( playing classical music )
We're running late. Let's get a move on, little lady.
There's someone at the front door, Mom.
( doorbell chimes )
( chuckling ): Show-off.
Let's go.
Mrs. Watson? Yes?
There's been an accident, ma'am.
Your husband-- he's been injured.
I'm to transport you
and your daughter to the hospital.
Good morning, Captain Watson.
Good morning, Shirley.
How'd the recital go last night?
Well, would it be wrong
for me to say that I'm the father
of the most talented little girl in the entire world?
It'd be wrong if you didn't.
Still on a diet, or should I
put cream in your coffee?
I ran ten miles yesterday.
Cream coming right up.
( electronically distorted ): Captain Watson. Who's that?
Before Shirley returns with your coffee,
know that we have your wife and daughter.
If you want to see them alive again,
you will do exactly as I say.
Captioning sponsored by PARAMOUNT TELEVISION
and CBS
( electronically distorted ): Look in your briefcase's back compartment.
Who are you?
Now, Captain Watson.
Plug it in and place it on top of your computer screen.
You will go about your day in the usual way.
Only you will not leave your office.
You will make no attempt to contact anyone.
Who are you?
What do you want?!
$2 million from the Special Operations fund.
Are you crazy?
I can't transfer $2 million.
The system won't allow me to.
You'll find a way, Captain.
Or would you rather I shoot them both right now?
Anyone? And I mean anyone know
when the air conditioner's getting fixed?!
Huh?! What about the name of the genius
who invented windows that don't open?
What, are we on a spaceship?
Ooh, have you been working out?
All summer long; thanks for finally noticing.
No, I mean right now,
'cause you're sweating like a pig,
and it's not very attractive.
( yelping )
Uh... morning, Agent Todd.
McGee... Yeah?
you have two seconds to tell me what you're doing down there.
I'm upgrading the computer network, and, uh...
Time's up. No, I wasn't looking, I swear.
Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow! Ow. Ow. Ah. Ah. Ow...
I wasn't looking. Ow.
Tony. Yes, sir?
Did I just see what I thought I saw?
Out of respect for my co-workers, boss,
I'd have to say yes, you did, and, uh, it's very disturbing.
I agree. Put your damn shirt back on.
This is a federal office building,
not a gym.
Damn, McGee,
why are you still here?
Uh, well, the contractors, they won't wire the network
until the air conditioning's fixed.
I-It's a union thing, so...
So, you decided it's more important
for an NCIS Special Agent to crawl around all day
by yourself?
Man asked you a question.
Well, no, I-I w-wanted it fixed before I returned to Norfolk.
Yeah?
You have any idea where thinking like this
is going to lead you?
Yeah, do you, McGee?
Promotion.
You need any help, you ask Tony here.
Looks like he could use a workout.
Uh, i-it's not that difficult.
Uh, so, I guess I could do it myself.
Good answer.
Don't let him intimidate you, McGee.
That's my job today.
( phone ringing )
Agent Todd.
I didn't look. Oh, no, I believe you.
I just have a little question that I want to ask you.
Is she a pantyhose or a thong girl?
'Cause I'm thinking thong.
( grunts )
We've got a problem, Gibbs.
Damn it, I hate this thing.
Crap!
There's a secretary from the Pentagon downstairs.
She claims that her boss is being held hostage...
by his computer.
See? There's a reason I didn't trust these things.
Here-- reboot that or something.
Send her up.
Reboot it?
Or you can do what we always do.
It's his third one this month.
When I brought him his coffee, I heard the computer
talking to him.
"You've got mail"?
No, it was this weird
electronic voice, and then it cut off
the second I entered the room.
Look, I know it sounds crazy,
but I can't tell you the rest until you promise
that you won't try to contact him.
Whatever you're afraid of, Miss Wilkes, we can handle it.
He slipped this in a stack of folders
and told me to take the rest of the day off.
TONY: Forget your glasses, boss?
