08x14 - A Man Walks Into A Bar…

Notification from Fleet Command.

Change of assignment.

Carry on.

We're heading for East Sea to monitor the North Korean activity off the coast.

Wake Commander Reynolds. Tell him to meet me on the bridge.

Aye, aye, sir.

I'm trying to get this ship underway.

What the hell's so important the XO can't come to me?

Where's the commander? Is there a problem, Mr. Howard?

I just found him, sir.

NCIS Season 8 Episode 14 A Man Walks Into a Bar...

As you know, Director, your team is... long overdue for their mandatory psych evaluations.

I'm aware that they've been rescheduled.

Nine times, to be specific.

And I spoke to your in-house psych service unit, no time for them either.

If I didn't know any better, I'd say that you were avoiding us.

Cases take priority.

Some would say that's shortsighted.

The victims' families wouldn't.

Agents need to be at the top of their game.

And my agents always are.

I've read the reports.

You were just hospitalized.

Agent Gibbs resigned at one point.

Agents DiNozzo and McGee were held captive.

They were rescuing Agent David.

Did they receive posttraumatic treatment?

Initial assessments were conducted, and they were all deemed fit for duty.

Optimistic, but doubtful.

My colleagues and I have been hearing about your team for years.

SECNAV's concerned, so I'd like to get started today, if that's convenient for you.

If it's not?

I promise that I won't be intrusive.

I prefer to be out in the field when I evaluate, so your team should not experience any down time.

It should be painless.

I'm not worried about them.

You, on the other hand...

Skin's thicker than it looks.

So, who should I start with?


In your opinion, who has the most to talk about?

Where did you get that money?

Ever heard of a trifecta?

I do not want to hear about your threesomes.

I went to the track.


Three ponies. Win, place and show.

What did they show you?

Show. Means they came in third.

What made you pick these horses?

A keen mind, an eye for natural talent, a little bit of luck, and of course, they spoke to me.

Who spoke to you?

The horses.

The ponies. I whisper to them, they whisper to me.

Actually, no. You can study 'em before the race.

The ones that really want to win, they do this little dance, little snorting.

You may want to stop acting like a jackass.

That's not an ass.

It's a hor... hor...

I can explain, sir.

Settle in, Doctor. This should be good.


Agents, this is Dr. Rachel Cranston.

She's here for your mandatory psych evaluations.

Who's ready to talk?

No. Can't talk here.

We got a dead commander on the USS Colonial.

Dr. Cranston is her to observe your team, Agent Gibbs.

Not much to see.


I'll be the judge of that.

Everybody, the doctor's in.


This stateroom been compromised, Captain?

No, nothing's been touched.

Who found the body?

Ensign Howard.

I called the XO to the bridge. Howard was sent to get him.

Listen, Doc, about my Man O' War impression...

I thought it was Secretariat.

I was just trying to lighten the mood. You know, I entertain the coworkers.

Why do you feel lightening the mood is your responsibility?

Who else has the chops?

Not to mention the talent.

You're good, aren't you?

Gently unscrewing the noggin, huh?

Let me ask you something, very Special Agent DiNozzo.

Was there ever a time when someone didn't approve of that behavior from you?

Not gonna happen.

A lot of blood.

Must've clipped an artery.

You find a weapon yet?

No. Start looking.

Confounded ships are like laboratory mazes.

I always feel like a white rat in search of a tasty treat.

So, what do you think, Duck?

Someone shot him.

Yeah, there's a start.

At close proximity.

Through and through.

The slug should still be in his bunk.

Agent McGee, help me turn him, so that Agent David can take a look.

There's no gun here.

The slug is still in the mattress.

I found a shell casing.

That's a Tokarev 25.

Mostly used by Koreans and Russians.

Captain, you got some visitors on board?

Seven, including a group of international journalists.

Anyone know about the commander's murder yet?

Extra, extra, read all about it.

Yes, Sir, I understand, I do.

We will, as soon as possible. Thank you.

