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[KNOCKING ON DOOR]
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Looking for Terry?

Yeah. Registered letter for him.

Mailman brought it late
yesterday afternoon. I signed for it.

Give it to me.
I'll put it in his apartment.

Thanks.

I don't wanna be a pain,
but I've still got ants in my kitchen.

Exterminator's coming
this afternoon.

They'll be done before you get back
from class, I promise.

- Thanks.
- That's what I'm here for.

[DEVICE CLICKS THEN WHIRS]

[COURTNEY SCREAMS]

Hey, Murray.

What are you doing at Ziva's desk?

Officially not her desk anymore,
Agent DiNozzo.

Is Gibbs going to replace her?

I don't know. It's only been a week.

He hasn't really discussed it
with me.

- I repeat, Murray, what are you doing?
MURRAY: SOP.

Just scrubbing her hard drive.

- This kind of looks like you.
- It is.

- How close were you two?
- Give me that.

Morning, Agent McGee.

Hey, Tim.

[DRAWERS RATTLING]

- What's the matter?
- Can't find my badge and ID.

Ooh. Lost your creds. That's serious.

Yeah, I know, Tony.
I couldn't find them at home.

- I was hoping I'd left them here.
- Oh. You're so screwed.

Thank God I didn't lose
my building-access card.

Lost creds initiate
an automatic IG 2B investigation.

Almost as serious
as losing your weapon.

- Didn't lose that too, did you?
- Keep talking and I'll use it.

Hey, you've got to chill out, all right?

No need to report the loss
if they're just gonna show up, okay?

You just need to think. Visualize.

When was the last time
you saw them?

- Tony, I've tried that.
- Explosion. Blew up a JG's apartment.

TONY: Casualties?
- Yeah, building manager.

GIBBS: You waiting
for a special invitation, McGee?

No, boss.

[SIREN WAILING]

MAN:
Watch out.

Whoa, I didn't get a good look
at that, sir.

Thank you, Special Agent Gibbs.

The baby-faced newbie cop
is actually checking IDs.

How unusual,
and unfortunate for you.

As you can see,
Special Agent Anthony DiNozzo.

- Thank you, sir.
- Thank you.

[McGEE MUMBLING]

- Go ahead.
- [IN MUFFLED VOICE] Thank you.

TONY:
Bravo.

DUCKY:
All right, on three.

One, two...

[CELL PHONE RINGS]

That's me. That's me.

Uh... Know how you feel about taking
personal calls, but this is Breena.

We're supposed to meet
with the adoption lawyer today.

Answer it, Mr. Palmer.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

PALMER:
Hey, Breena.

Adoption lawyer?
They're really gonna do it?

Most certainly,
and Breena's gonna take a while.

Would you mind giving me a hand?

Oh.

Well, it's not really my...

Well...

Sure.

DUCKY:
One, two, three.

[TONY GRUNTS]

Yeah, this is gonna be interesting.

Poor man took the brunt
of the explosion.

Shaped charge.

Meant to kill
whoever opened the door.

COURTNEY:
I was knocking at the door.

L... I was trying
to give him his mail and...

I just knew the lieutenant
as a neighbor.

He was a nice guy, but quiet.

We really didn't talk that much
about anything important.

What can you tell me
about the registered letter?

- Huh?
- The letter you signed for.

I'm sorry,
but my ears are still ringing.

Get yourself checked out
at the hospital.

We'll contact you later, okay?

Spoke with Lieutenant Keith's
commander at the Pentagon.

Keith is on two weeks' leave visiting
his mother in Fort Wayne, Indiana.

He's away, and somebody
booby-traps his apartment?

TONY: Lieutenant Junior Grade
Terence Keith, 26,

grew up in Fort Wayne, Indiana.

Graduated from Montana State,

went to Officers' Candidate School
in Newport, Rhode Island.

I like Rhode Island. He wanted to fly

but washed out
of preliminary flight training

at Whiting Field in Florida.

Assigned to his present duty
at the Pentagon last year.

He washed out?
What was his problem?

- Checking on it.
- Boss, something's wrong.

That was Keith's mother
in Fort Wayne.

He's not there.
She isn't expecting him.

- She talk to him?
- Not in weeks.

Anything?

BOLO's out
on Lieutenant Keith's gray '09 pickup.

