All language subtitles for NCIS S20E22 Black Sky

McGEE:
Looks like our killer
was doing some research

on Russia before
the victim showed up.

Global chaos, revenge...

was pretty much all Yuri
ever talked about.

McGEE:
NCIS, come out of the shower.

Yuri.

You know his mission?

Something that falls into
the category

of weapons of mass destruction.

VANCE:
But Yuri is more than happy
to go to prison,

taking his secrets with him.

(buzzer sounds)

(man speaking indistinctly
over speakers)

Oh.

Better not be overcooked
this time.

It's not.

Hey, hey,
you forgetting something?

MAN (over speakers):
Key block on the gate.

Thank you, Otis.

(buzzer sounds)
(inmates whistling)

(cell doors rattling)
(indistinct shouting)

(inmates shouting, whistling)

(whistling)
(rattling)

(shouting continues)

(man shouts in Spanish)
(whistling continues)

I said no new neighbors.

There's nothing I can do
about it, man.

There's overcrowding
on every block.

I kept that cell empty
as long as I could.

I'm sorry, Yuri.

Not as sorry as you will be
if he snores.

(man speaking indistinctly
over speakers)

You hear that, my friend?

You better hope
you do not snore.

♪ ♪

Thanks for the update, Warden.

How's Torres doing?

Made it
through the night.

Any contact with Yuri yet?

Knowing Torres, he was
probably trying to get intel

about the terrorist attack
the moment he got there.

He'll certainly have
his opportunities.

He's in the cell
directly across from Yuri.

Isn't that a little risky?

VANCE:
Yes, it is.

Whole op is risky,
not to mention rushed.

We know, but given
the circumstances,

there was
no other option.

Which is why I approved it,

but it doesn't mean
I'm happy about it.

His cover identity was thrown
together way too quickly.

We've combed through it, Director,

and it seems... solid.

Emmanuel "Manny" Delgado, 38,

serving ten years
for armed robbery.

All prior arrests,
bank accounts,

and addresses have been fully
vetted and backstopped.

VANCE: He didn't have much time
to memorize it all.

He's a quick study.
Well, he better be.

Is the warden our only
point of contact?

Yeah.
(sighs)

Not even
the prison guards know

that Torres is undercover.

So if things go sideways,
he's on his own in there.

McGEE: Yes, but we
have eyes on him.

Kasie got approval to wire into
the prison security cameras.

KNIGHT: Plus, we've been
authorized to activate

the prison's alarm
in case of an emergency.

All right, now that
we've got Yuri covered,

what do we know
about his father?

Kostya Valkov.

Ex-KGB, current oligarch,

he has close ties with both

the Russian mafia
and the Kremlin.

We believe he's the mastermind
behind the impending attack.

Do we know
his whereabouts?

He's safely insulated
in his Moscow compound.

We can't get to him,

which is why
we're going after his son.

So it's Yuri or bust.
Maybe not.

Remember Evelyn Shaw?

One of the four Russian
spies tied to Kostya.

Didn't you take a run at her
already and get nowhere?

Yeah, but her circumstances

recently changed.

Her bunkmate tried to
kill her last night.

We think Kostya ordered
the hit.

And it turns out that
Yuri went to go visit Evelyn

in prison two weeks ago.

And we know that
Yuri likes to talk a lot,

and maybe he said too much.

Which would make her
a loose end

that, uh, Kostya
would want tied up.

If she knows something,
offer her a sweetheart deal.

Get her to talk.

(man speaking indistinctly
over speakers)

(knocking rhythmically)

(bell rings in distance)

Can I help you?

You don't talk much,
do you... Delgado?

Best way to get by in here.

You do not snore either.

That's good.

So far, I have
no complaints.

Wish I could say
the same about you.

You were sawing logs
all night.

(chuckles)

Do you know
who you're talking to?

Mm-hmm.
A guy with, uh, sleep apnea?

Get it under control.

Or I'll control it for you.

(laughing)

You know,
you have big, uh...

Mangoes?

Yes.

Well, finally something
we could agree on.

I think I like you.

I hope you don't make me
change my mind.

And what would happen if you do?

