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Stay away from NCIS!

This is Echo Bravo Nine. We have been
targeted by a surface-to-air missile.

Everybody brace for impact!

- We have to pick up a distress beacon.
- Get me the Russian embassy.

My office received word
of a downed aircraft.

I was not aware
that it may have been one of yours.

It is ours, Mr. Pavlenko.
Target of a surface-to-air missile.

The passengers...
Where are the special agents?

You made this too difficult,
Agent Gibbs!

Boss! Get in the truck!

Sergei Mishnev.

Our Intel says Sergei survived.

- I hit him. He went down.
- He got up.

And wherever he is now,

there's a good chance
he'll be gunning for us.

Not if we find him first.

Did you see that kid's face
when I flashed my cuffs?

She was 12 and sneaking
a smoke in the park.

That was probably
her first cigarette.

Eh, thanks to me, she'll think twice
before smoking a second one.

You're welcome, health care system.

Park's closed, ma'am.
Move along.

Hey, unless you want to put
your hands together

for old Simon and Garfunkel here...
move along.

Oh, man.
She's been strangled.

Unit 20-21, reporting an ADW
in Town Center West.

Request backup and EMT code three.

Geez, somebody got her good.

Oh, man, she's still alive, Dave.

- Expedite medical assistance.
- It's okay, ma'am.

Everything's gonna be fine.
We're gonna help you.

Don't... touch me.

NCIS Season 12 Episode 04
Choke Hold

Synchro: Gaillots & Kujathemas.

Rereading: Bruno.

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Maybe.

Saw that one on HBO.

Definitely not.

Okay, Tony, I think this list
of "sexy moves in the bedroom"

is made up, like you said.

I didn't say "made up".
I said "exotic".

So you've heard of these things?

Not just heard of them, McGoo.

- The amount of...
- Okay, stop.

I'm sorry I asked.

Number six, though, seriously?
Really? You?

Want me to tell you
about number six?

Wait... yes.

It was a long time ago, in France.

I was young, innocent, flexible.

Before number six,
I didn't know that a woman could...

fire a... jump shot, that she could

dunk it... women!

- WNBA, I follow it.
- You don't have to do that.

The women are just
as competitive as the men.

You don't have to change the subject.
I'm not the sex police.

Kind of, you are.

I'm married. I have more sex
than the two of you combined.

From what I hear, that's not how
that works, but if you want...

Give me that magazine, smart ass.

Let's see...

Yes, yes, yes...

Definitely yes.

Definitely no.

And... yes.

Number six?

Are you double-jointed?

It was kind of an accident.
Jake and I went camping once,

and, camp, uh...
we were on a camp...

Grab your gear.

Navy research scientist
was attacked in the park.

He still alive?

Yes, she is.

Actually, that's not entirely true.

The victim's dead, sir.

Wait a second.

But Dispatch said
Naval Research Scientist

Sofia Glazman was found alive.

That report was later amended.

She was alive when we found her.

Had a piece of wire
cutting into her neck.

Looked like it was
pulled real tight.

So we waited for EMTs.

- She say anything?
- Could barely talk.

We asked about the attack,
who did it...

But she just kept asking us
not to move her.

Begging us not to.

When the EMTs couldn't get to the wire,
either,

we had no choice
but to get her to the hospital.

She passed out from blood loss.

But they loaded her
into the ambulance.

And that's when things got ugly.

We finally understood
why she didn't want to be moved.

The body's in there.

What happened?

Nobody saw the device, sir.

What's Ducky doing here?

Well, at least somebody got
the updated report.

Thanks, guys.

There was a mix-up
in the initial case report.

I trust you were able
to avoid the confusion?

Two body bags, Duck?

I see the confusion still reigns.

I know rule number two
is "always wear gloves"

but when there's this much blood...

- Rain gear.
- In the truck.

When the head is detached
from the body,

it's standard procedure
to transport them separately.

Hence, the two body bags.

