All language subtitles for NCIS.S09E23_eng

Someone was looking
for Navy secrets.

GIBBS: It's a list.TONY: Of what?

ZIVA:
Every Navy warship

that contains
the faulty wiring.

You find something?

Found an explosive device
hidden on a pallet.

Who put you up to this,
Fullerton?

His name's Harper Dearing.

McGEE:
Harper Dearing.

He's the CEO
of Dorado Hills Investments.

May I help you?Where's Dearing?

We have a warrant
for his arrest.

Look, I haven't seen or heard
from him in over a year.

You said Dearing had a son
that was in the Navy.

Did you get a DNA match?

They found
a familial match.

There is 99.9% probability

that Harper Dearing
is your guy.

Harper Dearing.

Let's go!
We got work to do.

Uh-huh. And then
what happened?

[mumbling]

Ah, you must have
been pretty scared.

How badly
did she hurt you?

[mumbling]

Mmm, you were lucky.

[mumbling]

Yeah, you can
say that again.

Got it.

Oh, yeah, you definitely
fractured your implant.

Looks like a
popcorn kernel.

I can see the pieces.

A popcorn kernel?
Oh, yeah.

Happens all the time.

Most people don't realize
the tensile strength of the...

What's wrong?

This implant
isn't solid.

No wonder you fractured it.

Was that in my tooth?

Wait.

Did somebody bug my mouth?

What did you say you did again?

I had no idea you
were this anal.

Even the inside
has to be cleaned?

No. Line's been staticky.

Think there's dust
on my circuit board.

No room for error this week.

Well, careful
you don't

electrocute yourself
over there.

It's impossible.

System uses
low-voltage DC current.

It's interesting-- you seem
proud to know this information.

He's... he's back.

How many bodies
did you say you found?

Now, calm down.
Tell me again,

what floor was
the explosion on?

I thought I heard it ring.

Oh, come on.

You guys, just give me one hint

as to what Abby
has planned.

It is my bachelor party, okay?

I've got a right to know.

Sorry. She swore
us to secrecy,

and she scares me more than you.

God.

Think I made a big mistake
making her my best man.

Relax, Jimmy.
Everything's fine.

Just make sure
you're up on your

hepatitis vaccinations.Hepatitis?

And get a good pair
of knee pads.

And a good helmet.

[laughing]

You guys are messing with me.

Are we? Two words.

Abby Sciuto.

What is Abby
planning?

You know, I'm still
not really sure.

But maybe Ziva knows.

Ziva,

what is Abby
planning?

I have a statement
from the dentist

and the evidence.

Agent Gibbs, I have
no clue what's going on,

but I can assure you...You better hope you can.

Hey.

Stay.

I called Gibbs.
He called Ziva.
And?

And I think I'm in
a lot of trouble.

It's definitely
some kind

of acoustic
listening device.

Somebody thinks Dorneget's
more interesting than we do.

ZIVA: Agent Dorneget
said the implant

had been there
for years.
DUCKY:
Never.

That device wouldn't last
more than a couple of months

in a place as inhospitable
as the human mouth.

GIBBS: He have any work
done recently?

ZIVA: Actually, two weeks ago.
Dorneget's regular dentist

called and said there was
a recall on his implant

and that it needed
to be replaced.

GIBBS: Did he?ZIVA: Yes, and then, yesterday,

that replacement
was knocked loose by...

Popcorn kernel.

I can see the pieces.

He tried to go back
to see his dentist,

but he wouldn't
return his calls.

The plot thickens.

ZIVA: So he went to
see a new dentist,

and he discovered the...
[clicks tongue] bug.

Can you trace
the signal, Abbs?

ABBY: A unit that small
would be really short-range.

It probably used
Dorneget's cell phone

as a booster.

I'll have to look.

Holy molar!

What?

Graphene.

That's the
electrical source.

And it looks
like it's acting

as a piezoelectric substrate.

It's genius.

If you say so.

Piezoelectricity
is the conversion

of pressure
into an electric current.

So, every time
Dorneget would chew...

The pressure on the graphene
charged the battery.

It's brilliant.

Someone should
patent this.

Maybe somebody did.

I like how you think.

Got a hit.

Patent was filed for
18 months ago.

By who?

Harper Dearing.

Oh, dear.

