All language subtitles for Hawaii.Five-0.S02E21.720p.WEB-DL.DD5.1.H.264-KiNGS NCIS

Detective Williams,

this is Special Agent Callen.

Are you telling me
Comescu is in Hawaii?

We found his prints

at a murder scene.

He may have gotten his hands
on a smallpox virus.

We're on our way.

Dracul is not an idealogue.

Our guess is
that he found a buyer

looking for a biological weapon.

What the hell is this?

Looks like
a quarantine station.

We did find smallpox virus
samples but not all of them.

Apparently several
vials are missing.

The vials you recovered

from Comescu
did not contain smallpox.

It wasn't us,
I swear to you.

- The doctor was gone.
- What doctor?

Jarrod Prodeman--

he's a formerly
highly respected epidemiologist.

Our suspect is on the mainland
with nine vials of smallpox.

I need Hetty to send a team
to LAX right now.

Ladies and gentlemen, as we begin

our descent, please make sure
your seat backs and tray tables

are in their full
upright position.

Your seat belt should
be securely fastened

and all carry-on luggage
should be stowed

underneath the seat
in front of you

or in the overhead bins.

Please turn off all
electronic devices

until we are safely parked
at the gate.

Thank you.

Excuse me,
we're on final approach.

You need to take your seat
and buckle in.

Hello, can
you hear me?

The other passengers say
she's been in there for a while.

Hang on, I'll get the key.

Oh, my God.

♪ NCIS: LA 3x21 ♪
Touch of Death
Original Air Date on May 1, 2012

== sync, corrected by elderman ==

♪

Suspect's name
is Jarrod Prodeman.

He's traveling
from Hawaii to Los Angeles

on board Hanalei Air flight 792.

He switched boarding passes with
a man named Benjamin Gallagher

in order to travel with an
unidentified female companion.

He could be carrying
a biochemical weapon, and so...

How long ago?

Damn it.
What is going on

with this equipment?
Problem?

Yeah, I'm trying
to contact Callen,

but the communication
keeps freezing

and nothing I do seems to help.

Okay, let me take a look.

We don't have time for this.

You're right,

but we also don't have
time to make mistakes,

so let's just take a step back.

- Okay?
- Okay.

Try it now.

Callen? Callen,
can you hear me?

See?

What about you?

Did you get in touch
with the flight crew?

No, the plane already landed.

- Oh, my God.
- Don't worry.

Kensi and Deeks
are at the airport.

This is a disaster.

I can't believe the one time
we want a flight delayed,

the freaking thing's on time.

- Try it again.
- Callen?

Sam? Does anybody copy?

Come on!

Really?

Oh, shoot, it worked.

You need to do it again.

Don't tell Hetty.

Mm-hmm.

Pilot says he's going
to shake the rivets loose

if he pushes any harder.

Well, that's why they
invented parachutes.

Uh, the civilians on board
prefer to land in one piece

if that's okay with you.

You've never jumped
out of a plane?

No, I've never jumped
out of a plane on purpose.

I've also never been involved
in a blood feud either, so...

Well...

unless you count
your mother-in-law.

How does that even
happen, anyway?

It's a Romani thing.

- You're a Gypsy?
- Callen.

Callen.

Uh, we're here, Nell,
can you hear us?

Yeah, copy that.

Okay, we've got audio
and video back up.

Sam and I are with Detective
Lieutenant Kelly

and Detective Sergeant Williams
from the Five-O Task Force.

We're heading back to
L.A. as fast as possible.

Did they secure the plane?

Uh, Kensi and Deeks are at the
airport with the authorities.

We tried to contact the pilot
before they landed but couldn't.

Is the plane secured, yes or no?

No.

Okay, okay.

You know, uh,
I've really been looking forward

to getting back to the mainland

but not under these
circumstances.

Move!

Get out of the way!

Watch it! Move! Move!

Is this Hanalei Flight 792?
Yes.

You have to keep the
passengers onboard.

But they've already deplaned.

Is this about the passenger
who died?

The passenger that--
wait, what happened?

Well, there was a death
on the flight.

Uh, they waited to
remove the body

until the rest of the
passengers were off.

We need to see that body
right now.

Okay.

NCIS.
Where's the body?

