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Meteorologist: Washington, dc,
hasn't seen snow like this

For thanksgiving in decades.

The roads are slick,
and visibility is near zero.

A bitterly cold windchill
makes our nation's capital

Feel more like
the frozen arctic.

What caused the shift
in temperatures

Is this high-pressure system
that you can see...

I've flown in worse, honey.

Paris. Yeah.
Quick there and back.

No leftovers-- I will be there
to cut the turkey.

(quietly):
I know, I know.

(knocking on door)
there's my cab.

Love you.

(weather broadcast continues)

I'll just be
another minute.

(silenced gunfire)

(on tv): ...In fairfax, not much
better, and along the coast,

Our coldest temperatures, as
we will dip down into the teens.

The forecast of scattered
showers in some areas

Was quickly turned
into the wet, icy accumulation

That we are seeing
out there right now.

So, let's go ahead and take a
look at our local temperatures.

Now, in dc, we can expect lows
into the 20s.

In fairfax, not much better,
and along the coast,

Our coldest temperatures, as we
will dip down into the teens.

This could let up at any time,
but for the moment,

We can expect

One rough
thanksgiving weekend ahead.

Meteorologist: Let's go ahead
and take a look

Somehow a "white thanksgiving"
never sounds quite right.

Bishop:
Tell me about it.

Yesterday you were calling
this a "chance of rain."

Abby: Is he here yet?
Is he here yet? Did I miss him?

I just hung up with him, abbs--
he's getting on

The elevator.

One very fast elevator.

(gentle laugh)

Hey.

Ellie, he's adorable.

Jake malloy,
this is the amazing abby.

Oh. Uh, I-I could've guessed.
Abby: Hi.

And this is mcgee.
Tim mcgee.

Ellie's been singing
your praises all year.

It's great to finally
meet you both.

Emphasis on "finally."

Yeah. I know.
Um, I'm sorry again, abby,

About missing
your Halloween party.

Oh, that's okay--
I'm sure you had some...

Super big, top secret
emergency nsa meeting

That you couldn't miss.

Uh, we were being
audited, actually.

But yes-- once again,

My job forced a last-minute
change of plans.

But not tonight.

No.

We are spending the holiday

In turks and caicos

With jake's family,
no matter what.

You better get going, then.

Gibbs. This is...

Jake, yeah.
How you doing?
Gibbs.

Wow. I'm good.

Um, listen, I can't
thank you enough

For what you've meant
to ellie this past year.

All of you.

She's earned it.

Turks, huh?

Turks for turkey day. Yeah.

Uh, the country turkey
might have been

A little too on the nose.
(chuckles)

(bishop chuckles)

(both chuckling)

Uh, well, gibbs is right--

We should get going. Yeah.
Jake: Yeah, we should.

6:30 flight out of dulles.

Tony should be into dulles
about now.

Dinozzo-- that's
who's missing.

His father's flying in
from london.

Maybe you'll see him there.
Or maybe not.

Actually, I'm thinking the snow
might thin the crowds a little.

All right, well,
we'll see you guys.

Nice meeting you.

(indistinct radio communication)

Man (over p.A.):
Your attention please--

Do not leave
any baggage unattended...

(jet taking off outside)

Jake:
Are you sure I was okay?

You heard abby--
you were adorable.

But that gibbs--
I was babbling away

About turkey, and he's just
looking at me with that look.

The gibbs look.
Hello?

Did you think I was
making it up? (laughs)

You were great.

Really.

(laughs)

You okay?

You seem on edge lately.

The flight?
No, no.

I'm good flying.
Okay.

Just, um, I don't know,
the holidays, I guess.

I'm fine.
Okay.

We are so overdue
for this.
Ah.

Sun, sand, warm,
blue water... (laughs)

It's not as warm as you'd
think this time of year.

(gasp) tony!

I thought I was
gonna be stuck

All by my lonesome
when they announced

Dad's flight took off late,
when what should appear

But a thanksgiving miracle!

Agent dinozzo, I presume?

It's nice to know bishop
hasn't been catfishing us

All year--
I was starting to wonder.

Well, you can stop
wondering, tony.

As you can see,
jake is quite real.

Unless he's a hologram
that can shake hands.

Nsa's actually working on one of
those-- I've seen the prototype.

(laughs):
Yeah, that'd be pretty fun.

