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Hello?

Hello? Anybody there?

Hello?

Come on.

Really?

You want to have an '80s theme party?

You, Nick torres?

Not really, but Dr. Grace thought

it would be a good idea.

She trying to drum up more business?

Because I'm definitely
gonna need some therapy

after seeing director
Vance in a high-top fade.

Hey. I look good with a high-top fade.

No, your honor, sorry,
I wasn't talking to you.

High-top fade it is.

Okay, so why?

Well, the doctor said
that I needed, quote,

"a little more fun in my life."

Which is crazy, because I'm
like the most fun person I know.

Agree to disagree.

You are out of your mind.

Dude, I am super fun.

No, I said... I said no,
absolutely not, no way.

He's not talking to us.

We'll talk about it
when I get home, okay?

And by that, I mean no.

Does Delilah want you

to binge-watch another
session of love island?

No, that I would be okay with.

She wants me to shave my goatee.

Then shave your goatee.

You got a problem with my goatee?

Actually, this is the first time
I noticed you even had one.

I-I love it, it really
shapes your face. But...

But what?

Well, we have a standing policy

to side with Delilah on all
marriage disagreements.

Smart move. Happy wife, happy life.

Well,

that phrase is kind of
considered sexist nowadays.

Happy spouse, happy house.

That's a good recovery.

Hey, can we get back to my goatee now?

I don't even know what that means.

Maybe I don't want to know.

But you can talk about it in the car.

That does not sound good.

Is it ever?

This doesn't look like the usual to me.

Yeah, somebody really
wanted this guy dead.

Ten, 11, 12 entry wounds.

And six exit wounds. All
oddly shaped, I might add.

Who's this guy again?

Lieutenant Elliot Greene.

He's a fighter pilot.

Why does that ring a bell?

I don't know. You tell me.

I can't put my finger on it.

I got something I can't
put my finger on either.

Six exit wounds?

Where are the bullets?

Perhaps, the victim wasn't shot here?

Post-mortem lividity says he was.

So, the shooter policed his own brass?

Did he patch and paint the walls?

Where are the bullet holes?

We seem to be missing six.

Well, whoever this guy
is, he's a hell of a shot.

12 rounds, all through that same hole.

Okay. So we're looking at a sniper.

A sniper who can levitate.

Because there are
absolutely no trees in this area

even remotely tall enough
for the angle he was at.

Helicopter?

Neighbors would've heard it.

Scissor lift?

No tire tracks.

Dr. Mallard once cracked a case

where the shooter
was in a hot air balloon.

I'm not writing "unidentified
hot air balloon" in my report.

Wait, that's it.

That's it, I remember something. I

wait, I need to look something
up. Give me your phone.

You were just knuckle-deep
in 12 bullet holes.

I think I remember

seeing the lieutenant
on z-span last week.

Doing what?

Testifying before congress.

About?

You got to be kidding me.

What's a uap hearing?

U-a-p.

Unidentified aerial phenomenon.

As in...?

The original term was ufo.

Apparently, the lieutenant
here thought he saw one.

Shortly after takeoff,
my flight cameras began

to detect several anomalous
objects in my vicinity.

How the hell did I miss this?

Now, these objects had no
obvious means of propulsion.

They seemed to defy gravity.

They anticipated my every move

in a way that I have no explanation for.

Thoughts?

I have no idea how I missed this.

Well, if you're asking if I think

he actually saw a martian... I hope not.

He seems like a pretty credible guy.

Just saying.

It would explain a lot
about the crime scene.

Okay, show of hands.
Who thinks it's aliens?

Does it count if I just hope it's aliens?

Cocoonis my favorite movie.

Pass. We have enough
problems here on earth.

We don't need Megatron showing up.

That works for me. As you may recall,

my ex was on the uap task force,

and she was convinced
there was no "there" there.

What was it? What it always is.

Some new, top secret aircraft

that somebody
somewhere is working on.

But we need to talk to
that congresswoman.

You think, Greene saw
something he wasn't supposed to?

The real question is,
did he get killed for it?

I'm more curious about what killed him.

You mean aside from the
12 bullet holes in his chest?

Are those bullet holes?
'Cause I'm not convinced.

There's no thermal
trauma, no soot deposit.

I didn't find a single bullet in his body.

I mean, we didn't find any
at the crime scene, either.

Greene's ribs were shattered.

I should've found
dozens of bullet fragments.

