Baker 46, County.
Baker 46, go ahead.
County, I'm in pursuit, late model SUV, dark in color,
heading westbound, S.R. 74.
Plates?
Not close enough.
Vehicle turning north toward Harrington Lake.
Baker 46, my paperwork says you are transporting a suspect.
Slow down, damn it, slow down.
You'll be fine. No, I won't.
Sheriff, county codes don't allow
for pursuits with suspects in transport.
Screw the codes, County. This guy's weaving all over the road.
He's gonna kill somebody.
- Sheriff! Please! - Shut up, Billings!
Annie.
Scrambled or over easy?
Ugh, I'm never camping with you again.
Come on, sis, that's just your stomach talking.
It's too early, and I didn't get much sleep.
You don't want to miss the sunrise.
Annie, look out!
Oh!
Trevor, go help!
Annie, stop! Let me go.
Hey.
Hey, are you all right?
There's another guy.
In the car.
Oh, my God.
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Oh, Jimmy, these are perfect.
The twins are going through so many clothes,
I can't even tell you.
Yeah, happy to help.
Baby Morgan can have all of Victoria's hand-me-downs.
Hey, Torres, look.
I finally found a T-shirt small enough for you.
Oh, they make humans that tiny?
Oh, that was Victoria's favorite.
I remember one time she puked all over it.
She refused to take it off.
Oh, thank you.
Well, I just wanted to say thanks again.
Yeah. He's right here. You want to talk to him?
Okay, I will. Bye.
Well, Thomas Buckner says, "Yo, yo."
Commander Buckner.
Tell him I said, "Yo, yo" back.
Yeah, you see I'm off the phone, right?
Thomas Buckner? Do I know him?
Uh, he is my archenemy from high school,
and we, like, randomly ran into him on a case
and, of course, he and Torres hit it off.
Yeah, he's coming to D.C. soon.
He said he'd give me a call and, uh, we're gonna hit the town.
Oh, he's already here. He actually leaves today.
What? Why didn't he call me?
I don't know. He called me. We went out last night.
Hold on one second. The...
Okay. The two of you went out last night?
Not out-out. We're just friends.
Wait, you're friends with your archenemy from high school?
People change, McGee, and, I don't know,
Torres told me to give him another chance, so I did.
Yeah, but I didn't say date the guy.
It was not a date.
Where'd you go? To that new bar on Second.
Just for drinks? We had dinner, too.
Who paid? He paid.
Sounds like a date to me. Boom!
Yo, yo, grab your gear, bro.
Hey, Bishop,
you mind helping me transfer the body
from the back seat to the gurney?
Oh. Just what a lady
wants to hear first thing in the morning.
What an awful way to go.
Alone and handcuffed
as lake water slowly fills the locked cage
that soon becomes your coffin.
Stop talking now, Jimmy.
- Yeah, that got dark quick. - Mm-hmm.
Paramedics say you're gonna be fine.
Sheriff, is there anything I can get you? Make a phone call?
We sank so fast.
Can you tell me more about the accident?
Tried to get him out.
The door... I couldn't get it open.
Boss, this is Sheriff Pearson.
He executed an arrest warrant on Petty Officer Thomas Billings.
He was transporting him to Breen County Jail.
That's when the accident happened.
You okay?
How'd you end up in the lake?
Pursuing a three-five-seven. Drunk driver?
Speeding and swerving all over the road.
I tried to catch up to him, but...
I lost control.
So, he comes barreling through here,
pulls a Dukes of Hazzard right into the lake.
Craziest thing.
You jump in after them?
My sister tried, but I stopped her.
There was a guy in a boat right out there to help.
Is the sheriff gonna be okay?
Uh, he got lucky.
Well, guess I'm not going fishing today.
Okay, draft the new language, then shoot it over to me,
and I'll red-line it before I get back in the office.
All right, Stan, I got to go.
Annie Barth? That's me.
How you doing? Special Agent Nick Torres, NCIS.
Nice to meet you.
Okay, nice to meet you.
Uh, I understand you swam out for help?
I tried. My brother held me back.
He said something about a man in a boat, a fisherman maybe,
who saw the crash. Yes, I heard him shout,
asking the sheriff if he was all right.
We haven't been able to track him down.
Did you see what he looked like?
I have no idea. I'm blind, Agent Torres.