(chuckles)

Really?

No.
(laughs)

Ah. Aha.

Had me
for a second.

That's too bad-- 'cause
I'd like one of those.

I like him.
He's quick.

Hey, speaking of quick, how'd
you get all the way up here?

Arrival pickups never
get past customs.

It's all about the badge,
bish-- you got to know
how to flash it.

Oh. Oh, my.

(sniffing)
the classic smelly guy.

Yet another vivid hue
in the broad spectrum

Of airport humanity.
Did he come straight
from the gym?

Two gyms and a cheese shop.

Bishop:
And he's going to turks.

12c?

Oh, my god,
we're 12a and b.

Oh, we'll be fine.

No. You'll die.

Would it be awful
to change seats?
Not as awful

As composting right before
you come to the airport.

Ugh! Okay, wish me luck.

Jake, real quick.

The metabolism--

How does she eat like that?

(indistinct flight
announcements over p.A.)

Pretty, isn't it?

Uh, oh.

(laughs):
Yes, dear.

It's just lovely, mm-hmm.

It turned a one-hour drive
into three,

Soaked a brand-new pair

Of my shoes
right down to the toes.

Yeah.

Simply spectacular.
Well,

At least we'll be getting away
from it for the holiday.

I'm going to calgary.

Woman:
Ladies and gentlemen,

Due to the unexpected
weather conditions,

All incoming
and outgoing flights

Are being
temporarily delayed.

Every effort is being made
to clear the runways,

But until
the snow lets up,

Everyone get comfortable--
could be an hour...

Could be more.

(passengers murmuring, moaning)

Ooh. Excuse me.

Hey, I said excuse me.
Yeah, I heard you.

Is there a problem, sir?

I don't know. Is there?

I heard my wife say
"excuse me" just now.

Doesn't that get
an "excuse me" in return?

It's all right, jake.

Some people just have
better manners than others.

That's okay, miss--
your husband's right.

My bad.

Forget it, jake.

It's chinatown.

Your name's jake--
you never heard that?

All my life, mr. Mulwray.
(laughs)

You okay?

Fine. You didn't have to.

No, I... Kind of did.
Do we know that guy

From somewhere?

There's something
about him.

I've never seen him before.

Like... From
our supermarket?

Maybe we go to the
same dry cleaner?

Well, while you keep guessing,
why don't I go see

If we can switch
these seats, huh?
All right.

All right.

Could we know him
from work?

(speaking quietly)
tony: All I know is,
flight delays

Make nice people cranky
and cranky people crankier.

Well, he obviously falls
under the latter category.

(quietly): ...That's not how
I do things, understand?

Yeah. Definitely the latter.

How do I know that guy?

So, anyway, there I was,
still trying to be cool
on my second day at nsa.

It was my second day;
your third.

Right. I always
mix that up.
Mm-hmm.

Anyway, I suddenly found myself
needing a g-7 encryption form.

Which are very hard to come by.
Try impossible.

But there was one left.

And as I'm reaching
for it...

This.. Force of nature
beats me to it.

(both laugh)

I mean, we laugh about it now,
but the rest, as they say,

Is history.

I hate couples.

You asked how we met.

Granted, you kind of
had to be there.

Oh, no.

No, not you guys.
You're great.

Just couples in general.

The jamaican resort
I went to last christmas,

It was couples only.

And you were
flying solo?

Changed my perspective.

Couples everywhere.

It was crazy.

Look at this airport--
it's got every variety.

Like those guys--

Self-important pete
and his electric lady.

Course, they haven't spoken
directly to each other

Since the brownout
of '06.

Then there's those two--

And her college professor
marty midlife--

Teaching her all he knows
about advanced economics

And the kama sutra.
Jake:
Wait.

Tony, that's no couple.

They're clearly
father and daughter.

Think so?
Yeah.

Watch the hands.

Tony:
The hands tell you everything.

I stand corrected,

And... Disturbed.

Okay...

What about our cranky friend
over there?

Sum him up
for us, tony.
Cranky car salesman.

Lonely childhood.
Behind on his quota.

Regretting
his life choices.

Not a couple.
And not familiar

To either of you?

Geez, ellie, let it go.

I'm trying, but...
He's right there.

You know, tony, I don't mean
to pin this on ncis,

But ellie became
much more suspicious

About people
since she joined you guys.

