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WOMAN:
It's always about him.

( woman mutters response
over phone )

WOMAN:
He called me
at 7:30 last night,

and expected me
to drop whatever
I was doing,

just because he
was available.

Hi.

Did you have any plans?

No, I didn't have any plans,
but that's not the point.

I'm not crazy
about his friends, either.

None of them are married.

Point is, I know
where this is leading.

Nowhere.

( woman responding over phone )

Yeah, I guess so.

Give me a half hour to wash up,
I'll meet you there?

No, I'm listening.

Somebody sent me a package.

What's in it?

I don't know.

Whatever it is,

it's cold.

( woman responding over phone )

( screaming )

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My, my, you are hypnotic,
aren't you?

No thank you,

Mr. Palmer.

Better to poke around
with these.

Did you know the word "autopsy"

comes from the Greek, meaning

"to see for one's self?"

JIMMY:
They didn't

offer Greek in my high school.

Oh, perhaps
we should try Latin, then.

Are you familiar
with the term "keratoplasty"?

Uh, cornea
transplant surgery.

Oh, then your education
did paid off.

My mother will
be pleased

to hear that.

GIBBS:
What do we
know, Duck?

Oh, I just started, Jethro.

How did these come
into our possession?

They were in a package
delivered to a petty officer.

Mailman put them
in the wrong box.

Neighbor opened
them up, and

scared the hell out of her.

Yeah, I should imagine so.

Oh, these have
been enucleated

and preserved with skill
and care by a surgeon.

Assuming they're
as healthy

as they appear,
transplantation would be

the inevitable conclusion.

We don't necessarily
need your body

to discover
what happened to you.

They say

that the eyes are the windows
to the soul.

KATE:
Wow. I'm impressed.

( laughs )

You can actually sleep
with your eyes open.

Yeah, I'm meditating.

Yeah, on how much
you drank last night,

or trying to remember her name?

I don't kiss and tell, Kate.

McGEE:
Since when?

I know more about your sex life
than I do

my own, Tony.

Well, that's not hard
to believe, Probie,

considering you
don't have one.

KATE:
Gibbs wants to know

everything there is to know

about this package,
and if I were you, I wouldn't

let him catch
you napping.

Thanks for the advice,

but I got it covered.
GIBBS:
Anybody,

talk to me.

Well, I'm checking

with eye banks
and the MTCs that handle

tissue and organ donation.
GIBBS:
Any of them

missing a set of blue eyes?

Well, I haven't heard
back from them yet.

Ah!
McGEE:
Uh, no return address

on the package, boss,
but I did contact

the post office.
Yeah. And?

They are running
the tracking number

from the barcode.

KATE:
Hi, this is Agent Todd...

Yeah, I'm gonna call them back
right now.

KATE:
Right, I called...

some... some eyes...

TONY:
Package was addressed

to a Petty Officer Second
Class Benjamin Horlacher.

Stationed at Dam Neck.

Currently on a 72,
due back tomorrow.

Now that's a 72-hour...

leave there, Katie.

He's a student
at the Navy and Marine Corps

Intelligence
Training Center.

Ah.

Been living at that address

since last September.

Military records
are clean.

Only things that stand out
are a speeding ticket

two months ago, and, uh,

he didn't pay his cable bill
last week.

Good to know somebody

is working around here.

KATE:
Uh, thank you.

So far, no one's reported

missing a pair
of cobalt blues, Gibbs.

McGEE:
The package
was shipped

two days ago
from Ciudad

del Este, Paraguay.
TONY:
Paraguay?

TONY:
The T-B-A.
That's the

Tri-Border Area.

That's where Paraguay,
Argentina and Brazil meet.

It's a base
of operations

for smugglers,
drug trafficking,

illegal-organ
trafficking.

And Hezbollah
and Al Qaeda cells.

All right.

We'll meet you

out front, boss.

We're going to Dam Neck.

You didn't move all morning.

How did you know that?

Work smarter, not harder, Katie.

( laughs )

You'll live longer.

Probie, I want to
know who shipped

that package from Paraguay
as soon as I get back.

You got it, boss.

Uh, Tony.

TONY:
Let's move it, Kate.

( scoffs )

WOMAN:
Believe me,

this isn't the first time

that fool mailman put
stuff in the wrong box.

I got a video of
some college girls

just last week
flashing their
you know whats.

