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Proceed straight on Seventh Street.

Are you sure you gave me the correct
address? All I see are warehouses.

In 200 feet,
your destination will be on the left.

Well, I don't get it.

My GPS says I'm pulling up right now,
I haven't seen a house for miles...

You have reached
your final destination.

NCIS Season 12 Episode 16
Blast From the Past

Synchro: Gaillots & Kujathemas.

Rereading: Bruno.

www.Team-NCIS.com
Web-Dl sync: Rie van de Buggy's

No, you didn't cry?

- Not a single tear?
- Nada.

�Por qu�?

- What's this?
- We're talking Top Gun.

I just saw it.

Her virgin viewing.

Tony's frustrated I didn't cry.

And you were speaking Spanish why?

No lo s�.

Ignoring the fact that you spent
your entire life without seeing

1986's undisputed

action masterpiece, let me
just ask you one question:

what took you so long?

Busy, I guess.

"Busy, I guess." What-what?

I bet she carved out a little
time to see Frozen.

Great film.

Classic film.
You can't miss with a singing snowman.

Everybody loves Olaf.
Stay in your lane, McGee.

No problemo, senor.

Why are you talking
bad Spanish, McGee?

Uh, not sure, Boss.
Good news though.

Got your new smartphone
almost ready to go.

Yeah, it's Gibbs.

Smartphone?

I talked him into trying out
this bad boy for a couple days.

The latest technology, top of the line.
I'm telling you, he's going to love it.

You've met Gibbs, right?

Come on, let's go.

We got a dead civilian
in the warehouse district.

- Civilian? Why us?
- 'Cause Metro asked for us.

Hey, Boss, if we rode together,
we could do a short phone tutorial.

Not in Spanish, is it?

- Not to beat a dead horse.
- Too late.

But how did you feel
when Goose's jet went down

and Maverick is holding
dead Goose in his arms?

Goose died?

Yes, Goose died! What do you think
the point of the movie is?!

Didn't you watch it?

Yeah, I did, most of it.
I got bored.

Oh, Great Balls of Fire.

Lieutenant Cody Oaks.

You must be Agent Gibbs.

No. DiNozzo.

I understand the deceased isn't
military, so what are we doing here?

Uh, the victim, Leland Spears,
was found by a passerby.

Wallet's intact,
but his ID was flagged.

- By who?
- You.

Said, "If arrested, immobilized,
or deceased,

notify NIS immediately."

- "NIS"?
- Our agency

changed its name to NCIS
way back in '94.

'92, actually.
Why was it flagged?

I was hoping y'all could tell me.

What, did you come by way
of the Panama Canal?

Ye olde dragons.

Looks like something from your online
computer gaming world.

Could be a gamer.

First person's sweeping
the country. In fact,

Robert Morris University
has an E-Sports Varsity Squad...

Focus, McGee.

Why did Metro call us?

It's got something to do with NIS.

Hey, you guys stop somewhere?

Well, I wanted to show Boss

his new smartphone's
built-in navigation system.

Didn't work out?

You think?

Two to the heart.

Yeah, we didn't find
any shell casings.

I don't think you will.

Trained shooter.

- Who's the victim?
- Leland Robert Spears.

Spears?

Born 3 March 1959?

That's his birth date.

How could you possibly know that?

Tell Metro this is now an NCIS
crime scene. Call Ducky down here.

You know this guy, Boss?

Leland Robert Spears...

that's me.

Back in the NIS days,

Director Morrow formed
a small undercover unit.

As part of that, I was issued
a backstopped identity.

Leland Spears.

Well, this new Leland Spears
has no arrest record.

Not much of a record at all.

Living under a stolen identity,
not surprised he laid low.

- What was your case, Boss?
- Cases.

Worked at least a dozen,

everything from drug trafficking
to a double homicide.

I was told that the origin
of the identity was untraceable.

It probably was back then.

With the online landscape
the way it is nowadays,

hackers can access
just about anything.

- You think cyber-geeks did this?
- Definitely.

Any physical files would've
been destroyed years ago.

