All language subtitles for 22X18

Would you keep it down
in there?!

Yes.

It's me. Again.

Oh, yes, they are still at it.

I don't care if
I'm the only one complaining.

I've got a big meeting
in the morning,

I need my nine hours.

Would you
shut the hell up already?!

Well, I can hear it.

You know, look, lady,
if you don't take care of this,

I'm gonna...

I'm gonna leave you
a very bad Yelp review.

Thank God. Finally.

That is it.

I am so over this!

If you make
so much as one more sound,

I'm coming over to...

Thank you.

Look, I'm telling you, guys,

Deputy Director Laroche
is dirty.

If he is, he's doing
a great job of hiding it.

Yeah, so great that maybe
it's time to let it go.

Good to see you guys
both have my back.

McGee, we have your back,

it's just this is
becoming an obsession.

Like you're one to talk.

What? When have I been obsessed?

The McRib incident.

Doesn't count.
Limited time offer and...

different rules apply.

Mm. You went online,
got the recipe

and tried making it at home.

Okay, are you
guys serious?

Like, I'm talking about
the deputy director of NCIS

committing multiple crimes,

you guys are
talking about sandwiches?

Delicious and sweet, also tangy.

Listen, McGee,

if you want to take down
Laroche, you need proof.

Hopefully, I have that
on the way.

Got a friend at DOJ

sending over an
unpublished IG report.

Apparently, Laroche's name
is all over it.

Not a good look.

Until that report gets here,

keep it quiet.

Keep what quiet?

Your top secret quest

to take down Laroche?
We can neither

confirm nor deny
any details of the operation.

Word's been making its way
around the building.

I told you guys that the Commons
was the wrong place to meet.

If you're gonna plan a coup,

maybe not do it
from inside the castle.

Coup? There's no coup.
No one's couping.

You're very convincing.

But, sadly, however,
the coffee klatch is over.

Time to gear up. We got a case.

Traveling salesman from Topeka.
Front desk found him.

Yeah, looks like Willy Loman
is collateral damage.

The main event
is in the room next door.

Yeah, heard you got
three more bodies?

And not a single witness.

How does no one hear a gunfight

that kills four people
in two rooms?

I get the feeling this is
a "mind your own business"

kind of place.

You get a shot
of those slippers?

I've been looking for
a pair like that.

What?

It's for my dad.
Don't be so judgy.

According to their IDs,
all three victims are vets.

That's rough. Serve
your country, come home safe,

wind up dead in
some fleabag motel.

I think we know
who's not writing

the next
armed services ad campaign.

No luggage, no toiletries
in the bathroom.

I don't think
they were staying here.

Looks like some kind of meetup.

Maybe a... a drug deal
gone wrong?

No signs of a struggle.

I'd say it looks
more like an ambush.

Yeah.

And a messy one, at that.

Okay. who wants to play

"follow the bloody
footprints" with me?

Don't think we have to do that.

Just got a BOLO.
Guy covered in blood

at a bus stop
about a half mile from here.

Jimmy.
Yeah?

Hold down the fort?
Oh, Nick,

I am the fort.

I don't know what that means.
It made sense in my head.

But yeah, you guys go,

be agents.

"I am the fort"?

Federal agents.

NCIS.
Put your hands up.

Is that your blood?

She's talking to you, buddy.

I need to speak to XT5256.

Yeah, that doesn't
sound familiar.

Go ahead, cuff him.

He's covered in blood.

I just got my jacket cleaned.

All right, stand up.
Turn around.

I need to speak to XT5256.

Yeah, yeah, we heard.
It doesn't ring a bell.

What is that, a badge number?
All right, no weapon

and no apparent injury.

Yeah, now that you mention it,

it does sound like a...
like a badge number.

Whose is it?

Oh.

Sam Hanna.

How do you know Sam?

XT5256.

Did this guy say anything

besides Sam Hanna's
badge number?

Torres was finally able

to get a name-- Mark Davis.

But there's no prints
in the system,

and no DNA.

And probably hundreds
of Mark Davises on file.

Try thousands.

But only one
asking for Agent Hanna.

Actually, Sam Hanna's
no longer an agent at NCIS.

Since when?

After Hanna's ELITE team
was killed in Hawaii,

he requested a leave of absence.

He said he wanted
a change of pace.

