NCIS (2003–…): Season 10, Episode 1 - Extreme Prejudice - full transcript
The Duck had a heart attack after hearing the news of the explosion at the headquarters of the NCIS; Palmer goes to him in Florida, then he returns alone to Washington. The building took heavy damage; several people died, and more, including McGee, sustained injuries; everyone on the Gibbs team survived. The PotUS orders all federal law-enforcement agencies to pursue Dearing with "extreme prejudice"; Fornell too takes part. Dearing meets a new friend, but that does not go as planned. Ziva points out a flaw. Another car explodes, but Dearing again eludes. The gang and others follow Dearing to a farmhouse in West Virginia, but they miss him by 20 minutes. Gibbs, on his own initiative but with Vance's consent, seeks Vance alone in a predictable place, and he finds him there, as Dearing has hoped and expected; Dearing welcomes Gibbs cordially, but he makes the bad mistake of pulling a pistol on Gibbs.
For attacks
against the United States Navy:
Harper Dearing.
You know Dearing had
a son in the Navy, right?
He was killed
in a suicide attack
while his ship was in port.
The terrorist attack
that killed my son Evan
did not need to happen.
I need you to find an old
case file from 12 years ago.
Evan Dearing.
His father is
targeting NCIS in retaliation
for the son being reassigned
to that destroyer.
Director, he's not after you.
He's after your car.
Go.
Pupils are reactive.
His color's improving.
Dr. Mallard?
Dr. Mallard,
you've had a heart attack.
BP's 172/95.
Pulse is thready.
Get him on a
low-dose vasodilator.
Schedule an echo
and get a TPA started.
Okay, lab work is back.
CPK is elevated.
Doctor, do you know
where you are?
Purgatory.
The hospital.
Same thing.
You're lucky people
found you on the beach.
Mr. Palmer's been
with you the whole time.
Are they all right?
Let's just focus on you
and this situation,
and then later we can talk.
Are...
they...
all right?
I don't know.
I haven't been able
to reach anyone.
♪ NCIS 10x01 ♪
Extreme Prejudice
Original air date on September 25, 2012
== sync, corrected by elderman ==
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Gibbs.
Director, are you all right?
Yeah.
It was my car.
- It was my car.
- Yeah.
Director Vance?
Mr. Secretary.
Agent Gibbs.
Casualties?
Yes.
How many?
Enough.
There's plenty of damage, too.
The President was just
briefed on the situation.
I'll need details
and a plan of action.
Pardon me, Director?
Excuse me.
The plan is I find
the rest of my team, sir.
Of course.
FBI and other agencies
are coming in,
making it a joint effort.
We won't stop
until we find Dearing.
Nobody does this
to the United States Navy.
So, the building's sound.
There's a couple areas
that are off limits,
but most of the offices
are accessible.
Good. Find your people.
Make sure they're safe and
then I want this son of a bitch.
You and me both.
I'm so glad we broke protocol
and took the elevator.
Whose bright idea
was that anyway?
- What?
- Ooh!
Xenia Onatopp, the Bond
villain from GoldenEye--
Famke Janssen.
She would kill men
by squeezing her muscular,
well-shaved thighs.
Well, I can think
of worse ways to die.
I'm almost...
there.
Ah, we're stuck.
Well, keep pushing, thighmaster.
I'm starting to enjoy this.
Something's blocking it.
It's jammed.
They're gonna have to open it
from the outside.
Ooh!
We slipped.
Did we?
I thought the earth moved.
You're sweating.
Well, it's hot in here.
I had not noticed.
Really?
Agent David.
Yes, yes, I am all right.
No, Abba, we're stuck
in an elevator.
My father says it's all
over the news in Israel.
Uh, can you ask
the great Eli David
if maybe he can help us
find Harper Dearing?
He's actually offering that.
Ooh, fantastic.
And while you are
asking favors here,
is there any way he can
get us out of this elevator?
Yeah, well, no.
Tony's never going
to change, Abba.
And we are fine.
We are fine, yes.
That's sweet.
Your dad called.
My father should
be calling any second.
Hmm.
Hey, Boss.
You okay?
Uh, yeah, I think so.
You?
Where's Tony and Ziva?
Um, elevator.
Workers are on it.
Feels really warm
in here.
Think I'm gonna go
get some fresh air.
Hey, stop.
What?
Uh-oh.
Earlier today, the President
toured the site
of the Navy bombing.
Later at a press conference,
he referred to the attack
as a senseless
act of terrorism
and vowed to punish
those responsible...
Unbelievable.
What is unbelievable
is the way I feel.
Dr. Mallard, you're awake.
I must get back
to Washington immediately.
Back to Washington?
They need me.
First air transport
you can arrange for us.
Even if we have to drive
over to the Naval Air Base
in Jacksonville.
Use my name if you must.
Dr. Mallard, you are
in no condition...
To what?
To remain here in this
germ-ridden petri dish?
The-The meds are
performing brilliantly.
And once the stents
are in place,
I will be capable...
of assisting.
Dr. Mallard?
You go without me.
You have to.
No, I don't.
I've got to be here for you.
Someone has to talk
to the doctors.
I will be perfectly
fine, Mr. Palmer.
I can have Breena
come down here...
You need me.
They need you more.
Agent Fornell,
thank you for coming aboard.
I can't think of any place
I'd rather be.
Absolutely, sir,
one second.
The President.
Special Agent McGee?
He got lucky: stitches.
Agents DiNozzo and David?
They're still in the elevator.
Debris fell on top of the car.
That must be cozy.
Let me know as soon
as they're out.
What about Dr. Mallard?
Ducky had a heart attack.
Palmer's on his way here.
Ducky's stable.
The old man's stronger
than all of us combined.
Thank you, Mr. President.
Sir, I believe
you've already met
Senior Agent Fornell
with the FBI.
Mr. Secretary.
I know we don't have
an operational SCIF,
so what I have to say
stays in this room.
We've been instructed
to locate Harper Dearing
and proceed
with extreme prejudice.
We're going to pool
our resources
and end this once and for all.
Questions?
Just one.
