All language subtitles for NCIS.S15E11

Dude, this yacht

is off the hook.

Jacuzzi, 4K TV.

Thing's even got a tanning bed.

The only thing
it's missing is...

Oh. Never mind.

Wish me luck.

Door's open.

♪ Sex and lies and videotape ♪

♪ Sex and lies
and videotape ♪

♪ Sex, lies and videotape... ♪

Wow. Happy birthday to me.

Call for a date?

Mm-mm.

One hour, cash up-front.

Then we talk
about your birthday.

We're done talking.
Why don't you give

the birthday boy
a kiss? Huh?

Okay, well, why don't
we start with a drink, huh?

Well, I've been
drinking all day.

What I could use...

is a massage.

How about
a broken jaw instead, huh?

Uh... Who the hell are you?

Uh, nobody-- what are you
doing here, Luis?

What am I doing here?
What are you doing here?!

I'm workin'.
Wait, you know this guy?

Yeah, I'm her boyfriend.
No-- he's my ex...

boyfriend.

Oh, boy.

Buddy, take a hike.
I got to talk to my girl.

Charlie, come here.

Dude, this is my boat.

How about you take a hike?
Dude.

This is not your boat.

Well, actually, it's a rental.

Homie, do you realize that now,

I have to beat
the hell out of you?

That wasn't mentioned in the ad.

Look, I think we got off
on the wrong foot.

You give me
no alternative, buddy.

Wait, wait, hold on. I-I didn't
even touch your girlfriend.

Ex-girlfriend.

Whatever. Uh...

Here. Money, okay?

Here, take it,

and get out of
here, both of you.

I don't want any problems.

Charlie, come here. Charlie!
No.

Charlie,
don't walk away from me.

Come on, just give me
another chance.

Cool it, De Niro,

we're out of earshot.
Charlie.

I need you, Charlie.

I need you.

Did we get it?

Uh-huh.

Nice.

♪ NCIS 15x11 ♪
High Tide
Original Air Date on January 2, 2018

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@elder_man

All right.

Uploading Turner's cell phone.

McGee, you getting this?

So far, so good.

It should just
take a minute, boss.

- Any problems?
- Well, aside from Bishop

almost blowing up our cover,

no, we're pretty good.
Excuse me?

You shouldn't have
slapped his hand away.

I don't give out free samples.

I got three kids to feed,
and a sick Nana in Boca.

What? You told me
to have a backstory.

That's my backstory.

No, that's actually,

that's actually pretty good.
Thank you.

- What's wrong with Nana?
- Shingles.

Condolences. McGee?

All right, upload is complete.

I have mirrored Turner's cell,
so that we should be able

to listen in on
any calls he makes.

I thought we were
bringing him in.

We got a thousand grams
of fentanyl

being smuggled onto the base
every month.

Families are being torn apart.

SECNAV wants it stopped.

Director, uh, Jared Turner

is just a street dealer.

Uh, the better play here
is to tail him.

Find out where
he's getting the drugs from.

All we know right now is that
they're being smuggled in

from Norfolk's civilian marina.

Actually,
we may know something else.

Turner's getting a text.

From who?

No idea. It's a burn phone.

But the message is a heads-up.

It says someone's coming
to buy drugs,

but the sender wants Turner
to put a bullet

in their head, instead.

So if we intervene,
we-we blow our op.

So I'm assuming we...

Intervene. Can't
let a murder happen.

Right. Yeah, no.

That's totally what I was...

Yeah.

So, how's this
gonna do down?

I take the stern,
you take the bow?

No. We do the
Torres Triple Play.

No, please, not another
undercover story.

I was midtown, working
undercover at a clock factory...

Any more texts?
No, not yet,

but I am running
a trace on the...

What is it?

That's a heel.

McGee? Any word?

No, still nothing.

I've tried Torres's burn phone
ten times.

You text Bishop?

Yeah, her burn phone,
her home phone,

Snapchat account, nothing.

Well, I viewed the tapes.

Didn't seem like
they had enough time

to make it to the boat
before it blew.

So then, where are they?

We got a body!

Yeah, go ahead and tie off.

I'll text Palmer.

Looks like he was pretty close
to the source of the explosion.

