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Micki!

-Hey, Sara! How are you?
-Good. How are you?

I missed you at the Parents' Potluck.

Oh, Rebecca had a dance recital.
Your turn for snack?

My turn for snack. Can you believe this?

If they would concentrate
a little less on snacking,

a little more on the game,
we wouldn't be 0 and 4. But...

Good point. Oh, your cart.
Isn't that your SUV?

Well, what's another ding?

-See you at practice.
-Okay.

Hey!

Where the hell are you going?

Gibbs. Oh, you must be Gibbs.

-Fornell's mentioned you.
-Did he?

Mmm-hmm. Agent Lina Reyes, FBI.

Your driver has a lead foot.

Well, we tend to hurry
when we suspect terrorism.

Well, so do we when the target's
a Naval aviator, Agent Reyes.

Lieutenant Commander Micki Shields.
She bombed civilians in Afghanistan.

Accidentally. Article 32 hearing
cleared her of all charges.

Yeah, by us. Not the psychos overseas

issuing jihadist threats
against her and her family.

Have you spoken to your director?

-I did.
-Good, then we're clear.

FBI handles the investigation,
NCIS protects the intended target.

We want copies of everything you find.

Kate, check with Commander Shields.

-Track down the rest of her family.
-On it.

DiNozzo, secure her home.
I want a full surveillance perimeter.

McGee, coordinate all feeds with MTAC.

All right, boss.

Oh, sounds like we're gonna need
the infrared scope on this one, McGee.

The one that can see
through walls at night?

It's better than pay-TV
and the best part, it's free.

And that's the reason why, Tony.

-Why what, Kate?
-You'll never get my home address.

I'm okay, Jen. I promise you.
Look, see?

I got worse scrapes
in ejection-seat training.

Honestly, honey, I'm fine.

I've got to go. I'll see you soon.

I'm gonna make you
Cha-Cha Chicken for dinner, okay?

Okay.

NCIS. So, I take it
this wasn't an accident?

We're not jumping to any conclusions,
but considering all the recent threats...

I thought I left that war behind me.

My kids could have been in that car.

One mistake.

One horrible mistake.

I read the report.

What happened in Afghanistan
wasn't your fault.

Yeah, right or wrong,
it's still something I have to live with.

And "fog of war" just doesn't cut it
when you're looking at 10 dead civilians.

Micki!

Oh, honey.

-Oh, my God. Are you okay?
-Yeah, I'm fine, sweetheart.

Thank God.

You ever think you'd be happy

you ran into Sara Turcott
in a parking lot?

-So, do we know who did this?
-Not yet, Mr Shields.

-Okay, so, what? They can try it again?
-Well, if they do we'll stop them.

NCIS will be providing protection
for your family.

Too bad you weren't around
to save Libby.

-Are you kidding? Libby?
-Yeah.

Who's Libby?

Oh, our dog, Agent Todd.

A nasty little thing,
but the kids loved her.

I'll need copies of the surveillance tapes
from the security camera.

You'll get them.

-Today.
-I'll see what I can do.

Do you know what terminal leave is,
Agent Reyes?

Nope.

It's what Commander Shields is on.
In four days she'll be a civilian,

which means I won't be around
to protect her.

That's how long you have
to solve this case.

You're giving me a deadline?

Don't screw up.

-I see something.
-You see speckling, Gibbs.

No, I see a guy planting a bomb
under her SUV.

Do you know how many times
this has been taped over?

The VCR heads have scraped it down
to the plastic.

And let's not forget,
taken through a lens

that's caked with years
of bird droppings.

I think you can make a positive ID.

-I'll try StarWitness.
-What's that?

It's an enhancement programme.

We do a little homomorphic filtering,
a little deinterlacing,

algorithmic enhancement,

unsharp masking.

Yeah, you're getting somewhere now.

I am. Straight into a brick wall.

Whoever it is,
he's blocked by the vehicle.

No, the reflection.

What reflection?

