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(birds chirping,
frogs croaking)

(glass breaks in distance)

(wildlife sounds stop)

(alarm wailing)

Norton, what is it?

Just stay here.

Hey! Stop!

(grunts)
Hurry up!

(alarm stops)

Got you.

♪ NCIS 16x09 ♪
Tailing Angie
Original Air Date on December 4, 2018

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@elder_man

♪
♪

(indistinct announcements
on P.A.)

What are you doing?

Do you know it's impossible
to lick your own elbow?

(laughs)

Know the first novel
ever written

on a typewriter
was Tom Sawyer.

How about the first couple
to be shown in bed together

on prime time TV?

It's Fred and Wilma Flintstone.

Where are you getting this?

Oh, right here.
List of "Did You Knows?"

Waiting gets boring, so...

sometimes I like
to bring something to read.

GIBBS:
Yeah. Well, maybe

we don't need
to wait any longer.

Eh, not her.

You know,
I'll never get it.

I mean, she would've done
a lot less time

if she just gave up
her accomplice.

Yeah, but she didn't.

And he got away with hundreds

of thousands of dollars.

Which, I know, still bugs you.

And rightly so.

I get it,
it's more than that.

Uh, bingo.

Angie, Angie, Angie...

let's see where you are going.

McGEE:
I can't see the driver.

No license plate.

Yeah, how convenient.

Think that's the accomplice?

(chuckles)
That'd be too easy.

Thanks.

Boss, stakeout time.

It's Italian. Cashmere.

I never wore cashmere before.

Want to feel it?

W-W-Wait.
Your hands are clean, right?

Ooh, nice, Nick.

Feels sort of like
my cat, Moofie.

Ooh. McGee.
He needs photo recognition.

And the hunt begins.

Hey, uh, Ellie.

You were here
three years ago.

Why is Gibbs so into this case?

Loose ends
and unanswered questions--

Gibbs doesn't like 'em.

Hmm.

Hey, uh, it's time to
relieve Gibbs and McGee,

cashmere boy.

(indistinct conversation)

I appreciate you confiding
in me, Director.

And I hope following that girl
leads to finding her accomplice.

But I must share,
I have concerns.

Oh?

The break-in was
traumatic for my wife.

She's had trouble sleeping
ever since,

and I don't want
the investigation

to stir up any bad
memories for her.

Mm. Well, I certainly can
understand that, Admiral.

I'll keep you in the loop

and I'll be sure to keep her
out of it.

Appreciate that.

This way.

(motor revving)

(Torres speaking Spanish)

Got it.

If she tries to slip out
the back, we'll see her.

(Torres and Bishop
speaking Spanish)

(knocking)

(speaking Spanish)

- Torres, there a problem?
- Damn right there is.

The car the motor pool gave us
reeks like a sewer.

Smells like a dude,
uh, blew chunks,

or even worse,
in the back seat.

It's not very pleasant.

Ooh! Ooh,
your sweater stinks, man.

(chuckles)

- No.
- Yeah.

(grumbles)

Come on, McGee.
Let's get out of here.

Bishop, laptop's got
the rear entrance covered.

Got it.

Spent half my paycheck
on this one.

(door opens)
Hey, Bishop.

- Good news.
- Mm.

I found a convenience store
down the block.

Fabric freshener.

Ah, good for you.

- Hey. She's leaving.
TORRES: Hmm.

(indistinct)

Thanks.

TORRES: Hold up, hold up--
who's that guy?

Well, I know why we're tailing
Angie, but why is he?

(indistinct conversations)

TORRES:
You got this?

BISHOP:
Yeah.

GIBBS:
That's what got her convicted.

Pretty damning.

Victims of
the theft:

- Admiral Norton Padgett and his wife.
SLOANE: Hmm.

Nice house. Nice wheels.

VANCE: Mm-hmm. Their lifestyle
was not because of

his admiral's pay.

Oh, no. They earned that the
old-fashioned way: inheritance.

