NCIS: Origins (2024) s01e06 Episode Script

1
- GIBBS: Who's Eddie?
- LALA: Boyfriend.
He's moving in.
No. Wait, no, they're fine.
Get out of the car! (SHOUTING)
Get out of the car now!
Gibbs! (SHOUTING IN SPANISH)
Lower your weapon now!
What I don't like are
workplace distractions.
OLDER GIBBS:
Workplace distractions.
They were great.
You grab a drink,
tell a joke, play a game.
And somehow, all the awful things
you saw and heard that day
seem less awful.
Franks called her
a workplace distraction.
He didn't mean it
as a compliment.
I didn't know he said it
until later.
She usually didn't repeat
things like that.
Ah!
Thought I had you.
Maybe next time.
Hmm.
Hey, when Franks gets done
with his paperwork,
we're gonna grab a drink.
I can't.
I'm going out with the girls
to celebrate Vera's profiling thing.
Well, that's later, right?
Should grab a drink with us first.
Randy's coming, too.
Nah, it's been a long week.
I need to get out.
OLDER GIBBS:
She said she needed to get out.
Back then, I didn't know
what she meant.
Later, she told me she
felt like she was in a box.
(SIGHS)
(MARY JO LAUGHING): We're
getting too old for this crap.
(LAUGHING)
MARY JO: Come on.
You're off the clock.
- Live a little.
- Mm-hmm.
Mm? Mm?
(BOTH LAUGHING)
Sexy.
(LAUGHS)
OLDER GIBBS: She told
me she felt like the box
was getting smaller and smaller.
When it comes to hip-hop ♪
All night long, the party don't stop ♪
On and on and ♪
Thank you.
(SQUEALS)
(LAUGHING)
To the brand-new
NIS Profile Criminal
- Oh, so
- Damn it, what do you call it?
Criminal Profiling Program!
(CHEERING)
Trailblazer right here!
Yeah, Strickland!
Oh!
Baby, baby ♪
I'm giving up, I'm giving up on love ♪
On love ♪
I'm giving up, I'm giving up on love ♪
I'm giving up, I'm giving up on love ♪
On love ♪
I'm giving up, I'm giving up ♪
On love. ♪
- (DANCE MUSIC PLAYING)
- Oh! I have this record!
Oh! (LAUGHS)
My favorite song.
(PAGER BEEPING)
♪
What the hell are you doing?
Hey.
Where are we going?
Get out of my car, dude.
Oh, you didn't ask me to come with you?
It was loud in there.
I gotta go to work.
You a drug dealer?
Come on, man, get the hell out of here.
(SCOFFS)
I got a boyfriend.
Too bad.
Come and find me when you don't.
OLDER GIBBS:
She told me she felt trapped.
(BEEPING) And she hated
herself for getting that way.
(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKING)
Damn it.
We were just about to send
a search party out for you.
Suicide?
GIBBS: Petty Officer
Second Class Greg Piccolo.
28 years old. Fire controlman.
A neighbor heard loud music
playing for hours, called the cops.
Family been notified?
What the hell's wrong with your lips?
FRIEDMAN: Hey, Dominguez.
Great to see you.
I mean, horrible circumstances,
as always, I'm guessing?
- Mm-hmm.
- I know nothing.
The asshat that called me,
he just said show up here, so
The the victim is a
26 28-year-old male.
Gunshot wound to the head.
Appears to be self-inflicted.
There's a .38 in his left hand.
Great, thanks.
Oh, I told my grunts
to bring the gurney in through the back.
They're not grunts, they're good kids.
OFFICER: O'Malley said
they're reading them
out loud in there.
RANDY: "But I won't
be able to stop myself
from nearly ripping it."
(LAUGHS): Yeah.
"Then, I'll slip off my skirt,
and I'll slip my tongue in your"
- (CLEARS THROAT)
- Hey.
Box under the bed had letters
and photos from a pen pal.
