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TV REPORTER: Delegates from
the Venezuelan Navy

are in D.C. today to begin

diplomatic talks
with the U.S. Navy.

The aim is to form
a joint task force

to battle the growing problem
of piracy in the Caribbean.

Leading the talks
is NCIS Director Leon Vance,

who will be making
a statement soon.

Now, I've been told...
Okay,

I just got the director's
updated schedule.

He's having dinner

with the Venezuelans
tonight

at some place called Mancini's.

On it. I'll send
an advance team out there

to sweep the place.

Where are we at with
the location for the talks?

Torres is still clearing
the, uh, embassy with DSS,

but I ran background
on all the staff

and they
checked out.
Good.

Sorry I'm late.

You see the reporters
in the front?

I could barely get
in the building.

How'd it go at the embassy?

Good. Good. Place is clean.

What are you wearing?

What? My suit?

We're Vance's security detail.

We're supposed to blend in
with the crowd.

Oh, yeah, but I look so good.

He's right. He does.

At least put on a tie.

A tie?
Nobody looks cool in a tie.

I mean, with
the exception

of the two of you, of course.

Just put one on, okay?

These talks
are a big deal for Vance.

SECNAV put him
in charge specifically,

so I want everything
to go like clockwork.

Yes, Director.

I'm on my way.

The sacrifices I make.

I think it's the
two open buttons.

OLIVIA:
No, no.

I will be right down.

Hey, Olivia. Bad day?

Well, our press conference
is running late

and the reporters
are getting restless.

Guess who has
to smooth things over?

They don't pay you enough.
(chuckles)

Can I help you with something?

The boss man called for me.

Oh, okay.
Just go right in.

Director? It's me.

(lock clicks)

Come in.

What's up?

What?

My God. Wh-- are...

Are you hurt? Are you okay?
No.

I-It's not my blood. Come here.

It's his.

♪ ♪

What happened?

We were in the middle
of a meeting.

H-He started to feel dizzy
and-and complained

of chest pain.
Heart attack?

I think so. I-I mean, before
I could help him, he-he fainted,

he cracked his head open.

I tried to give him CPR
but he-he, he died instantly.

What are you doing?

Calling an ambulance.
No.

No. No one can know
that this man was here.

Why? Who is he?

His name is Diego Barreto.

He's with
the Venezuelan diplomats,

he's part
of their security detail.

So?

He's also an undercover agent
working for me.

You had a man on the inside
in Venezuela?

For how long?
For over a year.

Barreto's intel was key

in getting the diplomacy talks
off the ground.

But if the Venezuelans find out
that he's working for me?

The talks will fall apart,

and U.S. and Venezuelan
relations

will be thrown
right into the toilet.

Exactly. We could be looking
at an international crisis here.

(sighs)

When I woke up this morning,
I was feeling so good.

Tell me about it. All right.

We have to protect
Barreto's cover, dead or alive.

There's too much riding on this.

We need to get this body
out of here now.

LANGUAGE APP (over phone):
Necesito lavarme las manos.

Necesito lavarme los manos.

Las manos.

Las manos. That's what I said.

Hey, what's up, Jimmy?

Hey, man, do you have
a tie I could borrow?

Nicolas. Hola, mi amigo.

¿Cómo estás esta mañana?

Okay.
(both chuckle)

Look at you.

Going all bilingual on me.
Sí.

With the Venezuelans in
town, uh, it inspired me

to learn a little
bit of Spanish.

I even got this app here.

Check it out. Um...

Necesito lavarme las manos.

Wow, "I need to wash my hands."

Not bad. What else do you know?

No, that's it.
That's it?

Yeah, it's a free app.
It's not very good.

There's a lot of ads here.

Hey, maybe you could teach me?

Yeah. Maybe.

What about the tie?
Parker, uh,

insisted I wear one.

What? Why? You look good.

I know, that's what I said, man,

but the man don't know fashion.

Oh, sorry, no tie.

Oh. Agent Parker.

Hey, what's going on?

¿Necesitas lavarte las manos?

(both chuckle)

Grab a body bag
and come with me,

and tell Knight and McGee
to meet us in Vance's office.

Did he just say to grab a-a...

Yeah.

This is bad.

