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Boss, I found
some other shell casings.

Looks like the blood trail was...

washed away by the rain.

All right, Mr. Palmer, on "three".

One... two...

three.

I'll secure and you drive.

Better catch me up, probie.

I'm lost.

So am I.

NCIS Season 8 Episode 23
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I don't understand.

Makes no sense.

Tell me.

Start at the beginning.

Yesterday was beautiful.

Were you preparing for a monsoon?

Forecast calls for rain.

Spring rain?

Heavy rain.

What's your source?

It's that weather app
that you told me to download.

It's awesome.

Wait,

is that a trick?

Did you put a fake app on my phone?

It is pretty clever.

It is. And I think
a little too clever for you.

Then again,
I do operate on a higher plane.

You definitely operate
with your head in the clouds.

Storm clouds?

We'll see.

See,

are you going
to believe what you read?

Or what's right
in front of your eyes?

Real good morning.
Gonna rain later.

No, it's not.

Ain't this usually when you tell 'em
where the body is and off you go?

- No case?
- No.

There's a case.

Just not ours.

Gear up.

Damn! Where'd they come from?

Spain, Australia.

Most recently, Hawaii.

- Where we goin', E.J.?
- Virginia.

Body. Dead at least several weeks.

- Who?
- Identified to be an NCIS agent.

You're not gonna just let that go,
are you?

What are you waiting for?
It's an NCIS Special Agent.

It's going to rain.

A white male, mid-30s,
throat cleanly slashed.

No wallet, no keys,

nothing on the body.

Fingerprint scan confirms
Virginia PD's I.D.

It is NCIS Special Agent Earl Stark.

On annual leave from Norfolk.

No plastic wrap?
No ties?

No souvenir?

How can we help?

Canvass.

Got it.

Who's the chippy?

Vance's new golden girl.

Her and DiNozzo making sheet music?

Please.

He's taking a page
outta your songbook.

Like you'd pass up a duet
with a lady like that.

Who outranks him, to boot.

Well, she outranks me, too.

Got lead in the hunt
for a serial killer.

This body his?

Seems the Port-to-Port Killer's M.O.
has been evolving.

Based on what you found in Hawaii?

Think that was a miss.

You guys came up empty, huh?

No, he did.

We suspect his target was
Sergeant Kevin Jericho.

We met him at the hospital.

A survivor.

It's better than the morgue.

Jericho had just been transferred
from Norfolk to Pearl Harbor.

So we tracked him down
and failed to kill him?

Someone intervened.

Saved Sergeant Jericho's life, but lost
his own eyeball for the trouble.

Did you tell the good Samaritan we're
holding onto his eyeball for him?

Would if I could, but only Jericho
was there when we got to the hospital.

A failure for P2P.

First sign this guy's human.

He's not human, Tony.

Look at the blade work.

He may as well be
signing his victims.

The Port-to-Port
Killer is back in town.

And he's targeting our own.

What's on your mind?

You're awfully quiet
over there, Duck.

A mute swan, actually...

believe it or not.

I believe it.

Legend has it that Cygnus olor

is silent

for most of its life,
until the moment

of its death,
when it sings only once.

When's a swan know
he's about to die?

Some animals just know.

When the end is near.

True.

This rangy mutt came by
my shack several years ago.

Decided he was gonna live with me.

Barely a tooth left in his mug,

but he could still crunch
a soup bone to nothing.

One mornin'...

this plug-ugly beast

staggers onto the beach,

takes himself for a walk.

I could see him from the porch,
barking out at the ocean.

He turns around,

digs a hole in the sand,

curls up in it and went off
to meet his maker.

I know that you
and Palmer gotta get to work.

We can wait.

When you're ready.

We're all animals, probie.

Where was I?

So, you understand me?

You send everything you got, okay?

Special Agent Stark's
supervisor in Norfolk.

E.J.'s team is trying to sort out
a discrepancy in the security logs.

Dr. Mallard estimates Stark's
death around 20 days ago.

- That's during his annual leave.
- But our internals

show him accessing the building

on multiple occasions
in the past couple of weeks.

This building.

Here.

His I.D., at least.

