All language subtitles for NCIS.S17E03.WEBRip.x264-ION10

Hey, top of the
mornin', Officer.

Long time, Lenny.
What do you got?

Machine parts.

Picked them up in Norfolk.

Proudly serving our Navy

before I've even had
my breakfast.

Most important meal of the day.[laughs]

All right, let me get
a quick look here.

You bet.

So how you been?

Oh, you know,
living the dream.

You?
[laughs]

Eh, same.

Busy month. Deliveries up
and down the coast.

As the Man In Black
used to say,

[mimics Johnny Cash]:
I've been everywhere.

Everywhere but a car wash.

You don't smell that?

[sniffs]
Is that my truck?

[scoffs] It's not our gate.

You move any meat
or fish lately?

LENNY:
Uh, frozen shrimp down
in Raleigh last week.

Maybe a crate broke.
[sniffs]

I'll hose her down as soon
as we're done here.

I don't think a
hose will do it.

♪

[elevator bell dings]

After you.

No, please.

Ladies first.

You gotta be kidding me.

Ah, there you are.

The world's greatest
crimefighters.

Yeah, that's us.

BISHOP:
Morning, Jack.

Morning.

Okay, so...

what's going on here?

Uh, nothing. Why?

With that greeting?

Well, feeling a little,
uh, burned out, I guess.

Doesn't feel like burned out.

I am sensing

a real serious vibe
off you guys.

You feel that?

Oh, here it comes.

What kind of vibe?

Like an unfinished business
kind of vibe.

Like maybe Vance was right.

Right about what?

He's concerned about
agent morale,

and wants me
to evaluate things.

What's wrong with our morale?

In one word, Ziva.

Oh, my God, seriously?

He just wants to be sure
that her sudden arrival

and departure hasn't upset
the team chemistry.

So if any of you would like

to talk about things,
my door is wide open.

Okay. [laughs]

Okay, I know what this is.

This is punishment

for you two lying
to his face.

Wha...?Are we still stuck on that?

It wasn't a lie.It was a lie.

It was a necessary lie,
and we were all there.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, see?

This is the vibe

that I was
talking about.

And, Nick, I'm sorry
if you feel

a talk with me is
some form of punishment.

Jack, that's not what I meant.

Depends.
What are we talking about?

We are talking about
psych evals, boss,

in the wake of
Hurricane Ziva.

It's not a mandatory
evaluation.

Vance just strongly
recommends that each of you

stop by my office
if you need to talk.

No need for me, I'm cool.

Me, too.Me three.

Gear up, then.
We got a body.

Uh, door's always open
to you, too, Gibbs.

I'll be happy to listen
if you want to--

Yeah, no. Of course.McGEE: Where to, boss?

It's close. Let's go.

[sighs sharply]
That went well.

What do you got there, Palmer?

We have an unidentified male,
mid-30s,

stuffed in the undercarriage.

Pretty torn up.

JIMMY:
Yeah, by the road, mostly.

That gravel must hit
like shrapnel.

Tore the plastic
right off his face.

I hope after he was dead.

DUCKY:
Uh, let's hope so, Nicholas.

Most of those external wounds
would have happened postmortem.

It's your first crime scene
in a... in a while, Ducky.

Yes, well, it's

thanks to the
convenience of

having a victim
close to my parking spot.

You need any assistance,
Dr. Palmer?

Oh, thank you, Doctor, no.
I'm good.

[chuckles]
Yes, indeed you are.

Hey, Nick, get the driver.

Copy.

Hey, so, how'd he
get under there?

Well, it wasn't by accident.

I mean, someone wrapped him up
in this plastic

and then wedged him above
these metal crossbeams.

How long ago?

Uh, based on decomp,

I'd say two, three days, maybe.

Uh, here's Lenny.

I-I swear I don't know how
that guy got up under there.

Where you been
this last week?

Oh, man, uh, yesterday
I was in Burke

delivering
plumbing supplies.

Day before, I moved
a mobile home

from Sterling to Rockville.

Friday I-I hauled a load
of apples from this orchard

over in Fairfax.

