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I want you.

Prove it.

Wait for me. I just need some time. Then I'll wait as long as it takes.

Better be careful or people might start thinking we make a good team.

He said one down, one to go. So I knew someone close to me was in trouble.

Who's Prentice? He's in the system, but his profile's locked up beyond my reach.

To figure out who that is, you're going to need someone with serious access.

If I'm half the leader Vance was, I'll have done one hell of a job.

I know. I'm late.

You know how tough it is to find a decent bottle of bourbon at this hour.

You're the only guy I know who could live 100 miles from civilization and

still manage to get shot.

So, what have you been up to the last 10 years?

Oh, come on.

You first.

Oh, went to Paris with Tali.

And then it took a hot minute, but Ziva found us. We are together now.

We got framed. Big heist.

Like, 122 million euros big.

Imagine Clark and Ellen Griswold. European vacation, except every seven

minutes they're getting guns stuffed in their faces.

Obviously, we cleared our names. And then someone had the bright idea of

putting me in charge of this whole kit and caboodle.

You? Alaska.

Huh.

What else?

I got a dog.

Well, glad you're not alone up there, Gibson.

To Leon Vance.

Yeah.

Hell of a life.

When I got your message, I thought it was McGee using AI to mess with my head.

I gave it 10 to 1 odds.

You'd even show.

I knew you'd show.

You see the shooter?

There were two of them.

Naturally, it would take multiple men to not kill you.

You got the print?

Yeah.

You got a bullet in you.

Jimmy should look you over.

No one can know I'm here.

Right. You're dead.

I know.

It's buried in red tape.

Well, good.

A challenge at 2 a.m.

Nice to see you too.

I almost came to see you, Doug.

Yeah.

I wonder what you'd think about that.

Oh, my dear boy, this simply shouldn't have been your time.

I've only just met you, and yet you've got so much to tell me.

Fresh calluses. I'd surmise you've pumped iron, perhaps.

Manicured nails.

Your appearance was of great importance to you.

Even your brows are perfectly plucked.

I know you're a marine, but part of me wonders if you've...

You're an aspiring model.

You've certainly got the looks for it.

But how did you fall off this cliff?

That is the question.

I got one of them, too.

How you doing here? Agent Franks, how lovely to see you this fine morning.

Tango and Friedman are at a conference this week, so the duck man is filling

in. Pretty great, huh?

You get a haircut?

A couple days ago. You, uh, just now noticing?

Looks good.

Hey, boss!

You see duckies here?

Yeah, I'm standing right next to him, Randolph.

Oh, okay.

What do we got?

Lance Corporal Marco Diaz, 22.

A beach walker found him early this morning.

Called it in.

Found a Marine logbook in the bushes back there.

Likely fell out of his pocket when he went over.

Anything written in it?

Yeah, but it was out in the Marine lair all night.

The ink's blurred. You can't read a word. What are we thinking? He got too

close to the edge, stumbled down.

I'm afraid it's far more sinister.

This is quite a wound.

Elongated. Fracture lines are clean.

That didn't come from the floor.

No, Cecilia.

It was struck.

And the murder weapon we're looking for is something heavy with a narrow

striking surface. Oh, my goodness, ma'am! Ma'am!

You're too close to the edge!

Please back up the hill.

Oh, relax, Bernard.

I simply want to get a photo of Donald at work with this beautiful background.

For Aunt Phyllis, Donald.

You know this lady? Yes, it is my mother, Victoria Mallard. The hell's she

doing here? The hell are you doing here?

Oh, I flew out with Donald for a little R&R. We were at brunch when he was

paged. The hotel was in the opposite direction.

So I said, well, why don't I just come along and I'll stay out of the way?

Oh, is that what you think you're doing?

Well, you are even pricklier than Donald let on, Michael. He has told me a lot

about all of you.

This is amazing.

This is epic.

Nothing epic about an old lady trampling on crime scene.

Oh, oh my.

Bernie, would you be so kind as to come and have a look at this? Yes. Mother,

back to the car, please.

Hey, boss.

I'm pretty sure Ducky's mom just found the murder weapon.

How's that for an old lady, Michael?

7.30, okay. Make sure I get the boot that lag.

Yeah, the one with the picture of President Bush wearing the cowboy hat on

the wall.

Okay, thanks.

