NCIS Los Angeles s14e03 Episode Script

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Previously on "NCIS Los Angeles"
Welcome. We're gonna start.
DEEKS: People are paying to watch them
cut people up alive.
And they're making a lot
of money at it, too.
Albert Barrington. Cindy says
you're looking for the owner
- of that BMW that came in yesterday.
- Yeah.
Anything you can tell us?
Bobby brought it in,
but the owner wasn't with him.
He's on a tow at the moment.
Should be back inside an hour.
- Federal agents.
- What do you mean "federal agents"?
ERIC: Robert Griffin?
He was convicted of a murder in '93.
Hold on a second.
Who were we talking to?
DEEKS: Didn't Agent Rand
say there was more than one?
KENSI: This whole
time we were talking to
The killers.
PLAGUE DOCTOR: What is death?
I ask you knowing
there is no true definition.
To die, to be dead
is only an interpretation
of what we believe it to be.
They said that life, my friends, is art,
and art itself is life.
If that is our truth,
then how can anyone truly ever die?
The thing that transcends death is art.
And so now it is time
to bear witness to that art.
We are here to be immersed
in the intimately painful experience
that is God's truth in human expression.
Life is petty and short,
but art, my brothers and sisters,
art lasts a millennium.
[APPLAUSE]
MAN: Yeah, well done.
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["GRAVY TRAIN" BY LETTUCE PLAYING]
♪
SAM: Dad.
Lord.
- Dad.
- Yes, son?
What's this?
Well, it looks like a turd.
Look closer.
What, you gonna put the turd in my face?
[TURNS MUSIC OFF]
It's a cigar butt.
And there's four more of them
in the backyard.
Okay.
Who are you calling?
G. Callen. Looks like you two
need to start an investigation.
- Stop it. He's out of town.
- Oh, no.
Well, then, maybe we should call SECNAV.
So you're smoking cigars now?
[LAUGHING]: Well, it's not mine.
Well, whose is it?
It belongs to Arkady.
What?!
Arkady Kolcheck. Russian. Ex-KGB.
- I know who Arkady is.
- [PHONE BUZZES]
I got to get to work ASAP.
But this has been so pleasant.
Arkady's not allowed in this house.
Well, it's not like he's
napping in your bed.
Excuse me?
[CHUCKLES]
Go on to work, son.
My happiness can wait.
No one goes in my bed, Dad.
- You understand that?
- Yeah, yeah, mm-hmm.
[TURNS MUSIC ON]
Uh, uh! [LAUGHS]
- Yo, Kens.
- Hey. What's going on?
FBI's calling.
A Senior Special Agent Lisa Rand?
Oh, yeah, we worked together.
She's a great agent. What did she say?
Okay, so I remember this case.
It was legendary at the Bureau.
These people, like,
sewed body parts together
and made, like, Frankenstein monsters.
Yeah, we worked that case.
Yeah, I heard there was
another agency on it.
So it's true. It was you guys.
Sickest thing I've ever seen in my life.
Put all of us in a very dark place.
- I can imagine.
- Yeah.
Let's go see what Rand has to say.
Agent Rand, good to see you.
RAND: Same here.
This is forensic psychologist
Special Agent Zachary Collins.
He's from the Behavioral
Analysis Unit-2.
KENSI: Nice to meet you.
Uh, so something came up
regarding the Body Stitchers case?
Short answer, we obtained
some information
that the group is back in Los Angeles.
That information turned out to be true.
Bringing up the case file now.
Oh, my God.
I'm so sorry. We should have warned you.
Am I seeing what I think I'm seeing?
Yeah. They sewed body parts
together from different people.
Do we have a motive for this?
COLLINS: On the surface it's because
they believe they're
creating a type of art.
They construct these bodies
and then charge, via the dark web,
large sums of money for viewings.
So it's financial.
Well, the money is what
enables them to keep doing this.
The generic theory
for a group like this is,
it's sexually motivated.
They've eroticized violence
at a young age.
For them, violence
and sexuality are intertwined.
RAND: Albert Barrington, Cindy Ferguson
Justin Tucker, Bobby Griffin.
There have been sightings in the U. S.
and Central and South America,
but they've evaded capture
every time we've gotten close to them.
And why is that? Why has it been
so difficult to capture these guys?
