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Dr. Laura.

Hmm?

Tahir!

Caught the bad guy hours ago.

Hi.

Usually, we go home after that.

Well, my office has
a nicer couch, so...

I thought I'd have
a post-bad guy drink.

Would you care to join me?

I'll take that as a yes.

GIBBS:
Costa Rica.

Again.

I wasn't kidding the other day.

Mm-hmm.

I'm serious.

I need a change.

I'm ready for sun and sand

and not facing a new murder
every single day.

I actually found a place
near the beach.

Putting in an offer.

Hello. Is anyone home?

VANCE: Good.
You're still here.

Jack, the Bahrain office
needs you in MTAC.

Gibbs, you might as well
come along.

A school bus carrying

four ten-year-old girls
and their chaperone

was hijacked
in Helmand Province yesterday.

VANCE:
Bus driver was shot to death.

The rest presumed kidnapped.

-Taliban.
-FREEMAN: Most likely.

They're not big fans
of girls going to school.

Which is why the bus routes
are usually kept secret.

Somehow, the Taliban found out
about this one.

They staged an ambush.

So, what does this
have to do with me?

We believe this was written

by the girls' chaperone
before they were all taken.

Who's the chaperone?

It's Darya, Jack.

Somebody want to fill me in
on this?

When I was a hostage, uh,
in Afghanistan,

Darya was another captive.

A local who they used
as a servant.

She brought me
food, water.

I wouldn't have made it
without her.

-VANCE:
-When we pulled Jack out,

Darya stayed behind
to fight the fight.

FREEMAN: All right,
we've been told that she began

working with a local
nongovernmental organization,

an aid group helping villages
threatened by the Taliban.

Is the NGO looking for her?

For what it's worth,
I'm not sure

there's much anyone can do,
but...

we just thought
you should at least know.

Thank you.

And there sure as hell is
plenty we can do.

Leon, I know it's not
our jurisdiction...

Jack, slow down.

No, I'm not going to slow down.

When Masahun tortured me,
it was Darya

who nursed me back to health.

I'm not just gonna stand by...

Jack, I already arranged
for transport.

Oh, okay.

You're damn right
we're not gonna stand by.

I was there, too.

You got us jurisdiction.

SECNAV just approved it.

Plane leaves in two hours.

You two got
your second COVID shots?

Got it.
Yes.

All right.
Stay safe.

So, Gibbs didn't
say anything else?

No, all he texted me was:
"You got point."

That's better than
what I got from Sloane:

"Make sure Torres
feeds Carl."

Who is Carl?

Carl is a fish.

Sloane dropped him off
at my place last night.

What's going on?

Gibbs called about midnight.

He said he didn't want
to wake you.

So... of course, I thought
he was having a stroke.

Or he was being thoughtful.

McGee does have two kids.

You hear yourself?

"Thoughtful."

Skip to the end.
Why do I have point?

Because Gibbs and Sloane
are heading to Afghanistan.

They're tracking down a
school bus of missing girls.

We believe it
was the Taliban.

-Oh, that's rough.
-Anything we can do to help?

Yes. The NSA picked up
an e-mail containing

the exact coordinates
of where this bus was ambushed.

Taliban was tipped off.

NSA able to track the recipient?

No, but we got
the sender.

And I'm sure he knows where
he sent his e-mail to.

Name's Albert Gorsch-- lives
about an hour outside of D.C.

BISHOP:
So, an American sent
the girls' location

to the Taliban?
Why?

Pick him up and find out?

Be our pleasure.

What's on your mind?

Sloane gave Carl to Torres?

She could be gone for a while.
Someone's got to feed him.

Except she's got
an automatic fish feeder.

I helped her put it in.

Exactly how dangerous
is this situation?

We will be at the
village in two hours.

Oh, no, take us
to the bus first, please.

No, no, no. Bad idea.

We do not want to be
on the road at night.

Taliban.

The bus-- first.

The longer we wait,
the harder it'll be

to find those missing girls.

Don't look at me.

Wow. That's the most you've said
in the last 12 hours.

Don't worry.
I know what you're doing.

What am I doing?

