NCIS (2003–…): Season 13, Episode 5 - Lockdown - full transcript

What a jerk.
What is he doing on the phone?
Oh, that is so wrong.
Girl, he better spend some...
(Screams)
Oh, my god! Hang on.
(Car engine sputtering) I have the worst luck!
(Engine struggles to start)
I am so, so sorry, sir.
I have no idea how this happened,
but I have insurance, don't worry.
Well, at least i had insurance.
I'm a little late on my last payment.
Hey!
Unbelievable!
What is wrong with people today?
(Thumping, gurgling)
(Screams)
(Indistinct chatter)
What do you think?
I think that Gibbs cannot be bribed.
I'm not trying to bribe Gibbs.
I'm just...
Politely asking for his help.
Help with what?
Oh, Gibbs' makeover inspired me.
I'm ready for a change, too.
Hey, don't fix what isn't broken.
Oh, no, I don't mean me.
It's my lab.
I mean, I have enjoyed a decade-plus
of being below sea level,
but I just imagine this view
that doesn't include people's bunions.
She wants to swap offices with accounting.
Abby: I put in a request.
But accounting got wind of it,
they staged this huge protest,
and human resources denied.
And you think Gibbs will help.
Because there's nothing he likes more
than h.R. Drama. No, I know.
That's why he just needs to be properly motivated.
I can think of a few other adjectives that, uh,
might describe our boss better.
Grumpiest.
Angriest.
Loneliest.
Grouchiest.
Gibbs: Quietest.
But also fairest.
Strongest. Coolest.
Hey, Gibbs!
My savior.
H.R. Already said no.
I know. I know.
That's why I just need you to talk to the accountants.
I know how you feel about accountants,
but they're not, like, contagious or anything.
I just need you to convince them
that a-a musty subterranean cavern
is a fabulous place for a new office.
Thanks. Saved by the bell, boss.
Unfortunately, this time, the bell is a dead Navy captain
in park view.
Grab your gear.
Victim is Navy reserve captain Jeremy doblin.
It's his car.
Who was driving it?
No prints.
Driver was probably wearing gloves.
And not much of a physical description from the witness.
"It was, like, a guy. I think."
That's all she could give us.
She pretty rattled? McGee: Oh, yeah,
but, uh, not about the accident.
Metro ticketed her for, uh, driving and texting
and we took the cell phone into evidence.
She almost had a stroke.
Ducky: It's called nomophobia.
As in "no mobile phone" phobia.
It's quite common.
And a sad reflection on our
inability to disconnect,
to use the parlance.
In fact... (Phone ringing)
Sorry.
Thought that was on vibrate.
Oh, um... Actually,
it's Jake calling again.
He's already called three times.
Uh...
Hey, Jake... (Phone ringing)
Don't even think about it.
Hmm-mm.
You have to leave again?
You just got back.
Is it out of the country?
Oh. Right.
No, I get it.
Well...
I know just what I'm going to wear
when you get home.
(Chuckles)
Wherever you're going.
You don't know where he's going?
Uh, that was a private phone call.
Oh? Okay, sorry.
(Sighs)
He can't tell me where he's going.
Which... I get.
Kind of. Sort of.
Maybe-- not really.
I... it's actually fine.
It's just...
He's been traveling a lot recently, and...
It's been hard.
Well, he's been stabbed, but I would surmise
that captain doblin's cause of death
was asphyxiation from a crushed windpipe.
Tony: Killer could've been dumping the victim's body
when he got rear-ended.
Doctor, there's some mass
in his lower abdomen, here.
Huh?
Oh, yeah, sizable.
But it's too large for a kidney or gallstone
and too regular for a fibroid.
Well, I can't even speculate as to what that might be.
I can.
It's my magnet,
for hanging my keys on the fridge.
Best gift i ever got.
Ah!
Tony: Look at that!
That's a new one.
McGee: Captain Jeremy doblin, 55 years old,
worked as a biochemist for the Navy.
