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(engine chugging,
debris clattering)

MAN (over radio):
Hey, Dorfman, need some help.

(engine idling)

Morning, Manny.

What are you
so happy about, Dorfman?

It's Monday morning.
Start of a new week.

It's freezing out here.

That's the best part.

Hey, don't you notice
what's missing?

(inhales)
Huh? No smell.

The air is crisp.
The garbage is frozen.

Yeah, that's my problem.
So's the hopper's hydraulics.

The trash
won't slide.

No problemo.

Here we go.

So... give it
a little nudge.

(grunts)

(Dorfman gasps)

(gasps)

♪ ♪

BISHOP:
Dear President Truman...

I mean "Harry."

I mean "sir."

I realize it's a little
unorthodox

to write a dead president,

but you were the 33rd President
of the United States,

and founder
of the modern-day NSA.

There aren't many people
I can talk to about this

since Jake and I hit the skids,

and I don't even
keep a journal myself,

so... here goes.

Mr. President,
the last couple of days

really sucked.

Not because it was cold--

frostbite comes with
living in DC--

but because it made me
reconsider

every reason
I became a Federal agent,

both NSA and NCIS.

(sighs)
I mean, 2015 was rough,

but in the last couple of days,

it all came into perspective.

Sir, did I mention it was cold?

FEMALE TV REPORTER:
Brace yourself, metro area--

with the wind chill,
we are talking

ten, 20 degrees below.

And yesterday's rains

are causing icy conditions,

which are now
downing power lines

across many areas.

10,000 homes without power,
and that number

is expected to rise.

That number's rising,
all right.

(chuckles)
Good morning, Nanook.

Hey, are you wearing every
item of clothing you own?

I am.
And I still can't get warm.

Power in my block went out
last night, so no heat.

Delilah bailed around midnight,

went to her mother's.

Why didn't you go with her?

Well, because I couldn't.

We're not married.

I'm-I'm sorry-- seriously?

Yes, seriously. Her mother's
got this thing about

unmarried couples spending the
night together under her roof.

My parents were the same.

Tony, can I crash with you
tonight, please?

Come again?

If they can't fix the power,

I can't go back to my place.

You heard the weather lady--
I can't go back there

if they don't have the power on.
Please.

Why don't you...

stay in a hotel?

(chuckles)

Let's see how the day goes.

Oh, I could use
a little more coffee...

Grab your gear.

Got a call from
Virginia State Police.

Dead sailor in a landfill.

Wait, a Virginia landfill?
Where, exactly, boss?

Adams County.

Hey, Timmy McGee!

Stewie.

Oh, boy.

Hey, so, uh, you
found the body, huh?

Yeah.

Crazy, huh?
Looking right at me.

McGee knows
the garbage man.

They went to school together.

Give me a hug.

Oh, yeah.

Oh.

Grammar school?
M.I.T.

Stewie got a degree
in evolutionary biology,

but he's really into trash.

Hey, bro. This is so cool,
seeing you guys again.

I found a really great photo
of you from our senior year.

Oh, yeah? What, uh, what of?

There she is.

(chuckling):
Oh, Stewie.

Are those tap shoes?

Yeah, they sure are.

Still have 'em around somewhere.
Oh.

Called ourselves
The Mul-TAP-Liers.

Multipliers, get it?

(chuckling):
Oh.

We were good, too.

Really? I mean,
you're not a little mortified,

showing this photo?

Why would I be?

DORFMAN: As a matter
of fact, we, uh,

tapped our way
into quite a few

theater girl''
hearts, didn't we?

Yes, we did.

Hey! Got a crime scene

to process here!

Uh, sorry.
On my way, boss.

State police ran her prints.

I.D.'d her as
Seaman Alessandra Ramos.

She's stationed aboard
the USS Barkley at Norfolk.

What do you see, Duck?

A single gunshot wound
to the forehead.

We won't know more
until she thaws out.

Hopefully, this plastic

will have shielded her body from

contamination from
all this trash.

(car approaches)

DC Metro.
Detective Jeff Katz.

You in charge here?

Special Agent Gibbs. NCIS.

You're a little
out of your jurisdiction.

Not really.

