All language subtitles for NCIS Season 4 Episode 2

- Hi.
- Hi.

Try this one.

- Emily.
- Yes?

Come here.

They haven't called our number yet.

I know.

Relax agent Fornell.

She's fine.

I didn't expect to see
you again until... 2067?

I got a reprieve.

you're not going to use that
in front of your daughter.

I don't need a gun to take you down.

- You wouldn't hurt a innocent man.
- I'm not looking at one.

That's where you and
agent Gibbs got it wrong.

Agent Gibbs is retired.

I know. Why do you think
I'm talking to you?

I have no idea. Why
don't you enlighten me.

I told you. You got the wrong guy.

And if there's a shred
of decency in you,

and brains...

...you'll re-open my case
and find the right one.

Now I'm going to walk out of here.

You'll want to follow.

But you'll realize something

and end up just reaching
for that cell instead.

- Really?
- Yeah.

What's that?

I might not be alone.

- See you, sweetie.
- Bye.

The basement needs some work.

But if it doesn't showed "wine cellar,"

...I don't know what does.

Have a look.

And I'll be right back.

- First my wife, now my house?
- No.

No, I learned lesson.

I'm through with your leftovers.

You're going to need a
bigger box for that boat.

You come all the way out here
to give me packing tips, Tobias?

Actually, I came to tell you that

Petty Officer Derrick Paulson
escaped form prison yesterday.

No.

I haven't asked you anything yet.

You caught him last time.

Figured you might like
to catch him again.

You thought wrong.

He came to see me, Jethro.

When I was with Emily.

She okay?

For now.

He just wanted to tell me
that I got the wrong man,

and strongly suggested that
I reopen his case to prove it.

He's risking a lot for something
he's knows can't happen.

You think?

I don't know what his game is.

But I'm not going to
get a good night's sleep

until that S.O.B. is back behind bars.

You don't need me to find him.

Need?

A convicted killer was two
inches from my daughter!

Handing her crayons.

He touched her!

We're way beyond need, Jethro.

Nice tan.

It's really not that bad, McGee.

For a spy, you're a horrible liar.

Ziva's right.

You can hardly notice.

But... But?

I wouldn't let Agent
DiNozzo see it if I were you.

Let Agent DiNozzo see what?

Nothing.

Why are you mumbling, McGee?

I'm not mumbling.

Well, you either just said

"mimes aren't rumbling"
or "I'm not mumbling."

And I don't see any mimes.

Agent Lee,

why is Agent McGee mumbling?

He over-bleached his teeth, sir.

Apparently, he fell asleep while wearing

his bleaching tray, sir.

You don't watch Friends, do you?

Same thing happened to Ross.

You could have learned
from our friend's mistake.

But you choose to read instead.

Better let me see the damage.

As team leader, people,

I need to be aware of any condition

that might affect an agent's ability

to perform his or her duties.

And what does having embarrassingly

white teeth have to do
with performing his duties?

You said it was not that bad.

She lied.

- Open up your mouth.
- No.

- Let me see the Chiclets.
- No.

Let me see 'em.

- No.
- Open your...

Gibbs.

What is...?

I have no idea.

Agent Gibbs! I mean, Mister...

Just as I was getting used to

my door being treated as a door.

I'll call you back, Todd.

I need a temporary reinstatement.

I assume you're here

because of ex-Petty
Officer Derrick Paulson.

I read Agent Fornell's report.

Why the sudden, if temporary,

interest in bank robbers?

If you've read Fornell's report,
Jen, then you already know.

We're wasting time.

It's not that simple, Jethro.

You left.

I appreciate what you did for Ziva,

but this is not some gym membership

that you can turn on and off.

No, I can't; but I'm
not director of NCIS.

And the director of NCIS

already filed your retirement package

with Navy Human Resources.

Un-file it.

It doesn't work that way, Jethro.

It would take weeks to reinstate you.

And that's even if you
managed to pass your...

My psych evaluation?

Or are you talking about my
firearms proficiency exam?

No.

That one I'm not worried about.

Wait.

Let me at least...

...validate your parking.

That's strange.

I could've sworn I filed this.

Your retirement package.

I must have accidentally put in

for your unused leave time instead.

Of which, it seems,

there are six days left

until it has to be filed.

