All language subtitles for NCIS s22e13 Bad Blood.eng

[indistinct chatter]

In there, do I...Yeah, just name

- and address, please.
- Oh, perfect.

You may have lost
a pint of blood,

but you made some room
for cookies. [chuckles]

William?

You're next.

[sighs] That's me...

Hi.

Lucky me, right?

First time?

I'm not a big fan of needles.

I promise, this will be
quick and painless, okay?

Okay.

- A few questions before we start.
- Yeah. Sure.

Looks like it's been a slow day.

Unfortunately, yes.

You know, not long ago,

our blood bank had lines
out the door.

We need more people like you.

So, you ready to be a hero?

[gun clicks]

Hands in the air.

Uh, e-exactly what kind of bank
do you think this is?

? ?

? ?

PARKER [panting]:
McGee!

We got your text.
Are you okay?

Yeah, I'm-- I'm fine.
Did you guys run here or...?

Your text said,
"'Come to Ducky's CPR'."

Yeah, we thought
you were choking.

Oh, no... Sorry, autocorrect.

I meant, "Come to Ducky's MPR."

Multipurpose room.

Because I have free coffee.

Are you about to sell
us some timeshares?

I think it's worse than that.

Oh, no. Is it that time
of the year again?

Yeah. It's the twins'
annual school fundraiser.[groans]

I know, I know, but this year

it's something
that you guys actually love.

Coffee.

Oh, well, that is better
than last year's wrapping paper.

Or the coupon book I never used.

Remember those vegan candles?

Ah, no. This is way better.

Trust me. Give that a go.

Okay. Here we go.

Mm... Mm.

Whoa! Is that habanero?

That is Fire Brew, my friend.

Packs quite the punch, right?

Yeah, my tongue
is on fire.

But I kind of like it.

This guy here,
this is Mocha-mania.

This is Jitter Joe.

Fair warning,
Jitter Joe has an extra jolt.

So when you guys are
ready to order boxes,

that is a QR code.

Just go ahead
and scan right there.

Boxes? Because that's
the only option?[chuckles softly]

Oh, I mean,
you-you could order a bag,

but, uh, you know, why do that
when you can stock up?

Come on, it's coffee.
It's NCIS.

Plus, it's my one shot
at beating Brendan Banks, so...

- Who?
- Brendan Banks.

He is the, uh,
"cool school dad."

Drives a bougie car,
brings the, uh, fancy snacks,

wins the school fundraiser
every year.

TORRES:
Oh, yeah.

So... Oh, yeah. Okay.

- Mm-hmm.
- Okay.

It's my one shot
at beating this guy

and proving to my kids that
they have a cool dad, as well.

Plus, if I win,
Johnny and Morgan

get their names announced
on the P.A. system at school.

All right. Sign me up.

Hey, locked and loaded.

Brendan Banks is going down.

[phones buzzing, chiming]

Oh. Brendan's
gonna have to wait.

We got a body.

After this "William" guy
pulled a gun,

he threw me out
and then locked the door.

Did he give a last name?

No, he never filled out
the forms.

So I was on the phone
with 911 when he came

flying out of the door,
the lieutenant tackled him,

and then...

he fired his gun.

And I-I tried
to stop the bleeding,

but it happened so fast,
I-I couldn't save her.

Have you ever seen
the suspect before?

No.

But I'll never be able
to unsee him again.

Well, maybe something good
can come from that.

Would you be open

to working with a sketch artist

to create a drawing
of the suspect?

Yeah.

Our, uh, victim here is Navy
Lieutenant Barbara Jellison.

Stopped by to donate
on her way to the Navy Yard.

A Navy officer may be
off the clock,

but they are never off duty.

Yeah, local LEOs left the RV
for us to process.

All right, I'll take photos.

Oh, come on, man. It's my turn.

- Give me the camera.
- Well, I already got the camera.

I can take the photos.

Just give me the camera,
man. Come on.

Would you two like to
know the cause of death

or would you rather spend
your time arguing over a camera?

See? Always so civilized.

He is a wise man.

Gunpowder stippling suggests
that our lieutenant died

from a single gunshot wound,
point-blank to the chest.

Probably bled out
pretty quickly, huh?

I'll know more when I get her
back on my table.

What was her killer doing
locked in a blood bank?

No cash...

Stealing drugs, maybe?

Or blood. There is
a nationwide shortage.

The red market must be
booming right now.

The red what?

Oh, it's like the black market,

but it's, you know, red--
body parts,

human organs, blood.

Actually, you, Tim, are
a universal donor.

Your blood type's
in a high demand.