From his wife's side.
And, trust me,

the robbery didn't
change their lives one bit.

Wait, do I sense that you two

aren't totally sympathetic
with the Padgetts?

Well, let's just say
that Admiral Padgett

tried to throw his weight around
during the investigation.

Well, having read the file,

I'm intrigued with Angie Gray.

Why didn't she take the deal
the prosecutor offered her

and why wouldn't she name
her accomplice?

I don't know. You tell us.
I'm gonna try.

She would've got a lot less
jail time.

You know, the writer in me is a
romantic, so I always theorized

that the accomplice was
Angie Gray's boyfriend,

who she believed would wait
for her with the money.

SLOANE: File indicates
that Angie Gray

was a troubled teen
with a juvie record

for a break-in robbery
with an old boyfriend.

San Diego, as I recall.

My old port.

GIBBS:
Yeah.

Maybe you could "accidentally"

bump into her
and do your profile thing.

Sounds so easy
when you say it.

I'll see what I can do.

All right.
I got to get to the airport.

I will be back in a couple days.

Please have some
good news for me.

Gibbs, let's finally
put this one to rest.

Right.

JIMMY:
You don't know Huey?

Uh, no. I've never been
to the motor pool.

Huh. Well, it doesn't matter.
Huey's the dispatcher.

He's the one that issues
cars to all the agents.

Now, it seems that he
gave Bishop and Torres

a car that was just foul.
- Hmm.

Like, the smell was so bad

it permeated Nick's
brand-new cashmere sweater.

Wait, where'd you
hear this from?

I bumped into Huey.

He told me Nick called
him, berated him.

Oh. Sounds like the Seinfeld
"Smelly Car" episode.

Exactly. The odor
just penetrated everything

it came in contact with.

Oh, poor Nick.
He loves that sweater.

Give me an update.

Oh, on the case,
not the sweater.

Mm. Aye, aye.

Meet Lanny Peete.

Three robbery convictions.
The first, as a juvenile,

didn't get her any time.
The second and third

sent her away for years.
Relevantly,

she was also
Angie Gray's cellmate

for two and a half years.

She was finally released
on parole five months ago.

Well, the two of them might be
after the missing money for themselves.

As for this guy, he turns out
to be Phillip Iverson,

a local P.I.

Yeah. I heard the name.
Questionable rep.

A private investigator.
What's up with that?

We're gonna find out.

(tablet chimes)

Oh, it's Ducky.

Dr. Mallard.

Good evening, Kasie.

I'm looking for Dr. Palmer.
Is he with you?

He certainly is.
Where are you?

I'm on my way to the airport.

I'm flying
from Reagan to Chicago,

where I get a flight
to Rapid City tomorrow.

It's the nearest airport
to Mount Rushmore.

We're so excited for you.

For a history buff like you,
it should be something special.

Well, I-I just called
to say goodbye.

But I-I'm curious
about one thing.

I read in the newspaper
that the Gray woman

was released this morning
from prison.

Remembering how Gibbs felt
about that case,

I suspect he's back on it again?

You would suspect correctly.

Have a wonderful
trip, Dr. Mallard.

Uh, thank you.

- Thanks.
- You got it.

(line ringing)

BISHOP: Hello?
- Hey.

Angie just bought
a prepaid cell.

Okay. Thanks.

Wonder who she's gonna call.

(beep)

It's Angie Gray.

Call me back on this number.

We need to talk.

Shoot.

Hey, uh, ex-excuse me.
I'm so sorry to bother you.

This is a little
awkward, but

could I borrow
your phone, please?

My battery died, and I
need to reach someone.

You'll totally
be saving my life.

I won't be long, I promise.

Mm.

Aw, thank you so much.

Hello?

SLOANE:
Hey there. Hi. I'm so sorry,

but I need to, uh...
I need to cancel lunch.

I had an emergency.
I, uh... I'm at... I'm at

the, uh... airport

headed to San Diego.

Jack, what's going on?

