NCIS (2003–…): Season 11, Episode 5 - Once a Crook - full transcript

(man grunting)

(panting)

(panting, grunting)

Hey. Hey.

(indistinct talking in distance)
(chamber music plays on radio)

- But he lives there.
- Well...

You're acting
like a child.

Martha, please... if you
care about me at all,

just let me figure
it out on my own.

(panting)

Help! Help me!

(silenced gunshot)

- Just drive.
- (sighs) Thank you.

(chamber music continues)

♪ NCIS 11x05 ♪
Once a Crook
Original air date on October 22, 2013

== sync, corrected by elderman ==
@elder_man

♪

Tony? What are you doing here?

TONY: Working, Tim--
trying to power through

these ROI's.

At 7:00 in the morning?

Yeah. Someone's got to.

Once again, who are you,

and what have you done
with the real Tony? (laughs)

Oh, no, I got up early.

Gave me a chance to hit the gym,
do a little shopping.

Then I got
some breakfast.

Exactly how early were you up?

Technically, I-I haven't slept.

At all?

You want to talk
about it?

I feel we just did.

You know,
you've been different

these past few weeks, Tony.

How long?

Well, that's kind of
a personal question, Tim,

- but since it's you asking...
- No, how long since you've slept?

(laughing)

Uh...

a few days--
it's not a problem.

A few days is a big problem--
the body needs rest, Tony.

You kidding?
I've never felt more alert,

more in control;
I'm totally on my game.

Feelin' good, man!

(papers drop to floor)

GIBBS: On your feet, DiNozzo.
TONY: Aah! (groans)

Sorry, boss.
I didn't see you coming.

I'm just getting
my work shape spaceship...

space...

ship...

Work in progress.

Do it later.

GIBBS: Got a dead sailor
outside of Baltimore.

Come on.
TONY (whispers): I need coffee.

(gasps)

Sleep deprivation affects
high-level cognitive functions,

cardiovascular health,
circulation...

Just Googled that
on the ride over, didn't you?

Side effects include
increased risk of stroke,

memory loss,
hallucinations, Tony.

(sighs):
What's your point?

Should you really be carrying
a loaded weapon right now?

(chuckles)

Look, I got some sleeping pills
at home-- I can bring them in.

You trying to make me
all Dorothy Dandridge?

Forget about it.

Coffee beans.
Turbo Tweak.

Body is my temple.

(exhales):
Ah...

(groans)

Holy...

I need some antacid.

Oh...

(chuckles):
Do you re...

Sorry, boss.

Rather a bucolic place to die,
wouldn't you say, Jethro?

Depends on the cause, Duck.

Decidedly less bucolic,
I'm afraid.

Single gunshot wound to
the back, as far as I can see.

Preceded
by a brutal battle.

He put up a fight.

It was the environment.
These aren't

defensive wounds on his hands.

They're from the trees
and the brush

that he undoubtedly had
to struggle through to get here.

Nah, he was running
from somebody.

McGEE: Victim is First Class
Petty Officer Wells.

24 years old.
He's a crypto tech.

Just returned from
a tour in Afghanistan

where he was assigned
to a security post.

Park rangers discovered
his body at 6:00 a.m.

Rollins Hotel.

It's in Baltimore.
Expensive, too.

I'm wondering how
an enlisted man could afford it.

Check it out.

Ah, DiNozzo,
what are you doing?

Trees?

Looky-loos. They're all
dressed for something--

hiking, running,
bird-watching.

- Yeah, except?
- The tall guy in the green hoodie

with the black
work boots.

He's not dressed for anything.

- Where?
- My six. Your 12.

He was there.

Well, get him back.

(footsteps nearby)

Hey!

I know you.

Come back! NCIS!

Stop!

(Tony panting)

Sorry. He disappeared.

He was...

(panting)

Wait a minute.

Are you okay, DiNozzo?

(panting):
Yeah, of course.

It's... the guy was
standing right here, you know?

I was just...

Aha.

