NCIS s18e05 Episode Script

Previously on "NCIS" Winston never showed up? No, he didn't, but I found him just the same.
- What'd you do? - Nothing.
Gonna need some time.
Check back with me in about two weeks.
Two weeks? $1.
59, please.
What's fast food got to do with counterfeit opioids? The pill pusher we were supposed to be following, he worked here.
Bingo-bango.
Found those in the freezer.
I told you the pills are being run through this place.
Gibbs, I just found out the name of our drug kingpin.
- Merriweather.
- Is that a first name or a last? It's an alias.
I'll meet you at the drive-through in two days to explain.
That'll be $1.
59, please.
Where's the, uh, usual guy? Toby? He has not shown up for work the last two days.
- Blood match came back.
- Is it Fornell's? - Yeah.
- So Fornell is M.
I.
A.
, and we are no closer to catching Merriweather? - What are you suggesting? - We keep going.
- For how long? - As long as it takes, Leon.
- We - (LINE CLICKS) (DOOR OPENS) (FOOTFALLS APPROACHING) VANCE: Had an empty chair next to me at our poker game tonight.
- Again.
- Yeah, I've been busy.
Yeah, I see that.
50,000 opioid deaths just in the last year, Leon.
That's a football stadium full of parents and kids.
VANCE: And Emily Fornell was almost one of them.
She got lucky.
And she knows it, too.
She is doing the work.
So is her dad.
Yeah, that's why I'm here.
SECNAV just pulled the plug on the op.
Op's not finished.
It is for us.
The order is to hand it over to the DEA.
The DEA? You know damn well there's no military connection.
They have done nothing.
And after three months, Gibbs, we are no closer to identifying Merriweather or plugging his opioid pipeline.
So as far as SECNAV is concerned, all we've done is lost a man.
Fornell's not lost, he's undercover.
Three months is a long time to go dark.
Gibbs, he hasn't even contacted his daughter.
And you haven't found a trace of him since he was working at that burger joint.
You expect me to stop looking? No, I know you better than that.
I need my team.
I wish I could give them to you.
This is Fornell we're talking about.
You think I don't know that? Then call SECNAV back and fight.
I have been fighting, Gibbs.
I don't have any more rope left.
I'm sorry.
The order is to hand over all of our evidence first thing in the morning.
Please tell me you're not going back to that airport again.
Something's going on out there.
You told me I have until the morning.
Gibbs, you've been there a dozen times already.
Maybe this is lucky 13! (DOOR OPENS) (GRUNTING) Tobias.
Lower your weapon.
I can't do that.
Why? Because I've come way too far to have you blow this for me now.
What the hell are you talking about (SHOUTS) - Aah! Son of a bitch! - Sorry, Gibbs! Merriweather has cameras all over this place.
If this doesn't look real, I'm a dead man.
Are you shooting me?! I'm shooting around you.
But my aim sucks, so if I were you, I'd be thinking about hiding.
How do you know the cameras don't have mics? Because I set the system up.
So make this look real, Butch.
Not that real! Why haven't you checked in with your daughter? The boss bugs all our phones.
I couldn't risk it.
Heads up.
Did you get an ID on Merriweather? No, not yet, but I will soon.
You said that three months ago! Did you even meet this guy? No.
But I hear there's a big shipment of pills coming in, something different.
Different how? I don't know! I need more time.
You're out of time! (GRUNTS) What are you You trying to kill me? If I wanted to kill you, you'd be dead! Read me in! (EXHALES SHARPLY) Check your glove box in five minutes.
Now try not to shoot me.
(DOOR OPENS) (SEAGULLS SQUAWKING) I understand, Director.
I appreciate the heads-up.
We'll increase our Force Protection Condition to Bravo immediately.
You keep me updated, I'll do the same.
Fornell's alive.
He called you? No, he kneed me in the nu Merriweather had eyes on us.
So you hit him back? I shot at him.
Okay, and-and then? And then he gave me these.
