NCIS: Origins (2024) s02e02 Episode Script

1
FRANKS: Dominguez looks strong.
Even better than she did
two weeks ago, huh?
I haven't seen her since the hospital.
- How's the leg?
- I'm good.
How's the interrogating?
You still haven't done
any interrogations?
We need to chat with Flaco Navarro.
He's the head
of the 63rd Street Chacales.
Call them off!
You owe me now, Mama.
("WHO BY FIRE" BY LEONARD COHEN PLAYING)
(BELL TOLLING, DOOR OPENS)
OLDER GIBBS: You're driving in your car.
A little girl runs
into the road in front of you.
(DOOR CLOSES)
You slam on the brakes,
but it's not enough.
Your car flips and
crash.
Who by water ♪
When you wake up,
you feel different.
Who in the nighttime ♪
Before the crash,
you walked by this church
a million times.
After the crash,
instead of walking by
you walk in.
Slow decay and who ♪
You walk in
and you think about the person
you were before the crash.
All the things you said.
All the things you did.
All the things
that made you who you are.
And who in her lonely slip ♪
And you wonder where that person went.
But what you might not know
is that everyone around you
feels like they were in a crash
of their own.
Who by avalanche ♪
After the crash,
they feel different, too,
right along with you.
And you're all just
sitting there, wondering
if there's a way to get back
to the people you were before.
Look at me.
Is calling ♪
Is there anything you can remember
about where he was calling from?
WADE: I left him.
Who by accident. ♪
It's my fault this happened.
Hey. You're up early.
- Sorry. Was it too loud?
- (REMOTE CLICKS)
No. It's fine.
I needed to get home
and showered anyway.
Your shower really sucks.
Who died?
No one.
I'm prepping for my first interrogation.
Oh!
Baby's first interrogation.
- Look how your face lit up.
- (CHUCKLES SOFTLY)
How do you feel?
You excited?
Nervous?
Hungry.
(SMACKS LIPS)
I'll make some eggs.
(REMOTE CLICKS)
FLACO: Hail Mary,
full of grace,
the Lord is with thee.
What the hell's this?
You following me, Flaco?
What? Y'all be popping up on me
all the time.
At the park, at my crib.
Guess I be popping, too. Surprise.
You need to pop your ass into
that confessional over there.
I'm not the one pulling guns out
on innocent old ladies.
You know that was my tía
you drew down on, right?
Yeah, I know.
But something tells me
she's not that innocent.
I saved your boy's life.
The little redhead.
His ass would've been folded
had I not intervened.
So it's like I told you before
- you owe me, Mama.
- (SWITCHBLADE OPENS)
Don't think
I won't stab you in a church.
(SWITCHBLADE SHUTS)
Give my love to your tía.
(DOOR OPENS)
(BELL TOLLING)
FLACO: Noticed you walked here.
It's quite a hike.
You're not driving no more, huh?
I get it. I'd be gun-shy, too,
if I flipped my whip like a Hot Wheel.
You're not a tad curious what I want?
Benefits us both.
Okay, what?
It's easier if I show you than tell you.
Come on, Mama. Live a little.
OLDER GIBBS: It's not just the church.
After the crash,
you find yourself walking
into a lot of places
you never would have before.
If either of you try anything,
I swear to God, I will cut you both.
Understood.
FLACO: What'd I tell you, homie?
She's a little gangster.
My boy Manny here didn't think
you was gonna come.
- (ENGINE STARTS)
- Ye of little faith.
OLDER GIBBS: Thing is,
no matter how hard you try to go back,
you're not the same person
you were before the crash.
And you never will be.
♪
(CAMERA CLICKING)
- The hell's Gibbs and Dominguez?
- I don't know.
Gibbs was over here a minute ago.
Yeah, I know. He wouldn't shut up
about me putting him in interrogation.
That was today?
I could've sworn that was yesterday.
It was yesterday.
The day before that, too.
Damn kid won't shut up about it.
Why don't you just let him do
an interrogation?
You know what happened to Carl.
(SIGHS)
Yeah, I do.
