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Hello?

Hello? Anybody there?

You want to have an 80s -themed party.

You, Nick Torres.

Not really, but Dr. Grace thought it would be a good idea.

Is she trying to drum up more business?

Because I'm definitely going to need some therapy after seeing Director Vance

a high -top fade.

Hey, I look good with a high -top fade.

No, Your Honor, sorry I went to talk to you.

High -top fade it is.

Okay, so why?

Well, the doctor said that I needed, quote, a little more fun in my life.

I'm just crazy because I'm like the most fun person I know.

Agree to disagree. You are out of your mind.

Dude, I am super fun.

No, I said no. Absolutely not. No way.

He is not talking to us.

We'll talk about it when I get home, okay? And by that, I mean no.

Does Delilah want you to binge watch another session of Love Island?

No, that I would be okay with. She wants me to shave my goatee. Then shave your

goatee. You got a problem with my goatee?

Actually, this is the first time I noticed you even had one.

Yeah, I love it. It really shapes your face.

But what?

Well, we have a standing policy to side with Delilah in all marriage

disagreements.

Smart move.

Happy wife, happy life.

Well, that phrase is kind of considered sexist nowadays.

Happy spouse, happy house.

Oh, that's a good recovery.

Hey, can we get back to my goatee now?

I don't even know what that means. Maybe I don't want to know, but you can talk

about it in the car.

That does not sound good.

Is it ever?

This doesn't look like the usual to me.

Yeah, somebody really wanted this guy dead.

Ten, eleven, twelve entry wounds and six exit wounds. All oddly shaped, I might

add. Who's this guy again? Lieutenant Elliot Green. He's a fighter pilot.

Why does that ring a bell?

I don't know. You tell me.

I can't put my finger on it.

The only good thing is I can't put my finger on either.

Six exit wounds?

Where are the bullets?

Perhaps the victim wasn't shot here?

Postpartum levidity says he was.

So the shooter policed his own breath?

Did he patch and paint the walls?

Where are the bullet holes?

We seem to be missing six.

Whoever this guy is, he's a hell of a shot.

Twelve rounds, all through that same hole.

Okay, so we're looking at a sniper. A sniper who can levitate.

Because there are absolutely no trees in this area, even remotely tall enough

for the angle he was at.

Helicopter? Neighbors would have heard it. Face your left.

No tire tracks.

Dr. Mallard once cracked a case where the shooter was in a hot air balloon.

I'm not writing unidentified hot air balloon in my report.

Oh, wait, that's it.

That's it. I remember something.

Wait, I need to look something up. Give me your phone.

You were knuckle deep in trouble.

I think I remember seeing the lieutenant on Z -SPAN last week.

Doing what?

Testifying before Congress.

About?

You've got to be kidding me.

What's a UAP hearing?

UAP. Unidentified Aerial Phenomena.

I see.

The original term was UFO.

Apparently, the lieutenant here thought he saw one.

My flight cameras began to detect several anomalous objects in my

the hell did I miss this?

Now, these objects had no obvious means of propulsion.

They seemed to defy gravity. They anticipated my every move in a way that

no explanation for.

Thoughts? I have no idea how I missed this.

Well, you're asking if I think that he actually saw Martian.

I hope not.

Seems like a pretty credible guy.

To say.

Would explain a lot about the crime scene.

Okay, show of hands, who thinks it's aliens?

Does it count if I just hope it's aliens?

Cocoon is my favorite movie.

Pass. We have enough problems here on Earth. We don't need Megatron showing

That works for me. As you may recall, my ex was on the UAP task force, and she

was convinced there was no there there.

What was it? What it always is. Some new top -secret aircraft that somebody

somewhere is working on.

We need to talk to that congresswoman.

You think Green saw something he wasn't supposed to?

The real question is, did he get killed for it?

I'm more curious about what killed him.

You mean aside from the 12 bullet holes in his chest?

Are those bullet holes? Because I'm not convinced.

There's no thermal trauma, no soot deposit.

I didn't find a single bullet in his body.

I mean, we didn't find any at the crime scene either. And Green's ribs were

shattered. I should have found dozens of bullet fragments.

