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(alarm blaring)

WOMAN (on P.A.):
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wing, second level-- Code Red.

Floor supervisor report
to station immediately.

This is a Code Red.

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(martial arts yells)

Come on, Iron Fist, hit me
with your best shot.

Could you be careful, please?
This is number 14.

It's the first appearance
of Sabertooth.

Does that make you
want to hit me?

It's really tempting.

But I think I'm gonna pass.
Maybe Ziva'll do it.

Maybe Ziva will do what?

I been working on
my six-pack.

You know... abs.

You and Abby have
been drinking?

No, abdominals.
No more beer gut for me.

I been training hard-core,

getting the core
hard-carved.

Hard as wood.
To match your head.

You know,
I think you're afraid

that if you hit me
as hard as you could,

I'd think I was being tickled
with a feather.

I will take a swing
at your six-pack.

Oh, well...

It's more like a four-pack
and then there's this one

sort of long, stubborn
one-- never mind.

Do it.

As hard as she can?

As hard as you can.

You know
that's how Houdini died.

Ziva, did you kill Houdini?
It is possible.

I do not remember
all their names.

Okay, hold on.

(rhythmically exhaling)

(snorting)

(holding breath):
Okay, do it.

GIBBS:
Escaped mental patient.

Exactly what
I'm thinking, boss.

GIBBS:
Bethesda Naval Hospital.

Attacked an orderly,
busted up the place.

Come on, let's go.

Hey, come on,
I don't need the rescue.

Seriously,
give me your best shot.

Right now.

(Ziva grunts, Tony yells)

(laughing)

Oh, yeah! Not bad.

Not as good as
Gibbs, though.

Cramped quarters.
In-patient wing.

It's a secure unit.

Least it's meant to be.
How long's he been here?

Got shipped home from Iraq
about two weeks ago.

He's been receiving treatment
for post-traumatic stress.

What happened to him?

Beats the hell
out of me.

Guy didn't talk much.

But that's typical
of PTSD.

The shrink's
been trying

to get him to open up
as part of his treatment.

What's the other part?

Meds-- combination of
antidepressant paroxetine

and mild sedatives
to help him sleep.

Might want to consider something
a little stronger.

He did this with
his bare hands?

Yeah.
ZIVA:
Impressive.

Outside.

You already done in here?
Yeah.

Don't need to look the
one place we know he's not.

Corporal Damon Werth,
Force Recon,

part of the Second Marines
stationed in Ramadi.

Transferred out 15 days ago,
ahead of his unit.

Brief stops at Ramstein Air Base
in Germany, then here.

What happened after
he went out the window?

He jacked a ride pulling
out of the driveway.

Where's the driver?

Uh... there was a lot
going on, I...

Where's the driver?!

I don't know.

Boss, I could pull up
the exterior cameras--

might be able
to see something.

In fact,
I could probably

be doing that right now,
instead of talking about it.

TONY:
All right,
listen up, people.

Our fugitive has been on the run
for 90 minutes.

It has been three hours, Tony.

Average foot speed
over uneven ground,

barring injuries,
is four miles per hour.

He's not on foot.
He's in a car.

What I need from each
and every one of you

is a hard-target search

of every gas station,
residence,

warehouse, farmhouse, henhouse,

outhouse and doghouse
in the area.

Our fugitive has a name
and it is...

Corporal Damon Werth.

MCGEE:
Hey.

The Tommy Lee Jones speech--

every time we have
a fugitive-- really?

GIBBS:
He's not just
a fugitive.

Werth took a hostage.

Who?

MCGEE:
Dr. Adrian De La Casa.

BOLO out on his car.

De La Casa's one of the
attending psychiatrists

on the ward; had the
graveyard shift.

Involved in Werth's treatment?

Might help his chances.

He knows who he's dealing with.

TONY:
At least someone does.

What does De La Casa
think of Werth?

Well... patient
exhibits paranoia,

delusional fantasies,
hyperactivity,

tendency towards
violent outbursts.

