NCIS: Origins

Developers pushed us out of our homes.

Came out here and made this place our own.

Yeah, Wheeler.

-You doing okay? -Not really.

I'm sorry, I just can't stop caring.

Happy birthday. Open it. Come on.

Michael Aaron Franks. You've been drafted.

Hell. Then I'm going with you.

Mason, what? You-you can't.

My mind's made up.

You know anything about brothers?

Me and mine, we don't talk.

Mikey, it's me. It's your brother.

I need to talk to you about Vietnam,

about what happened.

Couple of states away,

summer of '92...

...there was a guy.

He'd been at rock bottom before.

But this time, it was different.

He couldn't shoulder it.

He owed some money to the wrong kind of people.

And they weren't gonna let him forget it.

But it wasn't about what he owed.

It was about what he stood to lose.

He was about to lose it all.

Everything he worked for.

Everything he was.

And so, he had no choice.

He had to go see someone he hadn't seen in 13 years.

He had to swallow his pride and do something

he swore he'd never do.

Hey, little brother.

This guy had to throw

the biggest Hail Mary of his life.

You, uh, mind if I come in?

Mikey! Mikey!

Hey, Mikey. Hey.

Hey, you hit?

Hey. What? You hit?

-I'm fine. -Are you all right?

I'm good. I ain't, I ain't.

Look at me.

Oh. Aw, hell, you doped up?

No, I'm...

Damn it, Mikey!

All right, grab your weapon.

Get up! Grab your weapon. Use your legs. Come on.

What's his name?

Hey. Leave him. Bed.

That's a hell of a mustache.

How'd you get it so perfect?

Looks to me like you took a couple hooves to the face.

You breaking in a new horse?

What are you doing off the ranch?

Well, Uncle Sal gave me your address.

I figured this way, we could talk

-without you hanging up. -Talk about what?

Well... you know, I tried to get into it on the phone...

Vietnam's done, Mason.

I know that, I know, but I'm talking about

-when we were there... -It wasn't about you,

-it wasn't about Ma. -Would you shut up

-and let me talk? -I was coping with people

getting their faces shot off. The skag was me coping.

Listen, I know why you were doing the drugs.

-I know. -Don't seem like you know.

Seems to me like you're showing up at my door out of nowhere

to shoot the breeze about what a bum I was.

You're talking to a different guy, Mason,

I ain't that same kid no more.

And I'll tell you one more thing.

You look old.

What?

20 years, I look great.

You look like a damn potato.

Well.

The hell's going on with you?

You drop into town, you got a place to stay?

Well, I don't got that figured yet.

Yeah, it's Franks.

Which one? Yeah, okay.

I gotta go.

Work?

Uncle Sal says, uh,

you been slinging for the government awhile now.

Yeah, well, Uncle Sal shouldn't

be giving out people's addresses

and personal information without asking.

Hey, you still got your boots.

Mikey, I ain't trying to rehash nothing,

I just, um...

I just need to talk to you.

Towels are in the hall closet,

cold cuts are in the fridge. Whatever you eat,

share it with him. His name's Gary Callahan.

I gotta go.

Navy bank got robbed.

Let them know we're eight minutes out.

30-year-old female. Intracranial hemorrhage.

SBP under 110.

Randy.

That's the branch manager.

Robber hit her with the butt of his weapon.

-She gonna make it? -They don't know.

We're looking for two suspects.

They came in wearing neon green ski masks,

held the place up at gunpoint,

got away in a dark blue Dodge Caravan

with over a hundred grand in cash.

It happened right before closing.

Saturday hours, low customer traffic.

Yeah, they picked a good time for sure.

The dye bags got 'em, though.

Exploded as they were running out.

The dye got in their eyes, though,

because of the holes in the masks.

Where's Franks?

On the way. He's picking up Lala.

I updated them on the radio.

Excuse me, sir.

I was over there in line when it happened.

Uh, I just talked to the cops.

Should I talk to you guys, too?

What's your name, Petty Officer?

Balkan. Trevor Balkan.

I, uh, discharged my weapon, sir.

You shot at the robbers?

At one of them, sir.

The taller one, he was getting worked up.

He hit the bank lady because

she wasn't moving fast enough.

I mean, he... he hit her hard, sir.

When she went down,

he was distracted, and I got a shot off.

-That's what made them leave. -What, you hit him?

Winged his arm, I think.

I gave the cops my weapon.

If you can try to remember

what any of these guys...

Spent round here.

Guy definitely got clipped.

We got blood spatter over here.

Sir, your counterpart asked me

to keep you guys in the loop.

Suspects fled in a dark blue Dodge Caravan.

We just got a hit on the BOLO.

Where?

Dark blue Dodge Caravan,

first three of the plate are 2-Bravo-Yankee.

It was spotted headed east out of the parking lot

of the El Toro Shopping Center.

Copy. We're not far,

we'll head over, see if we can find any witnesses. Out.

Take a right over here. Right. Right!

I'm turning, woman. I'm doing it.

You know, you fall off a horse, best thing to do is get back on.

Okay.

-What? -What?

I crashed my car, so what?

People crash their cars. I need to get a new one

and start driving it. Point taken.

Ain't trying to bust your chops. I just...

My brother's in town. He looks horrible.

He's at my house, probably eating my cold cuts.

I didn't know you had a brother.

Whoa!

Whoa! Dark blue Caravan.

Whoa!

Let's roll.

Damn it. Hold on.

Come on!

He's turning, he's turning.

Go, baby. Move!

No!

You okay?

You okay?

Son of a bitch.

Ladies and gentlemen. Ladies... Mario, please.

As I said, bank manager Alanna Clark

was gravely injured and is currently

in critical condition.

Because she is the wife of an active-duty Marine,

Oceanside PD has handed the case to NIS.

Can you confirm that one of the suspects

-was shot by a bystander? -Yes,

but the extent of his injuries is unknown.

What's important here is we are doing everything in our power

to catch these criminals,

including forming a task force with the FBI.

Can Agent Franks explain how the suspects got away?

Ladies and gentlemen.

Ladies...

I mean, I'm stunned.

Boss has never lost a car chase before, have you, boss?

My mom drove a Dodge Caravan,

and I don't think I ever saw it go over 65. Seriously, boss,

do you think these robbers could have had

some kind of NASCAR experience?

Maybe the engine was suped up.