OLDER GIBBS: It kept me up.
A voice.
A scream.
The kind you feel instead of hear.
My gut...
It wanted me to stop.
I told myself everything would be okay.
Same as I told her.
And her.
(TV playing indistinctly)
(sighs) I love you.
Don't walk me to the door.
I know you hate watching me drive off.
OLDER GIBBS: My gut screamed louder.
It begged me to stop.
It said if I drove off,
I'd never see them again.
I hit the gas anyway.
And I drove away.
I drove away from them.
It cost me everything.
I told myself I'd never make the same mistake again.
(grunts)
But old habits die hard.
Franks said to bring you this.
♪ ♪
OLDER GIBBS: I still didn't know how to listen over all the noise.
I still couldn't face the truth,
and the truth was the same then as always.
The louder my gut screams,
the bigger the monster that's lying in wait.
♪ ♪
REPORTER 1: Melanie Hewitt's murder was covered up by the fire.
Can you comment on the fact that the sniper is now
announcing himself out in the open?
REPORTER 2: When will the Sheriff's Department
issue another statement?
They talked to you once already?
You're not with the sheriff?
Boss man. Who are you with?
Sniper's hide is a hotel room across the way.
Randy and Gibbs are sweeping it for evidence.
Sure it's the same guy?
Two unrelated snipers in one week?
Bastard shot right into the middle of a bonfire party.
Three dead,
all civilians.
Sheriff will pull rank,
but with all we did on the Hewitt case,
there's a good chance we'll get a joint investigation.
Tribune gave the sniper a name.
They're calling him "Sandman."
Because it happened on the beach at night. Get it?
It's clever as hell,
and it's gonna catch on. (siren wailing)
You got to be kidding me.
Forget about your joint investigation.
They're starting up a task force.
Shuffle on over there, Cliff, and get us on it. Get us on?
(scoffs) No one knows what the hell NIS even stands for.
All right. Wait, wait, Mike.
They're gonna take the Hewitt files,
and they're gonna shut the door in our face.
I said, "All right." No. Listen to me.
This started on base, Mike.
Okay? Regional's gonna string me up
unless we get a win here.
Why don't you let me go get some statements
before they kick my ass off the beach.
♪
WHEELER: Gentlemen.
You seeing this? Yep.
WHEELER: Cliff Wheeler, NIS.
Special agent in charge.
Dr. Tango?
Give me a hand with that zipper, will you?
It's all jammed up with sand.
They're starting up a task force out there.
You mind talking fast?
Unsubstantiated theory:
The forehead shot came first.
Everyone starts running,
so center mass was the cleanest shot
he could get for these second two.
Bullets went through and through.
All three were recovered and couriered to Forensics.
What about the shooter's M.O.?
(sighs) Franks says your new kid was a sniper.
He must be shedding some light.
He's... (chuckles) Yeah.
Staunch opinions.
But, you know, he's like,
"Get mad, duke it out, move on."
(chuckles) Sounds like you.
Excuse me, miss, we need this area clear.
I'm just helping him with this.
AGENT: You with the Coroner's Office?
No. I'm NIS.
All nonessential personnel need to leave the cordoned area.
J-Just let me...
Hey. Hey. Get off. Get off!
Hey, take it easy.
We've got it from here, miss.
You know what?
I hope you all have sand caught in your junk for days.
Not you, Dr. Tango, but the rest of you.
(indistinct chatter)
LALA: So, the task force is taking the Hewitt case files, then?
FRANKS: Yeah, but they can't stop us from doing our own digging.
For crying out loud. The only thing I got
from the hotel is that he had brown hair
and paid in cash.
The hell is that?
Where's my board at?
It got swiped by the Game Warden's Office.
I lifted this one from the mess hall.
You're trying to tell me
the board that I went to Office Depot
and bought with my own money's now got
koala bears on it?
There are no koala bears in this area, Mike.
FRANKS: It's not about the bears.
Koalas aren't actually even bears.
FRANKS: Damn it, Mary Jo!
(exasperated sigh) You're welcome, honey.
When you make that copy of the Hewitt file
for the task force, that's about as fast
as you should move, all right? No faster than that.
MARY JO: Ugh. RANDY: Curtis Martin.
21-year-old college student.
He was at the beach for the bonfire party.
Elizabeth Adams. Elizabeth Adams.
22, Martin's girlfriend.
Third victim was Dustin Cruz. He wasn't there for the party.
He just happened to be walking by. FRANKS: So, to recap,
I talked to the families, you all just read my notes.