Ask around, my friend.

You got a death wish, bro?

I appreciate
you looking out,

but I can
take care of myself.

Ain't no one looking out
for your well-being.

I was only sitting,
like, three feet away,

and I ain't trying to get
caught up in no beatdowns.

Them Russian boys
don't play.

Hi again, Evelyn.
How you doing?

Oh, I've been better.
Mm, yeah.

Heard you had a rough
go of it last night.

What happened?
My bunkie tried
to kill me.

Oh. Well, that's
not very good.

No. It is not.

Why do you think she attacked
you out of the blue like that?

Maybe she's just mean.

I think Kostya Valkov
paid her to get rid of you

because you know too much.

I'm not gonna
talk about Kostya.
Why?

Because he'll have me killed
if I do.

Oh, he'll have you killed regardless.

As soon as you go back to the
prison, you're as good as dead.

But you already know that.

You're mean, too.

Have you ever heard of the
Witness Protection Program?

You... you can
get me in that?

Mm.

Arrangements have
already been made.

All you have to do is tell me
whatever it is you know

about the attack that
Kostya's planning.

I'll get my own house?

Some-someplace where
Kostya can never find me?

A beautiful cottage
in Culpeper.

Pickleball capital of Virginia.

Pickleball?

Everyone loves pickleball.
Even Russian spies.

First, you-you have
to understand

that what I'm about to tell you
I had nothing to do with

at all...
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Skip ahead.

Yuri visited me
a couple weeks ago.

He was bragging about
some really

huge attack that
his father was planning.

When is it happening?
I don't know
the exact day,

but very soon.

He said the wheels
are already in motion.

And what else did he say?

That-that's it.
(sighs) I swear.

Okay, you can't
possibly think

that you're gonna get
a free home

and lifelong pickleball
with just that.

Wait. Wait,
you-you can't send me

back to prison--
I'll be killed.

Oh, that's not my problem.

Please, Agent Knight,
I told you everything I know.

Besides,
can't the undercover agent

you have in Yuri's prison
figure the rest out?

What makes you think we have

an undercover agent
in with Yuri?

One of my guards
is on Kostya's payroll.

Said there's a Fed
in Yuri's prison,

which means there might be
one in mine, too.

If Evelyn knows
about Torres...

It's likely Yuri does, too.

Get his ass out of there.

Now.

How old are you, man?

18 last month. Why?

Damn, you're barely
old enough to drive.

Why are you in here?

Long story.

Oh, okay, sorry,
you got someplace to be?

(chuckles)

(clears throat)
I got, uh, pinched for fraud.

But I didn't do it.
Oh, of course
you didn't.

Didn't you know

that everyone
here is innocent?

No, no, for real, bro.

Look, I-I was, I was, like,
set up or something.

I woke up to cops
busting down my door and...

(chuckles) I don't think
your pal likes me.

I don't
understand why.

I'm friend to everyone.

Except for rats.

(sniffing)

Do you smell that, Delgado?

No, the only thing
I smell is him.

I believe I once read

in your National Graphic
magazine that

rats cannot smell
their own scent.

Oh, what a cute little nugget
of information.

Isn't it?

Did I say that you could sit?

No. You did not.

(phone buzzing)

Pardon me.

(tsking)
No, no, no, no, my friend.

It is very rude to look at
someone else's texts.

I wasn't looking at
your texts.

I was wondering how you
smuggled a phone into prison.

A little gift?
From your daddy?

So you do know who I am.

All you do is talk about

how special you are,
and how your dad is this

big Russian mobster,

who I've never
even heard of.

That may change very soon.

Another little
special nugget.

You prefer me to be
more direct with you?

I know that there is a rat
in this prison.

And I'm sensing
that rat is you.

What did you just say?

Sit down, rat.

Oh, you do talk.

I thought you just stood there
like a big bitch.

(grunting)

Ow!

If you ever call me
a rat again,

you're next.
(man groaning)

And your daddy is not
going to save you.

Delgado,
you got a visitor!

(man crying)

(sniffling)

OTIS:
The hell happened here?

(man grunting)

He slipped.

