FRANKS: Where'd he bump into Bugs? RANDY: Give you two guesses.
FRANKS: Tunnels? Your wife witnessed the murder of a Marine.
GIBBS: And you didn't protect her.
We had an agent.
Mitchell. He was hit with a headshot
on the way to the safe house.
Died instantly.
I'm trying to quit.
I just had a kid.
He's got a touch of the colic, so it's been tough.
OLDER GIBBS: Some people are born knowing how to hide things away.
RANDY: Good morning, buddy.
Oh, no tears?
What a big boy.
Hey, buddy.
Tomorrow you're gonna be begging to take the car out
with your questionable friends.
OLDER GIBBS: I had a rule about secrets.
♪ The itsy-bitsy spider crawled up the water spout ♪
♪ Down came the rain and washed the spider out ♪
♪ Out came the sun ♪
♪ And dried up... (crying)
OLDER GIBBS: Rule number four.
Best way to keep a secret:
keep it to yourself.
Second best:
tell one other person, if you must.
There is no third best.
WOMAN (echoing): Hey.
You okay?
Yeah. Yeah.
I'm gonna go or I'll hit traffic.
Here you go. I love you.
Love you. Love you.
Oh. Here, buddy. Yeah.
(crying)
Hey.
You were thinking about it again.
Baby...
you got to stop.
♪ ♪
FRANKS: I imagine Leroy Gibbs'll want to see the van when he gets back.
Probably easier if there's nothing's in it.
(phone ringing)
OLDER GIBBS: I think a lot about that rule now.
Rule number four.
I hung on to a lot of secrets for a lot of years.
It kept me busy.
(drawer closes)
So busy, sometimes I didn't notice
that the guy next to me-- Morning, Randy.
he was doing the exact same thing.
Morning.
♪ ♪
(microwave beeping)
Hey, La. Sorry we're late.
I got stuck in a mind-numbing deposition.
No worries. What'd you rent?
Days of Thunder.
Days of Thunder? Mwah.
It's like Top Gun but with cars.
Popcorn is ready, I just need to rinse out a bowl.
No, I got it, big sis.
I can do it. She's in full-on
ass-kissing mode.
Her and her friends got busted smoking pot
today at school. What?
Not cool, G.
I know. It was a blunder.
No one's more disappointed than me.
A blunder, huh?
Did you at least finish the college applications?
No, but I put a pretty big dent in them.
Can I make a quick phone call?
Mm-hmm.
Okay, thank you. Yeah, but, uh, what... there...
there's a phone right here, Cheech.
New boyfriend.
Yeah. One's not gonna cut it.
She's exactly like you were at her age.
Which is both reassuring and terrifying at the same time.
(blows raspberry) Please.
I never got caught.
Hey.
Weed or no weed,
we're kicking ass here.
Mom would have been proud.
Here's to us,
kicking ass without Mom
and in spite of Dad.
So...
you hear from Eddie yet
or should we talk about work instead?
I'm up for a promotion.
It's not, like, a big deal.
I don't know.
I want it.
Well, then, here's to you getting it.
(both laugh)
(pager beeping)
You think rolling up to a crime scene reeking of bourbon
might hurt your shot at that promotion?
With Franks, it'll probably help.
Oh.
Te amo, manita.
Mwah. Mwah. Mwah.
And, uh, don't tell me
how Top Gun Cars ends.
Love you, too, sis.
Te me cuidas, eh?
Adiós, noviecita.
♪ ♪
OFFICER: Victim is Father John Larkin.
He's a Navy Reserve chaplain.
Started working at the parish four years back
after a few stints overseas.
Bulletin in the lobby says they were holding confessional hours
starting at 6:00.
FRANKS: He was in the booth, probably never saw it coming.
OFFICER: Yeah. Either he was trying to crawl out to get help
or shooter opened the door to make sure he was dead.
You got a line on motive?
Nothing was stolen. It looks personal.
Any witnesses? OFFICER: No.
The cleaning crew and the secretary
were down the hall in the back office
when it happened.
They heard the shots, they ran in.
By the time they got here,
the place was empty, shooter was gone.