I'm guessing that this blur is the infamous Merriweather.
And those pills are his latest product.
Gibbs, these look like the same drugs that Emily Fornell OD'd on.
No.
Fornell said that this batch? Different.
- Different how? - I'm not sure yet.
Okay.
Thank you for bringing all this to me, Gibbs.
I will make sure it gets turned over to the DEA as soon as possible.
I was thinking we'd give it all to Kasie instead.
We just talked about this.
SECNAV's orders were clear, Gibbs.
I'm sorry, my hands are tied here.
What's this? Something to untie your hands.
Petty Officer Marcus Rico? I did some digging last night.
Kid went U.
A.
two days ago.
And the MPs found 300 of those stashed in his lockbox.
Odds are, Rico's dealing.
We find him, he may lead us to Merriweather.
You run that by SECNAV.
Bad timing, Gibbs.
That phone call you walked in on? That was Homeland.
There's chatter of a possible terrorist attack on one of our military bases.
- When? - I don't know.
I had to raise the threat level.
I'll let you know as soon as I know more.
And until then, Mr.
Director? You gather your files to transfer to DEA.
And we'll send them once you and your team have had time to review them.
Which I would have to believe will take 72 hours.
Hopefully less.
Gibbs.
Take this bastard down.
So, you did all of this by yourself? When? Probably when he was "sturgeon fishing.
" (LAUGHS) You knew.
MCGEE: Well, not specifically.
But you kept disappearing with odd excuses.
We knew something was up.
Yeah, but, McGee, you did guess that he had a secret girlfriend.
Yeah.
The point is, why all the cloak and dagger stuff? SECNAV's orders.
Two men only.
Her new order is to turn over the Merriweather case to the DEA, but Vance bought us a few days.
BISHOP: What is that? A clue from Fornell.
You want us to figure out in three days what Fornell couldn't in three months? And all we have to go on is, uh, a picture of Sasquatch.
Kasie's running facial rec.
Boss, what facial rec? There's no face.
Well, not yet, but there will be, once she gets done doing whatever the hell she does with these things.
Petty Officer Rico.
He is our best shot at finding Merriweather.
I'll check social media, dig into his personal life.
Bishop, Torres? Talk to his CO.
On it.
Start with the bunkmate.
I thought you enhanced it.
Hold your horses, because that's the original photo.
After I ran a pixel resolution and a photo clarity program Wait for it Ta-da! That's enhanced? Hey, I did the best I could with what you gave me.
Let's just say Fornell is no Annie Leibovitz.
We got an ID? I'm running facial recognition software now.
Fingers crossed, but no guarantees.
What about Fornell's pills? They are next on the list, but are you sure these aren't the same pills I tested three months ago? They look identical.
No.
Fornell said they're different.
Call me when you know something.
- (COMPUTER DINGS) - I know something.
Facial rec got a hit on Mr.
Blurry Face.
His real name is GIBBS: Maxwell Hughes.
Nice work, Kase.
Thanks.
You know, never underestimate - the power of uh-oh.
- (COMPUTER DINGING) Uh-oh what? Apparently, his name is also Mikhail Kuzanov.
It seems your Merriweather has two identities.
Oh.
Make that three.
Which I guess makes sense.
Drug kingpins like to remain anonymous.
When you're done here, Kase, get all the IDs to McGee.
Okay.
Might be a while.
(MAN SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY OVER P.
A.
) Marcus is a total gym rat.
By far the best trash talker on our intramural squad.
The only problem is, he's a scrub who can't back it up.
He's one of those, huh? One game he chucked up nine threes in the first half, all air balls.
But he never stopped talking trash.
He was actually a hell of a teammate.
Was? What changed? Earlier this year, he blew out his knee during a field training exercise.
Right.
He was prescribed Vicodin.
We checked out his medical records.
That stuff grabbed hold of him, sir.
When the doctor's refills ran out, he had to find another source.
TORRES: And the drugs got expensive, so he started dealing to maintain his habit.
