All language subtitles for NCIS - S14E01 - Rogue.en

*

One of my coworkers
is at the bar.

Miguel.

I know, I know.
No, Miguel.

I know.
No, I know.
You promised.

No police work
tonight.

I'll make it
super quick.

(sighs)

Like, super quick.

Like, I'll just go
and be like, "Hey."

High-five.

(sighs)

Real quick.
Two seconds.

I'm just gonna...

(snaps fingers, pops lips)

You're my angel.

You know that,
right, Elena?

Say it.
I'm your angel.

Good. Oof, that wasn't
so hard, right?

Mm.

Hey.

They'll let anyone in here, huh?

(both chuckle)

Hey, I'm gonna
get you a drink.
No.

No, I'm here
on business.

Oh. Well...

Must be important
if the captain

is sending you out
this late.

Not the captain.

Mr. Silva sent me.

He wanted to express
his condolences

about your sister
back in the U.S.

And since you're a lying
American agent,

she dies tonight.

(grunts)

(choking)
Shh.

Shh.

(groaning)
It's okay,
it's okay.

(laughing)

I'm not gonna tell
your mom, okay?

(laughing)

Oh, hey, can we get him
a little water, please?

Gracias.

*

AMANDA:
Commander, it's just a concert.

What's the big deal?
You're too young.

This is so unfair;
all my friends get to go.

Look, when you turn 18,
you're free to see

as many boy bands
as you want.

Dad, "The 1975"
is not a boy band.

Oh, my God! Could you two
be any more uncool?

The teenage years
are upon us.

Lucia?

Huh?

Did you say something?

Is everything okay?

You've been quiet
all night.

No, it's fine;
it's just work.

(car beeping)

The car's
acting up again.

What? Wait a minute.
What's...?

AMANDA:
Fire!

(screams) Oh!

(horn blaring)

Amanda!

Oh, my God, Amanda!

(grunts)

It's gonna be okay.

It's gonna be okay.

GEORGE:
Help.

LUCIA:
George.

George!

*

Good morning.

That's my robe.

Yes, it is.
Mine is in the wash.

Was either wear this
or go au naturale.

You know...

I am in love
with this new sofa.

It's like being hugged
by a microfiber cloud.

I wouldn't know.

I haven't been able
to sit in it yet.

Oh.

Do you have
physical therapy?

I rescheduled.

You can't get better
if you don't put in the work.

Thank you for those sage words,
Confucius,

but I have been doing
the work every day,

all day, for the
past 12 weeks.

I just thought
with, uh,

Em at school,
I could take a few "me" days.

One day.

Hey, you know, I read
in this month's Cosmo

that compromise

is the key to maintaining
a successful relationship.

It was in my doctor's
waiting room.

Ah.

While you're out,
would you get some milk?

And some more cereal?

(door closes)

Thank you.

(sighs)

Guess who's back?

McGEE:
Bishop!

Welcome back.

Thanks, Tim.

(chuckles)

How was Scotland?
Amazing.

The Lochs, the Glens,
the Isle of Skye.

I even met up
with Clayton Reeves

for a few days.
Oh, yeah, how was that?

Eye opening.
His stamina is incredible.

Couldn't keep up.

Hiking, Tim. Hiking.

Right.

So, you haven't settled in
to the new desk yet?

(sighs) You know,
I'm-I'm still trying

to adjust to the layout.

I mean, you know,
everything's reversed.

The monitors, the phone,
partition even.

It's like Bizarro
World, you know?

TERRY:
Unbelievable!

You know, I came into this
with an open mind.

Turns out, those stories about
Gibbs weren't exaggerated.

I'm sorry.
Who are you?

McGEE:
Bishop, meet...

Special Agent Terry Mahler.

He is our newest probie.
Not anymore.

Gibbs just fired me.
Can you believe that?

Actually, I can, yeah. You
fell asleep at work, twice.

Chronic exhaustion is a
legitimate medical condition.

I require two to
three naps a day.

Now, if you'll
excuse me...

(phone plays lullaby melody)

...it's time for my 8:15-er.

Hmm. So how long
did this one last?

Four days.
Hmm.

Grab your gear.

Let's go!

We got a dead commander
in Alexandria.

Welcome back, Bishop.

Good to be back, Gibbs.

(camera clicking)

After enjoying Phnom Penh,

it was on to the temple
at Angkor Wat.

