All language subtitles for NCIS - S13E01 - Stop the Bleeding.en

NARRATOR:
Previously on NCIS:

- Nobody move!
- No!

NCIS Cyber linked Bradley Simek's
communications

with a specific terrorist cell:
The Calling.

We've sent you background
on a Calling leader in France.

- His name is Matthew Rousseau.
- I know nothing about any S-mines.

Dorneget, listen.
There's a threat to the hotel.

They know you're there.
Get everyone out.

Everybody out! Go!

BISHOP:
Gibbs, Dorneget didn't make it.

CIA Officer Joanna Teague,
Agent Dorneget's mother.

The Calling is making a strong push
to recruit children.

GIBBS:
Luke Harris, right?

- I don't know what to do anymore.
- Talk to me.

Everyone hates me. Just kill me!
That's what they want!

Supreme Court Justices,
where are they?

- Compound in the Appalachians.
- Get it on lockdown.

BISHOP: Who's Daniel Budd?
- The leader of The Calling.

BUDD: Welcome to Iraq, DiNozzo.
- Is this Daniel?

The boy, Luke,

I'm sorry for being the bearer
of bad news, but...

LUKE:
Agent Gibbs.

[ALL SCREAMING]

[SCREAMS]

Boss, just hang in there.
Keep breathing.

Deep breaths.
You're gonna be all right.

NCIS agent with two GSWs.
One to the chest, one to the knee.

FRANKS: Told you, probie,
it's all different now.

You trusted the boy...

- and look what he did to you.
NURSE: BP's at 160/95.

Rate is 110. Pulse ox is at 94 percent.

FRANKS: Kid caught us flying blind.
Never saw it coming.

Maybe that says something
about us.

- Boss, can you hear me?
TAFT: Actually, that's my line.

And I think you're in my seat.

Agent Gibbs, I am Dr. Taft.

Welcome to the
USS Daniel Webster's surgical ward,

where the elite beat the desert heat
and cheat the occasional IED.

Now, Agent Gibbs, do you understand
what I'm saying? Can you hear me?

Okay, give me
three more units of O-neg.

Run a CBC, chem-7,

and I want a CT scan of the chest
and the leg.

Keep the morphine coming.
And can somebody please

let Dr. Winthrop know
that I've requested his company?

Got us a lovely table overlooking
Agent Gibbs' aorta.

Doc, is he gonna be all right?
How's it look?

He's lucky he has friends who care.

He's luckier that I care. Go.
Let us work.

Tony, come on.

Tony, Tony, slow down.
One thing at a time.

That's great. Okay.
I'll let everyone here know. Thanks.

Know what? Where are we, Bishop?

Homeland confirms
Supreme Court justices

were safely evacuated
from their retreat.

- And The Calling's bomb threat?
- All too real, director.

Three Bouncing Bettys found
at the site were defused

- or detonated by the bomb squad.
- What about Gibbs?

McGee's on with Tony right now.

- What happened? Is it true?
- Is Agent Gibbs really hurt?

All right, I'll call you back, okay?
Get back to him.

- Hang in there.
- Get back to who? Get back to Gibbs?

- So Tony's with him?
- Gibbs was shot.

- Shot?
- Twice.

Point-blank range.

Luke Harris.
They're prepping him for surgery.

Luke Harris? That... That kid?

Yeah, the one that Gibbs
was helping.

Any word on Daniel Budd,
Agent McGee?

He's still in Iraq. Still at large.
Details are sketchy.

And Jethro? What's his condition?

TAFT: For what it's worth, Agent Gibbs,
you're not my first NCIS agent.

Not to date myself, as if I have to worry
about that with this crowd.

Partridge Family? Anybody?
No? Nothing?

Babies. It was during
the first Gulf War.

I was wet behind the ears
and this agent...

Oh, jeez, what was his name?

Anyway, I remember we were short
on lidocaine that day,

but, lucky for him, not cheap tequila.

All the sawbones in the world
and you get Chuckles the Clown.

- I bet this guy's a hoot at parties.
- Oh, shut up, Mike.

Oh, he speaks. Oh, and it's Cyril.

Unfortunately, you're stuck with me
until we fix this.

Now, I'm not worried about
your head and your knee.

Got a great ortho who's gonna
replace the knee altogether.