Simply put, they're twisted
but not stupid.
Based on what we've seen,
they only stay in the country
for a few weeks.
They put on a show
and then they quickly move on,
often avoiding ports of entry.
I mean, these guys have
over a dozen aliases.
They're purchasing identities
from the dark web almost weekly.
We need your help.
You're the only people to have
actually seen them in person
and spoken with them.
KILBRIDE: This no longer concerns
national security or criminal activity
within the U. S. Naval Service,
so OSP's involvement will be limited.
I understand. The FBI is asking for
NCIS's assistance as either advisers
or part of the task force.
We will take whatever we can get.
This is unfinished business for us.
No, this is unfinished
business for the FBI.
They murdered and dismembered
a Navy lieutenant commander.
I read the report.
Lieutenant Commander Weir
was a random victim.
With all due respect, sir,
random or not,
a member of the United States
Navy was cut to pieces.
Okay. But if assets need to be
brought back into this office,
your involvement ends immediately.
- Understood.
- Okay.
Thank you. I'm landing in 20.
I'm sending you the address
to the crime scene.
- COLLINS: We'll see you there.
- Copy that.
Bring Sam up to speed.
- We'll meet him there.
- On it.
- Keep me posted.
- KENSI: Of course, sir.
- Lisa.
- Guys.
Not the happiest of reunions.
DEEKS: Yeah, you could say that.
Mark Collins.
Sam Hanna. Good to meet you.
COLLINS: Good to have
some additional eyes on this
who know what we're dealing with.
So where did the information that
these guys were in L. A. come from?
LAPD was investigating the murder
of a woman named Staci Campbell.
They have a suspect
named Michael Jeffries.
He was seen with Staci
the night of her murder.
LAPD got a warrant
for a phone tap yesterday.
Jeffries got a text with this address
and a photo of various body parts.
By the time we got here,
everybody was gone.
This was the only thing left behind.
Our little gift.
The photo turned out
to be the body parts used
to put this thing together.
I got to talk to the medical examiner,
- but that appears to be freezer burn.
- COLLINS: Makes sense.
If they don't have enough
for a full physique,
they've got to preserve appendages
until they collect enough parts
to make a full body.
Well, that's not disturbing.
But if that's true, that would
completely mess with time of death.
Jeffries is our only
connection to these people.
Do we have him in custody?
Not for long. We don't
have much to hold him.
We weren't even able to get a
warrant to search his apartment.
Jeffries was only seen
with Staci that night.
Nothing else ties him to the murder.
Feel like letting NCIS
take a crack at him?
Oh, please. Be my guest.
Worth a shot.
All right. Deeks and I,
we'll go with Collins
and work on Jeffries.
- Got it. You want to partner up?
- Absolutely.
- Be careful.
- You, too, babe.
DEEKS: Yeah, what could
possibly go wrong?
Agent Rand, we got it open.
You need to see this.
[POLICE RADIO DRONING]
KENSI: Oh, my God.
Call the coroner.
Tell them we're gonna
need a couple vans.
Four people, Deeks.
They lied right to my face.
They killed these people,
they dismembered the bodies,
and they sewed them together.
- And we had 'em.
- I know, I know.
But sometimes bad guys get away.
But this is different.
Tell me about it, Agent Hanna.
Admiral?
I mean, you were with the suspects.
You spoke with them.
So instead of wallowing in the fact
that you missed something,
why don't you tell us
what you learned from them?
The way they were able to
manipulate the investigation
was extraordinary.
They knew exactly how to work us.
The time that it took to do what
they did to Weir and the others
I mean, the planning,
the execution, the intelligence
- was off the charts.
- And the funny thing is,
they didn't present as smart.
Good to know.
[DOOR OPENS AND SHUTS]
Jeffries knows we barely have anything.
He's shrewd. He's not talking.
Which means we're gonna
have to let him go soon.
What do we know about him?
No record. He's unemployed.
He's a local. Most of his earnings
come from short-selling stocks online.
Any connections to the victims?
He lived in the same
building as Staci Campbell.
And so far no connections to
any of the Body Stitchers.
I've got Kensi and Agent Rand.
LAPD said that the super
of the apartment building
where Jeffries and Staci live
is the witness who saw them together.
Figured we'd take another run at him.