Oh, I'm... I'm sorry.
Why?
No, I just, uh, didn't...
Wait, why did you try to jump in the lake?
To try to save someone's life. Blind people can swim, you know.
Of course.
We can cut our own meat and feed ourselves, too.
Okay. All right, I'm sorry--
uh, I apologize we wasted your time.
You can stop apologizing.
Okay, thank you.
My work here is done.
Why is Jimmy leaving?
Well, go look for yourself.
Uh, where's the body?
Talked to Buckner.
He said he, uh, catch me next time.
Hmm. That's nice.
I just can't believe you two went out
and didn't even think of calling me.
Well, I never think to call you.
All right, well, that's rude.
Torres, you jealous?
Yes, absolutely, because, you know,
like, he's, like, my friend, not hers.
Okay, where are we?
Well...
Petty Officer Thomas Billings.
Gunner's mate second class, assigned to the USS Spruce Hill.
Our two witnesses didn't see or hear
Billings come up from the bottom of the lake.
Navy divers are searching for his body now.
We set up checkpoints, in case he did escape.
What do we know about him?
Single, 24, social media page
says he's engaged to Louise Cabrisio of Hastings, Virginia.
That's where, uh, Billings has an apartment.
I spoke with the landlord.
He said he'd let me in. Yeah, go.
Bishop, go talk to his C.O.
Billings have a record?
Uh, not until yesterday, when an arrest warrant
was issued for a felony assault.
Agents Gibbs and McGee.
Find our man?
Sheriff Pearson.
Thanks for coming in. No. No word yet.
Uh, Sheriff, we just have a few questions.
The drunk driver you were chasing--
did you get a plate number?
Never got close enough. Dark SUV, that's all I know.
I got my deputies all over it.
What can you tell us about the guy in the boat?
What a jackass.
Asks me if I'm all right, then motors off.
Well, county dispatch sent over
the audio recording of the pursuit.
Petty Officer Billings asked you a question
that we caught on tape.
We isolated his voice.
Is this about Randall Peters?
Is this about Randall... who?
Peters? Who is he?
Well, we thought he was the guy Billings assaulted.
No. No, his name is, uh, Nordstrom.
Billings beat him so bad, knocked a tooth out.
You can talk to him, if you want to.
Oh, yeah. We will.
Got something.
Not yet.
Actually, I was telling you that I've got something.
Oh. 'Cause sometimes I can't tell
if you're asking me a question.
Was that a question?
Just tell me. So the divers
didn't find Petty Officer Billings at the bottom
of the lake, but they did find some of his personal effects
taken by the sheriff, including a cell phone.
If only someone could get it working again.
Hmm.
If only.
Thank you.
Wait, wait, wait.
Uh, this box is for you.
You wanted donations for your charity?
Oh, right. Good on you, Abby.
It's just some clothes and toys for kids.
This is...
- for a child? - Hug me.
Yeah, that's Winifred.
I used to sleep with her when I was little.
Explains a lot.
Thanks.
Bye, Winnie.
You'll be in good hands.
Here's the warrant authorizing
Petty Officer Billings' arrest for assault.
Signed by a judge and NCIS, so a delivery agreement was executed.
Did Billings say anything when the sheriff picked him up?
Yeah. That he didn't do it. Don't they all?
Well, sometimes they're innocent.
I don't think so.
Why do you say that?
He was an undisciplined sailor.
Disorderly bunk, out of uniform,
consistently late to muster.
Anything else?
Over the past six months, we've had some misappropriations
from the ship's armory.
Someone stole weapons? That's the weird part.
Small arms, ammo, it's all accounted for.
So what went missing?
Smoke grenades and flare guns.
Low priority items,
which is why we didn't catch the theft right away.
Well, as a gunner's mate second class,
Billings had access to the armory.
He was our number one suspect. Why didn't you call in NCIS?
We were about to. But now there's no need.
He got picked up for another crime,
and he is not the Navy's problem anymore.
And how can I help you gentlemen?
NCIS. We're here to speak with Louise Cabrisio.
I'm her father. What's this about?
Her fiancé,
Thomas Billings, he's been in an accident.
Tom? Is he okay?
Well, that's unclear.
Oh, my God, you know.
Louise, I'm so sorry.
What?
Uh... how do you know?
These agents just told me that Tom was in an accident.
What accident? Tom was in an accident?
