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ANNOUNCER:
Previously on NCIS:

[THUNDER CRASHES]

Bye, Mike.

[GUNFIRE]

Ziva, I have to work
outside the country.

For how long?

[GUNSHOT]

- Levin.
EJ: Before Dr. Mallard

begins the autopsy,
I'd like a moment to pay my respects.

I'm giving my resignation
to the president as soon as this is over.

Director Vance,
I'm authorizing Agent DiNozzo access

to sensitive,
compartmented information.

None of your team members
need to know. Is that clear?

Clay, I'm a little concerned.

"Secretary Jarvis"
when we're talking shop.

Take a look.

That's who you're handling.

- Hey, I came as soon as I could.
- Yeah, sorry it's late.

Status?

He was found unconscious.

Single gunshot wound
to the chest, concussion.

I assume he defended himself.

Got off two rounds.

- So he shot the son of a bitch?
- Maybe.

- What does maybe mean?
- Maybe means maybe.

There was a lot of blood left behind.
The shooter's body was gone.

- You want me to talk to him?
- Yeah.

Gibbs, not that I don't love
a good monosyllabic conversation.

It's oddly endearing.

It's just that it's after midnight,
I'm a little fuzzy.

- Talk to him about what?
- You're the doc, doc.

I got you some coffee.

Ah.

Dr. Kate's, uh, sister, huh?

Surprise, surprise.
What are you doing here?

Can I get you something
from the bar?

Little, uh, appletini or lime Jell-O shots.
Those are good.

Well, it's good to see you haven't lost
your sense of humor, Agent DiNozzo.

I thought you said he was shot.

Yeah. I didn't say
they were successful.

I'm gonna let you two talk.

I'm not dead.

[TONY CHUCKLES]

Looks like the vest saved your life.

You could say I'm well-invested.
In vest we trust. Ha, ha.

Go vest, young man.

[TONY CHUCKLES]

You fired two rounds from your gun.

Casings were recovered,
slugs weren't.

There was blood at the scene,
but no body.

I ain't got nobody.

Are you done?

- Done with what?
- The nervous responses.

I guess I'm a little rattled.

Acknowledgment is the first step
to recovery.

We're making some progress.

So who'd you shoot, Agent DiNozzo?

You got pizza, boss?

Something wrong?

It's not yours.

You shot another NCIS agent?

I...

I need your help.

I don't know.

I can't remember any of it.

Sure you should be walking around,
DiNozzo?

He hasn't stopped fidgeting
since I got here.

I do have some stuff on my mind.

There's an epiphany.

I remember...

I had orders.

From whom?

- SECNAV.
- I didn't ask you.

I'm trying to help here.

You can't remember
who the badge belongs to?

[SIGHS]

I have no idea.

Is the rest of your team
accounted for, Gibbs?

GIBBS: It's the middle of the night.
I'm waiting.

You discharged your weapon
at someone, Tony.

That's not to be taken lightly.

Who was it?

I'd tell you if I could.

He's blocked it.

Short-term memory loss
is a protective response to trauma.

We know Agent DiNozzo
has killed before,

but if he ended the life
of another NCIS agent,

someone close,

in addition to the concussion,
that would explain the lapse.

It's temporary?

Most likely.

- Sorry, boss. I was following orders.
- Not following my orders.

- That's not fair, Gibbs.
- It's the truth.

You know, Agent DiNozzo and I
need a little time alone.

Would you mind?

Hey, knock yourself out.

No pun intended.

Okay, now, where were we?

Tell me about your assignment.

From the beginning.

[TONY GRUNTS]

- You ever play golf before, DiNozzo?
- Ha, ha.

Of course, Mr. Secretary.

Yeah, you know, as a kid,
with my father, on holiday.

That explains a lot.

It's a game about patience.
Taking every element into account.

Just when you think you're in control,
you're not.

Gonna talk in metaphor
for the rest of the round, sir?

If so,
I'm gonna need a few more beers.