How do you know my blood type?

You can't imagine
the things I know about you,

Special Agent
Timothy Farragut McGee.

TORRES:
Hey, McGee...

You're gonna need to see this.

[sighs]
What are we looking at?

I did not need to see this.

Jitter Joe?

Mocha-mania.

[exhales] Good.

I don't need the
extra caffeine.

I'm still so worked up

about how much blood
the killer wasted.

Yeah.

What's going on here?

Art therapy?

No, this is actually

a composite sketch
for our killer.

At least I hope so...

Wow, that's really
incredible, Jimmy.

Oh, thanks.

The FBI was offering
a three-week course

on, uh, forensic
sketch artistry.

I had a Groupon.

Do you want to draw
the twins next? I'd pay you.

Oh, come on. No charge.

Speaking of the twins,

I heard you are tied for first
place for the fundraiser?

I am one box away
from taking the lead.

You want to help a friend out?

I wish I could.
I'm still recovering

from Victoria's
last fundraiser.

I bought two crates of popcorn.
I put it on everything:

soups, salads, ice cream...
It's surprisingly versatile.

How about, instead,

I tell you some
interesting things

about our
lieutenant's killer?

Mm. I am dying to hear this.

All right, no traces of any

foreign hairs on her body.

I extracted the bullet,

but Kasie couldn't pull
any fingerprints off of it.

All right, so far,
that's not very interesting.

I did, however, find
a white substance

on her shirt.

Kasie analyzed it.
Turns out it's xylazine.

That's a street drug
more commonly known as "tranq."

As in tranquilizer?
Sounds more like a sleep aid.

Only this particular batch
would put you to sleep forever.

It's been cut with one too many
micrograms of fentanyl.

McGEE: Our lieutenant had
- a drug problem? - JIMMY: I don't think so.

There was no drugs
in her system.

She probably just got
some on her clothes

when she tackled the killer.

So if our guy was
hyped-up on something...

That would explain why

he went all Jack-the-Ripper
on those blood bags.

'Cause right now,

I'm having a hard time
trying to explain that.

KASIE:
I can prove it. Oh, boy, can I prove it.

Our killer did all this
hyped-up on tranq?

So I know that this looks
like the blood rave

from my third favorite
movie Blade,

but looks can
be deceiving.

[chuckles]

- Looks can be deceiving.
- Uh-huh.

There's no way that this
is what it appears to be.

No way at all!
I just need to get out

of this outfit first.
Why is it so tight?

Oh! There we go.
Method to the madness.

So, after the killer
locked the nurse out,

he put on a pair of gloves,

grabbed a bag of
blood from the fridge

and then he stabbed it
with these.

And then he grabbed another
bag and he did it again.

Grab-stab-toss. Grab-stab-toss.

It-it seems like a crazy,
drug-fueled rage, right?

But it wasn't. [scoffs]

Speaking of drug-fueled,

how many cups of McGee's
Jitter Joe have you had today?

Oh, just a few. Just enough
to get the blood pumping.

[giggling]
No pun intended.

That flavor has
triple the caffeine.

Mm.

Okay, that explains
why I set the new record

for the most DNA tests
in one day.

Thankfully,
it paid off.

So, our killer was looking
for something specific.

According to the blood bank's
donation log,

they received
47 donations this week.

But I only counted 46 bags.

You sure?

Oh, I DNA-tested every pool
of blood in that RV

to confirm that Bag 47 hadn't
been cut open with the rest.

After single-cell analysis
on over a hundred samples--

Thank you, Jitter Joe.

...I'm pretty sure the killer
took that bag with him.

And cutting open all
the other bags was just a cover.

Oh, the guy clearly didn't want
anyone to know what he took.

So this is a heist.

Do you have the donor's name?

Oh, name, Insta, Facebook,
X-for-millionaires Twitter.

What do you want to know?
[snorts]

Oh! You don't want that.
You don't want that anymore.

No, no, no. [stammering]
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no...

KNIGHT: Meet Lauren Hawthorn,
the woman whose blood

someone went to a lot
of trouble to steal.

There must be something
special about it. Or her.

I mean, if there is,
we couldn't find it.

She's a software engineer.

She's worked for a bunch
of, uh, tech companies.

A spotless record.

No priors, no arrests,

no, uh, traffic tickets...

And, uh,

as for the form she filled out
when she gave blood,

she has no history
of family illness.

No, uh, recent traveling,

no pregnancies, no STDs.

TORRES: Yeah, she's
healthy and stable,

and unfortunately for us,
totally normal.