Now, the real magilla
is the second bullet.

It shattered on impact, leaving all these
little shards in your chest.

Meaning we got a lot of little bleeders,
some of them not so little.

- I gotta get in there ASAP.
- Where is DiNozzo?

I was too far away.
I should've been right on his six.

- I let Budd distract me.
- Stop blaming yourself.

I knew, Joanna.

He had me on the phone.

- I knew he was watching us.
- You knew what?

You knew that our sweet little Luke
was gonna shoot his one true friend?

Neither of us saw that coming, Tony.
How the hell could we?

[PHONE RINGING]

- It's Vance.
- Now this you knew was coming.

- Director?
- Tell me he's alive.

He is, sir, but it's bad.

I'm gonna
stay here till he's out of surgery.

No, you're not. The best thing
you can do for Gibbs now is your job.

- Director...
- If The Calling's still operating in Iraq,

you need to get back
while the trail is hot.

Look, sir, no one wants Daniel Budd
stopped more than I do...

Then we don't stop, DiNozzo,
until The Calling's dismantled

and this psychopath is captured
or dead.

We owe Gibbs that much.
Are we clear?

We're clear.

You comfortable, Agent Gibbs?

TAFT: Like me, Gibbs, you're blessed
to have good people around you.

Got any more at home? Kids? Wife?

Ex...

- wives.
- More than one. Heh, heh.

So you're doubly blessed,
which works for me.

See, I hate to make threats,

but I am about to do everything
in my power

to make sure
you see those exes again.

So you do your part,
I'll do mine. Deal?

- I'll buy you a drink when it's done.
- First round's on me.

You look like a bourbon man, Gibbs.

See, I used to know a guy
in Upstate New York, Hairy Tony,

and every time he did a shot...

[EKG FLATLINING]

- He's crashing.
TAFT: Ten CCs of epi.

Let's put him under and crack him.
Time to dance, Agent Gibbs.

Mind if I lead?

Still nothing?
Anyone? Anyone? McGee?

Really, Abby?

I can plainly see yours,
you can't see mine?

[CELL PHONE BUZZING]

- Oh, that's yours, Jimmy. Who is it?
PALMER: Sorry.

Just my daily reminder
to take my digestive enzyme.

Okay, all reminders, alerts,
and notifications

should be turned off

- until we get word on Gibbs.
PALMER: Right.

The nurse that promised us an
update is actually on the ship, right?

On the ship, just outside the OR
with all our numbers.

Don't forget it is a surgical ward
of an aircraft carrier,

- so they're probably quite busy.
- And very well-staffed, apparently.

- Did you find the surgeon?
- Dr. Cyril Taft, Navy Reserve captain.

Decorated Gulf War veteran

and a former chief trauma surgeon
at Walter Reed.

Hm. After all that,
what's he doing stationed at sea?

True warriors rarely go quietly.

Like some other doctors we know.
Heh, heh, heh.

So Gibbs has his very own Ducky
performing his surgery.

McGEE:
Can't ask for better than that.

Well, no doubt this Dr. Taft
has seen it all.

I'm sure that he has everything
with Jethro completely under control.

TAFT:
Suction, please.

RYAN: Would you like some
more water, doctor?

TAFT: You've been with me too long,
Ryan. I'm a surgical mouth-breather.

Ugh.

My tongue feels like Karbala
in a dust storm.

Got yourself
in a fine mess here, Gibbs.

I expected Swiss cheese,

but you are leaking
like a rusty colander.

Sponge.

Thankfully nothing's permeated
the heart muscle.

We got a ways to go.
How about some music?

RYAN: Any requests?
TAFT: Got an old mixtape up there.

"Mo and Mo."
Half Mozart, half Motown.

- You like Motown, ensign?
RYAN: My parents do.

TAFT: Ugh. Thank you for not saying
"grandparents."

Feel free to sing along, Gibbs.

Okay, tie that one off.
One down, way too many to go.

[THE TEMPTATIONS "MY GIRL"
PLAYING OVER SPEAKERS]

Sitrep?

DiNozzo, sitrep.

Hey, McGee.

Bishop?

JACKSON:
Son.

DORNEGET: Reporting for duty, Gibbs.
SOLDIERS: Sir, yes, sir.

