NCIS (2003–…): Season 18, Episode 16 - Rule 91 - full transcript
While pursuing a dangerous arms dealer, the team is shocked when Bishop shows new impressive abilities. Gibbs and Marcie suspect that the killer they've been tracking may be onto them.
Target secure.
Sending out the hostage.
Coming in from the back.
Knight's gonna be working
on the investigation with us.
Was it worth it?
Some things, Bishop,
they have a cost.
I'm Marcie, by the way.
I knew the murder victim.
Hannah. The killer
is still out there.
I want you to help me find him.
So now there are three.
This is starting
to look like a...
Serial killer.
Yeah.
Talk to me, Bishop.
Still breathing, McGee.
Hold your position.
Backup's on the way.
[speaking Albanian]
Can't wait. Two shots left.
Cover me.
I got to get a better angle.
Don't do it, Ellie.
You move, you get shot.
Cover me. Three, two, one.
Ellie?
I'm okay, I'm okay. I'm not hit.
TORRES: Here are the guns
they were trying to sell.
And the guy who ran?
Escaped out the back.
These two?
Uh, dead.
Mm, they sure as hell are.
Hmm.
What?
♪
Mm-hmm.
Hmm?
What...
the hell was that?
Hmm. Good morning
to you, too, Nick.
Good morning? That's it.
We're gonna pretend like you
didn't go Lara Croft last night?
Shooting, sliding,
shooting?
And don't give me any
"those were lucky shots,"
because luck has nothing
to do with that.
I want answers.
So do I, Agent Torres.
Why did you turn that warehouse
into a shooting gallery?
I authorized
an undercover gun buy.
Yes, and that is what it was
supposed to be, Director.
The plan was for Torres and
McGee to pose as buyers,
so we could figure out who was
selling stolen Navy weapons.
But we got made.
How?
I don't know.
As soon as McGee and I walked
in, they started shooting.
And Agent Bishop shot back.
Oh, yeah, she did.
She killed two
out of the three gun dealers.
But not the dealer
that this whole operation
was meant to take down?
No. The top guy,
known as Mr. Flori,
is the guy who got away.
Any ID on his friends?
No, they, uh,
they travelled light.
No wallets, just burn phones,
and their fingerprints
aren't in the system.
Where's McGee?
He's down with Kasie.
They're trying to hack
the dead guys'
burn phones.
Not trying. Succeeding.
Got in, found out that both
suspects have been calling
the same number almost
every day this week.
Did you trace the number?
I did.
To a landline.
Got an address.
MARCIE: Put down the
hammer, Gibbs.
The seas have parted,
the sun is shining,
I made a spreadsheet
and it has paid off.
Did you hear me?
Whoa. Good morning.
[chuckles]:
Need more coffee?
[laughs softly]
No.
See, this is the part
where you're supposed to say,
"Wow, Marcie, that is great.
What did you find?" and I say,
"I found another pattern."
For the love of God.
Here, just-just look
at these dates.
Look at the dates.
Hannah was killed
100 days after Brian.
The third victim was killed
exactly 100 days after that.
I mean, so what
do you call that?
Our serial killer
has a pattern.
Okay, what is wrong with you?
Nothing.
You are pricklier than normal.
No, no, I'm-I'm good.
You're not. Tell me.
Hey, will you stop
with the questions?
Look, I'm not
one of your stories.
Anymore, you mean.
Come on, what's
going on with you?
You have a thorn in your paw?
A hole in your boat?
Boat's done.
[clears throat]
Oh.
[laughs]
Well, that's interesting.
What?
Oh, I don't know. You...
...day-drinking from a jar.
Maybe building the boat meant
more than finishing the boat?
If your chart's right,
there should be
another dead body out there
100 days from the third.
Right, which would've been
last month.
But, trust me,
I have stayed up nights looking
and I can't find anything.
Doesn't mean it's not there.
Wow.
I just can't believe
I didn't think of that
before I ran down
all those stairs.
Not to diminish your talent
as an excellent boat builder,
but you are also
a detective, right?
I mean,
I could use a little help here.
Expand the search. Look
into missing persons.
Could be another body out
there from last month
that hasn't showed up yet.
Oh.
Right.
Thank you, Gibbs.
I appreciate it.
Oh, and by the way,
if it makes you feel any better,
um, well, it's not done yet.
What?
It's bad luck to launch
a boat without a name.
Clear.
Clear.
Clear.
And by clear, I
mean, like, empty.
Like, no furniture,
not even a, uh...
Phone.
Well, I was gonna say couch,
but yeah, no phone.
No, I mean, there's-there's
got to be a landline around here
somewhere, that's how
we found this place.
I didn't see one.
Uh, I got a jack in here.
Guys.
What you got?
Crawl space.
BISHOP:
Well, I'd say we found
their stash house.
Yeah, and these are
some big guns.
All stamped:
"U.S. Government."
This is strange. Found this
in there. NSA documents.
Huh.
Well, this is
all classified.
Why would gunrunners, uh,
have stolen NSA intel?
'Cause they're not
just selling weapons.
They're selling secrets.
McGEE:
All right, what does it say?
This report details
a secret op where the U.S.
used Syrian refugees as bait
to lure an al-Qaeda leader
out of hiding.
Is that even legal?Legal, yes.
Ethical? Hmm.
No wonder the NSA
didn't want those details
to see the light of day.
It still doesn't explain
how a bunch of, uh,
gun nuts stole
the classified file.
That's a question
for the NSA.
Well, we've looped
them in already.
They're investigating now.
KNIGHT:
I can help you with that.
Director Vance gave me
this empty desk
so I could type up my
after action report
from the explosion that...
Anyway,
I've worked with the NSA
on dozens of joint ops,
so I have a couple of contacts
over there that I could call.
And, yes, I was eavesdropping.
We appreciate the
offer, Agent Knight,
but, uh, actually, Bishop
has this one covered.
She was an analyst there
when this report was written.
BISHOP:
Uh, well, that was
over ten years ago, McGee,
and most of my contacts
are gone by now.
Uh, so anything
you could dig up.
On it. I could use
a distraction anyway.
[phone ringing]
Jimmy's got something.
All right, well...
I guess, uh, keep digging,
so we can ID
these arms dealers.
[door opens, bells jingle]
[Southern accent]:
I'd love a ginger ale, please.
Hi, Kase.
[regular accent, whispering]:
I have the item.
Why are you whispering?
Why are you not?
Because there's no reason to.
[chuckles]
[laughs]
[regular volume]:
Thank goodness.
I-I didn't know the protocol.
When you first asked me
for a bug detector,
my mind starting
working overtime,
thinking, you know, maybe you
were in trouble or something.
[both chuckle]
Are you in trouble or something?
Uh, or something.
Ah.
Here you go.
How do you use this?
Oh, it's completely idiot-proof.
Uh, but a quick overview
never hurt.
So, you just press...
this button to turn it on,
and then you just sort of
sweep it in front of you
as you walk
through the room.
If it detects
a listening device
or anything transmitting
an RF signal, it beeps.
The closer you get,
the louder it beeps.
There you go, hon.Great.
So, are you being bugged?
Not at this second.
Enjoy your ginger ale.
Well...
And there is the bullet hole
through your right ventricle.
You know, your pal over there
got shot through the heart,
as well,
which you might find
quite incredible
if you weren't,
uh, you know...
