All language subtitles for ncis 16x06

♪ One night as I was
walking past the cemetery... ♪

Hey, hi.

How are you?

You gotta go, you gotta go.

(man yells)

Oh... you didn't make it?

(chuckles)
That Halloween gag

y'all got in there
nearly scared me half to death.

(chuckles)

Gag? Wh-What gag?

What did you do?

My boss is gonna kill me.

Me? I just got here.
All right, pal,

I'm working the graveyard shift
on Halloween.

My life ain't exactly great
to begin with.

Last thing I need
is some practical joker...

I'm telling you,
I didn't do this.

After you.

(gasps)
Holy...

♪ NCIS 16x06 ♪
Beneath the Surface
Original Air Date on October 30, 201

== sync, corrected by elderman ==
@elder_man

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JIMMY: Do you know
that Halloween's origins

come from the Celtic festival
for the dead called Samhain?

I'm not much of a Halloween guy.

Yeah.
Neither are the Celts.

They believed that ghosts roamed
the earth on All Hallows' Eve,

so they'd dress up in costumes,
leave little treats

along their doorsteps just
to appease the evil spirits.

Yeah? Appease me.
What do you got?

Petty Officer,
uh, Tim Buckley.

Well, at least
that's what

his ID says.
- Yeah.

Poor fella didn't
go easily or quietly.

- Who's he?
- Still working on an ID.

But is it me,
or does this guy

look familiar?

There's a lot
of blood.

No footprints.

Oh, you noticed?

Either the killer

floated out or, uh,

these two killed
each other.

Before or after his slit throat?

Let's not forget
the broken neck.

So I'm going with floated out.

It is All Hallows' Eve,
gentlemen.

Perhaps it was

a Celtic evil spirit.

I was-I was joking.

(chuckles)
I-I was just joking,

that you...

I was just making mirth.

I don't even believe
in evil spirits.

- Though, that being said...
- Okay, here it comes.

Okay, have you noticed
anything strange going on

at the office lately?

Well, aside
from McGee, uh,

marching behind his
desk during breaks?

No, not really.

Oh, no. No, no, no. I'm-I'm...

(whispers): I'm talking about,
like, supernatural.

Things down in autopsy

keep moving around
when I'm not there.

Well, actually, now that
you mention it, uh...

Yeah?

- Boo!
- (grunts)

(clears throat)
You got me. You got me.

Do you, uh, recognize
either of the victims?

Never seen 'em
before tonight.

Anyone suspicious
come in or out?

Uh, yeah. Tons of suspicious
people come in and out.

This is a truck stop.

MAN:
Come on, man, bathroom!

The next one's

not for 20 miles.

Hey, hey, who
the heck is she?

MAN: What? I've been
driving all night.

They are not happy.

Must be all the coffee.

We're not gonna see much

from the security footage.

Wires were cut.

Well, I saw something:

both those dead guys

go into the bathroom.

Did you see anyone
go in after?

That's the thing.

Nobody went in
after them.

Not until him.

And they were already dead.

Well, they didn't
kill themselves.

Uh, Tim? I'm starting
to worry about you.

Hey, laugh all you want,
but people that sit all day

are twice as likely
to get heart disease

than those that stand.
- All right, talk to me.

Uh, the first victim you know

as Navy Petty Officer

Third Class Tim Buckley.

Yeah, went on leave yesterday.

C.O. said he was driving home

to visit his parents
in Philadelphia.

Unfortunately,
we're still trying to ID

the second victim.

No, we're not.

According to his DNA,

victim number two is...

Anderson Kohl.

Uh, yeah.
He's a former Marine.

Who failed out of a FLETC

survival training class in 2006.

A friend of yours?

Man, I knew this guy
looked familiar.

I-I took the same class
before I went undercover.

This guy was a rock star.

Yeah, but you said
he failed out.

Yeah, he had an
authority problem.

But he was good.
He was really good.

How'd he end up dead
in a truck stop bathroom?

I don't know.

We were close during training.

We were always trying
to one-up each other.

Then we lost touch
after he failed out.

Well, he's got no work record,
no social media presence,

but he lives here in D.C.,
rents a condo in Georgetown.

Go, Torres.

Take Bishop
with you.

