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[alarm blaring]

Force Protection alert.

Confirmed hostile target
approaching inbound.

Initiate emergency
evacuation procedures.

Move it! Move it!

Let's go! Let's go!

Safety perimeter
has been breached.

[alarm blaring]

60 seconds to impact.

All personnel
to the lifeboat deck.

56, 57, 58...

Come on, Machaca. Come on.

30 seconds to impact.

59 souls accounted for.
Stop the clock.

Three minutes, 40 seconds.

Copy that.

Drill complete.

[alarm stops]

That was pathetic,
Machaca.

I could have crawled
down here faster.

Lighten up, Ops.
It's just a drill.

Are we done?

Chow's getting cold down there.

[loud explosion]

[yelling]

Explosion on the bridge.
Explosion on the bridge.

This is not a drill.
Repeat, this is not a drill.

[yelling and shouting]

McGee, I thought we said

no mischief-night pranks
this year!

Whoa!

Nice.

That kind of precision--

whoever did this has
some serious skills.

I mean,

"Oh, no. Oh, God, it's awful.
How dare they."

So, this wasn't
your handiwork?
No.

You're not the one
that defiled my lab?
What?

No. What did they do?

Someone moved my work table
three inches to the right.

Oh, gee, how dare they.I know.

Whoever did it knows
that I would notice

if there was even a hair
out of place.

We're dealing
with a sadistic evil genius.

[humming]

I think you got half
that equation right.

Oh!

What have we here?

I'm glad to see you took
our little conversation

about safe agenting seriously,

but that's a little overboard,
McRibbed.

You've had your fun, Tony;
unwrap it.

Oh, gosh, I'm flattered,

but unfortunately,
that prophylaxis

is not the work of yours truly.

Then whose work is it?

Who knows? The Great Pumpkin?
Headless Horseman?

Perhaps the Ghost
of Halloween Past?

Mike Franks?

The possibilities are endless.

Not for our dead Marine.

Grab your gear; we're
going to Virginia Beach.

Got a new desk, McGee?

Not exactly, boss.

Sure looks new to me.

Let's go.[Tony chuckles]

McGEE:
I was the first one in
this morning,

so the prank was pulled
sometime last night,

and you were at the office
after I left.

I had dinner plans.

What time?

Uh, I don't recall.

I left at midnight,
DiNozzo.

You were still
at the office.

Area's on lockdown, sir.

Got a dead body in
my jurisdiction, Petty Officer.

I'm following boss's
orders, sir.

So if that's a problem,
you can take it up with her.

What are you doing, boss?

You heard the man.

We wait.

Wait?Wait for what?

The person in charge, DiNozzo.

You're looking at her.

Agent Borin, I should've known.

Well, the coast guard presence
was a pretty big clue.

What do you got, Borin?One explosion

on board an offshore
oil platform

plus the body
of one dead Marine

equals on big mess

for NCIS and CGIS.

What caused the blowout?No idea yet.

We can't get on board
the platform

to process the scene
until the fires are contained

and the platform's deemed
structurally sound.

So all we've got is a body?And the statements

from the crew, all 59 of them.

So, might want to get started.

Yeah, go.

[scoffs]

It's good to see the team
hasn't changed too much, Gibbs.

I was sorry to hear about David.

I'm sure leaving couldn't have
been an easy decision for her,

and we've all been there.

You got a body for me, Borin?

Yeah.

The victim is Marv Hebner.

He was on the bridge at the time
of the explosion.

Divers pulled his body
from the water this morning.

His upper torso

and face took the brunt
of the damage.

Shrapnel damage is superficial.

Wouldn't be the cause of death.

Won't know that
until Ducky examines him.Trust me.

I've seen my share
of blast-impact trauma up close.

But I'm sure Dr. Mallard

will be able to confirm
our suspicions.

TONY:
You were in communication

with Hebner during the drill?

Right up to the explosion.

And last he reported,

all systems were normal.

You know, I've spent years
working on oil rigs.

I never seen anything
like this happen before.

I mean, we have warning signs,
alarms, fail-safes.