Gibbs: Anything classified?
Nope. Alternative carbon-neutral energy production.
It's actually really interesting, what he was doing.
Not really, mcnerd.
What is interesting is the fact that his C.O. says
he's been divorced three times,
has no friends or family that still talks to him.
Yeah?
Uh, he also got three tickets for road rage
and was reprimanded
for a shady real estate deal last year.
McGee: So, basically, everybody
in the world wants this guy dead.
DiNozzo, take the wives.
I didn't mean to draw any
similarities... Bishop.
Road rage and real estate.
McGee, evidence garage.
Finish processing the car.
Hello, people that work even lower underground than I do.
Hello, Abby.
Yeah, to what do we owe the pleasure?
I found an odd compound
in captain doblin's blood
and I was wondering if maybe he had
some kind of medical issue that could explain it.
No, the captain was in perfect physical health.
Though, i-i read his file,
and he could be suffering
from one or more personality disorders.
Jimmy: This is not an organic compound.
It looks manufactured.
Yeah. I couldn't find a match in any of my databases.
But I did trace one ingredient
to a company called celodyne pharmaceuticals.
Would you like me to call over there
and ask about this compound?
No, thank you.
I have decided to take a field trip
to get out of my
underground dungeon tomb for a little while.
Oh, hey, Gibbs.
I didn't even see you standing there.
I need you to sign this permission slip for me,
for my field trip.
Okay, okay, okay.
I will talk to the accountants.
I knew I could count on you.
Imagine what it would like to actually be on her bad side.
No, I would rather not,
thank you very much.
What do you got?
Well, I can confirm
that the captain did indeed die
from a crushed trachea.
The killer used
what is known in Shaolin kung fu
as a "claw" grip.
It would take some serious strength
for a layman to crush another person's trachea
using only three fingers.
So either you're looking for someone extremely strong...
Jimmy: Or someone trained
in dragon style!
Hwah...!
(Laughs)
I won't do that again.
What was inside him?
Well, as Mr. Palmer
demonstrated earlier,
it was metallic.
Um, a container of some kind,
lodged in his sigmoid colon.
It's a technique
common amongst smugglers.
What was he smuggling?
Well, time to find out. Mr. Palmer?
It's botulinum.
What?
That's one of the deadliest neurotoxins on the planet.
Where did he get this?
I'd be more concerned to find out
what he was planning to do with it.
Woman: Celodyne.
Searching the world over
to find cures for a better tomorrow...
Abby: Hi.
Good morning.
I'm here to see Dr. brown.
Mm-hmm.
Janitor: I like your parasol.
Thanks.
I like your... mop.
Want to trade?
No.
All right. Woman: Absolutely not!
You tell that s.O.B. I can import a generic
for one-tenth the price he's offering me!
Love the parasol.
No deal, and when i get back...
Woman 2: Ms. Sciuto?
Hi. Oh!
Nice parasol.
Dr. Janice brown.
You came to talk with me about a compound?
Yes, right.
This is for you. This way.
Celodyne.
Searching the world over to find cures for a better...
(Classical music playing) This is good timing, actually,
because most of the company are away on some retreat
and, uh,
I could use the company.
I'm sorry, I can barely hear you 'cause the music's blaring.
Oh. Sorry.
Wait, I'll turn it down.
(Music fades)
No, I was just saying i could use the company,
because, you know,
it's sometimes a bit lonely in the basement.
Tell me about it.
I used to really like solitude.
And now you're ready for a change.
Eh...
Oh, my god, hug-a-seal!
That's one of my favorite charities!
I'm a local ambassador.
(Chuckles)
Yeah, i-i also do work for, um, friends for fish
and eco warriors. No way, so do I.
Oh! And what about operation sunlight?
"Because sunlight is the..."
Both: "...Best disinfectant."
I feel like we should toast.
Caf-pow!
Do you want to show me your compound?
Still no suspects for captain doblin's murder,
but I spoke to his C.O.