They did say it wasn't unusual for the place
to be empty during confessional hours.
'Cause no one in their right mind
wants to do it. Yeah, it is
kind of an antiquated practice, I guess.
WOMAN: Everything was normal. Then we heard a gunshot.
We ran out, and as soon as we saw him,
I ran back to the office to call for help.
We tried to do CPR,
put pressure on the wounds,
but it was too late.
You all are here often?
Nancy and Dee volunteer once a week to clean.
I'm here most days.
I work in the office.
You notice anything
out of the ordinary these last few weeks?
NANCY: You should talk to
Father Bobby. He would know better.
WOMAN: He's our other priest.
He's at the hospital visiting
a parishioner. No.
He's here. I saw him.
Where was he?
I was standing here,
and he walked in through the back.
I tried to talk to him,
but he saw Father Larkin, and he was...
he was broken.
He went down to hold him.
He was praying for him.
I went over to him, but he walked away.
He was headed back toward the sacristy.
I don't think he's okay.
(indistinct whispering)
MAN: ...and blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus.
Holy Mary, Mother of God, pray for us sinners,
now and at the hour of our death.
RANDY: Father Bobby?
Father Bobby.
Hail, Mary, full of grace,
the Lord is with thee.
Blessed art thou amongst women
and blessed is the fruit of thy womb.
Pray for us sinners,
now and at the hour of our death.
Amen.
Hail Mary, full of grace, the Lord is...
Hail Mary, full of grace,
the Lord is with thee.
Blessed art thou amongst women,
blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus.
♪ ♪
(device clacking)
Ooh. That doesn't sound good.
Okay. All right.
You think you can you fix it?
Randy says you're like some sort of frickin' whiz kid
when it comes to this tech stuff.
Aw, really? Mm-hmm.
That's my guy.
KOWALSKI: Hey, check the battery, Herm.
With these RadioShack deals,
the issue is almost always the battery.
HERM: Nope, she's got plenty of juice.
What are the odds? What's this for, anyway--
you trying to go to Disneyland?
No, young Herm,
I need this to record
my very first criminal profiling interview.
It's part of my program.
Right on. Okay.
Let me, uh, (laughs)
let me check it out, Okay, all right.
see what I can do. Thank you.
Appreciate you.
KOWALSKI: Vera.
Yeah.
You know, I've seen a lot of agents
come and go in my time.
Some I liked,
a whole bunch I didn't.
Most come in, they do their bit
and they clock out.
But you don't see folks trying to effect change.
But here you are.
Well, it is yet to be seen whether this program
will end up effecting much of anything.
It's not the results I'm talking about, kid.
It's the trying. You understand?
LALA: Strickland.
Got a sec? Yeah, sure.
Walk with me.
Uh, hey, I just saw Gail
walking your, uh, your holy witness
upstairs to the conference room? Father Bobby.
Randy and Gibbs are headed up to talk to him.
Oh. Hey, did you know Kowalski used to be a-a priest
way back in the day?
Army chaplain.
Really? Mm-hmm.
(clears throat)
Can you, uh, give us a minute?
Just because you took over Artie's desk
doesn't mean that you own the place.
Didn't we just speak on this?
He can be combative sometimes, but we are working
through it, yeah?
There it is. Thank you.
Such a gentleman.
(sighs)
All right. Floor is yours.
Talk to me.
Promotions. What are you hearing?
Just that budget cuts are so bad
that there's really only one up for grabs.
It's not even a real promotion.
It's, like, a teeny, tiny pay hike
and a slot in the NIS leadership class.
Yeah, but that puts you on track
to heading up to the office one day, right?
Think I have a shot?
Eh, Wheeler's asking all the team leaders
for their recommendations, so I wouldn't hold your breath.
Maybe I just go to Franks. Tell him I want it.
(laughs)
Okay, yeah, good luck with that.
(clears throat)
(door opens)
How you holding up, Father?
Oh.
Let's just say I picked
a really bad time to quit smoking.
I have some nicotine gum in my desk if you want.
I'm good.
I'm a guinea pig
in a clinical trial.
