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♪ Yeah, I'm ready
for a new direction ♪

♪ Think it's time
for me to go my way ♪

♪ Yeah, I had to change
my perception... ♪

Special Agent Lucy Tara.

Need you in this vehicle
now. I-I'm gonna say no.

It's not a request, Special
Agent. Well, I also don't get

in strange vans with overhyped
ex-military types I don't know.

Look, I don't got
time for this, okay?

Lucy.

Just get in already.

Jesse?

I, I thought he was
reaching for a weapon.

I was reaching for
my credentials.

Sorry, Special Agent Thyme.

Hey.

What's going on, y'all?

Oh, not much. Just, uh,

hanging in the back
of a secret agent van.

Why are we doing that?

They won't say yet.

You'll find out soon.

If Thyme would
stop horsing around

and get in. THYME:
Going as fast as I can.

I think she dislocated
my shoulder.

Once again, I'm sorry.

You're gonna need
to put those on.

Why?

Can't see anything anyway.

Because we're telling you to.

And who are you again?

Special Agents
Rosemary and Thyme.

Seriously?

They're code names, okay?

Why do you need code names?

Because we're NCIS: ELITE.

Cool.

So, NCIS: ELITE.

Is that, like, a nickname
y'all gave yourselves?

You can't give
yourself a nickname.

Yeah, especially
not one like ELITE.

It's kind of braggy, right?

It's an acronym. Ooh, for what?

Can't say. 'Cause you
don't know either?

Of course we know.
It's classified.

Thyme, chill. They're
messing with you.

Look, you don't want to be here,

we didn't want to
bring you here,

but we were ordered to.

Where's here?

And ordered by who?

Ordered by me, Luce.

Boss?

You can take those off.

Welcome

to the NCIS: ELITE
secret holding facility.

You are now three of 30 people

who know it exists.

This entire facility

was being used to
secure one man.

Alexi Volkoff.

The Chemist.

The fugitive you
and Sam brought in

after the Marshal
plane went down?

He's been here ever since.

Feeding us intel on
his bio weapons caches.

As far as DoD is concerned,

Alexi Volkoff is
the most valuable

and sensitive asset
that we have right now.

And he's NCIS: ELITE's

responsibility.

Okay, so why are
we being read in?

Because at
8:00 a.m. this morning

Alexi Volkoff was murdered.

What happened here?

He was in the middle
of an interrogation.

One minute, he's Chatty Cathy...

And the next,
he's puking blood

all over the floor.

You process the scene?

No. Check the body?

No. JESSE: Question
the witnesses,

review the feed from the
20 surveillance cameras

you got mounted in there?

No. KAI: So what did you do?

Kai. They called you.

Not by choice.

Our island, our body.

Great.

Well, we'll need our gear.

It's already here.

We'll also need.

- Commander Chase.
- She just landed.

The hood's a little overkill.

Agreed, but she requested it.

I find sensory deprivation
invigorating. Don't you?

Where's the patient?

Jesse,

would you mind showing her?

You're Jesse, too?

Oh, that's confusing. What
are we gonna call him?

How about New
Jesse? - Yeah.

Wait, that doesn't
make me Old Jesse.

No, you're still Original Jesse.

This is the best
team on the island?

Guys, focus.

Let's get to work.

Solitude, Jesse.

There's a lot of debate
about whether its properties

are curative or harmful.

St. Anthony spent 30 years

completely removed
from any human contact.

And he was the father of monks.

But then you look at Napoleon.

All by himself on Elba.

Uh, he wasn't alone.

Pardon?

Napoleon.

There were 2,100 soldiers
garrisoned with him on Elba.

Jesse.

You're a student of history.

Ah, not me. Heather.
Specifically, French.

Well, either way. 2,100 soldiers
and one dethroned emperor.

A different kind of solitude.

Yeah, fair enough, but
it wasn't the solitude

that killed Napoleon.

It was chronic levels of
arsenic in his bloodstream.

Well, that's another
thing our Chemist

and the Corsican strongman
had in common: Poison,

bloody vomit, signs of
a tonic-clonic seizure.

His nervous system shut down.

Possibly from the tea he
was drinking when he died.

