All language subtitles for NCIS Origins s02e10 Lean on Me.eng

SWANSON: Where is Stanley
Turner? Who's in charge?

My husband's in charge,

but we haven't seen Stanley
since yesterday.

FRANKS:
Abe! Where's my brother?

I heard Stanley's name
on the scanner.

They said what he did.

RANDY: It'd be great to be
able to tap you as a field agent.

-HERM: What if
I freeze up again? -RANDY: Hey.

I got you. You got me.

Okay?

LALA:
Manuel Santiago.

Flaco's telling you
to keep on me?

-You're seeing Flaco's guy?
-I'm not seeing him.

Sometimes, I see
that gangbanger at church,

and we talk about our day, okay?
You're the one

who got drunk-married in Vegas.

(exhales)

LALA:
Come on...

OLDER GIBBS:
The evidence locker window.

-LALA: Oh, yes. Yes.
-FRANKS: Mm-mm.

Every day,
Kowalski would look out

and he would take stock.

"The office is a living,
breathing thing."

That's what Kowalski
always said.

FRANKS:
Like it's my fault...

He charted its ups and downs,
the ebbs and flows.

What he saw from that window-

it wasn't always good.
Wasn't always happy.

But what mattered, he said,

was that folks were putting
their heads together.

When the office
was communicating,

the work was
getting done right.

Cases were getting solved.

(Randy laughs)

And more often than not,

people could make it home
in time for dinner.

But every now and then,

Kowalski would look
out the window

and he'd notice
that things were off.

Oh.

He'd notice that
we were in our own worlds.

We were operating
next to each other

instead of with each other.

And that's when
he'd take action.

KOWALSKI:
Hey, Smitty.

Hey, close it down
for us tonight, all right?

OLDER GIBBS:
"Kowalski Cocktails," he called it.

Yeah. All right, thanks.

It was his way
of team building.

-Hey, kid.
-Yeah?

I'm calling Kowalski Cocktails
for tonight.

Make sure everyone knows.

Oh, can you have Mary Jo do it?

-I'm trying to get this thing
wrapped up. -Right.

I'm sorry to bother you.

I thought you had
leadership goals.

What?

I thought you wanted to be
a team leader someday.

What does being team leader
have to do

with telling people
about drinks?

-Hey, Mike.
-What do you need?

Got a guy coming by
to fix my TV.

I'm calling Kowalski Cocktails
for tonight.

-Make sure everyone knows.
-Listen up, people!

Kowalski Cocktails tonight.

Gail, call Wheeler,
let him know.

Giddyap. Kowalski Cocktails.
I will see you there.

KOWALSKI:
You see that?

Team leader takes
significant information

and acts on it.

I didn't realize
that wasn't something

-you're interested in.
-I didn't say that.

I'll see you at Daly's, kid.

OLDER GIBBS:
Back then,

I didn't know if I had what
it took to be a team leader.

I figured
I'd go to drinks that night

and put it out of my head.

But that's not what happened.

Because that night
was about to become

one of the craziest
12-hour runs in NIS history.

After that night, when Kowalski
looked out his window,

he'd never see me
the same again.

? ?

FRANKS: You get it fixed?

What happened was,
you had a couple of

bad solder joints.

JANE (over TV):
...discussing this evening.

See that?

I do outstanding work.
Picture's clear as day.

Joining us
is Abe Pruitt's wife, Beth.

And also with us is legal rep

for the Pruitt family,
Doug Westmont.

Thank you for having us, Jane.

The hell? You seen this?

JANE: To begin, I'd like
to hear from you, Beth.

How do you feel about
your husband's recent arrest?

That's Abe Pruitt's bigamy wife.

They got Doug Westmont
as their lawyer now?

Oh, are they the ones
that helped that guy

blow up the MovieDome?

Doug Westmont, he's a big deal.

Abe has been doing so many
positive things with our land.

She's an idiot.
Pruitt's got her brainwashed.

NIS had nothing to connect him
to the bombing,

but they just want
to strut around

with a big fish on their hook.

Hey, if I'm strutting,
you're gonna know I'm strutting.

Hand me that wrench, would you?

DOUG: Abe should be
released immediately.

Released? You hearing
this blood-sucking...

-(back cracks)
-Ah! Son of a bitch!

-SYLVIA: Are you all right?
-(groans)

What happened? What's wrong?

-My back.
-SYLVIA: Don't move.

-Oh, my back.
-SYLVIA: D-Don't move. Don't move.

Hey. K-Cocktails tonight.
Did you guys hear?

RANDY: Yeah.
Hey, when we're there,

we should reenact that scene
from Cheers last night.

I'll be Norm.

-I didn't see it.
-What?

-You never miss Cheers.
Did you tape it? -LALA: No.

-Why not?
-I forgot.

-RANDY: What were you doing?
-Nothing.

If you weren't doing anything,

-why weren't you watching
Cheers? -VERA: Oh, Randolf,

let's go. I need alcohol

before I hear you
talk this much.

-Roy, shake a leg.
-One of us needs to wait for Dalton.

He's duty agent tonight,

-and he's not here yet.
-Randolf.

Hold on,
let me put you on speaker.

FRANKS (over phone):
No, don't put me on speaker.

Sorry, boss, I already did it.

You want me to take you off?

(groans) Forget it, Randolf,
I just...

Uh... (groan)
Threw out my damn back.

