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Previously on NCIS.

Carla Marino, matriarch of the biggest organized crime family in the Midwest.

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.

All done.

I have met the best. You gotta be kidding me. This is who you want to

wagon to? I'm done.

Don't.

That was the FBI. The real Asian Port was found shot dead. Carla is the head

Nexus. All her rivals in one place.

She's going to use that bomb to take them all out. Who's this lovely lady?

Carla Marino.

Roman Parker.

All is dead.

Don't ever come here again.

You killed my son.

Killing me isn't going to change anything. I'm not going to kill you

That'd be too easy.

Malden? Son?

Denver.

It was always my favorite.

Really?

Damn it, Malden.

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 and drop in with rules and lectures like it means

something, and you think I'm the problem?

Look around.

Every time we move, every time you ship out, you just expect me to pick up the

pieces. It's you and your precious navy.

You chose the uniform over your own kid.

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

Oh, you fool me, Admiral Kissass. Dad's raising two kids alone and serving his

country. But sure, let's make it about you.

He's not bulletproof, Albie. 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.

Parker.

Well, it's Carla 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. Oh, we knew.

We just didn't want to believe it. But 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 your next move? Assuming that Parker doesn't have any more family in

greater DC 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 details already at her apartment. Well, maybe we should join

just in case Carla shows up.

You think she'd be that careless?

Or why would it be?

All I need is one shot. Well, you have to get in line to take it.

Right after Parker. Based on what he did to the citizen 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 Parker will be okay. Last time I saw him, he was, you

holding it together.

For now.

How long do we really think that's going to last?

Parker, hold on.

Is that my bowling bag? That's all I can 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're sending me to bed, McGee? Well, your place is a crime scene, and it's

late. Nice to worry 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.

Very good.

Glad to hear it, because we have this, okay?

Bulls are out.

Transit's flagged. Task forces are up.

All directions.

You run in the playbook. Work 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

Can't we?

Oh, 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 thread number 37.

Thankfully, all smoke, no fires. No, the smoke is working. Keeping Carla in the

country. 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. 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 threat?

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, because 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.

Aren't those usually pink? It's a Pentagon number. A direct line.

I figured Admiral Parker would want to hear the news from Bentley.

Clearly you don't know my sister.

Single 9mm.

Clean entry, clean exit. No surprises.

Well, one surprise. Not exactly Kate's 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.

Romans mentioned her a few times.

Parker never does.

Yeah, I feel like there's a whole iceberg.

I don't need that one.

Speaking of submerged Parker family drama.

No, no, Jimmy, we talked about this.

Okay, and 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

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 that 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.

Please, please try.

Because right now, Parker is 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's going to feel it.

And I'm not just talking about the loss. He's going to feel like guilt.

That quiet voice inside that says, you should have stopped it. You could have

stopped it.

You know that voice?

Yes. and I'm pretty good at putting things inside of a box and moving on.

this?

The thought of losing a parent?

Suddenly that box doesn't seem so watertight.

It doesn't even make sense because I barely knew Parker's back. It doesn't

matter. He's family. Come on.

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

I thought Homeland had it.

Parker's poking his luck.

First bomb threats, now Grand Theft Auto? Technically, it's not theft.

Chain of custody is still legally in touch.

How? Parker bypassed Homeland Dodge Protocol and chopped at our doorstep.

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

You know, 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.

We need as many eyes on Carla as possible. We don't know what she's

next. And the last thing we need is Parker turning a manhunt into a

Yes, sir.

I'll coordinate with the agent in charge. No, you won't.

Are we being benched?

Reassigned.

Just sit on Parker, track his every move, and keep him the hell away from

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, spec, and fiber.

Copy that.

Personal vendettas are not worth jeopardizing the hunt for a wanted

and murderer.

Understood. Director.

Understood. Yes, sir.

Let me guess. Dan 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 what color I might have slept through. And these are from that

weird place, honey.

France or something.

You sure you want to do this?

All

right.

Let's get to work.

So, we've been through the mass transit logs twice.

