All language subtitles for NCIS - S02E05

Charlie Six, this is Viper One One.

Viper One One. Cleared hot.

Solid copy,
Charlie Six. Cleared hot.

Call it off! Call it off! Abort! Abort! Abort!

There's someone in the hot zone!
Do you copy? Abort! Abort!

There's someone downrange!
Stand down! Stand down!

Wow, she's pretty flexible.

Just don't let her catch you
looking at her, probie.

I think she saw me.
She gave me that look.

What look?
The look she's always giving you.

Yep. She saw you.

Hope you wore a cup.

Okay. Welcome to my version
of close-combat training.

McGee?
Yeah?

You start with Kate.

Go on.

All right, you and me in the ring today.

You sure about that?
I've been taking classes.

In what?
Boxing.

We're grappling today.

You wanna grapple?

Yeah. You have a problem with that?

No, well, it's just, you know,
I did some wrestling in high school.

Did you, now?

Come on. Why, I ought to...

Not bad, DiNozzo.

Thanks. You learn how to box
in the Marines?

No. Corps doesn't teach boxing.

That's your loss.

They teach fighting.

Your phone.

Gibbs.

Have I mentioned that I was handpicked

to protect the President
of the United States?

Five times!

Are you gonna take that abuse, McGee?

No!

That's more like it, McGee.
Why were you holding back?

Well, you're a...
I mean, I've never wrestled a...

A girl?
No.

Tony, I look like a girl to you?

All I see are two NCIS special agents.

Me, too.

Training's over.
We're heading to Quantico.

Guy tried to outrun a 500-pound bomb.

And?
He lost.

Hey, she had three older brothers
growing up.

I think there's
some unresolved issues there.

You think?

Break out the gear. I'm gonna find out
who's in charge of this circus.

You didn't have to stop like that.
I know that.

Sorry about that, probie,
but it's your fault.

My fault?
Yeah, the brakes grab.

It's your job to see the vehicle's
in perfect running condition.

You should have called.
I could have saved you guys a trip.

Why don't we start with,
"Who the hell are you?"

Gunnery Sergeant DeLuca, CID.

Is this your idea of how to run
a crime scene, Gunnery Sergeant?

Nope.

It's my idea of how to run
an accidental death investigation,

Special Agent...
Gibbs.

Well, a civilian decided to trespass
at the wrong place in the wrong time.

Marines didn't spot him
until it was too late.

What was a civilian doing down there?

My guess, he was a scavenger.

Lot of metal and scrap iron's
been dumped here over the years.

Enough to risk
blowing yourself up over it?

I didn't say he was smart, Agent Gibbs.

But, hey, you want NCIS to handle
the paperwork on this one, fine.

Get down there, secure the scene...

Just make sure your people stay inside
the marked areas cleared by EOD.

I don't need another dead civilian
on my hands.

Attractive.

I want everybody off this range
except EOD personnel.

What about Mr. Potato Head?
No.

He stays.
With luck, he'll spit on my boots.

Looking for a reason
to whack him in the head, Gibbs?

No. To shoot him.

Tony, didn't you tell me that you worked
a case on a live impact range once?

Yeah, that's right. Fort A.P. Hill. Tragic.
What happened?

EOD missed ordnance
marking a path. Boom!

Agent walking point, a probie,
of course, blew his foot off.

You're kidding, right?

Of course, I'm kidding, probie.

Do you really think
he was top of his class?

Poor McGee.
Still hasn't learned.

We're right behind you, buddy.

You're doing great.

Some of them
are buried under the ground.

Now, judging by the shrapnel pattern,

I'd say our young victim was running
when he was hit.

How can you tell, Doctor?

Oh, I've seen far too many
of these types of wounds

during my tour in Vietnam.

How about the bruising
on his wrists and face, Duck?

It's possible it was caused
by blast concussion.

We'll know more when we get him back.

This guy was no scavenger, boss.

Salvatore Ferragamo.

What?
Italian shoes.

Expensive.
The pair I got cost almost 500 bucks.

Well, not everybody shops at Wal-Mart.

I'm not saying that you shop at Wal-Mart

or even that that's a bad thing.

How's it going, Kate?
Almost finished.

We've got McGee doing measurements.

What are you doing?

Following our victim's prints.

They came from over there.

Well, how'd he get down here?

We're at least five miles
from the nearest civilian road.

Someone dropped him off.

Hey, that area hasn't been cleared yet!

Agent Gibbs!
Hey, you trying to get yourself killed?

Are you deaf or nuts?

