NCIS (2003–…): Season 7, Episode 8 - Power Down - full transcript

- (typing)
- (exaggerated groaning)

(gruff voice):
Grimlock the Great,

you have stolen my Magic Meteor,

plundered my elderberry fields

and crossed into my land
for the last time.

Meet your fate,

you son of a half-gnome.

(beeping)

No!

Mom! Mom!

- WOMAN: What?!
- Internet's down again.

What the hell is wrong now?

(beeping continues)

(heavy gunfire)

(alarm blaring)

(groaning)

GUARD:
Stone!

Come on. Come on.

(groaning)

- I got the jump on one.
- Huh?

- Cuffed him to a pipe.
- What do these guys want?

Maybe they're pissed
with their service, huh?

GUARD:
Where's that backup?

(zapping)

- Huh?
- STONE: Now what?

(indistinct voices)

(Tony groans)

PALMER:
Don't bother, Tony.

Cell towers are down, too.

Don't need a cell tower
to play Bing Ball.

Which is about all I'm
going to get done today.

Who let you out of your cave?

Dr. Mallard

sent me up for a sit-rep.

- It's my first sit-rep.
- (distant siren blares)

Lucky you.

Well, the heat's out,
the phone's out,

Internet's down, no elevator,
coffee or vending machines.

Backup generators are feeding

basic lights,
communications in MTAC.

Oh, and autopsy freezers.

Really?

Yeah, that could get ugly, huh?

- Mmm.
- So will Gibbs,

if McGee and Ziva
don't get here pretty soon.

Get here?

You didn't hear?

Tony, they never left
last night.

You see this?
Nine hours, 21 minutes.

Has it been that long?

(thuds)

Why did you do that?

It was either you or the watch.

It's just, what's taking
so long, you know?

Look, I'm sure
we're not the only ones

who need to be rescued.
Plus, things could be

- a lot worse.
- Yeah, how's that?

Well, we could be stuck
here with Tony.

TONY:
I heard that.

I find it very interesting
that the two of you

left together late last night.

Just ignore him.

He's like an annoying bug.

Eventually, he'll just go away.

Ziva, it's been five years.

Trust me,
he's not going anywhere.

If you want, I can sing
a song for you guys.

- Excuse me.
- Oh, sorry.

McGEE:
Rather have an update, Tony.

There was an explosion
at a Potomac Electric substation

causing some kind of...

uh...

What is it?

Begins with a "C,"
rhymes with "parade sailor."

- Cascade failure?
- Cascade failure.

God, you're good at this, McGee.

So, that chain reaction
knocked out power

in half the district.

PEPCO says they'll have it
back online soon.

ZIVA:
Could not happen soon enough.

I'm sure Gibbs
is feeling right at home.

Well, you don't need electricity
to use hand tools

or drink a bottle of bourbon.

(Tony chuckles)

He's right behind you, isn't he?

Yes, he is.

Boss, you know
there's nothing wrong

with the occasional cocktail.

Grab your gear.

Got a dead Navy lieutenant

at an Internet provider.

- So, we're still?
- Working?

Yeah. Of course we are.

I didn't mean to suggest

that I wasn't planning
on being productive today.

MAN:
No go.

Try patching the doors
to the backup generator.

(whirring)

Oh, thank God.

You're late, McGee.

DUCKY: I must apologize
for our tardiness.

Mr. Palmer
has trouble navigating

when the streetlights
are working.

It is not my fault.

MapChart was down.

And who do we have here?

McGEE:
Navy Lieutenant Emma Paxton.

And?

Actually, that's all we have.

NCIS servers are down, too.

Local LEOs identified her

by a credit card
found in her boot.

And as to why a Naval officer
was taking part in the assault?

Well, that is the million dollar
question, Ducky.

GUARD: I was doing rounds
when the alarm went off.

Next thing we knew,
all hell broke loose.

How many?

Three, I think.

Armed to the teeth.

I tackled the woman.

Was able to cuff her.

She was wounded?

No.

She was fine when I left her.

I... I think her friends
shot her.

They did not want to risk

leaving someone behind
who would talk.

STONE:
So... she's dead,

'cause of me.

Hey, it was either them or us.