KENSI: Yeah,
we need something to nail Jeffries,
and then use that to force him
to give us information on the Stitchers.
Okay, we'll give it our best shot.
Let us know if you find anything.
Got it.
KILBRIDE: Okay, you two are up.
Regardless of how it went the last time,
remember who you are.
Put the past in the past,
get this thing done.
SAM: Hold that thought.
So, Mike Sorry.
Do-do you mind if we call you Mike?
Sure.
See, we're worried about you.
We're worried that
you look around this shed
and you hear the ocean,
that you smell the scent of the sea
Breathe the clean air,
feel the cool breeze.
We're worried, with all
that Pacific splendor,
that you're missing
the cold, hard truth.
I didn't kill Staci.
We were neighbors. I never touched her.
That's not the truth
we're talking about.
So what is it?
That you're deep in federal custody.
That you're surrounded by frustrated
and angry agents from multiple agencies.
And we're hungry,
and you're the only thing on the menu.
Well, then, I guess the kitchen's closed
because you don't have anything on me.
Well, maybe not on Staci Campbell yet,
but we have you in connection
with serial killers
who have crossed several jurisdictions
and done some very, very bad things.
Including the abduction and murder
of a highly decorated naval officer.
That's some hard-core time, Mikey.
I mean, that's Leavenwor
Is that Leavenworth time?
- That's Leavenworth time.
- [WHISTLES]
But that has nothing to do with me.
DEEKS: See, that's what's interesting,
'cause we have conclusive evidence
you were in contact
with these people, Mike.
Provided 'em with finances.
Have intimate knowledge
of their operations.
I'm just a fan of their work.
What, you're just, you're just
a good old-fashioned
patron of the arts?
People love true crime
and serial killers.
They eat that up.
Is that wrong?
I didn't know that
these people were murderers.
Where did you imagine
the bodies came from?
Oh, damn, that's a good question.
Uh, grave robbers.
The morgue. I don't know.
I just watch their performances.
That's all I know about them.
[CAR ALARM CHIRPS]
Philip Guerrero.
FBI Special Agent Rand,
Special Agent Blye, NCIS.
Special agents?
Is this about the young lady in 2-B?
Yeah, Staci Campbell.
Yeah. She was a good tenant. Nice girl.
We know you've answered
these questions already,
but could you tell us
again what you saw?
Maybe you'll remember details
that may help us
figure out who killed her.
[SCOFFS] Look, I only saw Mike and Staci
walking into the courtyard
together, that's it.
They were talking. They seemed fine.
Could you hear what they were saying?
Yeah. They were talking about
how the delivery people
leave too many menus at the mailboxes.
Did anybody else see them?
[EXHALES] Not that I know of.
How about any other friends?
Someone else in the building
we could talk to?
Nah, they both kept to thems
Oh, I mean, there's Mrs. Jeffries.
I'm sorry, Mrs. Jeffries? His wife?
No, Mike's mother.
She moved in with him last month?
She's an invalid.
Had a partial stroke.
She's a nice lady.
I bring her food deliveries
from time to time.
That's very thoughtful of you.
Mrs. Jeffries?
Her room's way in the back.
She might not be able to hear us.
Well, if she's by herself,
maybe you should check on her.
Yeah, right. Of course.
Mm-hmm.
Mrs. Jeffries?
- Mrs. Jeffries?
- Hey, guys. Any luck?
Negative. Look, we know
that they've been using
the dark web to sell
tickets to their shows.
All the money leads
to offshore accounts,
which are all pretty much dead ends.
- [GASPING]
- Mr. Guerrero.
- Kens!
- Yep.
[SNIFFS]
Mrs. Jeffries?
Ma'am?
Don't breathe in.
Hey, guys, so, due to the health hazard,
LAPD has finished
clearing out the complex.
All residents have been
temporarily relocated.
Are you sure that you
and Agent Rand are okay?
Yeah. As soon as we smelled the vapor,
we didn't breathe in.
Guerrero, however, took a big hit
on those sulfuric acid fumes,
so the medic is taking a look at him.
We think it's the mom?
It seems to be,
but we have to wait
for that positive ID.
Sulfuric acid is easy to get.
It'll be impossible to trace.
Okay. What else do we have?
Uh, we know that the Stitchers
frequently bought their identities
on the dark web, but we have no idea
where those IDs originated.
