NCIS (2003–…): Season 14, Episode 16 - A Many Splendored Thing - 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.

McGEE:
Reeves was trained as a pilot

to infiltrate Chen's operation.

Get him out of there now.

I volunteered for Willoughby.

I know what
I signed up for.

Let me see this
through to the end.

NSA has a new recording
from last night,

same two callers.
Get it to Qasim.

Qasim, these conversations
you've been listening to,

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

QUINN: Bishop, get your mind
off revenge.

You need to stay out of it.

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.

* Life is just a beach,
I'm playing in the sand *

* Act like you know
who's in the room... *

(exhales)

* Spaceship fly
going to the moon... *

(sighs)

* Give me, give me all,
you gotta not hold back *

* Patty cake, patty cake,
baker's mitt *

* Killing competition like
just like that *

* I don't really care
I just own what's mine *

*

DISTORTED VOICE:
Commander Turner.

Aren't you going to say hello?

Who is this?

I think you know who it is.

You let us down,
Commander Turner.

That has consequences.

(gasps)

You should be very proud.

Oh, God.

She really is a beautiful child.

Please.

You didn't do
what you were told,

and now you have
a choice to make.

Kill yourself...

or we kill your daughter.

(crying): No.

(crying)

*

Whoa, where's the fire?
Oh.

Oh, sorry about that.
Sorry about that, McGee.

Well?

Oh, there is a fire
in my pocket.

Oh.

Uh, $32.

We got a two-for-one coupon
to the Golden Corral.

Ooh, I love those wings.
Hmm?

And then we have a business card
to a sword swallower?

Hmm?
That's weird.

Hey, how'd you get my wallet?

Oh, um, the same way
I got your watch... again.

(whoops)

Torres is giving us a lesson
in the art of pickpocketing.

Thanks for being such a good
sport. Bishop?

You're up--
Remember, bump, grab, slip.

(whispers):
Bump, grab, slip.

Go, go, go, go, go, go.

Oh.

Ah! Well, she's
got the bump down.

Really?
I am so sorry.

Mm-hmm.

TORRES: It's okay, it's
okay. Small casualty.

It's all good.
Quinn?

Hmm?

Let's see what you got.

You mean, other than...

your badge?

Ooh!
Ooh.

The student becomes the master.

Nice.
(chuckles)

We need to talk. Chen.

I found a translator
for the last message

intercepted from Chen's people.

What's it say?

You tell me.

Looks like it's just
a bunch of song lyrics.

Must be another code.

Maybe operational info
on Chen's next attack.

When's Interpol
gonna make a move

on the yacht he's staying on?

They did. This morning.

But he wasn't there.

Always one step ahead.

But they did get lucky

reconstructing some
shredded documents.

They picked up a trail
on some low-level courier

Chen's people's
been using in D.C.

I'll grab my SIG.

Easy, Rambo.

Look, Gibbs doesn't want you
anywhere near this case.

And MI6 doesn't want me
sharing intel

with anybody
who's not been read in.

Did you forget the part
where Chen killed my boyfriend?

That's why we're talking,
but, still, I go alone.

If I need any backup,
I'll let you know.

GIBBS:
Grab your gear.

We got a body.

Oh.
Sorry about that, Gibbs.

Just a second. I'm
still missing a 20.

Torres, cough it up.

Hey, just making sure
you're paying attention.

Wait, who's got my...

Just making sure you're
paying attention.

(laughs)

(chuckles):
Oh...

Our victim, Lieutenant
Commander Renée Turner.

Uh, the neighbor
heard a gunshot.

Called the cops.

The wound looks self-inflicted.

Well, if it is, it's
interesting timing.

I just found plane tickets

to Orlando,

and a confirmation to
a Disney World hotel.

Booked this morning.

And there's fresh groceries in
the fridge and a couple of pies.

Looks like Dutch apple
and pumpkin. Crisp.

I skipped breakfast.

She leave a note?

Actually,
it's a popular misconception

that most suicide
victims leave notes.

In fact, only about a third

leave them behind.

Sometimes the lack of
a final message is for the best.

I once attended
a crime scene

where the note was so offensive,

that the grieving wife,

when she had
finished reading it,

began to mutilate
her husband's body,

starting with his...

