All language subtitles for NCIS S18E04

Hurry up, you guys. We've got less than
20 minutes left. Why can't we just go to

a bar and get drunk like normal people?
Because this is fun. We're solving a

mystery. Oh, you want a mystery?

Why, anyone would pay 50 bucks for this
crap.

Hey, I found his key. Don't know where
it goes.

Um, gay master, a little help here,
please?

The supply closet looks interesting.

Yeah, yeah, yeah. Your turn.

Come on!

Let's go!

We've got time. Come on, come on, come
on.

You can go a little faster. Okay, okay.

Oh, my God.

I'm doing it. Okay, go.

Okay, I got it.

Okay.

Okay, all right. This has got to be the
worst dead body that I've ever seen.

Jared, it's not funny.

No, no, seriously. Look, he still has
the price tag on him.

What was that?

Sounded like gunshots.

Game Master, what was that sound?

Game Master.

Guys, I don't think this is part of the
game.

Yeah, let's get out of here.

Let's go. Come on. Come on. Let's go.
Let's go.

What's wrong? Open it!

It's locked.

Remember? It's in the escape room. It's
locked on the outside.

Hey, go, go, go. Hey, let us out of
here!

I was up all night playing it. Wait, the
one with the teddy bears? What is it

from? Kindness. Killing with kindness.
So dumb, but it's addictive.

Uh, what is this?

What did we get? Visited by the post -it
fairy?

Oh, they're from McGee.

Don't forget to file the SAYAS report.

Evals to be logged this week.

Running low on post -its. Remember to
restock. Unbelievable.

have left these before he left for
vacation.

He's a thousand miles away. He found a
way to micromanage. Okay, don't take it

personally. This is just McGee being
McGee.

Okay, well, this is Torres being Torres.

Go ahead and throw these away.

Oh, you know you'd say that. Don't let
Torres throw them away.

Damn. I was just telling him it was a
cleaning crew.

You know you'd say that, too.

Good morning, folks.

Whoa.

Let me guess, McGee.

We blame you.

Me? Yeah, well, it was your idea for him
to go take a vacation. Hey, he came to

me wanting to talk.

Between work and potty training, the
twins, the poor guys, exhausted, so I

him to take a few days off.

Yeah, to the Bahamas, no less. That was
all gift.

An old Marine buddy of his lives there
and recommended a hotel.

Listen, I'm happy for the guy. I'm just
saying that Daddy gets tired, too.

What do I have to do to get a vacation
in the Bahamas?

Have twins.

Reach Tobias Fornell.

Don't waste my time.

Hey, it's me, again.

Where the hell are you, pal?

Hey, Gibbs, did you see what McGee did
here?

Grab your gear.

We got a body.

Hey, Louie.

Hey. Is everything okay?

Yeah. You seem a little distant lately.
I mean, more than you usually do, which

is lost. Jack.

I'm fine.

Okay. Hey, let's go.

Huh?

Are you serious? Come on. Oh, my gosh.

This thing has two bars. I don't even
move it, and then it has zero bars.

Can you just stop with the phone
already? They're fine.

What if something happens and they need
me? I am the senior field agent.

It's just a couple of days.

I'm sure Bishop and Torres will manage.

Maybe I didn't leave enough Post -Its.

Welcome to the Bahamas.

First time?

Yes, yeah, thank you.

Yeah, we just arrived this morning.

Then you're in for a treat. Thank you.
The island is paradise, Connor.

Anything you need, just ask for me,
Clarence. Thank you, Clarence.

Question for you. Do you have a business
center around here? Something with, you

know, some decent Wi -Fi connection,
maybe a secure fiber optics line in case

need the extra bandwidth?

You do know you're in the Bahamas,
right?

He's right.

Come on, just put your phone down and
relax.

This is the first vacation we've had
alone since we got the twins.

I mean, enjoy it.

You're absolutely right.

Sorry, I'm just a little out of
practice.

Okay.

What was that? What?

Oh, I didn't hear anything.

You beeped.

No, I don't think I did.

Really? Seriously?

Hold on. Oh, I'm the one that needs to
put the cell phone down? I was checking

up on the kids.

Why? Your mother has them. They're fine.
You know that.

Maybe I'm a little out of practice, too.

Hey, let's make a pact.

Pact? Yeah.