Whoever it was went to a lot
of trouble to secure the ID.

Let's find out why.

Spears' apartment...
you and McGee, go.

Abby find anything on the car
or on the cell phone?

I don't know.
That's my cue to find out.

Where's Gibbs?

Well, he sent me.

- Are you disappointed?
- Never.

Something different about you?

Well, I got a new tattoo,
but it's strategically placed

somewhere that you can't see, so...

Oh, these? Yeah.

They're old NIS coveralls,

blue, instead of red.

They belonged to the guy
before me, Doc Ward.

He was like a legend... one of the main
reasons that I applied for a job here.

But they've been in the closet,
so I'd wear 'em

- since we're working on an NIS case.
- Excellent.

Did you find anything?

Doc's glasses.

It's like I'm seeing
through his eyes.

Though I... I can't really
see anything.

Did you find anything in the car?

Oh. I'm getting there.

Take it easy, Magoo.

Doc was almost blind.

So, Spears was talking
to someone on the phone

when he got shot.

Unfortunately,
he was talking on a burn phone

as was the person he was talking to.

But save that frown,

because I found this puppy
buried underneath the hood.

What kind of puppy is it?

It's a very sophisticated
and expensive GPS tracking puppy.

It's not even available
to the public.

It's used by government agencies,
foreign and domestic.

But someone planted it on Spears.

But someone planted it on Spears.

Precisely.

Who the hell is this guy?

Leland Robert Spears.

Although no one should die
in this manner,

I'm glad that it's you
and not your predecessor.

That makes two of us, Duck.

You find out who he really is?

No. Fingerprints came back "no-hit".

We'll have to rely on DNA.

Do you think this could be connected
with one of your old cases?

Anything's possible.

Do you ever miss
your undercover days?

The adrenalin rush,

the unrelenting fear
of suddenly being exposed?

The real danger, Duck?

Losing focus of what matters,

being buried deep undercover
for too long.

Losing focus of what
or whom, Jethro?

I recall one case
when you had no choice

but to run off to Prague
with a gorgeous redhead.

You were clearly forced

to go above and beyond.

Ah, no such thing.

Why do you think this fellow
went to so much trouble

to resurrect your former identity?

I don't know if I could ever go
deep undercover.

Have you ever done it?

Not really. I mean,
not with a backstopped ID.

Tony did once, as Tony DiNardo.

He doesn't like to talk about it,
but he actually fell in love.

"Love"?

Did he get... intimate?

No. Tony DiNozzo didn't.

Tony DiNardo did.

What's this guy doing
with a black light?

He's got sports memorabilia,
video games.

He's like a teenage boy living
in a 50-something-year-old's body.

Tom Hanks in Big.

Tony would be proud
you actually saw that one.

Well, half of it.

I got something.

A security access card?

Maybe Abby can figure out
what he used it for.

Who are you?

NCIS Special Agent Timothy McGee.
Who are you?

Robbie Hale.
I live across the hall.

Is, uh, is Leland here?

- When's the last time you saw him?
- Last night.

I mean, I didn't actually see him,

I heard him.
He was in here playing,

Dragon Age.
My... my walls were shaking.

How well do you know him?

Is Leland in some kind of trouble?

Yeah, he's dead.

That's ultimate trouble.

We need to ask you some questions.

- Are you usually around?
- Yeah, man.

I work out of my pad, when I work.

I'm a day-trader.
Buy low, sell high.

It looks like, uh, Spears
lived here alone?

During the days, at least.

At night lately,
he's had what I called

a barrage of bunnies.

They all seemed really smart.

Do you know where Spears worked?

No, he isn't a talker.

But I don't think
he was working much lately.

He's been home a lot.

- Doing?
- Mostly playing video games and

listening to terrible
top-40 pop music.

Miley Cyrus, One Direction,

Flo-Rida. I'm, like, "Dude,
try The Doobie Brothers,

Bob Dylan,
anyone who owns a guitar."

Oh, man. NASDAQ...
it is dropping like a rock.

I got to scoot, brother,
but, um, I'll be next door

if you need me.