Gibbs and Randy are headed to talk to Diaz's platoon sergeant. What about the

tire iron? Blood type's so negative, so is Diaz, but the handle's been wiped

clean of friends.

What was that little smile about?

I'm taking FBS once and on a date Saturday.

Just made the rest.

Look at you!

Where are you taking her?

The Lone Star Steakhouse.

The place with the peanut shells on the floor? That's the one.

What, y'all don't think she's worth it?

Following the Civil War, American taverns were overrun, and peanuts were

the cheapest snack a barkeep could serve.

Incidentally, the discarded shells on the floor helped to soak up the beer.

Ready for us. Right this way.

Left your mama at the hotel this time.

Actually, Vera's been so kind as to take her for lunch. She met Mother last month

when she flew to D.C. to give a lecture on profiling, and the two of them hit it

off. In fact... Body duck.

Yes, of course. I called you here because once I got the lance corporal

undressed, I found some suspicious markings.

Look here.

What is that, branding?

Yes, some sort of square.

I've not seen anything like it. But I'm afraid that's the least of his worries.

Was he restrained?

I believe like so.

And there is more.

Look at these lashings and burns on his abdomen.

Far too symmetrical to be from the fall.

He was whipped.

Indeed, Michael.

I believe this poor young man was tortured.

Copy that, MJ. Thanks for the update. PE-19 out.

Torture. Jeez Louise.

Diaz's record's spotless.

No page 11s. No NJPs. He was a model Marine.

How does this happen to a guy like that?

Perfect record. Just means he wasn't caught for anything before.

True that.

Did you and Lala hook up?

Where did that come from?

Keep getting these, like, strange little looks and moments between you guys. Like

the other day when you brought Lala's lunch to her and she said, thank you,

Gibbs. Isn't that strange?

Oh, outlandish. She should have just been like, thanks, or, like, said

nothing at all. It wasn't like her. It was that cheesesteak she loves. She was

probably just excited.

You remembered her order.

You never remember anyone's order. Randy. You can deny it all you want, but

I know something happened.

And my next move is to lean on Laura.

I don't want to do that, but I have no choice. I'm just that nosy.

It's going to get really awkward, and I'm going to feel really bad.

But at the end of the day, she won't lie to me.

Yeah, we kissed.

I knew it. But I don't know where it's going. But you're hoping to go

somewhere.

Yeah, you're hoping.

Okay, so now you know. So there is no need for you to go bother Lala about any

of this.

Randy, I already asked her.

She said no.

You Staff Sergeant Combs?

NCIS?

Nice whip.

You coming, bud?

Oh, yeah.

Did you leave the barracks any time between 8 p.m. and Reveille? No, sir. I

was dead tired, racked out.

And Diaz never came back.

That's unacceptable, Marine. If your bunkmate is unaccounted for, you have a

duty to report it.

Aye, Staff Sergeant.

Diaz disappear often?

At night?

Yes, sir.

I have no idea why, though.

I asked him, and he told me it was better I don't know.

Did he have a girlfriend?

Not that I know of.

Heavy reading.

He's the smartest guy I ever met.

He knew it, too.

Was he close with his family?

Yes, sir.

Very close.

We don't make much money, but anything extra he made, he sent back to them.

Diaz's dad died when he was young.

He looked out for his mom and his little sisters.

What you got?

I don't know yet.

Here we go.

So much for not having much to send back.

How much do you think's in there?

Enough to get you tortured and killed.

137 Gs.

Every time a stash like this comes in, I think about Belize.

It's gorgeous beaches.

It's even better extradition policy.

I'm just messing with you, kid.

You ever had Ducky's mother be in a town?

Mm-hmm.

Victoria.

Lala said Vera took her out for lunch. Yeah, well, if that was lunch, God help

everyone at dailies when happy hour starts.

What do you mean?

I was having my burger over there, and I watched the mayhem unfold before me.

Even did a shot of Crown with him.

Did you?

Vic is some kind of woman.

Is she?

Get this kind of cash.

Maybe he was dealing dope.

Says here he's never popped on a pee test.

Never get high on your own supply.

You ain't never heard that rando.

It's a golden rule, boss, but pretty unlikely with dealers.

Okay, then maybe he stole it. I called Oceanside PD, Sheriff's Department, the

FBI. There haven't been any robberies of that size reported. Money could have

been illegal from the start. Hooligans don't report it when their stats get

boosted.

