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[CAR HORNS HONKING]

[SPEAKING IN RUSSIAN]

[SIRENS WAILING]

Driver's licence and registration, sir.

[IN ENGLISH] Sorry, officer. My wife, uh...

Pregnant.

She's always calling me when I'm driving.

GIOTTl: And registration, sir.

Gun! Sir, put your hands up on the dashboard.

- But my wife-- - Hands on the dashboard.

I wanna see your hands.

Nice and slow. I want your hands through the window,

opening the door from the outside and step out of the car.

Now.

- Charlie? JORDAN: I got it.

On the hood, sir, now. Hands behind your back.

You just fired this gun, sir.

[CAR HORN HONKS]

[TYRES SCREECHING]

[CAR HORN HONKING]

Damn.

You okay, sir? Sir?

[HONKING STOPS]

- Men are such bad liars. - But if a good liar was telling you a lie,

you would not know it was a lie.

- Ha! I would. McGEE:How would you know?

- Know what? - When an expert liar

is telling Ziva a lie.

And this started how?

Well, I told her that I went to the gym this morning.

No skill in guessing you were fibbing, probie.

You may have lost weight and I am very proud of you.

But gym is definitely not your middle name.

Okay, well, Ziva thinks that all men are liars.

Really?

So if I were to lie to you, you would be able to tell?

[ZIVA CHUCKLES]

- Particularly you. - You think?

- Wouldn't go there, Tony. - Oh, watch and weep.

True or false?

I had eggs for breakfast this morning.

- True. - Lucky guess.

Last night, I had a date with a very beautiful woman.

- False. - She's good.

My first car was a shiny new red Corvette.

False.

Strike three. I win.

- How did you do that? - When you said you had a Corvette,

you looked down and to the left. A telltale sign when people lie.

- And the date? ZIVA: Tony,

if you'd gone out with a beautiful woman last night,

- you'd have talked about it all day. - I would?

- Oh, yeah. - Okay, how could you possibly know

that I had eggs for breakfast?

Gear up. We got a message from a dead guy.

- Ready to roll, boss. - DiNozzo?

Yeah, boss?

You got egg on your shirt.

Not just your shirt.

DUCKY: It's amazing what the human body can endure.

This poor fellow probably lasted longer than he should.

- How much longer? - Several minutes.

Not much when you stack it against a lifetime of minutes,

but minutes nonetheless.

He could have driven a couple of miles.

GIOTTl: More like a couple of city blocks.

Traffic sucks this time of day.

According to his military ID, he's Chief Petty Officer Jack T. Vale.

- You know him? GIBBS: No.

Well, he knows you guys.

Jackpot. Gotta be 50 or 60 bucks there.

DUCKY: Yeah, there's more in his trouser pocket.

TONY: What do you think? Illegal slots?

Maybe he was on his way to a video arcade.

Maybe he was doing laundry.

That's a lot of laundry.

Maybe he was a once-a-month kind of man.

I do it once a week.

Laundry.

Who's the fare?

GIOTTl: Oh, that's Robert John Stevens.

But the guy's got an accent as thick as Polish sausage, so I ain't buying it.

Found a loaded .38 on the seat. Recently fired.

Got an exit wound?

No, there doesn't appear to be an exit wound.

So I dig out the bullet, you match it to the weapon and hey, presto.

Justice prevails.

Open-and-shut case, boss.

No such thing, DiNozzo. Only watertight.

DUCKY: Give me a call when you're finished.

TONY: You got it, Ducky.

TONY: It doesn't look like a fake ID. - Fake.

What are you talking about? You barely got a look at it.

I can spot a fake a mile away.

Huh. I had the best fake ID in college.

Never got turned away from a bar.

Never?

Never.

- Once. - Once?

- Or twice. - A month?

A week. But listen, we went out every night.

It was a college town. They're very tough there.

Eagle-eyed bouncers. You really had to act the part too, you know?

You had to be mature, worldly, kind of grown up.