When's the last time

you saw Petty Officer
Horlacher, ma'am?

Couple days ago.

What can you tell us
about him?

He's quiet, he
keeps to himself.

He's got a
girlfriend.

They live together?

Who knows,
these days?

She comes and goes.

Think he made her a key.

It's a violation of
the lease, but, uh,

I look the other way.

We'd like to look
at Horlacher-/////!s apartment.

Is that a problem?

Considering what
was in that package?

Please do.

I see you're not
wearing a wedding
ring, Agent Gibbs.

Maybe you'd like to
inspect that video

with me when you're done.

He is single.

MANAGER:
Now, how does
a fine man

like that stay single?

( laughs )

Well, he didn't.

He's been married
three times.

Mm.

Let you know when
we're finished,
Miss Robinson.

Okay.

Wow.

I'll take the bedroom.

This guy's already in trouble.

Girlfriend's taken over.

Maybe not.

Killing Fields,
Undercover Agent.

There's makeup
in the bathroom.

There's women's clothes
in his closet.

( laughs )

But I can't say much
for her taste.

GIBBS:
Let's see if we can
find out her name.

KATE:
Right.

( keys jangling )

Who the hell are you?!

GIBBS:
Petty Officer

Benjamin Horlacher?

NCIS.

What's going
on, sir?

We're here to
investigate

a package
delivered to you,

opened by mistake
by your neighbor.

Sent from Ciudad del Este,
Paraguay.

It contained human organs.

A pair of eyes.

Eyes? You got to be
kidding me, sir.

Where've you been the last
couple of days, Petty Officer?

On a 72.

Visiting my family
in New Jersey.

TONY:
You training to be

an intelligence analyst
at Dam Neck?

Yes, sir.

What area of the world
do you cover there,
Petty Officer?

Central and
South America.

You ever been to Paraguay?

Never. Look, I
don't know what's

going on here,
but I'm sure...

Maybe your girlfriend
does.

I don't have a girlfriend.

So what woman is keeping

all of her clothes
in your bedroom?

We broke up...
a month ago.

She hasn't come back yet
to pick up her stuff.

I'm telling you, I don't
know anything about eyes.

Shouldn't you have
a warrant or something

to be in here?

You keep yourself available,
Petty Officer.

We'll have more questions
for you.

Yes, sir.

KATE:
There was an open lipstick

in the bathroom.
The girlfriend's

still living
there, Gibbs.

Definitely
hiding something.

Oh, yeah.
( cell phone rings )

So why are we
letting him walk?

GIBBS:
We're not.

You two are staying here.

Watch him.
I want to know

what he does next.

Yeah, Abbs?

Jethro, can you hear me?

Oh, he can hear you.

Whaddya got?
Well, I...

I'm sorry.

Ladies first.

That is so sweet.

Oh, it's a pleasure, I'm sure.

Today, Abby.
Okay.

So I ran the DNA

through AFDIL.
I didn't get a match,

but we can definitely
start calling

Old Blue Eyes
a Jane Doe.

Those babies are female.

And I think
you'd like to know

that Ms. Doe gave up her eyes
unwillingly.

How do you know?

Well, at first blush, the eyes

seemed flawless.

But careful dissection
showed large

intraorbital
hematoma.

Meaning?

Well, Jethro,

if you slice
into an eye

like you would,
say, an egg,

you risk nicking
the blood vessels.

But if you

gingerly peel apart the eye,

layer by layer,
like an onion,

then you can be sure...

Uh, Ducky, the short version.

Cardiac arrest.

I found abnormally
high levels of potassium
in the vitreous

and choroids of both eyes.

I'd say

she was most likely
poisoned.

Jethro, did you know

that corneal transplantation
dates back to 1905...?

One source of tissue
back then

were prisoners
on Death Row, who...

( loud click )
Jethro?

He's not there.

Oh, we lost
the connection?

No, he hung up.

Oh...

But you can tell me
the rest of the story.

Go back to the part where
you're peeling the layers

off the eyeball.

Oh...

Oh, God...

Wake up.

I am awake.

Could you turn
the heat up, please?

I'm freezing.
!
Can't.

Smoke from the tailpipe will
give away our position.

Great. I can't feel my legs
here.

We can do

what the Eskimos do
to keep warm.

What's that?

They press

their bodies
together.