He confirmed there's botulinum toxin
stored in doblin's office.
Anything missing?
Yeah, but apparently,
it's not an easy thing to smuggle out.
Doblin didn't do it the easy way.
But, Gibbs, there's more toxin missing
than ducky found.
A lot more.
McGee: I didn't find any more toxin.
But I did find these hidden all around the car.
Hmm, guess we can add "drinking problem"
to our victim's stellar résumé.
(Faint music playing)
That's in the car.
(Music gets louder)
Unknown caller.
Let's answer it.
I'll start a trace.
Yeah?
Man: Where you been?
You ready?
Uh-huh.
Good. 31 elm street. Two hours.
Tell them Doug sent you.
These are new buyers, so don't be late.
This group is very finicky.
Bishop: Sounds like some kind of meet?
Maybe to sell the toxin.
Could be what got doblin killed.
Well, only one way to find out.
Bishop, intel on the address.
McGee, get DiNozzo, gear up.
We're gonna make this meet.
Well, I know exactly what you found in your victim's blood.
It is a base molecule of a generic antidepressant
that our company imports.
You sound surprised.
Um, well, yes.
'Cause the... (Laughs)
...the active ingredient is missing,
which is literally impossible,
because the two are bonded together during production.
So...
How did my victim end up
with half your drug in his blood?
Um...
I-i just, I have no idea.
It's strictly tested, so...
I don't...
Would it hurt him?
It wouldn't have done anything.
It's... (Laughs)
If you're depressed and you need
an antidepressant, then...
(Quietly): You know...
That could lead to some behavioral complications.
(Alarm wailing) Hey!
What is that?
That's the level four containment alarm.
That means, um, the ebola lab
has had a leak.
There's a lockdown procedure, right?
The, well, the whole ebola wing goes on lockdown.
Yeah, doors and ventilation and everything.
So... (Stammers)
And the-- and then the lab perimeter seals.
Okay, so we're safe over here?
Mm-hmm, yep, safe.
Totally safe.
Yep.
Are you a...
Bit of a germophobe? Mm-hmm.
All right, well, everything's going to be fine.
(Gunfire)
(Gasps)
What was that?
That sounded like gunshots.
Man (Over P.A.): Switching to automation
and beginning lockdown procedures.
All personnel proceed to lockdown destination.
(Alarm wailing)
I don't think everything's gonna be fine.
(Steady beeping)
Do you hear anything?
I think they're gone.
For now.
I have to call NCIS.
Oh, well, you can't use that down here.
There's no service in the basement.
Okay.
The phone.
Nope.
No.
That's down as well. What do we do?
Is this part of your ebola containment protocol?
No, neither are guns. What's going on?
I don't know, but we have to find out-- may I?
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yep.
Computer's not my strong suit.
Okay.
I can use a "tcpdump"
to sniff out the security-related packets.
Okay, well, here's good news.
The ebola leak was a false alarm.
It was triggered from outside the ebola lab.
Who fakes an ebola leak?
I don't know.
Maybe the maniac handing out bullet holes in the hallway.
We need eyes.
I'm gonna access the internal surveillance cameras.
You can do that?
It's the janitor with the parasol fetish.
Janice: Why is the guard attacking the janitor?
Why is the janitor attacking the guard?
Oh, I don't think the janitor's a janitor.
Man, I picked a bad day for a field trip.
Bishop: The house is owned by a Latvian tycoon
named ivo skalbe; Tendrils in
too many shady deals to mention.
Skalbe spends most of his time on his yacht in the Caymans.
Supposedly he's there now.
All right, well, there's definitely
someone in the house.
I saw people moving in the back room, a lot of people.
One of us should go with you, boss.
We know that they're expecting doblin right now.
We don't know anything else.
All right, here's this, boss. Okay.
Now, these vials are identical to the one doblin used,
except they have GPS trackers inside.
Here's a panic button disguised as a car alarm.
