NCIS (2003–…): Season 18, Episode 5 - Head of the Snake - full transcript
Tobias.
Perfect timing, Gibbs.
Winston never showed up?
No, he didn't,
but I found him just the same.
What'd you do?
Nothing. Gonna need some time.
Check back with me
in about two weeks.
Two weeks?
$1.59, please.
What's fast food got to do
with counterfeit opioids?
The pill pusher we were supposed
to be following, he worked here.
Bingo-bango.
Found those in
the freezer.
I told you the pills are being
run through this place.
Gibbs, I just found out the name
of our drug kingpin.
Merriweather.
Is that a first name or a last?
It's an alias. I'll meet you
at the drive-through
in two days to explain.
That'll be $1.59, please.
Where's the, uh, usual guy?
Toby? He has not shown up
for work the last two days.
Blood match came back.
Is it Fornell's?
Yeah.
So Fornell is M.I.A.,
and we are no closer
to catching Merriweather?
What are you suggesting?
We keep going.
For how long?
As long as it takes, Leon.
We...
(line clicks)
(door opens)
(footfalls approaching)
VANCE:
Had an empty chair next to me
at our poker game tonight.
Again.
Yeah, I've been busy.
Yeah, I see that.
50,000 opioid deaths just
in the last year, Leon.
That's a football stadium
full of parents and kids.
VANCE:
And Emily Fornell was
almost one of them.
She got lucky.
And she knows it, too.
She is doing the work.
So is her dad.
Yeah, that's why I'm here.
SECNAV just pulled
the plug on the op.
Op's not finished.
It is for us.
The order is to hand it
over to the DEA.
The DEA?
You know damn well
there's no military connection.
They have done nothing.
And after three
months, Gibbs,
we are no closer
to identifying Merriweather
or plugging his opioid pipeline.
So as far as SECNAV
is concerned,
all we've done is lost a man.
Fornell's not lost,
he's undercover.
Three months is
a long time to go dark.
Gibbs, he hasn't even
contacted his daughter.
And you haven't found
a trace of him
since he was working
at that burger joint.
You expect me to stop looking?
No, I know you better than that.
I need my team.
I wish I could give them to you.
This is Fornell
we're talking about.
You think I don't know that?
Then call SECNAV back and fight.
I have been fighting, Gibbs.
I don't have any more rope left.
I'm sorry.
The order is to hand over
all of our evidence
first thing
in the morning.
Please tell me you're not going
back to that airport again.
Something's going on out there.
You told me
I have until the morning.
Gibbs, you've been there
a dozen times already.
Maybe this is lucky 13!
(door opens)
(grunting)
Tobias.
*
Lower your weapon.
I can't do that.
Why?
Because I've come way too far
to have you blow this
for me now.
What the hell are
you talking about...
(shouts)
Aah! Son of a bitch!
Sorry, Gibbs!
Merriweather has cameras
all over this place.
If this doesn't look real,
I'm a dead man.
Are you shooting me?!
I'm shooting around you.
But my aim sucks,
so if I were you,
I'd be thinking about hiding.
How do you know the cameras
don't have mics?
Because I set the system up.
So make this look real, Butch.
Not that real!
Why haven't you checked in
with your daughter?
The boss bugs
all our phones.
I couldn't risk it. Heads up.
Did you get an ID
on Merriweather?
No, not yet, but I will soon.
You said that three months ago!
Did you even meet this guy?
No.
But I hear there's
a big shipment of pills
coming in, something different.
Different how?
I don't know!
I need more time.
You're out of time!
(grunts)
What are you...
You trying
to kill me?
If I wanted to kill you,
you'd be dead!
Read me in!
(exhales sharply)
Check your glove box
in five minutes.
Now try not to shoot me.
(door opens)
(seagulls squawking)
I understand, Director.
I appreciate the heads-up.
We'll increase
our Force Protection Condition
to Bravo immediately.
You keep me updated,
I'll do the same.
Fornell's alive.
He called you?
No, he kneed me in the nu...
Merriweather had eyes on us.
So you hit him back?
I shot at him.
Okay, and-and then?
And then he gave me these.
I'm guessing that this blur
is the infamous Merriweather.
And those pills
are his latest product.
Gibbs, these look
like the same drugs
that Emily Fornell OD'd on.
No. Fornell said
that this batch? Different.
Different how?
I'm not sure yet.
Okay.
Thank you for bringing
all this to me, Gibbs.
I will make sure
it gets turned over
to the DEA
as soon as possible.
I was thinking we'd give it all
to Kasie instead.
We just talked
about this.
SECNAV's orders
were clear, Gibbs.
I'm sorry,
my hands are tied here.
What's this?
Something to untie your hands.
Petty Officer Marcus Rico?
I did some digging
last night.
Kid went U.A. two days ago.
And the MPs found 300 of those
stashed in
his lockbox.
Odds are, Rico's dealing.
We find him, he may
lead us to Merriweather.
You run that by SECNAV.
Bad timing, Gibbs.
That phone call
you walked in on?
That was Homeland.
There's chatter
of a possible
terrorist attack
on one of our military bases.
When?
I don't know.
I had to raise the threat level.
I'll let you know
as soon as I know more.
And until then, Mr. Director?
You gather your files
to transfer to DEA.
And we'll send them
once you and your team
have had time to review them.
Which I would have
to believe will take
72 hours.
Hopefully less.
Gibbs.
Take this bastard down.
So, you did all of this
by yourself?
When?
Probably when he was
"sturgeon fishing."
(laughs)
You knew.
McGEE:
Well, not specifically.
But you kept disappearing
with odd excuses.
We knew something was up.
Yeah, but, McGee, you did guess
that he had a secret girlfriend.
Yeah. The point is, why all
the cloak and dagger stuff?
SECNAV's orders. Two men only.
Her new order
is to turn over
the Merriweather case
to the DEA, but Vance
bought us a few days.
BISHOP:
What is that?
A clue from Fornell.
You want us to figure out
in three days
what Fornell couldn't
in three months?
And all we have to go on is, uh,
a picture
of Sasquatch.
Kasie's running facial rec.
Boss, what facial rec?
There's no face.
Well, not yet, but there
will be, once she gets done
doing whatever the hell
she does with these things.
Petty Officer Rico.
He is our best shot
at finding Merriweather.
I'll check social media,
dig into his personal life.
Bishop, Torres?
Talk to his CO. On it.
Start with the bunkmate.
I thought you enhanced it.
Hold your horses, because
that's the original photo.
After I ran a pixel resolution
and a photo clarity program...
Wait for it...
Ta-da!
That's enhanced?
Hey, I did the best I could
with what you gave me.
Let's just say Fornell
is no Annie Leibovitz.
We got an ID?
I'm running
facial recognition software now.
Fingers crossed,
but no guarantees.
What about Fornell's pills?
They are next on the list,
but are you sure
these aren't the same pills
I tested three months ago?
They look identical.
No. Fornell said
they're different.
Call me when you
know something.
(computer dings)
I know something.
Facial rec got a hit
on Mr. Blurry Face.
His real name is...
GIBBS:
Maxwell Hughes.
Nice work, Kase.