It's, uh, nicotine patches.
Wow, no kidding. Hm.
They work? Not as well as cigarettes.
(agents chuckle)
I'm really sorry about earlier.
I just couldn't pull myself together.
Seeing Father Larkin
like that was...
He was my mentor.
He was well-loved
in the community?
Not really. He, uh...
he was kind of a ballbuster.
Mm.
That is an interesting description
for a man of the cloth.
Whose balls was he busting, exactly?
Anyone he thought
could do better.
Which was basically everyone.
The parishioners, church leaders,
people walking down the street.
That's what made him great.
You know, h-he was...
he was a total prick. (chuckles)
But in the name of God.
Could he have pissed someone off enough to do this?
Can I ask you something?
Are you sure that the person who did this
knew that it was him in there?
You mean, like, in the confessional?
W-We rotate weeks.
This is my week, but...
...a parishioner's appendix burst
and I-I wanted to visit her in the hospital.
So, I-I asked Father Larkin to sub
for me in confession.
Do you think that maybe they thought it was me in there?
Not necessarily. It should have been m...
it should have been me in there.
You don't think they thought it w...
Oh, it should have been me.
It should have been me.
This week's St. Augustine bulletin.
It was posted in the lobby of the church.
Anyone could have seen the schedule
for the confessional hours.
Yep, says right here Father Bobby
was scheduled to be in the box this week.
That's what they call it-- the box?
I don't know. That's just what came out.
Well, you're Catholic, ain't you?
What, are you gonna sit there and tell me you ain't Irish?
Look at you. You might as well be a damn leprechaun.
Yeah, no, I'm-I'm Irish.
FRANKS: Well, then you're Catholic.
I'm lapsed, actually.
GIBBS: There's nothing in here that points to motive.
FRANKS: What, think someone's gonna write an article
telling you how they done it?
Come on, probie, you're better than that.
What's the theory?
Father Larkin was tailed into the church and killed,
possibly for being a ballbuster.
Option two:
Father Bobby was the target
and the shooter saw the schedule,
took out the wrong priest. There we go.
Two possibilities. Mary Jo.
Either way, we can't risk it. Mary Jo.
You know, these phones have intercoms.
Do you need me to show you how to press the button?
We're gonna need a protective detail on the priest.
Go ahead and start the paperwork and get the hotel, will you?
Something with less roaches than last time. I love you.
JUNIE: Baby... you got to stop.
(baby screaming)
I'll take point. Again?
Sweetie, you did protection, what, last three times now?
Yeah, she's right. I'll do it.
No, I'm-I'm good. I could use the getaway.
Take probie with you.
Show him the ropes. Dominguez,
give the boys a hand
getting the cases out of storage.
(door knob rattling) The chain's on.
Chain's o...
Sorry.
These budget cuts are killing us.
I think I saw two felonies on the way in from the parking lot.
That's probably a good thing.
No one'll come looking for him here.
That's the last of it.
You guys are pretty thorough with the packing, huh?
Gibbs, do me a favor.
Find a screwdriver in the tools,
get the door chain back on.
Father.
You should try to relax. Maybe
you could watch some TV,
do some reading.
Did you bring your Bible?
My mini bar's dry. You-you mind if I check yours?
Sure. Yeah.
Okay.
Uh, lay of the land.
You want to talk first or you want me to fix the chain?
Lay of the land first.
Really quick.
Radios are set to channel four,
which is a direct line to Mary Jo.
We rotate them from the base stations
every four hours. Excuse me.
Um, can I shut
the door? Yes, but only if
one of us is in there with you.
This is the jamming equipment,
first-aid kit, uh, emergency supplies.
You brought in the shotguns.
The ammo is... over there. All entry points
stay locked, except for the connecting door.
We blocked out the whole floor,
so it should stay quiet.
We'll rotate shifts
on-call, and...
that is about it.
Any questions, concerns?
Agent Mitchell.
He was the one protecting my family?
It was a detail like this?
Yeah, he...
he was transporting them, y-yeah.
You know him well?
Not really. I mean...
He wasn't on our squad.
