NCIS (2003–…): Season 14, Episode 6 - Shell Game - full transcript

What about her?

Mm-hmm.

* I got no worries *

I like her hair.

* And I don't know why *

Can I cut her?

I don't need the money now.

Okay.

* Oh, I got to sing
with some disgrace *

* I'm in no hurry *

No...

* And I don't know why *

* I don't know why *

* Oh, no, no *

Shh.

* Girls rock your boys *

Mmm.

* We'll get wild, wild, wild *

* Come on, feel the noise *

* Girls rock your boys *

* We'll get wild, wild, wild *

* Baby *

* Come on! *

Really? Really, you want
a fight? You want a fight?

'Cause I'm gonna win.

Technology tantrum.

Joining my club, McGee?

No, I am not having a tantrum.

This is just
what happens

when a perfectly
rational machine

behaves completely irrationally.

Look at this. Look at this.

Okay.

You have one
new e-mail-- so?

Watch what happens
when I try and open it.

Huh. Where is it?

That's exactly my point.

It's the most basic function

of e-mail since
the invention of it,

but this one refuses to open.
Hmm.

Morning!

Oh, wow. That's
team spirit.

Yes, Abby knitted this herself.

It's not exactly my style,
but I wear it proudly.

You know,
Abby made me some, uh, socks

when I first joined here.
Very cozy.

She made me this friendship
bracelet.

Ooh. And what about you, Nick--
what'd she make you?

Ooh, she forgot Nick.

Oh, no, no, no--
Abby doesn't forget.

I don't wear vests, okay?

And I definitely don't
wear fu-fu colors.

"Fu-fu"?
Yeah, uh, blue or something.

I think she called it,

uh, cobalt?

Alex?

Mm! You look fantastic.

I'm so glad it fits.

Mm-hmm.

Doesn't she look great, Nick?

Oh, yeah, no one, no one
wears wool like, uh, like Alex.

You know, it's the first
cold day of the year.

You a little cold,
Nick?

Yeah, well, I have, uh...

I have a jacket, so, uh...

I feel pretty
comfortable.

Abby, you know,
I was wondering what is this

side little pocket for?

That's your
secret agent pocket.

So you can hide things,
like, really stealthily.

Like a-a microRecorder or
a safe deposit key or-or

a cyanide capsule.

I probably won't do the last
one, but thank you.

McGee, Quinn,
grab your gear.

Got a lead on our
missing petty officer.

Kelly Ristow?
That's-that's amazing.

She's been missing
for days.

Dead or alive, boss?
Don't know.

All they have is fingerprints.

At a homicide.

Come on, Bob.
We're live in ten.

Got dressed up for your victim?

Agent McGee,
thanks for coming.

Detective Campbell.

Saw that camera
crew out front--

you wearing that tie
for the press conference?

Wanted to get the word out
that a Navy petty officer

is missing and may be

a material witness.

You called the media
to a crime scene?

Gibbs.
Nice to see you, too.

No press.

My crime scene,
my rules.

I invited NCIS here
as a courtesy.

How about as a courtesy

I don't kick your ass?

You know what?

Maybe I'll send
a press release.

Agent Francis,
what do we know?

Well, I know

you haven't returned
my last three phone calls.

Oh,

uh, you know, um...
You've been

meaning to call
but you forgot.

You know what, no.
You're a really sweet guy,

and we did have something
a while back, but

it's just...
No buts. Hint taken.

No hard feelings, okay?

You'll be hard to stay mad at.

Oh...

So back to business.

Petty Officer Ristow's
fingerprints

were found
all over the basement.

Right, but no
Petty Officer Ristow.

Negative.

Looks like this guy
kept her chained up.

But then face met dumbbell,

and she
got out of Dodge.

Thank you.

Thanks.

Boss, we got a BOLO hit.

TSA's holding
Petty Officer Ristow at Dulles.

Airport?

All right. On my way.

Hey, Gibbs, where you off to?

Right. You got it.

That the dead guy's cell phone?

Yeah, standard burner.

Either never used

or he deleted everything.

So, uh, you don't mind
if I keep it.

Can't. Procedure.
Come on.

Um... I mean, Tim,
you heard him--

I mean, it's his
crime scene.

it's his evidence.

You're right.

I'm sorry, uh,

Detective Campbell,
I apologize.

We, uh, we took some crime
scene photos earlier. So, uh,

if any of 'em could be of any
use, just let us know.

