All language subtitles for NCIS - S13E17 - After Hours.en

Falls Church 911,
what's your emergency?

TEEN CALLER: I need help.
I'm in trouble.

Tell me what's going on.

Someone's breaking
into my house!

I need the cops here fast!

All right, where are you?

I'm locked in the bathroom.

I don't think
they know I'm home.

Can you verify your address?

1450 Bradford Court.

Wait, I think they heard me.

They're coming!
They're outside the door!

All right, police are
on their way-- stay with me.

Do not hang up.
I won't.

Please hurry.

Oh, no.

What's going on?

MAN (gruffly):
Eric!

Eric, you and Adam open
this bathroom door right now.

You better not be sending 911
to your cousin's house again.

Your mother's
gonna tan your hide.

Listen up.

Prank calling 911
is a serious cri--

(hangs up)

Whatever happened
to "Ding Dong Ditch"?

Falls Church 911,
what's you emergency?

MAN:
I need help.

I'm in trouble.
(chuckles)

That's right-- conveying false
information

to emergency services,

with intent to alarm,

is punishable by law.

What?

WOMAN (crying):
This can't be happening.

I'm sorry, start again.

What's your emergency?

He's dead.
Who's dead?

He was gonna kill her.

Where are you?

I had no choice.

Sir, I need to know
where you are.

Sir, can you still hear me?

Please, just...

send someone quick.

♪
♪

McGEE:
Ooh, she's pretty.

Who is she?
Her name's Leah.

Met her last week.

It's the first triple-T I've
been with in about three years.

"Triple-T"--
Do I even want to know?

Tall, tasty, trust-funded.

She could buy and sell
us all ten times over.

Lovely.

You, maybe 20 times over.

Watch out!

I'm taking her to Fiola's
tonight at 7:00.

Oh, fancy!

How'd you get that reservation?

A buddy of mine
knows the chef.

I had to put down a hundred
bucks to secure the reservation,

non-refundable.

What are you-- crazy?
We're on government salaries.

Yeah, it is
a little crazy,

but I like to live on the edge.

So, what else does Leah do?

I... have no idea.
Hmm.

Where's she from?

She is from--
I have no idea.

Do you talk at all to the girls
that you're dating, ever?

Talking's overrated, McOprah.

Actually, Tony, I think that
communication is the key

to a solid
relationship.

I find it difficult to take
communication advice

from a guy who talks
to his girlfriend in binary.

(chuckles)
We speak English, too.

Mm.

I can imagine the pillow talk.

Mm-hmm.

Terrorism,

gun running,

hacking...

It's so hot, McGee.

Actually, we barely talk
about work at home at all.

Yep, it's a rule,
in fact.

We do a thing
called a "download dinner,"

and get the work talk
out of the way.

I'm sorry,
"download dinner"?

Do we want to know what that is?

We set a timer.

We talk about each other's
respective workdays.

Once the timer goes off,
we're done talking about work.

Are you an egg?

I just threw up in my mouth.

Too much information.

We got a body.
Grab your gear.

Do we all have to go? 'Cause
it's getting kind of late.

You got someplace
else to be, DiNozzo?

Nothing that can't be changed.

Not for a nominal fee, boss.

Hundred bucks.

Wasn't exactly nominal.

So much for living
on the edge, huh?

PETTY OFFICER: I was on
my way home.

And I saw a woman
being attacked.

The guy had a knife
to her throat,

so I pulled over.

I told him to step away.

He came at me
with his knife and...

Have you been in combat,
Petty Officer?

Just from the gunner's mount
of a destroyer.

But not like this.

WOMAN: I was...
driving down the road

when that guy rammed me

and forced me
to pull over.

(crying):
And he yanked me out of my car.

Just take a deep breath.

(inhales, exhales)

Um...

he dragged me over to his SUV

and he threw me inside.

And he put a knife to my neck.

(grunts)

Thank God that sailor
was driving by.

I... I'd be dead
if it wasn't for him.

You recognize the man
who attacked you?

No, I've, I've
never seen him before.

All right.

The victim say anything
to you before you shot him?

"Victim"?

He's not the victim here.

She is.

I am.