That is so not true.

Oh, you really like
talking bad guys.

Well, I have to talk
about something,

Since we can't
talk shop anymore.

When we were both at nsa,
we'd debrief every night

After work-- but now
that he's restricted

From telling me anything,

All I can do is talk
about what we do every day.

Chase bad guys.

So I get where I may
seem more suspicious,

But... I'm not.
Hey, why don't I get us
some coffee.

Jimmy:
Well, there's dirk,

If it's a boy,
obviously,

Or oskar, with a "k."

Oskar palmer--
that's a lot of r's.

Hmm. If it's a girl,
we're thinking, uh,

Freda, greta, liesel--

Something sort of
von trapp-ish.
(abby laughs)

Come on, mcgee,
up and at 'em.

Workday's over.

We're talking baby names
and snow angels.

Can't right now.
Maybe later.

What do we got, mcgee?

Jimmy:
How about you, agent gibbs?

When was the last time
you made a good snow angel?

'cause it's... It's snowing.

(clears throat nervously)

Mcgee.

Ntas just issued an alert:
Possible terrorist chatter.

They pick up chatter
all the time.

Subject is
northeast u.S. Airports.

Man (over p.A.):
Attention, passengers--

Due to extreme
weather conditions...

(sighs)

Oop. Sorry. Uh...

Oh, hey. You again.

Look, about before,
uh, my husband

Has quite
the chivalrous streak.

Uh-huh.

But, you know, now that
I've run into you again...

Do we know each other?

I feel like
we've met before.
Yeah. I don't think so.

Has that ever
happened to you?

You see a face, you
just can't place it?

Not really, no.
Oh.

Delays are a drag, huh?

Where you headed?
Home to see family?

Paris. Business.

Ah, paris. Huh.
Who doesn't love paris?

Have a safe trip.
Excuse me.

Sure.
Now you say "excuse me."

Thanks.

We're just killing time waiting
for the storm to blow over.

Tony:
How credible a threat is it?
It's elevated.

Pretty typical
this time of year, but...

Worth calling about.

Well, man of few words.
Maybe I'm wrong.

She's not talking
about you, boss.

Bishop's husband know anything?

Uh, there was
some talk of chatter.

Just some memos going
around the office, but...

Chatter?

Tony:
Well, snowstorm
yeah.

Will probably keep the
terrorists home anyway, right?

Yeah. It also keeps

First responders
and emergency service vehicles

From getting through,
dinozzo, so...

Keep your eyes open.

Copy that.

You habeen on edge.

You knew.

We're just hearing
the chatter now?

Nsa heard about it
days ago.

Well, I'm...
I'm a lawyer, tony.

My ear's not exactly pressed
to the pipeline.

So, you didn't...
Tell me?

Seriously?
You know most chatter
doesn't lead anywhere.

All it manages to do
is scare people.

I also know that you
would have never kept a secret

If I was still at nsa.
It's not a secret, ellie,
it's just a...

You know, slightly
calculated omission.

You know what that sounds like?
Like a reasonable justification.

I think she was
going for "lie," but
"to-may-to, to-mah-to,"

Let's not argue
semantics.

Let's talk national security.

It's thanksgiving,

In an airport,

And we have the usual menagerie.

Here comes
walking boot wendy.

Clearly faking it, in
hopes of a free upgrade.

I see you, wendy.

(whispers):
I see right through you.

Ah, and the inevitable
pajama man.

Rolls out of bed,
grabs his passport.

Sees the world

As his futon.

Brad pitt wants his
hat back, hipster.

Seriously,
what are people thinking?

My parents actually used
to dress up to fly.
Mine still does.

You'll meet him
when he gets here.

Huh. Like that guy over there.

Tony:
Dapper don.

That's what I'm
talking about.

Jetting off to
exotic locales,

Like james bond chasing
after pussy galore.

No smelly tracksuit
for that dude.

What's with my car salesman?

Jake: Thought you said
you were wrong about him.

Well, I said maybe, but...

Look at his pant cuff, tony.

Is that a gun?

Tony:
Could be.

We have guns.

Not ellie. Uh...

She packed hers.
No, actually,
mine's on me.

Well, I-I thought you said
you weren't comfortable

Traveling with it.
Well, I wasn't
at first,

But it's become
kind of a habit.

