All language subtitles for NCIS S08E24 Pyramid-eng

Previously on
NCIS...

Called the Port-to-Port Killer.
M.O.'s the same every time.

My killer, my case.

This is for you.

I didn't order that.

No, you do it.

Your eyeball, how come it opens
up restricted areas at NCIS?

Port-to-Port Killer-- as you've
dubbed him-- has a name.

Lieutenant Jonas Cobb.

Oh, Mike.

Be on high alert.

Cobb is armed and likely
anticipates your arrival.

Ah, man...

I got it, Cade.
Lie still.

Levin.

Where's EJ?

Cobb took her.

DiNozzo, come back here.
Stay with him.

Keep pressure on it.

I got it.

Just hang in there.

You're gonna be all right.

♪ NCIS 8x24 ♪
Pyramid
Original Air Date on May 17, 2011

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Drink this.

Boss, I adjusted
the BOLO on the P2P

based on Agent Barrett's
latest description.

Get an update on Cade?

He's in surgery.

Abby's at the
hospital, waiting.

Levin's next-of-kin.

Agents from the Great Lakes
field office are with his

family in Chicago.
Ducky and Palmer are

on their way up
with the remains now.

I ran the phone number
that Cobb keyed into the sedan.

I.D.'s blocked.

It's a secure government line.

Well, unsecure it, McGee.

Whoever it
belongs to has

a significant clearance level.

I'm having trouble cracking it.

That's Ray's cell phone number.

Where is he?

I'm not sure.
We have not spoken.

Well, find him. Warn him.
Tell him to protect his ass.

Cobb became a monster.

Yes, Director?

Get me SECNAV.
Right away, sir.

He used a marker
instead of a blade.

It'll come off.

Come on. You're
gonna hurt yourself.

Why didn't he kill me?

I fought like hell.

But why didn't he do it
right there?

You were a message,
not a victim.

Consider
yourself lucky.

Levin's dead.

Cade may not make it.

They were my responsibility.

Where exactly is
the luck in that?

You think Gibbs would have
let Cobb leave Europe?

You think any of this would have
happened

if anybody else had been
leading the case?

Stop beating yourself up.

We've all lost
people in the field.

- You're a good agent.
- Am I?

You're letting Cobb get
inside your head, EJ,

and that's exactly what he
wants. You gotta stop.

Tony, he's not doing this
'cause he wants to.

Cobb's doing this because
he has to.

Okay, Duck.

Based on Agent Barrett's
detailed description of the gun

and the shell casings
retrieved at the scene,

Cobb was almost certainly
using Mike Franks' sidearm.

Precision shot.

The Port-to-Port Killer is
proving as accomplished

with a gun as he is
with a surgical blade.

Why the change in method?

'Cause it's no longer
about method

or clue trail or
gamesmanship, Mr. Palmer.

It's about hurting those
responsible

for putting him in
this situation.

Situation?

Operation Frankenstein.

Set aside your
preconceived notions

about what drives
a serial killer.

What was once about
profiling Cobb,

his training
as a medic--

his mastery of the scalpel, his
dressing his younger victims

as older officers--
all that has evolved

into clearheaded self-awareness.

Those who created him
must now pay.

Hi.

Oh, Agent Barrett.

Please, come in.

I didn't mean to interrupt.

I just keep thinking
about Levin.

You want someone
to drive you home, Barrett?

Maybe you can get some rest.

I'm fine, really. I...

But before Dr. Mallard begins
the autopsy,

I'd like a moment
to pay my respects.

Mr. Palmer.

♪ ♪

I've tried everything.

Ray's not answering.

- Did you talk to his boss?
- He said he was working

and the assignment is classified.
Well, they must

be able to get in
touch with him.

I don't like this.

I mean, Cobb knows
that Ray is on this case.

He blames the Navy and the CIA
for what has happened.

I blame the one-eyed tea bag.

He's the one
who screwed this up.

I'm worried.

We'll find him.

Good morning,
Mr. Secretary.

Like hell it is, Leon.

This better be
damn important.

Agent's dead, Mr. Secretary.
Another critical.

I don't know how much more
important it could get.

Right this way, sir.

McGee, what are
you doing here?

Waiting for you. How's Cade?

Stable, sort of.

I mean, he's lost
a lot of blood.

