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I thought I was alone out in the woods

until I heard a branch crack behind me.

And that's when I saw him.

Two beady eyes staring at me from the darkness.

Then a dozen more.

And that's when I realized, I wasn't just up against one.

I was facing a whole gaze of raccoons.

Have you seen my peanut butter cups?

You know, the thing with raccoons is, you got to think like 'em.

I know they were here.

I've eaten two peanut butter cups every day

for the past two years.

It's the only thing that keeps me sane in this place.

- Hey! - Yeah, other than you, Marge.

I mean, we're Rangers.

We should be doing some search and rescue,

solving a crime...

or two.

Are you doing what I think you're doing?

Peanut butter and chocolate. I knew it!

Stink's all over you, Marge.

Get back to your desk.

Hello? Hello?

Is anybody there? Can you hear me?

Caller, this is Grover's Bluff Ranger Station.

Go ahead with your transmission.

Oh, thank God. I was in a plane crash.

Sorry, ma'am. Did you say a plane crash?

Yes. Flight Tango 371.

My name is Lieutenant Rebecca Lee, U.S. Navy.

And I'm the only survivor.

You think it's those kids again?

Got tired of calling in yeti sightings?

This isn't a prank, Marge.

Flight Tango 371 did go missing.

Then why didn't the National Park Service send out an alert?

Because that plane disappeared six months ago.

Synced & corrected by -robtor- www.addic7ed.com

Third time you've made that sound.

Mm-hmm.

- Need me to call Jimmy? - No.

No. Uh, my arm is just a little stiff.

Mm. Yeah. Mine, too.

Except I got shot, so, what's your excuse?

Baseball. Interagency game against the FBI was last night.

Baseball?

Is that a new hobby?

Well, it's America's pastime.

How'd it go?

Uh, good, good. It was a tight game.

- Pretty good. Yeah. - I heard the Nats

- pulled it out in the ninth. - Different league.

McGee played in the NCIS-FBI game last night.

Ooh. Right.

Those, uh, get pretty competitive.

Yeah, more than you would think.

- Who else was there? - Uh, Nick, actually.

NCIS was short a few players, so we, uh... we filled in

at the last minute. Ooh. Oh.

How'd Torres do?

Good morning, champs.

Well, that answers that.

Sounds like you had a good game, Nick.

I did okay.

This guy, he made a double play and hit the walk-off home run.

Like, and what, you haven't played, uh,

baseball since high school?

Oh, it's a team effort.

Spoken like someone who's naturally

good at everything, without even trying.

You know, your-your words say compliment,

but your tone says something else.

Oh, you remember that time we took you to karaoke,

and you sang "Jailhouse Rock."

- Uh-huh. - They named a cocktail

- after you. - Yeah, it was a mocktail,

and, uh, it was delicioso.

You two signing up to play next week?

Yup. Yeah, yeah, yeah, I need to, uh, sharpen my skills.

It's just, you know, I know

where I left a few runs out there.

Plus, I'm working on a spreadsheet for optimal

batting order based on the, uh,

on-base percentages for the team.

Gonna do the old Moneyball thing, you know?

Speaking of inside baseball, we've been requested

at the NTSB warehouse in Arlington.

The department of trains, planes and automobiles?

Why do they want NCIS?

Well, let's you and I go find out, Babe.

- Parker. - Easy. Easy, Great Bambino.

Let's go.

Everyone makes that assumption,

but the NTSB doesn't handle automobiles.

That's a common misconception. We mainly focus

on rail, marine and, of course, aviation incidents.

And this is all you got left of Flight Tango 371?

Well, so far. We've been at it a few days,

but there are more pieces coming in.

Humanitarian mission to Haiti, delivering vaccines.

Flight dropped off the radar on its way home.

We assumed it got lost somewhere in the Atlantic.

But it turned up in the Appalachian Mountains.

About 200 miles off course.

- How many people on board? - Five.

Two pilots, two medical professionals,

and one very lucky Navy lieutenant.

Lieutenant Rebecca Lee.

Wow.

She not only survived the crash.

Spent six months alone

- in the wild. - I've never seen anything like it.

Of course, I mainly deal in bodies, or pieces of bodies.

Or one time, there was this...

Okay, yeah. No. No, we got it.

- We got it. - NCIS doesn't typically

respond to civilian aviation accidents.

Even if Navy personnel are involved...

Oh, this definitely wasn't an accident.

