JARED: Dude, this yacht is off the hook.
Jacuzzi, 4K TV.
Thing's even got a tanning bed.
The only thing it's missing is (knocking on door)
Oh.
Never mind.
Wish me luck.
(phone beeps)
(exhales)
Door's open.
(door slides opens)
Sex and lies and videotape Sex and lies and videotape Sex, lies and videotape Wow.
Happy birthday to me.
Call for a date?
Mm-mm.
One hour, cash up-front.
Then we talk about your birthday.
We're done talking.
Why don't you give the birthday boy a kiss?
Huh?
Okay, well, why don't we start with a drink, huh?
Well, I've been drinking all day.
What I could use is a massage.
How about a broken jaw instead, huh?
Uh Who the hell are you?
Uh, nobody-- what are you doing here, Luis?
What am I doing here?
What are you doing here?!
I'm workin'.
Wait, you know this guy?
Yeah, I'm her boyfriend.
No-- he's my ex boyfriend.
Oh, boy.
Buddy, take a hike.
I got to talk to my girl.
Charlie, come here.
Dude, this is my boat.
How about you take a hike?
Dude.
This is not your boat.
Well, actually, it's a rental.
Homie, do you realize that now, I have to b*at the hell out of you?
That wasn't mentioned in the ad.
Look, I think we got off on the wrong foot.
You give me no alternative, buddy.
Wait, wait, hold on.
I-I didn't even touch your girlfriend.
Ex-girlfriend.
Whatever.
Uh Here.
Money, okay?
Here, take it, and get out of here, both of you.
(sighs)
I don't want any problems.
Charlie, come here.
Charlie!
No.
TORRES: Charlie, don't walk away from me.
Come on, just give me another chance.
BISHOP: Cool it, De Niro, we're out of earshot.
Charlie.
(whimpering): I need you, Charlie.
I need you.
(normal voice): Did we get it?
Uh-huh.
Nice.
NCIS 15x11 High Tide BISHOP: All right.
Uploading Turner's cell phone.
McGee, you getting this?
McGEE: So far, so good.
It should just take a minute, boss.
Any problems?
TORRES: Well, aside from Bishop almost blowing up our cover, no, we're pretty good.
Excuse me?
You shouldn't have slapped his hand away.
I don't give out free samples.
I got three kids to feed, and a sick Nana in Boca.
What?
You told me to have a backstory.
That's my backstory.
No, that's actually, that's actually pretty good.
Thank you.
What's wrong with Nana?
BISHOP: Shingles.
Condolences.
McGee?
McGEE: All right, upload is complete.
I have mirrored Turner's cell, so that we should be able to listen in on any calls he makes.
I thought we were bringing him in.
We got a thousand grams of fentanyl being smuggled onto the base every month.
Families are being torn apart.
SECNAV wants it stopped.
TORRES: Director, uh, Jared Turner is just a street dealer.
Uh, the better play here is to tail him.
Find out where he's getting the dr*gs from.
All we know right now is that they're being smuggled in from Norfolk's civilian marina.
Actually, we may know something else.
Turner's getting a text.
From who?
No idea.
It's a burn phone.
But the message is a heads-up.
It says someone's coming to buy dr*gs, but the sender wants Turner to put a b*llet in their head, instead.
So if we intervene, we-we blow our op.
So I'm assuming we Intervene.
Can't let a m*rder happen.
Right.
Yeah, no.
That's totally what I was Yeah.
So, how's this gonna do down?
I take the stern, you take the bow?
No.
We do the Torres Triple Play.
No, please, not another undercover story.
I was midtown, working undercover at a clock factory Any more texts?
No, not yet, but I am running a trace on the (indistinct chatter, camera snapping)
REEVES: What is it?
That's a heel.
McGee?
Any word?
No, still nothing.
I've tried Torres's burn phone ten times.
You text Bishop?
Yeah, her burn phone, her home phone, Snapchat account, nothing.
Well, I viewed the tapes.
Didn't seem like they had enough time to make it to the boat before it blew.
So then, where are they?
MAN: We got a body!
Yeah, go ahead and tie off.
I'll text Palmer.
Looks like he was pretty close to the source of the expl*si*n.
Yeah, I don't think that's what k*lled him.
McGEE: Looks like someone sh*t him point-blank.
And wasn't Turner the one ordered to do the hit?
Looks like something went wrong.
