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What do you think I said?

Ma, I told Sydney

she's more than welcome
to freeze

her own head when she dies,

but mine is being cremated

and scattered
at the nearest Hooters.

(chuckles):
No, I know. She's crazy.

Even if it works,
who wants to live forever?

Live fast, die young, you know?

(horn honking)

(brakes screeching)
Hey!

What are you doing?
The sign said "walk"!

No way!

My light was green.

(horns honking)

You ever see streetlights
malfunction like that?

That's not a
malfunction.

That's an S.O.S.

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MAN:
The lights went crazy.

There was all kind
of blinking lights.

My light was green,
so it's frightening
that anybody...

McGEE:
City engineers traced
the disturbance

to an underground
power node.

Back traced the source,
they found this.

Hey, boss.

Meet Marine Officer
Major John Maguire.

At least that's
what his I.D. says.

It's hard to tell
with the, uh...

you know, the one eye.

Yeah, where's the missing one?

Your guess is as good as mine.

Major worked
under Marine Corps

Systems Command,
was liaison

to the civilian sector

for N.B.C. preparedness.

Nuclear, biological
and chemical.

Very good.

I'm proud of you,
like a weird uncle.

Hey, boss, you may not
have noticed, but the...

Door locks from the outside.

Oh, so you noticed that.

Meaning someone else
locked him down here.

Yeah, you really want
to impress me, McGee?

Tell me why.

Did he know where
his S.O.S. was going?

Not a chance.

Shorting the power box
was clever,

but a shot in the dark.

Lucky it worked at all.

And someone was able
to figure it out.

Well, that's precisely
why S.O.S. was chosen,

'cause it was so very
recognizable.

Dot-dot-dot, dash-dash-dash,
dot-dot-dot.

Unlike the old signal,

which was CQD,

come quick distress.

Just the S.O.S.?
That's all he sent.

McGEE:
Morse code's a dying art.

Was for him.

TONY:
Well, he could
have sent a message

and no one would
have recognized it.

Present company excepted.

Cause of death?

Well, he didn't suffocate.

There are no signs of cyanosis

to indicate oxygen
deprivation.

No petechial hemorrhages
that would indicate

strangulation, there's no

blunt or sharp
force trauma; in fact,

there's no sign of
any trauma at all.

Other than the missing eye.

That would explain
his death, Timothy.

Blood came
from somewhere.

Yes, well, I think the blood

on the hands is superficial.

From several

torn cuticles and, uh, pads.

TONY:
Looks like he literally tried

to climb the walls.

DUCKY:
Oh, that's odd.

99.1.

It appears our corpse

is running a slight fever.

What happened down here?

Whatever happened, someone

wanted to watch.

DUCKY:
Though the idea

of the artificial eye
was centuries old,

it didn't really take off until

the early 20th century.

A group of Germans

toured the United States
custom-fitting

glass eyes to those
who needed them.

Yes, which would've
included you, Major,

had you still been alive.

Sadly, the outbreak of war

led to shortages,

resulting in
ill-fitting eyeballs

which had a
tendency to pop out

during rigorous

interpersonal activity.
Such as?

I leave that
to your imagination, Tony.

But I do have a cause of death.

I was hoping there was

a reason you called
me down here, Ducky.

Yes, the Major's
death occurred

as a result of
acute organ failure

brought about by hyperthermia.

It wasn't that
cold down there.
No.

Hyperthermia, Tony, not hypo.

His body temperature literally
became too hot to handle.

Wasn't that warm down there.

No, indeed it wasn't,
but the hyperthermia
would explain

the elevated body temperature
I found at the crime scene.

One mystery solved.
Unfortunately,

the Major does not
appear to suffer

from any of the risk factors

involved in heatstroke.

Well, he still managed
to die from it.

Yes, indeed he did.

You know, certain
medications can interfere

with the body's cooling
processes, but we'll

have to wait for Abby's
toxicology report

to see if that is a factor.

(laughs):
I get it.

Rigorous interpersonal activity.

(clears throat)

Maybe it was a trophy
for the crypt keeper.

The wound was self-inflicted.

