All language subtitles for NCIS.Hawaii.S03E09.2160p.WEB.h265-ETHEL_Track03

("Crushing It"
by The Sonic Hijackers playing)

♪ Yeah, I'm ready
for a new direction ♪

♪ Think it's time
for me to go my way ♪

♪ Yeah, I had to change
my perception... ♪

(tires screech)

Special Agent Lucy Tara.

Need you
in this vehicle now.
I-I'm gonna say no.

It's not a request,
Special Agent.
Well, I also don't get

in strange vans with overhyped
ex-military types I don't know.

Look, I don't got time
for this, okay?

(Lucy grunts)

(crowd gasps)

(groaning)

Lucy.

Just get in already.

Jesse?

I, I thought he was
reaching for a weapon.

I was reaching
for my credentials.

Sorry, Special Agent Thyme.

Hey.

What's going on, y'all?

Oh, not much. Just, uh,

hanging in the back
of a secret agent van.

Why are we doing that?

They won't say yet.

ROSEMARY:
You'll find out soon.

If Thyme would stop
horsing around

and get in.
THYME:
Going as fast as I can.

I think she dislocated
my shoulder.

Once again, I'm sorry.

You're gonna need
to put those on.

Why?

Can't see anything anyway.

Because we're telling you to.

And who are you again?

Special Agents
Rosemary and Thyme.

Seriously?

They're code names, okay?

Why do you need code names?

Because we're NCIS: ELITE.

Cool.

So, NCIS: ELITE.

Is that, like, a nickname
y'all gave yourselves?

You can't give
yourself a nickname.

Yeah, especially not one
like ELITE.

It's kind of braggy,
right?

It's an acronym.
Ooh, for what?

Can't say.
'Cause you don't know
either?

Of course we know.
It's classified.

Thyme, chill.
They're messing with you.

Look, you don't want to be here,

we didn't want
to bring you here,

but we were ordered to.

Where's here?

And ordered by who?

Ordered by me, Luce.

Boss?

You can take those off.

TENNANT:
Welcome

to the NCIS: ELITE
secret holding facility.

You are now three
of 30 people

who know it exists.

SAM:
This entire facility

was being used
to secure one man.

Alexi Volkoff.

The Chemist.

The fugitive you
and Sam brought in

after the Marshal
plane went down?

SAM:
He's been here
ever since.

Feeding us intel
on his bioweapons caches.

As far as DoD
is concerned,

Alexi Volkoff
is the most valuable

and sensitive asset
that we have right now.

THYME:
And he's NCIS: ELITE's

responsibility.

Okay, so why are
we being read in?

TENNANT:
Because at 8:00 a.m.
this morning...

...Alexi Volkoff was murdered.

♪ ♪

JESSE:
What happened here?

He was in the middle
of an interrogation.

One minute, he's Chatty Cathy...

THYME: And the next,
he's puking blood

all over the floor.

You process the scene?

No.
Check the body?

No.
JESSE: Question the witnesses,

review the feed
from the 20 surveillance cameras

you got mounted in there?

No.
KAI:
So what did you do?

Kai. They called you.

Not by choice.

Our island, our body.

JESSE:
Great.

Well, we'll need our gear.

It's already here.

LUCY:
We'll also need

Commander Chase.
TENNANT:
She just landed.

The hood's a little overkill.

Agreed, but she
requested it.

I find sensory deprivation
invigorating. Don't you?

(Sam chuckles)
Where's the patient?

TENNANT:
Jesse,

would you mind showing her?

You're Jesse, too?

Oh, that's confusing.
What are we gonna call him?

How about New Jesse?
JESSE:
Yeah.

Wait, that doesn't make me
Old Jesse.

No, you're still Original Jesse.

This is the best team
on the island?

Guys, focus.

Let's get to work.

CHASE:
Solitude, Jesse.

There's a lot of debate
about whether its properties

are curative or harmful.

St. Anthony
spent 30 years

completely removed
from any human contact.

And he was the father of monks.