YOUNG GIBBS:
You got a rule for everything?

SHANNON: Everyone needs a code
they can live by.

- You want to hear it again?
GIBBS: I will take care.

I will come back safe.

I love you.

[GIRL GIGGLING]

FRANKS:
You do hear ghosts, probie.

KELLY:
I'm not up there.

I'm right here, Daddy.

Kelly.

RYAN:
Pulse and AP are accelerating.

TAFT: I don't know what's got your
ticker pumping, Gibbs, but keep it up.

You know, I'd like to shake the hand
of whomever

invented the exploding bullet
and then shoot them.

Order more blood and remind me
why I do this for a living.

GIBBS:
Hi, Kelly.

Just let me look at you.

You got old.

[GIBBS LAUGH]

You didn't.

Is that why you're wearing that?

No.

That's a long story.

- You do work here, right?
- Yeah, I do.

Hey, guys.

That's okay. We're not staying.

[ELEVATOR DINGS]

[SEAGULLS SQUAWKING]

TAFT:
Where you going, Gibbs?

Can't leave now,
it's almost happy hour.

RYAN:
Breathing's shallow. He's in a-fib.

TAFT: Okay, we might have to shock
him. Get that O-neg on a rapid infuser.

Did I miss one?
You gotta give me a hint, Gibbs.

Can somebody
please wipe my glasses?

It's like
I'm deep-sea diving over here.

[EKG BEEPING]

[INDISTINCT DIALOGUE]

That was a good day.

[INDISTINCT DIALOGUE]

We had a lot of them.

Not anymore.

You don't have good days now.

You spend too much time thinking
about the past.

Plenty to think about.

You have to stop, Dad.

Things are different.

It's about the future now.

There are too many people
counting on you.

GIBBS: Now, see, you let go
of your finger out there,

which is why it goes out that way.

TAFT: Days like this make me wonder
why I didn't stay in private practice.

Well, I've had my chances.

Once even offered a shot at being
the president's personal physician.

Dream gig, you know.

Air Force One, the status.

But, silly me, I played hard to get.
Oh! Oh!

There you are,
you sneaky little bastard.

Clamp.

[BEEP]

RYAN:
Pressure's rising.

- Why play hard to get, sir?
TAFT: Oh, politics.

In D.C., not even doctors
are immune.

So I said no.

Two days later, the job went to
my friend, Cubby Miller, oncologist.

Sweetheart of a guy. More suction.

Naturally, I was kicking myself
for days.

And then one night I got a page:
five-year-old boy in a head-on collision.

Sub-compact versus beltway.

Kid was a disaster.

Died on the table three times
in the 22 hours I spent

trying to piece him back together.

RYAN: And did he make it, doctor?
- Oh, yeah.

He just graduated Georgetown Law.

Best thing I ever did
was not take that job.

That kid was a good reason why.

Maybe you're another one, Gibbs.

[GIGGLING]

I miss you, Kelly.

You and Mom. Every day.

I know.

But we never really left.

What you said before about people
counting on me...

I'm not sure what more I can do.

So, what, then?

You're giving up?

No, I didn't say that.

Fight back.

Bad people are still out there.

If you don't stop them, who will?

Kelly?

- Kelly?
RYAN: Okay, pressure's stabilizing.

Normal sinus, he's...
He's breathing on his own.

TAFT:
Oh, no, no, no, thank you.

Thank you. Now, let's close.
I'm here all week. Tip your waitresses.

[EKG BEEPING]

Forget the bourbon,
you tough son of a bitch.

Make mine a 15-year-old single malt.

Our other top story,
the rising tensions with North Korea.

Sources on Capitol Hill today
confirm a recent wave of tough talk

out of Pyongyang...

It's amazing how a government memo

that was confidential yesterday
ends up on the news today.

BISHOP: Well, if I were to don
my NSA hat, I would say the leak

probably came from
the North Koreans themselves.

Right, and what good is the chest
thumping if the world can't hear it?

BISHOP: Ruthless dictators
do love an audience.

- Boss?
- Gibbs.

You're back.

We weren't supposed to see
you for another few weeks.

Hey, did you ever get that last fruit
basket from me and Jake?

Oh, yeah. Yeah, yeah. I got it.

- Where's DiNozzo?
- Oh. Right, you wouldn't have heard.

