NCIS

Why you? What did you say?

I didn't say anything.

Well, then why'd you get fired?

I didn't get fired, I got laid off.

Fired, laid off, it's all the same.

No, it's not, Dad.

The company had cutbacks,

and they had to trim five people.

I was one of them.

It was nothing that I did wrong.

Of course not. Never is.

They only trim their best people.

Don't you think that I feel bad enough?!

I don't know, Ryan, do you?

Dad, look out!

You all right?

Damn maniacs.

Drive like idiots.

There was a stop sign.

Behind a tree maybe.

Where do you want to eat?

I'm not hungry.

Come on, tonight of all nights?

Especially tonight.

All I want for you is to be happy.

Just... get your act together.

Nobody wants that more than me.

Things just haven't worked out yet.

How you fixed for cash?

I don't know. I got rent covered.

There's an ATM here.

Dad, no. I'll figure it out.

Just take it.

For me.

Okay.

Believe me, I long for the day

that I can stop worrying about you.

Yeah, well, I long for the day

that you can finally butt out of my life.

Oh, my God. Dad!

Oh! Ah.

No, no. Dad. Dad.

Oh, my God, Dad.

Dad? Dad.

Dad, no.

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Hey, Ducky.

Oh, yay, Jimmy, you're still here.

Yeah, just finishing up. I...

Oh, man, are those Abby's Famous?

Yup.

The Bunsen burner was still hot,

so I figured I'd whip you up a batch.

Oh, they got little skulls on them.

Little smiley-face skulls.

You can take them home for your girls.

Oh, don't I wish.

Yeah, Breena took Victoria up to visit her aunt's house

in Syracuse this week,

so I am a swinging bachelor.

That explains it.

Explains what?

Your lack of swinging lately.

You've been pouting for days.

Have I? Yeah.

Oh, so much for my poker face.

I mean, it's understandable. You miss them when they're gone.

Yeah, especially this time of year.

Getting your mid-winter blues?

It's not blues, it's just, it's blah.

It's darker, it's colder, minor annoyances seem bigger.

I start questioning everything

from politics to "Why did I wear these itchy socks today?"

Forgive me, Mr. Palmer, but I can't resist the urge

to give you one of my all-time favorite pieces of advice.

"If you're going through hell, keep going."

I wonder if I could fit that on a cookie.

That is a good one,

but I'm not going through hell, Abby,

not by a long shot.

You know, it's-it's more just, uh, I don't know,

heck.

So, you're gonna be okay?

Heck yeah.

And now that I got your cookies,

I will be even better.

And busier.

That was Jethro.

Yeah, he's requesting our services

a scant three blocks from here.

Thanks, Abby.

What's his name?

Navy Captain Paul Smith.

He landed a long way from his car.

Left his key in the ignition.

Quinn, check out those surveillance cameras.

I've often said this street needs a speed bump.

Or at least a speed limit.

It's like the Indy 500 here during the day.

Now, get the gurney, please,

would you, Mr. Palmer?

Boss, this is Renee Prewdome.

She's our one and only witness.

It's these kids

and their texting.

And-and it's not just kids.

Grown-ups are looking at their phones

instead of the road.

Is that what you saw, ma'am?

Oh, no, we-we didn't see anything.

Bruce and I were checking our balance over at the ATM

when all of a sudden, the most ungodly sound behind us.

The car was gone before we even turned.

No one else here?

No, the-the man's son.

I tried to talk to him, but he-he was crying so hard.

And how did you know that it was the man's son?

Oh, the poor kid just kept saying "Dad" over and over.

Where's the son now?

I lost track of him when the cops got here,

but he's in his mid-20s maybe, and, uh,

he had on a-a red, uh, plaid jacket.

Okay, ma'am.

And let's-let's step back here.

Okay.

Gibbs, look.

McGee, fire department.

Ducky, get that body off the street.

Torres, you're with me.

Quickly, Mr. Palmer,

let's get him into the van.

Mr. Palmer? Jimmy?

Oh, my God.

What the hell are you doing?

Don't, don't, don't, don't, don't, don't.

Palmer!

Please let go.

What are you doing?

I'm not exactly sure. No.

Please let me go.

Let me go! I don't want to hurt you!

I would love to help you not hurt me,

- so please don't jump, okay? - Palmer.

What are you thinking?

I wasn't thinking anything, Agent Gibbs.

I just reacted, and before I knew it, I was out here.

Okay, come on. Change places with me.

No!

No, stay back! I'll take him with me!

No, please don't. Please don't. Please don't.

My dad's dead

and it's my fault.

Come on.

Let me trade places with him.

I'm not afraid of heights. No, no, no.

I can pull them both in if I have to.

Yeah, yeah, but Palmer's got it.

He's got it.

Palmer.

Keep talking.

Okay, hey, listen, listen.

If you won't come inside, let's just sit down

and we'll talk about this.

No, I'm not sitting or talking, man.

I'm jumping.

No hero's gonna stop me.

No, no, no, I'm no hero! I'm no hero. My name is Jimmy.

My name is Jimmy. What's your name, huh?

Tell me your name.

It's Ryan. Ryan.

Ryan, okay, good, Ryan, Ryan.

Listen, Ryan, I-I never thought

that I would be a hero.

Especially after I screwed up really bad

a couple of years ago

when I chickened out, but...

then a very good friend of mine set me straight.

Yeah, there was a time when

I thought I would be an archeologist.

Yeah, what happened?

Why did you decide to go to medical school?

Well, although archeology

carried a certain romantic appeal,

I soon realized it wasn't in my bones,

so to speak.

You have to decide what's in your bones, Mr. Palmer.

Not a spine.

Nonsense.

You just have a-a well-developed sense

of self-preservation.

You're training to be a medical examiner,

not an NCIS field agent.

I have no doubt that you have it in you to die a hero's death,

but, for the time being, I'd appreciate it

if you could stay alive to help me examine the dead.

And with that very healthy sense

of self-preservation,

I ask you to please stay alive,

so that we can both die like heroes a very long time from now

when we're old and gray, all right?