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PORTER:
The Zumwalt-class destroyer.

Demanding the best from the Navy

and the companies
constructing her.

You four represent
the next wave

of U.S. defense companies

who will improve the lives
of our military personnel

by keeping them safer
and better equipping them

to defend us.

Gentlemen, together...

we are the future of
the United States Navy.

MAN:
Madam Secretary Porter,

why is my logo
smaller than Marc's?

Beringer Marine
laid down a million tons

of raw steel this year.

United Equinox
made a tiny screw.

MARC:
Correction:

we made
a teeny, tiny screw

that could withstand
a 1,200 degree

temperature swing.

And we made
a crap-ton of them.

[alarms beeping, wailing]

Is this another
dramatic touch, McGee?

McGEE: Not exactly,
Madam Secretary.

Network security detected

an unauthorized
electronic transmission.

Everything shuts down
automatically.

Does that mean someone's trying
to hack in from the outside?

No. Lockdown only happens
if the attack's internal.

The threat's in this room.

I just reread Moonraker.

Spent the whole day
reading on Sunday.

Don't remember
the last time that happened.

You read a lot?

You know, I went out
for a drink last night,

and I met a girl.

[laughs]

Great smile, great body.

Guess what she does
for a living.

I'm thinking about
getting a sex change, Norma.

You say something,
Agent DiNozzo?

I'm just trying
to make conversation.

With me?Yeah.

I wasn't listening.

Start over.

Really?

So, I guess it turns out
that I'm dating a tennis pro.

Want to know how she
gave me her number?

Boop! Left it on her pillow.

[chuckles]

Hello.

That's nice.

That's it?

What do you want?

Well, a little something.

Just a jibe, a scoff,
a little stink-eye, you know?

I just... I need something.

The riff, the patter, the "pah."

Oh, you got a stink-eye
in there. I can see it.

Listen, I just
need the "pah."

Where's Agent McGee?Ah.

The burden shouldn't
always fall on Tim.

He's suffered enough.

What about Agent Gibbs?

Hey, boss, dating a tennis pro.

That's nice.

Let's go.

See?

We got a body?

It's a breach.

We're not driving.

Where we going?

Upstairs.

What's happening, Leon?

In secure mode,

MTAC sensors constantly
scan for electronic signals.

Anything other than
our equipment

emits a radio frequency,
room goes on lockdown.

Nobody's allowed to leave
till we find the source.

Like a surveillance device,
a bug.

Right.

Does this happen a lot?
No.

Not the brightest idea
to bring one into a secure room.

That's why they're gonna
check you twice, Marc.

Save it, Ward.

Not exactly the time.

All clear.

I've scanned
every square inch, boss.

Seats, walls, computer console--
no sign of any illicit devices.

False alarm? Software glitch?Possible.

Does that mean we're free to let

our valued corporate
partners go, Director?

You can take us
off lockdown, fellas.

Yes, sir.Gentlemen, please.

[door buzzes, opens]

[alarm beeping]

Another malfunction?

I thought you searched
everyone, Agent DiNozzo.

I didn't think
you wanted me to pat down

the United States
Secretary of the Navy, sir.

Well, I do now.

Uh, raise your arms,
please, ma'am.

Just remember,
I have mouths to feed.

Two goldfish.

I'm their only
source of income,

and they're-they're
awfully cute.

Relax, DiNozzo. I'm as anxious
about this as you are.

[alarm beeping]

I'm gonna have to search
your pockets, ma'am.

Do you have any needles
or sharp objects?

I have to ask.

No. Proceed.

A pen?

You had me worried for
a moment, gentlemen.

The hell's that?

Well, first impression,
it's a flash drive

connected to
a pinhole microphone.

We got our bug.

I'm the breach.

Okay, let's clear
the air right now.

I have no idea
when or where I got that pen.

Could have been a doctor's
office, bank, restaurant.

The last time
I remember using it

was when I signed
a permission slip

for my daughter
yesterday morning.

And I must have put the pen
in my pocket after that,

but I had no idea
it was recording me.

Okay.

You believe that?

Yes.
Why?

[elevator stops]

Respect.

For you and the office.

And until there's evidence
to the contrary,

you'll get the benefit
of the doubt, Madam Secretary.

Thank you, Agent Gibbs.