Yeah. I'm sorry again.

I'll call you
back tonight. Okay.

- Sloane made contact.
- Good.

Thank you. I really
appreciate it.

I, uh, save your life?

I... Just a little lie
to get out of a date

I should have never made.

Oh. You said San Diego?

Yeah.

I'm from San Diego.
Well, La Mesa, actually.

- Oh, yeah?
- Yeah.

I-I know the area well. I, uh,

spent a lot of time
at Camp Pendleton.

You don't look
like the military type.

Navy or Marines?

Army, actually.
It's a long story.

I'm sure you don't want
to hear it, but I really

loved my time there,
especially the beaches.

Sunset Cliffs?

Are you kidding?
My favorite.

I'd surf there whenever
I had the chance.

I wish I was there
right now, actually.

(laughs)
It's a lot warmer.

Mm.

And he is back.

What's he doing?

I got a good idea.

Right here.
Watch this.

Wait for it.

Wait for it.

- Boom.
- Okay,

what do we do?

We don't want
to blow our cover.

Bishop, what if he's
here to kill her?

I-I say we wait
until she comes back.

And then what?

And then, if he's still
in there, then, you know...

She is back.

♪ ♪

Hey.
Hey. Hey.

Uh, Iverson, the P.I.,
snuck around back.

He's waiting inside for her.

(sighs)
We got to go inside.

Go. I'll call Gibbs.

(door opens)

What happened?

I don't know.

Maybe she killed him.

Ah. Or maybe we
got it wrong.

She went to get ice?

Maybe he's not
even in there.

(door opens)

What did or didn't happen
in there?

(door closes)

Well, at least we didn't
blow our cover.

(door opens)

Ms. Peete,
appreciate your coming in.

I'm Special Agent McGee.
We talked on the phone.

Yeah, and you weren't very clear
what this is all about.

Angie Gray.

Please have a seat.

You, uh... you
were her cellmate

for over two years.

We're hoping you can
give us some help.

- Help you how?
- Well, give us some insight.

See, it's unusual for someone

to turn down a plea bargain
like Angie did.

You'll never get any argument
from me on that.

Hmm. So what'd she say?

About the robbery.
You must have talked.

Yeah, we talked.

And?

Why don't you ask Angie
your questions?

Well, the truth is,
we're concerned.

We're afraid she might go back

to hanging
with the wrong people.

You got that right.

Angie's got bad instincts,
you know what I mean?

Not exactly.

Let's just say
I had to protect her.

From who?

People who'd
take advantage of her.

Like the guy
she was with on the robbery?

That lowlife used Angie.

He knew she would
do anything for him,

and that bastard
let her take the rap.

Could never understand
why she didn't give him up.

Angie has a way
of picking the wrong guys.

Really?

J.T. wasn't the first boyfriend
to get her in trouble.

J.T.?

- You hear a last name?
- Nope.

For what it's worth,
she didn't know him very long.

What does she think
happened to him?

Look...

there's really no more
I can tell you.

You sure?

All right.
Appreciate it, Lanny.

Oh, uh, one more thing.

Now that she's on parole,
you gonna go see Angie?

I picked her up
yesterday morning.

ANGIE:
You have me

on the security camera.

I drove the car away.
I can't deny it.

GIBBS:
You can spend a lot less time--

maybe no time at all--
in jail,

if you tell us who
you were with, Angie.

Want to help you,
but you have to help us.

I guarantee,
not gonna get away.

We're gonna find out
who your accomplice is.

You got your whole
life ahead of you.

Don't make it
harder on yourself.

Think about it, okay?

(keys clack)

McGEE:
Hey, no guy is worth it.

You think he's gonna
wait for you, cut you in?

It's hard to believe.
It's more likely...

Shut up.

Look, I'm just telling
you the truth here, okay?

(knocking)

(clears throat)
Come in.

- Hey.
- Hey.

So, remember when you called me

from Angie Gray's cell phone?
- Mm-hmm.

