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TONY:
Ow!

We're not here to eat.

We're here to protect
the Director.

Ziva, this is probably
the most secure building

in the whole country right now.

CIA, DSS, ATF, FBI,

the whole alphabet's here.

Not to mention state troopers,
metro cops

and NCIS's finest... me.

And you.

But me is hungry.

These are public
servants like us.

And this is free food.

Some are defense contractors.

Beltway bandits who make
a career of stealing

from the public trough.
Politicians.

You ever seen a skinny
politician?

Too late.

Our guest of honor
has just arrived.

MAN:
Ladies and gentlemen, the
retiring Secretary of Defense

of the United States of America.

I'm going to get
something to eat.

Director!

(people gasping)

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Morning, Gibbs, McGee.

Director Shepard.

Our gatecrasher
was a marine.

Sergeant Brian Wright.

The hotel was
in lockdown

and he wasn't
a registered guest.

He took a dive
from up there somewhere.

SecDef staff are worried

that it was an attempt
on the life of their boss.

Are we worried?

If it was an assassination
attempt, he's a lousy assassin.

He used his body as a weapon
and missed by 75 feet.

Ducky's doing preliminaries.

I've got Tony liaising
between Metro

and hotel management.

And we have a witness.

Andy Nelson.

Ziva's with him.

He's an aide
to a congressman.

Nelson claims he was attacked
by the deceased

on the sixth floor
just before the incident.

You believe him?

He works for a politician,
what do you think?

I'm officially

handing over.

I've got my own
fires to put out.

This happened in
our backyard.

It's making a lot
of people nervous.

I'd appreciate a quick result
on this one.

The question is: Did he
jump or was he pushed?

I guess that's what
we're here to find out.

Go.

Enough. It's okay.

ZIVA:
Mr. Nelson has been explaining

how he got injured.

He just came at me.

He hit me, I fell down

and he ran away.
You see him fall?

I just got out of there.

I was down in the lobby
to report it when he fell.

Why were you on the sixth floor?

I was delivering a briefing
paper to a defense contractor

in one of the suites.

Norforce Systems.

I was walking
towards the elevator.

You seen him before?

Every day.

Congressman Getz.

Well, not the deceased.

Just sad souls like him.

The homeless.

Unconfirmed.

GETZ:
And a war veteran,
or we'd be talking

to metro police
and not NCIS, Agent...

Special Agent Gibbs.

And he was a marine.

We need to do more

to help the ones
who come back broken.

Yes, you do.

Let's get that X-rayed, Andy.

Unless Agent Gibbs

has more questions about
this unfortunately incident.

Did I just
miss something?

The Congressman thinks our
marine was crazy and jumped.

DiNozzo...
Boss.

Stop eating
the evidence.

Right, boss.

Got preliminaries?

I find the ones who fall
are the saddest.

It's a long last moment
to contemplate one's end.

And no chance
to change one's mind.

The injuries are
consistent with a fall.

But scraped knuckles--

possibly in a fight

before he went
over the edge.

Missing a shoe.
No wallet.

Although he had some dollars
in his pocket.

And a begging note

asking for help.

The only real surprise
is this.

A Bronze Star for valor.

And a Purple Heart.

With two Marine Stars.

It means he was wounded
three times in battle.

I can't tell you
why he died,

but I can perhaps
tell you how he lived.

The man was a hero.

(phone ringing)

Yeah. Gibbs.

McGEE:
Hey, boss.

Looks like this
is where he launched.

The shoe must have come off
when he went over the side.

Okay.

Nelson said he was back
downstairs when Wright fell.

The question is:

What was Sergeant Wright doing?

Deciding whether to jump.

Photographs.

Got it.

DiNozzo.

The stairs.

Maybe the Congressman
was right.

Maybe Sergeant Wright
was crazy and jumped.

Or the Director was right.

Politicians lie.

And we will need a copy
of his medical records.

ZIVA:
You're disgusting.

How can you eat that?

You see, Ziva, the human body
is a finely tuned engine.

None more finely tuned
than mine.

Even the best engine
needs oil.

DiNozzo.