But then you look at Napoleon.

All by himself on Elba.

Uh, he wasn't alone.

Pardon?

Napoleon.

There were 2,100 soldiers
garrisoned with him on Elba.

(gasps)
Jesse.

You're a student of history.

Ah, not me. Heather.
Specifically, French.

Well, either way. 2,100 soldiers
and one dethroned emperor.

A different kind of solitude.

Yeah, fair enough,
but it wasn't the solitude

that killed Napoleon.

It was chronic levels
of arsenic in his bloodstream.

Well, that's another thing
our Chemist

and the Corsican strongman
had in common: poison,

bloody vomit,
signs of a tonic-clonic seizure.

His nervous system shut down.

Possibly from the tea
he was drinking when he died.

I don't know about that, Doc.

I mean, there's two teacups
and there's only one body.

So far.

Contrary to popular belief,

poison can be an imprecise
method of murder.

Managing dosage,
understanding how the poison

will affect one victim
versus another...

Mr. Volkoff's interrogator
may simply take

a longer time to die.

SWIFT: I assure you,
his interrogator

is feeling just fine.

Aside from feeling
very frustrated.

CHASE: Are you sure,
Special Agent Swift?

Symptoms can come on
quite suddenly.

One moment,
you're fit as a fiddle,

the next, you're bleeding
from the ears.

I'm sure.
But thanks for the imagery.

JESSE:
Maybe the poison was only

in the Chemist's teacup.

Placed by whoever
prepared the tea.

Not possible.
I prepared the tea.

Poured the tea
and shared the tea.

And I did
for the last two weeks.

All right.
Bag everything in this room

that Volkoff
came in contact with.

Bring it back to the lab.
And, Special Agent Swift,

I'm sure you'll let me know
if you start feeling poison-y.

VOLKOFF: I have told you
everything that I know.

Names of my employees,
my contacts in organized crime.

The location of my labs.

Can you believe this guy has
been on the island all year,

and none of us even knew?

The boss knew. Sam knew. Swift.

Plus all those
ELITE agents.

Ugh. Stupid ELITE.

With their stupid name
and stupid secret headquarters.

Lucy.

Are you jealous
of NCIS: ELITE?

No.

Of course not.

Would have been nice
to be asked to join, though.

SWIFT:
I'm gonna miss
these visits, Alexi.

VOLKOFF:
I'm not going anywhere.

And neither are you.

SWIFT:
Not until you tell me
where the fourth lab is

and what exactly Compound X is.

VOLKOFF:
Now, I will agree

that you are the least
tiresome federal agent

that I have spoken to
in these past months.

And I must admit that I have not
been completely truthful.

(grunting)

SWIFT:
Alexi?

Alexi? Alexi?

Guard!
(TV beeps)

I've got one question.

Only one?

What the hell
is Compound X?

SWIFT:
A biological weapon.

Unlike any we've ever seen.

Untraceable, airborne,
nearly incurable.

(exhales):
Okay.

And this is, this is for real?

I don't know. Maybe.

Probably.

He was our last chance
to stop it.

Everything's bagged and tagged.

Jesse's bringing it back
to Pearl.

The witnesses?

ELITE's gathering them,

bringing them all back
to Pearl, too.

Almost all of them.

There's one missing. Tom Kaliko.

Classification?
Procurement.

He never entered the facility
but provided all the supplies.

Any priors?

Nothing. Solid citizen.

But he didn't show up
for work today

and he's not answering his cell.

I'll have Kai and Lucy
check it out.

Tom Kaliko had two years
at Hawai'i Community College,

served ten years in the Army

and has been working as a DoD
contractor since last May.

LUCY:
Doesn't sound like
a troublemaker.

Got a family?

Significant other?
No, lives alone.

Closest family is in Las Vegas.

Oh.

Aloha.

We're looking for Tom.

Oh, yeah. He's not here.

And you are?

Barry.

Friend from college.

From college?

That's right.

Have any idea where Tom is now?

