All language subtitles for NCIS - S12E03 - So It Goes.en

Yes, I'm almost there.
Another half-hour.

Relax. Everything's going
according to plan.

I've been to the Smithsonian,
Mount Vernon,

and a dreadful abomination
called Foamhenge.

If anybody's following me,
they'll think I'm just sightseeing.

- We're good.
- MAN [OVER PHONE]: Foamhenge?

Yes, it's an actual replica
of Stonehenge,

except it's all made out of foam.

Pure disaster. Just when you think
you've seen everything.

Oh, dear.

TONY: Burton Moore was born
in 1977 in a small town in Wyoming.

He received a BS in geology
from the University of Wisconsin.

Then spent almost a decade in
the Peace Corps before moving to DC.

- Record?
- He was arrested once.

But for protesting a zoo
that was accused of abusing

- their animals. Mm-hm.
- Oh.

We also have his yearly salary,
favorite bands,

and his political positions on everything
from the Middle East to Middle Earth.

- Which he's a big fan of.
- I can hang with Middle Earth.

Oh, Code McBlue,
Code McBlue, Code McBlue.

- It's a purple grommet.
- BISHOP: Yeah.

- What's going on?
- WOMEN: Nothing.

McGEE: The park ranger
that was here a few weeks ago.

WOMEN:
Yeah.

Are these two doing background
for you?

It totally looks like that, huh?

Places of residence.
Political contributions.

Shoe size.
It's a myth, by the way.

- No, it's not.
- Size 12.

Abby, you don't have
to hide this from me.

I'm not jealous.
I have a girlfriend, remember?

- I wasn't worried that you're jealous.
- Good.

It's the overprotective routine
that's getting old.

- I'm not overprotective.
- Okay. So I can date him?

Absolutely not. You don't know
a thing about this guy.

Aside from this totally comprehensive
background check.

But you two could get
in a lot of trouble for that.

- GIBBS: For what?
- Data is from the Internet.

Yeah, we didn't use
a single law enforcement database.

It's the overprotective routine
that's getting old.

Gear up.
Got a car blast in Virginia.

[ELEVATOR DINGS]

- He's just really not right for--
- Go.

TONY: So truck driver saw the fire,
called 911.

- GIBBS: Any witness?
- Cops found fresh tire tracks there.

Looks like a second vehicle
was parked.

Why didn't they call 911?

- Um, did I get here before you?
- Got here before us. What'd we miss?

DUCKY: And don't spare details. I'm
writing an abstract on thermal trauma

and can use some inspiration.

- You first, Duck.
- The victim is of advanced age.

On first glance I would say he was
ejected from the car in the explosion.

- Was he in the Navy?
- Don't know.

Still waiting on an e-mail back
with the vehicle registration.

- Why was NCIS called?
- BISHOP: Because of this.

Police found it hidden
under the spare in the trunk,

which is probably why it survived.

- TONY: What is it?
- Troop deployment orders.

- What's he doing with those?
- I'm sorry, did I get here before you?

I got that vehicle information.

It's a rental registered
to an Angus Clarke.

I knew an Angus Clarke growing up.

He lived on a beautiful
tree-lined street.

He came from a wealthy family in--

- Beaconsfield?
- Yes.

- In fact, 6123--
- Clifford Avenue.

Duck, who was Angus Clarke?

My best friend.

[ELEVATOR DINGS]

When we were kids,
we used to play a game called

What's the Time, Mr. Wolf?
You would know it as Tag.

To say I enjoyed it immensely
would be an understatement.

In fact, I don't think I've
enjoyed anything as much since.

- How long has it been, Duck?
- Heh. Too long.

You don't need to do this.

- We can get somebody else.
- No, we can't.

When Kate was taken from us,
and Director Shepard, Mike Franks,

their autopsies were
all I had left of them.

If I wasn't willing to give up
those last moments with them,

I'm sure as hell not now.

I already washed the body
and logged the superficial wounds.

- Thank you.
- And I took x-rays, including dental,

- to verify the identity.
- Thank you again.

Doctor, I do have one more question.

What happens
when frogs park illegally?

- Excuse me?
- Never mind.

