All language subtitles for NCIS.S01E09.Marine.Down.WEB-DL.x264-LeRalouf

They wouldn't even tell Sarah
how he died.

I'm sure his command
had a good reason.

Maybe.

But if it was my husband,
I'd want to know.

I still can't believe
jim's dead.

It's almost like he's

standing here with us.

How's Sarah handling it?

Kidwell residence.

This is Jim...

who?

Who is this?

Sarah, it's Jim...

What?

Sarah?

Sarah? Sarah!

It's Jim.

I'm not...
I'm not dead!

NCIS
Season 01 Episode 09

"Marine Down"
== resynced by Brach_Movic aka GilangPC ==

Shooters
at the ready position.

Nervous, Kate?

Shaking.

Cease fire. Cease fire.

Clear and lock
all weapons.

All locked.

Now shooters
check your targets.

You nervous, Tony?

Nice tactical reload.

You only got your guy twice.
I win.

What are you talking about?
You shot the hostage's ear off.

She'll live.

Yeah,
without an ear.

It's not bad.

Both of you,
not bad.

Of course,

these targets
don't shoot back.

That must be next week.

Kate, I think
you're holding back.

Shoot with confidence.

Relax your shoulders.

Tony...

it's a nice grouping.

So, I win.

Oh, we're just getting warmed up.

Give me your cover.

What for?

Right.

Oh! Come on boss!

I been breaking that cap
in for three months.

I love that cap.

Then don't shoot it.

Did you back this up?

Oh. No, no, Gibbs!

Come on!
My whole life is in that thing.

Gibbs, come on.

Then don't shoot it.

We screw this up,
I have a suggestion.

What?

We break into Gibbs' basement,
and we set his boat on fire.

That's cold, Kate.

I knew there was a reason
I liked you.

Gibbs.

Yeah, we're on it.

What's up?

A marine wife buried
her husband yesterday.

Somebody thought
it'd be fun to call her up

on the phone and harass her.

Since when do we
investigate crank calls?

Since the guy calling is claiming
to be her dead husband.

On the firing line.

Ready on the right, ready on the left.

Fire.

Let's see how you do under pressure.

I'll bring the lighter fluid.

Deal.

Very cool.
Where can I get one of these?

You can have that one.

Really?

Thanks.

So, you said you needed help?

Yeah. I'm trying to pull up
the records on a dead marine,

but my security access
won't go through.

It's because computers can sense fear, Tony.

Name?

Major Jim kidwell.
He was working at quantico.

Mobile training teams.

This is his social.

Is that a new perfume, Abby?

Yep. I made it myself.
You like it?

It smells like gunpowder.

Sweet, huh?

Mmm.

Here's your problem.

Why?

Your security clearance
isn't high enough.

How did he die?

That's kind of what
Gibbs wants me to find out.

Then it sucks to be you.

in most of these cases,

the caller turns out
to be someone you know.

Old boyfriend,

coworker.

Listen, I know it sounds crazy,

but the voice...

I could swear
it was Jim's.

Sometimes,
in situations like this,

you hear what you think
sounds like someone you know...

I'd like to put a traceon your phone,

Mrs. Kidwell.

In case he calls back.

What happens if it's Jim?

Excuse me.

It couldn't have been
her husband, could it?

Hi.

Hey, guys.

Hi.

Hi.

Why don't you guys
go outside and play?

It's okay.

I'll be along in a minute.

Okay, mommy.

Let's go.

Agent Gibbs, agent Todd,
this is Lisa peary.

Her husband was
in the same unit as Jim.

They, um...
died together.

You have our sympathies.

What we'd really like
is some answers.

You know, we accepted the fact
that our husbands

couldn't always tell us
where they were,

what they were doing.

We played the game.

We were good marine wives.

You have to understand,

all we got back

were two sealed caskets.

And now Sarah gets
this call from Jim?

Or someone impersonating him,

Mrs. Peary.

