14x05 – Philly
Alley
Gary Falco: Where are you now? Where am I? Where are you, ma'am? Uh, I'm right here. I see plenty of Uber cars on my app, but none of them are near me. Uh, hang on. I might have gotten turned around. Oh, wait. There you are. Why are you in the alley?
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Car
Gary Falco: It took a while, but I found you.
Thompson Daly: What the hell are you doing?
Gary Falco: Look, I didn't see anything. I swear I won't tell anybody.
James Daly: That's right. You won't.
Gary Falco: Whoa, whoa, whoa. Look, look, no, no, no, please. Hey, wait! Wait! Wait!
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NCIS: Squad room
Eleanor Bishop: Hey, McGee. Look who I found in the elevator.
Tony Francis: Well, I've been riding it all morning. I'm glad someone finally noticed.
Timothy McGee: Francis! How are you? Good to see you.
Tony Francis: It's good to be seen, McGee. And congrats, huh? I heard you popped the big question.
Timothy McGee: Yeah.
Tony Francis: When's the big day.
Timothy McGee: Well, we don't have a firm date yet, but, uh, we plan on saving money on the invitations just by telling Bishop, and everyone'll show.
Eleanor Bishop: Okay, I am sorry, Tim. I'm just excited for you.
Tony Francis: And it's nothing to keep secret. Heck, when I finally find the girl of my dreams, I'll be singing it from the mountaintops.
Eleanor Bishop: That's very sweet.
Nicholas Torres: Adorable.
Timothy McGee: Special Agent Torres, this is Special Agent Francis.
Nicholas Torres: Hey. Nice to meet you.
Timothy McGee: And, uh, that is Special Agent Quinn there.
Eleanor Bishop: Yeah, you might remember her as a training officer at FLETC.
Tony Francis: Huh. You bet I do. How you been, Alex?
Alexandra Quinn: Good! Yeah. Special Agent Francis, what a surprise.
Tony Francis: Yeah, well, you look amazing.
Alexandra Quinn: Oh. Long time.
Tony Francis: Yeah. It's been, like, four years, right?
Alexandra Quinn: Last time I saw you, you were, uh, reassigned to Yuma.
Tony Francis: Well, you should recall. You're the one who had me assigned.
Alexandra Quinn: Oh. No.
Tony Francis: Yeah, I've been trying to call you the last couple of years. Uh, is there any chance that maybe you changed your number?
Alexandra Quinn: Uh... Uh, yes. I changed my number. Security.
Tony Francis: Mm. Well, I figured. But hey, while I'm in town, maybe we can grab a bite.
Alexandra Quinn: Oh, yeah, that-that's great. Yeah, uh, I... Yes. Um... I'm busy 'cause of the job, but... If I'm free I'll call you.
Tony Francis: Great. Here is my number.
Alexandra Quinn: Mm-hmm.
Tony Francis: And I'll look forward to it.
Alexandra Quinn: Okay. Me, too.
Tony Francis: Have a good day, fellow agents.
Nicholas Torres: You bet.
Eleanor Bishop: See ya.
Timothy McGee: Yep.
Alexandra Quinn: Mm-hmm. Hmm? What?
Nicholas Torres: What do you mean, what? That.
Eleanor Bishop: Yeah. Did you two have a... Thing?
Alexandra Quinn: No, we did not have a thing, exactly. At least I didn't think so.
Timothy McGee: Well, he thought you definitely had a thing.
Alexandra Quinn: Well, you know, whatever it was, McGee, it was brief and it was ill-advised... Now I can't seem to shake him.
Nicholas Torres: Guy can't take a hint.
Eleanor Bishop: Poor guy.
Alexandra Quinn: No, you know what? Bishop, not poor guy. He's actually a great guy. You know, he's ten all around. If you're interested... Just have to be ready to settle down.
Timothy McGee: So?
Eleanor Bishop: Me? No. No, no, no. I am not looking... To settle anywhere. In fact, I'm-I'm not looking at all.
Nicholas Torres: Mm-hmm. Yeah, right.
Eleanor Bishop: Excuse me?
Nicholas Torres: All women are looking.
Eleanor Bishop: Oh, ha! Is that right?
Nicholas Torres: Yeah, to settle down. Always.
Alexandra Quinn: All women?
Nicholas Torres: Yeah, you... You pretend to play it cool, like, like you're not looking, but then when you see something you like, you go, "Oh, my God, I'm not really looking! Oh!" But then you overdo the ceremony and you make it, like, a thing and a meal out of it, and then, you know, eventually... Right? Come on. McGee, back me up here.
Timothy McGee: I'm sorry, do I know you?
Nicholas Torres: Uh, wow. Really? Like that? That-that's how you're gonna do me? Yeah. That's what we do to each other now? Okay, maybe... Maybe not all women.
Eleanor Bishop: Mm-hmm.
Nicholas Torres: Uh, w... Because what I'm... See, what I'm trying to say...
Alexandra Quinn: What are you saying, exactly?
Leroy Jehtro Gibbs: Don't say anything, Torres. You can thank me later.
Nicholas Torres: Okay, that got weird in a hurry.
Eleanor Bishop: And it was only getting weirder.
Leroy Jehtro Gibbs: McGee, watch the home fort. Everybody else, with me. MTAC. Now.
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NCIS: MTAC
Eleanor Bishop: Clayton, hey.
Clayton Reeves: How are you, Ellie?
Eleanor Bishop: I'm good. Uh, Special Agents Quinn and Torres, this is MI6 Intel Officer Clayton Reeves.
