All language subtitles for NCIS.S20E17.Stranger.in.a.Strange.Land-NTb_eng

Hello.

Several blocks, still.

I'd say maybe ten minutes.

Mateen?

Is he safe?

Thank you, Bill.

Inshallah.

Yes, I understand you're upset,

but this is not
up for discussion.

I... No, I'm being
perfectly reasonable.

And...

Sweetheart, I can tell
those are fake tears

even though I can't see you.

All right, we're gonna talk
about this later tonight.

Just know that I
love you and y...

Hi.

What was that?

That was the never-ending
pushback of a preteen.

It's exhausting.

But Victoria's the
sweetest kid I know.

Oh, sure, whenever
you're around.

As soon as you leave, she morphs
into some devil spawn hell-bent

on questioning every word
that comes out of my mouth.

The wonders of
adolescence. Hmm.

So what are we not discussing?

Yeah, she wants to
go out this weekend

with her friends to a movie.

With boys.

Her first group date?

That's adorable.

Okay, first off, no.

It's not. Secondly,

we don't use that word "date."

Oh.

I know that look. What look?

You purse your lips like that

whenever I order
pineapple on pizza.

Well, if you want
to eat soggy pizza,

you might as well
just dip it in water.

Jess, you're biting your tongue.
Come on, just spill it. What?

I just don't see
what the big deal is

about Vic going out
on her first group...

hang.

The big deal is,
it's unchaperoned.

The bigger deal is Austin.

The city? No, it's a boy.

I don't know who he is.

Vic talks about him nonstop.

Austin.

You know, you never
forget your first crush.

Elliot Spencer had
the cutest dimples.

Okay, well, she is not gonna
remember Austin because

this thing's not happening,
not unless I get to tag along.

Oh.

You're doing the
pineapple lips again.

I just don't know if
you want to be that dad.

How does this make me that dad?

I mean, she is way too
young for this, right?

I wonder if it's
more about whether

Vic is mature enough
to handle this?

Oh, certainly she is,
but the boys are not.

I used to be one of
those boys, okay?

I know what hormones can do.

And...

Maybe just... sit with it.

You don't want to let
a knee-jerk reaction

cause a rift between
you and your daughter.

I'm getting pretty sick
of hearing myself say

"Over my dead body" about this.

That's good.

That's bad.

Speaking of bodies,
we have a body

waiting for us in Norfolk.

Austin.

My first crush
was Emily Tisdale.

Oh, man, I had it bad for her.

How'd you meet?

Middle school.

We were, uh,
rivals. Mathletes.

She could recite pi to a
thousand digits. It was so hot.

What about you, Nick?

Yeah, bet you had your choice

of, uh, girls crushing on you.

Actually, peque o Nico was a,

uh, late bloomer. What?

I always figured you were the
boy parents were terrified

to have their daughters around.

Well, believe it or not, this
handsome face was terrified

of those daughters
until high school.

So who brought you around?

Oh, my Sofia.

She was my first date.

I was so nervous that I went
to the wrong restaurant.

That's what Jimmy doesn't get.

Victoria deserves a future
walk down memory lane about...

Austin.

Wow, that is a lot of blood.

Yeah, courtesy of what
appears to be a kitchen knife.

My guess is, it severed
the carotid artery.

And then he lost consciousness.

- And his heart kept
pumping. - Who is he?

He is Marine Private
William Huxley.

Neighbor walking the dog
noticed the garage door open.

Dog did the rest.

Led him right in
here to this body.

Time of death?

Given lividity, I
would say he bled out

somewhere around 12 hours ago.

Look at all this
flour, sugar, oil.

Enough ingredients to
feed an entire platoon.

Yeah, I wonder who
he was cooking for.

Not his family.

According to Huxley's
service record,

he was single, no kids.

Ooh, that reminds me.

I got to pick up chocolate chips

for the twins'
bake sale cookies.

Hey, McGee.

It's too bad these are evidence.

'Cause you could
have...

Unfortunately, Delilah insists

upon at least 70% dark chocolate

'cause it's healthier.