I don't know about that, Doc.

I mean, there's two teacups
and there's only one body.

So far.

Contrary to popular belief,

poison can be an imprecise
method of murder.

Managing dosage,
understanding how the poison

will affect one victim
versus another...

Mr. Volkoff's interrogator
may simply take

a longer time to die.

I assure you,
his interrogator

is feeling just fine.

Aside from feeling
very frustrated.

Are you sure,
Special Agent Swift?

Symptoms can come
on quite suddenly.

One moment, you're
fit as a fiddle,

the next, you're
bleeding from the ears.

I'm sure. But thanks
for the imagery.

Maybe the poison was only

in the Chemist's teacup.

Placed by whoever
prepared the tea.

Not possible. I
prepared the tea.

Poured the tea and
shared the tea.

And I did for the
last two weeks.

All right. Bag
everything in this room

that Volkoff came
in contact with.

Bring it back to the lab.
And, Special Agent Swift,

I'm sure you'll let me know
if you start feeling poison-y.

I have told you
everything that I know.

Names of my employees, my
contacts in organized crime.

The location of my labs.

Can you believe this guy has
been on the island all year,

and none of us even knew?

The boss knew. Sam knew. Swift.

Plus all those ELITE agents.

Ugh. Stupid ELITE.

With their stupid name and
stupid secret headquarters.

Lucy.

Are you jealous of NCIS: ELITE?

No.

Of course not.

Would have been nice to
be asked to join, though.

I'm gonna miss
these visits, Alexi.

I'm not going anywhere.

And neither are you.

Not until you tell
me where the fourth lab is

and what exactly Compound X is.

Now, I will agree

that you are the least
tiresome federal agent

that I have spoken to
in these past months.

And I must admit that I have
not been completely truthful.

Alexi?

Alexi? Alexi?

Guard!

I've got one question.

Only one?

What the hell is Compound X?

A biological weapon.

Unlike any we've ever seen.

Untraceable, airborne,
nearly incurable.

Okay.

And this is, this is for real?

I don't know. Maybe.

Probably.

He was our last
chance to stop it.

Everything's bagged and tagged.

Jesse's bringing
it back to Pearl.

The witnesses?

ELITE's gathering them,

bringing them all
back to Pearl, too.

Almost all of them.

There's one missing. Tom Kaliko.

Classification? Procurement.

He never entered the facility
but provided all the supplies.

Any priors?

Nothing. Solid citizen.

But he didn't show
up for work today

and he's not answering his cell.

I'll have Kai and
Lucy check it out.

Tom Kaliko had two years at
Hawai'i Community College,

served ten years in the Army

and has been working as a DoD
contractor since last May.

Doesn't sound
like a troublemaker.

Got a family?

Significant other?
No, lives alone.

Closest family is in Las Vegas.

Oh.

Aloha.

We're looking for Tom.

Oh, yeah. He's not here.

And you are?

Barry.

Friend from college.

From college?

That's right.

Have any idea where Tom is now?

He had to run an errand. I
can tell him you came by.

Don't mind waiting.
Kind of urgent.

Really not sure
when he'll be back.

It was a long errand.

Now, that's all good, Barry.

We're made of time.

Great.

Thanks.

So, college, huh?

You two fraternity brothers?

That's right.

Sigma Chi until we die.

I was gonna make a sandwich.

You want one?

Barry, I'm gonna need you to
take your hands off the knife,

put them behind your head.

That's an odd request.

Not a request, Barry.

Go, go, go!

Damn it.

He got away. You okay, Luce?

Yeah, I'm fine.

Tom not so much.

First contact
between Barry and Tom

we can find is five days ago.

Yeah, and in that time
he somehow convinced Tom

to bring poison
into the facility

but then kills him
when the job is done?

Yeah, we got no witnesses,

Barry's fingerprints
lead to nothing,

and he drove off
in an unmarked SUV.

You guys
are the best, huh?

Excuse me? THYME:
No, it's just, uh,

Sam Hanna said your team
was the best in the Pacific.

Mm. And so far, all you've done

is let your suspect
kill our only lead

and get away.

We didn't let him kill anyone.

Lucy, don't engage.

Hey, just saying.