He was with Artie. He was new.
Just transferred from Twentynine Palms
a couple weeks before.
Let me get that chain up.
Dr. Tango had all three bullets extracted,
had them sent here.
I'm guessing that's why we got the page.
Reminds you of the good ol' days, don't it?
The bullets?
No. You and me, burning the midnight oil.
Back before Rando was running with us,
back before probie.
Are you being sentimental right now?
No. No, I was just saying...
I ain't recommending you for the promotion.
Wow.
Okay.
Good. Great.
Oh. Hey, friends. Good to see you.
You know, if no one's manning the lab area,
you should really wait outside the door.
Woody, if that's what you want, you should hang a sign,
put some chairs out there.
Oh, those are some really supercool ideas.
Mm.
The rounds. Follow me.
Uh, the rounds we pulled from your victim
were pretty interesting.
Why don't you just get in here and take a look?
LALA: Lead balls, huh?
Murder weapon was some kind of antique? Mm-hmm.
...36 caliber ball revolver. This isn't the...
murder weapon, it's just a sample photo.
But I know you're a visual learner.
Colt Navy revolver.
Yep, leaning more towards the 1851.
It's, uh, highly sought after amongst historians
and Civil War reenactors.
Yeah, it's a weekend hobby.
You do Civil War reenactments in San Diego?
Yeah, why wouldn't I?
I... Many of my cohort are in law enforcement.
I put feelers out to friends and foes alike.
I'm a Union man.
Obviously.
WOODY: Yeah, one of his, uh,
reenactor nerd buddies works at dispatch
at the sheriff's department.
You could have just said "buddies."
Anyway, they had a robbery at a convenience store
five days ago.
The cashier was shot and killed
by the same kind of ...36 caliber round.
I went and picked up the file for you.
Case is unsolved.
Let's call up the boys.
I leave my daughter,
Dorothy Zbornak...
nothing!
You ever see this?
Golden Girls? Oh, yeah.
My wife loves it. She tapes them all.
She watches them over and over.
Usually in the middle of the night.
(phone rings)
GIBBS: Hey, Lala.
We have a baby.
Sleeping's not really his thing.
Father Larkin never missed this show.
Used to watch it every Saturday in the rectory,
and a couple times, I even saw the surly bastard laugh.
What?
You are nothing like the priests I had growing up.
Ah.
A Catholic, huh?
Randy.
Yeah, what's up?
That was Lala.
The weapon that killed Father Larkin
was used in another homicide.
When? Last week.
A cashier at a Quick 'N Swift in Logan Heights got shot.
Any suspects?
No. No, Franks
is trading info with the sheriff now.
You know something, Father?
About that cashier getting shot?
You know who did it.
How?
Killer confessed to you, didn't he?
Yes.
Who is it, Father?
Give us a name.
The information
was told to me during the sacrament.
I can't repeat it.
Father, this guy killed two people.
He killed your friend.
He could hurt someone else. I...
You got to make an exception.
I'm sorry. I can't.
I took an oath.
KOWALSKI: It's called a sacramental seal.
And it says that a priest is forbidden to disclose
anything a penitent says in confession.
There's got to be a loophole.
1951.
I'm a chaplain.
And I'm attached
to the 19th Infantry Regiment,
24th Division.
We're on the Han River, Korea,
above Incheon.
And there were times when humanity was all but lost.
I heard confessions over there
that would curl your toes.
And you never told?
Humanity was all but lost.
FRANKS: Look, maybe
you can talk to the padre,
put a word in for us. All he needs to do
is just give us a name.
It's really nice to see you two
working together like this,
in a peaceful kind of way.
Smoke and mirrors.
Come on.
Talk to the priest for us.
There's a murderer out there on the loose.
You don't like that, do you?
I know you don't like that.
Guy robs a convenience store, kills a clerk.
Confesses the sin.
Worries the priest is gonna turn him in.
So he goes to take the priest out,
he kills the wrong one.
So, what would I say to him, your priest?
How do you suppose I would convince him to break his oath
and-and point a finger?
(scoffs) I ain't got no clue, Kowalski.
