Previously on "NCIS..."
- Update.
- Same signatures, days apart.
You sure it's my Jen?
Here's our guy in
Georgetown just an hour ago.
Name's Alden Parker,
Federal Bureau of Investigation.
And I hope that your team
didn't blow my cover.
Gibbs stays in the loop,
- Agent Parker.
- Put it down.
- Gonna k*ll me twice?
- No more fake names,
Paul LeMere, thanks to your
very real passport.
I'm just so relieved
they caught the guy.
Every time LeMere k*lled
one of his victims,
someone sent him a cool K.
So he wasn't k*lling for sport,
he was k*lling for money.
- Guy's not a serial k*ller.
- He's a contract k*ller.
- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!
- Whoa, whoa, whoa!
- Kasie!
- Back off!
BP's dropping. He's losing blood fast.
I'll need , cc's of plasma.
- We got to stop this leak.
- Pupils are dilated.
- He's going into shock.
- Gonna need a transfusion here!
- Nurse, excuse me.
- You shouldn't be here.
That's my suspect.
I need to know how he's doing.
Gibbs.
Come to finish the job?
- Where is he?
- Dead, or will be.
And now we're never gonna
find out who was paying him.
He's not gonna die.
How do you know that?
You pick up a medical degree
on your way here?
It wasn't a k*ll sh*t.
And it wasn't your call to make.
The guy had a Kn*fe to Kasie's throat.
And you had a trained
hostage negotiator standing
right there... Agent Knight
could've bought us some time.
- I'm not gonna take that chance.
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.
And I'm sure the review board will agree
that it was a clean sh*t.
I'm just telling you
it wasn't a smart move.
Our only lead is gonna die.
Not gonna die.
Get your head out of the sand.
Okay? You screwed up.
You played mister tough-guy vigilante
and you screwed up, okay?
What you did was reckless and dangerous.
Sorry to interrupt.
We managed to stop the bleeding
and stabilize Mr. LeMere.
He's going to live.
Live?
The b*llet only nicked
his subclavian artery.
Quite lucky, actually.
One millimeter higher,
and he would've d*ed for sure.
Nice sh**ting.
Well, glad you could join us.
Welcome.
Don't gloat.
No gloating here. Not gloating.
Mm-hmm. I'm only moving
because my desk is covered in blood.
Not because you want me to.
No, no, of course, of course.
Of course.
How's your head?
It's better than my pride.
Can't believe I didn't see that coming.
Well, LeMere went full Hulk on us.
I mean, no one saw that coming.
Well, he got the jump on me.
I got jumped.
Happens to the best of us, you know?
I've been jumped a few times myself.
Wow, a few times?
It's never happened to me.
So what's wrong with you
that it keeps happening to you?
Yeah, funny.
Uh-uh.
Oh, hey, McGee.
Hey, morning. Ooh, nice desk.
Yeah, I liked it better
when she was over there.
Uh, any updates on LeMere's condition?
Yeah, I spoke to the hospital.
He's, uh, conscious,
and expected to make a full recovery.
The doctors are gonna let us
know when we can talk to him.
Where's Gibbs?
He's at the cemetery
where we picked up LeMere.
Looking to see if there's
anything we might've missed.
Yeah, makes sense.
A lot of questions in this case.
Yeah, let's see if we can answer some.
What do we know?
Paul LeMere is not a serial k*ller...
He was a contract k*ller paid to k*ll
these seven people.
- Who paid him?
- We don't know yet.
Kasie's still tracing the payments
that we found in his thumb drive.
Okay, so if LeMere was paid,
then the victims...
Were being targeted.
Still can't find any connections
between them.
We've combed the files, histories.
Nothing links them.
The link's got to be
whoever hired LeMere.
We figure that out, we cr*ck the case.
Well, then let's hope
that Kasie works her magic.
- Mm...
- Jimmy.
Ah, your blood pressure's
still a little high.
Uh, your pulse is fine.