No action on his credit card
in the last two days,

and his cell phone is turned off.

[PHONE RINGING]

NCIS.

She doesn't work here anymore.

I'm sorry,
I don't have a forwarding number.

Sure thing.

Ziva's dental hygienist.
She had an appointment tomorrow.

They were calling to confirm.

It's hard to believe
she's not coming back.

She wanted to move on.

So let's move on.

Hey, probie.

Vera. Am I surprised
to see you here. Heh.

Yeah. I have managed to avoid coming
to headquarters for 20 years,

and now they call me in.

I got a meeting with Vance.
Already half an hour late.

- Is he on this floor?
- No. One flight up.

- Okay. All right.
- It's good to see you, Vera.

Good to see you. Boys.

You're looking, uh,
good there, Leroy.

[LAUGHS]

We're gonna catch up later.

[CHUCKLES]

Yeah.

- Who was that, boss?
- Ah, Special Agent Vera Strickland.

- "Probie"?
- Mike Franks' last partner.

McGee, come on, you're with me.

Pentagon. We're gonna go talk
to Lieutenant Keith's CO.

Uh, boss, boss,
Abby needs my help, actually.

She said she needed my help
with the bomb residue.

That okay?

Yeah. Yeah, it's okay.

Did you just lie
to the all-knowing Gibbs?

- It was stupid, wasn't it?
TONY: Yes.

I panicked. They're not gonna let me
into the Pentagon without my creds.

I'm gonna have to notify the IG
and report the loss.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Don't make that
phone call. They're gonna show up.

Did you do something with them?

No, heh. No. No. You probably
put them somewhere stupid.

- Where were you last night?
- Been over it a thousand times.

Did you have a booty call
with your special friend, DoD Delilah?

What is this?

It's hardened.

Whew. Stinks.

What are you mumbling about,
Mr. Palmer?

Something's melted under the fabric.
Here, see it?

Well, take it up to Abby.
She'll identify it.

[CELL PHONE SQUAWKING]

Ah. Breena, texting me.

We had to reschedule our appointment
with the adoption lawyer.

His only opening is in 20 minutes.
Great.

I'll have to tell her I can't make it.

I'll take that up.
You go meet with Breena.

Oh, I appreciate that so much,
Dr. Mallard.

She's been really nervous
about the whole adoption process.

I'm not nervous. She's nervous.

Tell her to relax
and think about the end result.

Mr. Palmer,
I envy your chance to have a family.

Go.

[SIGHS]

[ROCK MUSIC PLAYING
ON SPEAKER]

- Abby.
- Hang on, this is my favorite part.

Hold on.

Ugh. How good
were the Sterile Puppets last night?

Yeah, that sound system at RFK
was pretty killer.

Oh, and Lynch,
what a great drummer, huh?

Please thank him for the tickets.

It was so fun. Did you see Twitter?

The Puppets have been trending
since the concert.

That's nice.

What's wrong?

I lost my badge and ID.

Oh. Oh.

Ouch.

Yeah. Might have been during the
concert, all that bumping and shoving.

Oh, God, I hope not.

- What did Gibbs say?
- I haven't told him.

Abby, what if I was pickpocketed?

- What's this?
- It's Ziva's scarf.

Oh, yeah.

I remember this.
She wore it her first day at NCIS.

Yeah, and then after
we became friends,

I complimented her on it,
and she just gave it to me.

And I wore it today
and it just made me feel better.

So maybe that'll work for you.

Have you talked to her?

Texted her. I haven't heard back.

[IN BRITISH ACCENT]
Oh, the good doctor.

What dost thou bringeth me?

The vestments
of the newly departed, milady.

The heat of the explosion
fused something onto his shirt.

[IN NORMAL VOICE]
It looks like plastic?

- Ooh.
- Maybe a credit card? I'll check.

Any luck with the bomb?

I was able to determine
that the explosive was C-4.

And based on the size of the blast,

I'd think
it was probably 10 to 12 ounces.

That would explain
the extensive trauma

to the building manager's body.

Any luck locating the lieutenant,
Agent McGee?

Unfortunately, no.

I don't believe I've ever seen you
wearing a scarf before.

MAN: I'm confused.
Keith isn't in Fort Wayne?

His mother hasn't seen or talked
to him. She isn't expecting him.

