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(birds chirping)

PETER ALDEN:
Duck hunting on a Navy base.

That's a first for me.
(chuckles)

Tom's a retired admiral.

No one's said no to
him since... 1998?

Only you, Jenna.

True, but...

I never say no to a hunt.

Or a chance to beg
for Mr. Alden's money.

You don't mince words.

Things get done faster
if I say what I mean.

I work hard for my constituents
and their businesses.

You were just
reelected last month.

So, I have less than
730 days to fund-raise.

I don't usually write checks
on the first hunt.

Enough shop talk.

Let's be in nature.

Enjoy the peace and quiet.

(sighs)
(phone chimes)

Oh, sorry, Congresswoman.

You have that 10:00
in Georgetown.

The modern world
always finds us.

(chuckles)

Would you mind, just...

hold that for me?

Thank you so much.

Lord help me.
(sighs)

I'm being assimilated.

This app tracks
everything I eat

by scanning the
product bar code.

There we go.

It's a mile hike
back to the cars,

and I need protein.
Thank you.

I prefer to get my protein
the old-fashioned way.

By the looks of
your duck retriever,

you're gonna starve.
(whimpers)

(chuckles)

We are not going
home empty-handed

if I have anything
to say about it.

You serious?

I didn't come here
just to beg.

(ducks quacking)

ALDEN:
Who do I make that check out to?

"Jenna Flemming
for Congress."

Hmm. We'll be
in touch, boys.

(dog whimpers, barks)

There has got to be a more
humane way to get donors.

In D.C.,
three dead bodies is nothing.

Elections aren't cheap.

Congresswoman, can you
enjoy the election we just won?

Apparently not.

Max!

What?

Oh, my God.

*

(elevator bell dings,
phones ringing)

Cheese, the bacon,
the milk, the kale.

Oh, actually, don't even
get me started on the greens,

because I had to
throw them all away.

Broken refrigerators
are the worst.

Almost as bad as conversations
about broken refrigerators.

(sighs) I'm so hungry.

I'm so bored.
QUINN: Bishop,

what about
your junk food?

It should last, like, what?
Ten or 30 years?

Quinn, I-I only have that
at work.

Good morning.

Hey.
So, uh,

Bishop, talk to me about
the refrigerator situation.

Lose any food or...

McGee, no!
Come on!

What?

(sniffing)

Ellie? You okay?

I smell ketchup...

and prawns.

TORRES:
Yeah?

She's having a stroke.
BISHOP: No.

It is a specific flavor
of potato chip.

REEVES:
Crisps!
(gasps)

"Chips" are what
Americans call

French fries,

which were actually invented
in Belgium.

Clayton,
when did you get here?

McGEE: I thought you weren't
coming till next week.

What, you knew about this?
Yeah, Gibbs told me.

MI6 Intel Officer

Reeves here,
has been assigned to

NCIS international desk.

Great to see you all again.

TORRES:
Wow.

You're taller
in person.

Thank you.

Yeah, on the MTAC screen,
you're, like...

(squeaks)

That's a nice suit.

You've been on a plane
for nine hours?

I pressed it at the hotel

before I came into the office.

Yes.

Ketchup-prawn are my favorite.

Which is why

I got you...
your own entire case, Ellie.

Oh, be still,

my sodium-starved heart.

Eat 'em in the car.

We got a death threat
in Dahlgren.

BISHOP: Well, if Reeves
is with us,

should we take a third vehicle?
No, not today.

Agent Reeves is here to
assist your team as needed.

But right now, he and I
need to discuss a few things

regarding the transition.

Am I in trouble already?

Welcome to NCIS.

(camera clicking)

(siren whoops)

(indistinct chatter)

And they say
"write your congressman."

Flemming's district is
in Maryland farm country,

but I've heard of her.

Filibustered last year
for veterans' health care

and is on a military
appropriations committee.

She pays our salary?

Well, not exactly, but
from what I understand,

she's one of the good ones.
Everybody likes her.

Not everybody.

Well, the prints on the door
handle are totally unusable.

McGEE:
Base security says that

there is no cameras
or checkpoints out here.

