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Zahrajme sa chlapci.

Áno.

Aké to je...

Do riti!

Dobrá vec, vyhral som.

♪ NCIS 15x19 ♪ The Numerical Limit Original Air Date on April 3, 2018

== sync, corrected by elderman == @elder_man

♪ ♪

Ideš?

Záleží na.

Je tu možnosť ďalších tiel, ktoré nám môžu spadnúť na hlavu?

Nie, nič také. Dobre.

Pretože viac akcie a stresu bolo na tieto dni až až.

Dŕama? Čo sa stalo?

Ale ten hlúpy barmam u Joeva v bare

ma oslovil “pani”"

Chcem povedať, že vyzerám ako “pani”?

Hej, máš väčšie problémy ako je toto.

Abby ťa hľadá.

A myslím si, že to vie.

Vie, čo?

Kto jej odpálil majora spektrometra minulý týždeň?

Že si radšej pre tu pani neostala doma v posteli.

Bol to Jimmyho nápad, nie môj.

Áno. Ale to nie je príbeh, ktorý on hovorí.

Neexistuje žiadna možnosť, aby to vedela. Gibbs mi povedal,

že jej potvrdil, že jej major spektrometer to schytal

pri útoku. Dobre...

- Správne, Gibbs? - Nie.

Myslela som, že si povedal, ty si...

Klamať Abby?

Nie.

Ale moje “nie,” myslím “áno.”

Znie to ako by ste sa nerozumeli.

Pozrite ľudia, ak to doteraz nevysvetlila,

tak teraz bude musieť.

Možno nebudem musieť. Správne,

pretože klamať nie je jej prednosť.

Skončili ste?

Pretože máme telo.

Vlastne, máme dve telá.

Vezmie si veci.

Jesse Banks,

32 rokov, vlastní sklad.

Upratovačka ho našla dnes ráno.

A podľa občianskeho je druhou našou obeťou desiatnik

Oliver Harris.

Kde slúži?

Neviem.

Spustila som vyhľadávanie vo vojenskej databáze.

Počúval som to

stále ako dieťa. Bolo to o malom zajačíkovi,

ktorý žil v drevenom dome,

a zvykol... Vyriešiť zločiny?

Nie, nie, nie, mal-- mal kapelu

A pozri na to, mrkva bola bubeník;

uhorka bola speváčka.

A zvykli aj... Riešiť zločiny.

Áno, vyšetrovateĺom bol zajačik, šéf.

Prepáčte, že meškám. O čo som prišiel?

Len o McGee smutné detstvo.

Vyzerá to, že on nebol jediný.

Pozrite sa na zjazvenia toho chlapíka.

Niektoré z nich sú dosť staré.

Tetovanie gangu.

Gibbs máme problém.

NLAV námorné vyhľadávanie skončilo,

ale nemám nič o našom desiatníkovi Oliverovi Harrisovi.

To nie je možné. Ak nie je v databáze,

tak nie je v námorníctve.

Ako získal vojenskú hodnosť?

Urobil si ju.

A niečo mi hovorí, že urobil omnoho viac.

Šéf,

jeho karta umožňujé držiteľovi

prístup na akúkoľvek vojenskú základňu v krajine.

Na svete McGee.

Obeť, číslo jedna, už sme sa s ním stretli,

Jessono Banks.

Okrem vlastníctva obchodu,

mal ešte niečo malé

z čoho profitoval. Falšovanie,

bankové prevody,

a jeho špecialitou bolo...

falošné preukazy totožnosti.

Dobrý odhad.

Kde ako predpokladám

jeden dostala aj naša obeť číslo dva.

Máme jeho odtlačky.

Jeho skutočné meno je Daniel Lucas,

a on nikdy

nebol v námorníctve.

Ale bol členom gangu La Vida Mala.

Obchodujú s drogami,

zbrane, a najímajú si

ľudí.

Začali ako malý pouličný gang, ale vypracovali sa.

Viac ako 10,000 členov v 15 rozličných štátoch.

Áno, viem o koho ide.

Stretli sme sa.

Čo si myslíš, o čo im ide, šéf?

Myslím, že to musíme rýchlo zistiť.

Bishopová, porozprávaj sa s Abby.

Zisit, čo má.