But let me check your pupils again.
Hey, hey, hey. I need to work.
Kasie, you were taken hostage,
all right?
- LeMere had a Kn*fe...
- Letter opener.
A letter opener to
your throat, all right?
It was a traumatic situation.
You could still be suffering
from-from shock, from PTSD...
Or from you annoying me.
Okay, I have told you a thousand times,
I will be fine.
I have been through worse.
We have been through worse.
The diner two years ago? Oof.
Well, yeah, but we worked through that.
Uh, I don't know.
- That was pretty traumatic.
- I mean,
yes, we were taken hostage,
and, sure, one of them
d*ed, and then they
forced me to cut open
his stomach and retrieve
diamonds... from his intestines,
but, uh. I... Is it-is it hot in here?
No, I'm gonna, I'm gonna sit down.
- Yeah.
- Mm-hmm.
Hey, Kase, Jimmy.
What's going on with him?
Uh, he's working through some things.
Oh. Any luck tracing LeMere's payments?
Whoever paid LeMere knew
how to cover their tracks.
We know he was paid through
a shell company, Navis Ventures.
But whenever I try to trace
the money, it just leads
to another shell company.
I've had multiple computers
working on this,
and I still can't found the source.
This could take days or weeks or...
Why does that happen every time
I say something like that?
Hmm, let me guess...
Another bogus shell company?
Uh, that depends on how you feel
about the U.S. government.
LeMere was paid by the Pentagon?
Yeah.
Thanks for seeing us, Lieutenant Falco.
Of course. Uh, please, have a seat.
Uh, excuse the mess.
You can just throw those anywhere. So...
what can I do for you?
So you are the, uh, senior accountant
- to the defense finance?
- And accounting services.
Why?
We're investigating
a payment to a suspect
that came from this department.
Wait, wait, wait.
So you're not here about the audit?
Audit?
Oh, thank God.
Thank God.
Oh, you really had me going there.
The DoD is being audited again
for some discrepancies in their books.
Well, $ trillion worth.
That's a lot of discrepancies.
I have been k*lling myself for weeks
trying to balance these books.
I haven't slept, I haven't seen my kids.
It's been a nightmare.
I hear that NCIS runs
a pretty tight ship.
Financially speaking.
Y-You know if they're
hiring at all or...
You know, never mind.
So, this payment... you said
it came from this department?
That's right, but, uh,
we don't know who authorized it.
Well, my office is just
a pass-through, basically.
We process thousands of payments
a week from every department
in the m*llitary. Uh, can
I see the account number?
Says here the money originated from one
of our contractor accounts,
Sonova Industries.
The DoD uses
their data-imaging machines.
So our suspect wasn't
actually paid by the Pentagon.
- He was paid by Sonova.
- Mm-hmm.
Can you tell us who
from over there authorized it?
Huh, that's weird.
There's no authorizing name here.
It could be just a glitch.
Or...
Or what?
Or maybe someone at Sonova
is trying to hide something.
We're gonna need
a copy of those files, please.
Sure.
How you feeling, LeMere?
Ready for another chat?
Round two?
Who hired you?
I don't know what you're talking about.
We found your offshore account.
But you already know that, don't you?
That's why you ran?
I just felt like stretching my legs.
Who are you protecting?
Can we wrap this up?
I got a sponge bath coming up
I really don't want to miss.
You know, for a guy who got caught,
you're coming across very cocky.
You didn't catch me.
Um, I think we did.
- Agent McGee?
- Yeah, I seem to remember
- taking you down at the cemetery.
- No, that's because
someone ratted me out.
That phone call at my apartment?
That was someone pretending to be me.
So, like, a hitman impersonator?
They wanted NCIS on my tail.
I was set up.
Okay, and who set you up?
Seriously, who set you up?
Give us a name.
Listen, Paul... Can I call you Paul?
Don't answer. I'm gonna do it anyway.