(door buzzes)

WOMAN (on intercom):
Be right with you.

Oh, okay, this is not how I
pictured Anderson Kohl living.

Oh... my God.

Check that out.

Yep, it's a car.

No, you don't understand.

This car is worth more than
both of our salaries combined.

No way. Really?

(gasps)
I still don't care.

Yo, NCIS should
give us these cars.

Because the bad guys
would never outrun us.

(scoffs)
Hey, cool your jets, Will Smith.

This isn't Bad Boys.

- Good morning.
- Oh.

You must be
the government people.

Uh, yep.
Agents Bishop and Torres.

Rachel Brentwood.
I'm the owner of the building.

Nice to meet you.
Uh, a building

that has some tenants
with some serious bank.

Had.

Now that Mr. Kohl has died,
I'm gonna have to find

someone to replace him.

Wait, Kohl was the only one
who lived here?

Oh, there are actually two
units. I live in the second.

Oh, okay, so these
are your cars.

Of course not.
I have my own garage.

No, these all belong
to Mr. Kohl.

Hold on. Are we
talking about

the same Anderson Kohl
that we're talking about?

Wait until you see his condo.

- Whoa.
- Hmm.

Are those heated tiles
in the bathroom?

Along with gold-threaded
shower curtains

and a self-cleaning toilet.

Wow, I am never
using my bathroom again.

Oh, wow, really?

You don't care about cars,
but that toilet-- wow,

that just puts
you over the edge?

Okay. Can you focus?

So, Kohl--
what'd he do for money?

And by that, I mean...

how much does a place
like this cost?

Well, you know the old saying:
if you have to ask...

♪ I got girls, I got girls ♪
- Oh, sorry.

♪ I got girls ♪
- Sorry.

Sorry.

♪ I got... ♪
(music stops)

Oh, wow.
Look at that.

- Mm-hmm. - (gasps)
- How nice for him.

Friends, girlfriends?

And please don't tell me
he dated a supermodel,

'cause I'll be jumping
out a window.

Yeah, we've been having trouble

tracking down
anyone who knew him.

Mr. Kohl was a model tenant.

Quiet, private.
I rarely saw him.

(air hisses)

And I have never
seen that before.

You're sure that
doesn't come standard?

I have no idea
what this is.

Oh... what?

Well, fake passports.

Licenses.
Who was this guy?

TORRES:
Zurich, Tokyo.

Who goes to Guam?

Where is Barotseland?

Africa.
What's it got to do with Kohl?

Well, we're going through
all the identities

that Torres and Bishop

found in Kohl's apartment.

We found over 20 aliases.

They're popping up
all over the world.

He boarded a plane to Kiev

with a Russian passport
three months ago.

And Colombian customs
has him entering

as Juan Perales
after that.

How long was he there?

He never stays longer
than two days.

Maybe he's working for somebody.

Well, we called CIA,
Homeland, FBI.

He's not any of theirs.

You know, when I was undercover,
I had a few aliases,

but nothing like this.

I knew a lot
of smugglers who did.

Okay.
What's he smuggling?

Drugs, guns.
People?

You asking me or you telling me?

I don't know,
is there another option?

Sure.
Go find it.

(sighs)

Hey, Kasie.

What are you doing here?

Uh, I was just checking in
for an update.

Who told you
there was an update?

Was it Jimmy? Hmm?

Whoa. Uh, you know what?

I'm gonna come back later.

No, stop. No.

(sighs)
I'm sorry.

You have no reason to apologize.

Did I apologize, or...?

This isn't your fault.

You're not the one who refused
to clean your bathroom ever.

Ooh. No, that would be Torres.

There is just so
much contamination.

I mean, when
Gibbs first said

"truck stop bathroom,"
I thought, "Oh, oh, sure,

this might be a bit rough."

But there's too much.

I mean, look at all this.

Yeah, it's gross.

Have you ever swabbed
a urinal cake?

Uh, is that a trick question?

Because I just added
that to my résumé.

I mean, do you have
any idea how much DNA

men just leave
around a bathroom?

And I don't even want
to say what else.

Uh, I don't want you to, either.

The entire crime
scene is unusable.

(chuckles) I will never
find the killer's DNA

in that cesspool.
- Okay.

