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Shannon and Kelly were my reason to live.

I couldn't imagine a world without them until I had to.

He ran onto the battlefield.

He was looking to get hit?

Is he gonna wake up?

I don't know.

Leroy. Leroy!

I was supposed to be dead.

But I wasn't.

I was standing.

I was breathing.

I was hobbling along.

I was supposed to be dead.

But after that...

...I was home.

That first day back...

...it was too hard to go inside.

So I went someplace else instead.

Rent's due first of the month, no exceptions.

Last guy ditched his lease, left some of his crap.

You could probably get a breeze through here.

Laundry's around back.

Takes quarters, but you got to get your own.

People think I got change for a five, they're wrong.

You got a closet here, you could put,

you know, whatever you want in it.

I'll have my cousin haul this stuff out of here.

No, it's fine. You can leave it.

Hello?

Hey, homeless shelter's down the road.

I'm here to meet somebody.

Leroy Gibbs.

Mike Franks.

You still want the place?

Yeah.

I'll be back up with the lease.

I would've been here sooner,

but my office screwed up your message.

They said to meet at your house, then they said here.

It wasn't their fault.

Well, I would've been there to pick up the phone in person,

but I'm off the clock today.

Figured you'd want some time with your pops

before I called.

He's in Nepal.

I want to know why.

I want to know why

you are taking a day off

when the man who killed my family is still out there.

I had a lot of firsts in that old apartment.

Eventually, I got off the crutches.

I joined NIS, reported to work every day.

Things got to be as normal as they could be.

But there were always reminders.

Mr. Gibbs, I took a look at your account,

and you were charged for the crutches

because you didn't return them.

I-I know why I got charged for 'em.

I just got the bill now, though.

I'm looking at the dates,

they should have been returned months ago.

Yeah, I-I had some things going on.

Look, can I just return the crutches now

so I don't get charged for them?

Let me transfer you to an equipment specialist.

No, no, don't transfer me again.

Damn it.

There were always reminders

that not too long ago...

...I was supposed to be dead.

- Okay, you see this road? - Mm-hmm.

You gonna follow that all the way up to the bend.

Where's the office, though?

- Is it not marked on here? - Open your eyes, baby.

It's right there, past the firing range,

says "Natural Resources Office."Mm.

They're not picking up, though. Probably closed for the night.

You think they have some birdseed lying around outside?

Probie.

- Thought you went home. - I did.

Bird flew into my place, hit the wall. It stunned itself.

I thought maybe the Natural

Resources Office... You mean like a pigeon?

Mm, smaller.

- Well, where's he at? - Who?

- The bird. - Naval Investigative Service.

- Oh. Back at my place. - Uh-huh.

Doing what?

It's Randy.

Don't you go pissing on my parade, Randolf.

I'm halfway out the door.

Where at?

Here they come.

Hey, boss.

Sorry to ruin your night.

MPs put out a call on the radio.

Lala and me were heading back in,

figured we'd swing by and take a look.

What's up, Gibbs?

Digging the cas' look. That's super comfy.

What exactly are we looking at?

Corporal was driving by,

caught a glimpse of a lump on the side of the road,

stopped his car to see what it was.

Blood on the strap. And here along the bottom.

All this stuff was inside the purse.

What, that's it?

Corporal didn't see nothing else when he stopped his car?

MPs have his statement. I'll go grab it from them.

No ID, huh? Library card?

No. No wallet, no nothing.

Thought that was the point of having a big ol' purse,

to carry a big ol' wallet.

Gibbs, you mind?

You're in my shot.

Thing was lying where? Right where we are?

No. I flagged it over there.

The hell's some lady doing out here alone?

Who says she was alone?

Blood?

See that?

Freeze!

Boss? Boss!

Clear!

Down the embankment.

Get yourselves down here.

Is this why you do this?

Tell me.

I don't know what your pop told you.

I don't know what you know.

