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(Indistinct radio chatter)

Where are we?

Faa handed over radio control

on November-zero-five-
Julia-papa-zulu.

Privately operated jet
took off from New Orleans

approximately 90 minutes ago,
bound for Washington-Reagan.

Atc has reported no radio
contact for the last 37 minutes.

Comms failure?
Radio works, captain.

Either they don't want
to talk or can't.

Keep trying.

My eyes in the sky.

Two hornets on the horizon.

Should have visual
in less than five.

Private jet is outside
restricted airspace,

but not for long.

Over Metro D.C. in less than 30.

Captain:
Damn.

Hell of a day to quit smoking.

Didn't know you smoked, ma'am.

I don't.
I just imagine it's true.

Zero-five-j-p-z, this is
naval air station pax river.

Come in. Over.

Man: Pax river,
this is gator-one-one.

I have visual on our bogey.

Put me through to NORAD.

It's gonna be all hands
on deck for this one.

Female officer: November-zero-
five-Julia-papa-zulu.

This is naval
air station pax river.

Naval aircraft on approach,
north-northeast. Over.

Zero-five-j-p-z, this is
naval air station pax river.

Please respond. Over.

¶ ¶

so what happened?

I don't know.

Tony, come on.

All bishop said
was MTAC in five.

No, I'm not talking
about MTAC.

I'm talking about what
happened over new year's.

You and Zoe broke up?

(Chuckles dryly)
You heard.

Why didn't
you tell me?

Well, the break-up
bug's going around.

Didn't want you
to catch it.

Hey, be careful--
you know what happens

if bishop hears you
joking around like that.

I jest to comfort.

So the breakup,
you and Zoe, it was messy?

No, we agreed it
wasn't working out,

so we ended on
a good note.

Amicable, very adult.

Oh, no, no, no.

See, you and Zoe keates
do not do "adult."

You both have
tact issues--

you verbally,
her physically.

Is this because she tackled
you the first time you met?

Hey, she thought I was
a hermit bomb-maker.

(Sighs) Miss
that about her.

(Scoffs) There you go,
more jokes.

Must be pretty bad,
so you want to talk about it?

Who's paying you for
the details, mcgossip?

Well, Abby and i
do have a bet

on who throws
the first punch.

Hey, there were
no punches thrown.

But it was
physical, right?

We're about to go live.

What are you guys
talking about?

Star wars.
Star wars.

Hmm.

(Gibbs speaks indistinctly
over radio)

Captain:
Negative, agent Gibbs.

After multiple passes, there are
no signs of life on that plane.

A rapid depressurization
is likely.

Causes a lack of oxygen to the
brain and death by hypoxia.

How many?

Four bodies that we can count,

including the pilot
and the copilot.

Bishop: Jet's registered
to blye industries.

Military tech developer.
McGee: Among other things.

Blye industries was
started by jenner blye.

He's a pioneer in tech design.

Exosuits, robotic prosthetics.

(Chuckles)
They make jet packs.

Yes, and jet packs.

Thank you.

What's your
point, McGee?

You cut your hair?

I didn't need it anymore.

I believe agent McGee's point
was that this is a PR nightmare.

Captain bloom.

Director.

Does NCIS know
who's on that plane?

Naval intelligence officer
commander Gil lively

informed his co of the flight
at 0600 this morning,

but that's all we know.

Flight manifest
would have been filed

at the airfield of departure.

Special agent pride and his team
are following up in New Orleans.

He'll be joining
the conversation.

We've got even bigger problems
at cruising altitude.

The flight plan shows that bird
took off with a full tank.

Given headwinds
and weather conditions,

it won't go down for
another 400 to 600 miles.

Does that get it
to the ocean?

No. Puts us over three
Metro areas in the meantime.

Philadelphia,
New York and Boston.

Bishop:
It's currently
over unpopulated

Virginia countryside.

I've spoken to NORAD.

