MAN: What do you think I said?
Look, I told Sydney.
She's more than welcome to freeze her own head when she dies.
Mine is being cremated and scattered at the nearest Hooters. Hmm.
No, I know. She's crazy.
Even if it works, who wants to live forever?
Live fast, die young, you know?
[HORN HONKS, TYRES SCREECH]
Hey!
What are you doing? The sign said "walk."
No way. My light was green.
[HORNS HONKING]
[TRAFFIC LIGHTS CLICKING]
MAN [IN DISTANCE]: Let's go!
Ever see streetlights malfunction like that?
That's not a malfunction.
That's an SOS.
MAN: Lights went crazy. And he almost hit me.
DRIVER: And my light was green, so it surprised me that anybody...
[INDISTINCT CHATTER]
McGEE: City engineers traced the disturbance
to an underground power node.
Back-traced the source, they found this.
[CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKING]
Hey, boss.
Meet Marine Officer Major John Maguire.
At least that's what his ID says.
It's hard to tell with, you know, the one eye.
- Yeah, where's the missing one? - Your guess is as good as mine.
Major worked under Marine Corps Systems Command,
was liaison to the civilian sector for NBC preparedness.
Nuclear, biological and chemical.
Very good. I'm proud of you. Like a weird uncle.
- You may not have noticed, but the-- - Door locks from the outside?
Oh, so you noticed that.
Meaning someone else locked him down here.
Yeah, you really wanna impress me, McGee, tell me why.
He know where his SOS was going?
Not a chance.
Now, shorting the power box was clever, but shot in the dark.
- Lucky it worked at all. - Someone was able to figure it out.
That's precisely why "SOS" was chosen,
because it was so very recognisable.
Dot-dot-dot, dash-dash-dash, dot-dot-dot.
Unlike the old signal, which was CQD, "come quick, distress."
GIBBS: Just the SOS? - That's all he sent.
McGEE: Morse code's a dying art. ZIVA: Was for him.
Well, he could've sent a longer message,
but nobody would've recognised it.
Present company excepted.
- Cause of death? - Well, he didn't suffocate.
There are no signs of cyanosis to indicate oxygen deprivation.
No petechial haemorrhages that would indicate strangulation.
There's no blunt or sharp-force trauma.
In fact, there is no sign of any trauma at all.
Other than the missing eye.
That would explain his death, Timothy.
Blood came from somewhere.
Yes, well, the blood on the hands is superficial,
from several torn cuticles and pads.
TONY: It looks like he literally tried to climb the walls.
BUCKY: Oh, that's odd.
Ninety-nine point one.
It appears our corpse is running a slight fever.
What happened down here?
ZIVA: Whatever happened, someone wanted to watch.
Though the idea of the artificial eye was centuries old,
it didn't really take off until the early 20th century.
Yes, a group of Germans toured the United States,
custom fitting glass eyes to those who needed them.
Yes, which would've included you, major, had you still been alive.
Sadly, the outbreak of war led to shortages,
resulting in ill-fitting eyeballs,
which had the tendency to pop out during rigorous interpersonal activity.
- Such as? - I leave that to your imagination, Tony.
But I do have a cause of death.
I was hoping there was a reason you called me down here, Ducky.
Yes, the major's death occurred as a result of acute organ failure,
brought about by hyperthermia.
- It wasn't that cold down there. - No, hyperthermia, Tony. Not hypo.
His body literally became too hot to handle.
- Wasn't that warm down there. - No, indeed, it wasn't.
But the hyperthermia would explain
the elevated body temperature I found at the crime scene.
One mystery solved.
Unfortunately, the major does not appear
to suffer from any of the risk factors involved in heat stroke.
- Well, he still managed to die from it. - Yes, indeed, he did.
You know, certain medications can interfere
with the body's cooling processes, but we'll have to wait
for Abby's toxicology report to see if that is a factor.
[CHUCKLES] Oh, I get it.
"Rigorous interpersonal activities."
Hitting...