"Office under electronic surveillance.
"Can't leave.
"Jill and Sandy kidnapped.
"Must transfer two mill to overseas account
"by 1800, or they die.
"Contact NCIS.
No one else."
Finally someone who appreciates us.
If anything should happen to them...
I mean, she's just a little girl,
Agent Gibbs.
The Watsons live in McLean.
There's no answer at home, and their daughter Sandy
didn't show up to school this morning.
It says here she's blind.
I can confirm he's the comptroller for JSOC.
Office is in the A-ring at the Pentagon.
I'm pulling up the schematic now.
KATE: "JSOC"?
Joint Special Operations Command.
They fund SMU-- stands for...
Special Military Units.
I worked with a few of them when I was Secret Service.
So, he could really transfer this kind of money overseas?
More, if he needs to.
Our bad guy would have to pass through
five security checkpoints to get to Watson's office.
Well, the Pentagon records all access.
There's 25,000 people working there, Kate.
By the time we're done downloading that list,
government's out $2 million.
Or Watson's family's dead.
Well, it has to be somebody on the inside.
The Pentagon is the most secure building in the world.
They could be using a Trojan.
She said that they were using his computer.
A Trojan would give them back door access.
Kiss your mother with that mouth, McGee?
No, Tony, a Trojan's a program.
It's like a virus.
It establishes a gateway to a computer
and allows a hacker to control the system.
Still doesn't explain
how it got into his machine.
Well, if they're good, they could have done it from anywhere.
Wouldn't even have to set foot not in the building.
How are they watching him, then?
Could be using a webcam.
Or they're lying.
Kate, take McGee and search
the Watsons' house.
DiNozzo, I want everything there is
on Watson and his family by the time I get back.
Where you going, boss?
To talk to Captain Watson.
Wait, Gibbs,
if they are watching him and you show up...
I'd better make sure they don't notice me.
That is not a good call.
Relax. You think Gibbs keeps that haircut
to save on shampoo?
MARINE STAFF SERGEANT: Morning, Gunny.
Morning, Staff Sergeant.
DISTORTED VOICE: Moving those dollars
around, Captain?
I'm trying.
The only way I can stay under the radar
is to not make a withdrawal that exceeds $10,000
from any single operational budget.
( knock at door )
What's that? Well, this is an office.
People are gonna be dropping by request forms all day long.
Not today. Send them away.
I keep doing that, they're gonna get suspicious.
Okay, but just don't forget what's at stake here, Captain.
I won't.
( whispers ): Bastard.
Enter.
Sorry to have missed the budget meeting yesterday, sir,
but you know how the colonel gets
when he's sick.
How's he doing, Gunny?
Better, sir, thank you.
Wanted me to check with you.
See if you need any extra help down here.
Tell him I appreciate it,
but we got things covered.
Roger that, sir.
Latest batch of requests for you.
Most immediate priorities on top.
This must be that daughter you're always talking about.
She is a beauty, sir.
She is that, Gunny.
She is that.
You change your mind, sir, all you have to do is call.
I have plenty of people willing to help you, sir.
I will, Gunny, thank you.
You have a nice day, sir.
He's gone.
He is right about one thing.
She is a little beauty.
( whimpering )
Who... who's there?
MAN: Shh.
( shrieks )
No signs of anyone observing the place.
Let's roll.
She either left in a hurry,
or was forced to.
What makes you think she just didn't leave it there?
Because she's a little girl, McGee.
They're not typically slobs.
Remind me to introduce you to my little sister.
What was that? Nothing, Agent Todd.
( doorbell ringing )
You still pushing
to be a full-time Field Agent?
Very much so.
Well, we need to get in.
Suggestions?
Uh, last time I encountered a situation like this,
Tony threw a rock through the window.
Yet another glaring difference between boys and girls.
Follow me.
DISTORTED VOICE: He was right about one thing.
She is a little beauty.
