NCIS: Origins

Dominguez looks strong.

Even better than she did two weeks ago, huh?

I haven't seen her since the hospital.

-How's the leg? -I'm good.

How's the interrogating?

You still haven't done any interrogations?

We need to chat with Flaco Navarro.

He's the head of the 63rd Street Chacales.

Call them off!

You owe me now, Mama.

You're driving in your car.

A little girl runs into the road in front of you.

You slam on the brakes, but it's not enough.

Your car flips and...

crash.

When you wake up,

you feel different.

Before the crash,

you walked by this church a million times.

After the crash, instead of walking by...

you walk in.

You walk in

and you think about the person you were before the crash.

All the things you said. All the things you did.

All the things that made you who you are.

And you wonder where that person went.

But what you might not know is that everyone around you

feels like they were in a crash of their own.

After the crash, they feel different, too,

right along with you.

And you're all just sitting there, wondering

if there's a way to get back to the people you were before.

Look at me.

Is there anything you can remember

about where he was calling from?

I left him.

It's my fault this happened.

Hey. You're up early.

Sorry. Was it too loud?

No. It's fine.

I needed to get home and showered anyway.

Your shower really sucks.

Who died?

No one.

I'm prepping for my first interrogation.

Oh...!

Baby's first interrogation.

Look how your face lit up.

How do you feel?

You excited?

Nervous?

Hungry.

I'll make some eggs.

Hail Mary,

full of grace,

the Lord is with thee.

What the hell's this?

You following me, Flaco?

What? Y'all be popping up on me all the time.

At the park, at my crib.

Guess I be popping, too. Surprise.

You need to pop your ass into that confessional over there.

I'm not the one pulling guns out on innocent old ladies.

You know that was my tía you drew down on, right?

Yeah, I know.

But something tells me she's not that innocent.

I saved your boy's life.

The little redhead.

His ass would've been folded had I not intervened.

So it's like I told you before...

you owe me, Mama.

Don't think I won't stab you in a church.

Give my love to your tía.

Noticed you walked here.

It's quite a hike.

You're not driving no more, huh?

I get it.

I'd be gun-shy, too,

if I flipped my whip like a Hot Wheel.

You're not a tad curious what I want?

Benefits us both.

Okay, what?

It's easier if I show you than tell you.

Come on, Mama. Live a little.

It's not just the church.

After the crash, you find yourself walking

into a lot of places you never would have before.

If either of you try anything,

I swear to God, I will cut you both.

Understood.

What'd I tell you, homie?

She's a little gangster.

My boy Manny here didn't think you was gonna come.

Ye of little faith.

Thing is,

no matter how hard you try to go back,

you're not the same person you were before the crash.

And you never will be.

-The hell's Gibbs and Dominguez? -I don't know.

Gibbs was over here a minute ago.

Yeah, I know. He wouldn't shut up

about me putting him in interrogation.

That was today?

I could've sworn that was yesterday.

It was yesterday. The day before that, too.

Damn kid won't shut up about it.

Why don't you just let him do an interrogation?

You know what happened to Carl.

Yeah, I do.

Oh.

Oh, there he is.

Hell's he doing,

-taking a stroll? -I'll go get him up to speed.

Mike.

How goes it, Chief?

Sorry.

Pulled into the wrong parking lot.

That plaza a ways back.

I got Gibbs searching for sand dollars,

you parking at Dairy Queen, body's right here.

-There was no Dairy Queen. -What's all this about?

Figured kid was out surfing, lost his board.

The rip cord attaches to the ankle,

not the waist, Mike.

Then I'm stumped.

Some sort of abrasion.

Seems fresh.

Irritated by the salt water.

Hey. There's something poking up here.

I need to get this off, take a look.

How stoked am I?

First case back.

It's paradise, basically.

To go from the desk to this, it's like,

"Pinch me," you know?

-What'd I miss? -Oh.

Victim is still unidentified.

Group of sailors doing formations found him.

No signs of foul play,

so we're thinking it's a drowning.

By the way, what are you doing over here?

I was looking for Lala.

Thinking she might've gone to the wrong part of the beach.

Yeah, no, it's a... That's a public beach here.

Navy beach starts over here.

Oh, crap.

Did I forget to pick her up?

No. It was my turn.

Yeah. I waited outside her place for 20 minutes.

-She wasn't there. -Maybe she spent the night

at her sister's last night?

Sternum's broken at the upper joint.

It's an injury consistent with CPR.

Someone tried to save him, then just left him?

Whoa! Lala's sister get a new pimped-out ride?

What's the matter? Y'all never seen a woman

hop out of an Impala before?

Come on. Let's get this body loaded up. Let's go.

Hey. I waited for you at your place.

Sorry. I got held up.

Well, you could've paged me. I would've waited longer.

It's okay. I got a ride.

My neighbor brought me.

Hey, gang. What do we got?

How's it hanging, Cliff? You getting settled back up

in your lair?

This body that washed up on the beach...

what are you thinking?

I'm thinking I've had the case for all of 20 minutes.

The only reason I'm back up in that office:

my solve rate, Mike.

My uncanny ability to get the best out of all of my agents.

Now, if I want to stay up there, that has to continue.

What's that got to do with me?

Means let's get this beach thing closed and quickly.

All right?

Dot those I's, cross those T's.

Dotting and crossing is what I do.

By the way, Gibbs asked me to put in a good word

about him interrogating.

That damn kid. He's obsessing.

Why don't you just let him do it?

You know what happened to Carl.

-What happened to Carl? -His first interrogation...

he got all worked up, couldn't hold on to his biscuits.

-He vomited? -All over the suspect's shoes.

Well, just tell Gibbs not to eat

-before he goes in. -It ain't that simple, Cliff.

I put a lot of hours into this kid.

Been a big investment.

If I let him go into that box early,

I've seen it blow guys' whole careers.

I thought Carl was just incompetent.

You're saying he never reached his full potential? Hmm?

Franks,

I gave Randy your missing persons list.

-He's going over it now. -Thank you.

Oh, Phil called. He said there's gonna be a delay

-in processing your evidence. -Why?

Woody went to Boca to celebrate his mom's birthday.