What does Werth think
of De La Casa?

Doesn't say.

I think I'm staring at the man
in charge right now.

You are?

I'm gonna find out
what Corporal Werth's status is.

So are we.
Shh, shh.

Yes, sir.

Apologies.

Senator Hawkins. Ray Vincent.

Senator's
Public Affairs.

You're Gibbs?

You need to
work fast.

This could be a
potential PR disaster.

It's always
my primary concern.

See, the thing is,
in three days,

the senator is scheduled
to give Corporal Werth

the Silver Star.

Your missing
Marine's a hero.

When you're dealing with a guy
on the run, you gotta

climb inside his head;
think his thoughts.

What would he do?
Where would he go?

Did a one-armed man
murder his wife?

Would he dress up like a clown
and join a traveling circus?

Like Jimmy Stewart in
The Greatest Show on Earth.

Do any of your ideas
come from reality?

Sure.
Just not your reality.

Could you try to zero in
on Werth's reality?

Considering that the dude
skipped the loony bin,

maybe a little bit of non-linear

fuzzy logic is the key
to tracking him.

Maybe he was accused of a crime
he didn't commit

and is trying to promptly escape
to the Los Angeles underground.

He's not the A-Team, McGee.

He might be-- aside from
a single medical incident

that delayed his career,

Corporal Werth is your poster
boy for the Marine Corps.

Performance evals?

Rapid improvement
in every facet

since he enlisted
four years ago:

Strength, speed, stamina,
mental acuity, everything.

Steady promotion up the ranks;
due to make Sergeant.

The only time Werth has
been away from the Marines

was to go to England for
a joint training exercise

with British SAS.

That was his vacation?

How did he do?
GIBBS:
He aced it.

I have to brief the senator
and then try

to run interference
with the media.

You'll update me
every half hour, yes?

The clock
is ticking on this, people.

Sophie-- yeah--
let the senator know

that I just met with NCIS
and it's under control.

The suit fill you in
on what happened in Iraq?

Werth's unit was ambushed
and captured.

He was being tortured
when he broke loose.

He killed
his interrogators

and carried all three
of his men to safety.

Wow.
GIBBS:
Yeah.

Leathernecks
nicknamed him

"Corporal Punishment."

What else you got?

Werth's life.

Locations of interest.

Boot camp
at Parris Island,

stationed at Quantico
then LeJeune

before shipping out overseas.

Family?

Unmarried.
No siblings.

His father is retired SAS,

mother is
a behavioral therapist.

They live in Michigan.

Senator Hawkins' home state.

Friends in the area?

Yeah, I don't think
he had any friends

outside of the Corps, boss.

Dr. De La Casa?

Navy Captain.

Resides in Reston, Virginia.

He works at Bethesda.

So he'd have to take

the Dulles Toll Road every day.

So he would have a
SmartTag-- McGoo.

TONY:
Scanned on 267 yesterday.

Again this morning,
entering Virginia.

Tried to triangulate
De La Casa's cell,

but it's either
switched off

or Werth's laying low in
the countryside, out of range.

(computer trilling)

Wait-- SmartTag--
just entered the District.

Try his cell again.

(phone line ringing)

Hello?

WERTH:
Who is this?

Gibbs. NCIS.

I'm looking for a
Dr. Adrian De La Casa.

Well, look harder.

(line clicks, dial tone)

Northwest DC.

If he leaves his cell on,
I can get an exact location.

Do it on the way.

(banging in distance)

(banging continues)

(banging,
muffled moaning)

Just lights.

Dr. De La Casa?

Yes.

I thought you were him
coming back.

Where'd he go?

I don't know.

He did something with my
laptop and disappeared.

What's with the lights?

Boss?

Now he knows
what we look like.

I kept trying
to get through to him,

but he didn't seem
to recognize me.

Well, it's not unusual
for PTSD victims

to exhibit
dissociative behavior.

You're the medical examiner?
I am.

But I have also done
an extensive study

of the science of
psychological profiling.

Well, the patient...