Yeah. It's as
spectacular today

as it was all those
many moons ago.

What brought on
this desire

to revisit all your
old haunts, Doctor?

I'm chronicling
my life's work, Mr. Palmer.

Yes. I-I need to write down
all those precious moments

before... before I forget them.

Certain things
I'd like to forget.

Like in high school,
when I waxed my legs

to give me that
extra swimmer's edge.

I still came in last.

Perhaps that's a chapter
you should leave out.

Yeah.

What do we know?

McGEE:
We got the Campbell family,

driving home from a party
at the base officer's club

when fire erupted
from inside the vehicle,

causing them to swerve
off the road, crash here.

BISHOP:
Marine Major Lucia Campbell

was able to pull herself
and her daughter from the wreck.

They were taken
to a local hospital.

Unfortunately,
her husband,

Navy Commander
George Campbell,

was trapped inside
when it exploded.

You got a cause of the fire?
McGEE: Well, it's hard to say.

The vehicle's a hybrid.
According to my research...

Shush with your research,
McGee.

The hybrid's battery
is not to blame.

Do you know what a rarity
this is?

A hybrid vehicle exploding
because of a faulty battery?

I thought you said the
battery wasn't to blame.

Well, it is and it isn't.

This compartment
has been tampered with.

Someone at that party

turned this car
into a ticking time bomb.

(spraying air)

(clears throat)

Get it all?

Dust, boss. It's a keyboard's
worst enemy.

Give me an update.

BISHOP: Well, our victim is
Navy Commander George Campbell.

Worked in logistics
at the Pentagon.

While his C.O. described him
as a man without enemies,

the same cannot be said
for his wife,

Marine Major
Lucia Campbell.

McGEE:
Works as a prosecutor

for the Judge Advocate
General here in D.C.

And she's got
numerous convictions,

so makes for a pretty
long list of suspects.
What's her condition?

Well, she suffered
a concussion in the explosion,

still hasn't regained
consciousness.

BISHOP: However, their daughter
only received minor injuries.

She's being held
for observation.

(clapping)

Gibbs.

I came to offer
my congratulations.

Eight rejected agents
in the last three months.

It's a new record for you.

GIBBS:
Quinn. Long time no see.

How ya been?
I've been better.

I bet you know why.

Aha.

Bishop, find out
what Amanda knows.

McGee, check with JAG.

Campbell's cases,
past and present.

Let's take a walk.

Can't wait.

How is life at FLETC?

Same old, same old.

Eat, sleep,
train probies.

Repeat.

I'll tell you,

they're lucky to have you
as an instructor.

Really?

Well, you could have fooled me.

Every agent I send you,
you reject.

None were the right fit.

(sighs) Okay.

Well, uh, one was too smart.

One was too slow,
one was too physical.

One was too timid.

You're like the Goldilocks
of NCIS.

Why don't you just tell me
what it is you're looking for?

I'll know it when I see it.

As helpful as that is,

I'm gonna need a little bit
more information

if you want me to do my job.

Okay.

Why don't you stick around.

Shadow the team.

See firsthand what kind
of an agent we need here.

(sighs)

You never make things easy,
do you?

What's the fun in that?

AMANDA: The last thing
that I remember, I was...

(monitor beeping steadily)

...I was, I was listening
to music, and then...

there was a fire.

And I woke up here.

Amanda, was everything
okay at home?

Ever since she got back
from her trip last week,

she's been quiet.

And the Major
is never quiet.

What trip was she on?

It was for work.

She said she had a...
a lead on some case.

I didn't ask.

Yesterday, I had both
my parents.

I want to go back.

Captain Roberts.

How are ya?
Been a while.

It has, Agent McGee.
Good to see you.
You, too.

Is, uh, Gibbs
tough as ever?
Even more so.

Yeah, how are, uh, Harm
and Mac, how are they doing?

(chuckles) Actually,
it's really interesting.

Okay, so, Harm...
(door opens)

Oh, don't mind me, okay.

Captain, this is Agent Quinn.

Pleasure.
Pretend I'm not here.

So how long had Major Campbell
been working at JAG?

Uh, Lucia has been with us
for about four years.

And she is one of the best
prosecutors I've ever seen.

So it would be safe to say
she ruffled a few feathers?

Well, we're lawyers,
Agent McGee.

It's sort of what we do.

(Quinn laughs)

That's a good one.

Sorry.