I'm more interested in how.

I think I found that out, Boss.

What is that, a motorized garrote?

Man... did you see The Counselor?

That was a pretty good movie.

What a cast...
you got Brad... Pitt...

There's a bone stuck in this.

A cervical vertebra.

This thing acts like a wire noose.

Keeps getting tighter
until it pulls all the way closed.

Explains the blood spray.

Well, the carotid artery acts,
quite literally, as a spigot.

No buttons, no timers, just... on.

Once the motor starts,
it doesn't stop.

Well, apparently, that one did.

That's why the victim
begged not to be moved.

I guess the motor must have jammed.

But... when they loaded her
onto the ambulance...

Upon facing the guillotine,
it was common

for the condemned to ask
for a sharpened blade.

Make it clean, fast.

Yeah, well, this execution

was purposely neither.

They're sending a message.

Sofia was like a granddaughter
to me.

Dr. Havana, do you know anyone
who could've done this?

I won't look at those.

And we will need her laptop
and notes back again today.

We have a test run tomorrow morning.

It should be Sofia running it.

You lab was working
on laser technology?

Next big stick in naval warfare.

These lasers aren't weaponized.

Data transfer?

Yes. Very good.

I read somewhere that NASA
is sending data to the Moon

at 662 megabits per second.

Word is that by using each color
on the light spectrum,

that transfer speed
could be multiplied.

Johns Hopkins. And MIT.

Humble brag much?

Don't worry, I'm a Caltech man.

Sworn enemies don't get
extra credit.

Aren't both of your mascots beavers?

So, this laser tech is valuable?

Maybe in ten years,
when it's cost-effective,

but, for now, everyone's
just trying to make it work.

Including Ms. Glazman.

I recruited her when she was still

at Moscow Institute of Physics
and Technology.

Her parents died when she was young.

Practically raised herself.

Becoming a U.S. citizen
and working here

was a chance to start fresh.

Was she seeing anyone?

How could she have time
to have friends or a social life?

She spent every spare minute
in the lab.

Looks like a friend to me.

Nelly Benin.

Sofia's college lab partner
in Moscow.

Sofia was recruited by us,

Nelly stayed on and worked
for the Russians.

But the two kept a...

professional rivalry.

Rivalry.

Professional, I said.

The two of them were...
best of friends.

I know this looks like a lot of fun.

But it's actually science
giving me unexpected answers.

I don't know what to expect.

Never seen one of those before.

I know.
It's fascinating, huh?

I mean, if only there were another use
for it, then it would be cool.

Bike lock.

I like where you're head's at.

This motorized garrote would indeed
keep your bike safe

but then you'd probably never be able to
move it again, at least not very easily.

This is braided alloy,
and it's very, very hard to cut.

Impressive.

Oh, you should see the guts.

Which were super hard to get to

and to reset.

Every cog and coil
is custom-engineered

for size and strength.

It's like a perfect killing machine.

It's not that perfect, Abs.
It broke down.

Yeah, that's what stumped me, too.

At first.
But then I swabbed the inside,

I found a thin layer
of a chemical residue

- on the relay switch.
- Get prints?

No. And there's no hairs
and there's no fibers.

But when I processed
the sticky gunk,

it's actually...

a smoke residue, specifically from

a strain of cannabis sativa.

Grass?

Yeah. Grass.

If you grew up in the '60s.

Um, and our killer
must've smoked a lot of it

when they were building this thing.

We used to call that a "stoner".

That term's actually
still culturally relevant.

How's it relevant to our case?

If you can find our killer's stash,
I can match it.

Yeah, DiNozzo.
Go.

Just got a call.

Director Vance wants us
to meet him ASAP at the Pentagon.

About what?

He didn't say.

I'm just as in the dark as you are.

SECNAV called,

wanted to have a meeting
off the books, and here we are.

In the basement. Don't they have secret
war rooms for meetings like this?

And we're heading to one.