He had to run an errand.
I can tell him you came by.

Don't mind waiting.
Kind of urgent.

Really not sure
when he'll be back.

It was a long errand.

Now, that's all good, Barry.

We're made of time.

Great.

Thanks.

So, college, huh?

You two fraternity brothers?

That's right.

Sigma Chi until we die.

♪ ♪

I was gonna make a sandwich.

You want one?

Barry, I'm gonna need you to
take your hands off the knife,

put them
behind your head.

That's an odd request.

Not a request, Barry.

BARRY:
Go, go, go!

(tires screeching)

KAI:
Damn it.

He got away.
You okay, Luce?

LUCY:
Yeah, I'm fine.

Tom not so much.

First contact
between Barry and Tom

we can find is five days ago.

Yeah, and in that time
he somehow convinced Tom

to bring poison
into the facility

but then kills him
when the job is done?

Yeah, we got
no witnesses,

Barry's fingerprints
lead to nothing,

and he drove off
in an unmarked SUV.

ROSEMARY:
You guys are the best, huh?

(scoffs)

Excuse me?
THYME:
No, it's just, uh,

Sam Hanna said your team
was the best in the Pacific.

Mm. And so far,
all you've done

is let your suspect
kill our only lead

and get away.

We didn't let him kill anyone.

Lucy, don't engage.

THYME:
Hey, just saying.

Where we come from,
you got to earn your supper.

Mm-hmm.

KAI:
And yet you have no problem

eating our snacks for free.

Hey. I got something

on our high-flying,
knife-throwing suspect.

Of course you do.

(claps)
'Cause we're the best.

Well, I am, yes.

KAI:
Excuse us.

Please tell us
you got a location on Barry.

No, but I got
a starting point.

Okay, a identity?
A DNA sample?

Cat in a hat.

Sorry now?
Our suspect's tattoo.

Are you saying homicidal Barry
has a Cat in the Hat tattoo?

Not the Cat in the Hat.

A cat in a hat.

Russian mob prison ink.

KAI:
Yeah, yeah, that tracks.

The Chemist
used to work for them.

I'll run it through Europol
and Interpol.

Maybe get an ID.

Okay.
Wait.

What is it?
No, no, it's just...

Russian mob went
through a lot of trouble

to try and break
the Chemist out of prison.

Why would they try
to kill him now?

Well, maybe 'cause they
knew they couldn't use him

and didn't want
anyone else to.

Maybe.

(Boom-Boom grunts)

Yeah, don't get me wrong,
I appreciate

being tagged in on the big case.

Just hoped it would have been
for my unique skill set.

You are a man
of manifold talents,

not least of which--
superior upper body strength.

Well, I got to keep it tight.

You know, for a man
who was being held prisoner,

he sure accumulated
a lot of stuff.

Though much of it
is alcohol-based.
(door closes)

Volkoff spent a lifetime
handling biological agents

that could kill him
in a dozen horrific ways.

So he was
understandably cautious.

Got something
for me?

Yes.

Tea.

Appreciate the gesture.

But the clock is ticking
on our murdered...
Drink.

Okay.

What do you think?

(clears throat)
It's good.
BOOM-BOOM: Yeah.

Tastes, uh... earthy.

What is it?

The poison.
(gags)

What's that now?

Oh, don't worry.
It's quite harmless to us.

Sadly, the same cannot
be said for Mr. Volkoff.

The earthy taste,
by the way, is spirulina.

BOOM-BOOM:
Spirulina is just an algae.

Not a poison.

Oh, it's just
an algae to us.

But to a man who was
severely immunocompromised

after years of handling
biological toxins,

might as well be cyanide.

So, you're saying
a spoonful

of health food supplement
killed him?

CHASE:
I'm saying dozens

of spoonfuls over the last week
triggered an acute reaction,

lowering his
white blood cell count.

His body revolted
and... he expired.

Tom Kaliko likely doused the tea

before delivering it
to the facility.

BOOM-BOOM:
Yeah, whoever the killer was

knew the weakness
of his immune system.