The newest addition
on our Most Wanted Wall.

And I just got my blood pressure
under control.

McGEE: Harper Dearing,
61 years old.

CEO of a multinational
venture capital group

headquartered out of Virginia.

That is, of course,
his day job.

TONY:
He's been very busy

building up
a new résumé.

First, he burns
down warehouses.

ZIVA: Then almost blows up
two Navy ships.

Then he steals
Dorneget's molar.

We're looking for him;
he's watching us.

ZIVA: If Dearing
wanted to keep an eye

on our investigation,

then why bug
a probationary agent?

McGEE:
Dorneget's a floater

in every department,
and he's a talker.

If Dearing had bugged Gibbs...

RYAN:
All he'd hear

is wood being sanded.

Hi.

Something told me
you could use my help.

So I brought some.

Ah.

You're wondering
how I knew.

A girl's gotta have
her secrets.

Mine is: I can read your mind.

RYAN:
So, since our

CEO-turned-terrorist
has gone MIA,

his company's been
run by its president,

a man named
Vincent Maple.

Wink.

Go for it.

Oh, yeah. Sorry.

RYAN:
I brought you NSA intercepts

of Dearing's
last communications

with Maple
from a year ago.

Thought they might help.

DiNozzo, Ziva,
talk to Maple.

See if there's been
any new contact.

McGee...I'll pick up the dentist

that put in Dorneget's
fake tooth. On it.

GIBBS:
How'd you know?

Fine, you big baby.

DoD flagged Abby's search
of the patent office.

Dearing's public
enemy number one.

We're all
looking for him.

Could have told me.

Yeah... where's
the fun in that?

Stick around, Doc.

I think you could end
up being helpful.

Yeah, I already
cleared it with SECNAV.

Hey, I told you
I could read your mind.

MAPLE: I don't care what customs says.

No, we need those containers
on the shipping platform ASAP.

Call me back to confirm.

Sorry to keep you waiting.

We heard.And I already
told NCIS

everything that I
know last week.

I mean...

Yeah, yeah, go for Maple.

He'll call you back.[headset beeps off]

All right, can we just...
can we just make this quick?

You told NCIS,

since Dearing disappeared,

you've been running
the company by yourself.

Yeah, all by myself.

And you have no clue
where he went.

You care to
explain this?

The last e-mail communication

between you and Dearing.

He says, "I am
enjoying a mai tai

on the beach where you and I
had gone surfing."

Seems like a clue to me.

Uh, well, no, not really.
I mean, I didn't mention it

because I had no idea
what he was talking about.

We never went surfing.
I'm not exactly

a beach kind of person.

Sand is itchy.

[chuckling]Guys, look,
I'm cooperating, okay?

He may be my boss,
but I actually have

family serving
on Navy ships right now.

Mm-hmm.

Well, you think
this reference to surfing

might be code?

I... who knows?

I mean, look, Dearing
had been saying odd things

for months
before he disappeared.

Uh...

I think he might be losing it.

I think that boat
has already sailed.

"Ship," but yeah.

Close.

I'm Special Agent Gibbs.

And I'm here to tell
if you're lying.

Am I under arrest?

Why? Should you be?
No.

But your agents didn't say
what you wanted to talk about.

It's funny you didn't ask.

He a patient of yours?

Um, I'm sorry--
I can't discuss that.

Doctor-patient
confidentiality.

Waiver.

Yes, uh, he's a patient.

I replaced a molar
implant of his,

uh, two weeks ago.

I had some concerns
about sterility issues

with the manufacturer and
was just being cautious.

You aware that your
replacement implant

had a bug in it?

[laughs]

No.

He's lying.

No, I'm not.

Suppose you don't know
who he is, either.

No, I've never seen
him before in my life.

Lying.
I'm not lying.

Look, Ned was
a patient.

I replaced an implant--
end of story.

Now, I don't know anything
about any... any bugs.

I certainly don't know
who that is.

[knocking on door,
door opens]

Sorry to interrupt.

There's a call for Dr. Berman.

Take a message.

Um, boss, it's Dearing.

He's on the screen
in MTAC.

Let's go.

Hello, Dr. Berman.

You recognize him now?

I, um... [chuckles]

No point in lying now, Doctor.

You have my permission
to tell NCIS

whatever they want to hear.

