NCIS (2003–…): Season 10, Episode 14 - Canary - full transcript

You're blocking the door, man.

Sorry, sir. You're going to have
to use the rear entrance.

Fine.

What happened to Henry?

Changed buildings. Sorry again.

Target's headed your way, Boss.

Watch it!

How'd you get back here anyway?

Get lost. Get lost. Get lost.

No, so I actually said to her,
"Get your hands off my man, you bitch.

Stay away from him."

Yes, I did.

And you know what she told me?

She actually had
the nerve to look at me

in the eye and pretend...

Federal agent!

You let her go, Khan.

Who are you?

Homeland?

FBI?

You won't shoot.

Whoever you are, you want me alive.

Nice job, sexy.

Next time, you wear the heels.

Is the computer all right?

Easy does it, McGoo.

It's completely fine.

He's a lot smaller in person.

Well, we finally got him, Boss.

This is going to put a big hole
in the "Most Wanted List".

NCIS Season 10 Episode 14
Canary Web-Dl

Synchro: Gaillots,
Keller & Kujathemas.

Rereading: Bruno.

This is my favorite part.

What? Riding in the elevator?

Returning home as conquering heroes.

Like Caesar entering Rome
after defeating the Gauls.

You are in need of a Roman bath.

We just took down Ajay Khan,

guy who hacked into MTAC last month.

Kind of a big deal.
Resulted in the death of an agent.

- What exactly are you expecting?
- Recognition.

Excuse me.

All hail.

We got him.

Number two cyberterrorist
in the world.

FBI security breach.

The Homeland hack last year.

Come on!
What more do you people want?

Perhaps they would prefer
the number one cyberterrorist.

The man who planned everything.

I get it.

I see.

Two minutes enjoying the win,

is that really too much to ask?

I do smell like bologna.

Look, I know that Khan

is going to lead me to his employer.

Which is why I already requested
his full FBI file,

and I'm going to use it as leverage.

Feed me grapes, woman.

Soon as they e-mail the rest,

our little hipster's going
to be singing like a bird.

What's going on?

What?!
The network is down again?!

What is this? We can catch the best
cyberterrorist in the world, but

we can't check our e-mail?

You caught the second best
cyberterrorist, Agent DiNozzo.

Wi-Fi's down again, Kevin.

And Ajay Khan, who can help us find
the first best cyberterrorist,

the digital Bin Laden,
we can get him,

but we need our computer to do it!

Since the attack on MTAC,

my department has been implementing
new Internet security features

that have momentarily slowed
the system.

For how long?

As long as it takes
to make sure that we're safe.

Field agents aren't the only ones

that take the death of one
of our own personally.

Understood.

Just let me know.

Always nice to see you, Kev.

Agent David, would you make sure
that Tim gets this?

He wanted to come.

What do you got there?

Improvisational comedy.

You?

I'm taking classes downtown.

I'm funnier than you think.

I'm already laughing.

Because of the beard,
our skits usually end up

with me playing the bumbling terrorist,
but it's a blast.

Terrorist...

blast. That's improv.

You'll be here in how long?

I don't know. Hold on.

Who are you?

Special Agent Gibbs, NCIS.

You catch that?

Yeah, fine. I'll see you then.

Love the phone, man.

My lawyer won't be here till tomorrow,
so until then...

I don't care.

Special Agent James Hunt
was undercover

when your hack took down the system.

It gave away his position.

Don't send your people
where they don't belong.

He was tortured to death.

Look at it!

That's terrorism.

Do you want to avoid
a life at Gitmo?

I need your employer's U.P. address.

Okay, wait, wait.

Please.

He only... he only goes
by the letters "MC".

We know that.

Well, I don't know his name.

Nobody does.

But I... I do know
where you can find him.

There's just one...

problem.

You don't even know
what an IP address is.

You're a dinosaur, man.

And come on.

That terrorism BS still work?

And Gitmo?

That place is a political black hole.
No one's been sent there in five years.

And you believe that?

You could charge me
with second-degree manslaughter at best.

I don't need anything from you
that'll make me talk, so...

- good luck trying.
- I won't need luck.

Got your computer.

Gonna send you and your boss
to Cuba on a permanent vacation.

Sounds like an Aerosmith album.

That's your era, right?

Old school?

Damn right.

Boss, I am so sorry.