Are you saying that he...

He tore out his own eyeball.

You know, I found traces

of vitreous fluid
under his fingernails.

Well, where'd it go?

We didn't find an eyeball
at the crime scene.

Oh-ho-ho.

It was at the crime all right,

hiding...

in his stomach.

You didn't find a toe in there,
too, did you Duck?

(chuckles)

How'd it get in his stomach?

Oh, I don't know, Tony.

But there are
only two pathways
into the stomach.

Neither possibility

is particularly appetizing.

Gibbs!

Thank God you're here.

I really need your help.

You've got to stop me
from doing something stupid.

I'm thinking
about getting a tattoo.

All these tattoos.

You know, I get really nervous

'cause it's such a
final decision.

Should I go with something
a little esoteric or...

I don't know,
maybe a little Eastern.

Ah, Ganesh.

The Hindu god of wisdom for me,

the wise one.
What do you think?

I don't think I'm the one
to ask about this.

But Gibbs,

you know me better
than anyone else

and when you're gonna make
a decision that's gonna affect

the rest of your life,
you need the person around you

that knows you best
for guidance.

Please?

Where do you want
to put the tattoo?

Okay, you're right.
You're not the one to ask.

Toxicology report.

I heard about Ducky's
unexplained hyperthermia.

I can explain it.
I found traces of three

quinuclidinyl benzilate
in Major Maguire's blood.

NATO calls it BZ gas.
We call it Agent Buzz.

It's an incapacitating agent

that causes hyperthermia,
severe hallucinations

and, in large
enough doses, death.

It's a chemical weapon, Gibbs.
Whose?

It's hard to tell.

Chemical weapons are banned,

but they're still allowed
for research purposes.

Even by our own government.

Can you tell
which lab it came from?

No. But I do have a lead.

The camera that you pulled

from the sewer is
Wi-Fi based. It works by

piggy-backing on local,
unprotected networks.

Once it's on the Internet,

it can be routed
anywhere at will.

And it makes it
totally untraceable.

But you traced it anyway.

Let me know
when you...

I got an address.
Yep.

No, I mean, I got an address.

The killer watched
the Major die

from a bowling alley,

19 Bella Street.

Of course, whoever was there

is probably long...

...gone... by... now. Hmm.

I got a bad
feeling about this.

We let the elf lord go in,
we may never get him out.

Getting old, Tony.

Tony, you and Ziva
take the back.

Elf lord, you're with me.

* This place ain't
doing me any good *

* I'm in the wrong town

* I should be in Hollywood

* Just for a second there...

(weapons firing on video games)

Whoo!

* Gonna take dancing lessons

* Do the jitterbug rag

* Ain't no shortcuts

* Gonna dress in drag,
only a fool in here *

* Would think he's got
anything to prove *

Wonder where everyone is.

* Lot of water
under the bridge... *

MAN 1:
For some reason,
I don't believe you.

MAN 2:
Easy, I rent shoes
and bowling balls, okay?

I sell candy bars
and hot dogs.

Talk to me, Ziva.

ZIVA:
Real service entrance clear.
Standing by.

MAN 2: I just want
to know what the heck
you want me to say.

MAN 1:
Look, we can do this
nice and easy

or not so nice and easy.

Come on, man!

It's your call.

My call? The only call
I'm going to make

is to my lawyer.

I'm going to...

McGEE:
Federal agents!

Drop your weapons!

Federal agents, put 'em down!
Drop 'em!

NCIS, drop your weapons.
Drop your weapons!

How about we all
drop our weapons?

Since clearly we're all
on the same team.

MANN:
Mamoun Sharif.
CID was able

to trace an old lead
from when Sharif was working

as a paid informant
for the CIA.

The trail led to an alias
which led to a credit card.

Which led to a bowling alley.

Yep. Funny, us running
into each other like that.

Funny?

You have a better word?

(chuckling):
A few come to mind.

So the real question:
are our cases connected?

As connected
as McGee

and his cute,
little writing pipe.

The prints on the computer
that was used

to monitor the sewer
match the prints on file

from Sharif's
CIA report.