So Diaz steals the money from some unsavory dudes. They torture him, but he

won't cough it up.

So they kill him, toss him off a cliff. Problem is, Dominguez, if he's dead, he

ain't leading them to their cash. Maybe they accidentally killed him. Yeah,

someone recently tortured. I can vouch that these types of guys, you know, the

torturers, aren't too careful with us torturees.

What's going on, boss? You got a hot date?

Actually, he does.

With Swanson.

Really? Take her to Lone Star Saturday. I just saw her chatting with Mary Jo.

Said she was here for some interagency meeting with Wheeler.

Right on time.

I'm gonna go see her. Deal.

Wait, wait. You haven't asked her yet?

I saw you make the reservation.

Boy, you think she's gonna sing? Nope.

Go get her, Tiger. No. The little bow he does? I think it's endearing. Y'all

talking about Bloomy? Mm-hmm. Boy gives me the heebie-jeebies.

He'll grow on you.

Franks. Can I have a word?

Of course.

Listen, I've been thinking.

I want to take you to dinner. How's Friday?

I, uh, got Gary Callahan Friday.

Okay. Let me know when you're free.

What?

ducky called from forensics they've got something what's that about you don't

have gary on fridays shut up mary jo let's go dominguez

i'm just saying if you wanted to go out with her why does

it matter that she asked you out first how many times i gotta tell you i ain't

talking about this domingo and just how many margaritas have you had mother wrap

it up dog No, I ain't waiting. You're the one who called us, for God's sake.

What do you mean she's on the bar?

Look, no. Mother, mother, no. Please, do not dance on the bar.

Mother, hello?

Mother's just hung up on me.

I'm sure she's fine.

Woodrow, Philip, and I have a rather riveting discovery to share with you,

but I'm afraid I must see to the situation.

They're all yours, gentlemen.

May I?

Thank you.

Oh. Finally, you guys.

We have such deliciously sorted news that we had a heated dispute over

delivery rights.

Your victim Lance Corporal Diaz was a prostitute.

Huh? But he's a dude.

Yeah, well, we're still waiting for the results on an expanded talk screen, but

allow us to blow your mind. Phil, you're up.

First.

Deep rust-colored smudges on the victim's chest and thighs. You might

think that's blood. Au contraire, mon amour. That's a deep shade of lipstick

called blood lust.

I've had lipstick all over me. That don't make me prostitute.

Yeah, I'm with Franks on this one.

Tough crowd, but thankfully, there's more.

Found a fiber on the body.

Natural, long staple cotton fiber.

The kind you'd find on luxurious linens? The kind you'd find on the beds of

luxurious super deluxe hotels?

Sleeping in fancy sheets don't overwhelm the fact that you use it, too.

As we suspected, Diaz had a high amount of papaverine in his system. Which is?

A medication to induce erections.

Okay, now we're getting somewhere. So he needed a little bit of help reporting

for duty. That don't make him a working boy. What about the restraint marks on

his body? The lashing, the branding? That's classic S&M stuff.

And we're not even finished. Do I look finished?

You've never looked less finished.

The notebook you got on the beach. We used UV fluorescence imaging to restore

the writing.

Shauna, $400.

Missy, $500.

I think that dude was a hooker.

How come? It's like they just, it's like he figured it out. He's a genius.

Gail, what are you doing here already?

I came in early because I wanted to catch up on some co-leading.

Let's go home.

You were the duty agent last night?

Co-leading, huh?

What's with all the cars in the lot? Well, you know how that dead Marine was

a gigolo?

Franks and them were out all night looking for anyone in the sex game who

might have known him.

Fellas hit all the hotels, motels, and bars.

And Lala went to a bunch of strip clubs with her CI, Bambi Rose.

She's passed out in the rec room. Smells like cigs and cocoa butter in there.

It's hot.

Careful, Jeremiah.

I think your shift is over, JJ.

Hey. How'd it go with Bambi?

We hit three strip clubs and two whorehouses.

No one knew Diaz.

What happened there?

Oh, some guy got handsy with me and I punched him in his throat.

I see.

Tell me y'all came up with something on our little call boy because my hotel

canvases came up with nothing.

Same here. All I got is nightmares for a month and glitter I can't get off my

face. How many guys got punched in the throat?