Thanks.

I think we're good to go.

Dead body's all yours.

This is the final boarding call
for Flight 239...

...passengers must board
at this time.

Special Agent Gibbs?

Gregg Rogers, TSA.

It's a real honor, sir.

You have our petty officer?

Yeah, she's
locked up tight.

Don't like
holding military.

What'd she do,
exactly?

Don't tell me if it
compromises national security.

Although I will
take any secret to my grave.

Is she in here?

Yeah, it's our detention area.

Open it.

She's pretty beat up
and she keeps

asking for her husband.

Is she a spy?

You don't have to say
if she is.

Seriously?

It's...

Agent Yellow,
this is Agent Blue.

What's the code
for the big metal door?

Over.

Come in, Agent Yellow.

You got a key, Agent Blue?

Oh, yeah.

Whoa, whoa, whoa! Stop!
Get away from me!

Get away!
Kelly, Kelly. Hey.

Help me!

That mystery e-mail
still driving you nuts?

It's not driving me nuts,

it's just, it's annoying.

Want to feel better?
How?

Take a look at this.

You have 98,000

unread e-mails?

98 plus.

How? Why?

Well, when I was
undercover I-I...

I never checked them,
you know?

So, I could never...
I could never catch up,

so at some point
I just quit trying, man.

How do you sleep at night?

Oh, on my back. Naked.
Fresh air feels nice.

I need a sitrep.

Uh, boss, Petty
Officer Ristow

spent the night in the hospital.
She's being treated

for malnutrition,
minor injuries.

Now, physically,
she'll be okay,

but psychologically,
it's another story.

Yeah. Quinn and Bishop
are with her now.

The husband?

M.I.A.
Pinged his phone.

Nothing.
BOLO out on him and his car,

a 1985 Oldsmobile
Cutlass Supreme.

What do we know about him?

Squirrelly.

Direct quote
from Agent Francis.

Well, where is Francis?

Ristow's not
a missing person anymore.

Our case now.

Chris and Kelly
were married

five years ago.
They live in

Wilmington, Delaware.
He works

as a night watchman
for a law firm.

No kids.
And his record is spotless.

Why'd she go to the airport?
Unknown.

No airline charges
on their credit cards.

There any connection between
the husband and the kidnapper?

No. Just a psychopath who wanted
a pretty girl in his basement.

Yeah, well, does the
psychopath have a name?

Yes, Olek Lazarenko. Ukrainian.

Real piece of work.
It's actually faster

to list the crimes
he didn't commit.

Getting his face
smashed in by a dumbbell

seems pretty appropriate.

He deserved it.

Go to where
the husband works.

See what they know.

I know this is difficult,
but we have to

ask you a few questions.

Is this the man
who kidnapped you?

Did you kill him?

I had to.

Am I under arrest?
No.

Not remotely.

You're the victim here.
It was clearly

self-defense.

Can you tell us
how you were kidnapped?

Well, I'd just
gotten home from my shift.

Started unloading groceries.

Around what time?

Uh, around midnight.

I was putting stuff away, and...

and suddenly

there was a hand on my mouth.

Kelly, when you escaped,

why not go to the police?

Why go to the airport?

It's where Chris
said to meet him.

You spoke to Chris,
your husband?

After I escaped...

I just started running.

And I borrowed
some man's cell phone.

I called Chris, and he said

we needed to meet
at the airport right away.

Why?

To leave the country.

He said
he'd explain later.

But he wasn't at the airport.

Can I go home now?

I'm sorry. We need to keep you
in protective custody.

Why do I need protection?

That animal

acted alone.

Are you sure?

Where was Chris
when you were taken?

At work... graveyard shift.

Have to ask-- were you
and Chris fighting recently?

Wait... what?

You don't think--?

No, no, no.
Chris didn't do anything.

He's in danger.

We think you're the one
in danger.

From my own husband?

Kelly, it was the Navy

who reported
your unauthorized absence

when you failed to show up
for duty.

You were gone for five days

and your husband never
reported you missing.

Okay, let's try this again.

There is an e-mail;
it shows that there's an e-mail,

it insist there's an e-mail,
but when I go to it,

there is no actual e-mail.

It's like it disappeared

into the Bermuda Triangle
of electronic transmissions.

McGee, just turn it off and on;
that's what I do.

Torres, I appreciate the help,
okay?

But that is very version seven.

No.

