NCIS (2003–…): Season 14, Episode 17 - What Lies Above - full transcript

(car horn honks)

(door unlocking)

(clattering)

(grunts)

Ow. What the hell?

(gun cocks)

Someone there?

What are you doing in here?

(gunshot)

(grunts)

Come out with your hands up.

(groans)

FEMALE NEIGHBOR:
I'm calling 911!

Anyone else?

(McGee groaning)

(dog barking in distance)

Ow.

Oh, God.

(line rings)

GIBBS:
Yeah, McGee.

McGee, you there?

McGee?

I'm here, boss.

I'm here.

*

(sighs): Naturally,
they all claim

to fully support the bill,

but this makes
three times now

that they've postponed
a vote on it.

Wow.

Duplicitous backstabbers
on Capitol Hill.

Who'd have thunk it?

You've got plenty of it
in your world, too, Lee.

You have the experience.

Hey, you want to go to a
Wizards game with me next week?

I can get us really good seats.

Are you changing the subject?
Mm-hmm.

I'm sorry,
it's just my aversion

to talking politics over dinner.

Makes everything
so very hard to swallow.

We're not talking politics.

I'm talking you.

Since NCIS got rid of Kai Chen,

your public profile's
never been higher.

I have a public profile?

Yes, you do.

You're handsome,

brilliant, charismatic.

And to have a fighter like you
at our side,

swimming with the sharks.
You know,

I think I fare much better
on dry land.

Come on, Lee.
Okay.

I get it. I get it.

And I'd... Yeah, I'd be lying

if I didn't say
that I wasn't tempted.

Can you see it?

You take a seat
in Congress,

and your buddy Gibbs gets a seat
in the director's chair.

(chuckles)

So you're planning
his future, too?

(phone ringing)

Oh. Speak of the devil.
Oh.

Yeah, Gibbs.

McGee was just attacked
by two armed assailants.

He what?

In his apartment.

Is McGee all right?

Agent McGee?

Yes, I will do that, Leon.

Just keeping you in the loop.

Call you later.

Ducky and Jimmy
are on their way.
McGee.

There were two of them?

Yeah. One of them got
away, but I grazed him.

Check local hospitals
for recent gunshot wounds.

TORRES:
No wallet.

But a print scanner

IDs him as Louis Cole,

a recent parolee.

No stolen goods on him.

I wonder what the other guy
made out with.

I don't even care.
I'm just happy

that Delilah was in Dubai
on assignment.

I mean, if she would've
walked in on these guys,

would've been a lot worse.
You haven't called her yet?

No. It's too early there.

Plus, uh, I'm not
really looking forward

to telling her anyway.

Yeah, but she'll want to know
you're okay.

That'll help, but it's not
gonna make her happy.

I mean, it's bad enough
this place is trashed.

It's gonna take a lot of
sage burning to make that okay.

TORRES: Oh, she won't
mind too much, right?

I'm sure she'll get over it
real quick.

I mean, it's not like
it's the first dead body

this apartment has seen.

Wait, what?
GIBBS:
McGee.

You know
what they were looking for?

Uh, no, boss, I'll call Tony.

Maybe he has some ideas.
QUINN:
Wait.

Wait. Hold up. Go back.
What do you mean,

it's not the first dead body?
Wait, you didn't know that?

Triple homicide. It's how
Tony got the place so cheap.

What? A triple homicide here?

It was a long time ago.
Before Tony,

the previous owner killed
three people.

It was apparently
pretty messy.

TORRES:
Pretty messy?

Didn't the guy use
an electric carving knife

to dismember the bodies?

Right, guys, can we not?

Oh, I could never live here
knowing that.

Yeah, I had
the same reservations

when I was in the running.

More like the heebie-jeebies.

How did Delilah feel about it?

Actually,
I haven't told her yet.

What? You never told Delilah?

Well, I was going to tell her,

but, you know,
we moved in,

and what she doesn't know...

Dude, that's messed up.
Come on.

It was 15 years ago.

There's got to be
an expiration date

on the creepy factor.

Besides, it's not like
the place is haunted.

Hmm, maybe cursed.
It's not cursed.

I'm counting
on each of you

to please help me keep
my secret from Delilah.

You want us to lie for you?
We can't lie to her, McGee.

No, it's not a lie,
it's-it's more of a...

It's like an omission.

That's the word for it,
"omission."

It's like if Delilah
were to say, "McGee,

"has there ever been
a triple homicide

in this apartment?"
and you said no,

that would be a lie.

That's right,
and she's never asked me that.

Why the hell would she ask that?