Delgado, lawyer's here,
let's go.

We will finish our chat later.

(buzzer sounds)

MAN (over speakers):
Visitor for Emmanuel Delgado

window 27.

(knocking)

(bell ringing)

(bangs)

What are you doing here?

Pulling you out.

What? No, you're not.

We think Yuri knows
that there's a...

A rat? Yeah,
I'm getting that vibe.

What happened?
Did he come at you?

Yeah, and he wasn't
subtle either.

But, uh... I think
I bought myself some time.

How?
I beat the crap out of
his muscle.

Big bastard and mean as hell
but I think it's a good plan.

Really?
Well, I said good plan,
not perfect plan.

The rules are different
around here, Parker.

Yuri accused me of
being a rat

and only a rat
would take that lying down.

So I did what I had to do.
So, you're thinking
that fighting

maybe convinced him
that you're not the rat?

No, but it's a step
in the right direction.

Now, convincing him,
that's gonna take more time.

You don't have it.
Says who?

Says Vance.
He's pulling the plug.

MAN (over speakers):
Visitor for Reymundo De Leon,
window 24.

Manny.

You hearing me, Delgado?

Yeah, yeah, I hear you,
but I'm not leaving.

There's too much
at stake.

And Yuri doesn't know
it's me.

Even still, he knows
there's a mole now

which means the chance of
getting any intel

is slim and none.

BX9-3-10-64.

It's the serial number
to a burner phone.

Yuri has been texting someone,
probably daddy.

BX9-31064.

You know, you could've just
told me you had that

as soon as you sat down.
Yeah, but what is
the fun of that?

I'm glad you're
enjoying yourself.

So, you'll talk to Vance?

Hey, Parker...

you're a hell of an attorney.

(talking low, indistinctly)

(buzzer sounds)
(knocking on door)

Thank you, Judge.

Please email that to me
as soon as you sign it.

Yes, ma'am, trap warrant
is coming through as we speak.

Okay, thank you.

Phone company is sending over
a copy of every text

Yuri's burn phone has sent
or received in the past week.

We don't think
Yuri'd be dumb enough

to discuss details of the terror
attack over text, do we?

(computer chirping)

Well, we are
about to find out.

The logs from the phone company
just came through.

Anyone speak Russian?

Internet does.
Translating now.

So, the text it's just
a series of numbers?

Maybe it didn't
translate right.

No, unfortunately, it did.

The texts are all
written in code.

Can you crack it?

Do I have a choice?

Not if we want
to save the country.

In that case,
I better start.

(buzzer sounds)

(inmates chattering)

MAN (over speaker):
Attention in the yard.

Attention in the yard.

All work dockets
now being collected...

MAN:
Delgado.

Boss wants you
to write on this

your full name,
date of your birth,

and social security number.

You're kidding, right?

Also, name of school
you went to.

For my master's
or my Ph.D.?

You a doctor?

Yeah, I got a doctorate on
boosting Brink's trucks.

You're making joke.
Very funny.

I'm not laughing.

Please.

We have to run
identity check.

This no big deal.

Unless, you have
something to hide.

This is a waste of time,
if you ask me.

I did not ask.

And I bet there isn't even
a rat in here.

That is wager
you would lose.

Everybody knows in here

that Yuri confessed to
murdering that dude.

Mm, this is true.
Cops got them
dead to rights.

He's already screwed.
Also true.

So, why would the cops bother
putting an undercover in here?

(chuckles)

You all have something else
cooking in here, don't you?

Nothing is cooking.

Well, then there is no rat.

We know for fact
there is.
How?

Because we have
special source, Delgado.

Let me guess?

Yuri's daddy?

There's nothing
more dangerous...

than blind loyalty.

When it comes to Kostya Valkov,
anything but loyalty is suicide.

Russian made
surface-to-air missiles.

Strike range, 25 kilometers

with a warhead
up to 60 kilograms.

(stops video)
That's Kostya Valkov
selling arms

to a guy he thinks is
a member of Al-Qaeda,

but who's actually MI5.

How'd you get this?
I didn't.

Ducky reached out to an
old connection for us.

