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Bring in the helo now.

_

(shouting)

(helicopter blades whirring)

Go! I got this!

Get the kids
to the chopper!

RICARDO: Enrique!
Papa!

All right, come on.
Come on! (shouting in Spanish)

Come on, kid...

(shouting in Spanish)

Get out of here!

All right, take off.

Nick, you got 'em.

Tim, what are you doing?

Tim!

(gunfire continuing)

Turn around!

That's a negative.

We left men on the ground!

Copy that,
but we don't have the fuel.

I'm giving you an order.
We're going back!

I don't take orders
from you, sir.

I'm not gonna tell you again.

Turn this damn bird around.

♪ NCIS 15x01 ♪
House Divided
Original Air Date on September 26, 2017

== sync, corrected by elderman ==
@elder_man

♪
♪

I'd love to take you
for lunch, sweets,

although I've got
to check with the boss first.

I wouldn't hold my breath.

I've worked with lion trainers
that didn't

crack the whip
as much as this one.

Oh, wish me luck.

Here she comes.

Okay, that's it,
I am done

signing things
for the day.

Is this bad timing?

(sighs) You know,
I don't remember

Gibbs having to deal with

quite this much paperwork.

That's because
he used it for kindling.

- Ha.
- No, really.

The first steak
he ever grilled for me

was roasted over
our fitness evals.

- Okay, now I am...
- Thanks.

Signing off
on my expense report?

(sighs)
And how do you feel

about me having an early lunch?

Well depends
on whether you finished

checking with
that source in Paraguay.

I was up all night
working on it.

Please tell me
you got something.

No. Unfortunately.

No new chatter
on Gibbs or McGee.

What? There's new chatter
on Gibbs and McGee?

Did I say “chatter”?

Yeah, there's no chatter.

And we're not looking.

Everybody knows the DoD

has forbidden anybody from NCIS

getting involved in the
search for Gibbs or McGee.

So, what's up?

Who let you out of dispatch?

Me. I just got
the strangest call.

Figured you should
hear for yourself.

NCIS.
How may I direct your call?

MAN: I need to talk
to an agent... (grunts)

(gunshots, glass shattering)

I've got an address.
It's a pay phone

on Hamilton.
What do you think?

I think I won't be having
an early lunch.

Grab your gear.

TORRES:
The pilot and I

discussed turning back
for Agents Gibbs and McGee.

But, um...

well... we decided against it.

As soon as we landed
on the LPD,

Agent Taggart, in Paraguay,
asked the local police

to send a team
to search for our men.

But they didn't find anything.

- No.
- And that's because

the Revolutionary Armed

Council rebels
you antagonized...

That's one way to put it.

...disappeared into the wind
after your attack.

You're aware the R.A.C.

was trafficking
black market uranium.

And you set a CIA Intel
gathering operation

back months.

Oh, and we also saved
the lives of three children.

Violating seven DoD rules
of conduct.

With all due respect,

your rules of conduct suck.

CONGRESSMAN: This committee
will not tolerate a rogue agency

conducting rogue operations
in a foreign country.

Well, if you want to get judgy.

What I want

is accountability.

And a respect for
the rule of law.

Maybe we should spend
a little more time

talking about
my missing friends.

CONGRESSWOMAN:
We do sympathize, Agent Torres.

And the Paraguayan government
has vowed to do all they can

to find our agents.

And they're taking
their sweet time.

Time we don't have.

CONGRESSWOMAN: Sadly, there
might not be anything to find.

And at some
point we need

to ask ourselves
if Agent Gibbs and McGee

are still alive.

(guard speaking Spanish)

Cena.

(water dripping)

Boss.

(siren wailing,
helicopter blades whirring)

So, what's this thing again?

I don't know.

But it does look
vaguely familiar.

It's called
a phone booth.

And they were everywhere,

before cell phones

became ubiquitous.

People used them
any time

they were away from
home to make calls.

Like animals.

WITNESS:
Suddenly this car

comes flying out of nowhere,
and then bam, bam, bam!

Glass shatters,
people are screaming.