Boss.

Anything from
the hotel registry?

702 names-- none of them
Sergeant Wright.

Ziva, Congressman's aide.
Single. No criminal record.

He worked for the Congressman
for the past seven years.

And according
to Norforce Systems,
a briefing paper

from the Congressman's office
was delivered to their suite,

but they can't put a time on it.

Boss, just got off the phone

with Wright's doctor
in Bethesda.

He did two tours in Iraq.

He was wounded three times.

The last time was the worst.

His Humvee was hit by an IED.

Suffered shrapnel wounds
to the head.

He's been in medical leave
for four months.

But according to
the hospital records,

he's missed his last
three weekly appointments.

No one noticed?

Said he fell through the cracks.

Family?
Divorced, no kids.

His doctor said he stayed
with friends, at hostels...

sometimes on the street.

What kind of doctor?

Psychiatrist.

Treated for?
Depression.

TONY:
Some way to treat
a war hero.

Thought marines looked
after their own.

ZIVA:
How does a homeless man
get past the security agents,

local cops, hotel staff

into a locked-down building?

Maybe he was already there.

Luis Romero?

Yep.

Special Agent Gibbs. NCIS.

Is this about the jumper?

So you saw him jump?

No.

But you saw him.
No.

Corporal Luis Romero,

United States Marine Corps.

One tour Afghanistan,

honorable discharge
18 months ago.

Since then, hotel
maintenance supervisor.

So I'm a former marine.
A lot of guys are.

Not at this hotel.

We look after our own,
don't we, Luis?

All right.

We served in the same unit
three years ago.

He didn't have
a place to sleep.
So where did you put him?

We've always got a couple
rooms down for maintenance.

I didn't see any harm in it.

How long had he been here?

A couple times a week
for the last month.

Didn't cause any trouble.

Semper Fi, you know.

Show us the room.

Wait at the door, please.

Anyone else been in here?

No, just him.

WOMAN:
Luis! Luis!

Yeah.

(speaking Spanish)

Um... something's happened.

(woman speaking Spanish)

I understand, Chief,

but we believe the two cases
are linked.

MAN:
NCIS have any proof?

No, not yet, we're still
collecting evidence.

You'll send us a report?
Yes, absolutely.

And if anything changes, we will
hand over everything we have.

So if you can't tie it together,

you'll turn it over
to my people.

That's right,
and cause of death

hasn't been determined
yet either.

Fair enough. Let me know.

Thank you, Chief. I will.

Thank you.

You get all that, Jethro?

Got it.

Metro police will want
to see results.

Add him to the list.

It's a long list.

And it's getting longer.

Working on it.

There's something
on her cheek.

Looks like saliva.

Kiss and kill.

Well, no bag.
Maybe the killer took it.

Maybe she just didn't have
a bag.

Every woman has a bag.

Do I have a bag, McGee?

No, but you're not a...

I mean, you're a woman.
You're just, you're not a...

not a normal...

You're right.
Every woman does
not have a bag.

GIBBS:
How old?

No I.D., no pocketbook
and no bag

either.

The room was booked
to Michael Lo.

Sounds Asian.
Single occupancy.

Room was paid for in cash
in advance.

Sounds fake.

They're gonna review
the security tapes

to send us
what they got.

Boss?

Mr. Romero,

recognize this?

It's, um, key card
I gave Sergeant Wright.

It's a master key.

It opens up every room
in the hotel.

ZIVA:
You okay?

Never better.

You look run-over.

The term is "run-down."

I do?

Maybe you need servicing.

Clearly, we're still having some
problems with the idiosyncrasies

of the English language.

The "finely tuned engine,"
I think you called it.

You should see a doctor.

(phone rings)

(ringing continues)

Hello.

Hi.

Yeah.

No, it's not
a bad time.

This afternoon would be great.

Well, I will see you then.

Okay, bye.

Two cell phones, huh?

Uh, one for each ear.

No, it's a spare.

This one sort of been
on the fritz.

That's another word you probably
don't know the meaning of.

Acts up?

I'm impressed.

Uh, all right.

I'm heading out
to go see the doctor

about being run over... down.