Corporal Werth.

Werth...

He didn't speak for some time
after he took the wheel.

He seemed confused
by his surroundings.

Well, what gave you
that impression?

He kept mumbling something about
sand or the lack thereof.

Expected to find
himself in the desert.

I believe so.

I tried to talk to him;
he stopped the car,

and accused me of
manipulating the environment.

Of making him see things
that weren't there.

Why you?
He may have thought

I was a voice in his head.

Obviously, I tried
to convince him otherwise.

He subdued me, bound me.

You didn't resist.

I was afraid for my life.

He picked up
on that fear.

Made him feel in control.

He could've been riding
an adrenaline high

following his escape.

Then he asked about PFCs
Whitney, Stone and Heatherton.

The other men in his unit.
He wanted

to know where they were,
where we were keeping them.

Where are you keeping them?

We're not keeping them.

Oh, hey, boss.

McGee managed

to blah, blah, blah--
computer-geek stuff--

and he figured out
that the video feed
was being accessed

from a public site
a few blocks from the garage.

While he watched us.

Yep, that is
exactly true.

Last files accessed
on De La Casa's laptop were...

Patient logs.

Yeah.

How'd you...?

(chuckles)

Uh, three names
in particular...

Whitney, Stone,
and Heatherton.

Well, that's kind of creepy,
that you can...

Whitney and Heatherton
were treated and released

for wounds sustained
in combat.

Transferred to LeJeune
for redeployment.

Stone?

Eh, his injuries
were the most severe.

He's undergoing rehabilitative
physical therapy at Walter Reed.

Werth is on his way there.

What, is he going to break out
of one hospital

just to break into another one?

I'm going to go
warm up the car.

Jethro, Werth's behavior
is consistent with
post-traumatic stress.

But he didn't harm
De La Casa unnecessarily.

He still had the mental capacity
to booby trap the car.

Well, it shows that somewhere
in his mind,

he's operating clearly.

It's his training, Ducky.

As a syndrome, PTSD is
in its infancy,

even though the symptoms
had long been recognized

by returning soldiers.

Shell shock.

Yeah. Well, there was
a landmark legal case--

The Buffalo Creek Disaster.

A West Virginia coal mining
community was utterly destroyed

when a dam gave way
during a heavy rainstorm.

Psychologists descended
upon the ruined valley

to identify the common malady
that afflicted the survivors.

Nightmares,
insomnia, paranoia,

depression,
memory loss.

You know
the symptoms well.

Now, I'm of the opinion
that Werth is replaying

a scenario
that he's already completed.

He thinks he's still at war?

Well, it's not uncommon
for PTSD victims to respond

to a trigger of some sort.

I've read accounts
of Buffalo Creek survivors

where they became hysterical
at the mere sound

of raindrops
on a tin roof.

You think Werth has
a trigger, Ducky?

I think you should be careful.

McGee, David--

perimeter.

WOMAN:
That's it, Nate.

Don't be afraid to put
all your weight on it.

It feels weird.

It'll feel less weird
once you get used to it.

PFC Stone?
Yes, sir.

Call me
when you're done.

Thanks, Karen.

You heard from
Corporal Werth?

Got him in a brig
at Bethesda.

They won't even let me in
to see him.

Mm. He broke out
this morning.

Good.
He's not a prisoner.

Shouldn't have been treated
that way in the first place.

He may try
to find you.

Hope he does.
He saved my life.

I'd give it right back to him
if he needed it.

'Cause of him, I might even be
able to return to combat.

You do that, Devil Dog.

Oo-Rah.

Corporal Werth doesn't
realize that he ever left.

He thinks
you're in trouble.

Corporal wouldn't hurt me.

Yeah, but would he hurt
someone else

if they got in his way?

What do you want from me?

MCGEE:
Well, let's see
what we've got here.

Cameras on the north
and south gates.

Possible point of entry
from the fire escape.

ZIVA:
That's odd.
Dr. De La Casa--

I thought he was
headed home.

Why would he come here?

He didn't.