So, if Carla ran, she did it barefoot through the shadows. Well, 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. You know, that thing we all went rogue. Gibbs' cabin.

There was no hand soap.

Or running water.

No dockets.

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

Carla tried to bomb.

I guess forgive and forget wasn't in the cards. Turning on Nexus, they're

hitting supply hubs, warehouses.

Working 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 casing

Carla, we're stopping a bloodbath.

Oh, that's Casey's forensics report from Carla's SUV.

Oh, wow, that's...

Really nice soap.

Yeah, you know, I know we're down on plasma here, so how about I just give

guys the highlights?

Cool? All right.

Let's see. Casey found in the SUV, residue in the footwell, still testing,

an FBI ID in the glove box left behind by Agent Ford. Fake Agent Ford.

Killed a 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 at the Ford.

Ford points. It's the car.

Towards the Nile, find the forger. Do it.

I don't get it. The car was clean. No prints. No place. How did they trace it

back to me? Was it the fireworks?

Fireworks?

What are you even talking about? Somebody must have sold me out.

I bet it was Dad.

Dad's in the hospital.

What? That's why I'm here.

What happened?

He had a heart attack.

A heart attack?

She's 39.

Which is why they think he's going to be okay.

This time.

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

You think this helps, Dad?

You think the stress is nothing?

He already lost Mom.

Now, every time the phone rings.

He wonders if he's losing you too.

To what?

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

Dr. Palmer?

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 effect.

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.

With old, covered in navy stickers.

Your father's.

He must have been so proud, both of his kids, serving their country.

My brother couldn't have worn the uniform even if he wanted to.

Oh, 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.

He's late.

Only an hour.

You look hangry.

What are you taught?

What I want is a lead, not a forger who goes to federal agents.

You know, I should have arrested him years ago when I had the chance. Why

you? The less time I spend with the guy, the better. That guy creeps me out.

Anything in particular?

It's hard to say. It's like he spent high school in a basement while

else had a life. Early Mark Zuckerberg, hoodie, computer glow.

Mm, that's it.

Finally.

That's him.

That did not suck.

Wasn't thrilled about meeting in public.

Especially with him.

But you make it worth the risk, Bella.

Fernando. Oh, this guy.

Oh.

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

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 a spot.

23 Lexington.

I hand off.

I don't ask any questions. That's not allowed to go off of, Fernando.

Well, maybe I can give you more over dinner.

Wow, really?

Oh, playful.

I like playful.

Bella. I'm sorry, but FBI gets the first date. They're on their way.

Casey?

Can I come in here?

Me lab Serato is too lab Serato.

Why is your lab Serato 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 a handbook that nobody reads. But this isn't about

Vance. It's about Parker.

His dad was shot with a 9mm Sig Sauer. That much we know, yeah. What we didn't

know is triations match a weapon registered to NCIS.

Parker's weapon. The one that Carla took when she kidnapped.

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 guild 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.

Hey, residue from Carla's SUV.

Thought it's an animal pet.

Classic combo.

For what?

Butcher shops, 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. Woodmore Meat Company. Proudly serving

best of KC and DC. Kansas City. That could be a friend or a hideout. Two and

half stars.

Definitely not the place to grab lunch. Don't forget grabbing lunch. This would

be our chance to wrap Ford.

You 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.

Grab a cute eyeball in the shop.

Maybe waiting for a curbside delivery?

Stay sharp.

Listen, uh, is this really where you want to be?

I mean, I get it. The hunt helped.

But it's not the only thing that might.

Don't say family.

Family? I'm with family.

One that doesn't grade on a curve.

Sounds like there's a story there.

A short one.

She followed the rules, made all the sacrifices, wore the uniform.

And you were a badge.

Not the same thing. Not to her.

We both just lost your father.

Feels like a good time to call it true.

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.

You ready?

We got movement.

I see a gun.

Move.

Battle of the Angels! Everyone down!

No! Move!

Get some more! Get down!

Director, I take it you saw our preliminary report. I did. I just didn't

part that explains what the hell NCIS is doing here. We were following orders by

following Parker. He led us here. We saw Agent Ford and walked into a crossfire.