So it could've been anyone
with access to the base.

TORRES:
Our jurisdiction.

It's a shame we can't do more
to catch this guy.

We can and we will.

It's not like we're gonna

autopsy a rat.

No.

NCIS has to take the threat
seriously. If we don't...

They turn into actions.

Damn right.
TORRES: I'm sure
that's one of

your rules, Gibbs,
but the congresswoman

is not taking
this seriously.

She's not even
here to talk.

Uh, she had a 10:00 a.m. meeting
in Georgetown.

Max Sanders,

Congresswoman Flemming's
personal aide.
My point exactly.

Actually, it might be better
that she's not here.

I can finally tell
someone the truth.

Miss Flemming wouldn't
let me go to the FBI.

Go to the FBI? What for?

These threats.

It wasn't the first one?

First dead body, so to speak.

They started as
social media threats,

then phone calls, letters.

Then you start seeing
the same angry faces

at campaign events.

It's escalating.
Enough to keep records.

There's got to be
50 names here, at least.

And those are just
the repeat offenders.

But look, you did not
get that from me.

If my boss finds out...

Where does NCIS get off?

Ten years
on the Hill--

I think I know how to
handle myself and my safety.

If I blow the whistle on a rat,
I look weak.

"Poor scared woman can't
handle the pressure."

Perceptions cost elections.

MAN: Now you see
what you're in for, huh?

Thanks, Frank.

NCIS will be glad
to take the lead.

(door closes)
It will be a pleasure

to work with the congresswoman.

Representative Flemming,

nice to see you again.

Director Vance,
was that the FBI?

Yes.
I assume

your overzealous involvement

has nothing to do
with the appropriations bill

you and the Navy want me
to vote for next month.

Your concern for my welfare
is touching,

but I can't be bought.

You've made that clear

the last three years

that I've presented reports
to your committee.

Jenna Flemming.

U.S. Congress.

Special Agent Gibbs.
Agent Gibbs,

I know you are just trying
to do your job,

but my aide
overstepped his bounds,

reads too much Internet.
These threats

are violent.
With regard to everything

from gun control
to minimum wage,

you've made enemies
on both sides.

Well, if you don't, you
aren't working hard enough.

But someone got close
this time.

They knew where you were.

They got on base.

It took planning
and it took commitment.

I just don't want this
to become a federal case.

It already has.

Director, it's my life.

And we're gonna protect it.

You're welcome.

Representative Jenna Flemming
of Maryland's ninth district.

Started in local politics

when she ran for
school board president.

Was elected to
the state senate

three times before
setting her sights

on the U.S. House
of Representatives.

Oh, she can't sit still,
can't shut up.

Gets things done.

Yeah, why would anyone
want to kill her?

Can't imagine.

We only offered to
walk her to her car;

she practically
tore our heads off.

I'm liking this woman.
BISHOP: Well,
she once voted

in favor of a gun control law

wearing full hunting gear
on the House floor.

In order to?

To show that
the Second Amendment

and reason
are not mutually exclusive.

Sounds like
a political stunt to me.

Or it shows character.

Let's leave politics
out of the office.

Unless it gives us answers.

Who wants our politician dead?

BISHOP: Been narrowing
the list of repeat offenders.

Two names stand out.

QUINN: First one
is Simon Lee.

Creator of
an online message board

dedicated to "exposing

"the true heritage
and ancestry

of elected leaders."

BISHOP:
Claims Congresswoman Flemming

is a descendent of
Attila the Hun,

which she actually is.

Ruthless nationalism
should be a plus to this guy.

Yeah, but he uses it
as an excuse

to get angry
and form protests,

some of which have
gotten really violent.

Except Lee's not
our rat killer.

He was arrested for

stalking a judge--
still in jail.

Next name.
QUINN: All right, uh,

BurnTheWitches1692.

BISHOP: Anonymous username
on the same message board.

Seems to be Lee's right
hand and mouthpiece.

And he wrote a post last week
calling Flemming a "gutless rat"

for not publicly
denouncing the Huns.

The real security threat.
That's it?