We're still waiting
for the coroner.

We have no idea
what happened to her.

That's not Prodeman.

Who is she?

Where are her
personal belongings?

We didn't find anything
left on the plane.

No, the seating chart has
her name as Sharon Walker,

and according to this, she was
traveling with a companion.

Guess who?

- Jarrod Prodeman?
- Bingo.

Hemorrhagic smallpox
could have caused her

to bleed out...
everywhere.

Are we gonna
get sick, too?

There were 230 people
on this plane.

Prolonged face-to-face
exposure

or direct contact with infected
bodily fluids

is required for transmission.

The Health Department's
gonna do a follow-up

with everybody on the plane.

Okay, Eric, I'm sending
you a photo.

Jarrod Prodeman was
traveling with someone.

Want to head him off
at baggage claim?

Do not let anybody else
come in contact with the body.

The dead woman's name
is Sharon Walker.

According to airline records,

she was traveling
with a man we think

is carrying the virus--
Jarrod Prodeman.

And so far, I haven't
spotted him in the airport.

And I find nothing that
links these two together,

aside from the fact
that they were staying

in the same hotel in Hawaii.

Maybe Virus Boy made
a love connection.

Or maybe he knew we'd be looking
for a Single White Male

and not a happy
vacationing couple.

I'll update Granger.

Guys, move out of the way!

Back up, back up, back up!

You guys! Back up!
Back up! Back up!

Back up.
Excuse me, excuse me.

Eric, we got
this place locked down.

Holler out if you've
got eyes on him.

Okay, Jarrod Prodeman,
five-nine,

about 180, brown hair,
brown eyes.

You guys have his photograph.

He may be in disguise.

He may be carrying two sets
of carry-ons,

including a purse.

Do you see him?
Maybe.

Baseball cap, denim jacket.

No, it's not him.
It's not him.

I'm getting a bad feeling
about this.

Eric, do you see him?

Got him.

Where is he?

Eric, where is he?

He left.

What do you mean, he left?

He never went to baggage claim.

He got in a cab and drove off
six minutes ago.

He's gone.

Eric and Nell are still
trying to track down the cab.

Do you know that we live
on the only planet

in the known universe
with life on it?

A planet with
a fragile ecosystem;

small, breathable
atmosphere,

all of which could be
wiped out in a second

by a meteorite or
a mega-quake or...

This isn't your B'ak'tun '12

end of the world
apocalypse theories again?

No, I'm just saying,
it's a shame, you know?

We're all alone on this rock,

and yet we're still finding
ways to kill each other.

Oh, don't get
philosophical on me.

It creeps me out.

What's the worst
that can happen, right?

Global pandemic,

wipes out half
the world's population.

Kind of puts things in
perspective, doesn't it?

How's that?

Well, sometimes you don't
know how lucky you are

to have something until you
realize you might lose it.

You guys might
want to see this.

This is a simulation

of the predicted spread
of a smallpox pandemic

beginning in Los Angeles.

Oh, my God.

It's a worst-case
scenario.

With containment,

isolation and inoculation,

we can, theoretically,
prevent this.

Did you find the cab yet?

Um, I lost him
in airport traffic,

but, uh, Nell's on the phone
with the cab company

trying to determine where
the driver dropped him off.

And Jarrod Prodeman?

Uh, Jarrod Prodeman.

Jarrod Prodeman was a respected
epidemiologist from Pittsburgh.

Divorced, no kids.

He was disgraced
back in 2007

when it was revealed
he cooked some data

to pump up his research.

Wh-what is this?
Is it revenge?

Maybe.

But who's paying for it?

Not Prodeman.

He's broke.

He's been living in Hawaii for
the last several months,

no apparent means of income.

Okay.

Follow the money trail,

it might lead us to Prodeman
and the virus.

Detective Sergeant
Danny Williams,

Detective Lieutenant
Chin Ho Kelly,

Five-O Task Force.

This is Special Agent
Kensi Blye

and our LAPD liaison,
Detective Marty Deeks.

Hey. How are you?

Hi.
Hey.

Nice to finally meet you.

Thank you. Wish it was under
different circumstances.

This place is great.

I feel like
we should be eating nachos

and ordering a pitcher
of margaritas.

