All language subtitles for Ncis S22E20 Nexus

I don't trust you. You
were the only one that knew

that Torres was undercover with
the Nexus cartel last year.

You think I burned him?

Carla Marino,

matriarch of the biggest

organized crime
family in the Midwest.

And no one's ever been
able to take her down.

I spent years on an FBI
task force trying to.

Mm... Alden.

I've missed this.

Both of you, drop your
weapons right now.

Two against one.

Let me guess,

banking info.

It's time you know the truth.

Inspector Laroche.

Mr. Secretary.

Thanks for meeting
me. Sorry I'm late.

Shall we?

So...

what can the DOJ do for
the Department of Defense?

I imagine you've heard of Nexus?

Of course.

We've been trying to
take them down for years.

Well, you just might
get your chance.

An opportunity's come up.

Recently, we learned that
the cartel has had a mole

inside the DoD.

When the guy got too greedy,

Nexus cut ties with him.

Cut ties?

We fished his body out
of the Potomac last week.

We have an opportunity to
put our own man inside.

Make Nexus think they're dealing
with a corrupt politician,

when all the while
he'd be spying for us.

A double agent.

Mm-hmm.

I'm not an agent.

I've asked around.

You're exactly what
I'm looking for.

I'd install you in a
top government position

with the full power of the
office at your disposal.

Little good that'll do me at
the bottom of the Potomac.

It would never come to that.

No one but myself would
know what you're doing.

If I were to do it,

how would I even establish
a relationship with Nexus?

You'd have to earn it.

One of our agencies currently
has an undercover agent

working inside the cartel.

You'd blow his cover
to gain their trust.

Think of it as chess.

To get their queen,

we serve up one of our pawns.

You realize what you're
asking me to do, sir?

I'm asking you to betray NCIS
for the good of the cause.

Now, are you in or out?

Jimmy, we got a situation here.

Guys, I'm fine.

McGee, slow down.
Just let us help you.

You lost a lot of blood, man...

No, I'm fine. I told
you, I'm fine, okay?

The bullet just, you
know, just grazed me.

Jimmy, would you please...?
Oh, my God. What happened?

He went after Laroche,
and he caught a bullet.

Laroche shot him?

No, the thief did, right before
Laroche shot and killed him.

I can't believe what he told us.

He was a double agent working
for SecDef this entire time.

Who's a double
agent? The thief?

No. Laroche.

He was trying to make

one last play against Nexus.

After Laroche's cover

was blown, he hired the thieves

to steal something.

Steal from who?
F-From you, McGee?

From Nexus. Keep up, Jimmy.

The thieves changed the deal,

and Laroche had to shoot and
kill 'em in self-defense.

Okay, shoot who?
McGee? Laroche?

I'm so lost right now.

I will explain everything later.

So, McGee,

your white whale
turned out to be

one of the good guys. How
do you feel about that?

Little weird. Still
processing it.

Well, the two of
you made your peace,

but Parker and Vance have not.

Did you see their
faces when they left?

Where are they now?

They're at SecDef with Laroche.

Hopefully giving them hell.

Eight months.

That's how long we've been
working on this thing,

and then you come in

and trample over everything.

You jeopardized the whole op.

Which we wouldn't have done

if you had just kept us in
the loop in the first place.

I tried to warn Agent
McGee to back off.

Is that before or
after you got him shot?

Two of my men were almost
killed because of your op.

You should have told us.

And last I checked, Leon,

I'm not obligated to
tell you anything.

Regardless, sir,

we're here now.

Maybe you can tell us

what exactly Laroche

stole from Nexus.

It's a copy of one
of their hard drives.

What's on it might finally
help us bring down the cartel.

And not a minute too soon.

Chatter suggests Nexus is
planning something big.

We need to stop it.

With Laroche's cover burned,

I'm ordering NCIS to
take over the operation.

So now you want our help?

We'll need full
access to everything

that Laroche has
compiled on Nexus.

It won't be enough, though.

You'll still need
help from the inside.

What, you're not
seriously considering

putting another double
agent into the cartel?

Luckily, there's already
somebody on the inside

who we might be
able to work with.

That should be her now.

Director Vance, Agent Parker.

Carla Marino.

I believe the two of
you know each other?

Hello, Alden.

You got to be kidding me.

This is who you want
to hitch your wagon to?

Agent Parker...

The Mob Queen of Kansas City?

Are you deliberately trying
to come up with bad ideas?

