All language subtitles for NCIS - 12x19 - Patience.HDTV.LOL.en

I'm telling you Pluto
ain't a planet.

Since when?

Since the IAU said so.

The who?

A bunch of pencil necks
who make the rules.

They don't make
the rules for me.

I'm going with “planet.”

Speaking of pencil necks,

somebody's got
an eyeball on you.

See if he knows
what the IAU is.

Looking for some fun?

That works.

You're late!

But before we go anywhere,

I need to know
you can protect me.

And my family.

You're safe now.

I'll make sure your
family is, too.

You don't know these people!

You don't know
what they can do!

Oh, yeah, we do.

That's why I'm here.

Trust me.

You're safe.

♪ NCIS 12x19 ♪
Patience
Original Air Date on March 31, 2015

== sync, corrected by elderman ==
@elder_man

♪ ♪

Great. Thank you.

Well, boss, girls say
that, uh, the shooter

was someone in a black SUV.

They get a look
at the driver?

If they did,
they're not saying.

I think they're scared.

Here you go.

Keep the change.

Somebody saw something, McGee.

Take DiNozzo,
canvass the area.

Uh, boss, DiNozzo isn't
here today, remember?

Just when I thought I was out,
they pull me back in.

Ooh-yah!

Thought you were in
Atlantic City with your buddies.

Well, my flight doesn't
leave until 2:00.

Gibbs asked me to
help out till then.

Clearly, he didn't think you
could handle it by yourself.

Let me get my jacket.

Oh, please.
Like he actually said that.

Wait, did he actually say that?
Oh, thank you.

Not only is prostitution
humanity's oldest profession,

there is also evidence that
animals engage in it, too.

For example, the
Antarctic penguin...

Stilettos must be
murder on the ice.

That was a joke.

No, that was an
attempt at a joke.

Good morning, Eleanor!

Uh, to whom do we have
the pleasure?

Good morning, Ducky.

Well...

all we have

is Lolita

for the female victim.

And the male is

Petty Officer 2nd Class

Daniel Harvey.

Notify his commanding officer.

On it.

The gunfire appears
to have been

concentrated on the female.

But I'll have an accurate idea

when you're done
with Agent McGee.

Huh?

He's lurking behind you.

Hey, boss.

What?

Well, I was, uh,
I was just thinking,

you know, Tony's really excited

about having the week off.
Bishop and I can handle things

just...
We have a problem.

...fine?

What's the problem?

I checked the Navy Locator.

There's no listing for
a Petty Officer Daniel Harvey

anywhere in the Navy's record.

Someone needs to tell him that.

Abby examined the I.D.

If it's a forgery,
it's a really good one.

And no hits on his prints.

Vehicle's legit--
it's registered

to the Department
of Defense's motor pool.

Who checked it out?
According to their records,

it's still sitting
in the garage.

There is an exit log at the
guard station we could look at.

I can handle that.

I mean, I can access that--

right here, right now,
in the database.

I'm gonna do that.

The girl.

Uh, Lolita Cortes, 21.

Born in Colombia, but emigrated
to the U.S. when she was 18.

ICE has her coming back from
a trip to Colombia last night.

She was there for two days.

That's a long trip
for just two days.

Does she have a record?

She was arrested twice
for prostitution.

One of her coworkers said she
had a falling out with her pimp.

If I didn't have a plane
to catch for a trip I'd been

forward to for the last six
months, that's the first place

I'd be looking-- hint, hint.
Go, go, go, go.

Going, gone!

Have fun!
Found something.

And I'm sure it's gonna be
very compelling!

Text me, McGee.
Let me know who the bad guy is.

Found a requisition
for the car

in a DoD motor pool database

that I do not have access to,
but I accessed anyway.

Uh, car was
requisitioned to an op

called Lex... Talionis?

Uh...

what just happened?

I have no idea.
Huh.

Let's go find out.

You know what Lex Talionis is?

I know the phrase-- Latin.

It means, uh,
law of retaliation;

eye for an eye;
that kind of thing.

Oh, you ever heard of
an op with that name?

No.

I'm locked out!

What the hell's going on?

I don't know.

Agent Gibbs, I have no idea
what you're talking about.

We got a dead petty
officer driving

a vehicle assigned
to Lex Talionis.

