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Previously on NCIS...

You know what you
got there, Barrett?

Nope.

Each phantom operative
was tagged with a microchip,

giving them access worldwide
to the Watcher database.

EJ, who told you
to come here tonight?

I thought you did.

So, who'd you shoot,
Agent DiNozzo?

I need your help.

I don't know. Can't
remember any of it.

Special Agent Gibbs?

Agent Stratton, FBI.

Gentlemen, I intend to find out

who Casey Stratton really is.

Bureau doesn't know.

We got stills from
hospital security,

but he hasn't turned up
on any database.

Your girl's still missing?

Unfortunately.

Find Agent Barrett.

Child abuse is what it is.

No more junk food
at my house.

No more video games at mine.

Stupid New Year's
resolutions.

They make them, and we suffer.

I swear, I can't
wait to grow up

and move out of
this puny old town.

Nothing ever
happens here anyway.

What?

Come on.

Whoa.

You okay, mister?

♪ NCIS 9x12 ♪
Housekeeping
Original Air Date on January 3, 2012

== sync, corrected by elderman ==

♪

No.

Morning!

- Hey.
- Meh.

I never thought
I'd end up being known

as the cheerful one
at the office.

Wait, what?

Are you saying
we're not cheerful?

Last couple weeks,
I'd say more--

I don't know-- surly.

Surly?
Surly you're Mc-staken.

Didn't seem that way at the
Navy District New Year's party.

Ha! Gotcha!

'Cause I didn't even go

to the Naval District
New Year's Eve party.

Neither did I.

Then I rest my case.

Since when do either of you
ever miss a party?

Also known as
the holiday blues.

Pre and post.

Not at all uncommon.

That'll do, Dr. Phil.

I don't suppose
you heard anything

from C.I.Ray over the holidays,
did you?

What about you?

Weren't you
supposed to visit

your old flame in Baltimore?

Wendy. Yes.

Hmm.

Something came up.

Yeah, like a U-turn.

Told you to stifle, Edith.

I don't have
the blues,

I just have the blahs, you know?

Every time New Year's

comes around,
just kind of... whack.

I don't know.

Well, only you can do
something about that, Tony.

Change, my dear,
requires some action.

This coming from a woman
who's been waiting

eight weeks for

a single, solitary phone call
from one lousy dude.

Seven. And maybe
I'm done waiting.

Maybe it's finally time
we both took some action.

Maybe...

No time for maybes.

Got a dead Naval officer.

There's nothing
maybe about that.

Let's go.

To be continued?

Maybe.

One gunshot wound
to the neck,

one to the chest
that I can see.

Given the angle of
entry, both were fired

from the commander's
immediate right.

Ergo, "riding shotgun."

Too easy?

Too surly.

Navy Commander
James Barnsway, 35.

Those kids were
first on the scene.

Said they heard a loud screech
of tires and then the crash.

Passenger door's open.

Well, they didn't see
any passenger.

There are no bullet casings
in the truck.

Lack of stippling on this wound
would indicate a distance

greater than the passenger seat.

Passenger window's open.

What are you thinking, DiNozzo?

It's more like
what I'm not seeing, boss.

There's no skid marks
here for the pickup,

which means he ran full steam
into that car.

Kids said they heard
a tire screech;

probably came from those
skid marks right there.

Hmm? Alongside.

Making it possible
the shots were fired

from a second vehicle.

Yeah, that was

kind of my point.
- Ziva.

Uh-huh.

More than possible.

Had to be riding high
to get that angle.

Hell of a shot.

The boys didn't hear
any shots fired.

Just the crash.

Well, then a hell of a
shot with a silencer.

DiNozzo, Ziva.

On it, boss.

I'm the one
who called the police.

But you have to understand, I'm
not one for getting involved.

But you did see the crash?

No, heard it.

What exactly did you see?

Well-- Yes, yeah,
go right there.

I got to the window

just as that other car
was speeding off.

