All language subtitles for NCIS. S14E19

Veterans and guardians,
gather round, please.

I hope you enjoyed
the indoor exhibit.

Now we'll take the next
20 minutes to explore out here,

then we'll head over
to the Vietnam Memorial Wall.

Back here in 20.

Where'd you say you're in from?

Outside of Phoenix.

River Assault Squadron 9
at Vung Tau in '67.

You?

I come from Minneapolis.

1st Infantry Division,
round about '68, Saigon.

Seeing the wall
should be something?

Yeah.

I've been waiting
for this a long time.

"Excuse me"

would go a long way
there, friend!

He's with us?

Yeah. I tried to introduce
myself to him this morning.

He told me
to mind my own business.

- Geez.
- Taxi!

Hey, hey, I got here first!

I hate to do this,
but I am already late.

Please, I will lose my job.
Henry!

Henry. Kid, I already told you,

I got to get out of here.

What are you doing, Henry?

The tour's
not even half over yet.

Listening to a bunch of fossils
talk Viet Cong is debilitating.

Don't you want to see
your memorial?

You take a minute
to talk to these guys,

you might even make a friend
before we get there.

Friends are for people who think
ordering a piece of pie

with two forks is a good idea.

Hey. Hey, kid.

Hey, you okay? Hey...

Kid, are you...?

Help!

Any of you guys a medic?! Medic!

Bishop, you're here, good.

Yes, I lost the bet, Tim.

I failed to get Gibbs
to try a tofu steak.

And, yes, I will buy
everyone drinks tonight.

No, no, no, no, no.

Forget about all that.
Where are Torres and Quinn?

I don't know.
They're not here yet.

Your eyes are bulge-y.

It's 'cause I got big news.
I got big news.

I'm talking big, like whoa.

Use your words, Tim.
Okay. All right.

You know my friend Val?
REACT Team Val, yeah.

Had dinner with her
last night, all right?

She did Basic School
at FLETC the same time

that Torres was there, and Quinn
was one of their instructors.

So? So, Val said

that, during one
of the weeks of training,

Torres and Quinn had a fling.

No. Yes, they did.

It's true. Val said
it was over quick, but, I mean,

we're talking sweaty, Top Gun,

hotshot rookie,
sexy instructor...

No.

No. I mean, I don't...

I just can't even...

Use your words, Bishop.

Okay, if it did happen...

And that is a big if...

I wonder if Top Gun
beach volleyball was involved.

Because I can totally picture
Torres running around

in the sand in tight jeans.

Fantasize on your own time,
Bishop.

No, Gibbs, that wasn't
about me picturing Torres...

Got a dead Marine in D.C.

Gearing up.

Call Quinn and Tight Jeans.

Tell 'em to meet us there.

Can I get everyone
to step aside, please?

Step aside. Thank you.

And all of you
came here together?

This is my niece, Gayle.
She's my escort on this trip.

Phil here has his neighbor
with him.

But none of us
is gonna be much help.

Corporal Beck
seemed nice enough,

but he was escorting
that wet blanket.

Henry Rogers?

He had no interest
in getting to know anyone.

He stayed apart
from the group all morning,

so the corporal had
to do the same.

All right. Understood.
Thank you. Ooh.

Okay, I got you.

- All right, thank you, guys, very much.
- Thanks, guys.

Bishop, Bishop, did you see
that, with the notepad?

He was being nice.

No, he brushed his
hand against her

when he handed it back.
He did not.

I'm telling you, Bishop.
Sweaty fling of the century.

Definitely happened.

So, all the vets were
on an Honor Flight trip?

Honor Flight Network
is a nonprofit.

We transport veterans
to D.C. free of charge

to visit their memorials...

World War II, Korea.

Today's group served in Vietnam.

I understand, Corporal Beck
was a volunteer escort.

We require all vets to have
a guardian for the trip.

Usually, it's a family member
or a friend.

But Corporal Beck asked
to be paired with someone

who didn't have a volunteer.

Nice thing to do.
I didn't know him well,

but you could tell
he was one of the good ones.

Look, I-I know you have a job
to do, but I...

