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[knocking]

[knocking]

You looking for Jerry?

Yeah. Registered letter for him.

Mailman brought it late
yesterday afternoon.

I signed for it.

Well, give it to me, Courtney.
I'll put it in his apartment.

Thanks.

I don't want to be a pain,

but I've still got ants
in my kitchen.

Exterminator's coming
this afternoon.

They'll be done before you
get back from class, I promise.

Thanks.That's what I'm here for.

[click, mechanical whirring]

[click]

[screams]

[phones ringing]

[elevator bell dings]

Hey, Murray.

What are you doing
at Ziva's desk?

Officially not her desk anymore,
Agent DiNozzo.

Is Gibbs going to replace her?

I don't know.

It's only been a week.

He hasn't really
discussed it with me.

I repeat, Murray:

What are you doing?S.O.P.

Just... scrubbing
her hard drive.

This kind of
looks like you.
It is.

How close were
you two?
Give me that.

[elevator bell dings]

Morning, Agent McGee.

Hey, Tim.

What's the matter?

Can't find my badge and I.D.Ooh.

Lost your creds--
that's serious.Yeah, I know, Tony.

I couldn't find them at home;
I was hoping I'd left them here.

Ooh, you're so screwed.

Thank God I didn't lose
my building access card.

Lost creds initiate an automatic
I.G. 2B investigation.

It's almost as serious
as losing your weapon.

You didn't lose that,
too, did you?

You keep talking
and I'll use it.

Hey, you've got
to chill out, all right?

No need to report the loss

if they're just gonna
show up, okay?

You just need to think.
Visualize.

When was the last time
you saw them?

Tony, I've tried that.

Explosion. Blew up
a J.G.'s apartment.

TONY:
Casualties?

Yeah, building manager.

You waiting for
a special invitation, McGee?

No, boss.

[siren wailing,
indistinct chatter]

Whoa, I didn't get a
good look at that, sir.

Mm-hmm.

Thank you,
Special Agent Gibbs.

The baby-faced newbie cop
is actually checking I.D.'s.

How unusual...

and unfortunate for you.

As you can see,

Special Agent Anthony DiNozzo.

Thank you, sir.

Thank you.

[speaking unintelligibly]

[continues speaking
unintelligibly]

Go ahead.

[muffled]:
Thank you.

Ah, well done.

DUCKY:
All right, on three.

One, two...

[phone ringing]

That's me. That's me.

Uh, I know
how you feel

about taking personal calls
in the field, Doctor,

but this is Breena.

We're supposed to meet

with the adoption lawyer
today, so...

Answer it, Mr. Palmer.

Yeah?
Yeah.

Hey, Breena.

Adoption lawyer?
They're really gonna do it?

Most certainly, and...
Breena's gonna take a while.

Would you mind
giving me a hand?

Oh. Well...

it's not really my...Well...

Sure.

One, two, three.
[grunts]

[exhales] Yeah, this is
gonna be interesting.

Poor man took the brunt
of the explosion.

Shaped charge.

Meant to kill whoever
opened the door.

COURTNEY:
I was knocking at the door.

I-I was trying
to give him his mail,

and... I just knew
the lieutenant as a neighbor.

He was a nice guy,
but quiet.

We really didn't talk that much
about anything important.

What can you tell me
about the registered letter?

Huh?

The letter you signed for.

I'm sorry, but my ears
are still ringing.

Get yourself checked out
at the hospital.

We'll contact you
later, okay?

Spoke with Lieutenant Keith's
commander at the Pentagon.

Keith is on two weeks'
leave visiting his mother

in Fort Wayne, Indiana.

He's away, and somebody
booby-traps his apartment, hmm?

TONY:
Lieutenant Junior Grade

Terence Keith, 26, grew up
in Fort Wayne, Indiana.

Graduated from Montana State,

went to Officers' Candidate
School in Newport, Rhode Island.

I like Rhode Island.

He wanted to fly,
but washed out

of preliminary flight training
at Whiting Field in Florida.

Was assigned to his present duty
at the Pentagon last year.

He washed out?
What was his problem?

Checking on it.Boss, something's wrong.

That was Keith's mother
in Fort Wayne.

He's not there
and she isn't expecting him.

She talk to him?Not in weeks.

Anything?

BOLO's out on Lieutenant
Keith's gray '09 pickup.

No action
on his credit card

in the last two days, and his
cell phone is turned off.