So it wasn't really the ID, it was you.

Are you kidding me? No.

No, I was--

I was the master of fake.

Last call dialled was 911.

Cops will have it on tape. Maybe this one'll be easy.

Fake name.

Fake plates.

Real weapon.

Real guy dead.

When he first saw you, he called 911.

When you realised he was trailing you, you shot him.

Even the very, very good ones

slip up eventually.

And you,

Mr. Stevens,

you're not very good.

- Women want men to lie to them. - Not true.

"Honey, does my butt look big in these pants to you?"

"Actually, yeah, sweetheart.

Your butt looks as big as Alabama.

Didn't wanna say anything but you got the 'Bama-butt going on."

See? You want us to lie to you, so we do.

Especially if your butt is as big as 'Bama.

Not that-- Not that your butt is big.

- And not that I've even looked. - Oh, liar.

Okay, I have looked. But, you know, I never--

- Never what? - Oh, no. Ha-ha!

I'm catching on to you.

You're not gonna get me to say something

and then do your little Mossad true-or-false trick.

I'm too smart for that.

Of course you are.

[DOOR OPENS]

- Ziva. - Gibbs.

How many languages do you speak?

[SPEAKS IN FRENCH]

TONY: Ah, French.

[ZIVA SPEAKS IN GERMAN]

[IN GERMAN ACCENT] Und German.

[SPEAKS IN ITALIAN]

[IN NORMAL VOICE] Italian, of course.

[SPEAKS IN ARABIC]

- Greek? - Arabic.

Nice, boss.

[SPEAKS IN RUSSIAN]

Ah, got him. He's Russian.

Looked down and to the left. Sure sign of a liar.

That's very good, DiNozzo.

- Thanks, boss. - Did Ziva tell you that?

[DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES]

Tell me you found a match on our suspect's prints, Abs.

Negative. Still processing.

What we do have is $73 and 65 cents.

That's what the victim was carrying. And there's no pennies.

He probably threw them out.

A lot of people do, you know. I mean, I don't, but other people do.

Do you know how many pennies are thrown out or put into jars every year?

- Enlighten me. - Three and a half billion.

Billion, Gibbs. That's like $35 million in pennies.

That's a lot of pennies in any language.

- Including Russian. - No, Russians don't have pennies.

They have kopecks. What does it have to do with Russian?

Run his prints through Immigration and let's find out.

Oh, because he's a foreigner

and every visitor is printed when they enter the U.S.

Clever, Gibbs.

Okay, I reviewed the 911 call. Ready?

VALE [ON RECORDING]: My name is Jack Vale.

This is really important, okay?

I've identified a terrorist, a known terrorist.

I'm following him downtown right now. Get someone over here. Call NC--

[STATIC CRACKLES]

NCIS. I'm guessing an overtaxed relay tower

in the downtown area caused the line to drop off before he finished.

But, Gibbs, this guy works in the Supply Department.

What would he know about terrorists?

- That's a good question. - I also isolated the background noise.

[MACHINE WHIRRING ON RECORDING]

It's kind of a Pac-Man-retro- meets-Vegas sort of thing.

Not something you hear in a car.

He was on foot when he made the call.

[COMPUTER BEEPS]

We have a winner.

Nikolai Aleksandrovich Puchenko. Russian.

[COMPUTER BEEPING]

Uh-oh.

And there's a Homeland Security alert.

You're not the only one interested in Mr. Nikolai Puchenko.

[SPEAKING IN RUSSIAN]

I want lawyer.

[IN ENGLISH] Get a good one.

Tell him the charge is going to be murder.

DUCKY: I'm afraid it's not that simple.

Normally, matching the bullet to the weapon

shouldn't present us with any great difficulty.

But this is far from normal.

How far?

Oh, I haven't seen anything like it in 25 years of slicing and dicing.

Well, the bullet entered below the rib cage,

travelling from left to right. It nicked the pancreas,

missed the liver, deflected off the fifth rib

and gouged its way through soft tissue and perforated the stomach.

