All language subtitles for NCIS 15x24 - Date with Destiny (English)

You'd be Director Vance?

Sergeant Todd?

Yes, sir.

Thank you for calling me.

Uh, what happened, exactly?

Suspect went nuts
on some guy in there.

Screaming and punching.

Ma�tre d' tried to intervene,

and took an elbow
on the chin for his trouble.

Suspect then threw a bottle,
shattered out the window,

then the guy took off.

Do we know who this guy was?

Suspect wouldn't tell us.

Just kept insisting we call you.

It was him, Leon.

It was him.

? NCIS 15x24 ?
Date With Destiny
Original Air Date on May 22, 2018

== sync, corrected by elderman ==
@elder_man

I have no idea.

Look, I don't know,
I haven't seen her today.

Look, Delilah,
just let it happen, okay?

If there's fireworks, then...

we'll get good seats
at the wedding. Okay?

All right, love you. Bye.

Really?

You're gonna make us ask?

All I can say:
never be a matchmaker.

Who did you match-make?

Not me. Delilah.

She's setting up Sloane with
a friend that's in from Chicago.

Wait, Sloane? As in,
like, Jack Sloane?

What? Since when does
she need setting up?

Oh. Spoken
like a typical guy who has

no idea what it's like for
a single woman in Tinderland.

It's not that she needed
setting up,

it's that Delilah thought
they might hit it off.

Who's the lucky guy?

Name is Ray Martin.

Dee introduced
them online

a couple months ago,
and they're gonna meet

for the first time tonight.

That's exciting.

Apparently,
not to McGee.

Well, I'm just worried
that if things don't work out

between them,
it might get, like,

weird between Sloane and I.

Well, yeah, I mean,
that's always a risk.

So is a bomb
on a Navy destroyer.

A bomb, boss?

Or a bomb threat.
Until we know which,

it doesn't make a difference.

Ship's headed back to Norfolk.

Go meet it.

Uh...

You're not going?

I'll catch up!

And I do know what
it's like out there, Bishop.

It's no easier for a
handsome guy, believe me.

Yeah, I believe
that you believe that,

but I believe you'd be wrong.

Unbelievable.

Commander.

What time did you
leave port last night?

19:30. A couple hours out,
the bomb threat was discovered.

Why didn't Gibbs come?
You think he's okay?

Oh, you think he confides in me?

I'm flattered.

- McGee might know.
- Not me.

The Security Alert
Team's first priority

was making sure the
munitions area was clear.

Bomb going off there
could sink the ship.

How many people
are still aboard?

15 of my crew, plus base
security searching for the bomb.

Well, that's to the point.

Uh, uh, hold the door, please.

Morning, Leon.

Hi, Jack.
Late start?

I could ask you
the same thing.

Ah, but I'm the boss,
and I asked first.

I, uh, I had to run
back to my place

to get a change of clothes.

I forgot I have a...
thing tonight.

A thing?

Oh, a thing.

Finally enjoying life

in D.C., are we?

Well, we don't miss the
San Diego beach as much

as we thought we would.

Let's just say I'm glad
I took the job.

Well, that makes me doubly glad.

And it saves me a visit.

- A visit?
- Yeah.

For your HR-mandated
six month review.

I was planning to check
on you later today,

but this little chat
we just had tells me everything

I need to know.

Easiest review I've ever had.

Enjoy.

Happy birthday, Shannon.

Uh, guys?

Check this out.

It looks like it was used
to write the message.

Well, hopefully,
Kasie can find something.

Hopefully, we can
get off this boat

before it goes boom.

Not a boat, it's a ship.

It's a destroyer.

Really, McGee?

Really?

Base security
finished their sweep

of everything
below the Three Deck.

And where are we?

Above that.

Well, the Ulysses

is gonna have to remain in port,

and the crew is confined
to the base

while we investigate.

Hey, Kasie, how's it going?

I don't have a body
down in autopsy,

I thought I'd come up
and lend a hand, and, uh...

You can't hear a thing
I'm saying, can you?