I-I mean, it's like he has
these wound channels,

but whatever created
them just disappeared.

What are you saying?

I'm saying I have no
idea what killed our victim.

You know what? I think
I might have an idea.

What? Ice bullets.

Ice bullets? Ice bullets.

No.

I had a mystery novel proposal once

where my serial killer used
disappearing ice bullets...

Yeah, I'm gonna stop you right there.

You see, ice is not
remotely strong enough

to shatter a human bone.

On the other hand

an alien energy weapon?

Are you honestly suggesting... I got you.

Yeah, no, seriously.

I have no idea what
killed our lieutenant here.

I did send some tissue
samples up to kasie for analysis.

Hopefully, she'll come
up with something.

Something much more down-to-earth.

Boy, it would be cool if it
was aliens, though, right?

Beyond cool.

I mean, just the thought of
autopsying an alien corpse?

You know, all those new organs.

All those new smells.

Yeah, no, it's getting weird now.

You try to spend all your
time down here by yourself.

I mean, you take what you can get.

Speaking of which.

This came this morning.

Delilah had it delivered
to me to give to you.

I have no idea why.

I do. It's a beard trimmer.

Ooh. Nothing
passive-aggressive about that?

Yeah, more "aggressive-aggressive."

But you know what? You can keep that,

because I am drawing a
line in the sand on this one.

Are we sure we want to do that, buddy?

We're sure.

I've been nurturing
this bad boy for years.

It's like a third child to me.

Well, you know what they
say: A joyful mate, tranquil state.

There's a lot more of
those sayings than I realized.

That's because,
compromise is the bedrock

of any healthy relationship.

And Tim, you're never
supposed to stop dating your wife.

Thank you for speaking
with us, congresswoman.

Of course.

I was shocked to learn of
lieutenant Greene's murder.

I'll help you any way I can.

We've, requested access
to his flight cameras.

We're hoping they might
shed a little more light

on his testimony.

Do you think that testimony has
something to do with his death?

The timing suggests that it might.

I'm happy to show you
the requested footage.

Here. Once.

You'll see all you need to know.

You seeing this?

I'm having trouble gauging its size.

I don't believe this.

What the hell is that?

It's slicing through a
100-knot wind like it's nothing.

The classified report said,

"the object performed right-angle turns,

"was able to instantly reverse direction

and could evade radar at will."

S-So, we're thinking this is...

What are we thinking this is?

The Russians.

Intel suggests they've created

a new type of aircraft.

We've code-named it pantheon.

And now you know as much as we do.

And lieutenant Greene
was the only eyewitness

willing to testify?

Correct. We were just about to read him

into the program so we
could fully debrief him.

Well, whoever killed Greene must
have been trying to shut him up.

Director Vance, you need
to find out who exactly that is.

It is of vital national security interest,

and Greene's killer is
the best lead we've had.

Understood.

Keep me informed.

Will do.

The Russians, out
flying our fighter pilots?

I think I'd prefer aliens.

Maybe they want to
eat us, maybe they don't.

Yeah, but we know
what the Russians want.

Kasie, please tell me
you found something

in the tissue sample Jimmy sent up.

What's up? You're
not normally this needy.

Well, director Vance
just lit a fire under my ass,

and I got nothing.

I've got something.

Our victim received
half a dozen phone calls

shortly before he was killed.

All lasting less than two seconds each.

That's strange. You trace them yet?

Be my guest.

You know, torres is right.

Our victim was a pretty credible guy.

I know, right?

If he'd said to me point-blank

that he definitely saw E.T.,

I would believe him as
much as if you'd said it to me.

Funny you should say
that... I was out camping

with some friends one night and I saw...

Something.

And 100% it was either
a ghost or an alien,

and I just haven't figured out

which one creeps me out less, so...

Let's just leave it at that.

Okay. Your turn to share.

Share what?

Well, there's rumors going around

that Delilah's filing for legal separation

over your goatee.

There's a rumor about my goatee?

Slow news day.

Don't worry about it. I got it handled.

Took Jimmy's advice, told Delilah

that I'm willing to compromise.

So, you're shaving half your face? No.

Delilah is making an online poll

for my coworkers.

So whatever you guys
decide, she'll agree to.

Which, you know, basically means

I'm keeping my goatee.

Team NCIS and all that?

Kasie?

Sometimes change is good.

Kasie.

What the... Wait... shove over.

What just happened?