Say it all.

Your wife witnessed the murder of a Marine

at a gas station in Oceanside.

She ID'd the triggerman, Pedro Hernandez,

drug dealer working for a Mexican cartel.

Her account gave us enough to arrest him.

But we couldn't find him.

And you didn't protect her.

We had an agent assigned to her.

Mitchell. He was hit with a head shot

on the way to the safe house.

Died instantly.

And what?

And your wife and daughter... Say their names.

Say their names.

Shannon and Kelly died in the crash.

You know it was him?

Hernandez? He took the shot himself?

Yeah, it was him.

We got a bead on him a week ago, we tracked him to Mexico.

These guys, when they cross the border...

it gets complicated.

We lost him.

Take your time, Gunny.

Meet you out front.

Where is he?

Told you we lost him.

No, you said it was complicated.

And yeah, you lost him in the red tape BS

between two governments and a cartel.

But you got a file on people he knows,

places he goes, don't you?

Where is he?

You know everything I know, Gunny.

Meet you out front.

Come on.

There you go.

Oh, geez.

I got to go.

You stay here.

Jane Doe.

Who is she, what was she doing out with the coyotes,

who killed her and why?

I just talked to Dr. Tango.

He puts her in her early 80s.

Says we intervened right before the coyotes could do any damage.

He's almost done with the autopsy.

Check in with the sheriff?

And the local PDs.

No one had a missing person

matching that description.

I'm on hold with Sunny Shores Assisted Living.

It's not that far from base.

Maybe she wandered off from there

- and no one noticed yet? - You think

an 80-year-old woman walked onto base

in a nightgown - without anybody noticing? - I mean,

there's plenty of places the fences are down.

Plus, no one pays attention to old people.

Societal blind spot.

One of the reasons I hate society.

I'm late. I know, boss.

How's the bird?

What bird?

Bird flew into probie's place,

hit his head on the wall.

He survived the night,

but he's not eating great and he's not trying to fly.

He might have hurt his wing.

What did you name him?

You try keeping him somewhere dark?

They can die of stress, you know. You got to

get something hot, set it next to him, keep him warm,

but not too hot, 'cause they get... MARY JO: Agent Franks?

Okay, where did - you last see her? -Our home.

Officer housing off Meadowlark.

I have to take a pill to sleep, she must have wandered off.

I got home from training this morning and she was gone.

Please, she has dementia, so we really need to find her.

And she's your mother, you said?

- Uh, mother-in-law. - My mother.

What was she wearing?

She sleeps in a nightgown,

so I think she was wearing her yellow one.

Her name is Alice Glenn.

Could we... could we form a search party?

She's not well. She can't be out there alone.

I just can't believe she's gone.

Alice was living on her own.

She had her own house near base, but...

...then, she just...

She was getting confused, forgetting things.

It wasn't like her. My mother never forgot anything.

We were worried about her getting hurt

living on her own.

We brought her here to stay with us.

That was six months ago.

We don't have much room, but we did what we could.

And we know that

that's against housing regulations,

but we just couldn't put her in a home.

I mean, she took such good care

of everyone around her--

everyone-- for so many years,

and we just wanted to do the same for her.

I understand the infraction will be reported.

I don't see a need for that, Commander.

Chevy Impala?

She loved that car.

We had to keep it locked up in the garage

because she would drive off,

looking for nature,

something to draw, and then...

she'd get herself lost.

We found her purse near her. Did she usually carry a wallet?

The last few months, always.

Doctor said it was part of her decline.

She was paranoid that someone was gonna steal her money,

so she kept it with her.

But it wasn't much, it was never more

than a hundreddollars.

Her wallet was gone?

They killed her over that?

Unfortunately, Commander,

there's no rhyme or reason

to what people think a life is worth.

Cause of death was blunt force trauma to the head.

Acute contusions on the arm here.

From when she was pushed down the embankment?