Abs, look at the finish
of the car next to it.

-You're serious.
-Abs, look at the door panel.

Dark and shiny.

You can see a reflection.

A reflection
of whoever planted the bomb.

Gibbs, you're hired!

Oh, when you walked into a room,

I bet you must've turned heads.

Just back from the salon
with your hair all done up.

Doctor, I'm looking at a blood type
they sent over.

It doesn't match
Lieutenant Commander Shields'.

Is that so?

Yeah. They said the only one injured
in the explosion was Shields.

They did indeed.

There's someone unaccounted for.

Mr Palmer, what I'm about to show you

may force you
to re-evaluate your theory.

French fried poodle.

The family pet,
who was, tragically, inside the car.

I can just see
those FBI forensic weasels

sitting around laughing,
picturing what I'm going to look like

performing a forensic autopsy
on this poor creature.

-What are you going to do?
-Oh, let them laugh.

Alexander the Great had a dog.

A mastiff named Peritas.

Yeah, nobody laughed about her.

When she died,
he led the funeral procession.

Built monuments to her.

Ordered yearly celebrations
in her memory.

You know, when I was a kid,

I used to bury our pets under our porch
till my mom found out.

She was pretty upset.

They didn't want you to bury your pets?

No, we lived on the 10th floor
of an apartment building.

Right.

Uh...

-What is it, Doctor?
-You see that? I'm going to take a look.

Just open this up.

And here we go.

Get that up to Abby.

Oh, you poor thing.

This would never have happened
to Peritas.

I would like for everyone to go about
their normal lives as much as possible.

McGee?

McGee, systems check.

Hey!

Okay, camera one is up.

Camera two and three,
give me infrared full-spectrum sweep.

Camera two.
Camera three.

-Okay, punch up camera four.
Four's a go.

All right.
We're up and operational, Tony.

Boss.

We will try to keep a low profile,
but we need your cooperation.

If you see anything suspicious,
you tell us.

I don't believe this.
Can I sleep at Amy's house?

Not a good idea.

We'll need advance notice to clear it.

It's all been kind of stressful.

I'm out of here.

It's an expression. Bed.

Hey, listen,

you and me,
we're kind of gonna be hanging.

You are kidding.

It's gonna be great.

It already sucks.

Hey, yeah.

I remember how I felt
when my dog died, Willy.

Bite me.

Well, I guess we'll turn in, too.

-It's been kind of stressful.
-Stressful.

Good night.

Good night.

-I'll take the front door.
-Then I demand to take the rear.

-Tony?
-Yes, Kate, dear.

-There's only one bathroom downstairs.
-And your point is?

-The seat stays down!
-Unless it's up.

Yeah, Gibbs.

The item that Ducky retrieved
from the dog?

I put it through x-ray chromatography.
There's traces of C4.

-It was a bomb.
-Yeah.

Also, the presence of mercury
used as a vibration trigger.

It's the exact same chemical signature
as the bomb

that killed that Naval attaché
in Morocco last month.

-You're dealing with...
-An Al-Qaeda assassination team.

Sexy as I wanna be

Got these fellas chasin' me

Let's go with this freak show

Outrageous

When I move my body

Outrageous

When I'm at a party

-Outrageous
-Outrageous

Tony! Out of here! Now!

What? I'm just brushing my teeth.

Hey, don't use up all the hot water,
‘cause you've been in there forever.

Tony, how long have you been in here?

Long enough to know you can't sing,

and you haven't shaved your legs
in a week.

Outrageous.

The bomb was C4.
Mercury detonator, shaped charge.

We ran the identifying taggants on it,
and it turns out that it...

Stolen from a military base in Kuwait.

And how do you know that?

A French poodle told me.

It's linked to Al-Qaeda units overseas.

We've identified three individuals
in the country

who may have links to their cells.

Do you know how to use this?

Sure.

You have no idea what that is, do you?

Not really.

Didn't figure you for a tech type, Gibbs.

Kahlid Hassan.