Your cooperation may well carry
some weight with the judge.

How gracious.

I try to be considerate,
Dr. Ryan.

Mark Twain said,
"Always do right.

This will gratify some people
and astonish the rest."

Is that why you called?

To quote Twain
to your dentist?

Agent Gibbs,
nice to finally meet you.

No, I did not call

specifically to speak
to Dr. Berman.

I called specifically
to speak with you.

RYAN:
About?

It's important to know
thy enemy, don't you think?

I'm not your enemy.

[Dearing chuckling]

Says the man who'd certainly
kill me if he had the chance.

Turn yourself in.

Nobody else
needs to die.

Well, that's where
you're wrong, Agent.

People die for a cause
every minute of every day.

RYAN:
These are innocent

Navy personnel being targeted.

Explain the cause.

Ask Agent Gibbs.

After all,
this is all his fault.

I called because I think
you should know that.

[indistinct conversations,
scanners blipping]

What did we miss?I don't know,

but looks like Dorneget's
about to wet my chair.

RYAN: Now, you're sure
you didn't discuss

any classified material

in the last two weeks?No.

Wait.

Is that a trick question?

No, she didn't
ask one yet.

Maybe that's the trick.

How'd Dearing know
the dentist was here?

[sighs]

We're sweeping
the entire building

for more bugs, Agent Gibbs.I want to know

how Dearing punched
through MTAC's firewall.

ZIVA:
Dearing was in MTAC?

Oh, yeah, bigger than hell.

Dorneget,
get out of here.

Did you learn anything
from Maple?

Well, Dearing's nuts.

RYAN:
Not nuts.

Just a sociopathic,
paranoid narcissist.

JIMMY: I don't know
why Abby asked you

what kind of tattoo I want.

I'm not getting
a tattoo, Breena. I...

Did you say dragon?

Because a dragon
would be kind of cool.

Boss, talked to the dentist.

Did he talk back?
He sang
like a canary

after the call to Dearing.

Did he admit to
bugging Dorneget?
Yeah.

But he claims
that he was forced to.

He said one of Dearing's guys
roughed him up.

Told him
if he didn't

implant the bug,
they'd kill him.

Dearing paid him for
his troubles, though--

ten grand in cash.

You get a description?Even better.

DiNozzo, BOLO.On it.

Ziva, get down to Abby.

Give her the money.

See if she can
pull prints off it.

Hey.

No matter what
Dearing said,

you know this isn't
your fault, right?

Yeah, yeah, I know.

Unfortunately,
I get the sense

that Dearing actually
believes it.

Hey.

I know.

[panting]

Hi, Abby.

Hi, Jimmy.

So, I was just thinking

that with all of this stuff
that's going on right now,

maybe tomorrow night
isn't such a good idea.

We're not canceling
your bachelor party.

What? No, no, no.

Who said cancel?I already
put down

a nonrefundable deposit
on 50 gallons

of scented body lotion, so...

Just, uh... just postpone

for a long, long...
long time.

Or longer.

Look.

I know, with
ships blowing up

and a crazy terrorist
on the loose,

that it seems like the worst
possible time for a party.

Yes, I couldn't
agree more.

But if there's one thing
that we've learned

working around
all this death,

is that life must go on.

Right, and, uh...

what exactly does life
going on entail exactly?

With details.

Just trust me.

It'll be a night
that you'll never forget.

Assuming you don't
have some sort

of head trauma
with memory loss or...

Okay, oh, just...
the joke is over.

The joke is over!

I need to know what
you have planned

for my bachelor party.

No, you want to know.

If you needed
to know,

I would tell you.

[computer beeping]
I...
Hold that thought.

I got a hit on my facial
recognition program.

Bachelor party or case?

Case.
Thank God.

I've been running
Dearing's face

against every database
I can think of.

Like, traffic lights,
airport cameras.

He's been laying
low, but I thought,

if I could find out
where he's been...

You might find out
where he went.

So, where's he been?

Jimmy!

That's a Navy Yard camera.

Dearing was on the Navy Yard?

No, not "was."

That's a live feed.

Dearing is
on the Navy Yard.

Right now.

TONY: That's right, a total lockdown.

Every gate, window
and access tunnel.

Start a perimeter search--
two-man teams.

TONY: Probably armed,
definitely dangerous.

