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I saw a tunnel.

I saw people passing through.

People from my life.

They said he was doing better.

His CAT scans show no cerebral damage.

But we're still doing studies on traumatic brain injuries,

and while he was... They moved him across

the damn ocean. He had to be better to survive that.

Mr. Gibbs,

you run straight into enemy fire the way your son

did, there are going to be complication...

He did what?

I'm sorry, I-I thought you knew.

I'll get you the full report from Dr. Gelfand.

No, no, no, I'm not standing here

waiting for someone to type it up.

No, he ran onto the battlefield to...

to what--

help one of his men?

No.

He had just gotten the news about his wife and daughter.

He was distraught.

He was looking to get hit.

It's a miracle he survived.

We should focus on that.

Is he gonna wake up?

I don't know.

I saw my dad teaching me to fish.

Saw my mother holding me in the hospital

the day I was born.

Saw the faceless man that murdered my family.

They were in the tunnel.

But they were just passing through.

I was there to stay.

I was living in the in-between.

Reload.

I told you, Mike, we're all closed up.

Where's Smitty?

How many times I got to tell you?

He's off tonight.

I've got him.

You called her?

Damn traitor.

Okay. Let's go.

I'm sick of you anyway.

Time stands still

in the in-between.

Hey, Mike!

Mike.

When you're in that tunnel,

there is no sleep.

Albert Hope, PhD.

Former professor of theology.

He's been on death row for six-plus years.

Last night, he lost his final appeal.

He'll be executed in two days.

We thinking he's innocent?

No. Dude's guilty as hell.

He confessed to a double homicide.

He murdered his wife, Ana Larsen, and her lover.

Captain Jonathan Rice. They met at a bar.

Love at first sight and all that.

Professor Hope comes home from teaching a class on God,

he finds his wife in bed with the captain,

then he murders them both in a fit of rage

with the pen in his pocket.

After that, he dumped the bodies.

Log says there's one more box

I'm not seeing.

Some dimwit must have

put it in the wrong spot.

Hey. Grain of salt with these two.

They like to sound smart,

but this case was before their time.

Uh, doesn't matter.

Everyone knows about it.

It's in the zeitgeist.

Big word, big brain.

We get it.

Franks didn't come in this morning.

Okay. That's a thought.

Franks didn't come in this morning.

So you figure it might have something to do with all this?

Does it?

Yeah. It does.

Franks worked this case alone.

Six years ago,

I thought he was teamed up with Vera.

She begged off the partnership a week before.

This case came up.

We were shorthanded, so Franks worked it alone.

He located the body of the boyfriend out in the desert.

The wife's body was never found.

Franks took that burden on himself.

He wanted to bring closure to the family. He went to Hope

time and again. He tried every which way

to get him to give up the location of the body.

But the bastard refused to talk.

So, Franks lost his head.

He lost his way for a good stretch of time.

It was hell on him,

not being able to bring her body home.

Hey.

Oh. (coughs) Oh, my freakin' God.

Smells like whiskey feet in here.

The hell Tish let you in here for?

Tish! Hey. Come on.

You need to get your ass to the office.

Look, I don't know what you think you're doing, but...

Hope lost his appeal.

They're putting him down in two days.

Yeah, I'm aware.

Your victim's sister is on her way in, so...

Hey. Did you hear what I said?

Hey. Come on.

Seriously?

What do you want me to do?

I don't know, okay?

I don't even know why I bother to come by.

I got to go, though, 'cause I got some stuff to print out

for my thing, my-my presentation.

What do you want me to do-- race into his cell

and beg him to tell me where the body is?

I tried that, Strickland. Six years.

Tried it all.

Guy's got a God complex.

I don't know how he gets in...

Gets in your head, poisons you.

Last time I went,

he had me damn near strangling him.

They had to haul me off like a lunatic.

He was just standing there.

This big ol' grin on his face.

This thing's a loss.

I was never gonna find that body.

Okay. Okay.

Hey, I get it.

No, you don't.

You weren't there.

Okay.

Well, here's what I do know.

Julie Larsen is on her way to the office right now.

She wants to find her sister and give

her a proper burial, and she's got

two days left to make that happen.

So if you think it's a loss,

then you need to put on some pants and tell her that.

Look out, friends, coming in hot.

Kowalski found that other case box he was looking for.

Had a bunch more photos

and the professor's book.

Look at that. He wrote it.

Searching for God: A Study in Comparative Religion.

I'm out.

But you love reading.

Plus, Franks made notes in it.

That alone is worth the price of admission.

Yeah, you have fun with that. Give me the pictures.

Printer's not working?

