All language subtitles for NCIS s22e07 Hardboiled.eng

[distant siren wailing]

[camera shutter clicking]

DANNY:I'm telling you, Harry,
this program is no joke.

I'm taking Intro to Forensics,
Theories of Criminal Behavior.

Oh, my professor said
the FBI recruits

straight out of Waverly's
Criminology Program.

That is how good it is.

I'm not set on the FBI just yet.

You know, that's why
I'm doing this internship.

See how it is
to be a private eye.

Not exactly
Raymond Chandler, is it?

Who?[sighs]

Listen, kid,
the client doesn't need

700 pictures of his wife
standing in a window.

He just wants one picture
of the wife with the boy toy.

That's the money shot.

Harry, come on,
we have been here all night.

Nothing is going to happen.

[chuckling]:
Trust me, kid,

people will screw each other
any time of day.

Hmm?

Okay. Showtime.

[camera beeping]

Come on, kid,
take the picture.

I-I think the battery died.

For crying out loud.

How many times
I got to tell you?

Always bring a backup.

Come on, lover boy.

Show me your pretty face.

[camera shutter clicking]

[chuckles] Gotcha.

? ?

No, Mrs. Anderson, I get it.

Okay, you're upset,

and your daughter's upset,
I completely understand,

but you got to...

Well, Mrs. Anderson,
I don't know what you

expect me to do about this.

It's just a game.

You know, it's-it's a kid...

Hello?

Hello?

Good morning?

Yeah, not so much.

Who was that?

That was Mrs. Anderson,

the third parent
to call me this morning.

Huh. Sounds like somebody could
use a chausson aux pommes,

the original apple turnover.

No?

You know, 400 years ago,

these babies saved
an entire French village.

No, thanks, I'm not hungry.

You know what the crazy thing
about this is, too?

I volunteered for this.

You volunteered to be
yelled at by angry parents?

No, I volunteered
to be a referee

in my kids' local soccer league.

[snorts] Oh, no.

McGEE: I mean,
I thought it'd be fun.

You know? Good for the kids,

nice cardio for me.

So, that's why when Jimmy
asked me to do it, I said yeah.

Hold it.

Jimmy is a ref, too?

Oh, he's not just a ref,
he is the head ref.

Yeah, don't remind me.

Whenever Jimmy puts on
those knee-high socks,

he becomes a different man.

[chuckles]
JIMMY: Okay.

Oh, here comes, uh, Dr. Palmer

- and Mr. Hyde now.
- JIMMY: Okay. Yeah.

No, I hear you, Bob.
Yeah, I do, you are yelling.

Look, I think it might be better
if we just continue this

after you've had
a chance to calm down.

And maybe not while

you're driving
your kids to school.

Although, you know,
they have learned

some fun new words today,
haven't they?

Okay, all right, you have
a good day, Bob, all right.

Bye-bye.

Mmm. Chausson aux pommes.

Huh? You know, these
things saved a village.

Mais oui.

KNIGHT:
So what'd you guys do

to piss off all the parents?

No, it's nothing really.

Just a little disagreement
about a call we made.

It was a call that decided
the championship game.

Ah.

Kids were crying.
Parents were yelling.

I don't know,
it was kind of awful.

It's all part
of being a ref, Tim.

It'll blow over.
You'll see.

[devices chiming]

All right, that's
kickoff, folks.

We got a dead Naval researcher
in an Arlington park.

Jimmy, see you there.

Anyone heard
from Nick?

PARKER:
Call him on the way.

All right, we got
Dr. Roger Carnahan.

He's the new head
of Warfare and Weapons

at the Office
of Naval Research.

He's only had the job
about ten months.

ONR. Isn't that
near here?

McGEE:
Yeah, it's about a ten-minute walk east.

The doctor's house is about
a ten-minute walk west.

[phone chimes][grunts]

Well, Torres finally
got back to me.

Said he's not feeling well.

Can't remember
the last time he was sick.

Well, the good news is,
I don't think you guys

are gonna need four agents
to solve this one.

Call it, ref.

Got a gun near his hand.

A bullet near his temple.

This looks like a suicide.