No. There was a hard grab or shove prior to the head blow.

The victim was already deceased

when she was dumped over the guardrail.

Remember, kids, dead bodies don't bruise.

Look at you.

You two should have babies,

give us something to celebrate.

Oh, I-I already have a child, with my wife.

I know, I'm just saying.

Did you tell them about the flecks?

The flecks were yours.

I pulled these from the head wound.

Green paint, I'm assuming, but we'll ship 'em

to the lab just to be sure.

Could be your murder weapon was

some sort of painted tool.

Whatever it was, it had a fairly sharp edge.

Um, where's her medical records?

Uh, set 'em down here somewhere.

- I'll find 'em. - So, you think

this all happened on the side of the road?

Can't be, right?

There wasn't any blood there.

Body could have been moved, sure,

but it is a possibility she was standing

near the guardrail when it happened.

She was severely dehydrated.

That can account for the minimal bleeding.

Major neurocognitive disorder

progressing to stage five.

My dad had dementia.

Refused to drink anything but Tab.

I'll get it.

Hey, make sure you push nine to get out.

You always forget that.

- Thanks. - You got it.

I'm seeing Tish tomorrow. Getting a trim.

Oh, yeah?

She cancelled dinner on me last night.

Said she had some kind of emergency updo.

Updo?

Wow, I'm impressed, Doctor.

You know all the lingo.

Sorry, Docs, we got to run.

MPs spotted some squatters at the old water plant on base.

Place isn't far from where our body was found.

Thank you.

Clear.

NIS. Get up slow.

- move out here. -Out of the tents.

- Everybody up. Right now. - Over here. In my light.

You are on federal property.

Put your hands in the air, please.

- Everybody out. - Hey, you, right here.

- Government don't own me. - Move right here.

Think you're the president?

- Get up. Get up. - NIS. Let's go. Move it.

- That way. -Over here in the back.

- Everybody, come on out. -Sir, please join us.

Move slowly.

No sudden movements, go down the stairs,

follow the directions of the other agents.

Come down here, please.

Meet down here. Thank you for cooperating.

You are on federal property.

- All clear. - Gibbs, what's your status?

Clear up here.

Now...

...y'all know you're here illegally.

This is a military base.

You hop the fence, that is a crime.

A lady was robbed and killed

not far from here last night.

Happened down by the road.

Y'all know anything about that?

Any of you start remembering anything,

you just might be forgiven

for hopping that fence.

Got another one.

Rando.

If you want to know,

there was a guy here yesterday.

We call him Lefty, but sometimes it's just L.

One of you... Hold it. Step back.

Tell us from there.

Who's Lefty?

Uh, he likes stealing stuff.

One of y... one of you guys,

you picked him up at the Exchange, yeah,

for lifting a bunch of batteries.

One of you guys.

N... I... S.

When?

I don't know. Back before?

Last night, he-he got up and he walked out.

And when he came back, he was acting all...

- All what? - Uh, all something.

But then he, uh, yeah, he grabbed his stuff and...

yeah, he walked right out.

When he-when he went, I saw him.

I saw him good.

He had blood all on him.

Oh... Yo, Herm, I need a hand with something.

Yeah? What you got?

I'm looking for a guy.

He goes by Lefty or L.

We nabbed him for stealing a bunch of batteries

- from the Exchange. - About how long ago?

No idea.

Do you remember logging any batteries--

double-A, nine volt,

- anything like that? - Not really.

But it could have been before I got to Evidence.

This for the grandma case?

Yeah, grandma, like old,

but I don't think she had grandkids.

Still, man, my grandma's not my real grandma,

and she's, like, my rock,

you know?

Let me take a look,

- see what I can find. - I appreciate it, man.

Hey! Hey, Rando. Check with the guys?

-Rando. - Let's check with the guys.

Checking with the guys.

Guy goes by Lefty or L.

Someone in this office picked him up,

I don't know when.