No, no, no. Not me.

I am running version 9.4.3.

Yes.

No. I don't have
time to hold.

Good-bye.

What are you doing?

Well, you know, this place
pretends to be fancy,

but look at this piece of crap.

It's a knockoff.

Hmm. How do you know?

I studied sculpture when I
was undercover in Holland.

My instructor said

I was a keen observer
of the human form.

Admiring our bust?

Yes. In a manner of speaking.

It's, uh,
one of a kind.

Made from the, uh,

the finest marble.
I brought it back

from Florence, myself.

Uh, NCIS,
Special Agent McGee.

This is Special Agent Torres.

Ned Senders,
Sullivan Brady.

Gentlemen.
- Hello.

Let's, uh, go to
our conference room.

Chris ran security at night.

Prompt, polite, hard worker.

He was an excellent employee.

"Was."

Quit five days ago.

Now I know why.

You ever meet his wife?

Maybe once or twice

at the firm's
Christmas party.

Was she ever found?
- She was. Alive.

Unfortunately,
Chris is now missing.

Oh, God.

Terrible.

If there is anything
we can do to help...

Actually, Ned,
um, you mind if I call you Ned?

I have a question
about your bust.

You want to talk
about the sculpture?

Yes, yes, I'm...

I'm a keen observer
of the human form.

Excuse me, Mr. Brady.

Yeah?

Um, I hope you don't mind,
I wanted to ask you

a few more questions
about Chris.

Did you know him well?

Actually, yeah.

Uh, I'm a night owl,
so I work late.

He and I would have
long talks about life.

Life.
So marriage, as well?

Sure.
Kelly was a frequent topic.

Uh, not to speak out of school.

Oh, no. Please, do.
The man is missing.

She cheated on him.

He confided in me
a few years ago.

I gave him the name
of a good divorce attorney.

He never called.

Figured that he and Kelly
patched things up.

Hmm.

I'm guessing Chris Ristow's
not home, Bishop.

So you're what--
gardening?

Nope. There's
always a spare key.

- Mm.
- And it's never under the mat anymore,

but it is here.

- I call it front-stoop fishing.
- Hmm.

Oh! Uh-huh.

I got it.

Yep.

Clear.

Clear.

Whew.

They are messy.

Not even a chuckle?

Ha.

Hmm. Kelly's groceries
are put away.

Yeah, which means Chris has
been here since she disappeared.

The Ristows really like
their dog.

Aw.

Look at Frank.

Dogs love me.

Frank. Come, come.

I'm gonna pack her
a suitcase.

Give her a little
taste of home.

Laptop's here along
with a really nice watch.

They weren't thieves.

They were looking
for something specific.

Yeah, but what?

How did Quinn get this SIM card

if it wasn't even
our crime scene?

Maybe it fell
into her secret agent pocket.

Maybe!

Okay, so you
know that delete

doesn't mean delete-delete,
right?

What do you got, Abs?

Text messages

from the trash bin

magically reincarnated
in front of your eyes.

Okay, so I'm gonna play

the dead guy, Lazarenko.

And you're gonna
be Number One,

the mysterious person
that he was

communicating with.

I got her.

Now what?

Gibbs!

I can't have
a conversation by myself.

It never stopped you before.

I got her.
Now what?

We hold her for a while.

How long?

Till I make a deal.

What can I do to her?

Whatever... you want.

See?

Petty Officer Ristow

wasn't some random

kidnapping victim, Gibbs.

She was targeted
by someone.

Someone who was telling
her kidnapper what to do.

Yeah, and someone who
is still out there.

Hi, honey. Me again.

Please call me.

Please.

Something's wrong.

What if he's been kidnapped?

Is there any reason why Chris
would want to disappear?

What?

No. Why?

Well, you said he wanted
to leave the country.

Yeah, but not without me.

When your kidnapper

was on the phone,
could you hear what he said?

No.

Whenever he came downstairs,

he would always blare
that stupid song.

Kelly, before we got to
your house someone broke in.

What happened?

Someone tore the place apart
looking for something.

Looking for what?

We were hoping
you could tell us.

No.

Look, we have to ask.

Have you had an affair?

We need you to be honest.

We're trying to find
your husband.

It was when we first
got married.

Okay, an old boyfriend,
but he would never do this.

I need you to write down
his name.

Biggest mistake of my life.

Look, we're past it, okay?

Chris forgave me.