Hey, Jimmy.
What you got for me?
I have a question.
Is it true that Bishop
was doing some crazy slide move
when she fired off
both the fatal shots?
Yeah.
Wow. That is two bull's-eyes.
That is, like,
some video game-level stuff.
Is it just me,
or has she, uh,
become
quite the marksman lately?
No, not just you.
But, hey, right now, I would
rather you and I talk about...
Our two dead arms dealers.
Got anything
that can help us ID them?
It's a long shot, but maybe.
Apples.
I found this
in the stomachs
of both of our suspects,
which means they shared
a final meal together,
and that meal included...
Apples.
Maybe apples.
Like I said, I-I can't tell.
So I'm sending it up
to Kasie for analysis.
But if she
can ID the fruit,
then maybe it'll help you find
the bad guy that got away.
How, exactly?
I-I don't know.
Th-That's your job. I'm... Y...
I do this,
and then you solve the crimes.
Thanks, Jimmy.
Told you it was a long shot!
["Runnin' Down a Dream"
by Tom Petty playing]
♪ It was a beautiful day
♪ The sun beat down
♪ I had the radio on
♪ I was drivin'...
Hey. Boy, you were right.
I found
somebody
really interesting.
[loudly]:
God, I love this song.
♪ Little Runaway
Okay.
[volume increases]
Brings back a lot of memories.
♪ Yeah,
runnin' down a dream... ♪
Someone
might be listening.
What?
I've had somebody following me.
♪ Goin' wherever it leads...
I found a bug in my basement.
D-Do you think it's the killer?
I don't know.
But if they're watching me,
Marcie, they're watching you.
[exhales]
♪ I felt so good...
You think this office
could be bugged?
I don't know. Maybe.
♪ And rubbed my eyes
♪ The last three days
♪ The rain was unstoppable
♪ It was always cold
♪ No sunshine
♪ Yeah,
runnin' down a dream... ♪
No.
I am not walking away.
It's why.
I've been working on this...
It's why you walk away.
Marcie,
don't become the story.
[beeps]
[beeping]
[beeping louder]
♪
[chuckles]
RADIO DEEJAY:
And that was
Tom Petty with his classic
"Runnin' Down a Dream."
It began
when he was just 11 years old
when he had a chance
to meet Elvis,
who happened
to be filming a movie...
Well, hey, you are right.
...called Follow That Dream.
That is a great song.
Oh, yeah.
I mean, come on.
Petty?
So, um, have you had any luck?
Nope.
I hit a brick wall.
I'm stuck, too.
So, are you thinking
that my serial killer theory
is wrong?
I think
the murders don't connect.
So maybe
we're just chasing a ghost.
No, no, not me. I'm done.
Take care, Marcie.
Okay. See ya.
Thanks, Gibbs.
Mark 12 Mod 1 SPR.
Mod 1 SPR, check.
It's a SEAL Team rifle.
Gas-operated,
rotating bolt, semiautomatic.
Damn.
What?
Well, I'm just thinking
that maybe NCIS
needs bigger guns.
Ha. Yeah, that's just
what the world needs:
a few more guns
they can't keep track of.
And the NSA
can't keep track
of their highly
classified documents.
Yeah. Well,
whoever took them
from the NSA's
code-level servers risked
a lot more than their career.
Yes, they did.
Director, everything okay?
I just got off the phone
with NSA.
They did a
forensic back trace
on those documents.
They feel pretty confident as to
who originally leaked the file.
It was you, Agent Bishop.
I understand
this comes as a shock.
Well, that's putting it mildly,
Deputy Director Ellis.
NSA is accusing one of my agents
of violating the Espionage Act.
Which is why I thought
we would be speaking in private.
I think Agent Bishop
deserves to hear directly
from her accuser.
[sighs]
Very well.
In an effort to trace how
and when the "Syrian Refugee"
intel was leaked,
our agency has been combing
through database records.
And all of our findings
point back to a single source:
former NSA analyst
Eleanor Bishop.
Yeah, well,
your findings are wrong.
Agent Bishop. Ma'am,
is there any chance
that your evidence
could have been altered?
You're asking
if Agent Bishop is being framed?
Ma'am, your intel was
found in the possession
of illegal arms dealers.
It's possible that they
were planning to use it
to blackmail her in order
to get us to back off.
It doesn't explain the fact
that the data
was leaked ten years ago,
long before your arms dealers
were in the picture.
And you're certain
of your time frame?
I'm sorry.
But former analyst Bishop
is the only person
to access this specific data
on that specific date.
Deputy Director,
with your permission,
NCIS would like to
review your findings
and conduct our own internal
investigation first.
You have 24 hours.
Thank you.
We're coming for you,
Agent Bishop.
Sir...
You don't have
to defend yourself to me.
I believe in your innocence
wholeheartedly.
Thank you.
Even still,
until this is cleared up,
I'm gonna need you to go home.
What?
NCIS has had enough drama
these last couple of months.
[exhales]
I'm not Gibbs.
Meaning what?
Meaning I'm innocent.
And hopefully,
your team will be
able to prove that.
And then everyone, including
the NSA, will know the truth.
Go home, Agent Bishop.
Kasie. How's it going
with the apples?
Fruit has to wait.
What in the world
is going on with Bishop?
Ah. Um, it's-it's just a-a
misunderstanding. Hopefully.
Hopefully? Don't you mean it's
obviouslya misunderstanding?
She's the last person
who'd leak classified documents.
Kasie, I know. I know.
She's...
We all know,
and we're gonna figure it out.
But first... But first,
is she being framed?
If so, why? Okay?
How did the arms dealer
even get the documents
to begin with?
Okay, these are all
great questions that we are
gonna ask the arms dealer
once we find him, but first,
we have to find him, so...
You're right.
Feast your eyes
on the crataegus pinnatifida,
better known
as the Chinese hawthorn.
So not an apple?
Uh,
no, but similar. It's used
in a Northern
Chinese delicacy
called bingtanghulu.
Very hard to find in the States.
And believe me,
I've been trying.
All right.
Well, let's keep trying.
Figure out
where they ate the bing,
and we just might find
our arms dealer.
Great work, Kase. Thank you.
Ah, anytime.
And Bishop didn't do it!
I know.
[footsteps approaching]
Rule 91?
I'm drawing a blank.
Which one is that?
Oh, it's the one
that comes after 90.
Hmm.
McGee and Torres called,
told me what happened.
Mm.
[blows]
You okay?
Yeah. No, I'm good.
[inhales deeply]
I mean, I've been better.
You know what? I-I'm pissed.
You want to talk about it?
That's why I'm here.
Okay.
Let's talk.
Who are you pissed at?
[liquid pours]
The NSA?
Ah.
Vance.
You.
Me?
Mm.
What'd I do?
We're supposed to be a team,
Gibbs,
and you have kept us all
in the dark.
About what?
We have no clue
when or even if
you're coming back.
That's a question for Vance,
not me.
I'm suspended, remember?
Okay. Big deal.
Me, too.
Okay. Then you should know
that we don't decide
if or when we come back.
No. No, you're right.
But we do decide
when we're ready to cut bait
and move on.
Whoa. Wait.
[chuckles];
You think I've moved on?
