Pagi, Mr. Jintao.
Kami menyiapkan dan siap untuk keberangkatan.
Hati-hati, Paul.
Anda maju dari diri sendiri.
Tentu saja, berdiri untuk persetujuan akhir Anda, seperti biasa.
Saya pikir Anda akan menemukan segala sesuatu sampai ke standar Chen.
Saya berharap begitu.
Chen perjalanan.
Kita tidak bisa penundaan.
Ada satu masalah yang saya harus menyebutkan.
Sebuah revisi ke daftar kru.
Uh, copilot saya keluar
dengan kasus keracunan makanan.
Bad salmon.
Jadi, Anda tahu.
Saya diperiksa pengganti sendiri.
Jenkins, ya. Lalu dia sudah dibersihkan?
Mr Chen ditandatangani pada tadi malam.
Hebat.
Jenkins.
Looking forward untuk terbang dengan Anda, Mr. Jintao.
(Dering telepon)
Ya, Leon.
Gibbs, Operasi Willoughby adalah pergi.
(Terkunci telepon ditutup)
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USKUP: Anda tidak memberitahu saya Anda bekerja dengan NSA.
QASIM: Ini adalah pengawasan bersama dengan NCIS.
Mereka menyebutnya "obrolan yang mencurigakan" "
Ah, Anda seperti itu, ya? (Tertawa)
Ya, karena ketika saya mengatakan bahwa, Anda melihat saya
seperti mata-mata seksi. (Tertawa baik)
Kamu benar.
Saya menerjemahkan percakapan membosankan.
atasan saya bertanya apakah mungkin ada makna ganda
dari sudut pandang Afghanistan pandang.
Tapi aku tidak bisa memikirkan apa pun.
Sebenarnya, aku tidak bisa berpikir sama sekali.
Apakah ini tentang kantor Anda lagi?
Ini tidak mempromosikan pemikiran berkualitas.
Sebuah pemikiran tempat yang bagus adalah kunci.
Saya suka perpustakaan.
Bagaimana bisa pikiran Anda bernapas dengan semua buku itu apak
mencekik Anda? Ah.
(Terkekeh) Nah, apa yang akan Anda sarankan?
Sebuah tempat dengan banyak oksigen.
Hutan. TORRES: Qasim.
Hei, bagus untuk melihat Anda, man.
Oh, mereka membiarkan Anda keluar dari gedung lampiran?
Aku harus kembali.
Hanya ingin berjalan Ellie ke mejanya.
Oke, baik ...
Aku akan menjemputmu di sini untuk makan malam.
Baik. Bye.
Cinta muda. Tidak ada yang seperti itu.
Hei, akan kalian pernah pergi ke hutan untuk berpikir?
Tidak, aku tidak berpikir terbaik saya ketika saya sedang tidur.
Saya adalah di kamar mandi.
Semuanya sederhana di kamar mandi.
McGee, bagaimana dengan Anda?
McGee.
Hah?
Apa yang kau baca, pria?
Uh, tidak ada.
Tidak meyakinkan.
Tidak ada?
McGee. Willoughby.
Membacanya di.
Terima kasih Tuhan. Interogasi, mari kita bicara.
Apa Willoughby?
McGee: Operasi Willoughby telah prepping untuk bulan.
Target kami adalah Kai Chen.
Ini adalah foto terakhir yang kita miliki tentang dia,
itu diambil 15 tahun yang lalu.
pengusaha kaya yang diduga
committing acts of terror
to manipulate the stock market.
Rumor was that he sent a suicide bomber
into a Belgian bank. Played the dip in the market.
And the attempted attack on the USS Mulligan?
Chen funded that as well.
He was, uh, hoping to cash in
on the surge in oil prices.
So the task force got together
to take him down. Slam dunk.
Chen is beyond careful.
We don't have any concrete evidence
connecting him to any of this.
Okay, Operation Willoughby is about collecting proof?
Opportunity came last night.
Reeves learned that Chen was prepping to fly
into the D.C. area.
We helped the regular copilot
get food poisoning, and Reeves stepped in.
Officer Moreau, can you hear me?
Yes, I'm here.
Do we have the rest of the task force?
We have everyone except MI6.
They'll get here when they can. Sitrep.
Reeves and Jintao have entered the plane,
along with the pilot.
KRUGER: Signal is confirming
Reeves has placed the device in the cockpit.
We're remotely scanning to ensure
it's prepped for activation.