It was awesome.
I'll bet.

Shame more people
weren't killed.

So, uh, what happens next?

Hair fibers, fingerprints,
trace the call?

No need to.

He called us.

About what?

That's what we're here
to find out, mate.

What'd I miss?
JIMMY: Hey!

Nice suit.

I didn't think
you even owned a tie.

He doesn't.

Mustard? Really?

This is silk.

Sorry, man,
I had a hot dog on the Hill.

Who's this guy?

Well, no ID yet.

How'd the hearing go?
A lot of talking.

They want to talk to Quinn;
I told them she was on leave

and she was taking care
of her mom,

but they didn't care.

Anything from our contact
in Paraguay?

JIMMY:
No, but I did speak to Delilah

this morning, and, well, uh...

she's not doing well.

Pregnancy is supposed to be
a joyous time.

I cannot imagine
what she must be going through.

All right, well,
we will find them.

We will.

But right now,
we've got a job to do, so...

I've got a partial plate
from a witness.

DUCKY:
Cursory examination

suggests that this
man was killed by

multiple...

Duck?

Look.

JIMMY:
Huh.

It's just falling out.

I've seen a lot of drive-bys
in my time,

but I've never seen a shooter
shoot the hair off of somebody.

Yeah, neither have I.

McGEE:
Right, that's 31 for you,

31 for me,

and there's
one left over.

You want to split it in half?

It's a bean.

Cheers.

Oh, what I wouldn't give
for a real meal right now.

(chuckles)
Nice shower.

Oh.

And a smartphone.

Just for five minutes,
a smartphone would be nice.

Check the weather,

take a few selfies.

(Gibbs grunts, can clatters)

Oh, that's never gonna work.

(sighs)
We need a knife. Oh.

That's on the list

of what I've recently renamed

“The World's Slowest Moving
Escape Plan.”

(man speaks Spanish)

(man whistles)
GIBBS: It just got harder.

Lots of new faces.

There's something going on...
(loud bang on door)

Feliz Navidad.

Good news.

Christmas has come early
for you two.

Time to meet Santa.

McGEE: Santa gonna let us
sit on his lap?

GUARD:
Not Santa. Jefe, the boss.

He's been laying low
since your attack.

Now he's back.

He wants to have a little chat.

You killed a
lot of people

when you attacked
our training compound.

Cost him a lot of money.

Now it's time
to pay the piper.

I can't wait to watch.

Maybe he wants to
keep you in there, huh?

Vamos.

Andale.

REEVES: Our victim
has been identified

as Zachary Brooks,
35 years old

with a history of drug muling.

(clears throat)
Sorry.

(clears throat)

Brooks has had
several convictions

over the last decade,

specializing
in overseas transports.

And not in the Navy.

Victim did call us.

Cause of death?
Ducky confirms

it was the three bullet holes.
He also figured out

why his hair was falling out.

Bloke had radiation poisoning.

From what?

Um, radiation?

Abby is identifying
the source as we speak.

(sighs)

That's all you got?

Floor time.

- No. Please.
- Oh.

That is an order.

(sighs)

(groans)
Okay.

Why no arrests in
the past year? Go.

I don't know,
maybe the guy went clean.

Got better
at covering his tracks.

Motive for his murder?

I mean, timing is suspicious.

Just as he was calling NCIS.

Maybe someone was trying
to shut him up.

You know, we should be hitting
this floor more often.

ABBY:
Well,

don't get up now because

you're gonna want to sit down
when you hear this.

Um, I was able
to find the source

of your victim's
radiation poisoning.

It's uranium.

And it's not just
any uranium.

When you analyze
the ratio between

U-235

and U-238...

It's the same ratio

as the sample we have
from the R.A.C.

Brooks wasn't smuggling drugs,

he was smuggling their uranium.

Which means he had contact
with them.

Maybe that's why
Brooks was calling us.

He has info on Gibbs and McGee.

Where is Director Vance?

At the hearing.

Well, we need to get
in touch with him now.

(guard speaking Spanish)

(Spanish music playing)

(music turns off)

What happened
with their clothing?