Maybe the pressure of
the new job got to him?

So what
are we thinking?

He was walking to work
when he decided

to stop here and kill himself?

Why even start walking to work
in the first place?

Oh, it's a great park.

You know?
I mean, I'd like to have

a nice view before I die.

- KNIGHT: Jimmy?
- Yeah?

Help me lift up his head.
I'm trying to unlock his phone.

Oh, sure, yeah.

It's not all
that uncommon

for suicides to occur
outside of the house.

It spares their loved ones
the cleanup.

Doesn't look like
the good doctor was married.

I don't see a ring.

Then what's that?

Looks like a ring.

There's a tan line from
where it used to be.

All right, we need
to talk to his wife.

I'm in his phone.
I can look up her...

Wow.

What? What is it?

I think I might know why
Carnahan killed himself.

[sighs]

Oh, hey, guys.

What are you doing here?

Was gonna ask you
the same question.

We need to speak
to Mrs. Carnahan.

AMBER:
Nick? Is everything all right?

[laughs]

It's not what it looks like.

McGEE:
Jimmy puts Dr. Carnahan's time of death

between 6:30
and 7:00 a.m.

He received the photos
of you and Amber

just before that.

Who sent these?

Don't know. They used
an encrypted messaging app.

Nick, I want to give you
the benefit of the doubt,

but you got to realize
how this looks.

Tell me you're not having an
affair with our victim's wife.

Amber's not a fling.

She's a confidential informant.

She's your C.I.?
Since when?

Remember that party that SECNAV
threw a few weeks ago?

Yeah, I remember making
an excuse to get out of it.

Yeah, me, too.

Oh, really? Well,
that's great, guys. Thanks.

Just-- What happened
- at the party? - What do you think happened?

I got bored.
Filled up a plate with food.

I went to the terrace thinking,
hey, I'm gonna lay low here.

Except Amber had the same idea.

Started to talk for a while,
then she finally

told me that she had evidence

her husband
was gonna commit a crime.

She couldn't talk in front of
him, so I slipped her my card.

Why didn't you come to us?

'Cause she was scared.

Trust me,
if I would've brought you in,

she would've pulled away.

How do you know that?

Because it's what
I do, Parker.

You cultivate orchids,
I cultivate C.I.s.

All right, how did you end up
at this fine establishment?

Amber called me,
she said she wanted to meet.

I showed up, we talked,
but she was still too scared.

PARKER:
Skip to the end.

What was her husband
planning to do?

I don't know.
You knocked on the door,

you screwed everything up.

Yeah, can you
blame us?

It's my fault.

I didn't know where else to go,
so I checked in here.

Roger's always been
the jealous type.

He must've hired someone
to follow me.

How could you have known?

He's done it before.

Amber, I'm sorry
for your loss,

but considering
the sensitive nature

of your husband'swork...

...we need to know everything.

You can trust them.
It'll be all right.

Director Vance, I'm already
having a hard enough time

accepting that Roger Carnahan
took his own life,

but now you also expect me
to believe that

he was planning to sell
top secret research?

I don't want to believe it
either, Dr. Lythcott,

but the allegations
are serious.

What is your source?

Uh, Dr. Lythcott, I'm afraid
that we can't reveal our source

while the investigation
is ongoing, but

they mentioned a project

that the doctor
was planning to steal.

Does the "MAD Falcon"
ring any bells?

- Alarm bells.
- What can you tell us?

Nothing. It's-it's top secret
with a capital everything.

You'd need
authorization.

Let me worry
about that.

Right now, we need you
to lock down ONR's systems.

We're sending
a computer forensic

specialist
to do a sweep.

Of course, Director.

But before I go,
how is Mrs. Carnahan doing?

I can't imagine
what she must be going through.

Don't worry, Doctor.
She's in good hands.

I'll await your specialist.

Good hands?

I take it you saw the
photos from the motel.

I have.

Let's just hope the press
never sees them.

I want to know who took them,
and I want them contained.

I'll get Kasie on it.

Torres.

Was he out of bounds?

No.

But it's still a mess.

[door opens]

[door closes]

You're doing the right thing.

The right thing?

The right thing
got Roger killed.

