NCIS (2003–…): Season 16, Episode 8 - Friendly Fire - full transcript

(insects trilling)

MAN: I'm not sure
what smells worse,

the water or the trash.

WOMAN: At this point,
I'd say it's us.

(exhales)

How did I let you
talk me into this?

Blame Yale.

They're the ones
who find applicants

with community service hours
to be highly desirable.

Unbelievable. I'm all-state
in water polo and lacrosse,

and my ancestors came over
on the Mayflower.

It doesn't get more
well-rounded than that.

(flies buzzing)
WOMAN: What is that?

- A boot?
- How does somebody lose a boot?

(grunting)

(yells)

That's gonna stain.

Oh, screw this.

Yale can wait-list me.

♪ NCIS 16x08 ♪
Friendly Fire
Original Air Date on November 20, 2018

== sync, corrected by elderman ==
@elder_man

♪
♪

That's so cool.
Thank you.

McGEE: Ah, look
who finally made it.

Where have the two of you been?

Oh, another sunrise
sketching session.

Have you guys ever taken in dawn
at the, uh, Navy Yard?

It is quite peaceful.

That's the fifth time this week.
Yeah, that street art case

really inspired us
to get back into drawing.

So while the two of you
have been playing Picasso,

McGee and I have been
working our asses off.

Oh, really?

Ha! Diligent research,
I'm sure. Hmm.

All right, well,
let's see what you two drew.

We were rushed.

It's-it's not
the best, but...

McGEE:
Oh, wow.

What, are you kidding?
These are amazing.

Jimmy, I had no idea
you could draw like this, man.

TORRES:
What?

Want to see talent?

Check this out.

JIMMY: Is that
your painting

from our guys' night out?
- That's right.

It's amazing, isn't it?

The, uh, police evidence bag
really adds

a level of realism to it.
- Texture.

Nothing more real
than a dead sailor.

Grab your gear.

See you.

Hey, let me see.

Oh.

Twins paint
that, McGee?

Not exactly, boss.

Gibbs cut me. He cut me deep.

Everyone's a critic. Come on.

Waterway Volunteers
is a nonprofit

that clears trash
from rivers and oceans.

Saving sea turtles and dolphins

from, you know,
plastic straws and all that.

Straws are bad?

Plastic straws are poison
to sea life.

- Here, check out this video.
- No, not the video.

- I can't watch that thing again.
- You're not the one

with a synthetic rod
constricting your airway.

All right, Veronica,

Archie, let's stay on track.

What time
did you guys

arrive on the scene?

6:00 a.m.

Did you guys see anything
out of the ordinary?

You mean other
than the dead body?

Actually, hold up.

Did you want us
to see something?

What?

Maybe if we tell you
what you want to hear,

NCIS could write a couple
of letters of commendation

to the Yale Admissions Board
on our behalf?

(scoffs quietly)

(chuckles) Okay. Yale?

Yeah.
Keep dreaming, buddy.

GIBBS:
What do you got, Palmer?

Well, other than
the broken neck,

there's no outward
signs of trauma.

Agent Torres.
You have time of death?

Condition of the body
points to him

being in the water
for some time.

I'd say close to a week.

I wasn't able to confirm his
identity using fingerprints.

Yeah, the guppies
got to him first.

That is the circle of life,
gentlemen.

(camera clicks)

I mean that in the most

respectful way possible,
by the way.

We found his military
I.D. in his pocket,

and according to the
name tag on his uniform,

our victim is Senior
Chief Richard Granger,

assigned to the
Defense Logistics Agency.

Ah, Jethro, I gave the body
a quick examination.

While there was no

outward appearance of trauma...

Neck is broken.

Already got that, Duck.

Oh.

BISHOP:
Hey, Gibbs.

We have a big problem.

I just got off the phone with
the Defense Logistics Agency,

where Senior Chief
Granger worked.

Any reason they didn't
report him UA?

That's the thing.

