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What's an NCIS agent
doing so far from home?

I'm teaching a class

on the forensics
of cold cases.

We're using the murder of a man

named Pedro Hernandez
as a case study.

I need to exhume the body
of Pedro Hernandez.

The body of a drug dealer
from 20 years ago?

I don't think anyone will mind.

DUCKY:
I have it.

ABBY:
The evidence in my report

says that you killed
Pedro Hernandez.

I mean, I know he killed
your wife and your daughter.

Tell me what your
patriot Bell is up to.

He's been accumulating

information on
Special Agent Gibbs.

Where is he?
Last I heard he was headed
back down to Mexico.

I need you to get a message
to Mike for me.

The message is: Rule number 44.

(whispers):
Oh, Mike.

That ain't Franks.

Who is it?

Colonel Merton Bell.

Colonel Bell wanted to prove
he was a better man than you.

He and his men made
for a useful ally,

but they were a means to an end.

Then you might as well put
a bullet in my head right now,

because you're not
gonna get anything.

Well, hermano,
does he have your
precious report?

No.

Brother and sister.

But I never lost
a night's sleep

over your father.

This is the bullet
that should end you.

Do you think I want that?

What's your assignment here?
Director's
orders.

Observe and report.

If I must...

I promise to personally

visit Pennsylvania

and shoot your father
in the head...

(echoes):
in the head...

(door opens)

Can I help you?

Yes, Mr. Gibbs.

I think you can.

Now, ma'am...

you need to go.

But we have so much
to talk about.

From what I hear,

you didn't come to talk.

(pumps shotgun)

(laughs)

You are just like your son.

No, ma'am.

He's just like me.

(gunshot strikes window,
excited chatter outside)

How confident are you...

Mr. Gibbs?

I was raised on a farm.

Used to play chicken
in my daddy's truck

every Saturday night.

This ain't much different.

(dog barking in distance)

(door closes)

MAN:
Come on, come on!
Mátalo.

Ahora.

(excited chatter continues)

(gunfire stops)

(exhales)

Find him.

(car alarms blaring,
excited chatter outside)

(siren approaching)

Señora, la policía.

He is gone.

♪ NCIS 8x01 ♪
Spider and the Fly
Original air date on September 21, 2010

-- sync, corrected by elderman --
-- for www.MY-SUBS.com --

(dog barking in distance,
traffic passing quietly)

(quiet clatter nearby)

I thought we'd try
some ham today.

I hope those eggs

aren't overcooked.

You don't have to make breakfast
for me every day, Dad.

Breakfast is the most
important meal of the day.

Gets your batteries charged.

Mm-hmm.

Mom used to say that.

Uh-huh.

(sighs)

Thought I'd do
some errands today.

Fix that faucet upstairs.

Anything you need?

No. Wish you'd take

the agents with you.

Do I really need those guys?

They're good men, Dad.

I've been living in this house
under lock and key

for months now.

They've never done a damn thing.

You're lucky you're not dead.

I'm lucky there was a storm
cellar I could hide out in.

Son...

I want to go home.

It's time.

When it's safe.

(indistinct chatter over video)

(gunshots, shouting, screaming)

(tires screech)

(gunshots continue)

Watching it again is
not gonna change anything.

It was a trap.

Yep.

Now look.

Rivera gives the signal.
(gunshot)

All hell breaks loose.

He knew we were following him.

We walked right into it.

Let it go, DiNozzo.

(gunfire, people shouting,
screaming)

Any word from Franks?

Sorry, boss.

Observe and report.

Director's orders.

It's hard to observe
when you're being shot at.

Think Vance is still
angry with me?

VANCE: What do
you think?

Morning, sir.

We were just discussing
our continued effort

to locate Paloma Reynosa.

And?

How about those
Washington Nationals, sir?

I just got off
the phone with SECNAV.

He wants to know why NCIS
can't successfully orchestrate

a manhunt for
one female drug dealer.

