All language subtitles for NCIS S19E05

It's too late to change my mind.

Out.

So, like, where's the facility, bruh?

You looking at it, bruh?

Where the hell you come from?

Let's go.

No, there's no way I'm going in there.

Listen up.

You all may be juvies, but apparently...
You're all such badasses, you've been

charged as adults.

But the court gave you a choice.

In there with me for a week, or the big
house.

Take your pick.

I'm eating rabbit for dinner either way.

Yo, wait up.

So, what's the plan exactly?

Replace survivor for a week and then
become fine upstanding citizen?

Yeah, where do we sleep?

Yeah, I'm not eating no rabbit. Then you
don't eat.

And the plan is that you learn to get
your head on right, son.

By murdering Thumper. By learning to
live for something besides yourself.

I read just like Eval. You all think the
world revolves around you.

But out here, if you don't work
together, you die together.

So you're going to learn to become a
team, no matter what comes our way.

We stand as one.

Run!

Run!

Okay.

Nice. Dude, this looks so fake.

Can you please pay somewhere else?

You are going to wear down the carpet.

Well, it needs replacing anyway.

Where is he already?

Maybe text him another ten times?

Morning.

Morning? Like, uh, just like
everything's normal? Morning?

Why haven't you answered any of my
texts? I'm sorry. I just got back from

Alaska, okay? I'm a little jet -lagged.

Guess what the next question is. How
could you leave Gibbs behind? I didn't

leave him behind, okay? He wanted to
stay. Are you agreed to this?

Why again?

Beauty seemed happy.

Happy?

As in, like, happy?

Well, I've got some more of that to go
around.

Uh, I'm sure you'll all probably be
happy to hear that I've decided not to

Director Vance up on his offer to join
your team.

And I'm guessing that's the first you've
heard of him.

I was waiting for Agent McGee to return
before I filled them in, and you're

early.

Oops.

Sidebar?

I appreciate the offer, Director, but
I'm not ready to jump into anything new

just yet. Perhaps you'd like to spend
some time in the field with the team

before you make your final decision?

I already made it. Plus, I got tickets
to a Simon and Garfunkel reunion concert

later today, and I've been waiting a
long time for that baby, so, uh...

Hey.

What are you guys standing around here?
Haven't you guys heard?

Whoa, what's up? A Navy petty officer
apparently turned into a zombie.

A zombie? Yeah. Crawled all the ground
and everything. You guys really didn't

get the call?

That kind of thing happen a lot around
here?

First for me.

All right, get your gear.

Well, it looks like the train's leaving.

I'd consider it a personal favor if at
least you'd spend the morning on it.

Well, I don't think I'll change my mind,
director, but okay, sure.

I still got time.

Zombie it is.

Not a zombie.

Just a victim who suffered from extreme
dehydration and exposure before he died.

Who is this guy again? Well, according
to his friends, he was pretty officer

first class James Fulton. Whoever dumped
the body barely covered it up.

Except he wasn't a body when he was
dumped. Apparently this guy was still

That's shortly after Ranger Rick stepped
on him.

And he died of what? Based on nasal
broth, I'd say it was poison that

put him into a cataplectic coma.

Probably fooled whoever tried to bury
him here into thinking that he was dead.

It happened.

I'll know a little bit more when I get
him back to autopsy.

Speaking of which, can I get a hand with
the body and the gurney? I gave myself

a grade two sprain inflating a bouncy
house.

It happens.

You need help getting the Night King
into the van, Tim?

Aren't you thoughtful? Yes, I do.

Ready?

You know, I looked up how many injuries
are caused by bouncy houses.

Hey, Tim. What?

You said that Gibbs was happy.

What do you mean?

I don't want to talk about it.

Oh, you can.

You can't leave me hanging, bro. I'm
sorry. It felt kind of private.

Well, is he going to be okay?

I think he probably hasn't been this
okay in a long time.

What about that guy?

Can you believe Director Vance offered
him Gibbs' job already?

He's a solid agent.

Experienced. The man's desk is not even
cold.

Well, it's just going to get colder with
Gibbs in Alaska, and we do need the

body. McGee, help me out here.

Tim, this is where you use more words.
Sorry, I'm all out.

I'm all out of time.

Oh, they've been out so soon? Yeah, and
I'm sure you're real broken up about it.

But can't keep Mrs. Robinson waiting.