Yeah, yeah, you're in
the middle of the tour.

Some of these men have been
on our waiting list for years,

and I don't want them
to miss their chance

to see their memorial.

What do we know, Duck?

Paramedics surmise heart attack.

Why call us?

Well, as you know, Jethro,
in many military circles,

having "seen the elephant"
is a metaphor

for having experienced combat.

I was in Laos on exchange
with the U.S. forces.

That's where I actually saw
an elephant.

Yeah, it was
transporting supplies

for the North Vietnamese.

Does the elephant have a point?

Yes. Often, there is

more than one type of beast
lurking in the jungle.

First responders noted foaming
at Corporal Beck's mouth.

That suggests
there's more to this story

than just a heart attack.

That a coffee stain?

Well, it could be.

Nothing is certain
till I get him back to Autopsy.

Well, let's get him back.

We finished the interviews.

Only witness who
might know something

is the vet Corporal
Beck was assigned to.

Now, he was with Beck all
morning, away from the group.

Name is Henry Rogers,

former Marine sergeant,
Force Recon.

The guy's a handful.
Did he, eat something,

drink anything?
Let me lay it down

for you real simple.
I answered your questions.

Now I'm done.

Sir, we can't release you
just yet.

We're looking into the death

of a fellow Marine here.

I know that.
The death is looking suspicious.

You're a key witness, Sergeant.

We need you with us.

Suspicious how?

It's a microscopic dart.

Where'd it come from?

I extracted it
from Corporal Beck's arm here.

This contusion alerted me
to the injection site.

The dart is designed to be left
behind, beneath the dermis.

It's so small, sharp, and thin

that it would've felt like,

well, nothing more
than a bug bite.

Botulinum toxin.

What?

He didn't ask yet?

Mere seconds away.

My timing is off today.

Abbs, what was in the dart?

Now is when I was supposed
to swoosh in and say...

Botulinum toxin.

The most poisonous
natural substance known to man.

Botulinum was
the main ingredient,

but the injection was
a mixture of inhibitors...

Abbs, less words.

It... has stuff in it

that mask the symptoms
of the poison.

So it hit all at once.

Yeah, and it hit hard.

I mean, there's people all over
the Dark Web that are selling

this kind of concoction,

along with compressed-air guns
to fire it into the skin.

I mean, they only work
at close range,

but they're
even selling silencers.

A discreet killing device
in the palm of one's hand.

Exactly.

And there's

no way to trace
who's buying them.

Quinn.

Yeah, Torres.

Can you hang on a second?

Hang on for what?
Wh-Where are you?

Got it. Thanks for the info.

So... What?

What are you doing?

Quinn's calls last
an average of three minutes.

We have to be quick.
Did you find something out?

I trained at FLETC
with an Agent Oswald Krukowski.

As we speak, Krukowski is
at the Singapore Field Office

with an Agent Matthew Katz.

Katz was
in Torres' class at FLETC.

Why didn't you just say
"a friend of a friend"?

McGee, two minutes and counting.

Okay, so talk.
Fling or no fling?

Fling.

Just got off the phone
with Katz. He had details.

Like what?

Karaoke competition. Local bar.

The entire FLETC class
was there.

Word is, Quinn saw Torres
perform that night.

She couldn't resist him.

Wait, did he sing "You've Lost
that Lovin' Feelin'"?

I don't know,
but I'm gonna find out.

What are you gonna find out?
What? Find out what?

Nothing.

Okay.

Um, that was Torres
on the phone.

He needs backup
in the conference room.

This guy Henry
is apparently a handful, so...

I'm on it.

Update. Let's go.

Corporal Andrew Beck, 25.

Squeaky clean. Worked
in Base Logistics at Quantico.

Honor Flight Network wasn't
the only place he volunteered either.

No, he was also
at Children's Hospital

and Metro Ties Crisis Center.

More than clean. I got it.

Talked to Beck's girlfriend.

A guy claiming to be from his work
called his house looking for him.

Girlfriend reminded him
that Beck had a few days off

for the Honor Flight trip.

Call came from a spoofed number,
untraceable.

