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Whoa. Close one. But, alas, my friend, not close enough.

Ha-ha-ha! Ouch.

Sorry, buddy.

Ah. You wanna go again?

- Oh, yeah. - Okay. It's your funeral.

- Ah, by the way, - Yeah?

I'm hitting the club tonight. You want in?

For once?

I don't know.

- Come on. I'm celebrating. - Celebrating what?

You know I can't talk about it.

Oh, yeah. Why not?

Confidentiality agreements.

Well, if I told you, then I would have to kill you, which I just did!

Oh, man.

Someone's shooting at me!

That's why it's called a first-person shooter.

No, this is not a game. Please call the police.

What?

Ira? Hello?

Erase. Erase.

Hello?

Hello?

Ira, what's going on?

Ira?

Come on, is this a joke?

Hey, Ira, are you okay?

Ira?

It's 8:00 in the morning. You know where your partner is?

I could ask you the same thing.

Well, not really,

because, technically, it's not 8:00 in the morning in Afghanistan.

It's 8:30 p.m.

So turns out, I know where my partner is

in both space and time.

Deeks, G is fine.

In fact, I'd wager to say he's more than fine.

What does that mean? Wait.

Does that mean what I think it means?

G had a date with Joelle last night.

Now he's late for work this morning.

You get the picture.

Oh, I get the picture.

Downloading now.

Delete. Delete.

Save.

Clear history.

You know, I hate to say I was right, but I was right.

What? I thought it was Michelle that set them up.

- Where'd you hear that? - Ahem.

- Nell. - Nell?

What does Nell know about it?

Nell knows everything about everything mostly.

Look, Michelle submitted an endorsement.

Anyone can endorse something, but it takes a cunning strategist

to put the pieces into play.

Oh, you mean Hetty? Again, this is all just coming from Nell.

Heh. Okay, I admit, Hetty had a part.

But it was a small part.

- Miniscule. - Small, Mr. Hanna?

You ought to know by now that I do nothing small.

Ha. I haven't seen Mr. Callen yet this morning. Is he all right?

Yeah, he's fine.

- He's more than fine. - Hm.

He had a bit of car trouble this morning.

He'll, uh, be in later.

We got a case?

Yes, yes. Miss Jones will brief you up in Ops.

Not you, however.

You're needed elsewhere, Mr. Deeks.

Okay.

The last time you said that, somebody ended up in a different time zone.

Sir?

Over here.

Got a sat phone.

Don't touch it.

- Keep searching this area. - Yes, sir.

Booker, we found Blye's phone.

Looks like she ditched it purposely,

maybe to let us know where she was heading.

Has anybody seen or heard

- from Sabatino? - No.

- Well, keep looking, this sector. - You got it.

- Jack! Jack, it's Kensi. I'm here! - What?

No!

Jack?

Jack!

Last night, a downtown loft belonging to one Ira Wells

was shot up by a sniper.

Nell, where's Eric?

L.A.P.D. found blood but no body.

Okay. Where did Hetty send Deeks?

Mr. Wells is a hacker for hire.

- He specializes in... - Earth to Nell.

Where is everyone?

Hetty sent Deeks to retrieve Eric.

He's a witness in this case.

- A witness how? - Ira and Eric are college friends.

They were chatting in an online game last night when the attack occurred.

- And how does this concern NCIS? - Well, as I was saying,

Ira is a hacker for hire.

He specializes in finding zero days.

You know, um, code flaws in computer systems.

So you think he was targeted for something he was working on?

Ira works a ton for the DOD.

This could be a matter of national security.

Which is why we have to find Ira ASAP.

All right, G's pulling in. I'm gonna brief him on the way to the loft,

then I wanna talk to our witness.

Hi. Hi. Excuse me. Um...

Beale, your lawyer's here.

- Oh, thank God. - Ha-ha-ha.

Oh, no. Wait, wait, wait. Sorry.

This is, uh... That's just too good.

- Wait. - Smile.

- No. No. - Wait. Ha-ha-ha.

Let's go.

So, uh, help me wrap my head around this.

You showed up to a crime scene, alone, with no ID,

wearing polar bear pajamas.

Look, I don't know what happened. Ira and I were playing this game,

and suddenly I hear all this banging and crashing.