Just heard
from Virginia State Police

your victim is
Alessandra Ramos.

You know her?

She was due to testify
before a grand jury

next week, in a murder case.

Guess that's
not gonna happen now, huh?

Seaman Alessandra Ramos
is third-generation Navy.

She enlisted right out of high
school in La Mesa, California,

just outside San Diego,

where her father retired
as a chief petty officer.

After she finished "A" school,
she served aboard

the Barkley as an E.T.

Been at Norfolk
the past six months.

Her Navy record's spotless.

Alessandra
was a stand-up kid.

I interviewed her
a couple of times.

How'd you find her?
She called the hotline.

She said she had information
on a gang shooting.

Gang shooting?
We've got a turf war going

in Columbia Heights.

She was on her way back
to Norfolk one night,

stopped at a drive-through,
heard gunshots.

She saw a guy
jump into a car and take off.

It was dark but she knew
the make and the model

and the last three numbers
of the plate.

Caught the guy.

Dominick Rubin.

A real piece of work.

Her identity
wasn't kept confidential?

We thought it was.

We have got to find a lead

on where she was murdered.

Got two agents on their way
to Norfolk right now

to talk to her shipmates.

WOMAN: I can't believe
Alessandra is dead.

BISHOP: When was the last time
you saw her, Seaman Burk?

Friday, after we finished work.

Neither of us had weekend duty,

so I was driving down
to see my parents in Atlanta

and she was headed into DC.

What was she gonna do there?

This group she loved--

The Sterile Puppets--

they were doing a show
at a club--

Dacey's Lounge.

She was going alone?
Yeah.

Took the train.

So she went into DC a lot?

Whenever she could.

Aly loved the city.

Have her parents been told?

They must be devastated.

You two were close.

Yeah.

Did she tell you
she was gonna testify

before a grand jury
about a gang shooting?

Is that why she was killed?

That's what we're trying
to figure out.

Was she nervous
about testifying?

Aly? Um...

I was more worried
about it than she was.

Military family.

She was a total badass.

BISHOP: Mr. President, losing anyone
in uniform is difficult.

We encounter it here too often.

who had her whole life ahead
of her and she wanted to serve.

She wanted to help
put away a gang member.

She wanted
to do the right thing.

Based on everything
I was learning,

Ramos was someone
to be admired.

There was more to this
than just a wrongful death.

I-I had a hunch, sir.

I knew it from day one

and I should have
followed my instincts.

Put that back exactly
where you found it, Mr. Palmer.

It-it... it just looked
so comfy and warm.

Yes, well, it was a present
from my Uncle Duncan.

He wore it
on a mapping expedition

to the Antarctic,
in 1933.

(firmly): Go.

You got something, Duck?

Yeah, well, the body's
almost up to temperature.

Then we can get this bag off
and begin the autopsy.

There are ligature marks

on her wrists,
suggesting she was restrained.

And she has abrasions and cuts
that are defensive wounds.

This young lady put
up quite a fight.

What about the gunshot wound?

Well, I'll retrieve the bullet

as soon as I can,

but it's a small caliber.

Rubin used a nine-millimeter
in the gang shooting.

Bring him in.

Detective Katz.
What are you doing here?

This is NCIS
Special Agent Gibbs.

I'm confused.

You having trouble
building a case against me?

Do you need the Navy's help?

Got some questions
for you, Dominick.

You know I don't talk
without my lawyer.

Call him.

We'll wait.

I'm intrigued.

I'll listen.

Why's the Navy involved?

You know her?

She's kind of cute.

Always attracted
to a lady in uniform.

Maybe that'll help you remember.

Nope.

Never seen her before.

You gonna try
to pin this one on me, too?

She was gonna testify
against you next week, place you

at the scene of the crime.
I don't know what you're talking about.

I already told you
I wasn't there.

I always respected
those who serve in the military.

My kid brother serves.

I had nothing to do with that.

I don't know.

He may have
killed your banger.

But my gut tells me he had
nothing to do with Seaman Ramos.

I think you're right.

But we'll obviously
be keeping an eye on him,

so let me know
if anything comes up.

Space heaters were sold out
all over town.

Plus, these windows--
they do absolutely nothing

to keep out the cold.

