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Carla Marino, matriarch of the biggest

organized crime family in the mid west.

If you ever go anywhere near Melinda

or her daughter again, I will personally

see to it that that is the last thing that you ever do.

Alden, I have missed this.

You got to be kidding me.

This is who you want to hitch your wagon to?

I'm done.

- Don't. - That was the FBI.

The real agent Ford was found shot dead.

Carla is the head of nexus.

All her rivals in one place.

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

Who's this lovely lady?

Carla Marino.

Hi. Roman Parker, Alden's dad.

Don't ever come here again.

You killed my son.

Killing me isn't gonna change anything.

I'm not gonna kill you, Alden.

That'd be too easy.

Come on.

No!

President Carter has announced...

Denver.

This one was always my favorite.

Really?

Damn it, Alden.

First hubcaps, now Grand Theft Auto?

You collecting charges like merit badges?

You want to talk about merit badges?

You disappear for half a year,

a-and drop in with rules and lectures

like it means something and y-you think I'm the problem?

- Look around. - Every time we move,

every time you ship out,

y-you just expect me to pick up the pieces.

It's you and your precious Navy.

You chose a uniform over your own kid.

I'm sorry you feel that way.

You really think you're the only one who hates moving?

You fooled me, admiral kiss-ass.

Dad's raising two kids alone and serving his country.

But sure, let's make it about you.

He's not bulletproof, aldie.

- Don't call me that. - Your actions

are hurting dad more than you know.

And the worst part?

You won't understand that...

till it's too late.

Till it's too late.

Parker, I'm so sorry.

So am I.

But it's too late.

Well, it's Carla's shade.

And her style. Calculated and cruel.

She wanted Parker to suffer.

Well, she got her wish.

And we helped.

We pushed to work with Carla.

Parker warned us, but we didn't know what she was capable of.

We knew. We just didn't want to believe it.

Well, then we make it right. We find her.

So, she took Parker hostage and then let him walk.

Smart money says that she took that time to flee the country.

Except preliminary time of death

puts her here two hours ago.

She can still be close.

What's her next move?

Assuming that Parker doesn't have

any more family in the greater D.C. area?

His sister works at the Pentagon,

but even Carla knows better

than to go after a three-star admiral.

What about Carla's granddaughter...

the one she tried to kidnap last year?

Lauren Jacobs.

Protection detail's already at her apartment.

Maybe we should join them.

Just in case Carla shows up.

You think she'd be that careless?

I want her to be.

All I need is one shot.

Well, you'll have to get in line to take it.

Right after Parker.

Based on what he did to this innocent television,

I think he's got big plans for the queen of Kansas City.

- Good. - Really?

When was the last time anything good

came from an agent running hot?

You know, maybe-maybe Parker will be okay.

Last I saw him, he was...

You know, holding it together.

For now.

How long do we really think that's gonna last?

Parker, hold up.

That my bowling bag?

That's, it's all I could find.

Packed a few of your things in here...

toiletries, change of clothes. Nick

wanted me to give you the spare key to his townhouse.

You sending me to bed, McGee?

Well, your place is a crime scene, and it's late.

Knight's worried about you.

We're all worried about you.

Afraid I'm not thinking straight?

- It's more than understandable. - You can relax.

- My thinking is fine. - All right, good.

Glad to hear it because we have this, okay?

Bolos are out. Transit's flagged.

Task forces are up in all directions.

You're running the playbook.

- Worked before. - Not on Carla.

If you want to catch her, you don't follow the book,

you flip the table.

How do we do that? It's not like we can

shut down every travel route across the eastern seaboard.

Can't we?

My god.

Multiple bomb threats were just called in.

Dozens of them, all at major transit hubs.

Guess someone shut down the eastern seaboard.

Parker?

What did you do?

Okay. Got it. Thank you.

That was threat number 37.

Thankfully, all smoke, no fires.

Well, the smoke is working. It's keeping Carla in the country.

Yeah, and burying homeland in the process.

26 airports, four train stations, one cruise terminal.

- No way to trace the source? - Not cleanly.

Someone knew exactly how to cover their tracks.

Someone who loves, pastries and hates red tape.

- This was reckless. - Bold.

And effective.

Homeland just flagged an SUV matching Carla's.