Yeah, I don't think
that's what killed him.

Looks like someone
shot him point-blank.

And wasn't Turner the one
ordered to do the hit?

Looks like something went wrong.

Sorry, sir, dock's closed.

I have a right to be here.

Are you gonna
let me through, G.I. Joe?

This is a civilian marina.

Thank you.

So I guess you're in charge?

Yeah. Special Agent Gibbs...

NCIS.

You own the boat
that was docked here?

I own four boats in this marina.

Three.

What the hell
happened to my boat?

You tell us.
I don't know.

I rented Chloe out yesterday
to some punk kid.

When I find him,
I'm gonna kill him.

Too late.

If you knew he was a punk kid,

why would you rent
him your boat?

Because his money was green.

He actually was
kind of a nice kid.

Was anyone with him?

Well, I know who wasn't.
Boss, look at this.

Just got this text
From Bishop's burn phone.

Rough night?

Gibbs, I know protocol says, uh,
we should've reported in.

Which I reminded him
of a dozen times.

Two dozen times.

But when an op goes sideways
like that,

you stay down
until you know which end is up.

And he calls that bit of wisdom
the Torres Two-Step.

You done?

Well, looks like
I didn't miss much.

Sorry I'm late.

I, uh, got stuck on the Hill.

Director...?
I'm here for a sitrep.

And since the mountain
won't come to Muhammad...

What happened?

I don't know.

We were walking towards
the boat, and then...

The next we knew,
we were flat on our asses.

Slipped away from the base,

found a spot to hole up.
Spent the whole night, uh,

searching
Jared Turner's cell phone.

We know where
he's getting his drugs from.

We need to go back in.

Only place you're going
is the hospital.

I'm sorry, guys,
but we didn't spend two weeks

backstopping
our identities just...

just so we can walk away.

Yeah, Gibbs, we're-we're fine.

You don't look fine.

Yeah, and for all we know,
you two have been made.

Okay.

Oh.

Oh, you're serious.

I don't get made,

Director.

With all due respect.

And Gibbs just told you
to report to the hospital.

Yeah, but...

All due respect.

All right.

Let's go, Muhammad.

Wait a minute,
I'm Muhammad, right?

Jared Turner, 32 years old,

with a record a mile long.

Petty theft, some B and E,
small-time dope dealing.

Not small-time anymore.

He's making enough
dealing to rent a yacht.

And thanks to Bishop and Torres
cloning his phone,

we now know who's supplying him
with the drugs.

Mitchell Young.
Runs a boating supply store

at Norfolk's
civilian marina.

And we've got texts
going back for months

discussing pickups
and drop-offs.

Bet they ain't
talking about bait or tackle.

- Must be where the fentanyl's coming in.
- He the boss?

Seems more like
middle-management.

But we're getting
closer to the top.

All right, let's pick him up.

It doesn't really look

like a hotbed for
drug distribution.

Well, that's why they call it
a front, McGee.

Hold on a second.

Wait, isn't Torres
supposed to be at the hospital?

Yes.

So he's disobeying
a direct order?

Yes.

Your driver's license says
it's from Maine, huh?

Mm-hmm.

It's beautiful
this time of year. Remind me,

what was the capital, again,
of that fine state?

Nice try, ladies.

So do you still want the, uh,
fidget spinners?

Well, we tried.

Augusta.

Excuse me?

Augusta, man, that's the, uh,
capital of Maine.

Ah.

Yeah, I'm straight
in the beer department.

So what can I do for you?

Ooh, that's not
the question, player.

The question is,
"What can I do for you?"

What's that?

That is a clone
of Jared Turner's cell phone.

My girlfriend snagged it
last night.

I'm listening.

We've been running the same con
for years, right?

You know,
she poses as an escort,

yeah, she clones
the-the marks' cell phone,

and then, uh,
we use that information

to steal the guy's identity.

Smart.

How you guys making out?
Not as well as you.

And go ahead
and put the gun back.

I'm not here
to blackmail you, man.

So what do you want?

I want a job.

Agent Torres,
you disobeyed a direct order.

Thought it was more
like a suggestion.

That's not the direction
you want to go in.

Fine. How about this?

- I made a choice.
- Not your call to make, Nick.