I got the number,
and I was able

to trace the prior call she made
from the bus bench.

- And?
- And it belonged

to a Lew-- L-E-W Nolte--

who-- get this--
was a suspect in the case

three years ago.

- Wow.
- Oh, yeah.

He was Admiral Padgett's
personal assistant.

He did, like, odds and
ends around the estate.

And we always thought

that he was an inside man
in the robbery,

but we could never prove it.

And Angie Gray gets out of jail,

and the first call
she makes is to him.

Mm-hmm. I am going to anticipate
Gibbs and bring him in.

Hey, Ellie,

what's with Gibbs
and this case, anyway?

The way he handled her
in interrogation--

I've never seen him so soft.

Yeah. Uh,

Gibbs was friends
with her father.

He, uh, was killed
in Afghanistan.

Uh, yeah, by an I.E.D.
I read that.

Yeah. Gibbs tried to help her,
but... she wouldn't listen.

Hey, Tim?

I think that fabric freshener

killed my sweater.

(sniffs)

It still stinks.

It's all lumpy.

Well, did you read
the warnings on the label?

Yeah.

Sort of.
(scoffs)

Huey's gonna pay for this.

She's leaving.

Hey.

Whoa. Whoa,
whoa, whoa...

NCIS?

Turn it off.

- What do you want?
- Answers.

I-I'm on a job, man.
I'm working.

Oh, yeah. That's one
of the questions

I was gonna ask you.
For who?

Again, what do you want?

Again... who you working for?

None of your business.

Okay.

Look...

Iverson?

I don't much like P.I.s,

especially ones
with shady reputations.

(chuckles)

Yeah, well, um,

screw you.

Okay.

Who hired you
to tail Angie Gray?

(sighs)
A client.

Paid me to follow her

and report back
who she met with.

Didn't tell me why.

And, as you know,
I don't have to reveal his name.

'Kay?

Yeah. Okay. For now.

She got away.

I thought NCIS
would be out of my life.

They are.

I told you. It was
all about J.T.

They're obviously
still looking for him.

Damn. This place
looks worse than you described.

J.T. said his grandfather
built it himself.

After he got back
from the war.

What war?

He brought me here
one weekend.

It's locked.

Yeah. Can't see a thing.

Yeah. Doesn't look like
anybody's been here

in a long time.
- Yeah.

So what do you want to do?

Break in.

I figured you'd say that.

All we need is to get caught.

Hey, give me that.

Whoa, whoa,
whoa, careful.

Don't cut yourself.

Man, this place smells terrible.

Who knows when he was here last.

I'm just hoping
we'll find something

that'll tell us
where he is.

Like what?

I don't know.

Let's get out of sight.

Could've saved the B and E.

There's a back door,
and it wasn't locked.

Hey, Tim,
you ever want a cabin?

Not really.

Yeah, me neither.
I'm a city guy.

I never got people
who said, uh,

"Oh, I want to get away
from it all."

Yeah, it's like Gibbs.

Says he enjoys the
peace and quiet.

(chuckles)

(Angie screams)

Let's go.

- Is it him?
- Um,

I can't tell.
- All right,

come on, Angie, come here. I
don't want you looking at that.

It's J.T.'s cabin.

You said he let other people
stay here, right?

(sighs)
What do we do?

Why the scream, Lanny?

TORRES:
NCIS.

Something smells bad.

They not only questioned
you-- they followed you.

Actually, Angie,
we've been following you.

Ever since you left
prison yesterday.

TORRES:
Hey, McGee.

We have a body.

I'll call it in.

J.T.?

I don't know.

Come here. Come here.

It's gonna be all right.

- Gonna be all right.
- Okay.

Hey, it's Torres.

I'm reporting
a crime scene.

MAN:
Hey, Gibbs, you in there?

It's late.

I got better places to be, man.

Lew Nolte.

Thanks for keeping me waiting.

I see nothing's
changed here.

