NCIS (2003–…): Season 11, Episode 12 - Kill Chain - full transcript

God, I was so worried.

It's all right.

I thought you wouldn't come.

It's okay now. Everything's going to be
okay. Just tell me what's going on.

Wait.

We have to get out of here.

NCIS Season 11 Episode 12
Kill Chain

Synchro: Gaillots & Kujathemas.

Rereading: Bruno.

- It's just really short notice.
- How can you know if you don't ask?

- It's not that simple.
- Doesn't get any simpler than that.

Morning.

Got my parking space today.

I know it's only temporary,

but it's right across the street
from the building.

At NSA, we park off-site,
like, half a mile away.

God forbid you forgot anything.

I took a picture.

Want to see?

It is a good spot.

Nice.

Delilah, by the way.

Delilah... Fielding?

Really?

I'm Ellie Bishop. I'm a huge fan.

You are?!

Yeah. Delilah's kind of a big deal
in the analyst world, Tim.

Ever since Operation Pin Drop.

- Thank you.
- What's Operation Pin Drop?

Can't tell you.

So, are you working here?

No. Just trying
to wrap something up with Tim.

If by "something", you mean
a classic case of Mcwaffling...

- How would you know...?
- Tim butt-dialed me.

You don't have to listen.

Yes, it does.
I find you compelling, Tim.

So, here's the deal.
Delilah's being awarded a fellowship

by the Conrad Institute for her work
in counterterrorism.

Congrats, by the way.
There's a black-tie gala event dinner.

A who's who from the intel world.

Delilah wants
to bring McGee as her plus one.

But McGee's being McGee...
won't commit, waffling.

Did I leave anything out?

No, you summed it up.

I don't have a tux.

A case could come down
at any moment.

- My boss is not big on time off.
- Who needs time off?

McGee. Delilah's got a big
shindig tomorrow night.

No. No, I'm fine.

What? You don't want to go?

- Yeah, but...
- Yeah, it's Gibbs.

Grab your gear. We've got a dead sailor
in Rock Creek Park.

Don't use me as an excuse.

Petty Officer First Class
Daniel Coyne.

Has $72 in his wallet

and a gold watch which,
according to the inscription,

was a gift from his grandfather.

Not a robbery.
It's a seven millimeter.

Possible sniper round.

Indeed. So, our victim was shot
by a high-powered rifle.

And judging by the entrance
and exit wounds,

at an extremely acute angle.

Suspect was in the trees?

No, shooter was closer than that.

Yeah, and quite a bit higher.

I walk my dog here
every morning, like clockwork.

Never seen anything
like what happened today.

- Can you describe what you saw?
- Oh, I can do you one better.

I can show you.

- You recorded it?
- Yes, sir.

Right up here.

I get it.

So, how long exactly has the CIA
been recording your thoughts

through the fillings in your teeth?

For six years,
but they use microwaves.

Yeah. I've learned to be careful.
Now, let me tell you what happened.

A gray airship
came down from the sky.

Killed that man.

- They were probably hunting me.
- Bishop, you want to hear this?

Captain Crazy-pants here
has a little story he wants to tell us.

You're not taking me seriously.

Oh, no, I am. Bishop's
our expert on black helicopters.

No, it wasn't a helicopter.
It was an airship.

And it was gray.
Probably alien.

Like this?

Yes, yes.

That's it. That's the one.

He's not crazy.
Other witnesses saw it, too.

Wait a second. Are you telling me
that an alien airship

came out of the sky
and killed this man?

Not alien. U.S. Navy.

This is an Angelus
surveillance drone.

Someone used
our own tech against us.

So, what's going on
behind those sensitive green eyes, Tim?

Tony, I'm fine.

You think I can't see back there,
but I can.

You're insecure.

That is not...

Because you think maybe
Delilah's too good for you?

Out of your league?
Who knows?

But here's the thing, Tim.

Man's reach

should exceed his grasp...

or what's a heaven for?

Huh? Just something to think about.

Petty Officer Coyne was stationed
at NAS Pax River.

A drone operator specialized in flying
the same drone that killed him.