- What were they after?
- STONE: I don't know.

Last I saw them,
they were heading into the farm.

The farm?

Yeah, kind of the brains
of the whole place.

Real high security.

Even we don't have access.

Lucky for them,
the power went out,

or I doubt they would
have made it inside.

Mmm, maybe not so lucky.

I will alert Potomac Electric.

Boss,

they call it the farm.

As in the server farm.

Connects the Internet

to Internet users.

Anything worth stealing?

Yeah, millions in proprietary
trade secrets for one.

We'll have to wait
till they do a full inventory

to see what's missing.

That's the iris scanner.

Controls the magnetic seals.

Lock's uncrackable.

Yeah, so they blew the power.

Looks like it.

The camera.

Left it to charge overnight.

Obviously, it didn't.

I can... I can run back
to the car,

see if...

Hmm. Mmm...

Wouldn't happen to have any food
in there, would you, boss?

Missed dinner last night.

I'm going to pass.

If I don't offer it,
then we don't share it.

I understand completely.
Thank you for offering.

Boss, I found tire tracks from
the getaway car in the alley.

And an eyewitness
who can give us a sketch

of one of the gunmen.

I also alerted Potomac Electric

for the possible
connection here.

So, power's going
to be back on soon?

Actually,
they said the damage

was a lot worse
than they thought.

The chain reaction
has now spread to the entire

tristate area.

We may be without power
for days.

So, how are we going to run
fingerprints through AFIS?

Or facial recognition software?

What is that?

Or access our photos
from our digital cameras?

Ah.

(grunts)

Want to switch?

TONY:
Lieutenant Emma Paxton.

McGEE:
According to her record,

which I found in the annex

misfiled in a box
with a rat trap stuck to it,

she works for AFE.

Armed Forces Entertainment.

McGEE:
It's a DOD agency

that, uh, sets up concerts
for military overseas.

Yeah, Tim, I think he knows
what it is.

She was a booking agent.

What was she doing at SwiftCast?

Appears to have been
robbing the place.

You mean, why was she
robbing the place?

McGEE: Background does not shed
a lot of light.

Has a squeaky clean record.

Never saw combat.

(clicking)

Married her
high school sweetheart,

Anthony. Nice name.

She's also an upstanding member
of her church.

Sounds like a criminal
mastermind to me.

What about the other two gunmen?

McGEE:
Abby's working on the tire track

we lifted from SwiftCast.
She wants to talk to you.

I've got the gunman sketch
from our eyewitness.

- DiNozzo, BOLO.
- On it.

- McGee. - Lieutenant Paxton's
bank statements

and credit card... on it.

Ziva, I want to talk
to the husband.

I will arrange it.

TONY:
Fax is dead.

ZIVA:
Phone is dead.

McGEE:
Computer's dead.

It's going to be a long case.

- (music plays on boom box)
- GIBBS: What do you got?

Better question is,
"What do you not got, Abbs?"

And the better answer
would be a Caf-POW!

I mean, I'm trying
to make my own here,

but I'm missing, like,
400 ingredients.

- You all right?
- No.

I'm not okay, and I'm not going

to be okay
until the power comes back on

and I can run diagnostics
on my babies.

These aren't like lightbulbs,
Gibbs.

You can't turn them on and off.

They're complex pieces
of machinery

that require precise
shut-down sequences.

I don't understand.

I mean, why does Autopsy
get backup power and I don't?

MTAC, I get that, but what does
Ducky have that I don't have?

- Corpses.
- I'll get some corpses.

Okay, I'm going
to start this again.

What do you got?

- Nothing. - You called me down
here to say you have nothing?

- That's why I called you down
here. - To say you have nothing?

Well, I have something.

A tire track.
Tony brought the mold down.

And my babies could I.D.
this thing in like two minutes,

but at this point, I'm going to
have to do this by hand, Gibbs.

By hand! I mean, do you
understand what that means?

Maybe you know what that means,

but I just need to know
that you know not to expect

- my normal miracles.
- Yes.

Great. I'll see you in an hour.

(music distorting,
winding down)

No!

No! No!

ZIVA:
So, this makes copies?

TONY:
I don't know.

