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Ah, you should've been there last night. You would've loved it.

Two warriors squaring off in the ring.

I had plans with McGee.

Mud glistening off their thongs...

Wait, back up a sec.

You were with McGeek?

No, he was with me. I was making him dinner.

Why would you make McGeek dinner?

I like to cook.

You cook?

Jimmy seemed to like it.

Palmer?! I've never even been to your place

and you're cooking dinner for McGee and the autopsy gremlin?

At what point did the earth come off its axis?

Perhaps now, Tony.

What's wrong with that picture?

Containers aren't unloaded at the dock.

Clear.

Customs seal's been broken.

Tony!

Get inside!

I think we've just been screwed in here, Tony.

The term is "bolted."

Same difference.

I tried that. It's bolted from the outside.

I knew your idea was stupid.

My idea?

Yes, taking up a defensive position inside a metal box, yes.

You're not panicking on me, are you?

I don't panic.

This is me mad.

I'm not getting any reception. How about you?

I'm braless.

I noticed that earlier, but on your phone they're bars.

Don't you have anything better to do than to correct my English?

Like what?

Like getting us out of this box you trapped us in.

Okay, first of all, this is not my fault.

Second of all, I like dark, tight spaces.

Unless, of course, they insist on some form of commitment.

I was referring to my childhood bedroom.

It looks like our smugglers have removed

most of the cargo so they're probably not coming back.

We're still locked in a box.

And freezing to death.

Somebody might've heard the gunfire.

Yeah, well, if they did, they'd be here by now.

Ooh, you know what we could do?

Fire a couple of rounds out of these ventilation shafts.

Maybe someone will hear us.

Oh, yeah.

Maybe they didn't hear the massive firefight,

so let's just waste the little ammunition we have. You know what?

You're brilliant. Genius.

Sarcasm is the refuge of a shallow mind.

What do you suggest we do?

I suggest we bust out of here now.

Okay, Bugsy.

I'll take care of the security guard and I'll...

-Hey, this is not funny. It's not funny. -I know.

What we need to do is relax and remain calm.

And wait.

For what?

For them to come in with reinforcements?

For Gibbs.

Trust me, he'll find us.

I believe you.

The question is, will it be before we freeze to death?

Our intel was wrong, Gibbs.

The container isn't filled with small arms.

It's a shipment of explosives.

C-4?

Worse. Unexploded KMG-U cluster bomblets.

From where?

Iraq.

Al Qaeda pays kids 50 cents a day to collect the bomblets.

Most of them end up dead.

The lucky ones, crippled.

-These bomblets are... -Highly unstable?

Yeah, I'd say that's worse.

French intelligence out of Dakar believes they may

have been loaded onto a Senegalese ship last week.

Last week?

Why are we just hearing about this today?

You ever work with the French, Gibbs?

Yeah. A few times.

Then you know what I'm up against.

I've got two agents down at the docks.

I need more than, "They may have been loaded on a Senegalese ship," Tom.

We're working on it, Jethro.

Just tell your people to be careful.

Where are they now, McGee?

Tony said that they were relocating.

Why?

Said that they had new intel.

You waiting for me to say please?

I couldn't really make it out.

The phone reception was already hinky before I lost them.

Well, unlose them.

I don't want them touching anything without a bomb squad present.

Pinch me now.

Another crate of movies.

Look at them all.

Maybe there's a crate full of DVD players in here.

Ooh... let's not forget the battery-operated

generators and the popcorn machines.

I'm open to all things cinema.

Huh. They're East Indian.

Bollywood.

No subtitles.

Low on the list of genres, I know, but extremely babe heavy.

Where are the small arms?

I mean, why would they shoot at us over copies of Kuch Kuch Hota Hai?

Does it matter? We need to get out of here, Tony.

Yeah, I heard that the first 50 times you said it.

Hey, you're not claustrophobic, are you?

No.

Because I'm telling you, that would be another nail in the shoe of my day.

What if we blow a hole

at the bottom of this door near where the bolt is?

Pourquoi?

