You want to make a statement? You want to gangsta up, homie?
Yeah. You got to go bold, all right?
Double action old school.
It's sweet, it's simple,
accurate, never jams.
Here we go, give it a try. Where?
I don't know-- just-just shoot the pipe.
Nice shot.
What else you got?
All right, got the homie's best friend here, all right?
It's a nine mill, it's Beretta. it's Italian.
All right, it's 15 plus one in the snout.
I'll throw in a box of hollow point hot loads.
Trust me, your stuff will be safe, okay? Here, here we go.
Bad boy is tight!
You ain't seen the baddest boy yet, all right?
Sweet mother of God.
The pagans shall quake.
It's a Tech 9.
It's top of the line.
Fully automatic.
You can empty the clip in four seconds flat.
Are you man enough for this? Yeah.
Yeah? Yeah.
Yeah, all right, give it a shot, give it a ride.
(panting)
You like that?
Yeah. Huh?
You're looking
taller already, buddy. Yeah!
(laughing)
(gasps)
Let's get the hell out of here!
Let's go! Let's go!
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Miss anything, McLovin? Just this.
It's from a woman named Melinda.
She had to postpone. Postpone what?
I don't know.
Figured that you'd figure it out.
How did she sound?
I ask the question, you give the answer.
How did she sound?
I don't know, Tony.
You don't know.
Well, why don't you try using your words,
Mr. Gem City?
Devastated? Despondent?
Delighted.
All right.
What's her number, McDetail?
She didn't leave one.
It's customary to get a name,
a number and a complete message.
This is not a complete message.
This is a complete mess.
Melinda.
Ah.
How many Melindas do you have in that thing?
I don't know.
It could have been the girl I talked to at the gym.
You don't go to the gym.
Maybe it was the girl I talked to at the dog park.
You don't have a dog.
Oh, it could have been that girl
I met at the concession stand
while my date was in the bathroom.
You need a secretary.
Or a therapist.
GIBBS: Or both.
Shots fired in Liberty Heights.
Saddle it up.
If we were called every time
shots were fired at Liberty Heights...
Yeah, Well, Metro responded. They found a dead Marine.
Victim is Private First Class Emilio Salazar.
Joined the Marines four months ago.
Scheduled for deployment next week.
Ducky?
McGEE: Stuck in traffic.
Should be here in about 20 minutes.
Nine millimeter shells.
Possibly two guns.
And based on the level
of penetration on that wall,
I would say
.357.
No shells, which means a revolver.
One shooter, three weapons.
There's two sets of footprints.
Shooter could have had a spotter.
Or a lookout. Or a witness.
Hey, DiNozzo.
McGee.
New Marine regulations don't allow for exposed ink.
He had his tat removed, laser.
Looks like--
"P..."
It looks like this.
PCS.
All right, I'll check with Metro's gang unit.
Bullets hit the skylight...
killing our Marine.
Sending him on a very short
bungee plunge.
But why shoot your hostage from down here?
Maybe they were sending a message.
The kind McGee takes-- cryptic,
hard to decipher.
Blood.
This blood is dried.
But Metro made their
"shots fired" call less than an hour ago.
Looks like the West just got a bit wilder.
Cuffs, boss.
Skin, blood...
This guy was strapped up here for a while.
That's why prefer the fur handcuffs.
Not really, boss.
That's for her.
I don't wear the cuffs.
Someone was trying to send a message.
Written in blood.
Phone number?
Not a phone number.
McGEE: I don't know what the "G" stands for,
but it's nine digits. Could be a military service number.
I'll run it.
You don't have to.
It's mine.
Where is he?
Um, I'm not exactly sure, Director.
Tell him I need to see him.
I will give him the message.
And the nature of the message.
I'll include who it's from, and the number.
Why would anyone leave Gibbs' Marine service number
on a rooftop crime scene?
(phone ringing)
Agent Gibbs' desk.
No, he's not here.
But I'd be happy
to take a detailed message.
Flight arrives
at 2:30.
Can I take a name or a return number?
Oh, okay. I will.
A name and a number.
Enough, okay?