I looked up a couple of jokes
before you got here.

I thought it might help cheer you up.

It's a thought
I'm regretting right now.

What happens
when frogs park illegally?

They get toad.

Well, let's start the autopsy.

- I couldn't agree more.
- Now wait a minute.

- You're sure these were taken of him?
- Yes.

- I took them myself.
- Give me that.

DUCKY:
Oh.

This gentleman has both
his original central incisors.

- Is that a problem?
- Angus didn't.

This isn't Angus.

His two front teeth were replaced
by dental implants

after they were knocked out in a fight.

- Are you sure?
- Yes. Heh.

I was the one that knocked them out.

MAN [OVER PA]: Train now arriving
on Platform 5, 317 for K Street.

Platform 5...

CLERK: One month, unlimited rides
across the continent.

Oh, lucky you. Well, last thing
I'm going to need is your name.

Donnie Mallard.
And I'm somewhat in a hurry, sir.

Like the Mallard Song of Oxford.

Sung once a century
at a special ceremony.

- I remember when I was a child--
- Sir--

My father used to talk about
the first ceremony in, oh, 1901.

- My pass, please.
- Led by Cosmo Lang...

Sorry. Coming through.
I'm so sorry, sir.

This man's a doctor.
He's needed in surgery immediately.

My apologies, and thank you for
the fascinating insight. Bloody hell.

Thought the old sod would never
shut up. What are you doing here?

Father gave me the night off.

I'll take you to dinner
before you disappear.

- I've already eaten.
- Oh, dear.

- We'll just have to get plastered, then.
- Works for me.

When do you report
for basic training?

Thirty days.
Soon as I get back from my trip.

So, what I want to know is,

why does somebody spend all
that time learning to be a doctor,

and then he signs up
to the Royal Army Medical Corps?

Because not all of us are set to inherit
the family fortune when we grow up.

Heh-heh. Speaking of which,
gonna have to go past Daddy's hotel.

Left my wallet there.

- Forget it.
- Forget what?

I know what you're up to.
It is as plain as a pikestaff.

- What am I up to?
- You've clearly arranged

some sort of
surprise going-away party

and are trying to lure me
to the location,

knowing full well
that I despise surprise parties.

Ah. Now, you see, I knew I wouldn't
be able to lure you to the hotel, so...

[WHISTLES]

- Surprise.
- Surprise.

You hear the good news?
Our victim is not Ducky's best friend.

Well, that's good news
for Ducky's best friend.

Just trying to look at the positive.
And the DNA sample Jimmy gave me.

I mean, hopefully we can find out
whose bestie this guy is.

I was able to identify
the source of the explosion.

It's a shell from an AT4 anti-tank
weapon. How's that for overkill?

- You trace the source, Abs?
- I'm trying.

But the AT4 is the most common
anti-tank weapon in the world.

I did find intrigue, though,

on what was left of our victim's
car's navigation system.

He programmed NCIS
as his destination.

- He was coming to the Navy Yard.
- Maybe he was returning

those classified documents
to Lost and Found or something.

That's not all he had.

The flash drive that we found
was corrupted from the heat,

but I was able to reconstruct
some of the file structures.

Our victim had dossiers
on at least three Naval officers.

Like their photos and their
job descriptions. All sorts of stuff.

- Anything in common? Oh.
- Yeah, they're all dead.

They weren't murdered or anything.
Natural causes and accidents.

This guy had a car accident.
And a heart attack.

This guy fell off the roof when
he was replacing a solar attic fan.

I mean, it's weird, right?

I thought I'd have some sort of theory,
but I've got nothing.

- Oh. Except our victim's identity.
- I'll take that.

TONY:
Our victim is Samuel Colpepper.

British national,
arrived last week on business.

Customs say he was traveling
with this man.

That is Ducky's friend Angus.
Colpepper works for him.

He manages one of the hotels Angus
owns. Apparently he owns a few.

- Ducky's friend still stateside?
- TONY: No.

Flew back to England three days ago.

Colpepper stayed behind
a couple of days

to do some shopping,
judging by his credit-card charges.

- What were they doing here?
- Meeting with local businessmen.

