NCIS (2003–…): Season 7, Episode 23 - Patriot Down - full transcript

(horse neighs)

MAN: Welcome to Mexico,
Agent Gibbs.

Don't even think about it.

NEWSCASTER:
Following this year's

inspirational
commencement speech,

the 2010 U.S. Naval Academy
graduating class began

- their weekend-Iong celebration.
- TONY: Good times.

NEWSCASTER:
And, never to be outdone,

the city of Annapolis hopes
to make it

a graduation to remember...

Ah, graduation.

For many,
an alcohol-induced purple haze.

Easy there, Hendrix, it'll pass.

Back when I was on Baltimore
P.D., every graduation,

you'd go down to the drunk tank

and there'd be a hundred seniors
throwing up on themselves.

Good times.

Need I remind you that I, too,
will become a graduate soon?

With a degree in what?

English as a tenth language.

My naturalization interview
is this week,

both the written and oral exams.

It is how an alien
becomes a citizen.

Oh, I know what it means, E.T.

You ready?

I think so.

Ask me anything.

Fifth Amendment
to the Constitution

of the United States.

(grunts)

Due process.

No person shall be held
to answer for any

capital crime, unless indicted
by a grand jury.

- Ha.
- Nice.

Not bad, David, not bad at all.

DiNozzo, eighth letter
of the alphabet.

- "G."
- No, "H"

for homicide.

Got one on the beach
in Annapolis.

Could be academy-related.

Let's go.

VANCE:
One minute, Gibbs.

Every TV station in D.C.'ll
be covering

the Annapolis graduation
this week,

so until we know something,

let's keep this on the down-Iow.

Keep what on the down-Iow,
Director?

Ugh.

Hell of a way to go.

It smells like mesquite.

Who are you... Bobby Flay?

I'm just saying, certain woods
burn differently than others.

There's still green out here.

That's why it's smoldering.

Hmm, it is perfect for s'mores.

Never liked s'mores.

What are you talking about?

What's not to like?

You got your chocolate,

graham crackers,
gooey marshmallows.

What kind of Boy Scout are you?

I'm a Webelos, actually.

Well, zip up, Webelos.

Your inner geek is showing.

Are you sure you didn't see
something last night,

Ensign Bosch?

No, sir.

The fire was ready to go
when we got here.

I set it up the night before,

so we could just drop a match
and party.

And you think someone came
during the night

and deliberately hid
the body underneath?

Had to have, ma'am.

You feeling all right?

(sighs)

Tired, sir.

I've been up all night
celebrating.

Go get some sleep.
We'll be in touch.

DUCKY: "Whenever
a good nor'wester blows,

Christopher is certain
to have sand between the toes."

And who exactly is Christopher?

He's a creation of A.A. Milne,

who, reputedly, also liked
a good romp on the beach.

Well, well, well, well...

This one put up quite a fight.

Fingernails are broken
at the cuticle.

Heat has cooked off

most of the flesh, but not all.

Killers often assume
that a good fire

will... act like a crematorium.

They are unaware that it is

impossible to generate
the necessary temperature.

See that?
Wood wasn't hot enough.

Well, thank you,
Wee Willy Webelos.

Do you have your portable
fingerprint scanner with you,

- Timothy?
- Uh, yeah, I believe I do.

Thank you.

By rehydrating
the heat-dried digit

with saline,
the swirls and ridges regain

definition,
possibly allowing us to get

an identification.

It's like watering a mummy.

(scanner beeping)

Anything?

Words, McGee.

Boss, this is
Special Agent Lara Macy.

McGEE: According to Special
Agent Macy's personnel file, she

left the L.A. office last year
under special circumstances.

Was transferred to the
Force Protection Detachment

in Marseille.

You're supposed to feel
safer on American soil.

That could have happened
anywhere, to any of us.

That is the risk we take.

The agency's on alert.

The director has ordered
a threat assessment.

So now what?

We assess.

Figure out who killed
another female federal agent.

And uphold justice
to the full extent of the law.

Or whatever it takes.

Okay, she's a marine,

an agent, a daughter.

All right, daughter first.

Macy's mom lives on a farm
in Cumberland, Maryland.

Call her, tell her we're coming.

- On it. - (phone rings)
- David.