Thanks. You know,
never underestimate
the power of-- uh-oh.
(computer dinging)
Uh-oh what?
Apparently, his name
is also Mikhail Kuzanov.
It seems your Merriweather has
two identities.
Oh. Make that three.
Which I guess makes sense.
Drug kingpins like
to remain anonymous.
When you're done here, Kase,
get all the IDs
to McGee.
Okay.
Might be a while.
(man speaking indistinctly
over P.A.)
Marcus is a total gym rat.
By far the best trash talker
on our intramural squad.
The only problem is,
he's a scrub
who can't back it up.
He's one of those, huh?
One game
he chucked up nine threes
in the first half,
all air balls.
But he never stopped
talking trash.
He was actually
a hell of a teammate.
Was? What changed?
Earlier this year,
he blew out his knee
during a field training
exercise.
Right.
He was prescribed Vicodin.
We checked out
his medical records.
That stuff
grabbed hold of him, sir.
When the doctor's refills
ran out,
he had to find another source.
TORRES:
And the drugs
got expensive,
so he started dealing
to maintain his habit.
His customers civilian or Navy?
Navy, ma'am.
It-it started out
with just a few guys,
but it's gotten out of hand.
These knockoff opioids
he's dealing,
they are really addictive.
Yeah. That's kind of the point.
Have you heard
the name Merriweather before?
I'll take that as a yes.
Look, I-I told you
everything I know.
No, obviously
you haven't.
Your friend is missing.
You want to help us
find him or not?
Of course, ma'am, but I don't...
I don't want to die trying,
either.
Merriweather won't find out
you talked.
I sure as hell hope not.
Because from what I hear,
Merriweather
does not mess around.
Marcus left to pick up
a batch of new pills
two days ago, and I...
I haven't seen him since.
Where was the pickup?
I don't know, sir. I swear.
My Navy career is over,
isn't it?
Man, you messed up.
You got to be held accountable.
These new pills,
what's so special about them?
The price.
Marcus normally charges
$20 a pill,
but Merriweather wanted him
to cut the rate to five.
Why would a drug dealer want to
practically give his stuff away?
McGEE:
Seven passports,
all with the same photo,
all with different names.
Which one's Merriweather?
None of them, actually.
All the names are aliases.
No addresses, no social
security numbers, nothing.
You access TSA records?
I did. That's where things
get interesting.
All seven of them
routinely traveled back
and forth to Russia.
Beltway Burgers.
Napkins. Now.
I'll get 'em, hon.
I saw this guy
the day I went to visit Fornell.
He was probably checking out
his operations.
Want to start interrogating
employees,
look for an inside men?
No. No, I don't want to tip off
Merriweather.
I'll get Sloane to pull
employee records,
see if anybody stands out.
Oh, uh, speaking of Beltway,
seems that
Petty Officer Rico was
quite a fan.
I downloaded the diagnostics
from his vehicle.
Didn't leave base a lot,
but when he did,
he went to four
different Beltway Burgers
in two different states.
What do they all
have in common?
Other than burgers.
Hey. State police found
Petty Officer Rico.
Torres is escorting him in now.
To interrogation?
No, to autopsy.
Man, he was just a kid.
He was 19.
You know,
Emily Fornell was lucky
she lived long enough
to get off this stuff.
Taking, uh,
Merriweather's opioids
is like playing
Russian roulette.
JIMMY:
Thanks, Kasie.
(sighs):
Not quite.
With Russian roulette,
at least you stand a chance.
Petty Officer Rico here
was doomed
the second he took
that first pill.
That was Kasie
who just called.
To no surprise, there
are traces of opiates
in Rico's system, yes,
but not nearly enough
to kill an experienced
user like him.
So, what killed him?
A deadly combination
of saxitoxin and abrin.
He was poisoned?
Yeah. And Kasie found
the same cocktail of toxins
in the coating
of Merriweather's latest batch.
See, these new pills
aren't meant to get you high.
They're meant
to kill you.
Okay, but I don't get it.
Why-why would a drug dealer
want to kill his customers?
I think I've got
the answer to that.
I just figured out
what Petty Officer Rico's
four Beltway Burgers
have in common.
They are all located
within two miles
of the four largest military
installations on the East Coast.
Vance did talk that
there was chatter about a...
pending attack
on one of the bases.
Well, now we know
who's behind it.
Merriweather's
not just a drug dealer anymore.
No, he's a terrorist.
Biotoxins? I thought
Merriweather was dealing
counterfeit opioids.
He was. A lot of 'em.
He's been flooding
the East Coast
with his opioids for years now.
He's been preying
on the military.
Built pipelines onto the bases.
How?
By recruiting
vulnerable Marines and sailors
to go to work for him.
And he's been using
Beltway Burgers
as his distribution centers?
Sure seems that way.
McGEE:
The four bases
that have the highest number
of drug-related court-martials
are all near Beltway Burgers.
But now
this drug kingpin decides
to become a terrorist
and swap out his opioids
for actual poison?
My God, how bad can this get?
Well, based
on the potency of the poison
and what we estimate
the current marketplace to be,
we're talking
about thousands of deaths.
Which explains why he was
basically giving away the drugs.
But why target
our military?
Don't know.
We won't know until we find out
who Merriweather is.
Hey, maybe I can help with that.
I ran background
on all the employees
at Beltway Burgers,
and, uh, there was one guy
who stood out.
That's Fornell's boss.
Shift manager Chad Hamilton.
Or so his name tag says.
In reality, Chad has
no driver's license
and no Social Security number.
An alias?
Just like Merriweather.
Yes. But unlike Merriweather,
I know Chad's real identity.
How?
I went down to Beltway,
waited for him
to throw away a cup,
then I grabbed it
and had Kasie pull the prints.
Meet Vladmir Ivinov.
Born in St. Petersburg,
raised in Miami.
Two previous arrests
for narcotics possession
with intent to sell.
You got an address?
BISHOP:
Ah. I love
a man in uniform.
TORRES:
Just your friendly, uh,
neighborhood bug man.
You know, spraying for bugs.
I am more concerned
about that bug in your hand.
Powering on now.
Testing, one, two.
All right, we are good to go.
Entering backyard.
Now, get that placed
and get out of there quickly.
Do I sense a little concern
in your voice, Bishop?
That is concern for the op
and you not screwing it up.
Says the woman that's sitting
on her butt watching TV.
Yeah. Otherwise known
as your backup, buddy.
The only thing you need
to worry about is, uh...
...backing up that van
when I'm finished over here.
You keep talking,
you'll be walking home.
Hey.
What are you doing?
Uh, exterminator.
Yeah, wrong house, buddy.
Oh, no, I'm-I'm
in the right house.
I got a...
I-I got the order right here.
Yeah, I didn't call you, man.
You didn't,
but the head of the HOA did.
Yeah, I'm supposed to do
the whole block.
There's, uh, an infestation,
red ant larva.
Man said
it's not a good time.
Come back later.
Is that Fornell?
Get out of there, Nick.
All right, all right.
My bad, man, my bad.
Okay, I'll just, I'll just start
with your neighbor, but, uh...
VLADMIR:
Hold up.
