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Force Protection alert.

Confirmed hostile target
approaching inbound.

Initiate emergency
evacuation procedures.

Move it! Move it!

Let's go! Let's go!

Safety perimeter has been breached.

60 seconds to impact.
All personnel to the lifeboat deck.

56, 57, 58...

Come on, Machaca. Come on.

30 seconds to impact.

59 souls accounted for.
Stop the clock.

3 minutes, 40 seconds.

Copy that.

Drill complete.

That was pathetic, Machaca.

I could have crawled
down here faster.

Lighten up, Ops.
It's just a drill.

Are we done?

Chow's getting cold down there.

Explosion on the bridge.
Explosion on the bridge.

This is not a drill.
Repeat, this is not a drill.

NCIS Season 11 Episode 06
Oil & Water 1.0 LOL DIM

Synchro: Gaillots & Kujathemas.

Rereading: Bruno.

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McGee, I thought we said
no mischief-night pranks this year!

Nice.

That kind of precision... whoever
did this has some serious skills.

I mean, "Oh, no. Oh, God, it's awful.
How dare they."

- So, this wasn't your handiwork?
- No.

You're not the one
that defiled my lab?

No. What did they do?

Someone moved my work table
three inches to the right.

- Oh, gee, how dare they.
- I know.

Whoever did it knows that I'd notice

if there was even a hair
out of place.

We're dealing
with a sadistic evil genius.

I think you got half
that equation right.

What have we here?

I'm glad to see you took
our little conversation

about safe agenting seriously,

but that's a little overboard,
McRibbed.

You've had your fun, Tony,
unwrap it.

Oh, gosh, I'm flattered,

but unfortunately, that prophylaxis

is not the work of yours truly.

Whose work is it?

The Great Pumpkin?
Headless Horseman?

Perhaps the Ghost of Halloween Past?

Mike Franks?
The possibilities are endless.

Not for our dead Marine.

Grab your gear,
we're going to Virginia Beach.

Got a new desk, McGee?

- Not exactly, Boss.
- Sure looks new to me.

Let's go.

I was the first this morning,

so the prank was pulled
sometime last night,

and you were at the office
after I left.

I had dinner plans.

What time?

I don't recall.

I left at midnight, DiNozzo.
You were still at the office.

Area's on lockdown, sir.

Got a dead body in my jurisdiction,
Petty Officer.

I'm following boss's orders, sir.

If that's a problem,
take it up with her.

What are you doing, Boss?

You heard the man.
We wait.

- Wait?
- Wait for what?

The person in charge.

You're looking at her.

Agent Borin, I should've known.

Well, the coast guard presence
was a pretty big clue.

What do you got, Borin?

One explosion on board
an offshore oil platform

plus the body of one dead Marine

equals on big mess
for NCIS and CGIS.

- Cause of blowout?
- No idea.

We can't get on board the platform
to process the scene

until fires are contained and the
platform's deemed structurally sound.

So all we've got is a body?

And the statements from the crew, all 59
of them. So, might want to get started.

Yeah, go.

It's good to see the team
hasn't changed too much, Gibbs.

I was sorry to hear about David.

I'm sure leaving couldn't have been
an easy decision for her,

and we've all been there.

You got a body for me, Borin?

The victim is Marv Hebner.

He was on the bridge at the time
of the explosion.

Divers pulled him
from the water this morning.

His upper torso and face took the brunt
of the damage.

Shrapnel damage is superficial.
Wouldn't be the cause of death.

- Won't know that until examination.
- Trust me.

I've seen my share
of blast-impact trauma up close.

But I'm sure Dr. Mallard

will be able to confirm
our suspicions.

You were in communication
with Hebner during the drill?

Right up to the explosion.

And last he reported,
all systems were normal.

You know, I've spent years
working on oil rigs.

I never seen anything
like this happen before.

I mean, we have warning signs,
alarms, fail-safes.

If he was the only one
manning the controls,

is it possible he overlooked
one of the warning signs?

Human error?

Marv's the most
experienced man on the rig.

This guy wasn't the type
to make mistakes.

I'm looking for...

No, there he is.
No, I got to see him. Jonah!

It's Marv's wife.

It's not him, right?