The hell's he been doing on the horn
for the past 25 minutes?
RANDY: He's on with Forensics.
Woody said ballistics won't be done till next week.
FRANKS: So, what?
Probie's talking dirty to him
till he gets a different answer?
It doesn't make sense.
He kills Melanie Hewitt, and then he sets a fire
to cover it up, and then he goes
and shoots up a beach from a hotel window.
Why hide and then go public? (sighs)
Maybe the first one's practice, now he wants the glory.
(sighs) What?
When I was looking out the sniper's hide,
I got a feeling.
Prelim and off-the-record,
Woody said that bullets from Martin and Adams were damaged.
Traces of glass fiber.
Martin and Adams were the ones shot at center mass.
Sniper wouldn't fire on a target through a window.
The glass would throw off the trajectory.
First two shots were to break the glass.
Lovebirds were collateral damage.
That's our real target.
His daddy said he walked the beach every night.
Sniper knew his routine.
RANDY: Did he say he had any enemies? FRANKS: Couldn't think of none.
Said he was single, no kids,
he was a numbers guy that worked at some plant
that's been shut down for remodeling.
So... what's the connection?
Why would anybody want these two dead?
Have a think on it. Make it good.
Probie.
You get a gut feeling, you share it with the group.
Or you could try to prove it first
with Forensics and whatnot,
but that's a lot to sit on, ain't it?
Just 'cause you're scared of being wrong?
You and Dominguez, head to Melanie's
grandma's house first thing.
See if Melanie ever said anything
about this Dustin Cruz fella.
(grunts, sighs)
(breath trembling)
(ring clinking)
(groans, pants)
(groans)
♪
GIBBS (echoing): Don't you do it. Don't you dare.
(Kelly laughing)
GIBBS: Don't walk me to the door.
I know you hate watching me drive off.
Don't you do it. Don't you dare.
Don't you dare.
You're early.
Franks and Randy took a ride to Cruz's.
He was, uh, pretty into death metal,
existentially, but nothing to tell us
why he had a target on his back.
Nothing to connect him with Melanie.
We're waiting on a warrant
to search the plant where he worked.
She's around back.
You stalked her before I got here?
Snipers are sneaky as hell, man.
(knock at fence)
MARIA: You arrest Bugs?
No, ma'am.
Special Agent Dominguez.
I told you to arrest him.
LALA: Ma'am, did you see anything on the news
a couple nights ago about a shooting?
Happened on the beach?
TV blew out last Christmas.
Ms. Perez, Melanie was shot by a sniper.
You said it was a fire.
He set the fire after, we think to cover his tracks.
LALA: This man is another victim of the same shooter.
We're trying to find a connection
between him and Melanie.
Hopefully, that will help us
figure out who did this.
Never seen him.
His name is Dustin Cruz.
What is he, Mexican?
Nah. Never saw my Mellie hang around with them.
Stupid clothesline.
Squirrel got itself all tangled up in it.
Might be easier to get a new one.
I can fix it.
Oh, it would be no trouble. I could bring you one.
No.
I said I don't want one.
Mellie hung this one.
I don't want a new one.
(sighs)
(crying): I don't know how to be without her.
(Maria sniffling)
GIBBS: Ms. Perez.
We're gonna get the guy who did this.
You have my word.
Oh, your ring.
It's okay.
In a couple of days, you can put it back on.
(sniffles)
I put a few pictures together for you.
LALA: Gibbs.
You can't make promises like that.
I'll see you back at the office.
Cliff, all I need is for you to ask
your guy at the FBI to release the information.
Look, task force isn't going to agree to any of this.
No, no, no, this has nothing to do with that. Sir.
This has nothing to do with the task force.
This is about the personal matter I asked you about.
Oh, you mean the thing I said no to four times already?
Okay, listen. Just so you know,
the task force is putting the word out, all right?
They had an incident up at that sniper's nest.
Cliff, I wouldn't ask if I didn't need it.
They're calling it a safety hazard.
A safety hazard? I'm not asking for a buzz saw here.
No, the nest. The task force, okay?
One of their boys almost fell out of that hotel window.
They had to seal the place off.
Not even their own people are allowed in and out
till they get the glass back in and up to code.
FRANKS: Oof.
Sounds like a scary situation.
HERM: Kowalski. Sorry, sir. Excuse me. Kowalski.
Listen, you call your guy at the FBI,
you get the go-ahead, then it is 100% outside the job,
non-interference, hand to God, please.