Well, if Hebner was the only one
manning the controls,

is it possible he overlooked
one of the warning signs?

Human error?

[grunts] Marv's the most
experienced man on the rig.

This guy wasn't the type

to make mistakes.I'm Paige Hebner.

I need to see...
I'm looking for...

No, there he is.
No, I got to see him. Jonah!

It's Marv's wife.Jonah.

Hey, Paige.

It's not him, right?

It is.

I'm so sorry, Paige.

[sobbing]

Mrs. Hebner,

sorry for your loss.

I don't understand.

I just talked to Marv
last night

on the phone,
and everything was fine.

What happened?

We're trying to figure that out.

Where is he?

Please?

[sobbing]Hey, come on.

Come on.

McGEE:
No one on board
recalls anything

out of the ordinary
before the explosion.

Systems checked out normally.

Average day.

Didn't end that way.

Command Center got a call
from the captain

of a cargo freighter.

He recalled passing a motorboat

with nonfunctioning
running lights

near the platform last night.

McGEE: Think this could be
some kind of terrorist attack?

TONY: Certainly wasn't
a booze cruise.

OFFICER:
Excuse me, Agent Borin?

Thanks.

Homeland Security's put
all U.S. oil installations

on heightened alert.

So this is either
an isolated incident or...

It's the beginning
of more to come.

TONY [chuckling]:
Timmy,

you fell prey to one of the
oldest pranks in the book.

I guess that's why the classics
never go out of style.

Lack of imagination
and individuality?

Sounds like your M.O.

Don't be mad at me.

I didn't do anything.

You know what it is?

You make yourself
too easy of a target,

McBull's-eye.

You need to keep moving.

Now, me,

I like a challenge.

Pulling one over on Gibbs,

that would be a
feat for the ages.

What do you have? A death wish?

[à la Sean Connery]:
I like to live dangerously.

Our dead Marine;
let's go.

Marv Hebner,

45,

major in the Selected
Marine Corps Reserve

with the
combat engineer battalion.

Completed three tours
in Iraq and Afghanistan.

His most recent
deployment ended

eight months ago,
when he returned

working for CityLine Oil.

It's a mid-level oil company

with an impeccable
safety record.

Until now, of course.Updates from Homeland?

Well, they're keeping
the threat level raised,

but there's no chatter,
and no terrorist group

has claimed responsibility
for the explosion.

The oil biz has Benham Parsa
written all over it.

GIBBS: FBI?
McGEE:
They don't think
there's a connection.

Intel shows that Parsa's
still underground.

Navy and coast guard
have air support out

searching for the rogue boat[phone ringing]

reported by the cargo ship.

Yeah, it's Gibbs.

What?

Where?

PORTER:
Agent Gibbs.

Thank you for joining us
in Director Vance's absence.

Let me introduce you

to Perry Davidson,

CEO of CityLine Oil,

and their lead counsel,
Brett Creevy.

DAVIDSON:
We want you to know

that CityLine is
using all means

at our disposal to get to
the bottom of this mess.

If we can assist in any
way, please let us know.

The last thing we want
is another Gulf oil disaster

on our hands.

The White House
couldn't agree more.

It's why they've assigned me
to oversee this investigation.

DAVIDSON:
Marv Hebner

was a member

of the CityLine family.

It's a profound loss.

Mr. Creevy and I toured
that platform

earlier yesterday morning.

I never would've imagined
this could happen.

And we've known our platforms
might be a potential target

for a terrorist attack.

We prepare for it,
but it's still shocking.

I think it's a little premature
to assume

this is an act of terrorism,
gentlemen.

I'm sure NCIS is keeping
all investigative paths open.

DAVIDSON:
Well, if it was an
attack, it wasn't

a very strategic one.

How do you mean that?

It's a matter of output
and manpower.

That platform
produces a fraction

of the oil compared to our
other rigs on the East Coast,

and it's manned by a crew of 60.

The others have over 200.

Fallout from a larger platform

would've been devastating.

Our priority
is to address

the cause of this incident

and figure the best way
to minimize the damage.

A man's dead.

Hard to minimize that.

DUCKY:
For centuries,

All Hallows' Eve

was a time of celebration
and superstition.

