NCIS (2003–…): Season 10, Episode 16 - Detour - full transcript

[EIKOSTATE'S "SELFISH
DECONSTRUCTION" PLAYING]

[ENGINE STOPS]

What are we waiting for?

To see how much
we're gonna charge.

Over here. Oh, my gosh,
I'm so glad that you came.

- Double-time.
- I'm so desperate.

They're coming at 10. All of them.

I'm hosting the entire
mah-jongg league for brunch.

- Let me guess. Toilet?
- Toilet stuff. Everywhere.

It's coming out of the bathtub,
the sink.

Well, it's probably just roots
in your sewer line.

Ahem. We'll have everything flowing
in an hour. How's 350 sound?

[SCREAMING]

Hey, 2 even. And I'll pay the tax.

Oh, my God.

- Hey, hey, fella.
- Hey, buddy, are you okay?

DWIGHT: Hey, fella, slow down.
Let's get you some help.

RODNEY: What are you doing?
DWIGHT: Hey, man.

There's nothing for you in that truck.

RODNEY:
Hey, what are you...?

Hey, that's drain cleaner.

What...? Hey, don't!

Oh, my God. Oh, God.

[COUGHING]

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God. Call 911.

Oh, my God.

Sorry, lady, I need two hours.

Forty, 60, 80, 1.

Twenty, 40, 60, 80, 200.

It's just a lump on my shoulder.
What's the big deal?

I'm not going to touch your lump, Tony.
What's the big deal about that?

PALMER:
Two hundred dollars.

Thank you so much.
You are a lifesaver.

Shh. He's here.

- What?
- "What" what?

- What? There's no "what."
- It looks like a "what" to me. Ziva?

Jimmy gave McGee
several hundred dollars

in exchange for an envelope
he just hid in his jacket.

- How could you see that?
- Jimmy, go back to autopsy now.

James Palmer,
you take one more step,

and I will forward that e-mail
you accidentally sent me

to the entire building.

[SNORTS]

That's a smart gremlin. Now talk.

It was nothing. It was nothing.

Agent McGee and I, we just, um...

[CLEARS THROAT]

He got me
last-minute concert tickets

for my nine-month anniversary present
for Breena.

Concert tickets?

Wait a minute.
You have a concert-ticket connection?

No.

- You're a bad liar.
- Why'd you even say anything, Ziva?

Didn't know you were getting tickets.
They come in a blue envelope.

- Ziva!
- Wait. You got Ziva tickets too?

Relax, Tony. It's been a while, okay?

Last time was, what,
like six years ago?

- What...? No, no!
- Six years ago?

Wait a second. You've been hiding
a ticket connection for six years?

- Who have you gotten tickets for?
- Nobody.

MAN:
Psst. McGee.

TONY:
You got him tickets?

Hmm.

You and I
are gonna have a little talk.

You can do that in the car.
Grab your snack bag.

We've got a dead Navy officer.

- Uh, snack bag?
GIBBS: Body's in Richmond.

- Two hours away, folks.
- Any way we can take separate cars?

Well,
witnesses all say the same thing.

Our victim, Lieutenant Gordon Roth,

stumbled down the street,
jumped in the van,

then chugged a bottle
of drain cleaner.

Yeah,
he had to know it would be fatal.

Which would make this
a simple suicide.

Not that simple.

Right before our victim showed up,
he blew a stop sign about a mile away.

A patrol car tried to pull him over
and give him...

What are those things called again?

- Ticket.
- Ticket, of course.

Like the kind of thing you'd need
to go see a concert.

Anyway, Roth didn't pull over.

He got into a high-speed chase,
ditched his car,

and then when the cops finally
caught up with him, he'd offed himself.

Do you think he was injured
during the chase?

- I don't think so.
- Why is he bleeding?

I believe that is my cue.
Sorry we're late.

ME van's been refusing
to go above 50 in cold weather.

I see our victim
is well worth the wait.

Heh, heh. Drain cleaner. Lovely.

