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TONY: Ah, you should've been there last night.

You would've loved it.

Two warriors squaring off in the ring.

I had plans with McGee.

Mud glistening off their thongs...

Wait, back up a sec.

You were with McGeek?

No, he was with me. I was making him dinner.

Why would you make McGeek dinner?

I like to cook.

You cook?

Jimmy seemed to like it.

Palmer?! I've never even been to your place

and you're cooking dinner for McGee

and the autopsy gremlin?

At what point did the earth come off its axis?

Perhaps now, Tony.

What's wrong with that picture?

Containers aren't unloaded at the dock.

Clear.

Customs seal's been broken.

Tony!

( gunfire continues, man shouts )

TONY: Get inside!

( men shouting )

( shouting stops )

( engine starting )

( latch creaks, Ziva sighs )

I think we've just been screwed in here, Tony.

The term is "bolted."

Same difference.

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( banging, Ziva grunting )

TONY: I tried that. It's bolted from the outside.

I knew your idea was stupid.

( grunts ) My idea?

Yes, taking up a defensive position

inside a metal box, yes.

You're not panicking on me, are you?

I don't panic.

This is me ( grunts ) mad.

( laughs softly )

( phone beeps )

I'm not getting any reception.

How about you?

I'm braless.

I noticed that earlier,

but on your phone they're bars.

Don't you have anything

better to do than to correct my English?

Like what?

Like getting us out of this box

you trapped us in.

Okay, first of all, this

is not my fault.

Second of all, I like dark,

tight spaces. ( Ziva laughs )

Unless, of course, they insist

on some form of commitment.

Huh? ( chuckles )

I was referring to my childhood bedroom.

Hm. Hm. Hm.

It looks like our smugglers

have removed most of the cargo

so they're probably not coming back.

We're still locked in a box.

And freezing to death.

Somebody might've heard the gunfire.

Yeah, well, if they did, they'd be here by now.

Ooh, you know what we could do?

Fire a couple of rounds

out of these ventilation shafts.

Maybe someone will hear us.

Oh, yeah.

Maybe they didn't hear the massive firefight,

so let's just waste the little ammunition we have.

You know what? You're brilliant. Genius.

Sarcasm is the refuge of a shallow mind.

What do you suggest we do?

I suggest we bust out of here now.

Okay, Bugsy.

I'll take care of the security guard and I'll...

Hey, this is not funny. It's not funny.

I know!

What we need to do is relax and remain calm.

And wait.

For what?

For them to come in

with reinforcements?

For Gibbs.

Trust me,

he'll find us.

( sighs )

I believe you.

The question is,

will it be before we freeze to death?

SURVOY: Our intel was wrong, Gibbs.

The container isn't filled with small arms.

It's a shipment of explosives.

C-4?

Worse. Unexploded KMG-U cluster bomblets.

From where?

Iraq.

Al Qaeda pays kids 50 cents a day

to collect the bomblets.

Most of them end up dead.

The lucky ones, crippled.

These bomblets are... Highly unstable?

Yeah, I'd say that's worse.

French intelligence out of Dakar

believes they may have been loaded

onto a Senegalese ship

last week.

Last week?

Why are we just hearing about this today?

You ever work with the French, Gibbs?

( indistinct shouting, sirens wailing )

Yeah. A few times.

Then you know what I'm up against.

I've got two agents down at the docks.

I need more than, "They may have been loaded

on a Senegalese ship," Tom.

We're working on it, Jethro.

Just tell your people to be careful.

Where are they now, McGee?

Tony said that they were relocating.

Why?

Said that they had new intel.

You waiting for me to say please?

I couldn't really make it out.

The phone reception was already hinky

before I lost them.

Well, unlose them.

I don't want them touching anything

without a bomb squad present.

( Tony gasps )

Pinch me now.

Another crate of movies.

Look at them all.

Maybe there's a crate full

of DVD players in here.

Ooh... let's not forget the battery-operated generators

and the popcorn machines.

I'm open to all things cinema.

Huh. They're East Indian. Bollywood.

No subtitles.

Low on the list of genres, I know,

but extremely babe heavy.

Where are the small arms?

I mean, why would they shoot at us

over copies of Kuch Kuch Hota Hai?

Does it matter?

We need to get out of here, Tony.

Yeah, I heard that the first 50 times you said it.

Hey, you're not claustrophobic, are you?