Jimmy. Oh, my gosh.

Oh, my gosh, I'm so sorry.

You scared me.

This is you scared?

- Noted.
- Oh.

Guess my headphones
are too loud.

Oh, why don't you connect them
to the room's sound system?

Oh, you know, I was
thinking about it,

but I like my music loud.

Well, I could
hook it up for you.

I just need your cell.

Oh, yeah, oh, sure, why not?

Sorry again about your arm.

Oh, it's-it's fine, it's fine--
that is quite a move.

Oh, my self-defense teacher
calls it the ?Yank and Twist?.

After that comes
the ?Groin Kick.?

Okay. Let's hope
that Gibbs never scares you.

Okay.

Okay, I think I got it.

? Wooly bully... ?

Hey.

How great is that?

Yeah, I listen
to it sometimes.

You think people will like it?

I think that
they will love it.

Turn it down.

Once they get used to it.

Ooh, evidence from the ship.

Sign on the dotted line.

How's it going in Norfolk?

Still searching.

Not anymore.

- They found something?
- Nothing.

No bomb, they cleared the ship.

So the whole thing
was just a hoax?

No, there's no ?just? about it.

That ship was part
of a task force

on a 48-hour mission.

Someone sabotaged it,

and SECNAV wants answers, now.

Okay.

?Now,? it is.

Knock, knock.

Hey.

Heard you have something for us?

If by ?something,? you mean
profiles on possible suspects,

then yeah, I got a whole lot
of something for you.

Oh, my gosh, is there
a Twitter version?

- This is a lot.
- In a nutshell:

there are always crew members
who don't want to leave port,

for whatever reason, and
sometimes they do crazy things.

Crazy, yeah, but, like,
a bomb threat?

I mean, why not just ask
for emergency leave?

I'm sure plenty of them do,

but a lot of them
are turned down.

Hmm. Okay.

By the way, great dress.

I know, look.

It's so cute, right?

I have this sort of
date thing tonight.

Not quite blind,
but close.

Uh, we'll see
how it goes.

Yeah, McGee might've
mentioned...

No, that worries me; if the date
turns out to be a dud,

then it might
get weird between us.

No, I would not worry, I mean,
you have a bailout call, right?

A what now?

You know, when, like, a friend
calls at a prearranged time;

if you need the bailout,
you just say

it's, like, a work emergency.

Would you mind?

Not at all.

Uh, would 10:00 work?

10:00 is perfect.
Okay.

Aw, I feel
so much better now.

It's like I'm back in high school.

Dating sucks.

Tell me about it.

Have fun.

- What have we got?
- Well, Sloane thought

we should check out
the crew members on the Ulysses

who were adamant
about staying behind.

Five requested emergency
leave, three were granted.

These two were denied.

They hoped maybe the bomb threat

would keep the Ulysses in port.

That's why we're
bringing them in.

Ask him.

No, you.

What, Bishop?

Um, we were just wondering.

You weren't a-around all day.

Okay.

What?

I get the urgency,
but until NCIS clears us,

we're not going anywhere.

And speak of the devil.

I'll get back to you.

Commander, just want
to let you know,

I'm headed back
to the Navy Yard.

We've arranged for Vairo
and Pittorino to come in

for questioning tomorrow.

Because they were denied
emergency leave.

I can't believe either one
of them would be that stupid.

Well, we'll find out.

Yeah, not to make excuses,

but overseas tours are tough
for sailors and their families.

Away from home
for long periods.

I'm lucky my family understands.

I totally understand.

I remember counting the days
until my dad would come home.

You a Navy brat?

My father was an admiral.

Admiral John McGee?

Yes, sir.

Small world.

As an ensign, my
first deployment

was on the Kitty Hawk.

Your father was the XO.

Really?
Yeah. He was tough,

but I learned a lot.

Like, I'm pretty sure he
would've keel-hauled anybody

who'd mess with his mission.

Oh, make that ?damn sure.?

Thank you, Commander.

Ah, I think it's time
for another toast.

What are we
toasting this time?

Um...

New friends.