"Choward's Scented Gum""

That mean something to you?

Yeah.
It means McGee's right.

I'm starting to see things.

(elevator bell dings)

(bell dings)

(grunts)

Hi.

Oh. Hey.

Delilah.

Why are you here?

Oh, haven't you heard?

Transfer
just came in.

It's official--
I'm joining the team.

McGEE:
Careful, Delilah.

Tony's operating
on a serious sleep deficit.

His, uh,
neurotransmitters

aren't processing
humor right now.

I'm just kidding, Tony.

But you should really
see a doctor

if you can't sleep.

Prolonged insomnia
can lead to an early death.

Promise?

(clunking)
Aah!

Short temper's

also a symptom?

Why are you here, Delilah?

I, uh...
McGEE: DoD sent her over

once they heard about
Petty Officer Wells' murder.

Why is the Department of Defense

interested in a low-level CT?

Well... Petty Officer Wells
was not just

any crypto tech.

He was an expert
in communications

network defense with top-level
security clearance.

What kind of intel
did he have access to?

- That's classified, Tony.
- Seriously?

No, I just always
wanted to say that.

(laughs)

I don't go out
into the field much.

It's not his access
DoD was worried about,

it's the encryption codes
he utilized on a daily basis.

Some of the best
the military has.

Wells was an asset.

And he was supposed
to report

for duty at NAS Point Mugu

in California
this morning.

Ooh, could I have a piece?

I love grape.

TONY:
Scented grape gum?

You ever heard
of the food pyramid?

Gum's not grape,
it's violet.

And what's this?

A bag of high-end
cellular telephones

that just happens to match
a description of a truckload

that was hijacked last night

at the shipyards?

I didn't do anything.

Then why do you
have these?

I'm holding them for a friend.

What's your name?

Anton Markin.

Well, Anton Markin,

what we're looking at here
is a class-two felony,

which means an "atta boy" for me,
and a little prison time for you.

So why don't you do us both
a favor and tell me

the name
of your friend.

What was Wells doing
in Baltimore?

(sniffs)

He was living it up in
a thousand-dollar-a-night suite

at the Rollins Hotel.

On whose dime?

(clears throat)
Bill was paid for

with an electronic check--
I'm still tracing it.

McGEE: I searched his room,
found $10,000 cash

in the room safe
along with

P.O. Wells' laptop.

Sent the computer
down to Abby

along with the hotel
security footage.

Actually, I'm going to need
to access that computer ASAP.

Could be compartmented
information on it,

- "Eyes Only" kind of stuff.
- You want to try and take it from Abby?

I would like to see that.

Um...

that's okay.

I can wait.

Suit yourself.

What do you got, Abbs?

Depends on who's asking.

Did she send you?

She did! I knew it!

Delilah!

She already told me
that I can't log on

to Petty Officer Wells'
laptop without her, Gibbs.

Abby...

But I've got a lot of
work to do here, Gibbs,

so she's gonna have
to wait her turn.

Abbs, Abbs,
she's just doing her job.

I know.

I am not stalling

for personal reasons, Gibbs.

I just need time to
put it back together.

- What happened?
- I didn't have permission to log on,

but no one said anything
about dissection.

This computer
has been suspicious

since it came
in here, Gibbs.

It's supposed to be
a top-of-the-line

Altstar laptop, but...

I noticed some details
on the casing

that didn't match
the manufacturer's specs.

The edges are all
unevenly grounded,

and, I mean, the motherboard,
you can look for yourself.

I mean, come on.

It all looks like computer guts.

The circuitry is abysmal.

This is substandard
workmanship, it's...

shoddy hardware.

This-this computer
is a liar, Gibbs.

It's Chinese.
I mean, well,

most computers are Chinese,

but this one is claiming
to be an Altstar laptop,

and it is not--
it is an imposter.

There is spyware
implanted on that chip.

That's like a back door
into the computer,

accessible
from anywhere in the world.

We're talking
about espionage here.

Do I seem okay to you?