That was SECNAV. Colonial's on lockdown.

You figure out who leaked the story?

No, not yet.

Got two English reporters on board the ship, two French, one South Korean.

They were all with Navy personnel at the time of the shooting, except Min Ho Kwon.

Bullet connects him.

He's a career journalist.

He served four years in the Korean military.

Okay. We're on it.

SECNAV is waiting for that team evaluation, Gibbs.

Technically, until Dr. Cranston finishes that report, we're not cleared to operate in the field.

What do you want us to do, Leon, go home?

I want you to give the doctor your full support.

Already am.

A bad report can lead to change.

Record speaks for itself.

The record may not be enough.

We are who we are, Director Vance.

Don't I know it.

Somebody, talk to me.

Commander Vincent Reynolds graduated Annapolis over 30 years ago.

Served with distinction in the Sixth and Seventh Fleets for the past two decades.

Just 18 months away from retirement when he died.

Single, never married, no children.

According to Captain Lynn, Reynolds was pals with Admiral Wayne Hargrove.

Hargrove's overseeing operations in the Far East, aboard the flagship USS Blue Ridge.

Find out if Reynolds is doing any side work for the admiral.

And all of you, make some time for the doctor.

Director Vance's orders.

What are we supposed to talk about?

Believe it or not, most people talk about the s*x lives.

That rules Tim out.

I will certainly remain professional.

Since you're so confident what you'll be discussing, Agent David, why not start now?

All right, just have a seat.

I'm a journalist and a South Korean citizen.

I demand to be released.

You know how you can tell if a horse is nervous?


They twitch, get a little weird look in their eye. You got one of those right now.

You have no right to detain me.

Actually, we do, 'cause we're in the middle of a murder investigation, so why don't you sit down? I'll get to you when I'm ready.

Your instincts are spot-on. He did it.

You cracked the case awful fast, Petty Officer...


Why do you think this guy killed your XO?

Because I saw him and Commander Reynolds arguing last night.

The Korean wouldn't back down.

Eventually, the XO walked away.

Thank you.

Now, why exactly are we doing this?

We are just talking, just getting to know each other.

But I do not need to know you, and this is actually taking time away from my work.

Sometimes, a little time away from work is a really good thing.

I do admire your dedication, though.

Dedication is important to me.

Hasn't that been something that you've been juggling your whole life?

I do not know what you mean.

Juggling dedication to... family, to country, to job...

Why was I not told the details of his mission?

Why was I excluded?

Because, Ziva, I don't know who you answer to anymore NCIS or Mossad.

What is it you expect from me?

I expect your loyalty to me and only me.

I do not understand how this is relevant to what you need to know.

It tells me something about you.

About what brought you here. About where you came from.

When you first came here, you replaced someone.

Yes. Special Agent...

Caitlin Todd She was killed in the line of duty.

Had you ever met Agent Todd?

And I know that her loss was... significant to NCIS.

Anyone have a key for this?

It's Kate's desk.

But if I'm going to be a part of your team, I would love to...

You're part of our team?

She's gone, Gibbs.

I don't think Kate will mind.

It's always very difficult filling someone else's shoes.

No disrespect, but except from the fact that she was... a woman... we are very different agents.

I can tell that individuality's very important to you.

Are you... that discerning when it comes to men, as well?

Keeping your personal and professional lives in balance is, is important.

And it looks like some men, over the years, have... influenced your work.

My work has never been affected and this is none of your business.

Actually, it is.

You thought I would not identify Michael Rifkin as a Mossad operative.

You think you did the right thing?

Are you, by any chance, questioning my loyalty?

I am questioning why you didn't tell them you saw him three days ago.

Are you jealous?

He was playing you.

You killed him!

He attacked me!

What was I supposed...

You put fire in his chest!

You... weren't... there.

But I should have been!

You loved him.

The thing that puzzles me... with all this change... of allegiance to country of the type of men you're drawn to, what is it that you're looking for?

What is it that you want?

I want... something... permanent.