Grant Lancaster, in-house counsel for Global Wings Relief.

Glad to meet you both. I mean, under...

the tragic circumstances, of course.

I'm guessing Global Wings Relief is the charter company

responsible for this plane?

For the plane, yes. For the crash, mm, not so much.

A lawyer from the company isn't exactly an objective observer

when it comes to liability.

Hmm. I'm sure your investigation will prove me right.

Wait. Hold on.

You want us to investigate your plane crash?

Yes. And we will cooperate fully.

Said no attorney to law enforcement ever.

Oh. Uh, play them the black box.

Mm.

We just recovered it this morning.

Something's coming in hot on the radar.

- Do you see that, Jim? - Affirmative.

Moving too fast to be a bird.

Then what the hell could it...?

Mayday, Mayday. Center, do you copy?

This is Flight Tango 371.

We have lost power, and we are attempting an emergency...

- Any idea what hit the plane? - I can tell you

it wasn't a bird.

Are you saying this plane

was shot down over U.S. soil?

That's what NCIS is going to figure out.

Flight Tango 371

was a couple hundred miles off course

when it was allegedly shot down by some kind of missile.

Plane is owned and operated by Global Wings Relief.

An NGO that specializes

in bringing humanitarian aid to hot zones.

It was on its way back from a joint

Navy-civilian mission in Haiti.

Interim Director has made solving this case a priority.

Well, there are several anti-government groups in Haiti

with the resources to launch this kind of attack.

Mm, except it happened here at home.

It could be local extremists

who don't like American resources going

- into foreign countries. - Yeah.

But these groups tend to take credit for their attack.

Our plane went down six months ago,

and it's been radio silence.

So maybe it wasn't a political attack.

Maybe it was personal.

Maybe one of the passengers was the target.

Final remains are being sent to Jimmy now.

Leaving us with Lieutenant Lee, our sole survivor.

Navy public affairs officer.

She was in Haiti documenting the Navy's involvement

in delivering vaccines.

According to her unit commander, she was never

supposed to be on that flight, but one seat opened up

- at the last minute. - You see?

That's why I never change plane reservations.

Alone in the woods for six months.

- How is that even possible? - Looks like

we're about to find out. Lieutenant Lee's been cleared

by medical and ready to talk.

Lieutenant Lee.

I'm sorry about the racket.

Um, you want some chocolates or cheeses?

I-I... I can't stomach any of it.

Uh, no, no. Thank you. We're good.

Hello? No.

She's not interested. Please stop calling.

Reporter from the Post again.

Oh, this is Michael Bell, my field producer.

He was in Haiti with me.

We are just so happy to have her back.

I mean, she's a freaking miracle.

We've been in war zones, but what Rebecca did...

I'll get it.

What...?

That's better.

So, you have some questions for me?

If you don't mind. We'll, uh, we'll try to make it painless.

Yeah. Let's get it over with.

Let me get these out of the way.

Lieutenant Lee, I know this is gonna be difficult, but

what do you... what do you remember about the crash?

Not much. Um, one minute, we were in the air.

The next, I'm in the middle of the forest,

still buckled to my seat.

I searched for the other passengers,

but they were all... dead.

Waited for nearly a week, but no, uh, rescuers came.

That's why you left the crash site? To try to hike out?

Took whatever I could carry.

Blankets, a broken emergency radio,

a handgun the-the pilot had.

I, uh, hiked for days,

trying to find my way out of the mountains.

But, uh, winter hit hard,

so I had to make shelter,

um, hunt for food,

try not to freeze to death.

Every day became just about trying to survive to the next.

Praying for rescue.

- You okay? - Yeah.

- Yeah. Thanks. - Okay.

I was messing with the emergency radio for months,

trying to repair it,

and finally, I got it to work.

But it was almost out of battery,

so I set out looking for the highest ground I could find.

I only had one shot to make contact, and, um...

Lieutenant, it's okay.

But I'm hoping you could go back

to what you remember before the plane went down.

She told you she doesn't remember the crash.

What about right before the crash?

Anything during the flight stand out?

I'm a nervous flier, so I distracted myself

by filming out the window, and, um,

that's when I heard the first explosion.

The first explosion?

- How many were there? - Two,

or-or three maybe.

You said that you were filming on the plane.

Did the camera survive?

Yes. I-I... I took it with me

to the shelter, but I... I left it behind.

Footage could have evidence of what happened to the plane.

