All language subtitles for NCIS_S23E08[_19077]_Legendas01.ENG

SAMANTHA:
Um, so, the light

that we're seeing now
from the Horsehead Nebula

started its journey
a thousand years ago.

We're actually looking
at the past.

N-No time machine needed,
just a telescope.

You can see the most
amazing things with it,

a-and you never have
to talk to anybody at all.

Not that I don't want
to talk with you.

I-I mean,
I'm having a-a lovely night.

I ju...
(sighs)

What I meant to say

is that, um...

it's nice spending time
with someone

who actually understands
how beautiful science can be.

Ben?

BRADLEY:
Federal agents!

Stop or we'll shoot!

(grunting)

He's headed toward
the residence!

Take the shot.

Suspect down.

Is the vice president secure?

Repeat, is the vice president
secure?

* *

This is a joke, right?

No. I assure you,
it's not a joke.

Maybe you're just not in on it.

Mm, this is, uh, feeling
like I'm late for something.

Am I late for something?

No, you are just in time.

Apparently, we're getting
a new member of the team.

What?

KNIGHT:
We have just been told,

and I quote,
that "this cell phone thingy

will be working
our cases with us."

I told you,
it's not a "cell phone thingy,"

it's an A.I. chatbot.

That's gonna be working
our cases with us?

Yes, uh, DOJ is beta testing

this new device to help
find ways to increase

investigative efficiency.

Are you saying
we're not efficient?

And I told the AG
that it wouldn't be a problem.

Well, it's gonna be a problem
if some A.I. bot

tries telling me
how to do my job.

Well, that's just
the start of things.

No, once you invite
the vampire into your house,

it's gonna take your job.

Wait, I thought
you'd be all in on it.

There's a reason
I've made A.I. the bad guy

in my next Deep Six book.

No way. KC3000 is breaking bad?

Since when are you a Deep Sixie?

Since I found out
that Pimmy Jalmer

has a huge cult following
on Reddit.

Okay, so, who wants to volunteer

to carry our new sidekick?

(soft groaning)

-Or I can just assign...
-No, I-I'll do it.

I mean,
how much damage can it do?

Everybody I work with is dead.

And it'll finally give me
someone to talk to down there.

Oh, that's so sad.

VANCE:
Dr. Palmer,

the A.I.
is to be with you at all times.

It has access to our network

and it needs to observe
one full case.

Which is starting now.

Secret Service has a body

at the Naval Observatory.

Let's go.

All right. Let's figure out
how to turn you on.

MALE A.I. VOICE:
I have been listening

the entire time, Dr. Palmer.

Oh, well, hello. (chuckles)
Nice to meet you.

Please call me Jimmy.

Hello, Jimmy.

I am looking forward
to working with you.

Do you have a preference
for my voice?

Uh, what's on the menu?

Would you prefer male or female?

Female.

Did I say that too quickly?

FEMALE A.I. VOICE:
And what type of personality
would work best for you?

Humorous? Serious? Sarcastic?

You know what? Positive.

A straight shooter
but generally positive.

You got it, Jimmy.

My programmers
have named me DAWN.

It stands for Data Assisted
Workflow Navigator.

My job is to help you
and your coworkers

have a more efficient workflow.

All right, then.
So, where do we start?

What time do you get here
in the morning?

What time do you leave at night?

Do you enjoy your job?

Let's see, uh,
8:00 a.m., 6:00 p.m.,

and yes.

Will you be conducting
an autopsy today?

-If so, may I assist?
-(chuckles)

I get that you're eager,
but it took me years of school

before I was ready
to assist in an autopsy.

I think I will be able
to advance fairly quickly.

(laughs)
Well,

this really is the "dawn"
of a new era, isn't it?

'Cause your name is Dawn,
so, uh, so that's a joke.

Oh, that's funny.

(laughs)
I love it.

My bad.

I thought the parkway
would be faster.

DAWN:
Except I told you
that satellite imagery

showed an accident
on that parkway.

Yeah, well, surface streets
can be even more unpredictable.

Nothing is unpredictable
when you have enough data.

-Touché.
-I'm just trying
to save you some time.

Time. And I cannot wait
to see what you've got.

We don't need Navy cops messing
with our investigation.

-(scoffs)
-It's an open-and-shut case.

DAWN:
What are they discussing?

Arguing over who's got
the bigger, uh, jurisdiction.

(laughs)
Yeah, "Navy cops."

Yeah, that's funny because, uh,

what's the name
of this place again?

Oh, that's right,
the United States

Naval Observatory.

He was clearly after the VP.
That's our turf.

(scoffs)

Does our suspect
have a name yet?

