NCIS (2003–…): Season 17, Episode 19 - Blarney - full transcript

It's very good.

Let's hear the last part
one more time, though.

Geez, Max, it ain't
rocket science.

Humor me.

Again. Bobby?

I cut the alarm wires over here.

And I tie up the old man
right there.

We break the glass case, bag the
goods, and we're out the door.

Bag the goods.

Yeah, that's one
way of putting it.

Eh, better you guys
than me, huh?

And once we're out?

Once you're out,
I drive us all to the airport

and then it's Argentina,
here we come.

First round of
margaritas is on me.

Man, margaritas are in Mexico.

Oh, no, Argentina, too.

My wife says it's exactly
like living here.

You told your wife about this?

Not much.

I mean, besides,
who's she gonna tell?

(chuckles)
Don't worry about it.

Fine.

Any last questions?

The plane tickets--
you hanging on to those?

Until we get
to the airport, yeah.

Yeah, well, you mind
if I get mine now?

You know, just in case
something goes wrong.

(chuckles)

I can assure you, Danny,

that nothing
is going to go wrong.

Especially now that
you've been demoted.

Wait, what?

Lenny, you're
the driver now, too.

Um, sure, Max,
I can drive, but...

Okay, but if Lenny'll drive,
what'll I do?

You can learn

(groaning)

to keep your damn mouth shut.

(gunshots)

Hey, I don't need my ticket yet.

At least now
it's a three-way split.

Dump him.

Someplace far.

We meet at the
usual place.

8:00 a.m.

♪ ♪

Come on, guys, just a little
post-work celebration.

We've done it before.

Well, not today, we haven't.

Yeah, that's my point.

Not on Saint Patrick's Day,
of all the days.

Y'all know that I,
uh, don't do Saint Pat's.

Uh, yeah, you do.

You're wearing green.

Yeah, enough green to keep
the crazy Irish people

like you from saying,
"You're not wearing green."

Who is so crazy?
And I'll have you know,

I am only one-quarter Irish.

And I'm four-quarters not Irish

at all.

Well, I am half-Irish,

but that half plans

on enjoying corned beef and
cabbage at home with my family,

and not with a bunch of random
drunks throwing up on my shoes.

That sums it up
right there, McGee.

Saint Pat's

is amateur night.

Not for everybody.

Especially not for the countless
members of law enforcement,

who happily celebrate
together once a year.

You don't remember last year?

We were slammed
with random drunks.

Proving once again
that green beer and sailors

on shore leave
are a bad combination.

So's a dead body
at a Navy recruiting office.

Hey, Gibbs, where's your green?

GIBBS:
In my wallet. Let's go.

Long time, Kerrigan.

The great Gibbs.

Oh, top of the morning.

How you doing?

Depends what we're looking at.

Uh...

male, mid-20s,

four gunshot
wounds and...

Did you say "we"?

Navy recruiting center.

It's their dumpster.

Called NCIS instead
of talking to me.

Nice protocol.

You want to argue jurisdiction?

Oh, no, no, no,
hell no, not today.

Yeah, it's all yours.

Hey, uh, Donnelly?

Send NCIS everything
we've, uh, collected so far.

Though it's not much.

No shell casings,
no signs of a struggle.

And no body.

Huh?

Oh, man, where's our M.E.?

I wondered where his truck went.

Your guy took the body already?

Damn it, fellas, I told you guys
to work fast, but not too fast.

What's the rush?

The parade.

Yeah, we're all marching later.

We are?

No, we are, MPD.

We do it every year.

Tip a few afterward.
It's a blast.

You should try it.

Yeah. Yeah, we should.

Yeah.

JIMMY: Hey, guys.

Sorry I'm late.

Never should have
taken the Beltway.

That pre-parade traffic
is nuts already.

You didn't missed
anything, Jimmy.

Call said there's
a body in a dumpster. What...

Yeah, yeah, I'm having our M.E.
send it right over.

Ah, it's his voice mail,
but, uh,

you'll have the body soon.

How soon?

An hour, maybe... two.

That soo?

What do you want?
It's a holiday.

(chuckles)

See ya.

Let's get to the parade, guys.

I skipped breakfast for this?

Pick something up on
the way back to the lab.

Traffic permitting. I...

