NCIS (2003–…): Season 12, Episode 15 - Cabin Fever - full transcript

We've been hit!
Everybody, brace for impact!

Jake, I want to ask you something,
and it stays between us.

What do you know about
Russian-Palestinian relations?

Sergei Mishnev.

Our Intel says Sergei survived.

How? I hit him.

He went down.
He got up.

What?
Come on, come on, come on, come on.

Only the beginning,
my friend.

Well, you know the deal
with them two, don't you?

Them two who?

Judge McGraff?

And Wilson, the D.A.

The two of them used to be
college sweethearts.

Is that a fact?
Check 'em out

next time you're in court--

little looks
between 'em, smiles.

He objects, she sustains, every time.
The old flame's

still burning, huh?
I think they'd burn it up

right there on the bench
if they could.

Keyes, you are bad.

Not as bad as this yahoo.

Pull over to the side, please.

How we doing tonight, sir?

License and registration,
please.

What do we have there?

It's okay.

It's prescription bourbon.

♪ NCIS 12x15 ♪
Cabin Fever
Original Air Date on February 14, 2015

== sync, corrected by elderman ==
@elder_man

♪ ♪

You know,
all fairness to alcohol,

I've done stupid things
when I was sober, too.

I'm glad you think it's funny.
It's not.

But it's nothing
I wanted my daughter

or anybody down at the Bureau to
make a big deal about, either.

So you called me?

I figured I could count on you
for the shortest lecture.

Bourbon... Tobias?

Yeah. I barely
cracked it.

It was mainly the beer
I had with dinner

mixed with the pain medicine
I still take

for when you
shot me in the ass.

It smarts like hell in cold weather.
No, no.

I saw the police report.

That was a fluke thing,

which I intend to learn from
and put behind me.

And if you were my friend,
you'd do the same thing.

Yeah, Leon?

Uh-kuh.

Where?

What's up?

Let me know
if you need me, Gibbs.

I owe you one.
No, you don't!

NCIS.

Gibbs.

Fire's out. Your team
just got here. Wardroom.

Are you still thinking gas explosion?
Well, I'm hoping.

Galley's one
compartment over.

We're thinking maybe
a leaky stove or an oven.

Who are
all these suits?

Dignitaries from a dozen
international agencies.

We'd just started boarding
when this happened.

But there were
a bunch of crew members

in there setting up.

SECNAV?
On the West Coast-- we were

patching her in on closed circuit.
What's the occasion?

It's a summit
on global terror.

No irony there.

I'm not going there, Gibbs.

Keep thinking
gas leak.

Welcome
to the party, boss.

Casualties.

Uh, six reported injured,
two are in sick bay,

two more seriously being
rushed to Norfolk Memorial.

And one dead.

Female petty officer.

Can't make out
her name tag.

I'll call Ducky.

This is no gas explosion.
Yeah.

We had our doubts.
There's no smell of gas.

- Just gunpowder.
- And then there's this.

Bomb fragment?

It's in Russian--it says "grenade."
Just because

it's in Russian
doesn't mean it's...

Sergei Mishnev.

We knew he wasn't
done yet, Gibbs--

just a matter of time.
This means you're the target.

Any friend of yours

is an enemy of his.

Let me check the guest list.

The Russian ambassador
had to cancel,

so they sent someone in his place.
Someone we know?

Another friend.

Director Vance.

Agent Gibbs.

Counselor Pavlenko.
Thank goodness

you're all right.

I just heard
about the explosion.

Interesting
you being late.

Was anyone hurt?

Do we know what happened?

We have a pretty good idea.

A bomb?
A Russian grenade.

You think Sergei?
You don't?

And here you are conveniently
rolling in after the fact.

Gentlemen, please,
do not tell me

we're going to engage
in this farce yet again.

You have to admit, Counselor...

I admit nothing.

In fact, let me
assure you, Director,

if Sergei

is behind this,
I was his target.

Not you.

Not Agent Gibbs. Me.

I cannot believe I am forced
to defend myself once again

for the actions of a criminal.

A Russian criminal,
Counselor,

with whom you once had
a working relationship.

Once, Director.
And we have paid dearly

for that mistake, leaving Sergei
now a man without a country.