Dearing has been eluding us
for months.
What makes you think
we're gonna get him now?
This comes from the President.
Failure is not an option.
How much longer are we
gonna be stuck in here?
Hello?
Anybody?
It's been hours, Tony.
I cannot take
much more of this.
What's that supposed
to mean?
I suppose it is getting
a little... ripe in here?
I'm not ripe.
You, on the other
hand, are...
pungent.
Well, could be worse.
You could be stuck
in this tin can
with Miguel
from Human Resources.
He sweats more than anyone
I've ever known.
How about Jeremy
from Office Operations?
That guy.
He's always undressing you
with his eyes.
I mean, he's fun,
but a little creepy.
Hey, what if one
of those men is dead?
Hello?
Oh, hey, hey, hey.
There you are!
Abby, I've never been more happy
to see your gorgeous face.
Ah, you guys must be ready
to kill each other.
I mean, I can't think
of who I'd want
to be stuck in an
elevator with, except
maybe Amelia Earhart
or Michelle Obama
or, or Joan of Arc, or the whole
cast of Cirque du Soleil
in case I got bored, I could...
Abby.
Abby.
You never dress up
for me anymore.
You hungry?
You call your old man,
tell him you're okay?
Yep.
You take a break, Jethro.
You're home now.
Navy Yard is my home, too.
It didn't stop him, Tobias.
He hurt my family.
I know.
Brought cannoli.
What's next, huh?
What if Dearing's done?
He can't just walk away.
Oh, yeah, he can.
Sure, he can.
He can go under.
How?
Every federal agency
is on alert.
Will you let me take the reins
on this one, Jethro?
The President said to proceed
with extreme prejudice.
I'm proceeding.
It's crazy, huh?
Excuse me?
Ah, I was just thinking
how one minute
everybody's gossiping about
some celebrity, and then...
something bad happens,
and people remember.
Remember how lucky we are.
Yeah.
Very fortunate.
Name's Lorraine.
Look, I don't
know you, but...
you want to go
somewhere?
Talk or something?
Come on, now.
Loosen up.
Can I get you a drink?
You mind if I use the restroom?
I'll be right here.
Those were my people
he blew up last night.
Lorraine was one
of the best we had.
I am truly sorry,
Agent Fornell.
Traps won't work, Tobias.
I told you that.
- That guy's that smart?
- Yeah.
But he did not start
the altercation; we did.
He was just defending himself.
Whose side are you on?
Whose side
am I on?
Look, I'm merely
trying to point out
he is no longer
taunting us.
We are taunting him.
Uh-oh.
I know that look.
That's the
"stay-up-all-night,
"no-sleep,
take-one-for-the-team
I-got-a-plan" look.
Jethro?
Well, Ziva's right.
Force the turnover.
We take the fight to him.
And make him keep playing.
The FBI held
a press conference today.
They've arrested
Victoria Dearing,
ex-wife of wanted homeland
terrorist Harper Dearing,
in connection to this week's
bombing at NCIS headquarters.
Charges ranging from murder
to conspiracy to commit
a terrorist act
have been filed against her.
So where is she, Gibbs?
She's out of the state.
Under federal protection.
She's safe.
And if Dearing believes
that we're pushing her
for information,
you think his pot
might boil over.
How do you know
he won't just blow up
something else in return?
He could,
but he won't.
What makes you so sure?
He did what he set out to do.
Now he just wants
to be left alone.
So we throw a stick of
dynamite in the water,
and see what floats
to the surface.
Might work.
It might not.
What do you want
from me, Gibbs?
Stop feeling sorry
for yourself.
It was my car
that caused this.
I drove that bomb in here.
Navy men and women,
innocent people,
are dead, injured, and missing
because of something that I did.
You couldn't have known, Leon.
It's my job to know.
Leon, this is what
Dearing wants.
He wants you to question
yourself.
Wants this to gnaw away at you
from the inside out.
Gotta be stronger
than that, Leon.
For all of us.
Good news.
McGee was released
from the hospital.
Great.
I'm sure he has a nice
big scar to show for it.
Well, the doctor said
it is not too significant,
and maybe...
Maybe,
if the doctor had diagnosed
Harper Dearing
as a clinical nut job
years ago,
then none of this
would have happened.
Okay.
I see you're upset.
I mean, we are upset, too.
But... we're safe.
And you have to focus on that.
You have to focus on the good.
"The good""
What "good""
Harper Dearing
took that away.
First, he-he goes
after innocent sailors,
and then he comes after us,
where we live.
All I see is pain
and destruction.
I don't see good.
I want good back.
Abby...
If anyone can find the good,
it is you.
I have no doubt.
What if this isn't over?
What if Dearing isn't done?
A terrorist is only as strong
as the fear he creates.
Ziva, please.
Kick his ass.
Boss, I just got back
from the armory.
They got hit pretty
hard down there.
Yeah, well...
they were close.
We help any way
we can, DiNozzo.
Can I ask you a question?
Have you talked to Dr. Ryan
since all this happened?
Think maybe you should...
tell her you're okay?
I think we've got
a lot of work to do.
Must've been nice
having someone to talk to.
For a little while.
Gibbs!
MTAC. Now.
Welcome back, Tim.
Thanks, boss.
Nothing a band-aid wouldn't fix.
Agent McGee,
put him up.
Did you really think that
that was gonna work,
Agent Gibbs?
Accusing my ex-wife
of aiding and abetting when
you knew she was innocent?
You're playing games!
What, and you're not?
Games have a winner.
Nobody won yesterday.
People got hurt.
People got hurt
by your hand.
Well, consider it
cause and effect:
your cause, my effect,
lesson learned.
There's easier ways to teach
somebody a lesson.
Well, I thought
it was appropriate.
What you think
doesn't matter much.
You don't give people
enough credit, Agent Gibbs.
The Navy turned a blind eye
to flaws in the system,
and I made sure that
that would not happen again.
You killed people.
I am a whistle-blower.
You're a murderer.
What do you want?
You got our attention.
What's next?
Oh, there's nothing next,
Director.
