NCIS (2003–…): Season 13, Episode 16 - Loose Cannons - full transcript

Base command:
Tango, check on a camera outage
along perimeter three.

Copy?

Copy that, command.

Tango out.

So you gonna
answer this question?

Only one food you get to live on
for the rest of your life.

Easy.
New england clam chowder.

Ew. Really?

You don't like chowder?

I do, but come on--

every meal, every day?

Oh, the creamy kind...

No way I'd get tired of it.
You?

Pizza.

Oh, right.

Pizza. Damn.

Is it too late
to change my answer?
You can change it

100 times, finny.
No one's got a gun to your head.

But I do have pizza in my head
now, thank you very much.

Yum.

What the hell?

Finn:
Hey, this doesn't look right.

(Siren whoops)

Finn:
Halt!

Hands where I can see them!

Whoa.

Look, it's all good.

We're just fixing
the fence.

Command said nothing about that.

We got a call from your hq.

Looks like some joker

with a wire cutter
was trying to ruin your night.

What's with the crates?

It's equipment.

Look, I can show you
the work order. I got it...

Stop! Hands!

I'll come to you!

Tango to command, come back.

We're about
done here anyway.

Base command: Tango, this is
base. Status report?

Female officer: Just checking
into something now.

Stand by for update.

You don't look done.

And that's not equipment.

Finn: Call it in!

Finn!

Base command:
Tango, report.

Leave it!

Tango?

They can't help you now.

Finn?

Finn's gone, missy.

There's no need
for you to go with him.

Tango, report!

(Clicks tongue)

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taft: ...So, when i
snuck home that night,

there he was, waiting
on the front porch.

(Laughs)

You know, I still,
uh, I still get

a knot in my chest
just thinking about it.

I mean, understand,

my dad never
hit us, you know.

His weapon of choice
was disappointment.

And whenever
i screwed up,

he could throw
a disappointed look

across a room
like a Joe Willie spiral.

And honestly,
I'd rather get hit

with a sack of nickels
than that.

So, uh...

How was your dad?

Was he much of a disciplinarian?

You know it's your move, right?

Giving up your
queen that easy?

Screw my queen, Gibbs.

Quid pro quo.

I open up a revealing window
into my childhood,

you open one up, too.

No. That's not the deal.

So screw our deal, too.

I said I would talk.

No head shrinking
and no "opening windows."

And no progress.

I'd learn just as much about you

playing chess on my computer.

Okay.

What do you want to know?

Honestly...

I really want to know
if you'd be willing

to see an actual therapist.

No. What for?

What for? You were shot,

you suffered trauma,
much of it unseen.

Am I ringing any bells here?

We agreed I don't need therapy.

Uh, no, you agreed.

And I think you'd feel
differently about grace.

My therapist.

And I know she gets
a kick out of you.

Your therapist knows about me?

Oh, I spend far
too many sessions

talking about you lately.

Why do you talk about me?

(Laughs)

It's not so much
about you, per se.

It's more about my unhealthy
attachment to positive results.

It's not at all helpful
in my chosen field,

since no surgeon
bats a thousand.

So whenever I hit a wall,
or, in this case, you,

it tends to bring up a whole
host of unresolved issues.

Stop talking about me.

Let me introduce you to grace

and I won't have to anymore.

(Two phones ringing)

Gibbs.
Yes?

(Two voices on the phones,
speaking indistinctly)

Where?
How many wounded?

I'm on my way.
On my way.

Shooting in Reston?

Naval ops center.

To be continued, then.

Ha!

Gibbs: Bishop?
You the first one here?

I live closest.

Tony and McGee
are en route.

Ducky, too.

This our only victim?

So far.

Petty officer first class
Lamar Finn.

His fellow master-at-arms,

petty officer first class
Janet shor,

was rushed to Walter Reed,

along with one of the shooters.

Gsws on both.

Witnesses?

Surveillance?

Cameras had just gone down.

Personnel inside the compound
heard multiple gunshots

and at least one
vehicle speed away.