What about the crypto?
Same. The problem is, the dark web is
a vast chasm of seemingly
endless repetitive data.
So unless we have
a clear starting point,
this could take days.
Which we don't have.
And these guys don't stay
in the same place very long.
Pretty sure it's Mrs. Jeffries.
We found her titanium knee.
All right, people,
what are we thinking here?
Maybe she knew something that
would incriminate her son,
so he killed her.
Ultimately, that might not track,
unless he had an accomplice.
But given the lack
of corrosion in the tub
and the amount of remaining tissue,
this is less than 12 hours old.
So Jeffries couldn't have done it.
He would already be in custody.
All right, let's talk to Jeffries
about his mother's murder
and gauge his reaction to the news.
On it.
Oh, good, three of you.
Must be my lucky day.
Tell us about your mother.
Why? What about her?
When's the last time you saw her?
Well, obviously before this.
We know she has health problems.
She had a stroke.
Why do you suddenly care
so much about my mom?
You never mentioned her.
She's sick, she's old.
Seems like you would
have somebody looking
after her while you're here.
Did she say something to you?
She's dead, Mike.
Somebody tried to melt her
in a tub filled with acid.
What? Is that true?
Yeah.
Do you know who'd want to hurt her?
This is your fault.
You guys, you did this.
We had nothing to do with this.
He did.
Look, you you don't get it.
These guys are gonna know
the Feds went to that location.
They're gonna know they
got the location from one of us.
There are very few people
that know the time and place
of these performances.
I'm probably the only one on the list
that bought a seat that didn't show up.
So then they kill your mom?
Mike, that doesn't make any sense.
I wasn't there. She was.
I mean, maybe she saw their faces,
or maybe it was retribution.
I mean, they have to figure
that I'm the one
that gave up the location.
Or she knew you murdered Staci Campbell,
and you thought she was
gonna tell the police,
and so you paid somebody
to turn her into
a puddle of melted butter.
You can believe whatever you want.
But I need protection from these people.
They're gonna kill me.
I'll give you the location
on the dark web
where you can find the
information about their shows.
- Really?
- JEFFRIES: Yes.
But you have to protect me.
Yeah.
- [KEYBOARD CLATTERING]
- [COMPUTER BEEPS]
All right, the address that
Jeffries sent us is legit.
So, this is the site where the Stitchers
promote their "art" and receive crypto?
Yeah, but it's wiped clean now.
Yeah, but the good news is,
once information is out
on the dark web,
it spreads and multiplies.
So regardless of how well
they think they covered their tracks,
now we have their
encrypted email service.
Which gives us the ability
to search the dark web
for the new forum they move
information to.
So, even if they move again,
forum to forum,
we'll be able to track them.
- Exactly.
- KENSI: Hey.
Hey, Kens.
We are close. Should have
something for you soon.
Got it. Uh, I just sent you a picture
that the coroner took
of Michael Jeffries' mother.
What the hell am I looking at?
KENSI: So, that would be
Mrs. Jeffries' right forearm.
According to the coroner,
her right hand was sawed off
with a serrated blade.
He said it happened before
she was put into the acid.
DEEKS: Well, that's the Stitchers' M. O.
Jeffries could be telling the truth.
He might be the target.
His mom could have been
collateral damage.
I found the Stitchers' new forum.
ROUNTREE: What is that?
FATIMA: A live stream.
It's gonna start soon
but it's password-protected.
Let me work on this.
Oh, geez, this is how they're
making all their money.
And it's not just the live audience.
They're selling this all over the world.
Cracked the password. Live stream's up.
Looks like it still hasn't started.
We got an address?
Abandoned theater complex
in Woodland Hills.
Address is on your phones.
All right, we'll meet you there.
- [COMPUTER BEEPS]
- ROUNTREE: Oh, no.
KILBRIDE: What is it, Agent Rountree?
Level three domestic terrorist warning.
- What?
- Intel coming in
about a possible attack in San
Pedro regarding an OSP case.
Like I said, assets will have
to come back to the office.
Who's gonna deal with this?
I got it. I got it. Go. Go quickly. Go.
- You sure?
- Go. Yeah.
[TIRES SCREECH]
We have to get everyone in position.
AGENT: You heard her.
SWAT's on the way, but they're
still 30 minutes out.