No exit wound.

And so that's where it appears to have, um...

To have, um, what, Dr. Mallard?

Vanished.

It's not in the bullet furrow and it's not showing up on any of the x-rays.

I mean, I don't know where it's gone.

I'm afraid we don't have a bullet.

McGEE: The 911 call was routed through this tower here.

Ever heard of Operation Sunburst?

That locates Vale somewhere in this area when he made the call.

Outside the circle would've meant the call was routed

through a different tower.

Back in '91. Come on. Anyone. Operation Sunburst.

About three city blocks.

Less. Abby said the signal dropped out.

That probably puts him at the outside edge

of the reception area of that tower.

That's pretty clever, boss. How did you figure that out?

- Too much time around you. TONY: Boss.

Operation Sunburst. Do you know it?

It was a sting. One of our ops. Chief Vale was part of it.

He was just a P03 back then.

Detailed from the Supply Department to NIS for five weeks.

Get that file from archives.

I can't.

I mean, it's not possible, boss. I got the index reference,

but when I called the archive, they said the file was missing.

Check the log. Who booked it out last?

TONY: CIA.

So I guess that's not a who, it's more of an it.

Who was the NIS case agent?

What time is it in Mexico right now?

Cantina time.

[PHONE RINGING]

[CROWD CHATTERING IN SPANISH]

Sí? Sí.

Washington, señor.

Only one person in Washington, D.C.,

knows where to find me this time of day.

How you doing, probie?

Well, I'm surviving. You?

Sun's hot. Ocean's warm. Beer's cold. Got no complaints.

You change your mind?

Every day.

But then something stops me.

What's stopping you this time?

Operation Sunburst.

That was a long time ago.

You remember a petty officer named Vale?

Right guy, right place, right time.

Went undercover for us.

Yeah, well, he was shot dead this morning.

And you think this has something to do with Sunburst?

Well, you tell me. We've got a suspect.

A Russian.

Arkady Kobach?

Nikolai Puchenko.

Arkady Kobach is the man you need to worry about.

Puchenko and he served together.

When the Soviet Union started falling apart,

they got into the arms trade.

Wanted to buy some of our Stingers to sell to Chechen terrorists.

Tried to bribe Vale in the Supply Department.

So you sent him undercover?

Someone tipped them off.

They hightailed it back to Eastern Europe.

A month later the CIA stuck its nose in and our file conveniently went missing.

What happened to Vale?

He bumped into Puchenko on the street.

Recognised him. Tried to follow him.

Puchenko shot him.

I hope you've got an ironclad case.

This piece of scum is way overdue.

Yeah.

Working on it, boss.

Good luck with the fishing down there.

Thanks for the tip.

Good luck.

We got a case yet, DiNozzo?

Like you said, working on it, boss.

We've narrowed down the area where he was shot.

And we do have a suspect in possession of a gun.

- Which means murder one. - With a bullet.

If we can find one.

[DOOR OPENS]

Hi, Ducky.

A penny for your thoughts.

Or three and a half billion pennies.

That was a-- It was an in-joke.

So I have a pristine bullet sample fired from our suspect's .38.

All I need is the bullet you pulled from him. I'll make a match,

and we'll send the bad guys wherever the bad guys go when we catch them.

Where do the bad guys go when we catch them?

The bullet's disappeared, Abby.

- I thought there was no exit wound. - There is no exit wound.

Maybe it fell out, like in his clothes or something.

I already checked.

- Or an evidence bag. - Checked.

- Or a body bag. - Ditto.

Well, bullets don't just disappear, Ducky.

Unless it's an ice bullet.

I saw this cool movie one time where this guy carved a bullet out of ice--

It's not an ice bullet.

Do you really think you lost a bullet?

I didn't lose it.

At least, I don't think I did.

Oh, Ducky.

I'd be sick to my stomach if I lost evidence

or screwed something up, like a DNA sample or a fingerprint.

Of course. That's gotta be it.