Bishop: If you get into trouble, push it,
and we will come running.
Look, bishop...
(Tony grunting)
I've done this before.
Sorry.
(Door closes)
We're gonna need a bigger Van.
(Doorbell ringing)
Doug sent me.
Good luck.
You're going to need it.
(Gasps) Girls!
Dr. Botox, he's here.
(Women clamoring)
Oh, he's so cute.
(Car alarm chirping)
Okay, we need to get the Internet back online
and call for help.
I'm trying.
But you can't hack something that isn't connected,
and we are not connected.
Well, then we're stuck.
Because the ebola lockdown sealed all of our perimeters,
so we need a blowtorch to get out.
Well, we can't just sit here.
I'm okay with standing.
Me, too.
Uh...
Wait. What?
Where does the Internet come into the building?
The, uh, the main server room.
How far is that? Uh...
Okay, not far as the crow flies,
but the crows have guns.
Good point. Yes.
So, that leaves us with... Hide.
And hope for the best.
Or... No.
We try to make it to the main server room.
If I can get the Internet back on,
then I contact Gibbs.
Who's Gibbs?
Gibbs is the answer.
Gibbs is always the answer.
I vote Gibbs. I vote hide and hope for the best.
I hear you, but I have processed way too many crime scenes
with way too many dead people who went with "hide and hope."
(Sighs) All right.
Well, it doesn't need both of us to go,
so I know the building better-- I should go.
No. I...
Computers are not your strong point.
I have to go. All right.
Just be careful.
That's my plan.
(Groans) How much longer is this going to take?
Well, it depends on how much longer
you're gonna hold out on us.
I have a microdermabrasion in 45 minutes.
You will not be happy if I miss it.
What? No, I have not had an eyelift.
I don't believe you.
And I would sue if I were you.
Well, there's nobody to sue, because I haven't had it.
Wait, why would I sue?
You tell me...
Marty feldman.
Has anyone ever told you you have potential
to be a very good looking man?
Um, thanks?
A little genioplasty...
Here...
And here
would put you right over the edge.
Would you please let go of my chin, please?
Oh.
McGee: Oh, uh,
I got to go.
Try not to change your appearance,
uh, while I'm gone.
Thank you.
Are they talking? McGee: Oh, yeah.
Marty feldman!
It's getting them to shut up
that's the problem.
About the case! Oh.
Uh, yeah, yeah, we're pretty sure that, uh, doblin
is not a bio-terrorist.
As far as we can tell, he stole the botulinum toxin
so that he could make homemade
Botox injections.
Tony: Marty feldman?!
Who set up the party?
Marty feldman... Some kind of broker.
I'm guessing it's the person that called doblin's cell,
but no one's talking.
Anything else?
Yeah, franken-face over there
said she got treatments from doblin.
Said he, uh, was doing it 'cause he needed some fast cash.
He even hit her up for a loan during an injection.
Did he say for what?
I think the injection was Botox.
Oh, uh, the loan.
Um, "said he needed five grand to pay off some loan shark
who was threatening to break his neck."
McGee: That could be the guy that killed doblin.
I got a name-- Nicky Jones.
Okay, finish here and pick him up.
It's nice work.
Marty feldman?
(Scoffs)
Hi, Gibbs.
Hey.
So, while you guys were doing the interviews,
I finished running down doblin's road rage victims.
Yeah, and?
They all had alibis for the time of doblin's murder.
But I did find something else interesting.
I ran the numbers on doblin's cell.
He's made several calls to...
Celodyne pharmaceuticals.
¶ Hush, little Abby, don't say a word ¶
¶ the crazy gunmen won't ¶
¶ shoot you in the face. ¶
man: Hey.
We're right on schedule.
Everything's going according to plan.
We'll meet you in the server room when you're done.
All right, what's the word?
Boss will be here in five.
He's still securing a few stragglers in the building.
Man 2: How long's it gonna take
to retrieve the data from the system?
(Laughs) Not long.
