NCIS (2003–…): Season 14, Episode 24 - Rendezvous - full transcript

(birds chirping)

(British accent):
This spot looks good.

(British accent):
Smells awful.

Oh. That's the sulfur
from the mine's runoff.

You saw what they were
dumping upstream.

Bet you we find acid
and radon levels off the charts.

Assuming we don't
get killed first.

Oh, please, Doug,
don't start again.

Please, Julie.

I think I've earned
the right to complain.

Do you know many husbands who'd
agree to be chained to a tree

on their honeymoon?

That wasn't just a tree.

That was an old-growth forest
that was being illegally logged.

Yeah. And who was
right there by your side

blocking that whaling ship with
nothing but an inflatable raft?

You gonna whine or help me check
the water for particulates?

I can multitask.

And then I'm done.

I draw the line

at lawless
South American jungles.

Did you hear a word that guide
said when he dropped us off?

Between the local rebel groups
and the drug lords,

we're gonna get ourselves
killed this time.

Nobody's getting killed.

The most dangerous thing
out here is this water.

*

This is no ordinary case.

It involves one of our own.

I need everyone
at the top of their game.

I'm always
at the top of my game.

I like your attitude, Torres.

But you're sitting this one out.

Quinn, can I count on you
for drinks and balloons?

On it.

Hey. What's,
uh, going on?

Nothing that concerns you.

You men are not invited
to this baby shower.

Um, I think Delilah's
baby shower does concern me.

And Delilah as well.

FYI, men do go to baby showers.

This is not the time to argue.

I'm not.

Us girls have this
totally covered,

so you can just go relax.

Okay.

I just scored down in evidence.

And there are two more boxes
of decorations down there.

Mm-hmm.
Tried to return them

to the original owner, but
they said to toss them, so...

You know I love recycling.

Those are from a domestic
dispute case; you remember that?

The two cousins
that, uh,

argued over the baby's name,
shot each other.

And this is why men aren't
invited to baby showers.

And this is why
I don't have kids.
(phone chimes)

Oh, who needs kids
when you have Mom?

McGEE: Look, Abby, I appreciate
everything you're doing, okay?

But I need to check
with Delilah.

Who wears the pants
in the family, mate?

This has nothing to do with--
No, I'm...

I'm saying that we just need
to slow down here, okay?

Maybe Delilah's sister
wants to throw the shower.

Maybe Delilah wants
to wait a little longer.

Nope, clock's ticking.
I know!

I mean, I know.

It's okay.

You're gonna be
a fantastic father.

GIBBS: And now
it's time to be

a fantastic agent, Tim.

MTAC.

Right now. Let's go.

(stuffy): Agent Gibbs,
nice to finally meet you.

McGee, long time no see.

How you been, Taggart?

Horrible.

The humidity in Jacksonville
was wreaking havoc on my sinuses

so I requested a transfer.

And where did the geniuses
at HQ send me?

The embassy in Paraguay.

I have to stick my head
in the dryer

if I want to take
a deep breath.

That why you
called us, Taggart?

Give us an update
on your sinuses?

No.

Because of this.

Two chemists found it while

doing an environmental survey
of a uranium mine down here.

They turned it into the local
police, who ran the prints

through their immigration
fingerprinting system.

Who is it?

Prints were a match for
a Petty Officer Matthew Dean.

Several more body parts
washed up on the bank

near where the hand was found.

We presume it's the rest of him.

It's all on its way to you now.

Was Dean deployed to Paraguay?

No, he'd recently entered
the country on a tourist visa.

Alone?

You know as much as we do.

The area he was found in
is fairly lawless.

It's hard to get good info.
All we know is

he shouldn't have
been here at all.

State issued a travel advisory
for American citizens

three weeks ago
due to rebel activity.

Well, those are just guidelines.

Can't stop an American citizen
from traveling if they want to.

Regular citizens, no.

But military personnel
were forbidden.

Dean violated orders
when he came down here.

Which begs the question...

What the hell was
he doing there?

Petty Officer First Class
Matthew Dean, 28 years old.

Finished his BUD/SEAL
training in '09.

BISHOP: And that is
pretty much all we know.

SEAL records are need-to-know.

And right now Quinn is at the
Pentagon trying to dig up more.

He married?
TORRES: To his
childhood sweetheart.