A little of both.

You still think
that this was an accident, Gunny?

Jimmy, run this up to Abby for me.

Sure. Would it be okay if I stayed

and chatted with her
for a while, Doctor?

We're rather busy at the moment.

Okay, so you're saying
that it's not okay, then?

Sorry, sorry. It's just the accent
kind of throws me off sometimes.

He means well, but often I have
an overwhelming urge to slap him.

Is that wrong?

Do it all the time.

So I've noticed.
But only on the back of the head.

Slap to the face would be humiliating.
Back of the head's a wake-up call.

Looks like he got both.

Yeah, you were right.

His facial injuries
weren't from the bombs.

Our victim received a rather
savage beating before his death.

And our crispy critter?

He wasn't burned by today's explosions.

Tests indicate that the poor chap's
been deceased at least six months.

There are more bodies out there.

Yes, I was afraid of that.

We've stumbled into a bone yard, Duck.

Yeah.
A serial killer's dumping ground.

This is Charlie One, stand by.

Hey, Gunny!
Let me get back to you.

Yo!

Have a look.
What have we got here?

Well, that's not good.

You hear that?
Yeah, what is that?

Oh, no.

Evac! Go! Go! Go!
Come on, let's go!

Go! Come on, let's go! Go!

Well, at least I get
to give Gibbs the finger.

I hear Kate kicked your butt
this morning, McGee.

Well, you heard wrong.
It wasn't my butt.

She kicked you in the...
Yeah.

I thought I was joining a federal agency,

not reliving my junior year
in high school.

Just remember,
they torture you because they care.

So if I make them dislike me?

It'll get worse.

That's what I thought.
Hey!

I just ID'd your body. And he's cute.

He's dead.
I know.

He's also a major criminal.

What can I say?
I'm attracted to that bad-boy type.

No way!

I'm getting hacked!

A port scan?
No. No, this is major.

They've already burned through
the NCIS public firewall.

Well, isolate the node and dump them
on the other side of the router.

I'm trying. It's moving too fast.

Oh, this is not good.

They're using our connection
to the AFIS database.

Sever it.
I can't. It's a point attack.

He or she is only
going after my machine.

It's not possible.
This is DOD Level 9 encryption.

It would take months to get breached...
Hey, what is that? A video game?

No, Tony. We're getting hacked!

If they get into Abby's computer,
the entire NCIS network is next.

I can't stop him. Do something, McGee.

I've never seen code like this.

Way to go, Abby.

I didn't do anything. I thought you did.

No.

I did.

What the hell is going on here?

We were pulling a fingerprint match
from the AFIS database,

and we set off
some kind of cyber attack.

They were definitely waiting for us.
Who?

Well, I don't know, Tony.

And right now I'm afraid
to turn my machine back on.

And the speed that they were cracking
our encryption at...

I mean, there's only a few computers
in the world with that type of power.

Name them.
Well, the CERN Institute in Geneva,

IBM's research facility,
rumors of a few in China.

Oh, good. So it should be easy
to find them. Where's my match?

China! Do you want some?

Thanks.

Whoever this guy is,
he's got friends in high places, Gibbs.

Victor Gera, a.k.a. Guido Valentino.
Career criminal.

Guido Valentino?
That's the alias he used in LA.

Started running numbers
in Chicago as a kid.

Moved on to jacking cars as a teen.

Graduated to drug dealing
on the West Coast.

Six months ago he showed up in D.C.
Mafia?

With names like Vic Gera
and Guido Valentino? What else?

Probie!

In case you forget,
my name's Tony DiNozzo. Italiano.

Doesn't make me Mafia now, does it?

No, of course not. I'm sorry.
Prego.

McGee,

what's the connection between
small-time hood and super computer?

Well, I have no idea, boss.

Wrong answer.
I'll go look for the right one now.

Why would the mob, or anyone,
stash bodies

at a Marine bombing range?

Because it's the last place
you'd look for them.

Who'd be nuts enough to go down there
looking for bodies?

Besides us?

Yeah, Gibbs.

Gibbs, I picked you up a body part.

You did what?

I thought you'd be happy.
I'm on my way.

That was Gunny Sergeant DeLuca.

He's not done screwing up
my investigation.

Wow. I thought you were the only one
that could piss him off like that.

You never met his second wife.

I told you not to touch anything
without my ME being present!

I didn't really have much of a choice.
It was near an unstable javelin,

and it liked to kill me and another
Marine when it exploded. Here.

Do you have a body that goes with this?

I think it was destroyed
during the explosion.

