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Agent Franks. I wanted to introduce myself.

We're Swanson.

I'm her partner, Casey Bloom.

Listen, I was off-put by you asking me out. You don't say.

I'm free Saturday if you are.

Great.

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

Who's Prince? His profile's locked up beyond my reach. You're gonna need

someone with serious access.

Well, good.

A challenge at 2 a.m. Prince belonged to a tracker who used to work for the CIA.

Worried about you, Gibbs. You've been out of the game for a little while.

You can't do this alone.

Not sure you'll ever be back here, but in case you are, fixed you all for you.

No charge, Leon.

Missed you, too.

Bishop. Don't tell me I shouldn't be here.

Shouldn't be here.

I told Dinozo, said to stay off the books.

Yeah, well...

That's why you called me. My whole life is off the books.

I'm not your problem. Ah.

Until the guy who shot you is dead or locked up, all I got are problems.

Ow. I'm sorry. This way. Here.

The tracker who found you, Rowan Briggs, has been used by the CIA for years.

Lucky for us, they keep tabs on all of their contractors.

Okay, so...

These are his usual haunts. We will get an alert as soon as he surfaces.

In the meantime, we got to get that round out of you.

It'll heal.

It would have stopped bleeding by now. So we got to get it out, repack the

wound, and then you've got a chance.

Okay.

Sorry.

You know, your basement is bigger without the boat.

Yeah, I was just thinking that.

Who's doing the honors?

Yeah, that's what I figured.

Drink.

Yeah, baby, I like it raw.

Oh, baby, I like it raw.

Yeah, baby, I like it raw.

Hey.

Why are you chasing me? I'm not chasing you.

You're in my shed.

Now, who the hell are you?

Stood up?

Been there, brother.

I ain't been stood up.

Matter of fact, she asked me out first.

Think I'd rather be stood up.

Sorry I'm late.

It's okay.

Take the load off.

Woman called the FBI tip line freaked out about something she saw. Wanted to

speak in person.

Um, margarita, please. Salted. No straw.

Rearranged my entire afternoon and... No show.

It's like, lady, you called me.

90% of them are nuts, you know.

Well, I'm here now.

Oh, thank you.

You know what? It is our first date, so new rule.

No shop talk.

Sounds good.

How's the beer?

Fine.

Solid beer.

Great sport coat over there.

Carrying. Ankle.

Keeps pulling his trouser leg down.

I already saw him when I walked in.

Left leg.

This couple behind you?

Both in their mid-fifties, married.

Ooh, her second marriage.

How do you figure?

She's still wearing her first wedding ring. Different hand.

Waitress over there. College freshman. Maybe sophomore.

Either way, she just broke up with her boyfriend because her mascara smudged.

I'm really glad we did this, Mike.

Me too.

Joey.

I ain't happy, Broby.

Just need your signature, boss, then you can get back to your date. Swanson's

long gone. You think a woman like that hangs out at a steakhouse by herself?

Just sign the C-19 form so I can hold this kid longer.

He wants to leave, but I think he's in trouble. Who is he?

Kevin Montgomery.

He's 23 years old, originally from Santa Barbara.

Bill Pryor's. He's a real estate agent in town visiting a friend.

Mary Jo said he broke into your apartment and y'all went at it. Herm's

grandma's shed, but yeah.

What are you doing at Herm's grandma's shed?

Building a boat. Berm's grandma.

Dull friends.

No, and it doesn't matter.

Look, the kid said somebody was chasing him. Now he's backpedaling. Won't talk.

Probably a doper. Why'd you bring him here? Where else do you want me to bring

him? The cops? I don't want him arrested. I want to help him. I think

he's in trouble. Is this another one of your charity cases?

Sign the form, Franks. I got this.

I ain't signed crap until I lay eyes on this kid.

Where's he at?

He's in the rec room with Lala and Randy.

But, boss, I'm telling you, kid's really rattled.

You know, I can't even take all the credit for the shutout. It's these tiny

wooden warriors carved out of pure heart and determination.

