NCIS (2003–…): Season 14, Episode 12 - Off the Grid - full transcript

Operation Willoughby is a go.

McGEE:
Our target is Kai Chen.

Wealthy businessman
suspected of committing

acts of terror to manipulate
the stock market.

I don't understand.
What's the catch here?

Reeves will be stuck
on a plane

with a bunch of guys
who want to kill him.

Sitrep.
Reeves and Jintao
have entered the plane,

along with the pilot.
He's exiting the plane.

Damn it, he knows.
Call the tower.

Tell 'em to give Reeves
the abort code.

Get him out of there now!

GIBBS:
Chen knows that you're alive and
you could be a target, Reeves.

You need to lay low.

Qasim, these conversations
you've been listening to,

they're about a terrorist
we've been tracking for months.

Your work could be
the key to stopping him.

You know you're
doing great, right?

Thank you.

The doctors managed
to stop the bleeding,

but Qasim was

without oxygen for too long.

Last recording Qasim was
supposed to translate.

Why are you
giving this to me?
I don't know your reason,

but I know you're willing
to do anything to get Chen.

So am I.

Want me to
freshen that, Gibbs?

Mm. I'm good, Elaine.

MAN: Yo!

Anytime today will be fine.

Be right there.

MAN: Yeah.
Crazy morning.

Darlene called in sick.
I'll get you a cup to go.

No rush.
Take your time.

MAN: Ah, so your
vacation's over?

Sorry it took so long.

Yeah, I ordered
wheat bread.

Give me a minute.

You sure you got nothing?
I mean, a half day?

FOREMAN: Sorry, pal.

Hey, Bodie.

Man...

No. I thought you were dead.

(chuckles)

No, that's wishful thinking,
Bubba.

Wishful thinking.

*

(elevator bell dings)

What's that?

A flower arrangement.

Oh, yeah, see, um...
(clears throat)

no frou-frou flowers
around my desk, thanks.

Relax, Fabio,
they're for Bishop.

She had a horrible week.
I mean, the funeral,

and then she had to
clear out Qasim's apartment.

That's a nice thought.

Put my name on the card,
I'll pay for half.

No, they're from me, Nick.

On my way.

I've been summoned
to the British embassy.

Another debriefing
about Willoughby?

MI6 special-op
director's in town

on a fact-finding mission.

(elevator bell dings)

Hey.
Hey.

You good?

I'm fine.

Are you sure?
Mm-hmm.

Hey, um...

any more on Kai Chen?

Gibbs told you
not to get involved.

Qasim's flash drive,
what'd you do with it?

Nothing yet.

I haven't found a translator
I can trust.

How you doing?

I'm fine, really.

These are very pretty.

Yeah, we thought
you'd like them.

Really?

Something's up.

Anyone hear from Gibbs?

He was supposed to teach
an 8:00 field training class.

He never showed.

Uh, it's not like Gibbs

to be late for anything.

He's not answering
his home phone or his cell.

Yeah, that's, uh...
strange.

Find him.

Uh, he usually calls
if he's gonna be late.

Something's wrong.
Or maybe he's doing
something private

that's none
of our business.

Yeah, exactly.

Well, you know what,
we heard the director.

He said we need to find him,
so let's find him.

Quinn, Bishop, you guys
go to Gibbs' house.

Uh, no, I really don't
feel comfortable doing that.

Going into his house
when he's not there?

Torres, you're with me.

Ooh, I like it when you
take charge. Where we going?

Same place Gibbs goes
every morning.

Well, the good news is
his truck isn't here.

Wouldn't want to find
Gibbs in the basement,

a victim of a
power-tool accident.

He doesn't use
power tools.

(sighs)
(doorbell rings)

Door is never locked
when he's home.

I guess it never is.

Gibbs?

It was written at 8:10.

Gibbs has never gotten a parking
ticket before in his life.

QUINN: All right,
well, nothing unusual

in the basement,
besides a boat.

That's not strange.

Bishop, you find
anything upstairs?

Well, I found
something interesting

on the nightstand
in his bedroom.

What?

The Sensitive Man's
Survival Handbook.

No. That's probably
a paperweight.
Uh-uh.

There's a bookmark
on page 351.

Go figure. I didn't see
that one coming.
Mm-hmm.

This is a waste of time.

We're not gonna find anything.

(clang)
Oh, no.

What?
I accidentally hit this
against the faucet.