Understandable.
After a loss like that,

I could see wanting a break.

Oh, no, no, he's not on a break.

Sam picked a far more
dangerous battleground.

More dangerous than NCIS: ELITE?

Mm-hmm.

As of 21:00 Zulu,

the rebels are within
six miles of the port,

they're encountering
very little resistance

and their supply lines
are well established.

I recommend we move
the USS Wilmington

in from the South China Sea,

put Special Forces on the ground

to stop their advance.

You want to put
our troops in harm's way

to fix somebody else's problem?

Yes, sir. Helping
them helps us.

And, sir, we're talking
about a Marine FAST team

versus a wannabe dictator.

There's minimal risk.

Maybe to the Marines,

but what about me?

Sir?

Well, I have
reelection coming up.

This won't play well
with my base.
You know, my eyes

literally cannot process

what they're
seeing right now.

What, Sam Hanna
defending freedom

with a laser pointer?

Due respect, Senator,

these are our allies.

We're doing this to
protect democracy.

And an intervention now

will prevent
a much larger conflict later.

Now's the time
to put leadership

above politics, sir.

Son,

my people don't give a damn

about some two-bit squabble
halfway around the world.

Oh, boy.

You may want to play hero,
but in the real world,

voters put the "me"
before the "we." Comprende?

Sir.

You have my recommendation.

We'll take it under advisement.

Sam.

Parker.

I, uh, I don't think

I would have had your restraint.

Yeah, I'm surprised you did.

When you've been
under RPG fire,

dealing with some
blowhard bureaucrat

isn't so hard. It's good
to see you, fellas.

What brings
MCRT uptown?

It can't be my one-man show.
Seems you have a secret admirer.

Just one?

Mark Davis. Ring a bell?
A loud one.

Me and Mark go way back.
How is Captain Caveman?

Not great.
He's a suspect

in a multiple homicide,
and the only person

he'll talk to is... you.

You guys got your wires
crossed. Mark is a legend

in Special Forces,
not a murderer.

Well, is there a reason
we can't find

that legend in the system?

He works
covert ops.

They probably
scrubbed his records.

Well, that's convenient.
Especially if you're

planning on going
on a killing spree.

You're missing
something. Look,

I've been pinned down
under sniper fire with this guy.

We may have lost touch
when I left for NCIS,

but I trusted him with my life.

More than once.

And he trusted me.

I bet a lot of people
could say that.

Lady Jessica.

Yo, yo.
Nicholas.

How you doing?

What's up with the suit, man?

You, uh, what, lose
a bet or something?

Even the Man of Steel
has to dress

like Clark Kent
once in a while, huh?

Are those apfelküchle?

Whoa. Look at this.

Finally, a fellow connoisseur.
You know apfelküchle?

Course I know apfelküchle.

Uh, I just thought
they were apple donuts.

You, my friend, have
the palate of a nine-year-old.

Here, go ahead, have one.
Fresh this morning.

No, no, no, no.
Hard pass, hard pass.

I never touch carbs
after 1:00 p.m., thank you.

Okay,

what do we got?

Last night,

three combat vets
were killed

at a motel
out in Deanwood.

We picked up your buddy
a couple of blocks from there.

He had the victims'
blood on his hands.

No murder weapon and no motive.

Won't speak
to anyone but you.

What do you think, Sam?

You want to be this
guy's phone-a-friend?

He's not my friend.

Thought you said he was.

I said Mark Davis was my friend.

That's not Mark Davis.

I'm here. Talk.

Who the hell are you?

I'm the man
you've been asking for.

You're Sam Hanna?

I am.
Which means

both of us know
you're not Mark Davis.

I'm his brother Roger.

You got to help me, please.

Mark is in danger and you're
the only person he trusts.

Yo, how does Sam do it, man?

How does he wear a suit all day

and doesn't get a wrinkle?
Are you starting

to rethink your
"no suit" policy?

Oh, no, it's not a policy.

It's a way of life, baby.

You get any hits
on this Roger Davis guy?

Yeah, yeah.
He's telling the truth,

at least as, uh, far
as his identity is concerned.

Roger Davis

is a pipe fitter
from Vermont.

Mark is his brother.

No, I don't know
the last time I saw him.

We sort of just
started talking less and less

over the years, until...

you know.

So, here you are,

500 miles from home,

worried about a brother
you don't even talk to.