[phone ringing]

[ringing continues]

[ringing continues]

NCIS.

She doesn't work here anymore.

I'm sorry, I don't have
a forwarding number.

Sure thing.

Ziva's dental hygienist--
she had an appointment tomorrow.

They were calling
to confirm.

It's hard to believe
she's not coming back.

She wanted to move on.

So let's move on.

WOMAN:
Hey!

Probie!

Vera.

Am I surprised
to see you here.

[chuckles]
Yeah.

I have managed to avoid

coming to headquarters
for 20 years,

and now they call me in.

I got a meeting
with Vance.

I'm already half an hour late.

Is he on this floor?No. One flight up.

Okay. All right.

It's good to see you, Vera.

Good to see you. Boys.

You're looking, uh,
good there, Leroy.

[laughs]

We're gonna catch up later.

[sighs]

[quietly]:
Yeah.

Who is that, boss?

Uh, Special Agent
Vera Strickland.

"Probie"?

Mike Franks' last partner.

McGee, come on,
you're with me.

Pentagon. We're gonna go talk
to Lieutenant Keith's C.O.

Uh, boss, boss,
Abby needs my help.

Actually, she said she needed
my help with the bomb residue.

That okay?

Yeah. Yeah, it's okay.

Did you just lie to
the all-knowing Gibbs?

It was stupid, wasn't it?Yes.

I panicked.

They're not gonna let me into
the Pentagon without my creds.

I'm just gonna have to notify
the I.G. and report the loss.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Don't make that phone call.

They're gonna show up.

Did you do something
with them, Tony?

[chuckles]:
No.

No. No.

You probably put them
somewhere stupid.

Where were you last night?

I've been over it
a thousand times.

Did you have a booty call

with your special friend,
D.O.D. Delilah?

What is this?

Hmm. It's hardened.

[sniffs]
Whew! Stinks.

What are you mumbling about,
Mr. Palmer?

Something's melted
under the fabric. Here, see it?

Well, take it up to Abby;
she'll identify it.

[ringtone imitates
old-fashioned car honking]

Ah. Breena texting me.

We had to reschedule

our appointment
with the adoption lawyer.

His only opening is in...
20 minutes. Great.

I'll have to tell her
I can't make it.

I'll take that up.
You go meet with Breena.

Oh... I appreciate that
so much, Dr. Mallard.

She's been really nervous about
the whole adoption process.

I'm not nervous;
she's nervous.

Tell her to relax
and think about the end result.

Mr. Palmer,

I... envy your chance
to have a family.

Go.

[sighs]

[hard rock music blaring]

Abby.

Hang on, this is
my favorite part. Hold on.

♪

[guitar holding chord]

[music ends]

Ah. How good were
the Sterile Puppets last night?

Yeah, that sound system
at RFK was pretty killer.

Oh, and Lynch--
what a great drummer, huh?

Please thank him
for the tickets.

It was so fun being in the pit.
Did you see Twitter?

The Puppets have been trending
since the concert.

That's nice.

What's wrong?

I lost my badge and I.D.

Oh, oh...

Ouch.

Yeah. Might have been
during the concert,

all that bumping and shoving.

Oh, God, I hope not.

What did Gibbs say?

I haven't told him.

Abby, what if I
was pickpocketed?

What's this?

It's Ziva's scarf.

Oh, yeah.

I remember this.

She wore it
her first day at NCIS.

Yeah, and then
after we became friends,

I complimented her on it,
and she just gave it to me.

And I wore it today,
and it just made me feel better.

So maybe that'll work for you.

Mm.

Have you talked to her?

Texted her.
I haven't heard back.

Oh, the good doctor.

What dost thou
bringeth me?

The vestments
of the newly departed, milady.

The heat of the explosion
fused something onto his shirt.

It looks like... plastic?

Ooh.Maybe a credit card?
I'll check.

Any luck with the bomb?ABBY: I was able
to determine

that the explosive was C-4.

And based on the size
of the blast,

I'd think it was probably
ten to 12 ounces.

That would explain
the extensive trauma

to the building
manager's body.

Any luck locating
the lieutenant, Agent McGee?

Unfortunately, no.

I don't believe

I've ever seen you
wearing a scarf before.

MAN: I'm confused.
Keith isn't in Fort Wayne?

His mother hasn't seen
or talked to him

in weeks-- she
isn't expecting him.