You know, I think
Vance made it really clear
that all you had to do
to get reinstated
was just to express
a little remorse.
There's not a chance in hell
I'm gonna apologize
to that dog-killing...
Not him.
Us.
Is that why you're here, Bishop?
You want me to say I'm sorry?
I want you to say something,
Gibbs.
I-I want you to stop hiding.
I'm not hiding.
You-you disappeared
without a word.
Sometimes there's nothing left
to be said.
[sighs]
What is this about
really, Bishop?
Because you picked a hell
of a time
in your life to come at me.
Well, there's a lot about
my life that you don't know.
Yeah, I am starting
to realize that.
Huh.
You're not ever
coming back, are you?
Yes, it's real.
It's spelled
B-I-N-G... tanghulu.
Thanks.
No luck?
Stores don't have it,
farmers markets don't have it.
Nobody even knows what the hell
that the thing is.
Oh, Chinese restaurants do.
I found three
that have it on their menu.
They're sending over
security footage
of their dining rooms now.
Tim, why are you calling
restaurants?
I told you I would handle it.
You only have 24 hours
to do your computer magic
and find out
how Bishop is being framed.
I'm trying, okay? It's just...
What?
I've run a forensic
back trace, okay,
I've checked swap files,
I've pored over every inch
of slack space
on those drives, and
I've come to the same conclusion
the NSA has.
So you're both wrong.
I hope so.
I mean, yeah, we...
we have to be.
I just can't figure out how.
Because you're too worried
with this bingtang-whatevers
to be focused, man. Just...
give me the restaurant's
footage, I'll watch it.
Nick, it's hours
and hours of work, okay?
With-with Gibbs gone
and-and Bishop at home...
KNIGHT:
Put me in, Coach.
Sound really travels in here.
Okay, again, Agent Knight,
we appreciate the offer, but...
But we accept.
Okay, but you're gonna need
a photo of the suspects
for reference.
I can download them.
And then I can
give Jimmy a call
and ask him when,
based on digestion time,
he thinks
they ate their last meal.
And now you can focus on proving
why and how Bishop was framed.
McGEE:
Thanks.
Yeah.
And speaking of the devil...
Bishop?
Bishop?
What the hell was that?
Agent Bishop.
Director.
I thought we agreed
you'd remain at home
for a few days.
We did.
Then why are you here?
Agent Bishop,
let me put your mind at ease.
This agency will defend you
vigorously no matter...Don't.
Don't what?
Don't... defend me.
Why?
NSA's intel was correct.
I did it.
I leaked that file.
Bishop actually confessed?
That's what Vance said.
There's no way
that she leaked that intel.
She told Vance she did.
Said that she wishes
she would have come clean
about it years ago.
Where is she now?
Going home.
Vance fired her?
No. She quit.
What is going on?
[sighs]
She doesn't want NCIS
getting caught up
in what's bound to happen next.
A criminal investigation?
She admitted
to committing espionage, Nick.
She could lose a lot more
than her badge.
But she didn't do it, and
she's not answering her phone.
How am I supposed
to talk to her, Tim?
Obviously, she's not ready
to talk to us yet.
[sighs]
What happened is awful, okay?
And we're gonna
be there for her
when she's ready.
But right now,
you and I need to be here.
We need to focus
on finding
this arms dealer, okay?
Agent Knight?
Yeah?
Actually, hold that thought.
[sighs]
Sorry. I can't keep doing
this over-the-hedge thing.
I'm starting to feel
like Tim Allen's neighbor
in Home Improvement.
First of all,
let me say,
I am so sorry
to hear about Bishop.
Is there anything I can do?
Well, we're just
kind of digesting
everything right now.
Listen, you've been
looking at, uh, all
the security footage
from the restaurants.
Any sign
of Mr. Flori or his guys?
Nothing. Sorry.
But I do have
another idea.
Maybe the reason why we're not
seeing Mr. Flori and his boys
is because
the food was delivered.
That's good. We should call,
uh, food delivery apps.
Already have, and so far,
I found four bingtanghulus
that were
delivered that day.
I've sent Kasie the names
of the customers,
and she's backgrounding them
now.
But I do have two more apps that
I need to make my way through.
Okay. Nice.
Great. Thank you.
Why don't you give her a hand?
Where are you going, Tim?
Hey!
You didn't even let me
get out of the parking lot.
Well, you didn't seem
to be in much of a rush.
I got nowhere to be.
Bishop, what were you thinking?
[scoffs]
It doesn't matter. It's done.
Well, it matters to me.
I get that, but I don't want
to talk about it.
No, Bishop. No, no, no.
That's not good enough, okay?
You and I have been
through too much together
for you to box me out like this.
Okay, look,
the NSA program was wrong.
Capturing al-Qaeda leaders
is wrong?
No.
But the way
they went about it was wrong.
Using innocent people as pawns--
that's wrong.
Okay,
they may not have been
so innocent.
I dug deeper into that program.
NSA had
intel that a lot
of those refugees
were actually foreign fighters
using civilians as cover.
Yes, that intel was from one
source, an unreliable source
that we should not have trusted.
Please tell me that you regret
leaking those documents.
I regret
not leaking them sooner.
I-I maybe could have saved
a bunch of lives.
Did it ever occur to you
to maybe just file
a whistleblower report?
Oh, come on, McGee. We all know
what happens to whistleblowers.
The-the reports get buried,
and-and they get fired.
The system is broken.
Bishop, if you keep talking
like this,
we are not gonna be able
to protect you.
I don't want protection!
If you're asking
if I feel guilty about betraying
my co-workers, yes, I do.
It kills me that-that I lied
to the people I was closest to.
But that was
years ago,
and I have put that behind me.
It wasn't years ago for us.
[sighs]
Bishop, the fact that you
could do something like that,
just bury it
for all these years,
like it never even happened...
What else don't we know?
[dove cooing]
[bird calling mournfully]
What are you doing here?
Clearly, the same thing you are.
I asked you to stay away
from this investigation.
You did.
Somebody knows that we're
digging into these murders.
They're not happy.
Well, you know
the old adage--
every news story
pisses someone off.
This is a serial killer.
So, the press should give
serial killers a free pass?
I'm saying
it's dangerous.
I'm aware.
And quite frankly, I'm nervous.
But I've grown a pretty
thick skin over the years.
Look,
I appreciate your concern.
I-I do. It's endearing.
But there's a story
to be written here,
and I'm writing it. Capisce?
So, would you like
to compare notes
on our potential fourth victim--
Camila Salas?
I mean... [chuckles]
We're both out here
to look at her boat,
so we're obviously
on the same track.
So, according to police reports,
the cops speculated
that this boat
was used to dump her body.
But they searched this lake,
and they didn't find anything.
Think they were looking
in the wrong place.
Hmm.
Pine cones?
Found 'em in the boat.
Well, there you go.
No.
Those are eastern whites.
These are sugar pines.
They're not from around here?
No.
Only the north shore.
Ah.
Where the cops
never searched. Wow.
Good work.
But the north shore is
inaccessible by land. I mean,
how are we gonna get
up there to search...?
No, not "we."
Oh, no. No.
Oh, no, no, no. Oh, I knew
you were gonna pull this.
No. I'll get back
to you, Marcie.
Gibbs, you're gonna...Capisce?
Damn it.
And for your loyalty,
you'll be entered
into our free dinner giveaway.
