How's it look?
Good. Maybe another angle?
Hey, are we missing something?
Shell casings?
Uh, hit men police their brass.
Come back later.
We have enough towels!
Open the door, Torres!
Sorry, man.
All right, talk to me.
Well, I'm trying to get a few options here.
I don't need options; I just need one.
Hey, Lieutenant.
You can get up now.
Well, that was a first.
♪ NCIS 16x12 ♪ The Last Link Original Air Date on January 15, 2019
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So this is all staged?
Lieutenant Johnson, he's still alive?
He's in our break room as we speak,
eating a hoagie.
Oh, well, all right. I've done this dance before.
Who are we trying to set up?
Michael Deegan.
Drug dealer.
Specializes in bootleg pharmaceuticals.
I've heard the name.
Feds have been after him for years, nothing has stuck.
Well, we may finally have something
on him.
He ordered a hit on our lieutenant.
Why?
We don't know. But the guy he hired
to do the hit bungled the job.
Yeah, ex-con.
Tommy Mulligan.
He goes by Peaches.
Base security caught him
casing the lieutenant's quarters
with an unregistered gun and silencer.
Can you prove that Deegan ordered the hit?
Ah, I got it now.
You want to offer this Peaches a deal.
He wears a wire, we get Deegan
to admit ordering the hit, game over.
And we already have the paperwork.
We're offering Peaches immunity.
Deegan's a big fish.
Well, you've already taken the picture.
You don't leave me much choice, do you?
Okay.
This guy screws up, you're gonna have
a real dead body on your hands.
Sorry to interrupt, Director.
A Corporal John Sydney is here for Agent Gibbs.
Old friend?
No...
Just really old.
So Leroy's walking home from school one day
and he... he found this stray dog.
Now, his father strictly forbid dogs.
But Leroy decided to take the dog home
and hide him in the bedroom.
Breaking rules already.
Nine years old.
Oh, come on, Gibbs was never nine years old.
So what happened?
Well, he got away with it for a while,
but one night a... a crow flew in the bedroom window.
The dog barked so loud, it woke up the whole house.
What'd his dad do then?
Got the belt.
I still got to keep the dog, though.
- Apollo. - Apollo.
Good dog.
Well, don't just stand there, Leroy.
Wow, look at you.
Mr. Sydney.
Been a long time.
Well, they say time heals all wounds.
Yeah, that's what they say.
Listen, Leroy, I-I...
I got some sad news.
LJ passed last night.
Yeah, his son called me.
He said the service is next month.
LJ?
Leroy Jethro Moore.
It's the guy Gibbs was named after.
- He was a good man. - Great man.
I'll see you at the funeral.
Yeah, listen.
I actually came up here for something else.
Can we talk a minute?
- Listen, uh... - It'll just take a second.
Call me later, all right?
I-I'm working here.
- Okay? Palmer. - Yeah?
See Mr. Sydney out, please.
Nice seeing you, Leroy.
All right, Gibbs. We're all set here.
This is Tommy Mulligan.
You can call me Peaches.
We're gonna get him all wired up.
He's gonna meet Deegan in an hour.
We'll be right there with him.
Gear up.
I hope you guys know what you're doing.
Okay, Peaches, it's showtime.
Now, remember, you have two jobs.
One: get Deegan to admit he ordered the murder.
Two: collect the payoff.
I don't know if I can do this.
Well, it's a little late for that.
What if I mess it up?
You know, I get caught, I get dead.
You're gonna do great. Look,
two things:
murder and money, nice and easy.
I don't know.
Option two: go to jail.
Okay.
I got this, I got this.
Murder, money. Nice and easy.
Yep.
A little room here.
Well, it's got to look legit.
This really how you sit with your dinner dates?
It's how they sit with me.
Wow.
All right, here we go.
Mr. Deegan.
How you doing, boss?
Go place my bets.
♪ Come back, come in... ♪
Take a seat, Peaches.
Thanks.
♪ You've got... ♪
Best of luck with the ponies.
♪ No sense... ♪
Did you bet the gray horse?
Not today.
Gray horses are fast.
Next time.
♪ Shake my bones... ♪
Hey, um, so I...
did that thing that you asked.
♪ Working it hard like nine to five ♪
♪ Shake my bones to the floor ♪
♪ Let it all go... ♪
What the hell is this?
