NCIS (2003–…): Season 6, Episode 20 - Dead Reckoning - full transcript

(heavy gunfire)

(heavy gunfire continues)

(gunfire pauses)

(gun firing)

(gun firing)

(rapid gunfire)

* We'll fall

* I find no comfort

* In this world

* I'll never find my way

(speed-dialing tones)

* Shelter for me.

GIBBS:
Gibbs.

Hello, Gibbs.

About that favor you owe me...

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Got here fast.

Kort.

I thought you were riding a desk
at the agency,

trying to stay
out of trouble.

Guess that didn't
work out.

Afraid if I gave you
too many details,

you wouldn't have shown.

Think they shot each other.

That the best story you got?

One I'm sticking to.

Don't know who he is.

This one is Andre Vogel.

High up in the organization
of Jonathan Siravo.

You've heard
of him.

Kidnapping,

smuggling, piracy.

See Siravo's picture every day
on our most wanted wall.

Then I guess I'm doing you
another favor.

Source in Malta

tipped me Siravo is back

operating in
the States.

Supposed to show

for a meet here today.

Unfortunately, CIA has no

criminal jurisdiction
domestically.

It never seems to stop you.

You legally
can take him down, Gibbs.

Okay, so...

you got here early
to check out the place?

Yeah.

Guess they had
the same idea.

Lucky for you,
they both shot each other.

Yeah.

GIBBS:
.45.

Your own weapon of choice.

Carry a nine-millimeter
these days.

Any chance Siravo

will still show?

Call it a gut feeling.

TONY:
All right.

Oh.

Glad you could join us, McTardy.

Where's the boss man?

I need a superior to sign off

on this.
Hand it over.

I'm clearly superior to you

in so many ways.

Where is Gibbs?

We thought he might be with you.

No, I've been at the range

doing my annual qualifications.

Well, he has not
been in this morning.

No empty coffee cup
in his trash.

Maybe he had an appointment.

Doctor, dentist.

Check his calendar, McGee.

No... soon as I start going
through his stuff,

he is going to walk in
and catch me.

Forget it.

I cannot believe this.

I'll do it.

Tony, watch the elevator.

McGee, the stairs.

Now.

Nothing... I don't even think

he knows how to
use this thing.

He lives alone--
maybe something happened to him.

No one would know.

In a tragic story

of obsessive hobbying
turned deadly,

an NCIS agent was discovered
in his basement,

crushed between
a large homemade boat

and an even larger bottle
of bourbon.

Film at 11:00.

McGee, call him.

And say what? "Oh, hey, boss,

we're just calling
to check up on you."

No, you call him.

(laughs) Not me.

See if his cell phone's on.

McGEE:
Phone's on.

Where is he?

Forget it-- he's
going to know.

How would he know?

Because he knows
everything.
McGee, do it.

We need to know
he's okay.

McGEE:
Huh.

He's in a two-block
area of Anacostia.
(phone ringing)

It's him.
We're dead.

What do you mean, "we"?

You're the one
who tracked him down.

Tony, pick it up,
pick it up.

Hello?

GIBBS:
Saddle up.

TONY:
Oh, hey, boss.

Where we going?

Construction site,
625 East Rosewood.

East Rosewood.

Hey, isn't that
in Anacostia?

That's a good guess, DiNozzo.

Got a tip.

No sirens.

Jonathan Siravo is en route.

Jonathan Siravo?

TONY:
Oh, we're taking tips

from Trent Kort.

Well, why don't we
just run with scissors

or talk to strangers?
Maybe they've got

some candy.
KORT:
Go to hell,

DiNozzo.

Feels like we're halfway there.

Didn't realize we

were processing
a crime scene.

We're not... yet.

What happened?

Got the tip
about Siravo.

I called Gibbs.

We got here
and found the bodies.

Looks like they
killed each other.

Ah, uh-huh.

Sounds like crap.