It's thought to have originated

with the Celtic festival
of Samhain,

where followers
would light bonfires

in an effort to ward off
roaming ghosts

and lurking evil spirits.

[beep]Ah!

Did you hear something?

Anyway,

Halloween has
since evolved into,

of all things,
a children's holiday.

Eager faces,

some dressed
in questionable déguisement

[door opens]going from door to door
in search of trick or treat.

Which do you have for me,
Dr. Mallard?

Agent Borin, I'd heard our paths
were about to cross again.

Well, word travels fast.

Well, I can't imagine
that I'm the only one

who's glad to have you back
in our little flock,

albeit temporarily.

[beep][grunts]

Uh, Dr. Mallard?

Did you hear that?

Hear what?

A faint beep.

Oh, I'm sorry, my dear.
[chuckles]

[door opens]

Where was I?

You tell me, Duck.

Ah, Jethro.

I was about to confirm

what you two
have already deduced.

Major Hebner's body

did indeed receive a
significant amount of trauma

from the blast,

but none of his internal organs,

his vital ones, were affected.

What was the cause
of death, then?

Well, this man drowned.

I suspect this contusion
rendered him unconscious

before he entered the water.

[phone ringing]

Hey, Borin.

[phone continues ringing]

Excuse me.

Borin.

You got anything else, Duck?

Well, I pulled
a significant amount

of material
from the major's skin.

These gold fragments
are the most curious.

I was about to send
them up to Abby

for analysis.

[beep]Oh, there it is again!

Where is that confounded
beep coming from?

Patrol found our
rogue motorboat

dead in the water five miles
south of the platform.

Traced it back to a cruiser
yacht who reported it scuttled

in rough seas last week.

We got to board that platform.

Yeah, well, you're in luck--
the fires are out

and we can process
our crime scene.

You know, Major...

I believe
there is mischief afoot.

What do youthink?[beep]

♪

Abby?

Fire!

There's a fire!

McGee?
It's okay.

Don't panic.

Do I look panicked?

Actually, no.

It's sage, McGee.

I'm purifying my sanctuary
of the negative karma

left by the Halloween prankster.

Don't you think you're
going a little overboard?

I mean, I don't like it when
Tony touches my stuff, either,

but I just use bleach.Well,

we're not certain that it's him,

so we have to take
all precautions.

Abby, you said you
found something?

I did. This is
the operating mainframe

on board the oil platform.

I reviewed all their system
functions up to the explosion,

and just like the crew said,
everything was normal.

I found nothing.I thought you said
you found something.

Well, the nothing...
is the something.

Abby, are you sure you
didn't ingest any of that sage?

Maybe.

I found hidden malware
installed on their server.

It's a rootkit,

so it gave the hacker access

to everything on board
without being detected.

Which means someone could
have manipulated the systems,

remotely causing the blowout
without triggering any alarms.

How was it downloaded
onto the platform?

E-mail spam.

Who would open a file from
"Enlarge and In Charge"?

We might have another way
to trace our programmer.

Hackers tend to think
of themselves as artists.

Some even find a way
to sign their work.

It's usually embedded somewhere
in their coding sequence.

Let's see if
our Picasso left a mark

that we can use to I.D. him.

Who's in charge now?

[people chanting]TONY: Which one's our techie?

McGEE:
Danielle Benton.

Advanced computer engineering
degree from Carnegie Mellon.

There she is.

TONY: We live
in a strange world, McGee.

I miss the days when
computer nerds looked like you.

McGEE:
Danielle Benton.

NCIS. We need
to speak with you.

[people continue chanting]

The Navy.

Polluters of
our oceans.

Killers of innocent
marine life.

I didn't know they
put that in the brochure.

Does this look familiar?

Looks like the
computer program

I designed for
my thesis project.Mmm.

BS in terrorism?

Terrorism?Yeah,

your little number jumble
was installed

on board CityLine's
oil platform before it exploded.

I don't know anything
about that.Then how did

the program you designed
end up in their system?

I published it online
three years ago.

It's a college paper.

Anyone could have
duplicated it.