Have we had a chance to look
at any of the other evidence?

Oh, you mean
the victim's cell phone

that I still
need to finish cracking

and do a full data search on?

Okay. I'm just gonna go.

Or were you referring to
the entire evidence garage

of personal belongings
that I still need

to sort, categorize...

JIMMY:
Okay, here I am.

Just going home for the night.

And now we're gonna
see who's coming in

and messing with my stuff.

Oh, Th...
that's just me, again.

You all right, Palmer?

Oh, j...
I... Yes.

(stammers)
No. I mean...

(stammers) Never mind.
It's just that...

(quietly): ...one of the bodies
switched coolers last night.

All by itself. Which is
ludicrous, right? I know.

So I was just checking the
security footage to see if...

If it could tell me
what you found on our victims.

I think I know
where you're going with this.

Uh, let's start with our mystery
man here, Anderson Kohl.

Cause of death:

not a mystery.

- Killer slit his throat.
- Yeah.

Severed right
carotid artery.

And based on the upward
pulling of the laceration...

He was attacked from behind.

Probably never
saw it coming.

- Unlike Petty Officer Buckley...
- Who was beat to hell.

JIMMY: Yeah, you can see there's
multiple defensive wounds here.

If I had to guess, I would
say the killer's target

was Kohl, and this
poor guy was just...

In the wrong place
at the wrong time.

Is this a new thing,

where you're gonna start
finishing all of my sentences?

Got a problem with that?

I'm a fan.

It's like...

it's like we're bonding.

Over a slit throat and
a broken neck, but...

I'll take it.

It's not easy to break
somebody's neck.

You know, and it's doubly hard
the way that the killer did it.

I mean, his technique
was so good,

he completely split
the spinal cord in half.

Now, that's rare.

This killer is
well-practiced, Gibbs.

He's done this before.

Whoa.

Hell of a car, isn't she?

She ain't a car.
She's magic.

Huh. Kohl was definitely
good at spending money.

He was good
at making it, too.

Ooh.

Do I detect a note of jealousy?

Jack--

I knew the guy, okay?

We were equals once.
I mean, friends, even.

But the guy wasn't smarter
than me or better than me.

Do you think
that he's better than you now?

Oh, I never said that.

- (chuckles)
- The guy was a millionaire, though.

I mean, he's got
a dinosaur head.

I guess we all take
different doors that lead us

to different paths.
- But what door

did Kohl take
that led him to have all this?

The same one

that led him
to be laying in autopsy

while you're searching
through his personal belongings.

Speaking of which, did you
find anything interesting?

Um... yeah.

This lockbox
is interesting.

- What's inside?
- We couldn't get it open,

but we're hoping
Kasie has better luck.

Kohl had a lot
of toys, but, um,

he virtually had no personal
belongings in his condo.

I mean, toothbrush, deodorant.

He learned how to live
without sentimental attachments.

Why would he or...

anyone like him...

do that?

I don't know.

Do you?

Hey, Kase.

- Hey, how you doing?
- Oh, Gibbs.

Listen, I'm sure Bishop
told you about my little...

toilet tantrum earlier,

but I just want to say
that I've calmed down now,

and all is right
on planet Kasie.

Toilet tantrum?

She didn't tell you?

No. I was asking
about the case.

Yeah, but you said,
"How you doing?"

When you ask about the case,
you say, "What do you got?"

I'm just saying, you know,
consistency helps.

All right, fine.
What do you got?

(gasps) The secret to our
killer's disappearing act.

So, unlike our slowly
unraveling medical examiner,

I refuse to believe
in floating spirits.

So I got the truck stop's
architectural blueprints

and found an old, out-of-use
ventilation shaft

above the ceiling tiles
in the bathroom.

Large enough for a person
to crawl through.

That must be how our killer
got in and out

without being seen.

I was also able
to break into Kohl's cell phone.

He only used
a four-digit password,

which most people don't realize
isn't that secure.

Though you seem like
a six-digit guy, at least.

I don't have a password.

I'm gonna try
to not judge you now,

but I may fail.

Okay, so, moving on,
or back to the cell phone.

What's so interesting about it
is that Kohl barely used it.

Never texted a single person,
never called anyone.