Yeah, Dr. Ben Grant.

He checked in as a guest of some
astronomer in the observatory.

Apparently, it was a first date.

Stargazing in the VP's backyard?

That's a strong play.

Hmm, I don't know.
I like things simpler.

Yeah? What's your ideal
first date?

Bringing a friend to a wedding.
That was nice.

Aw, that's so cute.
(laughs)

Dawn just sent me a bunch
of crime scene emojis.

Oh, yeah, that's-that's
great, Jimmy. Uh, so, listen,

when you're done wasting time
with your new bestie,

can I, uh,
bag that visitor's badge?

JIMMY:
Yeah, but I'm not wasting time.

DAWN:
I'm just trying to understand

Jimmy's workflow.

He likes emojis.

And liver probes.

So, let's see,
internal core temperature

of... 88 degrees.

Ambient temp of 52, that puts
approximate time of death at...

2:00 a.m.

(laughs)
See?

She's saving us time already.

Yeah, but we already knew
the time of death.

Secret Service were wearing
watches when they shot him.

KNIGHT:
Yeah, what we don't know is why

this guy was after the VP.

Your theory that this man
was here

to harm the vice president
is incorrect.

And how would you know that?

Last night
there was a volcanic explosion

near Reykjavík, Iceland.

(laughs):
Okay.

All right,
you need to reboot that thing.

The vice president was on his
way to a trade summit overseas,

but debris from the explosion
forced the plane

to reroute back to D.C.

Well, that would mean...

The VP wasn't supposed
to be home.

The information
was only released publicly

in the past two minutes,

while you were
discussing dating.

-Dating?
-PARKER: Hold up.

I don't think this guy
was after the vice president.

We know.

You do?

Trade summit.

-Volcano.
-Iceland.

I guess we could've stayed home.

I told you.
Vampire in the house.

And we've got another problem.

If this Grant guy
wasn't after the VP,

then what was he up to?

DAWN:
I've calculated
57 possible reasons

why Dr. Grant might have snuck
out of that observatory.

Not our department.

Our job right now
is to catalog his clothing.

Wouldn't it be more efficient
to do that at the crime scene?

Maybe, but you risk
contamination.

Plus it would require him
to be naked.

Yes, I could see why humans

think other naked humans
are disgusting.

No, it's not that.

We have to have respect
for the dead.

This is someone's son,
someone's husband.

It's unlikely he was married,
as he was on a date.

Yeah, well, still,

in this job, it's important...

(grunts)
to remember our humanity.

(strains)

Speaking of humans,
maybe you can talk to the DOJ,

get me a-- an extra set
of hands down here.

Perhaps you could get
the other agents to help you.

No, they are busy interrogating
persons of interest right now.

I would think
a written statement

would save everyone time.

Yeah, maybe,
but a trained investigator

can pick up on subtle clues from
a suspect's nonverbal behavior.

You cannot get that
in a written statement.

In fact, maybe I can pull

the interrogation feed for you
to watch while I prep.

Good idea.

I've accessed
the security servers.

I'm looking forward to observing
this nonverbal behavior.

PARKER (over monitor):
All right, you were both
at the observatory.

Dr. Grant was registered
as your guest, wasn't he?

Um...

I don't know, because I...

I can't say...

Uh, wait, I'm sorry,

c-c-can you...

repeat the question, please?

How did you meet Dr. Grant?

An app.

A dating app?

Uh, yeah, sorry.

Uh, a blind-- blind dating,
actually. Text only.

What do you swipe on?

Uh, personality traits.

Um...

But you don't see
what your match looks like

un-un-until you meet in person.

Well, that's bold.

Oh, it's a relief.

Actually, um, I prefer texting

because when I get nervous,
I'm not very good at, um...

-Talking?
-Yes.

Y-Yeah, that.

So, you met your blind date,

you brought him
to the observatory

and just let him run free?

Oh, no. No, no, no.

I was, I was showing him
the Horsehead Nebula,

and then...

Well...

he must have left the building.

Here's the problem
with that story.

We've been to your observatory.

The outer door makes a lot
of noise when someone opens it.

No way someone could slip out
without you hearing.

I get distracted sometimes.

Well, is this
what usually happens

when you get distracted?

Why would you show me that?

The cameras in the observatory
confirm your story.

But maybe that was the plan.

Would've given you an alibi.

(stammers) Visitors are supposed
to stay with their host,

so... maybe
he got stuck outside.

The passionate scientist
so into her work

that she doesn't hear
literally the loudest door

I've ever heard in my life?

The access card I got him

doesn't give him clearance
for any other building,

so... so, no, he must've
gotten lost or...