I understand. I am sorry, but what
do you want me to do?
You want me to sort through the database
of every call that came into
the switchboard this morning
and match the incoming call
to your desk phone using a date and a time stamp?
Yeah, actually. That'd be great. Thanks.
Oh, hey, boss,
got two messages for you, actually, right there. Sorry.
Director Vance wants you to call him back ASAP,
and the, uh... the other is, uh...
And then there's-there's that one.
Um, it says that
the flight arrives at 2:30.
It's from M Street Travel.
I assume that's a travel agent.
Didn't say where the flight was from or who the passenger was,
but if you want to share that, you can feel... Dead Marine?
MCGEE: PFC Emilio Salazar. Service record.
ZIVA: 18-year-old. Completed basic training
at Parris Island two months ago
and was stationed at Quantico.
Had more than a service record.
Criminal record goes back
to 2003, when Emilio was 12.
All juvenile offenses. All gang-related.
Gang tattoos.
Or Pecados Capitales.
Capital Fish?
Deadly Sins, you idiot.
Fish is pescado.
Don't scoff at me.
Lots of gangs are named after deadly fish.
There's the Sharks,
there's the Barracudas...
Rumble Fish.
These guys are also known as the PCs.
Sounds like your kind of gang, McMotherboard.
Kid lives through six years in a gang,
can't survive
four months as a Marine.
Maybe someone didn't want him to leave the gang?
Maybe a rival gang killed him?
McGEE: Though that wouldn't explain your service number, boss.
Focus on tracking the killer.
And what about the other person who may have been held there?
Find the shooter.
Vance wanted to call him ASAP, boss.
Heard you the first time, DiNozzo.
Private Jackson,
do not shut your eyes when you squeeze the trigger!
TONY: Eyes off the toys, David.
We didn't come here to play.
I have not been to the range in days.
No talking on the range, please.
Well, that's going to be a real problem,
Staff Sergeant Medina, 'cause I'm real talky...
and I have a badge.
Is there somewhere we can talk?
Cease fire! Cease fire!
Clear and lock 'em!
Stand by!
Thank you.
A man in your unit was killed last night.
How'd it happen?
Firefight. He lost.
Someone shot him?
Several times.
You know who did it?
If we did, we would not be here.
Thought you could help.
Any way I can.
He was killed in the neighborhood where he grew up.
He ever talk about his past? Gangs, trouble?
All the time. He was trying to escape it.
So you knew he had a record
before he joined the Marines?
Some of these kids grew up in a jungle a lot more dangerous
than the desert we're sending them to, you know?
Salazar ever drop names, gang affiliations, enemies?
Nothing specific.
He had troubles like any kid who runs in gang circles,
but he didn't name anybody.
If you can think of anything,
let me know.
ZIVA: Berettas-- nine millimeter. Feel free.
Do you mind?
Not at all, ma'am.
Do your best.
Oh, God.
MEDINA: Stand by, station two, for live fire!
(shell casing clinking on floor)
I prefer the SIG.
A lot of women have trouble with the Beretta.
Thing's got too much of a kick.
Your sight is a few millimeters off.
Really?
Really.
MALLARD: Prior to PFC Salazar's demise,
handcuffs made
these abrasions and lacerations.
Yeah, well, he wasn't held there long.
No. He was executed
almost immediately upon his confinement.
As to the cause of death--
Gunshots.
Well, yes and no.
These wounds were made by machine-gun fire.
The spacing is too symmetrical for random shooting.
Also, they showed no signs
of redness or braiding and bruising,
indicating that our private was long dead when he was strafed.
How long? About six hours
based on his liver temperature.
And here...
single round, nine millimeter
punctured the pericardial sac,
causing a cardiac tamponade.
He suffered greatly, Jethro--
perhaps for 20 or 30 minutes--
and he did not die quickly.
The bullet that killed him?
In the capable hands of Abby Sciuto.
You've never left a scene of a crime
before I arrived until this one, Jethro.
Yeah.
Had something else to do.
Something to do with your Marine Corps service number?
I was wondering the same thing myself.
You're avoiding me.