Whoever it was, they knew how
to get what they were after.

What'd they get?

Uh, 15 to 20 crates,

each containing a dozen
m-16 rifles.

And a few thousand rounds
of ammo to go with.

(Phone beeps,
phone line rings)

Here comes ducky.

Yeah, go give him
a hand, huh?

(Phone beeps)

Gibbs. That was quick.

Change your mind
about my shrink already?

Hey, doc, you in surgery yet?

I'm about to be.

The petty officer?

Uh, no, she's still
with the trauma team.

No update on her yet.

The shooter.

That... is the card that
I've just been dealt.

Unidentified male assailant
with massive gunshot wounds.

I'm gonna want to talk to him.

I don't know.
He's pretty jacked up.

You keep him alive
until I get there, doc.

I'll do what I can.

No, doc.

You keep him alive.

(Taking deep breath)

Hi. Excuse me.

Looking for Dr. taft.

I believe he is
still in surgery.

Something I can
help you with?

Petty officer Janet shor.
I just left her.

She's been upgraded to
"critical but stable."

Apparently, she put up
quite a fight.

Gibbs, what are you, uh...?

Uh, yeah. Our shooter.

Oh. Well, the, uh,

the damage to his aorta
was pretty severe.

He lost a lot of blood.

Well, what then?

What then what?

He's dead, Gibbs.

Wait.

You lost him?

Excuse me?

Doc, we've got an arsenal
of stolen weapons out there,

and he's the only guy
who knows where they went.

Well, sorry to run out

of miracles on you, Gibbs.
Well, what?

Did he say anything?
Did he ever wake up?

Uh, barely-- he was just
mumbling to himself.

What'd he mumble?

Ah, wasn't in English.

Uh, sounded European.
Maybe German?

Tony:
Fritz beimler, 37.

He's been a wanted man
in his native fatherland

for quite
a few years now.

Wanted for racketeering,
robbery,

counterfeiting,
drug smuggling...

McGee:
Interpol's been tracking
him for about a year,

they lost him four
months ago in Zaire.

From outlaw in Africa to
stealing military m-16s here.

Guy's a regular
Fritz of all trades.

Any word on
petty officer shor?

No, we called earlier.

She is stable,
but still unconscious.

Uh, you might
want to call again.

I just left there
and she's not only awake,

but remarkably alert,
considering her injuries.

McGee, bishop,
go talk to her.

DiNozzo,
keep digging on beimler.

And why are you here?

Oh, and, uh,
good morning to you, too.

Well, it looks like you've
i.D.'D my latest failure.

Least I was right
about the German part.

Yeah, doc,
about that...
Ah, ah, ah.

You know, it's not you
i came to see, Gibbs.

I'm here for
your good Dr. Mallard.

Ducky? What for?

Again with the "what fors."

Must I really explain
everything to you?

You do if you want to see ducky.

Um, something I noticed
during surgery.

Could be nothing, but...

Has he been autopsied yet?

Petty officer Finn
never had a chance.

Death was instantaneous.

He absorbed a high-caliber round
at point-blank range.

Abby's got the bullet?

Well, yeah, they
managed to recover it.

She's running
ballistics as we speak.

To what do I owe the pleasure,
Dr. taft?

Cyril, please.

I was just hoping to get a,
a quick second look

at an odd scar
on your shooter's arm.

Yes, that caught
my eye as well.

Here, let me
check the X-ray.

Odd how, doc?

Well, for one thing,
it's awful.

Sloppy lines,
hastily stitched.

That is at least six months old.

Ducky: And stitched
with something

other than
sterile suture thread.

Exactly, like, uh, fishing line

or common sewing thread.

It covers that metal plate

that's screwed
to his radius.

A bit large for the task,
don't you think?

Uh, yes, i-i do think.

Oh, wow. Wow.

Hell, I can actually
feel it under there.

Duck, get it out.

So it's not nothing, right?

It's, uh, something.

Something you can use?

Well, yeah,
we'll take any lead we can get,

including the hack
who put it in here.

