Dude, this yacht
is off the hook.
Jacuzzi, 4K TV.
Thing's even got a tanning bed.
The only thing it's missing is...
Oh. Never mind.
Wish me luck.
Door's open.
♪ Sex and lies and videotape ♪
♪ Sex, lies and videotape... ♪
Wow. Happy birthday to me.
Call for a date?
Mm-mm.
One hour, cash up-front.
Then we talk about your birthday.
We're done talking. Why don't you give
the birthday boy a kiss? Huh?
Okay, well, why don't we start with a drink, huh?
Well, I've been drinking all day.
What I could use...
is a massage.
How about a broken jaw instead, huh?
Uh... Who the hell are you?
Uh, nobody-- what are you doing here, Luis?
What am I doing here? What are you doing here?!
I'm workin'. Wait, you know this guy?
Yeah, I'm her boyfriend. No-- he's my ex...
boyfriend.
Oh, boy.
Buddy, take a hike. I got to talk to my girl.
Charlie, come here.
Dude, this is my boat.
How about you take a hike? Dude.
This is not your boat.
Well, actually, it's a rental.
Homie, do you realize that now,
I have to beat the hell out of you?
That wasn't mentioned in the ad.
Look, I think we got off on the wrong foot.
You give me no alternative, buddy.
Wait, wait, hold on. I-I didn't even touch your girlfriend.
Ex-girlfriend.
Whatever. Uh...
Here. Money, okay?
Here, take it,
and get out of here, both of you.
I don't want any problems.
Charlie, come here. Charlie! No.
Charlie, don't walk away from me.
Come on, just give me another chance.
Cool it, De Niro,
we're out of earshot. Charlie.
I need you, Charlie.
I need you.
Did we get it?
Uh-huh.
Nice.
♪ NCIS 15x14 ♪ High Tide Original Air Date on January 2, 2018
== sync, corrected by elderman == @elder_man
All right.
Uploading Turner's cell phone.
McGee, you getting this?
So far, so good.
It should just take a minute, boss.
- Any problems? - Well, aside from Bishop
almost blowing up our cover,
no, we're pretty good. Excuse me?
You shouldn't have slapped his hand away.
I don't give out free samples.
I got three kids to feed, and a sick Nana in Boca.
What? You told me to have a backstory.
That's my backstory.
No, that's actually,
that's actually pretty good. Thank you.
- What's wrong with Nana? - Shingles.
Condolences. McGee?
All right, upload is complete.
I have mirrored Turner's cell, so that we should be able
to listen in on any calls he makes.
I thought we were bringing him in.
We got a thousand grams of fentanyl
being smuggled onto the base every month.
Families are being torn apart.
SECNAV wants it stopped.
Director, uh, Jared Turner
is just a street dealer.
Uh, the better play here is to tail him.
Find out where he's getting the drugs from.
All we know right now is that they're being smuggled in
from Norfolk's civilian marina.
Actually, we may know something else.
Turner's getting a text.
From who?
No idea. It's a burn phone.
But the message is a heads-up.
It says someone's coming to buy drugs,
but the sender wants Turner to put a bullet
in their head, instead.
So if we intervene, we-we blow our op.
So I'm assuming we...
Intervene. Can't let a murder happen.
Right. Yeah, no.
That's totally what I was...
Yeah.
So, how's this gonna do down?
I take the stern, you take the bow?
No. We do the Torres Triple Play.
No, please, not another undercover story.
I was midtown, working undercover at a clock factory...
Any more texts? No, not yet,
but I am running a trace on the...
What is it?
That's a heel.
McGee? Any word?
No, still nothing.
I've tried Torres's burn phone ten times.
You text Bishop?
Yeah, her burn phone, her home phone,
Snapchat account, nothing.
Well, I viewed the tapes.
Didn't seem like they had enough time
to make it to the boat before it blew.
So then, where are they?
We got a body!
Yeah, go ahead and tie off.
I'll text Palmer.
Looks like he was pretty close to the source of the explosion.
Yeah, I don't think that's what killed him.