A už sme nikdy o agentke Bishopovej nepočuli.

Čo?

Čo to má znamenať?

Som si istý, že Abby to už

ohľadom majora spektrometra vyriešila.

V poriadku, ľudia.

Koniec vtipu.

Bude mi chýbať.

Áno.

Hej, Abbs.

Čo máš?

Mám záhadu,

a tá záhada je zabalená v hádanke.

Robím posmrtnú obhliadku majora spektrometra

a nič mi nesedí.

Naozaj. Ako čo?

V správe

píšeš, že major spektrometer bol zničený

pri minulotýždňovom prepadnutí NCIS.

Áno. To sa stalo.

Ale žiadne iné poškodenie tu nie je,

takže tak prudký nárast energie musel prísť z iného miesta.

Viem.

Tiež ma to bolí.

Ale neboj sa, robím

úplnu diagnostiku, a.... zistím presne,

čo sa stalo.

Skvelé.

Poviem ti, čo je skvelé.

Dokončila som spracovanie totožnosť obrázkov

z miesta činu.

Myslím si, čo Jesse Bank pravdepodobne urobil,

tak isto ako s ďalšími 500 totožnosťami.

Je tu možnosť, že máš ich mená?

Nie. Viem, ale niečo mám.

Sústreď svoju

pozornsoť sem, prosím?

Je to farebná stuha.

To je to, čo sa používa na prenesenie

fotky na samotný skutočný preukaz totožnosti.

Takže si bola schopná zoskenovať

a vytiahnúť posledný výtlačok.

Poznáš ma tak dobre.

Máš meno?

Mariňák seržant...

...Rico Ruiz.

Vieme nejako zistiť, či už svoje nové ja použil niekde?

Áno, ministertvo ma ľudí, ktorí sa zameriavajú presne na to

a skenujú totožnosti na základni.

V tomto príapde...

Bolo to pred piatimi minútami základňa Hanover.

Vďaka.

Žiadne známky o Ruizovi, ale poobzerajte sa okolo seba.

Rozumiem.

Pôjdeme za vedením.

Dobre.

Prepáčte mi.

NCIS.

Blahoželáme.

Hľadáme toho muža. Videli ste ho?

Nie.

Pípol sa na vašom termináli pred 45 minútami.

Ospravedlňujem sa, v skutočnosti som nebol veľmi sústredený.

Hej!

To je pohár na vodu, deti.

To jepohár na vodu.

Agua.

Žiadna sóda.

Každý jeden deň.

Ako by to bola večnosť.

Môžete sa znova pozrieť?

Áno.

Pri druhom pohľade, ten strih

to oblečenie.

Myslím, že som ho tu videl,

1500 krát denne? Hej!

Slamky vráťte späť.

Tomás!

Sadni si.

Je nám to ľúto.

Ak hľadáte toho chlapa, porozprávajte sa s ňou.

Je tu viac ako hodinu,

nie je tu s deťmi.

Dobre, vďaka.

Prepáčte, madam?

Prepáčte, slečna.

Videli ste toho muža?

Neviem s určitosťou povedať.

Desať detí, a len dve oči.

Môžeme sa opýtať detí,

alebo potrebuje povolenie od rodičov?

Tu nie sú žiadní rodičia.

Videl niekto tohto muža?

Nie.

Sú to siroty alebo...?

Maloletí bez rodičov.

Najmenej, čo pre ne môžeme urobiť.

Utečenci.

Áno. Utiekli z krajín ohromených

násilím gangu.

Väčšinou Stredná Amerika.

Niektorí prišli sami, niektorí prišli s rodičmi, ale...

Niektorí z rodičov to nezvládli.

Nie je to jednoduché.

Poďme, povedzte si to narovinu.

A s toľkými sirotami, deťmi,

Health a Human má obmedzené kapacity.

Takže, používate armádne priestory.

Áno. Najmenej v ich prípadoch

pracujeme cez súdy, áno.

Máte šťastie.

Videla ho.

Povedal, že si spraví pár fotiek.

Fotiek čoho?

To deti nevedeli.

A Ruiza sme nikde nenašli.

Ale zazreli sme ho na niektorých bezpečnostných kamerách na základni.