Who else knows about this?
PARKER:
Just the people in this room,

and we're gonna
keep it that way.

What do we do?

Get him out of here

before the Venezuelans
notice he's missing.

But this is so, so bad.

Thank you, Mr. Palmer,
we're aware.

I'm still hung up on something.

You said this guy
was undercover?

That is correct.

But he came here
to your office to meet?

VANCE: Said he had learned
that someone was actively

trying to sabotage
the talks with Venezuela.

Did he say who it was? Or how?

He-he died
before he could tell me.

Well, that's suspicious.

It would be, except the guy
died of a heart attack.

JIMMY: I wouldn't be
so sure about that.

See the discoloration here?

Dilated pupils.

This is not natural causes.

Barreto was poisoned.

(laughs)

That's great.

(laughs):
That's-- this day, I swear.

Okay, minor setback,
but nothing changes.

Nothing cha-- Agent Parker,
this is a crime scene now.

Trust me, this is the only play.

We drop the body off
at his hotel,

we wait for a maid to find him
and report it, then,

we go in and conduct
a formal investigation.

None of which is protocol.

Now, moving a body? That's...

VANCE:
It's the only way
to protect

Barreto's cover and the talks.

And as director,

I have the authority
to sanction almost

any activity to maintain
an operative's cover.

I know this is very unusual,

so if any of you
want to bow out,

bow out now, I-I understand.

Thank you.

Okay.

Jimmy, you help Torres and McGee

drop off the body.
Knight, start processing

the scene and take
a blood sample down to Kasie.

Director, we need to
get you cleaned up.

Is everybody clear? Let's move.
TORRES:
Mm-hmm.

Yo, give me the keys.

I'll pull up the truck
and get it ready.

OLIVIA:
Follow me.

This way, please.

All right, uh, so I think
we're gonna set up right here

in front of the windows...

Hey, Olivia?

Hi, Agent Torres.

Hi. Come here.

What are they doing here?

Who? The reporters?
Yes, the reporters.

Aren't they supposed
to be outside?
Well, it started to drizzle,

so I thought it might be nicer
to do the presser

in here, right in front
of the windows.

I was just going
to tell the director.

Oh, hey.

Don't worry,
I'll tell the director.

You, uh, you wait here.

Okay.

So, it's just gonna
be a few more minutes.

Ready to go.

(sighs):
Okay.

We're gonna need a plan B.

OLIVIA:
Water?

Water?
This is ridiculous.

How long do they
expect us to wait?

PARKER:
Uh, hello, everyone.

Uh, I apologize for the delay,

(chuckles):
and, um, for the...

the crappy weather outside,
but it's D.C., right?

One minute, it rains, one...

one time it-- one day, it's
sunny, so what are you gonna...

Excuse me, who are you?
And where's Director Vance?

Oh, I'm sorry, uh,

my name is Special Agent
Alden Parker,

and the director, uh,
will be down, uh, shortly.

Uh, he's just,
just finishing up,

uh, some last-minute business.

Is there a problem with
the upcoming talks?

Is that why he
won't speak to us?

No, no, no. Uh, no problem.

Everything is, uh, is...

moving along, uh, as scheduled.

And as I said, he'll, uh,
he'll be down directly.

Uh, he's the director,
so there you go.

Uh, while
we're waiting,

uh, I thought
it might be interesting,

you know, given the, uh,
historical nature of the talks,

uh, to show you a display out
in the hallway that commemorates

some of the other work

that, um,
NCIS has done abroad.

If, uh, everyone
will just follow me?

You want to show us
a display case?

Oh, you're gonna love it,
believe me.

This way, everyone.

(murmuring)

Clear, clear. Come on.

Careful not to drop him.
I know what I'm doing.

All right.

(thunder rumbling)

Hey, Kase, you got anything
on that blood yet?

Mm, still working on it,
but you know,

it would help me
if I knew whose blood it was

or where it came from
or, you know,

anything about the case?
I would love to tell you,

but trust me, it's
better you don't know.

It's okay.
I already figured it out.

So, who died in Vance's office?

Oh, I found Vance's
unique carpet fibers

mixed in with the blood.

You know Vance's carpet fibers?

Hi. Kasie Hines. Have we met?

Girl, please.