It might enable us to jam something under it and force it open.

Not liking it.

Firing a bullet in here, I mean, it's bound to ricochet...

As I was saying...

there's a good chance the bullet might ricochet and kill one of us.

Sorry.

Why are you on top of me?

I'm protecting you, Tony.

Don't.

Well, you didn't seem to mind when we were undercover.

That might have something to do with the fact that you were naked.

Perhaps if it were warmer in here, hmm?

Ah...

Let me rephrase the question.

Why are you still on top of me?

My last contact with them was here, The North Expansion.

They were checking out a West African cargo ship

that pulled in two days ago.

What about the GPS stuff in their phones?

Well, see, that's the strange thing.

Cell phone reception is bad around the docks,

but their GPS chips should not be affected.

They run on a separate satellite network, so we should be able to pick them up anyway.

"Should," McGee?

For some reason, we can't.

Phones... phones could be turned off.

Chips could be disabled.

They could be in a structure that is blocking the GPS signal.

Like the hold of a ship?

Possibly... you know, I'm thinking

that they might be waiting to get into a better cell

reception area before calling in.

"Maybe" doesn't cut it, McGee. You should have let me know.

I know, uh, see...

the thing is you were busy, boss. You were in the rest room.

You ever had a conversation in the head, McGee?

One time I did.

The person that I was talking to, they were so distracted,

my shoes, they kind of...

Sorry, I should have let you know.

Don't apologize.

It's a sign of weakness.

Let's find them!

Before DiNozzo blows both his arms off.

This doesn't make any sense.

Maybe this isn't the container they used to smuggle their weapons.

This is the only container that wasn't sealed.

The rest of them are closed.

They off-loaded them already?

Might explain how they got automatic weapons.

We're missing something.

Besides warmth?

Ziva David, does this space seem different to you?

Define different.

Does it seem smaller than the outside dimensions?

Usually containers are 40 feet long.

This one's only 34 on the inside.

Somebody's been doing renovations.

Plywood.

Not bad. I can almost forgive you now.

For what?

For locking us in this box.

Ladies first.

What do you see?

Trouble.

Arabic script.

What does it say?

"This end up."

"Handle with Care."

"Caution Explosive ordnance."

A bomb?

I think so, yes.

And, uh, what does this say exactly?

"Death to America."

Ah, great.

You thinking what I'm thinking?

Perhaps.

If it involves a violent and painful death.

Careful.

This may be booby trapped a dozen different ways.

So why are we opening it, again?

Because if it is a bomb, it may be armed.

Hey, listen, if this thing goes off,

I just want you to know...

This is not your fault, I know.

Uh, no, I was going say...

your life would have had more meaning if you'd slept with me.

If you had anything else on your mind, perhaps I would have.

Really?

Um, no.

You ready?

Hold on.

All right.

Up an...

Up an inch.

Ugh.

No visible wires. Proceed.

Oh, my God.

Well, didn't expect to see that.

There's got to be millions in here.

More than enough to bankroll one hell of a terrorist op.

These DVDs were just decoys...

to get through Customs.

I tell you what...

when we get out of here, I'm going to buy you a house.

But it's going to have to be a fake house...

because these are counterfeit.

How can you tell?

Treasury ran a workshop with us.

First, they're freshly printed.

Your Treasury prints millions every day.

So do countries like Syria and North Korea.

Hundred dollar bill hasn't been redesigned since '96,

which makes it very vulnerable to this kind of counterfeit.

Still, that doesn't explain how you know they're fake.

The ink...

smells.

Yes.

Like ink.

Well...

our money doesn't smell.

Here... try it.

Give 'er a little sniff.

Ugh. God!

That smells like stale alcohol, and...

your armpit.

Well...

The point is, it doesn't smell like ink.

Now, there's only one way to know for sure.

If it burns orange, it's real.

Impressive.

But irrelevant.

Real or not, our friends are coming back for it.

They may already be here.

Your people checked in with me at 7:06.

DiNozzo and David, right?