Listen, this guy could
be law enforcement,

So let's show him ours
and ask to see his.
What, guns?

Badges.

Hey. Sorry to
bother you.

Uh, but this time
I need to see some I.D.

Well, too bad.

I'm not navy.

She asked you
a question.

(sighs): You're making
a big mistake.

Freeze.

Hands where
I can see them.

Oh.

Okay. Well, what's his deal?

I'm an air marshal.

Mike beers.

Thanks for blowing my cover.

Sorry I drew on you,
mr. Beers.

These two kind of...
Forced my hand.

Just doing your job,
officer.

But I will have to warn
my fellow air marshals

About skittish navy cops.

When I badged you.
And you are aware of
the recent chatter?

It's my job to know.

But look,
I don't think anyone

Waiting for my paris
flight saw that, anyway,

So let's just forget it.

All right. No hard feelings,
mr. Beers.

I guess we could all use one.

One what?

A beer. Your name.

Ah. Right.

(chuckles)
(weak chuckle)

(door closes)
huh.

"huh" what?

(phone rings)

It's gibbs.

Want me to tell him?
No, let me.

Put him on speaker.

You've got us
both, gibbs.

You got anything
to report?

Nothing, boss.

Just compared notes with a...

Rather cranky
air marshal.

He's aware of the chatter.

Does he know that
the chatter has changed?

Threat level's been increased,
and now it specifically

Mentions
dc metropolitan airports.

That is a game changer.

Gibbs:
It still could be nothing.

Just keep your heads
on a swivel.

Call if anything's changed.
You got anything else?

Yeah, actually, gibbs...

No. That's it.

Thanks.

We should have
told gibbs.

Later.

(line rings)

(phone ringing)

Come on, mcgee, answer.

(ringing continues)
aren't you
gonna get that?

Yes?

Don't tell gibbs it's me.

Okay. Yes?

The air marshal
I mentioned before--

I need you to dig up
anything you can on him.

Well, that could take a while.
Tsa personnel files

Are always tightly wrapped.

What's this about?

Bishop knows the guy
from somewhere.

She's trying to
figure out why.

Soon as you can, mcgee.

Yeah.

Don't look at me.

Just do it.

Is everything okay?
What took so long?

The air marshal,
where'd he go?

He's, um... The
charging station.

Nothing I'm gonna tell gibbs
until we're sure about this guy.

Sure about what?
Well, that joke
I told back there.

It's like jake
with chinatown.

Anybody named beers

Would be sick to death
of a joke like that.

That guy acted like
he never heard it before.

Someone having no sense of humor
won't get you probable cause.

Until we hear back from mcgee,
that's cause enough for me.

Mind if I get abby
in the loop?
Do it.

(phone keypad beeping)

(click)

Beers. Beers. Hey, beers.

Hey, come here, beers.

Beers palmer. Huh?

That's different.

Do you want your kid
to like you?

Gibbs:
Anything on the air marshal?

Whoa. You know about this guy?

Mcgee's got the name,
you got

The picture--
what's the big secret?

Didn't want you to know
that they blew his cover.

And why did I
just tell you that?

And why do you know that?
Abby:
Because he's very, very nosy.

So far, no hits on
facial recognition.

Mcgee:
Abby, hey...

Whoa. Boss.

Mcgee?

He knows, tim.

I talk too much.

That your guy's info?

Yeah, just, uh...

Just came in.

Abby, check
your in-box, please.

Uh, I just sent you
his I.D. Photo.
Oh. Great.

Facial comparison
should get us somewhere.

Mcgee:
Michael beers, 41,
retired marine.

Air marshal since 2010.
Lives up in syracuse.

Wife and two kids.
Abby:
I'm digging

This guy's glasses.

Those would be cute
on you, gibbs.

I mean, not that

Squinting isn't totally

Super cute on you, too.

I checked his accounts,
boss-- he's got

An open credit card at a motel
about a mile from here.

Never checked out?
Not yet, anyway.

Well, okay,
red flag city here.

As much as these two look alike,
the key markers--

It's definitely not a match.

Well, who's that at the airport?
I don't know.

But whoever it is,

It's not air marshal
mike beers.

All right, boss.

You got it;
we won't.

Won't what? Why couldn't
that be on speaker?

Gibbs doesn't want to alert
the innocent bystanders

That our friend over
there is an imposter.