Look, a couple of weeks ago,

he called me, panicked.

Said he was in trouble.
From who?

These vets?

He wouldn't tell me.

Honestly, I just thought
he was being paranoid.

Mark brought some demons
home with him after the war.

That's what made it difficult
to stay close.

But he told me

if anything bad happened,

I should call NCIS
and use your badge number.

But you didn't call NCIS.

You ended up

in the middle
of multiple homicides.

My badge isn't some kind of
"get out of jail free" card.

So, if you're
involved in this,

now's the time to come clean.

I don't know who those men are.

Yet their blood's
all over you.

Tell you something--
not a fun experience,

being interrogated by Sam Hanna.

Oh, that's right.

You were in the hot seat once.
Mm-hmm.

Yeah, this guy's had it easy
so far, though.

I-I went to the motel

because Mark said
he was gonna be there.

The men were already...

I tried to do CPR.

911 would have been nice, too.

Instead, you ran.

Why?

You said Mark brought some
demons home from the war.

Like the kind of demons

that would lead
to something like this?

No.
Mark wasn't even there.

He wasn't there or he left
before you got there?

My brother's not a killer.
Roger, I want to believe you.

I do.

But why run
if you have nothing to hide?

I got scared, and Mark said

you were the only guy
that I could trust.

So, are you the guy
that Mark says you are?

Or are you like everyone else?

Come on, man,

are we gonna go
back and forth here all day

or are you gonna get off your
ass and go find my brother

before he ends up dead, too?

I'm gonna find your brother.

The traffic cam picked up Roger
pulling in up to the hotel.

These three had
already been dead for hours.

Okay, so that rules out
Roger as the killer.

Hey, Jimmy.

How was your week?

Better than my customers.
How about you?

We still on for Saturday night?

Have I missed one yet?
Mm.

Saturday? You knew
he was in town?

Oh, yeah.
Sam, Victoria and I--

we have a standing
weekend karaoke date.

Defending champs, baby.

I didn't know you sing.

Little bit.
Oh, he sings.

I rap. Old school.

Eh. I'm a bit
of a crooner myself.

Oh, you don't say?

Yeah, it's too bad
my geraniums

are the only ones who
get to hear me sing.

Mm.

On to more
pressing news.

Uh, all of our
victims were shot

at close range,
subsonic rounds.

So, a silencer?
Is that Mark's style?

No way.
Mark didn't do this.

The gun work's sloppy.
Mark's style--

double-tap, center-mass,
and he doesn't miss.

Well, his brother said
that Mark had been struggling

lately.
I'm just saying,

could he have snapped?
There were no
shell casings

at the scene.
The shooter policed his brass.

That means this was
a targeted killing,

not some
spur-of-the-moment thing.

But targeted why?
What were these guys

even doing at the motel?

Maybe they were
just looking for

a hot meal and a shower.

There are signs
that all three

were unhoused,
living on the streets.

They had car exhaust
in the lungs.

All three had bedbugs.

I do wash the bodies before
I autopsy them, gentlemen.

Okay, aside from, uh,
these guys being vets,

and clean, they don't seem
to have much in common.

Ooh, look closer, because
I've got a... Ooh.

Kasie Hines.

Sam Hanna!

Kase?

Yes.

What's up?

I'm just recalibrating.
Huh?

Sam doesn't like it
when I'm too optimistic,

but I just had a breakthrough,

and I wanted to do that thing
where I like, pop down here

and I was, like,
"Hey, good news, everybody."

But then I was, like...

Kasie.
Yes?

Be you.
Cool.

Okay, so, good news, everybody.

So, as you all know, our killer
took our victims' phones

or maybe they lost them
or maybe...

We get it.

No cell phones at
the crime scene.

But I was able
to get cell records

for each of them,
and there was one number

that all three
called repeatedly.

It's an employment services
charity in Arlington.

Then you fold that down,

then you fold down the wings,

and you're finished.

You say you have
a daughter, so, uh,

give that a whirl.

Teach you how to make a unicorn

when I come back out, huh?

Pick that up on deployment?
Eh.

Helps pass the time.

Keeps you centered.

Bet you need it,
with all that time on the Hill.

I heard about ELITE.

I'm sorry.

Thanks.
When I

lost my REACT team,

thought about
hanging it up, too.