It is.
I'm so sorry, Paige.

Mrs. Hebner,

sorry for your loss.

I don't understand.

I just talked to Marv last night

on the phone,
and everything was fine.

- What happened?
- We're trying to figure that out.

Where is he?

Please?

No one on board recalls anything

out of the ordinary
before the explosion.

Systems checked out normally.

- Average day.
- Didn't end that way.

Command Center got a call
from the captain of a cargo freighter.

He recalled passing a motorboat
with non-functioning running lights

near the platform last night.

Think this could be
some kind of terrorist attack?

Certainly wasn't a booze cruise.

Excuse me, Agent Borin?

Homeland Security's put all U.S. oil
installations on heightened alert.

So this is either
an isolated incident or...

It's the beginning of more to come.

Timmy,

you fell prey to one
of the oldest pranks in the book.

I guess that's why the classics
never go out of style.

Lack of imagination and individuality?
Sounds like your M.O.

Don't be mad at me.
I didn't do anything.

You know what it is?
You make yourself too easy of a target,

McBull's-eye.

You need to... keep moving.

Now, me, I like a challenge.

Pulling one over on Gibbs,

that would be a feat for the ages.

- What do you have? A death wish?
- I like to live dangerously.

Our dead Marine, let's go.

Marv Hebner, 45,

major in the Selected
Marine Corps Reserve

with the combat engineer battalion.

Completed three tours
in Iraq and Afghanistan.

His most recent deployment ended
eight months ago,

when he returned
working for CityLine Oil.

It's a mid-level oil company
with an impeccable safety record.

- Until now.
- Updates from Homeland?

They're keeping
the threat level raised,

but there's no chatter,
and no terrorist group

has claimed responsibility
for the explosion.

The oil biz has Benham Parsa
written all over it.

- FBI?
- They don't think there's a connection.

Intel shows that Parsa's
still underground.

Navy and coast guard
have air support out

searching for the rogue boat
reported by the cargo ship.

What?

Where?

Thank you for joining us
in Director Vance's absence.

Let me introduce you
to Perry Davidson,

CEO of CityLine Oil,
and their lead counsel, Brett Creevy.

We want you to know
that CityLine is using all means

at our disposal to get
to the bottom of this mess.

If we can assist in any way,
please let us know.

The last thing we want is another Gulf
oil disaster on our hands.

White House couldn't agree more.

It's why they've assigned me
to oversee this investigation.

Marv Hebner was a member
of the CityLine family.

It's a profound loss.

Mr. Creevy and I toured
that platform earlier yesterday morning.

I never would've imagined
this could happen.

And we've known our platforms
might be a potential target

for a terrorist attack.

We prepare for it,
but it's still shocking.

I think it's a little premature
to assume this is an act of terrorism.

I'm sure NCIS is keeping
all investigative paths open.

If it was an attack,
it wasn't a very strategic one.

How do you mean that?

It's a matter of output
and manpower.

That platform produces
a fraction of the oil

compared to our other rigs
on the East Coast,

and it's manned by a crew of 60.

The others have over 200.

Fallout from a larger platform
would've been... devastating.

Our priority is to address
the cause of this incident

and figure the best way
to minimize the damage.

A man's dead.

Hard to minimize that.

For centuries,

All Hallows' Eve

was a time of celebration
and superstition.

It's thought to have originated

with the Celtic festival of Samhain,

where followers would light bonfires

in an effort to ward off
roaming ghosts

and lurking evil spirits.

Did you hear something?

Anyway,

Halloween has since evolved into,

of all things, a children's holiday.

Eager faces,

some dressed
in questionable déguisement

going from door to door
in search of trick or treat.

Which do you have for me?

Agent Borin, I'd heard our paths
were about to cross again.

Word travels fast.

I can't imagine
that I'm the only one

who's glad to have you back
in our little flock,

albeit temporarily.

Did you hear that?

Hear what?

A faint beep.

Oh, I'm sorry, my dear.

- Where was I?
- You tell me, Duck.

I was about to confirm

what you two have already deduced.

Major Hebner's body

did indeed receive
a significant amount of trauma

from the blast,

but none of his internal organs,

his vital ones, were affected.

- What was the cause of death, then?
- This man drowned.