Well, considering
we didn't know about it

until my examination.

TENNANT:
Suggests our suspect

knew the Chemist
very well indeed.

(lock beeps, door opens)

Wow.

It's a big screen.

You lost?
Looking for Sam.

My contact
in the Russian mob

may have a lead
on your suspect.

(scoffs)

You have a Russian mob
contact in Hawai'i?

No. St. Petersburg.

But he's high up
in the organization.

And what kind of lead does
he have on our suspect?

List of local hangouts
all over the island.

(laughs)

What's wrong?

Nothing.
Yeah, it's a good list.

Am I missing something?

It's just about
every tourist trap

from here to the North Shore.

Like it was taken
out of a guidebook.

My contact's solid.
JESSE:
Okay.

Well, we don't want to step
on ELITE's toes, so...

go with God.

Not sure how,
uh, NCIS Regular

handles a killer
on the loose,

but NCIS: ELITE goes hard.

No slack, full grind.

Listen, Little Jesse...

New Jesse.

Whatever.

You can grind it, grill it,

grope it for all I care.

But here, where the adults
solve crimes,

we like to work smart, not hard.

And what's smart
about this screen?

I'm running

a facial
recognition algorithm

of my own creation
that's scanning every face

to enter Hawai'i
by commercial flight

or boat
in the last month.

And comparing it
to our suspect.

(whistles)

Yeah, I... I guess
that's pretty dope.

(scoffs)
You hear that, Old Jesse?

It's Original Jesse.

But, yeah, I heard.

New guy thinks we're dope.

This place is very impressive.

The walls are so thick.

Impenetrable.

SWIFT:
Steel-reinforced.

They'll last forever.

It's what we call
Yankee ingenuity.

Mm.

Reminds me of Singidunum.

And what is that?

Ancient Roman city.

Though the name
is Celtic.

I spent lots of time
over the last few years

walking around the ruins.

Magnificent.

The Romans, they also thought
that they were ingenious

and would last forever.

TENNANT:
This a private party?

SWIFT:
Next you're gonna
educate me on the, uh...

How long you
two been here?

30 seconds. You?

Oh... longer
than I should.

Did you get any sleep?

Sure. Last month.

Before I knew anything
about Compound X.

You thought reviewing
interrogation videos

would be a better use
of your time?

That's all we have left.

Like those ridiculous
Roman ruins

he wouldn't shut up about.

Fragments of
what used to be.

You think he left
some sort of clue.

Like he knew
he was gonna be killed?

SWIFT:
I don't know what I think.

Compound X--

whatever that is--
is still out there.

I need to find it.

(phones buzzing)

We need to find it.
And we will.

But you need some rest, okay?

Let your two best teams
take the ball.

NEW JESSE:
Boom.

Fire.
Yeah!

(groans)
Ooh! Bro, I just
totally owned you.

All right, all right,
young buck.

You're still down
seven games.

I'm still feel
very uncomfortable

you taught him Trash Ball

without Lucy
and Kai's consent.

Come on.
Double or nothing.

Let's go.

I'm feeling lucky.

I trust you didn't
call me up here

in the middle of the night
to show me that sad floater.

Uh, no. No.
We did not. Ernie?

What do you know
about Gorod Bratva?

(scoffs) I know they're one
of the biggest players

in Russian
organized crime.

The biggest.

Branching out from beyond
narcotics and prostitution

to arms dealing
and war brokering.

The Chemist worked for them,
manufacturing bioweapons

for the highest bidder...
until we got him.

Mystery Barry's real name

is Viktor Nemerov.

Button man for Bratva.

Arrived in Honolulu ten days ago

along with four of his closest
Russian gangster friends.

Any idea where they ended up?

JESSE:
From what we could
put together,

they bought a used SUV
off a car lot for cash

and then made their way
to the North Shore.

Ended up
at the Sharks Cove Inn.

Cheap lodging.
No questions.

Barry seems to be the only one
who ventured out.