You think that
if you don't push me

I'll realize on my own
that Costa Rica's a mistake

and I'll change my mind.

That what I think?

Yep.

I wasn't the only one
not saying much on that plane.

What were you thinking?

I was thinking about Darya.

You know, she was a teacher

before the Taliban
kidnapped her.

What'd she do after?

Uh, I don't know anything

except for what
that agent told us.

I mean, she used to patch me up

after Masahun would torture me.

I'm sure she meant well,

but they'd torture me
all over again, so...

We tried to
keep in touch.

E-mail and such,
but it got too hard.

You okay being back here again?

Thanks. I'm okay.

I made peace with this place.

That being said, I wouldn't mind

getting the hell out of here
as fast as possible.

What does a fish
actually do?

You can't pet it, right?
You can't play fetch.

Okay, can we stop
talking about the fish?

Oh, not a fan?

Not since my mom
flushed my goldfish

down the toilet
when I was six.

Oh, so Goldie was
your first dead body.

No. Wait, how did
you know her name?

Because all six-year-olds name
their first goldfish Goldie.

Wait, you smell that?

BISHOP:
Uh, speaking of dead bodies...

Well, somebody
beat us here.

Are we sure this is
the right guy?

I mean, look at
these posters.

"Save the Amazon."
"The ocean."

Doesn't exactly strike me
as someone who'd be

working with the Taliban.

I don't know. You tell me.

Does this look familiar?

Yeah. I think those are

the GPS coordinates
of the bus route.

Then we got the right guy.

Agents Gibbs, Sloane.

Yes.

I'm Nabi.

-You with the NGO?
-Moroor Amen. Yes.

Uh, I helped run the local camp
with your friend Darya.

As you can see,
all that's left behind is

the children's shoes
and, uh, backpacks.

And, of course...

Darya knew that
the government

would not have
the resources to help.

The, uh, the NGO, Moroor Amen?

That's Arabic for
"safe passage."

Is that what you do?

Arrange safe passage for girls
who want to go to school?

As well as food, clothing,
COVID vaccinations.

But it is difficult.

The villages are under
constant threat by the Taliban.

Yeah, got that.

Our bus routes are kept secret.

I cannot imagine
who leaked this one.

We might have an idea.
Our team

in D.C. sent us
this photo an hour ago.

You know him?

Yes. Albert. Um...

he helped design Moroor
Amen's internal network.

Are you saying that Albert
hacked into our system

and leaked this
bus's route?

Why?

Can't ask him. He's dead.

Then we shall never know
who has taken the girls.

GIBBS:
Well, maybe not,

but we know which way they went.

How?

-Seen this before.
-The Taliban

had them take off
their shoes for a reason.

Makes it harder for them
to get away.

But only if they were headed...

into rough terrain.

Mountains are this way.
That's where we'll start.

Not tonight.

The Taliban soldiers
like to shoot

at passing vehicles at night
for sport.

We should go
to the village.

No, with all due respect,
we should stop wasting time.

GIBBS:
Listen to him, Jack.

He's right.

Gibbs, you know every second
those girls are missing...

We can't help them if we're
dead on the side of the road.

We go to the village.
We call Vance.

We get backup.

Take it from there, right?

Jimmy, what do you got?

Kidney failure.
I mean, we-we don't

have kidney failure.

This guy's kidneys,
though, are...

Well, kidney failure
didn't bash in this guy's door.

That would be impressive.

So, was this a murder or...?

He appears to have died
from prerenal kidney failure.

His medical records
show no history

of any kidney
problems, so...

Which means?

It's weird.

That's your official report?

That is all I have until Kasie
gets back with blood results.

I mean, if this was a murder,

we don't even know
what the motive was.

It's got to be one of
the four Ls, right?

Like lust, love, loathing, loot.

And still no clue
who he e-mailed

the kidnapped girls'
bus route to.

Didn't you get, like,
a mountain of his computers?

Can't you just trace his e-mail?

We would, if I could get
into the computers.

I've never seen this kind
of encryption before.

Which means?

It's weird.

These people have nothing.

And to lose their kids, too...