Well, we can't wait.
Let's go. All right.
- Do we know which theater?
- Uh, no.
How many theaters are there?
- Sixteen.
- Great.
All right,
looks like we got to split up.
[WHISPERING]
- Okay, we'll take five.
- I got six.
This place is huge,
there's too many places to hide.
RAND [OVER COMM]:
They could be anywhere.
Comms aren't great in here.
Stay alert.
PLAGUE DOCTOR:
Today will be the Harvest.
This is where we acquire
our raw materials,
and enjoy a moment
witnessing the razor's edge
between life and death.
I found them. Theater eight.
- KENSI: One minute away.
- COLLINS: Coming to you.
PLAGUE DOCTOR: does not
come simply from my motivational tools.
No, the real secret is enabling this man
to bear witness to his own suffering
for as long as humanly possible.
[GUNSHOT]
Who is that? Hold your fire.
Federal agents. Do not move!
[PANICKED SHOUTING]
FBI. Do not move!
Freeze! Hands above your head.
Drop the knife.
[GRUNTS]
[PAINED GROAN]
I need an EMT outside theater eight.
- I'm fine. Al Barrington.
- DISPATCHER: Copy that.
- That way.
- All right, I got it.
[CLACKING NEARBY]
Easy, easy, easy.
Son of a bitch.
Hallway's clear.
- [INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER]
- [MAN CRYING]
You're okay. You're gonna be okay.
Get him some water, blankets.
We're gonna need to question him.
[RADIO CHATTER CONTINUES]
We got Bobby Griffin. He's dead.
RAND: I'm still trying to
figure out who shot him.
[LOUD CLATTERING]
Federal agent!
Stand up.
Hands where I can see them. Up.
Take off your mask.
Cindy Ferguson.
Long time no see.
Turn around.
Right hand behind your back, now.
[HANDCUFFS CLICKING]
You're not getting away again.
Hey, federal agent! Do not move.
You're Justin Tucker.
I know who you are. This is over.
Drop the knife.
That's suicide, man, you know that.
[ELEVATOR CHIMES]
Drop the knife.
Hey!
Ah [GRUNTS]
Damn it.
I've got Justin Tucker
going down the east elevator.
Is anyone down there?
COLLINS: I've got eyes on the elevator.
He's got a knife. Proceed with caution.
[ELEVATOR ALARM BELL RINGING]
Guys, he just stopped
the elevator between floors.
- RAND: Coming to you.
- Copy.
[CREAKING NEARBY]
This is FBI Agent Collins.
Justin Tucker, we know who you are.
This is over.
There are federal agents on every floor.
Just bring the elevator back.
Not coming out.
I-I want a cell phone.
What do you want a cell phone for?
I want to speak to Vincent.
Who's Vincent?
Vincent is the last living great master.
You know what he's talking about?
Mm-mm.
COLLINS [OVER COMM]:
Agent down! Agent down!
Collins, is that you?
[STATIC CRACKLING]
If you can hear me, I'm coming for you.
- Collins!
- I'm here.
Geez, you okay?
It was Barrington.
He hit me in the head.
Cut my neck.
Uh, we got a knife wound.
I need medical assistance.
- [STATIC CRACKLING]
- Come on.
Hello?!
The comms aren't working.
These walls must be blocking the signal.
I'm okay. He took off that way.
- Get him. I'm okay.
- Are you sure?
Yeah. Go, go, go.
Barrington!
Damn it.
Albert Barrington
this is NCIS.
It's over.
Give yourself up.
Come on, Al, it's done.
Oh, you got to be kidding me.
[BREATHING HEAVILY]
Barrington!
This Vincent, does he have a last name?
[LAUGHS] I'm not telling you that.
I just need to speak to him.
Okay, look, I'm not gonna send
anybody else in there.
I already have a wounded agent.
Yeah, I hear you.
Give me a minute. Let me talk to Deeks.
Well, you know where I'll be.
[INDISTINCT CHATTER]
Okay, Alexander, do you recognize him?
Yeah, he was there, too.
He held me down while the
two other guys cuffed me.
What about her?
Yeah, she was there.
- He's identified all of them.
- Wait.
Wait, you don't have a photo
of the main guy?
I'm sorry, there was someone else there?
Yeah.
Yeah. Whoever he was, he was in charge.