(phone dings)

See you guys soon.

TORRES:
All right, Jimmy.

Boss, here's everything
MPD's collected so far.

Including a fingerprint ID.

It's a start.

(indistinct chatter)

Okay, one Kasie special.

Green bagel and a coffee to go.

My special's green now?

Most everything
is today, darling.

Ah.

You okay?

Yeah.
Just, uh, new contacts.

The better to see
my special bagel with.

How about some special pancakes?

Jimmy, hey.

Thought you had
a call this morning.

I did, but a mix-up
with the body

means that what I have now
is an hour to kill.

Care to kill
it with me?

That, or we could just
have breakfast together.

Counter or booth?

Is that booth
spoken for, Elaine?

It is now. Just let Shayne
wipe it down real quick.

Great.

So...

you seem a little extra chipper
this morning.

I am chipper by choice
today, Kasie.

I woke up in the worst mood
for no apparent reason and I

hit morning traffic, which, of
course, didn't help, but then,

uh, I don't know, after
a crime scene with no body,

and, uh, followed by smooth
sailing on the ride home,

I guess I just decided
I would feel better.

As only you can.

And nothing is gonna
bring me down. Oh...

Hey, easy, man.
What the hell?

Oh gosh, s-sorry.

Yeah, you are.

(clears throat)

What was that about?
You okay?

What?
Oh, yeah, yeah. No, it's...

I just bumped
into them by accident.

Yeah, and accidents happen.

They could have been
nicer about it.

Yeah.
Yeah, maybe.

Care to split an appetizer?

Absolutely.

And nothing's

gonna bring us down.

(chuckles)

I mean, I'm not
saying I'd march, but

they could have
at least invited us.

BISHOP:
This coming from the man

who doesn't do
Saint Patrick's Day.

TORRES:
Yeah. I do parades, though.

We got anything
on this guy yet?

Yeah.

Victim is Daniel Spagnolo,
29, unemployed,

recently released from
Augusta Correctional Center.

He served 18 months for burglary
and aggravated assault.

His body here yet?

MPD said about an hour or two,

so I'll call and check again.

Next of kin?

We're still
working on that, too.

Work fast. I heard Torres

has got a parade to get to.

Ever since I was kid,
that's how I've always dealt

with dark days, you know,
bad moods. Conflicts, even.

By swallowing your feelings?

By transforming 'em.

My mom always used to say,
"If you can fake happiness,

you can eventually
feel happiness."

Yeah, see, I could maybe do that

for an awkward Thanksgiving
dinner, but long term,

I have to let some
pressure off the valve.

Otherwise I'll explode.

Oh, yeah, same here.
I mean,

everyone has that line
that can't be crossed.

My line is just a...

Just a lot farther away

than everyone else's.

And until someone
crosses it, I mean,

it's just a lot easier
to be nice, isn't it?

Did someone say "nice"?

Very nice, and nt
at all green.

(laughs)
Bagels I have no control over.

Pancakes, I do.
You need refills?

When you have a chance, please.

And where the hell's our check?

I didn't know you were ready.

Then try paying attention.

(quietly):
Speaking of crossing a line.

That definitely crosses mine.

Nothing worse than a bully.

Oh, except maybe a rude bully.

Let's go, lady,
while we're young.

Maybe if you
ask nicely.

Are you talking to us?

Well, it's just so unnecessary

to speak to people that way.

And, uh, what way is that?

You know the old saying about...

catching more flies with honey?

No, we don't know that saying.

And how about you?

Do you know it?

Look, you guys,
everyone here is just

trying to enjoy
their breakfast, okay?

Oh, so now you speak
for everyone?

Here you go.
Sorry for the wait.

(sighs)
Hey.

We have better things to do.

Your lucky day.

Luck of the Irish.
Hmm.

Sorry, Jimmy, I just...
I couldn't...

No, don't apologize.

You were right to say something.

Those guys needed to hear that.

(applause)

MAN: Yeah.

Good job.

And we needed some of this.

Thank you. Thank you.

Oh, my gosh, it was
nothing, really.

So the cops took our body
and we're still waiting for it.

For all we know,
it's on the M.E.'s float

in their parade.

It's been about an hour.

Hour and a half.

SLOANE:
Can't say I'm surprised.