(groans)
Look, task force doesn't care if we investigate
as long as we stay out of their way.
I need this done, Mike.
Yeah, I'll get it done.
And then you call your FBI guy on my thing.
This isn't about quid pro quo.
I can't keep calling in favors on things that are outside of...
Hello, sir. Good... greetings.
Boss, just to let you know, the warrant came through.
We can search Cruz's place of work.
But I-I'm sure you'll find me when you're ready.
Hey.
I'm late for lunch. Shelly's gonna kill me.
(car door closes)
(sighs) (car engine starts)
(car departing)
Tuck 'em away, boys.
Coming through.
Geez.
Hey, Strickland.
Hey.
(sighs)
(grunts): Oh, God.
These apes put all the small lockers on our side.
You ever notice that? Uh-huh.
So, I went to Daly's last night, and I talked to that bouncer.
Oh, the one Gibbs threw down with? Mm-hmm.
Bouncer said that the fight started because he accidentally
bumped into Gibbs and didn't say "excuse me."
Oh, that's freaking hot.
Ooh.
No. Yes, it is.
LALA: No, no.
Yes, it is. Listen. (chuckles)
That happened the night before he started here.
Self-sabotage?
Oh, that's hot as hell.
I know, a recent widower and all that,
but my God, one bat from those baby blues
and my panties, they would be on the floor.
(laughing)
Wait, were you down here waiting for me?
What's going on?
He's like a raw nerve out there.
He blames himself for what happened to his family.
He's blaming himself right to the edge of a cliff.
You worried he's gonna get you killed?
You're worried he's gonna get himself killed.
My God, Dominguez,
you really do take on everyone's crap.
No. Oh, yeah.
Yeah, you take on everyone else's crap,
and you miss...
the-the, you...
(sighs)
Okay.
You've been here working your ass off for what, two years now?
You're due for a promotion.
And... (chuckles)
Franks goes and recruits some war hero cowboy
with nothing to go home to
and nothing but time on his hands
to work all hours and get in good with the boys
faster than you can say "sausage fest."
And the next thing you know, bam,
Franks will promote him over you.
And no one will bat an eye.
Thing about Franks is misogyny is about
the only two-dollar word he can get behind.
Is that why you asked off his team?
Ooh.
(chuckling): Okay.
All right, I'm gonna hit the showers
and get something to eat before I get cranky.
(chuckles)
♪ ♪
RANDY: The plant is called Isan Manufacturing.
Dustin Cruz has been the CFO there for the last three years.
The place closed down two months ago
to transition from manufacturing Walkmen
to Discmen type stuff.
The hell's a Disc-med?
It's, like, the latest technology.
Location manager is meeting us there to show us around.
Boss, just so you know, I didn't hear anything
when I was by the door, you and Wheeler.
Nothing to hear.
Right, but... but even if I did...
Yeah, you didn't.
I'm just saying, even if there was anything to hear
in-in any doorway, I'm-I'm the type...
Randy, one more word out of you,
I'm gonna shove you out that door,
and I ain't stopping the car to do it.
Now, one of you idiots better tell me what a damn Disc-med is.
It's a prototype.
We call it the SpinMax-Pro.
Guaranteed not to skip.
I couldn't believe it when I heard Dustin's name on the news.
He was supposed to come back to oversee the reopening next year.
His office was on this floor? Yes.
I'll show you there, then I can grab you his personnel file.
Hey, probie.
Listen, I know how you get.
I need you to keep away from that sniper's hide.
The hotel? Yeah.
Task force sealed it off for safety.
Last thing we need is to give them a reason to come at us.
RANDY: Take your time, guys.
(powering up)
I got a computer in here!
It's gonna take a bit to get her cooking!
Oh.
Sorry.
I said it's gonna be a while, so...
What's wrong with it?
I guess it needs to warm up.
(tapping keys)
Thought you knew about these things.
I read the manual for the one at the office, but...
...boss said I couldn't turn it on.
I'll be damned.
One of Melanie Hewitt's?
Got ourselves a connection, boys.
I took another run at Dustin Cruz's dad and friends.
They were all shocked he had one of Melanie's totems.
Said he never once mentioned her.
None of his coworkers remember Melanie coming in, either.
FRANKS: Maybe the two of them were banging
and wanted to keep it secret. LALA: Uh-uh.
Maria Perez said her granddaughter
wouldn't associate with a guy who's Mexican.
Ain't she Mexican?
Puerto Rican.
Splitting hairs, ain't it?
Okay, Mike.
Probie, what'd I say about sharing with the group?