I swear I thought I heard
one of them call him "Master."
Master? What did he look like?
I just heard his voice.
Tucker keeps asking to talk
to a guy named Vincent.
Says he's the last great master.
What about Cindy Ferguson?
FBI's taking her back to the boatshed.
But I'm gonna ask her about
this great master Vincent guy,
see what she says.
It's definitely worth a shot.
All right, we'll see if we can
find Albert Barrington.
If not, we'll head back.
Got it. See you guys in a minute.
I think I've got him coming up. Good.
It's been five minutes.
Do we have a deal?
You're giving me a guarantee?
Yes. You come out,
we take you into custody,
you can call Vincent.
I promise, Justin. I don't lie.
Okay.
[ELEVATOR BELL RINGING, DINGS]
Drop the knife, Justin.
I said drop the knife.
Come on, Justin, you're surrounded.
Drop the knife.
- No!
- No!
We need an EMT at the elevator,
second floor, now.
DISPATCHER: Copy that.
Remember me?
I don't remember insignificant people.
[CHUCKLES]
You know who's insignificant?
People who spend their entire lives
in a twelve-by-seven cement box
with a four-inch window.
And that's about to be you.
Imagination can turn that box
into the Grand Canyon,
or the Palace at Versailles.
I want to know about Michael Jeffries.
How long has he been working with you?
I don't know who that is.
But let me ask you a question.
Okay, shoot.
CINDY: Is talking to you worth my time?
Or is it just taking up space in my head
that could be used for more
creative and beautiful thoughts?
She's not gonna give us
anything, she's too committed.
- Hmm.
- CINDY: You simply don't know art.
What are you gonna do with Jeffries?
Not much. We got nothing to hold him.
Good news is Jeffries' lawyer
is still asking
we put him into witness protection.
That's the next best thing
besides having him in custody.
CINDY: That is your job.
What about
your Domestic Terrorist alert?
They just needed some case information.
It's all taken care of.
What is it?
I'd like another shot at her.
Something's not right.
I love it when he gets that look.
I remember you.
Oh, the three of us,
back together again.
How's the car?
Get a good repair shop?
See what I've been dealing with?
Let me talk to her.
- Oh, please do.
- [SCOFFS]
But it was going so well.
[CLEARS THROAT]
- [SIGHS]
- So
Special Agent Sam Hanna.
And I'm here to inform you
because of your lack of cooperation,
we're going to be turning you
over to the FBI for processing.
I was never going -
to cooperate with you.
We know.
Because you're stupid.
You know who isn't stupid?
Vincent.
That's right. We got him.
Right now, he's telling the FBI
everything they need to know about you.
For everything he says,
he gets time off his sentence,
and puts you behind bars
for the rest of your life.
You don't have him in custody.
You never will.
Sorry. Done deal. We got him.
Doesn't matter.
He's a great master.
SAM: Is he your master?
Help me understand this.
CINDY: Nobody's my master.
So, he's not your master.
He's somebody else's master?
Uh, what do you think we are
some kind of a cheesy cult?
I'm just a government employee.
Explain it to me.
He's a great master,
like Leonardo da Vinci,
Michelangelo, Renoir,
these humans who changed the world
with their imagination and a pencil.
So Vincent is a master artist?
Yeah, Vincent, like Vincent van Gogh.
Uh You know?
Yeah.
He's the great master behind the bodies.
It's his vision.
We're just his apprentices,
learning the art.
The art of sewing bodies together?
[SIGHS]
God. Isn't it beautiful?
If not beautiful,
at least affecting, right?
You have to acknowledge that.
[SCOFFS] Oh, you're right.
I'll never forget it.
Nobody will.
Ever.
Through his art,
Vincent made us immortal.
In a sense, he made us gods.
We would die for him.
I got to tell you, Pop,
this meal was great.
[LAUGHS] Figure my
cooking'll give you a reason
to keep me around.
There's a fight tonight.
WBA middleweight championship.
You want to watch it?
- [RAYMOND SIGHS]
- [HORN HONKING]
Wonder who that is.
Ah, that's Arkady, but don't worry.
I told him he can't come inside.
What's he doing here?
Well, he's coming to pick me up.
Taking me to poker night. [LAUGHS]
I assume there's going to be drinking.