He's dead
because of me.

Come on, stop.

If you're gonna blame someone,

blame me.

I should've seen
we were being watched.

If I had,
this would've never happened.

No. Hey.

You were there for me
when I needed someone.

Sorry to interrupt.

Just wanted to let
you know that

we found hard drives
taken from the ONR

hidden under the floorboards
of your house.

You were right.

So does this mean
that I can go home now?

Well, the place is crawling
with federal agents.

Do you have any friends or
family that you can stay with?

No family,
and, um...

I really don't have
- any friends... Whew. - Whoa. You all right?

Yeah.

I just haven't eaten anything
since yesterday. [sighs]

Well, then let's
get you some food.

[whistle blowing]

Huh.

Jimmy.
Oh.

Hey, sorry, Tim. I was just
practicing my tones.

I don't think I have the
end-of-play triple blast down.

[whistle blowing]

Oh, there it is. [laughs]

Remember,

your whistle is your voice
on the field.

Don't be afraid to use it.

[chuckles]
Yeah.

Hey, Jimmy, um, the call
that we made this past weekend,

do you think that
maybe we got it wrong?

Do you think we got it wrong?

I don't know,

I keep replaying it
in my head, right?

I see the shot on goal,

and I see little
Susan Finley

leaps for it.

And she saved it.

Look, Tim, all of
these parents saying

they saw the ball
cross the goal line,

they don't make the call.

Okay? We make the call.

Simple as that.

Right, right, but...
I think they may be right.

[blows whistle]
Whoa, time-out.

Sorry, I know there's
no time-outs in soccer.

But, Tim,

what you're going through
right now,

it's natural.

I felt the
same thing

when I first
started reffing.

You know,
doubting myself,

questioning every call,

wondering if
I had what it takes.

Now, trust me, it will pass.

But until it does,
you can't let these parents

get under your skin. Okay?

Yeah, yeah. You're right.

Besides, we totally
made the right call.

I'm not sure I can
say the same thing

about Dr. Carnahan here.

What do you mean?

Well, I pulled up
his medical records.

A few weeks ago,

he went to see an
orthopedic surgeon

about a torn
rotator cuff

- in his right shoulder.
- Mm-hmm.

Now, raising a gun up

to shoot himself in the head
at the angle he did,

would've been
nearly impossible.

Speaking of angles,

take a look at this.

Now, if he had
shot himself,

you would expect
the bullet

to pass through on
a horizontal plane,

but in this case...

The bullet passed through
at a downward angle.

Someone else
was holding the gun.

Which would make this murder.

When Roger was offered
the job at ONR,

that was huge.

But it meant that
I had to quit my job in L.A.

and move across
the country with him.

And what did
you do in L.A.?

You're gonna laugh.

Try me.

I was an on-air pitchwoman

for the Buy Now
Home Shopping Channel.

I knew I recognized you.
You know, I think

I actually bought a blender
from you at 3:00 a.m.

[laughs] Yeah, that was me.

Blenders, vacuums, mops.

I could sell anything.

Roger thought it was...

stupid.

"Frivolous" was
the word he used.

Not like his work.

And he had a point.

So I quit,
and here I am.

For better or for worse, right?

Amber, did he ever hurt you?

I, um...

I had a lot of coffee.

Where's the, um...

Just through
that door.

Hi.
Sorry.

Mm-hmm.

[sighs]

You okay?

I'm fine, yeah.

It's Amber I'm worried about.

Her husband.

Yeah, a real piece of work, huh?

It took a lot of courage
for her to speak up.

And she's really lucky
that she found you.

I know you've
only known her

for a couple of weeks,

but you've been
really protective.

Yeah, well, I've known

men like Carnahan.

[phone vibrates]

Mm, it's Parker.

Jimmy just ruled
Carnahan's death a homicide.

And Cyber Divisionconfirms

he stole files
from ONR's system.

Must've killed him
for those files.

AMBER:
Help!

Help!

[shouting]

Help me, Nick!

[tires screeching]

No shot, no shot!

- Anything?
- We've put a BOLO out

on the van and MPD
is setting up a perimeter.

