NCIS

What's an NCIS agent doing so far from home?

I'm teaching a class

on the forensics of cold cases.

We're using the murder of a man

named Pedro Hernandez as a case study.

I need to exhume the body of Pedro Hernandez.

The body of a drug dealer from 20 years ago?

I don't think anyone will mind.

I have it.

The evidence in my report

says that you killed Pedro Hernandez.

I mean, I know he killed your wife and your daughter.

Tell me what your patriot Bell is up to.

He's been accumulating

information on Special Agent Gibbs.

Where is he? Last I heard he was headed back down to Mexico.

I need you to get a message to Mike for me.

The message is: Rule number 44.

: Oh, Mike.

That ain't Franks.

Who is it?

Colonel Merton Bell.

Colonel Bell wanted to prove he was a better man than you.

He and his men made for a useful ally,

but they were a means to an end.

Then you might as well put a bullet in my head right now,

because you're not gonna get anything.

Well, hermano, does he have your precious report?

No.

Brother and sister.

But I never lost a night's sleep

over your father.

This is the bullet that should end you.

Do you think I want that?

What's your assignment here? Director's orders.

Observe and report.

If I must...

I promise to personally

visit Pennsylvania

and shoot your father in the head...

: in the head...

Can I help you?

Yes, Mr. Gibbs.

I think you can.

Now, ma'am...

you need to go.

But we have so much to talk about.

From what I hear,

you didn't come to talk.

You are just like your son.

No, ma'am.

He's just like me.

(gunshot strikes window, excited chatter outside)

How confident are you...

Mr. Gibbs?

I was raised on a farm.

Used to play chicken in my daddy's truck

every Saturday night.

This ain't much different.

Come on, come on! Mátalo.

Ahora.

Find him.

(car alarms blaring, excited chatter outside)

Señora, la policía.

He is gone.

(dog barking in distance, traffic passing quietly)

I thought we'd try some ham today.

I hope those eggs

aren't overcooked.

You don't have to make breakfast for me every day, Dad.

Breakfast is the most important meal of the day.

Gets your batteries charged.

Mm-hmm.

Mom used to say that.

Uh-huh.

Thought I'd do some errands today.

Fix that faucet upstairs.

Anything you need?

No. Wish you'd take

the agents with you.

Do I really need those guys?

They're good men, Dad.

I've been living in this house under lock and key

for months now.

They've never done a damn thing.

You're lucky you're not dead.

I'm lucky there was a storm cellar I could hide out in.

Son...

I want to go home.

It's time.

When it's safe.

Watching it again is not gonna change anything.

It was a trap.

Yep.

Now look.

Rivera gives the signal.

All hell breaks loose.

He knew we were following him.

We walked right into it.

Let it go, DiNozzo.

(gunfire, people shouting, screaming)

Any word from Franks?

Sorry, boss.

Observe and report.

Director's orders.

It's hard to observe when you're being shot at.

Think Vance is still angry with me?

What do you think?

Morning, sir.

We were just discussing our continued effort

to locate Paloma Reynosa.

And?

How about those Washington Nationals, sir?

I just got off the phone with SECNAV.

He wants to know why NCIS can't successfully orchestrate

a manhunt for one female drug dealer.

It's Mexico.

What's to say she hasn't already crossed the border?

My gut. The DEA wants

to step in. However,

I'd like to save face.

And despite Señor Rivera's family ties,

the Mexican government has opted

to keep him in a position of authority.

The government's got their hands full these days.

I guess the Reynosas have paid off the right people.

Yeah, or killed them.

Status report.

Ziva's following a lead in Miami,

a Cuban tie-in.

Agent McGee.

At the Canadian border.

This is starting to impact our workload.

Paloma could be anywhere in the world by now.

Yeah, Leon, or she could be across the street.

Dead reservist. Check it.

Saddle up, DiNozzo.

We're not going to Arizona, are we?

West Virginia.

Spectacular.

Are those the Blue Ridge Mountains?

Shenandoah River's not far.

Thank God I'm a country lad!

"Country boy," Ducky.

For an emergency landing,

this helicopter's surprisingly intact.

Landing's not what killed them.

Them? As in more than one them?

Captain John McMahon, owned and piloted

the charter service.

Around 2:00 a.m.

this morning, he was in the middle of a job

when he, uh, reported mechanical trouble.

Then he made a Mayday and set her down here.

That was the last anybody heard from him.

Based on the blood flow pattern, the real trouble wasn't midair.

The captain was shot here on the ground.

Got another gunshot wound over here, Doctor.

There's a nine-millimeter casing in the grass, boss.

.45 next to the pilot.

Wait, they shot each other?

You got a passenger manifest? No, sir.

No route logged, either.

Middle of the night, somebody hired this guy on the QT.

So, after the Mayday,

the passenger couldn't risk talking to the police,

so he shot McMahon.

He didn't expect him to shoot back.

Wait a minute, where are the guns?

Holster's empty.

Eye in the sky.

Record his flights.

Must've had more than a few bad customers.

That's her.

Doc, got a time a death?

Approximately... nine hours ago.

Hell of a lead time.

DiNozzo, local airports on alert.

Call Vance.

Tell him we need agents at the state border.

Where do you figure Ms. Reynosa's headed, Jethro?

I don't know, Duck.

But I'd sure like to get there first.

Well, you know, West Virginia has five bordering states, boss.

Giving out geography lessons now, are you, DiNozzo?

I'm just saying that's a lot of land to cover.

Get Ziva back from Miami; tell McGee

the chopper was heading north when it went down.

North as in Canada?

Yeah, maybe.

That horse likes you.

This isn't funny, Tony.

Oh, poor McMountie.

Hey, so have you seen any, like, moose and stuff up there?

Hey, uh, where's your buddy,

Claude?