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Nice to meet you, Admiral Stock.

Yo, Admiral!

How you doing?

Looking good, Admiral Stock.

Hey, Admiral?

Big fan.

Ah, something's missing.

What is it?

What is missing?

Official.

Now that's what I'm talking about.

Admiral. NCIS.

At your service.

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- Have fun.
- Welcome to the annual

Anacostia Turkey Trot.

Runners, please check in at the
registration desk to get your numbers.

Tell you, with a little more notice,

I might've actually trained for this.

And I would've sprung for a new knee.

It's a 5K run, guys.
It's just three miles.

3.1.
It's the point-one that'll kill you.

Hey, uh, we using badges here?

Well, we are semi-undercover,

backup security for the admiral, so...

So "we don't need
no stinking badges," then.

Oh, you finally got to say it. Congrats.

Good morning, Agents.

Admiral Stock. Morning.

I trust you've been briefed
by my right hand,

Lieutenant Sara Giles?

Briefed and re-briefed, yeah.

Again, we appreciate you spending

your holiday morning with us.

And my apologies,
for the humble turnout so far.

Apparently, Fergie is grand marshaling

another Turkey Trot across town,

and who can compete with that?

What?! Fergie, like Fergie Fergie?

Uh, no apologies necessary, Admiral.

Uh, we're being summoned to
the giant turkey, Admiral.

Now there's a sentence
you don't hear every day.

Care to meet the event committee?

Lead the way.

Fergie.

- She is one cool admiral.
- Yeah.

She's no Fergalicious though.

Hey, guys.

Ah, we found you.

How fun is this?

Great, I thought there'd be a
little more people here though.

Well, they're all across town,
frankly, where I should be.

Nick is experiencing a little FOMO.

So what do you say
we finish running this race,

and then we can just keep
running over to Fergie's 5K.

Are you still trying to get
out of seeing your sister?

And did you just say "Fergie"?

My sister's renting a place
in town for the month.

And she's gonna host
a Thanksgiving lunch, so...

They don't exactly get along.

Well, you know, since Kasie just

recently broke up with Piper...

But we're still friends,
you know, for the kids.

She's gonna run a little
sisterly interference.

- NCIS, coming through. Excuse me.
- Look at this guy.

NCIS. Coming through.

Nice fake hat.

NCIS coming through, excuse me.

Anybody we know? Not even a little bit.

Hey! How you doing?

I'm doing fine.

Now excuse me.

Uh, NCIS, yeah?

- That's right.
- Wow, no kidding.

I hear that's a great gig. You, uh,

you work out of the Springfield office?

Sure do. Now if you don't mind,

I'm on official business.

Well, it'd probably be
even more official if, uh,

NCIS had a Springfield office.

NCIS.

And you are?

I'm, I'm, uh...

I'm so sorry.

Good morning, Turkey Trotters.

All right, listen, Mr. Sorry,

let's have this conversation
back there. Okay?

Here we go, here we go.
Just turn around.

It's an honor to serve
as your grand marshal today.

- As we embark on this small test...
- Here we go, right there.

We're just gonna take a little
look. You don't mind, do you?

No weapons. He's clean.

Care to explain why you're
impersonating a federal agent?

I-I wasn't impersonating.

I was just trying to meet the admiral.

I've been a big fan, since my Navy days.

I mean, just look at her.

I'm being told we're about to start.

Incredible, isn't she?

That she is.

And this is as close
as you're gonna get.

- What?
- Yeah, you're gonna stay

right here, Agent Bob, with me

and the very real Special Agent McGee.

And you two can go have a nice run.

- We got it.
- Please, let me just say hello.

Uh, maybe another time.

- Please.
- Okay, just stay right here.

Please, l-let me
just get a few selfies with her.

Well, if you want selfies,
you're gonna have

to take them from here, okay, so...

Everybody, ready?

On your mark...

All right, whatever.

Get set...

Go!

I didn't plant any bomb.

Let's see, a dishonorably discharged,

unemployed car salesman
with a rap sheet.

Kind of makes it
hard to believe you, Bob.

I admit, I've made some bad decisions.

Like impersonating
a federal agent to get close

to Admiral Stock
right before she's blown up?

If I had known she was gonna blow up,

why would I be trying to get close?