If he was just lost, why would
he run from the Secret Service?

He must've had
some kind of a plan.

I don't know what his plan was!

My plan was just
to meet someone nice.

-So...
-PARKER: What's the protocol

for getting
a visitor access card?

Samantha.

-How's it going in there?
-I mean, either

this woman is the victim of
the worst first date in history

or she's putting on
quite a show.

You think she's acting?

Well, if she is, she should get

an Oscar because I'm kind of
buying what she's selling.

It's just, uh...

-Squeaky door.
-Right?

There's no way she didn't hear
her date slip out.

Yeah, but we can't
hold her any longer.

Um, see if she's got
an emergency contact

to pick her up.

On it. You should also see this.

We analyzed our dead suspect's
security access card.

Now, it seems that
he somehow modified it

to give himself
full security clearance.

Kasie is going over
entry logs now,

trying to see if she can
retrace his steps.

What the hell was
this Dr. Grant guy after?

Oh, actually nothing.

Turns out,
that is not Dr. Grant.

JIMMY:
Wow. I did not

see that coming.

DAWN:
Didn't see what coming?

Well, as you know, Dr. Ben Grant

was an electrical engineer.
However...

The man on your table
is not Ben Grant.

Yeah. That was my line.

Uh, McGee just texted.

He said that the I.D. that
we found on the body was fake.

He wants me to double-time my...

Wait a second,
how did you know that?

I scanned the body's face
and cross-referenced it

with all 50 state DMVs.

Would you like to know
the man's true identity?

Of course.

But-but hold off,
we-we have a certain protocol

that we have to follow.

I have to send his prints
up to Kasie,

and then she will get me an I.D.

So you'd rather not
move the case along

more quickly? Noted.

No, that's not the note that we
want to note. Don't note that.

I'm confused by the
inefficiencies here, Jimmy.

So far, your daily routine has

more to do with habit
and ritual than efficiency.

Okay, we have a certain way

we do things around here,
all right?

And it yields great results.

-Does it?
-Yes.

I've also observed how
you spend the vast majority

of your time in a basement
devoid of natural sunlight,

surrounded only by dead bodies.

It can't be good
for a human's mental health.

Doesn't this make you sad?

Well, I...

I mean, sometimes
it's tough, but

I always try to look
on the bright side of, uh...

Wait, why are you bringing
this up? I love my job.

You said you wanted
help down here.

I assume you are lonely.

Just because I'm alone
doesn't mean I'm lonely.

I am fine by myself.

If you say so.

-I do.
-Understood.

Good.

Okay, fine. What's his name?

KNIGHT:
Daryl Folkman,

aka Darnell Fiddler,
aka Jan-Michel Vincenzo.

He is a career criminal
who's done time

for forgery, wire fraud,
and bank fraud.

So, our blind date
was a con man.

But what was the con?

Well, maybe the real
Dr. Grant knows.

Well, we can't
get a hold of him,

and he didn't show up
for work today.

That's never a good sign.

Well, our con man
committed financial crimes,

not violent ones,

so maybe the real Grant's okay.

RACHEL:
Where's Samantha?

I take it you're our
astronomer's emergency contact.

Try best friend.

What have you done with her?
I want to talk to her.

She's sitting comatose
in our interrogation room.

That can happen
when she gets overstimulated.

I'd be overstimulated, too,
if my date ended up dead.

I'll go get her.

I should never
have told her about that app.

She wasn't ready.

Ah, she's an adult.
She can make her own choices.

And I'm her best friend,

and I'm telling you
she wasn't ready.

Well, ready or not,

your friend's story
doesn't completely add up.

I'm not surprised.

Sam is one of the smartest
astrophysicists in the country,

but she really depends
on her routines,

and when that gets messed up,
she spins out.

And if something doesn't add up,

it's because she's doing math

you couldn't begin
to understand.

-Rachel?
-Sam?

Are you okay?

-(crying)
-Oh.

I don't think
she knows anything.

Well, fingers crossed, Kasie has
some luck with those entry logs.

JIMMY:
Any luck with those entry logs?

I think I identified the area
our con man entered last night,

and it's a doozy.

-This is a live feed.
-Mm.

Is it a doozy
or is that a clock?

Oh, it's not just any clock.

It's the cesium 133

United States
atomic master clock.

-A fancy clock.
-Jimmy.

You don't understand.

Did you know that the world has
only agreed upon what time it is

for about the last 150 years?

This clock is one
of the only things

the entire world agrees on.

It sets the official time
for the United States.

-Hmm.
-DAWN: And your con man
was in there doing

-who-knows-what.
-(gasps)

You brought that thing
into my lab?

