NCIS (2003–…): Season 13, Episode 6 - Viral - full transcript

WOMAN: Okay, okay.
How many ghosts do we have?

(children laughing, shouting)

WOMAN 2:
Simon says, "Touch your nose."

Simon says, "Jump up and down."

Simon says, "Jump up
and down and turn around."

Simon says, "Stop."

BOY:
I knew it was you.

Hands where I can see them.

I said reach for
the sky, partner.

I'm afraid there's been some
sort of mistake, Sheriff.

No mistake.
You're the ice cream bandit.

Jackson Edward. Saddle up,
Sheriff. It's time to eat.

Today's your lucky day.

Now, don't let me catch you
in Dodge City again.

(children's chatter continues)

(gunshot)

(children screaming)

(bell dings)

Hmm...

You know, I've been
trying to get Christoph

to name a burrito
after me for years.

You're here a hot minute
and you already got one?

I have a way
with people.

I have noticed that.

So, tell me--
what's in the "Bishop"?

It's two tortillas
with eggs, steak,

hash browns,
sweet potatoes, bacon,

and four different cheeses.

This is stress eating
of a new kind.

You should be studied.

What makes you
think I'm stressed?

Oh, come on.
Bishop, you can't fool me.

Jake's been away
on another one of these

top-secret NSA assignments

and you are a Type-A
control freak.

And not knowing
is killing you.

Not as much
as that burrito.

DELILAH:
I don't think I'm being
unreasonable.

McGEE:
That is not what I said.

Oh, if it isn't
the nesting lovebirds.

How goes the move-in
at Casa de McGee?

Well, it would be better if
someone knew how to compromise.

I got rid of some of my things,
like a grown-up.

Oh, guess that answers
your question.

Jake and I went through the same
thing when we moved in together.

Consolidating two people's
lives into one space--

it's, yeah, it's tricky.

And just so you know, I donated
a bunch of my stuff last week.

Stuff that was important to me.

More important than my stuff?
Or more important than us?

That's a trap.

Sorry.
It's just a set up...

Honey... 0-0-1-0-0.

1-1-0-1-0-1.

DELILAH:
0-1-0-1-1-1.

0-0-1.

Are they arguing in binary?

Binary averages
12 digits per word.

It's some sort of
modified shorthand.

He can't even argue
like a cool cyborg.

Grab your gear.

We have a dead petty officer
in Fort Scott Park.

Hey, Delilah.
How's the move?

Still in progress, Agent Gibbs.

GIBBS:
Gotta compromise, McGee.

Working on it, Boss.

(camera shutter clicking)

GIBBS:
What do we know?

The victim is Petty Officer
Second Class Adam Meyers,

a culinary specialist
stationed at Norfolk.

Cause of death, Duck?

I'd say the gunshot wound to the
chest probably did the trick.

It was
through-and-through.

T.O.D.?

I understand around
8:30 this morning.

McGEE: Well, the witnesses
all heard one gunshot,

but no one had eyes
on the shooter.

All these people and no one
saw anyone fire a gun?

Shooter was nowhere
near the victim.

Had a higher vantage point...

direct line of sight.

So, long range-- must have
been a skilled sharpshooter.

Tri-State Sniper, Boss.
Could be him.

Find the nest.

So, how do you know the victim,
Lieutenant Rossmore?

Meyers and I served
together a few years back.

You two were friends?
Not exactly.

I was his department head.

Before he called me
to meet up,

I hadn't heard from Meyers
in over two years.

I can't believe
this is happening.

Oh, God, what about his sister?

Farrah--
has anyone contacted her?

We're taking care of that.

(phone chimes)

Uh, that's the ship.
I gotta get back.

All right. Well, thanks
for your help, Lieutenant.

You'll keep me
posted?
Sure thing.

BISHOP:
Good spot to hide.

Hikers don't
use the access road.

This had to be it.

Shooter had a clean shot
from this position.

He gets low enough, the shrubs
would've provided cover.

No wonder
no one saw him.

Must've crawled
around here.

Whoa, whoa. Bishop.
Stop! Don't move.

What? What is it?
Poison oak.

Where?
Uh... everywhere.

Now, okay...