Assuming they're
still there?
They are.

Rosemary and Thyme
have been sitting on them

for the last hour.

Waiting for your word.

My word is gear up.

You might want
to hang back behind us

until all the heavy
lifting's done.

Then, you know,
cuff anyone who's left.

Think you can make it to breach
under all that bravado?

JESSE (over comms):
All right, guys.

There's plenty of
Russian gangster for everyone.

On my count.

Three, two,

one.

Federal agents!

Kitchen, kitchen!

Don't move!

(gunfire)

(gunfire)

(grunts)

Two down, first floor.

Two down, second floor.

We're missing one.
(clattering nearby)

(grunts)

KAI:
Stay down.

Please, please, please!
Don't hurt me.

(indistinct radio chatter)

How's the hostage?

Not sure.

Name's Analisa.

That's about as much
as Kai and I got out of her.

Well, she's been
through the ringer.

Don't know
what to make of it.

Tied up
in the bathroom like that.

You think
it's human trafficking?

These guys were sent here
for one job only:

kill the Chemist.

So, she's got to be
involved, right?

Just keep an eye on her

until she's safely
back in NCIS.

So much for keeping
it quiet, huh?

I'd have preferred
to bring them in alive.

They had
other ideas.

My guys did find
something.

Excuse us.

This was hidden
behind the fridge.

Chock-full of every
classified video

of the Chemist
we kept on our server.

(scoffs)

Proves Gorod Bratva
hacked ELITE's database.

Means they knew Volkoff
was cooperating.

You think they killed him
to cut losses?

We took down
three out of four labs.

Their losses
were already catastrophic.

Unless whatever's
in the fourth lab

is worth more
than the rest combined.

Compound X.

(short chuckle)

Let's hope our hostage has
some more information for us.

SWIFT:
Analisa Cruz.

Filipino national.

PhD in organic chemistry.

I don't know why I'm here.

Curious about that
ourselves, Dr. Cruz.

You've lived in
quite a few

interesting places
over the years:

Taipei, Karachi,
even Moscow.

But never Hawai'i.

They took me here.

They dragged me
out of my apartment

in the middle of the night.

And we're sorry
you went through that.

According to our records,
the Chemist-- Dr. Volkoff--

was your employer?

Yes.
Interesting man to work for.

A literal war criminal.

I was just his assistant.
His assistant

in making biological weapons.

His assistant
in making phone calls

and dinner reservations.

You have a PhD from a prominent
international university.

And all you did
was make reservations?

Special Agent Swift.

Dr. Cruz has been
through a lot, maybe...

That's the
price she pays

working for criminals.

And yet, I think
it's time we take...

It was a job.

Okay? It was a job
that I could get.

Did I know what
he was doing? Not fully.

By the time that I realized...

It's not like I could quit.

Oh, that is a
touching story.

Let's step outside.

They beat me.

They locked me up,
they took me here, they...

they caged me

like an animal.
Which took a lot of effort.

I mean it, Swift.

What do you want from me?!

SWIFT:
I want to know why.

Why did they go to the trouble?

What do you have?!
Is it Compound X?

John! Now!

She needs to answer.

We already have the answer.

She knew about the
Chemist's habits.

What he ate,
what he drank,

what he avoided
and why he avoided it.

You told the Russians about
his immune deficiency, right?

And, probably,
how they could exploit it.

They forced me. They hurt me.

They said that they would
kill me if I didn't.

(scoffs)

(sobbing): I'm so sorry.

(door opens)

She's holding back.

How are we ever gonna find out
if you continue to berate her?

I was trying to
get her to talk.

Well, you failed.
We don't have time
to hold hands.

You didn't earn us
any more time, John.

You just made it harder
for her to trust us.

(sighs) Crap.

Take a step back.

Take a breath.

And leave Dr. Cruz alone
for now.

(phone vibrates)

John.

Yeah.
Okay.

Get anything
from Dr. Cruz?

The Russians coerced her
into telling them

how to kill the Chemist.