Uh, the person I spoke to
was Senior Chief Granger.

He's alive.

Then who is this?

BISHOP:
Do you recognize him?

My God.

No. Who is he?

That's what we
want to know.

How'd he get your military I.D.
and your uniform?

My apartment was
broken into last week,

and some of my
gear was stolen.

I filed a police report,
but nothing came of it.

Any idea why
someone would want

to impersonate you,
Chief Granger?

Not a clue.

I'm a personnel clerk
in a logistics depot.

Not exactly a sexy job,

unless you're into color-coded
organizational charts.

Hold on.

Do I need protection
or something?

A guy pretending
to be me was killed.

Does that mean
I'm being targeted?

Who said he was killed?

Not many people end up in the
Potomac from natural causes.

Mm.

Oh.

I am so sorry, Doctor. I...

I meant to clear
all my stuff out of here

now that you're back here
at NCIS full-time.

Dr. Palmer.
I know, I know.

An organized workspace
is an efficient workspace.

Yes, it is, but I was about to
commend you on this drawing.

- Oh, really?
- Yes, amazing detail.

I particularly like
the way you've drawn

the superior and inferior
vena cava. (chuckles)

It seems you are as skillful
with a pencil

as you are with a scalpel.

Hopefully, I don't get the two
confused. That could get messy.

(speaking French)

Right. (stammers)

It's good to have you
back here, Doctor.

Things weren't the same
around here without you.

Yeah, it's a welcome change
from my book tour.

Hey, Ducky. You rang?
Yeah, our examination

was correct--
the cause of death

was a fracture
to the C3 vertebra.

But it wasn't from
the fall into the water.

The victim was dead beforehand.

So not a suicide?

Not unless he broke his own neck

and then somehow managed
to roll himself into the water.

Broke his own neck and rolled
himself into the water?

(chuckling): You know, I don't
have a story for that one.

Oh, that's never
happened before.

I'm very uncomfortable
right now.

Oh, so am I. (laughs)

Permission to proceed?

Granted.

All right, during
our examination,

we found a metal rod
in the victim's leg

from a previous
surgery.

I ran the serial number
in the system,

came up with a hit.

- So who's our victim?
TORRES: Meet our victim

and Navy impersonator,
Wesley Moore. He's 31.

He's a freelance
cyber systems engineer.

Unmarried, no kids,
no next of kin,

which explains why
he was missing for a week

and no one reported it.
- Criminal record?

Other than a few late student
loan payments, this guy's clean.

Yeah, Moore had a brief stint
in the military

eight years ago
before washing out

of Marine Officer Candidate
School after a leg injury.

What about his movements
the night he was killed?

We tracked Moore's steps
with the I.D. he stole

from Senior Chief
Granger.

He used it
to gain access

to the Defense Logistics Agency.

And security cameras at the gate

captured his vehicle
entering the premises

at 2100 hours last Wednesday.

Yeah, he exited
two hours later.

After that,
Moore fell off the grid.

BOLO's already out on the car.

Why'd he sneak into the DLA?

To hack into the DoD's
classified message traffic.

I'm working on
what he accessed,

but sensitive data on
troops' movements overseas

might have been compromised.

And we got a serious
security breach on our hands.

(cell phone rings)
Yeah, it's Gibbs.

KASIE:
Hi, Gibbs. Do you have a minute?

Yeah, be right down.

Find out what Moore was after.

Water currents?

Yeah, you'd think a person
who builds boats

would find tide shifts
more fascinating.

A lead would be
fascinating.

KASIE:
This is the lead.

What, did you think
I invited you down here

for some riveting nonverbal
conversation? (laughs)

Okay, uh, moving on.

So, I have been analyzing
the coastal tide patterns

for the past six days,

working backwards from where
Wesley Moore's body washed up

to determine where his body
first entered the water.

- Narrowed down the search grid.
- Hey!

Now we're on
the same wavelength.

