All language subtitles for NCIS - S13E04 - Double Trouble.en

♪ Tell me something ♪

♪ I want to know
what are the rules of the game ♪

♪ The game of love... ♪

An associate will be right out
to help you, sir.

Um, no. Um...

My old man said you got a sale

going on in the back room?

First-timers need a coupon.

Just clipped it
this morning.

All right, arms out
to your side.

All right, follow me.
(clears his throat)

(cell phone ringing)

(audio from televisions
overlapping)

I, um...

I'm not sure
how this works.

Well, you know something
about how this works.

If you're back here,
you brought money.

Yes, sir.

But I'm here for yours.

Nobody moves,
nobody gets hurt.

You sure you want
to do this, kid?

Wallets in the bag.

Now!

No, not you. You're
gonna open the safe.

(clears his throat)

And it better just be money

you're pulling out of
there, nothing funny.

Nobody's laughing, kid.

(grunts)

No, you can have it.

But you won't be alive
long enough to spend it.

(panting)

Go on, take it, get out.

No need for that anymore.

Unless I want to make sure
no one follows me.

♪ ♪

NASA employee or just a fan?

BISHOP: Navy Seaman
Apprentice Brian Dokes.

Alexandria Police I.D.'d him.

Dokes only enlisted
about six months ago,

so, he had a ways
to go before NASA.

Well, doesn't stop the dream.

Car crash did.

Making assumptions,
Anthony?

We won't know what killed this
poor man's dream until autopsy.

TONY:
"Poor man"?

Sounds like you're assuming
he's an innocent victim, Ducky.

I wasn't making any assumptions.

(whistles)

(laughing):
Good, 'cause he's not innocent.

What do you got?

Got a crate
full of grenades.

Ah. One's missing.

Not exactly standard issue
for seaman apprentices.

It's not standard issue
for anyone.

Oh!

Practice grenade.

So it leaves hope for
Ducky's assumption.

I wasn't presupposing anything
about the man himself.

I meant "poor"
to mean unfortunate.

It's simple semantics.

Well, I don't think he was poor
in any sense of the word.

Look what I found
under the seat.

TONY:
Ooh!

Wow.

Look at that. That's got to
be about 200 grand there.

Boss, McGee found 50 grand!

Grenades, bag full of money.

Robbery gone bad?

The robbery
went just fine.

Body, Bishop.

BISHOP:
Blood trail.

He survived the crash
long enough

to wander out here anyway.

Duck, you got a time of death?

I'd guess

between 10:00
and 11:00 p.m.

Wounds from the crash?

Yeah, they appear
to be defensive.

Here, help me
roll him over.

(grunting)

Oh, my.

Looks like
his eye was ripped out.

Can that happen
in an accident?

DUCKY:
Well, as previously stated,

I don't jump to conclusions,

but, well, it would appear
this is no accident.

BISHOP:
Dokes' record is clean.

Made it through basic
and "A" school with high marks.

First deployment was scheduled
for tomorrow.

Our seaman has a dad
with a drug problem.

When I tried
to contact next of kin,

I was forwarded
to Sandy Oaks rehab center.

On the Potomac?

Celebrities can barely
afford that place.

Yeah, well,
father's already been

through a state-funded facility.

Unsuccessfully, I take it?

Last option
was a private clinic.

Son used his Navy signing bonus

to get his daddy in,
and now the rest is due.

Okay, who did he rob?

Same person that killed him?

Then why leave the money behind?

Good questions.
I would rather have answers.

We may have answers
at the front gate, boss.

Explain that.
Security detained

a Mr. Kip Klugman,
who claims to know

who our seaman
robbed last night.

Well, media knows about
the car crash

and the body, not the money.

So, this informant could
be legit-- who is he?

Well, no wonder security office
won't let him through.

He's got a criminal record.

Put it up.

He's a former NCIS
special agent.

TONY:
Arrested ten years ago.

He stole evidence
out of Camp Pendleton.

Cash and drugs.

You worked the case?

No.

No, but I remember who did.

Special Agent Leon Vance.

Klugman must've been

his last investigation
as special agent.

He likes a clean house.