That was Angus's office.
They gave me a list of names.

But, Gibbs, nobody's heard
from Angus since he got back.

- UK police are looking for him.
- I made a few calls too.

- No luck.
- We know Colpepper

was coming to NCIS.

- Possible he was coming to see you.
- Duck.

Well, I can't imagine
why an employee of Angus's

would have a list
of deceased Navy sailors,

some classified material,
or why he would be bringing it to me.

- We got nothing.
- Well, then get something.

Interview all the businessmen Angus
and Colpepper met with. On it, boss.

- McGee, open up the files again.
- Make sure those were accidents.

- Bishop, pack a bag.
- On it. Uh, where am I going?

England. Interview Angus
as soon as he turns up.

- On it.
- If he turns up.

Hey, Duck, don't you have some
vacation time you haven't used up?

I have all of it, in fact.

[ELEVATOR DINGS]

Thank you.

- Care for a traveling companion?
- Took you long enough.

Don't worry, we'll find your friend.

When was the last time you saw him?

[GRUNTS]

Mallard, you bloody bastard.

My going-away party.

DUCKY: All I'm saying is that you
ought to be evaluated for sleep apnea.

It's called snoring, okay?

And you did your fair share
while I was trying to sleep too.

- I do not snore.
- Okay.

- Tell that to Rows 4 through 29.
- Agent Bishop, Dr. Mallard.

I recognize you from the old photos.

We spoke on the phone.
Gareth Godfrey.

Mr. Clarke's personal assistant.

- Thanks for meeting us.
- Is there any word?

I checked with local police
when we landed. Nothing new.

We're all worried sick. It's unlike
Mr. Clarke to disappear like this.

Maybe we can be
of some assistance.

- Is it possible to look at his office?
- That's out of the question.

Per Mr. Clarke,
no one is allowed in his office.

- No one. And no exceptions.
- However these are exceptional times.

So we will make one.
My husband is missing.

These people might be able to help.

GODFREY: But Mr. Clarke--
- I have divorce papers for him to sign.

If he doesn't turn up,
I'll have to wait seven more years.

May I present Margaret Clarke,
Mr. Clarke's lovely wife.

Put a sock in it.

You've come a long way
for an old friend.

I don't have many left.

Yes, I know the feeling.

Go anywhere you please.

Mr. Godfrey will make sure
that you have access.

I want to be her when I grow up.

[ROCK MUSIC PLAYING
OVER SPEAKERS]

[LAUGHING]

- Well done, boys.
- ANGUS: Look what the cat dragged in.

- Nice of you to join us.
- Oh, put a sock in it.

I was shopping
for your going-away present.

Oh.

You must be joking. Do I look
like the bow tie type to you?

It's time to update your wardrobe.

You're a medical doctor,
not Doctor Who.

Yeah, that's practical for someone
about to backpack across Europe.

Well, okay then, Mr. Practical,
what did you get him?

Something for him to remember us by
when he's killing his first patient.

[LAUGHS]

[LAUGHS]

DUCKY:
A scalpel? Ha-ha.

Well, I'm sorry to disappoint.

Obstetricians don't lose
that many patients.

Obstetrics? I thought you wanted
to specialize in heart surgery.

It's another four years of university.
I've had it up to here with cadavers.

To be honest, if I never see
another dead body, it'll be too soon.

MAN:
Phone call for you, sir.

Hello?

[LAUGHS]

Oh.

Dr. Mallard,
emergency telephone call for you.

Hello, this is Dr. Mallard.

How on earth did that happen?

How should I know? I'm a doctor,
not a veterinarian, Mother.

- BOTH: Ha-ha.
- Hello?

Hello? Bloody corgis got
into the liquor cabinet again.

Speaking of which...

To the Three Musketeers.

- The Three Musketeers.
- The Three Musketeers.

Cheers.

[EXHALES]

- Come on, let's dance.
- I'm knackered.

No, no, no. I've gotta answer
the call of nature.

GODFREY:
This is the Prime Minister's suite.

Mr. Clarke took it over
as his office several years ago.

Please, try not to disturb too much.

Mr. Clarke is quite meticulous
with the order of things.