Something that can't be taken away.

Is that too much to ask?

Murder. Really.

I'll have to tell my wife Nancy.

Vincent was like family to us.


Even after you skyrocketed up the ranks?

I'm not sure I follow, Agent Gibbs.

Vincent Reynolds was just a commander, Admiral.

You're an admiral, Admiral.

Vincent always knew that he had the gift of leadership much more than political savvy.

And... he had a bad habit of telling people what he really thought.

If an aggressive journalist pushed him, would he have pushed back?

And then some, yeah.

Then, how can I prove my innocence?

An alibi would be nice.

Commander Reynolds was killed last night at approximately 2:00 a.m.

I was in my stateroom.

Doing what?

My actions are not your concern!

On a U.S. naval vessel, they sure as hell are.

You're about to be accused of murdering an American officer!

Do you understand what's at stake here?

Heck of a powder keg.

What are you, the fuse?

All right, I'll negotiate.

Like hell you will.

Not on my watch. See you in prison.

I was sending e-mails!


I sent them through a series of encoded signals unencrypted by a sub off the coast.

Then we'll need the name of the sub.

I cannot. They'll kill me.

I wouldn't be so worried. South Korea's our ally.

North Korea isn't.

Time stamps on the e-mails will prove my innocence.

I was sending photographs of your weapons systems.

Arrest me for espionage.

At home, they'll call me a hero.

But I swear I'm not a murderer.

Good morning. You're avoiding me.

I gotta say I've never been a big fan.

Of me, personally, or psychiatrists?

Of course, my being a woman doesn't help either.

What's that supposed to mean?

I know you historically you have issues with professional women.

No, I like women.

I just just don't like 'em when they ask a lot of questions.

I've confirmed that the casing was a Tokarev .25 millimeter, fired from a Russian-made either TT-30 or a TT-33.



Keep going, Abs.

The markings on the rounds indicate that the weapon is older.

Collector's item?


What are you doing? Are you writing stuff about me?

Just a question I want to remember to ask later.

Do not let me interrupt.

It's too late for that, Sigmund.

I have been scouring the Web and local gun show listings for TT-30 sales or registered buyers, so far, I have 28.

Is that a lot?

Of the 250, 000 registered firearms owners in the metro area, 28 is peanuts.

I'll get you the rest of the details when I have them.

Trust me, honey, you don't have enough hours in the day.

I'll find the time, Ms. Sciuto.

Don't you worry.

I don't like head doctors.

No one does, Anthony.

They're like lie-detector tests.

They alert us to our fears and weaknesses.

I especially don't like this one.

She's always judging me.

All right, well, obviously that's where the powder burns were.

The gun was held close.

Yeah, with a tremendous pressure.

Note the bruising from the barrel on the commander's chest.

I also found a residue on his knuckles that I sent up to Abby and a severely broken nail on his right hand and hairline fractures on his index and middle fingers.

Defensive wound?


The question remains, why was the gunshot angle not higher?

I mean, the shooter was standing right over him.

Sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt. Just came to say hello.



You don't have to leave.

I do if you stay.

You seem to have sparked quite a reaction in him.

Yeah, occupational hazard.

I have that effect on people.

I warn you, Doctor, if your intent is to get inside my brain, you will be unsuccessful.

I know all the tricks too well.

Dr. Mallard, you are the least of my concerns... for now.

And what, pray tell, does that mean?

It means for the time being, you seem... remarkably balanced.

I appreciate the compliment, Doctor.

Nonetheless, dare I say the long hours and isolation occasionally take their toll.

You aren't alone, Doctor.

You got drawers full of people who keep you company.

And they are exceptional listeners.

Nonetheless... there are times when I find myself, melancholy.

You aren't getting any younger.

I'm sure you recognize the irony of quietly facing the dead every day.

Not only do I recognize the irony I embrace it.

I appreciate your keeping me covered in front of the others especially Tony.

Yes, I know how modest you are.


I'm dead now, Ducky.