Stock trader? Really?

The times, they are a-changing.

These are the 5.56 by 45 slugs

that Ducky pulled from Spears' body.

Um, most likely
from a sniper's rifle.

I ran them through NIBIN,

and they don't match
any weapon anywhere.

GPS tracker you found hidden
on his car tell you anything?

Oh, yes, sir.

It was installed a week ago,

and I can tell you everywhere
that he's been.

Other than his apartment,

he's been to two Washington
Wizards games,

three strip clubs,
and several visits

to the Beltway Burger
on Phoenix Boulevard.

- That it?
- That is not it.

On Monday morning,

he drove from his apartment

to a remote area, 32 miles away.

He stayed there
for precisely 56 minutes.

What's way out there?

Trees and leaves...
and trees and leaves.

Yeah, yeah, Abs, I get it.

Pull up a satellite image.

Push in on that right here.

Huh. That looks like a cabin.

I will have McGee
and Bishop check it out.

Do you know McGee's cell number?

So, I'm married.

Do you think
Gibbs would still ask me

to go deep undercover
for months at a time?

I learned a long time ago

not to try and guess
what Gibbs is gonna do.

All right, should be
about a hundred yard this way.

So, hypothetically, I'm undercover.

Everything is going fine,

but then, the mark hits on me.

I have to make a decision.

Think the key word
is "hypothetically".

Gibbs hasn't asked you to do anything.
I wouldn't worry about it.

There it is.

Let me try this scenario.
What if...?

If a dead dude's shed
explodes in the woods,

and there's no one around
to hear it,

did it make a sound?

Bishop, you realize if we'd arrived

15 seconds earlier,
we'd both be dead.

Now, aren't you glad I made you
stop for coffee, McGee?

He's venti grateful.

Got a DC Chronicle sports section.

September 13 last year.

Spears must have been
trekking out here for months.

Maybe it's his man cave.

A place to get away from the wife.

In the middle of the woods?

Uh, anyway,
you haven't seen his apartment.

That's his man cave.

And there was no evidence of a wife.

Spears wasn't just
kicking it back here.

He was working.

I got a computer.

What's left of one.

What do you think, McGee?

Looks like this was shoved
in between the cushions

on the couch before the explosion.

He was hiding it.

From whoever left this.
McGee, come here.

Here's the trigger.

I know, I know.

I'm late.

Punctuality was never
your main event, Tom.

"Punctuality is
the great thief of time."

Oscar Wilde said that.

"Waste your time, not mine."

Jackson Gibbs said that.

I liked him a lot better.

Think maybe it's time
to upgrade to a smartphone?

You know what? I just did.

Turns out, it's not smart enough.

Good to see you, Gibbs.

Or should I be calling you Spears?

It's a flash from the past, huh?

A whole different life.

Those early, uh, NIS years, Tom...

you sure threw us to the wolves.

But those wolves are all
in prison or dead, aren't they?

What the hell's going on?

I wish I knew.

I'm pooling Homeland's resources
to get answers, but

as of now,
I'm as in the dark as you are.

What I can tell you is,

someone went
to a great deal of effort

to unearth your ghost.

You forged
my covert identity... Spears.

When we cleared
our last investigation,

you told me you burned it.

Well, you're half right.

I didn't invent
Leland Robert Spears.

He was delivered to me.

By who?

Michelle Stark.

She was also known
in the spook community as

"The Architect" because,
for decades,

she built these intricate,

untraceable identities for the...

- CIA.
- Yeah.

Stark created your Spears identity,

along with a whole slew
of other backstopped

NIS IDs for me back in those days.

She was the best.

Well, she was because...
she retired a few years ago.

You got an address?

I'll text it to you when I get it.

Thanks.

That phone of yours is capable
of receiving texts, right?

This is a vintage,
late-'30s parking timer.

Swiss made, reliable.

What were they for?

Originally, to remind you to put money
in your parking meter, usually

attached to a keychain, and they could
be set for up to 60 minutes.

But, then, in the '70s, terrorists

from Northern Ireland started using them
as triggering devices for IEDs.