I don't know what to tell you,
Agent Gibbs.

- Why would he lie?
- I don't know.

Anything at work
that could put him in danger?

No. His duties
are primarily administrative.

He doesn't have
top-secret clearance.

I can't believe someone would try
to kill him. He's quiet, keeps to himself.

What can you tell me
about Lieutenant Keith's personal life?

Not much. Matter of fact, I don't think
I've seen him outside the office.

- Is he good at his job?
- Adequate.

He doesn't have his heart in it.

Once Keith washed out of flight school,
I think he was just riding his time out.

Offered him a job that would put him
on a career track. He wasn't interested.

- He give a reason?
- No.

He's a strange duck.

How do you mean?

I just can't get a handle on the guy.

- So this is MTAC.
LEON: Mm-hm.

Vera, I've seen your face
on that screen

more times than I can remember.

Wow, I didn't realize it was so big.

Must've shown every wrinkle
on my mug.

You gotta give a girl a break.

[CHUCKLES]

McGee?

What are you doing?

I can't find my car key.

And, uh,
I thought I dropped it in here.

McGee, I'd like to introduce you
to Special Agent Vera Strickland.

Oh, well, we sort of already met,
Leon.

He's one of Gibbs' kids, right?

LEON: Right. Vera's retiring
at the end of the month.

She's gonna be here with us
at headquarters

for the last couple of weeks
as she processes out.

Where alls I have to do is keep
my nose clean, stay out of trouble,

and then I ride off into the sunset
on my hog.

She's not kidding.
Vera's got a Harley.

V-twin, four-stroke,
Electra Glide Classic.

[BOTH CHUCKLE]

Tony, Tony, Tony.
I know who built the bomb.

- Who?
- I wanna tell Gibbs. Where is he?

He went to the Pentagon.

Abs?

You can tell me. We are a team.

Gibbs, Gibbs, Gibbs.

I got a fingerprint and DNA
off the bomb's trigger mechanism.

And I ran it through a database of one,
and I got a name.

- Abs?
- Who?

Lieutenant Junior Grade
Terence Keith.

- He blew up his own apartment.
- Oh, hi.

Why would Keith
booby-trap his own apartment?

GIBBS: Looks like Lieutenant Keith
called the same number several times

- over the past few days.
McGEE: Yep.

Belongs to a Lieutenant Junior Grade
Dana Robbins, an aviator.

Assigned
to the carrier Benjamin Franklin.

It's home-ported in Norfolk.

She only answered the first call.
Talked for less than three minutes.

She's not aboard the ship.
I left a message.

I've been talking to people
in Fort Wayne about Keith.

Not exactly an ideal childhood.

Father left when he was 6.

He was an alcoholic.
They haven't had much contact since.

Keith was a nerd in high school.
Science geek.

Captain Laramie hinted
he was a little strange.

Yeah. High school advisor said
he was a loner, bullied.

Nose got broken his senior year.

Lot of wedgies. Probably why he went
out of state to college, to get away.

Doesn't sound
like officer-candidate material.

Found the break room.
The coffee sucks.

Director Vance said
there was an empty desk around here

where I could park my ass.

This will do.

- No.
- Not that one.

Okay. What's the problem, boys?

Vera, come on. Got a desk for you.

All right.

Oh, well...

Well, it's a little cramped.

GIBBS: No. It's cozy.
VERA: Yeah.

What the hell,
it's just till the end of the month.

And you're not even gonna know
I'm here.

[CELL PHONE RINGING]

TONY [WHISPERS]:
No, boss.

[IN NORMAL VOICE]
Back to work.

ABBY [OVER PHONE]:
Gibbs, can you come to the lab?

GIBBS:
Yeah, Abs. I'm on my way down.

Through the loop.

Around.

Back through the loop.

Are you knitting?

I'm trying.

They're gonna be booties
for Jimmy and Breena's baby.

- That's months away, Abs.
- Well, it's gonna take me that long.

This can't be the reason
you brought me down here.

We got lucky.

Major mass spec determined
the specific signature on the C-4.

It's a unique combination
of a plasticiser and dinitrobutane.

It's manufactured by a company
in Des Moines, lowa.

- Why are we lucky?
- I'm so glad you asked.

They only have one distributor
in the mid-Atlantic states:

Pyrotechnic Engineering.