I don't understand,

why would someone
take Amber Carnahan?

We think that whoever
her husband was selling

top secret research to
must have found out

that she's been talking to NCIS.

So they killed him
and abducted her.

Probably to find out
how much she told us.

And what will they
do with her after that?

Oh, God.

We're gonna find her,
but it would help

if we knew
what her husband stole.

What is the "MAD Falcon?"

SecDef has authorized
Dr. Lythcott

- to read us in.
- Please.

[beeping]

MAD Falcon is the Navy's next-
generation hypersonic missile.

"MAD" stands for

Missile Air Defense.

It's the culmination
of years of research.

Is that what I think it is?

Yes, the Falcon would be

the first nuclear-capable
hypersonic missile

in the military's arsenal.

Well, that narrows
our suspect list.

Russia, China, North Korea.

Carnahan wasn't
hurting for money.

He didn't just wake up one day

and decide to
betray his country.

I'm thinking
he was recruited years ago.

It's a pretty big thing to miss
on a DoD background check.

Yeah, too big.

Makes you wonder who ran it.

Track 'em down.

Agent Parker?

Please find
Mrs. Carnahan.

Tim, you find the van?

Well, uh,
yes and no.

We got a hit
on a traffic cam

from about
seven hours ago.

This is from
the Arlington park

where Dr. Carnahan
was murdered.

So, whoever killed Carnahan
kidnapped Amber.

But that doesn't
help us find her.

What about the motel?

- What about it?
- Remember, I told you

I saw the white van
parked outside

right where
the photos were taken?

Rule 39.

That's the one about

no coincidences, right?

KNIGHT:
So, maybe the killer

was watching Amber at the motel
to see who she was talking to.

And then used these photos

to sell her husband's murder
as a suicide.

Kasie's been
working on ID'ing

the photographer.
I'll go talk to her.

Knight, I need you to pull

Carnahan's background
investigation

and find out who worked it.

I want to know why
they missed these red flags.

You got it.

Whoa, whoa,
whoa, Torres.

Where you going?

I'm gonna go see if Jimmy
missed anything else important.

Well, look, whoever staged
Carnahan's suicide

knew what they were doing.
This isn't Jimmy's fault.

No, it's not, it's mine.

She was my C.I., Parker.

It was my job to protect her.

Yeah, and it still is.

Jimmy's doing his job,
you do yours.

Go back over Amber's statement.

Maybe there's something
that we missed.

All right.

Hey, Kase.

Hey, McGee.
Hey, tell me if this is weird.

So, I just finished analyzing
the drives found at

the Carnahan house.
Guess what they contained?

Top secret missile designs?

Nothing.

Well, not nothing.

I mean, like, you know,
expense reports,

meeting transcripts,

a recipe for
cauliflower soup.

Nothing remotely classified.
Weird, right?

Yeah, very weird.

But that's not
why I'm down here.

Oh, the motel photos?

Yeah. Any luck ID'ing
who took them?

Whew! It has been
a journey, my friend.

So first, I started off
trying to trace

the encrypted texts
that put the photos

on Carnahan's phone
in the first place.

No luck.

But then, I noticed
something interesting

in one of the
wider shots.

See that?

Yeah, it looks
like smoke. Uh, yeah.

And that little tendril

sent me on the hunt
for some butts.

Cigarette butts. I figured

someone in the van
was a smoker.

And since most vehicles
phased out ashtrays

decades ago,
I assumed

they sadly did what
most people do.

Toss their butts out the window.

Drives me crazy.

Oh, yeah, me too.

But I was right.

So, I sent Curtis to the motel,

and he found five butts,

all in the area where
the photos were taken.

Two of the butts
were useless,

but three of the butts
had partial fingerprints.

So, I took
all the partial prints

from the butts-- Oh, my gosh.

I'm saying "butts"
a lot, aren't I?

Hmm. Okay.

And I ran them all
through AFIS.

Still waiting.

But... [clears throat]

Nevertheless,

I thought I could update you

on Refgate 2024.

"Refgate"?

Oh, yeah,

I also like
"Scandalball."

Yeah, Curtis told me
about your

little championship confusion,

and I realized that
what you need is VAR.