I suspect this contusion
rendered him unconscious

before he entered the water.

Excuse me.

You got anything else, Duck?

Well, I pulled a significant amount
of material from the major's skin.

These gold fragments
are the most curious.

I was about to send them up
to Abby for analysis.

There it is again!

Where is that confounded
beep coming from?

Patrol found our rogue motorboat

dead in the water five miles
south of the platform.

Traced it back to a cruiser yacht
who reported it scuttled

in rough seas last week.

- We got to board that platform.
- You're in luck... the fires are out

and we can process our crime scene.

You know, Major...

I believe there is mischief afoot.

What do you think?

Fire!

There's a fire!

Don't panic.

Do I look panicked?

Actually, no.

It's sage, McGee.

I'm purifying my sanctuary
of the negative karma

left by the Halloween prankster.

Don't you think
you're going a little overboard?

I mean, I don't like it
when Tony touches my stuff, either,

but I just use bleach.

We're not certain that it's him,
so we have to take all precautions.

Abby, you said you found something?

I did.
This is the operating mainframe

on board the oil platform.

I reviewed all their system
functions up to the explosion,

and just like the crew said,
everything was normal.

I found nothing.

I thought you said
you found something.

Well, the nothing...
is the something.

Abby, are you sure
you didn't ingest any of that sage?

Maybe.

I found hidden malware
installed on their server.

It's a rootkit,

so it gave the hacker access

to everything on board
without being detected.

Which means someone could
have manipulated the systems,

remotely causing the blowout
without triggering any alarms.

How was it downloaded
onto the platform?

E-mail spam.

Who would open a file from
"Enlarge and In Charge"?

We might have another way
to trace our programmer.

Hackers tend to think
of themselves as artists.

Some even find a way
to sign their work.

It's usually embedded somewhere
in their coding sequence.

Let's see if our Picasso left a mark

that we can use to I.D. him.

Who's in charge now?

Which one's our techie?

Danielle Benton.

Advanced computer engineering degree
from Carnegie Mellon. There she is.

We live in a strange world, McGee.

I miss the days
when computer nerds looked like you.

Danielle Benton.

NCIS. We need to speak with you.

The Navy.

Polluters of our oceans.

Killers of innocent marine life.

I didn't know they put
that in the brochure.

Does this look familiar?

Looks like the computer program
I designed for my thesis project.

- BS in terrorism?
- Terrorism?

Your little number jumble
was installed

on board CityLine's oil platform
before it exploded.

I don't know anything about that.

Then how did the program you designed
end up in their system?

I published it online
three years ago.

It's a college paper.

Anyone could have duplicated it.

But that code couldn't have caused
an explosion.

- Why is that?
- It's designed to be a tool

for anti-corporate
intelligence gathering,

accessing records and internal
communications data.

There's no input
function capability.

It's looky... no touchy.

She's right.

Looky, no touchy.

Didn't they teach you
that at M.I.T.?

Computer programming's
changed a lot since Y2K.

Time for a refresher.

Sorry, McGeek,
you've been dethroned.

All hail the queen.

I'm driving.

No, no, it's not through there.

The bridge is... further
down under the helipad.

You've been on board here before?

Nah, I just know
my way around a rig.

For my last tour in the Marines,
I was with a security detachment

on the al-Kashir oil platform
in Iraq.

All right, here we are.

Hebner was running
a drill from this space.

That explains
how he got in the water.

Al-Kashir... that was considered
a hazardous duty assignment, right?

We were a constant target.

Boat raids, suicide bombers...

threats came
in all shapes and sizes.

Any close calls?

Yeah, once...

on a routine patrol.

Got a distress signal
from a local fisherman

with his young son.

We spotted the vessel,
pulled up alongside for inspection.

While we were still boarding,
an IED went off.

Lost three men, a few more seconds,
I would've been with them.

It was a long time ago.

I'd rather focus on finding out
what the hell caused this explosion.

I think we just have.

Yeah, well...

that's the detonator.

Or what's left of it.

There's goes the accident
theory I was hoping for.

You know, of all the spaces
to plant a bomb, why the bridge?

If you want to take down a tree,

you do it at the base,
not the branch.

Maybe it wasn't about the space.