You're the man of the cloth.
Not anymore.
JUNIE: I mean,
I don't want to jinx it, but I think
we might officially be colic survivors.
That's great, baby.
You good?
Yep. Gibbs is taking first shifts.
I'm gonna get some sleep.
Maybe next time... (exhales)
you shouldn't feel like you have to keep volunteering
for protection duty...
Yeah, no, I-I know, honey.
Love you.
Love you, too, baby.
(alarm ringing)
♪ ♪
You guys good?
GIBBS: Yeah.
I'll check it out. Stay here, stay on the radio,
Lock the door behind me. Copy.
(clattering)
Federal agent! Stop!
(grunting)
Randy, should we evac?
(door thudding)
Father, get in the bathroom and lock the door. Let's go.
(banging continues)
Freeze! Hands! Hands!
(grunting)
(groans)
GIBBS: Randy.
I got a guy in here. He was breaking in.
I got him cuffed. Do you copy?
Randy, do you copy?
Didn't have to choke me out, man.
What was that?
Said you didn't have to choke me out.
Wow, okay.
Well, we're all entitled to our own opinions.
How'd you know that we were here?
We saw you.
Saw us where? You tail us from base?
From the church? Where?
Nah, man, we s-saw you here. In the parking lot.
Look, the best thing that you can do for your futures
is tell me how we got here.
You kill two people
and you come here gunning for a third,
your options are running ou...
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
You-you think we killed someone?
We didn't kill no one.
We weren't gunning for no one, we weren't even carrying.
You take a weapon off him? No.
We saw you loading out the cases in the parking lot.
We didn't know you were cops.
Thought you were setting up here to sell it or something.
You pulled the fire alarm to steal our stuff?
Get you out the room.
Father Bobby, back inside.
You guys got a priest in there?
In your room. Now.
It's not secure for you out here.
Pretty sure I know the person
that we're looking for.
I thought you got that.
Yeah. I did, I-I got that.
It's not them.
Seriously, dude.
You guys some kind of God cops?
Dumbass one.
Dumbass two.
No connection to our murder?
Nope.
City picked 'em up a couple two, three times
for theft and disorderly.
They didn't care about no priest,
they just wanted to lift our gear.
Where exactly is this hotel?
Budget cuts, Cliff.
Yeah. Right.
Speaking of... (clears throat)
You heard there's only, uh,
one bump for the office this quarter, yeah?
Yeah, I heard it 'cause you said it to me.
Well, I need your rec.
I'm percolating.
What?
I wasn't gonna give a rec this time around,
but, uh... now I don't know.
I'm thinking on it.
What about Dominguez? She's due.
She'd be good for it, no? (sighs)
Tell you what, Cliff.
She's going through a case report now.
Our priest killer shot a guy
at a convenience store a few days back.
Used an old Colt.
I'll let you know what she comes up with.
All right? Okay? Hey, Mike.
Take this crap with you. I don't like clutter.
And, uh, take your time bringing those guys in.
Holding is full. Yeah, I know.
Gibbs is taking 'em to city.
Wait, you let him leave the hotel?
It's compromised.
Yeah, I'm aware, Cliff.
Transport was too risky.
So I sent in reinforcements.
You with me, Gary? Mm-hmm.
Let's see what we got here.
Damn.
Somebody beat the hell out of this thing.
Thought you were going back to the hotel.
Oh. Herm's there with Randy now,
so I thought I'd come in... I'm just asking.
You don't have to sell it to me, I'm not your boss.
Well, you're one of 'em.
Need a coffee, boss?
Yeah. So,
case file says that the guy who robbed
the convenience store was high on something.
Witness described him as volatile.
What, he was raging? He was crying.
Sounds like the gun went off by mistake
or he just immediately regretted it, who knows.
Regret tracks with him confessing after.
I had the church secretary fax me a list
of past and present members.
You cross-reference it with drug convictions?
That's what's coming in right now.
But, I mean,
he doesn't have to belong to the church
for him to know Father Bobby. He could be,
you know, he could be anyone. So, you're sitting here
doing all this when the priest knows the answer.