Our building is
a fine example

of the Spanish Mission style
of California.

The least we could do is
to preserve its heritage.

After all, first impressions
are so important.

Operations Manager
Hetty Lange,

this is Detective Sergeant...

Oh... Detective
Daniel Williams,

and Detective Chin Ho Kelly.

I appreciate your being here
to help us out, gentlemen.

Well, there's too much at stake
for us not to see this through.

Agreed.

You're the first outsiders
to ever step foot

in this operations center.

It shows you the
severity of the situation.

Well, I appreciate you
not blindfolding us.

Right. The good news is
we were able to detain

most of the passengers
at baggage claim,

along with the flight crew.

The Health Department's
looking over them now.

Any leads on Prodeman?

Eric's still trying
to track him down.

Well, um...

perhaps you and Mr. Deeks could,
uh, brief our guests.

I need to speak
with the two of you.

Okay.

This way.

She, uh, come with the building?

Easy, tiger.
She's got ears like a bat.

Really? She sleep
upside-down, too?

Okay, I'll be over here.

Okay.

We are up to our asses
in alligators on this one,

gentlemen.
You know what

will happen when the media gets
ahold of this.

All hell's going to break loose.

It's gonna make hell
look organized.

Misinformation and confusion
will lead to panic.

Fear will lead to a mass exodus,
traffic jams, rioting, looting.

Market will drop,

America will become a pariah,
even to its allies.

Fundamentalists will think
it's an act of God.

It'll be a cluster...
Bomb.

At some point,
you're going to have

to alert the public
for their own safety.

Unfortunately, yes.

But until then, you've been
granted plenary power

to do whatever it takes
to stop this here and now.

Okay, thank you. Bye.

So, the taxi company told Nell

that a man matching
Preman's description

paid in cash and was dropped off
at the Seaward Hotel in Venice.

We also have an address
for Sharon Walker.

Excellent.
But Detectives Deeks,

Williams and Kelly need
a smallpox

inoculation before
we can go any further.

Wh-why...

why-why just us?

'Cause everybody else
already had the vaccine.

Isn't there some sort
of pill we can take?

How about a patch?

Maybe some nasal spray?

No.

I'm not a...

not a huge fan of needles.

Oh, well.

Guests, uh...

You should probably go
to the guests first.

You should go first.

No, uh, I, uh... You go ahead.

I got to work
on my... sleeve here.

Ten bucks says
one of 'em goes down.

Come on, boys.

Man up.

Come on, Deeks.

I'll buy you ice cream
if you don't cry.

I don't want any ice cream.

Hmm, hmm...

Really?

That's it.

So, you might feel a...

tiny little prick.

I'm sorry, wait,
I may feel a little what?

It's probably not
his first time.

Man down.

Would you stop
scratching it?

It burns.
Did you see her?

She stabbed me like she
was fending off a bear attack.

How's your head doing?

It's fine.

What?

I didn't pass out, I tripped.

You dropped like a rock.

Like I tripped
on a rock.pass out, I tripped.

Okay.

Well, don't fall out there,
Stumbles.

You know what?
I find it rather unbecoming

that you laughed at me
in front of the Five-O boys.

It was funny.

I'm glad
that you all bonded

over the hilarity
of my misfortune.

Oh, come on, don't be
such a drama queen.

What about your little
performance back there?

What are you
talking about?

What am I talking about?

The over-the-top laughing,

the hair flip,
the pelvic tilt.

You were throwing out
more flirtation signals

than a divorcée
on a singles' cruise.

Oh, my God, you
have a concussion.

No, what I have is
a partner who freaks out,

turns into a schoolgirl

every time there's cute
new boys hanging around.

Okay, you are a liar.

And, by the way, I find
it very interesting

that you thought that
they were cute.

Got a little island
fever going on? Huh?

You know what, tell me,
tell me that you didn't do this.

Danno.

Adjust my ponytail?
Uh-huh.

You adjusted your ponytail

so you could present
your armpits.

What?

The armpit is the center
of pheromone production.

You are certifiably insane.

I'm not the one presenting
my scent glands to everybody.

I'm glad you didn't because the
only thing that you give off

is repellent.

Oh, you know what?
You love my scent.

In fact you probably sleep
with one of my old T-shirts.