And no Candy Crush,
if you can believe that.

So what'd he use it for?

Well, the only thing
he used it for was to keep track

of birthdays.

So, what, we got a list

of Kohl's friends?

Well, not exactly.

In fact, I highly doubt it.

I took the liberty
of tracking down

all the names on that list.

Every single person
on that list is dead.

Dead how?

Murdered.
Kohl had a list of names

of unsolved murders
from all over the world.

We got victims
in Guam, Tokyo...

Barotseland.

Ooh.
I don't even wanna know

how you knew that.

How'd you know that?

Pull up those trips
that Kohl's been taking.

Now bring up the birth dates.

Well, stiffen the wombats.

Kohl was there in every city
when someone

on his birthday list
was murdered.

GIBBS: Those aren't birth dates.
Those are death dates.

It's a hit list.

- So what does that make Kohl?
- A hit man.

Hmm.
So Kohl was a hit man.

Who kills a killer?

BISHOP:
Maybe it was a hit gone wrong?

Maybe Kohl was trying to take
out Petty Officer Buckley,

and things went sideways?

Kohl was the target.

Buckley just walked in
on the hit.

Maybe it was
revenge.

Kohl had a lot of victims.
That's a lot

of angry friends
and relatives.

Yeah, and these are not
the kind of victims

whose buddies
will call the cops.

- Who are they?
McGEE: Well, we've got

drug lords, mafia,
money launderers.

Which one's she?

That is
Jenny Wayfair.

This one's
actually local.

She worked at a pawn shop

her boyfriend owned in Fairfax.

Pawning can be
a dangerous game.

I see you figured out
Kohl was a hit man.

Good for you.

Uh... who's that?

(knocking)

Director Vance.
Officer Clark.

Call me Westley. It's nice to
finally meet you, Director.

Likewise.
But have we...

Have we met before?

I don't think so.

But I did attend
a briefing you gave

at Langley last summer.

Ah, that must be it.

Here.

Speaking of which,

I hear you had quite
a summer this year.

Well, that's an understatement.

I did some recon on Nigel
Hakim's inner circle

a while back.

I know just how
terrible they can be.

How they break people.

You said on the phone

that you wanted to talk
about Anderson Kohl.

And CIA appreciates
your cooperation.

We gonna get
the same from you?

VANCE:
Special Agent Gibbs.

You'll excuse him.

We haven't had
much luck interfacing

with CIA in the past.

What do you know about Kohl?

We've been tracking
his movements

for a while now,

But we've always been

one step behind.

Well, he's downstairs
in autopsy.

Go say hello.

To be honest, we're more
interested in his handler.

The guy who gets him the jobs--
that's who we want to take out.

- Cut off the head, kill the snake.
- Mm.

Who's his handler?

We don't have a clue.
That's why I'm here.

I was hoping you could
help us find him.

We're trying to solve a murder.

And you don't think that

if you find
Kohl's handler he might

be able to
shed some light on that?

Okay, so how about

I scratch your back,
you scratch mine?

Go on.

Do you have any leads
on who took Kohl out,

theories on motive?

Going with revenge.

Smart.

Dive into the murder cases.

See if maybe
a survivor got payback.

But Kohl killed
a lot of people.

You run down
all those suspects,

that's a lot of
shoe leather.

Well, perhaps CIA can help
with the international cases.

Absolutely.

And if you find
any information

that could lead us
to Kohl's handler...

Gibbs, does that
work for you?

Have I got a choice?

No.
But let me be clear.

NCIS has a case to solve.

We are not here
to be CIA's lapdog.

We all want
the same thing, Director:

to save lives.

All right.

BISHOP: All right, I'll tell him.
Yeah, thanks.

That was Torres and McGee.

No luck finding
any leads so far.

So, next on the list

is Jenny Wayfair.

Killed by Kohl
three months ago.

Police investigated.

All they got was a witness
who saw her in an altercation

with an unidentified male

the week before she died.

This is her boyfriend's
place-- Bill Zaprowski.

Zaprowski the kind of guy
to go after a hit man?

Well, he was investigated
for laundering and racketeering

but the feds could never
make any of the charges stick.

Morning.

Morning. You Bill?

Pope wear a funny hat?