Would you care
to do the honors, cyril?

Oh. That would be
just ducky, ducky.

I've been dying
to say that.

Well, you'd hardly
be the first.

Jethro?

Duck, get it out.

Get it up to Abby
as quick as you can.

Yeah.

Hi.

McGee:
Petty officer shor?

NCIS special agents
McGee and bishop.

Is this a bad time?

No, we were just...

Just finishing up.

Agent Earl kitt, atf.

If there's anything else

you can think of,
Janet, give us a call.

Okay.
I'm glad you're okay.

You guys
getting anywhere?

Just getting started.
You?

Ah, same.

Stolen guns are our business

and a dead Navy kid is yours,

so let's keep each other
in the loop?

Nothing wrong with a little
interagency cooperation.

Amen to that.
I'll be in touch.

All right?
Okay.

Sorry to barrage you
with more questions, Janet.

I just can't believe it.

Me and finny were just
goofing around, like always,

and the last thing
i said to him...

That no one had
a gun to his head...

It's one of those
things you sort of say
without thinking and...

The next thing I knew, he...

It's okay, Janet.

"Finn's gone."

(Wry laugh)

That's what he said to me.

With a smile on his face.

Was it this man who said it?

No.

The one doing
all the talking.

He called me "missy."

I can still see

his face winking at me so clear.

Clear enough
to describe him, maybe?

Yeah.

Talk to me, Abbs.
Gibbs!

Don't burst in on me
like that.

It's how I always burst in.

You're right.

That was just
before this titanium plate

got me all freaked out.

Got you freaked out how?

Well, our dueling doctors
were right.

The plate was made
for a much larger bone--

a femur, to be exact.

That's not too freaky.
Yeah.

Just hold on.

So, the serial number says
that it was manufactured

in des moines, Iowa,

in 1995.
'95?

Yeah, it's a 21-year-old plate,
Gibbs,

that somehow ended up
in your shooter

as recently as last year.

Where was it all that time?

Father carlin.

Who's that?

According to the des moines lab,

it was implanted by
a Dallas orthopedic surgeon

to repair the
broken left femur

of a catholic priest
named carlin.

No first name listed.

Freaky.

Freaky's the word, boss.

You find him yet?

Well, I have found two
father carlins listed in Texas.

I'm just figuring out
which one's ours.

Did I just hear right?

Abby just told me and
ducky that the, uh...

You're still with ducky?

...the plate that we
pulled out of beimler

was originally
in somebody else?

Got him.

Father girard carlin.

One of two brothers
in the priesthood.

This one was injured in
a motorcycle accident in 1995.

Oh, yeah, that's our guy.

He still in Texas?

Tony: No.

Not according
to this memorial page.

Says he left Texas in '98
to pursue missionary work in...

Huh.

What, DiNozzo? Where?

Tony: Family lost contact
with him in '03.

Listed him missing in '04.

He's now presumed dead.

Well, he's dead where?

In the Sudan, boss.

South Sudan?

Yeah.

American missionary work
anywhere in Africa

is hardly unusual.

True, doc, but this is

our second Africa reference
of the day.

The first was beimler in Zaire,
and now this.

Ah, and what doctors do we know
with experience in the Sudan?

Taft: Oh, hey,
what about our friends

in the international
doctors' group--

the-the ones you rescued.

Uh, David woods
and his wife Jeanne?

There's no way
they're involved, boss.

I didn't say they were.

Well, of course not,
but they might know people

who might know people.

And right now, we don't have

a whole hell of a lot else
to go on, do we, DiNozzo?

No, we don't, boss.

Uh, mind if I tag along?

I can explain the medical side

of this little mystery
better than either of you.

You're enjoying this,
aren't you?

No. Maybe.

Kind of.

Okay, the more the merrier, doc.

Come on. I can use all
the buffer I can get.

All right.

Just don't offer
too much info, okay?

I'll do the talking,
and then I'll cue you

when it's time
for the medical lingo.

So, uh, how long
were you two dating?