Yes. Sorry, uh, we thought that's why you were crying.
No. Um, he just broke up with me.
Just?
How "just"? You spoke with him?
- Five minutes ago. - Did he say
where was he calling from?
His apartment. Someone please tell me
what's going on.
McGee. Torres, heads up.
Billings is alive, and he's at his apartment.
Got it.
Petty Officer Billings.
It's NCIS.
Billings, I'm coming in.
Hey, I don't know what's going on with you, man...
...but I'm here to help.
Well, those aren't smoke grenades.
No. Or flare guns.
So he resold them, and that's the profit?
Nah, they're not worth that much.
How much is it? It's 26,460.
Wow.
In Petty Officer Billings' ceiling, huh?
Now he's on the run. Armed and dangerous.
Okay. Theories?
We track down the drunk driver
that, uh, Sheriff Pearson was chasing?
No. Or the witness on the boat.
What about the guy
that Petty Officer Billings was asking about?
Randall Peters?
There are five in the tristate area,
and about 137 in the U.S.
But McGee and Bishop are vetting each one,
starting with the locals.
And Billings' assault victim, Nordstrom?
A janitor at a bowling alley. No permanent address,
but we're tracking him down.
Yeah?
Hey.
Um, one of the crash witnesses just called.
She says she has helpful information to show us.
Who?
Annie Barth. Got her address.
Oh, I interviewed her at the crime scene.
- She's got nothing. - Yeah?
Well, we got nothing. Go.
Gibbs.
She's blind.
What's she gonna show us?
I don't know, Torres. Go. Find out.
Oh, wow, it is freezing in here.
Cold air is dry air, McGee. I'm trying to get
all the moisture out of this room. Shut the door.
All right. You think this is gonna work?
I don't know.
I mean, the phone was submerged for six hours.
What is the temperature in here?
It's 42 degrees.
And I've got it down to 18 percent humidity.
You want some lip balm?
No. I need a parka.
Wait, don't you want to see if this works?
Well, if it doesn't, we're risking frostbite.
Abby, nice work.
Oh, darn. It's locked.
That's not what I wanted to see.
You wouldn't just happen to know
Petty Officer Billing'' password, would you?
Six digits, random order,
that's a million different combinations.
Great.
One minute.
Who is it?
Ms. Barth, it's, uh, Nick Torres, NCIS.
Hi, Nick. Come on in.
Thank you.
It's not much, but it's home.
Oh, nice, I wish I could see it.
Oh, my gosh. Harlan, turn on the lights.
- Okay. Lights on. - Forgive me.
I often forget to do that for guests.
Oh. Oh, no problem.
I'm assuming, uh, you don't really need any lights.
No.
Useless as pictures on the wall, but I'm hanging them anyway.
My friend gave me this braille map of the U.S.
It's pretty cool, right?
Yeah, it's pretty cool. Let me help you with that.
No, I got it.
Oh, wow.
You're a lawyer? Guilty.
Ha.
How's it look?
Oh, it's actually perfect.
That marble trick may be better than eyeing it-- okay.
Don't worry about it.
I can hear the word "eye" without crying.
Uh, you said you had some information
that you thought would help us.
I do. But it's not here.
How would you like to go on a field trip?
Ms. Cabrisio, thank you so...
Uh, I'm sorry. Uh, who are you?
Webber Silk. Friend of the family.
Nice to meet you, Agent Sloane.
Special Agent Sloane.
Uh, apologies, but we don't allow friends.
Oh, well, I am also Ms. Cabrisio's attorney.
So...
No, thank you.
Um, my dad's idea, sorry.
He didn't know what this was all about.
Yes, better safe than sorry.
I promise I won't get in the way, Agent Sloane.
Special Agent.
As I was saying, Ms. Cabrisio,
thank you so much for coming in.
Uh, just a few questions.
Has Petty Officer Billings contacted you since yesterday?
No.
And when he called,
what did he say, exactly?
Uh, that he loved me very much.
But that something bad had happened,
and that he and I couldn't...
I'm sorry.
We went to his apartment and found
over $25,000 in cash there.
I take it you didn't know about that.
25,000?
Uh...
I've never seen him with anything more than $25.
Right.
Do you know someone named Randall Peters?
Tom's business partner.
What business?
I don't know.
Tom said it would be better if I didn't ask.