They're surveilling containers

for illegal contraband from West Africa?

That's them.

They were staked out by the dock on the North Expansion.

Not anymore.

They changed their post.

See, this is... I got to tell you something.

I made it very clear to them

that any change of plans goes through this office.

Where are they now?

Well, that would be the purpose of this visit, Mr. Lake.

We lost contact.

So, for all we know, they're out there wandering around somewhere lost.

My people don't get lost.

Agent Gibbs, this is one of the largest ports on the east coast.

Believe me, it happens all the time.

-Matthew... -Sir?

Do me a favor we've got two missing feds.

Take a team and sweep the sectors by the North Expansion.

Call me when you find them.

You're welcome to wait here while we locate them.

Mr. Lake, it would be helpful if we could review

the security camera footage.

Yeah, sure. I'll have one of my techs work on it.

Hey, what kind of contraband were they looking for?

Arms shipment.

Explosives.

What ship?

We're going to have to lock it down and search it container by container.

Our intel indicates that it might be Senegalese.

Might be?

You mean, you don't have any idea?

No, not yet.

Any idea how busy we are here?

Right now I've got, uh...

three ships sailing under the Senegalese flag.

Two more coming in on Thursday.

How accurate is your intelligence?

Do you guys know how many intel BOLOs I get in one week?

And how many of them turn out to be false alarms?

I'm going to need more than chatter before we disrupt the port.

Yeah? Well, I need to find my people.

Abby...

He always like that?

Yeah, pretty much.

One million...

eight hundred... and twenty.

One million...

Counting your riches, King Cole?

Midas.

King Cole had a merry old soul.

One hundred...

twenty million...

Thanks.

You made me lose count again.

Good.

Now you can put yourself to good use.

Doing what?

Helping me set up this defensive perimeter.

Ah, actually I was warming to your earlier idea of getting us out of here.

If we burn these bills...

We'll die of smoke inhalation, Tony.

Oh, no, no, no, no, no.

Look up.

Heat rises, right?

So the smoke is going to go out through these ventilation slots

and draw attention to our position.

Not to mention the added benefit of heat production.

Are you serious?

Well, it makes more sense than firing a gun inside a metal box, now, doesn't it?

Don't worry about a thing.

The worst thing that can happen is it gets a little smoky in here.

It's kind of fun.

Um, it's a little crazy, actually.

Now that feels good.

Okay, well, it's a little warmer.

Whoa, hey, that's a lot of fire.

Here we go out the ventilation shaft.

It's okay.

It's okay.

I can barely hear you, Gibbs. Where are you?

Norfolk Port Authority.

They're sending over surveillance...

Surveillance what?

Videos.

I want you to look at this morning's...

of the North Ex...

For what exactly?

Anything of Tony and Ziva...

Tony and Ziva aren't here, Gibbs.

I know that, Abby.

We're looking for them.

Are they missing?

Hold on, okay? I got another call coming in.

Abby Sciuto, NCIS...

Find Tony and Ziva, Abs.

The videos are on their way to you right now.

Can I talk to McGee?

Why?

Because I need to know what codec they used for encoding the video.

Hello.

What happened to Tony and Ziva?

Uh... Abby, it's not a really good time right now.

You better call me as soon as you're Gibbs-free, McGee.

I will, I will.

Promise me.

Abby, I promise, okay?

Okay, transfer's complete.

Copy of all of our security footage since the time that your agents arrived.

Where are the Senegalese ships docked?

Piers Five-Alpha, Three-Tango and Six-Delta.

I want to see 'em.

Thinks that means we go with him.

Definitely your worst idea yet.

No, my worst idea was challenging a date to an oyster-eating contest.

The air in here is like soup.

Hey, do you want to give me a hand with this, please?

Sure.

So riddle me this, Batgirl...

How does one wrangle an invite to dinner at your place?

Why? You feel a little left out, Tony?

I mean, McGee...

I can understand. He's a good guest.

I bet he brought a bottle of wine.

And dessert.

Yeah, big surprise there. But Palmer...