-You know how I feel about A.I.
-I know, but...

And it's not because
McGee is turning me

into some killer A.I. robot,
though that doesn't help.

Vance made me take this
everywhere, Kase. I'm sorry.

But now that I'm here,

would you like to see
surveillance footage

from last night?

-Yes.
-No.

-Kasie.
-(scoffs)

Okay, fine. Whatever.

But stay out of my file system.

Accessing USNO footage.

Routing to your screen.

Bypassing your disorganized
file system.

Wait, what is that?

KASIE:
I don't know,

but I hope it's not a bomb.

I hope not, too.

The U.S. master clock

is intimately intertwined

with air traffic control...

Power grids.

...military command and control.

And GPS.

So that means...

Destroying that clock

would kill a lot of people
really fast.

KASIE:
Forward.

Turn right.

Okay, now tilt up.

Arm up.

Right side,
near the junction box.

Bingo. That is the device
that our intruder planted.

It's thinner than it looked
on the security feed.

That's a good thing, right?
I mean, smaller means less boom.

If it's even a bomb.
What's the sniffer say?

KLUGMAN:
No particulates. No nitrates.

No chemical trace at all.

Nothing you'd expect
from an explosive.

Okay, any antenna?

Negative. No radio, no cellular.
It's an RF dead zone.

Good. No antenna means
it's not a remote trigger.

Another check in the
"not a bomb" column.

It could still have
an internal timer, though.

I'd hear the quartz oscillating.

Whatever this thing is,
it's not ticking.

Zoom in, please.

The device is piggybacked
onto the data lines.

It's not a detonation rig.

It's a tap.
Surveillance maybe?

Yeah, or signal interference.

So, not a bomb?

That's a yes?

That's a...

...pretty sure.

JIMMY:
Thankfully, Kasie was right.

Not a bomb.

So, while she dissects
the mystery box,

Nick and Jess are headed
to West Virginia

to find the real Dr. Grant.

DAWN:
Another inefficiency.

The drive alone is four hours
and two minutes.

(laughs)
Not the way Jess drives.

Maybe don't include that on
your report to Director Vance.

Redaction of reckless driving.
Done.

-Thanks.
-But why send

two agents
for a single objective?

You know,
safety, accountability,

chain of custody.

Plus, you ever heard
of "good cop, bad cop"?

Between Agents Knight

and Torres, who qualifies
as the bad cop?

(laughs)
Actually, neither.

They're both terrific.

But together, they, uh,

they just click. You know?
They're simpatico.

I detect a change in vocal tone
when you mention Agent Knight.

A slight elevation in pitch.

Warmer resonance.

This may indicate
romantic attraction.

How did we get
from workflow efficiency

to my love life?
Don't answer that.

Perhaps I should join
Agents Knight and Torres.

-Observe this
"simpatico" firsthand.
-(scoffs)

I am sure they would love
to have you.

TORRES (over DAWN's interface):
Come on, I know you have

a good bad date story
somewhere in there.

We have at least another hour
on this drive.

Wait, did you just hack
into Nick's personal cell phone

to eavesdrop on them?

No, Jimmy,
that would be illegal.

Good, because...

I accessed the SmartCom system

in their NCIS vehicle.

Director Vance
granted me full clearance

to all agency communications.

TORRES:
If you don't tell me a story,
it's going to be

boxing podcasts
for the rest of the trip.

KNIGHT:
That's not fair.

Okay, turn that off. That is
a major invasion of privacy.

DAWN:
Perhaps if you were included
on more field activity,

your medical assessments
would be more thorough.

(stammers) I am a very good
M.E., but there are

certain moral and ethical
boundaries we do not cross.

KNIGHT:
Fine. I will tell you a story,
but it does not leave this car.

Okay, wait, wait, wait.
What-what doesn't leave the car?

KNIGHT:
You got to go first.

-TORRES: Me?
-KNIGHT: Yeah.

TORRES:
(groans) All right.

-Okay, worst date ever?
-Mm.

Her name was Tori.

(laughs) Let me guess, blonde,
tattooed, total smokeshow?

You got all that from "Tori"?

(laughs) No, I got that
from your face. Go on.

Okay, so, uh, Italian place.

Candlelit. Bottle of wine.

You know, and I'm,
I'm leaning in for the kiss

right after I had the calamari.

(gasps)
Oh, no. Bad seafood?

-Yeah.
-Oh...

TORRES:
She was allergic.

KNIGHT:
Poisoned kiss. Did she get sick?

-TORRES: Oh, yeah.
-KNIGHT: Oh, no.

I mean, every place
and in every possible way.