Suspected in planning three bombings
in North Africa.

He was spotted by a Virginia
traffic control camera in D.C. last week.

Roland...
Roland Alan Moore.

Former Petty Officer.

Medically discharged
when he lost two fingers

in an engine room accident.

Put in jail for bombing
a recruiting office.

Converted to Islam in prison.

And escaped a work detail
three months ago.

Well, our computer geeks suspect
that he is one of the people

posting threats to Commander Shields
on the Islamic Web site.

Fernando Petroya.

He owns five ice-cream parlours
in Montgomery and Charles County.

We believe they are
money-laundering fronts

for Al-Qaeda linked to the Philippines.

What's his connection
to Lieutenant Commander Shields?

Well, he was sighted in the vicinity
of the bombing 10 days ago.

I mean, it could just be a coincidence.

Okay, bring him in for questioning.

I can't do that. If I do, we'll tip him off
that we're onto him,

and we are hoping that he will lead us
to some of his contacts in the States.

While you are hoping,
I have a Navy family living in fear

they'll be executed
on their way to the mall.

If we bring him in,

all we're gonna get is his name
and some BS cover story.

Not if you put him in a room with me.

It's not gonna happen.

Sorry.

Hey, don't forget
your thingamajiggy stick.

Hold on.
It needs to be disconnected first.

You did that on purpose.

I don't believe this. I bought tickets.
It's Green Day.

You're acting like it's my fault.

Just tell me,
are you gonna go with me or not?

Yes or no?

What's it gonna be, Jen?

Lyle, don't.

Half the school is not here today.

Is that so?

Because of you.

Thanks.

Twenty-four, fourteen, two.

No.

Twenty-two,

fourteen,

twenty.

No.

-Where are you going?
-Bathroom.

What, you want to watch me pee,
Special Agent Todd?

You had to go really bad, huh?

My parents told me
you had to follow me around.

Doesn't mean that I have to talk to you.

Do your parents know that you smoke?

No.

Are you going to tell them?

Not if you promise to quit.

Whatever.

You know, you should be flattered.
I used to protect the President.

Of what?

The United States.

Really? And now you're protecting me.

-And your whole family.
-What a waste.

Might be four people,
but it's not a family.

It hasn't been in a long time.

Ever shot anybody?
-Not this week.

Are you strapping?
Oh, a SIG! Dude's got a SIG.

"Dude's got a SIG."

-Wanna help me warm up?
-Yeah. What do you want me to do?

-Just stand there and don't move.
-Okay, I think I can do that.

All right. Don't move. I'm good at that.

Goal!

Hey, touch me and it's child abuse.

All right, let's go, guys.

Shoot it! Shoot it!
Hey, nice shot!

It's just plain stupid.

Okay, here we go.

He's getting better, actually.

It doesn't matter how good he is
if he can't reach the damn ball.

Why does Coach keep playing him?

'Cause he's the coach's kid.

I agree with you.
We need a new keeper.

Honey, they're kids, okay?
You know, it's supposed to be fun.

Winning is fun, honey. Trust me.

Well, it isn't everything, Micki.

-Well, it should be.
-Come on, Greta.

Let's go set up the snacks

while our spouses pretend
they're watching the Olympics.

I want double overtime for this, boss.
That kid's a nightmare.

He reminds me of you.

Oh! No goal! No goal!

Sorry about that!

Sorry. Sorry.

What's up?

I don't know.
Something doesn't feel right.

He's good.

I told you I knew someone
who could beat you.

I'm not sure about this, DiNozzo.
-Keep the faith, McGee, you're winning.

Playing Unreal Tournament

in the Multiple Threat
Assessment Centre

-is not what they had in mind when...
-Focus, probie.

If Gibbs sees me playing this...

Hey, McGee!

Yeah, boss?

Status report.

Yes!

McGee!

Girl is in her room.

The parents are in the kitchen
with Kate.

And I guess you know where the boy is.

Yeah.

It won't happen again.