Shouldn't be.


I am not quite ready for assisted living.

Now if you will excuse me, the commander is getting impatient.

Okay, McGee, talk.

Well, Abby just called. She narrowed down the list of TT-30 and TT-33 buyers who registered guns.

One name popped up: Seaman Marcus Leonard.

Requested mast against Commander Reynolds, three months ago, for inappropriate conduct.

Leonard's still in normal duty status, but he lives alone in his deceased parents' home in Shadyside, Virginia.

Okay, go.

All right.

You coming?

No. Take Dr. Cranston. Let her drive.

You can lie down.

Shrinks love that, McGee.

Where are we going, Agent McGee?

Potential suspect's house.

So, doing field work without Agent DiNozzo must be invigorating.

Puts you in charge.

Yeah, I'll admit, it does feel pretty good sometimes.

You were the one who didn't start out in the military or law enforcement.

The only one with an Ivy League education, yet you successfully transformed from probie to Special Agent.

Who told you about probie?

I'm one of you guys now, right?

No more getting coffee, no more hazing?


All right.


You've done an amazing job of growing, you're technically astute.

Something feels... stunted.




Deep down, wouldn't you like to be in a committed relationship?

Would you maybe want to get some coffee together one morning?


You're asking me to dinner?

You know, you doing what you do, it's interesting to me. I'd like to know more.

Yeah, but, I don't think you really would.

You're hiding something, and I seek it. Speak.

I've been seeing this girl.

That's nice.

Actually, it's not nice.

She stole my mail and took out

$65, 000 in preapproved credit cards in my name.

Throw her psycho ass in the brig.

I love you, McGee.

That should be enough.

You know, I guess I just haven't found the right girl yet.


Or maybe you're looking too hard.

You can do this?

With a warrant.

All right, wait out here.

Anyone home?

I thought the suspect was still on board the Colonial.

He is, but it's still protocol to check. Didn't I tell you to wait outside?

Psychiatrists never listen.

No paintings of clowns on the walls.

I guess that's a good sign.

Care to analyze this, Doctor?

What do you think, gun nut?

I was thinking something more clinical, but gun nut works.

Damn right I requested mast.

Seaman Leonard, what was your complaint?

XO played favorites.

Guys he had high hopes for.

I wasn't one of them.

Maybe Commander Reynolds was just an excellent judge of character.

We'll never know now, will we?

Can you tell me where your Russian TT-30 is?

Seems to be the only gun missing from your house.

Gave it to a friend.

Guy in Ohio, collector.

If he didn't file the right paperwork, it's not my problem.

If the gun is no longer in his possession, it is most certainly your problem.

Come on.

It's frustrating, isn't it?

You make a choice, follow directions, and... it still doesn't work out.

It's just a candy bar, it's no big deal.

Who said I was talking about a candy bar?

You want to do this now?

Why not?

How far back do you want to go?

My mom died when I was eight.

They sent me away to school when I was 11.

I almost lost that kid... in Baltimore.

Are we doing it? Am I doing good?

"Two roads diverged in a yellow wood..." and sorry I could not travel both.

Another opportunity like this might not come up for years.

These orders are for you.

NCIS Rota, Spain?

Your own team.


I'm passing, on the promotion, Jenny.

We make decisions... and live with them.

Some decisions are easier than others.

That's the victim's brother.

Peter Reynolds. Just flew in. The only family the commander had.

Know anything?

About the commander's time aboard the Colonial? No.

About a long-term relationship, plenty.

Girlfriend never came up.

Probably because she was married.

You got a name?

He knew her by "Nancy".

McGee, I need to talk to Admiral Hargrove's wife.

Find her.

I can't right now. I'm swamped, okay?

I love my job. I love my Gibbs. I need more sleep and...

I am learning to not be so hard on myself.

See how much time we just saved?

I know for a fact that you can work and talk at the same time.

You are a champion multitasker.

I'm scared.

Of what?

Well, what if I tell you a bunch of stuff, and then I learn things about myself that I totally hate?