How far out is Chen?
Ten minutes away, sir. McGEE: Once the plane is airborne
and Chen connects his laptop to the plane's Wi-Fi,
Reeves will activate
an S14 proximity device.
So this device remotely copies data from Chen's computer
and immediately sends it to us.
We get the proof we need, and we take him down.
I don't understand, what's the catch here?
I mean, when NCIS came to FLETC to get recruits,
they said it was something like a suicide mission.
Chen's digital security is-is beyond top-notch.
Once we begin the download,
Chen will be alerted.
Reeves will be stuck on a plane
with a bunch of guys who want to kill him.
NCIS TECH: Chen is four minutes out, Sir. The device?
Signal is functioning properly.
Kami siap untuk aktivasi.
We got movement.
What is going on? Is that Jintao?
He's exiting the plane.
I don't like this.
What's the directive?
This could be routine. Stand by.
NCIS TECH: Jintao's entering his vehicle, sir.
Chen's car is exiting the highway. Damn it, he knows.
Call the tower, tell them to give Reeves the abort code.
- Yes, sir. - Get him out of there.
TECH: Tower, dispatch code Lima...
Get him out of there now!
McGEE: Look, I will get the Secretary of the Navy
on the phone if I have to.
No, I-I don't care what your source says,
it's a matter of national security...
Yes, you do that.
Press? Yeah.
Got them all confirming mechanical failure
with no survivors.
Last thing we need is Chen
seeing some report that Reeves is still alive.
Have you heard from Reeves? Yeah,
he actually sounded pretty good.
Gibbs is with him at the hospital.
Pilot's in surgery. How about the scene?
It was a mess.
Torres and Quinn are getting the debris
to Abby and the NTSB.
I interviewed every witness I could find.
Best I could get on Jintao
was that he was last seen heading south,
away from the airport.
All right, well, I got a BOLO out on him and his black SUV.
Do we still have eyes on Chen? No.
He drove underground, switched cars
and the satellite lost him.
McGee, what was this?
The explosion, I mean.
Was someone trying to take Chen down,
or was Chen trying to take us down?
The timing was too perfect.
I mean, somebody had to tip Chen off about Willoughby.
This was all him.
What?
REPORTER: Sources are now confirming
that the two men injured
in this morning's plane explosion,
are, in fact, alive
although one of them remains in critical condition.
You kidding me? They ran the story anyway.
GIBBS: Chen knows that you're alive
and you could be a target, Reeves.
You need to lay low.
Yeah, I'd rather not.
If you've got a shirt I could borrow,
that'd be lovely.
The doc released you?
I released me.
Just a few bumps.
I've been hurt worse falling out of bed.
What happened out there?
I'm telling you,
all the important bits are in working order.
I'm completely fine.
What happened?
I saw Jintao leaving.
I knew something was wrong.
I didn't know what I'd be walking into,
going down the stairs after him.
So I jumped out the exit window
on the other side of the plane.
The pilot, Miller-- he followed me.
You need to lay low.
Gibbs.
Before he left, I heard Jintao on the phone.
He was speaking Chinese.
He said Chen's planning another attack.
We need to get this guy before he does more damage.
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You're here until the doctor releases you.
And then what?
Headquarters.
Hiding. That's a joke.
It's an order.
Look, I volunteered for Willoughby.
I know what I signed up for.
Let me see this through to the end.
We'll see this through together, Reeves.
(phone ringing) All right?
Yeah, Leon. I'm on the way.
VANCE: Does Reeves have anything specific?
Chen has a new project. That's all we know.
All right. So, we start with Willoughby.
As far as we were concerned, that op was as close
to foolproof as it gets.
Yeah. But it wasn't, was it?
Who tipped off Chen?
Task force is investigating.
All participating agencies have been dispatched.
MI6 rep is already in deep with several leads.
He won't be able to join us until Monday.
You're calling a meeting?
Circumstances haven't changed, Gibbs.
Our only play is to get the proof we need
so we can arrest Chen.
Task force is on its way here to design a new op.
So you're calling a meeting.
Is there a problem?
With all due respect, Director,
our last meeting went on for months
and ended up with us almost losing Reeves.
All right. Say it.
We have leads to follow here,
now, on the ground.
Then do it.
But remember, Chen's an international threat.
He's a ghost.
We need the task force with us, Gibbs.
We can't do this alone.
(knocking on door)
Qasim.
Hi. Hey.