His Facebook profile

says his favorite
performers are The Doors

and, uh, Meat Loaf.

He has no kids.

Anything link him to Paraguay?

No, but we do have a theory

on what he might've been
doing there.

Also courtesy of Facebook,

we learned that Dean once
sailed across the Pacific.

Alone.

McGEE:
And before that,

he summited
Mount Kilimanjaro.

Also alone.
Oh, a man after my own heart.

Except for the mountain climbing
and the sailing.

And, uh, the Meat Loaf.

Hey, I like Meat Loaf.

Why are we talking
about Meat Loaf?

You got a theory
or not?

We do.

Boss, this is
the Paraguay River.

It's not quite
the Amazon,

but it's got some
pretty serious rapids,

especially if you're into
that sort of thing.

And Petty Officer Dean
is very much

into that
sort of thing.

There are dozens of photos taken
of him on these rafting trips.

TORRES: Yeah, we're thinking
he went down to Paraguay

for his latest eco-adventure.

Against orders?

Work in progress.

Keep working.

Bishop, talk to the wife.

See what she knows.

When the Navy officers
showed up at my door,

before they'd even said a word,
I knew.

I've woken from that same
nightmare 100 times before,

but this time...

I can't seem to wake up.

We understand.

Every time he deployed,
I couldn't sleep.

It's ironic.

I always worried he'd
get killed in a shoot-out

or... parachuting
into a war zone.

Never did I think he'd
die on a fishing trip.

That's what he was doing
in Paraguay, fishing?

Paraguay?

BISHOP:
Yeah, that's uh...

that's where his remains
were found.

Where did you think he was?

Canada, on a, on a fishing trip.

Alone?

That wasn't unusual.

After every deployment,

he'd take a trip to...
decompress.

Some place with no TVs,
no cell phones...

no people.

And then, when he
would come home,

he would be
my Matty again.

He said he was going to Canada.

What was he doing
back in Paraguay?

Wait, what do you mean
"back in Paraguay"?

He's been there before?

Look, if there's
something you know,

we should know that, too.

I know that he was in Paraguay
on his last SEAL mission.

Doing what?

That I don't know.
He couldn't tell me.

He shouldn't have even
told me where he was,

much less what the mission was.

But I know who does know.

JOSEPHSON:
Yes, I was Dean's commander

for his last SEAL mission.

But that's all
I'm at liberty to say.

Though, I'll add, his loss is
a gut-punch on the rhino farm.

I'll do anything I can to help.

We need to know what
you were doing in Paraguay.

(laughs) No can do, sport.

That's need-to-know.

So much for that help.

Sorry, Chippy.

You want operational details,

you're gonna have to go
through the proper channels.

We are.

Budget cuts to
the State Department

leave them understaffed;
it's taking forever.

You think you got problems?

I'm back in Mosul again, Ace,
as in Iraq.

I'd rather be stuck
in an elevator

with Justin Bieber
than back here.

(chuckles):
Hell, I'd rather be...

When was the last time
you talked to Dean?

Well, let's see.

Called me about three weeks ago.

Invited me on a fishing trip
he was taking with Charlie.

"Charlie." Is that
an actual person's name

or is that just another nick...?

Petty Officer Charlie Hudson.

A fellow SEAL.

Unfortunately, I wouldn't
have been back in time to go.

(quietly): Boss,
Dean told his wife he was

going on that
fishing trip alone.

Did Dean say anything else
about the trip?

That's all I got for you.

Petty Officer Hudson-- need
to talk to him. Where is he?

Don't know.

And good luck finding him.

He's discharged,
he lives in a motorhome,

and he never parks
in the same place twice.

BOLO, on it.

Thanks for all your help,
Skippy.

Well, here's a thigh.

And a leg.

I got a wing.

(laughing)

That's classic.

Goodfellas? Joe Pesci?

(imitating Joe Pesci):
"What do you like?

You like the leg or you
like the wing, Henry?"

Dr. Palmer,
I haven't the faintest idea

what you're talking about,

but we are dealing here
with a combat veteran.

I would hope that you show
a little more respect.

You're right, of
course, Dr. Mallard.

I-I realized that the
second that I said it.

It was totally inappropriate.
Good.

(imitating Joe Pesci):
"Now go get your shine box."