Except you don't kill someone
to steal totally-normal blood.

All right, so, let's, uh, focus
on finding the killer and--

...and, uh, maybe, uh,
moving the QR code.

It's prime real estate.

It's a little distracting.

50% off your next box.

Deal. It stays.

Well, I hate to interrupt this,
but we were "focusing"

- on finding the killer?
- Yeah.

KNIGHT:
And thanks to Jimmy,

we now have an idea
of what he looks like.

All right. I'll add
the sketch to the BOLO.

Yeah, and I'll see if any tranq
dealers, uh, recognize this guy.

All right, Knight, let's go
talk to totally-normal Lauren.

Lauren Hawthorne. NCIS.

So 50% off
your next box of coffee?

It's not bad.

In hindsight,
I probably could've gotten 75.

[laughs softly]

[knocking on door]

Doesn't look
like anyone's home.

Well, someone's car is here.

[sniffing]

You smell that?

Is it coming from the garage?

Yeah.

[sniffs]

Getting a whiff of
something metallic.

With a tart finish.

[grunts softly]

That's bleach.

A lot of bleach.

And there's a broken doorknob.

NCIS!
Coming in!

[coughing]

[groans]
Oh! God, that's burning my eyes.

[grunts, sniffles]

Over here.
[coughing]

[exhales]

What the hell is that?

I hate to say it, but I think
we just found Lauren.

PALMER:
You know, Agent Parker,

the breakdown of organic matter
is fascinating.

And pungent.

We appreciate you
taking one for the team.

You think we'll be able
to get a firm ID off of...

- whatever that is?
- Maybe.

Uh, there is no flesh intact,

all the soft tissue
is dissolved.

My guess is,
in another couple hours,

the entire body
would've disappeared.

Got to be easier ways to get rid
of a body than a barrel of acid.

Well, if this is,
in fact, Lauren,

then the bad guys
weren't looking

to just get rid of her body.

I mean, they stole all the blood
she donated as well.

They're obviously trying
to hide something.

And doing a pretty good job.

Ugh.

House was wiped clean.
Not a single fingerprint.

I'd love a hair sample.
Uh,

couldn't find a strand.
Not even in the drain.

- Mm. Found a piece of bone.
- But I do have some good news.

Neighbor heard Lauren arguing
with some guy two nights ago.

PARKER:
Get a description?

"A man who sounded mad"?

So more like medium-good news.

Mm... But, uh,

I like what you found
in the house much better.

Or rather, didn't find.

What do a body,
blood, hair

and fingerprints
all have in common?

DNA.

They all have human DNA.

Looks like our killer
went to a lot of trouble

to disappear not just Lauren
but her DNA, too.

That still begs
the question of why.

Okay, you are all set
for 20 coffee bags, Michelle.

Yeah. Thanks, talk to you later.

[Australian accent]:
Oh, and thanks a latte, mate.

[laughs, whoops]

[regular accent]:
That was NCIS Sydney.

I just sold 20 coffee bags
for McGee's fundraiser.

What?
How'd they find out about it?

Oh, I may have sent an email
or two or 50. [scoffs]

McGee only told people
about it in this office,

bless his shy little heart,
so I sent out an email

to all of our sister offices,
so Sydney and Los Angeles and... Hey, Knight said

that you had swore off, uh,
Jitter Joe coffee.

Oh, yeah, I did.
Oh, yeah, this is all me, baby.

Did you know that I won
every fundraising competition

when I was a kid
in school? Oh, yeah.

They even had a nickname for me.
Guess, what do you think it was?

Uh, what, Kasie the Winner?

No, Kasie the Closer.

And I am going to close
this win for McGee.

[chuckles]
Right after I do

my actual job.

I knew we'd get there somehow.

Okay, as it turns out,
I was able to pull DNA

from the bone marrow
of our new victim.

Or what was left of her.
It was Lauren.

And through the magic
of chemistry,

I was able to determine
that her body was placed

in the acid on Saturday night
between 8:00 and 10:00.

So, right after the argument
with that mystery man.

Yeah, it must have been
a hell of an argument.

I've pissed off
plenty of people, but, uh,

nobody's tried to erase my DNA.

Funny that you should
mention DNA.

Did you know that Lauren
just started a new job?

Yeah, like,
three months ago,

right, at some
health start-up company.

Yeah, we've still waiting
for her employee records.

They just came in.

Uh, it was for

a company called

Life Sequence. They are
a nutrigenetics company.

Nutri-what-a?

They study how a person's DNA

affects their nutritional needs.

DNA.
Yeah,

that's the part
that I heard, too.