The Mad Bomber is back.

Except he's not using bombs
this time.

So where did he get
the BZ gas?

One of the
Major's duties was

to deliver small quantities
of weapons-grade gases

to civilian research labs.

Ziva, you and Tony...

Run down the list

of the Major's deliveries,
starting with the most recent.

And find out...
If any of them were BZ gas.
On it.

They always finish
your sentences for you?

I teach them to anticipate.

Well, they do it well.

You must be a good teacher.

Well, thank you very much.

Uh, boss, if Sharif was
trying to cover his tracks,

why would he go
to all this trouble

just to kill
Major Maguire?

It does seem unusual

that Sharif would have wasted
the BZ gas

the way he did.

He wasn't wasting it.

He was testing it.

Testing it for what?

It's a chemical weapon.

Take a guess.

I meant do you have
anything specific?

A date, a target?

No.

Nothing yet.

Is there any hard intel

suggesting that Sharif
is planning an attack?

You mean, other
than the dead guy in our morgue?

If you're worried
about the lack

of chatter...
Don't.

The last time Sharif
planned an attack,

there was zero uptick.

He certainly proved last time

that he was a pro
at flying beneath our radar.

Yes, but even if he's planning
on not using

the gas himself...

He'll sell it to
someone who will.
Yeah.

Homeland Security certainly
loves non-specific threats.

So, how are we going
to handle this?

Our investigations
have merged.

Who's gonna take
the lead?

You'll be working
under Agent Gibbs.

Your boss and I flipped a coin
for it.

Is that a problem?

No problem.

I'm just...
Used to being on top.

In command, yes.

But I've worked
with Agent Gibbs before

and I'm happy to again.

Hmm.

(clears throat)

(door shuts)

You two have worked
together a while, huh?

Mm-hmm.

How long?

The reason...
you're asking?

Just curious.

Forget it.

Major Maguire was here
last week.

Secure delivery.

Shame what happened.

You seem
real broken up.

Hey, I got
my own problems.

We upsized our
operation after 9/11.

Things haven't
quite panned out.

Lines out the door
for GameBox Three

and I got warehouses
of this no one wants.

And creditors
up the wazoo.

Uh, wazoo?

Huh?

Good luck with that one.
Oh.
(cell phone ringing)

Oh, wait.

Give me a second.

Hi.
He's got two cell phones.

One for each ear.

Yeah, I can take a rain check.

Everything
all right?

All right,
I'll talk to you later.

Sounds like you have
something up your wazoo.

A doctor's
probe, perhaps?

Look,

I got a business to run.

If you have any
more questions,

you can ask our
chief engineer.

He's in here.

Dane.

Tell them what
they need to know.

Okay?

Yeah.

What do you
need to know?

Well, my partner probably needs
to know your home phone number.

(grunts)

So if you'd just let it go, he
would've thought I was kidding.

I don't want your number.

What do you want?

You got a delivery
of BZ gas last week.

We need to confirm
the shipment details.

Invoice number?

So, if chemical weapons

are banned,
how come you guys

are still doing
research with them?

Well, not everyone plays
by the same rules as us.

We still need to certify
that our safety devices

will be functional
against a rogue attack.

The military provides
us with the samples

to certify our devices

and we do
the testing.

All right, here we go.

Four kilograms
of BZ concentrate.

Four?

According to SYSCOM records,
it was 14.

We asked for four.

That's what the Major
signed over to us.

Ten kilograms missing.

(whispering):
Is that a lot?

(cell phone ringing)

So then the Colonel says
to Gibbs,

"Funny, us running
into each other like that"...

McGee, you are reading
way too much

into this.
Abby,
you were not there.

You did not see the look
on Gibbs' face.

Look at what, McGee?

Hi, boss.

I was...

I was just...
Talking about us
behind our backs?

Well, we were trying to.

What do you got on Sharif?

On Maguire.

McGEE:
We've been digging all day
trying to find a connection.

ABBY:
Um, one possibility.

A $20,000 deposit.

MANN:
Wired from an offshore
bank account two days ago.

Is Sharif the source
of that wire?