That Navy guy.
Is-is that my money?
Money? For what?
For the guy.
For the guy that-- that you...
you wanted me to... to kill.
I have no idea what you're talking about.
Hey, Peaches.
- What the hell happened? - I don't know.
Bull. You tipped off Deegan.
No, I-I didn't.
You heard the whole thing.
You're lying.
I promise.
On my mother's good name.
Your mother's in prison.
What do you think?
How did Deegan know this was a setup?
Well, if Peaches tipped him off, we missed it.
I don't know, maybe some kind of code?
I-If Deegan knows that I wore a-a wire,
I'm a dead man.
You have to arrest him.
- That's not how the law works. - Why?
He ordered the hit.
Says you. We needed him to admit it on tape.
I tried.
So what ha-- what happens now?
But...
Can we delay Peaches' release?
Maybe by 24 hours. Why?
Because Deegan still thinks the lieutenant is dead.
And if we let Peaches go, he could tell him.
Okay, so what's the new plan?
So you're taking me to jail while the guy
that wants me dead is walking the streets?
Protective custody is not jail, okay?
It's a hotel room.
And secondly, if someone wanted me dead, I would sure want
to keep my head down until I found out why.
I told you, I have no idea.
Look, think of the alternative.
The bounty is probably still on your head.
You could go home and we could just hope for the best.
Okay.
- NCIS. - We need to talk to Deegan.
He's busy.
Maybe talk later.
Maybe talk now.
It's okay, Burly.
NCIS.
You're new.
Usually it's the FBI or the DEA.
It's tough to keep you all straight.
Well, we're the ones who are here to arrest you.
For murder, by the way.
Oh. Well, I admire your confidence.
As misplaced as it may be.
What's this?
It's two iced teas.
That is what you ordered earlier, correct?
When you were watching from the booth?
You see,
a good businessman knows his customers.
Not customers.
We just wanted to let you know that your boy
Peaches is in custody for killing a Navy lieutenant.
He said that you ordered the hit.
Did he now?
Huh.
Well, why would I do that?
We've got the DEA file on you.
You're being investigated for drug dealing.
And now one of your own soldiers
is accusing you of murder.
The walls are closing in, Deegan.
Well, I appreciate you stopping by.
Oh, NCIS.
Don't forget your bug.
Hey.
Make yourself at home.
I was gonna chew you out for not locking that door, but...
I see you have nothing here worth stealing.
I thought we were gonna talk in the morning.
What do you want, Mr. Sydney?
Call me John, okay?
You're not a kid anymore. Come here.
Come here.
Listen, remember those yahoos
your dad and me used to pal around with
after we came home from, from Normandy?
No.
12 veterans from World War II, all, all from Stillwater High.
We called ourselves the...
Last Man Club.
- Yeah. - Yeah.
Now that LJ's gone,
you're the last man.
Not exactly a title I wanted to hold, but...
here I am.
Which means I've got to fulfill the Last Man Club oath.
To collect all of these from every man.
These military ID bracelets?
Yeah. I'm glad to see you wearing your dad's.
You know what it says on the back?
"Forever Linked."
We all got the same inscription
and vowed that the last man alive would
track down all the bracelets,
and when he died, they'd go in the ground with him.
I know it sounds corny, but...
No, not yet.
After we find LJ's.
We?
Yeah, his son can't find it, he says that LJ
might have put it in a lockbox
in that general store he owned with your dad.
Look, that was a long time ago.
I gave the store away after Dad died.
I know.
Yeah, that's... that's why I need you.
I'll pick you up in the morning.
N-No.
I can't do that in the morning.
I'm in the middle of an investigation.
So am I, Leroy Jethro.
I need you.
Good morning, sunshine.
You're late.
It's 8:03.
Like I said, late.
How's the lieutenant?
Never left the bedroom.
Slept like a baby.
Now eating breakfast.
Two things I want to be doing instead of talking to you.
Hey, probie.
Graveyard shift is no reason
to be disrespecting your fellow agents.
Right.
Sorry.
Sir.
My nightly report is on the table.
Anything else?
Go get some sleep.
Damn.
Yo, man.
Way to get in that probie's grill.
I was a probie a long time.
Can't act like that.
Well, no phone calls, no visitors.
Lieutenant, how are we doing?
Actually, I could get used to this protective custody thing.