Markedly better than
the last occupant

of that table.

It's just, I can't sleep, Ducky.
I've...

Ever since...

Uh, her absence is difficult
for all of us, Tony.

- I didn't say...
- You didn't have to.

(quiet sigh)

All I know is
I'm starting to see things.

People...
who aren't even there.

(laughs softly)
Well, you're talking to someone

who has conversations
with the dead.

I found a piece of gum at
the crime scene today--

brought me back to a case
I hadn't thought about in...

15 years.

Small details can unleash
powerful memories.

Proust's madeleine.

A single bite conjured up
a seven-volume novel.

Memory's not my problem.

I'm afraid I'm going
Cuckoo's Nest.

Well, if you feel you're
losing your grip, simply stick

to what you know is real--
like this victim-- and, ah!

The bullet fragment
that I have finally dislodged.

(bullet fragment clinks
into bowl)

And then...

think about the people
who are still here,

and who are
depending on you.

(quiet sigh)

Tony, I went through

Petty Officer Wells'
cell phone records.

He received a dozen calls
in the last few days

from a woman named Amy Linden.

She's a private
defense contractor.

I traced the payment for Wells'
hotel and travel back to her.

She also spent
several years working

for Chinese technology
companies.

If Wells was a spy,
she could've been his handler.

Gibbs wants us
to go pick her up.

Tony?

Did you hear me?

(snaps fingers)

Hi, boss.

Sure you're okay?

- You keep asking.
- Well, I'm still

- waiting for an answer.
- (laughs): I'm fine.

I heard everything McGee said--
go pick up Amy Linden.

No, no, no.
You stay put.

(quietly): Pull it together.

McGee, come on.
You're with me.

Drive safely.

(phone rings)

Hello?

- Tony.
- Abby.

Is she still there?

Who? Wha...? Where?

Delilah. Is she
still in the bullpen?

(gasps)
Oh.

I don't see her.

What do you need?

Oh, good.

Okay. I just wanted
to make sure

that the coast
was clear

before I gave you this.

It's a DNA hit
on your violet gum.

(clears throat) I think we hit
the jackpot here.

This guy's a fugitive--
he's wanted for stabbing

a Russian gangster
in Baltimore

a bunch of years ago.
He could totally be our killer.

And that means you're
not seeing things.

And you're not crazy.

I mean, not that...
not that I...

thought you were crazy,
or that, um...

McGee told me that you're
seeing things, 'cause he...

he didn't...

(siren wailing in distance)

This some kind
of safe house?

Does it look like
a safe house?

It looks like where you beat
confessions out of suspects.

It's my apartment.

I haven't had time to decorate.
(chuckles)

It's gonna take more
than throw pillows.

(laughs)

Oh, no.

Coffee's for closers.

Oh, come on, man, I've been
in a holding cell all night.

And the reason you're
not on a bus to lockup

is because of me.

You're welcome,
by the way.

I did everything you
asked, Officer DiNozzo.

I gave you the name of the guy from
the truck robbery, but I got to go.

I have a job at a bakery-- they're
not gonna understand why I'm late.

Here's the thing:
the name you gave me--

Viktor Khartov--

his dad, Ivan,

basically runs organized crime
in East Baltimore.

Ivan runs a tight
organization.

No outsiders. Makes it virtually
impossible to infiltrate.

No!

- Let me finish.
- You don't have to.

You're gonna ask me to be a rat;
I'm not gonna do it.

I'm not gonna do it. No.

Truck driver's dead.

Viktor shot him,

dumped the body.

I know you were there
that night.

Yeah, but all I...

all I did was drive,
and I waited in the car.

I didn't know he killed a guy.

- I didn't know it.
- Doesn't matter.

Makes you an accessory
to a robbery...

and a homicide.

Look, I got a sister
who depends on me.

Anton, hey, look at me.

You want to take care
of your sister, you got

to take care
of our problem first.

It's your only way out.

(door creaking)

Don't move.

Hello, Anton.