Looks as if Angus
was sleeping in his office.

BISHOP: Guess his wife wasn't
kidding about those divorce papers.

I'll check the computer.

Whoa, heh, is that you?

Heh. Yes. Hard to believe it, isn't it?

You were hot. Like, really, really...

- Never mind. Sorry.
- For what?

I really loved that turtleneck.

- I'll check some of these files.
- So you knew Angus's wife?

- Yes, we were the best of friends.
- What happened?

Life happened.

- Are you getting anything?
- Not yet.

I got access to Angus's e-mail,
but it's mostly forwards of bad jokes.

Oh, wait. No, hold on.

There's something still in the cache
someone tried to delete.

It's an e-mail to Colpepper
the day he was killed.

It's the same dossiers Abby
pulled off of Colpepper's flash drive.

Well, Colpepper must have got it
from Angus.

But what was Angus doing with it
in the first place?

I don't know. We should show them to
his wife. Maybe she knows something.

I'm gonna send this to Abby first,
and then we can--

[SPEAKS IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE]

BISHOP: No wonder Angus
and his wife were having problems.

Hey!

- Get off my property.
- It's a fair offer.

- I'd rather lose my building.
- Then I'll buy it from the bank.

Well, then maybe
I'll just break your face.

- NCIS.
- Gunner's mate, USS Saratoga.

Got no quarrel with you boys.
Him, I'm gonna break his face.

Typical of Americans.
You all think you're John Wayne.

- Peter Velo?
- Yes.

- We'll take him off your hands.
- Works for me.

Just watch out for that one.
He's a snake.

I'm a businessman.
He's facing bankruptcy.

I offer him solvency in exchange for
an equity stake. How is that a crime?

Or a reason to equate me
with herpetology for that matter?

Herpet--? We-- We just need
to ask you a few questions.

Did you meet with this man recently?

Uh, Angus, yes. Five days ago.

He ran into some solvency trouble of
his own a few years ago with a hotel.

I bailed him out. He was grateful.

That was in the UK.
Why were you meeting here?

I relocated to your lovely country
two months ago.

I asked Angus to fly out
to talk about opening a hotel here.

- What is this about exactly?
- Angus is missing.

One of his employees was murdered.

- Not Colpepper?
- That's the one.

Oh.

What?

I'm sure it's nothing, but, uh...

Angus was clearly quite upset
with Colpepper about something.

I don't know what. I didn't
think much about it at the time.

But?

Now you're telling me Colpepper
has been murdered,

it does lead one to wonder.

So go ahead. Ask me.

- Ask you what?
- You know what.

Okay. Have you spoken
to your park ranger friend?

- None of your business.
- You just told me to ask.

I changed my mind.

I'd like to ask something.

Really? I have to ask?

No, no. I've been going
through the autopsy reports

of our sailors
from our crime scene flash drive.

This guy fell asleep while driving.

So the cops did a blood test
to see if he'd been drinking.

- He wasn't.
- Right. But I dug a little deeper.

I found breakdown products that would
be missed by a regular blood panel.

I think he was drugged.

And I found something similar
in every autopsy report.

- These weren't accidents, Gibbs.
- They were murdered.

I've actually got three names
to add to the list.

The original e-mail from Angus
contained three dossiers

we weren't able to recover
from the flash drive.

- This one had a heart attack.
- Supposedly.

- This one accidentally drowned.
- Supposedly.

McGEE:
And this one...

- ...is not dead.
- You sure?

Yeah, he's the only one
on the list that's not dead.

ABBY:
Yet.

You guys need to go find him fast.

You read the article I sent, right?

Yeah, 84,000 chemicals
on the market today.

Only 200 have been tested for
human safety. People have no idea--

- Commander? NCIS.
- Whoa, excuse me.

We would like to speak with you.

I'll call you back. Can this wait?

I need to keep my heart rate up
for another 10 minutes.

We need you to come
to the Navy Yard with us.

Sorry, I won't go anywhere
until you tell me what this is about.

We found list of dead sailors
at a crime scene.

- And you're on it.
- Me? Why? I'm not dead.

We think it's a hit list.

[CHUCKLES]

This is a joke, right?
Matthews put you up to this.