Video assisted referee?

Exactly.

So, I uploaded
all the social media

videos of the game

into a simulator,
and it generated

a 3D reenactment
of the disputed play.

Kasie, this is--

About as sporty as I get.

I was a clumsy child.

Um, I still can't tell if
the ball crossed the goal line.

Hmm. Wait for it.

[whistle blows][booing sound effects play]

It crossed.

They scored?

Which means...

[sighs] Jimmy and I were wrong.

[exhales]
We made a bad call.

So, what are
you gonna do?

Ooh, got a hit on the prints.

Okay, so, meet Harold Lamb.

Retired Navy.

Now a private
investigator.

And...

oh.

Guess what kind of vehicle
is registered to his name?

- A white van.
- Mm-hmm.

Do we know where he is now?

? ?

Someone's inside.

- Federal agents!
- Open up!

- Out of the van!
- What?

Headphones off!

Out of the van!

- Okay.
- Let's go!

Turn around.

I'm just an intern, I'm
doing this for school credit.

[sighs]

Daniel Simmons.

Goes to
Waverly University.

No sign of Amber.

- Who?
- Where's Lamb?

He's undercover
in the bar next door.

He's on a case.

So are we. Pull him out. Now.

[sighs]

Oh, man.

You got some nerve,
burning me like that.

Do you know
how many weeks

it took for me
to set up this undercover?

And what the hell
does NCIS want with me anyway?

I've been retired
from the Navy for 30 years.

Oh.

Now I get it.

Lover boy's a Fed.

Okay, now is this the point
where we shut off the camera

and we all go
and look for my teeth?

Where is she?

How should I know? I mean,

I hate to break it to you,
Casanova, but,

ten to one,
she probably

tuck-tailed and went back
to her husband.

So if you want to find her,
you can ask him.

Yeah, well,

he's not talking, Harry.

Oh.

[inhales deeply]

Hmm.

Well...

that explains
why I haven't gotten paid.

Wait a minute.

Is that why I'm here?

'Cause you think I did this?

We've got your van at the park
where Carnahan was killed.

And we got your van

at the diner
where Amber

was kidnapped.

Well, I don't know
anything about that,

but that's
not my van.

Looks like your van.

Yeah, but it's not.

I mean, there are a whole lot
of white vans out there.

Why do you think
I use 'em for surveillance?

Now, listen,

Carnahan hired me ten days ago

because he thought
he was being two-timed by her

and he wanted me to tail her.

Which I did.

That's it. End of story.

What about the beginning?

What?

When did you first meet him?

I told you,
about ten days ago.

Wrong answer.

You met him a year ago.

You did his background
investigation

before he joined ONR.

Government work is classified.

So it's not a lie
if Uncle Sam says it isn't.

Hmm. Well, it is a crime
to falsify the report.

What? What are you
talking about?

Carnahan was clean as a whistle.

I got news for you, Harry--

before he was murdered,

Carnahan stole
top secret research.

But you already knew that,
didn't you?

PARKER:And you painted a pretty
picture with this report,

which got Carnahan
in the door at ONR.

And then you two
hatched a plan to steal

and sell the MAD Falcon.

[laughing]

You think this is funny?

[chuckles]
No.

[sighs]
I think it's a setup.

And I think
that broad

has got her hooks
so deep into you

that you can't even see it.

We got a problem.

Oof, actually, more than one.

I've been processing the van,

and the P.I.'s
hidden camera confirms

that he was in that bar
for the last five hours.

So he couldn't
have abducted Amber.

And we are looking
for a different white van.

What's the other problem?

I've been trying
to track Amber's phone,

and when I accessed
her cloud account,

I found two files.

The first is the guest list
for SECNAV's party,

where she and Torres met.

How the hell did she get that?

And the second is
Torres' classified NCIS file.

How the hell'd she get that?

I don't know how,
but I know when she got it--

a whole week before she
and Torres had their meet-cute.

KNIGHT:
Lamb's right.

This is a setup.

Amber's been playing us
the whole time.

PARKER:
Amber's got to be one hell of a hacker

to pull SECNAV's party list
from a DoD server.