Okay, Duck.
I got it.

We need to pick up the daughter.

Social Services are

on their way
to the school.

Bishop, find out
where the husband's assigned.

And somebody turn
that damn thing off.

Uh, actually, Gibbs,
I just got

a text from my landlord.

My water heater exploded.

Don't you mean burst?

There's a difference?

Yeah, a burst is a leak.

Exploded means casualties.

Eh, well, the "burst"
sounds pretty bad.

Do you mind if I, you know...

Thanks. Um, do you mind?

Boss, I don't know what's going
on here, the TV won't turn off.

I don't know what
the deal is.

Maybe it's got
a short in it,

or something's wrong
with the pi...

It's off.

(indistinct chatter)

(trumpets playing)

(sighs)
Subtle.

Yeah. I was trying
to flash the lights.

You mean get me canned?

What's with the 911 text?

I found Chen's courier.

And so you jumped in your
Winnebago to come to tell me?

No... I jumped in his.

(grunting)

McGEE: Lieutenant Commander
Renée Turner

was assigned to the Defense
Logistics Agency.

Her husband is stationed at our
naval base in Yokosuka, Japan.

Has he been notified?
TORRES: Quinn's on it.

In the meantime, the daughter's
gonna stay with her grandma.

You check Turner's psych evals?

Yes. No history
of depression,

or anything that might indicate

she's a suicide risk.
C.O.

TORRES: He said Commander
Turner was stable, well-liked.

Yeah. The only blip
on her record is this...

Turner recently
made several large

computer purchases
on behalf of the DLA,

then cancelled the orders
at the last minute.

How's that blippy?

Well, she should've never placed
the orders in the first place.

DLA was already overstocked
on that model.

Yeah, but what does that mean?

It means something.
Find out what.

Okay, he definitely
means you, because, uh,

computers are not my thing.

I'll run it down with Bishop.

Whenever she gets back.

MAN:
I told you I have no idea.

I don't have a clue
what Chen is up to.

I make deliveries, that's it.

If that were true,
Dabney,

do you really think
I would've gone through

all this trouble
of tracking you down?

Well, I don't really know you.

I'm a very efficient person.

And a terrible driver.

You were riding my brakes
the entire time.

Well, maybe if you didn't drive
around in Walter White's lab.

Hey. This is my house, buddy.

And you know what? I've already
told you twice... shoes off.

Okay, guys, let's focus.

We know Chen
is planning an attack

on the financial district.

Well, then you know
more than me.

Talk!
I can't help you.

Hey!

How about now?
Oh, come on, man!

That's grape juice.
That's gonna stain.

That's a nice rug.

Bed, Bath & Beyond?

That was my Nana's.
Oh.

Chen. Talk.

Okay. I might've overheard
some of his guys

talking about some sort
of attack, maybe.

On something electrical,
I think.

The electrical grid?

Could've been.

Where's Chen?

(gasps)
Hey.

Oops.

Okay, okay, okay, okay.

Look, I don't
have a clue

where Chen is.
I've never even met the guy.

I mean, his people call me,

I do what they say, that's it.

There's nothing else
I can tell you.

What do you think?
I believe him.

Good, because we're
out of juice.

I looked at his
navigation system.

There's a record
of all the places

he's been to in
the last week.

Something might
connect to Chen.

REEVES:
Okay. I'll check it out.

You should head back
to NCIS.
No way.

I'm coming with you.
Gibbs ordered you
to stand down.

I'm not afraid of Gibbs.

Well, actually,
I'm a little bit afraid of him.

And Qasim wouldn't want you

putting yourself
at risk like this.

Well, Qasim wasn't
exactly someone

I would go to for
tactical advice.

QASIM:
So plan is you hang out
by the bar.

And then when they start
dividing up the teams,

we'll accidentally
bump into each other.

Act surprised, and then
I'll add you as my fourth.

Just don't mention that you were
all-state six years in a row.

Just one problem.

The NCIS Bowl-Off
ended an hour ago.

Hi, I'm...
Hi.

Pete.
Leaving.

I'm not.

Right. Well.

It was nice meeting
you, whoever you are.