I've had more stimulating conversations with cats.

I like him.

And he was very helpful to me.

How?

He tuned my piano.

I used to play piano.

But not anymore?

My mother forced me to take lessons from this woman who used

to hit me with a ruler every time I made a mistake.

Haven't played since.

Were you any good?

Yeah, she was.

I need you to re-sample the histopathology for me.

Something wrong?

Why does he do that, Ducky?

Who?

Gibbs.

Why does he withhold?

He wants me to check the Norfolk Terminal's security video for Tony and Ziva.

It's probably nothing.

Oh, no.

It's something.

Gibbs can smell the rotten cabbage in the middle of the pile.

Do you think Tony and Ziva are in trouble?

I'm thinking that's what Gibbs is thinking.

Then we do have cause for concern.

Very well done, darling, but where are we going to put the divan?

Actually, you know, it looks pretty good.

I particularly like your firing slots.

Of course, against automatic weapons, it'll disintegrate in 30 seconds.

Yeah.

What is it about danger and uncertainty that makes me feel so...

Horny?

Hungry.

I'd kill for a pizza right now.

What?

You don't have to joke about it.

It's all right to admit you're scared.

You've obviously never seen a Steve McQueen movie.

Why must you equate everything in life to your stupid movies?

See, that's your problem.

You have no fantasy life.

You couldn't be more wrong.

Oh. Really?

Okay, then throw one out there.

Let's hear a Ziva David fantasy.

It concerns you.

Ooh, I'm all ears.

And a sumo wrestler.

You can stop there.

You see, it's all about hot women and brave men to you.

Anything deeper and you shut it down.

That's not true.

I like a lot of deep movies.

Pick a genre, any genre.

Okay. Best eating movie.

Night of the Living Dead.

I'm kidding.

Tom Jones.

Eating as sex.

Best sex movie.

Body Heat.

William Hurt, Kathleen Turner...

Smart noir.

I like the whole sweaty, chairs-through-glass-doors thing.

Yeah, I prefer the air conditioner on.

And if anybody threw a chair through my door, I would probably shoot them.

Did you just reveal something about your sex life?

Obliquely.

I'm stunned because you never talk about yourself.

Why is that?

Maybe I like a little privacy.

I understand, but we could die here.

I mean, you know, we're in a cold, metal box.

So give me something.

Happiest moment?

Most embarrassing moment?

First time you realized Daddy wasn't perfect.

Okay, I'll tell you mine.

We're not sharing.

We're being lifted by a forklift.

See if you can find their vehicle, McGee.

On it.

What time's that ship scheduled to get underway?

They're still offloading, so sometime tomorrow afternoon.

Hey, boss, I found it!

It's locked.

Find 'em, McGee. Spread out.

How many times do these containers come and go on a given day?

On this dock, thousands.

You know what this is?

That's a blood trail.

You still think this is just chatter, Lake?

Boss.

What do you got, McGee?

And now this is where the blood trail stops, boss.

You mean, starts.

Uh, yes, that's what I mean.

Now, I've broken the area into four sections:

Area One over here is where all the action seems to have been centered.

We recovered three different types of brass.

Must have been one hell of a gunfight.

Yeah, well, I bet Tony and Ziva thought so, McGee.

They were right here.

We recovered the other two types of brass

from over there where the blood trail started, back there.

They were caught in a crossfire.

Whoa, whoa. Boss, Boss, you don't, you don't think they're...?

Should we put divers in the water or...?

They're not in the water.

McGee, if they were in the water, they'd be dead.

If they were dead, I'd know about it. They're not dead.

All right, my people have been rounding up dockworkers.

So far, no one's heard any gunfire.

I want to find out if there are any other containers here.

Yeah, well, we're compiling a manifest

of every container offloaded from the ship.

If it left the port, we'll find it.

If not?

What, are you asking me to search every container still in the port?

No, I'm ordering you. Make it happen, McGee.

They shot him three times.

At least they got one of them, Duck.

Can I ask where they are?

Not if you're expecting an answer.