And his face?

We had a little fun with them

while you were away.

Ah, gentlemen, please,

accept my humble apologies
for your mistreatment.

I absolutely did
not authorize it.

I can see why you
chose this weapon.

Nice balance to it.

We friends now?

Well...

clearly my men are still upset.

You killed so many
of their comrades.

But yes.

Let's be friends.

I'm willing to let
bygones be bygones

for a price.

Oh, my God.

(laughs)
Where is my manners?

You must be starving, huh?

No, not hungry.

(chuckles lightly)

What's the price?

Well...

you cost me a lot of money.

Lucky for you,
I imagine you know

a lot of things...

Agent Gibbs.

So, I propose to
recoup my loss

by selling those things.

You can help me willingly
or I will just

have to, uh...

shall we say, uh, persuade you.

Well, persuasion it is, then.

I think you owe
this committee an answer,

Director Vance.
I think I'm answering...

All due respect to my colleague
across the aisle...

I'm more than happy to...
...I will not allow you

to turn this into
a witch hunt.

I'm simply asking

on what rule of engagement

the director authorized

this mission to Paraguay
when he...

Mission was humanitarian.

Proceed.

Children were in danger.

Agents Gibbs and McGee
saved them.

And might I remind
this committee

that they are now the ones
who need to be saved.

The State Department
is doing all it can...

The State Department?

Two of my men are missing.

Agent McGee is
about to become a father.

We need all hands on deck,
and yet you've tied mine.

CONGRESSWOMAN:
And as you know, your agency

is recused from anything
Paraguay-related

due to your feckless disregard
for diplomatic protocol.

But that's not enough...
And if you happen upon

any leads concerning
that rebel group,

you are to turn
it over to DoD.

Is that clear?

Crystal.

Is that something
you'd like to share

with the committee,
Director?

No, it's a personal matter.

Sitrep.

Is the hearing over already?

No, I told them I had to take
a recess for a personal matter.

Aka he lied under oath.

No, I didn't.
It is personal.

This is the first lead
we've had on the R.A.C.

since Gibbs and McGee
went missing.

I have no intention
of letting it go.

You're assuming
they're still alive?

They are alive.

Have you IDed
the shooter yet?

Well, the plate number we got

from the eyewitness
is a dead end,

but we were able to
make some progress

on the victim.

Uh, DHS said he's made several
recent trips to Paraguay.

Where he used his drug courier
skills to smuggle uranium

the old-fashioned way.

Intestinal trauma
suggests he repeatedly

hid foreign objects
in his rectal cavity.

Aah, that's got to hurt.

In many ways.

Continual exposure

caused the radiation poisoning.

This guy's just
the courier.

We need to find his boss.

He knows how to
contact the R.A.C.

We're retracing Brooks's steps
the night before the murder.

Torres is running down
the cell records.

Reeves has credit cards.

And then there's this.

BISHOP: So, we think it's
for some kind of nightclub,

but we haven't been
able to ID it yet.

JIMMY:
Oh, that's easy.

That's Club Mouth on
Dickens. (chuckles)

What?

You guys, I have a life.

TORRES:
Is this Palmer's lead?

Yeah, he knew
the handstamp by sight.

(phone ringing)

Oh, it's Delilah.

- You gonna answer it?
- And say what?

That we have a lead
on her husband.

Ugh, and admit ignoring orders

from federal oversight committee

on an unsecured line? No.

Uh... (groans)

Hey, Delilah.

Time for my quad-daily check-in.

Any updates for me?

Um... uh, about what?

About my missing husband?

Uh, y-you know,

we haven't heard anything
from State

because, as you know,
NCIS has been told to stand down

from-from our investigation,

so we wouldn't have
any leads ourselves.

I see.

Real smooth.

Uh, but if I do
hear something...

Oh, I'll be the first to know.

As always.

Anyways, uh, I got to go.

Day job. Bye.

I'm glad you're
a good guy.

You would make a
terrible bad one.

You would know.

Speaking of bad,
what's that smell?