Nothing else makes any sense. Abby, you are a genius.

[DOOR OPENS]

FRANKS: Probie?

GIBBS: Yeah.

What's this? Number three?

Four.

Would have thought you'd have been done practising by now.

There's always something to learn, Mike.

Hard lessons.

- Yeah, some harder than others. - Got any extra fine?

You didn't waste any time getting here.

You were expecting me?

Well, I would have been disappointed if you didn't come.

Yeah, well, let's just say I don't like loose ends, probie.

It'll take more than loose ends to get you off that beach in Baja.

These scumbags have been selling weapons to tyrants and terrorists

ever since they gave us the slip.

Guns and bombs and RPGs used to kill American soldiers and Marines

in every hellhole from Mogadishu to Baghdad.

It's time it ended.

You know who tipped them?

Rumour was they'd agreed to supply

some new high-tech Soviet missile to CIA.

Guess they figured they wouldn't get their missile

if their arms dealers were in prison.

Which is exactly where I was gonna send them.

You've got a chance here, probie.

Don't screw it up.

FRANKS: Same to you, Nikolai.

- Who's that with him? - Marty Allen. His lawyer.

Hope he's not a good lawyer.

- Enjoy your tour? - Yeah.

The place is like a video arcade.

You've got more technology in one room

than we had in every office across the whole damn country.

If I needed to interrogate someone when I worked at Camp Pendleton,

I'd take them into the broom closet with a telephone directory.

Yeah, no broom closet, no telephone directory,

no smoking.

Another three reasons why I left just in...

...time.

Special Agent Gibbs, may I have a moment?

Hoo-rah, Gunny.

- You know that guy? - Yeah.

Like a rat knows a snake.

Director Shepard.

Special Agent Gibbs, this is Roy Carver, Homeland Security.

Agent Gibbs.

JEN: Mr. Carver is here in relation to a suspect we're holding.

Nikolai Puchenko.

I'd like you to transfer him into Mr. Carver's custody.

- Why? - He's working for us.

He's providing valuable intel on the arms trade

among terrorist groups in Eastern Europe.

Was he working for you when he killed a sailor yesterday?

I read the preliminary autopsy report on that, Agent Gibbs.

Seems there's a lack of evidence linking Puchenko to the crime.

GIBBS: He was carrying an illegal firearm.

- Not connected to the shooting. - Yet.

CARVER: Well, find evidence that proves he was involved

in any serious criminal activity, and I promise,

I'll hand him right back to you.

Do we have anything yet, Agent Gibbs?

We will.

Until we do, I'm releasing him to Homeland Security.

Ziva, get Puchenko.

TONY: Hello, this is Special Agent DiNozzo.

Ziva is coming down to pick up Puchenko.

If he walks out of here, you won't see him again.

Any evidence you have won't be worth spit.

We haven't got enough evidence to even clear our throat.

We can't charge him with anything.

JEN: Mr. Carver, if you'll just sign these custody-transfer forms?

Director.

May I draw your attention to an NIS case codenamed Sunburst,

which dealt with serious allegations

of arms smuggling by this man, Nikolai Puchenko.

JEN: I'm aware of the case, Mr. Franks.

As I recall, the file was lost, Mike.

I made a copy, Roy.

Jack Vale was the key witness.

He's dead.

You don't have anyone to testify.

I was the case agent.

I'll testify.

Serious enough charges for you, Director Shepard?

Take him back into custody. I'm sorry, Mr. Carver.

NCIS is not through with this man.

Homeland Security looks forward to reviewing the files.

This is an outrage.

I strongly protest your department's treatment of my client.

[PUCHENKO SPEAKING IN RUSSIAN]

ZIVA: Come on.

What did he just say?

He said, "You're a dead man, Mike."

GIBBS: We're taking Puchenko's threat to kill Franks seriously.

So now, this is who we have to worry about.

McGee?

Arkady Mikhailovich Kobach.

Late 40s. Served with Puchenko in the Spetsnaz.