Does her husband know?

Who told you?

Mm, no one.

You were clearly reluctant
to come here-- not to mention

how many times you checked your
teeth in the rearview mirror.

(Sighs)
Well, I don't think David knows.

I mean,
i-i haven't talked to him

since we got back from Africa,

but I don't want
anything breaking the truce.

Agent DiNozzo.

Dr. woods.

Cyril taft, long time.

Oh, too long.

Great to see you, uh,
in the flesh, David--

alive and well.

Yeah, well,
thanks to these guys.

And, uh, how's your wife,

uh, the other Dr. woods?

Uh, Jeanne, is it?

Yeah, she's great.
Out running errands.

If you can stick around,

I know she'd love to see you.

Oh, maybe next time.
We're just here

to tap your resources,
and we'll be on our way.

(Clears throat)

What resources?

Back already.

(Chuckles) Perfect timing.

Jeanne:
Yeah, perfect.

Dr. taft.

(Quiet laugh)

Tony.

Hi, Jeanne.

David: And you guys pulled this
off some bad guy's radius?

Seems kind of big.

Big and old.

Previously on the femur

of a missionary priest

who went missing in the Sudan

about 12 years ago.

The Sudan.

That's what led you to us?

Just on the off chance
that you might know doctors

over there who perform
these kinds of procedures.

And rob graves
for recycled parts?

Well, it's not like we haven't
seen this before, Jeanne.

Fairly common
in third-world areas

low on supplies-- it's
whatever works over there.

Well, it's not the recyclers
we're after.

It's the doctor who put the
recycled part in our bad guy.

Taft: Hoping they can,
uh, point us

to some
of the bad guy's friends.

I'd be happy to call
the doctors

that we know over there
and see who knows what.

Appreciate that.

You kidding me?

After what you guys did for us?

Yeah, I've been wanting to
invite you and agent McGee

out for a big dinner
sometime.

Oh, no, that's not necessary.

Jeanne: Not necessary.

I keep telling David

you were just doing your jobs.

I was just doing my job.

(Chuckles) Okay, well,

I'm gonna have to think
of something else.

We owe you our lives,
after all.

Uh, one more thing--
i hope you don't mind

me asking--
what'd your bad guy do, anyway?

Oh, uh, killed
a young petty officer

and stole a bunch of guns,
apparently.

Wait, what?

Uh, no, Jeanne, that's not...

Stolen weapons, Tony?

Is that why you're here?

No, Jeanne, it isn't.

Look, it never even
crossed our mind.

Are you saying that this
is about your father?

No. Look, I swear to you,

this is about doctors
in Africa.

It has nothing to do
with your father.

Yeah, okay.

Fine. Excuse me.

Uh...

All right, well, look,

I'll make these calls for you.

I'll get back to you.

All right?

Talk soon.

Thank you.

So, what's this
about her father?

(Elevator bell chimes)

Jeanne benoit? Really?

How'd it go, Tony? You okay?

Well, aside from taft
verbally ripping the bandage

off a very delicate wound,
it was super awesome, thanks.

What about her husband David?

That weird?

Not at all.

He's a lovely guy.

In fact, he wants
to take us out

for a fancy dinner to thank us
for saving his life in Africa.

Excellent.
Can I bring Delilah?

In place of me, absolutely.

Update on the hospital.

Uh, petty officer shor
gave us a great description

of one of the suspects.

Abby's running
facial recognition now.

She also remembered a lot of
details about the vehicle.

Black step-up Van,
Maryland plates.

I already put out a bolo.
Good.

How about you?

It weird, her and the husband?

Do you really want to know?

No.

They give us anything?
Not much,

but they're eager to help.

They're calling their network
in Africa

for any possible leads.

Taft? You sent him home.

Are you kidding?

You are not gonna
believe this, Gibbs.

There's a lot
i don't believe, doc.

Look what ducky found

lodged beside beimler's
l5 vertebrae.

Another bullet
from the shooting?

Not last night's shooting.