Come on, don't tell me you
don't eavesdrop, Cynthia.

Every director's assistant eavesdrops.

He's coming. He's coming.

Hey, Gibbs.

Just visiting the neighborhood or...

taking your desk back?

Let's go.

You should've been
here half an hour ago.

Yeah, i'm just getting Emily settled

- ... at my mom's place.
- Want me to send an agent over?

How many can you spare?

Okay, I've got an idea.

Maybe he lost his memory again
and forgot he quit his job.

Wouldn't he be sitting
at his old desk then?

If Gibbs wanted us to
know what he was doing,

he would've told us. Oh, right.

Because he would never expect us

to figure it out for ourselves.

Gibbs is back... on
temporary assignment.

The Paulson case.

Paulson?!

Petty Officer Derrick
Paulson: knocked over a bank,

killed two of his accomplices,
money was never found.

Paulson's prison cell.

I want to see what was in it.

I've already sent the contents over.

Maybe your techs can find
something mine didn't.

Bye, Daddy!

I'm worried.

She'll be fine, Tobias.

Paulson isn't after her.

I ruined his life, Jethro.

We don't know what he's after.

Anything good?

Yeah.

It's a jailhouse appeal
from some escaped convict.

The guy really knows his forensics.

I knew it! I knew it!

Won't need these anymore now
that you're actually here.

I knew you'd come back.

I'm not back.

Of course you're back.
I can feel your badge.

That is your badge, right?

You are back.

Reinstatement's only temporary, Abs.

Until I can find Paulson.

We'll see about that.

So what can I do for you,

temporarily reinstated Agent Gibbs?

Process the contents of Paulson's cell.

What am I looking for?

Oh, right. Anything
to help you find him.

I want to know what he was
up to before he escaped.

Unless the three of you
have any other suggestions.

Uh...

Hey...

We were, we were just, uh,

eavesdropping like little girls.

But we do have suggestions.

Prison records show

that only one person ever
came to visit Paulson in jail.

Mickey Stokes, 72. Former Navy sailor.

And since Paulson has no family,

we should assume that
he'll try to contact Mickey.

And I already have an address.

Tony, Ziva, you're with me.

McGee, stay here and...

McGee, stay here, help Abby.

...help Abby...

...process Paulson's belongings.

Then gargle this.

Before the rest of us go snow-blind.

Gibbs seemed awfully quiet in the car.

It's not like you were giving
him a chance to talk, Tony.

What, are you nervous he's
going to want his old job back?

No. I'm just bringing him up to speed

on the latest protocols.

What took you hotshots so long?

He's been waiting over an hour.

Hey, shoes off!

Clear.

Clear.

Where is he?

I never said he was here.

Gibbs.

Didn't expect to hear your voice.

I heard you quit.

Retired.

At your age,

that's quitting.

Why don't you turn yourself in,

you can tell me about this in person.

Turn myself in for what?

I'm an innocent man.

Try broken record.

So you're not going to reopen my case?

We both know what I'll find
if I do, so why don't you

tell me what you really want.

I already got it, Agent Gibbs.

So what does he really want?

Our Car.

They appear to be close.

Well, they say the way

to a man's heart is through his stomach.

Meals on Wheels.

Looks like Paulson was a volunteer.

He volunteered to
put... meals on wheels?

They bring food to the elderly, Ziva.

Of course I helped him!

Derrick was like a son to me.

I was the closest
thing he had to family.

What would you do if it
was your kid in trouble?

I would've told him to give
himself up before he got hurt.

I'm glad you ain't my old man, Fornell.

Shoes off!

And I certainly wouldn't let him

steal my car.

Didn't. It was DiNozzo's car.

He just wants you to reopen his case!

You been reading my letters
the past four years?

You bozos got the wrong guy.

Paulson took advantage of you, Mickey.

He only brought you food because you
lived near the bank he was casing.

You wasted your life savings
defending the wrong guy.

Hey!

Not my computer!

I got an online date tonight.

Where is he, Mickey?

He doesn't know.

You sure?

Want to hit him for
aiding and abetting?

He did shelter Paulson,
he gave him money.

I say we use him as bait.

Give Mickey a pass, put a man on
him in case Paulson comes back?

You're the boss.

Yeah?

Where?

Anything in it?

D.C. Metro just found our
car half a mile from here.