So, she works at a company

that works with DNA.

And it looks like,
all of a sudden,

someone wants to wipe her DNA
off the face of the Earth.

I'm gonna go with Rule 39.

"There is no such thing
as a coincidence."

Lauren's desk is this way.

I just can't believe she's gone.

Uh, we were told that she worked
here as a software engineer?

Yes.

Um, Life Sequence specializes

in creating health plans

tailored to a person's
individual DNA.

So, things like eating
for your blood type?

[laughs]: Okay, well--
that's like using a sundial

to tell time
compared to what we do here.

Our lab tests for thousands
of genetic markers,

and our algorithm creates
a personalized health plan

for our clients,

who then receive one of these:
a Sequencer.

It tracks your movements
and vitals,

then updates your plan
in real time.

Wow, you-you guys
accepting beta testers, or...?

We are, but, uh,
only if you qualify

as a Life Sequence
Perfect Specimen.

By "Perfect Specimen,"
you mean...

Them.

[machines humming]

You know what?
I'll wait till you go live.

[chuckles] Well,
you won't have to wait long.

Just a few weeks more until
our CEO makes the announcement.

Hmm. Well, we're gonna need
to talk to him as well.

Well, unfortunately,
that might not be possible.

He's very private.

And we're, you know,
federal agents.

I mean, we're not even supposed
to give out his name.

But I can tell you

he's a visionary.

A billionaire
who sacrificed his dream

of going to the Moon

to start
this company.

No way is it him.

The moon shot? Come on.

Please tell me
that the CEO

of Life Sequence
isn't Fletcher Voss.

Where is he?

Visitors are not allowed.

NCIS. Where is Voss?

Wait, is he in this thing?

This have an eject button?

Or incinerate?

Why the hell
aren't you in prison?

While I am flattered

you wanted to check in on me,

interrupting my oxygen bath
and affirmation hour?

That's not the way to do it.

We're here on a case.

And why aren't we having

this conversation
at Leavenworth?

I can tell you're still upset
about what happened last year.

The NCIS director was
almost killed because of you.

Indirectly because of me.

I never intended
for him to be shot.

PARKER:
And now,

here you are
enjoying an oxygen bath.

Hey, I did hard time.

McGEE:
What?

Two weeks
in Club Fed,

then an ankle monitor
in your mansion?

Try three months in prison.
[inhales sharply]

And it changed my life.
[exhales]

It turns out,

I had to lose everything

to realize
what's really important.

You didn't lose anything.

You sold Bandium
and you made millions.

Well, yeah, I meant emotionally.

I was adrift.

[chiming]
Oh.

- Ah.
- Mr. Voss.

Thank you, Holly.

Excuse me.

Mmm.

Mm-hmm.

But in prison,
I realized

money isn't important.

Helping people is.

So I created Life Sequence.

I'm a changed man,
and it is because of NCIS,

so thank you.

Turns out that one
of your employee's lives

has changed, too.

Hmm?

Lauren Hawthorne was murdered.

[coughs]

Murdered? What happened?

That's what we came here
to find out.

And then we ran into you.

Funny, that.

PARKER:So, uh, when you're done
with your smoothie, be a pal

and give us access
to her Sequencer data.

She didn't work here long enough
to become a beta tester yet.

But if you need anything else,
I'm here for you.

After everything
NCIS has done for me,

I want to help in any way I can.

Chin-chin.

KNIGHT:Well, it looks like
Voss's lawyers

got his sentence
reduced on appeal.

Then he was released early
for good behavior.

Wow. Money can
really buy anything.

- But he's a suspect?
- Well, he knew the victim.

Also, a lying snake, so...

I'll see if any of Lauren's
neighbors recognize his photo.

So, are we thinking
that the person

who stole Lauren's blood
and killed our lieutenant

was working for Voss?

Maybe, but we got
to find him first,

and all of our leads have
run cold.

I guess you haven't seen
the recent BOLO alert,

'cause it's hot.

Get it? 'Cause she said
with the cold-- never mind.

Someone recognized
my composite sketch.

The killer was
just admitted

to the Belmont Medical Center.

All right, we got a name.

Hey, Knight, do you, uh,

do you want to do
computer stuff?

Mm. Not really.

It's a good thing you guys
have me, because I have this.

Damn, Jimmy.

Were you bored
or something?

No, Nick, I'm mad.

I-- this guy destroyed
dozens of blood donations

that people desperately need.

Fred Sammons.

He's got a rap sheet
for possession, assault,

shoplifting, I mean,
it's got to be our guy.