And they are just across the river
in Anacostia.

- You get anything from Keith's laptop?
- Oh.

Have no fear.
I will access this hard drive.

Boss, it's unbelievable.

She and Mike Franks were involved
in the capture of Noriega in Panama?

McGEE: He sought asylum
at the Vatican Embassy.

It was Vera's idea to blast him out
with Van Halen music.

Yeah, yeah, yeah. It's ancient history.
I've heard it a thousand times.

- What about our current case?
- Work, work, work.

Gibbs used to be fun.

You connect with the pilot
Keith was trying to call?

- Lieutenant Robbins is on her way.
- His college transcripts just came in.

It's interesting.
His major was electronic engineering,

which would give him the technical
know-how to make a bomb.

Yeah, Abby ID'd the explosive.
It was distributed

by Pyrotechnic Engineering
in Anacostia.

You two, go, check it out.

McGEE:
Boss, I got a problem.

I lost my creds.

I haven't seen them since last night.

You're just telling me now?

You report this to our IG?

I wanted to tell you first.

I'll notify them.

- Special Agent Strickland.
VERA: Yeah?

- Gear up.
- What?

Vance said you're available
if needed.

Uh, uh-uh. No way. No, no, no.

- I'm just here to process out. That's...
- Vera. Vera.

- No.
- Go with DiNozzo.

DiNozzo?

Oh, I've heard stories
about this guy.

His car blew up,
he almost died from the plague.

Didn't someone shoot at you
months ago?

- He missed.
- Ugh.

I only have two weeks left, Gibbs.

I shouldn't even be in the same room
as this moving target.

Go.

[SIGHS]

This is your fault, McGee.
You're gonna pay.

TONY: So tell me, Vera, how do you
like working with a partner?

You wanna "good cop/bad cop"?

You, Inspector Clouseau,
are an accident waiting to happen.

And you are definitely
not my partner.

So how did you work
with Mike Franks, then?

We had a very special relationship.

- Really? How so?
- Yeah, I'm not going into it, DiNozzo.

Okay? This is your show.
I'm here for the ride.

Speaking of ride,
I don't like the way you drive.

- Yeah.
- This one?

TONY: Mr. Frazier?
- Yeah?

Special Agent DiNozzo.

Special Agent Strickland.

- What can I do for you?
- Have you seen this guy?

Yeah. Yeah. He was here.
Couple of weeks ago.

Wanted to buy some C-4.
He's in the Navy?

- Yeah.
- Yeah. Did you sell him the plastic?

No, no. You have to be licensed
to buy from us.

The lieutenant tell you
what he wanted with it?

He said he just needed a pound or two
to blast some tree stumps.

- So he left empty-handed?
FRAZIER: Yeah.

But I gave him the name
of a demolitions contractor

who might take a small job.

- The powder monkey got a name?
- Yeah, yeah. Larry Purcell.

Works out of his house in Elkridge.

You got any questions, DiNozzo?

Moi?

I don't even know why I'm here.

VERA:
Thanks.

[DOOR OPENS]

Lieutenant Robbins.
Thanks for coming in. Have a seat.

- You want some coffee?
- Sure, thank you.

I'll make this as quick as possible.
I know you're deploying in the morning.

- You must be excited.
- I am.

I've been training for this
a long time.

- F-18s?
- Yes, sir.

Paid to fly Super Hornet.
Doesn't get better than that.

That's great.

Special Agent McGee
didn't tell me what this is about.

Lieutenant JG Terence Keith.

- Terry?
- Yeah.

- Talk to him recently?
- Couple days ago.

Is something wrong?

- We can't find him.
- He in some kind of trouble?

- How do you know him?
- Met him in Pensacola for API.

We moved on together to Whiting
Field for preliminary flight training.

- You two close?
- No. Just classmates.

Why did he wash out?

He was actually a good pilot.
The pressure got to him.

Pressure, huh?

Terry probably needed to be on
some kind of anti-anxiety medication.

But you can't do that and fly.

He started acting out.

- There a confrontation?
- No.

Last weeks of flight training, Terry
knew he wasn't gonna make the cut.

He became sullen and withdrawn.

And angry with me.
I don't think he could accept the fact

that a woman was going to move on
to strike-jet training and he wasn't.