And he's been shot.

DUCKY: Judging by the severity
of the ecchymosis,

he would have been dead in minutes
had he not killed himself first.

- Then why kill himself?
- So much for simple.

DUCKY: His knuckles are bruised
and some are broken.

He must have been in some kind
of altercation before he died.

Ahh. I'll know more
when I conduct a full autopsy.

GIBBS:
You always do, Duck. You always do.

All right, pack it up.

Death by drain cleaner,
sounds pretty painful.

Yes, but the ingestion
of such a caustic substance

promises to make this
a most interesting autopsy.

All right, inferior or superior process
of the distal phalange, doctor?

Inferior.

Inferior it is.
Looks like you're driving.

As if.

- Excuse me?
- Looks as if you're driving.

So I suggest we take the 288
to the toll road

and then the 95 back to D.C.

Oh, no. The forecast calls for snow.

We'd be better off avoiding traffic
if we take the back roads.

MAN: They're leaving the scene
and they have the body.

WOMAN [OVER RADIO]:
Stay close. Don't lose them.

MARCUS:
Copy that.

It's Tuesday.
Who gets first dibs on the radio?

That would be me.
And I think you knew that.

- Perhaps I did.
- Ha, ha.

ZIVA:
Lieutenant Gordon Roth, 29,

served at the USS Carl Vinson
during the Iraq War,

until he was reassigned
due to hearing loss.

- Where?
- Office of Naval Research.

They're the guys that coordinate

the science and technology programs
for the Navy.

Is that what they do, McGee?

Sorry, boss. I just thought
because it was science-related...

- You'd insult Gibbs' intelligence.
- No.

Don't listen to him, boss.
He's just mad because...

- I don't care.
TONY: Mostly eggheads at ONR,

but Roth
wasn't your ordinary egghead.

His performance tests indicate
he had an extremely high IQ.

He wrote several papers
on high-end military encryption,

which, without any advanced degrees,
is almost unheard of.

It's always the eggheads who crack.
Get it? Egg, crack?

We looked for a suicide note
but did not find one.

Abby is going through
his computer now.

- Family?
McGEE: None.

No brothers and sisters,
and parents are deceased.

They were only children.
No aunts or uncles to talk to.

That leaves his CO. DiNozzo.

- Yes, boss?
- Take...

Take McGee with you.

It looks like you two have some things
to work out.

[MAMBO MUSIC PLAYING
ON STEREO]

PALMER: Doctor,
I do see some clouds moving in.

This drive could take a while.

What do you say
we finish that crossword?

What's a nine-letter word
for fungus?

Toadstool.

- Amazing.
- Ha, ha.

When you die,
I wanna dissect your brain.

I would consider it an honor
and a privilege, Mr. Palmer.

However, I consider it a necessity
we get this van fixed.

We're way behind schedule.

Yeah, Gus in the motor pool
says it's the fuel injector.

He said he's changed it
three times already.

Well, perhaps
we should change Gus.

I think it's time
we change the station.

It's my turn again, and no offense,
but I'm getting a headache.

Well, if it's your turn, it's your turn.

[CLASSICAL MUSIC PLAYING]

Ah. Much better.

[TIRE POPS]

That sounded like a blowout.
That's weird, I just changed the tire.

Well, it looks as if you're gonna have
to change one of them again.

Look, I've got a cousin
that works for a concert promoter.

Every now and then, he helps me
get tickets. It's not a big deal.

- Then why didn't I know about it?
- You know why.

If I knew why I didn't know,
then I would know what I didn't know.

- You're a bad man.
- I didn't tell you

because I knew
that you would take advantage of it.

Are you saying I'm a bad man?

WOMAN:
Should I come back later?

Commander Lisa Cleveland.

But please, don't let me interrupt.

Are you sure there hasn't been
some kind of mistake?

Yes, ma'am. Lieutenant Roth
killed himself this morning.

That's quite a shock.

Do you have any idea why?

No. That's why we wanted
to talk to you.