We are prepared
to take down the target.

Air strike on a civilian plane.

No better than it sounds,
and even harder to control.

Yeah, media and falling
debris alike.

Aircraft is is only
over wilderness

for another ten minutes.

Now, unless you have
a safer way to bring it down,

I've got my orders.

We'll find a way.

Abby: I already pulled
the flight manuals,

acquired the jet's
radio frequency,

and I tapped into the
onboard navigation computer.

And?
And remotely crashing
an airplane is difficult.

It's impossible, actually.

For good reason.

Not to mention
my misgivings.

About what,
crashing a plane?

Crashing anything.

Fast.
Six minutes left.

Okay, it's not
new year's,

so cool it with
the countdown, please.

Hey, have you tried accessing
the mechanical functions,

tricking the computer
into dumping its fuel?

Can't access it
wirelessly.

Navigation?

I can't override
the autopilot.

It's a closed system.

Right, a plane only does
what it's told.

Okay, then crash,
plane, crash.

Well, unfortunately,
you're not the pilot,

autopilot or GPS system.

But I could be.

You just said it was
a closed system.

All aircraft get their
directional data

via GPS satellite.

Right, location,
speed, altitude.

GPS tells the
plane where it is.

So if we can't
hack the plane...

We hack the satellite.

We send false data
to the aircraft,

we make it think
it's way off course.

And the autopilot should
correct accordingly.

Right.

No, I just... I don't
want to know that.

Flight took off
from lakefront airport.

Lasalle and Brody are there now.

Flight manifest,
agent pride.

Coming through.

Agent Gibbs, director Vance,
we're out of time.

You gave us ten
minutes, captain.

We've still got 40 seconds.

My pilots are in position,
and my orders have not changed.

(Alarm sounds)

Captain?

Altitude alert.

Bloom: The plane thinks
it's too high,

and it's started
a steep descent.

It appears to be...

Crashing itself.

Vance:
Where?

Given it's
current angle,

a remote corner of the cj brown
state forest and reservoir.

Nice job, gentlemen.

It was a team effort.

(Cell phone rings)

Hey. Where'd you go?

Need to talk privately.

(Door opens)

Alert all the wildlife.

(Alarm sounds)

Ground avoidance systems.

Dwayne, what's going on?

Flight manifest
just came through.

Pilot:
Pax river, gator-one-two,

we have visual
confirmation of impact.

Hang on.

(Crashing)

Pax river, gator-one-two,
the aircraft has crash-landed.

Repeat, aircraft is
on the ground.

Pride: Gibbs, we...
We got a problem.

Fifth name on the list:
Luca Sciuto.

Abby's brother was
on that plane.

Luca?

I know you're
not dead, okay?

So call me back.

Abby...
Gibbs, this doesn't
make any sense.

Luca is a chef, and he's
a really successful one.

Recently hired
by jenner blye.
Yeah.

The-the tech
billionaire. I know.

It's, like,
Luca's dream job.

But, you know, it's not
like he's cooking

on, like, private jets.

Luca never leaves Nola.

He doesn't like to fly.

Are you sure
about this?

Luca...

...he's my brother.

Not the brother I just
found out I have,

but the-the brother
that I grew up with.

I talk to him
every day.

If he was coming to D.C.,
he would have told me.

I mean, unless he was
gonna try to surprise me.

Stop putting
thoughts in my head.

Luca and I, we don't get
to see each other

in person that much,
you know,

'cause we're both super
dedicated to our jobs.

But if Luca were dead...

I would feel
a disturbance in the force.

You know, that's very
strong in my family.

I know that.

Do you?

Lasalle, Brody,
Percy, pride,

they're all following
up in Nola.

Okay. Good.

That's good,
'cause they're gonna...

They're gonna
find him there.
Abby.

You should come
to the crash site.

No.

'Cause...

Luca is not there.

