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This do you good?
This is perfect, Earl. Hero Comfort Foundation is supposed to
give away a thousand of these T-shirts after the concert. We need...
A place where you can get to them fast?
- Yeah, I know the drill. - Yeah.
But that's not why I picked this particular boudoir.
[CHUCKLES]
Ah. Hmm-hmm!
- This is a Vintage '62. - A beaut, huh?
Overheard one of the musicians during rehearsal.
- It was given to him by Merle Haggard. - God, wow.
Why don't you give her a whirl?
I don't think that's a good idea, man. It's just...
What's the worst that can happen?
[AMP HUMMING]
I keep hearing what a badass you are, from you.
Time to put up or shut up.
All right.
[LAUGHING]
TONY SR. [OVER PHONE]: No, no, no. What's happening...
- Somebody's having a good day. - I don't think so.
TONY: That's a good one.
TONY SR: I'm not joking, I'm serious. - What do you mean?
Told you.
TONY: Dad, it's your wedding.
You and Linda should be planning it. I can't get involved...
TONY SR: Can't or you don't want to? - No, no, no.
Save-the-date cards are like crack cocaine to women.
- Unh. Not this woman. TONY: Of course, I'm honored
that you would trust me to plan your wedding.
Nothing would give me greater pleasure than to plan your wedding.
But l... Hello?
No, no, no. Hello?
[DIAL TONE]
He got me.
He just pulled the "this is my wedding gift to him" card.
- That's a very nice one. - Mm-hm.
I guess it beats the steak knives I was gonna re-gift him.
- Hey, Bishop. - Mm.
- You've done this. BISHOP: Mm-mm.
Forget it. No, my wedding was so small I practically eloped.
Give me a down payment on a house
over a rubber chicken dinner any day of the week.
All right, I got this. What do Katherine Heigl and J. Lo have in common?
- Wedding planner. - No, Tony.
No, no, no. It's a waste of money. Let me tell you something.
There's websites that'll walk you through the whole process.
Help you make a budget, plan a guest list, even order invitations.
Look at this, it's one of my favorite sites.
- Do-it-yourself napkin folding? McGEE: Yeah.
- The goblet fan's pretty classy, huh? - Yeah, this isn't at all weird.
You can save thousands of dollars by doing your own place settings.
TONY: Whoa, whoa, whoa.
I am not paying for the wedding, I am planning the wedding.
You sure? Was your dad that specific?
Um... Okay, in that case, the goblet fan might be too complicated.
He's more of a French pleat guy.
Problem with the French pleat, it's not as easy to do as it looks.
TONY: Gotta have a pretty high thread count
- to get that straight angle, huh? McGEE: Exactly.
- Hey, look, a bishop's hat. Ha, ha. McGEE: Yeah.
- Hey, boss. We were just... - Scaring me.
Dead sailor.
Convention Center. Move.
Wow. That's such a shame.
Vintage '62 Telecaster.
Yeah, real tragedy.
Yeah, because...
The dead people are a shame too, it's just...
Oh, look, it's McGee.
Fire chief doesn't know yet the cause of the explosion.
Maybe a gas line. Luckily the sprinklers put out the fire pretty fast.
But not fast enough, it appears.
Unless our victims were killed by the explosion itself.
Yeah, or something else. You never know.
I like the way you think, Mr. Palmer.
To whom do we have the displeasure?
The older one is Earl Grieves, 54.
He's the head janitor for the auditorium.
Military charity was hosting a concert here.
"Hero Comfort Foundation."
- Not much comfort today. BISHOP: Gibbs.
GIBBS: You're gonna need dental on the sailor, Duck.
You mean Petty Officer Damien Hunter?
- Oh, my God. - Gibbs, this is Director Vivian Sutton.
She runs the local HCF office.
- And this is... - Luke Pischedda, concert coordinator.
VIVIAN: Damien was working for us.
- What happened? - Well, you're looking at it.
- What kind of work was he doing? LUKE: He was a volunteer.
We have a concert tomorrow for the troops.