Oh.
Oh, there he is.
FRANKS: Hell's he doing,
- taking a stroll?
- I'll go get him up to speed.
TANGO: Mike.
How goes it, Chief?
Sorry.
Pulled into the wrong parking lot.
That plaza a ways back.
I got Gibbs searching for sand dollars,
you parking at Dairy Queen,
body's right here.
- There was no Dairy Queen.
- What's all this about?
FRANKS: Figured kid was
out surfing, lost his board.
TANGO: The rip cord
attaches to the ankle,
not the waist, Mike.
Then I'm stumped.
TANGO: Some sort of abrasion.
Seems fresh.
Irritated by the salt water.
Hey. There's something poking up here.
I need to get this off, take a look.
RANDY: How stoked am I?
First case back.
It's paradise, basically.
To go from the desk to this, it's like,
- "Pinch me," you know?
- (CHUCKLES)
- What'd I miss?
- Oh.
Victim is still unidentified.
Group of sailors
doing formations found him.
No signs of foul play,
so we're thinking it's a drowning.
By the way,
what are you doing over here?
I was looking for Lala.
Thinking she might've gone
to the wrong part of the beach.
Yeah, no, it's a
That's a public beach here.
Navy beach starts over here.
Oh, crap.
Did I forget to pick her up?
No. It was my turn.
Yeah. I waited outside her place
for 20 minutes.
- She wasn't there.
- Maybe she spent the night
at her sister's last night?
Sternum's broken at the upper joint.
It's an injury consistent with CPR.
Someone tried to save him,
then just left him?
(LOUD RAP MUSIC PLAYING IN DISTANCE)
Whoa! Lala's sister get
a new pimped-out ride?
FRANKS: What's the matter?
Y'all never seen a woman
hop out of an Impala before?
Come on. Let's get this body
loaded up. Let's go.
Hey. I waited for you at your place.
Sorry. I got held up.
Well, you could've paged me.
I would've waited longer.
It's okay. I got a ride.
My neighbor brought me.
Hey, gang. What do we got?
How's it hanging, Cliff? You
getting settled back up in your lair?
This body that washed up on
the beach what are you thinking?
I'm thinking I've had the case
for all of 20 minutes.
The only reason
I'm back up in that office:
my solve rate, Mike.
My uncanny ability to get the
best out of all of my agents.
Now, if I want to stay up there,
that has to continue.
What's that got to do with me?
Means let's get this beach thing
closed and quickly.
All right?
Dot those I's, cross those T's.
Dotting and crossing is what I do.
By the way, Gibbs asked me
to put in a good word
about him interrogating.
That damn kid. He's obsessing.
Why don't you just let him do it?
You know what happened to Carl.
- What happened to Carl?
- His first interrogation
he got all worked up, couldn't
hold on to his biscuits.
- He vomited?
- All over the suspect's shoes.
Well, just tell Gibbs not to eat
- before he goes in.
- It ain't that simple, Cliff.
I put a lot of hours into this kid.
Been a big investment.
If I let him go into that box early,
I've seen it blow guys' whole careers.
I thought Carl was just incompetent.
You're saying he never reached
his full potential? Hmm?
MARY JO: Franks,
I gave Randy your missing persons list.
- He's going over it now.
- Thank you.
Oh, Phil called.
He said there's gonna be a delay
- in processing your evidence.
- Why?
Woody went to Boca
to celebrate his mom's birthday.
Okay. I guess.
Gail, I'm gonna be upstairs
decluttering with Wheeler.
Oh, yeah. Barrett really made
a mess of that office
with all those papers and cigars.
If I don't get all of that out of there,
Wheeler's OCD is gonna get
the best of him.
I thought he had IBS.
It don't got to be
one or the other, Gail.
CARL: Yeah.
- (TYPEWRITER CLACKING, DINGING)
- L-O-U-G-H
(KNOCKING)
Hey.
Did you get an I.D. on your John Doe?
I heard he was, uh, wearing
an umbilical cord or something.
You got a minute?
- Yeah. Hey.