(Camera shutter clicking)

(Siren whoops)

(Indistinct radio chatter)

(Helicopter whirring)

Ntsb said autopilot kept
the plane level on impact.

If anybody aboard
had been alive,

they actually could have
survived the crash.

Ironic, tragic.

Tony: Manifest?
McGee: Five souls aboard.

Pilot, copilot, blye
industries senior vp,

commander lively
and Luca Sciuto.

Mmm.

You guys ever met him?

No. Gibbs has, though.

This will be
our first time.

Ntsb is still
securing the wreckage.

Tony: No sense
going in yet, then.

I think we have to
wait for Gibbs anyway.

Gibbs:
No, you don't.

No more excuses.

Let's go.

¶ ¶

McGee:
Oxygen masks didn't deploy.

That's odd.

Must be our
blye industries senior vp.

Hypoxia usually shows wrinkled
discoloration in the fingers,

but no signs of it here.

Yeah, or here.

Commander.

McGee:
No outward signs of hypoxia.

Doesn't mean it didn't happen,
but you know ducky's mantra.

"We won't know more
until autopsy."

The commander's body makes four,
so maybe the manifest was wrong.

Five.

Come here, McGee.

Tail caught fire
from the crash.

Body's too damaged to I.D.

Chef Luca.

Well, we've prepped all
five bodies for autopsy.

Abby is officially
stalling.

Yes, well, I promised
i wouldn't start any autopsy

until she's had a chance
to I.D. Her brother.

I know you prefer to
wait until the autopsy

to actually talk about
the bodies, doctor,

but can we talk about
the bodies, doctor?

No.

I just couldn't help but notice
the absence of

any cyanosis on any of
the fingers or any of the toes

of any of the bodies.
Mr. Palmer.

At least some sign of hypoxia.

I mean, it's weird.

We won't know
what it is until...

Until we do the autopsy.
Right, right.
Yes.

But if I didn't
know any better...

(Laughs):
Well, clearly you don't.

...i would say that these people

did not die from
depressurization.

Yeah, well, there's nothing
to be gained by guessing.

Can we at least agree
that there appears to be

a hint of a suggestion

of foul play?

(Elevator bell dings)

Hey, guys.

Sorry I'm late.

I was, um,

sketching my brother's
dental records

for a proper I.D.

You know your brother's
teeth from memory?

We're super close.

And I also wrote down

his measurements and...

A description of his birthmarks.

Really?

So I'm ready.

That's enough.

I understand, Abby,
that this is hard,

but we need you
to take a good look.

No.

I don't have to.

It's not him.

The face is badly burned.

I know.

But that body has
attached earlobes,

and Luca-- he's free, like me.

She right, doctor?

Yes.
I knew it.

The Sciuto force
was right again.

But if Luca's
not in this drawer, then...

Where is he?

Lasalle: I would think
Luca was cooking meth

if he didn't have
every book ever written

on molecular gastronomy.

Sonja:
Found every photo

he's ever taken with his sister.

Why are they all on Halloween?

Tony:
That's just how she dresses.

Did you find anything on Luca?

Lasalle: Closets are full,
nothing was packed.

Either he's still in town
or skipped it fast.

And he's still not
answering his cell.

You know, Tony DiNozzo--
why does your name ring a bell?

Kind of a legend
in the NCIS world.

Oh, I don't know
anything about that.

I transferred from atf.

Atf?

You ever work with Zoe keates?

Yeah.

Training exercises in Georgia.

You two are dating.

Ah. Well, that's over now.

Oh.

Well, I hope for your sake
she ended it,

'cause that girl was mean
on the jujitsu mat.

I'll miss that.

Found the mother lode.

What'd you get?

Bag hidden behind a
false wall in the closet.

Uh, hello.

Flying blind. Narration, please.

About ten grand
in cash, Tony.

And two nine-millimeters,
fully loaded.

A little, uh,
high-tech listening device.

What's a chef doing with a bug?