I know all of your fibers.

Okay, so, who was he?

Someone working
for the Venezuelan delegates.

Ouch. Bad timing for Vance.

Yeah, we're trying
to do damage control.

The boys are moving his body
to his hotel room.

Wait, for real?
Mm-hmm.

Whoa.

Yeah, I've only been gone
for six months,

but I got to tell you,
I kind of forgot

how crazy things can get here.

Admit it, you missed it.
(computer beeps)

Oh, either my muffins
are done or

that's
your blood analysis.

And?

Uh, definitely poison.

Nasty one, too.
Tetrodotoxin.

It's extremely rare
and extracted

from the puffer fish.

Is there any chance
our victim was poisoned

in Venezuela
before arriving here?

Eh, not likely.

Tetrodotoxin is
a fast-acting poison.

It kills hours
after being administered.

So our killer is in D.C.

No, that shouldn't be a problem.

(door closes)

Uh, yes, don't you worry,
I'll get it done.

Thank you, Madam Secretary.

Oh, boy.
Problem?

Well, apparently the talks are
the hottest ticket in town.

SECNAV just informed me

that NATO wants
a seat at the table now.

They're gonna send
a representative over.

So? It's one little
representative.

You'll eat him for lunch.

So how are we doing on your end?

The guys
successfully moved

Barreto's body to his room
without being detected.

They used the service elevator.

So now we just sit tight and...

wait for the call
to come in.

So we might've dodged a bullet?

Looks like.

Oh, good.

And not a moment too soon.

I'm supposed to be meeting
with the Venezuelans

for dinner in about two hours.

About that, with
your permission,

I thought I should
pull, uh, my team

off your security
detail so

we can focus on
the investigation.

All right, well,
do whatever you need to do,

but please do it quietly.

The less the Venezuelans know,
the better.

Hey, discretion's
my middle name.

Yeah, right.
(intercom rings)

OLIVIA (over intercom):
Director, a Lena Paulsen

is here to see you.

Your Lena?

Were you expecting her?

No.

Please send her in.

Leon.

I hope I'm not disturbing you.

No, not at all.
(chuckles)

Uh, Lena...

you remember Agent Parker?

We met in Berlin
a couple years ago.

Yes, of course,
how could I forget?

Are you still, uh, working
for German intelligence?

No, I left the BND
a while ago.

I work as
an independent contractor now.

Which, in fact,
is the reason why I'm here.

My new client has
business in D.C.

Oh, really?

Who's your client?

(chuckles softly)

So Vance's girlfriend is
sitting in on the talks?

That's what Parker said.

She's the NATO representative.

Isn't she, like,
his casual girlfriend though?

I hear they meet up
at world conferences

once a year
and hook up.

Wow, booty call
de internacionales.

I don't think they're that close
to be honest with you.

Because Vance didn't even know
she was coming to D.C.

It's bad enough that he has
to lie to the Venezuelans.

Now he has to do it
in front of his girlfriend

who knows
all of his tells.

Yeah, working alongside

your romantic partner
can get tricky.

Mm, preaching
to the converted.

So what's the story

between you and, uh, Jimmy now?

Uh, no story.
We're friends.

I think.
We're good.

We haven't really talked
about it yet, so...

Okay, where we at with the case?

What?

You want us to do an update

here out in the open?

On a case we haven't technically
been called out for?

(whispers): The body
hasn't been found.

KNIGHT:
Agent Diego Rojas,

aka Diego Barreto.

While undercover, he worked
security detail for this man.

Admiral Carlos Mendoza.

He's currently leading the talks
on the Venezuelan side.

According to Barreto, someone's
trying to sabotage the talks.

We're thinking that
that saboteur killed Barreto

before he had a chance
to reveal their identity.

Any idea who might want to stop
these talks from happening?

Mm, it's a long list.

Russia, Iran, China.

They all consider themselves
allies to Venezuela.

None of them would benefit from

a strong U.S.-Venezuelan
relationship.

Okay, so maybe we're
asking the wrong question.

We know that Barreto
died of a fast-acting

poison here in D.C., so...

who had access to him?

I doubt
it's any of the hotel staff.

I ran background checks
on all of them, they cleared.

Maybe we're looking
at an inside job now.