Don't forget Fritz.

Oh-ho-ho-ho!

Fingerprints solve ten times
more cases than DNA.

Did you know
that, McGee?

Yeah, I told you.

You did?

Yeah.

You did!

Got to love fingerprints.

Especially this one
from the key card.

Pristine index with
an almost perfect whorl

and three, count 'em,

three, McGee,

equally spaced deltas.

(sighs)

It's a work of art.

Then we have
the short and curlies.

The hair, there's no follicle
and no DNA,

so I am checking it
for drug history.

If it is Sergeant Wright's,

considering his

extensive medical records,

this should read
like a drugstore inventory.

And if it doesn't,
he ain't our man.

What price valor?

18 bucks.

For real.

I looked it up on eBay--
Bronze Star,

18 bucks.

No wonder he got depressed

and started living
on the streets.

And begging.

One minute you're a hero,
the next you're a...

...suspect.

But don't give up on him yet,
McGee.

Nope.

Where's Gibbs?

What am I looking at?

Nothing.

Nothing.

Nothing's good, right?

Oh, yeah, nothing
is very good.

If this was Wright's hair,

then it'd be like
looking in a window
of his drug history,

but all this shows is...

GIBBS:
Unknown trace elements.

Too minute to be picked up
by the mass spec equipment.

So it's probably
not Wright's.

But we can't be sure
they're not there

unless we get
a better microscope.

We're talking
nanoparticles here, Gibbs.

We need a...

An infrared
microspectroscopy unit.

It's the only thing that gets
down to the nano level.

GIBBS:
Okay, get one.

They cost about
a hundred grand.

Yeah, so?

So it's not
in the budget.

Maybe next year.

She needs one now.

Sorry.

I could haggle.

My Uncle Horace,
he was a great haggler.

They used to call him
Horace the Haggler.

I could borrow one.

I'll try and borrow one.

(computer alarm sounds)

It's the fingerprint
from the key card.

McGEE:
It's not good.

It puts him in
the dead girl's room.

Sorry, Jethro.

Find out who owns that.

Come on.
Don't start.

Do you know how many people
want money from me?

Did I say anything?

How are you going
to get loaned

an infrared
microspectroscopy unit?

Good question, McGee.

Good question.

I love playing hooky.

How about you?

Oh, yeah, me, too.

Only when I'm with you.

Cold?

It's invigorating.

Chilly.

Freezing.

Poor Tony.

I drag you out here
to go window-shopping.

Next time maybe
you should choose.

Hot tub.

I know something else
we could do to stay warm.

Really?
Mm.

I wonder what
that could be.

One cappuccino,
one latte.

Coffee?

Mm, dancing.

Dancing.
Yes.

Dancing would make you warm.

Then tonight we dance.

Tonight?

Don't tell me
you have to work.

Tonight, dancing,
tomorrow, work.

You don't seem
too happy about that.

I'm worried.

Worried about what?

Well, we're going
dancing tonight

and I haven't got
a thing to wear.

Has anyone ever told you
you're an idiot?

Yeah, my boss,
all the time.

Oh, I'm sorry.
Sorry.
Excuse me.

Yes!

Just leave it on the table.

That's not juice.

Well, the coffee bean comes
from the coffee cherry, so

that's technically
a fruit,

so the case could be made

that coffee is more fruit
than bean.

It's coffee juice-- Caf-Pow!

Caf-Pow!?

Yeah, two words hyphenated
in the middle.

Can I help you with something?

I was hoping to get
a demonstration

of your infrared
microspectroscopy unit.

You don't work here?

Like this place would hire me?

Sorry. I'll set up a sample.

No, no, I have one.

I brought my own.

I work for NCIS in D.C.,

but we don't have
anything that can get down

to the nanogram level,

which is what I need
to figure out

what the hell is going on
with my sample.

You don't mind that
I said "hell," do you?

Hell, no.

Oh, good. I mean,
some people do,

then you get into the whole
hell and death and dying

mortality thing
and it freaks them out.

Can you help me?

If you want
to leave it with me...

No, I can't.
Chain of evidence.