-Doing what?
-Picking something up off the floor.

What? No, that's like
an old person thing to happen.

Maybe you're just sore
from lifting.

Just tell Kowalski
I ain't gonna make it tonight.

VERA: No. Uh-uh.
You know how Kowalski gets

when we miss K-Cocktails.

Look, I got magic hands,

passed down from my Aunt Gloria.

I'll go to your house,
adjust your back,

and then we can go
to Daly's from there.

No, Vera, I don't want you
coming over here.

ALL:
She's already gone.

-(sighs) Dammit.
-(phone hangs up)

Well, that was abrupt.

You guys should go.

-I'll wait for Dalton.
Meet you over there. -LALA: No.

I'll stay. I'm the alternate.

GIBBS:
No, I got it.

Kowalski was
busting my balls earlier.

If he gets in a few drinks
before I see him,

-maybe he'll let up.

-(door opens)
-POLANCO: I need a...

(labored breathing)

RANDY:
Hey, there. Can we help you?

I need to...

I need to make a report.

-Yeah?
-(coughing)

-What's going on?
-How much have you had to drink tonight, man?

I'll get him to the drunk tank.

-You guys should get
out of here. -Love you, Gibbs.

GIBBS:
Mm-hmm.

Seriously, why didn't you
watch Cheers last night?

GIBBS:
Mary Jo, you take off yet?

Gibbs.
Did you hear from Dalton?

He's supposed to be
the duty agent tonight.

We need to call the MPs,

get this guy transferred
over to the drunk tank.

Gail, did you forget to give

Dalton Basement
his schedule again?

I know we call him Basement,

but I do tend to forget
his office is down there.

You got any ID on you? Hmm?

You all are doing makeup?

Daly's shut down
for NIS folks only.

-No one to impress.
-NADIA: Oh,

well, Gail has a thing for JJ,

so I'm thinking a fierce
smokey eye will seal the deal.

Lord help us.

Yeah, I got a drunk Marine here.

Captain Brian Polanco.

Yeah, Polanco.

Get over to Daly's. I got him.

I appreciate someone
taking initiative around here.

That's very nice, Gibbs.
I like that very much.

Okay. Yeah, we'll see you
here soon. Thanks.

-He sprayed me.
-GIBBS: What's that?

POLANCO:
Someone sprayed me.

Last night.

I was walking up
to my place, and then...

...sprayed me in the face.

You saying you were assaulted?

Oh, dammit. Captain? You okay?

-Polanco? Gail, call 911.
-What?

-We need an ambulance!
-Hey, what's going on?

GIBBS:
I don't know. I thought he was drunk.

-Something's wrong.
-Gary, back. Back.

Polanco. Look at me.

Brian! Brian?

Hey! Look at me!

-(knocking at door)
-VERA: Franks, it's Vera. -(groans)

It's open. (sighs)

-(knocking on door continues)
-VERA: Hey. Let me in.

Said it's open!

Son of a bitch. (groans)

Oh... (chuckles)

Oh, my God.

I'm sorry. I-I didn't expect you
to be on the floor.

-(groans)
-Uh, okay, where's the pain?

-Here. Ow. Ow.
-Ooh.

-Here, get on
your stomach. Yeah. -What?

No. This is the
only position I can be in.

Yeah, well, it only works
if you're on your stomach.

-I can't. Don't touch me.
-So, here, come on.

-Come on.
-Stop. I can't.

-Mike, don't fight me on this.
-I can't. Vera!

(yelps)

Ah...

-Huh.
-Better?

-Yeah.
-Yeah.

-Oh.
-Ah?

-How the hell'd you do that?
-Magic hands.

Hey. Want some water
before we go get wasted?

-(sighs)
-Hey.

What?

(sighs)

Rando's right.

This only happens to old people.

Next thing you know,
I'm retired,

eating Hungry-Mans
in front of the TV all day

just waiting
to shrivel up and die.

Are you kidding me?

I can't wait to get old.

Then I can finally say
what's on my mind,

instead of holding back
all the time.

(phone ringing)

You sit there. I'll get it.

By the way, you're not geriatric
until your ass gets flat.

-(laughs)
-Hello.

-Michael Franks's residence.
-GAIL (over phone): Vera?

-Is that you?
-VERA: Yes, Gail, it's me. What do you need?

GAIL:
That guy that came in here is unconscious now.

-VERA: What guy?
-What's she want?

NADIA: There was a guy that
came in after you guys left.

Uh, we thought he was drunk,

but then he started
having a seizure.

The paramedic took
one look at him

and told his partner
not to come in.

He said it wasn't safe.

He told the other paramedic
to wait outside?

Paramedic for what?

GAIL:
Can you and Franks just come back here?

This doesn't feel right,

and Gibbs is
the highest-ranking agent here,

and according to Kowalski,
he has no leadership goals.

Yeah, we're on our way.

(phone hangs up)

WESLEY:
Okay, he's stabilizing.

O2 sats are coming back up.

Get some masks out of my kit.

-What's going on?
-WESLEY: How long have you all been with him?

Why'd you tell your partner
not to come in?

WESLEY:
Was anyone else exposed to him?

("Love Shack"
by The B-52's playing)

? Bang, bang, bang
on the door, baby ?

? Knock a little louder, sugar ?

-(phone ringing)
-? Bang, bang, bang ?