For some reason, I'm flashing
back to the fourth grade.

There's no scanner.

Sister Maryanne thought I was
cheating on my geology test.

Well, maybe this is it.

(gasps)

Hey, boss.

Lieutenant, uh, Paxton's
husband's

up at the conference room.

I was just about
to come get you.

We are still working
on distributing the BOLO sketch.

E-mail's down.

We found this in storage.

We just need
to find a brontosaurus

who knows how to use it.

TONY:
Boss, that was very impressive.

McGee, did you get that?

One of the men she was with.
It look familiar?

"With"?

What is that supposed to mean?

My wife was a victim here.

I'm sorry. I...

I don't expect you
to understand.

But you do,

don't you?

You want answers.

I want my wife back.

My wife was a proud American.

Third-generation Navy.

One of the good guys.

There is one last thing

I can do for her...

I can bury her...

with the full military honors
she deserves.

Boss.

Spoke to SwiftCast's CEO.

They finished their inventory
of the farm

and every other room
the gunmen were in.

What did they grab?

Nothing.

So, why was his wife lying dead
on the floor?

Hey, guys, look what I found.
(laughs)

Look at this.

What's the map for?

TONY:
What are you talking about?

Can't have a corkboard
and no map.

Haven't you ever seen Dragnet?

No.

Baretta?

Kojak?

Then this will mean nothing
to you.

(a la Kojak):
Who loves ya, baby?

Right, boss?

Telly on the telly?

Sorry.

So, what do we got, Ziva?

A break-in at a facility

with millions of dollars
worth of equipment,

but nothing appears
to have been stolen.

And nothing left behind.

SwiftCast swept for bombs,
bugs, everything.

Place is clean.

Alarm was triggered
during the break-in.

Maybe the gunmen split

before they got
what they came for.

We need to find
those missing gunmen.

TONY:
Still waiting on the BOLO,

but, uh, our best lead
is Lieutenant Paxton.

Talk to her CO.

Okay.
Sorry about the Kojak, boss.

Talking to her CO.

Hey. Excuse me.

Where do you think you're going?

Uh, didn't you hear the boss?

I'm going to go talk
to Lieutenant Paxton's CO.

Then, who is going to go

through her bank
and credit card statements?

I figured, since that
was your area of expertise,

you might look
through her credit cards

and bank statements.

I don't do hard copies.

(chuckling):
Oh.

Then let's flip for it.

Last time we flipped,
you used a trick coin.

We'll use your coin.

Fine.

I flip,
you call it in the air.

If you touch me,
I automatically win,

and...

Sorry, McGee.

(groans)

DUCKY:
Ah, Jethro.

I was wondering
when you'd come down.

Yeah, I've been busy, Duck.

Yes, I imagine.

I take it you noticed

that the power has gone out?

(laughing):
Yeah.

DUCKY:
Well, luckily for me,

the main tool of my trade

does not require electricity.

- Observation.
- Yes.

And what I have observed

is two gunshots fired
at close range.

Both tore through her heart.

Yeah, they weren't taking
any chances that she'd talk.

Oh, she still talks.

And this contusion here
corroborates

the security guard's story
of her capture.

However, these handcuff bruises
are far too profound

for her to have done them
herself.

Gunmen tried to free her
before they killed her.

Yes, which shows they did it
as a last resort.

Which suggests a concern
for her welfare.

- (footsteps approaching)
- (man humming)

Uh, go ahead.

With the power out
in the rest of the building,

I offered 107 to the staff.

Anything else?

Well, you know how I strive
for balance, Jethro.

(chuckles)
With two things

that I can explain,
followed by two

that I cannot.

The first, this swelling

of her extremities.

Well, there are
medical conditions

that would explain such edema,

but the lieutenant
shows no anatomical

indications
of having any of them.

Blood work?

Well, I sent it out to Abby.

But with her mass spec down,

I think it might be quite
some time before we get results.

(chuckles)

I was...

- Uh-uh.
- MAN: just gonna...

(clears throat)

The second thing?

I discovered extensive evidence

of severe and widespread trauma:

broken bones,

uh, stab wound scars,

gunshot wounds.

But according to her records...

She's never been in combat.

