NCIS (2003–…): Season 13, Episode 18 - Scope - full transcript
Gibbs tries to connect with a wounded Special Ops sniper when an American couple is attack in the same area in Iraq where the sniper's team was ambushed.
Next time you do
a research trip
through the Middle East,
remind me not to waste
my leave tagging along.
Look, no one forced
you to come.
Spencer, you literally
got on your knees
and begged me to come.
And you said yes.
We never should have
left Turkey.
What is this, anyway?
There's nothing
out there.
I thought you were
writing about city life.
Spencer.
♪ NCIS 13x18 ♪
Scope
Original Air Date on March 14, 2016
== sync, corrected by elderman ==
@elder_man
Oh, God,
I love springtime.
Crisp air.
Fresh start.
Out with the old, in...
I'm gonna stop you
right there.
I'll be honest, I didn't get any
spring cleaning done last night.
What about our pact?
I know I was gonna get
some done this morning,
but Delilah
kind of made breakfast.
The whole point of the pact
is to motivate each other.
I know, but this breakfast
was amazing.
She made a burrito, a breakfast
burrito, with seven layers.
All right, look, you want me
to do the spring cleaning,
I can start right now.
These two drawers down here,
I haven't touched those
in a least a decade.
I'll get started on those.
I started on my storage unit
this morning.
My mom sent me
these boxes of junk
from when I was a kid,
and I am plowing through them.
Wow. Look at this.
Huh. Is that you?
Hey, hey. Look.
That's the picture
Kate drew of you, huh?
She really knew
how to capture
the essence of the nerd.
By the way, spring
cleaning pact--
super awesome.
High five.
And I'm the nerd.
Went into my junk
drawer last night.
Cleaned that thing out,
found a little pot of gold.
Mm, gift certificate to
Angelini's Italian Restaurant.
Mm-hmm, it was a Valentine's Day
gift from my father.
Tony, this is far.
You're gonna drive two
hours for spaghetti?
I think the bigger question is:
why did your dad get you
a Valentine's Day gift?
Because he loves me, Tim.
The two-hour drive
up historic Route 1
is half the appeal.
I am gonna rent a motorcycle.
Like Marlon Brando
in The Wild One.
Then I'm gonna top it off
with some marinara.
All I need to do is find
a lovely lady to hop on back
and be my Mary Murphy.
How about Stephanie?
Sarah? Angelique?
No. It needs to be
somebody special.
Ah, watch it, DiNozzo.
Coming through.
Gibbs,
did you bring us coffee?
- No. Coffee's mine.
- All of it?
Yeah, I didn't sleep last night.
Well, that's not healthy. Why?
DiNozzo, if I wanted you
to know, I would've told you.
Come on, let's go.
MTAC.
We got Special Agent West
at Al Asad. Let's go.
Appreciate you coming onboard.
What are we looking at?
Three victims.
One local, two Americans.
We positively I.D.'d the couple
as Chief Petty Officer Elaine
Dodd and her husband Spencer.
I'm guessing Iraqi police
took custody of the local body.
That's correct.
And I took the liberty
of having the Dodds' remains
transported.
You should receive them shortly.
Agent West, what were
these two doing in Iraq?
Visit was personal in nature.
CPO Dodd was on leave.
According to
your report,
the incident happened
several days ago.
As an estimate, yes.
But news of it didn't reach us
until yesterday.
Insurgents?
This is their territory.
American targets,
apparently random.
This attack fits the bill.
Random or not, this is an
assassination of two of our own.
The Iraqi police
can do as they please.
I want an investigation.
We'll repatriate
the bodies,
you and your team
will handle anything in-field.
Director,
there's something else.
The scene was a mess.
Those bullets had to be carrying
quite a bit of speed.
Shot from a distance.
And with extreme accuracy.
Sniper.
Insurgents in the area
have been known
to attach Chinese scopes
to Soviet rifles.
True, but we canvassed
within a mile radius.
There's no witnesses.
Now, it's possible our shooter
was a stealthy S.O.B.,
but I happen to think otherwise.
S.O.B. fired from
over a mile away?
Which means
he had access to a weapon
more advanced than
I've ever seen them use.
Until this threat
is neutralized,
every American
on the ground out here
is in a whole new
kind of danger.
You know, Mr. Palmer,
sharpshooters have been around
for centuries.
In fact, in a way, America owes
its independence to a sniper.
Really, Doctor?
Yes, his name was
Captain Patrick Ferguson.
And I might add,
he was a fellow Scot.
Well, if he was fighting
for the British,
he must have done a pretty awful
job if he won the war for us.
On the contrary.
Ferguson was the finest shot
in the British army.
Yes, at the Battle
of Brandywine,
he had an American officer
in his sights.
But the officer had
his back turned,
and Ferguson thought it was
dishonorable to take the shot.
That American officer was
General George Washington.
So if Ferguson
would've taken that shot,
then we'd all
be wearing powdered wigs
and talking like we're
sophisticated and whatnot.
Because that's
how they roll in Britain.
The point is, Mr. Palmer,
that a single act
can have ramifications
beyond one's own comprehension.
Ah, now, Jethro.
What do you got, Duck?
The bullets had
tremendous velocity.
They went
through-and-through.
They were precise
kill shots to the chest,
despite the fact that they were
fast-moving targets.
This was the work of a
highly-skilled sniper
with a formidable
weapon.
You got a time of death?
That's a bit tricky.
With the lack
of detailed
Iraqi police records
and varied travel temperatures,
time zones...
Ballpark.
Well, three days ago.
What?
Oh, Bishop told me
that you didn't get any sleep
last night,
and honestly,
I don't see any sign of it.
I mean, it's like, it's like
nothing ever gets to you.
Like you're some kind
of superhero, you know?
Like, uh, like,
C-Captain Wolf-Eyes. Yeah?
Every time he does that,
I feel special.
Gibbs. Gibbs.
How are you feeling?
McGee told me that you
didn't get any sleep.
Yeah, press conference
is at 10:00.
Can we move on?
Yeah. But first I have
to show you something.
It's a Caf-POW! hands-free
drinking helmet.
I just thought, you know,
after I heard
how much coffee
you bought this morning,
this would be an easier way
to get caffeine in
emergency situations.
It's like...
it's like a...
a boost of magic
on your head.
I ordered you one.
Abbs, can we move on, or what?
Yes.
We are moving on
to these.
The bullet fragments that Ducky
pulled from the body.
They give you a full picture?
Enough to determine
the caliber.
.338.
Yeah, but there's more.
I analyzed the composition.
These are armor-
piercing bullets.
They were specially manufactured
for the U.S. military.
The weapon is one of ours?
I can't say for sure.
But if it was, like,
where did it come from?
Two months ago, a firefight
occurred just three miles west
of the road where CPO Dodd
and her husband were killed.
Team of four experienced
Special Ops Marines,
including snipers, were on
a reconnaissance mission
when they engaged
with insurgents.
These Marines were outfitted
with a prototype weapon, Gibbs.
Meet the XR-30.
Built-in infrared
and suppressor.