How'd you track me down?

Not that hard.

This is the one place in
Baltimore you ever felt safe.

- I didn't kill that guy.
- Which guy?

The one you stabbed to death
15 years ago,

or the sailor you shot
last night?

- The sailor.
- Mm. I see.

He was a cryptologist.

Turns out he may have been
selling secrets to the Chinese.

So I'm sure there's a perfectly
reasonable explanation

- why you were at the crime scene.
- There is, actually.

But in my experience,
the guy with the gun

- doesn't have to explain himself.
- Fair enough.

Put the gun down,
we'll talk.

I'm not here
to have a conversation.

I'm here to warn you
to stay away.

- Or what, you gonna shoot me?
- If I have to.

- Give me your gun.
- No.

What?

No. If you were gonna shoot me,
I'd be dead.

You already got one gun;
I'm not giving you another one.

So let's move on.

Anton...

what are you doing
back in Baltimore?

It's complicated.

I can help you.

Last time you tried to help,

it cost me
my life and my sister.

Think I'll pass, thank you.

That's right,
your sister, Marie.

How's she doing?
Have you been to see her?

Stop asking questions.

Turn around,
get on your knees. Now.

Everything's
different now.

I'm a federal agent;
I have pull.

Wow. Congratulations.

Heard you got made detective
when you threw me

under the bus,
but federal agent...

I didn't throw you
under the bus.

Want to know what
my life's been like, hmm?

Living underground,
fake names, dead-end job--

it's 15 years of nothing.

Running was your
choice, Anton.

None of this was my choice.

TONY:
Anton!

(dogs barking)

(vehicle approaching)

(tires screech, horn honks)

(angry grunt)
(horn honking)

(panting)

(gasps)

Anton!

Stop!

(grunts)

(phone ringing)

Tony, where are you?

Never mind.
I need a favor, McGee,

and it's got to stay between us.

Well, that's gonna be
a little tricky,

considering we're about
to go interview Amy Linden.

I need a current address
for Marie Markin.

It's probably in Baltimore.

- Markin.
- Hey, isn't that the last name

of the suspect Abby I.D.'d
off the violet gum?

Yeah.

Get back to me
as soon as you can.

And listen...
you can't tell Gibbs.

Okay.

Thanks a lot. Bye.

Uh, can I help you, boss?

You got an interview to conduct.

(quietly):
Okay.

I can't recall
anyone named Wells.

Your company paid for
his hotel and airfare,

gave him $10,000 in cash.

Sorry, not ringing
any bells.

McGEE: We've got a dead
Navy cryptologist

who might have been selling
secrets to the Chinese,

and you're the last
person to see him alive.

It's from the Rollins
Hotel security camera.

Yesterday.

GIBBS:
That's him and that's you.

GIBBS:
Ring your bell now?

Tell us about
Petty Officer Wells.

I wanted him bad.

But not for espionage.

He was an expert cryptologist
at the end of his enlistment.

Do you know how valuable
that is in the private sector?

I had...

three tech companies
in a bidding war for him.

You're a headhunter?
Recruitment advisor--

developing former government
personnel with specialized skills.

Why all the secrecy?

My business is cutthroat.

If my competitors
found out about Wells,

they'd have tried
to poach him.

And the $10,000 we
found in his room?

Signing bonus.

(laughs)
Just a taste, really.

You have no idea the kind
of money companies will pay.

How much?

Just... out of curiosity.

Six figures, to start.

The sky's the limit if you
have the proper skill set.

You looking to make
a transition, Agent McGee?

Stay put.

(mouths "Call me")

- Hi.
- ABBY: Gibbs, Gibbs,

Gibbs, Gibbs!

Abbs, tell me
you got something.

Bad juju, Gibbs.

She came down here
an hour ago, asking to look

at Petty Officer
Wells' computer,

and she was all "please"
and all "thank you".

She brought me this.

She's just trying to be nice.

I know. It's freaking
me out, man.

Ballistics.

I'm working on it.