We don't even know
how they died.

Are you telling me
you wouldn't start to wonder?

What did you find out
about our dead marine?

He was involved in
classified stuff.

And?

No and.

I didn't have high enough
clearance to access the records.

What's your clearance?

Confidential.

Confidential?

What did you do,

kill someone
in high school?

Ha! Not funny, Kate.

No, they screwed up my paperwork
with another agent's.

Apparently, Dinozzo died
in a car crash last month.

Very tragic.

They yanked my clearance,

so now I got to take
a physical to get it back.

Why is that?

To prove that I'm still alive.

Any luck?

Access denied.

And I was cleared
for air force one.

So was an Al qaeda operative.

Gibbs will get in.

He's got clearance that will let him
see the dead aliens at area 51.

'Cause he probably killed them.

Hmm!

Looks like someone is
deliberately blocking us.

Or a glitch.

Everything doesn't have to be
a conspiracy against NCIS, guys.

Are you saying
we're paranoid, Kate?

If the shoe fits..

Yeah. Gibbs.

Uh-huh.

I know where it is.

Mm-hmm.

That was Kidwell and Peary's
commanding officer.

We are being blocked.

Okay.

I admit,
that is strange.

He wants to meet with us.

When?

Right now.
Come on, let's roll.

Thanks for the new cap, Kate.

Not a problem.

Only wish my warranty
covered bullets.

I appreciate you
meeting me out here.

I wanted to keep this conversation
off the record.

Why is that, colonel Walsh?

Because Kidwell and Peary
were good men.

Their widows seem to think so.

I want to keep it that way.

Are you familiar with
mobile training teams?

Sure.

They serve as military advisors
in foreign countries.

Among other things.

Kidwell and Peary were
working out of country.

Op was classified, but

had nothing to do with
their deaths.

Why seal the records then?

Because the way they died.

Look,

when you work with
the foreign military,

you kind of have to go native.

You have to live...

breathe the culture.

Kidwell and Peary tended to take
that approach to the extreme.

Define extreme.

We found them in a brothel.

They had a dispute with
one of the local prostitutes.

She poisoned them.

With what?

Local police said formaldehyde.

Formaldehyde?

Yeah, she put it in their drinks.

So you used the classified nature of
the operation to cover it up.

I didn't want to exactly call
Lisa and Sarah

and tell them
that their husbands died

because they pissed off a whore.

Probably a good call.

Look, they weren't angels,

but they were damn good marines.

And I'd rather they be remembered that way.

Any idea why someone would callMrs. Kidwell and impersonate him?

None.

But I hope you catch that son of a bitch.

Look, if you'll excuse me,
I...

I have to get back to work.

Uh, just one more thing, colonel.

I'm still going to need
to see the records.

I..I just told you
what happened.

Yeah.

Yeah, you did.

I'll see what I can do.

His body language matches that
of someone telling the truth.

Or he's one hell of a liar.

Yeah. Gibbs.

The techs that installed
the phone trace

at the Kidwells found
something interesting.

What did you find?

There was already
a trace on the line,

and it's pretty sophisticated stuff.

You able to trace it?

Almost. The tracking software lost it
around dumfries, virginia.

That's right outside of...

The marine base in quantico.

Where is he going?

Can I help you, sir?

NCIS.

I need to talk to your co,
lieutenant colonel Walsh.

He's in a meeting right now, sir.

Here?

Sir, I don't think you heard me.

Oh, he heard you.

Sir?

Where's colonel Walsh?

Right here.

Someone is going to a lot of trouble
over a crank phone call, colonel.

Like an illegal wiretap on
Sarah kidwell's phone.

And a guy pretending he's you.

I want to know why.

That makes two of us, agent Gibbs.

You think I like getting marines
back in boxes?

Why don't we start with
how major Kidwell and Peary died?

Well, that's need to know.

Trust me,
i need to know.

Unfortunately,
it seems I don't.