That's our op.

Why is there
operational activity

that my agents
aren't aware of?

Director Vance, if there's
Lex Talionis activity

in the field, then I'm
not aware of it, either.

Which isn't unusual.

You do recall this is a highly
compartmentalized operation.

Are you in charge or not?

I understand your frustration.

I know you've been working
on this for years.

So let's focus.

Where was the petty
officer assigned?

We're still looking.
He had Navy I.D.

But there's no record of
him in any Navy database.

Might be a cover.

Could we have
some kind of a leak?

Well, if there is and the target
finds out we're after him,

he'll go even
deeper underground.

And we lose the best shot we've
had at finding him in years.

Understood. Do your thing.

I'll see what I can
find out on my end.

Get me Carschenk
at Naval Intelligence.

And Ambassador Edmunds at State.

Agent Gibbs,
I think it's time to bring in

the rest of your team.

So what exactly
are we looking at?

Metropolitan
International Airport.

1979.

Someone detonated a bomb
in the departure terminal.

I know this.
At the time, it was

one of the deadliest attacks
on American soil in decades.

Almost a hundred people
injured or killed.

Who did it?

Nobody knows.

Case went cold
and the attack was

all but forgotten by the public.

But we... are not the public.

And the United States of America
doesn't forget.

You got a lead.

After almost 40 years,
you got a lead.

Two years ago,

NCIS agents in Colombia

recovered an unexploded bomb

with a striking similarity

to the one used
at Metropolitan Airport in '79.

Touch DNA of the internal
components confirmed

that both bombs were made
by the same bomb maker.

Wow.

Tony, how exactly

do you know all this
and I don't?

Admiral Tyson immediately
classified the Intel

and created a secret op
to track down the bomb maker.

And she named the operation
Lex Talionis.

Agent Gibbs was placed in charge

because of his prior
experience in Colombia.

And he brought Tony in,
and not me.

Or me.

Actually you weren't here yet,
Ziva was.

Oh, come on, you're telling me
that Ziva knew, too?

Agent McGee, your ego is not
the subject of this briefing.

So, who is the subject?

Tomás Orlando...

62.

He was formerly a
Colombian rebel, now he's

one of the country's
biggest drug kingpins.

We narrowed the
suspect pool down

to Orlando about
six months ago.

How?

Well, it's a
long story, Bishop.

Read up.

For the past six months,

we've tried to get a DNA sample

from Orlando to confirm
that he's our guy.

He's not an easy man to find.

We've been dead in the water.

Until today?

That's what you need
to find out.

Whatever's going on
with that petty officer,

this just might be the break

that we've been waiting for.

Hello?

Abby?

Hear you got something.

What? Something wrong?

Not at all.

Tony read me in.

I heard the fantastic news
that you matched DNA

from the cold case
airport bombing

to a recent bomb in Colombia.

That is... awesome!

So?

So I'm just thrilled.

You got someone to run

DNA for you.

Someone with a lab full

of DNA-running equipment.

I mean, it must be so cool

to know somebody like that.

Abby, it's not like that.

You cheated on me, Gibbs.

Abby, the DNA was
in the southeast field office

when I was assigned the op.

It would've run through too many
hands to get up here to you.

Okay, that makes sense.

Awkward...

What can I do
to make it up to you?

Just show me what you got.

Consider it done.

Or consider it done
when I'm done,

which should take me,
like, 30 seconds.

Okay, I got a lead
on our killer.

I found bloody fingerprints
in the car that belong to this

fine specimen of humanity.

Eddie “Collarbone” Rosario.

He's been busted
for pimping more times

than I've said
the word “pimping.”

Pimping, pimping, pimping,
pimping, pimping.

Now we're tied.

Our victim said she had a
falling out with her pimp.

Well, then I would assume

that that is him.

And judging by the dead bodies,

I think he won the argument.

Weird.

Just got an IM from Bishop.

Yeah, what's it say?

The admiral needs
to see you right now.

Yeah.
He's already on his way.

Okay, what do we have?

The identity
of our petty officer.

I've brought in
our ambassador to Colombia.

She has news, as well.

Ambassador Edmunds.

Agent Gibbs,
nice to finally meet you

in person, as it were.

So, who was he?

Well, our male
victim's real name

was Lieutenant Louis Freston.