Melanie's grandma said that the totems were for protection.
Said Melanie got the idea from a book about Asian tribes.
There were no books like that in evidence,
but there was this one.
RANDY: The Power of the Dark Deceiver:
Flesh, Bones and the Occult.
What if her and Cruz were both mixed up
in this black magic stuff
and that's what got them both killed?
Existential death metal.
See what happens when you let it out?
You got to quit stifling the gut.
Old habits. FRANKS: Old habits, my ass.
Now we got a working theory
instead of yapping ourselves in circles.
Damn it, Mary Jo!
It's not her fault our board got swiped, Mike.
Oh, this new one sucks. It don't hold tacks with the same gusto.
So call the game warden. They're the ones that took it.
FRANKS: It's Mary Jo's problem to fix.
She's not doing her job.
So why don't you hire one of your guys to replace her?
I'm sure you could circumvent the typing eval.
Wait, what are we talking about?
It's getting late.
Let's call it.
♪
(door opens and closes)
(keys clinking)
(coughing in next room)
♪ ♪
GIBBS: Don't move! (trickling)
(exasperated sigh)
Dad. What the hell are you doing?
Taking a leak. You mind?
Oh, God.
(sighs)
Late night, huh?
(grunts)
Where have you been, son?
Dad, why are you here?
Well, I tried calling, but...
you don't answer, so...
I've been busy. Well, I've been worried.
You've been hiking in Nepal.
I asked you if I should still go. You said yes.
Now, if you wanted me to stay, you should've said that.
What happened to your face?
(sighs)
Did they catch the guy?
Who's taking care of the store?
I'm asking you, did they catch him?
There's no one to catch.
It was a bar fight.
How long are you staying?
(grunts)
I'm asking about Shannon and Kelly, damn it.
Now, did they catch the guy who did it?
He disappeared.
Mexico, they think.
♪ ♪
I'll make up the couch.
NIS?
Mike Franks recruited me.
You're a Navy cop now?
Mm.
What are you doing, Leroy?
You're not built for that, son.
(pager beeping)
(sighs)
(indistinct chatter over monitor)
MELANIE (over monitor): I am working right now.
Come on. I have to show you guys.
Please don't overreact.
She shot all these herself?
Month's worth.
All documenting her process.
Videos were damaged pretty badly in the fire,
but a little Windex and superglue,
and I was able to do a little resurrecting.
This guy here is the main event.
Looks pretty bad. Yeah.
This one was burnt worse than the rest.
I finally got it working about an hour ago,
but I put it in the machine and the machine ate it,
so I had to start over again.
Here we go.
(sighs)
Say a prayer to the VCR gods.
(static crackling)
(breath trembles) It-it's happening again.
They're watching.
I can feel their eyes.
I'm not paranoid.
I'm not.
What I'm feeling...
...it's real.
It's four days before she was killed.
They're not gonna stop.
They want me gone.
Abuela, I hope you never see this, but if you do,
know that I love you.
(speaking Spanish)
(crying, speaking Spanish)
Abuela...
(speaking Spanish)
WOODY: That's it.
She knew someone wanted her dead.
And I think she knew who.
Look.
The sniper's hide.
The room was sealed by the task force.
What's the light doing on?
Holy mother!
That place is totally haunted.
Someone broke in.
Or that.
Call Franks.
Tell him to meet us there.
(elevator bell dings)
♪ ♪
(clattering inside room)
Federal agents! Freeze! Door!
Clear.
BUGS: Stay back.
He saw it, he saw it.
Bugs?
Stay away!
LALA: Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.
Bugs, it's okay, man.
BUGS: I can't. I ain't in it.
LALA: Bugs. Bugs.
Look at me.
You remember me from the tunnels?
Let's talk.
I saw it on the news.
This is where I got to do it.
He was angry.
He was watching her.
LALA: You mean Melanie?
Who was watching her?
This is where I got to do it.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. We're here, man.
RANDY (distorted): We're with you. We can talk this through, okay?
It's gonna be okay. LALA: Bugs?
RANDY: It's gonna be okay.
BUGS: I got to do it.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
RANDY: We're here, man. We're here with you.
We can talk this through, okay? It's gonna be okay.
LALA: Bugs. (lighter flickering)
LALA: Step to me. Let's talk.
Boy, you ain't jumping.
You said someone was watching Melanie.
You ain't tapping out until I get a name.
What?
Guy wants to jump.
If that's what was staring me back in the mirror,
I might feel the same.