Ducky:
The scar tissue indicates

that it's been
encapsulated there for years.

Likely left there
by a surgeon,

not wanting to risk
paralysis by removing it.

Old bullets, titanium plates.

This was a bad-ass cat
on his tenth life, Gibbs.

I didn't lose him,
it was finally his time to go.

You're still on that, doc?
Get over it, come on.
Ducky: Jethro, Abby

came up empty
on the first bullet.

Perhaps this one
could prove fortuitous.

I'll drop it by on my way out.

Your way out?
You're leaving?

Yeah, we both are.
You hungry?

I had no idea, Gibbs, I mean,
the thrill of the investigation.

I-i think I may have
missed my calling.

You want to be a cop now?

Uh, doctor-slash-cop.

Why not?

It's... it certainly would be

a happier hobby
than being your therapist.

Here it comes.

Uh, speaking of
which, have you,

uh, given my
suggestion any thought?

Yes, in all my free time.

At last,
the infamous agent Gibbs.

Lady... save your breath.

You're barking up
the wrong tree.

Oh, Gibbs...
Look, if you want
to quit, quit, okay?

I don't need you.
I don't need your shrink.

I-i don't need

whoever would take your place.

Gibbs, this is Catherine.

My wife.

Sorry to crash your guy time.

(Phone buzzes)

Oh, my office.

Why don't you two
get acquainted.

(Phone buzzing continues)

(Phone beeps on)

(Clears throat)
Bad start.

It's all in how you finish.

So, you know, cyril doesn't
tell me much, but I...

Understand that we do have
a few things in common.

Some personal loss?

Not as recent as yours.

Yeah, well...

There's no clock on it.

I mean, time heals, right?

But never enough.

Look, before he
comes back, I just...

I just wanted to thank you real
quick for being cyril's friend.

We've been through a lot
since losing Paul.

And, um, well, i
think this sparring

that you guys do--
it's good for him.

You're good for him, Gibbs.

Very good.

Not as good as he's been for me.

Not that you're gonna
tell him that.

Oh, no.

His head's already big enough.

Okay, that's enough
about me-- scooch.

(Phone rings)

(Phone beeps on)

Don't you guys ever get a break?

Hey, bishop.
What do you got?

(Siren wails in distance)

Bishop: Metro pd found it
off our bolo.

No sign of the
m-16 crates,

but we did find blood
in the front seat.

Beimler wasn't the only one hit.

Looks that way.
All right.

Dust for prints.

(Phone ringing)
Give 'em to Abby
to comb through.

Wait, hold on.

Abby's calling.
Speak of the devil.

Hey, were your ears burning?

Why? Who are you talking to?

Gibbs and bishop.

We're in an alley
downtown.

We found the Van.

Well, can you leave?

I need to talk to you-- you,

and Gibbs.

Gibbs:
What is it, Abbs?

Tony: That you couldn't
say on the phone?

It's about the
bullet that ducky

pulled from
beimler's spine.

There's
a signature notch on it

that I was able
to trace to a batch

that was already in our system.

"Our system"?

You mean it's one of ours?

No, it was part
of a stolen batch

that we had recorded
as evidence.

In our system almost as long

as the bullet
was in beimler.

What are you saying, Abby?

Well, I never wanted

to say this name
ever, ever again.

But the bullet...

Traces back...

To la grenouille.

Oh, no.

No, no, no,
boss, we can't.

I just promised Jeanne this had
nothing to do with her father.

Well, looks like you were wrong.

Looks like
you haven't touched

your breakfast
burrito yet, Tony.

Not hungry, Tim.

I'm feeling a fever come on.

Maybe I should go home.

You'll be fine.

I won't be fine.

Nothing's gonna be fine.

Any update on the Van?

Still waiting on the DNA

from the blood,
but we did confirm

that la grenouille is connected.

Fingerprints?

Abby matched them
from his steering wheel

to one of his former henchman.

His name is Oskar bruenig,

42 years old.

Wait, that is, uh, not bruenig.

Come on, stop messing around
and take that down.