Gave the bomber time
to get away safely.

This one was connected to a classic,
black-powder pipe bomb.

I can tell from the blast pattern

that the bomb was placed
three feet inside the front door.

And I found traces of alkylbenzene
used as an accelerant.

- That's kerosene.
- I know.

I feel like I'm channeling Doc Ward.

Maybe it's 'cause
I'm wearing his coveralls.

And he was the fire and bomb
investigative specialist.

He investigated the fire
on the USS Forrestal.

Really?

My father used
to talk about that all the time.

So, do you think you can channel Doc
and find out who rigged the cabin?

I can certainly try.

Thanks for seeing us, Ms. Stark.

Call me Michelle.

And please, you've made my day.

Since I retired,
I've got nothing but time.

You know, I thought I would do
so much, change so much.

But, then, one day I blinked,

my career was winding down,

and I had become
the neighborhood cat lady.

Is Theodore bothering you,
Agent Gibbs?

- No.
- Come here.

Come here. Come to Mama.
Yeah, that's a good boy.

Come on, sit down.

Now, listen, you're gonna be nice
to those visitors, you promise me?

How long were you
with the CIA, Miss Stark?

30 years.

A lot of hard work,
made a lot of sacrifices,

but loved every minute of it.

Just didn't have a lot of time
for a personal life.

Don't you make that mistake,
young lady. Okay?

- Already taken care of.
- Good for you.

So, you said on the phone
you wanted to talk about

a burn identity
I created 20-some years ago?

Leland Robert Spears?

I knew you looked familiar.

Remember those blue eyes
from the photo IDs I whipped up.

I used to keep
the undercover persona

as close as possible
to the agent adopting it.

That's why Spears
was a former Marine

from...

Stillwater, Pennsylvania.

How do you remember that?

They were my creations.

Does an artist forget
the details in her paintings?

Certainly hope not.

Someone's been using
my old backstopped identity.

We're trying to find out
how they got it.

He was murdered last night,

and we have no idea
who he really is.

What happens to an identity
when it's no longer being used?

It's burned.

Removed from everywhere

except the CIA's classified,
secure network.

So, it shouldn't be able
to be retrieved easily?

It shouldn't be able
to be retrieved period.

No, I don't think I can, Zoe.

No, I just don't think I can
'cause we got a case?

No, it's just that the case
we're working on is heating up,

and I am probably working
tonight and tomorrow night?

Yeah.
You know how it is. It's just...

Yeah. Listen, I'd love to talk,
but I got to go 'cause I got a thing.

Yeah. Me, too.

Bye.

You know something I don't?
"Working tonight and tomorrow night"?

No, Tim. It's just
that Zoe's parents are in town,

and they want to have dinner.

I'm not ready for all that.

So you deceived her?

I was put on the spot.
Not prepared.

What are you afraid of?

- I don't know.
- They're probably really nice.

I'm sure they are.

I've never had dinner with the parents
of a woman I'm seriously involved with.

That is not true.
What about Jeanne Benoit's?

No, technically that wasn't me
because I was undercover

as Tony DiNardo,
professor of film studies.

I wasn't myself back then.

Meeting the parents for dinner.

Could trigger a chain of events.

It's just dinner, Tony.

You have dinner yet with Ranger
Burt's parents? I didn't think so.

Then put down the gavel, take off
the robe and stop judging, both of yous.

Where's Gibbs?

He's on his way back with Bishop.
Why? You got something?

Yep. Finally broke into a partition

on Spears' laptop hard drive.

Found that he was gathering Intel

on a semiconductor
called Gallium Nitride.

Gallium Nitride. Science-y.

It's used in aerospace.
Everything from anti-radar

to missile applications.
It's bad.

It's, like, really bad.

Coveted by militaries worldwide.

Information you do not want
in the wrong hands.

Sounds like it already is.

Stolen undercover aliases
from 20 years ago

I can sell to SecDef over the phone,

but advanced Gallium Nitride
in enemy hands is a different beast.

Requires a house call.

One that I'm not prepared to make until
we know that this is what it's about.