I'm like, "He's pranking me." Then I'm like, "That sounds too real."

I go to his place. Cops everywhere.

- I'm trying to tell them what I heard. - Right.

This detective sets his coffee down

right on top of Ira's Cisco 5500-X Firewall,

which is like using a Rembrandt as a coaster.

Totally.

So long story short, I get arrested for tampering with a crime scene.

Mm-hm. Let me let you in on a bit of advice.

Don't mess with a cop's coffee. You're lucky you didn't get shot.

- Hey. - Yeah?

How mad is she?

Scale of one to ten? Thirteen.

Car trouble.

- Really? - Really.

I just gave that excuse to Hetty. Now you're gonna use it on me?

It's not an excuse. Jo's car wouldn't start, I drove her to work.

I'm thinking her car trouble was more car absence.

Which means she was at your place all night.

What do you think about that?

I think you've been married a little bit too long,

and you're trying to live vicariously through me. That's what I think.

All I'm saying is, you're welcome.

Thank your wife for me.

She was the mastermind.

I'm starting to think Eric made the wrong career move.

Zero days are a lucrative business.

Some sell for over a half a million.

Something tells me Ira's not gonna get paid for this one, though.

I don't think so.

All right.

Sniper was positioned on the rooftop over there.

L.A.P.D. didn't find any brass. Cameras either.

Neighbor down the hall called the cops,

said she saw armed men in the hallway.

All right, so the sniper takes out Ira.

Those guys come in, pick up the zero day.

We have fresh blood.

You said L.A.P.D. cleared out.

- Federal agents! - Don't!

Come down the steps. Careful.

Put the bag down.

Please don't shoot me.

Relax, Ira. We're federal agents.

So were the guys who tried to kill me last night.

Will I have a scar?

I don't know. Do you want a scar?

Could really up my game with the ladies.

Then you'll have one. I'll make sure of it.

Ira, our military trains the best of the best.

Which means when we want someone dead,

they're dead, yet here you are.

Yeah, and how lucky for you,

because you didn't get what you wanted from my computers, did you?

I wiped them clean and slipped away in the dark.

You slipped out in the night.

But you still needed some cash for the road, though, huh?

Where were you thinking?

Morocco?

China?

- Russia's nice too. - Heh.

Ira, I get it.

You're scared.

Somebody tried to kill you.

But I can't help you if you don't talk to me.

Now, what does this zero day do?

You're right, Agent Hanna.

I am scared.

But I'm not stupid.

If I give up the zero day, then you don't need me anymore.

And this time, I'm betting you won't miss.

Guy has definitely got an ego.

Heh. Guy thinks he's the center of a government conspiracy.

Where I come from, we call that delusional.

Well, in all fairness, a sniper tried to take him out.

Maybe he's not that far off base.

Bottom line is Ira doesn't trust us enough

to tell us what the zero day is.

All right, so how do we get him to talk?

The guy wants a conspiracy,

let's give him one.

Okay, Ira, what are you hiding?

Looking through a few files here and...

Didn't mean to do that.

This day just keeps getting better and better.

Aw, I'm sorry.

What did Hetty say?

Nothing.

She just sat there and stared at me, didn't say a word.

I think I felt something die inside.

It's probably just the prison food.

While you were in the slammer, I took a look at Ira's computers.

Wiped clean, just like he said.

Well, he's got state-of-the-art data-shredding software.

Whoever tried to kill Ira couldn't have found the zero day.

At least not yet.

Bad news is, we still have no idea what it is.

Miss Jones, Mr. Beale,

your presence is required at the boatshed

to assist in Mr. Wells' interrogation.

You don't give up, do you?

It's out of my hands. I'm turning you over to the DOD.

What? No. I want my phone call, Agent Hanna.

All right, I want my phone...

I assure you, you'll have your phone call

just as soon as we can straighten a few things out.

Stephanie Prim, Department of...

Oh, you're bleeding.

This man needs a hospital, Agent Hanna.

It's just a flesh wound. I dressed it myself.

Oh, I didn't realize you were a doctor as well.

I'm done with you. I'd like to speak with your superior.

Now.

And shut the door.

That's right. Close it.

Now...

Actually, I'm okay, Miss Prim.

Really, it's superficial.