But the fragments that Ducky
sent down are in bad shape.

I'm scanning them
in the computer

to build a 3-D model--
I'm gonna reconstruct

the bullet virtually,

upload it into NIBIN,
but it's, like,

every time I get into it...

Think I found something.

So, I was going through files
on Wells' computer

when I saw this
on his Web browser.

I'm thinking it's
some kind of code,

unlike any
I've ever seen.

That's not code.

That's football.

It is?

DELILAH:
How can you tell?

ABBY (laughs): It's passing, rushing,
receiving, sacks.

It's a player's statistics.

Wells wasn't spying, he was
playing fantasy football.

He had a pretty good team, too.

And it looks like...

...he logged
into this account

an hour before
he was shot,

using someone else's
IP address.

Well, figure out whose.

TONY: DiNozzo.

Tony, hey, it's me.

I was able
to find Marie Markin's

place of work--
Rankoff's Bakery.

- It's in East Baltimore.
- TONY: Mm-hmm.

- Oh, you know it?
- TONY: Yeah, been there.

Good. Now, listen,
it's your turn.

You need to tell me
exactly what's going on, Tony.

(hangs up)

Tony?

Hang up on me?

Boss, is that you?

Who's Marie Markin?

(door bells tinkle)

(sirens blaring)

Morning, Officer.
Can I help you?

- Owners around?
- No.

No, my parents aren't here.

How about Anton Markin?
He works here, doesn't he?

That depends.

On what?

On what he did.

Have you seen him?

No. Supposed to be
here a few hours ago.

Means no day off for me.

Where is he exactly?

I don't know.

But if you see him,

tell him the help wanted
sign goes up tonight.

WOMAN:
Don't take it personally.

Milo's not being rude.
Just doesn't trust policemen.

It's a Russian thing.

How about you?

Do I trust policemen?

Do you know Anton?

I should.

He's my brother.

Oh, Marie.

I'm Officer DiNozzo.

Yeah, I know who you are.

You shouldn't be here.

- 'Cause of him?
- No.

You never know
who else might be around.

(doorbells tinkle)
Look, I just...

I need to find Anton.

He's not in trouble.

Come on... Anton's almost
always in trouble.

But he's a good person.

I'm sure he is.

But he skipped a meeting
with the detective.

That detective treats him
like a criminal, and so do you.

- Well, technically, Marie...
- Technically,

he's just trying
to do right by me.

You know, it's just
the two of us.

Anton dropped out of school
to take care of me,

keep social services away.

So... yeah,

you know, he sold
some stuff he shouldn't.

Like anyone else.

Just to get by.

(door closes,
door bells tinkle)

Listen, I'm gonna
take care of him.

You better...
'cause no one else ever has.

Yeah. Yeah, I remember you.

You were that cop
who came around to see Marie

after that trouble
with her brother, right?

- It's been a long time.
- Yes, it has.

Is Marie here?

No, no, she's not been in
for a few days.

- You got a home address?
- Yeah.

I was surprised,

after all these years
to see she still worked here.

That's how it is here.

We're Russian. We look out
for each other like family.

Oh, no.

(gun clicks)

(door creaks open)

(door closes)

(footsteps)

Anton?

(footsteps)

Hey, boss.

Got a positive hit on Petty
Officer Wells' fingerprints.

Beating he took started here.

McGEE:
Figured he got away,

fled toward the park.

His attacker followed him.

He finished the job.

Wells served with
Marie's husband,

Marine Sergeant
Randy Hollister.

They worked the same security
post out of Afghanistan.

Hollister was killed
a couple weeks ago

when his Humvee flipped
during a routine patrol.

Wells is paying his respects
to the widow?

That's what it
looks like.

And there's still
no sign of her.

(sighs)

Thanks, boss.

Feels like
I got hit by a train.

A little sleep would help.

I'll take what I can get.

Who's Anton?

Informant back when
I was in uniform.

Got stuck between the
Russian mob and a hard place.