It's Mexico.

What's to say she hasn't
already crossed the border?

My gut.
The DEA wants

to step in.
However,

I'd like to save face.

And despite
Señor Rivera's family ties,

the Mexican
government has opted

to keep him
in a position of authority.

GIBBS:
The government's got
their hands full these days.

I guess the Reynosas have
paid off the right people.

Yeah, or killed them.

Status report.

Ziva's following
a lead in Miami,

a Cuban tie-in.

Agent McGee.

At the Canadian border.

VANCE: This is starting
to impact our workload.

Paloma could be anywhere
in the world by now.

Yeah, Leon, or she could
be across the street.

Dead reservist.
Check it.

Saddle up, DiNozzo.

We're not going
to Arizona, are we?

West Virginia.

JIMMY:
Spectacular.

Are those the
Blue Ridge Mountains?

Shenandoah River's not far.

Thank God I'm
a country lad!

"Country boy," Ducky.

TONY:
For an emergency landing,

this helicopter's
surprisingly intact.

Landing's not
what killed them.

Them? As in more
than one them?

Captain John McMahon,
owned and piloted

the charter service.

Around 2:00 a.m.

this morning, he was
in the middle of a job

when he, uh, reported
mechanical trouble.

Then he made a Mayday
and set her down here.

That was the last
anybody heard from him.

Based on the blood flow pattern,
the real trouble wasn't midair.

The captain was shot
here on the ground.

Got another gunshot wound
over here, Doctor.

There's a nine-millimeter
casing in the grass, boss.

.45 next to the pilot.

Wait, they
shot each other?

You got a passenger manifest?
No, sir.

No route
logged, either.

TONY:
Middle of the night, somebody
hired this guy on the QT.

GIBBS:
So, after the Mayday,

the passenger couldn't risk
talking to the police,

so he shot McMahon.

He didn't expect him
to shoot back.

Wait a minute,
where are the guns?

Holster's empty.

Eye in the sky.

Record his flights.

Must've had more than
a few bad customers.

(beep)

That's her.

Doc, got a time a death?

Approximately... nine hours ago.

TONY:
Hell of a lead time.

DiNozzo, local
airports on alert.

Call Vance.

Tell him we need agents
at the state border.

DUCKY: Where do you figure
Ms. Reynosa's headed, Jethro?

I don't know, Duck.

But I'd sure like
to get there first.

Well, you know, West Virginia
has five bordering states, boss.

Giving out geography lessons
now, are you, DiNozzo?

I'm just saying that's
a lot of land to cover.

Get Ziva back from
Miami; tell McGee

the chopper was heading
north when it went down.

North as
in Canada?

Yeah, maybe.

(horse neighs)

That horse likes you.

This isn't funny, Tony.

Oh, poor McMountie.

Hey, so have you seen any, like,
moose and stuff up there?

Hey, uh, where's your buddy,

Claude?

Isn't that your
friendly St. Bernard

with the little barrel
of whiskey under his chin?

Look, I've been up here
playing Dudley Do-Right

for two weeks, okay?

It's September,
and there's snow on the ground.

Would you at least give me
a little compassion here?
(mock sob)

And what would that be for, huh?

Did you forget to take off your
toque when you entered a room?

You're gonna get
in trouble up there--

hanging with
the blue-necks,

throwing back a
two-four of pale ale...

I've actually been working,
unlike certain people.

Certain people here

are working, McGee.

Uh, of course, boss.

Paloma Reynosa was in a chopper

headed up the coast--
any idea why?

Well, DEA and Mounties
narc division

shut down a border
exchange yesterday.

The product was from Mexico
and had potential ties

to the Reynosa cartel.

So Paloma could've been
headed there to seal the deal?

If the copter hadn't gone down,
we might've gotten her.

(horse whinnies, McGee groans)

Boss, can I please come home?

Nice horse, Tim.

(horse neighing)

Boss?