But the star
is the scope's
high-grade electronic
tracking system.
Takes the guesswork out of
hitting a moving target.
And by guesswork,
you mean skill.
It's like a fighter jet.
Locks onto its target,
computer does the rest.
It's got a range of
up to 2,000 meters.
You think one of these
killed our victims?
Explains how the shooter
was able to hit
a moving target
from the next town over.
If that weapon were seized, our
military would be all over it.
That's the thing, Gibbs,
the Marines didn't know.
The After Action Report
had all four weapons
destroyed by an RPG.
Right after the firefight,
Iraqi army set up
an outpost at the site
to curtail insurgent activity.
Our guys went in,
analyzed the debris.
Weapon fragments
were found.
Only one Marine survived.
Gunnery Sergeant
Aaron Davis.
As he was being
medevac'd out,
Davis was conscious and talking
about the battle.
Hasn't spoken about
the incident since.
Looking down the scope,
it's likely Davis saw faces.
He might be able to I.D.
whoever captured the weapon.
Where is he now?
Still at Walter Reed recovering.
He nearly lost his leg.
He's also dealing with
impaired vision
and posttraumatic
stress syndrome.
He's got a long
road ahead of him.
I don't know him personally.
Several of my colleagues
are treating him.
I talked to his PT
and his psychiatrist,
and I've read his file.
Now, he doesn't remember,
or he doesn't want to?
Mm, unclear.
Either way, he's
completely shut down.
Therapy's not working?
Gibbs, Davis saw his brothers
blown away by an RPG.
He was wounded and
defenseless for 30 minutes
before medevac
could get to him.
That had to feel
like a lifetime.
Now he's back here;
he's struggling to put one foot
in front of the other
the way he used to.
And he's got 12 hours a day
to stare at the wall
and think about it.
Therapy's not working.
Taft said you were an ass,
but my God.
No, this is not about me.
No, I know.
Crossword puzzles and meatloaf
and you're good to go.
But the idea of a real
session-- pure lunacy.
Hey, Doc, Taft didn't
tell you all of it, okay?
I was in the Corps.
I saw combat.
I lived it.
I don't need your speeches
what it's like.
But, hey, this isn't about you.
Davis has a
16-year-old daughter.
She's visited once
since he got back,
and now he's refusing
to see her.
I would like you to talk to him
and try to get through.
Yeah, well, I'm not
gonna do it.
Gunnery Sergeant Davis
has a perfectly capable
psychiatrist right here
in this hospital.
I told you, one of my colleagues
is treating him.
Doc, I need you to get through.
That's right.
You need.
Ah, geez.
Listen.
Will you just listen?
No, you listen.
Davis is more likely to connect
with you than anyone.
I suggest you
talk to him.
Sniper to sniper.
That's right, Popeye.
Taft told me enough.
Fact is, you and Davis,
I couldn't have found
a better match.
You snipers are a
very difficult breed.
Gunnery Sergeant Davis.
Special Agent Gibbs, NCIS.
And I'm sorry
to barge in.
Well, I was baking a cake
and about to solve
the energy crisis, so...
I was hoping to talk
to you about the, uh,
night you were wounded.
One of your weapons
was captured.
And we're looking for
the people who took it.
No, the weapons
were, uh, destroyed.
You sure?
Yeah. I, uh... I can't, I can't,
I can't help you.
Hey, Gunny, all I'm
asking is you try.
Agent Gibbs? That's-that's
what it is? Agent Gibbs?
You want to know what I got?
I got this room.
This sad, little, borrowed room.
It's mine.
So...
I'm telling you to get out.
Director Vance's office.
I'm thinking Cheryl.
What?
Back of the motorcycle,
wind in our hair.
Lady and the Tramp
spaghetti kiss.
I'm thinking Cheryl.
Right. Which one is Cheryl?
You know, the one with
the crazy sexy glasses.
Oh, right, right, right.
Crazy sexy glasses Cheryl, yes.
She like Italian?
Oh, McIrish.
Everybody likes Italian.
You're up.
What do we know?
We're looking
at the possibility
the Dodds were targeted.
CPO Dodd
was assigned to the Navy
Comptroller's Office
at the Pentagon.
Privy to a good deal of
financial information.
It's possible
she could've gotten caught up
in something
she couldn't get out of.
And the husband?
He was doing research for a novel.
Supposedly, the wife was
just along for the ride.
Gibbs.
Boss, hey. I got you
on speakerphone here
with Tony and Director Vance.
- Anything?
- Well, your team has
gotten as far as theories,
Gibbs.
I'm hoping you can show them up
with something more solid.
Oh, afraid not.
Did you talk to Davis?
Talk's a strong word.
You think
he saw who took the weapon?
I don't know.
He kicked me out of his room.
You have to get him
to talk, Gibbs.
McGee,
track down his daughter.
See if maybe she has an in.
On it.
- And in the meantime?
- In the meantime,
I sit here and wait.
That doesn't seem like
a very wise use of time, Gibbs.
Patient and stubborn.
It's what snipers are.
It's what we respond to.
When was the last time
you saw your father?
Um, when he first got
to the hospital.
He asked me
not to come back
until he gets better.
You know, I think he's sorry
he taught me to look.
He says everything's
in the details.
Like how he looks
through his scope.
So he thought
you'd be observant.
Why would he be sorry for that?
Because now I love details.
Well, his leg--
yeah, everyone sees that, but...
I saw the way he covered it
with a blanket
to make it look normal for me.
And when I see something,
I have to say it.
Like with you guys.
What?
Well, I know you were out
fighting crime.
You both have blood
on your shirts.
My God,
that's microscopic.
I don't know
how you see this.
It's actually not blood;
it's ketchup.
I had a breakfast burrito
this morning.
It was seven layers;
it was amazing.
Mine's rust, actually.
I was cleaning out
my storage unit this morning.
Got into a little battle
with an old toy.
Well, what else is
in your storage unit?
Excuse me?
I told you, I like details.
Uh, you know, just old stuff.
Agent Bishop here is
a cleaning machine.
Yep.
Lightning speed.
Yeah, but don't you want
to enjoy it?
The cleaning?
No.
The memories.
Riley, some of these details
that you're talking about,
can you tell us any
about your dad?
Mm.
He used to sing all the time.
He always seemed happiest
when he was singing.
♪ A blind man
shooting a basket ♪
♪ A villain driving a car ♪
♪ A cat that plays the piano ♪
♪ And a... a wannabe rock star ♪
♪ 'Cause I'm just another
patriotic guy ♪
♪ And this is just
another patriotic song... ♪
What is this?
Program's called MusiCorps.
It helps wounded warriors
play music
as part of their recovery.
They even have a band
that performs.
Sense of purpose.
Instills confidence
and improves function
in those with PTSS
and traumatic
brain injury.
And it works, Gibbs.
Not overnight, but it works.
That's Arthur Bloom.
He's head of the program.
I went to go talk to him
about enrolling Davis.
What'd he say?
Davis has been coming to this
room every day for three weeks,
but he doesn't participate.