What kind of car was that?

One of those SUVs.

Blue.

Oh, no, wait.

Uh, it was green.

Or gold.

Did you hear anything
like gunshots?

Oh, Lord, no.

I can't imagine that girl would
have got out of Jimmy's truck

if there'd been gunshots.

There was a girl?

Pretty blond.

Ran off into the woods
over there.

Or maybe it was red.

Oh, the SUV,
not her hair.

That was definitely blond.

Ish.

Well...

So, you know the commander?

Jimmy, yes.

Man is a war hero.

He didn't look too good.

Is he gonna be all right?

What about the girl?
You know her, too?

No, but I will tell you,
it wasn't Mrs. Jimmy.

Not that I'm one
for getting involved.

So, the commander has a wife?

Oh, Cara, yes.

Sings in our church choir.

Poor Cara.

It'll pain me so
to have to tell her.

I'm really not one for...

Getting involved.
Yes, we know, we know.

We'll save you
the trouble.

It's no trouble.

I can give Cara a call
right now.

Really, I can.

We'd rather you didn't, ma'am.

Not until we know
what color SUV she drives.

Oh.

Or how good a
shot she is.

Oh.

Really?

Jimmy's been defending
this country his whole life.

For this to happen now,

at home, in our little town...

I'm sorry to have to
ask, Mrs. Barnsway,

but we're gonna need to confirm
your whereabouts this morning.

Me?

You think I'd kill my husband?

We have reports that an SUV
was observed leaving the scene.

So just because I drive an SUV?

Also, that the commander
did not die alone.

There may have been

a woman with him.

Oh, my God.

Of course.

Is that what this is?

Is-Is she dead, too?

You know about her?

She called before breakfast.

Oh, God, what was her name?

Um, she was an old friend
of Jimmy's.

Some Navy connection overseas
from years ago.

Did he say

where she was calling from?

I don't know.

Not far.

He was going to bring her home.

She needed his help.

Help with what?

I doubt Jimmy even asked.

He just... dropped everything
and ran out.

One thing about my husband:

he would, he would do
anything for a friend.

Commander James Barnsway.

A 14-year veteran, recently
assigned as a training officer

at the Patuxent River
Naval Air Station.

Previous deployments
are all over the globe:

Iraq, Bahrain, Gitmo,
Sao Paolo, Naples.

Naples?

Yeah.

As in Italy, Tony, not Florida.

Navy has a base there, DiNozzo.

Of course.

Yeah, no, I just,
I-I thought I... misheard.

Uh, call to the
commander's cell

this morning
came from a burn phone.

No way to trace it,
but I'm looking for...

I'm looking for
where it was purchased.

- Enemies?
- None that we know of,

but the commander
did have a reputation

for being a hard-nosed
commanding officer.

- Any complaints filed against him?
- I'll find out.

Abbs. Yeah, you were
my next stop, honest.

So, Naples, huh?

What about it?

I hear the pizza's great.

Tony.

It was nothing, guys.

Really.

Nothing.

Mm-hmm.

Nothing.

No telling markers,
no striations.

They're both
nine-millimeter.

A Glock, a
Beretta maybe.

Silencer fits both.

Which explains
the lack of a bang.

Did you get
any prints off the brass?

Nope.

We're dealing with a really
careful killer here, Gibbs.

There were no prints,
no residue, no nothing.

Can't use nothing, Abbs.

Well, then let's get
to the something.

The memory on
the pickup's GPS was damaged

during the collision,

so it's displaying this

crazy spaghetti pattern
at the moment.

Mmm, spaghetti, meatballs.

Garlic bread.

Mmm, garlic bread.

Abby.

Sorry. I have to stop
working through my lunch.

Anyways, I was able
to work backwards

from where the pickup crashed,
try to retrace its steps

or its spins, or whatever
tires do, and we get this.

It's sort of like
a reverse Pac-Man

or like working a maze
from the end.