Hard part was getting in the room.
Did you kill anyone?
No, not yet.
The day's young.
(Indistinct chatter)
Okay, Abby.
What's the play?
Same as before-- Gibbs.
Which is impossible.
Because the phone is out there with the machine guns.
And I'm trapped in here with...
Tongs.
Man 2: So I said, "baby,
you choose whatever drapes you want."
How does that make me the bad guy?
Man 1: Maybe Gina just wants you to have your own opinion.
You sound just like her. Ooh. (Sniffing)
You smell that?
Oh, my god!
God, I'm gonna be sick. Bathroom down the hall!
Out of my way. I'm gonna puke.
(Line ringing)
(Phone rings) Hey, Abbs. I was just calling you.
(Congested): I'm at celodyne pharmaceuticals,
and the janitors are robbing the place. What?
What? Say it again. I can't understand you.
I'm at the drug company, and the janitors are robbing the place.
Something in the computer. The computer?
Yeah, they're coming back.
Okay, I'm gonna send you a file. It's everything I know.
You find a place to hide and you stay put.
We are coming to get you.
(Trilling)
Janitor: Hey, all taken care of.
I'm at the server room now.
(Walkie static)
I'm here.
Where the hell are you?
And what is that smell?
Man 1: No clue. Made us sick. Hurry up and get back here.
There's been a change of plans.
There's an Abby Sciuto in the building.
She's from NCIS. She's a fed.
After we get done here, we need to find her.
We need to take her out.
My statement is this: Our building is locked down,
the ebola leak is fully contained.
There is zero chance of exposure in the wild.
That's because there is no leak.
This is a robbery.
The leak is a diversion.
Special agent Gibbs, NCIS. (Groans)
Just what we need. Another uninformed scaremonger
going haywire because the word "ebola" was mentioned.
We've got somebody inside.
Yeah, I've got people inside, too.
If we were being robbed, I'd know about it.
Get a frequency yet?
Janitor: Hey, guys, don't worry.
Yeah. 27.05.
Tony: 27.05.
Okay, here we go.
This is special agent Anthony DiNozzo,
NCIS, calling Travis cook.
Who? Janitor you hired last month.
We pulled your records.
Whatever you're up to, it's over.
We know you faked the ebola leak.
I don't know what hole you three climbed out of, but...
Cook: Yeah? Well, I have hostages.
Chopper on the roof, 90 minutes,
or I kill them all. Oh, my god.
(Phone rings) All right,
relax, Travis. Let's talk. Yeah.
You talk. I'm setting my watch.
(Walkie static)
(Sighs) Who is he?
We don't know yet. He's got a stolen I.D. What's he want?
Who is he working for?
No idea. And with no intel,
we have no leverage.
Bishop: I may have some intel. That was McGee.
Botox party paid off. He picked up
Nicky Jones for captain doblin's murder.
Doblin called celodyne the day he was killed.
Maybe we talk to the killer, find something. I can take it.
No. Keep trying to reach cook. Keep trying to reach Abby.
Bishop, you're with me.
Back to MTAC. Coordinate security around the exterior.
(Siren wailing in distance)
This is bad. The feds are here, I think.
I mean, who the hell is NCIS again?
(Whispering): We're the stuff of your nightmares.
Man 1: Yeah, we got another problem.
Somebody put an override on the system. I'm locked out.
You're the computer guy, okay? Figure it out.
Good luck, mortal. Man 2: This was supposed to be on the d.L., man.
Feds weren't a part of the plan.
Relax. It wasn't part of plan "a,"
but it is part of plan "b."
Man 1: Oh, there's a plan "b"? Cook: Yeah, we stall.
We get what we came here for, then we use our alternate exit.
Plan "b" also means
we leave no witness behind.
Okay. So let's assume
that means a lot of dead people.
Which means i have to tell Gibbs.
Somehow.
Abby to Gibbs. Abby to Gibbs.
Come in, Gibbs.