And if you insist on
coming after me,
keep this in mind:
There is no better player
than a man
who's got nothing to lose.
Agent McGee.
Got a trace on Dearing's cell.
Broke through his firewall.
Or he let you.
He's parked in an abandoned
restaurant parking lot
off Route 9.
McGee, get me the SECNAV.
Connecting.
Sir?
We got him.
Is there still
a SWAT team on standby?
Airborne, Leon.
Send the coordinates;
they'll make it happen.
McGee.
Target coordinates delivered,
Director.
Traffic cams.
Uh, not responding.
Switching to
thermal satellite.
The engine's running.
The car's hot.
The heater's on inside, too.
Can't be sure, but that looks
like one passenger
in the driver's seat.
We are ten seconds from touchdown.
Request command confirmation.
Team 1, this is SECNAV.
Confirmation is go.
I repeat: Confirmation is go.
Roger that.
We are locked and loaded.
Touching down in
four, three, two, one.
Go! Go! Go!
Approaching from right flank!
Securing the vehicle!
Get down! Get down!
Target is gone.
Repeat: Vehicle is destroyed.
What the hell just happened,
Leon?
He took himself out, sir.
He blew the car up.
So he's dead. It's over.
Sir, you need remains
for confirmation.
Dot your "I"s, cross your "T"s,
Gibbs.
Just get it done.
My best friend
has a heart attack,
and here I am
doing his job.
A job I would have been nervous
enough about doing
even if I didn't just stepped
off the plane
after having not slept
for two days.
And you are not helping
matters, Abby!
Would you please just come in?
No. You know I don't
like it down here.
And I refuse to be in the same
room with that... man.
That man is dead, Abby.
I still haven't even reached
any next of kin.
Too bad.
Still not helping.
Sorry, Jimmy.
I've only had a couple hours
with the body.
I can't possibly give
a full autopsy report.
Abby, will you stop!
Gentlemen, hi.
Congrats, Palmer.
Thank you.
Although, I think under
the current circumstances,
my being here doing
Dr. Mallard's job
is hardly worthy
of congratulations.
You meant congratulations on the
marriage, didn't you?
You know, I think I'm still
getting used to all this.
Get used to it faster,
Palmer. Talk.
Yes, sir. Um, I was
finally able to find
a usable tissue sample
from the deceased,
and Abby is standing by waiting
expedited DNA confirmation.
This is top priority,
so it should be here
any time now.
Got it.
The suspense is killing me.
Abby?
Is it Dearing?
Okay...
According
to the DNA results,
we have a 50% match,
which, given the severely
compromised
condition of the remains,
is closer
than I expected.
It's him.
You did it, Jethro.
You got the bastard.
We're finished with the
scaffolding here, all right?
Still cleaning up.
I cannot imagine the chaos
that this must have caused.
Welcome back, Duck.
How you feel?
Well, I count calories
like a ballet dancer.
I "Sweat to the Oldies"
three times a week.
And where I once kept
pace with the hare,
I am now envious
of the tortoise.
That is how I feel.
Yeah, well, you're alive.
Perhaps when I get back
to work.
Well, welcome back,
but not just yet.
Doctor's orders.
So I have been told.
I suppose congratulations are
in order on the elimination
of the man who was
responsible for all this.
Looks like he took
his own life.
There is some doubt?
I see. So this invitation to tea
isn't strictly
a social one then?
You think your doctor would
mind you giving some advice?
Only if I tell him.
Penny, you don't have
to come home early.
No, I know it's just a cruise,
but you're in Europe.
I'm fine.
No, I'm not gonna call Dad.
Because there's
no reason to.
Why did I tell my grandmother
about the explosion?
Ah, she's worried.
It's normal.
Nothing's normal
about my grandmother.
Listen, Penny, I love you,
but I gotta go, okay?
I'll call you back later.
Yes, yes, I promise.
You know, Tim, maybe calling
your dad would be beneficial.
For who?
The admiral and I only talk
when absolutely necessary.
Besides, things are getting
back on track around here.
Why would I want
to open up that can of worms?
Yeah. I'm still pretty freaked
out about what happened here.
But I've got Breena to talk
to when I go home at night.
Only thing worse than being
scared is being scared alone.
Either one of you Gibbs?
Maybe in my dreams.
I'm sorry.
Is there something
we can help you with?
I'm Joann Dearing,
Harper's sister-in-law.
I've been away
on business.
I was told Special Agent
Gibbs wanted to see me.
Been trying to
reach you, Joann.
I've been traveling.
London, mostly.
Berlin. Hong Kong.
I'm a personal assistant.
Just took a job
after many years.
Why are you still
investigating?
Oh, I'm just tying up
loose ends.
No one claimed the body.
Well, if Victoria didn't,
I doubt anybody else will.
Tell me about the Dearings.
They're a complicated
family.
Political,
steeped in Southern tradition.
That was before.
What about now?
Everything changed
with Evan's death.
My, uh, husband Lawrence
was Harper's brother.
Your husband passed away.
Four months ago
from a heart attack.
He was a decent man,
a terrific doctor.
Obituary doesn't list
a burial site.
The Dearings have
a family plot in Augusta,
a private cemetery.
Hmm. So Harper had access
to his brother's remains?
Yes.
But why would that matter?
Dr. Mallard...
I've been holding onto
the body for the family.
No one
ever contacted us.
Claiming the remains
of wanted men has always been
taboo, Mr. Palmer.
Forensic historians
have traditionally shown
more interest in their bodies
than family members.
That's why John Wilkes Booth
has always been
a fascination for me.
You see, his body...
Duck,
you're not here, remember?
Yes, but I am alive.
And, until I am embalmed
and buried,
there will be stories to tell.
And I look forward
to telling them.
As Agent Gibbs
already knows,
due to the force
of the blast,
the intense heat, there wasn't
much left to work with.
But I did manage to find
some flesh for Abby's DNA test.
Wait a second.
Ducky, remember what I said.
Stay in the backseat.
Yes, I don't wish
to abuse my welcome,
but you're about to get
some of that free advice
you asked me for.
I could get in trouble for this.
Call a cop.
