All language subtitles for NCIS Origins s02e16 Whos Gonna Drive You Home.eng

OLDER GIBBS: The rules
gave my life order. But now,

without Shannon and Kelly,

there was no order.

My dad, well,

he knew more
than I ever gave him credit for.

Go home! I want you out
by the time I get back.

NEWSMAN:
Pruitt was arrested on charges of bigamy.

-That's a federal crime.
-WHEELER: You seeing this?

It's Doug Westmont.

FRANKS: It's Abe Pruitt's
bloodsucking lawyer.

That fool's on television
more than the president is.

MANNY:
It's getting too dangerous.

Then I'm gonna get you out.

GIBBS: Think it's
in everyone's best interest

to put Manuel Santiago
into witness protection.

Thank you.

OLDER GIBBS: At first, it seemed
like it was all gonna be okay.

Diane had her job up
in Los Angeles.

-[keys jangle]
-I was at Pendleton.

Those first couple of weekends,

we couldn't get enough
of each other.

Oh, I missed those baby blues.

But after a few weeks,

the new wore off

and reality set in.

Diane.

I just got paged.

I-I got to go in.

I'm sorry.

It wasn't anybody's fault
really.

-It was just...
-[phone ringing]

...life being life.

Well,

that plus the fact

that long-distance marriage
is for idiots.

-Yeah.
-DIANE: Oh, my God, I'm so sorry.

I got stuck in a meeting.

GIBBS:
Are you still in L.A.?

Yeah.

And I got handed
a ton of documents

to proofread for Monday morning.

You didn't start
on dinner yet, did you?

It's okay.

Do what you need to do.

I said long-distance
was for idiots.

We'll figure it out.

Love you.

I love you, too.

OLDER GIBBS:
L.A. wasn't even that far away.

But it felt
like it was getting farther.

It felt like the distance
was killing us.

-[indistinct chatter]
-It started showing up

even when we were
ten feet apart.

I knew if we were gonna pull out
of this rut,

something had to give.

[knocking]

But, instead, things were

about to get
a lot more complicated.

Dad. What are you doing here?

-Nice to see you, too, son.
-[sighs]

I told you
it wasn't a good time.

I got a lot going on.

Well, you got to do
what you got to do.

I'm here to see her anyway.

Oh. About damn time I get
to know my daughter-in-law.

-Evening, Mr. Gibbs.
-You get that hand

-out of here.
I'm a hugger. Come on. -[chuckles]

[chuckles] Hope you don't mind
me camping out on the couch.

DIANE:
Of course not. Right, Leroy?

We're so glad you're here.

? ?

[sizzling]

Morning, son. Eggs,

bacon,

drizzle of honey-

-just how you like it.
-[chuckles softly]

You know, that couch there's
pretty comfortable.

I really hate
you came all this way, Dad.

I'm heading into work,

and Diane's got to go back
to L.A., so...

Well, you know,
I've been asking you for weeks

when's a good time
for me to come

and get to know your new bride.

-And you kept putting me off.
-Yeah.

Because it wasn't a good time.

What the hell is that?

That's your rule box.

I fished it out of the trash

after you cleared out
the old house.

Why?

I thought
maybe you'd want to have it back

now that some time has passed.

Wow.

Smells like heaven.

-What is that? Honey?
-Just a drizzle.

-Aw.
-I was just telling Dad

we're both headed out, so...

Actually, I called in to work.

My boss is letting me
take the day off.

Wouldn't want
to miss a chance to hear

all the most embarrassing
Little Leroy stories.

Diane, I can't stay.

I know.

You think we need you
to have a good time?

We do not.

So I guess
I'll see you for dinner.

Mm-hmm.

-JACKSON: We'll be here, bud.
-Mm-hmm.

Oh. Hold up, son.

-[chuckles]: Yeah.
-Bacon

in a cup.

That's where he got that.

He gets all his best ideas
from me.

[chuckles]

[Gibbs chuckles softly]

Yo, MJ.

What are you doing
hiding out in here for?

[chuckles softly]
I'm not hiding out.

I sent Gail across the street
to the pay phone

to test out
the new extension system.

Earl I.T. making upgrades again?

He's trying to make it
so you can dial in

and bypass the secretaries

instead of us
having to transfer the calls.

-[door opens, closes]
-GAIL: Mary Jo, I'm back.

-[chuckling]
-Good luck.

[groans softly]

What are you doing back here?
I told you

to call the rec room extension.

I did.

I don't think
Earl I.T. is very smart.

Okay. Forget about the phones.

Admiral Cane is arriving here
this afternoon.