OFFICER:
Armed and dangerous. Yes,sir.

[siren whoops]And we'll find him.
He couldn't have gone that far.

GIBBS: Far enough. He didn't
come here to get caught.

Anybody got anything?

OFFICER: Sir, all stations
report no sightings.

Continuing the lockdown
and search.

Ziva.
Dearing signed in

at the walk-in gate
as a civilian contractor.

He had all the
necessary credentials.

Not hard for a guy like him.ZIVA:
The guard says

he left almost immediately
after he arrived.

Did he bring anything in
with him?

Just a briefcase.

McGee, let's see the tape.
Dorneget.

Supervise a sweep of
the surrounding area.

TONY:
He wanted us to see him.

ZIVA: Ryan did say
he was a narcissist.

McGEE:
Could be a contact poison.

Or another bug.

Boss?

That looks
just like...

ZIVA:
Is that your boat?

Yep.

Right down to the spade rudder.

RYAN:
You know he's just trying

to get inside your head,

throw you
off-balance.

Noticed.

You know,
I got to admit,

I kind of like
his style.

Well...

that's because it's yours.

Let's see.

Either of us having any luck?

No.

Nope, solid as a rock.

Which is a compliment to rocks.

Need to know
what's making this guy tick.

What's his endgame?

Of course you do.

Luckily,
that's my specialty.

You know Dearing had a son
in the Navy, right?

Yeah.

Yeah, he was killed
in a suicide attack

on board ship while
it was in port.

Already looked
into it.

That's not
the whole story.

There was a defect
in an early warning system.

Could have
stopped the attack.

The Navy was in the middle
of replacing it

on dozens of ships, but...

But we were also
in the middle of a war.

Mm-hmm. Only so much
they could do.

My guess is,
Dearing doesn't see it that way.

So this is about payback?

Yeah, in a way.

I mean,
all his attacks

have exploited flaws
in the fleet.

I think, in his mind,

Dearing is trying
to teach the Navy a lesson.

By killing more sailors?

[laughs] Look, DiNozzo
said it-- he's nuts.

And obsessed.

That's why I think
he's fixated on you.

Aside from your handsomeness.

Every hero

needs a bad guy.

And since
you're seemingly

in charge
of the investigation...

I'm the black hat.

I think so.

I-I... it's thin.

I'm working on it,
but, uh...

I'd be careful, Gibbs.

I mean, the fact that Dearing
has gotten this close

suggests he's got
something cooking.

Something more substantial.

How long you
know about this?

Oh, I know about a lot
of things, Agent Gibbs.

I share them when I think
they're relevant.

Who decides that?

[laughs]

You are sounding
like a broken record.

I would just like
some straight answers

to straight questions.

Like you to turn
it off for once.

Well, it's, uh...

it's not as easy
as you make it sound.

[laughs] They may be
mind games to you,

but my work is no game.

Do you turn it off
when you come home, Gibbs?

I've been in your basement.

You don't turn anything off.

You marinate in it.

You want me to let you in?

Then let me in.

[phone ringing]

Yeah, it's Gibbs.

TONY:
Hi, boss.

I didn't interrupt
anything, did I?

Pretend I didn't ask.

What, DiNozzo?

BOLO came back on the guy

who blackmailed
Dorneget's dentist.

Local LEO found the car.

Boss?

Saved by the cell.

TONY:
Telling you,

Ryan was there.

ZIVA:
So what if she was?

I was happy to gossip

when things were just
getting started,

but now that they are a...
a couple,

I think we should just back off.

How are you
not interested

in other people's
private lives?

Okay, DiNozzo...

What do you got?

The vehicle is registered to
a man named Frederick Fountain.

TONY:
He's a cop.

Well, ex-cop.

Was kicked off
the force for...

taking bribes.

[sniffs] Uh... he
served some time.

[Tony sniffing]

What?
Nothing.

It's just that
you smell like...

someone that isn't...

...you.

Um, did I mention he
served a little time?

Yep, and he's about
to serve some more.

ZIVA:
Uh-oh.

He made us.

Federal Agent! Freeze!

Was it something we said?

You're under arrest--I don't care!

We just gotta
get out of here.

What's the rush, Fred?Look, I'll tell you

anything you
want to know.

I'll tell you
about the next attack.

Just get me the hell out of...

