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(horn honking)

Arkady...

(speaking Russian)

(siren wails)

(speaks Russian)

(siren wails)

Driver's license and
registration, please, sir.

Sorry, Officer.
My wife...

...pregnant.

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

And registration, sir.

Gun!

Sir, put your hands up
on the dashboard!

But... my wife.

Hands on the dashboard!

I want to see
your hands!

All right, nice and
slow, I want your hands

through the window opening
the door from the outside

and step out of the car.

Now!

Charlie.
I got it.

On the hood, sir, now.

Hands behind your back.

You just fired
this gun, sir?

(car horns honking)

(tires screech)

(continuous horn honking)

Damn.

You okay, sir?
(continuous horn honking)

Sir?

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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.

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 great skill

in guessing you were
fibbing there, probie.

You may have lost
some weight,

and personally,
I'm very proud of you,

but "gym" is definitely not
your middle name.

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

Really?

(chuckles)

So if I were
to lie to you,

you would be
able to tell?

(chuckling)

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 red Corvette, you looked down

and to the left--
a telltale

sign when people lie.

And the date?

Gibbs.
Tony...

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

you'd have talked
about it all day.

I would?
Location.
Oh, yeah.

Okay, but how could you
possibly know

that I had eggs for breakfast
this morning?

GIBBS:
Gear up.

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've driven
a couple of miles.

More like a couple
city blocks.

Traffic sucks
this time of day.

According to
his military ID,

he's Chief Petty Officer
Jack T. Vale.

You know him?
No.

Well, he knows you guys.

Jackpot.

Got to 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?

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?

Well, 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.

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,

and it was a college town.

And 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.

(clicks tongue)

(beeps)

Last call dialed was 911.

Cops will have it on tape.

Maybe this one will be easy.

Fake name...

fake plates.

Real weapon.

Real guy dead.

When he first saw you,
he called 911.

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

Even the very, very good ones

slip up eventually.

And you...

Mister... 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, yes,
sweetheart,

"your butt looks
as big as Alabama.

"Didn't want
to 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.
Liar.

Okay, (chuckles)

I have looked, but,
you know, I never...

Never what?

Oh, no.

(laughs)

I... I'm catching
on to you.

And you're not going to
get me to say something

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

I'm too smart for that.

(chuckles)

Of course you are.

(door opens)

Ziva.
Gibbs.

How many languages
do you speak?

Comment vous-appelez-vous?

Ah, French.

Was wir nur wissen wollen
ist ihre naame.

(German accent):
Und German.

Mi dica il suo nome.

Italian.
Of course.

Lee ma betellna essmak?

Greek?

Arabic.

Nice, boss.

Skah-zhee-teh,
kahk vahs zah-voot?

Ah. Got him.
He's Russian.

Looked down and
to the left.

Sure sign of a liar.

That's very good, DiNozzo.

Thanks, boss.

Ziva tell you that?

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

Negative.

Still processing.

What we do have
is $73.65.

That's what the victim
was carrying.

And there's no pennies.

He probably threw them out.

A lot 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's it have to do with
Russia?

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?

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...

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.

I've identified a terrorist...

(electronic chinging)

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

Not really something
you hear in a car.

He was on foot when
he made the call.

(electronic beeping)

We have a winner.

Nikolai Aleksandrovich Puchenko.

Russian.

(electronic beeping)
Uh-oh.

(beeping)

And there's a Homeland
Security alert.

You're not the only
one interested

in Mr. Nikolai Puchenko.

(beeping continues)

(speaking Russian)

I want lawyer.

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?

I haven't seen
anything like it

in 25 years of slicing
and dicing.

The bullet entered
below the rib cage,

traveling 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 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.

Anyone ever heard of
Operation Sunburst?

That locates Vale somewhere
in this area

when he made the call.

Anywhere outside of the circle
would have meant that

the call was routed through
a different cell tower.

Back in '91.

Come one, 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'd you figure
that out?

Too much time around you.

TONY:
Boss, Operation Sunburst--
you know it?

It was a sting.

One of our ops.
Chief Vale was part of it.

He was just a P.O. Three

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)
(music playing)

Si.

Si.

Washington, senor.

Only one person in
Washington DC

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.

Do you remember a petty officer
named Vale?

Right guy, right place,
right time.

Went undercover for us.

Well, he was shot dead
this morning.

And you think this has something
to do with Sunburst?

Well, you tell me.

We got a suspect.

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
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 Easter Europe.

A month later, the CIA

stuck its nose in and our file
conveniently went missing.

What happened to Vale?

He bumped into Puchenko
in the street.

Recognized 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.

Hi, Ducky.

Penny for your thoughts.

Or three and a half
billion pennies.

That 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 'em.

Where do the bad guys
go when we catch 'em?

The bullet's disappeared, Abby.

I thought there was
no exit wound?

There is no exit wound.

Well, 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 really
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 got to be it.

Nothing else makes any sense.

Abby, you are a genius.

FRANKS:
Probie.

GIBBS:
Yeah, boss.

What's this? Number three?

Four.