Boss?

Siravo is our main concern.

Set up a
perimeter.

Kort and I
are down here.

Go.

ZIVA:
We do what Gibbs tells us.

TONY:
You don't really think

those two guys shot each other?

Look, I dislike Kort
as much

as you do, but
the truth is...
Oh, really?

You dislike him
as much as me?

He tried to kill me.

He blew up my car.

I'm sure he had his reasons.

There's a sedan

turning in.
Occupants?

Just the driver.

Got a visual.

Car is stopping.

(car door closing)

Federal agents!

Don't move.

Who the hell are you?

McGEE:
Perry Sterling, 49.

CPA, certified
in Maryland.

Currently resides
in Virginia.

No record.

Graduated cum laude
from Princeton.

Is there any connection
between Perry and Siravo?

None that we
have found.

Jonathan Siravo,

insurance salesman, no record,
suffered a head trauma

from a motorcycle
accident six years ago.

Disappeared from the recovery
room following surgery.

Reappeared one year later

as a major
crime lord.

A severe personality shift.

ZIVA:
Well, according to
NSA and Interpol,

Siravo's enterprise
has spread

to drug smuggling
in Mexico,

kidnapping in Bolivia

and an interest

in a Ukraine pipeline.

His finger is in many eyes.

Pies.
Guy moving that
much money

should be leaving a paper
trail, but he doesn't.

Guess that's why
he's still in business.

NSG intercepts
show Siravo's hired a gang

of Somalian fishermen
to hijack ships at sea,

and most recently

a cargo vessel by the
name of Borealis.

Panamanian register.

Went missing this morning

in the Gulf
of Aden.

Carrying military parts
and a crew of 27.

Siravo having more weapons...

not a good thing.

We need this guy now.

Then, Gibbs better
get Perry talking.

(door opening)

Director Vance.

I heard you were our tip
on this double homicide.

Just sharing intel.

On a CIA op?

On American soil?

There is no op.

Hence my call
to Gibbs.

Ah, by the book now?

It's a new day.

"Yes, we can."

And you two just happened
to show up

at the end of the gun battle.

Timing is everything.

Look, it's my busy season,
and I'm running around

like a chicken
with its head cut off.

And all I'm thinking--
well, would be thinking

if my head
wasn't cut off...

is how to account for...

overflow expenditures.

I'm looking for Arlington.

I take Anacostia--

obviously a mistake--

but my cell takes a dump,

and then my car
navigational system

is whining to make
an illegal U-turn,

and I don't even think
she knows where we're going.

I was... asking for directions.

Jonathan Siravo.

I'm his accountant.

You launder his money.

Yeah.

He responds to my creativity.

I respond to his...

terrifying demeanor.

I divert cash
through monetary exchanges,

take profits from stolen goods,

form shell companies,

resell the stuff,
then make it look legit.

We meet when he's in the States,

strategize on investments.

Like the cargo ship Borealis.

Not one of his holdings.

It's missing,
along with its entire crew.

I don't know anything
about that.

Siravo hires Somalian
fishermen to hijack ships.

They'll gut the crew.

Throw them overboard.

27 lives are in your hands.

I want to help you, I really do,

but I can't give you Siravo.

I do and I'm dead.

He can get to anybody,
any time, anywhere.

I need immunity.

Stay here.

I'll contact
the U.S. Attorney.

They won't let him walk
without a full polygraph.

It's gonna take time.

Okay, I'll keep Perry on ice.

Check out his story.

And Kort's?

He calls you,

you pull up, shots ring out.

Not quite, Leon.

It was already over
when we got there.

You didn't take your team.

I didn't know what it was yet.

It was Kort.

Abby, it did not fall out
when I removed their clothes.

Then it's a
disappearing act, Ducky.

You have two bodies down there.

Last time I checked.

From which you have extracted.

Three slugs!

Kill-shot on the first man
came from a forty-five.

