All language subtitles for NCIS - S13E15 - React.en

We got to hurry up.
Bell's in ten minutes.

School's a block away.
Relax.

We can't be late.

Ow.

You okay?

Yeah, no, there's a rock
or something stuck in my shoe.

Oh.

There. I got it.

Thanks.

What if your
mom drives by?

(sighs)

Is this about my mother again?

I can't help it.
She terrifies me.

You know she's got
eyes everywhere.

One misstep,
and I'll end up at Gitmo.

I think those video games
are making you paranoid.

Hey, it's just a kiss, okay?

Nothing bad's gonna happen.

Trust me.

(vehicle approaching)

(tires screech)

Do not move!

I didn't do anything. Stop!
We got a second there.

Move.
Hey. Wait, wait!

Inside!
Where are you taking us?

Now! Okay, okay, okay.
No!

Package secure. Critical!
Let's go! Go! Go!

(tires screeching)

♪ ♪

(elevator bell dings)

Hey. What, did you grind
those beans yourself?

What Tony means
is thank you, McGee.

You are welcome.
Hmm.

Oh, you forgot one
for Gibbs.

(Tony and McGee chuckle)

(chuckles) What?

Oh, sweet probie. So naive.

(chuckles)

Gibbs isn't coming to this.

Uh, but Director Vance said
the advanced tactical session

is mandatory.

Right. And when was the last time
you saw Gibbs do anything mandatory?

You know, maybe he's got
the right idea.

I mean, look at us.

I am
a particularly seasoned agent.

I could probably teach
this class.

Technically, you couldn't.

Only NCIS agents
from the Regional

Enforcement Action
Capabilities Team

are authorized
to be instructors.

Oh, look at you, with
all the textbook fancy stuff.

All right,
I'll make you a bet.

By the end
of our little training session,

they're gonna want me to lead
this REACT team.

Unless they have
an age limit.

(elevator bell dings)

Timothy Farragut McGee,

you are a sight

for sore eyes.

Val?

Wow.

Farragut? I knew
he had a middle name.

Oh, my God. What-what
are you doing in D.C.?

I'm leading
this training session.

Wait, when did you join REACT?
Six months ago,

after I finished my tour
in Afghanistan.

Traded one unit for another.
You know what, that makes

a lot of sense, 'cause you were
always up for a challenge.

You being my favorite.

Oh, well, thank you.

(clears throat)

Hi.

We're over here.

Sorry. Uh,
Tony, Bishop,

meet, uh, NCIS Special
Agent Valerie Page.

Oh. Tim's told me all about you.

Nice to put the faces
to the names.

How do you two know each other?
Oh, we go way back.

We're both Navy brats.
Yeah, we... Our parents were stationed

on the same bases together.
Rota, Alameda...

And don't forget Japan.
(chuckles) Right.

(chuckles)

Fond memories.
(chuckles)

Konnichi wa.

(chuckles)

Sorry. Continue.
(phone chimes)

Ooh, that's me.

(phones chiming)

It's all of us.
What is it?

SECNAV's daughter's
been kidnapped.

Well, my headache
just got worse.

Ah. The ever-chipper

Special Agent Fornell.
Rough start to the morning.

Didn't even get
my cup of coffee.

Give me that.

(gulps)

What the hell is that?

It's herbal tea.

Desmond?
Yes, sir.

Would you toss that?
You got it.

Agent Fornell,
have you seen Gibbs?

He's with Secretary Porter.

So, what do we know?
At 0750,

a neighbor witnessed
Megan Porter and a classmate,

Dean Campbell,

being forced into a black SUV
by armed assailants.

Any luck getting a GPS fix
on either of their cells?

We checked that.
They're both turned off.

BISHOP: I'll call Abby, see if she can
turn them back on remotely.

Has there been any communication
with the kidnappers?

It's too soon.

They'll settle somewhere first.

They'll probably make contact

within the next 12 hours.

Any idea who's behind it?

Somebody with as high a profile
as the Secretary of the Navy?

How much time you got?

(recorded): Hi, this is Megan.
Sorry I missed your call...

(sighs) Megan's phone
keeps going to voicemail.