Okay. And how would we reach Mr. Peters?
Objection, badgering the witness. Sustained.
Hmm?
Webber, I'm-I'm fine.
I never met Peters.
He and Tom worked together.
I used to see the reminder on his phone calendar.
Uh, so do you know where they would meet?
No.
But Tom did say,
last week, that it would be the last time
they would ever see each other.
Why? What happened?
I'm sorry.
I feel so dumb for not asking him more questions.
That's okay.
We have Tom's cell phone, and we need to get in.
What-what would the password be?
Why did you want to get into his cell phone?
Come on, dude, seriously?
Uh, the password.
Well, how many chances do we get?
Ten.
Okay. How many guesses have we made?
Eight.
Um, like, his birthday, his parents' anniversary,
first six numbers of his Social,
the last six numbers of his Social.
And what if you get it wrong twice more?
Then the phone's gonna revert back to its factory settings.
And that means that-that all texts
and e-mails and contact lists, everything will be gone forever.
Well, have you tried 1-2-3-4-5-6?
No, nobody's that foolish.
Except for me.
Hey, I got it. I got the password.
Thank God, 'cause we were about to do something really stupid.
Okay.
5-6-8-4-7-3.
Random digits? Nope.
It spells "Louise," his fiancée's name.
Okay, guys, here we go.
Incorrect password. Try again.
No. Louise lied to you.
Or Billings changed it. To what?
We've got one more chance here before this thing
turns into a brick.
Wait, what did you do there? I... I did nothing.
It's a calendar alert.
"Randall Peters pickup, 6:30."
Who is Randall Peters?
Abby, we really, really need to get into this phone.
It's rod-cone dystrophy.
It's degenerative and hereditary.
Thanks, Mom.
Can I ask you a question? Mm-hmm.
Can you... can you see anything?
Um, shapes and shadows, light and dark.
Hmm, okay. We need to stop. There's some uneven terrain.
I need a guide here for this part.
Okay, no problem.
Wait, no, no, don't pull me. Just give me your arm.
Yeah, there you go. You have it.
Okay, I'm sorry.
There you go, apologizing.
Right, right. I don't even apologize.
I don't know why I'm doing it now.
I think we're here.
Really? How do we know?
I smell bacon grease.
My brother must've dumped it in the, in the pit,
even though I've told him so many times
it's bad for the environment.
Wait, so when one sense goes away,
the other ones improve?
Uh, not exactly.
It's not that I smell any better.
It's more like, I pay more attention.
So you try it. Close your eyes.
- No, I'm cool. - No, no.
This is actually why we're here, so...
Yeah.
Okay, stop.
Now close your eyes.
Okay, they're closed.
Don't lie to me.
Fine!
Now listen. What do you hear?
Um... birds.
- Okay. What else? - Uh...
Come on, Nick, really listen. What do you hear?
Okay, okay. Stop talking.
I hear, uh, a duck landing in the water.
Mm-hmm. What else? Um...
A car on the road.
Th-Thunk.
Every time a car passes by,
it makes the same noise. Th-Thunk.
Yeah, there's some kind of grate on the road.
We, uh, we passed over it on the way in.
Yeah, yesterday morning, I heard the cop car
go over that grate before it splashed into the water.
But I only heard one "Th-thunk."
So?
So... where was the drunk driver?
My brother told me the sheriff was chasing a drunk driver,
but I didn't hear a second "Th-thunk."
Maybe you missed it.
Maybe you're wearing too much cologne.
Come on, Annie, stop playing. This is important.
Could you have missed a second "thunk"?
Could you be wearing too much cologne, Agent Torres?
No, that is impossible.
Exactly.
Of course she didn't see the other car. She's blind.
She can hear. Perfectly.
She didn't hear a second "Th-thunk"?
You got to be kidding me.
Not kidding.
So, what, I was chasing a ghost?
Or nobody at all.
You're gonna believe Helen Keller and not me?
We checked. No other commuter
on Route 74 called 911
to report a drunk driver that morning.
It was early. No one was on the road.
This is BS. I'm the victim here.
Petty Officer Billings is the victim.
Come on.
You think I would drive into that lake on purpose?
Great way to kill somebody.
What?
He's not even dead.
You know what?
I don't need to defend myself to you.
Actually, you do.
Do I need a lawyer?
I don't know, do you?
Bishop?