? On the door, baby ?

(ringing)

? I can't hear you ?

? Bang, bang, bang... ?

SMITTY (over phone):
Daly's, this is Smitty.

GIBBS:
Smitty, it's Gibbs. I need to talk to Lala.

SMITTY:
Gibbs!

You're doing what now?

Shut off the damn music,
this is an emergency.

I need to talk to Lala.

-Okay, I got you. Lala.
-? I can't hear you ?

-? Bang, bang... ?
-Lala.

-Lala!
-? Bang on the door, baby... ?

Gibbs needs to talk to you.
Something's happened.

-And lift.
-HERM: Okay,

so we're gonna quarantine him

in the rec room.

Gail, clear the building.
Make sure no one else is here.

-LALA: Hello? Gibbs?
-Are you okay?

Yeah. What-what do you mean?
What's going on?

GIBBS:
That guy that came in, he wasn't drunk.

He has a virus.
He's contagious.

-What kind of virus?
-What? Who's got a virus?

-That drunk guy.
-Wait, are they saying we were exposed?

GIBBS:
Lala, listen to me.

It's called the Lenkah virus.

The Lenkah virus?

The paramedic said that
the last case was in 1924,

but then, last month,

-someone else got it.
-Lenkah...

I read about it in the paper

a couple of weeks ago.

Some woman was exposed
at a lab in Mexico.

-W-What happened to her?
-MARY JO: They quarantined her.

A week later, she died.

GIBBS:
Are any of you guys showing symptoms?

Slurred speech, seizure,
trouble breathing,

-coughing?
-Uh, no.

-What-what's he saying?
-You all need to stay there.

No one can leave
until we know more.

They're trying to stop it
from spreading.

We're all on lockdown
until further notice.

-(microphone feedback)
-So you telling me the kid's running point on this thing,

and we're all cued up to die?

-Probie, open up!
-Hey! Hey!

Gibbs told you ten times
on the radio.

We shouldn't even be here.

I told you, you can't be here.

I heard what you said, probie,

but I ain't leaving you
with this alone.

-Boss. Boss, you know I'm right.
-Ugh.

Look, Wheeler's on his way to
talk to some top disease doctor.

He said you should meet him over
at Blue Ridge Medical Center.

Who else you got in there?

Herm, Gail, Nadia,
and the paramedic.

Wheeler told us not to tell
anyone what's going on

till we figure out protocol.

No, it makes sense.

Word gets out,
the public's gonna panic.

GIBBS:
We aren't even allowed to call our families.

(Gary barking)

You didn't say
you had Gary in there.

Let him out, probie.
He's trying to get to me.

No, he needs to stay put.
He was exposed, too.

We don't know if this thing
can infect animals.

Boss, go meet with the doctor.

That's what we need you to do.

Come on, Mike, let's go.

Y'all three take care
of each other.

HERM:
He keeps running from me.

I'm trying to keep him away
from Polanco,

but he doesn't want to listen.

I think he's wanting
to stand guard

'cause he knows the guy's dying.

(footsteps approach)

I did a second sweep
of the building to make sure

no one else was here.
I also called Lala

and read her
Polanco's service record.

I didn't think
we'd get that till morning.

I busted some heads via phone
and got it faxed over.

Okay, Gail.

Good work.

CARL:
Well, here's to our lives

being in the hands
of the JV squad.

To feeling no pain when
we start croaking later tonight.

Hey, yo, JJ,
speaking of the JV squad,

-I hear Gail wants
in your pants. -MARY JO: Carl,

-shut your mouth.
-(laughter)

I got some food on
in the kitchen.

Y'all need to stay hydrated.

SMITTY:
Hey, I'm just the bartender.

I got nothing to do
with the NIS,

and Cliff Wheeler's
gonna tell me

I can't call my friends to get
one of them to take my cat?

-Justice for Smitty.
-Yeah, justice for Smitty.

SMITTY:
Justice for me

-and Mr. Whiskers!
-(laughter)

The last people
I want to die with.

RANDY:
Okay, I wrote down everything Gail told us.

Lala, I heard you
on the phone with Gail.

Did she say what happened
with Dalton Basement?

Basement?

She didn't mention him.

Did she tell him not to show up
for night duty?

LALA:
I assume so.

She was actually pretty with-it
on the phone.

-My Gail? Gail Price?
-LALA: Why?

You think she got
this stuff wrong?

I want you to close your eyes

and imagine Gail
as head secretary over there.

You tell me if you think
stuff is getting messed up.

I have similar concerns
about Herm.

If this virus
is gonna take us all out,

we can't let it take
the chain of custody, too.

And Herm needs to make sure that
all evidence is logged in, stat.

Tell you what, let's write
a list of instructions

for Gail and Herm,

then we can relay it all
on one phone call

-to keep the line open.
-Great.

Franks and Vera should have
an update for us soon.

REPORTER:
Hey! Move that news van over here!

That epi-guy we're meeting,
what's his name?

If you mean epidemiologist,
her name is Dr. Harding.

And hey, you know, I was
thinking on the way over here,

I'm really impressed
with how Roy

is handling this whole thing.

Yeah, well, I trained him.

No, I mean it.

Like, the way he was
holding that door shut on you?

I haven't seen
someone take charge

in a way that robust since...

never.

Certainly not in our office.

REPORTER:
...Medical Center. And we can confirm that

-this latest case of Lenkah
occurred... -VERA: Excuse us.