Put these on, okay?

After we're done here, we've
got to bag all of our clothes.

Okay? Everything.

There's this stuff
called urushiol,

it's in the sap,
it spreads by contact.

A what?
Uru... Just trust me, okay?

Oh, all right.
Bad poison oak experience?

Yeah, two of them,
thanks to Tony.

If I get the trifecta,

I'm never going
to hear the end of it.

Hey, I got something.

(camera shutter clicks)

It's a shell casing.

Hopefully Abby can
pull the fingerprints

and we can identify
the shooter.

I think we already did.

Look at this.

It's the mark
of the Tri-State Sniper.

"Seven" for
the seventh victim.

I think we're dealing
with a serial killer.

(sighs)

Did we really have
to throw out our clothes?

Couldn't we just
wash them?

Better safe
than sorry, okay?

I don't want to go down

that rash-riddled
rabbit hole again.

(laughing):
Listen to the man, probie.

If there's one thing
McGee knows about,

it's embarrassing rashes.

I'm not going through
that again.
Well, relax.

I'm not going to give you
a hard time about that.

I'm going to give you
a hard time about this.

I found it under
McGee's desk.

McGEE:
You realize
that's my private stuff.

Well, what is it?

This is the stuff McHoarder

said he donated, but did not.

You lied to Delilah?

TONY (chuckling):
And I can see why.

Now, judging by
the stash in here,

it's very clear that this
is McGee's cry for help.

I hear you crying, my friend.

They're my childhood keepsakes.

Yes.
Shows how old you are.

'Cause you got Lincoln Logs
from, like, the '50s in here.

And what else
do we have?

We've got, um,
Commodore 64 disks.

You see, Bishop, before...
Never mind.

Oh, what do we
have here?

An Easy-Bake Oven?

I like the batter.

(laughs):
And I think last,
but not least--

the piece de resistance--

this is a VHS tape, Bishop.

And on it are dance recitals
from 1980 to '84.

You have been saving your
sister's dance routines.

That's a little creepy.

Yeah, sorry,
I'm with Tony on that one.

You're a few sewing
patterns away

from Buffalo Bill,
you know what I mean?

Let me explain to you
why that is not creepy.

They're my recitals.
I used to tap dance, yeah.

You heard me,
I used to tap dance.

And you know what?
I was a natural.

In fact, I was amazing.

They used to call me Timmy
Soft Shoes Savant McGee.

(laughs)
You understand?

And I'm not ashamed of it, so...

I gotta find a VHS player.

GIBBS:
Update. Let's go.

BISHOP:
Petty Officer Adam Meyers,

24, from Baltimore,
Maryland.

He grew up in-and-out
of foster care

before joining the Navy
at the age of 18.

Last six months,
he's been stationed

at Flag Mess Hall
in Norfolk.

His C.O. spoke
very highly of him.

Next of kin?

His younger sister, Farrah--
she's on her way up.

Suspects. What do we know
about the Tri-State Sniper?

TONY: His previous six victims
appear to be chosen at random.

Men, women, different races,
between the ages of 21 and 65.

Locations and times vary,
but his method stays the same.

Single shot
to the chest.

He also leaves behind a calling
card at each crime scene.

Metro.
They were tight-lipped.

Wouldn't reveal details
over the phone.

Okay, get over there.

I want a suspect list.

Go.

Hey, Timmy the Tapper.

You go talk to the sister.
(cell phone rings)

I was really good.

Yeah, Duck.

DUCKY:
Do you have a minute?

Yep, on my way.

The bullet pierced
the petty officer's aorta.

Death was instantaneous.

I knew that much
from the crime scene, Doc.

Indeed.

But you must allow me the
occasional, "I told you so."

You got anything
else for me?

Well, when I did
my examination,

I noticed, uh, this
mandibular incisor

had been recently
replaced.

That along with this
corresponding laceration

under his chin, the tooth
was dislodged, apparently,

by a strike to the face.

How recent?
According to his
dental records,

he had an emergency
procedure.

It was done three days ago.

That's two attacks
within two days.

Either this man
was very unlucky,

or someone had
it in for him.

No.

No, I just talked
to my brother yesterday.