Killer looking for his location?

Well, had to get close enough
to fire the dart.

Abby and Ducky say
it's impossible

to pinpoint an exact time
of the injection.

Could've happened any time
up to two hours before he died.

The tour had already started.

They were walking
in and out of people,

weaving through crowds.
Killer could've been anyone.

Yeah, but Henry Rogers

was at Beck's side
the entire time.

He's our best witness,
even if he doesn't realize

what he knows. I don't think

we're gonna get anything out
of him, though.

- Guy's a handful.
- I'll tell you what,

I am not gonna wait around
all day in some table room

while you people
get your act together.

What's a table room?
Look around, Sparky.

It's a room built for nothing
but a table. Idiotic.

Mr. Rogers...

I've told you twice, it's Henry.

I have nothing in common

with
that sweater-wearing pacifist.

I wish you did.

What? Nothing.

Henry, Corporal Beck

flew to Nebraska to pick you up.

Yeah. Honor Flight rules.

I told 'em I didn't need
a babysitter.

Yeah, but... and he was gonna
escort you home

after spending the day
with you here.

I mean, don't you owe him
a little compassion?

I just met him yesterday.

But, yeah...

I feel bad for him.

He was a good kid, and he...

Okay.

Ask me something.

Do you remember anyone getting
close enough to inject him

during the two hours
before he died?

Inject him?
Yep, he was poisoned.

That fancy-coffee nut. Who?

Some worker was pouring coffee
like a maniac.

She bumped into him, spilled
a frap-o-drink everywhere.

Corporal Beck had a coffee stain
on his, on his jacket.

What's the name of the place?
It was so crowded,

the kid and I had to go outside
after we got our drip,

so the rest of the group
could get theirs.

Then it starts to rain.
Henry, the name of the place?

Dr. Joe's Turn Your Head
and Coffee.

How's that for a name?

Damn fancy-Joe nut-jobs.

Where are you going?
I helped you.

I told you what I know.
I got room service to order.

You know where to find me.

We can't let you leave just yet.

We may need you to I.D. someone.

Yeah, we need you to stay here
for now.

If it weren't for my back, I'd
have you crying in the corner.

I believe you.

Guess I'll just hang around
the table room.

Officer Reeves, MI6
has made it abundantly clear,

they want you back.
When do I leave, sir?

You forgot to mention how
parting is such sweet sorrow.

I don't mean to sound
unappreciative, I just...

You're not going anywhere.

MI6 currently has two of our
agents on loan,

acting as
international liaisons.

I thought it might be
beneficial to keep you here

in a similar capacity, and your
people have begrudgingly agreed.

What does than mean exactly?
Keep doing what you're doing.

International investigations.

Your desk stays the same.

Is there a problem?

If it's all the same to you,

I'd prefer something high-risk.

You want another Willoughby.

It's what I'm good at, really.

I'll see what I can do.

Thank you, sir.

And maybe, until
I hear from you,

I shouldn't get too tied up.

I'm thinking some temporary
solo work would be good.

Give me a chance to mentally
prepare for something big.

Would you like to sit at my desk

while you're thinking
above your pay grade?

I got something.

A witness.

Honor Flight
transferred custody to us.

A Vietnam vet,

waited three years
to see the Wall.

He's missing his chance
because of this case.

Perfect.

I'll take him to the memorial

and wherever else
he wants to go.

And by the time I'm done,

you'll have my new assignment.

Is that a question or an order?

A question? Get out of here.

I appreciate it,

you setting me
on the easy track for now.

Get Bishop and Torres
to brief you.

Director Vance's office.

May I help you?

I don't want to go to the Wall,
you hear me?

I thought that's
why you were here,

to see your memorial, yeah?

I said, I don't want to go.

Then why'd you get on the plane?

Believe me, if I'd known
I was gonna end up

with a leprechaun who wears
his pants too short,

I wouldn't have.

Leprechauns are Irish.

A non-American escort for a trip
about patriotism.

This stuff only happens to me.

You just said you didn't want
to do the patriotic part.

You think wanting
to be left alone

is not patriotic?