Yeah, let's pick him up.

He's already on his way.

Died in the ER.
Fentanyl overdose.

Same drug that we found
on our victim.

Hmm. You could have
led with that.

Did he happen to have Lauren's
missing blood donation on him?

No, but the MPD
does have his cell,

and I already asked
that a clone be sent to Kasie.

Hey, dude, you should
get mad more often.

KASIE:
So, I have confirmed that

whoever stole Lauren's blood
was just a hired gun.

I found a text thread
detailing the blood theft.

Who hired him?
Please tell me Voss.

I heard that weasel was back.

Unfortunately, I have no idea,

because whoever hired Dracula
was using a burner phone.

But speaking of bloodsuckers,

I have another
gift for you...

Did you know
that before you donate blood,

they prick your finger
with one of these...

...to test
your hemoglobin levels?

Uh, how about a little trigger
warning next time, Kase?

Oh, I'm sorry.

Oh, my gosh.

Forgot, yeah,
you don't do needles.

But anyway, I was processing
the biohazard waste bin,

and I discovered...

Lauren's test
was still there.

- Dracula missed it.
- He clearly didn't know

proper blood donation protocol.

Prick first, needle second.

But by matching

the prick tests
to the known donors,

I was able to identify Lauren's.

I'm running a whole slew
of tests now

to see what-- oh.

I guess I'm done.

Okay, let's see--

Oh, no.

What?

Lauren was pregnant.

Is there any way that we can
find out who the father was?

Well, lucky for us,
these tests detect fetal DNA,

which is a mix of
the mother and father's,

so I'll just need
a little bit of time to, um...

Would you quit cutting me off?

That was quick.

Because the match
was already

in our criminal database.

The father was someone
we arrested?

Yep. And you're gonna
love this...

The father...[clicks mouse]

...was Fletcher Voss.

And it seems like he really
didn't want anyone to know.

[door opens]

I hoped I'd never see
Fletcher Voss's face again.

I did more time in
juvie for shoplifting

than this guy did
trying to kill you.

And now he may have succeeded
with Lauren Hawthorne.

I knew Voss
was twisted, but this?

You mean giving Lauren
an acid bath

to cover up her pregnancy?

The man's a millionaire.

He can't afford
to raise one kid?

Not if that kid
costs $20 million.

Voss is in the middle
of a nasty divorce.

If his wife finds out
that he got Lauren pregnant,

he loses
a $20 million settlement.

Mm. It's always about money
with him.

The man is consistent.

And he consistently hires other
people to do his dirty work.

Have we been able
to tie him to the man

who robbed the blood bank?

- Working on it.
- It needs to be airtight.

If there's even
the slightest crack,

Voss will slip through it.

I am not letting
this son of a bitch

get away with murder.

Well, Voss isn't stupid.
He knows we're coming for him.

Which means he'll do
whatever it takes

to get us off his trail.

[phone chiming]
TORRES: 100%.

[scoffs] You're not kidding.

Fletcher Voss just bought
100 bags of Mocha-mania.

How'd he find out
about the fundraiser?

He must've started digging
after we left his office.

Trying to buy his way
out of jail?

Well, wouldn't be
the first time.

Well, at least
it's for a good cause.

Trying to distract
us from the case.

Something about Lauren
has been bothering me.

She said she wasn't pregnant
on her blood donation form.

Right. So how did Voss
know if Lauren didn't?

Well, if she had a Sequencer,

he could've tracked her vitals
and figured it out.

Voss said she didn't have one.

Okay, let's assume
that's true,

even though it came
out of Voss's mouth.

What about his Sequencer?
Can we use that?

Well, the Sequencer
tracks movement.

So, if we can access his data...

It might put him
at Lauren's house

when she was murdered.

Come on.

I mean, do we really think
he's dumb enough

to wear a fancy watch
when he killed Lauren?

There's only one way
to find out.

We get a warrant,
go in undercover

and then access
the company server data.

So how do we get access the data
without tipping off Voss?

Send in a beta tester.

A what?

"Perfect specimen."

Someone in
peak physical condition.

We're, uh, we're talking
an elite athlete.

Hmm. Yeah.

Yeah...

Who are we thinking?

I really appreciate you coming
in so quickly, Mr. DelSorro.

Yeah, you got to hustle
for that muscle, baby.

Well, your stats are impressive.

Resting heart rate is low,

your muscle mass is high,

your BMI is almost perfect.

Mm-hmm.

So you really think you can
take me to the next level?

Well, that depends.

Not everybody's made
for the next level.

But this will give us a baseline
of your fitness level.