Ahem. Maybe it was a trophy for the crypt keeper.
The wound was self-inflicted.
- Are you saying that he--? - He tore out his own eyeball.
Now, I found traces of vitreous fluid under his fingernails.
Well, where'd it go?
We didn't find an eyeball
- at the crime scene. - Ho-ho-ho.
It was at the crime scene, all right.
Hiding
in his stomach.
You didn't find a toe in there too, did you, Duck?
[CHUCKLES]
- How'd it get in his stomach? DUCKY: Oh, I don't know, Tony.
But there are only two pathways into the stomach.
Neither possibility is particularly appetizing.
[TYPING]
Gibbs.
Thank God you're here. Mm.
- Ahem. - I really need your help.
You've gotta stop me from doing something stupid.
I'm thinking about getting a tattoo.
All these tattoos.
You know, I get really nervous because it's such a final decision.
Should I go with something a little esoteric
or, I don't know, maybe a little Eastern?
Oh. Ganesh.
The Hindu god of wisdom, for me, the wise one.
What do you think?
I don't think I'm the one to ask about this.
But, Gibbs, you know me better than anyone else.
When you're gonna make a decision that's gonna affect the rest of your life,
you need the person around you that knows you best for guidance.
Please?
Where do you wanna put the tattoo?
Okay, you're right. You're not the one to ask.
Toxicology report.
I heard about Ducky's unexplained hyperthermia. I can explain it.
I found traces of 3-quinuclidinyl benzilate in Major Maguire's blood.
NATO calls it BZ gas. We call it "agent buzz."
It's an incapacitating agent that causes hyperthermia,
severe hallucinations, and in large enough doses, death.
It's a chemical weapon, Gibbs.
- Whose? - Ugh. It's hard to tell.
Chemical weapons are banned,
but they're still allowed for research purposes.
Even by our own government.
- Can you tell which lab it came from? - No, but I do have a lead.
The camera that you pulled from the sewer is Wi-Fi-based.
It works by piggybacking on local, unprotected networks.
Once it's on the Internet, it can be routed anywhere at will.
- And it makes it totally untraceable. - But you traced it anyway.
- Let me know when you-- - I got an address.
- Yep. - No, I mean, I got an address.
The killer watched the major die from a bowling alley.
[READS TEXT]
Of course, whoever was there is probably long...
...gone right now. Hmm.
I got a bad feeling about this.
We let the Elf Lord go in, we may never get him out.
It's getting old, Tony.
Tony, you and Ziva take the back. Elf Lord, you're with me.
[LOUD MUSIC PLAYING OVER SPEAKER]
[VIDEO GAMES PLAYING]
[BOWLING PINS KNOCKING DOWN]
I wonder where everyone is.
[INDISTINCT CHATTER]
Talk to me, Ziva.
ZIVA [OVER RADIO]: Rear service entrance clear. Standing by.
MAN: For some reason, I don't believe you.
Look, we can do this nice and easy, or not so nice and easy.
Come on, man. Start talking.
MANAGER: Not so rough. I said I didn't know.
MAN 1 : I don't believe you. MAN 2: Me neither.
McGEE: Federal agents. Drop it.
- Drop your weapons. MAN: Easy.
- Federal agents. Put them down. - NCIS. Drop your weapons.
Drop your weapons. How about we all drop our weapons,
since clearly we're all on the same team.
MANN: Mamoun Sharif.
CID was able to trace an old lead
from when Sharif was working as a paid informant for the CIA.
The trail led to an alias, which led to a credit card.
- Which led to a bowling alley. - Yep.
Funny, us running into each other like that.
Funny?
Do you have a better word?
[CHUCKLES] A few come to mind.
So the real question, are our cases connected?
As connected as McGee and his cute little writing pipe.
Prints on the computer monitoring the sewer
matched the prints on file from Sharif's CIA report.
The Mad Bomber's back.
Except he's not using bombs this time.
MANN: So where did he get the BZ gas?