- (FINGERS SNAPPING)
Carl, we need the space.
On the phone, Vera.
Yeah, with Blockbuster,
complaining about your charges.
Uh, I got to call you back.
That's right.
Next time, either rewind
your little nudie films
and return them on time
or pay the penalty.
- Hmm, hmm. What's up?
- (CLEARS THROAT)
You know this guy?
Uh, yeah. That's Rico Luna, right?
Yeah, I know him.
He, uh, used to run
with the 63rd Street Chacales.
But I heard he splintered off,
started doing his own thing.
Why?
I think he killed someone.
Yeah. He's one of Flaco's guys.
They are all killers. You know that.
You okay?
And what's this I hear
about your neighbor giving you
a ride to the crime scene?
Next time, just call me.
It wasn't my neighbor.
'Cause
Okay, well, Gibbs said that you
I know what Gibbs said. I lied.
Why? Who dropped you off?
- (BEEP)
- RANDY: Sup, Vera Strickland?
It's Randolf on the mic.
- Have you seen Lala?
- LALA: I'm right here, Rando.
Oh, phenomenal.
Could you please head over
to the bullpen?
'Cause we just got an I.D. on our body.
Yeah. I'll be right there.
You just gonna leave me hanging?
We'll talk later.
Victim is Miguel Castillo. 19 years old.
He's a sophomore at Coronado College.
How'd you I.D. him?
His roommate called him in missing
when he didn't come home last night.
We matched his photo to the body.
FRANKS: What's the latest from Tango?
Confirmed cause of death is drowning.
No indication he was held underwater,
so it appears accidental.
We still can't account for where
the scrape on the leg came from.
Could've happened when they were
dragging him out to do CPR.
LALA: What kind of person tries
to save him
and then leaves him out there?
What do we know about the kid?
He got a record?
No. But
his dad does.
Jack Castillo.
Month ago, a neighbor heard
yelling from his house,
called 911. When the cops showed up,
Miguel had a black eye,
and his dad was charged with assault.
Gibbs, let's take a ride,
talk to the daddy.
Dominguez
I'll check in on Phil, see if he
figured out that umbilical cord yet.
- The what?
- The thing on his body.
Rope was coming out his back,
not his belly.
I'll call Coronado College, see
who we can talk to down there.
Dominguez, word of advice.
Whoever you're knocking boots with,
that's your business.
But your fella drops you off
at a crime scene,
that makes it everybody's business.
My "fella"?
Don't get me wrong,
I ain't judging, but
Look, I'm glad you're
having fun. You deserve it.
I'm just glad you're back.
Boss, did Wheeler mention
anything about me interrogating?
Probie, just get in the damn car.
FRANKS: Know this is hard, Mr. Castillo,
but we got to ask you a few questions.
It's okay if I shut this off?
Boy's mama around?
She passed away.
She O.D.'d when he was four years old.
I was all that he had, and
he was all that I had.
What happened last month?
His police report said
you laid hands on him.
He lost focus.
I was just trying
to get him back on track.
We got to arguing.
His grades slip?
No, uh, lap times. Uh
He was a swimmer.
Yeah.
Looks like he was a damn good one.
(SOFTLY): Yeah.
You know, Miggy didn't have
a whole lot of natural talent.
But we would train
till we couldn't train no more.
Scholarship was the only way
he was gonna get to college.
Lord knows we couldn't afford it.
My boy, he trained hard.
Got a full ride to Coronado.
You got any idea what this thing is?
Miguel was hooked up to it when he died.
It's a swim training parachute.
Creates resistance in the water.
Helps increase your speed.
Uh, wait.
He had that on him?
You saying he was training
out there in the ocean?
GIBBS: Were you still training him?
Yeah, whenever he asked me to.
- He ask you to last night?
- Gibbs.
- No, he did not.
- Then where were you?
Gibbs.
I was at home, alone.
You were out there with him,
and you pushed him too hard.
You want to talk about pushing him?
Why don't you ask his teammates
on the swim team, huh?