Uh, Quinn and I have about
ten more names to dig into.

Then go. Do it.

McGee, track
the witches.

Hey.

Oh, must be working
on something big.

That was fast.

DUCKY:
A skull,

a cloaked figure
wielding a scythe--

all symbols of
impending death.

And as if a dead rat
with a large cut down its center

wasn't clear enough, our culprit

felt the need to literally
spell this one out for us.

Well, the note was tied
around the little fella's neck

with a bosun's knot.

Another symbol?

Or the person who tied it

has training in
marlinspike seamanship.

Rope work?

Yep.

Navy training?

Well, perhaps.

Or maybe just experience
in and around boats.

The congresswoman does have
strong Navy ties

and votes
on the appropriations committee.

So... Navy knot?

Navy threat?

Well, is our friend here
ready for autopsy?

Well...

he came ready.

Oh, the cut
along the abdomen?

Yeah, I don't think
it was the cause of death.

Someone already
did our job for us.

Oh.

Missing all
internal organs.

This is a literal gutless rat.

You are a magician.

Well, uh,
no magic needed.

No, just-- you know,
most people use

the same avatar
on multiple Web sites,

you know, so I just
tracked BurnTheWitches1692

to another site with
more personal details,

and ran into a name:
Amy Barrett.

Internet is
the devil, man.

And, apparently,
so is Miss Barrett.

(tires screech)
Principal says

she's taking an after-school
driver's ed class.

Oh!

Satan takes many forms,
my friend.

Hey, listen, uh, I was gonna

tell you about Reeves
coming in to NCIS.

Sorry if that was
kind of a surprise.

Okay.

I just, you know,
I know what it's like.

Two alpha men trying

to prove their
manhood, you know?

You see right
through me, Tim.
No, I understand.

I mean, I went through the same
thing with Tony, you know.

Right.

Yeah.

(tires screech)

Oh, here comes our car.

Crap.

Fuzz.
What?

(tires screeching)

(tires screech)

Hey, no fair! Take your
foot off the brake!

Take your foot off the pedal.

You okay, sir?

I stare death in the face
every day.

Amy, hands on the wheel.
Ten and two, please.

(clears throat)

Okay, well, heard about
the high-speed getaway.

Uh, what was the next
part of the plan,

take Big Ed hostage?

My daughter's very sorry.

She just wasn't thinking.

What about the threats
to Congresswoman Flemming?

Were you thinking then, Amy?

Wait, what threats?

(gasps)

What did you do?

You were politically active
when you were my age.

I peacefully protested
animal cruelty

in the meat industry.

Hmm.

(gasps)

Amy Lynn Barrett!

I-I didn't do that.
Oh...

QUINN: "The country
is going to hell

"in a handbasket.

"A basket carried
by gutless rats

"fresh off the boat
from some country, not America.

"Someone should sent
Attila the Flemming

a clear message."

It was
an ethnogenesis joke.

If these people knew
anything about world history,

they'd be the first ones
to praise Attila

for his ruthless nationalism.

You're not
helping yourself, Ame.

You're the one who's yelling
at the news every night, Mom.

About how hateful morons
live in the shadows,

easily manipulated
by rhetoric.

I was just proving your point.

Well, your rhetoric may have
inspired someone to act.

Then arrest them.

I'm just shedding light
in great darkness.

Well, so much for
free-range parenting.

Why did you call me
back in here?

I was in the middle of a nice
piece of halibut downtown.

I strongly suggested
you stay indoors,

on government property,
where security was present.

I considered it, but abstained.

You're not making
my job easier.

You're in
an appointed position.

Your job couldn't get easier.

Do you have any idea
how much work

I would get done if I didn't
have to win elections?

(cell phone ringing)

To help us
narrow the list,

I'm gonna need your
cell phone and your laptop.

From my cold, dead hands.

I'm trying to avoid that.

(sighs)

My front door.

You've been to my house?
Not us.

One of the people
on the list.

They posted
the photo online.

There are more, if you want.

If I pay too much attention
to the negative voices,

it gives them power.

You can't ignore them.
Thank you.