And the, um, SECNAV
asked me to join?

It's my idea, Agent DiNozzo.

Need you to guard the war room.

How do you do it?
It's like pigs at the trough.

Eh, some places,
it really is a trough, ma'am.

- Fenway, Wrigley...
- Mostly stadiums.

Director Vance, Agent Gibbs,
I apologize for the location.

Like Gibbs said,
we've been to worse.

You're investigating the murder
case of an NRL scientist.

My office was contacted
by a foreign embassy

claiming to have helpful Intel.

Which embassy?

I promised Secretary Kerry
to keep this meeting off the radar

in order to protect everyone.

Which embassy, Madam Secretary?

All yours.

No, thanks.

So is that just
how you pick up women, then?

You just wait outside the door?

No, I'm waiting on a friend.

My idea is better.

So, you work down here?

Counselor Pavlenko.

NCIS Agent...

Of course.

You are the one who led
the Fins onto Russian soil.

Yeah, that's right.
It was a rescue team, actually,

because help didn't seem
to be coming from anybody else.

In here, counselor.

Was that the Secretary of the Navy?

Agent Gibbs,

I was

relieved to learn
of your safe return

after the helicopter accident.

It was no accident.

It was a missile.

Which is not why we're here today.

Why are we here today?

This time, it is our turn to go
through the proper channels

and ask for help.

Your help.

Nelly Benin.

Our victim's former lab partner.

We're already looking into her.

I can help.

Benin was a valued asset

of our scientific community.

Was?

Moscow has reason to believe

she is now in the employ
of terrorist Sergei Mishnev.

The same man who you claim

shot you down, Agent Gibbs.

Benin's colleague.

Found in his Moscow flat
two days ago.

A sophisticated weapon.

Same killer?

Benin.

She is here in Washington.

Why?

You want us
to find your missing scientist.

It is all right, Madam Secretary.

Agent Gibbs has highlighted
the embarrassing truth.

We are asking NCIS

to find Benin and stop her

by any means necessary.

And in return,
you just want this kept quiet.

Save face.

Tell your embassy this matter
will have our full attention.

And Justice has requested

a Joint Terrorism Task Force leader.

FBI will be assisting
in the manhunt.

I knew the cold war was heating up,

but meeting in the men's room
is downright sexy.

You think?

Well, it's... need to know.

I didn't catch your name.

I didn't throw it.

Maybe you could write it down for me,
then,

right next to your...
little phone number.

Director Vance,

Special Agent Gibbs and DiNozzo,

I'd like you to meet
FBI Special Agent Pendergast.

She will be your partner

for the duration of this case.

Pleased to meet you.

Now, why are we having
a meeting in here?

Ask Agent Pendergast.

I did a quick check.
She's a former Deputy U.S. Marshal

turned Joint Terrorism
Task Force leader.

An FBI manhunter.

And I always catch my prey.

Got a question, Gumby?

Sorry.

I won't be good with names.

My name is McGee.

I'm wondering why we're having
this meeting in MTAC.

It's a secure briefing.

We usually just brief
in the squad room... ma'am.

Call me Leia.

Like the princess.

I hate Star Wars.

Nobody hates Star Wars.

You do when you're named Leia.

Yet you know his name.

We met earlier.

Nelly Benin.
Russian scientist.

Suspected of ties
to a Russian terror group,

the murder of a colleague in Moscow,

and our Navy Research Lab scientist
last night here in D.C.

Our target entered the U.S.
with her Russian passport

before it was flagged by Interpol.
BOLO's already

doing the rounds with LEOs
and transportation authorities.

That it?

I got handed this case an hour ago.

NCIS had a head start,
so let's see what you got,

kick down some doors
and find our killer.

Come on. I showed you mine.
Show me yours.

Tell her.

We've already done
some digging on Benin.

- And?
- And

none of it makes any sense.

Up until the suspected murder
two days ago,

she was a model Russian citizen.