He is?

The head of NIS is coming here?

I've told you this
twice a day since Tuesday.

Why's the admiral coming?

He never shows up
unless it's bad news.

I have no idea.

But Wheeler wants us
to keep him updated

on absolutely everything.

[door opens]

Hey.

What's wrong with you now?

Yeah, what's going on?

-Do you need a hug?
-No.

I just...

My dad showed up last night.

And he and Diane
are spending the day together.

And the three of us are supposed
to have dinner tonight.

-That sounds nice.
-[sighs]

You don't know my dad.

Right now, he's probably asking
Diane personal questions

and making her feel
uncomfortable and complaining

about how my cabinets
don't shut flush.

I noticed that
about your cabinets.

It's not about the ca- Mm.

Never mind.

-Did I miss anything?
-Well,

I just booked my first real slot
at the Laugh Lodge.

-Dang, look at you.
-Thank you.

On a not-so-delightful note,
Admiral Cane's coming to town,

which can't be good.

What's he doing here?

WHEELER:
The admiral's giving

a big speech
at a town hall meeting.

You might've read in the papers
the community's pretty salty

about SECNAV's fleet reduction.

They think it's gonna tank
the local economy.

And SECNAV's sending Admiral
Cane to take the punches.

I think the admiral
can handle it.

I hear he's come up
with a slideshow

about how the Navy's going
to "continue to support"

the local community.

His little buddy
ain't coming, is he?

If by "his little buddy"
you mean

his deputy commander,
Leonard Miller,

then, yes, he is.

Oh, and he wants our help.

What, security?

Yeah. The town hall meeting's
gonna be packed.

Standing room only.
And with people that upset,

things could get out of hand.

That's all well and fine, Cliff,

but that Miller's
a disrespectful piece of crap.

Yeah, I know.
Last time you worked with him,

-I never heard the end of it.
-Yeah,

that Ivy League uppity jackass

talks down to me
'cause I got a Texas accent.

Damn it.

When'd you start shining
your shoes?

Last time the admiral was here,

he commented
on their lack of luster.

Damn it. I...
[sighs]

Come on, Cliff.

We both know
what's going on here.

Mary Jo told me
Jason lost his internship.

Yes, Mike. My son was fired
from the FBI mailroom,

so I ran upstairs
to shine my shoes.

-[intercom beeps]
-GAIL: Excuse me, sir.

Yes, Gail.

I just wanted to let you know

that Gibbs' dad
showed up in town

and is spending the day
with Diane.

The three of them
are having dinner tonight.

Why are you telling me this?

Mary Jo told me
that when the admiral's in town,

you want to know
absolutely everything.

That's all I got for now,

-but I'll keep you posted.
-[beeps]

Deputy Commander Miller
wants you to meet him at Daly's.

He wants to review the security
for the admiral's speech.

The hell's he doing at Daly's?

Eating, I guess.

Look, just sit up straight
and use big words.

He'll think you're plenty smart.

[groans softly]

In order for us
to properly assess security,

we're gonna need
a detailed itinerary.

MILLER: The admiral
and his wife Julia will be

touching down at 1500 today.

They will be transported
from the hotel

to the town hall in the morning.

You know, I can't say
I've ever seen somebody order

buffalo wings
at a business lunch.

About that itinerary
that we require...

Yeah.

[beeping]

What's that?

It's a PDA.

A personal digital assistant.

Personal digital assistant,
Gibbs.

So it's like a tiny computer?

-Yes, Gibbs. Very tiny.
-[alarm beeping]

I have the, uh,
admiral's itinerary here,

but I'll fax it over.

I have to run.

I have a meeting.

-This should cover my salad.
-Yes.

And don't worry about the tip-
I will calculate it.

Okay.

GIBBS:
What was that about?

What?

Why you speaking
in proper English?

FRANKS:
'Cause that dumbass thinks I'm a stupid hick.

Heard your daddy's in town.

Y'all getting dinner
with the wife?

GIBBS:
You know how he is.

I told him it was a bad time.
He didn't care.

-Yeah?
-He just shows up.

He thinks he knows everything
about everything.

Ain't that what daddies
are supposed to do?

[Miller yells in distance]

[panting, wheezing]

Ambulance, probie! Now!

-Smitty!
-I'm calling!

[Miller groans]

FRANKS:
It's a stab wound. He's bleeding out.

Miller's in surgery.
They're saying the knife

didn't hit nothing vital.

[sighs]
So he'll be all right?

Didn't say that.

He lost a lot of blood.

We won't know more
till he's out.

I can't believe this.