Werth has his badge.

(phone line ringing)

Gibbs, Werth is here.

I know.

WERTH:
Drop your weapons!

Kick 'em away.

You don't want to
do this, Corporal.

Nate, come on,
we're getting out of here.

I'm okay, Corporal.
I'm safe.

Stop moving.

We're not.
The other two!

PFC Stone, get up now!
That's an order!

Your leg.

Left it
in the desert.

Remember?

You carried me
out on your back.

GIBBS:
Corporal,
you're safe now.

You and your men,
you rescued them.

We're here to help you.

STONE:
Trust him, Damon.

He's a grunt.

He's one of us?

We have to take you
into custody.

You understand that?

GIBBS:
Put it down.

McGee, back off!

Boss...

STONE:
Damon, don't do it! Damon!

No, don't shoot him!
Don't shoot him!
Sit down!

STONE:
Damon!

GIBBS:
Stay down!

Oh, my God!
Oh, my God! Oh, my God!

Oh, my God! Oh, my God!
Oh, my God!

Oh, my God! Oh, my God!
Oh, my God! Oh, my God...

(gasps)
Abby.

Oh, my God! Oh, my God!
Oh, my God...

Abby!

Calm down!

Tony has a broken nose.

McGee has a dislocated shoulder.

But we caught the guy.

What is he even doing here?

He should be locked up.
He's an animal.

He's not an animal.

He's a man.

Are you defending him?

He attacked for no reason.

The guy's
a killing machine.

He's a Marine.

Who was willing to give up
everything for his country.

We have a responsibility to him.

Oh, spare me the
samurai code of honor.

Noble respect for your
combatant, it's admirable,

but he tried to kill Tony
and he tried to McGee.

Oh, my God. Oh, my God.
Oh, my God...

And me, too.

Believe me,
we are fine.

Calm down.

Ziva, can't you just let
me get it out for a second?

I mean,
I'm not like you.

I'm not some totally
emotionless perfect warrior.

God...

Agent Gibbs,
you've met Karen Sutherland.

Briefly.

You okay?

I'm fine.

How are your people?

They're busted up a little,
they'll be all right.

Ms. Sutherland is a research and
development engineer at Biotech.

Defense contract.

I specialize in
next-generation prostheses,

designing, fitting,
modifications.

Lot of business lately.

Too much, unfortunately.

But we're trying to create
something positive

out of all the loss.

Have you seen your share
of traumatized warriors?

Mm-hmm.

I'm sure, 30 years ago,
most of the returning vets

you work with would have died
in the field.

Well, broken bodies
are easier to heal

than broken minds.

My company also develops
alternative therapies

to treat the
psychological conditions.

Competition for DARPA funding
must be intense.

If I may-- what's going
to happen to Corporal Werth

now that he's
in your custody?

Why exactly do
you want to know?

Personal curiosity.

It seems a great
many people are interested

in Werth's well-being.

I've had several calls
from Senator Hawkins' office,

about a Silver Star
presentation.

Werth abducted
a Navy medical officer,

assaulted Federal agents.

But you don't intend
to charge him.

He was not in his right mind.

Then he should probably go back
to the shrinks.

For all
the good it did

the first time around.

What would you have us do
with him, Ms. Sutherland?

Well, that's not my place.

I just witnessed
his incident.

It was frightening.

I'm concerned.

We all are.

What do you intend to do with
Corporal Werth, Agent Gibbs?

Talk to him....

Marine to Marine.

(groaning)

(snarling, panting)

Why didn't you have
that looked at in the ER?

I am fine.

You shouldn't
be embarrassed.

Invincibility is not
a human characteristic.

Gibbs is going
to interrogate him?

Yes. I'm sure that Gunnery
Sergeant Gibbs has a notion

of how to get through to
Corporal Werth's troubled mind.

(door opens, closes)

You got yourself
in a mess, Corporal.

Gonna have to get yourself out.

What seems to be
the problem?

What seems to be
the problem, Marine?!

I want to kill someone, sir!