Whoever took her knew
we'd trace it.

Well,

I have to keep trying.

Has her father been contacted?

I called him

as soon as I got word.

He's on a business trip
in New York.

He's on his way back.
Megan mention seeing

anyone suspicious
over the past few weeks?

No.

Did she say anything
about being followed?

No.

Nothing like that.
This classmate,

Dean Campbell,
what do you know about him?

Everything.

I had
my personal security assistant

check him out a few months ago.

He's dating my daughter.
I had to have him vetted.

What do you know
about his family?

Dean's parents
are curators at the Smithsonian.

I hardly think
they're cause for concern.

Pardon me. Boss, can we talk?

Hi, this is Megan.
Sorry I missed your call...

Abby reactivated
Dean Campbell's cell phone.

It's pinging at a location
five miles from here.

Front's clear.

Back's clear.

It's been bleached.

(muffled screaming)

It's Dean.

(grunting, panting)

(panting):
They have her.

They have Megan.
Where'd they take her?

I don't know.
I tried to stop them,

I swear.

Please,

you got to find her.

Why would they
leave Dean behind?

He wasn't part
of the plan.

So much for catching up.

How long you sticking
around D.C.?

Only until I get your team's
training out of the way.

Well, under the circumstances,
that may take a while.

(chuckling):
Hey.

So, giving your childhood BFF
the grand tour?

Well, I've been here before.

Are these walls more orange
than I remember?

So, what was it like
being military kids,

moving to a new base
every few years?

It had its ups and downs.

Got to meet a few nice people
along the way.

Yeah. Plus, we got
to travel the world.

Yeah.

Do you remember
our train ride to Austria?

Oh, yes, I do. I still have
those lederhosen, by the way.

(chuckling): Oh.
Whoa,

Timothy Von Trapp.

I can see you frolicking
in the hills.

You must have driven
those Frauleins crazy.

Oh. The girls on the base
did have a nickname for him.

McStudmuffin.

What? Really?

Really.

It's like we've entered

the Twilight Zone.

Give me an update.

Ah. Yes, the SUV used
in the kidnapping was stolen.

Reported yesterday
from a residence in Chevy Chase.

Abby's processing it for prints now.
McGEE: Spoke with

Director Vance at the summit
in Brussels.

He wants
to be updated hourly.

Dean Campbell?
BISHOP: Released from the hospital

and his parents
brought him here.

I escorted them
to the conference room.

You two, go.

Where are we on suspects?

It's a pretty wide net, boss.

We need some time
to narrow it down.

I could lend a hand.

NCIS Special Agent Valerie Page,

from the Northeast field office.

I'm instructing your team's
advanced tactics training.

She's actually part
of NCIS's REACT unit.

They're-they're trained
for high-risk cases like this.

I think we should loop 'em
in, you know, being REACT.

Regional Enforcement...

I know what it means.

We got it covered.

Oh, I'm sure you do.
But seeing as I'm stuck here,

you might as well
put me to work.

Couldn't hurt to have
another agent lending a hand,

could it?

We'll see.

I think he likes you.

Some of it's still a blur.

Just tell us
what you can remember.

Did you see how many there were?

Three men got out
and grabbed us.

There was another one up front,
the driver.

Anyone in the passenger seat?
I don't think so.

But when we pulled over,
someone was waiting for them.

That's when I got knocked out.
What about

any distinguishing
characteristics--

accents? Tattoos?
No.

But I am positive
that they were military trained.

Special Forces, even.
What makes you

say that?
The shorthand they used.

"Copy that," "exfil," "klicks"--
that sort of thing.

Plus, they were
each strapped

with a Sig Sauer Mark-25

with a SureFire X300 light
mounted on the Picatinny rail.

SpecOps Ten: Echo Force?

It's one of the guns
in the video game.

SECNAV?

Inside. She asked for a minute.

Anything from the kidnappers?

Radio silence.

(indistinct shouting)

(sighs) We're wasting time.

I wouldn't do that
if I were you.

SECNAV's inside
with her ex-husband

and his girlfriend.

PORTER: I have agents working
around the clock on this!

MAN:
That's not good enough!