Yeah, I'm okay.
Pearson?
- Morning. - Ah. - You okay?
Yeah. Thanks.
How's Gibbs?
Oh, Gibbs is Gibbs.
And the shooter?
We couldn't find him.
You think it was Petty Officer Billings?
Makes sense.
If Sheriff Pearson
tried to drown him and make it look like an accident,
then yeah.
Yeah, but why would he do that?
Billings' assault victim, Nordstrom.
We find him yet? This morning.
He's coming in later to talk to Sloane,
who's also backgrounding the sheriff.
So, looks like we're back to square one.
- Gibbs. - Palmer. What do you know?
GSW to the chest.
Yeah, I saw that part. You recover the slug?
You know what's weird about the abbreviation "GSW"?
It actually takes longer to say
than the words that it stands for.
"GSW," five syllables. "Gunshot wound," three.
Acronyms are weird.
The slug. ASAP.
On it, PDQ.
As you can see, the bullet is lodged
in the tricuspid valve of the heart.
And while it is pretty torn up,
I wouldn't say that that came from a handgun.
The only weapon registered to Petty Officer Billings
is a Glock.
So he's not our shooter.
Or he could have a second weapon.
And one more thing, Gibbs.
Uh, we found a dark substance on the sheriff's pant leg.
Abby's testing his clothes as we speak.
Dentist said he could fix it for 800 bucks.
I said, "Go fly a kite," or something similar.
So I got this two-millimeter drill bit
and bore a hole right through it.
Now it's my lucky medallion.
Charming.
Okay, so, Mr. Nordstrom...
That's dental floss for the chain.
I see that.
Okay, you told Sheriff Pearson
that Petty Officer Billings assaulted you.
Correct? Yeah.
Smoking in here is cool? Mm, not cool.
How did the attack happen?
Could open those windows.
Sheriff Pearson's report says
you were closing up the bowling alley,
and Billings came at you.
Yeah.
And?
And look at me.
Well, why did he attack you?
I don't know.
Did he rob you?
Uh, what does that mean?
No.
Did you guys know each other?
No.
Then how did you identify him?
Look...
Which one is Billings?
Sir, someone obviously beat the crap out of you,
but I don't think it was Billings.
But you know who liked to beat people up?
Sheriff Pearson.
I count four complaints of excessive force
in his personnel file.
You and the sheriff go way back.
He's arrested you
three times in the past for possession.
I don't want to go to jail. Well, here's what I think.
You got in trouble again,
and Sheriff Pearson made you a deal.
He wouldn't arrest you if you agreed to
let him beat you up and claim that Billings assaulted you.
Can I have that smoke now?
So, Sheriff Pearson
falsifies a warrant to arrest Billings.
He handcuffs him and locks him in the back seat.
Then he pretends there's a drunk driver,
so he can drive into the lake to try to drown Billings.
But he didn't die.
- So he comes back and kills Pearson. - Why?
There any evidence they knew each other?
No calls, no e-mails, no mutual friends.
But they did live in the same small town.
So did 3,000 other people. What's their connection?
Got something. Abby I.D.'d the powder
found on Sheriff Pearson's pants.
It's red phosphorous.
Isn't that the stuff at the tip of matches?
Yeah, same chemical that's found in flare guns
and smoke grenades.
- Just like the ones Billings stole. - That's it.
That's the connection between
the petty officer and the sheriff.
Still doesn't explain where the $26,000 came from.
We're missing something.
Where are we with Randall Peters?
Nowhere yet. And Billings' phone?
We're down to the final password,
but Abby's got an idea.
Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow!
Jimmy, come on. It's really hot.
Someone's never played with candle wax before.
I have a very tender epidermis.
Just hold still, okay?
We're gonna bypass the phone's biometric scanner
by using hot wax and a high-resolution image
of Petty Officer Billings' thumbprint.
Yeah? Why can't Reeves do it? Sorry, mate.
Big thumbs.
What if this doesn't work?
It has to work.
Eureka.
Yes!
Gibbs, Gibbs, Gibbs!
We're in.
You have contact information for Randall Peters?
Already on it. There is no phone number listed,
but we do have an address.
Go.
Glad to help.
Hello?
Tom?
Hey. Tom!
Oh, my God!
Are you okay?
Yeah.
What is going on? Why are you running?
For your protection.
