NCIS (2003–…): Season 16, Episode 11 - Toil and Trouble - full transcript

(thunder rumbling)

This is bad. What are Torres
and McGee supposed to do?

- Tell the truth.
- Yeah, that's bad, right?

Hartgrave,
where is he?

According to company security,
he just clocked in.

- Okay, let's go.
- Okay.

Maybe it's not that bad.
(thunder rumbles)

That's the United States
Secretary of Defense.

- Let's go.
- He's making house calls now?

Yeah, it's bad.

Gentlemen,

give me a minute.
Director Vance.

Secretary Crawford.
I'd like to...

Not only did NCIS
disobey a direct order,

you hacked classified
government records.

Are these the
agents responsible?

I mean, is it hacking
if you had the password?

(clears throat)

Weapons and badges, now.

Director Vance, I'm shutting
down your investigation.

And as for Special Agents

McGee and Torres,

you two are
going to prison.

♪ NCIS 16x11 ♪
Toil and Trouble
Original Air Date on January 8, 2019

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Leon, did NCIS
disobey my order?

Mr. Secretary, I'm playing
catch-up myself.

- Did your agents commit a crime?
- I agree it looks bad.

Doesn't always mean
that there's a crime.

- I'm not here for sad stories.
- You're here for answers.

A federal agency breaking
the law? I have to get

ahead of this before
it breaks to national media.

Then let's make sure
we get it right.

We both want the truth.

Damn Skippy.
Are you suggesting

there's a perfectly
good reason for this?

I'm not saying a damn word,

but Agents McGee and Torres

will be happy
to explain,

from the beginning,
in great detail.

As if our necks depended on it?

Oh, they do, son.

Nick, why don't
you start?

- What?
- (quietly): Yeah.

- Why me?
- You were the one at the seminar.

Only because you made me go
in your place.

Yeah, I had seniority.

Gentlemen, what seminar?

"Optics In Law Enforcement."

Two days ago at
the Freemont Inn.

(chuckles)
So boring, am I right?

That training was my idea.

Mm...

I mean, like,
boring...

at first...

This footage was taken
by a neighbor,

and after being posted
to social media,

some are now calling
FBI raid tactics into question.

Okay, before we discuss,
I'd like to thank

our media panelists
for joining us

on the first day
of our three-day seminar.

(light applause)

Now, after watching
that news clip,

can someone suggest
what we, as federal agents,

could do better?

For starters,
never call the FBI.

Anyone?
(phone buzzing)

This could relate
to any aspect

of our job.
- Huh.

That's, like, 40 texts
in less than two hours.

You've been counting?

There's nothing else to do

'cause I know all this.

What I don't know is his name.

Whose name?

Oh, the guy you're going
on a date tomorrow night.

All right, stop looking at
my screen, and his name is Boyd.

- He's still around?
- Yeah. It's date number five.

You're counting now?

- Are you okay?
- I'm bored.

Mm-hmm.

Plus, we're not even
supposed to be here.

Something you'd like to add,
Special Agent...

McGee?

Nah, I'm good.
(cell phone buzzing)

I asked for all cell phones
to be turned off.

I am so sorry,
it belongs to Agent McGee.

I keep telling him
that good police work

starts with being
fully attentive.

Exactly. Thank you,

Agent Gibbs.
- You are very welcome.

Oh. Oh, no,
it's my, it's my

daughter's school.
There's been an accident.

I-I'm sorry, I have to go.

Oh, my word.
Will he be all right?

You know what?
I don't really know.

I'm gonna go check.
I'm so sorry.

Okay, back to the task at hand:

optics in law enforcement.

Nice job, boss.

Yeah, you, too. The daughter
thing was a nice touch.

Hey, let me tell you something,
Gibbs and McGee owe us big time.

Okay, that's not exactly
how seniority works.

Yeah, I can't take
two more days of this.

(crowd cheering)
Ooh, sounds like a party.

Yeah, Mrs. and Mr. Ned
and Charlene Clutterbuck.

I read it
when we came in.

BISHOP: A love story
for the ages.

Yeah, like
Ellie and Boyd.