Double-tap on the second

came from the first man's
Scorpion 380.

But I have half a dozen
shell casings down here

from a third gun which
seems to be nowhere...

Bye, Ducky.

Crime scene's not a priority.

The link to Siravo is.

Okay.

I recovered cell phones
from both the dead guys,

and a Blackberry,
and a laptop

from Perry Sterling.

So far, nothing on the phones

has given us anything
to track Siravo.

Laptop.
No.

Perry's no fool.

He'd keep all the important
information in his head.

He is a killer gamer, though.

And he plays a boatload of Sims.

Translation-- video games.

The rest of it is

mostly spreadsheets,
bank accounts and porn.

Spreadsheets and porn-- that's
two totally different things.

Yeah.

I already know
that, Abb.
Okay.

I was just checking.
So, basically,

you've got nothing.

Nothing?

Gibbs, I have the mystery
of the missing gun.

A third gun

suggests a third shooter.

This is Caf-POW!
country,

but yet there's no
Caf-POW! anywhere.

Looks inconclusive.

Inconclusive?
Mm-hmm.

Gibbs, I just told you that
there was a third shooter

at the construction site.

But I could always go
double-check that.

(cell phone ringing)
Very...

slowly.

Yeah. Gibbs.

Status onthe Borealis.

It's a boat,

and it's missing.

Status on you is,

you're really irritating,
and I wish you were missing.

DiNozzo, like it or not...

It's "not".

...we're on the same side.

I see your lips moving, but all
I hear is, "Lie, lie, lie."

And I don't know
what's more insulting.

The fact that you're
trying to use us,

or you think we're dumb enough
to actually buy it.

Someone's buying.

I'm in the building.

(elevator bell chimes)

(elevator bell chimes)

(chuckling):
Oh no.

That visitor's badge only
gets you in the lobby.

It's not a backstage pass.

I'll tell you
what, though.

What you can do is run
downstairs to the gift shop,

get yourself something nice.

Like a mug
or a T-shirt,

or a personality.

(sighs)

International Maritime Bureau

confirmed a location
for the Borealis.

Where?
Indian Ocean.

Captain spotted

Siravo's vessel approaching,

and he took evasive action.

Lost their Comets
in a firefight.

They were boarded?

No, the pirates never
made it on board.

Then what are we
looking at?

Rewind.

That's the pirate steamer.

Crew ofthe Borealis is fine.

No survivors
from the steamer's explosion.

Salvage crew says

it looks like remote
detonated ordnance.

So, this morning,
two of Siravo's

men supposedly gun
each other down

at the construction site.

And now, someone plants a bomb
on his ship.

Someone is taking out
Siravo's entire crew.

(sighing):
Come on!

I should ask for the tops
that aren't childproof.

"Masalamine."

For collagenous colitis.

Tried Prevacid
for GERD.

Gastroesophageal
reflux disorder.

Apparently,

I need an upper-bowel
study done to know

what it is for sure.

They thought it was
celiac disease and told me

to stop eating so much gluten.

I didn't even know
I was eating any gluten.

Yeah, stress can't
help much.

Two bodies
this morning

in Anacostia.

Nine more of his crew
in the Indian Ocean.

He's liquidating.

Who?

Siravo.

I should have seen it.

He had me consolidate his funds.

Almost 300 million.

He's made his fortune.

Closing up shop.

Leaves no use for you.

He was gonna kill me, wasn't he?

He still might.

Last one.

Can I have some water?

First immunity,
now water?

No more demands.

I hate to dry swallow.

Siravo, account numbers.

Not without immunity.

I'll give you a name.

Victor Flores.
Flores is

Siravo's number two.

I already know that.

I know how to get ahold of him!

How?

Have you ever played
Captains of Industry 3?

ABBY:
Captains of Industry 3--

the completely unnecessary
third installment

of the not-so-
popular sequel.