Paul, we got you cold
for seven murders. That's a fact.
You're going down.
The only question left
is whether or not you get
the chair. If you cooperate
and give up your employer,
the FBI will make sure
that you live out
the rest of your days in prison.
Now that's the best deal
you're gonna get.
There's another body.
That you haven't found yet.
It's in upstate New York.
I'll take you to it.
And why would we do that?
Because it's the first victim.
It'll explain everything.
Who hired me.
Why. All of it.
You could save us all a lot of trouble
and just tell us?
No.
You want answers?
That's the only way
you're gonna get 'em.
I'll take you to the body.
On one condition.
He wants Gibbs?
LeMere specifically
requested that Agent Gibbs
escort him to the body.
Why?
Didn't say.
You told him no, right?
Leon, why are we humoring this guy?
Might not even be a body.
Actually, Kasie discovered
another $ , payment hidden
in LeMere's account,
dated days before the first body
we have on file.
So it's legit?
There's another victim.
Looks like this is the first.
Doesn't feel right.
Yeah, I agree.
LeMere could try to escape again.
Or worse, he could try
to k*ll you again.
Finish what he started.
Frankly, after what
he did to Gibbs's boat,
I'd be more afraid
of what Gibbs would do to him.
I can't have a suspended agent
escort a suspect alone.
The FBI would never let me
hear the end of it.
Director, we don't have
a lot of options here.
If we're gonna get LeMere to talk...
What-what about following the money?
Are we any closer to learning
who's behind the payments?
We're still digging, but we
could be digging a long time.
This is your call, Leon.
I didn't expect your director to
approve this little field trip.
Let alone make us partners.
Oh, no.
- We're not partners.
- No.
But we're gonna be breathing
the same air for six hours.
So maybe we should smoke a
peace pipe or something first.
You can smoke whatever you want.
I'm driving.
All right,
so I just spoke with LeMere's doctor,
and, technically, he hasn't
been discharged yet, so you two
are gonna be responsible
for his medical care.
Now, he needs
his blood pressure medication
every three hours,
his antibiotics every six.
Make sure he stays hydrated.
Don't let him in the sun too much.
Geez, Palmer, we're not
taking him to summer camp.
I'll take care of it.
Agent Gibbs.
Glad you could make it.
Really looking forward
to spending some time together.
All right, let's get
this show on the road.
I asked for Gibbs.
I didn't say anything about a FBI.
Next time be more specific.
Did a full cavity search.
LeMere's clean.
You got a radio in the car.
And local authorities have been
notified about the trip.
Listen, boss, if you want a g*n...
you know...
Good luck, boss.
Whoa! Go slower.
I really hope
they don't k*ll each other.
Who, Gibbs and LeMere?
Gibbs and Agent Parker?
Take your pick.
Where is LeMere taking Gibbs?
I have a bad feeling about this trip.
Yeah, me too.
I hate road trips.
I dig 'em.
Dig what? Bad junk food?
Looking for a place to pee? The worst.
The journey's the destination, baby.
Mm, pretty sure the
destination's the destination.
Hey.
Anyone hear from Gibbs yet?
Not yet.
I wish there was a way
we could help him.
Well, there is.
We find out who hired LeMere.
Any luck tracking the payment
through Sonova yet?
That's not gonna be easy.
All right, let's run it down.
Sonova is a huge conglomerate
with divisions worldwide.
They started off in mining,
supplying raw materials
to manufacturers.
Soon they became so big,
they ended up just buying
the manufacturers themselves.
They make everything from, uh,
jet fuel to petroleum jelly.
I mean, they have all those TV spots
that play all the time, uh...
♪ Sonova making your world brighter. ♪
- Yes. No, I know.
- Yeah, it's so annoying.
It's the most annoying
jingle I've ever heard.
Okay.
Sonova's main headquarters
are in Virginia,
run by Sonia Eberhart.
She is known as a tough CEO.
Very guarded.