Well, I'm starving. I wonder if
the Clutterbucks have a buffet.

Let's find out. You can be the,
uh, the stylish distant cousin

and I can be the
bad-boy boyfriend.

(dishes clatter, woman screams)

Hello? Everybody
okay in here?

Oh, my God, no!

Whoo, looks like
the bride and the groom

are getting an early start.

Yeah, try the best man
and the maid of honor.

It doesn't matter, Phil.
I think he's dead.

Wha-- Okay, slow down.
Who-Who's dead?

Look, we didn't do
anything wrong, okay?

We just came in here
to get some peace and quiet.

Your pants are on backwards.

W-We bumped into a table
and I swear to God

a body fell off of it.
It's back there.

All right, look, why don't
you guys just wait outside?

- Yeah.
- I'll look for the lights.

- Okay.
- Should we find a bathroom?

I'm not in
the mood anymore.

It's freezing in here.

Whoa. I got a body.

Ugh. More like
a graveyard.

Yeah, this is the
wrong kind of buffet.

Yeah, I'm not so hungry anymore.

(clears throat)

Don't wait for me.
Continue.

Perhaps you'd like to me to put
the room in SCIF mode, sir,

so we won't
be disturbed.

No need, Leon. I was just
telling my people outside

I won't be
much longer.

(cell phone buzzing)
I have yet to hear

anything that
changes my mind.

This might help.

Sit down, please.

HARTGRAVE: Oh, no thanks,
I'd rather stand.

It's better for circulation
and breathing.

- Wasn't an option. Sit down.
- What am I looking at?

It's a closed-circuit feed
from our interrogation room.

This suspect is the key
to an investigation

already in full swing.
- Who is he?

The man who will help us
prevent an act of terrorism.

Terrorism?
You can prove that?

Agents McGee, Torres.

The bodies at the hotel.

Right.

All right, keep clear.
You are all Federal agents.

You know how this works.
Everyone,

please make your way
back to the seminar.

Or stay and NCIS will show you
how it's done, baby.

Clearly your daughter's
feeling better.

Come on, people.

Making this a crime scene

was very premature,
Agent Gibbs.

Your agents created chaos
for nothing.

- Doesn't look like nothing.
- This hotel

operates with only the highest
standards and class.

Richard!

Um...

I asked for this
nine minutes ago.

As you can see,

there's a medical conference
starting in here

tomorrow morning.

Oh, surgical robots?

The conference is sponsored
by the company that makes them.

The attendees
will be able

to test the robots right here.

- On the bodies.
- Making them medical cadavers,

not murder victims.

So can we wrap this up
before the media gets wind

and turns this into
some kind of Jonestown sequel?

Too late. Guy Ross
was already next door.

BISHOP: He's looking
for an interview.

There's nothing illegal here.

These 20 medical cadavers
are completely legal.

We actually counted 21.

- Excuse me?
McGEE: Yeah.

Same here, 21 bodies.

Oh, no, no, that's ridiculous.

No, no, no. I have the paperwork

right here,
Agent Gibbs.

Clearly your people miscounted.

Or one of these bodies
doesn't belong.

We'll check.

Blackjack, also known as 21.

21-gun salute.
21 is the gambling age.

It's also the drinking age,
and according to a study

which is widely dismissed
by the medical community,

the human soul weighs 21 grams.

Dr. Jim,
what do we know?

21 was a culturally
significant number.

Significant for him.
You got an ID?

I just sent the
prints up to Kasie,

but since this body was
the only body without a toe tag

or any proper paperwork
for cadavers...

Not a cadaver.

Good thing NCIS
was there to count.

This man did have
an internal core temperature

of 75 degrees.

- So his time of death was recent.
- Yeah, last night-ish.

There's no obvious signs
of a cause of death,

though there's some
slight discoloration

in his eyes, as well
as his nose, throat.

Breathed
something bad?

Maybe. He certainly
didn't die of old age.

I'd put him in his late 20s.

Any scars, any markings?

No, no, nothing
outwardly identifying,

which is why we must
look inward.

Might want to step back.