She's gonna be here
any second.

Yeah, I know.

I-i loaded bruenig's mug shot--

(remote beeping)
Ah, hold on.

I'll fix this.
Bishop: Right over here.

Bishop:
Gibbs...

This is Dr. David woods,
and I believe you know

Dr. Jeanne benoit-woods.

Whatever we can do
for you, agent Gibbs.

Thank you.

Actually I'd like
to talk your wife.

What about?

I got it up, boss.

You lied to me,
you son of a bitch.

Jeanne, we did not know then.

You swore to me that it wasn't
about my father, but it was.

Jeanne, don't
lose your cool...

Let's all take
this upstairs, all right?

Déjà vu.

We made the connection
last night.

Your father's
not a suspect.

Obviously... you aren't, either.

Then what am I doing here?

Well, we're wondering
what you might know

about one of his men.

He's one of three men

we believe stole weapons

from a naval base,

killed a young petty officer.

Does he have a name?

Oskar bruenig.

He is a native of Austria,

and wanted
in three countries.

I know the face
and recall an accent.

But his name
wasn't Oskar.

He was my dad's driver.

He's a lot more than that now.

Bishop: What name did
you know him by?

Oh, what was it?

It was so long ago.
I was still in med school.

Your dad was in
the business of selling weapons,

guns, to bad guys.

Yeah, I don't need you
to remind me.

We do need you to think.

This guy learned from your dad.

And there are 300

m-16's out there right now,
that are missing.

You know who should
have an m-16?

Soldiers.

Pierre.

That was it.

I'm pretty sure my dad
called him Pierre.

Look, David,

I hope you know this
is almost as difficult

for me as it is
for Jeanne.

Key word there
being "almost."

Fair enough.

And I hope you know that

while I am truly grateful,

I'm not giving up Jeanne.

Excuse me?

I see the way you look at her.

Frankly,

the way that she looks at you

would trouble me a bit
if I didn't know your history.

So you know.

I'm her husband.

I know everything.

Just like I know
when affairs end badly,

like yours most certainly did,

they have a way of
staying under the skin

whether you want them to or not.

She's not under my skin, David.

It's not your skin
I'm worried about.

(Door opens)

Excuse me, Jeanne,
i just wanted to apologize

if there was
any misunderstanding.

Uh...

Can you give us a minute?

Sure.

Um, what...

Don't I understand, Tony?

(Sighs)

I just want to be really clear

that when we came
to see you yesterday,

it had nothing
to do with your father.

Okay, then, so we're good now?

Or will you one day
find another reason

to stop by?

And always
at the precise moment

when I'm starting
to feel whole again.

I just thought after Africa,
that we had put that--

ride's here, Jeanne.

Um, I'm still on call, Gibbs,

but I got time to pitch in
if you need me.

What's our next move?

Our next move?

I'm not finding any Pierre
bruenigs here, Gibbs. McGee?

Uh, got a Pierre Oskar,
with a" k."

Where?

Last known address

is Reston, Virginia.
Worth a try.

Can I tag along?

Nope. No more tagging.
Aw, Gibbs...

No. You got your job,
we got our job.

Go do your job.

But my slate is wide open.

I don't even have
to make rounds.

Then go play hooky.

Go spend time
with your wife.

Take her out to lunch.

Take her to the movies.
She deserves it...

After putting up with you.

Hmm, yeah,
you're right about that.

I can't even remember
the last time I played hooky.

Then go do it.

Your dad wouldn't
be disappointed.

Promise you.

(Laughs)

Federal agents!

(Dogs barking in distance)

This our guy?
That's him.

Two in the chest.

Agent: Atf!
NCIS!
NCIS!

You guys again.

"Again"?

Yeah, we met him
at the hospital.

Agent kitt, right?

McGee and bishop?

When did you guys

figure out the
Oskar connection?

Same time you did, apparently.

And we're both too late.

I thought we agreed
to share information.

That's a two-way street.

Doesn't matter now.

Bishop: Detonators.