Randy! I got it.

In my heart, I had it. I am so proud of these fellas.

High five, high five, high five, Pablo.

Carrot, a high five.

Kids, terrified.

Oh, damn, you brought a mustache in? Well, I'm getting the big dog now. It's

Agent Franks. We all got nicknames, boss.

Keeps his Popeye, because his boat and all.

I'm Ginger Snap.

Not loving it.

She's Sama.

You know, that sexy young actress from the telenovelas. I am loving it. Quit

the nonsense.

Who you running from?

How many times I gotta say it? I was out for a jog, I got spooked, and I ran into

Popeye's creepy boat shed.

How you gonna get that thing out of there anyway?

Don't worry about his weird hobbies. He thinks somebody was chasing you, and I'm

betting he's right.

Whoever it is, we can help you, but you gotta be honest with us.

I've told you everything, okay?

So either charge me or let me go. You sell houses.

You look like a damn high school kid. Come here.

Listen, I'm sure there's been some doings, but keeping him here ain't gonna

help nothing.

Boss, I just need... to take him home.

Wow.

Your son was single.

You keep making jokes.

Joke? That was a very serious inquiry.

Wait,

am I stepping on your turf?

Where does your friend live?

And just up there, half a click.

You a military brat?

Actually, that right here is good.

Don't want his neighbors seeing me getting dropped off by a cop.

Gotta maintain street cred around here.

Listen.

Sorry for all this, but I'm good. Real.

Thanks for the lift.

Yeah, I know, John.

Yeah, I know. I told you next Sunday.

No, I need my money now.

Yo, something went down, man. I got a bail.

Hey, yo, I need my money.

You can get it, man.

Damn, Papa, you scared the hell out of me. You can't just walk in here. I just

wanted to give you my card.

Okay, okay, you gave it. Now can you just get out?

What's all this?

Don't think. I...

Just

sorted through everything in his apartment with Kowalski. Had over 100

fake IDs.

$10,000 in cash.

Kid's quite the entrepreneur.

It's usually harmless college kids buying fake IDs.

They don't shoot at you with AKs. You were right, Gibbs. I should have signed

the form.

He's not just selling fake IDs.

He's using them. His name isn't Kevin Montgomery.

He's not a realtor.

Real name's Jack Hale. He's only 18.

Works at a one-hour photo.

Yeah, graduated from Yorkfield Military Academy in Virginia.

Deaf, trespassing, disorderly. How the hell's this kid not juvie? Simple. His

father's General Arthur frickin' Hale.

Medal of Honor recipient.

Aw, great.

Yep. Daddy ain't sitting him this time.

I was hoping for Salma.

Shut up!

Who'd you piss off? Seems like you. Fake IDs.

Ten grand in cash.

Actually, I'd like that money back.

Oh, you think we're playing games here?

Hey, Popeye entered without a warrant.

Nothing he found is immiscible in court. Fruit of the poisonous tree.

He's right.

How does a photo clerk know so much about the law?

I don't know.

We should give him a nickname.

Matlock, maybe.

Good one, Ginger snap. Giving a fake ID to a federal agent is a felony, Jack.

That's your real name, right?

Son of General Hale.

Bet he's proud.

Okay. Let me guess, problems at home?

What is this, family counseling?

Oh, I think we hit a sore spot.

Look, I'm scarred. Oh, what, so now it's good to cop back? I just don't like you.

Boss, give me some men on loan.

You know we have to call your father.

Yeah. Good luck getting a hold of him. He's got countries to be paid.

Think he'll make time for this?

Yo, hold up.

I'm 18.

Legally, you don't have to call him. I get it.

Dads can be complicated.

You don't want yours involved?

Okay.

So then stop holding back and help us figure out who's trying to kill you.

Will I get my money back?

One thing at a time.

Hypothetically.

If someone was making fake IDs, they'd probably need access to

quality equipment.

That's why you work at the photo place.

Hypothetically.

And how does that end in automatic fire?