Just spoke with his C.O.
who's expecting us.

What's this?

An analysis I wrote last year
on the merits of drone warfare.

Redacted where necessary,
but thorough enough as a primer

on the subject
before we head to Pax River.

I don't need any primers
on this subject.

Here's where I'm the expert.

I know what happens
in a mechanized society

when mankind gets
a little too complacent.

When his robot helpers rise up,
seize power

and overthrow us.

- What are you talking about?
- Skynet.

No, I am not going
down this rabbit hole again.

- What's Skynet?
- Skynet is a military computer

designed to coordinate and control
all our weapons systems,

including our nuclear arsenal,
until it turns on us

and overthrows us.

- So, this is a... movie?
- Yeah. Terminator, one and two.

Three and four don't count.
No James Cameron.

Okay, my research
is in the actual use

of Unmanned Aerial Vehicles,
not the make-believe use.

And the bottom line is,
UAVs save lives.

Until they turn on us.

OK, I guess that means
you're not coming to Pax River.

Oh, no.

I am coming.

Into the belly of the beast.

- What do you know, Duck?
- If our petty officer's body

is any indication,
he was almost virtuous.

- Almost?
- There is a woman in his life.

Well, last I heard, Duck,
not a crime.

Certainly not,
but I would venture to guess

that she had very expensive tastes.

Take a whiff.

Come on.

- What do you smell?
- Chemicals.

Yeah, but beyond the chemicals.

Citrus, a note of bergamot.

Ooh, the earthy aroma of iris.

And beneath it all, vanilla.

Shalimar perfume, Jethro.

Very exclusive.

$300 an ounce.

Above a petty officer's pay grade.

I know all this because I...
I once had a dalliance

with a woman
who a fondness for Shalimar.

She had the most magnificent eyes.

There was little I wouldn't do
when staring into those eyes.

Geez, Duck...
What about the victim's girlfriend?

My examination showed

that the petty officer
had intercourse

shortly before his death.

Whoever she is,
she might know why he's dead.

Yeah, cherchez la femme, Jethro.

Lieutenant Commander Stone, are
any of your drones missing or inactive?

Negative, ma'am.
All birds accounted for.

So, any chance one of these

becoming, you know, sentient?

Every one of our drones
requires an operator

and several million dollars
worth of software and equipment.

They don't just fly off
on their own.

Anyone in your squadron capable
of stealing one or modifying it?

That would require a level
of education and ability

that so far surpasses anything
they've demonstrated.

They are pilots.

These kids are barely
out of high school.

Their biggest risk is carpal tunnel.

- Not a fan of the post?
- Are you kidding?

I could run a full
reconnaissance mission

anywhere in the world
and still be home for dinner.

It's not too shabby.

Just never thought I'd have to be
a glorified hall monitor, too.

What about Coyne?
Was he a problem?

Coyne was the exception.

He's the only one in the squadron
who's actually flown missions.

My number one trainer.

- He had a bright future.
- Coyne was involved with a woman.

Maybe the last person
to see him alive.

It's possible she's in the squadron?

No, ma'am... it isn't.

Come on, Commander.
You got a bunch of randy 20-year-olds

running around here, hopped up
on caffeine and candy bars.

May look like
a college dorm out there,

but this is still the U.S. Navy.

And there's absolutely
no fraternizing in my squadron.

Danny's dead?

Coyne was seeing Petty Officer
First Class Patrice Gates.

They bonded over a shared love for
kettle corn and home improvement shows.

He snuck into her quarters
on a nightly basis,

and she flew his drone.

She claims they'll marry
when her enlistment ended.

Claims?

She has no appetite for the finer things
in life. She buys her beauty supplies

in bulk and they don't sell Shalimar
at the local Megamart.

Coyne was knocking headboards
with somebody else.

Patrice Gates a suspect?

She has no clue
Coyne was cheating on her.

Or the technical know-how to operate
a droneor modify one into a weapon.

Who does?

People familiar with drone's system

would be the contractors
who built them.

- Let's talk to 'em.
- That's gonna be a bit of a problem.

