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All right,
pay attention.

I'm watching, Dad.

Elbows in,
mop close to your body.

You seeing this?

Yeah, Dad, I see it.

Pretty impressive guns
for an old guy.

Yes, they are.

Effort comes
from the arms.

Otherwise,
ten floors later,

your back is aching
like there's no tomorrow.

All right.

Your turn.

Dad, you know
I'm only gonna be doing this

till I get through school.
People call this blue-collar.

I don't care
what color your shirt is.

You bring pride to the job,
people notice.

Even if they don't, you notice.

Hmm?
Yes, sir.

Elbows. Them elbows.
Them elbows.

I see where the guns
come from... God...

Back office. Lock the door.
Call Security.

Dad, w...
Do it!

Lieutenant Pine.

You okay?

Oh, my God.

Lieutenant Pine?

♪ NCIS 12x17 ♪
The Artful Dodger
Original Air Date on March 10, 2015

== sync, corrected by elderman ==
@elder_man

♪ ♪

Look out!

Coming at ya!

My squad room brethren.

Don't interrupt me. I'm filing,
and then I am out of here.

Wow, you are working
that filing cabinet.

It's gonna be the first night
in two weeks

I get out of here
before midnight.

Well, when you don't do your
paperwork, it starts to pile up,

and then you're stuck
staying late.

Thanks for that, mother hen.

But not even you
chattering away like Edith

on All in the Family is gonna
get me down tonight.

You got plans?

Tonight, Ms. Zoe Keates

is teaching me
how to make bread.

Is that
some kind of...

euphemism?

Possibly.

But either way, she's gonna
bring the ingredients,

and we're gonna do the kneading.

Look at me, guys.

I am doing paperwork,
then

I'm gonna go make some bread
with a girl that makes me smile.

I'm evolving.

Put it on hold, DiNozzo.
But...

we're gonna do the kneading.
We got a dead Navy lieutenant at the DLA.

Defense Logistics Agency?

That's the one.

Hey... listen...

Operation Sourdough's a no-go.

Victim is
Lieutenant Dominic Pine,

28 years old, worked here at
the DLA for the past two years.

Doing what?

Worked as an aide to Vice
Admiral Janet Kleibor.

This is her office.

Better notify her.
Tried.

We, uh, called her cell.
No answer.

So we've got an agent on
the way to her house.

Well, DLA police were first
on the scene.

When they got here, the attacker
was gone and Pine was dead.

Witnesses?
Janitor

and his son.

Janitor heard the crash.

Told his son
to call Security.

And the boy saw a blue sedan
leaving out the back window.

Gave us a partial plate.

Let's get a BOLO out.

You can set your minds
to rest, dear friends.

Baby Victoria is fine.

I spoke with
Mr. Palmer,

and together we diagnosed her
with a low-grade fever.

First thing in the morning,

she's gonna visit
with her pediatrician.

I didn't know she was sick.

I thought I told you.

Oh, forgive me,
Jethro.

My mind has been scattered
with grandfatherly worries.

Grandfather?
Mr. Palmer has declared

when the child is
of speaking age,

she will call me Grand-Ducky.

But to the matter in hand.

Ah. Ah. Blunt force trauma.

Yeah, this man has been hit
on the head

with some sort of weapon
and then fell

on what used
to be a coffee table.

Computer hasn't been
touched in five days.

Whoever did this wasn't
after anything digital.

No sign
of a robbery either.

Perhaps his death
was the endgame.

Bishop...

what are you doing?

Rule 20:

"Always look under."

Rule 20.

Rarely quoted,
widely interpreted.

Could've slipped out
of the lieutenant's hand

when he was hit.

A pen?

Standard gift for fancy people.

Bag it. Let's go.

Finish processing.
Get some answers.

DiNozzo.
Yeah, boss.

You worked late
for two straight weeks.

Yeah, boss.
Backlogged paperwork's your own fault.

Yeah, boss.

Go home, evolve,

start fresh in the morning.

Thank you, boss. Duckman,

I'm gonna be making
some bread tonight.

Zoe, we're on.

I'll preheat the oven.

Yeah... well,
that's like a phyllo pastry.

I think, right?

Look, croissant, baguette,

whatever it is, it's all the
same to me, baby-- it's bread.