Well, he didn't sign
his name on it.

If we can track
the source,

it might give us a lead on him.

Yeah, do it.

But wait!

There's more!
McGEE:
The Wi-Fi camera

that Sharif used, it streamed
video of Major Maguire

in real time to
Sharif's computer.

And we all know
that the Internet was designed

to be a redundant
communications protocol.

Yeah, we were able
to use that redundancy

to find echoes
of the original stream...

How long will they go on
like this?

Until we stop 'em.

...to ISP and rebuilding...

MANN:
McGee.

Bottom line?

We've got the video Sharif took
of Major Maguire before he died.

ABBY:
First he tried
to pick the lock.

McGEE:
Then he called for help.

About a half-hour
later,

he gets the idea
to try and signal

using the power
box on the wall,

which caused the
traffic lights on
the street to blink.

Watch what happens when
the BZ goes into effect.

He looks
really agitated.

McGEE:
BZ gas causes severe
hallucinations.

He is literally
losing his mind.

Now we know how
an eyeball got
in his stomach.

How much?

Um, this is the result
of roughly

ten milligrams of exposure.

What?

We're missing
ten kilograms, McGee.

That's like a million

times more.

Good news, boss. Gordon Gear
ran a full inventory.

The only thing unaccounted
for was the BZ gas.

Does that mean
you found Sharif?

I guess he's still
unaccounted for.

He's someplace doing something.

Figure out where and find him.

I got an idea,
campfire!
No!

Yes! Campfire's
where we all

get together in
a free environment,

you know, without
hugging and everything,

we, uh...

not a big fan of the campfire.

Then where is he going?

Same place he always
goes to think.

(knock at door)

MANN:
I thought you'd like to know

that Sharif made it to the top

of every agency's
Most Wanted list.

Homeland Security's
all over it.

Where's your boat?

Well, had to move it
to make some room.

Yeah, but...

They're covering their asses.

But where...
Gonna take them
days to do anything.

Yeah, well,
they want a briefing.

Chemical weapons are

notoriously difficult
to deal with,

and ten kilograms
is a large amount.

It could be
a land-based attack.

Or worse, something else
we haven't thought of yet.

Well, that's what I'm here for.

Is it?

You say that like
you were expecting

something else.

Or is it hoping?

What you got in the bag?

Dinner.

Why don't we start with that?

So maybe Sharif is just
gonna to sell the BZ.
He's not.

And you're so sure
of that because...?
His eyes.

His eyes?

He doesn't
want the money.

He wants to kill.

Who?

Sharif's sold himself out

to the highest bidder
his whole life,

no matter what side
they were on.

I mean, what's changed?

People get older.

Realize they want
something different.

And you can tell this

just by looking
into someone's eyes?

Yeah.

Okay.

What do you see in my eyes?

That you want me to kiss you.

So are you going to?

Yeah.
When?

After we catch...

Sharif.

That's probably a good idea.
Really?

'Cause I was hoping
you would think that.

No, no, it's a good idea.

And I'd better go
before I change my mind.

Uh, you know,

we're a distraction
to your team.

We can't have anything

interfering with finding Sharif.

And we're gonna find him.

Then what?

Interfere.

(cell phone ringing)

Yeah. Gibbs.

Hello, Agent Gibbs.

What do you want, Sharif?

No pleasantries?

That's not very friendly,
Agent Gibbs.

You want friendly?
Front door's open.

Bring coffee.

I did, but you weren't in.

Nice place.

Got some decorating tips,

but first things first.

I know you are aware
I have almost ten

kilograms of BZ gas
in my possession.

I wasn't expecting applause,

but I was hoping
for a little bit more.

What do you want?

The United States
government is holding

six alleged members
of a Chechen separatist group

in a secret prison
in Afghanistan.

I want them released

within the next 24 hours.

Not gonna happen.

Because the United States

does not negotiate
with terrorists.

But you misunderstand.

We are not negotiating.

Either you release those men

or I will release more
of the BZ gas.

More?

It's hard to say how many
have been exposed.

Airborne weaponry
is a tricky business, but...