I got a printout
in the truck.
We need...

every pick-up, every drop-off,

every rest stop in between.

Yes, sir.

Well, orchard sounds right
to me.

Based on what?

Based on these clumps of grass,

dirt stuffed in
with the body.

What is this sliver?

Looks like glass. Maybe ceramic.

Any more in there?

Oh, yeah, there's more.
There's lots more. [grunts]

All sizes, shapes, colors.

Possible murder weapon?

Well, maybe a heavy vase
or a sculpture.

Wouldn't be the first time.

No, this is definitely a first.

First of what?

You don't recognize it?

Looks like a little hat.

Maybe worn by...
a little man?

No way.

No way what?

What is it?

Death by garden gnome.

I mean, who knew that there
were so many varieties?

Do you mind?
I'm still traumatized.

Well, at least now you'll have

something to talk
to Sloane about.

Okay, I'm not that traumatized.

Actually, this may have
a worse effect on agent morale

than anything having
to do with Ziva.

We still talking about her?

No, boss. Fingerprints
ID our victim

as Elijah Buck.

34. Current address
listed in Annandale.

Divorced, no kids, works as
a grocery store manager.

Only one next of kin.
A brother.

Peter. Lives in Reston.

And the trailer park where the
driver picked up the mobile home

is located right between them.

[cell phone ringing]Okay, trailer park it is.

Make contact.
Notify the brother.

Yes, Palmer,
I'm on my way down.

I'm sorry, but there are
way too many creepy critters

living in the woods
without having to

worry about gnomes
and leprechauns and elves.

None of which actually exist.

Tell that to six-year-old me
walking in on her cousins

watching some evil
leprechaun movie.

Trust me,
they are alive

and well and residing
right up here.

Talk to me, Palmer.

Well, Kasie's afraid
of leprechauns.

It's more of a healthy distrust.

Yeah? Me, too.

What do you got?You so get me.

Our killer

is about a foot and a half tall,

composed of thick ceramic clay,

waterproof enamel,
and a ton of hidden evidence

just waiting for me to find it.

Are you sure this is
the murder weapon?

It's the gnome's hat
for sure.

Perfectly matches
this impact injury

Landed like a--
a heavy spear

against the squamosal suture.

That's the soft spot
right above the temple.

Leprechauns?

Million-to-one shot.

The old gnome to the dome.

[clicks tongue]

McGee, is that you?

Oh, hey, Jack.

Hey. What brings you here?

Oh, I'm not here.

Huh?

I mean, I, you know,

I am here right now.

It's only 'cause our printer
ran out of ink,

and the supply closet's
that way,

and, you know,
your door's open, so...

As I said it would be.

You know what,
as long as I'm here...

Please, have a seat.

Uh, that's okay, I'm not gonna.

Um, won't take long.

Besides, it's not about me.

I mean, sure,
Ziva could have said good-bye.

That would have been
nice to hear,

but it's okay;
again, not about me.

Bishop.

What's wrong with Bishop?

Well, nothing serious,

but... it's like everything's
a little different

since... you know.

Since meeting Ziva.

Yes. I mean,
this is a woman who, you know,

she's heard about for years,
who occupied her desk,

was in her exact same space.

I mean, you gotta wonder,
after all these years,

seeing all the hell
that Ziva's been through,

that's got to leave
a pretty nasty mark.

A mark that has Bishop
wondering if

the same future awaits her.

Yes. Yes.
That could totally be it.

You are so good at this.

Thank you. I try.

Okay, but let's keep
going there.

Why do you think
that she would--

McGee.

Hey.

Hey, I was just, um...

What's happening here?

Well, actually...Nothing. Um...

What's, uh, going on?

Uh, well, we notified
our victim's brother.

He's meeting us
at the trailer park.

Great. Let's go.

Hmm. Okay.

To be continued.

Hey...

I had a feeling.

What feeling?

That you did
need to talk.

What, that? No.
That was just...

I just hope you're still
not mad at me.

For what?

For not saying anything
when Ziva reached out to me

and not you.