Capturing all the fun

of being a corporate CEO

and building
your very own business empire.

(groans)

Not playtime, Elf Lord.

You got that right.

COI3 was universally panned
as '08's worst MMORPG.

It sucks.

So why was Perry spending

up to seven hours a day
playing it online?

He sucks?

Maybe.

Still, what would
he get from COI3--

a game that nobody plays?

Real-time communications

in uncrowded chat rooms.

You can message people
to discuss game strategy,

talk trash...

Or send their fellow criminals
messages.

Coded messages.

We have all of Perry's
account information.

We can read his chats.

That's a lot of chatter
to decode.

McGee, it's playtime.

TONY:
According to Perry,
Victor Flores is

in the number-two slot.

Flores is a munitions expert,
likely the button man.

Contacting him may be
the only way to get to Siravo.

Not that he'll be
too willing to talk.

Been a lot
of internal bloodshed.

We're still kicking
around theories

about Killian and Vogel.

Would you care
to chime in?

Double-suicide pact.

Secret lovers couldn't stand
to live a lie any longer.

GIBBS:
Too many question marks.

DiNozzo, safe house for Perry.

Take Ziva with you.

Secret lovers.

Don't touch any of my stuff.

Yeah.

Keeping me
on a short leash, Gibbs?

Yeah, and a muzzle if I have to.

I thought we'd turned a corner

in our relationship.

You ask me for something,

I ask you for something.

I didn't ask you
to dig up dirt on Vance.

But you read
the file anyway.

No, I don't waste
time on fiction.

(wry chuckle)

Gibbs, what motivation would I
ever have to mislead you?

I respect
that you're suspicious.

Caution is an asset
in our line of work.

Trust is elusive
at best.

No, it's not,
not between us.

It's impossible.

(elevator bell chimes)

But I honor my debts.

Such nobility.

Somewhat hollow given
your fallback position.

You're not really sticking
your neck out for me.

Vance comes
down on you,

you're already thinking
you've got the goods on him.

Words are cheap.

Actions speak louder.

Or to put it in parlance
you'd understand:

measure twice, cut once.

Doesn't look that safe to me.

Why aren't we in a hotel?

Haven't you ever
seen Bullitt?

Bellhops, maids,
room service--
it's all a bad idea.

No one knows we're here.

PERRY:
Ugh, this hall smells.

God.

(sniffing)

Ugh, it's musty.

How about some
fresh air?

Stay away from the windows

and the door.
TONY:
And the wet bar.

Oh, this is going
to be a lot of fun.

Oh, gosh, place is a mess.

Whoever was here last
didn't clean up.

That would be me and McGee.

Hmm, let me guess--
basic cable.

Uncle Sam's dime.

I'm a very
light sleeper.

I can't share a room
with anyone else.

Was not an option.

Well...

(groaning)

I haven't eaten all day.

Any chance we can arrange
an early dinner?

Local cuisine.

I have a very delicate stomach.

I'm on a strict
macrobiotic diet.

Can't wait
to see what happens.

I'm gonna kill this guy
before Siravo does.

ABBY:
McGee, that's a terrible place
to put a railroad spur.

You're never going
to get clearance

from the city officials.
Excuse me,

I made a six-figure
charitable contribution

to the councilman's fund,
so he's going to cut me

a pretty sweet deal.

Not with the price
of iron skyrocketing.

You should have taken the deal
with the guy from Singapore.

(scoffs)

It's all part of the process.

Right?

Yeah. Messaging with people

from around the world--
that's how you play the game.

So, Perry-- he looks
like he's playing,

but he's actually communicating
with Flores.

Sending and receiving
coded messages.

Perry told us where to find
the cipher key on his laptop.

Now, they use terms
from the game.

For instance,
steel means guns.

(computer whirring and chirping)

Hospitals are
for emergencies.

Or a deal gone bad,

or a problem with
law enforcement.

Cabbage is...