-...on Camp Pendleton...
-You know you all shouldn't be blocking the door.

...though details
are still pouring in.

Hey, none of that's confirmed.
Where you getting that?

Are you a representative
from Pendleton?

What can you tell us
about the outbreak?

-How many people are infected?
-(indistinct chatter)

Hey, step back.

Hey, get out of my face.

Can you confirm that
the outbreak is contained?

VERA:
Hey, hey, hey.

You are blocking the entrance
to a damn hospital.

-Let's go.
-Use your brain.

FRANKS:
Move! Get out of the way.

SECURITY GUARD:
We can't let you in the building.

Thank you.

Please, just stay back.

-(baby crying)
-(indistinct chatter)

(woman coughing)

Form a line and grab a mask.
We can't help you

-unless you get checked in.
-NIS. The hell's going on here?

They heard about the case
of Lenkah on the news.

They think they have symptoms.

Are you from the government?

What are the symptoms?
Ugh, I'm feeling dizzy.

But there are people
coughing inside here.

Ma'am, I'm sure that the doctors

will see all of you
as soon as they can.

They're not gonna let us leave
if we have it, right?

-Uh...
-My name is Elliot Thorpe.

-Okay, Mr. Thorpe...
-Elliot Thorpe.

I need you to get
a message to my wife.

I need you to tell her
that I love her.

-Agent Franks?
-FRANKS: Yeah.

Dr. Harding.

Follow me.

RANDY: You really think we can
trust the stuff you got from Gail?

I'm feeling lucky.
Let's put it up.

Okay. Victim is
Captain Brian Polanco.

He was sprayed with something
in his face

on his way home last night.

The assailant likely ran off.

Herm confirmed Polanco called in
sick to work this morning.

Paramedic Wesley
thinks this spray

must've been an aerosolized
version of the virus.

Hopefully, Polanco went
straight from his place

to NIS and didn't infect
anyone else along the way.

Okay, what are the victim stats?

-Polanco is single.
-Mm-hmm.

Assigned to Supply Battalion.
Lives alone

on base in
the bachelor officer quarters.

What the heck is that?

You said his parents
are in Boise, right?

That's them living in Idaho.

Phone number's on the back.

Gail tried them
a bunch of times. No answer.

(Randy sighs)

You infect one person
on Pendleton,

it's a pretty good way
to take down the entire base.

Listen...

What were you doing last night
instead of watching Cheers?

Why do you even care
about that right now?

Because...

I can't call Junie.

I may never be able
to hold Junior again,

and the fact
that you're shutting me out

is making me question
the depth of our friendship,

which is, like,

super troubling
at a time like this,

when I need you the most.

Oh, my God,
you are just that nosy.

-I'm sorry, I can't help it.
-Come on,

let's go.

Let's nail this bastard
before we die.

Captain Polanco's symptoms are
in line with the Lenkah virus,

but I can't make
a definitive determination

that this is Lenkah
without a sample.

What's the treatment
for Lenkah?

My team is working
on some experimental avenues,

but there is no treatment,
as of yet,

which is troubling,
given that the virus has

a 95% mortality rate.

VERA:
But, uh, just because

someone might've been exposed,

that 95% doesn't apply
to everyone, right?

Oh, it's highly unlikely
that you were exposed

to anything other than
the common cold

back there in the lobby.

People hear about a case, and

they become paranoid
that they have symptoms.

The same thing
happened in Mexico.

She ain't talking about us.

We got co-workers
Polanco breathed on.

HARDING:
Oh.

Yes, well, that is
a horse of a different color.

BRIGADIER GENERAL:
This could be an act of bioterrorism.

We need to take steps
to secure the base.

Listen, friend, we don't know
much about Lenkah,

but we estimate
an R-naught of 19

with an incubation period
of two to 12 hours.

That means that one person

has the potential
to infect 19 others,

and symptoms show up quick.
If...

if this is the start
of an outbreak,

it's gonna go
far beyond Pendleton.

How the hell do we spin this?

How the hell did the press get

ahold of it in the first place?

Wheeler,
you were given strict orders

not to let your people talk
to anyone outside the-

Sir, I gave my people
instructions.

I guarantee they followed them
to the letter.

It's possible the victim
tipped someone off

before he came to NIS.

You need to plug
your leak, Cliff.

-I don't have a leak, Connie.
-CONNIE: Mm-hmm.

FRANKS:
All right, enough.

Got a team at NIS,
a team at Daly's.

Someone here best tell me
what to do to get them home.

The first step is to confirm

that this is indeed Lenkah.

I can lead a team in to extract
a sample from Polanco,

but I need some time
to properly mitigate the risk.

How much time do we have?

Polanco was infected last night,

he had a clean
bill of health. (sighs)

Lenkah would take
approximately one week

from the time of infection to
kill a healthy 30-year-old male.

Who would have access
to a dang virus?

Did Polanco's parents
give us anything?

I still couldn't
get ahold of them.

Polanco's the same.

His breathing is more labored.

Uh, your dog's still out there
trying to watch over him.

Yeah, I told him he's got to
stay up here to be safe.

I mean, we were all
exposed anyway, right?

Doesn't really matter
if we wear masks

or how far we stay away now.

Well, Gibbs feels better
with us up here.

Where is he?