Try banging it.

Hey.

Vera? Yeah?

Thought you said Franks was on his way in.

Well, I'm hoping he jumped

in the shower first.

What about the victim's sister? I... I set her up

with coffee. It's only been ten minutes.

Why don't we

give it a couple minutes, Sparky?

Hm?

I'm telling you,

this printer is gonna drive me to drink.

All right, well, if Wheeler doesn't have a document,

my whole presentation... Presentation won't land.

I heard you the first ten times.

Well, then... Anza-Borrego Desert.

This is where Captain Rice's body was found.

Mike.

We're looking back over the files.

Seeing if there's anything worth

a second look.

Where's she at?

The conference room.

I ever tell you where it came from?

Ana stole it from a gas station on our 16th birthday.

One for me, one for her.

Turned our necks green, but she didn't care.

"It's a twin thing."

That's what she'd tell people.

Eventually she got a nicer chain, but...

She never took hers off.

I know why you gave me yours.

Told you I'd bring Ana home

so you could lay her body to rest.

I made you a promise and I failed.

I'm sorry for that.

Mike, we have to figure out

where Hope's head is right now.

He knows he's gonna die.

That can change a person.

No, not him. He ain't a person.

We have two days. We have to try.

I ain't going back in there.

I ain't playing his games, I ain't giving him what he wants.

He ain't never gonna tell us where she is.

We got to find a way to live with that.

He called me this morning.

He said he wants to see me.

No.

You ain't going there, you hear me?

I... I mean, maybe if I go, then

he'll tell me where she is. He's playing you.

I know you want to protect me,

He's gunning to rip you up on his way out. I know. Mike!

I have to try.

I have to try.

Can't let you inside this time,

Franks. Warden's orders.

I'll keep my hands to myself this time.

You got my word.

It's gonna cost you extra.

Hundred more.

Open up.

Let's go.

Next two days,

you try calling her again,

I'll come here and I'll kill you myself.

The Dalai Lama said there are only two days

when nothing can be done.

Yesterday and tomorrow.

I want you to look me in the eye

and tell me you heard what I said.

Ana was drunk

on fancy wine

when I walked in on her that night.

Did you know that?

Do you know what it's like

to live with a cheating alcoholic?

I'm not here to talk about Ana.

I'm here to talk about Julie.

The live twin.

You're so protective of her.

That's nice.

But I need to see Julie.

I want absolution.

You want forgiveness for what you done,

find yourself a damn priest.

Agent Franks, I...

I want you to look me in the eye

and tell me you heard what I said.

I want to see Julie.

I want absolution.

And in return, I'd like to offer

the location of Ana's body.

I think Julie would be fine

with you speaking on her behalf,

so...

...tell me you accept.

Guard.

Mm-hmm.

Gibbs.

What are you doing, guarding the latrine?

No, I, uh...

You know, uh, I knew

a guy in Korea.

Sensitive type.

He could only get a stream going

if he was alone.

I don't have that problem.

Well, the place is clear,

got your opening.

Hey. Aah! Were you waiting out here for me?

Franks made a deal with the professor. Yeah.

I heard. He's going around telling everybody.

His face looks about 60% less droopy,

so that's good.

Hey.

You think he's all right?

I mean, it was

tough on him, working this one alone.

But now he's got us, right?

Go, team.

Don't sniper-stalk me outside the bathroom anymore, okay?

It's weird.

What I'm proposing will propel

our investigative capabilities into the 21st century.

Um, if you'll, uh, if you'll turn

in your document to page four,

you'll see a, um...

Page four.

Mm-hmm. You'll see a list

of criminal profiling courses

I've already taken through the FBI.

All right, what's the ask here, Strickland?

I need a small amount of funding

for the pilot program.

I'll interview a-a control group of offenders

and create a, um, a teaching tool for in-house agents.

That, plus a database of profiles

to, uh, help predict the attributes of future assailants.

Sir, we never... I made a deal with Hope.

He's gonna lead us to the body tomorrow.

And you believe him? Not really, but how am I not

gonna try? Hey, excuse me. Sir...

The marshals are

transporting him? Yeah, they're

being a bunch of idiots, per usual, but...

come down to the bullpen, I'm going over the logistics.

All right, I'll be down in a minute. Sir, this is...

Budget's tight. So we will circle back

to your thing in the next fiscal year.

Wheeler.

Yeah.

Franks.

Look, I'm busy. Franks!

What?

What are you looking at, Jeff?

The hell's gotten into you, woman?

I have been waiting for that meeting with Wheeler

for three weeks.

And you just-you just barge in...