I don't know what I can offer.

Except that Roth
was the epitome of stability.

- Was he close with anyone?
CLEVELAND: Not really.

- Kept mostly to himself.
- Any enemies?

No. Is there something else
you aren't telling me?

Lieutenant Roth was beaten and shot
just prior to his suicide.

Quite a detail to leave out,

- don't you think?
- Depends.

- On?
- On whether we think you're involved.

It's personal but we thought we'd ask.
Are you involved?

No, I'm not.

But I wish
you had said something sooner.

Lieutenant Roth
oversaw the implementation

of the Navy's
data-key encryption protocols.

I see. What does that mean?

It means he spent a lot of time
around highly classified materials.

The kind people might kill for?

[GRUNTS]

Almost done.

- Any luck?
- No, which is odd.

I expected to find
the entire sidewall blown out,

given the explosive decompression
we just experienced.

Well, my stomach is experiencing
explosive decompression.

[BOTH LAUGH]

I'm hungry. Unh.

What do you say we break out
these emergency supplies?

Yeah, well, we did skip breakfast.

Wait a minute. What have we here?

Here.

Something embedded...

Hello, hello, hello.

Mr. Palmer...

Is that, uh?

It appears to be a bullet fragment.

I apologize for that.

I told my men to slow you down.

I was stuck in traffic on the toll road.

May we help you?

Maybe. If either of them move...

- It's not here.
- You didn't think it would be.

No.

So plan B it is.

May I ask who you are
and what exactly is plan B?

Plan B is drive.

What kind of classified material
was Roth working on?

TONY [OVER PHONE]:
We're not sure yet.

We're getting a little push-back
on access.

Push harder.

Duck, talk to me.

Duck.

Inside.

You know, over 15,000 people are
injured in gun accidents every year.

DUCKY: Since we're miles from...
Well, from anything,

do you mind pointing that
someplace else?

Sure.

- Aah.
- My bad.

MARCUS:
Get inside.

ANNA:
Sorry about the mess.

I'm sure you'll be more cooperative
than our last visitors.

- Lock them up.
- No.

I've had enough for one day.

I demand to know who you are
and what this is about.

ANNA: If you want my men to put
their guns down, let them put those on.

Or we can wait
for one of those accidents to happen.

I vote for the leg irons.

Now, what happened
to Lieutenant Roth?

He allegedly killed himself.

- With a drain cleaner.
- And before that?

He looked beat up.
Was he in a fight?

DUCKY: I can't say with any certainty.
- Aah.

I was kidnapped
before I could conduct my autopsy.

Did he have anything on him
when you found him?

Well, not that I am aware.

No, he wouldn't have had it with him.
Not if he had decided to kill himself.

Marcus, go back
and search the area.

Lincoln, bring the body in.

You can conduct your autopsy here.

I beg your pardon.

ANNA:
A dead body can still speak.

Yeah, so I've noticed.

ANNA: I need to find out
what happened to Lieutenant Roth.

And you are my best shot.

And if I refuse?

Take a guess.

Good luck with your autopsy
if you kill me.

ANNA:
I won't kill you.

I'll kill your friend.

Slowly.

I vote for the autopsy.

Agreed.

But we're gonna need some things
from the van.

Anything I find won't be useful
to anybody

if we all die
from airborne corpse pathogens.

A dead body can be deadly.

Abby, you heard anything from...?

Police that impounded Roth's car
after the high-speed chase?

- Yep.
- No. That's not what I was asking.

You should be asking.

They dropped it off an hour ago
and I found much goodness inside.

- I was hoping...
- Hoping that I was gonna say that?

When do I ever let you down?
I'm not going to now.

I have got prints to run,
I've got blood swabs,

and I have the cherry on top
of my forensic banana split.

- Abby.
- The stylish yet compact

- digital camera.
- Abby.

Get to the point. The point is that
this stylish and compact camera

is GPS-enabled.

Which means I know where Roth was
before he killed himself

and what he was doing.