The only thing missing was my laptop.

And every file we had on Paulson.

I told you, he just... he just wants

to work on his case.

Except he's had all his
case files since the trial.

Perhaps ours have something his didn't.

They do. The addresses

of the witnesses who
testified against him.

He's not a threat to anyone!

He's on the run and unarmed.

Do you keep any weapons in the house?

Oh, great.

Now you're going to pin
another crime on him?

Just my old Colt.

Where is it?

Paulson could be after any
one of a half dozen witnesses.

I've never seen a convicted
felon file so many appeals.

It's an abuse of the system.

We're all entitled to our day in court.

Not according to Agent Gibbs.

I've been going over his case files.

He seems to prefer a more biblical

approach to things.

If you ask me,

the agency's better off without him.

Oh.

I like you, Michelle, so
I'm just going to pretend

like you didn't say that.

NCIS is lucky to have Gibbs back.

Except he's not staying.

You do realize...

You can kill me without leaving
any forensic evidence behind?

Yeah, you mentioned that.

Good, then. It's settled.

Gibbs is staying.

He has to.

Right, Gibbs?

What do you got for me, Abby?

Paulson's fingerprints on the gun case

and on Mickey's computer.

And he's also visited over
a dozen People Search sites.

I think he was looking for someone.

Yeah, I got that part.

No names yet, but I'm using the FBI's

mainframe to decrypt the search cache.

Oh. You always did
have really good timing.

Mickey?!

Where the hell is Mickey, you tramp?

Mickey isn't here.

It's Mickey's online playmate.

She keeps tunneling through my firewall.

Russell Nash.

Apparently, he's...

The only accomplice Paulson didn't kill.

Yeah, and the one he really should have.

Nash copped a plea and
testified against Paulson.

Paulson got life,

and Nash walked in 18 months.

Skipped out on his parole.

Hasn't been seen since.

Well, if the money was
never found, then maybe

Paulson is looking for Nash

because he thinks Nash has the money.

Or maybe Paulson is looking

for something a little more... biblical.

Thank you.

I'll let Agent Gibbs know immediately.

And I'll see you Saturday.

Okay.

Hey, was the FBI able to
warn all the witnesses?

All except for one.

Is that your third Caf-POW!, McGee?

It's my fourth. How do they look?

Hmm. Maybe you should
switch to blueberries.

Anything good on our tip hotline?

Is there ever?

Half our callers don't
know what a tip is.

Have you spoken to Gibbs yet?

What about?

You're not wondering why he's back?

Help Fornell like he helped you.

Taking a little break, DiNozzo?

Oh, I think you know
exactly what I'm doing,

Agent Gibbs.

Why do you think he's back?

I don't know, but I'm hoping
it's more than just Fornell.

Let's just say I'm getting
sick of the campfires.

Showtime.

Wouldn't let Tony hear you say that.

Say what, Agent McGee?

Yeah, I was just telling
McGee the FBI was able to...

Warn all the witnesses from
Paulson's trial, except for one?

Right! The only one
they couldn't find was...

Russell Nash.

I have much to learn still, Master.

Campfire!

There you go.

Sort of a new thing that I like to do.

I find it focuses the
group better than just, uh,

you know, shouting across the bullpen.

Not that there's
anything wrong with that.

Let's focus on Russell Nash.

The inside man.

Worked for the bank that
Paulson knocked over.

Our only missing witness.

According to Abby,

he's the one Paulson's after.

- We find Nash...
- We find Paulson.

Campfire over.

And the last question.

"In your own words, the difference

between ethics and morals."

Well, the ethical man knows
he shouldn't cheat on his wife,

whereas the moral man actually wouldn't.

You're going to ace
your oral exams, Doctor.

Going back to school?

I never stopped.

The doctor's getting a
degree in Forensic Psychology.

Yes, and with it, I'll be able to add

the Psychological Autopsy to my arsenal.

I'll not only be able
to uncover the hows

of our patient's demise,
but the whys, as well.

I mean, what motivates us
can be a very tricky thing.

I was wondering when you were going

to come down and see me.

I've been busy.

Or avoiding me.

I wonder

why that could be.

I'm not staying.

Oh, I didn't think you were.

I'm aware that when Leroy
Jethro Gibbs makes up his mind,

his mind's made up.