I'm sure the 11:00 news
will have

a pretty good figure by now.

NEWSCASTER:
Authorities are not certain
what is causing the illness.

There are no fatalities
as of yet,

but at least six people
have fallen sick.

Actually, counting you,
Agent Gibbs,

that makes seven.

Poor Gibbs.

First he loses
his memory,

and now he might
lose his mind.

Huh.

Sharif is going to lose
a lot more than that

when Gibbs catches him.

He's not going crazy, is he?

No, he's his usual self.

Which some people might
characterize as unconventional.

(chuckles)
I didn't find
any trace

of BZ gas
in either of them.

Sharif appears to be bluffing.

You're welcome to, uh...

Gibbs!

I was so worried.

I'm okay, Abs.

Yeah, me, too.

ZIVA:
No fatalities
at the hospital.

The dose
was too low.

They're reporting it
as food poisoning.

But the word is already
beginning to leak out.

How did Sharif deliver the BZ?

I can't tell yet.

The pattern of illnesses
appears random.

We're still trying
to find a link

between Sharif and
the Chechen rebels.

You won't find one.

He's trying to distract us.

From what?

GIBBS:
I don't know.

Then what makes you so sure?

Never question the gut.

Oh.
Going somewhere, McGee?

Actually, looking
for you, boss.

Might have found a connection
between Sharif's victims.

Neighbors reported
seeing the same truck

outside two
of the houses.

Well, you got a plate?

McGEE:
Not enough of one.

All I got is a red truck,
some kind of logo.

Ziva, you and Tony
find out if anyone else saw...

Where the hell is DiNozzo?

You tell me.

Oh, that's right, you won't.

Find him!

Now!

Paging Miss Benoit.

Miss Benoit, please report
to your front door, please.

There's a medical emergency
requiring your assistance.

Miss Benoit, a patient
at your front door

is dying of loneliness.

So when I said "rain check"...

That's weird.

'Cause I thought
you said "brain Chex."

Like some kind of breakfast
cereal good for your brain.

What's wrong?

It doesn't have
anything to do with you.

That's not what I asked.

If you don't want
to tell me, I can always

look at your horoscope
or read some tea leaves or...

What is it about "no" that
men refuse to understand?

Is this all men or just me?

I got an e-mail
from an old friend.

And this old friend is not
good at the "no" word?

No, this friend isn't.

Starting to sound like
this may have

something to do
with me.

Not everything is about you.

Okay, then.

Enough about me,
let's talk about you.

What do you think of me?

Beaches.

Bette Midler.

1987.

1988, actually, but I'm gonna
give it to you anyway,

'cause you're kind of cute.

And you win the prize:

A night with
Francois Truffaut.

Actually, probably
a couple of nights,

maybe even a long weekend.

We can start with The 400 Blows.

I love Truffaut.

Just so, um, we're clear,

to, you know, make sure

there's no confusion
in the future,

when we use the word
"rain check,"

we're saying "no" now, right?

Not "no" with a capital "N,"
more like a lowercase "no."

(chuckles)

Yes. Perfectly unclear.

You see, this

might be why men have
trouble understanding

the feminine of the "no"...
word... thingy.

(chuckles)
I'm digging myself
a hole, here.

You know, since I'm here,
it's a shame to waste me.

I vote for a group bath.

(laughing)

Is that a "yes" or...?

It wasn't a "no."
Aha.

That's very good.

(laughing)

(shower running)

(keys tapping)

Ah.

(keys tapping)

(cell phone buzzing)

Hey.

Is this about
the mystery illness?

ZIVA:
I don't know. You tell me.

I'm telling you, I just got
the news flash. Sharif?

Yes.

Where are you?

Off duty.

Okay, this is getting old, Tony.

This is why I don't
answer your calls.

McGee found a connection
between the victims.

Their homes were fumigated
by the same firm.

All right.
Text me the address.

Where are you?

(mumbling)
JEANNE:
Tony.

The water's getting cold.

About that rain check...

The pest control firm
didn't realize that one of

their commercial sprayers
was missing

until I sent two of my agents
to question them.

We've ID'd Sharif as
one of their employees.