Thank you for calling
HomeStretchEatz.
HomeStretchEatz?
Oh, uh, one
of the home-delivery apps
that picked up
from the three
Chinese restaurants.
I'm calling all
the customers who ordered
to make sure they are
who they
claimed to be.
What's with all the food?
Oh, well.
I had to download the app
for research,
and I saw the menus, and
I sort of got a hankering, so...
Totally get it. Ma-po tofu?
Hmm. Sweet and sour pork.
Nice.
Kase, did you find
something or not?
Clock is ticking on Bishop.
Uh, you're right. How is she?
I wouldn't know.
You haven't spoken to her?
Customers, Kase.
Right. I, um, found
12 customers who
ordered the bing.
They all checked
out except for one.
TORRES:
Randall Pink.
Randall Pink doesn't exist.
Either Randall really
didn't want anyone
to know what food
he ordered, or...
Or he is our arms dealer--
Mr. Flori.
You have your vest handy?
Always.
[knock]
Boss?
[door closes]
Hey.
Hey.
I'm sorry to barge in here.
You have a second?
[sighs]
Yeah.
Always.
Good,
'cause I don't know
who else to talk to.
What is...
what is all this, boss?
Um...
spring cleaning.
Spring cleaning, uh, involve
taking your tools upstairs?
Well...
just reorganizing a little bit
downstairs in the basement.
Um...
listen, I don't know
if you heard, but Bishop...
Confessed?
I heard.
She called you?
Uh, no.
Vance did.
So you haven't talked to her
since she came clean
about all this?
No.
Have you?
[sighs]
Tried.
Chased her down
in the parking lot.
But...
to be honest with you, I
don't know who I was talking to.
What do you know?
Know?
Nothing more than you.
Okay, what do you think?
I think she's at a crossroads.
What crossroads, though?
I mean, she's looking
at 20 years in prison.
There's no other direction
for her to go in.
Boss...
[sighs]
...please tell me,
how do I help her?
You can't.
Can you?
[sighs]
No, Tim.
No, not this time.
HomeStretchEatz.
I have your online food order.
MAN:
Wrong address.
[groans] This glitchy-ass app
has sent me to the wrong place
three times today.
You know what? I'm just
gonna leave the food here,
'cause they're gonna take it out
of my paycheck anyway,
and I am not drunk enough
to try...
"bingtanghulu."
[groans softly]
Hands up.
NCIS.
I guess it was
the right address.
[handcuffs clicking]
We found your vacation
home, Mr. Murati.
Or should I call you
"Mr. Flori"?
MURATI:
I do not take vacations.
McGEE:
Is that right?
MURATI:
I am just a guy
that enjoys the...
bingtanghulu.
I suppose
you don't know anything
about these guns, either?
You have somewhere else to be,
Agent Torres?
I'm going in there.
I don't think so.
Director, you know
what this son of a bitch did?
Yes, I've been fully briefed.
He grabbed that file
to try to bribe Bishop,
and because of him,
she's about to get arrested.
I'd argue that she has a part
to play in that, Agent Torres.
KNIGHT:
Hello again, Mr. Murati.
Seriously?
Wait, whoa.
Let's see what she's got.
Hope you don't mind--
I like to have a clear view
of the door, just in case.
[chuckles]
In case of what?
Oh, good, you showed him
a picture of the house.
I said I've never been there.
Here's the thing about that--
we just had
a couple of our agents come back
from that house,
and they are insanely thorough,
these guys.
They found a couple of hairs.
Yeah.
It was
They did?
four hairs, actually.
No.
Tim, how many hairs do you think
a person loses in a day?
50 to a hundred.
No. It can't be that many.
Yeah, look it up.
Well, Mr. Murati,
I don't think it's that many,
but let's just say 30.
Mm, I'm telling you,
it's 50 to a hundred.
Okay. Let's say 20.
And let's say
you hypothetically walk
into to a low-traffic house,
mm, maybe ten times
in the last month.
What are the odds
that one of those four hairs
that they found
is gonna be yours?
Uh... impossible.
Because I was never there.
Well, forensics is processing
right now,
and I am feeling pretty good
about this.
If you want to help
yourself out with sentencing,
it's-it's now or never.
Because you're looking
at ten years for the gun charge,
and you're looking at another 20
for possession
of a classified file.
What file?
The NSA documents
we found at the house.
They're not mine.
McGEE:
You're right, they're not,
but you got your hands on them,
and you were gonna use it
to bribe Agent Bishop,
get us to walk away.
No, no, no, no.
This is--
You're trying
to pin something on me!
KNIGHT:
Okay, listen...You seeing this?
No, you listen.
The house is mine.
The guns are mine.
But I have never seen
that folder in my life.
I don't know what the hell
you're talking about.
He's being straight, isn't he?
I don't know.
But until we know
what's going on,
I'm gonna need you
to stand down, you hear me?
Agent Torres,
I said stand down.
[turns off engine]
[sighs]
[phone ringing]
Hey.
I just got a call from Torres.
He's looking for you.
McGee's pretty worried
about you, too.
Yeah, I know.
Tell them I'm okay.
Well, you know,
you could tell them yourself.
No.
No, I can't.
You can do anything.
I'm really proud of you, Bishop.
For what?
Following your gut.
Well, you taught me how.
[chuckles]:
You taught me a few things, too.
Take care of yourself, Eleanor.
You, too, Leroy.
Hey, Gibbs.
What's Rule 91?
Well, you're living it.
Remind me.
"When you decide to walk away...
don't look back."
BISHOP:
Odette, why involve me
in these covert ops at all?
ODETTE:
We see a certain...
promise in you, Agent Bishop.
I'd like
to offer you some...
specialized training,
if you'd be interested.
Eleanor.
It's done.
Not quite.
What are you talking about?
I did everything that you asked.
There's still one loose end.
I'll be in the car.
What the hell, Ellie?
That's still your name, right?
Nick...
And don't say you're sorry.
I wasn't going to.
I have nothing
to be sorry about.
That feeling will wear off.
You learn that
the hard way?
A few times, yeah.
How'd you find me?
I followed
your bread crumbs of lies,
stories and half-ass excuses.
Disappearing after work.
Acing your firearms eval.
Mixed martial arts classes.
And the other day with the, uh,
classified NSA documents.
Who planted those?
Did you?
Or did Odette?
She did.
Who were you training for?
CIA? Homeland?
Because that's why you threw
your reputation in the toilet.
'Cause where you're going,
you need to be
a disgraced NCIS agent.
I know the drill.
Why now?
Now... wasn't my choice.
So it is a choice.
That means you can say no.
I could. I didn't want to.
Why you?
'Cause I'm ready.
How long?
Too long.
So that's why
you blew me off before.
Nick...
I mean, if we worked,
like, regular nine-to-five jobs,
things could be different.
I get that.
What I don't get is why would
you leave without saying a word?
Sometimes there's
nothing to be said.
This is not one of those times.
[sighs]
You say something.
Anything.
I didn't mean for us to happen.
Something else.
[whispers]:
Goodbye, Nick.
["Runnin' Down a Dream"
by Tom Petty playing]
♪ I felt so good
♪ Like anything was possible
♪ Hit cruise control
♪ And rubbed my eyes
♪ Yeah, runnin' down a dream
♪ That never would come to me
♪ Workin' on a mystery
♪ Goin' wherever it leads
♪ Runnin' down a dream.