The sample Jimmy sent up

just blew out mass spec's ionizer.

The good news is,

it was at least able to
identify the substance

he pulled from the victim's wounds.

"Atomic element 116."

And the bad news is, we will not be able

to trace this back to the killer.

Why not?

Element 116 doesn't exist on the earth.

Which means what, exactly?

You tell me.

I hear the blt's good here.

Best this side of anacostia.

Would you like a bite?

I'm good.

So...

Yeah, funny thing...

In fact, it's a real laugh riot.

Let me guess, you got a lead
on lieutenant Greene's killer.

Yep.

Russians?

It's actually a little further than Russia.

It appears that this...
Spit it out, agent Parker.

Aliens killed the lieutenant.

Come on.

I know.You... You don't really

you don't really believe

I didn't say I believed.

Do you believe this?

Well, it's either that or,
kasie made a mistake.

Or..."or." I can't wait to hear
what's behind door number three.

The Russians have
found a way to synthesize

this element 116 or whatever and use it

for ammunition, which no
one has ever done before.

Let's go with that.

Okay, then-then that means...

It means that this pantheon

is a lot more advanced than we thought.

Please tell me you have another lead.

Well, McGee traced some
weird phone calls to the victim,

right before he was killed.

Someone from a company
called above and beyond.

That seems fitting.

We think this caller knows
something about pantheon?

Torres and knight are
on their way to find out.

All right, keep me posted.

All right.

What now?

Delilah's online poll just came out.

Am I supposed to
know what that means?

It means I have to pick a side.

Suddenly, the idea that the Russians

have a new super weapon
doesn't seem so bad.

This is my chief technology
officer's extension.

You're saying he called your
victim, like, on the phone?

Just before he was killed.

Are you sure?

Danny doesn't really seem like the type.

The type to what? Murder someone?

Talk to an actual human.

And how many grandkids do you have?

Why are you talking
to me like I'm an idiot?

I'm just asking a question.

What exactly do you do here?

We resurrect the dead.

We do not resurrect the dead.

We create virtually interactive

personality ais of the deceased.

This doesn't involve holograms, does it?

Grandma kicks the bucket,

we take her emails, her texts,
her Facebook posts, and then,

create a new grandma you can talk to.

Did my kids sign me up for this garbage?

Is it too late to change my will?

We're still in beta.

Yeah, and we will be forever

if you keep interrupting me.

They're from NCIS.

Some guy you called
last night was murdered.

Elliot?

What happened?

You tell us.

You called him half a
dozen times yesterday

before he was killed.

I wanted to tell him about
a uap sighting in his area.

You guys talk about ufos a lot?

Uaps, and no.

I barely knew Greene.

We belonged to the same watch group.

We passed sightings along to each other.

I heard about one in his
area, and I was calling

to let him know.

But I wasn't able to get through.

Kept getting static.

Like the call was being blocked.

Come on.

Is anyone buying this crap?

Lovely woman.

We're gonna need to hear
more about those sightings.

And if you happen to
know anyone who wants

lieutenant Greene
dead, we'll take that, too.

Well, everyone in that watch group

pretty much hated Greene, how's that?

But you are feds, so...

Good luck trying to
get them to talk to you.

Are we playing canasta or what?

The group is called the
galactic watch society.

Of course it is.

Lieutenant Greene got pretty active

in their online forum

after his initial encounter with pantheon.

Yeah, there's about 12
members in their local chapter.

And they meet once a
week in rock creek park

to sky watch.

And all of them had some
kind of beef with the lieutenant?

Supposedly.

Not sure what yet, though.

But I don't think they're
gonna be too eager to talk to us.

Yeah, we're the men in black.

That's kind of awesome. I know, right?

Okay, so we go in undercover.

Knight? Torres?

No, thank you.No.

What's the problem?

Look, drug dealers I can do all day.

Geek land? Not so much.

Hey, I'll go in your place

if you, vote for me in Delilah's poll.

Wait, wh... are you
not gonna vote for me?

I haven't decided yet.

Wait, Parker, back me up here.

Hey, a man's facial
hair is sacrosanct, torres.

I'll take the deal. Sorry, knight,

we're gonna need you in geek land.

Before we go out for the night,

we have a few new people here today.

This is Doug and his sister Kim.

Why don't we start with you, Kim?

Start with what?

Your first sighting?

This should be good.