(man speaks indistinctly
over phone)

Right away.

Gibbs, a member of Special Agent

Macy's team from Marseille
is calling in to MTAC.

Threat assessment's
been put out.

Think they know?

Special Agent Macy left
four days ago, sir.

A flight from De Gaulle
to Dulles,

aboard a C-130 transport.

Do you know why she left?

Said she needed
some personal time.

Special Agent Macy is dead.

We found her here at Annapolis
early this morning.

Lara?

How? What happened?

She was murdered.

On my watch, Agent Mineoux.

So if you think
this is case-related,

I'm gonna need every document,
every file

that you can get your hands on.

Of course.
We'll send everything.

But it doesn't make sense.

Who would want her dead?

You check her apartment.

You check her phone records
and her mail.

Any idea where she was staying
while she was here?

Uh, she said I could reach her
at a hotel in Norfolk.

(beeping)

The Freemont Inn.

This is a great loss for us,
Director.

The whole agency.

You have no idea.

DUCKY:
It's just us. So tell me...

who did this wretched
thing to you?

Did it merely coincide
with your line of work,

or was it caused by it?

Your silence speaks volumes.

It's amazing
how someone so demure

can say so much with so little.

You're talking
to yourself again, Duck.

On the contrary.
Agent Macy is enlightening me.

Take a look at this.

There's a bone chip
on the anterior side

of the C-4 vertebra.

I believe a serrated knife

was pulled violently
up and across her neck,

practically severing it
from the spinal column.

Macy could hold her own.

Professional hit?

Well, certainly looks like it.

If someone wanted her dead,
why wait until she got home?

And why set her remains ablaze
in NCIS jurisdiction?

(door opens)

Hey, Abbs, what do you got?

Questions. For you.

Case first.

Okay, um, people only travel
for two reasons...

business or pleasure.

If Agent Macy was traveling
for pleasure,

then why didn't she stay
at her mom's house in Maryland?

Instead, she checked
into an impersonal motel

and everything we collected from
her room is work-related, so...

Work-related items,
work-related visit.

That's her NCIS laptop.

And that's her work cell phone.

Last call?

It was incoming,
from early last evening.

From a store-bought disposable.

I'm trying to track it now.

What's really interesting

are the five calls
that Agent Macy made

in the last three days.

All to a Petty Officer
Kaylen Burrows.

Pull the file.

I already did.

Burrows is currently stationed

on the USS Majestic.

It's been docked
outside Marseille

until a few weeks ago,

and then made port in Norfolk

at the same time
that Agent Macy did.

Agent Macy followed
Burrows back to the States.

Business...

- Not pleasure.
- Hmm.

Gibbs, speaking of business,

we need to talk.

About...

stuff and... things.

Not now, Abbs.

Okay.

Okay.

Oh! Hello, Mr. Gibbs.

Miss Hart, still not used
to you wandering around.

Oh. I got a pass now, remember?

Limited access.

Your client...

Colonel Bell...
he'll be disappointed.

Well, this isn't
about the colonel.

Actually, I'm on my way
to see Ms. Sciuto.

The Mexican government
wants their body back.

It's just a drug dealer.

Maybe, but if you had
an unsolved case,

you'd want
your evidence back, too.

You'd better get to work.

Do you want to grab
some dinner later?

Uh... no, I can't.

Beer?

No. Can't do that, either.

If I didn't know
any better, Mr. Gibbs,

I'd think you were avoiding me.

TONY:
Something smells good.

Oh, yeah.

You like mashed potatoes?

We are not here to eat, Tony.

Well, I mourn, I eat.

I'm Italian.

Jews and Italians
are similar that way.

TONY:
That's her.

Petty Officer Burrows?

Yes.

NCIS. This is Agent David,
I'm Agent DiNozzo.

Can we talk?

I'm running a little late.

I have a quarterdeck watch
to start.

(Tony sighs)

How's the flan?

The what?

Custard-like dessert
on your plate there.

It's tough to master the flan.

Texture needs to be smooth.

Just the right ratio of milk

to vanilla to caramel.

Can we stop talking
about the flan?

What are you, anti-flan?

Will you tell us what happened

between you and Special Agent
Macy in Marseille?

I don't know who that is.

Sure, you do.

You guys spoke this week...
five times.