He ended up killing one of the
Russians he was informing on.

Skipped town,
left his sister Marie

to fend for herself.

Anton kill Wells?

He says no.

I think I believe him.

(sighs)

It was just one of those cases.

Everything fell apart.

(laughs)

And you still think you
can put it back together.

No.

Anton's a stone cold killer.

Stabbed a guy 15 times
with a screwdriver.

I want to end this.

If you say so.

What, you think
'cause I went out

on my own,
I want to save him?

It's my mess.

I just want to bring him in,
look him in the eye

and figure out
what the hell went wrong.

(sighs)

The only reason
he's not in custody is

he got the drop on me.

Boss, I think
I found something.

If you wanted him in custody,
DiNozzo,

he would be.

(dogs barking)

Got fingernail scratches and
finger smudges on the window.

It's also broken.

Someone trying to escape.

Look at this.

TONY:
That's Marie's.

Well, then, she's alive.

Or she was.

Sorry, Tony.
What I meant...

TONY:
I know what you meant.

Marie's in trouble,
she could be dead,

and we still don't know why.

(banging on wood)

ABBY:
Counterfeit Altstars,

Gibbs. Just like Wells' laptop.

Down to the crappy motherboards
and the subpar coding.

DELILAH:
Manufactured in China

at a fraction of the cost
of the genuine article,

then sold for retail
on the open market.

The stash from Marie's house
has a street value of $300,000.

This is not espionage.

No, it's smuggling.

What about the spyware?

That's the one
thing we got wrong.

What? No spyware?

Oh, no, there's spyware
in all the computers.

We broke the code, too.

We can tell you what
factory they were made in,

what ship they came in on

and what date they
landed on U.S. soil.

But don't thank me.

This one is Delilah.

Oh, no, no, it was nothing.

All I did was break the code
on the operating system.

Oh, don't be so modest.
Most people can't do that.

Yeah, but it was
your idea, Abby.

I mean, without your...

Oh.

What'd you find?

The spyware's American.

Implanted in
the computers

to track the men
who've been smuggling them.

ABBY:
These computers belong

to U.S. Customs.

Marie's husband,
Sergeant Hollister,

had a partner, Jacob Spoke.

Six months ago, Customs
raided a warehouse

owned by Spoke.

They arrested him
and Sergeant Hollister.

Only problem was, they didn't
find any of the computers,

so, Customs cut
Hollister loose.

Not his partner?

No. Spoke had
an outstanding

warrant for
weapons possession.

They locked him up, he
was released last week.

Well, maybe he came
looking for his share.

Took Marie instead.

I checked their finances.

Marie Markin and her
husband had a joint account

with 50 grand in it.

She's got a wanted fugitive
for a brother.

Her dead husband
ran the largest

computer smuggling ring
in Maryland.

It's worth considering
she's in on it, too.

Well, let's find her.

Let's get this thing
figured out-- come on.

Already on it, boss.

Got an address
for a Jake Spoke.

It's a warehouse
near Baltimore.

Just waiting for Tony
to go pick him up.

(water running)

(sighs)

(sirens wailing in distance)

What the hell you doing here?

Hiding.
(door closes)

Hiding in my apartment?

Not even you found me.

Well, Detective Price is
wondering where you've been.

Detective Price is a jerk.

Yeah, he may be a jerk,
but he's the jerk

who holds your
fate in his hands.

(distant shouting,
horn honking)

(sighs)
Viktor knows.

He knows I'm working for you.

- What did he say?
- He's got a job.

Another robbery.
Wants me to drive.

I'm supposed to meet tomorrow,
go over plans, but...

That's fantastic.
All right.

I'll call Detective Price.

- We'll set up surveillance.
- He's gonna kill me.

It's nerves talking.
Calm down.

Hey, look in my eyes,
Officer DiNozzo.

Viktor Khartov is gonna kill me.

Anton, we're getting close.

All you have to do
is go in there,

let Viktor hang himself,
and you're home free.

How many times
have you done this?