[gunfire]

If ever there
was a time

for the dead to talk,
it would be now.

I heard he said something
about an attack.

Yes, but unfortunately,

he was a tad short
on details.

Yeah, speaking
of details, uh,

has Abby mentioned anything
to you about my bachelor party?

Mr. Palmer,
this is hardly the time.

You're right.

Of course. I-I'm sorry.
I just, uh...

Besides, all I know
is that she asked

to borrow the autopsy rotary saw
for tomorrow night.

The one with the 15-foot cord?

No, 20.

She said 15 wouldn't
be long enough.

Tell me you
got something, Duck.

Yes, unfortunately, I do.

Abby found some rather
disturbing physical evidence.

Traces of an
explosive from a swab

I took from under our
guest's fingernail.

RDX?

Yeah, that's disturbing.

That's a very powerful
explosive.

I shudder to think
of the damage it could do.

He was going to tell us.

Yes, I read
the report.

Someone made sure he didn't.

A very elusive someone.

You find the bullet?
No.

Killer used a frangible round.

It shattered on impact.No brass, either.

Nothing to trace,
which was the point.

It reminds me of a
story of German spies

behind enemy lines
in World War II.

They traveled in pairs,
using the buddy system.

In the event of capture,

their orders
were to kill their buddy

to prevent him from talking.

Well, if that was the plan,
it worked.

Oh, but the dead
do still speak.

Mr. Palmer.

I took that from
Mr. Fountain's forearm.

Look familiar?

Come on, Duck.
You can't be serious.

Very.

I'm pretty sure it's another
Watcher Fleet microchip.

And judging by the
surrounding tissue,

it was only
recently put in.

Put in for what?

Well, I imagine

that would depend
on what's on it.

No, we haven't I.D.'d a target.ZIVA:
All we know

is RDX might be involved
in the attack.

TONY: Yeah, I think
bomb-sniffing dogs

would be
a good idea, too.

Alarm bell has
been sounded.

I sent everything we have
to Director Vance in Prague.

It's a good time to be
at a NATO security conference.

ZIVA:
Though there's not much

anyone can do
without more information.

McGee?

Well, I've confirmed
that this is, in fact,

a Watcher Fleet
microchip.

It's actually the
exact same one

we pulled out of
Agent Levin's arm.

How'd Dearing get one?TONY: Well, he
must have bought it.

We know Cole and Latham
were selling it

to the highest bidder.

That was almost a year ago.

ZIVA: Among other things,
the chips revealed

vulnerabilities
in our naval fleet.

Now that we have one,
we may have

a better idea
what Dearing is targeting.

McGEE: Well, we would,
except all that

information's
been erased.
What was on it?

It's hard to tell.
It's in code.

Encrypted?
No. More like
the second set of books

that a front company might use
when doing something illegal.

TONY: That's a lot
of dollar signs.

McGEE: There's a huge
sum of money involved,

all of it coming
from Dearing's company.

There's also what
looks like purchases

of specialized
machining equipment

and raw materials.

He's building something.

I doubt it's a Cuisinart.

What is that number?

It appears repeatedly.

McGEE: Yeah, I think
it has something

to do with
the shipping manifest.

I'm not
exactly sure.

I'm not really
sure of any

of it, to be
honest with you.

Send it to Ryan.

Tell her to bring a hard copy
to Maple's office.

MAPLE:
It's unbelievable.

This is just unbelievable.

Huh?

No, I wasn't talking to you.

Uh, where'd you get all this?

What's unbelievable?

Well, these purchases
are all charged

to our company accounts,

but, uh, we have
no record of any of it.

You're saying
that Dearing

is stealing money
from his own company?

And buying a lot
of equipment with it.

These are all delivery codes
for deep-hole drillers,

bottle borers,
CNC routers.

You were right--
he's building something.

A lot of something.

Any idea what?

Well, I can only think
of two things

with this combination
of machinery.

One, building a fuel

preburner for the space shuttle.

Think we can rule
that out.

And two, making
artillery shells.

Naval artillery shells.

I think we can rule that in.

But why on earth
would Mr. Dearing

be building
naval artillery shells?

What?

No, uh-uh.

No, no, what?No. No, no, no.

No, no, no.
I am not talking

unless you promise not to get
all insularly obsessive

with negativistic
features on me.Are you talking to me?