So...

why are you here?

The Paulson case-
how much do you know?

Well, I took the liberty of
examining the M.E.'s reports

on Paulson's two murdered accomplices.

Anything bug you?

It's about as watertight
a case as I've ever seen,

pathologically
speaking- why?

Do you suspect foul
play in the foul play?

No.

Yet you're down here asking me

if anything "bugs you" about the case.

Are you getting one of those
famous gut instincts again?

I've already had that, and it
said that Paulson was guilty.

And when Leroy Jethro
Gibbs makes up his mind,

his mind's made up.

Too bad for Petty Officer Paulson.

Let's hope things work out

better for you in Mexico.

Uh-huh.

No word on the Russell Nash

BOLO, but we got something
off the tip hotline on Paulson.

What? Paulson.

Hey, Jethro.

Hey, you got a tip hotline to find me,

but nothing on my
original case. Not cool.

Gonna have to do something about that.

But for now,

just calling to say thanks for the car.

I left you a token of my
appreciation in return.

I'm sure you'll find it soon.

Called his own tip hotline.

I'm starting to like this guy.

We're getting an address
from the back trace now.

We got it!

It's in the city. 4242...

Adams Boulevard?

You been there before, boss?

Yeah.

That's where Paulson
killed his two accomplices.

Is Agent Gibbs aware

our warrant hasn't
officially come through yet?

Yeah, I think he got it by the
fifth time you told him, Lee.

Got my teams out front.

Any idea what his game is this time?

Not a clue.

Okay, McGee, Ziva,

fire escape, Lee...

Watch the cars.

Get back.

I imagine you'd rather
be enjoying a nice drink

in a cantina right about now.

The thought had crossed my mind.

Mine, too.

Any bets on Paulson's
token of appreciation?

Let's hope it' s not Russell
Nash's head on a stick.

Federal Agents!

It appears ex-Petty Officer Paulson

is attempting to highlight

the discrepancies in this crime scene.

Yeah. Picked up on that.

For a guilty man, he's unusually

intent on trying to
convince us of his innocence.

Picked up on that, too.

No one heard the shooting?

Well, it's not exactly

a Neighborhood Watch kind of place.

And the fact that
Paulson's DNA was found

under this victim's fingernails,

but there was no other
sign of a struggle?

Mm-hmm. See that about a
quarter of the time, Ziva.

Why isn't he running?

That's a good question.

What's that gut of yours say?

Four years ago? That Paulson was guilty.

Didn't mean four years ago.

Paulson isn't after Nash

for the money from the bank job.

He's after Nash because Nash

is the one man who can exonerate him.

So was your gut wrong four years ago,

or is it wrong now?

Our job is not to reopen Paulson's case.

Just catch him.

Paulson's already
reopened his case, Ziva.

Doesn't matter what our job is,

if we want to figure out his next move.

Now we're have to reopen it, too.

Smart kid.

The public defender
who represented Paulson

is out on maternity leave.

- Prosecutor?
- Naval reservist.

Deployed to Iraq two years ago.

Killed by an IED last month.

Unless we find someone
familiar with the Paulson case,

it'll take us days just
to catch up to speed,

much less anticipate
Paulson's next move.

Relax.

Gibbs brought in Mickey Stokes.

No one knows Paulson better than him.

Is he even a lawyer?

Well, we can't all be lawyers,

Agent Lee.

So what changed your mind

about my boy?

Great Oz finally give you guys a heart?

Who said I've changed my mind?

Ah, definitely wasn't a brain.

If Paulson was framed,
we need to find out how.

Maybe it was a brain.

Either way, thank you.

I've waited a long time
for someone to listen.

Don't thank me just yet.

Jury had two weeks,

they didn't buy that Paulson was framed.

You have one day

to convince our forensic
scientist otherwise.

You must be Mickey.

Well... I'll be

whoever you want me to be.

Mickey will do just fine.

I like your outfit.

Thank you.

My dog has a collar like that.

So, for the sake of argument, let's say

that Derrick Paulson was framed.

That makes Russell
Nash your prime suspect.

Exactly, Director.

Hey, Gibbs.

Why don't you come on over and join us

for a little campfire?

Where's he going?

Basement. Fornell.

- Whiskey.
- Not tonight.

His real estate agent's
fumigating his house.

