Welcome to Arlington National Cemetery.
Please line up if you have a ticket
for the 8:30 tour bus, and remember to obey
all signs asking for silence and respect.
Excuse me.
Excuse me. What time does the show start?
This is a cemetery.
We don't have shows.
The guard thing at the tomb.
Sir, the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier
is a monument dedicated to the fallen service members
who have not yet been identified.
The soldiers who stand watch are there
to honor them, not entertain you.
Okay.
And when does it start?
Sir, the guard changes every half hour.
Now, please, get back in line. Oh, wow.
Hold on, let me just take a video of this parade.
Sir, this is not Disneyland.
Whoa, whoa, whoa!
Oh. Everyone, stay back.
What the hell?
Easy, now.
Easy. Hey.
Easy. Easy.
Uh, ma'am? We got a problem.
I know. And it's got four legs, and it's looking right at me.
No. Good boy.
Easy. Easy, now. This problem's... human.
Oh, my God.
♪ NCIS 17x04 ♪ Someone Else's Shoes Original Air Date on October 15, 2019
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♪﻿﻿﻿♪
Evidence number 4556.
Two computer hard drives.
That's 4556.
Got 'em. Okay, which pile--
long-term storage or destruction?
Destruction.
Nick, I'm still waiting on 2666.
Yeah, yeah.
This is not fair.
Yeah, tell me about it. I could totally have re-used
these hard drives in my rack.
No, not that. This. Punishment.
Well, lying about Ziva was bad.
Director said there'd be consequences.
Yeah, I get that, but these jumpsuits
make it seem like
we're in prison,
and we're not even allowed cell phones down here,
which is cruel and unusual.
Well, it's about to get more unusual.
I just found number 2666
Mm. "Doll at a crime scene."
Double homicide.
I love you and I'm sorry.
Why is it apologizing?
For killing two people. Oh.
Destruction pile, please.
Storage, where it will clearly haunt us for the next six days.
Six days away from the outside world.
I mean, who knows what else we're missing out there?
Yeah, what if they announce another Marvel movie?
Maybe a nuclear bomb went off.
Maybe we're dead, and this is hell.
Only if you break the rules.
No cell phones.
Director Vance made it very clear.
As lead evidence technician, I am to immediately
report any misconduct.
Has there been any misconduct?
No misconduct, we promise. Super.
Fantastic, yeah. This is so much fun.
Because as much as I love being bossed around
by field agents on a daily basis,
turns out bossing them around is even better.
Also, it, uh...
gets lonely down here.
No windows can...
do funny things to a man.
I brought more evidence.
Ah.
Cell phones.
- Stolen phones. - Mm-hmm.
From a stolen car. Stolen by Gibbs and Ziva.
The case that brought me my new best friends.
All right, Terry, we're good. All right, we're good.
Strong biceps you got there. You do keto?
Hey, these are prepaid, ready for use by people.
Uh, sorry, those are slated for immediate destruction.
So I guess the, uh, outside world's just gonna have to wait.
No, it won't. Boss, is there a nuclear war?
Or a dead body?
Body-ish. - Let's go play.
Get that away from me. Let's go.
Agent Gibbs, did the director approve this furlough?
This punishment isn't over!
Arlington PD's on the horn.
They want to know if we need help.
Help? We're choking on help.
I got five agencies arguing about jurisdiction.
So that's a... No. We do not need
any more people wandering around here
with letters on their back.
NCIS. Special Agent Gibbs.
McGee, Bishop, Torres.
Who called NCIS?
Arlington National Cemetery is controlled
by the Department of the Army.
CID has jurisdiction.
Well, if somebody has jurisdiction,
they're clearly not taking it.
I got everyone from base police to Animal Control
chomping at the bit, literally. I mean, did you hear?
There's a horse. With six feet.
Exactly. It's a mess, sir.
NCIS will only make it worse.
We're here to make it better. Ha! How?
You see that guy right there?
Harry Potter?
Yeah, we, uh...
we call him the chosen one.
He is our NCIS M.E. Your point?