That doesn't seem right.
Made sense to Kowalski.
Did you know that, uh, that he was an Army chaplain?
Hmm?
Did you know Randy choked a guy out?
Tonight? Yeah.
One of the guys who came after us.
Didn't know Rando had it in him.
He's criminally underestimated. (chuckles)
I asked him about Agent Mitchell.
Oh, yeah?
A while back,
I wrote a letter to Mitchell's family, but...
...I never mailed it.
It's nice you wrote it.
I'm so sad I missed old Rando choking a guy out.
(chuckles)
Didn't know he was so pumped under those suits, huh?
Good night.
BOBBY: Three months and change.
Smoke-free.
How about you?
You're not gonna be safe until we get this guy.
If you give us a name,
I-I think God will understand.
My wife thinks I haven't smoked in over a month.
that's only because I've been lying to her.
Been sneaking 'em.
Can't be easy.
The guilt?
You have no idea.
Think I have a clue.
A man is dead because
I asked him to cover for me.
And I got to figure out a way to live with that.
This is weird.
This must be like a...
a magical priest thing.
You get this a lot?
Do you want to get it off your chest?
(door closes)
Uh...
It's been a long time since my last confession.
Like...
a long time.
Like, um, middle school,
Yeah.
A little while after my son was born,
I was handed a protection detail.
It was high risk.
A woman witnessed a murder. She had a target on her.
I was assigned to protect her.
Like you're doing for me.
Yeah, but I had a newborn at home.
And he was colicky.
And we thought something
might really be wrong with him,
but we didn't-we didn't know.
We were up all night with him, it was days in a row,
I was-I was stressed, I was exhausted.
I went to my boss.
I asked him to pull me off the detail, you know,
'cause I w-I was worried I'd mess it up
'cause I was so tired.
And another agent, Mitchell--
he took my place.
Mitchell was driving that woman and her little girl
to a safe house.
He was shot in the head.
All three of them were killed.
And you think it's your fault?
I think I didn't do my job.
What if you had been there?
Then Mitchell would still be alive
and his-his son would still have a father.
What about your son in all of this?
It's hard.
It's hard for me to look at him sometimes, Father.
When I look too long at my son,
all I can think about is Mitchell's.
I have to turn away.
(sniffles)
(sighs)
God.
(sniffles, exhales)
Damn. Sorry.
It's okay. Dang.
Meant to say dang.
(panting)
I feel really awkward right now.
The only thing that you should feel right now is brave.
You're brave enough to face your story.
If it's okay with you, um...
...I'd like to come clean too.
(exhales sharply)
Liquid courage.
I lied.
About what?
I didn't ask Father Larkin to sub for me
so that I could visit a parishioner in the hospital.
I visited her at her house.
And, uh...
Nothing happened, but...
...I know what I'm feeling for her.
You're asking me to break the sacramental seal and...
...I've already failed in so many ways.
That's it?
Oh, my God.
Oh, thank God!
I thought you were gonna confess to murder, man.
(laughs)
Oh, wow.
I really did. Oh!
That was gonna screw up
my entire belief system. A-And your life, too,
it-it would definitely screw up your whole life. Wow!
Ah! This is great news.
(exclaims)
I am so happy right now.
(knocking) Yeah, yeah. Coming.
Y'all good in here? I heard yelling.
Yeah, yeah, we're good.
Shoot.
Got so busy with that camcorder, I forgot.
I got a friend, Kowalski, used to be a priest,
told me to give this to you. Kowalski was a priest?
Yeah, man. Y-You got to take the time to talk to him.
Dude's unbelievable, and he got some crazy stories about Korea.
Father, you okay?
Joshua Adams.
That's the name of the guy that you're looking for.
His mother is the congregation secretary, and...
...she'll know where to find him.
I'll let the team know.
Agent Randolf...
...do you believe in well-timed signs from God?
I don't know.
Pretty sure that was meant for both of us.
