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(playing lively jazz music)

(whoops)

Hey, Lieutenant,
you okay?

Take a load off, man!

Relax!

I'm, uh... I'm fine.

Yeah!

(whoops)

Hey. How you doin' tonight?

You look like you could use
something cold.

Yeah. Just...

some water, please. That's all.

Thank you.
Darlin', why don't you go get
some air, okay?

Relax a
little.

Hey. Navy. Navy,
you all right?

My God!

(grunts)
Whoa, easy.

(panting)

(yells)

(tires screeching)

(crowd gasping)

(excited chattering)

♪ Boom, boom, boom, boom ♪

♪ Bang, bang, bang, bang ♪

♪ Boom, boom, boom, boom ♪

♪ How, how, how, how ♪

♪ Hey, hey ♪

♪ You gotta come on. ♪

You concentrate any harder,
you're gonna strain a muscle.

I am learning about New Orleans.
Coming from the Great Lakes,

I want to soak up all the
history and culture that I can.

It'll make me
a better agent.

Well, you don't need
a book to do that.

I'm new to the Gulf. I need
all the help I can get.

Tell me one thing you know
that I can't read about.

Chicken Fried Raymond.
Who?

Chicken Fried Cornelius Raymond.

Street musician.

Corner of Dauphine and Conti.

Been standin' there for years.

Got kicked in the mouth
by a buggy horse.

Tooth flew
into the newly repaved concrete.

Still there now, crown and all.

That's disgusting.
You can't find that

in a history book.

Got another one.

Streetcar 952

that ran on the Desire
line started right here.

A little slice of Americana.

(phone rings)
In all the nooks and crannies.

Pride here.

When?

Call the morgue.
Tell 'em we'll be right there.

What we got?

USS Geronimo's in port,

and the crew's on liberty.

One of her
officers got hit

by a taxi early this morning
in the French Quarter.

Are you going to speak
to his XO?

Next on my to-do list.
Grab your things.

Did you know in 1923
there was

a train accident?
This horse-drawn delivery truck

was crossing the rails
when out of nowhere...
Are you gonna do this all day?

Do what?

(exhales)

(camera shutter clicking)

My mother always said, "Look
both ways before crossing."

Now I realize she meant
physically and metaphorically.

Why did the chicken
cross the road, Loretta?

In this instance,

"to get to the other side"
is clearly a misnomer.

LASALLE: A simple case
of man versus car.

Bartender says
Navy Lieutenant Lewis Collier

was behaving erratically,
having trouble focusing.

Seem like he was
on something?

Drugged?
I won't know
till I do a full blood panel

back at the morgue.

Something had him jacked-up.

Had to be something
in his system.

Either he took it...

Or was forced to.

WADE:
Blood alcohol levels

indicate he wasn't inebriated.

Petechial hemorrhaging could
have been from impact but...

the whites of his eyes, yellow
and jaundiced like he overdosed.

The lieutenant is a plethora
of contradictions.

Let me rephrase
the question.

Why did the sailor
cross the road?

Let me rephrase the answer.

The sailor crossed
against his will.

Something made him do it.

Now he's dead.

Collier's XO,
Commander Bates,

is currently back on
board the Geronimo.

We're meeting
in an hour.

Details from Loretta?

She and Sebastian have
started the autopsy.

Anything on the lieutenant?

(phone rings)
LASALLE:
Lieutenant Lewis Collier,

32 years old.

Born and raised
in Chatham, Virginia.

Straight "A"s in college.
No flags on the play.

Engaged to be married.

Navy record?

Spotless.

Not even
a rental car parking ticket.

Somebody could've had
their eye on Collier

the minute
he stepped ashore.

Could've followed him,
drugged him at dinner.

It's happened before.
It fits the M.O.

Wait for the drugs to kick in,

follow him back to port,

mug him along the way.

He just... never got that far.

It'll show up in the labs.
Maybe.

Pride, Collier's
fiancée just flew in.

Let's see what she can tell us.

WOMAN:
You didn't know Lewis.

He was... so sweet,

so gentle.

You're right.
I-I didn't know the lieutenant.

But I know his shipmates

were having a good time
last night.

A-And I know he might've
taken something accidentally.

Or someone gave him something.

Lewis liked
to have fun,

but he was
super careful.

He worked out,
watched his diet,

took great
care of himself.

Navy records don't disagree.

He was the most responsible
man that I've ever known.

And yet something happened.