As a doctor, I can
attest to that.

More importantly, way
more delish, right?

How about we finish grocery
shopping later and...

figure out what happened here?

Looks like the killer jumped
him as he unloaded the car?

Guys, is it me, or does, uh,

Huxley have a lot of gray
hair for a Marine private?

He does look kind of
elder for a grunt.

Yeah, you're right. His
license says Huxley was 46.

Corps's oldest-serving private.

There's got to be a story there.

There is, and it's a whopper.

According to his former C.O.,

Huxley was a gunnery
sergeant who used

to lead a Marine
Force Recon team.

Force Recon?

Wow, those guys are badasses.
They go toe to toe with SEALs.

He must have really screwed up
to get busted down to private.

He pulled multiple
tours in Afghanistan,

then he went missing from his
unit after the U.S. withdrawal

and, uh...

was declared a deserter.

Where'd he go?

Back to Afghanistan.

Apparently, Huxley
returned to Kabul

to sneak out more
families and allies

who missed the airlift.

He really held on to the Marine
code of "leave no man behind."

Even at the risk
of his own career.

Sounded like a hero to me.

Yeah, well,

clearly someone disagrees.

All right, Doc, what
do we got? Stop.

No food while a
body's on the table.

There's a trash can
in the hallway there.

Well, the only way
that I'm disposing

of this, uh, deep-fried,

perfectly pistachio-ed treat

is in my belly. Yeah,
what kind of pastry is it?

I don't know, but it's the
third one I've had today.

It's like baklava,
but...

I've never tasted
anything like this before.

Huh, where'd you get it?

I was interviewing, uh,
one of Huxley's neighbors

and she offered them, said

he baked treats for everyone
on the block all the time.

Must be why he had all those
baking supplies in his SUV.

The guy on your table was
a damn gastronomic genius.

He was serving out
the rest of his tour

as a Marine food
service specialist.

He was demoted to a cook?

A chef.

A chef that we will avenge.

Well, what do we know about
our Private Huxley here?

Well, as I suspected,
cause of death was

penetrating trauma due
to the knife wound.

The murder weapon
was a paring knife

that severed the
external carotid artery.

Exsanguination took
one, maybe two minutes.

Huxley was Special Ops-trained.

It's hard to imagine anyone
would get the drop on him

for a close-range kill.

He must have known his attacker.
Allowed 'em to get close enough,

catch him off guard.

I heard, uh...

your daughter caught you
off guard this morning.

Something about the, uh...

big first date?

We don't use that word "date."

No, and there is none.

At least not yet.

You're thinking
about letting her go?

Jess says that I
should "sit with it"

so I don't make any
decisions clouded

by parental emotions.

You ever think about
doing a little, uh,

light background
check on the kid?

Nothing creepy.
Just, you know, maybe

peruse his social
media accounts.

That's not creepy?

Checking his likes and dislikes

to make sure he's no
juvenile delinquent

like I was? No,
no, not at all.

Oh, I-I guess kids
do put it all out

on social media
for anyone to see.

What could it hurt?

Yeah.

A paring knife is

a chef's favorite.

Small but mighty,
this bad boy can cut,

chop, slice, and dice
with ninja precision.

Any prints on it? No.

And given that the killer
left it in our victim's neck,

they were likely smart
enough to use gloves.

Any way to find out where
the knife came from?

Well, it is a standard
four-inch stainless-steel blade,

so not likely.

Any chef who knows their
way around the kitchen

has access to one, but...

holster those
frowny faces because

I found you a bread
crumb to nibble on.

That paring knife is covered

in asafetida, a popular
spice primarily grown

in Afghanistan and Iran.

Parker did say that Huxley did
multiple tours in Afghanistan.

Asafetida is a delicacy there,

known as the "food
of the gods."

Whoa.

What he said.

That pungent aroma may
be divisive to some,

but once heated, it
releases a delicious flavor,

similar to, uh, onions or leeks.

So if our murder weapon
is covered in asa...

fetida,

it most likely came

from a kitchen well-versed

in Central Asian cooking.