No. ( Indian accent ): Because I'm telling you,

that would be another nail

in the shoe of my day.

What if we blow a hole

at the bottom of this door near where the bolt is?

Porquoi?

It might enable us

to jam something under it and force it open.

Not liking it.

Firing a bullet in here,

I mean, it's bound to ricochet...

( bullet ricochets, Ziva grunts )

( Tony grunts )

As I was saying...

there's a good chance the bullet might ricochet

and kill one of us. Sorry.

Why are you on top of me?

I'm protecting you, Tony.

Don't.

Well, you didn't seem to mind when we were undercover.

That might have something to do

with the fact that you were naked.

Perhaps if it were warmer in here, hmm?

Ah...

Let me rephrase the question.

Why are you still on top of me?

McGEE: My last contact with them was here,

The North Expansion.

They were checking out a West African cargo ship

that pulled in two days ago.

What about the GPS stuff in their phones?

Well, see,

that's the strange thing.

Cell phone reception is bad around the docks,

but their GPS chips should not be affected.

They run on a separate

satellite network, so we should be able

to pick them up anyway.

"Should," McGee?

For some reason, we can't.

Phones...

phones could be turned off.

Chips could be disabled.

They could be in a structure

that is blocking the GPS signal.

Like the hold of a ship?

Possibly... you know,

I'm thinking that they might be

waiting to get into a better cell reception area

before calling in.

"Maybe" doesn't cut it, McGee.

You should have let me know.

I know, uh, see...

the thing is you were busy, boss.

You were in the rest room.

You ever had a conversation in the head, McGee?

One time I did.

The person that I was talking to,

they were so distracted,

my shoes, they kind of...

Sorry, I should have let you know.

Don't apologize.

It's a sign of weakness.

Let's find them!

Before DiNozzo blows both his arms off.

( Tony grunting )

This doesn't make any sense.

Maybe this isn't the container

they used to smuggle their weapons.

This is the only container that wasn't sealed.

The rest of them are closed.

They off-loaded them already?

Might explain how they got automatic weapons.

We're missing something.

Besides warmth?

Ziva David,

does this space seem different to you?

Define different.

Does it seem

smaller than the outside dimensions?

Usually containers

are 40 feet long.

This one's only 34

on the inside.

( hollow thud )

( solid thud )

Somebody's been doing renovations.

Plywood.

Not bad. I can almost forgive you now.

For what?

For locking us in this box.

Ladies first.

What do you see?

Trouble.

Arabic script.

What does it say?

ZIVA: "This end up."

"Handle with Care."

"Caution--

Explosive ordnance."

TONY: A bomb?

I think so, yes.

And, uh,

what does this say exactly?

"Death to America."

Ah, great.

You thinking what I'm thinking?

Perhaps.

If it involves a violent

and painful death.

( thudding )

ZIVA: Careful.

This may be booby trapped a dozen different ways.

So why are we opening it, again?

Because if it is a bomb,

it may be armed.

Hey, listen, if this thing goes off,

I just want you to know...

This is not your fault, I know.

Uh, no, I was going say...

your life would have had more meaning

if you'd slept with me.

If you had anything else on your mind,

perhaps I would have.

Really?

Um, no.

You ready?

Hold on.

All right.

( exhales deeply )

( straining )

Up an...

Up an inch.

( straining )

Ugh.

No visible wires. Proceed.

Oh, my God.

Well, didn't expect to see that.

TONY: There's got to be millions in here.

More than enough to bankroll

one hell of a terrorist op.

These DVDs were just decoys...

to get through Customs.

( breathing heavily )

I tell you what...

when we get out of here, I'm going to buy you a house.

( laughs )

But it's going to have to be a fake house...

because these are counterfeit.

How can you tell?

Treasury ran a workshop with us.

First, they're freshly printed.

Your Treasury prints millions every day.

So do countries like Syria and North Korea.

Hundred dollar bill hasn't been redesigned since '96,

which makes it very vulnerable

to this kind of counterfeit.

Still, that doesn't explain

how you know they're fake.

The ink...

smells.

( sniffs )

Yes.

Like ink.

Well...

our money doesn't smell.

Here... try it.

Give 'er a little sniff.

( sniffs )

Ugh. God!

That smells like stale alcohol, and...

your armpit.

Well...

The point is, it doesn't smell like ink.

Now, there's only one way to know for sure.