Job now is finding
who's responsible

before anything leaks.

I had classified briefings

at three D.O.D. off-site
locations yesterday,

and we talked enough
deployment strategy

to cause serious
security problems

for the sailors and
Marines I work for.

Understand, they are my only
concern in this, Agent Gibbs.

[elevator starts]

Abby's got the spy pen, boss.

Based on the battery size and
the length of the charge left,

we think it's been recording
for about 30 hours or so.

Can we track who's listening?

It's not a live feed.

The bug stores
the data internally,

which means
whoever planted it

has to download the info.

Which we have to assume
they've already done.

All right, I will alert
the Pentagon that my meetings

yesterday were compromised.

And we should bring in the NSA.

I just put in
a request for info.

They got ears open
for the sale of U.S. intel.

Let's make sure
it doesn't get that far.

You zig, I zag, boss.

While I was
on the horn with NSA,

I pulled a threat
analysis report.

They put this together
in the last ten minutes?

No. The paper's
two years old.

But it predicts
our breach exactly.

"Clandestine
recording device,

"high-level
government official,

"an everyday item

such as an ink pen."

Coincidence?

We need to talk to the
person who wrote this paper.

I thought we were gonna get a
cavity search coming in here.

Interesting.

Hmm.

Whoa, look at that.

We better not tell McGee about
the Star Trekvideo game chairs.

It'll just irritate him.

It's like an Apple Store.

You must be NCIS.

Welcome to the National Security
Operations Center.

I'm NSA Special Agent
Chad Flynderling.

You can call me Flynn.

Flynn.

Like Jeff Bridges in Tron?

That's original.

Sorry. I'm sorry.

I'm sensitive to NSA's
public perception right now.

We're not just a bunch
of reclusive data nerds.

Our employees are as diverse
as the work that we do here.

And I swear,
if I have to hear another crack

about the Star Trekchairs...

Oh, hey, look at those.

Didn't even notice them.
[chuckles]

I reviewed the threat report
you called about.

You write it?Well, no.

Uh, but I can assist you
with anything you might need.

We asked for
the original author.

Make it so, Number One.

What's the problem?

Uh...

About those reclusive data
freaks I was talking about...

[humming quietly]

[music playing faintly
over earbuds]

So how long
does this go on?

Yeah, just wait for it.

[gasps]

[laughs]

[sighs]

Uh, Agents Gibbs
and DiNozzo,

I give you NSA Analyst

Ellie Bishop.

She prefers to do her

unclassified research in here.

I thought we discussed
rule number one, Flynn.

When my earbuds are in,
flash the desk light.

[whispers]:
Couldn't help it.

[sighs]
Bishop.

It's good to meet you.

Sorry, I was
in the middle of... stuff.

Yup. That's my work.
What's up?

You didn't even look at it.

I wrote it
my third day at the NSA.

It was a Wednesday morning.

I just finished
a box of Cocoa Pebbles.

I remember that
because it was

the prize inside the box
that inspired the entire paper.

Let me guess. A pen?

An everyday object
hiding in plain sight.

It clicked. [clucks tongue]

So you got 25 pages
of national security strategy

from inside a breakfast cereal?

In order to better prepare
for attacks,

I dream up threats
that haven't happened yet.

This dream came true.

So I was right.

Secretary of the Navy
was bugged.

Security intel
is at risk.

Which is bad.

But I submit my reports
to my superiors,

who then distribute them
accordingly.

Anyone with basic security
clearance could have access.

Did you give this paper
to anybody else?
No.

Are you asking if
I'm in on it or something?

[laughs]

Uh, no, I-I'm not, I...

I wrote the playbook,
but I have

no idea who's running it.

Sorry.

Hope you find your guy.

It was nice to meet you.

[music playing over earbuds]

Like I said,

she's not a field agent.

I can still hear you,
Jeff Daniels.

Jeff Daniels wasn't in Tron.

That was Jeff Bridges.[cell phone ringing]

Flynn, you area fan.

GIBBS:
Yeah, Duck?

Yep, we're on
our way back.

We have got
a second pen.

So I guess
this means

I'm riding with you guys.No.

No, but she is.

What? Why?What? Why?

'Cause, like you said,

you wrote the
playbook, right?

[sighs]

What are we doing here?