What if Huxley's killer
was a rival chef?

Look at this, just pulled
up his doorbell cam footage.

Look what I found.

Get out here, Bill!

I am done playing
games. If you steal

one more of my catering clients,
I swear I will kill you!

She makes a really good Karen.

As it turns out,

her name actually is Karen.

Karen Graham.

Hey, names are fate.

Fun fact, as a Parker

I always find good parking.

Well, this Karen is the
neighborhood busybody.

She lives a few blocks
over from Huxley,

and while she has
no arrest record...

At least not yet.

Well, she does have a
long record of calling

the police to get others
arrested on H.O.A. violations.

I've seen this type
before. Entitled. Volatile.

It's just a matter of
time before they explode.

No offense...

Yet I am sensing
a coming offense.

But what colorblind moron chose

the palette of these offices?

Not a fan of the, uh,
strong earth tones?

Walking these hallways
seared my retinas.

I'm happy to offer up

my services to redecorate.

Well, maybe your
services can be used

to brighten up the drab palettes

over at the Virginia
Correctional Center.

Because that's where
you're headed for the murder

of William Huxley.

Uh...

Bill's dead?

Yeah, he was killed last
night in his garage.

Not long

after you showed up there

threatening to kill him.

See where we're going with this?

Well, I am sorry...
to hear about Bill.

Really, I am.

But I couldn't have
killed him last night.

I was enjoying some...

companionship with
my friend Javier.

Hmm. Hmm.

He's 22.

Good to know.

We will, uh, be sure to
follow up with Javier.

So we're done then?

Not even close.

How was a Marine cook

stealing catering
clients from you?

Karen's Confectionary

supplies goodies to every
neighborhood gathering.

At least it did until Bill
got back from overseas

and started a side hustle
out of his own kitchen.

Oh, we heard

he was a talented baker.

Oh, I
would say he was...

adequate.

But he had that sob story pitch
about donating his profits

to some local Afghan
group he worked with.

Afghan, huh? KAREN:
Oh, the neighbors...

They ate up his woeful tale
of the displaced refugees

fleeing their war-torn homes.

And then they ate
up all his goodies

instead of mine.

What did Huxley do
with this Afghan group?

They had some community center.

Bill said he would
cook meals for them

that would remind them of home.

Seems like a waste
of time to me.

Promises
Honored is a lifeline

for these poor people.

Can you imagine having to start

from scratch in a new country?

Yeah, I can.

Oh.

Well, I hope you had a
community that welcomed you.

That's the whole point
of Promises Honored.

It's to keep the promise we
made to our Afghan allies

who aided us overseas.

By doing what exactly?

Uh, we help the
families find homes,

we assist with
their job training,

and we teach them
the skills they need

to get by here in America.

Well, it's great that
they have the space

to come together like this.

So many had to leave family

and friends behind.

Spending time here

reminds them that...

they're not alone.

Oh, here.

This is our director,

Pastor Eddie Watkins.

Hello there.

And you would be...?

Special Agent Torres

and Special Agent
Knight from NCIS.

They have some
questions about Bill.

Oh. Uh, Bill is our
favorite volunteer.

Is he okay?

He was supposed to bake cookies

with the kids today
and he never showed up.

That's not like him.

Unfortunately, Private Huxley

was found murdered
earlier today.

What? I-I'm sorry.

Murdered?

Oh, my God.

Bill-Bill
was beloved by us.

He spent every spare
minute he had here.

His devotion

to the Afghan people he
worked alongside was endless.

Bill felt he owed a
debt to the families

he couldn't get
out of Afghanistan.

I understand that Bill used to
cook a lot for the refugees?

That was Bill's specialty.

All the Afghans were impressed

with his mastery
of their cuisine.

We are gonna need
to see the kitchen.

Yeah.

You smell that?

How could you not?

Asafetida? EDDIE:
Yes, oh, yes.

It stinks to high heaven,
but the flavor's divine.

All his knives are here.
All except the paring knife.

Handle matches
the murder weapon.

