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TEACHER:
The first main character
in Milton's epic

is... Satan!

[person coughing]

Can anybody tell me

what his most
famous quote is?

[whispers]:
Paul!

Anybody at all?

Ooh.
[boy clears his throat]

Aha.

[throats clearing]

[air horn blows, laughter]

"Better to reign

in Hell than
to serve in Heaven."

Although neither option
is available to you right now.

All right, the next two

I think you can
probably guess:

Adam and Eve.

Now, this is really
their story.

How they lost their place

in the Garden of Eden.

[children groaning]
And...

Oh, come on.

It's not that boring.

[sighing]

Well... [gasping]

[school bell rings]

[gasping]

Captioning sponsored by
CBS

Now, this is where the brain
trust of the entire unit sits.

Come on in,
come on in.

Please have
a seat.
Oh.

You notice how I've, uh...
I've angled my desk here

to get a good vantage point
of the entire team here.

Very important as an NCIS agent
to stay aware.

What's going on here?

We being replaced
with younger models?

I ama younger model.

If that was intended to hurt me,
you've succeeded.

And we are not being replaced.

They are
from Waverly University.

Oh, yeah, that's right.

Director Vance's
internship program.

WOMAN:
Wow.

That's not a good idea.

Feeds McGee's need
to have groupies.

I wouldn't get
too comfortable.

In fact, if I were you,

I'd head
to the nearest exit, pronto.

This is our, uh,
senior field agent,

very special agent
Anthony DiNozzo.

Vi-sat-di-nah.

I don't get it.
Indian?

It's an acronym
of your name.

It's how
she remembers things.

That is very unattractive.

So, why shouldn't we
get too comfortable?

Agent Gibbs is not, uh,
shall we say, fond of outsiders.

He's not gonna like you,
and frankly,

you're not gonna
like him, either.
Tony.

Why not?

See, I'm not going to answer
that question because,

if I do, he is going
to walk up and stand

right behind me
and make me regret it,

'cause that's
the way he works.

He slithers through
the grass like a snake.

He's not friendly.
He's oily...

[grunts]
GIBBS:
Done, DiNozzo?

Yes, boss. I was just thanking
the interns for coming by.

Good.
They're staying.

For the whole week.

They are?

Yeah. Knox--
you're Autopsy.
Yes!

Seelus, Forensics.

Zuse...

Boss, I will be happy
to take them.

So transparent.
Good, fine.

Tell 'em where to go.

Then gear up.
We got some kind

of gas leak at Quantico.

Spoke to the principal.

He said the strongest thing
they have on school property

is bleach,
which rules out an accident.

Security cameras?

Went off-line
before the attack.

Oh, that's convenient.

Pulling footage
from the last month.

Uh, might be
something there.

Yeah, well, find McGee.

Check out the ventilation
system.
Will do.

PRINCIPAL [over P.A.]:
Your attention, please.

This is Principal Reynolds...

There's no body, Duck.

Yes, I'm aware of that.

Only, my new intern was, uh,

quite persuasive
in her request

to see some
field work.

This is very exciting.

It actually kind of reminds me

of the time my grandmother
took me to the Netherlands.

Uh, the Netherlands?

Oh, yes, we
were staying

in a small hotel
in Rotterdam.

Anyway, there was
this awful smell wafting

from the air ducts.

DUCKY: A dead rat.KNOX: Bingo!

[both laughing]

Well, this has got
to be the source of the gas.

Jacked right
into the ventilation ducts.

See, now Conrad, after
we take the photos,

we'll, uh, gather
as much evidence

from the school
as we can.

Thought I was at least gonna
get out of school this week,

not go straight back to one.

McGee, I'm gonna go out
on a limb here

and say this is the timer.

Now, the very most important
thing is that

we take detailed
notes on places

where all the
evidence is found.

When do we go home?

Is there something wrong?

TONY:
Intern Conrad,

you do understand
that it's a crime

to lie
to a federal officer.

Look, all right,
I'm a finance major.