You're in my office.
(chuckles) Yeah. Uh, the mail guy
saw the “NSA” return address and assumed it was for me.
More calls to translate.
(sighs) Hey. I was gonna ask you...
If I figured out
any double meanings?
Not even close.
Uh... In this one...
Mm! They're telling stories
about the trips they've taken.
Paris, Amsterdam, Cairo.
Qasim.
I know. I need to get out of this office.
(chuckles) Maybe my own trip to the forest
would help me think. We could go after dinner
if you don't mind the cold.
Actually, I was gonna ask you
if we could reschedule.
Oh.
Uh, of course.
Um, okay. Thanks.
I just... I have to work late, so,
I... I should get back. (chuckles)
Ellie.
Are you okay?
Yeah.
Yeah. It's nothing, I just...
(sighs)
I happened to see Reeves' personal info sheet.
The agent from England? The one that looks like a sculpture?
(both chuckle)
Yeah. Under “Emergency Contact”"
he listed himself.
Who does that?
I wrote you.
What?
Under “Emergency Contact,”
I wrote your name.
You did?
Maybe Reeves only wrote himself
because he doesn't have anyone else to write.
I could... write myself if you would...
rather. (chuckles)
No. (laughs) No, I...
Don't... Don't change it.
I... I like it.
Okay. Give me an update.
Pilot Paul Miller is out of surgery,
and McGee's on the way to the hospital to question him.
Mm. What else? Let's talk bad guys.
Chen went back in hiding.
There's no recent picture of the guy, so good luck finding him.
Yeah. And as you know, Chen's second-in-command is this guy,
Edward Jintao.
TORRES: Jintao drove away from the airport
and went off the grid.
But even if we did know where he was, we don't have enough
to arrest him or Chen.
I got something.
Hey, you brought your own update
to, uh, update time? (chuckles)
Well, that's refreshing.
Jintao vetted Reeves.
Afterwards, Reeves followed him.
To where?
Auto parts company in D.C.
It could be Chen's local hub.
You think Jintao will go back there?
I think the two of you should find out.
Copy that.
I'll get my stakeout gear, baby.
Gibbs, Gibbs, Gibbs. What do you got, Abbs?
Um, nothing on the plane debris. I haven't been able
to find anything to confirm who set the bomb.
I wouldn't put it past Chen to rig the plane.
Yeah. Self-destruct in case of emergency,
but like I said, no proof.
So why'd you get on the elevator?
Because, the Belgian VSSE intercepted a transmission.
It was coded, but they sent it to me, and...
And you decoded it.
- Yes. - What was it?
It was a communication to Chen
from the pilot, Paul Miller.
It was at 8:12 a.m.,
right before Chen turned his car away from the airport.
Pilot tipped him off.
Yeah.
But how did the pilot know
that Willoughby was a setup?
Yeah. Yeah, you got it, boss.
I've officially been released, all right?
Go ahead, call him back and tell him.
What?
Gibbs.
He sent you here to check on me, yeah?
No. No, Reeves, listen.
The pilot is the one that tipped Chen off.
Come on.
(plastic bag crinkles)
(door opens)
McGEE: Paul Miller?
NCIS. We need to ask you
a few questions about Kai Chen.
(exhales) NCIS?
Listen, Paul, apologies for the alter ego,
but... I wasn't the only one
keeping secrets, was I?
A-Are you...
Are you gonna talk to my girls?
Mr Miller, Anda mengatakan kepada Chen untuk tidak datang ke bandara.
How did you know to warn him?
My girls don't know anything.
Come on, mate, we need you to listen to what we're asking.
McGEE: He's flatlining.
Paul. Nurse!
Paul!
Nurse! Paul!
The Great Roxbury Fire
occurred in May, 1894.
The Boston Beaneaters
were playing the Baltimore Orioles
in the South End Grounds when a fan in the bleachers
lit a cigar and dropped the match.
The wooden grandstand
went up in flames and spread
to 117 houses.
But much like this morning's catastrophe,
the incredible count of fatalities
when all was said and done
was zero.
What about this guy?
Well, our pilot was severely injured
while jumping from the plane and dodging
the debris from the explosion,
but these wounds did not kill him.
Surgery complications?
Good guess, but, uh, wrong, nonetheless.
I feel like I'm on a game show here.
(chuckles) I'm sorry, Jethro.
Even after all these years, I get a kick
out of hearing your conjectures.