I don't know what to
tell you, Agent Gibbs.

Why would he lie?

I don't know.

Anything at work
that could put him in danger?

No. His duties are
primarily administrative.

He doesn't have
top-secret clearance.

I can't believe
someone would try to kill him.

He's quiet, keeps to himself.

What can you tell me about

Lieutenant Keith's
personal life?
Not much.

Matter of fact, I don't
think I've ever seen him
outside the office.

Is he good at his job?Adequate.

He doesn't have
his heart in it.

Once Keith washed out
of flight school,

I think he was just
riding his time out.

Offered him a job that would
put him on a career track,

but he wasn't interested.

He give a reason?
No.

He's a strange duck.

How do you mean?

I just... can't get
a handle on the guy.

VERA:
So this is MTAC.

Mm-hmm.

Vera, I've seen your face
on that screen

more times than
I can remember.

Wow, I didn't realize
it was so big.

Must've shown every
wrinkle on my mug.

You got to give
a girl a break.
[laughs]

McGee?

What are you doing?

Uh...

I can't find my car key.

And, uh, I thought
I dropped it in here.

McGee, I'd like to introduce
you to Special Agent
Vera Strickland.

Oh, well, we sort of
already met, Leon.

He's one of Gibbs' kids, right?

VANCE: Right. Vera's retiring
at the end of the month.

She's gonna be here
with us at headquarters

for the last couple of weeks
as she processes out.

Where alls I have to do
is keep my nose clean,

stay out of trouble,

and then I ride off
into the sunset on my hog.

VANCE:
She's not kidding.

Vera's got a Harley.

V-twin, four-stroke,
Electra Glide classic.

[both chuckle]

Tony, Tony, Tony, Tony, Tony.
I know who built the bomb.

Who?Well, I want to tell Gibbs
myself. Where is he?

He went to the Pentagon.

Abbs?

[line ringing]You can tell me;
we are a team.

Gibbs, Gibbs, Gibbs!
I got a fingerprint

and DNA off the bomb's
trigger mechanism.

And I ran it through
a database of one,

and I got a name.Abbs?

Who?

Lieutenant Junior Grade
Terence Keith.

[phone beeps]

He blew up his own apartment.

Oh, hi.

Why would Keith booby-trap
his own apartment?

Looks like Lieutenant Keith
called the same number

several times
over the past few days.

McGEE:
Yep.

Belongs to a Lieutenant
Junior Grade Dana Robbins,

an aviator.

Assigned to the carrier Benjamin Franklin.

It's home-ported in Norfolk.

She only answered
the first call.

Talked for less than
three minutes.

She's not aboard the ship;
I left a message.

I've been talking to people
in Fort Wayne about Keith.

Not exactly
an ideal childhood.

Father left
when he was six.

He was an alcoholic.

They haven't had
much contact since.

Keith was a nerd
in high school.

Science geek.

Captain Laramie hinted
he was a little strange.

Yeah. High school advisor said
he was a loner, bullied.

Nose got broken
his senior year.

Lot of wedgies.
Probably why he went

out of state to college,
to get away.

Doesn't sound like
Officer Candidate material.

VERA:
Found the break room.

The coffee sucks.

Director Vance said there was
an empty desk around here

where I could
park my ass.

This will do.

No.Not that one.

Okay.

What's the problem, boys?

Vera, come on.

Got a desk for you.

All right.

Oh... well...

well, it's a
little cramped.

GIBBS:
No. It's cozy.Yeah, well,

what the hell, it's just
till the end of the month.

[loudly]: And you're not
even gonna know I'm here.

[phone ringing]

[Tony groans]

[whispers]:
No, boss.

Back to work.

ABBY:
Gibbs, can you come to the lab?

Yeah, Abbs.
I'm on my way down.

[elevator bell dings]

Through the loop.

Round.

Back through the loop.

Are you knitting?

I'm trying.

They're gonna be booties
for Jimmy and Breena's baby.

That's months away, Abbs.

Well, it's gonna
take me that long.

This can't be the reason
you brought me down here.

We got lucky.

Major Mass Spec determined

the specific signature
on the C-4.

It's a unique combination
of a plasticizer

and dinitrobutane.

It's manufactured by a
company in Des Moines, Iowa.

Why are we lucky?I'm so glad you asked.

They only have one distributor
in the Mid-Atlantic states:

Pyrotechnic Engineering.