His customers civilian or Navy? Navy, ma'am.
It-it started out with just a few guys, but it's gotten out of hand.
These knockoff opioids he's dealing, they are really addictive.
Yeah.
That's kind of the point.
Have you heard the name Merriweather before? I'll take that as a yes.
Look, I-I told you everything I know.
No, obviously you haven't.
Your friend is missing.
You want to help us find him or not? Of course, ma'am, but I don't I don't want to die trying, either.
Merriweather won't find out you talked.
I sure as hell hope not.
Because from what I hear, Merriweather does not mess around.
Marcus left to pick up a batch of new pills two days ago, and I I haven't seen him since.
Where was the pickup? I don't know, sir.
I swear.
My Navy career is over, isn't it? Man, you messed up.
You got to be held accountable.
These new pills, what's so special about them? The price.
Marcus normally charges $20 a pill, but Merriweather wanted him to cut the rate to five.
Why would a drug dealer want to practically give his stuff away? MCGEE: Seven passports, all with the same photo, all with different names.
- Which one's Merriweather? - None of them, actually.
All the names are aliases.
No addresses, no social security numbers, nothing.
You access TSA records? I did.
That's where things get interesting.
All seven of them routinely traveled back and forth to Russia.
Beltway Burgers.
Napkins.
Now.
I'll get 'em, hon.
I saw this guy the day I went to visit Fornell.
He was probably checking out his operations.
Want to start interrogating employees, look for an inside men? No.
No, I don't want to tip off Merriweather.
I'll get Sloane to pull employee records, see if anybody stands out.
Oh, uh, speaking of Beltway, seems that Petty Officer Rico was quite a fan.
I downloaded the diagnostics from his vehicle.
Didn't leave base a lot, but when he did, he went to four different Beltway Burgers in two different states.
What do they all have in common? Other than burgers.
Hey.
State police found Petty Officer Rico.
Torres is escorting him in now.
To interrogation? No, to autopsy.
Man, he was just a kid.
He was 19.
You know, Emily Fornell was lucky she lived long enough to get off this stuff.
Taking, uh, Merriweather's opioids is like playing Russian roulette.
JIMMY: Thanks, KASIE.
(SIGHS): Not quite.
With Russian roulette, at least you stand a chance.
Petty Officer Rico here was doomed the second he took that first pill.
That was Kasie who just called.
To no surprise, there are traces of opiates in Rico's system, yes, but not nearly enough to kill an experienced user like him.
So, what killed him? A deadly combination of saxitoxin and abrin.
He was poisoned? Yeah.
And Kasie found the same cocktail of toxins in the coating of Merriweather's latest batch.
See, these new pills aren't meant to get you high.
They're meant to kill you.
Okay, but I don't get it.
Why-why would a drug dealer want to kill his customers? I think I've got the answer to that.
I just figured out what Petty Officer Rico's four Beltway Burgers have in common.
They are all located within two miles of the four largest military installations on the East Coast.
Vance did talk that there was chatter about a pending attack on one of the bases.
Well, now we know who's behind it.
Merriweather's not just a drug dealer anymore.
No, he's a terrorist.
Biotoxins? I thought Merriweather was dealing - counterfeit opioids.
- He was.
A lot of 'em.
He's been flooding the East Coast with his opioids for years now.
He's been preying on the military.
Built pipelines onto the bases.
- How? - By recruiting vulnerable Marines and sailors to go to work for him.
And he's been using Beltway Burgers as his distribution centers? Sure seems that way.
MCGEE: The four bases that have the highest number of drug-related court-martials are all near Beltway Burgers.
But now this drug kingpin decides to become a terrorist and swap out his opioids, for actual poison? My God, how bad can this get? Well, based on the potency of the poison and what we estimate the current marketplace to be, we're talking about thousands of deaths.
Which explains why he was basically giving away the drugs.
- But why target our military? - Don't know.
We won't know until we find out who Merriweather is.
Hey, maybe I can help with that.
