WHEELER: Gibbs failed his psych eval.
That is the definition of crazy.
If my wife and daughter were murdered,
I would be crazy, too. RANDY: You okay, man?
I'm on your squad. Folks call me Randy.
FRANKS: I ain't your commanding officer, I'm just your boss.
Lala. So, you're on my squad then?
Nope. You're on mine. FRANKS: I see you scratching him up
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're a Navy cop now?
What are you doing, Leroy?
You're not built for that, son.
OLDER GIBBS: I've seen more than my fair share of war.
Sometimes the worst part about losing a battle
isn't the losing.
It's the surviving that comes after.
I put off having a real funeral for them.
I put off selling that house.
I put off moving on.
And that morning, I couldn't
find the strength to pack a thing.
But I didn't leave empty-handed, either.
My wife believed
we all should have a code to live by,
a set of rules.
And I believed in her.
So, for years,
I wrote my own rules down on napkins,
scraps of paper.
I followed all of them to the letter.
And there I was, thinking,
"Look where it got me."
FRANKS: Lose your pager, probie?
Them beep-bops that thing makes-- they ain't suggestions.
Sorry, boss, didn't hear it.
How'd you find me?
Got a body waiting for us out in Case Springs. Get in.
GIBBS: The rules gave my life order.
But now, without Shannon and Kelly...
(engine starts)
...there was no order.
There was only surviving.
♪
(Franks groans)
Ain't this life at its finest?
One day you're smiling pretty for the cameras,
telling the world how you nabbed a serial sniper.
Next thing you know, you're out here trashing
the crocodile boots your mama gave you.
You want the rundown or you want to keep talking footwear?
I would like the rundown, please.
Emmett Sawyer,
22, local civilian.
Corporal found his body while he was out fishing this morning.
Looks like he was dragged
onto base and then dumped.
Tracks lead to a parking lot at the nature conservatory.
I've fished largemouth bass in the stream down the way.
Lot of times civilians wander over from the preserve.
Hell of a beatdown this boy took.
Where's the chief at?
(groans) I just radioed.
(exclaims) Oh. Son of a gun.
Dr. Tango's office said he's out surfing over at Lower Trestles.
Hanging ten. Of course he is.
Yeah, they sent a tech to track him down.
Might be a while, though.
You wearing boat shoes, Rando?
Unfortunately.
FRANKS: Evidence bag.
What's that-- plastic egg?
Hmm. Ah.
It might have fallen from his fanny pack.
Eddie's aunt wears fanny packs
like it's a religion.
Stuff's coming out of it all the time.
Who's Eddie?
Boyfriend.
It's okay to open it?
Unless you got X-ray vision.
Hmm.
(soft chuckle)
Mike. What you got?
Marijuana.
Ooh. Mm. Oh.
Got another one over here.
It ain't primo, but yeah.
Looks like we got ourselves a dope dealing Easter Bunny.
Sweep the area, see what else you can dig up.
Dominguez.
(clears throat)
I need to tell you... (clears throat)
I had a chat with Tish.
I might have mentioned...
...to her that, you know...
...what I said about
you and probie.
"Dog in heat."
Okay.
Okay, yeah, well, um...
Tish said I should tell you I'm sorry.
Well, are you?
I just told you what she said.
All right. Let's hurry this up so we can get home and hose off.
(Jackson grunting)
(clanking)
(Jackson groans)
Dad?
Yep?
(muttering)
What?
That mattress doesn't belong on the floor.
(grunts)
You been walking through a swamp?
You hungry?
Headed back to work.
Just came home to clean up.
Hey.
That boss of yours--
does he walk through the swamps with you?
Never leaves my side.
(door closes)
Yeah.
(grunts softly)
Mama gave me those boots.
And I told you how many times
to keep your mowing Reeboks in the trunk?
(chuckles softly) Did you talk to Lala?
Yeah, I told you I would.
And?
And you were right.
I feel cleansed.
(knocking)
Mike.
Jackson.
When'd you get in?
No, no, no. We're not doing that.
How many times I stood on this porch
and you dance around my questions,
you usher me back to my car? Not this time.
You and me are gonna sit down like men,
talk about my boy.
Well... I'm coming in, Mike.
I get this honey fresh from a stand on the side of the road.
Hmm.
It'll knock your socks off.
(chuckles softly)
Did I, uh... did I really hear you right?
You're... going with him?
Can't make sense of it myself.
Well, you just blink twice if you're in danger, sweetheart. (chuckles softly)
TISH: You two have fun catching up.