If it burns orange, it's real.

Impressive.

But irrelevant.

Real or not, our friends are coming back for it.

They may already be here.

MAN: Your people checked in with me

at 7:06.

DiNozzo and David, right?

They're surveilling containers

for illegal contraband

from West Africa? That's them.

They were staked out by the dock

on the North Expansion. Not anymore.

They changed their post.

See, this is... I got to tell you something.

I made it very clear to them

that any change of plans

goes through this office.

Where are they now?

Well, that would be the purpose of this visit, Mr. Lake.

We lost contact.

So, for all we know, they're out there wandering around

somewhere lost.

My people don't get lost.

Agent Gibbs, this is one

of the largest ports on the east coast.

Believe me, it happens all the time.

Matthew... Sir?

Do me a favor-- we've got

two missing feds.

Take a team and sweep the sectors

by the North Expansion.

Call me when you find them. You got it.

You're welcome to wait here while we locate them.

Mr. Lake, it would be helpful

if we could review the security camera footage.

Yeah, sure. I'll have one of my techs work on it.

Hey, what kind

of contraband were they looking for?

Arms shipment.

Explosives.

What ship?

We're going to have to lock it down

and search it container by container.

Our intel indicates that it might be Senegalese.

Might be?

You mean, you don't have any idea?

No, not yet.

Any idea how busy we are here?

Right now I've got, uh...

three ships sailing

under the Senegalese flag.

Two more coming in on Thursday.

How accurate is your intelligence?

( chuckles )

Do you guys know

how many intel BOLOs

I get in one week? And how many

of them turn out to be false alarms?

I'm going to need

more than chatter before we disrupt the port.

Yeah? Well, I need to find my people.

( phone dialing )

Abby...

He always like that?

Yeah, pretty much.

TONY: One million...

eight hundred... and twenty.

One million...

Counting your riches, King Cole?

Midas.

King Cole had a merry old soul.

One hundred...

( loud thud )

twenty million...

Thanks.

You made me lose count again.

Good.

Now you can

put yourself to good use.

Doing what?

Helping me set up this defensive perimeter.

Ah, actually I was warming

to your earlier idea of getting us out of here.

If we burn these bills...

We'll die of smoke inhalation, Tony.

Oh, no, no, no, no, no.

Look up.

Heat rises, right?

So the smoke

is going to go out through these ventilation slots

and draw attention to our position.

Not to mention

the added benefit of heat production.

Are you serious?

Well, it makes more sense than firing a gun

inside a metal box,

now, doesn't it?

Don't worry about a thing.

The worst thing that can happen

is it gets a little smoky in here.

It's kind of fun.

Um, it's a little crazy, actually.

( evil laughter )

Now that feels good.

Okay, well, it's a little warmer.

Whoa.

Whoa, hey, that's a lot of fire. ( coughing )

Here we go-- out the ventilation shaft.

( coughing )

( yells )

It's okay.

It's okay.

( coughing )

( static )

I can barely hear you, Gibbs.

Where are you?

Norfolk Port Authority.

They're sending over surveillance... ( static )

Surveillance what?

Videos.

I want you to look

at this morning's...

of the North Ex...

( static ) For what exactly?

Anything of Tony and Ziva...

Tony and Ziva aren't here, Gibbs.

I know that, Abby.

We're looking for them. Are they missing?

( phone ringing ) Hold on, okay? I got another call coming in.

Abby Sciuto, NCIS...

Find Tony and Ziva, Abs.

The videos are on their way

to you right now. Can I talk to McGee?

Why?

Because I need to know

what codec they used for encoding

the video.

( loud banging )

Hello.

What happened

to Tony and Ziva?

Uh... Abby,

it's not a really good time right now.

You better call me

as soon as you're Gibbs-free, McGee.

I will, I will.

Promise me.

Abby, I promise, okay?

Okay, transfer's complete.

Copy of all of our security footage

since the time that your agents arrived.

Where are the Senegalese ships docked?

Piers Five-Alpha,

Three-Tango

and Six-Delta.

I want to see 'em.

Thinks that means we go with him.

( sighs )

( coughing )

Definitely your worst idea yet.

No, my worst idea

was challenging a date to an oyster-eating contest.

The air in here is like soup.

Hey, do you want to give me a hand with this, please?

Sure.

So riddle me this,

Batgirl...