Jake:
You were right.

We were both right.
Then who is he?

Not a clue.

All we know is he's got a gun,
maybe worse.

Gibbs says he's got
a backup unit on the way.

We don't make any moves
until they get here.

I'm gonna let mcgee know.

I can't believe you
do this every day.

Well, not every day,
and not like this.

You sure we're not
too conspicuous?

Not if we stand here like we're
just talking to each other.

We are talking to each other.

You two with ncis?
I am.

Special agent
ellie bishop.

And I'm jake malloy.
Lieutenant
janet lewis.

Now, where is this
alleged imposter?

He just went
into the men's room.

Calm and cool.
Secure this whole area.

No one enters
until I say.

Not quite the cavalry
we were expecting.

Yeah, well, I expected
to be home right now

Getting my cranberries started,
but we can't have everything.

You have your
service weapons?

Oh, not me. I'm a-an
attorney, with nsa.

Attorneys stand
over there, please.

Be careful.

I will be.

Adorable. Okay, now,
let's keep our weapons

Out of sight until
we get in there.

Last thing we want to do
is panic this crowd.

Can't we just evacuate
this terminal?

What's the last
thing we want?

No panic. Right.
Okay, is the tutorial over?

Let's get in there.

(clears throat softly)

(whispers):
Out of here.

Beers, is that you?

It's janet lewis, beers.

You haven't been answering your
phone. Everything all right?

Beers?

Oh, my god.

Lewis:
You're right, that's not beers.

But it sure looks like him.

He's not anybody anymore.

Looks like a stab wound.

All right,
it's time

To shut down the airport.
Not a problem.

We've been unofficially shut
down for the last 20 minutes.

No vehicles in or out
until this storm ends.

His gun's gone, tony.

(exhales)
great.

With an airport
full of cranky passengers,

A dead fake air marshal,
and his killer

Somewhere on the loose,
with a knife and a gun.

Anybody else

Feel like
they're playing "clue"?

(camera clicking)

Unbelievable.

These shots will be coming to
you from jake's phone, mcgee.

We'll send them to ducky, too.

I think he's gonna be busy
for a while.

"and it ain't a fit night out
for man nor beast."

Yet I'm the one who had
to get out and push
the van, shakespeare.

That was w.C. Fields,
mr. Palmer,

In the fatal glass of beer.

(like fields):
And I predict
you will be

Pushing it again
on the way back.

You carry
crime scene gloves now, too?

Well, it's become
kind of a habit.

No I.D. On him, mcgee,

Other than the air
marshal credentials.

If I had your crime scene gizmo,
I could get his prints.

Do you have any adhesive tape
and baby powder handy?

Wait, hold on, bishop.

Yeah. Killer took
his credentials but not this.

Driver's license, cash,

Credit cards--
it's all there.

What are you thinking?
He wasn't looking to play
air marshal very long.

Just long enough to go
to the airport to do
what he needed to do.

Whatever that was,
he was obviously killed
before he got the job done.

Unless his job was to kill beers
and take his identity.

And deliver his weapon
to the airport.

But deliver it to who?

Lewis:
And why?

Why would someone deliver a gun
just to end up dead himself?

Honor among thieves?
That's not really a thing.

Beers was a good man.

But our tsa screeners don't know
every air marshal on sight.

New ones come through here
every day.

At least now we know
what all the chatter was about.

But whoever's
got the gun

Is outside, waiting to use it.

So we start
searching passengers.

That's one sure way

To force our killer's hand.

I was thinking
of a less violent idea.

He had to walk
right past us

In the eight minutes
we were waiting outside.

We have a surveillance camera
pointed right at that door.

Be right back, bishop.

Okay, tony.

I never should have doubted you.

Well, you didn't.
You're helping me.

No, I-I mean before--
when you said...

This guy was suspicious.

I just thought I knew him.

I still don't know why.

Grab his arm.
What?

Yeah, just don't
touch his skin.

Oh.

(whispers):
Perfect.

Bandage?
Right here.

Okay...

I can't get over your... Speed.

(chuckles):
You used to spend months

Researching, analyzing,
planning--

Now you just... Go.

Jake, I'm still the same person.

The same person having
a conversation over a dead body.

Mcgee:
You guys know
I'm still here, right?

Any luck on those prints?

Bishop:
Uh, yeah.