The admiral's deputy commander
gets stabbed

in front of two of my agents
and the attacker gets away?

Hey, we didn't actually see him
get stabbed.

Do you think the admiral
cares about semantics?

-Wheeler.
-Admiral Cane. Thought that you were gonna wait-

Where is he, Cliff?

Uh, he's still in surgery, sir.

How did he get attacked on base?

We're working on that,
Mrs. Cane.

I have my best team on it.
[clears throat]

We don't know much.

Miller was stabbed from behind.

It appears his tiny
computer thing was stolen.

JULIA:
His PDA?

-Why steal that?
-I-I don't know.

Miller just used it
to keep my schedule, which,

at this point,
is pretty much public anyway.

The attacker ran off with it?

I seen a woman follow Miller out
right before it happened.

We're talking
to witnesses at Daly's,

trying to identify her now.

Ma'am, security directed me
to park in the lower lot.

Great. Has anybody notified
Leonard's wife?

-Not yet, ma'am.
-Jake, we need to call her.

She can't hear this
from anybody else.

Maggie, you do have Becky
Miller's number, don't you?

Of course, Mrs. Cane.

Great.

Let's go find a phone.

[exhaling]

Miller said that PDA had

-the admiral's
whole damn itinerary on it. -I'm aware.

His entire security plan
is compromised.

We need to take point
on this, Cliff.

Change their hotel,
have our people on Cane

and his wife 24-7.

Do it.

I'll talk to the admiral.

Call me as soon
as Miller wakes up.

[sighs]

Randolf.

[grunts]
Hey, Kowalski.

-What's up?
-Seems like

everyone's running around
with their hair on fire.

-Something going on?
-Yeah.

The deputy commander
got attacked at Daly's.

Stabbed right outside the door.

-Didn't anyone tell you?
-Back in my cage?

Not exactly top of everyone's
mind when there's news to share.

Usually Herm ventures out,

gathers information,
brings it back to me.

But he's doing PT
with Gary Callahan again today.

Actually, I've been alone
back here quite a bit lately.

FRANKS:
Rando! Let's go!

-How long does it take
to hit the head? -Sorry.

Go. Go.

LALA:
Hustle up, Randy.

We're filling in Franks
on the stuff from Daly's.

Smitty gave us
a pretty good description

of that woman you saw.

And by "pretty good,"

he means
a lot better than yours.

"Five-foot to five-foot-nine,

"blonde or brunette,

and a beige, gray,
or brown shirt."

Wow, Mike.

Gibbs was distracting me
with his daddy issues.

BOLO's out.

Smitty did say
one interesting thing.

Our mystery woman had
an accent of some kind,

-maybe Russian.
-FRANKS: What are you thinking?

Russian spy steals tiny computer

with all the admiral's
information on it?

Basically.

Smitty also thinks he
may have seen this woman talking

to one of his regulars
at the bar.

Guy was gone by the time
we did interviews though.

All right. Rando, track him
down, see if he knows anything.

We are putting Admiral Cane
under round-the-clock protection

till we catch whoever stabbed
Deputy Commander Miller.

You two got first watch.

-All night?
-Yeah.

Gonna have to miss
dinner plans with Daddy.

You're welcome.

Aw. You don't want to miss that.

Diane would be so disappointed.

-I'll take first shift.
-No. No, no, no.

You got your comedy thing.

I'll let Diane know.

You got that slot
at the Laugh Lodge?

Are they paying you?

$25.

[laughing]

[grunting]

It's gonna be an all-nighter.

I won't be able
to make it to dinner.

My dad driving you crazy yet?

We're doing great.

He's decided
he's gonna fix everything

that needs fixing
in the apartment.

Di, can you hand me

that screwdriver, please?

"Di"? Really?

Oh, it's cute.

Hey, I looked through
this box of rules he brought.

These are great.

I like this one-
rule number three,

never be unreachable.

We could probably both do
a little better with that.

Yeah. Guess so.

Why'd you throw these away?

The rule box was Shannon's idea.

Oh. I'm sorry.

-I didn't mean to, um...
-[knocking]

No, it's okay.

We got to go.

Miller's out of surgery
and awake.

Uh, Diane, I got to jump.

Sorry again about leaving you
with my dad.

It's fine.

-Really.
-All right.

I'll call you when I can.

Does that happen a lot?

Which part?

You want to talk about it?

? ?

Excuse me, Admiral.

You up for a chat?

Course he is.

He'll do
whatever the hell it takes

to catch the fool who did this.

Right, Leonard?

Yes, sir.

You get better fast.

He's a lost puppy without you.