Go to where it starts.

486 Overpass Lane.

Also known as

the Highway 12 Motor Lodge.

It's just a few miles
out of town.

That's not nothing.

No, that's something.

Just like you, Abbs.

Whoever was in that room
got out of there in a hurry.

Sorry I did not see her leave.

I assure you I had no idea the
lady was in any kind of trouble.

You have her credit card
on file?

No, sir, she paid cash.

Still, she must have shown you
some form of I.D.

I'm embarrassed to say no.

Uh, she was so
terribly pleasant.

Like one of those

Star Wars Jedi people.

Uh, "You do not need
to see my I.D."

Um... it was late, I was tired.

You too tired
to even get her name?

Oh, no, no, no,
I made sure she signed in.

Um...

It's always good to know

the name of whatever serial
killer you might be harboring.

She's a serial killer?

She is Belva Lockwood.

And all she needed for a room
was cash, a name and a smile?

To be honest, it was double
cash, three nights in advance.

- Times are hard.
- DiNozzo.

Belva Lockwood, the first female
to run for president. 1884.

In what movie
did you learn that?

I read a book once.

That mean something to you?

Well, it just sounds
like an alias.

You have a security camera
around here somewhere?

These are beyond
blurry, Gibbs.

There's not much enhancing
I can do here, boss.

- Can you try streaming them again?
- We are lucky

to have streamed them
the first time, McGee.

Equipment over here is not
exactly state of the art.

But we do keep the sheets clean.

I might have software

in my lab
that can help us with this.

Whatever you can do,
Abbs.

If we saw this woman leave
with the commander...

We should be able to see when
she came back to the hotel.

Hold it.

Time code--

only half an hour ago.

Then she leaves again...
five minutes later.

Which way?

Well, if I was looking
to get out of Dodge

in a hurry
with no car...

...I just might look to

hitch the closest ride
I could find.

Not bad.

I know, right?

It's like a computer
chemical peel.

Let's buff out the blemishes
and smooth out the skin.

It's like a regular
digital face-lift.

Hmm.

How do I look?

Uncomfortable.

Got anything?

Manager says a woman
in a red jacket came in

ten minutes ago
looking for a ride.

And she just got one.
Tanker truck.

There.

Stop!

NCIS!

Get out of the truck.

Hands where we can see them!

Don't shoot!

I just met the lady.

Get out of the truck now!

Um...

maybe you should give Gibbs
a call?

Tell him we've got an I.D.

- EJ.
- EJ.

Barrett?

Hi, guys.

You're alive.

Hungry, Barrett?

Not anymore.

- Thanks.
- So this has been it for you?

On the lam, running
town to town?

Since they killed Cade, yeah.

You left me lying
on the ground in an alleyway.

I thought
you were dead, too, Tony.

- You thought?
- It was days before

I found out you were okay.

Much to my relief.

Didn't stop you
from running, did it?

I wasn't running, Tony.
I was on the run.

Oh, there's a distinction.
"I wasn't running. I..."

Hey, hey!

I was on the run.

- You were running.
- Enough.

You know that we were
there for you, right?

I didn't know anything, Gibbs.

Except that I needed answers
and couldn't count

on anyone else
to give them to me.

Not even us?

Not without putting you
in danger again.

So you were
protecting us?!

And trying to find out

who killed Cade
before they killed me.

You were protecting yourself!

- Yes!
- Hey, will you stop it?!

You were wearing

a vest that night, right?

Same one I wore this morning.

And lucky I did, too.

Not so lucky for Barnsway.

I never should have called him.

Why did you?

I'd been up in Jersey
a month or so

before they got onto me.

I guess
I'd been on my own so long...

I don't know.
I needed a friend.

They?

You keep saying "they," Barrett.

Who's "they"?

Who's this?

He's the guy who killed Cade.

Posed as FBI.
Name is Stratton.

This isn't
who shot at me this morning.