Moroor Amen
operates out of here.

You can contact
your director inside.

What's the perimeter?

Uh, what?

Security. What do you got?

A few men patrol
with rifles.

We have some old land mines
from an abandoned military post.

We keep it in a shed.

Well, I guess the shed's safe.

-Sitrep.
-GIBBS:
We got a lead on the girls.

Need satellite access
for recon later.

And troops to back us up
if we find something.

I'll do what I can.

But with reduced U.S. presence
in-country,

I'll need to call in
a few favors.

-Well, start calling, please.
-VANCE:
In the meantime,

you might want to consider ...
BBS: Trip wire perimeter

on the road
leading into town.

Used some old blasting caps.

I voted for the entire
land mine, but whatever.

Jack, you sure you're okay?

I'm fine, Leon.
I just wish everyone would stop

expecting me to fall apart

and let me do my...

Lights! I got the door.

Window.

I got something.

It's Tahir! Tahir!

Stand down, Jack.

Come on.

This is Yazmin,

one of the missing girls.

Hey, Yazmin.

It's okay, angel.
It's okay.

Drink, angel.

You're safe now.

And you're a very brave girl

-for getting away from those men.
-No.

:
I-I not get away.

They let me go.

They let you go?

WOMAN:
Yazmin!

YAZMIN:
Mama!

I don't get it.
Why'd they let her go?

They could be testing
the perimeter.

Or using her as
a distraction.

She found her way here.

Which means she might know
where the other girls are.

You have a map? Thanks.

Translate for me, please?

-Yes.
-Thank you.

Hey, Yazmin.

-I'm Jack. I'm a friend.
-NABI:
Yazmin.

SLOANE:
This is a map.

This is where we are.

Do you know where
those men took you?

It's okay. It's okay.

Acute stress disorder,

possible dissociative amnesia,
would be my guess.

Needs rest.

I can't imagine
what they might've done to her.

Actually, I-I can.

Listen, I can't wait until dawn
to get back out there, Gibbs.

We got to be smart.

Agent Gibbs, Agent Sloane.

-Quickly.
-What is it?

This just appeared online.

They wear those dresses
to school?

No.

Gibbs, that's Darya.
She's alive.

GIBBS: Wait,
what's she reading?

NABI:
A bank account number.

It's an auction.

The girls are for sale?

Now I know why
they let Yazmin go.

Why?

She has epilepsy.

Many hold outdated superstitions
about it.

Some even consider it
a curse.

They did not think
she was even worth selling.

BISHOP:
Those aren't traditional
bank account numbers.

They're for
a cryptocurrency wallet.

That means
we can't trace the owner.

Can we block the bank account?

Buy Vance some time

to get Gibbs that backup.

Backup for what?
I mean, we still don't know

where the girls are being held.

I'm working on it.

Come on, McGee.
Even my grandma

would've figured
it out by now.

Who did Albert send
that e-mail to?

Yeah? Your grandmother can crack
512-bit custom-built encryption?

If she can't, I know who might.

Turns out Albo had a
business partner, a guy named

Ben Mitchell. They ran some
animal nonprofit together.

Ben was the IT guy?

Until he ended up in jail
for hacking.

We should talk to this guy.

-Which jail?
-He's out now.

Runs a pet store.
I'll send you the address.

Oh, maybe he can help us
with Carl.

You know, he-he's barely moving
inside his little bowl.

I think he's depressed.

Eh, he looks fine.

Oh, easy for you to say.

If Sloane comes back
to a dead Carl,

I'm next.

Look, the nonprofit
was just a cover.

Officially, if you saw
an animal being abused,

you could use our
app to report them.

Unofficially, we'd
hack the living crap

out of whoever was
doing the abuse.

Felt nice, but...

I ended up
doing some time.

Turns out I am not a fan.

And when I got out,
I went legit.

What about Albert?

Look, you're not gonna
get the guy in trouble.

He's dead.

You want to help us
figure out why?

And help us
find some missing girls?

While I was locked up,

Albie jumped from animals
to fighting corruption.

Started going by the name
Albatross. At least,

that's what his
-groupies called him.
-Wait, wait.