Just looks worse than it is.

Well, you are a brave man.

And I sincerely apologize for your treatment thus far.

Ah. Now...

We believe you may be able to help us

with a matter of national security.

Do you know this man?

Yeah.

That's Eric Beale. I went to college with him. Why?

We arrested Mr. Beale this morning on charges of cyberterrorism.

Uh, heh...

- Beale? A terrorist? - We have documentation showing

he hacked a high-level Pentagon e-mail address,

which he then used to enlist your services.

We believe he was planning to auction your zero day off

to the highest bidder.

This doesn't make any sense.

I mean, why would Beale hire someone

when he could just do the job himself?

He's a skilled hacker.

Clearly not as skilled as you.

Ira.

She's good.

Scary good.

Ira, we need to know exactly what Mr. Beale asked you to find.

Lives could be at stake.

Jack?

Jack.

Hey.

Open your eyes if you can hear me.

- Jack. - What?

- Hi. - Yeah. What...?

I think they busted some ribs.

What the hell are you doing here?

I, uh...

I came here to, um...

What are you doing here?

I heard you'd been captured.

I was trying to talk them into releasing you.

I thought you were dead.

Yeah, well, unh,

I got a feeling we both might be before the night's over.

Ira's zero day exploits a weakness in GLONASS,

or Global Navigation Satellite System.

- Russian GPS. - Yes.

Uh, the flaw that Ira found allows access to the base code

that assigns coordinates to GLONASS monitoring stations around the world.

Meaning that a hacker could trick the system

into thinking Moscow was in New Jersey.

I'm guessing this is affecting more than just Russian Yelpers

looking for stroganoff?

No. It is also the system

- that guides their nuclear missiles. - Ah.

And if someone were to exploit this zero day,

they could potentially divert the missiles

to any target of their choosing.

Makes sense the Department of Defense

would wanna take advantage of that in the event of a war.

Except the DOD didn't hire Ira.

Hetty and I have been on the phone with over a dozen senior officials.

They've never heard of this zero day.

So, what does that mean?

It means someone else is trying to gain access

to Russia's missile guidance system.

According to Ira, the deal for the GLONASS zero day

was set up through Neidra Industries.

Government contractor? Thought their focus was cyber warfare.

Well, that's essentially what zero days are.

So Neidra acts as the middleman between the buyers and the hackers.

It's become a profitable business in recent years.

So either someone approached Neidra posing as the DOD...

Or someone inside the company is working for our mysterious third party.

And unfortunately, Ira was bluffing about wiping the zero day.

Last night, he sent it to Neidra through a secure router.

So it should be sitting on their server.

If someone hasn't retrieved it already.

We need to get inside and secure the zero day.

Can't we just order them to give us access?

They are a government contractor.

Too many laws protecting corporate data.

Legit approach could take days.

- And it could spook the inside man. - So we go in under the radar,

access the server without anyone knowing.

Yeah, that's not gonna be easy.

Neidra employs state-of-the-art security measures

around all of their servers, so you won't get anywhere near them,

let alone a computer with access to them.

Well, the company makes money finding flaws.

Makes sense they'd be flawless.

Well, maybe we can use that to our advantage.

Look, Ira, I'm sorry we had to lie to you.

We just needed some answers fast.

In retrospect, I should have known it was a scam.

I mean, you?

A terrorist?

But she had me going.

Guess I'm just a sucker for a pretty face.

Look, you know you can't trust them.

The government.

The people you work for.

You're just a cog in their machine.

- Ira... - If you wanna have control,

I mean, make a real difference and some money too,

work freelance with me.

Are you serious?

You know we would be a great team again.

Yeah, we would.

But I make a big difference here at NCIS.

Do they know that?

Here.

Thank you.

Who knows you're here?

My unit knows I'm in Afghanistan,

but nobody knows I came looking for you.

You shouldn't have.

My mission was to kill you.

Why?

Because you've been helping the militants.

That's not true.

S..

So you're not the one they call the White Ghost, Spin Pairay?

The only ones I help are the people from my village.

Okay, I'm sorry.

Your village, Jack?

Who are you? You've been gone for nine years.

Something inside me broke when I was here.

You know we could've worked through this together, right?

You and me? The way it used to be?