BISHOP:
Yeah, I got to say, Alex,

I'm a little surprised
you seem okay with this.

What? I'm-I'm not okay
with any of it,

but sometimes secrets
are a necessary evil.

Especially when
dealing with family.

You have secrets in your family?

I'll take that as a yes.

Well, I'm in
too deep already,

so please just don't
say anything to anyone.

In fact, forget that
anything even happened.

This triple homicide...
Ah, this is great.

...we find out more,
see if there's a connection.

Boss, I-I can't imagine
there's a connection.

I mean, it's so many years
between incidents.

Wait, Rosebud.

Rosebud?

Yeah, Rosebud is Delilah's
private hard drive.

It's got every photo
and document on it

from when she was a kid,
up until now.

It's named after the sled
in Citizen Kane.

It's her diary,
it's her everything.

And it's gone.

There anything else on
that, like DoD files?

I can't imagine,
boss, but maybe.

(phone ringing)

It's her.
What's she doing up so early?

QUINN:
Women have a sixth sense

about this stuff.
Ask her what was in there.

Boss, if I ask her about
the missing hard drive,

she's gonna know everything.
Tell her everything, Tim.

I won't tell her everything,
I'll talk to her

about it tonight.

(phone continues ringing)

Or you could not
answer her call.

No, no, answer it.

Time to come clean, McGee.

Hey, sweetheart.

Early morning
for you, huh?

Yeah.

Oh, uh, I miss you, too.

Um, me?

Um, not much.

(whispering):
Uh... not much?

No, uh...

No, pretty quiet,
actually, yeah.

No, no, no, everything's
good-- a nice and, uh,

quiet evening at home.

Oh, I was hoping
you'd beat me here.

Well, Gibbs wanted more details
on the triple homicide

at McGee's place,

and I just found a bunch.

I was hoping
you'd say that, too.

So, according to this

old case file,
"Police responded to a call

"about shots fired and found
the apartment's owner,

"a licensed furrier
named Paul Triff,

"dismembering the bodies

"of three known felons

with an electric carving knife."

Ugh.

Well, "Triff
pleaded self-defense

"following a
home invasion,

"but the jury sentenced him
to three life terms

at Maryland Correctional."

How bizarre is that?

What I don't get is,

who's a licensed furrier
anymore, anyway?

Was that still a thing
15 years ago?

Well, and why
dismember the bodies

if he acted
in self-defense?

I mean, that's got to be
the worst defense angle ever.

There's got be some kind of
symmetry to all this, right?

A home invasion,

known felons,

shot in the apartment.

No, no symmetry at all.

I studied
the case myself.

Triff's furrier
business was a front

for a
smuggling ring.

The three home invaders
worked as furriers,

presumably as smugglers.

So why the dismembering?

Well, he was sneaking out,
uh, body parts

in plastic bags,
but, uh,

that bears no resemblance
to last night.
TORRES: Yo.

How much you tell Delilah?

(scoffs)
Delilah was so freaked out

by the break-in itself,

I had to leave out the part
about killing a guy.

Another lie?
It's not a lie, Nick,

it's an omission.
Oh, right, right,

it's, uh, "family."
Yeah, and it's Delilah.

I mean, she was
gonna fly home as is.

I had to, you know, cover,

so I convinced her
to stay longer.

Hopefully long enough to where

I can get the walls
and the floors fixed.

You didn't tell her that either?
Again,

why would I pile on
the bad news?

Yeah, so no reason to tell her
about a... triple homicide?

No, no, Torres, that's a secret,
we can't do that, all right?

We just need to find
this hard drive.

Rosebud-- is that
what they were after?

Think so, boss.

Called Tony,
he had no other ideas.

Okay, what do we know? Update.
All right.

Our dead burglar,
Louis Cole, 37,

was paroled two months ago from
Haynesville Correctional Center

after serving three years
for transporting narcotics.

QUINN:
Drug offenses,

a few assaults, but no
burglaries on his rap sheet.

First time for everything.
TORRES:
We collected evidence.

Found a crowbar
in the bedroom.

Abby's running it
for prints now.

Boss, we got to find these guys.

Beyond
sentimental value,

Delilah's whole life
is on that hard drive.

If she finds out it's missing...
TORRES:
What?

You didn't tell her
about Rosebud?
Why would I

if there's still a chance
I could get it back?

Yet another lie.
Not a lie-- omission.

Yeah, Duck,
I'm on my way.

To me, honesty is all
about the three yous.

"The three yous,"
Doctor?

Yeah, well, there's the
you that the world knows,

there's the you that your
friends and family know,

and there's the you
that only you know.