You think you could tell us where to find that shelter?

Yo.

Oh, hey there, slugger. Heard about

the big win last night. Uh, but I'm curious.

What is making McGee go full Bull Durham?

Oh, that would be because of Mateo.

Oh. McGee's newly discovered teenage son is into baseball. Got it.

Yeah, I think he's trying to connect with Mateo,

but I don't think it's going well.

McGee wants to invite the kid to the next game,

because he wants to impress him.

Impress him?

Oh, come on. What? Like, degrees

from MIT and Johns Hopkins aren't enough?

I know. I know. I'll talk to him when I get back from the Appalachians.

Jess and I are going up there

to search for Lieutenant Lee's missing camera.

Oh. The Appalachians.

And you're going dressed like that?

I got a jacket in the car.

Okay, City Mouse.

Uh, Jess is, uh, Wilderness First Responder certified.

She'll make sure you're safe.

Uh, first of all, I don't think I like that assumption.

And City Mouse? Really?

You know what? Let's change the subject.

- Yeah. - Yeah. To our four victims here.

All four had the same cause of death.

It's the unfortunate combination of an unstoppable force.

The plane meeting an immovable object...

the ground... so, no surprise there.

No surprises with their backgrounds, either.

The pilot has a perfect flying record.

And the passengers were squeaky-clean aid workers.

So no reason to believe that any of them would be a target

- of a missile strike. - That's because

there was no missile strike.

I have gone through every scrap of NTSB data,

along with Lee's limited recollection of the crash.

And there is one thing that no one can seem to understand,

which is why this plane was

several hundred miles off course.

Now, that's a big error.

But the pilots didn't mention it on the black box,

or to air traffic control, which means...

- They thought they were on course. - Yes.

Because the GPS was telling them they were.

You think the GPS was broken?

I'm saying the GPS was hacked,

and the radar system.

Someone was feeding both systems

bad information, sending the plane way off course.

Okay, so what do you think made it go, you know, boom?

Well, because whoever hacked the plane was giving it

a false altitude reading.

When a plane is flying in low altitude, it requires more fuel.

This plane thought it was flying low for hours.

That's a lot of extra fuel in the engine system.

So the engine overheated?

Causing a cascade failure of the plane's electrical system

and resulting in multiple explosions.

Plane wasn't shot down. It was sabotaged.

Let's not throw the "S" word around so easily.

This plane was sabotaged, Mr. Lancaster.

It's best you accept that.

Kind of hard to accept, considering aeronautical systems

are among the most cyber-secure in the world.

Impenetrable from the outside.

But not from the inside.

You think someone from our company is responsible?

I think we're gonna find out.

I'll need access to your employee files.

Okay, you'll get your files.

You've got your job to do. I've got mine.

Which includes looking down the barrel at five huge lawsuits.

Actually, uh, it's six lawsuits.

Agent Parker, you're gonna want to come see this.

- Is that a...? - Yup.

Any of your bodies missing one of these?

Uh, no. They all came with two.

What exactly does that mean?

It means you had a stowaway on this flight.

Are you sure you don't want mosquito repellent?

Yeah, I'm sure. It won't work.

Mosquitos can't resist my natural musk.

How hard that must be for them.

Hopefully, Lieutenant Lee's camera footage

will answer some questions.

Yeah, but we have to find it first.

We've been hiking for, what, like, three hours?

45 minutes.

But don't worry. The sooner we find Lee's shelter,

the faster we can get you back to that cozy chopper.

All right, Dora the Explorer.

What does Lee's directions say to do next?

"Head north just beyond where the river bends.

There's a rock formation that looks like hens."

Those are not directions. Those are lyrics to Pocahontas.

Well, you know what? I think

that you're getting a little hangry.

And I've got some PowerBars.

I have got brownie, I've got oatmeal raisin,

I have got chocolate.

I was saving the key lime for me.

I don't want a protein bar, okay?

I just want to find the shelter and go home.

This must be hard, being out of your element.

- This is my element, okay? - Mm-hmm.

Just don't want to carry an REI on my back to prove it.

It's okay, Nick. No one can be good at everything.

What are you talking about? I'm the one who found the bush

that's shaped like a penguin that got us this far.

That was luck.

And don't worry, City Mouse.

I got your back.

City Mouse always finds the cheese.

That's a whole lot of food there.

- Are you expecting company? - I wish.