McGEE:
How's the director gonna feel

about a disgraced agent
being an informant?

Won't be an issue, Agent McGee.

'Cause it's not gonna happen.
Gibbs?

Klugman's a con man.

He's always got an angle
or something up his sleeve.

Trust me, anything he knows
about this case is a lie.

What if it's not?

It's gonna take a whole lot
to convince me otherwise.

MAN (over P.A.): Security,
this is visitor center.

(man continues
indistinctly over P.A.)

(gasps)

Director Vance.

Sounds so odd
calling you that.

If he won't leave,
arrest him.

Whoa...

Isn't once enough for you?

Look, I'm here to help.

You only help yourself.

I've changed.

Who know?

The correctional system works.

I can prove my worth, sir.

GUARD: Grenade!
Don't move! Don't move!

Oops.
(chuckles)

It's just a training grenade.

It's a dud.

Stand down, everybody.

It was used in a robbery
last night, and, uh,

I know where.

What do you say, Leon?

Want to solve a murder together?

For old time's sake?

I have a friend
who was there last night

when the place got robbed.

Does this friend have a name?

He wants to remain anonymous.

But I suppose I have Leon
to thank for meeting him at all.

I didn't let you in here
for old time's sake.

And it's Director Vance.

After prison, I went
to work for a man

named Kobe Carver.

He runs an illegal sports book.

He's an angry guy.

They call him Beef
behind his back,

because he never
forgives a debt.

Now, look, the news said
a sailor got in a wreck

the police were
calling suspicious.

My source says Beef followed and
killed the kid that robbed him.

Makes sense, right?

(chuckles)
Look, you can check it out.

They run it in back
of a lingerie store.

Safe's in the floor.

I don't know, Director.

This guy's been
extremely helpful.

Super helpful.

Yeah, maybe too helpful.

Yeah, it's funny
you should say that.

All right, look,
I know how it looks.

Like you owe Beef money.

And rather than pay up,

you saw the opportunity
to rat on him.

Boss goes to prison,
debt goes away, right?

Those odds are good.

Yeah, and you were
always a gambling man.

Well, that's why I'm trying
to turn over a new leaf here.

Right.

You still box, Director?

Every day.

It helps relieve stress.

Exactly.

It's your way
of working out demons.

I couldn't do that
in my life.

So I decided to try going clean.

Making good on past sins.

You got a long way
to go for that.

I know.

At least, let me apologize.

Okay?
For framing you?

For making them think you took
that money from evidence.

I was desperate.

Follow up on his info,
but I'm done here.

And so is he.

Just like last time,
huh, Leon?

Not willing to listen
to anything I had to say.

Just using one of your own
agents to climb the ladder.

GIBBS: Enough.

You want me to alert
building security?

Nope. I'll shoot him.

All right, I'm going.

But I came here
to clear my conscious.

The man wouldn't even
give me a chance.

Well, not that you've
done so publically,

Why don't you let me
explain myself?

By getting rid of a dirty agent
ten years ago,

I was protecting my own.

And I will continue
to protect them.

So I suggest you stay away
from this building

and the honest agents
that work here,

or any problem you have with me
will get much, much bigger.

(elevator dings)

(sighs)

I was here to help.

But...

you really are
just a politician now, huh?

Go.

(elevator bell dings)

How is this possible?

These are
the preliminary results

from the blood
and tissue samples

found underneath our
victim's fingernails.

Yeah, he fought back.

He was getting
his eyes clawed out.

Yeah, that's the problem.

There's only a
single source of DNA.

And it belongs
to our victim.

He clawed out
his own eyes-- why?

Oh, his blood work

shows huge amounts of LSD.

Violent hallucinations.

That would explain the car wreck
and the self-mutilation.

Yeah, but it's odd.

I mean, for a guy
who was so desperate

to get his dad clean?

And there were no narcotics
found in the car.

Something's... hinky.

So he was drugged sometime

between the robbery
and the car crash.

No, it's true!

Theodore Roosevelt
hated the fact

that a bear was named after him.

So what he did,

he started spreading rumors
that he had

a fetish for women's bra slips.

Hence the name...

teddy!

Hmm, I asked as a joke,

but thanks, Ducky.