(laughs) Okay.

And not a fan of puns.
Okay, um, good to know.

Okay, if my calculations
are correct,

Moore's body was dumped

somewhere within a two-mile
stretch of shoreline near...

North Old Town.

Uh, Gibbs,
I've got something.

Wesley Moore's e-mail
and phone records indicate

he received several messages
from Captain Alicia Voit,

a Marine stationed
in Kabul, Afghanistan.

And in their last
correspondence,

two weeks ago,
Voit e-mailed Moore

the names of
12 dead Marines.

Please tell me this is
not another hit list.

No.

Not so much.
All of those Marines died

prior to Voit's message
being sent.

Why would she
message a list

of deceased Marines'
names to Moore?

Contact the base
in Kabul.

- Get Voit on MTAC.
- Uh, Gibbs,

that's impossible.

Captain Alicia Voit was killed
in action six days ago,

same day as
our victim,

Wesley Moore.

BISHOP:
Captain Alicia Voit, 30,

a highly decorated
Marine

who was serving her third tour
in Afghanistan.

TORRES: She was killed
six days ago

after her convoy was ambushed
by Taliban insurgents

just outside of Kabul.

McGEE:
The attack was led

by Aazar Atwa,

an extremist responsible
for multiple

U.S. casualties
over the past year.

Captain Voit's body was sent
to Dover Air Force Base.

Her remains are set
to be released tomorrow.

What's her connection
to Wesley Moore?

They met at Marine Officer
Candidate School

eight years ago.

Moore washed out of the program,
but the two remained close.

They were definitely
more than that.

I mean, by their e-mails
and social media posts,

yeah, they were
definitely involved.

Um, I read those letters.

There was nothing
romantic in them.

Bishop.

Single guy, single girl.
Do the math.

News flash, Torres.

Uh, men and women can have
platonic relationships.

Why?

McGee, what about the Intel
Moore hacked from the DLA?

He accessed the non-redacted
after-action reports

on the 12 K.I.A. Marines

Captain Voit listed
in her last e-mail to him.

All were victims of Aazar Atwa's
previous attacks.

GIBBS: Torres, focus
on Kasie's search grid.

Find out where Moore's body
was dumped.

McGee, Bishop,
get your go-bags.

- Go-bags?
- Oh, where are we going?

Afghanistan.

MAN:
Present arms!

♪ ♪

Order arms!

Right or left, face!

Forward march!

You must be Agent Gibbs.

HQ said to expect you.
Colonel Park.

You're the Marine escort
assigned to Captain Voit?

Affirmative. I am tasked
with her final transit home.

The captain's remains should be
released within the hour.

Something wrong?

Colonels aren't usually
assigned these details.

A Marine goes
where he's needed,

Agent Gibbs.

What's your destination?

Strathmere, New Jersey.
Captain Voit's hometown.

Our transport will be departing
at 1000 hours.

Colonel, I'm afraid
there's going to be a delay.

- Excuse me?
- Captain Voit

is now part of an active
murder investigation.

Murder investigation?

I wasn't informed of that.

Her remains are
to be brought

to NCIS until we have
more answers.

I understand your...

your situation, Agent Gibbs,

but I cannot allow that.

It's not a request, Colonel.

It's my duty
to get the captain home

to be laid to rest in two days.

And I'll do everything I can
to ensure that happens.

With all due respect,
that's not good enough for me.

Colonel, there's a possibility
that Captain Voit's death

is connected
to another murder case.

We owe it to
both victims

to find out the truth.

That is something
we do agree on.

All right.

But I'm going with you.

Don't expect me
to leave the captain's side.

Understood.

KASIE:
What kind of mud is this?

It feels like quicksand.

Are you sure this is
the right search grid?

Oh, yeah, positive. Moore's body
had to have entered the water,

like, around here.
(flies buzzing)

Oh, my... oh, my...
oh, my God! Oh, my God!

Oh, my God, did you see
the size of that fly?