First M.E. on the scene controls the scene.
Is that true?
Hey.
Did he call me the chosen one?
I gave him five bucks to call me the chosen one.
Based on the shape
of the arches and the thick hair,
I'd say that these feet belonged to a late-aged male.
Time of removal?
Tissue, color and condition suggest
maybe the last 24 hours.
Too bad AFIT only works for fingerprints, huh?
Finding the owner could be quite challenging.
What are those-- burns?
Look more like ulcers. Bad ones.
Yeah, these sores are pretty deep.
Okay, why don't you just save the details for autopsy.
Fear of, uh, irregular hole patterns
is called trypophobia.
It's quite real.
Some people even vomit, McGee.
Anything on the horse?
Uh, no ID.
It's not talking, either.
He. And Animal Control has no idea where
he came from-- just a random horse,
wandering the streets.
A riderless horse is a funeral tradition.
We are at the entrance of
Arlington National Cemetery.
Doesn't seem random.
Neither is this.
Someone left us a message.
D. Holtzman.
U.S. Marine Corps.
I guess this is an NCIS crime scene after all.
All right, so what's the crime--
desecration or murder?
- Good question. - Okay, guys,
let's set up, uh, over here. Looks like we're not the only ones asking.
media attention.
- Let's get a wide shot. - Set up over here.
Sir, does NCIS have any comment?
1.2 million likes.
This story's definitely blowing up.
Riderless horse and severed feet are definitely Insta-friendly.
Whatever the hell that means.
Update. Let's go.
Well, a riderless horse carrying empty boots
is a military symbol honoring the dead.
President Kennedy had one. Reagan, Lincoln.
And now Marine Sergeant David Holtzman.
Who's he? Only thing in the system
was his last service photo.
Holtzman was honorably discharged in 1979.
Yeah, and? And that's well before
service records were digitized, so for more we talk to
Veterans Affairs, OIG.
Okay, take Torres. McGee.
Find someone that knows that Marine.
Yeah, or find the rest of him.
Boss, his address is 40 years old.
Doesn't even exist anymore. How we gonna find him?
Use the Insta thing.
That's what it's for, right?
You mean post his service photo,
see if anyone recognizes him?
Boss, that is actually the perfect use of social media.
What about, uh, Vance's punishment?
Terry's still expecting us downstairs.
Case first.
Yes.
Feet are...
highly symbolic.
Jesus washed them to show humility,
drug cartels cut them off to intimidate.
And then, of course, there are foot fetishes.
This about a fetish, Doc?
I can't say for sure.
What I can say is that these size nine and a half feet
belong to an adult male matching Sergeant Holtzman's age.
Blade slipped while cutting.
Yeah, more than once.
Which means that you and whoever did this
have something in common.
Hand tools.
I mean, obviously, he's not as good as you are, right?
Bow saw.
I can't say for sure.
I'm certain that it wasn't electric.
So, cutting through the sergeant's lower tibia,
fibula, was labor-intensive.
Hard work.
t Was he alive?
When his feet were removed? Uh, uh, I...
can't say for sure.
What can you say?
Kasie's here.
Oh.
Why do I get the Gibbs glare? I just got here.
Residual energy. I'm sorry.
I'm not. Go.
As I'm sure Jimmy told you, the foot sores are the result
of poor circulation due to severe diabetes.
The sergeant's pancreas, wherever it may be,
could not properly produce insulin.
That can help us find him. It might.
Blood work also showed traces of SGLT2 inhibitors.
He was being treated. Yep.
So, if you want to find the long-lost sergeant...
Go find his doctor.
Bishop?
Former Sergeant Holtzman has been treated
at several hospitals in the V.A. system,
but he hasn't been back in two weeks.
And we certainly haven't amputated any body parts.
It's all in that file.
No recent photo, Dr. Bell?
No. But we track all medically relevant information,
and then it's all in that file.
Now, if you'll excuse me.
Hey!
This is private.
Someone sawed off Sergeant Holtzman's feet
and we're trying to figure out if he's still alive.
You don't seem to care.
It's been 52 hours since my shift started.