[CHUCKLES]

You shoot from the hip.

That's part of the reason
I chose you

- for this assignment.
- What's the other part?

You know what it takes
to be a good agent.

You don't mind
getting your hands dirty.

In that respect,
NCIS has been good for you.

- Been?
- Well, no disrespect to Director Vance

or Agent Gibbs,
but we have a situation,

and it's our job to deal with it.

Well, I'm sure the rest of the team
could be helpful, sir.

I didn't ask the rest of the team,
DiNozzo. I asked you.

You saw the photo.

You know who the problem is.
Make it happen.

CRANSTON: And did your team suspect
that you were on a secret assignment?

TONY:
No, not at first.

Just business as usual.

McGEE:
Another e-mail to Ray?

I know he's on a classified mission
and that he is busy.

I also know that if he reads an e-mail,
it could risk disclosing his location.

- But?
- But just because I write them

does not mean he has to read them.
Unless he's on a secure system.

Then they will, perhaps,
make him smile.

I think I got something
that's gonna make you smile, Ziver.

[ZIVA GASPS]

Congratulations.
You're now a journeyman agent.

My probation is officially over?

Done and done.

Congrats, Special Agent David.

I will carry this
with tremendous pride.

Carry what?
Ray's stones in a mason jar?

Aw, probie no more.

Good for you.

Who am I gonna pick on now?

I'm sure you will find something else
to pick on me about.

In the meantime, Tony,
we are now equals.

Equals, huh?
Careful what you ask for.

Tonight we should all go out
and celebrate.

You mean a wetting down?

No, there is no wedding.

I mean, Palmer's not getting married
till next spring.

It's called a "wetting down," David.
Means you're paying.

Oh, then we should go
somewhere fun.

I know a fun gaming lounge.

3D PS2 on a 60-inch plasma.

Or not.

And what do you think, Tony?

I'll take a rain check.
I got some homework.

But, uh, you have some fun, David.
You've earned it.

How's your vision, DiNozzo?

Twenty/twenty, boss. Why?

Oh, Vance tells me
Jarvis needs your help.

Better keep your eyes open.

Back of my head, as always, boss.
Learned from the best.

You haven't learned everything.
I'd have told him to forget it.

- What do you know about Jarvis?
- Smart.

Seems like he means business.

You trust him?

Don't we have to?

[TONY CHUCKLES]

You know, I became a cop
because I thought the lines were clear.

- Good and bad, right and wrong.
- Let me guess. The lines blur?

Funny how that happens.

You gonna tell me
what's on your mind?

Just doing my job, boss.

MAN [ON PA]: Shooters,
you may commence firing.

Just doing my job.

Walk me through what happened
from the end of May to now.

Hmm.

I was given an order
to handle a situation.

And by "handle,"
you mean kill someone?

If it came down to that, yeah.

Taking a life is a lot of responsibility.

Do you consider yourself
an accountable person?

[TONY SIGHS]

Very.

And yet, this happened.

How did the order present itself?

Through a...

Through a photograph.

Of whom?

Well, sweetheart,
if I could remember that,

we wouldn't be here, would we?

- I'm not your sweetheart. Try harder.
- I am trying.

I know there's probably something
you're not mentioning.

Try again, Tony. I know you can.

- You don't know anything about me.
- Oh, actually, I know quite a lot.

From Kate to Jeanne Benoit

to the complexities of your relationship
with Agent David.

Don't think I had forgotten
about that kid in Baltimore, either.

I need to know what I did.

Then let's start with the photo.

I just...

I destroyed it.

Destroying pictures
from your dirty collection?

Hmm. Well,
Miss-Shiny-New-Badge-of-Courage,

the answer to that is no.

Unlike you, flashing your new badge
at every Tom, Dick and Joe Friday

who's willing to look,
I've been doing my job.

What job is that?

Rumor has it
you've been given a new assignment.

Will you be traveling soon?

Well, I have put in some time
for my vacation.