That's...

Dad!

What are you doing here?

Building manager let me in.

Don't worry.
I didn't sleep with her.

Are you listening
to my breakup mix?

Since you're my best man,

I wanted you
to be the first to know...

She left me, Junior.

The wedding's
been called off.

Linda left me.

Oh, boy.

Zoe, we're gonna have
to reschedule the bread.

Yeah, Senior was so broken up
over Linda,

he forgot his cell phone
at home.

So he didn't tell
Tony he was coming?

No, he did not.

And it all happened
on the first night

in recorded history that Gibbs
gave me the early release.

So why did Linda
leave him?

She probably got clued in
to his line of work.

I thought he was
a businessman.

Well, he's-he's...

he calls himself
an entrepreneur,

but he's kind of more
like a headhunter

that finds rich people by...

It's okay, Tim.

You can say it.

My dad is a con man.

What?!

But he's so...

Handsome?

Charismatic?

Right-place, right-time?

Exactly.

What are you gonna do?

I don't know. I mean...

I've never quite seen him
like this.

He won't get out of his pajamas.
Granted,

they're 100% silk-- very nice--
but still...

You know, maybe you should
give him an activity.

You know, occupy his mind,
pretend like nothing's wrong.

Like what you do for Tony
when he's depressed.

Yeah.

You do?

Oh, yeah.

When Ziva stayed
in Israel...

Oh, yeah. You asked me to...

help you replace that
Tron wallpaper in your bedroom

with the new Star Wars stuff.

Worked like a charm.

Update. Let's go.

Uh... our victim is
Navy Lieutenant Dominic Pine.

Witness saw a blue sedan
leaving the scene,

gave us a partial plate;
BOLO is out wide.

Whoever was
driving that car

had a radio-frequency
key card

that was reprogrammed to
override the DLA's gate system.

Card had an embedded
Trojan horse

that disabled
security cameras.

Yeah, breach happened four
minutes before Pine arrived,

so the killer must've been
waiting for him.

Uh, motive could be tied

to sensitive
information.

As Admiral Kleibor's aide,

Pine knew about
the movement

of supplies to
Navy warships.

- The admiral?
- Finally got word to her last night.

She is on the USS Madison.

Ship is in port at Naval
Station Mayport in Florida.

She'll be calling in shortly.

As far as
Lieutenant Pine's enemies go,

we couldn't find any.

Girlfriend is Gloria Hernandez.

She's waiting
in the conference room.

McGee, Bishop, go. DiNozzo...

I want the admiral
when she calls in.

Okay. Have fun, guys.

Please don't be Dad.

Dad.

Dad, how are you feeling?

Hello, son.

I was wondering
if you could, uh,

swing by here
on your lunch break

and-and bring me something.

We don't really take
lunch breaks here.

Isn't that illegal?

So what do you want, Dad?

I need some nice paper.

I want to write a letter
to Linda begging her

to come back to me, and...

I thought it should be on some
classy paper. What do you think?

Give him an activity.

McGee does it for you.

Junior, you there?

Hey, Dad, listen, we'll work
on that paper thing,

but I really need you
to do something for me.

You do?
Yeah.

I need you to re-caulk my tub.

You mean
like a handyman kind of thing?

Yeah, yeah,
that's it.

Um, sort of an emergency.
I heard about it on the news.

There's a recall
on the caulk I used.

You're kidding.
No. No.

It causes athlete's foot.

Nasty.
And I... I know you got

a lot on your mind, but...
No, that's all right. Uh...

I'll be fine. I-I can handle it.

Oh. Well, thanks a million, Dad.

See you, son.

Works like a charm.

Huh.

I was in foster care
my whole life.

Dominic didn't have
any family, either.

But when we met,

it was like this emptiness
was suddenly full.

How long have you been together?

Four months.

But I knew the first day
he was the one.

Do you know who did this to him?

Not yet.

Gloria,
was there anything unusual

about his behavior lately?

I think something might've been
going on at work,

but he didn't like
to talk about it.

Well, we'll update you
as soon as we have something,

Ms. Hernandez.

I know what happens
to people like Dominic.

They fall
through the cracks

because there's no family
fighting for them.

Well, I'm here.