And that you most
certainly has secrets.

Ah, but is the secret
the same as a lie?

Oh, great,
you know, too?

Oh, sorry, McGee,

yeah, I overheard the others at
the crime scene talking about it

when we went to go
pick up the body.

Now, I know it's not my place
to offer up my opinion, but...

You're going to anyway.

I just feel like a triple
homicide is something

that I'd have to tell Breena
about before we moved in.

But you're not moving in.

And you are not gonna
tell Delilah.

JIMMY: What? No, no,
no, of course not.

I wouldn't dream of it.
Ducky, what we got?

DUCKY: I thought you'd never
ask, Jethro. (chuckles)

And, Timothy,

your intruder died

from a single well-placed
bullet to the heart.

I was just firing back, Ducky.

It was a lucky shot at best.

And at worst,

that apartment of yours
is decidedly unlucky.

Hi, Abbs.
McGee.

Ugh.

I'm so glad you're okay.

Tony never should've
bought that place,

no matter how cheap it was.

Look, it's not unlucky,

it's two incidents
15 years apart.

Incidents? You call
those incidents?

The shootings
and the dismemberments?

GIBBS:
Abby, what do you got?

I thought he'd never ask.
ABBY:
I got a positive match

off the fingerprint
on the crowbar.

It belongs to a Walter Shibberd.

He has got multiple
burglaries on his rap sheet,

and I sent you his
cell phone number

in case you want to ping it.

Good work.
You're the best, Abbs.

Oh, McGee?

It's too late
to tell Delilah

about the apartment.

If it were me,
I would not want to know.

Okay.

(chuckles)

According to this, we should be
right on top of him.

Hey, Walter.

Seems like you got
a boo-boo there.

McGEE:
I know it was dark,

but I'm pretty sure
we met last night.

He's running,
he's running.

Ooh, I was hoping you did that.

(grunts)

Ooh, make that
two boo-boos.

All right,
let's see what we got.

.22-caliber semiauto.

(chuckles)
My Lincoln penny collection.

Ah.

Rosebud?

I'd never
been shot before.

I was afraid
to go to the E.R.

I hear that's where
you guys always look.

What made you want this?

What do you mean?
It was there.

I was gonna sell it,
like everything else.

I'm a B and E man. I'm a...
I'm a hired hand. That's all.

Working for who?

This guy Louis.

I met him
at a bar last week.

Said if I broke him
into the apartment,

he'd pay me 500 bucks,

plus anything else
I wanted to keep.

This guy Louis,

what was he looking for?
I don't know.

He said he'd know it
when he saw it.

It had something to do
with a hot tip

he got from a buddy
in the joint.

Whatever that tip was,
this fellow Louis thought

it was worth tearing up McGee's
entire apartment to find it.
But we don't

have to tear it up, do we?
'Cause McGee will not like that.

Okay.

Then find a way
to search his apartment

without destroying it.

I can do that.

(phone ringing)

Congresswoman Flemming.

Hello, handsome.

I'm just calling
to see how McGee is doing.

He's doing very well.
Caught the other burglar

and he's recovering
stolen property as we speak.

So how's your lovely day?

Ma'am.
That is wonderful news.

Please give Agent McGee
my regards.

I take it
you're no longer alone.

That is very true.

Um, on another note,

about our lunch meeting
tomorrow,

I was hoping to change venues.
Oh, sure.

For a minute there, I thought
you were gonna cancel on me.

You know Dasher's?

Yes, I know it well.

I also know it's a favorite
of the power lunch crowd,

eager to see and be seen.

Nothing wrong with that,
is there?

For an up-and-comer like me?

Well, that's the spirit.

Plus, it's closer to my office.

I've got a packed day tomorrow.

I really do appreciate it,
Director.

Uh-huh.

Uh-huh.

What can we do?

Well, hop on board.

We're all combing
the same database.

Checking inmate profiles for
any of Louis' prison buddies.

BISHOP: And any possible
links between Louis

and your
Electric Carving Knife Man.

He's not
my anything,

and there is no link, okay?

Chances are one in a million.

QUINN:
Ooh, I found Louis' cellmate.

Okay, put it up.
All right,

his name
is Joe Berk, 53,

serving 15 years
for running a Ponzi scheme.

TORRES: Seems like a
medium-security case.

Don't see any tie-in
to your apartment.

See, no connection
to Triff.

What was Louis' work detail?
Uh, according to this,

he worked the prison kitchen
doing meal prep.

Must've done it well.

Worked his way up
to inmate supervisor and...

Uh-oh.