And a lot longer than that since I had a social life
or more than a can of olives in my refrigerator.
I care.
Then... talk to us.
I am.
But everything I know is truly in that file.
I see so many patients,
I only get to know them as a chart.
A number.
Sergeant Holtzman is part of the city's homeless population,
people that nobody talks about.
They're talking now.
Good.
This system is far from perfect.
It needs attention.
I-I already have six departments
waiting on a funding bill
that's been stuck in Congress for months.
Does the sergeant have family?
No.
And if a vet is left unclaimed,
the body's cremated
and the ashes are put inside these boxes.
Which I then put...
...in here.
This is what happens when nobody talks about you.
They're all homeless veterans?
At least they'll be buried in a military grave.
With dignity.
But I'd rather care for these men and women
while they're alive.
So, please,
find the sergeant.
I suggest starting with local encampments.
This place used to be a metro hub.
Now the locals now call it the end of the line.
Not exactly cheerful.
Not a lot to be cheerful about, McGee.
Well, at least this camp gets medical visits.
- The last three didn't. - If our homeless population
can't go to the hospital, the hospital must go to them.
Great line.
Let's record that again. This time I'll say it.
Ah. This podcast does have listeners, right?
My social media reach is over six million and growing.
Hey. You work here?
Federal agents.
I'm a volunteer for Mercy Point Mobile Care.
Yeah, you recognize this man?
He'd be older now, by about 40 years.
Our program helps a lot of people, sir.
Is there something wrong?
Wait, wait. NCIS?
You're trending in all those creepy feet tweets.
You showed up late to the crime scene.
That's not at all what happened. Let's talk about it.
It'll be an exclusive story on this episode of Truth Bomb.
Wait, wait, I thought we were truth bombing
homeless care today.
Please. Come on. NCIS is trending.
We'll combine homeless issues with government ineptitude.
No comment.
Big mistake.
The truth will out.
Just what the world needs, boss: another podcast.
Whatever that means.
Hey. Uh, did you say NCIS?
Great. You run a podcast, too?
No. I recognize your picture.
It's Marine Sergeant David Holtzman,
just a lot younger, right?
I'm Barney Williams, sir.
Special Agents Gibbs and McGee.
How do you know the sergeant?
We live here.
You know where he sleeps?
Is Davey okay?
I haven't seen the sergeant since last night, sir.
He doesn't get around too well. And that was before.
Damn.
Who the hell is chopping off feet?
Anybody report him missing?
You know, people out here come and go a lot.
And not many have phones, sir.
Not like him to miss morning chow.
You military?
No, sir.
Well, how we gonna find my friend?
Boss. I got something.
Oh, man.
Found him under three layers of trash.
Davey didn't deserve this.
Hold on. Got another one.
That's Norma Jean.
That body still has feet.
What the hell is going on here?
The capital's homeless population
is currently in a spotlight
as federal authorities hunt for a killer.
Killer? Come on. We haven't actually confirmed
the cause of death.
Working on it, Director. But you did ID the second body?
Former Marine Staff Sergeant
Norma Jean Pfeiffer.
Discharged in '93.
That's two Marines, both homeless.
It's not a good look for us or the system.
Or the victims.
I'm told that there's major public outcry,
against veterans slipping through cracks.
Good.
Leroy Jethro Gibbs agrees with social media outrage?
Gibbs, this case and our involvement in it--
it's everywhere. That means
cameras are gonna be rolling everywhere.
Well, then, good.
They can watch us catch this son of a bitch.
Quickly and cleanly, I hope.
Leon, I want my team out of the basement.
I'd never stand in the way of an active investigation.
However, your team is very capable.
They can find time for this case and their extra workload.
Punishments are meant to be hard.
Come on. For everyone.
After all, kids learn bad habits by watching their parents.
Now, hands are highly symbolic.
Save it. What do we know?
Uh, Sergeant Holtzman died
due to complications from his diabetes.
It was a heart attack.
Natural causes. Yeah, desecration, not murder.