Money. You know how to
communicate with Flores?

Oh, yeah.
We have been.

We're trying
to set up a meet now.

We can't track this
guy, his character?

Well, Flores

uses any of a dozen characters
in scattered locations.

It's the Wild West
in here, Gibbs.

But, boss, you are looking
at the sheriff.

(fanfare plays on computer)

Ooh, we got a response.

Flores wants to meet Perry
at the Stone Basin Hospital.

Which, according
to the cipher key,

means emergency meeting,
Rock Creek.

The park.

In an hour.

(computer warbling)

Ooh, pork bellies are falling.

(pigs squealing)

School was never fun as a kid.

I wasn't into sports.

And I was always nervous
around girls.

I didn't have
a lot of friends.

My parents thought

if I got a pet,
maybe that would help.

Sounds like a good idea.

Yeah.

That's when we found out
about my allergies.

Had to give Buttons to a cousin.

You know, you're not
a bad-looking guy.

You're being kind.

No. Actually,

I cannot believe
you never had a girlfriend.

Well, there was a girl
I kind of dated for a semester,

sophomore year
of college.

Yeah?

She was just using me.

Soon as she passed
Econ Statistics Analysis 340,

I never heard
from her again.

Ironically,

I thought earning a lot of money
would help me with women.

Now it turns out,
all it's going to get me

is prison... or murdered.

Danger is a turn-on
for women, right?

Some women.

Yeah.

(loud banging on door,
Perry gasps)

Shh.

TONY:
Land shark.

Come on, open up.
Food's getting cold.

How are you?
Hmm.

(door squeaks shut)

Any word on my immunity?

Well, I hear zinc lozenges help.

You might want
to try some vitamin C

or echinacea.
Oh, you mean your immunity? No.

I need to take one
with every meal.

You can skip a meal, Perry.

Trust me. You don't want to be
in this small apartment with me

if I haven't had my medicine.

(grumbles)

(birds singing)

Flores got here early.

Maybe we read the codes wrong.

(crow cawing)

It's clear.

Found Flores!

Then who is this?!

(camera shutter clicking)

Guess we're not gonna be
talking to Siravo's number two.

So much for Perry's
hot tip, huh?

On the contrary, McGee.

Flores is still warm.

97.8, to be exact.

This man was killed

less than half an hour ago.

97.7 on this body, Doctor.

DUCKY:
Yeah, both men were
killed at approximately

the same time.

We've seen that
before, Jethro.

What is it you say
about coincidence?

Care to dance, Gibbs?

Flores is smoking here.

First shot hits him in the leg.

He goes to take cover.

Draws his weapon.

Wounded,

he takes a shot.

More than one.

Two bullets hit this tree.

Plus one in our second
dead man's gut.

Now we're both wounded.

But I step out
to take another shot.

I'm hit,

but you're hit worse.

I step up,

and I put one
right in your heart.

Considering you're about
to die, that was a hell

of a shot.

McGEE:
Boss,

second body is Luther Rake.

Uh, found his car
down the road.

According to our intel,
he's low-level muscle

for Siravo.

He and Flores worked
for the same guy.

Not a coincidence.

Siravo

hired Rake to hit Flores.

Flores hit back.

(speed-dialing tones)
Body count's rising fast.

VANCE:
You're expecting

one living guy.

Instead, you find two dead guys.

Both Siravo's.

He sent Rake after Flores
before we could pick him up.

Only one way Siravo gets
that kind of heads-up.

We got a leak.

Means Siravo knows
we got Perry.

I want to know who told him.

Maybe we should start
with your buddy Kort.

He's not my buddy.

Could have fooled me.

I made some phone calls.

Trent Kort's
been benched.

Siravo hasn't been on
the CIA's radar in six months.

What's Kort doing digging around
in the trash?

He's got his uses.

Kort gave you my file.

I'm only concerned
about Siravo.

What's Kort interested in?