Matter a fact, if I'm being honest,
I probably would've jumped sooner.
Look, son, I ain't asking.
You're gonna tell me who was watching her.
I said...
you're gonna tell me who was watching her.
Then you can take flight.
LALA: Bugs. Bugs.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. RANDY: We're here.
We're... (grunts, yells)
(groans)
(Bugs sobbing)
LALA: Come on, come on.
Come on. Give me your arm.
(Bugs shouts) (handcuffs fastening)
How do you like that, probie?
Saved his ass.
(Bugs coughs)
LALA: You're okay.
(Bugs coughing)
♪ Close your eyes ♪
♪ Give me your hand, darling ♪
♪ Do you feel my heart beating? ♪
♪ Do you understand? ♪
♪ Do you feel the same? ♪
♪ Am I only dreaming? ♪
♪ Is this burning ♪
♪ An eternal flame? ♪
You've got to be kidding me.
♪ I believe... ♪
Randolf.
Randolf!
The task force is demanding custody of Bugs.
The clock is ticking.
When is Franks starting the interrogation?
♪ You belong with me ♪
♪ Do you feel the same? ♪
♪ Am I only dreaming? ♪
♪ Or is this burning ♪ Burning ♪
♪ An eternal flame? ♪
(over headphones): ♪ Say my name... ♪
Pregame ritual.
Any time there's a major interrogation,
he pops in some tunes,
puts on his headphones.
GIBBS: "Eye of the Tiger" type stuff?
LALA: Word on the street?
Soft rock power ballads.
Hey, listen, that, uh, typing eval thing.
I was gunning for Franks. I shouldn't have...
Don't worry about it.
(Franks slams on desk)
(door opens)
(door closes)
You want the crackers this time?
No, thank you, Mary Jo.
♪ ♪
Is there someplace we can watch?
Withdrawal.
Ain't no joke.
Promise this will make you feel better.
(spoon clatters, clangs)
Nancy's right.
Just say no, kids.
That is the best chicken soup on the entire West Coast.
Trina's Southern Soul Food.
I know I might have been brash back at the hotel.
It's a scary thing,
seeing you knocking on death's door, son.
You ain't my dad.
Why you got me in here?
I... I didn't do nothing wrong.
But you know who did.
Go on.
He says to listen to my gut,
but this and back at the hotel...
I would've done different.
Hey, I need you guys upstairs right now.
It's his first time watching.
No, right now. Come on.
Task force is going nuts
over us removing a suspect
from their crime scene.
Sheriff's Department is on the way over right now
to take custody of Bugs.
We got to connect him to the military.
Wheeler's orders.
Connect him how? Any way we can.
Any Marine or Navy tie
that we can find to argue custody
and finish the interrogation.
Okay.
Jamison, tell me who he is.
You said somebody was watching Melanie.
I need a name, son.
I didn't say that.
Yeah, but you did.
MARY JO: I'm looking for information on Jamison Boyd.
NIS.
Naval Investigative Service.
Sir, don't get snippy with me.
We're a federal agency, just like you.
Tony, Tony, no, no, no, no, no.
I-I need anything military.
Has he ever worked on a base?
Okay, then did he ever get fried next to a base?
Give me something.
Hey, sheriff is ten minutes out.
We got to move.
Ms. Perez?
MARIA: Yeah, I'm here. I'm thinking.
One time, Mellie said
that Bugs had a cousin that was Navy.
But I guess that was her trying to convince me that Bugs
was a good guy, from a good family.
She wanted me to think that he was her friend,
not her dealer.
She ever say this cousin's name?
Uh, Howie? Harold?
Something like that.
What did Melanie tell you?
What was she into,
some kind of Satan worship?
I can't be in here. Please.
Please? You know a guy
named Dustin Cruz?
Was Melanie seeing him?
Hey.
I need you to sit back down, son.
You ain't my dad. No, I'm not.
No, I am not.
Whatever your daddy did to you, I am not that.
Look at me.
I'm the good guys.
I want to take care of you.
Have a seat.
I saw it.
(crying)
You saw what?
I saw Melanie get killed.
I was at her house.
She was walking to her room,
and then...
she was just dead on the floor.
And I'm all hyped up on crank, you know, and...
I was the only person there,
and no one would believe I didn't kill her.
(crying)
You set the fire to cover it up?
(continues crying)
So you'd think it was an accident.
I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.
But you know who it was, though,
don't you?
You knew who was watching her.
Bugs, you know who was watching her. Who was it?
(knock on door)
You know who was watching her.