That has to be wrong
because there are no laws

against bodies
in ballrooms.

Apparently, it's a thing. Read.

There are many laws
about unregistered cadavers.

(buzzing)

So where did
this guy come from?

I'm hopefully about to find out.
(bones snapping)

Oh. Oh, that's odd.

- What're we looking at?
- A body without lungs.

They have completely...

disintegrated.

McGEE:
Whoa, whoa. Hold up.

So you did cancel Bishop's date
without asking?

No, I just, all I said was,
uh, uh, "Sorry, work stuff,"

because, you know, she was
too busy working to reply.

Sounds like you cancelled.

Maybe we're getting off topic?

And you're running out of time.

My phone's gonna
ring, telling me

the press conference
is about to start.

Press conference?

Two NCIS agents
are being arrested.

I have to get ahead of this.

So I suggest someone
get to the damn point.

That'd be Tim.

I wasn't in autopsy,

but I was in the bullpen later

when our forensic scientist
came in with news.

Hey.

- Hey.
- Whoa.

- When did this get here?
- Oh.

Uh, mail cart just came by.
What did you order this time?

What, are you kidding?
I can't afford anything

from Splendifida.

But they do make nice stuff.

You're sure
you didn't gadget splurge?

Maybe in your sleep?

No, Delilah blocked all credit
card access after 11:30 p.m.

It is addressed to me. Weird.

Stop the presses.

Hold the phone.

And the horses.

I just got the
results back

from our body in autopsy,

and we have traveled
back in time.

- Is that good or bad?
- Bad.

Have you ever watched
a science-fiction movie?

The space-time continuum
should never be disrupted.

You got a cause of death.

Set the wayback machine
for World War I.

The lungs in our mystery
body have disintegrated

from exposure to toxic
chlorine gas.

The kind banned by the Geneva
Convention as a war crime.

McGEE: Victim
was killed

by a chemical weapon.

Time travel is always bad.

- Heads up.
- Oh.

CRAWFORD: Okay.
Chlorine gas. That's bad.

But I already knew about
this one victim. And, so far,

I haven't seen
any evidence to suggest

a greater threat of terrorism.

GIBBS:
We know about the missing gas.

I'm sorry?

The missing batch
of chemical weapons?

Enough to poison an
entire city block.

What are they talking about?

"A greater threat of terrorism."

McGEE: We had
a mystery dead body

killed by chlorine gas.
That's bad.

But we didn't know how bad
until Kasie came in

and, well, gave
a very moving presentation.

I, uh, I'm gonna need a minute
before my presentation.

(sniffles)
You okay?

Totally. Just, uh, need a beat.

- Hmm.
- Yeah, dude. What is all this stuff?

Drones, VR goggles,
oh, check this out.

This is from their
winter style catalogue.

It's a wristwatch.

It's got a hidden camera
and a hidden knife.

- A hidden knife?
- Yeah.

Whoa.

- I like hidden knives.
- Yeah.

Was all this stuff free?

You know, I e-mailed
the company last month.

It must be because I pointed
some, uh, U.I. glitches

and software bugs
on my new robotic dog.

It's a Christmas
gift for the twins.

Yeah, of course.

Okay, I'm ready.

Chlorine gas was developed
in 1915 by Fritz Haber.

It was mainly
to get around a treaty

prohibiting the use
of projectiles.

Chlorine hovers at ground level

in yellow-green clouds that
smell like pineapple and pepper.

And melt lungs.

Pure evil, really.
So, of course,

the U.S. and Russia developed
tons of it during the Cold War.

You know, humans can
really suck sometimes.

Which is why we have diplomacy.

Chemical weapons have since
been banned. Peace on Earth.

So if chemicals
have been banned,

how did our dead guy get dead?

Because they haven't
all been destroyed yet.

Destruction is expensive
and slow.

The U.S. stockpile won't be
eliminated until 2023,

at a cost of around $50 billion.

- But that's not the depressing part.
- It's not?

Chemical weapons
are still in use.

A U.N. report condemned
the Syrian government

for dropping chlorine bombs
on its own people last year,

including civilians
and children.

I can't imagine.