Just make sure you are
who you say you are...
Enrique.
Come on,
we don't have time for this.
Toby, go finish up inside.
(line ringing)
BISHOP:
Bayside Bugs.
This is Kelly speaking.
Can I tell you about
our termite specials today?
Wrong number.
Abort, Nick. Abort.
(sighs)
So, a red ant larva
infestation?
Uh, yeah, yeah, but it's,
you know, it's seasonal.
Not a big deal, yeah?
I don't care what it is,
I don't want it in my house.
All right? So you spray
the entire yard, all right?
(phone ringing and buzzing)
You got it, boss.
(gunshot)
What the hell
are you guys doing here?
About to ask you
the same thing.
Bishop, got to go.
I told you three times, Torres.
I don't know
where they took Bishop.
Just like you don't know
that your drug dealer boss
is now a terrorist?
I knew he was shifting
gears somehow.
You've been on this guy
for months.
What do you know?
I know I just saved your ass.
How about a little
appreciation, buddy?
What, do you want a thank you
card for that, Fornell?
Bishop was kidnapped.
And whose fault was that?
Yours!
For keeping us out of the loop!
Because I didn't want this
to happen!
Okay. You got it all out
of your system yet?
Or do I have to remind you both
that we are all
on the same team?
TORRES:
Same team?
Where's his badge?
Tough talk, kid.
Keep it up, see what happens.
Rosewood.
That mean anything to you,
Tobias?
Merriweather has code names
for all the places he uses
to unload
his product.
Rosewood is one
of his warehouses. How...?
Jimmy found a napkin
in the pocket
of the guy you just killed.
Has "Rosewood"
written on it.
Fornell, do you think
Rosewood is where
these biotoxins
are coming in?
Could be.
Vlad told me there was
a special shipment
coming in later tonight.
He was about to tell me
where it was, but then...
the bug boy here made
his grand entrance.
VANCE:
Okay.
The warehouse--
you got an address?
No. I've been there,
so I-I, I think I can find it.
It's in West Baltimore.
Go.
I...
(stammers)
I just offed one
of the top lieutenants
in Merriweather's crew,
and you're sending me in
all alone?
I'm sending you with Torres.
What?
No. No, Gibbs,
I can't leave now.
Bishop is missing.
VANCE:
Agent Torres,
find the drugs.
They may lead us to her.
And if not?
We'll find her.
Go, Nick.
And try not to
kill each other.
(stammers)
All right,
did you double-check
the electronic discovery
software?
It loops around to the
original cloaking program.
All right, and you ran
the digital forensics
cryptography program,
right?
Two hours ago.
Bishop's out there somewhere,
and her life may depend
on us hacking into this
dead guy's phone, but
we can't figure it out.
Yet.
Boss, none of our usual
tricks are working here,
not even our
unusual tricks.
Not to mention everything on
the phone is written in Russian.
(phone ringing)
Oh, I will run that
through
my translation program.
GIBBS:
That means "boss."
Hey, hold on.
Yeah?
MAN:
Is this Toby?
That's me.
Merriweather?
Yes.
And if that scares you,
it should.
Why's that?
Because I know
you're a federal agent,
or at least working with them.
And I don't take kindly to narcs
infiltrating my organization.
You want an apology?
No.
I want Vladmir back.
I know you arrested him today.
We did.
He's being booked now.
Which he deserves.
I should just let him rot
in prison.
But unlike you, Toby,
I believe in loyalty.
So I have a deal to propose.
Don't make deals
with terrorists.
And I don't kill federal agents,
but sometimes we have
to make exceptions.
Don't we?
NCIS Special Agent
Eleanor Bishop.
Pretty girl.
But getting less
pretty by the hour.
You have someone I want.
I have someone you want.
Let's trade.
When and where?
McGillis Airport.
Parking Lot 3C.
Just you and Vladmir.
One hour.
I need more time than that.
That's not my problem.
If I don't see you both here
in one hour,
I'm leaving the country
and I'm taking the girl with me.
And trust me, Toby,
she won't still be breathing
when I land.
Boss, just a friendly reminder--
Vladmir's dead.
Yeah, I know, McGee.
Well, so there's no way
Fornell's gonna make it
to the airport on time.
Yeah, I know, McGee.
I know.
Well, what's
our plan, then?
Okay, we're good.
Cameras are disabled.
Who taught you so much about
electronic surveillance?
YouTube.
Who taught you about YouTube?
Empty.
Another home run for
Donnie Brasco over here.
Never said this is
definitely where
the shipment was coming in.
(phone chimes, buzzes)
Just said it was our best lead.
Merriweather has Bishop.
Is she okay?
For now.
We got to clear
this place quick.
I got to go.
Viktor!
Toby!
What's up, my dude?
Sorry I'm late.
It's all good, bro.
They didn't even tell me
you was coming.
Vlad here, too?
No. Vlad
couldn't make it tonight.
For real? Why not?
Because he's in jail.
Seems our friend Toby here has
been working with the police.
We caught his partner
performing surveillance
outside Vlad's house.
You're a rat?
TORRES:
Uh-uh!
I wouldn't do that...
my dude.
Federal agents.
Drop the gun.
Drop it!
Knees.
Knees.
Knees!
Knees.
No, I'm not a cop.
Have no rules.
Knees!
(handcuffs jangling)
I guess we're even.
Thanks, kid.
Go get your girl back.
And take that bastard down
for me.
(phone rings)
Not a good time, Tobias.
Just talked to Vance,
heard your plan,
if you can call it that.
McGee's posing as me?
You said
Merriweather's never met you.
Yeah, but he's seen me
on surveillance video.
He knows what I look like.
Got 30 years on you, McGee.
And a lot less hair.
He's wearing a ball cap.
A ball cap?
Really? Oh, well,
then it's all... (sighs)
Look, I don't care
what Merriweather promised you.
He wants to kill me, which means
he's going to kill you.
Not gonna let it happen.
You really think
Merriweather's gonna trade
Bishop for a corpse?
He doesn't know
that Vladmir's dead.
I'll tell him
he's tied up in the trunk
till we get eyes on Bishop.
And then what happens?
Then I shoot Merriweather
in the head.
You got a plan B?
Then don't miss.
(tires screech)
(engine revving)
(tires screech)
What if Fornell's right?
Gibbs and McGee
could be heading into an ambush.
I know, Jack, but our
options are limited.
McGEE:
Director, you got me?
Loud and clear, Agent McGee.
All right, I just dropped Gibbs
at the control tower.
ETA-- about 30 seconds.
Getting in position, Leon.
VANCE:
Copy that.
McGEE:
Entering
the airport grounds now.
Got a visual.
What's your ETA
to Lot 3C?
Just pulled in.
McGee's six minutes late.
And Merriweather made it clear
what would happen
if he was late.
(exhales)
Got eyes on you, McGee.
No sign of Bishop
or Merriweather.
Hold position.
Something's not right
with this, Leon.
Need the stats
on this tower, Leon.
Working on it,
Gibbs. Stand by.
Elevation: 57.17 feet.
Wind speed:
east southeast,
six knots.
We got a plane!
Where?