See, the company is Reinhart-Carion.
I went to go run a background check

on their employees
and was turned away.

Turns out Reinhart-Carion is already
under investigation by the DoD.

Whoever is running
that investigation, I want them in here.

- This is not a good time.
- I'm not here to see you.

- Then who?
- Me.

If that's okay with you,
Special Agent McGee.

Gibbs, you, too.

Drone strike six months ago
in Pakistan wilderness.

Terrorist camp belonging to

- Benham Parsa.
- Our response for the bombing

that killed SECNAV last year.

Mission was a success,
though Parsa escaped.

What's this got to do
with my dead petty officer?

Coyne was part of the kill chain.

He flew the Angelus
surveillance drone

that positively confirmed
Parsa was present.

His UAV went down during the strike...
mechanical failure.

Defense believes that Parsa
or his people may have recovered

the UAV, smuggled it stateside.

And used it against Coyne
as retaliation for this attack?

There's been chatter for days
he's making a move in the U.S.

You and I both know Parsa's not gonna go
through all this trouble

just to kill one man.

There'll be more attacks.

Director, I need to speak
with Gibbs.

Did you find the DoD investigator?

Not exactly.

Before I could, she found us.

Boss, I had no idea.
If I did, I would've warned you.

- Warned me about what?
- About me.

It's not another one
of your ex-wives, is it?

Close enough.

You two know each other?

- It's been a few years.
- Why are you here?

I was brought on by the DoD to run
an internal investigation

- into Reinhart-Carion.
- The defense contractors

who built and maintain
the drones at NAS Pax River?

Reinhart's computer systems
were hacked.

- When?
- A month ago.

And you kept this to yourself.

That would be
the definition of "internal".

It's our belief
that a Navy Angelus UAV

was compromised, rewired
and used to kill a U.S. drone pilot.

By who?

You first.

Any suspects on your theft?

We have one suspect.

A Reinhart employee.

Erin Pace.

She's a highly trained computer
programmer and engineer.

She's been MIA for several days...

not at work, not at home,

and she's absolutely capable
of reconfiguring a drone

in the way you describe.

Your turn.

- We'll get back to you.
- That's not the deal.

- Didn't make a deal.
- This is my investigation.

It was.

Now it's mine.

I was appointed by the Inspector
General to see it through.

Don't make me go above your head.

- Hollis, my boss is right here.
- Keep me out of it.

I'm talking about his boss
and his boss's boss.

I've got them all on speed dial.

We need to work together,

however hard that might be for you.

No. Not gonna happen.

Hollis Mann.

Yep. They're being resistant.

You sure she's not an ex-wife,
Gibbs?

He'd like to speak with you.

This is Vance.

Yes, Mr. Secretary.

A joint investigation.

Understood.

Yes, sir.
Thank you.

That was the Secretary of Defense.

She's in, Gibbs.

Hollis Mann.

What does it mean?

We still have a dead petty
officer and a missing drone.

Shouldn't we be,
you know, investigating?

This is our process, Bishop. You have
your earbuds and chess metaphors.

We have this, don't knock it.

Besides, Gibbs and Hollis are probably
up there arguing over jurisdiction.

Their version of foreplay.

So, who is Hollis Mann?

Penetrating question.

She was supposed
to be Gibbs' fourth ex-wife.

Fourth?

- How many does he have?
- There was only the one real wife.

Then there's the exes.

Keep it simple, McGee.
Exes only.

Let's do the thing.

On three.

When I give you the all clear.

Coast is clear. Let's do this.

One, two, three. Put it up.

Ex-wife number one, Diane.

Satan's spawn, first sign
of the apocalypse.

You've met her.
Tim slept with her.

Emphasis on "slept".
Then there's Stephanie,

ex number three.

She matches Diane
in personality and charm.

- Ex-wife number two?
- Total mystery. Don't even have a name.

Sort of a Gibbsian Bermuda Triangle.

- And Hollis Mann?
- That's the one that got away.

Gibbs met her on a case.
Army CID. Total pro.

And no discernible
personality disorders.