I'm sure Gibbs has other plates.

No, not like this one.

Looks like his daughter Kelly
made it for him.

Ooh.
(exhales)

Ugh.

Gibbs was in a little
earlier than usual.

Said he was teaching
an 8:00 class.

Did he seem concerned
about anything?
No.

As a matter of fact,
he was a bit

more chatty than usual.

Gibbs?
Leroy Jethro Gibbs?

Mm-hmm.
What was he saying?

I asked him if he wanted me

to top off his coffee,
and he said, "I'm good."

And that's chatty?

For Gibbs,
the bar is low.

He normally responds
with a look.

He also told me

to take my time
with the check.

That's why I was surprised
when he disappeared.

Disappeared?

I left him waiting
for his coffee to go.

When I brought it,
he was gone.

He left a 20 on the table,
which is way too much.

And poof.

(dialing)

(ringing)

Ah.
McGee, you found him.

Gibbs is okay.
Where was he?

Abby, I need you
to ping his cell.

So you didn't find him?

Look, just do it, okay?
I'll explain later.

Oh, I don't like
snooping on Gibbs.

Abby, trust me,
you have to do this.

This is against
my better judgment.

What are you doing?

ABBY: That's funny.

What? What's funny?

Not like funny "ha-ha."

Like funny weird.

Gibbs' phone is across
the street from the diner.

Where you going?

(dialing)

McGee, are you gonna
tell me what's going on?

Calling Gibbs' cell.

(phone ringing)

(phone ringing in mailbox)

The post office sent
over an inspector.

He opened up the mailbox,
and there they were.

Yeah, telephone, wallet,
badge, and I.D.

Was he robbed?
Hard to tell.

No money in the wallet, but all
his credit cards are in there.

Could Gibbs have dumped
his stuff in the mailbox?

Maybe he was getting rid
of anything that could I.D. him.

Undercover 101.

You want to get rid
of anything on you

that has your
real name on it.

Exactly.

Well, Agent Quinn
is gathering

surveillance
and traffic videos

of the area around Gibbs' truck
and the mailbox,

so we'll see if they can
tell us something there.

McGee, unlock his phone and find
the last calls in and out.

Uh, Director,
Gibbs doesn't lock anything.

And I can't believe he
still uses a flip phone.

Besides, I already checked.

The last two calls were
exchanges with Rebecca Chase.

Who called who?

She called him.
He called her back.

Hmm.

Who is Rebecca Chase?

Gibbs' ex-wife number two.

Actually, she may be
number three.

I'm not... I get confused
on the order sometimes there.

When were the calls?

One was late last night,
the other early this morning.

All right, let's not
dismiss anything.

She might know something.
I'll give her a call.

I'll take this stuff to Abby,

see if maybe she can
pull a fingerprint

or touch DNA from someone
that is not Gibbs.

You know there are
over 4,200

traffic surveillance
cameras in D.C.?

More than any other city
in the U.S.

Homeland is streaming me
video feed

from the traffic camera

closest to the diner.

Bishop...

why are you looking
at Kai Chen's file?

I was deleting it.

Please, for your
own sanity,

leave tracking Chen
to the others.

I will.

Bishop, I've known
you since FLETC

and I know how
persistent you are.

Look, I understand

you're in a bad
place right now.

I'm better. We need
to focus on Gibbs.

You get the surveillance videos?

I'm just waiting.

Homeland is streaming
them to me now.

Mm-kay.

Anything I can do?
Yes,

you can get your
mind off revenge.

Chen will get
his, okay?

You need to stay out of it.

You know he is a
very dangerous man.

Don't worry, Alex, I hear you.

Do you?
Mm-hmm.

I'm gonna go see what
Abby's come up with on Gibbs.

*

Oh.

Hug.

(sighs)

How are you?

I wish everyone
would stop asking me that.

I am okay.
Promise.

I just want to
get back to work.

I've just been--
I've been so worried

about you and
now Gibbs.

(sighs)
You find anything in his truck?

No.

And my mind
is spinning like a top,

I'm conjuring up
all these

horrible fates, you know.

It's like he just vanished.

It was-- like that, he was gone.

(sighs)

But then again, maybe

he's just doing, like,
a Superman thing.

You know, like, there was a, uh,

like a damsel in distress,
but-- but I mean, who knows?

This is what's
driving me crazy.

We know nothing.
Abby...

he's only been gone
a couple hours.