Nicholas Torres: MI6. That's fancy.
Alexandra Quinn: How's life across the pond?
Clayton Reeves: I wouldn't know. I'm calling from your side of it. Philadelphia.
Leroy Jehtro Gibbs: Why are you there, Reeves?
Clayton Reeves: Searching for a mate of mine, Gibbs. MI6 Officer Mason Finley. Came from London last week chasing Intel on a smuggling op and hasn't been heard from since.
Leroy Jehtro Gibbs: And why are you calling us?
Clayton Reeves: Finley's last GPS signal came from this alleyway, where it seems that I find myself in NCIS jurisdiction... Tave to imagine there's some connection. I haven't touched him.
Nicholas Torres: Mm. I.D.?
Clayton Reeves: You're my first call.
Alexandra Quinn: Well, technically, the Northeast Office would have jurisdiction.
Clayton Reeves: And I will call them... But frankly, if there's any connection to Finley's disappearance, I prefer to use your agents, Gibbs.
Leroy Jehtro Gibbs: Have the local office send the body here... We'll send a team up to you.
Eleanor Bishop: I'm in. I've never been to Philly.
Nicholas Torres: Yeah. Me, neither, Gibbs. I'm always down for a road trip.
Leroy Jehtro Gibbs: Bishop, yes. Torres, no.
Nicholas Torres: What? Why not?
Leroy Jehtro Gibbs: We need you here... Quinn... You go with Bishop.
Alexandra Quinn: Um... I'm sorry?
Leroy Jehtro Gibbs: What? I stutter?
Alexandra Quinn: Uh...
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NCIS: hallway
Alexandra Quinn: Are you messingwith me?
Leroy Jehtro Gibbs: You know your way around Philadelphia and they don't. Experience counts.
Alexandra Quinn: Even if my experience is exactly why I shouldn't go?
Leroy Jehtro Gibbs: Shouldn't, Quinn? Or you won't?
Alexandra Quinn: Gibbs, you know I would never defy a direct order from you.
Leroy Jehtro Gibbs: Okay. Then this is a direct order.
Alexandra Quinn: So... So you are messing with me, then?
Leroy Jehtro Gibbs: Come again?
Alexandra Quinn: Did I stutter?
Leroy Jehtro Gibbs: I don't have time to mess with anyone or talk you into this, Quinn. You want back in this game, then you go where I say you go.
Alexandra Quinn: It matters that much to you?
Leroy Jehtro Gibbs: Well, yeah, now that you're forcing me into this conversation with you, yeah, it does... It matters that much to me.
Alexandra Quinn: Okay. Fine, I'll go.
Leroy Jehtro Gibbs: The sailor, Quinn. You find out what happened to that kid.
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Hotel: entrance
Alexandra Quinn: Oh. MI6 is staying here?
Eleanor Bishop: Us, too, I'm afraid.
Alexandra Quinn: Ugh.
Eleanor Bishop: Just wish it was closer to the Italian market.
Alexandra Quinn: Oh, yeah, the Italian market, the Rocky theme in the car, and a run up the museum steps later.
Eleanor Bishop: So, this issue you have with Philly...
Alexandra Quinn: I don't have an issue with Philly.
Eleanor Bishop: It's a New York thing, right? Sports rivalries? Mets-Phillies, Giants-Eagles...
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Alexandra Quinn: Let's go with that. I mean, government agencies putting their employees here? Really?
Clayton Reeves: You can blame budget cuts for that. Damn Brexit's got us all in a panic.
Eleanor Bishop: Hey!
Clayton Reeves: You got here fast, Ellie!
Alexandra Quinn: Yeah, she has a bit of a lead foot.
Clayton Reeves: Agent Quinn, thanks for coming.
Alexandra Quinn: You process the Navy kid yet?
Clayton Reeves: Already shipped him off to Dr. Ducky for autopsy.
Eleanor Bishop: And still no sign of your friend?
Clayton Reeves: Not yet. You ladies come and check in. I'll show you his room.
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Hotel: hallway
Clayton Reeves: I already scanned for prints and evidence... No sign of foul play. I texted you both Finley's info.
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Hotel: room
Clayton Reeves: Front desk last sighting was two days ago.
Eleanor Bishop: He traveled light.
Clayton Reeves: You know these assignments. Got to be ready to move fast.
Alexandra Quinn: An assignment for smuggled weapons?
Clayton Reeves: With all the national uncertainty, means new opportunities on the black market.
Eleanor Bishop: The black market what?
Clayton Reeves: Well, in this case, Russian rocket launchers, smuggled into the U.S. by way of the U.K.
Alexandra Quinn: And who are the smugglers?
Clayton Reeves: That's Finley came to figure out before he disappeared.
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Hotel: room / NCIS: Squad room
Eleanor Bishop: Hey, Gibbs. We just got here.
Leroy Jehtro Gibbs: And your victim just got here.
Timothy McGee: We I.D.'d him as Petty Officer Third Class Gary Falco. 21 years old, from Upper Darby, Pennsylvania.
Nicholas Torres: Currently on leave from Naval Station Newport in Rhode Island.
Leroy Jehtro Gibbs: We'll contact his C.O. from here. You pay a visit to his family.
Alexandra Quinn: In Upper Darby.
Timothy McGee: It's a suburb about 20 miles outside of Philly.
Alexandra Quinn: Yeah, I know it. Of all places.
Nicholas Torres: What's that?