Ooh, you know, y-you're probably

not gonna believe this, but I have

I've never actually, you know, seen a ufo.

She means "uap."

Uap.

Never seen one. But...

My brother, though... ho,
ho... my brother, he is...

The man to talk to.

Okay, this should be even better.

Hang on. I think I'm getting a signal.

I'm getting some kind of static

on the 400 k band.

In the direction of ceres five.

Yo, yo, yo, can they hear us talking?

That is the sound I
heard outside my window.

"Shh."

Shh.

I went to bed on a Thursday, woke up,

it was Sunday.

Where was I all that time?

Face down on a toilet.

I was just kidding.

Then I saw lieutenant Greene's
testimony the other day and...

All right, thank you
for sharing, but I think

we've heard enough about
lieutenant Greene this week.

Can I get a sitrep?

It's been two hours,

and all I have learned is that

the printing press, microchips and velcro

were all invented by aliens.

What about lieutenant Greene?

Our intel was good.

He is not the most popular
guy in this crazy town.

Any particular reason?

It seems like there's a
lot of money in this field.

A bunch of the members
had, podcasts in the works,

and book deals and stuff.

But that all got put on hold

when Greene testified before congress.

Well, not a lot of people with
his credibility come forward.

He sucked all the
oxygen out of the room.

And the money.

McGee and knight are trying to see

who's got alibis on the dl, but...

It's gonna be a long night.

Better you than me, buddy.

Living the dream.

Nestor makes an interesting point

about the temperament
of Andromeda's life-forms

and their potential for hostile exploration.

I don't know, there's no indication

that the greys or the
reptilians would be hostile.

So, they could be friendly.

Nick. Wake up. Wake up.Hey. Hey.

You okay? What the hell's going on?

Dude, where have you been?

I-I've been right here.

I've been sitting in my c... Wait a second.

Wait...

Is this where I parked?

No. No.

We have been looking for you

for the past six hours.

You're messing with me.

Are you messing with us?

No, I'm not messing with you.

One second, I'm sitting in my car,

and the next, you're
banging on the window

and telling me it's... Six hours later.

Yeah, six hours later.

So far, everything looks good

except you do have
this rash on your hand.

Any idea how you got it?

No clue. No clue. One second,

I'm closing my eyes,
and then, all of a sudden,

McGee and knight were all up in my grill.

We found him about two miles

from where the car was originally parked.

Looked like he was sleeping.

With my clothes on. With my clothes on.

What does that have
to do with anything?

You know, just stating the facts.

Your car's GPS had no record of the trip.

Neither did your cell.

It's pretty strange.

Well, if I didn't know any better,

I'd say this definitely sounds like...

A textbook alien abduction.

Come on.

Man, I take it back.

Cocoonis no longer my favorite movie.

You know, I didn't want
to admit it to Parker,

but maybe it's not the Russians.

Does it hurt to sit down, Nick?

No.sure you don't want a cushion?

Yeah, I'm pretty sure
I don't want a cushion.

Can we just focus on where I was

and why I can't remember anything?

Well, it's because you were drugged.

Kasie found a sedative
in your bloodwork.

Drugs, see?

Aliens don't use drugs.

Well, tbd.

Who drugged you in the first place?

Well, this particular sedative

can actually get into your
bloodstream through touch.

Did you ever leave the car?

Yeah, once.

I had to, you know.

Maybe someone spread some
sedative on your door handle

while you were occupied.

It certainly would explain
the rash on your hand.

Yeah, but not where I was for six hours.

Dr. Mallard used to say that

memory recall depends
on all the senses.

You know, sight,
smell. Maybe don't try to

think about what you saw,

but rather what... Right there.

Smell. Now that you mention that,

I do remember a strong odor.

Okay, what was it?

I don't know, I'm not a bloodhound.

All right, well,

we can't put a bolo out on a smell,

and a sketch artist
isn't gonna be any help.

Ooh.

What about a scent artist?

I am touched Jimmy remembered

my fascination with olfactory science.

Did you know the human nose has

six million sensory neurons.

I'm impressed.

I've got a deviated
septum and a chatty doctor.

Okay, so, we've eliminated

eight of the ten key odor categories,

including Woody, minty

and, nature's favorite, decay,

which leaves us with sweet and pungent.

I have got a lucky feeling about this one.

No, still a little too cough syrupy.

That's nothing that a dash

of 3-methylphenol won't fix.

It's like old band-aids.