Makes me miss Diane.
PORTER: Richard,

we're done here.

Gentlemen, I apologize.

Please come in.

Agents Gibbs and Fornell,

this is Richard Porter,
uh, my daughter's father,

and his partner, Justine Wolfe.

I'm tired of meeting
agent after agent.

None of 'em have any answers.

Richard, calm down.
They're on our side.

Our side? Trust me, you'd do
well to stay out of this.

Don't threaten her, Sarah.
I'm not threatening her, Richard.

JUSTINE: Enough, okay? Everyone's
on edge. Let's just...

just take a breath.

Were you able to get
any more detail from Dean?

He described the assailants
as military trained.

This could be
politically motivated.

(scoffs) I knew the moment
you took this job,

our daughter's life
would be in danger.

I mean, how many times did I say
Megan needed a security detail?

It wasn't protocol.

To hell with protocol.
My daughter's been abducted.

Richard, stop.
You're not helping matters.

Time is a critical factor

in situations like this,
Madam Secretary.

We need to know
who we're dealing with.

Once I took office,

I recommended base closures,

I denied companies
government contracts,

and I made changes
to military policy.

Every decision creates
new enemies.

How specific
do you want me to get?

What about within the
special operations community?

Well, once the combat exclusion
policy was lifted,

I ordered all fields
opened to women.

But old roots run deep,

and there were a few
in Naval Special Warfare Command

who pushed back.

How hard?

One officer chose

to speak out publicly
against my decision.

And with the full support
of the Navy,

he was relieved of his command.

Who?

Commander Christian Brodrick.

So what do you think
of the Northeast?

It's cold.

I can't handle another
Snowpocalypse, Snowmageddon,

or some other snow disaster,
you know?

I'm ready for something different.
Of course.

Still the same. Never liked to
stay in one place for too long.

First, you were gen crim,
then agent afloat,

then deployed
with the troops overseas,

and now you're part
of the REACT team.

You know, it's kind
of hard to keep up.

Yeah, well, it's in my blood.
What about you?

13 years at headquarters.

You must be itching to leave.

Actually, I'm not.

No, I'm happy, you know?

My team is my family.

It's actually really nice
to put down roots.

You should try it sometime.

Don't hold your breath.

(grunting)

Christian Brodrick.

Hi.

NCIS. We'd like to ask you
a few questions

about your falling out
with Secretary Porter.

I wouldn't call it
a falling out.

PAGE:
What would you call

being relieved of duty
and forced into retirement?

Inevitable.

Enlightenment.

Refreshing.

Where were you this morning
between 7:00 and 8:00 a.m.?

At my house.

Why? What's this all about?

The Secretary of the Navy's
daughter has been abducted.

My God.

That's awful.

And you think I had something
to do with it?

Did you?
No, ma'am.

SECNAV and I had
differing views.

When I voiced my concerns
over her plan,

I never should've done it
so publicly.

It was insubordinate.

She was just doing her job.

I don't harbor any ill will
towards her for that.

Do you know anyone
who might have?

The men I serve with are
the men I trusted with my life.

I will not besmirch
any of their good names

with speculation.

Now, if you'll excuse me.

(siren chirps)

Alongi, take the front.
Sir.

Cruz...

you're on roving patrol.

Ma'am.

(sighs)

Are all of you in every room?

I can leave.

I'm-I'm sorry. It's fine.

(clears throat)

You made coffee?

(sets cup down)
Uh-huh.

Well, to be honest, I could use
something a little stronger.

Your liquor cabinet's locked.

You know, I-I've had days
where I felt like

the world's worst parent,

but today solidifies my reign.
There's nothing

you could've done.
That's a lie, and we both know it.

My daughter
was targeted

because of who I am.

And Richard was right
to blame me.

He's scared.
So am I.

And so is Megan.
And every second that passes,

I can't help but think

of what she must be
going through.

Terrified and alone.

And God knows where
they're keeping her

or if she's hurt...

We're gonna find your daughter

and we're gonna bring her home.

(phone rings)

FORNELL: Run the trace.

It's a blocked call.

That's them.
We're starting the trace.

Remember what
we talked about.