What does your gut tell you?

Tell me about this guy.

25 to 35 years old, mortally wounded.

He was able to run about 50 yards before a massive

loss of blood brought him down.

Someone dragged him in here.

Foreign born.

You got his ID?

No. Dental work.

No caps or crowns.

The work is primitive.

And I thought England was bad.

Third world?

I should say so.

Oh, something else you may be interested in.

His hands are soft.

No discernible calluses.

He's not a dockworker.

I'll, I'll know more when I get him back.

You'll find them, Jethro.

That a question or a statement, Duck?

More of a prayer.

You know under normal circumstances, this would be considered fun.

Yeah, well, I can't tell where we're going.

Well, there's only three ways we're going to get there: train...

That's quaint.

We could be like the homos in those old movies.

Hobos, not homos.

That would be my third choice.

A ship?

That was my second choice.

Days without food or water.

Careful!

Sounds like a truck.

That's my first choice.

Hey, let us out of here!

Stop it! Stop it! Stop! Stop!

What? Okay, maybe if I fire a shot out of here, they'd know that we were in here.

That's not a good idea. It's not a good idea.

Okay.

You're assuming whoever's driving doesn't know we're here.

If they do, they can't leave the port with us aboard.

They'll take us back inside and they'll deal with us first.

Right, right.

Okay, I have a plan.

We build a time machine.

We could leave a trail.

Sorry, Gretel, I left all my breadcrumbs back at the office.

Well, then it's a good thing we've got all this dough.

I'm starting to get really freaked out here, Gibbs.

I found Tony and Ziva on the port video, but I don't think it's enough.

It's all right, Abs.

I feel like I'm failing them, and I...

Just take us through it.

Start with Pier Three.

Okay. Are you getting this too, McGee?

Yep, transmission's good.

All right. Their car pulled up at 7:57.

They got out and then they leave two minutes and 32 seconds later.

Anyone else in the car?

No.

Take me to the other location, Abby.

Okay, stick with that.

I'm going to see if the reception's any better.

Nothing.

What we need is a better antennae.

Any kind of a wire would work.

Any kind of conductor, really.

Hey, your necklace.

We can attach it to the end of the antennae and slip it out of the slot.

Cell phone antennas are vertical.

The wire can't dangle.

Well, we need to stiffen it, Ziva.

I've heard that before.

Work with me, here.

We could slice the spines off these DVDs and sandwich it in between.

Are you okay?

Yes. I still need something to reflect off.

The side of the container?

The angle needs to be precise, Tony.

The response I'm looking for here is, "Cool, Tony!" I'm saying it might work.

When this is all over, we're going to watch Kooch Kooch Hode Hai.

This is where it gets disturbing.

It's like looking at an Escher print.

I was able to isolate four segments.

At 8:16 I had them getting out of the North Expansion sector.

Then at this point, they walk out of frame.

Another camera picked them up at 8:19.

You see them here and then here.

And they have their guns drawn.

The problem is there's another container blocking the camera.

Now look at the bottom left corner of your screen.

Boss, that's our dead guy.

I ran his photo and I got a positive ID, Gibbs.

Interpol identified him as Moussa Senghor, a Senegalese citizen.

He's on the International Terrorist Watch List.

Boss, Moussa Senghor has ties to Wilson and N'Diaye. He's...

Al Qaeda money man.

Financed the attack on four Bali nightclubs last year.

It's a good job, Abby.

The bad news is he wasn't alone.

There's no ID on him yet.

What else you got, Abs?

Just this.

They shot the camera.

Abby, can you rewind it and pull back to the wide angle?

Okay, freeze it there.

Boss, I think I know what happened.

These are the crime scene photos from the dock,

and this is from the security camera taken earlier.

The container by Ziva is missing.

If they were in a cross fire...

They took cover inside.

Abby, put another Caff-Pow! on my tab.

Just one, Gibbs?

You haven't found him yet.

How's it coming?

My fingers aren't working.

You want me to do it?

I got it. Just give me one of your little hair-squinchie things.