And they are just across
the river in Anacostia.

You get anything
from Keith's laptop?

Oh. Have no fear.

I willaccess
this hard drive.

Boss, it's unbelievable--
she and Mike Franks

were involved in the capture
of Noriega in Panama?

McGEE: Yeah, he sought asylum
at the Vatican Embassy.

It was Vera's idea
to blast him out

with Van Halen music.GIBBS: Yeah, yeah, yeah.

It's ancient history, boys;
I've heard it a thousand times.

What about our current case?

Work, work, work.
Gibbs used to be fun.

You connect
with the pilot

Keith was trying to call?

Lieutenant Robbins
is on her way here.

His college transcripts
just came in.

It's interesting--
his major was

electronic engineering,
which would give him

the technical know-how
to make a bomb.

Yeah, Abby I.D.'d the explosive.

It was distributed

by Pyrotechnic Engineering
in Anacostia.

You two, go,
check it out.

Boss, I got a problem.

I lost my creds.

I haven't seen them
since last night.

You're just telling me now?

You report this to our I.G.?

I wanted to tell you first.

I'll notify them.

Special Agent Strickland.

Yeah?Gear up.

What?

Vance said you're available
if needed.

VERA:
Uh, uh-uh, no way.

No, no, no.
I'm just here to...Vera...

to process out.
Vera.

That's-- No...Go with DiNozzo.

[quietly]:
DiNozzo?

Oh, I've heard stories
about this guy.

His car blew up,
he almost died from the plague.

And didn't someone shoot
at you a few months ago?

He missed.[groans]

I only have two
weeks left, Gibbs.

I shouldn't even be
in the same room

as this moving target.
Go.

[sighs]

This is your fault, McGee.

You're gonna pay.

TONY: So, tell me, Vera, how do
you like working with a partner?

You want to
"good cop/bad cop"?

You, Inspector Clouseau, are
an accident waiting to happen.

And you are definitely
not my partner.

So, how did you work
with Mike Franks, then?

We had a very special
relationship.

Really? How so?

Yeah, I'm not
going into it, DiNozzo.

Okay? This is your show;
I'm here for the ride.

Speaking of ride,
I don't like the way you drive.

Mr. Frazier?
Yeah?

Special Agent DiNozzo.

Special Agent Strickland.

What can I do for you?Have you seen this guy?

Yeah.

Yeah. He was here.

Couple of weeks ago.

Wanted to buy some C-4.

He's in the Navy?

Yeah.Yeah. Uh, did you

sell him the plastic?No, no.

You have to be licensed
to buy from us.

Did...The lieutenant tell you
what he wanted to do with it?

He said he just
needed a pound or two

to blast some tree stumps.

So he left empty-handed?Yeah.

But I gave him the name

of a demolitions contractor
who might take a small job.

The powder monkey
got a name?

Yeah, yeah.
Larry Purcell.

Works out of his
house in Elkridge.

You got any questions, DiNozzo?

Moi?

Don't even know why I'm here.

Thanks.

[door opens]

GIBBS:
Lieutenant Robbins.

Thanks for coming in.
Have a seat.

You want some coffee?

Sure, thank you.

I'll try to make this
as quick as possible.

I know you're deploying
in the morning.

You must be excited.I am.

I've been training for this
a long time.

F-18?
Yes, sir.

I get paid to fly a Super
Hornet-- doesn't get
any better than that.

That's great.

Special Agent McGee didn't
tell me what this is about.

Lieutenant J.G. Terence Keith.

Terry?

Yeah. You talk
to him recently?

Couple days ago.

Is something wrong?

We can't find him.

He in some kind of trouble?

How do you know him?

Um, met him in Pensacola
for A.P.I.

We moved on together
to Whiting Field

for preliminary
flight training.

You two close?

No. Just... classmates.

Why'd he wash out?

He was actually a good pilot.

The pressure got to him.

Pressure, huh?

Terry probably needed to be

on some kind of
antianxiety medication.

But you can't
do that and fly.

He started acting out.

There a confrontation?

No.

In the last few weeks
of flight training,

Terry knew he wasn't
gonna make the cut.

He became sullen and withdrawn.

And angry with me.

I don't think he could
accept the fact that a woman

was going to move on to strike
jet training and he wasn't.

The call the other day--
what'd he want?

Couldn't figure it out.
It was strange.