We have no reason
to doubt that, okay?

Hmm.

Boss?

Boss?

At first, I tried
to scare the guy away.

So I fired a warning shot,
but that just...

it just set him off.

So he-he let go of the girl
and then came at me

with the knife.

He didn't say anything?

No.

You say anything to him?

Yeah: Stop.

But he didn't,
so I aimed for center mass.

I fired three times.

Got him with the third shot.

Interesting choice
in sidearms.

Smith & Wesson World War II
Victory Revolver.

It belonged
to my grandfather.

He passed away in January.

Our condolences.

The weapon's not registered.

I have the paperwork.
I-I just haven't filed it yet.

To be honest, it-it's
still not easy to look at.

My grandfather
loved that gun.

But it worked well enough,

so I decided to keep it
in my glove box.

Why are you looking
at me like that?

Like what?

Like I've done something wrong.

I told you that guy
was gonna kill that woman.

And then me.

What the hell
was I supposed to do?

Maybe exactly what you did.

But the Commonwealth
turned this over to us,

so we need to collect
all the data we can

before we draw any
conclusions, okay?

Sir, I've worked hard
for the Navy

and my future in it.

I just want you to know that.

Hey, Abby.

Hey, McGee, where are
my crime scene vehicles?

Well, uh, Tony is
still working on getting

a tow truck over
to Lone Pine Road.

And Gibbs wanted me
to check in with you

about the antique
from the crime scene.

This is a 1942

Smith & Wesson Model 10
Victory Revolver.

It's got all original parts,

which is why it's
dirty as a dog.

Any prints?

Yep.

Petty Officer Muldoon's,
as expected.

Anyone else's?

Nope.

Well, that's a yawn.
Totally.

You run a GSR test
on Muldoon's clothing?

Yep, double yawn.

Shows that

he fired the weapon.

And I've got the dead guy's
prints on the knife.

And Muldoon's story
matches the girl's.

It's pretty straightforward.

Until the other shoe drops.

"Other shoe"?

There's always another shoe

and it always drops.

I don't know, Abby.

I-I think we may be
shoeless on this one.

That's so cute.

TONY:
No, hello?

It's not a joke, ma'am.

I'm not sure I was clear.

You ex-husband is...

Our victim's got
three ex-wives.

And not one of them wants to
come down and I.D. the body.

And the one I spoke with

asked where to send
the thank-you note.

I have no idea
how to relate to that.

Let's go.

Our victim.

Our dead guy
is Mitchell Grafton, 39.

No family,
lives alone.

Cited dozens of times

for drunk
and disorderly conduct.

Three arrests
for drug trafficking,

two for battery

and one for sexual assault.

All in all, a lovely guy.

Shooter.

Petty Officer Second Class
James Muldoon.

Spotless record.

Except for all these awards.
That's a lot of ribbons.

Nearly every expert marksman
certification there is.

On top of that, when Muldoon
wasn't off being a super sailor,

he volunteered for

"Stand Tall for Teens,"
a nonprofit that works

with at-risk kids.

It's basically,
this guy is, like,

just super awesome.

So we've got a known
sex offender

being taken out by
a decorated hero.

Doesn't get much
simpler than that.

Boss, you want us
to go to the base,

talk to his C.O., or...?

We could

try Muldoon's shipmates.

TONY: Or we could--
Go home.

Good night.

Uh, you mean before
or after we--?

Before I change my mind.

You, too, Bishop.

Go home.

We'll pick it up
in the morning.

Yeah, I've got some
paperwork to finish up.

(humming happily)

Mm-hmm.

Hmm.

(sings happily)

All right...

you're up, Frank.

There we go.

Tonight is the night.

(humming)

(whistling jauntily)

(glasses ring)

(clicks tongue)

(exhales)

I will serve no wine
before its time.

Uh-huh.

What do you think of that, Kate?

Oh.

Warm it up.

The heat is on.

Ooh!

Woof!

All right.

(imitating McConaughey):
All right, all right, all right.

(chuckles)

Yeah.

DELILAH: So, I cross-referenced
the names

in the chat room
with the no-fly list,

and got a match.

We arrested the suspect
before noon.

Nice.