I know the name.

Intelligence specialist.

Recently assigned.

Apparently he had cultivated
Lolita as an asset.

She has relatives in Colombia
who claim to know

where our target
got his hair cut.

You know, we get a report
like this twice a week.

It never pans out.

This one did.

The report Freston
was about to file

says Lolita was
bringing him a hair sample

she'd picked up from Colombia.

She was going to give it to him
the night they were killed.

And if his DNA matches
the DNA from the airport bomb,

we got our guy.

We didn't find a hair sample
at the crime scene.

According to Freston's notes,

it was sewn into the lining
of the prostitute's purse.

We didn't find a purse.

Actually, boss, I may
have a lead on that.

A store owner across
the street shot video

on his cell,
just after the shooting.

Let's see it.

Pimp has her DNA.

And you have 12 hours
to get it back.

The stars are aligning,
Agent Gibbs.

Ambassador?

Freston's play
kicked up some chatter.

I just received Intel
on a meeting between Orlando

and his top lieutenants.

We have a location.

I'm scrambling a SEAL team.

You need to verify
Orlando is our guy.

while we have a window
of opportunity.

This is the best shot
we've had in 40 years.

Understood.

It's payback time.

McGee?

Oh, hey!
Where's Agent Gibbs?

In MTAC with his favorite agent.

I'm sorry. I didn't get
the chance to eat.

Happy to help.

Yeah, I need a BOLO out

on a convicted pimp
named Eddie Rosario.

Street name is Collarbone.

Uh... excuse me,
how do I, uh...?

Do you know how...?

Is there a doorbell
or something?

Excuse me, do you...?

Okay, I'm not invisible, people!

All right, I'm not invisible!

What do you want, Palmer?

There is a camera.

What do you want, Palmer?

Dr. Mallard has news, big news!

I...

Uh...

McGee's got a BOLO
out on the pimp.

That was Palmer
scratching at the door.

Ducky's got something.

Hey, put him up on the screen.

Hello, Duck.

Oh, I forgot you can
turn that damn thing on

whenever you want, can't you?

Palmer said you had something?

Well, during my examination,
I found a small tattoo

on the young lady's derrière.

It looked as if someone
had tried to scrape it off,

which I thought was a bit odd.

So, I ran it down.

Turns out Lolita's pimp
brands his girls

with that particular tattoo.

So, I was able to
track the art to...

I told Tony that you wanted
to speak to Agent Gibbs.

Not that Gibbs
ever actually speaks.

After “What do you got, Doc?”

all I ever get is...

angry glare.

Hey, Palmer.

Angry glare.

Uh, pimp brands his girls,
and I was able to track

the tattoo art to the Web site
of the parlor that does it.

Thanks, Bishop.
Yeah, may give us a lead

on where Collarbone hangs out.

All right, take, uh,
McGee with you, huh?

All right, McGee.

You've been pouting the whole
car ride-- let's hear it.

So, two years, huh?
I don't want to hear it.

You've been working on
this op for two years

and never said anything.

Well, it was, um...

what do you call it?
Oh, yeah! Classified.

Oh, come on, how many
times have I hacked

classified data and
shared it with you?

47 times.
Yeah, it's...

You know what?
That's probably right.

But you proved my point.

Which is?
Can't trust you anymore.

You're just upset
'cause Gibbs read me in and not you.

That's not it at all, all right?

I'm sure he had his reasons.

As misguided as
they probably were.

Sign number one you've walked
into the wrong tattoo shop.

Smells like cat pee?

Yeah.

Just a sec! Got a bleeder!

We'll wait.

Hope he enjoys the hepatitis.

Hey, we're not done
yet, by the way.

Well, what is left?

I was read in first.

And now you have been read in.

How do I know you're not
working on another secret op?

How do I know you're not
working on another secret op?

Are you working
on another secret op?

McGee!
Hurts, doesn't it?

All right,
for what it's worth,

I felt bad lying to you.

I think you enjoyed it.

A little bit.

But mostly I felt bad.

Apology accepted.

You two...
maybe want to be alone?

Edward Rosario?

Nobody calls me Edward.

It's Collarbone.

We're not “nobody.”

Yeah, thank God
I'm out of that car.

You two have
the worst taste in music

I've heard in my life.