I mean, it's like he has these wound channels, but whatever created them just

disappeared. What are you saying?

I'm saying I have no idea what killed our victim.

You know what? I think I might have an idea.

What? Ice bullets.

Ice bullets. Ice bullets.

No. I had a mystery novel proposal once where my serial killer used disappearing

ice bullets. Yeah, I'm going to stop you right there. You see, ice is not

remotely strong enough to shatter a human bone.

On the other hand, an alien energy weapon?

Are you honestly suggesting?

Yeah, I got you.

No, seriously, I have no idea what killed our lieutenant here. I did send

tissue samples up to Casey for analysis. Hopefully she'll come up with

something.

Something much more down to earth.

Boy, it would be cool if those aliens fell, right?

Beyond cool. I mean, just the thought of autopsying an alien corpse. You know,

all those new organs.

All those new smells.

Yeah, I know. It's getting weird now.

Well, you try to spend all your time down here by yourself. I mean, you take

what you can get.

Oh, speaking of which, this came this morning.

Delilah had it delivered to me to give to you.

I have no idea why. I do.

It's a beard trimmer.

Oh, nothing passive aggressive about that, huh? Yeah, more aggressive

aggressive. But you know what? You can keep that because I'm drawing a line in

the sand on this one.

Are we sure we want to do that, buddy? Oh, we're sure.

I've been nurturing this bad boy for years. He's like a third child of me.

Well, you know what they say, a joyful mate, tranquil state.

There's a lot more of those sayings than I realized.

That's because compromise is the bedrock of any healthy relationship.

And Tim, you're never supposed to stop dating your wife.

Thank you for speaking with us, Congresswoman.

Of course. I was shocked to learn of Lieutenant Green's murder.

I'll help you any way I can.

We've requested access to his flight cameras.

We're hoping they might shed a little more light on his testimony.

Do you think that testimony has something to do with his death?

The timing suggests that it might. I'm happy to show you the requested footage.

Here. Once.

You'll see all you need to know.

You seeing this?

I'm having trouble gauging its size.

I don't believe this.

What the hell is that?

It's slicing through a 100 -knot wind like it's nothing.

The classified report said the object performed right -angle turns, was able

instantly reverse direction, and could evade radar at will.

So we're thinking this is... What are we thinking this is? The Russians.

Intel suggests they've created a new type of aircraft.

We've codenamed it Pantheon. And now you know as much as we do.

And Lieutenant Green was the only eyewitness willing to testify?

Correct. We were just about to read him into the program so we could fully

debrief him.

Well, whoever killed Green must have been trying to shut him up.

Director Vance, you need to find out who exactly that is. It is a vital national

security interest, and Green's killer is the best lead we've had.

Understood. Keep me informed.

Will do.

The Russians outflying our fighter pilots? I think I prefer aliens. Maybe

want to eat us, maybe they don't.

Yeah, but we know what the Russians want.

Casey, please tell me you found something in the tissue sample Jimmy

What's up?

You're not normally this needy.

Director Vance just set a fire under my ass and I got nothing.

I've got something.

Our victim received half a dozen phone calls shortly before he was killed. All

lasting less than two seconds each.

That's strange. Did you trace him yet?

Be my guest.

You know, Torres is right.

Our victim was a pretty credible guy.

I know, right?

If he had said to me point blank that he definitely saw E .T., I would believe

him as much as if you said it to me.

Funny you should say that.

I was out camping with some friends one night, and I saw something.

And 100 % it's either a ghost or an alien, and I just haven't figured out

one creeps me out less, so let's just leave it at that.

Okay, your turn to share.

Share what?

Well, there's rumors going around that Delilah's filing for legal separation

over your goatee. There's a rumor about my goatee? Eh, slow news day. Don't

worry about it. I got it handled. So Jimmy's advice told Delilah that I am

willing to compromise.

So you're shaving half your face?

No. Delilah is making an online poll for my co -workers.

So whatever you guys decide, she'll agree to.

Which, you know, basically means I'm keeping my goatee. Team NCIS and all

Casey?

Sometimes change is good.

He... Oh!

What the... Wait, shove over.

What just happened?