Ruiz fotografoval

viac ako hodinu predtým ako sa dostal ku intendantovi.

Vyzerá to, že robil prieskum.

Prieskum čoho?

Ak je La Vida Mala, pravdepodobne určite nešlo

o kancelársku párty.

Mohlo by ísť o útok.

Musíte nájsť tohto chlapa.

Mohol som vytiahnúť číslo medzinárodného identifikátora mobilných opráv.

Je registrovaný na nášho chlapa v pitevni.

Môžeš ho použiť na vyhľadanie nášho živého?

Ruiz vypol lokalizačné služby,

ale bol som schopný sa dostať k zálohovaniu.

Čo to znamená?

Máme jeho fotky.

Takže, čo je cieľ, Gibbs?

Vyzerá to ako veľa náhodných fotografií.

Nie, to nie sú náhodné.

Pokračuj.

Priamo tam.

Ide po deťoch?

Nie. Len po jednom.

To dievča...

...je cieľ La Vida Mala.

Deti by mali byť čoskoro späť. Môžete tu počkať.

To je miesto, kde žijú?

Viem. Ale verte tomu alebo nie,

je to oveľa lepšie ako tam, kde boli predtým.

Škola skončila.

Škola? Samozrejme.

- Čo si myslíte, že s nimi robíme? - Hádam, ja...

Naozaj som na to nepomyslela.

Takže ste chceli hovoriť s každým dieťaťom alebo len...

Len s ňou.

Samozrejme. To je Elena.

Ahoj.

Tak za prvé.

Elena nie je veľký fanúšik cudzincov.

Moja mama.

Elena vyrastala v slamoch v San Salvador.

Keď sa násilie v gangu stupňovalo,

ona a jej matka boli nútení, aby utiekli zo svojho života.

Len Elena prežila cestu.

Keď orgány našli ich loď,

držala sa tela svojej matky.

A čo jej otec?

Mŕtvy. Už dávno.

Mala ťažký život.

A je to tak škoda. Je to veľmi špeciálne dieťa.

Má veľké srdce a je šikovná.

Čo sa s ňou stane?

To iste, čo s väčšinou.

Budú deportovaní. Poslaní späť.

Nie?

To je všetko?

Áno, zatiaľ.

Medzitým tu pred dvere

dáme stráž.

Na určitý čas.

Je naplánované, aby zajtra odišla.

Čo? Kde?

Na dočastné ubytovanie, bližšie k súdom,

ktorý sab ude zaoberať jej prípadom v Severnej Dakote, myslím.

Áno, ale o nebude fungovať.

Dobre, takže Ruiz na základni bol fotografovať,

ale čo robil ten chlap tam?

We have to search his home.

We need to find his home. DMV address is fake.

He must live somewhere.

And they're back, and with company.

Protective custody.

Until we find out why La Vida Mala was following her.

Hi, sweetheart.

What's your name?

She doesn't speak English.

Oh, well, then that would be a job for me.

Mis amigos.

If anyone is gonna translate,

it should be someone who speaks her native language.

Hola. Me llamo Nicholas.

(speaking Spanish)

¿Por qué tu camisa es tan apretada?

(chuckles)

What'd she say?

She wants to know why his shirt's so tight.

Don't we all. All right, Bishop.

You know, maybe she meant “tight,” like...

like one of those comic book heroes, like... (grunts)

You know?

We got any leads on our fake sergeant?

I checked with Metro's Gang Division.

They have definitely seen him before.

- Who's he with? - Javier Martinez.

He's the leader of the La Vida Mala on the East Coast.

He's also suspected of over 20 murders.

What's he doing walking around?

No one's willing to testify against him.

But he definitely knows how to find our guy.

Then we need to find him. I just spoke to

the commandant at Hanover. We got a problem.

Same day Ruiz was on base,

three crates of rocket-propelled grenade launchers went missing.

Yeah, that's a problem.

La Vida Mala is arming themselves.

For what?

And it wasn't until 1921

that the United States put a restriction

on the amount of immigrants that were allowed to...

well, immigrate, I guess. Or is it emigrate?

DUCKY: Immigrate.

(whispers): Please tell me you heard that.

He's dead, Dr. Palmer.

(chuckles) Yeah, I noticed when I removed his spleen

and he didn't complain.