♪
♪
Sending out the hostage.
Coming in from the back.
Knight's gonna be working
on the investigation with us.
Was it worth it?
Some things, Bishop,
they have a cost.
I'm Marcie, by the way.
I knew the murder victim.
Hannah. The killer
is still out there.
I want you to help me find him.
So now there are three.
This is starting
to look like a...
Serial killer.
Yeah.
Talk to me, Bishop.
Still breathing, McGee.
Hold your position.
Backup's on the way.
[speaking Albanian]
Can't wait. Two shots left.
Cover me.
I got to get a better angle.
Don't do it, Ellie.
You move, you get shot.
Cover me. Three, two, one.
Ellie?
I'm okay, I'm okay. I'm not hit.
TORRES: Here are the guns
they were trying to sell.
And the guy who ran?
Escaped out the back.
These two?
Uh, dead.
Mm, they sure as hell are.
Hmm.
What?
♪
Mm-hmm.
Hmm?
What...
the hell was that?
Hmm. Good morning
to you, too, Nick.
Good morning? That's it.
We're gonna pretend like you
didn't go Lara Croft last night?
Shooting, sliding,
shooting?
And don't give me any
"those were lucky shots,"
because luck has nothing
to do with that.
I want answers.
So do I, Agent Torres.
Why did you turn that warehouse
into a shooting gallery?
I authorized
an undercover gun buy.
Yes, and that is what it was
supposed to be, Director.
The plan was for Torres and
McGee to pose as buyers,
so we could figure out who was
selling stolen Navy weapons.
But we got made.
How?
I don't know.
As soon as McGee and I walked
in, they started shooting.
And Agent Bishop shot back.
Oh, yeah, she did.
She killed two
out of the three gun dealers.
But not the dealer
that this whole operation
was meant to take down?
No. The top guy,
known as Mr. Flori,
is the guy who got away.
Any ID on his friends?
No, they, uh,
they travelled light.
No wallets, just burn phones,
and their fingerprints
aren't in the system.
Where's McGee?
He's down with Kasie.
They're trying to hack
the dead guys'
burn phones.
Not trying. Succeeding.
Got in, found out that both
suspects have been calling
the same number almost
every day this week.
Did you trace the number?
I did.
To a landline.
Got an address.
MARCIE: Put down the
hammer, Gibbs.
The seas have parted,
the sun is shining,
I made a spreadsheet
and it has paid off.
Did you hear me?
Whoa. Good morning.
[chuckles]:
Need more coffee?
[laughs softly]
No.
See, this is the part
where you're supposed to say,
"Wow, Marcie, that is great.
What did you find?" and I say,
"I found another pattern."
For the love of God.
Here, just-just look
at these dates.
Look at the dates.
Hannah was killed
100 days after Brian.
The third victim was killed
exactly 100 days after that.
I mean, so what
do you call that?
Our serial killer
has a pattern.
Okay, what is wrong with you?
Nothing.
You are pricklier than normal.
No, no, I'm-I'm good.
You're not. Tell me.
Hey, will you stop
with the questions?
Look, I'm not
one of your stories.
Anymore, you mean.
Come on, what's
going on with you?
You have a thorn in your paw?
A hole in your boat?
Boat's done.
[clears throat]
Oh.
[laughs]
Well, that's interesting.
What?
Oh, I don't know. You...
...day-drinking from a jar.
Maybe building the boat meant
more than finishing the boat?
If your chart's right,
there should be
another dead body out there
100 days from the third.
Right, which would've been
last month.
But, trust me,
I have stayed up nights looking
and I can't find anything.
Doesn't mean it's not there.
Wow.
I just can't believe
I didn't think of that
before I ran down
all those stairs.
Not to diminish your talent
as an excellent boat builder,
but you are also
a detective, right?
I mean,
I could use a little help here.
Expand the search. Look
into missing persons.
Could be another body out
there from last month
that hasn't showed up yet.
Oh.
Right.
Thank you, Gibbs.
I appreciate it.
Oh, and by the way,
if it makes you feel any better,
um, well, it's not done yet.
What?
It's bad luck to launch
a boat without a name.
Clear.
Clear.
Clear.
And by clear, I
mean, like, empty.
Like, no furniture,
not even a, uh...
Phone.
Well, I was gonna say couch,
but yeah, no phone.
No, I mean, there's-there's
got to be a landline around here
somewhere, that's how
we found this place.
I didn't see one.
Uh, I got a jack in here.
Guys.
What you got?
Crawl space.
BISHOP:
Well, I'd say we found
their stash house.
Yeah, and these are
some big guns.
All stamped:
"U.S. Government."
This is strange. Found this
in there. NSA documents.
Huh.
Well, this is
all classified.
Why would gunrunners, uh,
have stolen NSA intel?
'Cause they're not
just selling weapons.
They're selling secrets.
McGEE:
All right, what does it say?
This report details
a secret op where the U.S.
used Syrian refugees as bait
to lure an al-Qaeda leader
out of hiding.
Is that even legal?Legal, yes.
Ethical? Hmm.
No wonder the NSA
didn't want those details
to see the light of day.
It still doesn't explain
how a bunch of, uh,
gun nuts stole
the classified file.
That's a question
for the NSA.
Well, we've looped
them in already.
They're investigating now.
KNIGHT:
I can help you with that.
Director Vance gave me
this empty desk
so I could type up my
after action report
from the explosion that...
Anyway,
I've worked with the NSA
on dozens of joint ops,
so I have a couple of contacts
over there that I could call.
And, yes, I was eavesdropping.
We appreciate the
offer, Agent Knight,
but, uh, actually, Bishop
has this one covered.
She was an analyst there
when this report was written.
BISHOP:
Uh, well, that was
over ten years ago, McGee,
and most of my contacts
are gone by now.
Uh, so anything
you could dig up.
On it. I could use
a distraction anyway.
[phone ringing]
Jimmy's got something.
All right, well...
I guess, uh, keep digging,
so we can ID
these arms dealers.
[door opens, bells jingle]
[Southern accent]:
I'd love a ginger ale, please.
Hi, Kase.
[regular accent, whispering]:
I have the item.
Why are you whispering?
Why are you not?
Because there's no reason to.
[chuckles]
[laughs]
[regular volume]:
Thank goodness.
I-I didn't know the protocol.
When you first asked me
for a bug detector,
my mind starting
working overtime,
thinking, you know, maybe you
were in trouble or something.
[both chuckle]
Are you in trouble or something?
Uh, or something.
Ah.
Here you go.
How do you use this?
Oh, it's completely idiot-proof.
Uh, but a quick overview
never hurt.
So, you just press...
this button to turn it on,
and then you just sort of
sweep it in front of you
as you walk
through the room.
If it detects
a listening device
or anything transmitting
an RF signal, it beeps.
The closer you get,
the louder it beeps.
There you go, hon.Great.
So, are you being bugged?
Not at this second.
Enjoy your ginger ale.
Well...
And there is the bullet hole
through your right ventricle.
You know, your pal over there
got shot through the heart,
as well,
which you might find
quite incredible
if you weren't,
uh, you know...
Hey, Jimmy.
What you got for me?
I have a question.