That is the whole reason
we beat down

your kind in the Revolution.

Just take me back
to the hotel, will you?

My back is screaming,
and I want room service.

Fine.

Alone. Not happening.

I've been required to
have eyes on you at all times.

You've been tagged
as a flight risk.

What kind of people raised you

to believe everything
you're told?

What's the matter,
your folks are dead?

Join the club.

I'm sorry.

Look,

I can take you
back to the hotel,

but I can't leave
you alone, all right?

Bloody hell.

You notice McGee and,
and Bishop acting weird?

Nerds are weird.

No, no, Th-they were looking
at us funny at the crime scene

and in the squad room.

I'm telling you, something's
going on, and it's about us.

Is that her?

Hey, what gave it away?

Is it the enormous coffee stain
on her shirt?

Hey. NCIS.

Here to ask you
a couple of questions.

We're out of the paprika-iced.

Okay, can you stop
moving one second?

How did you get
the stain on your shirt?

A guy got in my way
this morning.

You mean when you
slammed into him

when you were pouring coffee,
like a maniac?

He honestly called
you guys about that?

I apologized, like, five times.

But then the old guy with
him told me to "suck it,"

and then they went
and stood outside,

even though it was raining.

Maniac barista, Abb.

Maniac Barista didn't have
anything to do with anything.

Corporal Beck was exposed
to the elements

after the coffee shop,
which gave me the idea

to test the outside of the dart
used to poison him.

What was on it?
Um, particles of his skin,

his undershirt, his uniform,

and a tiny amount
of water residue,

with the exact same
pollutants as the rainstorm

we had this morning.

So the dart must've passed
through a drop on his jacket.

You got a timeline?

Well, the rainstorm
happened post-coffee,

which means the dart had to be
injected sometime after that.

Got something.

I've been looking
through the places

that Corporal Beck
volunteered at.

Yesterday, the Metro Ties
Crisis Center

reported a security breech.

What kind?
The center hosts a hotline,

all incoming calls are recorded.

The system was hacked.

The recordings were copied?

No, they were erased,
and only the ones

from the last night that
Corporal Beck worked there.

What are we looking at here?

Well, most people
that call the hotline

are in need of help with
overwhelming situations.

They could be suicidal
or feel threatened.

If someone
told Beck something...

He could've been killed
because he knew too much.

Hey.

Hey, found something.

You know who
poisoned Corporal Beck?

Nope, Operation Sweaty Maverick.

I scoured the Internet
for cell phone video posts

of the karaoke competition
and struck gold.

Look at this.

This is the song
that got Quinn going?

Got to admit, he was committed.

Wait...

Is that the back
of Quinn's head?

Let me zoom in.

Enhance that, Tim.

I can't, it's a, it's a
tiny file, it'll pixilate.

But that's got to be her, right?

Yeah, this could be the
moment that she fell for him.

But it's all circumstantial.

I don't know,
I think it's enough.

No.

No, if we want to know for sure,

we are gonna have to get
it from the horse's mouth.

I think I can get Quinn to talk.

You willing to go there?

Okay.

I'll talk to Torres.

I'll get him alone, man to man.

Fantasize on your own time,
McGee.

No, boss, I wasn't talking
about me, I...

Give me an update, let's go.

Okay.

Metro Ties Crisis Center.

Corporal Beck has been

volunteering there
for over a year.

The last time he worked there
was two nights ago.

There were 17 calls
to the hotline that night,

but there's no telling which one
of those callers Beck spoke to.

Or why the calls were
remotely erased the next day.

We do know that
the remote hack originated

from a cable company's tech
support center in Florida.

Problem is, there's over
30 tech specialists there,

so it's impossible to pinpoint

who exactly did the hacking.

Well, go to the crisis center,
Bishop, figure it out.

Gibbs, can I take Quinn?

Yeah, go. Yeah. Gibbs.

Hello, Reeves.

What kind of problem?

You cuffed him?

He tried to escape four times

in the last hour.

I'd have had it that last time.

The only way he caught me

was he shoved a small child
in my way.

That's an exaggeration.

Gibbs, he doesn't care

about seeing any memorial.