CHORUS: ♪ Live ♪
♪ Be not ♪
♪ Afraid ♪
(door opens) ♪ I go before you ♪
♪ Always ♪
(door closes) ♪ Come ♪
♪ Follow me ♪
♪ And I will give you ♪
♪ Rest ♪
♪ If you pass through raging waters ♪
♪ In the sea ♪
♪ You shall not drown ♪
♪ If you walk amid the burning flames... ♪
Weapon looks something like this.
GIBBS: Does your son have access
to anything like that?
My father has a cabinet of antiques.
My son-- he struggles.
He struggles with drugs and alcohol.
I brought him here to church.
I thought it would help him.
He was getting better.
Ma'am, do you have any idea
where we might be able to find him?
He didn't come home last night.
When he doesn't come home...
Have you heard of the Devil's Throne?
Chairs in the tunnels?
♪ ♪
Federal agents! Josh!
Step aside!
Hey! Back up! (men clamoring)
Back up! Hey! GIBBS: Let me see your hands!
Hey! Get your hands up!
Dominguez! I got you.
You'll never know.
Hey! Hey!
Stay.
Clear a path.
GIBBS: Keep your hands up. Clear a path.
GIBBS: Hands where I can see 'em.
Hands where... Back against the wall.
Against the wall.
Back up. Joshua Adams. You know him?
Stay. Stay right there. Joshua Adams.
Don't move. Do you know him?
GIBBS: NIS. (woman laughing)
Joshua Adams. You know him? Huh?
GIBBS: Move. Move. Get your hands up. Hey, he come here?
Sit down. Get your hands up where I can see them.
(laughs) LALA: Against the wall. Stay here.
Joshua Adams. You know him?
Joshua Adams. You know him? Hey.
Hey. Don't...
GIBBS: Stay right there
until I tell you to.
Move this way. I want your backs against the wall,
your butts on the floor. (indistinct chatter)
GIBBS: Stay right there until I tell you. Dominguez.
LALA: Yeah?
(man crying)
FRANKS: Joshua Adams.
Freeze.
All right, baby, I got it.
"Protection detail complete,
Father is back at the church."
I'm writing it down.
Okay, talk to you tomorrow. Uh-huh.
Okay, then...
Okay.
Honey, you can stop talking now.
Go home and get some sleep.
Bye-bye. (sighs)
Randolf?
(chuckles) How'd you guess?
Priest cracked, huh?
He did.
How you doing, Mary Jo?
You know. Good days and bad.
What do you say we go grab a drink
and drown our sorrows?
I got the first round. (laughs)
Good night, Vera.
Knock 'em dead tomorrow.
Yeah, knock 'em dead tomorrow.
Thank you, my people.
HERM: Here you go.
(chuckles)
You're all set.
Power on.
Look in there. Okay.
(laughs)
Herm, you're a legend.
(laughs): Oh. I owe you.
(grunts)
Frickin' legend.
FRANKS: Hey.
(sighs) Dominguez still here?
Who's asking?
Me, Vera. She here?
Oh. No idea.
You heading out?
Yeah.
Just talked to Wheeler.
I went up there to recommend you for the bump,
then I didn't.
What do you want me to say, Mike?
That's better than nothing?
You don't belong on track to being a Wheeler.
You belong in the dirt with me.
(door opens)
♪ ♪
(door closes)
OLDER GIBBS: I think a lot about that rule now,
how to keep a secret.
♪ Hold on tightly ♪
♪ Let go lightly ♪
♪ It's only surrender ♪
♪ It's all in the game ♪
♪ If you just hold on tightly ♪
♪ Let go lightly ♪
♪ There's always forgiveness ♪
♪ And no one to blame... ♪
If I could go back,
I wouldn't have held on to so many secrets
and I wouldn't have kept them for so long.
♪ Hold on tightly ♪
♪ Let go lightly ♪
♪ It's only surrender, it's all in... ♪
OLDER GIBBS: If I could go back,
I'd spend less time hiding.
I'd spend less time burying things
that should have been said...
(clears throat)
OLDER GIBBS: ...because some secrets don't fall under any rule.
Uh, so...
...should I call you Jamison?
People call me Bugs.
OLDER GIBBS: Some secrets
aren't meant to be kept.
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