That's it for now.

Well, the laptop
we took from the Russians

is saying a lot more.

ERNIE:
Uh, aside from having

the full catalogue
of Volkoff's interrogations...

...I found this on
an encrypted file.

What is this, some sort of code?

Yeah. Not
my wheelhouse.

Well, barely mine.
But it's not code.

Research notes.

And years of them.

It's like looking directly
into the brain of a genius--

albeit a mad one--

as he creates something
absolutely terrifying.

Compound X?

That's what I'm thinking.

TENNANT:
Well, if this is a
formula for a bioagent,

why would the Russians
keep it in Hawai'i?

No, it's not a formula.
It's like a brainstorm.

Mostly shorthand.

I can basically follow it.

Enough to understand why
he had an immunodeficiency.

Uh, and why's that?

It's not unusual for scientists
to develop health problems.

Respiratory issues
from metal fumes,

blood disease
from chemical vapors,

liver problems from toxins.

Whatever Volkoff
was working with

broke his entire
immune system.

And I think
he did it on purpose.

What exactly are you
telling us, Commander?

That I need to speak
with Dr. Cruz

as soon as humanly possible.

(door opens)

Dr. Analisa Cruz,
Dr. Carla Chase.

MD.

Sadly, nowhere near
as accomplished as you are

where biology is concerned.

Though I found your dissertation
on fabricating biomedical parts

to mimic living tissue
fascinating.

You read my dissertation?

Eh, I skimmed it.

To familiarize myself
with your work.

And also your turn of phrase,

which I see written all over
these formulas as well.

I believe you had
a hand in all this.

I was Dr. Volkoff's assistant.
I transcribed his work nightly.

Then you know what this is.

I'm sorry.

Stop apologizing, Dr. Cruz.

And please... start helping.

Because we really
do need it.

As far as I can tell, Compound X
is like a sentient microbe

that enters the
bloodstream...
It's more than that.

It tricks the immune system
into attacking itself.

And that's not the end of it.
No.

It's odorless, tasteless

and airborne.

A small amount of it released in
an enclosed space

can kill thousands in minutes.

This weapon--

has he completed it?

Where is it now?

I don't know.

Well, we need
to figure it out.

Because whoever
finds it first

will have the biggest
breakthrough in modern warfare

since Oppenheimer
achieved nuclear fission.

VOLKOFF:
We owe great debt to the Romans.
Government, art, science.

Architecture, philosophy.

I've learned so much
from studying their race.

Been looking for you.
I live here now.

Amongst the Romans?

I'll do less harm to the case.

But we need
you upstairs.

You were right, John.

Volkoff was hiding
something big.

Compound X is real.

And it is worse than we thought.

Where?

Wherever this fourth
lab is located.

That is the question
I kept asking

and he kept avoiding.

We've been searching for weeks.

Well, ELITE scoured his travel.

And he has been jumping around.

Cape Town to Belgrade

to Kamchatka to Bern,

then back to Cape Town
before heading west.

Belgrade?

Yeah, just here
and there, though.

Usually a layover. Nothing long.

Look, I think we might
want to send someone

to South Africa, actually.

I already did.

He just liked the beaches.

But Belgrade...

He spent more time there
than you think. Singidunum.

The Roman city.
From his interrogation.

His obsession. He walked those
ancient ruins day after day,

blathered on endlessly.

Those ruins are in
the center of Belgrade, Jane.

That must be where
the fourth lab is hidden.

And that's where
we'll find Compound X.

There's a lot more people
on this mission than I'd like.

We left half our crew behind.

Yeah, but brought your ME
and a civilian instead.

I'm not here as an ME.

I've got real-world
field experience

dealing with bioweapons.

TENNANT:
And Dr. Cruz is the only one

who understands
what we're dealing with.

She can help us
contain Compound X.

We go to find this lab first.
Belgrade's a big city.

And we're going in blind.

Not totally blind.
I had Ernie do some digging.

Our Russian friends in Gorod
Bratva basically own the city.