Rebecca got ravenous all of a sudden.

Then lost her appetite the minute the food arrived.

I don't know how to help her.

Hmm.

But she's in the other room.

She's expecting you.

Oh. Thanks.

Just me.

Can't sleep in the bed yet, huh?

No, it just feels... wrong.

It'll take some time, but...

...you'll get used to it again.

Promise.

Food, too.

How do you know?

I, um, had an experience once.

Not like yours,

but, um...

I was held prisoner on a-a boat once

for about two months.

I kind of thought I'd never make it out of there.

But when I did...

Reentry was complicated.

And before that?

When... when you were a prisoner, how...?

How did you make it?

Well...

My wife Delilah...

she was, um...

she was pregnant with our twins at the time.

So,

no matter how scared I was, or how dark it got...

...I knew that I had to make it home

to be a father for my children, you know?

So I figure you have more questions?

Yeah, I do.

There's evidence that there was, um,

a sixth person on the plane.

Do you remember anyone else on your flight?

No. It was just us five.

And after I buried the others, it was...

it was just me... alone.

Got you.

Okay.

Well, um...

...give me a call if you can think of anything else.

Or if you just want to talk to...

...you know, someone who gets it.

Okay, I don't want to say that we're going in circles, but

I've now seen that family of squirrels twice,

and I think they're starting to talk about us.

Hey, we're not lost, okay? I know exactly where we are.

I'm just not sure exactly where we're going.

Give me the notes, let me help.

All right, let's see. It's, uh...

"Head west at the stand of trees that look like Mount Rushmore."

None of these trees look remotely presidential.

I think we turn over there.

How could you possibly know that?

I have a feeling.

This isn't Vegas. You can't just go on a hunch.

These are directions.

There is a right and a wrong answer.

All right, well, we tried it your way,

right, with maps and protein bars.

Let's, uh, give my internal TPS a try.

Fine.

But we're not making Torres Positioning System a thing.

Uh, Jess?

You're gonna want to see this.

If you already found Lee's shelter,

I'm going to seriously question my life choices.

Just come!

Storm must have uncovered him.

Yeah, and look at the right foot.

Looks like my instincts were right.

I guess I should go to Vegas.

Hey, any luck with those photos

- from Nick and Jess? - Facial rec is good.

Not that good. Thankfully, we still have the foot

from the plane debris.

DNA was a dead end, but I just found this.

A metatarsal fracture from childhood.

Oh. Surgical plates usually have serial numbers on 'em.

If the doctor logged it, there should be a patient ID.

I'll run it now.

Oh. Baseball team has enough players this week.

- No fill-ins are needed. - Oh.

Maybe you can still invite Mateo to watch.

Uh, yeah, Jimmy told me.

Sorry. That man loves a good bonding moment.

I just thought, you know,

maybe baseball would be my way in with Mateo.

- That was not a bad instinct. - Except I'm striking out.

Yeah, well, Field of Dreams might have been a stretch.

Sometimes it's best to just show up as yourself.

- I do genuinely enjoy baseball. - Mm-hmm.

And I can think of some things that you like more.

Maybe start with those.

Ooh.

Got a hit on the surgical plate.

Patient was a kid named Cyrus Fox.

Looks like that kid grew up to be an international arms dealer.

Sells to the Russian mob, cartels.

Yeah, so he was playing in the big leagues.

Which explains why someone would want to sabotage the plane.

Yeah, but not how he got on board in the first place.

Oh, right, 'cause they were delivering aid, not weapons.

Global Wings had to know that he was on that manifest.

I will dig into the company records that their lawyer sent over.

Right. I'm gonna loop in the rest of the team.

Okay.

Wait. McGee got a fox?

Sorry, McGee. Can you repeat that?

Why does this satellite phone have crappier reception

than my actual cell?

Okay, well, the Rangers can help us

get this body out of here.

Let's get back to the helicopter before it gets too dark.

No, no. I think we should spend a little longer

looking for the lieutenant's shelter.

I think my TPS is feeling like it's close.

Okay, stop trying to make "TPS" happen.

Okay, well, it led us to this dude's body.

Uh, no, my navigation led us to this dude's body.

- Okay? You just happened to see him first. - One more hour.

One more hour. We'll shoot for it.

Come on. Here we go.

Rock, paper, scissors.

- Shoot. - Aha.

Rock, paper, scissors...

- Whoa! - Oh!

- Federal agents! - Hold your fire!