This really
isn't my speed.

So what are you doing here?

Well, I spent the summer
on my father's yacht.

Yacht?
And forgot to
register for classes.

This was the
only class that

fulfilled my public
affairs requirement.

And an internship
at NCIS was the only class?

The only class
that didn't meet on Fridays.

[chuckles]

What is this? What wasthis?

Is somebody...?

A practical joke or something?

Possibly.

It is also possible
it was an act of terrorism,

or a diversion to acquire
something of value here.

Hmm.

This building
always a school?

Oh, uh, no,
it used to be the armory.

Everything of value
is long gone.

No missing property.

Everyone is accounted for.

Nine teachers, 105 students.

Yeah. Oh, no.
Wait a minute. That's wrong.

No. There are 106 students
in this building.

ZIVA:
106?

Hey, boss, I.D.'s
been confirmed.

Missing girl's name
is Rebecca Mason. 13.

Lives in base housing
with her parents.They've been told?

Not yet. They're both deployed
on ships in the Gulf,

but, uh, we were
trying to reach 'em.

Who's she staying with?

Grandfather.
Bring him in?

Already on his way in.

Got McGee searching the base,

and I sent Ziva over
to Rebecca's house

to coordinate with the FBI.

Did I miss something?No.

Overstep my authority?

No.

Then what's wrong?

[computer chirps]

That's not enough.

Where's my granddaughter?

I don't know.

But we're gonna find her.

Your agent told me
what happened at the school.

Maybe Becca got scared

and ran off and hid
someplace on the base.

We're assuming
kidnapping.

I don't understand.

We're smack in the middle
of a Marine base.

They got all the security.

Well...

makes it hard,
not impossible.

[sighs]

They sure went
to a lot of trouble.

[sighs]

Can you tell me why?

Her mother
just came into some money.

Mm. How much?

We don't talk about that sort
of thing in our family.

But her dad just did buy

a brand-new
pickup truck.

I was driving it when
your people contacted me.

Me and Becca--

we were gonna go fly fishing
this weekend.

How many 13-year-old girls
do you know

that would give up a weekend

to go fly fishing
with their grandpa?

She sounds like a special girl.

My world, Agent Gibbs. My world.

Well, that's not gonna change.

Mm. I appreciate
your confidence.

[sighs]

But if you'd forgive
an old man's skepticism...

See, I was an insurance actuary

before I retired.

You Feds all have
the same track record

when it comes
to child abductions,

and it ain't good.

[phone ringing]

That's a sat number.

Could be her dad.

What am I gonna say?

You say that we're doing
everything we can.

Is that you, Nick?

No, I'm over at, uh, NCIS.

They're trying
to do everything they c--

I'll, uh...
meet you downstairs.

Yeah, I'm still here.

Also, you are not to
touch my computer,

my lab equipment,
my MP3 player,

my caf-POW!, my desk

or Burt, my farting hippo,
without my express

written consent.Well, how am I gonna
do anything?

And there's no cameras
or flash photography.

I don't have a camera.

And if I accidentally
turn my back to you,

you're to immediately
move back into my eye line.

Why don't I just
wear bells?

That's a really
good idea.

I mean, I'm sorry
about this.

I mean, Darren
worked out,

but I just
had problems

with people that have
been assigned to my lab.

[bells jingling]

It'll just be
better this way.

I, uh...

I'm not putting those on.

Oh, no. Actually, you are.

No. I'm not.

Except for the fact
that you are.

[elevator bell dings]

Abbs, I need
something fast.

To be continued.

Who are you, and
what have you done

with my "Gibbs that
doesn't like interns"?

Uh-huh.

The missing girl
still missing?
Yeah.

Okay, so, whoever
placed the cylinder

that knocked everyone out at
the school was wearing gloves,

so I wasn't able to
lift any fingerprints.

However, I was able

to electrostatically lift
a boot print from it.

Can you trace it?

Well, it's a work boot,

and I'm still working on it,

but it's what's inside
that gas cylinder

that's really gonna
oil your rifle.