Anyone in particular?

Anyone will do, sir.

Does that feel right
to you, son?

No, sir.

It does not.

I'm not right, sir.

But it's not my fault.

Tell me what it feels like.

Needles and pills.

Needles and pins?

No, sir.
Needles and pills.

They put a cloud
in my head.

It's dark behind my eyes.

I can't see in there.

Who drugged you?

I don't know.

I can't find it.

I can't... remember.

You got to help me.

At ease, son.

I will.

His symptoms
are in no way

exclusive
to post-traumatic stress.

You believe him?
Irritability,

delusion, hostility--

all of these could be
an adverse reaction

to any number
of medications.

And in his field evaluation,
I find references

to anxiety, paranoia,

and they all predate
his capture.

Too long in Iraq?

I do not get the impression
he suffered in the field.

Yes. That does seem
to be his natural habitat.

Look, you have
established a rapport.

Perhaps you could convince him

to part with urine
and blood samples.

I made a promise
to this Marine.

Plan to keep it.

So, I guess he's a liar, too.

Other than low concentrations
of sedatives

and anti-depressants,
his blood was clean of drugs.

Well, the results
of Werth's urinalysis

should confirm that then.

Oh! I can't just

turn off one part
of my head right now

and turn on the other part.

Abby...

(computer beeping)

You know what?

I don't even care.

Abby, Abby, I need
you to draw upon

that considerable
capacity that you have

for empathy,
for a moment.

I don't want
to help him.

This young man you
deem to be a villain

may, in fact,
be a victim.

What are we looking for?

Probenecid, spironolactone,

furosemide and any other

uricosurics
and diuretics.

Masking agents.

Oh, look at me.

Like Jack Nicholson
in Chinatown.

Oh, stupid can.

You know what happened
to the kitty cat

who got too curious?

(imitates Nicholson):
Don't make me

break out my Jack,
'cause I will.

Straw?

No, I'm good.
I got the one arm.

Thank you.

(laughing):
Maybe it was
you, McGee.

The one-armed man?

Thought it was one
of those vets we met

at the Walter
Reed Hospital.

Wrong case, Tony.

We even have a case?

We already got the guy.

What are we doing?

What did we miss?

What's happening?

They gave him
painkillers.

Oh.

My fingers
are finging.

Hmm.
(elevator bell dings)

Ooh, you
hear that?

Ah. Excellent work, Agent Gibbs.

You will be receiving
a commendation from the...

Where is he?

Orders from SecNav.

Werth is being transferred
back to Bethesda.

The doctor will see to him.

Make sure he's presentable
for your photo-op?

The man is entitled
to his medal.

All you care about
is selling the war.

You don't support the war?

I support the men fighting it.

Jethro, a complex series

of masking agents
hampered detection,

but we've managed
to find Oxymetholone

stacked with nandrolone.

In addition,
countless other compounds

that we have yet
to identify.

Anabolic steroids.

Steroids?

Yeah.

Well, testosterone levels
far beyond

even the most reckless
of bodybuilders.

The science at work here
is very advanced,

with every indication that
it's been going on for years.

Werth's behavior is
likely the result

of steroid-induced
psychosis.

Someone is using
that Marine as a lab rat.

Abby's mapping
Werth's blood work.

Already found a bunch
of steroids, well covered.

Would have been masked from
standard drug testing.

Drug testing's big bucks,
McGiggle.

NFL, NBA, Major League
Baseball-- they all face

the same problem.
Don't forget
the Tour de France.

Oh, how could I?

Those short little shorts.

ZIVA:
He could have
been injected

his entire career.

Werth is not just a Marine
with post-traumatic stress.

Someone has tried to
create a super-soldier.

He's in a hospital bed.

Weak. 19 years old.

He's just been rejected
by the Corps.

His dream of becoming a Marine
over before it starts.

Because he's Four F, has
an anemic blood disorder.

Three years later,
he's ripping through boot camp.

Attending physician

calls the improvement in
his blood-cell count miraculous.