That was the last toast.

Maybe it's time
to notch things up?

I could take it up a notch.

Spoiled by the bell.

You mean ?saved
by the bell?.

The hell with it.

It's just work.

And you're not gonna answer it?

Did you want me to?

You know, if it's work,
I get it.

Well, uh, to be honest,
uh, it wasn't work.

Oh. Let me guess:
a bailout call.

You know about those?

Yes, I just heard about this
from my young pal today.

She's gonna call me
any minute.

Oh, well,
what a relief.

Well, just a minute.

It might be
a work emergency,

and I might have to
pick it up,

and our date would be cut short...
- Well,

before that happens,
how about we skip this joint?

You get that,
and I'll get our coats.

- Thank you.
- Mm-hmm.

Hello, Ellie.

This is your 10:00
bailout calling.

Yes, it is, but I won't be
needing it, thank you very much.

Well, that's great.
Love at first sight?

Mm, more like
?lust at second cocktail.?

He's cute and funny.

Well, cute and funny are both
very good things.

When you have
a moment, bartender.

Jack?

I'll call you back.

Uh, gin and tonic,
if you please.

And may I see
a bar menu as well?

Thank you.

Do I know you?

Masahun.

You son of a bitch!
Stop.

Ma'am, please, stop!
Son of a bitch!

Stop. What are you doing?
Get off me!

Get off...

No, don't let him get away!
Don't!

Get off of me!
Calm down!

No!
Ma'am, please.

No.

There we go.

Oh...

It was him, Leon.

It was him.

Who's ?him,? Jack?

Just tell me who.

Masahun.

Wait, Masahun?

The monster.

Afghanistan, the Wingos.

He was there,
and I let him get away.

We have to find him.

But no one ever saw his face.

You always said...

I know, but it was
his voice, Leon.

I will never forget
his voice.

That-that soft, sleek
English thing.

But Masahun is dead.

You know that.
No, no, no. Not anymore.

He was killed in a drone strike
several years ago.

You saw the same video.

The explosion, the charred body.

Leon, the only reason
I was able to sleep

the last few years is
thinking he was dead.

After tonight, I will
never be able to sleep.

We need to stop him.

Okay, we will stop him.

But I have to ask you
one thing.

How much have you had
to drink tonight?

You don't b-believe me, or...

I want to believe you,
Jack, I do.

But I also want to
get you released

into my custody
from the cops.

And-and to do that...

I had three.
Three drinks.

Can we find him now?

Yes.

We'll get him
first thing tomorrow.

No, no, not tomorrow.

I'm not asking.

Tomorrow we start
with clearer heads,

and we will get him.

Understood?

Sergeant, may I have a word?

Two sailors.

One male, one female,

both denied
emergency leave.

Had to be the guy.

Women don't make
bomb threats.

Yet another sexist
generalization

before my first
cup of tea.

There he is, the matchmaker.

How'd it go with Sloane
and your friend?

And good morning to you, too,
Gossip Girl.

And I have no idea.

Well, I do.

I called Sloane around 10:00,
and she sounded super happy.

Ah, lucky guy.

What? She's cool as hell.

Wait, did Sloane actually say

?super happy??

In so many words, McGee,
?having a blast.?

Why? Do you know
something different?

I really didn't want
to do this.

Well, it's too late,
you did it.

Spill it.

Well, Delilah called Ray
this morning to check in,

and apparently it went badly.

He said Sloane got weird.
Ooh, how weird?

He didn't give
full details, but...

apparently it was weird enough

that he's already boarding
a plane back to Chicago.

What? That's crazy.

Or she is.

You just said she
was super cool.

Yeah, but cool could
be crazy sometimes.

- What could have happened?
- I don't know.

I don't care.

The interviews.

They just cleared the gate.
McGee.

I'm gonna need you.

I'll catch you later, McGee.

There's a restaurant, McGee.

Dasher's Grill.
You know it?

Uh, yeah, I've heard of it.

I need you to dig up
whatever security video

you can find from last night,
around 10:00,

inside and out.
Easy enough.