He's authorized because he was
assigned here briefly last year.

I know that Special Agent Barrett
is leading this investigation...

I'd like you to support, Gibbs.

Of course.

Yes, sir, any way I can.

Barrett's report from
the incident in Pearl.

Follow up.

Every single one of P2P's prior
victims were connected to the Navy.

Until Stark.

The "N" in "NCIS" does
stand for "Naval".

Maybe he's unaware
that we're civilian.

No, if we assume he's stupid,
makes us look like imbeciles.

If he killed
Special Agent Stark for his I.D.,

he may be trying
to get very familiar with us.

You're thinking the discrepancies
in the security log

are P2P himself accessing NCIS?

Cade, pull up
all security-camera footage

corresponding to Stark's
postmortem access times.

If that's true, I wanna know
how he got through unnoticed.

I'm in the field interviewing friends
and associates.

They're reading.

Barrett's report.

You just wait for them to finish?

Yeah. Excruciating.

Skip this part.

Sergeant Kevin Jericho was walking
to his quarters at Pearl

when a strange noise drew him
to an alleyway.

It was a wind-up teddy
bear playing a drum.

When Jericho examined it,
he was attacked from behind.

He struggled, suffered
lacerations to his hands and neck.

As he lost consciousness,
he saw a bald man drop into the alley.

Much better.

Crowd responded to the screams.
Must have scared off the attacker.

The bald man was admitted
to the hospital minus an eyeball.

Admission forms give
his name as Gavin O'Ryan.

He disappeared without
being discharged.

There are no records of a Gavin
O'Ryan residing in Hawaii.

There are also no records
of a Gavin O'Ryan

on any flight in or out of Hawaii,
surrounding the date in question.

I will go enlist Abby's
help to pursue this further.

I will pursue the same mystery using
"archaic" and "old school" techniques.

While pretending to have
a question for Ducky,

I will follow Agent Barrett
and accidentally overhear

details on her investigation.

If only, huh?

And what did you find
so interesting in all that?

The teddy bear.

That one's new.

Seaman Derek Balfour.

Sweet merciful crap, man.

Am I really supposed to
remember all these names?

Balfour was
the fifth victim overall.

Believed ambushed outside
a D.C. nightclub.

This is all garbage.

Yeah, mostly.

Your team having any better luck?

Hard to operate from
second position.

Gavin O'Ryan disappeared
without being discharged.

There's no record of a Gavin
O'Ryan on any flight out of Hawaii.

Got some good news
and some bad news.

I checked every commercial, private,
military flight log there is.

There's no way
a Gavin O'Ryan flew that day.

But what if he used
multiple passports?

Then who's got those?
Don't speak.

Spies.

I see the wheels turning,

you're thinking
the same thing I'm thinking:

the bald guy.

Tony put a call
in to the hospital at Pearl.

Sweet-talked the duty nurse into
giving me a detailed description

of the Cyclops Gavin O'Ryan.

He had an accent.

He barely spoke,
and no one else could confirm it, but...

- British.
- I knew your wheels were turning.

We already know his alias.

I made a few calls.

He's in town.

Long time, no see.

No coincidence you were in Hawaii
with the Port-to-Port Killer?

I wasn't with him.
I was pursuing him.

Bang-up job you did there, Kort.

Can you walk on this side, DiNozzo?

Still getting used to
the limited peripheral vision.

Flounders only have eyes
on one side of their head.

Halibut, too.

Think that's typical of most
bottom-feeding mud-suckers.

Out of curiosity, your eyeball...

we're holding onto your eyeball for you,
by the way,

how come it opens up
restricted areas at NCIS?

If I recall, you once slammed
one of those doors in my face.

I always hoped for the opportunity
to show you how nothing is off-limits

to the Agency.

CIA has been aware
we were on this case?

Are you personally?

Of course we know.

We maintain a pipeline
of information

within all our sister agencies.

You referring to Ray Cruz?

Great. Another name.

The CIA agent
who's been dating Ziva.

Is he your pipeline?

The Port-to-Port Killer,
as you've dubbed him, has a name:

Lieutenant Jonas Cobb.

Navy.

He was.

How do you know that?