Uh-oh?

You see it, too?

You go first. You can tell him.

Wait, tell who? Tell me?
Tell him what?

Well, it seems Louis was so good
at kitchen work

that he was sent to other
prisons to train inmates.

And last year he spent
two months training inmates

at Maryland Correctional.

Wait, isn't that where
the Electric Carving Guy

is locked up?
GIBBS: Triff.

What was his work detail?

Paul Triff.

Inmate at Maryland Correctional.

Kitchen detail. Food prep.

So he and Louis
had contact.

Maybe even... buddies?

QUINN: Either way,
there's a connection.

Sorry, McGee.

Talk about one
in a million.

Yeah, I don't really see how
you can't tell Delilah now.

That's the least of
it. If this is tied

to that triple
homicide, suddenly

living there feels
a lot more dangerous.

(sighs)

You nervous?

Why? We deal with killers
all the time.

Granted, this killer was living
in my apartment.

Cooked in
my kitchen,

used my bathrooms.

Was in my closet.

Did you know
that when they found him,

he was completely soaked
in blood from head to toe.

I mean, cops barely could
tell that he was human.

They said
he looked more like Satan.

Well,
if you do ever tell Delilah,

you should probably
leave that out.

Well, I appreciate you
having my back on,

you know, all my omissions.

Every family has secrets.
No one's immune.

MAN:
Opening three.

(lock buzzes)

Well, hello.
I'm Paul.

We know.

(chuckles)

(lock buzzes)

We're from NCIS.
I'm Special Agent McGee,

this is
Special Agent Quinn.

NCIS?

Is that, uh, Navy, Marines?

McGEE:
Usually,

yeah, but we're here
to talk to you today

about Louis Cole.
Louis.

Oh. Kitchen Louis. Hmm?

Man could make chipped beef
taste like prime rib. Hmm?

What is he, still doing
easy time over in Haynesville?

He's dead.
Oh.

Well, don't look at me.

(laughs)
I'm sorry.

Been here too long.

That's terrible.

So what happened?

(clears throat)

He broke into
your old apartment yesterday.

He was looking
for something specific.

And I...
the current occupant shot him.

Wait, wait, no, I'm sorry.

You?

The current occupant?

That's right, me.

(laughs)

Oh, well...
well, how 'bout that?

Huh? My old apartment.

Hey, are my bookshelves
still there?

I put those in myself.
You know, I'm quite handy.

QUINN:
Handy?

That's a great word for it.
Yeah.

Crown moldings,
all the little details,

that's all me. Yeah.

It's a great neighborhood, too.
I would still be living there

if not for that crazy night.

That crazy night you carved up
all your friends

in my living room?

Beaver.

Excuse me?

You'd look great in beaver.

You know,
I had a beaver bomber jacket

on my old
showroom floor.

Huh? You'd love it. And you.

Oh, my.

Wow.

A beauty like you,
you deserve chinchilla.

Well, m-maybe fox.

No thanks.

Fur is murder.
Oh,

you bet it is.
Okay.

What tip did you give Louis?

What could he have been
looking for?

Tip? How would I know?

Listen,
we talked about cooking,

sports.

I mean, I certainly never
let him know where I lived.

Well, he tore up the walls
and floors for some reason.

No, not my hardwoods.
I put those in, too.

What did you put under them?

Nothing. Oh.

Mm... mm...

nothing.

Okay, so you're
saying that Louis

came and burglarized
your old apartment and

you have no idea...?

It really is
an amazing coincidence,

I will give you that.

Rule 39.

Does that nice lady
still live above us?

The one with the yappy dog?

Oh, that dog

would make one good mitten,
baby.

Ah. It's almost like
we're roommates, isn't it?

ABBY:
Metal, plastic...

Metal, wood, metal...

You got a lot of metal.

Paper clips mostly.

Pretty cool, Abb.

What's cool?

This supercool
x-ray scanner.

You wanted me
to find a way

to search McGee's apartment
without tearing it up,

and I found it.

Well, find some more,
we can all pitch in.

Thank you.
Well, maybe not all of us.

I got through to Louis Cole's
parole officer; he says

he's staying at a halfway house
for ex-cons in Fairfax.

Well, that's a perfect
place to find friends.

Who maybe know
what Louis was after.

Okay, Bishop, you're with me.

You two go to
McGee's place.

Tell Quinn and McGee
to meet you there.

Hey, excuse me. Miss?

Hang on.

Hands full.

(soda cans rattle)

These guys go through
a lot of soda.

What can I do for you?

NCIS Special Agents
Bishop and Gibbs.