He just sits in the back
and watches.
♪ Checked out
some YouTube, too ♪
♪ See what I missed ♪
♪ A blind man
shooting a basket ♪
♪ A villain driving a car ♪
♪ A cat that plays the piano ♪
♪ And a... a wannabe rock star ♪
♪ 'Cause I'm just
another patriotic guy ♪
♪ And this is just
another patriotic song. ♪
Riley, what's on
your necklace?
Oh.
Have you heard of a hog's tooth?
Well, when a Marine
graduates sniper school,
they call him a HOG.
“Hunter of gunmen.”
Yeah. And at graduation,
they get a necklace
called a hog's tooth.
And the idea is
there's a bullet out there
that's meant for you,
but if you have it
around your neck,
then you'll be safe.
Last time I saw my dad,
he gave it to me.
I didn't want
to take it,
but he said
he didn't need it anymore.
He was just gonna throw it away.
Hey, sorry to interrupt.
We got something.
Um, I know
I can think of more.
Um, I can write it down.
That'd be great.
Spencer Dodd's passport
was scanned at Dulles Airport
day after the murders.
Whoever killed the Dodds
was after a passport?
It's a great way to get into
the country fast and undetected.
So our guy has
to look enough like Dodd
to be able to
pass for him.
Do we have airport
surveillance?
Abby's all over it.
- I'm all over it.
- All right.
Let's Abby the hell
out of this thing.
Okay, Spencer Dodd's
passport--
the imposter used it to
sneak into the country.
But the airport surveillance
I have on “Spencer imposter”
is limited.
How limited?
This is
the best piece I got.
That's it?
Piece of an ear?
The Spencer imposter
is like the Houdini
of airport surveillance.
There's a little resemblance
to Dodd.
Radicalized American maybe?
Could be. You get anything
else from this picture?
I did find him
getting into a cab.
And I got the cab number.
Which company?
I'll get them on the phone.
Already called them;
waiting for a call back.
Which gives us time
for me to show you
my crazy cool project.
So, I talked to Gibbs about
the awesomeness of MusiCorps,
and then I called them.
Oh.
Cab company.
Forensic scientist
Abigail Sciuto.
Thanks.
Driver dropped off
Spencer imposter
at the Drake Motel
off State Route 40.
All right, McGee, let's go.
Bishop, call the motel,
find the room number.
Thank you, Abby!
Federal agents.
He was here.
I found something.
He was shipping something?
Well, packages were shipped
to the motel from Baghdad.
Customs form says
photography equipment.
But I'm guessing that would fit
the barrel of a gun pretty well.
Scope.
He took the XR-30 apart,
shipped it to himself.
Must have it back together
by now.
Bishop, motel manager
said our guy registered
under the name Robert Quinn.
And packages were
addressed to the same name, too.
That give us anything?
No. Manager's description
matched the piece
from our airport pic,
five-ten,
Caucasian, glasses.
We were actually able
to pull some fingerprints
from the motel room. I'm gonna
get this stuff down to Abby.
This Quinn kills an American
for a passport,
ships himself an XR-30 in pieces
to get it by customs,
then puts it back together.
That's a whole lot of trouble.
Mm.
What's his target?
Captain Wilson to dialysis.
Captain Wilson,
please report to dialysis.
How long were you planning
on sitting out there?
Probably sleep better
out there than I did
last night.
What?
Insomnia?
No.
No.
Couch is old
and a spring popped through.
Kept me up.
What you doing
out on the couch?
Wifey got you in the doghouse?
No. No, it's nothing like that.
The bedroom was ours, you know?
And...
Well, she passed away.
Oh, I'm sorry to hear that.
Well, I looked you up online.
I'm online?
Yes.
We all are, sir.
Why didn't you tell me
you were a HOG?
You see any action?
Desert Storm.
What were you packing,
M40?
A1.
Ten-power, fixed mil-dot scope.
What was the range on that thing?
Depends who's shooting it.
Yeah.
900 meters.
You like it?
Yeah, it was good to me.
Nothing like what you carried.
Ask me.
You had a good hide
on the ground.
Half a dozen insurgents
approaching.
I saw one
go into a building
across the way.
I couldn't see
what he was doing,
but he was whispering
to a bunch of them in Arabic.
The rest of them were,
like, 90... 90 meters out.
But then they had some friends
up on the hillside.
We took an RPG.
Your weapons?
Well, when I came to,
enemy was gone.
Pretty sure they thought
I was dead.
I thought the weapons
had been destroyed.
There wasn't enough...
left of anyone else.
So if they got one,
must have been mine.
There's nothing
you could've done.
I didn't see
any of their faces, so...
you know,
you're wasting your time.
No, not a waste, Gunny.
Um, excuse me.
Hi.
Um, I'm looking for
Agent McGee or Agent Bishop.
I-I finished writing
the stuff about my dad.
I'll make sure they get that.
I'll be over
by the elevator.
My boss spoke with your dad.
Really?
Mm-hmm.
Well, do you think
he'd want to see me?
I mean, if he talked
to your boss,
then maybe he'll want
to talk to me, too.
I mean, I-I should
just call him.
Riley, you know what I think?
You think...
good Italian food
is worth driving two hours for.
How on earth do you know that?
Gift certificate to Angelini's.
I went there with my dad
and grandma once.
It was awesome.
It was, like,
the perfect family night.
You are very observant.
And, yes,
I'm looking forward
to that a lot.
Well, it's all
about family, right?
Gibbs, glad you're here.
I've been dying to tell someone.
What, Abbs?
Well, I contacted
MusiCorps
to see if there was anything
I could do to help,
and I started talking
to Crouse.
Crouse is in the band,
and Crouse is amazing.
He invented all these gadgets
so that other wounded warriors
can play music instruments,
and I am helping him
with this one.
Well, what is it?
It's a percussion instrument
made out of a guitar,
so a soldier
that's lost his legs
can play a full drum kit.
With his hands.
It's, like, the
greatest day ever.
That's great, Abbs.
I'm also really glad
that you're here
because I have things
to tell you.
Um, the fingerprints from
the motel gave me nothing,
but this shipping box
gave me something.
Quinn must have been
writing on top of it,
because the pen went
through the paper
and left these
indentations.
What are the numbers for?
Well, haven't figured
that out yet.
I can tell by the
look on your face
that there's something else
I can help you with.
Whispering.
I can't tell
by the look on your face
that there's something else
I can help you with.
No, no, Abbs, Abbs.
Davis said he heard
an insurgent whispering
to his friends.
The friends were 90 meters out.
Well, that's way too
far for a whisper.
You think he was
talking to himself?
No, I don't,
because I've seen it before.
Insurgents in the area
taping their attacks
for propaganda.
Ooh.
Whispering into
a camera.
Making a video.
But instead there
was a firefight.
But if the battle
were recorded,
the insurgents
would've posted it,
and we would've
heard about it.
Unless...
Unless what?
Well, we know that
the Iraqi military
set up an outpost at the site
to curtail insurgent activity.
So if the insurgents
had left a camera,
but the site was
immediately occupied...