(chuckles)

How long have you been watching?

Long enough to hear your story about the Irish Potato Famine.

How-how does this, uh, work, Dr. Mallard?

Where have you gone?

You can just buzz into Autopsy whenever you like?

Oh, Kasie set it up for me when she and I were there.

In case I...

Well, let's just say, there's no place like home.

Well,

I could actually use a consult on the current case.

Fire away.

Well, we have two victims,

both with multiple blunt force traumas, each with abrasions

that perfectly match the other's metacarpophalangeal joints.

In other words, they beat the crap out of each other.

Um, yeah, you could say that.

Yeah, so what's the problem?

Well, take a look at this.

His gums have nearly receded into oblivion.

And his teeth are transparent.

Not to mention, they don't seem

particularly connected to his mouth anymore.

Well, that is interesting.

You ever seen anything like this before?

Translucent teeth? No.

I may have to clear my schedule for today.

Uh, we're almost settled here.

I have never seen a little girl eat quite so many burgers.

Oh, and I just watched Gibbs make a bed.

Yeah, that was weird.

Uh, shoot. I got to go. Hey. (chuckles)

Careful with that. Cuidado. GIBBS: No, she's good.

She looks like she knows how to handle herself.

Está bien.

What about McGee?

Uh...

He said Hanover called.

Um, they discovered a lot more missing weapons

than just those RPGs.

So what about Elena?

You want me to take the first shift?

No, I got it.

Okay.

Let me do that.

You're not strong enough. Yes, I am.

(Gibbs chuckles)

You, uh, speak English pretty good.

How did you know?

The way your eyes popped out of your head

when Bishop said she was gonna go out and get cheeseburgers.

Where'd you learn how to use a chisel?

Mi papá.

He was a carpenter.

Mamá told me he made this for me when I was little.

It broke.

It doesn't play music anymore.

How long am I going to stay here?

Why? Someplace else you got to be?

School.

You like school?

I have never been.

Well, somebody did a good job teaching you English.

Mi mamá.

(phone rings)

Hey, McGee, what do you got?

We got a lead on one of the victims.

He was a bleachorexic. Jimmy, hang on.

That's why his teeth kept falling out, overbleached 'em.

And I care about this why?

Well, it's something we should all be aware of, Gibbs.

I mean, overbleaching can cause...

Is this going someplace, Palmer?

Abby traced the type of bleach

Lucas used to a home bleaching kit

that's available only by mail.

JIMMY: We contacted the company.

They were able to look up Lucas's order.

You got an address.

If I was a gangbanger looking to store a bunch of stolen weapons,

this would be the spot.

REEVES: Tire tracks. Fresh.

We just missed somebody.

(music playing loudly) Maybe not.

(Spanish music blaring)

You cool, bro?

Yeah, I'm right as rain, bro!

On second thought, shoot him!

Shoot him!

(chuckles)

Right as rain?

Yeah, had him right where I wanted him.

Is that before or after your head went through the...

REEVES: Is that a body?

That's three.

- Hey. - Hey.

You know where I can score some crime scene photos?

I heard you hit the mother lode.

Yes.

Wow. These are fantastic.

Do we have a motive?

Well, the guy that Torres knocked out isn't talking,

but his cell phone is.

And guess who his favorite texting buddy is.

- Who?

Javier Martinez.

The leader of La Vida Mala?

Yep.

He looks more like my mattress salesman than a gang leader.

You have your own mattress salesman?

Yep.

JAVIER: Before we begin, I just want to let you know

that I am a big fan of law enforcement.

Mm-hmm. (chuckles)

So how may I help you?

Well, Javi,

where do you want to start?

How 'bout we start with the bodies

we found in your stash house.

Stash house?

Or, if you wanted to,

we could start with the bodies we found at the record store.

Records? Who buys records these days?

Or we could start with the high-powered weapons

your crew stole from one of our military bases.

I haven't the foggiest idea what you're talking about.

What was one of your goons doing

taking pictures of that kid?

What?

You recruiting ten-year-olds now?

A-Agent Gibbs, I'm a simple man

that lives a simple life.

I don't know anything about any dead bodies.

I mean, God rest their souls.

I-I don't know anything about any stolen weapons.