He and Officer Teague
are on assignment.

Boss, I'm sorry,
they pretty much put us under orders.

We're not allowed to talk to you about
work while you're recuperating.

Oh, yeah. Well, that made
for some riveting home visits.

But no, I'm back.

- Yeah, I'm good.
- Let me be the judge of that.

Take the elevator.

[DOOR CLOSES]

DiNozzo and Teague?

- Something to do with The Calling?
- Well, it's good to see you too, Gibbs.

Hey, did you ever get
the fruit-of-the-month club

that I signed you up for?

They landed in Shanghai
about an hour ago.

Shanghai?

Off a tip just yesterday
from one of Teague's CIA contacts.

Allegedly, Daniel Budd has moved
his entire operation there,

complete with his band
of teenage nightmares.

Might have something to do with them
falling off the map in Iraq.

Yeah, just might.
It's like they vanished.

That why you called me back?

Hasn't been easy trying
to keep you out of the loop.

You are beyond "too close."

Not to mention Dr. Taft wanting you
to avoid physical stress.

- You called Taft?
- The man saved your life, Gibbs.

- You might wanna listen to him.
- Then why am I here?

You're here on administrative duty.

With DiNozzo away,
I figured McGee and Bishop

would appreciate your support.

In the office, not in the field.

Look, Leon,
I'm not gonna try to sit here

and tell you I'm 100 percent.

But chaining me to a desk...

You can take it, or go home.

[KNOCKING ON DOOR]

ABBY:
Gibbs, Gibbs, Gibbs. Are you okay?

GIBBS: Yeah.
- What are you doing here?

- You're supposed to be resting.
- Abby, I'm fine.

- I'm fine.
- Well, you look good.

Must be all that fruit
that I brought over.

Oh, yeah, the fruit.
Yeah, I got the fruit.

I got enough fruit to feed
a band of gorillas.

I was gonna bring you some soup
later tonight, but since you're here,

I could just make it in my lab
and you can have it for lunch.

Well, if you need me,
I'll be at my desk.

I'm glad you know where you're going.

I actually took a wrong turn
a ways back, but we're good now.

It's just a couple blocks more.

Well, you could've just said "yes, I do"
and I would've been none the wiser,

but that's not your style, is it?

- Ah, yeah, honest to a fault.
- That a problem?

Quite the opposite. I like your style.

Reminds me of somebody.
Old Dorney.

Never one for subterfuge.
I guess he learned from the best.

Maybe I learned from him.

Never thought I'd see Shanghai
like this.

Ooh. Hold on, I'm a tie man.

And made in the USA.

I would like to buy this tie. Sorry.

[SPEAKS IN MANDARIN]

- Oh, listen to you. Impressive.
- I've been working on it.

[SPEAKING IN MANDARIN]

Ooh. I didn't... Sorry, can you just
back that up? It was a little fast.

[SPEAKING IN MANDARIN]

Oh.

Nice. You've been so good for my ego
these past few months.

I'm gonna check in with McGee.

[LINE RINGING]

- Agent McGee here.
- Hey.

Tony, I sent you those files just after
you left, so check your inbox.

As soon as we're back at the hotel.
We missing anything there?

- Well, as a matter of fact...
- Put him on the speaker.

Please hold for Gibbs.

TONY:
Whoa, whoa, whoa, wait. Gibbs?

- He's there? Hey. Boss.
- Teague with you?

Yeah. We're on our way
to meet her contact now.

- Tony, we gotta get going.
- DiNozzo.

Rule 45, I got it.

He was in a crowd,
maybe it was tough for him to hear.

It's been hard on all of us
not catching Budd

after all this time
and never finding Luke.

Been eating at Tony, I know that.
Budd's been quiet.

Maybe too quiet.

- Was it something we said?
GIBBS: Taking a walk, I'll be back later.

Well, you'd think McGee could've
given me a little bit better heads up.

- Rule 45, what's that?
- Clean up your own mess.

It's not all yours, Tony.

So where's your contact?

Oh, right on time.

CIA Officer Kenny Yong, say hello
to Special Agent Tony DiNozzo.

- DiNozzo. Heard a lot about you.
- Wish I could say the same, Yong.

Hang on.

[TIRES SCREECHING]

And here I thought
you weren't a real cab driver.