MAN:
Uh, Petty Officer,

we need to go.
We're gonna be late for muster.

(laughs)

That's kind of cute how you guys
all look out for each other.

And you ate all your flan.

Well done, big boy.

This is a private conversation.

Well, this is
a U.S. Naval vessel, ma'am,

and we have responsibilities.

And so do we.

She'll meet you up on deck.

Gentlemen.

(cell phone ringing)

DiNozzo.

I did it!

Did what?

ABBY:
I busted through the back door

of Agent Macy's
encrypted laptop.

Okay. Agent Macy had started
a case file,

but she never turned it in,
because it was incomplete.

- Why?
- The victim in the crime

refused to testify.

As a matter of fact,

the victim refused
to cooperate at all.

And who was the victim, exactly?

Petty Officer Second Class
Kaylen Burrows.

And what was the crime?

Rape.

Tell us what happened
in France, Kaylen.

Nothing you say
will leave this room.

You can't promise that, ma'am.

No disrespect,

but I've been in this Navy
too long.

I know better.

According to the ship's log,

you had a 24-hour liberty
in Marseille.

It's a fun town.

I guess.

A little Bordeaux,
a little cognac.

Things went too far?

(sighs)

I met someone, we partied.

I'm as responsible as anyone.

Can anybody verify that?

ZIVA:
It seems your shipmates,

Capetanos and Wachter,
were on liberty as well.

Why did they not want you
to talk to us?

What I did is my business.

Look...

you were attacked.

I'm not pressing any charges.

Yeah, I told Agent Macy
the same thing.

I just... want to go back
to the Majestic now.

Well...

(sighs)

No can do.

Why?

Because you're also a witness
in a murder investigation.

That's im... that's impossible.

Who?

Special Agent Lara Macy.

I've already approved the return

of Pedro Hernandez's body
back to Mexico.

Your liaison,
Ms. Hart, has agreed

to make the transportation
arrangements.

The evidence should be
on its way

in a few days, Mr. Rivera.

My government and I very much
appreciate your assistance,

Director Vance, especially
loaning us Ms. Sciuto.

Her visit was illuminating,
to say the least.

Well, I think Ms. Sciuto enjoyed
her time in your country, too,

for the most part.

Let me videoconference her in.

(phone ringing)

(beep)

Ms. Sciuto?

Buenas noches, everyone.

Abby, I am still amazed
that you've managed

to make progress
on such an old case.

I am very much looking forward
to reading your report.

So am I.

Well, see,

that-that's what
I wanted to mention.

'Cause l-I really need
a little more time with it.

You know, just to make sure
l-I did a thorough job.

I mean, it's-it's...

l-I need to double-check
and triple-check everything.

Se?or Rivera, you'll have
that report as soon as possible.

We did just lose an agent,
Director,

and that does take priority.

It's certainly a priority
of mine.

I'm sorry, Director Vance.

I know what it's like to lose
people fighting for a cause.

- We face it every day.
- Thank you.

Alejandro, I swear I'll get it
to you as soon as I can.

Oh, of course, Abby.

I hate to see so much
on that brilliant mind of yours.

The case has been dormant
for 20 years.

A few more days cannot hurt.

VANCE:
Thank you, Ms. Sciuto.

(phone clicks)

Did you know my daughter well?

Well, unfortunately,
I only got to meet her one time.

She was an outstanding agent.

Good person.

Um, it's excellent tea, ma'am.

It was her favorite.

Lara and I used to sit
with a pot and talk for hours.

Funny how a cup of tea
can mean so much.

We're gonna need
to go through her belongings.

Well, everything
in Lara's room's

exactly as she left it.

Clothes in the closet date
all the way back to high school.

But I already showed your people
everything.

Not our people, ma'am.

Yes. There was a...
a man here earlier.

He couldn't have been nicer.

Can you describe him?

Handsome. Military.

After he went through her room,

I showed him the-the mud room
off the kitchen.

That's where
she kept her papers and...

whatnot.

Oh, dear, he left quite a mess.

All of this is Lara's?

Most of it.

Amazing what we collect
over the years.

I really need to get in here
and go through these things.

So many memories.

Wow. Agent Macy's
personal notes.

There's years of them here.

All dating back to when she was
an MP at Pendleton.