I am missing one,
actually.

That's because it crawled
out of your gym bag,

and I shot it to put
it out of its misery.

Oh, and, um, for the record...

...I don't sleep
with anything on.

Unless it's a costume.

That was uncalled for.

Can I help you?

Yeah. I'm Special
Agent Blye, NCIS.

This is Detective
Deeks, LAPD.

Is this the home
of Sharon Walker?

Yes. Why?

Is my sister okay?

You're Sharon Walker's sister?

Carol. Yes, she's my twin.

Perhaps it would be better
if we came inside to talk.

Perhaps it would be better
if you told me

what the hell's going on.

I'm afraid we have
some bad news.

What sort of bad news?

About your sister, Sharon.

Look, Sharon's
on her way

back from Hawaii-- she's going
to be here any minute.

I'm sorry, but your sister
passed away on the flight home.

Maybe you should slow down.

Maybe you should
remember our rule

about not criticizing
each other's driving.

I'm not criticizing.

I just don't want you to lose
the Five-O guys.

If they can tail a suspect,
I'm sure they can follow me.

They live on an island.

They're cops,

not the Skipper
and Gilligan.

Maybe you and I should retire
to a nice warm island.

What about my family?

Oh, you could bring them.

Gee, thanks.

No, I mean it.

After this is all over,

we ought to settle down
somewhere nice and quiet.

Do some fishing,
some golfing,

build things.

What kind of things?

I don't know.

Whatever guys build
when they retire.

You know, like hobby stuff.

Hobby stuff?

Yeah.

You don't fish,
and you don't golf.

I'm not retired.

You don't have
any hobbies.

The only way a guy like you
would retire is with a bullet.

Nice.
Wh...

Thanks.
What I meant to say...

What I meant to
say was that

I can't see you giving
this up. All right?

Then say that, okay?

Don't jinx me by saying
that I'm gonna to get...

you know what.

Okay.

I've been, "you know what"
several times.

I know.

I'm already pressing my luck.

You know what I'm doing
after we get this guy?

What's that?

I'm getting a hobby.

Maybe you should start
scrapbooking our cases.

- Eric.
- Yo.

Yeah, I need you to track
Prodeman's movements

after he arrived
at to the hotel.

I'm on it, but it's not going
to be easy, G.

I know, just do your best.

Will do.

Sharon Walker's carry-on and
purse were in the closet,

but Hazmat didn't find
any signs of the virus.

Room safe was empty, too.

You think he's in the wind?

I think Sharon Walker's death
wasn't part of the plan,

which means he may be
improvising.

Great, he's more likely
to make a mistake that way.

Makes him more dangerous, too.

If we don't find this guy fast,

we may want to head back
to Hawaii.

So, the manager says Prodeman
hasn't had any incoming

or outgoing phone calls
or any visitors.

The room's only rented
for a night.

He hasn't been here long enough
for any of the guests or staff

to have really gotten
a good look at him.

Did you try the locals?

Yeah, not so helpful, although
I did speak to a woman

who said she saw Jesus fishing
off the pier yesterday.

She say what he was using
for bait?

No. Los Angeles-- where
the crazy come to vacation.

I kind of like it.

It's like being at the circus.

You may not want
to be down here

during the full moon though.

You know, maybe we missed him.

Maybe not.

Is that him?

I'd call that a yes.
Federal agents!

Think that hurt
as bad as it looked?

Yeah, that's going
to leave a mark.

I want a lawyer.

What do you think, Sam?

I think... if I was him...

I'd want to be the one
in the courtroom

who tried to stop
a deadly pandemic,

not the one who helped kill
millions of people.

I didn't know
that it was smallpox.

Okay? I thought we were pirating
someone's drug research.

So how do you explain the death
of Sharon Walker?

Sharon had cancer.

Okay? She was in Hawaii
celebrating a remission.

She must have relapsed
or something.

Why'd you steal
her personal belongings?

I panicked.

Okay? I panicked.

I didn't want to stick around
and answer questions.

I was going to give them to her
family first chance I got.

Nice try.

Patient beta developed

flu-like symptoms
20 hours ago.

Temperature of 38.5 degrees
Celsius.

Eight hours later,
a rash emerged on the tongue

and in the mouth.