Press is reporting
what happened,

so we got the go-ahead
to call our families.

We're taking turns.

Oh, uh, Mary Jo
and Kowalski called.

Uh, Kowalski wants you to secure

the chain of custody
for all the evidence.

I did that already. What's
he think? I'm incompetent?

I know, Mary Jo was acting like
I'm incompetent, too.

DIANE (over phone):
I turned on the TV

-Diane...
-It's-it's on every channel. Oh, my God.

Are you, are you feeling sick?

Diane, I'm fine.
It's gonna be fine.

It's not fine.

It's not fine. (crying)

Leroy?

People are depending on me.

Everyone's depending on me.

(sighs)

Then they're in good hands.

(Gary barking)

I got to go. Love you.

(barking loudly)

-HERM: What's going on, Gary?
-(whines)

-Gary!
-(Gary barking)

GAIL:
Gibbs.

Stay here.

(Gary continues barking)

(whines)

-GIBBS: Stay. Stay, stay.
-(monitor flatlining)

-GIBBS: Stay there, bud. Hey.
-WESLEY: 17, 18, 19, 20.

21, 22, 23...

-What's happening?
-WESLEY: Cardiac arrest.

27, 28, 29, 30.

Checking for pulse.

HERM:
You got one?

(sighs)

GIBBS:
Oh, come on. No.

Come on, come on.

Come on, Brian.

Come on, buddy!

Wake up!

WESLEY:
Gibbs.

Gibbs, he's gone.

He's gone.

HERM:
We tried, Gibbs.

We tried.

(Wesley exhales sharply)

HERM:
Man, you okay?

GIBBS:
Wesley?

WESLEY:
I can't breathe.

-(panting)
-HERM: Aw hell.

He must've caught it.

GIBBS:
It's okay. Calm down.

-(labored breathing)
-GIBBS: Hey...

HERM:
Gibbs! Don't touch him.

He has the virus. Gibbs!

Okay, listen. We got news.
It's not great.

Just- But just remember,

we're putting together a team,
and-and we-we...

Polanco's dead. Paramedic
Wesley's showing symptoms.

(laughter, overlapping chatter
over phone)

Y'all going looney over there?

-Here we go, here we go.
-They're drunk.

-Oh, no.
-(laughter)

JJ, Carl, and Smitty
are being idiots.

That don't sound like Smitty.

They think
they're gonna die, Mike.

Now's not the time to judge.

Is Gibbs...

Is anyone else
showing symptoms?

-FRANKS: Just the paramedic.
-VERA: Listen.

Dr. Harding thought Polanco
would have a week

before the virus killed him.

Could be this
isn't Lenkah at all.

LALA:
Or it could be a worse strain.

Look, we're gonna get answers.

The disease doc's coming over.

Her and Tango are gonna call
Gibbs and Herm,

tell them how to take a sample.

What? I thought Dr. Harding was
leading a team in to do it.

VERA:
That's when we thought it was Lenkah.

If it's something else,

we don't know
what could be released

when they cut into the lung.

Since, uh, Gibbs and Herm

have already been exposed...

But if it's that dangerous,

shouldn't someone
with medical...

What about the paramedic?

He ain't in no shape.

He quarantined himself
in the kitchen.

Mike?

Dr. Harding wants forensics
to sign off on these orders

once they get the sample.

Okay, listen, Lala,

I want you staying positive,
you hear me?

I mean, from what I saw
from Gibbs today,

solid set of cojones developing
on that one. (chuckles)

I mean, nothing
on par with yours,

-but, uh, still.
-Keep me in the loop, okay?

VERA:
You got it.

(cheering, laughter)

-JJ: Justice for Smitty.
-(cheering)

Hey. Randy moved
your board back there.

He said he couldn't concentrate
with the Three Stooges.

(laughter continues)

Oh, holy mother. That's a lot.

Wait, um, so the paramedic

is too sick to take the sample?

Give me a quarter,
I need to call Gibbs.

I'm not using the bar phone.
I need privacy.

He's in charge over there.
He's probably freaking out.

I got to give him
an inspirational talk.

Yeah, I-I don't,
I don't have a quarter.

Listen, I finally got ahold
of Polanco's mom. Lala.

I don't have a quarter.

Polanco's mom said
he had no enemies.

The only thing I got from her

is that he was taking
a cooking class.

-(scoffs)
-RANDY: Which...

Anyone got a frickin' quarter?

-MEN: No!
-(laughter)

(phone ringing)

-Yeah, Gibbs.
-LALA: Gibbs.

It's Lala.

I just kicked the hell
out of the cigarette machine

until a quarter came out
so I could call you.

MAN (over radio):
AJ-28. Dark Days, do you copy?

-LALA: What?
-Sorry.

It's the paramedic's radio.
Hang on.

(radio shuts off)

Okay.

-You got an update?
-What?

Uh, no. I, uh... I-I just...

I heard about how
you gotta take a sample

-from Polanco's lung.
-Yeah.

I was gonna give you
an inspirational speech.

But I guess that's
not really my thing.

Lucky I'm not the one
in charge over there, huh?

(chuckles)

You think I should give
an inspirational speech?

(chuckling):
I don't know!

Probably.

Um...

Listen...

I...

I should go.

Randy's been super needy.

Okay.

-Lala-
-(dial tone sounding)

HERM:
Gibbs!

Gary's sick!
He's got the virus!