Alexandra Quinn: Nothing. Just send the address.
Leroy Jehtro Gibbs: Check in with us after.
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NCIS: Squad room
Nicholas Torres: "Of all places?"
Leroy Jehtro Gibbs: What?
Nicholas Torres: Quinn wasn't happy going, Gibbs. No happier than I am stuck here.
Leroy Jehtro Gibbs: And we're here to make you happy? What the hell is wrong with everyone today? Are you feeling stuck? Get unstuck!
Nicholas Torres: You got something to add?
Timothy McGee: No, that about covers it.
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NCIS: autopsy room
Donald Mallard: Ah, the City of Brotherly Love. Also the city of firsts. Home to the nation's first daily newspaper. Its first hospital. Oh, yeah, and its first medical school. In fact, to this day, one out of six American doctors receives some level of training in Philadelphia. As I am not one of that six, dear boy, I trust you will not hold it against me.
Leroy Jehtro Gibbs: What do you think, Duck?
Donald Mallard: It's more what I'm smelling, Jethro. Beer. Of the... Hoppy microbrew variety. Nothing unusual for a young sailor home on leave.
Leroy Jehtro Gibbs: Gunshots?
Donald Mallard: I see two to the chest. Point-blank range. The wounds should provide more answers.
Leroy Jehtro Gibbs: You okay?
Donald Mallard: You still ask me that question after all these years, Jethro, but the answer is still no. Not while I have a young person on my table.
Leroy Jehtro Gibbs: Never okay. Got it.
Donald Mallard: But, Jethro... Thanks for asking.
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Mary Falco's house: kitchen
Mary Falco: No way was my Gary into anything bad. Not him.
Eleanor Bishop: So no enemies, old grudges...?
Mary Falco: Nothing. Ask his old high school friends. They were all good kids. They were with him... Just before.
Alexandra Quinn: What time was he with them?
Mary Falco: Uh, he left on the 6:15 train to the city. Supper, some bar-hopping. He wore his Navy blues... He loved showing them off.
Alexandra Quinn: Do you know how long he stayed?
Mary Falco: I called him just after midnight. The last train is at 1:00. But he said that he had some app on his phone that could get him a ride. I don't know.
Eleanor Bishop: We'll need his friends' names and his cell number so we can trace the account.
Mary Falco: I should have picked him up. You know... Your kid joins the military, and... You just hold your breath. Until they come home for a visit... And you can finally exhale... Or at least you think you can.
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Mary Falco's house: living room
Eleanor Bishop: These numbers will help us a lot, Mrs. Falco. Thank you.
Mary Falco: If there's anything else you need, or anything else I can do...
Alexandra Quinn: Actually, um, do you know the Shaw family? They used to live over on Claremont?
Mary Falco: I don't know any Shaws. But Claremont's just a few blocks that way... I can go get the phone book and...
Alexandra Quinn: No. No, I'm sorry. Um, no, if there's anything you need, you let us know, okay? You have our numbers?
Mary Falco: I do. And there is. Go get those animals who killed my boy.
Eleanor Bishop: We will.
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Mary Falco's house: garden
Eleanor Bishop: So, who's the Shaw family?
Alexandra Quinn: Nobody.
Eleanor Bishop: You want to drive by Claremont anyway?
Alexandra Quinn: Nope.
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Street
Alexandra Quinn: McGee. Yeah, I have names and numbers for you. Uh, Rick Provenzoli.
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NCIS: Squad room
Nicholas Torres: Print... Print... Come on. Print. Print. What the hell is wrong with this thing?
Timothy McGee: Torres, nothing's wrong with it. Paper jams and dried-up ink cartridges are a way of life.
Nicholas Torres: Well... This thing hates me.
Timothy McGee: Nah, it doesn't hate you. Office equipment is your friend.
Nicholas Torres: It's a bad friend... The one you lend money to, and never pays you back.
Timothy McGee: Ah.
Nicholas Torres: Hey, let me use your printer, man.
Timothy McGee: Oh. Uh, no, no. See, that-that's my printer. I'm the only one that uses that. Uh, we talked about this. It's very sensitive. All the settings are actually very specific to my needs. I am the only one that knows its little nuances, okay? So, you're fine with this one, you're good to go... Just to be kind to it, and it'll be kind to you.
Nicholas Torres: Kind for what?
Leroy Jehtro Gibbs: Sitrep.
Timothy McGee: Oh... Uh, Falco's C.O. at Naval Station Newport says that he was a model sailor, boss.
Leroy Jehtro Gibbs: No red flags, no enemies. Anything on the Uber driver?
Timothy McGee: Yeah. We were able to track her down through Falco's cell. She says that he sounded lost, but then he said he spotted her car, still he didn't show.
Leroy Jehtro Gibbs: What about the high school friends Falco was meeting?
Nicholas Torres: Quinn and Bishop are interviewing them now. We should know soon.
Timothy McGee: What's your gut telling you, boss?
Leroy Jehtro Gibbs: What's any of this got to do with a missing MI6 officer?
Nicholas Torres: And the smuggled weapons.
Leroy Jehtro Gibbs: Maybe.
Nicholas Torres: Or maybe I know a businessman in DC who dabbles in smuggling.
Leroy Jehtro Gibbs: Can you find him? Squeeze him?
Nicholas Torres: Oh, yeah. Quite literally, if I have to.
Leroy Jehtro Gibbs:Good. McGee, go with him... Hold the leash.
Nicholas Torres: But not too tight, McGee. I don't really bite.