The platform wasn't the target.
Marv Hebner was.

A detonator?
You're suggesting

one of our men planted a bomb
on the platform?

That's insane.

Every CityLine employee

is properly vetted and goes through
an extensive background investigation...

before they're hired.

- No one had any red flags.
- Someone does now.

Was Marv Hebner having any problems
with a particular crew member?

I wouldn't say a problem.

I was aware of a falling-out
he had with Jonah McGuire,

- his operations officer.
- About what?

McGuire was cited for a safety violation
during a recent OSHA inspection.

The company decided
to let McGuire go.

It was a decision
that Hebner signed off on.

Did McGuire know
he was being let go?

Paperwork was still being finalized,
but he saw the writing on the wall.

That's not just a red flag,
that's a motive.

Why would someone want to kill Marv?

We were hoping you could tell us.

- I have no idea.
- That's not what we heard.

Sounded like you had
a pretty big ax to grind.

Then you're misinformed.

Marv was my closest friend.

Signing your termination papers
wasn't too friendly.

Friends are supposed to have your back,
not stab you in it.

That's not what it seems.

I wasn't angry over him
for getting fired.

It was my idea.

That makes no sense.
There's a lot of that going on today.

Marv was the one
at fault for that safety hit, not me.

I took the fall because I knew
what the consequences would be.

So you lied in order to get fired...
still not making sense.

You don't understand
what the job meant to Marv.

And an OSHA infraction
would have ruined his career.

I couldn't let that happen
after all the things he'd done for me.

I didn't kill him.

I was...

was trying to protect him.

- Perfect timing, as always.
- You're expecting me?

Agent Abby!
I'm so glad to see you!

I mean, I'm not glad
about the "dead body" situation

and all,
I'm really happy that you're here.

And how about... now?

That is a lot of affection
for some caffeine.

I should come around more often.

I agree with that 110%.

Although that's not
numerically possible,

for emphasis, it totally works.

- Happy I can help.
- Now it's my turn to help you.

What do you got?

I'm still processing the debris
from the platform...

it's gonna take some time...

but I can give you some information
about the bomb itself.

- That's good.
- Not really.

The cell phone detonator is
a disposable, so there's no trail.

And the explosive device,
the main ingredient

was pure black powder.

Which isn't regulated, making it
nearly impossible to trace.

We do know that the bomb had
minimal damage payload,

so we're not dealing with
some professional big-time terrorist.

It didn't need to be.
With all flammable gases

and materials on board
that platform,

all they needed was the right ignition
point to set off a chain reaction.

Which brings me
to my next interesting fact.

Based on the device's blast radius,
it was placed

in the one spot on the bridge
where a chain reaction

wouldn't take out the entire rig.

Either they got really lucky...

or our bomber had intimate knowledge

of the platform's structural layout.

I don't believe in luck.

That's good work, Abs.

I got an uneasy feeling, McGee.

I told you not to order Chinese
from a Mexican restaurant.

I'm talking about SECNAV.

She's been hanging around here
a lot lately.

Don't speak ill
of José the Mandarin.

His egg rolls are muy bueno.

Look, this is NCIS,
Porter's the SECNAV...

she's just doing her job.

I had this same bad feeling

back when I was at Ohio State
my sophomore year.

They brought in a new head coach.

New coach means new lineup.

You think SECNAV's looking
to switch things up around here?

Don't worry, I got your back.
Every team needs a water boy.

Where are we?

Verified the background checks

on the CityLine employees...
nothing noteworthy.

Fines for public intoxication,

delinquent car payments

and some serious
1-900 charges to a guy

who's never heard of the Internet.

I've got something.
The entire food service team

on board the platform was hired
through a third-party vendor.

Which means they didn't have to go
through CityLine's background check.

They wouldn't have clearance
to access the bridge.

Anyone with a criminal record?

Lenny Pachaca, a line cook.
Working under the alias "Lenny Machaca".

Didn't really think outside
of the box on that one, did he?

He did time for possession
and transportation of explosives.

- DiNozzo, get Borin, bring him in.
- Will do.

I love that smell.

- Rotting fish carcass and diesel fuel?
- Yeah, breathe it in.

You're a special lady, Borin.