Where we come from, you
got to earn your supper.

Mm-hmm.

And yet you have no problem

eating our snacks for free.

Hey. I got something

on our high-flying,
knife-throwing suspect.

Of course you do.

'Cause we're the best.

Well, I am, yes.

Excuse us.

Please tell us you got
a location on Barry.

No, but I got a starting point.

Okay, a identity? A DNA sample?

Cat in a hat.

Sorry now? Our suspect's tattoo.

Are you saying homicidal Barry
has a Cat in the Hat tattoo?

Not the Cat in the Hat.

A cat in a hat.

Russian mob prison ink.

Yeah, yeah, that tracks.

The Chemist used
to work for them.

I'll run it through
Europol and Interpol.

Maybe get an ID.

Okay. Wait.

What is it? No, no, it's just...

Russian mob went
through a lot of trouble

to try and break the
Chemist out of prison.

Why would they try
to kill him now?

Well, maybe 'cause they
knew they couldn't use him

and didn't want anyone else to.

Maybe.

Yeah, don't get me
wrong, I appreciate

being tagged in on the big case.

Just hoped it would have
been for my unique skill set.

You are a man of
manifold talents,

not least of which...
superior upper body strength.

Well, I got to keep it tight.

You know, for a man who
was being held prisoner,

he sure accumulated
a lot of stuff.

Though much of it is
alcohol-based.

Volkoff spent a lifetime
handling biological agents

that could kill him in
a dozen horrific ways.

So he was
understandably cautious.

Got something for me?

Yes.

Tea.

Appreciate the gesture.

But the clock is ticking
on our murdered... Drink.

Okay.

What do you think?

- It's
good. - Yeah.

Tastes, uh... earthy.

What is it?

The poison.

What's that now?

Oh, don't worry. It's
quite harmless to us.

Sadly, the same cannot
be said for Mr. Volkoff.

The earthy taste, by
the way, is spirulina.

Spirulina
is just an algae.

Not a poison.

Oh, it's just an algae to us.

But to a man who was
severely immunocompromised

after years of handling
biological toxins,

might as well be cyanide.

So, you're saying a spoonful

of health food
supplement killed him?

I'm saying dozens

of spoonfuls over the last week
triggered an acute reaction,

lowering his white
blood cell count.

His body revolted
and... he expired.

Tom Kaliko likely doused the tea

before delivering
it to the facility.

Yeah,
whoever the killer was

knew the weakness of
his immune system.

Well, considering we
didn't know about it

until my examination.

Suggests our suspect

knew the Chemist
very well indeed.

Wow.

It's a big screen.

You lost? Looking for Sam.

My contact in the Russian mob

may have a lead on your suspect.

You have a Russian mob
contact in Hawai'i?

No. St. Petersburg.

But he's high up in
the organization.

And what kind of lead does
he have on our suspect?

List of local hangouts
all over the island.

What's wrong?

Nothing. Yeah, it's a good list.

Am I missing something?

It's just about
every tourist trap

from here to the North Shore.

Like it was taken
out of a guidebook.

My contact's solid. JESSE: Okay.

Well, we don't want to
step on ELITE's toes, so

go with God.

Not sure how, uh, NCIS Regular

handles a killer on the loose,

but NCIS: ELITE goes hard.

No slack, full grind.

Listen, Little Jesse...

New Jesse.

Whatever.

You can grind it, grill it,

grope it for all I care.

But here, where the
adults solve crimes,

we like to work smart, not hard.

And what's smart
about this screen?

I'm running

a facial recognition algorithm

of my own creation that's
scanning every face

to enter Hawai'i by
commercial flight

or boat in the last month.

And comparing it to our suspect.

Yeah, I... I guess
that's pretty dope.

You hear
that, Old Jesse?

It's Original Jesse.

But, yeah, I heard.

New guy thinks we're dope.

This place is very impressive.

The walls are so thick.

Impenetrable.

Steel-reinforced.

They'll last forever.

It's what we call
Yankee ingenuity.

Mm.

Reminds me of Singidunum.

And what is that?

Ancient Roman city.

Though the name is Celtic.

I spent lots of time
over the last few years

walking around the ruins.

Magnificent.