RANDY: Yeah, uh, forensics already
snapped pics of 'em, so we were just
Um This one says her and the victim
were supposed to meet for
the first time tonight.
Guy sets up a romantic dinner,
goes the whole nine,
lady pen pal never shows,
guy's so broke up about it,
he offs himself.
You sure about that cause of death?
Could've been blue balls.
(LAUGHTER)
LALA: Hey, Randy,
keep reading, I could use
a couple pointers.
Okay.
Um
"I can't wait to,"
uh, redacted,
um, "your,"
uh, redacted,
"until it," you know,
uh, yeah, redacted.
Oof.
She goes on to say how excited she is
to finally get what
Greg's gonna give her.
FRANKS: In reference to his johnson?
(OFFICERS LAUGHING)
FRIEDMAN: Hey, Franks,
I need you out here.
I found a series of broken blood vessels
on the victim's left
thumb and forefinger.
- They fresh?
- Yup.
They match the positioning
of the weapon.
Somebody forcibly made
him pull that trigger.
This isn't a suicide.
Excuse me, miss?
You all missed something.
It could be blood.
No. No, no, no.
It was sitting right here.
It could be blood.
No, I dropped it. It's mine.
- My lieutenant told me not to
- What?
My lieutenant said not to
I don't care what your
lieutenant said, dude.
This is my scene.
I'm telling you I dropped it.
I'm telling you it's mine.
FRANKS: Hey.
Hey, the hell's your
head at tonight, huh?
Those of you who haven't heard,
we're looking at a homicide.
I need a sweep for evidence
and transport to forensics.
Someone grab those letters
from the bedroom.
Let's get this place bagged and tagged.
♪
♪
Hey, I thought you
were staying at Vera's.
Oh, we had a call last night. Homicide.
The woman that wrote these
letters is our best suspect.
I'm trying to read them, but
- Pictures of letters, huh?
- Mm-hmm.
It's too blurry.
You don't have the originals?
They're at the lab.
They're from the crime scene?
Why didn't you look at them there?
The guys bagged them before I could.
How'd that happen?
You're always first on the scene.
Hey, why'd you, uh,
why'd you stay here last night
when you knew I would be at Vera's?
I thought I could make you
coffee when you got home.
But now you beat me to it.
You know what? I'm gonna
go hop in the shower.
Oh, my deadline got pushed.
I mean, for the Tribune,
not the long-form.
I still have maybe 300 words to go,
but tomorrow really cleared up.
I thought maybe I could start
moving some stuff over early.
(SIGHS) I, um,
I haven't made space in the closet yet.
That's-that's fine.
I can just keep it in boxes
until you do.
It's okay.
Okay.
LALA: Morning, Woody.
Hey, buddy. You lost?
I was hoping to read those letters
they dropped off last night.
Yeah, I was gonna
give you a call about these
once I had a second to drop off my bag
and do my morning meditation.
Phil!
I forgot my keys at home.
Phil, open the door!
Yeah, I don't see his car.
I don't even think he's here yet.
It can wait.
Okay, well, if you want
to read those letters,
I copied 'em,
brought 'em home last night.
Read through. Real spicy stuff,
but nothing relevant I could see.
No prints except for the victim's.
- Thanks, Woody.
- No sweat.
I wasn't finished talking, though.
I showed some copies
to our handwriting guy,
and after about ten minutes
of insane psychobabble,
he finally said
that it was definitely written
by the same person. Definitely a man.
And that's something
they can be definite on?
Graphology's not an exact science,
but when it comes to gender,
they're right more often than not.
All right then.
Yeah, it's like the spaces
between the letters,
and the way the slant of the letters,
you can tell there's
a firmer grip on that pen.
It's a man-grip!
- (CHUCKLES)
- (ENGINE STARTS)
No one ever lets me finish talking.
The pen pal was a man posing as a woman.
So, who were the pictures of then?
