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Here you go.
Thank you.

(music blaring, lively
conversation and laughter)

(drinks splash)
Whoa!

Uh, excuse me.

Why should I excuse you?

I did it on purpose.

I'm sorry, what?!

(raises voice): I said, I bumped into you
on purpose.

I'm flirting with you.

Oh!

Uh... okay.
(nervously laughs)

Thanks. Uh...

But I'm actually here
with somebody.

Who brings a date
to a mixer?!

Thanks.

I'm back.

Thank God.

I had to fight off
two young professionals

who wanted to show me
their paystubs.

Is that a euphemism?

TONY:
Oh! McGee, I can hear you.

McGEE:
Well, I should hope so.

Oh, there you go.

Got, 'em. All right.

I mean, I'm, I still got

a little bit
of an issue, but...

(beats on console)

That'll come online
in a second, boss.

I probably should have
taken the job inside.

BISHOP:
Um... don't think that

would have been good idea.

Bishop's right.

There's enough
eye candy in here

to send you into
diabetic shock.

That's fine, Tim,

but I'm fully capable
of handling

your dweeb-centric...
responsibilities.

Hey...

Oh! There we go!
There we go.

DiNozzo...
Hmm?

We don't have all night.

All right, let's catch
ourselves a burglar.

Wayne "The Snail" Levinson.

I sent you guys

a glamour shot
to keep him fresh.

Anyone have any idea
why they call him "The Snail"?

He's probably
a slow mover.

Can we just stick

to the essentials, please?
Oh, I'm sorry, Tim!

Remember, cameras on
the outside only.

Be smart.

He could be armed.

What if...?

Wait...
I think I see Levinson.

He's headed towards
the south end.

He just went in the back.

GIBBS:
Wait...

give him a second.

We have to catch him in the act.

Copy that.

You ready?

Yeah.

This is the best part.

NCIS!

Put your hands
on your head!

Hey!

BISHOP:
Gibbs, he's running.

Heading toward Brand!

Move!

He's definitely
not a slow mover!

He just turned north!

(engine revving)

(tires screeching)

NCIS. Get your hands up.

(chuckles)

We got him.

TONY:
Nice job, everybody.

"The Snail"
just became escargot.

He's cooked.

Fini.

JACKSON:
Come on now, Leroy.

(Jackson chuckles)

McGEE:
Boss, we'll match his prints

to those other burglaries
once we get back.

Yeah. Do that.

♪ NCIS 11x24 ♪
Honor Thy Father
Original Air Date on May 13, 2014

== sync, corrected by elderman ==
@elder_man

♪

Breaking news this morning
from aboard a U.S. Navy ship:

The USS Niagara
was conducting

a routine training exercise

some 200 miles
off the coast of Maryland--

that's when fire broke out
in the ship's galley.

Are you listening to this?
Should I be?

(on TV):
...the fire has been contained;

no casualties were reported.

I really need to
pay more attention when I cook.

The last time
I made craw-chiladas,

I almost burned down the house.

Ooh...

craw-chiladas.
Crawfish enchiladas.

I got the recipe
when I was down in New Orleans.

They're my new favorite
thinking food.

Hey, how'd it go
with Levinson?

Charged him for last night.

Got him to confess to

the three other burglaries

he was suspected of
in Annapolis.

Case closed before breakfast.

Bishop, you talk to
the bar owner?

I did. Uh, Levinson's
same old M.O.:

He identified a place

without proper security
and made his move.

Bar owner said the safe
has been broken for months.

You want to bet
he's gonna get it fixed now?

He was really glad
we were there.

Said he's gonna change
the name of the bar from

the Green Star
to the Lucky Star. (laughs)

TONY:
Speaking of lucky...

I feel like I was
the lucky one last night...

spending
a little quality time

with Mr. Gibbs
in the surveillance van.

Plus, I got to do
that very cool,

cut-off-the-perp move.

Good stuff.

By the way, Tim,
how was your run?

Chasing after "Snail,"

I guess he wasn't so slow

after all, huh?

Yes, Tony, the name is ironic.
(laughs) Yeah.

It's like when they
call a big guy "Tiny""

Gibbs.

(knocking on door,
door opens)

Have a seat.

It's not about Levinson?

No.

Okay. Then what?

Employee of your father's

called the office
looking for you.

He didn't have your cell.

Gibbs, your father had a stroke.

I'm sorry.

He's gone.

ABBY: I think we should
go with this company,

'cause their delivery service
reviews are awesome

and you know,
Gibbs will be in Stillwater

in like 48 minutes.