I can't wait to meet the peg-legged
gentleman who woos you.

- Yo-ho-ho, DiNozzo.
- Lenny Machaca?

- Come on...
- I'll cut him off.

College softball.

Southpaw?

I swung both ways.

I think this crazy bitch
broke my ribs.

Trust me, Len...

- you want to quit while you're ahead.
- And you're still breathing.

I already told you...

you've got the wrong guy.

It's been my experience only people with
something to hide run from the cops.

And use aliases.

I see what you're trying to do,
but you're not pinning this to me.

I didn't do it.

You also claimed that you didn't have
any issues with Marv Hebner,

yet your supervisor says

he made complaints about you.
Said you were a loose cannon.

You unpredictable, Len?

Bet you didn't like him
keeping you in line.

He was a tightly-wound hard-ass.

Rode everyone
like a damn drill sergeant.

This wasn't the Marines.

Guess he finally pushed
the wrong guy too far.

The wrong guy with a criminal
background in explosives?

Because there's only
one guy on board that meets

- that criteria, and that's you.
- Arrested for possession

of C-4, chargers,
blasting caps and gunpowder.

- Old habits die hard.
- That was a long time ago, all right?

My friend and I got a kick out
of blowing stuff up.

No one got hurt.

We were just having fun.

- It was fun?
- Yeah.

Just a way to goof off.

Never saw what the big deal was,
so...

Have you ever seen
what that kind of fun does

to the human body
at close range, Lenny?

No? Let me enlighten you.

It starts
with a sudden flash of light.

Comes out of nowhere.

You're temporarily blinded,

but trust me, that's a blessing,

because the last thing you want to see
is what's about to happen to you.

Then there's the sound.

It's the loudest you have
ever heard in your entire life.

It's also the last sound
you're ever gonna hear.

And then there's the silence.

And you can't
even hear yourself scream

as the heat from the blow-back
melts your skin

and the shrapnel
tears through your body!

So why don't you tell me, Lenny...

Are we having fun yet?
This fun for you?

- I'm done listening.
- You're so not.

We've just started.
So why don't you stay where you are?

Take a break.

I only used an alias because I couldn't
get a job with my record.

All right?
I have a family to provide for.

That's all I've done, I swear.

I'll take a polygraph
or whatever, just...

keep her away from me.

I was always partial
to the Green Dragon Tavern.

- Tuesdays they would host...
- American history triviology.

- I know, I went every week.
- Okay, what about outside Cambridge?

Tough choice,
but I'm gonna have to go with...

Boss.
Didn't see you come in.

You're wondering what I'm doing.

We were just discussing
our academic history in Boston.

M.I.T., Harvard.

Excuse me.

- Thanks for the trip down memory lane.
- Yes, ma'am.

Porter.

What did you find out?

Quite a bit, actually.

She wrote for the Crimson,
she was a member of the debate club,

- graduated magna cum laude.
- About the case, McGee.

Right.

Well, since his release from prison,
Lenny has kept his record clean.

I confirmed his alibi
with two of the other onboard cooks.

They say he was working all day
on the mess decks up until the drill.

That's not much of a lead.

This is.
Check it out.

Schematics
of CityLine's oil platform.

The firm who designed the plans

had a minor security breach
two weeks ago.

This was the only file
that was compromised.

What kind of breach?

It was the same type of malware
we found on CityLine's mainframe.

One person they have in common.

Danielle Benton.

Find her, McGee.

I thought that move
was pure urban legend.

Something you care to share,

- Madam Secretary?
- Pardon me?

Is there another reason
for your presence here,

- besides this investigation?
- Matters of my agenda

- are above your pay grade, Agent Gibbs.
- If it involves me

or my team, I respectfully disagree.

Rest assured, my presence at NCIS
is purely case-specific.

You have your orders.
So do I.

However, as a person
with a background in business,

I would be remiss

if I didn't notice certain gaps

in this office
when it comes to manpower.

Staffing issues are
below your pay grade.

Not if it's affecting
the efficiency of NCIS.

- It isn't.
- I agree.

I'm not here to mark my territory,
Agent Gibbs.

It's your team.

You run it as you see fit.

As long as I keep seeing results,

we won't have an issue.