I-I walked in,

-he was layin' here.
-(whining)

-His breathing is shallow.
-We gotta do mouth-to-mouth.

What the heck?
He smells like onions.

Onions? Nah, he...

Oh, no. No!

-What?
-No, no.

-No!
-GIBBS: What?

Hell nah.

-Come on, what happened?
-He didn't catch the virus,

he ate the dang onion.

NADIA:
What's going on? We heard yelling.

Go get me
some hydrogen peroxide.

-What?
-Now!

We need Gary to drink it
to make him throw up.

Wesley's kit is on my desk.

Go! Come on, hurry up.

What are you doing with
a crate of onions in here?

Evidence. Some dude was
using 'em to smuggle coke.

GIBBS:
What, he ate cocaine, too?

Nah, dude,
we took the drugs out.

Aren't onions poisonous to dogs?

Yeah,
and they're gonna kill him

if we can't get him
to puke 'em out.

Where's the hydrogen peroxide?

NADIA:
There wasn't any in Wesley's kit.

Check the first aid kits. Uh...

kitchen under the sink,
bathrooms, Mary Jo's desk. Go!

(Gary whines)

You're okay, bud.
You're gonna be okay.

There was nothing in MJ's desk.

This was in the kitchen,

but there's no label on it.

-Oh!
-GAIL: Come on!

-You guys okay?
-Gibbs!

Sorry about this, buddy.
Come on, open up.

-(Gary whimpering)
-Oh... I'm sorry, pal.

(panting)

Never knew it could come
out of both ends with

that kind of velocity.

My dog ate four onions once,
when I was a kid.

That's how you knew what to do?

You're a hero, man.

You saved his life.

(sighs)

I'll check on Wesley.

Then I'll give
an inspirational speech...

(Herm chuckles)

...and you and me will
get that lung sample.

? ?

Is that for Carl or JJ?

-Carl.
-No, no.

Carl's like a dog.
He can't do onions.

I'm telling you, if folks aren't
fed right, things go wrong.

I can guarantee
Gail's not keeping them fed

and hydrated over there.

Mary Jo, we did what we could,
and we raised them right.

Now, all we can do
is hope they fly.

Nadia, pass around
some granola bars, please.

If folks aren't fed right,
things go wrong.

Wesley's still in the kitchen.
He doesn't look good.

HERM:
So we ready to get the sample, then?

We got everything
we need in here?

CBRN is two minutes out.

I'll have them wait
outside the main doors

for the sample handoff.

Nadia will give them
the quickest route to forensics.

Look...

I know we're all wishing
we were someplace else,

but we're not.

We're here,
and we're all we got.

Whatever it takes
to get this sample,

whatever it tells us,
whatever happens in the end,

we're gonna know we did
everything we could

for each other.

That means something.

Let's light it up, boss.

(phone rings)

Gail...

Hold our calls.

? ?

-Dammit, what the hell is that?
-HERM: (stammers) Yo, yo. This don't look right.

GIBBS:
What do you want me to do? You want me to stop?

HERM:
You're gonna pop something in there,

and we'll get sprayed
with poison, dude.

GIBBS:
We don't feel right about this.

HARDING (over phone):
If you made the incision

in the fourth

intercostal space...

GIBBS (over phone):
We don't know what that means.

Okay, take a breath.

It's the space between
the fourth and fifth ribs.

We're confident
you have that part right.

Are you pulling open
enough muscle tissue

to see the outside of the lung?

HERM:
I don't know, lady. All I see is bloody lasagna.

TANGO:
Gibbs, listen to me.

Once you cut into the lung,
we need you to be quick.

We don't want you overexposed
to whatever gasses are expelled.

Get the sample

-and get out of there.
-Doc,

I don't know what the hell
I'm looking at here.

VERA:
Is this the lung?

-This what they're looking for?
-Yes.

-Hey, hey, Herm?
-HERM: What?

Do you remember when I took you
out on the Harley last week,

and there was this guy
on a Yamaha

in front of us at the light?

A-And you were like,

"Whoa, that guy
should be wearing a helmet,"

and I said he should at least
be wearing a hat because

his head was all sweaty
and-and he was bald,

-and he was getting sunburned.
-HERM: Uh, yeah?

The lung looks just like
that guy's bald head.

Same shade of pink

and-and shiny and smooth

and unattractive.

HERM:
Okay, I-I think I see it.

-It's that.
-GIBBS: That thing?

HERM: Yeah, it looks like a white
dude's sunburned head, don't it?

GIBBS:
Hold your breath. I'm going on three.

-One.
-Oh, Lord, please do not

squirt poison in my face.
Please.

-GIBBS: Two.
-Please don't let us die.

Please don't let us die.
Please don't let us die.

-GIBBS: Three.
-(Herm inhales)

Well, props to Gibbs and Herm.

Did a masterful job
with this extraction.

Okay. Sample's
officially secured.

We take these things off now?

Well, the sample was exposed
to the air earlier

when we put it in the ELISA.

We'll decontaminate
after we get the results.

Can we take the suits off
or not, Woodrow?

No!

How much longer
does this thing take to cook?

We've been waiting forever.

Is the suit hurting your back?

Uh, Vera called ahead,

told us to be sensitive
to your, um, aging body.

WOODY:
I-I-I'm sorry, I-I-I got to say.

You know... (stammers) What is
with all the self-absorption

happening here, Michael?