You never know,
maybe our paths will cross.

TONY:
Ah.

Where you going?
You know, there's a new app

that tells you where every
Cracker Barrel in the country is.

I'm going to Central America
to meet an old friend.

Central America.

That's nice. The land of tropical
martinis and string bikinis.

Tell me, does Cl-Ray know
about this old friend?

It is a woman, Tony.
She is someone very dear to me

and, uh, I need her advice.
Ray has nothing to worry about.

[CLEARS THROAT]

I do not know
what you are investigating

and I do not need to know,

but ever since we lost Levin
and Franks,

and EJ left,

NCIS has been through a lot.

We have been through a lot.

We need some time.

We? As in you and me?

That's not what I meant.

Oh.

Well, what did you mean then, Ziva?

All I'm saying is,

look out for yourself.

Please?

CRANSTON: You must have sensed
that they were concerned about you.

TONY:
I'm sure they were.

Everyone was in the dark,
trying to put the puzzle together.

Something is gnawing at me, Jethro,

and as you know,
I am not one to gnaw.

Well, shoot, Duck. What is it?

Well, you, your agents, Abby,
even Director Vance

we work together as a cohesive unit.

We have no secrets from one another
because there cannot be any.

That is why we succeed.

Well, yeah,
that's why it works, Duck.

- So?
- Well, I noticed something

when I did Agent Levin's autopsy.

A small postmortem incision
made with a nonsurgical blade.

You saying that someone else cut him
other than you?

I took the liberty of downloading
the autopsy security images

from the day that Levin was killed.

Special Agent Barrett asked
for time alone with the body

so she could say her goodbyes.

That's a hell of a goodbye, Duck.

She cut him with her pocketknife.

Yes. It seems that EJ and you
share an affinity

for retractable weaponry.

She taking something
out of his arm?

Yes. That's what astounded me.

Agent Levin had a small microchip
of some sort embedded in his arm.

Any idea why?

Well, that's where my expertise ends
and yours begins.

The timing of DiNozzo's mission
could explain it.

Well, you said it, not I.

[DOOR OPENS]

Why do I bother having a door?

When were you gonna tell me
about this thing with DiNozzo?

Agent DiNozzo is following orders

given directly to him
by Secretary Jarvis.

He's my responsibility, Leon.

No, he's my responsibility
and if I'm willing, so are you.

How well do you know Jarvis?

I've known Clayton Jarvis
for almost 20 years.

I've trusted him with my life.

People change.

I hope you're not questioning
the SECNAV's authority.

Jarvis can do what he wants.

- It's his Navy.
- It's his Navy.

It's my team.

ABBY: Okay. He starts to
turn the picture over there.

Go two frames back.

See? That looks like a woman to me.

No, it doesn't.

It looks like a hairy pirate
with a moustache.

You mean, Tony's assignment
is to kill Johnny Depp?

- I like Johnny Depp.
- This isn't working.

ZIVA: Well, it is too grainy,
I cannot see anything.

I don't feel comfortable doing this.

I know, we're spying on family.

ZIVA: Well, sometimes
we must cross boundaries

to protect those we care about.

Well, hypothetically,
what if Ray was Tony's target?

Okay. Though I am confident
it is not Ray,

we should prepare ourselves
for the unexpected.

I hope it isn't anyone we know.

JARVIS: It was a pleasure,
and please give your wife my regards.

- Sir.
- I look forward to seeing you.

- Sir.
- Not now, Gibbs.

I'm going straight from here
to a charity...

You're using one of my people
without my knowledge.

They're my people too, Gibbs.

GIBBS:
Yes, sir, but we function as a team.

If you remove one,
everything changes.

Director Vance told me
to expect push-back from you,

but you're being
borderline disrespectful.

That a compliment, sir?

You get DiNozzo
when I'm done with him.

What if he doesn't make it back?

Sounds like you know more
than you should.

No, sir.