Then you'll receive
a new health plan,

along with my personal line
of Life Sequence Supplements.

All right.

- You ready to begin?
- Yeah, let's do it.

Actually, Doc, do you mind

if we start with
a little bit of water?

Of course.

All right, we're live.

Reading you
loud and clear.

All right. Network bug's
doing its thing.

[Kasie exhales]

It looks like we can only
access their system

if your health data
is flowing into it.

Which means
you cannot stop running

until I get
Voss's Sequencer data.

Oh, I can run for hours.
It's all good.

Okay. Here you go.

I forgot,
every 15 seconds

the speed and the incline
will increase.

We just want to push you

to your
absolute limit.

Oh, no limits, Doc.
You'll see.

[beeping]

[whirring]

[sharp exhale]

Okay, Voss's fortress
has been breached.

[typing rapidly]

Ooh. Little problem here.

Sequencer's not GPS enabled.

Well, how's it tracking
movement, then?

Wi-Fi for general location,

then via motion sensors.

No, this thing tracks walking,
running, driving...

Okay, so in order to find
Voss's exact location,

we have to retrace
his steps?

Literally.[groans]

Hey, Nick, uh, we're gonna need

a little more time
than we thought.

No sweat. I got this.

That's the attitude,
Mr. DelSorro.

Okay, looks like Voss woke up
8:00 a.m. Saturday morning.

Walked 52 feet.

Okay, that puts him smack

in front of a cigar store
or a yoga studio.

Well, he's been on
a health kick lately, so...

KASIE:
How you holding up, Nick?

No limit!

No limits.

[beeps]

Okay, so we're
finally at 6:17 p.m.

Voss drove 15.3 miles...

Which is the exact distance
between

Voss's condo and Lauren's house.

Voss walked 38 feet,
climbed two stairs.

Which puts Voss

smack in front
of Lauren's front door...

Right at the time
of Lauren's murder.

Ah! Okay, hey, Nick.

- We got him.
- No limits.

[guttural panting]

No limits.

Nick, you can stop running.

No limits.

No limits.

Well, maybe not for you, pal.

That treadmill
can't go any faster.

[panting]

Sorry, little one. Whew.

I'm impressed, Mr. DelSorro.

Yeah?

You just made
the top percentile.

Mm!

You realize we're never gonna
hear the end of this, right?

Yeah.

Hello? Is this gonna take long?

[chiming]

I need to take
my smoothie soon.

I have to maintain
my electrolytes.

Wow, is this guy
full of it. [scoffs]

VOSS:Hello?

Have you forgotten about me?

VANCE:How could I?

You're, uh...

Leon Vance,
Director of NCIS.

I don't think
we've officially met.

I was recovering
from a gunshot wound

during your last visit.

Takes more than a bullet
to knock me out.

Have a seat,
Mr. Voss.

[Sequencer chiming]

I'm assuming
this is about Lauren--

uh, Ms. Hawthorne.

I told your agents that you
have my full cooperation.

[Sequencer chiming]
Sorry. [laughs]

This is gonna keep beeping
until I drink my smoothie.

Your agents confiscated it.

Could I have it?

Of course.

No way.

In Vance we trust.

[door opens]

Ah. Thank you.

Hey, by the way,

did you get my donation
to your fundraiser?

Yeah, I did.

Anything for the kids, right?

Hey, could I get
a napkin, or...?

[contented sigh]

I'm on this high-alkaline,
liquid-only diet.

Our Chief Visionary Officer's
been making

these bad boys for me
six times a day,

and I've never felt better.

I can get you the recipe,
if you like.

What we'd like
is a confession.

A confession to what?

The murder of Lauren Hawthorne.

That's insane.

Not according
to your Sequencer data,

which puts you at Lauren's
house Saturday night.

During the four-hour window
in which she was killed.

How did you get this?

This was on a private server.
You would need--

A warrant?
Got one of those, too.

Why would I kill Lauren?
I told you, I barely knew her.

Except for the fact

that she was pregnant
with your child.

A child that would
have jeopardized

your divorce settlement

and cost you millions.

So you did what you always do.

You eliminated
the threat.

In Vance we trust.

I can't go back to prison.
That's why I didn't tell you.

Yeah, that's why most people
don't confess to murder.

Not the murder.

It's why I didn't tell you
that I was dating her,

because I knew you'd go
right to me.

I loved Lauren.

And I would never hurt her.

I went to her house Saturday
night to take her out to dinner.

It was our
two-month anniversary.

But she wasn't feeling well.

She was pregnant.

[shaky breath] With our child.