MAN: Sorry, sir, dock's closed.
I have a right to be here.
(whistles)
Are you gonna let me through, G. I. Joe?
This is a civilian marina.
Thank you.
So I guess you're in charge?
Yeah.
Special Agent Gibbs NCIS.
You own the boat that was docked here?
I own four boats in this marina.
Three.
What the hell happened to my boat?
You tell us.
I don't know.
I rented Chloe out yesterday to some punk kid.
When I find him, I'm gonna k*ll him.
Too late.
If you knew he was a punk kid, why would you rent him your boat?
Because his money was green.
He actually was kind of a nice kid.
Was anyone with him?
(phone chimes)
Well, I know who wasn't.
Boss, look at this.
Just got this text From Bishop's burn phone.
(door bells jingle)
(sighs)
(grunts)
Rough night?
Gibbs, I know protocol says, uh, we should've reported in.
Which I reminded him of a dozen times.
Two dozen times.
But when an op goes sideways like that, you stay down until you know which end is up.
And he calls that bit of wisdom the Torres Two-Step.
You done?
VANCE: Well, looks like I didn't miss much.
Sorry I'm late.
I, uh, got stuck on the Hill.
Director?
I'm here for a sitrep.
And since the mountain won't come to Muhammad What happened?
I don't know.
We were walking towards the boat, and then The next we knew, we were flat on our asses.
Slipped away from the base, found a spot to hole up.
Spent the whole night, uh, searching Jared Turner's cell phone.
We know where he's getting his dr*gs from.
We need to go back in.
Only place you're going is the hospital.
I'm sorry, guys, but we didn't spend two weeks backstopping our identities just just so we can walk away.
Yeah, Gibbs, we're-we're fine.
You don't look fine.
Yeah, and for all we know, you two have been made.
(Torres laughs)
Okay.
Oh.
Oh, you're serious.
I don't get made, Director.
With all due respect.
And Gibbs just told you to report to the hospital.
BISHOP: Yeah, but All due respect.
(sighs)
All right.
Let's go, Muhammad.
Wait a minute, I'm Muhammad, right?
(door bells jingle)
McGEE: Jared Turner, 32 years old, with a record a mile long.
Petty theft, some B and E, small-time dope dealing.
Not small-time anymore.
He's making enough dealing to rent a yacht.
And thanks to Bishop and Torres cloning his phone, we now know who's supplying him with the dr*gs.
REEVES: Mitchell Young.
Runs a boating supply store at Norfolk's civilian marina.
McGEE: And we've got texts going back for months discussing pickups and drop-offs.
REEVE: Bet they ain't talking about bait or tackle.
- Must be where the fentanyl's coming in.
- He the boss?
REEVES: Seems more like middle-management.
But we're getting closer to the top.
All right, let's pick him up.
It doesn't really look like a hotbed for drug distribution.
Well, that's why they call it a front, McGee.
Hold on a second.
Wait, isn't Torres supposed to be at the hospital?
Yes.
So he's disobeying a direct order?
Yes.
Your driver's license says it's from Maine, huh?
Mm-hmm.
MITCHELL: It's beautiful this time of year.
Remind me, what was the capital, again, of that fine state?
Nice try, ladies.
So do you still want the, uh, fidget spinners?
GIRL: Well, we tried.
(laughs)
Augusta.
Excuse me?
Augusta, man, that's the, uh, capital of Maine.
Ah.
Yeah, I'm straight in the beer department.
So what can I do for you?
Ooh, that's not the question, player.
The question is, "What can I do for you?" What's that?
That is a clone of Jared Turner's cell phone.
My girlfriend snagged it last night.
I'm listening.
We've been running the same con for years, right?
You know, she poses as an escort, yeah, she clones the-the marks' cell phone, and then, uh, we use that information to steal the guy's identity.
Smart.
How you guys making out?
Not as well as you.
And go ahead and put the g*n back.
I'm not here to blackmail you, man.
So what do you want?
I want a job.
(scoffs)
Agent Torres, you disobeyed a direct order.
Thought it was more like a suggestion.
That's not the direction you want to go in.
Fine.
How about this?
I made a choice.
GIBBS: Not your call to make, Nick.
Put you and your partner at risk.
And it paid off.
Mitchell Young offered both Bishop and me a job on his crew.
So what, now two of my best agents are gonna be spending their time going up and down the boardwalk selling dr*gs?