Looks like someone shot him point-blank.
And wasn't Turner the one ordered to do the hit?
Looks like something went wrong.
Sorry, sir, dock's closed.
I have a right to be here.
Are you gonna let me through, G.I. Joe?
This is a civilian marina.
Thank you.
So I guess you're in charge?
Yeah. Special Agent Gibbs...
NCIS.
You own the boat that was docked here?
I own four boats in this marina.
Three.
What the hell happened to my boat?
You tell us. I don't know.
I rented Chloe out yesterday to some punk kid.
When I find him, I'm gonna kill him.
Too late.
If you knew he was a punk kid,
why would you rent him your boat?
Because his money was green.
He actually was kind of a nice kid.
Was anyone with him?
Well, I know who wasn't. Boss, look at this.
Just got this text From Bishop's burn phone.
Rough night?
Gibbs, I know protocol says, uh, we should've reported in.
Which I reminded him of a dozen times.
Two dozen times.
But when an op goes sideways like that,
you stay down until you know which end is up.
And he calls that bit of wisdom the Torres Two-Step.
You done?
Well, looks like I didn't miss much.
Sorry I'm late.
I, uh, got stuck on the Hill.
Director...? I'm here for a sitrep.
And since the mountain won't come to Muhammad...
What happened?
I don't know.
We were walking towards the boat, and then...
The next we knew, we were flat on our asses.
Slipped away from the base,
found a spot to hole up. Spent the whole night, uh,
searching Jared Turner's cell phone.
We know where he's getting his drugs from.
We need to go back in.
Only place you're going is the hospital.
I'm sorry, guys, but we didn't spend two weeks
backstopping our identities just...
just so we can walk away.
Yeah, Gibbs, we're-we're fine.
You don't look fine.
Yeah, and for all we know, you two have been made.
Okay.
Oh.
Oh, you're serious.
I don't get made,
Director.
With all due respect.
And Gibbs just told you to report to the hospital.
Yeah, but...
All due respect.
All right.
Let's go, Muhammad.
Wait a minute, I'm Muhammad, right?
Jared Turner, 32 years old,
with a record a mile long.
Petty theft, some B and E, small-time dope dealing.
Not small-time anymore.
He's making enough dealing to rent a yacht.
And thanks to Bishop and Torres cloning his phone,
we now know who's supplying him with the drugs.
Mitchell Young. Runs a boating supply store
at Norfolk's civilian marina.
And we've got texts going back for months
discussing pickups and drop-offs.
Bet they ain't talking about bait or tackle.
- Must be where the fentanyl's coming in. - He the boss?
Seems more like middle-management.
But we're getting closer to the top.
All right, let's pick him up.
It doesn't really look
like a hotbed for drug distribution.
Well, that's why they call it a front, McGee.
Hold on a second.
Wait, isn't Torres supposed to be at the hospital?
Yes.
So he's disobeying a direct order?
Yes.
Your driver's license says it's from Maine, huh?
Mm-hmm.
It's beautiful this time of year. Remind me,
what was the capital, again, of that fine state?
Nice try, ladies.
So do you still want the, uh, fidget spinners?
Well, we tried.
Augusta.
Excuse me?
Augusta, man, that's the, uh, capital of Maine.
Ah.
Yeah, I'm straight in the beer department.
So what can I do for you?
Ooh, that's not the question, player.
The question is, "What can I do for you?"
What's that?
That is a clone of Jared Turner's cell phone.
My girlfriend snagged it last night.
I'm listening.
We've been running the same con for years, right?
You know, she poses as an escort,
yeah, she clones the-the marks' cell phone,
and then, uh, we use that information
to steal the guy's identity.
Smart.
How you guys making out? Not as well as you.
And go ahead and put the gun back.
I'm not here to blackmail you, man.
So what do you want?
I want a job.
Agent Torres, you disobeyed a direct order.
Thought it was more like a suggestion.
That's not the direction you want to go in.
Fine. How about this?
- I made a choice. - Not your call to make, Nick.
Put you and your partner at risk. And it paid off.