Really. But your services
are not needed.

(cell phone ringing)

Oh. Must be you this time.

Yeah, Gibbs.

Brighton, Maryland?

That's in my district.

We'll meet you there.

Thank you for this info.

Hey. Uh, motel owner
I.D.'d the body

as one of the guests:
Max Sanders.

Congresswoman's aide.

All right.

(gasps) Oh, my God.

McGEE: I got a wound
on the head over here.

Doubt it's from
a swimming accident.

Yeah, in December?

Well, Max Sanders lives
in Alexandria.

What's he doing all the way
out here in Brighton, Maryland,

in a motel room?

It's practically
in the middle of nowhere.

Well, it's the
congresswoman's district.

She's pretty upset.

Well, guess it's getting
pretty real now.

Victim's got family
in Wisconsin

and a girlfriend
coming in to NCIS.

Ugh!

You find something?

Yeah, a used condom
and a dead bird.

Think they're related?

To each other?

To the case.

No, but this might be.

Victim's cell phone.

Yeah, I talked to every guest
who would answer the door.

Nobody's willing
to admit they saw

or heard anything unusual.

I have the registry, but...

WOMAN:
Well, I heard something.

Sorry. (chuckles)

I was just getting some ice,

and I couldn't help
but overhear.

You have
information, ma'am?

I heard shouting
between two men.

And I opened
my hotel door,

and I saw a car just take off

out of the parking lot.

Oh...

I'll be right there, Rodney.

Champagne still needs
to chill.

(chuckles)

He's my accountant.

You remember anything
about the car?

Um, red Lincoln,
or maybe a Caddy.

You remember what time it was?

(laughs) I wasn't
paying much attention.

I was in the middle of an audit.

Mm-hmm.

May I help you?

Just passing through.

I meant with the case.

Director Vance
was done with me,

asked me to check in
with "Team Gibbs."

Is he still with
the congresswoman?

The director's taking
a personal interest.
Oh, well,

Flemming votes
on Navy funding, so...

I'm getting a sense
it's something else.

Mm.

So, what do you know?

Max Sanders' motel room
was clean.

No blood, no murder weapon...

No help.

Well, records show
that the victim has been

staying at the motel
on and off for the past month.

Job-related?
Good question.

And I can answer it.

LAURIE: Yeah, Max and I had been
dating for a few weeks,

but there was
something there.

He was a great guy.

Funny, if a little fastidious.

His word,
but I call it "picky."

Food, clothing, hygiene.

He was supposed
to meet me for lunch,

but he didn't show up.

And he didn't
return my texts.

I was finishing up
with an open house

when I got the call
from NCIS.

So you're a real estate agent?
Yeah.

Did Max have any, uh, problems
or talk about any enemies?

Yeah.

His boss.

You think the congresswoman
had something to do with this?

I-I don't know,

but she had him
working on a secret project.

Do you think
that's what got him killed?

Wh-What kind of secret project?

I don't know.
I don't know the details.

But you'd have to ask
Miss Flemming.

FLEMMING: People get nervous
when you talk

about base closures.

Closing a base disrupts
a lot of lives,

military and civilian.

The relationship
between a military base

and the town it borders
is significant.

For the town,
it's economic.

For the Navy,
it's morale.

A tie to normal life,
a place to call home.

It's one of the hardest
things I have to do.

So you research.

Yes.

And then we research more.

Hmm.

That's what Max was
working on.

Brighton Naval Base.

Closing it would make
a lot of people angry.

But the fact that it was
even up for consideration

was never made public.

Which way was it leaning?

It's become clear
the base is less vital.

Despite the fact that
it's in my district,

I have to advocate closure.

Weighing facts
over political fallout.

You are the last
of a rare breed.

(chuckles softly)

Yeah, the dodos.

Someone apparently found out.

Max knew not to say
what he was really working on.

He was always smarter than me.

I didn't win those elections,
we did.

I never told him that.

Jenna...

I don't expect you
to understand

the battles we fight
on a daily basis

or the personal
sacrifices.

If Max was doing research,
he would have had a source.

Who's the last person
he spoke with?