Mr. Palmer, did you
ever visit the paradise

that is Turks
and Caicos?

PALMER:
No, but I did drive down
to the Florida Keys once,

and I had the most delicious

key lime pie at this little
shack right there on U.S. 1.

I swear, the meringue

had the appearance
of nimbus clouds.

And...

I'm sorry.
Uh, you were saying?

Well, as a boy, my parents
used to refer to the region

as the British West Indies.

But never
in my life

have I encountered insects
as unique to a locale as there.

Uh, so you are
reminiscing

based on the bug bites
on Estaban Lopez.

Reynosa's friend here
had no idea

what he was into,
traveling with her.

His dermis is a veritable road
map of entomological reactions,

and that, combined with the
contents of his stomach...

I am sure we can ascertain
their various destinations.

So you can actually tell
the difference

between these bug bites?

Of course, Mr. Palmer.

Yeah, the Everglades are

home to 43 species
of mosquito alone.

Yeah, and don't get me started
on South Carolina's velvet ant.

Hmm.
Now, then, I'll
run the gut

while you get that up
to Abby for analysis.

Yes, perhaps
our friend Estaban here

can not only help us find
his previous employer,

he can tell us
where she's been.

(computer chimes)

(sighs)

Definitely not now, Dad.

Hello, Tony.

I'm back.

Well, hello,
Little Miss Sunshine State,

and don't you look balmy?

I do not know what
"balmy" means,

but I will assume
it is not good.

Well, just because I was
alone manning the fort,

handling Gibbs solo

while you've been strolling
around South Beach,

dancing to the rhythm
of the night...

(laughing):
...why would I feel the need
to say anything negative?

Because you are you.

Besides, I was working
the entire time.

(scoffs)
Ha.

Ha, what?

Working.

Are those tan lines?

Where do you think
you're looking?

Does it even matter?

Well, actually, yes, it does,

and I can assure you
I do not have any tan lines.

Oh, so you did lay in the sun?

Yes, I did, actually, this
morning before my flight,

and I came up with something

case-related
prior to my departure.
(sniffing)

Hmm, you smell like
ocean and shea butter.

A local Dade County
informant said

that a Mexican drug shipment
recently came in by boat--

a deal closed
by the Reynosa family--

and Alejandro Rivera even
paid a political visit

to the mayor.

Wonder Twins
have been busy.

The Wonder who?

Wonder Twins--
TV superheroes.

They're brother and sister.

When they touch their
rings, they activate--

form of a waterfall,
shape of a dinosaur,

that kind of thing.

Okay, what do you think
they are up to?

Maybe they're following through
on business before pleasure.

Is killing Gibbs' father
business or pleasure?

Both.

(firewood clattering)

Want some help?

You all right?

Yeah, I'm fine.

Why?

Your head's not here.

I saw the agents checking
their weapons a while back.

Figured something was up.

Paloma's back.

She surfaced
about 300 miles away.

Got no sense
where she's headed yet.

Coming here, I imagine.

Your instincts were right.

Sorry I doubted you.

Been rough on everybody, Dad.

When this is over,

why don't you come back
to Stillwater with me,

help me fix
up the store?

It's all boarded up.

I could use an extra hand.

I got a job to do.

Well, the job can wait.

(Gibbs chuckles,
screen door creaks)

(door unlocking)

(creaks)

Is there something wrong
with the front door?

Wouldn't have been much
of a surprise, then.

How'd you get past the agents?

Dad, meet Mike Franks.

Mind if I
make myself

at home?

What took you so long, cowboy?

Three fingers for me, probie.

Thought you were dead.

I got better.
(laughs)

So what happened after
the gunfight that day?

I was hurt pretty bad.

I holed up in a little convent
south of La Paz.

Padre there owed me.

You know, drinking wine

and playing cards
with the sisters,

I never been closer to God.

Hmm, before that, back in May.

After I got your call and
made sure the girls were safe,

I took on Bell's men.