It was, like, prehistoric.
(whimpers)

Uh, consider this your crash
course on field agent work.

Yeah, okay, well, getting
covered in grime and, like,

eaten by flies isn't exactly
the high-octane experience

you promised.
- The day's young, sister.

Fine, but if I see
one snake, I am...

(clicks tongue)
I'm out of here.

Wait, snake? What are you...
Wait, what do you mean, snake?

What are you talking
about, snakes?

Oh, yeah. They thrive
in swampy ecosystems.

(groans)

All right, okay.

Well, uh... stay on it.

Get 'er done. I'm gonna...
I'll be right back.

Yeah, that's usually
what someone says

right before they're killed
in a horror movie,

but yeah, I'm sure
this is totally different.

(sighs) I love my job,
I love my job, I love my job,

I love my job. Oof!

Hey, man.

Can I have a word?

Hey, it's about time.

Been out here on
my own all morning.

What, are you waiting
for an invitation?

Start pulling your weight.

Okay, take it down
a notch, buddy. NCIS.

(chuckles)

Sorry about that. I, uh...

I thought you were
one of our volunteers.

He's over an hour
and a half late.

Are you with, uh,
Waterway Volunteers?

Uh, yeah. That's right.

I spent my
morning covering

a half-mile stretch that way.

Why? What's NCIS doing out here?

KASIE:
Nick! Got something!

What kind of car did you say
Wesley Moore had?

It's a silver Ford Focus.

Not bad, Kasie.

Thanks.
(fly buzzing)

Why would a decorated Marine
like Captain Voit get mixed up

with somebody like Wesley Moore?

Well, they're not
that different, Leon.

Both were orphaned as teenagers,
were children of public servants

and shared this pure desire
to serve their country.

Are we talking
about the same Moore?

The one who impersonated
a Navy sailor,

who broke onto a secure
military facility

and hacked into
a confidential DoD server,

putting thousands
of U.S. troops at risk?

Hey, I didn't say
he was perfect.

Well, there's an understatement.

But I don't believe that Moore

accessed those files
for nefarious reasons.

He-he did it to help Voit.

Help how?

Voit was looking for answers.

SLOANE: Right.
On the 12 dead Marines.

She knew that Moore

could hack into DoD's system

and cut through
the governmental red tape.

Yeah, in a highly illegal way.

Which suggests a
sense of urgency.

Now, Captain Voit
reached out to Moore

instead of going through
her chain of command. Why?

'Cause Voit didn't know
who to trust.

Exactly.

You think their deaths
are connected?

100%.

They both died the same day--

one in D.C., one in Afghanistan.

Coordinated attacks, yeah?

And the key to why has to do
with Afghanistan.

And this is usually
the time you tell me

that you've already sent
a team en route.

Sent McGee and Bishop
this morning.

They should be
at Camp Russell any minute.

Don't ask me. I-I don't know
how he does it, either.

(indistinct announcement
over speaker)

The CG's been briefed
on the situation.

He said to assist
in any way possible.

When can we speak with him?
Well, he's finishing up

with a new Marine detachment
that arrived today.

Thought, uh, U.S. forces
were supposed to be

withdrawing from Afghanistan.
- That was the plan.

But with the Taliban's
attacks increasing

and their grip on
Kabul strengthening,

the withdrawal's
been put on hold.

So you're familiar
with Aazar Atwa?

Yes, ma'am. You'd be
hard-pressed to find

a Marine here
who isn't.

We've lost a lot of good people
because of him.

Captain Voit was just
the most recent casualty.

You could say Atwa is public
enemy number one around here.

Agents Bishop
and McGee.

I'm General Braxton,
CG of Camp Russell.

- Appreciate the assistance, General.
- Of course.

Captain Voit was one of our own.

We want her to have justice.

And it looks like you both have
arrived just in time to see it.

How's that?

I received word from our patrol

in the northeast sector
who were conducting a raid

of a suspected Taliban
safe house.