But that code couldn't
have caused an explosion.

Why is that?It's designed to be a tool

for anti-corporate
intelligence gathering,

accessing records and internal
communications data.

There's no input
function capability.

It's looky... no touchy.

She's right.

Looky, no touchy.

Didn't they teach you
that at M.I.T.?

Computer
programming's

changed a lot since Y2K.

Time for a refresher.

Sorry, McGeek,
you've been dethroned.

All hail the queen.

[chuckles]
I'm driving.

[low, deep creaking]

Uh, no, no,
it's not through there.

Uh, the bridge is... further
down under the helipad.

You've been on board
here before?

Nah, I just know my
way around a rig.

For my last tour
in the Marines,

I was with a
security detachment

on the al-Kashir
oil platform in Iraq.

All right, here we are.

Hebner was running a
drill from this space.

Well, that explains how
he got in the water.

Al-Kashir--
that was considered

a hazardous duty
assignment, right?

Yeah.

We were a constant target.

Boat raids, suicide bombers--

threats came
in all shapes and sizes.

Any close calls?

Yeah, once...

on a routine patrol.

Got a distress signal
from a local fisherman

with his young son.

We spotted the vessel, pulled up
alongside for inspection.

While we were still boarding,
an IED went off.

Lost three men;
a few more seconds,

I would've been with them.

It was a long
time ago, Gibbs.

I'd rather focus
on finding out what the hell

caused this explosion.

I think we just have.

Yeah, well...

[sighs]
that's the detonator.

Or what's left of it.

Well, there's goes the accident
theory I was hoping for.

You know, of all the spaces
to plant a bomb, why the bridge?

If you want to take down a tree,

you do it at the base,
not the branch.

Maybe it wasn't about the space.

The platform wasn't the target.

Marv Hebner was.

CREEVY: A detonator?
You're suggesting

one of our men planted a bomb
on the platform?

That's insane.

DAVIDSON: Every
CityLine employee

is properly vetted
and goes through

an extensive background
investigation--

before they're hired.

No one had any red flags.GIBBS:
Someone does now.

Was Marv Hebner
having any problems

with a particular
crew member?

I wouldn't say a problem.

I was aware of a falling-out
he had with Jonah McGuire,

his operations officer.

About what?McGuire was cited
for a safety violation

during a recent OSHA inspection.

The company decided
to let McGuire go.

It was a decision
that Hebner signed off on.

Did McGuire know he
was being let go?

Paperwork was
still being finalized,

but he saw
the writing on the wall.

That's not just a red flag;
that's a motive.

Why would someone want
to kill Marv?

We were hoping
you could tell us.

I have no idea.

That's not what we heard.

Sounded like you had
a pretty big ax to grind.

Then you're misinformed.

Marv was my closest friend.

Signing your termination papers
wasn't too friendly.

Friends are supposed
to have your back,

not stab you in it.

McGUIRE:
That's not what it seems.

I wasn't angry over him
for getting fired.

It was my idea.

That makes no sense.

There's a lot of that
going on today.

McGUIRE:
Marv was the one

at fault for that
safety hit, not me.

I took the fall because I knew
what the consequences would be.

So you lied in order to get
fired-- still not making sense.

McGUIRE: You don't understand
what the job meant to Marv.

And an OSHA infraction
would have ruined his career.

I-I...

I couldn't let
that happen

after all the things
he'd done for me.

I didn't kill him.

I was...

was trying to protect him.

[elevator bell dings]

Perfect timing, as always.

BORIN:
You're expecting me?

Agent Abby!

I'm so glad to see you!

I mean, I'm not glad about
the "dead body" situation

and all, but I'm just, I'm
really happy that you're here.

And how about... now?

Oh. That is a lot of affection
for some caffeine.

I should come around more often.

Yes.

I agree with that 110%.

Although that's not
numerically possible,

for emphasis,
it totally works.

Happy I can help.Well, now it's my
turn to help you.

What do you got, Abbs?I'm still

processing the debris
from the platform--

it's gonna take some time--

but I can give you
some information

about the bomb itself.

That's good. No.Not really.