I like this guy.

She express any concerns
about her safety?

If she had, I would have
contacted NCIS immediately.

And the work
trip last week,

what lead was she
following up on?

Uh, there was no work trip.

Major Campbell had asked
for some personal leave time.

She said that she had
a private matter

that she had to attend to.

Why would she lie about it
to her family?

Mr. Palmer...

...how much time will

this extracurricular
assignment of yours take?

I would like my exam room
back to its original state.

My apologies,
Dr. Mallard.

It's just, digitizing

all of these archived
NCIS autopsy records

is taking a bit longer
than expected.

On the plus side though,
this has given me

a near-encyclopedic
knowledge of our past.

Well, shall I put you
to the test?

Hit me.

August 1988,

Chief Lawrence Dunphy.

Uh, Navy diver,
found in Virginia Beach,

shot through the heart
with his own harpoon gun.

(laughs) Very good.

Not for Chief Dunphy. Ouch.

What do ya got, Duck?

Revisiting past cases,
Jethro.

I'd rather know
about the present.

Well, the results of

Commander Campbell's
examination were as expected.

Cause of death: massive trauma
inflicted by the explosion.

However, Mr. Palmer
discovered something

which might
prove relevant.

According to the hospital
records for his wife,

Major Lucia Campbell,

there was a neurotoxin
found in her blood draw.

The chemical composition
corresponds to the venom

of the Latrodectus
corallinus.

That's a species
of black widow spider

native to Argentina.

JIMMY: And according to the
amount found in her system,

she was bitten recently.

Like, within the last two weeks
recently.

So, what was Major Campbell
doing in Argentina?

(phone rings)

Hello.

I'm on my way up.

Give me another one.
(laughs)

Agent Quinn, you know,
I don't know

if you remember this at all,

but you were actually
one of my instructors

when I first
joined NCIS.

You used to love mystery novels.

Used to carry a paperback
around in your bag.

Look at this.

Still do.

Yeah, I never forget a student.

BISHOP:
That's amazing.

What do you remember about me?

I'm sorry,
what's your name again?

Ellie Bishop.

I was at FLETC
two years ago.

During breaks,
I sat on the floor

near the vending machines
on my laptop.

I'm sorry, I'm drawing a blank.

GIBBS:
What do ya got?

Uh, Nick Torres,
Lucia Campbell's

younger brother
and an NCIS agent.

I don't know him.

Torres's name
didn't register earlier

'cause he's
a deep-cover agent.

As you know,
their identities

and records are sealed
by the director.

How'd we find out
he was an agent?

'Cause I recognized him.

I trained him eight years ago
when he joined with the Agency.

Never forget a student.

Uh, most of the time.

I'm not surprised
he ended up in undercover.

He was unattached,

he was persuasive,

he was clever,
a bit unstable.

You just described a sociopath.

Yeah, but only the good kind.

Mm, that's not a thing.

Where is Torres now?

Vanished six months ago
while on assignment.

After her younger brother
was presumed dead,

Lucia wanted answers; she hired
a private investigator.

According to the e-mails
found on her home computer,

the P.I. followed the trail
to Buenos Aires and sent her

this surveillance photo.

Gibbs...

this image is recent.

Agent Torres is alive.

I ever tell you
I met him once?

I was attending
a meeting at the Willard.

He was in town
visiting the president.

Man knew things.

So do you, Leon.

Special Agent Nick Torres.

It's "need to know."

Yeah, well, I need to know.

Just like that?

Yeah, if it affects a case,
just like that.

Agent Torres is one of the
best undercover ops we got.

He's deep for a reason.

2014, the State Department
needed an agent to surveil

the Global Enforcement
Academy. You familiar?

Yeah, training centers.
Right.

Taught by U.S. agents
abroad to educate

local law enforcement in
everything from counterterrorism

to human trafficking.

We discovered that a handful
of these trained officers

were being scouted
as mercenaries.

Torres went under.

Mm-hmm.

As a student at the
G.E.A. in Argentina,

where he took on
the persona of...

federal officer
Captain Miguel Lorenza.

Until last March, he was
still sending updates.

Then he went
off the grid.

(computer beeps)

Backup found
his apartment scrubbed.

We searched, we waited--
nothing.

State Department told us
to assume the worst.

If Torres is still alive,

why didn't he reach out?
Well, he might've

had to go so deep,
he could've gone rogue.