Stay calm,
keep him talking.

Hello?

MAN: You've been very patient

waiting for my call,
Madam Secretary.

As have the agents
waiting with you.

I want to speak to my daughter.

You're not in a position
to make demands.

Rest assured Megan is fine.

Whether she stays that way
is up to you.

What is it that you want?

Your attention. Do I have it?

Yes.

Good. 'Cause if you want
to see your daughter again,

it'll cost you
ten million dollars.

You have 24 hours.

(line disconnects)

Excuse me.

Ransom money.

So much for being
politically motivated.

If that's all
they're after,

why target SECNAV?

(elevator bell dings)

(sighs heavily)
So, what do you got, Abbs?

Tony, what are you doing here?

I didn't call you.
I'm not ready.

What do you mean?
You're always ready.

Ooh. Salt in my wound.

I like the tie-dye.

(groans) Well,

the kidnappers bleach bomb

not only destroyed
my favorite coveralls,

but also eliminated
every bit of evidence.

You got nothing?

I've been over it
three times now,

and... there's nothing.

No DNA, no prints,
nothing, nada.

This thing is cleaner
than my lab.

Nothing is cleaner
than your lab.

Aw. Well, I would
give you a hug,

but I don't want to turn
your nice suit

into a Jackson Pollock.

I appreciate that.
Okay.

Maybe fourth time's
the charm.

Hey, one more thing.

What do you know
about Special Agent Page?

McGee's Special Agent Page?
Aha. What does that mean?

What do you mean by that?
What do you mean by that?

What do you mean by that?
Abby. You know something.

I know about her front tooth,
and I've said enough already.

Mm. Abby?
Look,

Page is just...

a part of McGee's history.

Now shoo.

I have to get back to work.

"Shoo," said the shoe-tail. Hm.

Okay, well, then I guess
I won't be able to tell you

the middle name McGee's
been holding out on us.

Farragut.

(trilling, elevator bell dings)

(elevator bell dings)
Does everybody know?

Got it. Thanks.

FBI tracked the ransom call
to a burner phone

purchased at a Baltimore
gas station in cash.

Any security footage?
No such luck.

Well, same with
Christian Brodrick here.

Alibi checks out.
Three of his neighbors saw him

walking his dogs during the time
of the kidnapping.

Could Brodrick
be orchestrating it

from behind the scenes?
I doubt it.

Besides the fact that he's got
a glowing service record,

he comes from a family
with some pretty serious money.

Look at this.

BISHOP: Whoa.

That's a lot of zeroes.

If he wanted
ten million dollars,

he wouldn't have had to go
that far to find it.

Neither would SECNAV.

What'd you find?

Megan Porter had
a kidnap-and-ransom policy

taken out on her three years ago
by SECNAV herself.

For how much?
Exactly ten million dollars.

PORTER:
What exactly are you implying?

GIBBS: The ransom number
is not a coincidence.

FORNELL: Someone knew about
the policy you had on Megan.

Wait a second.
So this is true?

You took out a ten million
dollar insurance policy

on our daughter?

It's standard
operating procedure

for all key government officials
and their children, Richard.

And you didn't feel the need
to discuss this with me,

her father?

(phone rings)

It's them.

Why so soon?
It hasn't been 24 hours.

Someone's moving up
the timeline.

Yes?

MAN: Do you have the money?

First let me talk
to my daughter.

Not until we get what we want.

What are you doing?

He's testing you. Push back--
let him know you're serious.

Are you out of your mind?
What if he doesn't call back?

He will.

(phone rings)

Hello?

Mom?
Megan.

Mom, please,
I-I want to come home.

Megan, honey, listen to me.

Everything's gonna be okay,
I promise.

Megan?

MAN: I hope you keep your word,
Madam Secretary.

You'll have your money.

2:00 p.m. The fountain
at the Haverford Mall.

You hand over the ransom,
I'll hand over your daughter.

And no police.

They only complicate matters.
(line disconnects)

TONY: The shopping center
has 22 consumer access points,

not including the parking
structure and service areas.

FORNELL: We'll have
multiple agents surveilling

both the interior
and the exterior.