The cell phone detonator is

a disposable,
so there's no trail.

And the explosive device,
the main ingredient

was pure black powder.

Which isn't regulated, making it
nearly impossible to trace.

We do know that the bomb had
minimal damage payload,

so we're not dealing
with some professional

big-time terrorist.

But it didn't need to be.
With all flammable gasses

and materials on board
that platform,

all they needed was
the right ignition point

to set off a
chain reaction.

Which brings me
to my next interesting fact.

Based on the device's

blast radius,
it was placed

in the one spot on the bridge
where a chain reaction

wouldn't take out
the entire rig.

Either they got

really lucky...

or our bomber had
intimate knowledge

of the platform's
structural layout.

I don't believe in luck.

That's good work, Abbs.

[speaking indistinctly]

I got an uneasy feeling, McGee.

Well, I told you
not to order Chinese

from a Mexican
restaurant.

I'm talking about SECNAV.

She's been hanging around
here a lot lately.

Don't speak ill
of José the Mandarin.

His egg rolls are muy bueno.

Look, this is NCIS,
Porter's the SECNAV--

she's just doing her job.

I had this same
bad feeling

back when I was at Ohio
State my sophomore year.

They brought in
a new head coach.

New coach means
new lineup.

You think SECNAV's looking
to switch things up around here?

Don't worry, I got your back.

Every team needs a water boy.

GIBBS:
Where are we?

Hey, boss.

Uh, verified
the background checks

on the CityLine employees--
nothing noteworthy.

Fines for public intoxication,

delinquent car payments

and some serious
1-900 charges to a guy

who's clearly never
heard of the Internet.

I've got something.
The entire food service team

on board the platform was hired

through a third-party vendor.

Which means
they didn't have

to go through CityLine's
background check.

They still wouldn't have
proper clearance

to access the bridge.

Anyone with a
criminal record?

McGEE:
Um...

...Lenny Pachaca, a line cook.

Working under the alias
"Lenny Machaca."

Hmm. Didn't really think outside
of the box on that one, did he?

He did time for possession and
transportation of explosives.

DiNozzo, get Borin,
bring him in.

Will do.

I love
that smell.

Rotting fish carcass
and diesel fuel?

Yeah,
breathe it in.

You're a special lady,
Borin.

I can't wait
to meet

the peg-legged gentleman
who woos you.

Yo-ho-ho,
DiNozzo.

Lenny Machaca?

TONY:
Hey...

Oh, come on...I'll cut him off.

[horn honking]

TONY:
Ooh.

[groans]

College softball.

Southpaw?

I swung both ways.

I think this crazy bitch
broke my ribs.

Trust me, Len...

you want to quit
while you're ahead.

And you're still breathing.

I already told you...

you've got the wrong guy.

It's been my experience

only people with something
to hide run from the cops.

And use aliases.

I see what you're
trying to do,

but you're not
pinning this to me.

I didn't do it.

Well, you also claimed

that you didn't have
any issues with Marv Hebner,

yet your
supervisor says

he made complaints about you.

Said you were a loose cannon.

You unpredictable, Len?

Bet you didn't like him
keeping you in line.

He was a tightly-wound hard-ass.

Rode everyone like
a damn drill sergeant.

This wasn't the Marines.

Guess he finally pushed
the wrong guy too far.

The wrong guy with a criminal
background in explosives?

Because there's only
one guy on board

that meets that criteria,
and that's... that's you.

TONY:
Arrested for possession

of C-4,
chargers,

blasting caps,
and gunpowder.

[chuckling]:
Oh, Lenny...

old habits die hard.

That was a long time ago,
all right?

My friend
and I

got a kick out of
blowing stuff up.

No one got hurt.

We were just having fun.

It was fun?
Yeah.

Just a way to goof off.

Never saw what
the big deal was, so...

BORIN:
Have... have you ever seen
what that kind of fun does

to the human body
at close range, Lenny?

No?

Let me enlighten you.

It starts with a...

a sudden flash of light.

Comes out of nowhere.

You're temporarily blinded,

but trust me,
that's a blessing,

because the last
thing you want to see

is what's about
to happen to you.