Former employee.

Call you back.

Sharif hasn't shown
for work since the attack.

Probably because he's too busy
preparing for his next one.

The missing sprayer
is truck-mounted.

But it could easily be adapted
for a small aircraft.

I'm having
mobile sensors deployed

at every Marine and Naval base
on the East Coast.

FAA finish grounding
all small aircraft?

In the works.

Ducky says there's an antitoxin.

Needs to be delivered to all
Trauma Ones and base hospitals.

In the works.

I hope "in the works" means
something different here

than it does
where I come from.

Keep hoping.

You don't want this being seen?!

It's too late!

(voice echoing):
Too late! Too late!

Jethro?

Are you okay?

Yeah. Fine.

Colonel Mann.

Yes, Director?

He's not fine.

We're all under a lot of stress.

A word of advice.

Agent Gibbs is one of
the best agents around,

but when it comes
to dealing with bureaucracy,

it's not one of
his stronger points.

And your point?

My point...

is that I almost lost

my best agent
six months ago,

and I don't want a repeat.

Well, with all
due respect, ma'am,

I think Agent Gibbs
can take care of himself.

I think
you know that.

Yes, I do.

That will be all.

NEWSCASTER:
Rumors continue to swirl

about a possible
terrorist attack.

There's been no official
confirmation, but the FAA...

ABBY:
Gibbs!

We have news.

McGEE:
We were able

to back trace the wire transfer
to Major Maguire.

It wasn't easy.
Most offshore accounts

use a block cipher
as a security protocol.

So what we did was
we fooled their system by

causing a denial
-of-service...
You got a location on Sharif?

Gibbs, the wire transfer
did not come from Sharif.

Who did it come from?

McGEE:
So this is the guy

Ziva was
drooling over.

I wasn't drooling.
TONY:
Please.

I saw you undressing him
with your bedroom eyes.

At least I'm not
the one asking him

if he waxed
his eyebrows.

TONY:
It's important to appreciate
the competition.

(chuckles)

I want a lawyer.

Why? You done
something wrong?

I'm admitting to nothing.

You don't need to.

We already know
you wired $20,000

to Major Maguire.

What we don't know is why.

GIBBS:
I'm gonna make this
real simple for you.

No lawyer, no trial.

MANN:
Just a room like this
until you talk.

That's the way it works
for terrorists.

I'm not a terrorist.

Well, you'd better hope you
can convince us otherwise.

HOGAN:
All right.

I diverted the BZ gas
to Sharif,

not the Major.

When I went to cover
my tracks...

Major Maguire found out.

Yeah.

Sharif said he would
take care of it.

I got worried when the Major
disappeared, because I knew

the missing BZ would be
traced back to me.

So you made it look
like Major Maguire

sold the gas to Sharif
by putting the money

in his account.

How much did Sharif pay you?

Nothing.

I paid him.

What, you just like
killing Americans?

We weren't planning
on killing anyone.

The plan was to scare people.

Hey, it's working.

You guys don't get it, do you?

Every time there's
a catastrophe,

someone cashes in.

Katrina-- the construction
companies cleaned up.

The tsunami--
traders made a killing

on tsunami detection stocks.

And during a chemical scare...

Have you checked the
stock market today?

My lab paid me

in stock options.

The phony attack that put
the six people in the hospital,

well, that worked,

'cause everybody's running out
and buying gas masks now.

The stock prices went
through the roof.

I'll be a millionaire
by tomorrow's bell.

You're going to be in prison
by tomorrow's bell.

MANN:
You gave a terrorist
deadly nerve gas?

Just wait. Now, it's not
what you think.

I built in a safeguard.

I denatured the enzyme,

which makes it useless
for an airborne attack.

It was the only way that
I would give him the BZ gas.

Sharif knew?

Stealing the bug sprayer was
just to scare people.

Sharif has the BZ, but
he can't even use it.

I mean, if you ingest it,
it'll kill you,

but, yeah, last time I checked,

bleach and bug spray
will do the same thing,

and you can buy that anywhere.

There is no terrorist attack.