And she would've had to hack
one of our own

to get Nick's personnel file.

Got Curtis looking
into it now.

We're missing something.

Amber's a TV pitchwoman.

She sells mops and Chia Pets,

not hypersonic missiles.

Don't sell her short.

Before movingto D.C.,

Amber workedin L.A.

for the Buy Now
Home Shopping Channel.

And as part of her job,
she spent a lot of time in China

working with suppliers.

Especially this man.

Zhao Ming,
a deputy minister

of Chinese
State Security.

He has a history of
grooming American assets.

You're saying that Amber
might be a spy?

Well, if that's true, maybe her
kidnapping wasn't a kidnapping.

Maybe it was an extraction
disguised as a kidnapping.

Kind of like a murder
disguised as a suicide.

I'm telling you,
we're missing something.

PARKER:Nick,

listen, you may not
want to hear this,

but everything
that she has done

all points to her playing
the long game.

But what game?

Why come to me? Why...

why tip me off on a crime
she's about to commit?

Look, I'm not saying
that she's innocent.

I'm just saying...

We're missing something.

Well, we better find her,
get some answers.

I think I know
who might be able to help.

Oh, wow. So he-he
just walked out naked?

- Mm-hmm.
- And what'd you do?

Well, my job.
Took the pictures.

Uh, client never used 'em
though, I guess,

because the target's
a senator now, so...

That's a warrant for all of your
surveillance on Amber Carnahan.

[sighs]
I see.

So, first you accuse me
of murder and kidnapping,

but now you want
my help, right?

The sooner we find her, the
sooner you get your van back.

We just need help
going through all of this.

Anything that might tell us
where she's going.

Oh, so she wasn't kidnapped, hmm?

KASIE:
Whew.

Ah. I think
that's the last of it.

Man, Harry, you got
- a whole office back there. - Yeah.

Office, bedroom,

occasionally a
bathroom, you know?

Yeah, I, uh...
I-I found the jars.

Oh!

I also found this.

It was buried
under a stack of folders.

Wow, that's a Bronze Star.

- That's got to be a story.
- Yeah, not really.

Listen, I-I think
that my intern

would do a better
job of this than me,

so--He's already back at Waverly.

Stop stalling.[sighs]

Let's get this over with.

JIMMY:
Hold the elevator!

[grunts]
Thanks.

Hey. What you
still doing here?

Oh, just finished
my autopsy report.

What about you? Any luck
finding Mrs. Carnahan?

Uh, unfortunately not.

Yeah, I feel for Nick.

Having someone you trust
betray you like that,

- I can't imagine.
- Mm.

Listen, Jimmy,
about the game...

What are you doing?

Tim, I saw the reenactment
Kasie made.

So you know?

Did you tell anyone?

No.

Um...

but don't you think we should?

Absolutely not.

Tim, you know these parents.

We reverse our decision,

we'll never hear
the end of it.

They will question
every call we make.

Our days of reffing
will be over.

Yeah, but what about the kids
that should've won?

I mean, don't you think
they deserve to know?

Kids are resilient.

Trust me.

It's the parents
who are fragile.

All right. Well...

whatever you decide, Jimmy,
I-I got your back.

Thank you, Ref.

Oh, you got
to flip the...

Hmm? Oh, right.

[chuckling]

Never done
that before.

Quite the power move.
[chuckles softly]

[sighs]

All right, what about this?

She ate lunch alone
at a caf� two days in a row.

She interact with anyone?

No.

- Did she leave anything?
- No.

Did you take any photos?

No, because
her husband

wanted me to get a picture
of her in the act,

not while she's
eating a croissant!

You know what,

I'm done with this. This
is just a waste of time.

Sit down, Harry.

Or what? You gonna arrest me?

I said, sit down.

Okay, maybe we should take
a break.

You know what your
problem is, Torres?

You broke the first
rule of surveillance--

never get too close.

'Cause when you
get too close,

you get burned.

What happened to you, man?

You served your country.

You know, they only give these
to heroes.

Look at you.

Yeah.

I served, all right.

And you know
what I got?

I got screwed over.

So...

I guess, me and you,

we got a lot more in common
than we thought.