They burned my little piece
of heaven to the ground.

I got most of 'em.

They only got
a little piece of me.

Thanks for coming.

Wasn't an option.

There's always options.

You got yourself
in a heap of trouble,

messing with the wrong
familia.

There's some big guns after
you down there-- up here.

Sweet little Paloma's got
a hornet up her skirt...

and her sights
are set on revenge.

Think I'd miss that?

Dangerous.

Do what you have to for family.

What rule is that?

The unspoken one.

(laughs)

So, what do you think?

This one, or this one?

What's Darren know
about collars?

Nothing, but after guarding me
for four months,

I've come to value
his quiet opinion.

You got something?

I got a lot.

I analyzed everything in
Estaban Lopez's G.I. tract,

and based on

major mass spec's icky
findings, Ducky was right.

Paloma and her men were eating
their way through the South.

I found traces of
blue crab, salt pork,

alligator--
all local proteins

and all suggesting

a food trail that leads
from Mississippi to around

the Florida panhandle.

They're moving.
Yeah, but that's

just how long food stays
in the human body.

By analyzing
the healing progression

of Lopez's various bug bites,

which range
from a Virginia chigger

to a mosquito
that's indigenous

to the Everglades, I was able

to track his movements
for four months.

Now, assuming
that they were together,

it looks like Paloma's
been on a mission.

Those are drug routes.
Yeah,

she wants to make sure that
her product is well-distributed

throughout the East Coast.

She wants us to see that her
business is better than ever.

Look, um, Gibbs,

I know that we should
arrest her,

but in jail or not,
she knows things about you,

like dangerous things.

I mean, I just think
we need a plan.

Yeah, I got one, Abbs.

Well, that's great, Gibbs.

I'd really like
to hear it sometime.

(elevator bell dings)

(inhales deeply)

Ah, I missed
these stained orange walls.

God bless
tacky American bureaucracy.

The prodigal
probie returns.

You know,
I realized something, Tony.

You don't appreciate something
until it's gone.

So you missed me, eh?

No, no, other things,
like breakfast without beer.

I thought that was the Irish.

Canadians, too.

Beer doesn't go
well with eggs or oatmeal.

Why are you so tan?

Why are you so white?

I've always been like this.

It becomes you.

You're lying.

Through my teeth.
The reason

Paloma Reynosa never left
is she never wanted to.

(phone rings)
Then what

has she been doing here?
DiNozzo.

Yeah.
She's solidifying

her cartel pipeline.

Building new relationships,
huh, and now?

Now...

TONY:
On our way.
...she's coming after me.

That was the DEA.

Got another body.

Dead drug dealer--

Frederick, Maryland.
Okay, take him with you,

fill him in on
the way. Ziva?

Alert Maryland
State Police.

Paloma's getting closer,
and she's not sightseeing.

Welcome home, McGee.

(intercom beeps)

RECEPTIONIST:
Excuse me, Director?

What is it?

I have Director David
on a secure line.

Tell Director David
I'll call him back right away.

Yes, sir.

It's need-to-know.

I don't.

That's for sure.

Paloma could have set up
a new pipeline anytime.

Why now?

Fuel to the fire.

Your father-- where is he?

He's at home, safe.

I'd like to keep him
that way.

If Paloma is responsible
for this dealer in Maryland,

I have to think
that's about one thing, Gibbs--

that's sending you
a message.

Nothing I don't know
already, Leon.

I want to move you
and your father to a safe house.

Already in one.

That's what I thought

last year with my wife.

Why not take
every precaution?

I am.

Bringing in Mike Franks
doesn't count.

(chuckles)

I don't want Franks

making things any worse
than they already are.

No, it can't
get any worse.

(door closes)

I hope you're right.

Where'd you learn to drive under
the speed limit like that?

It's impressive.

Saskatchewan?

You never complained
about my driving before.