Nice to finally meet you, Mr. Gibbs.
(door closes)
Well, let's have it.
You didn't think to call me with an update?
You left. You weren't here.
I was here.
Minute I got the call about Shannon and Kelly,
I was on a plane.
I was here. I ain't talking about back then.
Leroy couldn't come.
I came for him.
I was here. I know you were here.
You were riding my ass the whole damn investigation.
Yeah. And then what?
And then Gibbs came back and you skipped out on him.
You disappeared. No.
No. I left town to get my head right.
And you let that son of a bitch
that killed my granddaughter run off to Mexico.
You see that?
He took everything from me.
And you let him go.
You let him go.
Ain't that simple.
We ain't got jurisdiction down there.
Huh.
Why'd you recruit Leroy to NIS?
Boy's a sniper,
not a Navy cop.
Why'd he agree to it?
He's got the makings of a good agent.
He needs time to heal,
not a gun and a badge.
Now, you tell him the...
the job didn't pan out.
Can't do that.
This job is what he wants.
And I'm telling you what he needs!
That boy's got a death wish! You know that!
And you're handing him a million ways to do himself in.
You want that on your hands, too?
"Agent Franks.
The best we got."
Huh.
That's what that moron Cliff Wheeler said to me.
Huh.
What a crock.
(door opens)
(door closes)
RANDY: Here we go.
Put the eggs on the counter.
Grab yourself an ECD.
Hey, we got an epic moment out here.
Kowalski, you back there?
Nah, he's down in the vault.
Inventory days are a bitch.
Oh. Thanks.
What's going on?
Gibbs is learning how to check in evidence.
All right, look at you.
Fill it out in full, I'll get you a receipt.
And make sure you write legibly
or Kowalski will whup your ass.
Hear about Artie? Yeah.
I got the invite to his retirement party
down at the Golden Corral.
Guess who Wheeler tapped
to take over K-9 ops part-time.
My man.
You're gonna be the new Artie?
We have a K-9 unit? It's just the one dog,
but he's all the dog you need.
So you're back in the field, then. That's great.
Well, I still got my evidence thing,
but, you know, I got the go-ahead
to be out as needed.
Baby steps, you know.
Make sure you're writing legibly
or I'll whip your ass.
Oh.
I've seen these before.
Mary Jane in 'em, right?
As I recall, a couple
of petty officers got pinched with these things
a few weeks ago. Can you pull us the file?
I can, but you're gonna have to wait a minute.
Hey, Herm, where's the log?
I just had it.
Just had it.
Inventory day.
Separates the men from the boys.
It's okay, we'll come back.
Hey. If you want to know where those guys got pinched,
it was the Shorewood Pines Mall.
And you're welcome.
("Can I kick it?" by A Tribe Called Quest playing)
♪ Can I kick it?
♪ Yes, you can ♪
♪ Can I kick it?
♪ Yes, you can ♪
♪ Well, I'm gone
♪ Gone ♪
♪ Can I kick it?
♪ To all the people who can quest like a tribe does ♪
♪ Before this, did you really know what life was... ♪
FRANKS: Make this quick.
Mall folk ain't my thing.
I talked to Sawyer's mom.
No known enemies, no known employment.
She did say he spent a crap-ton of time here.
So do his buyers.
If you were blitzed out of your gourd on grass,
where would you be loitering? Food court or arcade.
You answered that a little too quick.
(chuckling)
Giddyup. Get out of here.
Probie.
With me.
(video games beeping, chiming)
There is no manager. Place runs itself.
Mall security came over, said he knew Sawyer.
Eggs are over there.
Probie.
You and me need to grab a beer after work.
Okay.
These are what I was telling you about.
Arcade owner stocks 'em in the back.
Sawyer would steal a bunch,
take out the toy, put in his product.
Dan Prado.
You have many run-ins with this Sawyer?
He's usually around the mall somewhere.
Keeps getting picked up and then released.
Him and his partner. They selling to Marines again?
You working last night? Yeah.
I usually clock out at 11:00.
Right after lockup. You see Sawyer or this partner you're talking about?
Last night? No.
Partner's name's what?
Dougie. I don't have a last name.
Sawyer was found dead this morning.
Beaten.
You see him get into it with anyone lately?
No, um... (locker clatters nearby)
That's his partner right there.
That's Dougie.
Did you see Emmett last night or not?
FRANKS: Federal agents! Stop!
Stop!