I have to do it with you.

Uh, not with you,

but alongside you.

I have to be with you.
I have to...

be with you while you do it.

While you test it.

I normally like to know
who it is I'm working with.

Marty Pearson.

Abby Sciuto.

Nanograms, eh?

Yes, pesky little nanograms.

Is that a...?
Yes, it is.

Cool.

Wright, Sergeant Brian.
Records, medical.

Oh, splendid.

Uh, I'm a little post-autopsy.

Mr. Palmer will sign it.

Sure.

We must get you down here
more often, Agent Lee.

Always room for
another bright young mind.

Not that there's anything wrong
with the legal department.

It's an essential cog
in the engine, so to speak.

It can't be much fun
for a hands-on type like you.

You think?

Done?

Done indeed.

Intrigue, mystery

and a surprise or two.

Yes, I've estimated
our victim's age

at about 14.

Death was due
to strangulation.

She had bleeding
in her throat

and the hyoid bone
was fractured.

Some bruising
on the sternum

that has me a bit puzzled.

Possibly postmortem.

Conscious?

Superficial scratching
and ante mortem bruising

suggests that she put up
a struggle of sorts.

But toxicology indicates

that she was drugged
and for some time.

Hours?

Possibly days.

There are traces of
sedatives and Rohypnol,

the drug of choice
for date-rapists.

And before you ask
the question, yes, she was,

but he must have worn
a condom.

The really good news is
that I've identified her.

By name?

No, by country.

She's Chinese.

Yes, you're less
than impressed.

But what if I told you
that four weeks ago,
she was working

on the family farm
in a coastal region
of southern China

in Fujian province,
to be precise?

Well, now you have
my attention, Doctor.

It was her extremities
that gave her away.

The Chinese dentistry
is quite distinctive.

Her dental work
is very new.

Five or maybe six weeks ago
and her feet are calloused.

Indicates that she was
a farm worker.

We also found traces
of chromium six

in her digestive tract.

It's a byproduct
of chlorate.

Causes cancer
and respiratory problems.

Guess where the biggest
chlorate chemical factory
is in Asia.

Fujian province.

Well, there you have it,

the body as road map.

Anything else?
Yes.

Her likely killer...

Sergeant Brian Wright.

We had a positive
DNA match

from the saliva
we swabbed from her.

I'm afraid our hero

is more than
a little tarnished.

McGEE:
How does a homeless guy
staying illegally

in a hotel order
room service?

This wouldn't be a trick
question, would it, Probie?

No.

He calls room service.

(sighs)

Room service, hi.

This is the homeless guy
staying illegally in room 607.

Yes, the room shut down
for maintenance.

I'd like to order

some breakfast.

That was definitely
a trick question.

So give me a
tricky answer.

(sighs):
Somebody brought it to him.

Not very tricky.

I got to talk to Ducky.

I'm gonna go talk to Ducky.

What is
with everybody today?

Hallway camera D.

The title needs
work; who's in it?

Hopefully, the Asian guy
who booked the room.

Looks like the doctor
kept you...

Busy waiting room.

Lot of sleeping
sickness going around.

Or lack
of sleeping sickness.

GIBBS:
Ducky thinks our victim
is a Chinese national.

Probably in the country
less than a few weeks.

Well, her fingerprints
drew a negative

on the immigration
database,

so she's here
illegally.

Smuggled in, maybe
for the sex trade.

Asian, cute,
underage.

It's a gold mine.

Pimp pays cash,

sets her up in a room during
a nice, big convention,

feeds her clients.

And then one of
them kills her.

Sergeant Wright doesn't
fit that profile.

Wright didn't need to pay
to get into the room.

He had a magic key.

He saw an opportunity,
he took it.

Perhaps because of
his mental state,
he lost control,

and afterwards, regret,
and he took his own life.

Fits the facts, boss.

Only the facts
we know, DiNozzo.

Any word from Abby?

Not a peep.

I've got to get one
of these babies.
Looks like trace elements

of aluminum hydroxide
and formalin.

Aluminum hydroxide
stimulates

the immune system

and formalin is
a preservative.