Mitchell Young offered both Bishop and me
a job on his crew.
So... what, now two of my best agents
are gonna be spending their time
going up and down the boardwalk selling drugs?
Well, it's a step up from a hooker and her pimp.
Easy, killer.
Gibbs, this Mitchell guy
is higher on the food chain than Turner was.
We are a step away from the ringleader, and I know it.
Director, do you want to bring down a drug ring or not?
Overdoses on the base are climbing.
People are dying; our friends are dying.
We don't have a lot of leads here.
Actually, our divers just recovered the gun
that was used to kill Jared Turner.
The serial number's been filed off.
You knew he was gonna do this, didn't you?
Are we all good?
No. You're about as far from good as possible.
And I'll deal with your insubordination later.
But for now, yeah...
you're good enough.
Did you really know I was gonna do that?
And then he left me
at the hospital,
while he went back in alone
to restart our investigation.
Okay, you know what?
We are good.
Mm-hmm. Thank you for all of your help.
I-I actually, uh...
already had enough bullets to confirm that
that is our murder weapon.
Sorry. I'm just... pissed. Couldn't tell.
Look, I'm sure that Torres feels terrible
about what he did.
Ooh, I'm the man.
The director just approved...
Be glad I took the gun.
Yo, yo, yo, yo.
Bishop! Hold on, hold on.
Oh, now you have time for me, Nick?
Something wrong?
Yeah. I thought we were a team. We are.
But I saw an opportunity, so I took it.
Well, that wasn't really your decision to make.
It was better that you didn't know.
Oh, really? Better for who, Nick?
Look, maybe I screwed up.
But when you're undercover, things move fast,
and you're forced to do things that you normally wouldn't do.
And you do it because... because it feels right,
because you're in the zone,
because you just have to.
And at the end of the day,
that's how you stay alive.
Just wanted to... capture the moment.
Oh.
And to tell you that the gun
our divers found is, in fact,
the gun that killed Jared Turner.
Any luck I.D.'ing the owner?
Well, you know the serial number was filed off the gun,
but you also know... That you're a genius?
Thanks. I didn't want to have to... say it myself.
So, earlier this morning, I tried this new technique.
It's called electron backscatter diffraction,
and it images, like, individual atoms...
So how much technobabble do you want to hear?
Is zero an option?
Yes. Our murder weapon
is registered to...
Denise Mancuso.
She's a science teacher on the base.
She looks more like band camp than badass.
Now, I also have an address.
All right,
well, send it to McGee.
Torres and I have to go sell some dope.
Well...
that explains the thumping sound.
Sorry about that, my friend.
I normally use the bag to clear my mind, but...
I have plans tonight,
and I don't want to sweat.
Not yet.
I assume you're here about our murder suspect.
I got to say, this woman Denise
is about as squeaky clean as they get. Mm.
Ninth grade science teacher, PTA mom.
Hardly someone who would be involved in a drug ring.
That's not why I'm here.
Hmm.
No, I'm good.
You don't look so good, Leon.
Take a load off.
Huh.
Oh.
Let me guess.
Agent Torres? You're wondering
if you can trust him after he ignored your orders.
No, actually, now I'm wondering
if I'm that easy to read. Listen,
this isn't the first time Agent Torres defied orders,
but this is the first time you've been in my office.
Yeah, but this time he took it too far.
I'm afraid Agent Bishop may pay the price.
He's a lot to handle.
We trained him to follow his gut and take chances,
and that's what he did, and it turned out to be
the right move.
Sound familiar, Director?
Gibbs.
Well, that's...
that's just great-- that's all I need is two of them.
Here.
I'll take a yellow one.
Thanks, Jack.
See you later.
Are you kidding me?
This is a joke, right?
Sorry, Mr. Lane, this is all I'm authorized to do.
I lost a million-dollar yacht on your dock,
and all you're gonna comp me is two scuba tanks?
Where's Mitchell? Out on a dive.
He'll be back at 4:30.
Then I'll be back at 4:30.
What up, what up?
So, where is Mitchell, really?