God and country.

Hmm.

Trent Kort shows up
bearing gifts.

I want to know
what's in it for him.

Trent Kort

does not gain anything

by leaking information, Leon.

Then I want to know who does.

Find the leak.
Find Siravo.

I want the CIA out of my house.

(heavy sighs)

Must have hard water here.

What are you looking at?

Eat your free-range
banana muffin.

If Siravo could get to Flores,

he'll be able to get to me.

I'm a dead man for sure.

Cool your jets, Perry.

U.S. Marshals are on their over
to get you right now anyway.

My immunity came through?

Yeah. I wouldn't
get too excited.

You are gonna have to spill
your guts to the U.S. attorney.

Not a problem.

(laughs)
Really?

You're gonna have
to pass a polygraph.

There's gonna be a trial.

You'll have to testify.

You're going to be shuttling
back and forth

between these lousy safe houses
for the next year.

I've got an idea.

Why don't you just tell us
Siravo's account numbers?

What do you mean
lousy safe houses?

Four bodies with a
total of seven wounds.

From seven bullets.

Fired from four guns.

All of which are in evidence.

We have the means
and the murderers.

Each body sings
a different harmony

to the same song.

Yeah, like a barbershop

quartet.
(laughs)

* Case closed.

No, no. I was thinking
more of...

* Badum, badum, badee.

"Let the punishment
fit the crime."

Gilbert and Sullivan.

Opera doesn't exactly translate
to barbershop quartet.

(laughs)

Of course, you would know that,
being a lover of opera.

And you a lover
of the barbershop quartet?

(chuckles)

It was college.

I was a tenor.

We were known as the PB & Js.

I was one of the Js.

Yeah, really?
Yeah, we modeled
our look

after the Dapper
Dans of Disneyland.

We had the,
uh... the vests,

the sleeve garters.

Yeah, the-the
straw boater hats.

Still have them at home.

Oh! We were good.

Well, the element

that makes barbershop music
unique is called the fifth note.

Yeah, a specific acoustical
effect found in the harmony,

also known as a
ringing chord.

Something you can only hear when
all four voices sing together.

Yeah. Something
our quartet lacks.

Something that only all four
bodies could tell us in unison.

We need a connection.

Horse manure.

Horse manure?

Uh, yes. We did

find traces of a substance

on their hands and
under the fingernails

of our dearly departed.

Yeah. So did Abby,
on their shoes.

Well, perhaps that's
our connection.

Yeah, traces of horse
manure on every one of them,

suggesting all four
were on a farm or ranch.

According to the chemical
breakdown of the manure...

Same ranch.

If all four men
worked for Siravo,

then it's safe to say that
that ranch was a meeting place

for his employees.

Maybe even Siravo himself.

Yeah, Duck, maybe.

Thank you, gentlemen.

DUCKY & JIMMY:
* Perfect harmony.

(both laugh)

(car horn honks)

(car doors closing)

Uh-oh.

(phone beeps on)

(phone ringing through)

Tony, we have been compromised.

What are you talking about,
Ziva? Is this a drill?

Did she get my medicine?

I'm going in the back.

(phone beeps off)
Come here. Let's go.

What? Oh, oh, oh, oh.

What are you doing?

(sighs)
Let's go, Perry!

Hey, hey, hey!

(door squeaks open)
We got to go?

We are more vulnerable
in transit. Take cover.

What's she gonna do?
You know,
I don't really know.

Bathroom now!

(speed-dialing tones,
phone ringing through)

(phone ringing)

Yeah. Gibbs.

We have a situation
at the safe house.

GIBBS:
Well, yeah, Ziva.
What is it?

Just a second.

(men grunting)

Ziva?!

Ziva!

Ziva, talk to me!

Under control.
(phone beeps off, snaps shut)

(phone beeps off)

(toilet flushing)
(retching)

You okay?

Mm-hmm. Your medicine.