[TIRES SCREECHING]

- I've been there many times myself.
MAN: Stop that car!

Felix.

[ALL YELLING]

- Call an ambulance.
- It's okay.

Oh, my God, Felix.

- He's a friend.
WOMAN: What's he doing?

Well, your friend's dead,
Mr. Secretary.

You think that this has anything
to do with it?

Mr. Palmer, what do you suppose
the SECNAV is saying to them?

PALMER:
Well, if I were him, I'd be asking

how to get blood out
of a 200-dollar white dress shirt.

See, it's all about
oxygenating the stain.

My mother used to use club soda,

but my uncle preferred Perrier
with a dash of... Um...

The incision. They're probably talking
about the incision.

DUCKY: Well, it's in exactly
the same location as Agent Levin's.

Captain Wright
was a highly decorated naval officer

and a valued member of the DoD.
Make this investigation a priority.

You could start
with the incision in his arm.

NCIS Special Agent Levin
had one too.

There will be no discussion
of Captain Wright's death

with anybody
outside this core group.

Do I need to repeat myself?

No, sir.

[CAR ENGINE REVS]

Your timing is impeccable.

I got the answer I was looking for.

On the DL, ask Agents McGee
and David to find the thread

that links Wright to Levin.

- And the microchip?
- I wish I knew.

[GUNFIRE ON TV]

Did Gibbs notice
you weren't at the hotel?

Well, missing a crime scene
never goes over well,

but I was already on the mission.

What did you say to him?

I didn't.

He knew I wasn't there.

Gibbs sees everything, you know.

And where were you
in your assignment at this point?

I don't know.

You know, when my mom died,
we were in a room like this.

I remember
because there was a movie playing,

Angels with Dirty Faces.

Michael Curtiz.

These two kids growing up together.

Bogie's priest.

Cagney,

the mobster searching for answers.

Life's crossroads.

We all make decisions,
some smarter than others.

Pieces weren't fitting together.

I had to talk to Agent Barrett.

Why?

Was she the one in the photograph?

The thing
about chasing a federal agent,

they know how to disappear.

TONY: She was careful
about not leaving a paper trail.

Not careful enough.

Kiawah Island, huh? Nice. Beachy.

Hello, Tony. How are you?

Working. Looks like you are too.

There's someone I need to see.
Friend of a friend.

Is it about the microchip
you took out of Levin's arm?

We need to talk.

I can't. Not till I get back.

I don't know what you're mixed up in,
but people are looking for you, okay?

People who don't have the same
personal investment as yours truly.

I made a promise to someone, Tony,
and now I need to fulfill it.

I made a promise to someone too.

A promise I fully intend to keep.

You took something, EJ.

Something that's causing people
a lot of concern.

- Is that why you're here?
- And they want it back.

It's not mine to give.

You have an option here,

but you have to trust me.

And what if I can't?

Then I can't help you.

TONY: While I was getting deeper
into my assignment,

I knew Gibbs wouldn't be letting up,

trying to figure out what
Wright and Levin had in common.

Anything, McGee?

Uh, plenty.
After weeks of navigating red tape,

I think I finally got
through the government firewall

- connecting Levin to Wright.
GIBBS: Yeah. And?

McGEE: Both men used to be
Office of Naval Intel.

ONI isn't in Levin's file.

McGEE:
All the details were redacted.

Both apparently worked
for the director of special operations,

a civilian named Sean Latham.

Latham leads a secret armada of spy
vessels called the Watcher Fleet.

Watchers are loaded
with billions in surveillance.

They constantly are monitoring
terrorist and anti-military activity.

Spying on the spies.

After their time at ONI,
Agent Levin was transferred here

and Captain Wright
went to the Pentagon.

Gotta wonder
what's on those microchips.

Yeah.

And who'd kill for them.

Is this what Tony's wrapped up in?

STRATTON:
Special Agent Gibbs?

Yeah. What can I do for you?

[STRATTON SIGHS]

Agent Stratton, FBI.