Who has access to this kitchen?

Um, this is a community kitchen.

Everyone can just walk right in.

Anybody had a
problem with Huxley?

No.

Everyone loved Bill.

Everyone? Mateen.

Who is Mateen?

Mateen Jamaah.

He's a young refugee
we work with.

He and Bill had a...

strained relationship.

Why? The Taliban
executed Mateen's parents

before Bill and his
unit could get them out.

Oh, my God.

I saw Mateen and
Bill arguing here

yesterday at-at the center.

What about? Well,
I couldn't hear.

But it looked heated.

Mateen left and I
went over to Bill.

He said it was nothing.

Mateen was supposed
to help us sort

through clothing donations last
night, but he never showed up.

Guess he had other plans.

Mateen Jamaah arrived
on a flight from Kabul

August 20 of 2021.

Promises Honored helped him
settle into an apartment,

which we searched,
but came up empty.

I've been trying to ping his
cell, but it's turned off.

What about his work? He stocked
shelves at a grocery store.

Manual labor?

His file says that he
was a mechanical engineer

who helped our forces
defend against IEDs.

Now he's stocking shelves?

Must have fallen into
the credentials gap trap.

A lot of refugees' degrees

aren't recognized
here in the States.

What was Mateen's connection
to Private Huxley?

Mateen's father worked
alongside Huxley for years

as an interpreter.

And, according to Mateen,

the two men practically
became brothers.

Huxley
helped Mateen flee,

but he didn't get
Mateen's parents out

before the Taliban caught them.

And he never forgave him.

His family's gone.

Career's gone.

You don't think he blames
Huxley for everything?

Well, we can ask him ourselves.

Mateen's boss says he just came
in to work. Go. Take McGee.

Must be tough going from
engineer to grocery bagger.

Yeah, I mean, I...

I get why Mateen is
bitter, but s-still...

Yeah, and don't take it out on
the Marine who helped you out.

Oh, hello.

I am Special Agent Torres.

This is Special Agent
McGee from NCIS.

We're looking for Mateen Jamaah.

He'll be back any
moment from his break.

Is Mateen in trouble?

No, we just-we
just want to talk.

Are, uh, are most of the
workers here Afghan refugees?

We were all lucky
enough to get out

in the final days
before Kabul fell.

And Promises Honored connected
you all with the jobs here?

Most of us.

Pastor Eddie knows the
family that owns the store.

How are you, uh,
finding America so far?

My family
and I have our lives.

We're immensely
grateful for that.

Well, it doesn't make
starting over any easier.

No.

It does not.

Oh, hey, McGee,

you said you need to get
those, uh, chocolate chips.

Oh, no, at least
70% dark chocolate.

70% dark. Uh, I got to
go grab those. You...

Aisle three. Baking goods.

Thank you. Mm-hmm.

I wasn't a refugee.

But I remember looking
over my shoulder,

afraid that someone was
coming to send me back.

Where was home for you?

Panama.

And then Colombia,

uh, with my sister and my mom.

My mom worked as a housekeeper

for a man that she
found out was evil,

and she saw some

really bad stuff.

I understand.

We left with

whatever we had on our back,
and we came to United States.

How old were you? I was 11.

The only English I knew was, uh,

from watching, uh, reruns
of American, uh, television.

Ayy!

You... Okay.

So, no Happy Days
in Afghanistan.

When did life feel normal again?

Some days, still doesn't.

But this is our home.

Ah, Mateen. There you are.

Hey, Mateen, uh,
Special Agent Torres.

Hey, Mateen!

McGee, we got a runner!

You're only making this worse!

Whoa, whoa, whoa,
where'd he go? You okay?

I'm fine. Go get
him, go get him.

Mateen's gone.

Nick!

Nick, Nick.

Get him on his back, now.

First aid's on aisle five.

Bring me gauze pads,
rubbing alcohol and shears.

Medical tape's out of stock, so
get me duct tape, aisle seven.

Your friend might be concussed

and is losing blood. I need
to stop it then stabilize him.