( grunts )

How does one wrangle an invite to dinner at your place?

Why? You feel a little left out, Tony?

I mean, McGee...

I can understand. He's a good guest.

I bet he brought a bottle of wine.

And dessert.

Yeah, big surprise there. But Palmer...

I've had more stimulating conversations with cats.

I like him.

And he was very helpful to me.

How?

He tuned my piano.

I used to play piano.

But not anymore?

My mother forced me to take lessons

from this woman who used to hit me with a ruler

every time I made a mistake.

Haven't played since.

Were you any good?

Yeah, she was.

I need you to re-sample the histopathology

for me.

Something wrong?

Why does he do that, Ducky?

Who?

Gibbs.

Why does he withhold?

He wants me to check the Norfolk Terminal's

security video for Tony and Ziva.

It's probably nothing.

Oh, no.

It's something.

Gibbs can smell

the rotten cabbage in the middle of the pile.

Do you think Tony and Ziva are in trouble?

I'm thinking that's what Gibbs is thinking.

Then we do have cause for concern.

( grunting ) ( with English accent ): Very well done, darling,

but where are we going

to put the divan?

Actually, you know, it looks pretty good.

I particularly like your firing slots.

Of course, against automatic weapons,

it'll disintegrate in 30 seconds.

Yeah.

What is it about danger and uncertainty

that makes me feel so... Horny?

Hungry.

I'd kill for a pizza right now.

What?

You don't have to joke about it.

It's all right to admit you're scared.

( chuckles )

You've obviously never seen a Steve McQueen movie.

Why must you equate

everything in life

to your stupid movies?

See, that's your problem.

You have no fantasy life.

( gasps )

You couldn't be more wrong.

Oh. Really?

Okay, then throw one out there.

Let's hear a Ziva David fantasy.

It concerns you.

Ooh, I'm all ears.

And a sumo wrestler.

You can stop there.

You see, it's all about hot women

and brave men to you.

Anything deeper and you shut it down.

That's not true.

I like a lot of deep movies.

Pick a genre, any genre.

Okay. Best eating movie.

Night of the Living Dead.

I'm kidding.

Tom Jones.

Eating as sex.

Best sex movie.

Body Heat.

William Hurt, Kathleen Turner... Smart noir.

I like the whole sweaty,

chairs-through-glass-doors thing.

Yeah, I prefer

the air conditioner on.

And if anybody threw a chair through my door,

I would probably shoot them.

Did you just reveal something

about your sex life?

Obliquely.

I'm stunned

because you never talk about yourself.

Why is that?

Maybe I like

a little privacy.

I understand,

but we could die here.

I mean, you know,

we're in a cold, metal box.

So give me something.

Happiest moment?

Most embarrassing moment?

First time you realized Daddy wasn't perfect.

Okay,

I'll tell you mine.

We're not sharing.

( loud rumbling )

( engine revving )

We're being lifted by a forklift.

See if you can find their vehicle, McGee.

On it.

What time's that ship scheduled to get underway?

They're still offloading,

so sometime tomorrow afternoon.

Hey, boss, I found it!

It's locked.

Find 'em, McGee.

Spread out.

How many times do these containers come and go

on a given day?

On this dock, thousands.

You know what this is?

That's a blood trail.

You still think

this is just chatter, Lake?

Boss.

What do you got, McGee?

And now this is where the blood trail stops, boss.

You mean, starts.

Uh, yes, that's what I mean.

Now, I've broken the area into four sections:

Area One over here

is where all the action seems to have been centered.

We recovered three different types of brass.

Must have been one hell of a gunfight.

Yeah, well, I bet

Tony and Ziva thought so, McGee.

They were right here.

We recovered the other two types

of brass from over there

where the blood trail started, back there.

They were caught in a crossfire.

Whoa, whoa. Boss, Boss,

you don't, you don't think they're...?

Should we put divers in the water or...?

They're not in the water.

McGee, if they were in the water, they'd be dead.

If they were dead, I'd know about it. They're not dead.

All right, my people have been rounding up dockworkers.

So far, no one's heard any gunfire.

I want to find out if there are any other containers here.

Yeah, well, we're compiling a manifest

of every container offloaded from the ship.

If it left the port, we'll find it.

If not?

What, are you asking me

to search every container still in the port?

No, I'm ordering you. Make it happen, McGee.

They shot him three times.

At least they got one of them, Duck.