Protection from what?
I got into some things I shouldn't have.
That's why I have to leave.
Why?
What is this place?
It smells like chlorine.
It's bleach.
Used to destroy evidence.
Up until yesterday, this place was a meth lab.
Tom, this is really freaking me out.
That's why I brought you here.
I wanted you to know the truth.
We all want to know the truth.
Ah!
No, don't even think about it.
In World War II, the U.S. ground forces used smoke screens
to hide their movements from the enemy.
The chemical found in those devices is white phosphorus, WP.
But the soldiers called it something else, didn't they?
Willie Pete.
See, all this time, we've been looking for a person,
Randall Peters, but that's your code name for red phosphorus.
You stole the stuff from the armory.
And were paid very well. We found the money.
But last week, your C.O. confronted you about the theft.
You panicked.
Told the buyer you couldn't supply the phosphorus anymore.
Next thing you know, you're at the bottom of a lake.
Wink if I'm getting close.
We found you in a pretty sophisticated meth lab.
Now, I kind of doubt you know how to cook meth.
You were the supplier.
Sheriff Pearson provided protection.
So who was the third person,
the one that knows pharmaceutical drugs?
Louise had nothing to do with this.
We're talking about her father.
Tom.
You don't have to protect him.
He tried to kill you.
No, that was Sheriff Pearson.
And who do you think ordered him to do that?
I have been the town pharmacist here for 30 years.
There is no...
Which means you were able to get a large amount
of pseudoephedrine without raising suspicion.
Crystal meth has nine ingredients.
Pharmacists have access to eight.
This is ludicrous.
The only ingredient
you couldn't get is red phosphorus,
until you realized that your future son-in-law
worked in an armory.
Tom is accusing me?
Sorry, Fred. Got here as soon as I could.
Well, what is going on here?
They say I'm running a meth lab
and that I tried to kill Tom. - What?
We're just about to ask him about shooting Sheriff Pearson.
Do you own a rifle? Don't answer that.
No, I don't.
Do you like to fish, Mr. Cabrisio?
- Yeah, I like to fish. - I don't know what that has to do...
You have a boat? Small skiff?
I'm sure that you already know I do.
Witnesses say that a guy in a fishing boat
was the first person on the scene
of Sheriff Pearson's car accident.
- Then he disappeared. - Where are you going with this?
Do you think that Fred Cabrisio is your criminal mastermind?
You have nothing on this man.
He's right.
We got to find something.
The meth lab was bleached from floor to ceiling.
We're still looking for DNA.
What about the bullet that killed Sheriff Pearson?
Seems like Cabrisio didn't have a-a weapon registered to him.
Hmm, well, doesn't mean he couldn't get his hands on one.
Gibbs, where were you going with the fishing questions?
We were thinking that the guy in the boat was a witness,
but maybe he was an accomplice
and maybe he was there to make sure that Sheriff Pearson
got out of the car alive.
- You think Cabrisio was the one on the boat? - Yeah.
But the guy was wearing a jacket and a hood up,
so no one could I.D. him.
Visually.
There was an earwitness.
- A what? - Yeah.
We got an idea.
Hey, don't be nervous. You're gonna be great.
I know.
Gentlemen, when I call you,
please read the sentence on the card loudly and clearly.
Number one.
"Hey. Are you all right?"
No.
Number two.
"Hey. Are you all right?"
Number three.
"Hey. Are you all right?"
No.
Number four.
"Hey. Are you all right?"
Can I hear four again?
Number four again, please.
"Hey. Are you all right?"
No. That's not him.
Thank you.
Miss Barth, thank you for coming in.
That's it?
Come on.
I'll drive you home.
Thanks very much, Miss Barth.
No problem.
Well, now that you've proven my client is innocent,
I presume he's free to go?
Yeah, for now. We're not done yet.
Okay. Good day, then, Agents.
Special Agents.
Ugh. Yeah.
Do you think that we can get Petty Officer Billings
to flip on the pharmacist?
He's not gonna break.
The guy's in love with his daughter.
Okay. Then we have to get the father to confess.
Good luck with that.
Oh.
You have a plan, Gibbs, don't you?
I see it all over you.
Office of Legislative Counsel?
Yes. We're a team of lawyers
who help Congress draft legislation.
So, you help write laws?
Thank you.
Yeah, bills, resolutions and motions, as well.