So getting to those accounting
files is gonna be difficult.
I mean, we could walk through
the front door with a warrant,
but that might tip them off.
So maybe we use the back door.
Looked into it.
Sonova uses focus groups
for their products.
Just so happens they have
one scheduled for today.
So maybe one of us gets in there
as part of the group,
peels off to the server room,
download the files that are needed.
That sounds like an undercover job.
I'm in. Put me in, Coach.
What? Why you?
What about me? I-I can handle myself.
Uh, I'm sorry.
It's kind of awkward, but, uh,
I'm kind of the undercover guy,
so, kind of my thing.
Yeah, this-this product
really isn't for you, Nick.
Welcome, ladies,
to the focus group for Sonova's
newest product...
Beauty Fresh women's deodorant.
You know what, can I just say...
For the record, I know
a lot about deodorant, okay?
...focus groups and...
So where are you taking us, Paul?
Come on, you got what you wanted.
No harm in giving us a sneak preview.
Told you. It's in upstate.
New York, yeah.
But is it the victim's house?
Some place where you
dumped the body? What?
I don't want to ruin the surprise.
So this first victim.
Who is she? Why is she so important?
Nice try. Never said it was a she.
The others were just names on a list.
People I was told to k*ll.
But this one was...
...significant.
Significant how?
You'll see, you'll see.
You don't like me very much,
do you, Agent Gibbs?
No, I don't.
Is it because of what
I did to your boat?
I can tell it meant a lot to you.
It was a beauty. It's a real shame.
Must've hurt.
Watching it burn.
Not as much as getting one
of my b*ll*ts in your chest.
So, um, this first victim.
Are you saying that
you didn't k*ll them for money?
Was it more personal, then?
Come on, Paul.
I'm just trying to learn more about you.
You want to know more?
Why don't you ask Leroy here?
If I had to use a word...
refreshing, I guess?
Refreshing.
Nice word, Alexis.
I like that.
- Anyone else?
- It smells like...
I don't know, jasmine?
Score one for Patty.
Yes.
k*ll me now. When can I get out of here?
Hey, you wanted to go undercover.
All right, Jess, the server room
is two floors above you
located at the end of the hall.
It's most probably locked, so you're
gonna need an employee access card.
- Copy.
- Okay.
Before we move on to our next deodorant,
does anyone have
anything else they'd like
to say about Jasmine Dew?
Oh, uh... Jessica.
What would you like to say?
Just that I think your deodorant
is sexist.
And... kind of sucks.
Oh.
Okay. It's all good.
We love feedback here.
Jessica, uh, can I ask
why you think that?
Well, for starters,
why is it that
all of your women's deodorants
smell like flowers?
I mean, what if I don't want
to smell like a flower?
What if I don't want
to smell like anything?
- Mm-hmm.
- I mean, men's deodorants
have neutral scents.
- Uh-huh.
- So why is it that
we have to smell like a frickin' garden?
- Yeah.
- That's true.
She's blowing it. I'm going in.
Wait, give her a second,
give her a second.
Uh, I think we're just gonna
go ahead move on to our next
- deodorant.
- Uh, no, no, no.
Let's move on to the price.
- Oh.
- Okay.
How much do your deodorants cost?
- Uh, about five dollars, I think?
- Oh.
So, basically a dollar more
than a deodorant for a man.
- There it is.
- So why is it that I
have to pay more for essentially
the same product?
She's right.
My husband's deodorant
- only costs four dollars.
- Yep, mine too.
Okay, so I don't know about you, ladies,
but I'm think that Sonova
is hitting us with a
pink tax.
- Ooh!
- That's so messed up!
- You've got some nerve.
- No, that's...
I assure you, that's not
what we're doing...
You see, our products
are made from materials
which cost money.
Are you mansplaining?
- What?
- Thank you, thank you.
No, I-I...
You ladies don't understand.
Oh. Because we're not as smart
as you are?