Pretty soon it was late nights
down in the basement,

looking good and then...
Hollis... gone.

She retired from the Army.

Moved to Hawaii.
We read it in Stars and Stripes.

No harassing phone calls,
no Viking funerals, just...

gone.

They broke up, clearly.

No, there's no way of knowing.

- There's one way. You could just ask.
- Ask me what?

No, nothing. I could.

Why don't you call me back?

Erin Pace.

May be involved in the drone attack.

Locate her.

Benham Parsa? Right?

Yeah?
What do you know about him?

What do you need?
Early life and education?

Radicalization?

Current activities
and correspondence...

All of it.

I heard. She's back.

Does she look the same?
Did you guys get to talk?

Was it totally awkward?

It is now.

Hey there...

- You could've told me.
- Didn't give me a chance.

- It's good to see you.
- It's good to see you, too.

I'm just gonna take

my foot out of my mouth
so we can talk about what I've got.

Yes. I had my office forward you
the evidence we pulled

from Erin Pace's apartment.

Every hairbrush and coffee cup
and paper clip that she owned.

- We like to be thorough.
- You find anything?

I found Shalimar perfume.

It matches the traces that Ducky
found on Coyne's skin.

Wait, your victim was sleeping
with my suspect?

Or at least involved
in some very heavy petting.

But I also found this.

- Orange juice?
- Yep.

I already had my people
run it for prints.

- Only found Pace's.
- I, too, like to be very thorough,

so I swabbed the spout for DNA.
Got a hit.

Meet...

Yusef Ryder.

He served multiple sentences
at multiple prisons

for multiple violent crimes.

He was most recently
an inmate at Jessup

Correctional Institution,

where he officially converted
to Islam.

I mean, he sounds just like

the kind of guy that Benham
Parsa would love to recruit.

He doesn't exactly have the background
to operate and maintain a drone.

No, but he does have a background

in kidnapping
and aggravated assault.

What, you think
that he coerced Erin Pace?

I think if we find him, we find out.

Yusef Ryder skipped parole
two weeks ago,

dropped off the map until Monday,

when he was caught on video
camera robbing a gun store.

Grabbed a small arsenal,

including a high-powered rifle
that matches

the make and model
used to kill Coyne.

Fled in a stolen van.

We put out a BOLO.
Virginia State troopers spotted it

at a motel parking lot
near Falls Church about ten minutes ago.

- They're babysitting till we get there.
- Let's roll.

Manager said that Yusef
checked in two days ago,

using an assumed identity.

Room's in the back. McGee
and I are gonna check it out now.

Got eyes on the van.

All right, we need to talk.

- About what?
- About this.

You haven't said a word to me
since we got in the car, Jethro.

It's been six years.
You must have something to say.

No. No, I'm good.

You want to talk,
you should ride with DiNozzo.

How was Hawaii?

It was beautiful.

And... boring.

Only so many perfect days
a woman can take.

I... just had to get back to work.

I got married.

- That happens.
- No, it's not like that.

He's a good guy. He's...

a doctor at Walter Reed.

Trauma surgeon. I...

met him two years ago,
right after I got back.

I would have called you, but I...

You're right.
Silence is better.

Room's empty,
but the van just started moving.

Ten bucks says he didn't get far.

Not far.

Yusef Ryder!
Federal agents!

You're okay, and you are safe.

I'm not. I'm not safe.

None of us are.

He kidnapped me,

took me to this storage building.

There were other men.

- How many?
- Three.

Maybe more.

Pakistani.

One of them spoke English.

He was different.

He spoke perfectly.

Like, proper English,
almost British.

Polite.

Almost reasonable,
like he was on my side.

He had an Angelus UAV.

They wanted you to modify it.

I refused...

at first.

Then...

the polite one pulled out
a laptop with a live video feed.

It was my husband,

asleep in bed.

He works for an NGO in Mali.

Somehow they had a camera on him.

I did everything
they said after that.

And Petty Officer Coyne?

Were you close?

No, we worked together.

They forced me
to get him to the park.

- You were the bait.
- Yeah.

I didn't mean to get...