You look like you need it.

Oh!
(pills rattle)

MAN:
Stand down!

U.S. Marshals!

ZIVA:
NCIS!

TONY:
Coming out!

Oh! Here you go,
gentlemen.

He's all yours.

Thanks.

MARSHAL:
Let's go.

Oh! Oh!

Oh...

That's a job well done.

McGEE:
Abby, no one was hurt.

Tony and Ziva are fine.

They're not fine!

Not as long as someone
is leaking information.

I mean, how else would

Siravo have known about
our meeting with Flores

and that we had Perry?

See? No one is safe
until I find this leak.

Any luck?
No!

There were no
unusual outgoing calls

from the NCIS switchboard.

I ran all
the phone numbers

for everyone with knowledge
of the crime: Gibbs,

Tony, Ziva, you, me--

home, cell
and office.

You ran your own
home phone records?

Yeah. Gibbs' orders.

Well, what about
the Internet?

There could be a virus
or Trojan horse on the network.

I already checked all incoming

and outgoing network
communications.

All the firewalls
are in place.

The TCP servers are secure.

If there's a leak,
it's not coming

from this building,
and I don't know

where else to look.
Try this.

Whose number is this?

Kort?
Run it.

What do you got?

Dashboard navigation systems

from the two vehicles
at the park.

Tracking where
Siravo's men have been.

See if there was
any common location.

You mean, other than
where they both died.

(computer beeping)
Okay.

Now, there's only
one other location

shows up in both
nav systems.

Put it up.

McGEE:
1314 Walnut Forest Road

in Stafford County.
That looks like stables.

It's a horse ranch.

Siravo's hideout.

Grab DiNozzo, Ziva.

Evidence garage in five.

Looking for a fight, Gibbs?

We're looking
for Siravo's crew.

What happened
to the wiggler?

Sterling's federal
marshals' problem now.

Need another gun?

Actually, we're out of vests,

but you can
go commando if you want.

GIBBS:
DiNozzo, get in
the damn car!

Getting in the car, boss.

(engine starting)

Where are you going, Gibbs?

(tires squealing)

(birds chirping)

*

Federal agents!
(gasping)

(heart monitor beeping)

Not much of a headquarters.

Who is he?

(gasping)

Face does look familiar.

It should.

Because it's on our wall.

It's our criminal
mastermind, Jonathan Siravo.

TONY:
In a topsy-turvy world

where nothing is as it seems,

the one place you can
turn to is The Wall.

Ran his prints,
the coma man is,

indeed, Jonathan Siravo.

Yes, the Master of Pirates...

Can't change
his diapers, but running

an international
crime syndicate?

That he can do
in his sleep.

You lied to me, Wall!

We have half-a-dozen
bodies downstairs,

another nine floating
on the other side
of the world.

Someone is
responsible for them.

Well, you're responsible
for a some of them.

Someone else is responsible
for the rest.

Someone has built an empire
using the name "Siravo"

as a front.

Yeah, to the tune
of 300 million

in illicit proceeds.

That guy ever wakes up,
he's going to be in

for one hell of a surprise.

Yeah, the best
we can figure,
Siravo never woke up

from his coma after his
motorcycle accident.

GIBBS:
Who's keeping him alive?
Who's paying the bills?

Boss, that's what
I'm working on here.

Private nursing care,
medical equipment,

horse ranch...

Everything was well-funded
until a couple days ago.

When the first account
was closed, its contents

were funneled into various
offshore accounts.

It's like Perry said,
"Consolidation and liquidation."

Like everyone else involved,

the money's also
being taken out.

All Siravo's accounts have been
drained in the past 24 hours,

but the transfers aren't being
made from outside the banks.

No passwords
or serial numbers used,

no requests for withdrawals
came via any net portal...

Someone's stealing
the pirate's gold.

It's not stealing.

Seizing.

Well, there's only
a couple agencies

that can do that:
Homeland Security and...