Well, it's a step up from a hooker and her pimp.
Easy, k*ller.
Gibbs, this Mitchell guy is higher on the food chain than Turner was.
We are a step away from the ringleader, and I know it.
Director, do you want to bring down a drug ring or not?
Overdoses on the base are climbing.
People are dying; our friends are dying.
We don't have a lot of leads here.
Actually, our divers just recovered the g*n that was used to k*ll Jared Turner.
The serial number's been filed off.
You knew he was gonna do this, didn't you?
(clears throat softly)
Are we all good?
No.
You're about as far from good as possible.
And I'll deal with your insubordination later.
But for now, yeah you're good enough.
Did you really know I was gonna do that?
(chuckles softly)
(g*nsh*t)
(shouting): And then he left me at the hospital, while he went back in alone to restart our investigation.
Okay, you know what?
(g*nshots)
We are good.
Mm-hmm.
Thank you for all of your help.
I-I actually, uh already had enough b*ll*ts to confirm that that is our m*rder w*apon.
Sorry.
I'm just pissed.
Couldn't tell.
Look, I'm sure that Torres feels terrible about what he did.
Ooh, I'm the man.
The director just approved Be glad I took the g*n.
Yo, yo, yo, yo.
Bishop!
Hold on, hold on.
Oh, now you have time for me, Nick?
Something wrong?
Yeah.
I thought we were a team.
We are.
But I saw an opportunity, so I took it.
Well, that wasn't really your decision to make.
It was better that you didn't know.
Oh, really?
Better for who, Nick?
Look, maybe I screwed up.
But when you're undercover, things move fast, and you're forced to do things that you normally wouldn't do.
And you do it because because it feels right, because you're in the zone, because you just have to.
And at the end of the day, that's how you stay alive.
(camera snaps)
(whirring)
Just wanted to capture the moment.
Oh.
And to tell you that the g*n our divers found is, in fact, the g*n that k*lled Jared Turner.
Any luck I. D. 'ing the owner?
Well, you know the serial number was filed off the g*n, but you also know That you're a genius?
Thanks.
I didn't want to have to say it myself.
So, earlier this morning, I tried this new technique.
It's called electron backscatter diffraction, and it images, like, individual atoms So how much technobabble do you want to hear?
Is zero an option?
Yes.
Our m*rder w*apon is registered to Denise Mancuso.
She's a science teacher on the base.
BISHOP: She looks more like band camp than badass.
Now, I also have an address.
All right, well, send it to McGee.
Torres and I have to go sell some dope.
(knocking)
Well that explains the thumping sound.
(chuckles)
Sorry about that, my friend.
I normally use the bag to clear my mind, but I have plans tonight, and I don't want to sweat.
Not yet.
I assume you're here about our m*rder suspect.
I got to say, this woman Denise is about as squeaky clean as they get.
Mm.
Ninth grade science teacher, PTA mom.
Hardly someone who would be involved in a drug ring.
That's not why I'm here.
Hmm.
No, I'm good.
You don't look so good, Leon.
Take a load off.
(sighs)
Huh.
Oh.
Let me guess.
Agent Torres?
You're wondering if you can trust him after he ignored your orders.
No, actually, now I'm wondering if I'm that easy to read.
Listen, this isn't the first time Agent Torres defied orders, but this is the first time you've been in my office.
Yeah, but this time he took it too far.
I'm afraid Agent Bishop may pay the price.
He's a lot to handle.
We trained him to follow his gut and take chances, and that's what he did, and it turned out to be the right move.
Sound familiar, Director?
Gibbs.
Well, that's that's just great-- that's all I need is two of them.
(chuckles)
Here.
I'll take a yellow one.
Thanks, Jack.
See you later.
(seabirds squawking)
Are you kidding me?
This is a joke, right?
Sorry, Mr.
Lane, this is all I'm authorized to do.
I lost a million-dollar yacht on your dock, and all you're gonna comp me is two scuba tanks?
Where's Mitchell?
Out on a dive.
He'll be back at 4:30.
Then I'll be back at 4:30.
What up, what up?
So, where is Mitchell, really?
Let me guess.
You're the new guys?
And you are?
Donnie.
Mitchell's assistant.
He's in the back.
Go wait by that door.
I'll let you know when he's ready.
No, not you.
Just her.
You already had your interview.