Ah, nice timing, too.

Thank you.
All right, your turn.

Give me the download.

All right, well...

it was actually a pretty
normal day at the office.

Not much happened...

except a case came in
in the late afternoon.

There was a shooting
on Lone Pine Road.

Oh, that's
the middle of nowhere.

A petty officer
drove by a woman

who was being held
at knifepoint by a guy.

So he shot the guy,
saved the woman.

Huh.

So the shooter's a hero.

Looks that way.

That's a nice change.
Yeah.

You know, at least
until Abby's shoe drops.

Ah, there's always a shoe
which always drops.

You know what, I'll honest.

I don't think there are
any shoes on this one.

I think we're shoeless.

All right, well, then tell
me about the petty officer.

Um, well...

he said that he left work,

he stopped by a place called
Mick's Convenience Store,

got some groceries
and headed home.

(shushing)

Do you hear that?
Hear what?

The sound of your
first shoe dropping.

I'm not following.

And you know what?
I think I need a new analogy.

(laughs)

Okay, you said the attack
happened off Lone Pine Road.

Yeah.

Okay, my uncle used
to live in that area,

and he would take us
to Mick's all the time

when we were growing up,
for ice cream.

Okay.
Tim...

Mick's Convenience Store
is in Arnold's Corner.

And Arnold's Corner--

Is in the opposite direction
of Lone Pine Road.

Nowhere near the shooting.

(timer dings)

All right, work's done.

Time to eat.

Why would the petty officer
lie to us?

(sighs quietly)

(clattering)

(sighs)

(TV playing)

(turns off TV)

So, we could do
Hawaii this year,

but I've been there
so many times.

You know what
I was thinking?

Turks & Caicos.

Ever been?
No.

Well, would you like to go?

Tim?

Would you like to go?
Go where?

You're still thinking
about the case, aren't you?

No, no...
Tim, we've talked about this.

If we don't leave work at work,
then it's work 24-7.

And then there's nothing for us.

I know.

Okay, so then...

just push the case out
of your mind until it stays out.

Please?

And eat.

I did not spend
two hours making you dinner

for you to stare at it.

You're absolutely right.

I apologize.

Good boy.

Now, if you'll excuse me,

I need to use the ladies' room.

But when I get back,
I want to talk about

the most boring, normal things
in the world, deal?

Deal.

Okay.

Dinner was fantastic.
Thank you.

My pleasure.

You ready for dessert?

I could be talked into it.

The cat has enough food
for the night.

Oh!

I thought you had a dog.

No, um, I am a cat person.

Oh.

Meow.

I like cats.
Hmm.

Bobcats, alley cats,

wildcats...

stray cats.

(laughs)

(gasps)

Well...
How funny.

I thought you said
you had a dog.

Nope.

I'm a cat person.

Well, where is she?

Here, kitty, kitty.

Here, kitty, kitty, kitty,
kitty, kitty.

Unfortunately, Frank
died a few weeks ago.

Oh, you poor thing.

I am so sorry.

Do you want
to talk about it?

I could use a hug.

Oh...

Let me take your coat.

It's beautiful.

Thank you.

Nice place.

Thank you.

I never get to enjoy it.

I'm always working.

Oh, right, and you
are a Federal agent.

Something I have
never dated before.

Tell me.

Where do you keep your gun?

I keep it
in a secure place.

Until it's needed.

And, uh, how do you know...

when it's needed?

A man and his gun have a...

special relationship.

Sounds like you take
good care of it.

I have to.

A gun that isn't well-maintained

could cost someone their life.

Hmm... (chuckles)

What's wrong?

Why would a marksman

maintain his weapon so poorly?

What?

Never mind.

(both chuckle)

What are you doing?

Petty Officer Muldoon's car.

Something about it's
always bugged me.

Oh, yeah?
He parked all the way back here.

Pretty, pretty far back
from these two cars.

Huh.

I can see that.

All the way back
by the bread roll boulder.

And Muldoon said he saw
the attacker holding a woman

with a knife to her throat.

But she was supposedly
already in the car

when Muldoon pulled up.

So how would've been able
to see a detail like that

all the way back here,
when the attack was up here?