Well, he's a big guy.

He's got a lot
of blood to lose.

Did you stay
with him all night?

He's a friend, McGee.

I would do that
for any friend.

For you or for Tony,
for Gibbs.

I know you would.
And listen, it's okay

if you two are
more than friends.

I understand, seriously.

I really like Cade,

and I can understand how a man
of his stature could be intriguing

to a woman...

Are you for real
right now, McGee?

Really?

Because I am, like,
over the top tired

and I'm hoping this
is all some sort

of weird dream.

I'm not a dream.

Well, that's too bad
because right now

I'd like to just roll over

and dream about purple kittens
or-or flying elephants or...

just... Never mind.

I need to go home.

Where are you going?

Going with you. As long as Cobb
is still on the loose,

we're not taking
any chances.

No, McGee, shoo.
I can take care of myself.

Abby, this is not just
another random suspect.

This guy is very bad news.

And if something ever
happened to you, I would...

You'd what, McGee?

I know what it's like
to lose a team member.

Especially one you
care deeply for.

You learn there is no
rhyme or reason to dying.

Good or bad, it's just
completely out of your hands.

Agent Levin died
because I screwed up.

No, Agent Levin died
because it was his time.

There was nothing
you could do about it.

Excuse me.

David.

It's Tony.
Yes, Tony. Where?

Can you please send it over?

No, I'm not going
to wait for you.

Ray is apparently
at a hotel in D.C.

Kort gave us the address.

I'll come with you.

That's not a good idea.

I could use the fresh air.

EJ, I'm going to see
my boyfriend.

Can you please tell McGee

that Agent Cruz will not be
needing the safe house after all.

He will be staying
with me instead.

Ray, it's me. Open up.

Ray, come on, we need to talk.

I was beginning to think
you didn't...

Look, Leon, I'm as unhappy about
what's happened as you are.

But you can manage this.

- Can I?
- Damn right.

How many years we been
doing this together?

Too long.
Before you, Jenny had

to clean up messes
a lot worse than this one.

Director Shepard had
her share of problems, sir,

but one thing has nothing
to do with the other.

My point is it comes
with the territory.

Now if you're reaching
your saturation level,

well, that's
a bigger conversation.

This isn't just
about me, sir.

Then what are we
talking about?

Mr. Secretary,
year after year

I've caught whatever
was thrown my way.

But since Eli David was here,
since I got hurt,

things have been different.

Different how?

You need time, Leon?

For God's sake, take all
the time you need.

I'm not talking about time, sir,
I'm talking about mistakes.

Now you learn to accept
a lot with this job.

Resolutions that I knew
were wrong.

And now we're facing
the consequences.

We can't talk
about this here.

You know that.

We need a SCIF. It's a black op.

Modifications
were made, sir.

We can talk all we want.
The room's tight as a drum.

"Too many years of lightin' up

"finally caught up
with me, probie.

"For three decades I outran
every bullet aimed at me.

"Can't outrun this.

"Not with these lungs.

Only got a few months left to
go, and I plan to live 'em."

Never one to disappoint,
were you, Mike?

Yeah, it's Gibbs.

Boss, it's me...
DiNozzo, slow down.

DiNozzo, talk to me.

Ziva went
to find Ray.

I got a 20 on Cruz
from Agent Eye-patch.

- Well, he should know.
- That's what I thought.

Location?

Northrop Hotel, 27th and M.

She went there to bring
Ray back to her place.

- Thought it would be safer.
- Is there a problem?

The problem is, I
haven't checked in yet.

I was on assignment. I just got
back to D.C. an hour ago.

- Where is Ziva?
- I really don't know, sir.

Can't find her.

Tried her home and cell.

I knew I shouldn't have
let her go alone.

This is not your responsibility.

- Kort lied.
- No, he didn't.

His information
was accurate.

Who else had access to your
travel plans, Cruz?

My itinerary's classified, sir.

Classified never stopped
Cobb before.

What if he
got there first?

DiNozzo, BOLO
out on Ziva.

McGee, get me Kort.

Boss, he's already
in the building.

It's been a long time,
Mr. Secretary.

We weren't supposed
to see each other again.

Per your request.

I certainly wish
that were the case.

Oh, Leon, do we have to
talk about this again?

Am I boring you, Kort?

You know I have a
limited attention span.