♪
NIS!
Hands on your head. Turn around.
Now.
You good? Yeah, good.
Running is never a good idea, dude.
This our guy? FRANKS: He was running 'cause
he doesn't want to get booked for dealing or he was
running 'cause he doesn't want to get booked for murder.
Which one was it, huh? (grunts)
(grunting)
Gibbs!
We're all gonna die!
He's coming for us!
We're all gonna die!
You're gonna think I'm crazy. LALA: No.
I don't think you're crazy.
Look, I-I thought I saw him in the hallway again.
That-That's why I headbutted your man.
I'm sorry. Sorry, my ass.
LALA: Okay. Yeah, I hear you.
How about we take a breath and back up, yeah?
What happened last night?
Me and Emmett, we were out back of the mall,
by the loading docks.
Selling weed?
Little past midnight, Emmett left to take a leak.
So I-I was all alone.
And then-then I heard something.
S... Up above me.
Dougie.
It's okay.
Tell me what you saw.
It was...
it was, um... a thing.
Just-just straight-up stuck up by the roof of the mall.
Like, 30 feet in the air
and-and it was moving.
A person?
Nah, it was black, like...
like a shadow.
But with glowing eyes.
Red devil eyes and big-ass wings.
It was the Mothman.
(laughing)
The hell is this idiot talking about?
The Mothman's, like, an urban legend.
I know what it is. I'm asking
what kind of dumbass believes in it.
LALA: What happened then? DOUGIE: It started hovering
down towards me and I panicked.
I-I ran to the car and I slammed it in reverse.
(sighs) It was...
it was an accident. Uh...
Emmett was walking back and I knocked him over.
I just kept flooring it and-and flooring it.
I was freaking out. Like...
I felt the car go over his body. I heard it.
I knew he was dead.
Like, y'all don't understand.
O-Once you see the Mothman, it's like a curse.
Everyone around you starts to die.
That's probably why Emmett died.
And-and now you guys are probably gonna die, too.
And then you did something with Emmett's body, didn't you?
I-I put Emmett in the car
and I-I drove to the nature place. 'Cause...
I knew there was gonna be coyotes there.
Y-You know,
the Mothman-- he don't like coyotes.
(laughing)
What on God's green earth is this guy smoking?
There must be angel dust laced
in that dope of his.
(Franks and Randy laughing)
("The Right Stuff" by Chuck Hall & The Brick Wall playing)
(team laughing)
Then the guy says, "The Mothman
doesn't like coyotes."
(laughing)
I mean, it's not really funny,
'cause the other kid is dead, but...
Hey, if you don't find a way to laugh...
ALL: This job is gonna kill your ass.
Amen. (laughing)
Where's probie at?
If you want me to keep tabs on him,
you got to ask, Mike.
(chuckles)
VERA: All right.
The ending. Give us the ending.
Well, the car was right where Dougie said
it would be, with all of the appropriate damage.
RANDY: Dr. Tango called it vehicular manslaughter.
Probie, where you been?
I know Dougie was out of his mind,
but the way he was talking...
I read over his statement.
He wrote something in there he didn't say in the room...
Yeah, Dominguez told me.
He said he saw the mall cop outside
while he was peeling out.
Prado. Yeah.
Guy probably didn't mention it
'cause he wanted to stay out of it.
We'll give him a talk tomorrow.
Listen, um...
(clears throat)
I've been thinking maybe we put you in the field too quick.
What?
Yeah. Happens sometimes.
Happened to Herm, for instance.
So, you know, you ride the desk for a bit,
go back out in the field when you're ready,
all right? Because I tackled Dougie?
No. No.
Although the rule book says you should have waited
for my go-ahead. You were practically knocked out.
Probie.
Pop came to see me.
Said some things that made sense.
I want you on a desk till you get your feet under you.
♪ Well, I see you got yourself a brand-new. ♪
♪ And a voice
♪ That's softly (door opens)
♪ Saying... (door closes)
Good timing, son.
Wash your hands.
What did you say to Franks?
♪ Goodbye forever more...
He told you the job wasn't the best fit for you?
He benched me.
I'm strapped to my desk now because of you.
♪ Reason for li...
(music stops)
I, uh...
...got us some empties.
We'll do it together.
Listen, son, I know what that, uh,
house meant to you and the girls.
But you can't just let it sit.
You got to...
You got to pack it up.
And I'm not leaving till you do.
I'm not packing it up. I'm throwing it out.
What? What...
I'm throwing it out.