Oh, I'm sorry.

But this boutique
is by appointment only.

Well, my colleague
here would like

to try this on
in the back room.

Ah...

Yeah, but I was thinking
something that more goes

with, um, gold?

In that case,
I should explain

that I don't work here.

Uh, Laura Strike-DePalma,

Mr. Carver's attorney.

Hmm.

Beef always keep
his lawyer around?

Please don't call him that.

And since I don't see warrants,

this meeting will be a courtesy.

I take it a trip to
the back room is out?

Not at all.

Follow me.

(door opens)

CARVER:
Thongs go below!

Camisoles, bras, underwear,

stockings-- we arrange
top to bottom,

you useless lump.
On the bottom...

Open your eyes for once!

Panties in a bunch there,
Beef?

NCIS Special Agents DiNozzo,

Bishop.

You know, I've always
hated that word.

"Beef"?

"Panties."

Sounds kind of creepy.

Especially from me, right?

Yeah, lingerie store
was the wife's idea.

So, the illegal sports book
was yours, then?

(chuckles)

No idea what you mean.

But I'd love to know who
exactly you heard it from.

Well, I bet you would.

But...

then I have a feeling
that the same thing

would happen to him

that happened to the last guy
that pissed you off.

So...

Yeah, where were you
last night

between 10:00 and 11:00?

STRIKE-DEPALMA:
He drops off the night deposit.

at a bank down the street.

45 minutes from Alexandria.

Hmm, so you know
about the car wreck?

Interesting.

You need some help
moving these off the floor?

Please do not touch anything
without permission.

Nah, Lump will get them later.

I'm a big strapping lad.
I can help you with the boxes.

Come on, let me help you.

Get the hell
out of my store!

Clearly courtesy wasn't enough.

Well, if you've got
nothing to hide--

Hey!

Smug S.O.B., you got
nothing on me and you know it.

(beeping)

(doorbell ringing)

Son of a bitch.

Klugman, what the hell
are you doing here?!

Hey! Hey! Hey!

(siren wailing in distance)

Who did this to you?

(chuckles)

You did this...

Director.

(siren chirping)

According to the 911 tape,

Klugman says
you attacked him.

He's framing me.

Like old times.

Your team's taking
his statement?

Well, he says he
came to apologize.

And you made good

on your earlier threat
in the squad room.

And you believe him?

Gibbs, I box after work.

I even told him as much.

Look, McGee swabbed my hands.

This will never hold up.

It only has to look bad, Leon.

How bad?

PORTER:
Gentlemen?

It's been awhile.

Two bullets and no worse
for wear, Agent Gibbs.

How's recovery?

Tedious, Madam Secretary.

No, no, come on.

Director, may we speak
in private, please?

Certainly.

PORTER:
Sorry for the house call.

But this is not
the kind of attention

that the Secretary
of Defense wants.

Klugman's already lawyered up,

and he's threatening a press
conference and a civil suit.

It's a lie.
Of course it is.

But this is Washington.

How much mud-slinging
will you and the agency endure

before we can prove it?

All right, what
option do we have?

Well, per Klugman's lawyer,

he drops this whole thing

if you step down.

Leon, there are
no good options here.

You've been in this chair

for longer than your last
two predecessors combined.

Maybe it's time for a change.

Maybe you write a book.

Go fishing.

Spend time with your kids.

And what kind of example does
running away set for them?

Are you too close to this case?

The body was found
in Alexandria.

I make a call,
I have the case transferred.

That won't be necessary.

I offer this
out of respect to you, Leon.

And everything that you have
already given this agency.

Thank you.

What we got, Duck?

In which case?

Well, start with the
one on your table.

Uh, cause of death
was respiratory failure.

His nervous system
went into shock.

Whoever drugged this young man
knew they were giving him

a concentrated dose,
which would prove lethal.

Our second victim?

Uh, Mr. Klugman?

Well, a doctor at the facility
where he's being treated

is an old friend.

She faxed over these.

According to her notes,

Klugman had no
defensive wounds

and received the
most severe blows

to the right side of
his face and head.

Left handed attacker?

I got a wicked
southpaw, Doctor,

but the power's in my right.