Special Agent Gibbs
and Bishop, NCIS.

You looking to buy, sell?

- Trade.
- We have a couple questions

about your girlfriend.

That's, uh....

that's not my favorite
subject these days.

Jenny died months ago,

which I'm guessing
you already know.

We know she was
murdered months ago.

Yeah, and her killer's
still out there.

That son of a bitch
better hope I never find him.

Ah, funny you say that.

Anderson Kohl.
You know him?

- No.
- You sure?

My dad just said he didn't
know him. Why are you pushing?

Well, maybe your dad
did find Jenny's killer.

Kohl was murdered, along
with a petty officer.

If you think my dad could
take out two guys at once,

you're nuts.

Well, he did manage to

racketeer and launder
money at the same time.

Okay, how did I do this?
Machine gun?

- (chuckles)
- Knife.

(laughs)

Hand-to-hand combat.

Two against one.

Just a small problem
with that.

Double bypass.

Three weeks ago.

BILL:
Listen, I wish it was me

that killed this guy.

Oh, I truly do, trust me.

But I'm not your man.

Though I sure as shinola
ain't gonna lose any sleep

over him being murdered.

McGEE:
I don't see what the problem is.

Anderson Kohl's a hit man.
You're not.

- I've killed people, too.
- Yeah, but not for money.

I don't get paid
to work at NCIS?

- It's totally different.
- How is it different?

Name one difference
between Anderson Kohl and me.

He's dead.
McGee.

I'm serious, man.
The dude and I

had so much in common
in training.

Yeah, sure, he chose
to zig when I zag, but...

how many choices am I

from going down the same road?
KASIE: I don't know,

but the anticipation
is killing me.

How many?

Maybe we should just jump
into what I found?

Yes, please.

Yes. I wasn't able to figure out

the combination
to Kohl's electronic lockbox,

so I did it
the old-fashioned way.

(drill whirs)

Ooh, destroying
sometimes feels good.

What was inside?

Oh, the reason that we were

having trouble
tracking Kohl's assets:

a cryptocurrency wallet.

Were you able to access

the blockchain ledger
of his purchases?

I was.

Torres, you still
with us?

Yeah, I got it.

Kohl paid for stuff

with that thing, and you, uh...

...were able to do something
with it.

Trace it.
Yeah, that-that's close enough.

So what'd Kohl buy?

Guns, ammunition,
weapons.

Hit man stuff, basically.

See, man, I-I would have bought

all that stuff.
- You would not

have bought a haladie knife.

I got two.

Well, they're
collector's items, so...

Wait, what is this huge
spike in purchases

over the past month?

Even more guns and ammo.
Kohl bought enough

to outfit a small army.

Why?

Oh, I don't know.
But why don't you ask

the guy who sold it to him?

- You got a name?
- Oh, well,

when you're good, you're good.

What I do is completely legal.

I sell guns.

Well, you sold guns
to a known killer.

Kohl killed
20 people.

Trust me, if you ever
got to meet him,

I bet you'd be surprised.

All things considered,
Kohl's a pretty good dude.

Oh, so you think of him
as a friend?

Absolutely.

Well, your friend is dead, Rod.

They got him.

I can't
believe it.

Who got him?

You think they know who I am?

Was it revenge?

Do you think
they know who I am?

Was Kohl murdered
because of someone he killed?

I can't talk to you.

The people he worked for
are monsters.

Telling us what you know is
the only way we can protect you.

Or...

you can just
walk right out that door.

Fine. I'll talk.

But, for the record,
you guys got it all wrong.

Kohl wasn't taken out
because of someone he killed...

but because he refused to kill.

So what kind of hit man
refuses to kill?

It's not the kind of business
you just quit.

Not without some
serious blowback.

I'm guessing that's why Kohl
armed up and went on the run,

not that he got very far.

So who got to him?

Well, the arms dealer thinks

it was Kohl's mystery handler.

Well, it makes sense.
Handler's the one

that gets the jobs.

If Kohl ever flipped,
handler goes down.

Now we have NCIS and CIA
looking for the same person.

Yeah, how we supposed
to track someone

who's been hunted
by the CIA for months?

Kohl's hit list.

BISHOP:
What... I mean, it's a list

of dead people.
- Yeah.