Of course, the effect
is greatly improved
if you're naked.

There's not enough liquor
on the planet

to make that happen, Tony.

I wasn't suggesting
the naked part.

But if you want
to freeze...

freeze.

Oh, I need a vacation.

( chuckling )

Where would you go?

Ooh, someplace warm,

somewhere where there's
no cell phone reception.

The tropics.

Oh, yes, the tropics
would be nice.

Horlacher's light
just went off.

Well, he's probably
going to bed;

it-/////!s midnight.

Oh, God...

do you think we're going to have
to stay here

all night?
!
Why don't you call
Gibbs and find out?

Why don't you call
Gibbs and find out?

Because I know the answer.

Oh, I need a vacation!

( gunshot )

What the hell was that?
Get back in
your apartment.

MAN ON TV:
Let's say you're
just taking out insurance.

WOMAN ON TV:
I haven't any money

Not the kind
you want.

No?
No!

But your adopted
family has.

WOMAN:
You think I'd ask them

for money for you?

MAN:
You don't ask.

You're a woman,
aren't you?

Use your head.
No.

Clear.
WOMAN:
No, I won't do it.

MAN:
Kid would have
a pretty rough time...

TONY:
He had a secret,
all right.

GIBBS:
What do you have, Duck?

Well, it's
a sad situation, Jethro.

Even in today's
enlightened age,

transexualism is
terribly misunderstood.

His identity as a male...

Doctor...

Yes, Mr. Palmer?

I think Agent Gibbs
was referring more

to the forensic

aspect of, the, uh...

situation... maybe.

Has head-slapping been
effective for you, Jethro?

Yeah. Look at the way
DiNozzo turned out.

DUCKY ( chuckles ):
The pattern of
gunpowder residue

and the exit wound
on his back suggests

the weapon was held
directly over the heart.

Death was
instantaneous.

In all probability,
he took his own life.

McGEE:
Boss, don't most suicides

shoot themselves in the head?

Men. Not women.

McGEE:
Guess he didn't think
of himself as a man.

KATE:
Well, she must've known that her
secret was going to come out.

Don't you mean,
he must've known

that his secret was
going to come out?

Psychosexually speaking,

Tony, Horlacher was a woman
trapped in a man's body.

And when she killed herself,

she freed herself.

Thus the note.

Hey, you know what
this reminds me of?

Pacci's suspect that we were
staking-out last year.

KATE:
That's right.

Yeah, the beautiful
pre-op transsexual

that seduced Tony.

She didn't seduce me.
I was undercover.

Yeah, well, didn't you
stick your tongue down...

Okay, I took one
for the team,

all right?!

Someone had
to keep her occupied.

Don't you mean him?

( grunts )

( chuckles )

I'm sorry.

Sorry, boss.

Uh, I'm sorry.

Uh, I'll get you
a fresh one.

It was black, right?

Black it is.

You didn't see anyone else

enter or leave?

KATE:
No, she was here alone.

GIBBS:
All right, check
his phone records.

Maybe he made
some other phone calls

while he was deciding
to off himself.

Already on it.
I'll have them tomorrow.

I'm thinking there was no
girlfriend, Gibbs.

That he was just living
a double life.

Puts a whole new spin
on "don't ask, don't tell."

I am much more interested
in the "cross-dressing sailor

who's getting body parts
in the mail" spin.

Get he-she's
laptop to Abby.

Hey, Gibbs,
you're just in time.

Okay, from the outside,

it looks like a normal laptop.

But on the inside?

Voila.

Fortified with the kind
of data encryption

that only someone with
something to hide would have.

A petty officer's protocol--
far more sophisticated

than any PGP or DES
software I've seen.

At first, we didn't
even understand

his obfuscation algorithm.

Really hardcore stuff.

Very, very hardcore.

Did you get
in or not?

Yeah.

And no.

There's just one layer

we haven't cracked yet.

McGEE:
But we did get

Petty Officer Horlacher's blog.

ABBY:
It's a personal
Internet journal.

Web-log... blog.
Get it?

Pig Latin.

Actually that
would be "Ebway

Oglay."

Pig Latin adds a "way"

to words starting
with vowels,

and "ay" to words

starting with consonants

after moving part
of the word...

I'm sure you knew

that already.

The blob say anything useful?

ABBY:
It's mostly

men are from Mars stuff.