I know.

...four, two.

Twenty-two, fourteen, twenty-two!

Women, Willy. Can't live with them,

can't think of a reason
why you'd want to.

-What do you got for me, Abs?
-You've got mail from the FBI.

I think that agent has the hots for you.

Okay, you're right.
She's really not your type.

She sent me highly encrypted JPEGs.

Public key's got 64 numbers.

It took me longer to input the password

than it took the programme
to decrypt the cipher text.

Machine making pretty pictures now.

Yeah. Gibbs.

-You got the stills?
-Yeah.

We took them off the ice cream man's
computer, Fernando Petroya.

We extracted his hard drive,
cloned it and returned it.

He doesn't even know.

He had Commander Shields
under surveillance.

Yeah.

-I want him brought in.
-Look, I told you I can't.

Not yet. We need his whole cell.

We are running out of time here,
Agent Reyes.

Look, you got your people on the family.

They'll be fine.

-For a few more days.
-Don't worry, okay?

After that,
the FBI will pick up protection.

Yeah, that's what I'm afraid of.

Boss, I need you up here.

Someone in the backyard.

Kate and Tony are intercepting.
Come on.

No! No, wait! It's...

Freeze!

-Don't shoot him!
-Jen, get out!

-Don't!
-Get out! Jen, go now!

I'm sorry! Please don't kill me!

Stand down, Tony. It's her boyfriend.

Not real bright, kid.

You're lucky you don't have
two holes in that face of yours.

Boyfriend?

Gibbs, Kate. False alarm.

One of the kids?

Daughter's boyfriend.
Probably not the first time he snuck in,

but I guarantee, the last.

Mom packs a Glock.

Where is Romeo now?

On his way home to change his pants.

And Juliet is getting her butt reamed
by the Capulets.

Roger that. Standing down.
Keep us informed.

You got it.

- What are you doing?
-Listening.

That is just wrong.

Sneaking your horny boyfriend

into a house filled
with armed federal agents

who are on the lookout
for Al-Qaeda assassins.

That's wrong, Kate.

Me, I'm just trying
to gather some valuable intel

so I can do my job better.

I mean, Jen,
what the hell were you thinking?

We weren't gonna have sex,
if that's what you're worried about.

That's not the point!
That boy could have been killed!

-You don't even know his name!
-Look, why don't we all just calm down?

We've been dating for six months, Mom.

His name is Lyle. Lyle Chambers.

Let's stay on target, young lady.
This is not about names.

On target?

-Do you think I'm one of your sailors?
That's enough, Jennifer.

She doesn't know anything
about my life, Dad.

And why do you think that is,
Commander?

I'm warning you.
Do not speak to your mom like that.

Oh, all of a sudden
you're concerned with Mom's feelings.

What is that supposed to mean?

What a joke.

-Something I should know here?
-Forget it. Just forget it.

-Can I go to bed now?
Fine...

We've got a face, I think.

I've seen better pictures of Sasquatch.

Well, the fact that it's a reflection
limits the details.

Well, yeah. I can see that, Abby.

And their face, if it is a face,
looks like it's turned away.

Okay, so let's focus
on something smaller.

-Like what?
-Like a hand.

If you were placing a bomb
underneath a car,

your other hand would be
on the side panel.

Huh.

That might actually work.
Oh, I can see the paper now.

"Digital Optical Enhancement
of Reflective Surfaces

"with Scattered Refractive Properties."

Sounds like a bestseller.

I need the answers soon, Abs.

Those were happier times.

Thank you.

I'm sorry about last night.
I don't know what that girl was thinking.

It happens. Teenagers, right?

It just feels like yesterday
that she was playing with dolls

and following me around the house.

But now...

Well, raising a family and having
a full-time military career,

I don't know how you've managed it.

I didn't. That's why I'm getting out.

It had nothing to do with Afghanistan.

But you could retire in five years.
Full pension, medical.

My last deployment
lasted for over a year.

When I came home,
my babies, my little boy and girl...