Also, their credit card
receipts from last night.

Run the names against
our terrorist database.

Um, okay. What exactly
am I looking for?

You'll know when
you see him.

And get the video to Kasie
for facial recognition.

And don't either one of you
discuss this with anybody else.

Leon...

Oh, hey, McGee.
Hi.

You heard from Ray?

Who? Oh, Ray.

Uh, no, no, not me.

Delilah, maybe.
I don't know.

Although, you know,
Ray's not really

the kind of guy
to kiss and tell.

Not to say that you guys
were kissing or anything.

Um...

I'm gonna get right
on that, Director.

Yep, he knows.

Well, at least he was
nice enough to lie.

So, what's
our first move?

Just made it-- McGee's gonna
be gathering Intel.

Any word from the cops?
They said they were

gonna look for this guy.
They did.

Frankly, I think
they're less interested

in the man who
fled the scene last night

than the woman
who attacked him.

Be patient, Jack.

I can't talk right now,

but if you hear
anything more, text me.

Okay, bye.

Who was that?
Uh, Delilah.

Sloane's date with her friend
from Chicago last night

went way worse
than McGee's letting on.

We all have bad dates.

No, not like this.
Sloane was arrested.

- What?!
- That's what Delilah said.

Let's do this.

Oh.

Hey, Duck.
What are you doing here?

Director Vance asked me
to stand in for Agent Sloane.

Why? Where's she?

All right, Felix.

Uh, it says here
you requested emergency leave

for a personal reason.

I did.

You were asked to be
a little more specific,

but you didn't respond.

Yeah, 'cause it's
still personal.

You know what is
not personal, Felix?

A bomb threat on a ship.

Look, I had nothing
to do with that.

Come on, kid.

You didn't want
to ship out.

You wanted to
stay behind.

Why?

My fianc�e was gonna
fly from Omaha

to be with me
before we shipped out.

Then she called

last week,
said she wasn't coming.

I found out that
she hooked up with Joey,

my supposed best friend.

I was desperate to win her back.

So you put in
for emergency leave.

Yeah.

My request getting denied
was probably a blessing.

I mean, if I had stayed,
I would have gone back to Omaha

and beaten the crap out of Joey.

Maybe even killed him.

You were okay
with getting turned down?

Technically,
I wasn't turned down.

Well, I'm confused.
You were on the ship.

I put in the request
because...

my mom has ovarian cancer.

I wanted to stay behind
to be with her.

Without telling me,
she called my department head.

Told him that I wanted
to be in the Navy

since I was a little girl.

And that my first
overseas assignment...

meant everything to me.

She begged him
not to let her cancer

interfere...
with my lifelong dream.

How's your mom now?

She promised she'd keep fighting
as long as I was away.

And she's never let me down.

Just kids,
with real-life issues.

It's not either of them.

Uh-uh.

What do we got?

Oh, uh, Gibbs.

Give us any leads?

Oh, actually, um, yes.

Uh, I was able to pull

a partial print
off the mirror

from the second ?B? in ?bomb.?

That give us an I.D.?

Uh, well, no. But, again,
it's only a partial.

So I'm running it
for touch DNA

to see if we get
a match there.

What was that?

That's a TV.

What about that?

That's a, that's... nothing.

Well, that sure looks
like something.

It's not.

Or, it's nothing that
I can tell you about.

Or anyone,
except for McGee.

But he already knows.

I suppose that's
a nobody?

Oh, please, don't tell
Director Vance you saw that.

Well, you need to
tell him you saw it.

I'm usually so good...
Kasie,

you need to
tell him now.

No, please.

No, please.

Sloane, it's okay.
No, no.

It's okay.
Please.

You okay?

Ah, living the dream.

You got something?
I got good news and bad.

You found him.

You tell me.

That's him.

I need to hear
his voice again.

I'm not sure we're
gonna get that chance.

What are you talking about?

The bad news.
His name is Nigel Hakim.

He was born in Saudi Arabia,
raised in the U.K.,

and is working as a guest
out of their embassy.