- Where? - Abandoned outside a terminal at Dulles.

- No cameras. No Carla. - Well, that's a lead.

- I want custody of that SUV now. - That won't be happening.

Excuse me?

Homeland has jurisdiction over that vehicle.

They will process it.

Well, they got their hands full.

And whose fault is that?

Calling in bomb threats?

Go home, Parker. You're too close.

Which is exactly why I'm staying.

Then go home because you're too dangerous.

That's funny, director,

'cause that's exactly what I said about working with Carla.

Too dangerous, and you said nothing.

You're grieving, Alden. Go home.

Before one of us says something that we can't take back.

Parker.

Aren't those usually pink?

It's a Pentagon number. A direct line.

I figured admiral Parker

would want to hear the news from family.

Yeah, well, clearly, you don't know my sister.

Single nine-millimeter.

Clean entry, clean exit. No surprises.

Well, one surprise. Not exactly case-related, though.

You mean Parker unloading on Vance

in the middle of the squad room?

Okay, two surprises. I was talking about Parker's sister.

I didn't know she was an admiral.

Vice admiral Harriet Parker.

Roman's mentioned her a few times.

Yeah, Parker never does.

Yeah, I feel like

there's a whole iceberg underneath that one.

Speaking of submerged Parker family drama...

No, no, Jimmy, we talked about this.

Okay, no, no. Parker asked me to look into his mom.

Yes, to find her grave.

The coroner's report

and the death certificate don't match.

It could be a clerical error.

But you think that somebody is hiding something.

I don't know what I think.

And that is why I'm suggesting that you just

- keep this to yourself. - But now...

No, now there's even more reason to not bring this up.

I feel like this is something that Parker should hear.

- And he will. - Good.

- Eventually. - Jess, you know

my track record with keeping secrets.

Jimmy, please. Please try.

Because right now.

Parker's barely hanging on as it is, okay?

He is just telling himself over and over again

to stay focused and to stay useful

because if he stops, even for a second, he is gonna feel it.

And I'm not just talking about the loss,

he's gonna feel the guilt.

That quiet voice inside that says,

"you should have stopped it. You could have stopped it."

You know that voice.

Yes, and I am pretty good at putting things inside of a box

and moving on. But this?

The thought of losing a parent?

Yeah, suddenly that box doesn't seem so watertight.

And it doesn't even make sense

because I barely knew Parker's dad.

Yeah, that doesn't matter. He's family.

Come here, come on.

That was fast.

Carla's SUV just showed up in our evidence garage.

I thought homeland had it.

Parker's pushing his luck.

First bomb threats, now Grand Theft Auto?

Technically, it's not theft.

Chain of custody is still legally intact.

How? Parker bypassed homeland, dodged protocol,

and dropped it at our doorstep.

- Yeah, call it a "creative transfer." - I call her a baller move.

- Yeah, one that could get us fired. - Starting with Parker.

This vehicle was on a secure lot.

Not that secure.

Effective immediately,

NCIS is being relieved of this investigation.

All leads, evidence, and active security details,

including Carla Marino's granddaughter,

will be handed over to the FBI.

But we need as many eyes on Carla as possible.

We don't know what she's planning next.

And the last thing we need is Parker

turning a manhunt into a massacre.

Yes, sir. I'll coordinate with the agent in charge.

No, you won't.

- Are we being benched? - Reassigned.

To sit on Parker, track his every move,

and keep him the hell away from this case.

So, quick question, since the SUV's already here,

do I process it?

Or do I pack it all up and then

book a flatbed and waste time and taxpayer money?

Process it, Ms. Hines,

and then ship every panel, speck, and fiber.

Copy that.

Personal vendettas are not worth jeopardizing the hunt

for a wanted terrorist and murderer. Understood?

Director... Understood?

Yes, sir.

Let me guess, Vance sent you to babysit me.

- He did. - Predictable.

But that's not why we're here.

Autopsy report.

Jimmy fast-tracked it.

I've been going through security logs,

transit hubs, trying to find where

Carla might've slipped through.

And, these are from that weird place on 8th.

They're French or something.

You sure you want to do this?

All right.

Let's get to work.

Okay,

so we've been through the mass transit logs twice.

So, if Carla ran, she did it barefoot

- through the shadows. - Or she's still here,

waiting for the heat to die down.