Timothy McGee: Somehow I doubt that.
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Hotel: restautant
Alexandra Quinn: Well, Falco's buddies confirm the timeline. They ate, drank, met at 7:00. Parted ways at 1:30.
Clayton Reeves: Okay.
Eleanor Bishop: Mmm.
Clayton Reeves: Is that one of those cheesesteaks?
Eleanor Bishop: Mm-hmm. They're amazing. I got you one.
Clayton Reeves: There's two of them in there.
Eleanor Bishop: Oops. One's for later.
Alexandra Quinn: Not to mention the one she ate in the car.
Eleanor Bishop: Well...
Clayton Reeves: Wait a minute. I don't know this number, but S-O-S-Double-0-9. That's Finley.
Eleanor Bishop: Are you sure?
Clayton Reeves: That's what he calls me. I'm Double-0-9, he's Double-0-nothing. It's a Bond thing.
Alexandra Quinn: That's an S.O.S. Is there anything else?
Clayton Reeves: 3-6 Tompkins.
Eleanor Bishop: Could be an address.
Alexandra Quinn: I'll find the address in the car.
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Attic
Eleanor Bishop: NCIS!!
Clayton Reeves: Finley!
Mason Finley: Oh, Clay! Out the back! Out there! I heard them run out there! You can't let them go...
Eleanor Bishop: Stay with him!
Alexandra Quinn: I got him, I got him, I got him. Okay, I'm gonna undo your hands.
Mason Finley: Thank God.
Alexandra Quinn: Okay, I got you.
Mason Finley: Thank you.
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Alexandra Quinn's memories
Alexandra Quinn: Can I get help?! Hold on, Em. I gotcha.
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Attic
Clayton Reeves: No sign of them.
Eleanor Bishop: Building's empty.
Mason Finley: Clay...
Eleanor Bishop: Quinn, you okay?
Alexandra Quinn: Yeah. I'm fine. I'm good. Just, uh, take care of him. I'm fine, okay?
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Later
Mason Finley: Please, Clay, we have to find these guys. We have to stop them.
Clayton Reeves: We'll find them, Fin. Now take a deep breath, start from the beginning.
Mason Finley: I tracked the weapons to a warehouse where these bastards were unloading them into a car. An SUV, I think it was. I was surveilling from across the road when all of a sudden, from out of nowhere, this lad... Runs up and jumps in. Now, I took him for part of the gang until they drew their weapons.
Alexandra Quinn: He was a Navy petty officer.
Mason Finley: Yes. And he was dead before I could do anything. They would have killed me, too, if I hadn't identified myself. They cut my GPS... Right out of my arm, right there in the alley... And they dragged me back here to find out what I knew.
Alexandra Quinn: Huh. Where'd you get the burner phone?
Mason Finley: One of them dropped it. It took me ages to grab ahold of it, and send that text. Praying that you'd get it.
Eleanor Bishop: You have no idea who they are?
Mason Finley: They wore masks. And I track the weapons, miss, not the men. But now they know who I am, where I live, my wife... Please, Clay, we have to call her. We have to warn her. We'll call her, Fin.
Clayton Reeves: Let's call her now.
Mason Finley: Yes.
Alexandra Quinn: Sure did a number on him, huh?
Eleanor Bishop: Yeah... I'll send these shots to Abby and call Gibbs with an update.
Alexandra Quinn: Yeah. Tell him I'm sending trace evidence, too.
Eleanor Bishop: Anything else I should tell him?
Alexandra Quinn: Such as?
Eleanor Bishop: You sure you're okay?
Alexandra Quinn: I'm fine. Call him.
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Club: back office
Nicholas Torres: Hold my gun.
Timothy McGee: Your gun? Why?
Nicholas Torres: Ivan? I'm looking for Ivan. Hey, man.
Ivan: It's all right. I know him. Or are you a ghost? Been so long, I was sure you'd be dead by now.
Nicholas Torres: Oh, I've died a bunch of times. Yeah. But I keep coming back for more.
Ivan: Deal me in? You come to play cards?
Nicholas Torres: I need information. Smuggling action in Philly. Everything you heard through the grapevine.
Ivan: I have no grapevine. This club is my life now... And completely legit.
Timothy McGee: Legit? Like your armed buddy here?
Ivan: He's licensed to carry, and a sad necessity. My previous vocation left me with enemies. And I don't believe we've been introduced.
Timothy McGee: NCIS. Special Agent...
Ivan: Feds? Are you kidding me? That's who you bring in here?
Nicholas Torres: Yeah.
Ivan: Get the hell out of my club. Come back when you have a warrant. Deal the cards.
Nicholas Torres: Ah-ha-ha-ha-ha! Whoa, I got your attention now. You like this song? I love this song.
Ivan: You crazy son of a bitch.
Nicholas Torres: You know crazy? Talk to my friend over here.
Timothy McGee: Someone in Philly is selling rocket launchers, Ivan. Now, given your previous vocation, might you know of any former associates that could possibly be in the market for such an item?
Ivan: Well... Since you asked nicely, a few possible names come to mind.
Nicholas Torres: That worked out, huh?
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NCIS: MTAC
Timothy McGee: One name we got was Nestor Carbone. Served time for racketeering and robbery. Paroled last year.
Nicholas Torres: Yeah, we also got two brothers, Thompson and James Daly. Career crooks.
Leroy Jehtro Gibbs: Finley, those names ring a bell?