To save her life.
It's called Hero Syndrome.

- You set a fire to put it out.
- No.

You guys have my phone.
Check the pictures.

Your phone, this one?

That you conveniently landed on?

By the way, we're checking that for apps

that can remotely detonate a bomb.

Look, all I wanted was a few
shots with the woman I love.

- This is just so crazy.
- No way I'd ever risk hurting her!

- I swear I have...
- Least of all by planting a bomb!

...never seen this man in my life.

Unfortunately, he saw you
during the time that he served.

Oh, thank God.

Lieutenant Giles is okay.

I have to get back to the hospital.

- Okay, I can drive you over now.
- And while you're gone,

I'll keep working
on the surveillance photos

to figure out how that bomb was planted.

- It wasn't a bomb.
- What?

Kasie had what was left
of the turkey float

towed into the evidence garage.
Take a look.

There was a gas-powered generator

underneath the float,
with what is very clearly

a bullet hole through its gas tank.

Wait a second, you're saying

someone took a shot at the admiral?

And hit the generator instead.

Well, if that's the case,

then that someone clearly wasn't Bob.

Who the hell was it then?

Got the bullet. A 45-caliber

with striations that indicate

this baby was shot through a silencer.

And perfectly timed with
the admiral's starter's pistol.

Well, she gave the shooter a countdown.

No security cam photos from
the parks department just yet.

- Why the hell not?
- They're working with a skeleton crew

just like us.

Would a camera
have even caught the shooting?

They could've fired
from really far away.

Not through a silencer.
Had to be close range.

- Then we need photos.
- Yeah.

All right, let's start combing
social media. A giant exploding

turkey's got to be trending by now.

Oh, darn.

Uh, my sister apparently

has "a big surprise"
awaiting me at lunch.

So bummed to have to cancel.

"Cancel"? What about the surprise?

Knowing Robin, it could be
anything from serving us

Tofurky for lunch
to yet another new fiancé.

Either way, hate to miss it, but...

Wait, wait, stop, just don't cancel.

Uh, but we have a case.

Just go, family first.

The rest of us have a few hours

before our dinner plans. Okay?

Yeah, Jess, it's not like
we need the whole team

to search the Internet.

- But...
- No buts.

Just go see your sister.

You should go, Jess.

This will be good for both of you.

Ugh...

♪ Let's get this party started, okay? ♪

- Okay.
- Let's go, girl.

Hey!

Keep walking like that and we
should be there by Christmas.

Who's in a rush?

Hey, you know what?

It is going to be okay because I...

take my job
as peacemaker very seriously.

So I actually brought a secret weapon.

- Oh, your mom's mac-n-cheese?
- Uh-huh.

It is so decadent
that after three bites,

everybody's too tired to argue, okay?

30 minutes in the oven,
and world peace is assured.

We call it "Mac-N-Cheezus."

So, listen, I may have oversold this.

Yes, my sister and I fight,

- but not as bad as we used to.
- Oh, no, I get it.

There was even a time
when our older brother

wouldn't let us at the same
family function together.

Oh... that's bad.

Well, it's just because
Robin wouldn't grew up

and I had to be the third parent.

What about your actual parents?

I took Dad in the divorce,
and she took Mom.

- Oh.
- Because we are always opposites.

I am levelheaded.

And she is a free spirit. I say,

"Red," she says, "Blue."

Okay, tell you what.

If you need backup in there,

let's have a code word.

- Cheezus?
- Perfect.

You got this.

- Ah, Jess!
- Yeah!

It's so good to see you.

So good to see you.

Wait, you're wearing that?

Cheezus.

Hi, I'm Kasie.

So nice to meet you, Kase.
Can I call you Kase?

Sure. I brought mac-and-cheese.
Where's the oven?

Ah, the oven. Funny story about that.

Hey, nice place.

Thank you so much for having us.

Ah, I love the smell of Thanksgiving.

It smells like, um...

...nothing.

It smells like nothing.

Yeah, well, that's the funny story,

but other than the oven,
and the microwave not working,

this rental is amazing.

So much for world peace.

No sweat. I ordered in, the food
will be here in no time.

Is that the "surprise"?

What's that supposed to mean?

Hey, I have an idea.