Wherever she goes, I go.
It's okay, baby.
I'll be fine.
Why don't you pick out a new suit for me while you're waiting.
Ready to get to work?
Uh yeah.
She has enough bathing suits.
(Donnie chuckles)
All right, so what are we doing, huh?
Dropping off?
Picking up?
Sort of.
You see those tanks?
Yeah.
Well, we got to carry them out to the truck.
They need to be hydrostatically tested.
I'm sorry it sounds like you're asking me to, um lift stuff.
Uh, that's not what I signed up for.
Yeah, you and me both.
But somebody's got to do it.
Besides, the last guy blew up.
McGEE: I picked her up at the school science fair.
She was baking cookies in a solar oven.
Cookies?
Mint chip.
We sure Abby's got the right person here?
She hardly seems like a homicidal arsonist to me.
You think?
I-I know why I'm here.
And I could totally explain everything.
It's actually quite funny.
(forced chuckle)
Mm.
Uh uh one of my students needed a fake I. D. for a practical joke.
I-I'm pretty good with Photoshop, so I Not why you're here.
Oh.
Is this about the cannabis in the school greenhouse?
I have a card.
It allows me to grow up to It's not about the cannabis in the school greenhouse.
I'm just gonna stop talking now.
Good idea.
You know this man?
No.
(McGee taps photograph)
How about now?
What's going on?
What's going on is it looks like you snuck aboard Jared Turner's boat two days ago, put a b*llet in his head.
Started a fire to cover up the m*rder.
You can't be serious.
That your w*apon?
Then we're serious.
That g*n was stolen over a year ago.
Did you report it?
No.
Why not?
Because it was stolen by my sister-in-law.
As much as I despise that crazy bitch, family is family.
That crazy bitch have a name?
Yeah.
Frankie.
Frankie Mancuso.
Who wears a Red Fang T-shirt to a family Christmas party?
Yeah, we're moving about a kilo a month but there's always room for improvement.
(knocking)
Yeah, I'm interested.
(knocking continues)
BISHOP (calls): Any day now.
Door's open.
So, you wanted to talk to me, or just stare at me like an idiot?
(chuckles)
Feisty.
I see why he likes you.
Yeah, well, I'm a very likable person.
I'm glad that's settled.
We done now?
No.
This is a job interview.
I thought I already had the job.
Your boyfriend vouched for you, yeah.
And I had him checked out-- he's the real deal.
But, uh I need to see what you got for myself.
Take a seat.
Okay.
So am I filling out a W-2?
Not quite.
Anyone who works for me has got to understand two things.
(crying, trembling)
One I'm 100% loyal to my crew.
And two I expect the same thing in return.
Don't I, Frankie?
I swear I just went to the yacht trying to score.
You sh*t my best earner.
Jared pulled a g*n on me.
He was gonna k*ll me.
What was I supposed to do?
Die?
Like I said loyalty.
(opens drawer)
Your boyfriend proved himself when he returned our stolen property.
Now it's your turn.
MITCHELL: In case it wasn't clear, I'd like you to sh**t this woman.
(crying): Mitchie, please.
You want her dead, you sh**t her.
It's simple.
You want to work for me, you got to get your hands dirty.
And if I don't?
You don't want to find out.
And I don't got all day.
(sighs)
FRANKIE: No.
(whimpering)
MITCHELL: Oh.
One more thing.
Don't miss.
There's only one b*llet.
In case you get any ideas.
(alarm sounding)
What the hell?
(door opens)
TORRES: Yo, we got to go.
Some kids set off the fire alarm.
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Did I miss something?
Just tying up a loose end.
Do it.
Fine.
Whatever.
(Frankie screams)
What are you doing, Luis?
What, are you crazy?
The base fire department is on its way over.
Can't get caught with a dead body.
We can't get caught with a live one, either.
Come on, man.
We're not sh**ting anyone on base.
Think.
BISHOP: So we take her off base, put a b*llet in her head and dump the body.
(sirens approaching)
TORRES: Um yeah.
What she said.
(sirens wailing)
REEVES: McGee's checking out her apartment.
Still no word on the BOLO.
No one can find her.
(phone rings)
Gibbs.
(Bishop speaking rapidly)
Yeah.
Think I found her.
Whoa, whoa.
Bishop?
He was the one who was supplying Jared with dr*gs.
Bishop, slow down.
I'm supposed to k*ll her.