When he was in that bar,

everything changed.

Lewis cared about us.

He wanted a family. He wouldn't
do anything stupid to risk that.

Something made him run in front
of that car.

Autopsy's happening as we speak.

I loved him.
(sobs)

I'm truly sorry for your loss.

Agent Pride, my
fiancé's dead.

Please find out why.

Talk to me, Loretta.

Steinbeck.

Pardon?

Gone are the days
when people died of...

working too hard
in the fields,

and old age
was a legitimate

medical diagnosis.

I bring up Mr. Steinbeck because
those were simpler times.

Now it's all about peeling back
the layers.

Cases like this are
mysteries wrapped in...

complex enigmas.

I take it
you're curious about this one.

So far

all I can determine
of the lieutenant

is that he had some kind
of upper respiratory infection.

Labs back?
Yeah.

A basic analysis.
Nothing out of the ordinary.

White cells,

slightly elevated.

Antihistamines were found
in his system.

Decongestants. He must
have been feeling flu-ish.

As I said before, no alcohol
and no hallucinogenics.

What about a chemical
imbalance or TIA?

Something to account
for the behavior.

A stroke's doubtful
but worth checking.

Pride,
Hmm?

you know, there's a snowball
truck in the parking lot.

Is that you being polite?

You want me to go?
I appreciate...

You know I appreciate
the... guesswork,

but you need to let us
do our jobs.

Why are you so antsy
about him anyway?

He was a good man,
good officer.

No signs of bad behavior.

I got a feelin'
there's more to it.

As do I.

Mango or chocolate?

(chuckles):
Neither.

Until the lieutenant provides me
with some much-needed answers,

I prefer to remain sugar-free.

Go.

(ship horn blows)

I think the immigration monument
is not far from here.

It's just down the road
from here.

I used to patrol this area
when I was a deputy.

You know,
the late 1800s was

a very interesting time
in local history.

Yesterday I was reading
about the Italian community

in New Orleans...
You're really gettin' into this.

There's just so much.
I'm like a sponge.

I want to soak up everything
I can.

Don't believe everything
you read, Brody.

History's fun,
but it's not always accurate.

I want to hear

about your days
in the sheriff's department.

Nothing much to hear.

Alabama boy moves to New Orleans
and does some good.

You're being modest.

Got to be more to it
than that.

Some things are better
in small bites.

I guess I'm
one of 'em.

Commander Bates.

Agent Lasalle,
Agent Brody, NCIS.

You're here
about Collier.

He was a
gifted officer

and a good man.
It's a terrible loss.

This is Dr. Mitchell Hufcutt,
one of our medical consultants.

He was just offering some
grief counseling to my crew.

Glad I was here
and available to help.

How are they doing,
Doctor?
Wounds take time to heal,

whether they're accidental
or during times of conflict.

Posttraumatic symptoms
will surface eventually.

All we can do is address them
one day at a time.

If there's anything more
I can do for you, Commander,

don't hesitate to ask.

People say Collier was behaving
erratically last night,

like he was on something.

Does that surprise you?
Very much.

Collier was a pro.

All business.
Does he have any enemies?

None, as far as I know.

But we work under
a lot of pressure.

Issues come up on occasion.

What are you getting at?
Wondering
if the lieutenant was targeted.

By whom? We're all mourning
this loss together.

You know, I've been
in the Navy 15 years,

and I've never lost a sailor
until now.

You always know

it's a possibility in war time,
but not during a port visit.

And not like this.

Sebastian?

Oh, nice to see you,
Agent Pride.

Everything all right?

Well, yes and no.

Mind telling me
about the "no"?

(sighs)

For thousands of years,
Agent Pride,

people have been reaping
the benefits of yoga.

Scholars have traced its roots
back to Stone Age shamanism.

It increases blood flow
to the brain.

Helps me and others focus
in times of trouble.

You troubled about something?

There are certain things

that I've come
to count on in life.

The Rebirth at the Maple Leaf
every Tuesday,

the fact
that I can do a speed run

of Super Mario Bros. 2
in eight and a half minutes, and

my trusty Mass
Spectrometer, though,

not necessarily in that order.

What are you getting at,
Sebastian?

Well, I had
prepped a sample

of Lieutenant Collier's
stomach contents for analysis,

but I'm getting readings
that don't make any sense.

A bacteria that I didn't
expect to encounter.

What kind of bacteria?