- I tried. I tried. - You didn't try hard.

- We could've done this. - Thought if I came here,

I could find what I lost.

And what I found was simplicity and purity of existence.

It was as if everything from my past just fell away and I was free.

Free from me.

From everything.

I'm not the man you remember.

The man who said he loved me?

Who asked me to marry him?

That...

That part of me is gone.

I converted to Islam,

was eventually accepted by one of the more moderate tribes.

For the first time in my life,

even in a world ravaged by war,

I found peace inside.

And out.

I fell in love.

Her name was Mastanah.

Eventually we married, had a child.

Belourine.

And your wife?

She was...

She was killed in a drone strike.

I'm sorry.

I alerted the U.S. authorities,

and their response was to send a CIA operative

to try and recruit me.

I only cooperated enough to protect my tribe.

I have no interest in revenge or violence.

Hey, there's one thing I learned.

It's that no one wins a war.

Hi. How can I help you?

Dexter Hughes.

I'm here to see your CEO, Lance Witten.

I'm sorry. I'm not seeing an appointment here.

Yeah. That's because I didn't make one,

but he's gonna wanna see me.

Well, unfortunately, Mr. Witten is in a meeting.

Mm-hm. Pull him out.

Tell Lance that if he doesn't come see me right now,

his company is gonna be gone by the time his meeting's over.

Oh, and if he needs any more convincing,

why don't you just show him this?

Thanks.

You know what to do?

It's not rocket science.

I'm waiting.

Look at that. Huh?

G, I'm in position.

Copy that.

This some sort of joke?

On the contrary, Lance.

This is your most important meeting of the day.

You think you can scare me with a few numbers?

No.

Not just numbers, Lance.

They're the, uh, password to your e-mail,

but you know that.

From last month. Change it weekly.

- What do you want? - The same thing you want.

To ensure the security and success of Neidra Industries.

All right, we got a thumb. Sending it to you now, Sam.

Good to go.

Right.

You got nothing.

I'll tell you what, Lance. Why don't I just show you?

Okay, Sam, you have 25 seconds

till the backup generators kick in.

Well,

seems I found a zero day in your own security system.

I would be willing to sell this to you.

Or I could pop over to one of your competitors,

see if maybe they're interested.

You think you're the first person who's tried to scam this company?

I bet you got somebody outside tampering with the power box.

Get security in here.

- Sam, you've got... - Fifteen seconds.

My internal clock is perfect, Nell.

Okay. Optical tap in place.

Seven seconds. Get out.

Three, two, one.

Lasers, man.

I hate freaking lasers.

Fine, Lance. You don't believe me?

Why don't you check your servers?

My servers are fine.

Get him out of here.

Suit yourself.

It's good.

Witten took the bait. He's accessing the servers now.

And thanks to the optical tap that Sam put in place,

I am right behind him.

Okay, searching for Ira's zero day.

It was just downloaded this morning

onto a USB drive by Jeffrey Taylor.

And he works in client services.

And get this. He's accumulated over 100 grand in credit card debt.

Uh, guys, Taylor just used his ID to exit into a parking garage.

Sam, Deeks, it's just to your west.

There's at least three men in that SUV.

He's selling the GLONASS zero day.

Goodbye, credit card debt.

Yes.

Federal agents!

Go. Let's go!

Moving.

He's dead.

Taylor too.

Zero day USB?

No dice.

We found a record of encrypted e-mails

on Taylor's home computer.

Still working on breaking them.

He's taken a lot of business trips, including Russia.

Maybe that's where he found his buyer,

set up the deal for the zero day.

It was a bad deal.

First they try to avoid paying by going after Ira,

then they kill Taylor to avoid paying him.

So we're looking for the world's cheapest terrorists?

Survey says...

Chechen separatists.

Meet Ruman Taimiev.

He entered this country seven weeks ago

along with these men.

They have ties to the Ichkerian Peacekeepers.

And intel suggests the group's goal is to force the Russian military

to pull out of the Caucasus.

Control GLONASS, you control the Russian missiles.

They'd have to meet their demands.

I've been thinking.

Zero days get their name from the fact that once a flaw is discovered,

the owner of the hacked system has exactly zero days to fix it

before it can be exploited.

If we fix the zero day, the Chechens won't have that opportunity.