Can I ask where they are?

Not if you're expecting an answer.

What does your gut tell you?

Tell me about this guy.

25 to 35 years old, mortally wounded.

He was able to run about 50 yards

before a massive loss of blood

brought him down.

Someone dragged him in here.

Foreign born.

You got his ID?

No. Dental work.

No caps or crowns. The work is primitive.

And I thought England was bad.

Third world?

I should say so.

Oh, something else you may be interested in.

His hands are soft. No discernible calluses.

He's not a dockworker.

I'll, I'll know more when I get him back.

You'll find them, Jethro.

That a question or a statement, Duck?

More of a prayer.

( grunting )

You know under normal circumstances,

this would be considered fun.

Yeah, well, I can't tell where we're going.

TONY: Well, there's only three ways

we're going to get there: train...

That's quaint.

We could be like the homos in those old movies.

Hobos,

not homos.

That would be my third choice.

A ship?

That was my second choice.

Days without food or water.

( loud crash )

MAN: Careful!

Sounds like a truck.

That's my first choice.

Hey, let us out of here!

Stop it! Stop it!

Stop! Stop!

What? Okay, maybe if I fire a shot out of here,

they'd know that we were in here.

That's not a good idea. It's not a good idea.

Okay.

You're assuming whoever's driving doesn't know we're here.

If they do, they can't

leave the port with us aboard.

They'll take us back inside

and they'll deal with us first.

Right, right.

Okay, I have a plan.

We build a time machine.

We could leave a trail.

Sorry, Gretel, I left all my breadcrumbs back at the office.

Well, then it's a good thing we've got all this dough.

MAN: Come on! Come on!

I'm starting to get really freaked out here, Gibbs.

I found Tony and Ziva

on the port video, but I don't think it's enough.

It's all right, Abs.

I feel like I'm failing them, and I...

Just take us through it.

Start with Pier Three.

Okay. Are you getting this too, McGee?

Yep, transmission's good.

All right. Their car

pulled up at 7:57.

They got out and then they leave two minutes

and 32 seconds later.

Anyone else in the car?

No.

Take me to the other location, Abby.

( horn honks )

Okay, stick with that.

I'm going to see if the reception's any better.

Nothing.

What we need is a better antennae.

Any kind of a wire would work.

Any kind of conductor, really.

Hey, your necklace.

We can attach it

to the end of the antennae

and slip it out of the slot.

Cell phone antennas are vertical.

The wire can't dangle.

Well, we need to stiffen it, Ziva.

I've heard that before.

Work with me, here.

We could slice the spines off these DVDs

and sandwich it in between.

( loud crash )

Oh!

Are you okay?

Yes. I still need something to reflect off.

The side of the container?

The angle needs to be precise, Tony.

The response I'm looking for here is, "Cool, Tony!"

I'm saying it might work.

When this is all over, we're going to watch Kooch Kooch Hode Hai.

This is where it gets disturbing.

It's like looking at an Escher print.

I was able to isolate

four segments.

At 8:16 I had them getting out of the North Expansion sector.

Then at this point, they walk out of frame.

Another camera picked them up

at 8:19.

You see them here

and then here.

And they have their guns drawn.

The problem is

there's another container blocking the camera.

Now look at the bottom left

corner of your screen.

McGEE: Boss, that's our dead guy.

I ran his photo

and I got a positive ID, Gibbs.

Interpol identified him as Moussa Senghor,

a Senegalese citizen.

He's on the International Terrorist Watch List.

McGEE: Boss, Moussa Senghor has ties to Wilson and N'Diaye. He's...

Al Qaeda money man.

Financed the attack on four Bali nightclubs last year.

It's a good job, Abby.

The bad news is he wasn't alone.

There's no ID on him yet.

What else you got, Abs?

Just this.

They shot the camera.

Abby, can you rewind it

and pull back to the wide angle?

Okay, freeze it there.

Boss, I think I know what happened.

These are the crime scene photos from the dock,

and this is from the security camera taken earlier.

The container by Ziva is missing.

If they were in a cross fire...

They took cover inside.

Abby, put another Caff-Pow!

on my tab.

Just one, Gibbs?

( chuckles )

You haven't found him yet.

How's it coming?

My fingers aren't working.

You want me to do it?

I got it. Just give me

one of your little hair-squinchie things.

The term is "scrunchie."

Thank you.