Look, you can't accuse me
of holding back.

An idea popped in my head.

I am sharing it
with you immediately.

No, actually, you're not.

One of the
vulnerabilities

the Watcher Fleet
microchip exposed

was a tolerance issue
in some of the larger

naval gun barrels
that used RDX as a propellant.

If the shells produced
weren't exactly to spec...

Guns could explode.

Yes, and then some.

Now, you already found RDX
on one of Dearing's men.

If he's building
his own defective shells

and has a way to get them
into the supply chain...

We could take out half our
own fleet during exercises.

Yes.
Let me ask you
something.

You were going to tell me
this if I didn't ask?

What do you think?

Whose side do you think
I'm on, really?

[cell phone beeping]I'm calling Vance.

[sighs]

Exhibit A.

A normal, perfectly constructed
artillery shell.

Exhibit B.

An RDX shell,

which is slightly off spec,
but still within

the supposedly acceptable

tolerance limits.

Boom.
Ouch.

This is all going to be blamed
on me and my bad teeth.

I know Agent Gibbs is
just biding his time

before he sends
me to Gitmo.

No, he's not.

He knows that you're
the victim in this.

And in about
one minute,

he'll know
that you're the hero.What?

He's coming
down here now?

But we haven't told
him what we found.

But we don't have to.
He's that good.

No, no.

Ah-ah-ah.

You're that good, too.

This is your breakthrough.

You should be the
one to tell him.

Tell me what?

Uh...

Uh, when I was doing
some menial data entry

on a report, I noticed
that the microchip

Dr. Mallard removed from
Freddie Fountain's arm

contained a private
decryption key.

You don't know what that is.

I don't care what that is.

Right, of course.

Well, think of it
as a regular key

and the call from Dearing
to MTAC as a lock

that we couldn't open.

So...

You used the microchip
to trace Dearing's call to MTAC.

Exactly.
Why didn't you
just say so?

In retrospect,
I wish I had.

ABBY:
We got the number

to the cell phone
that was used

to initiate
Dearing's video call.

It's unregistered.

Unfortunately,
we'll have to wait

for Dearing
to call again

before...
we can get a location.

I can't believe
I didn't think of that.

DEARING:
Hello, Agent Gibbs.

I'm impressed.

This must mean you found
a microchip. Very good.

I know about your son.

Yeah?
What do you think you know?

He was a sailor.

Proud of his country.

I wonder what
he would feel

about what you're
doing now.

What I'm doing needs to be done.

A few must be sacrificed
for the cause.

The greater good demands it.

So, what good could
come out of this cause?

You're paying attention, Agent.

How's that for a start?

You're all finally
paying attention.

So, tell me
what you want.

I want to hear about your cause.

You've seen the effects.

The cause will reveal itself
soon enough.

Got it.

54728 Donovan Street.

54728?

That's the same number
from the shipping manifest.

It was an address.

It's where the
equipment's being sent.

We got Dearing's
bomb factory.

Go get him, Gibbs!

McGEE: Remember,
watch your fire.

If they're building
munitions in there,

we don't want
to set any off.

ZIVA:
NCIS! Freeze!

Nobody move.

Well, this is anticlimactic.

McGEE:
Where's all the equipment?

It was supposed to be here.

Well, it's not, McGee.

Well, something must be here.

[man humming]

MAN:
♪ Your kisses smell so good

♪ Yeah, when you kiss me

[man humming]

♪ Why don't you
kiss me? ♪

NCIS.

Can I help you?

Do you know this man?

DiNozzo.

With pleasure, boss.

Yakov Smirnoff is processed
and waiting in interrogation.

GIBBS:
Let him wait.

We definitely had
the right building, boss.

The equipment
was sent there.

Where is it?

Maybe Dearing found out
we were coming

and cleared it all out.

No way.
Wasn't enough time.

Maybe he's done
with it already.

If he has already
finished building

his defective
artillery shells...

He could have
already slipped them

into the supply chain.

McGEE: That's a lot
of ships, boss.

Ziva, update Naval Sea
Systems Command. McGee.

I'll call Director Vance
and SECNAV,

tell them they need to cancel
any naval exercises planned.

DiNozzo.

Yakov Smirnoff, aka...

Ghenna Kozlov.

