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("CRUSHING IT" BY THE SONIC HIJACKERS PLAYING)

? 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... ?

(TIRES SCREECH)

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 GRUNTS)

(CROWD GASPS)

(GROANING)

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.

ROSEMARY: 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.

TENNANT: Welcome

to the NCIS: ELITE secret holding facility.

You are now three of 30 people

who know it exists.

SAM: 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?

SAM: He's been here ever since.

Feeding us intel on his bioweapons caches.

As far as DoD is concerned,

Alexi Volkoff is the most valuable

and sensitive asset that we have right now.

THYME: And he's NCIS: ELITE's responsibility.

Okay, so why are we being read in?

TENNANT: Because at 8:00 a.m. this morning...

... Alexi Volkoff was murdered.

? ?

JESSE: What happened here?

He was in the middle of an interrogation.

One minute, he's Chatty Cathy...

THYME: 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.

JESSE: Great.

Well, we'll need our gear.

It's already here.

LUCY: We'll also need Commander Chase.

TENNANT: She just landed.

The hood's a little overkill.

Agreed, but she requested it.

I find sensory deprivation invigorating. Don't you?

- (SAM CHUCKLES) - Where's the patient?

TENNANT: Jesse,

would you mind showing her?

You're Jesse, too?

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

- How about New Jesse? - 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.

CHASE: 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.

(GASPS) 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.

SWIFT: I assure you, his interrogator

is feeling just fine.

Aside from feeling very frustrated.

CHASE: 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.

JESSE: 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.

VOLKOFF: 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.

SWIFT: I'm gonna miss these visits, Alexi.

VOLKOFF: I'm not going anywhere.

And neither are you.

SWIFT: Not until you tell me where the fourth lab is

and what exactly Compound X is.

VOLKOFF: 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.

(GRUNTING)

SWIFT: Alexi?

Alexi? Alexi?

- Guard! - (TV BEEPS)

I've got one question.

Only one?

What the hell is Compound X?

SWIFT: A biological weapon.

Unlike any we've ever seen.

Untraceable, airborne, nearly incurable.

(EXHALES): 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.

LUCY: 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.

BARRY: Go, go, go!

(TIRES SCREECHING)

KAI: Damn it.

He got away. You okay, Luce?

LUCY: 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.

ROSEMARY: You guys are the best, huh?

(SCOFFS)

- 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.

THYME: Hey, just saying.

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

Mm-hmm.

KAI: 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.

(CLAPS) 'Cause we're the best.

Well, I am, yes.

KAI: 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.

KAI: 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.

(BOOM-BOOM GRUNTS)

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. - (DOOR CLOSES)

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?

- (CLEARS THROAT) It's good. - BOOM-BOOM: Yeah.

Tastes, uh... earthy.

What is it?

- The poison. - (GAGS)

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.

BOOM-BOOM: 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?

CHASE: 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.

BOOM-BOOM: Yeah, whoever the killer was

knew the weakness of his immune system.

Well, considering we didn't know about it

until my examination.

TENNANT: Suggests our suspect

knew the Chemist very well indeed.

(LOCK BEEPS, DOOR OPENS)

Wow.

It's a big screen.

- You lost? - Looking for Sam.

My contact in the Russian mob

may have a lead on your suspect.

(SCOFFS)

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.

(LAUGHS)

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.

(WHISTLES)

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

- (SCOFFS) - 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.

SWIFT: 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.

TENNANT: This a private party?

SWIFT: 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?

SWIFT: I don't know what I think.

Compound X...

whatever that is... is still out there.

I need to find it.

(PHONES BUZZING)

We need to find it. And we will.

But you need some rest, okay?

Let your two best teams take the ball.

NEW JESSE: Boom.

- Fire. - Yeah!

- (GROANS) - 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?

(SCOFFS) 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 bioweapons

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?

JESSE: 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?

JESSE (OVER COMMS): All right, guys.

There's plenty of Russian gangster for everyone.

On my count.

Three, two,

one.

Federal agents!

Kitchen, kitchen!

Don't move!

(GUNFIRE)

(GUNFIRE)

(GRUNTS)

Two down, first floor.

Two down, second floor.

- We're missing one. - (CLATTERING NEARBY)

(GRUNTS)

KAI: Stay down.

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

(INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER)

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.

(SCOFFS)

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.

(SHORT CHUCKLE)

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

SWIFT: 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?!

SWIFT: 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.

(SCOFFS)

(SOBBING): I'm so sorry.

(DOOR OPENS)

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.

(SIGHS) Crap.

Take a step back.

Take a breath.

And leave Dr. Cruz alone for now.

(PHONE VIBRATES)

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.

ERNIE: 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.

TENNANT: Well, if this is a formula for a bioagent,

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.

(DOOR OPENS)

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.

VOLKOFF: 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 bioweapons.

TENNANT: And Dr. Cruz is the only one

who understands what we're dealing with.

She can help us contain Compound X.

We got 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.

JESSE: Including several buildings that could be our target.

And Cruz has no idea where this lab could be?

CHASE: 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.

SAM: It's not a problem.

CHASE: 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 caf�s. 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.

(CHUCKLES) 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.

(SIGHS) 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?

(SHORT CHUCKLE) 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? - (CHUCKLES)

Milos Vukicevic, meet Sam Hanna.

- Captain America works, too. - Please!

(LAUGHS)

(PATS BACK)

- 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.

TENNANT: 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.

(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)

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. (GRUNTS)

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 bioweapon.

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.

JESSE: 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.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Lev Fedorov.

Jane Tennant, NCIS.

We need to talk.

I'd have to arrest them all.

(MEN LAUGHING)

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.

(CHUCKLES)

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.

SWIFT: And we're just gonna trust

the head of the Russian mob on this?

SAM: Supposedly, the man never lies.

NEW JESSE: 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.

LUCY: 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?

FEDEROV: 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.

- (LAUGHS) - 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!

(LAUGHING)

You've been honest with me.

(CHUCKLES)

And I'll be honest with you back.

(CLEARS THROAT)

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. (LAUGHS)

For weeks.

It's safe now.

We're good.

NEW JESSE: Rosemary, take a photo of the canisters.

Send them back to HQ.

Check.

SAM: 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!

(GRUNTING)

Hey, Jane Tennant, while you've been partying

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

TENNANT: Sam, listen to me.

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

(COUGHING, GURGLING)

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