No, it-it can't be him.

I'm sorry for your loss,
Miss Meyers.

Why would
someone do this?

That's what we're
trying to find out.

Do you know why your brother
was in the DC area?

No, he said he was
visiting some Navy friend.

I don't... I don't
know who, though.

Oh, God, this can't
be happening.

Is there someone
you want us to call?

Adam was my only family.

Obviously you two were close.

Moving from one foster
home to another,

we learned that we that we
could only count on each other.

Now I've got no one.

What am I supposed to do?

What's up with you?

You've been checking
your phone the entire time,

like a teenage girl.

Yeah, I'm texting
with Martinez at the NSA.

There's been chatter about
an impending terror attack

near where Jake is.

I thought Jake couldn't tell you
where they were sending him?

Well, he didn't.

I spent years
at the NSA, Tony.

I figured it out
on my own.

So where is he?

Can't tell you--
"need to know."

Seriously.

I'm Detective Campbell.

You the two from NCIS?

I'm DiNozzo,
she's Bishop.

Sorry for being
cryptic on the phone.

I couldn't officially comment
till after he was charged.

After who was charged?

The Tri-State Sniper.

Caught the guy.

CAMPBELL:
Franklin Reeves, a drifter.

He was pulled over for having
a broken tail light.

Statie ran the plates,
found it was stolen,

and Reeves tried to flee.

Found an M40 in his trunk.

He was formally charged
ten minutes ago.

And you're certain
he's the sniper?

Got a full confession.

Not to mention the
ballistics on his rifle

are a match to the six victims.

Might be seven.

Excuse me?

We believe your suspect
may be responsible

for the death of Petty
Officer Adam Meyers.

Took a round to the chest
at 0830 this morning.

Where?
Fort Scott Park.

But Reeves was pulled over
in Silver Spring at 0845,

15 minutes later.

That's a 30-minute drive--
how's that possible?

Could it have
been a copycat?

You want me to what?

To pick one.

One's a trick,
one's a treat.

Abbs...

Come on.

My lab, my rules.

(witch cackles)
ABBY: Treat.

How anticlimactic.

I'm still waiting
for the treat.
Wait no longer.

All of the Tri-State Sniper's
victims were shot with an M40.

Petty Officer Meyers was killed
with a round from an M16.

And that's not all.

The writing on the note that
was found at the crime scene

is a match to the
note that Metro found

on the sniper's
first victim.

I'm not seeing anything.

Exactly.

It's too identical, Gibbs.

The note found at the
crime scene is a trace.

The sniper's note was
printed in every newspaper.

Very easy to duplicate.

Meyers was killed
by a copycat.
(cell phone rings)

Yeah.

It's Gibbs.

Yeah. Yeah, I'm on my way.

That's good work, Abbs.

(witch cackles)

(witch cackles)

WITCH:
Run, run for your life.

Gibbs, come on in.

You remember
Special Agent Maureen Cabot.

Hello, Mo.
Good to see you.

Good to see you, Gibbs.

Not many people manage to look
better after getting shot.

Yeah, well, I wouldn't
recommend it.

It's the suit--
threw me off too.

Shall we?

Yes, of course.

I was just, uh, briefing
Director Vance

on a case of mine that's
relevant to your investigation.

Yeah? What
case is that?

VANCE: The death of
former Ensign Ashley Ryan.

She committed suicide
ten days ago.

Why is the Sexual Violence
Unit involved?

Well, her family
attributes her death

to an incident
that occurred two years ago

while she was deployed
on the USS Camden.

A fellow sailor used
a hidden camera

to take nude photos of her
and another female officer

and post them online.

Ryan never recovered from it.

The sailor responsible
for the photos?

That's the connection, Gibbs.

CABOT:
Petty Officer Adam Meyers.

That's affirmative,

I was the commanding officer
of the USS Camden

when the incident occurred
two years ago.

VANCE:
And when did you become aware

that there was a situation,
Captain Ebbakey?

A crew member
discovered the photos

of Ensign Ryan
and Lieutenant Gifford online

and reported it.

Uh, when did you notify NCIS?

I contacted the Mayport
office immediately.