Freeing you up to
play the victim.

Not a victim, Gibbs--
a target, like you.

For reasons that make sense
only to Sergei.

Reasons such as?

Your helicopter crash.

He saw my help in the rescue
as a betrayal.

Help?

And now he perceives

that I owe my life
to Agent Gibbs

for saving me from our
defector, the scientist.

You shoot Nelly Benin dead,

and now we're
practically golf buddies.

I don't golf.

Well... who has time?

I mean, really.

Gibbs,

my sympathy for your loss--

I have suffered a few myself--

but we are in this together.

No, we're not.

All due respect, Counselor,
you created this monster.

Don't fool yourself, Director.

Many hands went into
creating Sergei.

Now, please,
tell me what I can do.

What can I say, Gibbs,
to convince you

that I am on your side here?

You stay out of my way.

Dear, a mere child.

Tell me about it.
Eager to serve, to learn,

to see the world and experience
its many adventures.

Until along
comes a coward

with a bomb.

Update.
Where are we?

We are tired
of this insidious monster,

Jethro, that's where we are.
Take a number, Duck.

McGee.

We've collected the rest
of the grenade fragments.

Looks like only one was used.
Get everything

to Abby now.
All right.

Now!

I want a list of every delivery

this ship's received
in the past 48 hours. Bishop?

We've I.D.'d
the victim--

Petty Officer Third Class
Katherine Gomez.

Assigned to the ship

only three weeks ago and...
Witness interviews?

Well, we were just
about to get started.

Sick bay just
gave us clearance.

We're just waiting to hear
from the hospital.

Sick bay-- that's where
we start. Let's go.

Come on,
let's move.

We can handle it.

What?
Bishop and I

can handle the interviews--
might be better.

Better?

What's better, DiNozzo?

What are you trying
to say? Spit it out.

Well, your...
bedside manner might be...

You might be
too close to this.

He's saying
take a breath, Jethro!

It's good advice for all of us.

Emily, why are you still using
your mother's phone?

Only to call certain people.

I need to see you right away.

Get you a soda or some
water or something, Em?

No. I just had a low-foam latte,
and this won't take long.

I've got debate
quarterfinals in an hour.

High school debate?
I am varsity captain as a freshman.

Arguing's pretty much
in my blood.

We could have done
this over the phone.

No, we couldn't.

I know about you bailing out
my dad this morning.

Wasn't exactly
bailing him out.

He's going through a tough time.
Don't soft-pedal me,

Uncle Gibbs.

He looks nuts
with that bald head.

It's an undercover
operation.

You don't believe that.

Last week he shaved it
twice in one day.

Said it helps him
feel clean.

Since Mom died,

he's been...

angry...

bitter, self-destructive...

oh, and... drunk--
he's drinking way too much.

You know what
he's experiencing.

I try to help,
but he doesn't listen to me,

and I've got my own grief
to work through.

How's that going?
Some good days... some awful.

All compounded by being
a teenager who can't

be expected to maintain
a teenage social calendar

if I'm too busy
worrying about...

my father hurting himself
or anyone else.

Okay, I'll talk to him.
No.

Help him.

Please.

I will.

Thank you.

♪ ♪

It's an oldie
but a baddy, McGee.

Russian RKG-3 antitank grenade.

Straight out
of a Rambo movie.

Actually, it dates back
further than that.

They still keep showing up
in Iraq and Afghanistan.

Yeah, and...

here.

Any shot at tracing it?

Come on, McGee.

You know, if
there is anything

on these grenade fragments

that'll lead us
back to Sergei,

I will find it.

Yeah, Tony?

Already?

Okay, I'll be right up.

Gibbs wants an update,
and they just

got back from the ship.

You said yourself
Gibbs is on fire.

Like you've never
seen before, Abby.

We've seen it.

Not like this.
I'm telling you,

if Sergei gets away again,

there's not a level of hell
below where Gibbs is right now.

Then we can't let him
get away again.

Petty Officer Gomez
was a culinary specialist

setting up a catering station
when the bomb went off.

As for the witness interviews,
no one in the ship's sick bay

could say where
the blast originated.

Did you show them
Sergei's mug shot?