I'll gladly answer all your questions,
if you'd answer one of mine.

How come Director Vance
has the new girl

leading the charge, instead of you?

Case originated in her jurisdiction.

I'm well acquainted
with Cobb's origins,

but since he entered your purview...

Well, I'm surprised is all.

Special Agent Barrett's
a qualified agent.

As far as I know,
seems her primary qualification

is that she's not you.

No history of questioning
her superiors.

You ever read that file
I gave you on Vance, once upon a time?

Just the tip of the iceberg,
you know?

I am much more interested
in everything you have on Cobb.

- DiNozzo will drive you.
- Sure.

What with your lack
of depth perception and all.

That slippery weasel
is the reason you called?

Hola, probie.

�Como est�?

- How quickly can you get to DC?
- How fast you need me?

Got something I need you to bring.

Gibbs, check it out.

Someone caught Stark's murder
on their phone.

His boss at Norfolk received
several emails from an anonymous source.

They're afraid to come forward.

Matches the profile.

Hard confirmation it's our guy.

With a little Abby magic,
we might be able to pull a face.

It's early still,
but we also got these frames off

of NCIS security cameras.

Same height and build.

P2P killed Stark
to get inside the building.

We're gonna get his face,

then his name, then him.

That's good work.

Director's tearing security
a new one.

It's creepy.
I mean, the guy was here.

What was he doing?

Where are my glasses?

Studying.

Studying us?

Gotta know your enemy.

Did you think about
keeping your mouth shut?

I have information
pertaining to your case.

The CIA?

Kort claims to be the man
who intervened in Hawaii.

I'm reluctant to take anything
Kort has to say at face value.

Would you care to share,
Agent Gibbs?

Well, as far as confirmation,
his face has some value.

It's no glass slipper.

You proposing we stuff the eye
back in the socket, see if it fits?

If you're looking for volunteers.

Agent Gibbs and I have...

a bit of history
with this particular operative.

Then, that should make it easier
to initiate interagency cooperation.

Nothing's ever easy with Trent Kort.

Excuse me, sir.

We've hit a bit of a snag.

CIA says they won't release
what they've got on P2P.

Jonas Cobb.

They claim it's classified.

I'm already on the plane.

Didn't take too long to pack.
Just checked the box and my piece.

Gonna run a razor
across that scraggly mug,

or you just measuring
the weight of your conscience?

Ain't you gonna let me in?

I said let me in, probie!

Glad you could come, Mike.

Me, too.

Offer me a drink.

It's 6:00 in the morning.

Float a Cheerio in it.

I'm gonna work.
Come with me.

All right.
A working vacation.

But at least tell me
what brought all this on.

Don't want to know.

- I wouldn't ask if I didn't want to.
- I'll tell you later.

I'm gonna hold you to that,
you hear?

I was going to leave you

old Decker's insurance policy
when I go away.

That box of goodies

has kept me in Vance's good standing
for almost three years.

I hope it does the same for you.

I hope I don't need it.

You already know what comes next.

Think it through again.

That's why you're staring at a body bag
looking for answers.

Think it through.

Just how it happened.

- I didn't know you were in town.
- Spur-of-the-moment thing.

Had some frequent flier miles
set to expire.

What's all the excitement?

Cade and I isolated an image
of this really big serial killer

that we've been calling P2P.

We now know that his real name
is Lieutenant Jonas Cobb.

He went UA last year.
We think he's using

a bunch of different identities
because the CIA

is involved somehow, but the name Cobb
isn't getting us anywhere.

He's the same guy on the video that

Levin got after Agent Stark was killed.
So these guys are gonna

go back out to the scene
and try to determine the angle

of the video and I.D. the source.

Who the hell are all these people?

These are the new guys.
Gibbs didn't tell you?

- Man of few words.
- I've noticed.

I'm trying to back-trace the e-mails
Agent Stark's field office received.

- So far, no luck.
- Hey. Mike.

How are you, Mr. Franks?

That's a little weird.

Nub kinda tickles a bit, don't it?

Just a little.
Nasty.

Boss, anonymous tipster's
gone to a lot of trouble

to remain anonymous.