Uh, no joke. No, one of the murders
was made to look like a heart attack.

Heart attack. Mm.

Do I look like the type
that has a heart attack?

There was one that was
a supposed drunk-driving accident.

I don't drink, I don't smoke.
Look, I'm in the prime of my life, guys.

I intend to live until I'm at least--

[COUGHING]

Commander? McGee, call 911.

- BISHOP: Any news on Bucket?
- He's stable.

Apparently he did have
some kind of allergic reaction.

- Good thing Gibbs was there.
- He's debriefing him in the hospital.

Did you catch up with the woman
from Angus' office?

Yeah, uh, she works here.

Claims she got kicked out
of her apartment

and was just using
Angus's room to crash.

- There was only one bed.
- I know. I noticed that.

But she insists that
there was nothing between them,

and that she has no idea
where he is.

I'll assume "he" is Angus,
but who's "she"?

Never mind. And I don't care.

Uh, you wanted me
to look at some photos?

Yes, your husband e-mailed a series
of dossiers to an employee of his.

Do any of these men look familiar?

You know what? Uh, I just realized
I've never seen Big Ben. Cheerio.

No. Um, sorry,
I don't recognize anything.

What happened, Maggie?

MAGGIE:
What a wonderful party.

And don't tell me
that you didn't have fun.

If you're going through hell,
you keep going.

Winston Churchill,
who wears a bow tie, by the way.

Get stuffed. I'd rather have
a noose around my neck.

I do love a man in a bow tie.

Well, you'll have to put it on.
I've no idea how.

[GIGGLING]

- Come with me, Mags.
- Where are we going?

I mean tomorrow.

On my trip.

Donald.

- I have something to tell--
- I love you, Mags.

I've been in love with you
from the moment we met.

I know you feel something too.

Why didn't you
say something sooner?

- If I'd have known--
- I'm saying something now.

And what the bloody hell
is going on here?

Angus.

- I'm sorry.
- Wait. Why are you sorry?

[SIGHS]

- I see.
- It just happened.

We were going to tell you.

What if Donnie had said
something sooner, huh?

- Does that make me second fiddle?
- All right, mate, back off.

- You're as drunk as a lord.
- I'm drunk, not blind!

I can see she fancies you.
So which is it, Mags?

Who's it gonna be, eh?

[MUMBLES]

- Have you lost your mind?
- You just tried to snog my girl, mate.

- You don't even love her, Angus.
- And you do?

Oh, God.

[ANGUS SNICKERS]

Fine, keep her. What do I care?

She's nothing
but a cheap floozy anyway.

Hey.

You bloody bastard.

[GRUNTING]

You left.

And you never came back.

[MUMBLES]

Agent Gibbs here? I got the
toxicology report for the commander.

- He's not back from the hospital yet.
- GIBBS: I am now.

Allergic reaction to shellfish. A residue
somehow got into his water bottle.

- Somehow?
- Easily could've been an accident.

- It wasn't.
- Supposed to look like one.

Petty officer say anything?

I drink too much coffee.
Not much more than that.

We got something here, boss.

Still no clue why
these guys were targeted,

but we finally found
a connection between them.

Each time one of them died,
someone was assigned

to take over their duties.
Nothing odd there.

TONY: The odd part is all
of the replacements were Albanian.

- Albanian-American.
- GIBBS: All of them?

Yeah, we did some math and--
Well, McGee did the math.

The odds of that happening by chance
are less than one in 10,000.

Bring them in.

[PALMER LAUGHS]

Very nice, very nice.
I love watching you guys work.

Honestly. Bravo, bravo.

[PHONE RINGS]

Yeah, it's Gibbs. Hey.
Yeah, Bishop, what have you got?

When?

All right. Thanks.

What does she got?

Police found Ducky's friend,
at the bottom of a river.

You do house calls now?

Don't say it.
I don't want to hear the details.

I knew when I hadn't heard from him
that something had happened.

Forty-five years,
he's never been gone this long.

- No matter how bad it got.
- Can I get you anything?

My coat.

Wait a minute.
My going-away present.

I left it at the club that night.

Angus took it home.
Kept it in his desk for years.