Then drop the hypothetical crap.

Another fake ID dealer came to my work. He said, I either have to stop selling

or give him a cut of everything I make. I said no. I called him a little bitch.

So after that, a black Cadillac started tailing me. So I ran into your shed.

This guy have a name?

I didn't get his real one, but I nicknamed him Hasselhoff.

He smelled like sunscreen.

There's security cameras at the photo lab?

Yeah. But I am not letting you guys in there. You're going to get me fired.

Okay. You're gonna get the tapes for us, then.

You know, cop shows I watch make the ride-alongs look a lot more exciting.

You go in there, you get the security footage, you come back out, you hear me?

Yes, sir.

Mustache, sir. Boss, door.

They cut the power, too.

First your apartment, now your work.

Whoever you're not running from didn't get the memo.

You think it's Hasselhoff, Matlock?

Wait, am I Matlock? You sure are.

Oh my God, I love that.

They ripped the security camera out. Maybe Hasselhoff was worried I was going

to rat him out to the cops. I doubt it. You're both criminals.

This guy was shaking you down for your cash. Why didn't he boost the till?

Mike, something had to have been taken. Let the kid look around.

Fine. You watch him.

Go ahead. Don't touch anything.

There's baskets for morning pickup.

It was full when I locked up and left. So all they stole were photos.

Paul Hasselhoff, when it was money, he didn't do this. What ain't he telling

us? Nothing, I swear.

Yeah, well, I don't blame him.

Joey.

Mike? How you doing, Aaron?

You Jack Hale?

Yeah.

We're here for him.

Cliff, I know you were really excited about your turkey sandwich, but Franks

and Swanson, I ate it your way. My guys are out there flying blind.

Show it here.

Of course I'm pissed. We told you everything.

You ain't telling us nothing. For the tenth time, Franks, I'm telling you I

don't have authority to read you in. Oh, so it's Franks again, huh?

And read me in? You walked into my crime scene. Cliff, I need you to call this

director numbnuts on the phone from the FBI and tell him that this Jack kid,

he's the son of a Marine general.

What? Agent Swanson, your SAC faxed over approval for a joint operation, so

please now tell us everything you know.

Was that so hard?

A woman named Tilly Chavez called the FBI tip line, said she saw something

horrible while cleaning a commercial building.

She was terrified.

What did she find? She wouldn't tell me over the phone, but she took photos. We

arranged to meet in person. She never showed.

Why I was late for our dinner.

So I decided to go find her.

Someone else.

Found her first.

How does General Hale's son fit into all this?

I followed a trail of bloody boot prints to Tilly's answering machine.

Jack left a message saying Tilly's pictures were ready for pickup at the

one-hour photo.

Killer heard Jack's message. He murders Tilly, steals the pictures, then tries

to kill Jack because he thinks he saw the photos. And did he? He ain't saying

nothing till he gets his money back first.

Oh, that's nice.

So how does the killer even know that Tilly took those photos? Not sure, but

whatever thereof must be big.

Anybody contact General Hale? Because his son is clearly the target. Jax 18

doesn't want his dad involved.

And if Hale steamrolls in here like generals do, there ain't no way we're

solving this.

No offense, Mike, but you are not a father.

I am giving you until morning, and then I am calling the general.

Oh, come on, man.

What's on the photos? The only thing I've ever been this hungry.

You think you see adrenaline from being shot at and all? When I was undercover

with the Steel Vultures, topside of going 90.

Spent the next three hours making poor choices at the Golden Corral.

Was that a yes?

Jack, the photos.

Hey, Osama, I'm trying to remember.

Mm-hmm. Did I see or not? A woman was killed. You think this is all a joke?

Oh, I'm not laughing.

I need that money to live, and I am not talking until you give it back.

Okay, let's go.

Let go of me, man.

Kowalski, I need an evidence release form.

I signed this.

Your money's released.

What's the catch?

No one's signing unless you talk.

Tick-tock, kid.

I've had my eye on your bread for hours.