Agent McGee, wish you the best of luck.

Been a blast.

That kind of thing happen a lot around
here?

I've been worried sick. Thank God you're
okay.

Don't worry, Casey. We're fine. What
happened?

Your Vic had some kind of bomb on him.
That's what happened.

Where's Knight? And what's that guy
doing with a bomb?

She's towing what's left of the van into
the evidence garage trying to figure

out what happened. Feel free to go help.
Roger that.

This is all I could dig up on your dead
petty officer.

Not much.

Let's see what we've got.

Hey, it's Parker.

Yeah, it's not much. Petty Officer
Bolton, born in St. Louis, studied

science in college, and the rest is
redacted.

Yeah, I'm going to be a little late.

I don't even recognize that assignment
code.

It's a transitional code that our new
Space Force just started using.

Yeah, no, no, no. I'll see you there
later.

And you know this how?

I did some work integrating their
network into the FBI's Operational

Division. Happy to hook you up with a
guy there I know. He can probably give

some more intel on your petty office.

You know, it'd be faster if you made the
call. I'd love to, but I'm already

going to miss half the warm -up act,
so...

Okay.

I still got time.

While we may never know the true origin
of the Humpty Dumpty nursery rhyme...

You can rest assured, Petty Officer
Bolton, we shall put you together again.

Lateral meleosis.

Thanks for helping while I have my own
lateral issues.

It's just like old times, huh?

I don't recall the ME van blowing up
before, so no.

Well, the good news is you'll be getting
a new one.

Well, I kind of like the old one.

You shouldn't have let it be blown up.
Oh, we're doing that again, are we?

So we were kind of hoping for an update,
but I can come back at the two of you.

Oh, no, no, no, it's fine, it's fine.
Dr. Mallard? Yes, well, one item of note

is an anklet that the petty officer was
wearing on his left foot.

It appears to be some kind of wearable
USB device.

Casey is examining it now.

She also identified the explosive that
destroyed certain things. It was

azidozide azide.

Compounds so powerful and unstable, only
crazy people use it.

And apparently criminals. Only a few
ounces can totally destroy a vehicle.

Or a van.

Ounces? No wonder we missed the bomb on
the body.

Oh, we didn't miss the bomb, because it
wasn't on the body. See, the blast

trauma to the thorax projects outwards,
meaning that the explosion emanated from

inside the GI tract.

Are you saying our victim swallowed the
explosive?

It appears so. Reminds me of a few
heroin smugglers I busted once.

Except Petty Officer Bolton wasn't
smuggling heroin.

He was concealing an explosive,
presumably to get past some sort of

Agent Knight, we believe that this was a
bombing attempt gone wrong.

Given the location of the explosive,
most likely a suicide bombing attempt.

By a member of the United States
military.

Yes, we're still trying to figure out
the target, Madam Secretary.

I'll let you know as soon as we do.
Thank you.

I heard we have an official cause of
death for Petty Officer Bolton. Blood

poisoning. Jimmy thinks that the
explosive accidentally leaked into his

and killed him before he could detonate
himself.

This could have been a lot worse.

Any idea who dumped the body? Not yet,
but Bolton was obviously working with

someone. All right, let me know when you
find out who.

Is there something else?

You ain't gonna like it. Try me.

You should have never offered Parker the
job.

And why is that?

You gave up on Gibb too quickly.

Nobody gave up on anyone.

Gibb's moved on. And you let it happen.

I know that Gibbs is a father figure to
the team, and it's hard when a father

leaves, especially perhaps for you. If I
needed a shrink, I would have called

Dr. Gray's, Director.

Agent Torres, may I remind you that I'm
free to hire who I want, when I want?

Well, did you even consider McGee? I did
more than consider him.

What is that supposed to mean?

That's outside your pay grade. Oh, okay.
Well, I'm telling you that Agent Parker

is the wrong guy for the job. Then you
should tell that to Gibbs.

He said he was the guy. We spoke just
after Eberhard's arrest.

Let's just say I think Parker made an
impression on Gibbs in Alaska, as well

on me.

So we done?

Director, we got a problem, and you're
not gonna like it.

Get in line.

Whoever dumped the petty officer's body
took his wallet and keys.

Well, it's no surprise it makes it
harder to make an ID.

But they left another set of keys
behind.