I mean, I never would...

I didn't have a choice.

No one's saying you did.

Coyne's murder was a test run.

Who's next?

Someone important...
I heard them whispering about it.

Something about...

revenge for an attack in Pakistan.

It was hard to make out, but...

I picked up a word.

It didn't make much sense.

Acrobat.

Acrobat?

Are you sure?

It's a Secret Service
code name for Joint Base Andrews.

Erin, I know you're tired.

But I need to ask you
about this man,

the polite one?

Is this him?

Benham Parsa is in the country?

That's what she said.

- How do you know it was him?
- The way Erin described him...

soft-spoken, proper English,
good manners.

All habits he picked up
in the international school.

- Why did he come?
- We used

a Hellfire missile
to destroy his compound in Pakistan.

- Maybe he feels safer here.
- He's not.

Secretary of Defense is scheduled
to meet with several world leaders

at Joint Base Andrews tomorrow.

Hollis Mann is coordinating
with Secret Service

to relocate that event.
Parsa doesn't know that.

Gives us a day to track him
and the stolen UAV.

Go to it.

You here to see
Director Vance again?

No. You, this time.
Brought you something.

- What is it?
- Tuxedo.

I know you don't have one.

It's really nice.

- Look, Delilah...
- I know you can't come.

Parsa's out there,
national security, I get it.

Can't return the tux, though,
I already had it tailored.

How'd you get my sizes?

I'm a cryptologist for the Defense,

I think I can figure out
my boyfriend's inseam.

- I'm sorry, okay?
- No, I understand, Tim. I do.

This is important.

But I know you never really wanted
to come to the gala with me.

And that I just can't understand.

No, this is wrong.

- Well, you said diet.
- Not the soda. Parsa, it...

- it's too small for him.
- Too small?

He smuggled a remote control
assassin into the country

to pick off international VIPs.

He's a blunt instrument, not a surgeon.
He doesn't whisper, he bellows.

Cairo, 2007. He detonated
a bomb inside a passenger train.

Killed 30.

The Indian Ocean, 2008.

He sabotaged a French
cargo ship... 15 dead.

Bahrain, two years ago.
He took 20 people

hostage inside a luxury hotel.
He killed them all.

- Got to be a hoot at parties.
- Parsa doesn't go to parties.

He doesn't drink, smoke, date...
He spends all of his time

- planning and executing his attacks.
- Okay.

Why don't we take a deep breath.

We can work with what we have.

Which is a multi-million dollar
Navy robot

the size of a car. Can't be all
that easy fly, let alone hide.

Designed for stealth,
flies under the radar.

- Could be stored in a garage.
- Got to be a way to trace it.

They're operated from halfway around
the world using military satellites.

Parsa doesn't have
those kind of resources.

No, and that's why he had
Erin Pace rewire it.

He doesn't need it to be long range,
he's close by,

which means piggybacking off
a local system. I can work with that.

He can work with that.

The world as we know it
is falling apart all around us...

and you're down here.

I'm not at all surprised.

I brought dinner.

I already ate.

In that case...

dessert.

Small batch.

Very smooth.

Thank you.

It's been a long time
since I've been down in this basement.

I miss the boat.

Kind of pulled
the whole room together.

- What are you doing?
- I'm trying to make peace.

- We're good.
- Good?

Really? Because

it kind of feels the exact opposite.

- What do you want from me, Hollis?
- I want to apologize.

There's no need.

Stop that.

God, I forgot how infuriating
you could be.

Was that the apology?

No, this is. I...

I liked you, okay?

I really liked you.

And what happened between us,
it was good.

It was great, even.

But there was a wall
that wasn't coming down.

Your past.

And I could see
what was gonna happen.

How bad it was gonna get.

Me, trying to...

pull things from you,
and you not ready to let go.

I made an executive decision.
I left.

So that...

we could remember the good.

You should have just asked.

I'm sorry, Jethro.

With Parsa's piggybacking off
of local radio towers,

it'll be low-frequency,
low-volume providers.

I checked every college radio station
in DC, Virginia and Maryland.