The Romans, they also thought
that they were ingenious

and would last forever.

This a private party?

Next you're gonna
educate me on the, uh...

How long you two been here?

30 seconds. You?

Oh... longer than I should.

Did you get any sleep?

Sure. Last month.

Before I knew anything
about Compound X.

You thought reviewing
interrogation videos

would be a better
use of your time?

That's all we have left.

Like those ridiculous
Roman ruins

he wouldn't shut up about.

Fragments of what used to be.

You think he left
some sort of clue.

Like he knew he was
gonna be killed?

I don't
know what I think.

Compound X

whatever that is...
is still out there.

I need to find it.

We need to find it. And we will.

But you need some rest, okay?

Let your two best
teams take the ball.

Boom.

Fire. Yeah!

Ooh! Bro, I
just totally owned you.

All right, all
right, young buck.

You're still down seven games.

I'm still feel
very uncomfortable

you taught him Trash Ball

without Lucy and Kai's consent.

Come on. Double or nothing.

Let's go.

I'm feeling lucky.

I trust you didn't
call me up here

in the middle of the night
to show me that sad floater.

Uh, no. No. We did not. Ernie?

What do you know
about Gorod Bratva?

I know they're
one of the biggest players

in Russian organized crime.

The biggest.

Branching out from beyond
narcotics and prostitution

to arms dealing
and war brokering.

The Chemist worked for them,
manufacturing bio weapons

for the highest bidder...
until we got him.

Mystery Barry's real name

is Viktor Nemerov.

Button man for Bratva.

Arrived in Honolulu ten days ago

along with four of his closest
Russian gangster friends.

Any idea where they ended up?

From what we
could put together,

they bought a used SUV
off a car lot for cash

and then made their
way to the North Shore.

Ended up at the Sharks Cove Inn.

Cheap lodging. No questions.

Barry seems to be the
only one who ventured out.

Assuming they're
still there? They are.

Rosemary and Thyme have
been sitting on them

for the last hour.

Waiting for your word.

My word is gear up.

You might want to
hang back behind us

until all the heavy
lifting's done.

Then, you know, cuff
anyone who's left.

Think you can make it to
breach under all that bravado?

All right, guys.

There's plenty of Russian
gangster for everyone.

On my count.

Three, two,

one.

Federal agents!

Kitchen, kitchen!

Don't move!

Two down, first floor.

Two down, second floor.

We're missing one.

Stay down.

Please, please,
please! Don't hurt me.

How's the hostage?

Not sure.

Name's Analisa.

That's about as much as
Kai and I got out of her.

Well, she's been
through the ringer.

Don't know what to make of it.

Tied up in the
bathroom like that.

You think it's
human trafficking?

These guys were sent
here for one job only:

Kill the Chemist.

So, she's got to
be involved, right?

Just keep an eye on her

until she's safely back in NCIS.

So much for keeping
it quiet, huh?

I'd have preferred to
bring them in alive.

They had other ideas.

My guys did find something.

Excuse us.

This was hidden
behind the fridge.

Chock-full of every
classified video

of the Chemist we
kept on our server.

Proves Gorod Bratva
hacked ELITE's database.

Means they knew Volkoff
was cooperating.

You think they killed
him to cut losses?

We took down three
out of four labs.

Their losses were
already catastrophic.

Unless whatever's
in the fourth lab

is worth more than
the rest combined.

Compound X.

Let's hope our hostage has
some more information for us.

Analisa Cruz.

Filipino national.

PhD in organic chemistry.

I don't know why I'm here.

Curious about that
ourselves, Dr. Cruz.

You've lived in quite a few

interesting places
over the years:

Taipei, Karachi, even Moscow.

But never Hawai'i.

They took me here.

They dragged me
out of my apartment

in the middle of the night.

And we're sorry you
went through that.

According to our records,
the Chemist... Dr. Volkoff

was your employer?

Yes. Interesting
man to work for.

A literal war criminal.

I was just his
assistant. His assistant

in making biological weapons.

His assistant in
making phone calls

and dinner reservations.

You have a PhD from a prominent
international university.

And all you did was
make reservations?

Special Agent Swift.

Dr. Cruz has been
through a lot, maybe...