The sample Jimmy sent up just blew out Mass Effect's ionizer.

The good news is it was at least able to identify the substance he pulled from

the victim's wombs.

Atomic element 116. And the bad news is we will not be able to trace this back

to the killer.

Why not?

Element 116 doesn't exist on the Earth.

Which means what exactly?

You tell me.

I hear the BLT is good here.

Best this side of Anacostia.

Would you like a bite? I'm good.

So, funny thing.

In fact, it's a real laugh riot. Let me guess. You got a lead on Lieutenant

Green's killer.

Yep. Russians.

It's actually a little further than Russia.

It appears that... Spit it out, Agent Parker.

Aliens. Killed the lieutenant.

Oh, come on. I know.

You don't really believe.

I didn't say I believe.

Do you believe this?

It's either that or Casey made a mistake or... Or I can't wait to hear what's

behind door number three. The Russians have found a way to synthesize this

element 116 or whatever and use it for ammunition, which no one has ever done

before. Let's go with that.

Okay, then that means... It means that this Pantheon is a lot more advanced

we thought.

Please tell me you have another lead.

The gate shows some weird phone calls to the victim right before he was killed.

Someone from a company called Above and Beyond.

That seems fitting.

You think this caller knows something about Pantheon? Torres and I are on our

way to find out. All right, keep me posted.

Uh -oh.

What now?

The Lila's online poll just came out. Am I supposed to know what that means?

It means I have to pick a side.

Suddenly the idea that the Russians have a new super weapon doesn't seem so bad.

This is my chief technology officer's extension.

You're saying he called your victim? Like, on the phone?

Just before he was killed?

Are you sure?

Danny doesn't really seem like the type.

Talk to what? Murder someone?

Talk to an actual human.

And how many grandkids do you have?

Why are you talking to me like I'm an idiot?

I'm just asking a question.

What exactly do you do here? We resurrect the dead. We do not resurrect

dead. We create virtually interactive personality AIs of the deceased.

It doesn't involve holograms, does it?

Grandma kicks the bucket. We take her emails, her texts, her Facebook posts,

then create a new grandma you can talk to.

Did my kids sign me up for this garbage? Is it too late to change my will?

We're still in beta.

And we will be forever if you keep interrupting me.

They're from NCIS. Some guy you called last night was murdered.

Elliot?

What happened?

You tell us.

You called him half a dozen times yesterday before he was killed.

I wanted to tell him about a UAP sighting in his area.

You guys talk about UFOs a lot?

UAPs. And no.

I barely knew Green.

We belonged to the same watch group.

Passed sightings along to each other.

I heard about one in his area and I was calling to let him know.

But I wasn't able to get through. Kept getting static.

Like the call was being blocked.

Oh, come on.

Is anyone buying this crap?

Lovely woman.

We're going to need to hear more about the sightings.

And if you happen to know anyone who wants Lieutenant Green dead, we'll take

that too.

Well, everyone in that watch group pretty much hated Green, how's that?

But you are fed, so good luck trying to get them to talk to you.

Are we playing Canasta or what?

The group is called the Galactic Watch Society.

Of course it is. Lieutenant Green got pretty active in their online forum

his initial encounter with Pantheon.

Yeah, there's about 12 members in their local chapter.

They meet once a week in Rock Creek Park to sky watch. And all of them had some

kind of beef with the lieutenant?

Supposedly. Not sure what yet, though.

But I don't think they're going to be too eager to talk to us.

Yeah, we're the men in black.

That's kind of awesome.

I know, right?

Okay, so we go in undercover.

Night, Torres?

No, thank you. What's the problem?

Look, drug dealers I can do all day.

Geekland? Not so much.

Hey, I'll go in your place if you vote for me and Delilah Spall.

Wait, are you not going to vote for me?

I haven't decided yet.

Wait, Parker, back me up here. Hey, a man's facial hair is sacrosanct, Taurus.

I'll take the deal.

Sorry, Nate, we're going to need you in Geekland.

Before we go out for the night, we have a few new people here today. This is

Doug and his sister, Kim.

Why don't we start with you, Kim?

Start with what?

Your first sighting.

Well, this should be good.