Yeah? Where was he?

He was in a park about two miles away
from the crime scene,

walking around in circles

and taking pictures of everybody
and everything for over half an hour.

And when I say circles,
I mean circles.

This is a connect-the-dot map
of all the GPS coordinates

from every photograph
that Roth took.

I'm assuming this isn't some kind

of obsessive-compulsive
circle-walking, picture-taking illness,

although that's
more Ducky's territory.

- Have you heard from Ducky?
- No. Where is he?

He's got my hair samples
and my fingernail samples.

I'm gonna call him.

[LINE RINGS]

DUCKY [ON MACHINE]:
Sorry I missed you.

Please leave a message
after the tone.

That's odd.
He never turns his cell off.

I'm gonna call Jimmy.

PALMER [ON MACHINE]:
Hey, it's Jimmy's phone.

He's not around to pick me up
right now, so please leave a message.

Odd, the sequel.

- Permission to track their phones, sir?
- When they're turned off?

I wouldn't be able
to track Ducky's model of phone,

but as long as Jimmy's battery
hasn't been removed,

even if it's dead, I can still get
a trickle charge that'll power up the...

[COMPUTER BEEPS]

His battery's been removed,
according to this error code.

- Why would Jimmy do that?
- He wouldn't.

We spoke to Gus in the motor pool.

Jimmy called about an hour and a half
after we left the crime scene.

Said he had a flat tire.

Gus told Jimmy it'd take a few hours,
so Jimmy said he'd fix it himself.

- McGee.
- Running a trace on the call.

- What are you thinking?
GIBBS: I wanna know where they are.

TONY:
Roads were icy. Maybe an accident.

It would have had to be bad enough
to destroy Jimmy's cell.

Got a hit.

They were on Veterans Memorial
Highway, west of Foxhall.

Heading north
before they made the call.

There's emergency cameras
on VMH.

- Pull it up.
- Backtracking from the time of the call.

There they are.

Jumping to the next camera.

And jumping to the next camera.

Freeze it.
Back up the first two cameras.

That black SUV's in every photo.

There are lots of exits on that stretch.
Could be a coincidence.

Jimmy said the van
didn't go over 50.

- Speed limit's 60. They were followed.
- McGee, Ziva, BOLO.

Ducky and Jimmy pulled over.
Find out where.

- On our way.
- DiNozzo.

- Roth?
- Find out what he was into.

Right now we don't have a clue.

DUCKY:
If you would be so kind, Mr. Palmer.

But be careful.

The sodium hydroxide in
the drain cleaner is still rather potent.

You weren't kidding.

- Oesophagus looks like it's melted.
- Yeah.

- What do you got?
- A mess.

Contrary to popular belief,

drain cleaner does not function
as a poison.

It kills by asphyxiation.

And that is a result
of a rather drastic reaction

- between sodium hydroxide and...
- And I couldn't care less.

Well, you wouldn't be the first.

Apart from
a removeable hearing aid,

which I can find
no physiological need for,

our victim was in good health.

Oh, he was in some kind of altercation
just prior to his suicide.

Aside from being shot,
he has his knuckles scraped,

three broken digits.

He took several blows
to the rib cage.

I can peel back the skin
if you'd like to...

- We're good.
- Enough.

You know what I wanna hear,
so let's hear it.

The angle of the damage
to the thoracic area

indicates that you're looking for a male,
roughly 6-foot tall.

Skin cells from under this man's nails
suggest a Caucasian.

And a follicle which we found

lets us know that there are
at least some dark hairs.

Undoubtedly, I will learn more
as we continue the autopsy.

For example,

the contents of the stomach

will tell us...

[BOTH GAGGING]

L... Okay, I got it.

Now just finish up.

- Keep an eye on them.
- Do you mind if I do it from outside?

Fine. They're not going anywhere.

- You did that on purpose.
- Yes. We have to talk.

- About?
- What we're gonna do.

They're gonna kill us
when we're done.

I know. I know.
I've been trying not to think about it.