Abbs,

we don't have to have
the flowers on the curb

when he
gets out of the car.

I know that, but,
and also the other great thing

is that you can customize.

I was thinking
something simple like this.

BISHOP:
Wow.

JIMMY:
Are those suspenders?

Yeah. Uh-huh.
And then we can add

five Jackson-themed
balloons.

I'm just not sure what shape
they should be yet.

Abby, Gibbs is gonna appreciate
whatever we send.

There's no reason
to stress.

I have to stress...

because if I don't stress,
then I'll stop and if I stop,

I'm gonna get
really, really sad.

When my grandma died,

it helped me
just to talk about her.

Maybe you guys could tell me
what Jackson was like.

He gave the best hugs.

He was the only one that
could do the

"Gibbs stare" at Gibbs.

TONY:
With those icy-blue eyes.

He gave me the sweater
off his back once.

White.

Two functional pockets.

Very soft.

I just wish Gibbs had...

taken one of us with him,
you know?

I wish there was something
we could do to help.

Best thing we can do for Gibbs
is stay focused and do the job.

Agreed.

And the focus starts now.

Agents DiNozzo, McGee, Bishop--

with me to MTAC.

Following you
to MTAC, sir.

CRAIG:
Director, agents,

despite media reports,

today's incident
onboard the USS Niagara

was not an
accidental galley fire.

This was intentional.

JENKINS:
It appears an incendiary device

was brought onboard
by a civilian contractor.

Casualties.

CRAIG:
Five wounded. One dead.

The contractor
was confronted and shot

trying to evade capture.

Why the Niagara?

Director...

we are carrying prisoners.

Terrorists who've
been indicted.

My team was conducting
onboard interrogations

to gain intel.

We believe the fire was a
diversion and a means to an end.

This is a prison break.

CRAIG:
Yes.

Two prisoners did manage
to escape in the chaos.

Who are they?

JENKINS: Most of
the prisoners were captured

based on intel from your
interrogation of Benham Parsa.

Brotherhood of Doubt

was trying to free its members.

JENKINS:
Had the fire reached

its full potential,

more would have escaped.

The Brotherhood
stood to gain,

but it's highly unlikely
they were responsible.

When NCIS captured
and killed Parsa,

the Brotherhood
was financially ruined.

When NCIS captured
They're basically powerless.

Big picture will come.

Captain, what are
we looking for?

Evidence suggests
the prisoners escaped on a RIB.

Speed: forty-plus knots.

Range: 200-plus nautical miles.

McGEE:
What are the stats

on the escapees?

(keypad beeping quietly)

Put it away.

Oh. Excuse me, sir.

I'll be right back in,
I was just gonna call--

I know what you're doing,
Agent DiNozzo, and I said stop.

With all due respect, sir,

I think Gibbs
would want the update.

You brief him,

he'll be back at his desk
before lunch.

That's his call.

No. It's my call.

Gibbs needs time.

It's my job
to make sure he takes it.

Anyone else I would agree, sir,
but, Leroy Jethro Gibbs?

Can you handle
point on this or not?

Of course I can.

Good.

Then inform your team,
Agent DiNozzo.

Gibbs stays where he is.

No contact.

Are we clear?

Clear as a bell, sir.

(sighs)

JACKSON: No one was ever allowed
to touch that Winchester.

You tell a kid
he can't have a rifle

and he grows up to be a sniper.

Wait, are you saying
we can't call Gibbs at all?

Well, technically,
I guess you could call him,

you just can't talk ships

or prison breaks.
But, he's Gibbs.

He'll know everything
by the way you're breathing.

No calling Gibbs.

Okay. Let's do this.
What do we know?

Uh...

two prisoners are believed
to have escaped the Niagara

aboard a
Rigid-hulled Inflatable Boat.

The Niagara's radar
was compromised by the fire.

RIB started out
around 0500 unnoticed

and could have headed
in any direction.

Narrows it down.
What about the prisoners?

Escapee number one
is Edwin Smith.

42, Canadian and one of the
few prisoners aboard the Niagara

with no ties to
the Brotherhood of Doubt.

Looks like he put in eight years

as an engineer
on a cruise ship.

Experience could come
in handy out there.

Escapee number two
is Lateef Mir, 30.

Born and raised in Karachi.

Mir assassinated a group

of American journalists
in Pakistan

in the name of Parsa.

Guy's been tied
to the Brotherhood of Doubt

since it started.