There's more to this woman
than meets the eye, Jethro.

(horns honking,
sirens blaring in distance)

I can't believe it.

I just can't believe
Emma's dead.

When was the last time
you spoke to Lieutenant Paxton?

I mean, yeah,
this is the military,

but this is
the entertainment division.

When people die here,
it's onstage.

Just the facts, ma'am.

Oh, I'm sorry. Um...

we last spoke, uh,
three days ago.

Before she was supposed
to leave for Baghdad?

She wasn't going to Baghdad.

We spoke
when she called in sick.

(sniffles)

Which is kind of how
I'm feeling right now.

I'm sorry.

I'm allergic to perfume,

and you're wearing
quite a bit.

I'm not wearing any.

I don't have any hot water.
(clears throat)

And it's not perfume.

It's eau de cologne.

Noted.

How exactly do you have power?

Uh, portable generators.

We deploy them
for concerts overseas.

Tony, if Lieutenant Paxton
was never supposed

to go to Baghdad...

She was lying to her husband.

I know she was to me.

She said she was really sick,

she needed
to stay home a few days,

but an hour later, I saw her
walking down 30th Street

with a man.

She didn't look sick at all.

Did you get any descriptions?

He was a male.

A male man.

Anything else?

Mmm.

It's okay.

Well, let's get crackin'.

(sighs) How did people survive
before search engines?

Ow!

(McGee groans)

Sorry, boss.

I got another paper cut.

- Keep them.
- Yeah. Thanks, boss.

Almost done going
through these bank statements.

- I promise.
- Uh-huh.

Hey, Tony!

Taking a little break,
are you, DiNozzo?

I would very much like to.

We were running down a lead
from Lieutenant Resnik's CO.

More like walking down a lead.

And walking.

How did people survive
before e-mail?

Needless to say,
it was a dead end.

Is it possible for feet
to actually die

when they're still connected
to your body?

McGEE:
Think I've hit a dead end, too.

Paxton's credit card

and bank statements are clean.

So, basically, we got nothing.

Do blisters count?

Then we have nothing.

ABBY:
Speak for yourselves.

I finally I.D.'d the tire tracks

from the SwiftCast getaway car.

I got the make and the model.

And it only took me 72 times
longer than it usually does.

How did people survive
before there was

pattern-recognizing sparse
representation algorithms?

Hey, did you get my batteries?

Sorry. The entire city's
been de-Duracell'd.

We are looking
for a Chevy Impala.

Wait... a '99 Chevy Impala?

I'm not sure of the year.

Why?

I've been jonesing
since our LlnX feed went down.

I've been listening
to the police band all day...

till my batteries died.

Got a report here
of an abandoned car

from Baltimore PD, boss.
It's a Chevy Impala.

One of the SwiftCast guards
said he hit the rear window.

Engine is cold.

Boss.

TONY:
Looks like we got a blood trail.

Clear.

(sighs)

Wow.

This is like the TARDIS.

Tard what?

It's a contraption

that Doctor Who travels
through time in.

Never mind.

TONY:
Doctor Who?

Who watches that?

This is more like Lord of War.

Nic Cage movie
from a few years back.

Packed with guns.

TONY (imitating accent): "You
have the gun that Rambo use?"

It's a good movie.

Hey, boss.

Take a look at this.

It's our dead woman.
Multiple passports.

Multiple identities.

That's a regular
Jason Bourne identi-kit.

(instant camera snapping)

Not exactly standard-issue

for military's
entertainment division.

I don't know... I heard showbiz
can be pretty rough.

Perhaps that would explain

why Lieutenant Paxton
has been moonlighting.

Yeah, but moonlighting as what?

Well, I've used sites
like this before.

Mossad calls them sanctuaries.

Each operative
maintains their own

as a place to prepare
for their ops.

What, you think Paxton
was running some kind of op?

Well...

I think...

at this point,
we should be asking,

who was she running it for?

- (mechanical humming) -McGEE:
It's got its own generator.

Think I might be able
to get us some answers.

All right.

(beeping)

Come on.

Come on, baby, you can do it.

(buzz, power whirrs off)

(groans, sighs)

Well, so much for answers.

I think I just found us
a new question.