Busy night, huh?

Burning the wick at both ends.

Yeah, that's what coffee is for.

Can I help you
with something, Stratton?

Yeah.

Uh, Special Agent Anthony DiNozzo.

We got wind he may have been
involved in an altercation

with another federal agent.
Can you verify that?

No.

Well, is Agent DiNozzo a patient
in this hospital or not?

Well, being a patient
doesn't mean he did anything wrong.

- Well, we'll be the judge of that.
- No, you won't.

Anything happened,
this case would've been handed

to my IG for a 2-B investigation.

I wanna talk to him.

There was an accident.
He had a head injury.

I heard he was shot.

Man, I tell you,

you're just chock-full of all kinds
of bad information, Stratton.

Go home. Sorry you got out of bed.

CRANSTON: So, what happened
after she decided to leave with you?

TONY: She was being evasive,
and I needed answers.

People know
you took the microchip. Why?

Because Levin told me to.

Because if anything happened to him,
I swore I'd get it to the right person

before it fell into the wrong hands.

What's on it?

I honestly have no idea.

You're lying.

All I did was make a promise.

To who? The highest bidder?

Is that what this is about?
You're selling information?

Who were you going to see?

No one.

I need to know the truth, EJ.

Navy Captain Felix Wright.

He's been out of the country.

No. He's dead.

[GUNFIRE]

[BOTH GRUNTING]

TONY:
Go. Get in the car, EJ. Go!

EJ:
Stay down.

Did you see them? How many?

Hold on.

CRANSTON:
So Barrett was the one in the photo.

The traitor.

I didn't say that.

They wanted their chip back.

Barrett took it. They tried to kill her.

They were shooting at both of us.

You were defending her.

EJ

needed my help.

Why do you think you keep getting
involved with dysfunctional women?

- What?
- Well, the women you date are,

well, messed up.

I date all kinds of women.

I think you're drawn to them
because you wanna help them.

I am drawn to them
because, usually, they're pretty hot.

Tony, admit it.

You like hot girls who carry guns.

Who doesn't like hot girls
who carry guns?

Which brings us back
to Agent Barrett.

Of course it does.

Oh, I see what you did there.

Ha, ha. That was tricky.

You really like these head games,
don't you?

You did that on purpose.

Anger releases endorphins,

and endorphins
can jog all sorts of memories.

In the case file, Jarvis gave me
some information about...

Microchips.

Now that we know about Wright
and Levin's Naval Intel connection,

I did a little digging of my own.

When implanted under the flesh,

microchips can leave behind
metal hydride corrosion.

High-tech rust.

- Look what I figured out.
- That it hurt.

Well, yeah, but based on the level
of metallic decomp Ducky found,

I was able to determine

that the chips were implanted
at approximately the same time.

Both in the left arm,
both in the same position,

and both functioning as low-emitting
radio frequency ID tags.

They were access chips.

Electronic door-openers.

[DOOR OPENS]

Gibbs, this is Sean Latham,
ONI's director of the Watcher Fleet.

I didn't know
if you guys really existed.

Flesh and blood.

JARVIS: Normally, we wouldn't
be discussing an ONI program,

but we have a situation.

And I just lost a dear friend. Sean?

Gayne Levin and Felix Wright
worked for me

as a part of a program
called Phantom Eight.

An eight-man squad that tried
to preemptively influence

international acts of terrorism.

Stop them before they happen.

Each operative was tagged
with a microchip, a passkey,

giving them access worldwide
to the Watcher database.

JARVIS: Wave your arm
over a secure laptop,

download classified information
our enemies would pay top dollar for.

When Levin was killed, ONI's intention
was to remove his chip immediately.

Unfortunately, one of your agents
got to him first.

And you think Agent Barrett
is in it to make a profit?

We don't wanna risk finding out.

Why are you sharing this with me?

We now believe she's working
internally with someone else.

You wanna know who.

We're already looking, Gibbs.

Find her, find the stolen microchips.