- What can we do?
- We go on the offensive.

On the off... With what?

Doctor, we are chained to the floor.
They have guns.

We don't have much
in the weapons department.

We have something better
than a weapon, Mr. Palmer.

We have him.

- Hey, you find the ME van?
- No.

- No sign of Ducky or Jimmy either.
- But we do know where they stopped.

We found a flat tire
on the shoulder of the highway.

It was not a blowout, Gibbs.
The tire was shot out.

There was a second vehicle there
definitely.

Lifted tracks
and at least four sets of footprints.

ZIVA: Abby is processing them.
But the footprints indicate

that somebody else joined Ducky
and Jimmy in the ME van.

They were forced to drive
under duress.

- Any luck with the rest of the footage?
- No.

They knew how to stay away
from the cameras.

But not the investigative prowess of
very Special Agent Anthony DiNozzo.

Light me up, Lord of the Tickets.

It's story time.

Lieutenant Roth
had an offshore bank account.

A big one.

Filled up primarily by, wait for it,

Cuban sources.

As a Navy officer, that's a violation
of at least seven laws.

Yes, it is, McGee. But how
do we know he's a Navy officer?

I pulled every record I could find
on Roth,

from his military files
to his high school library card.

Seriously, that's his library card.

GIBBS:
His signatures don't match.

TONY:
Yeah, it's close but no Cuban cigar.

See? Look at the R's.

Sometime in Roth's early 20s,
his signature changed.

Only one reason I can think of
why that would happen.

Lieutenant Roth
is not Lieutenant Roth.

So then who is he?

Careful, Mr. Palmer.

Gastric acid can cut a hole
right through your foot.

Yeah. Hopefully, just the lock.

How's it going over there?

I've finished connecting
the hearing aid's microphone.

And I've almost done the earpiece.

Ah, got it.

Testing, one, two, three.

Crystal clear.

Slice open the ileocecal junction.

We don't want anyone
walking in here.

PALMER: Can you hear them?
- They're complaining about the smell.

PALMER:
Speaking of smell...

About your idea
for the methane capture,

I found an old cigarette
that we could use.

Wait, they're talking
about Lieutenant Roth.

He was supposed to deliver
a package to our captors.

They think whoever shot him
may have it.

I wonder what was in that.

I wonder if Agent Gibbs has realized
that we're even missing yet.

Not that it matters.
I mean, he is never going to find us.

Mr. Palmer, if you can be certain
of one thing, it is that Agent Gibbs...

What? Agent Gibbs what?

Shh, shh, shh.
They're talking about us.

If it's bad, just don't tell me.

Okay, I changed my mind.

Our captor is telling her associates

to bury Lieutenant Roth
when we finish with the autopsy.

That's not so bad.

But, apparently, we are to join him.

That is bad.

If we're gonna make a move,
it'd better be soon.

ABBY:
I used facial-recognition software

to compare old pictures of Roth
with his most recent service photos.

Definitely not the same guy.

- He could have fooled me.
- Yeah, he fooled everybody.

And now Ducky and Jimmy
are missing.

- But you're gonna find them, right?
- Yeah, we're gonna find them.

ABBY:
No ID on who's impersonating Roth,

but by analyzing every photo
I could find,

I was able to narrow down
the date of the switch.

The person that showed up at the
Naval Academy on Induction Day,

he was the impostor.

The person who showed up
to the Candidate Guidance Office

for a final interview two weeks earlier
was the original.

The impostor made the switch
sometime in between.

Roth's induction was ten years ago,
boss.

ABBY: I've finished examining
Fake Roth's computer.

He's been using
his CO's access codes

to download
some seriously classified material

once a month
like clockwork for years.

So you add a giant piggy bank
filled with Cuban cash...

We got a mole. Deep cover.

He found a guy who looked like him
getting ready to join the Navy.

He waited until that guy passed
all his Navy background checks.

- Then stepped right into his shoes.
- He was a loner with no family.

- Who's gonna notice?
- We did.