These Calling rumors have a lot
of people jumpy, myself included.

Our intel believes
they've set up shop

in an old computer factory
just outside of town.

Have we checked it out?

YONG: A unit is being dispatched,
but it'll take time.

[RINGING]

We don't have time.
Hold on a second. DiNozzo.

BUDD: Do you know what they used
to call this town, Agent DiNozzo?

"Paris of the Orient."
But it's nothing like Paris, is it?

Hell, not even Paris
is like Paris anymore.

- World's getting smaller.
- Like the distance between us?

How's our connection, Daniel?
Can you hear me okay?

Why? Am I breaking up?

No, but you will be, into little pieces
as soon as I find you.

Unless you end up like your boss.

Lot of mileage on that man,
but he's got stamina.

- Question is, Tony, do you?
- I guess we'll find out.

Game's just begun.

- You be careful.
JOANNA: Oh, damn.

So much for tracing the signal.

Look who's back from the dead.

Can't say the same for you.

Had I known, I might have washed up.

No luck finding my friends, I take it.

Perhaps you now realize
the true power of The Calling.

What, and you the power of solitary?

- What do you want?
- Shanghai.

Where, exactly, and why?

You think I'd know from in here?

If it was part of the long-range plan.

[ROUSSEAU CHUCKLES]

Look at you, oozing with confidence.

But who is the one needing answers?

We're calling the shots.

[ROUSSEAU SCREAMING]

You wanna play?

My rules.

My game.

- The game is changing.
- Oh, yeah.

Oh, yeah, you bet it is.

[ROUSSEAU GRUNTING
AND SCREAMING]

ROUSSEAU:
Guard!

Talk first.

Deal second.

[DOOR BUZZES]

You know where to find me.

VANCE: How was your walk, Gibbs?
You make it to Cleveland and back?

Who are we waiting for?

Transmission from
the Secretary of Defense.

Oh, coming through now, director.

- Mr. Secretary.
- Director.

I wish I was reaching out
under better circumstances.

How can we help?

This bluster out of North Korea
just took a very dark turn.

Some of our equipment
just red-flagged

a North Korean Sinpo-class sub

arming a nuclear warhead
in the Sea of Japan.

- A warhead, sir?
- P-8's out of Massawa.

Picked it up on active sonar.

We're still trying to verify,
but Pac Fleet is

all ready to engage any threat
if necessary.

With all due respect, sir,
why loop in NCIS?

Because we found a whole bunch
of computers

linked to the North Koreans,
and one of them's yours.

- One of our computers?
- Send the data link.

[BLEEPING]

Already getting it.

Confirmed, it is one of ours.

Whose computer, McGee?

It's Agent Dorneget's laptop.

Among the allegations,
the sabotage of Pyongyang Airport.

Thanks, Jake. Yeah, call me later.

NSA didn't intercept
the North Korean signal,

but says we should take
the threat seriously.

The White House is keeping a lid
on it from the press.

Only while they can.

How could Dorneget be tied up
with the North Koreans?

Four months after his death?

Maybe because his computer
is still alive.

- You found it.
- On the shelf but not deactivated.

Fire it up, McGee.

[PHONE RINGING]

I want that thing combed
from top to bottom.

- Vance.
- Tim, why is it still active?

Well, Cyber Division has a policy
of keeping workstations

tied to active cases
powered up and running.

- Mind if I jump in with you?
- Two heads are better than one.

Make it three. Pull Abby in too.

Let's remember whose computer
we're talking about here.

Getting into Dorney's hard drive, well,
that could be an adventure on its own.

Thank you very much.

That was the warden
from Lee Penitentiary.

Apparently your walk included
a visit with Matthew Rousseau.

- Would you mind telling me why?
- Just following up.

With your pen stuck in his hand?

Is that where I left it?

If by "following up" you mean offering
a deal, you can forget it.

They just found him,
hanging from a bedsheet in his cell.

[YONG SPEAKS IN MANDARIN]

YONG: Surveillance crew's ready
to go, but they'll be a while.

- What is with all the delays?
- We're CIA, Tony.

If we can't be stealthy about it,
we don't go.

Well, I'm not CIA,
and I'm done waiting, so let's go.

It's live.

Warm and toasty.