How about you two pop onto the couch,

I will pop my mac-n-cheese
into the fridge,

and we can pop open a bottle
of what Jess brought.

Eh? Pinot, anyone?

We'll start with that one, that's good.

Yeah, that's...

Ah, that's good.

Yeah, I know it's a holiday.

But since, uh, someone tried to blow up

a Navy admiral in one of your parks,

maybe have someone
call us back or at least

send us some security cam photos?

Okay? Thank you.

Oh, and, uh, happy Thanksgiving.

Still no access to traffic cams
outside the park, either.

And no luck on social media,
either. Just lots of selfies

with hashtags like, uh, "TurkeyBomb,"

"BirdBlast."

No shooter.

Whoa, hang on, Fake Agent Bob's

broken cell phone finally
booted up, gave us some photos.

Look at this one.

Oh, he caught that explosion in 4K.

No, look closer.

Green hoodie.

He's carrying a gun.

And a clear shot of his face.

Facial rec, here we come.

- I'd bet money Jimmy wears glasses.
- How'd you know?

Jessica's always had
a thing for eyewear.

She thought the Monopoly
Man's monocle was so hot.

Oh, you think that's funny?

Hey, remember the time
when you got stood up for prom?

What the hell, Jess?

Oh, I thought we were telling

embarrassing stories about each other.

Want to guess Jessica's family nickname?

I don't know, do I?

No, you do not.

"Wetsica," because
she used to pee the bed

and then blame it on me.

Okay, I was a kid. Hey, Robin?

_

I'm sorry, you have a best friend,

Miss I Don't Get Close to Anybody?

Wait, I'm your best friend?

I get close to plenty of people.
And why do you think

I was saying that to you
in Mandarin? Give a guess.

Would you just chill? I'm sorry I'm not

a bilingual show-off like some people.

The truth is, I understand it
better than I speak it.

So, Robin...

I hear you make your own soaps.

That's a neat business.

Well, not anymore. People are so cheap.

They think that 30 bucks
is too much for soap.

But I'm in town because
I started a new business.

Ooh!

Yo, what are you doing?

I get close to people.

Well, of course you do. Now just...

let it go, bestie.

I just finished my training

as an energy healer.

"Robin Knight, Energy EMT."

Consider me a spiritual lifesaver.

Certified to align chakras,

clean auras, open third eyes...

Ooh.

Am I picking up on some negative energy,
Jess?

Give me a call, I'll give
you the family discount.

And you know what, you didn't
have to wear that watch

for extra points with me or whatever.

I wear this every day.

- Sure.
- Mm.

No, she really does.

Oh, my God, that's him.

- That's who?
- I met a guy.

You are gonna love him.

Brace yourself because

her taste in men runs the gamut

between unemployed and puppeteer.

You haven't even met him yet,
and you already don't like him.

Okay, fine. I will try.

Jess, Kase.

- This is Charlie.
- Hi.

Nice to meet you both.

Nice to meet you.

Hi. Yes, here we go, come on.

Ah, nice to meet you.

_

Oh, uh, this dress?

_

_

_

_

Buzzing like a beehive over here.

Come on, no phones.

It's Thanksgiving.

I'm sorry, you're right.

Uh, no, she's not right.
These-these are work texts.

Work, shmerk. I'm sure CSI will survive

a couple hours without you.

I thought it was NCIS.

Mm, it is. We get that a lot.

Cool gig. What's that like?

Oh, we don't have to talk
about her boring job, babe.

Uh, why don't you get
to know Charlie, Jess?

Yeah, that's...

that's a great idea, um...

What's up?

Maybe work is distracting.

Um, here's what my family
does on holidays.

We... turn off

our phones and...

collect them together,

so nobody's distracted.

That's a great idea, babe.

And...

I can't wait to meet your family.

Mm. Oh.

Here, okay.

I feel lighter already.

Uh, I don't know, what if
there's a break in the case?

Ooh, without their most special agent

and their very best forensic scientist?

Typical.

Okay, I can see

- this is my fault.
- What? No.

- It's not.
- Yes, yes, it is.

I'm, I'm an eager beaver.

Way too excited to meet your sister.

So I-I came off a little strong.

So if this is too much pressure,

to do this over a holiday meal,

I can go.

