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Previously on NCIS. Goodbye. Perfect timing, Gibbs.

Winston never showed up? No, he didn't, but I found him just the same.

What'd you do?

Nothing. I need some time. Check back with me in about two weeks. Two weeks?

159, please!

Fast food got to do with counterfeit opioids.

The pill pusher we were supposed to be following, he worked here.

Bingo, bango. Found this in the freezer.

I told you the pills were being run through this place.

Gibbs, I just found out the name of our drug kingpin, Meriwether. Is that a

first name or a last?

It's an alias. I'll meet you at the drive -thru in two days to explain.

Will it be $1 .59?

Where's the usual guy?

Toby? He has not shown up for work the last two days.

Blood match came back. Is it four nils?

Yeah. So Fresnel is MIA and we are no closer to catching Meriwether. What are

you suggesting? We keep going. For how long?

As long as it takes, man.

Had an empty chair next to me at our poker game tonight.

Again? Yeah, I've been busy.

Yeah, I see that.

50 ,000 opioid deaths just in the last year, Leon.

That's a football stadium full of parents and kids.

And Emily Fornell was almost one of them.

She got lucky. And she knows it, too.

She is doing the work.

So is her dad.

Yeah, that's why I'm here.

SecNav just pulled the plug on the op.

Op's not finished.

It is for us.

The order is to hand it over to the DEA. The DEA?

You know damn well there's no military connection.

They have done nothing. And after three months, Gibbs, we are no closer to

identifying Meriwether or plugging his opioid pipeline.

So as far as Secnav is concerned, all we've done is lost a man.

But now he's not lost.

He's undercover.

Three months is a long time to go dark. Gibbs, he hasn't even contacted his

daughter. And you haven't found a trace of him since he was working at that

burger joint.

You expect me to stop looking? No. I know you better than that. I need my

I wish I could give them to you. This is for now we're talking about. You think

I don't know that? Then call SECNAV back and fight. I have been fighting, Gibbs.

I don't have any more rope left.

I'm sorry.

The order is to hand over all of our evidence first thing in the morning.

Please tell me you're not going back to that airport again.

Something's going on out there. You told me I have until the morning. Gibbs,

you've been there a dozen times already.

Maybe this is lucky 13.

Goodbye.

Lower your weapon.

I can't do that.

Why? Because I've come way too far to have you blow this for me now.

What the hell are you talking about? Oh!

Son of a bitch!

Sorry, Gibbs!

Mary Weather has cameras all over this place.

If it doesn't look real, I'm a dead man.

Are you shooting me?

I'm shooting around you.

But my aim sucks.

If I were you, I'd be thinking about hiding.

How do you know the cameras don't have mics?

Because I set the system up.

So make this look real, butch.

Not that real!

Why haven't you checked in with your daughter?

The boss bugs all our phones. I couldn't risk it. Heads up!

Did you get an ID on Merriweather? No, not yet. But I will soon.

You said that three months ago. Did you even meet this guy?

No.

But I hear there's a big shipment of pills coming in. Something different.

Different? How?

I don't know.

I need more time.

You're out of time.

What? You trying to kill me?

If I wanted to kill you, you'd be dead.

Read me in.

Check your glove box in five minutes.

Now, try not to shoot me.

I understand, director.

I appreciate the heads up.

We'll increase our force protection condition to Bravo immediately.

You keep me updated, I'll do the same.

Ronell's alive.

He called you?

No, he kneed me and then... Meriwether had eyes on us.

So you hit him back?

I shot at him.

Okay, and then?

And then he gave me these.

I'm guessing that this blur is the infamous Meriwether. And those pills are

latest product.

Gibbs, these look like the same drugs that Emily Fornell OD'd on.

No. Fornell said that this batch? Different. Different how?

I'm not sure yet.

Okay.

Thank you for bringing all this to me, Gibbs.

We'll make sure it gets turned over to the DEA as soon as possible.

I was thinking we'd give it all to Casey instead.

We just talked about this.