(chuckles)

So.

Do you bowl?

(laughs)

(they both laugh)

That was quick.

Did they have Orange
Julius, Dr. Palmer?

Not Palmer.

So my wait continues.

What do you got?

Well, so far, only this
toxicology report.

Everything clear,
except for one anomaly.

Commander Turner had
unusually high levels

of oxytocin in her bloodstream.

Has more in common
with a lactating mother

or a love-sick teen.

Not really seeing
a connection there, Duck.

Oxytocin is often referred to
as "the cuddle hormone"

because it's largely responsible
for our feelings of affection.

For someone in the midst of
a suicide to experience, well,

emotions that would cause
that hormone to spike,

Well, it's very odd.

Add it to the list.

Well, unfortunately,

we'll never know what
she was really thinking.

Actually, I think we might.

Abby ran a diagnostic
on Commander Turner's smart TV.

Reason it wouldn't power off
is 'cause it was just hacked.

It was hacked? How?

Someone with an external
I.P. address

ran a video stream
directly into the house.

This is what we were able to
retrieve from the TV's cache.

DISTORTED VOICE: You didn't do
what you were told.

And now have a choice to make.

Kill yourself

or we kill your daughter.

Well that would explain
the spike

in Turner's oxytocin level.

Her suicide was not the act
of a depressive individual.

It was an act of love.

A Sophie's Choice.

DISTORTED VOICE: You didn't do
what you were told.

Wonder what she was told to do.

And by whom?

Good question.

I can't wait for you
to figure it out and tell me.

What do you got, Abbs?

Uh, sorry, Boss.

Well, I was trying to backtrace

the hacker's I.P. address,

uh, but it was offline.

Until two minutes ago.

It just went live.

You got a location?

You got a doubt?

McGee says the I.P. address
is still active.

Someone's in there.

I can't get decent Internet
in my apartment,

and this guy's online?

Quinn.

Looks like someone
just logged off.

We missed him.

(nearby blipping)

Or not.

Freeze!
NCIS!

Hi, Gibbs.

Bishop. How's that
water leak coming?

Agent Bishop,
you were specifically told

to stay away from the Chen case.

Yes, but...
And you,
Officer Reeves,

I don't know where to start,
but it'll probably be

with us reevaluating
your relationship here.

I take full responsibility,
Director, but please know

this wasn't
Agent Bishop's fault...

Save it!

Gibbs can handle her.

Right now,
cards on the table.

I need to know what you know,
and I mean everything.

We translated the last message

that NSA intercepted
from Chen's people.

REEVES: Well,
it's just a bunch

of random song lyrics.

Some kind of code?

The kind we can't crack. Yet.

And the courier you picked up?
He told us

he made a delivery on Chen's
behalf to that radio tower.

That's the same place
where that video

to Commander Turner was from.

Well, it can't be a coincidence.

Chen must be involved
in Turner's death.

The attack
on the electrical grid,

how confident was the courier?

Well, he just heard whispers.

Chen keeps his people
highly compartmentalized.

And that kid was a few fries
short of a Happy Meal anyway.

Well, he doesn't think much
of you, either.
What's this?

That's the bill
for shampooing his carpeting.

VANCE:
How'd the interrogation go?
Page two.

He gave up the name of the guy
who owns the radio tower.

Well, we need to pick him up.
He might know what Chen's up to.

Yes, we do, Agent Bishop,
but we're not done here.

I still need to have that chat
with Officer Reeves.

Actually, we can do it
on the way to my 2:30.

Why don't you grab these boxes,
follow me out to my car.

I have absolutely no idea what
you could have been thinking.

I can't stand
the sidelines, Gibbs.

You can't, or you won't?

Does it make a difference?

I need people I can trust
to follow orders.

No, you need people who care.

And right now I care more than
anyone else in this building.

Bishop, taking down Chen...

...it's not gonna bring
your boyfriend back.

Qasim wasn't just
my boyfriend, Gibbs.

(groans softly)

(sighs)

* I don't know why I came

* Guess I'm searching
for something *

* And when your eyes
caught mine... *

Mm, yuck!

Hey.

* Away from all these feelings

* Emotions got me stumbling...