Can we talk about
something happier?

(beeping)
Oh.

Oh, yay. Fingerprints came back

on our grossly
disfigured mystery body.

So much for happier.

MACY:
I can't believe Keenan's dead.

BISHOP: Miss Grant,
uh, when was

the last time you
spoke to your brother?

Last week.

Keenan was the only one
in our family who was actually

on his way to making good,

and now he got
his stupid ass killed.

- You blame your brother.
- You're damn right I do.

After Mom died, he promised me
he wouldn't leave me alone.

We'd like to ask you
a few questions

about his job at, uh...

He worked two jobs.

He was a busboy

at the hellhole I cook at,
but the other one

was a good job
at a nice company.

Trine Chemical Agent
Destruction Plant.

MACY: Keenan was
the only one in our family

who could actually pass
the required background check.

He never had a criminal record.

We think that his job might have
something to do with his death.

- He was driving trucks for them.
- He ever mention chlorine?

Did his job include
handling anything dangerous?

If you want to know about
chemicals, talk to the company.

We are. But...

Keenan didn't
screw up.

I get to blame my baby brother.
You don't.

TORRES:
This place is like Fort Knox.

Well, chemicals can be
just as valuable as gold.

Certainly more dangerous.

I wonder who's watching.
See there?

MAN:
Hi. Excuse me.

You must be NCIS.

My apologies for being so late.
I was all the way across campus.

And, uh, they give us
these golf carts,

but why waste the energy, right?
Dr. Patton Hartgrave.

Hi. Trine's lead
chemical engineer.

So...
(coughs)

Excuse me.

If you, uh, aren't afraid
to look too dorky,

I could show you around.

It's impossible for
me to look dorky.

Right.

HARTGRAVE: So this is
where the magic happens.

We dispose of harmful chemicals
two ways: incineration

and neutralization,
mixing in other agents

to eliminate toxicity.

It's all very
effective, very safe.

Which means it's very expensive.

(scoffs) Well, I can assure you
it's worth every penny.

Where did Keenan Grant work?

Right.

This is, uh...
this is Mr. Grant's locker.

I didn't know him personally,

but of course, we're all very
shocked to hear what happened.

Was he working two nights ago?

Uh, let's see.

Actually, I have access
to those records.

Mm...

Uh, yes. It looks like he
was working that night.

It was a single pickup at
the Freemont Inn in D.C.

That's where his body was found.

What was he picking up?

Some industrial plastic
for recycling.

It's nothing too dangerous.

It's hotel waste,
not Chernobyl, which...

was an ecological warning sign
nobody took seriously enough.

You seem very, uh,
Earth-friendly

for a chemical guy.

Hey, I'm just correcting some
of mankind's worst mistakes.

Like destroying chlorine gas.

That's impossible.

Oh, uh, Agents McGee and Torres,
this is George Ashley Green,

our fearless leader.

(chuckles): Well, CEO
of Trine Chemical, anyway.

I happened to see
you two come in.

I knew somebody was watching.

McGEE: Why is destroying
chlorine gas impossible?

Because we haven't
had any for years.

It was all destroyed
per previous

military contracts.

What about current contracts?

None, for chlorine.

But that's all I can really say
without clearance.

National security concerns.

You understand.

I need permission
from the Pentagon.

(helicopter whirring)

(phone ringing)

Hey, Bishop. Go.

BISHOP (over phone):
The DoD is pushing

your meeting time, again.

Actually, they cancelled

and suggested
you come back tomorrow.

Oh, no. No, no, no.

I'm not going anywhere
until I get some answers.

That's what I told them,
but they kept citing

"national security concerns"
without any details.

Uh, Bishop?

I'll call you back.

Good afternoon.

Special Agent Gibbs, right?

Wynn Crawford.

- Yes, sir.
- I just got done

talking about
your team with SECNAV.

She had quite a few stories
about you, all good.

- I'll bet.
- About your meeting...

- Uh, it was cancelled.
- By me.

But since you're here, I figured

I'd give you
the bad news in person.

Pentagon records have been
temporarily locked.

- By you.
- No, by State.