Bishop, that's not at all
what we talked about. Okay?

I just had something else
I needed to clear up with Jack.

Mm-hmm.

BUCK: This can't
be happening.

BISHOP: Again, Mr. Buck,
we're very sorry.

When did you last
see your brother?

A couple days ago.

I thought he was headed
to the shore for some R&R.

Otherwise I'd have
been worried.

We talked most every day
since we bought this place.

You own a mobile home here?

Worse than that.

We own the whole damn park.

Who'd you buy it from?

Nice old couple.
They retired to Florida

a few months ago.

Their place was right here.
We didn't want

to live in it, so we

found a buyer in Maryland and
shipped it out the other day.

Why not live in it?

Place I have is closer to
my job at the gas station.

Eli should've moved in.

It was his bright
idea to pool

our life savings for
this great investment.

Excuse me, gentlemen,
I...

I couldn't help but hear
from my window.

Did something happen
to Pete's brother?

I'm afraid so.

You-- You mean he's...?

W-- Well, how?

He was so young and seemed so
healthy the last time I saw him.

And when was that?Ooh, it was just
the other day.

[exhales] Oh.

I swear...

all this ugliness.

There was no need
for it to happen.

I'm sorry,
what ugliness?

VINCE:
Yo, Pete!

You and that brother
gonna jack up the rent,

least you can do is hire
some damn security!

[inhaling]

It's bad enough

I can't get a tomato
to grow this season.

But somebody stole

one of my gnomes!

That's got to be
our crime scene.

Hey, you're telling me.

These little guys
have been

guarding my crops
for so long.

Man, what kind of
animal would do this?

Hey, when did it
go missing?

Its name is Felix.

And Felix was stolen
about three days ago.

You hear anything that night?

Ah, not a peep.

Between the Ambien and my
C-PAP, I don't hear much.

This is definitely the spot.
Killer missed some pieces.

Killer?

Are you saying that...
that Eli's been murdered?

That's what they're saying,
Esther.

Eli your brother?

ESTHER:
And-and you mean

it happened here?

Well, it's starting
to look that way.

Got some drag
marks over here.

TORRES:
Mm.

So our guy got whacked
by Felix over there...

Killer dragged his body to
the mobile home truck...

How long was it
sitting there?

Overnight.

We loaded it Friday,

driver took it Saturday morning.

That's enough time
to stash a body.

And you think someone
here did it?

Can you think of
anyone else?

No. People love Eli.

Not your tenants.

Only because of the rent.

Yeah, what's that about?

I thought these people
owned their homes.

Yes, but not
the ground underneath.

That, they rent from us.

So how much you raise it?

I okayed a minor bump,

just to help spruce up
the place, but...

then Eli got greedy
and nearly doubled it.

Double?
Turned a bunch of

happy neighbors into
an angry mob in no time.

Listen: angry
mob or not,

I can't imagine anyone here
would be capable

of killing anyone.MAN: Hey, Vince.

You out here?

VINCE:
Check it out, Lou.

You're not gonna
believe what happened.

Or maybe you already know.

NCIS!Stop!

[grunts]

Damn, why you chasing me, bro?

Why you running, bro?[panting]

I know why.

Yep. [exhales]
That would be why.

LOU: I just started
selling them last week.

My job down at

Big Box Emporium wasn't exactly
covering the rent.

So you choose to sell
death machines instead.

Eight AKs,
five rocket launchers,

and whatever else.

Supply meets demand, man.So when your

new landlord finds out about

your, uh,
little side business,

you take him out?

No way, man.
He never caught on.

I mean, not that
I'd kill anybody anyway.

I mean, you can check out
every single one of those guns.

Not one of them's been fired.

Apparently, he thinks
our victim was shot.

That, or he wants us to think
he's thinking that. Apparently.

LOU:
Look...

everything was fine
till the old landlords left,

and that slimy mobile home guru

brought those brothers in
to buy the place.

What guru?

Goes by the name Mike Midas.

Mike Midas.I'll take Torres.