Ira knows GLONASS better than I do.

I can easily access it from his computers.

It's an excellent idea, Mr. Beale.

Miss Jones can accompany Mr. Wells to his loft.

With all due respect,

I have more experience hacking foreign systems.

That's true, he does. He should go.

Mr. Beale can hack just as well up in Ops.

And you're the field agent.

Right.

If this doesn't work, we still gotta warn the Russians.

Sounds like it's time to pay our old friend at the, uh, consulate a visit.

- You think he'll remember us? - Mm-hm.

I'm guessing you don't really wear glasses.

No.

But the attitude, was that real?

What do you think?

Uh, guys, we're on a clock.

Right.

System is up and running.

Okay. I'll get you access.

I am loading the bad GLONASS drive.

Me too.

Just take a minute.

I was gonna say 15 seconds.

Anyway, I'm glad about the glasses.

Makes it easier to see your brown eyes.

Okay. I'm in.

Soam I.

- How long will it take to fix? - Should go faster with two of us.

Can you shore up the PZ-90 coordinate datum while I...

- What's wrong? - The zero day, it's gone.

The flaw's been fixed.

- Isn't that what we wanted? - No. We're too late.

The Chechens have already accessed the GLONASS.

They've gone in and locked the door behind them.

- Will your tribe come get you? - No.

Yeah, well, mine will eventually.

We might stand a chance if we actually get ourselves free.

- I've renounced violence. - Really?

Even if it means saving your own life?

Haven't you ever heard, God helps those who help themselves?

The Koran says:

"Indeed, Allah will not change the condition of a people

until they change what is in themselves.”

Well, there you go.

Now, let's change our condition and get the hell out of here.

What do you have in mind?

Take off your clothes.

And throw it in the fire

with anything else we can use to smoke up this place.

When they come, it might give us the few seconds we need. Come on.

Where are you taking him?

Jack? Jack!

Where are you taking him?

Where are you taking him?

Little afternoon delight, Boris?

Wife's not gonna like that.

Who are you?

And where are my men?

Dealing with a little car trouble downstairs.

I'm surprised you're not in Siberia, Boris.

I mean, given the debacle at the consulate last October.

What do you know about October?

- Tenth month of the year. - Halloween, Columbus Day.

But we're here to talk about the Ichkerian Peacekeepers.

You might wanna know that earlier today,

they gained access to your Global Navigation Satellite System.

GLONASS?

Impossible.

Call the Kremlin.

No harm in checking, right?

This is a trick.

A ploy to get us to scrap the test, huh?

It will not work.

Test?

What test?

You see, the Cold War never ended, my dear American friends.

But that was our mistake, these past 20 years.

Starting today, that all changes.

Good day, gentlemen.

We confirmed with the Pentagon.

The Russians have been developing a new long-range missile.

A test launch is scheduled for sometime tomorrow.

- Which is already today in Russia. - God, I hate time zones.

Does the Kremlin know?

Hetty and the White House are on the phone with them.

Correction. Was on the phone.

The Russian president Just informed us.

The missile launched five minutes ago.

We were too late.

According to the Russian military, the missile was supposed

to detonate harmlessly in the Arctic Ocean.

But with the way the Chechens have altered GLONASS,

it will now strike San Francisco in 31 minutes.

So the Chechens aren't aiming for Russia.

They're targeting the U.S.

Their stated goal is to get the Russian military

out of the Caucasus.

If U.S. declares war on Russia, mission accomplished.

- Is the missile nuclear? - No, but it is carrying

over 900 pounds of fuel-air explosive.

Thermobaric. Turns air to fire.

Can't we send a command self-destruct

- to the missile? - There isn't one.

It's designed to be tamperproof.

That includes radio-controlled commands.

Only way the missile will self-destruct is if it goes off course.

From the missiles point of view, it's on target.

The president just activated the Aegis Missile Defense System.

Unfortunately, the only BMD capable vessels

are in the Sea of Japan,

watching North Korea.

They're not in position to intercept a missile from Siberia.

If we can't use the zero day to change the GLONASS coordinates,

what else can we do?

I think I have an idea.

All GeoNAV Satellite Systems rely on ground monitoring stations

to provide coordinates.

They're like guideposts for the satellites.