[computer chirps]There are

very few chemical compounds

that would have the ability

for such widespread
anes... anes...

The ability to knock out
that many people.

And this is not
one of them.

I've never even heard
of this compound before.

Means no one else
has, either.

I've searched every
chemical registry known to man.

This is some sort of novel
formula, which means...

We're looking
for a chemist.

Expand the Amber Alert
to the Tri-State area.

We don't know what kind of
lead time they've got. Thanks.

[sighing]
Done. No matches.

Good. Now you can check these
names for any criminal records.

CONRAD:
You already did.

On the computer--
I-I saw you.

McGEE: Well, if you want to
learn the fundamentals, Conrad,

you need to do it
by yourself,

by hand, several times.

[whispers]:
Now you understand.

It feels good,
doesn't it?

Still no word
on the girl's BOLO.What about her house?

Uh, the FBI did not
find anything useful.

But they are set up just
in case there's a ransom call.

What did Abby find?

We're looking for someone
with a chemistry background.

Well, I can run
Quantico's visitor records

against work experience.

I will cross-reference
with educational training.

I'll keep trying to contact
the girl's parents.

Trying?

The ship is still
on radio silence.

What about the grandfather?

ZIVA: Mr. Mason left
when you went

to see Abby-- he said
he was going home.

Get him back in here.

What's up, boss?

He told me the parents called.

No way. Even if they did,
from what I understand,

the call has to get
routed through MTAC.

Um, this is odd.

There is no answer
at Mr. Mason's house.

The FBI, at least,
should be answering.

McGee.

Running a diagnostic
on the phone line.

All right, it got it.

The line's been forwarded
to another number.

Whose number?

It's a Skype number.

It's got no I.D.

Received a call
20 minutes ago.

But it's an
Internet phone call.

I'll bet the audio files are

still in the local
server's cache.

What does that mean?

Can I hear it?You can hear it.

Let's hear it.[tapping keys]

[distorted]:
If you want to see Rebecca
alive,

you do exactly as we say.

MAN:
Is that you, Nick?Is that the grandfather?

[electronic trilling]

GRANDFATHER:
Okay, I'm alone now.
Is Rebecca okay?

VOICE [distorted]:
Half a million in cash,
one hour,

alley on 59th and Osborne.

Come alone or she dies.

Meet's in the alley.

How we going in?

Quiet.

You heard him.

DiNozzo, Ziva,
take the flank.

McGee, you're with me.

Rendezvous was
ten minutes ago.

I know.Why didn't Mason

tell us the
kidnappers called?

Well, I don't think
he liked our track record.

He's in way over his head.

Got a lot of guts
coming out here alone.

Actually, he's got a lot
of guts being over 60

and owning a Skype phone.

Now that I
think about it,

not many guys his... age...

That's not Mason.

Dead guy's name is Eddie Lang--
no chemistry background,

but he does have a rep
as a gun for hire.

Video surveillance
from Quantico shows

he entered the base
using falsified credentials.

And Abby matched a print

she got off the gas
cylinder to his boot.

We've got our kidnapper.

You got one of 'em.

We found his vehicle--
maybe there is something in it

that will lead us
to the others.What about Mason?

No word on the BOLO yet,

and I don't think
there's gonna be.

I've been digging into
Mason's background--

turns out it's all fake.

The actuary
company where

he said he worked is
an empty shell company.

His tax returns

reference
bank accounts

that don't even exist--
it goes on and on.

Nothing about this
guy is real, boss.

Some kind of
retired spook?If he is,

he's not one of ours--
no one's ever heard of him.

So whose is he?

Yeah. Gibbs.

Sir, we have a call
from this Mason.

I'll be right up.

Mason just
called an MTAC.

You can ask him yourself.

GIBBS:
McGee, let's go.

You guys are good,
I'll give you that.

But you guys
could be making

a killing in the
private sector.

Then who'd catch
all the bad guys, Conrad?