Another gold mine
you want to explore

is something I call
Pervert Parks.

These are
mobile home parks aimed

exclusively at

the registered
sex offender market.

There's a market?

Since no one else
wants them,

these outcasts are a captive
revenue stream.

Even more stuck than
your average mobile home owner.

You can split one home
three ways

and charge three separate rents,

and they can never move out!

[laughs]

It's a thing of beauty!

[chuckles]
It's so...

just like the occasional break.
Let's take ten, people.

Man. That's terrible.

Eli and his brother
were prize pupils.

They still own that
property in Sterling?

That property
you advised them to buy.

Oh, it was a
great opportunity.

Play their cards right,

place like that?
They'd be set for life.

No perverts necessary?

No, no, that would
just be greedy.

Well, speaking of
jacked up rents,

Would you consider them
doubling it to be,

uh, playing their cards right?

They doubled it?

[chuckling] Well,
that's just crazy.

You got to find the sweet spot
to keep your tenants paying

and not able
to move out or sell.

You shoot too high,
you end up with

a lot full of empty,
worthless trailers.

Or a bunch of
very angry tenants.

Yeah. An increase like that
just doesn't make sense.

Unless, of course...
you wantto fail!

I cover that
this afternoon:

"Bankruptcy Can Always Be
Your Friend."

[chuckles]

You guys want to come in?

Oh, hey, Bishop.

I hear we've
got a suspect.

Uh, yeah, I mean, not
thesuspect just yet.

So you're still busy?

Uh, no. No more
than usual. Why?

I guess I was hoping
you'd stop by.

Are you sure you're doing okay?

Why?
Did McGee say something?

No. Not at all.

It's just my own observation.

Uh, maybe I'm
projecting,

but your predecessor seemed
to cast a pretty tall shadow.

Yeah. I mean, she still does,
Jack, but... so what?

So nothing.

I just want to be sure
that seeing where Ziva is today

doesn't leave you
feeling like...

I feel fine.

I mean, sure,

it was a little weird,

and I'm still
processing, but no.

Ziva and I, we're cool. Really.

Well, good. That's good.
I'm glad.

But...

if you want to know
who's notcool...

I think it's Nick.

Huh. What-What's going on
with him?

Well, Ziva beat him
in a fight,

and it was a fake fight

used as a distraction,
but I saw it up close,

and it got real.

I can't imagine
he took that well.

Nick, losing?
No. I mean,

he hasn't really
been the same since.

He's been, like, distracted,

irritated,
and when we do talk,

he won't look me in the eye.

[phone ringing]

Oh. It's Gibbs.

Hey. Gibbs, what's up?

GIBBS:
Where are you?

I'm just... here.
Talking to Jack.

You should try it
sometime, Gibbs.

Or not.

Uh, what's up?

Meet me in the conference room.

You heard him.

To be continued.You know, that is what

you said to McGee, but I'm just
telling you, it's Nick.

He's the one.

PETE:
Agent Gibbs?
I got to know.

Did Lou kill my brother?

We haven't ruled it out.

We're charging him with
illegal firearms

just the same.

GIBBS:
Your tenants...

any reason you and Eli

wantedthem to move out?

You mean on purpose? Why?

Bankruptcy.

What? N--

No.

What would even
give you that idea?
Midas.

[chuckles]
You talked to that parasite?

Selling us on easy money
while neglecting

to mention
all the pissed-off tenants

who'd be wanting to kill us?

We've interviewed
every tenant, Pete.

We still have no leads.No leads?

You want leads?
I got a lead for you right here.

Just found that
on my windshield.

And you think that's
from one of your tenants?It's got to be.

After you took Lou
away, they all

huddled up
in their ringleader's trailer.

Whose trailer?

What ringleader?

GIBBS: So you know
nothing about it?

I don't write notes

or make threats.

I say what I'm thinking.

Yes, ma'am.

And as for any
tenants' meeting,

so what?

Good neighbors come together

in troubling times.

[chuckles]

I've known
most of these folks forever.

GIBBS:
How long's that?

It's going on 20 years.