With my child. [sobs]

Oh. [sobs]

[sobs, growls]

He's got to be acting. Right?

It doesn't look
like he's acting.

Well, if Voss didn't know
Lauren was pregnant...

There goes our motive.

[sobbing]

Okay, all right, all right.

Just take it easy. Just breathe.

- Mr. Voss.
- To think that--

I don't want--What?

[grunting]

Mr. Voss!

Whoa, whoa, whoa.[door opens]

Mr. Voss.
Hey, we need help here!

Okay, got it.

Thanks, Doc.

Voss is unconscious,
but stable.

Well, figures.

The guy's like Teflon.

Worms his way
out of everything.

Even death.

Docters know what happened?

They said he had
a hemorrhagic stroke.

Whoa.

PARKER:
It wasn't us. They said

Voss must've had
a congenital condition.

Damn it.

This smoothie's
just not coming out.

Anyone else find it
a little coincidental

that this congenital condition
appears now?

First Lauren is murdered

and then our prime suspect
nearly dies.

Oh, are you saying that Voss's
stroke might not be an accident?

Hold on, everybody, hey!

I have big news.

I think Voss's stroke
wasn't an accident.

Uh, Jimmy,
we're already ahead of you.

Oh, here I was thinking

I just cracked the case.
Never mind.

Uh, run with it.
What do you got?

Well, I was just reviewing
Voss's hospital chart

and I noticed some odd markers
in his blood.

Again with the blood.

Yeah, the clotting factors,
they're a bit off.

And Voss doesn't have
any history

of any condition
that would explain it.

So what would?

Uh, medication.

Something that he ingested.

Considering that

Voss is on a
liquid-only diet,

you might want to start...

there.

Well, um...

We're gonna need that shirt.

Just be careful with it,
all right?

It's my favorite shirt.

Mm.

You weren't careful with it.

KASIE:
I am sorry. I needed a piece

large enough
for Mass Spec to analyze.

Don't worry, we'll make sure
that Voss buys you a new shirt.

That was irreplaceable.

The softest of cottons.

Aged just right.

I hope the sacrifice
was worth it.

[chiming]
We're about to find out.

Okay.

Looks like Voss's smoothie

contained a high water content,

natural sugars,

oh, and plenty of betanin.

That is what
makes beets red.

Not exactly deadly.

Except to your laundry.
Your shirt never stood a chance.

[laughs] Wait a minute, hold on.

Uh, Mass Spec also detected

trace amounts of warfarin.

That is a blood thinner and that
does not belong in a smoothie.

Would that explain
Voss's symptoms?

Uh, no, not this small a dose.

Mass Spec barely detected it.

But if Voss ingested
this amount regularly--

Like six smoothies a day
for the last month?

The drug would build up
in his system, eventually

causing severe anemia
and drastically increasing

his chances
of a hemorrhagic stroke.

Voss was being poisoned.

You think someone was
spiking his smoothies?

Yep, and I got a good idea
who that is.

I just heard the news
about Mr. Voss.

Is he okay?

He's not out of the woods yet.

Are you relieved?

Or disappointed?

Oh, Mr. Voss has been

nothing but kind to me.

I don't wish him ill will.

Hmm. Really?

Because the contract

that the two of you
signed says different.

I signed an NDA.

I can't talk about
what's inside that.

- Oh, but we can.
- Yeah, we can.

And it looks to us that Voss
didn't create Life Sequence.

You did.

TORRES: Three years ago,
out of your garage.

Impressive.

Only problem was you
couldn't get enough funds

to get it off
the ground.

So Voss came to the rescue.

Your, uh, knight
in shining...

whatever.

Oxygen tank?
Thank you.

KNIGHT: So you signed
over the rights to him.

And, in exchange,
Voss funded the company.

We saw how much you got paid.

You got ripped off.

So I was desperate

and I made a bad business deal.

That isn't a crime.

No, but murder is.

So what are you...

Are you saying I tried
to kill Fletcher Voss?

- You tried to poison him.
- What? No--

But you ended up
killing Lauren instead.

We ran a tox screen,

and the same blood thinner
was found in her system.

She must've drank some
of, uh, Voss's smoothie.

You know, the one that you
personally make for him.

KNIGHT: Our ME thinks
that the poison

interacted with medication
she was taking and killed her.

And that eventually would've
tracked back to you.

So you destroyed
the body and the blood.

You got rid of all evidence.

Okay, this is insane.

What, you think
I tried to kill Voss

because of a bad deal
three years ago?

What's done is done.

Oh, except it it's not.

Page 113, uh...