And if anyone can take care
of himself, it's Gibbs.

You're right.

I mean, you're--

you're definitely right.

I need to center myself.

I need to focus.

Gibbs is
gonna be fine.

Gibbs is gonna be super fine.

Hey, any luck
with his things?

Um,

the only prints on them
are Gibbs'.

I'm testing for DNA now.

QUINN: Well, Gibbs rushed out
of the diner at 7:22.

And then this camera
picks him up.

McGEE: He's looking
right into the camera.

He wanted us to see this.

QUINN:
Very interesting.

And here's the other camera
at the other end of the block.

Is Gibbs limping or is it me?

McGEE:
I think he is.

McGee, do you recognize
this guy?

No.

Quinn, zoom in on the plate.

I can't make it out.

Yeah, it looks like

five, something, "E."

Yeah, I can't make it out,
either.

I'll shoot the image
down to Abby,

see if
she can enhance it.

All right, I'll go see
what she can find.

Hey-- oh, what
are you doing?

The three Ps.

Positive pyramid power.

We have to get
Gibbs back.

Uh, did you have a chance to,
uh, look at the license plate?

That was fast.
Um, did you run it?

Oh, okay. Um, well,

I have all the faith
in the three Ps,

uh, to bring Gibbs back.

So, when he does
come back,

I need a favor.

(plate clinks)

Oh, no.

That's seven
years bad luck.

Uh, no, I think
that's mirrors.

Oh, my God.

Quinn!

It's the Kelly plate.
What happened?

(sighs) It was an accident.
It was this morning.

Gibbs is gonna be heartbroken.

I know, but he-he won't be
if he never finds out.

And I heard you are the master
at this, so can you fix it?

I can do my best.

Thanks.

BISHOP:
Got a name

and an address.
Bodie Whitman.

Lives in Baltimore.

VANCE:
Bodie Whitman.

I remember that name.

He spent ten years
in a federal prison

for his part in
an armed robbery.

Was one of Gibbs'
last undercover cases.

It's before my time.

It was... 2001.

Whitman was a foot soldier in a
militant antigovernment militia

led by his older brother.

Gibbs infiltrated the group
using his backstopped alias,

Leland Robert Spears.

So, you and Torres are right.

Gibbs dumped anything
that could identify him,

went back undercover.

What the hell
was Gibbs thinking?

These guys are psychos.

Ramsay Whitman.

He's Bodie's older brother.

He was behind the
hijacking of a Navy truck

by an antigovernment
militia.

Two Marine Guards were killed.

The truck was transporting
spent nuclear fuel rods,

radioactive isotopes.

The intent was
to make a dirty bomb.

So, Gibbs went undercover
as Spears.

A month after the hijacking.

How did he infiltrate
the group?

VANCE: He was backstopped
as an ex-con,

disgruntled former Marine
with antigovernment sentiments.

He was embedded with
the group for months.

We had very little contact
with him.

Been there.

VANCE: The object was
to find the fuel rods

before they could use them.

According to Gibbs,

only Ramsay Whitman knew
where they were hidden.

Were they ever recovered?

No. They're still out there.

What were they
planning to attack?

D.C. Metro subway.

QUINN: I remember
that op went south

when I was in Philly.

We never found out why,
but Ramsay got spooked.

The gang scattered, and Gibbs
disappeared with the others.

The only one that got arrested
was Ramsay's brother, Bodie,

but he wasn't connected
to the hijacking.

TORRES:
Did Gibbs blow his cover

and testify at trial?

No. Wasn't needed.

Prison record says
Bodie got five years

for harboring his brother.

Badass that
he is, Bodie got

some more time
for attacking a guard.

So, what happened
to the rest of the militia?

Three of them were killed
in a standoff

with the FBI a year later.

And Ramsay Whitman's
still on the wall.

I want you to dig out every file
we have on the case.

Locate every agent
that worked on it.

BISHOP: Where the hell did
Gibbs go with the brother?

I think ten bucks' worth
should get us to Baltimore.

Here, here, here.
Why don't you fill 'er up.

Wow. Look at you,
Mr. Leland Spears.

I guess you're doing well.
Let me say this
about that, Bubba.

You will be, too.
(chuckles)

(woman speaking indistinctly)

WOMAN: Okay, well,
I'm gonna have to wrap this up.

Excuse me, ma'am?