We got one, mcgee.

Sending it straight to abby.

Lewis:
Is that what I think it is?

Tony:
Low-tech but effective.

Who's lead officer
on this wing?

Uh... I'm real sorry,
lieutenant.

I don't know
how we missed that.

Well, the good news is, there
are other cameras pointed

In this direction--
we just have to look
at that footage.

Restrooms stay closed
until we can an m.E. Here.

And no one leaves until
I check surveillance.
Yes, ma'am.

All right, let's go.
Go?

No. We got this.

No, clearly,
you're shorthanded.

I appreciate your help,
agent dinozzo,

But airport surveillance
is for tsa

And our eyes only.

That's homeland's rules,
not mine.

Excuse me. Excuse me.
Look, delays are bad enough,

But now the bathrooms?

Do you know who I am?

Woman:
There's something going on here,

And you are not telling us.

Passenger just had
a medical issue in there.
Man: Excuse me.

I'm a doctor. Can I help?
Ah.

Thank you, doctor.
No, we've got

Everything
under control.

That's a sharp suit.
Kudos to your tailor.

But... Everyone, can
I have your attention?

Thank you
for your patience,

But we do have a
medical emergency,
so in the spirit

Of the holiday, can we all
just have a good wish--

Woman:
Give it a rest, you pretty boy!
Doctor: Excuse me,

I don't think
that's necessary.

You cram it, too!

Appreciate the help, doc.

Everybody, can we
just clear out of this area?

There is another restroom
under the stairs to the left.

What's going on
out here?

Angry mob
getting angrier.

And somebody's
still packing.

There you are.

City roads are bad enough--

That our fake
air marshal?
I.D.'d from the fingerprint

Facial recognition
came up empty for a reason.

This guy is
a notorious chameleon.

Well, it would explain why
bishop found him familiar,
but not familiar enough.

Norman dopps.
Name rings a bell.
Maybe because

He comes up
on our most wanted updates

Every week.

He's this go-to
jack-of-all-trades

For organized crime families
and drug cartels

And other horrible people
that can afford him.

Any terrorist affiliation?
Probably...

The only thing
that's not on his record. Why?

Chatter may not
be about him.

Mcgee:
Not so fast, boss.

Chatter's changed again.

Look at this.

On it, gibbs.
We'll call you back.

I knew I'd seen his face before;
the most wanted updates.

I check them religiously.

Well, I guess I'm
only mildly religious.

What did gibbs
say, tony?

Homeland now thinks
it's an assassination plan.

Assassination of who?

This guy?
Tony: No.

He was delivering the gun
to an assassin

Who is likely sitting
out there right now.

Well, then they should just
shut down the terminal
and question everybody.

And let it happen again
somewhere else?

No dice.

We got a locked room
full of suspects

Out there, inspector poirot.

Yeah, and if the target's
out there, too,

It's got to be someone
on an incoming flight.

Mcgee's running manifests
right now, but...

(phone rings)

Oh. There he is.

Well, that was fast,
mcgenius.

Hey. Manifests are on their way.
In the meantime,

Gibbs wants to keep
an extra set of eyes on you.

But security at the airport

Won't let us access
their surveillance.

Yeah. They're very touchy
about their cameras around here.

Yeah, so much
for interagency cooperation.

Well, uh, look, if a camera's
what's needed, maybe, uh...

Maybe this'll do.

On three.

One, two...

(grunts)

Rest there, mr. Beers.
We'll get back to you shortly.

Bishop's photos
from the airport.

Yeah, let's take a look
at this imposter.

(electrical crackling, buzzing)

Whoa.

Is that me?
Most likely the storm

Wreaking havoc
with the power grid.

Well, we still
have power.
Yeah, well,

Let's work quickly, mr. Palmer,
while we still can.

Abby said our dead
fake air marshal's name

Is norman dopps.

Norman.

There's a name, huh?
Well, the normans
were vikings.

They settled on part
of the coast of France.

Yes, on what one day would
become known as normandy.
See, now,

That history is great,

But I just couldn't do it
to the little guy.

Norman is
a bit too psycho- ish.

You could always
shorten it to norm.

Norm? Norm!

Nah, see, I'd have
to fight the urge to
give the kid a beer.

(beeping)
oh.

Here we go.

Ducky:
Ah. Murder on the lavatory.