I'm fighting for Dominic.

So are we.

Gentlemen, where are you
in your investigation?

At the beginning, Admiral.

We're hoping
you can move us along.

Pine was killed
in your office.

I'm here congratulating a friend

on the commissioning
of the Madison.

I forgot his gift in my office.

The pen.

Yes. I asked the lieutenant
to pick it up

before he was to join us onboard
this morning.

He's dead because of me.

He was in that office...

because of me.

Abb?

What are you doing?

Didn't you hear?

Tony's dad got dumped.

And since he won't
get out of his pajamas,

I dug up my old sewing machine
to make him another pair.

So at least he has...

an alternate.

You dig up anything else?
I did.

So if you look
at the crime scene photos,

they tell a
pretty clear story.

Once upon a time,
Lieutenant Pine

got hit on the head, his blood
spattered on the wall,

he crashed
through a coffee table

and he lay on the
floor, dead. The end.

Not great for bedtime.
Believe it or not,

the most twisted thing about
this story is this painting.

It's called The Chesapeake,

and it's been hung on many

impressive walls
over the last 50 years.

Right now it's
on loan to the admiral

from the Navy's
art collection.

And?
And look at the blood spatter.

Stopped short of the painting.

Yeah. Based on the pattern,

the blood should've
at least reached

this frame,
but there's nothing here.

And P.S., this painting

is supposed to be from 1962.

The paint isn't nearly that old.

P.P.S.,

this gallery tag
is aged with tea.

Gibbs, this painting is a fake

and it was hung on the wall

after Lieutenant Pine
was killed.

Killer was there
to steal the original.

Which is exactly what he did.

Well, that's great work, Abbs.
Hey, why don't you make up

a pair of those pants
for the Grand-Duck?

That's a good idea.

Working theory is the thief
broke in to steal the painting.

He thought the place would
be empty, but Lieutenant Pine

showed up to pick up a gift
for the admiral.

Pine wasn't the target.

Wrong place,
wrong time.

Junior?

Dad.

I feel horrible that you good
people have to see me like this,

but you know what a jackass
love can be.

Uh-huh.

I'm really sorry
about Linda, Mr. DiNozzo.

Oh, no. Excuse us.
Dad, hey,

Dad, um...

You still wearing
your pajamas?

What are you doing here?

I came to tell you
that the tub is fine.

Oh, you fixed the tub?

No, I hired a young kid
from the hardware store

with the emergency cash you keep
in your moisturizer drawer.

Moisturizer drawer...?!

Okay, well, that's great.

Good job.

Um, what we're gonna do now
is I'm gonna call you a cab,

and we'll get you
back to the apartment.

Oh, no, no, no, listen...

the truth is, Junior,

I was feeling better when
I was doing that caulk thing.

But then when Javier left,
I realized

I didn't want to be alone.

Dad...

Huh...

that's a Cantor Howell,
isn't it?

Yeah. Yes, uh, it's called
The Chesapeake.

Photo was taken to document it
for the Navy's collection.

Howell did slices
of American history.

Yeah, last year, there was a
profile on him in View magazine.

Made his paintings
spike in value.

Enough to make this one
worth stealing.

You know, when I did my
European wingding of '86,

I had a healthy
peek at the

underground art world.

Oh, I'm sure you did.

Uh... I...

I could give you a tutorial,
if you'd like.

No, no, no, we're all set
here, Dad-- we got work to do.

Say good-bye, Dad! Dad!

Well, Junior, I don't
really want to go back in the apartment...

DiNozzo.

Yeah?

Tutorial couldn't hurt.

Oh.

Black market art
is a small world.

All the players know each other,
even across the ocean.

All we need
is a single line to get inside.

Hey, Junior.

You're late. Sit down.

How'd you get
your suit back?

There's a gung ho
messenger named Todd

who works in the building.

I know Todd.
That's my stapler,

pencil holder and desk lamp.
Mr. DiNozzo,

who do these guys sell to?

Anyone who has money.

Yeah.
A good thief quietly puts

the word out to the community
that he's acquired a piece.

That way he's able to find the buyer
who's willing to pay the most.

She's sharp and
she's beautiful.

So what we do is we step in,
we offer the thief

a better price than
the one he's already got.