Only thing on her record is a ticket
for streaking at the Sochi Olympics.

It's pretty ballsy, but hardly
a precursor to terrorism and murder.

- Russian Intel is...
- Really difficult to verify.

That's putting it nicely.

Sir, I understand your hesitation,

but Benin is our best
and only suspect in this murder,

and our orders are to hunt her down.

A suspect, not prey.

If half of what
I've heard about NCIS is true,

you guys must have something
the FBI doesn't.

Who are you, what are you doing here,
who was the 27th president of the US?

FBI Special Agent Leia Pendergast,
to catch a killer, Taft.

No. Wait.

Yes, you're right.

But why would Gibbs
send you down here alone?

He said we'd get along.

- Might have been sarcasm, though.
- He probably noticed that.

- Not a hunter?
- The opposite.

You're a breeder, then?

What?

I found a deleted e-mail
sent to our headless victim.

It's from a junk account

but it mentions a meeting at a bar
around the time of the murder.

- How did you get this?
- Dr. Havana

from the Navy Research Lab
turned over her hard drive.

Liberty Square Bar is on the other side
of the park where the body was found.

Our victim was headed
to this meeting when she was attacked.

- Can you trace the junk account?
- Already did.

There's no name,
but it originated in Moscow, Russia.

Meaning our missing scientist
could have sent it.

Benin lured her former
lab partner to her death.

Yeah, looks that way.

- I like her.
- Why? Because she winked at you?

Talk about no boundaries.
Manhunter.

I know, right?

I mean, she's only flirting with you
to get closer to her prey.

The case.
She's using you.

What do we got?

- A problem with the timeline.
- And airport security.

Here we go again.

Just 'cause your wee little McGee
shows up on the full body scanner.

It's an invasion of privacy. But
that's not what I'm talking about here.

There was an unrelated security
delay at Dulles last night.

Something the Russians
couldn't have known about.

While the attack
was happening in the park,

- Benin was stuck at the terminal.
- She couldn't have killed Glazman.

- She's still our only suspect.
- You sound like Leia.

Our victim's getting a call on her cell
phone from the Liberty Square Bar.

Same bar from the e-mail.

- Smells like a trap.
- Or could be something else.

I'm listening.

McGee and I have been working on

kind of a loose theory... ish.

What if Benin is running?

The flight, the secret e-mail

to our victim, and now we know
the Russian Intel is shoddy.

What if she's trying to defect?
The Russians don't want

- their scientist sharing state secrets.
- So they accuse her of murder?

She didn't kill our naval scientist,

which means she didn't kill
the guy in Moscow.

And if she knows we're monitoring

Glazman's cell, that call
could be her reaching out.

And if she's strapped to a bomb
waiting for us to show up?

It was just a theory.

We don't even know
what's going on yet.

We are going to the bar anyway,
and we're gonna find out.

And we're gonna start
by asking nicely.

- Am I updating the FBI?
- No. No, not yet.

Got it.

If Leia asks?

Geez, DiNozzo, make something up.

She's your girlfriend.

Why? Did she say something?

Did she mention me?

It's a popular place.

Looks like Barry's
having a good time.

Think our Russian joined
the mishegoss?

At the bar, McGee.
Your one o'clock.

She's drinking.
That good or bad?

Time to test your theory.

Happy Bar Mitzvah, Barry.

So, is that vodka or water?

Gin.

And I'm waiting for someone.

I'm only asking 'cause it would say
a lot about you,

your plans for the evening.

My plans?

Who are you?

See, I'd be worried
if that glass was filled with water.

It would tell me you don't want
to lose control of your faculties,

or your nerve.

If you're planning
on doing something bad.

So, if I said this was water,

you would think I'm dangerous?

Killer, perhaps?

Yeah, but I don't think you are.

Maybe you're wrong.

Insurance.

In case I don't like
what you have to offer.

So choose your next words carefully.

If you're looking to defect,
we can help.