Batteries? Nah, doesn't ring a bell.

- Where's Vera at? - Busting balls elsewhere.

- Call her up. - All right, then.

Roger, get your ass over there and look in your files.

You never remember squat.

Okay.

♪ Forty-seven deadbeats ♪

♪ Living in the back street ♪

♪ North, east, west, south, ♪

♪ All in the same house ♪

You ever pick up - a dude named Lefty? - What the hell, Dominguez?

- I'm working in there. - Dalton, shut up for a second.

This guy's about to talk. I'm work... Shut up!

You ever pick up a dude named Lefty?

No.

♪ She's so mean, but I don't care ♪

♪ I love her eyes and her wild...♪

JJ, question for you.

Yeah, I heard. Wasn't me.

The hell is on this door?

Twenty years' worth of unwashed hands.

♪ Wild, wild west ♪

Batteries.

Let's go.

Yell it out.

Where you at?

♪ Handing out Valium ♪

♪ Sheriff's on the airwaves ♪

♪ Talking to the DJs ♪

♪ Forty-seven heartbeats beating...♪

Franks!

♪ Live it up, live it up ♪

♪ Ronnie's got a new gun ♪

♪ She's so mean, but I don't care ♪

♪ I love her eyes ♪

♪ And her wild, wild hair ♪

♪ Dance to the beat ♪

♪ That we love best ♪

♪ Heading for the '90s ♪

♪ Living in the wild, wild west...♪

All right, let's get some shut-eye.

Start fresh in a few hours.

♪ Yeow... ♪

The heck's all this?

We're looking for a guy named Lefty.

We picked him up from the Exchange.

For stealing some batteries?

How the hell did you know that?

♪ Wild, wild west... ♪

For crying out loud, that was Roger's case.

That man can't remember squat.

Where is he?

Roger.

Get on your own side, will you?

Please. Like we've never seen an ass crack before?

You picked that guy up, Lefty,

with those batteries two months ago.

You said it wasn't enough to file

and you didn't feel like dealing with CID.

You gave him a warning

and dropped him off at his place?

♪ Wild, wild west ♪

Oh, yeah. Now I remember.

See, I thought you guys were talking about car batteries.

Where did he live at, Roger?

That I remember.

Well, praise the friggin' maker.

♪ Yeow, wild west. ♪

Lefty Hollis.

You weren't an easy man to find.

This room-- it don't have no hookups.

Excuse me?

You can't ask me stuff if it's not on camera,

I know that much.

You kill some old lady so you could take

- her money? - What?

You get off taking things that ain't yours, don't you?

Hundred in cash is better

than a couple packs of batteries any day.

No idea what you're talking about, dude.

No idea.

That lady was somebody's mama.

I don't know what you're talking about.

Your buddies saw you at that old water plant.

They're rotting in the MP's office now,

but they saw you there last night.

There and then gone, for some reason.

There and bloody.

Where'd it come from?

- I had a bloody nose. - Really?

Yeah. Yeah, I had 'em since I was little.

I figured if you felt like talking nonsense,

it is probably better

without the cameras first.

Hmm?

- Yeah, maybe I saw something. - Hm.

That old lady off the road,

down in the trees.

I don't want nothing to do with that.

That's why I got out of there.

You walked by a dead woman,

you got a bloody nose and you left.

- Do I got that right? - No.

I saw something first. Before I left.

I saw a big Black guy driving off down the road.

- Big Black guy? - Yeah.

It's always the big Black guy.

Take off your shoes.

Mike doesn't like when you crowd him coming out of doors.

What's that?

Damn, probie. You got to clear a path

for people when they're exiting.

Sorry, boss.

Kid's in there lying through his teeth.

Show Gibbs how to swab the blood,

drop it off to Woody on your way home.

- Let's wrap this thing up. - It's Randy's night on call.

Then tell him to drive it.

Okay, just a reminder, though, I'm coming over to your place.