Plus, plus, you
work subterranean.

Plus, plus, plus, heat rises.

Another reason I should've moved
my lab when I had the chance.

Hate to pull our attention
away from this Bunsen burner,

but you said you
had something?

Uh, yeah, I have
several somethings.

I found blonde hair
in Seaman Ramos's jacket.

It can't be hers.
She's a brunette.

Well, she was at a club
with a couple hundred

other women,
so it makes sense.

Yeah, but I found the hairs
inside the jacket,

so maybe somebody else
was wearing her jacket?

At least one of them had
a follicle on it

so I could run DNA,

and I got a hit.

(keyboarding rapidly)

19-year-old college student

Jane Murphy.

Stay warm, Abby.

What'd you find out?

TONY: We talked to several
people on the Barkley,

including a bunkmate who
confirmed that Seaman Ramos

came to DC Friday night

to go see a concert at Dacey's
Lounge. She was gonna stay

at a motel, take the train
back the next morning.

Lounge is closed today,

but we spoke to the manager
at the motel.

Ramos had a reservation
but never showed.

Oh, hey.

You're back.

Hey.

What'd Abby give you?

Oh, well, she, uh, found
some hairs

on Seaman Ramos's jacket

that belonged to
a Waverly University student

named Jane Murphy.

All right. Come on, McGee.

You're with me.

MAN:
That's all you got for me?

Can we at least go
into Jane's room one more time?

Excuse me. Hi.

NCIS. Special Agents

McGee and Gibbs.

We're, uh, looking
for Jane Murphy.

Federal agents?

I'm her father.
Why are you looking for her?

Do you know where she is?
No,

damn it--
apparently nobody does.

Since when?

(sighs) Friday.

I drove down after she missed
her Sunday phone call.

Do I need to file
a missing persons report?

What the hell is going on?

Our missing girl
is Jane Murphy, 19,

a college junior last seen
leaving her dorm at t

8:30 Friday night.
TONY: As to her destination,

friends offer up a wide
variety of possibilities.

An off-campus party,
an on-campus kickback,

a sorority party,
another off-campus party.

Her father gave her a credit
card to use for emergencies.

I'm running it now.

You still cold, McGee?

Yeah.

The heater is working.

Tony's isn't.

I crashed there last night.

I was seeking refuge.

Only to bring
your bad luck with you.

Tree came crashing down,
took out this power line.

It was after midnight.
It got very cold very fast.

The good news is, if the power
doesn't come back tonight,

Bishop has very kindly said
that we can stay at her place.

I have?

Yeah. We'll talk
about it later. Um,

as for any obvious connections
between these two ladies--

Jane and Seaman Ramos--
there are none.

Other than the strands
of Jane's hair found in

Ramos's jacket, there's
nothing that links the two.

What about
the gang leader, Rubin?

So far,

I'm finding no link there
either... though Rubin

might have had motive
to kill Ramos,

there's nothing that suggests

he was involved
in Jane's disappearance.

Tony, who played that concert
Ramos went to on Friday?

Uh, Sterile Puppets.
Colony Hill.

Jane's credit card?

There's a $30
admission fee to Dacey's Lounge.

Go. Get down there.

Me, too, Gibbs?

(phone rings)
No. Keep digging

on our gangbanger.

Yeah, Duck.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.

I'm on my way down.

JIMMY:
It was nothing, Doctor.

You would have
found it eventually.

But I didn't, Mr. Palmer.

Credit where credit is due.

Credit for what, Duck?

A keen eye, Jethro.

Among her scratches
and abrasions,

I misidentified an injury

and Mr. Palmer
caught my error.

Oh, come on.
It was hardly an error.

Well, whatever you call it,
what is it?

Well, what appeared to me to be
a rodent bite turned out to be

a shallow gouge
with a sharp instrument.

Something was carved
from beneath her epidermis.

What kind of something?

Something that
was successfully removed

and no longer there.

But I was able to swab
the area for residue,

and I came up
with this.

It's a... it's a super
tiny microfragment.

I was just about to run it up
to Abby.

That's a nice catch, Palmer.

Credit where credit's due.

Run!