Oh, I'm not talking
about a good kind of bacteria,

like in live yogurt cultures,
or that Jamie Lee Curtis stuff,

but like a real
nasty-looking bacteria.

The kind that
destroys small cities

in Japanese
monster movies.

So, anyway, I thought
I'd take a moment,

center myself,
do dolphin pose.

Did it help?
Not especially, no.

But it did give me time
to focus and prepare

to explore the
accuracy of my data.

Something's-something's
definitely miscalculated.

How far along is Loretta?

Concluding her autopsy.

She should be
handing me all kinds

of pertinent information
in a matter of...

(alarm sounding)
Uh-oh. Dr. Wade.

Stop right there! Go back!

Both of you, get back!
You need a mask in here.

Loretta, what is it?
Are you all right?

Go on, get back!

Both of you!
Wh... hold on.

I've detected septicemia

and bacteria
in the decedent's lungs.

The sinuses are full
of bloody mucus, the bleeding

is into the dermis
and the internal organs.

Can you make a hypothesis,
Mr. Lund?

Well, I mean, it-it could be
any number of things really.

Although, the bacteria
that you're mentioning

explains my Mass
Spec concern.
And?

But without definitive
sampling I could... Oh, my.

I got to get
my orange vest!

I'm very focused right now.
I know the protocol.

Loretta, what
the hell is this?

This man isn't drugged.

He has bubonic plague!

VANCE:
Before I continue,
were you all checked?

Head to toe.

Vaccinated, too.

This is the first confirmed case

of bubonic plague in a U.S.
metropolitan city in decades.

Course of action
is Yumen, China.

Happened in Yumen last July.

Man died of the plague, and
they closed down the whole city.

Quarantines, roadblocks,
you name it.

Swift action prevented
an outbreak.

Of course, we're not there yet,
but we need to follow suit.

We need to track Collier's path
through the city.

Figure out all the people
he came in contact with,

where he ate, even
which bathrooms he used.

Hospitals are on alert.

BOLO's out
on anyone showing symptoms.

New Orleans knows how
to take on a crisis.

It should. You've been
to hell and back.

And yet, we're still here,
Director.

Can't get rid
of us that easy.

All right,
we're following standard,

bio-attack emergency protocol.

Where are we
with the Geronimo?

Ship is on lockdown, and

we're rounding up sailors
from liberty.

Round faster.

Enlist the help
of local law enforcement.

If the contagion happened
on board, they're all carriers.

I'm on it.
PRIDE:
We're gonna need help
from the CDC.

Details on symptoms
and treatments.

Incubation is two to six days.

Since the crew
just started liberty,

that means it had
to originate on board at sea.

Doc Wade said flu medication
was in Collier's blood work.

He was sick, just
didn't know how bad.

Mayor, governor,
who else knows?

The goal is to keep this
orderly, calm and focused.

Sir, it says here that the
bubonic plague, going back

to the late Middle Ages,
was primarily spread by fleas

associated with mice and rats.

Water rat could have been
on board the whole time.

Or snuck on
with food or supplies.

Pride, it's clear we need
to contain this situation fast.

If word gets out,
a citywide panic

would be just as deadly
as the plague itself.

(quietly):
Yeah.

PRIDE:
That'd be 34 unaccounted
for, right?

(Wade speaks indistinctly)
I got them, I got them.

Okay.
All right, can I have
everybody's attention, please?

We have the full support
of the Navy, the Pentagon,

and the national
health organizations.

Now, as of roll call half an
hour ago, there are 34 sailors

from the Geronimo
still at liberty

in the city of New Orleans.

They're all
being contacted.

NCIS, in conjunction
with local law enforcement,

is looking to pick up
each and every one of them.

And I can assure you
that we won't stop

until every crew member
is safely returned

to the ship and tested.

Doc Wade.

Have there been any reports
at local hospitals

of civilian patients
exhibiting symptoms?

None. We're in constant
communication

with the emergency rooms,
and there's nothing yet.

HUFCUTT:
We've gathered as much

antibiotic

and live-attenuated
EV76 vaccine as we can.

Bubonic isn't something
we had stockpiled.

No one saw this coming.

All we can do is hope for the
best and prepare for the worst.

Copies of my autopsy

on Lieutenant Collier
are being distributed.

As laboratory specifics
are determined,

you'll be the first to know.

Based on your initial
examinations, Dr. Wade,

how physically destructive
is this bubonic strain?

It's the worst I've ever seen.