Don't get too attached
to the picture, though.

Mir's a chameleon.
He's highly skilled

at changing his appearance
and taking on new identities.

I saw a surveillance photo
of this guy a few years ago.

I can't believe
that's the same guy.

ABBY:
So what, McGee?

You don't check
your e-mail anymore?

Why, did you send
me something?

Yes, a satellite image.

Abby, this e-mail came through
two minutes ago.

Two minutes is two years
in Abby time, you know that.

What is it?

Okay, based on ocean currents,
the time of departure

and the amount of fuel,
I was able to narrow down

the search area for the RIB.

This is piece
of protected shore

in Cape Henlopen State Park
in Delaware,

and this object

has the same dimensions

as our missing RIB.

McGee, call it in to FBI
and DHS.

Bishop, you're with me.

Abby, nicely done.

That's it over there.

Matches the specs.

Definitely Navy.

Oh, boy.

Looks like Edwin Smith.

Yep.

Then where's the chameleon?

DUCKY:
Ah, the sea...

once it casts its spell,

holds one in its net
of wonder forever.

That's Jacques Cousteau, right?

Yeah.
Oh, I love that guy.

You know, I have The Undersea
World of Jacques Cousteau

on DVD-- can't wait
to watch it with the kiddos.

"Kiddos" plural?

You and Breena
are expecting twins?

Oh, I thought I
told you, Doctor.

Once we found out that we
were pregnant, we decided

that it was just a sign we were
meant to have two.

So, you know, we're gonna
adopt a second eventually.

Why not a third or a fourth?

(chuckles)
Two boys and two girls.

I can just see it now.

You and Breena

with a-a row of ducklings

following behind.

I can see that, too.

All right.
Thanks.

Thanks.

Ranger's people
didn't see anything.

We need to move.

Mir's got a head start.

He's gonna use it. BOLO?

It's out wide.

Local LEOs are canvassing.

All right, let's finish this

and get back out there.

How's it looking, Duck man?

First things first,
with whom are we sailing?

Fingerprint positively
I.D.'d him as Edwin Smith.

Ah, our Canadian terrorist.

Well, we know that he
was on the Niagara

when the fire broke out.

That shrapnel, Doctor?

Yeah, that would be
my conjecture.

An explosion as a result
of the inferno.

Think that's what killed him?
No.

No, no. Look here.

He has a thumb-impression

contusion on his neck,

and conjunctival
petechiae.

This man was strangled.

Well, he was
great with boats.

Good to have around.

Once they got shore,

Mir eliminated
the extra baggage.

All right,
we got to get

this RIB back to Abby.

(phone rings, Tony groans)

Damn.

What?

It's Gibbs.

Tony!

Good heavens, did-did you...

just press "Ignore"?

Are you insane?

What am I supposed to do?

Director's orders.

It's like I can feel Gibbs
looking at me through the phone.

You've reached Very Special
Agent Anthony DiNozzo.

I can't get to the phone.
Please leave me a message.

Hey. DiNozzo.

I'm checking in.

Call me back, huh?

(phone beeps off)

(clears throat)

JACKSON: I want you
to get another opinion.

ANN: It's not about what you want,
Jackson.

JACKSON: Then tell me
I'm wrong. (sighs)

I can't do this anymore.

Why is Mom mad at you?

YOUNG MAN: Excuse me.
(knocking)

Agent Gibbs?

I'm sorry to bother you.
I'm Cal.

Cal Frazier.

Cal.

You worked at the store.

Yeah. Jackson mentioned me?

He spoke highly.

Well, I don't know about that.

I did mostly lifting
and stocking.

No, he said you had
a real head for business.

He did?

I was... there when it happened.

I know.

I tried to, um...

I wish there was something
I could've done.

Cal...

there wasn't.

Oh... This is, uh,

(keys jingling)
my set to the store.

I came by to bring them
back to you.

Appreciate it.

Jackson Gibbs saved my life.

I was headed down a bad road
when he hired me.

He said that, uh, the world
was bad enough as it is.

You've got no right

to make it worse.
To make it any worse.

Yeah. You know,

no one ever cared enough to say
stuff like that to me before.

Hey.

Are you busy?

Sir?

I could use some help

getting the store ready to sell.

Of course.

TONY:
Ready when you are, Captain.

Good. Then we won't waste time
on pleasantries.

I'm sure the name Fu'ad Hansur
means something to you.

Yes. Parsa gave up Hansur

as his second in command
during my interrogation.