It's, like, incredible.

- Found Parker's hand soap? - Yeah, it's like

almond with a hint of sage?

Classy for a hideout.

Yeah, last time we all went rogue,

Gibbs's cabin, there was no hand soap.

Or running water.

Well, don't knock it.

If Vance catches on to us, that cabin might be plan b.

You know what? We're not the only ones who might need

a backup plan here.

News is reporting multiple shootouts.

All in cities run by crime families

that Carla tried to bomb.

I guess "forgive and forget" wasn't in the cards.

They're turning on nexus.

They're hitting supply hubs, warehouses.

Burning down a haystack, trying to find the needle.

Civilians are getting caught in the crossfire.

This is what Vance was warning us about.

We're not just chasing Carla. We're stopping a bloodbath.

Ooh. That's kasie's

forensics report from Carla's SUV.

Wow, that's really nice soap.

Yeah, you know, I know we're down a plasma here,

so how about I just give you guys the highlights?

Cool? All right.

Let's see. Kasie found in the SUV

residue in the footwells... still testing...

and an FBI ID in the glove box, left behind by

- agent Ford. - Fake agent Ford.

- Right. Killed the real one. - Fake agent,

fake ID. Look at that hologram.

- It's misprinted. - That's bad work.

I know the bad guy who did it.

- Friend of yours? - A forger from my undercover days.

He can point us to Ford.

Ford points us to Carla.

- Torres and I will find the forger. - Do it.

I-I-I don't get it. The car was clean.

No-no prints, no plates.

How did, how did they trace it back to me?

Was it the fireworks?

Fireworks? What are you even talking about?

No, s-somebody must have sold me out.

I bet it was dad.

Dad's in the hospital.

- What? - That's why I'm here.

- Wh-what happened? - He had a heart attack.

A heart attack? He-he's 39.

Which is why they think he's gonna be okay.

This time.

That's... that's not fair, Harry. This isn't my fault.

Don't call me that. And you think this helps dad?

Y-You think the stress is nothing?

He already lost mom.

Now, every time the phone rings,

he wonders if he's losing you, too.

So what?

You came all the way down here just to lay a guilt trip on me?

Dr. Palmer?

Yeah, just a second.

Sorry about that. How can I...

- Vice admiral. - Harriet Parker.

Jimmy Palmer. It's nice to finally put a name to the stars.

Your office called about your father's personal effects.

Only because my brother won't pick up a phone.

No travel mug?

I only handle what was on the body.

The other items are still being processed.

It was old, covered in Navy stickers.

Your father's? He must've been so proud.

Both of his kids serving their country.

My brother couldn't have worn the uniform

- even if he wanted to. - His juvie record.

We have heard the stories.

No. Not all of them.

Well, it's a good thing that was a long time ago.

People do change.

Some do.

And others just stay stuck in the same loop.

Thank you, doctor.

Ma'am.

If you'd like a moment alone...

your father's body's in 206.

Not today.

He's late.

Only an hour.

You look hangry.

Want a tot?

What I want is a lead

and not a forger who ghosts federal agents.

You know, I should have arrested him

years ago when I had the chance.

- Why didn't you? - The less time I spend

with the guy, the better. The guy creeps me out.

- Anything in particular? - It's hard to say.

It's like he spent high school in a basement

while everybody else had a life.

Early Mark Zuckerberg?

Hoodie. Computer glow.

That's it.

Finally. That's him.

That is not zuck.

Wasn't thrilled about meeting in public,

especially with him.

But you make it worth the risk, Bella.

Fernando.

This guy.

Jess. Thanks for making the time.

- More like wasting it. - No time's wasted when spent

in such charming company.

Okay.

Well, there is something that would charm

this company even more.

Information.

- Who'd you make it for? - Clearly, your partner

has no experience with foreplay.

- Name. - You have a unique beauty, Bella.

Chinese father, American mother?

- Okay, that's it. You're under arrest. - For what?

For making a piece of plastic?

For being a creepy.

And that piece of plastic

got two federal agents killed.

It's true. So,

how about we skip the foreplay and just get

- to the main event? - Who is he?

I don't have a real name.

- You know how this business works. - Where'd you meet

- the client? - Now, Bella's asking the right question.

And Bella would like the right answer.