Is it true that Bishop
was doing some crazy slide move
when she fired off
both the fatal shots?
Yeah.
Wow. That is two bull's-eyes.
That is, like,
some video game-level stuff.
Is it just me,
or has she, uh,
become
quite the marksman lately?
No, not just you.
But, hey, right now, I would
rather you and I talk about...
Our two dead arms dealers.
Got anything
that can help us ID them?
It's a long shot, but maybe.
Apples.
I found this
in the stomachs
of both of our suspects,
which means they shared
a final meal together,
and that meal included...
Apples.
Maybe apples.
Like I said, I-I can't tell.
So I'm sending it up
to Kasie for analysis.
But if she
can ID the fruit,
then maybe it'll help you find
the bad guy that got away.
How, exactly?
I-I don't know.
Th-That's your job. I'm... Y...
I do this,
and then you solve the crimes.
Thanks, Jimmy.
Told you it was a long shot!
["Runnin' Down a Dream"
by Tom Petty playing]
♪ It was a beautiful day
♪ The sun beat down
♪ I had the radio on
♪ I was drivin'...
Hey. Boy, you were right.
I found
somebody
really interesting.
[loudly]:
God, I love this song.
♪ Little Runaway
Okay.
[volume increases]
Brings back a lot of memories.
♪ Yeah,
runnin' down a dream... ♪
Someone
might be listening.
What?
I've had somebody following me.
♪ Goin' wherever it leads...
I found a bug in my basement.
D-Do you think it's the killer?
I don't know.
But if they're watching me,
Marcie, they're watching you.
[exhales]
♪ I felt so good...
You think this office
could be bugged?
I don't know. Maybe.
♪ And rubbed my eyes
♪ The last three days
♪ The rain was unstoppable
♪ It was always cold
♪ No sunshine
♪ Yeah,
runnin' down a dream... ♪
No.
I am not walking away.
It's why.
I've been working on this...
It's why you walk away.
Marcie,
don't become the story.
[beeps]
[beeping]
[beeping louder]
♪
[chuckles]
RADIO DEEJAY:
And that was
Tom Petty with his classic
"Runnin' Down a Dream."
It began
when he was just 11 years old
when he had a chance
to meet Elvis,
who happened
to be filming a movie...
Well, hey, you are right.
...called Follow That Dream.
That is a great song.
Oh, yeah.
I mean, come on.
Petty?
So, um, have you had any luck?
Nope.
I hit a brick wall.
I'm stuck, too.
So, are you thinking
that my serial killer theory
is wrong?
I think
the murders don't connect.
So maybe
we're just chasing a ghost.
No, no, not me. I'm done.
Take care, Marcie.
Okay. See ya.
Thanks, Gibbs.
Mark 12 Mod 1 SPR.
Mod 1 SPR, check.
It's a SEAL Team rifle.
Gas-operated,
rotating bolt, semiautomatic.
Damn.
What?
Well, I'm just thinking
that maybe NCIS
needs bigger guns.
Ha. Yeah, that's just
what the world needs:
a few more guns
they can't keep track of.
And the NSA
can't keep track
of their highly
classified documents.
Yeah. Well,
whoever took them
from the NSA's
code-level servers risked
a lot more than their career.
Yes, they did.
Director, everything okay?
I just got off the phone
with NSA.
They did a
forensic back trace
on those documents.
They feel pretty confident as to
who originally leaked the file.
It was you, Agent Bishop.
I understand
this comes as a shock.
Well, that's putting it mildly,
Deputy Director Ellis.
NSA is accusing one of my agents
of violating the Espionage Act.
Which is why I thought
we would be speaking in private.
I think Agent Bishop
deserves to hear directly
from her accuser.
[sighs]
Very well.
In an effort to trace how
and when the "Syrian Refugee"
intel was leaked,
our agency has been combing
through database records.
And all of our findings
point back to a single source:
former NSA analyst
Eleanor Bishop.
Yeah, well,
your findings are wrong.
Agent Bishop. Ma'am,
is there any chance
that your evidence
could have been altered?
You're asking
if Agent Bishop is being framed?
Ma'am, your intel was
found in the possession
of illegal arms dealers.
It's possible that they
were planning to use it
to blackmail her in order
to get us to back off.
It doesn't explain the fact
that the data
was leaked ten years ago,
long before your arms dealers
were in the picture.
And you're certain
of your time frame?
I'm sorry.
But former analyst Bishop
is the only person
to access this specific data
on that specific date.
Deputy Director,
with your permission,
NCIS would like to
review your findings
and conduct our own internal
investigation first.
You have 24 hours.
Thank you.
We're coming for you,
Agent Bishop.
Sir...
You don't have
to defend yourself to me.
I believe in your innocence
wholeheartedly.
Thank you.
Even still,
until this is cleared up,
I'm gonna need you to go home.
What?
NCIS has had enough drama
these last couple of months.
[exhales]
I'm not Gibbs.
Meaning what?
Meaning I'm innocent.
And hopefully,
your team will be
able to prove that.
And then everyone, including
the NSA, will know the truth.
Go home, Agent Bishop.
Kasie. How's it going
with the apples?
Fruit has to wait.
What in the world
is going on with Bishop?
Ah. Um, it's-it's just a-a
misunderstanding. Hopefully.
Hopefully? Don't you mean it's
obviouslya misunderstanding?
She's the last person
who'd leak classified documents.
Kasie, I know. I know.
She's...
We all know,
and we're gonna figure it out.
But first... But first,
is she being framed?
If so, why? Okay?
How did the arms dealer
even get the documents
to begin with?
Okay, these are all
great questions that we are
gonna ask the arms dealer
once we find him, but first,
we have to find him, so...
You're right.
Feast your eyes
on the crataegus pinnatifida,
better known
as the Chinese hawthorn.
So not an apple?
Uh,
no, but similar. It's used
in a Northern
Chinese delicacy
called bingtanghulu.
Very hard to find in the States.
And believe me,
I've been trying.
All right.
Well, let's keep trying.
Figure out
where they ate the bing,
and we just might find
our arms dealer.
Great work, Kase. Thank you.
Ah, anytime.
And Bishop didn't do it!
I know.
[footsteps approaching]
Rule 91?
I'm drawing a blank.
Which one is that?
Oh, it's the one
that comes after 90.
Hmm.
McGee and Torres called,
told me what happened.
Mm.
[blows]
You okay?
Yeah. No, I'm good.
[inhales deeply]
I mean, I've been better.
You know what? I-I'm pissed.
You want to talk about it?
That's why I'm here.
Okay.
Let's talk.
Who are you pissed at?
[liquid pours]
The NSA?
Ah.
Vance.
You.
Me?
Mm.
What'd I do?
We're supposed to be a team,
Gibbs,
and you have kept us all
in the dark.
About what?
We have no clue
when or even if
you're coming back.
That's a question for Vance,
not me.
I'm suspended, remember?
Okay. Big deal.
Me, too.
Okay. Then you should know
that we don't decide
if or when we come back.
No. No, you're right.
But we do decide
when we're ready to cut bait
and move on.
Whoa. Wait.
[chuckles];
You think I've moved on?
You know, I think
Vance made it really clear
that all you had to do
to get reinstated
was just to express
a little remorse.
There's not a chance in hell
I'm gonna apologize
to that dog-killing...