Open your ears.

That is not what I said.

Take 'em off.
He told me to cuff him.

Said it's the only way I'd keep
him in this "table room."

In other news, leprechauns
don't read sarcasm.

Gibbs, I hate to say it,

but I don't think I'm the
right man for this detail.

I'd rather sit here
with you, Marine.

As far as I can tell, at least
you'd keep your mouth shut.

I asked him for a list
of all the people

who got close to the corporal
this morning.

"The tour guide,"

the fossils on the tour,
the crowd at the airport,

and the crowd at the monument."
He's not going to be any help.

That's the first smart thing
he's said.

Quit your whining.

Both of you.

Work it out.

Gibbs, wait.
Case is still wide open.

You got him for the night.

What, all night?

I am not giving up
on my room service.

You're calling
for a cot, Lucky Charms.

All right, I know there's no
recovering the recordings,

but did it seem like this

Benjamin guy had more
information about the hack?

What are you doing? Nothing.

What are you looking at
the back of my head for?

No, I'm not, I'm not.

I'm just thinking about, um,

puppies... you know that song
about puppies?

No.

What is going on
with you and McGee?

You've been weirder than usual.

We heard a rumor that at FLETC

you had relations with Torres.

Really?

Me and Torr...

That's hilarious.

So, it's not true?

Bishop, if I had spent
any amount of time

underneath that man, I'd be
crushed to death by his ego.

Agent Bishop?

Yes. Benjamin Harmey.

Hi. This is Special Agent Quinn.

I won't waste your
time with questions,

I know how busy you must be.

Corporal Beck was
highly valued here.

He'll be missed.

Seems to be the case
everywhere he went.

The information you asked for...

I checked the caller I.D.
on the phone.

Corporal Beck was stationed at
his last night here.

How many calls did he take?
Three.

I ran the incoming phone numbers
through our cataloging system.

Two of them
were frequent callers.

Meaning what?
One of them is a man who calls

the hotline every time he loses
his TV remote.

The call lasted less
than a minute.

The other was a legitimate case.

An alcoholic who reaches out

when she's on the verge
of relapse.

And the third?

It was logged
as a first-time caller,

but it came through
as "Private." No phone number.

Not much else I can tell you,

except that
the conversation lasted

a significant amount of time.

48 minutes.

You're breaking the fire code.

I'm not exactly
going to give you

a direct line to the door,
Henry.

Sons of bitches

didn't even use fresh potatoes.

You think I can't
tell the difference?

I was foreman
of a food-packing plant

for 30 years.

When you were in the shower,

I took a look at your file.

You were awarded the Navy Cross.

Yeah. What about it?

You ran
straight into enemy fire,

pulled the rest
of your recon team to safety.

Two of them died anyway.

The other one
was killed in action

a month later
in a mortar attack.

What happened this morning...

When he went down...
The corporal...

He was just a kid.

We were all just kids.

Listen... Honor Flight
said vets' family and friends

usually have a welcome home
when you get to the airport.

Who do we call to reschedule?

No one.
Well, you'll be getting back

later than you thought,

so whoever's planning
your welcome home

will have to reshuffle.

I didn't have a welcome home
when I got back from 'Nam.

What good would it do me
to have one now?

Nobody was planning one
at all, then?

Don't you do that. Don't.

What?

You want to feel sorry
for someone,

look in the mirror.

Sad little orphan,
bumbling around.

I'm not sad.

You sure as hell
didn't call anyone

to tell them you're bunking here
tonight. Did you?

You're feeling sorry for me
for being alone?

I'm right where I want to be,
kid.

This is my sweet spot.

Thought you wanted
to eat in peace.

I do.

Fact, I'll buy you one,
if it'll keep you quiet.

No, thanks.
You're too good for whiskey?

I don't drink.

Got that bad?

Abbs.

What are you doing?

Well, I met Henry yesterday

when Reeves had him handcuffed
in the conference room,

and he just filled my heart
with so much joy.

Henry?

The handful? Handful of joy.

Yeah. So I'm making
him a welcome mat.

With studs. Yeah.