Jed Hamilton.

He owns a few businesses
and knows everyone in Brighton.

He's the de facto mayor.

Thank you.

And I am going to arrange for
an overnight security detail.

That's unfortunate.

BISHOP:
Morning, Gibbs.

Ellie.

So I did some digging into
the name Director Vance gave us.

Jed Hamilton.
Mm-hmm.

Married.

No kids.

The town's mayor
and biggest champion.

Everything Flemming says
checks out.

Except?
No exception.

Just an addition.

Jed Hamilton
drives a red Cadillac.

Could be the car

seen at the motel.

Bring him in.

On it.

(elevator bell dings)

Duck?

Jethro.

Jimmy.

What do we got?

Max Sanders--

treated his body as a temple.

He had regular meals,
regular exercise--

a man after my own heart.

Lots of Self Love.

That's a protein bar

that was actually
his last meal.

Self Love Peanut
Butter Blitz.

Not my favorite.

I actually much prefer...

that-that you never look
at me like that again.

Then tell me why's he dead.

It was not the blunt-force
trauma to the head.

While it was hardy enough to
fracture the parietal bone,

it was not fatal.

Hell of a headache.
Yeah, well,

he would've suffered
severe disorientation

and confusion.

As a result,
he may not have realized

the extent of the damage.

Maybe he tried
to walk it off.

And he walked into a pool?

His lungs were
filled with water,

so he was alive when
he took the dive.

Already dizzy, he-he panicked.

With every breath,
he sucked in water

instead of air and drowned.

So it was an
accidental death...

kind of.

You got a time?

Well, oddly enough,

the blow to the head
occurred one hour before death.

(door creaks)
Federal agents.

(dog barking in distance)

Mr. Hamilton?

House is empty.

Wife's in Martha's Vineyard
with family.

(sighs) It's BOLO time
for Mr. Town Mayor

and his, uh, red Cadillac.

Already on it.
Okay,

now this is a kind of boat
you can get out of a basement.

Gibbs should take notes.

Ooh.

Gibbs should not take notes.

Hmm.

I think I went to high school
with that girl.

Good for her.

(phone chimes)
Hmm.

Oh. McGee wants to know

if there's anything else
to add to the BOLO.

How about this guy's fetish
for boats and bikinis?

Oh!

And rats.

Plural?

(groans)
Where there's one...

Looks like one's missing.

(groans)

ABBY: So, the blood work shows
that the rats from the freezer

match the rat from
Congresswoman Flemming's car.

All courtesy of Jed Hamilton.

Brighton town father.

And who's still missing.

His car was spotted
fleeing the motel

where the congresswoman's
aide was murdered.

Max Sanders.

(ice clattering)

32, only child,
Madison, Wisconsin.

Graduated from
Northwestern Law,

'07.

Started working for
Flemming in '09.

I also read the case file.

Um, so Clayton
just stopped by

to say hi, so I was
giving him a rundown.

Oh, I thought
that's why you called me.

I didn't mean to step
on any toes, pal.

Keep your shirt on.

A shirt you clearly slept in.

Oh, that's because it's so soft.

Is that the same suit
as yesterday?

Okay, so,
moving on.

These rats should be covered
in an American flag.

Why?

Because they're Navy rats.

Officers or enlisted?

(forced laugh)

All their internal
organs are missing,

but it appears they
died of natural causes.

Blood work shows

very high levels
of a protein called IL-33.

What is that?
It's a protein

that's being lab tested

in the treatment
of Alzheimer's patients.

At a Navy lab?

The only lab recently engaging
in such studies

is the John G. Roeper Lab
on Brighton Naval Base.

Yeah, that's the base
up for closure.

Good work, Abby.

Drink mine. Mine is
30 seconds fresher.

(intercom buzzes)

NCIS.

Abby said we're looking
for Carlton Laymer.

H-He runs the lab.

There gonna be a problem
between you and Reeves?

What? (chuckles)

(chuckles)

D-Did Abby call you?

Come on, man. I was just
being funny and charming.

Hmm.
You know.

Funny.

Federal agents!