The call the other day,
what did he want?

Couldn't figure it out. It was strange.

He was strange.

We weren't on the best of terms
when he left Whiting Field,

and now he wants to see me
before I deploy.

What did you tell him?

I was busy.

I needed to see friends and family
before I shipped out.

Why don't you handle this one,
DiNozzo?

[TONY CHUCKLES]

Okay.

Hey there. You Larry Purcell?

Who's asking?

NCIS. Special Agent DiNozzo
and company.

- You a Navy cop?
TONY: Yeah.

- You know the lieutenant?
- No.

You didn't look at the picture, Larry.
Try looking at the picture.

Yeah, maybe he was here
a couple weeks ago.

You help him remove a tree stump?

What? No.

I'm betting you sold him some C-4.

I don't know. Maybe.

Yeah. Heh.

I have to check my records.
What did you say his name was?

I didn't. Try Terence Keith.

I'll be back.

Thanks, Larry.

Squirrelly dude.

Hmm.

[TONY SIGHS]

VERA:
Nice.

[ENGINE REVS]

TONY: Vera, get down!
- Aah!

[GROANS]

I had a good job with a contractor
up north, but I got laid off.

I couldn't find anything steady,
so I started doing odd jobs. Yeah.

I needed the money, okay?

So you sold Lieutenant Keith
the C-4.

He never told me his name
and I didn't know he was in the Navy.

GIBBS: What'd you think
he was gonna do with explosives?

He said he was gonna do
some demo work on a friend's farm.

- And you believed him?
- I believed the cash he gave me.

I had no idea he was gonna rig
his apartment and kill somebody.

[DOOR OPENS]

[GRUNTS]

A little help would be nice, McGee.

Sorry.

- Is it broken?
- A severe ankle sprain.

- You're lucky.
- Lucky?

PURCELL:
What happens now?

TONY:
You'll be held in a detention facility

and booked for accessory to murder,

illegal sale of explosives,

and assaulting two federal officers.

- Two federal officers?
- Yeah. Me and Agent Strickland.

That old broad is an agent?

I just need one minute
with that clown.

PURCELL:
Can I make some kind of a deal?

Unless you can tell us where Keith is,
you've got nothing.

Do I get a break
if I sign a confession?

Write it all down.

TONY:
And please be specific.

We estimate
he used 10 to 12 ounces of C-4.

- How much did you sell him?
- Ounces?

I sold him 200 pounds.

That's almost as much C-4
as was used

to take out the Cole in Yemen.

- What are we dealing with?
- Keith has something big planned.

Agreed,
but why did he rig his own apartment?

Whoever comes to investigate
after the fact, take him out, Leon.

Wouldn't be the first time.

Keith didn't know the building manager
was gonna open that door prematurely.

Gibbs, what...?
What's his ultimate target?

I don't know.

I gotta notify Homeland, FBI
and the ATF.

ABBY:
So, Gibbs, your golden gut was right.

I finally got into Keith's hard drive.

For the last year, he's been buying
prescription antidepressants online

from a Canadian pharmacy
using an assumed name.

Self-medicating.

And also, this plastic blob

that was melted
on the apartment manager's shirt,

it is not a credit card.

It is actually
an FAA private pilot's license.

Newly issued
and sent by registered mail

to Lieutenant Keith two days ago.

Letter the manager was gonna put
in Keith's apartment.

No good deed goes unpunished.

Lieutenant Keith
took his final check ride

for a civilian pilot's license
two weeks ago at a small airport

in rural Virginia, Lafayette Field.

His instructor was Kip Logan.

- DiNozzo.
- On my way, boss.

- Wanna take a ride, Vera?
- Bite me.

Keith was the best student
I ever had.

Didn't have to teach him anything.
The Navy did that.

Qualifying him was a no-brainer.

Once he passed the written exam
and logged the minimum hours,

I issued him a temporary certificate
and filed the paperwork with the FAA.

- Seen him recently?
KIP: Yesterday.

Checked him out in a STOL
he wanted to rent.

- STOL? What's that?
- S-T-O-L. Short take-off and landing.

Two-seater. Lot of fun to fly.

You can land them anywhere,
pasture, field.

It's great for cross-country trips.

- Did he rent it?
- Yeah. He booked it for two days.

- He say where he was going?
- Didn't tell me.