JOANNA: U.S. agents!
- NCIS!

[YONG SPEAKS IN MANDARIN]

JOANNA: Keep your hands up
where we can see them.

Luke?

It's okay, Luke.

Make sure he doesn't have a gun.

JOANNA:
It's okay.

JOANNA:
Whoa!

TONY:
Joanna, no!

Yong, block the door!

[BEEPING]

- We gotta get out of here!
- DiNozzo?

Go, go, go!

- Joanna!
- Luke went up on the roof.

We're tracking the North Korean's
Sinpo-class sub, Mr. Secretary.

My TAO's ready for a pre-emptive
strike upon order.

That engagement order comes from
the president only, commander.

I don't follow.
Why aren't they running stealth?

Hell of a mistake on their part.

- Or they sent the signal on purpose.
- Like we're being baited.

They got our attention.

Either way, I need to know
what's on that computer, director,

before it puts us neck-deep
in World War III.

[BLEEPING]

- Anything?
- Trying.

Abby?

Can I just say that Dorneget was
some kind of crazy amazing genius?

He had access
to a lot of classified information.

McGEE:
Well, we need answers. Now.

DUCKY:
There you are, Jethro.

You wanted it fast,
Mr. Palmer made it so.

That's good work, Palmer.

Yeah, the prison was not too happy
about surrendering jurisdiction.

I guess inmate suicide does not look
too good on their record.

Well, not as bad as this.
Couldn't be suicide.

Quite apart from the puncture wound
in his hand, the crush injuries

to the C2 and C3 vertebrae show
blunt-force trauma, not strangulation.

Murdered before?

Yeah, it appears
that not even prison walls

can keep The Calling from doing
their insidious dirty work.

LUKE:
That's far enough.

Luke, don't.

I'm sorry.

I can't keep running.

You can come back with us.

You saw what I did.

You were there.

I shot him.

I killed Gibbs.

Luke, he made it. He's alive.

But I saw him.

- You're lying.
- Only one way to find out.

What's it gonna be?

The North Koreans are denying
everything, insisting this is a mistake,

no launch codes
have been administered.

Some of our sensors
say otherwise, sir.

Who are we supposed to trust?

Time's up, director.

I'm going to the Joint Chiefs
to suggest

we take some action
against the North Koreans.

Sir, my team is certain
that there's more to this.

Twelve hundred feet
beneath me, director,

is a crew prepared to launch
an attack of devastating proportion.

Now, I appreciate the trust
you have in your people,

but my job is to trust our intel,

and the intel says "get ready to fight."

- Ms. Sciuto.
ABBY: Yes, director?

- Put Agent McGee on the phone.
- Okay.

Hey, boss. We found something
you've been looking for.

I'll be flying him home
in a few hours, Gibbs,

but we had to prove
you were alive first.

I don't understand.

- How?
- It doesn't matter.

The only thing that does
is what happens next.

It's your decision.

I'm sorry, Gibbs.

Where's Budd?

He's using other kids in Shanghai
like he used me.

That wasn't his only computer hub.
He's hacking from two more.

JOANNA:
Why Shanghai, Luke?

He's meeting with the Chinese today,
some sort of business deal.

The Calling was his way of showing
what he's capable of.

Where's the meeting?

BISHOP: He's got everything here from
chat room documents to the DOD.

McGEE:
Wait a minute.

What if someone tried to backdoor
his laptop to get into the Pentagon?

You mean, The Calling knew Ned
was watching them?

So while he was watching them,
they used his computer

to hack into our warning system.

We've been busy searching
for a link to North Korea.

Are we thinking it was Daniel Budd
who armed the warhead?

Director. It's Daniel Budd.
It's about The Calling.

BISHOP: Budd wants us to believe
it's the North Koreans.

Keep talking.

McGEE: We are confident
the North Korean signal is not real.

Budd manufactured it in Shanghai

and hacked
through Dorney's computer

into our defense alert systems.

Budd did this?

Budd knows that we constantly
monitor military threats.

Through Agent Dorneget's
Pentagon access,

Budd was able to create a phony
red flag arming the sub's warhead.

He's a gamer, director.
He's playing with us.

Are you telling me
this is all some stupid war game?

Budd is auditioning
to sell his services to the Chinese.

What better way to up his price
than by demonstrating

how much damage he can do?