TORRES:
Huh, smells like... gasoline.

Uh...

we haven't opened yet.

TORRES: Well, you might
want to put a few, uh,

no-smoking signs up when you do.

(panting)

We don't have to
do this, you know.

I really do
prefer to be nice

at least until it's
time to not be nice.

So let's start with
something easy.

See what happens, hmm?

When were you born?

A simple question.

When is your birthday?

Huh?

You look like a Leo.

Am I right?

Well, I guess it's time
to not be nice.

(Gibbs choking)

Gibbs, hang in there.

Gibbs, hang in there.

(gags)

(coughs)

There you go.

Take a moment.

Maybe, uh, reevaluate
your situation.

Just stop, please stop.

Okay.

Let's try again.

When is your birthday?

(weakly):
♪ Birthday ♪

♪ Your first day on Earth day ♪

♪ Happy birthday ♪

♪ Happy birthday ♪

♪ To you. ♪

Look, you-you have
our passports. Okay?

It's got his birthday in 'em.

I want to hear it from him.

After all, if he can't
even tell me that,

how is he ever gonna
tell me the good stuff?

(Gibbs choking)

Stop it! You're killing him!
Stop!

Stop!

Stop!

(Gibbs choking)

(choking stops)

Gibbs?

Okay.

Gibbs, can you hear me?

Boss, can you hear me?

Gibbs.

He is alive.

Our guests usually
survive this

particular incentive.

Usually.

Untie him.

I'm not telling you anything.

I don't care.

We have something special
planned for you.

Suspect's name
is Jezebel Poppins.

She's a bartender,
works at the club.

Does she know our victim?

Well, haven't
gotten that far yet.

See what you can find out
and get back to me.

Look, I don't know what to tell
you. I was cleaning the floor.

With gasoline?

It is a solvent.

Look, I'm gonna pretend
I don't give a rat's ass

what you were doing
with the gas can.

Great. Then I'm
free to leave.

Yeah, after you post bail
for attempted arson.

(sighs)

Right now,
I need you tell me

if you've seen this guy
around the club.

I take that as a yes.

Yeah, I've seen him around.

He was my boyfriend.

Look...

...we can help
each other here.

Somebody killed your boyfriend
for a reason.

We know he was
running drugs.

That was a long time ago.

Okay? He got clean.

Didn't stay clean.

No.

Zach started running drugs
for my boss out of the club...

or so he thought.

Some things weren't
adding up and then he saw

these hearings on the news

and realized what he was
really bringing back

from those trips to Paraguay.

Black market uranium.

When Zach realized
what he was a part of,

he told me that he was
going to put an end to it.

And that's why he called us.

He called from a pay phone
so we couldn't trace his call.

Your boss
must have suspected.

Took Zach out.

My boss runs everything
out of this place.

I was gonna burn it to the
ground, put him out of business.

You don't have to worry
about your boss.

He's gonna pay.

I just have to figure out
where he is first.

But you already found him.

That's him.
That's my boss.

Psst.

Hey, finally.
What took you so long?

I hear you are the man
to help me with my new printer.

That's not a new printer.

Well, new to me, smart-ass.

Your guard overheard
you in your cell

talking clever
about computers the other day.

I assume you can troubleshoot
a printer driver.

So you're not gonna
torture me?

No, I am not.

But I can't speak
for everyone else.

I'm still not gonna help you.

You got something better to do?

Yeah, I do.

I have a life that I'd
like to get back to.

Job, friends,

a wife who's
four months' pregnant,

maybe five, I'm not sure--
I don't know.

I know that there's a baby
class, but I missed that.

Do you know how to
change a diaper?

'Cause I don't.

I also don't know
how much longer

I can go on eating
chicken scraps and beans.

The one thing I do know is

I sure as hell am not
helping you.

Thanks.

When is your birthday?

Oh, please, just
let him eat, huh?

You want to eat?

Birthday.

Go fish.

Hey, just tell him
what he wants to hear.

You have a family.

You need to eat.

Tell him.

Your birthday.

My birthday is
September 13, 1978.