They were body parts, not even a face.
Could've been anyone, right?
Multiple women, even.
So, the killer sends
a targeted letter to Piccolo,
writes him letters for weeks
and then sets up a meeting to kill him?
There was a targeted letter?
Yeah, the first one.
It said that she
Well, he found Piccolo
through a pen pal database,
"Penpal Picks."
Did you read the letters?
Not yet, but I have copies.
- I'm good.
- You sure?
Did we look into the database?
Yeah. Wasn't real.
Killer must've wanted something.
What do you mean?
(SIGHS) You want a guy dead,
and you've got his address,
you just go over there
and take him out, easy-peasy.
Why write fake letters
beforehand for weeks?
The killer must've wanted
something from him.
MARY JO: I am telling you,
you just keep interrupting me.
I ain't interrupting you,
I just want to know
what the words were exactly.
What's going on?
You're just getting here now?
Mary Jo got an anonymous call
on the case,
Franks is making her repeat it exactly.
It was a man who called.
He had a small, quiet
voice, and he said,
(RASPY VOICE): "Greg Piccolo
did some bad deeds."
Come on, Mary Jo,
he used the word "deeds"?
I mean, if he was going
for drama, it makes sense.
MARY JO: He said deeds!
And then he said
(RASPY VOICE):
"Check out where he worked."
Maybe not those exact words,
but that was the gist of it, all right?
Can I go about my life now?
What'd Piccolo do?
He was a fire controlman.
Worked at the Naval Weapons Station.
HODGE:
Petty Officer Piccolo's job
was to oversee the classifiers.
He spend all his time in the SCIF?
Um, not all.
I can show you his desk
after you take a look in here.
(KEYPAD BEEPING)
- (SIGHS)
- (DOOR UNLOCKS)
Piccolo didn't say much, but
he was a good man.
(BEEPS, LOCKS)
Petty Officer Piccolo oversaw
the operations of this room.
Personnel can remove files
based on clearance level.
Files can be reviewed at a table
just outside the room,
then they're logged back in.
FRANKS: What's in the files?
HODGE: Weapons construction orders,
design schematics.
I can get you a generalized list.
You worked with Petty Officer Piccolo?
Yes, sir.
He was your supervisor?
Yes, sir.
He ever have any problems here?
Not that I know of, sir.
You ever have any problem with him?
No, sir.
What's your name, boy?
Walt.
Petty Officer Lewis, sir.
FRANKS: Petty Officer Lewis,
you been known to use
phrases like "bad deeds"?
Why'd you call in the tip?
What was Piccolo doing?
Permission to stand, sir?
(BEEPING)
(DRAWER OPENS)
FRANKS: There ain't nothing on it.
He took the real one,
replaced it with that.
What's on the real one?
The latest schematics
for the Tomahawk missile, sir.
♪
(CURTAIN OPENS)
- VERA: Hey. I've been looking for you.
- Hi.
Are those those dirty letters
everybody's talking about?
Yeah
All right, so what gives?
I thought you guys moved on
to government secrets now.
LALA: Yeah,
I just need to finish reading these.
For what, the 18th time?
No, the first.
I am behind.
Oh
Okay. Well, I, um
I saw that guy leave
the club right after you.
I went out to, uh,
make sure you were okay.
There's nobody out there.
You want to talk about it?
Okay.
(OPENS LOCKER)
Catch you later.
(CURTAIN OPENS, CLOSES)
WHEELER: Kid's never heard of flowers?
Chocolate?
You know what I gave Shelly
on our first date?
A firm handshake. (CHUCKLES)
This kid is forking over
Navy Tomahawk intel.
And took one to the head
for his efforts.
There was nothing in the letters
directly asking Piccolo
to steal the intel.
And he probably destroyed
the ones that mentioned it
- to cover his tracks.
- (SIGHS)
What's the matter, Cliff?
You're looking paler than usual.