Well, let me see if I can
keep it interesting for you.

Here's what your boy Cobb
just did to one of my men.

I trained him
to kill, Director.

Selection is entirely
his decision.

Do you remember

when this operation
was conceived?

Like it was yesterday.

Your clever notion,
I believe.

Scribbled on a note pad

during your days
at the war college.

Who knew

it would become
a joint venture

between the Navy
and the CIA?

It was flawed from the get-go.
It should have been aborted.

It was conceptually brilliant.

The results were
generally positive.

Except Kort lost control
of one of his men.

It wasn't from
lack of trying.

Cobb was strong-willed.

Got a taste for killing.

You pushed him.

You used him on assignments
outside of the program.

With approval.

Those who
needed to know

did.

And now somebody has
to take the heat.

Special Agents Barrett and Gibbs
have failed to stop him.

You can't blame them.

Mr. Secretary,

for once the weight

does not fall on the bottom
of the pyramid.

This operation
was your call.

Accept it.

Pam, is he in here?

Sir, we're in SCIF mode.
You don't have clearance.

Excuse me.

Leon.

We need to talk.

Not now, Gibbs.

Is Trent Kort in there with you?

Agent Gibbs, this meeting requires
access beyond your need to know.

I need to know if he sent one
of my people into a trap.

Ziva went to meet Ray Cruz

at his hotel,
and he wasn't there yet.

And now she's missing.

Gibbs, all I did was provide
your team with Cruz's location.

Well, we think Cobb got her.

You think I sent her
in there on purpose?

To gain what, exactly?

If she gets hurt,

you answer to me.

Is he threatening me, Director?

If he wasn't,

I am.

What do you mean the security
camera's not working?

I told you, Tony, the system's
down all over the hotel.

It has been for days.
Isn't that illegal?

Same M.O. No fingerprints.

The place has been
wiped clean.

How could she just walk out
of here and nobody notices?

Tony.

Sorry.

We're all worried
about Ziva.

I know.

It's just different
for some of us.

I think you people
are looking for me.

This isn't right.

It's too easy.

He knows where Ziva is.

There's nothing
easy about it.

Cobb's playing us.

Playing Leroy Jethro Gibbs.

Guy must have
a death wish.

What does he want?

Rule 16:

If someone thinks they
have the upper hand,

break it.

Something funny?

I mean, you're so confident.

So proud.

Nothing to be proud of.
You gave yourself up.

Why?

Well, because most
of my work is done.

Most?

Agent Gibbs, are you incapable
of savoring a moment?

Nothing to savor. Yet.

One of my team
is still missing.

Where is she?

It's time to
put Samson down.

You don't know
about Samson, do you?

Surely Agent Barrett
wrote about him in that,

that psych profile she
holds so near and dear?

I'm listening.

Once there was a boy whose
father was in the Navy.

He was a captain, with enough
bravery and determination

to make up for his
son's obvious shortcomings.

One day, the young man turned
to the captain for help.

You see, his aging horse,
Samson, was sick,

and a decision
needed to be made.

Now, the boy knew that
a visit from the vet

meant putting
the animal down.

Which was the right
and humane thing to do.

But what kind of lesson would
that be for the boy to learn?

So the captain
drew his sidearm.

Fired... point blank.

Put poor Samson
out of his misery.

Would you like me to put you
out of your misery, Cobb?

Your agent is still
out there, Gibbs.

Now, what kind of
lesson would you learn

if my actions were humane?

You failed as a Navy officer.

You were an embarrassment
to the CIA.

A disappointment
to your dad.

And you want to
teach me a lesson?

Where is she?

Who's holding the sidearm now?

Tell me what you know.

Kort oversaw
two divisions.

The first one was
a legitimate covert squad

operating under the
auspices of the Agency.

Operation Frankenstein.

Now, the second one

was a team designed for,
uh, the private sector.

Hit men.

Guns for hire.

Used mostly by rich,
foreign politicos

with targets on their
backs, you understand?

Who collected the profits?

I can't tell you that.

What I will tell you is that

Kort skimmed enough
off the top to retire.

And do you think Cobb would have
turned himself in the way he did

unless he was after
something very specific?

Something he could only
find right here at NCIS?

Have you gone bloody mad?!

What does Cobb really want?