GUARD:
Muévete.

Boss.

What else did you
tell 'em, McGee?

Nothing.

Installed...

I installed a printer driver
on their computer.

Really want to do this?

(grunts):
I don't know.

You tell me.

I didn't just do this
for me, you know.

I got some food
for you, too.

Here. Raisins.
Eat 'em.

You're delirious, boss.

I am, too.
We need to eat.

It was a printer driver,
that's it-- it's meaningless.

Really?

- That's it?
- We need

to start thinking
about staying alive, okay?

We need to make compromises...

There are no compromises, McGee.

They're terrorists
and murderers.

Yes, I know
who they are,

but I'm about to be
a father, okay?

I can't afford
the luxury of morality.

Neither can you.
Eat the raisins.

(grunts)

(loud straining)

Come on... come on!

Come on...

Thought you two were friends.

Son of a bitch!
It was just a printer driver!

Come on!

Put him in his own cell.

Give him a bed.
He's cooperating.

Vamos.

(breathing heavily)

It's good work, Tim.

Our nightclub owner's name
is Mickey Clark.

Bought the club three
years ago, paid cash.

Record?

History of trafficking
weapons, people, drugs.

And now uranium.

We need to find out who
this guy is selling to.

The last thing we need
is black market uranium

getting into the U.S.

Agreed, but first
we need to find him.

We find him,
we find the R.A.C.

God willing,
Gibbs and McGee.

Hey, Abby,
you done running...

Delilah, what are you
doing here?

Oh, really? You got
a lead on my husband,

and you expect me to stay away?

Ah... was I
that obvious?

And on an unsecured line.

Do you have anything else
on this guy?

'Cause right now
we got bugger all.

Nothing on the BOLO,
no recent activity

on his credit cards.

Nothing recent, but I was
processing his computer,

and our favorite
counterterrorism expert here

showed up and noticed

these older charges
on his statement.

BISHOP:
Hmm.

Hit That?

It's a dating app.

And your suspect was paying

for premium services
on almost all of them.

(Bishop stammers)

Hold on, this is gonna
help us find our suspect how?

Okay, so these are the people
that he was matched to.

And, as with most of these apps,
they let you know

how far away you are
from each of your matches.

So you figure out how to use
that data to triangulate

Clark's location.
ABBY: Bingo.

So, we started by locating
the people he was matched with,

and then it was just a matter
of working backwards from there.

Take Shawna, for example.

It says she's 52.9 miles away
from Clark.

Now, we don't know
which direction he is,

but we know he has to be
somewhere on that circle.

ABBY: And then we repeated it
with a few more matches, and...

Got a location.
Good job, guys.

Reeves, take Torres.
Pick him up.

Please hurry.

(men speaking Spanish
in distance)

So, what do you
want from me now?

I...
(unzips bag)

want you to eat.

I thought about
what you said...

...about your wife...

and your baby.

It's not right.

And I thought perhaps...

you could use this
as well.

It's Nicholas.

The patron saint
of children.

It was my daughter's.

It's a gift to yours.

You had a family?

They were killed
in an uprising years ago.

That is how I fell
into El jefe.

And became a terrorist?

No, things were
different back then.

The R.A.C. actually
stood for something.

So, quit.

Oh...

The jefe's not someone
you quit.

And believe me, I tried.

Once.

He killed two of my cousins.

Yeah, that guy's
got issues.

No, he's done far
crueler to others.

But men need to work.

There's not many opportunities
to drive an Uber down here.

(McGee chuckles)

So we all do
what we have to do.

But I will say one thing.

If I were to ever find
myself alone with him,

it wouldn't be
a good day for him.

(door opens)

Like I said,

we all do what we have to do.

(shouting in Spanish
in distance)

What took you so long?
You took forever.

I didn't know
where you were.

Did you get the blueprints
off the computer?

No. Couldn't.

They were watching
too closely.

Did you get the alarm?
Yes, got the alarm.

It's all set.
2100 hours.

We move to the exit,

wait to make our escape.

- How's your nose?
I- t hurts.