We can try this again another time.

No. Jess wants you to stay, right?

No... yes, of course.

You should, you should stay.

Okay, if you insist.

Okay.

Yay.

Thank you.

I'm gonna pop open a fresh bottle.

Oh, hey, make it two.

I guess I'll take this
as a positive sign

that they're at least talking.

- Look at this.
- "My sister's latest incarnation."

Apparently, Robin changes dream careers

like you and I change our socks.

I got a cousin like that.
Actually makes me glad

I'm avoiding
all that family drama this year.

Oh, that's right, you guys
are headed to Vance's place?

- Mm-hmm.
- No drunk uncles in that family.

Well, fingers crossed.

I don't know, it's funny how a, uh,

holiday based on gratitude can bring out

the worst in people sometimes, you know?

I'm actually fine with the fact

that my in-laws aren't ready
to meet Jess.

Conflict is like a default setting
for some people.

- Oh, like your father-in-law?
- Yeah.

Yeah, good old Ed. Although, to be fair,

he's actually been a lot nicer
to me since Breena died.

I don't know why that hurts more.

Yeah, it's-it's too bad that

it takes a loss like that for us
to realize what matters.

Oh, we got a hit?

Yeah, it's not from our
criminal files though.

It's from the TSA database.

Charles Samuels,

airport security officer,
currently on unpaid leave.

We have his last known address.

- All right, text it to me.
- Yeah, I'll send it now.

Uh, and thanks, McGee.

Yeah? For, uh, for what?

For, uh...

I don't know. Everything?

Hope you guys are hungry.

It looks great, babe.

Ooh, fancy sandwiches.

Nothing says traditional Thanksgiving

quite like cold cuts.

I'll have you know
these are turkey heroes.

Not that I expect Jess
to appreciate anything I do.

In New York, we call them subs.

I've also heard grinders, hoagies...

Where I'm from, they're wedges.

- You're from Yonkers?
- You know Yonkers?

Ha! I've got family in Mount Vernon.

And some of them say wedges, too.

Charlie, honey, you're from New York?

I always thought you were Southern.

Well, I am. I-I lived

in Texas awhile,

but I was born in New York.

Don't worry, babe.

Lucky for us,

we have the rest of our lives

to get to know each other better.

You bet we do, babe.

And there it is.

There what is?

Ah, Robin's big surprise.

Go ahead, spill it.

We're engaged!

Surprise!

Wow, you called it.

I know we've only
known each other two weeks.

But we have been inseparable since.

And when the universe gives
you a gift like Charlie,

who can say no?

That's great.

Right? Knight?

Mm-hmm, mm-hmm.

Jess, can you say something?

What would you like me to say?

- Jess.
- Look, I may have called it,

but I still have to say,
I mean, you move fast,

but two-weeks fast?

I knew it was a bad idea
telling her like this.

- Maybe we should just eat.
- Or you know what?

Maybe Jessica should have my
back for just once in my life.

Are you kidding me?
I never said anything

about your previous four engagements.

It's like you're like a serial
monogamist or something.

Well, it's better than a serial...

non-ogamist, commitment-phobe.

You know, I've been here a whole
month and still haven't met

your "special friend."
God forbid she say boyfriend.

Stop fighting!

Sorry to yell like that.

I just hate seeing the two
of you fight like this.

Especially 'cause of me.

I know this is a shock.

And yeah...

we're moving fast, but...

I...

love your sister.

Can't wait to get to know her better.

And I'd like to get to know you, too,

if you'd let me.

I'd like that.

Ah, me, too. Now can we talk

about something easy, like politics?

Actually, I'd like to hear more
about Jessica's job.

Like... what's it called?

The...?

The REACT team?

How do you know about that?

Most people haven't heard of it.

Robin told me all about your job.

I did? Mm-hmm.

Well, that's surprising,

because Robin thinks I work for CSI.

That's because
you never tell me anything,

just like that time
you went camping without me.

Okay, really? Now?
I'm trying to make a point here.

But besides that, that was 20 years ago.

How are you not over that?

Because you weren't the one
who was left out.

- Okay, nobody left you out.
- Yes, you did.

- Yes, you did.
- No, we didn't. We asked you to go.