This... This isn't
who killed Jim.

- You sure?
- I saw the shooter up close, Tony.

I know his face,
and that is not it.

Take her down to Abby.

What for?

Go.

And there she goes.

We're running your shooter

through every possible
database we have access to.

Not a bad
rendering, Abby.

- Think we captured his essence?
- We'll see

- if it captures him.
- So, you're absolutely

positive that's your shooter,
huh?

If I imagine him pointing a gun
in my face.

Yeah, Tony,
close enough.

- Mm-hmm.
- Um...

this might
take a while.

Nowhere else to be.

Okeydokey, then.

I'm just gonna, um...

I'll be... in there...
if you need me.

So?

So... I had
the craziest feeling

when I saw your buddy Barnsway
had been stationed in Naples.

'Cause you always
raved about Naples.

Birthplace of the pizza.

Wasn't until I saw

that the first female
presidential candidate-- 1884--

had been checked
into a roadside motel,

that I got a gut feeling.

You remembered Belva Lockwood?

How could I forget?
That was some night.

You going on and on about
how cool you thought Belva was.

You know, I've noticed
something about you, EJ.

You have a tendency
to disappear.

Consequently, I spent a lot
of time looking for you.

A lot... of time.

So you didn't think
you could reach out?

I was scared, Tony.

Hell, I don't even know
why he's after me.

It's not like
I could identify him.

Hmm.

Looks like you just did.

With all due respect

for what she has been through,
Tony, how could EJ think

that living off the griddle
is a better option

than having us protect her?

That's living off the grid,
Ziva.

- Oh.
- And, uh,

Tony, you got to admit,

the whole thing
is a little bit fishy.

Spare me your conspiracy
theories, all right?

You're preaching to the choir.

We simply do not want
to see you get hurt.

Again.

I can handle myself.

I'll be the judge of that.

Go.

Former Captain Marcellus Dane,

41 years old,

23 missions with
the SEALs in Iraq

before being
dishonorably discharged

at General Court-Martial in '05.

Our records indicate
that it had something to do

with accepting bribes
from private contractors.

Which is no surprise,
since he was then hired

by the same contractors
to be a weapons specialist.

He's an expert
in handguns.

Known to carry a Beretta M9,

both on and off the battlefield.

Same type of weapon
used on Barnsway.

It is possible,
given the commander's travels,

that he and Dane crossed paths
in Iraq at some point.

And not in a very good way.

Maybe Dane had his own reason
for going after the commander.

No offense, Ziva. That is
a plausible theory, but that man

was shooting at me.

You have to take
my word for it.

Why?

Dane have
an address?

Yeah. Last known is in Seattle,

but he does have

a cell phone that just
rebooted in downtown DC.

Just pinged a signal from
an industrial apartment loft

at Gentry and 7th.
- Ah. So much

- for our careful killer.
- Does seem a bit careless

for a seasoned
paramilitary operative.

Yeah, a little too careless.

Let's be ready for anything.

Let's? Barrett, let's?
Like you and us?

- Well, I can't stay here, Gibbs.
- Oh, sure you can.

- Watch this. Keep her here.
- Me?

But I'm the one he's after.

All the more reason not
to take a target along.

Boss, there's no way.
I cannot...

DiNozzo, make that two targets.

If Stratton's
behind that guy,

then both of you need
to sit tight.

Okay, okay, move
it on back, folks.

There's nothing to see.

NCIS.

Go on through.

People seem to die wherever
Marcellus Dane goes.

I'll check the building.

Don't bother.

He's right here.

Cops say this happened
just a few minutes ago.

Stabbed and then tossed.

The phone signal.

Whoever did this
wanted us to see it.

I got a pretty
good idea who.

All right.

Mr. Secretary.

Special Agent Gibbs.

Sorry to interrupt, sir.
You got a minute?

We're just finishing up.
Can it wait?