The term is "scrunchie."

Thank you.

Now I just got to figure out how to attach this thing to the cell phone.

We may not need to.

We now have several hundred thousand dollars out there floating around.

It's a matter of time before they find us.

The symbols from the company that uses this kind of container.

I tell you, Gibbs, the problem is without a tracking number,

I can't tell you where the hell this one went.

We got six teams covering the gates out of the port.

They're intercepting each container with those markings.

What about the ones still in port?

Used by this same company?

Um, approximately 862.

I only need one.

They're spread out all over the complex.

It would take days to search them all.

We won't have to, Lake.

How much does one of these things weigh?

I don't know.

About five tons.

I can't imagine they're easier to move.

Of course not.

There's only two ways: a crane or a toploader forklift.

There's no crane in range of the crime scene.

So it had to be moved by a toploader.

And we only have ten of those with maybe

20 qualified operators to drive them.

Christa, get me a list of all the toploading forklifts that operated

in the Northeast Expansion today, plus I want names of all the drivers.

We find that forklift...

We find who moved it.

We're backing up. Almost done?

Just got to figure out how to attach it.

I may be able to help you with that.

What?

Friction burns.

Yeah. What difference does it make?

Uh, it doesn't.

I'm just wondering how you got 'em.

If you live long enough, maybe I'll tell you some day.

You know, I can only think of two ways--

were you and McGee and Palmer playing Twister last night?

What's a twister?

Exactly. That means you were having...

If you're gonna make that phone call, now is the right time to do it.

The grooves match.

All three rounds that you pulled out of Toothless downstairs

came from Tony's weapon and none of the blood samples

taken from the dock match Tony or Ziva's blood type.

I think they're gonna be okay.

Tony is only one of our very best agents and Ziva...

she's basically a trained killer, right?

I mean, she could take care of herself.

And, I got a direct link to four different GPS satellites.

Either of them get an area of reception again-- bam.

We got 'em.

I really don't think that there's any reason to worry, Ducky.

They're gonna be fine.

I need you to tell me they're gonna be okay.

Of course they are.

I want every building swept, room to room.

Start with the vacant ones first.

Cell reception's unreliable in the area so

all movement will be coordinated by radio.

Tactical frequency is two, Admin is four.

Go. Go find them.

We have two top-loaders working the North Expansion today.

One here, Pier Seven, offloading a ship,

and the other one is at an auxiliary warehouse.

Now, the drivers would still be with the rigs.

I'll send some of my people...

No, we got it. Let's roll, McGee.

Do you understand that gibberish?

A little.

What's he saying?

They're either discussing letting us go or the best way to murder us.

It's a complicated language.

Well.

I'd go with number two.

Me, too.

Get any reception?

Negative.

I'm gonna have to stick this antenna out of one of the ventilation slots.

If you want to live, you'll come out of the container now!

What was that?

Speak up!

I said, come out now, woman!

Come out.

Now.

Or we will come in.

What is your answer?

This.

God.

She shot me.

She shot me!

Make your call.

We only have a couple of minutes now.

Okay, I think we turn up here past this next row of warehouses.

You think, McGee?

Well, Boss, maybe if you slowed down a little I'd be...

Yeah, Gibbs.

Boss, it's me.

Tony.

Yeah. Boss, it's a long story, but the really

short version is that we're trapped in a container

with millions in phony US bills in some port building.

You're coming in broken, DiNozzo. Say again.

If you can hear me, we left a trail of money.

Money?

Follow the money.

You need... phone... Abby...

Tony. Get down, they're coming again.

DiNozzo! Keep the damn phone on.

Abby will find you.

Coming for... time... hurry...

Follow the money.

Damn it.

See if you can get them back on that thing.

I knew it, Ducky.

I knew they were alive.

Ha. Okay.

Just a second... Now... No!

No! No!

What's wrong?

I lost them again.

But there they are, on the map.

No, that's just a general fix.

It means they're somewhere within a 500-meter radius.

If I had one more second I could have...