And then there's
the sound.

It's the loudest sound

you have ever heard
in your entire life.

It's also the last sound

you're ever gonna hear.

And then there's
the silence.

And you can't even
hear yourself scream

as the heat
from the blow-back

melts your skin

and the shrapnel
tears through your body!

So why don't you
tell me, Lenny...

are we having fun yet?
Huh? This fun for you?

I'm done listening to this.Oh, my God,
you're so not.

Hey, we've just started.

So why don't you
stay where you are?

[door opens]
GIBBS:
Agent Borin.

Take a break.

Look, I only
used an alias

because I couldn't
get a job with my record.

All right?
I have a family
to provide for.

That's all I've done,
I swear.

I'll take a polygraph
or whatever, just...

keep her away from me.

Well, I was always partial
to the Green Dragon Tavern.

Tuesdays they
would host...

American history
triviology.

I know,
I went every week.

Okay, what about
outside Cambridge?

Tough choice,
but I'm gonna
have to go with...

Boss.

Didn't see you
come in.

You're probably wondering
what I'm doing.

PORTER:
We were just discussing

our academic history
in Boston.

M.I.T.,
Harvard.

[phone ringing]Excuse me.

Thanks for the trip
down memory lane, Tim.Yes, ma'am.

Porter.

What did you
find out?

Quite a bit,
actually.

She wrote for the Crimson,she
was a member of the debate club,

graduated magna cum laude.

About the case, McGee.

Oh.

Right.

Well, since his, uh,
release from prison,

Lenny has kept
his record clean.

I confirmed
his alibi

with two of the
other onboard cooks.

They say he was working
all day on the mess decks

up until the drill.

That's not much of a lead.

This is.
Check it out.

Schematics of

CityLine's
oil platform.

The firm who
designed the plans

had a minor security
breach two weeks ago.

This was the only file
that was compromised.

What kind
of breach?

It was the same
type of malware

we found on
CityLine's mainframe.

One person they have in common.

Danielle Benton.

Find her, McGee.

Bye-bye.

I thought that move
was pure urban legend.

Something you
care to share,

Madam Secretary?
Pardon me?

Is there another reason
for your presence here,

besides this
investigation?

Matters of my agenda

are above your pay grade,
Agent Gibbs.

If it involves me
or my team,

I respectfully
disagree.

Rest assured,
my presence at NCIS

is purely case-specific.

You have your orders.
So do I.

However, as a person with
a background in business,

I would be remiss

if I didn't notice
certain gaps

in this office when
it comes to manpower.

Staffing issues are
below your pay grade.

Not if it's affecting the
efficiency of this agency.

It isn't.
I agree.

I'm not here to mark my
territory, Agent Gibbs.

It's your team.

You run it
as you see fit.

As long as I keep
seeing results,

we won't have
an issue.

[elevator bell dings]

If it ain't broke...

[dings]

GIBBS:
Here you go.

Yeah, sure,
I can use another round.

Well...
say something, Gibbs.

Kind of waiting
on you, Borin.

I'm the one who's
in the dark.

Look, I-I shouldn't have
taken this case.

I knew it would just...

dredge up too many things
I didn't want to revisit.

Well, maybe if
you knew that,

it's why you
took the case.

I still remember
every detail
of that day in Iraq.

I'd play it over and over
and over in my head,

just, you know,
thinking...

of all the stuff

I could've
done differently.

Signs I missed.

Losing a man in combat,
it stays with you.

I didn't just lose three
fellow Marines in that blast.

Gibbs, I lost myMarine.

Liam...

He always had to be the one
leading the charge, you know?

That was his style.

He was, uh... strong.

Stubborn, God...

Cocky as all hell.

A Marine's Marine.

I saw him
board the vessel...

I saw the blast take him...

and I saw what was left when
I pulled him from the water.

That was just something
I couldn't come back from.

[phone ringing]

Yeah, DiNozzo?

Boss, we've tracked
Danielle Benton's cell

to a marina outside
Hampton Roads.

McGee's sending you the address.

Okay, we'll
meet you there.

About ready to go?
I'm driving.