He was very interested
in the differences

between men and women.

Men are from where?

Mars, Gibbs, and women
are from Venus.

McGEE:
It's a famous book

about relationships

and communication
between the sexes.

ABBY:
There was
that TV show

and a board game
and the guy wrote

like ten sequels...
I'm beginning to

understand why you were
married three times.

Abby!
Come look at it
for yourself.

GIBBS:
"Inside every good man

there is a better woman."

"LOL"?

McGEE:
That's "laughing out loud."

Which, of course,
can be topped by...

"R-O-T-F-L-O-L."

"Rolling on the floor
laughing out loud."

Keep looking.

Horlacher was leading
two different lives.

I want to know

everything there is to know
about both of them. A-S-A-P.

Onway itway,

Ibbsgay!
( chuckles )

KATE:
There was a time

I would have killed

for a pair of
eyes like that.

Think she was a blonde
or a brunette?

What difference
does it make?

I love brunettes.

I bet she was beautiful.

Are you telling me
that you're attracted to

a disembodied
set of eyeballs?

Weird, huh?

More like disturbing.

It's kind of like

that movie Laura.

Laura?

Yeah. Old movie by

Otto Preminger.

It's about a cop

who falls in love
with the painting

of a girl whose head's been
blown off by a shotgun.

Sounds romantic.

You have
no idea.

Gene Tierney was a goddess.

What do we have?

Well, I called

Petty Officer
Horlacher's family.

He lied about paying them
a visit over the weekend.

They hadn't heard from him
in over a year.

Still can't find
a connection to
Paraguay, boss.

He's never deployed overseas.
Doesn't even have a passport.

Yeah, and what I want to know is
how a suicidal transvestite

attended a top-secret
intelligence school

without anybody noticing.

You contact
his faculty advisor yet?

I was just about to.

Name's Lieutenant
Commander

Guyman Purcell, Retired.

Got his PhD

in South American
studies.

I think we should
interview him.

Yeah? Why's that?

According
to Horlacher's phone records,

he called the Commander right
before he killed himself.

That's good work, Tony.

Get the car...

Kate.

Okay, now that
we've learned a little bit

about recruiting double agents,

let's take a moment to consider
some of the risks

involved.

Anybody?

DiNozzo.

Would you like
to become left-handed?

You going for your
brown-nose badge this week?

You're just jealous
'cause it's working.

Yes, Miss Ellsworth.

What kind of a risk
does a double agent pose?

He could double-cross
you back, sir?

Exactly.

You have just
convinced someone

to betray that which
he holds dearest.

His country. His family.

Perhaps even himself.

These are
weak-minded individuals.

If your recruit proves
untrustworthy, he must be

either coerced or abandoned,

but nothing can
jeopardize the mission.

PURCELL:
Petty Officer Horlacher

is a decent student.

That's all I know
about him, really.

You cover Ciudad
del Este in your class?

The Tri-Border Area.

Of course. Why?

Horlacher got a
package from there.

Inside were a pair
of human eyes.

TONY:
Cut out of
a woman's head.

God. that's horrible.

What did the Petty
Officer say about it?

Claims to have not
known anything about it.

Did you ever spend any personal
time with him outside of class,

Mr. Purcell?
No, in my field,
the students

tend to see their instructors
as larger than life.

It's best not
to get too attached.

So that would be a "no"?

Am I being interrogated
for some reason?

Depends.
On what, Agent Gibbs?

Why he called you last night.

Many of my students

call me at home.
Last night,

Benjamin wanted to know

if I'd give
him an extension

on a paper
due this week.

Did you give
it to him?
Yes.

Good. He could use it.

He's in trouble?

He's dead.

He killed
himself last night.

Right after he got
off the phone with you.

I don't know what to say.

Why don't we start
with what you said to him?

Well, this wasn't
the first time

he asked for
an extension.

I was hard on him.
I told him

if he couldn't
keep up, I'd drop him

from the course.

It would ruin
his career.

I was trying
to motivate him, Agent Gibbs.

Hold his feet
to the fire.

I never thought he'd....

Jump in?

KATE:
Thank you.

The retired

Lieutenant Commander's got
his own consulting business,

Purcell Security Group.

They specialize
in...
Intelligence work, boss.

They've got several high-paying
government contracts.