Not him.
Us.
Is that why you're here, Bishop?
You want me to say I'm sorry?
I want you to say something,
Gibbs.
I-I want you to stop hiding.
I'm not hiding.
You-you disappeared
without a word.
Sometimes there's nothing left
to be said.
[sighs]
What is this about
really, Bishop?
Because you picked a hell
of a time
in your life to come at me.
Well, there's a lot about
my life that you don't know.
Yeah, I am starting
to realize that.
Huh.
You're not ever
coming back, are you?
Yes, it's real.
It's spelled
B-I-N-G... tanghulu.
Thanks.
No luck?
Stores don't have it,
farmers markets don't have it.
Nobody even knows what the hell
that the thing is.
Oh, Chinese restaurants do.
I found three
that have it on their menu.
They're sending over
security footage
of their dining rooms now.
Tim, why are you calling
restaurants?
I told you I would handle it.
You only have 24 hours
to do your computer magic
and find out
how Bishop is being framed.
I'm trying, okay? It's just...
What?
I've run a forensic
back trace, okay,
I've checked swap files,
I've pored over every inch
of slack space
on those drives, and
I've come to the same conclusion
the NSA has.
So you're both wrong.
I hope so.
I mean, yeah, we...
we have to be.
I just can't figure out how.
Because you're too worried
with this bingtang-whatevers
to be focused, man. Just...
give me the restaurant's
footage, I'll watch it.
Nick, it's hours
and hours of work, okay?
With-with Gibbs gone
and-and Bishop at home...
KNIGHT:
Put me in, Coach.
Sound really travels in here.
Okay, again, Agent Knight,
we appreciate the offer, but...
But we accept.
Okay, but you're gonna need
a photo of the suspects
for reference.
I can download them.
And then I can
give Jimmy a call
and ask him when,
based on digestion time,
he thinks
they ate their last meal.
And now you can focus on proving
why and how Bishop was framed.
McGEE:
Thanks.
Yeah.
And speaking of the devil...
Bishop?
Bishop?
What the hell was that?
Agent Bishop.
Director.
I thought we agreed
you'd remain at home
for a few days.
We did.
Then why are you here?
Agent Bishop,
let me put your mind at ease.
This agency will defend you
vigorously no matter...Don't.
Don't what?
Don't... defend me.
Why?
NSA's intel was correct.
I did it.
I leaked that file.
Bishop actually confessed?
That's what Vance said.
There's no way
that she leaked that intel.
She told Vance she did.
Said that she wishes
she would have come clean
about it years ago.
Where is she now?
Going home.
Vance fired her?
No. She quit.
What is going on?
[sighs]
She doesn't want NCIS
getting caught up
in what's bound to happen next.
A criminal investigation?
She admitted
to committing espionage, Nick.
She could lose a lot more
than her badge.
But she didn't do it, and
she's not answering her phone.
How am I supposed
to talk to her, Tim?
Obviously, she's not ready
to talk to us yet.
[sighs]
What happened is awful, okay?
And we're gonna
be there for her
when she's ready.
But right now,
you and I need to be here.
We need to focus
on finding
this arms dealer, okay?
Agent Knight?
Yeah?
Actually, hold that thought.
[sighs]
Sorry. I can't keep doing
this over-the-hedge thing.
I'm starting to feel
like Tim Allen's neighbor
in Home Improvement.
First of all,
let me say,
I am so sorry
to hear about Bishop.
Is there anything I can do?
Well, we're just
kind of digesting
everything right now.
Listen, you've been
looking at, uh, all
the security footage
from the restaurants.
Any sign
of Mr. Flori or his guys?
Nothing. Sorry.
But I do have
another idea.
Maybe the reason why we're not
seeing Mr. Flori and his boys
is because
the food was delivered.
That's good. We should call,
uh, food delivery apps.
Already have, and so far,
I found four bingtanghulus
that were
delivered that day.
I've sent Kasie the names
of the customers,
and she's backgrounding them
now.
But I do have two more apps that
I need to make my way through.
Okay. Nice.
Great. Thank you.
Why don't you give her a hand?
Where are you going, Tim?
Hey!
You didn't even let me
get out of the parking lot.
Well, you didn't seem
to be in much of a rush.
I got nowhere to be.
Bishop, what were you thinking?
[scoffs]
It doesn't matter. It's done.
Well, it matters to me.
I get that, but I don't want
to talk about it.
No, Bishop. No, no, no.
That's not good enough, okay?
You and I have been
through too much together
for you to box me out like this.
Okay, look,
the NSA program was wrong.
Capturing al-Qaeda leaders
is wrong?
No.
But the way
they went about it was wrong.
Using innocent people as pawns--
that's wrong.
Okay,
they may not have been
so innocent.
I dug deeper into that program.
NSA had
intel that a lot
of those refugees
were actually foreign fighters
using civilians as cover.
Yes, that intel was from one
source, an unreliable source
that we should not have trusted.
Please tell me that you regret
leaking those documents.
I regret
not leaking them sooner.
I-I maybe could have saved
a bunch of lives.
Did it ever occur to you
to maybe just file
a whistleblower report?
Oh, come on, McGee. We all know
what happens to whistleblowers.
The-the reports get buried,
and-and they get fired.
The system is broken.
Bishop, if you keep talking
like this,
we are not gonna be able
to protect you.
I don't want protection!
If you're asking
if I feel guilty about betraying
my co-workers, yes, I do.
It kills me that-that I lied
to the people I was closest to.
But that was
years ago,
and I have put that behind me.
It wasn't years ago for us.
[sighs]
Bishop, the fact that you
could do something like that,
just bury it
for all these years,
like it never even happened...
What else don't we know?
[dove cooing]
[bird calling mournfully]
What are you doing here?
Clearly, the same thing you are.
I asked you to stay away
from this investigation.
You did.
Somebody knows that we're
digging into these murders.
They're not happy.
Well, you know
the old adage--
every news story
pisses someone off.
This is a serial killer.
So, the press should give
serial killers a free pass?
I'm saying
it's dangerous.
I'm aware.
And quite frankly, I'm nervous.
But I've grown a pretty
thick skin over the years.
Look,
I appreciate your concern.
I-I do. It's endearing.
But there's a story
to be written here,
and I'm writing it. Capisce?
So, would you like
to compare notes
on our potential fourth victim--
Camila Salas?
I mean... [chuckles]
We're both out here
to look at her boat,
so we're obviously
on the same track.
So, according to police reports,
the cops speculated
that this boat
was used to dump her body.
But they searched this lake,
and they didn't find anything.
Think they were looking
in the wrong place.
Hmm.
Pine cones?
Found 'em in the boat.
Well, there you go.
No.
Those are eastern whites.
These are sugar pines.
They're not from around here?
No.
Only the north shore.
Ah.
Where the cops
never searched. Wow.
Good work.
But the north shore is
inaccessible by land. I mean,
how are we gonna get
up there to search...?
No, not "we."
Oh, no. No.
Oh, no, no, no. Oh, I knew
you were gonna pull this.
No. I'll get back
to you, Marcie.
Gibbs, you're gonna...Capisce?
Damn it.
And for your loyalty,
you'll be entered
into our free dinner giveaway.
Thank you for calling
HomeStretchEatz.
HomeStretchEatz?