Second half's orders were clear, Gibbs. I'm sorry. My hands are tied here.

What's this?

Something to untie your hands.

Petty Officer Marcus Rico?

I did some digging last night.

Kidding what you ate two days ago.

And the MPs found 300 of those stashed in his lockbox.

Odds are Rico's dealing.

We find him, he may lead us to Merriweather. You run that by a sec now.

Bad timing, Gibbs.

That phone call you walked in on? That was Homeland.

There's chatter of a possible terrorist attack on one of our military bases.

When? I don't know.

Had to raise the threat level.

I'll let you know as soon as I know more.

And until then, Mr. Director?

You gather your files, transfer to DEA, and we'll send them once you and your

team have had time to review them, which I would have to believe will take 72

hours.

Hopefully less.

Gibbs.

Take this bastard down.

You did all of this by yourself?

When?

Probably when he was sturgeon fishing.

You knew. Well, not specifically, but you kept disappearing without excuses.

I mean, something was up. Yeah, but maybe you did guess that he had a secret

girlfriend. Yeah.

Point is, why all the cloak and dagger stuff?

SecDef's orders.

Two men only.

Her new order is to turn over the Merriweather case to the DEA, but they

bought us a few days.

What is that?

A clue from Purnell. You want us to figure out in three days what Purnell

couldn't in three months?

And all we have to go on is a picture of Sasquatch.

Case is right on facial right. Well, it's what facial right? There's no face.

Well, not yet, but there will be what she gets done doing whatever the hell

does with these things. Hey, Officer Rico, he is our best shot at finding

Merriweather. I'll check social media, dig into his personal life. Bishop,

Torres. Talk to his CEO on it.

Start with the buck, mate.

I thought you enhanced it.

Hold your horses, because that's the original photo. After I ran a pixel

resolution and a photo clarity program.

Wait for it.

Ta -da!

That's enhanced?

Hey, I did the best I could with what you gave me. Let's just say for now

there's no Annie Leibowitz.

We got an ID.

I'm running facial recognition software now.

Fingers crossed, but no guarantees.

What about Fresnel's pills?

They're next on the list, but are you sure these aren't the same pills I

three months ago? They look identical. No, Fresnel said they're different.

Call me when you know something.

I know something.

Facial rec got a hit on Mr.

Blurryface. His real name is... Maxwell Hughes.

Nice work, Case.

Thanks. You know, never underestimate the power of uh -oh.

Uh -oh what?

Apparently his name is also Mikhail Kuzinov. It seems your Meriwether has

identities.

Oh, make that three, which I guess makes sense.

Drug king fans like to remain anonymous.

When you're done here, Case, get all the IDs to McGee.

Okay.

Might be a while.

Marcus is a total gym rat. By far the best trash talker on our intramural

The only problem is he's a scrub who can't back it up. He's one of those,

One game, he chucked up nine threes in the first half, all air balls.

But he never stopped talking trash.

He was actually a hell of a teammate.

Was, but changed.

Earlier this year, he blew out his knee during a field training exercise.

Right. He was prescribed Vicodin.

We checked out his medical records.

That stuff grabbed hold of him, sir. When the doctor's refills ran out, he

to find another source.

The drugs got expensive, so he started dealing to maintain his habit.

Is customer civilian or Navy?

Navy. Ma 'am, it started out with just a few guys, but it's gotten out of hand.

These knockoff opiates he's dealing, they are really addictive.

Yeah.

It's kind of the point.

Have you heard the name Meriwether before?

I'll take that as a yes. Look, I told you everything I know.

No, obviously you haven't. Your friend is missing.

You want to help us find him or not? Of course, ma 'am, but I don't want to die

trying either.

Meriwether won't find out you talked.

I sure as hell hope not.

Because from what I hear, Meriwether does not mess around.

Marcus left to pick up a batch of new pills two days ago, and I... I haven't

seen him since.

Where was the pickup?

I don't know, sir.

I swear.

My Navy career is over, isn't it?

Man, you messed up. You gotta be held accountable.