Director, if we're being duped,
I need proof.

Better make it quick.
We're detecting a second signal.

COYNE: Talk to me, commander.
- They're entering launch codes, sir.

Still think this is a game, director?

The Calling's just upping the stakes.
It isn't real.

Trying to scare us into a response.
I can stop this from here.

Give me the president.

[BEEPING]

- Come on, McGee.
- Smoke and mirrors.

One second, boss.

[BEEPING]

Now, Tim.

Come on.

[BEEPING CONTINUES]

[BEEPING STOPS]

Commander?

The warhead, Mr. Secretary,
it's no longer armed.

- Stand down, commander.
LEWIS: Roger wilco, sir, and amen.

Cortland out.

General.

[PHONE RINGING]

Was there something we forgot?

[MAN SPEAKING IN MANDARIN]

English, please.
You know I don't speak Chinese.

It's Mandarin, Danny Boy.

It's what they speak
in that "Paris of the Orient."

Come to make the day more exciting,
have you?

Oh, yeah.

Shooting you in the chest
at close range, then a little dim sum.

Perfect day.

[WHISTLES]

Well...

by all means.

Move!

Out of the way!

TONY:
Yong, look out!

[PEOPLE SCREAMING]

[YONG GRUNTING]

Go, go. I'm okay.

I'm okay.

[SPEAKS IN MANDARIN]

Hands where I can see them.

What about the hands you don't see,
Agent DiNozzo?

- I've got them all over the world.
- Do you?

Well, I'm only interested
in these two.

You think you've won,
but manipulating your legal system

will be child's play
for a man of my talent,

and I know children who could...

[SCREAMING]

Was that a threat?
Sounded like a threat.

I had to defend myself.

How did that feel, Tony?

Did you enjoy the rush?

The power?

You're not a Bond villain, Daniel.

You're a fraud, and frauds
don't get to speechify like Bond villains.

They do get to die like them.

BISHOP: Wish I could say it was quiet
around here without you, Tony.

Tony, where are you?

- Nowhere. Just thinking.
- Shanghai?

- Hm. Seen enough of that place.
- Ha. You and me both.

How'd it go at juvie, boss?

Luke's gonna be there for a while,
then a halfway house.

The adopted relatives
insist he's still family

and they wanna keep it that way.

- And you still owe me for that tie.
- I pay my debts.

I brought Chinese.

- It looked better in Shanghai.
- Keep it.

- My parting gift.
- Oh, thank you.

Duty calls. I'm gonna grab a flight out
this afternoon.

Before you go...

we wanted to give you this.

It's Ned's laptop.

It's been scrubbed of all its intel,
but there's still tons of photos

and writings on there that we know
Ned would want you to have.

One of the comforts I've had these last
few months

is knowing Ned had friends like you.

Thank you.

Thanks, Tim.

Gibbs.

Take care of your team.

And maybe let your team
take care of you.

Safe travels.

So everything's back
to normal, right?

I guess that's all cleared up.

Well, you know... I mean...

Do we need to talk, boss?

What would you like to talk about,
DiNozzo?

Gotta go.

Hm. Well, I'll be damned.
The mountain came to Muhammad.

You can't be surprised.

You canceled your last follow-ups
at Walter Reed,

and you still owe me that single malt.

Been busy.

You know, I do make house calls.

I'm not easy to shake, especially
with patients I find challenging.

- I'm a challenge?
- Hm.

You know, everybody watching me,
telling me to take it easy...

afraid I'm gonna break.

Are you?

I hurt.

Pain doesn't go away.

- The leg?
- Yeah, all of it.

Well, going back to work
after all you've been through...

is ill-advised, at best.

Yeah, this coming from the guy
who keeps

leaving private practice
to work on a ship.

I do that out of boredom.

Which I guess is just a nicer way
of saying "depression."

My wife and I lost our son
two years ago.

Leukemia.

If I wasn't back at it, I'd be nowhere.

Literally.

Well, I am glad you're back at it.

Are you?

What does that mean?

Just a feeling I get.

You see, I have two kinds of patients:
Those who revere me

for saving their lives,

and those who despise me
for the same reason.

Which one are you, Gibbs?

Things are changing.

You do it alone.

I've met your team.

Who says you're alone?