Ah!

You found the pimp.

Pimp by night.

Tattoo artist by day.

The purse?

In his trunk.

There was a DNA tube
sewn in to the lining.

I'm running it
down to Abby now.

I will brief Gibbs.
Okay.

Commander, give me a sitrep.

My men are deployed
and standing by.

Just awaiting the go-order.
We're chomping at the bit here.

We all are, Commander Hankos.

Might not be much longer.

Tony and McGee
found the pimp.

They get our target's DNA?

Tony's bringing the sample
to Abby, as we speak.

Shouldn't take her long to
verify that Orlando is our guy.

How secure is
your team's position?

Colombia's not the safest place
for Navy SEALs

to hang out in,
but they'll make do.

Understood.

Where's the pimp?

McGee brought him
to interrogation.

You think he's working
with Orlando?

We're gonna find out.

If he is, no deals,
no plea bargains.

You make him pay.

People may have forgotten
about the Metropolitan attack.

I haven't.

Commander Hankos
hasn't forgotten?

He must've been, like, a baby
when the attack happened.

He was.
What he hasn't forgotten

was growing up without a father,
because of it.

What are the odds he'd be
the one commanding this mission?

About as good as it gets.

He asked to command
this mission.

When it's time for payback,
he wants to be the one

to write the check.

And I know exactly how he feels.

Sit down.

Sit down or I'll sit you down.

You don't scare me.

You lay one hand on me,

and...

Go on.

I'll wait. Finish.

Fine.

Sitting works, if you want
to be all anal about it.

How long you been working
for Tomás Orlando?

Who?

That jog your memory?

Nah.

You killed her

and you took something from her.

I don't know what
you're smoking,

but I'd like a hit.

The DNA sample that
was in her purse.

And you took it. Why?

DNA, man! DNA!

I don't know anything
about no-no DNA.

Do I look like a DNA
kind of guy to you?

You look like a life
without parole

kind of guy.

I got your vehicle's tire tracks
at the crime scene.

Got your bloody prints
on the victim.

Okay, wait a second here.

DNA! Talk.

Hey, look, I already told you.

I don't know what you...

Who told you to take
that sample?

I don't know
what you're talking about!

Okay, I...

I manage a tattoo parlor
during the day, okay?

But at night, I-I-I...

I run this small
freelance escort service.

You're a pimp.
Okay, semantics.

Anyways...

Lolita was one of my girls.

Then, last week,
she tells me she's out!

Nah. No.

No one quits Collarbone, no.

Then, last night,
I find out she's

working my turf, I-I... I got to
send a message to my girls, man.

So, you kill her?

A man's got nothing...

if he doesn't have
his reputation.

Why'd you take the DNA?

The DNA? I don't know
anything about no DNA, man!

I told you!

I took her purse and that's all!

Because whatever bank
she made that night was mine!

I mean, fair's fair, right?

You seem reasonable.

Hi. Apologies to
Rule 22, Gibbs,

but I finished running
Orlando's DNA and...

Are your men
in position, Commander?

They will be in half a mike.

Where are they?

I don't see anyone.

They're there.

Any chatter from the locals?

Nothing.

We are a go for takedown.

Takedown is a go.

Roger. Copy that. Move in.

Switching to helmet cams.

Breaching the back entrance.

Clear.

Fan out. Loop around.

Clear!

Clear.

Commander,
the target not present.

The building has been vacated.

The Intel our office received
was good.

Orlando had a confirmed meeting

with his top lieutenants
in the building at 2100 hours.

It looks like he canceled.

He could have
found out about the assault.

Did you alert
the government of Colombia

that we were making a play?

With all due respect,
are you out of your mind?

Uh, boss, we've got
Commander Hankos on the line.

Patch him in.

I'm already getting

screaming phone calls
from my counterpart,

wondering if the U.S.
is running an op

on sovereign Colombian soil.

Commander,
what's your status?

My men are holding position

in the Delta Quadrant.

They started taking fire
from some locals,

so we had to pull back
from Orlando's compound.

Is it your recommendation, then,
that we abort the mission?

Hell, no. Place was
cleaned out in a hurry.

We're right on his tail.

You get any useful Intel
from the compound?

We recovered a partially
destroyed laptop,

but the hard drive's
still intact.