No, after everything
that's happened,

I think it's
best for everyone

if I just pull out
of the case.

It's fine, look,
I'm gonna call headquarters,

they can assign you
another agent...
No, Borin,
not happening.

My case, my call.

You pulling rank
on me, gunny?

A Marine leaves
no man behind.

[engine rumbling]

[seagulls calling]

Make sure we're
fueled and ready.

I want to be out of here
before the tide shifts.

Don't leave yet.

Who the hell
are you?

I already answered
NCIS's questions.

If you want more I.T. support,
try the Genius Bar.

You taking a trip?

Work.

Surveying the ecological impact
of coastal shipping routes

on local whale migration.

And yes, we have a permit.

TONY:
Boss...

Watch 'em.
What do you got?

Crabs.

We have a problem.

Worse than DiNozzo's crabs?

It's black powder.

And there are more than
50 buckets like it down there.

That's enough to level
this entire marina.

[door opens]

Don't worry, you'll get
used to loud noises in prison.

And with what
we found on board,

you're in for an extended stay.

Containers of gasoline,
black powder, and soap.

Also known as
"vegan napalm"

in environmental
extremist circles.

I've never seen those
containers before in my life.

Must be
the captain's.

I'm innocent.

Told you
she'd say that.

He did;
he said you'd say that.

He also said you'd lean back
and cross your arms.

He did the whole thing,
it was very good.

He also said that you would

be a little surprised
when you found out

that we discovered your...
hiding spot

underneath the wheel-house
floorboard.

Building plans,
surveillance photos,

and security
access codes

belonging to
ten biotech labs

across the
East Coast...

each hit by the
same arsonist.

Too bad you didn't think to wipe
your prints off all these.

Christmas came early this year
for the FBI.

Boo-ya.

"Boo-ya"?

What is that?

Those labs
were conducting invasive

and unethical tests
on innocent animals.

What they do isn't research;
it's torture.

I did what was necessary
to save lives.

Well, you didn't seem to mind

taking Marv Hebner's life
for your cause.

TONY:
Oh, yeah, we found a
copy of the CityLine

blueprint on board.

Boo-ya!

Is that right?Yeah.

I didn't steal the designs
to bomb the platform.

I was going to board it.

Next month.

An onboard protest
against offshore drilling,

where CityLine wouldn't
be able to ignore us.

I'd say you got their attention.

That explosion caused
irreparable damage

to the ocean's ecosystems.

I have no problem
going to prison

for what I believe in,

but that is against
everything I stand for.

Gabs! Gabs! Gabs!
Gabs! Gabs! Gabs!

Gabs... Gabs.

It just... saves time.

You know, just...
just go with it.

Um, I found something fishy
on our evidence.

Like, really fishy.

Acipenser oxyrinchus.

Otherwise known as...

the North Atlantic sturgeon.

Found where?

Melted on the detonator

and other debris
from the bridge.

This fish sample was altered
with acrylic resin,

potassium chromium sulfate,
formaldehyde...

Abbs... English.

Fish leather.

Like from a work boot?

No. Uh, sturgeon leather

is very rare
and extremely expensive.

So it would be a more
high-quality good.

Can you narrow
it down for us?

I can, thanks to a metal shard

that Ducky pulled
from Hebner's body.

This wasn't
just shrapnel.

It's a piece of an alloy
tumbler locking mechanism.

Separately, the lock
and the leather

didn't make any sense,

but when you put them together,
you get this.

The Merion Attaché.

That is where
the bomb was stored.

A briefcase-- innocuous enough
to hide in plain sight.

That's good work, Abbs.

She's not done yet.

He knows me so well.

I cross-referenced
the purchase logs

for the Merion Attaché

with all of the employees
from CityLine,

and I got a match.

Brett Creevy,
legal department.

[cell phone buttons beeping]

Is he checking
his e-mail?

Oh, he's a smug
son of a bitch,

isn't he?
Lawyer.

[door opens]
TONY:
Boss.

Planting a bomb was
just one of Creevy's

many bad decisions.

He lost his life savings

in the Broad Street development
Ponzi scheme last year.