One of the major's duties was to deliver
small quantities of weapon's-grade gasses
- to civilian research labs. - Ziva, you and Tony--
Run down the major's deliveries, starting with the most recent.
- Find out-- - If any of them were BZ gas. On it.
They always finish your sentences for you?
I teach them to anticipate.
Well, they do it well.
You must be a good teacher.
[MIMICS ELVIS] Well, thank you very much.
[BOTH LAUGH]
Boss, if Sharif was trying to cover his tracks,
why would he go to all this trouble just to kill Major Maguire?
It does seem unusual
that Sharif would've wasted the BZ gas the way he did.
He wasn't wasting it.
He was testing it.
Testing it for what?
It's a chemical weapon. Take a guess.
I meant, do you have anything specific?
- A date? A target? - No. Nothing yet.
Is there any hard intel suggesting that Sharif is planning an attack?
Other than the dead guy in our morgue?
If you're worried about the lack of chatter...
- Don't. - The last time Sharif
planned an attack, there was zero uptick.
He certainly proved last time
that he was a pro at flying beneath our radar.
Yes, but even if he's planning on not using the gas himself--
- Sell it to someone who will. - Yep.
Homeland Security certainly loves non-specific threats.
So how are we gonna handle this?
Our investigations have merged. Who's gonna take the lead?
You'll be working under Agent Gibbs.
Your boss and I flipped a coin for it.
Is that a problem?
- No problem. I'm just-- - Used to being on top.
MANN: In command, yes.
But I've worked with Agent Gibbs before, and I'm happy to again.
Hmm.
[CLEARS THROAT]
[DOOR CLOSES]
You two have worked together a while, huh?
- Mm-hm. - How long?
Reason you're asking?
Just curious.
Forget it.
Major Maguire was here last week. Secured delivery.
Shame what happened.
You seem real broken up.
Hey, I got my own problems.
We upsized our operation after 9l11.
Things haven't quite panned out.
Lines out the door for Game Box 3,
and I got warehouses of this, no one wants.
And creditors up the wazoo.
- Uh-- "Wazoo"? - Huh?
Good luck with that one.
[CELL PHONE RINGING]
[MUMBLING]
Give me a second.
TONY: Hi. - He's got two cell phones.
One for each ear.
Yeah.
I can take a rain check.
Everything all right?
All right, I'll talk to you later.
Sounds like you have something up your wazoo.
A doctor's probe, perhaps?
Look, I got a business to run.
If you have any more questions, you can ask our chief engineer.
He's in here.
Dane,
tell them what they need to know.
Okay?
Yeah.
Ah.
What do you need?
My partner probably needs to know your number.
[THUMP, TONY GROANS]
If you let it go, he would've thought I was kidding.
I don't want your number.
- What do you want? - You got a delivery
of BZ gas last week?
- We need to confirm shipment details. - Invoice number?
If chemical weapons are banned,
how come you're doing research with them?
Not everyone plays by the same rules as us.
We need to certify that our safety devices
will be functional against a rogue attack.
Military provides us with the samples, certify our devices.
And we do the testing.
Here we go.
Four kilograms of BZ concentrate.
Four? According to S YSCOM records, it was 14.
We asked for four. That's what the major signed over to us.
Ten kilograms missing.
Is that a lot?
[PHONE BEEPS]
So then the colonel says to Gibbs: "Funny us running into each other."
McGee, you are reading way too much into this.
Abby, you were not there. You did not see the look on Gibbs' face.
Look at what, McGee?
McGEE: Hi, boss. I was...
- I was just-- - Talking about us behind our backs?
Well, we were trying to.
[BABY COOS]
- What do you got on Sharif? MANN: Or Maguire?
McGEE: We've been digging all day trying to find the connection.
ABBY: One possibility.
GIBBS: A $20,000 deposit.
MANN: Wired from an offshore bank account two days ago.
GIBBS: ls Sharif the source of that wire?
Well, he didn't sign his name on it.
If we can track the source, might give a lead on him.
Yeah, do it.
But wait. There's more.