What do I need it for?
I was there throwing it out today.
I don't need your damn boxes.
I want you to come back to Stillwater with me.
I can use an extra hand around the store.
People care about you there.
You'll have support.
Support for what?
Bagging groceries?
Rebuilding your life.
I'm fine here, Dad.
I'm-I'm good.
You know, I walked in here,
lot of words popped into my head,
and "fine" was not one of 'em.
You think I don't know?
Took me a minute, but I put it together.
That son of a bitch killed Shannon and Kelly
runs to Mexico and you're just gonna let that go?
No.
You didn't join NIS to be a cop.
You joined to hunt him down.
And not just to cuff him and walk away.
No, I'm not gonna let you do it.
Not gonna let you throw your life away
just to put that bastard down.
What for?
Vengeance, son?
It's not worth it.
(bottle clinks)
You don't tell me what it's worth.
Leroy. Leroy.
You do not tell me what it's worth!
Son, son... Go home!
I want you out by the time I get back.
♪
(engine starts)
WOMAN: Hey.
Rule number 29.
"Learn to obey before you command."
I like it.
You figure out what number one is yet?
Not yet.
DISPATCHER: Dispatch to all cars. We've got a 211.
Happened ten minutes ago at Shorewood Pines Mall.
Confirming the sporting goods store was hit.
Large amount of firearms were stolen.
All units respond.
♪
OFFICER: Copy, Dispatch, 27 en route.
MAN: I've been working in sporting goods
for ten years.
Nothing like this has ever happened before.
How many guns did they get?
Couple dozen, at least.
They only took the MAC-10s,
but they got 'em all.
I need a hard count on those guns.
I'm on it.
Gibbs. Hey.
Boss said you were gonna ride the desk
for a bit. He not tell you?
No, he did. Gotcha. Listen,
um, unless he moved your desk to the food court,
if I'm you, I'm going back to the office.
Okay, um, Wetzel's over there
got in early to do pretzel stuff.
She saw a yellow cargo van screech off
from the loading dock out back.
BOLO's out. Franks and Lala left to track it down.
Any cameras on the dock?
Yeah, all pointed up to the sky.
Dougie said he saw Prado
outside the night before last.
Prado just denied it.
Scene's coming together, though.
Dougie's out there selling weed.
He sees the Mothman
up on the building, freaks out.
Someone's up there tipping the cameras,
Prado was supervising.
He's got a crew.
Let's bring him in. We don't have the evidence
to hold him and he's not gonna come voluntarily.
Lala did some digging.
Guy's fresh out the Marines.
Force Recon.
Decorated. No criminal record, but...
(Randy's voice fades out) MAN (faded out): There's another one.
I got a second robbery reported.
The toy store was hit, too.
Wait, you think they hit the whole mall?
I'll check it out.
What if Prado tries to leave?
You got to let him go. We got nothing to hold him on.
♪
(elevator bell dings)
GIBBS: Hey, Prado. Done answering questions, man.
Really?
Where you headed?
Home.
(bell rings)
Dude.
(officer speaking indistinctly)
The hell are you doing?
Holding you
till we have the evidence to hold you for real.
LALA: I'm looking for a yellow van
that was involved in a robbery this morning.
No, no, no, no, no, a yellow van.
Beautiful.
If I had a plate, I wouldn't be
talking to you, sir. Thank you.
Got a hit on the BOLO.
Vista PD said they saw a yellow van
parked outside a Denny's on 5th ten minutes ago.
You think they boosted
a bunch of guns and then stopped for an omelet?
Got a better lead?
He had a crew that could scale the building
like the Mothman and turn cameras.
I'll look into his Force Recon team.
Could be something there. Yeah.
Vera still here?
If you want me to keep tabs on her,
you got to ask.
She's off the clock. Queen of the rec room.
Strickland.
No, no, no.
Oh, come on!
The high score on this thing is BS.
LALA: Strickland.
I need your gentle touch
on this microfilm thing.
PRADO: Elevator's stopped.
A guy in here broke off the switch.
Hello? (button clicking)
(hits wall)
♪
I'm gonna press charges, man.
And I hope they take your badge for this.
I'm sure they will. I'm not even
supposed to be in the field.
You know, I think there's something really wrong with you.
Like, in the head.
I failed my psych eval.
I got nothing to lose.
I guess this is what happens.
Your partner looks worried.
Looks like he's got something to lose.
He's probably weighing his options.
Calls for help, gets you in trouble.