And I certainly don't know anything

about any ten-year-old girl.

Boom. Aha.

I never said it was a girl.

You think you know me, huh?

Mm-hmm.

You don't. None of you do.

Living in your ivory towers

with your two parents,

your two cars, food on the table.

Wake up, man.

The rest of us are either eating or are getting eaten.

You see, I have

spent my entire life

around men like you, judging me.

You got something on me?

Then arrest me.

Yeah, that's right.

You got nothing and you never will.

You're dancing with the devil, my friend.

You have no idea what we're capable of.

And anyone that gets in our way,

even a little girl...

is gonna pay.

What they're capable of?

What are they planning?

And how is Elena gonna get in the way?

Maybe she knows something.

Well, wouldn't she have told us?

Maybe she doesn't even know what she knows.

SLOANE: Okay, turn your whole body into it.

(grunts)

Oh, man! Yes!

Great shot.

Don't forget to follow through.

But I got you here.

(gasps) Come on! Yes!

(laughs) Again.

Are you sure you haven't played this before?

Don't answer that.

I don't want to know.

You want to know something.

That's why I'm here, no?

You are a very smart little girl, aren't you?

Ah, ah. Only one per win, remember?

But I already told Agent Gibbs all that I know.

So you never heard anyone from La Vida Mala

talking about any attacks?

But you do know them?

Everyone does where I come from.

That's why your mama tried to get you out of the country, huh?

She said they brought the guns

and the guns brought the death.

And the cavidades.

Ca... cavities?

Like... (grunts)

Cavidades.

- Hey. -Hey.

Where's Elena?

With Vance. Everybody...

I think I know

what La Vida Mala is doing

with the stolen weapons.

Selling them.

To who? Not who.

Where.

Elena told me that once a month,

a “big truck” would come

into her village filled with ice cream

and La Vida Mala would give it all away to the kids.

Okay, that still doesn't make any connections for me.

BISHOP: Yeah, I don't think she's done yet.

SLOANE: Well, after the truck would come,

Elena said

the violence would follow. She and her friends

were too young to make the connection,

but I think...

La Vida Mala was using the ice cream company

to smuggle in weapons.

- Exactly. - She remembered the name?

What kid would forget free ice cream?

Moochie's Creamery.

McGEE: All right. Here it is.

Moochie's Creamery.

Based in Delaware

and they ship internationally.

And they have a warehouse not far

from where the weapons were stolen.

Got it.

Rule Number 39: no coincidences.

Wait. You know the rules?

Uh, figured it was mandatory?

Come on, let's move. (phone chimes)

Oh, uh, boss, we may have a problem.

The motion sensor I installed on your front door

just went off. Somebody could be trying to break in.

My what on my what?

Well, the... I-I...

put the...

your... the...

I thought it'd be a good idea

with Elena in custody and everything, to put a...

Okay, in hindsight, I probably should've asked

about it first.

Bishop.

Ice cream company. Take Reeves.

Torres.

Peeping Tim.

On my six.

We'll talk in the car.

Hey, for the record...

...you are smarter than that.

♪ ♪

- Clear. - Clear.

Bag this.

Whoever was here already left.

Not whoever. It was Ruiz.

Your neighbor identified him.

Which neighbor?

The one you like.

What the hell was Ruiz doing in your house?

They were after the girl.

He's been watching us. (phone rings)

BISHOP: We got the weapons.

It's Bishop. She found the weapons.

Oh, that's great.

When did you realize he had something?

The manager at the ice cream company

started acting squirrelly the moment we pulled our badges.

We asked to see what was inside the truck

and he said it was empty,

but I could smell the rocky road.

Uh, I did more than smell.

I need an intervention.

Stop me.

Wait, so the weapons were hidden inside the rocky road?

Well, no, that would be really messy.

You would be a terrible smuggler.

You have to think outside the box.

Or in this case, inside the box.

And... just add water.

Huh.

Your gun smugglers disassembled the stolen weapons

and then hid them inside these pallets of dry ice.

So, all they had to do when they reached their destination

was turn off the AC.

And...

voilà.

Hey, is this some kind of detonator?

ABBY: No.

That is my la-door keypad.

I-I found the source of the power surge

that killed Major Mass Spec.

Traced it back to that pad.