The biggest
one is...
Southcom.

He's traveled back and forth
to Paraguay ten times

in the last six months, and
the area he's been working...

Ciudad del Este.
I'm thinking

this guy's a spook.

BOTH:
Or working for spooks.

Everything concerning
his consulting work

has been flagged
way above my clearance.

Great.
( phone ringing )

Because I hate spooks.

Yeah. Gibbs.

ABBY:
I might know who the eyes'

former owner was.
Okay, we're
on our way.

Abby thinks she's found
the body that goes with those.

( hisses )

( dramatic music playing )

Business in Central
and South America

comes with its own
special set of problems.

Are you working
in a hostile environment?

Are you dealing with corrupt or
untrustworthy local officials?

My course
can make the difference

between success and failure,

life and death...

There's about
four hours

of online
instruction classes

associated
with this website.

They were bookmarked on Petty
Officer Horlacher's hard drive.

And after watching them,
I can say with certainty

Purcell needs a charisma bypass.

What does this have to do
with the eyeballs, Abby?

Well, Horlacher

accessed this jpeg file

22 times last week.

ABBY:
Look familiar?

TONY:
Oh... I was right.

She is beautiful.

How can you be
sure it's her?

Because-- iris patterns are more
distinctive than fingerprints.

More accurate, too, boss.

ABBY:
The video is grainy,

and the angles aren't perfect.
The lighting...

Abby, is it her or not?

It's an 80% match, Gibbs.

I think we've got our girl.

TONY:
A dead transsexual sailor,

his spook instructor,

and a pair of human eyes...
walk into a bar--

what's the punch line, Kate?

Whatever it is,
it involves this girl

and Paraguay.

That's true,

but not very funny. Probie.

Make me laugh.

Okay.

Oh, uh...

Yeah, the bartender

doesn't believe it,
so he asks the spook instructor,

"What the hell is going on?"

And the guy says, uh,

"What, guy can't have a drink
with his pupils?"

Nothing?

Oh, come on, that
was pretty funny.

You think this
is a joke, McGee?

Uh, no. No, I don't, boss.

Good answer.

Tony, you're with
me in MTAC.

Kate, get Purcell in here;
we need to talk.

( McGee sighs )

He hates me, doesn't he?

KATE:
Well, "hate's" a
pretty strong word.

More like a
mild dislike.
You did spill his coffee.

GIBBS:
Today, DiNozzo!

Gibbs'll get over it.

When?

Well, let's see, uh,

last year Tony spilled
his coffee, and, uh,

he warmed up to him about,
I don't know, an hour ago,

so roughly,
eight to ten months.

Okay.

( sighs )

I got your e-mail,
Special Agent Gibbs.

To tell you the truth,
I was shocked.

When did you learn
to use a computer?

( chuckles ):
Well, times
change, Colonel.

That they do, Gunny.

I got two grandkids now.
( chuckles )

I heard you got
remarried again.

Uh...

( laughs ):
That didn't work out.

Well, then, again, some
things don't change.
( laughs )

How can the Southern Command
help you today?

I'm investigating

a civilian contractor
working out of the
Tri-Border Area,

Paraguay.

Name?

Guyman Purcell.

Yeah, I heard of him.

Oh, yeah, he's part of a TAT,

Tactical Analysis Team,
we have in Ciudad del Este.

What's your interest in him?

One of his students committed
suicide after receiving

a pair of female eyeballs
in the mail from TBA.

We think Purcell
knew the victim.

Body parts in the mail
generally denote a kidnap,

but eyes?
( chuckles ):
Well, yeah, it, uh,

does send a hell
of a message, sir.

Someone's putting pressure
on Purcell? Uh, why?

That's what I want
to find out.

Our TATs work with
a few other agencies,

and they're not always
as forthcoming

with information
as I would like.

But, uh,

when's that ever stopped us?

To old times, Gunny.

GIBBS:
Old times, Skipper,

old times.

What's that
supposed to mean?

You ask me again
in seven years.

Why seven years?

That's when the Freedom
of Information Act kicks in.

You know that
doesn't work with me.

I always know...
when you're there!

( fast beeping )
Gibbs?

That's weird.

You looking for me?

You are getting sneakier
the older you get.

Not to mention better-looking.
What do you got?

Well, I'm still hacking
the Petty Officer's files,

but I uncovered

some e-mails
you'll be interested in.