Seems like we got a
fly in the soup, Tony.

McGee:
Got you. Okay, thank you.

Boss, o.N.I. Says
commander lively was

flying to D.C. to meet with
the secretary of defense.

About what?

Well, they either couldn't

or wouldn't say,
but blye industries has

no current business
with the U.S. military.

Secdef's office?

Yeah, they sent over
his schedule.

Redacted everything

except for the meeting
with lively.

Gibbs: It wasn't
set until late last night.

Short notice.

But, uh, must have been
pretty important.

Yeah, well,
someone thought so.

Killing everyone on
that plane would insure

that that meeting
would never happen.

Find out
what the commander knew.

Hey, Abbs. Go-bag?

Yeah.

Didn't you get my e-mail?
Luca's in trouble.

He texted me.

What? When?

Abby: He must've
removed the battery,

'cause I can't
trace it.

I think he's on the run.

"Conniption."
Abby: It's code

for where to find him.

Redbird bolt, north Carolina.

What's in redbird bolt?

The colossal fun amusement park.

And, hopefully,

Luca in one piece.

Gibbs, please, can I go
rescue my brother?

Yeah. Yeah, Abbs, go.

DiNozzo drives, Abbs.

(People screaming playfully)

We drove overnight because
your brother is hiding here?

Yeah. Thank goodness
they're open

for the new year's Eve festival.

Luca's text said
"conniption"?

It's a reference to the
roller coaster from vacation.

The movie?
No, the Sciuto
family vacation.

He knew I'd get
the reference.

Oh. Fond memories?

Unspeakable horrors
of screaming and vomit,

and that was just
the car ride.

We swore we'd never
mention it again,

so if he's here, it's bad.

Okay, big park--
where do we start?

At the conniption.

We don't have to ride
that thing, do we?

Yeah. It gives us
the best view of the park.

Now I know why
McGee didn't come.

(Buzzing, beeping)

Oh, screw you.

Are you kidding? Come on!

(Beeping continues)

(Elevator bell dings)

Okay, I am sorry.

I didn't mean it.

Boss, these...
This thing is sentient,

and it's only loyal
to its master.

Or the plug was loose.

Um, the Nola team

processed the items found
in Luca's apartment.

No prints.
Bug?

They actually found a second
one in Luca's knife case.

Both are customizable

and untraceable.
Cause of death?

Surprise, surprise.
Blood work came back

showing signs
of poison.

What kind?
Don't know yet.

Well, how were they poisoned?

We don't know
that, either.

Mass spectrometer is being
particularly stubborn with me.

But I will know more later.

I hope.

Gibbs: Poison.
What kind? From where?

Leon, we're lucky
we got that much.

Agent McGee is playing
the part of miss Sciuto?

Yeah, and it's a
hard role to fill.

Mm.
Secdef?

Has no idea why commander lively
was coming to see him.

Only that it concerned
a matter of national security.

What was he doing
on jenner blye's plane?

Secdef called blye industries
to ask that same question.

They've got corporate offices
in anacostia.

Yeah? And?

Mr. blye has been
ducking secdef's calls.

That's a bad idea.

Yeah, even for a big shot.

I'm thinking it's time we bring
Tony stark in for questioning.

Iron man.

Smug.

Tech mogul/superhero.

My son collects them.

I guess now so do I.

Mm-hmm.

(Door closes)

(Lively chatter,
carnival music playing)

There you go, baby.

(Groans)
Going crazy.

We've been looking for Luca
for hours, and nothing.

You're sure he
sent the text?

Who else would be hiding here
and have me go through

a roller coaster nightmare
in order to find him?

You're right.

It's silly, but
very Sciuto.

I knew it.

What?

We're being followed.

Scary guy with
an earpiece.

Are you armed?
Yes.

And don't worry,
we're safe.

How do you know?

Because that is a
park security guard.

I called ahead, told them
we were gonna be here

and to keep an
eye out for Luca.