I mean, can you imagine

how awful it must have been

for him to come home
from fighting in Vietnam

and have people spit

on his uniform? Yeah.

Of course you can, Gibbs.
You saw friends

just a few years older than you

come home to that.
Or not come home at all.

I can't change
Henry's experience,

but I can make him feel welcome

every time he steps
through his door.

And I've decided to volunteer
as a guardian

for the Honor Flight Network.

Proud of you, Abbs.

And I appreciate that support.

And we have a case to solve.

Yeah, go.

So, I looked into
mystery caller number three

that Corporal Beck spoke to

the last night
he worked the hotline.

Center got hacked,
call got erased.

Yeah, so I can't tell
you what was said,

but after some
stellar teleforensics

with the phone company,

I can tell you that the private
call came from a landline

belonging to...

Maya Davis.

Love it, Abbs. Me, too.

Send us the address. Yep.

License plate is
registered to Maya Davis.

That's her plate, she's here.

Torres.

She wrote something there.

"Form."

What does it mean?

Same kind of dart as the
one used in Corporal Beck?

Yes, the injection
site was here.

And Abby confirmed
that the botulinum cocktail

was once again
the means to the end.

Time of death?

Approximately 8:00 this morning,

which puts the injection

some time in the
two hours prior.

There it is,

the classic Jethro look
of query and frustration,

mixed with a dash of
"Someone is gonna pay for this."

Two victims, same M.O.

The only connection is
she calls the hotline

and the corporal picks up.

Precisely,
which begs the question,

what was that call about?

Precisely.

Did you hear that?

He used a three-syllable adverb.

I daresay my years here
have made an impact.

Maya Davis, 33 years old,

worked in product development at
a flooring company, lived alone.

McGee and Torres are
searching her apartment.

But so far, they haven't
found anything that tells us

why she made a call
to the crisis center.

Or what kind of form she meant

when she wrote it on that paper.

Abby also processed her car,

but it came out clean.

Someone had to know something.

Maya had two brothers.

The only problem they said was

with her overactive
ex-boyfriend.

Maya filed a restraining
order against him last year.

Report said that

he smashed her car windows,

that's when she got
an unlisted number,

but he's been living in New
Zealand for the last six months.

Could've hired someone else
to do his dirty work.

Still no telling how that would
connect to the call.

Find out.

Actually, Gibbs, one more thing:

Maya's normal schedule
suggests that

she was on her way to
work when she died,

but during the time frame
of her poisoning,

her cell pinged off a
tower near her apartment.

The dart was injected at home?

That's what I'm thinking.

Loop in McGee and Torres.

If it happened at her place,
find proof.

Ooh. Ooh, pardon me,

Director.

Officer Reeves, I've
been looking for you.

I've got something in the works.

Compartmented mission,
details forthcoming.

Extremely high-risk.

Are you interested?

100%, sir, absolutely.

And your current detail.

A little birdie told me
that you resorted

to handcuffing a senior citizen
to a chair.

That was a minor blip, really.

We had a fine night,

and now we're back here
ready to help when called upon.

And in the meantime,
a scavenger hunt.

No, Henry asked for
a heating pad for his back.

Luckily, Abby has everything
in that lab of hers,

and she also made him
this welcome mat.

Like the studs.

I'll be in touch
with your new orders.

Thank you, sir.

No, no, no, no, no.

No.

Bloody hell!

Well, I found some papers,
but nothing that flags

as the form she
was talking about.

And nothing that indicates
the dart was injected

while she was here.

Maya... I always liked that name.

You know, when I was undercover
in Wisconsin,

I had a contact named Maya.

She could kill you with
a nailclipper and a corncob.

Hey,

speaking of women with names,

you and, Quinn
ever have a thing?

What?

Well, you know,
it's just Bishop,

shared this crazy rumor

and she keeps bugging me
about it, you know what I mean.

Wait, you think that
Quinn and I had a thing?

I don't know.

Did you?

No.

Well, I never tried, but,

but if it's believable,
I wouldn't mind that rumor,

you know, making its way around.

It feeds the rep, you
know what I'm saying?

Right.