You-You're saying that
Albert Gorsch was the Albatross?

-Who's that?
-He's, like, the most famous
hacktivist of all time.

No wonder I can't get
into this guy's system.

Oh, and you're excited
because that explains

-why you're failing?
-Hey.

The NSA's been after this guy
for years, okay?

For hacki, uh... visiting?

Look, a hacktivist is a hacker

who uses his skills
for the purposes of good.

Yeah. In Albie's case,

he started helping
government whistleblowers.

And pissed off a lot of people.

Yeah. Thing I don't get,
though, is

hacktivists live by a code,

and that definitely doesn't
include child abduction.

He'd been getting
more and more extreme lately.

9/11 truther,

COVID truther.

I'm kind of not shocked to hear

he hooked up
with some really bad apples.

So, you're gonna help us
get into his system?

Find those girls?

Yeah. Of course I'll help.

You're not gonna believe
who our dead guy is.

Didn't we ID
this guy already?

He's the Albatross.

-No!
-Yeah.

I'm just kidding.
I don't know who that is.

He's the most famous hacktivist
of all time.

Oh! Yeah, sorry.
No, I still don't know.

But don't hacktivists,
like, live by a code

that does not involve
child abduction?

Yeah, well,
Albatross's ex-partner

says that he changed his tune.

Does this ex-partner happen
to have the encryption keys

-to Albatross's server, by any chance?
-He did.

: Oh! Well, that makes
my news super anticlimactic.

All I did was ID
the cause of death

for our newly turned evil
hacktivist, and it's not pretty.

-He was killed by ketchup?
-What was in the ketchup.

-Someone spiked it with acetic acid.
-Hmm.

That's what caused
the kidney failure.

Nice work. Did you, uh...

Check for prints,
already find two sets,

and have already ID'd one
as belonging to our victim?

-Mm-hmm.
-How about the other set?

Ooh, I was just about
to run them

and catch a murderer, but...

I bet I can ID
this second set of prints

before you can hack

-into that server.
-You're on.

:
Okay.

-Ready?
-Mm-hmm.

On "three."
Uh-huh.

-Three.
-What?

In.

Already?

Yeah. Just need to execute

the encryption override.

DISTORTED VOICE:
You've been a bad, bad boy.

Uh-oh.

You've been a bad, bad boy.

Uh-oh.

You've been a bad, bad boy.

I think I might have triggered

some kind of
security protocol here.

Special Agent McGee.

Really? Uh, all over? Okay.

Yeah, I'll, uh,
I'll be right up.

Um, the whole network is down.

"Whole" as in ...e entire building.

Yeah, so I'm gonna go fix that,
um, before Gibbs flies back

from Afghanistan
and kills me himself.

Oh, he dead.

SLOANE:
You're doing great.

So, the girls were walked
for a half hour.

Then they were put
on a truck and, uh,

driven another
hour to a house.

That's a pretty wide radius.

She doesn't remember
how she got home.

-I'm still working on it.
-Yeah.

Hey, Leon,

where's that satellite recon?

Waiting on an answer, Gibbs,

but I got a hard no
on any troop support.

We still got three girls
out there.

I know. But the rules
of engagement

the Pentagon agreed to forbid...

Rules?
This is the Taliban, Leon.

They don't have rules.

If you and Sloane
try to mount a rescue,

you will be on your own, which
is I why I expressly forbid...

Expressly what?

You're breaking up, Leon.

No, Gibbs,
I most certainly am not.

Can't hear you.

I want you and Sloane...

You got a location?

Yazmin just told us something.

Well, what'd she say?

That halfway to school,
Darya told the bus driver

to take a new route.

Well, they change routes
all the time.

-You read the NGO report.
-Yes.

But look at it again.

The route Darya had
the driver take

was never on the network.

So how did
Albatross get it?

Can't hack something
that's not there.

Darya was
the only person who knew

where that school bus would be.

Which means the only way
the hacker knew it as well...

Is if she told him.

Tracks end here.

Yeah.

Truck must have picked them up.

So which way
did they go?

I can't tell
if that fork

is a dead end or
crosses a river.