They're currently working
with the U.N.

on a cease-fire agreement
in Syria.

Your requests sent up red flags.

Chemical weapons investigations
make people nervous.

So do chemical attacks.

Yeah, see, that's exactly

the kind of reckless talk
that we can't afford.

Now, do you have proof

of intended terrorism?

Or missing weapons?

You're making it hard
to find proof.

Well, find a different way,
and I'll be happy to help.

I want justice
for your victim.

But Marine to Marine?

There are a lot bigger things
at play here on the world stage.

We can do both, Mr. Secretary.

This was a courtesy,
not a negotiation.

Now, unless NCIS

has concrete evidence of missing
weapons-- actual weapons--

you will stand down.

That's an order.

So, Gibbs told you
about my order

to stand down, and you
still failed to follow it.

I don't always agree
with Gibbs myself, sir,

but I do trust his judgment,

and the judgment
of my people here at NCIS.

If they didn't follow your
order, it's because

there are missing weapons.

And the chemical engineer
sitting in interrogation...

- Can tell us everything?
- Keep watching.

My people know how
to break this guy.

(over speaker):
I'm not saying a word,

so just arrest me
or be done.

SLOANE:
I'm sorry,

are we keeping you
from something?

Hot date, maybe?

(chuckles)

(coughing)

Oh, God!

Cat's out of the bag.

Guess you could say
my hot date's with Mother Earth.

Six feet under.

You were exposed to the gas.

Not much, but enough.

I'll be dead before
you can get me to talk.

I'll get the kit.

Sorry.

Well, I guess NCIS is done here.

SLOANE:
You need medical attention.

We're calling the paramedics.

HARTGRAVE: No, no, no,
it's too late for that.

I told you I don't want that.

The fact that this man
is coughing up blood

means that we are right.

Sir, there is missing
chlorine gas,

and this man knows
where it is.

And you found this out how?

You seem to have forgotten
the part of the story

where you two committed
a federal offense.

In fact, if I didn't know
any better,

I'd say you're
deliberately stalling.

- Not at all.
- No way.

Dating habits,
text messages, free gadgets.

These are all essential
to your work here at NCIS?

Actually, yeah.

- Hey, Nick.
- What up?

Did you cancel
my date last night?

Good morning.

I was supposed to have
a date last night,

but according to Boyd,
I cancelled it.

You sent a message

without telling me.
Gibbs was standing right there.

What do you want me to do,
let you get in trouble?

For getting a text message?

That doesn't make any sense.

He didn't even know
who it was from.

Yeah, he didn't care, either.

Pentagon records. Go.

Well, we still don't have
permission to access files.

In order to find
missing chemical weapons,

we're gonna have
to hack into the Pentagon,

which is a little risky.

And a lot illegal.

- Find a different way.
- We may already have.

Torres and I are able to
access the next best thing.

Records to Trine
Chemical itself.

Uh, I'm sorry.
Nick is helping you hack?

Hell yeah.

- Hmm.
- Well, in my own way.

There was a hidden camera, and
it was recording the entire time

while we were at the company.
McGEE: Including when Hartgrave

entered his admin password.
- It was by accident.

McGEE: Virginia is a one-party
consent state for recording.

BISHOP:
You tracked his keystrokes?

We do have a warrant
for security records

pertaining to our victim,
Keenan Grant.

Which doesn't cover
records of chemical weapons.

- So we don't download those.
-On purpose.

What about SecDef's order
to stand down?

Boss?

Do it, McGee.

All right, well, I suggest
you download as much as you can

as fast as you can.

Why?

A company this big
has security protocols

tracing outside IPs.

Which is why
I created a program

that'll alert me if I...
(alarm blaring)

McGEE and BISHOP:
Ooh.

Alert me if I'm being traced.

- Did they find you?
- Wrong question.

Did you get the file?

Well, luckily, I was able to

directly download
to a secure backup.

Just need someone's computer
to open it.

There's our victim

the night of his death.

He was working that night.

TORRES: Hold up.
So was our scientist.

McGEE:
He lied to us.

Why would the lead engineer
go on a random pickup?