Same drab walls.
(chuckles)

At least you could've
painted the place.

Sit down, Lew.

This is a waste of time.

Yours and mine.

(sniffs)

You missing work or something?

What have you done...

since the admiral canned you?

What do you want from me, Gibbs?

The truth about that night.

Mm.

I suspected that you were
the inside man three years ago.

I suspect it even more now.

Why'd Angie Gray
call you this morning?

What?

We got her phone records.

She called you.

9:34 this morning.

She left a message.

I didn't get it.

Listen, I've had enough
of NCIS in my face.

I had nothing to do
with that robbery.

You're the one
that made me into a suspect,

and that's why I lost my job
with Admiral Padgett.

And you know what? I've never
gotten a job as good ever since.

I'm not feeling sorry for you.

You got any other questions,
Gibbs?

Oh, yeah.

How did Angie Gray's accomplice

know that there was
big money in that safe

and that the maid and the cook

were gonna be off that night?

That again?

(chuckles)

I have no idea.

What about that?

I don't know.

Who is it?

Really?

You got no idea...

Lew?

No idea...

Gibbs.

The mattress in the hotel

was spongy and soft,

so I took the blankets
and the pillow

and threw them on the floor.

Slept like a rock.

But then, when I got

to the airport this morning,

I learned that my flight

to Rapid City had been canceled
because of a snowstorm.

Oh, that's awful.

Well, there's
another flight tomorrow.

So, what are you gonna do now?

I have no choice.

It's back to the floor
for the night.

What do you got?

Oh, hey, Duck.

Ah, Jethro.
How's the trip?

There's been a flag
on the play.

Well, not so much flags

but the snow on the ground.

I meticulously planned

this trip with a private guide,
a fascinating man.

- He was telling me that his grandfather
- Sorry, Duck.

was one of the men who climbed
up the rock...

Got our own problems here.

(phone clatters)

You know how to end
a FaceTime call.

What's a FaceTime?

Right.

You get an ID?

Yeah. Fortunately, uh,

fingerprints are one of the
last body parts to decompose.

So, meet John Storvelle.

C.O.D.?

Five stab wounds.

Four-inch skinner blade.

He bled out.

And these deep cuts (phone rings)
on his hands suggest

that Storvelle fought back,

trying to ward off
his attacker.

Hey, Kasie. Yeah.

I'm on my way down.

Okay. I'm looking at money.

Yep. A Netherlands Antillean
guilder, to be exact.

I picked the pocket
of our corpse.

Yeah. Where does
that mean he's been?

The southeastern
Caribbean.

It's the currency
of two island countries.

Curaçao and Saint Martin.

You narrowed it down.

Thank you for your confidence.
And yes.

Saint Martin. And I narrowed it
down a little more.

It's a receipt. A little
weathered, but I could decipher

it's from the bar
at a beach resort on the island.

- Interesting, huh?
- Yeah, very.

So, uh, I'm running samples
of blood spatter

that were found
at the crime scene.

Maybe there's more
than just the vic's.

Ooh. "Vic." Um,

I had a prof at John Jay
who hated

that diminutive for "victim."

Does it bother
you, Gibbs?

No. Thank you.

Hey, you look
like you got something.

I do. Uh, when Jimmy gave me
the name John Storvelle,

I checked him out,
and he had a prior arrest.

- Robbery?
- In West Virginia.

His full name is
John Thomas Storvelle.

And McGee said that the cellmate

referred to Angie Gray's
boyfriend as J.T.

Get everything
you can on him, pronto.

- Mm-hmm.
- You know, Grammy Hines would say

he doesn't let the grass
grow under his feet.

(chuckles)
Something like that.

(knocking)
Come in.

- Hey, Tim.
- Hey.

Uh, thanks, Tim.
I'll take it from here.

Um...

Hiya, Angie.

I know I have
some 'splainin' to do.

Yeah. I'd say.

Yesterday on the street.

You were messing with me.

Yeah, I made a point
of meeting you.