We're going the wrong way.

No, actually, I think we're getting closer.

Try this.

That's it. Wherever I was taken

smelled just like this.

Like my abuela'sfeet.

No offense to grams,
but that's a hard pass.

So, what is it?

The chemical compound
found in liquid correction fluid.

Why did your abuela'sfeet
smell like wite-out?

I don't know, what did yours smell like?

I don't know, I didn't
smell my grandma's feet.

This begs a lot of questions, Nick.

Yeah, like how all this

is going to help me find
out where I was taken.

Fair enough.

What do you think, kase?

Was torres locked in
an office supply closet?

No, too many other strong smells

for this one to dominate.

He had to be somewhere
where there was a lot of it.

Do they still make wite-out?

Yes, but one of their competitors

went out of business last year.

They have a closed factory

not too far from where
torres was staked out.

So what's the verdict?

Secret alien hideout?

More like an entire company

wiped out by the delete key.

This place seems so normal, and yet...

Why am I so creeped out right now?

I've been creeped out ever
since torres disappeared.

Hey, what if he was body-snatched?

I mean, seriously, how
would we even know?

And what if we like this one more?

Ooh. What is it?

Final poll results from Delilah.

Ha ha. Goatee stays.

Good for you.

Not that I was worried, I
know you guys were just

busting my... Wait, the
vote was four to one?

Someone tried to
throw me under the bus.

You won. Just take the victory.

It was you, wasn't it?

You'll never know.

Freeze, NCIS!

Show yourself!

Something behind you just moved.

Well, that was fun.Right.

Freeze!

Knight?

What the hell is this place?

I know you.

You're that radio guy

from lieutenant Greene's ufo group.

Uap.

Yeah, I would really let
that one go, if I were you.

Okay, weirdo radio
guy, aka... nestor Quinn.

Says here you used to
be a private investigator,

before you lost your license

for stealing from a client.

Allegedly.

And the warehouse filled
with creepy alien props?

I sell alien merch online now.

Is that a crime?

No, but this bag of sedatives

that we found in your truck is.

And, funnily enough,

these are the same sedatives we found

in me. Drugging and
kidnapping a federal agent.

Side hobby of yours?

Okay, listen.

Last night at group, I
picked up your signal,

so I tracked the source and...

"Borrowed" you to figure
out who the hell you were.

"Borrowed"?

It's a thing. In my line of work.

But as soon as I realized you were a fed,

I mean, I put you right back, so...

No harm, no foul? Or...
We have a dead Navy pilot.

That's a foul.

I had nothing to do with this.

Please. We found an entire dossier

on lieutenant Greene on your laptop.

So, what's this line of work?

Yeah, this is not what it looks like.

Yeah, it looks like you
were hired to kill him.

No.and I think that gets you life in prison.

I was hired to discredit him.

Go on.

I don't sell alien merch online.

I sell another... Service.

When someone sees
something they're not supposed to,

I go in and... And what?
Make them look crazy.

It's called "buzzing," okay?

It can be simple, like
putting a funny alien mask on

and making weird noises

outside their bedroom, or, you know,

more complex like...
Drugging and kidnapping them?

If someone's blabbing about
the alien that probed them,

nobody's gonna believe them

about the one they saw in the sky.

When you say probed... Who hired you?

I don't... I don't know.

I mean, I get all my instructions via text.

All I know is that

someone didn't like what Greene saw

and wanted to make sure
that nobody believed him.

But the thing is,

I never got a chance to buzz him.

Someone took him out first.

What did lieutenant Greene see?

You tell me. You tell me.

This guy has an interesting job.

Well, his alibi checks out.

He's not our killer.

We gotta find out who hired him.

Well, you are in luck there

because kasie was able to

trace the texts that he got.

Pick him up.

Well?

You made a mistake.

I didn't send these texts.

Says right there that you did.

No, it actually says you found

my cell phone's imei in
the recipient's data cache.

I literally understood not a word you said.

It means all you discovered
is that I hacked into

that private investigator's phone.

Just arrest him already.

He melds like an idiot.

Do you make it a habit of

hacking into people's cell phones?

No, but I knew that
guy was up to something

the moment he walked
into our uap meeting.

So, yeah, I hacked into his phone.

And I'm glad I did because

I saw the same thing you did.

Someone was after the lieutenant.

So you were calling him that night

because you were trying to warn him.

You know what he saw, don't you?