I'm waiting for
Ducky, our M.E.

That stands for
"medical examiner."

This isn't my first case.

I meant, what am Idoing here?

I analyze big-
picture data,

present detailed strategies
in the global war on terror.

Chess moves that can take
years to implement.

You enjoy playing board games?

[sighs]

Look, everything I can offer you
is in that report.

What good can I do in person?

I don't know,
but you can start

by catching up
on the case file.

DUCKY:
Yes.

Well, then, can you
tell me how long?

Of course
I can hold on.

I don't suppose you're from the
FBI and you've come to tell me

that all this is
a misunderstanding?

Sorry, NSA. My name...

That is
totally irrelevant.

I was just talking
to the man ten minutes ago.

The D.C. M.E. is
dodging my calls.

Duck, I thought this was
about another bug,

not a body.It's both.

Thanks to our BOLO, the
M.E. found a second pen

when he went back through
this man's personal effects.

He's Claude Sherman,

accountant for
United Equinox Electronics.

Yeah, he worked

for one of the companies
in MTAC this morning.

Murder?

No, natural causes.

Myocardial infarction
two days ago.

Ducky, then what's
he doing here?

Body and personal effects
travel together

in order to preserve
the chain of evidence.

Like I said,
this is not my first case.

Stop.

Ducky, where's the pen?It's missing.

That's why I've been on
the phone all morning.

Yeah, according

to the M.E.'s office,

an FBI agent collected
the personal effects

just before the
transfer at 0915.

The problem is,
when I called to confirm,

the FBI doesn't know
anything about it.

Somebody posing as an agent.It would appear so.

Leaving us a body
and more questions.

Who stole the pen?

Was it the same person
who planted it

on SECNAV?

What's the connection?

I'm sorry...
what was your name again?

Bishop.

You got something?

Yeah, uh, maybe.

You got any food around here?

Anything?

We'll find stuff. Come on.

[chuckles]

Pentagon refuses to
release any of the minutes

from SECNAV's briefings.

Once the intel leaks,
the whole world will know.

Yeah, it's what
I told them,

except all they could say
was, topics of discussion

included Russia,
China, Syria and Iran.

That narrows it down.

Yeah.

That her?

She fall down?

[music playing faintly
over earbuds]

Oh, uh, don't let
the chaos fool you.

This is just how I work.

All right,
Jeff Goldblum,

guy plants a bug
on SECNAV,

uploads the data.

What's he do with it?

Go.

Did you read my paper?

Some... some of it, but I...

Time is a factor here,
and I...

Is that a wedding ring?
Are you married?

I'll have my report
to you by tonight, okay?

Report?
Mm-hmm.

Tonight?

Wait, let's back the truck up.

How old are you?
Ha.

I thought time was a
factor around here.

Isn't talking about my
personal life a waste of it?

No.
Yes.

Well, the way I
see it, our guy

has three options.
One: he releases

the information in the name
of full disclosure.

Which he would have
already done.

Two: he sells the data
to the enemy.

Except he had no
way of knowing

what kind of intel
the bug would record.

Needs to find
the right buyer.Which takes time.

Leaving us with option three:

he sells the information
back to us.

Extortion.

Yeah, uh, wait, tha-that...
that was just a guess.

We need to alert
the SECNAV's office

this guy might be calling.

He just did.Extortion?

Clock's already started.

12:30 p.m., SECNAV's
office was contacted

via an encrypted e-mail.

We have one hour
to deposit $10 million

into an offshore account
or he leaks the intel.

Can we track the communication?

No, who's ever behind
this knows their way

around computer code
and knows how to hide.

What are the chances

of catching this guy
before the deadline?

Well, they get better
if we just pay him.

Give the man what he wants.No.

We don't like

giving terrorists anything,

much less taxpayer money.

Neither do I,
but like I told my boss at NSA,

it's the cost of
doing business.

If we deposit the
money into the account

and he accesses it, it gives
us something to trace.

It's all outlined in my paper.

TONY: Would that be the
same paper our spy

could be using
as a paint-by-numbers?

He'll know
that's our strategy.

He would have guessed it anyway,

which makes it our NSA codes
against his.

And statistically,
the odds are in our favor.

It's our best way
of finding him.

Statistics don't lie.

Yeah, but our bad guy might.Lie?