(doorbell rings)

* 'Cause I think
we started something. *

Am I late?
Early.

Again?
Mm-hmm. But it's
your birthday,

so you can do
whatever you want.

Oh. My God.

Except that.

I'm so sorry.

Ah...

(chuckles)
Forget about it.

I'm sure I'll make it back

to that village in Djibouti
again... one day.

(sneezes)

Oh. You feeling okay?

Yeah. My...

allergies just kicked
in for some reason.

I got a new perfume.

(sneezes)

I'm gonna wash it off.

No. Don't.

(sneezes)
I like it. It...

(sneezes)

You want me to get
Nasonex?

(exhales)

This isn't how
I imagined this.

Imagined what?

(sneezes)

His name is Kevin Lane.
He purchased the abandoned

radio tower last
year on eBay.

Oh, I actually think
I bid on that.

What really impresses me

is I have no idea
if you're joking or not.

LANE: Sorry, boys,
I don't know who that is.

TORRES:
Was.

She killed herself, after
receiving a threatening message.

From your compound.

I don't have a clue
what you're talking about.

So you're clueless.

No, I'm a carpet
salesman.

With enough emergency supplies
for World War III.

No, just enough to survive.

What, a zombie apocalypse?

(chuckles):
The end of the world, man.

It's coming sooner
than you think.

Oh, you're one of those.

If you mean one of
the smart ones, yeah.

Between top soil depletion, the
fish hatcheries collapsing...

Okay, we get it, man.

...rogue nukes,
rogue comets,

antibiotic-resistant
infections...

Oh, wait,
I've heard of that one.

Kai Chen.

Why is he getting deliveries
to your compound?

(scoffs)
Name doesn't ring a bell.

Oh, you mean Bobby.

Probably because he's one
of my business partners.

A silent one.

I'm guessing his real name
isn't Bobby?

Keep talking.

Look, about a year ago,

some people in the Yahoo
Preppers Forum that I moderate

pooled our resources
and bought a piece of land

that we could hole up in.

Then we were outbid
on an old missile silo,

but we got the radio tower
for $20,000.

With a working generator.
(chuckles)

Bobby threw in ten.

Am I the only one
uncomfortable with Chen

investing in a, uh,
doomsday compound?

Maybe the attack
he's planning

on the electrical grid is
bigger than we thought.

Hey, does Gibbs know
you're in here?

He knows.
We worked it out.

GIBBS: How do you contact him?
I don't.

I mean, if you think
I'm paranoid,

you should see this guy.
I've only seen him once,

and that's when he came
to inspect the land.

He works mostly through
encrypted chats,

third-party middlemen.

Any names?

No.

You know, but...

about a month ago I was working
down in the bomb shelter,

and some of his
delivery guys showed up.

They had no idea I was there.

Overheard them say something

about, um... flying
back into town this weekend.

WOMAN:
My REACT teams are in position

at every airport that fits
your source's description.

Chen is the target.

All other considerations
extraneous.

And when we get eyes on him?

Arrest him.

Belay that order.

Says who?

Says the ranking member
of the House Subcommittee

on Counterterrorism.

I want to talk to him.

Her. She's standing
right in front of you.

Oh.

TORRES (clears throat):
The-the...

the time, this
thing I have...

Since when?

Since yesterday.

I was gonna tell you tonight.
Tonight?

But when I heard about
your op, I came right over.

I've been tasked
with supervising

any activities
involving Chen.

Supervising or sabotaging?

Agent Gibbs, I agree,
we need to find Chen

and put the screws to him.

That's exactly
what we're doing.

But our lawyers insist

we don't have enough evidence
to arrest him, Lee.

The body in our autopsy
would say otherwise...

Lee.

I have read your report
on Commander Turner,

and any evidence connecting Chen
to her death

is circumstantial at best.

We have reason to believe
that Chen

is planning a terrorist attack.

We've suspected that for months.

But if you arrest him now,
without sufficient evidence,

he'll be back on the street
in two hours.

And make sure
we can never find him again.

Right.

Agent Andrews, your order is

to surveil Chen,
but do not engage.

Agent Gibbs,
understand?

Hard not to,

with you two finishing
each other's sentences.