You've seen Goodfellas.

Yes.

That was one compelling movie.

Actually, I saw it
with Gibbs.

Really?
Gibbs sees movies?

Like, made after 1957?

What's your point?

Whoa. That was an impressively
quiet entrance.

Wow.

This all there is?

Yes. And the lack of a skull

rules out confirming
Petty Officer Dean's identity

using dental records.

Abby, however,

is running DNA tests,

and I made a positive match
of this tattoo with a photo

from Dean's medical records.

Got a cause of death?

Well, you're asking me

if his dismemberment
was pre- or postmortem.

That I can't tell you, yet.

But whenever it was,

it was caused by
some kind of machete.

More specifically, a very
angry man with a machete.

Not necessarily.

Tribal witch doctors
have been known

to hunt down albinos,

and then hack off body parts
to use for certain potions,

uh, to cure a variety of ills.

Not albino, Duck.

Lot of good it did him.

I'm afraid that's all
we have for you now.

I got something.

The BOLO on Petty Officer
Charlie Hudson's

motorhome came back.

Yeah? So what are you
still doing here?

You know, you don't fool me.

(whispers):
I know you like me.

I know you like me, too.

Oh, yeah?

I'm getting less and less
certain by the second.

(clears throat)

Park ranger said
it's been here about two weeks.

Any sign of Petty
Officer Hudson?

Not since he parked here.

Said he actually paid up front,
only one week, though.

Park ranger actually said
he just called the tow truck.

Well, in that case,
we're free to enter.

All right, let me go in first.

Why?

You're gonna be a father, man.
Look, I never wanted a kid,

but if I did, I'd want to see
his first soccer game

and meet his first girlfriend,
all right?

Let's just watch your back.
Could be anything inside.

I appreciate that, okay? But
that's what I got the gun for,

and 14 years of on-the-job
professional training.

All right, roger that.

Just looking out for you, bro.

I know.

TORRES:
Clear.

It's not the word I would use.

I mean, this place is a mess.

I found a travel memo
for Hudson.

Let me guess, Paraguay.

Round-trip ticket.

Left two weeks ago.

Looks like he went fishing
with his buddy Dean, after all.

What do you think were they
planning on catching with these?

Night vision goggles.

Look at that.

Detonators.

Looks like they took
most of them.

You know, I'm not
much of a fisherman.

Fish, water-- it's not my thing.

But whatever these guys
were doing down in Paraguay...

They weren't going fishing.

You know, I can't imagine
ever living out of a motorhome.

Ugh, really?

I have always wanted to.

I could get rid of my car,
I'd get rid of my apartment.

Technically, you'd still own
a car and an apartment.

Huh.

Way to just kill
a lifelong ambition.

GIBBS:
Okay.

What do we got?

Oh, what we've got is

prep for a fishing trip if
you're gonna go after Moby Dick.

Or else, Dean and Hudson
were preparing for war.

Yeah, we don't know
where they got this stuff yet,

but we were able
to work backwards

through the packing material
to identify

sniper rifle scopes,
smoke grenades.

We got remote detonators,
tear gas.

BISHOP:
And enough ammo to

do something really bad.

ABBY: I mean, how did they get
this stuff down to Paraguay?

I can't even get my dog collar
through security.

They left a lot behind.
Mm-hmm.

Good eye, and they
didn't just leave

odds and ends behind.

There's boxes
for four backpacks.

But... two were left behind.

And there's boxes for
four night-vision goggles.

Two were left behind.

Yeah, got it.

Prepped for four,
only two geared up.

So who didn't
go? And we know

Commander Josephson
is in Mosul.

So we have a missing fourth.

And we have a lead
on who that might be.

Found this picture
in the motorhome.

And I've got a funny feeling

that fourth guy
is our fourth guy.

You run facial
recognition?

Yeah.

Petty Officer
Christopher Clayton.

So if he is our fourth guy,
why didn't he go on the trip?

(woman speaking indistinctly
over P.A.)

Well, that answers
that question.

Oh, thank God. I've been
pushing the call button

for five minutes.

Uh, no. Not nurses, uh...

Special Agents Bishop and Quinn.

NCIS.
I don't care who you are.

I got an itch on my foot,
you got to get it.

Uh-huh.

Right, well, um,

that's all you,
'cause I don't do feet.