Anything there we could use
to track the target?

Unknown.
It was encrypted.

My tech's still trying
to access it.

Commander, Abby Sciuto and I
might have some better luck.

You're welcome to try,
but it'll take

at least 12 hours
to get that laptop to DC.

My men don't have
that kind of time.

Our people can meet.

Meaning what?

The commander's
aircraft carrier in the Gulf.

I'll... run down
to tell Abby.

In the meantime, what do I tell
the Colombian ambassador?

You're a diplomat.

Say something diplomatic.

Nice timing.
Nice timing.

Me first.
Me first.

Abby first. Go.

I got a second hit

on the most recent
DNA sample from Orlando.

It's a familial match.

Who?

He has a niece that lives
outside Baltimore.

Well, she may be in
contact with the uncle.

Maybe she knows
where he is.

Abbs, good work.
Now go pack your bags.

Where am I going?

Hey. Abby found a relative.

We heard.

Relative's name
is Dr. Susanna Soto.

Runs a family therapy practice
in Rosedale.

How long she been here?

She was born in the States.

Going by DNA, her father
and Orlando were brothers.

Were?

Yeah, her parents were killed
when she was seven.

Raised by her mother's family.

We don't even know
if she knows her uncle.

Any contact with anyone
in Colombia?

Nothing on her cell
or landline.

E-mail.
Not on her main account,

but she could have others
we don't know about.

We would need physical access
to her computer to be certain.

We already got a warrant,
but if we go in heavy,

the uncle could be watching--
might tip him off.

What's the play? There's no time
for a lengthy interrogation,

and we risk getting bad Intel
if we turn the screws.

That's the play.

Aw. We're gonna be parents.

Boss, you reading us?

Loud and clear.

All right.

So, what's the plan, Bishop?

We go in, get settled.

Then I excuse myself
to use the bathroom,

I find Dr. Soto's PC

and mirror her hard drive
onto this.

Perfect.

Wives first.

Thanks, honey.

Come on in.

We're back here.

Please come in.

Join us.

Oh. Hi.

Uh...

Um, is this
the parenting class?

Oh, I'm sorry.

There was a mix-up
on the Web site.

Tonight is my
couples intimacy class.

Oh.

Well, this should
be interesting.

I lied. I was a...

afraid to tell
you the truth.

Because...

I-I didn't think
you would come.

Oh, I see.

But you must
understand,

the first ingredient
for intimacy is trust.

Please sit down.

All right, let's check out
these cool pillows.

Comfy.

Uh...

why don't you both sit down?

Actually, I have to use
the restroom.

Please.

You're here, so be here.

But I really...

Sit.
Please.

Okay.

Thank you.

Now, take his hands.
Huh?

Oh, gosh. For real, I-I'm
actually getting over a cold.

Hands-- out.

Guess that's better
than my feet.

Now, look into his eyes...

Ah, geez.

I can't watch this.

Okay. Now what?

No. Don't break eye contact.

So, now what?

Just keep looking.

He's going to file
for hazard pay.

Whoa.

Okay... tailhooking
is the coolest thing

I have ever done
in my life.

Well, so much
for hugging a panda.

Agent McGee, Ms. Sciuto,
glad you could make it.

Follow me.
We're tight on time.

Any progress
accessing Orlando's laptop?

I'll let Petty Officer
Goode fill you in.

Hi. I'm...

Yeah, yeah, yeah, Agent McGee.

You wasted your time
coming here.

I was able to access
the laptop on my own,

so you might as well
get back on your...

your, uh...

You're Abby Sciuto.

And you're...

Petty Officer Goode.

You dated my roommate's
brother's best friend,

like, 11 years ago.

Wow.
You have a really good memory.

You're kind of memorable.

Um...

uh, so you accessed the laptop.

Yeah.

And...?

Oh, and I found
the details to the meeting

on Orlando's compound
that we already knew about.

That was about it.

Okay. Do you mind if we
take a look ourselves?

Uh, hold on--
one second.

Did you say 11 years ago?

No.
Yeah.

Uh, my roommate's
brother's best friend

was a barista at this
coffeehouse called Buzzed.

Oh, Buzzed.

Hey, we know that well.

I used to take you there
all the time, 11 years ago.

Oh.