McGee and Bishop.
McGee is placing trackers

in the ransom bag,
and Bishop's linking up

with the mall security feed.

DiNozzo, you run point
from MTAC with Bishop.

McGee and I'll be on the ground
with eyes on Fornell.

Once I make the exchange
and retrieve Megan,

you'll move in.

The hell you are.

What kind of game
are you playing?

They said they wanted me
to drop off the money.

I'm here, and I fully intend
on doing so.

No, we can't let
you do that.

Let me?
I don't take orders

from you, Agent Gibbs.

You are a walking file
of classified information.

Putting you at risk means
we risk countless others.

They want the ransom money,
not military intelligence.

We don't even know who they are.

Gibbs is right-- it's
a threat to national security.

Then who do you suggest
does make the exchange?

They said no cops--
have you looked in the mirror?

You look like an MP,
you look like a fed,

and you look like
Sonny Crockett.

Don Johnson or Colin Farrell?

They're gonna know
it's a setup.

Not if I do it.

If they were fine
with Megan's mother,

they're not gonna mind
her father.

Richard, these are
dangerous people.

Who have our daughter.

Getting her back
is all that matters.

Tell me what I need to do.

TONY (over radio): Go for
the high and tight, McGee.

Accentuate those
feminine features.

Tony, I was a model.

When you were undercover.

And you failed at it.

Why does everyone
keep forgetting this?

BISHOP: Comms check.
Gibbs, Fornell, you read me?

Copy that, loud and clear.

With eyes on Porter.

Copy that. Standing by.

Where are we on the feed
from Porter's pin cam?

Still working on it.

There's some sort
of interference.

Right, well, tick-tock.

It's almost 2:00.

(sighs) It feels weird
to just stand here and watch.

I'm too type A
for this.

TONY: So what happened?
Gibbs give you the brush-off?

I get the sense
he thinks I'm the enemy.

Well, you're not.

Unless you're one
of his ex-wives.

Or a lawyer.

Gibbs has been here since
Mark Wahlberg was Marky Mark,

and you show up
with your acronym

telling him he needs help
doing his own job?

But that's not what I've said.

That's what he heard.

(sighs)
REACT agents are NCIS agents.

We're on the same team.

Gibbs' team is different.

(whispers):
So I've noticed.

(chuckles)

(sighs) Public takedowns
make me nervous.

Too much of
a wildcard.

Don't worry.

Tim McGee's very
good at his job.

I know-- Tim can
take care of himself.

So can you,
from what I've heard.

Oh. Why?
What did he tell you?

He may have mentioned...

the time you kissed that guy.

I was undercover.

Porter's camera's up.

(phone ringing)

Here we go.

Hello.

MAN: Where's Secretary Porter?

Well, there's been
a slight change in plans.

But I have your money.

This is a dangerous game
you're playing.

No, no, no, no,
no tricks, no games.

I just want my daughter.

Take the stairs to the parking
structure, lower level.

Go.

Porter's on the move.

♪ ♪

Okay, he's taking the stairs
to the lower level

of the parking structure.

Start walking down
until you see the red pickup.

Looking for a red pickup.

TONY: All right, we got a visual
100 yards ahead on the left.

(tires squeal)

Got movement.

That's close enough.

(muffled scream)
RICHARD: Megan?

Drop the money.

(Megan screams)

Confirmed visual
on suspects.

Armed, gray cargo van,
lower level.

(Megan sobbing)

(Megan continues sobbing)

Okay, you have
the money.

Now, give me my daughter!

(sobs)

Slight change of plans.

Daddy!

(screams)

(tires squealing)
Go! Go!

(grunting)

(car alarms blaring)

McGEE:
Car exploded.

Gibbs and Fornell are down.

(car alarms blaring)

(alarms continue over speaker)

Gibbs?

McGee?

Answer me.

Gibbs?

We need backup now.

(car alarms continue)

Ducky...

I told you, I'm fine.

Thank you for your expert
medical opinion, Jethro,

but I will be
the judge of that.

I almost called your Dr. Taft.

That explosion could have given
you severe internal injuries.