You think?
Look, EOD kicked me off the range.

That whole entire area's been declared
off-limits till it's been cleared.

How long?

Gibbs, there's decades
of unexploded ordnance down there.

My guess, three weeks minimum.

You're welcome, Agent Gibbs.

Gunny, coming?

I set up a virtual model
emulating my system.

He comes back again,
we can dump him into it.

It won't fool him for long.

All I need is a minute
to back-trace his connection.

Okay, I'm ready.

Plug me in, McGee.

Round two.

Oh, he's still there
and coming on strong.

Initiating my back-trace, now.

Oh, this guy is good.

He's almost made it through
your little virtual world.

Yeah, but I'm better.

Oh! Got you!

Now, let's see who we're dealing with.

Oh, my God.

Gibbs is gonna kill you.
Kill me? Why?

I'm not gonna tell him.

EOD has cleared 10%
of the range so far.

In this small area,
and in a relatively short span of time,

we found three bodies.
Do the math and we could be looking

at potentially 30 or more victims
concealed down there.

Gunny, I want you to coordinate
with the provost marshal.

I want a cordon around that range
24 hours a day.

Agent Gibbs, that's a lot of manpower.
You really think...

Well, then you'd better get moving.

Right.

Is there some secret
to getting on his good side?

Oh, there's no secret.
He doesn't have one.

Excuse me, boss.
What?

We completed the back-trace
on the intruder's system.

Yeah?
Yeah, and...

Well, the thing is...

The hacker...

It's me.

Why is the NCIS interested
in Vic Gera, Gibbs?

Who said we were interested in him?

You ran his prints through AFIS.
Where did you get them?

He gave them to us.
You have him in custody?

Technically speaking.

Where'd you find him?
On a live fire range at Quantico.

He was killed in a practice bomb drop
this morning.

He Mafia?

He's an undercover FBI agent, DiNozzo.

When we saw your print search,
we were hoping Vic was alive.

I want his killer, Gibbs.

Is that an offer for a joint investigation?

I can't.

Kate, Tony, escort our guests out.

I need to talk to you alone.

Our usual conference room.

What's going on?
Fornell seems unusually upset.

For an FBI agent.

How would you feel if one of your team
was lying on the slab?

Depends on who it was.

Are you always a smart-ass?

Just to you boys
from the Hoover building.

I'm listening.

Jimmy Napalitano. Know him?

Fat, ugly Mafioso. Runs the business
in Maryland, Virginia and D.C.

Spent half my career
trying to put that bastard behind bars.

Three trials,
three times he walked on a technicality.

Tough to be sympathetic,
considering you let Ari go.

Ari's a valuable intelligence asset,
Gibbs.

Napalitano is nothing but a cheap hood.

Ari shot one of my people,
kidnapped one of my agents,

put a round through me.
I don't see the difference, Fornell.

I knew this was a waste of time.
At least we agree on something.

Anyone ever tell you
you are an insufferable bastard?

Yeah.

Damn it, Jethro.
I came here because I need your help.

I offered a joint investigation.
You turned it down.

I couldn't say anything
in front of those agents.

You don't trust them?

Napalitano's always been
a step ahead of me.

Every informant, every agent I get close
to, ends up like that kid downstairs.

No one's that lucky.
He's got a mole in the Bureau?

Or someone with access
to my operations.

Why not take it to Internal Affairs?
They can't help me.

But I can?

Realizing how sad this sounds,

you're the closest thing I have
to a friend, Gibbs.

You dying or something?

Okay, not dying. This some part
of a 12-step program?

Look, are you gonna help me or not?
Thinking about it.

It's settled then.

This isn't your style, Tobias.

I know it.

The Bureau believes that the mole
who put my man on your slab

is me.

Sorry, Tobias.

Oh, what is this, a lunch break?
Come on.

Get me some booze here.

Hey, Tiffany!
Enough with the smoking already!

Yeah, get off my back, Rickey.

I pay you to dance,
not get lung cancer.

All right, already.

I thought
Tiffany was your numero uno.

No, I dumped her.

Rickey, how do you dump something
that looks like that?

It's easy.
Badda-bing. Badda-boom. Ciao!

I gotta remember that one.

The comedian's Napalitano's son,
Little Rickey.

Who's the muscle with him?

Sal Balducci, Napalitano's enforcer.

And that's the man himself.
Jimmy Napalitano, a.k.a. Jimmy Naps.

He's politically connected and has
the finest lawyers money can buy.

He's virtually untouchable.