It's a matter of national security.

Hi, Gibbs.

Boss, we need your help.

Mm-hm.

After you cook dinner.

TONY: So I'm sitting there and I'm,
you know, I'm on my third tequila.

I'm not in good shape, and Franks is,
like, 12 sheets to the wind,

when all of a sudden,
the door swings open,

and standing there are the three
deadliest drug dealers in all of Mexico.

Know what Franks does?
He turns to the bartender and says...

"Cervezas for my amigos.

If I'm dead, put it on my tab, probie."

His family is here now.

It's good to have them close.

You know
what you got there, Barrett?

Nope.

I don't want to, either.

You were supposed
to give it to Wright.

Now what do we do?

Figure out who it belongs to?

- Jarvis?
- You think?

You don't trust anyone,
do you, Gibbs?

Yeah, I do.

I just make them earn it.

The only people I trusted
were the men on my team.

TONY:
Well,

I'm starting to worry
about the big guy in all of this.

- Cade?
TONY: Yeah.

- Why?
- Cade and Levin were tight.

Maybe he knew too much.

Get him back here.

- You in contact?
- Not since we left.

Try.

CRANSTON: So that's when you
realized you couldn't do this alone?

I trust these people with my life.

Like family.

No. Not my family. My family is

way less dependable.

You should meet my father sometime.
It would explain a lot.

I'd like that.

He'd like that too, I think.

NCIS is

part of who I am.

And yet you took an assignment

that resulted in the death
of another agent,

the very people you say
you trust with your life?

You're contradicting yourself.

Wouldn't be the first time.

- I'm sorry. Am I interrupting?
- Who are you?

Didn't Gibbs tell you I was here?

I'm Agent Stratton, FBI.

I apologize. I didn't realize
Agent DiNozzo was with anyone.

And you are?

His doctor.

[LAUGHS]

Look at me,
interrupting with a doctor's work.

I'm just so glad to see you're alive,
Agent DiNozzo.

- Thanks.
- It's a miracle, really,

and thank heaven.

Well, you and I can talk later,
if that's all right with you, doc.

I'm calling Agent Gibbs.

Now is clearly the wrong time.

The doctor is in, so I'm out.

Take care of yourself, pal. Okay?

So Tony, what happened next?

TONY: Well, I knew it was time
to resurface,

time to come in
and see what surfaced with me.

Here you go.

You've been off the grid for weeks.

You miss me, McWorry-wart?
I was busy doing my job.

- Well, we were concerned.
- We? I see.

Yes, Tony, I expressed curiosity.

Even though you're more than capable
of taking care of yourself.

You and Ray are cut
from the same quilt.

- Cloth.
- Oh, don't interrupt her, boss.

She's on a roll.

Of course. Makes total sense.

Since EJ's the one you're after.

She's the one in the photograph,
is she not?

You know I can't answer that.

Gibbs. McGee. Somebody, help.

- Abs.
- Route my cell phone to the plasma.

Tapping into the Wi-Fi now.

It's Cade.
He just sent me this message.

Something's happened.
He is in trouble.

[HEAVY BREATHING ON VIDEO]

You gotta help me, Abb.
I don't know what to do here.

Someone's after me.

I just spoke to Fornell
about Agent Stratton.

Know him?

Doc, can you give us a minute?

All right. I'll go get my sixth cup
of coffee for the evening.

GIBBS:
Lightweight.

Ruin all my hard work
and I'll kill you.

Copy that.

Brass from your weapon.
We found it in the alley.

- I told you, boss, l...
- Just shut up and listen, DiNozzo.

Abby's running DNA
from spatter found at the scene.

In addition to your blood,
there were two other types found.

- Two?
- Three people altogether, DiNozzo.

I know this is hard, but I need to know
who you were handling.

- Great playing with you, Brian.
- All right.

I'll see you again.

JARVIS:
Been waiting long, DiNozzo?

Permission to speak candidly,
Mr. Secretary?