- And he was helping... - He was helping make sure
that families of deployed servicemen would be able to attend.
- Which we still plan on. - Not here.
The venue's closed until it can be verified structurally sound.
Oh, don't worry. The HCF is a military charity.
If it's one thing we know how to do, it's improvise.
The show will go on.
And we should dedicate this to Damien.
- Everyone did love him. McGEE: Not everyone.
This wasn't an accident.
Fire chief says this was the source of the explosion. It's a...
Warhead shell from a Mark 24 torpedo.
- Mark 24? Aren't those from...? - World War II.
BISHOP: Petty Officer First Class Damien Hunter
graduated with honors from RTC Great Lakes.
Did two tours on the USS Carl Vinson
before being assigned to the Pax River chow hall.
Where he didn't gain a pound, which is impressive.
Being around all that food all the time? I mean, if that were me, I would...
I'd probably, um...
...get back into the case. - Yeah, me too.
Well, our answer for now is the deaths appear to be collateral damage.
Abby says the bomb wasn't set to go off until midnight.
She thinks it was detonated accidentally by some kind of vibration.
Fire chief's final report says the explosive was hidden
inside an old torpedo shell that was used as set dressing.
- What was the target? McGEE: It's not a what.
It's a who.
The room was also being used as a dressing room
for one of the acts in HCF's concert.
TONY: Yikes. - What kind of concert is it, exactly?
Well, the charity is calling it the Country Rock Back-Up Bands Tour.
So it's a concert of bands that normally open for other bands?
- Who opens for them? - Him.
He's the opening act, Manheim Gold. According to the director,
he used to open for all the big names back in the day.
- Where is he now? McGEE: Nobody knows.
- He never showed up for rehearsal. - Find him.
Wow, this Manheim guy really did open for all the big names.
- How come I've never heard of him? - Keep reading.
Ouch, yikes.
Yeah, he threw one too many TVs out his hotel window.
And his first agent. Great.
Well, lucky for them both, there was a pool below.
All right, this is Manheim's day job.
BISHOP: Hello? - Hello?
You think it would be weird if I asked him for an autograph?
Not any weirder than Tony asking for a suspect's phone number.
[BELL DINGS]
- Hello? - Anybody home?
What do you think happened?
Well, it looks like someone was looking for something.
- Or worse. - I'll call in the BOLO.
PALMER: Okay.
Ah. And done.
Not bad, 53 seconds.
Unfortunately your subject suffered a subdural hematoma
from excessive manhandling.
- You said to go fast. - I told you to be efficient.
The sleep cycle of an infant is only 50 minutes.
If you have to change the diaper of a sleeping child, you need to be efficient.
I would also think that you need to...
Keep the lights low and the room quiet.
Okay, low lights, quiet room, no hematoma. Got it.
I think. My checklist keeps growing every day.
Mr. Palmer is getting in some last-minute practice.
Our birth mother was due yesterday, so she could pop any second.
Congratulations, Jim.
- You gotta go. - Oh, no, no, no. No, I'm fine.
No, Breena's with her.
The two of them have been bonding over the last month.
The adoption papers are all set.
- And, uh, me, I'm just... GIBBS: At work.
Just not actually working.
Well, uh, that's one way to put it.
Yes, and easily remedied.
Despite Mr. Palmer's crime-scene supposition,
the autopsies of the two victims produced no surprises.
As you can see, both victims were killed
from blunt-force trauma from the blast.
And if that hadn't killed them,
the smoke inhalation most certainly would have.
Apart from being dead, both these men were in perfect health.
We all should be so lucky when we go.
[CELL PHONE RINGING]
- Yeah, it's Gibbs. TONY: We found Manheim.
What? You found him where?
Yeah, yeah. Yeah, go get him.
Hey, you got a burp cloth?
- Mm-hm. - Get more.
He was alive when I picked him up at the drunk tank.
[GRUNTS]
That was cruel and unusual, man.
- I'm Special Agent Gibbs. MANHEIM: Special agent?
Since when is public intoxication a federal crime?
It's not. Murder is.