We got a problem.
What kind of problem, Pops?

Not here. Inside.

You got ears inside?
No.

Jimmy Naps is hi-tech.

Camera two, get me tight on the thug
by the rear entrance.

They find our bugs and wire taps
before we finish installing them.

Or your mole tips them off.

There's no mole.
Jimmy Naps set Fornell up.

They study us like we study them.

Rumor has it
they have dossiers on all of us.

They even know
we're watching them right now.

Camera one, show me Abe.

Hello, Abe.
Abe?

As in Vigoda.
It's the FBI call sign for him.

Oh, yeah.
It does sort of look like him.

"Tom, can you get me off,
for old times' sake?"

"Sorry, Sally. No can do."

You two through?

Sorry.

The point is, Agent Gibbs,
it's impossible to get near them.

Agent Gera did.

And he's dead.

Not much of a view.

Kind of reminds me of your basement.

It's not dark enough.

You see the Bureau's case against me?

You know that your people
won't share files with us.

What's this supposed to be?

Coffee.
I'll take your word for it.

They found two kilos of coke

and 50 grand in counterfeit bills
in my freezer.

I thought the coke in ice cream quarts
was a nice touch.

It was an expensive one.

Jimmy Naps is going to a lot of trouble
to frame you, Tobias.

Why now?
He knew I was vulnerable.

Vulnerable, how?

Ari.

You're laying this on me, huh?

I arranged your meeting with him,
Jethro.

He's our only agent inside Al-Qaeda.

And what did you do?

You shot him.
I could have killed him.

Putting a round in his shoulder
helped sell his cover to Al-Qaeda.

Why don't you explain that
to the director?

He didn't buy it when I did.

Okay, if you think it'll do any good.

I'm not getting out of this, am I?

You'll get out of it.

It just may not be the way you like.

Duck! What do you got for me?

I've identified our second victim

from the dental charts
supplied by the FBI.

His name's Frank Pilato.

Frankie P.

He was to testify against Napalitano
five years ago.

Disappeared walking his dog
on a Sunday afternoon.

Yeah, those Sunday afternoon strolls
can be dangerous.

Ducky, I thought you said
the test indicated he was dead

five or six months ago.
I did.

Anyone care to guess how he died?

I'm gonna go out on a limb here
and say something to do with flames.

And you'd be wrong, Tony.

No, his throat was slit.

Bled to death.

Actually, no, Kate.

Lead poisoning.

Three 9-millimeter slugs, to be exact.
Administered at close range.

He was kidnapped in '99.
Wasn't shot till a few months ago?

He was most likely executed years ago.

His body has only recently
been exposed to the elements.

Excuse me.

His blood was drained after death

and his body frozen.

Jimmy Nap's version of the ice man.

They stash the body
in a cooler somewhere

and then dump it years later
when everyone's stopped looking.

Shot, throat slit, frozen and burned?

Jimmy Naps definitely
didn't like this dude.

The Mafia does tend to have a flair
for the dramatic, Tony.

Anything on the finger parts that
Gunny DeLuca picked up on the range?

I'm good, Jethro, but not that good.
I sent them up to Abby.

Kate, Tony.
On it, boss.

Agent Charles, can you get me
the Bureau file on Fornell?

I haven't even seen it.

If I get caught,
I'm finished as a Federal Agent.

Don't get caught.

You know what I think, McGee?
What?

I think you're more interested in me
than what I'm doing.

Wait, that's not true.

Not that I'm not interested in you. I am.

But I'm more interested in the work.

Well, how could you say that?

Because what I'm looking at
through the microscope

Yeah?

Is up there on that screen.

Hey, guys!

You here for the finger or the blood?
What blood?

I found two types on Agent Gera's face.
One is his. One is not.

So if he was beaten,

you know, kind of like the way
you were yesterday, by Gibbs,

it could be the killer's.

Kate, Kate, Kate, when I let Gibbs win,
we all win.

And if I beat the crap out of him,

who do you think
he's gonna take it out on?

Oh, that's right, all of us!

So you took a dive for the team?
Of course, McGee.

It's good to know.
It sure is.

Turn around.

Waiting for you to slap
the back of my head, boss.

I'm not going to slap your head.

You're not?

What, you don't think I have
a sense of humor?

Abs, I need a DNA
on the unknown blood.

I already started it.

Okay, what about the finger?
Any idea how long it was on the range?

Well, ordinarily you can't date bone

unless it's been in the ground
long enough to soak up fluorine,

which is, like, hundreds of years.