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

There's always something
to learn, Mike.

Hard lessons.

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.

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?

Rumor 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 going to send them.

You've got a chance
here, probie.

Don't screw it up.

TONY:
Same to you, Nikolai.

Who's that with him?

Marty Allen. His lawyer.

Hope he's not
a good lawyer.

Enjoy your tour?

Yeah, 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.

You know, if I needed
to interrogate someone

when I worked
at Camp Pendleton,

I'd take them
into the broom closet

with a telephone directory.

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?

Ooh-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.

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.

He was carrying
an illegal firearm.

Not connected
to the shooting.
Yet.

Well, find evidence
that 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.

Hello, this is
Special Agent DiNozzo.

I have Ziva David
coming down to pick up
Nikolai 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.

SHEPARD:
Mr. Carver,
if you'll just sign

these custody transfer forms.

Director...

may I draw
your attention

to an NIS case
code name Sunburst.

Which dealt with

serious allegations

of arms smuggling by this man
Nikolai Puchenko.

SHEPARD:
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 file.

This is an outrage.

I strongly protest

your department's
treatment of my client.

(yelling in Russian)

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 right 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 a 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 crap hole

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, boss.

McGee.

We'll be right down.

Boss, Ducky found the bullet.

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

I once found

a .22 caliber slug
in a woman's knee

and she'd been shot
in the chest.

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, no. Good heavens, no.

That's much to 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 esophagus

and we found traces
of protease pepsin

along with all sorts
of other things

such as sulfides,
oleic acid, polyphenols.

But the smoking gun,
so to speak,

was the presence
of triticum durum.

Pasta?

Specifically spaghetti

cooked with garlic
and olive oil.

Spaghetti aglio y 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 onto it.

Well, uh, 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.

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, I...

He was right here.

Couldn't have gone
far, boss.

Don't count on it.

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 want

to see what's in
that file, Mike.

Guess they're going
to 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,
audiotape 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 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 myself just fine.

No, I can't
do that, Mike.

All you have to be is 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.

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.

(chinking sound)

You hear that?

What am I listening for?

Ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch.

That's Abby's
mystery sound.

That explains
all the coins.

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.

Ah!

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.

(laughs)

I didn't pack the gloves.

Give me something.

(gags)

(groans)

Uh!

There's nothing here.

Hey!

Ugh!

Uh, you have a tissue
or something?

We have got to buy
some gloves.

(man coughing)

(vomiting)

This is going to be a long day.

(indistinct conversations)

Need-to-know basis,

and this one
you didn't need to know.

How well you know Carver?

Um, been with
Homeland Security
since the startup.

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 going

to 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)

(phone ringing)

Hello.
DiNozzo, it's Gibbs.

Oh, hey, boss, we were
just talking about you.

We got a security problem.

Time to go off script.
Where's Franks?

He's right...

Mike?

Mike?

Tony?

DiNozzo?

Tony?!

I lose any hair?

(paramedic chuckles):
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.
(phone ringing)

These guys will.

Yeah. Gibbs.

Director Shepard wants to see
you in her office.

Tell her I'm on my way.

Jenny?

"Jenny?"

Just, uh... how cozy
did you two get

while I was away?

(chuckles)

Boy, that knock
to the head

must have been harder
than I thought,

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

You think she's single?

He's fine.

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?
No.

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.

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.

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 going to break loose.

Jethro...

I really hope
you know Mike Franks

as well as you think you do.

Mr. Allen's office.

Marty Allen, please.

One moment.

Hello.
Mr. Allen?

Speaking.
Mike Franks.

NCIS Mike Franks?

One in 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?

$500,000.

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

and retire with

a sweet little
waitress named Camila Charo.

I'll have to contact
my client.

Can I get back to you?

Sure. You got a pen?

Hey, what kept him?
Business.

God, I hate lawyers.

Yeah, no problem.

I demand you release my client,
Agent Gibbs.

You 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 going
to 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.

Clear.

Clear.

McGee.

Smoke's from a
Russian cigarette.

Arkady hasn't been gone long.

Come on, double time.

(computer trills and beeps)

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.

The last call was to a hotel

in the port district--
El Ejecutivo.

Call was made to room seven.

Mexican hotel.

Names and
numbers, McGee,

starting with the hotel.

(tires squeak)

Are you sure?

That's what the manager said.

Room seven is booked
in the name of a Camila Charo,

but it was not a woman
that paid cash for the room.

It was some old guy.

Franks's brand.

(wistful
instrumental music playing)

(door opens and closes)

Beer's cold.

But they're all out of lime.

I sent the bar man
to buy some.

I told him to take his time.

You've got what I want?

And I've got what you want.

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 chamber cocks)

(groaning)

(Arkady exhales loudly)

(shell casings clinking)

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!

GIBBS:
Secure the room.

(door squeaking)

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 going
to sleep well tonight

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

I'm going to sleep
like a baby,

because Arkady Kobach
was a scary S.O.B.

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.

(distant voices)

(keyboard clattering)

(computer beeps)

(lively Mexican folk
dance music plays)

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