They're the ones that were
He drowned. You pulled him back
to shore, you tried
to save him, but you were too late.
What are you talking about?
♪
That's all for now, Mr. Castillo.
Appreciate your time.
(DOOR SLIDES OPEN)
(DOOR SLIDES SHUT)
Why are we leaving?
Boss.
- Boss!
- The hell was that?
(STAMMERS) He admitted
to hitting his kid.
You heard him say
how hard he trains him.
He trained him to death out there!
I said you ain't ready to interrogate,
so you got to go in there
and put on a show?
He was ready to break.
The hell would you know about it?!
You were in there
trying to prove a point
instead of listening
to the one he was making.
What?
He was trying to tell us
to look at them swimmers
while you're busy stunting your career.
Stunting my career?
Hey!
What, you think I'm like Carl?
I think you ain't ready to interrogate,
and you just proved it.
(CAR DOOR SHUTS)
(ENGINE STARTS)
That's all right. You ain't got to talk
if you don't want to, brother.
'Cause your prints,
they'll talk for you.
Them blabbermouth prints
of yours won't shut up
till you're doing 20 in San Quentin.
♪
CHUCK: That ain't my gun.
That's all I got to say.
Quit lying to me, boy!
That gun belonged to you, didn't it?!
Didn't it?! Didn't it?!
- (DOOR OPENS)
- DIANE: Oh, my God.
If today taught me one thing,
it's that I don't think
I'm cut out for real estate.
I was thinking maybe accounting.
I'm good with numbers.
What do you think?
Sounds boring.
Fireman, then?
- Oh.
- That the swimmer kid?
GIBBS: Mm-hmm.
I see you're still prepping
for your big interrogation.
You gonna get in there soon?
Franks doesn't think I'm ready.
And how do you feel about that?
There's this guy Carl.
When he did his first interrogation,
he threw up, and it stunted his career.
Pretty sure I was asking
about you and not this Carl guy.
Let me tell you a story.
My boss wouldn't give me
any listings over 200K.
He kept them all for himself,
said I wasn't ready.
But I knew I was.
So I went door to door
in Crestview Estates,
convinced some random rich guy to sell,
and sold his ridiculous
McMansion for 12% over asking.
(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)
So why do you want to be an accountant?
I'm just saying, sometimes you
got to grab the bull by the horns.
♪
(WHISTLE BLOWS)
GOWER: Coach?
Guys from NIS are here.
FRANKS: Agent Franks and Randolf.
How are your boys holding up, Coach?
Better than me.
I canceled practice today, but
a few of them showed up anyway.
Pool is their sanctuary.
Miguel had one of them parachute
things on him when we found him.
Yeah, that's what we heard.
They're a great tool,
but they should never be used
in the ocean.
Way too dangerous.
- Did Miguel know that?
- All the guys do.
So then why risk it, you think?
HUGHES: Ocean training is brutal,
but it works.
Miguel's times were slow,
so he was under a lot
of pressure to get quicker,
no matter the risk.
His dad said some of them swimmers
were pressing Miguel hard.
Y'all okay with that?
His dad pressed him pretty hard, too.
HUGHES: Maybe we were all a little
tough on him.
Our captain Owen especially.
He one of them out there now?
No. He told me he was in
the group headed to your office
to be interviewed.
Then I'm sure he is.
I ain't in charge of scheduling.
HUGHES: Hey.
Take it easy on my guys, will you?
They've been through hell
this season, even before this.
FRANKS: How's that?
They all lost their scholarships
this year.
School took all our money
and put it towards
football and basketball.
Screwed our boys over.
So how'd Miguel get money for tuition?
- (PHONE RINGING)
- I'm not sure.
I know he was current on his dues.
I just assumed his dad
came up with the money somehow.
(QUIETLY): His daddy don't know
he lost his scholarship.
LALA: Yeah.
Last name Luna, first name Rico.
No, I'm just wondering
if you guys were ever able
to pick him up on anything.
I'll give you a call back.
Just talked to Randy.
He faxed over some school records.