Yesterday it's "oh, we've got
a pen pal killer,"
now the guy's
a national security threat.
Well?
What?
You already know what I'm gonna say.
What?
Three months ago, the DOD
partnered with the FBI
No. No. Mm-mm.
DOD and FBI had an op on Tomahawk intel.
Now, I don't remember the name of it,
but you know what
I'm talking about, Cliff.
I don't know anything about it.
You're the one who told me
about it, for God sakes!
Look, we go to your guy at the FBI,
we ask him what the chatter is.
They got to still be monitoring
anyone in the market for Tomahawk intel.
I imagine that list is pretty short.
I just went to my guy.
For your thing, Mike, for you.
Off the books, no less.
Okay, we don't got to get into all that.
I cannot keep ringing that bell.
The FBI is not gonna want
to hand over their intel.
They're gonna want to take
the investigation from us.
- And they should!
- Yeah, they're gonna take it
- and move like molasses with it.
- (GROANS)
Call your guy, Cliff.
Come on, ol' pal.
Let's dance.
(TRADITIONAL MEXICAN MUSIC PLAYING)
Wheeler.
They shouldn't let you out of your cage
wearing a suit that sad.
- You mind if we
- We're sitting down.
- Okay.
- (CLEARS THROAT)
You must be Franks. Good to meet you.
Thought I was here to meet one G-man,
not the whole damn alphabet.
Place is walking distance
from the office,
plus it's got the best
enchiladas this side of the border.
You want to try?
Not a fan of Mexican.
Ooh. Then you haven't spent
enough time in México.
Look. We need to know who's in
the market for Tomahawk intel.
Yeah. I heard you on the phone
the first time.
(SHORT LAUGH)
Noah, you're gonna give us
what you've got,
or I'm going to have a whole lot
to say about what happened in '86.
The hell happened in '86?
That card's only good
for so long, Wheeler.
I was gonna give you your thing anyway.
Tobias.
Yeah, boss?
Give 'em the stats I asked
you for on Samuel Rhodes.
Mm.
Swallow first.
Rhodes is a high roller,
gets his rocks off
selling intel to the highest bidder.
He put out feelers on the black market
three months back for Tomahawk intel.
Flew into town two days ago,
but we got him on a yacht
in Newport Beach
at the time of your murder.
Where can we find him now?
Did you hear what I said?
He's got an alibi. He's not your killer.
But he could be buying
intel from our killer.
You do see where I'm going
with that, right?
Ah, forget it, get your tacos
out of my face.
His name is Rhodes, this guy?
Where can we find him?
I took the liberty of having him
couriered over to NIS.
I just wanted you to stop
in here and spring for my lunch.
(DOOR OPENS)
LALA: Franks just got back.
He's sending Randy in the box.
I thought you were going in.
I told him to send Randy.
Why?
(DOOR OPENS)
RANDY: Mr. Rhodes.
I'm Special Agent Randolf.
Nice to meet you.
Can I offer you some coffee, tea, soda?
RHODES: Cigarette, if you've got it.
Actually, I don't. But
I'm trying to quit.
(LAUGHS SOFTLY)
Cheers.
You're right,
it's awful, but what are you gonna do?
I just had a kid not too long ago.
Well, my wife had the kid,
I just stood there.
(CHUCKLES) Bernard, Jr.
God, he's the absolute best.
But he's got a touch
of the colic, you know?
So it's been tough.
- You have kids?
- RHODES: No.
RANDY: Yeah.
I remember life before kids.
- (RANDY LAUGHS)
- He doing the Chatty Cathy?
- Yep.
- I could smoke like we were picking
the new pope
and not think twice about it.
- (RANDY LAUGHS)
- (LAUGHS)
Agent Randolf, I have
a commitment this evening.
If we could get to your questions.
Yeah. Yeah.
We can jump to the questions.
Um, what was your thing for tonight?
You said you had a commitment.