I've been busy solving a murder, Leon.
When I have something, you'll be the first to know.
I'm looking for a Marine file.
A classified one.
Top secret, eyes only.
Black Ops.
Gunnery Sergeant Leroy Jethro Gibbs.
FRANKS: Next time you're having guests, probie,
have some scotch in the house.
Ah, you couldn't sweet-talk the flight attendant
out a few of those little bottles?
He wasn't my type.
What's so urgent?
You pulled me away from my granddaughter.
Just celebrated her second birthday.
I'm looking for somebody.
Rose.
Vance know I'm here yet?
Not yet.
Maybe I should borrow a tie.
Colombia was a long time ago, gunny.
(man grunting and panting)
(men conversing in Spanish )
Only one person knew about her.
You.
18 years is a long time, probie.
She's in D.C.
Today.
Mike.
(sighs)
What do you want me to say?
Whatever you're not saying.
Well, how do you know she's here, for sure?
My Marine service number
was written on the roof of a crime scene.
In blood.
That could have been anybody.
Uh-uh.
I put a "G" on the end of it, just for her.
I brought her here 17 years ago.
Where is she now?
I haven't seen her since the day I dropped her off.
Let's start there.
(Spanish rap song playing)
(indistinct background chatter)
You put her here?
Wasn't such a hellhole then.
¿Que paso?
¿Que es lo que miras?
I'm looking for Rose Tamayo.
Ma, alguien esta a la puerta.
¿Que se les ofrece?
¿Buscando Rosa Tamayo?
Ella se murio hace diez años.
We're a little late.
She died ten years ago.
Guess somebody else knows your Marine service number, probie.
(elevator bell dings)
Howdy, Leon.
Mike.
He has information on a current case.
And I need his help.
Thanks for sorting out
that little pension problem, Leon.
Appreciate it.
I didn't do anything
I wouldn't have done for any former agent, Mike.
All by the book.
Absolutely.
By the book.
That's how we operate now.
Wouldn't have it any other way, Leon.
Think he noticed my tie?
What do we got?
We canvassed the area.
No one is talking.
There is a smurf war...
Turf war.
...between two competing gangs,
the PCs and the Verde Psychos.
Ballistics.
We matched the slug that killed PFC Salazar
to a gun that was used in
an unsolved robbery two weeks ago.
And... (typing)
Metro's chief suspect is
Victor Carmado, a.k.a. Popeye.
TONY: Victor Carmado
is a known member of the PCs.
He was hanging out with his posse at Liberty Heights today.
DiNozzo, Ziva, bring him in.
*
Abby!
Howdy, darling!
Franks!
What are you doing here?
Probie thinks I'm here helping him,
but it was just an excuse to come see you.
(chuckles)
Abs,
turn it down.
(volume lowers)
This is so cool.
Someone writes
your service number on a roof,
and then you just show up.
It's like sending out the bat signal
and having Batman just show up.
And his mentor,
Ra's al Ghul.
Or-or like
Princess Lela
sending a hologram.
"Help me, Obi-Wan."
And then getting Obi-Wan
with his mentor,
Qui-Gon Jinn.
You know, it's weird
'cause Liam Neeson played both the mentors.
You gonna tell me why I'm here?
Oh, um, I ran the blood from the service number.
It does not match our dead Marine, Emilio Salazar.
I already know that.
Of course you do.
Well, hopefully,
it'll be news to you that
the blood did belong to another Marine:
Private First Class Tomas Tamayo.
Judging by the look on your face,
that is news to you.
Um, he comes from the same neighborhood
as PFC Salazar.
According to his records, his mother died
ten years ago
after emigrating from Colombia.
Rose had a son?
Uh, yeah.
He was about a year old when I brought her here.
You knew?
I'm guessing you didn't.
I need an address, Abs.
ABBY: 57 Kensington Street.
The home belongs to a woman named Maggie Scott.
Might want to take this slow, probie.
Might not like where it leads you.
(rap song playing)
TONY: Popeye Carmado? NCIS.
Are we all listening to the same song?
Let me guess.
Ricky Martin fans.