Miguel and the team captain
got suspended for a meet
because they got arrested
for fighting down in Tijuana.
Captain would be
Owen Hawkins?
Yeah.
Randy said the guy pushed Miguel
pretty hard in the pool.
What's this about their scholarships?
Coaches said all the swimmers lost them
because of budget cuts.
It says here Miguel
paid off his tuition in cash.
Where do you think
he got that kind of money?
Mm.
Oh, you working a case with Vera?
Huh? No. Uh, this is just, um
(CLICKS TONGUE) You know,
I heard you've been badgering Franks
about getting into interrogation.
Is that because I brought it up
to you the other day?
What? No.
Uh, you didn't bring up
me interrogating, did you?
Yeah. I did.
Last week.
In the dark room, remember?
Oh.
Yeah. Right.
Well, maybe subconsciously
it got in my head.
I mean
I do care what you think.
Bunch of big boys
in our lobby right now.
Their bodies are bangin'.
LALA: They're swimmers.
- Here for us.
- Mm.
Hey, Roy, heard you're on a
real interrogation kick lately.
(QUIETLY): I believe you and I
have some unfinished business.
You said we could talk later.
I just been sitting there
waiting since yesterday.
Didn't even go home to sleep.
Would you stop?
Uh, help Gail get the swimmers
checked in. I'll be right back.
Uh, Phil called from the lab to request
that you all stop calling him.
He's very overwhelmed without Woody.
Does he have an ETA on our evidence yet?
Okay, here's the team roster
and the forms the swim guys
need to fill out.
Write their name on top,
then match them to the people
out there.
After that, we'll take them up
to the conference room one by one.
Isn't this the secretaries' job?
Yes, but don't worry, you can do it.
Lookee what I got.
Where'd you get that?
I did some digging
after you abandoned me.
Apparently, this is the only
known photo of your guy Luna.
Had the FBI fax it to me.
Why?
Because it seemed like
he was gonna be important to us?
- Uh
- I would've made you a copy.
Okay.
Come on.
What is going on?
Is he the one that dropped you
off at the crime scene?
- 'Cause
- No.
It was Flaco Navarro.
Hmm? What?
Dude, are you serious?
Yeah.
I was at church,
he stopped by,
talking about how I owe him,
and he wanted me to take a ride.
Okay, since when do you go to church?
That's your question?
- Take a ride where?
- To a cemetery.
He showed me his cousin's grave.
Said Luna murdered him two weeks ago.
And what,
Flaco wants you to investigate
his cousin's murder now?
He wants me to take Luna down.
With what evidence?
Flaco's got some.
Some what? Something he's gonna plant
- for you to fi
- Shh.
(QUIETLY): He gonna just plant
something for you to find?
- Did that accident knock a screw loose?
- Hey. (SHUSHING)
Okay. The vents.
Relax.
I didn't say I'd do it.
I just said I'd think about it.
What is there to think about?
Luna is a monster, Vera.
We're talking at least
a dozen brutal homicides.
FBI's been after him for years,
but he's careful.
They can't pin anything on him.
Do you hear yourself?
- What did I say that's so bad?
- I don't know.
You rationalizing
doing Flaco's dirty work.
He is playing you.
You're gonna tank your whole career.
You don't see that?
Just promise me
you're not gonna do this.
You know the world would be
a much safer place
with Luna locked up.
I could say the same thing about Flaco.
All right.
Thanks for your patience, guys.
We'll get you in and out of here
as quick as we can.
- Uh, Mitch Sanchez?
- MITCH: Right here.
Fill that out, please.
- Brian Patterson?
- Here.
♪
Who are you?
Owen Hawkins.
And you're the captain?
Yeah.
Gail.
Is the interrogation room open?
I think so. Why?
Our victim had a scrape
on the side of his leg.
That kid has the same thing.
So, what's that mean?
Means I'm taking him downstairs
to interrogate him.
Really? I heard Franks
won't let you into interrogation
because Carl puked in there.
Come with me.
♪
(LOCK CLICKS)
♪
GAIL: Lala! Where did you go?
- I was looking everywhere.