Uh, they came aboard when we
pulled into port a week later.

By then, Meyers had already
confessed to the crime.

How's that?

A matter as sensitive as this
required immediate action.

During our transit,
I ordered an investigation,

and within a few days,

um, Meyers confided in his LPO,
who turned him in.

Meyers wasn't discharged
from the Navy?

No, his, uh, sentence
was decided by the judge

who presided over
his court-martial.

The penalty for violating
his fellow shipmates was

simply three-months confinement
and a reduction in rank.

As prescribed under the Uniform
Code of Military Justice.

That doesn't make it
right, Captain.
EBBAKEY: I agree.

So did the Navy, which is why
the UCMJ has since been amended.

The LPO who turned Meyers in,
where is he now?

That would be Petty Officer
First Class Peter Woodruff.

He's a civilian now.

He works, uh, for
an engineering firm in DC.

All right, Woodruff's
secretary said
(cell phone beeps)

he should still be
in the restaurant.

Oh, you got
to be kidding me.

Oh, what?

Delilah making you give away
all your copies of Deep Six?

No, she wants to get
rid of my couch.

She says it's too dark
for the space.

Well, maybe that's
'cause she knows

that's where you slept with
Diane Sterling-Gibbs-Fornell.

That did not happen, okay?

(chuckles)

There he is.

Peter Woodruff, NCIS.

Like to talk to you.

USS Camden
investigation.

Captain Ebbakey called.

He ordered me to assist
in any way I could.
TONY: Ordered?

You're a civilian now.

Still respect
military tradition.

So how can I help you?

Did Petty Officer Meyers
confess to you

that he planted
the hidden camera?

That's correct.

Um, I was Meyers'
career counselor.

So he often came
to me for advice.

When he told me that
he was the one responsible

for posting those photos,

I-I had no choice
but to turn him in.

You still spoke on his behalf
at his disciplinary hearing.

Uh, yes.

Uh, what Meyers did was wrong,
plain and simple,

but my job was to guide him,
not to judge him.

I told him
to cooperate completely

with the investigation,
which he did.

Meyers made a statement,

and then he turned over
the recording device.

Hmm.

So after his confession...

...um, uh, when Meyers
was detained on board,

did any of the crew
take issue with him?

Yes, there was,
uh, a physical altercation

between Meyers and one
of the victims of the photos.

Ashley Ryan?

No, Lieutenant Kara Gifford.

She attacked him.

Probably would have killed him
if I hadn't intervened.

Give me a break.

It was just a broken nose.

I could have done much worse.

Word is-- you tried to.

Bones heal, Agent Gibbs.

It's nothing compared to what
Meyers did to me and Ashley.

No one seemed to care then.

Who'd he violate this time?

No one.

He's dead.

Meyers was shot and killed.

Guess karma caught up
with him.

Oh, karma didn't have
anything to do with it.

Sharpshooter with an M16.

You know anybody
that fits that description?

I don't, but I'd like
to thank them.

You know why we're here,
Lieutenant.

When was the last time you had
any contact with Meyers?

Two years ago.

When he was escorted
off the ship.

You wanted him dead.

Yeah, of course I did,
but did I do it?

No.

And I'm not gonna lose any sleep
over his death either.

Ashley's gone because
of what he did.

Her family says
you two were close.

We went through
the same hell together.

Ashley and I spent the last
two years filing injunctions

to try and get those
images off the Internet.

But it never did any good.

They're always going
to be out there.

Forever.

The humiliation
and harassment...

...Ashley couldn't
handle it anymore.

And she shouldn't
have had to, Kara.

Let us help you.

It's a little late for that.

Are we done here?

I have to get back to work.

Thank you,
Lieutenant.

Well, she's hiding something.

Oh yeah, absolutely.

BISHOP: So much for your
day off, Delilah.

Call from Abby, and you're
back working cybercrime.

A welcomed distraction.

This trumps unpacking
moving boxes any day.

Can we just acknowledge

the brain power
in this room right now?

We have a forensic
cyber specialist.

A cyber terrorist hunter.

And a cyber spy.

For the last time,
I wasn't a spy.

We're the cyber dream team.

Sounds official.

Do we get jerseys?