I got no visual.

Okay. Shots coming from the ridge.

Hundred yards away.

Same muzzle fire. I think it's a single shooter.

All right, I got your six. Move.

We can't keep returning fire. Running low on ammo.

We need to get out of his line of sight.

The hill. I'll cover you. Go.

You hit?

I twisted my ankle. I'll be fine.

All right. We're too exposed here.

There.

You have another magazine?

- I'm out of ammo. - Just one.

Okay, well, I don't think Rambo saw where we went.

- Stay put for a while? - Yeah.

What is it?

Lieutenant Lee's shelter.

- I knew we were close. - Okay.

Don't celebrate just yet.

With the shooter still outside,

looks like we're gonna be stuck here for a while.

All right, no sign of our trigger-happy friend.

But he can still be out there.

You think the shooter had anything to do with the plane crash?

- Well, can't be a coincidence. - Yeah.

He did open fire as soon as we found the dead body.

Ah.

Maybe this will get us some answers.

Is that the lieutenant's camera?

Yeah. Hopefully, she got footage

of the plane crash and of the dead passenger.

Looks like the battery's dead.

What?

The SD card is gone.

- We hiked miles for nothing? - Well, it wasn't nothing.

- We got the body. - Which we can't get to right now.

Is there anything in that Mary Poppins

bag of yours that'll help us get out of here?

Oh. Now you're interested in what I brought?

What about your instincts?

Well, they're a little fried right now.

- Maybe you should have a snack. - I'm not hangry!

Okay? If I seem annoying, it's because we've been shot at,

and now we're stuck here.

Okay, well, let's just worry about getting un-stuck,

and maybe we can just outrun him.

Oh, Jess.

No, it's fine, Nick. I just...

No, Jess. Come on. Have a seat, have a seat.

You're not going anywhere tonight.

The helicopter is waiting.

Well, and when we don't show up,

they're gonna send a search party in the morning.

Let's get that ankle elevated.

Come on.

The lieutenant survived here for six months.

How hard can one night be?

Any ETA on Knight and Torres?

No. Reception's been spotty.

We need to talk to the lieutenant.

She had to know Fox was out there.

You think she knows he survived?

Fox lost a foot in the crash,

yet he was buried miles away

in the same area as the lieutenant's shelter.

She knows more than she's saying.

I left her a voicemail earlier.

Where is she?

- Michael, what's-what's wrong? - Rebecca.

She's not at the hotel, and her phone's turned off.

All right. All right. Maybe she's getting dinner.

I-I was bringing her dinner.

The hotel room was totally cleared out.

I was hoping that you brought her in?

She's not here.

Rebecca can't be on her own right now.

She's traumatized.

All right, we'll put out a BOLO.

If you make a statement with our agent here,

he'll, uh... he'll take care of you, okay?

She lied to us and then ran.

Well, what if she's just overwhelmed or scared?

I'd be scared, too, if I'd been in those woods

with Cyrus Fox.

I think I figured out why Fox was on that plane,

and it wasn't because he was a Good Samaritan.

I dug through those documents Global Wings sent over.

Turns out the company is owned by a shell corporation.

Well, it's suspicious, but not a smoking gun.

Which is why I dug into the plane's flight schedule.

Smoke, meet gun.

That plane delivered aid

to dozens of crisis zones last year.

Guess who does business in each one?

Our fantastic Mr. Fox.

Fox was using that Global Wings plane

as his own personal Uber.

That explains why the lawyer was reluctant

to hand over their files.

Oh.

Knight and Torres never rendezvoused

with the helicopter.

Maybe they got distracted

by the beauty of the Appalachia?

Their satellite phone's last ping

was at the burial site about two hours ago.

All right, I'll alert the Rangers.

Just got to get the blood moving.

Okay, I would love

to watch you work out for the rest of the night,

but will you please just get... get over here?

I'm freezing. So are you. Look at your fingers.

Yeah, well, my fingers are always a little blue.

Blanket, now. Don't make it awkward.

Okay, but this is for...

for survival.

I'm letting you know that I'm the big spoon.

Oh, no. Okay, you see?

No. I'm the big spoon.

Shoot for it.

Rock, paper, scissors. Shoot.

Oh!

Little spoon, come to Mama.

And spare me the machismo.

No, it's not machismo, okay? It's pure biology.

I'm, like, quite literally bigger than you, so...

Can you please stop breathing on me?