A parolee, Louis Cole.
He staying here?

Uh, yeah, room 214.

Though I haven't seen
him around today.

He's not in any trouble, is he?

Louis wasn't here very long.
I just can't believe he's gone.

What happened exactly?

Did you know
Louis well?

(mutters)
Hardly at all,

but compared to some that
we get here, he seemed like

a pretty nice guy.

You know,

he'd say good morning,
stuff like that.

Hey, any idea who this is?

Um, I couldn't
tell you.

He might've had
a daughter somewhere.

We have 32 residents.

Most of them have
a long-lost somebody.

Did anyone here know Louis well?
He have any friends?

Not good ones,
but y-you can ask around.

These guys mostly
keep to themselves.

I try to make it a point
not to get too involved, either.

So you're not a counselor?

Me? No.
I-I just manage the office.

Though, believe me,

every parolee that walks through
here wants more out of me,

if you know what I mean.

But I am done saving souls.

QUINN:
Hey.

You guys still at it?

Yeah, almost done.

How did it go
with the psycho furrier?

Oh, he's definitely psycho.

He's also a really bad liar.

Did he lie or
did he omit?

Oh, he did it all
and we didn't buy a word.

There is no way
he didn't tell Louis

that something valuable
was hidden here.

Well, we have scanned
almost every inch of this place

and it's nothing
but pipes and wires.

TORRES: Yeah, the only place
we haven't checked is, uh,

underneath your bed.

My bed?

Oh, uh, we
can step out

if there's something under there
that you want to keep private.

Like a secret, maybe?

So I have to lift my bed

to prove that I have
nothing to hide?

Yes.
Yes.

Yeah.

Okay, let's do it.

(both grunting)

No secrets, huh?

Comic books?

Aw, there's nothing to be
ashamed of with comic books.

McGEE:
And those are Delilah's.

You guys are the perfect couple.

Wh-What's in the box?
Oh, uh...

ABBY:
Is that your dad's ashes?
Yeah, how'd you know?

'Cause I went with you
to pick them up.
Yeah, he wanted 'em

scattered at Monterey,
we just... we haven't quite

gotten around to getting
out there yet, you know?

So you store him under your bed?

Well, it's as safe
a place as any.

Delilah's okay with, uh,
sleeping and doing other things

above your father's ashes?

You're assuming she knows.

She knows.
And she's fine with it, okay?

Besides, it's-it's not my actual
father, it's his ashes.

And they're not
directly under us.

Well, something definitely is.

And it's not pipes and wires.

And it's big.

It's a treasure.

I knew it.
It's a treasure chest!

Only one way
to find out.
Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Uh, let me do that,
let me do that. Come on.

Okay.

No, McGee, let me do it.

(grunts)

Well, moment of truth.

All right,
let me record this.
Oh, just do it.

Oh.

Is that what I think it is?

Suddenly your dad's ashes
doesn't seem so bad.

ABBY:
McGee, are you okay?

Say something, McGee.

(phone rings)

(hoarse): I'm gonna let that
go to voice mail.

Now this is indeed
one for the books.

Yeah.

Ripley's Believe It or Not!

Seeing is believing.

Apparently the body's proximity

to these ventilation ducts
beneath the floor

provided the ideal conditions
for mummification.

He's wearing a
St. Christopher medal.

The patron saint of traveling?

How's that for irony?

Any guess on how long
he's been under there?

Well, that's very
hard, Jethro.

(phone ringing)

But we'll know that and
more when we get him back.

McGEE:
No, everything's good, Dee.

Everything's good. Just, uh,
been busy, you know, with work.

(mouths)
Lot of work lately.
Um, actually,

you know,
I've been so busy that

if you want
to take a few days to,

you know, just go and explore,
relax a little bit,

absolutely, now would be
a great time for that.

What are you doing?
Delilah shouldn't know.

What?
They've been sleeping
on a grave.

Yeah, and not just sleeping,
that part we got.

But what happened to
"You can't be lying, bro"?

Well, this he can lie about.
Hypocrisy much?

No, it's not hypocrisy.
This is different.

That is so not different.

Yes, it is different.
He knew about

a triple homicide
before he moved in.

This, he didn't know about.
And now that he knows,

why shouldn't Delilah know?

No... Nobody should know.

I wish I didn't know.

What about you,

Mrs. Secrets and Lies?
Me? What about me?

I have stayed the same
through this whole thing.

If it was me, I wouldn't
want to know anything.

You didn't
tell her, right?

No.
You okay?

This is really happening, right?

There's a dead body
in-in my bedroom?

Afraid so.