Put you and your partner at risk.
And it paid off.

Mitchell Young offered
both Bishop and me

a job on his crew.

So... what,
now two of my best agents

are gonna be spending their time

going up and down the boardwalk
selling drugs?

Well, it's a step up
from a hooker and her pimp.

Easy, killer.

Gibbs, this Mitchell guy

is higher on the food chain
than Turner was.

We are a step away from
the ringleader, and I know it.

Director, do you want to
bring down a drug ring or not?

Overdoses on the base
are climbing.

People are dying;
our friends are dying.

We don't have
a lot of leads here.

Actually, our divers
just recovered the gun

that was used
to kill Jared Turner.

The serial number's
been filed off.

You knew he was gonna do this,
didn't you?

Are we all good?

No. You're about as far
from good as possible.

And I'll deal with your
insubordination later.

But for now, yeah...

you're good enough.

Did you really know
I was gonna do that?

And then he left me

at the hospital,

while he went back in alone

to restart our investigation.

Okay, you know what?

We are good.

Mm-hmm. Thank you
for all of your help.

I-I actually, uh...

already had enough bullets
to confirm that

that is our murder weapon.

Sorry. I'm just... pissed.
Couldn't tell.

Look, I'm sure
that Torres feels terrible

about what he did.

Ooh, I'm the man.

The director just approved...

Be glad I took the gun.

Yo, yo, yo, yo.

Bishop! Hold on, hold on.

Oh, now you have
time for me, Nick?

Something wrong?

Yeah. I thought we were a team.
We are.

But I saw an opportunity,
so I took it.

Well, that wasn't really
your decision to make.

It was better
that you didn't know.

Oh, really?
Better for who, Nick?

Look, maybe
I screwed up.

But when you're undercover,
things move fast,

and you're forced to do things
that you normally wouldn't do.

And you do it because...
because it feels right,

because you're in the zone,

because you
just have to.

And at the end
of the day,

that's how you stay alive.

Just wanted to...
capture the moment.

Oh.

And to tell you that the gun

our divers found
is, in fact,

the gun that killed
Jared Turner.

Any luck I.D.'ing the owner?

Well, you know the serial
number was filed off the gun,

but you also know...
That you're a genius?

Thanks. I didn't want
to have to... say it myself.

So, earlier this morning,
I tried this new technique.

It's called electron
backscatter diffraction,

and it images, like,
individual atoms...

So how much technobabble
do you want to hear?

Is zero an option?

Yes. Our murder weapon

is registered to...

Denise Mancuso.

She's a science
teacher on the base.

She looks more like
band camp than badass.

Now, I also
have an address.

All right,

well, send it to McGee.

Torres and I have to go
sell some dope.

Well...

that explains the
thumping sound.

Sorry about that, my friend.

I normally use the bag
to clear my mind, but...

I have plans tonight,

and I don't want to sweat.

Not yet.

I assume you're here
about our murder suspect.

I got to say, this woman Denise

is about as squeaky clean as they get.
Mm.

Ninth grade science teacher,
PTA mom.

Hardly someone who would be
involved in a drug ring.

That's not why I'm here.

Hmm.

No, I'm good.

You don't look so good, Leon.

Take a load off.

Huh.

Oh.

Let me guess.

Agent Torres?
You're wondering

if you can trust him
after he ignored your orders.

No, actually, now I'm wondering

if I'm that easy to read.
Listen,

this isn't the first time
Agent Torres defied orders,

but this is the first time
you've been in my office.

Yeah, but this time
he took it too far.

I'm afraid Agent Bishop
may pay the price.

He's a lot to handle.

We trained him to follow his gut
and take chances,

and that's what he did,
and it turned out to be

the right move.

Sound familiar, Director?

Gibbs.

Well, that's...

that's just great-- that's
all I need is two of them.

Here.

I'll take a yellow one.

Thanks, Jack.

See you later.

Are you kidding me?

This is a joke, right?

Sorry, Mr. Lane, this is
all I'm authorized to do.

I lost a million-dollar
yacht on your dock,

and all you're gonna comp me
is two scuba tanks?

Where's Mitchell?
Out on a dive.

He'll be back at 4:30.

Then I'll be back at 4:30.

What up, what up?