Unless there was something
very valuable on that truck.

- Like chlorine?
- Is Hartgrave our killer?

It's time to ask.
I'll get Gibbs.

VANCE:
No need.

Director.

Gibbs.

I just received a call
from Trine Chemical.

Their cyber security
department, actually.

Did NCIS just participate
in a felony by hacking?

It's, uh, it's more
of a gray area, sir.

(elevator bell dings)
This is bad.

What are Torres and McGee
supposed to do?

Tell the truth.

Yeah, that's bad, right?

Hartgrave.
Where is he?

According to company security,
he just clocked in.

Okay, let's go.

Okay. Maybe it's not that bad.

(thunder crashes)

That's the United States
Secretary of Defense.

- Let's go.
- He's making house calls now?

Yeah. It's bad.

Which brings us to now.

TORRES:
So, as you can see,

our scientist lied about
being there and the gas.

Yes. Yes, I do see.

I also see the need to
ask for Agent Gibbs' badge

for allowing his agents
to break so many laws.

NCIS had a warrant, sir.

And a reasonable fear that
Hartgrave could alter records

if traditionally approached.

Hence the shrewd
computer tactics.

Exactly.
Yeah, what he said.

You stole government records.

We proved that Hartgrave
was there.

At ground zero,
with the missing chlorine.

We have to assume it's going
to be used for an attack.

Sir, this guy knows
all the details.

McGEE:
NCIS is going to break him.

We just need more time.

Damn Skippy.

(thunder rumbles)

GIBBS (over speaker):
Medical's on the way.

I won't accept their help.

Why not, Patton?

Is it shame?

Guilt?

(coughs)
A man's dead.

And you were there.

(clears throat)

We have you
with the victim

the night of his death
and at the hotel

where his body was found.

He found out you
stole the chlorine, right?

- You killed him.
- No.

I...

"I..."
Come on, finish the sentence.

"I am a murderer."

(sighs)

Aw, come on, man. Own it.

Keenan's death was
an accident.

I tried to save him.

- That's when you were exposed?
- Yes.

I was going to unload
the chlorine safely...

From the truck?

It's not like I could

back my car up to
the loading dock.

(clears throat)
But, uh... (coughs)

...when we got to the hotel,
Keenan, he found the crate

and opened it before
I could stop him.

His crowbar must
have slipped, or--

He was dead by the time
I closed the valve.

You saw the medical cadavers
and hid the body.

GIBBS:
Wait,

a good man
was doing his job,

and you don't feel guilt?

I do, about that.

Oh, but stealing barbaric
chemical weapons

that could kill hundreds,
you're cool with that?

Steal. Right.
How can you steal

something that wasn't
even in our records?

I found the canisters
in the vault.

And took them.

They weren't gonna miss it.

Where's the gas?

You know, I wanted
to believe that

I was doing my part

to peacefully right
a few wrongs in this world.

(clears throat)
It wasn't enough.

Evil plays offense.

Right. So now you are, too.

Not me.

No, the citizens being gassed
by their own government.

They need a weapon
just as strong.

We armed the Afghans
against the Russians, right?

Or what about the Contras
in the '80s?

Where is the gas?!

On its way to freedom fighters.

They understand what
I'm trying to accomplish.

Have you seen the videos
of those kids dying?

Please listen to me.

Your supposed nobility
is gonna get

a lot more people killed.
- No.

No, the gas will be
in good hands... (coughs)

...once it gets to Syria.

Members of terrorist
organizations

have been known to join
your freedom fighters

to gain Intel
or to steal weapons.

You don't know where
the gas will end up, do you?

SLOANE: Word about these kind
of things gets around.

Bad guys come out
of the woodwork.

No. What's done is done.

I hope you have
some ideas, Ellie.

I don't know how
to reach this guy.

Well, he'll admit
to everything,

but won't give up the gas.

You can't argue with crazy.

Oh, he's not crazy.

He's principled.

That's how he sees it.

His last act on earth
is totally righteous.

Until it's not,
but by then, he'll be dead.

We need more time.

No, no more time, Director.

There's missing gas out there.

Sir, that's what
we've been saying.