Every second of every day, always about
the kids.

or what happened at work, or who was
supposed to call the plumber. It's never

just about us.

Yeah. You know what I missed, though?

Yeah, me too.

So, from this point on, absolutely no
talking about kids or work

is allowed.

Okay? We only talk about you and me.
Agreed?

Agreed. Okay.

Nice weather.

The breeze is nice.

Beautiful birds.

So the victim's name is Chief Petty
Officer Norman Mason, 33, the Navy

Reservist, who runs the escape room out
of his house.

Escape what?

Well, it's a game.

They lock you in a room, and you have to
solve a mystery before the clock runs

out. What do you win if you solve it?

They let you out of the room.

What if you don't solve it?

They also let you out of the room.

I feel like I'm not explaining this
right.

Who found the body?

Morning cleaning lady.

Group came in last night to play the
game and they heard shots.

They were trapped inside all night until
she showed up.

First on the scene and also found it.
They weren't sure if it was real or a

process. They called us.

His gunshot wounds are certainly real.
He's got one in the abdomen, one in the

sternum, a couple in his right arm.

Very unfocused. I would not say we're
looking at the work of a professional.

Where'd they find this?

Uh, right down there in the corner.

What is it?

Light.

Yeah, so that classified document?

Not a prop.

What isn't a Steve Broome guy doing with
all this?

Planning an escape of his own.

Chief Petty Officer Norman Mason, owner
and operator of the Mystery Madhouse

escape room. Single, no kids, according
to his neighbors, just a quiet nerdy

guy. Was hoarding classified documents.
Why?

Mason wasn't always an escape room nerd
before he went into business for

himself. He worked as a computer
programmer at a DOD think tank.

Do we know what they were working on?

Still going through the documents, but
there's been multiple references to his

boss, Dr.

Malcolm Lucas, and something called Deep
Raven.

We talk to Lucas yet? We can't. He died
in a boating accident about a year ago.

I have calls in to the DOD supervisor
assigned to the project.

Okay, we know why Mason had the
documents. What was he doing with them?

Maybe he was filling intel. That would
explain the secret room and the go bag.

Maybe a deal gone bad.

A lot of maybes there.

Anything on his computer?

Casey's been trying to access them, but
they're heavily encrypted, so it might

take a while.

Maybe he doesn't have to.

Oh, we talked about this. Come on,
McGee's the guy who loves all that

computer stuff. I mean, why don't we
just give him a call?

No, we're not interrupting his vacation.
You heard Sloan. He really needs this

trip. What do you think, Ives? I think
somebody better do something.

Torres, check in with Palmer.

Bishop, keep trying to supervise him.

Are you going somewhere?

Out.

What you got for me, Jimmy?

Oh, hey, Nick. I'm just taking a break,
doing some car shopping, checking out

some brochures. Oh, you got your
insurance payout? Yeah, finally. You'd

that after getting your car blown up in
an assassination attempt, they might

fast -track you. But no.

So you're looking at a sedan, you know,
something fast, maybe with a little,

something with a little muscle,
actually.

I'm checking out a minivan. Don't say
that word. No, no, no. Hear me out,

Minivans have gotten way cooler. No,
cooler? What? To me, no. This one model

a built -in vacuum, HD infotainment
system, 360 -degree car surround camera.

Let me see that.

6 .2 -liter V8 engine with a 737
horsepower.

We call it the man -van.

The man -van? Man -van.

Nope. That's your next body?

Well, as suspected, Mason died of
massive hemorrhaging due to multiple

wounds.

I meant like something new.

No, I found a rash on his outer arm
here. It could be an allergic reaction,

I sent a sample up to Casey.

Wow, Jimmy, that's all you got? A case
of eczema?

I have saved the best for last.

While examining his mouth, I found this
wedged behind his back molar.

What is this?

Is this a SIM card?

He must have hidden it there right
before he died.

Our next chip goes to a young lady who
personifies what these rooms are all

about.

Six months, clean and sober, and she did
it one day at a time.

Emily.

Thank you for coming, Uncle Gib.

I wouldn't have missed it for the world.

I know it's only six months, but I don't
know. It feels good.

Of course, I wouldn't even be here if
you and Dad hadn't stepped in when you

did. We just gave you a push. You did
all the heavy stuff.

Dad didn't make it, huh?

No, it's weird, right? I saw him last
week, and he said he was coming.