- Did they find the weapons cache?
- Better.

They found Aazar Atwa.

Wh-Where's Atwa now?

En route back to our base,
under heavy guard.

You have questions
about Captain Voit's death?

You'll soon get the chance
to question her killer

face-to-face.

Are you sure there's nothing
I can get for you, Colonel?

No. Thank you. I'm fine.

Do you mind me asking what's,
uh... what's in the bag?

Contains Captain Voit's
personal effects.

JIMMY: Ah. Yeah, I couldn't
help but notice that...

you won't let it out of
your sight, even for a second.

Per DoD regulations,

a fallen service member's
personal effects

shall remain in the escort's
possession at all times

until directly delivered
to the next of kin.

JIMMY:
Mm-hmm.

You know, I can't imagine a more
difficult detail for a Marine

to be assigned than escorting
a fallen brother or sister home.

I suspect your job
is not much different, Doctor.

Yeah. It's a, uh...
it's a struggle at times.

But I take comfort
in knowing that we're helping

to provide with some closure.

My comfort is inconsequential.

Those that make
the ultimate sacrifice

for this country

deserve to be brought home
with honor.

(door opens)

Duck, what do we know?

DUCKY: An examination
of Captain Voit

could not be performed since

she has already been
processed for burial.

But the records from
Kabul and Dover

are very thorough.

The captain was first struck
with two bullets to the chest.

Uh, despite
her grave condition,

she managed to take
out four insurgents

before the third and
fatal blow to the head.

She never gave up.

That's a Marine.

Okay. We are done here.

- Colonel?
- I complied with your request,

Agent Gibbs. I allowed you
to bring Captain Voit here,

against my better judgment.

As your doctors
have just pointed out,

she is of no further use to you.

Release her remains,
and allow me

to finish my mission.

Evidence is still
being processed.

Our investigation isn't over.

But my cooperation is.

W-We'll give you two a moment.

- What's this?
- A memo,

from the Secretary of Defense,

ensuring your
full cooperation.

Explain to me how the captain
can be involved

in a murder in the States
when she was in Afghanistan.

This makes no sense.

I'm doing my job!

I thought you were
a Marine, Gibbs.

If you were,
you'd have her back.

Her burial is in 36 hours.

I will get her there.

(elevator bell dings)

Hey, Kasie.

How you doing?

On a scale of one to ten?

We're in the negatives.

- Whoa.
- Yeah, tell me about it.

I tried being a field agent,
and it bit me.

Look at me.

It's like a
connect-the-dots sheet.

(laughs)

I'm not really laughing.

Okay, well, since work is
one of the only things

distracting me from
the urge to itch,

I'm just gonna
jump right in.

I didn't find any usable
prints in Wesley Moore's car,

but I hit the jackpot
with the rear body damage.

Check this out.

(typing)
This is a surveillance image

of Moore leaving the DLA

on the night that he was killed.
You notice anything?

- Taillight and fender are intact.
- Yeah.

Meaning this vehicle was damaged
later that night,

before he was killed.

So, if he was being tailed,
the killer must have, uh,

caused a fender bender
to get Moore out of the car.

So I pulled a second
paint profile

of the killer's car
in question. Whoo!

Try saying that
five times fast. (laughs)

And it is a lacquer-based red
with a metallic base coat.

Okay, hundreds of cars
match that.

Actually, since it's
one of the most used

paint types in production,

the number's more
in the thousands.

How do you suggest
we narrow down our suspects?

Well, with, uh,
persistence, diligence,

and our combined
computer skills.

Combined? (laughs)
What am I, Bishop or McGee?

No, I'm more of, like,

a physical specimen,
man, you know?

You know, punching,
intimidating,

that's more my thing.
- Mm, okay.

I trekked through a swamp
for you, Nicholas.

So, if you bail on me now,
you're just gonna find

a slithering copperhead snake
in your desk drawer.