So, where is
Mitchell, really?

Let me guess.

You're the new guys?
And you are...?

Donnie. Mitchell's assistant.

He's in the back.

Go wait by that door.

I'll let you know
when he's ready.

No, not you.

Just her.

You already had your interview.

Wherever she
goes, I go.

It's okay, baby.
I'll be fine.

Why don't you pick out
a new suit for me

while you're waiting.

Ready to get to work?

Uh... yeah.

She has enough bathing suits.

All right, so what
are we doing, huh?

Dropping off? Picking up?

Sort of. You see those tanks?

Yeah.

Well, we got to carry them
out to the truck.

They need to be
hydrostatically tested.

I'm sorry... it sounds like
you're asking me to, um...

lift stuff.

Uh, that's not
what I signed up for.

Yeah, you and me both.
But somebody's got to do it.

Besides, the last guy blew up.

I picked her up

at the school
science fair.

She was baking cookies
in a solar oven.

Cookies?

Mint chip.

We sure Abby's got
the right person here?

She hardly seems

like a homicidal arsonist to me.

You think?

I-I know why I'm here.

And I could totally
explain everything.

It's actually quite funny.

Mm.

Uh...

uh...

one of my students needed a
fake I.D. for a practical joke.

I-I'm pretty good with
Photoshop, so I...

Not why you're here.
Oh.

Is this about the cannabis
in the school greenhouse?

I have a card.

It allows me
to grow up to...

It's not about the cannabis
in the school greenhouse.

I'm... just gonna...

stop talking now.
Good idea.

You know this man?

No.

How about now?

What's going on?
What's going on is it looks like

you snuck aboard Jared Turner's
boat two days ago,

put a bullet in his head.

Started a fire
to cover up the murder.

You can't be serious.

That your weapon?

Then we're serious.

That gun was stolen
over a year ago.

Did you report it?

No.

Why not?
Because it was stolen

by my sister-in-law.

As much as I despise
that crazy bitch,

family is family.

That crazy bitch have a name?

Yeah. Frankie.

Frankie Mancuso.

Who wears a
Red Fang T-shirt

to a family
Christmas party?

Yeah, we're moving
about a kilo a month

but there's always room
for improvement.

Yeah, I'm interested.

Any day now.
Door's open.

So, you wanted
to talk to me, or just...

stare at me like an idiot?

Feisty.

I see why he likes you.

Yeah, well,
I'm a very likable person.

I'm glad that's settled.
We done now?

No.

This is a job interview.

I thought I already had the job.
Your boyfriend vouched for you, yeah.

And I had him checked out--
he's the real deal. But, uh...

I need to see
what you got for myself.

Take a seat.

Okay.

So am I filling out a W-2?

Not quite.

Anyone who works for me

has got to understand
two things.

One...

I'm 100% loyal to my crew.

And two...

I expect the same
thing in return.

Don't I, Frankie?

I swear... I just went
to the yacht trying to score.

You shot my best earner.

Jared pulled a gun on me.

He was gonna kill me.

What was I
supposed to do?

Die?

Like I said...

loyalty.

Your boyfriend
proved himself

when he returned
our stolen property.

Now it's your turn.

In case it wasn't clear,

I'd like you
to shoot this woman.

Mitchie, please.

You want her dead, you shoot her.
It's simple.

You want to work for me,
you got to get your hands dirty.

And if I don't?

You don't want to find out.

And I don't got all day.

No.

Oh. One more thing.

Don't miss.

There's only one bullet.

In case you get any ideas.

What the hell?

Yo, we got to go.

Some kids set off
the fire alarm.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Did I miss something?

Just tying up a loose end.
Do it.

Fine. Whatever.

What are you doing, Luis?
What, are you crazy?

The base fire department
is on its way over.

Can't get caught
with a dead body.

We can't get caught
with a live one, either.

Come on, man. We're not shooting
anyone on base. Think.

So we take her off base,

put a bullet in her head
and dump the body.

Um...

yeah.

What she said.

McGee's checking out
her apartment.

Still no word
on the BOLO.

No one can find her.

Gibbs.

Yeah. Think I found her.

Whoa, whoa. Bishop?

He was the one who was
supplying Jared with drugs.