Dr. Mallard, good
to see you again.

Likewise, Director.

I just wish it weren't
under these circumstances.

Yeah, you and me both.

So, if this was an undercover
sting operation,

how is Kostya not in prison?

Oh, he was serving
a life sentence,

but he was released
after a few years.

Let me guess.
Another prisoner swap?

Indeed.

Which explains why Yuri
acts so untouchable.

He thinks his father
can convince the Kremlin

to make a swap
for him, too.
They may not need to.

He might just walk right out
in the middle of the chaos.

What are you
talking about?
McGEE: We cracked the code

on Yuri and Kostya's texts.

It's a numeric cypher

based on a
Cold War era... Tim.

Right, doesn't matter.

What matters is that
we have figured out

how Kostya's planning
on attacking us.

He's targeting
the U.S. power grid.

Which sector?
All of them.

His plan is to
knock out electricity

to the whole country.

We're talking
widespread outages

for weeks, if not months.

And how exactly is he
planning to pull this off?

Could be a computer virus,
an electromagnetic pulse,

even...

small arms fire
at key substations.

We're vulnerable to all of it.

The DoD refers to
this kind of attack

as a Black Sky event.

And the simulations
that they've run,

the potential consequences
are terrifying.

We're talking complete
loss of communication,

shutdown of all
the food supply chains,

all critical infrastructures
grinding to a halt.

Basically, a total breakdown
of society as we know it.

(inmates chattering)

You are dead man.
TORRES:
You really want to do this?

'Cause it didn't work out
too well for you last time.

YURI:
Not yet, Boris.

I'd like to question him first
before you kill him.

TORRES:
What do you want
to know now?

My mother's maiden name?

Why don't we start
with your name first?

Oh, I see? You can't read.

Emmanuel Del--

Your real name.
That is my real name.

And where do you claim
to have attended school?

Saint Barnaby's in Miami.

Which, if you bothered to look,
I wrote on your dumbass sheet.

I did look.

And I checked.

Saint Barnaby's High
has no records of you.

What does that
mean, Boris?

It means
I get to kill him now.

Or it means that
you two geniuses checked out

the wrong school.

There are two
Saint Barnaby's in Miami.

I went to Saint Barnaby's
Reform School,

not the Catholic
high school.

Why should I trust this?

You don't have to trust it.

You can look it up
for yourself.

He is lying, Yuri.

I hope you're sure
because if you are not

and you kill me...

the real rat lives

and your daddy will be
super pissed,

don't you think?

If you are lying to me,

I'll make sure
Boris guts you slowly.

Well, I'm not so sure
it's gonna play out that way.

I guess we'll never know...

...because I'm not lying.

What's with the look,
McGee?
What look?

The "refusing to blink until
you figure something out" look.

I'm just trying to break down
what these latest texts

between Yuri and Kostya
might mean.

New texts?
Why didn't you tell me?

I guess I was too busy
not blinking.

Take a look at this--
Yuri texts his dad

asking for an update on
something called "Anastasia."

Kostya doesn't seem
too happy about it.

Do you think Anastasia is
their code word for the attack?

I'm not sure, but I don't think
we're gonna be getting

too much more intel from
these text messages.

Vance wants us all
up in MTAC.

Who are we briefing?
CIA, DoD, NSA,

and any other agency
with three letters.

I called
the Department of Energy

to warn them
about the attack.

And?
Well, they said
even with the heads-up,

there's no way
they could safeguard

five million miles
of power lines.

Lovely.
(sighs)

(phone ringing)

It's Torres.

You go ahead,
tell Vance I'll be right in.

WOMAN:
This is a collect call
from inmate Manny Delgado.

Yeah, operator,
I'll, uh, I'll accept.

Delgado, you okay?

Yeah, for now.

I need a favor, though.
Name it.

Yuri knows Delgado didn't go to
Saint Barnaby's High in Miami.

How? He get a hold
of a yearbook?

I wouldn't doubt it.

He's resourceful,
to say the least.

I know you don't
want to hear this,

but I think it's time
we pull you out...

You're right,
I don't want to hear it.

I told him there were
two Saint Barnaby's in Miami.