JENKINS: Hansur evaded our roundup,
but today he showed his face.

On behalf of the Brotherhood,
he released a video

claiming responsibility
for the break.

Thought you said he didn't have
the funding to pull this off.

They don't. It's why we believe
Hansur is lying.

What is your progress
on the search for Lateef Mir?

DNA confirmed he was in the RIB.
We're coordinating

with FBI and DHS
to follow up

on any credible sightings.
CRAIG: Anything promising?

Nothing we'd be comfortable
calling solid.

Use all your resources.

You need to apprehend Mir now.

I've interrogated him myself.

He's not the type to settle
into a quiet life.

Hairs! Hairs! Hairs!

She really likes it
when there are hairs.

I do. Because a hair is
worth a thousand words,

and I found tons of
them on the RIB.

Some belonged to Smith, but...

most were from Lateef Mir.

The thickness
and the texture

confirm that these are
facial hair.

What do you see?

Straight edge.

He shaved.

Both his head
and his beard.

This eyebrow hair wasn't shaved,

but it was
bleached.

He's already turning himself
into someone else.

I used everything that I found,
and I made a new composite.

Before...

After.

I would've walked
right by him.

We should add it
to the BOLO.

I already did,
and I got a hit.

An off-duty cop saw
this Lateef Mir walk into a bar,

go into the back room
and then leave.

What bar?
The Green Star Bar and Grill.

What?

The same one Levinson tried
to rob last night?

Not moving so fast now,
eh, Snail?

That'll be all, thank you.

What were you doing at
the Green Star last night?

You know what I was doing.

I was robbing the place.

Well, I think there's more
to the story than that.

You don't get it.

I'd rather take the hit
than rat on these people.

If I talk,
I'm dead.

If you don't talk, you're dead.

You see, Snail,

you're what they call
a loose end.

So the only way you're safe
is if I take these guys down.

Believe it or not,

I'm the only friend you've got.

I wasn't robbing the place.

The money I took
from the safe was mine.

It was payment.

For what?

For my end.

Three untraceable guns.
Glocks.

I left 'em in the safe.

Some guy was gonna
pick 'em up later today.

Lateef Mir?

I don't know.

Wasn't my business.

They paid me half up front
and half in the safe.

"They" who? Who paid you?

The lady that dropped off
the up-front was Hispanic.

30s, maybe younger.

She had a baby with her.

Name?
She didn't say.

She's just a gopher.

The job came from a guy
I met in prison.

Name's Rivera.

Alejandro Rivera.

Oh, wow.
Who's Rivera?

Mexican drug cartel.

Tried to kill Gibbs
a few years back.

It's a long story but

not one of the
boss's biggest fans.

He told me it wasn't loaded.

(chuckling)

(quiet laugh)

I'll put this in the garage.

Thanks.

(phone ringing)

Yeah?

DiNozzo, where you been?

Boss, we need to talk.

That bad?

Worse.

Forgive me
if I don't get up.

(wry laugh)

(grunts)
Rivera.

For a dirt bag in prison,
you look surprisingly decent.

Hmm. What did you expect,
Agent DiNozzo?

That I would let myself go?

You know me
better than that.

(chuckles)

Let's see.

What else have you missed?

Paloma.

We had the most beautiful
ceremony for my sister.

I was granted
permission to attend.

Her godson read a poem
by Tennessee Williams.

Yes.

"We have not long to love.

A night. A day."

Paloma loved poetry.

She was a special lady,
your sister.

Tell me, Agent DiNozzo.

To what do I owe
this pleasure?

Lateef Mir.

Never heard of him.
Oh, come on.

Dues-paying member
of the Brotherhood of Doubt,

takes orders from Fu'ad Hansur.

What is it
that you think you know?

Okay.

We'll keep it simple.

Wayne the Snail.

Levinson?

He was here for a time.

But he was released.

You hired him to drop off
some guns for Mir.

I have not had
contact with Levinson

since the day he
left this place.

That's your story
and you're sticking to it.

(clicks tongue)
Got it.

Last chance
to change your mind.

I don't know anything about it.

Huh.

Mm.

Tell Agent Gibbs to get well.

Ah. He must have a
touch of the flu, no?

Otherwise, I'd be forced
to believe that he was

too much of a coward
to face me in person.

(wry chuckle)

He murdered my father
in cold blood.

Did you know that
about your boss?

I don't know anything about it.

What did he say?
Claimed he didn't

hire Levinson
to drop off the guns.

Well, lying must
run in the family.