Box it. All of it, McGee.
Check the dates.

See if anything's missing.

Try to figure out
what this guy's looking for.

Anything in particular?

Just check it.

(elevator bell dings)

Get a sketch artist out there.
Let's I.D. this guy.

McGEE:
I already made the call,

- but I can make it again...
- DiNozzo.

Making it again, boss.

Come on, chew.

What do you got from overseas?

Agents spoke to the owner
of the bar that Burrows was in

- the night of the rape.
- Swallow.

Remembers an American civilian
hanging with her.

Young guy, big mouth,
big drinker.

Does he got a name?

Uh, yes.

Used a credit card to, uh,

run his bank statements,

and came up
with a Tyler Hammond,

22, out of Chevy Chase.

His dad... Randall,

is a big muckety-muck

builder in D.C.

He founded
Derby Winner Construction.

They've got sites
all over the city.

Junior finished
Georgetown last year.

Kicked around for a little bit,
and then Mommy and Daddy

got tired of his face; sent him
to Europe for three months.

- He still in Europe?
- Negatory.

Flew back a week ago.

Tyler's home now.

Maybe Agent Macy
went to see him.

Maybe she got too close.

Take Ziva.
Bring him in.

MAN: This community relies
on its police department,

and this is the kind
of support we get?

I know you're
chief of police, but

I pay a lot of taxes to keep
this neighborhood safe.

Now, I want you to find
those men. Do you hear me?!

- Yes, sir.
- What is going on here?

It's a nice fountain.
It's very Caesars Palace.

Hey, guys.
You Tyler Hammond?

Who the hell are you?

NCIS.

Damn Navy. Where were you
a few minutes ago?

Can you tell us what's going on?

A couple of guys
in ski masks pulled up

and beat the daylights
out of my son.

Well, that's not good.

Can you describe
these guys, Tyler?

Big.

I never saw them coming.

So you did not see their faces?

Didn't need to.

They took off in an SUV

with Navy base permits
on the glass.

Couple of respectable
military guys

beating up an innocent kid.

You know, I have friends
at the Pentagon.

I'm going to call my lawyer.

And I'm going to sue you people.

Okay. All right.

Why don't you call Gibbs,
give him a heads-up?

Tell him our attacker's
been attacked.

Special Agent Gibbs.

How you feeling, Tyler?

We've been waiting
for you for over an hour.

It's nice of you
to finally show.

Busy day, Mr. Hammond.

Maybe you need to get
your priorities straight,

Special Agent Gibbs.

Look what they did to my son.

Who, exactly?

Navy guys.

Your Navy.

I was walking to my car.
They grabbed me and...

You don't need to say
any more, Tyler.

That's sound advice.
Who are you?

Marshall Tomko,
Mr. Hammond's attorney.

Well, you're right, Mr. Tomko.

Tyler, you don't have

to say anything else.

It makes you look guilty.

My son didn't do anything wrong.

That's not what
Petty Officer Burrows says.

I know all about her,
her little story.

She's lying.

Mr. Hammond,
if your son's so clean,

why'd two Navy sailors

drive all the way out here
to kick his ass?

Because Tyler Hammond
witnessed them rape

one of their own
that evening in Marseille.

He tried to stop it,
but couldn't.

That's not
the petty officer's story.

She's afraid, intimidated.

They're on that ship
together, 24/7.

They know
that Tyler can I.D. them.

They're scared he'll talk,

and they're desperate.

It's a theory.

How about you, Tyler?
You got an opinion?

My son just wanted to help.

And this is the thanks he gets.

What if our lawyer is right?

What if her shipmates did do it?

Then I understand
why Petty Officer Burrows

has kept her mouth shut.

I don't.

Why would you let someone
get away with rape?

Perception.

Burrows is in the military.

If a woman cries rape, no man
on that ship would ever

totally trust her again.

Well, you're a woman.
What would you do?

I'm different.

After torturing them

until they cried like babies,

I would castrate them.

Give them what they deserve.

Hmm. Spoken like a true
almost-American.

Background check.
I'm listening.

McGEE:
Wachter and Capetanos

both show some teenage offenses.

Both were on 24-hour liberty
from the Majestic

- the night Macy was killed.
- And Seaman Wachter

did sign out a motor pool van
earlier today.