At least McGee and Fornell
had the common sense

to go to the hospital.
Yes,

which is why I do not have
the time to sit around.

Unless you are a surgeon,

there's nothing you can do
about Mr. Porter.

And if you keel over
you're not gonna be much help

in finding SECNAV's daughter.

Now, sit down.

I positively hate it
when you make me talk like that.

You make me
sound like my mother.

It's effective.
(chuckles)

I should've never
let 'em get away.

Well, you have a BOLO out.

The airports
and train stations are on alert.

You'll find them.

They got their ransom.

Why are they still
holding onto Megan?

Well, perhaps it's not only
the money they're after.

Hello, who are you?

Special Agent Page.
Sorry to interrupt.

Bishop said you were
looking for me.

Thanks, Duck.

(chuckles)

(elevator bell dings)

(elevator bell dings)

I'd ask
if you were all right,

but you don't seem like
the "lean on me" type.

Or the verbal type.

You got a pen?

What?

A pen.

Uh, okay. Here.

Can you do it or not?

Yeah.

(elevator bell dings)
See what I can do.

Okay, thanks.
Keep us posted.

Richard Porter
is still in surgery.

Bullet missed
his vest, but they

managed to stop the bleeding.

That's a bit of good news, at least.
Yeah.

(elevator bell dings)
Well, here comes some more.

McGee, Agent Fornell,

glad you guys are back.
You know,

I hate hospitals.
Can't shake the smell of antiseptic.

You know what I'm saying?
Will you stop complaining?

You're not the one
who had to drop trou

in front of Nurse Ratched.

Mm.
Where's Gibbs?

He's, um, upstairs,
MTAC, talking to Vance.

What?

No, just...
It's a nice look--

the neon chin strap.

Did you guys stop by a rave

on the way back
from the hospital?

Look, the ER

ran out of bandages, okay?
They had to borrow

from Pediatrics.
Kind of hard

to take you guys seriously
with those on.

Is it?

As Tony was saying,
we were doing background

on Richard Porter
and found something interesting

about his company,
D-TAV Biofuel.

Turns out they are in some
serious financial trouble.

Millions of dollars
in debt, and it's only

a matter of time
before they become insolvent.

How deep a monetary hole
is Richard in?

TONY: Zero.

Porter is the CEO, but he has no
financial investment in D-TAV,

so if the company goes under,
all he loses is his job.

Hardly motive
for a kidnapping.

Not for Richard,
but it was for Justine Wolfe.

His girlfriend?

And business partner.

D-TAV was her vision.

Over the last
few years, she sunk

over five million dollars
into the company.

If they went under,

Justine stood to lose
more than anyone.

Very WASPy.

Kind of reminds me of home.

Uh, a little showy
for my taste.

I bet you grew up with dolls
that didn't even have faces.

That's an Amish thing.

I know.

Tony, look.

(coughs)

It's empty.

Let it air out.

She must have left in a hurry.

She didn't get very far.

(elevator bell dings)

Gibbs. Okay,
I'm ready this time.

So go ahead, ask me,
ask me, ask me.

Got anything?

You know better than to
ask me that, Gibbs.

You know
I found something.

So when the kidnappers
abandoned the van at the mall,

they didn't have time
to bleach-bomb it

like they did the SUV,

and I found this
on the floor.

Megan Porter's class ring.
I ran an analysis on it

and I found a DNA profile

on one of
the jewel's prongs.

She scratched one
of her attackers, Gibbs.

Clever girl.
Yup. So I ran that DNA

through the system
and I got a hit.

Owen Dixon, 38,
former overseas operative

for Wynnewood Security Services.

GIBBS: Private military company
in Dam Neck.

Yup, that's the one.
And guess who

used to be a member of
Wynnewood's board of directors?

Justine Wolfe.

She knew a dozen operatives
that could have done

her dirty work for her.

Why Dixon?

Because she knew that Dixon
had history with SECNAV.

Two years ago,
Dixon's unit

conducted for-hire
black ops missions overseas.

SECNAV threatened
to pull Wynnewood's contracts

if they didn't take action.

Five, including Dixon,

were fired and four others
were charged

and are currently
serving prison sentences.