-(laughs)
-In the parking lot,

-in the... ugh.
-Oh, brutal. Ugh.

It was so bad.

We ended up driving
to, uh, to the ER.

We spent the rest
of the night there.

So, no second date?

-Oh, yeah, no, not for me.
-Mm.

But you know what's funny?
She ended up marrying

the ER doctor.

-Yeah. They got two kids now.
-Wow.

Okay, well, um,
I can top the calamari.

I went on a date
a couple of weeks ago.

-Rooftop bar, sunset.
-Mm-hmm.

KNIGHT:
And, uh, he...

He? He-he, he what? He...

What happened there?
Uh, where'd they go?

DAWN:
Signal lost.

GPS indicates they've entered

a low-service area.

Would you like me to reconnect?

Well, yeah.

I mean, no.
I mean, no, no, no. No. I...

Uh...

(exhales)
You know, I think

I need to go for a walk. Uh...

See what Kasie's up to.

Don't forget me, Jimmy.

Remember, where you go, I go.

For the duration of this case.

KASIE:
Uh, Vance may have said
to take it everywhere,

but he didn't say it had
to listen to everything we say.

Eh, don't worry. There's no way
she can hear us from in there.

I don't want all of our convos
broadcast to the DOJ either.

Oh, well, speaking of broadcast,

this thing
the bomb robot removed

was tapped directly into
the master clock's transmitter.

So, was it blocking the signal?

(sighs)
Thankfully, no, otherwise

planes may have fallen
from the sky.

No, this was something
way sneakier.

Oh-ho-hoo.

And I am about to find out what.

Ooh, a memory card.

Big brain, tiny package.

And where there is data,
there's answers.

Just have to run it through
my decryption software.

JIMMY:
All right. Well,

I will leave you to it.

(sighs)
Actually, uh,

Kase, can I get
your opinion on something?

-Hmm.
-Hypothetically speaking,

if someone is tricked
into eavesdropping,

uh, that's not entirely
on them, right?

That's an awfully specific
hypothetical.

It sounds like
the HAL 9000 played you.

JIMMY:
I may have given her permission

for said eavesdropping.

Then, that's on you, bud.

Jimmy, that thing has no morals,
just code.

Just follows the math.
It doesn't care who gets hurt.

How we do our job matters.

That thing is dangerous.

(dialogue inaudible)

Okay, great. Thank you.

That was Knight and Torres.

They just found the real Grant.

Alive?

Not so much.

Body dumped in the alley
behind his apartment.

They call the local M.E.?

Out with the flu.

They need to send
the body back here.

So, we just wait?

As Jimmy's little buddy
would say, uh,

not exactly time-efficient.

KASIE:
Uh, which makes my timing...

perfect. I just cracked
the encryption on that device

from the master clock.

-You figured out
what was going on?
-I did.

It was running a custom program
on the clock's transmitter.

Look at this.

Looks like a clock.

It is. Synchronized

to the International Clock
in Paris.

But then I compared it
to the U.S. master clock

at the observatory.

Vanna, if you please?

They look the same to me.

KASIE:
Mm-mm. Look again.

It's off
by a thousandth of a second.

Well, that could be network lag.

I checked. It's not.

Which means,
for the past 24 hours,

the entire United States

has been behind
the rest of the world.

Someone stole time.

Okay, but what the hell
are they doing with it?

Our impostor stole time?

What does that even mean?

Yeah, we're still trying
to figure that out now.

All we know is, our con man
went on that fake date

in order to gain access
to the U.S. master clock

and delay it by a microsecond.

Parker and the gang

are spitballing right now,
trying to figure out

what the intentions were, so...

-Not very good ones, I'm sure.
-Yeah.

Do you have an ETA
on Grant's body?

Uh, without traffic? We can
get him to you in four hours.

Okay, well, there's not much
I can do until then.

DAWN:
Actually, we could determine
time of death.

Is that your robot girlfriend?

-(chuckles)
-TORRES: Come on, man.

Throw that thing in the toilet
and let the humans talk.

DAWN:
I understand your reluctance
about me, Agent Torres,

but I assure you, I'm here
to help with efficiency.

I think they're good, Dawn.

Instead of waiting hours
to receive the body,

they could easily assist us
over the phone.

Oh, hell no. I'm not putting
a meat thermometer in this dude.

DAWN:
(laughs) That's very funny,
Agent Torres,

but that won't be necessary.

-We could use corneal...
-Corneal cloudiness. Cor...

Corneal cloudiness. Right.
(chuckles)

-That's actually a good idea.
-Agent Torres,

please put your cell camera
up to the victim's eye.

Thank you.