Then why didn't you just say so?

Everything all right, McGee?

Yeah, I think so, Boss.

No, everything is far from okay.

But it's a start.

My name is Nelly Benin, and I'm seeking
asylum in the United States.

Gibbs. NCIS.

Why don't we get you out of here?

Okay, fine,
but let's two things straight.

I didn't kill anybody.

And...

I have to pee.

Wait. What about that bomb?

There isn't one.

Just pulled out the insides
of an old calculator.

I got this.

So, that, of course, was accounting.
The big abacus gave it away.

And here's the wall.

The wall has seen
a lot of action lately.

Sergei Mishnev is your number one?

That's odd.
You must want him pretty bad.

Don't question wall.

Your team has desks in here?

The big orange room?
That'd give me a headache. No.

We're in the Stephen
J. Cannell annex.

I watched The A-Team.

- Pardon me?
- And Rockford

and The Greatest American Hero,

Really?

You found her, didn't you?

I'm sorry. Who?

And this was going so well.

The tour?

Yet you continue selling me bull?

Hardcastle and McCormick.

Underrated Cannell classic.

21 Jump Street... kind of fascist
and weird, but I'm into it.

Sorry.

Not used to playing the tough guy.

But you still think I'm dangerous.

Your bluff was a little too good.

I didn't find out my friend
was dead until I got here.

Things are going so well today.

There. All better.

Geez. Come on!

Let's go.

Pardon.

- Something wrong?
- Marijuana.

This proves I had nothing
to do with the murders.

Well, that depends.

I don't know who that woman was,

but I know who she's working for.

Sergei Mishnev.

Leader of a rogue
military group in Russia.

- Yeah, I know who he is.
- Well, I didn't,

not until last week when he approached
me in a caf� outside my apartment.

That's him.

He knew I was working for the government
lab, but he wanted me to join him.

Doing what?

He refused to say.

That's how I knew
it wasn't a normal job offer.

So, I politely turned him down.

You are going to help me after this?

Let me stay in the U.S.?

Mikhail.

A coworker.

I told him about the job,
and he said he'd received the same offer

by the same man...

on the same day.

You both turned him down.

The next morning, I got a call

that Mikhail had been murdered,

and unless I took the job,
I was next.

When do I talk to your consulate
about naturalization?

Murder suspects
don't get citizenship.

I'm not a killer!

Then finish the story.

Sofia and I had been competing
on the same laser research.

But she was the only one
I could turn to.

It never occurred to me that they would
find out and go after her, too.

Sergei and his group want me dead
because I refused to work for them.

Russia has police.

Sergei said it would do no good.

He said he had many friends.

That's a big jump

from murder suspect
to innocent victim.

The fact that I had anything
to do with this is a lie!

Who told you I murdered my friends?

I know you have our scientist.

Nice to see you, too.

Madam Secretary.

I miss anything?

The Russians calling us liars.

So the usual, then?

Very good, but I know you've had
Miss Benin in custody for hours.

Call it intuition.

I hope it's not the same intuition
that told you Nelly Benin is our killer,

because she's not.

Now you're calling me a liar.

The usual.

You gave us bad Intel, Bad Anton.

I know.

Moscow doesn't always
tell me everything,

which can put me
in an awkward position.

So why the secret meetings?

The urgent manhunt?

I believe you call it
"better safe than sorry".

But since she is no longer
a murder suspect, all the better.

We have a government plane
waiting at Dulles

for our safe and immediate return.

That's assuming that we have her.

Madam Secretary,

I do not think you want to open
an international wound over a scientist.

You did.

I will tell Moscow
we have your absolute cooperation.

Ass.

But he's right, Leon.
We can't spend political capital here.

I was just sitting down to write a note,
and then Pavlenko walked in.

No. You sit wherever you like.

I want to know how the hell
the Russians found out we had Benin.

Get me Agent Gibbs.

I knew you found Benin.

Couldn't talk to you before her.
You understand.