Well, I didn't know that.

And Luca doesn't know that.

That's why he's hiding.

Hiding where?

Someplace scarier
than the conniption.

Oh, wait.

That a headless hippo?

It's a clue! From Luca.

Is there still a
haunted house here?

You'd think an award for global
design would be... cooler.

(Door opens)

Agent Gibbs and bishop.

Sorry for the wait.

As you can imagine, we're
all still in shock here.

Dalton greenbrick,

chief financial officer
at blye industries.

This is our head of security,

Blake huxley.

Do you think this was an
attempt on Mr. blye's life?

(Chuckles):
Of course not.

And please,
lower your voice.

Gibbs:
Okay.

Let's talk inside.

I'm afraid Mr. blye is
on an overseas call.

He asked us to come out
and answer your questions.

We asked to talk to blye.
Of course.

But I'm afraid
he wouldn't be any help.

Huxley:
Look, you should know,

Mr. blye has gone missing.
Blake.

He was meeting with

Navy commander Gil lively
in New Orleans.

About?
We're hoping you could tell us.

Because it was
the last time

anyone saw him.

So you do think he's dead.

Okay, that's enough.

I'm sure he's fine.
In the meantime...

You'll be reporting
a missing person.

(Beeping)

(Elevator bell dings)
(Mouthing)

Boss, I.D.'D
the poison.

Uh, it is called
batrachotoxin.

Secreted from a south
American poison dart frog.

Causes paralysis and/or death
just by touching it,

let alone ingesting it.

It was in the airplane food?
Actually, on the utensils.

It's laced with a unique
aerosol form I can't trace.

Well, the silverware
points to the chef--

whoever took
Luca's place.

Still no I.D.,
and it would've meant

poisoning themselves.

So why all the secrecy if
it was a suicide mission?

Who else had access to the food?

Well, the Nola team
sent over security footage

from the hangar.

It's dated
the night before the flight.

Shows the last
living person

seen with the
poisoned silverware.

Luca.

(Metal clangs)

Tony:
"Colossal fun."

(Grunting)

(Grunts)

Oh...

All right, Abby.

Come on over.

There was a gate
just back there.

Haunted house used to be here?

Yeah, there was a
headless skeleton outside

and it scared
Luca really bad,

but mom and dad made him
go on the ride anyway.

He didn't say a word
to them for weeks.

Weren't your
parents deaf?

Yeah, he would just keep
his hands in his pockets.

Well, you are the only Sciuto
i see around here.

Right.

Okay.

Let's split up.

You go that way.

Abby:
Luca?

Luca!

Luca?

Luca.

Man:
Abby?

Luca? Luca.

(Phone ringing)

Yeah, boss.

Oh, my god.

(Panting)

Hey.

Oh...

Oh, my god.
Are you okay?

What is going on?
I don't know.

I woke up yesterday in a motel

with no idea how I got there.

Then I saw on TV
that the plane

I was supposed
to be on crashed,

and my apartment
has been ransacked...

I don't know who
to trust except you.

(Exhales)

But I knew you'd come, Abby.

(Sighs)

Ton... Tony!

Tony!
We're over here!

You brought the cops?

Abby:
He's not a... he's...

Tony's...

A friend, with a badge.

Yeah. All right, boss, will do.

Luca, this is
very special agent Tony DiNozzo.

Tony, this...

Is my little brother, Luca.

It's nice to meet you, Luca.

You're under arrest.

What?

Luca, what did you do?

McGee:
So Navy commander lively

met with jenner blye
in New Orleans.

We have no idea why.

And afterwards,
the commander flew to D.C.

To meet with the
secretary of defense.

About national security.

Ominous, if not
a little broad.

Except everyone on
that plane was killed

with a powerful
neurotoxin, including

the mystery man who took
Luca's place as chef.

Still no I.D. On that
body, by the way.

It's not looking good
for jenner blye, either.