The saboteur could be a part of
the Venezuelan delegate party.

Mendoza's entourage consists
of these five men.

Most of them die-hard loyalists,
but...

this one looks interesting.

The admiral's aide,
Fernando Vega.

He's new, only been
on the job for a year.

Not only did Agent Barreto
report directly to Vega...

Would've given him access.

I checked Vega's socials,
and he's posted

some very strong
anti-American views.

So I'm guessing he's
not a fan of these talks.

All right, let's dig more
into Vega's background.

I also want to trace
Agent Barreto's movements

the week leading up
to his death.

(phones chiming)

Well, they found Barreto's body.
Finally.

All right, take Torres
to the hotel and pick him up.

Shouldn't be hard.

He'll be right
where you left him.

VEGA:
Do you know who I am?

Let me see
what's going on in there.

Sir...
TORRES: NCIS.

I'm with the delegates
and one of my men

is staying in that room.

(shouts in Spanish)

Vega sure got here fast.

VEGA:
I demand to know
what's going on.

All right, what do we got?

Maid came upon the scene
and called it in.

Body's on the other side
of the bed.

Got it.

Thanks.

And the other one's
in the bathroom.

Other one?

Yeah.

There.

This is bad.

Dude, would you
stop saying that?

Are you sure that this body
wasn't here before?

Could you have missed it
somehow?

Jess, it's kind of hard to miss.

Believe me,
when we left,

there was only one dead body
in this hotel room.

Keep it down, will ya?

His neck appears to be broken,
but rigor hasn't set in,

which means he was killed
sometime in the last two hours.

After we dropped off Barreto.

Guy comes in, sees one body,
leaves another?

I'm never staying in this hotel.
OFFICER: Ma'am. Ma'am. Stop.

WOMAN:
What do you think you're doing?!
Don't touch me!

What now?

Get your hands off of me.
I am a member of the press.

Officer, it's okay, it's okay.

It's okay.
Uh, listen, Ms....?

Robyn Kael, D.C. Chronicle.

Is it true you have
a double homicide in there?

And one of them
is Admiral Mendoza's men?

Walk this way.
Ms. Kael,

this is an active
investigation.

And you know I am not
at liberty to comment.

Will this derail
the upcoming talks?

What does Director Vance
have to say about this?

Director Vance will answer all
of your questions soon enough.

Okay?
What's going on, Agent Parker?

What's NCIS hiding?

Officer, you want
to deal with this?

I got to get
back in there.

I-I can walk myself out.

Don't touch me.

Don't touch me.
All right, thank you very much.

Getting friendly
with the press?
(sighs)

She may be onto us.

We might have to be more
careful moving forward.

Well, I think
you've got a bigger problem.

Who's gonna tell Vance
about the second body?

Two?!

You're kidding!
(stammers)

But how d--?

This is a nightmare. Okay.

Um, I'm about to sit down
with the Venezuelans.

Uh, y-- yes.

Keep me posted.

(sighs)
I'm sorry.

Is everything all right?

Uh, yeah, no,
it's, uh, it's fine.

I, um...

I just got a lot
on my plate right now.

These talks are putting a lot
of pressure on you, aren't they?

That is an understatement.

Maybe after dinner
we can go back

to my hotel room?

Very tempting.

But not tonight.

Oh.

Still upset I didn't tell you
about joining the talks?

No. No, I'm not upset.

I mean, I would--
it would've been nice

to have a heads-up but, uh...

I to-- I told you,
it was last minute.

I've been busy shuttling
between Berlin and Brussels,

and closing escrow
on the apartment in New York.

I've had not time
whatsoever to...

I'm sorry.

You bought an apartment
in New York?

(chuckles softly)

I was gonna tell you.

I didn't want you to feel weird,
like I was...

invading your space
moving closer to you.

It-- It's okay.

Besides, we don't tell
each other everything.

We agreed, no strings.

You're right.

No strings.

I mean, you didn't even tell me
when you got shot last year.

I had to read about it
in the papers.

I didn't want to worry you.

Ah.

Well, for a casual relationship,

we sure seem to care a lot
what each other thinks.

They're here.

Admiral Mendoza.

It is a pleasure
to finally meet you in person.