He picked the spot.

23rd and Lexington.

I hand off.

- I don't ask any questions. - That's not a lot

- to go off of, Fernando. - Well,

maybe I can give you more over dinner?

Wow, really?

Playful.

I like playful.

- Bella. - I'm sorry, but FBI gets the first date.

They're on their way.

Kasie?

Hey.

Hey, can I come in here, or...?

All right.

Mi lab cerrado es tu lab cerrado.

Why is your, lab cerrado at all?

Vance.

The director works in mysterious ways,

and I don't want him looking into our mysterious ways.

Wait, that's why you didn't email me the ballistics report?

You're worried Vance is monitoring our communications?

Legally, he could.

It's in the handbook that nobody reads.

But this isn't about Vance. It's about Parker.

His dad was shot with a nine-millimeter sig sauer.

- That much we knew, yeah. - What we didn't know:

Striations match a weapon registered to NCIS.

Parker's weapon. The one that Carla took

when she kidnapped him.

She used Parker's own gun against his dad?

Wow, that's cold.

My guess? She's trying to get inside Parker's head.

Make him carry what she's been carrying.

Her son's death. She's been living with the guilt,

- now she wants to return the favor. - And I figure,

maybe we don't give her the chance.

All right, tell me that is something

less depressing.

Okay, residue from Carla's SUV:

Sawdust and animal fat.

- Classic combo. - For what?

Butcher shop, slaughterhouse,

really sketchy petting zoo.

You know what? Pull up a map.

23rd and Lexington?

Fernando the forger's drop spot?

Okay, right there. Three blocks away?

- Whitmore meat company. - "Proudly serving"

- "-the best of kc in D.C." - Kansas City...

that could be a front or a hideout.

Two and a half stars? Definitely not the place to grab lunch.

Yeah, forget grabbing lunch.

This could be our chance to grab Ford.

We really think that fake Ford

is hiding in a meat shop?

I have no idea.

But that box truck across the street's

been idling for way too long.

Driver keeps eyeballing the shop.

- Maybe waiting -for curbside delivery? - Stay sharp.

So, listen... Is this really where you want to be?

I mean, I get it, the hunt helps.

But it's not the only thing that might.

Don't say "family."

Family?

I'm with family.

And one that doesn't grade on a curve.

Sounds like there's a story there.

Yeah, a short one.

She followed the rules, made all the sacrifices,

wore the uniform.

You wear a badge.

Not the same thing. Not to her.

You both just lost your father.

Feels like a good time to call a truce.

Losing him just makes it easier to point the finger.

You think she blames you?

She doesn't have to.

Heads up.

It's Ford.

Get ready.

We got movement. I see a gun.

Move.

- Federal agents! - Everyone down!

- Move! - Go! Move! Move!

Against the wall! Get down!

Get him to the truck!

Down, down! Everybody down!

Get in and drive!

Director.

I take it you saw our preliminary report.

I did. I just didn't see the part

that explains what the hell NCIS was doing here.

We were following orders by following Parker.

He led us here, we saw agent Ford

and walked into a cross fire.

Best guess, the gunmen were with one of the five families

- hunting Carla Marino. - Okay, that explains them.

What explains Parker?

I was hungry.

Really?

Lunch, so soon after breakfast at the diner?

- I skipped breakfast. - FBI says

that someone tipped them about a wanted forger

handcuffed to a table.

Lucky them.

Hoagie?

Vance. Go.

Guess he's not hungry.

Poking the bear wasn't enough?

You have to feed it now?

More heat on me, less on the team.

You didn't tell him how we found agent Ford.

Well, technically, we haven't found him.

Well, not yet, but the truck should be easy to follow.

Don't tell me you stuck your phone to it.

Please. I'm reckless, not stupid.

I used my key chain tracker.

- During the shooting? - After I saved a damsel in distress.

Come on.

Hey, torres, maybe next time

slap a phone under the truck or something.

Key trackers aren't exactly GPS-friendly.

Too bad you're reckless, not stupid.

Can you give us something, kasie?

Ha! There you are.

Key chain's in the middle of an abandoned

water treatment plant.

Nothing but rust and runoff.

Middle of nowhere, lots of space.

No one can hear you scream.

- They're working Ford over. - Yeah, or worse.