Oh, no, no, no, no.

I didn't hang it up.
Just a little course correction.

See,

politicians don't
see the kind of

sacrifices people
in this room make.

Somebody has to
be their voice.

- They're lucky it's you.
- I agree.

But lone wolf--

that seems
more like a Callen thing.

Funny enough,

G is actually
not a lone wolf anymore.

Him and Anna are
expecting a new pup.

Oh.

Agents Knight and Hanna?

To be continued.

Hmm.

Yes, they were clients.

And what about him?

Mark?

Yeah. Sweet man.

But distant.

Did they know each other?

You know, I'm sorry.
I really don't know.

But they were all struggling,

so, maybe.

Struggling how?

It's sad,

but some people, when they
come back from war,

have a hard time

finding their place
in the world.

I found him some work,
but the market's tight, so

I couldn't get him
that many hours.

Can you get us a list
of the places Mark worked?

Of course.
I can print it out for you.

Be right back.

Should have reached out.

This isn't on you.

I would have been there.

You didn't know.

Sometimes it's hard
for guys like Mark

to admit when they need help.

Hey, so, uh,

Knight just sent this over.

Ooh.

Ah, just open it.

I've got a
au jus situation here.

Didn't know they made
Lunchables for adults.

You've never seen
a Chicago style

Italian beef
construction kit before?

Apparently, you haven't, either.

Impulse buy.

Internet's gonna
kill me one day.

Okay, so
I'm guessing

this is where
Mark was working,

some kind of building
supply store?

Yeah. Wasn't working
there for long, though.

Knight spoke with the owner.

Apparently, Mark, um...

apparently, Mark
was more interested in

the employee discount
than he was

in actually being an employee.

Yeah?
What was he buying?

It's more like
what wasn't he buying.

Ton of lumber,
rigging equipment.

Um...

Um, air compressor.

I thought he was broke.

Yeah, right?

What was he doing

with all this stuff?
Don't know.

But we do know
where he was doing it.

Truck he rented had, uh, GPS.

Sam has his location.

Well, I guess
the Italian beef

will have to wait.

Oh, wait.
Is that, uh, giardiniera?

I haven't had lunch yet.

Here.

Knock yourself out.

Pine Hollow Adventure Boys Camp.

Okay, according to
the rental's GPS,

this is where Mark

dropped off the
construction material.

Maybe Mark was doing
a little charity work.

This takes me back
to the days

of powdered eggs
and creamed corn.

Didn't have you pegged
as the Boy Scouts type.

Neither did they.
I got kicked out.

Turns out they prefer

when you make wallets,
not steal 'em.

But something tells me

they're not making
wallets here.

No. Barbed wire.

That looks like a watchtower.

The hell happened
to that jeep?

And a, uh, stabbing dummy.
Adventure Boys,

huh? Looks like they're
getting ready for war.

- Back up.
- What?

You're welcome.

Come on, Excalibur.
I promise, I am worthy.

Ooh! Oh!

Oh, didn't anybody
ever teach you

not to sneak up
on people

that are holding
stabby things?

Easy.
Easy there, Queen Arthur.

You seem a little on edge.

Well, my friends were
two steps from boom-splat.

Love you too, Kase.
Mm.

So, whoever turned our friend
here into a porcupine

wasn't training
for American Ninja Warrior.

So what the hell were
they doing out there?

Bunch of people with
illegal weapons in the woods.

Kinda screams
"extremist militia."

Doing extremist things.

Mark's vet buddies
were there, too.

We found these in the bunks.

Bedbugs. Same
kind we pulled

from their bodies.
So they were all

out there together,
playing Rambo?

Oh, they weren't playing.

They were planning something.

This looks like
some kind of targeting map.

But what are they targeting?

Running possible locations now.

Anybody else getting
a, uh, terrorist attack

sort of a vibe here?

Mark wouldn't
join a group like that.

He was a good Marine.

A Marine without a unit.

Maybe he went looking
for a new one.

So, the writing on the map--
I ran it

through a pattern-matching
algorithm.

It's Mark's handwriting.

We need to know
what they're up to.
We may

have a lead.

McGee was able to get
security footage

from Mark's last job.
Take a look.

There's a mean right hook.

Angry ex-girlfriend for 200?
No way.

If she was able to land
a punch like that on Mark,

she had to have
some serious training.