Bishop, slow down.

I'm supposed to kill her.

Plan is to put
a bullet in her head

and dump the body.
Is there a plan B?

Then I send the photos
to Donnie's burn phone

to prove I did it.

You okay, Bishop?

Oh, I'm better than okay.

Who knew dropping bodies
could be such a rush.

Dropping bodies?

You know I can hear you, right?

I can totally see
why Torres likes this

undercover work so much.

Get a sitrep on Torres.

He stayed behind, hasn't seen

any drugs yet, but...

at least
he's getting a good workout.

You're a cop?!

You almost shot me!

I got to go, Gibbs.
Company.

Special Agent Eleanor Bishop,
and no,

I didn't almost shoot you.
Really?

Then what do you call
putting a gun

to my head
and pulling the trigger?

Well, that is what's called

the Torres Trick-Fire.

See, Agent Torres
was working undercover

when his partner was
ordered to shoot someone.

In order to bail him out,
he triggered the fire alarm,

knocked the gun away
at the last second.

I knew what he was doing.
What?

Your life was never in danger.

It was a little in danger.

Well, it doesn't really
matter anyway, because...

I'm still gonna
have to kill you.

All right, got it.

Perfect.
I'll send them to Donnie.

- Nice work, Abbs.
- Thank you.

The trick is using real blood.

Just kidding. Come on.
Let's get you cleaned up.

- And then?
- And then

you make a statement
about the shooting,

and hope we believe
it was self-defense.

But first, we need you
to tell us everything you know

about the drug ring,
starting with who's running it.

If I was gonna tell you that,
we could have just skipped

the makeup job.

Hold that thought.

You wanted
to see me?

Yeah. So,
we've offered our witness

every deal
in the book, and...

she's still
not talking.

I was hoping since you
built a profile on her,

you might have some insight?

You thought right.

With this one, you
don't use a carrot.

You want to
use a stick.

Look, I told you,
I'm not a snitch.

You sure about that?

Pretty. Okay.

Which photo

would you like us to send
your pal down at the marina?

This one... or this one?

Hmm?

Yo, man, how many more

scuba tanks?
My back is killing me.

Uh, one more load.

What?

And then what?

Please tell me it's, uh,
it's something illegal.

Uh, inventory.

Somebody's got
to do it.

And we got to clean
the bait freezer, mop the floor.

Then Mitchell's gonna
load you up with some products,

see if you can earn your keep.

Is that what happens
when you don't?

Ah, she wasn't part of the crew.

She's just a customer.

Didn't mean any harm.

What happened?

Got in too deep.

Owed too much.

Became a liability.

Well, that's the
business we chose, right?

Not the business I chose.

No, this business chose me.

I wanted to be a fireman.
Oh.

Then I grew up,
and I wanted to be a teacher.

Hell, I even thought
about being a cop.

Wait. Like a... like
a police officer cop?

Yeah, like a cop cop.

It's hard to imagine, huh?

And then...
then my mom got sick.

You know,
she didn't have insurance

so we needed fast cash, and...

wasn't fast enough.

Hey, it's never too late,
you know?

For what?

To become a teacher.

Mitchell, it's Lane.

Get your ass out here.

Where's Mitchell?

And think twice before
you tell me he's not here.

Just a minute,
Mr. Lane.

He's down
at the dock.

I'm not someone to screw with,

and they're about
to find that out.

You realize I just signed
my own death warrant, right?

We can protect you.

You saw these guys.

You're playing with fire.

Look, don't worry
about Torres.

He can handle himself.

- Okay, what do you got?
- A name.

She gave up the ringleader.

- Look familiar?
- The yacht guy.

His name is Richard Lane,
but we knew that.

He makes his living
renting out boats at the marina.

But we didn't know this.

He's got an
offshore account

in the Caymans.

Lane is making a lot
of cash somehow,

and it's not from booze cruises.
We got our guy, boss.

- All right. BOLO.
- Uh, don't need one.

Torres just texted.
Lane's at the marina.

It looks like something's
about to go down.

All right, grab your gear.

Doesn't look like anyone's home.

- Any word from Torres?
- Uh, no.

He's gone dark. His last
text was 20 minutes ago.

All right.