WOMAN [ON SCREEN]: We pulled
the radar and security footage

from Lafayette Field
for yesterday afternoon.

The plane Lieutenant Keith rented
took off at 1421.

It circled the field, then headed
in a southwesterly direction.

Three minutes later,
it dropped below radar coverage.

Did it ever pop up
on the radar again?

No. A STOL has the capability
to fly very low and very slow.

It'd be like finding a needle
in a haystack.

So potentially, we have a bomb
aboard an airplane

on a suicide mission
with an unknown target.

Alert all agents and analysts.

No one leaves
until we find Lieutenant Keith.

Thank you, sweetheart.
You have just made my day.

I'm out of here.

Oh, that was HR,

and because of my line-of-duty injury,
I don't have to come in anymore.

And I have you to thank for that,
DiNozzo.

- Well, it was my pleasure.
- Oh!

- Here, let me help you with that.
- No, don't. Back. Back.

Don't you come near me.

TONY: Just a...
- Back. I said, back.

You catch that SOB.

Before he hurts anybody else,
probie.

We'll see you around, Vera.

You know, I'm gonna have a lot of time
on my hands.

Maybe I'll drop by,

see what you're working on
in the basement.

Front door still unlocked?

- Just put it around...
- No. I said, no.

Don't touch me. Back off!

GIBBS: Come on, come on, come on.
Back to work.

Keith took off 48 hours ago.
Where is he?

- Call you next week?
- Yes, boss.

GIBBS: Stationed at Lafayette Field
in case he returns.

He's not going back there, trust me.

Is this what you lost, McGee?

- Where did you find them, director?
- They were found at RFK Stadium.

Police turned them in
to the IG's office.

I don't know what to say.

- Gibbs, you know this?
- Yeah. I'll deal with it later.

Been a little busy around here,
Leon.

- Anything on Lieutenant Keith?
- No, nothing on his location.

Ducky profiled him.
We have a theory.

LEON:
All right, let's go.

We're briefing the others
in five minutes.

Duck. Yeah, I need you in MTAC.

Told you you'd find them.

Yeah,
in the inspector general's office.

I'm completely screwed.

Well...

Air-traffic controllers are on full alert.
We haven't had any sightings.

What's the plane's range?

BERGIN:
Just under 450 nautical miles.

So if Keith is planning
to go any further,

he'll have to stop to refuel.

All general aviation airports east
of the Mississippi have been notified.

What do we know
about Lieutenant Keith?

We've profiled him. Dr. Mallard?

Lieutenant Keith
was bullied as a youth

and looked to naval aviation
to turn his life around.

Unfortunately, he washed out.

That made him depressed.

And rather than seeking
professional help, he self-medicated.

We believe that he quit, cold turkey,

to pass his FAA medical exam
and to get his civilian pilot's license.

An abrupt cessation
of medication of that type

could most definitely lead
to episodes of delusion and paranoia.

That altered state, combined
with low self-esteem and rejection,

well, most likely
he's seeking revenge.

- Revenge against whom?
- We're aware of two possibilities:

The high school where he was bullied
or Whiting Field, where he washed out.

And both have been alerted.

We can't limit ourselves
to those two targets.

Could be anywhere.

So how did it go
with the adoption lawyer?

Okay. He had a problem
with one of the items on our r�sum�.

What?

Breena's a mortician.
I'm a medical examiner.

We both work with dead people.

And the lawyer seemed to think that
that might be kind of a turn-off

for a young woman
putting her baby up for adoption.

But, you know, I think it'll be fine.
I'm feeling really optimistic.

You should be, because as soon
as they get to know you two,

they're gonna love you.

Thank you for saying that.

Hey, McGee.

ABBY: Hey, McGee.
- Well, I got my creds back.

- Great.
- Where were they?

Someone found them at RFK.

IG investigation to follow.

I could end up getting time
on the beach. Or worse.

McGee, oh, I'm so, so, so sorry.

Ugh. I feel totally responsible.

I begged you to go
to that concert with me.

- It's not your fault.
ABBY: Oh, God.

Now it's just ruined
what would have gone down in history

as the most epic night ever.
Have you seen Twitter?

The Sterile Puppets
have now gone viral.

Oh, yeah.
I heard they passed 1 million followers.

What?