So... what now?

They stole him, we steal him back.

Please tell me that's a metaphor,

because Vance is not gonna buy another public firefight.

Stealing used to be my thing,

and I never caused collateral damage.

I just need some smoke and mirrors.

That didn't sound like a metaphor.

Come on, agent Ford.

- Where's Carla? - I swear, I don't know.

She tried to kill the five families.

My cousin was in that room.

Carla targets family, she dies.

But you?

You can walk

if you tell me what she's setting up next.

What the hell was that?

That ain't gunfire.

Check it.

Fireworks?

What the...?

I-I don't see anybody.

Don't just stand there. Put it out.

Must be some punk kids.

Hey!

Still got it.

Thank god.

You all saved my life.

You didn't tell him?

Nope.

Tell me what?

I'm not your guardian angel.

I'm the other guy.

- I think I need a lawyer. - No problem.

Just give us a little time.

Meanwhile, whichever crime family owns this truck

is gonna be looking for it.

And they'll find it with you still inside.

You guys are feds.

You're supposed to protect me.

I mean, we'd rather get answers

and get you to a hospital.

Under federal custody, of course.

I don't know where Carla is.

I swear.

After the old man was killed, we split up.

The "old man"?

You mean my father?

I didn't shoot him. Carla did.

And you just watched?

I didn't know what she was gonna do.

I didn't know she still had your gun.

What did you say?

She kept your sig.

One minute, she's ranting about loose ends,

the next minute, bang.

Then she's gone.

- Where? - I don't know. I swear.

That's not good enough.

Parker.

Let him work.

She mentioned... a shipment.

Some last... Big score.

On a boat... Called the Quentin.

That's all I know.

Please...

I'm sorry, man.

Get him to an er. Call the FBI.

Hey.

So, Ford give us anything?

More than I got from my own team.

You held back ballistics. You knew Carla used my weapon.

Yeah, we did.

I don't need protecting, McGee!

Parker, right now I think maybe you do.

Listen, we know you're carrying a lot,

okay, but don't take it out on us.

You knew what you signed up for.

Yeah, and we signed up anyway.

Look, we have followed you this far

because we want to find Carla,

but we do not want to lose you along the way.

Do you get it?

I haven't slept in two days.

We know.

Why don't you go inside, try and get some rest, okay?

Let us do our job.

You call me the second

- you've got something. - We will.

We're doing the right thing.

By helping him or by sending him home?

Same thing if we're lucky.

Port registry just came in.

Ford wasn't lying. The Quentin is real.

- This beauty's flagged from Liberia? - Currently docked

outside Baltimore.

Manifest says it ships out tomorrow,

headed for new found land.

Doubt she's gonna make it past Delaware bay.

So, Carla's really hitching a ride on this

floating tetanus shot?

No first-class cabins, no nexus connection.

Doesn't fit.

A trawler with tidy paperwork.

It's too sloppy.

Well, Ford said this ship was, a "last big score."

Drugs? More dirty bombs?

Maybe Carla set up Ford to give us bad intel.

Keep us chasing shadows?

- A head fake. - Well, whatever it is,

we'd better find out before this bucket sets sail.

I'm flagging port security through an old contact.

Kasie's pulling logs off homeland's public feed.

Ooh. Staying off Vance's radar.

- I like it. - No one's yelled at us yet.

I'd like to keep it that way.

I'm gonna update Parker.

- You're really gonna call him? - I promised I would if we had something.

We don't know what we have.

Voicemail.

Maybe he is sleeping?

- Or still pissed. - Either way,

I say we give him a little more time.

We don't have time. Port security logs just came in.

The Quentin didn't stick to the schedule.

Homeland lifted travel bans an hour ago.

Ship's already left port.

- When? - She pulled out 25 minutes ago,

- headed for open waters. - Via chesapeake bay?

Last I checked, that's the only route to new found land.

Why?

Well, because I just pinged Parker's cell.

Either Parker's learned to walk on water...

Or he is already on that ship.

Maybe Parker's not on that boat.

Maybe he dropped his phone

and a seagull mistook it for a fish, right?

Picked it up, flew out over open waters,

and dropped it exactly 37.2 nautical miles out. Okay?

Stranger things have happened.

- Like Parker ditching his own team. - Exactly.