Or worse.

He switched sides.

Torres's sister went
to Argentina recently

to look for him.

Few days later, somebody plants
a bomb in her car.

That's one hell
of a coincidence.

What class were you in again?

Uh, 2514.

Gundersen, Simoni and Murphy?

Yes!

You sure you were in that class?

Yes. Yes. No, I...
I'm the one who-who...

knocked out the
assailant's front teeth

during a Protective
Operations exercise.

Yeah, everyone started calling
me "The Incisor-nator."

(laughs softly)

No, still doesn't ring a bell.

Seriously?

(inhales sharply)

(sighs):
I need a snack.

(chuckles softly)

(groans)

I saw that.

Oh, yeah? You saw what?

You do remember her.
Course I do.

Bishop is not a personality
that you easily forget.

So why are you messing with her?

Oh, because
she's so tightly wound.

She needs to loosen up
a little bit.

Plus, it tickles me.

Still messing with Bishop?

It's too easy not to.

(computer beeps)

Boss, just got a BOLO hit on one
of Torres's undercover aliases.

Where?

McGEE: It's here in D.C.
Landed at Dulles International

from Buenos Aires
15 minutes ago.

WOMAN (over speakers):
Next stop, Union Station.

Final stop
on the Dulles Airport shuttle.

You're a long way from Buenos
Aires, Captain Lorenzo!

(grunting)

(groans)

(gunshot)

NCIS!
Drop it!

Special Agent Torres.

Relax.

We're on the same side.

Are we?

(siren approaching)

VANCE:
Your mission was

to suss out any corruption
within U.S.-sanctioned training.

Which is what I was doing
successfully at G.E.A.

for the past year and a half.

Until you fell off the grid.

We thought
you were dead.
But that is the point.

What the hell happened
in Argentina?

Well...

while I was undercover
as a trainee, Miguel Lorenza,

I was befriended
by a classmate.

David Silva.

He was the best of the best
at the academy.

A crack shot
with an affinity for explosives.

He is the son...

of Leo Silva,
a South American businessman

who made a fortune
off the Argentinean oil boom.

That's not where he started.

How do you know him, Gibbs?

Mike Franks.

NIS investigated Silva
for crooked business deals

with military vendors
in Cartagena.

And what's Silva's play
with G.E.A.?

He's recruiting mercenaries,

scouted out by his son.

Extortion, tampering
with evidence, even hired hits.

Anything to keep his name clean.

GIBBS:
M.O. hasn't changed much.

Mike never could
get a charge to stick.

Because he keeps his
operation in-house,

which is why
I had to go rogue.

To infiltrate his inner circle.

How?

TORRES: I started a relationship
with his daughter.

Elena.

As time passed,

he began to trust me
as one of his own.

He told me
they were in the midst

of planning
something big,

and soon.

And before
I could find out what,

well, my sister showed up to
Buenos Aires asking questions.

She blew your cover.
Yeah.

Figured that out when I was
jumped by one of his men.

I came here
to warn Lucia,

but I was too late.

Mission's not over.

BISHOP:
Torres spent eight years

doing nothing but
undercover work.

Why?
QUINN:
Different strokes.

He probably views a desk job
as a fate worse than death.

Me? I get my kicks
screaming at probies.

Yeah, but Torres
is in deep.

Who knows what sort of things he
had to do to maintain his cover?

And then
when the mission ends,

he still has
to carry that with him.

So do you,
and Gibbs and McGee.

Every action we take
has a consequence.

BISHOP:
Hey, did local LEOs

in Buenos Aires
question Leo Silva?

GIBBS:
It doesn't matter.

Silva's here in D.C.

He's attending an event today
connecting North American

oil companies with
their Southern counterparts.

Uh, it's a big deal, Gibbs.

All week, Washington's hosting
a fossil fuel summit.

Bigwigs and politicos
as far as the eye can see.

Boss, Silva got here two days
ago; that is enough time

for him to put out
the hit on the Campbells,

go to the party
and then leave town.

Not until he gets
what he wants.

Which is what?
Me and my family dead.

Let me face him.

That's not how we do things.

Gibbs, I know this man.

I know how he operates.

You cannot sideline me.

Sir.

TORRES:
No bodyguard, Leo?

That's pretty careless of you.

David will be along
any second now.

Happy to see you, Miguel.

Or whatever the hell
your name is.

One day you're at my home,
the next day you're missing.