Yeah, well. Miller here, um,
had every chance of making a full recovery,
but for the morphine.
He was drugged?
Yes. Abby's tox screen
shows that he died of an overdose.
Had agents outside his room
the whole time, Duck. Nobody got in.
I don't doubt it. But my suspicions
were confirmed when McGee
pulled a set of fingerprints
from the keypad lock on the morphine drip.
The prints were Miller's?
Yes. He must've watched an unsuspecting nurse
enter the code. And after she left the room,
well, he increased his own morphine to commit suicide.
BISHOP: People in Chen's organization
are bound to loyalty.
He has a history of hurting the families of anyone who talks.
More than hurting.
Exactly.
Which is why Paul Miller was terrified
to talk to us.
He had a family?
Mm-hmm.
A wife
and a nine-year-old daughter.
He talked about them before he died.
Took his own life to protect them.
McGee, if Chen was able to scare Miller that much,
what did he know?
Well, he's been with the organization for five years,
traveling with Chen.
Got paid a ton of money to be on call,
like all of Chen's pilots.
What about Reeves?
Well, I still have more on Miller...
No, but did you know
that Reeves spent months getting his pilot license,
and then gaining Miller's trust to become his go-to backup?
I mean, that's like, a huge commitment for him.
Yeah. Bishop, I read you in on this, remember?
Yeah. I'm just saying,
I don't think Reeves has many friends.
McGEE: What?
REEVES: Hey.
Hey. You're back.
Listen, I know what the two of you
were probably discussing just now.
Actually, I can't even begin to tell you
what we were discussing.
Bishop was being very confusing.
I was?
Sometimes, when you overthink things,
you get confusing.
- I do? - Mm-hmm.
All right, then I'll be clear.
I'm fine, I'm on desk duty.
And I'm ready to move on and get Chen.
Somebody checking out the place Jintao went after he vetted me?
The auto parts place? Yeah. Quinn and Torres
have been staking it out since last night.
Good.
This isn't good.
You're gonna have to be
a little more specific.
This isn't good. We're too conspicuous.
We're fine. (sighs)
We're not fine. Yesterday, we were fine.
There were other cars here.
Now we're the only car on the block.
We might as well have our lights flashing.
Calm down.
Look, if anyone sees us,
we start making out.
That's a great idea.
Really? No.
Oh. There's a window,
up there, and I think that's a better place.
It's a good lookout.
Let's park the car, let's get up there.
Um. That's a cute plan, except I don't take any orders.
Would you rather that I tell everyone
about your hour-long beauty regimen?
I don't feel good about it. Okay.
Well, then, why don't you hide the car?
Yeah.
(engine starts)
LARRY: So, these are our specialty.
Six mini donuts to a pack.
Hey. I can take you out on the floor
if you want to see how we apply the powdered sugar.
Oh. Appreciate the offer, but we really need to find that window.
Oh, sure, yeah. I-It's this way.
You know, I can tell, the two of you
are living the dream, being cops.
Federal agents.
Me, I'm looking to leave desserts and move into entrees.
I'm talking chicken pot pies.
I've been working on a recipe for years.
I mean, a guy can dream, right?
Sky's the limit, apparently. (chuckles)
And...
here we go.
That's the window?
Nice.
You can't be serious.
Well, you know, everything's a lot more simple
in the bathroom. Am I right?
Larry, you mind putting an Out of Order sign on the door?
No. Not a problem.
You kids have fun.
Mm-hmm.
Oh, yeah.
There must have been a window that we didn't see.
I mean, it's either this or, um,
making out in the car.
VANCE: I want to thank each of you for making the trip.
It wasn't a choice.
Stopping Chen is an imperative.
Then we'll skip the pleasantries.
G.I.D. has intercepted chatter that supports your theory
that Chen is planning a new attack.
Do you have a target?
The financial district in New York
was hypothesized but not confirmed.
Well, until we have something certain, then,
it's all just smoke.
What about our MI6 operative?
Clayton Reeves.
Director Vance.
Is it possible Reeves told the pilot about Willoughby?
No. Reeves is clean.
Perhaps he was worried for Miller's safety.
They became close over those months, did they not?
KRUGER: Reeves was sent in
to befriend Miller because of their similar upbringing,
the parallel challenges they both faced.
This is the very reason they bonded so quickly.
We must consider the possibility...
Officers, I debriefed Reeves myself.
I assure you, he wasn't compromised.