Then why are there six people
in the hospital right now?

McGEE:
Boss, local LEOs

found the stolen sprayers
in an alley.

No trace of BZ.

I think maybe Dane was right.

TONY:
Wrong, Probie.
This is Sharif.

He wouldn't go
to all the trouble

if he didn't have a plan.

And not knowing is
driving boss crazy.

Then explain how Sharif is
going to spread the BZ

if it's been modified.

Maybe it wasn't modified.

It was.

CID's chemical weapons
specialists

analyzed the blood of the
victims at the hospital

and confirmed
the BZ's been modified.

It's harmless unless ingested.

Which is basically harmless.

GIBBS:
It wasn't harmless

for Major Maguire
and those six people.

TONY:
Sharif was in their houses.

He could've spiked their O.J.
with BZ.

Or Sharif figured out
a way to modify it back.

(cell phone ringing)

Yeah, Gibbs.

Why don't I wait for you
to start the trace?

I just called to see
how you're feeling,

Agent Gibbs.

Better than those six innocent
people you put in the hospital.

I'd stop by and pay my respect,

but I'm on my way out of town.

How about I send you a postcard?

I'm planning on traveling

quite a bit for my retirement.

And your Chechen buddies?

I'm not even sure
where Chechnya is.

We both know
you're not retiring.

With what I've made,

I plan on doing plenty.

Who were they?

Wife?

Family?

Come on, Sharif,
I've been there, I know.

It's not the money.

It's payback.

You won't stop until you get it.

So who were they?

(phone beeps off)

So this is all about payback?

No, he's planning an attack.

DUCKY:
And I believe I have a clue

as to what that might be.

DUCKY:
Do you see the slight
inflammation

of the stratum corneum
of his fingertips?

Slight?

Looks more like
he was grating cheese

and forgot the cheese.

Yes, well most of
the damage occurred
when Major Maguire

attempted to scale
the walls of his crypt.

But when I learned that
the BZ gas had been modified

so it was no longer
an airborne threat,

I looked for other

methods of exposure.
He ingested it.

That's a good guess
but also a wrong one.

The answer lies

in Major's urine.

Smell that.

I'd prefer not to.

Garlic.

Sharif is spiking
garlic with BZ toxin?

No. The contents
of his stomach show that

Major Maguire hadn't eaten
anything, much less garlic.

It appears...

that Sharif

may have been testing a topical

method of exposure.

Like, uh, sunscreen

or a body oil.

If that is the case,

then that
would explain both

the inflammation

and the garlic odor by-product.

Of course, all this
will require

a specialized

analysis from Abby

to determine that
that is indeed

the case, and I'm fairly

certain that...

Where'd they go?

I'm guessing Abby's lab.

And I know Gibbs
always gets his man,

but those two are

unusually motivated
to find Sharif.

DMSO are as we professionals
call it

itdimethyl sulfoxide.

It's an industrial-strength
solvent

that has a very interesting
side effect.

It carries whatever
it comes into contact with

directly into the bloodstream.

Wow, gold star for the Colonel.

So, it looks like Sharif

has mixed BZ with DMSO.

Which means that
all anyone has to do

is come in contact with a
coated surface to be exposed.

The more BZ is in the mix,

the faster it'll take effect.

Anywhere from ten
minutes to 36 hours.

How many people?

The bad news, about a 100,000.

Oh, well, the good news
better be really good.

Well, Sharif is going to
have some serious

distribution problems.

If he were to go
door-to-door, right?

There's only so many people
he can get to before we get him.

He could do more damage

with a shotgun.

(gunshot, glass shattering

(screaming)

(cell phone ringing)

You gonna get that?

Yeah, Gibbs.

We'll on our way up.

Got a lead on Sharif.

Guy's been a busy
little banker.

He spent the last three days

going from bank to bank.

Depositing or withdrawing?

Withdrawing,
and all of it in singles.

ZIVA:
12 transactions at
12 different banks.

MCGEE:
Which is why it was flagged.

Anti-laundering law used
to say any transaction

over ten grand
needs to be reported.

But those were 9,000 each.

Sharif must have known
about the limit.