Okay, Gibbs, your mike is coming in loud and clear,
Who's that in the office with him,
the devil?!
Hey, hey, hey. You don't need to yell.
You know, considering no one in this room is actually deaf,
that's really annoying.
Hey, that was about me, wasn't it.
Patch in the video, Abs.
That's not a very flattering angle.
Yeah, well, it's the best I could do.
What can you tell me about the voice?
It sounds like this particle physicist I used to date.
He had these tiny little Chiclet-like teeth
and an Eiffel tower tattoo...
You want this Abby,
or not? Okay,
obviously, it's being disguised.
I think I can filter it back to its original state.
VOICE ( high-pitched ): She is a little beauty.
Yeah, okay, I'll get that uh, APB out
on the Lollipop Guild right away.
Patience, Tony.
VOICE ( slow, gravelly ): ...little beauty.
...a little beauty.
MAN: He was right about one thing.
Shea little beauty.
Pretty cool, huh?
Not bad. Thank you.
The next thing I want you to do
is hack into Watson's computer.
It's the only link we have to the kidnapper.
Gibbs, we are talking about the Pentagon here.
Even their encryptions have encryptions.
Yeah? That dirtbag sure managed it.
It probably took him months.
Our best bet is to ask the DOD
for access to their system.
First thing they'll do is disconnect the connection.
That happens,
we'll end up with two dead dependents.
I don't know if I can do it.
DiNozzo, get McGee on the hook.
No.
I'll get in.
Yeah?
Yeah.
I believe you.
Relax. When's the last time Gibbs was wrong?
Discounting the whole marriage thing, of course.
Okay... McGee, hold me steady.
( grunting ): All right.
Okay, more left.
No, no, my left, your right!
Oh, sorry.
McGee, what're you doing?
I'm doing what you're telling me to do.
Are your eyes closed?!
Yes! Well, then open them
before you kill us!
But this morning, you...
McGee, can't you tell when somebody's kidding with you?
I used to, and then I met you guys.
If you want to work with Gibbs,
then you're going to have to get over that.
Trust me, I know.
Eyes open, it is.
( groans )
DiNozzo.
I need a way to communicate with Captain Watson.
Communication part's solved, boss: Earwig radio receiver.
Used 'em all the time for undercover work back in Baltimore.
How do we get it in his ear?
Did I also mention there's one tiny flaw in my plan?
DiNozzo, I show back up there as a gunny,
this guy's gonna get suspicious.
Well, you think I could pass for a Marine?
I don't know.
Let's shave your head and find out.
( chuckling )
Actually, I was leaning more towards
the Merchant Marine kind of thing.
I've got a better idea. Don't eat that.
No, no, no, no.
No signs of forced entry or a struggle.
They could have been taken at gunpoint.
It's possible, but I don't think so.
Why is that?
Well, why go to the trouble
of locking the front door behind you?
Not bad, McGee.
Tony hasn't completely ruined you yet.
Their daughter must be quite the pianist.
Beautiful, too.
There's nothing here.
We're wasting our time.
Let's go.
Ah-ah! I use the door.
You lock it and go back out the window.
I get it. You're kidding, right?
( door shuts )
Whoa-ho...!
( branches crack ) ( groans )
DISTORTED VOICE: Five hours left, Captain. Ring the tote.
I've managed to isolate about 900,000.
I'd move faster if I was you.
( knocking )
You're learning.
You may answer.
Enter.
Hey, Cap'n.
Got your sweet and sour with extra pineapple.
Might want to change your order tomorrow.
Heard we're getting in some fresh duck.
I'll just stick with the usual.
All right.
$8.75 today.
How's the family doing?
Fine, and you?
Still having trouble communicating with the girlfriend.
I talk, she doesn't listen.
What are you gonna do?
( clears throat )
Oh, yeah, sure. For you.
Thanks, Captain.
See ya tomorrow.
Freeze!
Open your lunch.
Show it to the camera.