He was... strange.

We weren't on the best of terms
when he left Whiting Field,

and... now he wants
to see me before I deploy.

What'd you tell him?

That I was busy.

I needed to see friends and
family before I shipped out.

Why don't you handle
this one, DiNozzo.

[chuckles]
Okay.

Hey there.

You Larry Purcell?

Who's asking?

NCIS Special Agent DiNozzo,

and company.

You a Navy cop?
Yeah.

You know the lieutenant?

No.
You didn't look
at the picture, Larry.

Why don't you try
looking at the picture.

Yeah, maybe he was here
a couple weeks ago.

You help him
remove a tree stump?

What? No.

I'm betting you sold him
some C-4.

I don't know. Maybe.

Yeah.
[chuckles]

I have to check my records.
What'd you say his name was?

I didn't.
Try Terence Keith.

I'll be back.

Thanks, Larry.

[quietly]:
Squirrely dude.

Hmm.

[sighs]

VERA:
Nice.

[engine starts]

TONY:
Vera![screams]

[groaning]

[dog barking in distance]

[panting]

I had a good job with
a contractor up north,

but I got laid off.

I couldn't find anything steady,
so I started doing odd jobs.

[chuckles] I needed
the money, okay?

So you sold
Lieutenant Keith the C-4.

He never told
me his name,

and I didn't know
he was in the Navy.

GIBBS: What'd you think he was
gonna do with explosives?

He said he
was gonna do

some demo work
on a friend's farm.

And you believed him?

I believed the cash he gave me.

I had no idea he was gonna rig
his apartment and kill somebody.

[door opens]

[grunts]

A little help would
be nice, McGee.

Sorry.

Is it broken?

A severe ankle sprain.

You're lucky.

Lucky?

PURCELL:
What happens now?

TONY: You're gonna be held
in a detention facility

and booked
for accessory to murder,

illegal sale of explosives,

and assaulting
two federal officers.

Twofederal officers?
Yeah.

Me and Agent Strickland.That old broad is an agent?

I just need one minute
with that clown.

PURCELL:
Can I make some kind of a deal?

Unless you can tell us
where Keith is,

you've got nothing
to offer.

Do I get a break
if I sign a confession?

Write it all down.

TONY:
And please be specific.

We estimate he used
ten to 12 ounces of C-4.

How much did you sell him?

Ounces?

I sold him 200 pounds.

That's almost as much C-4
as was used to take out

the Colein Yemen.

Gibbs, what are
we dealing with?

Keith has something
big planned.

Agreed, but why did he rig
his own apartment?

Whoever comes
to investigate

after the fact--
take him out, Leon.

Wouldn't be
the first time.

Keith didn't know
that the building manager

was gonna open
that door prematurely.

Gibbs, what-what's
his ultimate target?

I don't know.

I got to notify Homeland,
FBI and the ATF.

ABBY: So, Gibbs,
your golden gut was right.

I finally got into
Keith's hard drive.

For the last year,
he's been buying

prescription
antidepressants online

from a Canadian pharmacy
using an assumed name.

Self-medicating.And also,

this, um, plastic blob
that was melted

on the apartment
manager's shirt,

it is not a
credit card.

It is actually an FAA
private pilot's license.

Newly issued and sent
by registered mail

to Lieutenant Keith
two days ago.

The letter the manager was
gonna put in Keith's apartment.

No good deed
goes unpunished.

Lieutenant Keith

took his final check ride
for a civilian pilot's license

two weeks ago at a small airport
in rural Virginia,

Lafayette Field.

His instructor was Kip Logan.

DiNozzo.

On my way, boss.
Want to take a ride, Vera?

Bite me.

Keith was the best student
I ever had.

Didn't have
to teach him anything.

The Navy did that.

Qualifying him
was a no-brainer.

Once he passed the written exam
and logged the minimum hours,

I issued him
a temporary certificate

and filed the paperwork
with the FAA.

Seen him recently?Yesterday afternoon.

Checked him out
in a STOL he wanted to rent.

STOL? What's that?S-T-O-L.

Short Take-Off and Landing.

Two-seater.
Lot of fun to fly.

You can land them anywhere--
pasture, field.

It's great
for cross-country trips.

Did he rent it?Yeah. He booked it for two days.

He say where he was going?

Didn't tell me.