That's the price she pays

working for criminals.

And yet, I think
it's time we take...

It was a job.

Okay? It was a job
that I could get.

Did I know what he
was doing? Not fully.

By the time that I realized...

It's not like I could quit.

Oh, that is a touching story.

Let's step outside.

They beat me.

They locked me up,
they took me here, they

they caged me

like an animal. Which
took a lot of effort.

I mean it, Swift.

What do you want from me?!

I want to know why.

Why did they go to the trouble?

What do you have?!
Is it Compound X?

John! Now!

She needs to answer.

We already have the answer.

She knew about the
Chemist's habits.

What he ate, what he drank,

what he avoided and
why he avoided it.

You told the Russians about
his immune deficiency, right?

And, probably, how
they could exploit it.

They forced me. They hurt me.

They said that they would
kill me if I didn't.

I'm so sorry.

She's holding back.

How are we ever gonna find out
if you continue to berate her?

I was trying to get her to talk.

Well, you failed. We don't
have time to hold hands.

You didn't earn us
any more time, John.

You just made it harder
for her to trust us.

Crap.

Take a step back.

Take a breath.

And leave Dr. Cruz
alone for now.

John.

Yeah. Okay.

Get anything from Dr. Cruz?

The Russians coerced
her into telling them

how to kill the Chemist.

That's it for now.

Well, the laptop we
took from the Russians

is saying a lot more.

Uh, aside from having

the full catalogue of
Volkoff's interrogations.

I found this on
an encrypted file.

What is this, some sort of code?

Yeah. Not my wheelhouse.

Well, barely mine.
But it's not code.

Research notes.

And years of them.

It's like looking directly
into the brain of a genius

albeit a mad one

as he creates something
absolutely terrifying.

Compound X?

That's what I'm thinking.

Well, if this is
a formula for a bio agent,

why would the Russians
keep it in Hawai'i?

No, it's not a formula.
It's like a brainstorm.

Mostly shorthand.

I can basically follow it.

Enough to understand why
he had an immunodeficiency.

Uh, and why's that?

It's not unusual for scientists
to develop health problems.

Respiratory issues
from metal fumes,

blood disease from
chemical vapors,

liver problems from toxins.

Whatever Volkoff
was working with

broke his entire immune system.

And I think he
did it on purpose.

What exactly are you
telling us, Commander?

That I need to
speak with Dr. Cruz

as soon as humanly possible.

Dr. Analisa Cruz,
Dr. Carla Chase.

MD.

Sadly, nowhere near as
accomplished as you are

where biology is concerned.

Though I found your dissertation
on fabricating biomedical parts

to mimic living
tissue fascinating.

You read my dissertation?

Eh, I skimmed it.

To familiarize myself
with your work.

And also your turn of phrase,

which I see written all
over these formulas as well.

I believe you had
a hand in all this.

I was Dr. Volkoff's assistant.
I transcribed his work nightly.

Then you know what this is.

I'm sorry.

Stop apologizing, Dr. Cruz.

And please... start helping.

Because we really do need it.

As far as I can tell, Compound
X is like a sentient microbe

that enters the bloodstream...
It's more than that.

It tricks the immune system
into attacking itself.

And that's not
the end of it. No.

It's odorless, tasteless

and airborne.

A small amount of it
released in an enclosed space

can kill thousands in minutes.

This weapon

has he completed it?

Where is it now?

I don't know.

Well, we need to figure it out.

Because whoever finds it first

will have the biggest
breakthrough in modern warfare

since Oppenheimer
achieved nuclear fission.

We owe great debt to the
Romans. Government, art, science.

Architecture, philosophy.

I've learned so much
from studying their race.

Been looking for
you. I live here now.

Amongst the Romans?

I'll do less harm to the case.

But we need you upstairs.

You were right, John.

Volkoff was hiding
something big.

Compound X is real.

And it is worse than we thought.

Where?

Wherever this fourth
lab is located.

That is the question
I kept asking

and he kept avoiding.

We've been searching for weeks.

Well, ELITE scoured his travel.

And he has been jumping around.

Cape Town to Belgrade

to Kamchatka to Bern,

then back to Cape Town
before heading west.