That could happen, but unlikely.

Okay then, go ahead.

Criticize me. I'm ready.

I have nothing to criticize.

You are so totally grounded in self-confidence.

You make Goth look... gorgeous and fun.

I'm not a Goth.

I'm a scientist.

And a great one.

But you work too hard.

Is there any Abby time?

I make sandwiches for the shelter, on Sundays.

That's not relaxing.

I drive for the food bank.

All work and no play.

Do you ever hang out with any of your female co-workers?

I heard you're gonna Norfolk.

It shouldn't be a problem.

We should be able to leave by 6:00.


For where?

You two are spending the weekend together.

Hold on, let me paint a picture.

You're a pig.

I miss Kate.

If you didn't, I'd be concerned.

You need someone to fill that void.

It's not like I have a lot of time to look.

Certainly not Gibbs.

And Ziva, she's seeing somebody.

How about McGee?

No. No!

Why not?

No. Because.

McGee... and I, we're...

We had... we're... friends.

He stay at your place?


You sleep in the coffin, McGee?


You said that it was-it was a boxed sofa bed.

It is! Sort of.

I can't believe I slept in a coffin!

Not just slept.

Look, this has been really great and all, and you're not half as creepy as I thought you would be, this place, my job, it means everything to me, and I'd really like to get back to it, please.


Tape adhesive.

Nancy Hargrove.

Agent Gibbs.

You know why I called you?

My husband told me what happened to Vincent.

They were close, you know?

I think the two of you were... a lot closer than that, ma'am.

I'm sorry?

He's dead. It's okay.

Vincent and I saw each other for over 20 years.

He knew it could never be more than that.

The admiral didn't know?

If he did, he never said anything.

We only got together when my husband was away.

Commander Reynolds had to retire from the Navy.

He didn't have kids, he didn't have a wife.

You take the Navy away from him, he didn't have anything to look forward to, not even you.

What are you suggesting, Agent Gibbs?

I'm sorry for your loss.


Do you have a moment?

How's it going?

I'm learning more about your team than I thought I would.

I don't know if that's a good thing.

I've never met a group of agents so connected to their work.

For better or for worse.

That feeling translate up the ladder?

You've had a rough run.

Been through severe trauma recently.

Have you spoken to anyone about what just happened?

I don't think I like where this is headed. This is not about me, it's about them.

You're team director.

Do you know what I've had to sacrifice for this job?

For the Navy?

Comes with the situation.

What do you know about my situation?

Since I got hurt, we've been on SECNAV's radar.

When the vacancy was created at the top of your agency, you induced me to give you this post.

And the deal was quite simple: get your house in order.

And I want to prove that recent events haven't influenced things around here.

My life is a lie.

You were never supposed to succeed.

I think the recent attempt on your life absolutely terrified you, and now you're questioning yourself.

If you let your guard down for one minute, what are you worried about losing?

It's Vance. Go, Gibbs.

Are you sure?

I need these crew members assembled in your mess hall, Captain.

Breaking rule number one, boss.

Yeah. Again.

They worked closely with Commander Reynolds.

That's why we need them, sir.

They know who killed your XO.

What was your relationship with Commander Reynolds?

He was a respected officer.

Great XO.

Father figure.

Was he hard on you?

He made us better sailors.

Commander Reynolds' father was in World War II and in Korea.

Did you know that?

No, sir.

This is the weapon he carried.

It was given to him by a Russian officer.

XO had it with him on board.

And, as you know, that's a big no-no aboard a Navy vessel.

Does it look familiar?

We found tape residue on the commander.

The only DNA on it was his own.

So we were thinking, What if he taped the gun to his hand so it wouldn't move, no matter what.

Commander Reynolds was nine months away from mandatory retirement in the Navy.

He didn't have a family. His career was over.

So your XO...

Was about to lose everything he cared about.

You discovered the body, Ensign?

You didn't want him remembered as a weak man, so with the petty officer's help you made it look like a murder?