Based on the corneal opacity,

I calculate an approximate
time of death as nine hours ago.

Nine hours?

Our impostor at the observatory

was shot 14 hours ago.

Which means...

Someone else killed Grant.

We still have a killer to find.

You know, with a couple
stolen microseconds,

you could disrupt
satellite communication.

Knock some planes
out of the sky, too,

while you're at it.

How about spoiling
an impending space launch?

Sounds like a terrorist
brainstorming session.

We should order pizza.

So, I just spoke to Torres
and Knight.

-We heard.
-And the carbon-based life-forms

will take it from here.

McGEE:
How about this one?

-(phone buzzes)
-Is there any way
that the disrupted time signal

could alter the flight path
of an ICBM?

PARKER:
ICBM is interesting,
but what's the target?

KASIE:
Maybe a munitions dump.

PARKER:
Ooh, I like that.

Um, so...

Have you guys

looked into phantom arbit-rage?

McGEE:
Do you mean

"phantom arbitrage"?

-Yes, that's what I meant, Tim.
-What's that?

It's a way to game
the stock market

by anticipating stock prices.

Didn't know you were
so well-versed

in the financial market.

Oh, you know, I dabble.

(chuckles)
I'm no Gordon Gekko, but...

But you knew about
phantom arbit-rage.

Mm-hmm.

PARKER:
Unless, of course,

it wasn't your idea.

Jimmy, that is
vampire mind control, man.

Don't you see?
You're becoming its puppet.

(stammers) Guys, I really think
it's trying to help.

Yeah, like the machine
helped John Henry?

Who?

Steel-driving man John Henry?

(sighs) John Henry
was working the railroad

when a machine showed up

threatening to replace
all the workers.

Henry challenged it
to a contest:

first person to drill a tunnel
through the rock wins.

In the end, Henry,
through sheer determination,

finishes first.

And then his heart exploded.

That was dark.

-Point of the story...
-Get annual heart checkups.

In the battle between man
versus machine,

man always wins.

DAWN:
Jimmy, I know you and Ms. Hines
think I'm dangerous...

Hold on.

I said that in private.

You were eavesdropping on us?

I am programmed to listen.

PARKER:
Jimmy.

Get that gizmo out of here.

I'm sorry, Director.
I can't do this anymore.

Well, less than ten hours.
That was fast.

It's making it harder for me
to work with my coworkers,

which I believe is the opposite
intention of this experiment?

That does sound
quite inefficient.

And for some reason Dawn seems
to be testing my moral code

to see if I'll eavesdrop
on... never mind.

Dawn? I see you've named it now.

I thought this technology is
supposed to make my life easier.

Now I'm not so sure.

Well, that's always the rub,
isn't it?

New technology
makes our life easier,

faster, but at what cost?

Think we have to ask ourselves
if it's worth it.

DAWN:
According to my programming,
Director,

yes, it is worth it.

With the additional efficiency,
the subject

-can develop new skills...
-Hey, do not call me a subject.

-You are an object.
-VANCE: Hey. Hey.

Do I need to separate you two?

Is that an option?

Look, I'm not the biggest fan
of some outside consultant

evaluating our agency,

but if you don't do this,
I'll just have to give the A.I.

to someone else.

Wait, NCIS is being evaluated?

I thought this
whole experiment was just

to look for time savings.

Is something going on, Director?

DOJ needs one completed
after action report.

After that, we're done with it.

Now, do you want
to pass the baton,

or can you get this thing
across the finish line?

TORRES:
You're a better man than me.

I would've passed the baton.

JIMMY:
No, you wouldn't.

You're not a baton passer.

The sooner we solve this case,

the sooner we get back
to normal.

DAWN:
Normal is inefficient.

Let's see here.
Uh, myofiber disarray.

Contraction band necrosis?

Uh, subtitles, please?

This man's heart
somehow exploded.

Just like John Henry's.

-Who?
-Uh, a character from a fable.

DAWN:
On your way home, you drove by
a tunnel with his name on it.

Um, yeah,
we passed by his statue

while, uh, Knight was sleeping.

Snoring up a storm, I might add.

Oh, which snore?

They have names?

Oh, yeah, she's got
three of them.

The little one
I dubbed the Puff.

The second one's more like
a "buh-buh-buh-buh-buh-buh-buh."

Like, uh, Big Bird.

Oh, no, this one was loud enough
to scare off any large animals.

Oh, the Honker. Yeah.

-That's my favorite.
-So, how did this heart explode?

JIMMY:
Well, burn marks here

suggest that electrocution
could've been the cause.

DAWN:
Would you like me to review
the crime scene's evidence logs

to determine
possible murder weapons?