Apparently, Gibbs got termites.

I'd offer you the sofa,

but when I told Emily
you were staying over,

she insisted you take her room.

Even said you can sleep with
her Raspberry Rumtart doll.

Daddy, watch.

You may now kiss the bride.

So, it was four wives.

Unless there's anything
else you want to tell me.

Something you want to know, Tobias?

You had a family, Jethro.

I know you like to play it
close to the vest, but...

Hell, I was married to your second wife.

I tried to warn you. I know, I know.

I didn't listen.

If I did, I might still have a house

with a guest bedroom for you.

I know it's not our usual stuff.

So we screwed up?

Let's wait and see what Abby says.

We screwed up. Big time.

I'm sure it wasn't the first time,

and I know it's not gonna be the last.

My last.

Least we can still make it right.

If Russell Nash did frame Paulson,

he's not going to come
clean when Paulson finds him.

He's going to kill Paulson.

I know it.

I said we screwed up, didn't I?

It's funny how things work out.

When I was a kid,

all I ever thought about
was being an FBI Agent.

Now...

not a day goes by I don't
think about being a kid.

I don't pay it much attention.

The way I figure it,

anyone who doesn't
want to quit this job...

isn't doing it right.

My mother'll kill me if she sees this.

It's a henna tattoo; It'll
come off in a few days.

Looks good.

Of course, I love a girl with tattoos.

I've noticed.

Can we just get this over with?

Go over there.

Could you move around a bit?

All right, how about
just walk back and forth?

Try a... a little attitude!

A little attitude.

You know, swing the hips, you know.

Hey, give us something to dance to.

Kick it up.

Swing the pelvis, look.

Like you're walking down the stage.

Come on, get the shoulders going...

Stop it.

Huh, the shoulders?

Okay. Come on, do it.

Okay, only 'cause it's you, Mickey.

Yeah.

This is not what it looks like.

Abby, please turn the music off.

Now, please, off.

I'm so...

This is what we were doing, sir:

we were working
on the Pauls-

We were...

We were establishing a baseline

of henna ink's optical reflectivity.

You want to know why?

Glad you asked. We're
trying to figure out

if the evidence was
planted to frame Paulson.

Yeah, like the DNA they found.

That could easily have
come from some... uh...

Why is he looking at me like that?

He's kind of a bottom line guy.

Bottom line: the more Mickey

told us, the guiltier Paulson looked.

Until we looked at
video from the bank job.

Paulson was identified
by his custom tattoo.

One of a kind,

unique as a fingerprint and pretty cool.

With the corroborating evidence,

it was more than enough
for a jury to convict.

You think it's a copy?

That's why we were taking the pictures.

It looks like a henna tattoo.

But if Russell Nash had a
copy made to frame Paulson...

- There'd be a color-mismatch.
- Can you prove it?

Yeah, but...

I'm gonna have to see Paulson's

original tattoo for the test.

He'll never go for that.

Not unless he believes you're serious

about reopening his case.

And he won't believe that

until you haul in that
bastard, Russell Nash.

We're working on it.

We've got a lead on that, too.

The FBI has been doing background checks

on all of Nash's buddies.

Meet Gary Silverstin.

Russell Nash's old roommate.

He used to work at a tattoo shop.

It could just be a coincidence...

Wow, he hates me.

No, no, no, no, no, no.

Careful, Gary.

I told you, stand five steps back.

Insurance reasons.

You can get insurance to be a flipper?

Human Directional.

You're a sign, Gary.

Yeah, I'm the future.

You know what, man?

I brought in an extra ten grand

last month to Broadbus Burger.

In a couple years, this'll
probably be an Olympic sport.

You think you could be happy
flipping a sign all day?

I don't know.

I think you'd get bored.

You've got to stop
doing that- stop it!

Am I under arrest?

No. Then, no, man.

I work by the hour.

Gary...

I can think of a lot
of ways to arrest you.

A lot of 'em.

All right, well, what
else is there to say?

Yeah, I worked at a tat shop.

Yes, I lived with Nash.

No, I don't know where he is.

And I don't know nothing
about no bank robbery.

That all went down after he moved out.

All right?

Sorry, dude.

Good luck in Beijing in '08, Gary.

I'm just saying, a man of your drive

and ambition needs a certain kind of...