Likewise, Director Vance.

The hostility
between our two countries

has gone on long enough.

I believe we will do
great things together.

And may I introduce
our representative from NATO.

This is Lena Paulsen.

(chuckles)

MENDOZA: Cunning move,
bringing her along.

Beautiful women are my weakness.

Just ask my third wife.
(laughter)

Shall we eat?

(whispering)

Is there a problem?

One of my men was found dead
in his hotel room.

Were you aware of this?

This is the first
I've heard of this.

Your people have
his body.

I would like it returned
to us immediately.

(stammers)
I-I will make some calls.

But of course, we will have to
conduct an investigation first.

If he died on U.S. soil,

it's in our jurisdiction.

You will keep me up to date
with your findings.

Of course.

I hope so, Director.

Because there can be
no diplomacy between us

without transparency.

(elevator chimes)

Jimmy. Hey, what's,
uh, going on?

Hello.

This guy a friend
of yours, or...?

He's Venezuelan security.

Admiral Mendoza insisted that
one of his guys be down here

at all times in exchange
for letting us have the bodies.

(quietly): Careful.
The walls have ears.
Mm.

All right, you find
anything on the bodies?

Necesito lavarme las manos.

(Jimmy clears throat)

So the guy that we
found in the bathtub had

a broken neck as a
result of a struggle.

I found fingerprints

on his arms
and upper torso.

Were they in our system?

No, but the victim's were.

Kasie ran them
and sent down that report.

Don't.

Don't want to draw attention
to ourselves here.

I took the liberty of
memorizing it all for you.

(clears throat)

Mis manos...
Muy, muy sucias.

The victim's name is
Dimitri Yorgi.

He's got a rap sheet
and is rumored to be

a local gun-for-hire.

Guess what his favorite M.O. is?

Poison?

Specifically, tetrodotoxin
from a puffer fish.

He even owns
a tropical fish store,

if you can believe it.

All right, so someone
must've hired Yorgi

to poison Barreto
and killed him afterwards

to tie up loose ends.
Seems like.

But why kill him
in the same hotel room?

It doesn't make sense.

I don't know,
but are we done here?

My hands are getting
rather pruney.

Thanks, Jimmy.

(water turns off)

¿Cómo se dice...

"pruney" en español?

PARKER:
We've got less than 24 hours

until the talks
officially begin.

What do we know?

I traced Agent Barreto's
final movements

leading up to his death.

While in Caracas,

he had several
off-the-books meetings

with someone
in an unlisted apartment.

Well, he was undercover.

I mean, secret meetings
kind of go with the territory.

Yeah, but he never reported
any of them to Vance.

That's sketchy.

I only know about this

because I traced
his GPS cell history.

Any idea who he was
meeting with?

No. Could be our killer.

All right.
Keep digging.

What about our suspect?

I dug further
into Vega's background.

Turns out he had a brother die

in 2002 during
a failed coup attempt

trying to oust
President Chavez.

TORRES: Explains why
Vega is anti-American.

It's believed the CIA was
involved in that coup.

Also explains why Vega would
want to sabotage the talks.

For him, this is personal.

Can we tie either
of the two bodies to Vega?

McGEE:
Not yet.

Maybe I can help.

The prints we found
on the hitman's neck?

I think I traced them
to Fernando Vega.

How? I thought they weren't
in our system.

They're not. But knowing
Vega is a suspect,

Vance had Vega's
prints lifted

from a glass he used
at dinner last night.

They were a perfect match.
We have probable cause.

Let's pick him up.

Okay, well, we better hurry.

This was one of our agents

stationed outside
of Vega's room.

Vega just left the hotel

and went to a parking structure
across the street.

Thank you, Kase.

PARKER (over comms):
Are you in place?

We're at the lower levels
now, Parker.

We'll make our way up,

meet you at the top.

(man and woman conversing
in Spanish)

TORRES:
Okay.

(speaking Spanish)

(engine starts nearby)

(speaking Spanish)

I got Vega!

Stop! NCIS!

(tires screech, horn honks)
DRIVER: What the hell?

KNIGHT:
NCIS!

♪ ♪

Stop!

(shouts)

You done, bro?

(groans)

(shouts)

(grunting)

(gasps)

(shouts)

Lena?