You sure about that?

Oh, McGee, put
those dogs away, man.

You're gonna scare
the trick-or-treaters.

You know, Abby, uh,
made these for me,

when I first started
13 years ago.

I wear them anytime I know
I'm gonna work in the lab.

She never mentions it,
but I know she appreciates it.

So you change your socks
when you work downstairs?

Mm-hmm.

And they've lasted
you 13 years?

Well, the trick is
you don't wash them.

Okay, what do we know?

Well, boss,
a lot of evidence is

stacking up
against the husband.

Well, then, tell me, McGee.

Well, one, he's a scorned man.

I mean, she says
he may be over it,

but it could be
on the back burner on simmer.

Yeah, and number
two, his credit is shot.

He's in major debt.

And three months behind
on the mortgage.

Number three,

Kelly Ristow has
an insurance policy.

Half a million dollars.

Chris is its sole beneficiary.

Yeah, if she dies,
his problems go away.

So he hires Lazarenko
to kidnap and torture her.

That's why he never
reported her missing.

His plans changed
when she escapes.

Who ransacked the house?

We think Chris did it,
to make it seem like

he was being chased.

Yeah, then why meet her
at the airport?

He didn't.

And we're still solving
that mystery.

Look at this, boss.

Chris's cell phone records
from that morning.

Now, at 9:21 a.m.,

he gets a call from
an unknown number.

Yeah, that's Kelly
saying she escaped.

And two minutes later,
at 9:23,

he places a call to this number.

Now this number belongs
to Dakota James,

Kelly Ristow's sister.

Lives in Delaware,
near the Ristows.

Bishop.
Yes, Gibbs?

We're sending you an address.

Yeah, he called.

He said that they had found her
and they were meeting up.

Where's my sister?

She's safe with us, but
Chris never showed up.

Any idea where
he could have gone?

What do I know?
They don't tell me anything.

I'm the embarrassment.

Why can't you find him?

Isn't that your job?

We're doing it.

How's their marriage?

Solid.

It's the best thing she's got.

Hmm.

Oh, you're asking about
the cheating.

That's water under the bridge.

They're over that.

Mm-hmm.

All right.

If the brother-in-law
contacts you,

you'll give us a call.

Frank. Come here.

Hey, what are you doing?

Oh, hi.

Aw, that's their dog.

Bishop, how did you know?

Well, Frank is a shredder.

I saw hairs on Dakota's sweater.

All right, Dakota,
Chris was here.

Why don't you tell
us where he is?

I really can't.

He made me promise not to tell.

I need a drink.

Talk now.

You can drink later.

So he finds out his wife
is alive,

and the first thing he does
is make sure his dog's okay?

You know how people are
with their animals.

Uh, I love animals,

but I think I would
love my husband more.

I mean, I don't know
or maybe, you know.

McGee, I'm sorry.
I don't know.

What do you mean you don't know?
You know everything.

Well, I don't know everything.

Did you try just turning it on,
turning it off?

Is Torres rubbing off
on you now?

Abby, can you help me fix this
or not?

McGee, it's one e-mail.

And I'm just, you know,
I'm kind of busy solving murders

and fighting crime.

Hey, Gibbs.

Laptop.

Chris Ristow
has a secret.

And you have three chances
to guess what it is.

Wrong.

Wrong. Wrong.

He's the CEO of an
international corporation.

I thought he was
a night watchman.

Exactly.

QFire, LLC.

Formed in 2012

and has offices in
the Cayman Islands,

Panama, and Ireland.
Never heard of 'em.

Yeah, neither has the Internet.
QFire has no Web site,

no employees,
and no products.

But according to federal tax
records, $3 million in assets.

Not bad for a night watchman.
Yeah, here's the kicker.

QFire was incorporated

and represented by

Thomas, Senders,
Brady & Goldfarb.

That's the law firm
that Chris worked at.

Who owns QFire?
Um...

I haven't been able
to figure that out yet.

There's just so much legal

mumbo jumbo
in all these papers.

McGee, help Abby
dig into these files.

Find our owner.

Yeah, Bishop?

Gibbs, they were headed
to Mexico.

He made his sister-in-law

buy the airline tickets.

And then she said
he left for the airport.

Well, he didn't make it.

Right, he had one stop to make

to get his passports.

Where?

Safety deposit box

in a bank in Wilmington.

Go. Go, go.