Now!
( laughing ): Enjoy.
Delivery complete.
That's good work, Tony.
Thanks, boss. That means a lot.
NCIS doesn't work out,
I hear General Wei's Chinese Restaurant is hiring.
Abs.
Get the captain up on the feed.
All right.
You're in.
This is Special Agent Gibbs, NCIS.
If you can hear me, cough once, Captain.
( coughs )
We are changing the game plan, Skipper.
When he contacts you again,
tell him you want a good faith gesture on his part.
Tell him that you want your daughter returned now.
Tell him if you don't get her back,
you're going to take your chance with the FBI.
He'll try to intimidate you,
but we have to call his bluff.
Rub your brow if you have the courage to go this route.
You are not alone, Captain.
We're going to get through this together.
I will be in touch.
Okay, I want these feeds hard-wired into MTAC.
Done.
We inside his computer yet?
Oh, um...
I, I think um... Need help?
( sighs ): Yeah.
All you had to do was ask.
One of the smartest people I know told me that once.
Who?
You.
KATE: The car was still in the driveway.
No signs of a struggle inside.
I think they may have known their kidnapper.
Or been duped.
Well, looks like you and Tony have been making some progress.
Not enough.
DISTORTED VOICE: Time for an update, Captain.
WATSON: I'm doing my best.
Just make your deadline.
McGee, help Abby get into Watson's computer.
Hey, come on, let's go.
A little short on deodorant today, Tony?
( wry laugh )
WATSON: I've isolated nearly 1.3 million,
now I want a gesture of good faith from you.
What kind of gesture, Captain?
I want you to release my daughter-- immediately.
Not gonna happen.
Why, because they're already dead?!
How do I know that's not just a tape?
You listen to me.
You let Sandy go, right now, or it's over.
I'm going to the FBI.
You'd never forgive yourself, you know.
GIBBS ( over earpiece ): This is the hard part, Captain.
Don't back down.
Tell him you want to talk to your daughter.
I want to speak to her.
Right now!
Plays the piano.
Gifted, I hear.
You don't need eyes to play the piano,
but you sure as hell need ears.
( screams )
Sandy!
One little tap. Monaural.
Then the other ear-- pow.
Total silence and darkness forever.
We can't risk that.
He's bluffing.
Stand your ground.
Tell him if he does that,
he'll never see a penny.
Gibbs!
Let her go unharmed,
or I swear, you'll never see a dime.
You know, I never was any good at taking orders, Captain.
( whispering ): I screwed up.
I screwed it all up.
It's only been 40 minutes, Captain.
He will contact you soon.
Until then,
you have to stay strong.
It's our best chance of getting your family back.
You got something to say?
We're taking a really big risk here, Gibbs.
Yeah, Kate?
What happens to the little girl and her mother,
once this dirtbag gets the money?
What, you think he'll kill them?
You're the profiler, you tell me.
( phone ringing )
DISTORTED VOICE: Answer your phone, Captain.
Where is she?
Where's my daughter?!
I said answer the phone, Captain.
Yes?
SANDY: Daddy?!
Sandy.
Sweetheart.
Where are you?!
SANDY: I don't know.
He let me go, but he said, he said...
he'll kill Mom if I tell anyone what happened.
Tell me where she is.
DISTORTED VOICE: Lorton Amtrak station.
You got your good faith gesture,
now get back to work.
My people are on the way, Captain.
Tell her to stay where she is. Go get her.
WATSON: Sandy, sweetheart,
just stay right there.
( voice breaking ): Don't... Don't go anywhere.
And Daddy...
Daddy will be there to get you in just a little while.
Hang up the phone, now, Captain.
And believe me when I say,
your wife's life depends on it.
I have to hang up now, baby.
Listen, I want you to be brave for me, okay?
This will be over before you know it.
Daddy! Help me, Da...
( crying ): God, forgive me.
Daddy?
( sniffles )
Daddy?!