- Bingo, boss.
- Okay, this all sounds terrific,

but how do we make an offer
to a guy if we don't know who that guy is?

If you'd have been here on time,
Junior, you'd know.

Feelers.

- Feelers?
- Yes, feelers.

Your father

put out feelers
in his network,

saying he heard The Chesapeake
might be available

and that he's highly
interested in buying it.

Son, uh, your art thief
is gonna come to your papa.

"Come to your papa"?
What does that even mean?

Let's get it done.

Hey, hold on.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

What's happening?

Gibbs already divvied up
the work. You were late.

I was preparing his ride
for when this is over.

The cab was two feet
from the door.

He doesn't need a cab;
he's with me.

What?!
He's got an art forger friend in DC.

We're gonna show him the fake,
see if he can tell us anything about it.

Tony, black market art

is a small world.

The USS Chesapeake
was launched in 1799

as one of the
original frigates

of the United States Navy.

What do you see, Duck?

Well, the true value of art.

Our forefathers built that ship
to protect a new nation.

Cantor Howell was inspired
by that resolve to create

this painting and now we
stand here, looking at his work

and feel a sense of...
Pride.

Yeah.
Yeah.

The lieutenant?

Yes, well, as I surmised,

cause of death was
blunt force trauma.

But take a look at this
lower part of the wound.

It's curved.

Which suggests a murder
weapon with a rounded edge.

That it?
Well, for the present, yes.

But Lieutenant Pine's
past had something to say.

This is his left knee.

Had a pin in it.
Uh, two, actually.

Yes, apparently
he received

a waiver to enter
officer training and-and

these records show

that he was in a serious
car accident as a boy.

Lost both parents
and his sister.

That's why he had no family.

Yes, but Lieutenant Pine
rose above his wounds,

both physically
and emotionally,

to become an
extraordinary young man.

And now he's
no longer with us

because someone took
a look at that painting

and saw only dollar signs.

So, uh, where is he?

Oh, he likes
to make an entrance.

And by the way, he doesn't
like cops, for obvious reasons.

I'll say you're my son.

Doesn't he know your son's
a federal agent?

None of my associates know
that-- it makes them uneasy.

I tell them that Junior's
a catalog model.

Anthony!

Ah, Perry.

This is great.
I can't believe this.

Perry Swann.
You're looking great.

Come here.

Good to see you.

Meet my son.

No.

Tony, the famous
catalog model?

That's me.

Well, he... he has
your chiseled features.

How about a pose?

I'm sorry?
I'm a painter.

I'm always looking
for a solid pose.

Inspiration,
you know.

Don't be shy
about your talent, son.

Go ahead. Pose.

Powerful.

Anthony, it really
is terrific to see you.

I don't get many
visitors these days.

What are you
talking about?

This place has seen
more soirees

than that barn
we renovated in Brussels.

Yes, but then, one day,
the phone goes quiet,

and all you have left is the work
that you worked so hard on.

Turns out it's just
a pile of fake Monets.

Yeah.
Mm.

Mr. Swann, uh, can you

tell us anything
about this painting?

You don't waste
any time, Anthony.

I just got your e-mail
saying you were interested

in The Chesapeake, and now,

here it is.
No, Perry.

That's a fake.

You're right.

This gallery label
was made from a template

that I created for my own fakes.

Caught on like wildfire
in the community.

Wait, is this an evidence bag?

Are you working with the police?

No.

No.

I purchased
this bag online

to preserve evidence.

See, the man that
painted this picture--

I would like to find and
I would like to hurt him.

That's, uh, awfully
violent, son.

Dad, please. The man stole
my model girlfriend.

I would like to hurt him.

I've been there, Tony.

I'll make some calls.

Leave me your number.

I'll serve you that guy
on a platter.

Great.

Hey, Tony.
Great to see you.

How's the baby Palmer?

Much better,
much better.

The doctor confirmed it
was a low-grade fever,

but honestly, it felt more
like a five-alarm fire.

There was a
lot of crying.

I cried a lot.

So, anyway, what'd I miss?
Dead lieutenant,

stolen painting,
my dad is consulting

as a black market art expert.

It's pretty much torture.

How come?

Oh, I don't know.

I convinced myself
Senior was changing, you know?