CIA.

McGEE:
International banking laws.

CIA can seize the assets

of any suspected
criminal or terrorist.

TONY:
Please don't tell me

we're making Trent Kort
a very rich man.

Yeah?

ABBY:
Um, I need to see you.

All right, Abbs.

Be right there.

Find Kort.

Abbs!

Abby?

Please, don't fire me, Gibbs.

Or, or send me to jail.

If I have a choice,
I'd rather be fired.

I think.

For what?

Aiding and abetting
in a homicide.

They played us
like a fiddle, Gibbs.

(sighs)

We were... fiddled.

We didn't know
what we were saying.

The message went out to Flores,

only it was in
an open forum.

So all Rake had to do
was monitor it.

The code.

We got it wrong.

"Hospital"

didn't mean "emergency."

It meant "send someone there."

So, as far

as Flores goes...

We put out the hit.

(speed-dialing tones)

Hey, DiNozzo,
tell me you got Kort.

Well, didn't get far--
less than three miles--

but you're not going to like it.
Where?

He just made a call.
Triangulation shows him

at the U.S. Marshal's office

at 500 Indiana.

Protection detail's
transporting Perry

to the U.S. Attorney's office.

Start the car.
Perry's the last loose end.

Kort's going to kill Perry?

No. No, he is not.

(cell phone rings)

Hello, Gibbs.

You drained
all of his accounts!

Who, Siravo?

There is no Siravo!

He's been out
of commission for years!

Eh, someone else must
be running his operations.

Yeah, and you know damn well
who that is, don't you?!

There's just two of us
left in this mess.

You listen to me, Kort!

Nobody else dies today!

Never expected you to turn him
over to the marshals.

(tires squealing)

MARSHAL:
All right, let's move.

Stow him.
Come on, let's go.

Stop.

Trent Kort, CIA.

The man you're transporting...

The man is in our protection.

We will use force
if you don't stop.

There's been a mistake.

This man cannot be allowed to...

(gunshots,
Kort and Marshals groaning)

CIA stole my money.

I want it back, Mr. Kort.

Every cent.

(tires screeching)

Give me my money!

GIBBS:
You heard him, Kort.

Give him his money.

Come on, Perry.

You're a numbers guy.

How do you like these odds?

You don't just drop a gun
that's been recently fired.

It could go off.

You okay?
Yeah.

You really are a madman.
(handcuffs tightening)

You knew it was Perry?

Well, I knew it wasn't me.

McGEE:
So Perry was Siravo's
accountant.

Set up his living will after

the motorcycle accident.

Used power of
attorney to access

his holdings, and began
building his network.

All the while,
the public face

of the criminal empire
would never be seen anywhere

but here, on The Wall.

(quietly):
You're the real victim here,
aren't you, Wall?

GIBBS:
You weren't after the pirate.

You were after his treasure.

VANCE:
Found his phony
health fund

and cleared it out.

I didn't know he would
take it so personally,

but it seemed like an opportune
time to cash in a favor.

$300 million,
I'd say you got
your money's worth.

CIA keeps it.

And you get Siravo
as promised.

A major threat

has been neutralized.

You thought I was
going to shoot him?

Just there to get him back,
that's all.

Couldn't have him hide
behind immunity now, could we?

Bank robberies from bad guys.

Is that how the CIA finances
their operations?

(sighs)

I'm just trying to get back
in the starting lineup.

It's possible you're even more
dangerous behind a desk.

(elevator bell chimes)

(soft groans)

Makes you feel any better,
Gibbs, I owe you one.

No. We're even.

(elevator bell chimes)

You know, the hardest
part about coaching?

It's watching
from the sidelines.

Yeah, it looks
a little different

from over there,
doesn't it, Leon?

What? You would have
done things differently?

I would.

I do.

But in the last
two minutes,

you got to let your
quarterback call the plays.

Nice win.

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