They're going to kill all the hostages.
Okay, good effort,
but let's assume that did not work.
There's got to be something else.
Oh, no.
That's, like, the worst idea in the history of ideas.
You know him?
Maybe. I know a lot of guys.
Okay, here's what I know.
You threatened to kill him. Now he's dead.
All right, yeah, I know doblin.
And, yeah, yeah, i threatened to break his neck.
Is that a crime? McGee: Yeah.
Yeah, it is, actually.
Well, you know what, he had it coming.
I lent him five grand for this lame real estate deal.
I was supposed to get ten back. I got one.
That when you threatened him?
I was just lighting a fire under his butt.
And I did. Literally.
He was so desperate to pay me back
that he was smuggling all this stuff
out of his office up his... We know about the Botox.
It wasn't a serious threat. Duh.
I mean, how am I gonna get my money back if he's dead, right?
(Chuckles)
Look,
I taped every single phone call i had with this guy, all right?
You're welcome to listen to all of it.
Whoever killed him, it has nothing to do with me.
But I do know
about that drug company doblin was calling.
Let's hear it.
I want a deal first.
McGee: For what?
We haven't charged you with anything.
Oh, yeah. Oh, right. Okay. Well,
I don't really know that much anyway.
Doblin was not making a lot of sense,
to be honest. I think the guy was off his meds or something.
Let's hear it.
He mentioned millions of lives being at stake.
He say how?
(Grunts)
That was...
Awesome?
Surprisingly awesome.
Janice: Abby? Is that you?
Yeah. (Grunts)
Oh.
Wow, I heard these crazy noises in the ceiling.
Yeah, my-my stud cuff
got caught on an air manifold.
It got... ugly.
Okay. Well, at least you're safe.
No. Not really.
The bad guys saw my name on the sign-in sheet,
and now they're looking for me.
Really? Did-did you connect with your friend?
I did, but I have to call him again.
Are you insane?
You have to hide. We have to hide.
Listen to me,
the bad guys have hostages, and they're gonna kill them all.
I'm sorry, what? Are-are you sure?
100%. We have to warn Gibbs. How?
We have no phone, we have no Internet.
We are cut off from all access to the outside world.
You sure about that?
Where does that vent?
(Trilling)
(Door opens) McGee: Hey.
Got here as quick as I could.
Where's Gibbs? Back at the drug company.
What's going on? Not sure.
I was monitoring the perimeter like Gibbs wanted.
Two minutes ago, this vent started blowing exhaust. A lot.
That's right next to the lab Abby's visiting.
You think she could be sending some kind of message?
We need a better visual.
Hey, Francis, you mind if I jump in here, man?
Yeah, sure. All yours. Thanks.
(Chuckles)
I'm sorry about that. It kind of sticks.
Yeah, I don't... I don't know why this is so short.
You're only two inches taller than I am.
Well, you have a short torso. What?
What are you talking about? Have you physically looked at me?
Do I look like I have a short torso?
Guys.
(Grunts)
This is special agent Timothy McGee.
Who's on the east wall?
Agent rickley, sir.
Turn your headlights on, please.
Affirmative. Headlights on. Hmm.
You guys realize orange smoke means
"in distress, requires assistance,"
according to naval maritime code.
Which Abby knows. She could be in trouble.
If it is Abby.
Why am I not more disturbed
that caf-pow! Is only
three ingredients away from a smoke bomb?
What if they don't get the message?
Then we all die.
So I'm gonna remain positive.
Gibbs is gonna see this, and everything's gonna be fine.
So we can hide and wait for the cavalry now?
Oh, I am totally ready to just punch out
and kick my feet up in a vent somewhere.
Cook (Over P.A.): Attention, Ms. Sciuto, wherever you are.
We've recently come to the conclusion
it was you who locked out the computer in the server room.
You have exactly ten minutes to unlock the system
or we start killing hostages.
If you help us, i promise no one will be harmed.
What-what is he talking about?