We still got to keep looking.

Not you, too.

Look, I didn't have a choice.
I can't go to the awards gala with her.

- I feel bad, okay?
- It just seemed like you...

didn't really want to go.

I didn't.

- I thought you really liked her!
- I did.

I do.

We're together all the time,
which is nice.

We went on a trip together.

She leaves clothes at my apartment.

She bought me a tuxedo.

I mean, that's a little much,
don't you think? Too much.

I think I just need
to slow things down.

I need space.

"My super-hot,
super-smart girlfriend

likes me too much?"

McGee, this is not about space.

It's about you being scared.

You're scared that things
aren't going to work out,

and somebody's gonna get hurt,
and then you have to deal with those

messy emotions.

Delilah is, like, the best thing
that's ever happened to you.

You can't protect yourself
from everything.

Picking up something.

A signal from the Emergency
Broadcast System tower.

The EBS is always emitting a signal.

But this is a second carrier wave,
it's not broadcasting anything.

- Do you have the signal origin?
- Triangulating.

Looks like some kind
of storage building.

Just like Erin Pace described.

Got eyes on Yusef,
no sign of the others.

We take the drone, we take Yusef.

- Alive, if possible.
- He's our link to Parsa.

You stick to DiNozzo.

I aced tactical weapons training,
I can take care of myself.

I know, Bishop.
Stick to DiNozzo.

Stick to me.

Lucky shot?

My first time.
My first time I fire a weapon.

I mean, most agents never
even fire a weapon in anger.

Me, I blow up a building.

It was...

kind of a smallish building.

Do you know how much trouble I'm in?

Forget the fact I took out
a multimillion-dollar Navy drone,

I killed our one link to Parsa.

You didn't.

- This did.
- What?

It's the detonator that set off the
explosives inside the storage building.

It's probably C-4,
it'll take me some time to confirm.

Yusef martyred himself?

And you did your job.

We're still no closer
to finding Parsa.

Come on.

You're a puzzle solver.

This isn't like any other puzzle
I've ever solved.

That's why you just have
to stay organized.

I've split all this stuff up
into quadrants.

The first one is bomb components,
the second one is drone parts,

and the third is just miscellaneous.

Thanks.

So, like this, this would be

our left wing thruster

from our Angelus UAV.

You look like the top
of a wedding cake.

- Thank you, I think.
- So you're going to the Conrad gala?

The immediate threat
of a terror attack is over.

I know Delilah wants me there,
so I'm going.

I would hug you so much
right now, if I weren't...

covered in hazardous materials.

Abby, thank you.

Okay, next piece.

This one...

is also the left wing thruster.

What are you telling me, Abby?

We went through
each and every part, Gibbs.

There's two left thrusters,
a couple of rusted-out axles,

and a mangled motherboard...
I mean, none of it connects.

It's spare parts.

It's, like, pieces from old drones
that have been decommissioned for years.

The serial numbers don't even match,
let alone the Angelus in Pakistan.

The C-4 from the storage unit,
it was supposed to go off.

The trigger from the bomb
used a radio signal.

Yusef probably meant to set
the bomb off after he left,

but changed his mind
when he saw he was cornered.

Parsa wanted us to think
that the drone was destroyed.

So the drone's still out there.

Our victim is not
what he seems, Jethro.

Been hearing that a lot lately.

When I was examining him just now,

I noticed a crescent moon tattoo
on his palm.

The crude design
and improvised metallic ink

suggest that it was
acquired in prison.

A symbol of his conversion to Islam.

But it also piqued
my interest in his other tattoos.

This dagger here
represents La Vida Mala,

and this one percent tat on his arm

with the Vandals Motorcycle Club,

and several other unpleasant
organizations.

- Yusef got around.
- Well, it all suggests

that this man was quite mercenary
in his affiliations,

joining all these groups
not for philosophic reasons,

but because they offered
protection in prison,

and employment on the outside.

Yusef here is a survivor.

Not the type of man

willing to martyr himself
for a cause.

Not a suicide bomber.

Precisely.

Someone else detonated the bomb
at the storage facility.