We were all concerned.

Oh, yeah, those guys
you sent over to kill me--

they-they seemed really worried.

Don't know what you mean.
Cut the crap, Leo.

I'm not here to play
any more games with you.

Is that what this was?

A game?

Is that what I should tell
my daughter?

Elena's inside already.

Perhaps you would like
to tell her that.

I'm not here for her.

I'm here for you.

Well, here I am.

What are you gonna do?

Shoot me in front
of all these witnesses?

Quite the opposite.

Every piece of evidence
I have on you

is on this drive.

NCIS doesn't
know it exists.

You stay away
from me and my family,

and I'll make sure
NCIS never gets anything on you.

Sir.

Special Agent Nick Torres.

You're a dead man,
showing your face here.
(chuckles): See? See?

See, this is the problem.
Your temper-- it's crazy

all the time. David,
you have to be able to separate

your personal feelings
with business.

Father, should I take care
of our uninvited guest?

LEO: Well, since we're
in the middle

of discussing a truce...
Truce?

I don't think
that will be necessary.

After everything he's done?

Pa, don't do this.

He's lying.

I'll consider the offer.

I'll see you later.

Yeah.

FORNELL: We really
got to get a new TV.

Go with the new sofa.

I like my TV.

Get one of those hi-def
curved ones.

(turns TV off)

Read a book.
My eyes get tired.

It's a diagnosed problem
since I got shot.

(doorbell rings)

It's open!

You have a doorbell?

How'd it go?

Well, Silva didn't shoot me.

Sounds promising.

Took everything in my power
not to kill him right there.

Silva take the thumb drive?
Yeah, but there's no
guarantee he'll open it.

Silva wants to know
what you know about him.

He'll look.
FORNELL:
I hate to stick my seasoned

investigatory nose in, but
with all you've got on the guy,

why didn't you just arrest him?

It did cross our minds.

Except my intel on Silva
only implicates him

on crimes committed
in South America,

not the United States.
If extradited to Argentina,

well, he can pull enough
strings to never go to trial.

Well, at least get him
into an interrogation room.

If you know he's planning
something, pull it out of him.

Silva won't crack.

And holding him won't stop
his plan from going forward.

He has enough people doing
his dirty work. Like David.

Good enough for me.

Guest bed's on the right,
top of the stairs.

I... I don't sleep.

Well, you're welcome
to pace around up there.

I got dibs on the couch.

You get your own micro-cloud.

You're really just gonna
stand there and watch me?

It's kind of
the point of shadowing.

Observe, take notes.

Why exactly are you doing this?

Gibbs keeps rejecting
every agent I've sent in.

So, in order to find
an agent that fits,

I need to see why
the others didn't work.

And what have you
surmised so far?

Gibbs is very particular.

He chooses his
team with care.

He doesn't just take
an agent on face value.

There needs to be
something else,

something more that
he sees in them.

Like he saw in you.

Hmm. Which was what?

Same thing
I saw in you.

Potential.

You saw?

You don't even rem...

Huh.

So what do you remember
about me?
Um...

I do remember you were not
the most naturally-skilled

agent I've ever seen.
Maybe I'd rather not know.

But that being said,
you were persistent.

And every time you got knocked
down, you'd get right back up.

And you never made
the same mistake twice.

Well, being a field agent

definitely forced me
out of my comfort zone.

Well, Gibbs made
the right call.

He always does.

You've known Gibbs a long time?
Mm-hmm.

Then you know everything
he does is for a reason.

Hmm.

I'm gonna go and get
some beauty rest.

Night, Bishop.

Night, Quinn.

There anything on the thumb
drive Torres gave to Silva?

Monitoring it, boss. Silva
still hasn't opened it.

Gibbs, there is something
hinky in Hinky Town.

When I first started
processing the Campbells' car,

I was looking for the obvious,
like a small detonator,

or some trigger wires,

but this is way more
sophisticated than that.

Check this out.

Someone shoved a flawed
12-volt battery

into the lithium-ion
compartment.

Like a detonator.
It wasn't like a detonator.

It was a detonator.

(tapping keyboard)

Crack this thing,
add some friction and some heat,

and boom.

This trigger
could have been installed

hours or even days earlier
than we originally thought.

It wasn't anybody
from the officers' club.

No. But whoever did
this, he was smart.

Like, really smart.

Like, Gates-Zuckerberg-Musk
smart.