Bishop, cover the front.

What? Me? Hey,
what about McGee?

Okay, covering
the front.

Where'd they go?

Not the question.

What happened?

That's the question.

That's Torres's burn phone.

NCIS. Don't move.

Uh...

can I help you?

Whose blood is this?

What blood?
I don't see any blood.

Yeah.

Me, neither. Drop 'em!

Don't know how the Feds
caught on to us, boss,

but the new girl
just saved my ass.

- Okay, good.
- What's the play?

Are you sure
you know what you're doing?

No, but it
feels right.

Let me know when
you get there.

Boss wants us
to take these guys off base,

waste 'em, then bury
all three bodies at once.

Who's the third? And where
the hell is my boyfriend?

Watch them.
I'll be right back.

Talk to me.

Uh, I don't know
what happened here,

but Torres could be in trouble,
and if we want to find him,

this is the only way.
Boss, I think

maybe he's been
a bad influence on her.

Just trust me.

This guy will never, ever
tell us what went down.

Bishop, I trust you.

And if anyone
in his crew finds out

that I'm a federal agent,
they'll kill Torres on the spot.

I can't
believe Lane shot me!

I'm really
rethinking that decision

not to be a fireman
right now.

Donnie, we've got to get
you to the hospital.

Ah, nah.

No hospitals.
There's too many questions.

Well, here's a question.

How long
until you bleed to death?

Ah, I think
that bleeding's almost stopped.

It's too late
for my suede seats, though.

All right, no hospital.

But we got to get you
off the streets, buddy.

We got a safe house
set up outside of Baltimore.

You turn around,
we can go there.

Oh, yeah, if you want
to get killed, sure.

After what happened
back there, man,

you're out of business
for a while.

Right now, there's
a feeding frenzy

between all your
rival drug dealers.

We can't trust
the safe house.

Okay. So what do we do?

What the hell are you doing?

I wanted to be a fireman
when I was a kid, too.

And, um,
50 million other things.

And, at the end, I...

I guess I did 'em all.

Donnie, I have something
to tell you.

Let's go.

No. I-I'm not
going anywhere

until you tell me
where my boyfriend is.

He's fine.

That's not what I asked.

Tell her the truth.
Your boyfriend's dead.

Ignore them.

They're just trying to drive
a wedge between us.

Your boyfriend is fine.

But Donnie took a hit.

They're en route to
a Baltimore safe house.

You gonna tell me
what happened or what?

We had a problem with someone
in our supply chain.

Guy came in with a
little too much attitude.

So you killed him.

Lane killed himself

the moment he pulled
a gun on me.

Richard Lane?
Oh, you know him?

Condolences.

Are you making a play to
take over the business?

Take over...?

Hold up.
You think this tool

is the boss?

I hope you guys haven't been
working this case for too long,

because you're nowhere.

Th-This guy was your supplier?

No.

All he did was rent us the boats
we used to pick up our product.

We send these out empty...

...they come back filled
with pure-grade fentanyl.

Top-of-the-line product,
almost too good to be true.

It was like printing money.

Looks like you're gonna
have to find a new way

to smuggle the drugs.

If Lane's not the boss, who is?

Wait. So if she's not
your girlfriend...

then who is she?

We're federal agents.

Federal agents?

My name is not Luis.

I'm Special Agent Nick Torres
from NCIS.

You lied to me.

And I'm sorry about that.

Look, man, I think
you're a good guy...

who got caught up
in a bad situation.

Ah, gee, thanks.

You think you could
tell that to the judge?

You're not the one we want.

If you're willing to testify
against your boss,

we can protect you.

Well, Nick...

I don't think I can do that.

Huh.

I am the boss.

Now start driving.

Now.

Still no lead
on the Baltimore safe house,

but we did manage to pull
Donnie's vehicle registration.

Green Jeep Cherokee.

BOLO.

Already out. And the
staties just reported

a sighting
outside Wilton.

Then they lost him.

Wilton?
Where the hell is that?

It's got to be closer to
Baltimore than we are.

Nick's gonna be okay, right?

Thanks for playing.

Try again next time.

Not talking?

Bishop was right.

He does know where the
safe house is in Baltimore,

but he's locked up
tight as a drum.