What are you doing here?

My job.

So, Vega is working for you?

Yes, and hopefully,
you didn't blow his cover

with that little ambush of yours
in the parking lot.

His cover?
LENA: Vega's an agent.

The BND has had a man inside

the Venezuelan government
for over a year now.

You told me
that you left the BND.

I did, technically.

They asked me to come in
on this op

since I was Vega's
original handler.

So this NATO thing
was your cover.

My, you're just full
of surprises, aren't you?

LENA:
You're one to talk.

When were you gonna tell me
about your man on the inside?

Diego Barreto was working
for you, wasn't he?

I saw your face
in the restaurant.

I know you lied
to the admiral.

I was protecting
my agent's cover.

And I was protecting mine.

So don't stand there

and act like I'm the only one
with secrets, Leon.

Uh, maybe we should
leave you two alone.
VEGA: Yeah.

Sit.
LENA: Sit.

Okay, so if Vega's undercover,
why were his prints

all over the dead hitman

we found in the hotel room?

Because I killed him.

I'm gonna need
a little more than that.

Barreto and I shared
an adjoining room.

I heard noises, went in,

and saw the hitman
taking photos of Barreto's body.

LENA:
Proof-of-death photos, probably,

so he could get paid
by the employer.

When the guy saw me,
we got into a fight

and I broke his neck
in self-defense.

Okay, so that explains
what you were doing in the room,

but it doesn't explain
why you were in D.C.

in the first place.

What is BND's interest
in the diplomacy talks?

Over the last few years,
BND has been monitoring

the growing presence
of Hezbollah in South America.

We believe they have
an extreme interest

in seeing the talks fail.

Why?
VEGA: Diamonds.

Hezbollah has been smuggling
them in the Caribbean.

Your anti-piracy task force

will bring too many eyes
to the region

and expose what they're doing.

LENA: We've intercepted
some chatter that suggests

Hezbollah is planning
an assassination attempt

in D.C. tomorrow
to stop the talks.

So, were you planning
on telling me this?

Or was this another one
of your surprises?

VEGA:
Uh, we just learned of it today.

That's what our meeting
in the parking lot was about.

Agent Barreto must've learned
about it, too.

But he was killed
before he could warn us.

Leon, you must cancel the talks.

Too many have already died
and you could be next.

We've worked too hard
to get here.

Besides, the talks
aren't until tomorrow.

We have plenty of time
to stop any attempt.

How many?

All right, add another
five agents to that.

And, uh, tell Torres
that I want him

to do another sweep
of the embassy.

(knock at door)

I got to go. I'll see you soon.

Leon.

Hey, come in.

Hey, I'm sorry
to drop in like this.

Am I, am I
disturbing you?
No, no, I was, uh,

I was just leaving
to go back to the office.

I just stopped in to get
a quick shower and a change.

You want a beer?

Yeah, that sounds good.
All right.

So, you making any headway?

No, we're still tracing those
emails the BND intercepted,

trying to figure out

who Hezbollah was
talking to in D.C.

(bottle pops open)
Are you getting
any help from BND?

Well, some but not enough.

Lena pulled herself out
of the talks today

so she can make some calls.

Here you go.
Thank you.

In the meantime,

we're beefing up security
at the embassy,

notifying officials.

I'm even thinking
about looping in the press,

have them report how we're
ramping up security. Maybe...

It'll scare off our assassin
from trying to make a move.

That's, uh, that's smart.

You okay?

When you were stuck
on that ship last year,

bleeding out,

did anything go
through your mind?

Wow. That came out of nowhere.

No, seriously.

We both had near-death,

knocking-on-Heaven's-door
moments last year

and we never really
talked about it.

So I'm curious.

Come on, man, what was,
what was going on in your mind?

Yeah, I had some thoughts.

About what?

LILY:
Alden.

Not sure.
Still unpacking it.

(sighs)

What about you?
What'd you think about?

Time.

How much I got left.

How do I want to spend it.

Who do I want to spend it with.

Lena.

You thinking about making
more of a commitment?

I was. And I...

You know, but now she...

There's so much baggage
between us.

Too many secrets, dishonesty.

It'll never get boring,
I'll tell you that.