All the better
to prove your innocence.

Not about innocence.

It's about perception.

You're not the only one
seeing things change

and trying to roll
with the punches, Gibbs.

It seems now I'm fighting
the political forces

that I'm accused
of being a part of.

The job changes, Leon.

Yeah, and I'm usually the one
henpecking you to tread lightly.

Yeah, and now?

I know Klugman.

He's not coming after me
just for revenge.

He's mixed up in all this.

He's a con man with an end game.

What's the end game?

I have no idea.

Which is actually
what brings me down here.

I, um...

I would like
to ride with you on this.

As a member
of your team, Gibbs.

(quiet grunt)

Yeah, sure, Director.

Done.

I was expecting to go
12 rounds on this.

What-what's the catch?

Hey!

What are you
waiting for, probie?

Be careful what you wish for,
Director.

A dentist, a limo driver

and a Cirque du
Soleil performer.

Sounds like a setup to a joke.

They all walked into
an illegal sports book,

but won't admit it.

And let me guess--
they lost their wallets,

but don't know where?

So...

I got nothing.

Yeah, me, neither.

Beef's alibi checks out.

He wasn't at the car crash.

Any word about
the director?

So I guess this would be a bad
time to ask him to sign an AFF.

Asset Forfeiture?

Yeah, in the event

this case gets solved,

we can apply
for some of the dirty money

to go back to NCIS.

And I was thinking of
vending machines, but now...

Legal funds for
Director Vance.

Well, he's got kids.

Which is why
we keep working.

Hey, anybody
talk to Gibbs lately?

Knowing Gibbs, he's probably
interrogating Klugman

in the back of a frozen
meat locker somewhere.

Anyone seen Director
Vance, either?

Yeah.

DiNozzo.

Oh, hey, boss.

Am I interrupting
personal errands?

Yep.

Got it.

So I will just
leave you to that.

We were just wondering

in case any of the
errands run long,

uh, are we covering for one

person or two?

I got no idea what
you're talking about.

VANCE:
Got eyes on our boy.

And nobody asked
you to cover.

(sighs)

Oh, hang on a second.

Can I help you?

Alexandria PD.

Detective Karen Stradivarius.

We got a call
from your Secretary Porter

to collect files and evidence
for a case transfer?

Oh.

Oh, yeah.

Hold on one second.

Boss, uh, did you hear that?
Stall.

Are you sure that's
a good idea?

Oh, just do it.

(car engine starts)

I know, you're
the best, too.

All right,
I'll talk to you soon.

Dad, he's such a goofball.

Hmm.
I'm sure you hear this all the time,

but, uh, Stradivarius.

That's a, that's an
interesting name.

Like the violin?

Yeah.

But don't even think
about playing me.

(chuckles)

Where's he going?

I feel like we've taken
the last five left turns.

He's just making sure
he's not being followed.

Well, then maybe you
should slow down,

give a little distance,

change lanes for once.

Ah, but you're
the boss, boss.

Although when I
asked to tag along,

I thought this was
gonna be more like,

you know,
Butch and Sundance.

You're the quick draw,

I'm the brains--
kind of co-equals.

No, we're not.

So what--
I'm Robin to your Batman?

Is that why you
agreed to do this?

Give me crap, remind me what
it's like to be at the bottom?

No, I did it because you asked.

Well, I told you
I wanted to see this through.

Yeah, well, you usually do
that from your office.

You're wondering
if I still got it.

No, I'm not.

Sounds like you are.

No, I got nothing to prove,
except my innocence.

I may be calling plays
from the booth,

but I remember what it's like
taking hits on the field.

Hell, I still got
a lot of moves.

I've got moves you and
SECNAV have yet to see.

Okay, okay!
I'll shut up.

Yeah, it's not that.

Klugman stopped.

So, I guess now we wait?

Or?

Or what?

We go in?

Or you can look up who
rents office space here.

Got plenty of moves, huh?

You're just mad because your
sorry-ass phone can't do this.

Hmm.

According to their Web site,

this building
has multiple occupants.

Lawyer.

Couple law officers, yeah.

No, the lawyer.

3:00.

Why do Beef and Klugman
have the same lawyer?