Let me guess.
You're the new guys? And you are...?
Donnie. Mitchell's assistant.
He's in the back.
Go wait by that door.
I'll let you know when he's ready.
No, not you.
Just her.
You already had your interview.
Wherever she goes, I go.
It's okay, baby. I'll be fine.
Why don't you pick out a new suit for me
while you're waiting.
Ready to get to work?
Uh... yeah.
She has enough bathing suits.
All right, so what are we doing, huh?
Dropping off? Picking up?
Sort of. You see those tanks?
Yeah.
Well, we got to carry them out to the truck.
They need to be hydrostatically tested.
I'm sorry... it sounds like you're asking me to, um...
lift stuff.
Uh, that's not what I signed up for.
Yeah, you and me both. But somebody's got to do it.
Besides, the last guy blew up.
I picked her up
at the school science fair.
She was baking cookies in a solar oven.
Cookies?
Mint chip.
We sure Abby's got the right person here?
She hardly seems
like a homicidal arsonist to me.
You think?
I-I know why I'm here.
And I could totally explain everything.
It's actually quite funny.
Mm.
Uh...
uh...
one of my students needed a fake I.D. for a practical joke.
I-I'm pretty good with Photoshop, so I...
Not why you're here. Oh.
Is this about the cannabis in the school greenhouse?
I have a card.
It allows me to grow up to...
It's not about the cannabis in the school greenhouse.
I'm... just gonna...
stop talking now. Good idea.
You know this man?
No.
How about now?
What's going on? What's going on is it looks like
you snuck aboard Jared Turner's boat two days ago,
put a bullet in his head.
Started a fire to cover up the murder.
You can't be serious.
That your weapon?
Then we're serious.
That gun was stolen over a year ago.
Did you report it?
No.
Why not? Because it was stolen
by my sister-in-law.
As much as I despise that crazy bitch,
family is family.
That crazy bitch have a name?
Yeah. Frankie.
Frankie Mancuso.
Who wears a Red Fang T-shirt
to a family Christmas party?
Yeah, we're moving about a kilo a month
but there's always room for improvement.
Yeah, I'm interested.
Any day now. Door's open.
So, you wanted to talk to me, or just...
stare at me like an idiot?
Feisty.
I see why he likes you.
Yeah, well, I'm a very likable person.
I'm glad that's settled. We done now?
No.
This is a job interview.
I thought I already had the job. Your boyfriend vouched for you, yeah.
And I had him checked out-- he's the real deal. But, uh...
I need to see what you got for myself.
Take a seat.
Okay.
So am I filling out a W-2?
Not quite.
Anyone who works for me
has got to understand two things.
One...
I'm 100% loyal to my crew.
And two...
I expect the same thing in return.
Don't I, Frankie?
I swear... I just went to the yacht trying to score.
You shot my best earner.
Jared pulled a gun on me.
He was gonna kill me.
What was I supposed to do?
Die?
Like I said...
loyalty.
Your boyfriend proved himself
when he returned our stolen property.
Now it's your turn.
In case it wasn't clear,
I'd like you to shoot this woman.
Mitchie, please.
You want her dead, you shoot her. It's simple.
You want to work for me, you got to get your hands dirty.
And if I don't?
You don't want to find out.
And I don't got all day.
No.
Oh. One more thing.
Don't miss.
There's only one bullet.
In case you get any ideas.
What the hell?
Yo, we got to go.
Some kids set off the fire alarm.
Whoa, whoa, whoa. Did I miss something?
Just tying up a loose end. Do it.
Fine. Whatever.
What are you doing, Luis? What, are you crazy?
The base fire department is on its way over.
Can't get caught with a dead body.
We can't get caught with a live one, either.
Come on, man. We're not shooting anyone on base. Think.
So we take her off base,
put a bullet in her head and dump the body.
Um...
yeah.
What she said.
McGee's checking out her apartment.
Still no word on the BOLO.
No one can find her.
Gibbs.
Yeah. Think I found her.
Whoa, whoa. Bishop?
He was the one who was supplying Jared with drugs.