Yeah, a team that has had his back when no one else would.

A team that has done nothing but try and help him,

- try to protect him. - Maybe he's trying to protect us, too.

- Keep us out of his mess. - You know what?

That was Gibbs' excuse.

Didn't work then, pisses me off now.

Is this all port security has?

- This one angle? - It's the only angle we need.

If Parker got on that rust bucket, we'll see him.

Unless he beamed aboard to make our lives harder.

Cute. That'll kill at the federal inquiry.

Okay, if Parker's on that ship,

maybe that's a good thing, right?

Okay? He is chasing the best lead we have.

Yeah, no backup, no plan,

just emotional baggage and bravado.

What could go wrong?

What if Parker knows what he's doing?

No, no, no, I mean it this time.

If he boarded that ship,

that means Parker must have seen something,

something that we're missing.

I-I think you might be right.

If Parker saw what I'm seeing,

he definitely got on that ship.

Middle-aged blond, same height and same build.

Same pointed stilettos.

- And plenty of muscle. - Carla Marino.

So, how long have you known?

We, just found out. Came straight here.

But this intel didn't just fall into your lap.

There's another shoe.

Drop it.

Before Carla makes her next move.

We also believe that Parker is on that ship.

Boarded just before it left port about an hour ago.

You've been on this a lot longer than an hour.

I had hoped for better.

How long do we have before the Quentin

hits international waters?

Not long.

Parker alone with the woman who murdered his father.

Director, we can fix this.

No, agent McGee, we can't.

Well, then, we call in the cavalry.

Coordinate with joint ops center.

I'll notify the Navy.

Man, this is a joke.

I'm not a damn bellboy.

Can't believe she drags designer luggage

onto a fishing trawler.

Hey, come on. She's down here.

Thank you.

Just put it over there.

- Sure thing, boss. - When do we set sail?

The sooner the better.

Hey.

Who's there?

Stay here.

- Speed and course are steady. - No radio chatter.

If they know that Parker's on board,

- they're not showing it. - Not yet.

Either way, though, we're running out of water.

Parker's running out of time.

I'm trying to scramble helos out of Andrews,

get eyes on deck.

Maybe we can get a coast guard cutter to intercept.

Stand down.

Command and control is being relinquished

to Navy special operations.

Vice admiral Parker.

NCIS personnel,

follow the instructions from my team and then clear the room.

Terminate all NCIS computer feeds, establish dod links

and satellite tracking systems.

Director, is the admiral aware...

That my brother is on board?

Yes, agent McGee.

That's why I've taken control of the operation.

- Operation? - Yes. We have had

our eyes on the Quentin for several days.

Intelligence has confirmed

that it is moving weapons and personnel

tied to active threat networks.

And now NCIS intel places a known terrorist aboard.

- Carla Marino. - We think this woman killed your father.

- I'm aware. - Ma'am?

Priority transmission.

This is Parker.

Yes, sir.

We have been hailing the Quentin.

No response.

We're escalating.

I want air wing mission readiness confirmed now.

Air wing?

Hey, down this way.

God.

I hate ships.

Follow me.

Come on, come on.

Hey, did you hear that?

Let's check the other way.

Crap.

With respect, sir, I recommend holding.

Our window to de-escalate may not be entirely closed.

No, sir. The Quentin will breach territorial waters

in 90 seconds.

Copy, admiral.

Acknowledged.

Admiral?

The Quentin has been confirmed

a threat to national security.

My orders are clear...

to disable or destroy before it clears U.S. waters.

Destroy?

What, you're gonna blow it out of the water?

Carla Marino tried to detonate a dirty bomb on U.S. soil.

Command is not giving her a chance to try again.

Command, strike package is in position.

Yankee two confirms.

Admiral,

Carla may be on that ship, but so is your brother.

You cannot do this.

Director, I need time to think.

Restrain your team, or I will.

Chief?

Yankee one and two, command has transferred

weapons release authority to admiral Parker.

- Confirmed. - Yankee one is go for strike.

Yankee two is go for strike.

Yankee one and two, I am command.

- Admiral, please. - I have my orders.

That ship crosses the boundary, it is off our board.

We lose our shot.

Can we risk that?

We have to.

Give me another option.

Yankee one and two, you are cleared hot.

Fire.

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