( sobbing )
MAN ( over P.A. ): Baggage handler to vehicle check-in.
Any available baggage handler...
( horn blaring )
( beeping )
Face it, McGee--
we are doomed.
( sighs )
Okay, we can try random password gener... Did it.
How about an open port scan...? I've done it.
Oh, there's an undocumented hole in the latest I... Tried it.
Gibbs can't honestly expect us
to hack into the Pentagon in a single afternoon.
Yeah.
Oh, you're right, we are doomed.
( both sigh )
We have to call DOD
and hope they'll let us in
without severing the connection.
Unless...
What if the Trojan isn't system-wide?
If it was, our bad guy...
...could just steal the money himself.
He wouldn't need...
...Watson to do it for him.
That means that he can't access the rest of the network.
We've been trying to hack the wrong place.
Yeah.
All right.
Scanning for open UDP and TCP
connections on the JSOC VPN.
( beeping ) Yes, yes.
We got multiple incoming packets--
ports 139 and 445.
Looks like a variant of the Doomsday Trojan.
I love it when you
talk Geek. I love it
that you love it.
GIBBS: I'll make sure
to mention that to Captain Watson.
Right after we're done burying his family.
I would hold off on those funeral arrangements, Gibbs.
The reason we're so excited...
...is we just hacked Captain Watson's computer...
...and we should be able to back-trace the connection...
( electronic crackling ) No!
( beeping, static ) No, no...
no...
No! No!
( screams )
( crackling, beeping stops )
My baby just French-fried.
System's overheated.
So, reboot it.
Believe it or not, Gibbs,
not all computer problems can be solved by rebooting.
Works for me.
Even if it does, it's gonna take at least an hour for mine to cool down.
And without air conditioning, it'll happen again.
So take it someplace cooler.
Where?
This whole building is
like a illegal sweatshop.
Not the whole building, Abs.
DUCKY: May I trouble you
for the left ear, Mr. Palmer?
Uh, one left ear coming right up.
When is the DNA analysis coming back
on the right toe grouping?
Oh, should be ten, 12, uh... days.
Oh, that's interesting.
What's that, Doctor?
Oh, dear.
It's not the left ear?
It's the left...
It's just not the right left...
( laughs )
...so to speak.
Well, that would mean that, uh...
Three bodies.
Time to start another table.
Hey, Ducky, my computer died.
We need someplace
cooler to set up shop.
Yeah, well, we're a bit tight
on space at the moment,
but, uh, you could use
107...
( gasps )
DUCKY: Definitely not 107.
His family was supposed to make arrangements
to pick him up last week.
Uh, there we are.
( grunts )
How is that?
Perfect. Thank you.
DUCKY: Fascinating, isn't it?
Parts of three separate bodies
carved up with almost surgical precision.
Why?
I haven't a clue.
Now, we found them
in a 55-gallon drum of alcohol
behind Bethesda Naval Hospital last month.
McGee? Yeah.
We're kind of running short on time.
Oh, can I give you a hand?
No.
( stammering ): I'm all right.
KATE: When I'm a mother,
I'm never letting my kids out of my sight.
Yeah? How do you plan on doing that?
GPS locator strapped to the ankle,
audio and video surveillance built into their clothes.
No, I mean the part about becoming a mother.
( wry laugh ): Funny.
The area looks clear to me.
Me, too. Let's go get that kid.
( crying )
( crying continues )
Sandy?
My name's Kate.
And I'm Tony.
We're NCIS agents.
That stands for...
I know what it stands for.
They spoke at my school.
Well, then you know that we're here to help you.
Your daddy sent us.
We know what happened to you and your mom,
but you're safe now, okay?
I heard him.
Heard who, honey?
He didn't know it, but I heard him.
( sniffles )
He told my mom
he... he...
...he's going to make my dad suffer.
What the hell is it?
It's probably just some
leftover bodily fluid.
Oh, is that all?
Yeah.