I told you he'd react this way.

Ms. Marino has done extensive
business with Nexus.

She knows how they
think, how they operate.

She's an asset, Agent Parker.

Uh, no, she's a killer.

Responsible for the deaths

of dozens of people,
many of them my friends.

I'm telling you,

you can't trust her.
She's a psychopath.

Oh, well, now you're just
trying to hurt my feelings.

I have to agree
with Agent Parker.

Just hear her out.

Give her five minutes to
state her case. That's all.

Oh, yeah, no, fine.

The room's all
yours, Ms. Marino.

Oh, this should be good.

It's very simple.

You want to take down Nexus,

and I can help.

I can serve up the whole cartel

to you on a silver platter.

And why would you
want to do that?

Because I want out.

The business has changed.

Used to be, my family ran things

alongside the other four
major crime families,

and, sure, there were tensions,

but there was
enough to go around.

Nexus has changed the game.

They're too big.

And for this

generous offer to help us,

you want what in return?

Well, full immunity

and all open investigations

against me closed,

so I can retire in peace.

That's a tall order.

The way I see it, you don't
have much of a choice.

What do you think?

I think her five minutes are up.

Let's at least
consider her offer.

Can't you see she's
trying to con you?

She can't help us.
She's got nothing.

Consider this a freebie, then.

I know what Nexus is after.

Nuclear fuel rods.

They're being transported
on some train.

You mean the Atlas train?

That's old news, Carla.

We stopped those
attempts weeks ago.

And Nexus will try for it again.

See? She's just
grasping at straws.

You guys can waste time

with her all you
want. I'm done.

He walked out on SecDef?
That's what I heard.

Parker must really hate the
idea of, uh, working with Carla.

I wonder if there's
something else

going on between
the two of them.

What do you mean? Well,
remember, a while back,

Parker was interrogating
her, and there was, like,

this weird sexual tension
between the two of 'em?

Like they were either
gonna kill each other or...

Oh, um, mm...

- Okay, guys.
- Update.

You were talking about
Carla, weren't you?

Well, we were debating the
idea of working with her.

Well, stop. Never
gonna happen.

We have the intel from Laroche,
we're expert investigators,

and we can take down Nexus
all by ourselves, okay?

Good? All right, then update.

What do we know
about the cartel?

Well, after we removed
their former leader

El Padre, Nexus now has

a new man in charge.

We don't know much about him,

but we know that his nickname

is El Carnicero, which
means The Butcher.

One of Laroche's
contacts was able to get

a photo and audio of him.

What's he saying?

He's just threatening
some employee, saying, uh,

"Do as I say, or I'm
gonna cut your family

in little pieces
and make you watch."

Okay, so now we know
what we're dealing with.

Where is he? We don't know
where the photo was taken.

Laroche's contact was killed
before he was able to tell him.

So we don't know The Butcher's
real name or his location?

What about the, uh, the SD
card that Laroche stole?

Please tell me we've got
something useful off of that.

Card was pretty corrupted,
but the tech trolls

were able to salvage an
account number and password.

Ah, now you're talking.
His bank account?

Not exactly.

It's called Wordix. It's
an online word game.

You've got six chances to
guess the correct word.

It's actually a lot of fun.

This is what Nexus
had on the drive?

Doesn't make sense.

There's got to be an
explanation for this.

There is somebody we could ask.

No.

For the last time, we're
not working with Carla.

And I don't want to
hear that name out of

any of your mouths
ever again. Understood?

Oh, yeah.

There's definitely something
going on between those two.

Thanks.

Agent McGee.

How's the arm?

It's healing.

Well, I-I'm glad I caught you.

I was just, uh, clearing out
my office and figured I'd

drop off the last of my
files before I head out.

You're leaving? Yeah.
I, uh, played my role.

Mathison thinks it's best
if I step down and lay low.

Well, I-I wish you luck.

But, you know, you-you didn't
have to come down here.

I mean, we could've
sent up for these files.

Honestly... I was
hoping to see you.

I know we had our
issues in the past,

but I hope there are
no hard feelings.

We were both just
doing our jobs.

Yeah, except mine didn't
involve lying to you.

Yeah. And, uh...

I'm sorry about that.

Truth is... I respect you, Tim.

You're a good man.

Anyone had to come after
me, I'm glad it was you.

Well, thanks. Thanks, Gabriel.

Good luck with Nexus.