So it's only a matter of time

before I figure out who the murderer is.

Awesome.

So, how many RPGs did you find?

There's about 20 more in those containers.

Oh, that's a lot of firepower.

Well, yeah, if they actually fired.

Every single one of these

has had their spring coil snipped.

They're disabled, permanently.

By who?

Well, that's the best part.

I was able to pull fingerprints

off the inside of the launch tubes.

Our RPG snipper is none other than...

Him again.

Why go to the trouble to steal the weapons

just to disable them?

Well, Abby confirmed it.

Every single weapon's been disabled.

She sure Ruiz did it?

She said she would bet her dog collar on it.

It doesn't make any sense. What would La Vida Mala

want with weapons that don't fire?

You asking me?

Go find the guy who did it.

Still nothing on the BOLO.

Well, ATF has the ice cream company on lockdown,

said nobody's talking.

They're all scared of Javier.

Well, we could give it a try.

Yeah, yeah, do it and then check in with Palmer.

Oh, I hope you guys are going out for burgers.

It's way past dinnertime... (yawns)

...and I have one hungry little girl here.

And a sleepy one.

We doing burgers again?

I like burgers.

(laughing): Really?

I had not noticed.

Elena?

I think... I think he was there.

Uh, where, Elena?

Back home.

He is the ice cream man.

Shipping company. Check and see if Ruiz

was ever a driver.

Hey, honey.

What do you remember?

Something bad.

Take your time.

He had long hair.

He scared me.

I was crying.

And then I ran away and hid.

That is all I remember.

SLOANE: It's okay.

It's okay, honey.

SLOANE: Hiya. We got the ice cream company

shipping records.

And I stopped to get some burgers

just in case you guys haven't eaten,

which it looks like you have.

This is my second.

And Elena?

Oh, man.

She absolutely crushed four.

I mean, that girl could eat.

Burger coma.

I'm sure it must be hard having another little girl

back in here, huh?

You must have some good memories, though, Gibbs.

Anyway...

Bishop and I went through

Moochie's Creamery's employee files.

There's no record

of a Rico Ruiz ever driving for them.

Who knows if that's even his real name.

And they didn't recognize his picture.

So we got nothing.

And no leads.

He could be halfway across the world by now.

He's not.

How can you be so sure?

ELENA: Because of me.

Huh?

He is after me, yes?

Um...

What makes you say that?

Isn't that why I'm here?

Because he wants to hurt me.

We don't know what he wants.

I do.

I think he wants to punish me for what I did.

What are you talking about, sweetheart?

When our boat sunk,

Mamá gave me her lifejacket.

We only had one.

I told her to keep it.

She could just hold me.

But she wouldn't listen.

It's my fault she's dead.

No.

Not your fault.

None of this is your fault.

No, it sure isn't.

Your mama did what mamas do.

She protected you.

Okay?

We're gonna protect you, too.

No one's gonna hurt you.

We won't let anyone hurt you.

(quietly): That's right.

Can we have hamburgers for breakfast?

Uh... Yes.

Uh-huh. Works for me.

GIBBS: Hey.

That you?

Nope.

DUCKY: Well, hiding bodies

in the structural cavities of buildings

has a long and storied history.

In fact, Agent McGee... What's going on?

I consulted briefly with Dr. Mallard yesterday

on the case, and since then, he's...

let's just say he has immersed himself in things.

Oh.

Like a houseguest that won't leave.

Yeah.

Or a fungus that, uh...

Yeah, I got it. Yeah, you got it.

I got it.

Ah, Timothy. (chuckles)

We were just talking about you.

What brings you to Autopsy at this late hour?

Well, uh, Gibbs wants an update.

Ah. Dr. Palmer, it's your autopsy.

Oh. Uh, y-yes.

Okay. Thank you, Doctor. Um...

Well, all three victims appear to have been killed recently.

I'd say in the last two days...

Give or take.

No, I'm gonna stick with two days.

Uh, death was from hypovolemic shock...

Yeah. They bled to death.

...as the result of shrapnel wounds

consistent with an RPG that...

Exploded in their hands.

Doctor, maybe it's time

that we establish some ground rules...

for how... Wait, Jimmy,

did you say “RPG”?

Well, Abby believes it was stolen.