Someone hired Kohl
for every victim on that list.

Yeah, if we find
whoever ordered the hit,

they can lead us to the handler.

All we have to do is solve
one of these murders.

Okay, so, I mean, which
victim do we start with?

We've got a lot
to choose from.

- Her.
- Pippi Longstockings?

We've already got a lead.

The pawn shop owner's
girlfriend.

Yeah, there was a witness

who saw Jenny
fighting with someone

the day before
she was killed.

That someone could be the person
that hired that hit man.

Come on, get that witness
in here, let's go.

- Knock, knock. Agent Sloane?
- Yeah?

Officer Clark

from, uh... CIA.
- CIA. Uh-huh.

Word gets around.

- Yeah, I'm sorry.
- It's okay.

Mm, so...

I hear that
our brain trust is

making some progress
finding your handler.

Yeah, they've, uh, they've
gotten more done in two days

than we've done in two months.

Yeah, they're good like that.

Yeah. I took notice
when I read

the after action report
on Nigel Hakim.

You and
Director Vance

had one hell of a summer.

It was fine.

(both chuckle)

Well, if fine is being captured
by Hakim's people,

I would hate to hear about
one of your bad days.

What can I help you with,
Officer Clark?

Yeah, uh, can I sit?

- Please.
- I heard, uh,

that you are quite
the profiler,

and I am handling Kohl's
international cases,

and I was hoping that maybe

you could profile
some of the victims?

Uh, to what end, exactly?

In the hopes
of establishing a pattern.

Uh, I... I could do that,

but I don't know
how useful it would be.

Kohl doesn't choose his victims,
they're chosen for him.

Yeah, by the handler.

- Mm.
- And in establishing

a pattern in those choices,
that could help us find him.

Wait.

You've been chasing
the handler for months.

Hasn't the CIA already
run all of these profiles?

Yeah, we have.

But I also wanted
a-a fresh set of eyes.

I see.

So... we have a plan?

Well...

I do have one profile

for you already.

Well, that was fast.

CIA Officer. About 45?

Good-looking,
skilled at

asking roundabout questions

in order to dig up
unrelated information.

And what information

am I trying to dig up,
Agent Sloane?

I have no idea.

I just know that you're not
getting it from me.

Mm. A hit man?

Are you sure?

Police reports said you
witnessed her fighting

with someone the day before
she was killed.

I did?

Who can remember?

Does that mean
you don't remember?

Remember what?

Nice place.

Do you rent or own?

(chuckles) It's a...
it's a federal building.

Oh. Well, the orange
is a bit much.

So we spoke to the detective
in charge of the case

and he said that you knew
who killed Jenny.

Yeah, then you changed
your story.

I did?

Who can remember?

I think you can.

You run a, uh...

a six-figure sweater
knitting business

out of your home.

You've got
two employees.

I bet your memory
works just fine.

Look, sonny, I can't
talk to you, all right?

Why is that?

Because these people
are killers.

Is that why you
changed your story?

Well, hell yeah,
that's why I changed my story.

I didn't work my butt off
all these years just to be 86'd

two weeks before retirement.

I got trips planned.

We can protect you.

Mm-hmm, until you can't.

Miss Brown, if you don't
help us, more people could die.

And this is my problem how?

Because one of them
might be you.

You said they're killers.

Either work with us or...

you're taking your chances.

All right.
What do you want to know?

Who was Jenny fighting with?

His son, John.

That's who hired your hit man.

You sure?

After I called
the cops,

he came to my house

and he said,

"If you talk,

I'm gonna have you killed, too."

So, yeah...

I'm sure.

MCGEE:
So Johnny boy put out a hit

on his dad's girlfriend?

Then threatened to kill
a sweet little old lady...

ish.

Wow, and I thought
my family had issues.

Should we
bring him in?

Not unless we want him to walk.

Well, everything we have
is circumstantial.

Actually, I found something
that might stick.

I was going through the son's
financial records...

JIMMY:
It's, uh, this way, guys.

Uh, follow me. I promise
it'll only take,

like, two minutes of your time.

Thank you so...

You guys want to
go down to autopsy?

I will meet you there.

(clears throat)

And, uh,
there's-there's candy corn

for the first one there.