I expect a pustular
rash period

to begin within the next ten
or 12 hours.

Your voice was matched
to those experiments

you performed on the
people in Hawaii.

Combine those
with Sharon Walker...

that's five murders
with a class "A" select agent.

That's a Title 18,
Section 2332--

bioterrorist attack
on American citizens.

That's the death penalty.

Times five.

Last chance.

Who was paying you off?

Her name is...

Dr. Rachel Holden.

I hope it was
worth it.

No, monkey, everything is fine.

Okay? I just needed to come here
for a couple days for work.

Look, I gotta go.

Um, I'll call you both
in a little bit.

I just thought that I should
call my daughter.

How's this going?

We just got a name.
Dr. Rachel Holden.

Your guys are already
running it down.

I just hope they're
quick about it.

What about
an abandoned missile silo?

Underground?

Uh, thanks,
but no, thanks.

If I'm going
to be bugging out,

I'm want to be on
a deserted tropical island.

Just me, couple hundred
of my favorite books.

I have excellent
tropical survival skills.

Just putting it out there,
for the record.

Okay, there are tons of Dr.
Rachel Holdens in this country--

doctors, dentists,
veterinarians,

not to mention
those with PhDs.

Uhp, I think
I may have found her.

I have a Dr.
Rachel Holden,

she's an epidemiologist
at the Malibu Cancer Institute.

Yeah, just knock my stuff
out of the way.

She doesn't look like
a mad scientist.

You know what they say
about crazy women.

No, I don't.

What do they say?

I don't know.

Uh, but they probably
say something.

I'll alert the others.

Why was she making it?

I don't know.

Who was paying her?

I don't know.

Okay, I brought it here.

She met me at the hotel
and paid me.

That was the end of it for me.

She had to have a buyer.

She never told me who.

Smallpox is a weapon
of mass destruction...

I know, Monkey,
I miss you, too.

But I'll see you
in a couple days, okay?

All right, I
love you too.

Bye, Monkey.

None of
the victims in Hawaii

have any connections to L.A.
or to Jarrod Prodeman.

This doesn't make any sense.
We must be missing something.

Yeah. Besides a couple nights
of sleep?

- Right.
- I'm really hungry.

Is there anything to eat in
this secret hideout of yours?

There's a taco truck
around the corner,

if you want to grab a pencil,
start taking orders.

Wow.

I was under the impression

that Hetty packed your lunch.

Oh, Hetty packs my--
That's funny.

This guy, he's funny.

I hope that my witty banter
isn't this annoying.

Whoever said you were witty?

Oh, touché.

That's it?
You're out?

- I'm out.
- Wow.

So did McGarrett ever find out
what Shelburne meant?

Yeah, he thought he did,
but, uh...

But?

But he's still
looking for answers.

Can I help you with something?

Just thinking about your hair.

Is it bulletproof?

That's good.

I mean, you got,
you got a haircut

like my neighbor's
Schnauzer,

and you're talking
to me about grooming.

- This-- style by pillow.
- Yeah.

I don't know what that means.

It's a lot less hair spray.

Ah.

That's good.

Just warming you up
for the A game.

The A game? All right.
Yeah.

Well, I'll be careful; I don't
want you to hurt yourself.

- Please get that.
- Yeah.

Sorry to interrupt you,

but we have an address
for Dr. Rachel Holden.

Thank God.

Uh... don't, uh...

don't break anything, yeah?

All right.

Okay, thanks, guys.

So, Dr. Rachel Holden is
supposedly on sabbatical,

except for the fact her house
has been foreclosed on

and her car was repossessed.

Sounds like someone
going into hiding.

Or someone fleeing the country.

So Eric and Nell
requested access

to her files and to her office,

but the hospital is
refusing further cooperation

until they talk to
their legal council.

Are you kidding me? We
don't have time for this.

Which is why you and I
will be playing doctor.

Well, actually,
that's not true.

I'll be playing doctor,
and you'll be playing my nurse.

Why? Because you look more like
a doctor than I do?

No, because you look
more like a nurse than I do.

That is really sexist.

You say sexist, I say sexy.

Okay, I am playing the doctor,
you are playing the nurse.

Too late. I
already called it.

Doctor.