I back-traced the ISP
they were sent from.

It's a Web server
in Puerto Iguazú,
Argentina.

The Tri-Border Area.

Sí.

McGEE:
Escopeta 794.

It's the originator
in Argentina, boss.

"Escopeta" means
"rifle" in Spanish.

McGEE:
And Shadegirl is one
of Petty Officer Horlacher's

private e-mail addresses.

You be the transsexual;
I'll be the rifle.

McGEE:
First exchange was
three weeks ago.

"I want the hundred thousand
for the girl."
Shadegirl says

her controller will
pay only $60,000
and wants proof.

( Latin accent ):
"One hundred thou..."

( whimpers )

TONY:
Escopeta repeats his demand
for $100,000,

swears a bunch in Spanish.

Shadegirl insists

on $60,000 and proof.

Swear, swear, swear,

threat... swear.

And finally Shadegirl
goes up to $75,000

and says his controller
wants proof

before the money is sent.

Escopeta expresses
his displeasure... colorfully

and slips up--
he uses a name.

"A hundred was the price.

"Tell Purcell his proof's

on the way."

Petty Officer Horlacher
was bearding for Purcell.

How does a transsexual beard,
Probie?

Proof of life
by ripping
out her eyes?

I don't buy it.

Escopeta's running a
kidnapping ring, boss.

( phone rings )
They set examples.

You either meet the price
or the person dies.

Yeah. Gibbs.

Purcell's gone, Gibbs.

Where?

Well, according
to one of his students,

he was recalled
back to Paraguay.

You find out
what flight he's on.

Already did; his flight landed
at the Guarani International

Airport 20 minutes ago.

Pack your gear.

You're going
to Paraguay.
Alone?

Take one of
'em with you.

I'll start prepping
the op from here.

Yes! I've always wanted
to go to Paraguay.

Ha-ha!

Okay, which way to the Tactical
Analysis Team's headquarters?

Right.

TONY:
Derecho.

Aw, I should've
brought more cash.

Look at that.

Hey, look at these guys.

Buenos dias.

It's the local bridge club.

Well, it's not the tropics,

but at least it's warm.

Actually, it is
the tropics, Tony.

Really?
The Tropic
of Capricorn,

to be exact.
Huh.

Tropics smell kind of
funny to you, Kate?

It's not the tropics, Tony.

It'd be the plumbing.

( Tony groans )

How come we never
get sent to, like,

Paris or Hawaii?

KATE ( laughs ):
Oh, come on,

it'll be fun.

And the best part?

No Gibbs checking up on us.

What the hell are they doing?

They're stopped
about 50 feet

from the TAT building.
Well, yeah,

I can see that, McGee.
Get them on the satellite phone.

TONY:
Check it out, Kate.

iPod for 30 bucks.

KATE:
First of all, it says

"L-Pod" on the back.

And second-- there's
nothing in here.

( phone rings )

DiNozzo.
What's your
location?

We're looking for

the TAT building right now.

Town's kind of hard

to navigate.
It's 50 feet

right in front of you, DiNozzo.

TONY:
Found it.
I take it the GPS chip

in the phone
is working well?

Well, yes, it is.

Will you quit screwing around
and get moving?!

You're not on vacation.

On it, boss.

Patch me into
Colonel Bushnell.

On it.

Switch over to
Southern Command.

Colonel Bushnell,
our team's at the linkup point.

Their in-country guide
is Joe Tabarez.

He's the watch officer
for the Ciudad del Este TAT.

Former Marine. Good man.

Any word on Purcell?

Not since
he came through customs.

He hasn't checked in
with any of our people.

He's not in Paraguay
on Southcom business.

What about somebody else's
business, Colonel?

Now, that's possible.

I'm checking that angle now.

I know somebody higher up
in the chain of command

is not making this easy, Jethro.

( sighs ):
Yeah.

Agents DiNozzo and Todd?

I'm Joe Tabarez,
Tactical Analysis Team.

Welcome to the
middle of nowhere.

Nice to meet you.

What's the chain for?

Ciudad del Este
anti-theft device.

Let's get inside.

Don't want to get shot
on your first day.

( groans )
Maldito perro.

This is the Wild West.

If there's a profit in
something, it's for sale.

Bootlegs, drugs, guns,
you name it.