I'm guessing that broke
during the explosion?
And you'd be guessing
incorrectly.
Notice the minute fractures.
CPR?
Yeah, this man suffered
a significant cardiac event
prior to his death.
Paramedics tried
to revive him,
but unlike yours truly,
they did not succeed.
Harper Dearing didn't have
any history of heart problems.
No, but he had a brother who
just died of a heart attack.
The DNA was close enough
to be Harper Dearing.
Not exact.
Brothers, Mr. Palmer.
If Harper Dearing put
his sibling's remains
in that car...
He's still alive.
Ducky, go home.
From what I can see, Gibbs,
I think the car was rigged
to heat the dead body,
giving the illusion
that Dearing was inside.
What about the bomb.
Classic thermite.
And his cell signal only looked
like it was coming
from inside the car.
Ziva, call Fornell.
Tell him we need a nationwide
BOLO back out on Harper Dearing.
Boss, isn't Dearing dead?
Nope.
Then who was in the car?
Lawrence Dearing,
Harper's dead brother.
Ooh, grave robbery.
Sweet.
McGee, try to track Dearing
using his old cell numbers.
Disconnected.
Searching for new accounts
with similar
calling patterns.
DiNozzo, Joann Dearing's
bank accounts.
The fiery 50 who was
just in here? On it, boss.
Agent Fornell asked me
to convey this message.
"Are you freaking kidding me?
BOLO's out."
Whoa-oa. Looks like
Joann Dearing just found
some spare change
under the sofa cushions.
How much?
$250,000.
McGee, switch gears.
Run Joann's cell.
Already on it.
The day after Harper Dearing's
car exploded,
Joann received several calls
from a disposable phone
somewhere in the Appalachians.
Put it up.
She also bought gas
using a credit card
in the small town
of Martinsburg, West Virginia.
That's the same area, boss:
the cell calls,
the gas station...
Get Joann Dearing
back in here now.
Have a look.
Agent Gibbs, I don't need
to look at more pictures
of injured sailors.
Open it.
What is all this?
When was the last time
you saw Harper Dearing?
And don't say
at your husband's funeral.
Look, I know he did a lot
of horrible things,
but he also supported us
when my husband needed it.
We know that you recently
took a trip to West Virginia.
We know that Harper Dearing
gave you money.
We think that you spoke
with him.
I-I-I can't remember.
I mean, it's possible.
Is this some kind of joke
to you?
No.
No.
Evan.
The flag from Evan's funeral.
Harper couldn't bear
to bring it home.
It was too painful.
We kept it safe for him.
We did for a long time.
After Harper was reported dead,
I came home from work.
There he was,
just...
standing in my living room,
holding Evan's flag.
I guess he didn't think
I'd be there.
He paid you to keep quiet?
He wanted to help me.
I didn't know
he faked his death.
I didn't know Lawrence,
his body,
was involved.
Look, I'm barely keeping
afloat right now.
I needed the money.
Where is he?
Please.
Where is Harper Dearing?
Federal agents!
FBI!
Clear, boss.
I'm clear as well.
Well, well, well,
look at this.
Looks this is where Dearing
planned everything.
The bombs, too.
It's all just sitting here.
Now, Dearing wanted us
to see this.
He wanted us to know
he was finished.
So, where is he?
Thermal scan puts him in here
as little as an hour ago.
But nobody saw him leave.
Hey, boss.
It's an old moonshine
Prohibition run.
Probably goes all the way
to the state border.
Are you building something?
Yeah.
I need a bigger basement.
I might need a hobby.
You got kids, Leon.
They're coming out just fine.
You called?
Yeah.
Forensics linked everything
in the farmhouse to Dearing.
Dogs swept the tunnel.
They missed him by 20 minutes.
FBI and Homeland Security?
Working on leads. Why?
I got an idea.
You're not gonna like it.
Try me.
I go.
Alone.
You're right; I don't.
Leon,
this isn't about bombs
and ships anymore.
Dearing knows
what he did.
And he knows what
has to happen next.
And you think you're the man
for the job?
We both made decisions.
We both made mistakes.
Dearing knows that.
He's waiting for me.
Where?
The house where he
and Victoria raised Evan.
And you know this because...
Because that's where I would go.
That's where the memories are.
The ones...
that are important,
anyway.
The ones that
Dearing holds on to.
He wants these to be his last.
There's no way
I should let you do this.
No, you shouldn't.
But I am.
For the record,
if anything should happen...
Kill him.
Glad to.
Do not give it to him.
McGee, he's being
a stubborn fool.
Okay, but you're definitely
being stubborn.
McGee.
It's the address.
You sure you don't want
any company?
Yeah.
Vance knows?
Yeah, he does, every bit of it.
This is infuriating.
Ziva is upset.
What's a four-letter word
for surviving
a terrorist attack?
Luck.
Watch out for each other.
Hi, Mom and Dad.
This is my sixth day at sea.
I finally feel
like I got my sea legs.
Mess has been better
than I expected.
It's amazing how many green
vegetables they serve on a ship.
My bunkmate, Roger, says he
never sleep as well at home
as he does at sea.
My C.O. is intimidating,
but he's fair.
His given pretty much all
the newbies a nickname so far.
Turn that off, will you?
You know, I'm just trying
to keep my head down.
I'm finally being able to find
my way around the ship.
Evan used to send
us cassette tapes
to listen to,
see how he was doing.
Please.
I'll be in touch as...
Trying to make you
a nice cup of coffee.
I know you like it, but this...
This machine is impossible.
How about something stronger?
I'm glad you came, Gibbs.
I was hoping you'd figure
it out eventually.
The house where Evan was born.
I'm sure you have similar
feelings for Kelly's home.
"Life,
"although it may only be
an accumulation of anguish,
"is dear to me,
and so I will defend it."
Mary Shelley.
Sit.
No.
You and I are a lot alike,
you know.
I know what you did
for your family.
You made one decision;
I made another.
Both did what we had to do.
You have a job to do, Gibbs.
I've done mine.
Do I have regrets?
Yeah.
Some.
But not all.
Maybe things happen
for a reason.