"Livin' La Vida Loca."
You ought to leave, man.
But we just got here.
Yeah.
But this is a very dangerous neighborhood.
That's why I brought her.
La Bonita es una federale.
Federales saben buenas.
TONY: La Bonita
will kick your ass.
Is that right?
You know, bad things happen in this place, mamita.
But it's so homey, homey.
I love what you've done
with the wall here.
"Snoopy loves Chiquita?"
Which one of you sleeps on a doghouse
and which one's a banana?
I'm guessing the love is between you two.
Am I wrong?
Think they want to play rock, paper, scissors?
(grunts)
TONY: You got them?
I've got them.
What's the matter?
Popeye didn't eat his spinach this morning?
Rico!
Chuy!
Rico Suave's stuck in the '90s,
and Chewie's back with the Millennium Falcon.
Let's go see how La Bonita did.
(groans)
What took you so long?
(groaning)
McGee!
What are you doing?
Why are you digging through the NCIS database?
This woman called for Tony, and I didn't get the number.
It was blocked by the carrier,
so I am trying to coordinate a trace...
Well, drop the call.
This is much more important.
Okay, what's up?
I heard something.
Not a complete something,
a partial something.
But enough of something
to make me think it means something.
So I need to know if there's
any other something
that you know about?
What--
I'm-I'm lost.
Okay.
It's something about Gibbs.
And Colombia.
And a woman named Rose.
And a son she had 18 years ago.
That would been 1991-- before Gibbs
joined NCIS.
Come on, McGee.
Type something about the something into something.
Open, he's open.
(laughs)
Give me the ball. (laughs)
Shoot it.
Nice shooting, lady.
Get a lot of practice around here.
You Maggie Scott?
Hey, Henry, come in for me, okay?
What happened?
You guys Metro?
NCIS.
Who got hit?
Somebody from this block?
I understand this is the home of Thomas Tamayo.
Why?
Is he all right?
He was involved in a murder.
Oh, my God.
No, he wasn't the victim.
Someone a couple of streets over.
Emilio Salazar.
Emilio.
Yeah, he's a, uh,
he's a friend of Tomas's.
His mother, has anyone contacted Emilio's mother?
Being done now.
Where is Tomas?
He's on leave, Cape Hatteras.
Before Afghanistan.
FRANKS: Wrong.
He was at a crime scene last night in D.C.
Hold on.
You were his legal guardian?
Legal guardian to a lot of these kids.
Keeps them out of the system.
I just watch them till their moms get home from work.
Most of them don't have fathers.
Two of them lost siblings, past couple months.
War?
Gang war.
You're not from around here, are you?
I moved here after college.
Part of the Vista program.
I never left.
How'd you become Thomas's guardian?
Tomas moved in about 12 years back.
Then when Rose got sick-- his mother has cancer--
she asked me to look after him.
He's a good kid.
He's a really good kid.
Oh, my God,
It's okay. He's here.
It's Tomas. It's Tomas.
Tomas!
Are you all right?
I'm fine. What is this?
I was so worried about you.
What's going on?
You want to tell us where you been for the past 48 hours?
Cape Hatteras with friends.
We checked. Your cell calls were all made
from a two-block area of D.C.
GIBBS: Why were you being held here?
I wasn't.
My military service number.
Your blood
on the roof.
You got my attention, Thomas.
I'm here. What do you want?
It wasn't me.
I cut myself training.
Gibbs and the kid.
FRANKS: It was your damn blood on the roof.
What's the connection?
FRANKS: We tested it.
And why the kid gloves?
MAN: Hey, let me out! (banging)
Our friend from the hood.
Think he's chilled long enough?
Let me out of here, man! Time to unpop his cork.
(sighs)
Let me out of here!
Cool it, Coolio!
No gangbanging on the walls.
ZIVA: Sit down.
I ain't sitting down.
Sientate!
Or do you want La Bonita to sit your ass down?
I thought you all forgot about me, that's all.
TONY: You in a hurry to get somewhere, Popeye?
'Cause you sure ain't going
home to Olive Oyl and Sweet Pea any time soon.