Wait... Me too, honey.
- All right, I'm out of here.
- I'm out.
No, please, ladies.
There's been a misunderstanding.
Uh, Sonova's not sexist.
I'm not sexist. I have two daughters.
Do you know how hard it is to be
a woman? I'm just wondering.
Do you know that we have
to pay for makeup, bras...
Got the card,
heading to the server room now.
Okay, she's good.
- That was pretty sweet.
- Mm.
Stay on this road, for another miles.
Beautiful country out here.
God's country.
Quiet, peaceful.
I always thought so.
Oh, yeah? You grow up around here?
I've spent some time.
Must've been nice.
Was that before or after
you were in the Navy?
We read your file.
What little wasn't scrubbed.
You did a good job covering your tracks.
We know you were a SEAL till ,
but not much more than that.
That was the point.
Come on, Paul, work with me.
We've already established
that you grew up around here.
Just give me something.
I was raised in a small town.
Dad was in the service. I enlisted
right out of school.
Did some tours.
I saw some action.
Why were you discharged?
'Cause I lost someone close to me.
I had problems dealing with the pain.
Family member? Wife?
Mm.
After the Navy, then what?
Eh, took some odd jobs.
Nothing stuck.
Till a friend of mine turned me on
to a job on the force.
You were a cop?
Yeah. Kept busy.
But that pain...
that pain wouldn't go away.
I tried to lose myself in the job.
When that didn't work,
I tried the bottle...
Ah, can't you see what he's doing?
What?
These aren't his stories he's telling.
They're mine.
Which part?
All of it.
Messing with you.
Or maybe our story's the same
because we're the same.
Ah, enough.
I'm sorry if it makes you uncomfortable,
but it's the truth.
No, the truth is you're a psycho.
When I sh*t you before, I
should've finished the job.
You couldn't have even if you wanted.
- Really?
- Yeah.
- Want to try me?
- Okay, okay, all right.
- Let's go.
- Okay, hey, hey, hey, hey.
All right, everybody calm down.
Just calm down.
My blood sugar's getting low.
I think we need to stop for food.
No way.
You take us to the body, then you eat.
I can't take you anywhere
if I'm not alert and focused.
Okay, I need to eat.
- And I need to eat right now.
- Sorry. Not happening.
Did I say it was miles on this road?
Or was it the other one?
Can't remember now.
There, enjoy lunch.
Well, you two seem to be hitting it off.
Guy's a piece of work, huh?
Oh, yeah, he's a piece of something.
He knows a lot about you.
Well, he tried to k*ll me.
I'm guessing he did his homework.
So was all that true?
Small town, m*llitary dad,
you losing your...
Listen, Gibbs, this, uh,
this thing between you two?
I don't like it.
Mind games. Ignore him.
So that's your go-to, huh?
Don't like what you see,
pretend it's not there?
I'm saying stick with the job.
The last guy I knew who liked to stick
his head in the sand...
Things didn't turn out so well, okay?
LeMere is up to something.
I just can't figure out what.
What do you want to do?
Just call this off.
Just turn around and go home.
Your call.
Do what you got to do.
Right.
All right, I'll let the bureau
know we're headed back.
Hello?
Yeah, this is, uh, Agent... Hang on.
Hello? Hang on, hang on.
Yeah. Wait, I can't hear you.
Let me speak to, uh,
the commander, okay?
Before we...
Son of a bitch!
I'm never gonna look at
deodorant the same way again.
Well, hopefully Kasie
can analyze these files
and find out who paid our hitman.
Well, if it is someone from Sonova,
a pink tax is gonna be
the least of their problems.
- Finally. There you are.
- Mr. Hanover?
Yeah, so a friend
at Shoreside Memorial told me
that you had him in custody
and you let him go.
My wife's k*ller.
What were you thinking?
- Slow down.
- Slow down?
I came here for answers
and they stuck me
in the break room. All I want
are some answers,
not stale bagels and coffee.