Are there?
No.

I made one up
and told him

I went to the fake one--
a reform school.

All right, so,
what do you want from us?

To build you a school?

No, I need a website.

And make sure Delgado
is in the student records.

I need it by 4:00.

That's when the prison
turns the Wi-Fi on.

Hang on, hang on.

All right, thank you
so much, baby girl.

I love you, too.
(smacks lips)

(hangs up phone)

(dial tone drones)

KASIE:
we are barely going to make it
with this website.

Uh, it is 3:57, by the way.

I am aware of that, Jimmy.
I'm almost done.

You just focus
on your job. Right.

Uh, okay, Yuri is still
in his cell reading.

Uh, Torres is out in the yard
pumping iron. Naturally.

Uh, Boris and Lev,

they're in the cafeteria,

drinking what appears
to be lemonade.

Could be orange juice.
Jimmy, enough.

I don't need the play-by-play.

I'm nervous.

I mean, Nick's life
basically depends on

whether or not this
website passes muster.

And it will,
'cause it's great.

I mean, super legit.

Okay, it might not be perfect,

but the prison's Wi-Fi
is about to turn on,

so it'll have to do. Okay.

Here goes nothing.
Oh, wait, wait,
wait, wait, wait!

Does that say a "reform school
for terrible kids"?

Oh, yeah.
It's a placeholder.

I couldn't think of
the right word.

Troubled.
The word is "troubled."
Right.

That's much better.

Do you have any other
placeholders in there?

Uh, I don't know.

Do we have time to double-check?

Uh...

Yuri is still
in his cell, so yeah.

The only computers
are in the library,

that's on the other
wing of the...

Uh-oh.

A tablet?

A guard is bringing
a tablet to his cell?

What kind of a sorry excuse
for a prison is this?

All right, publish it now, Kase. Okay.

Okay. We're live.

Oh, God,
please let this work.

(huffs softly)

All right,
you got it, bro.
(whooshing)

Nice.
(chuckles)

You're jacked, Delgado.

Especially
for an old dude.
(laughs)

Thanks, I guess.

Hey, that guy that
visited you yesterday?

Yeah.
Who was that?

That's, uh...
my mom's boyfriend.

He's, uh, helping me out
with all the legal problems.

Helping you out, huh?

My mom said he's gonna
figure out who set me up.

And how's that going?

Honestly, I don't really
trust the dude.

It kind of just seems
like our lives

have gone to hell
since they met.

Look, I know you think
I'm full of crap,

but I really was framed, bro.

I believe you.

For real?

How come?

It's your turn.
Come on.

Get after it.

(grunts)

JIMMY:
Is he on the website?

Not yet.

How will you know
when he's on?

Because I'm the administrator.

I'll be able to see every click.

(computer beeping)
Oh. (sighs)

He's on.

Are reform schools allowed
to give out students' names?

Uh. Saint Barnaby's is.

JIMMY:
It worked.

(chuckles)

(ringing)

Kasie, why did you put
a "Contact Us" tab on there?

Now he's calling a
nonexistent school. I...

Kasie, you...
(phone ringing)

Oh, excuse me, Jimmy,
I should take this.

Saint Barnaby's Reform School
for Boys.

This is Sister Kasie speaking.

How may I help you?

(man speaking indistinctly
over speakers)

(inmates chattering)

You put M-80s
down the toilet?

I phoned Saint Barnaby's.

One of the nuns
remembered you.

Sister Kah-see.

Sister Kasie.

Yeah, I remember her.

She told me about the prank
you made on Father McGee.

(laughing)

Huge toilet explosion.

Yeah, the other sisters didn't
think it was quite as funny.

They made my life hell.

Real sisters have a way
of doing that, too.

My sister was horrible to me,

but I had to take it

because she was daddy's
little princess.

So, we're good now?

'Cause, if you'll trust me,
maybe we can work together.

Okay.
Let's talk.

KASIE:
Is it just me

or does it actually look
like they're getting along?

I mean, Yuri's smiling.
I think it worked.

Wait. What's that?

It's a shiv.

What is he doing?

Torres just proved
that he's not a rat.