Let's unlock him.
Not gonna happen.

This guy would rather go to
prison than rat out his crew.

Jack, thanks.
I'll take it from here.

Okay.

Jack.

Why don't you go back upstairs?
I got this.

I got it from here.

So... sending in
the big guns now, huh?

I got to admit,

I didn't see
this one coming.

Well, that makes two of us.

Though, in hindsight,
it kind of makes sense.

Your "girlfriend" was
way out of your league.

She's, like, a hard ten.

You're, like,
a soft seven.

Oh, she'll love to hear that.

Slow down.

I don't want to get pulled over
on our way to the safe house.

And when we get
to the safe house?

Tell me everything NCIS knows
about my business.

You're not very good at
reading people, are you?

I don't know how you ended up
on that side of the line,

but I don't think
your heart's in it.

Yeah, you're too good at this.

Maybe I'm just that awesome.
Maybe.

I don't think you are.

I mean, the way you
looked at your partner

after that kiss...

Any man that can fake that
deserves to win an Oscar.

That desk is killing you.

Only time you
really feel alive is when

you're back
on the street.

So come with me.
Join our crew.

You don't have to go back
to that desk.

I'm afraid I do.

I left a candle burning.

Only thing
I'm gonna tell you is:

your agent's dead.

Or he will be by the time they
get to that safe house.

Trust me, Donnie's
made him by now.

You trying to scare me?

You're gonna have to try harder
than that.

Okay.

Oh, okay.

I'm gonna give you one more
chance to join my crew.

Stay at NCIS, be our man
on the inside.

You just can't quit me, huh?

Nah, I'm a businessman.

And I think you'd make
a great investment.

Oh, yeah?
Yeah.

That's funny, 'cause I-I
thought I was a seven.

Soft seven.

Ah, life taught me
a long time ago, when you see

an opportunity, you better
be ready to jump on it.

We both know that you're
just stringing me along

to find out how much
NCIS has on you.

And then you're gonna put
a bullet in my head.

Not me.

But my crew.

All right, we're here.

Okay, slow down.

Then we're gonna
park in the back.

Slow down.

Slow down!
What are you doing?

Hey! Stop the car!

Stop the car!

Son of a bitch.

Sorry. I saw an opportunity.

So I jumped on it.

It doesn't matter.

You're a dead man.

I got three guys inside.

What do you think
they're doing right now?

Hey, Torres!

That was some
good driving.

Gibbs!

Yes!

Mitchell gave up
the safe house.

Glad you could make it.

McGee.

Ah. Yes!

Gibbs, I got to give you a kiss.

I'm gonna kiss you.
Come here.

Donnie started as
a low-level dealer,

selling to mostly civilians.

But then had the idea
to use the Norfolk marina

to smuggle drugs onto the base.

And nobody knew that
Donnie was the leader?

Almost nobody.

Only his top lieutenants.

That's how I'd do it.

Not that I...

ever would.

Well, glad to hear that there's
a limit to your insubordination.

Speaking of which,
there's about 50 scuba tanks

that need to be carried out
of the evidence truck.

Yeah, figured you could
handle it, muscles.

And as for you,
Agent Bishop,

hell of a job.

Hungry?

Oh, yeah. Yeah,
I could eat.

Unbelievable.

I-I bring down an
entire drug ring

and all I get is a promotion
to Special Agent Gopher.

Hmm. Oh,

that you brought down?
I mean, I seem to recall

rescuing you at the end there.

Do you not remember me

launching the bad guy
into orbit?

All right,
all right.

You were good.

Really good.

Well, I had a good teacher.

Well, you taught me
some things, too.

Really? Like what?

Like don't eat garlic pasta

before you make out
with your partner.

I wasn't gonna say anything,
but that was a little rough.

I wasn't gonna say anything
but you got a little toothy.

Ah. Rude.

We got weird jobs.

Weird... but awesome.

I'm kind of sad it's over.

I mean, what am I gonna do now?

Go home?
Watch a movie?

Oof, boring.

No. Let's-let's
do something.

Like, hit the gun range,

or go BASE jumping.

Can't. Scuba tanks.

Oh, right.

Good luck with that.

See ya tomorrow.

Luis.

See you later, Charlie.

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