Belgrade?

Yeah, just here
and there, though.

Usually a layover. Nothing long.

Look, I think we might
want to send someone

to South Africa, actually.

I already did.

He just liked the beaches.

But Belgrade...

He spent more time there
than you think. Singidunum.

The Roman city. From
his interrogation.

His obsession. He walked those
ancient ruins day after day,

blathered on endlessly.

Those ruins are in the
center of Belgrade, Jane.

That must be where the
fourth lab is hidden.

And that's where
we'll find Compound X.

There's a lot more people on
this mission than I'd like.

We left half our crew behind.

Yeah, but brought your ME
and a civilian instead.

I'm not here as an ME.

I've got real-world
field experience

dealing with bio weapons.

And Dr. Cruz
is the only one

who understands what
we're dealing with.

She can help us
contain Compound X.

We go to find this lab
first. Belgrade's a big city.

And we're going in blind.

Not totally blind. I had
Ernie do some digging.

Our Russian friends in Gorod
Bratva basically own the city.

Including several buildings
that could be our target.

And Cruz has no idea
where this lab could be?

She says she
never came in contact

with Compound X directly.

Okay.

Once we touch down,
ELITE will run point.

We'll recon these
locations and figure out

which one we need to hit.

How are we gonna do that?

Serbia's a non-permissive
environment.

We have no jurisdiction.

It's not a problem.

Kinda sounds like one.

This is what ELITE
was created for.

Power napping?

Going places they're not welcome

and solving problems before
anyone knows that they're there.

Okay. What about gear?

We can't bring our
weapons off the plane.

I got that covered.

I know a guy.

City's changed a little
bit since the '90s.

More cafés. Fewer air raids.

You were here during
the Kosovo War?

Not officially.

But I did spend three
days in a holding cell

of a police station
up the street.

I got to cross Belgrade
off my bucket list.

Really?

What else could possibly be
on Sam Hanna's bucket list?

That, my friend,
is classified. Well

luckily, this is not.

A butcher shop?

Best beef in Southeast Europe.

I'll have to take
your word on the beef,

'cause there's no
way I'm eating here.

Jane freaking Tennant?

I woke up with feeling

it was going to be an
interesting day today.

I said so.

Didn't I, Papa?

I did. I did.

Oh...

She is my very good friend, yes?

My bosom buddy.

I see that. And,
uh, who are you?

Captain America?

Milos Vukicevic, meet Sam Hanna.

Captain America
works, too. Please!

In this family, we hug, huh? Mm.

Papa!

Four for lunch.

We gonna eat good today,

Captain America, huh?

Nobody makes pecenje
like my daddy.

You know, we wouldn't
want to impose.

It is not a problem, eh?

Papa loves to cook, mm?

See? Now, come.

Let us make up an appetite, eh?

Come, please.

We're in a
bit of a rush, Milos.

Okay, okay.

There's no rush among family,

but yes, of course,
how can I help?

Not sure that you can. Oh.

You are without faith
in good old Milos?

I don't blame you. Let
me make you surprise.

Give him the list, Sam.

As you can see, it's extensive.

Oh, yes. Yes.

Yes, very impressive.

But do you know what they
call me, Captain America?

The Merchant of Belgrade.

That's me. And do you know why?

Because there is nothing
I cannot provide.

I also have some shoulder
mounted rocket launchers

in the basement. Very nice.

We're not trying to
start a war, just

prevent one.

Well, you may not have choice.

Gorod Bratva knows you're here.

And how is that possible?

They ask me. I answer.

You told them where
we were? Trust me.

Bad life choice to
lie to Gorod Bratva.

Lev Fedorov called me himself.

Lev Fedorov, as in...

The Godfather, yes.

Okay, look, I am not loving
that you turned us in to him.

Lev Fedorov doesn't
ask questions

he doesn't already
know answers to.

He's been tracking
you since Hawai'i.

Which means they
know why we're here.

We're gonna have to
skip lunch, Milos.

Let's go, baby.

Y'all seem excited
to get out there.

We train 12 months a year for
the one day we get to kick ass.

You do know in
success you're finding

a deadly bio weapon.

That's what ELITE's all about.