Disgusting.
DUCKY: If you want to be
a full-time field agent,
Timothy, you're gonna have
to get used to sights like that.
( sighs )
This a common occurrence, Ducky--
dismembered bodies in barrels of alcohol?
Well, now that you mention it,
I did have a great uncle who drowned
in a vat of alcohol.
Oh, I'm sorry to hear that.
Of course, he reportedly climbed out three times
to go to the bathroom.
Hey.
What's the holdup?
ABBY: We are almost set here.
McGee, if I were you,
I would spend more time working, and less time cleaning.
Yes.
Yes. Sorry, boss.
Duck, got a patient upstairs for you.
There you go.
Feel better now?
Yes.
Thank you.
You've been a very brave patient,
so I think you deserve a surprise.
A Hershey bar?
Yes.
Are you sure you're blind?
I can smell it.
Ah.
I'll be right back, Sandy.
I need a few moments to talk to my friends.
TONY: It took him 45 minutes to drop her off.
You figure 22 minutes out, same back.
Leaves a 15-mile radius where he could be located.
Hundreds of square miles and what?
We have two hours left.
We also pulled tapes from the train station.
Might catch a shot of him dropping the kid off.
Gibbs, it's, like, 100 degrees in here.
How can you drink that stuff?
Keeps me cool.
How's she doing, Duck?
Remarkably well, considering the circumstances.
What does she remember?
Unfortunately, everything.
Except for where she was.
Maybe you haven't asked
the right questions.
Well, she's eight and blind, Ducky.
I mean, it's not a great help in a situation like...
( whispers ): Sandy, are you thirsty?
A little bit.
Can I have some water?
( computer beeping )
McGEE: Okay.
I'm back in.
Initiating a back-trace from Watson's computer.
How you doing with Bad Guy's onboard encryption?
It's commercial grade, so consider it cracked
right... now.
( beep and static )
Yes, Team McGee does it again.
Why Team McGee?
No offense. I am the Special Agent.
Yeah.
Must have switched off the audio.
Team Abby. I'm the smart one.
( muffled groaning )
( sobbing )
You want to scream, scream.
No one will hear you.
( crying continues )
GIBBS: Sandy, this is really important.
Can you tell us anything about the car you were driven in?
Well, it was a van,
and there were no windows in back.
How could you tell?
Because I couldn't feel the sun on my face.
What about the place
he was keeping you and your mom--
anything unusual about it?
( sniffs )
I don't know.
I was real scared, and...
and I could
hear him talking to my mom,
and she was crying, and...
( phone rings )
...and he kept on pulling my hair.
KATE: It's okay, Sandy.
Just tell us what you remember.
Yeah. Gibbs.
( Abby speaks indistinctly over phone )
Right. We're on our way.
Sandy, I want you to stay here
with Dr. Mallard.
We have to check...
I heard.
You can see my mom on your computer now.
( sniffles )
I hear lots of things other kids can't.
Can I help you?
( music plays over headphones, Jill sobs over speaker )
( sobbing )
Your husband has less than two hours
to make my deadline.
I'm engaging the audio filters now.
There'll be a slight delay with picture.
( sobbing continues )
( normal voice ): But what he doesn't know...
is that if he makes it or not,
you're never going home.
( shuddering )
MAN: Time's running out, Captain.
Look, I've been able to isolate 1.8 million.
If I send it now, will you release my wife?
( distorted ): How about I send you back 1.8 of your wife?
You want me to keep an arm or a leg?
Captain, we need more time.
You have to stall him.
It's getting harder
to find open accounts.
You're gonna have to give me more time.
MAN ( distorted ): You have 90 minutes.
Make it, your wife lives, don't, she dies.
It's your call, Captain.
Negotiate, Captain.
Tell him you need at least three more hours.
I repeat, tell him you need another three hours.
I'll meet your deadline.
Ah, damn!
Good news, boss.