Ooh, or secret matching
decoder rings.

Yes, I love where this is going.
(computer beeps)

Okay, fingerprint analysis.

Well, Petty Officer
Meyers' prints

were all over the camera
hidden aboard the Camden.

Huh.

This is
interesting.

The camera was purchased
three years ago

and registered for
an extended warranty.

Buyer's name is listed
as Howard Falconio.

How'd Meyers get it?

I'll find out.

Hey, any luck tracking where the
photos online originated from?

The good news is I found
the e-mail address

that uploaded
the images.

And the bad news is...?

Dummy account.

Meyers was more tech-savvy
than we thought.

Except he wasn't.

Meyers was still using
a flip phone.

His PC was running
on Windows 98.

Tech-savvy people like
tech-savvy gear.

ABBY:
That's weird.

It's like he's Gibbs by day
and McGee by night.

Meyers' Internet search
history is even stranger.

He didn't visit a
single dirty site.

Nothing even close
to being risqué.

Unusual for someone who's
a self-confessed voyeur.

(cell phone chimes)

That's me.
(chuckles)

Oh, my God.

REPORTER:
If you're just joining us,

we have breaking news
out of Dubai.

Early this morning in the
downtown business district,

two explosive devices...

Give me a sitrep.

Terror attack in Dubai.

Two bombs detonated
inside the Monroe Hotel.

Al Shabaab claimed
responsibility.

How many people inside?
Over 500.

There was chatter.

Why didn't they
change the venue?

"They"?

NSA.

Jake was inside that hotel.

I haven't been able
to make contact with him.

Over 20 employees were sent
there for a conference.

NSA's scrambling.

Bishop, go home.

Wait for word.

No, I can do
more from MTAC.

Bishop.
Gibbs.

I'm not gonna wait around

for a "we regret
to inform you" call.

I'm not leaving here
until I find Jake.

Okay, I understand,
but what can you tell me?

Okay, got it, "need to know."

Thank you.

What, NSA wouldn't give
you anything on Jake?
Nothing.

So much for intel sharing.
How can I help?

Well, we need eyes
on the ground.

Do-do you still have contacts
from when you worked in Dubai?

A few, yeah.
I'll make some calls.

Wait, Delilah...

Um...

I think you were right.

About the couch.

It doesn't fit the space.

I think I was
too quick to judge.

It's growing on me.

Tim.

Big or small,
we'll face it together, okay?

TONY:
Hey, McGee.

I got your message.

Hi, Delilah.

Any word on Jake?

Nothing yet.
Where you been?

I've been canvassing
Meyer's neighborhood,

and I spoke to...

Ooh, God, it's killing me.

What's with him?

It's the last time
I let my dad iron my shirts.

I'm telling you,
the man uses too much starch.

What does he think
this is, a potato?

For God's sakes.

"You know, Junior, the only
thing more important

than a stiff drink
is a stiff collar."

That guy.

Can't breathe in this.

Tony...

That's better.

...the case.

The case, yes.

Well, two days before
Meyers was shot,

his neighbor witnessed
a heated argument

between Meyers and a woman
outside his apartment.

The woman threw
a mean left hook at Meyers

before threatening to kill him.

Explains Meyers'
busted tooth.

Yes, it would.

It gets better.

The neighbor got
Pacquiao's license plate.

And our mystery woman
is Lieutenant Kara Gifford.

CABOT:
We know you saw Meyers.

An eyewitness put you at his
apartment three days ago.

We can't help you if
you keep lying to us.

I don't get the feeling
that you're here to help me.

If we weren't, you would be in
an interrogation room right now.

Look, we're both on your side.

You want to keep it that way?

I suggest you start talking.

Meyers showed up to
Ashley's funeral last week.

Why would he go there?

I wondered the
same thing.

The more I thought about it,
the angrier I got.

I tracked him down
and confronted him.

I wanted to hear him acknowledge

what he was responsible for.

Did he?

(scoffs)

He started crying.

Said he... promised
to make things right.

Things can't ever be made right.

That's when you hit him.

I thought it would
make me feel better.

But it didn't.

After that I left.

Meyers was a little bloody,
but very much alive.