It's not a miracle,
it's an experiment.

Someone turned Damon Werth
into Captain America.

Werth's Swiss cheese brain means

he can't name
the mad scientist.

Any chance
the attending

was Dr. De La Casa?
No such luck.

As far as I can tell,

they didn't cross paths
till a couple weeks ago.

Then who? Who would benefit
from an experiment like this?

Well, there's big money
in pharmaceuticals.

What?

Find out what kind
of research

the Biotech corporation
does, and everything

on Karen Sutherland.

DiNozzo...
Yeah, boss.

You're with me.

The pursuit of juicy government
contracts spurs a lot of R&D.

Yeah, it runs
the gamut from pills

that will keep a person awake
for days at a time

to biomechanical
exoskeletons

to nanoparticle technology.

TONY:
A hell of a company.

(imitates Connery):
I feel like James Bond
walking into Q's laboratory.

GIBBS:
Well, DARPA's money did pay

for night vision,
lasers and stealth.

And the Internet.

That's a light-emitting diode.

It speeds
the healing process.

Might help
the damaged cartilage

in your nose,
Agent DiNozzo.

Your company builds
super-soldiers.

Not a term we use
in-house, Agent Gibbs.

Connotes killing power.

Our mission is to increase

human effectiveness,
durability and longevity.

Hmm. What point
in the development process

do you begin field testing
on human subjects?

Oh, we're subject
to government oversight.

TONY:
Oh, that's too bad.

All these cool toys, and

someone else tells you
how to play with 'em.

Can I ask you a question?

You ever jump the gun a bit
with the, uh, magic pills?

Cut through the red tape?
Work out the kinks?

In-house?

Corporal Werth.

His condition is
pharmaceutically-based.

Steroids.

I appreciate you've taken

a special interest
in his case.

Oh, and you, too.

Well, he's
highly decorated.

You're highly
decorated.

Silver Star?

That's a lot in common.

You've done your research.

It's the word on my door.

Well, he is a Marine,

and you're an ex-Marine.

No such thing
as ex-Marines.

Put our lives in
each other's hands,

accept that you're part
of something greater.

That sounds like a religion.

No...

More a faith.

Well, steroids
are extremely hazardous.

Carry many
health risks.

I wish I could help you,
Agent Gibbs, but...

our company does not conduct
dangerous experiments

on human test subjects.

In case you
were wondering,

he doesn't really care
about the medals.

I keep his in a drawer.

ZIVA:
She's lying.

Of course she is.

They do human testing
on power drinks.

Why not Biotech?

Abby, I really...
I need my arm

to access these
financial records.
Oh!

You have nothing to do?

I created a blueprint
of all the compounds

that Werth was given.

If you can find me an existing
experiment, I can match it

and prove that he was
their guinea pig.

I need to get Biotech to open
their ultra-secret books.

If there's anything you can do
that could get you off of me...

Tony!

I'm so glad you...

Smell like garbage.

TONY:
Yeah.

I know. I was going

through Karen
Sutherland's trash.

Find anything?

She recycles
and composts.

Who composts?

ABBY:
Those a pretty
extreme lengths

to go to for this guy.

But... I understand now.

No true warrior
should be felled by

invisible forces.

It's dishonorable.

And that other thing I said--

I know that's
not really true.

What does that mean?

What she just said.

What other thing?

That I do not have feelings.

I do have feelings,
though I do not express myself

the way Abby does.

No one expresses themself
the way Abby does.

Themself?

Themselves? Themself.

Shh. What were you having
feelings about?

You just said
you were having feelings?

I said I have feelings.

Not that I am having feelings.

That is a pretty sophisticated
grammatical differentiation.

Don't change the subject
with your big words, McNerd.

Ziva said she had a feeling.

Tell us about this feeling.

What was this feeling?

I felt, uh... overwhelmed--

temporarily--
which does not

often happen to me,

when we were wrestling
with Werth.

What?

What-What is this look?

MCGEE:
Nothing.

You like him.

I thought he was powerful.