How good a friend of yours
is the drummer?

- Why?
- Think he'd do you a favor?

GIBBS:
Will you slow down, McGee?

I do not understand a word
you are saying.

In English.

There's a way of finding the plane
if it's flying under the radar.

Social networking, Gibbs. Twitter.

McGEE: Abby's got a friend in a band.
- And every single one of their tweets

is being followed
by hundreds of thousands of fans.

We post a picture of Keith's plane
and ask the fans to be on the lookout.

And if anyone sees it,
then we tell them to tweet the location

with the hashtag "FindThisPlane."

What's a hashtag?

Thousands of Sterile Puppets fans
will be on the lookout for this plane.

Hashtag "this could work," boss.

Go.

Oh, we got our first hit.

It's from Hopewell, Virginia.

LEON: Admiral,
sending you the coordinates now.

HARGROVE:
I'll alert NORAD.

Here we go.

ATC's tried to make contact.
Keith isn't answering.

Might have the radios turned off.

BERGIN: Transponders too.
We're not getting any radar hits.

McGEE:
Another tweet.

BERGIN:
The last time we heard from Keith,

it was on the UNICOM frequency
from Lafayette Field.

- Can we transmit on that frequency?
- It'll take a minute.

We've scrambled two Hornets
from Oceana to make an intercept.

- Armed?
- Yes, but we can't bring the plane

down over a populated area.

We're getting a lot of tweets.
He's flying a zigzag course.

McGEE:
We got another.

He's skirting around towns.

We've got a video attached.

That's brilliant.

Whose idea was it
to track the plane on Twitter?

I know where he's headed.

The Benjamin Franklin just left.
It's still in the bay.

I'm monitoring
the fighter pilots' transmissions.

- They're closing in.
- Put it on a speaker.

PILOT [OVER RADIO]:
Target has crossed the shoreline

and is less than one minute
from the Benjamin Franklin.

We're circling back.
We're circling back.

Several of Keith's aviation classmates
are on board for their first deployment.

McGEE:
Lieutenant Robbins,

the woman that Keith's been trying
to get in contact with.

The ultimate blow to his ego. She gets
to fly attack fighters, and he doesn't.

Have NORAD/NORTHCOM
alert the ship.

Five thousand personnel,
over 80 aircraft and a $6 billion ship.

- Hell of a statement.
- He's never gonna get near it.

It's protected by state-of-the-art
air-and-surface defense systems.

He's on a suicide mission.

Does the Benjamin Franklin
have permission

to shoot down a civilian target?

The ship has the right
of self-defense.

MAN [OVER PA]:
This is the TAO.

Now set general quarters.
Now set general quarters.

Low, slow flyer
incoming starboard side.

Low, slow flyer
incoming starboard side.

All right, boss,
you got the UNICOM frequency.

Lieutenant Keith.

This is NCIS Special Agent Gibbs.

The Benjamin Franklin has locked on
to you with their weapons.

Lieutenant?

It doesn't have to end this way.

KEITH:
You don't understand.

I need to do this.

No, you don't.

To hurt Dana Robbins and others
on board doesn't solve a damn thing.

You'll never reach the ship.

Turn around. We'll help you.

Missile systems are ready to fire.

PILOT: Air-to-air on final approach.
Target's painted. Weapons hot.

GIBBS: Lieutenant Keith,
you will be fired upon.

PILOT: Civilian plane
is executing a left-hand turn.

Confirming, civilian pilot
is turning away from carrier.

Lieutenant Keith, ATC will give you
vectors for a safe landing.

It's too late.

PILOT:
Civilian aircraft has exploded.

Repeat,
civilian aircraft has exploded.

- Get some sleep, guys.
- Thanks, boss.

Hey, Eugene. Need something?

I'm here for Special Agent McGee.

You know why I'm here.

I'm heading up the IG investigation.

Lost credentials
are a very serious offense,

especially when they
are not immediately reported.

Hey.

We've had a long couple of days,
you know?

I need you to come with me.

LEON:
Hang on.

- Agent McGee isn't going anywhere.
- Director?

Agent McGee
and the rest of his team's presence

has just been requested
at the White House.

His clever strategy
just saved countless lives

and a multibillion-dollar
weapons system.

Yeah, we'll get back to you on that,
Eugene.
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