Desiree Mason.

Navy veteran. Left the service
a few years ago.

Fell on hard times.

Sounds familiar.
We tracked her car

to the train station.

She bought a
one-way ticket

under a false name.
She was running.

From what?

Mark lied to me,

so I gave him a piece
of my mind, end of story.

Would really love to hear
the beginning of that story.

Specifically, what
Mark lied about.

None of your business.
Oh, being how

Mark is missing,

that really does
make it our business.

Look, I haven't
seen him since that day

on the loading dock.
I got no clue where he is.

How about these men?

Do they look familiar?

Never seen them before.

They were killed last night.

We believe their deaths

had to do with
the militia training camp

that Mark helped build.

Sucks for them.

What does any of this
have to do with me?

You were there, too.

I have no idea
what you're talking about.

We tested the mud on your tires.

It was a match
for the soil at the camp,

so we're thinking
that you were part of

whatever was going on out there.

And now we're thinking

that you might have been
at the motel as well.

No.
You were still mad at Mark

after that fight.

No, you-you got it wrong.
That's not...

So you gave him and his buddies
a little more

than just a piece of your mind.

No, I didn't...
I didn't kill anyone.

I heard about
what happened

to those guys at the motel

and I was worried
Mark would come after me next.

So I ran.

She saying Mark
killed those men?
No way.

Pull Torres and Knight out.
I want to talk to her.

They can handle this.
They don't know Mark

like I do.
You two haven't talked in years.

People can change.

So, you believe her?

I believe Knight and Torres

have this under control, okay?

So, let's just see
what she has to say.

I was desperate for money,

and Mark told me about

a private military company
that was hiring.

Does this PMC have a name?

Iron Horizon.

And Mark recruited you?

Said I'd be going on a simple

protection detail
in Colombia, but

when I got there,

turns out the people
I was protecting

were Colombian warlords.

I confronted Mark about it.

All his friends did.

We didn't sign up
to protect the bad guys.

And then what happened?

Well, they're dead
and Mark is in the wind,

so do the math.

Why don't you go ahead
and do the math for us?

He was afraid we'd talk,
that's what happened.

And I'm not gonna stick around
so he can take me out too.

This man...

...is a cold-blooded killer.

I guess it's safer if
we don't follow him, huh?

You think?

Faster the fists,

the slower the thoughts.

Boxing always
felt like

meditation to me.
I'm not feeling very Zen

right now, Director.

Well... take these.

The team is
still processing

Ms. Mason's statements.

Iron Horizon's not
on anybody's radar.

She was telling the truth.

I read about it

in a Senate briefing.
We knew all about

the Colombian warlords.

We knew they hired
extra security,

no idea who it was.

If she's telling
the truth, that means...

Mark is not the man I remember.

Maybe he just lost his way.

It happens to the best
of us sometimes.

I understand you wanting
to start fresh in D.C.,

even if that meant
leaving paradise.

I just wanted to find a place
where I could do the most good.

And you have.
Finding evidence

that your friend
is guilty of murder...

doesn't feel good,

especially when your gut
still says he's innocent.

And sometimes your
gut knows things

that your mind hasn't
caught up with yet.

And you knew Mark
better than any of us.

This is a puzzle
that only you can solve.

A puzzle?

Whoa.
I just organized those.

Sorry, I'm looking for the...

The map?
Yeah, but I need the actual map,

not a scan.
Oh, paper.

How quaint.
Give me a sec.

Though I got to say, the
fact that I don't seem

to be able to match the map

to any known geography makes
me think it's a dead end.

That doesn't sound
like the Kasie I know.

Yeah, well,
I'm trying to be realistic.

Well, try to be an optimist.

Oh. I thought you were
allergic to my optimism.

Maybe you're rubbing off
on me, Kasie.

I got a good feeling about this.

- Here.
- Thank you.

See, I don't think
the map matters.

What matters is the paper.
See this crease?

I would call that a wrinkle,
but potato, "potahto."

It's an origami fold.
When Mark and I were in Iraq,

I taught him
how to fold origami.

He only knew how
- to make one shape.
- Okay.

I like where you're
going with this.
You like that?

Yeah. What are we waiting for?
Let's get to folding.

All you had to do was fold
the paper into the right shape,

and the numbers fell in place.
It's simple.