It's the USB drive Jimmy and Ducky
found. The body dumper probably thought

was just a piece of jewelry.

Because maybe petty officers are so
totally known for wearing anklet. Okay,

get the point.

The drive appears to be some kind of
master key to an e -commerce site that

Bolton runs on the dark web.

Dark web. That's great.

What was he selling? It seems our
computer science major has been

as a one -man geek squad for bad guys.
This guy does everything.

Corporate hacking, $1 ,000 an hour.

Ransomware attack.

Even has a weekend special on tracking
your spouse.

You're right, Ms. Hines. We got a
problem.

This isn't the problem.

Most of Bolton's posts have been about
the finer points of identity theft until

a few months ago. He mentions he got a
new partner. Then his posts started

getting political.

Then... Extremist. Then he says he and
his partner have something big planned,

like take down the system thing. And you
know what that target is? Maybe.

And I hope we're wrong. All right,
thanks, Fish.

My contact at DOD says that Bolton's day
job was working as a high -level coder

for the wide -band global SATCOM system.

One of the satellite networks our
military uses to communicate.

Bolton's clearance level gave him access
to a highly sensitive server room that

runs the entire system. Not the sort of
place you'd want a bomb to go off in, I

imagine. If that was Bolton's target...
And you really have no choice but to

assume that it was.

He's trying to take down our satellites.

And his partner's still out there.

I believe petty officer Bolton was
planning an attack on his own country.

Well, our working theory is that Bolton
got radicalized by this mystery partner

of his, who clearly had some issues with
the military.

SATCOM handles tactical command, control
comms, missile targeting.

If any of those systems go down, our
troops' ability to defend themselves

could be hobbled. If I may, General,
I've worked with the SATCOM system

I recall.

You brought scones.

And if I recall, it uses Hyper -V
clustering for redundancy. Taking out

facility won't immediately degrade the
system. We have some time.

Which we need, because we might have
more suicide bombers out there. Might?

found several posts indicating that
Bolton and his partner were trying to

recruit more people.

What if they've recruited someone else
with clearance?

We can't be doing full body searches at
every federal facility.

Director Vance.

I'm authorizing an emergency rapid
response task force to be run out of

Understood. Agent Parker.

Actually, it's former Agent Parker. I
don't care.

You know the systems. You're running the
task force.

If there's any recruits out there, I
want you to find them.

That's a funny thing. I got ticks.

Scratch that.

Understood, General.

Well, that sucks for me.

You know the systems. Hyper -V
clustering.

Torres, mystery partner. McGee's already
got potential targets tonight. We need

to know if anyone else has been
recruited. Okay, let's go.

Right.

The 411 may play better coming from you.

Listen, guys, Agent Parker, former Agent
Parker, has been assigned by the

DOD. Let me guess.

Being charged?

Temporarily. But for the record, against
my will. But here we are.

Okay, so I'm not really sure what I'm
supposed to be doing, but if I'm the one

who's looking for a new suicide bomber
recruit, I've got Petty Officer Bolton's

laptop, but it's locked.

It may have information on it that's
relevant to our case. I'm just waiting

someone to do that.

I just needed to enable root access.

That's normally McGee's thing.

Don't mean to step on any toes.

No, it's okay.

As long as you got it open.

Casey flagged a name on Bolton's server.

Told somebody he was going to, quote,
check the guy out.

Thinking it's a recruit?

It is. Bolton should have a file on him.

And there you go.

Royman Beesbo?

You're being groomed to be a suicide
bomber, Royman? He's single, has no

life, said he almost died of a heart
attack last year. Dying man, no family?

That fits the profile.

All right, check him out.

McGee, dig into the laptop. Find out who
Bolton's mystery partner was. And hey,

look, I just want you all to know, I
know this is weird, okay, I get it, but

gotta get past that so we can get this
job done.

And with a team like you, We're going to
do it better than anyone.

The only question I have is, do you guys
ever go to the bathroom? And where is

it? Because I'm literally about to wet
myself.

Hey.

Hey, bud, can I ask you something?

No. Well, time isn't really on our side.
I don't want to clear the air.

You know, I probably had like three cups
of coffee this morning, but... Why

didn't you make a play for Gibbs' job?

Well, because it was Gibbs' job. We
fizzled a few days ago.

Goodbye. The writing was on the wall for
months.