That's really my question.
What's your commitment?
I'm meeting a friend.
Is it the friend who you're planning
to buy U.S. government intel from?
And before you say "lawyer,"
could you just humor me for a second?
Because you could say it,
and then we could splash
your super handsome face
all over every newspaper
from here to Bombay.
But it kind of seems like someone
who likes selling intel
to the highest bidder
would want to stay out of the limelight.
Am I right?
Make me an offer.
Name and location of the friend
you're buying from,
you get a bulletproof immunity rec
and zero press.
RHODES: He calls himself Baker.
(CHUCKLES)
That's all I know.
Never met him in person.
I was supposed to meet him tonight.
- Where?
- Members-only club in San Diego.
I was supposed to wear a yellow
flower so he could find me.
Like, on your lapel?
People really do that? I'm stunned.
Name and address of the club, please.
GIBBS: What?
You're about his height.
You got the hair.
Slap a yellow daisy on
you, you'll pass fine.
You're sending him in undercover?
He has zero experience, Franks.
Yeah, so you'll be his arm candy.
Get yourselves dressed and ready to go.
(DOOR OPENS)
If you want me to talk to him, I will.
About what?
Arm candy?
The letters at the crime scene?
What?
That stuff isn't me.
No, it's not.
You offer me a bowl of cereal,
and that makes you different.
Last week, out in that desert,
if it were Franks or Randy
standing next to you,
would you have gone off on those guys?
I don't need you
to talk to Franks for me.
I'm good.
You are lucky we got these new wires.
Old wires were complete crap.
- All right.
- (CLEARS THROAT)
So, that's done. Now let's, uh
Yeah, let's do your hair first.
Yeah, the old wires,
you'd get an hour, tops.
Those things would heat up
like nobody's business.
I did this one op,
target was this mouth-breathing swine.
(FADING): Parks his ass
right in front of the door.
He will not let me out of the room.
Wire starts heating up
FRANKS: What I don't like
- are workplace distractions.
- RANDY: Redacted.
GIBBS: He had his hands on you!
I said I had it!
- He's moving in.
- Boys' club is over there.
- VERA: Franks will promote him over you.
- Lower your weapon, now!
Got the guy, though.
That dumb swine did not stand
a chance against all this.
You know? (CHUCKLES)
That guy who got in my car?
Hmm?
I don't even know why I did it.
All right. (CLEARS THROAT)
At work, you put yourself in a box.
You know, you speak up enough
to show you're not a pushover
but not enough to be a bitch.
They tell a joke, you
tell an even racier one.
You figure out which pants
hug your ass a little too tight,
and you save those for your days off.
A person like you
Lala,
if you put yourself
in a box at home, too,
something's got to give.
FRANKS: FBI's officially
playing ball with us here.
Their SWAT team's already posted.
They'll advance inside on my go.
All right, now, probie, I want
you to repeat it all back to me,
show me you know it.
Which part?
All of it.
Target goes by "Baker."
I check in as Samuel Rhodes,
my date is Rebecca.
Weapons stay in here.
We'll likely be frisked
before seeing Baker.
Lala's got the wire.
And don't be walking away from me.
I'm not gonna chase you down
just so they can hear you.
Once Baker hands over the microfiche,
I confirm that the Tomahawk
schematics are on it.
I give him the money, the alert word
is "congratulations," that's your cue
to call in SWAT and arrest.
That was super solid,
you just skipped the part
about the briefcase.
Right. Combination is 209.
FRANKS: Let me see you do it.
(SIGHS)
Money's $20K short. $30K.
Money's $30K short because the FBI
"is a bunch of molasses-moving SOBs."
Your words, not mine.
Okay, Mike, we don't
need him quoting you.
If they start counting the money,
we call "congratulations."
He knows it, let's go.
You keep your head in the game,
you hear me?
Dominguez, you run point on this.
You do what she says.
What?
Nothing. We're good.