A bomb exploded in your dressing room this morning.
- Two people were killed. - Is this some kind of joke?
And somebody tossed your bedroom.
Actually, it, uh, always looks like that.
You know anybody that would want you dead?
Recently, no.
Before? Heh. Pretty much everybody I ever met. Until I stopped drinking.
I hate to break it to you, but you spent the night in the drunk tank.
Yeah.
Fifteen years sober down the drain.
It's been a rough few days.
Brakes on my car were starting to burn rubber,
and I couldn't afford new ones until the end of the month.
So I'm guessing you didn't make it.
No, took out a telephone pole.
After that, I felt sorry for myself,
and figured, well, one drink couldn't hurt.
It hurt.
Brakes go out, bomb goes off in his dressing room.
I'm sensing a pattern.
BOBBY: Manheim. Manheim.
Get off, man. Hey, enough. No more questions.
I raced over as soon as I heard the feds picked you up.
You don't have to say another word.
Actually, yeah, he does.
- And who would you be? - That's my agent. Don't mind him.
It's okay, Bobby. They're on my side, for a change.
They think somebody's trying to kill me.
- What? MANHEIM: Yeah.
A bomb went off in my dressing room.
BOBBY: Whoa. They told me they were moving the concert
to the Pax River Navy Base, but they never told me why.
[BOBBY GROANS]
This...
This is great news, baby.
- Oh, yeah? - Yeah, we could use the publicity.
I think you just made yourself a suspect, man.
Look, all I'm saying is, I got big plans for my boy here.
We're at a critical juncture.
- It's comeback time, baby. - It was comeback time, baby.
Your boy is out of the concert.
What? Why?
No, no, no.
No. See, this is gonna ruin everything. You can't do that.
If the concert's on a Navy base, yes, we can.
GIBBS: Someone is trying to kill your client.
He's not going anywhere, except protective custody.
TONY: Why don't you grab five days' worth of clothes?
Got it. Where we going?
First thing we're gonna do is buy you more underwear.
Back to NCIS, where you're gonna make us a list of suspects,
then off to a hotel we contract as a safe house.
I like hotels.
And throwing TVs out windows, we heard.
That's not me anymore.
This concert wasn't even my idea.
Some kid in Idaho posted one of my old videos on the computer.
- Internet. - Whatever.
Next thing I know, Bobby calls me, says I got some heat,
books me on this charity tour.
My opinion,
some things are better left in the past.
Especially mine. I don't need to make a list of people that want me dead.
Pretty much everyone in here. Any of my first band.
Any of my ex-wives.
That's Ronnie Mustard, my first agent.
Heard you threw him out a window too.
Ha, ha. He bet me I couldn't.
But you can strike him off the list.
He didn't make it out of the '80s.
Surfing accident, I think.
We were kind of hoping for something a little more recent.
You're looking at more recent.
Although, wait a sec.
I might have something for you.
A guy keeps coming in here every few days the last few weeks.
Kind of squirrelly.
Keeps bringing me the same suit to get cleaned.
It hasn't been worn. I can tell.
Who keeps cleaning a suit they haven't worn?
Weird, right?
DUCKY: "Tilt and push the restraint forward."
PALMER: Keep pushing.
BISHOP: Okay, my arm is about to break off.
"Try threading both portions of the vehicle belt
as close to the buckle plate as possible."
No, no, it's still loose. Rats.
- What's going on? PALMER: This is impossible.
- If you use that latch, it's easier. - I know, but the thing is
- there's no latch thing in the center. - Try.
That seat is not meant to go in the center.
- It says here... - All due respect, I know what it says.
It says that 75 percent of all child restraints are installed improperly.
You guys need some help?
Come with me. Save yourself.
- Okay. - Maybe we could use a fourth.
BISHOP: It might be a little squashed. PALMER: You're right.
BISHOP: Let's start at the beginning. - How long they been at it?
Like an hour. I heard Ducky curse ten minutes ago.
I mean, well, I think I did.
I'm not that familiar with British profanity, but... What's in the box?