KASIE:
He's heading right to Nick.

We got-we got to do something. Um...

Uh, this is all we can do.

(alarm beeping)

MAN (over speakers):
Lockdown. Lockdown.

This is an emergency lockdown.
(siren wailing)

All inmates remain in place.

Boris, no.

Out of my way, Delgado.

I said move!

Boris, what are you doing?

(grunting)

(Yuri coughing)

(groans)

Son of a b... (grunts)

(groaning)

(coughs)

I don't care if the prison
is in lockdown, Warden.

I want Special Agent Torres
released immediately.

Well, then escort him out
personally if you have to.

And do it without saying
a word to anyone.

Something tells me
you've already said enough.

WARDEN:
Look, at this point, I just...

Hold on.
What the hell happened?

Kasie and Jimmy saw
the whole thing

on the prison's
security camera.

It was a hit.
By Yuri's own two men.

Any idea of motive?
Not yet.

You think this could somehow
be related to Kostya's attack?

I think we need to
look into it.

Any chances we can get
these two yahoos sent to us?

All right, listen up.

I'm sending two vehicles
to the prison.

One for my guy,
and one for the two suspects,

Boris Popov, Lev Trotski.

Let me see what I can do.

Look, if I have to go
all the way up

to the BOP director, I will.

Sir, there's no reason for that.

So make it happen. Now.
Yes, sir.

Chances are good,

but we're only gonna get
one of the yahoos.

Boris is still unconscious
in the infirmary.

And how's Torres?

You can ask him yourself, McGee.

He'll be here in an hour.

Hey.

Welcome back, Nick.

Thank you.

Nick.

You might need
stitches there.

Yeah, that's
a tomorrow problem.

(engine stops)

(scoffs)
I knew you were the rat.

No, you didn't.

I would have figured
soon enough.

No, you wouldn't have.

I am certain
I see you soon, Delgado...

or whatever your name is.

Any clue why he did it?

I got a theory,
but I won't know for sure

until we get him in the room.

Glad to have
you back, Nick.

And I'm sure you're glad
to have this back.

Yeah.

Thanks.
See you up there.

You got it.

(recording):
Hola, it's Lucia.
Leave a message.

I found him, sis.

You know who I'm talking about.

The bastard's still alive.

And he's still doing it.

I love you.

(sucking)

(chuckles)
What's that? A... a ferret?

No, that is you.

Oh, I'm a ferret?
A rat.

(laughing)

You are making a joke
at me again.

You believe
you are winning.
You're the one in chains.

No, you are the one
so far behind in race,

you think you are champion.

But you're the one
who killed his buddy.

Boss. Not buddy.

Buddy shares
his filet mignon.

Boss makes you
watch him eat it.

After so much time,
we snap,

lash out.

So, you and Boris
decided to kill Yuri...

for steak?
Not just steak.

Respect.

You just killed
Kostya Valkov's son.

When you go back to prison,
he's gonna have you killed.

I am scared of no one.

You know, I keep, uh...

flashing back to something
you said in the yard.

"When it comes to Kostya,

anything but loyalty
is suicide."

See, you're having
too much fun

to be suicidal, Lev.

I am boring of this.
You want to know
what I think?

I think you didn't just
lashed out and kill Yuri.

I think you were following
orders from Kostya.

'Cause all that matters
to Kostya is his attack.

He didn't want his bigmouth son
to screw it all up

by saying too much
to an undercover Fed.

That's how much
he hates America.

He sacrificed his own son.

I hate America, too.

Except for one thing.
Your legal protections.

I want lawyer.

If Torres is right,
that means that

Lev and Kostya have been communicating.

Which means Lev probably knows
details about the attack.

(Torres clears throat)

Well, he lawyer up
faster than I thought.

(phone chimes)

Speaking of his lawyer,

security says
he's at the front gate now.

We didn't even let Lev
make a call yet.

PARKER:
Someone made
a call for him.

It has to be Kostya.

He's covering his bases.

He's making sure Lev
doesn't talk either.

If Kostya hired
his lawyer,

I'll bet you Lev has
never met him before.