Well, good,
'cause unfortunately, we can't let you leave just yet.
We still have a few, uh, screws to turn on this Deegan thing.
Agent Ventura forget something?
She has her own key.
Get in the bathroom.
- Seriously? - Go.
Who is it?
Room service. Breakfast.
He already had breakfast.
One second.
NCIS!
What the hell do you think you're doing?
I-I have breakfast. An omelet.
We already have breakfast. Who sent you?
Just read the door menu.
The cart has a menu on it.
- Well? - It's an omelet.
I told you.
If this guy's legit...
Agent McGee!
Lieutenant.
Stay with me.
Call 911.
Try to breathe, try to breathe.
Slow it down,
slow it down.
This is weird, man.
I mean, we just took these exact same photos.
Yeah, but he's not getting up this time.
Okay, so I'm thinking that this was...
Poison?
Yeah, that or a drug overdose.
See the foamy discharge, clammy skin.
These pinpoint pupils.
Hey. Drew a sketch of the suspect.
Agent Ventura got a pretty good look at him.
Posed as a room service guy.
This one of Deegan's guys?
- Has to be. - Surveillance cameras?
Only got the back of his head, so the sketch is all we've got.
Lieutenant Johnson brought his cell phone,
which we told him not to do.
It's probably how Deegan tracked him down.
This is our fault.
Yeah.
If Nick and I didn't get made,
the sting would've worked.
And Deegan would be in jail,
Lieutenant Johnson would probably still be alive,
but, I mean, that is if it was Deegan.
Deegan's a drug dealer.
Lieutenant Johnson died of a drug overdose.
You do the math.
Oh, yeah? Prove it.
I am so sorry, Lieutenant.
Our team tried everything to protect you, and we failed.
And that is a tragedy.
Palmer, what do we got?
I just sent the stomach contents up to Kasie.
Should hear something soon.
All right, call me when we do.
Oh, a-and, Gibbs.
I'm so sorry to hear about your dad's friend passing away.
Yeah, thanks, Palmer.
Yeah, Mr. Sydney said that he and your dad
were super close as well.
He said that he used to live with you
when you were growing up.
Uh-huh.
What else did he say?
You know? Nothing.
He... that's all he said.
Palmer.
Okay, well, it's just that, uh,
Mr. Sydney said he couldn't get his act together
after he left the Army.
And your dad took him in, got him a job.
Said that he used to take you fishing,
just the two of you, down at Old Morris Pond.
What are you doing,
writing a book on this guy?
No, unless you think I should.
Listen,
what did he mean
when he told you "time heals all wounds"?
Evacuate autopsy!
What?
Get out, get out, get out, get out!
Carfentanil. At least six milligrams.
- Oh, wow. - Emergency showers.
- Go. - No, the last time I used
that shower, I got this nasty toe fungus that...
Wait, what is carfentanil?
Torres touched the food, and he's showering now.
And you could have been exposed to airborne particles down here.
- What is carfentanil? - Sorry.
Carfentanil is the-- a very concentrated form of fentanyl.
Used as an elephant tranquilizer.
But I was extremely careful when I washed the body, so...
Palmer, go. Shower, go now.
Nasty toe fungus, here I come.
Now, Leroy's fastball wasn't exactly fast,
so I, I said, "You better learn how to throw a breaking ball."
- You were his coach? - Not really,
but we spent a whole winter working on a curveball,
and he-he got it.
So what happened when spring rolled around?
He doesn't know.
No, I-I-I wasn't around, but...
I'll bet you won a few games.
Are you ready to go?
Go?
Uh...
John, like I said, Gibbs won't leave
in the middle of a case.
Well, do it for LJ.
Do it for your dad. They made a promise.
A man's only as good as his word.
Come on. Get your ass in my car.
- Good to see you. - You, too.
Hi.
Hey, we can handle things here.
Torres and McGee are out retracing
the lieutenant's footsteps.
You'll be back before they're done.
Bishop, McGee's got lead.
Where are they going?
Their hometown.
Those two have a history.
Hopefully they'll work it out.
It's a long drive to Stillwater.
Yeah, I-I seen him.
Maybe.
Well, which one is it, yeah or maybe?
What make of car he got?
Black Subaru.
Rip in the driver's seat. Sat right there.
I stayed late to finish. That was Monday.