They came here in this car.

And then,
it looks like they left

in a hurry in a second one.

Hey, boss, I feel
like Davy Crockett...

tracking them down.

Huh...
got a second set of tracks.

Abby's going to be thrilled.

Hey, boss. We got something.

Blueprints for SwiftCast.

And the PEPCO substation
where the power was cut.

Whatever the plan was,
looks like it was planned here.

Husband's not
going to like hearing

he was married to Mata Hari.

He's not going to like
what else we found, either.

His wife was not the only one
with a fake passport.

You're recording this?

We record all interrogations.

Interrogation?
You said you just

had a few questions.

I just have one.

That's not mine.

I've never seen that before

- in my life.
- It's your picture.

Yeah. Where'd you get it?

Your wife had it.

She kept a container
off of Route 50.

Why would my wife...

What do you want me to say?

The truth.

I told you before,
my wife is the victim here.

You want answers?

You're going to have
to give some.

Okay, look.

It's...

Some things weren't adding up.

How?

Nothing I could put
my finger on.

When you live with someone,
y-you just... you get a feeling.

I didn't say anything before

because I know Emma
was a good person,

and damned if I was going to
give you help proving otherwise.

But you still had doubts.

I don't know what I had.

I thought may...

Maybe she could have been
cheating on me.

But she wasn't.

She wasn't doing anything wrong.

And I can prove it.

How?

I hired a private investigator
to follow her.

I have his tapes.

You can see for yourself.

McGEE: Little more contrast
on the big screen, please.

- (typing)
- Little less.

That is perfect.

TONY:
Hey.

Need any help?

No, I do not.

You sure?

I mean, technology's
not my thing, but...

maybe I could be
your techno wingman.

(clicking, beeping)

- Do you know what that means?
- No.

It means
that I've got it covered.

So, I want you to go do

whatever it is
that you were doing.

(sighs)

What exactly
are you doing, again?

I was hand-filing
evidence custody documents

from the crime scene.

Yeah. Have fun with that.

I hope you blow a fuse.

(chuckles)

Generator can't last forever.

Then, you'll be in the dark
with the rest of us.

(clicking, beeping)

Hey, boss.

- I was just...
- Just what?

Rubbing it in?

Because he left you
with the paperwork earlier?

- Yeah.
- Huh.

You found anything?

Well, there's hours of video

from the private investigator...

Lieutenant Paxton at the park,

getting a manicure, shopping.

Nothing out of the ordinary.

Just as her husband told us.

You still think
he's covering for her?

I think his wife's dead,
and he doesn't know why.

McGEE:
I spoke to the P.I.

He told him exactly
what he told us.

Freeze it.

Back it up.

Whoa.

There.

McGEE:
Guy in the hat?

That guy was in the street, too.

Back it up.

There.

McGEE:
Different days.

Someone else was following her.

Who do you think it was?

I don't know.

There.

We got his prints.

Go pick 'em up.

Right off that wall.

Uh, you sure you wouldn't want
Tony or Ziva

to maybe... if they want to...

On it.

Latent fingerprints
from the suspect in the park?

- Check.
- Fingerprint cards

from local LEOs matching
suspect's description?

- (clattering)
- Check.

Lemons?

Did she say "lemons"?

I hope not. Paper cut.

But we can't start
without the lemons.

Lemons, check!

Though I still
do not understand.

- Are we making cocktails?
- McGEE: Now I'm the one

flashing back
to the fourth grade.

Mrs. Johnson's science fair.

(rock music playing)

Oh, lemons!

How could I miss that?

Okay, people. It's showtime.

TONY:
Oh, yeah.

So, careful...
I arranged these alphabetically

so that they would all...

DiNozzo, you're whorls.

David, arches.

McGee... loops.

I'll take the composites.

We'll use the bins

to narrow down
the fingerprint cards,

and hopefully find a match

to the print from the park.

(whistle blows)

(groaning)

Go.

(Tony groans)

You never see this crap
on Columbo.

Is it me, or does this
look like a squirrel?

(laughing)

I would rather not answer that.

Wait. Wait.

I got it.

I got a match.

TONY:
And it only took all night.

Our camera-happy tourist's
name is...