Doesn't matter.
Sooner or later, one of these cops
will walk by and realize we're in here.
Come on, man.
Just signal down to him that we need help.
I'll tell everyone we got stuck by accident,
pretend this never happened.
(clicks tongue softly)
The weapons you stole-- where they headed?
(scoffs quietly)
You got me trapped in here, and now what--
think you're gonna interrogate me till I break?
I haven't learned interrogation yet.
I did not steal any weapons.
Yeah, you did!
Yeah, you did.
Mm-mmm.
No. No, this Smith guy wasn't in Prado's unit.
And you said Ivanov served with Prado
but is deceased, right?
VERA: All right, Ivanov.
Ivanov... Big money, big money.
No whammies. And...
(machine clacking)
No, come on. It's stuck again.
Come on.
Be good for Mama. Come on.
Come on! Yeah, yeah.
Okay, here we go.
That's how you like it. Attaboy.
(chuckles) See, this is why I needed you.
Uh-uh. Ivanov is dead.
Great.
I mean, not great for his family. But
that leaves three members from Prado's team
that currently live in the area.
Skylar, Molina and Yee. (phone ringing)
Pull what you can on those three, will you?
Already on it.
Come on, baby, come on.
Dominguez. RANDY: Lala.
Is-is Franks anywhere near where he can read your face?
LALA: No. Why, what happened?
Well, judging by the context clues,
I think Prado tried to leave the scene
and Gibbs trapped him on the elevator. What?
Didn't Franks just bench him? Is he crazy?
Not sure. In other news, the toy store
was also hit. How do you trap someone on an elevator?
Well, apparently, you pull the emergency stop,
then break it off with your boot.
Just learned myself.
Oh, that's insanity.
You got to get him out of there.
What am I supposed to do?
If I call for help, he'll get reported.
Well, we can't just leave him in there.
If I let him stay a little bit longer,
maybe he can get
what we need to arrest Prado,
and no one'll even care about the elevator.
Where are you with the evidence?
Randy, Franks will murder us all.
I have three weeks' seniority over you.
Call security. Get him down.
I don't know. I need to process.
No... (dial tone)
(scoffs)
(groans)
What, problem with Gibbs?
He's gone rogue.
Just when you think the guy can't get any hotter.
You got something?
Oh, yeah. Okay,
team member Prado served with the longest?
Yee. Yee happens to own one of those,
uh, mobile auto detailing companies.
All those places have cargo vans.
We'll radio Franks,
tell him to meet us there. Let's go, let's go.
♪
LALA: Looks like they were busy doing something.
Oh, they wrote some kind of a code.
Found our Mothman.
Strickland.
Guns?
The hell?
(fence rattles)
Denny's was a bust.
Van wasn't there.
No guns, I take it?
No.
What's the update from the mall?
♪
(mouthing)
Oh, come on. Don't do this to me, man.
Your buddy's right.
Just tell me who you're selling the weapons to
and this'll be done for both of us.
So, I'm an arms dealer now?
You don't have anything on me.
Give it up. We've been up here long enough.
Come on, man.
(sighs)
What happened to Emmett?
What? Emmett.
You said he was killed.
You were out there when it happened.
You would know better than me.
I wasn't out there.
I didn't see.
Dougie got spooked by your guys moving the cameras.
He accidentally ran over Emmett with his car.
(knife clicks)
♪
Evidence from your buddy's garage
gives us enough to hold you long as we need.
But you want to play ball, tell us where the weapons are...
you might make your life easier.
(cuffs rattling)
You're a damn disgrace to the uniform.
(door opens)
Oh, God.
(grunts) Hey.
You know what would have been lovely?
(door closes) For one of you two
to hold the frickin' door for me.
Okay.
So, you see how the screw is stripped?
Oh, yeah. That's what gave me the idea.
Philip should be back any minute to test it out, but,
I mean, unless they gave him a hard time at the armory.
Hey, Dominguez.
I, uh, I got a gentleman caller
waiting for me on my couch, and this is technically
not my case, so... Are you hearing this?
Woody thinks they're taking apart these squirt guns
and using the heat guns to reassemble them.
What?
What would anybody do that for?
Why are you yelling?
I'm not yelling. That's how I talk.
You yell. It's hurtful.
Hey, what up, Philly Phil?
WOODY: Hey, did you got it?
Yeah.
Scottie was working the armory.
Yep. (cackles) There it is.
VERA: Okay. All right.
Everybody clench your butt cheeks.