(sighs)
Fine.

Only because
we need information.

Come on, come on,
come on, come on.

(moaning):
Oh, yeah.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

That's so good.

Harder.

Ah, a little harder.

Little harder.
Okay. Done here.

That's fine.
Ask me anything you want.

You're my hero.

All right, well, I go first.

When was the last time you spoke
to Petty Officer Matthew Dean?

Couple weeks ago. Why?

What'd you talk about?

Said he and Hudson

had something big coming up.

Asked if I was free.

I said yes,
then suddenly wasn't.

Take a guess why.

What happened?

My six-year-old's
birthday party.

Let's just say I'm much better

at kicking ass
than roller-skating,

and leave it at that.

So, did Petty Officer Dean

tell you what
"something big" was?

No.

What's this all about?

Well, he told his wife
he was going fishing in Canada,

and that was a lie.

Really?

How strange.

FYI, withholding information

from federal investigators
is a crime.

(sighs)

"Going fishing"
was Dean and Hudson's code

for going to Vegas.

Oh. And how often
did they do that?

Too much.

They were good guys,
but had a gambling problem.

Both of them owed
a lot of people a lot of money.

Except this time,
your friends didn't go to Vegas.

They went to Paraguay.

Don't know anything about that.

Except for the fact that your
last mission was in Paraguay.

No comment.

That's something
I can't talk about.

Okay, well, Petty Officer Dean

was killed
in the jungles of Paraguay,

and Petty Officer Hudson
is missing.

What?

What happened?

That's what we're trying
to find out.

So if you want
to help your friend,

you'll let us know what you were
doing in Paraguay last time.

Commander Josephson's SEAL team
was sent down to Paraguay

on a recon mission
to gather intelligence

on a rebel group called

the Revolutionary Armed Council.

My international contacts
are telling me R.A.C.

isn't actually rebelling
against anything.

They're just thugs,
plain and simple.

They move in a lawless area

of the country,
kidnapping children,

turning them into soldiers
to steal with them.

What are they stealing?

VANCE:
Uranium.

Paraguay's recently
been investing heavily

in uranium mining.

R.A.C. has made it their mission
to steal as much as they can

so they can sell it
on the black market.

That's everything the D.O.D.
has on them.

It's not a lot.

Hence the recon mission.
VANCE: I'm guessing

the Pentagon thought
if they followed the money,

they could find out
who was buying the uranium.

But Clayton said the
mission went sideways.

When his team was discovered,
they only survived

because a local villager
helped them escape.

REEVES: Not a place I'd be
eager to go back to, either.

Unless, they were
heavily in debt.

And R.A.C. had "barrels of
cash just lying around,"

which is an exact quote
from Petty Officer Clayton.

McGEE: You know,
what if Dean and Hudson

went back for the money grab?

VANCE: And things
went south again.

Do we know if these guys
were anywhere

near where Dean's body
was found?

No, but Torres and Quinn

have been checking
military satellite footage,

but nothing's tasked
to the area.

I've got an idea.

You remember
Abby's friend, Carol?

Now, she has a friend
who knows...

McGee, come on.
Get to the point.

All right.

We may have a contact at NOAA.

They've got weather satellites

covering the entire planet;
resolution isn't as good

as the military satellites,

but we should be able
to pick something up.

If not R.A.C.,
Petty Officer Hudson.

Still missing.

Yeah, go.

Take Abby. Go.

CURTIS:
NCIS.

Again.

Hey, McGee.

Hello, hello... hello.

And you must be Carol's friend.

Curtis Hubley.

But you can call me
anything you want.

How does
"totally inappropriate" sound?

Spicy.

Curtis, we don't have
a lot of time.

Right. Captain Carol
gave me the skinny.

(imitating William Shatner):
"Full power, Scotty."

Our older satellites don't have
quite the resolution you need,

but our new GOES-16
has ten times the imaging power.

Do you like Mexican food?

I'm not going
to dinner with you.

How do you feel about brunch?

Now you're just being rude.

Curtis.
Sorry.

This is the area where you said
your SEAL was found.

I programmed a macro to flag

any movement
in the surrounding forest.

There was definitely
activity yesterday

in that area.

What are those?

Good question.

I'm happy to explain that to you
over some tapas.