Bishop, slow down.
I'm supposed to kill her.
Plan is to put a bullet in her head
and dump the body. Is there a plan B?
Then I send the photos to Donnie's burn phone
to prove I did it.
You okay, Bishop?
Oh, I'm better than okay.
Who knew dropping bodies could be such a rush.
Dropping bodies?
You know I can hear you, right?
I can totally see why Torres likes this
undercover work so much.
Get a sitrep on Torres.
He stayed behind, hasn't seen
any drugs yet, but...
at least he's getting a good workout.
You're a cop?!
You almost shot me!
I got to go, Gibbs. Company.
Special Agent Eleanor Bishop, and no,
I didn't almost shoot you. Really?
Then what do you call putting a gun
to my head and pulling the trigger?
Well, that is what's called
the Torres Trick-Fire.
See, Agent Torres was working undercover
when his partner was ordered to shoot someone.
In order to bail him out, he triggered the fire alarm,
knocked the gun away at the last second.
I knew what he was doing. What?
Your life was never in danger.
It was a little in danger.
Well, it doesn't really matter anyway, because...
I'm still gonna have to kill you.
All right, got it.
Perfect. I'll send them to Donnie.
- Nice work, Abbs. - Thank you.
The trick is using real blood.
Just kidding. Come on. Let's get you cleaned up.
- And then? - And then
you make a statement about the shooting,
and hope we believe it was self-defense.
But first, we need you to tell us everything you know
about the drug ring, starting with who's running it.
If I was gonna tell you that, we could have just skipped
the makeup job.
Hold that thought.
You wanted to see me?
Yeah. So, we've offered our witness
every deal in the book, and...
she's still not talking.
I was hoping since you built a profile on her,
you might have some insight?
You thought right.
With this one, you don't use a carrot.
You want to use a stick.
Look, I told you, I'm not a snitch.
You sure about that?
Pretty. Okay.
Which photo
would you like us to send your pal down at the marina?
This one... or this one?
Hmm?
Yo, man, how many more
scuba tanks? My back is killing me.
Uh, one more load.
What?
And then what?
Please tell me it's, uh, it's something illegal.
Uh, inventory.
Somebody's got to do it.
And we got to clean the bait freezer, mop the floor.
Then Mitchell's gonna load you up with some products,
see if you can earn your keep.
Is that what happens when you don't?
Ah, she wasn't part of the crew.
She's just a customer.
Didn't mean any harm.
What happened?
Got in too deep.
Owed too much.
Became a liability.
Well, that's the business we chose, right?
Not the business I chose.
No, this business chose me.
I wanted to be a fireman. Oh.
Then I grew up, and I wanted to be a teacher.
Hell, I even thought about being a cop.
Wait. Like a... like a police officer cop?
Yeah, like a cop cop.
It's hard to imagine, huh?
And then... then my mom got sick.
You know, she didn't have insurance
so we needed fast cash, and...
wasn't fast enough.
Hey, it's never too late, you know?
For what?
To become a teacher.
Mitchell, it's Lane.
Get your ass out here.
Where's Mitchell?
And think twice before you tell me he's not here.
Just a minute, Mr. Lane.
He's down at the dock.
I'm not someone to screw with,
and they're about to find that out.
You realize I just signed my own death warrant, right?
We can protect you.
You saw these guys.
You're playing with fire.
Look, don't worry about Torres.
He can handle himself.
- Okay, what do you got? - A name.
She gave up the ringleader.
- Look familiar? - The yacht guy.
His name is Richard Lane, but we knew that.
He makes his living renting out boats at the marina.
But we didn't know this.
He's got an offshore account
in the Caymans.
Lane is making a lot of cash somehow,
and it's not from booze cruises. We got our guy, boss.
- All right. BOLO. - Uh, don't need one.
Torres just texted. Lane's at the marina.
It looks like something's about to go down.
All right, grab your gear.
Doesn't look like anyone's home.
- Any word from Torres? - Uh, no.
He's gone dark. His last text was 20 minutes ago.
All right.