Is he a suspect?

No, another victim.
Louisiana state police

just I.D.'D his car.

They're dragging the river
for a body.

Everyone connected to
the secret meeting in Nola

is being targeted.

So our only living clue
is the real chef.

Maybe Luca knows
what this is all about.

What is this all about?

Abby, hey.
How-how was...

How was my car ride?
It was awful.

Tony wouldn't
even let me

speak to my own brother.

Is Luca really a murder suspect?

We're about to find out.

He's in interrogation now.

Who's questioning him?

Abby:
Gibbs!

No, wait!

Don't hurt Luca!
Abbs...

I'm just gonna talk to him.
Yeah, but...

Luca's really fragile,

and-and you're really... you.

What's your point?

He's not a killer.

He's... he's innocent
and he's sweet.

And... and he's

a Sciuto.

And did I mention
he's-he's innocent?

Then we shouldn't
have a problem.

I'm sure he'll tell you

everything he knows.

Luca:
I'm not saying anything

without a lawyer.

Sorry, agent Gibbs.

Is my sister
watching this?

(Rapid knocking at door)

(Exhales)

Luca!

Abby, I can handle myself.

I told you that
Gibbs hates lawyers.

Let me break him.

Abbs, either you do
this, or I will.

What are you doing?

You told me what cops do
to people without lawyers

and that I should
always ask for one.

True.
But this is different.

How?
This is...

Family.

Luca,

you're suspected
of poisoning

everyone on that plane.

That wasn't my fault.

It was last-minute.
I used what I had.

But I knew that the artichoke
wouldn't keep overnight

and that the beet puree
wouldn't reheat well...

Luca, I'm
not talking

about food poisoning.

I'm talking about

batrachotoxin poisoning.

Is that a preservative?

They told me

to prep the food
to fly to D.C. the next day.

You hate to fly.
I wanted to surprise you.

Next thing I know,

I woke up dumped in a motel

with a hangover.

You don't drink!

Someone drugged me.

And now everyone on that plane
is dead and I'm scared.

That's all I know!

Oh...

Okay.

That's what you used
to say to mom and dad

when you weren't telling
the whole truth.

What?

"That's all I know."

You lie better
with your hands

than you do
your mouth.

Are you protecting someone?

Wait. Wait, wait, wait.

He knows sign?

Yeah.

Luca is drawn to...

Strays.

Anyone with

a hard-luck case

and a sob story.

He wants to help them.

Isn't that what
you do, Abby?

Abby:
I look on
the bright side.

That's the same
thing, Abby.

No, it's not.

I look on the bright side,

but I acknowledge the fact
that there is a dark side.

You are just...

All... all...
All sunshine.

I didn't realize there was
someone more positive than Abby.

And it gets him
in trouble.

Especially with women.

Well, I don't need your help.

Pet shelter owner.

Oh. She said they'd have
to put down all of the animals

if I didn't get six
of my friends to invest.

It was a Ponzi scheme.

I try to help people.

And, like I've told agent Gibbs,

Eva's different.

She's running away
from an abusive husband,

and we connected
in a prayer group at church.

She's honest.

So the guns, the money,

listening device
found in your apartment...

Not mine
and not hers.

Someone's setting me up,
and it's putting her in danger.

That's why you wouldn't talk?

Look, I cook for jenner blye,

the most innovative man
in the world.

He's constantly under public
scrutiny, corporate espionage.

I serve dinner,
but I have no idea

what Mr. blye
discusses over it.

Now, will you help me find Eva
and protect her?

Have you tried calling her?

She mostly calls me.

She changes cell phones a lot.

Do you have a picture?

She won't let me take pictures.

Just in case her ex
ever comes around.

Okay, so does she have,

um,

say, a... last name?

Sonja:
Yeah,

she definitely
took advantage of him.

Sounds like it.

Someone wants to steal
tech secrets from jenner blye,

and they bug
his personal chef.