Yep. '85 Oldsmobile,
registered

to Chris Ristow.
Look at this.

This broke.

Well, here's her passport.

Where's his?
Right here.

Yeah.

Okay, he comes back
from the bank

with the passports.

Someone surprises him.

They fight.

He drops the passports and
he breaks off the indicator.

Uh, Quinn?

Ooh. That's not oil.

Hey, Ellie.
Thanks for bringing these.

I feel more like myself.

What's the matter?

Kelly...

No.

I'm so sorry, Kelly.

He's not dead.

It's not true.

You-you made a mistake.

What happened?

He was shot trying to get
to you at the airport.

Why?

We are gonna find his killer.

A stitch in time saves nine.

Do you know the derivation
of that phrase, Mr. Ristow?

Uh, I'll tell you later.

Jethro, how do
you always know

just when I've
finished my autopsy?

Instinct.
Well,

timing is everything,
as my mother used to say

when she fed me two teaspoonfuls

of Radio Malt.
It was a mixture

of riboflavin, calciferol,
and molasses.

Delicious.

It's Chris Ristow?

One to the head,
two to the heart.

Abby has the bullets.

Got a time of death, Duck?
I would estimate

he was in that trunk,
ooh, a good 48 hours.

Got anything else, Duck?

Yes. He was shot in the kneecap
before he was killed.

Tortured?
Apparently.

The killer was after something.

You think?

How 'bout $3 million?

Ah.

What were we talking about?

Oh, yes-- a stitch in time.

So, what are you gonna be
for Halloween, Torres?

For Halloween?

Girl, you know I've been
in costume my whole career.

Well, you haven't been
a ghost or a hot dog.

Don't be so sure.
Oh, my.

NCIS. First my office,
now my home.

I'm hosting a party here.

Well, it looks
pretty spooky.

Don't worry, this
won't take too long.

This is Special
Agent Quinn.

Uh, do you recognize this?

Yes, that's ours.

I'll bet you want to know
why Chris Ristow is CEO.

It has piqued
our interest, yes.

Ugh, tax code is complex.

Too complex to explain here.

Oh, well, good news.

We are fast learners,

so just, uh, give
us your best shot.

Okay. QFire is what's called
a shell company.

Uh, a stand-in
for someone's money.

Our clients are
from all over the world,

so when we create a shell,
our employees act as...

principals in name only.

So a shell corp, uh,

hides the client's identity?

Oh, that doesn't
sound shady.

So, QFire and the 3 million?

Chris never had access to it.

Look, you're barking up
the wrong tree here.

This is standard practice
in our business.

And what business is that,
exactly?

The asset protection business.

Who owns QFire?

One of our clients.

Which one?

One who wants
to remain anonymous

and has a legal right
to do so.

I got pumpkins to carve.

Definitely not
hiding anything.

He's just trying
to protect his assets.

You will be fine, Dale.

He's just like a...

like a big ol' pussycat.

You just want to
scratch his belly.

And relax, breathe.

Scratch Agent Gibbs' belly?

That seems inappropriate.

Showtime, Dale.

Hey, Gibbs!

You remember Dale
from Accounting.

Sure.

Pale Dale. How are you?

Thanks for your help.

Take it away,
Dale.

Right. Um...

A-Agent Gibbs...

Is he okay?

"QFire Limited Liability
Corporation conducted a double

"Irish arrangement
with at least four

offshore companies
and/or multinational

"shell corps which form
a 'Dutch Sandwich''

which is wholly/partially
owned by the..."

Sit down.

Yes, sir.

You look paler.

Okay, so I had a feeling

this might happen. McGee,

nesting dolls.

Yes.

Uh, boss, imagine

this little guy here
is QFire.

You mean the doll?

Yes. Shell corps
like QFire

get bought and sold
all the time.

And sometimes they merge
with other shell corps.

Sometimes they
disappear completely,

because they only exist
on paper.

And all that buying and selling
and merging

makes it impossible to find
out who the true owner is.

Impossible for everyone
except for...

Dale, who is
87% sure

that the true owner of the whole
shebang is Leonard Weiss.

Who?

Uh, boss,
that's Leonard Weiss,

of Weiss Resources Group.

Runs one of the biggest

government contractors
in the country.

What's his motive
for kidnapping and murder?

Remember the $3 million
that was on QFire's books?

It's gone missing.

Into Chris Ristow's

bank account?
Dale hasn't

figured that out yet,
but he is working on it.