Uh... east. East of you.
VANCE:
Near the hangars, McGee.
Got it.
(tires screeching)
GIBBS:
That's Merriweather.
Have a visual. In pursuit.
VANCE:
Thermal imaging shows a pilot,
two passengers.
That's got to be
Merriweather and Bishop.
SLOANE:
Merriweather is not doing
the trade, McGee!
They're taking off!
MAN (over radio):
All aircraft, please stand down
at this time.
We have unauthorized activity
on the tarmac.
(indistinct radio transmission)
What the hell is that?
Oh, God.
A bomb.
(tires screeching)
NCIS!
McGee! It's a trap.
There's a bomb on that plane.
Get out of there now!
All right, boss, cover me.
I'm going in.
McGee,
get your ass back in the car.
Tim, raise your hand
if you can hear me.
His comms are out.
That plane's gonna blow, Gibbs.
Get him out
of there now!
What about Bishop?
You want one dead agent or two?
Gibbs, do you copy?
Copy.
(gunshot)
(gasps)
Shots fired!
He's not stopping.
He's not gonna stop.
(gunshot)
(grunts)
SLOANE:
Gibbs, what are you doing?
What he has to.
(groaning):
I'm hit.
Okay. (groans)
Damn it, McGee. Stay down.
(grunts)
(grunts)
(groaning)
(groans)
Help me.
Boss, help me.
Oh!
(siren wailing)
(indistinct chatter)
Victim received
two gunshot wounds,
left biceps, right quadriceps.
Shot range was 850 meters,
308 Winchesters.
And you know all this how?
Bishop? Bishop?!
Nick! Hey!
Bishop!
Torres, stop!
Ellie!
It's full of fuel! Stop!
Ellie! We got to get Ellie!
Bishop!
Nick!
(grunting)
(panting)
You all right?
Are you okay?
(panting)
Merriweather wasn't
on the plane.
JIMMY:
John McClane,
eat your heart out.
(groans softly)
How did you get
off of that plane?
Let's go. On the
plane. Come on.
(grunting)
(choking)
Bishop?
I asked nicely.
I guess not nicely enough, huh?
Yeah, this little badass
was hiding in the hangar
when the, uh, plane exploded.
(phone ringing)
So, Merriweather wasn't
on the plane, either?
No. His whole trade offer was
a plan to lure Fornell there.
So you were just bait.
BISHOP:
Merriweather knew all along that
Fornell had killed Vladmir.
Vlad's house was-- ooh--
wired with hidden cameras.
TORRES: Mm-hmm, okay.
Merriweather wanted payback,
so he rigged the plane
with a bomb.
But why would he want
to kill his own guys?
He blamed them for allowing
Fornell into his crew.
All right. Thank you, Delilah.
You hang in there.
All right.
McGee's in surgery.
The bullet,
uh, in his leg
nicked a, uh,
femoral artery.
He's lost a lot of blood.
Gibbs, I just want to say
that I know
how hard this must...
We get an ID on
Merriweather?
Working on it.
Work faster.
What this guy just did,
I guarantee
he's leaving the country.
Not today.
Vladmir's phone, the one McGee
and I couldn't hack into?
I just hacked into it.
And found what?
Vladmir's mobile bank records.
Over the last year,
he's wired $40 million
to the same woman.
You remember her, Gibbs?
She was with Merriweather
at Beltway Burgers.
That's his daughter.
Oh, yeah, I figured that out
after I looked up
her social media.
I'll bet she's been laundering
her daddy's money for him.
We pick her up, lean on her,
and she leads us to her dad.
I think
her dad might be with her.
Today's her
21st birthday,
and she's been posting about
a special gift
he's bringing her.
BISHOP:
This guy really
have the nerve
to stick around
after what he did?
Been using fake identities
to hide in plain sight
for years.
Not anymore.
(cork pops, liquid pours)
WOMAN:
Happy birthday, Sasha.
WOMAN 2:
Happy birthday. Cheers.
To my beautiful
baby girl.
All grown up.
Happy birthday.
Thanks, Daddy.
Oh, no, no.
Don't thank me yet.
Not until you see
what's parked around the corner.
(gasps)
Better be the red one.
(laughter)
(gasps, screams)
Full sport package, right?
I hope you leased it,
Alexi.
Been a while since
you heard your real name, huh?
Federal agents.
Daddy?
You got some cuffs?
Hi.
I'm Toby.
Nice to finally
meet you.
It's nice for me, at least.
It's okay, sweetie,
I won't be gone long.
Oh, no worries.
She's going with you.
Me?! Wh-What did I do?
You helped Daddy hide his money.
I'll handle this.
Just keep quiet, okay?
I'll get you bailed.
You promised
this wouldn't happen.
You said offshore couldn't be
traced and that it'd be...
Hey, hey, hey, shut the hell up!
(gasps)
Take me,
but don't arrest her, okay?
You're throwing
my daughter's life away.
Guess now you know
what that feels like.
Alexi Myshkin.
Never heard of him.
TORRES:
He worked hard at that.
Burned all traces of his
real identity years ago
when he, uh, entered
the drug game.
And our drug lord suddenly
turns into a terrorist?
Why?
Money.
But didn't he have money?
Not this kind of money.
His precious baby girl's
bank accounts were
a treasure trove for
illegal wire transfers.
Offshore money.
All in the last few months.
How many zeros is that?
Enough to try to kill
thousands of sailors
and Marines.
So, who bought him?
Not that many people
with that kind of money,
but there are governments.
(phone chimes)
And Alexi has ties to a
Russian oligarch who's, uh,
known for poisoning enemies
of the Kremlin.
Uh, I just got an update
from Delilah.
McGee's out of surgery.
How is he?
Uh, stable, but the doctors say
he's still not out of the woods.
And Delilah?
BISHOP:
She seems like she's
putting on a brave face,
but I think
she could use a little backup.
I'll update SECNAV,
and I'll check in
with Delilah myself.
Okay.
I'm gonna head to the hospital
tomorrow morning.
I'll meet you there.
That's good work. Go home.
Sir.
You, uh... you think he's okay?
I think he did
what he had to do.
Yeah, I get that.
But he did just shoot
one of his best friends,
and he's acting
like it's any another day.
Well, it's Gibbs.
Nothing fazes him.
Yeah, well,
maybe some things should.
(dogs barking in distance)
(sighs)
I don't know if I should punch
you or if I should hug you.
Can we start with the hug?
(laughs)
Mmm. You scared
the hell out of me.
I'm sorry, Em. I wanted
to call, but I couldn't
until this was over.
I got something for you.
I know you did this
all for me,
but I really don't know how I'm
ever going to make it up to you.
You just did.
And you cleaned up my mess.
Most of it.
I was too scared to touch
that bloodstain over there.
Is that your blood, Daddy?
Some of it.
But you're okay, right?
I am now.
What happened?
No more questions.
Okay.
(indistinct announcement
over P.A.)
I'll be on the floor if
you have any questions.
How is he?
No change.
They just...
they still don't know.
Delilah, I-I...
Gibbs, you don't have to say it.
I know that... (sighs)
you had no choice.
You saved Tim's life.