About what?We don't know

anything about him
or what he wants.

He wants money, right?

Unless he hasn't shown
his full hand.

Keep digging till we find it.

That doesn't...
doesn't make sense.

Sometimes you got to go
with your gut.

Sure, but gut logic aside,
I think we can all agree here

that actual
logic is better.

Well, we're about to find out.

SECNAV just approved

Bishop's game plan.

Gave NSA the lead
on the money-drop.

Porter wants to have
a word with us, Gibbs.

GIBBS:
Good.

[chuckles]

MARC: The same kind
of surveillance device

was found
on my corporate accountant.

I didn't plant

a bug on your employee,

and I sure as hell
didn't plant a bug

on the Secretary of the Navy!

You got stones
accusing me of treason.

There's no sense
pointing fingers.

Quit playing the patriot, Ward.

I am a patriot. My company's
been serving this military

for four generations.

We're not some
startup war profiteer.

That's enough.

I understand you're concerned

about corporate secrets
being leaked.

Even if nothing leaks,

word of this would kill me
on Wall Street.

We're talking
hundreds of millions.

We are following
up on the device

found on your employee, Marc,
but give us time to do our jobs.

I can assure you both

that our best agents are working
on this around the clock.

Isn't that right,
Agent Gibbs?

Oh, I'm pretty sure you just
took us off the clock, ma'am.

Gentlemen, if you'll
excuse me for a moment.

I'm getting hit
on all sides with this--

Pentagon, White House.

Last thing anybody needs
is another intel scandal,

and NSA is prepared
for this kind of threat.

So are we,
Madam Secretary.

And I want you to keep
up the good work, Leon.

I'm not benching you; I'm just
adding more players to the game.

Different players have
different strengths.

Yes, and as head coach,
I have the lineup

just the way I
want it, Director.

Is that understood?

Everybody's looking

at a female SECNAV with
no military background,

wondering if either
one of those things

are gonna be a factor.

I'd like to answer them
by setting this right.

And to do that, I need
all the help I can get.

Especially yours.

ABBY:
Oh, God.

[groans]

Stupid pen, give me answers.

[clears throat]

How long have you been
standing there?

Oh, just a few minutes.

I thought you knew.No.

But you were talking to me.

No, I-I was talking to myself

and a... pen.

But now I'm not talking anymore,

'cause who knows
who's listening?

Who do you
think's listening?

Oh, no... don't believe
everything you hear.

I mean, we don't randomly listen

to conversations
and phone calls.

I'm serious.

We need a court order
just like you.

We've had
a few bad apples,

but we're good people

out to uphold the law
and make a difference.

So you haven't bugged my phone?

[laughs]

Look, I can prove
I'm here to help.

I drew this using D.C.
examiner's description

of our bogus FBI
agent, fed it

into the NSA database,
and got a hit on a guy named

Rudolph Stalin.

Rudolph Stalin.

Okay.

Rudolph Stalin is
an American citizen

with a history of
international espionage

and strong political
ties to Russia.

And a very nice
mustache.

I wonder if it's
supposed to be ironic.

He's been on our radar
for about a year.

Aha, hmm, and he is
an American citizen.

Which is exactly why
we needed a court order.

I remember reading
his file a few months ago

over a bowl
of cream of mushroom soup.

I-I food-associate.

Oh.

I-I'm just... I'm still stuck
on the fact that you can draw.

I mean, this isn't Kate
good, but it's goodgood.

Who's Kate?

That-that would
take a few hours

and a whole box
of tissues.

Okay, well, then we should
get this BOLO out first,

and I wanted to check up
on the NSA operation.

[cell phone ringtone playing]Mm-hmm.

Hey, Gibbs, did you know
that Bishop can draw?

Yeah, she's still here.

Why?

Okay.

Abby?

What? Is it about
the money-drop?

Maybe we should have
that talk about Kate.

Manager heard the shots,
called the police.

Nobody saw the shooter.

McGEE: NSA deposited
the extortion money,

and our spy accessed it
using the coffee shop's Wi-Fi.

It's not the first place
I'd come to collect $10 million.

McGEE: Agent Flynderling
thought the same thing.

That's why he came to follow up
before calling in a task force.

Three gunshot wounds
to the chest at close range.

