NCIS: Origins

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Where'd he bump into Bugs? Give you two guesses.

Tunnels? Your wife witnessed the murder of a Marine.

And you didn't protect her.

We had an agent.

Mitchell. He was hit with a headshot

on the way to the safe house.

Died instantly.

I'm trying to quit.

I just had a kid.

He's got a touch of the colic, so it's been tough.

Some people are born knowing how to hide things away.

Good morning, buddy.

Oh, no tears?

What a big boy.

Hey, buddy.

Tomorrow you're gonna be begging to take the car out

with your questionable friends.

I had a rule about secrets.

Rule number four.

Best way to keep a secret:

keep it to yourself.

Second best:

tell one other person, if you must.

There is no third best.

WOMAN (ECHOING): Hey.

Hey.

- Hey. - You okay?

Yeah. Yeah.

I'm gonna go or I'll hit traffic.

Here you go. I love you.

- Love you. - Love you.

Oh. Here, buddy. Yeah.

Hey.

You were thinking about it again.

Baby...

you got to stop.

I imagine Leroy Gibbs'll want to see the van when he gets back.

Probably easier if there's nothing's in it.

I think a lot about that rule now.

Rule number four.

I hung on to a lot of secrets for a lot of years.

It kept me busy.

So busy, sometimes I didn't notice

- that the guy next to me... - Morning, Randy.

he was doing the exact same thing.

Morning.

Hey, La. Sorry we're late.

I got stuck in a mind-numbing deposition.

No worries. What'd you rent?

Days of Thunder.

- Days of Thunder? - Mwah.

It's like Top Gun but with cars.

Popcorn is ready, I just need to rinse out a bowl.

No, I got it, big sis.

- I can do it. - She's in full-on

ass-kissing mode.

Her and her friends got busted smoking pot

- today at school. - What?

Not cool, G.

I know. It was a blunder.

No one's more disappointed than me.

A blunder, huh?

Did you at least finish the college applications?

No, but I put a pretty big dent in them.

Can I make a quick phone call?

Mm-hmm.

- Okay, thank you. - Yeah, but, uh, what... there...

there's a phone right here, Cheech.

New boyfriend.

Yeah. One's not gonna cut it.

She's exactly like you were at her age.

Which is both reassuring and terrifying at the same time.

Please.

I never got caught.

Hey.

Weed or no weed, we're kicking ass here.

Mom would have been proud.

Here's to us,

kicking ass without Mom

and in spite of Dad.

So...

you hear from Eddie yet

or should we talk about work instead?

I'm up for a promotion.

It's not, like, a big deal.

I don't know.

I want it.

Well, then, here's to you getting it.

You think rolling up to a crime scene reeking of bourbon

might hurt your shot at that promotion?

With Franks, it'll probably help.

Oh.

Te amo, manita.

- Mwah. - Mwah. Mwah.

And, uh, don't tell me

how Top Gun Cars ends.

Love you, too, sis.

Te me cuidas, eh?

Adiós, noviecita.

Victim is Father John Larkin.

He's a Navy Reserve chaplain.

Started working at the parish four years back

after a few stints overseas.

Bulletin in the lobby says they were holding confessional hours

starting at 6:00.

He was in the booth, probably never saw it coming.

Yeah. Either he was trying to crawl out to get help

or shooter opened the door to make sure he was dead.

You got a line on motive?

Nothing was stolen. It looks personal.

- Any witnesses? No.

The cleaning crew and the secretary

were down the hall in the back office when it happened.

They heard the shots, they ran in.

By the time they got here,

the place was empty, shooter was gone.

They did say it wasn't unusual for the place

to be empty during confessional hours.

'Cause no one in their right mind wants to do it.

Yeah, it is kind of an antiquated practice, I guess.

Everything was normal. Then we heard a gunshot.

We ran out, and as soon as we saw him,

I ran back to the office to call for help.

We tried to do CPR,

put pressure on the wounds,

but it was too late.

You all are here often?

Nancy and Dee volunteer once a week to clean.

I'm here most days.

I work in the office.

You notice anything out of the ordinary these last few weeks?

You should talk to Father Bobby.

He would know better.

He's our other priest.

He's at the hospital visiting

- a parishioner. - No.

He's here. I saw him.

Where was he?

I was standing here,

and he walked in through the back.

I tried to talk to him,

but he saw Father Larkin, and he was...

he was broken.

He went down to hold him.

He was praying for him.

I went over to him, but he walked away.

He was headed back toward the sacristy.

I don't think he's okay.

...and blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus.

Holy Mary, Mother of God, pray for us sinners,

now and at the hour of our death.

Father Bobby?

Father Bobby.

Hail, Mary, full of grace,

the Lord is with thee.

Blessed art thou amongst women

and blessed is the fruit of thy womb.

Pray for us sinners, now and at the hour of our death.

Amen.

Hail Mary, full of grace, the Lord is...

Hail Mary, full of grace,

the Lord is with thee.

Blessed art thou amongst women,

blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus.

- Ooh. - That doesn't sound good.

Okay. All right.

You think you can you fix it?

Randy says you're like some sort of frickin' whiz kid

when it comes to this tech stuff.

- Aw, really? - Mm-hmm.

That's my guy.

Hey, check the battery, Herm.

With these RadioShack deals,

the issue is almost always the battery.

Nope, she's got plenty of juice.

- What are the odds? - What's this for, anyway...

you trying to go to Disneyland?

No, young Herm,

I need this to record my very first criminal profiling interview.

It's part of my program.

Right on. Okay.

- Let me, uh, - (LAUGHS)

- let me check it out, - Okay, all right.

- see what I can do. - Thank you.

Appreciate you.

Vera.

Yeah.

You know, I've seen a lot of agents

come and go in my time.

Some I liked,

a whole bunch I didn't.

Most come in, they do their bit

and they clock out.

But you don't see folks trying to effect change.

But here you are.

Well, it is yet to be seen whether this program

will end up effecting much of anything.

It's not the results I'm talking about, kid.