I went to talk to the owner
of the Green Star.

Turns out, he is Rivera's
second cousin.

Of course he is.

He gave you the runaround?

Stuck to his story.

Said as far as he knew,
we saved him

from getting robbed last night.

You check the safe?
Yup.

No guns.
Cousin probably took them out

the minute he knew we were
outside chasing Levinson.

Then handed them over to Lateef
Mir when he stopped by today.

I got something.

Probably has nothing
to do with what you were

just talking about,

but... Leticia Gomez.

Found her name
in the prison log.

She visited Rivera twice
in the last month.

Hospital records show she
had a baby eight months ago.

Matches Levinson's description
of the gopher who paid him.

Let's bring her in.

Boss?

Gibbs.

I had a right to know.

I can't have you on this.

My team is in the field...

I get a call.

I was respecting
your situation, Gibbs.

Let's not turn this
into something else.

I don't need to be handled.

Your head is not here.
Don't tell me

me where my head is at.

I am here, Director.
I am on this.

What did you say to me
after Jackie died?

What did you
tell me to do?

I was out for two months.

That was different.

It's been half a day, Gibbs.

He was your father.

He was. And now he's dead.

And I still have a job to do.

And I didn't?

I am not you.

As director of this agency,

I'm placing you on
administrative leave.

As your friend,

I'm telling you to get
the hell out of here

before you say something
I can't let go.

Leon...

This job.

It's what I have.

Don't ever tell my team
to hold out on me again.

Sorry, I...
couldn't find a sitter.

What's her name?

Ana.

I can't lose her.

Then you need to tell us
what you know, Leticia.

I met Alejandro about
eight years ago. He was in DC

on business.
I was a waitress.

I spilled coffee
on him.

How well do you
know him now?

If he asks,
I do jobs for him.

Simple jobs,
to support my daughter.

Yes. I delivered a payment
to Wayne Levinson.

When I found out
I was pregnant,

Ana's father left me.

I wrote a letter to Alejandro.

Then I visited.

It went from there.

Went where?

I love him. He loves me, too.

Look, he tells me things,
but he doesn't...

Leticia, your daughter
needs you more than he does.

I know that.

Child and Family Services
is a phone call away.

(sniffles)

Alejandro has a network
on the outside.

The Reynosa Cartel.
He hooked them up

with some of the people he knew
in the Mexican government.

Made the cartel stronger.

He's ashamed to be involved with
drugs, but it's the only way.

For what?

Lately, all he could
talk about was

this guy Parsa on the news.

After NCIS
killed Parsa,

Alejandro made contact
with the Brotherhood.

He used cartel money
to fund their prison break

because they had
an enemy in common.

Any prisoner who escaped

was ordered to hunt down
and kill your Agent Gibbs.

(water running distance)

(water continues running)

(Gibbs sighs, groans)

(water trickling)

(water running)

(electricity sizzling,
crackling, popping)

(sighs)

I bagged the weapon.

Glock 19

with the serial
number filed off,

just like Levinson said.

Most people mourn the passing
of a loved one with a wake

or sitting shiva.
Both involve spending time

with relatives only seen
on such occasions.

Not my style, Duck.

Clearly, Jethro. Ah.

I sincerely hope

this is the last
professional visit

I make to your
basement, Jethro.

It's becoming unduly repetitive.

Gibbs, anything
else I should get?

DUCKY:
Would you be so kind

as to document his
fingers, Eleanor?

Sure.

Acid burns on the tips.

Precisely.

What better way
for Mir to become

the quintessential everyman

than by searing off
his identifying features?

GIBBS: We'll talk when you get back, Dad.
JACKSON: Yeah.

Why is Mom mad at you?

Leroy...

there's a lot in this world

you can't make right.

But this...

This, you can always make right.

And that's a start.

Jethro, why don't you
go back to Stillwater?

Funerals are impossible
to plan at a distance.

There's nothing for you here.

Something I got to do first.

Agent Gibbs.

Bienvenido a mi casa.

(chuckling):
Please.

Old friends shouldn't be shy.

What can I do for you?

I heard you were asking
for me, so I came.

Oh. This is your plan?

To twiddle your thumbs
until I confess to something?

I don't need anything from you.

Oh.

Everyone needs something,
do they not?

What about your girlfriend?

Excuse me?

What does she need?

Other than better taste in men.

It's a copy
of a statement written by

Leticia Gomez.

Says that you farmed out
all your dirty work

to the Brotherhood of Doubt
because you thought

they couldn't be traced back
to you or your network.