-[chuckles]
-Thank you, ma'am.

Wheeler's just outside with
my team, Dominguez and Gibbs.

They'll escort you
to your hotel.

[sighs]

There he is,

Mr. Hot Wings.

Mm.

They got you
running point on this?

Listen,

I don't know
how much help I'm gonna be.

I didn't see who attacked me.

Just tell me what you know.

When I left Daly's,

somebody came up from behind

and, bam,

felt like I got the wind
knocked out of me.

And then I saw the blood.

Saw a woman talking to you.

Right.

She had- she had an accent.

She was...

[sniffs]
She was Russian, I think.

She was just saying hi.

She asked me how I was doing.

It was weird.

Why, you thinking
she's the one who stabbed me?

You think she had any reason
to want the admiral's schedule?

The admiral's sch...

A-Are you saying
she stole my PDA?

If she's the one
who attacked you, yeah.

[breathing heavily]

-What?
-My PDA didn't just have

the admiral's itinerary.

It-it had
my personal working notes.

Fleet reduction projections,
troop positions.

All classified.

The admiral
didn't say nothing about that.

He didn't know.

I...

I shouldn't have had
that stuff on there.

[breathing heavily]

If those notes
fall into Russian hands...

Yeah.

Moscow'd find 'em
real educational.

? ?

FRANKS:
Gibbs, once you get settled in,

give us a call, report back.

GIBBS:
Copy that, boss. Out.

[engine turns off]

[grunts]
I just can't believe

that Leonard had
classified intel on his damn...

-whatever that thing is called.
-PD-

-PDA.
-PDA. And the important thing

-is that he's okay.
-Yeah, no,

I'm glad he's alive, so I can
tell him what a dumbass he is.

You heard- you heard
Agent Franks on the radio.

-He said that Leonard
had troop position- -Jake.

At ease.

All clear.

Uh, you can leave
the bags, Maggie.

We're fine. Thank you.

I don't mind, Admiral.

I'll get you
and Mrs. Cane unpacked.

So, the plan is
to remain on lockdown

until it's time for your speech
tomorrow morning.

An admiral of the United States
Navy hiding like a scared child.

JULIA:
Oh, honey, leave her alone.

She's just following
instructions.

Now come sit. We need
to go over your speech again.

27 years. She never gets tired
of bossing me around.

No. I don't.

Come sit.

LALA:
After that long,

-they still seem
to get each other. -Mm.

I wonder what their secret is.

I'm gonna run a perimeter sweep
before it gets dark.

[phone ringing]

Yeah.

Evidence.

Evidence? Uh...

I'm looking for Leroy Gibbs.

Uh, did I dial
the wrong extension?

Well, we got a new
phone extension system.

It's creating a few problems.

I really need
to speak with my boy.

You're Gibbs' dad?

You got a fine son there,
Mr. Gibbs.

Call me Jackson. Who's this?

Dick Kowalski.

I'm afraid
Gibbs isn't reachable.

Is there a message
I can give him?

You want the short version
or the long version?

I got time.

AUTOMATED VOICE:
For Agent Dalton Bj�rnstjerna,

dial extension 2196.

-Okay, I'm dialing
extension 2196... -2196.

-[line ringing]
-...for Dalton Basement, just like

-that Max Headroom-sounding fool
just said. -[sighs]

VERA:
What up? Strickland here.

Sorry, Vera.

Testing the extensions system.

Sadly, the freaking system
has failed us again.

What do you want me
to do about it?

I want you to get Earl I.T.
to get rid of it.

I want you to get mean.

-WHEELER:
I really appreciate this, Doug. -[chuckles]

-It's not a problem.
We'll get it cleared up. -Thank you.

Thank you.

Cliff! What's all that about?

Nothing.

That was Pruitt's lawyer,
wasn't it?

Quit being so dramatic.

This has nothing to do
with Abe Pruitt.

Oh. Really?
'Cause I thought I saw you

just walking down the stairs
all buddy-buddy

with Abe Pruitt's lawyer
Doug Westmont.

-Mike-
-Was that not the same Doug Westmont

who keeps going on TV
talking about Pruitt's compound,

claiming he got nothing to do
with the theater bombing?

He wasn't here because of that.

Jason didn't just...

get fired by the FBI-
he got arrested.

By the FBI?

No. He was shooting paintballs
at moving cars.

Sounds dangerous.

It was, Mike.

That's why he got arrested.

Westmont is helping me get
the charges dropped.

The guy's a good lawyer.

Anyone who'd rep Abe Pruitt's
a bloodsucking sack.