Justine Wolfe's in it
for the money, not Dixon.

That's why he's holding on
to SECNAV's daughter.

He wants revenge.

Oh, my God.

Yeah.

I'll leave you for a moment.

I don't understand
what's going on.

Why would they target Justine?

She could've
ID'd them.

She was involved
in my daughter's abduction?

Justine orchestrated it.

Her plan
was to use the ransom

to bail D-TAV out of debt.

She reached out to a
former colleague to do the job.

An Owen Dixon.
Once an operative for...

Wynnewood Security Services.
Yes, I remember him.

Justine knew
that Dixon blamed you

for what happened
to his unit.

She used him.

Till Dixon double-crossed her.

Well, if he wanted
some sort of payback,

why not come after me?
Why my daughter?

Operatives like Dixon,
they do their homework.

Your security detail
posed a risk.

He found a weakness to exploit.

Megan.

Those bullets were intended
for me, not Richard.

(phone rings)

Fornell.

Someone claiming to be
the kidnapper called into HQ.

Put him through.

(phone beeps)

This is Special Agent Fornell.

DIXON:
My instructions were clear.

I said no cops.

Had you listened, that entire
mess could've been avoided.

I'm listening now.

I want a private jet,
fueled and ready,

at Loring Regional Airport,
tonight at 9:00 p.m.

No trackers.

What about Megan?

She comes with us.

The only assurance that
I have you won't intervene.

But I'd be willing
to make a trade.

Megan for her mother.

How badly do you want to save
your daughter, Madam Secretary?

(line disconnects)

Get him the plane.

Do what he wants.

(door opens)

Dixon has the advantage.

Going to the airport
only makes him vulnerable.

He's playing us.

You know,
I've been in her position.

When Emily was abducted,

I was willing to do anything
to get her back.

So will SECNAV.

I know that.

That's what worries me.

McGEE:
Dixon's four accomplices

are most likely the four
non-incarcerated members

of his former
Wynnewood Security unit.

BISHOP: According to the company's
files, they all received

special operations training,

worked mainly protection
and extraction details

in hostile territories.

They also had documented
behavioral issues,

and if there's one thing you
want in your soldier of fortune,

it's a impulse
control problem.

Of more concern
is the arsenal of weapons

they may have
at their disposal.

During Wynnewood's investigation
into Dixon's crew,

their armory reported massive
inventory discrepancies.

These are not the type
of men to go down quietly.

(phone rings, beeps)
Yeah, Abbs.

Can you come to the lab?
I'm on my way down.

(phone beeps off)

(elevator bell dings)

Abbs, everything all right?

Ah, it is now.

So, I have spent hours
combing through

Dixon's cell phone calls
and bank statements,

and I got nothing.

Nah, he's too smart
to leave a paper trail.

True, but a chain
is only as strong

as its weakest link,

and one of his links

made five calls in the
last two days to...

Edmund Baylor.

Who is he?

He's a helicopter pilot
for a private company,

who also received
a wire transfer for $50,000

into his bank account
this morning.

Where's Baylor now?
According to the flight log,

he's scheduled
to fly a private charter

to Canada tonight, at 8:00 p.m.

He's smuggling Dixon's crew
over the border.

The plane was a decoy.

What about Megan Porter?

Mm-mm. She's too valuable
to leave behind.

Abbs, get me the location
of the helo.

Is Agent Fornell
meeting us at the location?

No. FBI has to cover
the airfield

in case we're wrong about Dixon.

And if we're right,
we're to engage with a unit

of heavily armed, special ops
trained soldiers on our own?

(elevator bell dings)

We appreciate the vote
of confidence, boss,

but don't you think maybe
we should call for backup?

(elevator bell dings)
Already have. Yesterday.

(elevator bell dings)

MAN: It's all been checked
and cleared, ma'am.

Ready to go.
Thank you.

As promised, Agent Gibbs.
(elevator bell dings)

You're our backup?

And I brought my REACT team.

How come you get
all the cool gear?

One of the job perks.

So what's the plan, boss?

You heard the man.

I'll run you through it.

(Megan crying)

(muffled):
Where are you taking me?

GIBBS:
NCIS!