Mason Finley: We can forget the Daly brothers. They were my first targets, but all they smuggle now are exotic birds.
Clayton Reeves: I like birds.
Mason Finley: I notified U.S. Fish and Wildlife. Uh, what about this other name? Um... Carbone?
Timothy McGee: Nestor Carbone. Son of Tiny Joe Carbone, the late Mob boss.
Mason Finley: Yeah, that would make sense. They never spoke English in front of me.
Eleanor Bishop: Do we know where to find him?
Nicholas Torres: Our Intel says he owns a body shop in the East Falls area.
Timothy McGee: I'll dig up an exact address and send it to you.
Leroy Jehtro Gibbs: Get over there. Check it out.
Clayton Reeves: Will do, Gibbs.
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Hotel: room
Mason Finley: I'm coming with you.
Clayton Reeves: I mean... Only if you think you're up for it, pal.
Mason Finley: Yeah.
Eleanor Bishop: Uh, Quinn...
Alexandra Quinn: Look, uh, I'm not so sure.
Mason Finley: Well, I am sure. I'm going.
Alexandra Quinn: You've been taped up and beaten for the last how many days? I say you sleep on it, Finley. I say we all sleep on it.
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NCIS: Squad room
Abigael Scuito: Gibbs, I got the results back on the bullets that Ducky pulled.
Leroy Jehtro Gibbs: Yeah? What'd they tell you?
Abigael Scuito: Definitely not a mugging. Nine-millimeter, hollow point, close range We're dealing with pros here.
Nicholas Torres: It's even more of a reason for us to get out there, Gibbs. It's only a two-hour drive. Quinn and Bishop might need our help.
Abigael Scuito: Actually, it's a two-and-a-half-hour drive in traffic. And Bishop and Quinn are totally capable agents who aren't always looking to "settle down," by the way.
Nicholas Torres: Wow.
Timothy McGee: You know what, Nick, we gave them good leads. Let them follow up on them. Not every step of this requires a table dance.
Nicholas Torres: Hey, you liked that table dance?
Leroy Jehtro Gibbs: Table dance?
Timothy McGee: It's a... Figure of speech, boss.
Nicholas Torres: Inside joke, sir.
Leroy Jehtro Gibbs: Find that address on Carbone.
Nicholas Torres: Hey, I could, uh, deliver that personally.
Leroy Jehtro Gibbs: No. You're staying, Torres. Don't ask me again. Finish your report.
Nicholas Torres: I'll finish that damn report. If you let me use your printer.
Timothy McGee: Stay away from my printer.
Nicholas Torres: Come on, man!
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Hotel: restaurant
Clayton Reeves: Finley will be right down.
Eleanor Bishop: He's really ready to jump back in?
Clayton Reeves: I'm not sure there's any keeping him out. Have you got the location?
Eleanor Bishop: Uh, yeah. McGee texted it this morning. Buy Better Auto on Clancy in East Bay.
Clayton Reeves: Do you know it, Alex?
Alexandra Quinn: Why would I know it?
Clayton Reeves: I thought you knew Philly.
Alexandra Quinn: What, does that make me the mayor? And by the way, your buddy is not ready to jump back in. He needs to stay here.
Eleanor Bishop: Will you give us a second?
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Alexandra Quinn: Um, what are you doing? I trained you, Bishop. You don't pull me aside.
Alexandra Quinn: That's the most you've said to me all morning.
Eleanor Bishop: Are you okay?
Alexandra Quinn: You need to stop asking me that.
Eleanor Bishop: And you need to talk to me. Look, I-I know you didn't want to come here.
Alexandra Quinn: Okay, it doesn't matter what I want... We're here, let's make the best of it.
Eleanor Bishop: I would, but you're not. This isn't your best. Just... Tell me what's wrong, and maybe I can help.
Alexandra Quinn: You can't help.
Eleanor Bishop: Alex...
Alexandra Quinn: Maybe last time I was in Philly, it didn't end so well and, and maybe it's messing with me a little bit more than I thought. You happy?
Eleanor Bishop: No, but... It's a start.
Alexandra Quinn: No. It's not a start. It's an end. Nothing to help. Nothing to fix. I know you're concerned, Ellie, but it's fine. It's complicated.
Eleanor Bishop: Most things are.
Mason Finley: I'm ready. Let's get this guy.
Alexandra Quinn: Right. Yeah. That's great. Whatever.
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Garage
Eleanor Bishop: Excuse me. Special Agents Bishop and Quinn, NCIS.
Alexandra Quinn: Looking for a Mr. Carbone. Nestor Carbone?
Eleanor Bishop: Hey, NCIS! Stop!
Gunshot
Eleanor Bishop: Hold your fire!
Clayton Reeves: What's wrong with you!
Mason Finley: After what that monster did to me?
Alexandra Quinn: We don't know if it's him! I told you!
Nestor Carbone: You shot me! You son of a bitch! You shot me!
Alexandra Quinn: Okay, okay, just call an ambulance.
Eleanor Bishop: I got it, I got it.
Nestor Carbone: What's wrong with that guy?
Eleanor Bishop: Yes, we need an ambulance. Buy Better auto shop.
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Later
Nestor Carbone: I never saw that guy before. MI5-6... Whatever. And I sure as hell don't know anything about any weapons.
Clayton Reeves: Then you ran for no reason.
Nestor Carbone: Hey, where I come from, when people knock on your door with badges, it's never to hand out prize money.
Eleanor Bishop: Or maybe you ran 'cause most of the cars in your shop have the VIN numbers scraped off.