I ran background on all the employees at Beltway Burgers, and, uh, there was one guy who stood out.
That's Fornell's boss.
Shift manager Chad Hamilton.
Or so his name tag says.
In reality, Chad has no driver's license and no Social Security number.
- An alias? - Just like Merriweather.
Yes.
But unlike Merriweather, I know Chad's real identity.
How? I went down to Beltway, waited for him to throw away a cup, then I grabbed it and had Kasie pull the prints.
Meet Vladmir Ivinov.
Born in St.
Petersburg, raised in Miami.
Two previous arrests for narcotics possession with intent to sell.
You got an address? BISHOP: Ah.
I love a man in uniform.
TORRES: Just your friendly, uh, neighborhood bug man.
You know, spraying for bugs.
I am more concerned about that bug in your hand.
Powering on now.
Testing, one, two.
All right, we are good to go.
Entering backyard.
Now, get that placed and get out of there quickly.
Do I sense a little concern in your voice, Bishop? That is concern for the op and you not screwing it up.
Says the woman that's sitting on her butt watching TV.
Yeah.
Otherwise known as your backup, buddy.
The only thing you need to worry about is, uh backing up that van when I'm finished over here.
You keep talking, you'll be walking home.
Hey.
What are you doing? Uh, exterminator.
Yeah, wrong house, buddy.
Oh, no, I'm-I'm in the right house.
I got a I-I got the order right here.
- Yeah, I didn't call you, man.
- You didn't, but the head of the HOA did.
Yeah, I'm supposed to do the whole block.
There's, uh, an infestation, red ant larva.
Man said it's not a good time.
Come back later.
Is that Fornell? Get out of there, Nick.
All right, all right.
My bad, man, my bad.
Okay, I'll just, I'll just start with your neighbor, but, uh VLADMIR: Hold up.
Just make sure you are who you say you are Enrique.
Come on, we don't have time for this.
Toby, go finish up inside.
(LINE RINGING) BISHOP: Bayside Bugs.
This is Kelly speaking.
Can I tell you about our termite specials today? Wrong number.
Abort, Nick.
Abort.
(SIGHS) So, a red ant larva infestation? Uh, yeah, yeah, but it's, you know, it's seasonal.
Not a big deal, yeah? I don't care what it is, I don't want it in my house.
All right? So you spray the entire yard, all right? - (PHONE RINGING AND BUZZING) - You got it, boss.
(GUNSHOT) What the hell are you guys doing here? About to ask you the same thing.
Bishop, got to go.
I told you three times, Torres.
I don't know where they took Bishop.
Just like you don't know that your drug dealer boss is now a terrorist? I knew he was shifting gears somehow.
You've been on this guy for months.
What do you know? I know I just saved your ass.
How about a little appreciation, buddy? What, do you want a thank you card for that, Fornell? Bishop was kidnapped.
- And whose fault was that? - Yours! For keeping us out of the loop! Because I didn't want this to happen! Okay.
You got it all out of your system yet? Or do I have to remind you both that we are all on the same team? TORRES: Same team? Where's his badge? Tough talk, kid.
Keep it up, see what happens.
Rosewood.
That mean anything to you, Tobias? Merriweather has code names for all the places he uses to unload his product.
Rosewood is one of his warehouses.
How? Jimmy found a napkin in the pocket of the guy you just killed.
Has "Rosewood" written on it.
Fornell, do you think Rosewood is where these biotoxins are coming in? Could be.
Vlad told me there was a special shipment coming in later tonight.
He was about to tell me where it was, but then the bug boy here made his grand entrance.
VANCE: Okay.
The warehouse You got an address? No.
I've been there, so I-I, I think I can find it.
- It's in West Baltimore.
- Go.
I (STAMMERS) I just offed one of the top lieutenants in Merriweather's crew, and you're sending me in all alone? I'm sending you with Torres.
What? No.
No, Gibbs, I can't leave now.
Bishop is missing.
VANCE: Agent Torres, find the drugs.