Did you make him a Rob Roy?

Let the Westmont thing go.

Where are we
with the protection detail?

Told Dominguez
to try and convince him

to postpone his speech,

considering the heat.

She said he wasn't going for it.

The admiral's not really
a postponing kind of guy.

LALA:
The town hall organizers are supporting

the admiral's decision
to go ahead with his speech.

Randy suggested a safety shield
around the podium, but...

There's no way we're getting
bulletproof glass by tomorrow.

We should be delaying.

Did you tell him that?

Yep.

The admiral's not really
a postponing kind of guy.

[sighs deeply]

What?

You ever walk by someone
who's on the phone

and you only really hear them
say, like, one rogue line

but you can't stop wondering

what the hell
they were talking about?

No.

Mm.

What's a rule box?

Nothing.

It's just...

stuff I used to write down.

Reminders.

Reminders of what?

I don't know.

You don't know what you wrote...

...but it was important enough
to keep it in a box?

Never take anything for granted.

That was one of 'em.

You miss him?

Manny?

Yeah.

GIBBS:
What's this?

Redwillow, California.

This is where WITSEC put him?

He shouldn't be contacting you.

It's just a postcard.

Well...

Why didn't you want to have
dinner with your dad and Diane?

I don't know.

Are you happy?

[phone ringing]

Dominguez.

-Hey, it's me.
-LALA: How'd your set go?

Oh... I got bumped for this guy
named Carrot Top,

but I totally get it
'cause he had, like,

a trunk full of props and stuff.

Oh, he had the most
luxurious red hair.

It was like mine,
just with way more star power.

He was on The Tonight Show
last month and everything.

What's he saying?

He got bumped,
but we're happy about it.

Yes, we're really stoked.
In fact, I was able to jump

into the case with a lot
of creative energy,

which helped me track down
our mystery Russian lady.

He tracked down
the Russian lady.

-How?
-I talked to the MPs at the gate,

and I asked if any of them
remembered a woman

with a Russian accent,
and one guy thought maybe,

so I used a hypnosis technique
to help him remember

the last three digits
of her license plate.

-Wait, what?
-Her name is Anya Kozlov.

We already brought her in.

We're prepping
to interrogate her.

And did I mention that
there is a hypnotist

that performs
at the Laugh Lodge?

I am really learning a lot
over there.

I'm telling you. Oh, Franks
is taking off his headphones.

I got to go.

Let's do this, Rando.

You have both made
terrible mistake.

FRANKS:
You know what I think is a terrible mistake?

Stabbing a guy and then stealing
his tiny computer.

I did not stab him. I was just
trying to talk to him.

-About what?
-About me.

I just wanted
to get to know him.

You were trying
to cozy up to him

to steal government secrets.

-Secrets?
-RANDY: Where's the PDA?

What's a PDA?

Tiny computer.
What'd you do with it?

I have no idea
what you're talking about.

Cut the crap, woman,

-we both know you're spying
for the Russkies. -ANYA: What?

I am not a spy.

-I did not hurt that man.
-Then what were you running for?

I was afraid
I was going to get in trouble.

I knew that the police
were coming.

My green card is expired,

so I was in that bar...

[sighs]

...was looking for husband.

[sighs, clears throat]

You were looking
for a husband at Daly's?

-At lunchtime?
-Yes.

If that's true, that's about
the saddest thing I ever heard.

Well, it is true, and I have
nothing to do with this.

But I can tell you
what the attacker looked like.

That would help me
with my green card, yes?

-What'd the guy look like?
-ANYA: He was tall.

About six feet tall.

White man, early 30s.

Brown, wavy hair.

RANDY:
All right, Miss Kozlov,

we need you to sit tight
while we verify

you're not a Russian spy.

-[door opens]
-How do you do that?

How do we do that?

I think she's telling the truth.

Who would make up a story
about fishing for a husband

-at Daly's at lunchtime?
-[groans]

-Damn humiliating.
-Good point.

Admiral's speech
is in a few hours.

We should get over there
to prep.

Lunchtime, Rando. Humiliating.

I'm out front.

LALA [over radio]:
Copy.

We're moving.

Ma'am, I asked them again
about a teleprompter.

-They're working on it.
-He'll be good with the cards.

We'll see you there.

Tell her you'll be good
with the cards, hon.

I'm good with the cards, Mags.

-Gun! Get down!
-[gunshot]

-[people screaming]
-Get down! -Getting her inside!

-[gunshot]
-Covering!

Down, down, down.

-Julia!
-Stay down. Stay down.

Lala, you good?

Yeah. We're good.