You're going to prison.
Says who?
Says the nine-millimeter slug
we pulled out of PFC Emilio Salazar.
Matches the slug from another shooting you were involved in.
If witnesses put me there, I'd have been locked up already.
We have a dead Marine,
former gang member of yours.
This is the murder weapon.
Found dumped in a storm drain.
Recognize it?
That's it? That's all you got?
It's all we need.
It's all circumstantial.
I think you got nothing.
I think what you need is a confession.
GIBBS: You are looking at ten years for accessory
to a murder of a U.S. Marine.
More if we tag you for murder one.
Your sweat was on that roof.
Your pee was on that roof.
Your blood was on that roof.
You gonna tell us what happened on that roof?!
You're gonna tell us who else was there.
Who put that bullet in PFC Salazar.
We're gonna have to assume it was you.
I didn't kill Emilio.
Who did?
Me. I killed the little bitch.
You killed PFC Salazar?
Yeah, I did it.
You got me. The fool deserved to die.
How'd it go down, Victor?
I shot him. That's how it went down.
Put the gun to his head-- pow.
Blew his brains out.
You shot him in the head?
Lights out, baby.
JFK style. Back and to the left, know what I'm saying?
One shot
to the chest.
That's what killed your friend Emilio.
But he didn't die right away. It took time.
Maybe 20 minutes.
Bullet nicked his heart.
Blood poured into his lungs.
Remember, Tomas?
No.
FRANKS: He would have had trouble breathing.
The pain must have been excruciating.
But you know all this, don't you, Marine?!
I wasn't there.
Popeye didn't pop the guy.
No way a kid like that took down two Marines.
Probably taking credit for a street kill
to elevate his stature.
Get anything on PFC Tamayo?
He's scared.
He's hiding something.
They both are.
Something more going on than that.
You're right, probie.
Gangbangers don't kidnap their enemies.
They shoot them in the street.
Somebody's pulling strings,
calling shots.
I think I know who.
I've been crosschecking
the Metro Gang Task Force's list
of known PC members against cell numbers registered
in their names. One common phone number
keeps popping up. It's a number from outside
the neighborhood that called almost every member
of the PC gang.
That's the C.O. from the shooting range.
Staff sergeant Vicente Medina.
That's not all. I looked
into the staff sergeant's history.
It seems he shares a bit more than phone records in common.
He wasn't just recruiting from the PCs.
He was a member.
Get him in here.
(phone rings)
Yeah, Gibbs.
VANCE: Meet you in my office.
I'll be right there.
Marine file.
It's yours.
I haven't read it yet,
and I won't if you'd prefer I didn't.
I thought it might
shed some light on what the hell happened
in Colombia 18 years ago... unless you'd prefer to.
I got nothing to hide, Leon.
Everybody's got something to hide.
Franks a part of this?
A little part.
Hmm.
Some good stuff in the last five pages.
(door opens)
(door closes)
How many men have you killed?
Seven confirmed.
Where?
Three in Anbar, two in Fallouja,
one in Baghdad, one in Tora Bora.
GIBBS: How about Washington, D.C.?
None.
You knew Emilio Salazar?
His platoon sergeant, sir.
He's a gang member just like you are.
That was a long time ago.
That was last night!
Sir, I did not kill that Marine!
What were you doing last night?
I was at home watching TV.
Anybody watching you watching TV?
No.
Your place is 20 minutes from our crime scene.
Phone records.
You made contact with half
the PC posse over the past six months.
Rap sheet; yours.
Shot caller for the PCs for three years.
Once a Marine, always a Marine.
Or once a PC, always a PC.
I lived the life. It's not a secret.
I liked it
till I saw what was happening to my friends;
in jail or dead by 17.
So I joined the Marine Corps.
Made me a better person. Came back to the hood
and tried to convince others
to make something of themselves.
Ran a system-wide facial recognition search.
I thought you'd want to see this right away.
Okay, let's try this again.
Where were you last night?
I-I told you I was at home.
Baltimore! That was taken last night!
You couldn't have killed him.
Why are you lying?
I went to visit my son.