Bishop, cover the front.
What? Me? Hey, what about McGee?
Okay, covering the front.
Where'd they go?
Not the question.
What happened?
That's the question.
That's Torres's burn phone.
NCIS. Don't move.
Uh...
can I help you?
Whose blood is this?
What blood? I don't see any blood.
Yeah.
Me, neither. Drop 'em!
Don't know how the Feds caught on to us, boss,
but the new girl just saved my ass.
- Okay, good. - What's the play?
Are you sure you know what you're doing?
No, but it feels right.
Let me know when you get there.
Boss wants us to take these guys off base,
waste 'em, then bury all three bodies at once.
Who's the third? And where the hell is my boyfriend?
Watch them. I'll be right back.
Talk to me.
Uh, I don't know what happened here,
but Torres could be in trouble, and if we want to find him,
this is the only way. Boss, I think
maybe he's been a bad influence on her.
Just trust me.
This guy will never, ever tell us what went down.
Bishop, I trust you.
And if anyone in his crew finds out
that I'm a federal agent, they'll kill Torres on the spot.
I can't believe Lane shot me!
I'm really rethinking that decision
not to be a fireman right now.
Donnie, we've got to get you to the hospital.
Ah, nah.
No hospitals. There's too many questions.
Well, here's a question.
How long until you bleed to death?
Ah, I think that bleeding's almost stopped.
It's too late for my suede seats, though.
All right, no hospital.
But we got to get you off the streets, buddy.
We got a safe house set up outside of Baltimore.
You turn around, we can go there.
Oh, yeah, if you want to get killed, sure.
After what happened back there, man,
you're out of business for a while.
Right now, there's a feeding frenzy
between all your rival drug dealers.
We can't trust the safe house.
Okay. So what do we do?
What the hell are you doing?
I wanted to be a fireman when I was a kid, too.
And, um, 50 million other things.
And, at the end, I...
I guess I did 'em all.
Donnie, I have something to tell you.
Let's go.
No. I-I'm not going anywhere
until you tell me where my boyfriend is.
He's fine.
That's not what I asked.
Tell her the truth. Your boyfriend's dead.
Ignore them.
They're just trying to drive a wedge between us.
Your boyfriend is fine.
But Donnie took a hit.
They're en route to a Baltimore safe house.
You gonna tell me what happened or what?
We had a problem with someone in our supply chain.
Guy came in with a little too much attitude.
So you killed him.
Lane killed himself
the moment he pulled a gun on me.
Richard Lane? Oh, you know him?
Condolences.
Are you making a play to take over the business?
Take over...?
Hold up. You think this tool
is the boss?
I hope you guys haven't been working this case for too long,
because you're nowhere.
Th-This guy was your supplier?
No.
All he did was rent us the boats we used to pick up our product.
We send these out empty...
...they come back filled with pure-grade fentanyl.
Top-of-the-line product, almost too good to be true.
It was like printing money.
Looks like you're gonna have to find a new way
to smuggle the drugs.
If Lane's not the boss, who is?
Wait. So if she's not your girlfriend...
then who is she?
We're federal agents.
Federal agents?
My name is not Luis.
I'm Special Agent Nick Torres from NCIS.
You lied to me.
And I'm sorry about that.
Look, man, I think you're a good guy...
who got caught up in a bad situation.
Ah, gee, thanks.
You think you could tell that to the judge?
You're not the one we want.
If you're willing to testify against your boss,
we can protect you.
Well, Nick...
I don't think I can do that.
Huh.
I am the boss.
Now start driving.
Now.
Still no lead on the Baltimore safe house,
but we did manage to pull Donnie's vehicle registration.
Green Jeep Cherokee.
BOLO.
Already out. And the staties just reported
a sighting outside Wilton.
Then they lost him.
Wilton? Where the hell is that?
It's got to be closer to Baltimore than we are.
Nick's gonna be okay, right?
Thanks for playing.
Try again next time.
Not talking?
Bishop was right.
He does know where the safe house is in Baltimore,
but he's locked up tight as a drum.