That's the Soviet Special Forces. First Afghanistan, then Chechnya.

In 1990, Arkady executed three clerks in the payroll office

because they could not pay his men.

He then shot the colonel who came to arrest him.

Been dealing arms ever since.

I want a 24-hour protection detail.

- DiNozzo, you're team leader. - You're in safe hands, Mike.

I've seen your hands, DiNozzo. They don't impress me.

I don't need babysitting, Gunny.

I can look after myself.

After spending four months in that craphole you call a home in Baja,

I find that highly debatable.

- Safe house, boss? - Yep. Mine.

- Make yourself at home, Tony. - Won't touch a thing.

McGee.

We'll be right down.

Boss, Ducky found a bullet.

DUCKY: It's fascinating where bullets can end up.

I once found a .22-calibre slug in a woman's knee

and she'd been shot in the chest. You see, the bullet entered her heart,

was pumped down through the aorta, into the iliac,

and on down into the femoral artery.

Extraordinary.

- So the missing bullet's in his knee? - No. Good heavens, no.

That's much too easy. And anyway, it would have shown up on the x-rays.

So where is it?

I have no idea. None at all.

You said you found it.

Well, I have. I just don't know where.

I can, however, tell you how.

It was Abby who gave me the idea

when she said that she would be sick to her stomach

if she ever lost evidence.

Sick. That's the key word.

So I had Abby run some tests of material I took from his oesophagus.

And we found traces of protein pepsin along with all sorts of other things

such as sulphides, oleic acid, polyphenols.

But the smoking gun, so to speak, was the presence of Triticum durum.

- Pasta? DUCKY: Well, specifically,

spaghetti cooked with garlic and olive oil.

Spaghetti Aglio e Olio, as the Romans say.

Very nice with a glass of Sangiovese.

Anyway, anyway, when the bullet became lodged in his stomach,

he became sick.

What you might call projectile vomit.

He puked up the bullet?

Yeah, find the puke and you'll find the projectile.

So you want us to look for a pile of dried-up vomit?

Yes, and I'll need a generous sample

so I can positively match it to what I found in the victim.

Oh, and of course, the bullet.

Ziva, McGee, get on to it.

Well, boss, we have narrowed it down to a few city blocks.

Vale must have still been on foot when he was shot,

or he would have gotten sick in the car.

So maybe a parking garage or a parking lot?

- That narrows it down. - Yeah, go. Go.

Don't come back without the bullet.

Where is Mike?

I thought you were supposed to be protecting him.

I was. I mean--

He was right here.

- He couldn't have gone far, boss. - Don't count on it.

TONY: Franks.

Franks?

Couldn't find a broom closet.

How do you know Carver?

Just another spook from the old days that made my job difficult.

You never mentioned you made a backup copy of that file.

- It was a long time ago, probie. - Is it enough?

Should do the trick.

What's in it?

Where'd you learn to be such a pain in the ass?

Working with you.

There's a lot of people who wanna see what's in that file, Mike.

Guess they're gonna be disappointed.

There's nothing to see.

But there's plenty to listen to.

Vale was wearing a wire?

And I was on the other end of it, listening to every word.

Dubbed a copy.

I tell what I heard, the audio tape backs me up and everybody's happy.

- Except for Nikolai. - Where's the tape?

- Safe. - How safe?

Safe enough that no one's found it for 15 years.

This director...

She's okay, I guess.

But I get the feeling that you've been working under her a little too long.

The world's changing, Mike.

All of the lines are getting blurred, probie.

Hard for a man not to step over them.

And you can call off this protection detail.

- I can take care of myselfjust fine. - No, I can't do that, Mike.

All you have to be is a half a second slower and you're dead.

Or the other guy just has to be a half-second faster,

just like it's always been.

I found him, boss.

Nice work, DiNozzo.

No Italian restaurants.

He must have eaten somewhere else and driven here.

It couldn't have been this public.

You don't shoot someone where everyone can see you, do you?

I never do.