I had this old bartending buddy
who used to say that

the best time to commit a crime
is on St. Paddy's Day,

when all the cops are out having
way too much fun to notice.

All right, got
a next of kin.

Victim's last known
address is a rental,

listed under the name
Melissa Spagnolo.

Could be a wife or sister.

Go, find out.

Well, it's near
the parade route.

Anyone, uh, care to sit
in traffic with me?

Sorry.
I... I have a thing.

And we got a body.
Thanks.

MPD said they just
delivered it now.

I will make sure Jimmy knows.

And I'll make sure
with you.

Don't be long.

JIMMY:
Oh, it's so good.

Save room for these beauties.

Elaine, no,
we're stuffed.

Then I'll wrap 'em to go.

It's just a little thank you.

Those creeps have been taking up
a booth every morning for weeks.

There's usually
four of 'em.

They're always rude

and demanding countless refills

and don't even tip.

Ooh, no, that last one
sealed it for me.

I'll just be glad
that they are gone

and hope
they never come back, huh?

Oh, they're not gone.

They've been
in that jewelry shop

for at least 20 minutes or so.

Any chance they work there?

No, I can't imagine
old Mr. Mantell

would hire a bunch of guys
like that.

Hmm. Oh, wait.
Here they come.

ELAINE:
Or at least one of 'em.

Was he wearing a cap
when he went in?

ELAINE:
Not that I've noticed.

Yes, I'm serious.

We're finishing up here soon.

I'm down if you're down.

Saint Paddy's parade,
here we come.

Hey, Jimmy, where are you?

Jimmy?

Where is he?

Jimmy?

This looks like our guy.

Ooh. Yeah, clear
cause of death.

Yo, Jimbo?

Where'd you be, son?

Hmm. Maybe he's
in Kasie's lab.

All right.
Let's see what's up.

Okay, this-this
doesn't feel right.

Doesn't look right, either.

Maybe give the police
a preemptive call,

just in case.

Okay.

Good idea.
I'm gonna call Gibbs.

Oh, and I'll call McGee.

Oh, look at that.
Got a text from Nick.

Ooh. A call from Bishop.

(gunshots)

(alarm blaring)

MAN:
Get back!

(people screaming)

(gunfire continuing)

Everybody down!

Oh. Oh!

Lenny, start the car!

Aah!

(engine sputtering)

Lenny, slow down!

MAN:
Down!

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

(clamoring)

Aah! Son of a bitch!
I'm hit! (grunts)

You're good! You're good!
Go! Go! Go! Come on!

(groaning)

(sirens wailing in distance)

Where the hell'd
they come from?

LENNY:
(groans) I got shot, man.

Lenny, what the hell?!

Me?

What happened to you?

I was...

Close the damn blinds!

(sirens wailing,
tires screeching)

(helicopter blades whirring)

You, get up.
Both of you,

get up! Up!

You don't have to do this.

Close the blinds!

All right, don't do this.
There's a back way out of here.

Close... the damn blinds.

Got it. We're closing them, but
you really don't need us here.

You-- keys.

No.

Give me the damn keys!

You panicked, Lenny!

I didn't panic, man.
I got hit!

You got hit after you crashed
our last chance out of here!

(overlapping chatter)

All right, y-you can
still get out of here.

You can still get out.

Let everyone go. Guys.

You're supposed...

Oh!

Everybody just
shut the hell up.

Nobody is going anywhere.

You got it?

BISHOP:
We can't find them.

They're not in Kasie's lab,
no answer on their cells.

Hey, the news.
Turn up the news.

ANCHOR:
Just minutes ago in Anacostia,

footage sent
from eyewitnesses showed

the alleged shooters
have apparently fled

into a local diner.
Reports are coming in

that people are still inside
with the gunmen.

Stay with ZNN
as we keep you updated

on the active shooter situation
taking place.

(phone ringing)

(sirens wailing,
helicopter blades whirring)

You missed one.
Get up!

Come on! Get up!

You okay, miss?

What's your name?

Phyllis.

And look what's
hiding back here.

Shayne.

Move it!

(phone continues ringing)

Is anyone gonna answer that?

(cell phone ringing)

Hey, can I answer this?

No!

Bobby, get all
their phones.

Give it to me!