Now, if we can add a new station to the GLONASS network,

it might just skew the coordinates

enough to alter the trajectory of the missile.

Great. How do we do that?

We'd have to recalibrate an American GPS station

so that it thinks that it's part of GLONASS.

Okay, the nearest station

is on a roof at Fifth and Rose, downtown.

Mr. Beale.

Try not to get arrested this time.

All right, I'm on my way.

I gotta go back to Ops.

Is everything all right?

The Russians launched a test missile.

Eric and the others are headed downtown

to a GPS monitoring station to try to recalibrate it.

No one knows the ins and outs of GLONASS better than I do.

- I can help. - Sorry, you're still a potential target.

Just wait here.

Another NCIS agent should be here shortly.

How much time?

- Five minutes. - Four-fifty-seven.

Three seconds off. Someone needs to wind their internal clock.

I understand.

Yes, she's just arriving.

That was Agent Thompson at the loft.

Mr. Wells is gone.

All right, I'm pinging his cell phone now.

That's the location of the monitor station.

Oh, no.

Bugger.

Mr. Callen.

You're about to have some company.

Whoa! It's just me.

- Yeah, he just got here. - No, not Ira. The Chechens.

They must have been watching his loft.

They're following him to your exact position

and heading up the stairs now.

They figured Ira was with us after Neidra.

- Go help Beale. - We need to buy Eric some extra time.

Deeks, brace the door.

On it.

All right, buddy, first we need to...

Adjust the L1 band to 1602 megahertz.

I'm already doing it.

You compensate for the lower satellite orbits. Do it in under three minutes.

Okay. Anything else?

Yeah. Nell's eyes?

They're hazel.

QRF is ten minutes out.

We haven't got that long.

You think that's them?

Eric, how much time do you need?

Sniper. North building.

He doesn't have a line of sight to the monitor station.

Yeah, but these guys do.

Eric, you're exposed.

We're working. Ira, I need those orbital calculations. Ira.

Deeks, need a diversion.

Hell, diversion's my middle name.

Okay. Here goes nothing.

On three. One, two...

Ha, ha, ha. Hoo!

All clear.

- Deeks? - Yeah, I'm good.

But I'm definitely changing my middle name.

Eric.

Eric?

Is it over?

Heh. It's over.

What about the missile?

Splashing down in the Pacific.

Good work, Mr. Beale.

So about us working together...

I think I'm good where I am.

- Yeah. - You okay?

- Yeah, legs just a little wobbly. - Little wobbly.

And I'm having trouble breathing.

- This is shock. I'm in shock. - You're in shock.

- Yeah, I think I'm in shock. - Brown bag, ice, elevate. Cocktail.

The official statement from the Russians

is the missile functioned perfectly.

And it did.

Yeah, as long as those missiles keep landing in the ocean,

I'm a happy camper.

Amen.

Mr. Callen's already left?

Yeah, he left to get his car from the shop.

- Shop. - Oh, right.

You mean Joelle's car?

- Shut up. - I didn't say anything.

Seven o'clock in the evening. You know where your partner is?

Nope, but I know who he's with,

and I have a good idea what they're doing.

- You get the picture. - Downloading, downloading.

- Delete. - Save.

That was quite the day, huh?

How you feeling?

- Better. Tired. - Mm.

- A little queasy. - Yup.

It's probably still the prison food.

Hey.

- What? - Just gonna say that

it's nice to see your eyes without your glasses on.

Have a good night.

You too. Have a good night.

Thank you.

Time for your breakfast, Owen?

We have a situation. Blye's missing.

What do you mean?

I mean she's gone.

She took a horse and left her rifle.

I gave her a secure sat phone.

She ditched it.

She had a shot at our target yesterday and she choked.

No, my people don't choke.

Then what is this? Something spooked her.

She missed the shot yesterday and snuck out of here during the night

without a weapon

and without telling anyone else where she was going.

What about your man, Sabatino?

I don't know.

He works off the grid for days at a time.

So you actually have two operatives missing.

I'd be careful if I were you.

She was your choice for this mission.

I tracked her horse as far as I could.

She's heading into an area controlled by the insurgents.

Do you know something I don't know, Henrietta?

Because if you want your girl back,

now would be the time to tell me.