Oh, that's right, I'm a genius.
(chuckles) VERA: Damn! Woodrow.
Yeah, no. This feels good.
I feel good about this. Fits in there tight.
Rando. Prado and his guys
were hiding the guns inside the toys.
RANDY: No. You mean to smuggle them?
Yeah. Does that link up with anything
you guys got going on there?
Uh, yeah. Some interesting stuff going on
here, too. Hang on a minute.
Boss, Prado and his guys were hiding the weapons
inside toy squirt guns to smuggle them.
Mary Jo, I transferred a call.
I got you, honey.
Thanks. Okay, yeah, totally weird here.
Tell me everything.
So, Franks is working that code you found
at the garage. It looked like a VIN.
But he figured out it was MGRS coordinates.
A location? You think that's where
they're sending the weapons? Yes.
But then Gibbs wanted to help figure out
where the coordinates landed because, you know,
snipers do this navigation stuff all the time.
Okay, get to the weird part.
So, Franks said no to Gibbs helping him.
He's icing Gibbs out.
But then Gibbs-- God love him--
he tiptoed up to Franks
like a big old GQ mouse
and he asked permission to have Gail
print out Prado's entire military history
because he's convinced from the elevator
that Prado's a good guy
and that there's something that we're missing.
Well, Franks made, like, uh, like, a grunting noise,
and Gibbs took it as a yes,
and so now Gibbs is watching Prado's file print at his desk,
but not too close because the printer freaks him out.
Wow. Yeah, make sure you breathing, honey.
I can't have you passing out on my desk.
FRANKS: Rando?
Coordinates landed us in El Salvador.
Let's go intercept us some weapons.
Got to go. Command center in the conference room.
("It Ain't Over 'til It's Over" by Lenny Kravitz playing)
Yeah, I heard it.
We gonna have to get ourselves a drink later
and analyze the heck out of all this.
♪
♪ Here we are
♪ Still together
♪ We are one
♪ So much time
♪ Wasted
♪ Playing games with love
♪ So many tears I've cried
♪ So much pain inside
♪ But baby, it ain't over till it's... ♪
LALA: Gibbs. Hey. (snaps fingers)
Gibbs. Did you hear what I said?
Port authority got our message.
It's done.
♪
Your crew was intercepted loading weapons
onto a barge headed for El Salvador.
You have any idea what you just did?
I do.
I read your file.
Your team witnessed a massacre.
Six months ago in Perquín,
141 men, women and children
were tortured, tied to mango trees
and shot by a government death squad.
But some of the families survived.
You and your team were passing through on a mission.
The surviving families pleaded for your help.
You escorted them to a church,
then you were ordered to leave
and resume your mission.
Civil war down there's ending.
Death squads are moving fast.
They'll sweep that church. It's only a matter of time.
Those families need a way to protect themselves.
What happened to Emmett is on me.
What happens to those families...
...is on you.
(knocking)
You know why he did what he did.
And why his team helped him.
Yeah.
His heart was in the right place,
but his plan was dumb as a wad of chaw.
Broke the rules, he's gonna do his time.
I want to know what you learned from that stunt you pulled.
Stop an elevator, you stop the world.
You can look inside a person, see what's real.
That ain't what I meant.
(exhales)
Gave you an order, probie.
You couldn't just sit at your damn desk.
Everything that's ever mattered...
...it was either taken from me or I threw it away.
This job--
it's all that I have left.
And I won't let you, my dad
or anyone take it from me.
Permission to return to the field, sir.
(sighs)
Pull a move like that again, riding the bench
won't be the issue.
You'll be off the damn roster.
Get out of here.
("There Goes My Everything" by Tammy Wynette playing)
OLDER GIBBS: A few months later, I found out a covert op
had saved the families of Perquín
from slaughter.
Franks knew there was a time and a place
to bend the rules.
♪ As they gently walk
♪ Across a lonely floor...
And my dad-- well,
in his own way, he knew that, too.
Excuse me.
I need you to make a quick stop.
♪ This will be goodbye
♪ Forevermore
♪ There goes my reason
♪ For li...
He knew more than I ever gave him credit for.
♪ There goes the one...
In a lot of ways, he knew me
better than I ever knew myself.
♪ There goes
♪ My only posse...
I wish I could go back and tell him that.
♪ There goes my everything...
I wish I could go back and thank him.
♪ There goes
♪ My only possession... (horn honks)
He knew that without any rules at all,
a man has nothing left to hold on to.
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