Okay, thanks, just checking.

(horn blows, birds squawk)

Morning, Duck.

Is it morning already?
(short chuckle)

How time flies
when one has

a bio-anthropological
phenomenon on one's table.

Yeah?

I thought it was just
an old dead guy.

Well, he's not old, Jethro.
I'd put him in his 40s.

Dr. Palmer is
pursuing identification

from a rehydrated finger.

You got a cause of death?
It's either

this blunt force injury
to the parietal bone

or a severed
carotid artery.

The killer, whom we all
assume is this madman Triff,

was, well, quite thorough.

No ballpark on how long ago
he was killed?

Well, mummification
makes that quite tricky.

But, if I must, I'd ballpark it

between ten and 15 years ago.

Nice ballparking, Doctor.
It's 15 years, to be exact.

How do you know that?
'Cause that's when he
disappeared. ID just came back

as Logan Pruitt,

first reported
missing in 2002.

Pruitt.
That crooked lobbyist guy?

Yes, I seem to recall that name.

JIMMY:
W-What is this here, Doctor?

Something in his stomach.

Ah, something indeed.

Desiccated skin
is very resilient.

(grunts)

Is that a key?

Badly corroded.

He must have
swallowed it before he died.

Ow. Who would swallow a key?

Go. Get it to Abby.

VANCE:
Logan Pruitt.

One of the most
notorious fugitives

since D.B. Cooper,
and we found him?

Found him under my bed.

I cannot imagine
that experience,

Agent McGee, but
there's no telling

where this discovery might lead.

I'm sorry. I may have been out
of the country for too long,

but am I the only one
who doesn't know who
this Logan Pruitt is?

I'll gonna leave the rest
of you to fill him in. Gibbs?

Keep me filled in, too.
I've got a lunch meeting.

Pruitt was a high-
powered lobbyist

for South African exports and
a major player on Capitol Hill.

QUINN: That was until
the Pretoria Heist.

Oh, that I'd heard of.

Millions in African diamonds

stolen from a cargo plane
in Dulles.

BISHOP:
Chartered the plane,

which made him
an instant suspect,

but the FBI could
never prove it.

QUINN: When he disappeared
two months later,

everyone just assumed

that he, he just left
the country with all the loot.

But now we know he was...

McGEE:
That he was under my bed.

You gonna be okay over there,
McGee?

Yeah, working on it.

Yeah, work faster.
I need you focused.

Okay. I am. I'm done.

Gibbs, Gibbs, Gibbs.
Okay, first of all,

how crazy that Logan Pruitt
was underneath McGee's bed?

Abby, you trace the key?

I'm getting there. The, uh,
serial number was burned off

by the stomach acid.

But this bigger number
here is quite clear.

Two-zero-three.
Could be a safe or a locker.

Safety deposit box?

Could be. I mean,
it's the right size.

Are we suddenly
on the trail

of the Pretoria diamonds?

You see? A buried treasure.
I knew it.

Come on, McGee.
Let's go find 'em.

FLEMMING: Good news?
VANCE: Mm.

That's amazing.

If your agency solves

the Pretoria Heist,

you're a made man.

Well, let's not get
ahead of ourselves.

I remember Pruitt trolling
the halls of Congress

my first year on the Hill.

He definitely gave off
a slippery vibe.

MAN:
How are you, Jenna?

Hello, Pete.

Congressman Peter Shaw,

uh, NCIS Director Leon Vance.

Congressman, it's a pleasure.

Pete, please.
Rock stars like you

get to skip all the formalities.

Jenna has nothing
but high praise, Leon.

Is it true you're considering
joining our humble ranks?

Considering might be
a little strong.

Um, pondering might be
a little more accurate.

Parsing words like
a born public servant.

You might be
a natural.

Uh, hey, Pete, did you ever
happen to cross paths

with Logan Pruitt?

Yeesh. There's a blast
from the past.

And not a good one.
Why do you ask?

Uh, we were just marveling

that no one ever caught him,
did they?

Well, whatever tropical island
he bought with his riches,

let's hope
it has an active volcano.

(laughter)

Let's do lunch sometime, Leon.
I'll see you around campus.

Pete, it's a pleasure
to meet you.

Scared me there.

Thought you were
about to spill the beans.

You know I'd never.

But when the Pruitt news
gets out,

the media's gonna be
all over it.

And you.

(lock buzzes)

Bummer.

I shaved and everything.

Huh?

(scoffs)

Where's Chinchilla?

She was delicious.

Found your buddy, Pruitt.

Ooh. You must be
the big gun, huh?