No, I don't.

We missed this room on the tour.
Check it out.

No more tours, no more lies.

Have a seat.
Let's talk about it.

If you killed me
right here, right now,

my dead body would refuse
to sit at that table.

Did you tell the Russians
we had Benin?

Treason?

Light treason.

We've done some digging.
You've been assigned to protect

three Russian emissaries
in the last three months.

And, in fact,
the Russian embassy specifically

requested your assignment
to this case.

- Treason.
- For hire.

$28,000 was deposited in your

bank account at the beginning
of the month from an offshore account.

I could kill you.

Then it'd be treason and murder.

You've lied to me,

and you've made accusations,
but now you're wasting my time.

I'm not your leak.

I believe you.

So tell us who sent the money,
and everyone else can.

Go ahead, trace the account.

Now who's wasting time?

Belongs to my father.

Your father has Russian ties?

- I can't believe you.
- I'm trying to believe you.

My father has money.

A lot of it.

He didn't come into it
till after I was 17.

But now he sends me
$28,000 every year.

Not because I want it,
or because I need it.

Just because it's...

some kind of tax benefit.

Our relationship
has always been a little...

Challenging.

What would you know about it?

It's a long story.

Then, we should skip it,

because I have a job to do, and our
Russian scientist has a flight to make.

And you have prey to catch.

Always do.

Except this one wasn't running
from you,

and she's still being hunted.

This group wants me dead,
and you're sending me back?

Sergei will find me.

Clearly, my government
doesn't care about stopping him.

Unfortunately, your government has made
a lot of things clear.

The United States grants asylum
to political refugees

and those fleeing
religious persecution.

How is this any different?

I'm sorry.

Please. I have value.

Am I too late?

- For what?
- We identified our killer.

Using your description,
I got a hit on our hit woman.

Renata Atal.

Russian expat wanted in connection
with multiple murder-for-hires

involving unusual weapons.

A motorized garrote would qualify.

I put out the BOLO.
We know who's after Benin.

Which means we can get her back
to protect her.

No, we can't.

DiNozzo and McGee get this?

- They weren't in the bullpen.
- Get it to their cell phone.

Okay. Why?

Let me go to your news media.

If I cannot win your sympathy,
then maybe...

I get it, okay?

You'll help me?

You're not worth starting a war over,
but like I said, I get it.

Thank you for that, at least.

Why are we in here?

What's happening?

- Hello.
- Stay in the car.

Tony, I think we're being followed.

You are.

What? Where are you?

Following you.

And our hit woman now.

- What? The whole time?
- Yeah, I had a hunch.

Now, stay in the car.

Tony, what are you gonna do?

He hung up?

What do we do now?

Get down.

- Turn off the engine.
- Hands on the wheel!

It's over.

I know.

- Hands on the wheel!
- No!

Stop!

How did this woman know
I was being transferred?

First you refuse to grant me asylum.

Then you use me as bait to lure
my assassin out into the open.

And now you still plan
on turning me in to those responsible?

We don't have proof.

Outside of this building,
Counselor Pavlenko was

the only one who knew
I was being transferred.

It does appear
someone tipped off the hit woman.

- Yeah, and it still wasn't me.
- I ask about treason one time.

Enough!

What do we got?

Dwindling shot clock.

The Russians are expecting
their scientist.

I would rather die than be looking over
my shoulder for the rest of my life.

We still don't have enough evidence

to connect Pavlenko to the rogue
Russians or to Mishnev.

Body.

- Headless hit woman's with Ducky.
- And her SUV is down in the garage.

Abby's on it, but no word yet.

Then you don't know what we've got.

I need Gibbs.

Yes. Director, hold on. It's Director
Vance. He's looking for you.

Yeah, I'll bet he is.

You know, he's not here right now.
I could ta...

Hello? He hung up.

Can't imagine.

- Excuse me?
- Pendergast! With me!