Yeah, maybe.

To tell you the truth,
Parker, I'm...

...I don't know
what I really want.

I think you do, Leon.

(sighs)

If you need more honesty,
maybe you should start

by being honest with yourself.

REPORTER:
All eyes are on the
Venezuelan Embassy here in D.C.

as the diplomacy talks

between Venezuela and the U.S.
are set to begin.

Director Vance.

Today will be
a great day

for our countries.

I agree, Admiral.
Shall we get to work?

VANCE:
Good morning, everyone.

Welcome.

Straighten up
that tie.

Kase, any luck tracing
those emails to Hezbollah?

Still working on it,

but I hope to have
it sometime soon.

Hey, guys.

McGEE:
Jess, what's going on?

So, I just had a strange call

with the editor of
the D.C. Chronicle.

The one that
kept bugging Parker?

Yeah, what about her?

So, last night, I gave her
Parker's statement

about us beefing up security
and I asked her to run it,

but then, this morning,
when I checked the paper,

it wasn't there.

Maybe she forgot.

That's what I thought,
so I called the editor,

but he told me that Kael

hadn't worked for
the Chronicle in months.

She'd been let go.

(beeps)

Uh-oh. The emails
to Hezbollah?

Whoever's been
communicating with them

has been doing so
from a domain address

associated to
the D.C. Chronicle.

Kael was in the hotel soon
after those bodies were found.

And she was here
after Barreto died.

So, she is either
one very informed reporter...

Or an assassin
keeping tabs on her kills.

We need an address, Kase.

Yeah, way
ahead of you.

No last home address,
but a week ago,

she checked into the same hotel
where the delegates are staying.

Thanks.
Yeah.

All right, ready?

(beeps)

Bathroom's clear.

Clear.

There's no luggage.

Think maybe
she checked out?

(phone ringing)

Hello?

I believe that we
can accommodate you,

but we need
to agree on

a joint base
of operations.

My idea is...
I'm sorry to
interrupt, Director.

May I have a word?
It's important.

Yes.

Admiral, you'll excuse me.

(sighs)

What is it?

McGee called.

He just got off the phone
with the assassin.

She's got Lena.

The assassin is
threatening to kill her

unless you
stop the talks.

(muffled): Give them nothing,
Leon. Don't do it.

This came in about
five minutes ago.

Don't do it.
Shut up. There are reporters

stationed outside the embassy.

If Vance does not
get in front of cameras

and announce he's
ending the talks,

Lena Paulsen dies.

You have one hour.

Who is she?

Robyn Kael.

Former reporter,
now radicalized,

working with Hezbollah.

Can we trace the call or video?

TORRES:
It was sent
from a burner.

We tried pinging Lena's cell,

but it's disconnected.

Is everything
all right, Director?

Yes, Admiral,
everything's fine.

I'll be right with you.

Look, I know how important
this is to you,

but Kael means business.

If you don't go out there
and end these talks, Leon,

she's gonna kill her.

But even if he goes out there,

there's no guarantee that
Kael won't kill her anyways.

We're dealing with
a terrorist here.

It all comes down
to what you're willing to lose.

Are you willing to risk
Lena's life for this?

Thankfully, I don't have to
make that choice just yet.

We still have an hour.

I suggest, gentlemen,

you use that time to find Lena.
Fast.

Call in a BOLO.

I'll get ahold of
the state police.

Curtis, I get it.

Just keep
pinging her cell.

Lena's phone is
out there somewhere.

Anything?

We got the FBI and the MPD

searching all of Kael's
last known addresses.

So far, nothing.

I spoke with some of
her old coworkers

to see if they knew
where she might've gone.

It was a dead end.

I'm sorry.
I got the CCTV footage

from Lena's hotel.
You need to see this.

KNIGHT:
Where is that?

Behind the hotel.

A worker found
her purse and phone.

What's she doing with her hand?

McGEE:
Pause it.

She's telling us
how to find her.

Okay, rewind it.

Pause again.

Now, zoom in.

KNIGHT:
That's a fitness watch.

Those watches send
location information

to the cloud.
That means that...

It can be traced.

I need to hack
into her account.

MENDOZA:
This is the situation
that we have here.

I must have
some reserves.

Director,

are you listening?