Yeah. Silver fox,

little bit too obvious.

I'd put you
in mid-length coyote.

You buried him under my floor.

No, why would I do that?

You tell us.

Well, I'm sorry.

I'm going to at least
need to know

that you have
some kind of a theory.

How's this? Pruitt knew about
your bogus furrier business

and needed a partner
to intercept a shipment.

You sent three goons
to steal the diamonds,

deliver them to Pruitt
for safekeeping.

(chuckles)
Well,

I wish I had popcorn.
You guys are good.

Then you killed Pruitt, but
the only reason we can think of

is a liar like you

had no intention
of honoring

their partnership to begin with.

That's not true.

Let me tell you
something.

I'm a lot of things,
but I am no liar.

The plan was to sit
on the diamonds for a few years,

until the heat died down,

and it was Pruitt
that didn't honor that.

I mean, you know,
he bought himself a condo.

I mean, started picking up
the tab for senators

like he's Sinatra.

So you wanted to meet
at your place

and demanded a key
to the safe deposit box.

Son of a bitch swallowed it
right in front of me.

I mean, he actually used
the words,

"Over my dead body."

How could I not oblige him?

So you couldn't have
cut the key out of him

like you cut up the other three?

This was weeks
before all of that.

All right? I was just making it
up as I went along.

All I knew
was that I had a key

that I needed to hide
for a few years.

I had a body
that I needed to dispose of,

and my floors
were almost finished.

Hmm?

What would you do?

Maybe not kill anyone
to begin with?

What about the other three?

By the time they came
looking for the money,

the floors were down.

And they were beautiful, right?

So you broke out the electric
carving knife instead.

I mean, I tried to put down
plastic, but blood,

it just really gets around.

So all these years later,
you decide

to tell Louis about it?

Well, I'm not going anywhere,
he's a nice guy.

Yeah. I figured
I'd throw him a bone

if he ever wanted
to go look for it.

Couldn't have been
more specific?

Tell him exactly
where the key is,

maybe spare my floors?

No, what fun would that be?

Look,
it's your key now.

So, where do the diamonds
go from here, huh?

Auctioned off
to the highest bidder?

Oh.
(laughing): Oh, my!

You don't know
where they are, do you?

Well, yeah, 'cause otherwise,
why would you be here?

We'll find them.

Or I could expedite
that process.

In exchange for, hmm,
some considerations.

No. No, we do not make deals.

Listen. I know
I'm not leaving.

But would a bigger cell
be too much to ask for?

A corner one
with a view.

Think about it, you get
to crack the big diamond heist.

Solve the mystery.

I'll happily confess, hmm?

I mean, what's another
life term? Right?

You could be heroes.

For nothing more than
a room with a view.

Boss, he's got a good point.

Keep walking, McGee.

PAMELA:
Congresswoman Flemming
to see you, Director.

Send her in.

Before the storm
arrives, Gibbs,

I just want to say
I didn't know

how exhausting
politics could be.

You're not even running yet.
Yet?

Don't you start on me.
Why not?

I'd vote for you.
Why, Gibbs, that might be

the nicest thing
you've ever said to me.

Oh, good.
Gibbs, you're here.

Yes, I work here.

And you're crazy... both of you.

Jenna.
All due respect,

I understand your policy
against cutting deals,

but honestly,

who cares what the inside of
Triff's cell looks like?

He killed four people.
For which he's in prison.

From which he can now
help you solve

the Pretoria diamond heist.

And we may have to resort
to that, but first

I would rather give my agents
a fair shot.

GIBBS: We're still combing
through evidence.

(phone rings)
Abby's got it right now,
in fact...

That's her.

Yeah, Abbs.

Got something for you, Gibbs.
On my way.

I don't mean to overstep.

Again.

I'm just excited for all of you.

Tell him. We're all
on the same team.

(door closes)

Jenna, what the hell was that?

You have to remember,
we're not politicians here.

We don't dance with the devil.

We put devils away

or we put 'em down.

(scoffs)

You think I dance
with the devil?

What? You think you don't?

You can let the Kai Chens
of the world operate

as long as it serves your
greater good; we cannot.

Our greater good helps
a lot of people.

Of course it does and so do you,

but just not the way we do.

It's nothing personal.

It's nothing personal?

It's not.

Uh-huh.

I'm between meetings.

Armed Services Committee.

Jenna...
I got to go.

Uh, believe me,

I would put Triff
in a four-star hotel

if I thought it would make
all our problems go away.

But then he'd just ask
for a five-star.

I get it.

(door closes)

Talk to me.