That we were starting
to connect, but...

then I see him like this and...

it just reminds me that

anything could be a scam.

Tony...

being a dad is hard.

Yeah, I know.
I'm barely a month in,

I can't stop worrying
about Victoria's pacifier

or her prom date.

It's like you discover these
whole new planets of worry.

I think they're
only get bigger.

I'm saying...

you should cut your dad
some slack, huh?

Talk to him.

No, we can't have
a productive conversation

till he's been here for two days
and screws up something huge,

but it did help talking about it

with someone who's
got it together.

Wait, did you say
you think I have it together?

Yeah, you've
got it all, Gremlin.

You're kind of my idol.

Uh... Uh... What?

Keep that to yourself.

What's happening?

Got a hit on the BOLO
for the blue sedan.

Bish and Gibbs are
meeting me there.

Uh, uh, meeting who where?

What blue sedan?

I hate being out of the loop.

Hey.
Where's the blue sedan?

I don't know.

Least we got
the plates, huh?

Yeah. Cop spotted them
in a homeless guy's cart,

saw they matched
the partial from the BOLO.

Where did the homeless guy get 'em?
Killer dumped 'em.

I guess one of us is gonna have
to go through the Dumpster, huh?

Got something!

Size looks right.

Could be the frame
from the original painting.

- Anything else?
- At least, with the septic tank,

I knew what to expect.

Yeah, it's the not knowing
what lurks beneath.

Plays with the mind.

Oh, my God.

I'm standing in a pile of chili!

At least I hope
it's chili.

Aah! Cockroach!

Big cockroach,
and he brought backup.

Thanks for getting us
a probie, boss.

Welcome.

Huh.

I got something else.

We have ourselves
a murder weapon.

Any prints?

Yup. I ran it
through AFIS,

and I got nothing, which
normally would make me want

to say, like, five
bad words in a row,

but I was pulled out
of the darkness by this frame.

Killer ditched it after
he stole the painting.

Mm-hmm. Makes the piece
easier to carry and hide.

Now, I found Lieutenant Pine's
blood spatter here--

exactly where it should be--
but ask me what else I found.

What else did you find, Abbs?

Another blood profile.

I found microscopic specks
of someone else's blood

on that frame. Meet...

Brian Khosa.

He's CIA.
Was CIA.

He was working undercover
in Pakistan

when he was killed last year.

Gibbs, I don't
know how or why,

but it looks like our
missing painting was witness

to two murders.

Tony, you heard
from McGee?

No. I'm gonna wait for
him to call me, though.

You know, extended periods

of exposure to my dad can
make you real delicate.

Hmm. Maybe we should
check on him.

Oh, no.

He's probably just locked
himself in a bathroom

with his head
between his knees.

I'm not gonna bother him.

Hey, are you getting kind of
a chili odor from my shoes?

What do
we have on Khosa?

Uh...

Brian Khosa grew up in Illinois,

got a full ride to Harvard,

started working at the CIA
as a NOC at the age of 26.

Spoke Urdu fluently,
and was deep undercover

when he was killed
in Pakistan last year.

Doing what?
Well, he was infiltrating

a growing terror cell,
one that was pretty tech-savvy.

Group calls themselves
Al-Zalim-- they've reprogrammed

radio frequency
key cards in the past.

Same way our killer
broke in the DLA.

None of this tells us why
Khosa's blood was on that frame.

Abby is tracking
The Chesapeake's

travel history.

She confirmed it was
in the U.S. Embassy in Islamabad

at the time
when Khosa was killed.

The details to Khosa's death
are compartmented.

I put a call in
to his supervisor at the CIA,

an Officer Dale Harris.
Good. Let's go.

Uh, go to...
We don't sit around waiting

for return calls, Bishop.

Tracking down
Officer Harris. Right.

You heard from McGee?

Uh, no. I think

he's probably just locked
in a bathroom

with his head between his knees.

Whew.

When you struck
that JC Penney's pose,

I knew we were in.

Well, the set-up
was all you, Mr. D.

We made a hell of
a team in there.

You know what?
I think we did.

I'm gonna take a
gander at my e-mail.

Maybe one of my feelers
got a bite.