These new pills, what's so special about them?

The price.

Marcus normally charges 20 a pill, but Meriwether wanted him to cut the rate to

five. Why would a drug dealer want to practically give his stuff away?

Seven passports, all with the same photo, all with different names.

Which one's the married one?

None of them, actually. All the names are aliases. No addresses, no social

security numbers, nothing.

You accessed TSA records?

I did. That's where things get interesting. All seven of them routinely

back and forth to Russia.

Beltway burgers.

Napkins, now!

I'll get him, hon.

I saw this guy the day I went to visit Farnell.

He's probably checking on his operations.

Want to start interrogating employees? No, I don't want to tip off

I'll get Sloan to pull employee records, see if anybody stands out.

Speaking of Beltway, it seems that Petty Officer Rico is quite a fan.

He downloaded the diagnostics from his vehicle.

He didn't leave base a lot, but when he did, he went to four different Beltway

burgers in two different states.

What do they all have in common?

Other than burgers.

Hey, the state police found Petty Officer Rico.

Torres is escorting men now.

To interrogation?

No, to autopsy.

Man, he was just a kid.

He was 19.

You know, Emily Fresnel was lucky to live long enough to get off this stuff.

Taking Meriwether's opiate is like playing Russian roulette.

Not quite.

Russian roulette, at least you stand a chance.

Eddie, Officer Rico here was doomed the second he took that first pill.

That was Casey who just called. To no surprise, there are traces of opiates in

Rico's system, yes, but not nearly enough to kill an experienced user like

So what killed him?

A deadly combination of saxotoxin and abrin.

You mean poison?

Yeah. And Casey found the same cocktail of toxin in the coating of Meriwether's

latest batch.

See, these new pills aren't meant to get you high.

I read to kill you.

Okay, but I don't get it. Why would a drug dealer want to kill his customers?

I think I've got the answer to that.

I just figured out what Petty Officer Rico's four Beltway Burgers have in

common. They are all located within two miles of the four largest military

installations on the East Coast.

Ben, they told you there was chatter about a pending attack on one of the

Well, now we know who's behind it.

Meriwether's not just a drug dealer anymore.

No, he's a terrorist.

Biotoxin? I thought Meriwether was dealing counterfeit opioids.

He was, a lot of them. He's been flooding the East Coast with his opioids

years now. He's been preying on the military.

Built pipelines onto the bases.

How? By recruiting vulnerable Marines and sailors to go to work for him. And

he's been using Beltway Burgers as his distribution centers?

Sure seems that way.

The four bases that have the highest number of drug -related court -martials

all near Beltway Burgers.

But now this drug kingpin decides to become a terrorist and swap out his

for actual poison.

My God, how bad can this get?

Well, based on the potency of the poison and what we estimate the current

marketplace to be, we're talking about thousands of deaths.

Which explains why he was basically giving away the drugs.

But why target our military?

I don't know. We won't know until we find out who Merriweather is. Hey, maybe

can help with that. I ran background on all the employees at Beltway Burgers,

and there was one guy who stood out.

That's Fresnel's boss.

Shift manager Chad Hamilton, or so his name tag says. In reality, Chad has no

driver's license and no social security number.

An alias? Just like Merriweather. Yes, but unlike Merriweather, I know Chad's

real identity.

How? I went down to Beltway, waited for him to throw away a cup, then I grabbed

it and had Casey pull a prince.

Neat. Vladimir Ivanov, born in St. Petersburg, raised in Miami.

Two previous arrests for narcotics possession with intent to sell.

You got an address?

Ah, do I love a man in uniform.

Just your friendly neighborhood bug man.

You know, he's praying for bugs.

I am more concerned about that bug in your hand.

All right, we are good to go.

Entering backyard.

Now get that place and get out of there quickly.

Do I sound a little concerning in your voice, Bishop?

That is concern for the op and you not screwing it up.

This is the woman that's sitting on her butt watching TV.

Yeah, otherwise known as your backup, buddy.