The Wi-Fi camera that Sharif used,
it streamed video of Major Maguire in real time to Sharif's computer.
We all know that the Internet
was designed to be a redundant communications protocol.
We were able to use that redundancy to find echoes of the original...
How long will they go on like this?
- Until we stop them. - ...from ISP to ISP.
MANN: McGee.
- Bottom line. - We've got the video
Sharif took of Major Maguire before he died.
[TYPING]
ABBY: First, he tried to pick the lock. McGEE: Then he called for help.
About a half hour later,
he gets the idea to try and signal using the power box on the wall,
which caused the traffic lights on the street to blink.
Watch what happens when the BZ goes into effect.
Oh, he looks really agitated.
McGEE: The BZ gas causes severe hallucinations.
He is literally losing his mind.
Now we know how an eyeball got in his stomach.
- How much? - This is the result
of roughly ten milligrams of exposure.
- What? - We're missing ten kilograms, McGee.
That's like a million times more.
Good news, boss. Gordon Gear ran a full inventory.
The only thing unaccounted for was the BZ gas.
Does that mean you found Sharif?
I guess he's still unaccounted for.
He's someplace doing something. Figure out where and find him.
TONY: I got an idea. Campfire.
ZIVA: No. - Yes.
Campfire's where we get together in a free environment,
without hugging and everything, we--
Uh-- Not a big fan of the campfire.
- And where's he going? - Same place he always goes to think.
[KNOCK ON DOOR]
Thought you'd like to know
that Sharif made it to the top of every agency's most-wanted list.
Homeland Security's all over it.
Where's your boat?
GIBBS: Had to move it to make some room.
- Yeah, but-- - They're covering their asses.
- But where--? - It'll take them days to do anything.
Yeah, well, they want a briefing.
Chemical weapons are notoriously difficult to deal with.
And ten kilograms is a large amount.
MANN: It could be a land-based attack.
Or something else we haven't thought of yet.
Well, that's what I'm here for.
Is it?
You say that like you were expecting something else.
Or is it hoping?
What you got in the bag?
Dinner.
Why don't we start with that?
So maybe Sharif is just gonna sell the BZ.
He's not.
- You're so sure of that because...? - His eyes.
- His eyes? - He doesn't want the money.
- He wants to kill. - Who?
Sharif's sold himself out to the highest bidder his whole life,
no matter what side they were on.
- And what's changed? - People get older,
realise that they want something different.
And you can tell this just by looking into someone's eyes?
- Yeah. - Okay.
What do you see in my eyes?
That you want me to kiss you.
- So are you going to? - Yeah.
- When? - After we catch Sharif.
- That's probably a good idea. - Really?
- I was hoping you wouldn't think-- - It's a good idea.
And I better go before I change my mind.
Uh-- You know, we're a distraction to your team.
We can't have anything interfering with finding Sharif.
Yeah, we're gonna find him.
Then what?
Interfere.
[CELL PHONE RINGING]
[NAILS CLATTERING]
Yeah, Gibbs.
Hello, Agent Gibbs.
What do you want, Sharif?
No pleasantries? That's not very friendly, Agent Gibbs.
You want friendly? The front door's open.
- Bring coffee. - I did. But you weren't home.
Nice place.
Got some decorating tips, but first things first.
I know you are aware I have
almost ten kilograms of BZ gas in my possession.
I wasn't expecting applause,
but I was hoping for a little bit more.
- What do you want? - The United States government
is holding six alleged members of a Chechen separatist group
in a secret prison in Afghanistan.
I want them released within the next 24 hours.
Not gonna happen.
Because the United States does not negotiate with terrorists.
But you misunderstand. We are not negotiating.
Either you release those men
or I will release more of the BZ gas.
- More? - It's hard to say
how many have been exposed.
Airborne weaponry is a tricky business.
But I'm sure the 11:00 news will have a pretty good figure by now.
TV REPORTER: --hospital.
Authorities are not certain what has caused the mystery illness.
There are no fatalities as of yet,
but at least six people have fallen sick.