I risked a lot to
get us this far.

Make it count.

We will.

How about this one?

Yeah, it's a
possibility. Hey, guys.

Oh, hey, Nick.
How goes it? Hey.

Uh, what's going on over here?

You guys are planning
to get buried together?

Oh, no. Uh, Parker asked me

to find his mom's burial
site, so Kasie's helping me.

Yes, because I have
so much free time.

Parker doesn't know
where his mom is buried?

Well, he did, originally.

She was buried at a cemetery
just outside of Chicago,

but in the '80s, the nearby
freeway had to expand,

so they had to relocate
several of the bodies

to other cemeteries.

Yeah, ain't that a
kick in the head?

Your final resting place gets
upended by a car pool lane.

You guys made any progress?

No, no, it's been
surprisingly difficult.

The original cemetery's
records are a mess,

so we've just been chasing
one long paper trail.

All right, well, good luck
with that. What about our case?

You find out anything
about The Butcher yet?

I'm still working on the photo
and the audio you gave me,

but I have made some headway
on what was on the SD card.

Oh, Wordix. Oh,
I love this game.

Victoria and I play
it all the time.

Try "gourd."

So, as it turns out,

Nexus was using the
game's online chat feature

to secretly communicate
with people.

Do we know which people?

No. The chats are all anonymous.

No, "stork, stork." Try "stork."

Hey, Jimmy, adults are working.

But I did find a coded message

that Nexus sent yesterday

to an unknown recipient.

Uh, could be a...

latitude or longitude?

Yeah. Nexus could have totally
been sending an address.

It's an old medical
clinic in Virginia.

Thank you, Kase.

Stork!

I'm good at words.

I'll go left. You go right.

Roger.

Nick, got a body.

Jess!

Jess, don't move!

He's been injected with
a radioactive substance.

What? Yeah, I found an empty
container in the other room.

Carla was right.

Nexus was making another
play for nuclear material.

Yeah. And they already got it.

Just talked to the hospital.

Knight and Torres saw limited
exposure to the uranium,

so they're gonna be just fine.

It's more than we can say
for this poor son of a bitch.

Agent Parker? Yeah, Jimmy, go.

There's signs of a struggle
in here. Both of his thumbs

are broken. It's like someone

held him down while someone else

forcibly injected
him with uranium.

Nasty way to go. Turned
his insides to sludge.

All right, thanks.
Keep me updated.

Any idea who he is?

Yeah, Peter Mobley.

He worked security
for a company called

Fortis Waste Solutions.

Turns out, the Navy
recently contracted them

to store nuclear
material... Let me guess,

the Atlas train?

After we stopped the
attempt on the train,

Nexus must have learned where
the uranium was moved to.

Hired Mobley to steal it.

Yeah, but they
double-crossed him instead.

Whoever this Butcher is,

he makes El Padre
look like a saint.

No witnesses, no prints
at the crime scene.

Maybe this is where
we consider... Hey.

...you know, working with
"she who must not be named."

McGee.

She gave us solid intel.
She could be very helpful.

Look, we don't have any other
leads. What choice do we have?

Full immunity,

pending your cooperation

to help us stop
the Nexus cartel.

Well, it took you long enough.

If only we'd done this sooner,

you'd still have
your precious uranium

and that poor man
would still be alive.

As if you give a rat's ass.

Oh, don't look so glum,
Alden. This is gonna be fun.

You and me, just like old times.

"Fun" is not the word I'd use.

Besides, if anyone
should be upset,

it's me with these
accommodations.

You really could have put
me up in a nicer place.

What's wrong?

Is the suite not
big enough for you?

The room service is horrible.

Ms. Marino, what can you tell
us about the leader of Nexus?

El Carnicero?

I've never met him, but I've
spoken to him a few times.

A real piece of work.

What is he planning to do with
the uranium that they stole?

Well, he wants to
sell it, obviously.

Doesn't take a rocket
scientist to figure that out.

Nexus got bored peddling just

drugs and firearms, so they
moved up to the big leagues.

Any idea who they're selling to?

Not at the moment, but
I can make some calls.

After I finish my
breakfast, of course.

Just do it.

I could get to work a lot sooner

if I had someone to
share my breakfast with.

Do you care to join me, Alden?

The strawberries are delicious.

No, too much warble.

Hmm.

Closer.

Uh, Kasie, what are you
doing right now? Shh.

What's that sound like?

Uh, the sound of you
possibly losing your mind?