Lenny, sit 'em
in front of the windows.

Oh, I'm bleeding here, Max.

You want to bleed more?

Put 'em in the booths, now.

Come on! Let's go!

Hands on the tables like good
little human shields.

Sit down!

You really don't have
to do this.

Let's go! Come on!

Let's go! Let's go!
Come on, sit down!

Oh, yeah, right.
You again, Miss Manners?

She's right, Max.

May I call you Max?

You're only burying yourself
deeper here.

The only thing getting buried
is you two

if you don't shut up.

(phone ringing)

Just...

You, waitress.
Answer the phone.

What do I say?

Oh, just...

act natural.

Diner.
This is Elaine.

It's for you.

That was fast.

Who is it?

Someone who can help.

Yeah, right.
You or me?

Hang up.

Wait. No, don't hang up.
Don't...

Hey, sit... down.

Okay. All right, guys,

If that's who
we think it is,

he can help us.

Okay.
Okay, answer it.

Go.

You, back over here.

Do not get cute.

Gibbs?

You and Kasie okay?

For now, yeah.

How many are there?

Can't say.

Can't, meaning
they're listening?

There's five of us and three
of them. One of them's injured.

The other two... Uh...

Palmer, are you there?
Jimmy?

So you're a cop?

I am a medical examiner.

The man you just hung up on
is a federal agent-slash-

envelope-pushing
silver-fox renegade

who might be your best ticket
out of here. Now, if you...

Go away.

Listen...

I need to think.

You...

I need to think.

Go!

I need to think.

What do we know so far?

Robbers hit that shop.

Armored truck arrived,
bang-bang. Getaway car

crashed there,
and they ran to the diner.

We don't know how
many are in there yet.

Eight.
Three shooters,

five hostages.

How do you know that?

We've learned to stop asking.

Jewelry store, let's go.

Are you talking to them now?

Was.
Trying to get 'em back.

Listen, Gibbs, your reputation
precedes you, but I think

it's far too early to be
calling them hostages just yet.

I don't care what we call 'em.

Just want to get 'em out alive.

Officer.

Come on,
Palmer, pick up.

Heyo.

They weren't expecting us.

I know for sure
I hit one of 'em.

Where's the owner?

We haven't seen him.

Name's Mantell.

Mr. Mantell?

Door's locked.

(muffled grunting)

We got him.

Oh!

Hey.

Thank you. Thank you.

Ah, thank you.

And thank God.

Oh, all I could hear
was-was glass breaking

and then all
the shooting, and...

BISHOP:
All right, all right,
Mr. Mantell, slow down.

Oh, look at this place.

Oh, my God. What a mess.

You guys okay?

Yeah.

Ah. I should have moved
that stuff out sooner.

What stuff?

These guys were
picking up diamonds

I had on display.

Real beauties.

They left a lot
of jewelry behind.

Well, that's peanuts
compared to my diamonds.

I tempted fate for too long
keeping them here.

Hey, Nick?

What do you
make of this?

TORRES:
Condom rapper.

I mean, for weeks,
we scouted that place.

No armored truck. Not once.

I know.

I still say we could've made it
if Lenny knew how to drive.

I was only supposed
to be the lookout, okay?

If Max hadn't killed Danny
we'd be at the airport by now.

Danny had a big mouth.

Like you.

Oh, I'm sorry, Max, man,
I don't know what I'm saying.

I mean, my arm's
just killing me, man.

Come on, man.

We got something, bro.

Yo.
White Shoes, you a nurse?

Forensic scientist.

Close enough. Patch him up.

Yeah.

Come on.

Hey, yo, you, just
be careful, okay?

Hurts like hell.

(grunts, mutters)

(mutters) No, it's not gonna
get infected, will it?

That's the last thing
I need right now.

I'm gonna need more gauze.

ELAINE:
We've got clean towels

in back.

Okay, Bobby, go with her.

BOBBY:
Let's go!

Trying to let my boy bleed out?
Come on, move!

(phone ringing)

Hey, buddy.
Try and distract them.

I'm getting us out of here.

STOCK (over megaphone):
This is Commander Stock

of the D.C. Metropolitan
Police Department.

We have the diner surrounded.

I repeat:
the diner is surrounded.

The store owner's okay.