Clayton Reeves: These babies stolen, Nestor?
Nestor Carbone: I want to call my lawyer.
Mason Finley: No excuses. Clay, I... I snapped. Let my emotions get the better of me.
Clayton Reeves: In which case, Fin, I suggest you let us take it from here.
Mason Finley: No. No, no. Clay, I'll be fine.
Clayton Reeves: And I'm not suggesting. Take the break you should have taken before.
Eleanor Bishop: Here's the call I've been dreading.
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Garage / NCIS: hallway
Eleanor Bishop: Hey, Gibbs.
Leroy Jehtro Gibbs: How'd it go, Bishop?
Eleanor Bishop: Could've gone better. Carbone is not exactly a good guy, but he's not our guy, either. Which... Didn't stop Finley from shooting him.
Leroy Jehtro Gibbs: Wait. Wait, what?
Eleanor Bishop: In the leg. It's not serious. And Reeves relieved him of duty.
Leroy Jehtro Gibbs: Well, where is Quinn?
Eleanor Bishop: Where's Quinn?
Leroy Jehtro Gibbs: Yeah. Special Agent Quinn, your partner, Bishop.
Eleanor Bishop: She... l-left. Uh, she had someplace to be.
Leroy Jehtro Gibbs: Where?
Eleanor Bishop: She just needed... Some time.
Leroy Jehtro Gibbs: Which is it, Bishop? She needed some time or she had someplace to be?
Eleanor Bishop: She went back to the hotel. After everything went down, she just had to get out of here.
Leroy Jehtro Gibbs: I'm on my way.
Eleanor Bishop: Gibbs, you don't have to... Do that... Okay.
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NCIS: Abby's lab
Nicholas Torres: Come on. Come on, print. Come on. Really? Is that how you want to play it?
Abigael Scuito: Stop it! Are you crazy? What did Rhonda ever do to you?
Nicholas Torres: Rhonda? It's just a machine.
Abigael Scuito:"Just a machine?" Major Mass Spec. Earmuffs.
Nicholas Torres: Look, first it won't print, and now this stupid thing just has this ink thing pop out.
Abigael Scuito: Don't call Rhonda stupid! "Stupid" is an ugly word. I wouldn't print anything for you, either, if you treated me that way. What happened to the printer in the squad room?
Nicholas Torres: I don't know. It kind of just... Broke.
Abigael Scuito: Did you... kind of break it?
Nicholas Torres: No. Maybe.
Abigael Scuito: Mister, you have some serious T.A.I. Technology Anger Issues.
Nicholas Torres: Look, I-I was gonna use McGee's printer, but...
Abigael Scuito: No! Oh. No one uses McGee's printer.
Nicholas Torres: Abby, I'm sorry. I don't have technology issues... I have... Office issues. You know, I want to be out there kicking down doors, you know, fighting crime.
Abigael Scuito: I don't kick down doors. Are you saying that I'm not a crime fighter?
Nicholas Torres: No. That's not... No. That's not what I'm saying. What I'm saying is, is that... Your type of crime fighting, I'm just... Just not cut out for.
Abigael Scuito: Could you just... Hold your thoughts. I'm getting more shots from Bishop. This is that auto body shop.
Nicholas Torres: What are these?
Abigael Scuito: Um... That is the warehouse where Clayton's friend was tied up. The smugglers had him in there for days. If it weren't for that burner phone, he might be dead by now.
Nicholas Torres: May I ask you a stupid question?
Abigael Scuito: There's that ugly word again.
Nicholas Torres: Where's the bathroom?
Abigael Scuito: The bathroom? The bathroom's just...
Nicholas Torres: No, no, no. Where's the bathroom here, in this place? I don't see a bottle or a jug. You know, if he was really there for a few days, then where did he go when... You know, he had to, uh... Go?
Abigael Scuito: That... Is a very smart question.
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Hotel: bar
Leroy Jehtro Gibbs: How many is that?
Alexandra Quinn: Uh... I'm pacing myself. Bishop called you?
Leroy Jehtro Gibbs: Nope. I called her. She tried to cover.
Alexandra Quinn: Cover for what? Finley should have never been there.
Leroy Jehtro Gibbs: And you never should have left, but I guess you needed time.
Alexandra Quinn: I mean, it's East Falls, and then Austin Powers starts shooting up the joint. I mean... Okay, Gibbs, you sent me here to test me. I'm obviously failing.
Leroy Jehtro Gibbs: Oh, don't try to say you didn't want this.
Alexandra Quinn: Want what?
Leroy Jehtro Gibbs: When my team had an opening, you sent subpar agents on the chance that you'd have to come back.
Alexandra Quinn: Are you nuts? I sent you great agents.
Leroy Jehtro Gibbs: No. No, you sent good agents. But deep down... You wanted to confront this.
Alexandra Quinn: I wanted to confront... Back here in East Falls? Okay. You know what, I think you're spending a little too much time with your shrink friend.
Leroy Jehtro Gibbs: Okay. All right. You know... Okay, I-I didn't say anything. There's nothing to confront.
Alexandra Quinn: I didn't say that. It's not like avoiding has been doing me any favors.
Leroy Jehtro Gibbs: Yeah, well, stop avoiding it, then. Have another one of those, if that's what you need... But let's go hit this head-on.
Alexandra Quinn: Maybe you should have one. I've... Really haven't been pacing myself.
Leroy Jehtro Gibbs: Come on.