It was right after, uh,
my Walter died.

His pension

paid for this
place, covered

all 40,000.

Course, it ain't worth
a dime now.

Why?
It's a nice place.

Yeah, like a nice

used car with, uh,
too many miles on it. [chuckles]

I can't sell it.

Can't move it.

Most of us here,
we all live on

a fixed income.

So, yeah.

We got together and we talked

about making Pete

a counteroffer.

You don't waste time.

Well, there's no time to waste.

Or I'm on the street.

All I've got left
is, uh,

this home.

And my paintings, hmm?

Well, my plan is to
sell them all at the

County Arts Fair, leave
the money to my grandkids

when I die.

I don't know.
If it were me...

I'd rather have a painting.Well, that's very

sweet of you to say,

but, uh, I'd feel better knowing

that I helped pay
for something useful,

so that they never end up
like this.

Hey, Nick.
Just the man I wanted to see.

Wow. This is what it's come to?

No one comes by
to talk,

so you have to resort
to stalking us in the hallway?

I'll have you know that
you're my last holdout,

thank you very much.

And Gibbs, of course,

but, uh, we all know
that's a long shot, so...

So McGee and Bishop,
they're pretty messed up, huh?

Yeah.

They had a bigger connection
to Ziva than I did.

But... is that
still true?

What?
You and Ziva.

I-I know you didn't have
a connection before,

but I heard that might have
changed a little bit,

you know what I mean?

Wow. Bishop told you?

She didn't have to.
Word gets around.

And I know how
you hate to lose,

so that must've been
a bitter pill, Nick.

[scoffs] All right.

Jack.

I didn't lose. I let Ziva win.

Okay.

Don't get me wrong,
she's a tough girl,

but I had her right
where I wanted her

until she distracted me.

How'd she do that?

She knew what to say
just to throw me off my game.

Really? What?

She said, um...

Okay. [chuckles]

It was personal.

I'm not talking
about it.

Oh, come on, Nick.

Okay, why are you even wasting
your time with me, or any of us?

I mean, we all know who's more
messed up about the Ziva thing.

Who?

Who? Oh, you know who.

You know even better
than anybody,

since, uh, Gibbs and you
are so, uh, tight.

What? Me and Gibbs?

Hey, don't get shy.
Don't get shy.

It's okay. We all know
you have a thing.

What thing?

Hey, it's cool.

Whatever happens off duty
is your business.

Oh...
No, wait, wait,
wait, back up.

Sorry.
Back up.

Gibbs.

Yup. Be right there.

Duty calls.

Oh, no, no, no, no, no.
Not yet.

Not yet.

Why does everybody have the idea

that Gibbs and I have a thing?

Christmas.

Jack, last Christmas?

When we went to drop off
the baby to his new parents?

It sure looked like
you were more than friends.

But Christmas was so long ago.

[groans]

[indistinct shouting]

Hey.

Gibbs and McGee are in traffic.
They're right behind us.

I let Ziva win.

What?

You heard what I said.

Uh, okay.

Whoa.

What the...?

PETE: I got out
just in time.

[coughing]

KASIE: The good news is
that charcoal pencil

you took from
that old woman

does not match the pencil

that was used on
the death threat note.

What about the bomb?

That's the weird news.

Based on what's left
of Pete's car,

I can tell you
it wasn't a bomb at all.

Not the classic
turn the key and then...

[imitates explosion]
...kind of bomb, at least.

What was it?Uh, more a

"throw the Molotov
and then run" type deal.

Broken bottle
plus gasoline

means someone likely
tossed it under his car.

Amateur hour.
Maybe,

but sometimes low budget can be
even scarier, like Leprechaun 2.

Anything else, Kase?

Uh, still waiting on Mass Spec

to digest all those
gnome pieces.

I should know something soon.

Later, guys.See you.

Yeah.TORRES: Later.

What do you need, Jack?

Uh, nothing.
Just seeing if I can help

with the... case, anything.

Oh, I'd say
you've done enough.

Then again, so have you, McGee.

I didn't say anything.

You're one to talk, Ellie.