[quiet chuckle]

He's routing
the call through

a military
satellite somehow.Can you trace it?

No, and I'm sure
that's the point,

but he shouldn't even
have access to that
kind of equipment.

TECH: We're connected.
Line is open.

This is Special Agent Gibbs.

It was self-defense.

Why don't you come on in?
We can talk about it.

I think we both know
that's not gonna happen.

You lied to me, Mason.

I am sorry about that.

But I just didn't
want to take the chance

that NCIS would screw things up,

so I went to
the ransom drop myself.

Yeah? How'd that work out?

You're not the only one
who was lied to.

They said Rebecca
would be there.

They lied.

I did not start the fight.

No, no, you just ended it.

He was trying to kill me--
he gave me no choice.

That's why I am calling you--
to warn you.

These people cannot be trusted.

It was like the amateur hour
out there today.

And you're
the professional, right?

I am what I am--

bad luck for these guys.

The rest is not important.

Mason, you need to come in

before you cross a line
that you can't come back from.

I don't have a lot of time, so
let me be as clear as I can be.

There is not
a force on this planet

that's gonna stop me
from finding my granddaughter.

You have to work within the law.

I am a bit more flexible.

He sounds serious.

No kidding.

Doctor?DUCKY:
♪ Land of my high endeavor

[singing along]:
♪ Land of my shining river

♪ Land of my
heart forever ♪

♪ Scotland
the brave! ♪

I wasn't aware we
were having any, uh...

♪ Scotland

♪ The brave!

[Ducky laughs]

[clapping slowly]

Oh.

Uh, h-how did
the dentist's office go?

It was fine, it was fine,
it was just fine. Who are you?

Oh. Sarah Knox.

DUCKY:
Sarah is

an intern from Waverly College.

Her ancestors

come from a small
coastal town, Kirkcaldy

north of Edinburgh.

Scotland!

Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm.
Wow!

That's great.

[chuckles]When are you leaving?

Oh, well,
hopefully never.

The crime scene today
was very exciting.

Crime scene-- you took
her to a crime scene?

Two. Uh, she was
very proficient.

I just feel the dead
have so much to tell us,

if we just listen.

GIBBS:
I'm listening.

What are they saying?

Quite a bit.

GIBBS:
I need to know how he died.

Well, the final
cause of death

was spinal shock

as a result of
blunt-force trauma

to the cervical vertebrae.

Mason broke his leg.

DUCKY: That's not
all he did.

There's extensive
injuries everywhere.

Mason gave him a beating
before he killed him?

Well, not exactly.

Note the broken knuckles.

Rust in the wound
indicates that the blow

landed on the Dumpster.

Mason must have simply
dodged the punch.

Torn ligaments
in his elbow here

indicate that, well,
Mason caught another attack

in some kind of joint lock.

And then bruising
on the leg...

Is that
a leg sweep?

DUCKY:
Yeah.

These are all
self-defensive injuries.

DUCKY: Mason appears
to have put up

a vigorous defense

against a very...
determined aggressor.

Certainly with the skill
Mason exhibited,

if his intent
were to harm,

well, he could have ended
the fight a great deal sooner.

Not bad for a guy his age.

Not for a guy of any age.

Clearly, he was
extensively trained.

Trained by who?

That's by "whom."

Yeah. That's
not pertinent.

Look, what concerns me--

look at the damage
he wrought playing defense.

I'd hate to see what
he's capable of on offense.

TONY:
And you're sure

it's the missing girl?

Yeah, but you've seen her?

You... Oh, you're clairvoyant!

WOMAN:
Yes, I am.And you can see the future.

Of course I can.Well, clearly,

you can't see your own.

Next time, you get the
crazy person tip hotline.

You got anything good,
Mini Gee?

Actually, I had plans
to go see--

Bummer!

Why do you think Gibbs suddenly
wants to have interns around?

I do not know.

[chuckles]
There's got to be a reason.

Gibbs never does anything
without a reason.

Stop listening!

Must be exhausting.

Reasons for everything.