- Or would you care to join us?
- Neither, sir.

Nothing personal.

Excuse me,
gentlemen.

Give us a minute?

Need a favor,
Mr. Secretary.

Oh, guess I better
listen then.

I need you to talk
to Sean Latham.

Why?

Because we may have a bead
on Casey Stratton.

Gibbs, the FBI takes
imposters very seriously.

They have a task force
solely focused on...

Not about the FBI, sir.

Phantom Eight.

Ring a bell?

Yeah.

It came up in discussions
when Agent DiNozzo was injured.

Clandestine unit associated with
the Watcher Fleet. Classified.

Does that mean that
Stratton is classified, too?

You're saying
this is him?

Stratton killed Cade, sir.

He tried to kill
DiNozzo and Barrett.

Agent Barrett is M.I.A.

Not any longer.

She's in a safe house with
DiNozzo on Old Rag Mountain.

That's good news.

You're the one who brought
Latham into this, sir.

He saw

the hospital surveillance.

He should have
recognized Stratton.

Maybe. Perhaps.

But we don't even know if
they're in contact anymore.

With all due respect, sir,

this son of a bitch
had a locator chip in his arm.

Latham knows how to find him.

Latham needs to bring him in.

The game was great, Boss.

Yeah.

We won, of course.

How'd yours go?

Oh, it's not until
tomorrow, huh?

Forgot about that.

Okay, well, we'll let
you know how that goes.

We're just gonna do a
little bit of tailgating.

And maybe crack a cold one.

Good luck tomorrow.

Heard a lot of
code in my day.

That, my friend, ranks
among some of the lamest.

What's lame about a couple guys
talking sports?

Besides, we don't know if these
phones have been compromised.

At least now we know
that Jarvis is on board.

When's the last time anyone
tidied up around here?

Well, it's called a safe
house, not a tidy house.

I know it's a far cry

from the luxurious
truck stop motor lodge

you've been staying in.

At least I can't do
any more damage here.

Not really where I
was going with it,

but okay.

Can you blame me for
feeling responsible?

I mean,

first Levin,
then Cade, then...

Jimmy Barnsway.

God, his poor wife

must be heartbroken.

Well, if it helps,
she said her husband

would do anything for a friend.

Doesn't help,

but thanks anyway.

You should cut yourself
some slack, EJ.

What's the saying?

That which does not kill us
makes us stronger.

I think Nietzsche
said that.

Important thing to remember
about Friedrich Nietzsche,

of course, is that he died
in an insane asylum.

This is probably not the best
way to start a pep talk, huh?

Listen, we all have regrets.

I've made mistakes.

A couple of doozies.

As for your mistakes...

Sleep tight, Agent Barrett.

Mr. Secretary.

Sean, thanks for coming
on such short notice.

I assumed we'd be meeting
in Director Vance's office.

Yeah, there's more
than one SCIF, sir.

Why don't you have a seat?

Agent Gibbs.

Guess that leaves
you in charge.

Me? No.

SECNAV can
hold his own.

I don't doubt that.

I know everything
there is to know

about my team, sir. Do you?

Blast from the past.

Where the hell'd you get it?

I found it in a box.

Mr. Secretary,
this is classified material.

You know this guy?

Pretty obvious I used to.

You never
thought to mention

knowing him a few months ago?
- I'm sorry,

Mr. Secretary, is there
something I'm missing here?

You said nothing
when Stratton

came to the hospital looking
to gun down my best agent.

Hold on, you think this is him?

Are you saying it's not?
- Gentlemen,

this is Captain Jonathan Cole.

Former Army Green Beret.

I recruited him into the
Phantom program in '03.

Afraid you've got the wrong man.

Wrong name, maybe.

Right man.

Is it possible, Sean?

Absolutely not.

Cole's a good man

and a highly-trained operative.

Trained to kill.

He gunned down an NCIS agent;
now he's trying

to get rid of everybody
who saw him do it.