Wh... Excuse me?

Stop.
I let Ziva win.

Will you stop!?

Did you not
hear Kasie?

Molotov car bombs. Keep digging.

Go. Go.

Duck?
Jethro. Yes. Uh,

I, too,
have been digging,

running the names
of the tenants

through databases
from several agencies.

You found something.

Yeah, a sealed record
from the FBI.

What name is it?

So Vincent Pierman
of Sterling, Virginia

is actually Vicenzo Palumbo
of Yonkers, New York.

I haven't been
back there in years.

Yeah, not since 2005,
when you turned state's evidence

against fellow members
of the Pittorino crime family.

Man's got to do, you know?

What about your code?

Don't guys like you have a thing

about never ratting
your friends out?

It's only
in the movies.

There's also
a fine line

between ratting out your friends

and merely wanting to help them.

Yeah, maybe they
don't need your help.

You two want to be alone?

All right, Vince,

let's talk about Eli.

First, you should know

I really do love my gnomes.

So Felix is
the last thing

I'd be cracking any
melons with, believe me.

I was always more
of a knife guy anyway.

But surely you wanted to crack
Eli's melon at some point.

In my younger days,
I would have.

But look at me now.
I can't hardly breathe,

I can't grow a tomato,
and I live in a fancy box.

After all this time
in the witness protection,

never in a million years

would I want to draw
that kind of attention.

He does makes a rather
compelling argument.

VINCE:
Last thing I need

is any of my old crowd
finding me.

By the way,
I couldn't help noticing

a palpable tension
between you

and Agent Sloane.

Yeah, so?

Well, I was wondering
if it had anything to do

with the visit
she paid me earlier.

She got to you, too?
The Ziva talk?

No, actually,
it was more about you.

Me?

Inquiring about
your mental state.

Why not ask me
directly?

Well, that's p-precisely
what I told her,

with a warning not to expect
much of an answer,

if any.

Sure, I hate those brothers,

but I can't afford
to move.

[wheezing]

You need some water? Hey.

How long have you had
the asthma?

It's never been
this bad.

Last few months,
it's gotten way worse.

Just like your tomato crop.

Oh. Come to think of it, yeah.

I mean, I used to grow them
like bowling balls,

and now I barely get weeds.

Even the bugs don't even
bother coming around.

JIMMY:
I know that look.

What look?

Not you.
You just keep breathing.

So what're you thinking?

Right. You're thinking,
"What am I thinking?"

I was just telling Sloane,

if you ever want to know
what's on Gibbs' mind...Sloane was here?

Yeah, right before
you came down.

Hey.

What are you up to, exactly?

Excuse me?

Vance wants you to make sure
that the team is okay.

Yeah, okay. Good. I got that.

Yeah, so what don't you get?

Why are you asking about me?

Hey, listen, when I can't
get you to speak for yourself,

yeah, sometimes I'm forced
to ask others.

Talking is part
of my job, Gibbs.

Hmm.
And I...

I like to talk, and

I'd actually like to talk more

with you.

About what?

You know damn well.No, I don't.

I really don't.

God, it's-it's the elephant
in the room.

What elephant?

That?
That an elephant now?

I thought that
was a moth.

It is what you want it to be.Well,

what I want it
to be is gone.

It's been here
since you got here.

Don't change the subject.

I am talking about

you and...

...Ziva. You and Ziva.

What about it?
There's nothing to say.

We both know that's not true.

Come on.

Jack, what did she expect?

I mean, she let us all think
that she was dead, okay?

Yes. Right.

And that
must've hurt.

I mean, she was
like a daughter to you.

And, my God, then having her
come back from the dead.

I can't imagine
what that did to you.

And then she leaves again.

Yeah. Okay.

It bothered me,
but I get it.

Uh...

I should've looked for her.

So why didn't you?

Because she was dead.

Done deal.

I still should've looked
to make sure.

Trust but verify.

Well, yeah, and
I didn't do that, so...

...made a mistake.

Like we all do.

But what does she want
from me, Jack?

She's gone again.