(door opens)

(door closes)

(door slams)

Hey. What's going on, Gibbs?

No compression. Rebuilding.

I mean with Chen.
McGee just briefed me

on the congresswoman's
stand-down order?

No. Not standing down.

Well, the REACT teams
aren't allowed to arrest him,

so what are they gonna do,
throw him a tea party?

Get close enough
to access his laptop remotely.

That plan didn't work out
so well last time,

and it almost got Reeves killed.

Well, we're just gonna have
to be a little more careful.

I don't understand this.
After everything Chen has done,

after everything we think
he might do,

how can you just stand there?

You aren't just standing there.

No.

You know something's off.
Yes.

And you've got a plan.

Working on it.

(chuckles)

I'm glad you came by.
I kind of hit a wall.

All right, well,
what do you got so far?

I'm thinking that we
arrest Chen anyway.

Better to ask forgiveness
than permission.

That works for me.

But I'm not holding my breath.

We still have to find Chen.

And when it comes
to airports,

he's always been one step ahead.

(door creaks open)

You come alone?

Yeah.

Chen?

Hello, Agent Bishop.

Agent Gibbs.

I heard you wanted to see me.

Are you going to put

those down so we can talk?

Bishop.

Hands on the table.

Legs apart.

I assure you I am not armed.

(grunts, chuckles)

Did Qasim like it rough, too?

(grunts)

(laughs)

Talk.

I told you.

I heard you wanted
to see me.

You heard from who?

Little birdie
who works at an airport.

That apparently is crawling
with NCIS agents.

Well, that's what happens
when you kill one of us.

(chuckles)
I have not killed anyone.

Commander Turner
would disagree with that.

We know about your attack
on the electrical grid.

Sounds scary.

Have any suspects?

Why are you in my house?

Why do you think?

You want us to arrest you?

You cannot arrest me.

Yeah? You know,
I keep hearing that.

Why don't we see what happens.
Bishop.

(grunts)

Better to ask forgiveness
than permission.

You will get neither,
Agent Bishop.

I am not the enemy.

Well, that is
news to me.

Then apparently
you have not heard.

Heard what?

We are on the same team now.

When were you
gonna tell me?!

Tell you what?

Chen.

How long have you known

that Chen was working
with the CIA?

He didn't.

I found a corkscrew down
in the break room.

The pinot can wait.

What the hell is my agent
talking about, Jenna?

Good question. What are you
talking about, Agent Gibbs?

Chen.
He came to my house.

He told me that he's
working with the CIA now.

Even has you and SecDef
on his direct dial.

You heard what the man said.
Start talking.

You're not authorized.

Would you like to take
that steak au poivre to go?

Chen came to us with an offer.

We finalized the deal today.

There is a Syrian warlord
we've been trying to locate,

one that Chen has done
business with in the past.

Chen has agreed
to help us find him.

All of a sudden
he's our best bud?

Sometimes the enemy of my enemy
is my friend, Agent Gibbs.

Jenna, Chen is
a suspected terrorist.

He tried to kill two of
our people. He succeeded once.

And he killed Commander Turner.

And the warlord
that Chen is helping us find

has been financing ISIS cells.

They're attacking NATO troops.
Soldiers are dying, Lee.

We need his help.

And before either of you ruin
what's left of our dinner,

I get it.

We're not gonna let Chen walk.

But we're gonna hit the pause
button on the investigation.

Until you get what you what.

What we all want,
Agent Gibbs.

Until we have
actionable intelligence...

Yeah. Pause button.

Got it. I'm not hungry.

(whirring)

Uh... you got my message.

Yeah. All ten of them.

I see you're taking it out

on the dust mites.
What are we gonna do?

We can't just let Chen get away.

That's exactly what we've been
ordered to do.

Yeah, well, that congresswoman
can take her pause button

and shove it up her ass.
Gibbs has just
let you back in.

You fall out of line now
and you're done.

Besides...
What?

I think that congresswoman
has made the right call.

That Syrian warlord is
destabilizing an entire region.

That warlord's name
is Asu Harari,

and he's a two-bit player
in Aleppo.

I monitored his communications
when I was at the NSA.

I-I know his entire network.

This is a bad call.