It was probably like four cups of
coffee. And you never thought about

Team Leader a permanent gig?

Um, yeah. Yeah, sure. I imagined it
happening one day, yeah. And then Vance

offered you the job, and you said pass.

Why?

Job wasn't what I thought it would be.

Not nearly as fun.

Hours were even worse. Don't get to go
on the field as much.

Plus, there's all that paperwork.

Nobody likes paperwork.

Right.

And that's it?

Yeah, well, what else is there?

You tell me.

That's it.

Hey, next time you want to have a
private conversation with me, maybe pick

somewhere a little more appropriate.

Maybe a stopped elevator or something.

That's got to be Royman.

Are we sure he's Sango?

Don't be mean.

I'm sorry, I'm feeling a little mean.

You gotta give Parker a chance.

Do I?

After what he did for Gibbs in Alaska?

I think he earned it.

Recruit me to be a suicide bomber?

Me.

This is a joke, right?

Has anybody strange contacted you online
recently?

Pretty much non -stop after I dipped my
toe into online dating.

It was like I had a catfish target on my
back for some reason.

At least until I met Helen. And then I
erased all my dating apps. So you're not

single? Well, I mean, it's kind of hard
to explain.

Is Helen someone strange that you met
online by any chance?

No.

At a butt stop.

We just started talking.

I don't know how that happened.

Then she smiled and it was like a
lightning bolt went off in my head.

And I know she felt it too because she
gave me her number.

And then what happened? And then I lost
it.

I've been trying to remember it, you
know, by doing... Oh.

So you are single.

Do you recognize this guy?

Yeah. Hey, that's the cable guy. He came
by a few weeks ago, said I needed a new

router or something.

That's not the cable guy.

Wait, is that your suicide bomber
recruiter dude?

Oh my gobsmacker, he was in my house.

We had lemonade.

Why was he trying to recruit me? What do
you do exactly again? You some kind of

a court reporter?

Not quite.

Try a silver star ranked federal
stenographer.

What does that mean? I work on sealed
cases only.

I'm one of only 50 local stenos cleared
to record deposition that involve

classified material.

Does that mean you go into high
-security federal buildings?

Yep, different ones every week. I see a
lot of really high -tech... Oh.

Where are you going next? It could be a
target.

I can't actually answer that without a
subpoena.

That's part of being a Silver... Silver
Star -ranked federal stenographer. Got

it. But you're more than welcome to hang
until you get one. I got nachos.

Huh?

How long is the subpoena going to take?

That's too long, Judge. Any place this
Royman guy goes next could be a bombing

target.

Royman? I don't know. Irish?

No, no. Don't put me on hold again.

Well, what do you think? I think it's
impressive that an agent has finally

gotten some Bluetooth earbuds.

I'm asking you about Director Vance's
offer to him to take over the team.

Am I on hold? Did you put me on hold
again?

Oh, I don't know.

It'd be different, which would be, you
know, different.

Yes, it would.

Is that a problem for you?

Speaking of the opposite of different,
how great has it been having you down

here this week, huh? What do you say we
get the band back together, like

permanently, you and me?

Autopsy is your baby weight now, Jimmy.
Yeah, but it could be ours again.

They put me on hold.

How can we help you? We're still trying
to track down Bolton's mystery partner.

Heard you found something that might
help.

We think we may have found a piece of
the bomb's detonator. If so, then Casey

may be able to trace it back to this
partner for whom you're looking.

She's also made some headway on tracing
the actual explosive.

An Albanian cartel is selling it on the
black market.

30K a gram.

Even with his side gig, Bolton couldn't
afford half of what was in him.

So either the mystery partner had deep
pockets or... Or he won the lottery.

Or he won the lottery, sure.

No, I'm saying our dead petty officer
won the lottery.

Really? Three times, three different
states over the past year, over a

grand total.

I don't know anyone who's won the
lottery three times.

I don't know anybody who's won the
lottery once.

It's actually four times.

if you count an hour ago, which is, you
know, impossible.

This place is way more interesting than
the FBI.

When I found out how much Bolton's
suicide bomb cost, I realized he must

another source of income.

Domestic terrorism ain't cheap.

Then an agent found these in his gun
safe. They're lottery picker cards from

over the eastern seaboard. And lo and
behold, these three matched actual wins.

Four, if you count an hour ago.

Which is, you know, impossible.