How could he see that attack?

How could you
not see the attack

that's about
to take place right here?

Download dinner is over.

And you destroyed
the real dinner!

Delilah, hold on, I just...

Well... Oh, yeah?

Oh, what you just...?

You were the one that said
the whole thing about

getting ice cream from Mick's
in the opposite direction.

Really! You're gonna,
you're gonna try

to blame me for this?
I'm the one who ruined dinner?

Danger, Tim Robinson.

I did not say
that dinner is ruined.

Dinner is not ruined.

Dinner's fine.

Dinner's not ruined
for anyone.

I can eat.
I can still eat this.

Oh, okay, fine.
(chuckles)

Eat it.

Okay.

(sighs)

Victoria was pretty adorable
today, Grandpa Ducky.

She was making, uh,
pig and duck noises.

(oinks)

Quack, quack, quack.

Adorable.

Yes, as you can imagine,
quack-quack noises

were very popular in my family
when I was growing up.

That's because you didn't
grow up on a farm.

We didn't have
to make animal noises.

They did it for us.

You're working late.

Well, not much happening
at my place these days.

Caught up on some work.

Thought I'd check in with
you guys before I headed out.

We, uh, verified
the cause of death.

Yeah, Mr. Grafton died
from a spinal injury...

due to a gunshot

to his abdomen.

Courtesy of this
.38-caliber slug

we played from his T7 vertebra.

Died within a matter of seconds.

So, yet again,
no surprises.

Ooh, I didn't say that.

Ooh, what?

(chuckles)
Well, this man was lying

on his left side

when we arrived
at the crime scene.

But postmortem lividity
indicates that he was

originally lying on his right.

So, somebody moved
Grafton's body?

After he was killed.

Witnesses never said
anything about that.

The other surprise we found
was the time of death.

Once we had accurate
outdoor temperature readings,

we were able to redefine

our time of death
to 2:15 p.m.

Petty Officer Muldoon didn't
call 911 until an hour later.

Which begs the question...

What happened in that hour?

You don't actually play, do you?

Well, yeah, a little.

You know, I don't like
to bother the neighbors.

Walls are thin.

Plus, as you can tell,

I'm kind of shy.
(chuckles)

You know,
"Strangers in the Night"

is one of my favorite songs.

You don't say.
What a coincidence.

You have to play for me.

Oh, I couldn't.

No.

Okay.
(chuckles)

Oh.

Fasten your seatbelt.

(playing glissando)

Just a little, is that right?

(laughs)

♪ Strangers in the night ♪

♪ Exchanging glances ♪

♪ Wandering in the night ♪

♪ What were the chances ♪

♪ We'd be sharing love ♪

♪ Before the night was ♪

♪ Through? ♪

You are very, very good at that.

(chuckles)
Are you as good

with that gun of yours?

♪ I never miss a shot ♪

♪ Even at high noon ♪

♪ How on earth did Petty... ♪

♪ Officer Muldoon? ♪

♪ It took him three shots ♪

♪ To nail that ♪

♪ Guy... ♪

I don't think those
are the words.

He's an expert marksman.

Maybe we should skip the song.

Sounds great.

So, um, what
did you have in mind

for an encore?

How do you feel
about mystery novels?

You mean, like books?

Yeah, books.

Uh... (mutters)

who doesn't love a good story?

Good.

'Cause I got one
I want to run by you.

You're gonna love it.

Why aren't you at home?

I want to talk
about the case.

Told you we'd
pick it up tomorrow.

Says the man staring
at crime scene photos.

I spoke to Ducky and Jimmy
before I left,

and they think that--
The body was moved?

Oh, they called already?

Nope.

Then, how did you...?

There's blood spatter
on the handle and on the sheath,

but there's none on the blade.

The knife must've been
in the sheath then.

If Grafton was holding it out,
the blade would be bloody, too.

Crime scene was staged.

Ducky said that Muldoon
waited over an hour

to call 911 after
the shooting.

(wry laugh)

If we're gonna work,

you got any food around here?

I have three TV dinners.

No, I need some food with
a little bit more food in it.

Then let's go get something.

Lights out.

Really?