What he didn't know was that
the Fed lowered the threshold

to five grand last month.

Since when do you
know so much

about anti-laundering
laws, DiNozzo?

Well, you should read your memos
more often, then, boss.

Or not.

How much?

108,000.

A lot of singles.

About 108,000.

I have an entirely inappropriate
joke about strip clubs,

but I'm gonna save it for
a less terrifying moment.

He's putting the BZ
on the money.

By the time that changes hands,
within 36 hours....

A lot more than 100,000
will be at risk.

DiNozzo.

I'll check casinos
and racetracks.

Best places to get rid of
large amounts cash quick.

Agent McGee, airports, stations,
any place Sharif can hit
large groups of people.

On it, boss... Colonel.

Ziva, coordinate roadblocks
with local LEOs.

We're going to have
to issue a warning.

It's going to wreak havoc
on the economy.

The economy's not what
I'm worried about.

He could be anywhere.
We're not going
to find him now.

You reneging on our deal?
Huh.

McGee!

Yeah, boss.

What is this?

Well, it looks
like the cash.

I can see that, McGee. No, that.

Right there,
what is that?

That.

Let me see this.

Looks like a GBP.

It's a GameBox Portable.

Pest guy said
Sharif was addicted to it.

Is that a video game?

Actually it's a wireless
handheld game console.

Wireless? Does that mean
it's traceable?

If he's playing it and we know
his online gamer ID, yeah.

We do.

Abs...
Tony already called.
I'm on it.

It looks like while Sharif
was waiting for Major Maguire

to pop his cork.

He spent four hours at
the bowling alley

playing an online video game

called Killer Kudsuckers.

Got his handle?
I'm almost there.

Oh, look,

it's "Agent Gibbs."

Access in the multi-player
registry.

He's online.

He's actually been
online for over an hour.

He's not in any rush.
No, he's waiting
for something--

a plane or...

Train.

He's at the Amtrak station.

(brakes screeching)

MCGEE:
He's still online.

MANN:
The National Guard is sending in
a response team with antidote.

TONY:
If someone wants to suggest
waiting for them outside,

I won't complain.

GIBBS:
Ziva, walk the station down..

Nothing leaves.

TONY:
Which way, McGee?

I don't know.
He went off-line.

DiNozzo.
Yeah, boss.

MANN:
Have security
block all exits.

I'm on it.

Keep the change.

Thank you, sir.

MAN OVER PA:
Train 84 to Philadelphia,
30, PA,

is now boarding on track 80.

(gunshot, glass shattering)

Boss, you all right?

NCIS!

(crowd clamoring)

Get down on the ground, Sharif.

Get the money!

MANN:
What about Sharif?
I got him. I got him.

The money's contaminated.
Put it down.

The money's been poisoned.
Put it down.

MANN:
Don't touch the money!

(gun cocking)

It's over, Sharif.

Something wrong, Agent Gibbs?

What did you do?

Those lovely hand tools.

undetectable until
it reaches your bloodstream.

A little early,
but I'm not complaining.

Their names were Cassandra,

Dmitri and Bashira.

They were my family.

Until one of your country's

smart bombs was not so smart.

Do you know what it's like
to lose your family?

They say everyone you kill,

you just make ten more like me.

I think today

just one will be enough.

(muffled scream)

(gunshots)

Hang on, boss.
National Guard's here.

We got the antidote.

You're going to be
all right, Boss.

...which happened today.

Nation officials have said
certain areas will remain closed

for further...

(cell phone ringing)

Hello.

I thought you were
still recuperating.

Oh, I... yeah, I'll buzz you in.

No, you don't need to.

The doors are unlocked.

Yeah, but, uh...

my doorbell works.

Well, then I guess we're even.

So, uh...

You feeling better?

Yeah, I'm sure feeling
better than DiNozzo.

He was about ready
to kill himself

when he had to burn
that hundred grand.

(chuckles)

I came by to say thank you.

You're welcome.

Is that all you came for?

Well, it's a start.

Okay... before we do this,

I just need to know one thing.

How'd you get that damn boat
out of your basement?

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