Mm. Good whiskey, I hope. [LAUGHS]
You want me to be happy about it?
Well, son, I-I-I
I-I'd think that you'd be happy
that I have a friend, somewhere to go.
Perhaps even have a few laughs.
Dad, I get it.
I'm just doing the best I can
to take care of you.
Yeah. Samuel,
I don't know how long I have,
but I'm going to live it.
As full a life as it can be.
I want that, too. Have fun, Dad.
[LAUGHS] Thanks.
Hey, um, you have any
extra cash, stake my game?
A couple of hundred bucks will do it.
A couple hundred bucks on
my salary? Are you kidding me?
[LAUGHS]
Come on, son. I'm just messing with you.
Yeah. Don't let Arkady cheat you, huh?
Please. [LAUGHS]
[PHONE RINGING]
SAM: Hey. Thought you was on a plane.
I just got to the airport.
Listen, I think we missed something.
What?
I just sent you
the preliminary autopsy report.
The M. E.
said that given the blood lividity
in Jeffries' mother,
she was dead at least 48 hours
before she was put in the acid bath.
That's before Jeffries was in custody.
I think he killed his mother.
And if Jeffries was the one
who cut off her hand
Then he's involved
with the Body Stitchers.
Where is he now?
Collins took him to a safe house
in San Diego for protective custody.
You want to have
another conversation with him?
Hell yeah. Let me know
when you talk to Collins.
Of course.
[SIGHS, CLICKS TONGUE]
[LINE RINGING]
FATIMA: Hey, Sam.
Fatima. Look, I know it's late.
It's okay. I'm up.
Did you get the, uh, security
cameras around the theater yet?
Kaleidoscope's still working on it.
I can log in and see if we got a hit
on Albert Barrington
exiting the theater?
That'd be great.
Is something wrong?
I'm not sure. Just let me know
when you find something.
Yeah, of course.
All right.
[VEHICLE DEPARTING]
[DOOR OPENS]
Ooh.
- Hey. How'd it go?
- [DOOR CLOSES]
Dementia can eat my shorts.
Have a good night, son.
- [LAUGHING]
- Good night, Pop.
[PHONE CHIMES]
FATIMA: Kaleidoscope found
this security camera that showed
Albert Barrington leaving
the theater out the back door.
I'm zooming in.
He has someone helping him.
Someone wearing a dress shirt.
I can't remember. Does that shirt
match any of the audience members?
No. Now keep searching.
Let me know if you find anything else.
You got it.
DEEKS: Albert Barrington?
This is NCIS.
It's over.
He's gone.
Let's move.
[DOOR OPENS]
[DOOR CLOSES]
The whole state's going
to be looking for us after this.
The sooner we're out of here,
the better.
I wrote in your psychological profile
that you're most likely headed
to Florida,
to your hometown, Orlando.
- [SIGHS]
- Don't worry about it.
In a few hours, you'll be
halfway around the world
sipping rum on a beach.
Let me ask you something.
How well do you know
Special Agent Collins?
I met him once I started working
the Body Stitchers case.
He asked me if he could get involved.
He's profiled many serial killers.
Figured I could use his help. Why?
[DOOR OPENS]
[DOOR CLOSES]
It's a present from my mother.
She wanted to give you a hand.
[CHUCKLES]
Thank you.
Okay, we did good.
Got rid of the idiot amateurs
who were going to get us caught.
For as long as humanly possible.
- [GUNSHOT]
- [SCREAMING]
RAND: Federal agents! Do not move!
We're going to lay low
for a very long time now.
I got you both IDs with new identities,
plane tickets, ten grand in cash.
Get in touch when you need more.
Eventually,
when we do come back together,
I'm thinking that we stop
making conventional bodies.
I mean, why make a body with two arms
when you can make one
with five arms and three legs,
maybe a head growing out of a stomach?
Think about it.
What would Picasso or Dalí do?
I just got a text from the agent
at the San Diego safe house.
Collins and Jeffries
still haven't shown up.
I got a bad feeling.
I think something might have
happened to Collins.
I think it may be worse than that.
What are you thinking?
Yeah, Vincent, like Vincent van Gogh.
Uh You know?
I know why you haven't been able
to catch 'em all these years.
He's been feeding 'em
information, protecting 'em.
Who was?
I think Special Agent Collins
is Vincent.