They may lead us to her.
- And if not? - We'll find her.
Go, Nick.
And try not to kill each other.
(STAMMERS) All right, did you double-check the electronic discovery software? It loops around to the original cloaking program.
All right, and you ran the digital forensics cryptography program, - right? - Two hours ago.
Bishop's out there somewhere, and her life may depend on us hacking into this dead guy's phone, but we can't figure it out.
Yet.
Boss, none of our usual tricks are working here, not even our unusual tricks.
Not to mention everything on the phone is written in Russian.
(PHONE RINGING) Oh, I will run that through my translation program.
GIBBS: That means "boss.
" Hey, hold on.
Yeah? MAN: Is this Toby? That's me.
Merriweather? Yes.
And if that scares you, it should.
Why's that? Because I know you're a federal agent, or at least working with them.
And I don't take kindly to narcs infiltrating my organization.
You want an apology? No.
I want Vladmir back.
I know you arrested him today.
We did.
He's being booked now.
Which he deserves.
I should just let him rot in prison.
But unlike you, Toby, I believe in loyalty.
So I have a deal to propose.
Don't make deals with terrorists.
And I don't kill federal agents, but sometimes we have to make exceptions.
Don't we? NCIS Special Agent Eleanor Bishop.
Pretty girl.
But getting less pretty by the hour.
You have someone I want.
I have someone you want.
Let's trade.
When and where? McGillis Airport.
Parking Lot 3C.
Just you and Vladmir.
One hour.
I need more time than that.
That's not my problem.
If I don't see you both here in one hour, I'm leaving the country and I'm taking the girl with me.
And trust me, Toby, she won't still be breathing when I land.
Boss, just a friendly reminder Vladmir's dead.
Yeah, I know, McGee.
Well, so there's no way Fornell's gonna make it - to the airport on time.
- Yeah, I know, McGee.
- I know.
- Well, what's our plan, then? Okay, we're good.
Cameras are disabled.
Who taught you so much about electronic surveillance? YouTube.
Who taught you about YouTube? Empty.
Another home run for Donnie Brasco over here.
Never said this is definitely where the shipment was coming in.
- (PHONE CHIMES, BUZZES) - Just said it was our best lead.
Merriweather has Bishop.
Is she okay? For now.
We got to clear this place quick.
I got to go.
Viktor! Toby! What's up, my dude? Sorry I'm late.
It's all good, bro.
They didn't even tell me you was coming.
Vlad here, too? No.
Vlad couldn't make it tonight.
For real? Why not? Because he's in jail.
Seems our friend Toby here has been working with the police.
We caught his partner performing surveillance outside Vlad's house.
You're a rat? TORRES: Uh-uh! I wouldn't do that my dude.
Federal agents.
Drop the gun.
Drop it! Knees.
Knees.
Knees! Knees.
No, I'm not a cop.
Have no rules.
Knees! (HANDCUFFS JANGLING) I guess we're even.
Thanks, kid.
Go get your girl back.
And take that bastard down for me.
(PHONE RINGS) Not a good time, Tobias.
Just talked to Vance, heard your plan, if you can call it that.
McGee's posing as me? You said Merriweather's never met you.
Yeah, but he's seen me on surveillance video.
He knows what I look like.
Got 30 years on you, McGee.
And a lot less hair.
He's wearing a ball cap.
A ball cap? Really? Oh, well, then it's all (SIGHS) Look, I don't care what Merriweather promised you.
He wants to kill me, which means he's going to kill you.
Not gonna let it happen.
You really think Merriweather's gonna trade Bishop for a corpse? He doesn't know that Vladmir's dead.
I'll tell him he's tied up in the trunk till we get eyes on Bishop.
And then what happens? Then I shoot Merriweather in the head.
You got a plan B? Then don't miss.
(TIRES SCREECH) (ENGINE REVVING) (TIRES SCREECH) What if Fornell's right? Gibbs and McGee could be heading into an ambush.
I know, Jack, but our options are limited.