If it ain't broke...

Here you go.

Yeah, sure, I can use another round.

Say something, Gibbs.

Kind of waiting on you, Borin.
I'm the one who's in the dark.

Look, I shouldn't have taken this case.
I knew it would just...

dredge up too many things
I didn't want to revisit.

Maybe if you knew that,
it's why you took the case.

I still remember
every detail of that day in Iraq.

I'd play it over and over and over
in my head, just, you know, thinking...

of all the stuff

I could've done differently.

Signs I missed.

Losing a man in combat,
it stays with you.

I didn't just lose three fellow Marines
in that blast.

Gibbs, I lost my Marine.

Liam...

He always had to be the one
leading the charge, you know?

That was his style.
He was...

strong.

Stubborn, God...

Cocky as all hell.

A Marine's Marine.

I saw him board the vessel...

I saw the blast take him...

and I saw what was left
when I pulled him from the water.

That was just something
I couldn't come back from.

- Yeah, DiNozzo?
- Boss.

We've tracked Danielle Benton's cell
to a marina outside Hampton Roads.

- McGee's sending you the address.
- Okay, we'll meet you there.

About ready to go?
I'm driving.

No, after everything
that's happened,

I think it's best for everyone
if I just pull out of the case.

I'm gonna call headquarters,
they can assign you another agent...

No, Borin, not happening.

My case, my call.

You pulling rank on me, gunny?

A Marine leaves no man behind.

Make sure we're fueled and ready.

I want to be out of here
before the tide shifts.

Don't leave yet.

Who the hell are you?

I already answered NCIS's questions.

If you want more I.T. support,
try the Genius Bar.

- You taking a trip?
- Work.

Surveying the ecological impact
of coastal shipping routes

on local whale migration.

And yes, we have a permit.

Watch 'em.
What do you got?

Crabs.

We have a problem.

Worse than DiNozzo's crabs?

It's black powder.

And there are more than 50 buckets
like it down there.

That's enough to level
this entire marina.

Don't worry, you'll get
used to loud noises in prison.

And with what we found on board,

you're in for an extended stay.

Containers of gasoline,
black powder, and soap.

Also known as "vegan napalm"
in environmental extremist circles.

I've never seen those containers
before in my life.

Must be the captain's.

I'm innocent.

- Told you she'd say that.
- He did, he said you'd say that.

He also said you'd lean back
and cross your arms.

He did the whole thing, it was good.

He also said that you would be
a little surprised

when you found out
we discovered your...

hiding spot underneath
the wheel-house floorboard.

Building plans, surveillance photos,

and security access codes

belonging to ten biotech labs

across the East Coast,
each hit by the same arsonist.

Too bad you didn't think to wipe
your prints off all these.

Christmas came early this year
for the FBI.

Boo-ya.

"Boo-ya"?

What is that?

Those labs were conducting invasive

and unethical tests
on innocent animals.

What they do isn't research,
it's torture.

I did what was necessary
to save lives.

Well, you didn't seem to mind taking
Marv Hebner's life for your cause.

We found a copy of the CityLine
blueprint on board.

Boo-ya!

- Is that right?
- Yeah.

I didn't steal the designs
to bomb the platform.

I was going to board it.
Next month.

An onboard protest
against offshore drilling,

where CityLine wouldn't be able
to ignore us.

- I'd say you got their attention.
- That explosion caused irreparable

damage to the ocean's ecosystems.

I have no problem going to prison
for what I believe in,

but that is against
everything I stand for.

It just saves time.

You know, just go with it.

I found something fishy
on our evidence.

Like, really fishy.

Acipenser oxyrinchus.

Otherwise known as...

the North Atlantic sturgeon.

- Found where?
- Melted on the detonator

and other debris from the bridge.

This fish sample was altered
with acrylic resin,

potassium chromium sulfate,
formaldehyde...

English.

Fish leather.

Like from a work boot?

No. Sturgeon leather

is very rare
and extremely expensive.

So it would be a more
high-quality good.

Can you narrow it down for us?

I can, thanks to a metal shard

that Ducky pulled
from Hebner's body.

This wasn't just shrapnel.

It's a piece of an alloy
tumbler locking mechanism.