Well, the bad guys are trying to steal something off the server,
so I locked them out of it.
You locked... unlock it.
No. But they're my coworkers.
They're gonna kill the hostages no matter what we do.
Well, then we have to do something.
I know. I know.
We only have one option.
We go on the offensive.
They are professional killers.
We're outnumbered. They have guns.
We have something better than guns.
We have our brains and your lab.
Placing an awful lot of faith in this Abby person's message.
Yeah.
This is special agent DiNozzo calling for Travis cook.
Still nothing, boss.
(Sighs) This could get ugly. You better be right.
Well, if Abby's calling for a special request for assistance,
it's already ugly. Bishop.
A team is standing by at the rear entrance.
But the security doors are still locked tight.
Excuse me. We're gonna make a lot of noise
if we have to break through.
We'll lose the element of surprise.
Got to have the doors open, McGee.
Ceo: The ebola quarantine sealed the lab perimeter.
For some reason, my people can't get access
to the system to override it.
It's Abby. She locked out the system.
I recognize this anywhere, boss. This is the Sciuto special.
She has her own personal security hash.
Bypass it.
I can try, but it's Abby.
Okay, glycerin's in. What's next?
Stir gently and add six grams...
Oh, magnesium, yeah, sorry.
It's been antidepressants and cholesterol down here for years.
Haven't made a bomb since... ever.
I made two last week. Wow.
Um, wait, hang on. Six grams-- is that not too much?
I mean, will it not short-circuit the explosion?
No, it should accelerate it.
Okay. Trust you on that one.
Oh, no! I don't have magnesium.
Oh...
You can break up the flint.
You have a fire-starter kit in your heel?
You don't?
No.
Okay, this is gonna do a lot of damage.
I know, I'm trying not to think about it.
It seemed like a way better idea, like, five minutes ago.
Well, they're gonna kill hostages,
so we don't have a choice.
When I was young, me and my brother, Luca,
we saw this movie in school,
and at the end, the good guy killed the bad guy,
and we all cheered.
And Ms. Johnson turned off the projector,
and she said we don't applaud killing,
no matter who it is.
If you take a life today,
then you failed yesterday.
I don't remember much from fifth grade,
but I remember that.
Well, you weren't here yesterday, so...
No one's applauding.
All right, it's time to contact the bad guys.
What are you gonna say?
I'm telling them that I'll do what they want.
They just have to come and get me.
Open the doors, McGee.
McGee: Trying to, boss, just...
Just please don't shoot this computer.
I've checked every lab in this wing.
Nobody's here.
Well, this is where the NCIS chick said that she would be.
Whoa.
That wasn't here before.
Well, then we know we're going the right way.
You coming?
No.
Oh, please, man, it's an umbrella.
It's not an ied.
Go, go, move!
(Chuckles)
It was a dud.
Told you that was too much magnesium.
All right, I'm in.
Doors are open. DiNozzo, bishop, cover the back.
McGee, you're with me.
Keep going.
Just get in there.
Just get in there. Come on. Janice: I'm going.
Ms. Sciuto.
Bad guy.
Unlock the computer now.
Release the hostages first-- that was the deal.
Shut up and stay out of this.
No one is going anywhere.
Then the deal's off.
How about this deal?
Unlock that computer right now,
or I give the order to kill hostages...
Right now.
Smart woman.
Smarter than you.
(Buzzing, clicking)
What are you doing?
Renegotiating.
This is a canister of dx7 gas.
If I release it in this room,
we'll all be dead in ten seconds.
What, that's not a smoke bomb?
Put down your weapons.
(Chuckles) You're bluffing.
You're gonna kill the hostages no matter what I do.
"No witnesses," i heard you say it.
If my life can save theirs,
I'm down 100%.
Did I mention you're bluffing?
Because I'm not.
Abby, don't do it! Hey!
Have you lost your mind?
(All coughing)
(Coughing): Maple, open the door.