Them and everyone else--
no one reported seeing him.

Well, hell, it's
not like Sergei would deliver

the bomb personally.

Tobias...
Sorry to interrupt.

Just got word
about the ship.

And you're on leave.
Not any longer.

FBI is here to help.

Continue.

Uh...

Go.

There were
two other victims

that were taken
to Norfolk Memorial.

Both are still in surgery,
but we'll

interview them
as soon as they're able.

Abby's checking the
grenade fragments for prints.

Grenade fragments?

Let's get a cup of coffee.
No, I'm good.

He used a grenade?
Hey, I'm not asking. Come on.

Hey. What are you doing?

What are you doing?

Gibbs and Fornell, my office.

Now.

It's just
a lack of sleep, Leon.

You know it better
than anybody.

Same with Gibbs.

Until Sergei is dead,
there's no peace.

But unlike Gibbs,
you've let your demons

get the better of you.

I can smell it on you.

One Bloody Mary!
With lunch!

Before I heard
about the bombing.

Gibbs and I were
just getting coffee.

I need you to wait outside.
Look, I deserve a shot at Sergei.

More than anyone.
And I need

to have a word with Gibbs,
so please have a seat outside.

You want
a shot at him or not?

We can't cover for him, Gibbs.
Give him some time.

Let me talk to him.
And say what?

Does he look like he's listening
to anybody right now?

This is his whole career on
the line, Leon, his life.

And what about

your life, Gibbs?

He's a danger to himself,
his fellow agents and to us.

FBI has to know,

if they don't already.

Gibbs, this kills me,

but we can't cover for him,
and you know it.

Assistant Director
Wilt, please.

Have you lost your damn mind?
I will take

full responsibility.

I will get Fornell
out of the way.

I'll leave my team to go after Sergei.
You're gonna do what?

You're gonna leave your team?
They're more than capable, Leon,

and I'll be a phone call away.

Gibbs, this is Sergei Mishnev
we're talking about.

And maybe it's me
that's too close.

Maybe it's me and Fornell.
And you think

I'll just let you?
That or bench me.

Or trust me.

Well, I never thought
I'd see the day.

And where are you
gonna go, Gibbs?

Where are you gonna take him?

Where are we?

Come on. Help me unload.

Holy Jeremiah Johnson.
Are you kidding me?!

This is not what we agreed to.

You said we were going after Sergei.
No, no.

You said that.
I said let's go.

Which would imply agreement!

What the hell are
we doing out here?

Wait a minute.

An intervention?
Is that what this is?

Do you think you need one?
No! I mean, last night was bad, yes,

but-but not bad enough
to make any kind of New-Age

come-to-Jesus
even remotely necessary!

Oh, good,
that's not what this is.

No more slow-motion
suicide, Tobias.

You want to kill yourself...

fine with me.

Go ahead.

I'll even come with you.

♪ ♪

Still no word from Gibbs?

Not a peep since
he left last night.

Huh.

I can't believe he'd leave
at a time like this,

even to help Fornell.
Well,

family first-- not to mention
your brave suggestion

that he might just be too close.

Are you mocking me?

Well... he obviously
took it to heart.

Okay.

Number one, that's adorable.

And number two, Gibbs would
never bail on a case,

much less a Sergei case;

and much, much less
at my suggestion.

Unless he had a plan.

Special Agent McGee.

Oh, great, great.

Thanks for letting us know.
We'll be right there.

Hospital.
Both victims are awake

and well enough
to be interviewed.

Hey. Gibbs's plan, McGee--

what do you think it is?
Oh, I have no idea.

I just know that he wouldn't
leave unless he had one.

I'm with you, McTuitive.

Gibbs has to be to something.

Oh.

Maybe we're about
to find out.

Morning, boss.

Okay. Where are we, DiNozzo?

We are in the big orange room.

We know where are.
Where are you?

McGee hasn't
pinged my phone yet?

Actually, boss, yeah, I-I did.

Really?
You didn't tell us?

Well, I didn't know
if he'd want me to.

I don't.

And I don't want
someone coming here

when you do tell them
after you hang up.

All right, so what
can we do for you?

Well, for starters,
you can give me an update.