Who is this?

This is Murray.

They took out my spleen.

And he was only here
visiting someone.

And what are we gonna do
with Murray?

Murray is our cover.

Are you gonna check me?

Yes, Murray,
she's gonna check you.

No, no.

I'm not.

What is Dr. Holden's
office number?

150-- right up here.

Cover me.

Now I'm gonna
check you.

Take what's yours, Murray.

Take a deep
breath for me.

One more time.

Excuse me.
Who are you?

What? Who? Who, me?

You don't work here.

Oh, I'm actually, uh...

I'm a private nurse.

I'm Mr. Edelstein's
home health care provider.

My patient pulled
his catheter out again.

I need somebody to hold him down
while I put it back in.

Wow, you're in luck, because

that's actually
Dr. Blye's specialty.

She's a urologist.

Why don't you go help her
with that; I can handle this.

Great, thanks.

Oh.

You are so going to
pay for this.

You're the one that wanted
to be the doctor.

I even called it.

See you later. Hey, Murray?

Keep an eye out, yeah?

High-five.

You're awesome.

"And the four angels, who had
been prepared for this very hour

"and day and month and year,
were released to kill a third

of mankind..."

Oh, my God.

Why do you keep
running this?

When I get
tired or frustrated,

it helps me to
remember the victims.

Their loss pushes
me to keep going.

Try a little harder.

It's so disturbing.

That's why I'm running it down
here instead of up in OPS.

So, uh, did you find anything
else about Dr. Rachel Holden?

Uh, yeah. She hasn't used her
credit card for several weeks,

but two of the last things she
purchased were plane tickets.

One for Jarrod Prodeman
to Amsterdam,

the other for herself, uh--
Taca International Flight 529.

It leaves LAX tomorrow
at 7:42 a.m.

for San Jose, Costa Rica.

Whoa, she's fleeing the
country in less than 24 hours.

Which means, whatever
she's doing with the virus,

it's going down today.

We just don't know
what, when or with whom.

Well, Kensi and Deeks are
bringing me her hard drive.

Hopefully there's
something on it.

I just don't understand why
somebody would want to do this.

Money? Revenge?

Religious
fanaticism, maybe?

Yeah, but it's just so stupid,
for lack of a better word.

I mean, if you're smart enough
to regenerate this virus,

then you're smart enough
to understand

the dangers that surround it.

No kidding. It's hard enough to
get your hands on the vaccine.

Hold up.

You're a genius.

Well, yeah.

Wait, what
do you mean?

The vaccine.

Whoever is
handling this stuff

understands how
dangerous it is, right?

So they're going to want to be
vaccinated before they touch it.

Yeah, but you can only
get the vaccine if you're

in the military or a
specialized health care worker.

Exactly.
And if you're not...

Well, you'd have
to... steal it.

From either a military base

or a State Health Department
facility.

Worth a shot.

Here we go.

Two weeks ago, break-in at

the State Health Department
facility in Torrance.

So, like you were
saying, I am a genius.

Right. I'll tell Hetty.

Hope that high-five
means good news.

We'll find out soon enough.
How'd you guys make out?

Well, we learned that
Kensi missed her calling.

She should have been a doctor.

It was disgusting.

Have you ever put in a catheter?

Not professionally.

Is that Rachel
Holden's hard drive?

Yeah, but I think
it's been wiped clean.

There's nothing on it.

For you maybe.

Ah, I bet this
baby's got

plenty of secrets to tell
me, don't you, honey?

You're a good little
girl, aren't you?

You know it.

I...

I'll let you know
what I find.

You do that.

What do you think
the chances are

that he has
a homemade sex robot?

Why, did you break
yours again?

No, Robo-Kensi's
still going strong.

Oh, you disgust me.

Robo-Kensi never
talks to me like that.

This is the man the LAPD
suspects in the break-in

at the State Health
Department facility.

His name is Gabriel Marchal.

Pretty name

for an ugly man.

Robbery has passed the case
over to Narcotics.

Narcotics doesn't want to move
on the case because they feel

nothing of significant
street value was stolen;

they want to build their case.

None of which helps us.

No, but Marchal is linked
to several unsavory groups.

Remember the ELE?

Enhanced Law Enforcement.