I'm not staying, Ziva.

That obvious?

So, how'd it go?

I'll tell you in 20 seconds.

He's already making a call.

Putting it on speaker.

NASH Hey, you got Nash.

Leave me a message after the beep.

I'd say that went well.

Hey, Nash, it's Gary S.

Now I know you told me to
call you here never, man,

but there was some feds here

and they were asking
questions about that tat.

It's a Baltimore prefix.

At least I think they were
Feds. I never heard of no N-C-

C- I-S...
Got it.

82 West Pratt Street,

apartment 12.

I know it- 40
miles north of here.

Not bad for rush hour.

Only you could make it 40
miles in 30 minutes, Boss.

Something's wrong.

Maybe Paulson beat us here

and found out the hard way that Nash

wasn't willing to change his testimony.

Stay right where you
are; don't come closer.

Yes, all right.

It's Nash.

The end is never pleasant.

For this young man, doubly so.

At least he had a great
view on the way down.

I doubt that he enjoyed it,

seeing that his jaw was broken

as well as six of his fingers

and his knee.

And all this before he fell.

Killer beat him first.

More like he was interrogated.

This damage is too methodical,

too calculated to be a simple beating.

Whoever did this was after information.

And when he got it...

he repaid his victim with these.

Guess we can rule out suicide.

Yes, unless Mr. Nash

was able to shoot himself in the back

three times in a row.

Ugh... do we have to do this now?

The slugs are Winchester hollowpoints.

Winchester hollowpoints.

Hey, Gibbs. Gibbs.

Cool, huh?

They were fired from the
Colt that Baltimore P.D.

found near the scene.

Abs, did you run the serial number?

It's the same gun that Paulson
took from Mickey Stokes' house.

He tried to wipe it, but I found

a partial print.

So the gentleman who asked
us to prove his innocence...

just killed the one man
who could exonerate him.

Nash didn't frame
Paulson- they were partners

until Nash double-crossed him.

Our ex-Petty Officer didn't
want to clear himself,

he was looking for the money.

And he used us to take
him straight to the bank.

Smart kid.

But if your gut says Paulson's innocent,

then maybe we're missing something.

The only thing that
I am missing right now

is happy hour at Carlos' Cantina.

But you're Security, right?

Don't let Gibbs leave the building.

I already told you why, Tom!

Abby. Never mind. False alarm.

Gibbs, oh, my God.

I was so sure that you'd be halfway

to Mexico by now.

Sorry, you're a flight risk. Abby!

We're going to figure
this case out, Gibbs.

We always do!

You already figured it out.

No, but you're going to.

I want to know how Paulson knows.

Knows what? Everything.

Everything that we seem to.

Russell Nash hid the money
from the bank job somewhere.

Paulson gets to it before us...

He's gone for good.

So where is it?

Nash was using an assumed name.

All transactions were cash-only.

Money's not in a bank.

Storage, maybe. A third

party could be holding it.

I'll look at properties under an alias.

Maybe he hid the money
in a mattress somewhere.

Campfire over.

Where's Gibbs? I don't know.

Anything wrong? Uh, well,

actually, yeah, there's
quite a lot wrong, Ziva.

Aside from McGee's teeth,

we have a dead man
who shouldn't be dead,

an innocent man who
isn't really innocent

and a trail that's about to run cold

because our perp has managed
to stay one step ahead of us

since this whole thing started!

You're just noticing that now, DiNozzo?

Oh, no, it's kind of been a theme.

Careful that's, um, easy to...

...break.

It's a shortwave RF bug.

Paulson probably

planted it in your Dictaphone
when he stole your car.

And I've been burning campfires to CD.

The Dictaphone has been in my
lab pretty much the entire day.

At least now we know how Paulson
tracked down Russell Nash.

There's the little bugger.

Can you backtrack it, Abs?

It's impossible without
a private cipher.

But... I think I know
where we can get one.

Paulson's crew bugged the bank's
general manager for two weeks

before the robbery- it was a
custom job, just like this one.

The cops interviewed the bug-maker.

Cleared him of any involvement.

I would bet a Caf-POW! that
this came from the same guy.

How can you tell?

He signed his name.

"It is a crime for any person

"acting under color of the law

to deprive any citizen
of their legal rights."

Title Eighteen, U.S. Code.