Well, we're still combing
the ship's deliveries

the last 48 hours.

Nothing yet.

We were just about to
leave for the hospital.

McGee got a call because the...

Boss, is that
you choking,

or are you choking someone?

Got to go.

Call me after the interviews.

Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.

Is there anything
you want to tell us?

Yeah, like, is there a...
plan of any kind?

You need a plan?

Catch Sergei.

That's a little vague.

Wait.

Who was that?

Morning, sunshine.

Was that your team?

Is there any progress?

They're working on it.

Did you sleep well?

I hate you, Gibbs.

What are we doing out here?
Where's my cell phone?

How would I know that?
Give me yours. I need to call Emily.

No, no, no. Hey, hey,
Emily's fine.

She's staying with friends.
I talked to her.

You called?

She's in on this?
No.

She's okay.

Fine. You win.

What now?

"What now" what?
What do we do next?

Bang drums? Sweat lodge?

Squirrel juggling?

Oh, really?

You think it's a good idea
to hand me an ax right now?

Well, yeah.
It's cold, Tobias.

It's getting colder.

That, uh...

that ass wound of yours...

bet it's acting up, huh?

I'll make coffee.

Milk, two-percent.

Black.

Right.
You have any fake sugar?

Why do I even ask?

So you're not military?

Uh, no, sir.

In fact, that was my first time
on a Navy ship.

He was so excited
when he left the shop.

Now look at him.

Sorry. The shop?

Uh, video and sound.

Navy had us

running a satellite for anyone

who couldn't attend
the breakfast.

Like your Navy Secretary.
Our SECNAV, yeah.

Were you there, Mr. Boulos?
No.

I just do the books now.

Frankie's in charge
of the new equipment.

Which we don't care
about losing, by the way.

All that matters
is my boy is alive.

Frankie,
is there anything specific

that you can recall
before the explosion?

The crew was nice.

I was running a sound check,

and the last thing I remember

was thinking maybe
we'd been torpedoed.

I just can't believe
Katie's dead.

You and the petty officer
were friends?

She was new, but yeah.

Happiest CS-Three
anyone ever met.

And you were nearby
when the explosion happened?

We were setting out pastries

and joking about
eating them all.

And the next thing I knew, sh...

she went flying across the room.

Her parents.

She talked about them
all the time.

Do they know yet?

Yeah.
Navy's flying them in now.

Who would do something
like this?

Excuse me. Tony?

All right. Thank you.

I hate Sergei.
Did I say that?

Yeah, me, too.

Me three.

But if you don't mind,
I just need to vent

about something else
for a second.

Oh, no. What did we do?

No, not you.

Jake. He just called.

You know that dinner

he and Gibbs ended up
having last week?

The one that you
and Tony ditched.

We did not ditch.
We were working.

But it did leave
them to be BFFs.

More than any of us realized.

Apparently, Gibbs
asked Jake to share Intel.

Everything NSA has on
Russian-Palestinian relations.

Sergei Mishnev,
Anton Pavlenko...

He didn't say anything
to us about it.

Because he didn't want us
or anyone knowing.

But how could Jake not tell me?

Well, that's a marriage thing,
but it sounds like he just did.

Only because Gibbs called
early this morning

and told Jake to send us
everything he had

and that we would know
what to do with it.

Oh. Could that be part of a plan?

Well, the e-mail
just came through.

It's a huge file.

Let's go.

I dumped it.

What?

The bourbon-- it's gone.

What are you, my mother?

What are you trying to prove?

I don't need you
monitoring my intake.

Ah, it seems to me you do.

Well, I don't.

And I don't need this.

Yeah, well, neither do I...

but here we are.

I'm done.

"Done." With what?

Embarrassing yourself?

Or-or maybe you mean
embarrassing the badge.

You've done a good job at both.

Oh...

That all you got, Alice?

Yah!

Do you feel better?

We should be in D.C.
looking for Sergei.

Not in this
condition.

Geez, forget
about Sergei.

What's really
bothering you?

Don't Freud me, Gibbs.
You're not qualified.

You know what
I'm asking.

Back off.
You blame me.

Jethro...

It's okay, Tobias.

I blame me.