Ooh, or in your bed.

(gasps) Or worse.

(sighs) Is it just me,

or does this feel...
Too easy?

No, it's not just you.

He looks pretty carefree
for a captured terrorist.

You gonna translate?

No. I don't need to,

'cause he can understand us
just fine.

Isn't that right?

Yes, I can.

Sorry, does something amuse you?

This. All of it.

Well, let me show you
what I don't find funny.

Alicia Voit,

Max Wiezman,

Anna Gutierrez,

Tyson Eccles, Nolan Takahamo.

Should I continue?

- Those names mean nothing to me.
- Well, they should.

They're the names of some
of the Marines you killed.

Again...

...they mean nothing to me.

So you don't deny it?

Why deny what I'm proud of?

Well, if you're so proud,
tell us about her.

She was part of the convoy
you hit last week.

I remember.

The sky was so clear that day.

We could see their vehicle
from miles away,

unfortunately for her.

Wasn't that easy.

Captain Voit killed
four of your men

before you could finish her off.

Guess you underestimated her.

Are we going to continue
this game,

or do you want to know
the truth about my attacks?

Tell us.

Only if I get something
in return.

My freedom.

How original.

You're a terrorist
who killed 13 U.S. Marines.

Hope you enjoy
those shackles,

'cause you're gonna
be living in a cell

for the rest of your life.
Let's go.

I had help,

from an American.

Now do I have your attention?

You were working
with an American?

Prove it.

My freedom for a traitor

who's been betraying
your country.

Fair trade,

don't you think?

Atwa's out of his damn mind.

The U.S. government will not d
a deal with a known terrorist.

I understand, Director,
but Atwa claims

he's been working with
an American on the inside.

Atwa's smart.

He'll say whatever
we want to hear

if it means securing
his release.

We have no guarantee
what he gives us is the truth.

Yes, and normally, Sloane,
I would agree with you,

but not this time. I-I really
don't think he's bluffing.

Bishop, what do you know?

Look, I-I've dealt with
insurgents like Atwa before.

He-he's not agitated,
nervous or volatile.

He is, in fact, assured,

like someone who knows
that they have the advantage.

12 dead Marines.

What about them?

Transports were hit
by the Taliban.

Convoy routes are changed
at the last minute.

BISHOP:
Yeah.

Someone had to be
directly relaying

their movements to Atwa.

Well, even if that's true,
it doesn't erase the fact

that Atwa's caused
the deaths of multiple troops.

He wants to talk, Leon.

Well, then get him to talk,
but he's not getting a deal.

Is that clear?

Uh, yes, yes, Director.

Gibbs?

His friends don't need
to know that.

Colonel, it's late.

Got a room waiting for you
at the BOQ.

That won't be necessary.
I'm doing fine.

DoD escorts are permitted

to leave
service members' remains

at a secure location.

I know what the
regulations say.

I just don't feel right
leaving the captain alone.

Yeah, figured you were gonna
say something like that.

What are you doing?

I'm getting you a cot.

- I told you, I'm fine.
- Yeah, yeah, I know, you're fine.

I got it, okay.

Got to sleep somewhere.

Hey, take it
or leave it.

Your call.

I owe you an apology

for what I said earlier, Gibbs.

It was wrong to question
your service.

I've been there, Colonel.

It is not easy

getting assigned
an escort detail.

No.

No, it's not.

It's even harder
if you volunteered for it.

Was it that obvious?

(chuckles)

How'd you know Captain Voit?

I was the one who recruited her.

Met Voit ten years ago.

She had just lost both of
her parents the winter before.

She was putting herself
through college.

She was a real hard worker,
and good head on her shoulders.

Marine material.

I can always tell within a...

within a minute
of meeting somebody

whether they have what it takes.

Voit did.

I was the one

who swore her in,

so I should be the one
to bring her home,

just like I did
for all the other

fallen Marines
that I've recruited.