This is exactly how
a zombie movie starts.

Where are the
scientists?

I don't like this.

(upbeat pop music playing)

* Can you feel me now?

NCIS.

I thought it was
sanitation services

messing with me.

Where's everybody?

Lunch?

* Can you feel me now?

CARLTON:
Our study ended last month.

Navy personnel were transferred.

Civilians were let go.
Except you.

Someone has to finish
with the reports.

And the subjects.

The rats?
As they pass away

from natural causes,

I remove and catalog
the organs for future study.

We applied for a continuation,
but the funds were denied.

Truth be told,
there are bigger labs

that are better equipped.
You don't sound upset.

Part of the job.

Why?

Well, someone didn't
take it so well.

They came from this lab.

TORRES:
And there aren't

many other people here
to, uh, blame for a murder.

No, no, no. (chuckles)

This wasn't me.

And it wasn't Jed.
Jed Hamilton?

Small base, small town.

We go bowling
every now and then.

He owns the bar next door.

I had mentioned to him

that our continuation funds
had been denied.

And he took that
as a bad sign?
Yeah.

Especially since
some congressional aide

had been asking him questions.

He put two and two
together.

Jed was angry.

H-He said he wanted
to send a message.

So you gave him dead rats?

One bag.

When the mayor asks for rats,
you give him rats.

I didn't think
he'd actually do it.

QUINN:
Still no sign

of Jed Hamilton. BOLO's out

on all transportation hubs.

If he's running,
we'll know.

McGEE:
Abby's trying to revive

Max Sanders'
watery cell phone,

but we found his laptop
in the motel room.

Files?
Intact, including all of Max's

research on the town and base.

Look at this, boss.

Beltway Burgers just opened
a franchise in Brighton.

Also, a new fitness
center is going in.

QUINN:
Everything was looking up.

For both the town
and Mr. Hamilton.

Keep digging.

Um... question.

Why, do you got
something to add?

Uh, not about the case.

Is, uh, Reeves
here to work on

Operation Willoughby?

Operation got delayed
six months ago

because the Navy came to
FLETC looking for recruits.

(elevator bell dings)

But no one was
willing to sign up.
Yeah.

Until now.

(elevator bell dings)

I finally connected
with Max's parents.

I said before that your
job was easier, but...

I never stopped
to consider that

you make those kind of
calls on a regular basis.

Well, it comes with the chair.

I also said you don't
understand personal sacrifice.

I wasn't thinking
about your wife.

Well, it's been
a few years ago now.

I'm sorry.

I made a mistake.

You want to know

a little Beltway secret?

Hmm?

You're well liked
on the Hill.

In your addresses
to the committee,

you say what you mean.

Am I being sweet-talked?

About my security detail...

It stays.

Uh, I'd hope so.

But would you please
give me people I can talk to?

You didn't like
Agents Prescott and Friedkin?

Is "mouth-breathers"
too harsh?

Damn euros.

Here, let me get
that for you, man.

(item drops)

Cheers.

Hey, uh,

we have been just messing
with each other, right?

Part of our charming
repartee, yeah.
Right.

Right, so why does
everybody think

we're gonna fight
or something?

(exhales)
Can't two

physical specimens
be in the same room?

I know.
Yeah.

It's ridiculous.

It's ridiculous.

But we are gonna fight one day.

We have to. I mean,
to see who's better.

Of course. Right.
Of course.

VANCE:
Agents Torres and Reeves.

When you two physical
specimens are done,

I have a job for you.

Airline said my luggage
was rerouted to Amsterdam,

but should be here
in a few days.

So that is the suit
from yesterday?

(siren wailing, dog barking
in distance)

You're the only one who noticed.

(chuckles)

It's all good, man.
It's all good.

I totally understand.

And, uh, if you
need anything,

like clothes or
anything like that,

I got your back.

Hey, uh,

how much you bench, man?

(Flemming clears throat)

Gentlemen...

can I go home now?

(car door closes)

Hold up, Nick.

Mayor's red Cadillac.

(pounding on door)
(slurring): Congresswoman!

It's Jed Hamilton.