I'm a very nonviolent person,
but I will slap you.

Is it that easy?

Ouchy.

That signal appears
to be a group

of about ten armed guerillas.

R.A.C.
Heading away from

a town called Val Verde.

Definitely in the same area.

That is not a coincidence.

Yeah. Where were they going?

Looks like
some kind of compound.

Bunch of them
went into one of the huts.

Didn't come out
until the next morning.

Maybe that's where they sleep.

What is that?

CURTIS:
Another body.

Someone was watching the huts.

Looks like all night.

You thinking what I'm thinking?

That could be Hudson,
our missing petty officer.

How do, gents?

Abby asked me to keep an eye
on her blood-thingy machine.

Said if it spits anything out,
I should get it to you.

Oh, much appreciated, Clayton.

Anything to report?

JIMMY:
Yes.

Dr. Mallard is quite
the Scorsese fan.

Who knew?

I meant about the body.

Well, I can verify
that a machete

was used to dismember
most of this lad.

Most?

Yes, the hand was removed
by some other bladed weapon.

Maybe there was two attackers.

Perhaps.

Of course,

the other possibility
that comes to mind is...

Doctor?

I need to see Gibbs.

McGEE: It appears to be some
kind of sleeping quarters,

housing maybe a dozen
or so R.A.C. guerillas.

And we think we found
Petty Officer Hudson.

What is he doing out there?

Well, remember those
barrels of cash the R.A.C. has?

Hudson's SEAL-mate says that
they hide them in their huts.

ABBY: We think
Hudson's just waiting

for the right time
to go for the gold.

I can relate.

Zip it, creepy guy.
Okay.

Curtis, I need a closer look.

McGEE: Now, the weapon's
the right size for a Colt M4A1.

We also found leftover rounds
from a Colt in Hudson's trailer.

So, it's got to be him.

So, what's the
plan, boss?

Track him, long as you can.

Pick him up
when he tries to move.

Whoa!

Stop it right there.
Freeze it.

All right, back it up.

Stop. Right there.

Loop it.

Wait, is he
missing his...

Jethro, I have news.

Ah.

Abby, the, uh, DNA
that you were running

on Petty Officer Dean
has finished processing.

So, did my babies prove that
it is in fact his hand?

Yes, but you got
a different result

from the other body parts.

Who?

They belong to
Petty Officer Hudson.

Hudson isn't missing.
He's down in autopsy.

And since the only body part
Dean appears to be missing

is his hand, it's entirely
possible he's still alive.

Doc? You think?

REEVES: Who wants
to tell the bloke

we found his missing hand?

Uh, something's up.

GIBBS:
Bishop, coordinate

with Special Agent Taggart
in Paraguay.

Country and weapons clearance,
you, me and McGee.

Wait, what's going on?

Petty Officer Dean is alive,

minus his right hand.

Uh, what about Hudson?

Dead.

Those are his body parts
in autopsy.

Did you find out what
they were doing in Paraguay?

You ever ever see the movie
Three Kings?

We're guessing
they went back

for R.A.C.'s money.

When do we leave?

First available flight.

Take care of
travel arrangements.

Uh, hey, Gibbs?
Why is she going instead of me?

Uh, why not?

(speaks Spanish)

(speaks Spanish)

TORRES:
Okay.

(speaks Spanish)

But I spent half of
my life down there,

and... I blend in.

That's a good point.

All right, got it.

Bishop, stay here.
Provide support for Quinn.

Petty Officer Dean's wife,
first thing in the morning,

you catch her up.

We didn't discuss
how you're gonna handle this.

How I'm gonna handle this?
No, he said both of us.

Bringing her good news
this time.

(groans)
It's so awkward.

We left her thinking
her husband's dead.

She's probably
in mourning,
(doorbell rings)

making funeral
arrangements.

Just tell the truth.

That we jumped to conclusions?

We only had her husband's hand

and were misled
by the other body parts? Mm.

No, that's the bad news.

Now, we tell her
the surveillance evidence

indicates that her husband
is alive.

Yay. She should be thrilled.
(phone ringing)

Oh, I got to take this.
It's Mom.
Okay.

QUINN:
Yeah?

Agent Bishop.
What is it now?

(birds chirping)

(dogs barking in distance)

McGEE: (sighs) Those last
ten miles were torture.