MCGEE: Director, you got me? Loud and clear, Agent McGee.
All right, I just dropped Gibbs at the control tower.
ETA about 30 seconds.
Getting in position, Leon.
VANCE: Copy that.
MCGEE: Entering the airport grounds now.
Got a visual.
What's your ETA to Lot 3C? Just pulled in.
McGee's six minutes late.
And Merriweather made it clear what would happen if he was late.
(EXHALES) Got eyes on you, McGee.
No sign of Bishop or Merriweather.
Hold position.
Something's not right with this, Leon.
Need the stats on this tower, Leon.
Working on it, Gibbs.
Stand by.
ELEVATION: 57.
17 feet.
WIND SPEED: East southeast, six knots.
We got a plane! Where? Uh east.
East of you.
VANCE: Near the hangars, McGee.
- Got it.
- (TIRES SCREECHING) GIBBS: That's Merriweather.
Have a visual.
In pursuit.
VANCE: Thermal imaging shows a pilot, two passengers.
That's got to be Merriweather and Bishop.
SLOANE: Merriweather is not doing the trade, McGee! They're taking off! MAN (OVER RADIO): All aircraft, please stand down at this time.
We have unauthorized activity on the tarmac.
(INDISTINCT RADIO TRANSMISSION) What the hell is that? Oh, God.
A bomb.
(TIRES SCREECHING) NCIS! McGee! It's a trap.
There's a bomb on that plane.
Get out of there now! All right, boss, cover me.
I'm going in.
McGee, get your ass back in the car.
Tim, raise your hand if you can hear me.
His comms are out.
That plane's gonna blow, Gibbs.
- Get him out of there now! - What about Bishop? You want one dead agent or two? Gibbs, do you copy? Copy.
- (GUNSHOT) - (GASPS) Shots fired! He's not stopping.
He's not gonna stop.
(GUNSHOT) (GRUNTS) SLOANE: Gibbs, what are you doing? What he has to.
(GROANING): I'm hit.
Okay.
(GROANS) Damn it, McGee.
Stay down.
(GRUNTS) (GRUNTS) (GROANING) (GROANS) Help me.
Boss, help me.
Oh! - (SIREN WAILING) - (INDISTINCT CHATTER) Victim received two gunshot wounds, left biceps, right quadriceps.
Shot range was 850 meters, 308 Winchesters.
And you know all this how? Bishop? Bishop?! - Nick! Hey! - Bishop! - Torres, stop! - Ellie! It's full of fuel! Stop! Ellie! We got to get Ellie! Bishop! Nick! - (GRUNTING) - (PANTING) You all right? Are you okay? (PANTING) Merriweather wasn't on the plane.
JIMMY: John McClane, eat your heart out.
- (GROANS SOFTLY) - How did you get off of that plane? Let's go.
On the plane.
Come on.
(GRUNTING) (CHOKING) Bishop? I asked nicely.
I guess not nicely enough, huh? Yeah, this little badass was hiding in the hangar when the, uh, plane exploded.
(PHONE RINGING) So, Merriweather wasn't on the plane, either? No.
His whole trade offer was a plan to lure Fornell there.
So you were just bait.
BISHOP: Merriweather knew all along that Fornell had killed Vladmir.
Vlad's house was ooh - Wired with hidden cameras.
- TORRES: Mm-hmm, okay.
Merriweather wanted payback, so he rigged the plane with a bomb.
But why would he want to kill his own guys? He blamed them for allowing Fornell into his crew.
All right.
Thank you, Delilah.
You hang in there.
All right.
McGee's in surgery.
The bullet, uh, in his leg nicked a, uh, femoral artery.
He's lost a lot of blood.
Gibbs, I just want to say that I know how hard this must We get an ID on Merriweather? - Working on it.
- Work faster.
What this guy just did, I guarantee he's leaving the country.
Not today.
Vladmir's phone, the one McGee and I couldn't hack into? I just hacked into it.