It's possible Burrows
is being strong-armed.

And when Macy started snooping,
they killed her, too?

McGEE:
Agent Macy's investigation

shows a hospital rape kit

was administered the morning
after Burrows was attacked.

Swabs, blood work, everything.

Were the results determined?

You can't tell from here.

When Burrows backed off
the case,

the results were never posted.

Have Abby check with
the infirmary on the Majestic.

See if that rape kit's
still there.

You talk to those enlisted guys.

Already did it, boss.

Do it again!

TONY:
Doing it again, boss.

NCIS.

Everybody out except you two...
Wachter, Capetanos.

George... is this
your conn locker?

You don't mind?

Well, we have a witness
that puts you and, uh, Big Karl

at Tyler Hammond's house.

You guys make a habit
of beating up civilians?

What are you looking for, sir?

Evidence.

- Of what?
- The assault

- on Petty Officer Burrows.
- That's crazy.

Is it?

'Cause every time I look at her,

you guys are...

all over her.

You afraid
she's gonna say something?

You got it wrong.

What about the murder
of Special Agent Lara Macy?

- Whoa, whoa, whoa,
this is out of hand. - Shut up.

We don't know anything about...

- Shut up!
- You shut up!

Look, we jumped
that rich punk Hammond.

We were at the bar
that night in Marseille.

We saw them leave together.

He raped Petty Officer Burrows.

She's one of us.

And we take care of our own.

So you're confessing
to the fistfight

but not the rape or the murder.

And why should we believe you?

Because it's the truth.

Relax.

Exhale.

I'm trying, sir.

Try harder,
and don't call me sir.

Not forcing you
to do anything here.

I know.

I get the kind of pressure,

the kind of scrutiny
you're under, Kaylen.

Don't let whoever did this
get away with it.

It's not just about you.

It's about the truth.

It's about a dead NCIS agent.

It's about somebody getting away
with murder...

until now.

Special Agent Lara Macy.

She died trying to arrest
whoever did this to you.

That was her job.

Now this is my job.

So, who did it?

Those two sailors
on the Majestic?

(voice breaking):
No!

It was the college kid...

(sniffles)

Tyler Hammond.

But he wasn't alone.

It's contaminated, Gibbs.

Burrows' rape kit?

Also known
as a Vitullo kit. Yeah.

When Petty Officer Burrows
refused to allow its use,

the hospital filed it away
in some storage closet.

I mean, legally,

they have to run
the test anyway,

but by the time
they processed it,

something happened.

Abbs, you can't pull
anything from it?

I'm really sorry, Gibbs,
but scientifically,

you're no closer
to knowing who did this

than you were when you started.

Give me the results, anyway.

I just told you they're useless.

I know that.

Well, I know that you know,
but I... I'm confused.

- Oh! I know.
- (dialing phone)

You're doing your Gibbs thing,

to get a confession.

- Hey, DiNozzo.
- TONY: Yeah, boss.

GIBBS:
Get Tyler Hammond back in here.

- TONY: I'm on it.
- Gibbs.

Gibbs.

Look, I know that
Special Agent Macy's murder

is super important,
and I know that you guys have

a long history together

going back to when
you were a marine.

And not a lot
of people know that, but Gibbs,

we really need

to talk about Mexico...

(echoing):
Mexico... Mexico... Mexico...

KELLY (echoing):
Daddy... Daddy...

(tires screech, car crashes)

What'd you just say?

I said we need
to talk about Mexico...

FRANKS (echoing):
Probie... Probie... Probie...

Ah, boss,
Agent Macy's notebooks...

chronologically, I have figured
out what we're missing.

January '91
through February '92.

Those are all dates when Macy
was an MP at Pendleton.

Now, that's the same time
that you were at Pendleton.

Boss, what's going on?

Drawing of the guy
from Macy's house.

I need an I.D., McGee, now.

- (phone rings)
- (men conversing in Spanish)

?Bueno?

GIBBS (over phone):
Hello.

Uh, ?habla usted ingl?s?

S?. This is Camila.
Who is this?

GIBBS:
Camila,

this is Jethro Gibbs,
Mike Franks' friend.

Se?or Gibbs. ? Como estas?

Bien. Uh, I need you
to get a message to Mike for me.