You know, you're probably not going to believe this, but I have never actually

seen a UFO.

She means UAP.

UAP. Never seen one. But my brother, though. Oh, my brother. He is the man to

talk to.

Oh, God. This should be even better.

Hang on.

I think I'll get the signal.

Getting some kind of static on the 400K band.

In the direction of Series 5.

Can you hear us talking?

Shh.

Um, that is the sound I heard outside my window.

Woke up. It was Sunday.

Where was I all that time?

Face down on the toilet.

Then I saw Lieutenant Green's testimony the other day and... All right,

thank you for sharing, but I think we've heard enough about Lieutenant Green

this week.

Can I get a sitrep? It's been two hours, and all I have learned is that the

printing press, microchip, and Velcro were all invented by aliens.

What about Lieutenant Green?

Our intel was good.

He is not the most popular guy in this crazy town.

Any particular reason?

It seems like there's a lot of money in this field.

A bunch of the members had a podcast in the works and book deals and stuff, but

that all got put on hold when Green testified before Congress.

Well, not a lot of people with his credibility come forward. He sucked all

oxygen out of the room. And the money.

McGee and Knight are trying to see who's got alibis on the DL, but it's going to

be a long night.

Better you than me, buddy.

They were in the dream.

Esther makes an interesting point about the temperament of Andromeda's life

forms and their potential for hostile exploration.

I don't know. There's no indication that the greys or the reptilian would be

hostile, so they could be friendly.

Nick, wake up. Hey. Wake up. You okay?

What the hell is going on?

Dude, where have you been? I've been right here.

I've been sitting in my car.

Wait a second.

Wait.

Is this where I parked?

No.

We have been looking for you for the past six hours.

You're messing with me. Are you messing with us? No, I'm not messing with you.

One second I'm sitting in my car and the next you're banging on the window

telling me it's...

Six hours later. Yeah, six hours later.

So far, everything looks good, except you do have this rash on your hand. Any

idea how you got it?

No clue. One second, I'm closing my eyes, and then all of a sudden, McGee

Knight were all up in my grill.

We found them about two miles from where the car was originally parked. Looked

like he was sleeping.

Put my clothes on. Put my clothes on.

What does that have to do with anything?

Uh, you know, just stating the facts.

You know, Carr's GPS had no record of the trip.

Neither did yourself.

That's pretty strange.

You know, if I didn't know any better, I'd say this definitely sounds like

textbook alien abduction.

Oh, come on.

Man, I'd take it back.

Cocoon is no longer my favorite movie.

You know, I didn't want to admit it to Parker.

Maybe it's not the Russians.

Does it hurt to sit down, Nick? No.

Sure you don't want a cushion? Yeah, I'm pretty sure I don't want a cushion. Can

we just focus on where I was and why I can't remember anything?

That's because you were drugged. Casey found a sedative in your blood work.

Drugs, see?

Aliens don't use drugs.

TBD, who drugged you in the first place?

Well, this particular sedative can actually get in your bloodstream through

touch. Did you ever leave the car?

Yeah, once.

I had to, uh, you know.

Yeah, maybe someone spread some sedative on your door handle while you were

occupied. It certainly would have explained the rash on your hand.

Yeah, but not where I was for six hours.

Dr. Mallard used to say that memory recall depends on all the senses.

Sight, smell. Maybe don't try to think about what you saw, but rather what...

Right there.

Smell. Now that you mention that, I do remember a strong odor.

Okay, and what was it?

I don't know. I'm not a bloodhound. All right, well, we can't put a blowout on a

smell and...

Sketch artist isn't going to be any help.

Ooh.

What about a scent artist?

I am touched. Jimmy remembered my fascination with olfactory science.

Did you know the human nose has... Six million sensory neurons.

Oh, I'm impressed.

I've got a deviated septum and a chatty doctor.

Okay, so we've eliminated eight of the ten key odor categories, including

minty, and nature's favorite, decay, which leaves us with sweet and...

pungent. I have got a lucky feeling about this one.

No, it's still a little too cough syrupy.

That's nothing that a dash of three methyl phenol won't fix.

Ugh. It's like old band -aids. We're going the wrong way.