I'm the one who got her killed.

If Diane wasn't
on that rooftop,

she would be alive.

And you wouldn't
be walking around

pretending like I wasn't
the one who put her there.

So it's all about you.
Yeah.

It is all about me.

And it's about you,

and it's about Diane,
and it's about

the drinking, and
it's about all of it.

No, my friend.

It's just me.

I killed her.

No one to blame but myself.

And now I really need a drink.

That NSA Intel give us anything?

Oh, we are just
getting started, Director,

and there is a whole lot
to comb through.

Stuff in here about
the Soviets in Afghanistan,

the mujahideen...

Wait a second.
Got something about Sergei

and the Russian Counselor
Pavlenko.

Our "friend" Anton.

What is it?
They go way back.

All the way to college.

They competed at
Saint Petersburg University

in the biathlon.

Isn't that the one where they
cross-country ski

- and shoot rifles?
- Yeah.

As random Olympic sports go,

it's sort of the equivalent of
bullfighting on a trampoline.

That explains a lot.
Go on.

Well, they were friendly rivals
for a while,

contending for
the Soviet Olympic team.

When neither of them
made the cut,

Pavlenko went
to law school

and Sergei discovered
the Afghan heroin trade.

Explains even more.

Like his soft spot

for an old college buddy
gone bad.

Making Pavlenko less of
a cold, duplicitous creep,

and more of a sentimental,
duplicitous creep.

Sergei...

This is America. Speak English.

We are quite alone,
I assure you.

Yeah? The last time
you assured me,

I lost good men in
the Kola Peninsula.

It was no assurance.

It was a warning.

To stay away
from NCIS.

You chose to ignore it,
and where are you now?

Setting off hand grenades
and hiding in alleys?

It's not how you fall, Anton.
It's how you rise.

Remember that one?

Which is why I called you.

To help you rise, Sergei.

With a proposal from
the Russian government.

The government
that wants me dead.

I convinced them
to give you asylum.

Complete immunity,

on one condition.

This should be good.

Kill Gibbs.

Your vendetta

has dragged on long enough.

We need it to end.

And I have your blessing now?

Why now?

Why the sudden change of heart?

You owe Gibbs your life.

I know you believe that,
like I once did, but...

That what? What?

Tell me. Convince me.

Nelly Benin.
The scientist.

She's alive.

Gibbs killing her
to save my life was a ruse.

An elaborate sleight of hand

to help her defect.

And you know we
don't like defectors.

And I don't like
being played for a fool.

Is there a timetable?

Now.

Today.

My people know
exactly where he is.

I can have you there
in a matter of hours.

This is insane.

I'm sure I saw cans of tuna
in those grocery bags.

You never fished as a kid?

In the summer,

sure.

Finger Lakes.

I loved it.

I should get back to it.

But there's a lot I don't
do enough of anymore.

Get outdoors,
work with my hands...

Whoa, look at this.

Yeah.

Reel her in. Steady.

Yeah, I got it.

Beauty!

Look at that.

It's big enough for two.

I'm not sharing.

Let's get you one.

Am I reading this right?

Sergei is originally
from Israel?

Born in 1965.

Father, Dimitri,

was a Russian officer
stationed there.

Nothing here about his mother.

Wait a second,
I got something on her.

This report says his
mother was a doctor,

a Saudi national with
Palestinian roots.

Apparently, the
father took Sergei

back to Russia
when he was ten,

leaving his
mother behind.

Birth of some issues
right there.

What?

Am I missing something?

You think that's
what's driving him?

No wonder the
guy's pissed off.

Uh... Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Details. Now.

Your predecessor
at that desk,

Ziva David,
had a half-brother.

Ari Haswari. Same father.
I know the story.

Ari's mother was also a doctor
with Palestinian roots.

So it's quite possible

that Sergei and Ari were...

Half-brothers.

Which would explain the depth

of his hatred for Gibbs.

- Should we call him?
- Well, I don't know

what he'd do with that
information at the cabin,

other than punch out
a grizzly bear.

It does open up a
whole new world

of possible allies
for Sergei.

McGee.

Okay, which one of you wants

to be Gibbs Gibbs
Gibbs Gibbs Gibbs?