Right?
(monitors beeping)
Captioning sponsored by
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and TOYOTA.
Perfect timing, Gibbs.
Winston never showed up?
No, he didn't,
but I found him just the same.
What'd you do?
Nothing. Gonna need some time.
Check back with me
in about two weeks.
Two weeks?
$1.59, please.
What's fast food got to do
with counterfeit opioids?
The pill pusher we were supposed
to be following, he worked here.
Bingo-bango.
Found those in
the freezer.
I told you the pills are being
run through this place.
Gibbs, I just found out the name
of our drug kingpin.
Merriweather.
Is that a first name or a last?
It's an alias. I'll meet you
at the drive-through
in two days to explain.
That'll be $1.59, please.
Where's the, uh, usual guy?
Toby? He has not shown up
for work the last two days.
Blood match came back.
Is it Fornell's?
Yeah.
So Fornell is M.I.A.,
and we are no closer
to catching Merriweather?
What are you suggesting?
We keep going.
For how long?
As long as it takes, Leon.
We...
(line clicks)
(door opens)
(footfalls approaching)
VANCE:
Had an empty chair next to me
at our poker game tonight.
Again.
Yeah, I've been busy.
Yeah, I see that.
50,000 opioid deaths just
in the last year, Leon.
That's a football stadium
full of parents and kids.
VANCE:
And Emily Fornell was
almost one of them.
She got lucky.
And she knows it, too.
She is doing the work.
So is her dad.
Yeah, that's why I'm here.
SECNAV just pulled
the plug on the op.
Op's not finished.
It is for us.
The order is to hand it
over to the DEA.
The DEA?
You know damn well
there's no military connection.
They have done nothing.
And after three
months, Gibbs,
we are no closer
to identifying Merriweather
or plugging his opioid pipeline.
So as far as SECNAV
is concerned,
all we've done is lost a man.
Fornell's not lost,
he's undercover.
Three months is
a long time to go dark.
Gibbs, he hasn't even
contacted his daughter.
And you haven't found
a trace of him
since he was working
at that burger joint.
You expect me to stop looking?
No, I know you better than that.
I need my team.
I wish I could give them to you.
This is Fornell
we're talking about.
You think I don't know that?
Then call SECNAV back and fight.
I have been fighting, Gibbs.
I don't have any more rope left.
I'm sorry.
The order is to hand over
all of our evidence
first thing
in the morning.
Please tell me you're not going
back to that airport again.
Something's going on out there.
You told me
I have until the morning.
Gibbs, you've been there
a dozen times already.
Maybe this is lucky 13!
(door opens)
(grunting)
Tobias.
*
Lower your weapon.
I can't do that.
Why?
Because I've come way too far
to have you blow this
for me now.
What the hell are
you talking about...
(shouts)
Aah! Son of a bitch!
Sorry, Gibbs!
Merriweather has cameras
all over this place.
If this doesn't look real,
I'm a dead man.
Are you shooting me?!
I'm shooting around you.
But my aim sucks,
so if I were you,
I'd be thinking about hiding.
How do you know the cameras
don't have mics?
Because I set the system up.
So make this look real, Butch.
Not that real!
Why haven't you checked in
with your daughter?
The boss bugs
all our phones.
I couldn't risk it. Heads up.
Did you get an ID
on Merriweather?
No, not yet, but I will soon.
You said that three months ago!
Did you even meet this guy?
No.
But I hear there's
a big shipment of pills
coming in, something different.
Different how?
I don't know!
I need more time.
You're out of time!
(grunts)
What are you...
You trying
to kill me?
If I wanted to kill you,
you'd be dead!
Read me in!
(exhales sharply)
Check your glove box
in five minutes.
Now try not to shoot me.
(door opens)
(seagulls squawking)
I understand, Director.
I appreciate the heads-up.
We'll increase
our Force Protection Condition
to Bravo immediately.
You keep me updated,
I'll do the same.
Fornell's alive.
He called you?
No, he kneed me in the nu...
Merriweather had eyes on us.
So you hit him back?
I shot at him.
Okay, and-and then?
And then he gave me these.
I'm guessing that this blur
is the infamous Merriweather.
And those pills
are his latest product.
Gibbs, these look
like the same drugs
that Emily Fornell OD'd on.
No. Fornell said
that this batch? Different.
Different how?
I'm not sure yet.
Okay.
Thank you for bringing
all this to me, Gibbs.
I will make sure
it gets turned over
to the DEA
as soon as possible.
I was thinking we'd give it all
to Kasie instead.
We just talked
about this.
SECNAV's orders
were clear, Gibbs.
I'm sorry,
my hands are tied here.
What's this?
Something to untie your hands.
Petty Officer Marcus Rico?
I did some digging
last night.
Kid went U.A. two days ago.
And the MPs found 300 of those
stashed in
his lockbox.
Odds are, Rico's dealing.
We find him, he may
lead us to Merriweather.
You run that by SECNAV.
Bad timing, Gibbs.
That phone call
you walked in on?
That was Homeland.
There's chatter
of a possible
terrorist attack
on one of our military bases.
When?
I don't know.
I had to raise the threat level.
I'll let you know
as soon as I know more.
And until then, Mr. Director?
You gather your files
to transfer to DEA.
And we'll send them
once you and your team
have had time to review them.
Which I would have
to believe will take
72 hours.
Hopefully less.
Gibbs.
Take this bastard down.
So, you did all of this
by yourself?
When?
Probably when he was
"sturgeon fishing."
(laughs)
You knew.
McGEE:
Well, not specifically.
But you kept disappearing
with odd excuses.
We knew something was up.
Yeah, but, McGee, you did guess
that he had a secret girlfriend.
Yeah. The point is, why all
the cloak and dagger stuff?
SECNAV's orders. Two men only.
Her new order
is to turn over
the Merriweather case
to the DEA, but Vance
bought us a few days.
BISHOP:
What is that?
A clue from Fornell.
You want us to figure out
in three days
what Fornell couldn't
in three months?
And all we have to go on is, uh,
a picture
of Sasquatch.
Kasie's running facial rec.
Boss, what facial rec?
There's no face.
Well, not yet, but there
will be, once she gets done
doing whatever the hell
she does with these things.
Petty Officer Rico.
He is our best shot
at finding Merriweather.
I'll check social media,
dig into his personal life.
Bishop, Torres?
Talk to his CO. On it.
Start with the bunkmate.
I thought you enhanced it.
Hold your horses, because
that's the original photo.
After I ran a pixel resolution
and a photo clarity program...
Wait for it...
Ta-da!
That's enhanced?
Hey, I did the best I could
with what you gave me.
Let's just say Fornell
is no Annie Leibovitz.
We got an ID?
I'm running
facial recognition software now.
Fingers crossed,
but no guarantees.
What about Fornell's pills?
They are next on the list,
but are you sure
these aren't the same pills
I tested three months ago?
They look identical.
No. Fornell said
they're different.
Call me when you
know something.
(computer dings)
I know something.
Facial rec got a hit
on Mr. Blurry Face.
His real name is...
GIBBS:
Maxwell Hughes.
Nice work, Kase.