So, you really, uh, think
that the thief is gonna hear

you want to buy
The Chesapeake?

With my network,
the sky is the limit.

Password?!

Now, why would
Junior lock this?

Let me take a look.

I guessed Tony's password--
"Italian Shoes 007."

You know, the idea of Linda
and I getting married--

I felt it made
Junior really proud.

It did.
Yeah.

Ever since he was born,
I've been chasing this moment

where I walk into a room,

and he announces me
with his head held high.

I just can't seem to earn it.

I really miss Linda.

You know, maybe
you could try promising her

that, you know,
that you won't do it anymore.

Won't do what?

The questionable stuff.

Questionable stuff?

Well, yeah, I mean, you know,
the... the conning stuff.

Conning?!

Linda thinks
that I'm conning somebody?

No. No. I...

I don't know. I...

Tony said... that...

Linda might have left
because of your conning.

She left because
she met an architect

with fancy glasses who bought
her a ticket to Acapulco.

Is that what Junior
tells people?

That I'm a con artist?

I'm sorry.

I should get back
to the office.

Sorry.

Agent Gibbs?
Special Agent Bishop.

Like I said, your
timing isn't ideal.

I have ten minutes.

We're not looking to chitchat.

You have Brian Khosa's blood

on the frame
of a missing Navy painting?

How does that help me?
All due respect, Officer Harris,

we can't know
that until you...

You gonna brief us or not?

Khosa was in deep
with the terror cell Al-Zalim.

They accepted him?

He was still convincing
them of his loyalty.

He was chosen to shadow
a mission, but...

was kept in the dark
about the details.

Sameer Aziz.

One of Al-Zalim's rising
stars, still at large.

He was heading up the mission.
What was the plan?

Break into the U.S. Embassy
in Islamabad, plant a device.

Khosa managed to alert me,
but he got made in the process.

He was killed inside by Aziz
and his men before they fled.

What were they trying
to plant?

We don't know what
they were trying to plant.

Embassy was swept,
nothing was found.

Official position is that Khosa
thwarted the mission, but...

I have my doubts.

Gibbs, your CIA friend
was correct to doubt.

Khosa didn't
thwart anything.

The terrorists
accomplished their mission,

and this is what
they planted.

A bug.

An undetectable, voice-activated
recording device.

It's smaller than
a-a hamster's bow tie.

The only downside is that it
can't be remotely accessed.

It has to be
physically retrieved.

How do we know they planted it?

Because Al-Zalim has

a server farm in Senegal.

It's, like, crazy protected.

I mean, it is unbreak-in-able.

Yeah, but you broke in, didn't you?
I did.

Only for, like,
nine seconds,

but I got the specs for the bug

and its intended location--

the south side
of the ambassador's office.

And guess what was hanging
on that wall?

Bug is in the painting?

All the more reason to steal it.

Now, the most logical place
to hide the bug would be

in this frame, but there's no
evidence that it was ever here,

so it must be in some
other part of the painting.

What's recorded on it?

Hey. Just got back.

What'd I miss?

A lot. Before the painting
was donated to the Navy,

it hung in the Secretary
of Defense office

for, like, two months.

Gibbs, that recording device
could have

big, security-threatening
secrets.

Wow, I missed
quite a bit, huh?

What did you get?

Uh, well, we, uh...

I am waiting to hear back
from Senior's art forger.

McGee, we don't sit around
waiting for return calls.

Right.
Get DiNozzo.

Have him brief
you on the way.

Got it.

So, this guy thinks
you're me, huh?

Yeah. Oh, and, uh,
he thinks you're a model.

So that means he thinks...

you're a model?

What's going on with you, Tim?

You barely said two words
on the ride over here.

Do we need to have a talk?

Okay.

It's your dad.

Oh, no. Did he sleep
with someone in my bed again?

No.

We were having a really
nice talk and...

I kind of sort of,
accidentally,

said that you called
him a con artist.

I feel horrible.

He was so hurt.

Wait a minute--
you had a nice talk?

Yeah.
It takes me

two days of torture

before I have a nice talk
with him when he visits.

That's not the point.
Yes, it's exactly the point.

You were with him for, what, an hour,
and you had a nice talk?

Tony!

Ah.

Come here.

You brought a friend.