I just might be,
McGee. I just might be.

Hope this is case-related,

or is Jimmy gonna have to
come take a look at you?

I've been working on that
recording of The Butcher

that you gave me,
trying to figure out

where it was taken from.

I isolated a bird call in
the background. Check it out.

You hear that?

Yeah. No, no, no. It's
faint, but I hear that.

Yeah, if I can match it
to a particular species,

I might be able to figure out

the general location
the audio was taken.

Nice. You made any
progress or...?

No, except for giving
myself a raging migraine.

How about that photo
of The Butcher?

Maybe able to run facial
recognition, get an ID?

I'm trying, but it's just
taking longer than I thought,

so for now it's just
me and the birds.

Ah, there he is.

Was wondering when you'd show.

You forgot, didn't you?

No, no...

We made plans to watch
the Cubs weeks ago.

I'm even frying up
some steaks for us.

I'm sorry. I just
got a lot on my mind.

That's been happening
a lot lately,

ever since we, uh,
talked about your mom.

No. No, it's just work stuff.

And, uh, what about
that, uh, Lily girl?

The one in the photo.

You find anything new on her?

I'm still looking into it.

Why?

What's on your mind, Dad?

What's on my mind is, uh...

our steaks not burning. Uh,
let me go check on them.

Good evening, Alden.

What are you doing here?

You wanted to see a
list of potential buyers

for the uranium, didn't you?

You didn't need to
come to my home.

And deny me the chance
to see how you live?

Huh. Never saw you
as a plant guy.

Now that you've seen it, leave.

Who's this lovely lady?

Carla Marino.

Hi. Roman Parker. Alden's dad.

Really?

Well, I can see where he
gets his good looks from.

And his fabulous hair.

Oh, I like her, Aldie.

Would you like to
stay for dinner?

Uh, she can't. She's
got other plans.

Which, fortunately,
just fell through.

I'd be delighted.

So, then little Aldie comes in.

He's covered in mud.

No. And he says, "Daddy,

"it wasn't my fault.

The dog made medo it."

That is too funny. Little Aldie.

He was a firecracker, this one.

But look at him now.

You must be so proud of him.

I sure am. Don't say it enough.

What about you, Carla?

You have any kids?

Uh, one. Jason. He died.

Oh, I'm sorry.

No, i-it was a long time ago.

A motorcycle accident.

You must have loved
him very much.

Well, he was a wonderful boy.

So funny and warm.

People just loved
being around him.

You met him once,
didn't you, Alden?

No. Really?

I could've sworn you did.

Nothing worse than
losing family.

Alden and I know
it all too well.

Dad, I really don't think
that this is... No, son.

It's good to talk about it.

Alden's mom passed
when he was ten.

I didn't know that.

No matter how much time goes by,

it's still hard to move on.

Wanting answers,
someone to blame.

Sometimes there isn't any.

You just... just
got to live in it.

Well...

To the ones we lost.

They may leave this world

but never our hearts.

Uh, I think it's
time we wrap this up.

We haven't had dessert.

It's a school night, and I
got a big day tomorrow, so...

I'll grab your things.

Well, it was a pleasure
meeting you, Roman.

You, too, Carla.

Don't be a stranger.

I really had a
great night, Alden.

We should do this more often.

Don't ever come here again.

Good night, Alden.

No, for sure.

Okay, yeah. Yeah?

Okay, look. Can we just stop

with all the gossipalready?

Yes, Carla showed up to my
place last night uninvited.

Why? I don't know.

This is what she does. She
likes to mess with people,

play games, but
it's-it's not gonna work.

'Cause I refuse to let that
woman get inside my head.

So now you know
everything, okay?

So we can just stop all
the talking behind my back.

Actually, we were just working.

Yeah, just comparing notes

on the list of buyers
for the uranium.

See?

Sure. Um...

How's it going?
Make any progress?

We are culling down the
list, but it's taking time.

Some of the names Carla
gave us are criminals

with outstanding warrants
or unknown whereabouts,

which makes, uh, finding them to
be a little bit of a challenge.

Oh, great. I hope it's
not a wild goose chase.

Well, I might have something.

I talked to a buddy of
mine in Homeland Security.

They have been after the
leader of this extremist group

The Messiahs of Purity.

I've heard of them.

Bunch of white
supremacists. Up-and-comers.

Yeah. Word on the street is,

they're trying to
make their mark.