Yes, um...

Admiral, I'm sorry.
Please excuse me.

We tracked Lena's location.

She's being held in an abandoned

industrial building
ten miles away.

Knight and McGee
are on their way now.

PARKER:
Yeah, but we
got a problem.

We've only got five minutes left

till the deadline,
and McGee and Knight

are too far away. They're
never gonna make it in time.

If you don't show up
in front of those cameras now,

Lena dies.

We need to stall.

PARKER:
Hello, again. Um...

Go ahead and roll.
Nice to see everyone.

REPORTER:
You again.

Yeah. Uh, Director Vance will--

he'll be... he'll be out
in just a few minutes.

Um, but I...

I thought that
it might be interesting,

um, to hear a brief history of

U.S. and Venezuelan relations,

uh, and-and see how we got
to this historic point.

REPORTER: Are you kidding me?
(others groaning)

Hmm.

Venezuela first established
diplomatic relations

with the U.S. in 1853.

Do they think this
is some kind of joke?

Obviously,
your sweetheart

doesn't care
about you

as much as
you thought.

Get up. Get up!

(Lena grunts)

It's over, Kael.

Let her go.

Stay back.

I'll splatter her brains

all over this hallway.
I mean it!

McGEE:
Not gonna happen.

Hands up. Hands up.

On the wall.

Come on.

KAEL:
You're gonna regret this.
(handcuffs clicking)

Some would say that
Miguel Cabrera, uh, was

the greatest Venezuelan player
in the Major Leagues,

but I don't know.

I don't know.
Have you seen Félix Hernández?

Thanks, I'll let him know.

Sir,

Lena's safe
and Kael's in custody.

(sighs) Thank God.

Now, please,

get him off the air

before he ruins
both of our careers.

Yes, sir.
(phone vibrates)

Hey, Kasie.

What? Hold on, hold on.

Slow down.

VANCE:
Well, Admiral,

I guess it's finally time
for us to say goodbye.

Thank you, Director,
for hosting me

in your beautiful country.

I am happy I can return home

with news of
our successful collaboration.

Well, hopefully,
with the task force in place,

the Caribbean
will be a safer place

and allow for
more aid to come

to those who need it.

May I also say
how grateful I am to NCIS

for catching the murderer
of Diego Barreto.

Thanks to you, this woman, uh...

What is her name?

Robyn Kael.

Kael... is in custody

and justice will be served.

Until we meet again, Director.

Just one problem, Admiral.

Robyn Kael didn't kill anyone.

Excuse me? But you said...

She kidnapped Lena Paulsen
to stop the talks,

but Robyn Kael
didn't kill Barreto.

You did.

(laughs)

(speaks Spanish)

This is absurd.

While investigating
Barreto's death,

we learned that he was having,

um, secret meetings
with an unknown person.

We didn't know who this person
was until yesterday.

This was snagged off
a traffic cam in Caracas.

That's your wife,
isn't it, Admiral?

Barreto was
having an affair with her.

But of course,
you already knew that.

That's why you hired
a hitman to poison him.

We traced
the payment you made

to one of your
offshore accounts.

VANCE:
You were right, Admiral.

Beautiful women
are your weakness.

So, you confronted
him in your office?
Yeah.

Oh, I would've loved
to have seen that.

Yeah, it was something,
all right.

So, what happens now?

Well, I spoke
to the Venezuelan president.

Neither of us want this
to distract from

the success of the talks,

so we both agreed:

Mendoza will
quietly resign

and then be extradited
back home to face trial.

He'll just get
a slap on the wrist.

Politicians down there
like to protect their own.

I wish we could've done more.

But it was the right play.

The things we do for diplomacy.

Listen, Leon.
Hmm?

I am sorry I've been
keeping things from you.

I should've been
more honest with you.

As a matter of fact,
I'm gonna start right now.

I don't want to be

in a casual relationship
with you anymore.

You don't?

I want more.

I want to spend
more time with you.

At your apartment in New York,

or at my house in D.C.,
when you're here.

Make a real schedule.

Unless that's too much for you

and I just made
a complete ass of myself.

No.

I was hoping you would say that.

Because...

I, uh...

...I already made you this.

(both laughing)

To us then.

To us.

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