(chuckles)

I don't even
want to ask.

I really don't want to answer.

But if you make me,
I will tell you

that there's absolutely no way

that I heard something
whispering my name

from an autopsy closet,
because... that is

not possible, Gibbs, and those
two gentlemen with guns

are gonna look inside
just to prove that.

Well, anyway,
I was going through

the son's financial
records and found

an overseas account.

Every week, over the
past three years,

he wires a cash deposit

for $9,500.

Mm, just under the IRS
reporting requirements.

- Where's the money coming from?
- Well, it looks like the pawn shop.

Every week, there's a withdrawal
for that same amount.

So what kind of pawn shop
generates that much business?

One that's laundering money.

Laundering money?
Are you kidding?

Does this look like
my kidding face?

No, it looks like your
"I'm totally wrong" face.

All right,
so what happened?

You and Jenny had
a fight over money?

NCIS really likes
wasting people's time.

- She confronted you...
- This is ridiculous.

...so you had her killed.

- (scoffs) This is a joke, right?
- (door opens)

How's he doing?

Well, we've got him dead
on the money laundering.

Torres just needs to get him

to admit to hiring Kohl.

I have to say,
Director Vance,

I'm very impressed
with your team.

This is
exceptional work.

We still don't
have the handler.

Jack, have you met
CIA Officer Westley Clark?

He's assisting
NCIS with the case.

We met.

ZAPROWSKI:
You know what? I'm done here.

I want my lawyer.

Have a seat.

Sit down!

Getting that lawyer
might be a good idea.

Should get one for
your old man, too.

For what?
He didn't do anything.

He owns the pawn shop.

This has nothing to do with him.

See you.

Ju... Wait!

Just...

wait.

Okay?

You got to leave my dad
out of this.

He doesn't know about any of it.

Define "any."

He didn't know what I was doing.

But Jenny found out.

I tried talking
with her at first,

but she wouldn't listen.

Threatened to go to the police.

So I called a number
I'd been given.

I was told
it'd be taken care of.

I had no idea
they were gonna kill her.

Don't need a number.

I need a name.

McGEE:
Ms. Brentwood.

NCIS..

Hands where we can see them.

Please. I didn't survive
the streets of Hell's Kitchen

just to let a couple of feds
get the drop on me.

If I were gonna shoot you,
it would've happened already.

Put the cup down.
Put your hands in the air.

You should know
I didn't want to terminate Kohl.

I quite liked the man.

You sort of remind me
of him, actually.

But he refused a hit,
said he wouldn't kill military,

and I couldn't have that, so...

- Kohl had to go.
- I said put your hands in the air.

Or what?
You'll kill me?

One of my hit lists is in
the hands of a federal agency.

I'm already dead.

Who did Kohl refuse to kill?

- Who's the target?
- You'll know soon enough.

A deal is a deal,

even if I'm not around

to receive my payment.

GIBBS:
Give me a sitrep.

Jimmy's bringing in the body
and McGee's downstairs

with Kasie trying to crack
Brentwood's cell phone.

Got any leads on the target?

We turned her place
upside down--

nothing.
(computer dings)

Uh, well, Kasie just sent
something up.

She must've gotten
into the cell.

It's another
list of names.

Could it be
another hit list?

For who?

Another hit man.

Wait, Gibbs,
check out the date

on the top of the list.

If that's a hit order,

it just went out today.

Navy Lieutenant Connor Reese.

- Where is he?
- Um...

He owns a house in Alexandria.

I'm calling now.

No, Bishop, go. I got it.

The hit order--
who did Brentwood send it to?

A burner cell.

And whoever owns it
disabled the GPS.

Or they thought they did.

These days, privacy has
gone the way of the dodo.

Turns out, he visited a website
that installed a cookie

which uploads his location every...
- Yeah, I got it.

Where?
Well, the cell signal

bounces around the D.C. area

during the day,
but at night,

comes back to
the same place.

A rental property in Georgetown.
Care to guess the owner?

- Rachel Brentwood.
- She leased it to a guy

named... wait for it,
wait for it.

Got it. Adam Neil, 38.

Boss, he was at the crime scene.

He was asking a
ton of questions.

Probably trying
to gauge his exposure.

Where's the phone now?