I have not seen him.

But when he comes in,
I will make sure he...

You need to get the message
to him now. Right now.

S?, se?or. I will try.

The message is "Rule number 44."

Repeat it back to me.

Rule 44.

He will know what this means?

Just give him the message.

Make sure he has Leyla and Amira
with him.

Just do that, okay?

Se?or Gibbs, are you all right?

(phone beeps off)

Kaylen Burrows had
a rape kit done

the night of the attack.

It's positive.
Your son's DNA's all over it.

There has to be
some kind of mistake.

There's no mistake.

I know what's going on here,
Gibbs.

This is the Navy covering
for its own.

It's positive for you, too!

You flew to France to meet
Tyler for a few days,

spend some quality time
with your son.

He didn't rape that girl alone.

You both raped her, together!

Who the hell
do you think you are?

We're done here.

Sit your asses down!

I'd like to speak to my son.

I'd like to speak to Lara Macy,
but she's dead!

Did you kill her?

(chuckles) Who the hell is
Lara freakin' Macy?

(grunts)

Did you kill her?!
Did you?!

(panting):
That Navy girl...

(gasping breaths)

...she was drunk,
but she wanted it.

But I swear
we didn't kill anybody!

(Randall panting)

We didn't kill that agent.

I'm sorry.

Duck, the knife used
to kill Lara Macy...

who made the knife?

For the most part,
linking a specific weapon

to a nick in a human bone is
virtually impossible.

Okay, but?

But in this case,

I can go out on
the proverbial limb.

The pattern is indicative of

a KA-BAR 12-77.

12-77. That's an Army knife.

Yes. Our assailant knew

that the first cut had
to be sufficient.

He ended her life deliberately,

brutally,
and without hesitation.

She was executed.

DUCKY: Yeah, and then left
to be discovered,

to taunt whoever
would be hurt the most

by her untimely death.

Not unlike leaving
a single bullet to be found

in the Mexican sun.

You're familiar of the kind
of killer to which I speak.

(gunshot)

- I am.
- Now, Jethro...

Wait. This is as much about you

as it is about
Special Agent Macy.

Listen to me.

I autopsied Pedro Hernandez.

The name seemed
familiar at the time.

Now I know why.

(elevator bell dings)

I know what you've been

carrying around
for nearly 20 years.

(bell dings)

You may not have wanted this
to come to the surface,

but someone else did.

And now they are forcing
your hand.

- Who is it?
- (cell phone ringing)

I mean, tell me, Jethro!

Jethro!

Yeah.
Gibbs.

- Se?or, I am glad you answered.
- (men shouting nearby)

Camila, did Franks
get my message?

S?, se?or,
but there are men here.

Soldados. Soldiers with guns.

Your amigo is in bad trouble.

Se?or Gibbs? Se?or Gibbs?

Where is he?

I don't know
what you're talking about.

The hell you don't.
Colonel Bell.

Where is he?

- I haven't spoken to him.
- Sure, you have.

What are you doing
to me, Allison?

I'm here to help
with the task force.

This isn't about that.
This is about

Colonel Merton Bell
using you to get to me.

I haven't told him
anything about you.

You must have, 'cause
people around me are dying.

People I care about.

Bell is after me.

Because you threw him
in a Mexican jail.

He's a criminal.

Is he?

Is that for you to decide?

I am his attorney, Mr. Gibbs.

He's a patriot.
It's my job

- to defend him.
- He's a murderer!

How's it feel to be in the
murder business, Ms. Hart?

I don't like
what you're suggesting.

Be honest with me!

Just one time,
be honest with me.

Where is he?

(sighs)

Last I heard, he was headed
back down to Mexico.

To Baja.

What are you going to do?

You're making
a dangerous mistake.

(door slams)

McGEE:
Uh, Bell's corporate jet

registered a flight plan
out of Virginia two days ago.

Final destination was Mexico.

GIBBS:
They're after Mike Franks.

Pulled the passenger manifest:
flight crew,

Bell himself, and a couple
of his current employees.

Names, backgrounds.

Well, we've got one ex-con,
a few dishonorable discharges,

all low-ranking,
except for this guy.

Former Army Ranger
Jason Paul Dean.

Army Ranger.