(Tony chuckles)

Well, I do sense
a change in you, Tim,

maybe a little
French-Canadian influence.

Quebecois?

I am not listening
to this.

You know how much tail

Gretzky and Lemieux got
back in the day?

It's nothing
to be ashamed of.

I am not Canadian.

TONY (in Canadian accent):
No worries, it just happens
by osmosis, you know.

I was there for
two weeks, Tony.

How about a little
Celine Dion

doing the Canadian
national anthem?

Oh, will you just
let us do our jobs?

♪ O, Canada... ♪

Baby backs are on sale.

Hey, so listen to this.

Witnesses report a
Hispanic woman, mid-30s,

left the store after
they heard a gunshot.

Sounds like our Paloma.

What do we know about
our local butcher here?

Well, his name's
Charles Newburgh.

Co-owns the place.

Hmm.

(chuckles)
Chuck is in the chuck.

Yeah, rap sheet's
a mile long,

but he claimed he was
trying to go clean.

Although, local PD
suspects this store

of being a drug
distribution center.

Criminals.

Was it nature
or not enough nurture, Chuck?

Looks like a small caliber
to the back of the head.

He let Paloma get close.

Did you check
the parking lot?

'Cause I'll bet
you anything
his car is gone.

Think she stole it?

What better way
to cross state lines

than a no-frills
meat truck?

I'll get a BOLO out.

Come on.

22 bucks a pound

for a rib-eye?

There's the real crime.

(chuckles)

How long you been
working on that?

About two months.

What's next, basket weaving?

You and me, Jackson,

we're old enough to know
what's important.

And sitting here
whittling is no way

to watch a clock tick down.

If this...

Reynosa woman wants trouble,

bring it on.

Yeah.

I had my moment with...

Paloma Reynosa.

I'm not looking forward
to the next one.

We got to get
this over with.

Grow some stones

and take this
señora down.

Eh, don't listen to him, Dad.

Jethro, what he's
saying makes sense.

Thanks, Mike.
I've got
an opinion;

he's got a right
to hear it.
GIBBS:
Yeah, well,

hard to take a guy seriously

who keeps getting
body parts blown off.

When is this woman coming?

Let's end this.

Not just for me; for everyone.

(laughing):
This is so...

What's so funny?

Nothing, just an e-mail
from a friend.

Guy friend?

Yes. My friend is a man.

(phone rings)
Interesting.

Ziva, Ziva, Ziva.

And did you meet

said man in Miami?

DiNozzo.

Really?

Send him up.

Who was that?

You'll know soon enough.

I'd better tell the director.

VANCE:
Tell me what?

Sir, someone's here to see you.

That someone have a name?

(elevator bell dings)

I thought we should talk.

You got a lot of nerve
showing your face around here.

Legally, I've done
nothing wrong.

What my sister does
has no impact

on my ability to represent
the Mexican people.

Your sister is a drug dealer
and a murderer,

and I have reason to believe
it runs in the family.

Your opinion is unfounded.

Your men fired

on one of my agents.

My men?

I was in as much danger
as Agent DiNozzo and Mr. Franks.

What do you want?

Diplomacy.

Ah, easy to say,
hard to achieve.

Hmm, maybe not.

My sister is in your country
to procure a new drug pipeline

from Mexico
to the Canadian border.

I can give
you details--

details that will cripple
her operation.

In exchange for what?

Extradition.

Let me take Paloma
back to Mexico to be tried.

Your sister could have bribed
her way across the border

at any time
over the last four months.

Why bring her home now?

Because my country recognizes
the trouble that she has caused.

I don't buy it.

Diplomacy, remember?

I'll have to discuss this
internally--

State Department, DEA.

Of course.
No promises,
no guarantees.

It's up to you, Director.

So many lives,

millions in drug money.

International relationships
are often built on compromise.

Not my relationships.

What do you think
they're talking about?

I can think of a few things
I'd like to say to Señor Rivera.

Things that would probably
get you arrested.