It's also used to initiate
antibody formation in vaccines.

Did I just say something funny?
No.

No, I-I just--
it's just that we're having

this conversation
about stuff

that usually makes people
run screaming from the room,

but we're talking about it

like it was last night's
football game.

You don't like football, do you?

No.
Oh, good.

(chuckles):
It's just nice that
you understand

without having to go
find a dictionary.

So you said vaccines?

I said vaccines.

That's got to be it.

A vaccine for what?

Aluminum hydroxide
is used as an adjuvant

in hepatitis A
and Lyme disease.

There's traces of chloride.

Not just any old chloride.

Benzethonium chloride.

It's a preservative.

Aluminum hydroxide, formalin
and benzethonium chloride.

I know that combination.

How do you know
that combination?
I don't know.

It must have come through
my lab or something.

The only thing
I can think of using

benzethonium chloride for
as a preservative is...

anthrax vaccine.

Ooh, anthrax.

Breathe in the
spores and you die.

You don't have an
unhealthy obsession

with death
now, do you?

Oh, no, no,
it's just a hobby.

Anthrax vaccine,
that's why I knew it.

I got one right here.

Ow, pain-memory response.

So, good or bad
for your Marine?

It's bad.

It's very bad.

A lot of Marines
were vaccinated

for anthrax after 9/11.

I have to make a phone call.

Boss, hey.

Sergeant Wright's
autopsy report?

Yeah, just, um,
checking something.

Something didn't fit.

It's just a theory,
but it's about what Wright ate.

What'd he eat?

Nothing.

Not since
the night before.

I asked Ducky.

But the room service tray on
the bed was half-finished,

which raises
another question.

How did he get room service
if he wasn't supposed

to be in the room
in the first place?

Yeah, go on.

People leave trays
outside their doors.

I think that he found one
that was half-finished.

He took it back to his room.

Something must have happened
before he could eat it.

Wright's begging note.

Or somebody else's.

Hidden under a plate
on the tray?

And he found it.

Must be why he went
back to the room.

Once a hero, always a hero.

(phone ringing)

McGee.

McGee, it's Abby.

I need you to pull
Wright's medical records.

One second.

Got it.
What do you need?

Check it for an anthrax vaccine.

Let's see.

It's a negative.

Yes!

Oh, McGee,
it's not Wright's sample.

I'll tell him.
Thank you.

Boss.

A hair found on the victim
indicates the killer had

an anthrax vaccine.

Wright never had one.

MARTY:
Chalk another one
up to science.

Ah, I could not have
done it without the IMS.

And... and you.

So... who do I make
the receipt out to?

Oh, um...

Well, I feel really bad, Marty,

and you worked
really hard on this.

I, um...

Hmm. Do you bowl?

Are you kidding me?

I am the queen of the alley.

You know, they got a
bowling alley right downstairs.

In the hotel?

Right next
to the indoor pool.

Or... we could do dinner.

Oh, no.

You're just afraid of getting
your butt kicked on the lanes.

You are on, lady.

I can't believe
you bowl.

Why not?

Well, it's just--
it's such a coincidence.

Are you a three-quarter
or a full-roller?

Makes no difference
to me.

I got a delicate touch.

(giggles)

ZIVA:
So the hair wasn't Wright's,
but the saliva definitely was.

DNA match.

He was kissing
the girl.

There's more than one reason
to kiss a girl.

There is?

(phone rings)

Autopsy.

Got a question for you.

I can't guarantee
I got an answer.

The bruising on the girl's
sternum-- could it be from CPR?

Very possibly.

Yes, it's most probable when you
weigh all the other evidence.

It would explain
how Wright's saliva

came to be on her.

I'll have to confirm that,
of course,

but yes,
that could be your answer-- CPR.

Which means Wright wasn't trying
to kill her.

He was trying to save her.

Let me know when you get
a confirmation.

So we're looking for someone
with an anthrax vaccine.

ZIVA:
Instead of one suspect,

we now have half a million,
all of them military.

Maintenance guy?

Fixing a leak
in the kitchen.

Chefs were tripping
over him all day.