(indistinct chatter)

Six crew members from
the Geronimo were found

in the Garden District.

No visible sign
of illness.

That's good news.

Sheriff offering air support?

Mounted officers
in the Quarter,

air and patrol units
everywhere else.

Why is finding sailors
like herding cats?

I got to say-- murderers,

drug dealers, terrorists--
I can take 'em all down.

But chasing a germ scares
the hell out of me.

We'll do it together.

Let's get out there
and stop this.

We're gonna stop it

before it stops New Orleans.

That was Pride.

They just picked up five
more from the Geronimo.

Fishing trip on a charter
in the gulf.

All of 'em was together.

Any symptoms?

Nothing yet.

Docs are checking.

Local sheriff
and NOPD units divided the city

into different search quadrants.

Hospitals got
phone banks going.

Reaching out to locals,
asking if they've seen anything.

We put tracking software
on every sailor's

cell phone.

Brody, you've
been a big help.

Pride and I
want you to know

we kind of like
having you around.

There's been way too
much testosterone

in this office
for too long.

Oh. You two know
I needed a change.

I guess I got lucky.

(beeping)
Cell tracker.

Got a bead on one of
the missing crewmen.

It's trying to lock in.

(beeping)

Phone belongs to...

Ensign Jerome Diggs
out of Cleveland, Ohio.

Somewhere on the bayou.

It'll be daylight
before we reach him.

I'll call Pride, tell
him to meet us there?

Let's move.

(music playing)

(coughing)

(coughs)

(laughs)

Another hand.

No limit, Texas Hold 'Em.

Little blind's 25, big's 50.

Antes doubled every 15 minutes.

Little late to be upping
the stakes, hey, big man?

It's my game, my rules.

Hey, look, we're just
trying to have some fun.

(coughing)

Fun. You want fun,
there's a casino downtown.

Boy, I am prepared

to advance you
some betting money.

(clears throat)

What's the vig?

(coughing)
Double the advance every hand.

It's too rich for my blood.

You here to complain or win?

(door bangs open)

NCIS. Hands where I can see 'em.

You Ensign Diggs?

Yes, sir. What's going on?

More than you realize. Come
on. Let's go, everybody up.

Come on, let's go, everybody!

You too, Junior.

Get a move on.

I ain't going nowhere.

Not with all my
money sitting here.

I had a feeling.

(laughing):
We were just playing
a friendly game.

It really smells awful in here.

Smells like
stupidity to me.

You know what, uh...

I think you best leave.

You need to put your hands up.

We're shutting
this game down.

You're under arrest.

(grunts)

Damn, Christopher.

(grunting)

That was pretty.

But if he's infected,

we're gonna have
some sick gators on our hands.

Talk to us, Brody.

That's what I'm talking about.

Also heard from the quarantine

at the vets hospital.

Ensign Diggs did test positive
for bubonic,

but they got to him in time.

Fatality rate
decreases by 50%

once the antibiotic
is administered.

They're pretty sure
he'll make it.

11 to go.

Let's find us some sailors.

(phone rings)
Call coming in.

PRIDE:
That's the crisis center.

Update, Doctors.

Agent Pride, the antibiotics
seem to be working

with the crewmen showing
positive symptoms.

The EV76 vaccine
is being administered

to everyone else
on board the ship.

So far we have only one isolated
civilian case connected

to a woman, a tourist, staying

at a downtown hotel, but
we think we got to her in time.

How far outside of the city
does the vaccine need to reach?

We're prepared,
pharmaceutically,

to go all the way to
the state border if necessary.

All of the manufacturers
have been contacted

and they're standing by.

But we still haven't found
ground zero.

Agent Lasalle's right. We can't
guarantee it's controlled

until we know
where it started.

Thank you, Doctors.
We need to get
back on that ship.

If it started there, we have
to forensically determine

the origin
of the bacteria.

Okay, I like y'all
and I love this job,

but...
Relax. I already
volunteered.

When?
As long as the
hazmat suit fits,

I'm good to go.

And Director Vance has sent
some qualified help down, too.

Who?
Someone who's
built up

a possible tolerance

having been exposed
to bubonic plague

ten years ago.

And he's willing
to roll the dice again?

I don't know
if that agent's brave

or just plain pigheaded
and foolish.

BATES:
Are you some sort

of infectious disease expert,
Agent DiNozzo?

Ah.

Do I detect
sarcasm, Commander?