You're just gonna let me
pretend like I'm sleeping?

Lights on.

Look, Delilah...

I'm really sorry, okay?

Truly, I'm, I know I've been
acting weird tonight, but...

...there's something
about this case.

Sounds like every other case to me.
(sighs)

It's not, though.
It's different.

My gut is telling me...

that the good guys are alive
and the bad guy's dead.

And all the evidence points
that way.

(sighs) But-but things...
aren't adding up.

And so I'm questioning,
is my gut wrong?

Do I question that?

Because, you know...
it's a terrible thing to...

in my line of work--
you know, people die that way.

Your gut's telling you
something's not adding up.

But, Tim, we have
to put it all behind us

when we get home.
I don't...

I don't work to be the basis
of our relationship.

(sighs)

Look what happened
to Bishop. I...

What happens one day
if we are allowed

to talk about work
with each other?

(phone chimes)

Jimmy.

Says the body was moved.

You know what, I can deal
with this tomorrow.

Mm. Lights off.

Lights on.

Who would've moved the body?

What?
I mean,

that's a big deal, right?

Are you testing me?

No, I'm serious.

Okay.

Yes, it is a big deal
that they moved the body.

That means the
witnesses lied to us.

So maybe they were
hiding something.

That's usually what it means.

And maybe the good guy
isn't still alive after all.

WAITRESS:
Hey, Gibbs.

The usual?
Yeah, that'd be great. Thanks.

Hi.
Hi.

I'll take a bowl of chili
with onions and cheese

and...

the turkey Reuben,
Russian dressing...

an order of fries and...

(muttering)
let's see...

uh, pancakes, please.

She hasn't eaten in a week.

(waitress and Gibbs chuckle)

So, how's your new place?

It's good.

Yeah. Day two
is going great.

I got a sofa.

And I am actually starting
to enjoy the quiet.

And I'm gonna keep telling
myself that until it's true.

So...

Grafton's body was moved.

Which means our witnesses
didn't tell us the truth.

Amy Harrison--
what do we know about her?

McGee was running
her background,

but I can access
her file from here.

Okay. She works in
medical billing.

Nothing unusual in her bank
statements, no arrests...

Huh. Wait.

Not true.

Harrison actually spent
eight months

in a juvenile detention
center in 2005.

For what?

Records are sealed.

They're sealed?
By who, the courts?

It doesn't say.

We need to get back
to that crime scene,

expand the search radius.

If they moved
the body...

Who knows what else they moved.

TONY: The thing is, the gun
Petty Officer Muldoon had

in his glove compartment
was a rare antique,

and that's weird, right?

Very, very weird.
(chortles) Thank you!

Because an expert
marksman like that

would have kept a family heirloom
locked away in a case.

At the very least,
well-oiled and maintained.

Which was my hope
for the evening.

Any chance for a refill,
Inspector Clouseau?

Ah. Sure.

(chuckles)
And speaking of marksmen,

there's no way
Petty Officer Muldoon

would've taken three shots
to drop that guy.

He would've nailed him
on the first shot. He's a pro.

Yeah, well, pros do miss
on the first shot.

(clicks tongue)
You sure as hell did.

Listen, Tony...

you're clearly
somewhere else,

and I am starting to think
that I should be, too.

Oh, no. I'm-I'm so sorry.
(clears throat)

Um, please,
give me a second chance.

Here's my e-mail.

Oh.

Okay.

When can I see you again?

Never. I just really want
to know how this case

you've been talking about
for the last hour turns out.

Tow trucks still
aren't here.

We used a 50-foot
radius last time.

Make it 250--
we missed something.

What are we looking for?
Whatever we missed.

MAN:
Special Agent Gibbs.

Back again.
Yeah.

Thought we'd have a second look.
Suit yourself.

Your friends
are over there.

Our friends?

Boss? Bishop.

McGee? Delilah? What
are you guys doing here?

I imagine
the same thing you are.

McGEE:
Guess, uh, Tony was

the only one that was able
to keep this out of his head.

I thank you, good sir.

See, this is why we
shouldn't go home at night.

There's no point.
Where's your date?

Probably the same place your
download dinner went, McBite Me.

No comment.