I thought for sure I wrote
"IP address" correctly in my notes.

You did.

What?

Yeah, the guy thinks we're dumb.

Just want to prove he's right.

Too close?

I'm already sweating.

I like your musk, McGee.

It's this foundation of brilliance,

layered with years of experience,

with these lovely notes of...

anxiety.

Does it make you nervous
when I'm this close?

No, makes me nervous
this won't work.

I looked up Khan's records.

He's a fellow Beaver.

Now I smell MIT envy.

No.

Just that he's very good.

He hacked the school database
his freshman year.

Now, Khan is bound to have multiple
fail-safes installed on this computer.

That's why we rerouted
the power source,

mirrored the display
and blind-patched the keyboard.

The computer
won't even know it's on,

let alone someone's snooping.

Ready.

Relax, McGee.
We're better than this guy.

Let's find out.

All right.

Here we go.

We're in. That's the contents
of the hard drive.

Wait, no, no.
Quick, quick, unplug everything.

Did we just fail?

If what I think just happened,
happened...

yeah, we did.

So, any chance of getting info off
Khan's computer is gone?

Like I said, this guy's good.

And that's bad.

Ajay Khan is
what my mother's American cousin

used to call a "slippery one",

when she was talking
about the catfish

we used to catch
in Hapsheed's Creek.

They're the same, Duck.
They're both bottom-feeders.

Yes, but you caught this one,

and you've connected him
to the attack on MTAC.

I want the guy
who paid him to do it.

The elusive "MC".

No face, no name...

- no motive.
- Yeah, but this time,

it cost a Federal agent his life.

M. Khan knows he's going to prison.

Yeah, he also knows the judge
would throw out any deal we offer.

And because his computer went up
in smoke,

you now need something
to convince our slippery fish

that giving up
his master of ceremonies

would be in his own best interest.

Duck, that's why you're doing
the psych profile.

Khan only gauges success...

by money.

After his parents died,
he became a loner.

No family, no friends,
no loved ones, certainly no one

- you could use as leverage.
- He's got to care about something.

Well, according to his buying habits,
it's himself.

So, as a narcissist...

We know what he's scared of.

Losing everything.

And, ultimately, his life.
He would be scared of death.

But then his employer
is a greater threat

in that department than we are.

So let's get creative.

Besides multiple federal agencies,

Khan has other enemies.
For example,

to throw the FBI off his scent,

he lead authorities
to a terrorist cell in New York City.

- He double-crossed former employers.
- That's the theory.

And those same men

are now high-value detainees
in Camp Delta, aka...

Guantanamo Bay.

The threat of Gitmo actually
rings true for Mr. Khan.

I like the way you think, Gibbs.

A three-hour intimidation flight
to Camp Delta?

That's a new one for me, but if you
think it'll get this scumbag to talk,

- the Air Force will have a plane ready.
- Excuse me.

May I step in, Agent Gibbs?

It's your agency, Director.

General, I'm Acting NCIS Director
Jerome Craig.

Since we don't have authorization
to actually detain Mr. Khan

when he gets to Cuba, it's a political
nightmare gift-wrapped in red tape.

If we go through proper channels...

The fewer able to know
about this, the better, sir.

You want me to go behind backs?

That's a big risk, gentlemen.

The cost of fuel
is a small price to pay

for neutralizing a threat
to National Security, sir.

I suppose so.

Maybe.

You just let me know
what you need, Sir.

I have to jump off.
Director Craig.

You think I'm being soft, right?

This is very unorthodox.

I can't sell the higher-ups
on the need for such urgent action.

Sorry.

Risks aren't my specialty.

New look, Abs?

This is Grandpa Sciuto's recipe
for homemade pomade.

It's beeswax,

ginger root, unleaded gasoline...

God, that stinks.

It's better than the smell
of failure.

I couldn't even wash the smoke
out of my hair this morning.

That's gone.

Doubly so,

because I managed to turn me
and McGee's colossal failure

into a minor success.

Video camera?

Just before Khan's computer died,
we got a momentary glimpse

at the hard drive, and because McGee

and I operate at the highest
levels of professionalism...

You filmed everything.

Baby got backup, Gibbs.

Most of what we saw was
just digital gobbledygook,

but then I noticed this.

It's an address
of an old warehouse in Anacostia.