♪ ♪
Evan, what excites you most
about joining the Navy?
Wow, Dad, I don't know.
Oh, come on, Evan.
Tell me, really.
Your whole family is listening.
You're gonna play this for Mom?
Yes, absolutely.
Your grandparents, too.
So, tell me, why join the Navy?
I love this country.
I want to protect it.
I want to protect
what it stands for.
I'm really proud
I'm doing this, Dad.
Yeah.
So am I.
== sync, corrected by elderman ==
against the United States Navy:
Harper Dearing.
You know Dearing had
a son in the Navy, right?
He was killed
in a suicide attack
while his ship was in port.
The terrorist attack
that killed my son Evan
did not need to happen.
I need you to find an old
case file from 12 years ago.
Evan Dearing.
His father is
targeting NCIS in retaliation
for the son being reassigned
to that destroyer.
Director, he's not after you.
He's after your car.
Go.
Pupils are reactive.
His color's improving.
Dr. Mallard?
Dr. Mallard,
you've had a heart attack.
BP's 172/95.
Pulse is thready.
Get him on a
low-dose vasodilator.
Schedule an echo
and get a TPA started.
Okay, lab work is back.
CPK is elevated.
Doctor, do you know
where you are?
Purgatory.
The hospital.
Same thing.
You're lucky people
found you on the beach.
Mr. Palmer's been
with you the whole time.
Are they all right?
Let's just focus on you
and this situation,
and then later we can talk.
Are...
they...
all right?
I don't know.
I haven't been able
to reach anyone.
♪ NCIS 10x01 ♪
Extreme Prejudice
Original air date on September 25, 2012
== sync, corrected by elderman ==
♪
Gibbs.
Director, are you all right?
Yeah.
It was my car.
- It was my car.
- Yeah.
Director Vance?
Mr. Secretary.
Agent Gibbs.
Casualties?
Yes.
How many?
Enough.
There's plenty of damage, too.
The President was just
briefed on the situation.
I'll need details
and a plan of action.
Pardon me, Director?
Excuse me.
The plan is I find
the rest of my team, sir.
Of course.
FBI and other agencies
are coming in,
making it a joint effort.
We won't stop
until we find Dearing.
Nobody does this
to the United States Navy.
So, the building's sound.
There's a couple areas
that are off limits,
but most of the offices
are accessible.
Good. Find your people.
Make sure they're safe and
then I want this son of a bitch.
You and me both.
I'm so glad we broke protocol
and took the elevator.
Whose bright idea
was that anyway?
- What?
- Ooh!
Xenia Onatopp, the Bond
villain from GoldenEye--
Famke Janssen.
She would kill men
by squeezing her muscular,
well-shaved thighs.
Well, I can think
of worse ways to die.
I'm almost...
there.
Ah, we're stuck.
Well, keep pushing, thighmaster.
I'm starting to enjoy this.
Something's blocking it.
It's jammed.
They're gonna have to open it
from the outside.
Ooh!
We slipped.
Did we?
I thought the earth moved.
You're sweating.
Well, it's hot in here.
I had not noticed.
Really?
Agent David.
Yes, yes, I am all right.
No, Abba, we're stuck
in an elevator.
My father says it's all
over the news in Israel.
Uh, can you ask
the great Eli David
if maybe he can help us
find Harper Dearing?
He's actually offering that.
Ooh, fantastic.
And while you are
asking favors here,
is there any way he can
get us out of this elevator?
Yeah, well, no.
Tony's never going
to change, Abba.
And we are fine.
We are fine, yes.
That's sweet.
Your dad called.
My father should
be calling any second.
Hmm.
Hey, Boss.
You okay?
Uh, yeah, I think so.
You?
Where's Tony and Ziva?
Um, elevator.
Workers are on it.
Feels really warm
in here.
Think I'm gonna go
get some fresh air.
Hey, stop.
What?
Uh-oh.
Earlier today, the President
toured the site
of the Navy bombing.
Later at a press conference,
he referred to the attack
as a senseless
act of terrorism
and vowed to punish
those responsible...
Unbelievable.
What is unbelievable
is the way I feel.
Dr. Mallard, you're awake.
I must get back
to Washington immediately.
Back to Washington?
They need me.
First air transport
you can arrange for us.
Even if we have to drive
over to the Naval Air Base
in Jacksonville.
Use my name if you must.
Dr. Mallard, you are
in no condition...
To what?
To remain here in this
germ-ridden petri dish?
The-The meds are
performing brilliantly.
And once the stents
are in place,
I will be capable...
of assisting.
Dr. Mallard?
You go without me.
You have to.
No, I don't.
I've got to be here for you.
Someone has to talk
to the doctors.
I will be perfectly
fine, Mr. Palmer.
I can have Breena
come down here...
You need me.
They need you more.
Agent Fornell,
thank you for coming aboard.
I can't think of any place
I'd rather be.
Absolutely, sir,
one second.
The President.
Special Agent McGee?
He got lucky: stitches.
Agents DiNozzo and David?
They're still in the elevator.
Debris fell on top of the car.
That must be cozy.
Let me know as soon
as they're out.
What about Dr. Mallard?
Ducky had a heart attack.
Palmer's on his way here.
Ducky's stable.
The old man's stronger
than all of us combined.
Thank you, Mr. President.
Sir, I believe
you've already met
Senior Agent Fornell
with the FBI.
Mr. Secretary.
I know we don't have
an operational SCIF,
so what I have to say
stays in this room.
We've been instructed
to locate Harper Dearing
and proceed
with extreme prejudice.
We're going to pool
our resources
and end this once and for all.
Questions?
Just one.
Dearing has been eluding us
for months.
What makes you think
we're gonna get him now?
This comes from the President.
Failure is not an option.
How much longer are we
gonna be stuck in here?
Hello?
Anybody?
It's been hours, Tony.
I cannot take
much more of this.
What's that supposed
to mean?
I suppose it is getting
a little... ripe in here?
I'm not ripe.
You, on the other
hand, are...
pungent.
Well, could be worse.
You could be stuck
in this tin can
with Miguel
from Human Resources.