Okay. Let's go.

Gallium Nitride, or "GaN" for short,

is a highly dangerous compound
originally developed...

To brighten LEDs
in prototype electronics.

Plasma TVs, phones.

Yeah, all the electronics
we now take for granted.

- But the Navy...
- Knew that it could have other uses.

Deadly, military uses like...

radar, anti-radar
or missile applications.

What?

Nothing.
Except that's a lot of technobabble,

and, generally, people
with your particular

hairstyle in this room don't...

Correct babble. How?

I was investigating a company
doing that kind of research.

When you were undercover as Spears.

The theft of that particular alias
was intentional.

This is all about Gallium Nitride.

Spears is already in that world.

Even 20 years later, it could
make Intel easier to access.

Depending on how deep your cover
was back then, Gibbs.

Deep enough.

Maybe it's time to pay
that visit to SecDef, Director.

Excuse me.

Good to see you.

So what exactly
was your cover on that case, Boss?

- Who was Leland Spears?
- Black market Gallium Nitride dealer?

- Hit man?
- I.T. guy.

As in "information technology"?

- You went undercover as a...
- You were a computer nerd?

Computer technician.

Right.
Of course. Technician.

There a problem?

No, the politically correct term
would be "computer technician".

How about an update from Abby.

Still with McGee pulling Intel
from the burned drive.

Maybe you could lend
a little I.T. finger.

A hand.

I meant, like, a computer...

I.T.?
As in "information technology"?

Those two words aren't
really Gibbs-compatible.

Think he's putting us
on this whole time?

What, you mean
Gibbs' techno-aversion is fake

and he's secretly known
about computers all this time?

No. No way.

He had to know
about computers back then.

What makes you say that?

I didn't blow my cover.

Of course you didn't.

I'm sure you made
a very convincing computer nerd.

Computer technician.

Okay. Moving on.

We found your former undercover ID

on the burned-out hard drive.
Spears was using your old name

and background info to pose
as a seasoned I.T. guy.

He took a part-time tech support job

at Longview Technics.

It's an advanced research company.

Which just happens
to use Gallium Nitride.

Spears wasn't fixing computers.

No. He was using them to steal data.

Could be what got him killed.

Find out.

We'd have to access Longview's

network file storage, something
they're not gonna be eager to share.

So how do we see what Spears was
accessing without raising any eyebrows?

We show up to work.

You mean we pose as Spears?

Company doesn't know he's dead.

So we can go in during the night shift.
After-hours, less people,

hopefully no familiar faces.

We can access their network and
find out what Spears was downloading.

In and out. 15 minutes tops.

I already have Spears' access card
scanned on my computer.

All right, all we need is a photo.
My NCIS ID should be scanned

into the system,
so you can just copy and paste.

Nope. I don't need yours.

We're not sending Gibbs undercover.

No offense, Boss.

No, none taken, McGee. I agree.

We send McGee.

If we send in McGee, names,
dates, nothing will match.

I'll have to change everything.
This is faster and smarter.

It was your identity
in the first place, Gibbs.

- You made it work back then.
- I studied.

Perfect.
Technology may be faster and smaller,

but, in truth,
nothing's changed that much.

You don't need McGee.

C-colon-slashback still apply?

Alright, we've got good video.

Testing. Testing. Come in, Boss.

Relax, McGee. It's not NASA.

Okay, the night staff
should be the only ones in the building.

You have Spears' badge,

which should give you access
to the lobby elevators.

Can I help you?

Let's just hope that security guard
doesn't know Spears personally.

I.T. guy.

Got to go up to my office.
Fifth floor.

Maybe the card has
to touch the sensor.

Having trouble?

You were supposed
to be fixing these.

Okay, tell him that there's

probably a malfunction with the
proximity sensor and that you'll have

to come back tomorrow
with a new RFID reader.

Not my department.

What you're doing here then?

You're here to reboot
network protocols,

which will shut the Internet
access off completely.

- That's why you come during off-hours.
- Not a clue.

My boss e-mails me in the middle of
the night, I shut up and I show up.