Does that mean I'm supposed to
be out there looking for her?

I mean, what does she
expect from me?

Uh, I don't know.
That's every parent's conundrum:

What if they need me?

Yeah, well, what if
she does need me?

What if she needs me now?
What do I do?

Well...
Jack.

What would you do? Tell me.

Professionally speaking,

it's not about what I would do,

but as a friend,

a friend who knows a thing or
two about letting a daughter go,

I'd say you've done
all you could,

and now you need
to let her go, again.

[cell phone ringing]

Hey, Kasie, I'm on my way.

Uh, but then you'll
come back?

No. No, I'm done.

Uh, you sure?

Yeah, I'm sure.

Uh... thanks.

It helped.

Unless there's something else.

Really.

Is there anything
you need, Jack?

Uh...

Anything you want
to talk about?

Uh, later, maybe.

We can talk later.

Okay.

Or not.

Kase, I could use
some good news.

Well, I can't
call it good exactly,

unless you like surprises.

Try me.

Results from
the gnome pieces

and soil samples.
They test positive

for several
toxic carcinogens.

Chemicals.

You may recall,
back in the 1970s,

a place near Niagara Falls
called Love Canal?

Yeah, built on a chemical dump.

On a cocktail of toxicity
leeched though their soil

from a chemical
company nearby,

which caused leukemia
and other horrible things.

It's as bad as that?

That bad and getting worse.

Happy Trails Mobile Home Park
is a death trap.

Any chance our victim knew it?

If he did, there's
an even better chance

it's what got him killed.

Toxic chemicals.

We got anything?

Uh, ugly stuff.
I mean, one of these

was outright banned
until recently,

causing increased birth defects,
respiratory problems.

We know how it got
in the soil?Uh, not yet.

Actually, boss, I traced 'em all
to a Zullow Chemical.

A company that specializes
in pesticides.

Headquarters is about 12 miles
away from our trailer park.

And you're only
telling us this now?

Why I didn't tell you before,

because you're still not
talking to me.

TORRES: I am talking
to you, McGee.

I'm just not talking to her.

Focus.

12 miles.

Long way for chemicals
to travel.

Mm, not really.

Groundwater can carry them
a lot further than that.

Zullow. Zullow.

Why-why does that
ring a bell?

Something about a fire.

"Zullow Industries."What industry are they in?

It doesn't say, but they have
a warehouse in Sterling.

Same town as our
trailer park bust.

TORRES: According to this, they
had a major accident last year.

The whole place
caught on fire.

I wonder what
they were warehousing.

Well, let's find out.

Gibbs, I'm not sure
it's gonna be that simple.

McGEE:
Uh, yeah, boss.

These companies don't really
just offer this information

'cause we ask.

Yeah, and science isn't exactly
in our wheelhouse.

I do like a good charade.

It's not much
of a charade, Duck.

Just putting 'em
at ease.

Just a reminder,
gentlemen,

Mr. Rama's made
this time available

as a courtesy, so...

Oh, Sara, no need
to rush our guests.

Lance Rama, Senior V.P.

Uh, Donald Mallard.

And this is Agent Gibbs.Hey.

I'm just the guy
driving the car.

He's here to say
all the big words.[Rama laughs]

That's pretty much our
in-house attorney's job, too.

Oh, yeah? Let them
duke it out.

You and me, we'll
go have a beer.

Now you're talking.

What are we
"duking out," exactly?

No duking necessary.

Just a few questions
about your warehouse

in Sterling, which was
the apparent scene

of a fire last year.

If you could just confirm

the chemicals
that you stored there.

That's hardly information we're
obligated to divulge without...

DUCKY: Specifically,
three fumigants.

Hydrogen cyanide,

naphthalene,
and chlorpyrifos.

GIBBS:
You see?

Better him than me.

[chuckles]
Can you confirm?

Uh, yes. Uh...

those are ingredients
in one of our

most popular insecticides.

And approximately
what quantity leaked

from the warehouse?

ATTORNEY: Well, if you check
the record, you'll see

that fire damage was kept
to a minimum, so...