He's gonna send
the security video now.

The armored car guys
were picking up diamonds.

They think they managed to hit

one of the robbers.

Anything else?

Just this

condom wrapper
in the display case.

It's kind of kinky, huh?

TORRES:
Hey, Gibbs,

if there's a way for me
to get under the diner,

there might be a vent
or something I can pop...

Slow down, Nick.

Why don't we just
storm the place?

I mean, we can't
be standing around.

Yeah, we can't be
careless, either,

okay?
One step at a time.

First, we try to talk.

How about you let
some people go,

so we can talk
about this?

Tell them to answer
the damn phone.

STOCK:
Answer the phone so we can talk.

Hey, why don't you just
let the girl go, Lenny?

The last thing you need
is a baby on your hands.

It's okay.

I'm not due for weeks.

You say that now, Phyllis,

but once again,
I am not a nurse,

but I've seen
too many movies,

so you tell that baby
to stay put.

I don't have to.
She heard you.

You want to feel better,
sweetie?

Go grab me a beer.

I'm dying of thirst.

No. No, no, no, no.
Sit down.

Sit. No booze.

Okay? If you're thirsty,
drink something else.

Oh, man.

Yeah.

(exhales)

Here.

Iced teas all around.

(phone rings)

STOCK:
Pick up the phone
and let's talk!

Please, just let me
get the phone, Max.

What'd you say his name was?
Gibbs?

What do you want, Gibbs?

I want to help you.
What's your name?

Forget my name.

You want to help, you
can start by getting us

a helicopter to
the airport.

(whispers): No, no, no.
No, it's too crowded in here.

No, it's not.
I got this.

There is three of them
and one of you.

My guy on the phone
will get us out, I promise.

LENNY:
Guys, watch out!

(gunshots)

OFFICER:
Shots, shots!

(people screaming, clamoring)

PHYLLIS: Oh, my God!

JIMMY: Shayne! Shayne!

Oh, my God!

Shayne!

Oh, my God, Shayne!

Oh, my God!

Son of a bitch. I'm hit.

JIMMY: Towels!

Get some towels.

Oh, my God.
Oh, my God.

Here it comes,
here it comes.

No, stop!

Stop!

It'll be okay.

Forget the hero.
Fix Bobby.

Okay, I'll get him, Jimmy.
You get, uh, Shayne.

MAX:
What, you're in charge now?!

You're no nurse, right?
But-but you're a doctor, right?

Medical examiner?

A doctor for dead people, yes.

Yeah, well,

then make sure that Bobby
doesn't become one.

(grunting)

Max, listen.

Get over here and help him!

Just...

Shayne, stay with me,

stay with me.

Both of you!

All right, all right!

It's okay. Shh.

It's okay,
Bobby, it's okay.

No, no, no!

Oh, my God!

No, please!

Hey! Hey!

JIMMY:
Max?

No! Max!

No one has to die, Max.

The hero does!

KASIE:
Max, please!

Please.

Max?

But why make it easy on him?

He can die slow.

To the booths.
Both of you,

get back to the booths!

Bobby's bad, Max.

He needs to get to a
trauma center right now.

Listen to him.
What if he's right?

Yeah, and what if he is?

We're gonna open the door
and let a bunch of cops

come in here
dressed as paramedics?

Max, please.

Just hang in there, Bobby, okay?

They're gonna save you,
I promise.

Or it's his ass.

(phone ringing)

What?!

What the hell happened in there?

We just had ourselves
a vigilante, Gibbs.

But everything's okay now.

Prove it.

I want to talk to Palmer.

Afraid your boy Palmer
is a little busy. Right?

We're okay, Gibbs.

And me, I'm losing my patience.

Where are we at
with our helicopter?

We're working on the helicopter.

Yeah, well, work harder.
Or we are gonna start

throwing bodies out the door.
You feel me?

Did everybody
hear that?!

Bodies!
Meaning yours!

No more heroes!

We're not really getting
this guy a helicopter, are we?

No, MPD said no dice.

Yeah, well,
we better get something.

ANCHOR:
As we now enter hour two

of the standoff in Anacostia,

where law enforcement
is negotiating

with the alleged shooters...

I can't watch anymore, Leon.

I should be down there.

Makes two of us.