Uh, yeah, hey.
Timothy McGeegerson.

Ah.

Another catalog model?

Nah. Just a nerd.

Well, the world
needs those, too,

I suppose.

Mr. Swann, you said you
would get back to us, but...

I couldn't find anything.

Your forger is good,
untraceable.

I'm sorry. I tried.

Tony, isn't this
your cell phone number?

I just found it,
here in the trash.

I guess you never planned on

calling back,
did you, Mr. Swann?

Well, I...

And you thought he bought you
as a catalogue model?

I did a pose.

You got caught up!
Don't go anywhere.

This is what always happens.

My dad says one smart thing, and
it's followed by 100 dumb ones.

What was the one smart thing
he said to you?

Black market art
is a small world.

Exactly.

You knew the artist

the minute we showed
you that painting,

and you didn't
want to turn him in.

Who is he?

In case there's
any confusion--

we're federal agents.

It's a woman.

I taught her
a thing or two.

Her name is Gloria Hernandez.

It's Lieutenant
Pine's girlfriend.

I should
probably also mention

that she has your father's
e-mail address.

He put out feelers
for the Chesapeake

before you showed up
with the fake.

I forwarded his e-mail
to everyone in my address book.

Where is she now?

She hasn't returned my calls.

Dad!

All right,
thanks, Abbs.

Dad!

All right, Gloria's phone pinged

in the area ten minutes ago.

Place is empty.

Look at this. Lipstick.

She was here with him.

Yeah. And took him where?

What do we got?
Okay.

Gloria Hernandez.

Home base is in Virginia.

She's worked at art galleries
all around the world

under aliases,
and right now she's out there

doing God-knows-what
with my dad.

She's got quite a few e-mail accounts
under quite a few names.

E-mails suggest she's stolen art
from the galleries

where she worked,
auction houses,

private collectors, all by
swapping out the originals

for her fakes.

Keep looking.
What?! That's it?!

But we got to find them.
Shouldn't McGee be pinging something?

Can't. Your father
left his cell phone at home,

and Gloria turned hers off
when she got to your place.

Gibbs, Gibbs,
Gibbs, Gibbs, Gibbs.

I pulled a fingerprint off
Gloria Hernandez's wine glass.

It matches the one
from the murder weapon.

She's our forger and our killer?

- You gotta be kidding.
- Sit down, DiNozzo.

Boss, my dad is
out there now

with some artsy murderer who
probably looks great in a skirt.

Senior's toast.

All right, I got something.
Go, McGee.

Exchange between Gloria and
an art collector named Smith.

He asked her to help him
acquire The Chesapeake.

Looks like his e-mails were
routed through an account

- in Senegal.
- Senegal?!

Move it, McGee.
What are you doing?

Senegal is where Al-Zalim
has their server farm.

I've already broke into this before.
I know what I'm doing.

Whoa.

Smith...

is Aziz.

Gloria stole the painting
for Sameer Aziz.

He wants his bug back.

Gloria thinks he's
just an art collector.

She has no idea
who she's dealing with.

Do you think that maybe...

It's the Adams House.

Dad?

Junior, I've, uh, got an update.

What the hell
are you doing?

That is not how I taught you

to speak to people on the phone.

Dad, I'm dying here.

I'm at the Adams House,
at the bar,

with a, uh, dynamite gal,
Gloria.

Okay. Now, Dad, listen to me...
Junior...

she says she might know
where The Chesapeake is.

A little wining and dining,
I can guarantee she'll deliver.

Dad, listen to me-- Gloria is
an art thief and a murderer.

Okay?
This adorable thing?

Dad...?

Dad?

Junior, you probably
should get down here.

She's got a gun.

Adams House. Situation.
She's got a gun.

So, Anthony, tell me,

what is it you love so much
about this painting?

Makes me feel
like I'm someplace else.

Oh.

Gibbs. Uh,

over here.

Gloria, this is Leroy Gibbs,
my accountant

and the emperor
to my fine art slush fund.

You ready to talk numbers?

Yeah.
Excuse us?

Junior...

It's packed in here.

Play smart.
You got it, boss.

You make the call.

Go word is "precious."

Around the corner
there's a security office.

McGee and Bishop
are waiting for you. Go.