Been dreaming about Mai Tais and Belize.

I didn't see any crazy photos until these prints.

But our machine has been acting up recently, so some of the photos came out

blank.

What'd you do with the blanks?

Trash. Kowalski, I'm coming your way.

Frank said he wants all hands on deck in the bullpen. Copy that. On it.

Actually, Agent Bloom, Frank said if you have another lead, any lead at all, you

should go pursue that.

I do not.

Honey, I tried.

Paula, what are you doing back there?

Dumpster diving.

Photos are made of silver halide crystals.

If there's enough silver there, you can coax the image out.

Hey, Jack, what stock are these?

Kodak. I like the color portrait, too.

It's brand new, but, uh, temperamental.

Great. You can help me.

What about my money?

It's done.

Just means approval's up the chain.

It'll take a couple days.

You got him? Yeah.

What? This ain't Miami Vice, kid.

These things take time.

Okay, Tilly cleaned 18 buildings last month. Whatever she saw that caused this

whole fiasco is in one of them. We just gotta figure out which one.

The eyes take in so much.

I wonder what hers couldn't let go of. Drug stash, dead body, damn boogeyman.

It don't matter, Bloom. What matters is... Who's responsible?

That's right.

I'll cross-reference the locations against any recent crime activity.

I'll start pulling employee lists from all the buildings.

FYI, I'm rooting for you, too.

Oh, boy.

Casey. No, Joes, this has been weighing on me. And if Michael feels...

Awkward because I'm your partner?

That's a nod I need to untie.

And he needs to feel in his bones that I'm behind this.

Oh, boy. I'm sure he feels it in his bones, but it was only one date. Not

even. I was late. He had to leave 15 minutes in. Let's track down whoever

Tilly was brushing shoulders with. She must have told somebody what she's seen.

And when the 15 minutes are that damn good, it counts as a date.

It's called silver intensification.

Takes a minute, but with a little luck.

We could resurrect these bad boys.

Popeye says it's going to be a couple days for me to get my money.

Dude, you're killing me.

What? I'm trying to figure out if a couple means two, three. You know what

I'm trying to figure out? If you're actually a selfish prick or you're just

acting like one.

Yo, it sucks.

That lady got killed, but I got problems of my own.

As soon as I get my cash back, I'm out of Cali.

Look, it's working.

Damn. Someone tells me this lady didn't get smoked over a toy terrier.

Why do you want to leave California?

Pretty soon the, uh... General's gonna figure out where his baby boys hold up.

And I'm not trying to have that reunion.

Finally.

Something real out of you.

Hey, don't be catching feelings.

Popeye will get jealous.

Oh, yeah. I'm 18, not blind.

You two have a serious vibe.

What? Am I wrong?

Grab those tongs.

Agitate that print.

Okay.

You know, it's not just the fake IDs.

I do kind of dig photography.

This is the first time I've ever been in a darkroom. It's pretty cool.

She's an oldie, but she's never failed me.

Treat her well.

Thanks, Mama.

Tilly's garden.

Gnome, sweet gnome.

Lola Wow, my real name. I think I'm actually gonna miss being someone what?

Can't be weirder than 400 gnomes

God's

sake

And my Christmas bonus better be huge.

So basically, I am being hunted by a serial killer.

Don't know yet. No, I'm pretty sure three heads qualifies as serial, and I'm

being hunted. So yeah, it's just like basic math.

Jack, you're safe with us.

I want to talk to Mustache.

He doesn't want to hear you bitch about your money right now. No, neither do I.

Are you not listening?

Here, you're good.

Out there, not so much.

So just chill.

Take some pictures.

Live a little longer.

Hey, tell Bloom I sent the facts of the severed hairs to his friends at the

bureau. Can you keep an eye on Jack for me? Honey, I'm happy to keep an eye on

anything that isn't decapitated. These freezers are industrial grade. Not gonna

find that in a laundromat or a tanning salon.

That brings us down to 16.

Heads are facts, Bloom.

Random. Any serial killers at large have got a taste for Chinese folks.