Unless, of course, it can't be helped.

Alleys, service lanes, parking lots.

[MACHINE WHIRRING]

You hear that?

- What am I listening for? - Tch-tch-tch-tch.

It's Abby's mystery sound.

[COINS CLATTERING]

That explains all the coins. A coin counter.

Vale must have been waiting to use it when he saw Nikolai.

In the market?

Even arms dealers need groceries.

Okay, so he made the 911 call,

followed Nikolai.

Into the parking lot.

Ground zero.

I got puke.

That's a lot of regurgitation.

It doesn't look fresh.

It doesn't smell fresh.

Does it ever? That could be blood.

Or the colonel's special dipping sauce.

[McGEE SIGHS]

Well, we could toss a coin.

Or not.

All right, give me some gloves.

You didn't pack the gloves.

I thought you packed the gloves.

Heh-heh-heh. I didn't pack the gloves.

All right, give me something.

[GAGS]

[BOTH GROANING]

Ah, there's nothing here.

Uh, do you have a tissue or something?

We have got to buy some gloves.

[DOOR OPENS]

[MAN COUGHS AND VOMITS]

This is gonna be a long day.

Need-to-know basis.

And this one you didn't need to know.

How well do you know Carver?

Um, been with Homeland Security since the start up.

Before that.

- NSA? - Try CIA.

In '91, he was trying to get a sneak peek at top-secret Soviet hardware,

which links him directly to Puchenko and Kobach.

Sounds speculative.

And if I'm right?

If you're right, it probably was Carver who tipped off Kobach and Puchenko

when we were gonna arrest them in '91.

Hey, and look who pops up to get Nikolai off the hook?

The CIA has a shopping list. Carver is the buyer.

I want him taken out of the loop.

You don't seriously think that Carver's leaking information

- to Kobach on Mike Franks? - He did it in '91.

No Mike, no case.

Puchenko walks. Probably right into a deal with Carver.

Jen, listen to me.

Take him off the need-to-know list.

Too late. Carver's already been briefed.

You're supposed to be inside the house, Mike.

Nice catch.

I must be getting sloppy.

Well, I smelled the cigarette smoke.

I can smoke inside if you want.

I don't think that's a good idea.

Nope.

[TWIG SNAPS]

[CELL PHONE RINGS]

- Hello? GIBBS: DiNozzo, it's Gibbs.

Boss. We were just talking about you.

We've got a security problem.

Time to go off-script. Where's Franks?

Well, he's right here--

Mike?

Mike.

Tony.

DiNozzo.

Tony.

- Did I lose any hair? PARAMEDIC: Ha-ha-ha. No.

- How is he? - He'll live.

Well, I've been hit harder, boss, by you.

GIBBS: How many were there?

I didn't see. Came up real fast from behind.

The rest of our guys deployed from the house in less than 30 seconds,

- but they were already gone. - With Mike?

There must have been two teams. One to take me down

and the other to snatch him.

Whoever did it, they were good.

Sorry, boss.

So why grab him when all they had to do was kill him?

He was holding evidence.

- Where? - He wouldn't tell me.

Well, I guess you didn't hold a blowtorch to his eyeballs to find out.

These guys will.

[CELL PHONE RINGS]

- Yeah, Gibbs. WOMAN: Shepard wants to see you.

- Tell her I'm on my way. - Yes, sir.

Jenny?

Jenny.

Just how cosy did you two get while I was away?

[CHUCKLING]

That knock to the head must've been harder than I thought,

because I'm saying crazy things that I don't even understand.

You think she's single?

He's fine.

McGEE: People should really chew their food more.

And drink in moderation.

What's that look like?

Not puke.

Blood.

This dumpster could have just been moved here.

You didn't waste any time.

Bad news travels fast, especially in this town.

How's your agent?

- Do you really give a damn? - Any update on Mike Franks?

GIBBS: No.

Do you expect to find him, Agent Gibbs?

He's a resourceful man.

No doubt.