- I don't think so.
- Gibbs,

tell him to get his butt
in there.

You got Junior on your earphone?

Tell him I'd be more useful out
here with my con artist skills.

Tell him to get in that room
and have a nice talk with McGee.

Stop it. That's enough.

Gibbs,

we've got someone approaching
the table.

It's Aziz.

Why am I here?

Sit down.

Anthony! Come.
Meet my friend.

You keep your mouth shut.

Go word is "precious."

You break on that.

Gentlemen, please, have a seat.

May I present
Mr. Smith?

What is this?

A good old-fashioned auction.

You see,

Anthony here appreciates
The Chesapeake

as much as you do.

What interests me is
who wants it more.

I paid you.

Half. For making
the painting accessible

and producing a fake.
Both of which I did.

We agreed
that I would pay you the rest

once I had The Chesapeake
in hand.

True. But it's a woman's
prerogative to change her mind.

Especially when it means
a greater profit.

So...

how about an opening bid?

Where's the painting?

Acquiring it
must have taken

a very special
set of skills.

Yes.

It belonged
to the Navy.

I found an in.

He had a good heart
and no family.

Lieutenant Pine
was just a mark to her.

I convinced him
to request The Chesapeake

for his boss's office.

I got you in that building.

And I dealt with the
complications that arose inside.

I believe we're
even, Mr. Smith.

Now, I suggest
you start bidding.

If you are asking me
to eliminate my competition...

...I will.

Aziz is armed.

Weapon drawn.

Look, as a newly
single woman,

I've made it my policy never
go anywhere without friends.

Some you'll see,

some you won't.

We got another player.

North side of the room,
blue suit,

shaved head, looks armed.

Now stop playing games
and give me a number.

You know, I got a friend.

He paid his dad's
hotel bill once

because his dad couldn't cover.

And I said to my friend,
I said, "Why'd you do that?

Your dad never did
anything for you."

The look on his face.

Never seen anything like it.

There was more
love on his face

than I ever saw.

I guess that...

his dad meant more to him

than he knew.

What does this
have to do with anything?

It's precious.

- NCIS!
- Federal agents!

Who are you?
I didn't do anything!

She paid me 50 bucks
to watch the table!

Backup was a con, boss.
He's unarmed.

We're gonna need that painting.

I've discovered
a new planet of worry.

What if someday Victoria has
a best friend whose father

is something awesome
like a... like

a baseball player or a...

or a milkman,
because they always

have direct access
to ice cream?

I mean,
how am I supposed to compete

with something like that?

You want me
to keep talking like this?

Yes. Yes. Because the recording
device is voice-activated.

And once it
heats up enough,

I should be able to
see it on the infrared.

Okay, well, my point is
there are plenty of jobs

out there that are cooler
than assistant--

Whoa. Got it.

Where?

It was inserted under this...

mound of paint.

Whoa...!

Incredible.

Abby...

this is Officer Harris,

CIA.

Go ahead and put that
in a bag for him.

What? Gibbs.

Your country thanks you
for your service.

With Aziz in custody,
we're one step closer

to bringing down Al-Zalim.

Thank you.

You two are a couple of heroes.

Did you hear that?

Hmm?

Victoria Elizabeth Palmer's
father...

is a hero.

Well, I agree.

I say we go with the...

rustic sourdough.

There isn't fennel
in that, is there?

All right. I'll see you then.

Date with Zoe tomorrow.

Oh. Bread is forward movement.

Yes, it is.
Happy for you, son.

You want me to give you
a lift to the airport?

Oh, that's not necessary.
The cab's on its way.

All right.

You gonna be all
right at home?

Oh, I'm not going home.

All this art talk, uh,

encouraged me to kick off
another European wingding.

Ah. Look at that.

That sounds like fun.

I need to tell you something.

Oh. You don't need
to say anything.

Look...

I've done a lot
of things in my life.

I've pretended
to be better than I am,

I've dealt with
some pretty shady folks.

But, son...

I am not a con artist.

I am an entrepreneur.

The difference between
an entrepreneur and a con artist

is that an entrepreneur...

believes in the dreams
he's selling.

Whether my deals
fell through or not,

I believed
in what I was selling.

There.

That's the look
that Gibbs was talking about.

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