(muffled scream)

GIBBS:
Drop the weapons!

You first, or the girl dies.

GIBBS:
You're surrounded.

It's over, Dixon.
Check your math.

Did you really think
I'd leave us unguarded?

My best sniper
is in that tree line.

No doubt he's got you in his
crosshairs right about now.

It's not good enough.

(gunshot)
(grunts)

(Megan whimpers)
PAGE (over radio): Target down.

(Megan crying)

Don't move!

Drop your weapons!

Don't move!
Do it!

Let me see your hands!

Turn around, face the truck,

hands behind your head.

(Megan gasps)

Megan, don't look
at him. Look at me.

Look at me.

(crying)
It's all right.

Everything's gonna be fine.

Everything's gonna be okay.

All right, you okay?
Yeah.

We'll get you home.

(crying)

GIBBS:
Yeah?

(seagull screeching,
metallic clang)

(elevator bell dings)

(indistinct chatter)

Okay, Page, so, what does
this course consist of?

All right,
we'll cover three main areas.

First is an advanced
weapons session.

Next is tactical movements,
where we'll cover

silent entries,
and then we'll move... I'm...

I'm sorry. Why-why are you
staring at my teeth?

Huh? No, I'm not.

Okay, Tim, just please
tell him the story already.

You haven't heard this story?

What? Bishop knows?!
McGEE: All right.

Look, I'll tell you,
but you can't make fun of me.

I promise.

My word is my bond.
All right.

Well, Val and I were
each other's first kiss.

What does that have to do
with the tooth?

It was allergy season,

and, uh,

well, uh, leaned in for a kiss,
got a little itch.

Turned to sneeze,

and I head-butted her.

Spent the next few hours
at the dentist.

Talk about memorable.

Well, Timothy Farragut McGee,
you smooth operator.

Tony.
Thank you for honoring me

with... the tooth,

the whole tooth
and nothing but the tooth.

Page, do tell me,

how long are you gonna be
in D.C.?

Because I have
so many questions for you.

Uh, actually, I head out tonight.
Oh, so soon?

Other field offices to visit,
and other agents to train.

Besides, you all will be begging
me to leave by the day's end.

Now, let's go.
Got a lot of work to do.

Mm-hmm.

Finish packing up
the communications gear.

Mm-hmm, yes, sir.

Right. Right, I'll be there
in 30 minutes.

Going someplace?

Yeah, Richard Porter
regained consciousness.

SECNAV and Megan
are getting ready,

and we're leaving
for the hospital in ten.

Go home. I'll take
care of things.

Actually,

I was thinking
about driving up

and surprising Emily at school.
Nice.

Give her my best.
I owe you one.

No you don't.

Yeah. I'll bring you back a
bottle of that pure maple syrup.

Do you have an internal
alarm that goes off

every time
a fresh pot is brewed?

How's Megan holding up?

Better than me.

I spent all night staring
at her while she slept.

I was afraid
if I went to asleep,

she'd be gone when I woke up.

She's safe. It's over.

Is it?

When I took this job,

I knew that I'd have to
make certain sacrifices,

but my daughter's safety
can't be one of them.

What does that mean?

Well, maybe it's time I
reevaluate my priorities.

You're gonna quit?

If it's best
for my family.

You don't agree?

Think I'm letting them win?

Being ruled by fear? What?

I don't think
it matters what I think.

Humor me.

Family is important.

That's it?

No rousing pep talk?

No "We need you on that wall,
Madam Secretary?"

Disappointed?

A little bit, yeah.

Think you just answered
your own question.

(laughs)

You're good.

Agent Gibbs,
I have to thank you.

For everything.

Any time, Madam Secretary.

Any time.

Hey. I'm ready.

(makes kissing sound)

You sure you're ready
to do this? Gonna be okay?

Yes. I want to be there, Mom.

Daddy needs us.

Car's outside.

Okay, let's go.
Oh.

Almost forgot something.

Figured you might
want this back?

That was smart,
getting his DNA.

I knew you'd find it.

Hmm. How?

My mom's talked about you.

And all this time,

I thought you
weren't listening.

Okay, let's go.