She didn't do it, Gibbs.

Darya.

She would never have
leaked that bus route.

She risked everything
to help me.

She would never sell out
her own people.

I know her.

I got something, Jack.

Wait...

That's Darya's.

She-she had it when
we were held-held captive.

She must have left it for me,
s-- to-to show me the way.

Maybe.

Maybe what?

Just wondering
what kind of prisoner

gets to keep their jewelry.

So, w-what? You think it's a...

i-it's a trick
to send us the wrong way?

It's the oldest
play in the book.

Got a captive that doesn't talk,

stick in a buddy in there,
soften them up.

Masahun did it to Vance
with that fake CIA agent.

Jack, this whole thing
may be one big trap.

Your name on the bus.

Masahun...

still got family in the area.

I-I got to tell you,

Costa Rica's looking better
by the second.

Your friend dropped the necklace
going that way, Jack.

Which way are we going?

TORRES:
Damn, Tim, I don't get it.

You're supposed to be
the computer guy.

How did this guy out-hack you?

You know what? This guy
was, like, one of the best

ten hackers in the world, okay?

KASIE:
You think you got problems?

Try checking murder ketchup
fingerprints by hand.

I'm like Amish Columbo
down there.

McGEE:
All right, that should
isolate every computer

that came in contact
with Albatross's virus.

Oh...
Ah.

-McGee in the building.
-Nice.

What's going on?

Those are not
flattering pictures.

Why is this happening? Wh...

I isolated
Albatross's server.

Seriously, why is this
still happening?

Because the attack isn't coming
from Albatross's server.

It's coming from outside
the building. Here, take a look.

When McGee broke into
Albatross's system,

he didn't just trigger a virus.

I triggered a warning beacon.

-To who?
-All of Albatross's
hacker groupies.

Mm-hmm. It was letting them
know his system was compromised.

Looks like one of them
went on the offensive.

And see?

Y'all made fun of me
for keeping my webcam unplugged.

We got to find them
and stop them.

That is not gonna be easy.

These people are pros
at staying hidden.

Then we make them come to us.

How? Stand outside
with a hard drive

going, "Here, hacker, hacker?"

TORRES:
No, but Albatross
and his buddies

are into helping, uh,
whistleblowers, right?

Well, we dangle one
in front of them as bait.

Yeah, but who? I mean, all
of our pictures are plastered

on the Internet with a "do not
trust" sign stamped across them.

You guys, you guys, I don't want
to be alarmist here,

but my coolers
just went out,

and we are gonna be
in a world of hurt if y-you...

What?

TORRES:
Jimmy, my man,

you got to calm down.

Literally the least
calming thing

you could say
to a person.

BISHOP:
Okay, maybe we should
go over this again.

You're a janitor who wants
to expose an NCIS cover-up.

Right. And I piggybacked

onto Albatross's
beacon to make contact.

Now I have a USB drive
with the dirt.

Put the USB drive down.

Yeah-- Sorry.
I'm really nervous, okay?

And somehow simultaneously
extremely bored.

This is really what you guys do
on stakeouts?

Terrible for circulation.

Not to mention
I'm really hungry.

McGEE:
You know, maybe
this was a bad idea.

If our guy makes Jimmy,

we're not gonna get
a second chance here.

And not for nothing, but I think

I have eyes on our hacktivist.

Check out the mom
pushing the stroller.

BISHOP:
No way. Who brings a
baby to an intel drop?

Who walks a baby
without a diaper bag?

Plus, that mom hasn't looked
down in her stroller once.

-So?
-So if you were pushing around

the cutest living organism
on Planet Earth,

wouldn't you stare at it
every chance you got?

TORRES:
Mm-hmm. Like Baby Yoda.

Now you're getting it.

Move in, Bishop.

Yep. I got it.

Hey. NCIS.

Hey.

NCIS!

TORRES:
Freeze!

Do I-- do I...?

You're welcome.

So...

you got hacked, huh?

What's that got
to do with me?

I think we both know
the answer to that.

Good luck proving it.

I'm trying to solve
your friend's murder.

Should I find it suspicious
that you don't want to help?