Only it's not a "he."
Look at this.

Elena Silva studied electrical
engineering with honors

at the University of Sao Paulo.

Also did an
automotive residency

at an experimental
plant in Peru.

She could have easily
known how to turn

the car's battery compartment
into a time bomb, boss.

Hey, Torres, get off your ass.

We need you.

The coffee's better
in Buenos Aires.

Coffee?

That's what you have
to say to me?

I didn't know how to start.

How about by telling
me your name.

Your real name.

My name is Nick Torres.

I'm an NCIS agent.

ELENA (over radio):
Nice to meet you, Agent Torres.

She didn't slug him.
You owe me five bucks.

Understanding ex.

Imagine that.

Left behind some scorned women,
huh, Gibbs?

I have no comment.
Smart man.

I'm keeping the five.

ELENA:
You were a part of our family.

We trusted you.
I trusted you.

How could you lie to me?

I never meant to hurt you,
Elena.

You came after my family.

What are you
talking about?

Car bomb. Was it your idea,
or did David put you put to it?

Of course not!

Is that the kind of
person you think I am?

That's the kind of person

that your brother
and your father are.

Why else do you think
I was investigating them?

They are criminals, Elena.

They're thieves,
they're murderers.

I don't want
to hear this!

Which is why you don't want
to ask any questions.

You're afraid of the truth.

You're wrong.
About everything.

Why don't you ask
your father.

Get to know who he really is.

That went well.

Yeah.

It's about to get worse.

Silva bugged Elena's phone;
he knew we were gonna meet here.

How do you know that?

Because he planted a bomb
under my seat.

I activated the pressure trigger
when I sat down.

And you're waiting until
now to tell me that?

Well... I was in the middle
of something.

(chuckles)

How's it look?

Well, like it might
hurt for a second.
Okay.

You're enjoying this.

Ah, yeah, a little.

It was a setup. Leo and
David knew I'd be there.

They planted that bomb.

He put his own daughter's life
in danger

just to get me.
Well, it stops now.

I understand your frustration,

but you need to stay focused
on the big picture.

The big picture?
The big picture?

The Silvas killed

my brother-in-law,
nearly killed my sister,

and just attempted
to blow my ass up.

Take a breath, Torres.

No, I'm breathing, Gibbs!
I'm breathing.

But I'm done doing things
the official way.

I make those decisions,
Agent Torres.

Eight years of service,
and what has it gotten me?

Huh? A broken family,
a lifetime of lies,

16 different names,
16 different home addresses,

no wife, no kids-- I don't
even know what I want anymore.

I don't even know
who I can trust.

Well...

...I'm stopping the Silvas
on my own.

I work better that way.

You have
something to say?

Yeah. I'm disappointed.

You failed the mission.

You failed to protect
your sister.

You disrespected
the badge.

Revenge on Silva
won't change a thing.

You can trust me on
that, 'cause I know.

You want the last two years of
your life to mean something?

Then you see this
through, the right way.

(knocking)

(door opens)

Sorry to interrupt,
Director, but...

we have a lead on
Silva's target.

(door closes)

McGEE:
The thumb drive

that Torres gave Silva
contained a mirroring virus,

and when Silva plugged
that in to his laptop,

we were able to access
his computer.

Silva was smart
enough not to have

any incriminating
files saved, but...

we found something in his
recent Internet search history.

Looked up the schedule of events
for D.C.'s Festival Latino.

A Latino going to
a Latino festival.

Great. We have our lead.

McGEE:
Leo Silva is not in D.C.

strictly to schmooze
with oil companies.

His plan is happening today
at that event.

Quit burying the lead;
get to the target.

Sorry.

Caught in the moment.
Sorry, McGee.

McGEE: Boss, the person speaking
at today's event is Justice

Monica Fernandez.

She's the target.

Look.

She is an influential judge,
and she is

on a short list for
the Supreme Court nomination.

Why Fernandez?
Several of her rulings

have favored using
alternate energy measures

that would lessen our dependency
on international oil.

And that impacts the Silvas.

We think Silva's gonna use
his son to take her out.

He's trained to do it.

Best in class.

Grab your gear.
All of you. Come on.

*

GIBBS:
Give me a sit-rep.

Judge Fernandez is supposed
to be here, Gibbs,

but she's not answering
her phone.

McGee.
McGEE: Trying to lock
onto her signal, boss.