Think there's a connection
between the murder

and the frame job on me?

Uh, boys?
Yoo-hoo!

Yeah, come on inside.

I guess you can ask her.

I'm on the line
with your boss' office

about harassing my client.

I told you we were following
that taxi too close.

Damn.

Well, it's not every day
the Secretary of the Navy

insists on stopping by.

I think you just added
another zero to our settlement.

So, Klugman knew
he was being followed?

No.

But I had a hunch based on
some background checking.

You and Agent Gibbs
like to push boundaries.

Well, as do you.

Since you represent

our prime suspect in a murder

and the person that's
accusing him of that murder.

Mr. Carver and Mr. Klugman
are two very different clients,

with very different...

admittedly lucrative needs.

So, there's no connection
between the two?

No.

I'm just greedy.

Sue me.

(knocking)

Madam Secretary.

On behalf of the U.S. Navy,
I'd like to apologize in person.

And assure you there will be
no further incidents.

That's kind of you.

But it won't stop the press
conference that I'm planning.

I was actually hoping that
you and I might have a word.

By all means.

I was just going
to get some coffee.

Well, let me join you.

Uh, anything for you two?

Gibbs?

Did the lawyer
just give us the room?

Uh-huh.

Want to look around?

Security footage
of the robbery, ma'am.

This is the man
you've been looking into?

That's Beef.

He denies any involvement.

Well, clearly he's lying.

VANCE: Madam Secretary, you're
gonna have to trust me.

I'm showing you
we're digging in the right hole.

The robbery,
the murder, the frame job--

we show they're connected,
we solve the case.

Makes your explanation
to the Secretary of Defense

much easier.

Asking with enough rope to
hang yourself with, Director?

Yes, ma'am.

Either way,
you'll have someone to blame.

SecDef wants an answer
by end of business.

That gives you three hours
to wrap this in a bow.

Leon, you know
I care about you.

But the case will be
transferred to Alexandria

and I announce your retirement
first thing tomorrow.

Agreed.

RECORDING: Please hang up
and try your call again.

Please hang up and try
your call again.

Please hang up
and try your call again.

Hey, you called?

Yeah, like 20 minutes ago.

I just now got
all the beeping to stop.

Oh, sorry,
I got hung up.

Had to convince that Alexandria
detective to come back.

How'd you do that?

Well, I told her
that her car

wasn't big enough to
fit all the evidence.

There's only
three little boxes.

Oh, oops!
(laughs)

So, what do you got?

The final toxicology
for Seaman Dokes

Seaman Dokes.

Anything to tie the drugs
that killed him to a source?

Yeah, DMSO.

It's a substance that's
sometimes added to drugs

to make them absorb
through the skin.

Faster high.
Is it traceable?

Well, I can match
the chemical makeup,

if you can get me
the original drugs.

Well, I need a search warrant
for Beef's back room first.

I have something
to help with that.

You should've
started with that.

I did, like,
20 minutes ago.

So, I found this little tracker

inside the lining.

I was so busy looking
for something high-tech,

that I almost
missed the low-tech.

Rather than sending out
some big GPS signal,

this little guy uses Bluetooth.

Oh, like a cell
phone headset?

Yeah, except you'll
attach this to, like,

say, your keys or a suitcase
in case they get lost,

then your cell phone
can track it.

What if your bag of cash
is at NCIS headquarters?

If this device
comes within range

of anyone that has a matching
cell phone application,

it can send the signal
to that phone.

Meaning it could use your phone
to tell someone the bag is here?

Not it "could," it did.

You backtracked the tracker?

I hacked the tracker.

All I need is a name.

I don't have a name, but...

I can tell you
where the person

who is tracking
the money is located.

"Kelly's Closet & Lingerie."

Is that good enough
for a warrant?

Yes!
Thank you!

We found this

underneath the boxes.

What a pain in
the ass to open.

For good reason,
based on what we found inside.

Pills, cocaine, LSD.

Yeah.
(clears his throat)

I'll wait for my lawyer.

It's no wonder Seaman Dokes

knew about your operation
and the money.

You were his dad's drug dealer.

I told you I have an alibi

for the time of that car crash.