- I was talking to Vera.
Did Gibbs start the interviews already?
He's not in the conference room.
It's not my fault. He went rogue.
Gail, where is he?
What happened with you
and Miguel down in Tijuana?
You get into a fight 'cause he was
holding you guys back in the pool?
- What, was he too slow?
- No.
We weren't fighting each other.
We drank too much
and got in a bar fight.
(FAINT CHATTER)
(DOORKNOB RATTLING)
(SIGHS)
Where were you two nights ago?
I threw a kegger at my place.
The party went until 3:00 a.m.
Most of the team was there.
You know someone was with him,
out there training, when he drowned.
You think it was me?
I wouldn't train in the ocean.
That's reckless.
Seems like something
his dad would do, though.
I'd talk to him.
We did. Said it wasn't him.
Well, I'm saying it wasn't me.
How did you get that scrape on your leg?
This? It's nothing.
It's from the cord of a parachute
we use for training.
Chafes my leg sometimes.
Well, it chafed Miguel's leg, too.
Makes sense. We all use it.
(CLEARS THROAT)
But then, why are you and him
the only ones
whose legs got all scraped up?
The rest of the guys upstairs didn't.
You know what I think, Owen?
I think you got that scrape on your leg
from training with the parachute
out in the ocean.
The rough waters.
Easy, Gibbs. You got him.
Miguel wasn't a strong enough
swimmer to be out there,
but you took him anyway, didn't you?
To push him.
He drowned.
You tried to do CPR.
That's not what happened. I swear.
What did happen?!
What did you do?!
I didn't do anything.
- No, Gibbs. You had him.
- What did you do?
What did you do?! Tell me!
I'll pull it out of you if I have to!
(PANTING)
Did you hurt your hand?
Just tell me what you did.
I don't have anything else to say.
Do I have to, like, do this?
- Am I under arrest?
- Should you be?
Oh, my God.
(POUNDING ON DOOR)
(LOCK CLICKS)
What the hell are you doing?
- I had him.
- Yeah, and you lost him.
He said he wants to leave.
- We can't hold him.
- FRANKS: Where is he?!
I hope to God what Gail
just told me ain't true!
He defied me, Cliff.
- I heard you the first time.
- And Lala said
the kid was about to break, too.
I think he was the other kid
out in the ocean that night,
but Gibbs went too hard at him
and spooked him.
- Where is he now?
- Last I seen, icing his paw.
- No, not Gibbs, the swimmer.
- I don't know.
Probably off doing
whatever college kids do.
- Eating ramen and diddling himself.
- (SHREDDER WHIRRING)
Please, Mary Jo.
I can't hear myself think.
It's the quiet shredder.
(GROANS) It ain't quiet enough!
As if I ain't got enough problems,
Woody's out of town,
so my forensics is delayed.
- Mary Jo, shredder, please.
- That's just another example
of how I'm put-upon, Cliff.
The burden this job lays at my doorstep.
- (SHREDDER WHIRRING)
- Damn it, Mary Jo!
Mike, hey. This can't wait.
Okay? Look around.
- There's paper everywhere.
- What happened to this
being your first
important case back, huh?
Crossing and dotting and whatnot.
That's your job, not mine.
- Excuse me?
- I am SAC again, Mike.
Okay? I cannot be el jefe
and a shoulder to cry on.
Oh, don't forget who helped get
your ass back up here, Castro.
She knows. Don't you, Mary Jo?
Boss, Owen Hawkins lied to me.
His alibi didn't check out.
He said he was at a kegger at
his house when Miguel drowned.
There was a party,
but the other guys on the team
said Owen wasn't there.
Let's go.
Move your ass.
(ROCK MUSIC PLAYING OVER STEREO)
(KNOCKING ON DOOR)
FRANKS: Federal agents!
Owen Hawkins, open up.
We need to talk to you.
Uh, he's not here.
- FRANKS: Open the damn door!
- (KNOCKING)
We're looking for Owen Hawkins.
He lives here, doesn't he?
Do you guys have, like,
a warrant or something?