♪

WOMAN: We pulled the radar
and security footage

from Lafayette Field
for yesterday afternoon.

The plane Lieutenant Keith
rented took off at 1421.

It circled the field,

then headed
in a southwesterly direction.

Three minutes later,
it dropped below radar coverage.

Did it ever pop up
on the radar again?

No. A STOL has the capability
to fly very low and very slow.

It'd be like finding
a needle in a haystack.

So potentially,

we have a bomb
aboard an airplane

on a suicide mission
with an unknown target.

Alert all agents and analysts:

no one leaves until we
find Lieutenant Keith.

Thank you, sweetheart.

You have just made my day.

I'm out of here!

Oh, that was H.R.,

and because of my
line-of-duty injury,

I don't have to come in anymore.

And I have you to thank
for that, DiNozzo.

Well, it was
my pleasure.

Oh!
Here let me help
you with...

No, don't. Back. Back.

Don't you come near me.

Just a...Back. I said back.

[sighs]
You catch that S.O.B.

Before he hurts

anybody else, probie.

We'll see you around, Vera.

You know, I'm gonna have
a lot of time on my hands.

Maybe I'll drop by,

see what you're working on
in the basement.

Front door

still unlocked?

Just put it around...No. I said no.

Don't touch me. Back off!

GIBBS: Come on,
come on, come on.

Back to work.

Keith took off 48 hours ago.

Where is he?

Call you next week?Yes, boss.

GIBBS: ...stationed at Lafayette
Field in case he returns there.

TONY: He's not going
back there, trust me.

Is this what you
lost, McGee?

Where'd you find them, Director?

They were found
at RFK Stadium.

Police turned them in
to the I.G.'s office.

I don't know what to say.

Gibbs, you know
about this?

Yeah. I'll deal
with it later.

Been a little busy
around here, Leon.

Anything on
Lieutenant Keith?

No, nothing on his location.

Ducky profiled him;
we have a theory.

All right, let's go.

We're briefing the
others in five minutes.

Duck. Yeah, I need you in MTAC.

Told you you'd find 'em.

Yeah, in the Inspector
General's office.

Ooh.I'm completely screwed.

Well.

Air traffic controllers
are on full alert.

We haven't had
any sightings.

What's the plane's range?

BERGIN:
Just under 450 nautical miles.

So if Keith is planning
to go any further,

he'll have to stop to refuel.

All general aviation airports
east of the Mississippi

have been notified.

And what do we know
about Lieutenant Keith?

We've profiled him.
Dr. Mallard?

Lieutenant Keith
was bullied as a youth

and looked to naval aviation
to turn his life around.

Unfortunately, he washed out.

That made him depressed.

And rather than seeking
professional help,

he self-medicated.

We believe that he quit,
cold-turkey,

to pass his FAA medical
exam, and to get his

civilian pilot's license.

An abrupt cessation
of medication

of that type
could most definitely lead

to episodes
of delusion and paranoia.

That altered state,

combined with low self-esteem
and rejection--

well, most likely
he's seeking revenge.

Revenge against whom?

We're aware
of two possibilities:

the high school,
where he was bullied,

or Whiting Field,
where he washed out.

And both have been alerted.

We can't limit ourselves
to those two targets.

Could be anywhere.

So, how'd it go
with the adoption lawyer?

JIMMY:
Uh, okay.

He had a problem with one
of the items on our résumé.

What?

Well, Breena's a mortician;
I'm a medical examiner--

we both work with
dead people-- and, uh,

the lawyer seemed to think that
that might be kind of a turn-off

for a young woman putting
her baby up for adoption.

But, uh, you know,
I think it'll be fine.

I'm feeling really optimistic.

You should be, because as soon
as they get to know you two,

they're gonna love you.

Thank you for saying that.

[elevator bell dings]

Hey, McGee.

ABBY: Hey, McGee.Well, I got my creds back.

Great!Where were they?

Someone found them at RFK.

I.G. investigation
to follow.

I could end up
getting time on the beach.

Or worse.

McGee, oh,
I'm so, so, so sorry.

[groans]
I feel totally responsible.

I begged you to go
to that concert with me.

Abby, it's not your fault.Oh, God.

Now it's just ruined what
would have gone down in history

as themost epic night ever.

Have you seen Twitter?

The Sterile Puppets
have now gone viral.

Oh, yeah. I heard they passed
one million followers.

What?

How good a friend of yours
is the drummer?