Thanks. You know,
never underestimate
the power of-- uh-oh.
(computer dinging)
Uh-oh what?
Apparently, his name
is also Mikhail Kuzanov.
It seems your Merriweather has
two identities.
Oh. Make that three.
Which I guess makes sense.
Drug kingpins like
to remain anonymous.
When you're done here, Kase,
get all the IDs
to McGee.
Okay.
Might be a while.
(man speaking indistinctly
over P.A.)
Marcus is a total gym rat.
By far the best trash talker
on our intramural squad.
The only problem is,
he's a scrub
who can't back it up.
He's one of those, huh?
One game
he chucked up nine threes
in the first half,
all air balls.
But he never stopped
talking trash.
He was actually
a hell of a teammate.
Was? What changed?
Earlier this year,
he blew out his knee
during a field training
exercise.
Right.
He was prescribed Vicodin.
We checked out
his medical records.
That stuff
grabbed hold of him, sir.
When the doctor's refills
ran out,
he had to find another source.
TORRES:
And the drugs
got expensive,
so he started dealing
to maintain his habit.
His customers civilian or Navy?
Navy, ma'am.
It-it started out
with just a few guys,
but it's gotten out of hand.
These knockoff opioids
he's dealing,
they are really addictive.
Yeah. That's kind of the point.
Have you heard
the name Merriweather before?
I'll take that as a yes.
Look, I-I told you
everything I know.
No, obviously
you haven't.
Your friend is missing.
You want to help us
find him or not?
Of course, ma'am, but I don't...
I don't want to die trying,
either.
Merriweather won't find out
you talked.
I sure as hell hope not.
Because from what I hear,
Merriweather
does not mess around.
Marcus left to pick up
a batch of new pills
two days ago, and I...
I haven't seen him since.
Where was the pickup?
I don't know, sir. I swear.
My Navy career is over,
isn't it?
Man, you messed up.
You got to be held accountable.
These new pills,
what's so special about them?
The price.
Marcus normally charges
$20 a pill,
but Merriweather wanted him
to cut the rate to five.
Why would a drug dealer want to
practically give his stuff away?
McGEE:
Seven passports,
all with the same photo,
all with different names.
Which one's Merriweather?
None of them, actually.
All the names are aliases.
No addresses, no social
security numbers, nothing.
You access TSA records?
I did. That's where things
get interesting.
All seven of them
routinely traveled back
and forth to Russia.
Beltway Burgers.
Napkins. Now.
I'll get 'em, hon.
I saw this guy
the day I went to visit Fornell.
He was probably checking out
his operations.
Want to start interrogating
employees,
look for an inside men?
No. No, I don't want to tip off
Merriweather.
I'll get Sloane to pull
employee records,
see if anybody stands out.
Oh, uh, speaking of Beltway,
seems that
Petty Officer Rico was
quite a fan.
I downloaded the diagnostics
from his vehicle.
Didn't leave base a lot,
but when he did,
he went to four
different Beltway Burgers
in two different states.
What do they all
have in common?
Other than burgers.
Hey. State police found
Petty Officer Rico.
Torres is escorting him in now.
To interrogation?
No, to autopsy.
Man, he was just a kid.
He was 19.
You know,
Emily Fornell was lucky
she lived long enough
to get off this stuff.
Taking, uh,
Merriweather's opioids
is like playing
Russian roulette.
JIMMY:
Thanks, Kasie.
(sighs):
Not quite.
With Russian roulette,
at least you stand a chance.
Petty Officer Rico here
was doomed
the second he took
that first pill.
That was Kasie
who just called.
To no surprise, there
are traces of opiates
in Rico's system, yes,
but not nearly enough
to kill an experienced
user like him.
So, what killed him?
A deadly combination
of saxitoxin and abrin.
He was poisoned?
Yeah. And Kasie found
the same cocktail of toxins
in the coating
of Merriweather's latest batch.
See, these new pills
aren't meant to get you high.
They're meant
to kill you.
Okay, but I don't get it.
Why-why would a drug dealer
want to kill his customers?
I think I've got
the answer to that.
I just figured out
what Petty Officer Rico's
four Beltway Burgers
have in common.
They are all located
within two miles
of the four largest military
installations on the East Coast.
Vance did talk that
there was chatter about a...
pending attack
on one of the bases.
Well, now we know
who's behind it.
Merriweather's
not just a drug dealer anymore.
No, he's a terrorist.
Biotoxins? I thought
Merriweather was dealing
counterfeit opioids.
He was. A lot of 'em.
He's been flooding
the East Coast
with his opioids for years now.
He's been preying
on the military.
Built pipelines onto the bases.
How?
By recruiting
vulnerable Marines and sailors
to go to work for him.
And he's been using
Beltway Burgers
as his distribution centers?
Sure seems that way.
McGEE:
The four bases
that have the highest number
of drug-related court-martials
are all near Beltway Burgers.
But now
this drug kingpin decides
to become a terrorist
and swap out his opioids
for actual poison?
My God, how bad can this get?
Well, based
on the potency of the poison
and what we estimate
the current marketplace to be,
we're talking
about thousands of deaths.
Which explains why he was
basically giving away the drugs.
But why target
our military?
Don't know.
We won't know until we find out
who Merriweather is.
Hey, maybe I can help with that.
I ran background
on all the employees
at Beltway Burgers,
and, uh, there was one guy
who stood out.
That's Fornell's boss.
Shift manager Chad Hamilton.
Or so his name tag says.
In reality, Chad has
no driver's license
and no Social Security number.
An alias?
Just like Merriweather.
Yes. But unlike Merriweather,
I know Chad's real identity.
How?
I went down to Beltway,
waited for him
to throw away a cup,
then I grabbed it
and had Kasie pull the prints.
Meet Vladmir Ivinov.
Born in St. Petersburg,
raised in Miami.
Two previous arrests
for narcotics possession
with intent to sell.
You got an address?
BISHOP:
Ah. I love
a man in uniform.
TORRES:
Just your friendly, uh,
neighborhood bug man.
You know, spraying for bugs.
I am more concerned
about that bug in your hand.
Powering on now.
Testing, one, two.
All right, we are good to go.
Entering backyard.
Now, get that placed
and get out of there quickly.
Do I sense a little concern
in your voice, Bishop?
That is concern for the op
and you not screwing it up.
Says the woman that's sitting
on her butt watching TV.
Yeah. Otherwise known
as your backup, buddy.
The only thing you need
to worry about is, uh...
...backing up that van
when I'm finished over here.
You keep talking,
you'll be walking home.
Hey.
What are you doing?
Uh, exterminator.
Yeah, wrong house, buddy.
Oh, no, I'm-I'm
in the right house.
I got a...
I-I got the order right here.
Yeah, I didn't call you, man.
You didn't,
but the head of the HOA did.
Yeah, I'm supposed to do
the whole block.
There's, uh, an infestation,
red ant larva.
Man said
it's not a good time.
Come back later.
Is that Fornell?
Get out of there, Nick.
All right, all right.
My bad, man, my bad.
Okay, I'll just, I'll just start
with your neighbor, but, uh...
VLADMIR:
Hold up.