Scratch Romero.

After 9/11, anthrax was
sent through the mail.

Most people at risk
were vaccinated.

Pentagon officials,
senators, congressmen.

TONY:
Everybody
at the reception.

And people who open their mail.

Yes, I had
an anthrax vaccination,

along with most everyone
on the Hill, Agent Gibbs.

They were troubling times.

They still are.

After you delivered the briefing
papers to Norforce Systems,

what did you do?

I walked down the hallway
toward the elevator

and that's where
Wright attacked me.

Norforce Systems' suite was
right next to the elevator.

Do you want to
try this again?

Do I need a lawyer?

Only if you're feeling guilty.

You were walking

towards the elevator,
because you were not coming

from Norforce Systems;
you were coming from a room

down the hallway.

No.
Yes, a room

where an underage girl
was killed.

And you think
I'm responsible?

If you're not, then you won't
mind giving us a hair sample.

The killer
left a calling card,

and we think your name
is on it.

(grunting)

This is outrageous.

I was attacked

by a violent, unstable man.

If you're looking
for a murderer,

you should be looking
at him and not me.

Are you refusing
to voluntarily give us

a hair sample, Mr. Nelson?

'Cause if you are, we can
just get a court order.

I didn't kill anyone.

Boss.

8:17.

They're all reacting
to the same thing.

Wright dropping in
for breakfast?

Nelson might have killed
the girl,

but there's no way
he killed Wright, boss.

(door opens)

I want to make
a phone call.

Lawyer?

Someone much more powerful.

Your boss?

Underage, illegal, dead.

You really think your
boss wants to talk to you?

Did you kill her
before or after

you pushed
Sergeant Wright?

I didn't kill her.

I didn't push Sergeant Wright.

I was on the ground floor
when he jumped.

He went to the room.

Trying to save her,
you attacked him.

No.
You raped her.

You killed her.

You threw Sergeant Wright
off of the balcony.

I never saw Sergeant Wright!

Then how did
he attack you?

She hit me with the lamp.

I was just trying...

just trying to stop her.

I-I had to explain this
somehow, so I said...

Wright... attacked me.

Who took you up to her room?
No one.

I, uh...
I met him o-outside the hotel.

Paid him,
and he gave me the key card.

Regular client?

Different girls every time?

Different girls.

I ran into him downstairs...

at the elevator.

And I told him
she was dead.

He went up.

Name.

(pounds on desk):
Name!

TONY:
Davey Chen Importing Company.

Kept himself pretty clean.

A couple of misdemeanors,

no felonies,
nothing to suggest

he was involved in the sex trade
of underage girls.

Got enough to arrest him
for murder?

No physical evidence.

His word against Nelson's.

Let's go kick his door down
and find some evidence.

We do that, Tony,
we lose those girls.

Could have lost them already.

Slave traders move their girls
all the time.

They could be on their way
to Vegas now, or dead.

Send someone in undercover.

I'll do it.

No.

We need someone
closer to home.

DiNozzo.
TONY:
Boss.

Give me $25,000.

Check or plastic?

Cash.
On it.

Mr. Palmer,
where did you and...?

Oh, sorry, Doctor.

Where did you and Agent Lee go?

I didn't go anywhere
with Agent Lee.

I signed Sergeant Wright's
medical records

and then she left.

Did she sprint out of here?

She was in a hurry.

Well, evidently so were you.

When I looked up
from washing my hands,

both you and she
had disappeared

and Agent Gibbs
was standing here.

Where did you hurry off to?

The restroom.

And you've been in there
all this time?

I have a gastrointestinal
challenge.

Oh, well, I believe
there's a bottle

of subsalicylate...

I drank that.

What? All of it?

I didn't want to spend the whole
day sitting in the restroom.

That won't hurt me, will it?

Well, no, but you're
going to feel

as if you've been
on bread and water for a week.

Pardon?

Well, the old
naval punishment

of bread and water
for a week

was not to punish

by depriving
the offending sailor

of food, as much

as to plug up his
gastrointestinal tract.

(shouting):
That is awful!

I... aw!