How many?

One is too many.

You're not responsible
for their deaths, Colonel.

You've lost people, right?

As a Marine,

as an agent?

Did you not feel responsible?

They were just...
just kids who...

joined the military
under my guidance.

I'll carry their deaths with me

every day.

I owe them that much.

- Where are we going?
- Transferring you.

To Guantanamo Bay, Cuba.

Hope you like humidity
and solitary.

Is that supposed to frighten me?

No, but putting you in a cell
with Gibbs may.

BISHOP:
Last chance, Atwa.

Tell us the American
you're working with.

Not until I'm released.
May want to rethink that.

I can't imagine your fellow
insurgents would look favorably

on you working with us.

The fate of an American
isn't their concern.

They know I would
never betray them.

Well, unless we spread word
around town

that you gave them up
for your freedom.

We can be very convincing.

They'll see you as a
traitor and a liability.

You won't last one minute
outside those gates,

not without our protection.

So, if you enjoy
breathing,

I suggest you start talking

and tell us who
your American contact is.

Very well.

12 months ago, I began receiving
intelligence from a source.

(gunshot, bullet whizzing)
(Atwa groans)

(soldiers shouting)

What the hell happened, McGee?

Sniper fire from the mountains.

No one had eyes on the shooter.

Did Atwa give you anything?

He was about to
when the gunfire started.

Well, someone wanted
to shut him up.

Which means we got
a mole on our hands

with advanced sniper training.

That's perfect.

The details of Atwa's transfer
never left Camp Russell.

So it had to be
someone in-house.

Bishop's going through
all the personnel files now.

Listen to me, McGee,
you find him!

I'm not sure I can stare
at this screen much longer.

This glare is making me squint,

and this face doesn't do
wrinkles.

Come on, team.

Sure, we pulled
an all-nighter

combing traffic-cam footage,
and we're no closer

to finding our suspect, but
we're in this together, right?

Friends helping friends.
Jimmy,

stop talking.

Hey, Jimmy.

When'd you get here?

Oh, boy.

The top o' the morning to you.

I bring much-needed
sustenance.

Two black coffees.

There we are.
And, uh,

one large double mocha

frozen blend
with whipping cream

and chocolate chips,
and a drizzle of caramel.

Yes. (chuckles)
Mm.

Now, that hits the spot.

You can eat that
and still look like that?

Man, life's not fair.

Jimmy, uh, you disgust me.
(computer beeps)

Hey... got something.

Red truck matching
our description.

Ooh, complete with
front bumper damage.

Where was this picture taken?

Traffic cam,
ten miles from where

Moore's car was found

on the night he was killed.

Who's the truck registered to?

KASIE:
Xavier Blackburn.

Civilian from Falls Church.

Hey, I ran into this guy
at the marsh.

He said he was with
Waterway Volunteers.

Uh, there's no Xavier Blackburn
listed on their crew roster.

Then what was he doing
at the marsh?

Doing what all guilty people do.

Covering his tracks.

So, let me see
if I got this right.

Volunteering my time
makes me a murder suspect?

Talk about "no good deed."

Okay, so no one at
Waterway Volunteers

has ever heard of you.

I'm new. They must have lost
my paperwork.

We didn't.

"Xavier Blackburn, 33."

Spent six years
as a contractor

for a private military
firm in Arlington.

Until you were fired

because of behavioral issues.

"Increasingly
violent outbursts

and blatant disregard
for protocol."

I had an occasional disagreement

with a few short-sighted
superiors.

I'm sure you can relate.

Nice truck.

At least it was.
We... we tracked it down

to a body shop near your house.

And guess what.

The paint on your bumper was
a match to Wesley Moore's car.

Moore stole U.S. intelligence.

Did you know that?

He was a risk
to national security

and needed to be stopped.

Moore was investigating
an American

who was aiding the Taliban.

He wasn't the traitor, genius.

No, you're wrong.
He told me Moore was dangerous.