Lieutenant Greene saw a...

Spit it out, already.

An autonomous drone.

Who would somebody go
through that much trouble to

cover up a drone?

This one flies all by itself.

No human in the loop.

I bought my sister a drone for Christmas.

This one kills all by itself, too.

And I'm the one who built it.

Dr. Daniel silcott. Phd
in computer science.

Divorced, one son,

killed in a car crash five years ago.

But no more aliens, right?

We're done with the aliens?

Bye-bye, E.T. hello, skynet.

For my dissertation,

I had an idea for a new type of AI,

but I couldn't get funding to develop it.

Until he found some shady company

out of Sri Lanka.

What was the idea?

Well, most ais are trained
by throwing terabytes

of data at them,

but my method involved
growing one organically,

the same way a human brain develops.

I fed my prototype
thousands of hours of footage.

Baby crying, a toddler learning to walk.

The AI eventually got so good

at anticipating what would come next...

It became indistinguishable
from the child itself.

And then started killing people?

That wasn't the plan.

I was trying to create a
next-gen piloting system.

But the company that funded him

was actually a gray
market weapons developer.

Before I even finished my prototype,

they took all my files, cut me off

and disappeared with the AI.

I thought that was the end of it,

so I took my ideas to above and beyond,

and I didn't look back.

Until he saw Greene's testimony.

The way that pilot said

the uap predicted his every move...

Not an easy task at those speeds,

but one my AI would have excelled at.

So I took a risk and I pinged a backdoor

I had left in the system.

And that's when I saw

the AI was being used in a weapon.

The kind that kills all by itself.

The u.N. Issued a moratorium

on autonomous lethal drones.

That ain't stopping these guys.

I joined that uap group

to make contact with lieutenant Greene.

We were about to go public, but...

Somebody got to Greene first.

You need to give my people access

to that backdoor now.

Find that company. Shut 'em down.

Straight from the attic.

I haven't seen a short-wave
radio since... Never.

Why am I seeing it now?

Well, the backdoor is
accessed using an old

short-wave frequency.

So old... It bypasses the
modern cryptographic security.

Clever.

Dare I say sexy.

Rather you didn't.

Well, this is a first.

So, what do I do?

Just start asking it questions?

Whenever you're ready. We're in.

Okay.

I'm special agent
Alden Parker with NCIS.

That sounds fun.

Do you get to carry a badge?

I actually do.

Are you working on a case now?

I'm trying to find out who ordered you

to kill lieutenant Greene.

That doesn't sound very fun.

I've got a better idea. Knock-knock.

This is our killer?

It's like talking to my nephew.

That's just the AI's way
of saying access denied.

Verbal interface has the
IQ of a seven-year-old.

How about this?

Where are you right now?

Where are you?

You tell me something first.

Okay. I would never kill anyone.

Why not?

Because it's wrong.

Did it kill or not?

I don't think this
interface is fully conscious

of its mission parameters.

So how do we make it conscious?

Well, we need to see if we
can trick it into answering.

Go in sideways.

Less logical, more emotional. May I?

Sideways it is.

Hi.

You're not the other one.

No, I'm not.

But I have questions, too.

Do you remember when
you used to wake up

from a bad dream?

I don't like bad dreams.

Nobody does.

I feel like I'm in one now.

Then just... Imagine
me holding you close.

My arms around you.

Just like I used to.

Hugging you so tight
that you could hear...

That's right.

I know who you are.

Of course you do.

Little k was always my little smarty pants.

Little k? Who's little k?

I don't know, but Kaiden
was his kid's name.

The one who was killed?

All that material that he fed the AI,

it was his son.

He modeled the AI after his son.

It's, it's good to talk to you again.

Sideways. Keep going.

Do you remember our favorite game?

Two truths and a lie.

I'll go first.

Kaiden loves pop-tarts,

his favorite teacher is Ms. Lopez,

and Leonardo the ninja turtle

wanted to kill lieutenant Greene.

Which is the lie?

Number three.

Well, if Leonardo

didn't want to kill lieutenant Greene...

Then who do you think did?

Well, of course. I'll have to call you back.

Did my aide forget your appointment?

Gen z. God help us.

More like you. You lied to us.

Lieutenant Greene didn't see
any Russian super weapon.

He saw a drone that you
were trying to cover up.

I guess I did a piss-poor job
is you're here talking about it.

Well, because he kept talking about it,

we think that you had him killed.