She gave you up.

Fu'ad Hansur's
compound last night.

CIA followed your funding trail
straight to it.

Intel suggests
that all remaining leaders

of the Brotherhood
were killed in the strike.

GIBBS:
Like I said,

I don't need a confession
from you, Alejandro.

You think I'm dirt?

You think my father was dirt?

Damn right I do.

He took your family,

but he was still my father.

He taught me to swing a bat.

(voice breaking): He... told me I could be
a better man than he was.

And you took him from me.

You turned me into this.

You choose...

who you are without him.

Yes, I choose.

Each day, I choose
to think of my father.

I choose to think of my sister.

And every moment that is left,

I choose to think
of seeing you dead.

(chuckles)

But none of
this matters.

I have freed the Devil's men,

and they hate you
as much as I do.

Sooner or later,
they will strike.

(paper rustling)

The only one
who escaped was Lateef Mir.

That's him.

They let you watch TV
in here?

You should turn
on the news tonight.

You'll see his picture,

your picture.

It'll be great

Guard?

We're done here.

Guard!

Man, I wish I could've
seen Rivera's face

when Gibbs laid
the smack down.

You think he had a little
chin-quiver going on?

I love a good
bad-guy chin quiver.

McGee, you're late.
No. Boss gave me

the morning off.
It's Delilah's birthday

next week,
so I thought I'd send her...

Did you take a picture
of Rivera's face?

No. Why?

I always miss the good stuff.
ABBY: Gibbs!

Gibbs! Gibbs!

I need Gibbs in an
emergency way.

Where is he?

Uh, probably
in Stillwater by now.

What?

Abby, breathe and give
us something to go on.

I got the DNA back.

The guy that Gibbs killed in
his basement was not Lateef Mir.

What do you mean?

The dead guy's name
is Dar Tareen.

He's a hired mercenary.
Mir planted those hairs

in the RIB to make us think
that's what he looked like.

Then he hired Tareen to take
on that look and go after Gibbs.

Mir is still out there,
and he could look like anyone.

Boss isn't picking up.

(country music playing
over radio)

♪ Have you someone... ♪

♪ In Heaven waiting? ♪

(phone buzzing)

(door creaks open)

Hey, Cal, that you?

♪ Be ready to join ♪

♪ That great band of angels ♪

♪ When they welcome you in... ♪

(tool clanks onto floor)

(song continues indistinctly
over radio)

(yelling, grunting)

(grunting)

(yells, groans)

(sighs heavily)

(door opens,
door bells jingle)

You're early.

Well, Jackson always said

if you're not early,
you're late.

Still the 20 minutes?

No, he bumped it up to 30.

We could, uh,
take my car if you want.

It's right out front.

Cal, do something for me?

Sure. Anything.

You want me
to lock the back up?

I want you to take the store.

It's yours.

It's what Dad would have wanted.

Well, I, uh, I'm not...
I mean, I mean, I don't...

I don't even...
I don't even how to...

Just do good work.

I will.

(door bells jingle)

♪ Shadows are falling ♪

♪ And I'm running
out of breath ♪

♪ Keep me in your heart
for a while ♪

♪ If I leave you it doesn't mean
I love you any less ♪

♪ Keep me in your heart
for a while ♪

♪ When you get up in the morning
and you see that crazy sun ♪

♪ Keep me in your heart
for a while ♪

♪ There's a train leaving
nightly ♪

♪ Called
"When All is Said and Done" ♪

♪ Keep me in your heart
for a while... ♪

Thanks for making
the trip, L.J.

He was proud
of you, Leroy.

Yeah, well...
proud of him, too.

"Yea, though I walk through the
valley of the shadow of death,

"I will fear no evil:
for Thou art with me.

Thy rod and Thy staff..."

♪ Hold me in your thoughts,
take me to your dreams ♪

♪ Touch me
as I fall into view ♪

♪ And when the winter comes ♪

♪ Keep the fires lit ♪

♪ And I will be
right next to you... ♪

(sighs)

(song fades)

(playing "Taps")

("Taps" fades)

Mom!
Hey, Chickadee.

We made this for you.

(Ann gasps)

You know
what your grandpa used to say?

"Water never forgets."

Anyone with a boat named
after them will live forever.

How about that?

Hey, you two! Wait up!

You ready to sail it?

Oh!
All right.

Let's go.

Don't let go
of it now, son.

(echoing):
Don't let go...

(blows)

== sync, corrected by elderman ==
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