Only detail she's let slip
is she's a woman.

She claims she knows the man on video
and can help find him.

If we get her to come out of hiding.

She probably thinks the killer's

- gonna turn on her, like...
- Jimmy Stewart in Rear Window.

That's a sort of obvious
and rudimentary film reference.

Yet accurate.

Accurate. Maybe.

But lacking precision.

- Although that close-up of Grace Kelly.
- Hey, speaking of blonde girls.

Agent Barrett?
She's in MTAC with Kort and Vance.

Vance cut through the CIA red tape.

- Can I borrow him, Abs?
- No.

What do you want me for, probie?
I'm not involved in this mess.

That's not what I need you for.

You're betting Vance
won't give me a hug,

a handshake, or a wave.
Let's just see how he reacts.

Meet NCIS legend Mike Franks.

All right if I stay for
this educational briefing?

This is sensitive agency
information.

And this is my agency.

I can't think of a better reason
for him to stay, other than it makes you

so uncomfortable.

I'll take this to my grave.

Operation Frankenstein

began with dozens
of potential candidates.

Their numbers were whittled down
through a series of tests,

written examinations,

followed by

psychological evaluations,

and of course, a physical.

The qualifications were intense.

Each candidate was pushed
to the point of exhaustion

under extreme circumstances:

heat

cold,

the point was to gauge
their emotional

parameters,
their ability to maintain composure

under the most arduous situations.

Borders on the inhumane.

Frankenstein is an updated version

of a Cold War memorandum,

suggesting the potential
of intersecting

intelligence missions

with U.S. military serving abroad.

Sounds like a lot of mumbo jumbo
from military men

doubling as spies.

Not exactly spies.

Assassins.

You were training U.S. servicemen
to carry out CIA wet work?

Lieutenant Jonas Cobb
was the prototype.

A fair to average service record.

He was anxious for advancement
that rarely came.

Physically, emotionally,
he met all the parameters.

The only question was...

Could he kill?

This footage is of
Cobb's first assignment:

the execution of an al-Qaeda
operative working in...

Well, that's still classified.

It's cut together
with lipstick cameras

placed in the designated kill zone.

The mission was deemed a success.

Unfortunately,

when Cobb returned to the program,

he was far less responsive
to training and handling.

Thing like that changes a man.

He failed to rejoin his unit
and his cover as a sailor.

Equipped with a dozen CIA-made
passports and identities,

Cobb went off the radar.

And then...

And then bodies started popping up
all over the globe.

And you didn't think to say
anything to us until now.

It's our mess.

We've been trying to clean it up.

Surely, you can respect that.

Got it!

Traced the e-mails?

Traced to a commercial
high-rise property.

- Must be the witness's work address.
- Did I hear you say you got it?

I'm gonna pick up my team,
then pick up this witness.

- She's our best shot at finding Cobb.
- Bring an umbrella, it's gonna rain.

You said that yesterday.

Did Kort spill?

Study this.

Get Ducky to build
a new psych profile.

Still don't know
why the M.O. changed on Stark.

- Where will you be?
- Research.

Frankenstein is

an updated version
of a Cold War memorandum.

Probably not a good idea
to light up down here, huh?

Nothing but sawdust and bourbon.

Truth to tell...

I got sick of reading all this crap
about two folders in.

Never really pegged you
for the kind to dredge

through the covert operations history
of NCIS.

No, I'm not.

You trusted Vance.

I still do.

But it hasn't been right
between you.

Not lately.

Can't just be something you did.

Pushing you away,
pulling this Barrett close.

Even him and Kort seem
to have something cooking.

It's tough to miss.

I hope these old ghosts will tell you
what you need to hear.

You do hear ghosts, probie?

I see them, too.

I believe we make them.

We've made our share.

Not just with this.

With the memories we make.

We fill the spaces we live in
with them.

That's why,

I've always tried to make sure
that wherever I live,

the longer I live there,

the spaces become filled
with memories

of naked women.

To more good memories.

Fewer bad ones.

How about fewer altogether?

Is that all we talked about?

You didn't say, "Have a nice walk"?

"Bye" or something?

Ain't you smart enough
to get out of the rain?