Didn't have much
to his name

until the explosion.

Turns out Creevy
short-sold shares

of CityLine's stock last week.

McGEE:
Once news of the
explosion broke,

their stocks took a nosedive.

[whistles]Just like BP's did

after their incident
in the Gulf.

Wall Street.

"Greed is good."

The Gekko.

[Tony chuckles]

Love that movie.

Creevy made a boatload
of cash, boss.

Define "boatload."

Tens of millions.

I tracked his funds to
an offshore account,

where I found a charge
for a chartered flight

to the Maldives,
departing tonight.

[cell phone buttons beeping]

All yours, Borin.

With pleasure.

Good luck.

You sure that's a
good idea, boss?

[chuckles]
'Cause last time,

she went a little
Dirty Harry in there.

But...

of course, Agent Borin
is a professional,

and I trust her
completely.

I have been
sitting here

for almost an hour,
Agent Borin.

You have CityLine's
full cooperation,

but I have a schedule
to keep to.

I understand.

I'm sure you're anxious to
get home, pack for your trip.

Trip?
What are you talking about?

You bought a one-way
ticket to the Maldives.

You know, that's
a really nice choice.

It's got gorgeous
white-sand beaches,

palm trees

and no extradition.

And I know one piece of luggage
you won't be taking with you.

You know what's
interesting about this?

I've got witnesses
who recall

you on board the platform
the morning of the explosion

carrying that briefcase.

But no one seems to remember
you leaving with it.

Not even Perry Davidson,

who spent the entire day
with you.

Hmm.

Maybe now
is the time to mention

that I have
a team of agents

searching your house
as we speak. Oh, yeah.

They found the bomb-making
materials in your garage.

Mmm.

So...

if a first-class ticket
to death row

doesn't appeal to you,
Mr. Creevy,

I suggest you start talking.

It's not how I planned it.

I didn't know Hebner
was going to be on the bridge

during the drill.

I just wanted
the money.

No one was
supposed to get hurt.

I... I swear.

TONY:
So, that's it?
He cracked already?

Full confession, ten minutes.

Don't get excited.
My record's five.

Dr. Mallard,
what do you have there?

This, my dear, is the
infernal contraption

that's been driving me mad
these last two days.

The ThinkGeek Annoy-a-tron?

Yeah. Annoying
is an understatement.

I've heard of
these things.

They send out high-frequency
sounds intermittently.

Yeah, making it
impossible to find.

The intention, I suspect.

I finally
found it tucked

into my desk lamp.

Remember, Anthony,

revenge is all the more sweet.

[laughing]:
What...?

Why does everyone
assume it's me?

Because nothing's
happened to you.

And because
you're you.

[snorting chuckle]
Borin...

come on.

You know I'm innocent.
Back me up here.

Huh. I see.

Well, I've been framed,

and I'm going to get
to the bottom of this.

Wait and see.

[groaning]

BORIN:
You're already
at the bottom, DiNozzo.

[device beeps]

[door creaks open]

[blows]

Your secret's
safe with me.

Weighed-down
gear pack?

It's the oldest
Marine prank there is.

No idea what
you're talking about.

Right.

Hey.

I want to ask you something.

Mm-hmm.

When you left the Corps,

was CGIS the change
you were looking for?

Not exactly.

At least not at first.

More like running away
than a fresh start.

But eventually,
it became more.

And the work started
to mean something.

Started to feel...

A sense of purpose again?

You're good.

Tell me how the story ends,
I'll be really impressed.

Well, that kind of
depends on you, Borin.

How's that?

You ever think about
making another change?

It's a tempting thought.

But I'd be lying if I said
I hadn't considered it.

But I don't think

I'm finished with
CGIS just yet.

Yeah, it's still a good fit.

Besides, I got a
whole lot of lessons

to teach Omagi before
I let him take over.

[chuckles]

Can't argue with that.

[cell phone ringing]

Borin.

Yeah, I'll be
right there.

Well, it's about that time.

Thank you for the drink.

Say I wanted to make a change
in the near future.

I'm not going anywhere.

Semper fi, Gibbs.

Semper paratus...

Borin.

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