Based on the stippling
and tissue damage,

he never had
a chance.

Barely got out of his car.

Ambushed.Boss,

he's got something
in his pocket.

Hey, boss, isn't this her...

My report.

You were right, Agent Gibbs.

It's not about that, Bishop.

Somebody plants a
surveillance device

on the Secretary
of the Navy,

and extorts
the U.S. Government.

Likely the same guy
who posed as an FBI agent

to steal a second spy pen
from the D.C. morgue.

McGEE:
Rudolph Stalin--

he's an American wanted

for selling U.S. intel
to Russia.

TONY: With a name
and a mustache

like that, I...
I'm shocked.

McGEE: But when
the NSA tried

to pay him off and
track the deposit...

He murdered
NSA Agent Flynderling

and got away with the money.

Actually, I just checked
the offshore account.

The extortion money's
still there.

He left behind
ten million bucks.

That doesn't make any sense.Could've panicked
after the shooting.

Maybe this guy's not as
professional as we thought.

McGEE:
Or maybe it's not about

Uncle Sam's money in
the first place.

What... what else
does Stalin get

by luring and killing
a federal agent?

Authentication.
Proof to another buyer

that his intel
is genuine.

Somebody willing to pay
more than ten mil.

So he used us?This guy was playing chess,
and I never even saw it.

I know what I have to do.

Reset.

I'll start over.

Bishop.I'll get it this time.

I just need some time
to clear the chessboard.

Bishop.[sighs]

Take a break.

Go get a soda.

There's no time,
and I have no cash.

BOTH:
Take it.

[cell phone ringing]

[sighs]

Yeah, Abbs?

ABBY: Can you come to my lab?Yep.

Michelangelo, Shakespeare,
da Vinci, Hemingway.

Today, you can count me
amongst their ranks, Gibbs.

I do every day, Abbs.
What do you got?

A masterpiece.

Well, it looks like
a date and time stamp.

Sometimes the greatest
works of art are simple.

You got into the pen?No. I failed.

The internal memory chip
was too well encrypted.

Then what is this, Abbs?

That is the last day and time

the chip was accessed
by the Wi-Fi transmitter.

Ah. That the send-y part?

[laughs]
Yes.

So, I can't tell you

what our bad guy
downloaded from the pen,

but, because of
the send-y part,

I can tell you
when he did it.

Yeah. Yesterday.

7:23 p.m.

And assuming that
SECNAV still had the pen

in her pocket--
I cross-referenced her schedule.

Porter was at a
restaurant having dinner

with her teenage daughter
when Stalin was downloading.

How close would
he have to be?

Close. It's a small
pen-- small antenna.

So I pulled street
surveillance footage from

near the restaurant, and found
Stalin sitting in his car,

committing high treason.

I guess having eyes and ears
everywhere can be helpful.

But don't tell Bishop
I said that.

License plate.

Already added
to the BOLO, Gibbs.

Our chances of
finding this guy

just skyrocketed.

Abbs, that's really
great work.

I'm sorry for your loss.

The agent who was killed--
was he a friend of yours?

More like an older brother.

[cell phone chimes]

Everything okay?

It's tough not being able

to talk to my family
about what I do.

You should've seen my mom
when I told her

I was taking a job
outside of Oklahoma.

Why did you?

Mm. That's the difference

between Mom and Dad.

His first rule is: comfort
makes for complicity.

Means the only way to grow
is by challenging yourself.

Well, it helps to remember
why we do the job.

Keeps us going.

Actually, I should
get back to NSA.

Mm. You're not getting off
that easy.

Gibbs likes rules, too.
Number 45:

always clean up your mess.

How?Well, for starters,

the BOLO came back
on Rudolph Stalin.

We know where he is.

Come on.
Time's a-wastin'.

BISHOP:
Okay, thanks.

Metro PD says
Stalin's car

is still parked
in a lot out front.

They're not sure
which theater he's in,

but there are only two screens.
Where do you want me?

I aced my weapons
and field training.

You got a gun, Ado Annie?

I left it in my surrey
with the fringe on top.

Don't quote
Oklahomato me.

Stay in the car.

You bet.

[music playing faintly
over earbuds]

[sputters]

Him.

That's him!

TONY:
Federal agent!

[engine starts]

Stop, stop, stop!