He sweats more than anyone
I've ever known.
How about Jeremy
from Office Operations?
That guy.
He's always undressing you
with his eyes.
I mean, he's fun,
but a little creepy.
Hey, what if one
of those men is dead?
Hello?
Oh, hey, hey, hey.
There you are!
Abby, I've never been more happy
to see your gorgeous face.
Ah, you guys must be ready
to kill each other.
I mean, I can't think
of who I'd want
to be stuck in an
elevator with, except
maybe Amelia Earhart
or Michelle Obama
or, or Joan of Arc, or the whole
cast of Cirque du Soleil
in case I got bored, I could...
Abby.
Abby.
You never dress up
for me anymore.
You hungry?
You call your old man,
tell him you're okay?
Yep.
You take a break, Jethro.
You're home now.
Navy Yard is my home, too.
It didn't stop him, Tobias.
He hurt my family.
I know.
Brought cannoli.
What's next, huh?
What if Dearing's done?
He can't just walk away.
Oh, yeah, he can.
Sure, he can.
He can go under.
How?
Every federal agency
is on alert.
Will you let me take the reins
on this one, Jethro?
The President said to proceed
with extreme prejudice.
I'm proceeding.
It's crazy, huh?
Excuse me?
Ah, I was just thinking
how one minute
everybody's gossiping about
some celebrity, and then...
something bad happens,
and people remember.
Remember how lucky we are.
Yeah.
Very fortunate.
Name's Lorraine.
Look, I don't
know you, but...
you want to go
somewhere?
Talk or something?
Come on, now.
Loosen up.
Can I get you a drink?
You mind if I use the restroom?
I'll be right here.
Those were my people
he blew up last night.
Lorraine was one
of the best we had.
I am truly sorry,
Agent Fornell.
Traps won't work, Tobias.
I told you that.
- That guy's that smart?
- Yeah.
But he did not start
the altercation; we did.
He was just defending himself.
Whose side are you on?
Whose side
am I on?
Look, I'm merely
trying to point out
he is no longer
taunting us.
We are taunting him.
Uh-oh.
I know that look.
That's the
"stay-up-all-night,
"no-sleep,
take-one-for-the-team
I-got-a-plan" look.
Jethro?
Well, Ziva's right.
Force the turnover.
We take the fight to him.
And make him keep playing.
The FBI held
a press conference today.
They've arrested
Victoria Dearing,
ex-wife of wanted homeland
terrorist Harper Dearing,
in connection to this week's
bombing at NCIS headquarters.
Charges ranging from murder
to conspiracy to commit
a terrorist act
have been filed against her.
So where is she, Gibbs?
She's out of the state.
Under federal protection.
She's safe.
And if Dearing believes
that we're pushing her
for information,
you think his pot
might boil over.
How do you know
he won't just blow up
something else in return?
He could,
but he won't.
What makes you so sure?
He did what he set out to do.
Now he just wants
to be left alone.
So we throw a stick of
dynamite in the water,
and see what floats
to the surface.
Might work.
It might not.
What do you want
from me, Gibbs?
Stop feeling sorry
for yourself.
It was my car
that caused this.
I drove that bomb in here.
Navy men and women,
innocent people,
are dead, injured, and missing
because of something that I did.
You couldn't have known, Leon.
It's my job to know.
Leon, this is what
Dearing wants.
He wants you to question
yourself.
Wants this to gnaw away at you
from the inside out.
Gotta be stronger
than that, Leon.
For all of us.
Good news.
McGee was released
from the hospital.
Great.
I'm sure he has a nice
big scar to show for it.
Well, the doctor said
it is not too significant,
and maybe...
Maybe,
if the doctor had diagnosed
Harper Dearing
as a clinical nut job
years ago,
then none of this
would have happened.
Okay.
I see you're upset.
I mean, we are upset, too.
But... we're safe.
And you have to focus on that.
You have to focus on the good.
"The good""
What "good""
Harper Dearing
took that away.
First, he-he goes
after innocent sailors,
and then he comes after us,
where we live.
All I see is pain
and destruction.
I don't see good.
I want good back.
Abby...
If anyone can find the good,
it is you.
I have no doubt.
What if this isn't over?
What if Dearing isn't done?
A terrorist is only as strong
as the fear he creates.
Ziva, please.
Kick his ass.
Boss, I just got back
from the armory.
They got hit pretty
hard down there.
Yeah, well...
they were close.
We help any way
we can, DiNozzo.
Can I ask you a question?
Have you talked to Dr. Ryan
since all this happened?
Think maybe you should...
tell her you're okay?
I think we've got
a lot of work to do.
Must've been nice
having someone to talk to.
For a little while.
Gibbs!
MTAC. Now.
Welcome back, Tim.
Thanks, boss.
Nothing a band-aid wouldn't fix.
Agent McGee,
put him up.
Did you really think that
that was gonna work,
Agent Gibbs?
Accusing my ex-wife
of aiding and abetting when
you knew she was innocent?
You're playing games!
What, and you're not?
Games have a winner.
Nobody won yesterday.
People got hurt.
People got hurt
by your hand.
Well, consider it
cause and effect:
your cause, my effect,
lesson learned.
There's easier ways to teach
somebody a lesson.
Well, I thought
it was appropriate.
What you think
doesn't matter much.
You don't give people
enough credit, Agent Gibbs.
The Navy turned a blind eye
to flaws in the system,
and I made sure that
that would not happen again.
You killed people.
I am a whistle-blower.
You're a murderer.
What do you want?
You got our attention.
What's next?
Oh, there's nothing next,
Director.
And if you insist on
coming after me,
keep this in mind:
There is no better player
than a man
who's got nothing to lose.
Agent McGee.
Got a trace on Dearing's cell.
Broke through his firewall.
Or he let you.
He's parked in an abandoned
restaurant parking lot
off Route 9.
McGee, get me the SECNAV.
Connecting.
Sir?
We got him.
Is there still
a SWAT team on standby?
Airborne, Leon.
Send the coordinates;
they'll make it happen.
McGee.