Their records are sealed,

and every inquiry I've made
has been shot down.

You have two dead marines, colonel.

are you trying to tell me
you don't know how they died?

This is an admin command.

When my teams deploy,

they could be working
for any one of a dozen agencies.

they don't report to me.

Who did Kidwell
and Peary report to?

Officially, the state department.

Unofficially?

You're going to have to figure

that one out for yourselves,
agent Gibbs.

Now, what does that sound
like to you, Tony?

It sounds like one of the A's.
CIA, NSA.

About those boxes
you got back, colonel...

What about them?

Did you stop to see
if your men were inside them...

or is that need to know, too?

We're being played, sir.

So it seems.

Question is why.

Either they died doing something
they weren't supposed to be doing,

or Kidwell made that phone call.

There is a third alternative.

They died on a classified
mission serving their country.

I don't buy it, sir.

Someone wants us off this case.

There's got to be a reason.

It's not the first time we've

bumped up against
other agencies

out in the field.
There's always a reason.

This time,

there's a couple of marine
wives caught in the middle, sir.

What do you suggest?

I need your help

to gain access to their records.

Hmm.

I'll make some calls.

In the meantime,

see what you can find out
about this phony colonel of yours.

Make the eyes bigger, Abby.

No, the eyes are fine.

it's the nose that needs
to be bigger, Abby.

Okay, I'll get the APB out
on pinocchio right away.

You guys...

Welcome to my world, Abby.

Thank you, Gibbs.

Anyone want to explain this?

Tony and I
were just discussing the shape

of our bogus colonel's face.

Mm. We haven't quite settled
on the nose yet, though.

Yeah, I can see that, Dinozzo.

Uh, listen, boss,
we need a few more minutes,

so if you want to go
grab a coffee or something...

I've got a better idea.

Pull up Kidwell and Peary's
L.E.S.'s for me.

Kate and I will...

I'll do that.

That is,

if..if you want me to.

It's just, uh,

that Tony seems to
have a better

handle on the program here.

Okay.

Okay, how do we reset this, Ab?

What's an L.E.S.?

Leave and earnings statement.

And how would one get one?

Marine corps finance center,
kansas city.

What's the deal?

Thanks.

That's correct.

Major James kidwell
and major Craig peary.

I need their leave
and earnings statements

for the last couple of years.

Fax is fine.

Attention special agent Todd.

Thanks, sergeant.

Make the chin a little bigger, Abby,
and I think we'll have him.

That's him.

Yeah.

Sure is.

Ducky.

Nice.

While you were playing,
I sketched our fake colonel.

Whoa!

I didn't know
you were an artist.

That rocks!

I'm impressed.

Let me see that.

What the...?

That's personal.

Yeah. It is.

You really see me like that?

I'm really impressed now.

Abby,
I didn't mean anything by that.

It's just...

I love that!

You've got to let me hang it up.

Can't wait to see the one
you did of Gibbs.

Oh, just give me that.

Give it to me!

Um, so kansas city said that

it would take 24 hours
to get the leave

and earnings statements.

You've got 12. I want to
see it in the morning.

Come on.

Abby, run his likeness through.

Concentrate on government
employee databases,

DOD personnel.

You got it, Gibbs.

What does he expect to
find from their L.E.S.'s?

Come on, Kate.
That's like NCIS 101.

You have no idea,
do you?

Not a clue.

Kate, 12 hours was up
15 minutes ago.

Next time, have them fax
them in order.

Point taken.

Gibbs, are you going to tell us
what these are for?

Agent Gibbs.

Mrs. Kidwell.

There was another
phone call.

And this time, we have proof
that Jim's still alive.

Jim left a message on the machine
on the same day he called Sarah.

The funeral?

Yes. With everything
that was going on,

I didn't have time to check
my messages until this morning.

You seem pretty confident
that's Kidwell, major.

I've known Jim

since we were second lieutenants
at the basic school.

It's his voice, agent Gibbs.