Simple if you knew
Mark had a thing for origami.

Lucky for us, Agent Hanna did.

Iron Horizon, not so lucky.

Those numbers formed
an IP address

which led to a boatload
of evidence

about the crimes
they've been committing.

So, Mark wasn't
working with them.

He was gonna blow the whistle.
They were
taking advantage

of desperate
veterans like Mark.

Offering quick cash
to go on risky missions.

Working with warlords, dictators.

Word got out, Iron Horizon
would be charged for war crimes.

We found
written statements

from the motel victims
in the file.

They were helping Mark
make a case.

Iron Horizon must have caught on

and gunned them down
at the motel.

But where's Mark?

We have to assume
they took him alive

to find out where
he hid the files.

We're the first ones
to access the weblink.

So, they must still be trying
to get it out of him.

And as soon
as Mark gives the files up,

Iron Horizon will kill him.

Not if we get to him first.

The bad guys have had Mark
for a while.

Hopefully he can hold out.

He's a tough son of a bitch.

But every man has
their breaking point.

Update. We're
still trying

to find Iron Horizon's
base of operations.

We got a dozen addresses,
but none of them are real.

It's all aliases, shell
companies and offshore accounts.

Iron Horizon can't be
a total ghost.

There's got to be
property records,

vendor contracts.
Tax documents.

Oh. I was gonna say "weapon
purchases," but sure. Taxes.

A few of their LLCs
have filed their 1120s.

So we could comb through
their recorded transactions.

Forensic accounting.

That's fun.
Are these guys really

taking charitable deductions?

Looks like it.
Nothing charitable
about these guys.

Well, I'll be damned.

Justin,

when I order a steak rare,
I want it still mooing.

Got a minute, Senator?

Mr. Hanna,

I said we'd
take your recommendations

under advisement.

While I admire
your persistence...

Iron Horizon.

Am I supposed
to know what that is?

It's just one
of your biggest donors.

I have a lot of donors.

People feel very passionate
about supporting me.

And how would they feel

if they knew you were
taking donations

from a company that's
committed war crimes?

How do you think that would
affect your reelection chances?

My constituents care
about what's happening at home,

not... wherever this is.

This is ten miles from here.

These men were U.S.
military veterans.

Iron Horizon
had them killed.

Is that close enough
to home for you?

What do you want?

Seems like I know how the
real world works after all.

Sam had the senator

pull some strings and get a list
of Iron Horizon assets.

Turns out they have a transport
ship in the port of Baltimore.

Well, whoever said the wheels
of government move slowly

never met Special Agent Hanna.

Dock footage confirmed

that Mark was brought
on board two days ago.

Well, who are we up against?

Mercenaries hired
by Iron Horizon.

A bunch of wanted
Russian criminals.

They find out we're trying to
rescue Mark, they'll kill him.

Can we have a comms check?

Everyone on board?

How's the belly of the beast?

It's surprisingly
empty, for now.

We should split up.

Cover more ground.

Okay, upper deck
is communications.

Lower deck is the engine
and pump rooms.

Ooh, a bunch of leaky
pipes? Uh, no, thanks.

Shoot for it?

Should have picked scissors.

You two start climbing.

Knight and I will head down.

He always plays paper.
I let him win.

Hey, I heard that.

What's your status?

Headed to the engine room.

What'd he say?

Callen speaks Russian, not me.

My ex taught me a few words.
They either said

they got bunions
in their potatoes

or they're holding
hostages in the pump room.

Let's hope it's the latter.

They got to be
talking about Mark.

All right, we'll head down.
We'll meet them...

Was that Mark?

Too short.

Mark.

He's still alive.
I got you,

Captain Caveman.

They're coming back.
We making noise?

Stealth mode it is.

Now, where were
we, Mr. Davis?

NCIS, baby.

Did I just hear "NCIS"?

Good news:
Knight and Sam found Mark.

Bad news: everyone knows.

So much for the element
of surprise.

Reinforcements are headed
for the pump room.

Can you cut them off?

We're on it.

What's going on?
Is that gunfire?

Work in progress.

Whoa, whoa, Nick, Nick, Nick,
hold your fire-- the pipes.

Pipe? What pipe?

Now what?

It's like a Russian clown car.
They just keep coming out.

All right, dibs on the big one.

Two against six?

Yippee-ki-yay.