Drumroll, please.

Driftline Hotel.

That's where Diaz was meeting his clients.

Were you in there this whole time? Yeah, I was just eavesdropping, waiting for my

big moment to go. Drumroll, please.

The manager saw Diaz there the night he was killed, but didn't see who he was

with. Security cameras. All conveniently down.

Someone was getting braked.

Exactamundo. The manager seemed nervous, so I threw around a bunch of big words

like pandering and obstruction.

He folded like a Kmart suit. It's funny.

Everyone's folding under my pressure lately.

Every month, one of the escorts would pay the manager $1,000.

Great. Now we got a list of names from Diaz's black book and we know what hotel

he was meeting Matt.

Let's get the guest registry from the drift line. See if any of those names

match up. I already got it, but they got over 300 rooms and they're always full.

And Diaz's book only had his client's first names.

Didn't say it was going to be easy to make it. I'll get with Gail and get

copies of the registry going.

Kowalski!

Hey, more hooker dough?

Yeah. You ever seen a band like that?

Can't say that I have.

Wonder why the rest of them weren't wrapped like this. Oh, stop!

making up past models. You were sleeping on Vera's floor, mother. You have

osteoporosis. Shh, inside voices, please.

Damn, Vera, rough night?

I think the word you're looking for is epic.

By the time I got to Daly's, they'd already moved on to another bar.

It's not a bar crawl unless you actually do the crawl, darling.

Does anyone know where the loo is?

First door on your right, Vic.

Hello there, Dick.

I didn't even see you there. They hide me away.

With that face?

What an absolute shame.

I am sorry for making this a family affair, Agent Franks. I was just passing

through to drop Vera off. She left her car at Daley's on account of her being

so trollied. Ain't my concern.

Hey, your mother?

She's a beast.

Truth be told, that's why I brought her out here.

She's a bit of a hedonist.

All the partying and the men in her wake, it's all been too much.

I just needed to find some way to break the cycle. Look, Doc, I'm sorry your

mom's been getting around, but I'm trying to concentrate.

Ooh, how fun. The St. George ribbon.

You seen one of them before?

Oh, but of course.

The orange and black patterning is the unmistakable symbol of honor in Russia,

dating back to Catherine the Great.

Russia, huh?

Hey, what's our Ruski CI's name?

Blockbuster boy.

Vlad. Y'all go pay him a visit. Brando and I'll get cracking on Diaz's client

list.

I'm glad you know so much useless crap, doc.

Some moms are hedonists, huh?

Hey.

Heads up.

Vera said Vlad's wife's been a problem lately.

Um, I need to tell you something.

Randy got you to spill, didn't he?

How do you know? Because I know him and I know you.

You're all so damn predictable.

Oh, how am I predictable?

Randy knew you'd tell him everything to keep him from pestering me and then you

told him everything.

How's that not predictable?

I'm trying to protect you. Is that a bad thing?

I knew you'd say that.

What's up, man?

Cool shades.

I am the Terminator.

I wouldn't mess with you.

Peter, go to back.

Mom. Now.

I'll be back.

I know my husband made agreement with you, but you're to never speak to my son

again. Understood?

Ania, that's enough.

It's okay.

It's okay.

Come,

follow me.

I'm sorry for my wife.

She did not want me to attend to this deal with you.

She thinks this place is not worth the risk.

Can you imagine?

Look around.

We're in blue heaven.

And I'll tell you a secret.

The smell of real popcorn makes people want to rent more movies.

Genius, eh? We got a dead Marine.

Found some cash wrapped in a St. George ribbon.

I think he was involved in a Russian prostitution ring.

I have not heard about anything like this.

I think I just saw that look on your face.

But look.

We're going to do this every time?

Yes.

We are. See, you are Eddie Murphy, and he is Judge Reinhold in Beverly Hills

Cop, and you have to use your wit and charm to convince me.

Hey.

Okay, fine.

There is a lucrative male escort operation run by Russian.

You know what it reminds me of?

American Gigolo. You know, it's a gayer lad.

The guy running this, what's his name?

Who said there was a guy?

Her name is Zlata Dzukov.

She operates her organization from a bar she owns called The Black Bear.

Zlata is ruthless, cunning. Do not let your guard down for a moment.

She is held accountable by no one.

Slata.

NCIS.