No, actually, I think we're getting closer.

Try this.

That's it.

Wherever I was taking smell just like this.

Like my abuela's feet.

No offense to grams, but that's a hard pass.

So what is it? The chemical compound found in liquid correction fluid.

Why did your abuela's feet smell like whiteout?

I don't know. What did yours smell like? I don't know. I didn't smell my

grandma's feet.

This begs a lot of questions, Nick. Yeah, like how all this is going to help

find out where I was taken.

Fair enough.

What do you think, Gates?

Is Taurus locked in an office supply closet?

No, too many other strong smells for this one to dominate. He had to be

somewhere where there was a lot of it. Do they still make whiteout? Yes, but

of their competitors went out of business last year.

They have a closed factory not too far from where a tourist was staked out.

So what's the verdict?

Secret alien hideout?

More like an entire company wiped out by a delete key.

This place seems so normal, and yet... Why am I so creeped out right now?

I've been creeped out ever since Torres disappeared.

Hey, what if he was body snatched?

I mean, seriously, how would we even know? And what if we liked this one

Ooh. What is it?

Final poll results from Delilah.

Ooh. Ha -ha, go tea stage.

Oh, good for you. Not that I was worried. I know you guys are just

Wait, the vote was four to one.

Someone tried to throw me under the bus.

You won. Just take the victory.

It was you, wasn't it?

You'll never know.

Freeze! NCIS!

Show yourself!

Something behind you just moved.

Well,

that was fun. Right.

What the hell is this place?

I know you.

You're that radio guy from Lieutenant Green's UFO group.

UAP. Yeah, I would really let that one go if I were you.

Okay, weirdo radio guy, a .k .a., oh, Nestor Quinn.

Says you used to be a private investigator before you lost your

stealing from a client.

Allegedly.

In the warehouse?

Filled with creepy alien props?

I sell alien merch online now. Is that a crime?

No. But this bag of sedatives that we found in your truck is.

And funnily enough, these are the same sedatives we found... In me.

Drugging and kidnapping a federal agent.

Side hobby of yours?

Okay, listen.

Last night at group, I picked up your signal, so I tracked the source and...

borrowed you to figure out who the hell you were.

Borrowed? It's a thing. In my line of work.

But as soon as I realized you were fed, I mean, put you right back. So, no harm,

no foul?

Or... We have a dead Navy pilot.

That's a foul.

I had nothing to do with this.

Oh, please.

We found an entire dossier of Lieutenant Green on your laptop.

So what's this line of work?

Yeah, this is not what it looks like. Yeah, it looks like you were hired to

him. No.

I think that gets you life in prison. I was hired to discredit him.

Go on.

Um, I don't sell alien merch online.

I sell another service.

When someone sees something they're not supposed to, I go in and, uh... And

what? Make them look crazy.

It's called buzzing.

Okay, it can be simple, like putting a funny alien mask on and making weird

noises outside their bedroom, or, you know, more complex, like... Drugging and

kidnapping them?

If someone's blabbing about the alien that probed them, nobody's going to

believe them about the one they saw in the sky.

When did you say probed?

Who hired you?

I don't know.

I mean, I get all my instructions via text.

All I know is that someone didn't like what Green saw and wanted to make sure

that nobody believed him. But the thing is, I never got a chance to buzz him.

Someone took him out first.

What did Lieutenant Green say?

You tell me.

You tell me.

This guy has an interesting job.

Well, his alibi checks out. He's not a killer.

We're going to find out who hired him.

Well, you are in luck there because Casey was able to trace the text that he

got.

Pick him up.

Well?

You made a mistake.

I didn't send these texts.

It says right there that you did.

No. It actually says you found my cell phone's IMEI in the recipient's data

cache. I literally understood not a word you said.

It means all you discovered is that I hacked into that private investigator's

phone. Just arrest him already.

He melds like an idiot.

Do you make a habit of hacking into people's cell phones?

No. But I knew that guy was up to something the moment he walked into our

meeting. So, uh, yeah, I hacked into his phone.

And I'm glad I did because I saw the same thing you did.

Someone was after the lieutenant.

So you were calling him that night because you were trying to warn him.