I've had my brush with
a particularly virulent strain

a few years back, but...

I came through smelling
like a daisy.

Ah. You're a lucky man.

I've heard that.

Well, every time something like
this pops up, they call me in.

They call me
the plague whisperer.

Ah. Agent Pride.

Don't you look protected.

I feel like an andouille sausage
in an extra small casing.

All I heard
was "sausage."

But you're
dressed correctly

because, of course,
you have a daughter

and this is ground zero,
which makes it dangerous.

By the way,
Commander,

did you shut the
ventilation down

We followed all standard
operating procedures.

What's the status of the crew,
Commander?

Everyone remains on lockdown
in their assigned berthings.

Our corpsmen
are still making rounds,

giving every person a
thorough exam and administering

the vaccine as necessary.

So where was the ship recently?

We've been conducting
training exercises nonstop

the last few months.

Started off Cape Horn,

up the Peru-Chile Trench
to the Panama Canal.

Passed Cuba
to the Tropic of Cancer

and back into the Gulf.

Make any stops along the way?

Just for fuel and supplies
but no one left the pier.

New Orleans was
the first liberty
the crew has had in weeks.

We're going to need to see
the manifest and ship's log.

That's not a problem.
We should start

with Lieutenant Collier's
stateroom.

Well, that's in O-Country.

All right.
Here we go.

Appreciate the company.

I appreciate you coming down.

Not exactly a
social call.

You kidding me? Every time
I get a gig like this,

they double my vacation time.

Is it worth it?

You've never been
on vacation with me.

Hello.

You must be Sebastian Lund.

I could spot a forensic geek
from a mile away.

Sebastian, allow
me to introduce

Carol Wilson,

lab tech extraordinaire
from the CDC.

You keep laying on
that Southern charm, Doc,

and I might not leave
when this case is over.

(chuckles)
It's nice to meet
you, sweetie.

Pleasure. Look, I'm sorry.

I'm not used to working
with strangers in my lab.

Especially not on a case
as significant as this.

Oh, well, Carol is no stranger.

She's probably one
of the sharpest minds

in bacterial immunology.

And who doesn't get excited
about a plague?

Best in the business.

Dr. Wade's
been filling me in.

Look, I'm here to help
in any way I can.

See, the thing is what we need
is an expert in Yersinia pestis.

So...
Well, that's funny because
I minored in pestis in college.

If there's
a bad germ out there,

this bad girl's gonna find it.

Well, if you'll excuse me,

I have some equipment

to decontaminate.
No...

You two... carry on.

All right.

Uh, well, let's... dive in.

Ms. Wilson, feel free to get
acquainted with my equipment.

Uh, no. Well,

I wasn't... (clears throat)
I wasn't trying to suggest

that you actually...
Let's get

these synapses fired up,
Lund, okay?

Uh, mm...

Lieutenant Collier was
something of a neat freak.

Collier led by example.

He was always
a squared-away officer.

Wish I could have seen this
coming.

Nothing you could have done
about it, Commander.

I'm responsible for everyone
on this ship.

If the contagion
started here, I want

to know how and why.

Trash collecting.
Who knew there'd be

a Fred Sanford element
to my very special career?

Bad news, gentlemen.

Come with me.

Any vitals?

Same signs. Same plague.

And no one noticed?

Duncan apparently said
he was tired.

He went to sleep.
He never woke.

We're gonna have
to search his whole quarters.

(soft squeaking)
Top to bottom.

Shh. Hold on.

(soft squeaking)
What is it, DiNozzo?

Do you hear that?
Something...

Is it coming from
the walls?

(squeaking, scratching)

It's like a scra...

It's over here.

(scratching)
What is that?

Oh, boy.

Oh!
Hey, look out!

Look out. There it is. Get it.

BATES:
Where is it?

Here... here it goes.

(squeaking)
Well, well.

Look what the cat
dragged in.

Can I go home now?

How can something so small
be so dangerous?

Actually, Agent Brody,
he's innocent.

And totally healthy.

Blood work came back negative.

No plague at all?

That's right. No sign

of bacterial infection.

Well, if it wasn't a rat,
what else could it be?

(computer beeping)
Uh-oh.

BRODY: What's uh-oh?
I don't like "uh-oh."

Skin samples from both
Lieutenant Collier

and the ensign appear
to be the same.

Both men were infected by
the same strain of plague.

That's not exactly a surprise.

Yeah, but the purity
of the strain is.