Anything good
on our dead kidnapper?

I'm making as little
progress as you.

Our dead kidnapper
is a dead end.

McGEE:
Not completely.

I finished processing his car,
and I found something.

Where's boss?

It's like he can smell it.

Boss! I found something!

I can hear you, McGee;
I got ears.

GIBBS:
What do you got?

Come on, McGee.

Could you go
any slower?
Give it a rest.

Coming up, boss.

[sniffling]

[sobbing]:
Please... please let me go.

Please... I want to go home.

[sobbing]

Please...

[sobbing continues]

[sniffles]

That's proof of life.

That was... really real.

Real as it gets.

[beeping]

Whoa. Uh... something
is happening here, boss.

McGee...

There's a Trojan horse
on the DVD.

It's sending out some kind of
data packet over the Internet.

It's our phone number.

[phone ringing]

Put it on the speaker.

Special Agent Gibbs.
Who's this?

MAN [distorted]:
An angry man.

So, why are you angry, man?

One of my men is dead.

GIBBS:
Your first call to us

was intercepted
by a family member.

We know. The old man.

We'll deal with him later.

You don't need to do that--
NCIS is in charge now.

We can handle it.

The price is now $1 million.

We're gonna need some time
to get that together.

We still need to talk
to the parents.

You have 24 hours.
[line clicks]

Well, the call wasn't
long enough to trace,

but there is something
going on here.

There's another snooper agent
pinging the cell tower.

At least pretend
you have a sex life.

We're not the only ones
trying to trace the call.

Mason.He must be running

some kind of a sniffer program.

Can you find the source?

No, we already have the address.

But, boss, if we can find Mason,

that means
the kidnappers can, too.

NCIS!

Mr. Mason, if you're in there,
please open up.

[dog barking in distance]

Lock is broken.

Kidnappers appear
to have gotten here first.

Looks like Mason

was waiting for them.

This was not
self-defense.

Still trying to identify
the body we found

at the trailer park, boss,
and no trace of Mason anywhere.

JIMMY: Hi. Uh, Dr. Mallard
wanted me to inform you

that our current
John Doe shares a lot

of the same injuries
as Mason's previous victim.

Yeah. Noticed.

And I took the liberty
of stopping by Abby's lab.

She said she found Mason's
prints all over the trailer.

We know.
Is there anything
else I can do for you two?

No.Don't you have
some place to be?

Look... Autopsy's getting
a little crowded.

I can read the writing
on the wall.

Uh...
And...

See, I've always been fascinated
by what goes on inside of...

MTAC... I will just be
right out here then!

If you tell me

you're doing everything
you can one more time...

Lisa, calm down.

LISA:
They have our daughter, Nick!

We're going to get
your daughter back, ma'am.

How?

We go along with the ransom.

We buy ourselves some time.

We find her location.

We don't have
a million dollars.

Lisa inherited
only half that.

[quietly]: It's gonna take
another two days

to get that kind of money.

We don't have two days.

Why would the kidnappers
double the ransom?

What has my father done now?

Well, if you're asking
that kind of question,

you can probably guess.

We need to find him.

He's not helping.

I wouldn't even know
where to start.

Growing up, he told us

the same stories
he probably told you.

Insurance actuary.

We knew it wasn't true.

But you also
knew not to ask.

If my mother knew,
she took it to her grave.

Tell them about the safe.

NICK:
The lockbox.

Um... it's in the floor
of my dad's bedroom.

I've seen him go through it
sometimes.

I have no idea what's inside.

Hopefully, something useful.

You've got to get our
little girl back, Agent Gibbs.

Not gonna stop until we do.

If anything happens to her,

my father-in-law will be
the least of your concerns.

Hey, Andy.

Agent Gibbs,
let me let you in.

Thanks.

No problem.

Uh, good night.

Sorry.

I was, uh, just doing some
menial labor for Agent McGee.

I didn't mean to pry.

That's for the ransom.
Right?

How about we just pretend
like I was never born?