(Pounding on door)
Maple: Hey, what the hell's going on in there?
What's going on?!
Gibbs: NCIS! Freeze!
Oh! Aah!
Okay, everyone's gonna be okay.
Get up.
Around the corner and down the hall.
Abby.
Come on, Abbs.
Wake up.
Gibbs, what took you so long?
Your firewall, that's what.
So why aren't we dead?
'Cause there's no such thing as a dx7 poison gas.
I actually just made an airborne incapacitating agent.
Cook: I knew you were bluffing.
Ugh, I knew she was bluffing.
Gibbs: Come on. McGee: Let's go.
Well, so much for being in distress
and requiring assistance.
I was.
And I did.
I was... stalling every which way I could
until you got here.
I made a knock-out gas, i made a fake bomb.
A fake... you-you knew it wasn't going to explode?
Gibbs, this is Janice.
She's my new friend.
She helped save the lives of the hostages.
And you can arrest her now,
'cause she's working with the bad guys.
Although I did appreciate that last-minute change of heart.
What a day.
I'm not a criminal.
I-I'm a whistle-blower.
With a résumé to prove it.
Arrested twice...
For ramming whaling ships in the sea of Japan.
And once for chaining herself to a logging truck
in the Amazon jungle.
That's our girl.
She's like "Abby unleashed."
How'd you know Janice was involved?
Okay, I first suspected it when i got into the server room,
and I traced the fake ebola alert back to her computer.
But I was sure
when the bad guy pronounced my last name properly.
I mean, there's no way
that he's gonna read s-c-i-u-t-o
off a sign-in sheet
and get that right,
so Janice must have warned him about me.
Janice: Cook wasn't supposed to hurt Abby.
Uh, wasn't supposed to hurt anyone.
I got scared when she showed up,
'cause i-i thought the company was on to me,
so I warned cook.
He said we couldn't wait any longer.
For what?
To get proof.
Celodyne was falsifying safety data
to sell generic drugs that did not work.
Captain doblin is a chemist, he figured it out.
He contacted my research lab about six weeks ago,
and, uh, I mean, I didn't have access into the server room,
and I needed to get the proof.
So you hired cook to steal the data.
Yeah, and take whatever else he wanted as payment.
And kill whoever else he wanted.
I didn't know.
Doblin was, um...
Uh, doblin was getting cold feet...
(Sniffles) Before the j...
Oh, god, cook must have killed him.
Like he was gonna kill the hostages.
That was not the plan.
I mean, if-if we hadn't, uh, been forced
to speed everything up,
people wouldn't even have known that the theft had taken place.
When I found out that cook was gonna kill the hostages,
I tried to stop him.
I didn't want anybody to get hurt.
And least of all Abby.
(Door opens)
Falsifying safety data, huh?
Those are serious charges. Mm-hmm.
I'll look into it immediately, of course.
Yeah, you should do that. DiNozzo?
I've got the fda commissioner on speed dial,
and I owe him a call.
(Elevator bell dings)
(Elevator bell dings)
I heard the FBI arrested the ceo of celodyne.
And that ducky requested
captain doblin's record to be expunged.
Thinks he was acting out because his meds were off,
and if that's the case, then...
Captain doblin was a victim, too.
What's gonna happen to Janice?
D.A.'S still filing charges.
She did the wrong thing, but she did it for the right reasons.
And she risked her life to try to save those hostages.
Will you give this to the d.A., please?
I just want him to know.
You doing okay?
I was this close
to violating one of my most sacred principles.
But you didn't.
That bomb was fake.
That's because I knew you were coming.
I just knew it.
But what if I didn't?
What would I have done?
You'd have done the right thing, Abbs,
whatever that is.
I don't know much, but I know that.
Hey, I, um...
I talked to accounting. They heard what you did.
And they said they would be happy to take the basement.
As long as you promise not to hurt them.
You know what?
I'm gonna stick with the basement after all.
I've had enough upstairs fun for the next decade.
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