Not what he asked.

Look, gentlemen, I'm not sure
where this is going, but...

It's going to a trailer park

and the soil that you poisoned.

Now, you gonna tell the tenants,

or you want us to do that?

Or the EPA.

Uh... [chuckles]
There's no need for that.

We're aware of the issue,
and I assure you

that it's being handled
internally.

By Eli and Pete Buck.

GIBBS: How much
you have to pay them

to handle your issues
internally?

What do you mean?

We mean that perhaps
you financed the brothers

to buy the trailer park
on your behalf,

and get rid of the tenants

before they caught on.

And then they raise the rents,

and the tenants move out
on their own.

Keeping your hands clean
and you free

from potential lawsuits.No.

Lance, I would
strongly advise...

I can't let them
paint it this way.

Paint it what way?

[sighs] We would never
force people out.

Yes, we contracted the brothers
to buy the park, but...

to also dole out some very
generous incentive packages

to cover the tenants'
inconvenience.

Incentive packages?

The tenants never got 'em.

What's this about?
You have another suspect?

We do.
Zullow Chemical.

McGEE: They gave you and Eli
half a million dollars

to buy the trailer park
and pay the tenants to leave.

BISHOP: But, as you said before,
Eli was greedy,

came up with a better plan
to keep all the money and just

raise the rent
to force them out.

And maybe you got cold feet.

No. That's not it.

Then what?

[shudders]

You got it backward.

It was me.

All of it.

I'm the one who pushed him
into the Zullow deal.

You put Eli under that truck?

After we loaded it,
his conscience kicked in.

He wanted to kill the deal.

Tell the tenants,
blow the whistle. [sniffles]

And you couldn't
let him do that.

It was just a fight.

Words, shoves...

[sighs]

Until he fell...

right on that stupid
garden thing.

Most people would call 911.

I started to.

But I'm still
pumping gas at 35.

Did I have to lose a
once-in-a-lifetime opportunity?

So your car.
That was you, too?

You started clearing suspects.

I had to do something.

So I wrote the note and...

s-set the fire.

[crying]

Oh...

Eli, I'm sorry.

[sobbing]
What did I do?

That's so sad.
It's simply tragic.

At least you know it wasn't
one of your neighbors.

Well, that I was sure of.

Oh, God,
what does it matter?

We're living on toxic land.

And what do we do now?
[grunts]

Give this number a call.

A lawyer friend of ours.
Good people.

I gave her the details.
She's expecting your call.

My call about what?

Esther, you're the ringleader.

Tell the others they have
one hell of a settlement

waiting for them.

Something you can leave
your grandkids.

[crying]

I wish there was some way
I could thank you.

It's okay.

Thank you, thank you.[laughs] Okay.

[laughs]

Hey.

Nice work, you
very special agents.

And she's back.

You got, uh, some more
evaluating to do?

Yeah, Jack,
our morale is just fine.

Hey, enough already, okay?

Vance gave me
a job to do,

and if it rattled
your cages,

I'm sorry,
but it sure as hell seems like

they needed some rattling.

Am I wrong?

No, you are not wrong.

Okay, maybe our chemistry
was a little off.

Yeah. Maybe.

Okay. So, what next?

Who would like to hop on
the apology train? Anyone?

[sighs]

Ellie, I'm sorry
I said anything.

I was-- I was
just trying to help.

I know. Thanks for trying.

Same here, Nick.

I was only trying to help.

I should have come to you.

Okay. But I let Ziva win.

Which is very clear
to me now.

Uh, and what about Gibbs?

Where is he?

Oh, come on, you must know.

I think he's still
at the trailer park.

Great. In that case...
[clears throat]

...let me take this opportunity
to make something very clear.

Gibbs and I are not
having a thing.

Okay, but...

Who said that you were?

TORRES:
Oh, okay, um...

I guess it was only me.

Okay.

Good night.

Good night.
Night.
Later.

Way to throw me under
the bus there, guys.

I mean, who is she kidding?

They are so having a thing.

[laughs]

[laughs]

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