Well, we're about to find out.

Abby?
Yep.

Sorry.

Let's hear what you got.

Okay.

This... this is the
old-school version.

Danny, tell Sarah...

trust... got...

find Peary... call mobile.

You can tell
that's him from that?

Well, lucky for you,

you got a mix master
in the hizzouse.

A what?

It means house.

You need to get out more,
Gibbs.

Word. Okay,
here's the filtered version.

Danny, tell Sarah...

trust... got...
find Peary...

call mobile.

I ran it against
six word samples

I had from
the Kidwells' home videos.

They didn't match.

So it's not Kidwell
on the tape?

That's what I thought
at first, too,

but I forgot to factor
in the phone line.

Ma bell eliminates
any frequency that's

below 400 hertz
or above 3,400.

It allows for
longer distance transmissions.

That's why
when people think

they sound different
on the phone, they do.

It's all about the bandwidth.

Mix master...

Today.

Danny, tell Sarah...

trust... got...

find Peary.

Call mobile.

We've got a dead man calling.

I need you to sign this.

Sorry I couldn't help you
with the digging, boys.

Old pro basketball injury.

All right.

You played pro ball?

Well, I was watching a game
while it happened.

Top's been screwed shut, boss.

They obviously didn't want
anyone looking in before the funeral.

Or getting out.

I don't see why, sir,
I can't be present for this.

Do you know
what's in this box,

major O'donnell?

No, but it's not Jim kidwell,

unless he's figured out a way
to make calls from the grave.

Well,

you know what?
We're going to find out.

Don't we have to
wait for Ducky?

Kate, there's a body in there.
It's not going anywhere.

I'm just hoping
it's not another mummy.

Oh, my god.

Got to admit,

I wasn't expecting that.

He looks alive.

It's, uh,

it's Jim.

Okay, come on.

We sure screwed that up.

Yeah. It still doesn't explain
the cover-up or the fake colonel.

They're called classified
ops for a reason, Tony.

We'll probably never know.

The phone call?

Your calling plan
include the afterlife, Kate?

Voice recognition isn't
an exact science.

Neither is Gibbs' gut.

And he's convinced there's more
going on here than a crank call.

Well, I hate to break it
to you, Tony,

but Gibbs can be
wrong sometimes.

Name once.

The man's been married,
like, four times.

There is that.

There's what?

Nothing, boss, just, uh,
discussing the case.

Or a lack thereof.

You still want to take
a look at those L.E.S.'s?

I don't know.

You figured out
how Kidwell died yet?

I'll, um...

I'll just getthem in order for you.

Kate, it was three times,

not four.

I'm afraid we've got a bit of
a mystery here, Gibbs.

Tell me something
I don't know, Duck.

Our major appears
to be in perfect health.

Except for the part
where he's dead.

I need to know
how and when.

Yeah, how I'm still working on.

When is another question entirely.

Yes. The young man

has been embalmed.

And whoever did the job
was definitely a pro.

How can you tell?

My grandfather owned
a funeral home.

We spent a lot of quality time
bonding over the embalming table.

You know what a trocar is, Tony?

I'm guessing
it's not a alien on star trek.

It's from the french.

Trois quarte. Three quarts.

It's used to
enter the abdominal cavity

so that the lungs and

other major organs
can be drained of fluids.

Now, as you can see,
whoever did this,

barely left a mark.

He does look good for
a dead guy.

Well, skin tone is simulated
by dyes.

Every mortician has
his own family recipe.

This is one of the best
I've seen.

Can you tell me
when he died?

He's been perfectly preserved.

He could have died days ago
or even months.

It's impossible to tell which.

Official cause of death is listed as
in the line of duty two weeks ago.

Two weeks, I can believe.

But LOD usually implies
an accident or

an injury received
in combat.

Look,

besides minimal bruising
of the wrists,

I mean, there's no sign of
any external trauma.

But his insides...

Outside of the embalming process,

there's no evidence of
any internal injury.