You think they might
be in the market

for Nexus's uranium?

Detonating a dirty bomb
would get them headlines.

Where's this leader now?

Homeland has a BOLO out,

so when he shows up,
we should bring him in.

Yeah, okay.

Parker.

When?

All right, thanks.

The Butcher just reached out
to Carla. He wants to meet.

I will be in Kansas
City tomorrow.

I expect you to be there.

Don't disappoint me.

Were we able to trace the call?

No. He used a burner phone.

This is bad.

Any idea why he wants to meet?

Well, why do you think?

He must've put it together
that I made a deal with you,

and now he's luring me out there

to put a bullet in
my brain or worse.

I am gonna need
protection, Parker.

Now. And we need
to change hotels.

His guys could be watching me.

I have never seen you
this scared before, Carla.

I got to admit, I'm
kind of enjoying it.

Well, you don't understand.

I've been up against
plenty of tough guys,

and I can hold my
own. But this guy?

He's... he's sick in the head.

What am I gonna do?

You're gonna take the meeting.

Did you not hear
what I just said?

First of all, we don't know
for sure that they're onto you.

He could be calling
because he needs your help

selling the uranium.

And second, he would never
make a move against you

in Kansas City.
That's your home turf.

It'd be like suicide.
And what if you're wrong?

You'll have protection.
I'll go with you.

Undercover as your consigliere,

and then we'll have agents
stationed outside the meet.

I feel so much safer.

I hate to say it, Parker,
but I agree with her.

This doesn't feel right.

You could be
walking into a trap.

I think it's worth the risk.

We've got nothing
on The Butcher,

and this is our best shot
at getting close to him.

Well, then you two go
fly and take the meeting

'cause I sure as hell won't.

I did not sign up for this.

This was not part of the deal!

The deal, as I remember it, was
dependent on your cooperation,

and so far you
haven't shown us jack!

If you want your
precious immunity,

then you're gonna
have to earn it.

James!

Hey! Oh. Uta. How are you?

It is so good to see you.

Hey, I bumped into
your father-in-law

at the morticians conference,
and he told me you were well.

Yeah, I can't complain.
Thank you so much

for coming down and
helping out with this.

Oh, well, you need
to find a gravesite,

I'm your gal. You found her?

I went onto the funeral
parlor message boards.

Oh, have a lot of wackos
there, let me tell you.

But I learned that
she had been moved

to a cemetery in Milwaukee.

I spoke with the owner,
and he feels terrible

that your friend
wasn't notified,

but there was no next
of kin paperwork...

It's fine.

My friend is just gonna be so
relieved that you found her.

Yeah. Oh, um,

the owner did find the
original death certificate,

which he sent it to me, in
case your friend wanted it. Oh.

I'm sure he'll appreciate that.

What is it?

Is something wrong?

I'm not sure.

Once you touch down
in Kansas City,

you'll be met by agents

from our local office
along with the FBI.

They'll run down
security protocols

before taking you to the meeting

with The Butcher. Got it.

This is a mistake.

This is NCIS Agent Ramos.

FBI Agent Ford.

They will accompany you
throughout the journey.

You're in good hands, ma'am.

She gonna be okay?

Remains to be seen.

During the meeting, you
won't be wearing a wire,

but the agents will have their
eyes on you at all times.

And if anything should go
sideways, they'll be there.

I'll see you in 24 hours.

News? Oh, it's a friend
from Homeland Security.

They just found a
guy who could be

a possible buyer
for the uranium.

They're bringing him in now.

You want to tell me
what I'm doing here?

Mr. Clark,

have you ever seen
this man before?

Nope.

Have you ever had any dealings
with the Nexus cartel?

What do I look like?
Some kind of drug runner?

I'm an insurance agent.

Who also runs a group

that preaches hate
and promotes violence.

The Messiahs of Purity
isn't about hate.

Oh, it's not?

Then what is it about?

Preservation.

It's about preserving
the traditions and values

of the true Aryan people
who built this great nation.

Well, being how "messiah"

is a Jewish word

from the Hebrew Bible,

you might want to
rethink that name there.

And don't worry, you'll
have plenty of time

to think of a new name
when you're in jail.

Oh, what? You're
gonna arrest me now?

For what? Running my group?

It's called freedom of speech.

You might want to look it up.
It's in the First Amendment.

Yeah, but you know
what's not in it?

Purchasing illegal firearms.