Except Bolton was a hacker.

You think he hacked the lottery to pay
for those bombs? If he did.

This guy's like the Frank Abagnale of
hackers. Remember Leo? Oh, he was cute.

Played him in Catch Me If You Can. He
was a doctor. He was a lawyer. And I was

the FBI. I know who Frank Abagnale is.
Thing is, if Bolton did hack the

he wasn't the one cashing in the winning
tickets.

He had someone else do the pickups for
him. I'm thinking that's the partner

you've been looking for. Her name's
Lillian Beck. And if there's any more

bombing planned, I imagine she'd know
about them.

Luckily for us...

She had some new winnings to cash in
tomorrow.

It's take -out time, baby.

Nice work.

Uh, I'm gonna need this.

Mm -hmm. Just one more thing.

A little birdie told me that you prefer
to try and negotiate with Lemire at this

particular point in time.

That's not quite... I don't know what...

going on with you here or whatever, but
let's get one thing straight.

If there's ever a crazy assassin holding
a sharp object to my neck again, I'm

going to need you to shoot first, ask
questions later.

If you can do that, then we're good.

We good?

We're good.

What do you think makes someone become a
suicide bomber?

I don't know. I think if you're angry
enough, you can get talked into just

anything. Say it, rep.

Got eyes on our suspect.

In line, about to cash a ticket.

Copy. You're getting good at that.

Hey, Brad.

Copy.

Thanks. I'm proud to see you in the
mirror.

I feel good that it makes me not buy
what you tell Parker in the bathroom.

He told you about that?

No.

Okay, then what were you, like,
listening at the bathroom door?

Oh, my God, seriously, were you
listening at the door? The point is,

that noise about you not wanting the big
chair because of the extra hours. Yeah,

homie, don't buy that.

I can't believe it. You're sitting
there, like, just listening through the

bathroom door. Hey, don't change the
subject. What subject? That I don't want

be team leader because I'm not Gibbs?

No, you're not Gibbs. But you're Timothy
freaking McGee. You're a cyber ninja.

When people shoot you, you keep on
coming, man. Yeah, except it was Gibbs

shot me, okay, twice. He put two bullets
through me.

And you know what? It saved my life.

Hurt like hell getting shot, but I can't
imagine what it felt like pulling that

trigger. I mean, who could do that?
Could I do that?

For someone so smart, you can be so
dumb.

Hey, that's helpful.

Tim, the guy who shouldn't be in charge
is the guy who's not even asking the

question.

Doubt is not weakness.

It's a strength.

A leader without doubt.

Now that's the guy I'd be worried about.
Look, Nick, my point is I don't want to

be the guy that can pull that trigger.

Okay? If there's anything I've learned
from Gibbs, it's that this job is all

-consuming. It completely consumes you.
You know what the guy had to do to

escape? He had to go to Alaska.

Like, Alaska.

I got a family, Nick.

That can't be me. I can't do that.

It's that simple.

Go ahead. Tell me again how dumb I am.

I have no complaints about that.

Only respect.

Thanks.

If I'm a bad guy.

Sounds pretty good to me.

Guess what I just heard? We just caught
Bolton's mystery partner.

What are you doing?

Leaving.

Aren't we going to sterilize the bone
saw later?

I remember that one time. Jimmy, it is
time for me to retake my rightful place

as NCIS historian.

Wait, don't go. Stop, stop, stop.

Is everything all right?

Is everything all right?

No. No, it's not.

It's not at all.

I had just about enough of people
leaving this year, just one after

Verena.

And then Bishop, and now Gibbs.

So you were going to come back in here,
you were going to lose the hat, and

together we were going to go sterilize
that damn bone saw.

What do you mean? Bone saw.

Jimmy, yesterday is over.

Sad as that may seem, but change is the
essence of life.

I know, Doctor, but this feels like a
death.

I miss him, too.

But Jethro isn't dead.

From what I hear, it sounds as if he's
starting to live life again.

Possibly...

for the first time since losing his
family.

If that is the case, I don't mourn his
departure.

I'm grateful for it.

Our pain is a small price to pay for his
peace.

And Barry.

That was beautiful, Doctor. Really
beautiful.

I almost hate to totally ruin the moment
by giving you this.

It's the results from the detonator
fragment you found in our victim.

Uh -oh.