There's a rumor going around
he might have been poisoned.

It's possible.

But the tox screens wouldn't
be able to detect it.

Why's that?

His blood's been replaced
by embalming fluid.

Formaldehyde, methanol, ethanol.

Looking for another toxin
would be like looking for

a needle in a haystack.

A dead marine

with no obvious
cause of death.

And someone who didn't want us
digging him up.

Give you any ideas, Duck?

One in particular does
come to mind.

Me, too.

Keep looking.

I need an answer soon.

He's talking about murder,
gentlemen.

I knew that.

I don't suppose you'd be willing to
phone me, major.

Tell me how?

Kidwell's leave
and earning statements

are on top,
two years worth.

Now what?

Even top secret spooks
get paid.

And this will help us because?

The government records
everything, Kate.

Days at sea,

when they receivehazardous duty and combat pay,

divorces.

His records may be sealed,

but if we follow his paycheck...

we'll find out
where he was stationed.

And who was paying him.

You have one hour
to break that down for me.

Oh, red tape that's actually useful.

Who knew?

Gibbs.

You know what really ticks me off?

Gibbs?

No.

These guys get paid more than I do.

Gibbs.

I don't appreciate being
interrogated, agent Gibbs.

Well, why don't we start with?

Who is this?

Lisa peary.

Don't you think
I would have told you

if Jim kidwell called me?

Well,

exactly who is interrogating you,
Mrs. Peary?

He said his name's agent Dinozzo.

When did this happen?

He's here right now.

Where?

Coleman park.

I can be there in 15 minutes.

Does he know

I'm on the phone talking to you?

No, I don't think so.

See if you can't keep him there
until I get there.

Interesting, Gerald.

Gerald?

I'm sorry. I was

listening to a football game.

You're wearing a CD player.

Are you trying to tell me
you find me boring?

Uh, never mind.

What do you make

of this material
filling the incision cavity?

Well, my grandfather normally used
cotton, but

in a pinch, we sometimes
packed it with old newspaper.

Ah,

to Abby, please.

Sure, right away.

Football.

Honestly.

Oh, dear lord.

I believe I know
how you died, major.

And may the lord have mercy
on your soul.

Mrs. Peary...

I tried to keep him here

but I think he knew something
was up.

This look like the man?

Yes.

If he doesn't work for NCIS,
who does he work for?

I don't know, but I promise you
I'm going to find out.

Which way did he go?

Five minutes ago,
wearing a black windbreaker.

Take your kids home,
I'll be in touch.

Kids, let's go,
come on.

Okay, mom

I don't think so.

Son of a...

That's twice.

Next time,
you are mine.

September, his unit code
changed to 30370...

his DSN, uh,
changed to...

yeah, slow down,
Slow down... please.

How could you work
in law enforcement

your entire life
and not learn how to type?

I'm a man of action, Kate.

More like an action figure.

Why, you want to play with me?

As in, you look good,
but you really can't do much.

But I look good.

Uh,

Gibbs, is there anything
you want to tell us about?

I got shot at
by our fake colonel.

No way.

Did you nail him?

Nope.

What did you guys find?

Right.

Um...

in

september,

Peary and Kidwell were transferred
from centcom to a new unit.

We got the RUC number, but

they're not listed in
the marine corps database.

It wouldn't be.
They weren't working for the corps.

Definitely CIA.

How do you know that?

How many agencies
do you know that drive

economy class armored cars?

Come on.

Ducky wants to talk to us.

He's really pissed off.

What?

How can you tell?

I really need to get better
at reading men.

It was quite brilliant, actually.

I almost missed it.

But while I was examining
the embalming incision,

I discovered that
the carotid artery showed

absolutely no sign
of decay.

I once saw a similar case
in west germany,

where a.. young boy...

duck, we don't have time
for stories on this one.

Fine.

But first...

I'd like to ask a question.

Do you people find me boring?