Guys, this is a version
of the plague

that couldn't have come from
a flea or a cute little rat.

This abomination
didn't occur naturally.

It happened in a lab.

It's a synthesized and
manufactured bacteria.

So neither of our victims
were infected by accident.

This ship was targeted,

as in military terrorism.

And by sending them out
on liberty...

Our own sailors become weapons
of mass destruction.

(low, indistinct chatter)

I've been calling your cell.

You're not answering.

Left my phone on my desk.

Sorry.

You want some
coffee? There's...

a fresh pot. The beans
are from Spitfire.

You're clearly not planning
on getting any sleep.

Too much on my mind.

Didn't sleep in 2005.

No point
trying now.

Two dead.

How many more...
infected?

How much
can the...

city take?

How much more
can the city handle?

Dwayne Cassius Pride,
you listen to me.

You want to see strength?

You ain't seen nothin' yet.

I'll get the coffee.

ABBY:
Only a handful of laboratories
in the world have access

to a strain this powerful.

The question is,
which one did it come from?

I know the bubonic and
this offspring are crazy potent.

Don't you just love her?

We know for sure that...

the Geronimo was circling
South America, right?

In Chincha, Peru,
it's common to eat cat.

Cats can carry Toxoplasma
that can cause toxoplasmosis.

Okay, okay, okay.

True but gross.

And why?
Well,

toxoplasmosis just happens
to be one of the many diseases

Navy Medical Research Unit 6

studies in their
lab at Lima.

Including plague.

Number Six is like
the Fort Knox of bad germs.

It's like the world's
most secure petri dish.

Yeah, and no one on the ship
had any business being there.

How did it get on board?
I mean,

it didn't just hitch a ride.

Or did it?

The evidence that
Agent Pride brought in--

what did the victims
have in their trash cans?

Well, there was
some dental floss,

gum wrappers, one

questionable magazine.

Someone left
some chewing tobacco

gnawed up in a big ball.
That's nasty.

And there were muffin
wrappers in both.

One blueberry and one... bran.

Uh-huh. Now prove
they were tampered with.

Yeah, running them.

Looks like both foil

wrappers had tiny needle
punctures in the outer paper.

Yeah, and I'm
picking up a high

concentration
of Yersinia pestis

in the remaining crumbs.
They must have

come from the ship's galley

or ward room.
Okay, so

connect baked goods
to darkest Peru.

Sebastian, you're a genius.

Namru Six in Lima
had a security

breach two weeks ago.

They kept it on the down low,

but someone entered
the live contagion unit.

Muffins?

Bad ones.

Filled with the plague.

Where'd they come from?

The galley.

It says in the manifest

Culinary Specialist,

Second Class Petty Officer
Linus Warren

signed for supplies
in port in Lima.

Who is he?
Petty Officer Warren.

One of the three sailors
still missing.

Linus is up
to his eyeballs in debt.

Headed for bankruptcy.

That's motive.

Yeah, but he's got a history
of charity work.

He volunteers all over
the world, including a place

in Central City the
last time he was here.

Café Reconcile.

Read about it
in one of my books.

It was started years ago
as a youth support center.

PRIDE:
Call them.

Find out if he's there.

(siren chirps)

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!
Hands in the air! Don't move!

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa,
whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

NCIS! Hands up!

Turn around!
Petty Officer Linus Warren,

we've been looking for you.
Why? What did I do?

I was on liberty; I didn't do
anything wrong, I swear!

What happened
to these guys?

Bubonic plague, not pretty.

You a baker, Linus?

Yes, sir, that's what I do.

Hm, and I'm sure

you not answering
a dozen calls from your XO,

NCIS and Navy HQ

is just a coincidence.

My phone broke.

back at the ship
when liberty ended.

People are dying,

Petty Officer Warren,
and we think you're responsible.

We think you poisoned them.

How?

Namru Six ring a bell?

Nam... I don't know

what you're talking about!

I didn't kill anybody.

I just bake.

I needed to chill and unwind.

I called some friends
at the café here in town,

and they said to come on over.
This is messed up, man.

This is crazy.

I couldn't kill anybody.

You just bake.

Yes, sir, I just bake.

What do you mean,
it came from the mess?

Muffins, to be exact, Commander.

And somebody had to get to them.

And you think
one of my crew did this?

Somebody from my ship?

It had to be somebody on board.
You tell me.

Agent Pride, I don't understand
what you're asking.