Well, we need to, uh, ID the owner.
He didn't leave his last name.
Thought you could pull some DNA.
I've been known to dabble with some DNA.
Oh, yeah? What are you dabbling in now?
Torpedoes. Or what's left of it.
This is the Mark 46 torpedo shell that the bomb was hidden in.
I was able to pull a partial print, but it's not gonna do me any good.
And Gibbs wanted me to look at the brakes on Manheim's car.
Yeah, Manheim said they were in pretty bad shape.
Oh, they are, but that's not why they failed.
Someone put a pinhole in his brake line.
- Someone's really gunning for him. - Yeah.
I mean, the good news for you guys is that brake fluid stains.
So if you work your way back from the scene of the car accident,
you could probably find out where his brake line was punctured.
TONY: Old drummer's dead.
Bass player dead.
This guy's in jail.
She joined a cult, nudist.
Now she runs a yoga studio in Hawaii.
Jail, then dead.
The music business is terrifying.
You talk to anyone?
Ah. Well, Bishop's interviewing Manheim's old stage manager.
Apparently Manheim borrowed his boat 20 years ago and then sunk it.
- Long time to hold a grudge. - Yeah, and a hairdo.
You should see that nest. It's... Oh, yeah, there we go.
BISHOP: Thanks again. - Check that out.
Mel Gibson wants his hair back from Lethal Weapon.
Hey, you get anything good?
Oh, it was amazing. He was at the Craven Country Jamboree in 1985.
Tammy Wynette, Charley Pride, they were all there.
He told me this one story about, um,
the alibi he had for the past two weeks.
- He's not our guy. - We should arrest him for that hairdo.
Hey, what do you have against mullets?
It's the whole decade I have trouble with.
The '80s couldn't end fast enough for me.
- The awkward years for you? - The '70s is a decade I can get behind.
How about getting behind this case?
That's a good point.
Well, I got Dorneget out tracking brake fluid stains,
and McGee is on his way to the safe house with Manheim...
Not anymore. Just got a call from the hotel.
They accidentally overbooked. We don't have a room.
- Try another hotel. McGEE: I did.
All the ones NCIS has approved to use are also booked.
There's a convention in town.
Oh. Yeah, I'd love to have him at my place,
but my husband has the stomach flu.
- My sister is visiting. - Your sister's hot.
MANHEIM: Nice place.
Reminds me of some of the classier hotel rooms I've stayed in.
Don't get any ideas. You break it, you bought it.
Don't worry.
Like I said, that's not me anymore. You play?
Yeah. But, uh, first things first, I need you to sign something here.
- What is it? - Well, it's a document
stating that you have read and understood the house rules.
You have rules?
- On paper? - Yeah.
- For people to sign? - Yeah.
That's weird, man.
Rule number four, "Don't insult your host."
But I'll give you a pass since you haven't had time to sign it yet.
I'll, uh, sign.
But you gotta play something first.
- Really? - Yeah.
- You want to hear me play? - Yeah.
I guess nobody ever really asked me to play.
It's... You know, it's a great guitar.
I wrote this when I was 14.
[STRUMS GUITAR]
[KNOCKING ON DOOR]
MAN: Open up.
Stay here.
[KNOCKING CONTINUES]
Hey. Manheim.
Listen, great news, baby.
- How did you know where he was? - I texted him.
Nobody's supposed to know where you are.
- He's my agent. - Grab your guitar.
I got you a gig tonight.
- What? - What? He's not going anywhere.
Manheim, you know how many hits your old video has gotten?
It's up to 18,000, baby.
You gotta be out there seizing the momentum.
- You know how it works. - Yeah.
- You snooze, you lose. - That's right.
- Agent Gibbs can't stop you this time. - Okay.
I'm not sure you understand. He's in protective custody for a reason.
Well, then protect him at the gig.
Nobody's gonna try anything in public.
He's actually safer out there.
No, he's not.
Manheim, you want to be cleaning people's dirty laundry
the rest of your life?
Or do you want to smell roses thrown at your feet?