Yeah. The chef may not
be in the meeting,

but he's in the house.

Poor Luca.

Oh.

You, uh, been used in
a relationship, there, Tony?

Or vice versa?

No comment.

Wounds are still fresh?

You follow up on the rest
of little brother's story?

Yes, and it checks out.

Motel owner said
he saw him leave the place.

Seemed out of it.
He was missing a shoe.

Sonja:
We figure Eva took out Luca

and then put the mystery man
in his place.

Are we sure this woman
stayed at Luca's place?

Said she's been crashing
for the last two weeks.

Who stays at someone's house
for two weeks

and doesn't leave any
fingerprints or hair?

This woman didn't
want to be identified.

I don't know why.

She cute.

You found a picture?

Not exactly.

Hmm.

You can use this?

We use artist sketches
all the time.

And those are just from
witnesses' memories.

This artist had the subject
right in front of him.

It's a cartoon, Abby.

Yeah, it exaggerates
key features.

I just have
to pull them back.

And because I know what
Luca actually looks like,

I have a baseline for how
the artist exaggerates.

Abby:
Ah.
It works.

Of course it works.
Well, who is she?

I'm looking for
database matches right now.

That was fast.
That was, like, super fast.

Well, that's good, right?
Not really.

Eva's in four different
agency databases.

Make that five.

Including ours.

Why?

Vance:
Because Eva azarova
works for

Russian diplomatic counselor
Anton pavlenko.

Are you sure?

She doesn't have
an accent.

CIA, NSA, homeland
and interpol

all have aliases
matching her description.

They can't confirm it,
but it's pretty clear

she's a sleeper agent
and she's using you.

Well, she must have
a good reason.

Abby:
Luca, we've worked
with her boss before.

So he's a good guy, then.

Only when it suits him.

Gibbs, you think
pavlenko's behind all this?

We're gonna find out.

By finding Eva.

I'm sure she'll explain
everything.

And I'm sure she is
long gone by now.

She would've
called me first.

(Phone ringing)

Hello?

Eva.

You okay?
What's going...

I'm fine, Luca.

(Eva continues indistinctly)

She's calling for you.

Yeah, it's Gibbs.

Agent Gibbs, hello.

Now that NCIS is involved,

no doubt you've found out
who I am

and who I work for.

Yeah. You planning on using
me like you're using Luca?

Now, wait a minute.

Anton told me

you aren't one for small talk.

No. Or cryptic
phone calls.

Things are not always
as they seem.

(Chuckles):
Really?

Okay.

Tony! Move!

Gibbs told me
to arrest Luca.

It's not about that, yet.

Gibbs is on the phone
with our Russian spy,

and I need to run a trace, fast.

First, her name is Eva.

Second, you can really do that?

If you didn't think
i could do it, Luca,

then why'd you disconnect your
phone while you were in hiding?

You told me
the government can track it.

I didn't know you could.

I am the government.

Mm.

(Computer trilling)

Wow. Cool.

But what happens
when you find her?

Gibbs happens.

Oh, no.

It's not like he just goes out

and shoots spies on the spot.

I haven't heard from
Trent kort lately.

I'm calling to ask that you not
contact counselor pavlenko

via official channels.
(Gibbs laughs)

That's kind of funny.
It's never official with him.

Lives depend on it, agent Gibbs.

Then tell me how
to contact him.

You'll figure something out.

(Phone beeps)

Did you get that trace?

Kinda. The call was
digitally rerouted

and then terminated
before I got all the details,

but Eva is
definitely somewhere

on the 700 block of k street.

That's a lot of doors
to knock on.

Yeah, and it's not like
one of them's gonna have

a sign outside that says
"Russian hangout."

Actually, there is.

Tusovka.

It's a four-star restaurant
known for

borsch with caviar and sour
cream, and for refusing service

to anyone who doesn't
speak Russian.