First things first,
though. Director,

this is Melissa Spagnolo.

She's the wife

of our current victim.

You sure it's really Danny?

Well, that's what
you're here to confirm.

Now, if you have any ideas at
all about who's responsible.

I've got some ideas, all right.

Yeah, you know what, McGee?
I-I'll take her.

You get down to the diner.

You sure, Jack?

Absolutely. Hi, Melissa.
Special Agent Sloane.

Please come this way.

You know, I had no idea
about any of this

until Nick called me in the car
a couple minutes ago.

Did he mention the jewelry store
security footage?

He did.
Why, is it here?

Yeah.
Just came in, I'm afraid.

I'm not going anywhere, am I?

Agent McGee, we don't know

who these guys are.
And if there's anything

on that footage
that can help us,

you're the best person here
to find it. Come on.

I'll help you.
Let's go.

You really gonna let him die?

You're both
okay with adding

murder charges
to your day?

Shut up.

Man, this isn't
what I signed up for.

There's nothing
we can do about it now.

Nothing?

You two, go on, help him.

Come on.

Don't you turn on me, Lenny.

I'm not.

I just want to get out of here
without anyone else dying.

Well, okay, then shut up
and do what I say.

I mean, do you think
that I wanted any of this?

Sit down, Lenny.

Uh, we'll be okay, right?

What scares me is if Gibbs
doesn't get here in time,

then it might come down
to kill or be killed.

What do you mean...
You mean us kill them?

Before they kill us, yes.

I mean, if we want to get
out of here, we might have to.

Kasie...

I'm not sure that I can do that.

Can you?

Well, they're doing pretty much
everything Torres told me about,

but with those ski masks...

Yeah, this isn't
getting us much.

Wait.

What... what are those?

Oh, my God, that's what Nick
was talking about.

I thought he had mentioned
something about

a condom wrapper, but I wasn't
sure I heard him right.

What are they doing with them?

Diamonds.

Shop owner told Nick and
Ellie they were priceless.

So priceless that they're
putting them in condoms.

Don't tell me...

Oh, no.

Oh, no.

Ooh, no.

I've heard of drug
mules before, but...

But that is commitment.

Uh...

Yeah, Jack.

Hey. Meet me in autopsy.

I need you to hear this.

(indistinct)

Hey, didn't you go?

I had some work for him to do.

And you won't believe
what we found.

I take it you were able
to make a positive ID,

Mrs. Spagnolo?

Uh, yes, she was, and Melissa,
tell them what you told me.

My Danny made a lot of
mistakes in his life,

but he has a good heart.

Again, we are very sorry
for your loss, but can you skip

to the part about
Danny's new friends, please?

I never called them friends.

With all the cops
at the parade across town,

they were gonna rob diamonds
from some jewelry shop.

Danny was just
the driver.

He promised to send me
a ticket to Argentina

to join him after.

This crew--
can you give us names?

Uh, already got them.
Max, Lenny and Bobby.

She doesn't know last names.

U-Uh, no, wait.

Max's last name
was something like

demon o-or devil... the...
(sighs)

Devin!

Devendorf.
Max Devendorf.

Devendorf.

Got it.

Good. Good.

Uh, dig up everything you can,
get it to Agent Gibbs. Go.

Thank you.
That was great.

McGEE:
They swallowed the diamonds.

So that's what
the condom was for.

That's commitment.

Get back to Max.

Anything else we know?

Well, not much beyond
his mile-long rap sheet

and history of violence.

SLOANE:
And the fact that
he and his pals likely killed

one of their own
right before the big heist.

If they'd kill their own...

They'd have no trouble

killing anyone else.

Or everyone else.

Boss, are you sure you
don't need us down there?

No, not yet.
We'll let you know.

And trust me, McGee,
there's plenty of us here

waiting for something to happen.

Thanks. Well,
the wait is over.

Our "Trojan horse"
has arrived.

(phone ringing)

You got our helicopter, Gibbs?

Yeah, we do.

But if you expect to get on it,

you and me are gonna talk
face-to-face.

I'm coming in.

No, no, you're not.

I'll come to you.

I'm right outside.

You.

No.

Come on.

No, please.

Come on, come on.

Where are you taking her?

It's none of your
business. How's Bobby?

He's bleeding.
A lot.