Kind of like we're pretending
I'm actually learning something.

Yeah. It's for the ransom.

And you... And you
can just do that?

You can just take
the money like that?

Can in two days.

You could get in
a lot of trouble.

So, why do it?

It's my job.

Your job is to
stick your neck out?

Building catches fire...

most people run away.

Some people-- you run in.

It's not safe to run
into a burning building.

No. It's not.

I heard you never allowed
interns on your team before.

What's changed?

[scanner trills, then beeps]

I don't know.

Maybe me.

[elevator bell dings]

McGEE: Some of the stuff
Mason has here is incredible.

You know, I don't think I'm
even authorized to see this.

I know I am not.

Oh... six hours
till the kidnapper's deadline.

We need to find
Mason before then.

This from his place?

Yeah. Tony sent it over.

He's still searching the house.

Now a lot of this
is old information, but,

I mean, Mason has everything

from classified
presidential itineraries

to satellite access
codes in here.

Explains how he was able

to access
our communications network.

It still doesn't explain
why no one ever heard of him.

If you guys ever
need a sounding board,

I have always
been interested in...

GIBBS:
Anything we can use?

Uh... yeah,
the satellite codes.

I can set up
a snooper program.

If Mason tries
to use them again,

we can zero in
on his coordinates.

Mason was on our side, right?

He had to be.

But he appears to have been
retired quite some time.

Kidnappers definitely picked
the wrong girl to ransom.

I mean, imagine
accidentally kidnapping

Jason Bourne's granddaughter.

I'd rather
you imagine where they are.

Abby thinks she might be able
to help with that.

[bells jingling]

Uh, she wants to see you.

Uh, said it was urgent.

[bells jingling]

Sorry, but I'm more
scared of her than you.

[bells jingling]

Smells like...

Mesquite-grilled
hamburgers, Gibbs.

The marvels
of modern chemistry.

Corner.

You flipping burgers, or are
you looking for a kidnapper?

ABBY:
One thing will
lead to the other.

Computer.

[bells jingling]

I made a breakthrough
on the mystery gas

used at the assault
at the school.

I found a recently-filed patent
that contains a very

similar chemical
component.

Speak.

Uh, the patent concerns a scent
delivery system for billboards.

Scented?

Billboards. I mean
what sells better than smells?

Why just show a driver
a big, juicy hamburger

when you can let them
smell it, too?

I mean, admit it.

It's making you
a little hungry.It's not a coincidence.

Oh, no. If you're hungry,
I am taking full credit.

I think Agent Gibbs is
referring to the connection

between the mystery
gas and the patent.

Hey. Shh.

That is definitely
not a coincidence.

There are literally
100 million permutations

of this chemical
component.

So whoever filed the patent is
the same guy who made the gas?

Our chemist,
and I have your printout.

She's scary, but
I like scary.

Tim Greystone from Greystone
Compounding Pharmacy.

Have fun.

Take pictures.

[elevator bell dings]

Hi.

Oh, God. Oh, no.

Don't-Don't go there.

I can't get a good view inside.

Ziva?

Negative.

But it is doubtful
that Rebecca

would be kept
in such a public space.

GIBBS:
No, but he's gonna know

how to find her.

Wait a minute.

I got something here.

Probie, you getting this?

It's Mason.

That's not good.

Ziva, McGee, take
the front. Go.

On your six, boss.

NCIS!

You're under arrest.

[grunting]

Release him!

[grunting]

[grunting, glass breaking]Stop it!

McGEE:
Let go!

[door closes]
[sighs]

You're making a mistake.

You're under arrest for murder.

I didn't kill that man.

I suppose
you didn't kill the kidnapper

at the trailer park, either.

And they're not kidnappers.

They're part of my team.

And whoever did kill 'em
is playing us all.

He said, "The kidnappers
are playing all of you."

What's that mean?

That's what we're here
to find out.

What's he looking for?

Way out.

Been like that ever since
we brought him in here.

There's no way anyone
could get out of there.