And you busted into my bedroom,

so I'm thinking we can call it a wash.

This program that I am going for is big, Franks.

Okay? It means something to me.

Hell, it used to mean something to you.

I don't know a thing about it. The...

Profiling, Franks.

One minute you're asking me-- no, you're begging me

to create a profile

for some guy off the books,

and the next minute, it's, "What?

"Strickland who?

"What? Huh?

What's a profile?" You ever hear what I said

in there about Hope?

Hell, it's the reason you got me out of bed this morning.

Now you're gonna harp on me about this?

Huh? Listen to me.

Wheeler worships you.

You can talk to him for me.

He will do what you say.

I ain't got no control over Wheeler.

And you wonder why I left.

I know why you left.

You didn't want to be my partner no more.

How could I be partners with somebody

who will walk into a room

and not even see that I'm there?

I see you fine, Vera, always did.

But sometimes it ain't about you.

Okay.

Hope said the body was located somewhere

in the Anza-Borrego Desert.

Isn't that where Captain Rice was buried?

Files said you already searched there.

Can't dig up the whole desert, Dominguez.

Point man for the marshals gave me a call.

He confirmed that Hope will be loaded into the van

at zero eight, and caravan will push off directly after.

We'll be traveling east across the 78.

Once we pass this vineyard, Dominguez, you and probie

will hang back and secure that access point.

Was Hope in contact with anyone on the outside?

We thinking he might pull something?

I ain't putting nothing past him.

Terms of the deal are this.

He wants to see Julie.

He wants her to forgive him.

Absolution.

He actually has a chapter on that.

It's called "The Release from Guilt."

Oh, boss, you wrote a note on it here.

"Whole chapter is a load of BS."

Well, I'm sure I wasn't wrong, Rando.

I told him he leads us to the body first.

Forgiveness after.

He wants eyes on Julie the whole time.

She's ready to play ball,

but I want her protected at every turn.

Rando, you're escorting her in the giddyup car.

Copy.

Lot of variables, so I am gonna

need all of you to keep your radios close.

Come on, Cliff.

What could go wrong?

Hey, come on, get him in, let's go.

Let's move out.

Dominguez, hang back.

Hold the perimeter like I told you.

Copy that. Did he say how much further?

Yeah, we're straight up this road for...

Mike?

...ike, you ...opy?

I told Earl to check these damn

radio... we left.

We get to the... hang back.

Cop...

Copy, Dominguez?

Taking a right here.

And it's straight ahead.

Camping out here.

I think should hit that vineyard

on the way back. Maybe they got a drive-through, huh?

Give me the damn radio.

Bunch of idiots.

Camping out here.

See if I can get 'em on another channel.

This is PE-20.

Do you copy? Over.

That cactus up there.

That's where Captain Rice was buried.

PE-20. Anybody out there? Over.

Franks, Randy.

This is PE-20. Do you copy? Over.

Switching to walkie. You got me, Rando?

Yup, we're here.

Keep her in the car until I say the word.

Dominguez, you with us?

This is PE-20. Do you copy? Over.

Keep it moving. Come on.

Keep it moving.

Sorry. Road is closed.

You got a gun and everything, huh?

I need you to make a U-turn

and head back that way.

Hi. You good?

What's he saying? Does he know Hope?

What's he talking about? Hope?

It's there.

Okay.

Get out of the car.

No. Wait, no, they're fine.

They don't know Hope.

Glove compartment! Hey, hey!

Get out of the car!

Get out now!

Get out of the car! Get out of the car now!

Shut your mouth! Get out of the car! Gibbs!

Gibbs.

Gibbs, he doesn't have anything.

Get out!

Gibbs? Gibbs.

Lower your weapon, now.

It's here.

Special Agent Franks.

Our agreement?

Rando. We're good.

Giddyup.

You lied to me.

No, no, no, no, I'm trying to schedule the delivery,

but you guys never pick up the phone.

No. No, I already have a desk.

But I need you guys to take that one

when you deliver the new one.

Eighteenth is fine.

Thank you.

Uh, you need something moved, I got the truck.

I won't charge you.

No, it's... it's just a desk.

It's-it's a write-off for Eddie for work.

He's moving in.

Marshals took these at the burial site.

Remains are with Doc Tango now.

It's a big win for Franks.

Did you know the whole time

what a giddyup car was?

No one told you?

It's like stuff I saw in Kuwait.

Burial customs.

They use stones to elevate the body

so it doesn't touch the dirt,

wrap it in a white cloth.

Ana wasn't Muslim, though, was she?

Didn't say in the files.

Uh, Randy says Hope talks about

being agnostic in his book.