There's nothing to indicate
what we'll find there,

but if Khan is interested
in this place...

So are we.

Great work, Abs.

From the ashes, McAbby will rise.

All warehouses are the same.

Up there with old houses,
churches and prisons.

They give me the willies.

It's when people lick their fingers
and then they put it in someone's ear?

That's a wet willy.

I'm talking about the creeps.

So are the creeps related
to the willies?

All descendants
of the heebie-jeebies.

What?

Well, I guess we can rule out
death by natural causes.

I've seen this before.

You better call the Hazmat team.

Robert Mellish.

We traced info from your computer,
and we found him,

killed by the Ebola virus.

Rare...

contagious, deadly.

You on Twitter, Agent Gibbs?

'Cause your natural speech patterns
are already less than 140 characters.

He was the warehouse caretaker,
but he doubled as a bomb-maker.

This your latest project for MC?

There's two ways this can go.

I'm not talking,

what's my second choice?

Admit you're stupid.

A colleague of mine
said you're smart.

I told him I don't think so. I think
you're just as dumb as the last guys.

What?

Ebola virus?

It's been done.

Hell, you're not even original.

Like you said, all MC's idea.

I knew it.

You're not even the brains.

You owe me 20 bucks, man.

If I were you colleague, I'd wait
a couple of days before you pay up.

That's when you plan
to release the virus?

Thanks.

That's all I needed.

I didn't admit anything.

My attorney should be here soon...

If your attorney does show,

we'll be sure
and give him your new address.

Prisoner secured, sir.

Best seat on the plane.

In the event of a water landing,
you're pretty screwed, though.

Did you bring those snacks
I asked for?

It's only a three-hour flight
to Cuba.

Patience.

Chocolate malt balls

and gummy bears, yes?

- You're a life saver.
- You didn't ask for those.

You really think this will work?

You expect me to believe
that you're escorting me

to Guantanamo Bay?

Ready to rock and roll, sir.

That's a go!

This is insane.

- Malt ball?
- We're gonna need you to sign this.

Last chance to talk.

I could use some sun.

Hey, Ajay,

in boxing, what's the most
important part of the punch?

The follow-through.

Enjoy the flight.

It safe, Duck?

What's that, Jethro?

I said, "Is it safe?"

I can't hear you through the doors.

I'm gonna take that as "yes".

It's safe to come in.

CDC officials,

took samples with them and then

gave me the go-ahead
to finish the autopsy,

but while the pathogen

only spreads
via contact with bodily fluids,

it's prudent to keep our distance.

Can't be too careful.

Well, he wasn't.

It's not yet possible to prove
how the disease was acquired,

but I did find this curious cut
on his finger.

That a paper cut?

No, much deeper.

It reminded me of a wound
that Mr. Palmer sustained last year,

from the aluminum seal

on a bottle of hypertonic saline.

Would an Ebola sample
have that kind of seal?

Perhaps.

But who would willingly
open Pandora's Box?

Give me a time of death.

I'd say he died 12 hours ago,

but acquired the virus
about a week ago.

Well, Ebola is painful.

It typically causes the major organs
to soften and dissolve,

but in his case,

only his left kidney liquefied,

which suggests that this is
a weakened strain of the virus.

- So what does that mean?
- No idea.

It only adds to the mystery
of not only how,

but why it was acquired.

Well, we're working on that.

On the ground and in the air.

How is our acting director

handling your bifurcated plan?

- Speak of the devil.
- He looks a little nervous to me.

Duck, I got it.

Gibbs, I was hoping we could...

Come on. Not here.

You're right. My office
is a much better place to discuss...

Go ahead.

This is where you want
to talk about...

We won't be disturbed.

About the flight to Cuba.

It's a matter of National Security

to find out what Khan knows
about an imminent attack.

I know.
I signed off on that part.

It's the second part I'm fuzzy on.

What happens if the flight alone
doesn't scare him enough to talk?

Gitmo isn't just a hotel
you can check people into.

What happens after they land?

When it comes to that,

that'll be your call
to make, Director.

You need a hand there?

I've smelled a lot of puke
in my day, Ziva,

believe me.

Are you done?

Let me guess, you became,

a vomit connoisseur in college?

Baltimore Narcotics,

and compared to a smack addict
who's just binged on Beltway burgers...

... this is nothing.

Natural ingredients
break down faster.

I only eat organic.