I even helped put a reminder on his
phone. Come on. You know Tobias and

technology. He makes me look good.

Still, it's just not like him.

Do you think he's okay, Uncle Gibbs?

Oh, yeah, yeah, he's fine.

He's fine.

Yeah.

I gotta go.

Proud of you.

Thank you.

I'll call you later. Okay.

Yeah. Hey, I'm here with Casey. Turns
out that Mason had a SIM card he didn't

want the killer to find. He must have
seen the killer approach from outside

hid the card right before they came in.

What's on it?

A data file of passwords, hopefully to
Mason's computers, because we've had no

luck breaking in.

Anything else? Yes.

Actually, I checked Mason's call logs,
and he made a call to the same unlisted

number every other day at the exact same
time.

I traced the call's location, and you'll
never guess where it is.

Are you kidding?

Well, we were surprised, too.

But Casey checked twice, and Mason
called the Bahamas on a regular basis.

Okay, um, any idea who he was calling?

See, that's the thing. We were hoping
that you could help us find out. Guys,

on vacation, okay?

I literally just finished telling
Delilah that I wasn't going to even

work. I know. We know, and we're sorry,
but we just figured since you're down

there... Well, what about, like, Gibbs'
Marine buddy? He lives down here. Why

don't you ask him?

I know. He's not an agent.

And for the record, man, I didn't want
to interrupt your vacation, but Bishop,

you know... Hey, what? That is...

Okay, no, no, no. Look, I will get it,
okay?

Doesn't make any sense for you guys to
point out.

Really? Are you sure, McGee? Because
we're so sorry.

Hopefully it doesn't take too long.

No, I'm worried about what Delilah's
going to say.

How is everything, Mrs. McGee?

Enjoying your meal?

Trying to, but to be perfectly honest,
the view's a little distracting.

Ah, the Riley's.

They do enjoy each other. Oh, I would
say so.

Give them a few more seconds and they'll
be enjoying each other right there on

the table.

I'm sure you're used to it. You probably
get all the honeymooners.

Actually, the Rileys are celebrating
their 10th wedding anniversary.

You need anything else? Just let me
know.

Hey.

I'm sorry, Nick.

This Bishop and Torres, they wouldn't
stop calling me.

Oh, wow.

Geez. Get a room, right?

They've been married six years longer
than that.

Listen, the guys have caught a case
that's linked to the Bahamas. They want

to go check out this address tomorrow.

That's fine. But the address is not far,
and it won't take me long at all. Tim,

I said it's fine.

You're not mad?

No.

In fact, let's go together.

Let's make a day of it. We'll go see the
island. It'll be fun.

Yeah? Yeah.

Okay.

Same number. That's definitely where
Mason called.

This is charming in a funky sort of way.

According to Casey, Mason called at
exactly 11 .30. That's just a few

from now.

Whoever was calling Mason probably
doesn't know he's dead.

What do you mean?

They might still be expecting a call.

I guess we just wait until she shows up.

Let's get some drink.

I

think

that's Nathan's phone, buddy.

Right on time.

She looks harmless enough.

Excuse me, ma 'am.

From NCIS. I'd just like to ask you if
you... Ma 'am, excuse me. I need to talk

to you about... Ma 'am.

Tim! Oh, my God, Tim, are you okay?

She's marvelous.

Yeah, thanks.

Hey, is your back any better?

I think I landed on a pineapple.

What did Gibbs say?

Said to track down the beach bum.

Whoever she is, she's hiding something.
She ran away.

Well, I asked around the bar, and she
comes in here regularly, but no one

her name.

But I have an idea on our next move.

Our next move is to put you on a plane
going home.

What? Him?

No, this is not a fun day trip anymore,
Delilah.

This has gotten dangerous, and we'll be
dealing with a woman who's a killer.

Oh, what? We've never dealt with killers
before? I can take care of myself, Tim.

And I seem to remember saving your butt
once or twice.

Hey, we took this trip to spend more
time together.

Let's do this together.

Besides, I know how we can find our
mystery woman.

How? Simple.

Track down her moped.

Did you happen to catch a license plate?
Because I know I didn't, and I don't

think that the Hermit Crab Bar has
surveillance cameras.

Well, we don't need surveillance
cameras.

What'd you get?