You know, we all know
you're getting older.

Okay? We could see
your hairline.

There are people
dying over here, pal.

You're the ones
that brought this up.

-Ooh.
-No.

No, no, no. Phil, let me.

I did all the legwork.

No. Okay, no. Okay?
We talked about this.

I get first dibs on all
high-level test results.

PHIL: (scoffs) Wow.
Well, don't expect me

to share my Corn Nuts
with you later.

WOODY:
This is not a match.

Sample's negative for Lenkah.

So this ain't got nothing to do
with what happened in Mexico?

PHIL: Eh, could be a match to
one of these other standard curves.

I got it.

This is it.

The sample tested positive
for one of the world's

most lethal substances.

Botulism toxin? Damn.

Crazy fact, you know,

some nutsos started injecting
small amounts of this stuff

into their face
to stop wrinkles. (chuckles)

Oh, Franks, maybe that
could make you feel less old.

WOODY:
He's kidding. Okay?

There is no way that injecting
this deadly toxin

into your face is gonna catch on
with the masses.

Who's got access to this?

Chemical labs,
cosmetics companies.

Yeah, it's not so easy
to aerosolize.

No kidding.
Yeah, whoever did this

had to have intimate knowledge
of the toxin.

Yeah, and if they have
the capability to make more,

I mean, this could
definitely start

a humungous bioterrorism attack.

Oh, yeah, this could
take down everything.

I mean, one bit
of good news, though.

(chuckles)

Guys, we're okay!

It's not contagious!

-What?
-GIBBS: It's not Lenkah.

-It's something else.
-NADIA: What is it?

GIBBS:
Something that freezes wrinkles.

The lockdown is lifted.
Call Daly's, let 'em know.

Wesley!

It's not Lenkah!

(Wesley whimpering)

(rattles doorknob)

Wesley?

(doorknob rattling)

GIBBS:
Wesley?

(Wesley whimpers)

Wesley. Did you hear me?
The test came back.

It's not contagious.

(labored breathing) The test
is wrong. I can't breathe.

No, you couldn't have caught
anything from Polanco.

It must be something else.
All right.

-No, no.
-I'm calling someone to come check you out.

No, this is Lenkah.

It's gonna spread.
You-you can't lift the lockdown.

-We're already doing it. Hey.
-You can't.

Hey! We-we have to stay in here.

It's gonna spread!

-Hey, hey!
-We're all gonna die!

-Herm!
-We're all gonna die!

Gibbs, where are you?!

Gibbs!

Are you okay?

Yeah. Are you?

-(door opens)
-RANDY: Sweet Moses,

it's good to be back.

Hey, did y'all call
your families?

Junie was so frickin' relieved.

Herm, you let Grandma know
we're good?

-Heck yeah, I did.
-RANDY: Gibbs, you call Diane?

-Yeah.
-Awesome.

Everybody, get in here.

Let's go. We got to keep moving.

Whoever infected Polanco could
be planning another attack.

LALA:
What do we have?

Aw, damn it, we moved
the board upstairs.

Oh, did you need your board,
Gibbs? Here you go.

MARY JO:
Dang, Gail.

And they look hydrated, too.

NADIA AND GAIL:
Mary Jo!

-GAIL: We missed you so much.
-LALA: Is that the paramedic?

-Yeah.
-Where is he?

HERM:
He's in holding. The medic said that the symptoms

-are all in his head.
-No way.

Yeah, guy spent all his
free time talking on his radio

with a group called Dark Days.

They're a bunch
of conspiracy theorist guys.

HERM:
We heard some of them on the radio when we were

taking the lung sample.

Y'all should've seen us
pull that off, by the way.

GIBBS:
Yeah, group's been going nuts

with theories since the whole
Lenkah thing in Mexico.

Their specialty is stuff
that can kill you.

Wesley overrode an ambulance
that was closer to us

when he heard
what Polanco's symptoms were.

So he thought
it could be Lenkah,

and he wanted to report
to this conspiracy group?

He was the leak to the press.

-(door opens)
-VERA: Yo.

I have never been so happy
to see you jokers.

RANDY:
Come on, let's go, it's a group hug.

-Come on. Group hug.
-All right, let's go. We got to get moving on this.

Franks is headed back
to the hospital

to see if Dr. Harding
can find out how someone

can get access
to botulism toxin.

What else?

Roy, you got something,
or are you having

another one
of your woodworking fantasies?

We got a line
to a whole group of people

that sit around and obsess
over stuff that can kill you.

WOMAN (over radio):
Oh, yeah, I know about botulism.

That stuff will kill you
so fast,

but it can also get rid
of wrinkles,

so... frickin' Swiss Army knife
of toxins, you know?

Have you looked into places
that work with it?

You bet your ass I have.

Let me get my notebook.

Is there anywhere else beside
a university you can think of?

MAN (over radio):
So you're aware, an improperly stored potato

-is also extremely lethal.
-(laughs)

Gail, get a list of folks
who had access

to the testing lab
at the university.

GAIL:
On it.

Directory of employees
from Vital Works Cosmetics,

the place suggested by the very
first radio nut you talked to.

Sir, I only need to know
about the botulism toxin.

Because this is a fact:
rags covered in linseed oil

can spontaneously combust
when left in a pile.

LALA:
Okay, trying other channels.

Hello, anyone out there
on Dark Days?