Willy wouldn't even speak to me,

and Jen was five inches taller

and practically a stranger.

The constant moving, the uncertainty,
the time away.

David does a great job,
but it's too much for him,

for all of us.

Have you thought about
what you're going to do

when you get out?

Learn how to be a mother.

I certainly couldn't do any worse.

You're being too hard
on yourself, Commander.

From where I stand,
you're a role model.

You know what was my biggest fear
in the Navy?

This feeling that everything
that I was fighting for,

everything that I wanted to protect,

wouldn't be here when I got back.

And now I've brought the war
home with me.

Check this out, Gibbs. We got a hand.

That's a hand?

That's the best I could do.
Maybe not good enough.

How so?

Well, for some reason there's one area

that none of the enhancement
programs will work on.

Can you tell if he's Middle Eastern?

That or African American.

He's only got three fingers.

I know.
I think the programme screwed up.

Sorry, Gibbs.

He didn't.

-He didn't what?
-Have fingers there.

So, it worked?

Uh-huh.

Cool. So what is he?
Some sort of killer shop teacher?

Killer squid. Thanks, Abs.

Yep.

This is insane, Micki.

When you're stressed, you eat. I run.

Look, why don't you
just use the treadmill?

It's not the same.

Okay, you know what? Why don't you
just do whatever you want?

Okay? You always do anyway.

Agents DiNozzo and Todd
are gonna be with me.

It's a run.

What's the worse that could happen?

You could get shot by a sniper!

That would solve a lot of problems,
wouldn't it?

I can't even believe that you said that.

What is wrong with you?

I can't believe
a lot of things lately, David.

Running out in the open?
This is not a good idea.

Well, she's stubborn,
won't listen to reason

and is definitely used to
getting her own way.

Kind of reminds me of someone.

-Yeah, like a female Gibbs.
-See, I was thinking you.

Nice you could make it, probie.

Traffic was a nightmare. I'm sorry.

In the real world of real agents,

we account for things
like traffic, McGee.

We'll be back in about an hour.
The monster's up in his room.

Listen, don't take it personally
if he completely ignores you,

which he will.

Right.

McGee!

Hey.

-Come on!
-Yeah.

Reflected image?

So, our bomber is Roland Alan Moore.

You don't sound surprised,
Agent Reyes.

Well, he was a suspect.

That's true.

-It's a nice office.
-Thanks.

Is that a surveillance request form?

I am pretty busy here, Gibbs,
so, you got something to say, say it.

That's direct. I like that.

-Where is he?
-Who?

My former Petty Officer
Roland Alan Moore.

-How would I know?
-You're lying. Know how I can tell?

Your pupils just contracted,

and your heart rate's increasing.

Maybe I'm just attracted to you.

You're hoping Moore will try it again.

You want to roll up his entire network.

-So what if I am?
-My people are protecting that family.

If they have to, they will die doing it.

If that happens,

ask Fornell what I'd do.

I run this route every day.
It's exactly six miles.

You up for an eight-minute pace?

I am. Let me check with my partner.

-You up for an eight-minute pace?
-Behind us.

White panel van,
been with us the last two turns.

All right, let's drop back.
If he makes this turn, we abort.

McGee, we might have a situation here.

12:00, at the intersection.

-I see him.
-Ambush?

-Take cover!
-Break left! Break left!

Keep the lanes clear
through here.

How's the Commander?
-She's fine,

except for a few bruises she got
when she hit the deck.

Tony has her and the entire clan
locked down at the house.

No more runs, Kate.

You don't have to tell me twice, Gibbs.

All right, we got lucky today.

The blast was mostly contained
inside the vehicle.

Of course there's also the matter
of the five FBI agents

that Tony and I almost shot.

They were there for your protection.

In unmarked vans
without our knowledge?

Our operation's "need to know,"
Agent Todd.

You didn't.

I've run Presidential protection details,
Reyes.

You don't assign two undercover units
without coordination!