You're a doctor. A surgeon

back in Afghanistan. Okay.

You will be okay, Agent Torres.

Any update on Nick?

Uh, yes, McGee is with
him at the hospital now

and he should be fine,

thanks to the fast work of that
doctor in the grocery store.

BOLO's out on Mateen Jamaah.

No hits yet.

I've been running
facial recognition

against every camera feed
I could find for blocks.

No sign of him.

Well, we have agents
sitting in front

of his house in
case he comes home.

I had the contents of
Mateen's work locker

sent here so we
could look for clues

that might help us find him.
What are all the stains?

Mass spec's running
it now. I should know soon.

Okay, great, uh, let me
know when you find out.

Does that say...

Austin Marsden?

Jimmy,

are you cyberstalking the boy
who's crushing on Victoria?

No. No.

I was just perusing,
and then I needed

Kasie's second
opinion on what I...

perused. Uh-huh.

Yeah, and my opinion is

Jimmy's gone mental. Mm.

Okay, I make no apologies.

Austin Marsden is
exhibiting some early

serial killer tendencies.

This boy's
barely hit puberty.

It's all in the details here.

Uh, take a look at some of these
foodie pics that he's posted.

Nothing but rare
burgers and steaks.

I mean, that is a scary sign.

A sign that his growing body

is in desperate need of protein?

What? No. Like, no...
The-These are basically

mutilated animals. This
is how Dahmer and Bundy

and Gacy all got
their first tastes.

You are reaching, Jimmy.

Okay, that may be,

but... uh, just to be safe,

I think it's time that Austin
and I had a little chat

before the kids meet up.

A little chat?

Yeah, here, at NCIS.

I'll give his whole
family a tour. That way,

Austin can see what a
capable doctor I am.

And also see all the
sharp knives I work with.

Ooh. He has cannonballed into
the overprotective deep end.

Neither of you is the
father to a daughter.

You can't understand it.

Um...

Just got the results

from Mateen's jacket.

The stains are motor oil.

But Mateen doesn't
even own a car.

Maybe he works on them? It's
not just oil he's working with.

There were also trace amounts
of pentaerythritol tetranitrate,

which is a highly
explosive organic compound.

Motor oil and explosives.

In the hands of a mechanical
engineer who worked with IEDs.

I don't even want to
say what I'm thinking.

It sounds like he's trying
to build a car bomb.

Jimmy just gonna say it for you.

You sure you don't need
a few days, Agent Torres?

I'm good.

Good, 'cause we need
all hands on deck

if we could be facing
an imminent attack.

My phone's been ringing off the
hook from agencies across town

wondering if a
Taliban sympathizer

may have slipped through
the cracks on our airlift.

We doubt that Mateen is
aligned with the Taliban,

given what happened to
his mother and father.

He could be trying to
strike back at a country

he feels abandoned him.

A revenge attack

because his parents
never made it out.

Then why kill Private Huxley?

If Mateen is building a bomb

and Private Huxley
found out about it,

maybe that's why
Mateen killed him.

Find Mateen. Now.

Hey. Dr. Rajab.

What are you doing here?

Please, it's Veeda.

And what kind of
doctor would I be

if I didn't do a
follow-up with my patient?

Right. May I?

Sure.

Whoever stitched you up
did an okay job, but...

I could have done better.

Well, maybe you should
have escorted me

to the emergency room.

Veeda is the one who
came to Nick's aid.

I'm getting that.

Sorry to intrude, but I
heard about Bill Huxley.

He was a good man.

Do you really think
Mateen did this?

It's just hard to
believe that he could do

something so horrible.

He's kind and
polite to everyone.

Working two jobs just
to make ends meet.

Mateen has a second job?

Back in Kabul, he'd help
repair your military vehicles.

So he isn't just a mechanical
engineer, he's also a mechanic?

Yes. Doing the same here.

Paid... what do Americans say...

Under the table.

Auto repair shop

would have metalworking
tools. And tools

that Mateen would need if
he was in fact making...

something.

We need to find Mateen.

Do you know where
he was fixing cars?