His murder.

Right. Sure.

Was this before or after he
collaborated with the Taliban?

After.

You guys got to get
better game.

I don't know
what you got on Albatross,

but no way was he collaborating
with terrorists.

He's one of the good guys.

-And we are?
-The Man.

Deep state.

And I'm not buying
what you're selling.

Far as I'm concerned,
there was

no murder, no kidnapping

and Albatross is sitting
in some black site with...

Three little girls.

Three little girls
being auctioned off like cattle.

Here's your buddy.

This one we can
go see in person

if you want to take a
quick little field trip.

I don't really give a rat's ass
who killed that guy.

Because he sold
those little girls out

on their way
to school.

And those girls are out there,
scared and hurt,

and the only way to find them
is by tracing an e-mail locked

inside of Albatross' system.

Which we can't access
because of your virus.

You said you're one
of the good guys. Prove it.

Okay.

I'll show you
how to unlock your system.

But one thing--
you said

that the NSA flagged his e-mail?

Yeah, that's right.

That I don't believe.

He's been evading them
for years.

He's being set up.

Yeah.

No. We're losing the light,
so we headed back.

Thanks for
the heads-up, McGee.

They track
that e-mail yet?

Uh, no. But, uh,

McGee was able to block
the kidnappers' bank account.

Bought us some time
before they're sold.

-Yeah.
-NABI: Agent Gibbs!
Agent Sloane!

Wait,
something's wrong, Gibbs.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God!

Oh, my God.
Darya.

They-they threw her
from a truck.

-They didn'teven slow down.
-Darya.

Did you recognize anyone?

No. But this was
pinned to her coat.

"Go home
or there will be more blood."

It's in English.

It's to us.

So much for this
being a trap.

She wasn't in on it, Gibbs!

Where you going?

I'm done.

What do you mean you're done?!

This is why I want out.

This.

We chase bad guys.

We put them away.

And nothing ever changes.

Except for us.

Darya risked her
life to help me,

and-and we're all so twisted

we couldn't see that basic act
of humanity for what it was.

So call it what you want.

Quitting. Running. I don't care.

I'm out.

I'm done!

Might as well go out
in a blaze of glory, right?

A local thought
he recognized

the truck
that dumped Darya's body.

Said it came from that village.

I thought I'd do a little recon.

Alone? By yourself?

Are you wanting
to get yourself killed?

Seriously?

Why is it
when Leroy Jethro Gibbs

wants to charge in
with guns blazing,

it's heroic,

but when I want to do it,
I have a death wish?

I don't talk like I want to die.

So pick one!

You can't have it
both ways, Gibbs.

What am I picking?

You can't tell me
I'm a fighter

and that fighters never quit,

and then try to ground me
when you don't like my plan.

I can if I want you
to be around.

At NCIS or on the planet?

Both!

Jack, every truck out
there looks the same.

You go charging
into the wrong village

with your ass all on fire,

we will never see
these girls again.

Do you have a better idea?

We call Vance.

We see where
he is on the satellite recon.

If he's nowhere,
then we go check out

the village
-ourselves.
-Fine.

But...

we do that together.

We need to hurry.

I just spoke
to Vance.

He just spoke
to Gibbs and Sloane.

-What's up?
-Well, it sounds like

they're about
to do something very...

Gibbsian and Sloansian.

Okay. So what can we do?

Get intel on whatever
they're about to walk into.

All right.
Albatross's laptop.

Did you find out
who he sent that bus route to?

I didn't have any better luck
tracing his e-mail than the NSA.

That's assuming he was really
the one who sent the e-mail.

Well, Baby Yoda's mom

seems to think that
Albatross was being set up.

Setup or not,
someone kidnapped those girls.

What about focusing
on the murder case?

Shake something
loose.

We still don't have motive,
let alone a solid lead.

KASIE:
Did someone order solid?

'Cause I have got
some solid gold.

My computers are back up--
thank you, Secret Agent Palmer.

And I managed
to ID the prints

on the murder ketchup.

And?

And our murderer is...

MCGEE: You're about as good
at getting away with murder

as you were
at hacking.