500 meters is better than we were a moment ago.

You better tell Gibbs.

I can't get through to Gibbs or McGee.

Did you try them through the Port Security office?

I was, uh,

just about to do that.

Port Security.

I need to speak to Special Agent Leroy Jethro Gibbs, please.

He's not here right now.

If you want I can pass a message to him over the radio.

We've got a GPS fix on our missing NCIS agents.

Oh, hold on. Hey!

They got a fix on the missing feds.

Uh, what are the coordinates?

They're on the south side within a 500-meter radius

of warehouses one through four.

Okay. Hey, thanks.

I'm down to four rounds. You?

Six, but it doesn't matter.

What do you mean, it doesn't matter?

Because a few more bursts like that and we're dead.

I've got an idea.

How come that doesn't comfort me?

We found your money!

Cease fire or we start burning it.

He's bluffing.

Hee-hee.

Stop! Stop!

What are you proposing?

Surrender!

Then throw out your weapons!

Not us, you idiot.

No!

I think not.

There's $50 million in there.

You'll be dead before you can burn half of it.

He's got a valid point.

We just have to stall long enough for Gibbs to find us.

Ah... I just need to talk to my partner about that for a second.

That's solid copy, Lake. We're heading that way now.

The warehouses are about two clicks from the ocean.

Make a left past these loading docks.

Did you see that?

That guy back there?

Yeah, McGee, the one stuffing money in his pockets.

-NCIS. -I didn't steal it, I swear.

All right? I, I found it.

Where?

There was a container truck.

And it had money just floating out the back.

Which way?

Which way?

Went that way.

Let's go.

Boss, that's the wrong direction according to the GPS fix.

Not according to DiNozzo. He said follow the money.

I'm empty.

This is your last chance!

Come out or you die!

So, about those friction burns.

Only when I'm absolutely positive we're going to die.

Okay. I got two minutes.

And Tony...

I'm sorry I didn't invite you to dinner last night.

What is your decision?!

Freeze!

Port Security!

Get your hands in the air.

Get on your knees. Do it!

Agent DiNozzo, Agent David.

Lenny?

You two had a lot of people worried, let me tell you.

Where is Gibbs?

He's on his way.

Hey, do me a favor.

Cover them while I radio for some help.

We're out of ammo.

Aw, gee. That's too bad.

Come on, Wilson, get up.

Get the money.

Get it into the van.

Quickly. We don't have a lot of time. Hurry up!

When this is over, the woman is mine.

We'll see, Wilson.

I'll be perfectly honest with you.

I don't know if they're gonna be alive then.

You know, you two almost cost me $50 million.

Actually, by now, it's more like 10 or 12.

We burned some of it.

You think this is funny?!

Not me, personally.

But I do.

Drop it.

Hey! What are you doing?

You two okay?

No.

Oh, God!

Now, if you gentlemen will excuse me...

Where you going?

I've been locked in a box all day.

The ladies room!

You missed a little spot by my left ear there.

I'd do it myself but my wound here prevents it.

Wound? A two-inch scratch.

I was grazed by a bullet.

Another six inches to the left and bam, no more DiNozzo.

Under the chin, too.

You know what? I'm done.

Do it yourself.

Fine. Just don't come to me looking for sympathy the next time you get shot.

Okay, you did not get shot.

I talked to Ziva.

You cut it on a wooden box.

Hey, there was a lot going on in that container.

Nobody's exactly sure what happened.

All I know is I was running for my life in a hail of gunfire.

Tony!

I was just so worried about you.

My God, are you okay?

Gunshot.

McGee.

Why didn't you tell me?

It's barely a scratch.

Oh, poor baby.

Who's gonna drive you home?

I am.

I'm making him dinner tonight.

What was that for?

I'm glad you're not dead.

Oh.

Me, too.

So what are you making him?

Italian.

You cook Italian?

Her cooking rocks, Tony.

What was the name of that dish you made last night at your party?

Cholent.

Slow-cooked beef with potatoes and beans.

Wasn't bad.