But you needed to go to
Misty's sleepover party...

No, no. I'm sorry.

- "Misty's having a birthday party..."
- No, that's not...

So, who'd you vote for?

I didn't have anything to do, Jess...

Go.

NCIS!

Clear.

Clear.

Does this guy's profile say anything

about him having kids?

Doesn't look like a recent photo.

Better chance he's one of them.

I found something.

It's not a weapon.

I found a silencer.

Huh. Bet he's still out there
with a gun.

But why target the admiral?

I mean, this guy wasn't even
in the military.

No, but this guy was.

"In Memory of Marine Sergeant
Joseph Samuels."

Our guy's brother or cousin?

Maybe the other kid in the photo?

Yeah, Jimmy, you got all of us.

Good. I'm gonna need all of you.

Check your cells.
Traffic cam photos finally came in.

I guess Parker's nasty message
did the trick.

Not nasty, just firm.

All right,
what are we looking at, Jimmy?

The first photo clearly shows our guy

firing toward the admiral.

Well, that's great.
We got him caught in the act.

The second photo, however, clearly shows

that he was aiming
more towards the float

below the admiral.

Why would he shoot at the float?

Blowing up its gas tank would be
a million-to-one shot.

Well, I don't like the answer
and neither will you.

Check the third photo.

All right, look who's standing

right between our shooter and the float.

Directly in the bullet's path.

Was he shooting at Knight?

I just think it's weird
that your new fiancé

knows more about my job than you do.

I'll have you know,
it was Charlie's idea

to even get together for Thanksgiving

just so he could come and meet you.

Which I appreciate, but
I still think it's too soon.

Too soon for who?

Just because you're afraid
of being loved,

doesn't mean that I have to be.

God, I swear you are just like Mom.

Should we go around the room,
say what we're thankful for?

Uh...

You know what, I think it's time
that we get back to the office.

I'll start.

You know what?
Please don't take this personally...

I'm... thankful

to be here with you all.

I really am.

Especially...

so I can ask you,

what it's like to be
a hostage negotiator.

Word to the wise,

stick to the thankful part.

- Yeah, babe, stop.
- I'm-I'm just curious.

Like, have you ever

lost anyone in the line of duty?

Dude, give it up.

Mm, afraid I can't.

Your whole REACT team
was killed, wasn't it?

Okay, Kasie, it's time that we go.

No, please, you can't go now.

Holiday's just getting started.

Sit down.

Hands out.

I said sit down.

Close the blinds.

I'm sure you all know the drill.

Hands where I can see them.

You didn't know about this, did you?

- Of course not.
- Then, what do you know?

I know that the love of my life
was lying to me about...

Was it everything?

Okay, we need a plan.

Man, I am so sick of hearing that.

You know, this is
my third "at gunpoint" situation

in three years.

Kasie, focus.

You are cut off.

Okay, Robin. Robin.

_

Get your what? Your receipt?

- What?
- What?

No. _

- Oh, your phone.
- Yes.

What the hell?

We said no phones.

It's a holiday, remember?

So, what's your plan, Charlie?

Wait, let me guess.

I already know you're the one
who fired that shot this morning.

How do you know that?

Your gun is the same caliber
as the bullet I pulled

from the float's generator.

So I'm guessing you tried
to assassinate the admiral,

somehow missed,
and now you want to kill us

because we know too much.

Impressive.

And so close, but no.

I did hit the generator,

but it wasn't the admiral
I was shooting at.

Me?

No. No, that's crazy.

It was my one shot at justice.

Couldn't believe I missed.

But now, I'm glad.

Confronting you in person
is so much better.

What justice are you talking about?

With all of your questioning,
I'm assuming it has to do with REACT.

If it was about REACT,

why on earth would he be dating...

You were dating me to get to Jess.

Hey.

Not just for that,

but I needed some way
to get ahold of her schedule.

So you could kill her?

So I could...

get justice.

You keep throwing that word
around, Charlie.

What exactly did I do
to make you want justice?

Does the name Joe Samuels

mean anything to you?

I can't get Jess or Kasie
on the cell phone.

All right, I'll try pinging them.

Here's our dead Marine's obituary.

Wait, what dead Marine?

We found a mass card
in the shooter's apartment.