Why'd you have
to swing so hard?

Why'd you have to break
my wood carving?

(actors on TV speaking Spanish)
(Jefe laughing)

(mutters)

¿Qué?

Let's start with
something easy.

When's your birthday?

BISHOP: Hmm, it's almost
more interesting

without the volume.

That's why people
hate politics.

Ah, but that is
why people love you.

You found our club owner.

TORRES: Yeah, he was
in the middle of a date.

Interrogation.

I spent three nights
texting that chick.

You couldn't have arrested me
before I got carpal tunnel?

He had a burner phone on him.
Hmm.

Only one overseas number in it.

Well, shouldn't take long
to trace it.

Abby, since you're here.

On it, boss.

Bossette.

He say anything
in the car?

No.

He knew
his victim told us nothing.

Thanks to Reeves blabbering
in the crime scene.

Cool accent.
Not too smart.

Houston, we have a problem.

What's wrong?

The international number
that our guy's been calling

has a blacklisted IMEI.

I can't trace it.

There's got to be a way to
find out whose number that is.

There is.

(phone ringing)

(click)

Uh, hello?

Is anyone there?

McGEE:
Bishop?

McGee?

Uh, are you okay?

Please tell me I'm not
hallucinating right now.

You're not, just tell us

where you are,
we're coming to get you.

BISHOP:
Okay, what's your status?

Is your position stable?

No. Negative.

We need an exfil ASAP.

Paraguay military
can have a chopper

airborne in an hour, but...

McGEE:
No, we need it by 2100.

What happens then?

Get the chopper.

BISHOP:
Do you have an evac site?

It's got to be the top deck.

How are you gonna make it
to the top of the ship without being seen?

And exfil
without getting shot at?

That is our problem.

Get the chopper.

We'll pull the coordinates
from this sat phone.

Well, looks like we just went
from a snowball's chance

in hell of getting out of here

to a snowball's chance in...
Arizona.

I'll take it.

McGee, get the GPS.

Yeah.

All right, what's the play?

I got to think.
About what?

Just send the helicopter.
No, we can't.

We're out of the loop.

The request has
to come from DoD.

CONGRESSMAN:
Director Vance,

my main concern here

is the damage done
to our nuclear

nonproliferation efforts.

(phone buzzing)

All right.

(Bishop speaking indistinctly
over phone)

When?

Both of them?

Copy that, I'll take care of it.

Another personal note?

Ladies and gentlemen, I just
received word that our team

has located
Agents Gibbs and McGee.

CONGRESSMAN:
And, apparently,

violated a direct order
from the Pentagon.

All due respect, sir,
we don't have time.

To be a nation of laws?

Sir, I don't know if you heard.
Director Vance...

I have two men
who are in jeopardy...

(gavel banging)
NCIS is ordered to stand down.

Order! Order!

Director Vance,

in deference to your men,

I move that we switch
to an off-the-record

briefing where you turn all

information about
their whereabouts

over to your colleagues here
at the DoD.

And then they will
take it from there.

This meeting is adjourned.

Audio off, please.

Admiral, I need
helicopter assistance

from the Paraguayan
military immediately.

I suggest you
stop wasting time

and call it in yourself.

But you just said...

A lot of things.

Ah, but the cameras
are off now.

I know time is of the essence,

but I just want to say,

on behalf of myself

and my committee...

We're proud as hell
of the work

that you and
your team have done.

Just please try

and color inside
the line next time.

You know, this is why
people don't like politics.

And I don't blame 'em.

Now go get your men.

I need that location,
Agent Bishop.

We are working on it.

(door opens)
Is the bird in the air yet?

Paraguayan military's standing
by, awaiting coordinates.

All right, so what's
the holdup, Gibbs?

We don't know where we are.

The GPS on Jefe's
sat phone's disabled.

Is there any way
we can re-enable it?

McGEE:
Bishop, can you force

a firmware flash?
BISHOP: Uh, yes,

but it'll take at least an hour
to upload over satellite.

GIBBS:
We don't have it, Bishop.

If only that guy
had Tinder.