Russian immigrant,
father of three.

Pays his taxes,
no record.

Apparently,

he likes bingo.

He's our best lead
to Dearing,

but look at him.

There's no there-there.

DiNozzo, he was
found pushing a cart

with a million
bucks on it.

[chuckling]:
Yeah.

Come on. There's
something there.

You have to believe me.

I had no idea
what's inside that case.

[laughs]
Yeah, you said that.

If I did, do you think
I will be working

as a night watchman
for minimum wage?

[laughs]

I-I mean, I'm not saying

I would have taken
the money, okay?

Except you just did.

How long you been working
at that warehouse?

Uh, about a year.

An agency hired me.

Get any deliveries?

Like this?

No, never.

My job is to keep eye
on the warehouse.

Once a month,
truck deliver a small case.

I have never
opened them.

I had no idea
what's inside.

I just hold it,
then wait.

Another truck comes,

picks it up, and that's it.

Trucks, huh?
I didn't see any trucks.

So, where were you
going with it?

I received a text
on my work cell.

It told me to deliver the case
to address on M Street tonight.

To who?

It didn't say.

It just said a limousine
will be waiting.

Get any other texts
like that, Ghenna?

No, never.

McGee.

Night watchman's cell.

Trace the last text.

We got Dearing on the run.

He's changing his routine,
trying to get

his money out.
Well, he's been

one step ahead of us
from the beginning,

and he sure doesn't
need the money. McGee?

The cell only received one text.

Who?
It's not from
the number

you called Dearing
at before.

He disconnected that cell
as soon as he hung it up.

I'm sure he's got
more than one.

McGEE:
Looks like he does.

This new cell is registered

to a holding company
in his firm's name.

[laughs] Gotcha.

Night watchman
was supposed to meet a limo.

Sounds like
gazillionaire wheels to me.

ZIVA: Just got off the phone
with Director Vance.

He's en route to DC.

Should be landing
within the hour.

He alert the fleet?

Yes. Navy canceled
all planned war games.

What's our
war game, boss?

We are going to let the night
watchman deliver the money.

A sting.

I like it.

But M Street's
going to be pretty bananas

with all those coeds
running around, post finals.

You guys are going

to stick out like
a sore thumb.

I usually fit
right in, but...

We're going to have to cancel
Jimmy's bachelor party.

JIMMY:
What?

That's fine.
That's fine.

No problem.
No problem at all.

ABBY:
There you are.

I have been looking
all over for you.

Abby, did you hear?
The, uh... the party...

the party's been canceled.
I... [sighs]

Oh, well, right?

What can we do?

What?

The party's canceled?

No.

GIBBS:
No.

Actually, it's not.

[laughter, music playing]

McGEE:
With his finger!

JIMMY:
He didn't do that!

He did not do...

No, no, no, I've had enough.
I've had enough.

I've had enough.
I've had enough.Yes, you can't stop drinking it

until he misses.Okay.

[laughing]

JIMMY:
Okay, okay.

I'm watching.
I'm watching.

Oh, come on, Leroy!

Oh!

Sniper!

DORNEGET:
Oh, three in a row!
Nice.

Wow.

Give me a sitrep.DORNEGET:
It's really smooth.

Our Russian is doing fine.

The drop is set.

GIBBS:
Copy that.

It is quiet.

No sign of the limo.

Keep me posted.

[slurring, stammering]

In all seriousness,
in all seriousness,

I'm going to talk because,

let's be honest,
this is about me right now.

[laughter]

I'm really happy
that you guys are here tonight.

As... as
Nathaniel Hawthorne

once said of marriage,

"Let man tremble

at the hand of woman for..."

Blah, blah, blah,
alcohol is fun.

[laughter]

I thought you said
this was apple juice.

I even watered it down.

JIMMY: You guys,
I want to sing.

I want to sing.
Who wants to sing with me?

Who wants...
I want to sing.

McGEE:
Look sharp.

Ziva.

I see it.

GIBBS [over radio]:
Okay, let's move.

Now. Move.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Come on.
Here we go.

This place is dead, anyway.

It's dead.
We're going on a bar crawl!

We're going on
a bar crawl!

Oh, pop quiz--
who here is my best friend?

I would say I have
a best friend, but I don't.

Tonight, I have
four best friends.