Me neither...

Jonas.

My name is Mike Franks.

I figure
I got one more fight left in me.

You want it?

We can call you when we're finished
with the autopsy, if you...

Leave him be, Mr. Palmer.

Prints on the murder weapon?

Abby matched them to Jonas Cobb.

We canvassed a 20-block radius
around the crime scene.

- No trace of him.
- Or Mike's firearm.

How many shots did you hear?

Five.

We recovered five shell casings.

McGee's dropping a net on the city.

Red-flagged every one of

Cobb's possible identities.

Mike kept eight in the mag,
one in the chamber.

Assume Cobb's armed.

We did pull a slug embedded
in a parked car.

Traces of blood on it,
through and through.

We can assume Cobb got hit
at least once.

Mike's swan song.

Excuse me.

It's a myth, isn't it?

About the mute swan?

Yes. They do make a sound.

They hiss, don't they?

And they do not sing
before they die.

Perfect.

There is always another monster.

I mean, we pursue them, but we just
keep making targets of ourselves.

Better us than someone
who didn't sign up for it.

I don't think I can take anymore.

We're gonna get him.

Bring it in.

You updated your psych profile?

Cobb spent years

within the rigid structure
of the military.

These kills make a mockery of rank
and promotion.

Changing uniforms
after cleansing the bodies.

As if they were reborn.

His frequent use of ice

might express
how he himself felt frozen.

And bound, constricting ropes.

Tightly-wrapped in plastic.

I'm sure that his first kill,
as an operative of the CIA,

liberated him from those rules,

freedom from right and wrong.

He became a beast, an animal.

I saw that on the video.

In a moment,
name, rank, title meant nothing.

It's primal.

What dominates

is instinct and the will to survive.

But I also believe

that in
a face-to-face confrontation,

Cobb feels insecure.

He doesn't know if he can win.

So he becomes a hunter.

He picks his targets,

lays traps, dresses his kill.

But why the change in his M.O. now?

His focus changed.

He drew the attention
of predators further up the food chain

in the form of Kort
and NCIS agents predators

he had to study.

Duck, he was at my house.
How does that fit in?

I was deliberately not chasing him.

There's nothing to suggest
that he was there to commit violence.

Mike Franks
would disagree with that.

Mike Franks might have picked the fight.
You and I both know that.

Each time Cobb has killed,
he baited the trap.

That's never changed...

prior to tonight.

So he wasn't in your neighborhood
hunting.

- He was...
- He was doing research.

I study you, Leon.

I know you do.

I study you back, Gibbs.

It feels wrong...

dig into your

life like that.

But I do it.

Because sometimes I can't understand

why you make the god-awful decisions
that you do.

I feel the same way.

The only difference is,

you're not responsible for my actions,
but I am for yours.

I should've been on this case
from the beginning.

I'm sorry about Mike Franks.

Thank you.

But you called him in.

Figured I'd see him and I'd bend.

You always do
whatever he got on you.

There's nothing on me!

I'm your boss, Gibbs.

And we've been tight.

Sometimes tight like a damn noose.

So if I backed off
on our friendship,

maybe I had to step back,
take a deep breath

and do my job.

- I have other people to answer to.
- Maybe.

Maybe when bodies
were showing up in Europe.

But when it's in my own backyard,

and you promote that...

rookie over me?

That wasn't my decision.

Promotions.

He hates them.

Who? Cobb or you?

He thinks we have that in common.

He stole a souvenir from my desk.

He was at my house.

But he uses bait to attract his targets.
He's never baited you.

No, not me.

He feels a kinship with me.

- Because I got skipped over.
- In favor of Barrett.

There is no witness.

He videoed himself.

- He's using it.
- To bait the trap.

- Barrett.
- E.J., where are you?

We've been scouring the building
the e-mails originated from,

- floor by floor, Director.
- Still haven't found anything.

Be on high alert.

Cobb is armed
and likely anticipates your arrival.

You go high.

Really?

Oh, my God.

That is disturbing.

Agent Barrett, what's your status?

Cade and Levin are down.

- I'm going after Cobb.
- No. Wait for backup.

E.J., that's an order.

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