Born in the Bronx,
schooled at Westchester.

Was part of
the all-county baseball team.

Joined the Marines in 2010.
Three tours in Afghanistan.

Predeceased by his parents,

survived by his only brother,
Charles Samuels of Fairfax.

I don't see a cause of death.

And no luck on their phones.

Why would they turn off their phones?

Dude, you don't know
where Knight's sister lives?

No. I know she has a monthly rental

through that NightTripper website.

It should be under Robin Knight.

Well, I can check the site,
but I'm gonna need more

than a name to find an address.

Oh, actually, uh...

Robin's business card...

yes, it has her email address

and her cell number if that helps.

- It's a start. Text it to me.
- All right.

Here we go. I got our cause of death.

Marine Sergeant Samuels died by suicide.

"Despite the best efforts of the NCIS

REACT team to talk him off
the bridge in Baltimore."

The REACT team. That's our connection.

According to our records,
the agent that was trying

to talk him down was...

We need to find her.

I'm gonna go check her place.

Torres, check Kasie's, too,

in case they ended up there somehow.

On it.

McGee.

Find the sister.

Joe and I were on our own

after Mom died.

But no matter how bad things got,

Joe taught me to fight for good.

But three straight combat tours later,

and he came back different.

Whatever he saw there, it changed him.

But still,

every day,

Joe fought to be happy.

And he was. I saw it.

He was...

he was happy,

until you let him jump.

That is the last thing that I wanted.

Well, you didn't stop him!

If you had done your job,

he would be here today.

Hell, you don't even remember
who I'm talking about.

Oh, I wish that were true, Charlie.

But I couldn't forget Joe if I tried.

We spent hours talking on that bridge.

About how he didn't want his brother

worrying about him,

about how he didn't want you to know.

Know what?

How truly unhappy he was.

No. No.

How he couldn't hide it
from you anymore,

and that he'd already tried once,

- but the gun jammed.
- You're lying.

You didn't know my brother.

You don't remember him!

He called you Boots!

He called you Boots.

An inside joke from when you were kids.

And he talked about
how much he loved you.

And about how much pain he was in.

That means nothing.

Don't sit there
and pretend like you care.

I don't have to pretend.

I just want you to see.

I'm just gonna show you.

On this side,

each initial stands
for somebody that I care about.

L.O.,

B.V., K.M.

That's Ono, Vargas and Madden.

My REACT team.

And these here...

These are three other people
that I couldn't save.

J.E.

That's Jenny.

She's a mother who lost
her son and her husband

in the same week.

R.B. That was Robert.

He was a grandpa whose cancer
stopped responding to treatment.

And this one, J.S.

Charlie, do you know who that is?

That's Joe.

Joe Samuels, your brother.

So, you can believe whatever
it is that you need to believe.

You can say that I failed,
that I am bad at my job,

that it is all my fault,
but don't you ever accuse me

of not caring or forgetting.

Because there's nothing that I can do

to forget these people.

There's no sign of them at Jess's place.

How about Kasie's?

Same. Nick's headed back here now.

Any luck with NightTripper?

If it wasn't for the holiday,
we might have

a supervisor there to help us,

- but without a...
- This is Special Agent Parker

at NCIS.

Again. Call me back, please.

And Parker's back
to leaving nasty messages.

Hey, I said please.

But every judge in town is
too busy carving turkey

to issue a warrant.

Have we even tried coming up with, uh,

Robin's password for the site?

Well, I've got
a password generator running,

but, I mean, who knows?

It could take days
to land on the right one.

All right, what about, uh, Jessica?

"Jessica1"?

You really think her password
is gonna be a sister

she doesn't get along with?

I think that anything's worth trying.

Okay, fine.

No, no dice. Let me try "Jessica2."

"Jessica3"?

Four?

No.

Any other ideas, guys?

You know what?

Try "Wetsica."

Wets-a-what?

W-E-T-S-I-C-A.

It's a family nickname.

Ooh. I'm in.

Amazing.

Got an address, too.

It's a Thanksgiving miracle.

Not yet.

All right, I'm gonna call Torres.

Good. Have him meet us over there.

Let's go.

I understand you are hurting, Charlie.

But it is time to put the gun down.