Really?

Because he clearly needs
to meet someone special?

N-No, so we can get
your distance.

Torres, that's it.

Uh, the firmware

will take too long,
but we can easily push

a small dating app

onto the sat phone, which
will then force a GPS update.

All right, uh,

hobbies?
Not dying.

(sighs)
Sorry. Right.

Bishop.

Um, almost there.

Need to narrow
the search parameters down

to McGee's specific profile.

Okay.

And then we auto-swipe

until...

...we get a match.

“4,451 miles away.”

They're 4,451 miles away

from the Navy yard.

Look for a deepwater river.

I got 'em.
They're in a side channel

of the Paraná River.

We can have a chopper there
in 20 minutes.

Do it. Gibbs, you think
you can make it topside

in that time?

We're really cutting it close,
boss

Cutting what close?

Let you know
when we see you, Leon.

You have just committed suicide.

Do you really think you're gonna
simply waltz past my men?

Actually...

...yeah.

Incoming.

(muffled groaning)

Boss, I've been thinking.

GIBBS: Bad idea.
But...

We're gonna make it, McGee.

(Jefe groans)

Paraguayan military
now en route.

ETA: six minutes.

MAN:
Jefe?

(shouting in Spanish)

TAGGART: Chopper's
three minutes from exfil.

No eyes on the target yet.

That location better be right.

(man shouting in Spanish
in distance)

MAN:
Drop the gun right now!

McGEE:
You first.

Shoot them.
Shoot them both!

(alarm sounding)

(indistinct shouting)

(screams)

Who set off the alarm?

You should've never let
me near your computer.

We got to move.
Oh, you're gonna pay for this.

I own half the government
officials around here.

I'll be a free man
by the end of the day

and I will not forget you.

Oh, you think you're
gonna come with us?

That would be nice,

but, you know,

I think it's time
to not be nice.

I'll take it from here.

(helicopter blades whirring)

(”Broken Things” by Ryan Adams
playing)

♪ I've come to you
from broken things ♪

♪ I've crawled to you
on my hands and knees... ♪

(gasps)
McGee!

(shushing)

(whispers):
Um, where is she?

(whispers):
Yeah.

♪ If only to hear you
say my name... ♪

We weren't expecting
you till tomorrow.

♪ I've come to you
from broken times... ♪

DELILAH:
Who's at the door, Abbs?

♪ I've shown you my face
with no disguise ♪

♪ My memory's a mirror
without eyes ♪

I said, who is at the...?

♪ If only to take away
your pain ♪

♪ If only to hear you
say my name ♪

♪ You're the whisper
in the rising wind ♪

♪ Empty and so cold ♪

♪ Too dark
for the birds to fly in... ♪

Aw, that's great, Abbs.

Yeah, is everyone else there?

All right.
Well, I'm just finishing up

some loose ends here
and I will be right over.

Okay.

♪ I watch them
as they rise into the sun... ♪

Gibbs, I...

I thought you were with McGee.

I was.

(soft chuckle)

Welcome home.

♪ When the day is new,
the light is warm... ♪

I'm proud of you, Bishop.

Kept the team together.

I'm proud of you.

Well,

I just...
did what I thought you would do.

♪ If only you believed
all of my lies... ♪

Um...

everyone's meeting
at McGee's house.

You want to come?

Nope.

♪ When I'm lazy in the wind,
the colors sag... ♪

Well, call me
if you need anything.

♪ As the clouds go rolling
off the hill ♪

♪ Can't tell where the roofs
begin and end ♪

♪ No more will I know
my home again ♪

♪ Hear the whisper
of the rising wind ♪

♪ Empty and so cold ♪

♪ Too dark for the birds
to fly in ♪

♪ They're lined up on the wall ♪

♪ As I'm walking by ♪

♪ They scatter and take off ♪

♪ Watch them as they rise ♪

♪ Into the sun ♪

♪ If only you believed
you were the one ♪

♪ If only you believed
you were the one ♪

♪ If only you believed
you were the one. ♪

== sync, corrected by elderman ==
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