Ma'am, excuse me, I
wonder if you'd help me.

Yes?

I lost my phone, and, uh,

need to make a short
call to my wife,

just tell her I'll be late.

Uh, I'm sorry, she's a
real worrier, you know?

Don't be long.

I've got to get going myself.

Thank you so much.

Vance caught up
with Gibbs' ex-wife.

Yeah?
Yeah.

It wasn't anything--
they were just making plans

to go to dinner tonight.

He was gonna have
dinner with Rebecca?

(phone ringing)
Yeah.

(ringing)

Want to get that?
Yeah.

Didn't answer.
Oh, I'm sorry.

At least I tried, huh?
That's all you can do.

That was weird.

Hmm?
Whoever it was just
hung up on me.

I'm gonna call back.

What was that all about?

You know her?

Some lady with phone trouble.

(phone ringing)

You okay?

Yeah. I just got a headache.

(phone ringing)

Hello.

Hi. Did you just call my number?

No.

A man just borrowed

my phone to make a call.

Could you describe him?

Who is this?

This is Special Agent McGee

with NCIS, ma'am.

This is crazy.

What did the man look like?

Well...

he's 50-something,

has silver hair

and incredible blue eyes.

Is he with a younger man
in an SUV?

Yes.

They're still here.
Did you want me

No. No.
to give him the phone?

Do not approach them.
Don't even look

in their general
direction.

Where are you?
At a gas station

off I-95, just north
of Savage Park, Maryland.

What do you want me to do?

Nothing.

Nothing. It's
best that you

probably leave there.
Thank you.

Gibbs is with Bodie
Whitman on the I-95,

halfway between here
and Baltimore.

According to Bodie's
driver's license,

that's where he lives.

MAN: It was the summer of '96,
and we were running surveillance

on a chop shop-- just me and
a couple of hotshot young agents

named Gibbs and Vance.

That's Director Vance.

And if I remember,
those two hotshots

bailed your ass out of one hell
of a firefight that night.

Is tha the story you've been
telling all these years, Leon?

Come here!
Oh, it's good to see you.
(laughing)

You, too, Fred.
Well,

we both know you didn't pull me
off the back nine at National

to reminisce, so...
why the hell am I here?

An old case of yours
has resurfaced.

Which one?

My undercover I.D.

Damn, I was hoping
it wasn't that one.

You remember Deputy Director

Doyle Roden
of the Department of Energy.

Special Agent Pettis.

Doyle.

Uh, where's Gibbs?

You mean Spears.

Yeah.

He crossed paths with
Bodie Whitman this morning.

Made contact, then went dark.

What do you think Gibbs'
intentions are, Director?

I'm not sure, but my guess is

he's trying to get a second
crack at Ramsay Whitman,

who's been on our Most Wanted
Wall for the last 15 years.

And that's not the only thing
that's gone missing.

Finding those
nuclear fuel rods...

still my responsibility.

Want to get those back
before there's some sort

of terrorist catastrophe.

Well, th-this is great,
but I'm retired.

12 years now.
I got three grandchildren.

Two I even like.

Why the hell would
I want to risk my ass

diving back into
that Dumpster fire?

VANCE:
I'm not asking you to, Fred.

I want you two
to put your heads together,

see if you remember anything
that's not in the files.

Okay.

Let's get started.

TORRES:
Engine trouble, McGee?

I'm pushing 70.

Well, I'm just saying,
you know, given the situation,

you know, you might want
to push a tiny bit harder.

Look, I don't like the idea
of Gibbs running solo either,

but... he'll manage.

This isn't
his first rodeo.

Have you ever ridden a bull,
McGee?

No.

Actually, that's not true, I did
ride a mechanical bull once

at the Hoppy Gnome Bar.

Really wasn't
my finest hour, though.

What about you?
Have you ridden one?
Only one.

Robert.

The bull was named Robert?
Yeah.

A big bastard, too.

But we locked eyes.

I couldn't back down.

I mounted up,
and that, you know,

that gate just exploded open.

Oh, he was ferocious. He was
whipping me back and forth

like I was a ragdoll,
and as the seconds ticked by,

the crowd coming to life,

(imitates chant):
"Torres, Torres.

Torres...
(whispers): Torres."

They kept chanting my name.

Yeah. Yeah, I got that part.

That day I...
I faced a monster, McGee,

and I managed
to come out on top.

Why would they name a bull
Robert?