Wow, Mike.

What? No racist serial killers jumping out in the flanks, boss. He's not a

serial killer. Our gang unit just ID'd all three victims as members of the Nine

Gates Brotherhood. The Nine Gates only operate in the southeast part of the

city. That leaves us with only five left. Three restaurants, a florist, and

a seafood supplier.

Ain't no judge gonna prove five warrants.

Casey, you got those employee lists? Let's check if any of them are known

members of the Nine Gates.

The Nine Gates?

Those dudes are ruthless, even worse than a serial killer.

I'm sorry, Frank, he slipped by me.

It ain't your fault, Mary Jo.

Get a lunchable or something.

It's a compromise.

Float me a small loan and a bus ticket to somewhere far away. I got him.

Come on, let's go.

Let's go, man. Come on.

This is gang affiliated. If we want answers, Flock was our guy. I'm betting

he's still a wee bit salty at you.

For what?

Story for another time. Rando's right.

I think y'all should let me go. Screw that. I'm going.

Okay, then.

Sit out.

You know what?

I'm not sitting, bro.

I'm done waiting in this room. I'm done listening to you all preach. I'm done

with it all. Please, I want to leave. You just said having this gang after you

is worse than a serial killer. I'm not going home. I'm going to a land far, far

away. You think they can't find you?

These guys have resources. They're not compared to my dad, and he hasn't found

me. Maybe he's even looking. Either way, I'll be fine.

Do you even want him to?

Hold up.

You always such a prick. You know, I had a second person to ask me that today.

Lala? She put it a little different. She said I was a selfish prick.

It's just more in line with the general thinking.

Growing up in that house was a blast.

Yeah, I know how you feel. Yeah, sure you do, Popeye. My dad put the fear of

God in me every day. And believe you me, he called me things a whole lot worse

than prick.

Move over The

truth is

I'm not too sure if I ever really made him proud

Are you still trying?

To make him proud

I don't think that ever goes away.

That sucks.

Yeah, that sucks.

But you know what?

I still love him.

It's been a few months since we've talked.

You want to lay down on the couch?

Truth is, I kind of am a selfish prick.

Come on.

Still got time to prove them wrong.

But for now... What's this?

Is this a part of therapy?

Yeah.

You're kidding me.

I never kid when it comes to bugling.

Edges first.

You think Swanson was joking earlier when she said our first date didn't

count?

Shockingly, Mike, I haven't given it much thought. Because I got a system.

You know, first date, dinner, peck on the cheek, second date, move the lips,

third date, that's when the magic happens. Isn't that just standard

dating? I didn't say it was groundbreaking, but it works.

I just don't want to get caught back to first base.

Can we stop talking about this, Mike?

Count them up.

Otra vez.

Going kind of hard on your auntie, ain't you?

Ah, she knows not to bring that weak stuff up in here.

No, I'm just playing with you, Tia. You know I love you.

Looking fit as a fiddle, Flaco.

How you feeling?

Pretty good, considering your little boy toy Manny put a bullet in me.

You looked him up nice and proper, huh, Mama?

Más vale que te cuides, perra.

Whatever that was didn't sound cordial.

Wash him.

You know, I checked the prison databases.

Manny wasn't in any of them.

I'll set him up all cozy like a witness protection.

Why don't you give me his new Addie so he and I can catch up?

You know who did that?

Yep.

What do you want? One of my boys got pinched, so I went to a sailor.

Agent that picked him up was one of yours.

We'll take care of him.

That easy?

That easy.

This is the work of Xi Chang.

Homie was an enforcer for the Nine Gates, the heads of his signature.

But he went rogue, so the brotherhood jumped him out.

Looks like they should have thought harder about that.

Where can we find him?

They don't.

He finds you.

Come on, Flaco. You got friends. Ask around.

Chan finds out I'm helping you, pretty soon Tia's gonna be burying me without a

head. I gave you a name. Don't get greedy now.

Domino, Romano.