In the meantime, I'd like Nikolai Puchenko released into my custody.

- I'm not finished with him. - But you are, Agent Gibbs.

Perhaps your time would be better spent finding out

who in your department leaked the location of the safe house

where you were keeping your key witness.

- Did you? - Gibbs.

No.

You did in '91.

CARVER: If you would like to have this request formalized, Director Shepard,

that can be arranged.

I'm sure you didn't mean for that to sound like a threat, Mr. Carver.

But in the meantime, Mr. Puchenko will remain in our custody,

pending our investigation into the disappearance of Mike Franks.

Well, I think you need to look closer to home.

Maybe there was no leak.

Maybe Franks just lost his nerve and ran away.

Or Kobach met his asking price.

You don't know Mike Franks.

And you really think you do?

Director.

You've got about an hour and then all hell is gonna break loose.

Jethro?

I really hope you know Mike Franks as well as you think you do.

[RINGING]

WOMAN: Mr. Allen's office.

- Marty Allen, please. - One moment.

ALLEN: Hello? - Mr. Allen?

- Speaking. - Mike Franks.

NCIS Mike Franks?

- One and the same. - What can I do for you?

I have something that your client's associate, Arkady Kobach,

might be interested in buying.

What might that be?

A one-off copy of the audio tape that will send him

and your client to prison for 30 years.

If he's interested, what would the price be?

Five hundred thousand dollars.

You get the tape, and I get to go back to Mexico

and retire with a sweet little waitress named Camila Charro.

I'll have to contact my client.

- Can I get back to you? - Sure. Got a pen?

[SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY]

- Hey, what kept him? - Business.

- God, I hate lawyers. ALLEN: Yeah, no problem.

I demand you release my client, Agent Gibbs.

You've got no grounds to hold him. Your key witness has disappeared.

You have no case.

Oh, you're right. I don't have a case against your client for arms dealing.

But I do have one for murder.

We deserve a medal.

That look is as close as you're ever gonna get, probie.

Nikolai, you have a choice.

You can spend the rest of your life in prison,

or you can cut a deal.

And you can tell me where to find your friend Arkady.

- Clear. ZIVA: Clear.

Clear.

McGee.

Smoke's from a Russian cigarette. Arkady hasn't been gone long.

Come on, double time.

Okay, we're on. Ten calls made in the last day.

Three in the last hour and a half.

First was to a cell phone, Marty Allen.

Second call was to Merchant Bank.

And the last call was to a hotel in the port district, El Ejecutivo.

Call was made to Room 7.

Mexican hotel. Names and numbers, McGee, starting with the hotel.

- Are you sure? - That's what the manager said.

Room 7 is booked in the name of a Camila Charro,

but it was not a woman that paid cash for the room. It was some old guy.

Franks' brand.

[DOOR OPENS]

[DOOR CLOSES]

Beer's cold,

but they're all out of lime.

I sent the barman to buy some.

I told him to take his time.

You've got what I want?

And I've got what you want.

The truth is, Arkady, you've got nothing I want.

You think you are the first to point a gun at me?

No.

But I will be the last.

[GUN COCKS]

FRANKS: I knew he was over there.

I figured I could take them both.

Arkady first, then the big guy.

Maybe I am a half-second slower.

There was no leak, was there?

DiNozzo okay?

TONY: Boss?

Clear.

Secure the room.

You set yourself up as bait.

The bigger the bait, the bigger the fish you catch.

Arkady never would have got to court, probie, and you know it.

Carver, or whoever else is pulling the strings, would have made sure of that.

Another crappy deal, more innocent people die.

If you think I'm not gonna sleep well tonight

because of what I just did, then you're wrong.

I'm gonna sleep like a baby

because Arkady Kobach was a scary SOB

who kept me awake nights for the past 15 years.

Someone else will take his place.

That's your problem, probie.

I got my guy.

Hey.

You got that audio tape?

Beer's getting warm.

[MARIACHl MUSIC PLAYING ON TAPE]