Eventually he had that stand made.

That was the last time
we saw each other.

There is very little in my life
that I regret more than that night.

He would say the same.

Marrying me might be
the only thing that trumps it.

I find that hard to believe.

Angus and I were meant to be friends.

The best of friends,
but I think that was it.

These last few years,
we barely spoke to each other.

I have to go.

I need to tell his employees
before anyone else does.

Angus would have wanted that.

Mrs. Clarke.

- I don't know how to tell you this.
- I think they already know.

Sorry, can't help you.

- Can't or won't?
- I'm just a medical supply clerk.

If you want to talk about antibiotics
or prosthetics, I'm your guy.

As far as how my predecessor died,
I don't know anything,

except that it was a terrible accident.

And I can say that over,
and over, and over if you like.

[SIGHS]

- How many more?
- Well...

We've interrogated five
of the replacements,

- and he is the last.
- It's not gonna be any different.

None of them know anything
about Angus Clark.

None of them know
about their predecessors' deaths.

- None of them know anything.
- Except they know everything.

They're not hiding it very well.
Must be pretty confident

we can't tie them to the murders.

Well, we haven't yet, but I found
something interesting here.

I was going over their service files,
and it turns out that all of them

listed the same emergency contact
on their systems application.

- Albania's a pretty small country.
- Not that small.

Contact is named Gareth Ahmeti.
I did some checking.

He's reported to be a member
of the Albanian mafia.

Specialty is assassination.

Interpol says he's living in the UK
under the name Gareth Godfrey.

GODFREY: He was truly,
truly a remarkable man.

[GODFREY SIGHS]

I just need a moment.
Perhaps a drink?

- Actually, we were--
- Thank you.

McGEE: Gareth Ahmeti worked
his way up the Albanian mafia

by having a knack for killing people.

Why is he still free?

No one's ever lived
to testify against him.

Interpol thinks
that he was sent to the UK

to keep an eye on a prostitution
and smuggling ring.

What they were smuggling
was weapons.

Abby finally traced the AT4
that took out our victim's car.

I called the Joint Munitions Command.
A whole bunch of them are missing.

One of the replacements works
at the Joint Munitions Command.

Weapons disappeared right after
he took over the department.

Any guesses what we'd find if we were
to audit their supply departments?

- A lot of missing supplies.
- This guy's in medicine.

- This guy's in ammo.
- TONY: It's a smuggling ring.

The Albanian mafia
has enlisted in our military.

So Ahmeti takes out
the department heads.

Which moves their people
into positions to steal?

McGEE: That's what Ducky's friend
was trying to tell us.

- Where is he now?
- Nobody knows.

I do. I do.

Sorry I'm eavesdropping,
but I was really bored down in Autopsy.

I do enjoy watching you guys work.

- Where?
- Uh...

Gareth helped, uh,
Dr. Mallard make a Skype call.

The doctor said
he was Angus Clarke's assistant.

TONY:
Probably just a cover.

He was so good to me.

One of the best employers I ever had.

[PHONE RINGING]

- Oh. Excuse me.
- GIBBS: Duck, are you there?

Yes, Jethro. No.

Did he ever say anything about me?

He was always so scarce
with his praise, I've wondered.

MAGGIE: I'm sure Angus
was satisfied with your work.

His standards weren't very high.

- I mean--
- I'm sorry, Gareth.

I need to have a word
in private with Maggie.

No.

- You don't!
- What on earth are you doing?

Jethro. You must mean one
of your friends from NCIS.

Sit down. Both of you.

No, Bishop, you get there
as fast as you can.

What law-enforcement agencies
are near Finchley?

- Your office has use of a chopper?
- Are you even in England?

GIBBS: Stop, stop. Call your contacts
and see who can meet you.

Keep trying Clarke's home
phone number. Call Ducky's cell.

GODFREY:
It's a shame, Dr. Mallard.

I just came by to see
if Margaret suspected anything.

If you weren't here,
she might have lived.

- Now you're both going to die.
- You killed my husband.

I didn't want to. I liked Angus,
more than you did, I think.

But he was a rat.

You're the worst personal assistant
I've ever known.