Why?

Have a seat.

Please.

Why?

Um...

I wanted to talk to you
before I judged you.

It's my job, Angie.
I'm an agent,

and NCIS is still
investigating the robbery.

I served my time.

I'm on parole.

I thought all of this
was behind me. Isn't it?

(computer chimes)

Excuse me.

(clears throat)

We know that
you're looking for J.T.

And I understand that.

You have
strong feelings for him.

So much so that you turned down

the prosecutor's deal
to protect him.

Not a lot of people
would do that.

I really do get it.

No one else does.

Not even Lanny.

Your cellmate.

She thinks I'm crazy.

Listen, Angie,

we're concerned.

NCIS wasn't the only one
following you.

So was a private
investigator.

He broke into
your hotel room yesterday.

- What?
- He was

in your hotel room
when you got back from our talk.

No.

We saw him, Angie.

(sighs)
I don't know what's going on.

I just want to find J.T.

Oh, my God.

He's dead.

I'm sorry.

John Storvelle...

was your boyfriend
and your accomplice.

I never knew his last name.

Angie, why did you

call Lew Nolte yesterday?

Because...

I was desperate to find J.T.

I didn't know Nolte.
I just remembered that NCIS...

thought he might be
involved, and...

I thought if he was,

he might know where to find him.

Hey.

I'm really sorry.

BISHOP: I followed Kasie's
Saint Martin lead,

and the receipt
in J.T.'s pocket was from this bar.

McGEE:
The boyfriend ran off

with the money
to a tropical island.

He had no intention
of sharing it with Angie.

He rented a cottage
on the white-sand beach,

and he partied pretty hard.

Till the money ran out.

I talked to Doggie,

the bartender at his hang,
and he said

everyone loved J.T. until he
stopped picking up the tab.

So then he started
taking odd jobs--

beachboy, cabdriver,
even busboy--

and then he gave up.

Did the Doggie say when
he left the island?

The Doggie guessed
about three months ago.

J.T. didn't say goodbye
to anyone.

Plus, I ran his passport.

He took a flight from Princess
Juliana International Airport

to Dulles on August 17.

Hmm.

That's about four months ago.

Well, now that we know
who Angie's accomplice is,

let's do what we couldn't
do three years ago--

look for a connection
between J.T.

and our original suspect,
the admiral's assistant.

Let's.

VANCE:
You found the accomplice

and he's dead?

Stabbed to death.

Well, I was hoping
to come back to good news.

You got anything?

Maybe.

What does that mean?

Angie Gray was being tailed
by a private investigator.

Phil Iverson.

Phil Iverson. Who hired him?

And why?

McGee's got a trace

on his cell's GPS.

We'll get it.

Gibbs.

Look...

I know you've, uh,

always had a special interest
in this one, but, uh...

you tried to help
this girl three years ago,

and she wouldn't listen.

Don't expect any help
from her now.

Angie's dad was a good guy.

She was a kid
when he was killed.

She took it hard.

I got to do what I can for her.

WOMAN'S VOICE:
Turn left.

You have arrived
at your destination.

How the hell
is the admiral involved?

All right, I'll see you
when you get back.

That was Nick.

They tailed Iverson
to Admiral Padgett's house.

You're kidding.

No.

And I wonder if they're
colluding in some kind of

Murder on the Orient Express.

Huh?

You never heard of it?

Uh, yeah,
it's a movie.

Well, it was a book first.

Classic Agatha Christie
murder mystery.

It's about a body
in a train compartment.

Right? There's a slew
of suspects on board.

Turns out they were
all in on the murder,

but for different reasons.

Hmm. Sounds complicated.

Mm. Could be.

For all different reasons,

they each wanted J.T. dead.

Not likely you were just
in the neighborhood, Gibbs.

Working the
case, Admiral.

Following a suspect.

The private investigator
that just left.

I'm not sure where to start.

Well, let me help you.

You hired Phil Iverson
to tail Angie Gray,

hoping that she would lead
you to her accomplice.