Just make sure you are
who you say you are...
Enrique.
Come on,
we don't have time for this.
Toby, go finish up inside.
(line ringing)
BISHOP:
Bayside Bugs.
This is Kelly speaking.
Can I tell you about
our termite specials today?
Wrong number.
Abort, Nick. Abort.
(sighs)
So, a red ant larva
infestation?
Uh, yeah, yeah, but it's,
you know, it's seasonal.
Not a big deal, yeah?
I don't care what it is,
I don't want it in my house.
All right? So you spray
the entire yard, all right?
(phone ringing and buzzing)
You got it, boss.
(gunshot)
What the hell
are you guys doing here?
About to ask you
the same thing.
Bishop, got to go.
I told you three times, Torres.
I don't know
where they took Bishop.
Just like you don't know
that your drug dealer boss
is now a terrorist?
I knew he was shifting
gears somehow.
You've been on this guy
for months.
What do you know?
I know I just saved your ass.
How about a little
appreciation, buddy?
What, do you want a thank you
card for that, Fornell?
Bishop was kidnapped.
And whose fault was that?
Yours!
For keeping us out of the loop!
Because I didn't want this
to happen!
Okay. You got it all out
of your system yet?
Or do I have to remind you both
that we are all
on the same team?
TORRES:
Same team?
Where's his badge?
Tough talk, kid.
Keep it up, see what happens.
Rosewood.
That mean anything to you,
Tobias?
Merriweather has code names
for all the places he uses
to unload
his product.
Rosewood is one
of his warehouses. How...?
Jimmy found a napkin
in the pocket
of the guy you just killed.
Has "Rosewood"
written on it.
Fornell, do you think
Rosewood is where
these biotoxins
are coming in?
Could be.
Vlad told me there was
a special shipment
coming in later tonight.
He was about to tell me
where it was, but then...
the bug boy here made
his grand entrance.
VANCE:
Okay.
The warehouse--
you got an address?
No. I've been there,
so I-I, I think I can find it.
It's in West Baltimore.
Go.
I...
(stammers)
I just offed one
of the top lieutenants
in Merriweather's crew,
and you're sending me in
all alone?
I'm sending you with Torres.
What?
No. No, Gibbs,
I can't leave now.
Bishop is missing.
VANCE:
Agent Torres,
find the drugs.
They may lead us to her.
And if not?
We'll find her.
Go, Nick.
And try not to
kill each other.
(stammers)
All right,
did you double-check
the electronic discovery
software?
It loops around to the
original cloaking program.
All right, and you ran
the digital forensics
cryptography program,
right?
Two hours ago.
Bishop's out there somewhere,
and her life may depend
on us hacking into this
dead guy's phone, but
we can't figure it out.
Yet.
Boss, none of our usual
tricks are working here,
not even our
unusual tricks.
Not to mention everything on
the phone is written in Russian.
(phone ringing)
Oh, I will run that
through
my translation program.
GIBBS:
That means "boss."
Hey, hold on.
Yeah?
MAN:
Is this Toby?
That's me.
Merriweather?
Yes.
And if that scares you,
it should.
Why's that?
Because I know
you're a federal agent,
or at least working with them.
And I don't take kindly to narcs
infiltrating my organization.
You want an apology?
No.
I want Vladmir back.
I know you arrested him today.
We did.
He's being booked now.
Which he deserves.
I should just let him rot
in prison.
But unlike you, Toby,
I believe in loyalty.
So I have a deal to propose.
Don't make deals
with terrorists.
And I don't kill federal agents,
but sometimes we have
to make exceptions.
Don't we?
NCIS Special Agent
Eleanor Bishop.
Pretty girl.
But getting less
pretty by the hour.
You have someone I want.
I have someone you want.
Let's trade.
When and where?
McGillis Airport.
Parking Lot 3C.
Just you and Vladmir.
One hour.
I need more time than that.
That's not my problem.
If I don't see you both here
in one hour,
I'm leaving the country
and I'm taking the girl with me.
And trust me, Toby,
she won't still be breathing
when I land.
Boss, just a friendly reminder--
Vladmir's dead.
Yeah, I know, McGee.
Well, so there's no way
Fornell's gonna make it
to the airport on time.
Yeah, I know, McGee.
I know.
Well, what's
our plan, then?
Okay, we're good.
Cameras are disabled.
Who taught you so much about
electronic surveillance?
YouTube.
Who taught you about YouTube?
Empty.
Another home run for
Donnie Brasco over here.
Never said this is
definitely where
the shipment was coming in.
(phone chimes, buzzes)
Just said it was our best lead.
Merriweather has Bishop.
Is she okay?
For now.
We got to clear
this place quick.
I got to go.
Viktor!
Toby!
What's up, my dude?
Sorry I'm late.
It's all good, bro.
They didn't even tell me
you was coming.
Vlad here, too?
No. Vlad
couldn't make it tonight.
For real? Why not?
Because he's in jail.
Seems our friend Toby here has
been working with the police.
We caught his partner
performing surveillance
outside Vlad's house.
You're a rat?
TORRES:
Uh-uh!
I wouldn't do that...
my dude.
Federal agents.
Drop the gun.
Drop it!
Knees.
Knees.
Knees!
Knees.
No, I'm not a cop.
Have no rules.
Knees!
(handcuffs jangling)
I guess we're even.
Thanks, kid.
Go get your girl back.
And take that bastard down
for me.
(phone rings)
Not a good time, Tobias.
Just talked to Vance,
heard your plan,
if you can call it that.
McGee's posing as me?
You said
Merriweather's never met you.
Yeah, but he's seen me
on surveillance video.
He knows what I look like.
Got 30 years on you, McGee.
And a lot less hair.
He's wearing a ball cap.
A ball cap?
Really? Oh, well,
then it's all... (sighs)
Look, I don't care
what Merriweather promised you.
He wants to kill me, which means
he's going to kill you.
Not gonna let it happen.
You really think
Merriweather's gonna trade
Bishop for a corpse?
He doesn't know
that Vladmir's dead.
I'll tell him
he's tied up in the trunk
till we get eyes on Bishop.
And then what happens?
Then I shoot Merriweather
in the head.
You got a plan B?
Then don't miss.
(tires screech)
(engine revving)
(tires screech)
What if Fornell's right?
Gibbs and McGee
could be heading into an ambush.
I know, Jack, but our
options are limited.
McGEE:
Director, you got me?
Loud and clear, Agent McGee.
All right, I just dropped Gibbs
at the control tower.
ETA-- about 30 seconds.
Getting in position, Leon.
VANCE:
Copy that.
McGEE:
Entering
the airport grounds now.
Got a visual.
What's your ETA
to Lot 3C?
Just pulled in.
McGee's six minutes late.
And Merriweather made it clear
what would happen
if he was late.
(exhales)
Got eyes on you, McGee.
No sign of Bishop
or Merriweather.
Hold position.
Something's not right
with this, Leon.
Need the stats
on this tower, Leon.
Working on it,
Gibbs. Stand by.
Elevation: 57.17 feet.
Wind speed:
east southeast,
six knots.
We got a plane!
Where?
Uh... east. East of you.