Nick.

Hey.

Don't listen to him.

Why not?

He's right.

She played me.

She read my file. She knew about
the man who hurt my mother.

She knew what buttons to push.

Someone came to you,

asking for help.

And what did you do?

You helped them.

Because that's who you are and
that's who you've always been.

Nick, you didn't do
anything wrong.

So get out
of your head.

We got a two-timing
broad to catch.

Well, maybe this'll help.

A GPS tracker?

Yeah. I put it on Amber's car.

I didn't say anything because...

Because it's illegal?

What was Amber doing
in a place like this?

[squealing nearby]

You hear that sound?

It's coming
from in there.

Ready?

Three, two...

Dr. Lythcott?

What's she doing here?

Not breathing.

I found the van!

[muffled groaning, whimpering]

[gasps]
Is he gone?

- Who?
- The man who kidnapped me.

He had me locked
in there for hours.

I knew you'd come.

Drop the act.

What act?

I know you targeted me.

What are you talking about?

PARKER:
The MAD Falcon.

You and your hubby
stole the plans.

I have no idea
what you're talking about.

I found something
that might jog her memory.

Is that a 3D printer?

Yeah. Check it out.

They were printing parts
for a Falcon missile prototype.

Coming back to you?

Nick, it's not
what it looks like.

She's right.

They didn't steal plans
for a missile.

Behold the MAD Falcon.

A vacuum cleaner?

Please, I can explain.

You've got it all wrong.

Well, half wrong.

See, it turns out

you and your husband
didn't steal the MAD Falcon.

That's what I'm trying
to tell you.

But you and Dr. Lythcott did.

Phone calls

and emails between you

and Dr. Lythcott
going back months.

KNIGHT:
The two of were accomplices.

She stole the plans
for the Falcon,

and you used NCIS
to frame your husband for it.

PARKER:
Lythcott killed him,

then you killed her.

No! No. I would never.

[murmurs]

I lied when I told you that
I didn't have any friends here.

I had one:

Wendy Lythcott.

And she told me everything
about the MAD Falcon.

Would that be the missile
or the vacuum?

The missile was a dud.

After five years

and billions of dollars,

it didn't work.

When my husband joined ONR,
he shelved the project.

And how did Wendy feel
about that?

How do you think?

She poured her heart and soul
into the Falcon.

One night,

we were drowning
our sorrows

over a bottle of wine,
and she told me everything.

"High-speed vortex,"

"cyclonic separation."

I don't know what they mean,

but I have said those words
a thousand times

when I was selling vacuums
on TV.

So, you weren't gonna sell
the Falcon to a foreign power.

You were gonna put them
on store shelves.

It was simple.

Wendy designs it,

and I use my home-shopping
contacts to get it to market.

But they were still
Navy property.

You're telling me

that this was worth
committing treason?

It was worth it

if it meant
I finally got away from him.

He was a monster!

The Falcon was my ticket out.

I know what you're thinking,

but I didn't kill him.

- Then who did?
- I don't know!

Someone found out
about our plan.

[sighs]

He killed Roger,
then he kidnapped me.

Then he contacted Wendy
and told her,

if she didn't give up
the Falcon,

he would put a bullet
in my head.

But I'm guessing your kidnapper
wasn't too thrilled

when he learned that
the Falcon missile was nothing

but a high-priced Hoover.

He got angry.

He shot Wendy and got away
with a copy of the Falcon.

Please, you have to believe me.

[sighs]
Nick!

Tell them!

Nick, please!

Please tell them.
You know me! You know

I'm not a killer!
[inhales sharply]

[crying]

- Nick, please.
- What do you think?

Hey, she's lying.

Wasn't talking to you.

Sit down, please.

I believe her.

After everything she's done?

Yeah. Amber's not a murderer.

Somebody else killed them.

Man, seriously,
the more I study this thing,

the more I want one.

Here. Check it out. Okay.

It uses the missile's
impeller technology

to compress

and expel air, bypassing the
need for internal combustion.

- Kasie.
- No. Hold on now. Wait a minute.

People talk about building
a better mousetrap,

but damn, this thing could
suck up mice like candy.