Why?

Think he'd do you a favor?

Will you slow down, McGee?

I do not understand
a word you are saying.

In English.

There's a way
of finding the plane

if it's flying
under the radar.

Social networking,
Gibbs. Twitter.

Abby's got a friend
who's in a band.

And right now,
every single one

of their tweets
is being followed

by hundreds of
thousands of fans.

We post a picture
of Keith's plane

and ask the group's fans
to be on the lookout.

And if anyone sees it,

then we tell them
to tweet the location

with the hashtag
"FindThisPlane."

What's a hashtag?

McGEE: Thousands of
Sterile Puppets fans

will be on the lookout
for this plane.

Hashtag "this could work," boss.

Go.

♪

♪

Well, we got our first hit.

It's from Hopewell, Virginia.

VANCE: Admiral, sending you
the coordinates now.

I'll alert NORAD.

Here we go.

ATC's tried to make contact.
Keith isn't answering.

Might have the radios
turned off.

Transponders, too. We're not
getting any radar hits.

McGEE:
Another tweet.

BERGIN: You know,
the last time we heard

from Keith,
it was on the UNICOM frequency

for Lafayette Field.

Can we transmit
on that frequency?

It'll take a minute.

We've scrambled two Hornets from
Oceana to make an intercept.

Armed?

Yes, but we can't bring
the plane down

over a populated area.

We're getting a lot of tweets--
he's flying a zigzag course.

McGEE:
We got another.

He's skirting around towns.

We've got a video attached.

That's brilliant.

Whose idea was it
to track the plane on Twitter?

I know where he's headed.

The Benjamin Franklinjust left;
it's still in the bay.

I'm monitoring the
fighter pilots' transmissions.

They're closing in.

Put it on a speaker.

PILOT:
Target has crossed the shoreline

and is less than one minute
from the Benjamin Franklin.

We're circling back.
We're circling back.

Several of Keith's
aviation classmates are on board

for their first deployment.Lieutenant Robbins--
the woman

that Keith's been trying
to get in contact with all week.

GIBBS:
The ultimate blow to his ego.

She gets to fly attack fighters,
and he doesn't.

Have NORAD/NORTHCOM
alert the ship.

VANCE: 5,000 personnel,
over 80 aircraft

and a $6 billion ship.

That's a hell of a statement.

He's never gonna get near it;

it's protected
by state-of-the-art

air-and-surface defense systems.

He's on a suicide mission.

Admiral, does
the Benjamin Franklin

have permission
to shoot down a civilian target?

The ship has the right
of self-defense.

MAN [over speakers]:
This is the T.A.O.[alarm blaring]

Now set General Quarters.
Now set General Quarters.

Low, slow flyer
incoming starboard side.

Low, slow flyer incoming
starboard side.

All right, boss,
you got the UNICOM frequency.

Lieutenant Keith.

This is
NCIS Special Agent Gibbs.

The Benjamin Franklin
has locked on to you

with their weapons.

Lieutenant?

It doesn't have to end this way.

You don't understand.

I need to do this.

No, you don't.

To hurt Dana Robbins
and others on board

doesn't solve a damn thing.

You'll never reach the ship.

Turn around.
We'll help you.

Missile systems
are ready to fire.

PILOT:
Air-to-air on final approach.
Target's painted.

Weapons hot.

GIBBS: Lieutenant Keith,
you will be fired upon.

PILOT: Civilian plane is
executing a left-hand turn.

Confirming, civilian pilot
is turning away from carrier.

GIBBS:
Lieutenant Keith,

ATC will give you vectors
for a safe landing.

It's too late.

[beep]

PILOT:
Civilian aircraft has exploded.

Repeat, civilian aircraft
has exploded.

Get some sleep, guys.

Thanks, boss.

Hey, Eugene.
Need something?

I'm here
for Special Agent McGee.

You know why I'm here.

I'm heading up the
I.G. investigation.

Lost credentials are
a very serious offense,

especially when they are
not immediately reported.

[whispers]: Hey. We've had
a long couple of days, you know?

I need you
to come with me.

VANCE:
Hang on.

Agent McGee
isn't going anywhere.

Director?Agent McGee

and the rest
of his team's presence

has just been requested
at the White House.

His clever strategy

just saved
countless lives

and a multibillion-dollar
weapons system.

Yeah, we'll get back to you
on that, Eugene.

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