Huh?

Worked an undercover case,
protected an informant?

Detective Price has.

And, uh, every other
cop on the detail.

Look, I'm gonna go
down to the precinct,

I'm gonna set everything up and
then I'm gonna come back here,

and I'm not taking my eyes off
you until Viktor's in cuffs.

You promise me, Officer DiNozzo?

We're in this
together, Anton.

I got your back.

(sighs, turns off water)

(sighs)

You think
I feel guilty about Anton

and let him get away
because of it, huh?

I don't know. Do you?

He made a run for it. I...

drew on him,
but I couldn't pull the trigger.

You would have had him on
the ground in two seconds flat.

Taken out a leg,
or shot him in the ass, or...

Yeah. You followed your gut.

(sighs)

That hasn't rely
been working out...

so well for me...

lately.

Oh, I don't know.

Maybe it's day number four
without sleep,

but I can't rely on my instincts
any longer.

(sighs)

I was wrong to trust Anton.

Maybe I was wrong
about a lot of people.

Are we still talking
about the case?

(sighs)

It's so interesting.

No one will say her name.

Have you noticed?

It's like she's dead.

Every time I look at her desk,

every time I close my eyes...

...I just feel like
I made a mistake.

Like I made...

the wrong decision.

Only, it wasn't me
who decided.

So, yeah,

I'm probably wrong to think
Anton's innocent in all this.

I'll trust you any time.

McGee, cover the back.

On it.

ANTON (muffled): I'll hurt you
in a thousand different ways...

then I'll kill you!

Where the hell
is my sister?!

MAN: I don't know. I told you.
I didn't take her.

ANTON: You're lying!
Where is she?!

Please don't hurt me, man.
I'm begging you.

NCIS.
Put the weapon down now.

Back off!
I'm not done with him yet!

Listen to him, Anton.

(panting)

ANTON:
Back off!

Anton...

listen to him.

He's not messing around.

Put the gun down.

I'm only asking one more time.

I don't know, man, I swear!

Anton,

look at me.

Hey, look at me.

We can end this.

Okay? We'll find Marie.

Together.

I swear to you.

But you got
to put the gun down.

(panting)

It's okay.

Two nights ago, Petty
Officer Wells was attacked

at Marie Markin's house.

So?

She was abducted.

And?

- Where is she?
- I don't know.

Look, I don't know
who this is, either.

He had one
of your counterfeit computers.

Yeah, a lot of people do.

That one's dead.

Are we gonna talk about the guy
who tried to kill me?

No! Where's Marie?

Like I said, no idea.

Your fingerprints
are all over her house.

I spent time there.

Randy was my partner
on the computer thing.

Marie involved in this?

The computers? No.

She didn't know anything
about it.

Who do you work for?

I got nothing else to say.

All right? Lock me up.
I'll do the time.

I'm not turning on 'em.

Look, I don't know
who you're afraid of,

but I promise you, I'm worse.

These guys aren't
from around here.

They have their own code,
you know?

They don't just kill you.

They make you beg 'em for it.

You scare me, Agent Gibbs.

They scare me more.

Gibbs, hi... um, I was gonna
knock, but I know that

you hate that,
but it's really important,

and I assume that if
it's really important

that it would be okay
to pull you out,

and this is really important.

Abbs, Abbs...

I'm here. Tell me.

Do you believe in fate?

Abby...

Like we're all
connected,

and we're all a part
of some continuous circle?

No.

Oh.

Um, well, now maybe you will.

I got a hit in NIBIN on
the bullet that we pulled

from Petty Officer Wells.

It came from a gun used
in a Baltimore truck hijacking

15 years ago.

Tony's old case.

Yeah. So, what does it mean?

It means we've been questioning
the wrong guy.

Thanks, Abbs.

Ballistics report.

The gun that killed
Petty Officer Wells

was the same gun in
your hijacking case

15 years ago.

This sailor's death,

Marie's abduction,
is all about you.