Then we must assume he somehow tipped off Miller by accident.
Agreed, but are we here to pinpoint
our failings or to take down Chen?
BISHOP: Gibbs, listen.
Bishop, I have been listening
for the last ten minutes. (sighs)
I still don't know what you're saying.
I'm saying that when I met up with Reeves
in Scotland last summer,
we had some really great talks.
I mean, I think I'm one of his only friends,
and he never even told me that he was gonna risk his life,
and I just... You're worried about him.
Yes.
Why didn't you just say that
ten minutes ago?
I thought I did.
BISHOP: Alice, what can you tell us about Paul's job?
He didn't talk about it much...
or maybe I didn't ask.
I think part of me knew the money
was too good to be true.
What about the man he worked for?
I don't even know his name.
Agent Gibbs...
...Paul didn't have it easy growing up.
All he wanted was to give Lexie something better.
This has been so hard on her.
She's refused to leave my side since it happened.
Whatever he was involved in...
he was a good man.
I don't want her to know anything else.
I like your bracelet.
ALICE: Whenever Paul flew somewhere,
he'd bring a charm back for her.
Right, baby?
Mm.
This is so cool.
Eiffel Tower... oh, a little shoe.
It's a clog from Amsterdam.
This is a pyramid.
Where's it from again, Mom?
Cairo.
Ellie.
The cities you were telling me about this morning.
What were they? What?
BISHOP: From your translations,
what were the cities they were talking about?
Oh, yes, I remember.
Here it is.
Paris, Amsterdam, Cairo.
Same cities Chen went to.
What's going on?
We need copies
of everything you got.
BISHOP: Qasim, these conversations
you've been listening to,
they're about a terrorist
we've been tracking for months.
Your work could be the key to stopping him.
Our task force has been briefed on Qasim's translations.
Where is he?
His office. He's reviewing his work
to see if anything else connects
now that he knows about Chen.
NSA and MI6 are doing the same.
Here are the translations.
I had hard copies made, just in case anyone hates
scrolling on the computer.
These are all phone calls?
Between the same two callers, both unidentified.
Do we know why two Afghans are talking about Chen?
They're not Afghan.
Qasim said the callers have accents.
Foreigners speaking in Pashto.
BISHOP: And not just standard Pashto.
It's a rare dialect. I couldn't even understand it if I tried.
We believe they're using this language as a cloak.
Like the Navajo Code Talkers did in World War II.
REEVES: Right, but these guys are taking security
to a whole nother level.
Mundane topics that have another meaning related to Chen.
Code within a code.
NSA has a new recording from last night.
Same two callers.
Get it to Qasim.
Torres. Hey, you got anything?
Yeah, I know.
You know what?
I'm the only one who's had contact
with Chen's organization,
so you want me to spend all night
reading through this stack of drivel to see if anything flags.
Do you like steak?
Do you marinate?
Purist. I can respect that.
McGee?
No activity in the auto parts place, boss, but, uh,
Torres says they're holding up pretty great, so...
TORRES: You know, when man invented fire,
it must've been off the chain.
Like, this guy comes in,
he's rubbing two sticks and, boom,
changes the course of history completely.
“We got fire!”
I feel like men and sticks are meant for so much more,
and we don't even know it.
Man, I just thought of that.
I dig bathrooms.
Is that fan closed?
TORRES: No, it's broken,
which makes this place
kind of like a... like a sweat lodge.
It increases brain activity even more.
All right, great. I got to get some food.
Mm, could you get me five more packages?
Oh, that's unbelievable. It smells like
sweaty sugar in here. You want more donuts?
If I don't get a burger,
I'm gonna die.
Hey, the moment you leave this building,
Jintao's gonna show.
Fine. What's this dude's name? Larry?
I'll get him to make me one of his
chicken potpies.
TORRES: Wait.
There's a truck pulling up.
(knock on door)
Hey, guys, it's Larry.
- I need to use the facilities. - Not now.
LARRY: Uh, the other bathroom's occupied,
and this is an emergency.
No, false alarm.
All right. I'm out. (grunts)
I'm sorry, guys, but those experimental potpies
are going right through me.
I'm getting donuts.
Hey, you drop those pants,
I'm gonna shoot you.
(chuckles) It's okay. I can wait.
(chuckles)
I'm not finding anything.
Then what good are you?
Thanks for the non-marinated steak.
(chuckles)
So, are we gonna get this over with?
What's that?
The talk you brought me here to have.