(knock on door)
I'm in there working this guy's daddy issues,
and you two are gonna cut in?
Task force en route to take custody of Bugs.
Son of a bitch.
We were trying to look for
a military connection to keep him here.
Maria Perez told Gibbs
about a cousin of Bugs being Navy.
We tracked him down.
His name is Hershel Boyd.
Read it.
Read it! (bangs table)
You enlisted illegally at 16
under your cousin's name, Hershel Boyd.
You were a Navy SEAL,
on track to becoming a SEAL sniper.
That's you, ain't it?
You saw Melanie get killed. Yeah, you did.
You saw her through the scope of your M40
right before you pulled the trigger.
You were the one that was watching Melanie.
You were the one that killed her!
No, no, no.
Then you went and shot up the beach.
When we found you at that hotel,
you were getting high, reliving your glory.
Whatever your daddy done to you,
you got a whole lot worse coming.
You want to get up out of this room, don't you, son?
You want to leave?
Hmm?
Look at me.
You ain't never getting out, not until you talk.
I said talk, boy.
I said talk! Talk!
I said talk!
I said talk! I said talk!
I did it. I did it! Talk!
I did it!
Huh? Say it so I can hear you.
I killed them. I killed them both.
Why?
Melanie and me were together.
I loved her so much,
but she didn't want me no more.
She wanted Cruz.
(crying)
I loved her so much.
(sobbing)
I loved her so much!
I loved her so much...
(door opens and closes over monitor)
That's it?
Yeah, we got him.
(Bugs sobbing)
ARTIE: There he is.
Biggest knockout of your career, no?
Jealous boyfriend every time.
Every time, am I right?
I'm right.
LALA: Hey.
I got some icing on the cake for you.
After your win in there,
I ran Bugs' boots over to the game warden.
He confirmed it. They were covered in dried crap.
Excrement is 100% bison.
Side note,
warden claims they weren't
the ones who swiped our board.
Hey. Hey.
Write clear numbers this time,
not the scribble you normally leave here.
Anyway, bison crap places Bugs
near the first sniper's hide.
It'll hold up in court, thanks to your confession.
Like I said, icing.
HERM: Yo, Franks, I heard your new boy
knocked some sense into that bouncer at Daly's.
(laughs)
Kowalski.
Look how pretty.
Whoa.
What a miracle.
I heard Wheeler's over the moon.
I'm sure he will release doves for the press.
Balloons, maybe. Hey.
Hey.
Hey, where you going?
I'm trying to pat you on the back here.
I'm trying to get out of here
before I do something to you I might get fired for.
Excuse me?
You tell Gibbs he failed his psych eval, I let that slide,
but you bring that BS into the bullpen?
Yeah, okay. That was a slipup.
Yeah, you're damn right it was a slipup.
You're out here throwing stones.
Let's not forget what was on your psych eval.
So, that's it, then?
You bring in your new boy, now you're ready,
gloves come off, you put me in my place?
(chuckles)
I hope you're not implying I don't like women.
Honey, I love women.
What I don't like are workplace distractions.
Now, you beat me to crime scenes,
you got a line on evals.
I don't know who you're screwing for your intel,
but Gibbs, he's all kind of messed up.
And I see you scratching him up
and then licking his wounds like a dog in heat,
so, lady, if you're gonna bang him,
you get it over with so we can get back to our damn jobs.
You talk to me like that again,
and I'm going straight to Wheeler.
(chuckles)
Yeah, you do that.
Thing about Wheeler, though,
he don't like distractions, either.
(door closes)
♪ ♪
VERA: You're late.
Here.
Wheeler did what you asked.
FBI gave me what I needed
to do my thing.
OLD GIBBS: I told myself it would be okay.
WHEELER: On behalf of the Naval Investigative Service,
I am proud to say that San Diego can finally
breathe a sigh of relief tonight.
Due to the tireless work of our special agents and staff,
NIS has arrested the sniper known as Sandman.
OLD GIBBS: I told myself I'd never make
the same mistake again.
Hey.
Look at that.
You did that.
OLD GIBBS: I swore if the scream came back...
...I wouldn't just hear it.
I would listen to it.
But old habits die hard.
People, well, they die easier.
Sometimes a lot of them have to die
for you to learn to trust your gut,
and I was only just starting to.
(Kelly laughing)
I was only just starting to listen to the scream
that said the worst monsters lie in wait.
The worst monsters let you breathe.
They let you think it's over.
They lull you to sleep, and then...
...enter Sandman.
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