I wonder what he was
planning to do with those?

The whole theater
to ourselves.

We probably could've
fooled around.

(Laughs)

Well, we'll consider this
a recon mission.

Now we know matinees are,
shall we say "roomy,"

uh, we can plan accordingly
for next time.

Ooh, I like the
sound of that.

What-- "roomy"?

"Next time."

(Phone ringing)
(Chuckles) Oh!

So much for playing hooky.

Oh... oh, I'm gonna
need a minute.

Okay, give me the keys.

I'm gonna start the car.
I'm a little chilly.

Dr. taft.

(Woman speaking indistinctly
over the phone)

Uh, okay.
Let's just, uh, up his dose

to 50 migs every hour.

And what else we got?

(Alarm chirps twice)

(Engine stuttering)

Oh, no.

Come on.

What is that?

(Engine stuttering)
Come on, come on.

(Sighs)

Okay. Can you move
my 5:00 to 6:30?

And that way
we can get him into...
Something's wrong with the car.

Okay. I'm gonna have
to call you back.

What?
I don't know.
It's making a sound.

(Sighs)
I've never heard
this before.

I just had it in the shop.
(Groans)

(People screaming,
car alarm horn honking)

(Elevator bell dings)

Hey.

You all right?
Um...

Considering, you know.

They might, uh, keep her
overnight.

Ears ringing,
heart pounding.

Like mine, actually.

You know what happened?
Don't you?

Cars don't just explode.

I let their friend die
on that table.

That is obvious revenge.

Come on. Sit down.

Sit down.

It's gonna be okay.
Just sit down.

No, it's not okay.

Who the hell am i
to be playing a cop?

(Sighs) I have enough trouble
just being a doctor.

Oh, no, disagree
with you there, doc.

All sizzle, no steak.

Consumed with my own... healing,

I've been completely ignoring
the-the one person,

the most important person.

The only one I have left.

You still got her.

You still got each other.

Which is why I'm leaving.

We've been promising
each other, for years,

that we were gonna take
a long trip someday.

If not around the world,
then close to it.

Someday.

Mm.

Dumb excuses, you know?

Uh, Paul was too little.

We were too busy.
(Chuckles)

We were gonna wait
till Paul grew up

and could be on his own.

"If the world were perfect,

it wouldn't be."

Uh, is that...

Did you just quote yogi berra?

(Chuckles)

Yeah, my dad, he was,
he was a big yogi fan.

(Chuckles) Big.

(Chuckles)

Used to always tell me
that as a kid.

Whenever I got down.

"If the world were perfect,

it wouldn't be."

Yeah.

Take that trip, doc.

Soon.

(Phone ringing)

I'll check in on you.

(Phone beeps on)

Yeah, McGee, on my way.

(Elevator bell chimes)

Bishop:
This is a big deal.

Tony: I'm deeply touched
by your concern, bishop,

but, seriously, I'm fine.

Well, I want to
believe you, Tony,

except that I would
so not be fine.

Yeah, I will double that.

Jeanne, David, all those looks.

I would say that "awkward"

doesn't even begin
to describe that.

Mm-hmm.

Okay, "super-awkward" then,
which I admit it was.

But now that the case
is basically over,

maybe we can just move on?

Gibbs: What do you mean,
it's over?

Gibbs, how are they?
Taft and his wife,
what happened?

They're all right. What's over?

Well, after you, uh,
left for the hospital,

we got a call
from atf agent kitt.

Shared some
information with us.

What information?

They found the guns.

Um, unfortunately,
too late again.

They were already on
a plane to the Ukraine

to be sold in their
black market.

What about the third shooter?

They're assuming
he's on the same plane.

That's the "basically"
part, boss.

Atf found the guns, but we're
not giving up on the shooter.

Kitt said they'd
take it from here,

but, uh, they'd
keep us in the loop.

Oh, I want to hear
that in person.

Have a seat.

(Chuckles quietly)

Is this a joke?

I show you the
professional courtesy

of dragging my ass
down here late at night

for an interrogation room?