You really like him.
No.

I am saying he is stronger
than any man I have encountered,

but strength should not decide
a battle.

There is a weapon
for every fight.

You itching for a rematch?

Want to roll around on the
ground with him some more?

I am trying to describe
something complicated.

It's not complicated, Ziva.
It's Conan.

To her Red Sonja?

Nice.

It only lasted a moment.

TONY:
You had a moment.

A moment and a feeling.

And a smack
to the head.

Broken nose,
dislocated shoulder.

It's been a banner day.

GIBBS:
Easy on the painkillers,

DiNozzo.

Uh, Director have
any luck, boss?

Public affairs guy
is stonewalling.

His main concern
is keeping Werth

docile for the ceremony.

They don't want
to know how he got that way.

Or they know already.

What do we know?

MCGEE:
Well, looks like
Karen Sutherland is

the bleeding heart
she appears to be.

ZIVA:
Volunteer consultant

with Doctors
Without Borders.

Donates to several charities
for the mentally disabled.

If she's got a fault,
it's that she cares too much.

McGEE:
Which is something
we might

be able to exploit, boss.

I told you that
information
is proprietary.

I can't discuss it with you.

Cutting-edge research.

Financial temptation must
be hard to resist.

You're wasting your
time if you think
I'm selling secrets.

McGee.
You spent your summer

traveling through Africa
with a team of doctors.

You've been poking
around my life?

Only fair.

This report from the
World Health Organization

features several children
who received treatment

for land mine injuries.

Called their rapid healing
"miraculous."

I hear "miracle,"

I look for answers.

Can't just take it
on faith, huh?

You didn't sell any secrets.

You gave them away for free.

Your heart's
in the right place.

Your LED device is low-cost,
highly effective,

but it is corporate property.

The super-soldier program.

If anything on this
comes back to me,

my career is over.

Hope it answers all
your questions.

You could've just asked nicely.

This is nicely.

Platelet acceleration,

human growth hormone
and cybernetic implants.

These people have read
way too many sci-fi comics.

Some of these experiments
are more "fi" than "sci."

One of them makes people
glow in the dark.

What do we got?

Um, a couple of surprises.

Good or bad?

Well, would it surprise
you to learn that

Karen Sutherland has reviewed

every single human research
project at her company

since you met with her?

Time stamps on the files
she downloaded.

Worried her company
might be responsible.

Are they?
For a lot of questionable

experiments, definitely.

But as far as our guy...

This is the map

I compiled of all the chemical
compounds that are running

through Werth's blood.

This is a blueprint
of the chemical compounds

the Biotech Corporation
is experimenting with.

None of them match.
No.

Werth's not their test subject.

Sutherland'll be relieved.
She's not responsible.

Someone else is.

TONY:
Well, the Director
managed to get a list

of every super-soldier
proposal competing

for funding from DARPA.
GIBBS:
None involved steroids.

Whatever's been done
to Werth was, uh,

somebody's pet project,
but they didn't leave a trail.

He's the only evidence the
experiment ever took place.

The only one
who knows who did it.

TONY:
If he could remember.

MCGEE:
So if the experiment went wrong,

and Werth's behavior
over the past several days

would suggest it has,
then if he does remember...

He's in danger.

We need to protect him.

All that's standing in
our way is a senator
and the entire

military medical complex.

I'm sure they'll
be happy to see us.

Oh, no.

Uh, nothing, sir.

I'm losing you--
sunspots, X-rays, tunnel.

Agent Gibbs, you
and your team are not

welcome here.
You are not to interfere

with Corporal Werth's
treatment.

I'll have you forcibly removed!

Oh... sorry about that.

Clumsy. Not supposed
to use those in a hospital.

Especially my hospital.

DE LA CASA:
Corporal Werth is safe here.

Except perhaps from himself.

You'll excuse us if we don't
take you at your word.

Look, I'm taking every measure
to rectify past mistakes.

I'm ashamed to admit
I missed a diagnosis.

You verified
Dr. Mallard's findings.