All the more reason
to turn it over to Homeland

and the FBI as soon
as possible.

(cell phone ringing) As far as Agent Gibbs
and his team are concerned,

they'll get their
day in court.

- We'll be discreet.
VANCE: I don't give a damn

about appearances, sir.

There are chemical
weapons out there.

And you want to waste time
transferring the case

when the lead suspect is--
is right in front of us.

CRAWFORD: That press conference
is ready to begin. - I have an idea.

- Me, too. What's yours?
CRAWFORD: Anything else?

VANCE: Secretary Crawford,
you are making a big mistake.

That's what I was thinking.

You're right, but the mistake
is wasting time in here.

(beeps)

(window shutters humming,
door locks)

(thunder rumbles)

Agent Torres,
what the hell are you doing?

Yeah, what are you doing?

Wait, this wasn't your idea?

No, SCIF mode was my idea.

Then why did you look at
my gun on the table?

I wasn't looking at your gun.

Director Vance,

are your agents threatening

the United States Secretary
of Defense?

(thunder rumbling)

I certainly hope not.

I figure every 20 minutes
you hold me hostage,

there's another year
on your sentence.

Huh? Wait, what? Hostage?

Well, that's what you're
doing, isn't it?

No. No, no, no.

Not at all.

Well, SCIF mode cuts
cell service...

and you're armed.

Oh-- Oh, this?

Oh, no, this is, uh,
it's still holstered.

Yeah, we-we're merely
asking for more time, sir.

Your suspect isn't gonna talk.
He's made that quite clear.

I told you,
I don't want any medical help.

(wheezing)

Hey!

I want my phone call!

(coughs)

I... I-- geez,
I want to talk to my mom.

Security lockdown on...
Going on lockdown.

MAN: We got first responders
on the ground...

(indistinct chatter)

GIBBS:
No.

Bishop, no. Stop, stop.

You stay there. No!

Y-You keep me informed.

Hey. What's-what's going on?

Is something wrong?

Authorities are just arriving
on the scene.

Metro bomb squad and Hazmat
teams have entered the building.

While federal authorities have
yet to issue a formal statement,

police are asking everyone
in the greater D.C. area

to remain in their homes.

Your gas was used in an attack.

Again, here is the footage
WJGZ received earlier,

taken with a cell phone.

This video may not be suitable
for younger viewers.

(people screaming)

(coughing)
(people shouting)

MAN:
Go, go, go!

No. This doesn't make any sense.

- Of course it doesn't.
- It's terrorism!

Which means
your last act on Earth

will be the killing
of innocent people.

Think that'll fit
on your headstone?

- I'll make sure it does.
- No, no. That's not...

That's-that's not what I...

Well, then, you give me
someone else to blame!

Uh, okay, uh, I-I gave the crate
to a customs agent.

Address.

Uh, he didn't know
what was inside.

He must have opened it.

Leon, is this
what I think it is?

(whirring)

(phones ringing, vibrating)

I'll be damned.

(thunder rumbles)

I'm now being told
Closed circuit, channel five.

the hotel has been evacuated,
and that emergency services

are continuing to fan out
throughout the area...

Hey, uh, thank you.
Thank you, Mr. Ross,

but you can stop reading now.

(door opens)

The, uh, script ended,
so I improvised that last part.

- I hope that was okay.
- Agent Bishop texted me.

You were perfect.

Mr. Secretary,
Mr. Director.

Thank you so much
for allowing me

to be a part
of your operations drill.

I, uh, have to say,
this was a new one for me.

Yeah. Us, too.

Miss Hines, this broadcast

was only sent via
closed circuit, right?

- Yes. Our building only, Director.
CRAWFORD: The footage,

the running people.
- Uh, the agents

at the seminar,
they were happy to help.

We told them it was an exercise
in "Optics In Law Enforcement."

And the bodies
were the cadavers.

Not exactly, sir,

but I like where your head
is at. (laughs)

I'm so sorry, uh, Mr. Secretary.

Where the hell is Gibbs?

(seabirds squawking)

(indistinct radio chatter)

Federal agents.