BISHOP: Plan is to put a b*llet in her head and dump the body.
Is there a plan B?
Then I send the photos to Donnie's burn phone to prove I did it.
You okay, Bishop?
Oh, I'm better than okay.
Who knew dropping bodies could be such a rush.
Dropping bodies?
You know I can hear you, right?
I can totally see why Torres likes this undercover work so much.
Get a sitrep on Torres.
He stayed behind, hasn't seen any dr*gs yet, but at least he's getting a good workout.
You're a cop?!
You almost sh*t me!
I got to go, Gibbs.
Company.
Special Agent Eleanor Bishop, and no, I didn't almost sh**t you.
Really?
Then what do you call putting a g*n to my head and pulling the trigger?
Well, that is what's called the Torres Trick-Fire.
See, Agent Torres was working undercover when his partner was ordered to sh**t someone.
In order to bail him out, he triggered the fire alarm, knocked the g*n away at the last second.
I knew what he was doing.
What?
Your life was never in danger.
It was a little in danger.
Well, it doesn't really matter anyway, because I'm still gonna have to k*ll you.
All right, got it.
BISHOP: Perfect.
I'll send them to Donnie.
Nice work, Abbs.
ABBY: Thank you.
The trick is using real blood.
Just kidding.
Come on.
Let's get you cleaned up.
And then?
BISHOP: And then you make a statement about the sh**ting, and hope we believe it was self-defense.
But first, we need you to tell us everything you know about the drug ring, starting with who's running it.
If I was gonna tell you that, we could have just skipped the makeup job.
Hold that thought.
You wanted to see me?
Yeah.
So, we've offered our witness every deal in the book, and she's still not talking.
I was hoping since you built a profile on her, you might have some insight?
You thought right.
With this one, you don't use a carrot.
You want to use a stick.
Look, I told you, I'm not a snitch.
You sure about that?
Pretty.
Okay.
Which photo would you like us to send your pal down at the marina?
This one or this one?
Hmm?
TORRES: Yo, man, how many more scuba tanks?
My back is k*lling me.
Uh, one more load.
What?
(laughs)
And then what?
Please tell me it's, uh, it's something illegal.
Uh, inventory.
(t*nk clanks)
Somebody's got to do it.
And we got to clean the bait freezer, mop the floor.
(phone chimes)
Then Mitchell's gonna load you up with some products, see if you can earn your keep.
Is that what happens when you don't?
(phone beeps)
Ah, she wasn't part of the crew.
She's just a customer.
(t*nk clanks)
Didn't mean any harm.
What happened?
Got in too deep.
Owed too much.
Became a liability.
Well, that's the business we chose, right?
Not the business I chose.
No, this business chose me.
I wanted to be a fireman.
Oh.
Then I grew up, and I wanted to be a teacher.
Hell, I even thought about being a cop.
Wait.
Like a like a police officer cop?
(laughing): Yeah, like a cop cop.
It's hard to imagine, huh?
And then then my mom got sick.
You know, she didn't have insurance so we needed fast cash, and wasn't fast enough.
(t*nk clanks)
Hey, it's never too late, you know?
For what?
To become a teacher.
LANE (calls): Mitchell, it's Lane.
Get your ass out here.
Where's Mitchell?
And think twice before you tell me he's not here.
Just a minute, Mr.
Lane.
He's down at the dock.
I'm not someone to screw with, and they're about to find that out.
You realize I just signed my own death warrant, right?
We can protect you.
You saw these guys.
You're playing with fire.
Look, don't worry about Torres.
He can handle himself.
Okay, what do you got?
BISHOP: A name.
She gave up the ringleader.
McGEE: Look familiar?
GIBBS: The yacht guy.
His name is Richard Lane, but we knew that.
He makes his living renting out boats at the marina.
But we didn't know this.
McGEE: He's got an offshore account in the Caymans.
Lane is making a lot of cash somehow, and it's not from booze cruises.
We got our guy, boss.
All right.
BOLO.
BISHOP: Uh, don't need one.
Torres just texted.
Lane's at the marina.
It looks like something's about to go down.
All right, grab your gear.
Doesn't look like anyone's home.
GIBBS: Any word from Torres?
BISHOP: Uh, no.
He's gone dark.
His last text was 20 minutes ago.
GIBBS: All right.
Bishop, cover the front.
What?
Me?