While you were on the phone with Gibbs,
I asked if I could check their photos,

and sure enough, one of them caught our
beach bum. And unfortunately, you can't

make out the license plate, but... I
found this.

Beach gum.

I looked it up. It's a rental shop not
too far from here, and if we leave now,

we can still grab a bite to eat
afterwards.

You coming?

Well, thanks for coming in, Mr.
Kittredge.

I just wish it was under better
circumstances.

Norman Mason was a good man.

Did you know him well?

He worked on a project at DOD for me
back when I was director of special

programs. Yeah, that would be the Deep
Raven project?

Yeah, that's right.

Mason Superior, Dr. Lucas, really ran
the day -to -day. I was more of a

glorified babysitter.

What can you tell us about the project?

What would you like to know?

Was it worth killing for?

But not unless you consider sea mapping
worth killing for.

Deep Raven was an unmanned underwater
vehicle.

Basically an underwater drone.

It was designed to map the ocean floor
to better study coral reefs, assist in

ship navigation, but it didn't matter in
the end.

Why that?

Damn thing never even made it out to
sea.

They tried fixing it, but then Lucas had
his accident and the project was shut

down. That was about a year ago. I
haven't talked to anyone involved since.

What about... Mason's relationship's at
work. Did he have any enemies?

Well, it's been a while, but... Yeah.

I remember he had a difficult
relationship with one of the other

Reynolds. Eric Reynolds.

Difficult how?

They were always bickering.

Competing with each other.

Okay. Thank you, Mr. Kittredge, if you
think of anything else.

Of course.

There is...

One thing that's always bothered me.

Like what?

Well, it's about Dr. Lucas' death.

The authorities said he drowned in a
boating accident, but Lucas was on the

team in college. He was good.

Strange, right?

A guy like that accidentally drowning?

All right, we've got to come up with a
plan. You just roll up in there and ask

for her information.

We're in the Bahamas. I don't have
jurisdiction.

Leave it to me.

Wait, you didn't... Delilah.

Hi. Good afternoon. Can I help you? Yes.
So my husband and I were at the beach

earlier, and we met the nicest woman.

And she accidentally left behind her
watch.

And we really want to get it back to
her, but we didn't catch her last name

her address. So she did mention that she
rented a moped from you guys, and I was

wondering if maybe I could get her info.

I'm sorry, but we cannot give out that
information.

It's against the rules.

Well... No one has to know. It can be
just between us.

Sorry.

How's 50 US dollars sound?

So that was your plan, Brivery?

Did you have a better one?

Well, I was going to come up with one
when you gave me enough time. Well, it's

not my fault that I have so much faster
than you. You know, you were so

impatient. It's like when we watch our
TV shows. Oh, is this because I binge

-watched Ozark without you? Yeah,
partly.

I know you.

Uh, I don't think so, sorry.

No, we've met before.

I think you got me confused with someone
else, sorry.

I never forget a thing. I swear I know
you. Something I should know about him?

Yeah. Oh, my God.

What? Your Tom E. James, the D.

I'm a huge fan of D.

I haven't heard that in forever. Wow.

I just love all the characters,
especially L .J. Pitts, the tortured

agent who drinks to alleviate the burden
of his... Methionic complex, yes. Yes.

Thank you. I'm proud of that one.

What are you doing in the Bahamas?

Are you researching a new book?

Um, you know, actually, I am.

That's why we're here. That woman that
we were asking about earlier?

Researching our new book.

You can help me tremendously.

And the book.

If you could maybe give me some
information on this woman.

Sienna Michaels.

She lives on the other side of the
island.

Great, great. If you think there's any
way you can give me any exact address.

Depends.

If I can get a photo with my favorite
author first?

Of course.

Yes.

You can take that. All right.

There, here we go.

Beep, beep, beep.

What do we got, Case?

Oh, a lot, actually.

Those passwords we found, I was able to
unlock Mason's computer, and a ton of

stuff came up.

Who is that?

That's Dr. Malcolm Lucas.

Our victim, Mason, had a lot of
information about his death.

Police reports, newspaper clippings,
maps of where the body was found. It was

like he was investigating it. Yeah, and
after looking at some of these, I don't

think this was an accident, Gibbs.

Because Lucas is such a good swimmer.

Oh, no, we have more than that.

Okay, so a week after he was reported
missing, Lucas's body was found in Lake

Anna. He had to be ID'd by his
pacemaker.