Doesn't matter. What does matter
is that I had to face

that very same bull
two weeks later.

And he was pissed off, man.

And... this time
he knew my weakness.

And he tossed me, like, 20 feet.

How did you learn to bull-ride?

I didn't.

And that was part
of the problem.

But my analogy still applies.

What analogy?

Working deep undercover

is like riding the rodeo, McGee.

You have to trust
your instincts.

You got to hang on tight.

I do know one, uh,
one rule for survival.

Never battle
the same bull twice.

Moral of the story is...

Drive faster.

Thank you.

(engine humming)

Tell you something, Bubba.

You're gonna have
a hard time getting

your security deposit back.

(chuckles)
Yeah.

Yeah. That is, uh...
least of my worries.

Two months behind on the rent.

Okay. Get this show on the road.

Call Ramsay.

Slow down, Spears.

You know how
crazy he gets.

Say the wrong thing,
and he flips.

Unbelievable.

What you're
telling me

is you're still afraid of him.

You know, we've only talked
a couple times over the years.

I have no idea where he is.

And that's the way he wants it.

Absolutely. I get that.

We can't mess with him.

And I got
to make sure

this buyer of yours is for real,
or he will get spooked.

Let me say this about that.

In the car, I thought
this was a done deal.

And I am taking your word

that Ramsay
still has the fuel rods.

What is your problem?

Get him on the phone
or I am gone!

I don't just call him.

What does that mean?

Look, we've got
this way of contacting

each other in an emergency.

I call it the Bat-Signal,
and the only time

I've used it since
he went underground

was to tell him our father died.

I'm waiting.

(chuckles)

I post our father's
antique watch

on this online auction site.

Ramsay's got the exact
watch on this wish list,

and, you know, he'll get an
e-mail when it's posted,

and hopefully
he responds.
How?

Calls me back.
An untraceable burn phone.

Bubba, come on.

Come on. Post it.

What the who?
(clears throat)

You want this or not?

Yeah.
All right.

Got your phone?

Yeah. Don't worry. If he
calls, we won't miss it.

It's just around the corner.
We can eat there.

Or if you want, we can
bring the food back.

Hey!

I'm sorry. My bad.

You okay?

Yeah. Thought maybe
that guy grabbed my wallet.

Hey, nice picture, Spears.
(chuckles)

Come on. Takeout's
across the street.

Can't believe
you're back in D.C.

Since last summer.

I lived in Idaho
for a long time.

BODIE: Yeah, well,
I rotted in jail for ten years.

Made me hate the government
even more.

GIBBS:
Absolutely, Bubba.

Gonna give this country
a wake-up call.
Got that right.

I tell you, it's been needing
one for a long time.

I'm really impressed
with the way you slipped Gibbs

that wallet and bug.

The reverse-pickpocket.

You like that?

Little trick I learned
back in Ciudad del Este.

Handy when you want
to plant evidence.

Not that I ever done that.

I'm getting hungry.

What time is it?

I practiced on you.

Looks expensive.

It is.

(chuckles softly)

Can't believe you still got
that Marine haircut.

It reminds me,

every morning
when I look in the mirror,

just how much I hate how this
government controls my life.

Sure doesn't sound like Gibbs.

It's not.

It's Spears.

(phone ringing)

BODIE:
No caller I.D.

It's got to be him.
Let's hope he's in a good mood.

Hey, big bro.

Yeah, I'm okay.

Got my good days. And you?

Of course it's important.

You'll never guess
who I ran into.

Leland Spears.

He's got
a proposition.

He wants to talk to you.

Hey, Bubba.

What are the odds, huh?
Me running into your brother?

Well, yeah. Yeah, you still got
the stuff, I got a buyer.

Oh, yeah.
Yeah, real deep pockets.

He'll make us all rich.

I need an answer.

Pronto.

He said he will let us know.

Well, sounds like we're gonna
be here for a little bit.

(exhales)

Hey.

Hey.
How'd it go at the embassy?

You learn anything
from MI6?
It was informative.

Intel suggests Chen might be
on a yacht in the Aegean,

off the coast
of Greece.

They have a boat
under surveillance.

It's hopeful.

If Gibbs finds out
you're working on this

and I'm helping you,

he'll kill us both.

I'm willing
to take that chance.

Hey, Quinn.

Hey.

Mission accomplished.

That's fantastic.

How'd you get rid of the crack?