[tires screeching]

Bishop, why'd you hit him
with the car?

Well... technically,
he ran into the car.

Got to say, that was a gut move.
Gut's good, right?

We intentionally
flushed the guy out.

Gibbs had the exit covered
the whole time.

What?

She pulled a Palmer
on this guy, boss.

[handcuffs clicking]

At least he'll go quietly.

I'm not saying anything
without a lawyer.

You hit me
with a car.

I thought he was
getting away.

I read in his file that he
was a high school track star.

I remember almost
everything I read.

Which includes more than a few
interrogation transcripts.

Meaning what?

I have an idea.

Hang on. These.

What?

BISHOP:
I need to borrow this.

Thank you.

Now, a major principle
of an interrogation

is to let the suspect draw
their own conclusions, right?

Which means, as long as I
never sayI'm his lawyer,

as long as he never asks...

Stop.

I can keep up.

Did that guy see you
before you hit him?

Mm-mm.

Look, we called the
public defender...

Hey. What...

Finally. Are you my...?

BISHOP:
Sorry for the outfit.

Today was supposed to be
my day off. Ellie Bishop.

Have you been asking
him questions?

GIBBS:
Legally, we can ask

as many questions as we want.

Up to the suspect
to talk without a lawyer.

That's true.
Do you want to talk?

Shouldn't we speak somewhere
in private first? Or...

It's up to you.
I mean, I've read the file,

and they do have
a pretty solid murder case.

Murder?Yeah. Of a federal agent.

No way. I-I didn't
kill anybody.

They know about the pen
on the Secretary of the Navy.

They know that you were
at the restaurant,

and they know about
the $10 million.

You can help
yourself, though.

If you cop to the murder,

might reduce sentencing.I didn't kill anybody!

You shot a federal agent
three times in the chest!

BISHOP: Hey!
Take it down a peg.

He said he didn't
kill anybody, okay?

Let's hear him out.Then you make it fast.

STALIN: I did not
extort the government,

and I did not kill
this agent.

But I know who did.

Name.Edward Gracy.

He's sold me
info before.

Corporate stuff,
tech secrets.

This is the first time he's
offered government intel.

TONY:
So you're admitting to treason.

We supposed to believe this?

I don't know
if I believe him at all.

Need an address to prove it.

Here you go.

Hey, what about my deal?Oh, you'll have to take
that up with your lawyer.

You said you were my lawyer.

No, I didn't.
Gave you my card.

[elevator bell dings]

McGEE: Is that gonna
hold up in court?

I don't know.
I'm not a lawyer, either.

All right, got confirmation
on a downtown office,

rent in the name
Edward Gracy.

I alerted Metro PD,
and they're on standby.

Getting used to your pace here.

Well, then you're
gonna need this.

[grunts]

Uh... h-has this been used?

[cell phone ringing]

Bishop.

Yes, sir.

Of course.

Y... Yes.

Yes, right away.

What's the matter?There a problem with Metro?

No. Uh, it was my boss at NSA.

They need me back at HQ
to debrief immediately.

[engine starts]Got to go.

[engine starts]

[tires screeching]

♪

Federal agents!

Edward Gracy!

TONY:
Nobody's home.

What do you think?
We being played again?

Check the desk.

Nothing here but junk mail,

back issues of GSM.

They're all addressed here
to Edward Gracy.

Oh.

This is our master
chess player?

Boss, I got something back here.

Well, this is definitely
where Gracy makes his bugs,

and apparently raises awareness
about heart disease, as well.

Charity mailers?

Our killer has a conscience?Nope.

His targets do.

Shipping receipt for a mailer
sent to Sarah Porter.

SECNAV.He's sending the bugs

with the brochures.

McGEE:
Junk mail free gifts.

Instead of
return-address labels,

you get a super spy pen?

It's a big risk
with no guarantee

it's gonna make it past your
junk drawer, let alone MTAC.

TONY:
This is full of receipts.

He sends them out
like clockwork.

McGEE: These are all
from the same post office.

♪

[typing]

[engine stops]

[cell phone ringing]

Hello.

GIBBS: What the hell
are you doing here?

Uh...

Okay, I can explain.

I kept digging into
the name Edward Gracy.

I just...
I couldn't help myself.

Get back in your car.