We're good.
Okay, people, let's get swanky.
♪
Good evening, sir.
Samuel Rhodes. I'm a guest of Mr. Baker.
Hmm.
Ah.
Enjoy your night, Mr. Rhodes.
Thank you.
Welcome.
May I take your briefcase?
No, I'll keep it, thank you.
- Your coat, miss?
- Yes, thank you.
We're in.
(LIVELY CHATTER)
Looking out for Baker's approach.
Should we order something?
(CLEARS THROAT)
GIBBS: We should order something.
Kid needs to calm down.
LALA: Take it easy.
Get us some bourbons.
Can we get two bourbons, please?
Guy approaching.
Six feet, white, 40s, blond.
- Could be Baker.
- Where?
Your six o' clock. Eyes on me.
BARTENDER: Two bourbons.
Cosmo and a bourbon, neat.
False alarm.
(SIGHS SLOWLY)
What?
I think that's my dentist.
His dentist? What're the odds?
He could blow your cover,
get out of there!
They can't hear you, boss.
Wires, they only work one-way
And I'm saying stuff you already know.
My pits are so sweaty right now.
Let's move.
No. He ordered two drinks.
He's gonna head out.
BARTENDER: Would
you like an orange twist?
MAN: Uh, I'm not sure.
Honey?
Would you like an orange twist?
- WOMAN: Yes, please.
- Yeah?
- Okay.
- BARTENDER: You got it.
MAN: Thank you.
He's gone.
- You sure?
- Mm-hmm.
We're in the clear.
Cover intact.
Waiting for Baker's approach.
(BOTH SIGH)
Relax.
Dr. Teeth is across the room,
I got eyes on him.
Hey.
We got this.
WILLAMS: Mr. Rhodes.
Mr. Baker's ready. Follow me.
♪
LALA: Oh! (LAUGHS)
These shoes are a bitch to walk in.
She's playing drunk?
She's making herself a zero-threat.
(VEHICLE APPROACHING)
You hear that?
Damn it.
Oh.
(CHUCKLING): Oh! Sorry. I'm ticklish.
NOAH: We're mid-op.
I'm requesting a "hold in place."
Yes, sir.
- SWAT's moving out.
- What?
There's an active terrorist
threat, Downtown San Diego.
You need to move your guys out now.
How the hell am I supposed to do that?
Baker already tapped them to go in.
They're clean.
(KNOCK ON DOOR)
Rhodes, come in.
LALA: Either of you two want a drink?
You look thirsty.
- I'm good at pouring.
- BAKER (OVER COMMS): Have a seat.
LALA: What about the guys outside?
They looked parched.
Are they twins?
BAKER: She's a talker, huh?
Boss.
Lala's count, we got four armed guys.
Two inside the room, two out.
There could be more
that she hasn't seen yet.
I need more bodies in here now.
- I'm trying.
- Didn't you hear what he said?
That room is stacked, and I got
two unarmed agents in there,
you molasses-moving son of a bitch.
(BAKER SIGHS)
Samuel Robert Rhodes.
I read up on you.
Not in a creepy way.
I always do my due diligence
on people I'm in bed with.
Originally from Wisconsin, eh?
My mother was born in Milwaukee.
Go Brewers.
I think you'll be very happy.
Williams.
It's not turned on.
♪
You're right.
I am happy.
The money.
LALA: Baby, this is the thing.
This is the deal you've been
talking about. (GASPS)
Congratulations.
- (CHUCKLES)
- BAKER: Let her be.
What's the combination?
Two, zero, nine.
(BRIEFCASE LOCK CLICKING)
(SIGHS)
Let's do this again sometime.
Uh, you don't mind hanging out while
Williams counts it, do you?
I'm big on due diligence.
That is a lot more money
than the last thing you bought. (LAUGHS)
I need to cheers to that.
And congratulations
to me for dating you.
Boss, she called it again.