The crack?

What crack?

Night.

Bubba,

red queen
on black king.

Huh. Thanks.

(phone ringing)

Ramsay?

Uh-huh.

You sure?

Yeah, yeah, he's still here.

Okay. I will tell him.

That was quick. Everything okay?

BODIE:
Yeah. Yeah, Ramsay's, uh,

gonna set up a meeting.

Bitchin'.
Now you're talkin'. Where?

Oh, he's gonna call back.

Hey. Put the gun down.

BODIE: You know,
what Ramsay really said

is that Leland Spears
is a federal agent.

(laughing)

Oh, that's good.

That's good. Where'd he come up
with that one?

I don't know.
Well,

he's insane. You know that.

Paranoid. That's what
happened the last time.

Bubba, don't-don't blow this.

This is our chance to get
a message to the government.

We will all get rich.

You playing me, Spears? Or
whatever the hell your name is?

He's messin' with you
just like he always did.
Shut up!

I am not going back to prison,
man!

Of course you're not.

In any event,

he is crazy.

Okay.

Okay, o-okay, okay, okay.

S-Say-say that Ramsay...
is right.

I mean, say that I am a fed.

Uh-huh.
Then what? What?
You shoot me,

and you get the gas chamber.

That what you want,

Bubba? So
far, Bodie,

you haven't done anything wrong.

All you've done...

is talk to your brother.

No crime
in that.

Let's end it right here.
Put the weapon down.

You know what makes quite
a statement, too?

Shooting a federal agent.

You're not gonna
get away with it.

I'm not alone. There are
other agents outside the door.

They're listening
to everything we've said.

Don't take me for a fool.

McGee!

Right here,
boss.

Torres!

(clattering)

Put the weapon down.

(baby crying in distance)

Gibbs.

Thank God you're okay.

Sure you're ready
to be back at work?

It's where I need to be.

How about you?
Well, I'm gonna feel
better when we catch

Ramsay Whitman.

Probably spooked him, he's
gonna disappear again.

Where's Quinn?

Uh, she just went down
to see Abby.

Tell her I'm with Ducky.

(door opens)

He didn't have to die, Duck.

You had no choice.

Don't know if it'll help
your autopsy, but he was

constantly popping those things.

Tetrabenazine.

Uh, it's prescribed for

involuntary jerking
and writhing movements.

Huh. I thought
he was strung out.

No. No. I just requested
his prison medical records.

They show he was diagnosed

with Huntington's disease.

Take a look.
It's progressive

and debilitating.

I can confirm it
with a brain scan.
(door opens)

Hey, Duck.
Well, I have information

on the last call
Bodie Whitman received.

From his brother?

Yeah. Uh, we traced it

to a cell tower
in Tazewell County.

You find anything on the phone
that made the call?

Well, as suspected, it
was a cheap burner phone.

It was purchased six years ago.

There's no record of the buyer.

We did try to ping it
and it was turned off.

Ramsay destroyed that phone
as soon as he hung up.

Excuse me-- Ramsay's
the brother?

Well, I don't know
if this will help you,

but Huntington's
is a rare disease.

And if they were
full siblings,

there's a 50-50
chance the brother

could suffer from
the same disorder.

Well, Tazewell County's
a small county--

I mean, how many cases
of Huntington's disease

can there be in the area?

Not many. It's a
lead I can follow.

QUINN:
I'll help you, Ducky.

Leon, you wanted to see me?

Mm-hmm.

Why are you looking
at those two?

I think I almost
got you killed.

15 years ago,

when you went undercover
to take down Ramsay Whitman,

he somehow found out that
the federal government

was closing in on him.
He disappeared.

And yesterday, between
two phone calls to his brother,

he learned that Leland Spears
was a federal agent.

When we realized that you were
with Bodie Whitman, I called

these two in to help,
and now

we have a leak.

A retired NCIS agent

and the deputy director
of U.S. Department of Energy.

Mm-hmm.

(phone rings)

Yes, Pamela.

Send 'em in.

(door opens)

Jethro, there is someone
in Tazewell County

who's being treated
for Huntington's disease.

Alex.
Uh, may I

use your computer,
Director?

Certainly.
Tazewell County,

Huntington's disease?

Following a lead, Leon.

That's the wrong name,
but his age is about right.

He doesn't look
anything like the radical

skinhead killer I remember.

Get us a warrant, Leon.