Why didn't you tell
us this before?

I knew how bad it looked.

Threatening him days before
he turned up dead?

And if the Navy found out,
they'd give me a dishonorable.

I was scared.

He took so much from me already.

I didn't want my career
to be another casualty.

NEWS ANCHOR: Coming to you
live from the central...

Hey, what's the latest?

News outlets are
reporting 30 casualties,

but my intel puts
the number at 43.

And hundreds more injured.

Anything from the NSA?

Two analysts are confirmed dead.

Jake and five others
are still unaccounted for.

You know, the-the comms
are probably down.

I'm sure Jake's fine,
he's probably...

If you want to help me, McGee,
spare me the false hope.

What I need are the
facts, and that's it.

Okay.

You know, when people say

that they know what
you're going through,

they usually don't.

They just say it to comfort you.

But in this case,

I actually know exactly
what you're going through.

I was there.

Two years ago.

Benham Parsa.

His drone attack on the gala.

After that explosion, um...

I couldn't find Delilah.

I didn't know...
if she was hurt.

I didn't even know
if she was alive.

And each second feels
like an hour.

And the worry
turns to anger.

Mostly at yourself,

because you know there was
nothing you could do.

But I remember--

no matter how much
I pushed everyone away,

you were all there.

And that's what
family does, Bishop.

So...

whether you think
you need us or not...

...we're not going anywhere.

Zero, zero, one, one, zero.

You're welcome.

Gibbs.

Special Agent Cabot.

Check it out.

Riveting, Abbs?

You know I only metalwork
on very special occasions.

It's a hollowed-out nickel?
Mm-hmm.

And I'm gonna make it
into a ring, three of 'em.

One for each member
of the dream team.

Not a lot of people know
that coins...

Abby.

Sorry.

Ever since you've had me combing

through Petty Officer Meyers'
financial records,

I have money on the brain.

Did something flag?
Big time.

So Meyers had a joint
account with his sister.

Every month, same
deposits, same expenses.

Until September 18, 2013.
(witch cackles)

There was $15,000
deposited into the account.

That's the day after the
Camden came back into port,

when Meyers was taken
into custody.

What happened to the money?

Three days later,
the money was wired

to a law firm called
Whitford and Roe.

They're, like, bigwigs
out of Norfolk.

I thought Meyers had
a JAG attorney handle his case.

He did.
(phone ringing)

Yeah, it's Gibbs.

Duck.

DiNozzo what?!

TONY:
So, on a scale of one
to ten, how bad is it?

Let's just say,
the scale needs recalibrating.

I'm afraid it is

toxicodendron pubescens,

otherwise known
as eastern poison oak.

The symptoms are itching,
inflammation, blistering...

My skin

feels like the surface
of 10,000 suns.

DUCKY:
Yes, and

a propensity for the dramatic.

Tony, you are so right.

This is so much more fun when
you're on the other side of it.

(Tony laughs,
elevator bell dings)

Well, you keep laughing, McGee,

and I'm gonna rub myself
over everything you own.

Ah, geez.
TONY:
Sorry, boss.

Still think
I don't want to be here?
I wish you weren't,

looking like that.
McGEE:
Looks like Tony got

poison oak from the crime scene.

Sniper's nest was covered in it.

If your killer was as unaware

of the plant's presence
as Anthony here,

he may be infected, too.

And with a strain
as virulent as this,

oh, he'd need
to seek medical help.

I was just interviewing
the witnesses.

I didn't go anywhere
near the sniper's nest.

Sap could've spread
from their clothing.

Did you touch anyone
at the crime scene?

Oh, I...

Nick Rossmore.

I shook his hand.

Rossmore was Meyers' department
head on the USS Camden.

Bring him in.
With pleasure.

Finally!

Can someone tell me
what is going on here?

Does this clear things up
for you a little?

Oh, boy.

You recognize them?

No.

Should I?
TONY:
I guess it looks

different through the scope
of an M16.

Why don't you help him out,
McGee?

It's your sniper's nest
at Fort Scott Park.

where you shot
Petty Officer Meyers.

Where I what?!

Are you insane?
TONY:
Well, I can't speak for Tim,

but, uh, me, no.