Why don't you guys go talk to Kasie,
have her work on the flash drive?
Listen, Mr. Hanover.
We haven't let anyone go, okay?
I promise you he is still in custody.
Okay, then where is he?
Why isn't he behind bars?
This is still an active investigation,
so I can only tell you
so much, but just know
we have him under watch, okay?
What if this guy escapes?
This man is a monster.
What he did to my Jen...
I understand, okay, Mr. Hanover.
I promise you
he is not going anywhere, okay?
We have our best man on it.
Who?
Our best man.
Excuse me. McGee.
It's Parker.
Gibbs ditched me and took LeMere.
Smart move, getting rid of your partner.
Keeps your options open.
It's what I would've done.
How much longer?
Not far.
Of course, now that he's gone,
there'll be no witnesses.
But that's what you wanted, isn't it?
I know what you're trying to do.
Yeah? What's that?
You're trying to rattle me.
Throw me off my game.
How am I doing?
I overheard what you said at the diner.
And you're right, I did research you.
I know all about you.
And I must admit
that I was relieved to learn
there's another person just like me.
Someone who could relate.
You know, people like us, we...
we lead lonely lives.
- People like us?
- Yeah.
I know what you are.
What am I?
A k*ller.
Plain and simple.
Just like me.
I am nothing like you.
Really?
Your wife and daughter
were k*lled by a man
who was later found m*rder*d
by a sn*per's b*llet.
Doesn't take a genius to figure
out who pulled the trigger.
What about all the others that followed?
I mean, you were
an agent for what, years?
You left a lot of bodies.
How many of those
actually needed to die?
Did they all have it coming?
Did they all deserve
your special brand of justice?
Or maybe you couldn't stop yourself.
Maybe you didn't want to.
Don't kid yourself.
You crossed that line years ago
and you never looked back.
Hell, when you got tired
of k*lling suspects,
you even went after one of your own.
I was trying to save him.
But how many people
could have taken that sh*t?
Hmm? Only two I know of.
You and me.
Shut up!
Or what?
Huh? What are you gonna do?
You've isolated yourself.
You've cut yourself off
from the one thing
that's kept you sane
- and grounded, okay?
- Shut your mouth.
You could have gone back to NCIS
- at any time.
- Shut your mouth.
But you chose not to, okay?
- Shut your mouth.
- You abandoned them.
Your family, okay?
- And once you do that,
- Shut up!
Once you do that,
what happens to you next?
- You're looking at it!
- Stop!
Do it. Go ahead, no one's gonna know.
No one will know.
You can say that I took
the g*n away from you.
Come on, do it.
Do it, Leroy! Do it!
Ah.
You were never gonna take me
to the body, were you?
I was, yeah.
We're close, too.
Then let's go finish it.
Gibbs took LeMere?
Yeah, he then turned off the radio
and the cell, and we got a BOLO out.
What about Agent Parker?
He's on his way back.
Didn't sound too happy.
I don't blame him.
He said there was a
weird vibe in the car.
That LeMere was pushing Gibbs' buttons.
We need to find them. Fast.
Sorry to interrupt, but
I thought this couldn't wait.
Will it help us find Agent Gibbs?
No... Wait, Gibbs is missing again?
Seriously, we need
to put a bell around his neck.
Okay, Kasie?
Uh, I was analyzing the files
you all downloaded from Sonova.
I found information
about something called
Skylark... It's a surveillance program
Sonova has been running on people.
Lots of people.
- Like, hundreds.
- Why?
Uh, not sure. But I found lists
of their targets and one
had four names grouped together.
Anyone look familiar?
Three of these people
are victims in our case.
Could be a coincidence.
But I know how we all feel about those.
So Sonova's been spying on people
then hiring LeMere to k*ll them?
Starting to look that way.
Who's the fourth person?
Libby Alonak, .
Lives in D.C. According
to her mortgage and phone bills,
which were just paid yesterday,
she's alive and well.