They couldn't go
back and get it.
Thanks, Abbs.
Boss.
Just spoke with Riley,
Davis's daughter.
She went to go visit him
in the hospital.
He left; no one knows
where he went.
She's worried something
might've happened.
Ping his phone, McGee.
Get me a location.
Hey, Gunny.
Where are you headed?
I don't know.
That captured XR-30--
it's not worth that.
Yeah, well, it's not
about the weapon.
Riley called me.
Said she wants
to see me.
She'll never stop asking.
And I will never
want her to see me like this.
We asked your daughter for help.
She talked to my agents
all day about you.
And when they had to leave...
...she stayed.
She practically wrote a book.
When she looks at you,
all she sees is her dad.
I love her more than anything.
You need help, Gunny.
Say you'll take it.
Oh, you'll keep me posted?
Yes, I appreciate it.
Thank you.
How's he doing?
That was his therapist.
They had a good session.
Good.
So therapy's working.
Oh, wow, Gibbs.
Comic chops for miles.
Who would've thought, really?
The haircut is deceiving.
Thank you.
That day in the diner,
I met you for a reason.
My husband says,
“The best way to help yourself
“is to put your arm
around someone
who needs it more than you do.”
Yeah, I don't wear my ring
to work.
Um, it's better if patients
don't ask questions.
About your husband?
About me being a human being.
Then why'd you
bring him up to me?
Because I'm trying
to tell you something,
and I really want you
to hear me.
Whatever you did
for Davis,
whatever you said, it landed.
It made a difference.
Good.
So, tell me,
what about the other way around?
What?
What's he doing for you, Popeye?
What's he doing for me?
That's it.
When you told me
to go talk to him,
you were shrinking me.
Ever hear of two birds?
You throw some stone, Doc.
Come on, I'm dying to know,
what did it get you?
Yeah, DiNozzo, I'm on the way.
Sitrep.
Agent West recovered
the insurgents' camera.
Some kid found it
planted in the building,
took it home to play with
before West got to it.
Lot of the footage was erased,
but we had enough to match
one of the insurgents to
our description of Quinn.
Abby got a hit
on facial recognition.
Quinn's real name
is Matthew Cross.
Here's a composite of
what he might look like now.
BOLO's out wide.
Duck?
Cross was a one-time sniper
with the British S.A.S.
His parents were missionaries.
He spent several of
his formative years in Iraq
in the aftermath
of the Gulf War.
He saw the wreckage.
Yes, and he blamed it on
what he called “the oppressors”"
Gibbs.
This helmet totally works.
I was trying
to figure out
the numbers that Cross
wrote on the box.
So I put on the helmet,
had a drink,
and it was in fact
like a boost of magic
on my head.
Abbs, what do the numbers mean?
Well, I realized that they were
all between 118 and 136,
which is the spectrum for
airport radio frequencies.
If you have a
transceiver,
the numbers tell you
which channel to turn on
in order to hear who's
landing and who's taking off.
Cross is targeting a plane.
That's why he needed the XR-30,
to lock onto a moving target.
Yeah, like, a really,
really fast moving target.
Which airport?
This grouping of frequencies
matches Lafayette Field
in Virginia.
We've got to shut it down.
Or not.
If we shut it down, then Cross
will know we're onto him.
If we leave it open,
then we'll know
where he'll be.
What he said.
This thing really works.
Boss, range of the
XR-30 is 2,000 meters.
That's a huge area to search.
Loop in the FBI and Homeland.
I want extra security,
but I don't want to see them.
Gibbs, the target could be
anyone flying in or out
of the airport; we have no idea
when Cross will be there.
Snipers-- patient and stubborn.
Talk to me, Cross.
This is my rifle.
There are many like it;
this one is mine.
My rifle is my best friend.
It is my life.
I must master it
as I must master my life.
My rifle, without me,
is useless.
Without my rifle, I am useless.
Gibbs, I
have been staring
at this laptop
screen for hours.
Searched the flight plans
for the next two days.
I still can't find any aircraft
that make sense as a target.
Keep looking, Bishop.
You're up, Tim Van Winkle.
It's your turn.
Get up front.
I got... I got
two more minutes.
Guys, something's happening.
Flight plans don't have
anyone leaving or arriving
for another hour.
Gibbs, are you seeing this?
Find out
what they're doing here.
On it.
Reloading the flight plans.
One last-minute addition.
Plane is seven miles away
on approach.
Why didn't he file?
Didn't have to.
Flying under VFR.
Plane is registered to...
An oil bigwig; he's named
Lamar Cresset, boss.
He owns a ranch nearby.
Cresset's all about
his friendships
in the Middle Eastern
oil business. Apparently...
Cresset's the pilot.
Passenger onboard is
Ansaar Bashaarat.
Works directly under
the Saudi oil minister.
Shoot Bashaarat down
with a U.S. sniper rifle,
all hell's gonna break loose.
That's it.
Okay, have the tower
deny clearance to land.
Give it a minute.
Lining up his shot
could mean a move.
I got him.
We are approach clearance,
runway 4R-22 left.
Approach clearance,
runway 4R-22 left.
I must fire my rifle... true.
We got him.
Thanks to you.
My weapon?
Back where it belongs.
Thank you.
For everything.
Your team.
Riley... Riley won't stop
talking about them.
Says, uh... says
they're like a family.
We're lucky like that.
Yeah.
You know,
the thing is,
I was fighting myself...
you know, trying to be some...
empty version
of what I was before.
But, uh...
I think I need
to try and find...
...a way to be who I am now.
You know what I mean?
Yeah.
♪ I've heard there was
a secret chord ♪
♪ That David played
and it pleased the Lord ♪
♪ You don't really care
for music, do ya? ♪
♪ Well, it goes like this,
the fourth, the fifth ♪
♪ The minor fall,
the major lift ♪
♪ The baffled king
composing hallelujah ♪
♪ Hallelujah ♪
♪ Hallelujah, hallelujah ♪
♪ Hallelujah... ♪
You know, I was thinking
about what Riley said.
You mean, uh, about
enjoying the memories?
No, I guess it was more what
you said about your breakfast.
And I was thinking,
anyone who'd make you
a seven-layer burrito
on a weekday before work--
that is love.
I was thinking the same thing.
Night.
Night.
Angelini's.
Ready?
I feel so silly.
Can't believe I'm the only one
without a motorcycle license.
No matter, Mr. Palmer.
Rest assured that, by my side,
you will be hauling ass.
Gentlemen.
Let's ride.
♪ Hallelujah ♪
♪ Hallelujah, hallelujah ♪
♪ Hallelujah ♪
♪ Maybe there's a God above ♪
♪ But all I've ever
learned from love ♪
♪ Was how to shoot somebody
who outdrew ya ♪
♪ It's not a cry
that you hear at night ♪
♪ It's not someone
who's seen the light ♪
♪ It's a cold
and a broken hallelujah ♪
♪ Hallelujah, hallelujah ♪
♪ Hallelujah ♪
♪ Hallelujah, hallelujah ♪
♪ Hallelujah ♪
♪ Hallelujah... ♪
♪ Hallelujah. ♪
== sync, corrected by elderman ==
@elder_man
a research trip
through the Middle East,
remind me not to waste
my leave tagging along.
