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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