I know, I know. Listen, I didn't really have a choice, boss.
He's only got one set and then it's back to my place.
Yeah, I...
Okay.
We're good. Enjoy your beans.
What is people's fascination with this decade?
I don't know. I barely remember it.
TONY: I mean, there were some good movies.
Scorcese did King of Comedy.
Magnum, P.I.
And supermodels.
Leg warmers.
Why do I hate the '80s so much?
Manheim, hey. Whoo! You're on in five, baby.
They won't even know what hit them, right, huh?
Manheim. Manheim. Let's go.
- Let's go. - Whoa, whoa.
- You haven't played your set. - I changed my mind. Let's go.
No, wait a minute. What about the momentum, the roses?
I'm allergic to roses. This was a mistake.
TONY: Are you getting cold feet? - No.
- This feels cold-feety to me. - I know the temperature of my feet.
I don't even know why I don't like the '80s. People are complicated.
I understand.
When was the last time you performed?
In public?
- Yeah. MANHEIM: Not that long.
Two, three decades.
Three decades? You sure you know how to play that thing still?
I play every night. Alone.
It's just...
I'm not sure I like who I become when other people are involved.
Interesting. Hold that thought.
[CELL PHONE RINGS]
Abby.
Well, that's great. Send it to me. Thank you.
That was our lab tech. She got a hit from your suit.
That's him. That's the guy.
- Who is he? - We're gonna find out.
Don't look. He's at the bar, right over your left shoulder.
Hey, Manheim, when I say "Don't look..."
Hey!
[GRUNTING]
- Where are you going in such a hurry? - Nowhere.
MANHEIM: Why are you following me?
- Who are you? - I'm...
I'm your son.
Hello? Uh, I'd like to go home.
I'm self-diagnosed with IBS and, uh, mild claustrophobia.
I am not feeling very well.
There is no way that guy is related to me.
- What is that? - That's your father's dressing room.
And that's what happened after a bomb went off inside.
You know anything about that?
- No. - So why were you stalking him?
DENNY: I wasn't stalking him.
Three weeks ago, I thought that my father
was a firefighter killed in the line of duty.
Until I found my mother's diary in our kitchen.
He still lives with his mother? I want a DNA test.
Abby's already run it. Congrats.
It's a boy, sort of.
I wasn't stalking my father.
I was building up the courage to talk to him.
I just wanted to meet my real dad.
MANHEIM: Hey. - Hey.
So, uh...
Heard you're a CPA.
That's a...
That's a job...
...people do.
Yeah, I know. I'm one of them.
Uh, your mother, yeah. How's she doing?
She has shingles.
Yeah.
You don't remember her, do you?
So how'd you find me?
I tracked down your agent.
- He told me where you were. MANHEIM: Bobby?
- And he never said anything to me? DENNY: No, who's Bobby?
No, this guy's name was Mustard.
Ronnie Mustard.
Ronnie Mustard's dead.
McGEE: Ronnie Mustard is not dead.
He lives in Maryland, still hanging onto the music industry.
These days, he books mostly wedding and bar mitzvah bands.
Hey, Manheim, he lie to us?
No, I think he was just confused.
I got the full download when I dropped him back at my place.
Apparently Manheim helped Mustard lay low in the '80s
to avoid a nasty loan shark.
He helped Mustard spread a rumor that he was dead.
You telling me Manheim forgot it was just a cover story?
TONY: I know, it's odd.
Keith Richards seems to remember everything,
but Manheim said after rehab, he could barely remember his birthday,
much less what happened to his agent.
And when he asked around, everyone told him Mustard was dead.
- So why didn't Mustard resurface? GIBBS: That's a very good question.
Why don't you take McGee, find out?
Clear a path, clear a path. It's happening. It's happening.
DUCKY: Mr. Palmer, please.
GIBBS: Duck? - He just had a call.
Birth mother is going into labor.
By the power of all humanity, I am ordering you to open.
Jimmy?
It's one floor down. Maybe try the stairs.
- Your bag, sir. - Yeah, yeah.