Only thing you need to worry about is...

I'm backing up that van when I'm finished over here.

Keep talking. You'll be walking home.

Hey.

What are you doing?

Uh, exterminator.

Yeah, wrong house, buddy.

Oh, no, I'm in the right house. I got, uh, I got the odor right here.

Yeah, I didn't call you, man. You didn't, but the head of the HOA did.

I'm supposed to do the whole block.

There's, uh, infestation, red ant larva.

Man said it's not a good time.

Come back later.

Is that for now?

Get out of there, Nick. All right, all right. My bad, man. My bad. Okay, I'll

just start with your neighbor, but, uh... Hold up.

Just make sure you are who you say you are.

Enrique?

Come on, we don't have time for this.

Toby, go finish up inside.

Bayside Bugs, this is Kelly speaking.

Can I tell you about our termite special today?

Wrong number.

Abort, Nick.

Abort.

The red ant larva infestation?

Uh, yeah, yeah, but it's, you know, it's seasonal.

Not a big deal, you know? I don't care what it is. I don't want it in my house,

all right? So you spray the entire yard, all right?

You got it, boss.

What the hell are you guys doing here? About to ask you the same thing.

Bishop, gotta go.

I told you three times, Torres. I don't know where they took Bishop.

Just like you don't know that your drug dealer, Von, is now a terrorist?

I knew he was shifting gears somehow.

You've been on this guy for months.

What do you know?

I know I just saved your ass.

How about a little appreciation, buddy?

Where do you want to thank your car for that for now?

Bishop was kidnapped.

And whose fault was that?

Yours! For keeping us out of the loop because I didn't want this to happen!

Okay, you got it all out of your system yet? Or do I have to remind you both

that we are all on the same team?

Same team?

Where is his badge?

Tough talk, kid. Keep it up. See what happens.

Rosewood?

Does that mean anything to you?

Merriweather has codenames for all the places he uses to unload his product.

Rosewood is one of his warehouses. Jimmy found a napkin in the pocket of the guy

he just killed.

Has Rosewood run out?

Cornell, you think Rosewood is where these biotoxins are coming in? Could be.

Vlad told me there was a special shipment coming in later tonight.

He was about to tell me where it was, but then the bug boy here made his grand

entrance. Okay.

The warehouse.

You got an address?

No.

I've been there, so I think I can find it in West Baltimore.

Go.

I... I just offed one of the top lieutenants in Meriwether's crew.

And you're sending me in all alone?

I'm sending you a tourist.

What? No, no, Giz. I can't leave now.

Bishop is missing.

Agent Torres, find the drugs. They may lead us to her. And if not?

We'll find her.

Go, Nick.

And try not to kill each other.

All right, did you double -check the electronic discovery software?

It loops around to the original cloaking program.

All right, you ran the digital forensics cryptography program. Two hours ago.

Bishop's out there somewhere, and her life may depend on us hacking into this

dead guy's phone, but we can't figure it out.

Yeah.

Boss, none of our usual tricks are working here, not even our unusual

Not to mention, everything on the phone is written in Russian.

I will run that through my translation program.

That means boss.

Yeah.

Yeah. Is this Toby?

That's me.

Meriwether? Yes.

And if that scares you, it should.

Why is that?

Because I know you're a federal agent, or at least working with them.

And I don't take kindly to narcs infiltrating my organization.

You want an apology?

No.

I want Vladimir back.

I know you arrested him today.

We did.

He's being booked now.

Which he deserves.

I should just let him rot in prison.

But unlike you, Toby, I believe in loyalty.

So I have a deal, Superpubs.

Don't make deals with terrorists.

And I don't kill federal agents.

But sometimes we have to make exceptions.

Don't we?

NCIS Special Agent Eleanor Bishop.

Pretty girl.

but getting less pretty by the hour.

You have someone I want. I have someone you want. Let's trade. When and where?

McGillis Airport.

Parking lot 3C.

Just you and Bloody Mirror. One hour.

I need more time than that. It's not my problem.