Of course not.
No.
Absolutely not.

Can we get back to this now?

Yes.

I then checked
the vitreous for toxins.

Vitreous?

Eyeball jelly.

Very good, Kate.

The concentrations of methanol
confirmed my suspicions.

The reason I was unable to
determine the cause of death

was...because

our major

was alive

when they embalmed him.

The stuff inside Kidwell's neck
was definitely newspaper.

I'm still processing the scraps.

Most of it's unreadable,

but what I do have is
in spanish.

Well, that means that Kidwell
and our fake colonel

were probably in central
or south america recently.

I could run his

likeness past marine detachment
on embassy duty.

Yeah.

Run it.

Okay, Dinozzo,
what's it say?

Something about farmer's markets
and shoes required.

Yeah,

but look at this.

December 12th?

That can't be right.
That was two days ago.

The funeral was on the...

eighth.

So how does a guy
get into a coffin

that was buried four days
before he supposedly died?

They knew we were going to
dig him up.

They killed him and hoped
we wouldn't notice.

We know Kidwell was murdered.

And

that lying sack of excrement
is somehow involved.

What? You prefer
I call him a sack of...

The question now

is

what happened to major Peary?

Is he still alive?

There's an easy way to check.

What, you thinkMrs. Peary is just going to

give us permission
to dig up his grave?

I don't know, Kate. I wasn't
planning on asking her.

Hey, guys.

Abby,

you track this guy down?

Not yet, but I've only heard back
from about half of the embassies.

What is this thing, Abby?

Ground-penetrating radar.

Gibbs didn't tell you?

Tell us what?

You're going

grave-robbing tonight.

This is so not right.

I mean, it's not like we couldn't
have done this during daylight.

You afraid of ghosts, Tony?

No, I'm afraid of
getting shot for trespassing.

Where the hell is Gibbs?

Right here.

Oh...

don't do that.

Did you calibrate the radar yet?

Just about.

Check this out.

Oh, yeah.

Lookit.

What's that by the feet?

I don't know.

Fluffy?

Ew!

That must have been
one lonely old lady.

Or one pissed-off poodle.

Okay,

bring it over here.

Let's see
if major Peary is home.

All right.

Casket's metal, boss.

I'm getting some false
signatures, but...

there is definitely something
in there...

and it is not

major Peary.

You can run,
but you cannot hide.

What's up, Jack?

Got a friend that's looking
forward to beating you.

Courtesy of the marines
at the colombian embassy.

His name's Jack canton.

Should be enough to get
the director of the CIA out of bed.

Tired, Kate?

It's 3:00 a.m., Gibbs.

Better get moving, then.

On what?

Need to know
where the newspaper

was published
that was found on Kidwell.

Tonight?

Technically speaking,
it's this morning.

Those marines we were talking
about the other day,

what were they doing
in colombia, Bob?

Well, they were part of
a task force

that was helping the locals

hunt down Carlos morales.

He's the head of
the putumayo drug cartel.

How did they die?

Poisoned.

Insurgents kidnapped them.

We paid the ransom,
but they killed them anyway.

It happens.

How much was the ransom,
Mr. Director?

Two million.

Why?

Was this the agent
responsible for paying it?

And if it is?

We think he kept the money
for himself.

Now he's trying to cover it up.

Those are pretty bold
accusations, agent Gibbs.

You have any proof of this?

Major Peary wasn't
in his grave,

and Kidwell was alive
four days ago.

You tell me, sir.

Where is he now, Bob?

Well, now he's on his way back
to colombia.

Look, if any of this turns out
to be true,

we will handle it.

I do not need NCIS playing
internal affairs for my agency.

Understood.

Go get our marine.

I'd like to officially go on record

as saying

I really, really miss

the gulfstream we took to gitmo.

You hungry, Kate?

Oh...

Oh, Tony,

do I look hungry to you?

Now that you mention it,

you kind of look like...

Tell me that's normal.