The gun was still attached to his hand when I walked in.

Didn't seem right.

We knocked some things onto the floor around the bunk.

Made it look like a scuffle.

Didn't see the bullet casing.

He was a man of honor, he deserved to be buried like one.

What do you see when you look at him, Agent DiNozzo?

Man works his whole life, dedicates himself to his job, and then has nothing to show for it.

How does that make you feel?


I'm a good agent, Dr. Cranston.

A really good one.

I know.

And so do a lot of other people.

You're not authorized to give out my phone you are interrupting my negotiation.

Well it's kind of beautiful up here.

And dangerous.

From this height, you can't really tell.

I was referring to you.

I thought you were going to attack me back in Iggy's stall.

How was I supposed to know what you were planning?

We're a team, Kate.

You're supposed to follow my lead.

Even when I don't know where it's going?

Especially then.

But you can be more.

Has anyone ever told you that?

You're afraid, aren't you?

You ever seen me afraid?

Not when the danger is something that we can confront.

Why aren't you sick?

'Cause I'm stronger than you, Tony.

You're not...

Am too.

Maybe Agent Todd was hard on you because she knew what you were really capable of.

Too bad she never got a chance to tell you that.

I think I just realized who you are...


So how'd we do?

I can't tell.

Doctor-patient privilege.

Come on, Doc. It's me.

Still one agent I haven't spoken to yet.

That's not going to happen.

I forgot.

You're perfect.

No, I'm just too set in my ways to change now.

You know when you were lying there a second ago... you looked just like your sister, you know that?

I heard you quit, Agent Todd!

Happy news gets around fast.

Yes, I resigned.

It was the right thing to do.

Pull that crap at NCIS, I won't give you a chance to resign.

Is that a job offer?

Protection detail's over, Kate.

You did good.

For once, DiNozzo's right.

I thought I'd die before I ever heard a compli...

I'm glad you reached out.

Did you find what you were looking for?

Finally... got to meet the people closest to Kate when she died.



You've been better at letting go than I have.

You don't forget, you just move on.

Come on, I want to show you something.

Where are we going?


Stand right here.

Right there.

Look down. You feel that?

Right there?


This is where the guy who murdered Kate died.

This is where Ziva shot her own brother.

That, Doc, is closure.

Now, the rest is just memories.

There's nothing wrong with memories.

Kate, sweetie, listen to me, I got your message.

I can't work with Gibbs. He doesn't appreciate anything.

Of course he appreciates what you're doing, or he wouldn't have asked you to come work there.

So what if he gives you a hard time?

Don't let Gibbs get to you.

You are damn good at your job, and you know it.

I do know, sis. It's just...

I'm just having a bad day. Thanks, Rachel. I love you.

I love you, too, baby sister.

Let's talk soon.

Never went to the funeral.

Just couldn't do it.

Families all grieve in different ways.

Let me ask you a question, Gibbs.

See if you can answer.

Man walks into a bar, asks the bartender for a glass of water.

Bartender pulls out a shotgun, fires a blast, just missing the man.

Man says "Thank you", puts a tip on the bar, and exits.

Why the "thank you"... and the tip?

The guy had the hiccups.

It's all about responses, Gibbs.

You, Vance... your agents.

We keep things piled up inside... even the harshest response seems appropriate.

Director Vance, spending time with your team has been enlightening, to say the least.

In clinical terms, they're a disaster.

But their selfless dysfunction is ultimately why it works.

It's clear to me we all react to life's challenges in different ways.

Your people are no exception.

Some fight death, and some embrace its solace.

Some recognize their fate... and others do whatever is necessary to alter it.

Sometimes we defy others' expectations, and, occasionally, we rise to meet them.

But the constant, is being true to ourselves.

We do what we have to, when we have to.

We react, for better or worse.

It's why your team succeeds.

But be careful.

Eventually, it might catch up to you.

A man walks into a bar and asks the bartender for a glass of water.

The bartender pulls out a shotgun...