Calling in backup.

Covering for potential
secondary attack.

Admiral, you okay?

-Yes.
-Gonna get you back inside on three.

One, two, three.

WHEELER: Sir, the hotel
and surrounding area

-have been cleared.
-I-I was nearly killed

by a sniper, and it seems like
you have nothing.

We found the sniper's nest.

The shooter tried
to police their brass,

but there was one casing
they missed.

It's en route to forensics now.

We're gonna find out
who did this, sir,

-you have my word.
-Jake, you need to sit,

or you're gonna do
the shooter's work for them

and give yourself
a heart attack.

Picked a hell of a month
to stop drinking, I know that.

Well, if you'd like a cocktail,
sir, I make a mean Rob Roy.

Man just said he's got
a drinking problem, Cliff.

This ain't the time
for a relapse.

I don't have a drinking problem.

I'm just... being healthy.

Okay.

Sit.

Sir, I know that
you are planning

to reschedule your speech

for later tonight,
but there have been

two attacks in as many days.

We strongly recommend
that you cancel your speech.

Asked and answered.

Whole community is on edge over
these proposed fleet reductions.

Somebody has to speak for
the Navy, and that person is me.

But Julia will need an escort

to Mira Costa Airfield.

What? No. I'm going with you.

I need you to go back
to D.C., hon.

I spoke to Senator Hart,
he said you can use his jet.

I want you to go home.

I need to know
that you are safe.

-Please.
-[sighs]

Okay.

-Thank you.
-GAIL [over intercom]: Sir?

Just wanted to let you know
Gibbs' dad is here.

Kowalski invited him for lunch.

They're in the kitchen now
having sandwiches.

Not now, Gail.

Just keeping you updated

on absolutely everything,

like you requested.

I'm aware of what you're doing,
Gail. Please stop.

[Franks clears throat]

Mmm.

-[laughs]
-Dick,

this might be the best sandwich
I've ever had.

I'm a man who eats
a lot of sandwiches.

It's a real passion of mine.

I sensed that about you.

Bread's out of this world.

Can't believe
you make it from scratch.

Consistency and patience,

that's the secret
to my sourdough.

That's the secret
to a lot of things.

Amen to that.

I've been keeping
a close eye on your boy.

I think he's got the makings
of a good team leader one day.

Think so?

I thought this whole, uh,

Navy cop business was

more of a passing phase
for Leroy.

He was a little slow
out of the gate,

but we're motoring now, man.

I got a front-row seat to his
first successful interrogation.

-Heck of a show.
-Wish I could've seen it.

Well, the tape's in my custody.

I don't see any harm
in giving you a gander at it.

That'll give us a little more
time together, too.

-JACKSON: I'd like that.
-Dad?

The hell are you doing here?

Eating the best sandwich
I've ever had in my life.

GIBBS:
You can't just show up at my work.

I didn't. Dick invited me.

He called looking for you,

but thanks to the screwed-up
extensions, he got me instead.

We got to chatting, one thing
led to another, and here we are.

And here we are.

GIBBS:
What's so important you're calling me at work?

Uh, it's your cabinets.

-Ugh, here we go.
-JACKSON: They don't shut flush.

Oh, I hate that.

JACKSON:
Diane was, uh, giving me a hand working on 'em,

and then she decided she

had to head back to L.A. early.

She didn't call you?

Seemed out of sorts, son.

She's probably sick of hearing
you complain about the cabinets.

I got to get back to work.

Enjoy your lunch.

-He always been so hardheaded?
-Well, gets it from me.

[printer whirring]

Oh, hey. I heard Gail
say something about

your dad being here?

Did you tell him
we got shot at or something?

What? No.

He's not here checking on me.

He's in the kitchen,
having lunch with Kowalski.

LALA:
Oh, that's nice. Oh, uh,

also, Randy was looking for you.

He said Woody called,
and he's ready to talk to you

about that sniper stuff.

What's with him?

His dad's here having lunch,

and he finds it upsetting
for some reason.

Admiral still ain't budging
on his speech,

but he wants his wife
to hop a jet out of town.

Need you and Vera to take her
over to Mira Costa Airfield.

Ain't too shabby.

Kudos to Dalton Basement.

He spent, like, 15 minutes
with the Russian woman,

and whipped this sucker up.

BOLO's out.

[groans softly]

Listen, I seen you
been driving a new car.

The Impala.

That's the same car
I've seen parked outside

-the Chacales hangout, right?
-Yep.

After we arrested
Manny Santiago,

the Feds put it up for auction,
and I bought it.