But sometimes being in a place

where things get blown up all the time
is a good thing.

I swabbed the finger for explosives,
and I found traces of one.

Mercury fulminate,

which was completely phased out
by the military by 1986.

Well, that means the Mafia must have
been dumping bodies down there for...

At least 18 years.
Thank you, McGee.

It's a good job, Abs. McGee, find a way
to get Little Rickey's DNA.

Okay.

It's no fun if you know it's coming.

What was that for?

That's for eating my sandwich.

I know how to get Little Rickey's DNA.

You gonna sleep with him?

He was hit with two paternity suits
in the last five years.

Beat them both with the DNA test.

Nice try, probie. But those tests
are sealed court records.

Those court records are sealed,
McGee.

Hey! That's what I just said. First.

But not the records from the lab
that he used. It's downtown.

You'll never get a judge to sign off
on that warrant.

Maybe we don't need one.

That is, if you're ready
to become a father.

I think she's talking to you, probie.

We go down to the lab
and see if I'm carrying your baby.

It'll be fun.

Oh, and we can steal
Little Rickey's DNA test.

Photograph it for Abby.
I'll do it.

Why you?

You think anyone would believe
you actually slept with Kate?

Figured out how to get
Little Rickey's DNA records.

Whoa, you mean I figured out...
Hey, there is no "I" in team, McGee.

How?

Paternity clinic downtown.
Kate and I can have them in an hour.

Go get them. Attaboy...

Thank you, sir.
McGee.

Got the file on Fornell.

Good.
Not good.

Fornell knew Jimmy Naps was under
surveillance. He can explain this.

That photo came
from an anonymous source.

From the newspaper blow-up,
you can see the date.

The 17th.

Tobias had me pull surveillance
on the 17th.

Why?
Never said.

But it's the day before
Agent Gera disappeared.

He didn't hang himself. Not Fornell.

That's the coward's way out,
and Tobias was no coward.

Only one person was in this cell
with him today.

Who?
Me. To cut him down.

Doctor?
Yes?

I would like our ME, Doctor Mallard,
to receive a copy of your autopsy report.

Ducky? Of course.

You writing my name right?
What?

I just want to know if it's mine.

She kind of sleeps around a lot,
if you know what I mean.

If I did, it's 'cause
he ain't any good in bed.

At least I didn't sleep with my cousin.
You slept with my sister.

I thought it was you!
She weighs 300 pounds.

She was wearing your earrings!
That's enough!

If you two can't be civil,
I'm gonna have to ask you to leave.

Look, is there anywhere that I can wait
away from him, please? I'm begging you.

There's an empty exam room
behind you, two doors on the right.

Thank you.

I'm sorry.

She slept with my brother

and my best friend at the same time.

Okay, we got Rickey's DNA
from the clinic.

Let's see if we can match it
to our sample from the crime scene.

We're queued up. Initiating DNA match.

That's it. It's Rickey Napalitano's blood.

Thanks, Abs.

We made a good couple, Kate.
For The Jerry Springer Show.

Dig your threads.

You gotta be kidding me.

Un-freaking-believable.
He whacked himself?

Yeah, poor Fornell.
We won't see him no more, Pops.

What the...

Hey, this guy's pulling us over, boss.

If I find out we got a busted taillight
or something, Sally boy, it's your ass.

Is there a problem, Officer?

You're talking to the wrong person.

Buona sera. We've got a warrant
for your arrest, Little Dickey.

It's Rickey.
It's murder, Dickey. Come on.

Get out.
All right.

Hands on the hood, big guy.

Stand up.

Who the hell are you guys,
anyway? FBI?

NCIS.
Meat inspectors?

Shut up, Rickey, will you?
They're Navy cops.

Turn around.

Arrested by Navy cops?
Talk about embarrassing.

At least you're hot, sweetheart.

Oh, take it easy. Take it easy.

Now, that's embarrassing.

Let's go!

All right, don't worry.
Go with them, all right, Rickey?

Our lawyers will take care of this.

I don't think we've met, Agent...
Special Agent.

Gibbs.
Special Agent Gibbs.

So, who is it my son
was supposed to have whacked?

An FBI agent, Victor Gera.

I remember something about that.

Something happened on a Marine base?
What was that?

Yeah, he got killed by a bomb.

A bomb. Yeah. Yeah.
Suppose, God forbid,

that my son could be connected
to this accident,

what would you charge him with,
Special Agent Gibbs?

Manslaughter.
Manslaughter?

Manslaughter. What's the worst
you can get with that, Sally?