I meant what I said about Chan finding you. Word is, he's hunting for that boy.

He's not going to stop until that kid's noggin is his.

This is the most gruesome rap sheet that I have ever seen.

Do we know how to find this Chan?

No home address, but we narrowed Tilly's buildings down to three. Chan owns one

of them. A warehouse on 18th and 26th. So why are you still here? We think the

whole place must be rigged with security cameras, sir. There's no other way he

could know until he took those photos.

We can't go in guns blazing because if Chan sees us on those cameras, he'll

never go back.

Given everything that's happened, he's probably not going back anyway.

I know it's a long shot, but...

It's our only lead.

You know how to smell it, don't you?

A stakeout.

And that was teed up for Wheeler, huh?

Yep. Randall, the rest of us all talked about it two minutes ago. Okay, let's

get logistics in order for tonight, get the wheels in motion for tomorrow.

What about Jack?

I know I said I'd wait until morning, but in light of recent events, I called

General Hale.

Needless to say, he was livid. At us or him? Both.

But Jack got the brunt of it. He said he loves his boy, but Jack doesn't care

about anybody but himself, and that's never gonna change. So what now?

Well, the general arranged for a C-130 to transport Jack to Camp Lejeune later

tonight. I asked Agent Bloom to escort him to the airfield.

Swanson's there with an advance team now. What happens after he gets to Camp

Lejeune? He'll be held in federal protection until Chan is in custody. The

general's en route to meet him there now. Does Jack know?

Oh, no. Not yet. I asked Agent Bloom to hold off on telling him until they're

ready to depart.

Trying to keep dramatics to a minimum.

Good thinking. Jack should hear it from me, not Bloom.

Jack's down in the dark room.

Lala gave him that camera. Now he thinks he's Andy Leibovitz.

Give me a chin down, eyes up.

Yes. Make sure you frame that one.

Yeah, poster size, Hawkeye.

That's from MASH. I told them about Korea.

Listen, Jack.

There's been a change of plans.

Your father was called.

And?

And you're being transported to a base in North Carolina.

They'll meet you there.

Okay.

That's it?

What? Were you expecting a temper tantrum?

Hey, Jack.

Can I talk to you?

Yeah, just give me a minute.

Nice knowing you, Popeye.

Best of luck.

Dragging down whoever's trying to kill me.

I don't want to be old enough to legally drink a beer.

We'll find him.

You take care of yourself, Jack.

How'd he take it?

Surprisingly well.

Kid's probably just glad to be out of that rec room prison.

He was in the dark room, but... What's wrong, Proby?

He was too calm.

The vent's down there. They're a direct line into Wheeler's office. I think he

heard us talking.

Sold. Will you go in there? Yeah, long trip ahead.

Yeah, but shh.

Yes, General, FBI agents Swanson and Bloom will be waiting for you when your

plane touches down. And I assure you, sir, that we are going to find your son.

Yeah. Cliff, Franks and Randy just got back.

How did it go with the general?

They rerouted him to San Diego. His plane touches down in less than two

hours. I'm coming down.

I'm capable.

I'm competent.

This is not the day it all falls apart.

Updates now.

Still no hits on Jack Spolos, sir. But we got his face on the news. You sure

this is smart? Now Chan knows he's out there. Chan is hunting for him no matter

what. This tip line will help us find Jack first.

The calls are rolling in, and there's a fresh pot of coffee brewing. We got

this. Thank you, Mary Jo. Remember, you are capable, you are competent.

This is not the day it all falls apart.

Talk to me.

One of the MPs spotted Jack leaving base last night around midnight, but after

that, the trail goes cold.

We checked every airport and train station in a 30-mile radius.

Ain't nobody seen him. We hit every diner and gas station in the area. No

luck. His apartment?

JJ and Carl are staking it out. No sign of him yet, though. Fax just came in

from the San Ysidro bus station. Ticket agent thinks they spotted Jack.

I'll check it out.

This kid dislikes his father so much, he'd rather risk his life than have a

reunion. That should make you feel better about what you got going on with

your boy.