Then why was she spared?
Maybe LeMere was caught
before he could get to her.
Or maybe she's in on it.
Well, either way,
we need to talk to her.
Bring her in.
Ms. Alonak?
NCIS.
Ms. Alonak?
Got water coming from the inside.
Signs of a struggle.
Ms. Alonak?
Good?
It's freezing in here.
The AC's on.
And that's our water source.
I'll check the back.
Clear.
Someone made a hell of a mess in here.
They were looking for something.
Hey, Jess?
Oh, God.
Red duct tape.
Crushed head.
It's LeMere's work.
Looks like from a while back, too.
Think this could be...
Maybe his first one.
Well, if this is his first victim,
then where is LeMere taking Gibbs?
Multiple puncture wounds
with a claw hammer.
Blunt force trauma,
just like the others.
Got a time of death yet?
It's tricky. The AC was
turned on prior to her death,
so the cold circulating air
actually dehydrated her body.
But the AC also pulls a lot of energy.
So I had Kasie take a look
at the utility bill history
- to see when it first spiked.
- And?
About two years ago.
Which, if you do the math...
Would make her LeMere's first victim.
Two years. What took
so long to find her?
Well, it says here
that Libby lived alone,
she worked from home
as a freelance travel writer.
She often disappeared on trips
for months without telling anyone,
and all of her bills were on autopay,
which explains
why they kept getting paid
even after she d*ed.
Kind of sad to think of her
all alone in that house.
Any word on Gibbs?
Yeah, right, I don't buy it.
I'm telling you, they're just
gonna say the same thing.
Then you won't mind me
asking... where's Gibbs?
I'm sure he's called you.
No.
He stopped calling in a long time ago.
What is that?
We believe sheis LeMere's first victim.
First?
But if that's the first,
that means that Gibbs...
Is stepping into a trap.
We need to find him, like, now.
I say we go hard at Sonova. We
know they're involved in this.
Wait, wait... Sonova?
Yeah, we traced
LeMere's payments back to them.
They had four of our victims
under surveillance.
You should've led with that,
by the way, but...
whatever. Okay, let's...
drag in the CEO and grill 'em.
You want to drag in Sonia Eberhart,
one of the most powerful
business leaders in the world,
for questioning? I... Good luck.
Yeah, without any direct evidence
linking her, it's not gonna be easy.
Let me worry about that.
Body's over there.
By the trees.
Stop.
I have no idea how that got there.
Mm-hmm.
Go on.
You must've pulled a lot
of strings to make this happen.
You have no idea.
Now let's see if it's worth it.
We appreciate you taking time
out of your busy schedule, Ms. Eberhart.
Happy to help.
Before we proceed,
I want it on the record
my client is here of her own volition
and is in no way a suspect
or being charged with anything.
Well, the night's still young.
Do you recognize this man?
Can't say that I do.
Who is he?
A contract k*ller paid
to k*ll eight people.
We traced the payments back to Sonova.
Eight?
That's horrible.
Do you know who in my company paid him?
Well, we were hoping that maybe
you could help us with that.
I employ over , people
in over countries,
so you'll understand
if I'm not aware of what
everyone in my company is doing.
What about a surveillance
program called Skylark?
You aware of that?
Doesn't ring a bell.
Well, it should.
'Cause you signed off on it.
We found this document
in one of your files.
Along with a list of four
people that were m*rder*d.
Wow.
Hit men, k*ll lists.
You might want to rethink
that little jingle of yours.
Making the world brighter
one body at a time?
Ooh, that's good.
I'd listen to that one.
Yes.
I remember Skylark now.
Must've slipped my mind.
We have so many projects
in development. No.
Skylark is not a surveillance program.
It's opposition research.
As you can imagine,
we have lots of rivals.
It's a very competitive business.
So we collect whatever we can on them
to get an edge.
That edge include murdering them?
We research thousands of people.