That revenge?

I didn't care
what happened to that punk.

Yeah. I believe that.

Heard on the news
you found him yesterday.

Stabbed to death.

Three months ago.

- Hmm.
- Even if your P.I. did kill him,

which I doubt,

why is he still on the job?

You don't need the
money, Admiral.

No matter how much
was in your safe,

it wouldn't mean anything
to you and your wife.

It would be like me
losing 20 bucks.

What are you saying?

That there was something
else in that safe

that you and your
P.I. are looking for.

What?

(knocking)

Uh, excuse me.

Lanny?

Yeah.

NCIS Special Agent Sloane.

Yeah. Angie mentioned
talking to you.

She here?

- Not answering.
- Mm.

She said you were really
up front with her about J.T.

Said you understood
her better than I do.

(elevator dings)

That girl's in a bad place.

That's why I'm here.

After she left me,
I learned the truth:

J.T. ditched her,
took the money and ran.

That bastard.

- That's what I thought.
- Hey.

What are you doing here?

Listen, Angie, uh...

we need to talk.

BISHOP: It's crazy. Nolte's
got bank accounts

and investments all over the place.
McGEE: Despite the fact

that he hasn't had a steady
job since he was canned

by the admiral.
Everything I found

was funded since the
first of this year,

after we stopped tagging him.

He waited us out and
kept under the radar.

Low-rent apartment.
Ten-year-old wheels.

Unlike J.T., he's saving
his share of the stolen money.

All right, there's our
connection-- John Storvelle

and Lew Nolte were both billeted
at Norfolk five years ago.

Not in the same unit,
but they lived

in the same barrack, Stayton Hall.
- They knew each other.

You got to think.

And there is no such thing
as coincidences.

What rule was that?

(elevator dings)

Right this way.

(doorbell ringing)

What do you want?

You know who I am?

Yeah, sure. You were on the news
a lot, like, three years ago.

Why are you here?

Because I think NCIS was right.

I think you set up J.T.
to rob that house.

Yeah, well, they were wrong.

And so are you.
Now, get out of here.

It had to be you.

I've had three years
to think about it.

You worked at the
admiral's house.

You knew that the servants
were off that night.

You set...
I said get out of here!

(grunts)

You killed J.T., didn't you?

You bitch.

Am I right?

No, you're crazy.

Tell me what happened
at the cabin.

Why the hell do you give
a damn about that loser?

J.T. was a bad dude

who let you take
the rap for him.

Oh, you really
don't get it, do you?

When you got arrested,
he didn't give a damn.

All he cared about was
what was in the safe

and how much money
we were splitting.

No. He loved me.

Yeah, right.
J.T. was a player.

He played you--
and all the other young ladies.

You're lying.

No.

And let me tell you
something else.

He was stupid.

Aside from
all that money

that was in the safe, there were
some incriminating photos

of the old admiral.

Real porno stuff.

So vile, if it ever
got out in public,

it would ruin his marriage
and his Navy career.

But dumb J.T. didn't see
the value in them.

But I did.

You blackmailed the admiral.

I still am, sweetheart.

Now I know what happened
in the cabin.

J.T. went through
his share of the money,

and he came back
to get cut in on the blackmail.

Yeah, and I told him
to shove it.

And you killed him.

Yeah.

Put the bat down!

We recorded all of it, Lew.

- Thank you, Chris.
- Mm-hmm.

Hmm.

This is a tough decision.

What?

From accounting.
I got my choice.

A replacement sweater
or my money back.

- Money back.
- Money back.

SLOANE:
Thanks for your help, Angie.

I really appreciate your
encouragement, Agent Sloane.

Hey, if you ever get stuck,
making a choice or whatever,

you give me a call.

We'll talk, okay?

- Okay.
- Bye.

I should have listened
to you, Agent Gibbs.

I wasted three years of my life.

Clean slate, Angie.

Whole new life ahead.

Make your father proud.

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