Be right there, Abbs.

I mean, it wasn't
a bad little table.

I mean, Diane would always
stick a matchbook under one leg

to remind me that
I'd measured wrong,

but she never
got rid of it.

Probably just to torture me,
I guess.

She liked that you built it.

Well, she was always a pushover
for that manly man stuff.

God knows it worked for you.

I don't know about that.

You're the one
she kept remarrying, not me.

Right?

What the hell are we doing here?

One fish is enough.

Where's your team
with those updates?

26 separate pieces
of grenade fragments,

and there's not a single
fingerprint on any of them.

Not even a partial.

So what's the urgency,
Miss Sciuto?

The urgency is that
this type of grenade

doesn't go off
by itself.

I mean, you have
to turn the handle

and throw it,
and then boom.

But the way this one exploded

required some type of detonator.

Which we never found.

But you did find it.

Or at least
a piece of it.

It's this, right here.

Looks like a blob of plastic.

That's because
it's a blob of plastic.

But before it melted,

it was a highly sensitive,

paper-thin plastic sheet

that vibrates at certain
sound frequencies,

triggering whatever device
it's attached to.

The A/V guy.
Frankie Boulos.

He said that
the grenade exploded

while he was doing
a sound check.

Could his voice have set it off?

It would depend
on his voice.

I mean,
it's more sensitive

with higher-pitched
frequencies.

I mean, unless
the device was

super close to
the sound equipment.

Or if it was planted inside
the sound equipment?

Oh, yeah.

Now, this is pretty great.

What?

Oh, yeah.

Come on, man.
Gotta eat.

Later, maybe.

Not that hungry.

Are you gonna make
me ask you again?

You mentioned before

about Diane and me
getting remarried.

In the end,
she wasn't really so sure.

Natural to get
cold feet.

No, it wasn't that.

We were arguing one night

about something stupid.

I don't even remember what.

And in a fit of anger,
I told her

that our being together,

our rekindled romance,
was a big mistake.

And I stormed out.

Next day,
she called.

I was in a classified briefing,

so she left a voice mail.

That's why I hope

I haven't lost my phone.

It's the only way
I can still hear her voice.

I was gonna give it back
to you, eventually, anyway.

Hey, baby, it's me.

Um, look, can we just
forget last night?

Between Jethro's wife number two
in town and...

I don't know, let's hit rewind

or delete or whatever.

I don't think
we're a mistake at all, Tobias,

and I pray you don't, either.

I know we can work through
the petty stuff.

Jethro just texted me
to meet him,

but call me back
as soon as you can, okay?

I love you, Tobias.

Call me.

Every word.

I agreed with
every word she said,

but instead of
calling her right back,

I chose to play it small.

Petty.

Serves her right.

And then she was gone.

Died thinking
it might be over between us.

Not truly knowing
how much I loved her.

No, she knew.

"We're making a big mistake."

Those were the last words

she heard me say.

And for that,
I can never forgive myself.

Could you?

If I had a daughter, yeah.

That's her daughter, Tobias.

You want Diane to know
how much you love her?

That's the only chance
you got left.

Oh.

Hey.
Hey.

Is everything all right?

Something's come up since
our interview this morning.

We want to show you a photo.

Okay.

Before the bomb
went off yesterday,

do you recall seeing this man?

Uh, I don't know.

He looks
kind of familiar.

Kind of?
Mm-hmm.

What is this?

My son needs
his rest.

How many times are you
going to disturb him?

Mr. Boulos, I'm sorry.

We... we have a few
more questions to ask.

What did you tell them?

Not as much as you're
about to tell us.

Hang on.

What's that?

The last part.
You're breaking up.

Wait, wait, wait, wait.
Wait, wait. Say it again.

Can you hear me?
DiNozzo!

DiNozzo?

What's going on?

Ah... they got a suspect,

but... I lost him.
I got cut off.

A suspect? Not Sergei?

No, somebody else,
but there's a connection.

They're bringing him in for
questioning. Check your cell.

Same here-- no bars.

But who cares? Let's go!

Go?
Yes.

If Sergei is involved, you and I
should do the questioning.