They're a homegrown
militia group.

The ELE took it upon themselves
to secure the border

by killing innocent people.

But we took those guys
down two years ago.

Apparently not all of them.

Well, it makes sense,
in a sick way.

You want to stop
immigration forever,

release an epidemic
of smallpox in Mexico.

Our government
would have no choice

but to lock down the border.

So where do we find these guys?

Have backup ready to roll in
and lock this place down

the minute you hear from me.

Hey, so I got three out front,
two on the inside,

that I can see, anyway.

And every one of them
is packing.

This place will clear out
once the sun goes down,

but we don't have time for that.

SOP would be
to evacuate the area

and send in
a tactical hazmat team.

I like that.

Send in the professional
bug hunters.

Unfortunately, these people
are paranoid by nature.

They see us clearing area,
they're going to go ballistic.

Same thing if they see
someone in a hazmat suit.

Yeah, Callen's right.

We can try and take
these guys quietly,

but if they decide to open up
with all these tourists around,

there's going to
be a blood bath.

Maybe we don't
take them quietly.

Why are you smiling?

Chin, why are
you smiling?

Why are you smiling now, too?
Everybody's smiling.

Everybody's smiling except me.

You can smile.

No, no, I only smile
when I'm happy.

And this does not make me happy,
it makes me very nervous.

So give me your nervous smile.

Like that?

Yeah, something
like that.

Earthquake!

Federal agents!

Out of there!

Move!
Go on.

Hands where I can see
them. Hold them up.

It's not here.

What does that mean?

I think that means
they didn't find it.

It means we're screwed.

Callen.

Gabrielle Marchal denies getting
anything from Dr. Rachel Holden.

Well, I've got proof
he wired over $100,000

to a bank account in Honolulu
six weeks ago.

So he and his group bankrolled
her in exchange for the virus,

but she ripped them off instead?

The good doctor
has a death wish.

Yeah, she does.

For all of us.

Did Eric get anything
off her computer?

Dr. Rachel Holden did
a fairly decent job

of erasing her
hard drive.

Looks like she
never used it

for anything
other than work.

She left it behind

because there was
nothing for us to find.

I did, however, find

some of her published
research articles,

several of which
deal with pandemics.

She's an immunologist--
that's what she does.

Yeah, but it's the nature
of her later articles

that's a little disturbing.

How so?

In her most
recent article,

Holden posits that pandemics
are a natural part

of the ebb and flow of
life on this planet,

and that by
interfering with it,

we are meddling
with nature

in a way that could lead
to our undoing.

Mm.

The Gaia theory.

The idea that the Earth
is a complex interactive system

that keeps life
in balance.

Essentially, the planet
is a self-cleaning oven.

Exactly.

She also posits that
by wiping smallpox

off the face
of the Earth,

we've eliminated one of
the planet's regulating systems.

She believes
she's doing God's work

by releasing a plague
of biblical proportions.

In her mind, the only way
to save the planet

is by allowing it to naturally
thin out the human herd--

in this case, through smallpox.

She's intending
on leaving in the morning,

which means whatever
she's planning

is going to go down
in the next few hours.

Okay.

Maybe Dr. Holden is planning

on taking the
virus with her.

Costa Rica looks like
a place more to hide out

than to launch
a pandemic.

You'd want to spread it
as quickly as possible.

Like at an
international airport.

Maybe she left it
at the airport.

International passengers
come in contact with it,

take them with them
wherever they go.

But she's got to know
we'll be looking for her.

I mean, all the airports
are on high alert.

Okay, so I think
I got something.

Two months ago, she ordered
enough office supplies

to stock a small business.

Didn't think anything of it
until I found this.

An order for 300 custom T-shirts
from a local clothing company.

And when I called
the office supply store,

they confirmed
that most

of the purchases
were school supplies.

Wait a minute.

She's targeting kids?

That's her dispersal mechanism.

Like the British giving blankets

infected with smallpox
to Native Americans.

You give a kid a T-shirt,

he takes it home,
he infects his family.

She could be donating it
to schools.

Do you remember
when we were at the airport?

There was that group
of teenagers at baggage claim?

It was a class trip of sorts.

It's too late
for spring break, right?