We need to talk.

About?

Lance Corporal Diaz.

A good-looking boy?

Not anymore.

What happened?

He was murdered two nights ago after he left the Driftline Hotel where he was

working for you.

Who was he with?

We have enough to arrest you for sex trafficking, so maybe you want to think

about cooperating.

Arrest me?

This is America.

With your amazing legal system, I'll be out in no time. I have a great lawyer.

Maybe. But we'll storm this place with feds, and that won't be good for

business.

I like your style.

You ever want to make more than poor cop salary?

Come see Zlata.

We make big bucks.

All right.

As it is.

Even if I give you the client's name, she will not talk to cops.

She has money for a good lawyer, too.

Then don't tell her I'm a cop.

Tell her I work for you. You said it yourself. I look the part.

And if I do this, you will back off?

No. But we'll go easier on you.

Okay.

We'll be in touch.

So you're going full gigolo now, huh?

You really took that predictable thing to heart.

Yeah.

We're not rehashing the terms of the deals, Otto. You're getting off easy.

You got three at this hour?

I'm a miracle worker.

Slata, enough. Agent Gibbs is meeting this little woman. What is going on?

Sorry, MJ, lots happening here.

You really need this much surveillance equipment for one hotel room? Better

safe than sorry.

Lala! Hey, Lala!

Didn't one of these bad boys scald your leg?

Okay, ready it is. How frickin' exciting.

Gibbs as a hooker, Gail.

He'd be expensive.

When you get in there, Proby, remember, no kissing above the neck. Hookers don't

do that.

How would you know?

And you're gonna need a duress coat.

Pretty sure I can handle a horny housewife. Uh-uh.

There's a lot of graveyards full of overconfident men.

That is right, Mary Jo. Linth Corporal Diaz went in there thinking he was just

gonna get a little hanky-panky. We all know how that wound up.

I'll ask her if she's cold.

That's the duress card.

Ocean blue, storm gray, and jet black.

Yeah, I was gonna say black anyway.

The man in black!

Johnny Cash, let's go.

Microphone incoming.

And here is La Riviere Noire. Super expensive cologne Junie gave me for my

birthday, aka sexual catnip.

Damn, that's strong. You need strong, Roby. Your natural man scent reeks of

cop.

Uh, the blue.

Blue is nice, but we got bigger problems.

The client you're seeing, Mona, she is hot for teacher.

Slata says she has a kink for the sexy know-it-all professor.

Must be why she set her up with Diaz. His roommate said he was the smartest

person he ever met.

Yeah. Gibbs is screwed.

What?

I know stuff.

Okay. Hit me, professor.

Okay.

A two-by-four isn't really two inches by four inches.

After drying and planing, it's actually a lot closer to one and a quarter. Peace

up, bro, but you're giving me a chubby over here.

What if we give him an earwig? We just got a prototype from HQ. Real 007 stuff.

We could feed him lines.

You know, the three of us combined have to be as smart as Diaz. I can't have you

all in my ear. He's right.

We need a singular voice.

You want me to Cyrano Jethro.

I don't want you to. This whole idea is damn embarrassing, but we're in a

situation. I am a medical examiner, not an agent, or Gérard Depardieu. At this

point, it don't matter if you're a garbage man. You're a know-it-all, and

that's what we need.

A pursuit of knowledge hardly makes me a know-it-all, and that is a rather

unflattering term.

Although it didn't start that way.

It originated with the learned character Mr. Know-All in John Bunyan's 1682 book

The Holy War.

Very well, how's this gonna work? Okay, so you'll be in a room with us, safe and

sound, talking and gibsier. You just gotta run your mouth like you always do.

You feed him the lines. You are the brains, he is the brawn.

Mother.

Victoria. We ain't got time for this, Duck. You look amazing.

Duck, he's in the rec room. I'll show you. Oh, no, I don't want to bother him.

Mother, I thought you were getting a facial in the hotel. Is everything all

right? There she is.

You look lovely, Vic.

Oh.

Aren't you sweet?

Mother, what is this?

Oh, I asked Dick to dinner.

You gotta be kidding me.

I meant to come in and say something to you, Doc, but you look pretty tied up in

there. Figured Swanson was into some new age women's lib crap.

There ain't nothing new about her. Hey, easy.

It's fine, it's fine.

Michael is, um, intimidated by mature women.