We have a coded message
from Chen

on a suspected terrorist attack.

And we can't arrest him
because he's the CIA's lapdog?

That-that is nuts.

Okay, well, you say you know
this Harari guy.

Why don't we find him ourselves.

Then the CIA
won't need Chen.

That could take months.
So?

I spent months taking pilot
lessons just to take Chen down.

Clay, I-I can't eat,
I can't sleep,

and I sure as hell
am not slowing down

until Chen is off the street.

Look, I hear you. I do.

But this is a marathon, Ellie--
it's not a sprint.

If you aren't willing
to make the sacrifices

and commit to
the long haul,

maybe you shouldn't be
running this race.

You really caught me
off guard tonight.

Especially
with the bowling alley.

This is where we had
our first date.

I wanted to bring you here
to celebrate.

*

(sighs)
What's the problem, Ellie?

What do you want from me?

I want you to stop being afraid.

I want you to admit
that you can't breathe

when you're
not with me.

And most of all...

I want you.

You have me, Qasim.

I-I spend 65%
of my free time with you.

We have gone on 104 dates.

We've...
You're proving my point.

This is what you do, Ellie.

You hide your feelings
behind that brain of yours.

Behind statistics, metrics...

Well, all of those things
are true.

But not relevant.

The world isn't all zeros
and ones.

You can't reduce love
to a binary code.

That's it.

What's it?

Qasim was trying to tell me

that the world isn't reducible
to zeros and ones.

But I got bratty
and I argued with him.

I pointed out
that the crappy music playing

at the bowling alley
was all zeros and ones.

I'm sorry,
I flunked nerd in school.

Chen's code.

I think I know how to crack it.

There are two general ways
to hide information.

One is security
through math.

Which is just your basic,
everyday encryption.

BISHOP: The second is
security through obscurity.

Which is where the data is not
encrypted-- it's just hidden.

Like if you secretly put a
key underneath your doormat.

Once you know the secret,
then it's easy

to unlock the door.

You figured out Chen's secret?

Abby.

Chen's message appeared to be

random snippets
of song lyrics.

But when you convert
those snippets

to binary,
aka zeros and ones,

the result is
an executable file.

A what?

Oh, you're cute.

A computer program,
Gibbs.

The song lyrics were
a computer program.

Actually, it's a computer virus.

That does what?

Exploits the vulnerability
of diesel generators

in older electrical plants.
Look at this.

Now, DoD tested its weakness
a couple years ago.

Congresswoman sent over
a tape of this.

She's on her way over now
with the full file.

"Aurora Vulnerability."

That's a pretty name.

Once infected,
the virus turns the generators

on and off so quickly
they basically...

Whoa, okay,
that was not pretty.

This must be how Chen
is planning on taking out

the electrical grid.

Okay. Let's go.

Thanks, Abbs.

Bishop?

What are you doing?

The cavalry went that way.

Uh, I was just gonna take
the stairs.

I forgot something in my car.

No, any power plant

with a pre-2K diesel
generator is at risk.

Do we know how Chen's planning
to disseminate the virus?

Originally, Commander Turner.

Well, Chen was
blackmailing her

into buying these infected
computers for the DLA.

Once they rotated into
the DoD's system,

the virus would be in the wild.

But she wouldn't play ball.

She died for it.

So what's Chen's Plan B?
Working on it.

So right now,
we're just sitting ducks.

Not necessarily. We've got
the virus's source code.

I could always make an
anti-virus out of it.

How long?
A few hours.

Too long.
Go, get it done.

So much for your pause button.

We made a calculated bet.

Yeah? Well, you bet wrong.

And your Agent
Bishop was right.

I have arranged
a video conference

with the Joint
Chiefs in MTAC.

I'd like her
to brief them.

When's she back?

Where did she go?

I just bumped into her
in the parking lot.

Torres.
Calling her now.

(phone ringing)

This is Flemming.

Um... this is Torres?

Why do you have
Agent Bishop's cell phone?

And where the hell is mine?

VANCE:
McGee, put up
the parking lot surveillance.

(phone ringing)

She's not answering.

McGee, locate that phone.

There it is.

The bump, grab and slip.

She must've been
waiting for me. I...