Bishop sent these
in the second e-mail.

Yeah, it's quite a...

Nasty and narrow puncture wound.

From a plastic knife,
or something that could
get past security?

No, no, no, no, no.

Something stronger,
to pierce the rib cage.

A nylon dagger.

Or carbon fiber, perhaps.

And based on the incision,

It seems to have been twisted,
twisted on entry.

For maximum damage.

Mm, clearly,

How soon till we get these
up to jethro?

Oh... I can bring them
on my tablet.

Do you know the meaning
of the name jethro?

Ah, there would be
some large shoes to fill.

But what's
in a name, mr. Palmer?

"that which we call a rose,
by any other name

Would smell as sweet."

That is shakespeare, right?
No, no, no.

It's w.C. Fields again.
Oh.

He had a million of 'em.

(quiet chuckle)

How's that angle for you, tim?
Can you see?

It's the west side entrance
to the terminal.

Yeah, a little higher, jake?

Higher. Hm. Okay.

Jake: How's that?
That's good. Not bad.

He's adorable,
and he's tech-savvy.

Yeah, that'll work, jake.
Thank you.

Ducky: Not my first body
on a toilet, jethro,

But always
a disturbing sight.

Single blade
to the left of the manubrium.

I'd wager that his heart
was pierced in a single thrust.

Jimmy: Do you need help?
Abby: Yeah, is there
anything we can do?

Yeah. You can help mcgee
go through the manifest.

Both of you--
names and faces. Duck,

Take a look at the crowd--
looking for anything

Or anyone that
doesn't look right.

At an airport?
Let me count the ways.

All right, we've only got
outgoing flights so far.

Basic passenger info's
printed on there,

Along with
passport photos.

So our killer's
in the mix?

Likely, under an alias.

Mcgee, what is the holdup
on those manifests?

Well, systems are down
everywhere, boss.

Every airline and agency's
backed up.

I don't care.
Our killer's target

Could be on one
of those inbound flights.

I'll keep calling.
Abby: On the
bright side,

It looks like the snow's
starting to let up.

Geez, when you're looking
for bad guys...

They all look
like bad guys.

Bishop: Well, it's letting up
out there.
Oh, finally, some relief.

Yet I don't feel
relieved. What?

What are you doing?
Surveillance
gave us nothing.

Oh, wait, not true--
I got to watch

Your initial takedown
of our fake air marshal.

Very stealthy.
If you search these people,

You risk cornering our killer--
that could end very badly.

Which is the same fight I just
had with homeland, and lost.

With three flights low on fuel
and coming in for landings,

They want this missing gun
found right now.

Three flights landing?
Jake: We didn't know
anything about that.

Ticket agent: Ladies and
gentlemen, we're happy

To report some good news.

Tower confirms one runway
has now been cleared

To allow landings
from incoming flights

From london,
athens and brussels.

What does that
do for us?

How much longer
do we have to wait?

The first flight
should be touching down

In about 15 minutes!

Thanks again for your patience.

Bishop (sighs):
Well,

So much for not forcing
our gunman's hand.

Couldn't get any more
interesting.

You have no idea.

Tony's dad is
on that london flight.

Come on.

Figure it out.

Who's the target on the plane?
Who's the hit man?

Let's talk possible
hit people first.

We have
a joseph mcbride.

He's 49,
from springfield, virginia.

He's a lobbyist
for a chemical company.

Next.

Jimmy: Ruth potts,
62, fairfax,

Retired schoolteacher,

Who wouldn't hurt a fly,
obviously.

Just look
at that sweet lady.

Next.

Thanks. Boss, I got 'em.

Inbound flights
arriving to dulles tonight.

Okay, divvy 'em up.

Deal me in as well.

Significant enough to warrant
killing a federal air marshal.

Lewis (over p.A.):
Ladies and gentlemen,
due to the extended delay,

Tsa is now required to perform
a second routine screening.

We apologize
for any inconvenience,

But we'll begin
with calgary flight 3184.

If those passengers could calmly
line up over there, please?

Thank you.

Tsa isn't saying anything
about landing order, gibbs.

They're all low on fuel, so...

It's first come, first serve.
Stay alert, bishop.

We're watching.

Okay.

Potts: What are they going
to ask us to do next?

Somebody's really
gonna get hurt.

Maybe they should've just
shut down the terminal.