You told me to give you a warning last time.

Tish is cutting your hair?

- Yeah. - Tonight?

It was supposed to be last week, but we had that op.

Probie, you got plans tonight?

Can't you do that outside?

You're scaring him.

It's all done.

Who taught you that wood stuff?

My dad.

Careful.

You don't want the whole thing tumbling over.

That should hold.

Even if it's a few weeks before he's healed up enough to fly.

What are you still doing with those?

I'm gonna donate them.

Are you writing it down?

Yes, he called me back, but he didn't answer me.

Now I need you to...

I need you to write this down.

The shelter's down the street!

I need you to pick up a pen and...

Oh! Ha! Been trying to... Hey!

Don't worry about him, Mary Jo,

I got him.

That is enough.

You hear me? You are gonna quit

badgering my secretaries. They are practically in tears.

You answer me - and I'll stop calling. - I did answer you!

I answered you the first 50 times you called.

And I talked to you the other 20 times you showed up.

- You didn't answer me. - I did!

Then, where is he, huh?

Gunny. You look at me.

I don't know.

I told you, he disappeared to Mexico.

- I don't know where. - I don't believe you.

You know what I do believe?

I believe that some suit behind some desk

is too scared of losing his job

or getting hit by the cartel,

and so he told you to stand down.

Or maybe you are that suit, huh?

I don't wear suits.

You're lying. You're lying.

You've been lying - since you walked in. - You lost your damn mind.

You know what? You're failing her again.

- You're a coward. - Aw, look at yourself.

You were supposed to protect her!

You think you're doing her proud?

Enough.

Don't you ever

Enough.speak for her again.

Enough!

Come on.

Enough. Enough.

Enough.

I didn't want to be here anymore.

Gunny, get down!

That's how I got hurt.

I have been living with them gone!

I can't keep doing that

if a guy that did this is

out there living, too.

You've come a long way, probie.

Let's get him moved in.

He's gonna be fine.

A sparrow flew into my house once when I was a little kid.

And my mom was convinced it was the spirit of my grandfather.

She was talking to it and everything.

And I swear to God,

it seemed like it was listening.

I was gonna tell Gibbs that.

But then I thought maybe I shouldn't.

How's Eddie?

- Good. - Mm.

He's, uh...

Well, we... we hit a little bit of a bump.

He was gonna move in. But, you know,

it was better to just give each other some space

'cause the whole thing-- it's problematic.

I'm problematic.

Hey.

You okay?

I'm sorry if this is out of line, but...

can I show you something?

Yeah.

I found it in a drawer.

Is it from one of your cases?

No, this is one of Vera's.

She's doing these profiles now.

For one of your cases?

No, I don't recognize it.

Could be an example she did to get the program going.

I don't know why Mike would have it here, though.

The man's a pack rat.

I was just trying to get that drawer cleaned out

while he's gone.

Mm, it's Randy.

We have bloodwork on a case, it's probably back.

I got to go.

- Thank you. - Mm-hmm.

Mm.

That's right. Last name Hollis, first name Spencer.

No, I said Lefty before, but that

- was just a nickname. - Just a nickname.

What happened?

- I paged you. - Yeah, we called, you didn't pick up.

Oh, I-I must have been in the restroom.

Why didn't you leave a message

- with Mary Jo? - Randolf, for the love of God,

just tell me about the bloodwork.

It was negative.

Blood on Lefty's shoes was his own.

Are you sure?

Yeah, yeah. I asked Woody to double-check.

He got semi-aggressive,

but he re-ran it. Results were the same.

Blood on the shoes was AB,

all of it, same as Lefty.

Alice Glenn was B-negative.

Okay. Thank you.

Lefty's doctor said he hasn't had a checkup in five years,

but his records noted that he has

chronic nosebleeds due to allergies.

He was telling the truth.

Damn it.

We got a whole lot of nothing.

- I'll go get him released. - Probie.