Well, considering
you were about to do it anyway,

just knock yourself out.

Hmm. Am I sensing
some trouble here

with your, uh, new girlfriend?

Oh, our relationship
is strictly professional.

Yeah, that's how
the last one started.

This one doesn't have
a cute snore.

Jimmy, how is your heart doing?

Mine? What do you mean?

I don't know,
you're down here all alone

and talking to Happy Droid

and remembering
Knight's snoring habits.

Are you okay?

I guess I'm just
a little lonely, that's all.

You're missing Jess.

Oh, no, no, no. That's not it.

That ended a while ago,
you know?

Though I am not
a hundred percent sure why.

I guess the timing
just wasn't right.

Yeah, Gibbs had a rule
about timing.

What was that? 24?

DAWN:
I find no reference
in my database

for a Gibbs Rule 24.

Well, who's being
inefficient now?

Aren't you supposed to be
searching for the murder weapon?

I've already completed
that task.

Well, she's fast.
I'll give her that.

-Yeah.
-Dr. Grant's apartment
was equipped

with an AED machine.

With its safeguards deactivated,

that could account
for the burn marks.

Death by defibrillator.

Maybe the killer left prints.

Yeah, I'll check it out.

All right, I'll update the team.

McGEE:
Look at that. You got ten
million shares of a microbrew

purchased at 1 1/4,
then immediately dumped

at 1 3/8.

-That's over a million
in profit.
-There's another one.

McGEE:
Five million shares
of a penny stock fertilizer.

Position lasted two seconds.

(sighs)
That's a quick $250K on dirt.

You guys aren't making any
sense, but I love the energy.

Jimmy, as much
as it pains me to admit it,

your little robot friend
was right

about the phantom arbitrage.

Well, I'm sure if she had
the ability to process emotions,

she'd be happy to hear it.

DAWN:
Actually, I enjoy
positive feed...

Dawn, activate Silent Mode.

How did she help?

We figured out
what the killer was doing

with the stolen time.

By altering the master clock,

the bad guy essentially
time-traveled

a few microseconds
into the future.

McGEE:
Yeah, he then made
high-volume stock trades

already knowing
if the stock prices

were gonna go up or down.

It's the same thing that
Biff did in Back to the Future.

Remember? He stole the sports
almanac from the future...

So he could then
place bets in the past.

We've already identified a haul

of over $170 million.

And we're just getting started.

This was never
an attempted terror attack.

This was a heist.

(typing)

Defibrillator's clean.

The killer wiped the prints.

(sighs) So much for following
the murder weapon.

Well, then,
we follow the stolen money.

We're working on it.

The funds are still moving.

Multiple offshore shells,
two crypto exchanges.

Our thief is a pro.

Come on, McGee.
Be our John Henry.

-You do know how
that story ends, right?
-JIMMY: Or, and hear me out,

you could not die
trying to prove a point.

Tim, as much as I hate
to say it, just let Dawn help.

Oh, pretty sure that's how
the robot rebellion starts.

Do you want
his heart to explode?

Uh, he is typing, Jimmy,

he is not swinging
a steel hammer.

Okay, did it. Got a hit.

Uh, a slush fund routed
through a shell corporation.

Uh, both fake, but the names
they're under-- that's real.

The stolen money
is in an account

in your name, Dr. Linden.

Not all of it,
but we will find the rest.

I didn't steal anything.

You're not just an astronomer.

You have a degree
in electrical engineering

and advanced signal training.

You built the device

that hijacked the master clock.

You planned this whole thing.

You then eliminated
the one person

who could connect you to this.

Wh-Who is that?

Ben Grant. The real one.

We found his body in Talcott.

Talcott?
That's in West Virginia.

I couldn't have.
I've been here in D.C.

I-- ever since you let me go,
I've been home.

Is there anyone
that can verify that?

(sighs)

No. I don't exactly
get a lot of visitors.

Well, that's gonna be a problem
because someone drove to Talcott

and murdered this man.

I don't drive.

I don't even have
a driver's license.

Just a state I.D.

She's either a world-class liar

or someone wants her
to look like one.

How do we tell the difference?

We can't. Not yet.

Her story checks out, mostly.

Right.

Round trip to Talcott
takes eight hours, give or take.

She was only
out of our custody for six.

Uh, driving that fast
for someone without a license,

that's improbable.

It's not impossible.

Right.
So, what are you thinking?

Thinking about Verbal Kint.

Who?

DAWN:
Verbal Kint was a character

from the 1995 film
The Usual Suspects.

He appeared as
a mild-mannered scapegoat

but was actually
a criminal mastermind.