JESSE:
Including several buildings
that could be our target.

And Cruz has no idea
where this lab could be?

CHASE:
She says she never
came in contact

with Compound X directly.

Okay.

Once we touch down,
ELITE will run point.

We'll recon these locations
and figure out

which one we need to hit.

How are we gonna do that?

Serbia's a non-permissive
environment.

We have no jurisdiction.

SAM:
It's not a problem.

CHASE:
Kinda sounds like one.

This is what ELITE
was created for.

Power napping?

Going places they're not welcome

and solving problems before
anyone knows that they're there.

Okay.
What about gear?

We can't bring our weapons
off the plane.

I got that
covered.

I know a guy.

♪ ♪

City's changed a little
bit since the '90s.

More cafés.
Fewer air raids.

You were here
during the Kosovo War?

Not officially.

But I did spend three
days in a holding cell

of a police station
up the street.

I got to cross Belgrade
off my bucket list.

(chuckles) Really?

What else could possibly be
on Sam Hanna's bucket list?

That, my friend, is classified.
Well...

luckily, this is not.

A butcher shop?

Best beef in Southeast Europe.

(sighs) I'll have to
take your word on the beef,

'cause there's no way
I'm eating here.

Jane freaking Tennant?

I woke up with feeling

it was going to be
an interesting day today.

I said so.

Didn't I, Papa?

(short chuckle)
I did. I did.

Oh...

She is my very
good friend, yes?

My bosom buddy.

I see that.
And, uh, who are you?

Captain America?
(chuckles)

Milos Vukicevic,
meet Sam Hanna.

Captain America works, too.
Please!

(laughs)

(pats back)

In this family, we hug, huh?
Mm.

Papa!

Four for lunch.

We gonna eat good today,

Captain America, huh?

Nobody makes pecenje
like my daddy.

You know, we wouldn't
want to impose.

It is not a problem, eh?

Papa loves to cook, mm?

See? Now, come.

Let us make up
an appetite, eh?

Come, please.

TENNANT:
We're in a bit of a rush, Milos.

Okay, okay.

There's no rush
among family,

but yes, of course,
how can I help?

Not sure that you can.
Oh.

You are without faith
in good old Milos?

I don't blame you.
Let me make you surprise.

Give him the list, Sam.

As you can see,
it's extensive.

Oh, yes. Yes.

Yes, very impressive.

But do you know what
they call me, Captain America?

The Merchant of Belgrade.

That's me. And
do you know why?

Because there is nothing
I cannot provide.

(chuckles softly)

I also have some shoulder
mounted rocket launchers

in the basement. Very nice.

We're not trying
to start a war, just...

prevent one.

Well, you may not have choice.

Gorod Bratva knows you're here.

And how is that possible?

They ask me.
I answer.

You told them where we were?
Trust me.

Bad life choice to lie
to Gorod Bratva.

Lev Fedorov
called me himself.

Lev Fedorov, as in...

The Godfather, yes.

Okay, look, I am not loving
that you turned us in to him.

Lev Fedorov
doesn't ask questions

he doesn't already
know answers to.

He's been tracking you
since Hawai'i.

Which means they know
why we're here.

We're gonna have
to skip lunch, Milos.

Let's go, baby. (grunts)

Y'all seem excited
to get out there.

We train 12 months a year for
the one day we get to kick ass.

You do know in success
you're finding

a deadly bioweapon.

That's what ELITE's all about.

Cool.

What about what it
stands for-- ELITE?

Can we tell him?

Elevated logistics,
intelligence and tactics.

That's only four initials.
What about the last E?

Last E's silent.

You're not gonna need the gear.

I'm not going on the raid?

We're going
into the Lion's Den instead.

JESSE:
You're telling me that inside

this restaurant is the head
of the biggest

Russian crime organization
in the world?
Lev Fedorov.

He's been tracking our
movements since the Chemist

came to Hawai'i
last year.

So what are we doing here?

I'm gonna give him
what he wants.

Me.