It's also Al-Qaeda's
front line

in South America.

What about body parts?

Well, there's folks
down here who'd sell you

a kidney if it meant
putting food on the table.

Of course, there's also folks
who'd gladly take yours

for the same reason, Agent Todd.

Tell us about Purcell.

His intelligence work
is first-rate.

Man's developed a lot
of contacts down here.

Well, what do you think of him
personally,

Mr. Tabarez?
Oh, it's Joe,

and I try not to.

Off the record, Purcell's
one creepy son of a bitch.

What's he supposed to have done?

TONY:
Shipped a pair

of women's eyeballs
to a transsexual sailor

who killed himself.

And here I thought
I'd seen it all.

TONY:
You recognize
the girl on the right?

TABAREZ:
I do.

It's Purcell's wife.

( sighs )

We ID'd the girl
in the photo, boss.

Name's Anna Real.

Purcell married her
last year in Paraguay.

How old is she?

Seventeen.

And he's been "dating" her
for about three years.

KATE:
The bastard's
a pedophile, Gibbs.

Tabarez knew this?

Well, he's the one
who told us.

I want to talk to him.

He's out trying
to find Purcell.

Or he's having coffee with him.

He looked the other way

while Purcell was molesting
a 14-year-old.

What's that tell you two?

Get me Bushnell.

On it.

You two find me Purcell.

I wasn't having
coffee with him.

But I know who was.

Did you report him
to Southern Command?

Yes, Agent Todd,

I did.

Look, if I had my way,
he'd by lying in the garbage

there on the street.

But he's being protected.

By who?

Need to know.

I don't.

Welcome to the wonderful
world of spooks.

Who was he having
coffee with?

Are you ready to see
the seedy underside
of Ciudad del Este?

Can it get any worse?

( groans, chuckles )

BUSHNELL:
You believe I would look
the other way, Gunny?

No, Skipper, but someone
in Southern Command did.

Well, I'll find out who,
and I'll get back to you.

I'm gonna take him down,
Colonel.

Just make sure you don't
get taken down, Jethro.

Special Agent McGee
here's got my back.

Yeah, right.

( laughs )

Thank you.
Thank you, boss.

What the hell
are you doing?

Wha... I thought that
you were giving it to me.

To refill it, McGee!

Sorry, I'll get
you another one.

Estas arestado.

Ah, Joe!

Why you always
doing this to me?!

Practicing, Iggy.

I've got some friends here
who want to talk to you.

Oh, sure, you like movies, eh?

Movies? No habla Ingles?

I have DVDs.

Only five American each, huh?

$5 for a DVD?

You drive a hard bargain, man.
Only four for you.

Four bucks? Any Hitchcock?

I have everything,
my friend.

I have action,
I have the comedy.

I have whatever you want.

Actually, we're
more interested

in information, Iggy.

You like handbags, Miss?

Oh...

Oh.

Louis Vuitton!

Wow, looks so real.

Uh-huh.

$20. Or two
for $40.

Really?

Like the lady said,

we're more interested
in information, Iggy.

Seen the girl on
the right before?

Ah, sí.

Tell me
about her.

Hey...

I heard she passed.

By "passed,"

you mean she had her eyeballs
ripped out of her skull?

Yeah, Iggy, she passed.

We want to know
who did it and why.

Life is so cheap here, Miss,
oh, who can say why?

Purcell can.

Seen him around lately?

Señor Purcell, he's...
he's a good man.

JOE:
That's not what
he asked, Iggy.

He wants to know
if you've seen him.

IGGY:
No.

Why, is he in trouble or what?

( phone rings )

( phone beeps )

Todd.

Es un satellite phone?
Oye...

KATE:
Great.

Thanks, McGee.

He found us a hotel.

Good. We need to find Purcell.

You help us, we'll help you.

How much for the phone?

KATE:
Phone's not
for sale.

Come on. Okay.

We trade, no?
All of this, plus

$50 U.S. Come on!

It's government property issued
to me, not for sale.

I'll tell you
what, Iggy.

I'll give you the phone
if you promise

to tell me when
Purcell contacts you.

What?! You're
not authorized

to give him my phone.
Agent Todd,

you are interrupting
my negotiation.

Deal?

Sí. If Purcell contacts me,

I tell you.

Phone number's
on the back.