There's too many people.

Quinn.
Metro PD and security
are looped in.

Torres. Torres!

Just blending in with the crowd.
No visual on David.

You guys got to try the corn.

It's really good.

They really know
how to make this.

Will somebody get me a 20
on Fernandez? Now.

Boss, the judge's assistant
can't even get ahold of her.

I think someone's jamming
her cell.

Well, if Fernandez
is in the car,

then she's gonna have to go
through security to get in.

They're going after the car.

Torres,

stage isn't the target.

It's the traffic line. Go, go!

WOMAN (over radio): ...Festival
Latino. If you're driving,

be prepared for heavy traffic,
but come on down

and support the community...
(horns honking)

I'm trying. I swear.

(over radio):
It's fun for the entire family.

(device beeping)

NCIS! Don't move!

(people murmuring, gasping)

Torres. Black motorcycle,
red helmet, coming your way!

Get these people
out of here!

(motorcycle approaching)

Got him.
(horns honking)

Hey, come on!
Come on, come on, come on!

Keep moving! Come on!

GIBBS:
Open the door.

I can't! The locks, the windows!
Get out!

Something's wrong.
It's jammed.

Turn your head
away from the glass.

Hey, David.

(beeping)

Come on.

Go!

(car alarms blaring)

McGEE: The evidence against you
is irrefutable,

Mr. Silva.

You're going away
for a long time.

For what?

Being the father
of a misguided son?

I'm in shock
over David's actions.

BISHOP:
Agent Torres says

you were the one
pulling David's strings.

So why doesn't Agent Torres
question me himself?

Can't face me?

Or can't face the truth?

Which one is it, Miguel?

Whatever information he gave you

about my affairs in Argentina
means nothing.

You have no
jurisdiction.

What about your plans
to assassinate

Justice Fernandez on U.S. soil?

As I told you,
that was all David's doing.

I played no
part in it.

A father turning on
his son-- that's cold.

Almost as cold as a daughter
turning on her father.

I guess nearly getting
blown up with Agent Torres

rubbed Elena the wrong way.

Bet you didn't expect
your daughter to record

the conversation the two of you
had a few hours ago,

where she confronted you
and you told her everything.

That sound familiar?

Care to revise your statement?

Pass along my congratulations
to Agent Torres.

He got his man,

and destroyed both our families
in the process.

I hope it was worth it.

(ship horn blows in distance)

(phones ringing)

You know, I thought
after a few weeks

I'd get used to this desk.

Still feels strange.

It's not about the desk, Tim.

I know.

Plus, if anyone's
gonna sit there,

Tony would want it to be you.

Thanks.

Any time,
Senior Field Agent McGee.

Does have a nice ring to it.
Mm-hmm.

(chuckles)

What's up, guys?
Torres. Hey.

How's your sister?

Well, she regained
consciousness.

Lucia's a fighter.

So, any idea when
she's gonna be released?

Not for a few weeks.

Figured I'd stick around
and help out with Amanda.

You know, while she recovers.

BISHOP:
Well...

if you need anything,
we're here.

Appreciate that.

Gibbs around?

Uh, just missed
him, actually.

All right.

He left something for you.

Top drawer.

*

You can't be on Gibbs' team
without it.

I never been on a team before.

First time for everything.

I'm not sure I'm the right fit.

Only one way to find out.

FORNELL:
Please be bluffing.

QUINN:
Bingo!

Ha! I won again.

Hey, Gibbs,
perfect timing.

Would you loan me $20?

Quinn has just cleaned me out.

(chuckles)

I'm not surprised.

Poker was not my choice.

He talked me into it.

Well, I thought you'd
take it easy on me,

considering
my weakened condition.
Mm-mm.

First Gibbs gets shot,

then you got shot.

I'm thinking you two are trying
to one-up each other

on bullet wounds.
I guess I'm winning.

Two words, fellas:

tactical vests.

What did I miss?

I was just filling in
Tobias here

about how Agent Torres was

the absolute perfect choice
for your team.

Once I figured out what
you were after, I got it.

Mm. Yeah?

Mm-hmm.

And what was that?

Well, this time, it wasn't
about finding an agent

that your team needed;

it was about finding an agent
that needed your team.

Well, actually...

I found two.

I'm hoping
they both stick around.

New game.

I'm dealing.

Who's playing?

So...

...come on, Quinn.

Are you in?

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