If I don't see you both here in one hour, I'm leaving the country.

I'm taking the girl with me.

And trust me, Toby, she won't still be breathing when I land.

Boss, it's a friendly reminder, Vladimir's dead.

Yeah, I know, McGee. Well, so there's no way Fornell's gonna make it to the

airport on time.

Yeah, I know, McGee, I know. Well, what's our plan, then?

Okay, we're good. Cameras are disabled.

We taught you so much about electronic surveillance.

YouTube.

We taught you about YouTube.

Empty. Another home run for Denny Brasco over here.

Never said this is definitely where the shipment was coming in.

Just said it was our best lead.

Marry by the house, Bishop.

She okay?

For now.

We gotta clear this place quick. I gotta go.

What's up, my dude?

Sorry I'm late.

It's all good, bro.

They didn't even tell me you would call me.

Vlad here, too?

No. Vlad couldn't make it tonight.

For real?

Why not?

Because he's in jail.

Seems our friend Toby here has been working with the police.

He caught his partner performing surveillance outside Vlad's house.

Vlad?

Uh -uh.

I wouldn't do that, my dude.

Feather legion. Drop the gun.

Drop it!

Knees!

Knees! Knees!

Knees!

You know I'm not a cop. I have no rules.

Knees!

I guess we're even.

That's good.

Go get your girl back.

And take that bastard down for me.

Not a good time, Tobias.

Just talked to Vance. Heard your plan, if you can call it that.

McGee's posing as me?

You said Meriwether's never met you.

Yeah, but he's seen me on surveillance video. He knows what I look like. Got 30

years on you, McGee. A lot less hair.

He's wearing a ball cap.

A ball cap?

Really? Oh, well, then it's all... Look.

I don't care what Meriwether promised you. He wants to kill me, which means

going to kill you.

Not gonna let it happen.

You really think Meriwether is gonna trade Bishop for a corpse?

He doesn't know that Vladimir's dead. I'll tell him he's tied up in the trunk

till we get eyes on Bishop.

And then what happens?

Then I shoot Meriwether in the head.

You got a plan B?

Then don't miss.

What if Farnell's right?

Gibbs and McGee could be heading into an ambush. I know, Jack, but our options

are limited.

Director, you got me?

Loud and clear, Agent McGee.

All right, I just dropped Gibbs at the control tower.

ETA about 30 seconds.

Heading in position, Leon.

Copy that.

I'm entering the airport grounds now.

Got a visual.

What's your ETA to lot 3C?

Just pulled in.

He's six minutes late.

And Meriwether made it clear what would happen if she was late.

Got eyes on you, McGee.

No sign of Bishop or Meriwether. Hold position.

Something's not right with this, Leon.

Need the stats on this tower, Leon. Working on it, Gibbs. Stand by.

Elevation, 57 .17 feet.

Wind speed, east, southeast, six knots.

We got a plane.

Where?

hangers, McGee. Got it?

That's Meriwether. Have a visual in pursuit.

Thermal imaging shows a pilot, two passengers.

It's got to be Meriwether and Bishop.

Meriwether is not doing the trade, McGee. They're taking off.

What the hell is that?

Oh, God.

A bomb.

NCIS!

McGee?

It's a trap. There's a bomb on that plane. Get out of there now.

All right, boss. Cover me. I'm going in.

McGee, get your ass back in the car.

Tim, raise your hand if you can hear me.

His comms are out.

That plane's going to blow, Gibbs.

Get him out of there now. What about Bishop? You want one dead agent or two.

Gibbs, do you copy?

Copy.

Just fired.

He's not stopping.

Not going to stop.

What he has to.

Oh, man.

Okay.

Damn it.

Victim received two gunshot wounds, left biceps, right quadriceps. Shot range

was 850 meters, 308 Winchesters. And you know all this happened?

Fish up.

Fish up!

Nick! Fish up!

Tori, stop!

Ellie!

It's fuel fuel, stop! We gotta get Ellie! Fish up!

You all right?