Target coordinates delivered,
Director.
Traffic cams.
Uh, not responding.
Switching to
thermal satellite.
The engine's running.
The car's hot.
The heater's on inside, too.
Can't be sure, but that looks
like one passenger
in the driver's seat.
We are ten seconds from touchdown.
Request command confirmation.
Team 1, this is SECNAV.
Confirmation is go.
I repeat: Confirmation is go.
Roger that.
We are locked and loaded.
Touching down in
four, three, two, one.
Go! Go! Go!
Approaching from right flank!
Securing the vehicle!
Get down! Get down!
Target is gone.
Repeat: Vehicle is destroyed.
What the hell just happened,
Leon?
He took himself out, sir.
He blew the car up.
So he's dead. It's over.
Sir, you need remains
for confirmation.
Dot your "I"s, cross your "T"s,
Gibbs.
Just get it done.
My best friend
has a heart attack,
and here I am
doing his job.
A job I would have been nervous
enough about doing
even if I didn't just stepped
off the plane
after having not slept
for two days.
And you are not helping
matters, Abby!
Would you please just come in?
No. You know I don't
like it down here.
And I refuse to be in the same
room with that... man.
That man is dead, Abby.
I still haven't even reached
any next of kin.
Too bad.
Still not helping.
Sorry, Jimmy.
I've only had a couple hours
with the body.
I can't possibly give
a full autopsy report.
Abby, will you stop!
Gentlemen, hi.
Congrats, Palmer.
Thank you.
Although, I think under
the current circumstances,
my being here doing
Dr. Mallard's job
is hardly worthy
of congratulations.
You meant congratulations on the
marriage, didn't you?
You know, I think I'm still
getting used to all this.
Get used to it faster,
Palmer. Talk.
Yes, sir. Um, I was
finally able to find
a usable tissue sample
from the deceased,
and Abby is standing by waiting
expedited DNA confirmation.
This is top priority,
so it should be here
any time now.
Got it.
The suspense is killing me.
Abby?
Is it Dearing?
Okay...
According
to the DNA results,
we have a 50% match,
which, given the severely
compromised
condition of the remains,
is closer
than I expected.
It's him.
You did it, Jethro.
You got the bastard.
We're finished with the
scaffolding here, all right?
Still cleaning up.
I cannot imagine the chaos
that this must have caused.
Welcome back, Duck.
How you feel?
Well, I count calories
like a ballet dancer.
I "Sweat to the Oldies"
three times a week.
And where I once kept
pace with the hare,
I am now envious
of the tortoise.
That is how I feel.
Yeah, well, you're alive.
Perhaps when I get back
to work.
Well, welcome back,
but not just yet.
Doctor's orders.
So I have been told.
I suppose congratulations are
in order on the elimination
of the man who was
responsible for all this.
Looks like he took
his own life.
There is some doubt?
I see. So this invitation to tea
isn't strictly
a social one then?
You think your doctor would
mind you giving some advice?
Only if I tell him.
Penny, you don't have
to come home early.
No, I know it's just a cruise,
but you're in Europe.
I'm fine.
No, I'm not gonna call Dad.
Because there's
no reason to.
Why did I tell my grandmother
about the explosion?
Ah, she's worried.
It's normal.
Nothing's normal
about my grandmother.
Listen, Penny, I love you,
but I gotta go, okay?
I'll call you back later.
Yes, yes, I promise.
You know, Tim, maybe calling
your dad would be beneficial.
For who?
The admiral and I only talk
when absolutely necessary.
Besides, things are getting
back on track around here.
Why would I want
to open up that can of worms?
Yeah. I'm still pretty freaked
out about what happened here.
But I've got Breena to talk
to when I go home at night.
Only thing worse than being
scared is being scared alone.
Either one of you Gibbs?
Maybe in my dreams.
I'm sorry.
Is there something
we can help you with?
I'm Joann Dearing,
Harper's sister-in-law.
I've been away
on business.
I was told Special Agent
Gibbs wanted to see me.
Been trying to
reach you, Joann.
I've been traveling.
London, mostly.
Berlin. Hong Kong.
I'm a personal assistant.
Just took a job
after many years.
Why are you still
investigating?
Oh, I'm just tying up
loose ends.
No one claimed the body.
Well, if Victoria didn't,
I doubt anybody else will.
Tell me about the Dearings.
They're a complicated
family.
Political,
steeped in Southern tradition.
That was before.
What about now?
Everything changed
with Evan's death.
My, uh, husband Lawrence
was Harper's brother.
Your husband passed away.
Four months ago
from a heart attack.
He was a decent man,
a terrific doctor.
Obituary doesn't list
a burial site.
The Dearings have
a family plot in Augusta,
a private cemetery.
Hmm. So Harper had access
to his brother's remains?
Yes.
But why would that matter?
Dr. Mallard...
I've been holding onto
the body for the family.
No one
ever contacted us.
Claiming the remains
of wanted men has always been
taboo, Mr. Palmer.
Forensic historians
have traditionally shown
more interest in their bodies
than family members.
That's why John Wilkes Booth
has always been
a fascination for me.
You see, his body...
Duck,
you're not here, remember?
Yes, but I am alive.
And, until I am embalmed
and buried,
there will be stories to tell.
And I look forward
to telling them.
As Agent Gibbs
already knows,
due to the force
of the blast,
the intense heat, there wasn't
much left to work with.
But I did manage to find
some flesh for Abby's DNA test.
Wait a second.
Ducky, remember what I said.
Stay in the backseat.
Yes, I don't wish
to abuse my welcome,
but you're about to get
some of that free advice
you asked me for.
I could get in trouble for this.
Call a cop.
I'm guessing that broke
during the explosion?
And you'd be guessing
incorrectly.
Notice the minute fractures.
CPR?
Yeah, this man suffered
a significant cardiac event
prior to his death.
Paramedics tried
to revive him,
but unlike yours truly,
they did not succeed.
Harper Dearing didn't have
any history of heart problems.
No, but he had a brother who
just died of a heart attack.
The DNA was close enough
to be Harper Dearing.
Not exact.