Look, no one forced
you to come.
Spencer, you literally
got on your knees
and begged me to come.
And you said yes.
We never should have
left Turkey.
What is this, anyway?
There's nothing
out there.
I thought you were
writing about city life.
Spencer.
♪ NCIS 13x18 ♪
Scope
Original Air Date on March 14, 2016
== sync, corrected by elderman ==
@elder_man
Oh, God,
I love springtime.
Crisp air.
Fresh start.
Out with the old, in...
I'm gonna stop you
right there.
I'll be honest, I didn't get any
spring cleaning done last night.
What about our pact?
I know I was gonna get
some done this morning,
but Delilah
kind of made breakfast.
The whole point of the pact
is to motivate each other.
I know, but this breakfast
was amazing.
She made a burrito, a breakfast
burrito, with seven layers.
All right, look, you want me
to do the spring cleaning,
I can start right now.
These two drawers down here,
I haven't touched those
in a least a decade.
I'll get started on those.
I started on my storage unit
this morning.
My mom sent me
these boxes of junk
from when I was a kid,
and I am plowing through them.
Wow. Look at this.
Huh. Is that you?
Hey, hey. Look.
That's the picture
Kate drew of you, huh?
She really knew
how to capture
the essence of the nerd.
By the way, spring
cleaning pact--
super awesome.
High five.
And I'm the nerd.
Went into my junk
drawer last night.
Cleaned that thing out,
found a little pot of gold.
Mm, gift certificate to
Angelini's Italian Restaurant.
Mm-hmm, it was a Valentine's Day
gift from my father.
Tony, this is far.
You're gonna drive two
hours for spaghetti?
I think the bigger question is:
why did your dad get you
a Valentine's Day gift?
Because he loves me, Tim.
The two-hour drive
up historic Route 1
is half the appeal.
I am gonna rent a motorcycle.
Like Marlon Brando
in The Wild One.
Then I'm gonna top it off
with some marinara.
All I need to do is find
a lovely lady to hop on back
and be my Mary Murphy.
How about Stephanie?
Sarah? Angelique?
No. It needs to be
somebody special.
Ah, watch it, DiNozzo.
Coming through.
Gibbs,
did you bring us coffee?
- No. Coffee's mine.
- All of it?
Yeah, I didn't sleep last night.
Well, that's not healthy. Why?
DiNozzo, if I wanted you
to know, I would've told you.
Come on, let's go.
MTAC.
We got Special Agent West
at Al Asad. Let's go.
Appreciate you coming onboard.
What are we looking at?
Three victims.
One local, two Americans.
We positively I.D.'d the couple
as Chief Petty Officer Elaine
Dodd and her husband Spencer.
I'm guessing Iraqi police
took custody of the local body.
That's correct.
And I took the liberty
of having the Dodds' remains
transported.
You should receive them shortly.
Agent West, what were
these two doing in Iraq?
Visit was personal in nature.
CPO Dodd was on leave.
According to
your report,
the incident happened
several days ago.
As an estimate, yes.
But news of it didn't reach us
until yesterday.
Insurgents?
This is their territory.
American targets,
apparently random.
This attack fits the bill.
Random or not, this is an
assassination of two of our own.
The Iraqi police
can do as they please.
I want an investigation.
We'll repatriate
the bodies,
you and your team
will handle anything in-field.
Director,
there's something else.
The scene was a mess.
Those bullets had to be carrying
quite a bit of speed.
Shot from a distance.
And with extreme accuracy.
Sniper.
Insurgents in the area
have been known
to attach Chinese scopes
to Soviet rifles.
True, but we canvassed
within a mile radius.
There's no witnesses.
Now, it's possible our shooter
was a stealthy S.O.B.,
but I happen to think otherwise.
S.O.B. fired from
over a mile away?
Which means
he had access to a weapon
more advanced than
I've ever seen them use.
Until this threat
is neutralized,
every American
on the ground out here
is in a whole new
kind of danger.
You know, Mr. Palmer,
sharpshooters have been around
for centuries.
In fact, in a way, America owes
its independence to a sniper.
Really, Doctor?
Yes, his name was
Captain Patrick Ferguson.
And I might add,
he was a fellow Scot.
Well, if he was fighting
for the British,
he must have done a pretty awful
job if he won the war for us.
On the contrary.
Ferguson was the finest shot
in the British army.
Yes, at the Battle
of Brandywine,
he had an American officer
in his sights.
But the officer had
his back turned,
and Ferguson thought it was
dishonorable to take the shot.
That American officer was
General George Washington.
So if Ferguson
would've taken that shot,
then we'd all
be wearing powdered wigs
and talking like we're
sophisticated and whatnot.
Because that's
how they roll in Britain.
The point is, Mr. Palmer,
that a single act
can have ramifications
beyond one's own comprehension.
Ah, now, Jethro.
What do you got, Duck?
The bullets had
tremendous velocity.
They went
through-and-through.
They were precise
kill shots to the chest,
despite the fact that they were
fast-moving targets.
This was the work of a
highly-skilled sniper
with a formidable
weapon.
You got a time of death?
That's a bit tricky.
With the lack
of detailed
Iraqi police records
and varied travel temperatures,
time zones...
Ballpark.
Well, three days ago.
What?
Oh, Bishop told me
that you didn't get any sleep
last night,
and honestly,
I don't see any sign of it.
I mean, it's like, it's like
nothing ever gets to you.
Like you're some kind
of superhero, you know?
Like, uh, like,
C-Captain Wolf-Eyes. Yeah?
Every time he does that,
I feel special.
Gibbs. Gibbs.
How are you feeling?
McGee told me that you
didn't get any sleep.
Yeah, press conference
is at 10:00.
Can we move on?
Yeah. But first I have
to show you something.
It's a Caf-POW! hands-free
drinking helmet.
I just thought, you know,
after I heard
how much coffee
you bought this morning,
this would be an easier way
to get caffeine in
emergency situations.
It's like...
it's like a...
a boost of magic
on your head.
I ordered you one.
Abbs, can we move on, or what?
Yes.
We are moving on
to these.
The bullet fragments that Ducky
pulled from the body.
They give you a full picture?
Enough to determine
the caliber.
.338.
Yeah, but there's more.
I analyzed the composition.
These are armor-
piercing bullets.
They were specially manufactured
for the U.S. military.
The weapon is one of ours?
I can't say for sure.
But if it was, like,
where did it come from?
Two months ago, a firefight
occurred just three miles west
of the road where CPO Dodd
and her husband were killed.
Team of four experienced
Special Ops Marines,
including snipers, were on
a reconnaissance mission
when they engaged
with insurgents.
These Marines were outfitted
with a prototype weapon, Gibbs.
Meet the XR-30.
Built-in infrared
and suppressor.
But the star
is the scope's
high-grade electronic
tracking system.