You're supposed to ask that
before you let us in, dumbass.
It's too late now, bud.
- (BUTTON CLICKS)
- (MUSIC STOPS)
We ain't worried about
a little Mary Jane.
He's not back here, boss.
All right, last chance.
I ain't gonna ask you again:
Where'd he go?
I don't know.
- Where'd he go?
- I don't know.
FRANKS: You're lying, boy!
Talk!
I said talk!
Mexico.
- He
- Where in Mexico?!
I-I don't know. He took a bus.
That's all I know, I swear.
Now, that's when you go hard.
(SPEAKING SPANISH)
All right, we got a college boy
heading down to el México.
We know he's going by bus,
and all the lines tonight
are running to the same four cities.
Ensenada, Tijuana,
Tecate and Rosarito.
Dominguez is calling the station?
Yep, and we already faxed
Owen's photos to all four.
(SIGHS) No sign of him yet, though,
and the dispatch dude in Rosarito
says our fax never came through.
Probie, go re-fax the kid's photo.
Isn't this the secretaries' job?
Yeah, but you can figure it out.
- I'm sure I can.
- Boss, Owen and Miguel
were partying in Tijuana
when they got arrested.
Isn't he likely
to go someplace they know?
Dominguez, where do the gringos
hang out in Tijuana?
I don't know.
You're Mexican, ain't you?
I think they stay various places, Mike.
Well, call our pal down there. Rodolfo.
You mean Rogelio?
Yeah, tell him to put
a BOLO out for Hawkins.
They do have BOLOs down there, right?
Ay, Mike.
(FAX MACHINE BEEPS)
Mary Jo, I got to fax a picture
to a Mexican bus station.
Do I dial a "one"?
- Mary Jo?
- (FAX MACHINE BEEPS)
- (BEEPING)
- (MUTTERS)
Let's see.
- (BEEPS)
- (MUTTERS)
Gail!
- Hey, Gai
- CARL: Need a hand?
Hi, Carl.
- (FAX MACHINE CHIMES)
- Oh, I got something for you.
Dramamine.
It's generic, but it'll do the trick.
- I-I don't need this.
- Oh, I heard about
what happened in interrogation.
- I didn't vomit, Carl.
- Really?
'Cause I heard you fractured your hand
- and blew chunks everywhere.
- Well, that's simply not true.
My suggestion?
That dream of being an interrogator,
you need to let that go.
Find a niche.
I'm Fish and Wildlife
with a side of office equipment.
Yeah. You're gonna be fine.
Probie, with me.
Woody's back. He's got something.
- Boss, I know I messed up.
- Yep, you sure did.
But you can save your sorries, probie.
They ain't necessary this time.
You and me, we're good.
We are?
Yeah.
You know, I was thinking on
how I was gonna handle this.
How mean I was gonna get.
Then I saw Carl with you
at the fax machine,
giving you Dramamine.
And I realized (CHUCKLES)
the whole damn office
thinking you're the new Carl?
That is punishment enough.
Woodrow, you are a sight for sore eyes.
- (LAUGHS)
- How was your mama's party?
Delightful, Michael,
thank you for asking.
A lot of boozing.
(LAUGHS) But you know Mother.
No, but I've heard stories.
Unfortunately,
I had to fly back a day early
because Phil's panic attacks
seemed to be gaining steam.
You have responsibilities.
Did Phil tell you what that is?
He didn't have to. I know a swim
training parachute when I see one.
- Okay.
- Yeah. I also know
when one's been retrofitted.
Here. Take a gander.
Seems to be sewn here on the sides,
right here and here,
and then they used an
adhesive substance on the top.
- It was made into a bag.
- Yeah.
PHIL: Found it.
Told you I knew where the drug test was.
Product, please.
- What product?
- Uh, we found trace amounts
of this white powder
stuck in the adhesive.
Just waiting for Phil
to get his head out of his ass
- so he can test it.
- (PHONE RINGING)
Forensics. Woodrow.
Yeah. Hold on. It's Lala.
Lala, it's Gibbs.