When I was 15, I made some mistakes.
I got a girl pregnant.
And my wife...
she doesn't know I have a kid.
I know what we got; nothing.
Guess we all make mistakes, huh, probie?
Got two Marines chained to a roof. Don't know why.
Got somebody behind it pulling strings.
Don't know who.
Can we wind the clock back to the part
where we find out what Gibbs was doing in Colombia?
Or how it is connected to the gang?
Got a punk who didn't kill anybody who says he did,
and a kid who wrote probie's service number in blood
saying he didn't.
You done?
Done watching you shave with a butter knife.
Let me talk to that kid.
I'll get him to tell us
what the hell's going on here.
I can't do that, Mike. I let him go.
You what?
If you want to find something, you follow it.
I learned that one from you.
Uh-uh.
You two...
MTAC with McGee.
TONY: Got it, boss.
Think I don't know what you're doing?
Trying to get that boy off?
Yeah, gonna lead us to the truth.
The truth.
Yeah, which you should have told me 17 years ago.
When I got Rose out of Colombia, you were happily married again.
Or so I thought.
What's the truth?!
The truth is,
she didn't want you to know!
She knew you were
still putting the pieces back together
after Shannon and Kelly.
Didn't want to complicate your life.
Guess she didn't get her wish after all.
Maybe Gibbs was on
a covert mission to suppress the Fujimori coup.
That was Peru, not Colombia.
Okay, boss, we're still following the GPS signal
from PFC Tamayo's cell phone.
He drove to Quantico.
He's been there about 20 minutes.
(tires squealing)
Quantico's that way, probie.
We're not going to Quantico.
That's his first stop.
We're going to his last.
Like the lady said, Mike. "It's a war."
So he's down in Colombia in Bogota. He saves
President Clinton's life, but nobody can talk about it
because it's super secret.
Clinton did not serve until '93.
(hushed): Stop obsessing!
(hushed): I'm not obsessing!
I'm a little preoccupied.
I'm a tad fascinated by the whole subject,
but I am not obsessing.
What was he doing in Colombia 17 years ago?
VANCE: 18 years ago--
and it's classified, DiNozzo.
Is that classified, too,
or can you share with your director?
McGEE: We're, uh,
tracking a suspect for Gibbs, Director.
Franks is with him?
That's what I thought.
McGEE: PFC Tamayo's just left Quantico.
He's now headed towards Liberty Heights.
So, what do you want us to do?
Whatever you were doing before I walked in.
What's Tamayo's duty assignment at Quantico?
Guard duty at the base armory.
And the dead Marine?
PFC Salazar was also a guard at the armory.
Means they both had access to the armory codes.
Stepping back. Excuse me.
Get base security on the phone.
Yes, sir.
Hey, if this kid starts shooting,
you're gonna shoot back, right?
(phone vibrates, Gibbs groans)
This is a really bad time, Leon.
I just got off the phone with the Armory O.I.C. at Quantico.
Four crates of M-4 assault rifles are missing.
That's your PFC Tamayo, Gibbs.
Gangs, guns.
It adds up.
We're still monitoring his GPS.
He's headed back toward the projects. The projects?
GIBBS: Yeah, we got him,
we got him.
(grunting, clattering nearby)
(panting)
(phone rings)
I did what you wanted, okay?
No, you listen to me!
You want 'em, you come get 'em.
Second floor-- I'm waiting.
This is about to get real interesting, probie.
McGee, building across the street.
Traffic camera, 3837 Ashton.
Got it.
Record it.
Recording.
(indistinct chatter)
You alone, homes?
Zoom in on those guys.
TONY: In.
Those two.
Aren't those the two guys?
ZIVA: Chuy and Rico.
I should have hit them harder.
You got 'em?
Freeze! Freeze! Freeze!
Put your hands in the air! Put your hands in the air!
MEDINA: You thought you were gonna use Marine guns to kill my friends?
TONY: Something's going down.
Somebody's behind him.
McGee, zoom out, zoom out.
MEDINA: No! This ends here!
What the hell?
Don't move, Sergeant.
DiNozzo, call for an ambulance and backup.