VANCE:
Near the hangars, McGee.
Got it.
(tires screeching)
GIBBS:
That's Merriweather.
Have a visual. In pursuit.
VANCE:
Thermal imaging shows a pilot,
two passengers.
That's got to be
Merriweather and Bishop.
SLOANE:
Merriweather is not doing
the trade, McGee!
They're taking off!
MAN (over radio):
All aircraft, please stand down
at this time.
We have unauthorized activity
on the tarmac.
(indistinct radio transmission)
What the hell is that?
Oh, God.
A bomb.
(tires screeching)
NCIS!
McGee! It's a trap.
There's a bomb on that plane.
Get out of there now!
All right, boss, cover me.
I'm going in.
McGee,
get your ass back in the car.
Tim, raise your hand
if you can hear me.
His comms are out.
That plane's gonna blow, Gibbs.
Get him out
of there now!
What about Bishop?
You want one dead agent or two?
Gibbs, do you copy?
Copy.
(gunshot)
(gasps)
Shots fired!
He's not stopping.
He's not gonna stop.
(gunshot)
(grunts)
SLOANE:
Gibbs, what are you doing?
What he has to.
(groaning):
I'm hit.
Okay. (groans)
Damn it, McGee. Stay down.
(grunts)
(grunts)
(groaning)
(groans)
Help me.
Boss, help me.
Oh!
(siren wailing)
(indistinct chatter)
Victim received
two gunshot wounds,
left biceps, right quadriceps.
Shot range was 850 meters,
308 Winchesters.
And you know all this how?
Bishop? Bishop?!
Nick! Hey!
Bishop!
Torres, stop!
Ellie!
It's full of fuel! Stop!
Ellie! We got to get Ellie!
Bishop!
Nick!
(grunting)
(panting)
You all right?
Are you okay?
(panting)
Merriweather wasn't
on the plane.
JIMMY:
John McClane,
eat your heart out.
(groans softly)
How did you get
off of that plane?
Let's go. On the
plane. Come on.
(grunting)
(choking)
Bishop?
I asked nicely.
I guess not nicely enough, huh?
Yeah, this little badass
was hiding in the hangar
when the, uh, plane exploded.
(phone ringing)
So, Merriweather wasn't
on the plane, either?
No. His whole trade offer was
a plan to lure Fornell there.
So you were just bait.
BISHOP:
Merriweather knew all along that
Fornell had killed Vladmir.
Vlad's house was-- ooh--
wired with hidden cameras.
TORRES: Mm-hmm, okay.
Merriweather wanted payback,
so he rigged the plane
with a bomb.
But why would he want
to kill his own guys?
He blamed them for allowing
Fornell into his crew.
All right. Thank you, Delilah.
You hang in there.
All right.
McGee's in surgery.
The bullet,
uh, in his leg
nicked a, uh,
femoral artery.
He's lost a lot of blood.
Gibbs, I just want to say
that I know
how hard this must...
We get an ID on
Merriweather?
Working on it.
Work faster.
What this guy just did,
I guarantee
he's leaving the country.
Not today.
Vladmir's phone, the one McGee
and I couldn't hack into?
I just hacked into it.
And found what?
Vladmir's mobile bank records.
Over the last year,
he's wired $40 million
to the same woman.
You remember her, Gibbs?
She was with Merriweather
at Beltway Burgers.
That's his daughter.
Oh, yeah, I figured that out
after I looked up
her social media.
I'll bet she's been laundering
her daddy's money for him.
We pick her up, lean on her,
and she leads us to her dad.
I think
her dad might be with her.
Today's her
21st birthday,
and she's been posting about
a special gift
he's bringing her.
BISHOP:
This guy really
have the nerve
to stick around
after what he did?
Been using fake identities
to hide in plain sight
for years.
Not anymore.
(cork pops, liquid pours)
WOMAN:
Happy birthday, Sasha.
WOMAN 2:
Happy birthday. Cheers.
To my beautiful
baby girl.
All grown up.
Happy birthday.
Thanks, Daddy.
Oh, no, no.
Don't thank me yet.
Not until you see
what's parked around the corner.
(gasps)
Better be the red one.
(laughter)
(gasps, screams)
Full sport package, right?
I hope you leased it,
Alexi.
Been a while since
you heard your real name, huh?
Federal agents.
Daddy?
You got some cuffs?
Hi.
I'm Toby.
Nice to finally
meet you.
It's nice for me, at least.
It's okay, sweetie,
I won't be gone long.
Oh, no worries.
She's going with you.
Me?! Wh-What did I do?
You helped Daddy hide his money.
I'll handle this.
Just keep quiet, okay?
I'll get you bailed.
You promised
this wouldn't happen.
You said offshore couldn't be
traced and that it'd be...
Hey, hey, hey, shut the hell up!
(gasps)
Take me,
but don't arrest her, okay?
You're throwing
my daughter's life away.
Guess now you know
what that feels like.
Alexi Myshkin.
Never heard of him.
TORRES:
He worked hard at that.
Burned all traces of his
real identity years ago
when he, uh, entered
the drug game.
And our drug lord suddenly
turns into a terrorist?
Why?
Money.
But didn't he have money?
Not this kind of money.
His precious baby girl's
bank accounts were
a treasure trove for
illegal wire transfers.
Offshore money.
All in the last few months.
How many zeros is that?
Enough to try to kill
thousands of sailors
and Marines.
So, who bought him?
Not that many people
with that kind of money,
but there are governments.
(phone chimes)
And Alexi has ties to a
Russian oligarch who's, uh,
known for poisoning enemies
of the Kremlin.
Uh, I just got an update
from Delilah.
McGee's out of surgery.
How is he?
Uh, stable, but the doctors say
he's still not out of the woods.
And Delilah?
BISHOP:
She seems like she's
putting on a brave face,
but I think
she could use a little backup.
I'll update SECNAV,
and I'll check in
with Delilah myself.
Okay.
I'm gonna head to the hospital
tomorrow morning.
I'll meet you there.
That's good work. Go home.
Sir.
You, uh... you think he's okay?
I think he did
what he had to do.
Yeah, I get that.
But he did just shoot
one of his best friends,
and he's acting
like it's any another day.
Well, it's Gibbs.
Nothing fazes him.
Yeah, well,
maybe some things should.
(dogs barking in distance)
(sighs)
I don't know if I should punch
you or if I should hug you.
Can we start with the hug?
(laughs)
Mmm. You scared
the hell out of me.
I'm sorry, Em. I wanted
to call, but I couldn't
until this was over.
I got something for you.
I know you did this
all for me,
but I really don't know how I'm
ever going to make it up to you.
You just did.
And you cleaned up my mess.
Most of it.
I was too scared to touch
that bloodstain over there.
Is that your blood, Daddy?
Some of it.
But you're okay, right?
I am now.
What happened?
No more questions.
Okay.
(indistinct announcement
over P.A.)
I'll be on the floor if
you have any questions.
How is he?
No change.
They just...
they still don't know.
Delilah, I-I...
Gibbs, you don't have to say it.
I know that... (sighs)
you had no choice.
You saved Tim's life.
Right?
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