You know that for a fact?

Agent DiNozzo made that ID under
physical and mental duress.

You're not denying knowing
him, right, Sean?

- Of course not.
- Then let me talk to him.

Contact Cole, tell him we'd
like to arrange a meeting.

Tell him the Secretary of the Navy
would like a moment of his time.

Look, if I could reach Cole,
what's our timetable?

Soon.
Two of his targets

are living in a safe house.

It's less safe the longer
he's out there.

Make it happen, Sean.

Rise to the occasion.

I'll do what I can.

Uh... Ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch!

Room service. Easy, Lion.

Tiger.

Easy, Tiger.
You could have called.

My cell phone does not like
these mountains, apparently.

Why are you drooling?

Is that what I hope it is?

Coffee.

And muffins with jam.

You know, Ziva,

everything Tony told me
about you when we first met--

absolutely not true.
- What?

I never... said that
she didn't like coffee.

How did everyone
sleep last night?

I slept in the chair.
She slept on the couch.

That's not what I was asking.

Oh. Well, considering
that I slept vertically,

I'm gonna see if
a little hot water

can loosen up

my lower extremities.

Excuse me, ladies.

If this goes on another night,

I'll make sure
he takes the couch.

Gibbs met with Latham,

but don't plan on leaving here
anytime soon.

I have something else for you.

After you went missing,

Gibbs had me access your secure
work e-mail for possible leaks.

Should I prepare
to be embarrassed?

Not at all.

These are from
your mother.

I was not sure if you...

had reached out
to her recently.

Not in months.

I didn't want my parents
to be in danger.

Thank you for this.

Nothing you would not do for me,
I'm sure.

Well, so much
for my big plans, huh?

Hmm.

What about your plans, Ziva?

Beyond NCIS?

A family?

Um...

maybe someday.

Though that day seems
increasingly distant

at the moment.

To someday.

Hmm?

Hmm. Someday.

Hey, boy. Hi.

What's his name?

Mr. Christian.

Not a very trustworthy name
for man's best friend.

You realize the position
you've put me in?

They've made the
connection, Cole.

They want me to set you up.

So? Do it.

It might actually
expedite matters.

Or blow up in our faces.

It's already
blown up in mine.

I've got
nothing to lose.

And therein lies
the problem.

Our business affiliation,

selling the microchips,
was very profitable.

It's all behind us now.

You know perfectly well
I can't proceed

beyond the assignment
until it's complete.

Drop the good-soldier crap.

You're a turncoat now,
wanted by your own country.

So just... forget
about the girl.

I wish I could.

Wish harder.

I don't get
it, Cole.

Success has made
you... what?

Crazy, cocky...
or just sloppy?

You didn't have to
kill the hit man.

I assigned him a task,
and he failed.

You're not getting Barrett.

Gibbs has her and
DiNozzo in a safe house.

Place called Old
Rag Mountain.

You sure?

Per SECNAV.

Even for a politician,
he talks too much.

I'm giving you this
heads-up out of loyalty.

And in return, you want me to
leave so you're not implicated.

I want you to leave so neither
of us ends up in Leavenworth.

Again, sir...

I wish I could.

But no loose ends.

I got to finish what we started.

Come on, boy.

Come on, let's go. Easy.

Same technique as used on Dane

before his fall from the window.

- Same knife?
- It would appear so.

It was plunged in here,
and then twisted around.

Perforated both lungs.

This caused massive
internal bleeding.

No way Latham here

was gonna draw a breath,
much less call for help.

Latham let him get close.
He trusted him.

Well,
trust was his first mistake.

That a microchip?

Oh, yeah, but no
longer active,

so you can add it
to the collection.

It's interesting.

Well,

locating Stratton, or Cole,

as you now call him--

easier said than done.

Guy's a phantom.

Go catch a ghost.

All I wanted
for breakfast was the coffee.

Now we're ready
for a fair fight.