"Tusovka" is actually
Russian for, uh...

Hangout.
It's probably just
a coincidence.

Or it's a trap.

Eva wouldn't do that.

But if she is there, b-be nice!

(Elevator bell dings)

Please!

Federal agents.

Agent Gibbs.

I am honored
you could join me.

Agent DiNozzo.

Tony:
Eva-- where is she?

In New Orleans,
where I want her.

This was
a technological ruse.

Clearly my time with NCIS
has rubbed off.

Have a seat.

Please.

Drink?

Talk.

The last time we talked,
i helped you find a killer.

You're looking for repayment?

Hardly.

I'm helping yet again.

That is why we must
meet in secret.

I'm going against my government
and risking my life.

Perhaps when we are finished
here, you'll believe me.

Try me.

The man who took Luca Sciuto's
place on that plane

was one of my agents.

He was going
to represent me

in the meeting with
your secretary of defense.

The commander knew there was
a Russian operative on board?

It was his idea.
I can't very well be seen

at the Pentagon these days.

Whoa. Back up.

The murders on the plane.

Not my doing.
Quite the opposite.

I want to save lives.

The meeting in New Orleans.

I arranged it.

Bull.

I'm trying to prevent war.

No matter what you
think of me personally,

don't question that!

That was a gift.

Don't spill.

You need it more than me.

I found out my
government was

planning to steal technology
that Mr. blye had developed

for the American military.

I spent two days
in New Orleans,

and what I saw...

Confirmed everything.

The commander was flying to D.C.
to go public.

Ever heard of...

Project manta ray?

Its theft could start a war.

We must prevent that, together.

(Gasps)

Counselor?

Call an ambulance.

(Wheezing)

Counselor.

(Wheezing)

(Camera clicking)

McGee:
Well, the swabs show

that the vodka bottle was laced
with the neurotoxin.

Gibbs touched
that bottle.

Luckily, it was
only on the cap,

waiting for someone
to open it.

He said he got it as a gift.

From who?

This means he was
telling the truth

about risking his life.

The Russians behind this?

Great. It's the '80s
all over again.

You're right, he jokes
when under stress.

That supposed to be about Zoe?

I heard it got physical.
Yes, it did.

We went to dinner,

decided things really
weren't working out,

agreed to end it and,
uh, say our good-byes.

The next morning.

Hmm.

Consulate's already on their
way to collect the body.

Yes.

Except it's our only clue
as to where pavlenko's been

and what manta ray
actually is.

Yes.

Okay. Good talk.

I told you Eva was good.

We don't know
that for sure.

You just said the guy she was
working with was helping.

Yeah, but she
could've killed him.

The case is still open.

You're going after her.

We are going after whoever
murdered these people.

It wasn't her.

After the last two days,
how can you say that?

Innocent until proven guilty.

You taught me that.

Mom and dad, too.

Yeah, three years ago,

when you told me we were
adopted, it all made sense.

It's why we are
who we are,

you and me.

Our family takes people in,
helps them, sight unseen.

And I need you to accept me.

Sunshine, unicorn farts and all.

This place has good fries,
but the coffee's crap.

Do not say that to
Gibbs. (Chuckles)

Stop trying to protect me.

I'm getting on a plane
back home first thing tomorrow.

What?

Why?

You could still be in danger.

Luca?

Are you in love with Eva?

Please stay out of it.

And please stop worrying.

Want answers.
Body's our best bet.

Can't ever be easy, can it?

(Chuckles):
No.

Well, then I guess...

Bring it on.

Van's already on the way to you.

Think we better stick
to country roads, doctor.

Yeah, well, we may have to take
a couple of freeways.

This is so exciting!

Absconding to New Orleans

under the cover of night.
(Laughs)

Yeah, the only thing we have to
decide is when to stop for tea.

(Tires screeching,
engine revving)

Whoa!

(Tires screeching)

(Guns clicking)

Doctor.

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