The guy was highly decorated

until he killed a bunch
of Afghan civilians

and got discharged,

after which he was hired
by none other than Merton Bell.

Two peas in a bulletproof pod.

Oh, and boss,
I think we've got a match

on who stole
Agent Macy's notebooks.

Last call Macy got was
from a disposable cell.

Abby find out
where that came from?

Uh, still working on it.

DiNozzo, info on Bell
after he landed in Mexico.

Um, well, anything specific
you want me?

Everything. I want everything.

Gibbs, come and look at this.

Talk to me, Abbs.

The disposable cell phone

that was used to call
Agent Macy...

finally tracked it to
a convenience store in Norfolk.

I'm processing
the security camera footage

to find out who bought it.

But it's...
it's gonna take a while.

You know, if you want
to just relax.

Relax?

Abbs.

(remote clicks)

This is a lockdown.

A what?

We're going to talk, Gibbs.

Like hell. Not now.

Yes! Now!

Since when did I become
the kid in class

that the teacher won't call on?

The evidence in my report

says that you killed
Pedro Hernandez.

And you're not even willing
to talk to me about it.

I didn't think I needed to.

I owe you everything.

You're Gibbs.

(Abby sighs)

No one needs to know the truth

about the Hernandez
investigation.

I am willing to do
anything for you.

I just need you
to tell me what to do.

No, you don't, Abbs.

I've only ever needed you
to do one thing.

My job.

But it's different this time.

I mean, it has to be, right?

No, it doesn't.

(beeping)

Former Army Ranger Jason Dean.

Hell...

He's one of Bell's men.

I bet his knife matches
Agent Macy's wound.

You know too much, Abby.

Gibbs...

What do I do?

You send in the report
to the task force.

All of it.

I know.

You shouldn't have
to tell me, right?

(remote clicks, door opens)

Where's Gibbs?

Security said he ran out

of this place
like it was on fire.

Excuse me, sir,
but why am I here, exactly?

'Cause based on
what I'm hearing,

Special Agent Macy's killer
worked for Colonel Bell...

your client.

This is Lieutenant
Jason Paul Dean.

That was Bell's right-hand man.

I don't represent Mr. Dean.

But you represent Bell's firm...
First Defense PMC.

Dean is employed
by First Defense.

Which means you're in
the hot seat, M. Allison Hart.

I'll find Gibbs.

(sighs)

Before you say anything...

Before you try to explain to me
why I don't have the legal right

to question you, let me
assure you, I looked into it.

I do.

This is a possible matter
of national security,

thanks to Bell crossing
federal borders

and working
with narco-terrorists.

Which gives me a whole lot
of wiggle room.

Do I need a lawyer?

You need to listen.

Okay.

I got a lot of pieces
to a puzzle here.

And the only thing these pieces
have in common

are Colonel Bell
and First Defense.

So let's cut to the chase.

What the hell's going on?

Do you care about Gibbs?

What kind of a question is that?

Stop being a lawyer,
start being a friend.

Do you care about what happens
to Special Agent Gibbs?

Yes.

Then tell me
what your patriot Bell is up to.

Ever since Colonel Bell
got out of prison,

he's been accumulating
information

on Special Agent Gibbs.

To what end? Revenge?

Blackmail? Leverage?

- (horse neighs)
- # There ain't no grave #

# Can hold my body down #

# There ain't no grave #

# Can hold my body down #

# When I hear
that trumpet sound #

# I'm gonna rise
right out of the ground #

# Ain't no grave
can hold my body down #

# Well, look way down
the river #

# What do you think I see? #

# I see a band of angels #

# And they're comin' after me #

# Ain't no grave
can hold my body down #

(horse neighs)

# There ain't no grave
can hold my body down #

# Well, look down yonder,
Gabriel #

# Put your feet
on the land and sea #

# But Gabriel,
don't you blow your trumpet #

# Till you hear from me #

# There ain't no grave
can hold my body down. #

(sighs)
Mike.

(horse sputters)

(gun hammer cocks)

Don't even think about it.

You're Dean?

Welcome to Mexico, Agent Gibbs.

First Macy,
then you kill Franks?

That ain't Franks.

Who is it?

Colonel Merton Bell.

Who do you really work for?

- (thud)
- (Gibbs grunts)