I'm itchy, I'm irritated,
and I have a gun.

Where'd you get the poison oak?

I cut across a hiking trail

on my way to meet Meyers.

The path was covered in it.

Is this the same meeting
where he ended up dead?

I had nothing to do with it!

Meyers was shot by
the Tri-State Sniper.

Wasn't he?

No, someone staged it
to look like that.

Would you have any idea
who would want him dead?

Oh, my God.

I would have said
something before, but...

I thought
that the sniper was responsible,

so I didn't think
that it was relevant.

What wasn't relevant?

When we went on deployment
two years ago, Meyers' got word

that his sister had been
arrested for possession.

He was beside himself at the
thought of her going to prison.

And he told me
that he was going to find a way

to pay for a top-notch lawyer.

A couple days later,
he confesses

to planting
a hidden camera onboard.

It didn't make any sense.

Meyers was not
that kind of a person.

And I... I always thought
that he took the fall.

Who was he covering for?
I don't know, but Ashley's
death-- it changed things.

He told me that her family

deserved to know the truth.

And I think
that he was planning

on coming clean with everything.

Somebody got to him first.

I had my contacts in Dubai
send me everything

they could get
their hands on.

From inside the hotel
to a five-block radius.

Didn't want to
limit our options.

It's a lot more ground to cover,
but we'll find something.

Macaroon.

Is that code for something?

Oh, uh, it's this...
silly tradition

Jake and I have whenever
one of us goes out of town.

It's sort of
our own good-bye.

We walk to the front door,
and we kiss,

and he says,

"Bye-bye, Pumpkin Pie,"

and I say,
"See you soon, Macaroon."

Two food references.

Sounds about right.

I'm the one who's supposed to be
in that position, not Jake.

What position?

The one in harm's way.

I finally understand

what Jake's been talking
about all this time.

My NSA deployments
in the Middle East,

these past few years at NCIS.

This is what
he's been going through.

It has nothing
to do with your job, Bishop.

Even if you were a librarian,
the worry wouldn't go away.

Everyone's greatest

fear is losing
the one they love the most.

That's why we fight like hell
for every minute.

(keyboard keys clicking,
computer chirping)

Wait. Go back one.

MAN:
Yes, ma'am.
There.

That's the hotel
in the background.
The taxi stand. Zoom in.

I think that's Jake.

Taxi's registration-- XZ017.

Okay, we can check the
driver's passenger cam footage.

(computer trilling)
All right, I'm in.

No. No.

(computer trilling)

No.

That's him. Bishop.

What's the timestamp?

Driver logged
his ride from...

0713 to 0735.

Bombs went off at 0720.

When Jake was across town.
Wasn't in the building.

He's alive.

GIBBS:
I already read
Meyers' file, Duck.

Then you know that
from an early age,

the only constant in
his life was his sister.

Everything he did was driven
by a need to protect her.

Yeah, he had a classic

hero complex, but

ruled by
selfless motives.

Unlike the perpetrator
responsible

for planting this hidden camera.

I believe your suspicions
are correct.
Yeah?

Meyers was innocent?

Whoever the guilty party is,
his recordings are telling.

The USS Camden

had 20 female sailors onboard,

yet he only targeted
the two officers.

These are the actions

of a subordinate who resented
taking orders from a woman.

The photos were his way
of getting back control.

Skilled manipulator.

Someone who knew
Meyers needed money.

That's how they got him
to take the fall.

GIBBS:
If Meyers was killed

by someone on the USS Camden,

then our crew list
is our suspect list.

How many onboard?

352.
Ooh.

All right, we need
to check their bank accounts

for any cash withdrawals
in the $15,000 arena.

Already did.
Got nothing.

I've got something.
Oh, hey.

Delilah gave us an update.

Glad Jake's okay.

You heard from him?
Not yet,

but I will.

Sure you want to be here?

Guys... I am fine. Really.

Did I mention I have a lead?

Oh, yeah, you know,
I'll handle the clicker,

'cause I got the...
and you don't want the.

Okay.
I finally
got in touch

with Howard Falconio,

the original owner
of the recording device.

Navy guy?
Only if you count
Call of Duty.

