200 rreshtat e parë.
Mayday! Mayday!
...declare an emergency!
Partial engine failure!
Walker!
We're going down!
We're going down!
Looks like morning happened again.
What's the plan today?
Oh, I'm thinking hardware store.
You mean they invented a tool
you don't have in that basement of yours?
I need supplies.
Well, now, that's what I like to hear.
I love it when you start something new.
What do you have in mind?
I'm hoping the wood will tell me.
Mm... I hope the wood says, "roll-top desk."
Mm...
I changed my mind.
I'm thinking bed, all day, with you.
Gibbs.
The hardware store will be there tomorrow.
How are you going to get what you need if you don't let me go?
Yeah... Yeah, Gibbs.
Gibbs, multiple Marine fatalities.
Get in here.
I'll be there.
Anything?
Plane was a Marine C-130.
Five crew, six deceased
in transfer cases en route
from Kandahar to Dover Air Force Base.
Went down in a field just short of their destination.
Any survivors?
They're still looking.
I have never experienced a crash like this.
I'll need to know how to proceed.
Air Force is handling the site.
But any sign of criminal activity,
and we're there to pick up the investigation.
They were carrying six dead Marines home.
Why blow up a flying hearse?
They're sending a message.
Got the message, boss.
Loud and clear.
The sole survivor.
One more than I expected.
There's pieces of the wreckage everywhere.
A lot of land to cover.
Where do we start?
Right here.
Okay, thanks.
Something's on your mind.
I can see your wheels churning.
Butter churns, David.
Wheels turn.
The witnesses on the ground are telling the same story:
There was an explosion,
then the plane began an immediate descent.
What's with him?
He's thinking.
This isn't the case du jour, you know.
This is life calling collect, saying,
"Hey...
"I'm short.
Appreciate me."
That one should be DAFB-128.
Is that what you got?
Dover Air Force Base, Doctor?
Where these Marines were headed for final DNA identification
before being returned to their loved ones.
Let us take heart that some of these cases are,
well, for lack of a better phrase,
cut-and-dried.
Well, not exactly dry.
In fact, some of these are downright moist.
Looks like these bags burst open during the crash.
They sure packed these guys
in a lot of ice when they sent them home.
Standard procedure, Mr. Palmer.
Yes, these Marines made the ultimate sacrifice.
The Corps takes great pride
in the way that they tend to their fallen.
So will we, Duck.
Confirmation of these remains
is going to be a lengthy process, Jethro.
We have to match the DNA
of every fragment of collected tissue.
Mr. Palmer, Ms. Sciuto and I
have a great deal of work ahead of us.
Call when you need us.
I shall and I will.
Could you please shine in tune, Mr. Palmer?
You're putting a minor third where none was intended.
I'm sorry, Doctor.
It's the only thing keeping me awake at this point.
Perhaps it's time we took a little rest.
We will rest when we are dead.
Until then, consider John Paul Jones.
The Led Zeppelin bassist?
No, the naval hero of the American Revolution.
He was almost forgotten when he was buried in Paris in 1792.
Over a century later, President Theodore Roosevelt
went to great lengths to locate Jones, exhume his body,
and bring him back to America.
Home.
Precisely.
Yeah, we take great solace
in knowing where our heroes are buried.
I can assure you, Mr. Palmer,
for every moment that we rest,
the families of these fallen Marines do not.
I apologize.
Don't apologize to me.
Apologize to them.
All right, what's the number?
Sometimes I think it's a miracle we're still here.
What, here in the squad room?
No.
On this earth.
We hitch rides on those transports all the time.
Could've been us on that plane. But we weren't.
I'm just saying, when your number's up, it's up.
Do you know that phrase may have biblical origins
dating back to the Book of Daniel?
I'll take "Pointless Biblical Trivia" for $200, Alex.
What do you think this is, Sunday school?
Sunday school sounds good to me.
Chaplain. You look troubled.
Oh, don't worry, he always looks like that.
This is an omen, isn't it?
You were sent to talk to me. By whom?
The man upstairs.
Vance? Uh, no.
I'm here to see Agent Gibbs.
Oh, I'd pay to hear that confession.
What am I confessing to, DiNozzo?
Nothing, boss.
You're damn right about that.
This is Lieutenant Commander Chaplain lady...
Burke.
I just transferred to the chapel here on the Navy Yard.
Uh, orders are to help reach out
to the accident victims' families, however I can.
I'm glad to meet you, Burke.
I'm sorry it has to be under these circumstances.
I get that a lot.
Well, that was the Navy Safety Center.
Black box is pointing to a bird strike.
Flock of geese took out all four engines.
Another Sully Sullenberger situation.
Just not as fortunate.
Verify before we lose jurisdiction. I.D.'s?
Abby has positives on
almost all the crew and deceased in the manifest.
Almost?
Gibbs.
There's a man in the conference room--
he thinks his daughter's body was on the plane.
That's my cue.
Okay.
You're up, Chaplain.
Ma'am.
What?
Corps said my girl was in an attack.
At some sort of school.
People were killed.
Bodies were so bad, there was nothing left.
Marines collected remains in Afghanistan.
Still waiting for DNA to be confirmed here.
No. You people are waiting for it.
I know.
Know what?
Her body was on that plane.
A father knows. Don't tell me I don't.
No one's arguing with you, Mr. Flores.
Look, we all know what happened over there.
They found their dog tags.
I through waiting for you to get your paperwork in order.
I need to bury my girl.
What's her name?
First Lieutenant Gabriela Flores.
Remember that.
Here...
I want you to...
Her mom left when she was a kid.
All I ever did was mess up.
All Gabriela ever did was forgive me.
Even after she got her own place,
every Sunday night, she would come to my house
and sit in that chair
and watch my shows with me.
A beautiful girl.
Chaplin, I'm not showing you what she looked like.
I'm telling you who she was.
She put herself through college.
She became a Marine officer.
She was helping children in Afghanistan.
And still she found time to come... sit with me.
Good kid.
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