But it's not Sergei;
it's somebody else,

and we're not done here yet.
What?

Oh, yes, we are.
I'm done.

You think so?
I know so.

I was just sitting here,
feeling not lousy

for the first time
in I don't know when.

And I appreciate it, Gibbs.

Little wake-up call
to my liver.

Getting to say things out loud
that I never thought I'd say.

I may not be whistling rainbows
just yet, but I got the message.

One night is enough.
You're right.

I need to see my little girl.

Not yet.

What do I need here,
a safe word?

What's going on?

There's something
else here.

What are you not telling me?

Sergei is no friend.

We played together
as boys in Palestine

and reconnected
as young men in Kabul.

Reconnected as he was making
his name in the heroin trade?

Which I wanted no part of.

I-I came to this country
to pursue the American dream.

I've been doing just that
for years,

until Sergei walked
into my shop last week.

Had to be a surprise.
Not a happy one.

He knew we had been contracted
by the Navy

and insisted I help him
deliver a package.

A package?

His threat to my family
was clear.

I could not say no.

He placed it inside a speaker

and assured me
my son would be safe.

How'd your son feel about it?

I could not tell him.

And my deceit
nearly cost his life.

Someone else wasn't so Luc.

Okay.

Where do we find him?

I wish I knew.

When I saw him today,
I wanted to kill him myself.

He saw Sergei?

You saw him today?

He had the nerve to call,

pretending to be
concerned for my son,

then demanding a device.

What kind of device?
I keep only one in stock

for the proper
authorities to use.

It's a transmitter that blocks
cell-tower reception.

A cell-phone jammer.

It's portable, long-range,

very expensive.

And he just took it.

Come on, Gibbs, pick up.

Sergei.

Not Gibbs...

but Special Agent Fornell,
is it?

We've yet to be
formally introduced.

I know you...

you murdering son of a bitch.

Yes.

My apologies.

I meant only to hurt Gibbs.

Never realizing how much
Miss Sterling got around.

Where is he?

Like I'd ever tell you.

I took the mother of your child.

Do you think
I'd hesitate

to make that little girl
an orphan altogether?

Suit yourself.

We're back in
the Russian forest?

Out to rewrite history,
Agent Gibbs?

Turn back the clock?

If only that were possible.

Where is Gibbs?

This is between...
me and him, and no one else.

This is between you
and me now, Sergei.

Perhaps you don't know,
Agent Fornell,

what Gibbs took from me.

Oh, I know all about
your family tree.

But I have a family, too.

This is for Diane.

And this?

What is this?

What is this?

What?

Well, it seems to me
that you have some options.

You could drop
that sidearm,

raise your arms
and surrender...

Not exactly my style.

No.

Or you could run,
make us hunt you down.

See what that feels like.

I got him.

Yeah.

You feel better?

Not even close.

Well, maybe a little.

Gibbs.

I just heard
from DiNozzo and McGee.

Mishnev is still dead.

That supposed to be
a joke, Leon?

He fooled us before.

Not this time.

That's for sure.

Man, I really do look like hell.

Did you think we were
lying to you, Tobias?

Well, it's nothing
a hot shower can't fix.

Amen to that, Leon.

And a hot meal
with my daughter.

Well, then,
our timing's perfect.

And I was thinking
more of sushi?

Whatever you want, baby.

Whatever you need, it's yours.

Well, then...

Good night.

Good night.
Good night.

And unless you need
anything else,

Jake is waiting for me.

We have much to discuss.

Go easy on him.

Good night.

What, Leon?

Nothing.

Unless there's something
I should know.

Some detail I missed

you might need to tell me.

Good night, Gibbs.

Night.

Yeah, it's open.
Come on in.

Open.

Why am I not surprised?

Hello, Anton.

Don't have any vodka,

but there's a cold beer
in the fridge.

You are considerate...

but I cannot stay.

I understand
we had some success.

You could say that.

I admit I was nervous.

He was quite
suspicious at first,

but you were right.

When I told him you killing
Nelly Benin was a fake,

he bought it--

as you say--
hook, line and sinker.

People believe what

they want to believe.
Had he not,

we might not be having
this conversation right now.

But here we are.

Counselor.

Thank you.

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