The official story is that he went
fishing.

Yeah, he drowned, yeah. Yeah, I know
that.

But the report says that he went fishing
at midnight.

Now, who goes fishing in the middle of
the night? It doesn't tell anyone.

There's also an eyewitness who saw Lucas
earlier on the dock arguing with

another man.

Police followed up, but couldn't find
him.

So, Lucas was murdered.

Made it look like an accident.

Mason might have found out who did it,
confronted him about it, and he was

killed. Still doesn't tell us who killed
him. What do we know about the other

guy? Oh, you mean the scientist that
didn't get along with Mason?

Eric Reynolds, 34, single, works at a
biotech lab in D .C.

We checked his home and where it can. No
one could find him. Nick, Bobo.

Something else I could help you with?

He's a painless number case.

One thing coming up.

Phone's off. Can't trace it.

Gibbs, it says this number is registered
to Tobias Vernell.

Everything okay?

Yeah.

Yeah. Fine. Thank you.

All right. Thanks.

I don't like the look of those clouds.

Yeah, looks like a storm might be coming
in.

Did you talk to the neighbors?

Yeah, our beach bum, Deanna Michaels, is
a British expat. She's been here one

year. They say she's quiet, keeps
herself, you know, the kind of thing you

when you live next to a murderer.

Well, let's hope that's not the case,
because we are not armed, and we may be

dealing with a double homicide now.

I just got off the phone with Torres.
They think whoever killed Mason might

also killed his boss, Dr. Lucas.

Malcolm Lucas?

Yeah, you heard of him?

I met him years ago at a DOD function.
He was really impressive.

Very accomplished, brilliant, handsome.

Handsome?

Okay.

Okay, I didn't mean it like that. I'm a
handsome, like, first scientist.

Right, so if, like, George Clooney was a
scientist, is that what you're talking

about? Come on, don't be jealous.

You know I only have eyes for you.

Well, you better, because I don't know
if you've heard, but I'm kind of a big

deal in the Caribbean.

Oh, a big deal, huh?

Hello? Hello?

That's far enough.

Who are you? Why are you here?

I can explain.

Why are you following me?

I already told you. I'm with NCIS. We're
investigating the murder of Norman

Mason. You can put the gun down, Sienna.

Oh, my God.

Am I missing something here?

That's Malcolm Lucas.

Looks pretty good for a dead guy.

Sorry about the gun.

For hurting you back at the bar.

You got a hell of a karate flip.

She was just trying to protect me.

Agent McGee, you said Norman Mason is
dead.

He was a close friend of mine. What
happened?

Well, that's what we're trying to find
out.

We're hoping to get some help and maybe
you can answer some of our questions.

Starting with, how were you here?

You're supposed to be dead.

Dr. Lucas, if you want to help Norman,
you don't have to work with us here.

You staged your death.

Only to protect an invention I created.

Deep Raven, the underwater drone.

One of my colleagues spoke to your
former director, but he said it never

Oh, it worked.

It worked beautifully.

Using AI neural networks, it could
actually think for itself, teach itself

to perform better. You're talking about
deep learning, but AI like that would

require a massive processing unit.

Yeah, I mean, your CPU and data storage
alone would be huge. How do you fit that

into one drone?

I didn't.

I had the drone communicate with a more
powerful land -based processor using a

sonar antenna.

Nice. Oh, my God, man. That is unreal.

Seriously, I know. It's unbelievable.

Beautiful. Maybe I should leave you guys
alone.

But I don't get it. If Deep Raven worked
so well, what was the problem?

The problem is what Director Kitteridge
wanted the drone for. Do you know what a

loss is?

A lethal autonomous weapon system.

Deep Raven was a weapon?

Kitteridge lied to us.

The purpose was never to map the ocean
floor.

It was to deliver bombs.

He wanted to outfit the drones with
nuclear payloads.

And without even knowing it, I built
them a killing machine.

And once I learned that, I had to
destroy it.

So you lied to Kent Ridge, told him that
the project was a failure?

Well, why go through the trouble of
faking your death at all?

If Deep Raven was destroyed, what was
left to hide?

Lucas kept the blueprint.

He destroyed the prototype, but when it
came to his research, couldn't go

through with it.

Weapon or not, it's still his baby.

So, he did all this to protect the
project that he also regretted building.

And this guy's supposed to be a genius.