Oh.

So, are the two of you...

No.
No.

Uh...

What was that?

I mean, you know, you're...
you're like my brother and...

Yeah, I know,
you're like my sister,

but I wouldn't you
like that. Come on.

Oh. Okay, now I get it.

What do you get?

You got dogged by the barista.

Right under your nose.

Uh, could we just please
get to work and...?

I mean, it was...
Abby, don't worry about it.

It's ancient history.
It's fine.

Listen, you,

our friend Abby Sciuto
here said that we need

to get to work, so...
how about we do that?

Yeah, uh...
if I let that one get away,

I'd bury myself in my work, too.

Or start drinking.

My lady.

Oh. How did your
undercover op go?

No comment.

I need a shower.

Oh...

So, uh, who's briefing Gibbs?

Not me.

I need a moment.

For what?

I may have intimacy issues.

Well, tonight,
I was thankful for them.

Our people having any luck
with Orlando's laptop?

Agent McGee said
they'll need another hour.

It's getting tight.

What about the agents

who made contact with
the family member?

Bishop.

I finally got permission
to use the restroom...

Is she talking to Orlando?

It's going to take
some time to find out.

She's got some issues
of her own.

She's a cyber-hoarder.

She's got three decades
of files on her PC.

It could take weeks
to run it all down.

We don't have weeks.

Just a matter of time
before Orlando

finds out Navy SEALs
were in his compound.

Then he goes down and
never comes back up again.

We either find this guy
this go-around

or we could lose him forever.

Found him.

Where?

Squad room.

In the where?

Squad room, ma'am.

Hello.

I am Tomás Orlando.

I am seeking asylum from
the United States of America.

Per regulations, I notified
State of his asylum request.

They wanted
to know, quote,

“how the hell
he got through customs.”

Well, he's a professional
drug smuggler.

I doubt he
waited in line.

What's he up to?

Well, whatever it is,

he's got a pair,
I'll give him that.

So what's the play?

He came to us.

Let's go find out.

May I assume you've spoken
to your State Department?

I wouldn't hold
my breath.

Asylum isn't really
for, um...

What do they call
it again?

Oh, yeah, terrorists.

I'm a freedom fighter.

You are a murderer
and a drug dealer.

Maybe if your country
stopped giving weapons

to the wrong team,

I wouldn't have to sell drugs
to finance my cause.

Oh, really?

You got a cause?
Justice.

From a corrupt government.

A government which has
imprisoned me for decades

because I stood up to it.

So now you're going to be
in prison here, for decades.

I had nothing to do
with that airport attack.

Nothing.

That's interesting.

Your DNA was
on the bomb, pal.

Whatever DNA you
have is not mine!

I'm being set up.

Talk.

I've known for months

the United States
government was trying

to get a sample
of my DNA.

I just didn't know why.

At least not until your
informant was killed.

The girl...

her family came to
me for protection.

They told me everything.

That's when I realized
I was being framed.

I had nothing to do with
the Metropolitan bombing.

Nothing to do with it.

Fascinating.

So you just decided
to pop up north here

and tell us that in person?

I came here because
I have a family.

And I know how
you cowboys work.

Shoot first,
ask questions later.

My children...

are more important to me
than my entire empire.

I'm not willing to risk them
getting cruise-missiled

coming home from
school one day.

I want them to
learn how to read,

not how to scan the skies,
looking for drones.

So...

You win.

Just like that.

I was retiring anyway.

I was announcing it at that
meeting you tried to crash.

And I can see that
you don't trust me.

The beauty is...

you don't need to.

See for yourself.

I didn't make that bomb.

Whoever did found out
that you're after him...

...and he is playing you.

He's playing you like a fiddle.

Found the instruction
book in the drawer.

Just like Abby said.

I have Orlando's DNA.

Let's see if we
can match it

to the original
airport bomb.

Maybe you guys need a Caf-POW.

Are you sure
you can handle this?

Absolutely.

The instruction manual,
please, Mr. Palmer.

Don't you think
that I should probably take

the driver's seat
on this one, Doctor?

Driver's seat?

This is an autopsy-- I do have
more extensive lab training.

Oh, really?

Oh, come now, gentlemen.

No need to fight.

I graduated
with top honors

from my class of Forensics

at, uh, the University
of Edinburgh.