(wry chuckle)

MAN: Oh, yeah.

They were here. I'm sure.

You remember them?
Listen, we get hundreds

of hotties just like this
on any given Friday night,

so it's a good bet
they were here.

Okay, so is there
a bartender or doorman

who might remember them,
specifically?

My night crew won't be in
for a few hours,

but you guys are welcome

to stick around.
Actually,

it's '90s Night,
in case you guys want to relive

some of your glory days later.

Excuse me?

Glory days?
Yeah.

Show off some of those
old dance moves?

A little "Can't Touch This."

What's
your surveillance situation?

Do you have security cameras?

Of course I do.
State-of-the-art,

front doors and back.

Hub's in my office.

Let's go have a look.

Actually... What am I saying?

It's sort of unclear, but I'm
looking forward to some clarity.

Our backdoor cameras,
they've been out since Thursday.

Thursday?
Yeah. Some yahoos cut the wire.

I'm still waiting
on the repair guy.

Clever yahoos.

Suspicious yahoos.

BISHOP: Mr. President,
once you were quoted as saying,

"America wasn't built on fear.

"It was built on courage,
imagination,

and unbeatable determination
to do the job."

Well, I work with people now

who have nothing but courage
and determination.

But the case was affecting
our vision.

Let me rephrase that.

The case was affecting

my vision.

As an analyst,

I should have seen things
more clearly.

Now there were two women
missing,

and the trail was still cold.

Like everything else.

Dan the creepy '90s owner man
was right.

We checked
those backdoor cameras,

and the wires
had clearly been snipped.

Likely for a reason.

You check the back alley?
We did.

And for a cheesy rock club,
it was surprisingly clean.

I managed to
isolate both girls entering

Dacey's Lounge
Friday night.

(tapping computer keys)
Jane Murphy at 9:36.

And shortly thereafter,
Seaman Alessandra Ramos

at 9:52.

And exiting?
Well, no footage

of either one, actually.
The last people

to exit the club
through the front doors

were the two bouncers,
and that was

at 2:43 a.m.

TONY: Only way our girls
could have left

is through the back door.

Likely against their will.

Agent Gibbs, we got it.

You got what?
That fragment we found

was a micro GPS tracker.

Abby's analyzing
it for more data,

but she wanted me
to show you this.

It's no bigger
than a vitamin capsule.

It's-it's like one
of those RFID chips

that shelters use
to identify cats and dogs,

but these actually track
the animals

that they're implanted in.

Or in this case, Seaman Ramos.

Jimmy, where on her body
did you find that chip?

Well, actually, I only...

I only found a small piece
of it,

but it was in a little hole
just under...

Her armpit?

Her left armpit?

Yeah.

How did you know that?

Oh, man.

What, Bishop?

We shut them down years ago.

Who?

It was a human trafficking ring.

I-I was still new to the NSA,
three, four years ago.

We were part of a joint
task force with the FBI.

Since when does the NSA
do human trafficking?

It was international.
College-age girls abducted,

microchipped,
and sold to the highest bidders

all over the world.

You still in touch with anyone
from the task force?

Uh, we all went
our separate ways.

I can reach out to them,
see what they know.

It's been a long time.

Yeah, go. Go.
Palmer, go help Abby.

Find out where those chips...

...came from and
who bought 'em-- on it.

WOMAN: I almost dropped the phone
when you called, Ellie.

The concubine case?
You really think it's them?

I was hoping
you could tell me, Daisy.

(sighs) Any chance FBI caught
any similar cases recently?

(scoffs) Hope not.

Let me check with
the Criminal Division.

I transferred over
to Counterintelligence

after we put
Concubine away... or...

that is, after I thought
we put them away.

Did you get ahold
of your NSA buddy, Connors?

Former NSA. He retired not long
after we closed the case.

And I plan
on staying that way.

Adam. Hey.

Oh.

Thanks for coming.

Of course. Agent Milner.

Good to see you.

Wow.

Look at this former nerd.

Never would've pegged you
for the type, Ellie.

The type?

You know, trade in
your stats and your snacks

for a badge and a gun.

Eh, I saw that
coming years ago.

Could always tell you had
an itch for more action

than the NSA offered.