Alexandra Quinn: Where the hell are we going?
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NCIS: Squad room
Donald Mallard: Ah, and then there was one. No Liberty Bell for you, Timothy?
Timothy McGee: Actually, Duck, I'm in, uh, virtual Philly here trying to dig up a few more smuggling suspects.
Donald Mallard: Mm.
Abigael Scuito: Well, look no farther, McGee. Or is it "further," Ducky?
Donald Mallard: In this case, go with "further."
Abigael Scuito: Well, look no further, McGee. These photographs of the warehouse prompted a very smart question from Agent Torres.
Nicholas Torres: The genius part was what Abby did after I asked it.
Timothy McGee: What'd you ask her?
Abigael Scuito: Finley was supposedly tied up for days... So where's the bathroom?
Nicholas Torres: Abby found the old floor plans online. There's no working bathroom or plumbing.
Donald Mallard: Wait a minute. Did you just say "supposedly" tied up?
Nicholas Torres: Here's the genius part.
Abigael Scuito: So, I did a search of the neighborhood. There is one public bathroom within a three-mile radius... This coffee shop just around the corner from the warehouse.
Timothy McGee: Somehow I doubt they were walking Finley over there every time he needed to go.
Nicholas Torres: Somehow you'd be right.
Abigael Scuito: The shop's security cameras caught this two days ago... And I do believe that's Finley on the left.
Donald Mallard: Well, who's that with him?
Timothy McGee: I know those faces... It's the Daly brothers. That's them.
Nicholas Torres: Exotic bird smugglers, my ass.
Donald Mallard: Well, he hardly looks under duress.
Abigael Scuito: Oh, no, Finley is no captive. He was in on it the whole time.
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Hotel: room
Clayton Reeves: Finley! Where are you? I don't believe this.
Eleanor Bishop: He knew you'd come looking for him and faked the whole thing.
Clayton Reeves: The beatings, the blood, the S.O.S., all for show. A smokescreen.
Eleanor Bishop: And now he's on the run.
Clayton Reeves: Not if I can help it. Come on.
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NCIS: interview room
Ivan: So I gave you the Daly brothers. What more do you want from me?
Timothy McGee: They're about to unload those rocket launchers, Ivan, and we think you might know where.
Ivan: How would I? I've been out of the game a long time.
Timothy McGee: Really? According to ATF, the Dalys sold you eight stolen flatbeds of cigarettes?
Ivan: Who knew they were stolen?
Timothy McGee: That's fine months ago, Ivan. It's not a very long time at all.
Nicholas Torres: You know the Dalys. Time is short. Where do they do business?
Ivan: And if I don't tell you? What? More dancing? More good cop/bad cop routine? Why don't you stick it where you keep your brain.
Nicholas Torres: Whoa. That was rude. That wasn't very nice.
Timothy McGee: Is he implying I'm the good cop?
Nicholas Torres: Yeah. That's what he's saying. He's saying you're a very nice cop. And that you look good in that jacket. 'Cause I see it in the spark in his eyes.
Ivan: Stop!
Timothy McGee: Are you saying I'm the good cop?
Ivan: Get him off me!
Nicholas Torres: Yeah, I-I... I would, but, you know, he's... He's actually scaring me.
Ivan: Okay. I know a place! Just get off me!
Timothy McGee: Good. Write it down. Use your good hand.
Nicholas Torres: Damn. All right. Next time I hold your leash.
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Warehouse: parking
Leroy Jehtro Gibbs: You still think about it a lot?
Alexandra Quinn: At night mostly, yeah. I play it over and over in my head, see... What I could have done differently.
Leroy Jehtro Gibbs: Replay it. Walk me through.
Alexandra Quinn: Gibbs, you were on the review board, you know what happened.
Leroy Jehtro Gibbs: I re;;viewed the report... I never saw this... It was a robbery case, wasn't it?
Alexandra Quinn: Yeah. Navy Logistics Depot. NCIS sent me to Philly to join a task force.
Leroy Jehtro Gibbs: Your partner. Shaw?
Alexandra Quinn: Emily Shaw. Port Authority cop... Smart... Funny.
Leroy Jehtro Gibbs: Friend.
Alexandra Quinn: Friend... She, uh, and her husband used to invite me over. Lived in Upper Darby, had a one-year-old. Made me feel at home.
Leroy Jehtro Gibbs: Till that night.
Alexandra Quinn: Yeah. We were, um... Parked around here. And we were... We were waiting on these... These two suspects. We were s... Staked out for hours.
Leroy Jehtro Gibbs: Her husband called?
Alexandra Quinn: The baby wanted to say good night.
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Past
Emily Shaw: Hang on a second.
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Present
Alexandra Quinn: Never should've answered the phone.
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Past
Emily Shaw: Hi.
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Present
Alexandra Quinn: She got out... Kept shooting. They just kept shooting, and I tried to... Tried to get to her, and I... I couldn't get to her. And I kept saying, "I'm coming, I'm coming," and... And I-I couldn't reach her. And she... She bled out. She bled out on the floor.
Leroy Jehtro Gibbs: Coroner said she was dead in 20 seconds.
Alexandra Quinn: That's too many seconds, Gibbs, it was too many seconds. She died.
Leroy Jehtro Gibbs: That when you quit active duty and became a training officer?
Alexandra Quinn: Yes. I thought... It would get better with time. It hasn't.
Leroy Jehtro Gibbs: You're still blaming yourself.
Alexandra Quinn: Well, if I hadn't let her out of the car, she may be still alive.