Beach crime scene a while back,

you showed up late,

got dropped off
by that same Impala.

Right around the time
you were dating

some fella named "Johnny."

I ain't here to pry
or pass judgment.

I just want to know
that you're okay...

and that it's over.

I'm okay.

And it's over.

? ?

[soft chatter]

Wow. Looks like
a lot's happening

in a short time here, fellas.

-Impressive.
-PHIL: Well, we're relentless, Randolf.

You better ask somebody.

I don't even know
what that means.

Hey, Gibbs, I know you're
about to go into laser focus

G.I. Joe snipery mode here, so

before that, I just want to say,
your father is a gem.

-Mm-hmm.
-What?

Yeah. Earl I.T.'s screwed-up
extensions made their way

down to our building, too.

Phil and I ended up chatting
with your dad for, like,

-a solid hour.
-About what?

Uh, sandwiches mostly.

Yeah, he's a real
sandwich connoisseur.

[laughs] Really?
I had no idea. That's awesome.

What? You know
I love sandwiches.

-Can we just talk
about the sniper, please? -Yeah, copy that.

After you and Lala
went all Batman and Robin,

whisking the admiral
and his wife off to safety,

Franks and I
processed the scene.

Yeah, more like
Batgirl and Robin.

[chuckles] Totally.

Why is this marked
as the third shot?

-Planter was hit first.
-WOODY: Uh, using

trajectories and bullet drop
from the sniper hide,

Phil and I deduced that

the bullets followed you
in this order.

Shot number one, ker-klank.
The glass door shatters.

Shot two, ker-bloom.

Right into the bench.

WOODY:
And finally, shot three, ker-klank-arooney.

-Planter gets hit.
-That's not right.

-Oh, what do you mean, Robin?
-[sighs]

I saw the glint of the scope,
then the muzzle flash.

The whiz and crack
of the first round passed me.

That's the bullet breaking
through the speed barrier.

-It's like a tiny sonic boom.
-Dang, got to love science.

You only hear that sound
if it's really close,

and I heard the planter
exploding behind me.

Shot one.

When the next shot rang out,
there was no whiz,

just a thunk.
Shot two, you got that right.

But the last shot
was the shattered glass.

But, wait, um, you and the
admiral broke left, didn't you?

Why are all these shots
tracking to the right?

Because the sniper wasn't trying
to kill Admiral Cane.

The target was his wife.

We got to radio Lala.

[brakes squeak]

Thank you.

Welcome, Mrs. Cane.

Senator Hart's crew should be
with you in 15 minutes.

We have a lounge upstairs
where you can wait.

Thank you. Thank you.

I need to do a visual
of the runway.

Of course, right this way.

GIBBS [over radio]:
PE-20 to PE-18. Come in.

Your package is the target.

Lala, Julia Cane is the target.

Lala? You there?

[elevator bell dings]

He's a stubborn ass, my husband.

I hate leaving him like this.

The admiral's in good hands,
don't worry.

-Okay.
-[pager beeps]

I need to call in.

-I'll be right back.
-Sure.

[sighs]

-[phone rings]
-NIS.

LALA: Mary Jo, it's Lala.
I got a page.

Oh, thank God.
Lala, Gibbs and Randy

have been trying to radio you.

They don't think
the admiral was the target.

-What?
-The sniper was trying

to kill his wife,
Julia, not him.

The target is his wife.

Mrs. Cane?

Darryl? What are you doing here?

Federal agent.
Hands on your head.

Oh, my God!

Help! We need help!

Somebody help us.

[groans]

[grunting]

[grunts]

Ah! Ah!

[choking]

-[groans]
-[grunts]

-[gunshot]
-[groaning]

You okay?

[spits]

Never been better.

You know this dude?

He's Maggie's boyfriend.

-Your aide?
-JULIA: Yes.

She knew that I was
flying out of here.

You son of a bitch.

You shot at us. Why?

Why in the hell would you
and Maggie want to kill me?

FRANKS:
Greed. Maggie was stealing

from the Canes'
personal accounts for months.

Mrs. Cane noticed something

wasn't right,
started asking questions.

Maggie knew she
was about to get caught,

so she tried to get her
boyfriend to take out Mrs. Cane.

He was a former Ranger,

so he knew his best bet
was to make it look like

an attack on the admiral.

Maggie tried to cut
some kind of deal,

rat out her boyfriend,

but we didn't need it.

We got more evidence on the two
of them than the day is long.

They're both going away
for what they done.

By the time they get out,

folks'll probably
be making computers

tinier than a mouse's ass.

That's a colorful way
of putting it.