However, Staff Sergeant Norma Jean Pfeiffer's cause of death
was blunt force trauma to the back of the head,
so we have desecration and murder.
Murder weapon? Uh, her head wound
perfectly matches the corner of this broken toaster here
from a nearby junk pile.
Not very practical.
My guess is it's the first thing the killer grabbed.
Murder wasn't planned. Like I said,
sawing through bone takes time and effort.
Maybe Norma Jean saw him
sawing, and was then... sawed?
That's a lot of saws.
It's also a lot of work.
You think we're looking for a madman?
Or someone with purpose. What purpose?
I mean, Gibbs, who targets homeless veterans?
Norma Jean was an ordnance specialist
in the first Gulf War.
20 years after Davey served in Vietnam.
Different decades, similar stories.
And you seem to have them all written down there.
Every vet I meet, I like to add their story to my journal.
Is it because you're also a veteran?
Hey, never lie to Gibbs.
That man can smell a fellow Marine.
Lance Corporal Bernard Williams, right?
That was a long time ago.
Uh, it was barely last year.
How long you been living on the streets?
Not as long as Davey
or Norma Jean.
They're the ones you should be talking about.
They're proud vets.
And you're not?
Stop. Please. It's not about me.
A-And I said no special treatment.
I'm not eating this.
Not unless you have enough for everybody.
And by everybody... I mean
everybody living at that bus stop.
Vet, civilian-- everybody.
You eat when the unit eats.
You serve?
Army.
You got a minute?
For your story.
Per Terry's request, I have collected backlogged evidence
for immediate storage and sorting.
Whose side are you on, anyway, huh?
This is supposed to be our lunch break.
I guess that's what you get when you lie to the director's face.
Which I had nothing to do with!
We know that.
So does Vance.
Does he? Guilt by association.
I shouldn't even be talking to you right now.
I'm not ending up in that garage.
Half-windows are better than no windows.
Actually, we were hoping that you could give us a break.
On the case. Like, a major one
that requires immediate attention.
From... all of us.
Yeah, 'cause we only got about three and a half minutes,
then we got to report back to Terry.
Kasie, help us. Fine. You're lucky
I do have major breaks.
While people can fall through the cracks,
horses do not.
Yeah, they're too big.
Horse humor.
Like household pets,
horses are often implanted with microchips.
To ID them if they get lost.
And Animal Control found one?
And sent me the data. Hmm.
Meet No Sprinkles,
a gelding who belongs to Henry Hoss,
a stable owner who's being brought in.
I'll go follow up.
Kasie, any more breaks?
Yeah, we only got 45 seconds left here.
Yes. The V.A. is lying to me. I think.
I called them for Norma Jean's medical records,
but they said the computers were down.
Well, that's just typical government infrastructure,
not a lie.
Except I've been calling all day.
- Good enough for me. Let's go. - Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Hold on. Medical records do not scream immediate attention.
Terry doesn't know that.
Okay.
Remember, I don't know you.
Hey. I miss it?
Nope. Mr. Hoss seemed angry to be here,
so I thought I'd let him stew in the hot seat a little longer.
Case notes? Uh...
Pages from Barney's journal.
Our millennial veteran. What does he write about?
Other vets. Their time in the service.
Their transition home.
All beautifully written in thoughtful detail
and in very cheap ink.
Yeah, it's hard to read with all the smudges.
So... what is his story?
That's the thing.
Barney's story isn't in here,
and he refuses to talk about it.
Even lied to Gibbs about being a Marine.
And you want to know why. Mm.
Bishop. Let's go.
Your horse.
Your murder.
How dare you.
I was Navy myself.
Yes, sir. Retired commander.
Then you should know. I could never kill, much less
desecrate my own brothers and sisters.
It's bad enough they're on the streets.
It makes me sick. How sick?
I board a lot of horses.
I didn't notice
No Sprinkles was missing till NCIS called.
Somebody must have stole him last night.
You seem pretty sure.
The barn was still locked.
So it had to be someone with a key. Like you.
You like hard work. Yes.
I board a lot of horses for a lot of owners.
How many have keys to the barn?