You know, I'm missing my nephew's first
Little League game.

I'm really sorry about that.

There just seems to be a little
misunderstanding somewhere.

You think?

I bought a lottery ticket.

I won. I don't know anything about any
terrorist attack.

I get it. What's he doing?

Did I miss it?

He is doing the play dumb.

That's boring.

I'm going to be here all day.

So am I free to go?

Yeah. Just one more question.

Do you want to die by lethal injection
or spend the rest of your life rotting

a jail cell that smells like soup?

Excuse me? We know you've been working
with Bolton. We know you're trying to

recruit more suicide bombers. And we
know that you funded your operation by

hacking the lottery. What we don't know
is death pursuit.

That is not the playground.

I am going to jail for accessory to
murder. Say it with me. I am going to

I was working with Bolton. For accessory
to... Will you stop that? I'm trying to

confess. Not to murder. I didn't kill
anyone, okay?

Let's hear it.

And by the way, you don't have any
nephews.

I'm a back -end coder for the East Coast
Lottery Group.

We handle the lottery in 13 states.

About six months ago, I found a flaw in
the system, a way to pre -select the

winners. But I needed a real hacker to
do the heavy lifting.

A hacker like Bolton? I found him
online.

The guy's basically the Frank Abagnale
of hackers.

I've heard.

Go on.

That's it.

We didn't hack the lottery to fund a
terrorist attack. We hacked the lottery

hack the lottery.

That actually is pretty believable.

Hey, we've got a problem. Yeah, a big
problem.

Our entire case might have just fallen
apart.

Casey found traces of polydioxinone on
the detonator fragment, plus bupivacaine

in his talk screen.

I literally didn't understand a word you
just said.

Whose talk screen?

Bolton's. Listen, the detonator was a
pacemaker battery.

Bupivacaine is a local anesthetic.

And polydioxin is used in surgical
stitches.

Surgical. Dr. Mallard and I were wrong.

Bolton didn't swallow a bomb.

It was surgically implanted. And if it
was a part of a routine procedure, it's

possible he didn't even know he had a
bomb inside of him.

So, if there wasn't a terrorist attack,
what were you recruiting people for?

I couldn't keep winning the lottery
myself, genius.

So you needed cutouts to pick up the
money for you. And we already had ten

up. You were about to be rich.

Bolton was planning on retiring to Cabo.

The last thing he ever would have done
is blow himself up.

How the hell did he end up a human
grenade?

Sorry, that's not my department.

I spoke to three of the recruits. We're
hired to pick up the next lottery

ticket. They confirm our suspect story.

So if Bolton's big plan was to hack the
lotto, how did he end up with a suicide

bomb in him?

Right back at square one.

Yeah, you get used to it.

Gotta have something to do with his
website.

We should dig into the other bad guys
who have hired him.

Mickey's going through the web logs now.

You can check this out.

Most of those bad guy names were
encrypted.

But one name did pop up on a wire
transfer.

And you are going to love it.

I told you, I thought he was the cable
guy.

That's all I know.

Please don't take it the wrong way.

But you are totally lying.

Right after Bolton paid you a visit, you
took out a reverse mortgage on your

house for 20 grand.

I'm doing a renovation.

One week later, that same 20K ended up
in Bolton's e -commerce account in the

Caymans. It was a Caribbean -themed
renovation?

No, that's a horrible liar.

Where did you get the Albanian
explosive?

I don't know what that is.

How did it end up inside Petty Officer
Bolton? I don't know what that means. We

have proof that you paid Bolton $20 ,000
to his offshore account.

He said we wouldn't get caught. And you
are going to tell me what it was for. It

was for Helen.

Okay?

Helen.

So...

Woman you met at the bus stop?

Keep talking.

Everything I told you was true.

Your petty officer came over, said he
was the cable guy, and we had lemonade.

Just like I said.

And then... And then you told him about
Helen?

It may have come up.

When I saw her smile... Skip that part.

He told me he might be able to hack into
a traffic cam by the bus stop where

Helen and me met and get a photo of her
face.

And then, you know, do some facial
recognition.

Oh, that's creepy.

It's not stalking if she gave me her
number already.

Is it?

I'm going to go out on a limb and say
this guy is not our criminal mastermind.

He's got to be connected somehow.

Otherwise, why would Bolton have an
entire dossier?

Whoa.

What?