Where else am I supposed to breathe?

Um, everywhere else but on me.

Okay, can you stop wiggling so much?

Well, can you stop digging your elbow into my ribs?

I...

It's hard to believe, no?

That the lieutenant would survive out here

without any heat or food or medicine?

Hmm.

I can't believe she didn't, uh...

she didn't give up.

Maybe she found something to live for.

I think he's trying to flush us out.

No way that's happening.

Not when we only have one mag and bear mace.

You brought bear mace?

Okay, I get it. I'm Miss Overprepared.

No, no, I'm...

I'm sorry I'm giving you a hard time, okay?

Honestly, seeing you be prepared for anything...

it's...

it's amazing.

Thanks.

And I will admit that your instincts...

...are annoyingly good.

- I know, right? - Ugh.

I'm still not calling it TPS, okay?

Okay. That's fair. That's fair.

Look, there's nothing we can do about this shooter

until tomorrow morning.

Yeah.

If we survive till then.

All we have to do is stay warm.

I hope you know I charge by the hour.

How long have you worked for Cyrus Fox?

- Who? - International arms dealer.

He's been using Global Wings Relief

as his personal taxi service.

And you think I'm on his payroll?

Global Wings is owned by an untraceable shell company

that you helped set up.

My employers value their privacy.

Unless you have actual evidence...

How do you call yourself a lawyer if

you've never passed the bar?

Excuse me?

I called your former employers

and the American Bar Association.

And neither of them have ever heard of a Grant Lancaster.

Now, you may not be real, but the charges you're facing are.

And you're gonna spend decades in a federal prison

unless you start talking right now.

I am a real lawyer.

For the CIA.

Name's Grant Lumpkin, not Lancaster.

Lumpkin?

Can see why you wanted to change that.

- Seriously? - Honestly, I-I should've known.

Your background team is terrible.

We didn't have time to make it airtight.

We needed boots on the ground as soon as our plane was found.

Your plane? CIA owns Global Wings Relief?

It allows us to move in and out of areas

we'd rather not be seen in.

Why was Fox on that plane? Was he cutting a deal?

A deal a year in the making.

He was about to hand us his entire buyers list.

But someone found out he was on that plane and leaked it.

So his enemies sabotaged the plane?

Now Fox is dead, and so is the deal.

- Who was the leak? - No idea.

Fox had enemies everywhere.

I cleared my people and moved on.

Well, we've got five bodies

and a Navy lieutenant who lost months

of her life in those woods.

So forgive me if I don't move on so easily.

You want to try to find that needle?

The haystack is all yours.

I wouldn't.

NCIS. Stand up.

Why are you hunting us?

We can do this here,

or we can do this at the Ranger station,

where we're gonna charge you with killing that guy in the woods.

Whoa, whoa. I didn't kill anyone.

You were certainly trying to kill us.

I was trying to scare you away.

Look, this guy paid me to come out here,

find this cave,

and destroy some footage in it. That's all.

You were sent on a wild-goose chase.

Just like us.

Max Kendrick, tracker for hire.

An impressive wilderness résumé...

poaching, smuggling.

Yeah, don't forget illegal firearms.

- Which he shot at us repeatedly. - Well, at least

you had the lieutenant's shelter to hide out in.

Must've made an easier night of it.

Had to be freezing up there.

Kendrick said that

he was hired to destroy the lieutenant's footage.

- Any idea who paid him? - The job was arranged online.

Kasie is tracing the payment now.

Whatever is on that missing footage

must be pretty incriminating.

Or the lieutenant knew where it went.

Could be why she ran.

She ran because she's a murderer.

Cyrus Fox only survived that plane crash

because somebody cauterized his severed foot.

- The lieutenant saved his life. - Yes... and no. I determined

that Cyrus Fox died two weeks ago.

Cause of death? Single gunshot to the head.

Kasie matched the bullet to the gun that

the lieutenant took from the plane.

If they spent all that time together, why-why kill him

just before they were rescued?

We can ask her ourselves.

Lee was just picked up at a train station.

We went looking for your footage.

We found a grave instead.

That's Cyrus Fox.

We found out that you filmed

a Navy PSA about his organization years ago.

I... I didn't know he was out there.

Only reason he survived the crash

was 'cause you cauterized his leg.

And your shelter was definitely big enough for two people.

You saved his life...

just to take it from him months later.

That's not what it looks like.

It looks like you murdered him.