A guest? Who would
have him as a guest?

Don't they know who he is?

They seem to
know him well,

as a humanitarian
who raises millions every year

to help Afghan refugees,
women and children.

Wh-What, am I losing
my mind or something?

Jack, I think it's
time we call it a...

I have to meet him.
We have to confront him.

I need to know.

Hakim is under the umbrella
of diplomatic immunity.

So we can't touch him?

Well, it's a little
too late for that.

You already did, and they're
none too happy about it.

Please.

Leon, I need to hear
his voice again

just to be sure.

If I can arrange that,

we have to tread very lightly.

I can do that.

You know I can.

He's in your office?

Along with
the British deputy ambassador.

Of course.
He wouldn't dare come alone.

Jack, maybe this
isn't a good idea.

No, no, please.

I promise you, Leon,
I have had time to cool down.

All appearances to the contrary.
I'm just anxious.

It all happened so fast
last night. I...

Maybe I was mistaken.

I was drinking, after all.
What if I'm wrong?

He'll be expecting an apology.

Then I'll give him one.

Okay.

Sorry to keep you waiting.

Deputy Ambassador
Sybil Rigg...

...this is Special Agent
Jacqueline Sloane.

Mr. Hakim...

Nigel, please.

I believe
you two have met.

Certainly one way of putting it.

Why did you run?

Let's all have a seat, shall we?

Please.

My reason for running was
obvious, Agent Sloane.

To the rest of the world,
you Americans have earned

a most unfortunate reputation
for shooting one another.

Yet you didn't
mention the incident

to the police.

I have found, Director,

that my fundraising efforts
to care for refugee children

is best carried out
with a low profile.

So being mixed up
in a bar brawl

could literally cost
young lives.

According to your file, you...

you've been working
in Afghanistan since 2007.

I was just starting
my humanitarian mission

at that time, yes.

The exact same time
that my friends and I

were being tortured there
by a man we called Masahun.

And you lived to tell the tale.

My sympathies.

Everyone knew the name,
but didn't I also hear

he'd been killed
in a drone strike?

Allegedly.

Hold on, now.

Are you attempting
to justify your attack

by implying that Mr. Hakim

somehow reminds you
of your captor?

Ambassador,

I personally led
the rescue mission that found

then Lieutenant Sloane
with her Army team.

And the damage done by him
and his men was devastating,

both physically
and psychologically.

I was screwed up.
Uh, and after hearing

Masahun's voice
last night,

I was screwed up
all over again.

Y-You're saying my voice?

Okay, just say one word
for me, will you?

Really, is this necessary?

?Infidels.?

That's what
you called us.

Say it. Infidels.

I am sensitive to your ordeal,
Agent Sloane,

but to indulge this delusion
would be...

- Just say it!
- All right.

Okay, that's enough.

Yes, I think
we're quite done here.

No! Wait, wait, wait.
I'm sorry. I-I apologize.

I'm really sorry if we...
No, no, no, I'm sorry.

Leon. Please, excuse me.
I'm so sorry, okay?

I don't know
what I was thinking.

I was... It's indefensible
what I did last night.

I was completely delusional.

I'm really sorry.

Please... please forgive me.

Please.

Let go of him.

It's all right.

It's all right. All is forgiven.

I sincerely hope you
get the help you need.

Honestly.

Thank you, Nigel.

Are you out of
your damn mind?!

It's him, Leon. I know it now.

His cologne,

that glint in his eye, like when
I heard his voice last night--

it all came back to me.

All right, then you are gonna
have to let it go, Jack.

I have never been so sure
about anything in my life, Leon.

You are not helping
yourself, Jack.

Do you-- Are you
not seeing that?!

I am ordering you to stay away.

Or what?

Or you will be fired!

You are not okay.
Take some time.

Pull yourself together.

Kasie, what is
the matter?

I'm in trouble with Gibbs.

- What did you do?
- It's what I didn't do.

What didn't you do?

He asked me
what I was working on,

and I couldn't tell him.

Why?

I was instructed not to.