Okay, what do we got?

Well, Muldoon's story
is Swiss cheese.

He lied to us
about where he came from.

I found out the convenience
store is on the opp...

Sorry.

Delilah informed me

that the convenience store
is in the opposite direction.

There's no way he could've
been the shooter.

Or that he was
even attacked.

Grafton wasn't even
holding his knife when he was killed.

Amy Harrison.

Boss?

It's the only name
we haven't talked about.

DiNozzo, Bishop,

canvass the tree line
behind these cars.

McGee, you tear her car apart.

I already did.

I got tired of
waiting in the tow truck,

so I UberPool'd over
with Delilah and McGee.

And you're gonna be
really happy that I did.

You find something?
Yeah.

Okay, so, this vehicle
has Internet

via an onboard
satellite connection.

It makes it, like,
a local Wi-Fi hot spot.

Amy Harrison used that...

to text...

Petty Officer Muldoon

this afternoon...

after Grafton was killed.

She lied to us.
She knew him.

Actually...

she's been texting him
for the last three months.

She knew him really well.

You mind telling me why
I've been dragged off my ship

in the middle of the night?
GIBBS: Oh, I can't wait.

TONY:
First off, um...

you care to revise the statement
you made to us yesterday?

And why would
I do that?

Because... it's BS.

TONY: Let's look at some
pictures, huh? Okay, so...

Oh, there's you.

And, then, look at all
these pretty ribbons.

There's your Pistol Marksmanship
Ribbon, and that one's

your Rifle Marksmanship Ribbon.

Lot of ribbons.
Good job.

I ranked second
in my division.

Yeah, I know.

But you said it took three shots
to take down Grafton,

and you were less than 20 feet away.
How does that work?

I'd never fired at
a live target before.

My hands were shaking, so...

GIBBS: You wait an hour

after Grafton was killed
before you called 911?

I didn't.
Hey, you want our help?

You level with us.

I am.
No, you're not.

You're lying to us.

You lied about where
you were coming from,

you lied about being
attacked with a knife,

and you lied about
knowing Amy Harrison.

She's got nothing
to do with this.

GIBBS: We got a dead guy
you say you didn't kill,

and she was
the only other person there.

I was on my way home.

I saw a girl being attacked.
I stopped to help.

The guy came at me with a knife.

I shot him.
That's what happened.

No. That's the story
you rehearsed

for an hour before
you called 911, right?

This is not my first time
doing this, man.

I'm done

talking about this.

I'm officially invoking
my Article 31 rights,

and hereby request
a lawyer be assigned to me.

TONY: Hmm.

All right.

What'd you get?

That's his story,
and he's stickin' to it.

What do we have?
McGEE: Well, nothing on the plasma.

BISHOP:
Yeah. We usually don't

set that out
till first thing in the morning.

And morning hasn't happened yet.

Improvise.

Like you did with that
dinner I slaved over.

I thought we settled
all of that.

I'll take that.

Okay.

We've got...

a dead guy...

on the road
with a rap sheet

a mile long.

We also have
a hero petty officer

claiming to be the shooter.

Motive.

No idea. But we know

the girl is involved.

Tony, I think you
may have gone a little overboard

with your stick figures'...

non-sticky parts.

Well, how else are you supposed
to know that it's female?

Unless she starts nagging me
about what a bad date I am.

Um, long hair?

Skirt.

(sighs)

Everybody's a critic.

GIBBS:
Abbs.

On my way down.

All right,
we focus on her.

Her juvie record's sealed.

McGee, unseal it.

Hack the Department
of Corrections?

That's a good look for you.

Abby...

I told you to go home.
Are you kidding me?

And miss an all-nighter?

I feel like I'm 13 years old
at Missy Trayman's house

when her dad passed out drunk
and we got to stay up till dawn.

Now that I think about it, Missy
had a pretty sad childhood.

Okay. You said
you had something.

I do.

Previously, on Abby's Lab...

Abby tells McGee
that Muldoon's prints

were on the murder weapon.
I know. I read the report.

Later, the entire team
returns to the crime scene

and finds new evidence,

including...

(taps keyboard) the spent slugs
from the shooting.