Think I threw out my back.

Yeah, you should have sat
in the rear seat, man.

My butt is numb.

Split up.

All right.

You know what?
I have got to pee, and I do not

see a gas station
anywhere around here.

Why didn't you go when
we stopped on the road?

Well, because I didn't
need to go then.

You got to plan ahead, bud.

The cantina.

I'm gonna try
the cantina.

I hope you make it.

Quinn, did they land yet?

Have you heard anything?

Well, I spoke to McGee
hours ago,

and he said they were
on their way to Val Verde.

(sighs)
It's so frustrating.

I have been over

and over Petty Officer
Hudson's mobile home

trying to find any clue

as to how
they might have

gotten their equipment
past customs,

but I didn't find anything.

Well, we may have a lead.

I've been going through both
petty officers' phone records.

Right before they left,

Dean was in contact with this

international relief
organization that ships food,

clothing, medical supplies
all around the world.

I don't think they would ship
military equipment.

Agreed,

but the charity has regional
branches all over the world,

one being Paraguay.

Sounds like
too much of a coincidence.

(hangs up phone)

Do you have something?

Well, I talked to someone...

...who admitted
he spoke to Dean.

But when I pressed him,
he got squirrelly and hung up.

I think I should
pay him a visit.

(dogs barking, goats bleating
in distance)

(speaking Spanish)

No.

(clicks tongue,
speaks Spanish)

(speaking Spanish)

(clicking tongue)

Buenas tardes, señorita.

Would you rather speak
in English?

Well, sí. Yeah, sure.

How'd you know I do?

I saw the men you
came into town with.

Ah.

You speak the language well.

(chuckles softly)

Thank you.

I study it in the city.

We do not see many strangers
in this town anymore.

Why are you here?

We're looking for a man.

Have you seen
this guy?

What about this guy?

No.

All right.

Does this have something to do
with the rebels?

The R.A.C.?

Maybe.

Have they been through here?

They took my brother, Ramón.

McGEE:
Well, boss,

couldn't get anyone to talk.

They're afraid of something.

Yeah. Gathered that.

Ten kilometers, on foot,

to the coordinates where
the satellite spotted Dean.

It'll be dark
before we get there.

Got to find
some place to stay.

BURKE: Okay, let's pack 'em
and stack 'em, boys and girls.

No time for chitchat.

BISHOP:
Well, make time.

NCIS.

Same NCIS you hung up
on earlier.

Sorry, got nothing
more to say.

You said you spoke to
Petty Officer Dean.

Mm-hmm.

Not sure what
your relationship with him

is exactly,
but, uh, can't imagine

he's worth
going to prison for.

Prison? For shipping a box?

And what was in this box?

I have no clue.

It was sealed shut when
they dropped it off.

Who's they?

Hudson and Dean.

Asked me for a favor,
so I said sure,

added their package
to our haul.

You expect us to believe
you're stupid enough

to send some mystery box
to Paraguay?

Yeah. Three of us go way back.

You guys serve together?

No, I never actually made it
through basic.

We met down at The Anchor Bar.

A lot of SEAL teams
hang out there.

And you'd do pretty much
anything they asked,

right, mate?

(scoffs)
Anything within reason.

They're American heroes.

Aren't they?

McGEE:
Hey, find anything?

Yeah. Found a casita.

Only one room, though.

Hope you don't snore, McGee.

I don't.
Yeah, I got it.

Who's he talking to?

Bishop.

You ready for
that, Timmy? Hmm?

(softly):
Yeah.

Oh. What'd Bishop say?

We should go to church.

Oh, my mom would be
so happy right now.

(door opens)

(bell tolling in distance)

(door closes)

Uh, well...

(speaks Spanish)
You're up.

Señora...

I think I'm the one
you need to speak to.

This man-- we think
he's around here and hurt.

Have you seen him?

GIBBS:
Petty Officer Dean?

NCIS.

Hudson and I didn't come down
to Paraguay to steal money.

RICARDO:
They were here to

rescue my son Enrique.

Last year, we were part
of a four-man SEAL team

gathering intelligence
on the R.A.C.

The mission went south.

We would have all been killed
if it wasn't for Ricardo.

He helped us escape
and hid us here.