Are you okay?

No, I wasn't on the plane.

John McClane, eat your heart out.

How did you get off of that plane?

Let's go on the plane.

Okay.

Meriwether wanted paper.

So he rigged the plane with a bomb.

Why would he want to kill his own guys?

He blamed them for allowing Fornell into his crew.

All right, thank you, Delilah.

You hang in there.

All right.

McGee's in surgery. The bullet in his leg nicked a femoral artery.

He's lost a lot of blood.

Gibbs, I just want to say that I know how hard this was. We got an idea on

Merriweather. Working on it. Work faster.

What this guy just did, I guarantee he's leaving the country.

Not today.

Vladimir's phone, the one McGee and I couldn't hack into, I just hacked into

And found what?

Vladimir's mobile bank records. Over the last year, he's wired $40 million to

the same woman.

You remember her, Gibbs?

She was with Meriwether at Beltway Burgers.

That's his daughter.

Oh, yeah, I figured that out after I looked up her social media.

I bet she's been laundering her daddy's money for him. We pick her up, lean on

her, and she leads us to her dad. I think her dad might be with her. Today's

21st birthday, and she's been posting about a special gift he's bringing her.

This guy really has the nerve to stick around after what he did.

He's been using fake identities to hide in plain sight for years.

Not anymore.

Happy birthday. Cheers.

To my beautiful baby girl.

All grown up, happy birthday.

Thanks, Daddy.

No, no, no.

Don't thank me yet.

Not until you see what's parked around the corner.

Better be the red one.

Full sport package, right?

I hope you leased it, Alexi.

Been a while since you heard your real name, huh? Federal agents.

Daddy? You got some cuffs?

Hi.

I'm Toby.

Nice to finally meet you.

Nice for me, at least.

It's okay, sweetie. I won't be gone long.

Oh, no worries.

She's going with you. Me?

What did I do?

You helped Daddy hide his money.

I'll handle this. Just keep quiet.

Okay, I'll get you bailed. You promised this wouldn't happen. You said offshore

couldn't be traced. Hey, shut the hell up!

Take me. Don't arrest her.

You're throwing my daughter's life away.

Guess now you know what that feels like.

Alexei Mishkin.

Never heard of him. He worked hard at that.

Burned all traces of his real identity years ago when he entered the drug game.

And our drug lord suddenly turns into a terrorist.

Why? Money.

But didn't he have money?

Not this kind of money. His precious baby girl's bank accounts were a

trove for illegal wire transfer.

Offshore money.

All in the last few months.

How many zeros is that?

Enough to try to kill thousands of sailors and murder.

So who bought him?

Not that many people with that kind of money, but there are governments.

And Alexei has ties to a Russian oligarch who's known for poisoning

the Kremlin.

I just got an update from Delilah.

McGee's out of surgery.

How is he?

Stable, but the doctors say he's still not out of the woods. And Delilah?

Seems like she's putting on a brave face, but I think she could use a little

backup. I'll update SecNav and I'll check in with Delilah myself.

Okay. I'm going to head to the hospital tomorrow morning.

I'll meet you there.

It's good work.

Go home.

Sir.

You, uh, you think he's okay?

I think he did what he had to do.

Yeah, I get that.

But he did just shoot one of his best friends, and he's acting like it's any

other day.

Well, it's Gibbs.

Nothing fazes him.

Yeah, well, maybe something should.

I don't know if I should punch you or if I should hug you.

Can we start with a hug?

You scared the hell out of me. Sorry, I wanted to call, but I couldn't until

this was over.

I got something for you.

I know you did this all for me, but I really don't know how I'm ever going to

make it up to you.

You just did.

And you cleaned up my mess.

Most of it.

I was too scared to touch that bloodstain over there.

Is that your blood, Daddy?

Some of it.

But you're okay, right?

I am now.

What happened?

I'll be on the floor if you have any questions.

How is he?

No change.

They just... They still don't know.

Delilah, I... Caps, you don't have to say it.

I know.

You had no choice.

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