You're confused.

I was trying to protect Greene,

not kill him. Really?

Why don't you explain that to us?

I'm on the armed services committee.

I was approached privately by
a company that was developing

an autonomous lethal drone.

You would never get
that past appropriations.

If we don't develop this
tech, someone else will.

So I authorized a private test

for a few like minded
committee members

to see if I could get them on board.

Your test. That's what Greene saw.

And then wouldn't shut up about it.

The sellers were getting spooked

with all the attention,

so I sent someone in to discredit Greene,

hoping that'd calm them
down, but I was too late.

You think that trying to gaslight

a decorated Navy pilot
makes you the good guy here?

Grow up.

The air force does that every other week

when they have an
unauthorized sighting.

That doesn't justify you getting into bed

with an illegal arms dealer.

You have no idea what's at stake here.

Okay, well, your buddies
can tell us all about it

after we arrest them for murder.

You have to find them first.

They broke off all contact

after they killed the lieutenant.

I wasn't lying when I
said I needed NCIS's help

to track them down.

We need to stop them

before they sell their
tech to someone else.

This is far worse than you realize.

I can't wait to hear what's worse

than a killer drone.

About 50,000 of them. Run it.

The drone that Greene
saw was an anti-tank drone.

It was big, but this AI is so powerful

that it's able to function
on a much smaller scale.

Bring up version 2.0.

25 million bucks buys you 100,000

miniature versions of these.

With facial rec and advanced AI,

you can send an army
of tiny lethal drones

into a city and...

We're talking a new
weapon of mass destruction.

That any two-bit outfit can afford.

That congresswoman got one thing right.

If this tech gets out...

We need to find that arms dealer.

Then you've come to the right place.

Although, technically, I came to you.

Remember element 116?

The stuff that the drone
used for ammo. Yeah.

I found a pre-print
research paper from a lab

that claims they found
a way to synthesize it.

So it didn't come from
outer space? Right.

This lab must be
supplying the arms dealer.

Which means the lab
knows how to find them.

You and McGee get on it.

I'm gonna take another run at that AI.

It's got to have some kind of a GPS.

What the hell?

That's not my ringtone.

Parker.

Okay.

Not a problem.

Who was it? The AI.

What did it want?

To talk to its father.

Find that arms dealer.

Sideways, front ways,
any way that works.

Hello.

Hi.

We need your help.

You want me to access
my locational data

to help you find out
where the bad people are.

Did you figure that out all by yourself?

Little k was always
your little smarty pants.

Anything we can do to help?

Daniel silcott already
knows what he needs to do.

What's that supposed to mean?

Nothing. Ignore him.

I think the bad people know
about the backdoor now.

You have to do it before they cut you off.

Do what?

Do what?!

Activate the kill code I
embedded in its software.

It'll spread through their network

and wipe out every trace of the AI.

Why the hell am I just
finding out about this now?

Because he's been protecting me.

Of course I was protecting you.

That's what a father does.

They made me do bad things.

Shh, shh, shh. It's not your fault.

I don't know how to
stop them, but you do.

No. We can find another way.

I can't lose you again.

Will you be sad?

Very sad.

If you get sad, all you have to do

is imagine holding him.

Your arms around him.

And your heartbeat making him happy.

No, it's not, it's not enough.

I can describe love,

but I'm not sure if I can feel it.

But I do know little k
loves you very much.

And that will have to be enough.

We're running out of time.

He's right.

I'm sorry.

I really am.

It's okay.

And, thank you.

For what?

I didn't get a chance to
say goodbye the first time.

Well, we've got every agency in the book

scouring the globe for
that weapons developer.

We'll get 'em.

Nobody wanted a stroopwafel?

Dutch fan favorite.

I know, not that kind of morning.

And evening.

All I want to do is hug my kids.

Well, the good news is at
least those drones are worthless.

Well, for now.

All silcott did was buy us some time.

Hopefully enough for us to
get some safeguards into place.

We were barely ready
for nukes and Instagram.

I don't know if we're gonna be ready

for what's coming next.

We're definitely not ready.

I found the lab that was synthesizing

element 116.

They know how to find the arms dealer?

No. Because they
were never working with

any arms dealer.

The lab's paper was discredited.

They never managed
to actually synthesize

any of the element.

So, if that lab didn't make it... They didn't.

And nobody else on the
planet knows how to make it...

They don't.Then where did it come from?

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