And we know
where hacking got you.

I try to help you guys
and this is the thanks I get?

Yeah, this is why
people hate you.

Nobody hates me.
Does anyone hate you, Nick?

Oh, well, I mean,

I did go undercover
for, like, ten years,

so yeah, maybe.

Okay, this isn't funny.

No. You're right.

Nothing about this
is funny, actually.

Your prints on
the murder weapon...

Not funny.

The bottle of poison

that we found in your trash...

Not funny.

You're done.

We know that you killed
your ex-partner.

And the jury's gonna
know it, too.

We just want to know why.

Because he was a sellout.

You know, he was supposed
to be our hero.

Fighting the good fight

when things got a little too hot
for the rest of us.

You were right.

Hacktivists live
by a code,

and it does not include selling
information to terrorists.

Albie started working
for the mob,

dealers,

anyone who would pay.

So you killed him.

No, I--
It was an accident, okay?

That-that was just supposed
to send him to the hospital,

give me time
to access his system

while I unhashed
that e-mail he sent.

What?

You're the one
that set him up.

You unhashed
that encryption

so that NSA
would flag his e-mail.

I... I wanted people
to see what he'd become.

I-I didn't want
to kill anybody.

I mean, who eats
that much ketchup in a week?

And what about the girls?

Did you even think about them?

I got his e-mail flagged!

It's not my fault you idiots
couldn't track the thing

-to the other side.
-Hey.

You want to help us,
tell us everything you know

about the kidnappers.

I don't know anything you don't.

Except maybe who gave Albie that
bus route in the first place.

That we know.

It was Darya,
the woman in charge of the NGO.

Who?

No, it wasn't a woman.

Then who was it?

Agent Gibbs, any news?

Beat it.

Is there a problem?

-Where are the girls?
-Excuse me?

Darya isn't the one
who sold them out.

You are.
SLOANE:
She changed

the bus route
at the last minute.

Didn't tell anyone...

...except you.

SLOANE:
And then

you told him.

This is absurd.

I'm gonna ask you one more time
where the girls are.

And then I'm gonna leave you
alone with her.

You are an American
federal agent.

You won't hurt me.

Me?

I'm going to Costa Rica, baby.

And you killed my friend.

Darya was like a cancer!

Moroor Amen was only supposed
to supply food and shelter.

Darya wanted to destroy
our entire way of life.

She wanted these girls
to learn English. Math.

It was not right.

You sold those girls
into slavery

so they couldn't learn math?

That was not
supposed to happen.

They were supposed
to be married off

to good husbands, not sold.

But it is a holy war.
It is what it is.

Wait. Where are you going?

She can take it from here.

She is a crazy woman!
She will kill me!

It is what it is.

What? No!

Unless you tell us where
those girls are being held.

Hey!

SOLDIER:
Building secure!

It's okay.

Hey.

Come on.

Okay, that feels good.

Yeah.

Sir. Ma'am.

Since the CO had to, uh,

creatively interpret a few
rules to okay this mission,

we need to return
to base ASAP.

Please thank your CO for us.
And thank you.

That's all
the thanks I need.

Besides, when the director
of NCIS makes a direct call...

Can always count
on a Marine.
Oorah.

Can we give you two
a lift back to base?

Uh... gonna
need a minute.

So?

Jack?

I think you probably
already know.

You were never
going to Costa Rica.

And you know I'm not going
back with you, either.

Moroor Amen, uh,
they're down a leader.

The town's still vulnerable
to Taliban attacks.

And, hey, I did say
I needed a change...

Not exactly the beach.

But there is sun.
Sand.

Sand.
Lots of sand.

Yeah.

:
I have loved my time at NCIS.

Been a really good path.

But, um...

you don't need me anymore.

I'm not sure about that.

Come on.

I don't belong behind a desk.

I never did.

And you're right. I was running.

But I don't want
to do that anymore.

I think I can make
a difference here.

I want to make
a difference here.

And I know
you understand that.

I'll call everybody,
when I'm ready.

And as for you...

If you ever want to visit...

Bye, Jack.

Bye, Gibbs.