But, I mean, as far as-as
you and Quinn, you...

never sang into a microphone
while she watched?

Look at this, it says
it's allergy medicine.

It doesn't look like that,
looks more like pencil shavings.

Yeah, but why would anybody put

pencil shavings inside
of a pill bottle?

Or why would anyone
keep them at all?

So it's true?

You found Maya out here?

What'd you do? Haul her car away
to the station already?

Who are you?

Dale Gruber, building manager.

I came back as soon as
I heard what happened.

I was out of town at a
snake owner's convention.

Well, that makes sense.

We didn't see any
security cameras here.

Is there any way of knowing
who was in the apartment

between 6:00 and
8:00 this morning?

No, but then again I doubt
if even Maya herself

would've been home for
a good chunk of that time.

Why not? She used to go out,

every morning, took a long walk
right before work.

If she's still in the
neighborhood, her cell should

ping off the tower nearby.

Hey, if you guys see any sign
of a boa constrictor in there,

could you let me know?

I haven't seen Bonnie
since... Friday.

We'll put out a BOLO.

Gibbs, tell me you've got him.

Where is he?

Hello, Reeves.

I'm guessing you lost Henry.

He laid a trap and then
he picked the cuffs.

I've been looking for him
for the last two hours.

I was driving nearby and
I thought maybe he'd be here,

and you two were just taking
the Mick out of me,

you know, 'cause you're both
Marines and I'm a Brit?

The whole
American Revolution thing?

He's not here.

Right.

Damn.

You've got good instincts,
Reeves.

Need to use them.

What do you mean?

You were with this
guy for two days,

and you don't know where he is.

What, and you do?

He told me he didn't care
about seeing the memorial.

He also told you
to open your ears,

that's not what he said.

Coming here was the only
thing he did care about.

He just wanted to do it alone.

Well, then he should've
just said that

instead of annoying the hell
out of me.

Well, it can get annoying,

looking in the mirror.

You.

Just begging for another
high-risk mission.

Another way to just
push people away,

like you've done
your whole life.

What do you know about it?
A lot.

Listen...

I heard about
your family, Gibbs.

And I am sorry
for what happened to them,

but that doesn't make you
an expert on me.

I didn't say it did.
You got your memories.

I was three years old
when my parents died.

I haven't got a clue
how it feels

to have somebody care about me.

I'm not saying you do.

This is how I am.

Because this is all I ever was.

I've got more than memories.

Got the people
I let in afterwards.

I got the family
I chose to make.

You, me, Henry...

All the same guys.

You're just
a few decades behind.

Man, you lose everything,
you make a choice:

Where to go from there.

He made his choice. I made mine.

What about you?

Abbs?

- Henry!
- No.

I thought you were
bringing Henry.

He said if he didn't
stop at a vending machine,

he'd punch a wall.

He fills me with so much joy.

So I've been scrolling
through the traffic

and security cam footage

of Maya Davis' walk
yesterday morning.

Anybody get close enough
to poison her?

Yeah.

She's, like,
the neighborhood mayor.

And she's a hugger, too,
which I totally get.

So, I found four people
that she stopped to talk to

and two that definitely passed
close enough to inject her.

I'm running a program now
to enhance the stills.

Abby.

Henry!

Your vending machine sucks.

I'm sorry. You know,
I could make you some cookies

with my Bunsen burner
if you want.

I could eat cookies.

Okay, I'll get right on that,

'cause these photos
should be enhanced shortly.

We need you to tell us

if you recognize
any of these people

from your time
with Corporal Beck.

You gonna hold my hand while
I look? I know what you need.

- I'm here for the kid, all right?
- Abbs,

this thing is blinking.

My God,

I forgot I put him on mute

for being naughty.

Long story.

What's it saying?

It's the shavings
from the prescription bottle

at Maya's apartment.
They came from a laminate,

like the kind manufactured
for flooring.

She worked in a flooring place.

Gibbs, this sample contains

a huge amount of formaldehyde.

A floor made from that could
make people really sick.

Form.

Form-aldehyde.
You got to keep up, Gibbs.

Form. She wrote the word "form"
before she died.