Werth is on a rapid
detox program

which should flush his system

of the steroids
in three to five days.

There a reason we had to do
all your work for you?

We try our best, but we can't
keep up with the numbers.

We don't have the time
or the facilities

to extend that type of attention
to every patient

who presents with PTSD.

I want to see him.

He's under heavy sedation.
He's fine.

No, she asked to
see the patient.

Probably not a good idea
to stand in her way.

MCGEE:
Geez.

TONY:
Wow.

What, no funny
movie reference?

It's not funny.

DE LA CASA:
The I.V. contains

clonazepam while his system
clears itself.

Can he speak?

He's somewhat clear
when he's awake.

Is his mind returning?

I hope so.

Corporal Werth?

Damon?

Where am I?

Hospital.

What's all this?

We're getting the steroids
out of you.
Steroids?

Yeah. You remember?

Who did this to you?

Who did this to me?

GIBBS:
Damon?

Damon? Hey, Damon?

DE LA CASA:
Like I said, he's very weak.

Damon!

(alarm beeping)

Wait-- this isn't right.

What's happening?
The system's crashing.

It's set too high.

What is that?

Adrenaline.

Hold him down!

Restrain him!

Hold him! Hold him!

Give it to him.

You're gonna be
all right, Marine.

He's pulling
a Pulp Fiction.
On the Hulk.

(gasping, grunting)

(roaring)

(snarling, panting)

(grunting quiets)

What just happened?
DE LA CASA:
I don't understand this.

His machine was cranked up
to the wrong level.

The sedative was poisoning him.

So you tried
to kill him?

Bury the evidence of your
little science experiment?

I don't understand this--
I set the rate,

wrote the orders clear as day.

Who carries out
your orders?

TONY:
Jenkins!

Going down?

(grunting)

I said going down.

You should probably
stay down.

Ooh, that's
a nice watch.

A little ostentatious
for my tastes.

Must've been hell
to pay for.

Especially on
an orderly's salary.

Found a loophole
in the system.

Doctors
fill out orders.

You take the drugs
from the pharmacy.

But occasionally,
they don't make it

to their intended destination.

Yeah, you made quite
a little business

out of that,
haven't you?

What is the street value
of, uh, Nandrolone,

and Oxymetholone
and Winstrol?

You even know
what these things do?

Liver, kidney disease,
sterility, roid rage.

This guy here...

beat his wife
half to death.

At least three
others are dead.

They're all patients of yours.

They did that to themselves.

Werth goes off
the reservation,

the cops are circling
the hospital.

And then someone amps
his machine up to 11.

I don't know what
happened, all right?

These things can be
unreliable sometimes.

Didn't want Werth
to start talking about

who was sticking
the needle in him?

Listen, I didn't stick the
needle in any of those guys.

Who did?

I'm embarrassed by my behavior.

It doesn't even feel
like me in my memory.

We have determined the source
of the steroids,

but not who did
this to you.

You remember?

It hasn't come back yet.
Disappointing.

ZIVA:
Would have to be someone
close to you,

someone who has been with
you wherever you go.

Perhaps someone in your unit.

We have to investigate them.

Unless you remember
who it is.

Courage doesn't have anything
to do with medals.

It's simple.

You run to the gunfire,
not away from it.

I don't know what I'd do, Gunny,
if I couldn't be a Marine.

It's in my blood.

I can't imagine
how it felt.

When your own blood was
keeping you out.

ZIVA:
The orderly was just your
most recent supplier.

You gave yourself the steroids.

And the masking agents,

so no one would ever find out.

All so you could become some...
super-Marine.

No.

Just a Marine.

That's it.
Ceremony's off.

You're canceling it?
Have to.

The senator can't step
on stage with that guy.

He won't get the medal?

That's up to the Marine Corps,
but I sincerely doubt it.

He'll be lucky
to be just discharged.

This is a nightmare.

(phone rings)

Ray Vincent.

VINCENT:
When?

Great!
I'm on my way.

(clattering)

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