Four years. Does one.

Might do the kid some good.
Season him up a bit.

Jail can be a dangerous place.

So they tell me. Yeah.
You know, you remind me of somebody,

Special Agent Gibbs. Some...

Who was that guy that was always
talking trash? That Fed?

Fornell.

Oh, yeah. Fornell. That's it.
Yeah, whatever happened to him?

I think he hung himself. Real sad.

Yeah, it's terrible.
All that ambition and everything.

And he ends up doing the twist.

I get the government agent
on your payroll by sunup, dirt bag,

or Little Rickey does the twist.

Say I do this, all right? What do I get?

I deliver Little Rickey to you.

The evidence against him gets lost,
and you never see me again.

You'd do all this
just to clear Fornell's name?

He was my friend.

You can't threaten
to kill someone in custody, Gibbs.

It wasn't a threat.

You'd really do it?
Hey!

You wanna clear Tobias' name?

Hell, yes. But not by letting Little Rickey
off for Vic's murder.

He'll screw up again.

You think Jimmy Naps
is gonna make a swap

and just let you walk away?

I hope not.

Gibbs.
Rear of the club. One hour.

Lose the Feds in the building
and in the alley.

Oh, I can't do that.
I'm operating on my own hook.

Pick another place.
You want me to pick a place?

I'm trying to show you
there are no tricks here, Jimmy boy.

Coleman Park. You know it?
Yeah. Yeah, I know it.

Come alone.

I'm not that stupid.

All right, we each bring a man.
One hour.

And Gibbs, you hurt my boy,

I'll kill your brothers, your uncles,
your father,

and after their funerals, I'll kill you.

No brothers, no uncles,
my father passed years ago.

I do have three ex-wives

whose names and addresses
I will gladly fax on to you.

Boo.

He hung up.

Whoa. Where do you three
think you're going?

With you, boss.
I can bring one backup.

Well, clearly you should take me, boss.
Probie doesn't know what he's doing...

Oh, come on, Tony. Of course,
he doesn't know what he's doing...

Why should he take you?
I'm ready for this.

Are you kidding, Tony,
why should he bring you?

Kate, with all due respect,
you have no idea how to...

You're a total jackass. You can't...
Kate, oh, come on.

You can conduct yourself in the field?
Wait, I'm sorry.

No, I'm the one that came up
with the idea of finding the DNA...

Agent Charles is going.
Me?

Are you kidding, boss?
He's kidding, right?

I don't think he is, Tony.
Gibbs, you need someone...

Someone who can verify the guy

that Jimmy Naps turns over
is FBI or Justice.

Can any of you do that?
He's right.

I know the players. I go.

These bracelets are killing me.

You hear me?

Stay there, Sally. Stay. Stay.

Where's my boy? Where's Rickey?

Pops!
Hey, you okay, Son?

No! Make them take
these freaking bracelets off me!

Where's your end of the swap?

I'll leave my backup in the car.
You do the same. Sally, bring him out.

Yeah, I got him.
Come on! Let's go! Come on!

Chop-chop.

Haven't got all day.

That's Abe!

Stupido!

Pop, I had nothing to do with...
Not you, not you! This jabone.

What'd you think I was gonna do?

Let you come in my backyard
and walk away with your coglions?

You know what Primacord is, Jimmy?
Primacord?

Wow! Jeez!

That was Primacord. This is Primacord.

Oh! Oh! Pops!

And this is a dead-man switch.

Oh, Madonng.
Now, we can still deal, Jimmy.

All you have to do is give me
your mole's name.

Yeah, that's what we thought.

You dumb wop!
He never would have set it off!

The blast would kill him!

Who are you gonna believe?

He's pazzo, Pop. He'll do it. He'll do it.

In fact,
I think the blast should kill all of you.

You should have kept
your mouth shut, Napalitano.

You lied to me, Jimmy.

Oh, like you didn't expect it.
I just saved all our lives. Now what?

Ciao!

Pops.

Pops!

You go to jail.
You stay there a couple of years.

It'll do you good, Son!
Come on. Come on. Come on. Let's go.

Let's get out of here. Hey, let's go.

Get this thing off me.

Here. Do it yourself.

Boom.

What're you doing there, probie?

I'm trying to find what I missed.

How did Gibbs know
that it was Charles?

You mean, you didn't know?

He didn't know.
What, you knew?

We're seasoned investigators, McGee.

You have to start
thinking outside the box.

Expect the unexpected.

Good advice, Tony.

Agent Todd, DiNozzo, McGee.

What?