- Kasie!
- Oh, yes!

Sorry. Killer on the loose.
Okay, here we go.

So...

I processed the van that you
recovered from the warehouse.

According to the VIN,

it was stolen
three days ago.

Now, I found
Amber's hair,

Amber's fingerprints,
Amber's DNA,

but no one else's.

Whoever they are,
they are smart.

Okay, but you're smarter, right?

Listen, I'm sorry, Nick,
but all I can tell you

about the killer is what
radio station they liked.

'Cause it was playing
when I started the van.

"WVUY, the official
station of..."

Waverly University.

See, Kasie, I told you
you were smarter.

Hey, Tim.

Is Harry still with you?

When did he leave?

Hey, Harry,
what's on the schedule?

Hey, kid.
Uh, well, no cases today,

just a...
just a business opportunity.

Vacuums.

[laughs]
Excuse me?

Come on, kid.
Don't act dumb.

I know what you did.
I was looking

at the surveillance of Amber
last night, and I saw gaps

and missing reports,
all of which happened

when you were working solo
on your shift.

No. Your van's a mess, Harry.
You probably lost 'em.

No, I don't think so.

No, I think that you overheard

Amber talking
about stealing the Falcon,

and you decided to cash in.

The only thing was,
you didn't count

on becoming a vacuum salesman,

but, uh,
I can help you with that.

No, you're crazy.
I'm out of here.

Or I could turn you in
to NCIS.

I leach off Amber's plan,
now you leach off mine? That it?

Way of the world, kid.

Only question is,

why did you kill Carnahan, hmm?

He was a loose end.

Ah.

Leaving him alive was
the biggest flaw

in Amber's plan.

But I...

thought of everything.

Get in the van.

How many times
I got to tell you, kid?

Always bring backup.

Drop the gun, Danny.

It's over.
We got it all on tape.

Yeah, I guess you'll get
your criminology degree

when you're in prison.

DANNY:
You son of a bitch.

[Torres grunts]

Nick!

You okay?

Oh, yeah, I'm okay. I'm okay.

I'm okay.

Are you?

Yeah.

[groans]

[distant sirens wailing]

Jimmy? You down here?

[door opening]

Hey, Tim. Thanks for coming.

[door closes]
Yeah, what's, uh... what's going on?

Why are you in uniform?

I want to look official
for my last act as head ref.

I'm resigning.

What?
- Because of one bad call? - No.

It wasn't just that.

You know I started reffing
after Breena died?

Yeah, suddenly
I was a single dad,

my life spinning out of control.

And I know this is gonna
sound silly, but...

...the rules,

and of course,
the uniform...

It really helped me
through a tough time.

You know, and then
everything with Jess.

I guess I just kind
of doubled down.

But it's time to
make a substitution.

Remember, Tim,

your whistle is your voice
on the field.

Don't be afraid to use it.

Jimmy, if being a ref helps you,
you got to keep doing it.

Because you are
the best head ref

this league has ever seen.

I...Come on. Come on.

Besides, I, uh...
I already quit.

These parents are crazy.

I just want
to watch my kids play soccer.

I know, right?
I mean, if you ask me,

some of these people take
this stuff way too seriously.

[chuckles]

[whistle blowing]

LAMB:
Well, I guess we both got played for suckers, huh?

Well, that's what you get for
trying to do the right thing.

Hey, thanks for your help
in getting Danny's confession.

Oh, it was kind of fun,

being part of a team again.

Last time I felt like that,
I was with the SEALs in 'Nam.

Which is why
I asked you to meet me here.

You left this back at NCIS.

Harry, do you stay in touch
with any of your old teammates?

No.

Not many of 'em left, though.

Most of them that are
deserve this more than I do.

Let me ask you. Um...

[sighs]

Why'd you do that? I mean,
push me out of the way?

You could have been killed.

You were my C.I., Harry.

It was my job to protect you.

I don't have to explain that
to a hero like you.

[laughs softly]

So, um...

you gonna buy me lunch?

Oh, man. There he is.

Maybe I should have
let him shoot you.

[both laughing]

Well, that's what you get
for doing the right thing.

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