Is this going somewhere?

Yeah.

Muldoon's prints

might have been
on the gun, but...

Amy Harrison's DNA
was on the bullets.

I don't know
whose gun it is,

but she's the one
that loaded it.

This is crazy.

That guy assaulted me,
and I'm the one

being interrogated
in the middle of the night?

Because "that guy"

just happened to have
been a guard at the...

North Brook Detention Center.

Same time you
were there.

So?

You told us you'd
never seen him before.

(sighs) If I did,
I don't remember.

He brought you your meals
every day for eight months.

Grafton had a record
for drug trafficking.

You were serving time
for drug dealing.

Here you are, years
later, still buddies.

You two became
business partners?

BISHOP:
Then what happened?

Something go south with you two?

I'm not a drug dealer.
Just a murderer?

No!

GIBBS: We have your
DNA on the bullets.

The weapon is yours.

And when we find
gunshot residue on your clothes,

it'll prove you fired it.

(crying): No. I...
GIBBS: Yeah. You missed him

with the first
two shots.

You hit Grafton with the third.

But the petty officer knew
that we would test his clothes,

so he fired it a fourth time
to contaminate himself.

(whispers):
This can't be happening.

The only thing we
don't know is why

a decorated Navy sailor
is covering for you.

Are you gonna let him
take the fall?

Wait for it, wait for it...

I wasn't dealing drugs.

(crying):
I wasn't.

I got...

busted for a bag of pot
in my locker... (sniffles)

and I wouldn't rat out the guys
who were dealing it, so...

I ended up
taking the rap myself.

I served eight months,
I got out,

I had my records sealed,

and I never thought
about North Brook again.

Until yesterday.

I...

I stopped for gas
in Falls Church...

...and I saw him.

(exhales)

It was... it was like
getting punched in the stomach.

I...

I couldn't breathe.

And suddenly,
I was following him in my car

out of the parking lot,

(distorted clattering, gasping)
and these... these memories

just started flashing
through my mind.

(gasping, sobbing)
The fear...

the smells...

the pain.

I barely remember following him.

I don't remember hitting him
with my car at all.

I... I think it was an accident.

I don't know.

But I...

I do remember

the wave of...

rage and humiliation

and shame.

(sniffles)

And he... (wry chuckle)

he recognized me instantly.

He was at my door,

screaming...

and...

then I was outside the car,

and he came towards me,
and, uh...

I could hear
the gun going off...

(sighs deeply)
...and then he was dead.

And I just, I...
I was so scared.

I-I didn't know what to do.

And so...

I called Jim...

(vehicle approaching)
and...

it was my idea to move the cars
and change the crime scene.

Please... Jim...
Jim didn't want to do it.

He didn't want anything
to do with it,

but I-I begged him
to cover for me,

because I didn't think

that you would understand.

Lying to you...

was my idea.

It wasn't her idea;
it was mine.

Yeah, we know.
That son of a bitch raped her

for eight months straight
when she was a child,

and nobody did a
damn thing about it.

I wasn't gonna let her go to
jail just because some judge

didn't take that
into account.

She could have argued
self-defense.

Well, I thought my way
had better odds.

Does she know that
you're in love with her?

(sighs)

No.

I mean, I... I don't know.
I don't think so.

We only met a
few months ago.

We were both volunteering at
the same teen outreach program.

I know.

(sighs)

We talked a lot.

But just as friends.

She finally told me
about being raped.

She said I was the first
guy she felt safe with

since it happened.

So... how do you jump from that

to "Want to grab
a drink sometime?"

I'm the last guy you want
to take advice on women from.

So what now?

She had a case for self-defense.

She still does.

We're not pursuing
obstruction.

Against either of you.

(sighs)

Assuming...

that you are telling
the truth this time.

Thank you.

McGEE: Ah, I can't wait
to take a shower.

Oh, I just want
to crawl into bed.

DELILAH: I'm actually looking
forward to going home now.

Good morning,
people at NCIS.

Boss, we can
go home now?

Told you to go home
13 hours ago.

Gibbs.
TONY: Go, go, go. This could be bad.

Come on. Where?
Quick, the door!

How many?

Hold on.