You have no idea
how high this goes.

I know all about
Operation Frankenstein.

You don't know anything.

Certain people had a lot
to gain from this project.

I need to find Ziva.

Stop looking for
a straight line, DiNozzo!

If this were a chess game,
think four moves ahead.

It's all about the checkmate.

He's clever that way.

Abbs? You okay?

The blood on Cobb's hands...

It's Ziva's.

It does not mean
that she's gone.

You find anything
on Cobb's clothes?

Um...

There's concrete dust
from the ground

where Cade and
Levin were shot...

that's no big surprise.

But I found some weird trace
elements on his pants.

There was dead bluegrass,
and sheet-metal rust

and some homeopathic oils.

It was, uh, arnica, and
butcher's broom and bitterwort.

Bitterwort?

Yeah.

Also known as gentian.

It aids in muscle aches
in older people.

What if they weren't people?

positive.

Start talking, McGee.

Abby forwarded
the chemical breakdowns

she found on Cobb's clothing.

Any link to
a horse named Samson?

All the oils are used in
over-the-counter liniments.

- For horses to keep their muscles limber...
- Yeah.

Yeah, McGee. I know
what they are.

Pull up location of the
Cobb family farm in Maryland.

Captain Lowell Cobb bought
the horse farm in Burtonsville

22 years ago.

When he died, he and Jonas
hadn't spoken in years.

The land fell into disarray
and was auctioned off later.

Go. Find DiNozzo.

And Ray Cruz.

You think Ziva's there?

Yeah. You can bet the farm on it.
Road trip.

If you don't mind,
Gibbs, I'd like to come.

Got orders from upstairs.
They want you benched.

Who?

I'm not supposed
to talk about it.

Talk about what, Gibbs?

I know that your
uncle is SECNAV.

I have since day one.

That's supposed to
be confidential.

I gotta know my
team, Barrett.

Is there anything else
you want to tell me?

With all due respect,

I've worked hard to get here.

I earned Rota.

And my personal relationship
to the Secretary

had nothing to do with it.

I never said it did.

- All clear!
- Nothing here, boss.

Looks totally abandoned.

Heads up...

Ziva...

You all right?

I'm all right.

Hiding me is a decoy, Gibbs.

Get her up.

It's a distraction.

Cobb needed to
keep you occupied.

Why?

He surrendered because he
needed to get inside NCIS.

It is the only way
he can get close

to the man he holds responsible.

Close to who? Vance?

SECNAV.

Davenport's got
24-hour security.

Yeah, well, his niece,
Special Agent Barrett, doesn't.

Uh... Agent Barrett,

I was just, uh... just
coming up to see you.

Beat you to it, Palmer.

We were on our way down
before taking Cobb to lock-up.

Get B2.

Yeah, I'll be real quick.

Fastest DNA swab
in the East.

Did I hear you're
getting married?

Yes. In the spring.

Her name is Breena.

Yeah.

Yeah...

Round two, Barrett.

We're going to
the M.E. van.

We're taking a drive.

Update?

Cameras showed Cobb
forced EJ and Palmer

to take him to
the autopsy garage.

Security said that
Palmer signed out the M.E. van.

So the guards didn't think
twice about checking it.

Agent was rushed to the E.R.

with a concussion and a broken
nose, but he's all right.

Both Palmer and EJ's cell
phones have been disabled,

so GPS tracking
is inoperable.

BOLOs?

Went out to the FBI
and Metro P.D.

And the Agency's on it, too.

Davenport?

SECNAV's been called
and is on his way.

Uncle SECNAV.

She could have
mentioned that.

Maybe she did not want
you to think less of her.

I know what it's like to have
a relative in a place of power.

It can...
influence things.

We'll find them.

How do we know this plan
is going to work?

We don't,
Mr. Secretary.

Cobb had the chance to hurt
Special Agent Barrett once, sir.

He didn't, as a message to you.

He wanted to show you
how humane he could be.

He had to get your attention.

He used EJ as bait.

Found this in Autopsy.

"We'll be waiting at home."

At home, Leon.

The building.

Where Cade and Levin were hit.

It's where the Frankenstein
training occurred.

There's nothing left of it.
There is for Cobb, sir.

He's going back to
where it all started.

I may have conceived
of this project,

but the Secretary
dictated its actions.