Leroy Jehtro Gibbs: Or you're both dead. Inside the car, outside the car, Quinn, you were in an ambush. 37 bullet holes in the car, and you still killed one of the shooters.
Alexandra Quinn: Yeah. So?
Leroy Jehtro Gibbs: What are you leaving out? If that's the whole story, you'd be past it by now. You know what always got me? How it derailed someone as tough as you for as long as it did.
Alexandra Quinn: Really?! As t... As tough as me? Really, Gibbs? You don't know anything until you walk in my shoes.
Leroy Jehtro Gibbs: What wasn't in the report? Alex, j-just say it. Just... Just say it.
Alexandra Quinn: I was distracted, too. Okay? I was distracted.
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Past
Alexandra Quinn: What would you like me to do?
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Present
Alexandra Quinn: I was engaged.
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Past
Emily Shaw: I'll take mine outside.
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Present
Alexandra Quinn: And Mike and I were fighting, and he called. And I answered the phone, and she got out of that car to give me privacy. And I let her.
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Past
Alexandra Quinn: Shaw!
Emily Shaw: Alex! I'm hit! Alex! Alex! Help me! Alex! Please! Don't let me die! Don't let me die.
Alexandra Quinn: Em! No! No, no, no, no... Can I get help?!
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Present
Alexandra Quinn: And if I did not, she would be alive today.
Leroy Jehtro Gibbs: You're why others are alive. No phone call killed your friend... And you didn't, either... Shooters, Quinn... Shooters killed her.
Alexandra Quinn: Yeah... You gonna get that?
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Warehouse: parking / NCIS: Squad
Leroy Jehtro Gibbs: Yeah, McGee?
Timothy McGee: Boss, Finley's in bed with the Dalys. We got a lead on two locations. Bishop and Reeves are on their way to one now.
Leroy Jehtro Gibbs: Yeah. Just send me the other one.
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Harbor : warehouse
Clayton Reeves: Where you gonna hide now, Finley?
Mason Finley: Clay... Mate, I'm sorry.
Clayton Reeves: It was all a lie... I trusted you.
Mason Finley: Clay, you know where I'm at. I needed the money. When they offered to cut me in, I couldn't say no.
Clayton Reeves: You couldn't? It's blood money.
Mason Finley: I didn't kill the Navy kid... If he hadn't come along, then no one would've been any the wiser.
Eleanor Bishop: Yeah, but when Clayton did get wise, you faked your own kidnapping just to throw us off course.
Mason Finley: Look, I think it would be for the best if the two of you just left. The Dalys will be here any minute.
Clayton Reeves: You're worried about us now?
Mason Finley: Come on, Clay, you and me are mates.
Clayton Reeves: You're not my mate. She is.
Eleanor Bishop: Yeah, and I wouldn't worry about the Dalys.
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Warehouse
Thompson Daly: What the hell? Where'd it go?
Alexandra Quinn: NCIS! Is it loaded, Gibbs?
Leroy Jehtro Gibbs: Uh-huh.
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NCIS: Abby's lab
Abigael Scuito: Nick! You shouldn't have.
Nicholas Torres: I should have. Well, at least until... Rhonda gets fixed. Will you forgive me?
Abigael Scuito: There is nothing to forgive. I mean, especially after you came out with a very smart question that saved the day, and without kicking down a single door.
Nicholas Torres: Thank you. Thank you very much. But I'm still not sure that I'm... Cut out for this, uh... Office life.
Abigael Scuito: You know I'm here for you, right?
Nicholas Torres: Sure.
Abigael Scuito: No, I mean it. And change is hard, but coming from where you've been must be even harder.
Nicholas Torres: Well, nothing I can't handle.
Abigael Scuito: Well, if you have days where you can't handle it, you can always come talk to me.
Nicholas Torres: Okay... Thanks.
Abigael Scuito: No. Thank you... For my new printer. It's the same kind McGee has.
Nicholas Torres: It is? Oh, wow. I didn't realize that.
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Gibbs's house: basement
Alexandra Quinn: Well... They weren't kidding... You really have a boat down here.
Leroy Jehtro Gibbs: It's not finished. Work in progress.
Alexandra Quinn: Yeah. Aren't we all.
Leroy Jehtro Gibbs: How'd it go with Shaw's husband?
Alexandra Quinn: You know, even better than I hoped. We had a long talk, and... The kid is 13 years old now. Couldn't believe it.
Leroy Jehtro Gibbs: Time goes fast.
Alexandra Quinn: Thank you, Gibbs. Thank you for sending me to Philly. You know, if you hadn't, I'd still be running in place, or treading water, or I don't know, pick a metaphor.
Leroy Jehtro Gibbs: Stuck.
Alexandra Quinn: Stuck. That's it. It's a work in progress, you know? I have a lot of damage to undo.
Leroy Jehtro Gibbs: Like your engagement. Whatever happened to that guy?
Alexandra Quinn: Man, you don't miss a detail.
Leroy Jehtro Gibbs: It's our job.
Alexandra Quinn: Well, what I told you yesterday not only ended my career as a field agent...
Leroy Jehtro Gibbs: Temporarily.
Alexandra Quinn: It ended that relationship... And a few others. Safe to say, uh, may have a commitment problem now.
Leroy Jehtro Gibbs: Something else to work on.
Alexandra Quinn: Yeah... Also like how the hell you're gonna get this boat out of here.
Leroy Jehtro Gibbs: Yeah.
