NCIS

It's very good.

Let's hear the last part one more time, though.

Geez, Max, it ain't rocket science.

Humor me.

Again. Bobby?

I cut the alarm wires over here.

And I tie up the old man right there.

We break the glass case, bag the goods, and we're out the door.

Bag the goods.

Yeah, that's one way of putting it.

Eh, better you guys than me, huh?

And once we're out?

Once you're out, I drive us all to the airport

and then it's Argentina, here we come.

First round of margaritas is on me.

Man, margaritas are in Mexico.

Oh, no, Argentina, too.

My wife says it's exactly like living here.

You told your wife about this?

Not much.

I mean, besides, who's she gonna tell?

Don't worry about it.

Fine.

Any last questions?

The plane tickets-- you hanging on to those?

Until we get to the airport, yeah.

Yeah, well, you mind if I get mine now?

You know, just in case something goes wrong.

I can assure you, Danny,

that nothing is going to go wrong.

Especially now that you've been demoted.

Wait, what? Lenny, you're the driver now, too.

Um, sure, Max, I can drive, but...

Okay, but if Lenny'll drive, what'll I do?

You can learn

to keep your damn mouth shut.

Hey, I don't need my ticket yet.

At least now it's a three-way split.

Dump him.

Someplace far.

We meet at the usual place.

8:00 a.m.

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Come on, guys, just a little post-work celebration.

We've done it before.

Well, not today, we haven't. Yeah, that's my point.

Not on Saint Patrick's Day, of all the days.

Y'all know that I, uh, don't do Saint Pat's.

Uh, yeah, you do.

You're wearing green.

Yeah, enough green to keep the crazy Irish people

like you from saying, "You're not wearing green."

Who is so crazy? And I'll have you know,

I am only one-quarter Irish.

And I'm four-quarters not Irish

at all. Well, I am half-Irish,

but that half plans

on enjoying corned beef and cabbage at home with my family,

and not with a bunch of random drunks throwing up on my shoes.

That sums it up right there, McGee.

Saint Pat's

is amateur night. Not for everybody.

Especially not for the countless members of law enforcement,

who happily celebrate together once a year.

You don't remember last year?

We were slammed with random drunks.

Proving once again that green beer and sailors

on shore leave are a bad combination.

So's a dead body at a Navy recruiting office.

Hey, Gibbs, where's your green?

In my wallet. Let's go.

Long time, Kerrigan.

The great Gibbs.

Oh, top of the morning.

How you doing?

Depends what we're looking at. Uh...

male, mid-20s,

four gunshot wounds and...

Did you say "we"?

Navy recruiting center.

It's their dumpster.

Called NCIS instead of talking to me.

Nice protocol.

You want to argue jurisdiction?

Oh, no, no, no, hell no, not today.

Yeah, it's all yours.

Hey, uh, Donnelly?

Send NCIS everything we've, uh, collected so far.

Though it's not much.

No shell casings, no signs of a struggle.

And no body.

Huh?

Oh, man, where's our M.E.?

I wondered where his truck went.

Your guy took the body already?

Damn it, fellas, I told you guys to work fast, but not too fast.

What's the rush?

The parade.

Yeah, we're all marching later. We are?

No, we are, MPD.

We do it every year.

Tip a few afterward. It's a blast.

You should try it. Yeah. Yeah, we should.

- Yeah. - Hey, guys.

Sorry I'm late.

Never should have taken the Beltway.

That pre-parade traffic is nuts already.

You didn't missed anything, Jimmy.

Call said there's a body in a dumpster. What...

Yeah, yeah, I'm having our M.E. send it right over.

Ah, it's his voice mail, but, uh,

you'll have the body soon. How soon?

An hour, maybe... two.

That soon?

What do you want? It's a holiday.

See ya.

Let's get to the parade, guys.

I skipped breakfast for this?

Pick something up on the way back to the lab.

Traffic permitting. I...

See you guys soon.

All right, Jimmy.

Boss, here's everything MPD's collected so far.

Including a fingerprint ID.

It's a start.

Okay, one Kasie special.

Green bagel and a coffee to go.

My special's green now?

Most everything is today, darling.

Ah. You okay?

Yeah. Just, uh, new contacts.

The better to see my special bagel with.

How about some special pancakes?

Jimmy, hey.

Thought you had a call this morning.

I did, but a mix-up with the body

means that what I have now is an hour to kill.

Care to kill it with me?

That, or we could just have breakfast together.

Counter or booth?

Is that booth spoken for, Elaine?

It is now. Just let Shayne wipe it down real quick.

Great.

So...

you seem a little extra chipper this morning.

I am chipper by choice today, Kasie.

I woke up in the worst mood for no apparent reason and I

hit morning traffic, which, of course, didn't help, but then,

uh, I don't know, after a crime scene with no body,

and, uh, followed by smooth sailing on the ride home,

I guess I just decided I would feel better.

As only you can.

And nothing is gonna bring me down. Oh...

Hey, easy, man. What the hell?

Oh gosh, s-sorry.

Yeah, you are.

What was that about? You okay?

What? Oh, yeah, yeah. No, it's...

I just bumped into them by accident.

Yeah, and accidents happen.

They could have been nicer about it.

Yeah. Yeah, maybe.

Care to split an appetizer?

Absolutely. And nothing's

gonna bring us down.

I mean, I'm not saying I'd march, but

they could have at least invited us.

This coming from the man

who doesn't do Saint Patrick's Day.

Yeah. I do parades, though.

We got anything on this guy yet?

Yeah.

Victim is Daniel Spagnolo, 29, unemployed,

recently released from Augusta Correctional Center.

He served 18 months for burglary and aggravated assault.

His body here yet?

MPD said about an hour or two,

so I'll call and check again.

Next of kin?

We're still working on that, too.

Work fast. I heard Torres

has got a parade to get to.

Ever since I was kid, that's how I've always dealt

with dark days, you know, bad moods. Conflicts, even.

By swallowing your feelings? By transforming 'em.

My mom always used to say, "If you can fake happiness,

you can eventually feel happiness."

Yeah, see, I could maybe do that

for an awkward Thanksgiving dinner, but long term,

I have to let some pressure off the valve.

Otherwise I'll explode.

Oh, yeah, same here. I mean,

everyone has that line that can't be crossed.

My line is just a... Just a lot farther away

than everyone else's.

And until someone crosses it, I mean,

it's just a lot easier to be nice, isn't it?

Did someone say "nice"?

Very nice, and not at all green.

Bagels I have no control over.