That is why you never question a suspect alone,

without a recording.

Now we find out the kid's telling the truth.

And I'm the only one that knows

he saw someone else out there last night.

Why didn't you say something up there?

Kid claims he saw a big Black guy at the scene.

I figured he was BS-ing me.

What if I'd been hit by a car on the way home?

I could have died with a valuable lead on the case.

Look, I didn't say nothing up there

because I wasn't in the mood to take any crap from Dominguez.

But also, I...

I meant it when I said you'd come a long way.

You're ready to learn.

I had him moved to Interrogation.

I'm going in with you?

Keep your mouth shut, watch me,

see how I work, okay?

Being inside, it's different than the monitor.

Did you test my shoes?

Yeah, we did.

You're telling the truth.

I apologize for doubting you.

Damn.

I-I thought...

thought y'all were gonna frame me.

All right, well, I-I'm out of here.

- Give me my shoes. - Hold up, son.

Got a couple more questions.

Nah, man, I'm in the clear.

I'm done with this.

Hey. Don't touch me, man, okay?

He said I'm clear, - I can leave when I want. - Agent Gibbs.

Take your hands off our friend here, will you?

Now, son, you said you saw

a big Black guy out there that night.

Yeah, yeah, I s-saw a dude like that.

What else can you say about him?

Nah, nothing.

And I thought we had a good thing going here.

Now you can't even look at me?

Yeah, I-I mean, he was, uh...

He was big and...

Black, that's all I know.

Tell you what.

Since you were straight with me on the other thing,

I'll give you one pass for lying.

That pass expires when you walk out of this room, though.

I thought it would get you off my back

saying a big Black dude.

You didn't see no one?

No, no, I... I saw someone, just...

I don't think it had anything to do with the body.

Just this... blonde lady driving by.

Real slow, 'cause her car was one of those old boats.

What color?

Blue.

Blue Chevy Impala?

Yeah, yeah, t-that was it, an Impala.

Uh, are you in my head?

How'd you call that, man?

She wasn't the same Alice anymore.

I was the one taking care of her...

...while Brian was at work.

And the days bled together.

She was getting worse,

especially when it got dark out.

And that night...

...she started yelling at me out of nowhere.

She was accusing me of stealing her money.

And I was trying to show her that it was still there.

But she just kept screaming at me.

And she grabbed my arm.

And...

I snapped.

I pushed her off.

I just wanted her to stop.

So I pushed her.

And...

s-she hit her head.

And they would know that I pushed her.

Because there were bruises on her arm.

So...

I put it out...

I put it out there to make it seem...

like she wandered off

and got robbed.

I'm so ashamed.

But it'd just been months

of me alone...

in that house with her.

And I was drained.

I loved her.

But I just...

I didn't have anything more to give.

Oh, God.

Oh...

Tish...

I tried to convince myself it wasn't about me.

Listen to me.

I thought, "Yeah, maybe he's got another case

where an unnamed woman was raped in a parking garage."

Stop... No! You stop!

You stop.

I told you

I don't want him to take

any more space in my head.

I told you to let the FBI do their job.

They ain't doing it! They ain't.

They ain't even got a suspect.

I ain't letting this guy get away

with what he done to you.

Mike.

This is the last time I'm telling you.

Let it go.

Okay.

I will.

Much as I'd like to,

I can't tell you where the bastard's hiding, Gunny.

I didn't ask you to, Special Agent Franks.

Yeah. Okay.

I'm gonna take a leak.

I was supposed to be dead.

But after that,

all I wanted was to be healed.

All I wanted was to get off those damn crutches

so I could go out and do

what needed to be done.

But the real healing

wasn't about a cast or a broken bone.

The real healing wasn't about me at all.

And it wasn't about getting vengeance, either.

It was about the one person that saw I was broken.

The one person

who saw I needed to be saved.

And dropped everything

to pick me up off the floor.

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