Takes the guesswork out of
hitting a moving target.
And by guesswork,
you mean skill.
It's like a fighter jet.
Locks onto its target,
computer does the rest.
It's got a range of
up to 2,000 meters.
You think one of these
killed our victims?
Explains how the shooter
was able to hit
a moving target
from the next town over.
If that weapon were seized, our
military would be all over it.
That's the thing, Gibbs,
the Marines didn't know.
The After Action Report
had all four weapons
destroyed by an RPG.
Right after the firefight,
Iraqi army set up
an outpost at the site
to curtail insurgent activity.
Our guys went in,
analyzed the debris.
Weapon fragments
were found.
Only one Marine survived.
Gunnery Sergeant
Aaron Davis.
As he was being
medevac'd out,
Davis was conscious and talking
about the battle.
Hasn't spoken about
the incident since.
Looking down the scope,
it's likely Davis saw faces.
He might be able to I.D.
whoever captured the weapon.
Where is he now?
Still at Walter Reed recovering.
He nearly lost his leg.
He's also dealing with
impaired vision
and posttraumatic
stress syndrome.
He's got a long
road ahead of him.
I don't know him personally.
Several of my colleagues
are treating him.
I talked to his PT
and his psychiatrist,
and I've read his file.
Now, he doesn't remember,
or he doesn't want to?
Mm, unclear.
Either way, he's
completely shut down.
Therapy's not working?
Gibbs, Davis saw his brothers
blown away by an RPG.
He was wounded and
defenseless for 30 minutes
before medevac
could get to him.
That had to feel
like a lifetime.
Now he's back here;
he's struggling to put one foot
in front of the other
the way he used to.
And he's got 12 hours a day
to stare at the wall
and think about it.
Therapy's not working.
Taft said you were an ass,
but my God.
No, this is not about me.
No, I know.
Crossword puzzles and meatloaf
and you're good to go.
But the idea of a real
session-- pure lunacy.
Hey, Doc, Taft didn't
tell you all of it, okay?
I was in the Corps.
I saw combat.
I lived it.
I don't need your speeches
what it's like.
But, hey, this isn't about you.
Davis has a
16-year-old daughter.
She's visited once
since he got back,
and now he's refusing
to see her.
I would like you to talk to him
and try to get through.
Yeah, well, I'm not
gonna do it.
Gunnery Sergeant Davis
has a perfectly capable
psychiatrist right here
in this hospital.
I told you, one of my colleagues
is treating him.
Doc, I need you to get through.
That's right.
You need.
Ah, geez.
Listen.
Will you just listen?
No, you listen.
Davis is more likely to connect
with you than anyone.
I suggest you
talk to him.
Sniper to sniper.
That's right, Popeye.
Taft told me enough.
Fact is, you and Davis,
I couldn't have found
a better match.
You snipers are a
very difficult breed.
Gunnery Sergeant Davis.
Special Agent Gibbs, NCIS.
And I'm sorry
to barge in.
Well, I was baking a cake
and about to solve
the energy crisis, so...
I was hoping to talk
to you about the, uh,
night you were wounded.
One of your weapons
was captured.
And we're looking for
the people who took it.
No, the weapons
were, uh, destroyed.
You sure?
Yeah. I, uh... I can't, I can't,
I can't help you.
Hey, Gunny, all I'm
asking is you try.
Agent Gibbs? That's-that's
what it is? Agent Gibbs?
You want to know what I got?
I got this room.
This sad, little, borrowed room.
It's mine.
So...
I'm telling you to get out.
Director Vance's office.
I'm thinking Cheryl.
What?
Back of the motorcycle,
wind in our hair.
Lady and the Tramp
spaghetti kiss.
I'm thinking Cheryl.
Right. Which one is Cheryl?
You know, the one with
the crazy sexy glasses.
Oh, right, right, right.
Crazy sexy glasses Cheryl, yes.
She like Italian?
Oh, McIrish.
Everybody likes Italian.
You're up.
What do we know?
We're looking
at the possibility
the Dodds were targeted.
CPO Dodd
was assigned to the Navy
Comptroller's Office
at the Pentagon.
Privy to a good deal of
financial information.
It's possible
she could've gotten caught up
in something
she couldn't get out of.
And the husband?
He was doing research for a novel.
Supposedly, the wife was
just along for the ride.
Gibbs.
Boss, hey. I got you
on speakerphone here
with Tony and Director Vance.
- Anything?
- Well, your team has
gotten as far as theories,
Gibbs.
I'm hoping you can show them up
with something more solid.
Oh, afraid not.
Did you talk to Davis?
Talk's a strong word.
You think
he saw who took the weapon?
I don't know.
He kicked me out of his room.
You have to get him
to talk, Gibbs.
McGee,
track down his daughter.
See if maybe she has an in.
On it.
- And in the meantime?
- In the meantime,
I sit here and wait.
That doesn't seem like
a very wise use of time, Gibbs.
Patient and stubborn.
It's what snipers are.
It's what we respond to.
When was the last time
you saw your father?
Um, when he first got
to the hospital.
He asked me
not to come back
until he gets better.
You know, I think he's sorry
he taught me to look.
He says everything's
in the details.
Like how he looks
through his scope.
So he thought
you'd be observant.
Why would he be sorry for that?
Because now I love details.
Well, his leg--
yeah, everyone sees that, but...
I saw the way he covered it
with a blanket
to make it look normal for me.
And when I see something,
I have to say it.
Like with you guys.
What?
Well, I know you were out
fighting crime.
You both have blood
on your shirts.
My God,
that's microscopic.
I don't know
how you see this.
It's actually not blood;
it's ketchup.
I had a breakfast burrito
this morning.
It was seven layers;
it was amazing.
Mine's rust, actually.
I was cleaning out
my storage unit this morning.
Got into a little battle
with an old toy.
Well, what else is
in your storage unit?
Excuse me?
I told you, I like details.
Uh, you know, just old stuff.
Agent Bishop here is
a cleaning machine.
Yep.
Lightning speed.
Yeah, but don't you want
to enjoy it?
The cleaning?
No.
The memories.
Riley, some of these details
that you're talking about,
can you tell us any
about your dad?
Mm.
He used to sing all the time.
He always seemed happiest
when he was singing.
♪ A blind man
shooting a basket ♪
♪ A villain driving a car ♪
♪ A cat that plays the piano ♪
♪ And a... a wannabe rock star ♪
♪ 'Cause I'm just another
patriotic guy ♪
♪ And this is just
another patriotic song... ♪
What is this?
Program's called MusiCorps.
It helps wounded warriors
play music
as part of their recovery.
They even have a band
that performs.
Sense of purpose.
Instills confidence
and improves function
in those with PTSS
and traumatic
brain injury.
And it works, Gibbs.
Not overnight, but it works.
That's Arthur Bloom.
He's head of the program.
I went to go talk to him
about enrolling Davis.
What'd he say?
Davis has been coming to this
room every day for three weeks,
but he doesn't participate.
He just sits in the back
and watches.