All of them. You want a damn list?
Yeah.
Happy now?
I guess the network is down. And has been all day.
Yet another department that needs attention.
It was nice seeing you again,
but my shift is finally about to end.
Uh...
What about the records?
I showed you-- the system is down.
Well, paper files existed long before computers.
There's been time to pull those, right?
You're right.
I should have done that. I'm sorry.
Well, it's okay. You get busy, we understand.
No.
I'm scared.
Look, the last thing I want to do is complain
about online trolls,
but the V.A. has been getting death threats since yesterday.
From people who blame us for killing veterans.
Oh, this mentions you by name.
Someone found out my dad is former Coast Guard
and has diabetes.
Like Sergeant Holtzman.
Oh. I'm sorry.
He's doing fine. Except now people want to know
why the V.A. can save him, but not the homeless.
Damn.
Funny thing is, I'm glad people
are actually paying attention,
but finger-pointing doesn't help.
Uh, actually, Doc...
I think you dropped one.
I assure you that wasn't me.
I don't know who would be so disrespectful...
Oh, my God!
More finger-pointing.
The hands belong to our murdered staff sergeant.
News already has the story
and they're now calling our killer
the Military Mangler,
wondering which body parts will be found next.
It's not about body parts, it's about messaging.
Someone's trying to say something.
Loud and clear.
First, a riderless horse in a cemetery.
Now pointing fingers in a morgue.
Recognition and blame.
Our killer wants vets honored,
but not forgotten about in a cabinet?
It seems a little on the nose.
- Yeah, but it works. - Well, especially for the media.
All anyone's talking about right now
is the treatment of veterans.
The story's everywhere.
Okay, so who benefits?
From killing vets or blaming the system?
All of it. I want a motive.
How about anger?
What, Jack, you got something?
Maybe. But I could use a second opinion.
We'll scrub through visitor logs
and security footage from the V.A.
No, no. Not in here, you won't.
It is awfully quiet
downstairs. And you did miss your lunchtime quota.
Terry. Seriously, man?
I believe you've been ordered to multitask.
Yeah.
Barney.
You think he's angry.
I think he's interesting.
Here.
He, uh, he grew up with a single mom.
She worked multiple jobs to keep food on the table,
and he joined the Marines to change that.
Well, he's got commendations. Medals.
By all accounts, he was a great Marine.
He loved serving.
So?
Why lie, Jack? I don't know.
But while he was serving in Afghanistan,
his mother got sick. Pancreatic cancer.
And Barney had to take an emergency leave
to come home and take care of her.
Family first. Right. But unfortunately,
his mom died, like, four months later.
But not until Barney spent everything they had
on her medical care, leaving him with nothing.
And nobody.
He has every reason to be angry at the world
and the system.
Jack, if you think he did this, let's bring him in here.
I don't think he did it.
But?
But only because I kind of like the kid.
Otherwise, yes, he is a potential suspect.
He is clearly struggling with something, Gibbs.
Barney tell you where he sleeps,
or are we just knocking on flaps here?
Knocking.
Hey! Hey. Over here.
NCIS. There you are.
Is there a problem, sir?
Uh... yes. Someone else was attacked.
Isn't that why you're here?
We're here for Barney Williams.
He was the one who was attacked.
He's in mobile care now.
Barney.
You okay?
Told you I wasn't a Marine anymore.
Marine would never let themselves get jumped
while taking a leak. I'm calling an ambulance.
No.
I said no special treatment.
You got me in enough trouble.
What?
Whoever did this knows I've been talking to NCIS.
They must think I know something.
Why?
Because they took it.
Your journal?
But you read it, Agent Sloane.
There was nothing in there about the case.
No. Not that we know of.
Listen, we got to get you out of here.
No. I live here.
Well, you're not staying.
Yes.
I am.
Well, then, you're not staying alone.
Good idea, Gibbs.
Wait, what's a good idea?
Standing watch.
No. I said no special treatment.
Hey, it's for...
For the whole camp.
You take first watch, I'll take second.
Okay.