So, "Puff the
Magic Dragon,"

barber shop
quartet style.

Are you doing low,
or am I going low?

[laughter]
GIBBS:
Move, move, move!

Move, move, move!Oh, this is getting real.

This is getting real.
This is real.

NCIS! Hands in the air!

TONY: Opening the
door, Dearing.

No sudden moves.

Boss, it's not Dearing.

It's Vincent Maple.

No bags, a fake I.D.
and a one-way ticket to Morocco.

Perhaps because they do not have

an extradition treaty
with the U.S.?

I want to
make a deal.

Yeah, I bet you do.

We do not make deals
with terrorists.

What?

Where's Dearing?

I don't know.

How long have you
been working together?

We're not.

Look, I had nothing
to do with any of that.

I told you I would help you
find Dearing, and I meant it.

Okay? I really do have family
serving on Navy ships.

What was all the equipment for?

Not without a deal.

Good luck at the
military tribunal, pal.

[sighs]

Wait.

There was no equipment.

Go on.

And there was no secret,
off-the-books project.

It was just a dummy account
that I had set up.

Why?

[sighs]

To siphon money
out of Dearing's company.

I had the cash
delivered

to the warehouse
as accounts payable,

and then laundered
to my overseas account.

I was embezzling--
that's it.

And Dearing wasn't involved?Not in the slightest.

ZIVA:
You told us he was

building faulty
artillery.
No, I did not.

That was Dr. Ryan's theory,
not mine.

I just let you run with it.

You were sitting there
holding a copy

of my entire
embezzling blueprint.

What choice did I have?

The choice not to
be a criminal.

[sighs]

The real question you guys
should be asking is:

How'd you get
a copy of my books?

We got the cooked books
from the microchip

inside Dearing's henchman.

Freddie Fountain.

On a hunch,
we went back to the BOLO

that I.D.'d his car.

Found something
interesting.

It was an
anonymous tip.

TONY:
Good guess, boss.

Someone wanted us
to find Fountain.

Abby's tracing the call now.ABBY:
Traced it.

Our tipster was none other
than Harper Dearing.

It's the same cell that
led us to the warehouse.

Dearing ratted out
his own man?

He wanted us to find
the cooked books.

He wanted us
to find the warehouse.

Okay, that's not
my department,

but if any of you
see Jimmy,

can you tell him that your
little op doesn't count?

We still have plans,

even if it's just
the two of us.

Dearing must have
found out

that Maple
was embezzling from him

and used it to send us
on a wild-goose chase.

He was just trying
to distract us.

Distract us from what?

Mm-hmm. Yes, Admiral.

My... my team is working
directly with NCIS.

[chuckling]:
Y-Yes.

Agent Gibbs is, uh...

quite interesting.

Oh, I have a couple stories
of my own.

Uh-huh.

Bye-bye.

Admiral Davis, an old friend.

So, heard
about Maple.

I thought we were so close.

Want to go grab a beer
and... and go over it?

No.
Oh.

I can see those Gibbsian wheels
a-turnin' even from here.

What's up?

The defective
artillery theory.

That one was yours.

Yeah, yeah, it was.

I was wrong-- again.

[sighs]

Thanks for reminding me.

This is the point
where you usually say,

you know, "We're all human.

Everyone makes mistakes."

That what it was, Doc?
A mistake?

[laughing]

Oh, what exactly are you
accusing me of, Agent Gibbs?

I don't know.

Have you lost your mind?

I don't know.

Why do you keep
saying that?

Because I don't know!

With everybody else,
Doc, I know,

but with you...

God, I'm trying here!

Oh, and for an
introverted,

intuitive feeler
like you,

this must be intolerable.Why do you always

have to talk like this?Like what?

Why can't you just be
like a regular person?

Like a person?Like a normal person.

Like a human.

This from the man
who doesn't talk.

[cell phone buzzing]

[phone beeps]

What is it?

It's got to be
from Dearing.

He wrote his
college thesis on chess.

Something must
have happened.

[line ringing]

Boss.DiNozzo, what's
going on?

I was just about to
call you. So you heard?

I heard what?

ZIVA:
Just got off the phone

with Director Vance's
security detail.

He insisted
on driving home

by himself,
but he never made it.

He's disappeared, boss.

ZIVA:
They have no idea where he is.

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