An itch I surely lacked.

After we shut down Concubine,
all I wanted was less action, not more.

"Shut down" now being
a loose term.

Not for me. I'm still in denial.

Come on, Ellie, for
years now, I've been

so proud of going out
on a high note,

after a big win.

Couldn't this be some
other trafficking ring?

There have got to be hundreds.

With the exact same M.O.?

College-age girls,

taken in the U.S.,
tracking chip

just under their armpit?

Left armpit?

(sighs)

So much for our happy reunion.

So, Ellie,
what do you need from us?

Uh, maybe come back to NCIS,

compare notes
from our old case?

I'm in.

Adam?

I don't know.
Just talking about it's

got my ulcer kicking again.

I'm just a numbers guy.

No, you were the numbers guy
who followed the money trail

and led us straight to them.

He's also retired.

I don't know about your bosses, Ellie,
but mine won't go for sharing Intel

with a civilian.
No offense, Adam.

None taken. But I'll still go
through my final report

and see what I can dig up.

Can't imagine
I'd be much help anyway.

I do people's taxes now,
on spreadsheets.

Well...

(sighs) ...anything
you think could help.

Oh, man.

What is it?
Criminal Division?

FBI's currently juggling
six new cases

of missing college-age girls
in the last two months.

All along the Eastern Seaboard.
Six?

Rain check, Adam. These girls
could be shipped off any minute.

So it is now eight
women missing between

the Philadelphia, New York, and
DC metro areas, including Murphy

and Ramos.

We're hoping
the other seven are alive.

How'd the others
go missing?

Uh, according
to our FBI Criminal Division,

circumstances of their
disappearances were all similar.

BISHOP: Each was at a bar,
a concert, a nightclub,

got separated from their
friends, never made it home.

That's like your old case?
We called it Concubine,

since that's basically all
these women were sold for.

Kidnapped, microchipped,
a little Stockholming.

"Cooperate or we'll kill
your whole family"--

that sort of thing.

They wouldn't hesitate
to kill one girl

in order to scare the others.
Anyone who fought back.

Just like Seaman Ramos
must have.

So how did they smuggle
these girls

out of the country undetected?

Any means necessary.

Everything was funded
by the buyers,

so money was no object.
Private jets,

(phone rings)
commercial freighters...

Yeah, Abbs. I'll be right down.

How'd you catch 'em?

Ultimately, it was NSA.

Nothing new in the playbook.

We just followed the money.

Think I'll go back to my office
and pull our old files.

Start following that money
again, see where that leads.

Keep us in the loop.

I could go with her, Gibbs.

BISHOP:
Mr. President,

it was remembering these girls,

remembering the awful things

these traffickers were capable
of that left me asking,

how do we keep going?

How do we put away one,

knowing there are 50 more
waiting to be caught?

Sir, I know why I became
a federal agent:

To help.

But what if my help
isn't good enough?

ABBY: When I was examining
the chip fragment found in

Seaman Ramos's armpit,

I discovered this.

These are serial and
batch numbers.

TONY:
What's "DTI"?

Well, in the same way
that programmers and hackers

will often hide their signatures
in binary code,

most new technology companies
will tag the end of their

serial number
with their company initials.

DTI...

Daly Tech Industries.

You know them?
Yeah. We were looking

into these chips for Delilah's
sister when she got a new dog.

Well, they're based out of DC.

And it's a new start-up,
so they're probably

still small enough to
be able to track whoever

specifically bought
this chip.

Cool. You got an address?

Stay warm.

You, too.

TONY:
You sure you called ahead?

I did.

Well, then maybe
we should call again.

This place is empty.

Oh... hello.

FEMALE VOICE:
Welcome to Daly Tech Industries.

And the future.

That is so cool.

(chuckles)
You know, I got a robot

for Christmas in 1985.

The thing never worked.

I hate the future.

With whom do we have
the pleasure?

Oh.

Hi. Uh, I'm Very Special Agent
Anthony DiNozzo.

This is my partner,
Special Agent Tim McGee.

We're looking for...

Me. Right behind you.
Tiffany.

I run Daly Tech's
Pet GPS division.

And pretty much
everything else.