Wonder why he went through all the trouble

instead of just burying her with the captain.

Maybe he didn't want 'em together.

Same as in life.

Look. What happened out there...

Yeah. Franks was walking around like the world was ending.

And then, that guy-- the way he's looking at you,

and then, I-I didn't know if he had a weapon

and I couldn't understand him

and that's just... But I could.

Can't keep doing this with you, Gibbs.

When I was a kid,

I had a dog.

Got hit by a car.

I loved that dog.

After he was gone, I got angry.

And I would lash out without thinking.

I got into fights.

My dad taught me to fish.

Helped me see straight.

My mom died.

I fished some more.

I haven't fished in a while.

Protocol says I have to report you to Franks.

Especially considering your eval.

Understood.

Hey.

If he fires me,

will you at least tell me what my eval said?

Uh, hey, Angela.

Hi, Randy.

Dr. Téngalkat's just finishing up.

Thanks. Mm-hmm.

Hey, hey, hey, my man.

Massive high five, boss.

You know I don't do those.

Yeah, I know. I just figured,

special circumstances.

It is unbelievable what you pulled off with the professor.

Really, boss.

Get Julie home? Yeah.

Um, she was,

you know, um, happy,

but, uh, sad at the same time,

and just so, so grateful.

She wants you to call her after this.

She, uh...

She has a couple questions.

About what?

Condition of the body.

What it says about how much Ana suffered.

Couldn't talk her out of it.

I'm sorry. Uh, I don't know what to say.

I know you got a lot of years riding on this, Mike.

Are you sure?

I had Dr. Friedman confirm,

along with two other colleagues.

These aren't the remains of Ana Larsen.

They most certainly belong to a male.

If you look here,

the pelvic bone has a narrow sciatic notch

and a flat auricular surface.

Cause of death appears

to be blunt force trauma to the head.

And he told him what, Vince?

Yeah, that's what I'm asking.

Yeah. Okay.

Son of a bitch.

He confessed to the chaplain.

Body he led us to was a guy who happened by

while Hope was burying the captain.

He asked Hope if he needed a jump.

He saw too much, Hope killed him.

Did they identify him?

Matched him to a missing persons.

He was on a road trip, nobody thought to connect him to Hope.

They're notifying the family now.

Julie? She wants to go see him.

She still thinks that if she forgives him,

then he'll tell her where Ana is.

She's wrong.

Maybe not.

One day left. If she wants to see him,

who are you to stop her?

This don't concern you.

What?

Said, this don't concern you!

You make it concern me when you bring it into my house.

You can't just tell me what to do and I do it.

Six years.

Oh, don't do that.

Six years. How many hours have you spent with her,

protecting her, agonizing over her?

It is my job. I made her a promise.

Why? Why did you promise her?

Just tell me.

You and her?

No.

Tish.

There's nothing.

Then what are you doing?

You won't be joining me inside?

Special day. Last meal.

Spoon and bottle.

Let's go, Hope.

Mm-hmm.

What can I do for you, Agent Franks?

It's clear. Come on in.

I-I told Ana she should stop bleaching her hair.

She wouldn't listen to me.

Looks so much better natural.

Shut your mouth and listen.

Al, I forgive you.

I forgive you for killing Ana.

You forgive me?

You have your absolution.

Now, please tell me where she is.

I am so sorry, Julie.

There's been a misunderstanding.

I didn't want absolution for me. I wanted it for you.

We're done here. Mike, no.

Why did she start going out to drink?

Who convinced her that these fancy bars were fun?

She was miserable.

I wanted her to have a life.

Who drove her to the bar the night she met

that young marine?

Who drove her?

I did.

You got her killed, Julie.

But I forgive you.

Son of a... Damn it, Franks! I need help.

Franks, Franks!

Where is she?! Get him out!

Tell me where she is!

Beg me.

Tell me! Tell me!

Tell me where she is. Tell me where she is!

Tell me where she is!

Beg me. Get him out!

Tell me!

Tell me! Beg me.

Franks was screaming at Hope, "Where's the body?

Where's the body?"

And they had to haul him out of there.

Who told you?

Gail heard Wheeler on the phone, she told Mary Jo,

Mary Jo told me, then she went to go get Franks some coffee.

He's outside now.

His mustache is all disheveled.

Situation's dire, man, we got to help him.

How?

I don't know. Go back through the files?

I got to finish reading Hope's book.

Hey, uh, did Lala talk to him since he got back?

Who, Franks? Yeah.

About what?

Hey, guys.

Look at these.

What do you see?

Uh, the place where Captain Rice was buried.