Well, that's about to change.

Along with a few other aspects
of your ironic hipster lifestyle.

So what do you say, Chaka Khan?

You ready to roll on MC Hammer?

You don't know anything about music.

I know it pretty much died
around 1977.

This little psych-out of yours
is deeply flawed.

I'm much safer as a prisoner in Cuba
than as a rat in DC.

I would not be so sure.

You do remember
your former employers, right?

You screwed them over
to save yourself.

In case you didn't get
their last Ramadan card,

they've since moved to Gitmo.

And they have had plenty of time
to think about who put them there.

Wouldn't it be a coincidence
if you were put in the same camp?

Or even, say, the same cell?

It's a small world.

Rule 39A,

No such thing.

No, you don't have the power
to pull those kinds of strings.

Clearly you have not spent
enough time with Gibbs.

You keep trying. It's entertaining.

Where is he?

I am

brimming with information,
and no Gibbs?

And for that matter, where is McGee?
I feel like there's some

party going on
and no one told me, Bert.

It's need to know.

And you don't want to, believe me.

May I come in, Miss Sciuto?

Director, of course.

You trying out a new,

hair product?

It's for failure anxiety.

Actually,

it's for fixing tractors,

but my grandpa didn't label the can.

So, boom, happy accident.

And this is pertinent to the case?

Kind of.

I ran tests on the Ebola
that killed our warehouse victim.

Autopsy report says
it's a weakened strain.

Yes, and I found out why.

This particular strain
was developed to help people

- instead of killing them.
- A vaccine.

Yes, tested on poor,
little, fluffy mice.

Obviously, it didn't work
because our warehouse victim...

And the little, fluffy mice...

Yeah, are all dead.
Who developed it?

Centers for Disease Control.

Fortunately, our government
keeps these things under

a strict security protocol,
but unfortunately...

Those protocols were breached.

Like MTAC.

So rather than being
slated for destruction,

the faulty vaccines
were shipped as flu vaccines.

To the warehouse,

- where our victim makes bombs.
- Instead of a flu vaccine, boom.

Ebola bomb.

So someone unknowingly opens the box.
The disease spreads.

We're talking hundreds,
maybe thousands of lives.

Yes.

Excuse me.

I have a call to make.

Where are the Ebola samples?

Who has them?

He's still not talking, Director.

What do you want us to do?

I see.

Will do, sir.

Yes, sir.

What did he say?

- It's time to change the game.
- How?

- By not making it a game anymore.
- That's not gonna be easy.

Special Agents DiNozzo and David,
I need you to strap in.

We're about to start
our descent into Camp Delta.

You can't imprison me
without due process.

Beside, you don't have the resources
to go that far off the grid.

Not to mention the balls.

Maybe we don't, but our bosses do.

Sleepy time.

Old school.

Hey, Kev!

What are you doing?
Did Gibbs break another phone?

Once Agent DiNozzo's stash ran out,

do you know
how hard it is to find these things?

Are you okay?
You seem really nervous.

I have this pomade, if you...

When Gibbs called, he sounded
like he had something else on his mind.

He already chewed me out
after the MTAC mess,

so he's not gonna fire me, right?

Gibbs isn't in charge of Cyber Division,
so he can't fire you.

I mean, unless you... Hey, Gibbs.

- Where you been?
- What do you got?

I was able to locate
our missing Ebola samples.

Yeah, go.

Okay, so when Khan hacked the CDC,

he mislabeled and shipped
our faulty vaccines as flu shots.

To the warehouse.

Where he could have paid
our dead guy to booby-trap them.

Once someone opens that box...

Given the generation time of Ebola

and the population
of the Metro area,

the R-O value of this particular
pandemic model

- would be very high.
- And what are we gonna do about that?

We're gonna track the shipment.

I ran records on all the major
shipping companies,

and I found a single pickup
at our Ebola warehouse.

Assuming they haven't been
re-labeled again...

The delivery trucks have GPS.

Send it to McGee.

Kevin, phone?

He can't fire you.

Director's waiting
for you downstairs.

He can't, but Director Craig can.

Come on, let's go!

Bienvenue a Cuba.

Hola.

Oh, my God, you bastards.

Are you kidding me? My lawyers
are gonna have a media field day.

Think about that for a second.
If we had,

to knock you out
to sneak you in here...