Working. Hard. Very hard.

Where is Weiss right now?

Well, he lives in New York,
but he's here right now

for a senator's fundraiser.

Well, bring him in.

Oh, no, no.
You sit down.

Leonard Weiss?

You're positive?

It's where the evidence leads.

I know Weiss has
major political sway...

Well, there's
the understatement of the year.

Gibbs, I know you don't worry
about Washington repercussions.

And neither should you, Leon.

But that's not how life works.
We are days away

from the most important election
in American history.

And arresting, even questioning,
a man as influential

as Leonard Weiss
will reverberate

all the way down the ticket.

McGee will be very discreet
when he picks him up.

Gibbs, I don't like it.

Director, this man
could be behind

a kidnapping
and a murder for hire.

Emphasis on "could."

We have motive
and we have opportunity.

But do we have proof?

Circumstantial evidence
is overwhelming.

That's not good enough!

I--

I need concrete evidence

linking Leonard Weiss to
the petty officer's kidnapping

and Chris Ristow's murder.

I don't have that.

Well, then you have your answer,
Special Agent Quinn.

Hey, where's my invite?

There's a party in here.

Well, maybe I should just get
a revolving door.

Not a joke.

Gibbs, heads up, a partner
at Ristow's law firm

wants to meet.

Secretly.

I don't know why people
meet in parking garages.

I mean, it's, like,
a movie thing.

How you holding up, Torres?

Truth?

Yeah. Truth's good.

Well, you know, um...

leaving undercover, uh...

it's hard.

Makes you stronger.

You like them words
of wisdom, Gibbs.

Sounds like I heard
it in church.

No, not church.
Life.

Yeah, well,
life's a bitch.

Yeah.

Amen, bubba.

Gibbs, uh, you may
have noticed

that it's been a little
awkward between Abby and me.

No.

I'm not wearing the cobalt
vest if you ask me to.

I didn't ask you to.

But you're part of a family now,
so act like it, Torres.

Your family is crazy.

Yeah, but they're still family.

Sullivan Brady?

Special Agent Gibbs.

Let's do this before
I change my mind.

Everything you need
to put that son of a bitch away

for a really long time.

Who?

Leonard Weiss.

Read it and see.

Nutshell.

Weiss owns QFire.

As you know, QFire is nothing.

It's a mask,
it's a shell.

Chris siphoned out all
the assets-- three million--

hoping no one
would notice.

Weiss noticed, and when
Chris didn't give it back,

Weiss hired people
to snatch his wife.

Prove it.

It's all in the file.

There is a paper trail proving
that Ristow embezzled the money.

There's wire transfers
from Weiss to the kidnapper.

Lazarenko.

Why are you doing this?

Once upon a time,
I got into law to help people.

Over the years,
I've gotten really good

at doing really bad things.

I'm finally gonna do something
that feels good.

Chris was my friend.

I want to make things right.

McGee. Weiss-- where is he?

Boss, I just tailed Weiss
to a commuter airport.

His G5 took off.

Put agents on the tarmac
in New York.

He's not flying to New York.

They just filed
a new flight plan.

Where?

Serbia.

No problem. No.
Happy to help.

Yeah.

Okay, I'll bite. What?

I just fixed
my little e-mail kerfuffle.

Ah, congrats.

You turned it off and on?

Yes. I did do that.

I also discovered a bug
in the software.

Huh.

You hacked
into private software?

I'm a white-hat hacker.

That was customer service.

They confessed that
there has been

a glitch
in the software for years.

Wait. So you just fixed it

for the whole world?

Yeah. I mean,

for anyone
with that e-mail provider, sure.

So,

what was the phantom e-mail?

A Nigerian prince wanted

to give me five million dollars.

Ah.
- Okay.

Walk me through it.

Oh, night watchman Chris Ristow

discovers that he's president of

Leonard Weiss's
shell corporation,

then figures out
how to embezzle

all of its cash.

And then Weiss finds out,

he retaliates by hiring

Mr. Creepy here to kidnap
Petty Officer Kelly Ristow.

Yeah, but with a dumbbell
to the chin, she jumps.

So Weiss hires a hit man
to kill her husband.

Then Weiss flies to Serbia,
which, by the way,

doesn't have an extradition
treaty with the U.S.

Surveillance cameras
at the bank?

Obscured by an armored car.
How's that for irony?

We find our missing
three million?