( breathless ): I found a shot...
of our bad guy's vehicle on the train station tapes.
The little girl was right:
It's a white van with no windows. You run the plates?
Came back stolen.
And this helps me because, DiNozzo?
I also I.D.'d our dirtbag.
I pulled his prints from
Sandy's, uh, hair thingies.
Berets.
Right. He's a former petty officer.
Name's Kyle Grayson.
Did six years in Leavenworth
for embezzling government funds.
And Captain Watson was responsible
for putting him there.
Good job.
We're going to play some sounds
from the room that you were in, Sandy.
We think it might help you remember better.
Can you just play certain hertz, if I want you to?
Sure. How'd you know that?
From the piano.
I know the number of vibrations of every key.
Like key number 44-- E-four:
That's three hundred
and 29.63 hertz.
A-five is 880.
My mom says I'm half bat.
Well, that's cool. I love bats.
Me, too.
I like your voice, Abby.
It's kind of gravelly.
Thank you.
All right, you ready to show off for us?
( computer beeps once )
GRAYSON: Lorton Amtrak station.
You got your good faith gesture. Now get back to work.
There's birds, up kind of high.
Try a G-seven,
the 83rd key.
That's 3,136 hertz.
( Grayson's voice in background, singing birds predominate )
That is amazing, Sandy.
I'll be right back.
Gibbs, she's incredible.
You got to see her... I want her listening to the live feed.
Gibbs, she's been traumatized enough.
Yeah? How about growing up without a mother... Kate?
Hey, Sandy, I need you to...
Listen to the live feed.
I want to help
my mom, Agent Gibbs.
I can take it.
GIBBS: Here.
What's this?
Your very own NCIS badge.
You ready? Yes.
McGee...
bring the live feed up on the speakers.
Sandy, we need to know anything you can tell us
about where he is keeping your mom.
GRAYSON: When I took this job,
I was instructed not to hurt you or the little princess,
but your husband... cost me six years.
JILL ( panting ): Who hired you?
GRAYSON: I don't really care.
The point is, I've decided your husband has to pay for that.
JILL ( crying ): Why?
GRAYSON: No more questions.
( slap ) ( Jill cries out )
Keep asking questions,
and you're gonna change my mind about hurting her...
Go in the area of A-7.
I need 4,000 hertz.
Bring it two keys down. I mean, 3,800.
( clacking, rumbling ) Sounds like a train.
SANDY: It's getting closer.
It's passing right... now.
1706.
What time's the next train scheduled to arrive in Lorton?
I'm on it, boss.
Can you remember anything else about the train sounds?
We drove over a lot of tracks.
My mom... she...
she squeezed my hand every time.
How many times?
I don't know. A lot.
( Jill cries out )
What is he doing to her?
Why is she crying?
You did great, Sandy.
Are you going to save
my mom now? Oh, yeah, you can count on that.
Let's roll.
Hey.
The only train in the area is an Amtrak.
It left DC at... 1620
and arrived Lorton 1730.
Average speed of 65 miles an hour.
Now, we know it passed our dirtbag at 1706, right?
So...
Damn it!
I owe Mrs. Powers an apology.
Who?
My tenth grade math teacher.
I told her I'd never be able to use
anything she taught us in real life.
It's here, seven miles outside
of Lorton.
There's an abandoned
train maintenance yard about a half-mile north.
That's the place.
McGee...
you need to tell Watson
to delay sending the money.
Well, how?
Any way you can.
Come on, let's go.
Now.
DISTORTED VOICE: Five minutes left.
Tell me you have the two million, Captain.
I have it.
DISTORTED VOICE: Stand by to copy the ISP and routing number.
ISP is CS.CN.ACN.
Read it back to me.
CS.CN.ACN.
Beijing?
DISTORTED VOICE: Very good, Captain.
( tires screeching )
McGee, talk to me.
Okay, he's giving Watson
the wire transfer code.
Do you have a visual yet?