Uh, it's a parking garage in...

Alexandria.

I still don't understand
how you do that.

Daily observation 15:
I really do love this new job.

Lieutenant Reese. NCIS.

It's unlocked.

Was Gibbs not clear enough

that there was a hit man
trying to kill this dude?

Crystal.

Clear.

(thump)

- Gonna open?
- Uh-huh.

Go.

Don't kill me!

Didn't you hear us say NCIS?

Yeah. But I didn't believe it.

Adam Neil!

Get out of the car.

He left his phone.

Got the trunk.

Took his weapon.

Call Bishop and Torres.

Where are we going?
Back to NCIS.

I can't believe someone
wants to kill me.

(phone rings)

Hold on, hold on.

Get down!

Ellie! Basement.

What? Nick,
I'm not leaving you.

I'm hit, bad.
Take him. Take Reese.

(grunting)

Freeze!

I actually
didn't get hit.

And I didn't actually
go to the basement.

You know, it's this code
that we worked out.

If, uh, one of us
uses first names,

the other one fakes a retreat,
and then doubles back.

(chuckles)

That was a good job, babe.

Don't call me babe.

- Babe?
- Mm.

Babe.

Agent Gibbs is interrogating
the suspect now,

but we believe he's responsible

for the deaths of Petty Officer
Buckley and Anderson Kohl.

Do we know why Lieutenant Reese
had a hit put out on him?

Well, he was serving on the jury
in a drug trafficking case.

Which has now turned into
an attempted murder case.

Well, excellent work,
everyone, all around.

VANCE:
Well,

then I guess this
is bon voyage, Officer Clark.

I guess it is.
It's been a real pleasure.

I can't thank
NCIS enough.

And when I get promoted
for this, drinks are on me.

(short chuckle)
- - All right, we're gonna hold you to that.

- Here, I'll walk you out.
- Bye-bye.

Leon.
Hmm?

Be careful with this guy, okay?

Well, you don't
have to tell me that.

He's been
so far up my butt this week

I almost started
charging him rent.

(laughing quietly)

SLOANE:
Hey.

Whoa, Jimmy,

you okay?

No. I, um,

I just requested
a temporary leave.

- What?
- It's just everything down in autopsy.

I mean, the bodies
moving around, the voices.

I can't do it
anymore, you guys.

Hey, Jimmy, just-just calm down.

There's only
one explanation for this.

I...

am losing my mind.

It is classic
schizophrenia.

The symptoms are dead-on.

Okay, McGee,
you have to tell him.

Tell him what, McGee?

You're not crazy.
It... it was me.

You're just saying that, pal.

I-I looked through
all of the security footage.

All right?
And no one set foot inside.

Come here, take a look at this.

After I moved the body,

I doctored the security tapes.

Nice.

Why would you do that?

Well, it was Ducky's idea.

He suggested I do, like,
a holiday surprise

for you while he's gone.

He was probably
thinking, like,

orange cupcakes or pumpkins.

Everyone loves pumpkins, McGee!

Look, I'm sorry. I didn't know
you'd react like this.

I apologize. Let me make it up
to you, all right?

I'll buy you a beer
or something.

(cackling on recording)
(exclaiming)

No, I think we're even.

(both laugh)

On second thought...

almost even, Agent McGee.

TORRES:
Hey, yo.

I got your voice mail.

What up?

You feeling okay?

Well... been a while

since I've taken a dive
like that.

My back is a little sore.

Nothing a little gin

and ibuprofen couldn't fix.

Wasn't talking about the pain.

Oh, wow.

McGee?

Yeah.

And Bishop and Jack.

It's just because they care.

Look, no disrespect...

I'm just not sure
you know what it's like

to look in the mirror
and, uh...

...and see a killer.

Actually...

maybe you do.

There's an ocean
between you and Kohl.

I'd say more like a creek.

Had the same training, the
same hobbies, same tastes.

What if I slip up?

It's about choices, Torres.

You've made yours.

And what choice is that?

You chose the life
where you catch the bad guys.

He picked the one

where you kill them.

For money.

Then why doesn't that
make me feel better?

Because you're a good guy,
and this is a dirty business.

And if you didn't feel that way,

then I'd start
to worry about you.

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