Are you expecting visitors?

HAMILTON:
We got to talk!
No.

HAMILTON:
Hey!

Get back in the car.

You hear me?

Open up!

Open up!

Hi.

How can I help you?

NCIS.

You been drinking a little bit
tonight, Mr. Hamilton?

Drinking a lot.

And... I'm thinking, too.

Dangerous combination.

Please, put your hands up.

(scoffs)

Wait, wait, wait.

Hey! (grunts)

Come here.
(groaning)

Just a note.

Nice move, mate.

Can't do that in a suit.

I am...

I'm so sorry.

Yep, you say that
in your note.

Uh, I think.
It's kind of sloppy.

Come to finish what you started?

No, I-I just...

Just like the note says,
I went to apologize for the rat.

And for killing
Max Sanders?

No.

Wait,

is this about the motel?

Look, I-I only went
to talk to him.

I mean, the bastard lied about
what he was doing in my town!

I just wanted
to hear the truth.
So do we.

The base is
on the chopping block.

You have any idea
what a base closure can do

to a small town like Brighton?

It-it's a...

it's a symbiotic relationship.

When one dies,
so does the other.

Ever black out when
you drink, Mr. Hamilton?

Lose track of time
or what you've done?

No.

Look, I may have
been drunk,

but I'm sure he was alive
when I left.

But you did hit him.

(cell phone chimes)

Nice way around the rules.

You remember the posters
in Jed's garage?

Turns out he likes
the real thing, too.

Left his driver's license
at a strip club

called Below Deck,
just outside the Navy base.

Symbiotic relationship.

Dancer found it
between the cushions

in the VIP lounge.

She confirmed Jed was there
during the time of the attack.

So he's a pervy?
Yes.

And a drunk, but not our killer.

FBI is downstairs
to arrest Jed Hamilton,

pending criminal-threat charges.

That solves the rat,
but not the murder.

It's way too early
to be back at square one.

Couldn't agree more.

Boss, we kept digging
into those who specifically

stood to lose the most
if the base closes.

Other than
Jed Hamilton?

The biggest deal
on the books is

Drax Commercial
Properties.

BISHOP: They build apartments
and housing developments.

Including a $40 million
subdivision

that's supposed to go up
in Brighton.

These are escrow statements.
Deal hasn't closed yet.

Meaning Drax can
get the money back.

No houses have been built,
so there's no loss.

A deal that big,
somebody had to lose something.

Who's selling the land?
Nobody, boss.

Looked into that.
Owned by the city.

I'm talking about
the sales agent.

QUINN: Well, the real estate
agent who brokered the deal

stands to lose
a hefty commission.

McGEE: It wasn't just
commission on the land.

Local real estate company
negotiated exclusive rights

to all the new housing sales.

I mean, it's two and a half
percent of $40 million.

A lot of motive.
Boss, company is
owned by Laurie Perkins.

QUINN:
The girlfriend.

But we don't have anything
tying her to the murder.

Where is she now?

TORRES:
I like your other place better.

Why are we here?

I just want to pay
my condolences.

All right, five minutes.

Or you can take
as long as you like.

Well, Congresswoman Flemming.

I had no idea you were coming.

A last-minute stop,
Miss Perkins.

Can we have a moment?

TORRES:
Uh, sure.

Only because I smell
fresh cookies.

Oh, freshly baked
in a newly renovated kitchen.

Boom.
Mm-hmm.

(clock chiming)

Well, after everything
that's happened,

it is so nice to see
a friendly face.

Mm, of course.

But I'm not going to be one.

Max and I were good friends.

We talked a lot.

He told me
he'd been seeing someone

that he met during
his research at Brighton.

Miss Flemming, that was...
I didn't make
anything of it

until I checked my schedule
for next week.

Max had me attending
a ground-breaking

at that new housing development.

I checked.

That's your baby.
Yeah.

So what are you saying?

I always say what I mean.

Did you kill Max?

I think you should
leave right now.

You didn't answer the question.

NCIS.

FLEMMING:
Agent Gibbs.

What a surprise.
Yes. Likewise.