Well, according to the cell phone GPS,
Lieutenant Johnson was here Monday and Tuesday.
Didn't see him Tuesday.
Why come to the shop if he's not gonna...
speak to the owner?
That surveillance camera work?
You bet. Holds a full week on DVR.
Ah.
Let me get it.
Ooh, bacon brown sugar chips.
You eat those things?
No, man, those are gross.
Bishop loves them, and I kind of owe her for texting her date
that she couldn't go out.
Oh.
Hey, you got a buck?
What, you don't have a dollar on you?
Cash is for suckers.
- I got a five. - Thank you.
Yeah.
Where's my change?
Not my problem.
There's an 800 number if you got a complaint.
No, don't worry about it.
Thank you for this. We'll return it
as soon as we're finished.
Okay.
Really?
I had four dollars credit.
Oh.
Yes, sir. Route 83,
about another hundred miles.
I know my way to Stillwater.
This is why I wanted to take the truck.
You kidding me?
That old jalopy would have broken down halfway there.
We are broken down halfway there.
No, no. She's just resting.
Little water, a little time, she'll be purring like a cat.
Ow.
You need oil, too.
Oil's in the trunk.
I'm not crazy, you know.
I never said you were crazy.
You don't return phone calls.
You're a good son, Leroy.
Jackson would've been proud of you.
I never had kids. My greatest regret.
You were the closest thing I ever had to a son.
Didn't I teach you how to change the oil
in a, in a car just like this?
No. Dad did.
You taught me how to play craps.
Okay, what am I looking at?
Megan Boone's upholstery shop.
And that's someone that I am calling
"Blonde Guy." Hm.
I think he's the reason the lieutenant went back on Tuesday.
So they talk for a few minutes,
and then the lieutenant hands Blonde Man an envelope.
Wish we could see what was inside.
Oh, but we can.
Freeze and enhance.
Is that a hundred-dollar bill?
- Yup. - There's more underneath.
Can you fun facial recognition on Blondie?
Tried. Came up empty.
Oh, my gosh.
What? You recognize him?
Maybe.
This is my sketch
of the suspect who brought the poison omelet.
Uh, looks like the same guy,
which means...
Lieutenant Johnson knew the man who killed him.
We got an ID on the suspect?
Uh, no, not yet.
- Can we tie him to Deegan? - We're working on it, sir.
Work faster.
I signed off on this deal and it went sideways.
I want to get this investigation back on track.
- Yeah. - Hey.
Kasie found something
on the auto shop surveillance tape.
Watch what Blonde Man does after Lieutenant Johnson leaves.
He must work for the vending machine company.
Yeah, well, whoever he is,
we can probably get his prints.
Oh, shoot, am I eating evidence?
Who owns the machine?
It's not the shop owner.
She just leases out the space.
I have left three messages with the machine's
1-800 number, and I'm still waiting on a response.
- Get a warrant. - Warrant.
Warrant.
There used to be a great old German bakery
right there. You get back here much?
I haven't been to Stillwater since Dad died.
I called you about his funeral.
We're here.
Well, it's 3:15.
We should've fixed the car faster.
We tried. Let's head back.
Hey, Sydney. You dragged me
all the way out here, now, what-- you're gonna quit?
I thought you'd be happy. You don't have time
to stay overnight.
Come on, let's go.
It was a long shot anyway.
I don't understand you.
Like you're an open book.
Hey, Leroy, the car's this way.
Gibbs. What a surprise.
Hello, Cal. Hope we're not interrupting.
Oh, no, no. I wish I knew you were coming,
but sure, come in, come in.
No, sorry. We can't.
Well, what brings you back to the old hometown?
Hey, I'm Cal Frazier.
John Sydney. Believe it or not,
I used to live in the Gibbs house for a time.
Wow. Well, a lot's changed.
Those damn big-box stores have put
a lot of mom-and-pop shops out of business.
- Not you. - Nope.
General store's still hanging on.
So speaking of the store,
we're looking for one of these. We thought maybe
it might've been left inside somewhere along the line.
Uh, sorry, no. I haven't seen anything like that.
But I did find something when I was cleaning out
the old storeroom last summer. Just let me grab it.
Thanks.
What a time warp, huh?
I can remember
you racing your bike up and down these streets.
Yeah, I remember.
Everything.