We searched your garage
and found a stash of guns.

The serial numbers match weapons

believed to have
been stolen by Nexus.

So what else are you in
the market for, Randall?

Perhaps something bigger?

Like uranium for a dirty bomb?

A bomb? Wait...
wait-wait-wait, wait a minute.

The guy who stole the uranium

was killed three days ago.

So this is no longer
about an arms deal,

it's a murder investigation.

You can't pin that on me.

Why not? We don't have Nexus.

You're the one next in line.

Accessory after the fact. Oh.

Conspiracy to
murder. Okay, okay.

Fine, yeah, I-I did. I-I
did a deal with Nexus,

but it was just to buy the guns.

I knew about the uranium,

but you guys have
got it all wrong.

Nexus isn't selling it.

They're planning on
using it themselves.

Director, we have a
problem. Add it to the list.

Photo and audio of The Butcher.
Kasie finally figured out

why we've had problems
IDing him. He doesn't exist.

I don't understand.

We took a closer
look at the image.

It's riddled with flaws.

Reflections in the
eyes don't match,

skin is too smooth.

So the photo is a fake?

Yes. Created by AI.

Same thing with the
voice in the audio.

We've been chasing a
guy that doesn't exist.

Someone just wants
us to think he does.

But if there's no Butcher,

then who the hell are Parker
and Carla meeting with?

Relax. We haven't even
left Virginia yet.

We might've picked up a tail.

Gray sedan.

It's been following us
for the past three miles.

Oh, God. It's them.

Okay, pull over to the
side. See what they do.

All right, I think we're good.

Don't.

Hand it over.

Sorry, Alden.

Change of plans.

Any word? Parker's
cell is still off.

Same with the other agents.

The car never made
it to the airport.

Car's GPS, can we
track it? Disabled.

We have a BOLO out, and we
notified local and state police.

Okay, thank you.

That was the FBI.
The real Agent Ford

was found shot dead
in his apartment.

They ran the bullet,
they traced it back

to a trigger man in Kansas City.

Carla Marino.

She's been behind
this the whole time.

Carla is the head of Nexus.

Yeah, she must've
stolen the uranium

and played us from the jump.

Feeding us fake
clues to distract us.

From what, though?
What's her play?

She's got a fake bomb,
but what's the target?

And why take Parker?

We're not gonna get any answers

just waiting around.

We need to find Parker.

We need to find him fast.

Come on, let's move.

Come on.

Get out.

Well played, Carla.

Wish I could say
I was surprised,

but I always knew we
couldn't trust you.

Is this your big plan, though?
Bring me out here and kill me?

It's kind of anticlimactic.

Really, you know, I expected
a little more out of you.

It happened here.

Almost 20 years ago.

He was coming back
from getting food.

Car came around the bend,
struck his motorcycle.

My son died

on this very spot.

He was so far from home.

Over a thousand miles.

I couldn't be here
to hold him...

...as he took his last breaths.

Do you know why

he was so far from home?

No.

Wrong answer!

I'm gonna ask you again.

Why was he all the way out
here instead of with me?

Because he ran away.

He learned you were a criminal,
and he couldn't face it.

That's right.

And who told him
I was a criminal?

Who met with him in secret?

Who?

I did.

You didn't think I
knew that, did you?

You tried to turn
him against me.

But all you did was
send him out here to die

on the street like an animal.

You killed my son.

You destroyed my life.

I made mistakes.

And I regret that.

But I didn't kill your
son, Carla. You did.

The day you chose this life.

Killing me isn't
gonna change anything.

It won't bring him back.

I'm not gonna kill you, Alden.

That'd be too easy.

Kase, you get anything
off those traffic cams?

Not yet, but I
might've figured out

the target for the dirty bomb.

So, I was going through the
texts on Carla's phone...

Whoa, whoa, whoa. We have
her phone? Since when?

Since Parker secretly cloned it
when she came over for dinner.

He never trusted
her from the start.

Well, that's fantastic. Now we
can track it and find Parker.

Yeah, already tried
it. No signal.

Carla must have gotten
wise and shut it down.

So, anyway, I was going through
her texts and found this.

It's a group text to the heads

of the four major
crime families.

Carla requested a
meeting this morning

in her hotel room.

Seems sketchy, right? All
her rivals in one place.

You know what? She's
setting a trap for 'em.

She's gonna use that
bomb to take 'em all out.

She always said that Nexus was
all about consolidating power.