Did anybody else
board the Geronimo, Commander?

No. All crew
and passengers aboard

were registered in the manifest.

Then forgive my redundancy,
but...

could you please run me
through things one more time?

As we discussed,
the ship stopped in Lima

to refuel and get supplies.

And no crew left the pier?

No one.

But there was an adjustment.

There was an adjustment

to the ship's medical team.

Dr. Hufcutt?

You offer rides
to civilians sometimes?

He transferred via helo.

While we were already at sea,
not in port.

But close enough, Commander.

Can you tell me where
I might find the doctor?

Well, if he's not
at the crisis center,

he lives in Baton Rouge.

That's where
his pharmaceutical company

is based.

You don't think...

I don't think, ma'am.

I know.

Dr. Mitchell Hufcutt, founder
of Hufcutt Pharmaceuticals.

The company smartly made
alliances with the military,

providing combat meds

to field hospitals
for the past few years.

His reputation alone

gave him access
to the labs in Lima.

How's business now?

Terrible.
Several bad investments

have him on the verge
of collapse.

Is that a big ol' motive
I hear around the corner?

Hufcutt takes advantage
of the navy

to steal and create a plague
he can vaccinate against.

Like the bird flu scare
a few years ago.

He'd make hundreds of millions
on the antibiotics alone.

He manufactured
the vaccine, too.

Doesn't sound like
a coincidence to me.

So where is he now?
No one knows.

We called his home, his office.

He's vanished,
fell off the grid.

All right, track everything,

credit cards, cell phones.

I want to know when he unzips
his fly in the men's bathroom.

Find the son of a bitch.
Where you going?

Need to see a doctor, stat.

DR. HALEY:
Look, I'm sorry, Agent Pride,

but I don't know.

I came home to take a shower.

The last two days have been
difficult, to say the least.

I need to get back
to the crisis center.

I don't doubt that,
Dr. Haley, I just...

You and I have been
through plenty over the years.

I just need to know

if there's anything you talked
with Dr. Hufcutt about.

(sighs)

He mentioned he had an important
event to go to in Jackson.

A convention of some kind.

Something he said we actually
relevant to our dire situation.

What kind of convention?

I assume something medical.

There's a gathering
of physicians

from all over the world
happening.

I suppose it's possible.

But why now?

Why when he's needed
so badly here?

Germs travel, Doctor.

Bigger crisis means
more vaccine.

More medicine means more money.

(car door closes)

Tell me about the
convention in Jackson.

An organization called
Doctors International Outreach.

Doctors from around the globe
get together and share cases.

And then they go home.

Infected and carrying a bacteria
Hufcutt's company can medicate.

Treating thousands of victims.

The doctor's going global.

And the clue trail
is next to impossible to track.

Not if we can stop him.

Dr. Hufcutt just turned his
cell phone on for a minute.

I got him.

Can you track it?

I can do one better.

I can run his ass off the road.

(bells clanging)

NCIS. Where the hell do you
think you're going, Doctor?

Hey, what are you doing?!
Huh?

I didn't do anything.

Let me go.
Dr. Mitchell Hufcutt,

you are under arrest for murder

and domestic terrorism.
What?

Where's the bacteria you stole?

And be careful what you say,
because I might just ram it

right down your
pathetic little throat.

I don't know
what you're talking about.

This is crazy! Let me go!

Wait... Hey! Hey!

Hey, you can't do this.

Hey, whoa, whoa.

Stop! I can't swim! No!

No! Please.

Please don't do this.

I made a mistake.

The bacteria's safe;
it's in the car.

Aah!

King.

Please.

(Hufcutt panting)

BRODY:
This place is kind of beautiful.

I'm getting
some serious reading done.

LASALLE:
Well, I'm getting some bites.

A lot to be grateful for.

People are healthy,

bacteria's contained.

Catfish don't know I'm using
my secret weapon.

What is it?

Moldy cheese and fatback.

And you expect me

to eat what you catch?

If you don't, I will.

Come on, baby.

Come on.

You know you want it.

Take it.

Come on, baby.

Come to Daddy.
Come on now.

I'm right here waiting for you.

Is he really talking to that
fish like he's Barry White?

LASALLE:
Come on.

Called foreplay, Brody.

Every good fisherman knows how
to tease with the best of them.

(phone ringing)

This is Pride.

One marine's been shot?

Call the morgue.

We'll reach out to the family.

This is an NCIS case now.

And we're back to work.

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