Donavan Graham.

And he looks familiar.

That is our gunman
from the break-in.

Small-time hood,
used to sell guns,

has a reputation
as a gun for hire.

Well done.

(whispers):
Boss.

It's Graham.

TONY:
This must be the other gunman.

His name is Leo Harper.

Appears they were roommates.

Until they shot each other.

TONY:
Commander Resnik.

Agents DiNozzo, David.

I'm impressed.

So am I.

Did you have
some kind of makeover?

Despite my attempts
at diverting you, here you are.

Hey. DiNozzo?

That's Lieutenant Paxton's CO
at AFE.

RESNIK:
Not quite.

GIBBS:
National Security...

Agency?

Paxton and I were colleagues

on a highly classified project.

AFE was our cover.

And this is much bigger
than you think.

RESNIK:
NSA had agreements

with all major biometric
security companies

to program a back door
into their iris scanners.

- Boss, "back door" is...
- Yeah.

Yeah, I know what it is, McGee.

Paxton was one of two people

whose irises were hard-coded

into the devices.

Like a... a master key.

Who's the other?

(zapping)

(elevator bell dings)

Wow, that is cool.

Our eyes can open any lock
protected by any iris scanner.

So, with AFE as your cover,
then you can...

We can travel around the world
without suspicion,

assisting other agencies
with covert activities.

Like the SwiftCast break-in.

We have no idea why Paxton
used her ability

to break into SwiftCast

or what she was trying
to accomplish.

But clearly, our mission
has been compromised.

Her husband?

Maybe.

But I wouldn't read too much

into the fake passport.

Lieutenant Paxton had it created

in case her cover was blown
and they needed to disappear.

But if she has gone rogue,

there's no telling what damage
she might have done.

Or was planning to.

What are you thinking?

Well, Paxton used her back door
to get into the farm,

so that's not why
the power was knocked out.

Why is it?

That's why we're so concerned.

Power's down.

Communication's hobbled.

Tactically, DC is in a very
vulnerable position right now.

Yeah, we noticed.

Well, we had hoped to get
to the bottom of this in-house.

- Yeah, I bet.
- But you and your team

seem to be making more progress
than we are.

We need to pool our resources,

find out what the endgame is.

And fast.

Talk to me, Duck.

Do I sense increased urgency
in your step?

- I need some answers.
- Those I have.

Starting with whether these two
killed each other.

They didn't.

Crime scene was staged.

DUCKY:
Postmortem lividity suggests

that both bodies were moved
after they were killed.

Additionally,
though both victims

were shot repeatedly
in the chest,

these two were postmortem.

The actual kill shots
were delivered from behind.

I imagine their services
were no longer required.

Tying up loose ends.

The question is, who?

Well, I don't know, Jim.
Do you have any ideas?

No, sorry. And, uh...

It-It was rhetorical.

The, uh... Never mind.

Well, I certainly have no idea

who murdered these gentlemen,
but I can tell you

how this one spent
his last hours.

He was digging.

Copious amounts of dirt
beneath his fingernails.

Thanks, Duck.

(sighs)

Left a couple agents digging
at Graham's place,

but I'm pretty sure this
is what we're looking for.

We found it under the shed
in the backyard.

Open it.

Oh, it's from the server
farm at SwiftCast.

Except nothing
was reported stolen.

TONY: And nothing
was supposedly left behind,

but I think something was.

The gunmen yanked
this thing out.

And they put a duplicate
in its place.

- That doesn't make sense.
- Think, McToma.

It's a classic cop show
switcheroo.

You take something at the target
location, and then you

swap it with a, uh, bugged copy.

Paxton was bugging the Internet.

Can you do that?

That would explain
why the power was cut.

See, the only way
to swap the server

without it being noticed

would be when the system
was down.

ZIVA:
Which means the blackout

is not a prelude
to a terrorist attack.

Well, at least not the kind
that you're thinking of.

No, this connects directly
to the Internet backbone.

Every byte from every
government agency

that uses the Internet
would be exposed.

Which means?

Our country's entire

electronics infrastructure
would be at risk.

TONY: She spent a lot
of time overseas.

Imagine she met a lot of people
who would pay for the intel.