I'm sorry I wasn't
here to meet you.

I was on a call with
a potential investor.

Kickstarter can only take you
so far these days.

Did you bring the fragment with
the serial and batch numbers?

Uh, yes, I did.

So, we were hoping,
Tiffany, that you could...

Trace this
to a particular buyer.

Good guess.

You're cops.
This is evidence. Duh.

You're in luck.
This is one of

the last lots we used before
we switched to silicon cases.

Let me look up the batch.

So you started the company
on Kickstarter, huh?

No. I started it
when my German Shepard ran away.

And got hit by a car.
Did you know that over

six million dogs and cats were
killed on U.S. roads last year?

That's a fun fact.

Got a match.
Oh, good.

But I can't tell
you who it is.

Why not?

Because you don't have
a warrant.

This is private
information.

I know the legal system thinks

of animals as property,
but I don't.

Whatever dog this came out of

has the same rights
as you and me.

It didn't come out of a dog.

It came out of a person.

Your product is being used
in human trafficking.

Oh, my goodness.

This piece came
from a bulk shipment

to a company called
Vanderhusen Industries.

All I have listed for them
is a P.O. box number.

Do you still think this is
connected to your old case?

I do.

(sighs)
Last time, the girls were just

names and photos
on my computer screen.

I guess I just wanted to see...

(sighs heavily)

I don't know
what I wanted to see.

Ellie, it goes
without saying, but...

...this kind of stuff--

it affects me a lot more
since becoming a father.

I'm sure it does.

I mean, with this kind of
evil in the world...

(voice breaking):
People who will do this kind...

How am I ever supposed to let
Victoria leave the house?

Pretty sure she'll leave
the house eventually,

whether you let her or not.

(phone ringing)

Hey, Daisy. What's up?

Plenty. I called Adam.

Can you meet us back at
your diner in, say, 20 minutes?

I'll be there.
What do you got?

I don't know yet,
but I think I'm real close.

Following the money is
definitely the way to go.

Excellent. Uh, I will grab
Gibbs, and we'll see you there.

(sighing):
I gotta go, Jimmy.

Yeah. Yeah.

Bishop?

Get these bastards.

NCIS.

What's going on?

My guess is a drive-by,
or maybe a robbery.

No bag or I.D. on her.

Ellie?

Adam.

Is it her? Is that Daisy?

I knew it.

Knew what?
This.

Don't you understand?

We are probably next.

Here.

Take my report.
That's what she wanted.

I'm out. I just...

I can't, Ellie.

I'm sorry.

(sighs)

BISHOP: Sir, let me explain this
as accurately as possible.

No disrespect to my fellow
government employees,

but some people like
pushing paper.

My ex-husband Jake loves it.

The minutiae, the redundancy.

Maybe I should have paid
more attention

to our differences sooner.

The fact is,
we couldn't allow this case

to get bogged down
in Washington bureaucracy.

We needed answers fast.

TONY:
What are you guys working on?

Well, we're trying
to access the GPS trackers

that were sold
in the same batch

as the one planted
in Alessandra Ramos.

Hmm.

Once we do that, then hopefully,
we can trace their location.

Any luck finding that purchaser?
Ah.

I wouldn't exactly
call it luck.

The GPS batch
was purchased

by Vanderhusen Industries,

the first in a seemingly endless
series of dummy corporations.

So, you're, like,
dummy lucky, hmm?

In a sense. The names
were even dumber, though.

Bruce Wayne, Clark Kent,
Peter Parker.

They're using superheroes
secret identities?

Just when you thought they
couldn't be more despicable.

I got a ping!

One of the trackers?

Yeah. No.

Three trackers!
Three pings.

All pinging from
the same location.

It's a cargo terminal

at Virginia Port Authority.

They're getting ready
to ship the girls

out of the country.
I'll call Gibbs.

Send us those coordinates.
Yeah.

MAN:
Yeah.

They're done.

What? Can't hear you.
Call me back.

NCIS!

Hands in the air!

Stop.

Jane Murphy?

You're all safe now.

We're here to help.

Anything else
you can tell me?

We were blindfolded
most of the time.

Only one of them spoke
in English.

He's the one
that shot that girl.