Actually, counting you, Agent Gibbs, that makes seven.
Poor Gibbs.
First he loses his memory,
- and now he might lose his mind. - Ha.
Sharif is going to lose a lot more than that when Gibbs catches him.
[BUZZER SOUNDS]
- Is he going crazy? - No, he's his usual self.
Which some people might characterise as unconventional.
[CHUCKLES]
I didn't find any trace of BZ gas in either of them.
Sharif appears to be bluffing.
You're welcome to--
Gibbs. I was so worried.
- I'm okay, Abs. - Yeah, me too.
No fatalities at the hospital.
The dose was too low, they're reporting food poisoning.
But the word is already beginning to leak out.
How did Sharif deliver the BZ?
I can't tell yet. The pattern of illnesses appears random.
We're still trying to find a link between Sharif and the Chechen rebels.
You won't find one. He's trying to distract us.
- From what? GIBBS: I don't know.
Then what makes you so sure?
Never question the gut.
[ELEVATOR BELL DINGS]
- Oh! - Going somewhere, McGee?
Actually, looking for you, boss.
I might've found a connection between Sharif's victims.
Neighbours reported seeing the same truck outside of two of the houses.
- Well, you got a plate? McGEE: Not enough of one.
All I got is a red truck, some kind of logo.
Ziva, you and Tony find out if anyone else saw--
Where the hell is DiNozzo?
You tell me. Oh, that's right. You won't.
Find him.
Now.
Paging Miss Benoit.
Miss Benoit, please report to your front door, please.
[CELL PHONE BUZZING]
[PHONE BEEPS]
There's a medical emergency requiring your assistance, Miss Benoit.
Patient at your front door is dying of loneliness.
So when I said rain check--
That's weird. Because I thought you said Brain Chex. Like a--
Some kind of breakfast cereal good for your brain. What's wrong?
It doesn't have anything to do with you.
That's not what I asked.
If you don't wanna tell me,
I can always look at your horoscope or read some tea leaves.
What is it about "no" that men refuse to understand?
Is this all men or just me?
I got an e-mail from an old friend.
And this old friend is not good at the "no" word?
No, this friend isn't.
Sounds like this may have something to do with me.
Not everything is about you.
[CHUCKLES] Okay, then.
Enough about me. Let's talk about you. What do you think of me?
Beaches.
Bette Midler. 1987.
1988, actually.
But I'm gonna give it to you, because you're kind of cute.
And you win the prize.
A night with Francois Truffaut.
Actually probably a couple nights, maybe even a long weekend.
We can start with The 400 Blows.
I love Truffaut.
Just so we're clear,
you know, to make sure there's no confusion in the future,
when we use the word "rain check," we're saying "no" now, right?
Not "no" with a capital N, more like a lower-case "no."
Heh. Yes, perfectly unclear.
You see, this might be why men have trouble
understanding the feminine of the "no" word thingy.
- I'm digging myself a hole. - Yeah.
You know, since I'm here, it's a shame to waste me.
I vote for a group bath.
[LAUGHS]
- Was that a yes or--? - It wasn't a no.
Aha. That's very good.
[CHUCKLES]
[TYPING]
[CELL PHONE BUZZING]
Hey, is this about the mystery illness?
ZIVA: I don't know. You tell me.
I'm telling you. I just got the news flash.
- Sharif? - Yes.
- Where are you? - Off duty.
Okay, this is getting old, Tony.
This is why I don't answer your calls.
McGee found a connection between the victims.
Their homes were fumigated by the same firm.
- All right, text me the address. - Where are you?
- I can't-- Y-- S-- JEANNE: Tony?
The water's getting cold.
About that rain check...
The pest-control firm didn't realise
that one of their commercial sprayers was missing
until I sent two of my agents to question them.
We've ID'd Sharif as one of their employees.
Former employee.
Call you back.
Sharif hasn't shown for work since the attack.
Probably because he's too busy preparing for his next one.
The missing sprayer is truck-mounted.