Hey, what about McGee?
Okay, covering the front.
Where'd they go?
Not the question.
What happened?
That's the question.
That's Torres's burn phone.
NCIS.
Don't move.
Uh can I help you?
Whose blood is this?
What blood?
I don't see any blood.
BISHOP: Yeah.
Me, neither.
Drop 'em!
Don't know how the Feds caught on to us, boss, but the new girl just saved my ass.
- Okay, good.
- What's the play?
GIBBS (quietly): Are you sure you know what you're doing?
No, but it feels right.
Let me know when you get there.
Boss wants us to take these guys off base, waste 'em, then bury all three bodies at once.
Who's the third?
And where the hell is my boyfriend?
Watch them.
I'll be right back.
(Bishop sighs)
Talk to me.
Uh, I don't know what happened here, but Torres could be in trouble, and if we want to find him, this is the only way.
Boss, I think maybe he's been a bad influence on her.
(laughing)
BISHOP: Just trust me.
This guy will never, ever tell us what went down.
Bishop, I trust you.
And if anyone in his crew finds out that I'm a federal agent, they'll k*ll Torres on the spot.
DONNIE (groaning): I can't believe Lane sh*t me!
I'm really rethinking that decision not to be a fireman right now.
Donnie, we've got to get you to the hospital.
Ah, nah.
No hospitals.
There's too many questions.
Well, here's a question.
How long until you bleed to death?
Ah, I think that bleeding's almost stopped.
It's too late for my suede seats, though.
(laughs)
All right, no hospital.
But we got to get you off the streets, buddy.
We got a safe house set up outside of Baltimore.
You turn around, we can go there.
Oh, yeah, if you want to get k*lled, sure.
After what happened back there, man, you're out of business for a while.
Right now, there's a feeding frenzy between all your rival drug dealers.
We can't trust the safe house.
Okay.
So what do we do?
What the hell are you doing?
I wanted to be a fireman when I was a kid, too.
And, um, 50 million other things.
And, at the end, I I guess I did 'em all.
(groans, sighs)
Donnie, I have something to tell you.
Let's go.
No.
I-I'm not going anywhere until you tell me where my boyfriend is.
(sighs)
He's fine.
That's not what I asked.
Tell her the truth.
Your boyfriend's dead.
(yells)
Ignore them.
They're just trying to drive a wedge between us.
Your boyfriend is fine.
But Donnie took a hit.
They're en route to a Baltimore safe house.
You gonna tell me what happened or what?
We had a problem with someone in our supply chain.
Guy came in with a little too much attitude.
So you k*lled him.
Lane k*lled himself the moment he pulled a g*n on me.
Richard Lane?
Oh, you know him?
Condolences.
(door closes)
Are you making a play to take over the business?
Take over?
(scoffs)
Hold up.
You think this tool is the boss?
(laughs)
I hope you guys haven't been working this case for too long, because you're nowhere.
Th-This guy was your supplier?
No.
All he did was rent us the boats we used to pick up our product.
We send these out empty they come back filled with pure-grade fentanyl.
Top-of-the-line product, almost too good to be true.
It was like printing money.
Looks like you're gonna have to find a new way to smuggle the dr*gs.
If Lane's not the boss, who is?
Wait.
So if she's not your girlfriend then who is she?
We're federal agents.
Federal agents?
My name is not Luis.
I'm Special Agent Nick Torres from NCIS.
You lied to me.
And I'm sorry about that.
Look, man, I think you're a good guy who got caught up in a bad situation.
Ah, gee, thanks.
You think you could tell that to the judge?
You're not the one we want.
If you're willing to testify against your boss, we can protect you.
Well, Nick I don't think I can do that.
Huh.
I am the boss.
Now start driving.
Now.
REEVES: Still no lead on the Baltimore safe house, but we did manage to pull Donnie's vehicle registration.
Green Jeep Cherokee.
BOLO.
Already out.
And the staties just reported a sighting outside Wilton.
Then they lost him.
Wilton?
Where the hell is that?
It's got to be closer to Baltimore than we are.
Nick's gonna be okay, right?
Thanks for playing.
Try again next time.
Not talking?
Bishop was right.
He does know where the safe house is in Baltimore, but he's locked up tight as a drum.
Let's unlock him.
Not gonna happen.
This guy would rather go to prison than rat out his crew.
Jack, thanks.
I'll take it from here.