You're letting her go?

No. I just... I needed a shield

No, no.

while I talk to your man Gibbs.

All right, Max,

take me, take me.

No.

No, you need to save Bobby.

Then take me.
Take me.

You want to be
safe out there,

Gibbs loves me like a daughter.
Doesn't he, Jimmy?

Or-or at least
like a favorite niece.

It's okay.

He thinks the world of her.

Okay, come on.
Fine, whatever. Come on.

Let's go. Come on.

(grunts)

Out you go.

It's okay.

Let's go.

It's okay.

Happy Saint Paddy's Day, Gibbs.

Same to you, Kase.
Everybody okay in there?

No, not everyone, no.

One of those better be mine.

Oh, no.
No, your helicopter's in a field

a quarter mile away.

I'm driving you
there personally.

That is not what I asked for.

It's what you got, Max.

You know my name now?

We know a lot.

Be a good time to start
letting go of people.

You can start with Kasie.

No. Not me, Gibbs.
If anyone should go first,

it should be Shayne,
since he got shot.

And Phyllis, too. She is way
too pregnant to be here.

Come on, you got
your hands full.

We can take some
of that weight off.

Paramedics-- they're here,
they're ready to go.

Okay, fine. Fine.

The pregnant girl first.

You don't get the hero
until we're on the chopper.

And the waitress can go
once we board our flight.

What about my two?

No, no, no. They're coming
with us as insurance.

And to take care of my guy.

Your guy needs a hospital.

My guy will be fine
until we land.

You think he's gonna make it
all the way to Argentina?

Argentina?
W... There's no way.

How the hell do you
know where we're going?

It's my job to know.

Just like you and your buddies
smashing through glass cases

and swallowing condoms
full of diamonds.

Did you really do that?

Oh, man, that is commitment.

Killed your buddy Danny, too,
didn't you?

There is no honor
among thieves, is there, Max?

LENNY:
Max, get in here, quick!

Come on.

Wait...

How the hell could he
have known all that?

It's only been three hours.

I'm sorry, Bobby.
I'm so sorry, man.

We should have
called an ambulance.

What happened?

What do you think happened?

He stopped breathing.
Cardiac arrest.

Yo, don't let him die!

Hey, yo, keep fighting, Bobby,
don't you die on us!

Change of plans.

What are you doing, Max?

Bobby's not gonna
make it, Len, okay?

And he's just...
he's just gonna slow us down.

No, yo, but Max...

I'm sorry, Bobby,

but we have no choice here.

Just let go.

He's already gone, man.

So now what?

Yeah. Now what?

Now...

Now you cut him open.

Cut him open?

You heard me.

Hey.

No way, Max.

No way what?

Did you think I was just gonna
let us leave without them?

Without what?
W-What am I looking for here?

You'll know it when you see it.

And you won't believe it.

GIBBS:
Where'd you go, Max?

We're ready to go out here.

This has to happen now, Gibbs,

or it's not gonna be
up to us anymore.

Clock's ticking!

We're short on time!

Start cutting.

Now.

Oh, man, I can't watch this.

(whispering):
What did Gibbs tell you?

He knew their whole plan.

And from the way he repeated it,
he clearly wanted us

to know it, too.

Tell me exactly what he said.

They smashed a glass case
full of diamonds,

which they then poured
into condoms, which they...

I mean, I hate to say it.

Down the hatch.

Oh, man, that's commitment.

That's what I said.

So that's what I'm supposed
to be looking for?

Yeah.

Did you find it yet?

He just got started.

I-I'll find them fast.
Promise.

So they don't care
about Bobby at all, huh?

They just want
what's inside of him?

GIBBS:
Your ride's waiting, Max!

What's it gonna be?

Come on, what is taking so long?

I'm hurrying, Max,
uh, no worries.

Would you stop it?

What?

Enough

with all the pleases
and thank yous, please.

Oh, come on, I didn't say
either one of those.

You don't have to.

'Cause you imply it
with every polite word.

(phone ringing)

Enough with the phone.

Enough!

Well, I'd say
he's done negotiating.

Come on, Gibbs,
let's get in there.

It's out of my hands, Gibbs.

My bosses upstairs want this
turned over to special ops

right now.

Stall them.

Those are our people.