Certain jobs
were accepted

that neither the CIA nor
the Navy officially authorized.

Then why order them?

Off-the-record political favors.

I was smart enough
to steer clear.

Kort handled the private jobs.

Well, who's handling Kort?

Mistakes were made,
gentlemen.

Doesn't mean
more people have to die.

I'm giving my resignation
to the President

as soon as this is over.

Let's take care of
this son of a bitch.

Cobb?

Cobb, you hear me?

What the hell
are you doing, Lieutenant?

Training.

To do what, exactly?

Well, as my teacher

Officer Kort once said...

...we had to maintain composure

under the most
arduous situations.

Tried to kill him, sir.

Agent Kort made the mistake of
trying to stop me himself.

Those who can't do, teach.

You know...

I've actually admired your
niece's tenacity for some time.

She's a good agent.

Beautiful girl.

Of course, her
connection to you

is why I started in Rota.

To make sure we ended together.

Well, surely, you didn't
come alone, Mr. Secretary?

We came to
arrest you, Cobb.

Drop the weapon.

It's not that easy, Gibbs.

Don't do it.

You know...

I thought I was being trained
to do what was right.

Drop the gun, Lieutenant.

We can talk about this.

We want to help you.

Liar.

So, what's next?

Rota?

Cade's been
reassigned stateside.

Oh, stateside as
in local, Simon?

No, McGee.

Stateside as in
Bremerton, Washington.

I'm gonna spend

some time with my family
while things heal.

That's good.

Very sorry to see you go,
of course.

Yeah, right.

So you're putting together
a new team, or what?

I'm giving up
my post, too, Tony.

Need some time
to decide what's next.

Ah.

You can have Rota, if you want.

I think I'll stay put.

No sense walking away
from a good thing.

That a compliment,
DiNozzo?

No, boss. Sorry. Never.

I'm thinking about sticking
around D.C. for a while.

Really?

Were you?

It's a real small town,
you know.

Maybe, uh, we'll bump into
each other sometime.

It's possible.

Thank you, Erica Jane Barrett.

For everything.

See you, Gibbs.

It's been real.

Come back anytime,
Special Agent Barrett.

Maybe I will.

It's empty.

You disappointed?

Well, I know
what I would like better.

Consider it
a promise.

What kind of promise?

That we have lots

to talk about when I get back.

I have to work outside
of the country.

For how long?

It could take a while.

Then don't go. Stay.

I can't.

Well, tell them that
I threatened to divorce you.

They know I'm not married.

Well, if you keep doing this,
you'll never be.

Hey. Come here.

Is this good-bye?

For now.

How do I know?

You gave me an empty box.

Mm-mm.

I gave you
a promise.

What is it?

Nothing.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

Ready!

Aim! Fire!

Ready! Aim!

Fire!

Ready! Aim!

Fire!

Present arms!

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

Having you here
as the new SECNAV,

- Clay, is a heck of a surprise.
- Tell me about it, Leon.

When the
President called

to offer me the job, I was
convinced it was a prank.

People are excited to have you.

Well, I'm happy
to be here.

You still box?

Oh, once in a while.

I can't take a beating
the way I used to.

Oh, try working on the Hill
as a lobbyist, 24/7.

That wasn't a beating,
it was a massacre.

So what can I do for you?

What's our first order
of business?

First, promise to protect my ass

as long as it's your sworn duty
as NCIS director.

Easy enough.
What else?

Special Agent
Anthony DiNozzo.

I've already been
in touch with him.

Mind if I
bring him in?

You've spoken to Agent DiNozzo?

Twice, I think.

May I?

Agent DiNozzo,
sit down.

Sir.

Director.

Director Vance, I'm authorizing
Agent DiNozzo access

to sensitive
compartmented information

commensurate with
the Black Program.

None of your other team
members need to know.

Is that clear?

Actually, Clay,
I'm a little concerned.

Secretary Jarvis

when we're
talking shop.

So...

an agent,
somewhere in your organization,

is selling
top-secret information,

and they need to be
dealt with appropriately.

Mr. Secretary, I'd like
to discuss this first.

There's nothing else
to talk about.

If you're uncomfortable
with this,

Agent DiNozzo and I
can do it without you.

Take a look.

That's who
you're handling.

Do whatever it takes.

Any questions?

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