RICARDO:
Three weeks ago,

rebels raided our village
and took Enrique

and two other boys

to be child soldiers.

In three months,
they'll be brainwashed guerillas

who'd kill their own family.

I didn't know what to do.

DEAN: He called me.
We owed Ricardo big-time.

You and Hudson came down here
alone, off the books?

Did you have a plan?

Obviously not a good one.

We were ambushed
surveying the compound.

Hudson was killed,
and, well,

most of me escaped.

Had to hurt.

I don't think about it.

The truck is hidden.

Yeah, good.

All right, we
rest up tonight.

We take shifts
on guard.

We leave at dawn.

Get you some medical attention.

I'm fine. Docs aren't gonna
grow me a new hand.

Damn. And I thought I was tough.

The R.A.C.'s not gonna
stop looking for you, Dean.

I appreciate your concern,
but this isn't over.

It should have never started.

You got a wife at home.

From what I hear, she
still seems to love you.

Ricardo's got a son
who loves him.

I'm not leaving
without the kid.

TAGGART: I've coordinated with
the Paraguayan military.

They know we have
three agents in country.

What else do they know?

Not much.

Okay, Fleet Forces has an LPD
with helicopter support

off the coast of Brazil
within range of the target.

We're just waiting for the exact
location of the landing zone.

Royal Navy is standing by
for backup, if needed.

Copy that.

Director Vance.

Been a long time.

Someone gonna tell me what
the hell is going on in here?

We are organizing
support for Gibbs.

Support for what?

GIBBS (over speaker):
A rescue mission.

Gibbs?

He's on satellite phone.

Petty Officer Dean is alive?

Yeah.

He and Hudson came down here
alone to rescue a child

who was kidnapped
by rebel terrorists.

And?

And we're planning to help him

before pulling out
tomorrow morning.

His dad saved the lives
of four Navy SEALS last year.

Gibbs, I can't sanction
a covert operation

in a foreign country
by my agents.

Not asking you to, Leon.

What exactly are you asking for?

Navy helicopter.

Emergency extraction
of United States citizens.

It's all lined up.
Just needs your approval.

All your actions
must be defensive, Gibbs.

Understood.

DEAN: Now, the hut
where they bunk Enrique

and the other
kids is here.

About one klick south is a
clearing for the helicopter.

I've snuck out the past few
days to reconnoiter the place.

That's where we picked you up
on satellite.

The optimum time
to strike is 0630.

Night guards are
tired, half asleep.

Regulars don't show up
until 30 minutes later.

We've got preset remote-control
charges and enough weapons,

but we are heavily
outnumbered.

And the helicopter will be

at the extreme limit
of its range.

It will only be able
to stay on the ground

three minutes.

Hmm.

You were gonna do this
all by yourself, Rambo?

No helo, just one hand?

(door opens)

All right,
it's my turn to stand watch.

McGEE:
It's dark out there, quiet.

No one's on the street.

TORRES:
Copy.

Call your wife.

You got a lot
of explaining to do.

She's tough.

Only person I'm afraid of.

Well, speaking of wives,
I finally talked to Delilah.

How is she?

Not bad.
She's over the morning sickness.

Had her first good day
in a couple weeks.

You know, Tim,
there's no obligation here.

Strictly voluntary.

Good.

Well, you got
new responsibilities.

Boss, I appreciate that,

but don't forget
I'm an NCIS special agent.

(birds chirping)

(rooster crowing in distance,
chickens clucking)

(man speaks Spanish)

Bishop, where's that helo?

Five kilometers east
and holding.

Waiting.
Fuel's critical.

All right, boss,
it's ready and waiting.

Torres...
are you set?

Hold on, hold on.

Gibbs, the regulars are coming.

They're early.

We're blowing the trucks.

Bring in the helo now.

(men shouting in Spanish)

Dean!
Enrique.
Your father's waiting.

(men shouting in Spanish)

(gunfire continues)

Go! I got this!

I got you. Come on.

Come on!

Enrique!

ENRIQUE:
Papa!

(Ricardo shouting in Spanish)

All right, come on.

Come on! (speaks Spanish)

Come on.
(speaks Spanish)

Get out of here!

All right, take off!

If the copter blows,
everyone dies.

Nick, you got 'em.

Tim, what are you doing?!

Tim!

(indistinct
military radio chatter)

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