Do you think the real Roth is dead?

He's dead as a doornail.

What I wanna know
is who shot the impostor this morning?

We find him, we find Ducky.

- What?
- I found him. I think.

I found a second person's blood
at the crime scene.

He was former Navy. I got an ID.

Lieutenant Michael Dunkel.

DUCKY:
Remember where you need to be.

- Yes, doctor.
- Good.

Your life will depend upon it.

I estimate we have
less than two minutes till showtime.

Doctor, doctor,

in case your plan, as brilliant as it is,
doesn't work...

Likewise, Mr... Jimmy.

Shall we?

Yeah.

I pulled that bullet
from Lieutenant Roth's pelvic bone.

The angle of entry suggests
that the wound was self-inflicted.

- He shot himself?
- Well, I doubt on purpose.

I usually see wounds like this

when the victim is struggling
to control his weapon.

Roth's attacker
was probably trying to disarm him.

DUCKY:
Which by itself may not mean much.

But if you could recover
Roth's gun...

LINCOLN: We found it
when we searched the area.

His attacker's prints may be on this.

Perhaps he has
whatever it is you're looking for.

See? I told you keeping them alive
was worth it.

Even the whiner.

So does that mean we can kill them
now and get out of here?

I haven't eaten anything
since yesterday.

They're all yours.

Did you really think
that we were gonna tell you everything

without leaving ourselves
some insurance?

We did find something else.

Which makes identifying
the attacker moot,

assuming that his prints
are even on record.

- What?
- Well...

Take us somewhere public
and I'll tell you.

Or I could just shoot your little friend
in the face.

Then you'd better shoot me as well.

Could you be more obvious?

Oh, Mr. Palmer!

PALMER:
Sorry.

Where did you get this?

Mm-mm.

- Where?
- Lieutenant Roth swallowed it.

[SIGHS]

It's a locker key
from a bus stop or gym, maybe.

- It's gotta be important. Especially...
- Mr. Palmer!

Talk.

PALMER:
Uh, um...

We found the key
lodged in the small intestine,

which was spewing
decomposition gases.

Much like...

Like if you were
to seal a piece of intestine

inside of a surgical glove,

it would slowly begin to inflate
with methane, like a balloon.

And, now,
methane is highly flammable,

but if you combine it with an oxidizer
like the sodium hydroxide

found in the drain cleaner
in the victim's lungs,

then suddenly, it's explosive.

And if we add to that a heat source...

- You're stalling.
- Yes, he is.

The cigarette is taking longer
than we thought to ignite the gauze

in the oven.

LINCOLN:
Marcus! Marcus!

- Marcus!
- Oh, my God!

LINCOLN: Aah!
- Hurry! Put him out!

[COUGHS]

Put him out!

He's dead.

ANNA:
They're gone.

[GRUNTS]

Yeah, that's a...
This can't be my blood.

And I'm sorry,
I don't recognize this man.

Maybe that black eye's
affecting your vision.

How about that?

Oh, my God, what happened?

You tell me. Make it quick.

- Yeah, I did tell you, I don't know him.
- We got your DNA at the crime scene.

He had your blood on him.
You know what else he had?

A bank account
funded by the Cubans.

- I don't know anything.
- A computer full of classified material.

- Wait a second.
- You're going down.

And you're going down hard
for treason unless you start talking.

- Treason?
- Look! I've got two guys missing.

I don't have time for this!
I want answers!

Now! Right now!

Going once, going...

The answer is he was sleeping
with my wife!

- What?
- My wife.

Lieutenant Roth
was sleeping with her.

Commander Lisa Cleveland.

- Your name is Dunkel.
- Yeah, she wouldn't take my name.

Who does that, huh?

Everybody these days, that's who.
No one cares about tradition.

She certainly didn't care
about our marriage vows.

Jeez, all right, let me hear it.

Make it quick.

I found out Roth was sleeping
with Lisa, so I went to confront him.

It got physical.