(clears throat) I mean, she said

those weapons were disabled.

Yes, but she suspects that these men were attempting

to re-enable them.

U-Um, Dr. Palmer,

if you...

Call him back later.

We found this embedded in one of the victims.

It must have flown off the weapon when it exploded.

What is it?

It appears to be an attempt

to replace that missing spring coil.

Wait, so the bad guys steal the weapons, break the weapons

and then, fix the weapons?

Maybe some very indecisive bad guys?

Or we're missing something. (phone rings)

Boss, hey.

I just talked to... GIBBS: Stop.

Get over here. Right now?

Yeah. Okay, you got it.

Be right there.

What's going on?

All hands on deck.

All right.

Go get those indecisive bad guys.

(dogs barking in distance)

NCIS.

Don't move.

Boo.

Hot tip: next time you decide to break into a house

and crack open a window,

make sure the owner likes fresh air.

(handcuffs tighten) I haven't opened that puppy since '04.

Where's Elena?

Safe.

She's at a place where you can't hurt her.

Why on earth would I hurt my own daughter?

Your daughter?

RUIZ: I'm not a terrorist.

I'm certainly not a member of any gang.

I'm a carpenter.

Me, too.

Six years ago, my wife left me.

It's the the last time I saw my daughter.

What were you doing on that base?

What I had to.

I originally came to send money back to Elena.

If I couldn't see her, at least I could

help get her out of the slum, you know, someplace safe.

Then, every place became unsafe.

La Vida Mala.

I heard Elena's mom tried to get her out, but, um...

I was on that base to get my daughter, Agent Gibbs.

Before they sent her back.

There are forms you could've filled out.

Not for me.

I set one foot in that immigration office,

I get arrested, and they deport us both back to El Salvador.

Back to La Vida Mala.

It's a death sentence.

Yeah, but you were working with them.

Like I said, I did what I had to do.

They're the ones who helped me get on the base.

What did you do for them?

I drove a truck.

I picked it up in an alley in D.C.,

drove it to another alley in Virginia.

A truck full of stolen weapons.

Yes.

Weapons I made sure would never hurt anybody.

But Javier found out

I messed with his toys.

He killed the men who vouched for me,

and he put a hit on me and my daughter.

Javier...

...Martinez?

(organ music playing)

(speaks Spanish) Gracias.

There he is.

Just a simple man,

living a simple life.

Do you mind?

I'm trying to pay my last respects.

To the man you killed?

Wow, that's edgy.

So you boys are here to harass me, huh?

(chuckles)

Well, get in line.

It's like a bunch of hungry pigs

at a trough.

Trying to get a bite.

But you're all gonna go home hungry, huh?

(laughs)

Excuse me.

Not this time.

McGEE: Oh, look at that.

Someone who's willing to testify against you.

I guess it's time for us pigs to eat.

(handcuffs tighten)

McGEE: Well, between two counts of murder

and conspiracy to commit, I'd say

we've seen the last of this guy.

What about Rico?

Well, that's more complicated.

He has no legal status,

but he is a witness in a murder trial.

He's also a hero.

Who falsified government documents.

He risked his life to disable those weapons.

Like I said,

it's complicated.

It just needed a little oil.

(lullaby music playing)

Look at her.

♪ ♪

Agent Gibbs said she thought I was dead.

She knows the truth now.

Well, I, for one, am gonna miss the hamburgers.

(both laugh softly)

Okay.

Hello, Elena.

(sniffles)

I got this when you were born.

That's you,

that's me and that's Mamá.

The trinity.

Do you remember this day?

It's the last time we saw each other.

It's the same day I gave you that.

(speaks Spanish)

(lullaby music playing)

♪ Arrorró mi niño ♪

♪ Arrorró mi sol ♪

♪ Arrorró pedazo ♪

♪ De mi corazón. ♪

We had mint chip.

Yes.

And you told me you had to go away.

Yes.

I ran, and I hid.

Yes. A-And I searched for you for two hours.

Papá.

(crying)

My baby.

Well, that is one hell of a happy ending.

McGEE: Well, some days,

I really like my job.

I hear that.

Everything okay, boss?

No.

What happens now?

ELENA (crying): Papá.

== sync, corrected by elderman == @elder_man