Well, there is no camera that clearly shows
who entered the V.A. morgue.
Six hours of work for a dead end.
Nowhere.
You have anything to add, edgelord?
My cell use is case-related, and what do you want me to say?
I love you and I'm sorry.
I didn't touch anything.
Neither did I, Agent Torres.
So...
I hope you're looking up an exorcist, Agent Bishop.
Actually, a V.A. website, sir.
Looking up what they offer, which is a lot.
I'm aware.
Well, not everybody is, Director.
I mean, mostly because you need e-mail
or a phone number to sign up.
Cell phones are no longer luxury items.
Oh, they're necessities.
I mean, even Gibbs carries one around.
Yeah, and he's a repeat technophobe
and known troglodyte.
Yeah. Yeah, he's also a...
what he said.
So your excuse for insubordination
is case-related.
That's what I thought.
Start fresh tomorrow. Go home.
Spear?
Toothpick.
You should get some sleep.
Rather be writing in my journal.
Usually helps me pass the time.
Makes me feel a little better.
Start writing.
Start talking.
I'm not writing my story.
"Once a Marine, always a Marine."
Not if you don't complete your mission, sir.
I came home to take care of my mom.
I took emergency leave knowing my fire team was headed
towards a major hot spot in Helmand province.
We're under fire!
Not everybody came back.
Couldn't save my mom.
Couldn't save my team.
I should've died with my brothers back there.
It's not your fault.
Here we go.
You want to come out here on guard duty, fine.
But don't you sit there and tell me
you know what it's like to lose everything,
and to feel like nothing.
To put a gun to your head and...
just end it all.
I did that.
What? Which part?
All of it, when I came back.
Damn. Why?
So how come you're still alive?
A friend helped me realize something.
What-- that life is beautiful?
That I deserved to exist.
Hey, what are you doing?
Get away from my tent!
Hey!
Stop!
Hey! Stop him!
You want me? Here I am.
Get off me!
Federal agent. Don't move.
Oh, my God. I'm unarmed.
The cop is now pointing his gun into my face.
If I die, it was all in the name of Truth.
Enough.
What are you doing?
Truth Bombing.
In the middle of the night?
It's called atmosphere.
But then I heard you two talking about...
about suicide and stuff.
That was powerful. For real.
That story should really be out there.
And that's why you stole my journal?
I'm a truth teller, not a criminal.
You have an alibi? Yeah.
It's time, date and GPS-stamped audio files.
Wait, you're taking that? For real?
For real.
So this was a waste of time.
Good work, Marine.
Just stop.
That story's over.
I'm not a Marine anymore.
Drink it in, people--
the phones, the sun, the outside world--
before we are doomed to spend more time
with my new best friend, Terry.
You two are friends now?
No. But we will be.
The man is a protein genius.
Look what I found on the floor last night.
It's his diet plan.
Okay, and now you want him
to be your life coach?
Dietary Sherpa. Shh.
I thought we were watching this emergency vote in Congress.
Not exactly Game of Thrones.
Spoiler alert: it just passed.
Unanimously, too.
This is important why? This is
the funding bill for veteran care.
They increased spending all around.
Including a very large chunk to Veterans Affairs.
How large? Well, Dr. Bell said
that there were six departments of hers awaiting funding.
The bill was stuck in committee for months.
And now, after all the news and public outcry, it passes.
And all six departments are now fully funded.
Because of murder.
Yeah, to quote the good doctor,
"I'm just glad people are paying attention."
Yeah, that's pretty messed up.
Yeah.
Does the doc have an alibi?
Gibbs.
Boss, we need to talk to the doctor again.
All right. Pick her up.
Why are you still here?
You got it.
And don't you dare say semper fi.
How's the head?
- Hurts. I'll be okay. - Pardon us, but
we heard you've been keeping watch out here all night.
We also heard your hair shimmers in the moonlight.
I never said that.
Appreciate that you got our six.
You're a Marine, right?
Gibbs.
Scout sniper. I knew it.
Hey. I can smell a fellow leatherneck.
I'm looking at you, too.
Look harder.