Hey, put your hands
in the air.

Back away from the container.

(sirens approaching)

(filtered breathing)

Oh, looks good.

All clear, six-eight.

BISHOP:
Wow. These are old, huh?

Why weren't they destroyed?

Recovering that gas
does not absolve NCIS.

In addition to disobeying
orders, illegal hacking

and-and threatening a government
official, you can add...

well, hell, I don't even know
what to call this charade.

It's not coercion and
it's not entrapment.

- Not helping, Agent McGee.
- And I blame you, Leon.

Is this how you run your house?
And where the hell is Gibbs?

Right here.

Gibbs, you can add your badge
to the growing pile.

You should have this, too.

And what's that?

Trine Chemical said they
destroyed all their chlorine,

per military
contracts.

Well, that's total BS.

Yeah, they lied to save a
buck. Millions, actually.

We went through their records.

Illegally obtained.

No, pretty sure
we had a warrant.

BISHOP:
When this is all over,

company stock will crash.
- Let it.

They defrauded the United States
government. Your point?

My point, sir, is that you
are a major shareholder,

and you stand to lose
a lot of money.

You think I stepped in
because of money?

Or your friendship with the CEO.

I-It never occurred to me
that...

I had no idea Trine was involved
when State asked me to step in.

Relax. We know.

And I haven't talked
to George Green in months.

Certainly not in the last
few days. We checked.

(sighs)
Geez, this looks bad.

Doesn't always mean
there was a crime.

Right, Director?

I guess NCIS
weren't the only ones

who jumped the gun a little.

Outside of briefings,

and the occasional
social gathering,

you and I don't know
each other, Leon.

I assumed the worst.

Well, we all make mistakes.

Yes, as Agent Gibbs and his
team have just reminded me.

Well, if that's
it, Director,

I got a press
conference to attend.

Sir?

I have to get
in front of this.

Take responsibility for my part,
and congratulate NCIS on theirs.

Maybe next time,

we could both be
a little more careful. Yeah?

TORRES:
Nope.

Well done.

- This is yours.
- Oh. Thank you.

In a news conference
addressing this discovery,

United States Secretary
of Defense Wynn Crawford

noted that the allegations
against Trine Chemical

are an isolated event.

Wow, a politician willing
to admit that he was wrong.

- It's refreshing.
TORRES: I knew everything

was gonna be fine.

I never doubted Gibbs
one second.

I did. But I'm learning.

Hey, Ellie?

Hmm?

You have a sec?

Yeah. What's up?

I just wanted to apologize
about your date.

Next time that Boyd and you
go out to dinner,

uh, it'll be on me.

Thanks, but it's not about that.

Okay.

We have to trust
each other, Nick,

for the big things
and the small things.

It matters.

It was a mistake.
I shouldn't have sent that text.

So why did you?

Okay. Good night, Nick.

Ellie, wait.

Good night.

Kasie, hey.

Did you, uh, get anything
you wanted from here?

'Cause I don't need
all this stuff.

Oh, I'm good. What I really want

is one of
their Nixie tube clocks.

- Oh, those are cool.
- I know, right?

I even called the company
to see what it would take

to send me one for free,
like you.

Really?

Yeah, I offered to test
all their products

and point out bugs and stuff,

but they said they don't send
free gift boxes, ever.

They said
they only send goodies

to, like, prospective employees.

Okay. I'm being headhunted.

Yeah, you are.
(laughs)

And?

And it feels pretty good.

I knew it.
You're gonna leave NCIS

for a sexy,
multimillion dollar job

at one of the coolest
tech companies in the world.

No, no, no. I mean, I am--
well, I'm being offered

a lot of money, but, uh,
you know, really, it's...

Please don't tell anyone.

I would never
tell anyone, McGee.

But they are detectives.

How y'all doing?

Don't let that stuff
go to your head now.

Sorry I'm late.

Someone in your position
is never late.

CIA was surprised
to get your call, sir.

I understand you've been
tracking Leon Vance.

No idea
what you're talking about.

I want everything you have.

Is this business or pleasure?

(scoffs) Now, how's
the salmon here?

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