It's not uncommon for inventors to have
a conflicted relationship with their

invention. Look at Alfred Nobel.

He created dynamite, but regretted it so
much that he spent the rest of his life

trying to make up for it with his peace
prize.

So... How does our victim, Mason, how
does he fit into all this? He helped

stage his death.

The two of them stole a cadaver with a
similar body type from a med school.

They fudged the serial numbers on the
cadaver's pacemaker to match Lucas.

So the information that we found on
Mason's computer, he wasn't

Lucas' death.

Keeping tabs on it, making sure it's
stuck.

The two of them kept in regular phone
contact, and for extra caution, Lucas'

girlfriend acted as the go -between.

They thought their secret was safe.

Well, Mason's dead now, so maybe not.

You think he was killed because of Deep
Raven?

Somebody found out it works, Leon.

They're all looking for it. Well, that
means Lucas is a target.

McGee's got him in protective custody.

Military transport, bring them both back
to D .C. first chance.

What about this third scientist,
Reynolds?

Was he also involved in the cover -up?

Not according to Lucas. But he did say
that Reynolds was always suspicious of

Deep Raven's failure.

Well, then you better find him and find
him fast because he's either our killer

or our next victim.

That's all I could pack in short notice.
I mean, it's more in the back, but I

don't know where we're going. I don't
know how long we're going.

It's okay. It won't be forever. We're
going to get through this, okay?

All right?

Thank you. Okay.

All right?

Yes. Excuse me a sec.

You guys seem like a really good couple.
How long have you been together?

Oh, not long.

We met down here about eight months ago.

Like I was telling your partner, ex
-pats like to stick together.

Oh, McGee and I, we don't work together.
He's my husband.

Okay. I figured there was something
going on.

I could tell by the way he looks at you.

No reception down the street either.
It's really coming down out there. Yeah,

the roads are probably flooded. It's
best to wait out here until a storm

Hey, do you know where my toiletries
are? Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah. In the back.

I'll help you.

Hey.

You okay?

Yeah, I'm good.

I'm so sorry about ruining our vacation.
I know how much it meant to the both of

us, and I messed up, you know? I should
never have agreed to help out on the

case. Okay.

Actually, you want to hear something
crazy?

This is the most fun we've had together
in years.

I know, right?

I was thinking the same thing.

What?

I was just thinking, how screwed up are
we, that it takes a murder investigation

to bring us closer together.

So, that's that.

Yeah. Hey, Gibbs.

MPD just found our third scientist, Eric
Reynolds, near a hiking trail.

He was shot to death just like Mason.

Jimmy's still doing the autopsy, but he
thinks Reynolds was killed a few hours

before Mason with the same gun.

You still there, Gibbs?

Yeah. You get any prints?

No, but we checked the video doorbell at
Reynolds' home and guess who showed up?

The view at Reynolds' house.

So I went to catch up with an old work
colleague and it slipped my mind.

Well, it just makes us wonder what else
slipped your mind.

Because we found these emails you sent
Mason on his computer.

And you contacting two people who turned
up dead.

It's not a really good look for you, is
it?

Wait a minute.

Reynolds is dead?

No, I didn't.

You don't understand.

What we understand is Deep Raven's
failure cost you your job.

When you learned the drone actually
worked, you saw it as a chance to

your career and reputation.

But you had to find the drone first.

You went to Mason and Reynolds for
information.

And when they didn't tell you anything,
you killed them. I didn't kill anyone.

Yes, I contacted them looking for Deep
Raven research.

But that was only because of what I
discovered at my current job.

Your current job?

I work at DOD Cybercrimes.

A few weeks ago, I discovered someone
was trying to sell something that was

identical to Deep Raven on the dark web.

That's why I went to Mason and Reynolds.

I thought it could be them.

Okay, this is true. Why didn't you tell
us that the first time we interviewed

you?

He wasn't trying to stop it.

You wanted a piece of the sale, didn't
you?

I hate to say it, but I don't think he's
our guy.

A smug, greedy profiteer, definitely,
but a devil murderer the way he's

panicking?

Hey, Gibbs.

Look, we can keep playing this game
where you tell me nothing's wrong, or

can talk to me.

Hey, there you are. Oh, sorry to
interrupt.

This couldn't wait.

What do you got?

I finally figured out the cause of
Mason's skin rash.