I ain't intimidated. I just miss when...

Pimps were men, hookers were women, like God intended.

Perhaps the world is simply evolving, Agent Franks.

But, Mother, I thought we agreed you were going to have a relaxing night

alone. Oh, damn.

Went a little hard there, kid.

Frank said I smell like a cop.

What?

It's too much? With a physique like that, cologne is but an afterthought.

Don't worry, Doc.

I'll have her home at a reasonable hour, okay? Oh, what a shame.

You switched to blue?

Yeah.

All right.

The guys should have the cameras ready, so it's just about go time. Y'all ready?

No, not ready. Perfect. Let's go!

This way. Wait.

There.

Jethro, do you copy?

Loud and clear.

You see it, bro? I'll be looking good.

Yes. Do let me know if I can adjust my speech for clarity, Jethro. I did a spot

of theater at Cambridge, so I have an American accent in my repertoire.

You look awesome, dude.

Just be your ducky.

How you feeling, Gibbs?

Like I'm born for this.

Incoming.

Mona.

You must be Alex.

Alexander.

Well, she's unexpected.

What? She's paying for sex. I didn't think she'd come in looking like Jessica

Rabbit.

Showtime, ducky.

Here goes nothing.

Your gorgeous crimson locks bring to mind Mary, Queen of Scots, whose beauty

inspired the devotion of countless men.

Your gorgeous crimson locks bring to mind Mary, Queen of Scots, where beauty

inspired the devotion of countless men.

Where were you educated?

Brown. Sorbonne.

Cambridge.

What did you study?

Anatomy.

And the psychology of human sexuality.

Lucky me.

How about we make ourselves comfortable?

Are you aware the MC1R gene variant responsible for red hair also makes the

carrier more sensitive?

To dental pain.

A little sexier, ducky.

DNA in and of itself is sexy.

Alright, I'll try.

Bigger words.

Excuse me?

Bigger words.

I have advanced proficiency in reciprocal osculatory biomechanics. And

that means?

He's a good kisser. Nice.

Something wrong?

Why is he just sitting there?

Looks like we just saw a signal on Gig's earwig. Well, get it working, Rando. He

ain't gonna last long on his own. I'm trying, boss, but it's a prototype.

Guessing they're still working out the kinks.

No.

I just... I could give you five-syllable words all night,

but I would rather see if redheads are more sensitive in other

places, too.

Look at that.

Maybe Gibbs doesn't need Doc in his ear after all.

I built the fire. Jethro merely put the kettle on.

But first, I want to get to know what you like.

Tell me how your last lover failed.

I want to be better for you.

Oh, I don't want to talk about my lovers. I want you to make me forget

about them.

I want to know how I compare.

Oh, that's what turns you on?

What is with me?

And these jealous men.

What does she mean by jealous men?

Maybe Diaz caught feelings for her. He wanted her all to himself.

I told Gibbs hookers don't do nothing above the neck. He's gonna blow his

cover.

Cover seems intact.

Oh.

Wait, you know this guy?

I'm gonna kill you. Who the hell's that guy?

Yep.

You stay here.

Gladly. Chet! Out with the girls, huh? Take it easy.

Take it easy, okay?

Are you cold by any chance?

It's cold!

It is very freaking cold!

MCAS! Hands on your head!

Hands behind your back.

She's my wife!

Yeah. I am getting that.

I think we should call our lawyer.

Great. Well, you got him on the horn. Can you tell him you're being charged

for Lance Corporal Diaz's murder?

Who? Marco is dead?

Yeah. And as far as we know, you were the last person to see him alive.

Or was it you?

I don't even know who we're talking about. Talking about the guy she was

banging, Jet.

That was another one?

I swear I had no idea anything happened to Marco.

Zlata said he was taking a break, that she had this new guy, Alexander, she

wanted me to meet.

Oh, that bitch set me up, didn't she? How'd you know she'd be here?

I followed her.

You done that before?

Oh, my God. Marco said he was being followed. He thought it was one of his

client's boyfriends or husbands.

Was it you?

Did you kill him? No, Mona, I didn't.

I'm only going to ask you this one time.

How many guys have you been banging?

Where were you two nights ago?

I drove to Beverly Hills to get her an anniversary gift.

The Chanel clutch.

Oh, pull it together, Chet. Did you see anything about the guys retailing him?