McGEE:
It's a great idea, Tony.
GPS in Kate's phone

is reading loud and clear.

I'll call when Iggy moves.

TONY ( on phone ):
Roger that, Probie.

So you want me to say
sorry or something?

You could have given him
your phone, you know?

The lead agent never gives up
his line of communication.

Oh, when did you
become the lead agent?

I thought
we were a team.

We are. I'm the team leader.

What, so I'm the follower?

( door opening )

I don't think so.

Oh, yeah, I've seen
that look before.

Bosnia.

When we returned
to Brcko,

two days after NATO
ordered us out.

I can still smell it burning.

I have been given a direct order
to protect Purcell

as a valuable
intelligence asset.

Regardless of what he's done?

Regardless of what he has done.

With all due respect, Colonel...

You don't have to say it, Gunny!

There are only two things
a Marine can do

when he receives a direct order:

obey or resign.

You're resigning
your commission?

I will never have another Brcko
on my conscience.

GIBBS:
Can you find out
who's protecting him?

Someone at the farm,

but I have no way
of knowing who it is.

Sir, how do you
contact him?

Encrypted teleconference
like this.

GIBBS:
You've seen him?

No. He's always in shadow.

Very corny, like some

Cold War film.

That's corny,
but it's effective.

Yeah.

Boss, if...
if-if the Colonel

can get him on
a teleconference,

his encrypter can
patch him to us.

Skipper.

TONY:
Where the hell are we, McGee?

McGEE:
San Gusta Street,
near the heart of the city.

Okay, he's turning left.

I know he turned left.

I have a visual.

KATE:
He's stopping up ahead.

TONY:
Who's he with?

KATE:
Purcell!

TONY:
Okay, it's Purcell.
Shall we bring him in, boss?

No.

What?

No, DiNozzo. You heard me.

Just tail him.

Gibbs wants us to follow him.

Why?

Does it matter?

TONY:
They're heading into a hotel,
boss.

Follow.

Don't engage
unless you have to.

Iggy's altitude is increasing.

He's in an elevator.

Third floor, DiNozzo.

Going somewhere, Iggy?

To find you, my friend.

Señor Purcell,
he contacted me.

Did he, now?
Sí.

What's he doing
here, Iggy?

Well, it's a hotel.

He's staying here.

( hammer cocking )
Wrong answer.

First I want you to know
that I loved my wife...

even if I couldn't trust her.

I paid $75,000 American.

That's a fortune down here.

Why are you not dead?

Escopeta confused me
with my little sister.

( voice cracking ):
He killed her.

She would still be alive if you
hadn't threatened to betray me.

Good-bye, Anna.

Do it!

I'd rather be dead
than spend one more day

with a monster like you!

Close you eyes, Anna.

Close you eyes.

KATE:
Drop the weapon!

Now, look at that, Kate.
He's actually thinking

about trying it.

You double-tap the head,
I'll double-tap the heart.
Deal.

All right, stand by.

My farm contact's
coming on the system...

now.

He's all yours, Gunny.

Patch me in, McGee.

( screen blips )

Special Agent Gibbs, NCIS.

GIBBS:
You either give
up Purcell...

or I will
personally
compromise

the identity
of this man,

Ari Haswari.

Our link to Al Qaeda...

or a child molester?

Your call.

( screen blips )

What next?

Now we wait, McGee.

TONY:
According to
your... "wife,"

you're not just
getting intel

on rackets
in Ciudad Del Este,

you're running
some of them.

Drugs,
organ harvesting,

child prostitution rings?

It's my mission

to infiltrate
these organizations.

I'm very good at it.

And having sex
with underage children?

TONY:
Once she testifies,

you're gonna spend
the rest of your life

in Leavenworth, Purcell.

No, no,
you misunderstand,

Agent DiNozzo.

Anna wasn't threatening
to tell our government.

She was threatening
to tell hers.

What difference does that make?

( wry chuckle )

( door opening )

( wry chuckle )

( keys jangling )

You should have shot him while
you had the chance, DiNozzo.

What...

You know what he is,

what he did.

How could you?

Same way you do.

Following orders,
Agent Todd.

Now, if you'll
excuse me,

I have a job to do.

Boss, there's another
encrypted transmission

coming over the system.

Put it up on the screen.

( screen blips )

( humming happy tune )

( gunshot )

( screen blips )

Bring our people home.

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