I think they're gonna count the money.
I got a team of six.
They're five minutes out.
LALA: Congrats. Congrats. Congrats.
(LAUGHS) Going in.
Randy, you can jump out if you want.
Nope, I'm going in with you, boss.
NOAH: Hey.
There are four armed guys
in there, at least.
Best bet, let this play
till the team gets here.
My people are in there
$30K short 'cause of you.
I ain't letting nothing play out.
(ENGINE STARTS)
(SIGHS)
You know, the drinks are tasty.
They are, but
I'm kind of wondering,
you know how long this is all gonna take
because we have
- Well, we have things to do, right?
- Mm-hmm.
(LAUGHS)
Unless you want to do them with us?
BAKER: Do you have friends?
LALA: Yeah, I have friends.
What kind of friends do you like?
Members only.
Federal agents.
NIS? The hell is that?
It's the Naval Investigative Service.
You best step aside.
FBI. Let us through.
Team's still three minutes out.
Glad you found your balls.
The hell are they?
LALA: What about Holly and Christine?
Oh, he would like Holly,
don't you think?
- Oh, yeah.
- Hmm.
I'm gonna call them. They're good girls.
Can I?
Oh. (GIGGLES)
Where did you find her?
I always say, "Dirty but not trashy,"
and nobody ever understands what I mean.
Boss, count's not coming out.
What?
He's shorting you.
Gibbs.
(BOTH GRUNTING)
Ah.
- Drop the weapon.
- Williams, no.
Take the shot.
Take the shot.
- LALA: Drop it.
- BAKER: Ah, no.
Williams, take the shot.
LALA: Drop it.
- (GUNSHOT)
- (GRUNTS)
NIS!
LALA: Three, one down.
RANDY: Oakley, call an ambulance.
NOAH: You, call 911.
- LALA: Turn around.
- (HANDCUFFS CLICKING)
FRANKS: Okay, probie.
I got him.
I got him.
I got him.
(SIGHS)
78 minutes for a confession. Not bad.
Just played them against each other.
Baker gave up Williams
as the trigger man.
He say whether
he made any copies of this?
Claims he didn't.
Dominguez will get you her
after action report tomorrow.
Williams is still
in the hospital. Critical,
- but he'll probably make it.
- Okay.
Mike. Dominguez
How's she taking it?
("YOU'RE SO VAIN"
BY CARLY SIMON PLAYING)
Son of a gun ♪
Seemed fine to me.
Hey.
I thought I'd be productive
till you got home.
You walked into the party ♪
What's the dress for?
Like you were walking onto a yacht ♪
Your hat strategically dipped ♪
Something happened.
At work?
Your scarf, it was apricot ♪
Someone got hurt?
You had one eye in the mirror ♪
No.
As you watched yourself gavotte ♪
(SIGHS)
Last night.
When I went dancing.
OLDER GIBBS: Later, she told
me she felt like she was in a box.
She told me it felt like the box
was getting smaller and smaller.
Yeah, it was the first
undercover for the new guy.
- I heard he did good.
- Oh, yeah?
That's what Wheeler said.
Hey, did you guys see what Dominguez
was wearing last night?
I saw her walking out. Damn.
Cleans up nice, huh?
(LAUGHTER)
OLDER GIBBS:
She told me she felt trapped,
and she hated herself
for getting that way.
ROGER: Yeah, it's like, uh,
tight little number,
strippers' heels, the works.
(CARL WHISTLES)
JJ: Think Franks took pictures?
(MEN LAUGH)
I'd give you guys a lap dance,
but your broke ass can't afford me.
(MEN LAUGHING) JJ: She's over there.
CARL: Dominguez,
we didn't know you were back there.
ROGER: Oh, yeah, sorry.
JJ's an awful human being.
(MEN CONTINUE LAUGHING)
OLDER GIBBS:
But I never saw her as trapped.
I only saw her as always,
always busting out of the box.