I didn't want it to, but he started it.
Then he pulled a gun.

I grabbed for it, and we struggled,
and the gun went off.

I got out of there as fast as I could
and I didn't look back.

Look, I didn't do anything wrong,
okay?

He attacked me.

I'm the victim.

The only thing I know about this guy
is we have the same taste in women.

I don't know anything
about any classified material

or your missing men.

I'm sorry about that, but I don't.

[BOTH PANTING]

PALMER:
Doctor. Doctor, wait. Wait.

I need a moment to catch my breath.

We don't have a moment,
Mr. Palmer.

You been hitting the gym
or something?

Cardio rehab.

We can talk about that later.

Listen,
our captors undoubtedly know

that we're heading for the highway.

Perhaps with this moonlight,

we might be better off with stealth
instead of speed.

PALMER:
That works for me.

Ziva, did Lieutenant Roth's CO
confirm the affair?

ZIVA:
She denied it.

Till I told her Roth was sleeping
with her to get her access codes.

We tracked down a new witness
who saw the fight.

- Hubby was telling the truth.
- I know.

- Hoping he was lying.
- I know.

Mr. Dunkel, however, chose a really
bad time to confront his wife's lover.

Those pictures that Roth took
in the park,

he appears to be surveilling an area
in advance of some kind of meeting.

As he is a spy,
probably with his handlers.

Wanted to make sure he wasn't
followed by authorities.

Except he was being followed
by a jealous husband.

ZIVA: When police got involved,
he had to terminate the op.

- Kill himself.
- He was dying.

Had he allowed himself
to be captured,

it was only a matter of time
before he gave up his entire operation.

He was protecting his team.

- Roth's handlers took the body.
- That means Ducky and Jimmy too.

Okay, what do we got here?
Come on.

Tire tracks on the road
where the van was stopped.

- BOLO on the SUV that was tailing it.
- Footprints as well.

Hopefully Abby made progress
analyzing them.

Go. Find out. McGee, go.

[GUNSHOT]

- Huh? What was that?
- Presumably our captors.

[GUNSHOTS]

Looking for us,
shooting at anything that moves.

In case we get killed before I get to say
it, your plan worked brilliantly, doctor.

Yes, despite the fact that you
started telling our captors the plan.

You told me my job was to stall
until the combustion started.

I started saying the first thing that
came to mind, which was:

- "Surprise, the bomb's six feet away."
- Okay, okay.

But if we're gonna survive,
we are going to need a new plan.

You told me
that Gibbs would find the cabin.

Undoubtedly. And we can assume that
he's gonna find the message we left.

But we can't assume
that he's gonna find it in time.

Well, then it's a good thing
that I grabbed this.

Whoa. Oh.

One of them dropped it in the blast.

I would rather take a stand
than get shot in the back.

Likewise.

Only I'm not too keen to get
in a firefight with professional killers.

- Neither am I.
- All right, come on.

Boss, I got a lead on the SUV.

A ranger
at Shenandoah National Forest

logged a vehicle
matching our description

entering the park for two weeks.

Occupants registered
to use a hunting cabin.

Ranger remembered they asked
for the most isolated cabin they had.

- DiNozzo.
- Running the plates, boss.

But, boss, I usually...

Okay, that's fine.

TONY: SUV is registered
to a shell company out of Richmond.

Boss, it uses the same bank
that funded Roth's offshore account.

PALMER: Haven't heard anything
in a while. Maybe they left.

Likely they also opted for stealth.

- Means they could be anywhere.
- Yeah.

- Oh, my God!
- Aah!

- What?
- I just realized

I missed my nine-month anniversary.
Breena is gonna kill me.

- You do know I have a heart condition.
- What?

- Oh, I'm so sorry.
- No, I understand, Mr. Palmer.

Nothing is more important
than the ones we love,

felt most keenly at times like this.

In fact... Aah!

No!

- Are you all right?
- Yes, I'm all right. Ow. Aah.

Oh, no, no, no. Not the ankle.
Oh, it's always the ankle.