Then we're long past caring
about what is legal.

It sounds like your friends
know you're here.

"Give him to me."

"You pig, you coward."

"Die."

And a few more expletives,

but it would be very unladylike
of me to repeat them.

- You bastards.
- You know what?

Why don't you just sit here, pumpkin,
and think about that for a second.

Closing cell 117.

How do you expect
to get away with this?

Friends in high places.

Come on!

Pull forward.

I'm surprised Metro's willing
to help us out on such short notice.

They know what's at stake.

According to the GPS signal,

our delivery van is headed this way.

Right on time.

Told him it was a sin to talk like
that to a woman he's not related to.

Open cell 117.

Hey, there, Mr. Orange.

You missed lunch, so we thought
wed scrounge you up something to eat.

I doubt that it's organically grown.

Doubt it's grown at all.

You bring me here

and you risk my life and you expect
there to be no consequences?

That's what's wrong
with this military,

and this country.

You're lecturing us
on right and wrong.

The agent who died because of you
had a wife and a six-year-old son.

And you think this is the justice
that they were looking for?

No, but it prevents others
from needing to seek justice at all.

This must end.

It won't.

Today it's Ebola courtesy
of some whack job who calls himself MC.

Tomorrow it's someone else.
Why? Who knows and who cares?

The point is that whether I'm in here
or not, there's always someone else.

That's why we're here,

to clean up the mess.

I'm not telling you anything.

- It's okay, we got it covered.
- Base commander needs to see you.

The base commander knows we're here?

Did he say what it was about?

Sorry.

We tried to keep it low-key,

but game's over.

- We should talk to him.
- Yeah.

Only one of you.

What?

Since he legally doesn't belong in here,
you have

to stay with your prisoner.

In here?

Sorry, Agent DiNozzo.

Orders.

In case you need anything.

Closing cell 117.

I guess those friends
didn't go high enough, Tony?

Do you have enough snacks
for the flight home?

I got a schedule to keep.
I don't have time to drink.

Federal agents.

Get out.

Maybe a beer before my last delivery,
but that was on my lunch break.

Where are the samples?

What?
What are you talking about?

What samples?

The artistic conundrum with grunge
is the fact that it never had a chance

to change into anything else,
as usually happens with other genres.

The best bands

just stopped recording or broke up
when the music went mainstream.

Soundgarden, Screaming Trees,
Stone Temple Pilots.

Or their stars died.
Kurt Cobain, Layne Staley...

I don't get you.

You seem like a normal guy.

Why do you risk your life
hacking for a terrorist?

It's not like you're radical

or religious.
It's not the 72 virgins.

Why do you do what you do?

If I asked you the same thing,

I suspect our answers
would be the same.

Duty?

There are two reasons
that are far more base.

A steady paycheck.

And power.

The feeling that you've...

Made a difference.

Conquered something.

Like Caesar.

You're not like Caesar.

You're more like Tony Curtis,
actually.

I know music, not movies.

Spartacus.

You're the guy with no power.

And you're Tony Curtis, because...

he just...

minced around, singing songs...

and giving people sponge baths.

Maybe.

But it's a job.

That's weird.

This another one
of your little tricks?

What's going on?

What is this?

Attention.
Security breach in Camp Five.

All personnel are to remain where
they are until further instruction.

Very clever.

I'll be the first to admit I'm good,
but this

is not...

- Your gun?
- I checked it at security.

It's base protocol.

Are you serious?

Shut up!

This is NCIS Agent DiNozzo.

What's going on out there?

Come in.

Sergeant!

Anybody?

This is NCIS Special Agent
Anthony DiNozzo,

Camp Five, cell block A.
Somebody please come in.

Tony, come in.

Hi, Ziva.

Thanks for checking in on us.
So what's going on out there?

It is not good.
The entire security mainframe is down.

What? This is the most secure prison
in the world,

on an island we don't even
have trade with. That's impossible.

Nothing is impossible
when it comes to computer networks.

Do they think it's been hacked?

They are trying to figure it out,
but it is a possibility.

Oh, my God!

You idiots!

He found out I'm here,
and now he thinks I'm gonna flip.

- Who?
- Who do you think?

If he can hire me,
he can hire somebody else.

They have fail-safes built in
for this kind of thing.

Never underestimate
the U.S. military.

Don't underestimate geeks
with computers.