Sure.

uh, now

that I'm not so sure about.

Great.

How long till we get to colombia?

Well, it's not long.

Five, six hours, tops.

Okay, is he really sleeping,
or is that just an act?

Oh, he's really sleeping.

How can you tell?

He looks peaceful.

Ah...

morning.

Sleep well?

If by well you mean
violently throwing up all night

and bouncing around
like rag dolls...

Then yeah, boss,
we slept very well.

Thanks for asking.

Oh,

you get used to it.

That's what I'm afraid of.

Sir.

We'll be landing in
about 30 minutes.

Did you hear back from
the embassy yet, staff sergeant?

The marines are expecting you.

They won't let Canton's partner
leave his office until you get there.

Okay.

My compliments to the pilots.

Whatcha looking for, Kate?

Uh,

the ladies' room.

Okay,

the men's room.

There's no men's room.

Well, then how the hell am I
supposed to go to the bathroom?

You're kidding,

right?

No way, forget it.

I can wait.

Great.

Suit yourself.

Damn it.

Where?

Well, if you want some privacy,

probably go down
behind those boxes there.

God, I miss air force one.

What do you mean,
you lost him?

We tracked Canton to
an insurgent camp.

By the time we got there,
he was gone.

What do you think about that, Kate?

You think agent Gonzales here
is working for Canton?

It's possible.

Two million can go
a long way in colombia.

Look, if I was rogue,
you think I'd be sitting in this office,

sweating my ass off, agent Todd?

I don't know.

Let me see your ass.

Look, Canton doesn't even know
we're on to him yet.

He's probably going to walk in
through this door tomorrow.

Yeah, well, that's a good plan,
except by then,

Peary'll probably already be dead.

Newspaper we found on
Kidwell was published in bosa.

That's about ten miles from here.

How many funeral parlors
would you say they have?

What does that have to do
with anything?

Humor us.

That's Canton's car out front.

How'd you know?

Because he embalmed
major Kidwell

when he was still alive.

He's joking, right?

Canton told your agency
the marines were poisoned

two weeks ago?

Yeah, with formaldehyde.

Well, if Peary's body
turns up stabbed,

shot or beaten,
it blows his cover.

And then there's the time of death.

You can't have
two-day-old bodies.

The embalming hides it.
It's a perfect cover-up.

No such thing.

I always knew
he was a sick bastard,

but that's just...

Hey, hold on, Gibbs.

This isn't the U.S. I got to call
the colombians in on this.

Well,

you do that.

Tony, take the front door.

Kate and I will go around back.

Now I know why everyone in the CIA
hates these guys.

Get them out of here.

You ready?

Maybe not.

Grenade!

You okay?

I think so.

Is that my blood?

No.

Gibbs,

I know you're out there.

Answer me,
or I'll pop this marine.

Jack,

it's me, Gonzales.

I'm coming in.

This doesn't concern you,
Gonzales.

I want Gibbs.

Unarmed.

I said Gibbs.

The marine is next.

He dies,

you die.

You don't get past me.

Look, I just want to talk to you, okay?

Why don't I believe that?

From where I'm standing,you don't have much choice.

You want your marine back,

you deal with me.

Okay.

Relax your shoulders.

What's it going to be, Gibbs?

I'm coming in.

$2 million,

and it was all mine,

but you wouldn't let up.

You really think I'm going to
let you walk out of here?

I figured you were going to say that.

I can't believe you trusted me.

You sound just like my ex-wife.

Kick the ball straight.

Watch me kick it.

Who's that?

Daddy.

It's daddy!

Daddy!

Daddy, I missed you!

Daddy, daddy!

Hey,

hey kid.

I really missed you.

Thank you.

Thank you all so much.

Oh, god, what happened
to your ear?

I'll live.

I'm telling you,
that wasn't my fault, Kate.

Oh, so it was mine.

Gibbs saw the whole thing.
Let him decide.

Fine, ask him.

I will.