- And found what? - Vladmir's mobile bank records.
Over the last year, he's wired $40 million to the same woman.
You remember her, Gibbs? She was with Merriweather at Beltway Burgers.
That's his daughter.
Oh, yeah, I figured that out after I looked up her social media.
I'll bet she's been laundering her daddy's money for him.
We pick her up, lean on her, and she leads us to her dad.
I think her dad might be with her.
Today's her 21st birthday, and she's been posting about a special gift he's bringing her.
BISHOP: This guy really have the nerve to stick around after what he did? Been using fake identities to hide in plain sight for years.
Not anymore.
(CORK POPS, LIQUID POURS) WOMAN: Happy birthday, Sasha.
WOMAN 2: Happy birthday.
Cheers.
To my beautiful baby girl.
All grown up.
Happy birthday.
- Thanks, Daddy.
- Oh, no, no.
Don't thank me yet.
Not until you see what's parked around the corner.
(GASPS) Better be the red one.
(LAUGHTER) (GASPS, SCREAMS) Full sport package, right? I hope you leased it, Alexi.
Been a while since you heard your real name, huh? Federal agents.
- Daddy? - You got some cuffs? Hi.
I'm Toby.
Nice to finally meet you.
It's nice for me, at least.
It's okay, sweetie, I won't be gone long.
Oh, no worries.
She's going with you.
Me?! Wh-What did I do? You helped Daddy hide his money.
I'll handle this.
Just keep quiet, okay? I'll get you bailed.
You promised this wouldn't happen.
You said offshore couldn't be traced and that it'd be Hey, hey, hey, shut the hell up! (GASPS) Take me, but don't arrest her, okay? You're throwing my daughter's life away.
Guess now you know what that feels like.
Alexi Myshkin.
Never heard of him.
TORRES: He worked hard at that.
Burned all traces of his real identity years ago when he, uh, entered the drug game.
And our drug lord suddenly turns into a terrorist? - Why? - Money.
- But didn't he have money? - Not this kind of money.
His precious baby girl's bank accounts were a treasure trove for illegal wire transfers.
Offshore money.
All in the last few months.
How many zeros is that? Enough to try to kill thousands of sailors and Marines.
So, who bought him? Not that many people with that kind of money, but there are governments.
- (PHONE CHIMES) - And Alexi has ties to a Russian oligarch who's, uh, known for poisoning enemies of the Kremlin.
Uh, I just got an update from Delilah.
McGee's out of surgery.
- How is he? - Uh, stable, but the doctors say - he's still not out of the woods.
- And Delilah? BISHOP: She seems like she's putting on a brave face, but I think she could use a little backup.
I'll update SECNAV, and I'll check in - with Delilah myself.
- Okay.
I'm gonna head to the hospital tomorrow morning.
- I'll meet you there.
- That's good work.
Go home.
Sir.
You, uh you think he's okay? I think he did what he had to do.
Yeah, I get that.
But he did just shoot one of his best friends, and he's acting like it's any another day.
Well, it's Gibbs.
Nothing fazes him.
Yeah, well, maybe some things should.
(DOGS BARKING IN DISTANCE) (SIGHS) I don't know if I should punch you or if I should hug you.
Can we start with the hug? (LAUGHS) Mmm.
You scared the hell out of me.
I'm sorry, Em.
I wanted to call, but I couldn't until this was over.
I got something for you.
I know you did this all for me, but I really don't know how I'm ever going to make it up to you.
You just did.
And you cleaned up my mess.
Most of it.
I was too scared to touch that bloodstain over there.
Is that your blood, Daddy? Some of it.
But you're okay, right? I am now.
What happened? No more questions.
Okay.
(INDISTINCT ANNOUNCEMENT OVER P.
A.
) I'll be on the floor if you have any questions.
How is he? No change.
They just they still don't know.
Delilah, I-I Gibbs, you don't have to say it.
I know that (SIGHS) You had no choice.
You saved Tim's life.
Right? (MONITORS BEEPING)