So?
Call base security,

have them delay
the lawyer's entrance

by ten minutes.
Why?

You still got
your briefcase?

How you holding up,
Mr. Trotski?

You are my lawyer?

What do you think?

TORRES:
Are we sure
this is legal, McGee?

As long as Parker
doesn't really say

that he's his lawyer,

it is legal... ish.

Any questions for me?

No.

Fair enough.

Just a message from...

you know who.

I do. Know who.

For Anastasia.

You understand this, yes?

What do you think?

PARKER:
RF-20723E

What the hell
does this mean?

I did a DMV search
to rule out the obvious,

but it's not a
Dodge Challenger license plate.

Well, it's not
a license plate at all.

No private or commercial
vehicle in the U.S.

has that license number.

He said it was for Anastasia,

which we believe is
the code name for the attack.

This must be a code, too,

like everything else
with Kostya.

All right, so let's go
with the number.

KNIGHT:
20723.

That is a zip code
for Laurel, Maryland.

Any major power stations
near Laurel?

Uh, checking now.

Could be a date.

February 7, 2023.

What happened on that day?

Like, in the whole world?
PARKER:
Yeah.

All right, McGee, um...
(snapping fingers)

RFs, go.

Uh... right field,

radio frequencies,
Russian Federation.

Maybe the Challenger that we're
looking for is in Russia?

It might take a minute to get
into the Russian DMV database.

Mm, don't bother, McGee.

The Challenger isn't a car,
it's a plane.

A Bombardier Challenger,
and the license plate number

is, uh,
really the tail number.

Who's it registered to?

KNIGHT: A shell company
based in Minsk.

All right, I'm looking at
a flight-tracking website,

shows this plane took off
from Moscow ten hours ago.

Headed where?

There's no flight plan filed,

but its current location
is 90 miles east of D.C.

and it is descending.

I'll bet you a baklava
that Kostya's on that plane.

I'll text Kasie, have her start
tracking that plane for us.

All right, good.
Let's gear up.

(electrical crackling)

That can't be good.

(power whirring down)
(electrical crackling)

Look.

It's starting.

(distant sirens wailing)

What now?

McGee, how bad is this?

Oh, backup generators
just kicked in.

Now we can get a better

sense of the scale
of the outages.

Phone lines are dead.

No cell service either.

Internet is out, too.

The elevators,
the-the computers,

pretty much anything
with a power switch is useless.

This is exactly
what Kostya wanted.

But how did he do it?

It's too widespread for
a substation attack, right?

Yeah, and we can rule out
an electromagnetic pulse--

we would have noticed
the voltage surge.

So what?
Computer virus?
McGEE: It's got to be.

But to disable power
to an entire city

would take something that
has to bypass

three levels of
128-bit encryption.

There's really only one type
of virus that can do that.

Polymorphic.

Yeah, I have no idea
what that is,

but it sounds scary.

How do we stop it?

We have to find the host
computer and shut it down.

TORRES:
Wait, are you saying

there's someone at their
computer right now,

petting a hairless cat
while they black out the city?

Pretty much.
We just don't know who.

Well, it can't be Kostya.
He's on a plane.

A plane we cannot track without
Internet or cell service.

Yes, we can.

(panting):
Sorry.

I just ran up
two flights of stairs.

Kasie said we might be able
to track the plane

using its radio frequency?

All right,
let's get in the car,

and have Kasie tell us
where to go.

Wait, how-how are we
gonna do that, uh...?

We don't even have
any cell service.

With these.

Max range is only 35 miles,

so let's hope
he lands close by.

All right,
it's a 4,700-mile flight.

That's at the very max of
the Bombardier's field range.

Wheels should be down soon.
And we'll be waiting.

Testing, testing, over.

WOMAN (over radio):
Total blackouts confirmed
in Philadelphia,

Baltimore, New York and D.C.

No word yet on the cause,

but officials in Boston
are bracing...

The virus is taking out
the grid, one sector at a time.

KASIE (over radio):
Come in, Jess.
You guys need to

U-turn as soon
as possible. Over.

Why, what happened?

I accidentally followed
the wrong radio signal--

I was chasing an 18-wheeler.