She's not interested in protection, Kate.

You wanted them to try again.

The FBI thinks that the assassination
team after the Commander

is part of a much larger operation.

And we're the bait to draw them out.

And our intel indicates that they
were planning something catastrophic.

We were hoping by observing this team,

that they would lead us
to the rest of the network.

And if the Commander and her family
just happened to die in the process?

Wow. And I thought Fornell
was a bastard.

It was your people
that were lucky today, Agent Reyes.

-Oh, yeah? How do you figure that?
-Because my people shoot to Kill.

You stay here.

Make sure you get copies
of everything the FBI finds.

I don't trust her.

Good. You're learning.

Excuse me.

Hi, my name's Greta Boyen.
I'm a friend of the Shields.

Is Micki okay?

She's fine.

Well, 'cause, I mean,
I just live right over there,

and we heard the explosion

and I saw her carried away
and I thought...

She was just a little dazed, that's all.

Thank God.

Listen, do you think it'd be all right
if we went over and visited?

The best thing you can do
for her right now, Mrs Boyen,

is go home.

I got that coffee for you, Agent Reyes.

It's not as strong as mine,
but if you don't want it...

You know,
I've been waiting 20 minutes, Gibbs.

I am not used to waiting.
I don't like waiting.

Well, yeah. That's why I got you coffee.

You sure you don't want to try?

What the hell do you want?

Roland Alan Moore.
In my chat room. One hour.

Not gonna happen
until he leads us to everyone in his cell.

-I'll get their names.
-Oh, how?

You're gonna force feed him
your coffee?

You see, DiNozzo was wrong about you.
You do have a sense of humour.

Don't miss the 6:00 news, Agent Reyes.

What the hell have you done?

Nothing yet.

But isn't,
"Our FBI using an American family

"as terrorist bait," news?

You'll blow our entire operation?

Sure. But I'll also get Moore
in my chat room.

Look. Even an agent
as arrogant as you are

has to know that what you're threatening
iS a career-ender.

Only if he doesn't talk.

If he does, it's a career-maker.

Suzanne McRobert, please.

Special Agent Gibbs, NCIS.

You've seen Suzanne on TV.

She's cute, you know, blonde,
does the anchor on the news.

That had better mean we have a deal,
or you're gonna lose a finger.

You don't crack Moore,
the appendage that I'll cut off

will mean so much more to you
than a finger.

Oh, wow! You're reading Moonstone!
-Mmm-hmm.

Yeah, hey, you know,

Dorothy Sayers thought that was
the best detective story ever written.

-And T.S. Eliot, he called Moonstone...
-Where the hell is Gibbs?

...the first true English detective novel.

Gibbs is prepping Roland Alan Moore
for interrogation.

Prepping?

You mean like physically abusing him?

No, no, no, no.
Gibbs never lays a finger on a suspect.

At least not after we have them
in custody.

So what the hell is it exactly
that he does to prep them?

Well, it varies from suspect to suspect.

And I really
can't say what he does.

Because it's illegal.

No. No, I don't think so.

No, it's usually
just a quiet conversation.

After you hang yourself.

By the way, do you prefer
Roland or Mohammed?

I'm not gonna hang myself.

Oh, yeah, I know that.

That's just what my report's gonna say.
Anyway,

after you hang yourself,
your body would be autopsied here

by Doctor Mallard.

Hey, Duck, where are you going to start
the cut on Roland?

He's gonna hang himself?

Uh-huh.

You're not gonna do this.

He doesn't know me very well, does he?

Obviously not.
I remember one terrorist we had...

Duck, come on. No war stories.

Oh, right.

Well, I might start with his head, Jethro.
I'd make a cut here behind the ear,

around the back to the other one.

And then I'd pull the skin
down over your face

so I could take the Striker saw
to take the top of your skull off.

Get away from me.

I don't think he wants you
to start there, Duck.

Oh, no matter.
I can always use a "Y" cut to begin with.

Let me show you.
It's quite simple, really.