It wouldn't be
the first time.

Is Rivera smiling?

Saw a cat smile
like that once.

Agent Gibbs.

What an unexpected surprise.

How's your sister,
Alejandro?

(chuckles)

Considering the stress
of the situation,

it's nice to see you
in good spirits.

Señor Rivera.

Wow.

What are you doing here?

Abby, would you believe
I came to see you?

Um... no.

You know, I never did get
that report.

Well, I've told you multiple
times that I sent it.

Really, I did.

You know, it's funny.

Ms. Hart was looking
into the situation as well,

and now she's

out of the country.

I assume you have another
printout of your findings.

No, there was just one.

Hmm.

You know,
I'm terribly disappointed

with how things turned out.

But look at me rambling.

It's late,
and you should get home.

Yeah, be careful.

The roads can be
dangerous at night.

What did you just say?

Nothing inappropriate, I hope.

You want to threaten someone,
you can threaten me.

Not the people
I work with.

Your team can be hotheaded
and reactionary, Director.

They're not doing you
any favors.

Let me do you one.

Somebody show Señor Rivera
out, before he gets hurt.

By whom?

By me.

ABBY:
I wish I had never
gone to Mexico,

never offered to
help Alejandro.

I wish I had never
finished that damn report.

He's just trying to get
inside your head, Abbs.

Oh, he is inside
my head, Gibbs,

and he's making
himself right at home.

Not going to let
anything happen to you.

DUCKY:
Jethro.

Jethro, I'm glad
I caught you.

Look at this.

That's a Mexican
Day of the Dead doll.

Precisely-- Day of the Dead--
and I just found it

neatly tucked against
my windshield.

ABBY:
I've got one, too.

A message perhaps
from this afternoon's

unwelcome guest?

(phone ringing)

Yeah.
Gibbs.

Don't look forward to the day
you stop suffering

because when it comes,

you'll know you're dead.

Got more Tennessee Williams
for me, Paloma?

(chuckles)

You remember how much I enjoy
his work, Gibbs.

I hope you are enjoying mine.

(dialing)
Gibbs, are you
all right?

(phone rings)

McGee.

Trace my last
incoming call.

On it.

(typing)

Gibbs.

Darren, you stay
with them,

you stay with them.

Give me a location.

Locking onto the signal.

It's right outside your house.

Get a hold of the agents
detailed to my dad.

Boss, it's, it's just ringing.

They're not picking up.

Get DiNozzo, get Ziva,
get 'em there now, go!

(tires screeching)

(door opens)

Oh!

What's wrong, son?

We were down in
the basement.

Where are the agents?
One is dead,
the other injured.

Paramedics are
on the way.

Tony's putting out
a BOLO on Paloma.

You mean she was here?

Why didn't she just
finish the job?

Because she's not done yet.

(engine roaring)

(tires screeching)

One of my agents is dead.
I'm sorry, but I...

Don't tell me you don't know
anything about it.

Where is she?

If I knew, would
I still be here?

Would I be so interested
in striking a deal?

I'm willing to give you
all this information...

You go after my father
and then you go after my team?

Does your sister want a fight?

Because if she does,
let's settle this right now.

She's got one.

Special Agent Gibbs,

I was merely having dinner
as a guest in your country.

Are you really threatening
a representative

of the Mexican
government?

I don't know, am I?

Mr. Ambassador,

we have a situation.

Gibbs, Señor Rivera
must be tired.

Come on, Leon...
No.

We're done...

for now.

(tires screeching)

Es tiempo, hermano.

It's time to avenge
our father's death.

I'm sorry about your agent.

Yeah.

The other man?

He's stable.

Dad, I can stop this.

But I'm gonna
need your help.

Whatever it takes.

Okay.

Let's go fishing.

Gibbs is moving
his father

to the safe house
at Church Creek.

Isolated.

Let's keep it
on the down-low.

No e-mails, no
interoffice communication.