I don't know, but there was

a group of Japanese students,
and I'm pretty sure

I heard other kids
speaking German.

Damn it.

International Leaders
of Tomorrow.

"High School seniors

"representing 36
different countries

"are gathering for a series
of lectures and exercises

"designed to encourage
dialogue, understanding,

tolerance and friendship."

That's definitely not
as fun as spring break.

We need to shut it down.

It's too late.

It started
an hour ago.

Hey, hey.
You... you got to put

that bag down.

Drop the bags!
Okay.

Whoa, what's
your damage, dude?

My damage, genius,
is that I'm a cop

and I just saved
your life.

- Where'd you get this?
- Get your own, man.

They're giving them away
for free.

We got a location.

Southeast corner.

I see her.

Blue awning.

Federal agents!

Callen, she's running!

We got her, Kensi.

Lock it down
and scramble hazmat.

We got the vials.

Get out of the car.

Out of the car now.

Rachel Holden,
you're under arrest.

The Earth is dying,
and we are the disease.

I was just trying to give
the planet a fighting chance.

By killing millions of people?

It took tens
of thousands of years

for the planet's population
to reach a billion.

But we've gone from six
to seven billion in 12.

You do the math.

No, I hate math.

What happened if your pandemic
killed the people

who could one day solve
our problems?

You didn't think
about that one, did you?

It's all right.

You'll have
plenty of time

to think about
it in prison.

Get her out of here.

The Health Department
and the CDC

have secured the gift bags
and are vaccinating

anyone who may
have been exposed.

And Assistant
Director Granger

called to thank the Five-O
Task Force for their assistance.

What, that's it?

I think that's
pretty much everything.

Did we miss something?

Yeah, you missed the fact

that we basically
saved the world.

Oh, that's a tad
dramatic, my friend,

but accurate nonetheless.

He's right--
it's a big deal.

I mean, we should get
some sort of medals

or at least some sort
of presidential commendation.

We don't need medals.

I'd like it if Air Force One
picked us up and flew us

over to Vegas and gave us
a complimentary suite

in one of the
high roller rooms.

Nice. That's what I'm talking
about. This man has vision.

You know what? I'll settle for
a hot shower and a cold beer.

Well, the shower's on you guys,
beer's on us.

It's the least we could do.

Uh, we appreciate it,
but we really should go.

What, you're not
going to stay for a drink?

You got a hot
date, Danny?

No. Uh, we left
the kids in charge

of the island, so we got to go.
Ah.

Well, there's that,
and he's scared of Hetty.

I'm not scared of Hetty.

Okay, I think she's
a delightful lady,

but have you
ever seen

Trilogy of Terror?

You know the little, uh,
voodoo doll,

comes to life?
Shh.

Starring Karen Black.

I worked with her and Nicholson
on Five Easy Pieces.

Or, as I like to call it,
Six Hellish Weeks.

That's, uh... that's very cool.

Hmm.

Fortunately,

your talent for police work

far exceeds your gift
for discourse, Detective.

Well, on behalf
of myself

and NCIS, I'd like to thank

Detective Williams
and Detective Kelly

for their assistance.

You are most welcome.

I don't bite,
Detective.

Unless provoked.

Okay. I will never
provoke you.

I promise.

Uh, we really do
have a plane to catch.

But next time,
we will take you up

on your offer for drinks.

And maybe we can take a
little side trip to Disneyland.

Disney...? What are you, 12?

I will have you know

that it is
the happiest place on Earth.

See, that's not cool.

Uh, good luck
with your Gypsy blood feud.

Yeah, let's do it again
sometime.

Just not any time soon.

Aloha.

Aloha.

Well, I think they would make
good NCIS agents.

Yeah, now we know where to go
if we need a Deeks replacement.

Can't we just get one
from the pound, like last time?

Detective
Williams is just

a tad cheeky for my liking.

No kidding.

Reminds me of another
detective I know.

What? Me?

No, no. No, no.

I'm not cheeky; I'm charming.

And I'm so much funnier
than him, am I not?

Guys?

Can you back me up on this?
I'm actually much funnier?

I just want you to stop
and think for a second

what this place
would be like without me.

Let me see.

Peaceful, professional,
sanitary.

Feel free to stop me
any time, Mr. Deeks.

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