Oh, that's right,
so how could you

have possibly
drugged Seaman Dokes.

That stumped us.

But then we figured it out.

Lawyer.

I know, well, she's taking
her time, isn't she?

While we wait,

I was thinking
maybe McGee and I

might do a little
reenactment.

And you can tell us
how close we are.

McGee will play the part

of the grenade-wielding Dokes.

And I'll be a
better looking you.

So, here's
what we think went down.

You're getting the
money out of the safe,

while Dokes is
threatening you.

Give me the money.

Well, I think he had to be
a little more convincing

than that, 'cause you...
gave him the money.

You had more than that
up your sleeve, though.

Or should I say in
the palm of your hand.

Tony, that's really tight.

That's 'cause I'm
in character.

And it has to be tight
to transfer the LSD.

These blotters
also came from the safe.

Wax-lined, so only Dokes
got the dope.

The DMSO that you
spike your LSD with

made it easy to absorb.

That much, that fast.

You signed that kid's
death certificate

before he even got the money.

(laughs)

You know how
crazy that sounds?

How-how could you possibly know

exactly what went on, hmm?

Lucky guess?

A guess backed up by science.

Drugs we found in the safe,

were an exact chemical match

to the ones found
in the victim's system.

You drugged him, then planned
to recover the money

with a tracking device.

But before that device
could send a signal out,

NCIS was already on the scene.

"Tracking device"?

In the money?

In the bag, and
it goes both ways.

And it led us to you.

And that's why I don't use them.

Ever!

So, I want to know
who the hell's

been tracking my money!

Oh, so it is your money?

Theoretically,

let's say yes.

Theoretically, who else
had access to the bag?

Just me.

And the only time
it ever gets unlocked,

is when I add money or when I--

(groans)

When I pay Lump
for guarding the door

at the end of the night.

Does Lump have a real name?

Well, probably.

But it's not like I issue W-2's.

That's the connection.

The doorman and Klugman
are working together.

They were already
planning to rob the place.

The kid beat him to it.

I know Klugman.

He's still looking
for a big payday.

Ms. Sciuto said somebody's
still tracking the money.

Cash is in evidence.

Evidence that's
about to be moved.

Klugman's a former agent.

He knew that by framing me,

we'd be forced
to transfer the case.

Klugman's planning to rob
the evidence in transport.

Leon, we don't know that.

One way to find out.

VANCE:
If we're right,

and Klugman robs us,

how do you think
he's gonna do it?

You don't know Klugman's
gonna be the one to show.

Well, I didn't hear
any better ideas.

Why'd you come
if you didn't like the risk?

Oh, I don't mind the risk.

No.

I mind you.

'Cause I'm just a politician?

You said you had
nothing to prove.

Damn right.
Well, you're not acting like it.

The job changes, Leon.

We change.

Better or for worse.

I'm gonna personally nail
this S.O.B. a second time.

(loud thudding)

Okay, okay, we're on.

That's how they're
gonna do it, huh?

Get out of the vehicle!
Put your hands on your head!

No weapons!
He's alone.

Damn.

Klugman's got Lump
doing his dirt work.

So we take him out.

No, no. No time.

Klugman will be long gone by the
time we get this guy to flip.

You got a better idea?

Enough talking!

Put the guns on the dashboard!

Get out now!

Yeah, we do as he says,
we get robbed,

and we track the money
back to Klugman.

Gibbs, what
are you doing?

There you go.

Come around.

Come on this side.

Move to the back of the van.

(dog barking in distance)

You'll get no
problems out of us.

Right, partner?

Okay.

Okay, that's good.

Stop right there.

Open the door.

Show me the cash.

MAN:
Okay, good.

Put the money back,
slide over the box.

We're gonna let him
take the box, right, Gibbs?

No trouble, right?

Depends on him.

Hey, he's got a gun in his back.

Sorry, Gibbs,

we're gonna
do this my way.

Your partner's
a smart man.

Take his gun and toss it.
Slowly.

Turn around.

Okay, good.
Now it's just one more thing.

My tracking device.

Excuse me?
I'm not stupid. I used it

to track you here-- I'm
not gonna let you do the same.