And you're gonna
bring the car around

and keep the engine running.

Just in case.

Boss, this is
a really bad idea.

The worst.

Okay, as long as we both agree.

(indistinct chatter)

Lev Fedorov.

Jane Tennant, NCIS.

We need to talk.

I'd have to arrest them all.

(men laughing)

Come.

Sit.

We drink.

I'm on duty.

In a country where
you have no power?

Enough reason to drink.

You caused a lot of...

personnel problems for me,

Jane Tennant of NCIS.

Well, maybe you shouldn't have
tried to break Alexi Volkoff

out of federal prison.

Or murdered him,
for that matter.

You speak in half-truths.

The Chemist was a profit center.

It's bad business
to murder a profit center.

You don't have to lie to me.

As you said,
I have no power here.

I never lie.

Alexi was a friend.

So...

...you kidnapped
Volkoff's assistant.

Then sent her
and five killers to Hawai'i

out of friendship?
No.

Out of an abundance of caution.

I needed to know
what he told you.

If he had revealed his secrets.

Compound X.

We know.

(chuckles)

This casual tone
suggests you know nothing.

I know you had him
build a weapon

that could kill
hundreds of thousands.

And you probably have it now.

Again.

Half-truths.

I asked for it, yes.

But once it was complete,

I wanted nothing to do with it.

And why is that?

I'm a businessman.

You cannot do business
with the dead.

It's here, though.

In Belgrade.

Yes.

So tell me where.

We'll take it away, destroy it.

And why would I do that?

Because...

...then you can
go back to business.

And you'll have made
a new friend in the U.S.

A friend who will
owe you a favor.

What kind of favor?

A personal one.

Tennant got confirmation
from Lev Fedorov

that Compound X
is in a condemned section

of the city's old power plant.

We're arriving now.

SWIFT:
And we're just gonna trust

the head of the Russian mob
on this?

SAM:
Supposedly, the man never lies.

NEW JESSE:
But ELITE's ready for anything.

It's good location
for a secret lab.

That's where they
make the electricity,

so no one will
notice how much

they borrow and no one will go

out of their way for a visit.

All right, what's the plan here?

Okay, they breach the facility.

Locate the lab and have
Dr. Cruz find Compound X.

Chase is waiting on the plane
to secure it for travel.

Should be 20 minutes,
round trip.

Provided we don't
meet resistance.

LUCY: Whistler's trying
to back-channel

with her contacts
in the Serbian secret police

to give us a window
to operate in.

We're at the target.

Switching on body cams,
going to radio silence.

♪ ♪

Airlock secure.

Okay, clear!
Dr. Cruz, do your thing.

I got it.

It's here.

Doesn't look so mean.

Just be super careful loading
them into the case, yeah?

FEDEROV:
We have finished the bottle.

And yet here you sit,

sober as a nun.

And here I am...

drunk as a priest.

Be honest.

You are a little
bit Russian.

(laughs)
Hmm?

Russki.

No.

But I have spent
enough time in Moscow bars

to know when to drink.

And when to appear
to be drinking.

Ha!

(laughing)

You've been honest with me.

(chuckles)

And I'll be honest
with you back.

(clears throat)

You were wrong
about my men in Hawai'i.

How so, Lev?

You said...

...that they kidnapped Dr. Cruz

and brought her to the island.

But she was already there.

In Hawai'i.
(laughs)

For weeks.

It's safe now.

We're good.

NEW JESSE: Rosemary, take
a photo of the canisters.

Send them back to HQ.

Check.

SAM: I'm gonna
go bring the van around.

Keep your eyes open, hmm?

Wait a minute.

I'm only counting
four canisters here.

Could have sworn
there were five.

Please tell me we did not
leave one back in the lab.

Masks! Masks!

(grunting)

Hey, Jane Tennant,
while you've been partying

with the Russians,
we've been getting the job done.

TENNANT:
Sam, listen to me.

Cruz cannot be trusted.
She's been lying to us.

(coughing, gurgling)

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