Bolton has this guy's medical records.
Ever wonder why?

Got it.

You had any surgery recently? No.

I mean, sort of, a week ago. Where?

My doctor called and said that my
pacemaker battery was low.

He just thought that last year doesn't
run low that fast.

It just took an hour to swap out. It
wasn't a big deal. It might actually be

big deal.

Evacuate the building. Call the bomb
squad. Wait, what? No, hold on.

I don't understand.

What is happening?

It's got to be connected to one of your
cases. You're a stenographer, right?

What's your next case? I can't tell you.
I'm a silver star, right? Look, I got

your damn subpoena approved, okay?

They just haven't sent the actual
records yet. Now focus. What's your next

Okay. Okay, there's this guy.

Come on. Here they come, Mr. Palmer.

Look sharp.

McGee filled us in. We are prepping for
X -ray. We're going to take a look

inside you. This is not happening.
You're going to be okay. Just lie down.

I'm not going to be okay, according to
your boss.

You're our boss?

I've been turned into a walking time
bomb by Tony Soprano. Apparently, Royman

here just got assigned a case against a
pretty scary -sounding mafia kingpin.

Four of the witnesses against him have
already disappeared, and the last one

moved into witness protection.

All right, hold your breath.

He's in a hidden location.

Tightest security possible. I'm supposed
to record his deposition tomorrow, and

then I guess I blow up. Is that the
freaking plan?

It's the H -E -L -E -E -N. There's the
pulse generator.

Something else.

He's on density. I would say that's our
explosive.

Oh, my God, Smacker.

I've been turned into an exploding
Trojan horse.

Okay, everybody get out of here. What,
you're leaving?

No, no, I'll stay until the bomb squad's
med techs arrive. We don't have that

much time.

This protrusion tells me that the
explosive is leaking.

Just like Petty Officer Bolton here.

How much time does he have? A day, a
minute. I mean, we have to get it out

Well, what are you looking at me for?
Your body, your call.

Um, get it out.

We're already prepped for extraction.

Flight.

CHG locked and loaded.

Prepping the surgical site.

Administering 10cc local anesthetic.

It's okay, buddy. Okay, relax.

Dr. Palmer, would you care to do the
honors?

Oh, you might want to remove the
decoration.

Oh, look at that. He's feeling better
already.

All right.

Do me a favor and say Mary Dill.

In D .C. yesterday, a murder attempt
against a star witness in a mafia

trial was thwarted by agents at NCIS.

Sources say that Besnik Toptani, the
notorious Albanian kingpin,

an elaborate plot to kill... Toptani's
people knew Petty Officer Bolton from

geek squad for Bad Guys website.

They came up with the Trojan horse idea
and hired Bolton to hack into Roy's

medical record. But they only had one
shot at taking the witness out, so they

decided to use Bolton as a guinea pig
for the surgery. But test run didn't go

well.

He died before they could blow him up.
So the Albanians ditched the body,

out the kinks, and then forced Roy's
doctor to try again on Roy.

I'll spare you the Frank Abengale
comparison, and I'll just say this is

the books.

Agent Knight, will you excuse us for a
moment?

Very nice work.

Thank you.

You know, I jumped online this morning
to try to get you replacement tickets

that Simon and Garfunkel concert that
you missed.

Oh, yeah? Turns out there is no Simon
and Garfunkel reunion tour.

And there's not going to be. I heard
they hate each other.

I'm more of a Bowie guy, anyway.

I see.

I just wanted to see what a regular day
around here was like, and I was told it

might spook the locals if they thought I
had plans to stay.

Wasn't my idea, actually.

Whose was it?

I'm going to take that one to my grave.

Well, you want the job or not?

We did one last visual exam.

Everything's all clear.

Oh, it's the third sweep in 24 hours.

Better safe than sorry.

So I spoke to the DA. They're willing to
drop the hacking charge in exchange for

community service.

How much?

Well, what do you think?

Still thinking.

I know the feeling.

500 hours?

Either that or jail.

Well, it's not like I have other plans.

Roy?

Roy, it's me.

Helen! You never called me.

I lost your number.

It was 5 -5... 5 -0 -1 -6 -2.

I can't believe it. I guess he has plans
now.

I kept going to the same bus stop and
went there.

You don't know what I think?

I think Gibbs was a lucky man.

I know the feeling.

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