He?

He said that if I neutralized
the threat,

he would reinstate me,
and I would get my job back.

Who gave you the order?

The patrol will leave
at 0500 hours.

Jennings, you're driving lead.

Dunne and Falconio,
you're on the flank.

- Kinneman.
- Yeah.

Keep your eyes peeled
for insurgent activity.

Rumors of Atwa's death
are no doubt

circulating throughout the city,

so retribution is expected.

BISHOP:
You're right about that.

I'm sorry, Agents,
but this is a secure briefing.

It's too late
for that, General.

Your patrol route's
already been compromised,

and not by us.

What are you talking about?

Go ahead, tell 'em.

I don't know what you mean.

All right,
I'll give you a hint.

One word, begins
with the letter "T."

Rhymes with "reason."

Well, someone better start
making sense real soon.

Kinneman here was leaking
your transport routes

to Aazar Atwa.

That's a lie.

BISHOP:
Really? All right.

Does this guy look familiar?

Your former coworker
and accomplice,

Xavier Blackburn?

He's in NCIS custody.

Gave you up in record time.

Do... do not
listen to them.

This is a setup.

Kinneman's a military
contractor.

Why would he be helping
the Taliban?

BISHOP:
Simple economics.

U.S. forces pull out of Kabul,

his lucrative defense
contracts disappear.

If enemy attacks
increase in the area,

U.S. military strengthens
their presence,

securing your funding.

So you started passing Intel
to Atwa

on certain convoys to attack.

McGEE: But Captain Voit
started digging around,

and you had to
put an end to it.

Then you had Atwa
strike Voit's convoy.

Then you shot Atwa before
he could give you up.

McGEE:
Easy target for someone

with advanced sniper training,
such as yourself.

BISHOP:
Come on, Kinneman,

these guys deserve to know.

How much were those
Marines' lives worth, huh?

Five million? Ten?

(stammers)
It wasn't about money.

Are you kidding me?!
If the military withdraws

and the Taliban takes control
of this area again,

then what were the last
15 years of fighting even for?

McGEE: Hey, 14 people are
dead because of you.

You're as much a terrorist
as anyone like Atwa.

Put your hands
behind your back.

(elevator bell dings)

Hey, Doctor, I need
your signature

on this body transfer.

- What's going on?
- I am properly

displaying your artwork.

All these should be
shown and admired.

I can't believe
that you did this.

I am touched.

Oh, consider it
a parting gift.

Parting gift?
You going somewhere?

Indeed I am.

You can call it
a globetrotting adventure.

But you just got back.

(chuckles)

You have proven yourself
more than capable

in the last year, Dr. Palmer.

I have no doubt that
you'll continue

to hold the fort while I'm gone.

Sure, but you will
be back, right?

Of course.

And when I return
in the new year,

I shall have many more
stories to relate.

Well, that's great.

What's the first stop
on your vacation gonna be?

Something, uh, exotic?

Maybe the pyramids,
Great Wall of China?

The Serengeti?

Mount Rushmore.

South Dakota.
In the middle of winter.

Mm.
(chuckles)

You are one in a million,
Doctor.

True.

(both chuckle)

Thank you for your
cooperation, Colonel.

You know, this escort
mission has top priority.

I should be the one
thanking you, Gibbs.

Those responsible
for Captain Voit's death

have been brought
to justice.

I only wish that could happen
for every fallen service member.

What time is the
captain's funeral?

0900 hours tomorrow.

Strathmere, New Jersey.

That's about a five-hour drive.
Looking for a navigator?

You have your go-bag, Gunny?

Already packed.
It's in the car.

Company would be nice.

I know Voit would
appreciate having

another Marine there
to see her off.

My honor.

You would have really
liked her, Gibbs.

She was as determined
as they come.

Never backed down from a fight.

♪ ♪

Shall we?

Yeah.

Rest easy, Marine.

We got the watch.

(engines start)

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