But it could easily be adapted for a small aircraft.
I'm having mobile sensors deployed
at every Marine and Naval base on the East Coast.
FAA finished grounding all small aircraft?
- In the works. - Ducky says there's an antitoxin.
Needs to be delivered to all Trauma Ones and base hospitals.
- In the works. - I hope "in the works"
means something different here than it does where I come from.
Keep hoping.
You don't want this being seen? It's too late. Too late. Too late.
JEN: Jethro?
Are you okay?
Yeah. Fine.
Colonel Mann.
- Yes, director? - He is not fine.
Well, we're all under a lot of stress.
A word of advice: Agent Gibbs is one of the best agents around.
But when it comes to dealing with bureaucracy,
- it's not one of his stronger points. - And your point?
My point
is that I almost lost him six months ago, and I don't want a repeat.
Well, with all due respect, ma'am,
I think Agent Gibbs can take care of himself.
- I think you know that. - Yes. I do.
That will be all.
REPORTER: Rumours continue to swirl
about a possible terrorist attack.
There has been no official confirmation
- but the FAA continues to ground... - Gibbs, we have news.
We were able to back trace the wire transfer to Major Maguire.
ABBY: It wasn't easy. Most offshore accounts
use a block cipher as a security protocol.
So we fooled their system by causing it--
You got a location on Sharif?
Gibbs, the wire transfer did not come from Sharif.
Who did it come from?
So this is the guy Ziva was drooling over?
- I wasn't drooling. - Please.
I saw you undressing him with your bedroom eyes.
At least I'm not the one asking him if he waxed his eyebrows.
TONY: It's important to appreciate the competition.
[LAUGHS]
- I want a lawyer. - Why? You done something wrong?
- I'm admitting to nothing. - You don't need to.
We already know you wired $20,000 to Major Maguire.
What we don't know is why.
GIBBS: I'm gonna make this real simple for you.
No lawyer. No trial.
MANN [OVER SPEAKER]: Just a room like this until you talk.
- That's the way it works for terrorists. - I'm not a terrorist.
Well, you better hope you can convince us otherwise.
DANE: All right.
I diverted the BZ gas to Sharif, not the major.
- When I went to cover my tracks-- - Major Maguire found out.
Yeah, Sharif said he would take care of it.
I got worried when the major disappeared.
I knew the missing BZ would be traced to me.
So you made it look like Major Maguire sold the gas to Sharif
by putting the money in his account.
How much did Sharif pay you?
Nothing. I paid him.
What? You just like killing Americans?
We weren't planning on killing anyone. The plan was to scare people.
- Hey, it's working. - You guys don't get it, do you?
Every time there's a catastrophe, someone cashes in.
Katrina, the construction companies cleaned up.
The tsunami, traders made a killing on tsunami-detection stocks.
And during a chemical scare?
DANE: Have you checked the stock market today?
My lab paid me in stock options.
The phoney attack that put six people in the hospital,
well, that worked, because everybody's running out
and buying gas masks now.
Stock prices went through the roof.
I'll be a millionaire by tomorrow's bell.
You're gonna be in prison by tomorrow's bell.
MANN: You gave a terrorist deadly nerve gas.
Just wait, all right? It's not what you think.
I built in a safeguard. I denatured the enzyme,
which makes it useless for an airborne attack.
That's the only way I'd give him the gas.
Sharif knew?
Stealing the bug sprayer was just to scare people.
Sharif has the BZ, but he can't even use it.
I mean, if you ingest it, it'll kill you.
But, yeah, last time I checked,
bleach and bug spray will do the same thing,
and you can buy that anywhere.
There is no terrorist attack.
Then why are there six people in the hospital right now?
[SIGHS]
McGEE: Boss, local LEOs found the stolen sprayers in an alley.
No trace of BZ.
I think maybe Dane was right.
Wrong, probie.
It's Sharif. He wouldn't go to the trouble if he didn't have a plan.
And not knowing is driving boss crazy.
Then explain how Sharif's gonna spread the BZ if it's been modified?