NCI's tip line, please hold.

Hello, NCI's tip line.

Gail, did you look at this? The kid they think is Jack has been at the bus

station since yesterday morning.

Jack was with us then.

Uh-oh.

Sorry, sir, but we don't have any agent mustache that works here.

Oh!

Jack,

hello? Hey, Popeye.

Guys, I got him!

I didn't have to blast my face all over the news. It's kind of embarrassing, you

know?

Jack, what are you doing, man?

Proving to myself I'm not a selfish prick.

Really? Because this seems pretty damn selfish to me.

Hey, I didn't take off to avoid my dad. I left because I'm trying to help. Help

who?

Tilly? No.

Her family, at least.

Trying to get them justice.

Just tell us where you are, Jack.

18th and 26th by Chan's Warehouse.

Yeah, that's right. I heard you through the vents.

Finally, it was a long shot, unless I help you. Jack, listen. You guys were

right. This camera's all over out here, so...

I'm going to show him my face. He's going to come to try and chop my head

off, and you guys are going to arrest him.

Hopefully before that. Okay, good plan. See you in a bit. Jack.

Damn it. This kid's got it, damn it. We need to get there before Chan does.

We really need to fix those vents.

Come get me, bitch.

Where's our caddy? Yeah, it's Chan's.

Rando, Dominguez, clear the corridor. Copy. Yeah.

Alley's clear.

Roby, on me.

Trunk? Chad knows the lay of the land.

Kid doesn't. Stay quiet, but move fast.

Go.

Hey, move here.

Jack, where are you?

Kid moved.

Lala.

Can't tell if that's Jack or Chan.

My money's on Chan!

Yeah? Good bet!

Friendlies! Friendlies!

Friendlies! Friendlies on your six. We had eyes on Jack.

He ran off, though. Get off me! The southwest corner's southward!

Move, move, move.

Cover you. Go, go, go.

It's the IS! Let him go!

Hands! Show me your hands! Drop your weapon!

Drop your...

You okay?

You okay?

Seems so.

Dang, that lock.

Not smart.

All right.

My plan worked.

Get in the car, Jack.

He bleeds on the back burner again.

You know, I'm really starting to worry about you, Kowalski.

How's the young man?

Okay, I think.

See you later.

You got room in your bag for this?

Thanks, Popeye.

I got something else for you, too.

I want it.

Do me a favor, give it to Tilly's family.

Not so selfish after all.

Tell it to my dad.

I heard he did.

He's waiting for you.

I, um... I left something on your desk for you.

Hope you like it.

Glad it was your creepy shed I ran into, Gibbs.

Good luck with your dad.

Yeah, you too, but he loved to hear from you

Make that a happy ending.

I'll take it.

You know, I got write-ups to do and tons of case work.

You're free tonight.

Listen, Mike, I think it's pretty clear in our line of work we're just kind of

getting interrupted, so...

How about we just jump to date three?

Saturday.

My place.

You see

this?

Yeah.

I got one too.

Kids are pain in the ass.

But I think I'm gonna miss him.

He's pretty good.

Or maybe we just look good together.

Hey, Dad.

It's a 168-grain full metal jacket boat tail.

Should have killed you.

Hmm.

Who's that?

Lala Dominguez.

One hell of a special agent.

Is that all she was to you?

Well, too many photos of me in there.

You think she could be the other target? No.

No, I do not.

She died a long time ago.

Oh.

KIA? No.

Plane crash.

Oh.

Sorry.

Oh, okay, we got a hit.

On your tracker, it looks like Rowan Briggs is holed up in a hotel in

Baltimore.

Whoa. Are you sure you don't want to rest up since you just, like, performed

surgery on yourself?

No.

Gear up.

What? Nothing. I just... I never thought I'd hear you say that again.

Ah.

Ooh, baby, I like it raw.

Yeah, baby, I like it raw. Let's roll.

Ooh, baby, I like it raw.

They had to save a couple of them for later.