Surviving is easier with two people.

Maybe you kept him alive

until you were able to fix the radio.

Then once you could call for help,

and didn't need him anymore... bang.

I didn't kill Cyrus.

I loved him.

I know. I know what it sounds like.

Okay? But Cyrus was a good man.

Yes, I saved his life...

...but he saved mine many times.

Infections, food poisoning.

I wanted to give up. He wouldn't let me.

He gave you hope.

Cyrus wanted to change.

He made a deal with the CIA.

He wanted to help even if it cost him his life.

It did cost him his life.

He ended up with a bullet in his head.

Cyrus got sick.

Bedridden, actually.

I could barely leave his side.

We fixed the radio,

but the battery was dying,

and we needed to get to higher ground for a signal.

And he couldn't make the climb.

He begged me to go...

...but I cou...

I couldn't just leave him there, alone to die.

So he made the choice for us.

I left to get water.

When I came back, he...

He took his own life?

He knew it was the only way I'd survive.

Why not just tell us the truth?

Cyrus and I were together for months.

We talked... about everything.

If the people he worked for ever found out what he told me,

I'd be dead.

That's a hell of a story.

If it's true.

But we don't have any proof.

Just your word.

This is the SD card...

...from my camera.

This is all the proof you need.

By the time you see this, Rebecca...

...I'll be gone.

But I need you to know...

...the crash is the best thing to ever happen to me,

because it brought me to you.

Well, I get why the lieutenant took the footage with her.

Most people don't get a goodbye.

He's still talking.

I'm sorry for what I'm about to do.

You need to keep going.

This is the only way to protect our family.

To get you both home.

What... hold up, Kase. Pause that.

Did he say "family"?

Lieutenant Lee is pregnant.

Okay, she kept this video a secret

to protect herself and her child from the people Fox worked with.

And Fox wanted to protect them, too,

because right after he makes his goodbye video,

he goes on to list all his buyers.

He kept his promise to the CIA.

But this footage wasn't the target.

In order to make his goodbye video,

Fox had to record over some old footage.

Well, that's probably what they're after.

Mm, and lucky for us, I just finished restoring it.

I was so worried.

Oh, they-they just have a few questions

about some footage from Haiti.

The lieutenant said that you, uh,

used her camera to shoot some B-roll

at the airport before her flight.

You caught Cyrus Fox on camera.

The international arms dealer.

Fox was on the lieutenant's flight.

But then his rival found out, and sabotaged his plane

to get rid of him.

That's... awful.

Yeah, but you already knew that, didn't you?

'Cause you're the one that tipped off his rival.

You also got a, uh, pretty large deposit

on the same day the plane crashed.

But then the lieutenant was rescued

and you knew we'd find the footage.

It was the only thing connecting you to the crash.

Proof that you knew Fox was on that plane.

So, you hired someone to destroy it.

- I didn't hire anyone. - Your emails say otherwise.

Rebecca, listen, I didn't know they were gonna

sabotage the plane.

I swear. I...

I get the feeling she doesn't believe you.

The CIA has agreed to bury this entire case.

Yeah. No one will ever know that Cyrus Fox was on that plane.

And you and your baby will be safe.

And this...

is all yours.

Hmm. This is all I have left of Cyrus.

Well...

...almost all.

I never thought I'd do this alone.

You know?

I don't know if I'm ready to be a mom.

Everything you did out there in those woods

to keep yourself and that baby safe?

That's parenting.

Okay? So, you are already doing an incredible job.

Thank you.

Good luck.

You're telling me that you didn't see

a single bird out in the woods?

Well, it wasn't a nature walk.

Yeah, we were a little busy trying not to freeze to death.

Yeah, why didn't you?

'Cause the guy you arrested

was wearing, like, full winter gear,

and you guys had on, what, windbreakers?

How'd you stay warm?

Uh...

- Well... - We just, you know,

- kept moving. - Kept moving.

Um...

See you guys later?

"Kept moving"? What does that mean?

Maybe Torres can fill you in at the game this weekend.

Uh, you still inviting Mateo?

I'm not really sure.

I like baseball and everything, but it's not the real me.

No shame in hanging up the glove.

You can find another way to connect with Mateo.

One that's more you.

Yeah.

Mateo.

Hey, it's your dad.

Hey, listen, uh, I was thinking about checking out

my old laser tag spot this weekend.

Uh, any chance you'd want to join me?