See if one of 'em got a call
from Tazewell County yesterday.

Once upon a time, there lived

a very, very nasty man.

Ramsay Whitman was angry

and disgruntled...

Abbs.

And he killed two Marines
and vanished into thin air.

Or not.

What do we know
about John Manning?

Nothing, till 11 years ago,

when he moved
to Northwest Virginia.

Married a local woman
there, a schoolteacher.

They have two kids together.
Girl's seven, boy's five.

TORRES:
Yeah, residential real estate
broker, well liked

in the community,
member of the Rotary Club,

deacon in his church.

He, uh, coaches
his daughter's soccer team.

They went eight and two.
They're actually pretty good.

You're sure that these two guys
are the same guy?

Oh, yeah.

Salient facial features
are a 96% match.

Yeah, I know this guy.

Ramsay Whitman's spooked.

Come on, we got to move fast.

Okay, we're just gonna
go to Grandma's, okay?

(sighs)

I have a dentist appointment
tomorrow.

Don't worry, I'll call him.

Wait. See if Ramsay's
leaving with the family.

Rather not make the takedown
in front of the kids.
Roger that.

QUINN:
You know, half of me is hoping
we're wrong about this guy.

When you get to your mother's,
wait for my call.

Okay, you're
really scaring me, John.

Can't you tell me
what's going on?

No. Not-not now.
Just... get going.

Please.

Okay.

I love you.

I love you, too.

(engine starts)

All right, Torres,
you're with me.

McGee and Quinn, take the back.

Let's go.

Hey, go inside and be quiet.

(knocking)
GIBBS: NCIS!

RAMSAY:
I'm unarmed.

I'm going to
unlock the door.

Step out.

Leland Spears.

Never thought
I'd see you again,

Bubba.

Gibbs.

It's NCIS Special Agent Gibbs.

How'd he explain the tats
to his wife?

He said that she knew
that he had a past,

riding with bikers.

The warrant
paid off.

Deputy Director Roden got a call

from Ramsay's burn phone
yesterday.

Text Gibbs.
RAMSAY: I'm willing to tell you
anything you want to know.

But I need you
to promise me something.

No deals.

You killed two Marines.

(phone dings)

I'm just thinking about

my wife and kids.

They don't know anything

about what happened.

Or who I was.

I don't want them
brought into this.

They won't be...

if you cooperate.

What do you want to know?

Where are the nuclear fuel rods?

Buried.

About 500 feet from where
we hijacked the truck.

I carefully
selected the spot

because it's near
an auto salvage yard.

We unloaded
the barrels

and the truck drove away.

We tracked that truck
halfway across the state.

Figured you would.

Okay, write it all down.

And include how
Deputy Director Roden

at the Department
of Energy

tipped you off...

both times.

(short chuckle)

You know.

Yeah.

Write it.

When I'm finished...

can I see my brother's body?

REPORTER:
It's been almost 15 years

since the nuclear fuel rods
were stolen.

(door opens)
QUINN: Gibbs?

Yeah.

Well, came by to tell you that

the FBI picked up
Deputy Director Roden.

Is he talking?
Yeah, apparently he's
always been antigovernment.

He took the job at the DoE
just to get on the inside.

And the FBI is now looking
at all of his other cases

to see how much
damage he's done.

Quinn, you could've
called me or...

told me about that
in the morning.

Yeah, uh...

there's something else.

I feel so guilty
about this.

I was wondering
what happened to that.

Well, it was
when you were missing.

Bishop and I came here
to look for you, and I...

I don't know what happened.
I...

It was an accident--
I just broke the dish in half.

Yeah.

But it's fixed.

You could've just
snuck it back in here.

That's not my style.

Don't beat yourself up
over that.

I do, I do.
I beat myself up over it,

because I-I know how...

horrible it is
to lose something special.

I...

When I was 16, my mother
gave me this bracelet,

and it was from
my grandmother, and...

I lost it.

It's... I haven't
been able to tell her.

Yeah, well, Kelly made this

for her mom and me
when she was in third grade.

I guess I used
it too much--

it got a crack.

It was hairline
at first, but...

turned into something bigger.

But look at it now-- it's like
new. How'd you do this?

You believe in miracles?

No.

You believe in Abby?

With all my heart.

All right.

I'll see you tomorrow.

Quinn, tell your mom
about the bracelet.

Yeah, no.

Long story.

I got time.

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