By whom?

I can't tell you.

Vance.

You know, I thought I was
good at keeping secrets.

If Vance is the one
who told you

to keep a secret,
then you're cool.

While Gibbs is a big
dog around here,

Vance is an
even bigger dog.

Kasie, you have to
understand that,

first and foremost,
Gibbs is a Marine.

He respects
the chain of command.

If he knew his superior
had given you an order,

he would be upset
if you disobeyed it.

Exactly.

Really?

He always follows orders?

Always. Ish.

Oh.

Oh, I-I got a match.

I ran the DNA I found
on the soapy mirror

against the crew's DNA.

And who does it match?

Oh.

Oh, wow.

Parker, come on, help clean up!

Be right there, Dad.

No. Now.

Agent McGee, Torres.

Sorry to bother you at home,
Commander, but we need to talk.

You know, the benefit of
being stuck in port is

I got to be here for
my son's graduation.

Find out who made
the bomb threat?

Think so.

But first we need
to ask you a question.

Were there family members aboard
the Ulysses before it departed?

Well, we had over a hundred
guests touring the ship,

saying their good-byes.

It's usual when it's
a long deployment. Why?

Well, we found a match
to the touch DNA

in the soap on the mirror.

Well, who is it?

Well, it's a 50% match
to you, Commander.

To me?

Not you, a, uh...

a male relative.

Parker?

I didn't want you
to miss my graduation.

I worked my butt off
to make the honor roll.

And you were gone
so many other times.

Soccer games,

birthdays.

I-I just wanted you to be here
for me today.

Parker, I've been
where you are.

It's just as hard
on your father,

trust me.

I'm sorry, Dad.

I know.

I'm sorry, too.

Gibbs!

Can't you see I'm pulling myself
together here?

By painting your office?

It's either paint it
or punch a hole in it.

If Vance is gonna bench me,
I got to do something.

What's going on, Jack?

Let me help.

Okay.

Why not?

We're both adults here.

Help me with this.

Nine months
our squadron was held.

The mighty Wingos.

Every few days, Masahun would
find a new game to play with us.

He wanted Intel,
but after a few weeks,

he realized
we had nothing.

After that, the abuse
was just for fun.

This guy's voice
is what gave him away?

It-it was him.

If only I'd kept my cool
and followed him out,

I could've
taken him down quietly

in some dark alley somewhere.

It would've been
so much more satisfying.

Not worth it.

Oh, you think?

Okay. Try this one on.

It was towards the end

when Masahun found
a new game.

The lone female,
he figured I'd be the weakest.

So he forced me to choose.

No. No.

Made you choose what?

Who died next.

It's okay, Sloane.

Anshiri.
It's okay.

Hale.

No.

They kept telling me
that it was okay.

Don't.

Just to pick one of them
and get it over with.

Please, no.

Please. No.

No. I'm sorry.
It's okay.

So sorry.

But it will never be okay.

They're all dead.

How soon after that did Vance...
show up?

Uh...

Days later.

Masahun slipped out.

Leon made the others pay.

It's okay.

You're okay.
Come on. I got you.

You're safe now.
Come on.

I've, uh...
I've owed him ever since.

Explains a lot.

Besides Vance, you're now
the only person who knows.

Dies with me.

Along with Masahun.

Once he's dead,
I'll feel a whole lot better.

I doubt that.

What are you talking about...?

My-my wife's birthday
was yesterday.

Shannon...

she and my daughter Kelly...

they were, uh, killed together.

And the man who did that,
I hunted him down,

and I shot him in the head.

And I...

really thought that that would
ease the ache in my heart.

Nope.

Not to this day.

And you're the only one
I've told.

You don't tell me about Sloane?

You don't think
it's important that...

I see.

Well, that's very disappointing.

Thanks.

Thanks for nothing.

You should've told me, Leon.

I had my reasons.

I bet you did.

The drone strike
that killed this Masahun,

the man that
tortured Sloane,

no DNA was ever run
on the bodies they recovered.

He could be alive.