We take the scalpel, and we cut here

and here.

There we go. And then we make a cut
all the way down

to just above the pubic bone.

Now we separate the skin
from the muscle and tissue.

And then we take these and then we...

we cut.

Now once I've

opened you up...

Jethro.

Then we take this,

and we pull it out from here.

And then I can take out

your heart.

The tubes down here,
we cut those away.

What do you know? A lung.

And now we go up to the trachea
and that allows us to pull it out,

along with your tongue.

The FBI
announced the arrest

of four alleged terrorists today.

They are believed to be
an Al-Qaeda cell

responsible for the bombing

of Navy Lieutenant Commander
Micki Shields' car

at a Takoma Park supermarket
on Wednesday

and a second car bombing yesterday
on a street where she was jogging.

An FBI spokesperson said
a suspect they had under surveillance

led them to a Silver Springs apartment

where they captured the entire cell
without firing a shot.

Lieutenant Commander Shields
was the Naval aviator...

The news is really depressing
these days.

You have no idea, Commander Shields.

Actually not Commander anymore.

Terminal leave is up.
I am just Mrs Micki Shields now.

And I kind of like the sound of that.

That's good.

Are we gonna let these people
get on with their lives,

or are we gonna stand here
and stare them to death?

The equipment is loaded and stored.
Ready to move, boss.

Well, then move, McGee.

If you tell anyone where you got it,
I will deny under oath.

A blank hall pass.

Signed by the principal.

Undated.

Erasable ink is the key.
It's always worked for me.

Thank you.

Hey!

Well, here you go.

Thanks.

Yeah, I wouldn't wear it unless I had to.

Cool. If there's anything
you can think of.

Shades.

-What?
-I like your sunglasses.

Yeah, but that's not surprising,

because they're super cool, Willy.

But, see, the thing about these is
that these are really grown-up shades.

We're out of here.

Thanks!

Sweet!

Polarised lenses.

Impact protected.
Raked-back curvature.

They were special order, boss.

I don't ever special order.

Isn't that funny? Neither do I.

There's nothing funny
about this, McGee.

And what part of this conversation
is about you anyway?

Only the part about special ordering.

I always special order.

Bright day out today.

Yeah, Abs.

So, the FBI finally sent copies
of the evidence

from the second bombing.

The patterns don't match the first.
The second's more "boom" than bomb.

There was no shrapnel.

Fertilizer and oil instead of C4.

And placement inside the car
limited the spread.

Amateur night.

Sounds like.
Oh, something else, my hero.

It was triggered by some sort of
crude remote control.

Like a garage door opener.

Couldn't have had a range
of more than 100 feet.

-Anything we should know, boss?
-The second bomb wasn't Al-Qaeda.

Somebody else
wants the Commander dead.

We're finished. It's over.

No, you're just confused, David,
and that's understandable.

I would be, too,
if Al-Qaeda were targeting my family.

Greta, what we did was a big mistake.

No, what we did was right.

She's brought all this on herself.
She's put your family in harm's way.

David, everything's gonna be better
once she's gone.

-Do you hear what you're saying?
-What? You'll see! You'll see.

We could go back to how we were
before she came home.

No, no, no.
Greta, it's not gonna happen, okay?

We were lonely. That's all it was.

I love my wife.

No!

Don't say that, okay?

'Cause that's not true.

Yes, it is.

Well, then I'm gonna tell her, David.

If you won't, I will.

You just did, Greta.

-Now get out of our life.
Oh, God.

Whoa! Whoa! Greta! Greta!

Put it away.

He made love to me, Micki.

He made love to me
like he's never made love to you.

He told me that.

Greta, look.

Just give me the gun.

No! Everything's gonna be fine
once she's gone!

You'll see.

Drop your weapon, Greta.

Leave and I'll forget all about this.

I won't.

Please.

It was self-defence.
She was just trying to protect herself.

At least this time
it wasn't an innocent civilian.

Actually, I did special order once.