Jimmy was right. It was an allergic
reaction to something the killer was

wearing, specifically calophilium
inophilium oil. Okay.

English? Oh, um, it's an oil primarily
used in organic suntan lotion.

It comes from the Alexandrian laurel
plant, which is native to the Bahamas

only sold on the island.

Whoever the killer is, either they were
recently in the Bahamas or... They're

there now.

McGain. Yeah, I get that. Call us as
soon as you get this. Yes, officer, I

it. There is a storm.

We have a federal agent in possible
danger.

Kittredge was telling the truth.

Casey analyzed his computer, and someone
was trying to sell Deep Raven on the

dark web.

Casey was able to trace the source to a
computer overseas.

Lucas' house. Lucas didn't fake his
death to protect the project. He did it

sell it.

Mason Reynolds found out. Lucas flew to
D .C. to silence him.

Hey, were you able to contact McGee or
Jalila? Uh -huh.

The storm is bad.

No reception on that side of the island,
and all roads are flooded.

Keep trying McGee, Bishop.

Call our tech base, Andros. See if they
can send a chopper.

Copy.

Who are you calling?

Backup.

Oh, what do they say about the tropics?
You don't like the weather? Just wait a

minute?

Yeah, I don't know if that applies to a
hurricane, Tim.

Help me secure that. Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Oh, great.

Get a flashlight. Yeah, there's a couple
in here.

You might want to check the kitchen for
more. I'll check the hut. Okay.

Did you find anything?

Oh no.

Alright, I'll check the whole closet.

Sienna flew to D .C. the same day Mason
was killed. She's our killer.

Don't move.

Sienna, what's going on? Stay where you
are.

Oh, I'd listen to her. She's already
killed two people.

What? I think you put your trust in the
wrong person here.

Sienna found out how valuable your
research was, decided to keep it for

probably to sell it.

But when Reynolds and Mason found out
what you were up to, flew to D .C.,

them so they couldn't talk.

Is that true?

Check your bag.

Bet you'll find your research is gone.

You can still come with me.

We can fill it. We need the money to go
wherever we want. We can stop hiding.

You know I can't let you do that.

Our mutual friend Gibbs called and said
you might need some help.

Well, you're Gibbs' Marine buddy?

He asked me to keep an eye on you since
you first landed, actually.

I would have told you, but Gibbs told me
to be discreet.

Sorry about that.

No, no, no, no, that's fine.

Let's see that wound, sir.

Lucas is going to be okay below one
straight throw.

And how are you? Are you sure you're
okay?

Yeah.

I was thinking about what you said
earlier.

I don't think there's anything wrong
with us at all.

I think we just thought life's getting
away a little bit, you know?

I've been watching you these past few
days.

It's going to sound corny.

Say it.

It reminded me of you.

When we first met.

You're right.

So corny.

Told you.

So I was thinking, a few weekly date
nights, definitely every week. We should

try to get away more often. Your mother
would love the extra time with the kids.

Tim.

Yeah?

Shut up and kiss me.

Okay, thanks.

Yep. Bye, Mickey.

Well, Lucas is at Andrews getting his
leg looked at, and the woman formerly

known as Sienna Michaels is being held
awaiting extradition.

Formerly known?

Yeah. It turns out her real name is
Deirdre Mulray. She's a fugitive wanted

London for bank fraud. That's why she's
been hiding out in the Bahamas.

God, what is it with the Bahamas?

Fugitives, making scientists?

I mean, is it really that great?

Yeah, well...

We will just have to ask McGee when he
gets back.

Won't be any time soon.

He asked for a few more days off.

He and Delilah are going off grid.

Oh, that's good. That's good.

That's good for them.

They deserve it.

Really? I thought you'd be jealous.

What is it to be jealous of? You work at
the happiest job on earth.

You are so full of it. Hey, Gib, you
coming?

I'll catch up with you.

I would have come out there, but you
said to keep this between us. That's

What do you got?

Um, the blood you found.

I ran it like you asked.

I got a match.

Yeah. Gibbs,

I saw that you called.

A blood match came back.

Is it Fornell's?

Huh?

Damn it.

How much does Casey know?

Not much. Kept her in the dark like all
the others.

So Fornell is MIA and we are no closer
to catching Meriwether.

My head.

What are you suggesting?

We keep going.

For how long as long as it takes man?

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