Cool.

What about what it
stands for... ELITE?

Can we tell him?

Elevated logistics,
intelligence and tactics.

That's only four initials.
What about the last E?

Last E's silent.

You're not gonna need the gear.

I'm not going on the raid?

We're going into the
Lion's Den instead.

You're telling
me that inside

this restaurant is the
head of the biggest

Russian crime organization
in the world? Lev Fedorov.

He's been tracking our
movements since the Chemist

came to Hawai'i last year.

So what are we doing here?

I'm gonna give
him what he wants.

Me.

And you're gonna
bring the car around

and keep the engine running.

Just in case.

Boss, this is a really bad idea.

The worst.

Okay, as long as we both agree.

Lev Fedorov.

Jane Tennant, NCIS.

We need to talk.

I'd have to arrest them all.

Come.

Sit.

We drink.

I'm on duty.

In a country where
you have no power?

Enough reason to drink.

You caused a lot of

personnel problems for me,

Jane Tennant of NCIS.

Well, maybe you shouldn't have
tried to break Alexi Volkoff

out of federal prison.

Or murdered him,
for that matter.

You speak in half-truths.

The Chemist was a profit center.

It's bad business to
murder a profit center.

You don't have to lie to me.

As you said, I
have no power here.

I never lie.

Alexi was a friend.

So

You kidnapped
Volkoff's assistant.

Then sent her and five
killers to Hawai'i

out of friendship? No.

Out of an abundance of caution.

I needed to know
what he told you.

If he had revealed his secrets.

Compound X.

We know.

This casual tone suggests
you know nothing.

I know you had
him build a weapon

that could kill
hundreds of thousands.

And you probably have it now.

Again.

Half-truths.

I asked for it, yes.

But once it was complete,

I wanted nothing to do with it.

And why is that?

I'm a businessman.

You cannot do business
with the dead.

It's here, though.

In Belgrade.

Yes.

So tell me where.

We'll take it away, destroy it.

And why would I do that?

Because

then you can go
back to business.

And you'll have made a
new friend in the U.S.

A friend who will
owe you a favor.

What kind of favor?

A personal one.

Tennant got confirmation
from Lev Fedorov

that Compound X is in
a condemned section

of the city's old power plant.

We're arriving now.

And we're
just gonna trust

the head of the
Russian mob on this?

Supposedly,
the man never lies.

But ELITE's
ready for anything.

It's good location
for a secret lab.

That's where they
make the electricity,

so no one will notice how much

they borrow and no one will go

out of their way for a visit.

All right, what's the plan here?

Okay, they breach the facility.

Locate the lab and have
Dr. Cruz find Compound X.

Chase is waiting on the plane
to secure it for travel.

Should be 20
minutes, round trip.

Provided we don't
meet resistance.

Whistler's
trying to back-channel

with her contacts in the
Serbian secret police

to give us a window
to operate in.

We're at the target.

Switching on body cams,
going to radio silence.

Airlock secure.

Okay, clear! Dr. Cruz,
do your thing.

I got it.

It's here.

Doesn't look so mean.

Just be super careful loading
them into the case, yeah?

We have
finished the bottle.

And yet here you sit,

sober as a nun.

And here I am

drunk as a priest.

Be honest.

You are a little bit Russian.

Hmm?

Russki.

No.

But I have spent enough
time in Moscow bars

to know when to drink.

And when to appear
to be drinking.

Ha!

You've been honest with me.

And I'll be honest
with you back.

You were wrong about
my men in Hawai'i.

How so, Lev?

You said

that they kidnapped Dr. Cruz

and brought her to the island.

But she was already there.

In Hawai'i.

For weeks.

It's safe now.

We're good.

Rosemary, take
a photo of the canisters.

Send them back to HQ.

Check.

I'm gonna go
bring the van around.

Keep your eyes open, hmm?

Wait a minute.

I'm only counting
four canisters here.

Could have sworn
there were five.

Please tell me we did not
leave one back in the lab.

Masks! Masks!

Hey, Jane Tennant, while
you've been partying

with the Russians, we've
been getting the job done.

Sam, listen to me.

Cruz cannot be trusted.
She's been lying to us.

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