I don't. I'm sorry.

And Mateen ditched his phone.

But if he made
any previous calls

from an auto shop, would have
bounced off the nearest tower.

I'll pull his call
logs, see which tower

is near a repair place.

Federal agents!

Drop the drill.

Back away from the bomb.

Put your hands slowly
behind your head.

I'm sorry I ran before.

But please just let me
explain before they get here.

Who's they?

Gun!

There it is!

What are you doing?!

Shooting at the guys
that are shooting at us!

Don't shoot towards the bomb!

Well, if it goes
off, it'll kill them.

And us, too.

What the hell's going on?

Who were you building
that bomb for?

You must believe me when
I say I have no idea.

My only contact

with them was through texts.

But you did what
they said. Why?

My fianc e, Asal.

She is in danger.

She is my everything.

The only family I have left.

Is she being held by the
men who took the bomb? No.

Asal and I were separated
during the airlift.

She's been stuck at
a camp in Turkey.

How do you know she's in danger?

I got a text from an
unknown number weeks ago.

Photos of Asal at the camp.

She looked so scared.

Whoever sent the photos said
I had to build them a bomb

or they would kill her.

How many innocent
people will be killed

when they use that bomb?

No one will.

The bomb is harmless.
It was filled

with explosive materials
found on your jacket.

Yes, but I built it
with a fail-safe.

The remote detonator mechanism
I inserted doesn't work.

It's a dud?

I would never give
them something

that could actually hurt people.

I fled my homeland because
of vile men like that.

What were you and Private Huxley

arguing about

before he was murdered?

When the explosives
showed up at my apartment,

I went to Bill for help.

After what happened to my
parents, he said he owed me.

Promised to reunite
me with Asal.

Private Huxley was trying to
find out who was behind this

for you?

He told me to stall making
the bomb to give him time,

but then the deadline
was moved up.

I went to him upset,
begged him to hurry.

Then I heard he was killed.

I know his blood is on my hands.

But we were trying to save Asal.

Please,

you have to help her
before they discover

the bomb doesn't work.

Mateen
didn't kill Huxley.

His alibi checks out. He
was working an extra shift

that night at the grocery store.

He's also telling the truth
about those unknown texts.

We traced them to
a burner phone.

Yeah. A burner that
sent him these.

This has got to be
his fianc e, Asal.

Metadata on the photos

confirms that they
were taken in Turkey.

So Mateen was forced
to build that bomb,

but we don't know by who.

Or what they want to use it for.

The people behind this have a
long reach to Asal in that camp.

Maybe we can find
the connection?

Except they're good at
covering their tracks.

I couldn't pull a single print
off any of the shell casings

collected at the auto shop.

And no hits yet on the
getaway van they were driving.

Wait, what if one of the
men that attacked you

at the auto shop killed Huxley

'cause they were
getting too close?

If they did, they had access

to Promises Honored.

They took the knife from there.

So we start pulling names.

Every employee,
volunteer, visitor.

We find out who killed Huxley

and we find the men
who took that bomb.

Damn it!

Nick, everything okay?

I'm running out of suspects.

I just cleared another

Promises Honored volunteer.

You need to take a break.

Why? I know this
hits close to home.

You know, people
come to this country

because they're desperate.

Yeah, makes 'em vulnerable,

which makes 'em an easy target.

My mom was one of 'em.

Must have pissed you off.

Yeah.

Now I'm pissed off for Mateen.

Just got off the phone with DHS.

It turns out the
permanent refugee status

of Mateen's fianc e was
approved months ago.

Then why hasn't Asal
been transferred

from that Turkish camp?

Because the aid organization
that was supposed to

relocate her here has
been holding things up.

Promises Honored?

Pastor Eddie's office
has yet to approve

Asal's assistance package.

Why? I don't know.

But if our boy Eddie

is somehow mixed
up in this mess,

then we need to find him, quick.

Let's roll.

McGee just pinged
Eddie's cell phone.

He's here.

That's his car.

Looks like he's sitting in it.

NCIS!

Show me your hands, Eddie!