-Thank you.
-Mrs. Cane

came to me last week
with some concerns

about some missing funds
in her personal account.

I told her I'd look into it
after the town hall.

Maggie knew
I took notes on here, and

she had her boyfriend
attack me and steal it?

[clears throat] Yep.

All right, then.
I appreciate the update.

[PDA beeps]

You know what
you should be appreciating?

How about the fact that this
Texas-talking country boy knew

how to stop the bleeding when
you were dying there in Daly's?

Or maybe, you could appreciate
how I led the team that solved

the case that took a couple of
murderers out of your vicinage.

Oh, that's right.
I know the word "vicinage."

I just prefer to use
"neck o' the woods."

[laughs]

LALA:
No. No.

You're not bothering me at all.

Oh, my God.

I can only imagine what kind
of menace he was as a kid.

He just walked in.
You want to talk to him?

Is that my dad?

Not at all. I get it.

He does the same thing to me.

Yeah, it's horrible.
We should start a support group.

Mm-hmm. [laughs]
Okay, I'll let him know.

You, too, Mr. Gibbs.

Bye-bye.

My dad met you once.
He shouldn't be calling you.

Relax.

He got me by mistake.

But he said to tell you he's
got to go to the airport soon,

and your cabinets aren't flush.

Mm. [stammers]

Okay. Bye. See you tomorrow.

Hey, maybe you should
make a rule like...

[door closes]

"Never let cabinets
come between family."

[blows]

Oh... You got to be kidding me.

I got to get going
to the airport.

Cab's on the way, so...

-You're gonna have to
finish these yourself. -Whatever you say.

Are you gonna listen to me
for the two minutes I got left?

-I've been trying
to talk to you. -Yeah, I know.

The cabinets aren't flush.

Yeah, what do you want me
to do about it?

This place is a rental, Dad.

That's exactly
what your wife said

just before she left in tears.

-What?
-I told you,

she went back to L.A. early.
She was upset.

-And what did you say to her?
-No.

No, no, no, you're not
putting this on me.

She was upset.
I could see it on her face.

I asked her if she wanted
to talk about it.

She said that you knew that
the cabinets didn't shut right,

but you weren't gonna fix them
'cause you knew

you wouldn't be here forever.

She said it was the same
with you and her.

I have no idea
what you're talking about.

She said you both
know things aren't right

between you, but neither of you
are bothering to fix it

'cause you know
you won't be here forever.

-In this apartment?
-In the marriage, Leroy.

Okay. We're done. You can go.

If you're not gonna love her,

you need to be a man

-and end it.
-Cab's probably waiting for you.

Listen to me,

if you can't love her...

I do love her!

You hear that?! What the hell
do you want from me, huh?!

I married her, I love her!

Not the way you should, son.

There's something between you,
she told me.

She thinks
it's Shannon and Kelly.

I think...

Doesn't really matter
what it is,

but if you're
not fixing the cabinets,

then you're not planning
on staying.

It's not fair to her.

You never even told her
about your rules.

Why would I do that?
I threw 'em away.

Because when you love someone,

you tell 'em who you are.

[horn honks]

["Drive" by The Cars playing]

OLDER GIBBS:
At first,

it seemed like
it was all gonna be okay.

But most times, problems don't
go around fixing themselves.

You got to make an effort.

Mary Jo.

Yeah, that's me.

I was just wondering,
uh, if you got

-the phone extensions working.
-Yeah.

I told Earl I.T.,

if he didn't put the system
back to normal,

I would quit stocking the
freezer with his Pudding Pops.

-[laughs]
-Oh.

What's wrong, honey?

Oh, with Herm being out,
you know, I kind of liked

the extra spontaneous
interaction.

You should've said something.

Hey, Randy just got
his first paid gig

at the Laugh Lodge tonight.

He got bumped last night
by some guy named Carrot Head.

You want to come?

I'd like that very much.

OLDER GIBBS:
You make the effort,

you solve the problem.

It's good when
it works like that.

But it didn't work like that
for Diane and me.

She said she was gonna move
to L.A. full-time

and focus on her career.

She told me she wanted
to live life and heal.

She wanted me to find someone
that made me happy.

And I wanted
the same thing for her.

I don't know why we didn't
file for divorce back then.

Maybe neither of us
wanted to see

that final paper
saying it was over.

But...

...it was over.

Much as my dad
was a pain in the ass,

he was right about Diane and me.

I didn't love her
the way I should.

? Who's gonna drive you home?

? Tonight...?

OLDER GIBBS:
Like he always said,

"You love someone,
you tell them who you are."

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