Throw it away
and toss over the box.

Yeah.

Okay.

Head to the side of the van.

Face it.

Beautiful.

Doing great.
All right, you've been helpful.

(car door opens)

(door closes)

(engine starts)

(tires squeal)

Don't go after him.
I'm picking up my weapon.

All right, look,

about the gun, I was just...

Don't.
TONY: So, what happened?

We were in position,
waiting for your signal.

We need to follow the money
back to Klugman.

He dumped the tracker.

Yeah, that's, uh,
that was my bad.

You think?

Well, getting mad at me's not
gonna help us track the money.

Well, my sorry-ass
phone will.

Your phone?

GIBBS:
Yeah, my phone.

You put your phone
in the evidence box?

No.

He had me do it.

Before you two even came
into the evidence garage.

So what, you knew I'd be
too focused on Klugman?

Leon, it happens.

DiNozzo,
give me the keys.

MAN (in distance): Everything?
MAN 2: Everything that mattered.

(conversation continues
indistinctly)

(quietly):
I knew the lawyer was connected.

Get me a sitrep.

(conversation continues
indistinctly)

(whispers):
Okay, we're in position.

Ready to flush them
your way.

(men continue conversing
indistinctly)

(Laura speaks indistinctly)

He's not my first choice,
either...

Okay, who's
going in first?

You, of course-- I meant,
how do you want to do this?

LAURA: All right, guys,
it's all confirmed.

These are the details.

There'll be a ship waiting
in Newport, the Monte Cristo.

Ask for a man named Cortez.

He'll take cash,

but I suggest you make
the rest last for a while.

Well, Cuban peso's
currently down.

For your services
as travel agent.

A settlement could have netted
more than this,

but... we all make
our own choices.

Yeah.
Hey, what is this?

Damn!

What's Gibbs
waiting for?

Maybe he finally
shot the director.

(gunshot)

(loud clattering, man yells)

TONY:
NCIS! Federal agents! Gibbs?

Director?

All clear, Agent DiNozzo.

What happened?

Call an ambulance.
I'm not saying anything,

and I'm advising

my client to do the same.

KLUGMAN: Just get off me!
Shut up, keep still.

You're lucky your friend uses
only a nine-millimeter,

otherwise I'd be really upset.

(gasps)
McGee.

Gibbs,

I just remembered
something.

I didn't lose my edge;

I became a politician 'cause
I'd had enough of this crap.

(sighs): Is that what
we're gonna tell SECNAV?

(siren approaching)

(exhales)

(groans)

(indistinct radio chatter)

Bodies and news vans.

Hardly clean, Gibbs.

We transferred the case,
just like you said.

I drove the truck myself.

TONY: Gibbs called us
when the truck

was robbed.
We tracked it here.

Bad guys
shot first.

Case closed, as promised.

VANCE:
Sorry I'm late.

I, uh, got the message--
I tried to get here

as quickly as I could.
Uh, what did I miss?

You're bleeding.

Made a mistake.

I forgot to trust my
agents to do their job.

And in the process,
I forgot what my job was.

It won't happen
again, ma'am.

I gave up being an agent

so I could lead and
protect this agency.

That's where I could
make a difference.

It's where I still can.

So you inspire loyalty
in your agents.

Loyalty to the point
of stupidity sometimes...

but loyalty nonetheless.

So if I have
to fire you tomorrow...

they'll be upset.

♪ ♪

BISHOP:
Well, all the evidence,

including the $262,020,

is now safely
with Alexandria PD.

Guess that means they'll take
the win and "absorb" the money.

Mm, the win, yes,

but... I made a deal about the money with Kiki.

"Kiki"?
Yeah, Detective Stradivarius.

We got to talking,
and agreed that both agencies

would apply for the money

to go to the drug rehab clinic
at Walter Reed.

It might be the only good
to come of all this.

Gibbs and Vance?

On their way up from
a meeting with SECNAV.

After they left
the Pentagon,

she called a press conference.

To announce the case win
or to fire Director Vance?

(elevator bell dings)
Still waiting to hear.

Yes, I'm still in charge.
Now, get back to work.

You're stuck with me.

Change is hard.