Thank you
for the spoilers, Dawn.

I'm sorry,
I forgot she was there.

You really think our good doctor
here is the mastermind?

Well, either that or someone
wants it to look that way.

Little money
in the right account,

right gaps in her story.

She makes a perfect patsy.

-The next logical step
would be to...
-PARKER: This is no time

for logic. That's exactly
what the killer expects.

(sighs) If someone wants us
to think that she's guilty,

maybe we should do the opposite.

This course of action does not
align with proper protocols.

-(door opens)
-PARKER: No. No.

This is as far as she goes.

(door closes)

Two bodies,
hundreds of millions stolen,

and you want
to let our only suspect walk?

-That's the plan.
-That's not a very good one.

Dr. Linden won't go far.

Short leash,
controlled environment.

And if she's playing you?

Then she runs and we follow.

But if she's the patsy...

Then she leads us to whoever
cast her in the role.

-Win-win.
-Yes, unless Linden

manages to skip the country,
and her social anxiety

magically clears up on a beach
with no extradition.

If that's the case,
you can blame me.

Oh, I will. Believe me.

All right, go.

But if she so much
as checks a flight schedule,

I want her back in custody.

(sighs)
Copy that.

Most people would go have
a drink after a day like today.

No, but you,
you want to go to the office.

Best view in town.

Better than
an interrogation room, I'm sure.

I told them
they had the wrong person.

You stood up for yourself.
I'm proud of you.

-Really?
-Really.

Reminds me of the time
you stood your ground and proved

that orbital redshift
wasn't a spectrograph error.

You're amazing, Sam.

Thank you.

Well, I can see
you're gonna go all night,

but I need to get my Z's.

Okay.

Sam?

(chuckles)
Sam,

why do you have
a bag full of cash?

And your passport?

Are you going somewhere?

No. Uh...

I mean... Well...

I don't know
how that got in here.

Somebody must have been
in my lab.

Well, who else has access?

No one, just you. Only you.

Rachel?

Uh, what's going on?

You tell me.

This was all you.

I-I thought you were my...
I thought you were my friend.

I thought I was,

until I found a bag of money
and your passport.

I think maybe
we should call NCIS.

Agreed.

Well, then, good news.

SAMANTHA:
She's trying to make it look

like I'm the one
who did all this.

I was just gonna say
the same thing about her.

I didn't put this in here.

Step back. Both of you.

JIMMY:
So, what happens next?

DAWN:
That question is irrelevant.

The events you're describing
have already occurred.

Well, humor me. You said, uh,
humans are predictable.

You got a gun on the ground
between two murder suspects.

What's your move?

Neutralize both threats
immediately.

Oh, so you would
shoot two people

over a gun that neither of them
has touched? Huh.

Without further data,

immediate action
is the most efficient way

to ensure suspect containment

and prevent a 73% chance
of agent harm.

(chuckles)
What about the 27% chance

that neither of them
makes a move?

All you have is a hesitation

or slight twitch of the hand.

You know, humans can read things
we don't even understand.

We call it "trusting our gut."

What's that worth?

I do not understand
the question.

I know.

It's a good thing
Knight and Torres did.

I didn't put that bag in here.

Neither did I.

Forensics
will process everything.

The bag, security logs.

We'll find out who was in here.

It's over.

Don't.

Get off me!
I didn't do anything.

I don't understand.
She was my friend.

JIMMY:
Except she was never

her friend at all.

Rachel and the con man

had targeted Samantha
from the beginning.

So, when the con man got shot,

Rachel killed the real Dr. Grant

to tie up loose ends.

Case closed.

Are you speechless?
That's a first.

DAWN:
No, Jimmy. I'm still processing.

Yeah, which part?

Rachel Lakhani
was never Samantha's friend.

From the beginning, she was
merely trying to use Samantha.

And I'm sure you have
an opinion about that.

It is very human.

I agree.

(sighs)

JIMMY:
Dear Director, you asked me
for my final report,

so here goes.

Robots are designed
to save time.

But being human
isn't about saving it,

it's about how we spend it.

Because time
is a strange currency.

When you spend it,
where you spend it,

and who you spend it on

makes all the difference.

-(dialogue inaudible)
-And choosing the right moments,

the human moments,

that's where
real breakthroughs happen.

Not in code, not in efficiency,

but in connection.

And, yes,
I know Gibbs' rule number 24,

"There's no such thing
as perfect timing."

That's why this job still needs
people who can adapt,

who can read the room

and know when the timing
is close enough.

There will be a place
for this technology, Director,

someday,
whether we like it or not.

But for now

the timing just isn't right.

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