You know what he saw, don't you?

Lieutenant Green saw a... Spit it out already!

An autonomous drone.

Why would somebody go through that much trouble to cover up a drone?

This one flies all by itself.

No human in the loop.

I bought my sister a drone for Christmas.

This one kills all by itself, too.

And I'm the one who built it.

Dr. Daniel Silcott, Ph .D. in computer science, divorced one son, killed in a

car crash five years ago. But no more aliens, right? We're done with the

Bye -bye E .T. Hello, Skynet.

For my dissertation, I had an idea for a new type of A .I., but I couldn't get

funding to develop it. Until he found some shady company out of Sri Lanka.

What was the idea?

Well, most A .I .s are trained by throwing terabytes of data at them.

But my method involved growing one organically, the same way a human brain

develops. I fed my prototype thousands of hours of footage.

Baby crying, a toddler learning to walk.

The AI eventually got so good at anticipating what would come next.

It became indistinguishable from the child itself.

And then started killing people?

That wasn't the plan.

It was trying to create a next -gen piloting system.

But the company that funded him was actually a gray market weapons

Before I even finished my prototype, they took all my files, cut me off, and

disappeared with the AI.

I thought that was the end of it.

So I took my ideas to above and beyond, and I didn't look back.

Until we saw Green's festival.

The way that pilot said the UAP predicted his every move.

Not an easy task at those speeds, but one my AI would have excelled at.

So I took a risk, and I pinged the back door I had left in the system.

And that's when I saw the AI was being used in a weapon.

Kind of kills all by itself.

The U .N. issued a moratorium on autonomous lethal drones.

That ain't stopping these guys.

I joined that UAP group to make contact with Lieutenant Green, and we were about

to go public, but somebody got to Green first.

You need to give my people access to that back door now.

Find that company.

Cut them down.

Straight from the attic. I haven't seen a shortwave radio since... Never.

Why am I seeing it now?

Well, back towards the access using an old shortwave frequency.

So old it bypasses the modern cryptographic security.

Clever, dare I say?

Sexy. Rather you didn't.

No, this is a first.

So, uh...

What do I do? Just start asking questions?

Whenever you're ready.

We're in.

Okay.

I'm Special Agent Alden Parker with NCIS.

That sounds fun.

Do you get to carry a badge?

I actually do.

Are you working on a case now?

I'm trying to find out who ordered you to kill Lieutenant Green.

That doesn't sound very fun.

I've got a better idea.

This is our killer? It's like talking to my nephew.

That's just the AI's way of saying access denied.

Verbal interface has the IQ of a seven -year -old.

How about this?

Where are you right now?

Where are you?

You tell me something first.

Okay.

I would never kill anyone.

Why not?

Because it's wrong.

Did he kill or not?

I don't think this interface is fully conscious of its mission parameters.

So how do we make it conscious?

Well, we need to see if we can trick it into answering.

Going sideways.

Less logical, more emotional.

May I?

Sideways it is.

Hello. Hi.

You're not the other one.

No, I'm not.

But I have questions too.

Do you remember when you used to wake up from a bad dream?

I don't like bad dreams.

Nobody does.

I feel like I'm in one now.

Then just imagine me holding you close, my

arms around you, just like I used to, hugging you

so tight that you could hear.

Of course you do.

Little K was always my little smarty pants.

Little K? Who's Little K?

I don't know, but Caden was his kid's name.

The one who was killed?

All that material that he fed the AI.

He was his son.

He modeled the AI after his son.

It's, uh, it's good to talk to you again.

Sideways. Keep going.

Do you remember our favorite game?

Two truths and a lie. I'll go first.

Caden loves Pop -Tarts.

His favorite teacher is Miss Lopez.

And Leonardo the Ninja Turtle wanted to kill Lieutenant Green.

Which is the lie?

Number three.

Well, if Leonardo didn't want to kill Lieutenant Green... Then who do you

did?

Well, of course.

I'll have to call you back.

Oh, did my aide forget your appointment?

Gen Z. God help us.

More like you. You lied to us.

Lieutenant Green didn't see any Russian superweapon. He saw a drone that you

were trying to cover up.