Since you're here,
why don't you arrest this woman.

Wait, what the hell
is going on right now?

Yeah, good question.

What the hell
were you thinking?

That Laurie Perkins
killed Max.

So you confronted her yourself?

I was tired of sitting
in orange rooms.

Let us do our job.

I was trying to get her to talk.

And then she went for her bag.
What was inside?

There was no weapon.
There was a phone.

VANCE: We have nothing to tie
this woman to the murder.

Nothing at all except motive.

And normally we would
use that as leverage

to blindside her
in interrogation.

Now we can't.
You have played

our only card!

(typing)

Abby...
Don't ask!

Do you have anything to tie
Laurie Perkins in to the murder?

No, and I'm running out
of places to look.

There's nothing
from the motel room,

there's nothing from the pool,
except for the victim's phone.

You get it working?
Yes, but there's
no texts, no e-mails,

nothing that'll help.

Okay, what about GPS
or biometrics?

Wait.

What?

What's "Self Love"?

(over speaker): I told you,
I was at lunch waiting for Max.

QUINN:
And what time was that again?

I don't remember.

Is that a crime?

(exhales)

I'm sorry, Director.

Agent Gibbs...
(door opens)

210 calories,

20 grams of protein
and nine carbs.

What, Abbs?

It's the nutritional data
for a Self Love protein bar.

I got the
information off

Kalorie Kapture.

Okay, you're gonna have
to explain that.

It's an app
where you take pictures

of your food to keep
track of your diet.

By taking a picture
of his last meal,

our victim solved
his own murder.

Look closer.

GIBBS: Those are your fingers.
Nice nail color.

What is that, Sassy Clown

or Blushing Rooster?

GIBBS:
Check the time stamp.

It's 1:05 p.m.

That's his lunch.
You held it up for him.

You were at the motel
at the time of the attack.

You overheard the mayor
arguing with Max

about the base closing.

It's the first
you ever heard about it.

QUINN:
So, you confronted him

and you tried to get Max
to change his mind.

Max wouldn't do that, would he?

It was an accident. Okay?

I hit him, but-but he was okay.

He walked away.

I want a lawyer.

Now.

(sighs)

(elevator bell dings)

Mmm.

These chips are the greatest.

They're called crisps, Ellie.

Crisps.

What are we looking at?

Uh... I had to borrow
some of Nick's clothes.

Hmm.
TORRES:
What? He needed clothes.

Hey, we're going to the gym
if you guys want to join.

Yeah, I'm okay.
I do yoga at home.

Do I smell a...
a budding bromance?

What?
TORRES:
You call it bromance,

I call it trouble.

Oh.

I'm just gonna get my phone.
All right.

I'll meet you
down there, mate.

(gasps)

(clears throat)

Hey.

Hey.
It's, uh,

nice to see you
getting settled in here.

Hardly.

Can I ask you,

did you, um, volunteer

for a Navy operation
called Willoughby?

I mean, they were only
looking for recruits that were

willing to take risks, you know?

It's like a... suicide mission.

I know what I signed up for.

I have my reasons.

So...

you want to talk?

There are a few
manufacturing firms

looking to lay down
roots in the area.

If Brighton closes,
it might be a good fit.

You ever stop working?

I'll stop when you stop.

I'm pouring drinks. I'm done.

No, you're not.

You never answered why you took
such a personal interest in me.

Well, it has...

nothing to do
with your appropriations vote.

No.

It was because of your wife.

Jackie Vance

started a nonprofit organization
six years ago,

a domestic violence shelter.

It's been without a chairperson
since her passing.

You do your research.

So do you.

I can't take the position.

I made a deal
with the good people

of the ninth district

to focus 100% of my efforts
on them.

But I do have
some friends.

Well, I would love
to hear about them.

Over...

drinks in your musty office?

Okay.

How about a quiet dinner?

Took you long enough to ask,
Leon.

(chuckles)

Yeah, it's politics.

Mm-hmm.
Give or take.

Sushi or Italian?

I hate sushi.

Italian it is.
Done.

But I'm paying.

Mm.

(sighs)

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