GIBBS: Negative.
Tell the captain he has to stall
for more time.
Captain Watson, you have to buy us
a few more minutes-- I repeat,
you have to buy us a few more minutes.
He's not listening to me.
Tell him the second he transfers that money,
his wife is dead.
Captain Watson,
your wife is going to be mur...
( feedback blaring ) Ow! Okay, Gibbs,
he took out the earwig.
I got nothing, boss.
DISTORTED VOICE: The routing number is A121...
3669...
B1.
Read that back to me.
A1213669B1.
DISTORTED VOICE: That's correct.
Now make me rich.
And I have your word you're going to release my wife?
DISTORTED VOICE: Yes, my word.
( Jill shrieking )
Now send it.
He's sending the money to Asia.
If I can tag his transmission with a marker,
we might be able to follow it.
Gibbs, he sent it-- I... I think he's going to shoot her.
What do I do?
Something, McGee.
Anything.
( whimpers )
McGEE: This is the FBI, Grayson.
We have you surrounded.
Come out with your hands in the air.
What the hell?
You didn't really think
you'd get away with this...
( gunfire )
You two, inside.
I'll cut him off. We take him alive.
Come on, let's go.
Come on!
Go.
( whimpering )
Clear.
Move!
Go!
Come on!
You come any closer, and I'll shoot her!
Come out where I can see you!
Now!
( whispering ): Just like in Colombia.
You're not getting out of here, Grayson.
It's over.
I know the FBI's SOP.
I want a cell phone and negotiator now!
We're not the FBI, dirtbag.
Drop the weapon.
( crying )
Everything's going to be all right now, sweetheart.
Everything.
Kind of makes you think.
About what?
Having kids someday.
Yeah.
I don't think I could handle that.
Don't know how we can ever thank you, Agent Gibbs.
We owe you so much.
Thank Special Agent Watson here.
We couldn't have done without her.
Thanks.
We did good today, Gibbs.
Did we, Special Agent Todd?
Grayson doesn't have the smarts
to be in this alone.
We still have to find out who hired him.
Not going to get it from Grayson.
Why not?
Get him to roll for a deal.
I don't deal.
He doesn't deal?
Not when Grayson doesn't know who hired him.
McGEE: This guy's good.
We lost the money for a little while in Hong Kong.
But McGee's bots picked it up again
on the transfer to Zurich.
And with Abby's encryption algorithm
imbedded in the transaction, it's just... Okay, look, j-just for a sec,
just pretend that I don't know anything about computers.
Pretend?
Can we get this guy or not?
Well, we've been following the money for the last eight hours,
and if it transfers into a country
where we have juris...
Wait.
I don't believe this.
What?
McGEE: It's headed back here.
Washington, DC.
Captain Watson...
Agent Gibbs.
This is not what you think.
You're right. It wasn't.
You did this to your own family?
No, nobody was supposed to get hurt.
That tight enough for you, Captain?
I can't believe this is happening.
The perfect plan.
Even Grayson didn't know who hired him.
How the hell'd you figure this out?
KATE: Next time...
you might want to send your note to the FBI.
Look, you got to understand... I needed
the money because...
( grunting )
Don't you dare
tell me that there's a reason
for you throwing away what you had.
Your network is up and operational now, so, uh,
be heading back to Norfolk.
I'll take that as a thank you.
McGee,
where you going?
Uh, Norfolk.
Well, I got some good news and some bad news for you.
You've just been promoted...
to a full-time field agent.
McGEE: Really?
That's incredible. Wha-What's...?
You belong to me now.
Congratulations.
Yeah... what she said.
Wait, so...
I-I'm one of you guys now, right?
Uh, no more... no more
getting coffee, no more hazing?
KATE & TONY: Sure.
McGEE: Right.
Uh, well, I just want to say, uh,
I never took it personal, and I-I really look forward to...
You know, I could
really get used to that.
( laughing ) ( fan whirs )
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