He's not saying
anything that I'm saying.

Mind if I see that e-mail?

No, Boss, we don't have that.

We don't have it.
What's he gonna show him?

I don't know. His gun?
His badge? Worse? I don't know.

Sure. No problem. You're welcome
to anything on there.

Did I mention
that my boss woke me up?

You're telling me.
They say, "Jump." You say, "How high?"

I'm there with you.

Don't work too hard now.

Yeah. Maybe in another life.

At least the card reader
problem wasn't system-wide.

Does it matter which computer?

You have Spears' username
and password,

so you should be able to sign
in using any networked computer.

Okay, so, open the log-in menu.

Okay. How?

Tap the keyboard.

Then say that, McGee.

Sorry.
You weren't listening to me

in the lobby. I figured you knew
what you were doing.

With people, McGee.
Not computers.

Okay. Go slowly.

Enter the username and password.

You still think this was faster?

All we have to do is walk him
through accessing

Spears' log-in history,
recording the download records,

and mirroring the files.

- It'll be a piece of cake.
- Where the hell is the caps lock?

Morning, sunshine.

You been up there a while.
Everything all right?

I hate computers.

You're a funny guy.

I hear you.

It took you four hours?

Yeah. Gibbs is a hunt-and-pecker.

Anything stand out?

Confirmation that Spears did
steal data on Gallium Nitride.

Bad but not surprising.

This is.

According to the user log Gibbs
downloaded,

that's just odd.

Spears used company computers
to transfer several documents

to a second party
using FTP software.

- Name?
- No names. Just an FTP site.

A traceable one?

It's secured, but now that I'm
on the keyboard, yes.

Federal agents!

Clear.

Clear.

And clean.

Too clean.

Like it hasn't even been lived in.

Dead end?

Another safe house?

Both.

Call Ducky.

Another execution?

Another spy?

I wonder who this John Doe is.

Got junk mail.

Name's not John. It's Edgar.

Edgar Bron?

Another undercover alias?

Spears was created for you, Gibbs.

Who used that name?

Mike Franks.

No hits
on any facial-recognition databases.

- Fingerprints?
- Nothing.

Spears was sending this guy
information on Gallium Nitride.

Were they spies?

They were using fake IDs.

These two don't have much
in common, Boss.

Bron's place appears to have

hardly been lived in,
practically staged.

Whereas Spears' apartment looks
like an overgrown frat boy's man cave.

- All the makings of a cover.
- Wait. Stop. Go back.

There.

Spears had tattoo magazines
all over the place.

He had dozens of books marked
on the subject, yet he didn't have

a tattoo himself. Weird.

Bishop, go get your BLUESTAR kit.

- What are you thinking?
- McGee, find out everything you can

on a Miranda Flemming.

Who's that?

Just do it.

Anyone have a clue?

- Nada.
- No s�.

I need to see him.

I can see you do.

- No tattoos.
- Correct.

- What about the other side?
- No, none there, either.

Maybe.

Maybe?

Is your gut telling you something,
Jethro?

Ultraviolet tattoo.

That explains why we found
a black light in his apartment.

That's Serbian.

"For king and fatherland."

"Freedom or death."

So another identity
has been compromised?

We have reason to believe both
Spears and Bron were Serbian.

What was Franks' role
in the original mission?

I seem to recall
backstopping him as a...

Bartender.

He was identifying
possible suspects we thought

were trying to sell Intel
to the Serbians.

Can't be a coincidence.

Serbians then, Serbians now.

It was all smoke,

no fire then, so we closed it down.

Someone reopened it.

These victims have real identities.

We need to find out who they were.

Got something?

There was another agent working
undercover with Mike Franks and me.

Jenny Shepard.

Yeah, her backstopped name
was Miranda Flemming.

- You remember that name, Michelle?
- Yes, I do.

I asked McGee to find out
if there were any current hits on her.

Tim, why don't you tell them
what she's been doing?

Miranda Flemming is alive and well.

In fact, she has a flight booked
to Buenos Aires tomorrow morning.