Yeah, but look.

This one, you don't notice the shadow of the cactus

'cause it's over the dig site.

This is the one I took yesterday.

Look at the shadow. It's a cross.

Captain Rice's file said he was Catholic. Yeah.

And the victim Hope led us to yesterday--

the rocks, the shroud-like

covering... He's Muslim?

His niece confirmed it.

He must have asked him before he killed him.

He buried his victims according to their religion.

Ana's religion was what?

Don't know. File didn't list one.

Let's get her sister on the phone, huh?

Mary Jo.

Ask Gail. Gail?

Mary Jo, can I please get this printer off my desk now?

Yeah, sure.

How do I do that?

Use your arms, baby.

How long's he got left?

52 minutes.

I promised Julie I'd bring her sister home.

Rookie mistake, making a promise like that.

You weren't a rookie anymore by then.

I was alone.

You mean 'cause Vera didn't want to be your partner?

It's not her fault you made a promise

you couldn't keep, honey.

I didn't know which way was up without her.

Well...

now you got a whole team in there,

working their butts off trying to do right by you.

Hey.

You know I see everything.

And you know I'm a vault.

That file Vera did for you--

she'll never ask you what it was for, but...

...was it for Gibbs?

The man who killed his family?

Love you, Mary Jo.

Ana Larsen.

No, S-E-N.

Did she attend services there?

There's a pet crematorium here. Maybe she was cremated.

She was getting into Buddhism. No, it doesn't fit the timeline.

It would take at least two hours to cremate

a human body. How the hell do you know that?

There are so many things in this book I can't unlearn.

There are 28 hells, by the way. That's just Hinduism.

Franks put a star by his favorite ones.

You're here.

Catch me up.

Hope buried his victims

according to their religion. If we can

figure out what Ana's was, we'll

be able to... She didn't have one.

That's what Julie said, too.

Uh, we called her without you, boss.

I hope that's okay. Last chapter.

S-Sorry?

Last chapter in the book--

it's about finding your religion.

He said something about everybody having one.

I remember 'cause it's the only chapter in the book

that made any damn sense.

Except for the-the hells. I put stars

next to it. Here we go.

"Each of us has a system of worship,

"whether we call it a religion or not.

"Anything can become your god:

"money, sex, alcohol,

power. Whatever you worship, you will follow its laws..."

Boss?

500 milligrams of midazolam.

Franks, stop!

Stop! You bastard!

You thought wine was her god.

You buried her in the vineyard.

I'm bringing her home.

I'm bringing her home.

♪ Shed a tear 'cause I'm missing you ♪

♪ I'm still all right to smile ♪

♪ Girl, I think about you ♪

♪ Every day now ♪

♪ Was a time when I wasn't sure ♪

♪ But you set my mind... ♪

Strickland.

I'll catch up.

I put in the request and got preliminary approval.

Your profiling program.

What happened to next fiscal year?

Hey, Mike.

Let me get a ride back.

♪ All we need ♪

♪ Is just a little patience ♪

♪ Said, "Sugar... ♪

Son of a bitch.

You, uh, pack up your desk yet?

♪ All we need is just... ♪

Kidding.

I decided Franks had enough to deal with this week.

Your eval said that you are in a depressive state.

Because of trauma.

Impulsive tendencies,

unaddressed anger issues.

Evaluator strongly recommended extensive therapy

and concluded

you wouldn't succeed long-term at NIS.

♪ But you know, love, there's one more ♪

♪ Thing to consider... ♪

You should hear what's in my eval.

Oof...

And I don't even want to know what was in Franks'.

♪ Just fine ♪

♪ You and I'll just use a little... ♪

You get your head straight.

Go fishing once a week.

♪ Said, sugar... ♪

Prove 'em wrong.

♪ 'Cause the lights are shining bright ♪

♪ You and I've got ♪

♪ What it takes to make it. ♪

I know you haven't felt like yourself since your pup died.

Got your mom worried.

Here.

Fishing reminds you that

everything's coming and going.

There's time to take a breath.

Drop your line in, son.

There you go.

You're just getting started.

You hear me?

You're just getting started.

You hear me, son?

You're not done yet.

You're just getting started.

Got your whole life ahead of you.

Doctor! Dr. Lin?

When you're in that tunnel,

there is no sleep.

Mr. Gibbs, I need you to step back.

What's...

What's happening? What's happening?

We've got an elevated heart rate.

Leroy. Leroy!

Leroy! But there are

people passing through,

just like always,

just like life.

And if one of them manages to rattle

the walls hard enough...

Leroy. Leroy!

...you might remember to wake up.

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