Click.
Oh.

Falconio is a hardcore gamer.

Mm. No kidding.

Bet he's got more
cosplay outfits than you, McGoo.

BISHOP:
Falconio

sold the camera
on Craigslist...

Uh, click.
Oh.

...to Petty Officer
Peter Woodruff.

The guy who Meyers confessed to.

McGEE:
While in the Navy,
Woodruff was twice

denied acceptance into the
Navy's Commissioning Program.

Woodruff was trying to make
the jump from enlisted ranks

to a Naval officer.

Well, they got it right.

Definitely not officer material.

(door bell tinkle)

What's going on, Captain?

Why the urgent phone call?

You can't go home
or to your office.

NCIS is looking for you.

They said

you manipulated
Petty Officer Meyers

into taking the fall
for the recording device,

and then shot him
before he could tell the truth.

All lies, sir.
I don't know who feeding...

Peter, enough. Just...

Just cut the crap
and let's talk man to man.

I know you're the one

who planted the camera

and spread those photos.

I've known for years.

Truth is, the military

has fallen victim
to the... political agenda.

Those guys on the hill
forcing quotas so they can

say that
there's gender equality.

These women didn't get
where they are based on merit.

So, why didn't you turn me in?

You and I-- we're...

cut from the same cloth.

I started out enlisted,

and just like you,
I was often...

overlooked for those
less qualified.

It isn't right.

You took a stand.

I admired that.

(door bells tinkle)

That's why I kept my mouth shut
all these years, and that's why

I'm going to help you
out of this mess now.

What does NCIS have on me?

The camera connecting you
to Meyers.

It's circumstantial.
Yes, but...

shooting Meyers

really mucked things up.

You need to get ahead of NCIS
before they find something.

They won't. I made sure
no one saw me at the park.

No witnesses, no evidence.

What about the rifle?
It needs to be destroyed.
It's gone.

I wiped it clean
and tossed it in the Potomac.

I'm in the clear, sir.

We're done here.

You get what you need?

Oh, yeah.

Captain, thank you very much.
Least

I could do for our Navy.
I trusted you.

How could you do this to me?

Two sailors are dead
because of you.

Ensign Ashley Ryan,

Petty Officer Adam Meyers.

How could you do this to them?

When Meyers said that
he was gonna tell the truth,

I panicked.

It was all an accident. None
of this was supposed to happen.

The hidden camera, the photos,
staging Meyers' murder.

Everything you've done
has been premeditated.

You're gonna answer for it.

(door bells tinkle)

Tony, you know itching
only makes it worse.

Hold on. I got
something for you.

Calamine lotion.

Works wonders, trust me.

Yes! Of course!

McGee, you're such a good friend
to me. Calamine lotion.

Hey.

I entrust my... health
to your healing hands.

No, no. I am not...

What do you think--
I'm gonna lather you?

No. Do it yourself.

I can't reach certain areas.

Come on. Please?

Look, no one's around.

It'll be between us.

McGee, come on.

I need you.

I'm dying here!

Okay, sounds good.

Oh, thank God.

(Bishop sighs)

I will.

Love you, too. Bye.

(sighs)

That was Jake.

He's at the U.S. Embassy.

NSA cut his
assignment short,

and he will be back
at the end of the week.

Sounds like a perfect time
for a vacation.

That is exactly what Jake said.

So, you coming?
Uh, not just yet.

You guys go ahead.

Wait. Almost forgot.

Abby wanted me to give

these to you.

She ordered me not
to open them on pain of death.

TONY:
All right, come on, McGee.

We' got a date with
some rubber gloves and lotion.

Let's make this happen.

Don't ask.

(elevator bell dings)

(elevator bell dings)

Oh. I thought you already left.

No.

Looking for you.

It's been a long two days,
Gibbs.

Don't really want
to talk about it right now.

Good by me.

(elevator bell dings)

Seven minutes.

That's how close Jake came.

400 and 20 seconds, and...

...I could've lost him, Gibbs.

But you didn't
lose him, Ellie.

Jake's safe, and
he's coming home.

Everything's gonna
be all right.

(Gibbs sighs slightly)

(Bishop sighs)