Top car.

No, but I told him it was probably his girlfriend.

He didn't have a girlfriend?

Yeah, he did, and she's a freak.

He had all these S&M whip marks and burns she gave him.

I mean, he was into it, too. He even got me to burn him with candle wax once.

Oh, Lord.

Excuse me, but I've been eavesdropping from the other room.

You banging this guy, too?

Diaz had the most curious branding mark that I couldn't identify.

Did he mention what specifically his girlfriend used to burn him?

Yeah, lots of things.

Fire poker?

No, it's not from that. Curling iron?

No. Cigarette lighter from her car.

Friggin' glue gun.

Car lighter.

That's it.

The size matches and the faint lines are from the coils. Oh!

I didn't suspect it because of the square shape. I'd never seen a square

one before.

Precisely.

Turns out there's only 11 cars registered in the county that have a

square dashboard ladder.

And one of them is Staff Sergeant Combs' woody wagon.

She and Diaz had been carrying on a secret affair for months.

But why did she do it?

Did that little freak find out that he was hooking?

She did, Victoria.

And she just admitted to everything.

Said she'd lost it. And expressed her displeasure with a tire iron. A tire

iron that Mother found.

How was your date?

Donald, don't.

I know how you feel. But I deserve some fun.

You're right.

I'm right?

Yes. I'm sorry, Mother.

I'm afraid since Father left, I've been acting like... Well, your father.

Ironically, it was Agent Frank's tirade about the conventional roles of men and

women that helped me to see the error of my ways. I realized if Father had been

enjoying life as much as you, I wouldn't have the same issues.

Mighty wise of you, ducky.

Dick, I know you to be a good man.

I'll leave you two to enjoy your last day together.

Does that mean you won't say anything when I go to Aruba with Arthur next

week?

I will say, bon voyage.

Thank you, Donald.

So, who's this Arthur fella?

We all have roles we're expected to play.

Some of us are good with that.

Others, not so much.

Had another meeting with Cliff, huh?

Yep.

Listen, about the other day, I was off-put by you asking me out.

You might find this surprising, but I'm a bit of a traditionalist. You don't

say. I'm free Saturday if you are.

Got this fancy little spot I like called Lone Star Steakhouse.

I love Lone Star.

I'll even let you get the check.

Yeah, you will.

Great. Pick you up at eight.

Wait, pick me up?

Franks liked his role, but he liked Swanson even more.

Lala watched me play a guy who knew exactly what a woman wanted.

You did good last night.

What, are you surprised?

Not that you did good.

Maybe... how you did it.

You're not always so predictable.

You said you needed time.

And I'm not gonna take that from you.

And now, she was seeing maybe that wasn't just a role after all.

Another one in the books, eh, Jethro?

Won't forget that one anytime soon.

We make a good team.

Yeah, we really do.

When are you and your mom heading out?

First thing tomorrow, but I'm actually rather excited about it.

We're going to make a meal of the trip home.

We're taking a train.

Really? The finest form of travel.

In fact, did I ever tell you I once had the privilege of riding in the fastest

steam locomotive of all time, most wonderfully named the Mallard?

I could go on and on about that beauty, but only a know-it-all would do that.

You know, if you have time, I would love to go to lunch and hear all about it.

I do have time and would love some lunch.

Come this way. For me, Ducky would go on to play the role of the best friend a

guy could ask for.

Oh, Jethro, do be careful. That is a limited edition, blue liner, class A4

Mallard train.

1963. I want a seat in a poker game.

Sit Negronis all the way to Edinburgh Waverley Station.

Not bad.

I've been working on it.

I do miss the duck man.

Yeah.

I do, too.

How about your prints?

Belonged to a tracker who used to work for the CIA.

I doubt he's the shooter.

I think the shooter hired him to find you in the middle of nowhere.

Sounds like this tracker and I should have a chat.

Yeah, about that second target.

Our system was hacked a few weeks ago, and they accessed all the personnel

files from the 90s. I seem to recall that you had a rule about...

coincidences?

I'm worried about you, Gibbs.

You've been out of the game for a while.

And what else was it? Oh, yeah, you've been shot.

I'm okay.

You can't do this alone.

Bravest people I've ever known are in this building.

And they're lucky to have you leading them, Tony.

I'm proud of you Take

care boss