Well, nothing on
the key yet, Gibbs,

but Abby may have
something better.

It's from Louis Cole's T-shirt,

or rather, something that
was inside his T-shirt.

A hair follicle that
is clearly not his own.

Whose own is it?

Well, DNA takes time.

Is that purple?

It's purple
hair dye, yeah.

Purple hair.

I was afraid to say anything.

I didn't want to get in trouble.

You're not in
trouble, Margo.

Louis was sweet.

He just wanted a fresh
start, same as me.

Away from prisons
and halfway houses.

Reunite with his daughter.

Maybe open a little restaurant
out west somewhere.

Start a family of our own.

BISHOP:
But...

That would take money.

That's all we wanted.

I didn't know
Louis even had a gun.

Is the guy who lived there okay?

Yeah. He's fine.

That key was gonna make
everything better for us.

If there even was a key.

There was.

We have it.

You do?

Uh... mm, were the diamonds

where Louis' friend said
they'd be?

And where was that?

You mean you don't know?

Margo, look at me.

There's no deal
to be had here.

You won't need one.

You want to make it better?

Just tell us.

Delaware.

He said

some tiny bank in Delaware.

Um, Selbyville, maybe?

(sighing):
Thanks.

Wait, let me record this.

Well, just remember,
Al Capone's vault

had a whole lot
of nothing inside.

Okay.

(laughs)

That is not nothing.

(laughs)

Hmm. So, no window, hmm?

I'm afraid not.

Well, can I at least keep this?

Sure.

And was there something else or
did you just come here to gloat?

I want to know
if there are any, uh,

additional surprises
I should be expecting.

Any more occupants
in the apartment?

Well, if you expect them,

they won't be surprises,
now, will they?

But...

if you must know...
what's it worth to you?

I should've known better.

Enjoy your third life sentence.

Hey.

You're good.
MAN: Open door three.

(lock buzzes)
No more surprises.

Maybe.

(chuckling)

(lock buzzes)

NEWSMAN: And a major break
in two high-profile cases today

as a spokesman for the Naval
Criminal Investigative Service,

known as NCIS,
reports the recovery of...

(scoffs) So, has
Hollywood called yet

for the movie rights?

(chuckles)
No, not yet.

I'm not selling mine unless
Denzel Washington plays me.

How's that for
raising my profile?

Forget your profile.

I'm done pushing you.

Hey, Jenna.

What you do so well,

I'm just not sure that I
would be very good at it.

Yeah.

Too honest.

No, no, I never,
I never said that.

You said I danced
with the devil.

That had nothing
to do with honesty.

And that it's
nothing personal?
It wasn't.

But it is to me.
It is.

It is personal.

It's who I am.

It's what I do and I love it.

I make no apologies.
Nor should you.

I think the world of you, Lee...

...but...

But what?

I don't know.
(sighs)

Well, for a couple
of professional problem solvers,

we're not... very good at this.

(both laugh)

It's time...

for me to take a step back.

Okay.

(whispering):
I'm sorry.

Yeah, me, too.

I don't know, I still think,
uh, McGee shouldn't tell her.

Well, this is gonna
make that a lot harder.

BISHOP: I have to say, Nick, for
someone who's lied for a living,

you sure have a lot of
opinions about lying.

Lying undercover is nothing
like real life. Okay?

For one thing,
actual lives are at stake.

Well, sometimes
in real life, too.

TORRES:
Oh, like, uh...

like with your family, Alex?

Like all that
necessary evil stuff? Hmm?

What are you not telling us?

Just keep it moving, sister,
nothing to see here.

What is it Mark Twain said?

"If you always tell the truth,

you never have
to remember anything"?

Mark Twain never found a body
under his bed.

Hey, how'd it go
with Triff?

Uh... it, uh, it went well.

I got what I needed, sort of.

Well, we were just saying
how you made the right call

by not telling Delilah.

No, we weren't.

I told her.

What? When?

Just now,
on the way back.

Kind of had to with
the news and everything.

Whoa, you told,
you told her everything?

The body and
the triple homicides?

Everything...

except the part about me knowing

about the triple homicide
beforehand.

I'm not crazy.

I'm counting on each one of you
to keep that secret for me.

It dies with me, homie.

Me, too.

Whatever.

Hey, so, uh...
how'd she take it?

Surprisingly well.

Well, there's gonna
be, I think, a lot

of disinfecting and sage-ing
in the next couple months.

(Quinn chuckles)

(door unlocks and opens)

(dog barking in distance)

Hello?

Who's there?

Someone there?

McGee.

Hey, boss.

You gonna help me
fix your floors or what?

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