- Maybe it wasn't modified. - It was.
CID's chemical-weapons specialist
analyzed the blood of the victims at the hospital
and confirmed the BZ's been modified.
- It's harmless unless ingested. - Which is basically harmless.
It wasn't harmless for Major Maguire and those six people.
Sharif was in their houses. He could've spiked their OJ with BZ.
Or Sharif figured out a way to modify it back.
[CELL PHONE RINGS]
Yeah, Gibbs.
Why don't I wait for you to start the trace?
I just called to see how you were feeling, Agent Gibbs.
Better than those six innocent people you put in the hospital.
I'd stop by and pay my respects, but I'm on my way out of town.
How about I send you a postcard?
I'm planning on travelling quite a bit for my retirement.
And your Chechen buddies?
I'm not even sure where Chechnya is.
We both know you're not retiring.
- With what I made, I plan to. - Who were they?
Wife?
Family?
Come on, Sharif. I've been there. I know.
It's not the money.
It's payback.
You won't stop until you get it.
So who were they?
[PHONE BEEPS]
- So this is all about payback? - Oh, he's planning an attack.
I believe I have a clue as to what that might be.
DUCKY: Do you see the slight inflammation of the stratum corneum
- of his fingertips? - Slight?
Looks like he was grating cheese, forgot the cheese.
DUCKY: Most of the damage occurred
when Major Maguire attempted to scale the walls of his crypt.
When I learned that the BZ gas had been modified
so it was no longer an airborne threat,
I looked for other methods of exposure.
- He ingested it? - That's a good guess.
But also a wrong one.
The answer lies in the major's urine.
- Smell that. - I'd prefer not to.
[BOTH SNIFF]
Garlic.
- Sharif is spiking garlic with BZ toxin? - No.
The contents of his stomach
showed that Major Maguire hadn't eaten anything,
much less garlic.
It appears that Sharif may have been testing
a topical method of exposure.
Like sunscreen or a body oil.
If that is the case,
then that would explain both the inflammation
and the garlic-odour by-product.
Of course, all this will require a specialised analysis from Abby
to determine that that is indeed the case.
I'm fairly certain that--
- Where'd they go? - I'm guessing Abby's lab.
I know Gibbs always gets his man,
but those two are unusually motivated to find Sharif.
DMSO.
Or as we professionals call it, dimethylsulfoxide.
It's an industrial-strength solvent that has a very interesting side effect.
It carries whatever it comes in contact with
directly into the blood stream.
Wow, gold star for the colonel.
So it looks like Sharif has mixed BZ with DMSO,
which means, all anyone has to do
is come in contact with a coated surface to be exposed.
The more BZ is in the mix, the faster it'll take effect.
Anywhere from ten minutes
- to 36 hours. - How many people?
The bad news, about a hundred thousand.
Oh, well, the good news better be really good.
Well, Sharif is gonna have some serious distribution problems.
If he were to go door-to-door, right?
There's only so many people he can get to before we get him.
He could do more damage with a shotgun.
[GUNSHOT]
[SCREAMING]
[CELL PHONE RINGING]
Are you gonna get that?
[PHONE BEEPS]
- Yeah, Gibbs. TONY: We've got a tape on Sharif.
We're on our way up. Got a lead on Sharif.
TONY: Guy's been a busy little banker.
He spent the last three days going from bank to bank.
Depositing or withdrawing?
Withdrawing. And all of it in singles.
ZIVA: Twelve transactions at 12 different banks.
McGEE:Which is why he was flagged. - Anti-laundering law used to say
any transaction over ten grand needs to be reported.
But those are 9,000 each.
Sharif must've known about the limit.
What he didn't know is that the Fed lowered the threshold
to five grand last month.
Since when do you know so much about anti-laundering laws, DiNozzo?
Well, you should read your memos more often then, boss.
Or not.
MANN: How much? - One hundred and eight thousand.
- A lot of singles. - About 108,000.
I have an inappropriate joke about strip clubs.