I'm not a Marine anymore.
The hell you talking about? Once a Marine, always a Marine.
Right, Gibbs?
Oorah.
Yes, I'm thrilled the bill passed,
but this is my one day off.
I couldn't have done any of this.
Because you've been at work.
Check my patient charts.
We did. Uh, there were plenty of gaps
for you to leave the hospital.
I use that time for power naps.
You ever stand for 17 hours straight?
The hands were in your cabinet and you have no alibi.
You want an alibi?
I hate horses.
Excuse me?
I fell off as a kid and I get anxious
just thinking about them,
let alone parading them through Arlington with amputated feet.
Well, equine animosity is not an alibi
and you benefit from this bill.
No. The system benefits.
It's not like I make money personally. No one does.
Hey.
Actually, people do make money from this bill.
Very personally.
I was listening. Uh, the V.A. system is back online
and I pulled financial records.
The six departments.
Turns out only one is a private company
that only works with the V.A.--
Mercy Point Mobile Care.
Medical vans.
So this bill takes their program nationwide.
Only if it passes.
And this wasn't going to until two days ago.
Yeah, when someone started chopping off body parts.
Someone whose family owns horses.
Who are we talking about?
Kyle Freeman. Turns out he's not a volunteer.
His family owns the company.
Does Gibbs know about this? Not yet.
He's still at the camp.
With our killer.
Yeah.
Listen, I'm just thrilled that our message
will finally be out there.
Yeah. Wherever there's a need.
Oh, hey. Morning, guys.
Hey, Gibbs.
Yeah. No, no, you get it.
Yeah, so I figure, like, if we-we put these buses
in every location... You okay?
Hey, hey.
You got our six?
Yeah?
Hey, hey!
Hold up. Hold up.
Morning. How can I help you, sir?
You already have. I just wanted to recognize
all your hard work. Thank you.
You know, it's tough out here, but Mercy Point Mobile Care--
it's-it's a very worthy cause. Yes, it is.
Just not for you.
Excuse me? I...
Bandages, cheap ink.
Wait, wait, wait. I...
I don't follow. Sawing bone?
That's hard work.
Okay.
I don't know what that means. It means
you kill veterans. Ha!
That's crazy.
Speak up for the camera, sir.
People aren't just numbers on a bottom line.
They have names.
Turn that off. No.
Navy Seaman Ronald T. Jones.
Army Sergeant Donald Pretorius.
Marine Sergeant Francesca Rinaldi.
Marine Lance Corporal Bernard Ernest Williams.
Hey. Get the hell out of my face.
No.
Oorah.
Kyle wanted attention and he got it.
Boom. Along with a fist to the face.
Everybody loves it when the bad guy goes down.
Look at this. 17 million likes in less than three days.
Wait, does this make Gibbs an influencer?
That a cell phone?
Because I, uh... I haven't seen the video yet.
I was wondering if maybe I could... watch it?
I heard the guy confessed to desecrating the first body.
Yeah. Yeah, he claimed
that killing Norma Jean was an "accident."
Cutting off her hands wasn't. Good cause, bad man.
Well, I'm glad you got the bastard.
However, you are way behind on your quota.
Not to mention those prepaid cell phones have gone missing.
And all that's left is this.
I love you, and I'm sorry.
Whoa. Don't look at me, man. We're friends now.
I wouldn't touch that thing.
Yeah, and what's this about missing cell phones?
I guess the director's just gonna have to
add a couple extra days to your sentence.
That won't be necessary.
Sir, there...
there's evidence missing.
I'll handle this one. Personally.
Call. Anytime.
Fine. But only because you brought enough for everybody.
I thought you might want this, too.
We found it in the trunk of Kyle's car.
It's already been processed.
Thank you.
There's plenty of empty pages in there
if you want to add your own story.
No.
I'm not gonna write it.
I'm gonna tell it, out loud.
Come on.
Her social media reach is over six million.
That's good. I want to hear...
Plus, it helps to hear people's stories. Right, sir?
Don't call me sir...
Marine.
Hey.
Oorah.
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