Catch!

Come here.

Got you, McGee.

Oh, God.

A little help here?

You good?

Mark.

Okay, Captain Caveman,
I got you.

I got you, buddy.
I got you.

Oh, man, when you threw the
fire extinguisher at that guy?

That was unreal.
Hey, you literally had

one of them by their eyeballs.

Dude, that kick flip?

You were practically
upside down.

Yeah, dude, I didn't know
I could get my leg that high.

If the two of you are done

patting each other
on the back...

This doesn't look
like a fair fight.

Yeah, they tried.

It was cute.

Sam.

You came for me.

Always will, brother.

Always will.

I think we
got 'em all.

Not all of 'em.

They're expecting you
at 7:00 a.m. sharp tomorrow.

Okay. Bye.

Another happy client?

I just locked down
a three-week gig for them.

It's a great day.

So, I take it you have
some more questions.

Actually, we came here
to tell you the good news.

We found Mark.

That's wonderful.
Is he okay?

He will be.

Despite your attempt
to have him killed.

What?
We know you were running
a little business on the side.

You got Mark
that Iron Horizon gig.

Well, that's my job.

These veterans needed help.
I found them a way out.

But you knew what Iron Horizon
was really up to.

And when Mark found out, he
brought the evidence to you.

You sold him out.

But you're right
about one thing.

Today really is a great day.

Stand up.
Hands behind your back, please.

I don't want to pile on,

but you've looked
better, old friend.

Without you,
I'd be looking a lot worse.

I would have
called you sooner.

I was ashamed.

Thanks for not giving up on me.

The war may be over,

but I still have your six.

I'm always here if
you need anything.

And one more thing.

You got to learn
some new origami shapes.

What do you say

I teach you some over
dinner next week?

- I'd like that.
- Yeah.

It's good to see you, man.

Love you, man.

Love you too, man.

Mark.

Thank you, man.

Take care of him.

Lady Jessica.

When you gonna teach me those
tricks you did with the baton?

Name a time and place.

But it's bring-your-own baton.

Hey, that's a fit, though.

Yeah, Superman can't stay away

from the cape for too long.
Yeah, you know?

Guess he can't.
Uh, what is this here?

Is this a token
of your appreciation?

Malassadas.
Get out of here, man.

Yeah, I know how much
you guys like sweets,

so I asked Tennant
for the recipe and...

They're better than anything
you'd get on the shelf.

It's gluten,
dairy, sugar-free.

Made with beets.

I'm kidding,

Come on, man.
I'm kidding. 90% sugar.

Don't do that.
Don't worry.

I was about to say.

Don't toy with me like that.

You know, I find it hard

to believe
that Jane Tennant is baking.

Well,

she's got a kid in college
and a 15-year-old daughter,

so let's just say this
keeps her out of trouble, hmm?

Ah.

Director.

I'm glad you could take time
away from the Hill

to help us out, Hanna.

That was one hell of a rescue.

I got to admit,

this is not exactly
how I imagined my week going.

What, taking down a rogue
private military company?

Quitting my job.

Are you hanging up the suit?

Seeing your team,

working shoulder to shoulder
with them--

reminded me how much I miss it.

Well, you always were

a team player,
like any good SEAL.

And there's always
a place for you

back at NCIS.

I know.

I have some things
I need to take care of first.

Wouldn't have anything to do
with Hetty, would it?

I've heard rumors

she's been spotted
on the wrong side

of the DMZ.

Probably better
the less you know.

Copy that.

Thank you, sir.
Take care of yourself.

Thank you.

Ah, McGee.
Definitely see you around.

Sam.
Come here.

Thank you for
all your help, boss.
You're welcome.

Agent McGee.

Please shut the door.

Sorry, is there
something wrong, Director?

My friend at the DOJ

sent me this.

Apparently,

one of my agents requested it.

Uh, Director, I-I don't...

Uh... Okay,

this-this isn't...
What it looks like?

Because it looks like

you're investigating
Deputy Director Laroche.

Okay, Director, it is...
it is what it looks like, but...

You're playing with fire,
Agent McGee.

And if you're not
absolutely certain

that Laroche
is guilty of something,

we could all get burned.

I have a call to catch at MTAC.

And when I return,

this file is getting
sent back to the DOJ.

Absolutely certain,

Agent McGee.

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