She was trying to write
formaldehyde.

Her.

I'd know that dirty thief
anywhere.

She robbed you? She stole a cab,

right before the kid went down.

But she wasn't
that close to him.

Could've got to him
before the cab,

any time at the museum.

All right, I am directing
facial recognition

to the DMV database now.

And we got her.

Bridget O'Leary, 36,

purchasing manager at the
company where Maya worked:

Armitage Flooring.

Based on the environmental
safety report

that O'Leary signed,

the company just imported
$15 million worth of

laminate flooring from Asia.

The flooring is scheduled

to ship out to customers
in two days.

It's possible the same stuff
that Abby tested,

that's contaminated
with formaldehyde.

Well, according to Maya, it is.

She opened an alternate
e-mail account

to make contact with Peter Kang

at the D.C. Chronicle.

We talked to the guy.

He said Maya
asked to meet with him.

She was gonna blow the whistle.

Well,
if Maya had blown the whistle,

it could've taken down
the whole company.

Bridget O'Leary

signed that environmental
safety report,

- it would have ended her career.
- O'Leary killed Maya

before she could talk.

Where is she?

According to her phone's GPS,

O'Leary is at work,
Armitage Flooring.

Strap on your boots, people.

McGee, Quinn, you're here.

Show-and-tell, guys.

You got it, boss.

Yes, the shipment arrived.

I have 108 units
going wholesale,

and the rest is...

Excuse me, we're looking
for Bridget O'Leary.

She's right there.

I'll call you back.

You go right, I go left.

Hey, move! Clear the area!
Clear the area.

Okay.

All right, I'll pick it up now.

Help! I'm being chased!

NCIS federal agent!

Okay, okay, okay.

Hey! Freeze!

You ready?

For what?

Show-and-tell.

You and Maya lived
in the same neighborhood,

you worked at the same company,
you were friends.

Is that against the law?

She confided in you,
she told you

she was gonna blow the whistle.

She also told you

that she called the
hotline for advice,

and that she gave details
to the guy that answered.

And you I.D.'d the guy
as Corporal Beck.

That's one of the cabs
you took to follow him.

You can't even see
the passenger.

You paid with your credit card.

You got close enough

to inject Beck at the museum.

Then, you took the first cab

- out of there.
- Then you woke up

the next morning,
you went and did

the exact same thing
to your friend Maya.

So, we showed.
This is the part where you tell.

I want a lawyer.

Officer Reeves.

The particulars for
your new assignment.

You sign on today,
you leave for Syria next week.

Are you in?

May I have a moment
to think about it?

So? So...

how would you think that
that would make me

want to unzip anything?

This isn't you?

No, does it look like
I go to karaoke bars?

Really? I mean, I was so sure.

Those beachy waves.

Please. I mean, my-my hair
was way shorter back then.

All right.

Another NCIS rumor
properly laid to rest.

I tried to tell her
it was ridiculous.

Bishop.

Um, anyway, we,

found out how Bridget O'Leary

hacked the crisis center.

She has a cousin who works
at that cable company

in Florida.

The cousin erased
the recordings,

then called Corporal Beck's
house to fish for his location.

And Tampa police
just took the guy into custody.

Bottom line,

O'Leary killed two people
over some really ugly flooring.

Well,

anyone up for a little
group decompressing?

Well, you lost the
Gibbs tofu-steak bet,

so I think first
round is on you.

Fair is fair. You guys coming?

Hells yes.

Yeah, right behind you.

All right.

Well, that was a crazy rumor?

Unreal.

You know, I don't remember

your hair being shorter
back then.

It wasn't.

Now arriving from Dulles,

Flight 17 at Gate 3.

Okay, I'm home. That's it.

You guys can turn around
and babysit somebody else.

Ladies and gentlemen,
please welcome home

Lancaster County's own Vietnam
veteran and hometown hero,

Marine Sergeant Henry Rogers.

Thank you.

Thanks.

You did a good thing,
putting this together for him.

Couldn't have done it
without you.

Syria?

I decided to decline.

Good choice.

Thank you.

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@elder_man.