Gail, run down these names
of the folks that had

lab access
at that cosmetics company.

Mary Granger, Elliot Thorpe,

-Christopher Crawford...
-Wait, wait, wait, uh, Elliot Thorpe?

Vera, you got something?

Uh, Elliot Thorpe, uh...

Yes, he was at the hospital.

He was afraid
he was gonna die of Lenkah.

He kept asking me and Franks
to tell his wife he loved her.

If he's the one
that sprayed Polanco,

it'd make sense he thought
he might have breathed it in,

-infected himself.
-Randy, call the hospital.

I anticipated your request.
I'm on with them already.

VERA:
I'll get word to Franks.

He's at the hospital
talking to Dr. Harding.

GAIL:
I got confirmation.

Elliot Thorpe
was seen by a doctor.

He was released
a few minutes ago.

-Let's go.
-Let's go.

Yes, uh, I need to speak

to NIS Agent Michael Franks.
It's urgent.

FRANKS:
Elliot Thorpe!

Stop! NIS!

(car horn honking)

-Stop. (grunts)
-(woman grunts)

Elliot Thorpe!

(grunting)

Mr. Thorpe,

ain't no use in running from
a man with boots and a badge.

Dr. Harding said
everyone that came

to the ER with symptoms
is cleared.

-It was all mass paranoia.
-HERM: Still,

-shower's gonna feel good today.
-(Mary Jo laughs)

I'm gonna take two.

-Thank you.
-All right.

Glad y'all are here.

Thorpe is in holding.

Got a full confession
on the ride back,

so that plus
my Dukes of Hazzard takedown

and my great one-liner
about the boots and the badge,

safe to say
ol' Mikey's still got it.

(cheering, laughter)

Oh, yeah? Did you happen to get
a "why" from Thorpe?

Yeah, his wife met Polanco
at a cooking class,

started banging him.

-Ooh.
-Jealous husband kills wife's lover.

After all that,
I thought it'd be more original.

DALTON:
Morning, people.

FYI, Kowalski called cocktails
for tonight.

You all didn't get enough
last night?

Carl's on duty, so he's out.

What's with all the towels?

Is that the same suit
you were wearing yesterday?

Yeah, I was on night duty.

Easiest shift ever. I spent
all night down in my office,

not one call came in.

GAIL: Oh, my God, I know
we call him Dalton Basement,

and I did clear the building,

but I do tend to forget
his office is down here.

DALTON:
Wait, so you

didn't have the calls
forwarded to my line?

Well, Gail,

it was a good run
while it lasted.

DALTON:
Did something happen last night?

What did I miss?

Hey, Lala.

You mind, um, telling Kowalski
I'm gonna be late tonight?

-Why? Where you going?
-I have a thing.

-What thing?
-It's nothing.

You're never late
to K-Cocktails.

(mumbles):
I don't know.

(gasps)

-Well played, Bernard.
-Okay.

You tell me yours first.

Why'd you miss Cheers?

I've been hanging out
with this guy. (sighs)

I don't know.

I really like him.

Oh, crap.
(sighs)

Does his name rhyme
with "Meroy Bibbs"?

-Lala, he is married.
-No.

No. No.

His name's... Johnny.

That's great.
It's a... manly name.

Why is it a big secret?

Come on. Your turn. Spill it.

Why are you gonna be late,
Bernard?

And then

he tells me he's taking
a stand-up comedy class.

-(both laugh)
-That's his secret.

Oh, I... I can't think
of anything

that makes me happier
than the idea

of Randy onstage telling jokes.

(both laugh)

So I'm Johnny now, huh?

What are you gonna
tell Flaco my name is?

I don't talk to Flaco
about important stuff.

-NIS AGENTS: ? Sometimes in
our lives ? -You got to go tonight?

-(laughs)
-? We all have pain ?

? We all have sorrow ?

? But if we are wise ?

? We know that there's ?

? Always tomorrow ?

? Lean on me... ?

OLDER GIBBS:
Kowalski was right about what he saw

out his evidence room window.

The office was a living,
breathing thing.

? Carry on... ?

It was a family.

? It won't be long... ?

SMITTY:
Gibbs, how you doing?

Upgrade from last night, huh?

? To lean on... ?

RANDY:
Lala.

-I beat you here.
-(screams)

(laughter)

? If I have things ?

FRANKS:
Probie.

? You need to borrow ?

(Vera cheers)

? For no one... ?

Kowalski says, after last night,

you got your eyes set
on team leader someday.

? That you won't let... ?

Hey. You'd make a damn good one.

RANDY:
Leroy Gibbs and Michael Franks.

Please report to the stage
for a group hug.

? I'll help you... ?

Boss, I'm not taking no
for an answer.

-Come on!
-(laughter, cheering)

? Till I'm gonna need ?

? Somebody to lean on... ?

Come on, Gary,
our people are waiting.

? On me, brother ?

? When you need a hand ?

? We all need somebody ?

? To lean on... ?

OLDER GIBBS:
That crazy night in lockdown- it changed me.

? That you'll understand... ?

From that night on,
I knew I had what it took.

I didn't know how
or when I would get there,

but I knew that someday
I would lead the charge.

I'd have my own team,
and they would call me "boss,"

and I would see them
just like this,

just like a family...

a family that I would protect...

-? Somebody to lean on. ?
-...no matter what.

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