No weapon.

It's not a suicide.
Another guy

in Mateen's circle
gets murdered.

Can't be a coincidence.

But doesn't get us any closer

to whoever killed them. No.

But this might.

I wouldn't hold my
breath for prints.

Or maybe Kasie gets lucky.

Guess I should
have held my breath.

You can thank Kasie later.

Partial print that she
pulled from that shell

is a 90% probable match for

this charmer.

Robert Whitlock, 55.

Head of a Maryland-based
white nationalist militia

known as Last Liberty.

They're
flagged as an extremist

organization by the FBI.

Allegedly connected to multiple

hate crime-related homicides.

And recent intel
says that the militia

is seeking out explosives
to further their cause.

Is it possible

that Whitlock teamed
up with Pastor Eddie

to find someone
to make the bomb?

Maybe that's why
the pastor held up

- Asal's transfer.
- Mateen makes

the bomb for them and then
Whitlock kills the pastor?

Tying up any loose ends.

His manifesto is filled
with violent threats

to purge America of
foreigners and nonbelievers.

Well, setting off a bomb
made by a foreigner...

That's one way to
start that purge.

Mateen says the bomb's a dud.

Yeah, well, let's
not take any chances.

We need to stop these guys now.

Gravity! Use
gravity to your advantage!

There you go! There you go!
That is right!

Use your elbow!
Use your elbow!

Let's go, let's go,
let's go. On the ground.

That's it. Up, up, up, up, up!

We are not weak!

Federal agents!

Put your weapons down and
your hands in the air!

Cops, cops, cops!

Pull back! Pull back!

Fence,

fence, fence, fence!

Pull back!

Got eyes on the bomb.
It's in the van.

We can't return fire with
that bomb right there.

You're surrounded, Whitlock!
There's no way out!

We're not going down
without a fight!

No surrender!

Bomb squad's still
clearing the area

to make sure there's
no other explosives.

What about Whitlock and his men?

Explosion took 'em all out.

Which doesn't make
any sense, given that

Mateen said the bomb
wasn't functional.

We need Kasie to find out
why that bomb exploded.

I think I may know
someone who can help.

We're offering you the chance
to redeem yourself, Mateen.

Private Huxley deserves justice.

I will do anything
to make this right.

Kasie,

this is

Mateen Jamaah. Ah.

And this is your baby
after it went boom.

That's impossible.

Well, half a dozen

dead white nationalists
would disagree.

I can spend hours sorting
through this myself,

or you can quickly tell me
why your fail-safe failed.

Here it is.

The remote detonator receiver.

It's been repaired.

I cut these wires,

but they've been reconnected
to the circuit board.

The militia must
have figured out

the bomb was deactivated
and fixed it.

Okay, and then what...

They just accidentally
blew themselves up?

Setting off this bomb

would still require
a remote trigger.

And no trigger was taken
into evidence from that camp.

Okay, so if the bomb wasn't
set off by the militia,

then who did?

Who else knew

about the existence
of that bomb?

We recovered Whitlock's burner
phone from the campsite.

We pulled the SIM card and saw
that he traded plenty of calls

with the Promises Honored Community
Center. Yeah, with his partner in crime,

Pastor Eddie.

Well, that's what we thought.

But the phone calls began

when Eddie was on an
overseas mission trip.

Well, if Whitlock
wasn't talking to Eddie,

then Eddie wasn't his partner.

Eddie was an innocent scapegoat.

Once we were on the
real partner's trail,

they got spooked.

Killed Eddie with a bullet
that pointed us to Whitlock.

Whitlock and his men were
blown to high hell to make

all of this go away.

Scorched earth.
Eliminate everyone

so there's nobody
left to investigate.

The real partner
thought we would believe

the bomb exploding
was just an accident.

And thanks to Mateen,
now we know it wasn't.

So who was Whitlock talking
to at Promises Honored?

NCIS.

It is so kind of you to join us
for the remembrance celebration

for Pastor Eddie and Bill.

We can't stay long, Ms. Hipple.

Yeah, and neither can you.