Let's unlock him. Not gonna happen.
This guy would rather go to prison than rat out his crew.
Jack, thanks. I'll take it from here.
Okay.
Jack.
Why don't you go back upstairs? I got this.
I got it from here.
So... sending in the big guns now, huh?
I got to admit,
I didn't see this one coming.
Well, that makes two of us.
Though, in hindsight, it kind of makes sense.
Your "girlfriend" was way out of your league.
She's, like, a hard ten.
You're, like, a soft seven.
Oh, she'll love to hear that.
Slow down.
I don't want to get pulled over on our way to the safe house.
And when we get to the safe house?
Tell me everything NCIS knows about my business.
You're not very good at reading people, are you?
I don't know how you ended up on that side of the line,
but I don't think your heart's in it.
Yeah, you're too good at this.
Maybe I'm just that awesome. Maybe.
I don't think you are.
I mean, the way you looked at your partner
after that kiss...
Any man that can fake that deserves to win an Oscar.
That desk is killing you.
Only time you really feel alive is when
you're back on the street.
So come with me. Join our crew.
You don't have to go back to that desk.
I'm afraid I do.
I left a candle burning.
Only thing I'm gonna tell you is:
your agent's dead.
Or he will be by the time they get to that safe house.
Trust me, Donnie's made him by now.
You trying to scare me?
You're gonna have to try harder than that.
Okay.
Oh, okay.
I'm gonna give you one more chance to join my crew.
Stay at NCIS, be our man on the inside.
You just can't quit me, huh?
Nah, I'm a businessman.
And I think you'd make a great investment.
Oh, yeah? Yeah.
That's funny, 'cause I-I thought I was a seven.
Soft seven.
Ah, life taught me a long time ago, when you see
an opportunity, you better be ready to jump on it.
We both know that you're just stringing me along
to find out how much NCIS has on you.
And then you're gonna put a bullet in my head.
Not me.
But my crew.
All right, we're here.
Okay, slow down.
Then we're gonna park in the back.
Slow down.
Slow down! What are you doing?
Hey! Stop the car!
Stop the car!
Son of a bitch.
Sorry. I saw an opportunity.
So I jumped on it.
It doesn't matter.
You're a dead man.
I got three guys inside.
What do you think they're doing right now?
Hey, Torres!
That was some good driving.
Gibbs!
Yes!
Mitchell gave up the safe house.
Glad you could make it.
McGee.
Ah. Yes!
Gibbs, I got to give you a kiss.
I'm gonna kiss you. Come here.
Donnie started as a low-level dealer,
selling to mostly civilians.
But then had the idea to use the Norfolk marina
to smuggle drugs onto the base.
And nobody knew that Donnie was the leader?
Almost nobody.
Only his top lieutenants.
That's how I'd do it.
Not that I...
ever would.
Well, glad to hear that there's a limit to your insubordination.
Speaking of which, there's about 50 scuba tanks
that need to be carried out of the evidence truck.
Yeah, figured you could handle it, muscles.
And as for you, Agent Bishop,
hell of a job.
Hungry?
Oh, yeah. Yeah, I could eat.
Unbelievable.
I-I bring down an entire drug ring
and all I get is a promotion to Special Agent Gopher.
Hmm. Oh,
that you brought down? I mean, I seem to recall
rescuing you at the end there.
Do you not remember me
launching the bad guy into orbit?
All right, all right.
You were good.
Really good.
Well, I had a good teacher.
Well, you taught me some things, too.
Really? Like what?
Like don't eat garlic pasta
before you make out with your partner.
I wasn't gonna say anything, but that was a little rough.
I wasn't gonna say anything but you got a little toothy.
Ah. Rude.
We got weird jobs.
Weird... but awesome.
I'm kind of sad it's over.
I mean, what am I gonna do now?
Go home? Watch a movie?
Oof, boring.
No. Let's-let's do something.
Like, hit the gun range,
or go BASE jumping.
Can't. Scuba tanks.
Oh, right.
Good luck with that.
See ya tomorrow.
Luis.
See you later, Charlie.
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