Parsa played us.

Benham Parsa is the type of man
who revels in deceit and misdirection.

Nothing is ever what it seems.

Why am I in an interrogation room?

Main objective is to unsettle you.

It's working.

Terrific.
How's your marriage?

It's fine.

You helped
America's most wanted terrorist

design a weapon because your husband
was being threatened.

I hope your marriage is doing
a little better than fine.

- It's good.
- You haven't seen

- your husband in 11 months.
- He works overseas.

You haven't spoken, e-mailed,
Facebook'd or even written a postcard.

Maybe you're estranged
because your husband

left you saddled with hundreds
of thousands of dollars in debt.

Gambling, right?

- Don't know what this is.
- You're underwater,

desperate for money,
so when Parsa approached you,

he didn't have to threaten you,
like you claimed.

- He just bribed you.
- Had to be a lot to betray our country.

- And Petty Officer Coyne.
- You told Parsa Coyne was involved

in the drone attack
and took out his compound.

You basically signed
his death warrant.

Since you've looked
at my correspondence

and my finances, you know I haven't
received a penny from anyone.

Tell us about Palm Ridge.

It's the assisted-living facility
where my sister is.

She was hurt
in a car accident in college.

Traumatic brain injury.
She's been there ever since.

Your parents set up a trust
to take care of her living expenses.

- You're the executor.
- Three days ago,

that trust received an infusion
of cash: $5 million.

Now, listen, Erin,

either your sister

in her catatonic state,
somehow colluded with Benham Parsa

to commit high treason, or...

You did.

They beat me, you know.

Tied me up.

- I'm a victim.
- No.

No, Daniel Coyne is a victim.

Whoever else has been targeted
is a victim.

You're a terrorist,

and you're gonna serve 50 years
in federal prison.

Minimum.

They're incredible...

these weapons I've helped build.

You sit behind a computer monitor,

point, click and...

thousands of miles away,
total destruction.

Parsa thinks
it's only fair we get a taste.

The drone's been loaded
with a hundred pounds of C-4 explosives.

- It's out there now.
- Erin Pace doesn't know the target.

Could be lying.

Parsa wanted us to catch her,
it was part of his plan.

- He kept her in the dark intentionally.
- We need to find him.

There's a second team at NSA helping
the FBI run a high-frequency trace

on any unexplained radio signals.

Not in time.

- What's his target?
- He wants revenge, right?

- For taking out his training camp.
- The Pentagon? Military bases?

Parsa's targets are symbolic.

He doesn't want
to just take out some soldiers.

What is he thinking?

The people
that he kills have meaning...

like Coyne, who helped take out
his compound in Pakistan.

- Call McGee.
- The Conrad gala.

Half the counterterrorism community.
People who have been hunting Parsa.

Call McGee.

Tony, you know, I figured you'd try
and upstage my one night off.

What?

- Wait, hold on.
- What is it?

I don't know. I can't hear.
I'll meet you inside?

- Tony, what's going on?
- Parsa's drone wasn't destroyed.

He's using it on the Conrad gala.

Homeland and Metro are on their way.
Get everyone out there, right now!

SIGINT team's got a hit
on the radio frequency...

Oh, my God.

Gibbs, are you there?

- Bishop, give me the address.
- Okay. Okay, stand by.

- Are we going to McGee?
- No. We get Parsa.

Federal agents!

Benham Parsa!

Hands above your head!

I'm escorting Erin Pace
to Federal Detention.

I was hoping I'd see you
before I left.

Don't be a stranger.

You keep that bottle
in a safe place.

Someday we'll finish it.
And, Jethro...

You'll get him, you always do.

I just came from the scene.

McGee's okay. He wasn't
in the hotel when the drone hit.

- Casualties?
- Four dead so far.

More than a few dozen wounded.

Delilah?

She was hit with a lot of shrapnel.
She's in surgery. Doing what they can.

- Should we go to the hospital?
- No.

- We should find Parsa.
- How?

You start at the beginning.

Come on.

This is what you do.

Come on!

All right, get to work.

You find him.

Get this son of a bitch.