♪ Checked out
some YouTube, too ♪
♪ See what I missed ♪
♪ A blind man
shooting a basket ♪
♪ A villain driving a car ♪
♪ A cat that plays the piano ♪
♪ And a... a wannabe rock star ♪
♪ 'Cause I'm just
another patriotic guy ♪
♪ And this is just
another patriotic song. ♪
Riley, what's on
your necklace?
Oh.
Have you heard of a hog's tooth?
Well, when a Marine
graduates sniper school,
they call him a HOG.
“Hunter of gunmen.”
Yeah. And at graduation,
they get a necklace
called a hog's tooth.
And the idea is
there's a bullet out there
that's meant for you,
but if you have it
around your neck,
then you'll be safe.
Last time I saw my dad,
he gave it to me.
I didn't want
to take it,
but he said
he didn't need it anymore.
He was just gonna throw it away.
Hey, sorry to interrupt.
We got something.
Um, I know
I can think of more.
Um, I can write it down.
That'd be great.
Spencer Dodd's passport
was scanned at Dulles Airport
day after the murders.
Whoever killed the Dodds
was after a passport?
It's a great way to get into
the country fast and undetected.
So our guy has
to look enough like Dodd
to be able to
pass for him.
Do we have airport
surveillance?
Abby's all over it.
- I'm all over it.
- All right.
Let's Abby the hell
out of this thing.
Okay, Spencer Dodd's
passport--
the imposter used it to
sneak into the country.
But the airport surveillance
I have on “Spencer imposter”
is limited.
How limited?
This is
the best piece I got.
That's it?
Piece of an ear?
The Spencer imposter
is like the Houdini
of airport surveillance.
There's a little resemblance
to Dodd.
Radicalized American maybe?
Could be. You get anything
else from this picture?
I did find him
getting into a cab.
And I got the cab number.
Which company?
I'll get them on the phone.
Already called them;
waiting for a call back.
Which gives us time
for me to show you
my crazy cool project.
So, I talked to Gibbs about
the awesomeness of MusiCorps,
and then I called them.
Oh.
Cab company.
Forensic scientist
Abigail Sciuto.
Thanks.
Driver dropped off
Spencer imposter
at the Drake Motel
off State Route 40.
All right, McGee, let's go.
Bishop, call the motel,
find the room number.
Thank you, Abby!
Federal agents.
He was here.
I found something.
He was shipping something?
Well, packages were shipped
to the motel from Baghdad.
Customs form says
photography equipment.
But I'm guessing that would fit
the barrel of a gun pretty well.
Scope.
He took the XR-30 apart,
shipped it to himself.
Must have it back together
by now.
Bishop, motel manager
said our guy registered
under the name Robert Quinn.
And packages were
addressed to the same name, too.
That give us anything?
No. Manager's description
matched the piece
from our airport pic,
five-ten,
Caucasian, glasses.
We were actually able
to pull some fingerprints
from the motel room. I'm gonna
get this stuff down to Abby.
This Quinn kills an American
for a passport,
ships himself an XR-30 in pieces
to get it by customs,
then puts it back together.
That's a whole lot of trouble.
Mm.
What's his target?
Captain Wilson to dialysis.
Captain Wilson,
please report to dialysis.
How long were you planning
on sitting out there?
Probably sleep better
out there than I did
last night.
What?
Insomnia?
No.
No.
Couch is old
and a spring popped through.
Kept me up.
What you doing
out on the couch?
Wifey got you in the doghouse?
No. No, it's nothing like that.
The bedroom was ours, you know?
And...
Well, she passed away.
Oh, I'm sorry to hear that.
Well, I looked you up online.
I'm online?
Yes.
We all are, sir.
Why didn't you tell me
you were a HOG?
You see any action?
Desert Storm.
What were you packing,
M40?
A1.
Ten-power, fixed mil-dot scope.
What was the range on that thing?
Depends who's shooting it.
Yeah.
900 meters.
You like it?
Yeah, it was good to me.
Nothing like what you carried.
Ask me.
You had a good hide
on the ground.
Half a dozen insurgents
approaching.
I saw one
go into a building
across the way.
I couldn't see
what he was doing,
but he was whispering
to a bunch of them in Arabic.
The rest of them were,
like, 90... 90 meters out.
But then they had some friends
up on the hillside.
We took an RPG.
Your weapons?
Well, when I came to,
enemy was gone.
Pretty sure they thought
I was dead.
I thought the weapons
had been destroyed.
There wasn't enough...
left of anyone else.
So if they got one,
must have been mine.
There's nothing
you could've done.
I didn't see
any of their faces, so...
you know,
you're wasting your time.
No, not a waste, Gunny.
Um, excuse me.
Hi.
Um, I'm looking for
Agent McGee or Agent Bishop.
I-I finished writing
the stuff about my dad.
I'll make sure they get that.
I'll be over
by the elevator.
My boss spoke with your dad.
Really?
Mm-hmm.
Well, do you think
he'd want to see me?
I mean, if he talked
to your boss,
then maybe he'll want
to talk to me, too.
I mean, I-I should
just call him.
Riley, you know what I think?
You think...
good Italian food
is worth driving two hours for.
How on earth do you know that?
Gift certificate to Angelini's.
I went there with my dad
and grandma once.
It was awesome.
It was, like,
the perfect family night.
You are very observant.
And, yes,
I'm looking forward
to that a lot.
Well, it's all
about family, right?
Gibbs, glad you're here.
I've been dying to tell someone.
What, Abbs?
Well, I contacted
MusiCorps
to see if there was anything
I could do to help,
and I started talking
to Crouse.
Crouse is in the band,
and Crouse is amazing.
He invented all these gadgets
so that other wounded warriors
can play music instruments,
and I am helping him
with this one.
Well, what is it?
It's a percussion instrument
made out of a guitar,
so a soldier
that's lost his legs
can play a full drum kit.
With his hands.
It's, like, the
greatest day ever.
That's great, Abbs.
I'm also really glad
that you're here
because I have things
to tell you.
Um, the fingerprints from
the motel gave me nothing,
but this shipping box
gave me something.
Quinn must have been
writing on top of it,
because the pen went
through the paper
and left these
indentations.
What are the numbers for?
Well, haven't figured
that out yet.
I can tell by the
look on your face
that there's something else
I can help you with.
Whispering.
I can't tell
by the look on your face
that there's something else
I can help you with.
No, no, Abbs, Abbs.
Davis said he heard
an insurgent whispering
to his friends.
The friends were 90 meters out.
Well, that's way too
far for a whisper.
You think he was
talking to himself?
No, I don't,
because I've seen it before.
Insurgents in the area
taping their attacks
for propaganda.
Ooh.
Whispering into
a camera.
Making a video.
But instead there
was a firefight.
But if the battle
were recorded,
the insurgents
would've posted it,
and we would've
heard about it.
Unless...
Unless what?
Well, we know that
the Iraqi military
set up an outpost at the site
to curtail insurgent activity.
So if the insurgents
had left a camera,
but the site was
immediately occupied...
They couldn't go
back and get it.
Thanks, Abbs.
Boss.