Leroy, let-let's cut the crap, okay?
You got a problem, just say it.
I got nothing to say.
Oh, baloney. What-what, I'm an old man,
you don't think I can take it?
You really want to talk about this?
Damn right. You've been wanting to say something to me
ever since I got back.
- Why did you leave? - What?
When I was a kid.
Why did you leave our house?
Oh, boy.
Leroy...
after the war,
your dad and me drank a lot.
We used to go out carousing
almost every night with the guys.
But that's not exactly conducive
to raising a family.
I thought you were family.
Your mother didn't.
She came in one morning and said,
"Okay, war's over. Playtime's over.
John, get out."
Yeah, but you just left.
You n-you never said goodbye.
I'm so sorry, son.
I... I guess...
I guess I just didn't know how.
Tell you the truth, I wasn't-I wasn't well.
Sorry for the wait.
Uh, hope it has what you're looking for.
Thank you.
No. No. No.
- No. No. - Kasie, you okay?
No.
I'm being outsmarted by a vending machine.
There's no keyhole anywhere.
Not that I have the key, but... still.
- Just break the glass. - Oh, I tried.
- It's bulletproof. - Hmm.
Bulletproof glass for candy bars?
That's actually only the beginning.
Vibration alarm.
On a vending machine?
And it's not even plugged in. It must be
on a backup battery. And that's not to mention
the HD camera that's recording every transaction.
You know, ATMs aren't this secure.
Uh, stupid question, but did you call the 800 number?
Only 13 times. And left 13 messages.
It's all good. Just give me two minutes and a sledgehammer.
Um, and have you destroy evidence that might lead us
to Blonde Guy? No thanks.
I'll find another way into Fort Knox.
What's so valuable in here that's worth
all this protection?
I didn't blame your mother.
She was just trying to protect her family.
She didn't have to throw you out.
You needed help.
Oh, she tried to help me out.
I didn't want any help.
So I just left town.
Well, it might've helped to know the truth.
Maybe, but how could I explain that to a nine-year-old
when I couldn't even explain it to myself?
My dad should've told me.
Well, he was a stubborn old bastard.
No argument there.
I never thought we'd find that bracelet.
Where's your bracelet? You lose it?
Why do you say that?
Well, because I think if you had it,
you'd be wearing it.
No, I did not lose it.
I threw it away.
You what? Why?
I was angry.
And-and ashamed.
On the day I-I moved out, I... I just
threw it in the trash,
quit the club,
left town.
So why are you doing this?
We all made a vow.
And I was...
last one left.
And a man's only as good as his word.
Oh, yeah.
Life... has a funny way
of slapping you in the face sometimes.
Thanks, Randy. I'll take it from here.
Mm-hmm.
Here you go.
All right. Your personal effects. Let's go.
I have to?
Yeah, just be thankful you're not going to jail.
Jail would be safer.
Deegan will find me.
Rats never snitch twice.
Go ahead.
Okay. Thank you.
For nothing.
I have hit a brick wall trying to figure out
who owns this machine.
Sorry, Timbaland.
This an X-ray machine?
Technically, an industrial
radiology system.
- Sees through metal. - Indeed, it does.
- What am I looking at? - An image of the inside
of the left side panel of the vending machine.
I think that's the deadbolt.
All right, let's say it is-- then what?
Well, we unlock it. All we have to do is move it
two inches left.
How? The bolt's inaccessible.
Unless you have the key.
An internal magnet lock.
Yeah, that's what I'm thinking. Want to help me locate it?
- Absolutely. - Okay.
So, according to the X-ray,
the lock is 42 inches
from the ground, 12 inches in from the front.
Oh.
Hmm...
- Ah. - Yup, there it is,
right there.
Open. Open.
Open...
Oh, baby, we did it! We are in!
Nice job, Kasie.
Ah!
Okay, now, let's see what...
Whoa.
Kasie. Kasie, talk to me.
Wake up. Kasie, wake up.
Call 911.
Yes, sir.
Kasie?
Kasie, can you hear me?
Why are you yelling?
Oh, my God, are you okay?
Ow. I don't know.
What happened?
Oh! Oh, what happened to my hands?
- That thing shocked me? - No.
It electrocuted you.
Oh, damn.
- Oh, help me up. - No, no, no.
You're going to the hospital.
That's a better idea.