Blah, blah, blah.

"In the event of
death, all rights

revert back to the
surviving party."

TORRES: If Voss
kicks the bucket,

you get your company back.

Okay, you don't understand.

I don't want my company back!

The algorithm,
the Sequencer?

None of it works!

It's all a lie!

What do you mean?

After Voss bought
my company,

he gave me
a fancy new title, then...

completely iced me out.

But I hear people talk.

The health plans
aren't accurate.

The system keeps glitching.

But you told us
that Voss was gonna go

live with it
in two weeks.

Yeah, Voss thinks we'll
work faster with a deadline.

That this thing
can still work.

But it's just
wishful thinking.

The whole company...

...it's a house of cards.

The poison was in the smoothies,
and you made them.

I prepared it, but...

I didn't pick out
the ingredients.

I just...

put in what the doctor ordered.

Doctor?

Thank you, Brad.

Make sure you see Carla
on the way out

about your check, yeah?

Well, it's another
perfect specimen.

You're two-timing me, Doc?

Mr. DelSorro.

I wasn't expecting you.

Are you here
for some more testing?

Oh, no, no, I've had
enough pain for one day.

Yours, on the other hand,
is just beginning.

I'm sorry, who-who are you?

NCIS.

You're under arrest for
the murder of Lauren Hawthorne

and the attempted murder
of Fletcher Voss.

[chuckles]

A murder?

We found blood thinners
in the supplements

that you gave Voss.

You've been poisoning him
for months.

Why would I do that?

Because Voss brought you
on as a medical expert

and your name is
on all of the studies.

The fake studies.

KNIGHT: And
you knew that

once Voss went
live the program,

everyone would know
it didn't work.

And that you were a fraud.

KNIGHT:
So in order to stop your own personal Theranos,

you had to kill him.

I told him

that the program wasn't ready,

and he just
kept insisting.

I only did this
to protect people.

Oh, right, right,
like you protected Lauren?

[sighs]

Why do they always run?

Well, Mr. Perfect Specimen?

Got a full confession.

Donovan admitted
to the poisoning,

the disposal of Lauren's body,
all of it.

Full confession
and I got a little cardio.

It's a win-win.

Mm.

Ooh, fundraiser just ended.

Put it up.

McGEE:What?

Brendan Banks wins again?

Wow, that guy's good.

Or he cheated.

I say we investigate him.

Sorry, McGee.

I know how much
you wanted this.

Well, at least the kids get
their new lab equipment.

Right? That's what matters.

Hey, there's always next year
to kick his ass.

VANCE:
Rather than kicking ass,

maybe we can save
someone's ass tonight.

Hospital just called.

Voss has taken a turn
for the worse.

He needs a blood transfusion.

Don't they have donations?

Not since they hit
the blood bank.

And they're asking
for a very rare blood type.

And according
to Dr. Palmer,

Agent McGee is
a universal donor.

Wait, you can't be serious.

Wow, duty calls,

Special Agent
Timothy Farragut McGee.

[indistinct P.A. announcement]

You're welcome.

Hey.

They told me what you did.

I don't know what to say.

How about "thank you"?

After everything I put
your agency through,

for you to do this for me?

Before you get too excited,
it was Director Vance's idea.

Okay?

In case that makes you
feel any worse.

Yeah, it does.

And I deserve to feel like
crap, after what I did to him.

God, I'm such an idiot.

Take it you heard
about Dr. Donovan?

Yeah.

It's my fault.

If I hadn't pushed
the company so hard...

Just...

I let my greed and arrogance

cloud my judgment again.

And now Lauren is dead

'cause of me.

Lauren and our child.

You know, the moment Director
Vance told me she was pregnant,

I couldn't help but think
what the hell kind of father

would I be?

Self-doubt comes
with the territory.

You're speaking
from experience.

Twins, right?

Yeah.

I bet you're
a great dad.

They must think you're
a real-life superhero.

You being an agent and all.

[chuckles softly]

Actually...

kids don't really care
about your job

or... your status.

Winning fundraisers.

Then what do they care about?

Time.

The moments you spend together.

Being there for them
when they need you most.

You're a good person,

Agent McGee.

[chuckles]

You can call me Tim.

Okay.

Tim. [chuckles]

And maybe I'm
a good person too,

now that you're
inside me.

Oh, please don't ever
say that again.

We are literally
connected by blood.

- No.
- We're like brothers.

- We are not. Okay.
- Tim, blood brothers.

- Ple-- please stop.
- Now and forever.

What do you say?

Hmm? Come on.

Bro?

Come on.

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