Shouldn't be,
but if there is,

I'm guessing this is gonna
be the guy who finds it.

[door opens]

We're wasting time.

Who are you?

[sighs]

Okay, now we're
wasting time.

You're not authorized.

Who can authorize me?

The President
of the United States.

[phone beeps]Yeah.

The one buried in Simi Valley.

Out in California.

You said
that you'd do anything to get

your granddaughter back?Anything.

Well, then I need to know
what I need to know.

My team and I were part of
an off-the-books experiment.

A small group of operatives

working within the law,

but outside the chain
of command.

We did the things
that needed to be done.

You understand?

How many?

Eight originally.

When the project was cancelled,
two decades ago,

there were three.

We returned to civilian life,
hid our backgrounds...

were ordered...

never to make contact
with one another again.

Orders you broke.

When my granddaughter
was kidnapped,

I went to my team for help.

My team.

The sedative gas used
at the school...

sounds exactly
like a Greystone creation.

We used it on operations to keep
the casualties at a minimum.

I heard he was selling it
on the black market.

I was hoping
he would help me track a buyer.

So who's the John Doe
in the trailer?

My comm specialist.

Ajax.

I got a cell phone

off that kidnapper
that I fought with.

I brought it to Ajax,

hoping that he would be able
to trace it

exactly like I was supposed to.

So you think the
kidnapping was a setup?

The real target
was your team?

The killers
couldn't have found them.

That's why they grabbed
my granddaughter.

Knew I would lead them
right to my men.

God!

Who would want your team dead?

You're going to need
a stenographer for that list.

We got around.

Look, they were good men.

But my granddaughter is where
I need to be focused right now.

If the ransom was
a diversion...

...then there'd be no need
to keep her alive.

You really think
she's dead?

I don't know.

What are you going
to do?

We're going to do
what we always do.

We're going to catch
the bad guys.

Can you please tell Gibbs
that I need to see him?

Yeah, he's here right now.

I'll tell him.

Boss, no one's willing
to comment on Mason,

but we do have
a request...

[chuckles]
...to drop all the charges.

So drop 'em.

But we...

Dropping all the charges.

Abbs, hi.
Hi.

Hi.
Hi.

So McGee said you
found something?

Not me.

My new number one.

We were processing
Mason's impounded vehicle

and we found two things.

First...

it smells like French fries,
and second...

I noticed the fuel
line had a small tear.

How'd that get there?

Not by accident,
but when the gas leaked

onto the engine block
and exploded,

it would have made it look
like one.

The killer was saving
Mason for last.

And thought that the fire
would destroy

all the evidence,
but it did not.

So you got his fingerprints?

Oh, yeah.

ZIVA:
Walter Carmichael--

at least that's
what he calls himself now.

He's the substitute teacher
for Rebecca's school.

Mason says he was
a member of his team.

Handled long-term
counterespionage.

Was killed
in Sri Lanka in '87.

ZIVA: At least
that's what everyone thought.

GIBBS:
Where is he now?

After the attack
in the school, he said

he needed to take
some time off to recuperate.

I guess what he meant by that

was "hunt down and kill
some old friends."

BOLO.
On it.

McGee's already at his place
with a forensics unit.

The girl
was not there.

Motive.

Revenge maybe?

Perhaps, uh, he felt betrayed
by his team.

Could be some kind
of bounty on their heads.

We want to find
this girl,

we gotta figure out
what's making this guy tick.

Where is he going?

To talk
to our resident watchmaker.

I had a hunch I'd be
seeing you shortly.

You want to know if the
girl is still alive.

No, I want to know
how to get

the girl back
alive, Duck.

Yeah, well, I've been going
over Carmichael's records.

It's safe to assume that
everything before 1987

was falsified.

That a problem?

No, quite the opposite.

I-I find how Mr. Carmichael

chose to reinvent himself
most telling.

He chose to be
a missionary

in Cameroon
for 12 years.

Then he invented
documents

to show that he
worked in a hospice.

Finally, he settled
as a teacher.