How else do you do that?

Eliminate all your
competition in one fell swoop.

Thanks, Kase.

Spoke with Parker. He's okay.

Where is he?

He called from a gas
station in Maryland.

Said that Carla left him

on the side of the
road and just took off.

What? I know. I know. It
doesn't make much sense.

Well, we'll have to
worry about that later.

Let's call Parker back, tell him

to meet us at Carla's hotel.

And tell him to
get there quickly.

'Cause if I'm right about
what's gonna happen,

we don't have a lot of time.

All right. Thank you.

The heads of the families
are still in Carla's room,

but police are evacuating the
rest of the guests and staff.

Bomb squad's on the way.

Do we know where the bomb is?

No, but Kasie checked the
hotel's surveillance cams.

Delivery truck with
Missouri plates

pulled in about 15 minutes ago.

Okay. You and Torres sweep the
kitchen and the loading dock.

McGee and I will
evacuate Carla's room

and search for the bomb
there. Everybody clear?

Clear.

- She told us to wait?
- Yeah.

Heads up.

Yeah, I see it.

NCIS!

Oh!

NCIS. We need
everyone to evacuate.

What the hell is going on?
This is a private meeting.

There's a bomb in the building.
We need everyone out now.

You expect us to believe that,
Fed, huh? This is a setup.

We're not trying to
bust you, genius.

We're trying to save
your life. Get out.

No. Don't. Don't do it. Hey!

Don't, don't, don't. Whoa,
whoa, whoa. Hey, hey, hey.

Put the firearm down
now. Put it down.

Lower it! Lower
it! Put it down.

Put the gun down now.

You put it down.
Put it down. No.

I can't get a shot. Cover me.

Go!

Clear.

Get out of here,
Fed, with this. Huh?

Come on, give me a break.

Hey, listen to me.

We're not the ones
trying to set you up.

Hey, Parker?

Yeah. Go.

Van is empty.

The bomb has been moved.

Check the room.

What?

Hey, hey, hey, hey. Where's
he going? Where's he going?

Whoa, whoa, whoa.
That's a bomb.

Boss, let's go.

Now they go.

How bad?

Well, it's got less
than a minute left.

Bomb squad won't make it.

Can we deactivate it?

Well, there's a
disarm interface,

but, I mean, the code
could be anything.

All right, Knight, Torres.

We're looking for
an activation code.

Search the truck.
- On it. - Copy.

All right, this
is Carla's bomb...

She's the one who
set the code, so...

What could the code be?

Social security
number? Her birthday?

Do we know, do we
know her birthday?

Try 5-2-7-6-6.

What is that? Just
do it. 5-2-7-6-6.

Ah!

Knight, Torres?

Bomb deactivated.

How did...?

The numbers spell out "Jason."

Carla's son's name.

...where earlier
today, authorities

successfully thwarted
a bomb threat,

preventing a
potential catastrophe.

Sources tell us the effort
was made possible due to

crucial intel

provided by former Deputy
Director Gabriel Laroche.

Unbelievable.

We do all the work, and
he takes all the credit.

Hey, you know what,
let him have this one.

I've been at war with
this guy for too long.

You know, we're, we're
on the same team.

- That's what matters, right?
- Right.

Right.

Hey, how was the
call with SecDef?

Well, he wasn't happy
that Carla escaped,

especially since it was his idea
to bring her in the first place.

Well, she'll turn
up sooner or later.

We have BOLOs out nationwide.

And if we can't find her,

the head of the
crime families will.

The word is, there's a
big price on her head.

Yeah, one thing I
still don't get,

why did Carla kidnap
you just to let you go?

Did she say anything? Anything
that might explain it?

Like I said, she
likes to play games.

No, that's all we
can do for tonight.

Let's, uh, let's pick
this up in the morning.

Yeah, I'm beat.

I'm gonna go home and
sleep for 24 hours.

Mm, I hear that.

What about you,
Jess? You coming?

Uh, I got to return
a few phone calls.

I'll see you guys tomorrow.

Hey, Jess. Have you seen Parker?

Uh, yeah, you just missed
him. Everything okay?

Well, I've been helping Parker
find his mother's burial site.

Yeah, Torres told me.

So, I found his mother's
original death certificate.

Jess...

...something doesn't add up.

Dad, you better not be
sleeping in my favorite chair.

We got another game on...

Hey. Come on.

Son of a bitch.

Oh, God.

No!

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