NCIS: Origins

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The man in charge.

The hours he keeps.

The pride he takes.

The orders he gives.

The rules he follows.

The ones he breaks.

The giants he topples.

The man in charge.

Aw, hell.

The burdens he bears.

Your shoe guy will know what to do, right?

Man's a professional.

Last time I took them in, he said they were on their deathbed.

Why don't you wear your black ones?

Those are special occasion boots.

I can't work in those.

Well, you got plenty of others in the garage.

In that box?

Those are castoffs. I rejected them.

Look at them.

They're perfect.

Genuine Nile crocodile leather.

This one just needs a little glue

and some stitching, that's all.

Tell me you'll take it to your guy. Please.

Just say it.

Okay, I'll take it to my guy.

Don't go worrying about me or the ranch.

You like them?

I ain't never taking them off.

Morning, Mikey.

I overslept.

- I'm doing it. - What's that?

I'm doing what you said.

I'm covering the morning chores as soon as I find my boots.

Oh, my night was fantastic, thanks for asking.

Nancy Caplan?

Oh, Mikey, she is one hell of a woman and twice on Sundays.

That's enough of that.

Sorry, Mama.

- Morning, Mama. - Don't go filling

my baby's head with that nonsense.

Oh, come on, he's 21, not 12.

Speaking of,

happy birthday.

It was three weeks ago.

Sorry it's late, darling.

Your brother and me were saving up for something special.

You gonna stare at it all day or open it? Come on.

Yeah, I tossed your old boots in the trash.

These ones are genuine textured Nile crocodile leather.

Got a dark mahogany stacked heel,

single-stitched welt outsole.

Really ain't gonna find a better boot in all of Texas.

Perfect fit.

You like them?

I ain't never taking them off.

Captain Cameron Reid, 28.

Infantry officer for the 5th Marines.

Single gunshot wound to the head.

Bullet's stuck in the wall. I'll get it to Woody, see what

he can tell us about the murder weapon.

: Shoes.

That's it?

What else we got? Probie.

I'm taking pictures, boss.

He's doing a very thorough job.

: He's taking way too many pictures,

but I'm just trying to get him comfortable.

You know? First time.

Any sign of forced entry?

No. Doesn't look like anything was stolen, either.

Neighbors heard a gunshot at 07, called 911.

Door was unlocked when Oceanside PD showed up.

There was a bunch of cops in the hallway earlier

talking to the neighbors, if you want to coordinate.

They finally moved their damn squads

so I could get my gurney through, but...

Just a statement. I mean no ill will.

You been here a while, then?

Long enough.

Um...

That's some uncharacteristic footwear.

Zero interest in talking about it.

Victim was shot at close range.

Entry point: the right temple, exited through the left.

Bullet is definitely small caliber.

Hold it there.

Based on body positioning,

direction of the blood spatter, my guess:

he was sitting on the edge of the chair,

shooter walks in, discharged the weapon,

walked out with it, victim fell

forward onto the floor.

The bruising on his eye?

Previous injury.

He's also got some on his knuckles.

He brawled with somebody.

Looks that way, but

like I said, those injuries are about a week old.

You want help getting him into the bag?

No, I got it.

Let's flip him first.

Whoa.

Probie, get your ass over here with that camera.

What?

Murder weapon.

Chief.

Muzzle burn around the entry wound,

direction of blood spatter, position of the weapon...

This wasn't a murder.

Poor kid offed himself.

Yeah.

Damn it.

You got to be...

Where...

- Crime scene's wrapped up. - Yeah.

Dominguez notify the family?

Yeah. She took Randy.

What's going on over there?

I think I lost the flash.

Did you see it at the crime scene?

No.

Lala's gonna kill me.

"Respect the accessories."

She said that to me like 20 times.

Hey.

This case shaking out to be a suicide...

Boss, come on.

You can't throw a rock without hitting something

that's too close to home for me.

Hey, blue eyes.

Boss? You're not gonna believe this.

We were tracking down the next of kin...

Cameron Reid's father is Alexander Reid.

Lieutenant General Reid? From the Battle of Khafji?

Yep. Certified war hero, three stars and counting.

Nicknamed "Alexander the Great," but with solely

a positive connotation...

- that's the one. - You talked to him?

No, they-they wouldn't let us in to see him.

His people said he got the message,

and he's heading here to "follow up with our superiors."

Gibbs, what are you doing?

Why didn't you put anything on the board yet?

What's there to put up? We know it's a suicide.

No, we still investigate, dude.

It's called a "death investigation," and it's like...

How would you explain the difference, boss?

Rando, give me your loafers.

What?

Reid's coming in for a sit-down.

Wheeler's gonna call me into it.

I can't sit across from a three-star general

in my mowing Reeboks.

Feel free to keep them.

He's got three more pairs in his locker.

Yeah, whatever you need.

Boss, what do you want on the board?

Same as always, probie.

We owe the family answers.

They deserve to know why their person ain't here no more.

["IT'S ALRIGHT, MA [I'M ONLY BLEEDING]" by Bob Dylan playing]

Get to the house round back.

: Keep Ma inside.

Count's off.

What?

Latch up on the north gate was busted.

Couple cows must have gotten out, you know, gone grazing.

- Something like that. -

How many we missing?

Three cows.

Plus a calf.

Radio said some weather's coming in.

Let's saddle up,

see if we can find them before it hits.

It's all right.

I'll get them back to you, you know, just...

once they're broken in.

Come on.

Are you wearing Randy's shoes right now?

Alexander the Great.

Lieutenant General Reid, Cliff Wheeler,

special agent in charge.

I'm terribly sorry for your loss.

Thank you, Special Agent Wheeler.

Please, follow me.

You're leading the investigation?

Uh, Special Agent Franks is running point in the field, yes,

but I'm overseeing as a whole,

so you can contact me directly whenever necessary.