I didn't even feel a thing.

Yeah, she's either
a fast learner,

or she's playing us.

All right,
got a location.

Bishop shut the cell off,
but I was able

to ping the last tower
she was connected to.
Where?

North of DC, Highway 19.

Where's she going?
I don't know, but

she sent a text
before she went dark.

That's the number
the CIA uses to contact Chen.

She knew I had the number.

She's going after Chen.
We don't have time for this.

McGee, finish that anti-virus.

Torres, MTAC.

Quinn, let's go.

(brakes squeal)

*

*

(electricity buzzes)

All right, this is where
Bishop shut off the cell.

What's her plan?

To be honest, Agent Gibbs,
she may not have one.

She always has a plan.

I hope so,
but when it comes to Chen,

she hasn't exactly
been thinking clearly.

That makes two of you!

All right, I got something.

Radio tower.

It's about 20 miles away.

Agent Bishop.

Surprise.

I was expecting
the congresswoman.

Well,
something came up.

She sends her regards.

I see.

How did you know
I would be alone?

Because you're a rat.

And if your people found out

you were doing business with
the CIA, you'd be a dead rat.

You did not come here
to talk business.

This is personal.

No, this is pleasure.

I am not responsible for what
happened to your boyfriend.

He is.

Qasim made his own choices
in life.

QASIM:
I'm really sorry, Ellie.

I shouldn't have pressured
you or said those things.

No, you're right...
about everything. I...

I know I overanalyze things.

My mom says it's because
I prefer to think

rather than feel.

Yes, I use my brain
to push people away.

I don't want to push you away.

But?

But... I'm just not ready.

I'm not saying
I won't be one day.

Well, I choose to wait.

So take all the
time you need.

I'm not going anywhere.

You're right.

Life is about choices, Chen.

And I've made mine.

I got him.

In there. Move!

You have nothing on me.

Put those handcuffs on.

We know about your plan

to attack
the electrical grid.

Knowing and proving

are two entirely
different beasts.

My lawyer will have me
free in two hours.

NCIS is wasting its time.

I didn't call NCIS.

I called the Syrians.

Apparently,
Asu Harari

heard that you sold him out
to the CIA.

He's been looking for you.

A few of his American contacts
are on their way.

(grunting)

Have fun with that.

Wait!

Make it quick.
I've got a 3:00.

You cannot do this.

They're going to kill me.

Only if you're lucky.

I have money.

Just name your price.

You know what?

I have a better idea.

What is that?

The code you created
to blow up all those generators.

Just like the one
you're cuffed to.

(panting)
You set me up.

I'm not responsible
for what happens to you, Chen.

You've made your choices
in life just like Qasim.

And now
you have one more to make.

(grunts)

Bishop! Bishop!

Bishop? You all right?

(explosion)

What happened?

Chen forced Commander Turner
to make a Sophie's Choice.

He just made his.

Boat-building and booze?

Sounds like
a dangerous combination.

Hasn't failed me yet.

I have to admit,

your team impressed
the hell out of me, Gibbs.

I think it's time you...

climbed out
of the NCIS trenches.

You've earned a seat
in the big chair.

Director?

Old Lee.

That seat's taken.

And if there's a vacancy?

(door closes,
footsteps approaching)

Sounds like you have company.

Thank you for the time,
Agent Gibbs.

I appreciate the consideration.

And the discretion
about other things.

Agent Bishop.

Congresswoman.

Uh.

Wait.

Just checking.

Did I, uh,
interrupt something?

No.

Just talking about you.

How much trouble am I in?

With her?

None.

And you?

Gibbs, uh...

I don't blame you
if you want me gone.

I broke your trust,
I went rogue,

and I did exactly what
you were worried I would do.

Twice.

Yeah.

But I also did exactly what you
would've done if you were me.

And if I had to do it over,

I'd do the exact
same thing again.

Well, then we got a problem.

Each time you go rogue,
there's a price to pay.

And it's not cheap.

I understand.
No.

You don't.

But you will soon.

I got this for Qasim.

I had it with me
the night he was shot.

I never had the chance
to give it to him.

I can't stop
looking at it.

(paper rustling)

But I need to.

Thanks.

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