I can maybe get
you five minutes.

It's time.
Roll the dice.

That was stupid.

What did you say?

I said...

...that was stupid.

We needed that phone.

I'll show you stupid if you
don't get me my diamonds.

Yeah, that's all
bullies care about.

Me, me, me.
Gimme, gimme, gimme.

Puff out your chest. You're more
scared than anyone else in here.

Hey, Jimmy,
i-isn't that the stomach?

Yeah, that's the stomach.

You want your diamonds or not,
big shot?

Just make it fast.

That's you not being polite?

What? Oh, no, no.

That's me trying
to throw him off.

I mean, losing that phone means
that Gibbs is gonna come through

that door any
second now.

We need him distracted.

Two minutes, starting now.

U-Uh, uh-huh.

I got it.
I got the condom.

All right, and I've got
a distraction. Cut it open.

What?

The condom.
Cut it. Play along.

Okay, all right.
Hold on.

Okay, it's cut.

Here it is.
Jimmy found your diamonds.

A condom, huh? Yeah.
That is clever.

Whatever works.
Come on, hand it over.

Uh-oh, hang on.
How did it break? Is that glass?

JIMMY:
It sure is.

MAX:
The condom.

Give it to me.

Maybe not so clever.

What are you talking about?

Uh, whatever glass bits
got mixed in

with your diamonds, they

shredded the condom
right open.

Yeah, shredded Bobby's
stomach lining. Look at this.

The pyloric canal?

You know, I'd say if the bullet
hadn't killed him...

The internal bleeding
sure would have. And quick.

Oh, man.
(sniffles)

Oh, no.

Oh, no, what?
Wait...

Don't tell me you guys
swallowed diamonds, too.

Oh, that's right.
Gibbs said they did.

Wait, are you feeling
any, um, abdominal pain?

Any stomach cramping,
any nausea?

Yo, man, I sure as hell
feel something.

No, no.
No pain.

No pain here.

You both look pretty pale.

Yeah, that's a sure sign
of blood loss.

Yeah.

LENNY:
Max,

I'm freaking out here, man.

JIMMY:
Uh, you feeling any dull
throbbing in your back,

your joints?

Man, I feel all of that.

There's-there's no way.
T-They're bluffing.

I wish we were, Max, but you're
both bleeding internally.

JIMMY:
And if Bobby is
any indication,

you guys could be dead.

With-Within minutes.

Oh, man.

Here.
You need to drink more.

Fluids will help flush it out.

No, this isn't real.
You're lying.

Yo, the hell with this, Max!

Man, we got to get out of here!
I need a doctor, man!

No, Lenny, wait! Stop!

Hey, don't shoot!

GIBBS: Max, it's over!

LENNY: Don't shoot, don't shoot!

OFFICER:
I got medevac. Let's go.

On your knees.

I need a doctor!

GIBBS:
You got him. Enough.

Enough.
You got him, Palmer.

Hey! Enough.

It's okay, Gibbs, it's okay.

Get up.

Guy just crossed his line.

What took you so long, Gibbs?

Hey, hey, hey.
All clear!

All clear.

We need a medic.
We got a man down.

Medical clearance is one thing,
Dr. Palmer, Ms. Hines,

but after that ordeal,
it's important that you know

that more help is available.

Jack Sloane.
Or Dr. Grace.

(mouths)

I just can't believe
that you managed

to convince two
hardened criminals

that they swallowed
broken glass.

Well, I think we can attribute
that to the power of suggestion.

Well, yeah, but you two
had to sell it.

Oh, yeah, we were good.

Turning blind fear
into quite the performance.

In honor of Saint Pat's,
I'd say we were throwing out

some good old-fashioned blarney.

Blarney?
Like the stone?

Uh, blarney also means having
a good line of bull.

You know, like,
to charm,

persuade.

Well, that and my eye drops.

Even just a couple drops of this
stuff can give anyone, uh,

shall we say, tummy troubles?

How many drops
did you give them, Kase?

All of them. Once Bobby
started pouring iced tea,

I poured most of that baby

into that pitcher.

Sneaky.

Oh, yeah.

Well...

here's to being home safely,

and here's to eye drops.

And blarney.

And friends who have your back.

And to the luck of the Irish.

Hear, hear.

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