Yes, in nineteen-twenty...?

Pull up, Jimbo.
I'm just saying.

That you wish to be
cleaning intestines

off the autopsy floor
for the remainder

of your tenure at NCIS?

That sounded
like a threat, Doctor.

Well, apparently, my command
of the English language

has not been dulled by
the ravages of time.

Nor my ability to read.

Let it go, Elsa.

You wanted to speak
with me, Ambassador?

Yes, I'm running out of lies to
tell the Columbian government.

They know we're up to something.

It's a moot point now.

My men are pulling back
to the extraction point

since NCIS has
the target in custody.

In custody?

Since when?

He turned himself in
while you were in conference.

It's a fluid situation.

He claims that he's been set up.

It's not a claim.

He was set up.

Orlando's not our guy.

His DNA does not match the
sample from the airport bomb.

Someone tried to frame him.

Are you sure?

As it gets.

So we have nothing.

We're back to 40 years ago.

No... no, we have something.

We know the bomber's
still alive.

12 hours ago, he used DNA
off his own head

to try and frame Orlando.

When the Columbians
realize just what kind

of incursion we've committed,

they'll place their military
on high alert.

If I'm gonna reactivate my team,
we're gonna need something fast.

Well, I guess you've come
to the right place.

Or... I have.

Hi, Gibbs.

Hi, Vance.
Hi, other people

pushing buttons
and stuff.

Abbs, what do you got?

A keystroke logger, Gibbs.

McGee found it embedded
on Orlando's laptop.

Someone has been spying
on him for weeks.

Good work, but Orlando's
no longer our target.

Well, who was on the other
side of that bug?

Um, I traced it back to
a State Department IP address.

Ambassador Edmunds...?

You had access to Orlando's
computer for weeks,

and you neglected
to tell us?

I'm sorry, what
did you say?

The connection's
getting fuzzy.

Get me the
Secretary of State.

Tell him it's
an emergency.

I need to speak with him
as soon as possible.

Call Diplomatic Security
at Foggy Bottom, tell him

that we have a situation
with Ambassador Edmunds.

MPs caught up with her
in the parking lot.

Turned herself in.

Says she wants
to talk to you.

Yeah, well,
feeling's mutual.

I want to make a deal.

Oh, I'll bet you do.

We don't have much time,
you know that.

Tell me what's going on.

Not without a deal.

You're protecting
a terrorist.

Talk, and I will see
if I can help.

They will never
give you a deal.

Someone gave you access to
the bug on Orlando's laptop.

You fed us his location.

You helped set him up.

Who are you working for?

I'm not working for anybody.

I'm not a willing
accomplice.

I was threatened.

By who?

35 years ago,

he was in prison for leading
a Communist rebel group.

When he got out,
he moved into the drug trade.

He told me if I didn't
help him frame Orlando,

he would kill
everyone I care about.

Why didn't you come to us?

Because you were
working for him.

No.

What does he have on you?

I took money.

For pushing a favorable
U.S. drug policy in Colombia.

Just once.

That was it.

And then...

And then he owned you.

Yeah.

He attacked your country.

Are you gonna tell me
his name or not?

There's no official
confirmation, yet,

but we have reports
that the U.S. Navy launched

a drone strike,
early this morning,

against the compound of Armand
Luna, a Colombian drug lord.

It is rumored that DNA evidence
has linked Luna

to the 1979 bombing

of Metropolitan
International Airport.

You gonna remain
silent, too, sir?

We got him.

So maybe it was just a
teensy little overlap

with the barista bit.

Exactly how much overlap
are we talking about here?

You said this was
ancient history.

It is, but I need to know
whether or not I can trust you.

Don't ever say you
can't trust me, McGee.

Director.

I have a debriefing
at the Pentagon,

but I just wanted to thank
you both personally.

Thank you, Commander.

You put your men
on the line for a thing.

A thing that a lot
of people forgot about.

You didn't.

Neither did my mother, my
sisters or my big brother.

They thank you, too.

It's the president,
Director.

Press conference starts
in 25 minutes.

Got to go.

Time to let the other
families know

that they weren't
forgotten, either.

Oorah.

Hey, guys.
Hey.

What's up, man?
Hey!

What's up, Palmer?

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