And here I am,

doubting Sloane's sanity,

watching this whole thing
make her nuts.

It's making her paint.

She's gonna
hurt somebody.

What do we have to do to confirm
that this Englishman is her guy?

V.A. hospital in Reston.

There's a patient
I need to visit.

A patient?
Yes.

A Marine.

Retired Captain Chester Kelb.

He's actually the person
that I was sent to rescue

in Afghanistan
when we stumbled upon Sloane.

Kelb, he was gravely wounded.
He was a shell of himself.

He had been tortured along with
Sloane and the other Wingos.

Last I heard,
his PTSD is also compounded

with early-onset Alzheimer's.

What's he gonna give us?

Maybe nothing, but when Sloane
and I met with Hakim earlier,

I took the liberty

of recording part
of the conversation.

So much for you doubting Sloane.

Nothing like a little fresh air
to clear the mind, Captain.

Why are the eggs
always so runny?

You remember me,
Chester?

Or do you prefer Chet?

NCIS Special Agent
Leon Vance.

I couldn't eat here every day.

Me, neither.

We met in Afghanistan.

I helped rescue you
and Lieutenant Sloane.

You remember her?

My reason for running
was obvious, Agent Sloane.

To the rest of the world,
you Americans

have earned a most
unfortunate reputation

for shooting one another.

I have found, Director...

Masahun.

What did he say?

...is best carried out
with a low profile.

No! No.

No! It's Masahun!

Masahun! No!

No! No! No!

Yeah, Leon?

I just left the British Embassy.

I told the deputy ambassador
that Hakim is Masahun.

Yeah. She believe it this time?

No, but she did say that

Hakim was spooked enough
to charter a flight

back to London this evening.

Yeah? Which airport?

She didn't know.

How's Sloane?

Gone.

And so is her weapon.

McGee, ping Sloane's phone.

Bishop, call your friend
at the FAA.

A man named Nigel Hakim,

British passport.

Chartered a plane to London.

Find out what airport
he's leaving from.

On it.

Something on your mind, Torres?

Gibbs, I know Sloane is
in some kind of trouble.

Just tell me what to do.

Put out a BOLO for Sloane.

Find her before
she does something stupid.

Copy.

Boss, my ping got no response.

Her phone
must be turned off.

McGee, you've been
working on this for Vance.

What'd you find out
about Nigel Hakim?

Well, he's raised millions for
charity over the last 15 years.

Record's clean.

Maybe it's too clean.

Ellie. This about
the class reunion

or something NCIS related?

The latter, Heather.

We're trying to track a charter
from a nearby airport

to somewhere near London.

Don't you talk
with your fellow agents?

What?

I just got off the phone

with Special Agent Sloane
who asked the same question.

What did you tell her?

One second.

A charter company
filed a flight plan

from Linwood Airfield, Maryland,
to London Gatwick.

Gulfstream G4.

Tail number
November-3-5-4-Hotel.

Three crew, one passenger.

Expected departure 22:15.

Have Linwood Airfield
hold the plane.

Don't mention NCIS
and don't give them a reason.

Copy that.

All right.

Always knew there was
something about Sloane.

Something like?

Secrets.

Complicated.

I like that.
Little mystery, you know?

Don't.

Anything I said,
did it make a difference?

After your wife and daughter
were killed,

could anyone talk you out
of doing what you did?

No.

I'm not here to stop you.

I'm just saying you
can't take him alone.

- Hey!
- NCIS!

Step away from the plane.

Whoa, whoa, what's the problem?

Your passenger,
get him out here.

We're taking him
into custody.

Good luck.
There is no passenger.

Where is he?

Whoever he is, he just called
and canceled the flight.

Guy booked another
charter out of Reagan.

Took off about
ten minutes ago.

He double-booked.
It's a decoy.

Which means he's somewhere
over the Atlantic right now.

We lost him, Gibbs.

Jack!

We'll get him!

Where are you taking me?

I could not believe
my good fortune

to have found
you, the hero,

after all these years.

You killed so many
of my brothers.

Infidel.

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