- Good luck. PALMER: Thank you.
Our little autopsy gremlin is growing up.
His whole life is going to change.
- Over and over. - Yeah.
[CELL PHONE RINGING]
Why is my building manager calling?
Isn't our musician staying in your apartment?
Yeah, I left him with Agent Holgate.
- Put it on speaker. - Hello? Is everything all right?
MAN [OVER PHONE]: No, Mr. DiNozzo.
You know we have a strict policy regarding noise level in our building.
Yes, I helped you write that policy.
MAN: Then it's time you practiced what you preach.
- The neighbors are complaining. TONY: About my apartment?
MAN: Yes, your apartment. - Is someone having a party?
MAN: That's putting it mildly.
TONY: Clear a path. Make a hole. Make a hole.
[ROCK MUSIC PLAYING OVER SPEAKERS]
Yeah. You, you.
TONY: Hey!
No, no, no.
[MUSIC STOPS]
All right, okay.
Put your drinks down, on a coaster.
And make your way in an orderly fashion to the front door.
Or I will shoot you.
- That means you, Mullet. - Bye, honey.
Nobody get sticky fingers.
Hey, not you.
Holgate, come here.
- He, uh... - Ho, ho!
[CHUCKLES NERVOUSLY]
Ah, because I bet what happened was that he said he wanted
to go out and have a little party, so you made an executive decision.
You decided, "Hey, why don't we just have the party right here?"
And then things got a little out of hand, and...
TONY: Oh, I invented that excuse.
Listen, if anything is missing or broken,
it comes out of your paycheque.
Now you go outside.
- And you wait for me there. - Yes, sir.
You weren't supposed to be back for four hours.
Sorry, man.
Who were all these people?
Well, when your team started calling my old friends, they started calling me.
But this wasn't for myself.
Oh, no. Another charity?
No, no, no. It's for Denny.
I wanted to go out, show the kid some fun.
- He's really uptight, man. - Okay.
Your agent wouldn't let me leave, so...
You're telling me this was for your son?
Yeah.
I figured I ought to get to know him a little, you know?
I mean, I missed his entire life.
Chasing my dream. Heh.
I'm sure you can't relate. I mean, you're not a parent.
No, but I have one.
Now look.
If you want to relate to your son, you don't have to do all this.
You just have to sit down and talk to him.
[DENNY RETCHING NEARBY]
DENNY: Oh, God. Oh, God.
- Who's that? - My son.
Quite the lightweight.
Is he throwing up in my bathroom?
No, no, no.
- Don't worry, I'll clean it up. TONY: Oh, no, no, no. That is...
These are Egyptian cotton, 400-thread-count towels.
I got a special recipe for stains, man. It's magic.
Should've seen the first room they had me in at the HCF concert.
DENNY: Oh, God. - Did you say "first dressing room"?
Yeah.
[WOMAN SINGING INDISTINCTLY]
RONNIE: Enough, enough. Stop. Stop.
- I thought I was a bad singer. RONNIE: You'll never make a million.
You know how you can make a million bucks singing?
Start with 2 million. Ha?
[RONNIE GROANING]
[GRUNTS]
Sorry, I got my fill of Sonny & Cher impersonators.
Excuse me, we're not here to audition.
We're from NCIS.
We need to ask you a few questions about Manheim Gold.
Hey.
I got you, babe.
Nice.
Look, we know you did it.
We've traced the brake fluid back to the scene of the crime.
We've got two eyewitnesses that put you under Manheim's car.
See, right about now your stomach is dropping through the floor.
One half your brain realizes that you're going to jail.
The other half is in denial.
I'm dying to see which half is gonna win.
I've been to the joint. I can't go back.
Then make me smile, and I'll tell the prosecutor you cooperated.
Oh, rat turd. Okay, look. Um...
Manheim never hit it big in the States.
But for some reason, he was quite popular in Equatorial Guinea.
Once he went into rehab, the royalties started coming in.
Not a lot, just enough to live on.
And you didn't tell Manheim this when he got out of rehab?
Must've slipped my mind.
