NCIS

He's your dealer.

Your what?

Your dealer?

Dad, calm down.

Dad is not calming down.

Your daughter overdosed on opioids.

You have to prepare yourself for the possibility

she won't survive the night.

But rest assured, we are doing

everything in our power to make sure...

Everything in your power?! Hey, hey.

Then why are youthe only one standing here?

All hands on deck. Get to work!

And save my daughter's life!

Emily Fornell had counterfeit opioids in her blood.

Pills that were coming across the border from Canada,

so I hear.

From who?

Sounds like Gibbs has been working

a side project.

Boss, there's oneother thing... Yeah? About what?

Well, I think I found a lead

on those counterfeit opioids you had mentioned

were coming out of Canada.

Tim, give it to the DEA.

You sure, boss? You... you don'twant to check with Fornell?

He wants to move on. Give it to the DEA.

It's theirs anyway.

Shots fired!

I'm hit.

Okay.

Right, let meget this straight. You think

that Bishop and I deserveto be stuffed into lockers?

Yeah. But you spend your lunchreading up on the piccolo?

Hey, you think it's just a little flute, but, you know,

it really adds a sparkle to that sound.

Victim. What do we know?

Navy MusicianFirst Class John Warren.

Single, no kids, comes from a long line of sailors.

His father and grandfatherwere in the Navy, as well.

All right. Motive?

We really surethis was a murder?

I mean, the guy jumpedout of a bus.

You think he poisoned himself?

I-I don't think so. I reviewed Warren's psych evals,

and, yes, he did have some issues,

but he was on medicationthat seemed

to be working. There's nothing to suggest he was suicidal.

All right, profile the rest of the band.

See who flags as homicidal.

Got it.

McGee?

Yeah?

You got point.

What's that?

You got point.

I got to go.

For now, or...?

Next couple of days.

Whittle down the suspects.

Find the killer.

Did Gibbs just... leave?

Hey.

What's going on?

Taking a couple days off.

'Cause you do that so often

when we're tracking a service member's killer.

It's sturgeon season.

Wow.

You are a horrible liar.

Fornell needs help.

Emily left rehab.

Anything I can do to help?

Give McGee a lead. He can handle the rest.

Right.

Hey, hey.

What'd you tell 'em?

I told 'em you needed me.

And that Emily had left rehab.

That's not quite true.

Well, it's not quite a lie.

How is she?

Emily's great.

She completed her programwith flying colors.

I think this nightmare mightfinally be behind her.

Not for us.

No, not us, which is why I texted you.

I got a leadon the errand boy

who supplied the poison thatnearly killed my little girl.

You think he can lead us to the guy who's running this thing?

The head of the snake, Gibbs.

And, yeah, the errand boy'sgonna be our way in.

What?

Look at you.

You're just, chomping at the bit.

Yeah. Like you're not?

Yeah. Okay.

But if we do this thing, we do it the right way.

What other way is there?

All right.Yeah.

Saddle up, Butch.

No, no, no.

Let's be clear here.

I'm Sundance.

You are never not Butch.

Look at them.

What a sad sight.

Talk about Dawn of the Dead.

You look at these zombies,

and you assumethat they were damaged goods

way before they got here.

Weak, broken losersjust trying

to dull the echo intheir empty heads, and then

then it's your own kid, and you think,

"Who's broken now?"

How's the pizza?

Better yesterday.

Hey! Don't litter.

That's not littering.

It's for the birds, literally.

Littering-ly.

You get it?

Littering literally?

You know,

there's a taco stand

two blocks down.

Stretch your legs.

Get off your ass!

Get some air.

What if I miss something here?

Been two days of nothing here.

You know damn well,

the second I startordering my chimichangas,

all hell's gonna break loose.

There's no hell.

We're not waiting on hell. It's one guy.

Your errand boy.

What the hell kindof a name is Josh Winston

for a drug dealer anyway?

In your notes, you call him a "drug rep."

Formerdrug rep.

Now distributing black-marketfentanyl lollipops

for this... so-called doctor.

The doctor's in.

For a new day,

selling the black market stuff at a discount.

Not for much longer.

You got that right.

Where are you going?

He's no Mr. Big, but Dr. Death is a hell

of a consolation prize.

Why not take him now?

Take him where?

Tobias

that's our guy.

He'll lead us to Mr. Big.

Once you cut the head off that snake,

the body dies, there is no more Dr. Death.

That was the plan, wasn't it?

Well, that was yourplan.

We're sticking with it, right?

Tobias?

You just keep thinking, Butch.

That's what you're good at.

What kind of tacos you want?

So, Gibbs went to helpFornell with his daughter.

That makes sense.

That's not exactly what I said.

What do you mean? You said he went to help a friend.

Yeah, and Gibbs onlyhas one friend.

That is exactlywhat I said.

The rest was, idle speculation.

And no shortage of that going around.

Agent Sloane said she heard something

about sturgeon fishing? KASIE: Hey!

What is up, my favorite crime fighters?

Just discussing where Gibbsdisappeared to this time.

No, no, no, you guys were discussing.

I'm kind of done.

Ooh, excellent! Then maybe you all have time

to help me finish weighing the Navy band members' instruments?

Why are you weighing instruments?

They seem a little heavier than they should be,

and McGee wants to know just how much heavier.

Yeah, McGee. You know, he's a tough boss.

Who currently wants us in the squad room.

Sorry, Kase.

Sounds like a good workout, though.

How much does it really weigh?

I am only as far as the oboes,

and I am already feelingthe burn.

It's likethose Navy band members were,

like, smuggling anvilsor something.

What's up, Jimmy?

You know I would love to help you, Kasie,

but I've got my own case right here.

Drawer number 107.

Marine Corporal Richard Darby.

Brought in this morning at 5:30 a.m.

by Special Agent Veronica Tyler.