ABBY:
I'm sure she did.

But I don't think she
was the one trying to sell it.

So, I finally finished running
Lieutenant Paxton's blood work.

Smell anything?

Whiskey.

Good.

(groans)

It's nonalcoholic,
but I needed that.

I have not manually distilled
this much plasma

since the mass spec
in high school

blew a Friedrich condenser.

(laughs)

That's actually really funny,
if you have a PhD in chemistry.

Abby.

Um, okay.

Uh, Paxton's blood work.

She recently ingested massive
amounts of a vasodilator.

It's prescribed
for high blood pressure.

That explains the...
the swelling

- that Ducky found.
- Suicide attempt?

The drug is nonlethal,

so that wouldn't be smart.

I think that she was attempting
something way smarter.

Tell me...

what do you see?

Your eyeball.

Blood vessels, Gibbs.

Every person
has a specific pattern.

That's what allows
an iris scanner to identify you.

Now, Paxton knew that.

Commander Resnik said
that they are forbidden

from taking any kind
of vasodilator,

because of the effects it has
on the vessels in their eyes.

Paxton tried to OD on one.

I think she was hoping
to block her ability

to unlock an iris scanner.

She wasn't part of the break-in.

She was trying to stop it.

Huh.

I identified her prints
at Graham's place,

but only in the bathroom.

So, I think that she
was kidnapped,

and then the kidnapper
held her there.

And she fought back
with the only thing available...

what was in the kidnapper's
medicine cabinet.

It didn't work,
but A-plus for the MacGyver.

The label's peeled off,
but I know who this belongs to.

I found traces of this drug
from a blood swab

at the SwiftCast shoot-out.

Who?

Do you recognize him?

I couldn't see the face,

but I remember those eyes.

I think he's the one
who shot me. Who is he?

Lieutenant Paxton's husband.

Husband?

A real-life
Bonnie and Clyde, huh?

You're sure that's him?

Gibbs, we have
forensic evidence.

Now we have an eyewitness.

It think it's enough
to make the arrest.

Just let me know
when you need me to testify.

(electronic whoosh)

Nice timing.

Wizards are playing tonight.

Not a moment too soon.

Enjoy your sandwich.

(buzzing, whirring)

(beeping)

TONY (dramatically):
Ladies and gentlemen,

the story you are about to hear
is true.

Only the names have been changed
to protect the innocent.

(normal voice):
Which is something you're not.

You got a buyer yet
for all those zeros and ones?

Getting shot
during the break-in

to divert suspicion
was a nice touch.

Till it bit you in the ass.

Had your blood
from the crime scene.

You should really watch
your blood pressure.

Next time you kidnap someone,

keep them away
from your medicine cabinet.

Book him, Dan-nozzo.

Nice Hawaii Five-O
reference, boss.

What are you looking at?

Hey, McGee?

Red-handed?

Oh, they don't come much redder.

- Kill it.
- (handcuffs click)

(power whirring off)

(Ioud clank)

Who is he?

McGEE:
Dimitri Verenikin.

Used to work for Russian
counterintelligence,

until two years ago.

GIBBS: And then he decided
to freelance.

McGEE: We think he learned
about your wife

while she was on an op in Kiev.

And he found an asset
he could exploit.

With the national security data
she gave him access to,

he could name his price
to our enemies.

Your wife tried to stop him.

And when she couldn't,

she cuffed herself
during the break-in.

She knew we'd find her body.

She knew we'd dig deeper.

There's a lot I never knew about
Emma, but...

one thing's for sure...
she was a fighter.

Stubborn as hell.

Yeah.

Been there.

Emma had to do it, right?

She didn't have a choice.

No, she had a choice.

That's what makes her a hero.

A hero.

TONY:
High-tech case,

low-tech ass-kicking.

McGEE:
Kind of ironic.

You know, I actually
kind of enjoy being unplugged.

Eh, gives you time to think.

Slow down.

No e-mails to return.

No spam.

It's nice.

- (power whirring on)
- MAN: Hey!

(staffers chatting happily)

- (computers chirping)
- It's alive!

(elevator bell dings)

- (computers beeping)
- (phones ringing) -(typing)