So now that Manheim is mounting a comeback,
you're worried he's gonna find out about his royalties,
so you tried to kill him.
You make it sound a lot worse than it is.
Oh, I am? Because that bomb you planted killed two innocent people.
Bomb?
I'm being railroaded.
I didn't plant a bomb.
I want a lawyer.
- I'm thirsty. I'm hungry. - What do you think?
- I think I have a headache. RONNIE: I want representation.
I've seen movies.
Guy claims he's got an alibi.
Yeah? Run it down.
Well, what if it holds?
That means Manheim has two people trying to kill him.
No, just one.
I found out Manheim switched rooms two days before the blast.
He was complaining that his first dressing room smelled like vomit.
"Two days"?
Abby said that the bomb was put in place a week ago.
And since no one could've known Manheim was gonna change rooms...
He couldn't have been the target.
Well, Mustard's alibi checks out. He didn't plant the bomb.
Why would he? Manheim wasn't supposed to be in that room.
- Who was? BISHOP: Nobody.
That was Tony. With Manheim cleared,
they made it to the base just in time to do a sound check.
The coordinator said Manheim's second dressing room
is actually a stage-prop storage room.
Why didn't the coordinator tell us that?
- Good question. BISHOP: I have another one.
If this wasn't a murder attempt, what was it?
- Terrorism? - Terrorists would have planted
a bomb in the audience, not backstage.
Maybe someone wanted to shut down the concert for some reason.
Didn't Tony mention that Manheim has serious stage fright?
Bad enough to bomb his own show?
[CELL PHONE RINGS]
Hey, Abby, what's...?
Oh, no, that's great news. Okay.
Yeah, I'll be right there.
Okay, thanks. Bye.
- You may not know this... GIBBS: Tell me on the way.
BISHOP: A fingerprint's ridge, if you put it on this little plastic box...
Then I thought Abby could use my friends' algorithm
to reconstruct the original partial print using a line-integral convolution.
Sounds like it worked. Pretty cool, huh?
Are you still talking to me?
What Bishop is trying to say is we got a partial from the bomb.
It was too partial-y for a search,
but you add in a little magical NSA wizard math fix-it, and voilà.
- You got a hit. ABBY: Yup.
The print from the bomb belongs to Luke Pischedda.
BISHOP: The HCF concert coordinator?
More like the concert destroyer.
- The guy almost ruined his own show. - No, he didn't.
He knew the concert would be moved to Pax River.
He probably made the contingency plans himself.
You think he's planning some sort of attack at the base?
Gibbs, this concert starts, like, now.
GIBBS: Thanks, Abs.
No, no, no. That's your go cue.
That means you go. It's go time. Go, go get them.
Jimmy, why aren't you at the hospital?
Did something happen to your baby?
No, the...
The baby's fine.
He's just not, um...
The mom decided that
she's gonna keep him.
Abby.
[PALMER SOBBING]
TONY: You can do this.
You can totally do this. You'll be fine. Besides, nobody's here to see you.
They're here for the free concert.
Thanks.
[CELL PHONE RINGING]
Very Special Agent Anthony DiNozzo.
- You seen Pischedda? TONY: No.
He disappeared about five minutes ago.
BISHOP: He planted the bomb. TONY: You're sure it's him?
- Abby's sure. - We should stop the concert.
- Evacuate everybody. - No, no, not yet.
There could be another bomb. If we evacuate, Pischedda could detonate.
I'm very near that hypothetical bomb.
How long are we gonna keep this quiet?
GIBBS: Till we figure out what he wants.
You find him, and when you do, you make him talk.
Understood.
McGEE: Boss, I think I got something here. Prior to the HCF,
Pischedda worked as a contractor for a private military company.
- Something stand out, McGee? McGEE: A job he did in 2003.
They helped transport $2 billion in cash to Iraq during reconstruction.
How do you transport $2 billion in cash?
In hundred-dollar bills, shrink-wrapped and loaded onto pallets.
- Then flown off into cargo planes. - Great. How much didn't make it?
Hundreds of millions went missing.