Now I just got to figure out

how to attach this thing to the cell phone.

We may not need to.

We now have several hundred thousand dollars out there

floating around.

It's a matter of time before they find us.

LAKE: The symbols from the company

that uses this kind of container.

I tell you, Gibbs, the problem is without a tracking number,

I can't tell you where the hell this one went. McGee.

We got six teams covering

the gates out of the port.

They're intercepting each container with those markings.

What about the ones still in port?

Used by this same company?

Um, approximately 862.

I only need one.

They're spread out all over the complex.

It would take days to search them all.

We won't have to, Lake.

How much does one of these things weigh?

I don't know. About five tons.

I can't imagine they're easier to move.

Of course not.

There's only two ways: a crane or a toploader forklift.

There's no crane in range of the crime scene.

So it had to be moved by a toploader.

And we only have ten

of those with maybe

20 qualified operators to drive them.

Christa, get me a list

of all the toploading forklifts that operated

in the Northeast Expansion today,

plus I want names of all the drivers.

Right away, sir. We find that forklift...

We find who moved it.

( man shouts in foreign language )

We're backing up. Almost done?

Just got to figure out how to attach it.

I may be able to help you with that.

What?

Friction burns.

Yeah. What difference does it make?

Uh, it doesn't.

I'm just wondering how you got 'em.

If you live long enough, maybe I'll tell you some day.

You know, I can only

think of two ways-- were you

and McGee and Palmer playing Twister last night?

What's a twister?

Exactly. That means you were having...

( truck stops )

( door slides open )

( men shouting )

If you're gonna make that phone call,

now is the right time to do it.

The grooves match.

All three rounds that you pulled out

of Toothless downstairs

came from Tony's weapon and none

of the blood samples taken from the dock

match Tony or Ziva's blood type.

I think they're gonna be okay.

Tony is only one of our very best agents

and Ziva... she's basically a trained killer, right?

I mean, she could take care of herself.

And, I got a direct link

to four different GPS satellites.

Either of them

get an area of reception again-- bam.

We got 'em.

I really don't think

that there's any reason to worry, Ducky.

They're gonna be fine.

I need you to tell me they're gonna be okay.

Of course they are.

I want every building swept, room to room.

Start with the vacant ones first.

Cell reception's unreliable in the area so all movement

will be coordinated by radio.

Tactical frequency is two, Admin is four.

Go. Go find them.

Hey, Gibbs, Gibbs.

We have two top-loaders

working the North Expansion today.

One here, Pier Seven,

offloading a ship, and the other one

is at an auxiliary warehouse.

Now, the drivers would still be with the rigs.

I'll send some of my people... No, we got it.

Let's roll, McGee.

( men speaking Senegalese )

Do you understand that gibberish?

A little.

What's he saying?

They're either discussing letting us go

or the best way to murder us.

It's a complicated language.

Well.

I'd go with number two. Me, too.

Get any reception?

Negative.

I'm gonna have to stick this antenna

out of one of the ventilation slots.

( door rattling )

N'DIAYE: If you want to live, you'll come out of the container now!

What was that?

Speak up!

I said,

come out now, woman!

Come out.

Now.

Or we will come in.

What is your answer?

This.

( shrieks )

God.

She shot me.

She shot me!

Make your call.

We only have a couple of minutes now.

( men speaking Senegalese )

Okay, I think we turn up here

past this next row of warehouses.

You think, McGee?

Well, Boss, maybe if you slowed down a little I'd be...

( car accelerates )

( phone ringing )

Yeah, Gibbs.

Boss, it's me.

Tony.

Yeah. Boss, it's a long story,

but the really short version is that we're

trapped in a container with millions in phony

US bills in some port building.

You're coming in

broken, DiNozzo. Say again.

If you can hear me, we left

a trail of money.

Money?

Follow the money.

You need... phone... Abby...

Tony. Get down, they're coming again.

DiNozzo! Keep the damn phone on.

Abby will find you.

Coming for... time... hurry...

Follow the money.

Damn it.

See if you can get them back on that thing.

I knew it, Ducky.

I knew they were alive.

Ha. Okay.

Just a second... Now... No!

No! No!

DUCKY: What's wrong?

I lost them again.

But there they are, on the map.

No, that's just

a general fix.

It means they're somewhere

within a 500-meter radius.

If I had one more second I could have...