Tell me what's going on.

What do you mean?
I told your agents.

Didn't they tell you?
Yeah.

Got me to wondering.

You show up at the hospital
just before us,

at Oscar's place just after us.

What is it you're afraid
we might find?

Find?

What else is there to find?

I've crossed paths
with atf before,

tracking stolen weapons
to see where they landed.

Atf told us
it was not our concern,

and it didn't end well, so...

That's the game
you're playing,

tell me now, amigo.

Don't waste my time.

It's a top-secret op.

Military weapons have been
disappearing for years,

so we installed
these tracking chips.

Not anticipating
this robbery but...

When it happened,
it seemed like a...

Good opportunity
to test our system.

So you've been tracking 'em
from the start.

Technically.

Uh, rather than scoop
the guns up,

we've been waiting
to see where they went.

These guys killed
a petty officer

and they tried to
kill my friend.

Tough call, I know.

So there is no plane
to the Ukraine?

No.

No, the guns and ammo
have been divvied up

and sent off in multiple
directions, right here at home.

Who is our third shooter?

I don't know.

But I might be able to track
down which gun he's got.

(Tire blows out)

(Seat belt clicks open)

McGee:
Dare you to pick that up...

...missy.

(Two knocks on door)

(Door opens)

Last visit, I promise.

What do you want, Tony?

Well...

Is David here?

He went home. We...

He went home.

Well, I just wanted
to tell the both of you

that the case is closed.

We caught the bad guys,
guns have been found, sort of,

and, uh,
we won't need to bother

your doctor friends
in Africa.

Good to know.

Thank you.

My pleasure.

I mean... not...

Whatever.

I had a crazy night.

You always work
this late?

David and I got
in a fight, Tony.

All this talk about
you and me and my dad

led to an actual fight,
which never happens.

Rarely.

Sorry to hear that.

But, again, I...

I had no intention
of coming back here.

It was just the case,
and McGee said...

Whatever.
It can't happen again.

I know.

Trust me.

What you said yesterday,

about me dropping in

just when you...

Start feeling whole again.

And what about it?

I know that feeling.

The not feeling whole part.

Do you?

And if I had
one wish, Jeanne...

What?

...i would
turn back the clock,

to right when we got back
from south Sudan.

(Wry laugh)

Because I think that was a much
better ending for both of us.

(Quiet laugh)

What?

I guess I would go back further.

Good night, Tony.

Good night.

Good-bye, Tony.

Bye.

(Door opens)

(Door closes)

How low can we go?

You talking to me?

Stood up at a diner.

Makes us both pretty sad
cases, I'm just saying.

Nah, I'm not sad.
Or stood up.

Yeah, right.

I got a friend coming.

Doesn't everybody?

I need a ten-letter word
for "polished metal."

Good luck with that.

Not big on crosswords?

No, no, I'm not... big.

I'm not...

Too busy.
Not being stood up.

All right, what
about platinum?

P-l-a-t-i...

(Mouthing letters)

It's only eight letters.

Try "brightwork."

Brightwork?

For polished metal?

Well, yeah,
it can be that, or-or

varnished wood
on a boat or ship.

B-r-i-g-h-t...
I can spell.

Hey, it fits!

Smarter than you look.

I have never been accused
of looking smart.

Too pretty.

But smart enough about boats.

You a sailor?

Okay.

Give me another one.

Rather not quit
while you're ahead?

I'll roll the dice.

I'm sure you've
rolled your share.

Seven-letter word.
Rejuvenation.

Rejuvenation?

There an echo in here?

Any letters?

Um, ends with an "l."

No first letter?

If I had a first letter
here, popeye,

I wouldn't need you.

Renewal.

What now?

Ends with an "l." Renewal.

(Chuckles)
Seven letters.

Damn. Not bad.

Not bad at all.

You ready for
another, popeye?

It's, uh... it's Gibbs.

But I think you know that.

Don't you, grace?

That's Dr. confalone to you.

You ready?

Ready.

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