Always good to be prepared.

I've been prepared for months.

With Cole on the loose,
I think it's time

to bring out some Connery,
and I'm paraphrasing.

You never
bring a knife to a gunfight.

Huh?

James Bond?

Untouchables, 1987.

Connery won an Academy
Award for that.

I liked him in, uh, Xanadu.

You know, one of these days,
I'd like to actually meet

someone who appreciates
movies the way I do.

Or at least appreciates
the way I appreciate them.

She does, Tony.

Who?

Ziva.

Agent Ziva David
believes that

the Pirates of the Caribbean
is a cinema classic.

I'm not talking about movies,

Tony, I'm talking about you.

She cares.

What's the matter with you?

We're-We're coworkers.

Yeah.

- We're teammates.
- Uhuh.

We have each
other's backs.

Exactly.

Surround yourself with people

you would give
your own life for.

- Boss...
- Shot fired.

Ziva, McGee, move in.

I have visual!

Got the shot, take it!

What's he got, a cannon?

Sounds like a .50-caliber round.

A gun that size
has limited accuracy.

He seems pretty damn
accurate to me.

All right, suppressive fire.

Keep him moving
in the same direction.

Go for it.

I'm sorry for your loss, Gibbs.

It's wrong place, wrong time.

Yeah, you got that right.

We're ready, Boss.
Game on?

Game over.

How are you, DiNozzo?

I'm good.

So Latham took SECNAV's bait?

Yeah.

Yeah, gave up
Old Rag Mountain.

That's 20 miles east.

Jarvis must be
one hell of a liar.

Uh-huh.

Well, I'm glad he's lying
for us.

Time to move?

No.

Time to stop running.

Ziva and I are going out
for a drink later,

if you care to join us.

I would, but, uh, I got a stop
to make before I head home.

Oh. Home, huh?

Finally got to
call my mom.

Home's waiting
for me.

Need a ride?

SECNAV set me up.

- Car service.
- Fancy.

So, come on,
you can say it.

"I'll miss you most
of all, Scarecrow."

Wizard of Oz.

Look at you.

How far you've come.

I'm so proud of you.

We've been down this
Yellow Brick Road before, Tony.

Thanks again.

Take care
of yourself.

Always do.

Don't disappear.

Irons really necessary?

I thought you'd
be flattered.

Phantom program did a lot
of good in the world, Gibbs.

I did a lot of good
in service to my country.

Did.

You and Latham forgot that.

Some very bad people.

Doing very bad things,
until you came along.

It's worth taking
into consideration, no?

Should count for something.

It should. It
doesn't. Not anymore.

I don't know where you went
off the rails, Stratton,

but it brought
you here.

You're no better
than them now.

Deep down, Gibbs--
and-and maybe not that deep--

you're no different than me.

I don't kill innocent
people for money.

No?

So why do you
kill innocent people?

♪ South of the border

♪ Down Mexico way

♪ That's where
I fell in love ♪

♪ Where the stars above
came out to play. ♪

So...

EJ is, uh... gone, huh?

And safe, for a change.

May I ask where?

Someplace quiet.

With someone she can count on.

Hopefully.

That is the word, is it not?

"Hopefully."

Even when you think
you can count on someone,

you often cannot.

Do I detect

a blip on the Ray-dar?

I would rather
not discuss it.

Well, at least EJ and I
parted... friends.

Agent Cruz seems to have,
uh, some communication issues.

Yeah, and I'm
losing my patience.

As you well should.

You know...

You and I,

we have a lot in common,
in that respect.

You think?
I don't think.

I know.

Well, then I am,
uh, grateful

to have someone in my
life who is just as

romantically
dysfunctional as I am.

Agent David,

do you really consider me
to be... in your life?

No.

- Yes.
- Seriously?

I mean, what
should I say?

Say "hello."

Okay.

Excuse me.

Hello? Ray?

Um, no, I can talk, yeah.

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