You...

killed Ivan Khartov's son,

and they still want revenge.

You told me it would be okay,
that you had my back.

- Come on...
- That Marie would be safe.

You think this is my fault?

- It is your fault!
- Really?

I'm not the one
who stole cell phones,

I'm not the one
who hijacked a truck,

and I'm certainly not the one

who stabbed a Russian gangster
with a screwdriver.

You weren't there!

You said that you would be there

no matter what, and you weren't!

You don't even know
what happened.

Then tell me.

So we can get this cleared
off the table, tell me

what happened that night.

I told you
Viktor figured it out.

- How?
- I don't know. I don't know.

But you left to go
to the precinct.

An hour later, he shows up
at your apartment

and drives me
to the shipyard.

And all of his guys
were there waiting for me.

I didn't have a chance
to call for help.

And there was a screwdriver
in the back of the car.

I didn't have a choice, Tony.

I didn't have a choice.

If it was self-defense,

why didn't you come
to me afterwards?

It looked so bad.

Oh, God...
What I did to him,

to Ivan's son--

if I was lucky,
I was going to prison.

But if Ivan got to me...

So, I ran,

and I stayed away
as long as I could.

And then you came back,

15 years later,
for Randy's funeral.

15 years. I figured,

if I could be there
for the one day,

just the one day that
Marie needed me the most.

But they're still after me.

They're still after me.

And they're probably
holding her as bait.

I'm gonna need names.

Special Agent DiNozzo.

Closing up, but if you want
to grab something to go.

15 years ago,

someone told Ivan Khartov

that Anton was working
with the police.

That someone was you.

I didn't even know Ivan.

That's the wrong answer.
I looked at Ivan's file.

You picked him up from Federal
prison when he was released,

and then you paid his medical
bills when he got sick.

So, you want to try that again?

I'll tell you what--

how about
I make us a fresh cup of coffee?

Don't do that.

Back up.

(sighs)
Wow.

The same make and model
that killed Wells,

which means you're the one who
shot wells and abducted Marie.

It figures you're as bad
a dirt bag as your buddy Ivan.

No, I was protecting her.

They wanted her dead.

I convinced them
to let her live,

and then Anton became
my responsibility, my debt.

They don't forgive a debt.

But, guys, you got
to believe me--

I love Marie; she was never
supposed to be hurt.

What went wrong?

She told me Anton was coming
to Randy's funeral.

I-I had no choice.

I sent some men to watch her.

And two nights ago,
someone shows up,

my guys held him there
at Marie's house,

and when I got there,
I saw it wasn't Anton.

No. That was Petty
Officer Wells.

That's right, and he ran,
and he shouldn't have done that.

Wait. Now you're gonna blame
the dead guy for being killed?

- TONY: Where's Marie?
- I can't.

Tell us!

No, do you understand
what they will do to me?

I don't care.

- No.
- I don't...

I don't care at all. Talk!

- Is Marie okay?
- Yeah.

She's a little dehydrated,
that's all.

The marshals are here
to take me back to Baltimore.

I'm sorry...

about... the way
things went down.

I should've done a better job
looking out for you back then.

I made my choices,
you made yours.

Let's just... let's just
leave it at that.

I don't want
to leave it at that.

I want to help.

There's one thing
I learned, Tony.

Just 'cause you want it,
doesn't mean it's gonna happen.

Tell me about it.

It's funny.

Never stops me from trying.

Marie.

Anton.

Are you okay?

MARIE:
I'm fine. I'm fine.

ANTON:
I missed you so much.

You and Delilah
got a hot date?

Just dinner.

You're welcome to join.

Oh, thanks, but no thanks, Tim.

Not my kind of three-way.

See you tomorrow, Tony.

Good night.

GIBBS:
Hey.

Go home.

I will, boss.

I just want to make sure
Anton gets processed smoothly.

Least I can do.

Then it's off to bed.

Scout's honor.

(sighs)

(groans)

(sighs)

(snoring)

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@elder_man

(Tony continues snoring)