Oh, uh, one
of the home-delivery apps
that picked up
from the three
Chinese restaurants.
I'm calling all
the customers who ordered
to make sure they are
who they
claimed to be.
What's with all the food?
Oh, well.
I had to download the app
for research,
and I saw the menus, and
I sort of got a hankering, so...
Totally get it. Ma-po tofu?
Hmm. Sweet and sour pork.
Nice.
Kase, did you find
something or not?
Clock is ticking on Bishop.
Uh, you're right. How is she?
I wouldn't know.
You haven't spoken to her?
Customers, Kase.
Right. I, um, found
12 customers who
ordered the bing.
They all checked
out except for one.
TORRES:
Randall Pink.
Randall Pink doesn't exist.
Either Randall really
didn't want anyone
to know what food
he ordered, or...
Or he is our arms dealer--
Mr. Flori.
You have your vest handy?
Always.
[knock]
Boss?
[door closes]
Hey.
Hey.
I'm sorry to barge in here.
You have a second?
[sighs]
Yeah.
Always.
Good,
'cause I don't know
who else to talk to.
What is...
what is all this, boss?
Um...
spring cleaning.
Spring cleaning, uh, involve
taking your tools upstairs?
Well...
just reorganizing a little bit
downstairs in the basement.
Um...
listen, I don't know
if you heard, but Bishop...
Confessed?
I heard.
She called you?
Uh, no.
Vance did.
So you haven't talked to her
since she came clean
about all this?
No.
Have you?
[sighs]
Tried.
Chased her down
in the parking lot.
But...
to be honest with you, I
don't know who I was talking to.
What do you know?
Know?
Nothing more than you.
Okay, what do you think?
I think she's at a crossroads.
What crossroads, though?
I mean, she's looking
at 20 years in prison.
There's no other direction
for her to go in.
Boss...
[sighs]
...please tell me,
how do I help her?
You can't.
Can you?
[sighs]
No, Tim.
No, not this time.
HomeStretchEatz.
I have your online food order.
MAN:
Wrong address.
[groans] This glitchy-ass app
has sent me to the wrong place
three times today.
You know what? I'm just
gonna leave the food here,
'cause they're gonna take it out
of my paycheck anyway,
and I am not drunk enough
to try...
"bingtanghulu."
[groans softly]
Hands up.
NCIS.
I guess it was
the right address.
[handcuffs clicking]
We found your vacation
home, Mr. Murati.
Or should I call you
"Mr. Flori"?
MURATI:
I do not take vacations.
McGEE:
Is that right?
MURATI:
I am just a guy
that enjoys the...
bingtanghulu.
I suppose
you don't know anything
about these guns, either?
You have somewhere else to be,
Agent Torres?
I'm going in there.
I don't think so.
Director, you know
what this son of a bitch did?
Yes, I've been fully briefed.
He grabbed that file
to try to bribe Bishop,
and because of him,
she's about to get arrested.
I'd argue that she has a part
to play in that, Agent Torres.
KNIGHT:
Hello again, Mr. Murati.
Seriously?
Wait, whoa.
Let's see what she's got.
Hope you don't mind--
I like to have a clear view
of the door, just in case.
[chuckles]
In case of what?
Oh, good, you showed him
a picture of the house.
I said I've never been there.
Here's the thing about that--
we just had
a couple of our agents come back
from that house,
and they are insanely thorough,
these guys.
They found a couple of hairs.
Yeah.
It was
They did?
four hairs, actually.
No.
Tim, how many hairs do you think
a person loses in a day?
50 to a hundred.
No. It can't be that many.
Yeah, look it up.
Well, Mr. Murati,
I don't think it's that many,
but let's just say 30.
Mm, I'm telling you,
it's 50 to a hundred.
Okay. Let's say 20.
And let's say
you hypothetically walk
into to a low-traffic house,
mm, maybe ten times
in the last month.
What are the odds
that one of those four hairs
that they found
is gonna be yours?
Uh... impossible.
Because I was never there.
Well, forensics is processing
right now,
and I am feeling pretty good
about this.
If you want to help
yourself out with sentencing,
it's-it's now or never.
Because you're looking
at ten years for the gun charge,
and you're looking at another 20
for possession
of a classified file.
What file?
The NSA documents
we found at the house.
They're not mine.
McGEE:
You're right, they're not,
but you got your hands on them,
and you were gonna use it
to bribe Agent Bishop,
get us to walk away.
No, no, no, no.
This is--
You're trying
to pin something on me!
KNIGHT:
Okay, listen...You seeing this?
No, you listen.
The house is mine.
The guns are mine.
But I have never seen
that folder in my life.
I don't know what the hell
you're talking about.
He's being straight, isn't he?
I don't know.
But until we know
what's going on,
I'm gonna need you
to stand down, you hear me?
Agent Torres,
I said stand down.
[turns off engine]
[sighs]
[phone ringing]
Hey.
I just got a call from Torres.
He's looking for you.
McGee's pretty worried
about you, too.
Yeah, I know.
Tell them I'm okay.
Well, you know,
you could tell them yourself.
No.
No, I can't.
You can do anything.
I'm really proud of you, Bishop.
For what?
Following your gut.
Well, you taught me how.
[chuckles]:
You taught me a few things, too.
Take care of yourself, Eleanor.
You, too, Leroy.
Hey, Gibbs.
What's Rule 91?
Well, you're living it.
Remind me.
"When you decide to walk away...
don't look back."
BISHOP:
Odette, why involve me
in these covert ops at all?
ODETTE:
We see a certain...
promise in you, Agent Bishop.
I'd like
to offer you some...
specialized training,
if you'd be interested.
Eleanor.
It's done.
Not quite.
What are you talking about?
I did everything that you asked.
There's still one loose end.
I'll be in the car.
What the hell, Ellie?
That's still your name, right?
Nick...
And don't say you're sorry.
I wasn't going to.
I have nothing
to be sorry about.
That feeling will wear off.
You learn that
the hard way?
A few times, yeah.
How'd you find me?
I followed
your bread crumbs of lies,
stories and half-ass excuses.
Disappearing after work.
Acing your firearms eval.
Mixed martial arts classes.
And the other day with the, uh,
classified NSA documents.
Who planted those?
Did you?
Or did Odette?
She did.
Who were you training for?
CIA? Homeland?
Because that's why you threw
your reputation in the toilet.
'Cause where you're going,
you need to be
a disgraced NCIS agent.
I know the drill.
Why now?
Now... wasn't my choice.
So it is a choice.
That means you can say no.
I could. I didn't want to.
Why you?
'Cause I'm ready.
How long?
Too long.
So that's why
you blew me off before.
Nick...
I mean, if we worked,
like, regular nine-to-five jobs,
things could be different.
I get that.
What I don't get is why would
you leave without saying a word?
Sometimes there's
nothing to be said.
This is not one of those times.
[sighs]
You say something.
Anything.
I didn't mean for us to happen.
Something else.
[whispers]:
Goodbye, Nick.
["Runnin' Down a Dream"
by Tom Petty playing]
♪ I felt so good
♪ Like anything was possible
♪ Hit cruise control
♪ And rubbed my eyes
♪ Yeah, runnin' down a dream
♪ That never would come to me
♪ Workin' on a mystery
♪ Goin' wherever it leads
♪ Runnin' down a dream.
♪
♪