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.

I didn't tell him how we found Agent Ford. Well, technically, we haven't

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 keychain tracker.

During the shooting? After I saved the gentleman, that's right.

Come on.

Come on.

Hey. Doris, 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, Casey?

Ah, there you are. Key chains in the middle of an abandoned water treatment

plant. Nothing but rust and runoff.

Middle of nowhere, not the space.

No one can hear you scream.

They're working for it over.

Yeah, or worse.

So, what now?

They stole them and steal them back.

Oh, please tell me that's a metaphor because Vance is not going to buy

public firefight.

Stealing used to be my thing, and I never caused collateral damage.

I just need some smoking mirrors.

That didn't sound like a metaphor.

Come on, Agent Ford.

Where's Carla? I swear I don't.

No.

She tried to kill the five families.

My cousin was in that room.

Carla Target's family.

She died.

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's this?

I don't see anybody.

Don't just stand there, put it out!

Let's make a punk team.

You all saved my life.

Oh, you didn't tell him? No.

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 going to be looking for

And they'll find it.

With you still inside, you guys are fed.

You're supposed to protect me. I mean, we'd rather get answers.

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 she say?

She kept your cig.

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 at all, Parker.

Let him work.

She mentioned a shipment.

Some last big score.

On a boat called the Quentin. That's all I know.

Get him to an ER.

Call the FBI.

Hey.

Support give us anything?

More than I got from my own team. You held back ballistics. You knew Carla

my weapon.

Yeah, we did. I don't need protecting, McGee.

Parker, right now, I think maybe you do.

Listen, we know you're caring a lot, okay? But don't take it out on us. You

what you signed up for. Yeah, and we signed up anyway.

Look, we have followed you this far because we want to find Carla. 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 to get some rest, okay? Let us do our job.

Call me the second you've got something.

We will.

We're doing the right thing. Why, helping him or by sending him home? Same

if we're lucky.

Port registry just came in. Port was in line. The Quentin Israel.

Beauty flag from Liberia. Currently docked outside Baltimore.

Manifest says it ships out tomorrow, headed for Newfoundland. Doubt she's

to make it past Delaware Bay.

So Carla's really hitching a ride on this floating tetanus shot. No first

cabins, no Nexus connection.

Doesn't fit. A trawler with tidy paperwork.

Too sloppy. Well, Fors said this ship was a last big score.

Drugs? More dirty bombs?

Maybe Carlos set up war to give us bad intel.

Keep us chasing shadows?

A head shake.

Well, whatever it is, we better find out before this bucket sets sail.

I'm flagging port security through an old contact. Casey's pulling logs off

Homeland's public feed.

Staying off of Vance's radar.

I like it.

No one's yelled at us yet.

I'd like to keep it that way. I'm going to update Parker.

You really gonna call him? I promise I would if we had something.

We don't know what we have.

Voicemail.

Maybe he is sleeping?

We're still picked.

Either way, I say we give him a little more time. We don't have time.

Port security logs just came in. The Quinton 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.

You mean Chesapeake Bay?

Last I checked, that's the only route to Newfoundland.

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?

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

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 rough bucket, we'll see him.

Unless he beamed the board, that'd make our lives harder.

How cute.

That'll kill 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

have seen something, something that we're missing.

I think you might be right.

Parker saw what I'm seeing. He definitely got on that ship.

Middle -aged blonde, same height, same build.

Same point at the 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 I left. Boarded about an hour ago. You've been on this a

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

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.

I can't believe she dragged designer luggage onto a fishing trawler.

Down here.

Put it over there.

Sure thing.

Hey!

Who's there?

Stay here.

Feet and cords 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. Trying to scramble helos out of Andrews. Get ice

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

systems.

Director, is the Admiral aware that... 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. Oh, 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?

Okay, down this way.

Ah, chips.

Wonderful.

Let's check the other way.

Oh, 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? You're going to 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.

Tagging 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 1 and 2, I am command.

Admiral, please. I have my orders.

That ship crossed 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.