Go for it.

This mission blows.

Oh, I'm sorry you're disappointed.

Rule number one
in Washington politics:

Don't take work personally.

I know a few rules too, sir.

Such as?

Rule number three:
Never believe what you're told.

What are you insinuating?

Rule number five: Don't waste good.

In other words,
I'm wasting your precious time?

And then, of course,
there's my favorite, rule number 36:

If you feel like you're being played,
you probably are.

What do you want?

I want you to take me
off this assignment.

I can't do that.

I feel like I'm too close.

That's the sacrifice.
Nature of the beast.

People are getting hurt,
people I care about.

And I'm not asking you, sir,
I'm telling you.

You take me off this assignment
or I resign from NCIS.

That felt like a threat.

You wanna hear my second rule?

- Sure.
- Don't screw with me.

I own you.

Know it, accept it.

It comes with the detail.

You gonna give me another speech
about patience?

Maybe throw in a golf metaphor?

Sure.

You're O.B., Agent DiNozzo.

Now, get lost before you
say something you can't back out of.

I hope you play better
than you negotiate.

Spare me the criticism.

He seems to be handling things
worse than you predicted.

- He'll come around.
- Maybe.

Maybe not.

They never saw it coming.

She was blindsided.

She?

[RATTLING NEARBY]

Cade?

Hey, EJ.

Oh, God,
I thought for sure you were dead.

Oh, your hands are freezing.

Let's go. There's a diner
down the street...

Wait.

Are you all right?

Since I got shot,
life has been different.

I can't work, and now I'm being chased
and I have no idea why.

TONY:
You sold out, Cade.

Step away from him, EJ.

Tony.

TONY:
Watch the hands.

Well, tell her, big guy, go ahead.

Tell her.

You knew all about the microchip.

You already killed Captain Wright.

So, what, now you wanna get
your hands on Levin's too?

- What are you saying, DiNozzo?
- Hey.

I got a message from EJ
to come to D.C.

Next thing I know, I'm being hunted,

and then she sends me a text
to meet her here.

I never texted you.

EJ, who told you
to come here tonight?

I thought you did.

The text said
we should all meet here.

I got the same message.

[GUNFIRE]

[GUNSHOT]

[GRUNTS]

You said I fired my gun.

What about the badge
in my pocket?

Metro found Cade's body
along the Potomac.

The badge was his.

Cade.

What about the gunshot wounds?

Duck said the fatal shot
was from another weapon.

Shots from your gun
were all postmortem.

So, what, they?

They planted the badge

to make it look like I killed him?

- EJ.
- Still looking.

Tony, you never fired.

You didn't kill them.

DiNozzo, the photo
was always Cade.

JARVIS:
You saw the photo.

You know who the problem is.

Make it happen.

Yeah.

I knew EJ didn't do it,
but I needed her help to bring Cade in.

SECNAV was positive it was him.

I had to convince her to reach out
and draw him back to D.C.

Well, it worked.

When EJ took the microchip

the doors opened.

We were all used.

Someone wanted those chips.

You saw the shooter, Tony,
in that alley.

Who was it?

[GUNFIRE]

Stratton.

He killed them.

A lot of blood was shed.

Gentlemen, I intend to find out
who Casey Stratton really is.

Bureau doesn't know him.

They tried to kill DiNozzo once.

They went to the hospital
to finish the job.

We got stills from hospital security,

but he hasn't turned up
on any database.

I wanna know how this son of a bitch
knew about the microchips.

The mission was always Cade.

This was not supposed to happen.

LATHAM: Agent DiNozzo is alive,
Mr. Secretary.

Guess you got lucky.

I guess we did.

Congratulations.

You too, sir.

Things turned out for the best.

Jarvis is none the wiser?

Happy to oblige.

- The girl still missing?
- Unfortunately.

Find her.

I will.

LATHAM: Now, then,
shall we get down to business?

Gentlemen.

Who would like to start the bidding?