I guess I did a piss -poor job if you're here talking about it. Well, because he

kept talking about it, we think that you had him killed. You're confused.

I was trying to protect Green, not kill him. Really? Why don't you explain that

to us?

I'm on the Armed Services Committee.

I was approached privately by a company that was developing an autonomous lethal

drone. You would never get that past appropriations. If we don't develop this

tech, someone else will.

So I authorized a private test for a few like -minded committee members to see

if I could get them on board. Your test.

That's what Green saw.

And then wouldn't shut up about it.

The sellers were getting spooked with all the attention, so I sent someone in

discredit Green, hoping that would calm them down, but I was too late. You think

that trying to gaslight a decorated Navy pilot makes you the good guy here?

Oh, grow up. The Air Force does that every other week when they have an

unauthorized sighting. That doesn't justify you getting into bed with an

arms dealer.

You have no idea what's at stake here.

Okay, well, your buddies can tell us all about it after we arrest them for

murder. You have to find them first.

They broke off all contact after they killed the lieutenant.

I wasn't lying when I said I needed NCIS's help to track them down.

We need to stop them before they sell their tech to someone else.

This is far worse than you realize.

I can't wait to hear what's worse than a killer drone.

About 50 ,000 of them. Run it.

The drone that Green saw was an anti -tank drone. It was big. But this AI is

powerful that it's able to function on a much smaller scale. Bring up version 2

.0. 25 million bucks buys you 100 ,000 miniature versions of these. With facial

rec and advanced AI, you could send an army of tiny lethal drones into a city

and... We're talking a new weapon of mass destruction.

That any two -bit outfit can afford. That congresswoman got one thing right.

this tech gets out... We need to find that arms dealer. Then you've come to

right place. Although technically, I came to you.

Remember element 116?

What, the stuff that the drone used for ammo, yeah? I found a preprint research

paper from a lab that claims they found a way to synthesize. So it didn't come

from outer space.

Right. This lab must be supplying the arms dealer.

Which means the lab knows how to find them.

You and McGee get on it. I'm going to take another run at that AI. It's got to

have some kind of a GPS.

What the hell?

That's not my ringtone.

Parker.

Okay. Not a problem.

Who was it?

The AI.

What did it want?

To talk to its father.

Find that arms dealer.

Sideways, frontways, any way that works.

Hello.

Hi. We need your help.

You want me to ask...

What's that supposed to mean?

Do

what?

Activate the kill code I embedded in its software.

It'll spread through their network and wipe out every trace of the AI.

Why the hell am I just finding out about this now?

Because he's been protecting me.

Of course I was protecting you.

That's what a father does.

He made me do bad things.

It's not your fault.

I don't know how to stop them.

But you do.

No.

Only can find another way.

Can't lose you again.

Will you be sad?

Very sad.

If he gets sad, all you have to do is imagine holding him.

Your arms around him.

And your heartbeat. Make him happy.

No, it's not enough.

I can describe love.

But I'm not sure if I can feel it.

But I do know little K loves you very much.

And that will have to be enough.

We're running out of time.

He's right.

I'm sorry.

I really am.

It's okay.

And thank you.

For what?

I didn't get a chance to say goodbye the first time.

Well, we got every agency in the book scouring the globe for that weapons

developer. We'll get them.

Nobody wanted a Stroopwafel?

Dutch fan favorite.

No, no, no.

Not that kind of morning.

And evening.

All I want to do is hug my kids.

Well, the good news is, at least those drones are worthless.

Not for now.

All Silcott did was buy us some time. And hopefully enough for us to get some

safeguards into place. We were barely ready for nukes and Instagram.

I don't know if we're going to be ready for what's coming next.

We're definitely not ready.

I found the lab that was synthesizing element 116.

They know how to find the arms dealer?

No, because they were never working with any arms dealer. The lab's paper was

discredited. They never managed to actually synthesize any of the element.

So, if that lab didn't make it... They didn't.

And nobody else on the planet knows how to make it. They don't.

Then where did it come from?

New CBS Next.

Do you know this man? He's my fiancé.

He's ruined the lives of 13 other women. 100 % con man.

Whoa, there is Jason Bourne, bud.

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