Just spoke with Riley,
Davis's daughter.
She went to go visit him
in the hospital.
He left; no one knows
where he went.
She's worried something
might've happened.
Ping his phone, McGee.
Get me a location.
Hey, Gunny.
Where are you headed?
I don't know.
That captured XR-30--
it's not worth that.
Yeah, well, it's not
about the weapon.
Riley called me.
Said she wants
to see me.
She'll never stop asking.
And I will never
want her to see me like this.
We asked your daughter for help.
She talked to my agents
all day about you.
And when they had to leave...
...she stayed.
She practically wrote a book.
When she looks at you,
all she sees is her dad.
I love her more than anything.
You need help, Gunny.
Say you'll take it.
Oh, you'll keep me posted?
Yes, I appreciate it.
Thank you.
How's he doing?
That was his therapist.
They had a good session.
Good.
So therapy's working.
Oh, wow, Gibbs.
Comic chops for miles.
Who would've thought, really?
The haircut is deceiving.
Thank you.
That day in the diner,
I met you for a reason.
My husband says,
“The best way to help yourself
“is to put your arm
around someone
who needs it more than you do.”
Yeah, I don't wear my ring
to work.
Um, it's better if patients
don't ask questions.
About your husband?
About me being a human being.
Then why'd you
bring him up to me?
Because I'm trying
to tell you something,
and I really want you
to hear me.
Whatever you did
for Davis,
whatever you said, it landed.
It made a difference.
Good.
So, tell me,
what about the other way around?
What?
What's he doing for you, Popeye?
What's he doing for me?
That's it.
When you told me
to go talk to him,
you were shrinking me.
Ever hear of two birds?
You throw some stone, Doc.
Come on, I'm dying to know,
what did it get you?
Yeah, DiNozzo, I'm on the way.
Sitrep.
Agent West recovered
the insurgents' camera.
Some kid found it
planted in the building,
took it home to play with
before West got to it.
Lot of the footage was erased,
but we had enough to match
one of the insurgents to
our description of Quinn.
Abby got a hit
on facial recognition.
Quinn's real name
is Matthew Cross.
Here's a composite of
what he might look like now.
BOLO's out wide.
Duck?
Cross was a one-time sniper
with the British S.A.S.
His parents were missionaries.
He spent several of
his formative years in Iraq
in the aftermath
of the Gulf War.
He saw the wreckage.
Yes, and he blamed it on
what he called “the oppressors”"
Gibbs.
This helmet totally works.
I was trying
to figure out
the numbers that Cross
wrote on the box.
So I put on the helmet,
had a drink,
and it was in fact
like a boost of magic
on my head.
Abbs, what do the numbers mean?
Well, I realized that they were
all between 118 and 136,
which is the spectrum for
airport radio frequencies.
If you have a
transceiver,
the numbers tell you
which channel to turn on
in order to hear who's
landing and who's taking off.
Cross is targeting a plane.
That's why he needed the XR-30,
to lock onto a moving target.
Yeah, like, a really,
really fast moving target.
Which airport?
This grouping of frequencies
matches Lafayette Field
in Virginia.
We've got to shut it down.
Or not.
If we shut it down, then Cross
will know we're onto him.
If we leave it open,
then we'll know
where he'll be.
What he said.
This thing really works.
Boss, range of the
XR-30 is 2,000 meters.
That's a huge area to search.
Loop in the FBI and Homeland.
I want extra security,
but I don't want to see them.
Gibbs, the target could be
anyone flying in or out
of the airport; we have no idea
when Cross will be there.
Snipers-- patient and stubborn.
Talk to me, Cross.
This is my rifle.
There are many like it;
this one is mine.
My rifle is my best friend.
It is my life.
I must master it
as I must master my life.
My rifle, without me,
is useless.
Without my rifle, I am useless.
Gibbs, I
have been staring
at this laptop
screen for hours.
Searched the flight plans
for the next two days.
I still can't find any aircraft
that make sense as a target.
Keep looking, Bishop.
You're up, Tim Van Winkle.
It's your turn.
Get up front.
I got... I got
two more minutes.
Guys, something's happening.
Flight plans don't have
anyone leaving or arriving
for another hour.
Gibbs, are you seeing this?
Find out
what they're doing here.
On it.
Reloading the flight plans.
One last-minute addition.
Plane is seven miles away
on approach.
Why didn't he file?
Didn't have to.
Flying under VFR.
Plane is registered to...
An oil bigwig; he's named
Lamar Cresset, boss.
He owns a ranch nearby.
Cresset's all about
his friendships
in the Middle Eastern
oil business. Apparently...
Cresset's the pilot.
Passenger onboard is
Ansaar Bashaarat.
Works directly under
the Saudi oil minister.
Shoot Bashaarat down
with a U.S. sniper rifle,
all hell's gonna break loose.
That's it.
Okay, have the tower
deny clearance to land.
Give it a minute.
Lining up his shot
could mean a move.
I got him.
We are approach clearance,
runway 4R-22 left.
Approach clearance,
runway 4R-22 left.
I must fire my rifle... true.
We got him.
Thanks to you.
My weapon?
Back where it belongs.
Thank you.
For everything.
Your team.
Riley... Riley won't stop
talking about them.
Says, uh... says
they're like a family.
We're lucky like that.
Yeah.
You know,
the thing is,
I was fighting myself...
you know, trying to be some...
empty version
of what I was before.
But, uh...
I think I need
to try and find...
...a way to be who I am now.
You know what I mean?
Yeah.
♪ I've heard there was
a secret chord ♪
♪ That David played
and it pleased the Lord ♪
♪ You don't really care
for music, do ya? ♪
♪ Well, it goes like this,
the fourth, the fifth ♪
♪ The minor fall,
the major lift ♪
♪ The baffled king
composing hallelujah ♪
♪ Hallelujah ♪
♪ Hallelujah, hallelujah ♪
♪ Hallelujah... ♪
You know, I was thinking
about what Riley said.
You mean, uh, about
enjoying the memories?
No, I guess it was more what
you said about your breakfast.
And I was thinking,
anyone who'd make you
a seven-layer burrito
on a weekday before work--
that is love.
I was thinking the same thing.
Night.
Night.
Angelini's.
Ready?
I feel so silly.
Can't believe I'm the only one
without a motorcycle license.
No matter, Mr. Palmer.
Rest assured that, by my side,
you will be hauling ass.
Gentlemen.
Let's ride.
♪ Hallelujah ♪
♪ Hallelujah, hallelujah ♪
♪ Hallelujah ♪
♪ Maybe there's a God above ♪
♪ But all I've ever
learned from love ♪
♪ Was how to shoot somebody
who outdrew ya ♪
♪ It's not a cry
that you hear at night ♪
♪ It's not someone
who's seen the light ♪
♪ It's a cold
and a broken hallelujah ♪
♪ Hallelujah, hallelujah ♪
♪ Hallelujah ♪
♪ Hallelujah, hallelujah ♪
♪ Hallelujah ♪
♪ Hallelujah... ♪
♪ Hallelujah. ♪
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