The Terminal List

[muffled voice speaks indistinctly]

A beautiful place to rest, mijo.

Amen.

Come.

It's not the time to be alone.

I don't want to leave 'em.

Claro.

But there are other ways to commune.

And that is when I told Lucy,

"No goddaughter of mine should ever worry

about getting mud on her church clothes."

All right.

I got one.

- Hell no. - What do you mean, no?

No, you're banned from this.

Banned from what?

These are remembrances.

You want him silenced?

I'll choke his ass out right now.

- - Don't worry.

I'll be good.

So, back when I was in the teams,

after every op,

Lauren and Reece would hold these amazing barbecues.

And this one time...

I think it was...

right after Sabrina had just left me officially...

Uh, which wife was this?

- I was not in the best of head spaces.

And like a good friend,

Reece bought, what, four or five cases of beer?

I think I had four or five cases of beer.

End of the night rolls in.

Everyone's leaving. I look over there,

and there's this amazing, pristine red couch

just fucking calling my name.

I, of course, bed down for the night.

Next thing I know, it's the morning.

Way too fucking early.

And I looked up.

And there's...

There's Laur holding little Luce...

...wondering why, uh,

her living room

smells like a urinal.

It was 'cause you pissed yourself.

I, um...

Let's raise a toast.

To the Reece family.

Three generations, I'm thankful to have known.

We owe our lives to their love and their bravery.

Hear, hear.

Hear, hear.

I tell you, brother...

...the world is definitely a shittier place without them.

I, um... I think I'm gonna go.

You're going home?

Already?

Yeah.

I want to go home.

Come.

My driver will take you.

Who needs sunshine? We got to work with this.

- -

Hey, Picasso, are you gonna show me that drawing

- or what? - It's not done yet.

Well, what if it's not done before I have to leave tomorrow?

If you don't show me that drawing,

I'm gonna sing a song.

You don't think I will?

Oh, thank you.

- Thirty-six? -

Excuse me,

- I wrote this song four years ago. - Mm.

- -

The hell was that?

Is she gonna be okay, Daddy?

Yeah. I think she's just stunned.

She'll, she'll fly back to her family.

You don't have to lie to her.

Sorry to bother you, Commander.

I'm Special Agent Joshua Holder.

Oh, yeah. Yeah, I remember you.

NCIS has been assigned to your family's homicide.

Has there been an update in my case?

Well, actually, I'm here to discuss a discrepancy

in the report.

The, um... the murder weapon,

your SIG P226,

that was taken out of a gun safe in the garage, correct?

No. No, I-I told them. It was taken out of a handgun safe

in my bedroom.

Mind showing that to me?

Thank you.

I was mainly curious...

How do you think these assassins got into your safe?

They must've copied my print.

Wow, that'd be really sophisticated, wouldn't it?

'Cause you can't beat this safe with a, uh,

partial pulled off a Coke can.

Yeah. No shit. That's what I've been trying to tell you.

It's a highly sophisticated adversary.

It's why it's so important we find the killer who fled.

Well, we pulled 30 sets of prints at the clinic,

and we're running all through Bureau of Prisons,

- through NCIC. - Okay.

- And INTERPOL? - As I said,

we're working on it.

Mind showing me the garage?

Okay.

This safe,

who knows the pass code?

Just me.

You know, I wonder, in the event

that the gun was stowed in this safe...

No, I already told you. It wasn't. It was in my bedroom.

Come on, man.

What have you guys been doing all week?

You chasing your tail?

It's my job to exhaust

- all possible leads, Commander. -

I tell you, NCIS was always happy

to make quick work when one of my boys got in a bar fight.

I'm gonna tell you something.

You missed it on Boozer.

He didn't kill himself.

All right? If I was downrange,

- I'd be busting fucking doors down... - Commander.

- ...pulling people out by the head. - Commander.

I sympathize with the position that you're in here.

I truly do.

But we are not downrange,

and there's a process back home.

All right.

I'm meeting with the admiral. I called ahead.

- - Reece. Come on in.

Have a seat, son.

Beautiful funeral.

Hopefully our last for a while.

Yes, sir.

Something you wanted to discuss?

NCIS, sir.

I'm not sure they're qualified to handle this case.

I was told the inquiry into Odin's Sword was complete

and that you agreed that it was Mitchell

- who set off the IED. - No.

I'm talking about my family.

The case is in Criminal Investigation.

Should be Counterintel.

I believe what's happening may be personal.

Personal?

I've been tracking Kahani for years.

There's no one better to put him down.

He and Quds know that.

Son, Jahan Kahani is not working in Coronado.

The man's a chemist, not a spymaster.

He sent a kill squad after Boozer.

After me.

Whoever killed my family is still out there,