New protection detail?

Assigning one.

For now, Gibbs
will be with him.

They should be safe.

Go inform your team.

Yes, sir.

Well, so far Alejandro is
nothing but predictable.

So what is he doing now?

He is making an encrypted call

to a cell phone
that's on the move.

The same one
Paloma used before?

No, different one.

Call Gibbs, tell him
the eagle has landed.

Okay, everything's ready.

Doesn't matter
where we go.

A woman like this won't stop
till she gets what she's after.

You talking
from personal experience?

I've run from a few
women in my time.

Chased a few, too.

When we get there,
what happens?

We wait.

You sure this is going
to work, probie?

No.

(indistinct chatter)

(dialing)

(line ringing)

RIVERA:
Hello.

Señor Rivera.

Director Vance,
what can I do for you?

I'd like to discuss
a diplomatic compromise.

Did I never tell you
about the first case

that Jethro and I worked?

Two sailors capsized
a recreational skiff

one summer's eve.

Panic ensued.

When they were
finally located,

one sailor was dead

and the other
severely hypothermic.

So the one sailor drowned?

No. Rather than watch
his friend slowly expire,

one sailor stabbed
the other.

Yeah, claiming that
it was more humane.

He was convinced that
his actions were justified.

Like Gibbs 20 years ago.

(softly):
Yeah.

Ducky,

what if this doesn't work?

What's gonna happen to Gibbs?

In 1940, Winston Churchill
sat in his bunker

smoking one of those
majestic cigars,

waiting for news

that the first
German bombs

were decimating London.

"Let us therefore brace
ourselves to our duties,"

he said over the radio.

"And so bear ourselves
that if the British Empire

"and its commonwealth lasts
for a thousand years,

men will still say,
'This was their finest hour.'"

The hour is upon
us, Abby.

All we can do is wait and see.

RIVERA:
Let me assure you,

Director, you're making
a wise decision.

This kind of combined effort
between our countries

sends a powerful message

to the international
drug community.

One of my agents is dead,
and your sister's going home.

What kind of positive
message is that?

What we do is necessary
for the greater good.

There's nothing good about this.

Excuse me
for the interruption, sir.

(paper crinkles)

Details.

(quietly):
Unconfirmed.

Gibbs?
He's okay.

He's gonna lay low.
Spend the night in
the safe house.

Um, is everything all right,
Director?

Señor Rivera,
something's come up.

We're gonna have to continue
this at another time.

There's an agent outside

who'll show you out.
Of course.

Anything?

He saw the note.

He keeps trying to call Paloma,

but I'm blocking reception.

No text messages either.

He thinks she's not answering.

All right, where is she now?
(typing)

Looks like she's headed for the
safe house in Church Creek.

Gibbs' plan
to catch her

may actually work.

(breathes heavily)

(tires squeal)

TONY:
Drop the weapon!

ZIVA:
On your knees!

Get down
on the ground!

(grunts)
I did this for my sister!

To finish what she started.

(handcuffs click)

(breathing heavily)

(grunts)

Gibbs? No, they said
you were in there.

Nobody said we were inside
this safe house.

You killed my sister.

No, but someone was
in there, right? Who?

Who was in there?

Paloma...

(gasping softly)

Paloma...

I'll call an ambulance.

Paloma...

(gasping)
No, perdóname.

Perdóname.

Shh...

Paloma...

(murmuring in Spanish)

(sniffles)

"Will you walk into my parlor?"

said the spider to the fly.

Do you know that poem, Gibbs?

(siren approaches)

(exhales softly)

Wait a minute.

Leyla and Amira are waiting
for you.

Don't miss your flight.

♪ ♪

Much obliged, Director.

(door opens)

(door closes)

JACKSON:
Appreciate you
staying to help.

Sure.

Thought maybe we could fix

a few things.

You sure you can spare the time?

Do what you have to for family.

Ain't that the truth?

♪ ♪

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