[GODFREY CHUCKLES]

With you, I'll be quick.

Her?

I'm going to take my time.

- Over my dead body.
- I'm glad we understand each other.

And what are you gonna do with that?

- Give me a paper cut?
- I doubt the blade is clean.

Infections can be deadly.

Give me that knife. Ungh.

This was my favorite suit.
I take it back.

- I'm gonna take my time with you too.
- I can still save your life.

[LAUGHS]

- Oh, yeah?
- There is still time.

All mouth and no trousers, this one.

You're feeling light-headed?
I just nicked your brachial artery.

You'll be dead
in less than 90 seconds.

I'm having trouble breathing.

Yes, that would be your dying
of hypovolemic shock.

The sweating and chest pains
are normal.

- Seventy seconds.
- You have to do something.

No, I don't. But if you tell me
why my best friend is dead,

I'll consider it. Sixty seconds.

Ugh. We were running
a prostitution ring out of Angus's hotel.

- My husband wouldn't let you do that.
- He didn't have a choice.

We told him if he ratted us out,
we'd kill you.

But he was a sneaky one.

Angus found out that you were also
running a smuggling ring in the U.S.

He tried to get the evidence to me.

He hoped that NCIS
would take you down.

That you'd go to jail and never know
who sent you there.

Angus would be free.

But it didn't quite work out
that way, did it?

We found his e-mail to Colpepper.

Couldn't let him talk.
That's all I know.

- Fix my arm already.
- No. No, that's not all you know.

You said "we" were running
a prostitution ring.

You're just an errand boy. A gofer.

Put in place
to keep an eye on Angus.

So who's really in charge?

Is it someone
you're willing to die for?

If so, you're welcome
to be my guest.

Agent Gibbs, good to see you again.

May I introduce my new partner?

Mr. Kowolski finally saw
the wisdom of my offer.

Hardly. The bank twisted my arm.
I had no choice.

- Wouldn't sign that paper if I were you.
- No.

You don't want to be in business
with a guy like him.

- I beg your pardon?
- You're not relocating to the U.S.

- You're expanding operations here.
- What on earth are you talking about?

We were wondering,

"What's this guy doing
with an import-export business?"

But then we saw
the list of chemicals

your crew smuggled
off that Navy base.

Yeah, we're thinking meth.

[BOTH LAUGH]

Look at him go.

[GASPS]

Back to square one, I guess.

- Sorry about that.
- Oh, works for me.

Thanks so much.
Yeah, bummer about the taxi strike.

The SAC from the NCIS office
is coming to take us to Heathrow.

We have about half-hour.

You want to head back to the hotel?

Ducky, everything okay?

I'm sorry, Eleanor.
Everything is, uh, as it must be.

So how did you leave things
with Maggie?

I didn't. I just left.

- Without saying goodbye?
- MAGGIE: Without saying goodbye.

Living across the pond hasn't
done much for your manners.

I'll, uh, be right back.

DUCKY: So you came
to say goodbye. Feels familiar.

It shouldn't. You didn't give me
a chance last time.

- Or to explain.
- What was there to explain?

[MAN SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY
OVER PA]

MAN [OVER PA]:
Train now about to call on Platform 3,

heading to Dover,

stopping at Canterbury East,

Ashford, Folkestone,
Dover Priory,

and Dover Western Docks.

All passengers,
please board immediately.

It was the hardest day of my life,

choosing between
the two men that I loved.

- I chose wrong.
- No.

- Maggie--
- Angus and I were wonderful friends,

but a horrible couple.

By the time I realized that,
you were off to the war,

and I was committed
to the role of a good wife.

I thought you hated bow ties.

I do. They're impossible
to keep straight.

Why are you still--?

Why didn't you ever marry?
You had so much love to give.

A colleague and a very good friend
of mine lost his soul mate.

And then he nearly wrecked his life

marrying the wrong woman
over and over,

trying to find her again.

I chose to skip that part.

So now what?

I don't suppose it's good anymore.

Or is it?

- What are you asking me?
- To be honest, I don't know.

All I know is that I would like
to stand here with you a little longer.

Next to you.

And maybe just not say anything.