And miss catching
professor plum red-handed

In the conservatory
with the wrench?

Don't tell me
you're enjoying this.

You know the nsa, sweetheart--
we don't get out much.

London, brussels, athens...

Speaking of brussels--
fun fact:

The brussels sprout--
americans like to drop the "s"

And just say
"brussel," but...
Jimmy.

Ducky:
Put a sock in it, mr. Palmer.

Find the target, people.

Let's go,
let's go.

Come on.

Lewis: Ladies and gentlemen,
we will now be re-screening

Paris flight 8247.

Man:
Why screen us twice?

It's not like any of us
have gone anywhere.

Doctor: I know, but it
only took a minute.

Miss, can I
give you a hand?

Thank you for helping me.

Wait a minute.
Wait a minute.

You got something, abbs?
The london flight.

Two colombian federal agents
and an unnamed third party.

Scheduled to deplane
at dulles, and then

Connect on a later flight
to bogotá.

Opportunity. Mcgee.

Working on it.

Opportunity, agent gibbs?

Two feds and an
unnamed party.

Got to be a foreign leader,
protected witness or fugitive.

All possible targets
for someone.

That changing flights at dulles
would be a vulnerable moment

And the killer's one chance
to exact revenge.

Mcgee:
It's a great catch, abbs.

They're escorting hector gomez,

A high-level member
of cartel dominguez.

Wanted for the murder
of a rival cartel dealer.

Gomez was captured hiding out
in wales, of all places.

Colombian authorities were
extraditing him this morning.

Gibbs:
That outgoing flight to bogotá,

Do we have a manifest?

Must have been
a private charter.

Who in that terminal
is colombian?

Tell me about recent trips
to south america,

Cross-referencing dea and cia.

That's a needle
in a haystack.

Ducky: A haystack controlled
by the world's

Most dangerous drug cartel.

(dialing phone)

(sighs) hey, so, are those
your fancy flying pajamas,

Or just your everyday casuals?

Dude, I'm not
getting re-screened.

Uh-huh. Why's that?
What...

Don't.

That's not mine.

Go get re-screened.

Dude.

Um, it's the london
flight, tony.

Our killer is
waiting for it.
Who's the target?

Hector gomez.
Who?

Ticket agent (over p.A.):
Ladies and gentlemen,
we're pleased

To announce the arrival
of flight 3182

From london,
now de-boarding at gate 212.

You got anything?

Who knew so many people
travelled through colombia?

Wait. Who was that?
Back it up.

That is alberto velez,

52 years old,

Born in santo domingo.
Who is that?

Gibbs:
Abby, get rid of his beard.

Lighten his hair.
Clean him up.

I get it. I totally know
where you're headed.

Cross-reference him
with the terminal crowd.

(beep)

Got him.

I'm gonna have to ask you folks

To clear this area
here, please.
Thank you.

Excuse me.
Lana, is it?

I'm afraid you
can't let anyone

Off that plane.
They've been circling

For hours.

I only take orders from tsa.

Tell her, ellie.
What's this all about?

Have you found
a gun yet?

No, but we're
not done screening.

Well, unless you want an
assassination on your hands,

You're gonna move that plane
to another gate.

This is the only gate
that's cleared,

And the plane's
already de-boarding.

Oh, no.

(electronic chime)

Man (over p.A.):
Ladies and gentlemen, we are now
oh, yes.

Pleased to announce the arrival
of flight 3182 from london,

Now deplaning at gate 212.

Esto es para ti, gomez!
Esto es para ti!

(panicked shouts, screaming)

Ah, lookie here.

Dr. Dapper in the men's room
with the carbon fiber knife.

Happy thanksgiving.

(wind whistling)

(chuckles)

How we doing, mcgee?

Good, boss.

Bishop and jake
made their flight.

And I actually
got a text from tony.

Apparently, senior...

Missed his flight from london
and neglected to tell him.

Jimmy: So tony didn't
have to be there?

Nope. But he's gonna
go back tomorrow.

Senior--
he never disappoints.

And as for our giving thanks,
would anyone care to join me

For a celebratory cocktail?

(sighs)
on me, of course.

Oh, then I'm in.
Me, too.

Me three!
Me three! Gibbs?

No, wait.

Before that...

I have a better idea.

Snow angels.

I'll give you one.

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