The fact that four were k*lled
could be nothing more
than a coincidence.
Man...
that's a hell of a coincidence, huh?
Either way,
the important thing is that you
brought this to my attention.
And I promise you,
I will mount an internal investigation
to get to the bottom of this.
Now, if you'll excuse me,
I have a plane to catch.
Ms. Eberhart... Unless you're planning
to charge my client,
we're done here.
You see that, she didn't even blink
when McGee mentioned the
murders... she knows something.
What is it?
Update on Gibbs.
Someone spotted the car
near a house in Syracuse.
The police are headed there now.
It's there.
You think we get to see them
again in the afterlife?
That's not your first victim.
It's your wife.
Tanner?
That's her house?
That's her family's.
I never sold it.
I just wanted to see her
one more time before...
You always knew how this had to end.
The two of us together?
It's like putting two lions in
one cage... one of us has to die.
But back there on that road,
you had your chance.
You didn't take it.
You didn't take it, Gibbs.
I wouldn't have flinched.
Maybe I was wrong about you.
Maybe there's still hope.
Who hired you?
You like fishing, Agent Gibbs?
No more games. Who hired you?
There is a great place in Naktok Bay.
You should really check it out.
Stop.
So LeMere's last words
were the missing link
we've been looking for.
Naktok Bay is a small fishing community
in southwestern Alaska.
It's also where Sonova is
currently building a copper mine.
We combed through the
eight victims again to see
if there was any connection to the mine.
These four came up.
The four that Sonova was spying on.
Okay, so how are they connected?
Libby Alonak was born in Naktok Bay.
In addition to being a travel writer,
she was also a hard-core eco-activist.
She organized protests, rallies,
took down a few big sh*ts.
Considering the thr*at that Sonova
would have posed
to the Alaskan ecosystem,
she definitely would
have gone after Sonova
once their mine was approved.
Brian Stafford was a respected
research biologist.
Before he d*ed, he was writing
a paper on the effects
of copper sulfate on aquatic life.
Now, he didn't know it,
but what he was writing
was gonna make it pretty impossible
for Sonova to get approval.
Laura Blankenship
worked for the Department
of the Interior,
in charge of granting
construction permits.
Last year, she approved about
and denied over , .
And guess who she
denied three years in a row.
The loan-out company
that Sonova is using
to build the mine.
Harold Bradshaw.
Now, this one was tricky.
We had to dig into a
century-old family deed.
Bradshaw held the water rights
on land Sonova is digging in.
After Bradshaw's death,
water rights reverted
back to public use,
and Sonova snapped them up.
So these four were k*lled
because they were standing in the way
of Sonova building a copper mine.
Sonova is getting into
the cell phone business.
They need the copper
to make their phones.
It's a billion-dollar business.
Plenty enough reason to k*ll.
And what about the other victims?
Well, we think their deaths
were a smokescreen.
If there were enough
random kills thrown in
and everyone thought there
was a serial k*ller involved,
people wouldn't see the real connection.
We certainly didn't.
Until now.
Well, I think it's time
we had another chat with Ms. Eberhart.
Well, unfortunately, she took a
flight out of D.C. this evening.
Headed to Alaska.
Found more expl*sives and weapons
stashed throughout the property.
Looks like LeMere had the
whole place booby-trapped.
So he lies about the body
and has us drive
all the way out here, why?
To k*ll himself?
To k*ll Gibbs? Doesn't make sense.
It's the department.
They want you to get back
to the office immediately.
I'm not done here.
Plans have changed, sir.
Yeah, McGee?
Oh, finally. Boss, listen,
the clue that LeMere gave you?
Naktok Bay? The key to the
whole thing, okay?
- Sonova's...
- Drilling a copper mine in Alaska?
Yeah, that's why those people
were k*lled.
Okay, so what's our next move, boss?
Pack your bag.
Am I headed to Alaska?
Yeah, we're both going to Alaska.
I got to do something first.