Everywhere you go, kid,
somebody gets shot.
DISPATCH: 3832 Ashton shots fired. (dialing)
Possible multiple casualties... (line ringing)
Keep pressure on it, Sergeant.
(phone vibrating)
Hey, Leon.
Let me talk to him.
He's busy.
Can I take a message?
You just shot somebody, Franks.
Yeah.
All by the book, Leon.
Retired-agent- involved shooting.
That's still a form KJ-65, right?
Nice talking to you, Leon.
Fra...
It was me.
I ordered him to take those weapons off the base
and bring 'em here like they wanted. Why?
Because I was... No, not you. You.
They held me on the roof.
Said they'd hurt
everyone I love unless I got them the assault weapons.
I-I didn't believe them.
They used to be my friends.
Then they threatened Emilio.
Shot him in front of me.
I thought they were gonna kill me, too.
That why you wrote my service number?
When I found out
you were NCIS, I wanted to tell you, but...
I ordered him not to.
Why?
Using Marine guns to kill kids in my hood,
kids I was trying to save,
it made me sick.
I wanted
to handle it myself.
We take care of our own.
Those guys are just the hired help.
ZIVA: That is all you have to say?
TOMAS: Yes. I did it, I admit it.
I'll give you a full confession.
Can I talk to him?
No, he's going to prison.
Please, I... He stole weapons from a Marine base
to arm a street gang.
People died.
GIBBS: He confessed to everything.
All of it, his idea.
And he's going away.
(handcuffs clicking)
Unless you've got something to say.
Wait.
He didn't do anything.
He's lying.
Hold up.
Nobody was supposed to get hurt.
They were just supposed to scare them so that
Tomas or Emilio would get the guns.
For the PC's.
Emilio wasn't supposed to get shot.
That was an accident, I swear.
Who needed weapons, Maggie?
Our kids.
In the neighborhood, on our block.
They were getting killed every day.
Slaughtered by drug dealers
and bigger gangs.
They are dying every day!
I had to protect them.
By what, arming them with assault rifles?
I grew up in the Cold War.
My dad talked about deterrence-- if you build up an arsenal
that rivals your enemy's, they won't
attack you.
You understand?
(sobbing quietly)
(handcuffs rattle)
(sniffles)
Case closed-- my case,
and you being on it.
"Melinda.
555-0199."
Hold the phone, Malone, I know that number.
You should-- it's your dentist's office.
They rescheduled your appointment.
Ooh, that Melinda.
The one with the man hands.
Mm. Well, I hope you learned
a lesson, probie.
Yeah-- never to pick up your phone again.
TONY: Wait a second.
It was right in front of me the whole time.
TONY: Hey!
Franks! I've got a question for you.
Got a plane to catch.
18 years ago, Colombia.
Gibbs was doing drug interdiction down there.
Tomas is 18, from Colombia.
Knows Gibbs's Marine service number.
Question?
Is Gibbs Tomas's father?
Tell probie...
thanks for the lend.
No. Sit down.
As you were.
Your orders.
Shipping out to Afghanistan.
I-I'm not going to jail?
You helped the investigation.
My mother used to tell me this story about a Marine.
He came to help out our village.
But the drug cartel came after him...
shot him.
He almost died.
She hid him,
helped him heal.
That was you.
And when you finally got well...
you told her that if she ever needed any help,
she could give that number to any Marine
and you would find her.
She made me memorize that number.
You're the reason I became a Marine.
When your mother saved my life,
she was already pregnant with you.
Most people, they don't get a second chance.
Good luck.
Semper Fi.
Ooh-rah.
Read about the mission to eliminate Cesar Castillo
from the Cali Cartel in Colombia.
Good read?
It was impressive.
Took out your target with one shot to the heart
from 1,200 yards.
This Castillo was a piece of work.
Drug dealer, torturer,
rapist.
I did my job.
And the mission would've gone off without a hitch
if you hadn't been wounded.
Well, I guess you're all caught up now, Leon.
Must've been poignant
helping out the son of the woman that saved your life.
Did you tell the boy that
the man you killed was his father?
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