No one is depriving you of your rights.

We're simply asking for a
copy of the cipher you made.

"No one shall be compelled

in any criminal case to be
a witness against himself."

That'd be the Fifth Amendment.

And no one has accused
you of a crime, either.

Then why'd your goon
confiscate my files?

Goon?!

Told you to stop
hunching your shoulders.

How do you know he
wasn't talking about you?

It's called a mirror, McGee.

No, I said every exit,
not every other exit.

For same the reason you
don't floss every other tooth.

Where's that cipher, DiNozzo?

We hit a little snafu, boss.

Gibbs.

The federal code also states Yeah.

that not only have the right

to remain silent, but to withhold

any information I see fit.

If this keeps up, we may be forced

to unleash Agent Lee.

- Now, this should be quick.
- Better be.

We got a fugitive on the
run with a pretty big lead.

The Fugitive...

You can stare at me all day, G-man.

I ain't talking.

You got something to hide?

What, so I refuse to talk
and that means I'm guilty?

You ever heard of
Miranda v.Arizona, 1966?

And here, all this time, how could

I have missed it? It's that simple.

Missed what?

Gibbs is clearly Tommy Lee Jones.

Right, I mean there's no argument there.

Which makes me Joey Pants;
initially, I was a little...

What happened?

We've been avoiding the word
fugitive for the last two days.

He made the connection himself. Oh.

The bottom line, Eyeballs,

I run a lawfully licensed spy shop.

I'm not responsible for
what my clientele does

with my product.

I don't have to answer any more

of your questions, no
matter what you say.

I got this little girl...

who wants to go home to her dad.

And that's not going to
happen without your help.

So...

please.

Did Gibbs just say...?

Mm-hmm.

What-What did you, uh, what'd
you want to know, again?

Signal's strong, no movement.

Got eyes on the target, Ziva?

I did; suspect's in the
house and he's not alone.

You sure?

I heard Paulson's voice.

Let me give you some more
money, in case you need it.

I won't.

In position, boss.

Then here, take this.

Gun. Move, move.

Please, just take it.

Hold it!

Hold it!

Don't do it, Derrick; we will shoot you.

Tony, McGee, put your weapons down.

I was wrong.

I know you're innocent, Petty Officer.

But you're not, Mickey.

DiNozzo.

You're under arrest for
the murders of Russell Nash,

his two accomplices in the
Greater Virginia Bank robbery.

And last but not least

the Greater Virginia Bank robbery.

Is your porch light on?

First, you wrongly
accuse Derrick and now me.

We also found the bug you planted

in our forensic tech's lab.

We were almost as
surprised as you look now,

when the guy you bought it from

pointed you out in that
photo, instead of Paulson.

This is ridiculous.

Do I look like I got five million bucks

laying around?!

If he set me up, where's the money?

They don't know what
they're talkin' about.

It's here.

It's been here the whole time.

It's a Rosewood Bureau Plat desk,

19th century. That's 38 thousand dollars

First edition of Huckleberry Finn

20,000 dollars

Looks like in the bedroom, You've
got a Chipendale-Mahogany case clock

That's six fingers easy!

Mcgee, you don't collect all
these stuff on a Navy pension.

Wow! wow!

Agent Gibbs.

Don't talk to me, I
think he should shoot you.

Except he's never been a killer.

And I don't think
you're gonna start now.

And miss his trial? Not for the world...

You're a real piece of work, McGee.

Antiques roadshow.

I just came by to tell you that Derrick
Pauleson has been cleared of all charges.

- You saved that boy's life.
- Yeah boss I were.

Don't sell yourself short.

- Or is it too late for that?
- There's supposed to be some sort of peptalk?

came here to stay Jen?

You don't want me back.

No I don't.

Or you won't be able
to handle me, Director?

No Jethro.

I'm afraid you won't
able to handle yourself.

You've already been in two comas.

You might not come out of a third.

The fact is you're good.

The best.

When you're as good, it's
something as you are when you

can make a difference like
you can you just don't quit.

You know, you used to
be a nice person, McGee.

I think sitting at Tony's desk
is affecting your personality.

For the better, mcGee picked
up a girl all by himself.

- Yeah, at a funeral.
- You didn't tell me that.

Well, you were right.

Because when women are vulnerable,

Get right in there.

What?