I don't like talking.
But you like listening.
I don't feel guilty about tipping off Miller,
if that's what you're thinking,
because I didn't do it.
I went over every single word I said.
I didn't screw this up, Gibbs.
Okay.
“Okay”?
That's rich.
What else is there for you to fix?
My parents died when I was three.
I got passed around foster care, drugs...
Yeah, I read all that in the file, Reeves.
I don't need you to worry about me.
I don't...
but Bishop does.
Scotland.
I went there alone to figure some things out...
life things.
She was there the same time, so we met up.
She spoke about her family.
Three brothers.
Yeah.
She also said you guys were a family.
Look on her face when she said it...
I came back...
and I signed up for Willoughby.
Because you guys shouldn't have to do that type of mission.
The kind of people...
who have people.
You think you're alone in the dark.
Close your eyes.
Remember everything good.
My mom said that to me just before she died.
Smart lady.
Listen. What?
Six, nine, seven, nine, three.
They're talking about unlucky numbers.
“69793 is not to be trusted.”
Gibbs...
that's the end of the number
of my pilot certificate.
They're talking about me.
When was that call made?
Weeks ago.
If they knew they couldn't trust me back then...
how long has Chen known about Willoughby?
(techo beat plays)
Geez, what'd that bubble wrap ever do to you?
ABBY: Nothing.
Actually, we have a perfectly fine relationship.
In the past, I've used it as a warning signal
for when Gibbs is coming, but now it's helping me
physicalize my aggression in a nonviolent way.
Why are you so angry?
Because I don't like being fooled, McGee,
and we all got duped by a super evil duper.
Okay, Abby, why don't you
come over here with me and talk about it.
I was looking at the phone calls
that Qasim translated.
Right, two unidentified callers,
two untraceable burn phones. Yeah.
And I remembered what Qasim said
about the callers having accents, and then it hit me.
I noticed a pattern in the timing of the calls.
Each one of these calls was made less than an hour
after a Willoughby task force meeting.
Wait, are you talking about our task force?
The one that's supposed to bring down Chen?
Yeah.
You saying we have a mole?
That's exactly what I'm saying,
and Qasim was right.
The callers were speaking Pashto
with a foreign accent.
You were able to use voice recognition.
Yeah, on one of them...
and I caught us
a super evil duper.
(knock on door)
What is so urgent?
Where are the others?
Officer Moreau.
There is no meeting.
I don't understand.
We got a mole.
You mean, someone other than Reeves tipped off the pilot?
Miller was never tipped off.
And the fake transmission between Chen and him
came to us from the VSSE.
From you.
Chen knew about Operation Willoughby months ago.
A-Are you suggesting that I told him?
Not suggesting. Proving.
MOREAU: Yes, I'm here.
Do we have the rest of the task force?
We record everything in MTAC.
We got one hell of a forensic scientist.
And she compared your voice to Caller X
in the Pashto conversations.
MOREAU: Yes, I'm here. Do we have the rest of the task force?
(speaking in Pashto)
I'd like to make a call.
(chuckles softly) I bet you would.
Qasim?
Ellie.
(chuckles) What are you doing here?
Well, you weren't in your office,
and your ringer was off,
so I had Abby ping your phone.
I got pinged?
Mm-hmm. (laughs)
That is so awesome.
Recordings from last night.
We need to get back so you can translate them.
Of course.
Hey.
You know you're doing great, right?
Really?
Yeah. Your tip about the accents
helped us make a lot of headway.
That's good to know.
I've been sitting here for over an hour,
thinking about codes within codes, and still,
I have nothing.
But... you tried the library.
I love the library.
Well, I just had about ten plants
delivered to your office. (both laugh)
My own little thinking forest.
Yep.
Thank you.
(automatic gunfire)
(tires squeal outside)
Somebody call 911!
(panting): Qasim.
Hey. I'm here.
Three gunshot wounds to the chest. B.P. 70/40 and dropping.
DOCTOR: What's his name?
Uh, Qasim.
Qasim, can you hear me?
Squeeze my hand if you can hear me, Qasim.
Unresponsive. Prep O.R. Four.
Doctor, I... You need to wait here.
(exhales)
What? All right. All right. You keep me posted.
Hey. Qasim's in surgery.
Is someone there with Bishop? Ducky's on the way.
You find something?
Yeah. A witness at the library saw a black SUV
parked outside at the time of the shooting.
Jintao.