Okay.
Jack.
Why don't you go back upstairs?
I got this.
I got it from here.
(scoffs)
So sending in the big g*ns now, huh?
I got to admit, I didn't see this one coming.
Well, that makes two of us.
Though, in hindsight, it kind of makes sense.
Your "girlfriend" was way out of your league.
She's, like, a hard ten.
You're, like, a soft seven.
Oh, she'll love to hear that.
Slow down.
I don't want to get pulled over on our way to the safe house.
And when we get to the safe house?
Tell me everything NCIS knows about my business.
You're not very good at reading people, are you?
I don't know how you ended up on that side of the line, but I don't think your heart's in it.
Yeah, you're too good at this.
Maybe I'm just that awesome.
Maybe.
I don't think you are.
I mean, the way you looked at your partner after that kiss Any man that can fake that deserves to win an Oscar.
That desk is k*lling you.
Only time you really feel alive is when you're back on the street.
So come with me.
Join our crew.
You don't have to go back to that desk.
I'm afraid I do.
I left a candle burning.
MITCHELL: Only thing I'm gonna tell you is: your agent's dead.
Or he will be by the time they get to that safe house.
Trust me, Donnie's made him by now.
You trying to scare me?
You're gonna have to try harder than that.
(laughing): Okay.
(Gibbs laughing)
(laughing): Oh, okay.
I'm gonna give you one more chance to join my crew.
Stay at NCIS, be our man on the inside.
You just can't quit me, huh?
(laughs): Nah, I'm a businessman.
And I think you'd make a great investment.
Oh, yeah?
Yeah.
That's funny, 'cause I-I thought I was a seven.
Soft seven.
(chuckles)
Ah, life taught me a long time ago, when you see an opportunity, you better be ready to jump on it.
We both know that you're just stringing me along to find out how much NCIS has on you.
And then you're gonna put a b*llet in my head.
Not me.
But my crew.
All right, we're here.
Okay, slow down.
Then we're gonna park in the back.
Slow down.
Slow down!
What are you doing?
Hey!
Stop the car!
Stop the car!
(groans)
Son of a bitch.
(wheezing): Sorry.
I saw an opportunity.
So I jumped on it.
(groans)
(groans, laughs)
It doesn't matter.
You're a dead man.
I got three guys inside.
(groaning): What do you think they're doing right now?
Hey, Torres!
That was some good driving.
Gibbs!
(laughs)
Yes!
(laughs)
McGEE: Mitchell gave up the safe house.
Glad you could make it.
McGee.
Ah.
Yes!
Gibbs, I got to give you a kiss.
I'm gonna kiss you.
Come here.
(handcuffs tightening)
Donnie started as a low-level dealer, selling to mostly civilians.
But then had the idea to use the Norfolk marina to smuggle dr*gs onto the base.
And nobody knew that Donnie was the leader?
GIBBS: Almost nobody.
BISHOP: Only his top lieutenants.
That's how I'd do it.
Not that I (clears throat)
ever would.
Well, glad to hear that there's a limit to your insubordination.
Speaking of which, there's about 50 scuba tanks that need to be carried out of the evidence truck.
Yeah, figured you could handle it, muscles.
VANCE: And as for you, Agent Bishop, hell of a job.
Hungry?
Oh, yeah.
Yeah, I could eat.
(laughing): Unbelievable.
I-I bring down an entire drug ring and all I get is a promotion to Special Agent Gopher.
Hmm.
Oh, that you brought down?
I mean, I seem to recall rescuing you at the end there.
Do you not remember me launching the bad guy into orbit?
(laughs)
All right, all right.
You were good.
Really good.
Well, I had a good teacher.
Well, you taught me some things, too.
Really?
Like what?
Like don't eat garlic pasta before you make out with your partner.
I wasn't gonna say anything, but that was a little rough.
I wasn't gonna say anything but you got a little toothy.
Ah.
Rude.
We got weird jobs.
Weird but awesome.
I'm kind of sad it's over.
I mean, what am I gonna do now?
Go home?
Watch a movie?
Oof, boring.
No.
Let's-let's do something.
Like, hit the g*n range, or go BASE jumping.
(chuckles)
Can't.
Scuba tanks.
Oh, right.
Good luck with that.
See ya tomorrow.
Luis.
See you later, Charlie.
(elevator bell dings)
(elevator bell dings)