I'm sorry, I don't understand.

Once we started
looking for connections

between Promises Honored
and the Last Liberty,

didn't take long
for us to discover

that you were Robert
Whitlock's girlfriend.

Whitlock sent you
to this community

to find a fall guy.

And once you found
one in Mateen,

you forced him to
build that bomb.

I don't know what you're
talking about. Case worker

at the Turkish camp where
Mateen's fianc e is being held

confessed to being
bribed by you to hold up

her transfer. And
when Private Huxley

got onto your plan,
you murdered him.

It was smart of you to point
us toward Mateen as his killer.

Too bad...

we're smarter.

It's you...

and everyone here

that's destroying this
once-great nation.

No, it's me and everyone here...

We help make it great.

Here's
the deal, Austin.

You're a boy, soon to
become a young man,

and with that comes
certain responsibilities,

especially regarding

soon-to-become young women.

Ooh.

Okay.

We're done.

That's enough.

How do you feel?

Did you get it all out?
Did you-did you just...

Yeah, well, obviously,
I'm not gonna do that

with a scalpel in my hand.

Right. But, yeah,

I feel pretty good
about it, you know?

Good. Good. Yeah.
I think I'm gonna

call Austin's parents

Nope. Okay, no.
And set up a tour.

So, listen, uh...
You're right.

I will never be the
father of a daughter.

So you're not gonna
hear it from me.

But I'm hoping you will hear it

from someone who is a father.

Dr. Palmer, let's
have a little chat.

Austin and his family will not

be touring NCIS anytime soon.

Director Vance... I talk,

you listen.

From the moment you first cradle
your daughter in your arms,

it is your lifelong
job to protect her.

Exactly. And that is why I...

Part of that protection

is accepting the
natural order of things.

They grow up.

You need to trust

that you have given her
all the tools she needs

to start protecting herself.

Yeah.

It's just...

it is scary

trusting that I have actually
done my job as a parent.

Director, when it
comes to Victoria...

Yeah.

It's understandable. Life has

thrown a whole lot at
you these last few years.

But you've been
through a lot, too.

I can't imagine

you doing anything this
foolish with Kayla.

Oh, every father is tempted.

When, uh, Kayla's prom
date came to pick her up,

I debated having him
meet me in the kitchen

where I was gonna be
cleaning my service pistol.

Well...

Puts my
scalpel to shame.

And you know what? All I would
have done was embarrass myself.

And I would have
embarrassed Kayla

on the night that was
supposed to be about her.

Hmm.

We have to let them live
their own lives, Doc.

We need to have the
kitchen prepped by 12:00

for the children's
cooking class. Of course.

We heard that

- this place found a new
director. - Yes,

I was surprised when the
Promises Honored board

asked me to fill such
an important position.

We're not. It's clear
everybody here looks up to you.

You need volunteers?
You can put us to work.

We appreciate that.

My, uh, kids baked
some cookies to share.

70% dark chocolate chip?

Well, nothing like
what Private Huxley

would have whipped up,
I'm sure, but I, uh,

I have snuck a few and I can
confirm they are very tasty.

I'll be happy to pass them out.

I do have plenty of
probation hours to work off.

Thank you for arranging things

so I could serve them
with my community.

We're also here to share
some news about Asal.

She boarded a plane
about an hour ago.

She should be here with
you by the morning.

Thank you.

Come. Come with me
to visit my friends.

Is your head healing,
Agent Torres?

It's Nick.

And, um, it's healing
just fine, because of you.

I'm sorry.

For everything
you've all suffered.

Thank you.

Especially because you
know what it's like

to leave everything behind.

Hardly. Um...

My journey to get here was...

It was different. But you
still experienced loss.

You felt pain for
those left behind.

It helps to remind myself that
those who can't be with us,

they want us to move forward.

Building new lives is how
we honor the sacrifice

of everyone who got us here.

Well, I've had to, uh,
build many new lives before.

And how is this one going?

Best one yet.

Then cherish those who
helped you build it.

You are always welcome
in this home...

Nick.