Yes, it's always the ankle.

Twenty-three thousand people
sprain their ankles every day

without walking in the forest
in the pitch dark.

[GUNSHOT THEN BOTH GASP]

Okay. Okay. It's okay. It's fine.

I will carry you.

- Now, Mr. Palmer.
- Yeah?

Even if I could stomach the ignominy,
you wouldn't get very far.

No, you have to go on without me.

No, I'm not leaving you.

You're not leaving me.
We're just splitting up.

Doctor, I respect you
more than anyone in the world.

So please forgive me when I say:

Go to hell. I'm not leaving you.

Mr. Palmer, if we both stay,
we may both go to hell.

Not necessarily.
I think it's time we made our stand.

Oh, right.

[ENGINE STOPS]

How many rangers do you have?

Straight down this road
another 1,000 feet, boss.

- Wake them up.
- I need blockades on every road.

ZIVA: I don't care what time it is.
- Reports every ten minutes. Okay.

PALMER:
What's the plan?

We sit here
and wait for them to find us.

We don't have time to strategise
any more than that. Aah.

- Give me the gun.
- Fine by me.

Wait. Why?

Because I have military firearms
training.

With a musket.

Doctor, that was 50 years ago.

It's better than your none.

I will have you know, I have prestiged
six times in "Black Ops II."

Do I even want to know?

Doctor, it's not like I want the gun,
okay?

It's just that it's very dark out.

Frankly, your eyesight
is not what it used to be.

- I beg your pardon. Keep that up...
- I knew that was not gonna land well.

...and I may have to ask you
to leave again.

Actually, doctor,

maybe that's exactly
what I should do.

- NCIS!
- Hands in the air!

Clear.

I think it's safe to assume
Ducky and Jimmy were here.

- And did some damage.
GIBBS: But where are they now?

Come on, Ducky, talk to me.

Right here.

- "R-9"?
GIBBS: Rule nine.

Never go anywhere without a knife.

Not anywhere. Right there.

That way. Come on, let's go.

Mr. Palmer, where are you?

L... I'm sorry I questioned your ability
with firearms.

Prestiging six times with "Black Ops ll"
is ample experience.

Six times isn't bad.

But I prestiged seven.

Oh, my God.

Call your buddy.

I don't know if you've noticed,
but I have been calling.

He isn't answering.

Maybe he'll answer
when he hears you screaming.

Oh, no.

Oh, no.

LINCOLN:
You shouldn't have killed Marcus.

Goodbye, doctor.

[PALMER YELLING]

[GUN CLICKING]

You can stop shooting, Mr. Palmer.

Oh, my God! I got him! I g...

[DUCKY CHUCKLES]

I got him.

- What?
- I thought I'd feel relieved,

but this feels much, much worse.

This...

I've never... I've never...

[GRUNTS]

You still haven't.

Run, Mr. Palmer, while you can!

No, no. I'm not leaving you.

Doctor, I thought I got him.

Fine by me.

I should have given you the gun.

TONY: NCIS!
McGEE: Hands up! Don't move!

LINCOLN:
Okay, okay. Hold on, hold on.

Well, this feels very, very good.

- Drop it!
- Okay, okay, okay.

You two okay?

We've been cleaner.

Nice to see you guys.
What did we miss?

I'm not talking about it, Tony.
I'll probably start crying again.

Jethro, there's another one.
A woman.

- You'll never find her.
- Really?

- Wouldn't be so sure about that.
DUCKY: Heh.

[LINCOLN GRUNTS]

[DANCE MUSIC PLAYING]

GIBBS:
Looking for this?

It's the USB drive
your mole wedged in the sewer drain.

Our agents pulled it out
this morning.

Did we forget to mention
that we found sewage

beneath Lieutenant Roth's
fingernails?

- Sorry about that.
- You're under arrest for espionage.

- Hands behind your back.
- But how?

That's my locker. And this...

This is my key.

I'll be taking that. Thank you.

You've been played.
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