Separately, the lock and the leather
didn't make any sense,

but when you put them together,
you get this.

The Merion Attaché.

That is where the bomb was stored.

A briefcase. Innocuous enough
to hide in plain sight.

- That's good work, Abs.
- She's not done yet.

He knows me so well.

I cross-referenced the purchase logs

for the Merion Attaché

with all of the employees from CityLine,
and I got a match.

Brett Creevy, legal department.

Is he checking his e-mail?

- He's a smug son of a bitch, isn't he?
- Lawyer.

Planting a bomb was just one
of Creevy's many bad decisions.

He lost his life savings

in the Broad Street development
Ponzi scheme last year.

Didn't have much to his name
until the explosion.

Turns out Creevy short-sold shares
of CityLine's stock last week.

Once news of the explosion broke,
their stocks took a nosedive.

Just like BP's did
after their incident in the Gulf.

Wall Street.

"Greed is good."

The Gekko.

Love that movie.

- Creevy made a boatload of cash.
- Define "boatload".

Tens of millions.

I tracked his funds
to an offshore account,

where I found a charge for a chartered
flight to the Maldives, tonight.

All yours, Borin.

With pleasure.

Good luck.

You sure that's a good idea, Boss?

'Cause last time,
she went a little Dirty Harry in there.

But of course, Agent Borin
is a professional,

and I trust her completely.

I have been sitting here
for almost an hour, Agent Borin.

You have CityLine's full cooperation,
but I have a schedule to keep to.

I understand.

I'm sure you're anxious to get home,
pack for your trip.

What are you talking about?

You bought a one-way ticket
to the Maldives.

You know,
that's a really nice choice.

It's got gorgeous
white-sand beaches,

palm trees

and no extradition.

And I know one piece of luggage
you won't be taking with you.

You know
what's interesting about this?

I've got witnesses who recall

you on board the platform
the morning of the explosion

carrying that briefcase.

But no one seems to remember
you leaving with it.

Not even Perry Davidson,
who spent the entire day with you.

Maybe now is the time to mention
that I have a team of agents

searching your house
as we speak. Oh, yeah.

They found the bomb-making
materials in your garage.

So...

if a first-class ticket to death row

doesn't appeal to you, Mr. Creevy,

I suggest you start talking.

It's not how I planned it.

I didn't know Hebner
was going to be on the bridge

during the drill.

I just wanted the money.
No one was supposed to get hurt.

I swear.

So, that's it?
He cracked already?

Full confession, ten minutes.
Don't get excited. My record's five.

Dr. Mallard, what do you have there?

This, my dear,
is the infernal contraption

that's been driving me mad
these last two days.

The ThinkGeek Annoy-a-tron?

- Yeah. Annoying is an understatement.
- I've heard of these things.

They send out high-frequency
sounds intermittently.

Yeah, making it impossible to find.

The intention, I suspect.

I finally found it tucked

into my desk lamp.

Remember, Anthony,

revenge is all the more sweet.

What?

Why does everyone assume it's me?

Because nothing's happened to you.
And because you're you.

Come on.

You know I'm innocent.
Back me up here.

I see.

I've been framed, and I'm going to get
to the bottom of this.

Wait and see.

You're already
at the bottom, DiNozzo.

Your secret's safe with me.

Weighed-down gear pack?

It's the oldest
Marine prank there is.

No idea what you're talking about.

Right.

I want to ask you something.

When you left the Corps, was CGIS
the change you were looking for?

Not exactly.
At least not at first.

More like running away
than a fresh start.

But eventually, it became more.

And the work started
to mean something.

Started to feel...

A sense of purpose again?

You're good.

Tell me how the story ends,
I'll be really impressed.

That kind of depends on you.

How's that?

You ever think
about making another change?

It's a tempting thought.

But I'd be lying if I said
I hadn't considered it.

But I don't think
I'm finished with CGIS just yet.

Yeah, it's still a good fit.

Besides, I got a whole lot of lessons to
teach Omagi before I let him take over.

Can't argue with that.

Yeah, I'll be right there.

Well, it's about that time.
Thank you for the drink.

Say I wanted to make a change

in the near future.

I'm not going anywhere.

Semper fi, Gibbs.

Semper paratus...

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