You think a few hours on a bridge

is the same as a lifetime?

I never said that.

No one is immune to loss, not Kasie,

or Robin, or me.

- You NCIS?
- Pete the super?

We just heard a gunshot,
end of the hall, last door down.

All right, keep your tenants inside.

Stop!

No! Look at me, look at me. Stay here.

Do you understand now, Jess?

- Yeah.
- Do I have to kill her

- to make you understand?
- Charlie,

put the gun down, okay?

Robin has nothing to do with this.

She won't understand!

She doesn't even like me!

Robin, that is not true. I love you.

Charlie, please.

But you don't like me.

That's true, isn't it?

No! You just put yourself

in situations that make me worry.

Situations like what?

Hello?

I got visual.

Kasie, Knight and the sister

- and our guy with a gun.
- Casualties?

None that I can see,
but if you get him to the door,

I might be able to slip in.

All right. Copy that. Stand by.

Jimmy, stand back.

NCIS!

Don't come in, he's got a gun.

- But we're okay.
- Stay the hell out!

No good. He's not moving.

I'm sorry, can we get back to

how I always put myself
in these situations?

This is an anomaly.

- It's a one-off.
- I can think of others.

You always think I'm this big screwup,

and I'm trying my hardest,

and you don't even listen to me!

Shut the hell up!

My God! You two...

Joe and I never argued like this.

Never.

Which is why you're so angry.

I'm angry

because I should've been on that bridge.

But you weren't!

What about the time you spent
off of the bridge?

What are you talking about?

It sounds like you two
were almost never apart,

but you still couldn't save Joe
any more than she could.

You're not mad at her.

You're mad at yourself.

I could have saved him.

If you could have, you would have.

Charlie, no, no, no. No, no.

Yo, he's putting the gun on himself.

Copy that. Stand by.

Charlie, listen to me.

That time you spent
off the bridge with Joe,

it wasn't for nothing.

It was if I couldn't save him.

Joe said that he was happiest
when he was with you.

That he fought his demons

just so he could spend
a little more time with you.

He did fight for the good.

Fight like Joe.

There is no more good.

Then fight like us.

Robin taught me that
you don't just fight

with the ones that you love.

You fight for them.

Joe would want you to fight to live.

He's down! He's down.

He's down, we got him.

We got him.

We got him, we got him.

He's down.

_

_

I'm sorry, too. I'm sorry, too.

Look at us.

How old is this picture?

That was the last Thanksgiving

before Mom and Dad got a divorce.

Same year you gave me this watch.

I cannot believe that watch held up.

I didn't even think you liked it.

Anyway, I better get out of your hair.

You know what I don't like?

I don't like that you have
a brand-new career

every eight months,

or that you have more fiancés
than The Bachelorette.

But what I love...

...is how generous you are,

and how you make everybody
feel like family.

And that you make
me laugh even when I don't want to.

And that you call me on my birthday.

So, even if I don't...

always like you, Robin,
I always love you.

Okay, we've got him locked up
in holding safely,

until Psych Services
can get here in morning.

Hey, you know what, Robin,
this type of thing...

happens more than you think.

You work with really nice people.

Don't I, though?

Nice people who are late for dinner,

or, uh, maybe just leftovers by now?

No, Vance and Delilah are waiting for us

to carve the turkey.

- So let's get over there.
- All right.

Ladies.

Hey, good news,
I just got off the phone with Nick.

According to him, uh,
my in-laws would now like

everyone to come to dinner.

Even more nice people.

No... no.

Mac-and-Cheezus and I
are gonna curl up on the sofa

with some ibuprofen.

How about it, Jess?

It might be the perfect time
to finally meet them.

Rain check?

I think I'd like to have a really nice,

quiet, peaceful dinner for two
at my place.

With my sister.

I still have some turkey subs left.

Oh, no, I was thinking tacos,
like, lots of tacos.

- Oh, I know a great place.
- Oh, I know a place.

No, you have to try this place
in Georgetown. It's amazing.

- Georgetown?
- Yes.

You have to try my favorite
place in Old Town.

- So good.
- Excuse me.

Order both.

Happy Thanksgiving. Yes.

Happy Thanksgiving. Night, bestie.

Come on, other bestie.

My taco place is better, though.