Not yet.
Dale's looking.

Think the wife was in on it?

No way.
Maybe.

Ah.

Weiss is in MTAC.
- You're good Gibbs,

but how are you going
to get Rockefeller

to incriminate himself,

and come back to the States
to get arrested?

Words of wisdom.

Gibbs is pretty good at those.

Quinn and Bishop, bring Petty
Officer Ristow back here. McGee,

you stay with Abby
and Pale Dale.

Find that three million, kids.
Go.

Gentlemen, Zdravo!

That's "hello" in Serbian.

I wish we were speaking

under different circumstances,
Mr. Weiss.

Oh, nonsense.
I have nothing to hide,

not even what's under this robe.

Well, removing that robe
won't be necessary, sir.

We're investigating the death
of Chris Ristow.

I have no idea who that is.

He stole three million dollars
from you.

So, he's not Navy,
he's a politician.

We have a petty officer
under protective custody,

and her husband in our morgue.

What are the chances
you're behind that?

Go.

I thought
this was about my taxes.

You own a shell corporation
called QFire, LLC.

I own 33 shell corporations,

but I pay my taxes,
and I do it legally.

Let me be blunt, gentlemen.

You're asking me
about three million dollars.

If this Ristow guy
really stole that from me,

I'd be disappointed,

but not homicidal.

My condolences to the widow.

This conversation's over.

We're being played.

Agreed. But by who?

Embezzling
three million dollars?

He would never,
ever do that.

But he did.

We couldn't even afford a night
at the movies.

I sewed patches on his shirts
so they'd last longer.

This shirt still smells
like him.

If he really stole the money,
where is it?

Maybe Chris gave it to you.

What?

Yeah. He steals it,
you hide it,

playing the innocent wife,
the victim.

What are you talking about?

Why don't you level with me,
Kelly?

You and Chris planned
this together, huh?

What was that?

Being a good investigator.

By accusing the victim?

I wanted to see if she
was hiding something.

Come on, she's not.

Well, I know that now,
but it's amazing

what a little kick in
the pants can shake loose.

You got to trust my
instincts, Bishop.

They're sometimes right.

You sure about
this one, Dale?

Uh, it's a statistical
probability.

Okay, he's here. He's here.

Now, Dale, no stage fright.

Just talk.

Agent Gibbs, step right up.

Now, according
to my examination of the case...

Chris Ristow was not a thief.

He's a whistleblower.

Sorry, Dale.
I couldn't wait.

He never stole money from Weiss?
- No.

The only thing he stole was
information from his employer.

He found out the firm
was helping its clients

cheat the U.S. government out of
hundreds of millions of dollars.

Chris wanted
to expose them.

We found these e-mails

between Chris and a reporter
at the Washington Leader.

He was gonna give her a flash
drive that was gonna incriminate

the entire firm and
all of the clients.

Never gave it to her.

Nope.
Night before the trade-off,

the wife was kidnapped.

Someone at the firm

must have found out what he did.

Who?

Does the name Sullivan
Brady ring a bell?

He's been playing us
like a fiddle.

Boss, the documents
that were given to you

in the parking garage
were doctored

to make it look like
Chris was embezzling money.

Never happened.

Wire transfers to
the kidnapper?

From Brady himself,
posing as Weiss.

And I matched the bullets
from the crime scene.

Smith and Wesson
nine millimeter.

And guess who registered

that exact same weapon
two years ago?

Well, don't just
stand there. Go! Move!

Arrest the bastard!

Is that him?

What a terrible, awful,

grumpy,

joyless, unhappy man.

Want to go in
and take his statement?

Only if I can punch him in
the nose. Where's Gibbs?

He's telling Petty Officer
Ristow the news.

That sounds like Chris.

He always said that no one
was above the law.

Well, he's right.

But why didn't he tell me
what he did?

I would have been proud.

I think he was
trying to protect you.

He died doing
what was right.

Just wish he could have
delivered that flash drive.

Maybe he still can.

But I don't know where it is.

Well, there's only one place

in this house nobody's looked.

Where?

Noticed that the collar Frank
the dog was wearing-- different

than the one in the photo.

Yeah, that was Chris.

He insisted Frank needed
this brand-new...

Hey.

What did I miss?

Yay!

You're looking
good, Torres.

Oh, feeling good, Quinn.

I'm feeling-feeling...
feeling good.

Cold outside, so...

Oh. All right.

Okay.