The cell door did open
on its own, Ziva.

Yours is not the only one.
I'm trying to get back to you,

but be careful, Tony.

Out.

Hey, where are you going now?

There are 7,000 troops on this island.
I'm gonna find one. Shut the door.

Hey, you!

- This a bad end will have!
- Thanks, Yoda.

Don't walk away!

You are not escaping!

Sergeant.

- Where you been?
- How did you get out of your cell?

I'm stuck with this guy,
and the door just pops open...

The Ebola sample's
got to be in one of these.

Zero-six-

alpha-delta-bravo-six.

There it is, Boss.
Right on top.

This box should
only contain our virus.

- I'm reading electrical components.
- It's rigged.

Luckily, I got just the thing...

thermal imaging,
so you can see the wires.

Been dying to try this thing out.

- I was just about to make my move.
- I know. We have to get back to cover.

- Come on!
- Oh, God!

Let's get out of here.

There are more coming.
Many more.

What was that?

I'm pretty sure
all the cell doors just unlocked.

Come on.

They're coming.
You have to protect me, I have rights.

Right now, you have
the right to remain silent!

I'm sorry, Tony!

If I die, they'll have your badge.

I'm more concerned about my life.

- Seconded.
- We have eight shots left.

Should be enough for an angry mob.

Maybe they didn't see us.

- Code blue! Seal it off!
- Go! Get back, get back!

Turn on the suction!

There must have been a secondary spring
under the flap.

Maybe if I cut the other wire.

The negative pressure in the tent
prevented anything from escaping.

We're in the clear.

Yeah, Director?

Saying anything useful?

He's bargaining for Khan.

He does not care about us.

He'll let us go if we hand him over.

Not funny.

It's not a bad deal, Tony.
Come on.

Wait a second.

You want to just

make a deal with this guy?
I mean, what's stopping him

from killing us after
we give him Khan?

Nothing. But it's worth a try.

You two are sick.

At least we will not have to spend

the last moments of our lives
with him whining!

Sold.

No, you can't, you can't do that!
You need me!

Why?
You have been of no use to us.

Okay, let's do this.

Don't.

Tony, don't!

You open the door a little bit,
we toss him in the hall,

close it fast. On three.

One!

- Two!
- No, I'll tell you whatever you want!

I'll tell you whatever you want.

Prove it.

McGee, get ready to listen.

Tell him how you contact MC.

Come on!
I can't hold this door anymore!

Okay. Hello.

I ping him from a basic IP,

- and he contacts me.
- Yeah, nice try.

If he's monitoring you,
he'll know it's us.

- No, he doesn't, I swear.
- If he's lying, McGee, hang up!

No, wait!

Cut the crap.
When you hacked the MIT network,

you used a secure backstop
that kept you invisible.

What? I mean, yeah. So?

But it also let you track
anyone looking for you.

That's how you got in so quick.

How do you know that?

You like to know
who's following you.

So I'm guessing you used
the same thing on MC.

Which means you know exactly
where he is.

Who is this?

Someone smarter than you,
who's about to hang up.

Give me the numbers.

Come on!
I can't hold the door anymore!

Fine.

192-168...

014.

Is that it?

- McGee, is he messing with us?
- Nah, he knows better.

All right,
the signal's active, Tony.

We can track MC.

So it's Hammer Time?

Yeah, it's Hammer Time.

- Yeah, McGee?
- Boss, we got it.

Finally.

What are you doing?
I told you everything!

And that wasn't so hard, was it?

What the hell?

You know, these squibs really hurt.

More than a pair of heels?

You can stop the act now, Kev.

I only said,
"How's that for improv?"

It was good. You did good.

This whole thing was...

Old school.

Heads up.

Antacids.
It's a little late, but thanks.

Congrats, Gibbs, you did it.

It's a team effort.

Yeah, I only have one more question.

Whatever happened to Khan's lawyer?
He must have shown up.

We told him we transferred his client
to another location.

Agent Dorneget drove him
all the way down to Norfolk.

Clerical error.

Hey, guys, thank you.

We're gonna have to answer for this.

Not to mention tracking and taking down
the artist formerly known as MC.

The job's never done, Jerome.

I know.

Which is why I don't think
I'm the man for it.

Yet.

You know, Cuba's colder
than I remember.

Let me get that for you.

Watch your head.