500 meters is better than we were

a moment ago.

You better tell Gibbs.

( gunfire continues )

( men shouting )

I can't get through to Gibbs or McGee.

Did you try them through the Port

Security office?

I was, uh, just about to do that.

Port Security.

I need to speak to Special Agent Leroy Jethro Gibbs, please.

He's not here right now. If you want

I can pass a message to him over the radio.

We've got a GPS fix

on our missing NCIS agents.

Oh, hold on. Hey!

They got a fix on the missing feds.

Uh, what are the coordinates?

They're on the south side

within a 500-meter radius

of warehouses one through four.

Okay. Hey, thanks.

I'm down to four rounds. You?

Six, but it doesn't matter.

What do you mean, it doesn't matter?

( gunfire )

Because a few more bursts like that and we're dead.

I've got an idea.

How come that doesn't comfort me?

We found your money!

Cease fire or we start burning it.

He's bluffing.

Hee-hee.

Stop! Stop!

What are you proposing?

Surrender!

Then throw out your weapons!

Not us, you idiot.

No!

I think not.

There's $50 million in there.

You'll be dead before you can burn half of it.

He's got a valid point.

We just have to stall long enough for Gibbs to find us.

Ah... I just need to talk to my partner about that.

for a second.

That's solid copy, Lake. We're heading that way now.

The warehouses are about two clicks from the ocean.

Make a left past these loading docks.

Did you see that?

That guy back there?

Yeah, McGee, the one stuffing money in his pockets.

NCIS.

I didn't steal it, I swear.

All right? I, I found it.

Where?

There was a container truck.

And it had money

just floating out the back.

Which way?

Which way?

Went that way.

Let's go.

McGEE: Boss, that's the wrong direction

according to the GPS fix. Not according to DiNozzo.

He said follow the money.

( gunfire continues )

I'm empty.

( clicks on empty chamber )

N'DIAYE: This is your last chance!

Come out or you die!

So, about those friction burns.

Only when I'm absolutely positive we're going to die.

( N'Diaye speaking Senegalese )

Okay. I got two minutes.

And Tony...

I'm sorry I didn't invite you to dinner last night.

N'DIAYE: What is your decision?!

LAKE: Freeze! Port Security!

Get your hands in the air.

Get on your knees. Do it!

Agent DiNozzo, Agent David.

Lenny?

You two had a lot of people worried,

let me tell you.

Where is Gibbs?

He's on his way.

Hey, do me a favor.

Cover them while I radio for some help.

We're out of ammo.

Aw, gee.

That's too bad.

Come on, Wilson, get up.

Get the money. Get it into the van.

Quickly. We don't have a lot of time.

Hurry up!

When this is over, the woman is mine.

We'll see, Wilson.

I'll be perfectly honest with you.

I don't know if they're gonna be alive then.

You know, you two

almost cost me $50 million.

Actually, by now, it's more like 10 or 12.

We burned some of it.

You think this is funny?!

Not me, personally.

( gun cocking )

GIBBS: But I do.

Drop it.

Hey! What are you doing?

You two okay?

( muffled shouting )

No.

Oh, God!

Now, if you gentlemen

will excuse me...

Where you going?

I've been locked in a box all day.

The ladies room!

You missed a little spot by my left ear there.

I'd do it myself but my wound here prevents it.

Wound? A two-inch scratch.

I was grazed by a bullet.

Another six inches

to the left and bam, no more DiNozzo.

Under the chin, too.

You know what? I'm done.

Do it yourself.

Fine. Just don't come to me

looking for sympathy the next time

you get shot.

Okay, you did not get shot.

I talked to Ziva.

You cut it on a wooden box.

Hey, there was a lot going on

in that container.

Nobody's exactly sure what happened.

All I know is I was running for my life

in a hail of gunfire.

Tony!

I was just so worried about you

( Tony yells in pain )

My God, are you okay?

Gunshot.

McGee.

Why didn't you tell me?

It's barely a scratch.

Oh, poor baby.

Who's gonna drive you home?

ZIVA: I am.

I'm making him dinner tonight.

What was that for?

I'm glad you're not dead.

Oh.

Me, too.

So what are you making him?

ZIVA: Italian.

You cook Italian?

Her cooking rocks, Tony.

What was the name of that

dish you made last night at your party?

Cholent.

Slow-cooked beef

with potatoes and beans.

Wasn't bad.

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