And, boss, some of that money flew out of Pax River,
from the same complex the concert's in now.
- Where you been, man? - What?
Remember you said I could do this?
I can't do this. Look at all those people out there.
You're gonna be fine. Come on, let's get you ready.
GIBBS: Hey, DiNozzo.
Nobody's seen Pischedda, but three stagehands are missing.
So, what are we gonna do? Pull the alarm?
It's not a terrorist attack. This is a heist.
Pischedda hid money on the base. He's using the concert to get it out.
MAN: Ladies and gentlemen of the United States Armed Forces...
Don't let anyone know. We don't know who else is involved.
Pischedda may have rigged more explosives in case things go south.
He needs to think that everything is going according to plan.
Yeah, that may be a bit of a problem.
MAN: Manheim Gold.
[CROWD CHEERING]
- What's he doing? - Well, he may be wetting his pants.
He needs to get on-stage.
Hey, now, DiNozzo.
McGee.
- Let's go. BISHOP: Okay.
MAN: And, ladies and gentlemen,
let's give a round of applause for Manheim Gold.
Long story short, I need you to get out and play.
- My hands are frozen, man. - Okay, it's a law-enforcement issue.
- Look. - Manheim.
You barely need your hands.
The song has, what, three chords?
That's harsh, man. And the song has four chords.
Warm them up.
CROWD: Manheim. Manheim. Manheim.
Okay, give me a five count.
TONY: Ladies and gentlemen, how you doing out there?
Look at that. Handsome group of people.
- McGee, give me a SITREP. McGEE: No sign yet.
Agents Holgate and Dearborn just arrived.
They're covering the south side.
All right, tell them to stick to this complex.
- Keep me posted. - What if the money's not here?
It's here. Come on.
The evening's star attraction
is just moments away.
This is a man who's ready to start having a life.
Manheim. The Man of Gold.
Manheim Gold!
[CROWD CHEERING]
Here he comes.
[SINGING] Heading south To make a brand-new friend
I tried the U.S. Mail And I failed again
Communication's broken
She's giving me the slip
Operator, take this call collect
As I sit alone in silence
- But how do you know? - How do I know what?
How do you know if the money's in this building?
No, I mean, I can see how you're totally sure, but how do you know?
Pischedda had access to the base for years through his military charity.
Right.
Bishop, there is something about the concert itself that...
Oh, it's happening, isn't it? Tony and McGee warned me about this. Wow.
- I have no idea what's going on, but... - Shh.
[JACKHAMMER CLACKING]
LUKE: Hurry up, guys, let's go.
This is way better than sitting in a cubicle.
PALMER: So how much money did they recover?
Ten million. The bad guys took the money from the hangar and buried it.
When they went to go retrieve it, the complex had been expanded,
so the money was trapped underneath a newly poured concrete slab.
Pischedda must have taken years trying to figure out how to get it out.
And then even longer climbing his way up the HCF charity.
Bummer for him, huh?
I just... I thought this might cheer you up.
Yeah.
I take it you heard.
Mm-hm.
Yeah, she, uh... She saw the baby and just...
I guess she felt the same way we felt when we first saw him.
Can't fault her for that, right?
Why don't you go home?
I will. Yeah, Breena and I,
we just wanted to get all this stuff out of the house.
We wanted to give it back as soon as possible.
"We"?
Me.
She's hurting too, but, uh, she is so much stronger. Ahem.
She's ready to try again. And me...
I feel like I can't breathe.
I've never felt this bad in my life, Gibbs.
Well, just wait until it's 3 in the morning
and your kid's running 104.
You're just getting started.
That's the point. I'm not starting, you know?
- And maybe I never will. - Well, then fight for it, Palmer.
That's what you do, you fight for your family.
And sometimes you fight like hell just to have one.
You want me to fight? I feel like I just went ten rounds with Joe Louis.
Do you want to be a dad, Palmer?
Because right now this is being a dad.
Maybe I'm not ready.
You wouldn't feel the way you feel right now if you weren't ready. Ripped By mstoll