The Berserkers of Old Norse
literature

were known for fighting in
a bloodthirsty and trancelike state.

Hence, the term "going berserk".

One theory suggests

that it was the ingestion
of a hallucinogenic mushroom,

the Amanita muscaria,

that made these warriors lose
their heads, so to speak.

That's not what made
our killer lose hers.

And Miss Atal preferred dope.

We used to call it
"Mary Jane", Miss...

Leia. FBI.

Her body reeked of the drug,

so she wasn't in a berserk fury.

She would find herself relaxed

and mildly euphoric
as she killed others.

Doubt her own death felt very good.

Facing a lifetime of prison,

suicide was no doubt preferable,

and it would have prevented her
from being questioned.

- Tell me you got something.
- Plenty of something

to suggest that she killed
our Navy scientist.

The murder weapon,
the similar markings on the neck.

We need her employer.

Well, that's something
that the body did not provide.

You.

I processed the weed residue
on our third garrote.

It matches the first two.
Definitely our killer.

We know. The SUV?

Still processing that,
but so far, nada, zilch.

But before you ask,
I ran deep background

on both Renata Atal
and Anton Pavlenko.

- What's the connection?
- Our hit woman was a pro, Gibbs, so,

- if Pavlenko is connected to her...
- He's no dummy, either.

We just need more time.

Time's up, Agent Gibbs.

And there's nothing
we can do to delay this further.

We have our murderer.

It's time to give the Russians
what they want.

Came yourself this time, Anton.

My people are waiting
with the plane.

I was hoping we could talk.

Right.

You tell Sergei I said howdy.

What would make you think
he and I are friendly?

You lied.

- You're lying right now.
- If I motivated you

to find Benin faster,
then it was worth it,

so you could protect her,
prevent escalation, war, even.

- We're already fighting one.
- Yes, and we are on the same side.

Against Sergei.

Look, I had nothing to do
with those deaths.

How can I prove that to you?

Perhaps...

next time?

I know where to find you.

No, no. No, I won't go.

- Not with him.
- Take it easy,

or you'll be flying in handcuffs.

I hope that will not be necessary,
Miss Benin.

I give you my word,
we will return you home

peacefully and safely.

Don't do this.

Stand down, DiNozzo.

Do something.

This isn't the way, madam...

For God's sake,
somebody do something!

What did you do?

My job.

I guess Benin was dangerous
after all.

But don't worry.

I will tell Moscow the truth
when I get back.

The truth?

You're gonna tell the truth?

That the Americans were
of great help,

and that she is no longer a threat,

or our concern.

But it didn't have to end like this.

So, Pavlenko wanted her dead?

This proves he's behind the hit woman
and part of the Russian terrorist group.

Yeah, maybe,
but with diplomatic immunity...

Where's Gibbs?

- Right here, Madam Secretary.
- Save the formality.

How the hell did this happen
in our own house?!

Thank you.

That was base security.
Pavlenko has left the Navy Yard.

Madam Secretary.

I usually used
glycerin to get out stains.

I have some in Autopsy.

You said give the Russians
what they want.

We did.

You had blanks in your gun?

Hunter knows what weapon to use
to get the job done.

And you and Gibbs didn't tell me?

It was my one condition for going along
with this whole crazy thing.

I see. So...

This isn't 'cause I'm better
at my job?

- What?
- You know,

the stall tactics on you, following you
to get to the hit woman.

- And you think that was because...
- Smarter.

Me.

What about the fact that I used
my contacts with the Russians

- to sell this whole damn thing?
- Dangerous. You.

- You're unbelievable.
- Thank you.

Now, about getting that phone number
in writing.

You're the detective, Tony.

You know what "Tony" is
spelled backwards?

Why not?

Think about it.

You overheard that.

Didn't have a choice.

Gibbs would never leave you
out of the loop on something like this.

He didn't.

You knew?
You were just...

Wait. So, why bother
fighting with her?

She fights back.

I have a type.

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