She fought back,
and he told us

if we tried to escape,
the same would happen for us.

I thought I was never gonna see

my family again.

(voice breaking):
Jane!

Dad!

(crying):
Oh, thank God.

Oh, my baby.

Thank God you're safe.

Gibbs, we got a problem.

Abby just called
with the ballistics report.

The bullet that killed
Agent Milner came

from the same .380
that shot Alessandra Ramos.

.380?

These guys all had Glock 17s.

Where's Bishop?

Went to see Connors.

Said he was shaken up
about Agent Milner.

BISHOP:
Adam!

We caught them. It's okay.

Ellie... you scared the hell
out of me.

It's over.

It is?
Mm-hmm.

Just saved three girls

about to be shipped off
from Port Authority.

Took out two of their men.

That's great, about
the girls at least,

but it doesn't
make it over.

You gotta know this thing
runs deeper than two men.

Then help us find the others.

We can shut down
this whole operation together.

How many times do I have
to say no?

All right, you've got my report.
Everything I know is in there.

In here?

Somehow I doubt that.

I looked at your report
again, and...

the details seemed
unfamiliar somehow.

Well, it's been a few years.

New numbers,

slightly altered names
and dates.

What do you mean "altered?"

I remember
just enough about this case

to know that this isn't
your original report.

It's a smokescreen,
a wild goose chase.

Think maybe the badge and gun
have made you paranoid, Ellie.

It was you who figured out
Concubine's money trail.

How much did they offer you

to get their operation up
and running again?

(laughs quietly)

Okay, now
you're just talking crazy.

Daisy called you
and said she was getting close.

It was only a matter of time

before she found you.

So you killed her

and handed me this road map in
the completely wrong direction.

Guess I'm not so crazy.

A little too smart, maybe.

How much is NCIS paying you?

It's a .380 you're going for,
isn't it?

Look, you gotta understand...

No, she doesn't!

You sell women.

There's not much to understand.

Get up!
(Adam groaning)

I'm sure it'll be toasty warm
in prison. Let's go.

BISHOP:
Mr. President...

I said this case made me
reconsider why

I became an agent.

Well, that's not entirely true.

It made me want to work harder.

I wish I could have saved
the two women we lost.

I wish I could have stopped
Connors from the beginning.

But... all I can do now
is look forward;

forward to working with
the best team in the world,

to be the best agent I can be.

Hey.

Hey.

So, uh, Interpol went through
everything on Adam's computer.

Got all the buyers,
contacts, accomplices.

Should be able to take down
the whole trafficking ring.

Hopefully for good this time.

TONY: Here you go!

♪ Susan,
get 'em while they're hot! ♪

That's for you.
All right, now, Bob,

please wear an undershirt
when you put this on.

These are for me.

What are you doing?

Well, it's been a while

since I splurged
on an office gift, so,

I guess I just needed...
the inspiration.

Mm!

Uh, it's not that bad.

Bad? These aren't bad at all.
Look at this.

You kidding?
I love these.

This is great. Look,

I am who I am
because of what I was,

so, guess what?
I am not ashamed of this.

You know, when you act
all adult and noble,

(whispers):
nobody's feeling it.

Ugh! Bad news, guys.

Transformer iced over
and blew at my apartment.

What are we gonna do?

The last time I slept
in this big orange room,

I had psychedelic nightmares.

Stayed with me for months.

Oh, I can't go to a hotel.

All the rooms
in the city are booked.

(sleigh bells jingling on TV)

This movie's always
had pacing problems for me.

What do you mean?
It's a classic.

It's not like
he made it warmer.

(scoffs quietly)

Boss, you have a kettle?

Maybe we can make some tea
or some hot chocolate?

Mmm! I could have
some hot chocolate.

There's a surprise.

Shh!

Stop it! You're kicking me.

LINDA MASON (on TV): So, you're the big shot...
I'm not kicking you.

I'm not touching you.

LINDA (on TV):
...good enough for your place.

JIM HARDY (on TV):
Oh, that wasn't exactly hay

you were throwing, either.

JIM (in higher voice):
"I'm Linda Mason."

LINDA: All right, you're a fake,
and I'm a phony.