Harlan, turn on the lights.
Okay. Lights on.
You don't think members of Congress actually write
any of the laws they pass, do you?
I don't think Congress does anything.
They do more than you think.
Just last year, I helped craft 17 new bills.
Damn.
- So you're basically a badass. - That's your title.
You're the one with the guns and the big biceps.
Well, they are a decent size.
I've held lots of arms.
Yours are more than decent. Coffee?
Uh, no, I shouldn't. I should get back.
Right. The investigation.
Sorry I couldn't help you catch the bad guy.
Well, you got us this far. We'll do the rest.
Good luck, Nick, and... thank you.
For what?
For believing in me.
Well, you gave me no choice.
Look at that. He's converted.
My job here is done.
All right. See you around.
Honey?
I need Mrs. Jenkins' prescriptions.
Hydrochlorothiazide, furosemide.
Where are the drugs?
That's what I want to know.
Last month, you ordered 90,000 milligrams of pseudoephedrine.
Yeah. We've been, uh, selling a lot of that.
No. You haven't.
The receipts show we only sold 18,000 milligrams.
Where's the other 72?
Dad.
How should I know, honey?
Dad.
Don't ask questions
unless you're prepared to hear the answer.
What?
Look around you.
It's pathetic.
30 years of dolling out diverticulitis drugs
to geriatric hypochondriacs.
Is that what you want?
You are making crystal meth.
I'm making money, lots of it.
Or I was, until your precious fiancé got cold feet.
You took advantage of him.
Then you-you tried to kill him.
The Navy was asking questions.
I thought that he would rat the three of us out.
He never would.
But I just did.
Agent Gibbs?
I can't believe it.
Turn around. Hands behind your back.
I know that that was hard.
Hands behind your back.
It was the right thing to do.
Hey. Who is "the three of us"?
You said that you thought that
Billings was gonna rat "the three of us" out.
That's you,
Sheriff Pearson and who else?
I got it. I'm calling Torres right now.
You change your mind about coffee, Nick?
Not Nick.
"Hey.
Are you all right?"
Stay away from me. Stay away.
I guess it's safe to assume you recognize my voice.
The man on the boat.
Harlan, turn off the lights.
Okay. Lights off.
Clever.
Leveling the playing field.
But I can still hear your footsteps.
Harlan, turn on the lights.
You unplugged Harlan.
Well, score another point for Annie Barth.
You forgot something.
Cell phones.
Cell phones can be so...
so... handy.
Bitch!
No, no. Where you going? Come here.
Ah, that's right.
Quiet down.
Annie?
Annie.
- You're okay, you're okay. Come here. - Nick.
Come here.
You're all right.
So, Annie Barth is okay, huh?
Uh, bruised neck.
She had quite the scare, but she'll recover.
I guess Torres got there just in time.
Yeah. Webber Silk, on the other hand,
has a concussion.
Torres hit him hard.
Well, he'll have plenty of time to recover in prison.
Thanks.
Abby matched the bullet that killed Sheriff Pearson
to a rifle that Silk owns.
Silk was tying up loose ends.
Ah, should've known.
Uh, hey, Torres. Hey, Annie.
Hi.
Annie, remember Agent Bishop? And this is Agent McGee.
Yes. Nice to meet you. Hello.
Uh, what are you guys doing here?
Well, Nick solved the case,
so I'm taking him out to celebrate.
Well, it was a team effort, right?
These two helped, like, four percent.
So kind.
Yeah.
Uh, well, you, too, Annie.
Thanks for your help. We're glad you're okay.
Thank you. I'm just glad Nick...
...you know.
Uh, timing. Either you have it or you don't.
Uh, well, join us for breakfast.
Yeah, sure. No, we'll let you guys eat.
What? No. There's plenty of room.
Actually, uh, Bishop, you know what?
I wanted to talk to you,
just the two of us, if you don't mind.
Okay, Agent McGee.
Here, I'll, uh, I'll get us a table.
Thank you, Agent Bishop. Maybe next time.
Okay.
Um, can I help you at all?
Oh, trust me, McGee. She doesn't need any help.
Yeah, found us a table.
Well? What is it?
What's what?
What'd you want to talk to me about?
Oh, nothing.
No, it's just 'cause Torres wanted to be alone with Annie.
Really? Hmm.
Like a... like a date?
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