Hey, look. I knocked the power out.
That thing's defenseless. You can look inside.
Nice job, Kasie.
Ow.
Hey, how's Kasie?
Uh, okay. Doctors say that she'll recover. She just needs
some rest and less electricity.
I'm glad you were there, McGee.
Yeah, me too. How was your field trip?
What do we got?
Uh, well, we hacked into
the vending machine's CPU,
and it's connected to a network of eight others
around D.C. All act as regular vending machines,
selling junk food, but
also, as it turns out...
something else.
They are called Kicker Mintz.
Yes, I can see that.
What am I doing holding a box of mints?
Well, it's not real. It's a fake product,
designed to hide what's inside.
- Oxycodone. - 12 pills.
40 milligrams each. You put $300 in the machine,
you get a container. We pulled three grand
out of the machine's money processor.
Which explains all of the high-tech security.
Pretty ingenious way to sell drugs--
prescription pills hidden in plain sight,
positioned all over the city.
We got prints?
We found one on the inside of the glass.
I'm waiting on a hit now.
We also pulled touch DNA
off of one of the Kicker Mintz containers.
Running STR analysis now.
You two can do all this without Kasie?
No, they can't.
But they're helping.
She insisted on coming back, boss.
Nuh-uh. Doctor said rest.
I am resting.
Watch as I deliver this fantastic news
in a very calm manner.
Little help?
Yeah, sure.
All right. Okay.
- Grazie. - Mm-hmm.
We got a hit on the DNA.
Oh. Blond guy's name is
Oliver Sherry.
Bishop, with me. McGee, get an address.
Working on it.
Kasie, go home.
Oh, yeah, I'm fried.
Oliver Sherry.
Convictions for assault, armed robberies,
et cetera, et cetera.
Eh, he's just another Deegan stooge.
I want the man himself.
Hopefully Gibbs can get this guy to turn.
Not a good day for you, Oliver.
Found you in possession of hundreds of tablets
of oxycodone.
Yeah, I don't know anything about that.
I just load the machines.
And deliver poisoned omelets.
The agent that answered the door already ID'd you.
Well, if I don't follow orders,
I'm the one gagging on the poison omelet.
Okay, so who gave the order?
Forget it.
I talk, I die.
Then you got a problem.
'Cause here you are, talking.
And we're gonna make sure that everybody knows about it.
Or...
you could walk through door number two.
Tell us what we need to know.
And then we're gonna take down your boss.
And you'll live to weasel another day.
Going once, going twice,
going... What do you want to know?
Why did Lieutenant Johnson
give you an envelope full of cash?
Vending machine screwed up.
He bought a bag of peanuts
and it gave him 600 bucks in change.
Johnny Appleseed called the 800 number to give it back.
He started asking questions.
Could have blown the entire op.
You guys are gonna get me killed.
Not if you are willing to go on record
and say that Deegan ordered the hit on the lieutenant.
Uh... Deegan?
You think Michael Deegan is my boss?
Daddy's home.
Welcome back, boss.
Well played.
Can't believe it.
They actually let you walk.
Well, of course they did.
Did you ever doubt me?
Only you could get away with an attempted murder charge.
You want something to eat, something to drink?
Come on, sit, sit.
What about my machines?
I want all the Kicker Mintz cleared out.
Oliver Sherry's already on it.
Good.
I have to lay low for a little while.
Not a problem.
So what can I do?
You...
can walk out the back door.
Why'd you talk to NCIS?
Listen, I-I had to talk to them, okay?,
They came in here. I did not snitch.
Please. Please, you got to believe me.
Go ahead and drop it.
He was gonna kill me.
I was-I was scared for my life.
All right, boss.
Jack Fontaine.
The guy could sleep standing up.
Max Sprague.
Got shot twice in a firefight
and just...
...he just kept coming.
Albert Renquist.
Five-foot tall, six-foot wife.
Now L.J. Moore.
Well, Leroy,
we did it.
The last man promise is fulfilled.
Not yet.
This is for you, John.
I don't understand.
Where'd you get this?
Did you make this?
You make this?
I-I don't know... I don't know what to say.
That's the last link.
Well...
now you're the last man.
Are you sure?
Yeah.
I will make sure, John...
that you are buried with your brothers.
Thanks.
== sync, corrected by elderman == @elder_man