Over.

Kostya must've known
he could use the blackout

to land undetected.

Why is he coming
here at all?

Leaving Russia is
such a huge risk.

He's here for Anastasia.

That's the code name
for the attack. Maybe.

Or maybe not. I mean,
for all we know,

Anastasia
could be a woman.

In Kostya's file,

there's no mention of
a woman named Anastasia.

There's a lot about
Kostya we don't know.

If there is an
actual Anastasia,

it will be like
looking for a needle

in a stack of needles.

There's millions
of Anastasias in Russia.

Really?

Yeah, they're all named after

some old Russian princess.

A princess?

Yeah. Why?

Yuri has a sister.

He called her
"daddy's little princess."

According to Yuri's file,
he doesn't have a sister.

According to Yuri,
he does.

I may have found Kostya.

I think he just landed at
the Harrison Regional Airport.

But it's possible I've been
tracking the wrong plane. Over.

Harrison Airport, found it.
It's in, uh, Culpeper.

We just set up Evelyn Shaw in
the witness protection program

in a house in Culpeper.

And Evelyn just
so happens to be

a coding savant
who's capable of

creating a polymorphic
malware virus.

You think Evelyn
is Kostya's daughter?

Daddy's little princess?

Forget the airport.
We're going to Evelyn's house.

That's got to be it.

McGee, Knight,
go around back.

Torres and I will
take the front.

(computer chirping)

McGEE:
Witness protection marshals.

Both executed.

NCIS! Hands in the air.

(groaning)

It's over, Evelyn!

Idiot.

(gun clicking)

Drop your weapon, Evelyn.

(sighs)

Just shoot me.

Please.

We're not gonna
let you off that easy.

(handcuffs clicking)

PARKER:
Evelyn Shaw,
aka Viktoria Valkov.

VANCE:
So, daddy's little princess here

was the mastermind
behind the attack?

It was more of a
father-daughter production.

KNIGHT:
Kostya couldn't do it
without her coding skills

so they staged a fake hit

to get her into
witness protection.

And Yuri?
After he did his job,
he was a liability,

therefore, expendable,
so he had to go.

He was killed by
his own father?

Number one dad he was not.

Wow. So, what's the status

as far as getting
the power back on?

McGee's at Evelyn's house

with a dozen of
the government's best

white hat hackers
working on it now.

With a little luck,

he'll get the evil genie
back in the bottle.

And with cell towers down,
we can't get an ETA, right?

Wrong.

(clears throat)

Mm-mm?

McGee, Vance would like
an ETA. Over.

(machines powering up)

Oh. There you go. Hey. Hey...

(laughing)
All right.

(computers beeping)

VANCE:
Back in business.

Disregard that.
Great job, McGee. Over.

McGEE (over radio):
Thanks. See you guys soon.

So, where's our jailbird?

I think the last few days
finally caught up to him.

He said he was gonna go home,
sleep in his own bed.

I think he's earned it.

There's a 20-year-old
bottle of scotch in my office

that's looking for company,
if anybody's interested.

Oh, I can't think
of a better occasion

to crack open
that bad boy.

Second that.
VANCE:
Good.

Um, I'll meet you guys
up there in a minute. Okay.

(phone whooshes)

(crickets chirping)

(car approaching)

(engine stops,
car door opens)

(car door closes)

(keys jingling)
(door opens)

(dog barking in distance)

(door closes)

MAN (chuckles nervously):
Hey.

Take whatever you want,
all right?

I've got, I've got money,
this watch, anything you want.

I'm not here to rob you.

Okay, so why are you here?

You don't know who I am?

No.

Take your time.

It'll come to you.

(gasps softly)

Nicky?

Is that you?

Oh, yeah.

I'm not a kid anymore.

Yeah, I-I can see that.

Look, I-I... I thought a lot
about you, and your...

your mom, and your sister.

I thought about you often.

Not as often as
I have thought about you.

Hey, I-I want you to know
I'm a changed man now, Nicky.

You know, the mistakes I made...

Just stop.

Stop talking.

So, what-what do you want?

What I've always wanted.

To watch you die.

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