Okay, but wait.
Th-The name Gracy is an alias,

and I found an open credit card
with weekly purchases...

Bishop!...a-at this post office, okay?

I-I came here

to follow up.

Gracy's P.O. box
is inside the store.

I know! So is he.

It's what I'm trying
to tell you.

Oh.

You're on a stakeout.

Boss?Bishop!

Go!

[tires screeching]

[grunting]

What, did you read a book
on disarming bad guys?

Three older brothers.
Quit squirming!

I think we'll find
this weapon's

a match to the one
that killed Flynn.

I'll take it from here.

You got it?Yeah.

All right.

Here we go, big guy.

[handcuffs clicking]

[exhales]

What?

We were both right.

And we got him.

You're still missing
the point, Bishop.

[sighs]

McGEE: Got a hit
on the fingerprint.

Real name is
Thaddeus Knox.

Multiple arrests
for corporate espionage.

Now we can add
treason and murder.

It doesn't make any sense.TONY: What now,
Russell Crowe?

Hasn't your
beautiful mind

gotten you in enough
trouble today?

Look, I don't quit until I get
it right, and our corporate

pretty boy just doesn't
fit into the big picture.

We've never seen him--
NSA or NCIS.

He's a first-timer.Exactly.

But if he sends bugs
to tech employees

looking for corporate secrets,
why make the jump to SECNAV

and a crime that carries out
a life sentence?

Something made him leave
his comfort zone.

It's not about ideology
or power, it's...

it's about
challenging himself,

proving that he
can do the job.

Who's he trying to impress?

His boss.

Yup, yup, yup, yup.
[chuckles]

Don't tell me those crazy
papers are finally paying off.

[laughs]

Bishop...I have staff lists

from the corporations
in MTAC this morning.

Bugs have been sent to employees
of every company except one.

The same company
that's paying Gracy.Beringer Marine.

What do they have
against SECNAV?

[sighs]

Agent Gibbs.

You here for the update?

What's going on?

Hell if I know.

Madam Secretary's
cut me out of the loop.

Yeah. I couldn't
help but notice

the tension between
you two earlier.

You know, I don't mind
taking orders.

I'd prefer they come
from fellow Marines,

or someone who's served.

I hear you.

A civilian giving orders
that affects thousands

of military personnel pisses
me off more than you know.

Few months back,

I was on the short list
for the SECNAV appointment.

I was honored, but didn't
feel right about it.

Why?

You seem qualified.Maybe.

But I haven't served in uniform.

And I have too much respect
for those who have.

Like you.

It's not right

for Porter to pretend
she knows what they need.

She should've done
the right thing, like I did,

and declined the position.

[chuckles]:
But...

I guess she'll have to now.

[laughs]

What is this?

A bug at the NSA.

Who would've thought?

You turn on me, Marine?

The only turncoat
here is you, Ward.

By hiring one of
your corporate spies

to embarrass me, you put
the entire country at risk.

I had nothing to do with that.[handcuffs clicking]

I only want
to protect this country

and the people defending it.

I may not have served,
but I know about duty

and sacrifice.

Takes more than a uniform
to make a team.

Agent Gibbs?

Tony and McGee said
you'd still be here.

I am.

Sorry to...
bother you so late.

Never say you're sorry.

It is a sign of weakness.

I thought
that was the point.

Especially after today.

But I think I've finally
figured something out.

You always got to have the right
answer, don't you, Bishop?

[exhales]

Unfortunately.

But if you'll let me finish,
I can explain why that's wrong.

I work hard.

And when I fall,
I get right back up.

I'm smart, a-and I want
to make a difference.

And I can.

All good things.

Been so busy looking at the...
the chessboard on my own,

I... I forgot
to be a part of it.

I wasn't a team player.

So...

that-that's... that's
what I wanted to say.

[chuckles]:
That's it.

Um, good night.

Or good... good luck.

Never mind. [laughs]

You forgot something.

Uh, that's not mine.

It's got your name on it.

This is my NCIS application
from years ago.

Before I took the job at NSA.

How did you know about this?

Your name sounded familiar;
I went back and looked it up.

That's why
you brought me along today.

You play chess, too.

I wanted to see if you were
still up for a challenge.

Why?

I'd like to keep you around.

Joint duty assignment.

What?

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