Left out the part
about 50 kills in 40 countries.

By design.

I believe that Carmichael
grew to regret his past

as a member of Mason's team

and-and wanted to
atone for his sins.

When storytelling was not
enough to cleanse his soul,

he turned to more
drastic means.

McGee sent these over
from Carmichael's house.

It's a collection of
the more popular tools

of self-flagellation.

Catholic cilice,
Kavadi skewers;

I mean, they've
all been used.

Yeah, when that
wasn't enough?

His final act of penance--

the execution of all
of his old teammates

to make amends for all
of the horrible things

they did together.

Duck, what about the girl?

What about Rebecca?

Well, unfortunately,
Carmichael believes

that he has a higher
power on his side,

which makes him
capable of anything.

Unfortunately...

[door hisses open, then closes]

...you're not going
to know her fate,

until his mission
is accomplished.

Gibbs, it's Carmichael.

He wants to talk.

He's early.

I think he has given up
the ransom charade.

He knows we have Mason.

He's willing to trade.

What are you going to do?

I'm gonna give him
what he wants.

[phone beeps]Yeah, this is Gibbs.

[engine roars, tires screech]

Are these cuffs necessary?

Carmichael
demanded it.

We gotta make him think
we're playing along.

Yeah, well, right now
I'd make that trade for real.

Well, we want him alive,

not stuffed face first
into a Cuisinart.

Ziva.

In position.

Well, okay, we're here.

Where's the
guest of honor?

He's here.

Are you sure about that?

Oh, of course he's sure.

He trained me.

Hello, Nicholas.

Slow down here.

If you shoot me,
you'll never find Rebecca.

And I kill you slowly.

I-I deserve no less...
right after you.

Agent Gibbs, you are
to release Mason to me.

We will leave
in my vehicle.

In an hour I will phone you
with the girl's location.

Yeah, what
about Mason?

Oh, I...

his fate is out
of my hands, I...

I'm just an instrument
of justice.

Your elevator never
went to the top floor.

How do we know
the girl's still alive?

It's called faith.

You nut job.
GIBBS:
Stand down, Mason.

I want proof that she's alive
right now, or you die.

It's your granddaughter
who's going to die.

She's already dead.

Alive, she screws up
your operation.

I trained you, remember?

I said stand down, Mason.

He killed her,
I know it, you bastard.

[grunts]

GIBBS:
No!
[bystanders shouting]

"The righteous shall rejoice
when he seeth the vengeance.

He shall bathe his feet
in the blood of the wicked."

Why'd you take a shot?!

Mason was going to shoot!

CARMICHAEL:
The girl--

she's in the trunk.

[grunts]

Pick it.
[muffled screaming]

You're all right, Rebecca.REBECCA: Thank you.

Everything's gonna
be okay now.

Got you.

The girl's alive.

Of course.

Wanton collateral damage
is one of our sins.

She's an innocent.

What am I, chopped liver?

[sobbing]:
Grandpa.

Grandpa.

Babe.

I was so scared.

MASON: Everything is
going to be all right.

Thank you.

Could have used a guy
like you on my team.

We could still use
a guy like you.

But, but...

Corn syrup.

Blanks.

CARMICHAEL:
You have no honor, any of you.

TONY:
You know what you got?

Taken down
by Leroy Jethro Gibbs.

Holla!
What?

Clear a path,
clear a path.

Make room, people.

You know,
I've always been interested

in the investigative branch
of NCIS.

So that's it?

The happy ending?

Not exactly.

There's the happy ending.

Mom, Dad.

LISA:
Oh, baby, I was so worried.

I am so glad to see you.REBECCA:
Grandpa saved me.

That's, uh...

McGEE: Feels nice,
doesn't it?

Welcome home.

I could get used to it.

Not sure I could get used
to the pay.

[chuckles]

But for the sake of curiosity,
if I wanted to, um...

What's this?

Application for
a full internship here at NCIS.

GIBBS: Yeah, it's
all filled out.

It just needs your signature.

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