Mr. Palmer, I'm not deaf.

I'm sorry, Doctor.

It's just the thought
of punishing someone that way,

just sound so uncivilized.

Did those doors just
open and shut?

I don't think so, no.

Strange.

Very strange.

It's just that she's never
been undercover, boss.

She's a highly trained
NCIS special agent.

She's more probie
than even Probie.

She's got excellent back-up.

Me?

Ziva.

You are causing quite
a stir on the Hill.

Underage dead girls

and congressional aides
make people nervous.

Good.

She looks the part.

Just like a...

ZIVA:
Whore?

Courtesan.

Are you sure you're
ready for this?

I saw the girl
in autopsy.

Yeah, I'm ready.

Okay. McGee.

Separate radio transmitter
and GPS

built into the lining.

Pressure switch on the handle
turns it off

if they sweep for bugs.

Turns it back on when
they're finished.

SHEPARD:
Chen's going to be
suspicious

of everyone.

Particularly if someone
like Agent Lee

shows up.

We need something else, McGee.

Got just the thing.

Hey, Jimmy.
Hey.

DiNozzo...

In position, boss.

Target has entered the building.

GPS locked on.

SHEPARD:
MTAC standing by, Agent Gibbs.

It's your call.

We are in play.

Excuse me.

We're closed.

Even for a cash customer,

Mr. Chen?

What do you want?

CHEN:
And who are you?

I don't know you
or your sister.

Maybe this will help
you remember.

Lee's killed the transmission.

They're sweeping her for bugs.

She'll resume the transmission
when it's clear.

GIBBS:
Stand by, Tony.

No contact in 30 seconds,
we're going in.

Got you, boss.

15 seconds.

20 seconds...

25 seconds.

Come on, Lee, turn us back on.

LEE:
$25,000.

Another 25
when I get my sister back.

CHEN:
And what makes you think
I have your sister?

Must be another Davey Chen
I'm looking for.

What's her name?

She's 14 years old
from Fujian Province.

I don't know what
you call her,

by my family calls
her Xiu Mei.

You're a long way
from home.

So is she.

But I wasn't abducted off
my parent's farm.

Too old.

That's a lot of money
for the daughter of a farmer.

I work in Shanghai.
I'm good at what I do.

American businessmen
show their appreciation.

Do we have a deal?

Come with me.

Game on.

We've lost the signal.

She turned it off?

I can't tell.

Who do you work for?

I'm here for my sister.

Talk to me, McGee.

Yeah, working on it, boss.

FBI?

Police?

You don't think I came
alone, do you?

You're alone now.

They can't hear you.

This room--

is protected against bugs.

That's her
back-up camera.

There's interference.

They're in a screened room.
It's jamming the signal.

Gibbs, we've got a problem.

DiNozzo, cover the back door.
We're going in.

Got it.

She's moving.

Exiting a door.

Clear.
Clear.

Clear.

DiNozzo, they're gone.
Anything?

Nothing, boss.
They didn't come out this way.

We're only getting intermittent
video signals.

Aerial surveillance is negative.

They're definitely on the move.

Gibbs, check for
a basement entrance.

They've gone underground.

What exactly are we looking for?

Trapdoor.

Anything.

All right, we're
getting picture back.

Maybe some kind of tunnel.

There.

Playing it back.

T-O-L-L...

something.

Could be an I.

Maybe a K.

Toll...

Toll Bridge Trading.

Women's shoes.

2570 Third Street

Northwest.

Jethro, 2570

Third Street, Northwest.
Gibbs.

Clear.
Tony, go, go.

We've got the tunnel.

Okay, two minutes, boss.

LEE:
What is this, a warehouse?

He's shutting down
his operation.

Where are the girls?

Put her in the truck

along with the others.

Federal agents!

Freeze!

Stay down.

Put the weapon down.

Nice work, Probie.

They're in the truck.

(women gasping)

Unbelievable.

(sobbing)

(speaking Chinese)

"The bum tried to be a hero."

Brian Wright.

Sergeant Brian Wright.

Bronze Star, Purple Heart,

United States Marine Corps.

He was a hero.

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