It's enough to question him,
but not enough to arrest him or Chen.
McGee, find us something.
Talk.
I can't.
Well, that about sums up the last ten minutes
in here, doesn't it?
You don't understand.
Chen has me.
No.
I have you.
(sighs)
I started to feed him Intel years ago.
Before he became the monster he is now.
What about Willoughby?
I-I needed the money. My son...
REEVES: I'm not asking you
why you got into bed with a terrorist.
I want to know why Chen let Willoughby play out
to the point of blowing up his own plane.
Willoughby kept the task force tied up for months.
And that was a positive as far as Chen was concerned.
And he knew that his pilot had come to trust you.
He thought Miller might've turned.
REEVES: That explosion
was meant to take us both out. Is that right?
GIBBS: Qasim Naasir.
We briefed you on his translations. You knew...
...that he was helping us.
Chen didn't want last night's conversation translated.
He needed to buy time.
But Chen did not shoot your man.
No. But he ordered the hit.
Jintao pulled the trigger, yes?
If I say anything more, my family is dead.
Who were you speaking to in Pashto?
How much does Chen know?
(sighs)
Did you feed him everything?
I want to speak to my embassy.
What's his next target?
I don't know.
What's his target?
All I know
is from the task force, same as you.
New York's financial district.
You're gonna call your embassy, and you're gonna listen
to them... tell you that you're mine.
And then you're gonna get a message
to Jintao...
and you're gonna tell him you need to have a meeting
in that auto parts place.
Agent Gibbs...
(sighs)
(door closes)
I don't think there was a choice anywhere
in that little speech.
Abbs.
Don't try and stop me, Gibbs.
Qasim is hurt, and we know that
Jintao shot him, and we can't prove it,
and I'm really, really angry.
McGee.
Boss, I'd just let her do her thing.
No. I'm asking about Quinn and Torres.
Ah. Uh, hang on.
(Abby stomping) All right, you're on with Gibbs.
Gibbs, Jintao is here.
TORRES: Yeah, he's just arrived. His SUV
is parked right outside the building.
QUINN: He went inside waiting on Moreau.
TORRES: Hell of a trap, Gibbs.
You just give us the go, and we're in.
You say the word, we'll haul his ass in here.
We'll get back to you.
Did they get anything on Jintao or not?
ABBY: Okay, Gibbs,
I've worked off a lot of anger, and I'm ready to push forward.
Good to have you back, Abbs. Go.
Okay, so, when Jintao went in the building,
Torres and Quinn were able to get
the VIN number off of his SUV,
and that enabled us to run a program
that could remotely track the vehicle's GPS history.
We're waiting for it to download.
ABBY: McGee, I just... want to tell you
how much it means to me how supportive you've been
with my anger, and I feel like it's made us even closer
and put us on the same wavelength, and...
(computer dings)
That's us. That's us.
All right, here we go, Abbs. You can do it. Go!
So supportive.
Time of the shooting was 8:34 p.m., and...
And Jintao's car was at 830 Sawyer Avenue Southeast.
That's the library.
We got him. We got him.
Torres.
TORRES: Yeah? Bring him in.
TORRES: Jintao! Freeze!
NCIS!
Drop it.
TORRES: Come on, Jintao,
talk to us.
What does Chen have planned for New York?
(grunting weakly)
Again and again...
you underestimate him.
No!
(gunshot)
(elevator dings, footsteps approaching)
Duck.
(sighs) Are the others coming?
They're on their way.
I'm afraid the news is not good.
The doctors managed to stop the bleeding,
tapi Qasim adalah ... tanpa oksigen terlalu lama.
Apa maksudmu?
Tidak ada fungsi otak.
Mesin yang tetap hidup sekarang.
Oh, Eleanor meminta untuk Anda.
(Mengetuk pintu)
Yang terakhir rekaman Qasim seharusnya menerjemahkan.
Mengapa Anda memberikan ini padaku?
Aku tidak tahu alasan Anda ...
tapi aku tahu kau bersedia melakukan apa saja untuk mendapatkan Chen.
Aku juga.
(Mendesah)
Ellie ...
kau ingin aku tinggal bersamamu?
Uh ... tidak ada.
Aku hanya tidak tahu bagaimana untuk mengucapkan selamat tinggal kepadanya.
Mungkin kamu bisa...
tutup matamu...
dan ingat segala sesuatu yang baik.
♪ ♪
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(Mengembuskan napas)
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