Really? Where?
Yep. That's blow.
WOODY: Oh. Primo stuff, too.
I've never seen it turn blue that fast.
GIBBS: Okay, thanks. We'll be back soon.
One of Rogelio's guys just saw a kid
that matches Owen's description
at a beach in Tijuana.
They still got eyes on him?
No, they said he met up with
a bunch of known cartel guys,
they drove off, then Owen disappeared.
I think these little pricks have
been muling coke for the cartel,
swimming it across the damn border.
What if Owen didn't run
to Mexico to flee?
What if he's down there
doing another drug run?
Son of a bitch.
♪
(PANTING)
OWEN: Sounds crazy,
but I was relieved when I saw you guys.
It was finally over.
I was gonna get what I deserved, yeah
but that bastard would, too.
FRANKS: Step out of the vehicle!
OWEN: When we lost our scholarships,
he told us he had a way
we could make some quick cash.
He organized it with the cartel.
He took the biggest cut.
He used us.
Some assistant coach, huh?
He didn't even care when Miguel died.
That night it happened,
I looked behind me,
and Miguel was face down in the water.
His chute was all tangled up
in his legs,
so I had to cut the coke loose.
It was the only way that I could
bring Miguel back to shore.
You did CPR?
I tried.
But he-he was already blue.
And Coach Gower ran up,
yelling, saying that
we had to get out of there.
And you left that boy to rot.
Coach said that I had to do another run,
to make up for what I lost,
or the cartel would kill us.
Do you think you could give
Miguel's dad a message for me?
(SCOFFS)
I just want him to know I'm sorry.
I'll tell him.
So, in the end, it really just took
two interrogations to break him.
You got the kid on the ropes,
then Franks and Lala
- got the knockout.
- (CHUCKLES SOFTLY)
Am I putting too much lipstick
on the piggy?
Yeah. I almost blew the case.
I know I said,
"Grab the bull by the horns,"
but damn, you really went for it.
No, that's not why I did it.
Then why did you?
Hand still hurting?
It's fine.
What about your stomach?
- I didn't vomit.
- Then why did Carl give you
- the Dramamine again?
- Because he vomited,
and he thinks I'm gonna
end up just like him.
Stunted with a niche.
And how do you feel about that?
Come on.
Leroy.
I'm here. Talk to me.
What are you most afraid of?
I don't know.
That maybe he's right.
Interrogating is
all about communication,
and that's never been something
I've been very good at.
But it's an important part of this job,
and if I can't do this job,
all of this job
then I don't know
who I'm supposed to be.
I don't know this Carl,
but I do know you well enough to know
that you cannot be stunted.
You are no Carl.
♪
OLDER GIBBS: You're driving in your car.
A little girl runs into
the road in front of you.
("WHO BY FIRE" BY LEONARD COHEN PLAYING)
And who by fire ♪
Who by water ♪
Who in the sunshine ♪
Who in the nighttime ♪
He's over there.
OLDER GIBBS: You slam on the brakes,
but it's not enough.
Your car flips, and
crash.
When you wake up, you feel different.
There she is. My favorite fed.
I thought about your offer, Flaco.
And as much as I'd like
to put Luna away,
I can't do it.
Not like this.
Nah, I saw the look
in your eye at the cemetery.
You was raring to go. Who got to you?
Honestly?
A guy I work with went rogue today.
I need to set a better example.
He looks up to me.
He cares what I think.
He cares what you think,
or you care what he thinks about you?
Why do you even need me?
Why not take Luna out yourself?
You really are a little gangster.
Luna has a lot of soldiers
running with him now.
I'm trying to make sure
no more of mine get hurt.
Sorry. I can't help you.
Luna caught me slipping.
Capped my cousin right in front of me.
His blood's on my hands.
But the people he kills tomorrow
and the day after that?
Their blood's on yours.
You hold on to that, mama.
OLDER GIBBS: Before the crash,
you walked by this church
a million times.
After the crash, instead of walking by,
you walk in,
because you're not
the same person you were before.
And you never will be.