Brothers, Mr. Palmer.
If Harper Dearing put
his sibling's remains
in that car...
He's still alive.
Ducky, go home.
From what I can see, Gibbs,
I think the car was rigged
to heat the dead body,
giving the illusion
that Dearing was inside.
What about the bomb.
Classic thermite.
And his cell signal only looked
like it was coming
from inside the car.
Ziva, call Fornell.
Tell him we need a nationwide
BOLO back out on Harper Dearing.
Boss, isn't Dearing dead?
Nope.
Then who was in the car?
Lawrence Dearing,
Harper's dead brother.
Ooh, grave robbery.
Sweet.
McGee, try to track Dearing
using his old cell numbers.
Disconnected.
Searching for new accounts
with similar
calling patterns.
DiNozzo, Joann Dearing's
bank accounts.
The fiery 50 who was
just in here? On it, boss.
Agent Fornell asked me
to convey this message.
"Are you freaking kidding me?
BOLO's out."
Whoa-oa. Looks like
Joann Dearing just found
some spare change
under the sofa cushions.
How much?
$250,000.
McGee, switch gears.
Run Joann's cell.
Already on it.
The day after Harper Dearing's
car exploded,
Joann received several calls
from a disposable phone
somewhere in the Appalachians.
Put it up.
She also bought gas
using a credit card
in the small town
of Martinsburg, West Virginia.
That's the same area, boss:
the cell calls,
the gas station...
Get Joann Dearing
back in here now.
Have a look.
Agent Gibbs, I don't need
to look at more pictures
of injured sailors.
Open it.
What is all this?
When was the last time
you saw Harper Dearing?
And don't say
at your husband's funeral.
Look, I know he did a lot
of horrible things,
but he also supported us
when my husband needed it.
We know that you recently
took a trip to West Virginia.
We know that Harper Dearing
gave you money.
We think that you spoke
with him.
I-I-I can't remember.
I mean, it's possible.
Is this some kind of joke
to you?
No.
No.
Evan.
The flag from Evan's funeral.
Harper couldn't bear
to bring it home.
It was too painful.
We kept it safe for him.
We did for a long time.
After Harper was reported dead,
I came home from work.
There he was,
just...
standing in my living room,
holding Evan's flag.
I guess he didn't think
I'd be there.
He paid you to keep quiet?
He wanted to help me.
I didn't know
he faked his death.
I didn't know Lawrence,
his body,
was involved.
Look, I'm barely keeping
afloat right now.
I needed the money.
Where is he?
Please.
Where is Harper Dearing?
Federal agents!
FBI!
Clear, boss.
I'm clear as well.
Well, well, well,
look at this.
Looks this is where Dearing
planned everything.
The bombs, too.
It's all just sitting here.
Now, Dearing wanted us
to see this.
He wanted us to know
he was finished.
So, where is he?
Thermal scan puts him in here
as little as an hour ago.
But nobody saw him leave.
Hey, boss.
It's an old moonshine
Prohibition run.
Probably goes all the way
to the state border.
Are you building something?
Yeah.
I need a bigger basement.
I might need a hobby.
You got kids, Leon.
They're coming out just fine.
You called?
Yeah.
Forensics linked everything
in the farmhouse to Dearing.
Dogs swept the tunnel.
They missed him by 20 minutes.
FBI and Homeland Security?
Working on leads. Why?
I got an idea.
You're not gonna like it.
Try me.
I go.
Alone.
You're right; I don't.
Leon,
this isn't about bombs
and ships anymore.
Dearing knows
what he did.
And he knows what
has to happen next.
And you think you're the man
for the job?
We both made decisions.
We both made mistakes.
Dearing knows that.
He's waiting for me.
Where?
The house where he
and Victoria raised Evan.
And you know this because...
Because that's where I would go.
That's where the memories are.
The ones...
that are important,
anyway.
The ones that
Dearing holds on to.
He wants these to be his last.
There's no way
I should let you do this.
No, you shouldn't.
But I am.
For the record,
if anything should happen...
Kill him.
Glad to.
Do not give it to him.
McGee, he's being
a stubborn fool.
Okay, but you're definitely
being stubborn.
McGee.
It's the address.
You sure you don't want
any company?
Yeah.
Vance knows?
Yeah, he does, every bit of it.
This is infuriating.
Ziva is upset.
What's a four-letter word
for surviving
a terrorist attack?
Luck.
Watch out for each other.
Hi, Mom and Dad.
This is my sixth day at sea.
I finally feel
like I got my sea legs.
Mess has been better
than I expected.
It's amazing how many green
vegetables they serve on a ship.
My bunkmate, Roger, says he
never sleep as well at home
as he does at sea.
My C.O. is intimidating,
but he's fair.
His given pretty much all
the newbies a nickname so far.
Turn that off, will you?
You know, I'm just trying
to keep my head down.
I'm finally being able to find
my way around the ship.
Evan used to send
us cassette tapes
to listen to,
see how he was doing.
Please.
I'll be in touch as...
Trying to make you
a nice cup of coffee.
I know you like it, but this...
This machine is impossible.
How about something stronger?
I'm glad you came, Gibbs.
I was hoping you'd figure
it out eventually.
The house where Evan was born.
I'm sure you have similar
feelings for Kelly's home.
"Life,
"although it may only be
an accumulation of anguish,
"is dear to me,
and so I will defend it."
Mary Shelley.
Sit.
No.
You and I are a lot alike,
you know.
I know what you did
for your family.
You made one decision;
I made another.
Both did what we had to do.
You have a job to do, Gibbs.
I've done mine.
Do I have regrets?
Yeah.
Some.
But not all.
Maybe things happen
for a reason.
♪ ♪
Evan, what excites you most
about joining the Navy?
Wow, Dad, I don't know.
Oh, come on, Evan.
Tell me, really.
Your whole family is listening.
You're gonna play this for Mom?
Yes, absolutely.
Your grandparents, too.
So, tell me, why join the Navy?
I love this country.
I want to protect it.
I want to protect
what it stands for.
I'm really proud
I'm doing this, Dad.
Yeah.
So am I.
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