I'll save it for a less terrifying moment.
He's putting the BZ on the money.
By the time that changes hands within 36 hours--
A lot more than a hundred thousand will be at risk.
- DiNozzo. - I'll check casinos and racetracks.
Places to get rid of large amounts of cash quick.
Agent McGee, airports, train stations.
Wherever Sharif can hit large groups of people.
On it, boss. Colonel.
Ziva, coordinate roadblocks with local LEOs.
We'll have to issue a warning.
It's gonna wreak havoc on the economy.
Economy's not what I'm worried about.
He could be anywhere. We won't find him now.
- You're reneging on our deal? - Hah.
- McGee. - Yeah, boss?
What is this?
McGEE: It looks like the cash. - I can see that, McGee.
No, that. Right there. What is that?
- That. - Let me see this.
Looks like a GBP. It's a Game Box Portable.
Pest guy said Sharif was addicted to it.
- That a video game? - Actually,
it's a wireless, handheld game console.
Wireless? It's traceable?
If he's playing it and we know his online gamer ID, yeah.
We do.
- Abs? ABBY: Tony already called him on it.
Looks like while Sharif was waiting for Major Maguire to pop his cork,
he spent four hours at the bowling alley
playing an online video game called "Killer Kudsuckers."
- Got his handle? - Almost there.
Oh, look. It's "Agent Gibbs."
McGEE: Accessing the multiplayer registry.
He's online. He's been online over an hour.
- He's not in any rush. MANN: No, he's waiting.
- A plane or... - Train.
He's at the Amtrak station.
[TYRES SCREECHING]
McGEE: He's still online.
MANN: National Guard is sending in a response team with antidote.
If someone suggests waiting outside, I won't complain.
GIBBS: Ziva, lock the station down.
Nothing leaves.
TONY: Which way, McGee?
I don't know. He went off-line.
GIBBS: DiNozzo. - Yeah, boss?
MANN: Have security block all exits. TONY: I'm on it.
[PEOPLE CHATTERING]
- Keep the change. - Thank you, sir.
MAN [OVER P.A.]: Train Number 84, Philadelphia 32 Station,
is now boarding on Track 18.
[GUNSHOT]
McGEE: Boss, you all right?
NCIS.
WOMAN: Oh! GIBBS: Get down on the ground.
[PEOPLE SCREAMING]
GIBBS: Get the money.
McGEE: What about Sharif? GIBBS: I got him.
Don't touch the money. The money's been poisoned.
- Put it down. MANN: Don't touch the money.
[BREATHING HEAVILY]
GIBBS: It's over, Sharif.
[GRUNTS]
Something wrong, Agent Gibbs?
[GRUNTS]
GIBBS: What did you do?
[MOANING]
Those lovely hand tools.
Undetectable until it reaches your bloodstream.
A little early, but I'm not complaining.
[GRUNTS]
Their names were Cassandra, Dmitri and Bashira.
They were my family.
Until one of your country's smart bombs was not so smart.
Do you know what it's like to lose your family?
They say everyone you kill, you just make ten more like me.
But I think today, just one will be enough.
[GROANS]
[GUNSHOTS]
[BULLETS CLATTERING]
[GRUNTS]
Hang on, boss. National Guard's here.
- They got the antidote. - You're gonna be all right, boss.
--Which happened today.
Station officials have said certain areas will remain closed for further--
[CELL PHONE RINGS]
Hello?
I thought you were still recuperating.
Oh, I--
- Yeah, I'll buzz you in. - No, you don't need to.
[SIGHS]
Your door was unlocked.
Yeah, but my doorbell works.
Well, then I guess we're even.
So...
You feeling better?
Yeah, I'm sure feeling better than DiNozzo.
He was ready to kill himself
when he had to burn that hundred grand.
[CHUCKLES]
I came by to say thank you.
You're welcome.
Is that all you came for?
Well, it's a start.
[EXHALES]
Okay, before we do this, I just need to know one thing.
How'd you get that damn boat out of your basement?