We pick her up at the airport.

We're not gonna
have to wait that long.

But you were so good
at what you did.

Worked so hard with such dedication.

Why would you turn on the agency?

I didn't turn on the agency.

I gave my life to it.

And I was pushed out.

Mandatory retirement.

What else was I gonna do?

There's not much use for

my unique talents
in the private sector.

Did you approach the Serbians?

They approached me.

Who?

An attach� from their embassy.

He offered me a lot of money
for two backstopped IDs.

Did they say
what they wanted them for?

They were trying to get
information on Gallium Nitride.

That's old stuff.

What could it hurt?

Guys you backstopped are dead.

Did you deal with either of them?

No. Only their handler.

Who?

I have no idea.

We communicated by encrypted mail.

Last time I heard from him or her,

they were shutting
the operation down.

Leland Spears was getting sloppy.

We saw his apartment.

He was going American on them.

They probably thought
he was going to defect.

So, they killed him.

Believe me,

I didn't know that.

What happens next?

You help us, and you help yourself.

What do you want me to do?

E-mail the handler.

Tell them
that Edgar Bron didn't die, that

he's on life support
at Washington General,

and he's expected to pull through.

My, Grandma, what big eyes you have.

Tony, cut it out, or I'll strangle you
with my big hands.

You're grouchy.

What do you expect?

This is a waste of time. No one's coming
and I've to go to the bathroom.

Okay, I'll get you a nurse.
She'll put a catheter in you.

Get back here!
Get that stuff off of me!

- Patient's getting restless.
- I don't blame him.

- How much longer are we gonna do this?
- I'll find out.

Yes, I heard.
McGee is getting restless.

- He'll be fine, but...
- Let's give him a break.

Your turn, DiNozzo.
Go, get in bed.

Go on.

What's going on?

Fire alarm, this floor,
other end of the corridor.

Check out the alarm.
Bishop, stay there with him.

- What are you doing?
- Prepping the patient for evacuation.

You need to get back
to your station.

- Hale.
- The neighbor.

Freeze!

Who is this guy?

Name is Robbie Hale.

- He's the Serbian handler?
- Yup.

Just showed up at the hospital.

With a hypodermic needle. He was gonna
jab it into my little buddy.

We haven't tested the hypodermic...

You can't just keep me in here!

Hale says that it was full
of potassium chloride.

Would have given me a heart attack.

- How did you get him to offer that up?
- We beat it out of him.

No, we didn't.

He talked freely.
He doesn't care what we know.

He claims
that he has diplomatic immunity.

- Where is Gibbs?
- He's in MTAC,

talking to the State
Department's Operations Desk.

So, was this guy on your radar?

Bishop and I questioned him.
He lived next door to Spears.

Once we got him back here,
he told us he moved in a few weeks ago

to keep tabs on him, and he admitted
to putting the bug on Spears' car.

So, did Hale confess to the murders?

- He did.
- What was his motive?

That they finished their mission and
were supposed to return home to Serbia.

Is anybody in there?
Anybody at all?

What did State say?

No record of Hale
being registered as a member

of the Republic of Serbia's
diplomatic mission.

He may be working for them,

but he has no right
to diplomatic immunity.

Are you deaf?!

- I know you can see me!
- We'll take care of him from here.

Been a long day, folks.

Get some sleep.
We'll do the paperwork in the morning.

Great!

Fantastic.
There's a midnight showing

of my favorite films
over at the art house.

What's that?

In a world weary of war,

there was one man who didn't care.

He was a soldier of glory.

I'm in. I am in.

Don't rush.

First half sucks.

All right, we'll see you tomorrow,
film critic.

You need something, Bishop.

Nope, I'm all good.

Wasn't a question.

Deep undercover work,
like Tony did years ago,

hypothetically, would you ever
put me in that position?

That's tough to answer.

I'm only saying,

I know the big picture,
and eventually,

everyone's time comes,

and I understand and accept that.

Forget the big picture.

Look at everything close up.

Do you think that working undercover
for so long affected your marriage?

Go home to Jake, Bishop.

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