Welcome, one and all...
She's a historical landmark.
You don't just up and
move a floating museum.
We need more time.
Well, you're out of time, Sal.
We need this berth cleared.
As I said, we're working on it.
Well, work faster.
We start the salvage mission Friday.
Aye, aye, Skipper. Friday it is.
This isn't Gilligan's Island,
and I'm a lieutenant.
You have a delivery.
You have a delivery.
This thing here for either of you?
Nope.
You have a delivery.
Persistent little fella.
Well, I didn't order anything.
Sorry, buddy, but whatever
you got's not for me.
I think it's gonna follow you home.
You have a delivery.
Still behind me, huh?
You have a delivery.
Okay, you win. Just shut up.
If it's a pizza, I get half.
You have a delivery.
♪
Director, you wanted to see me?
Agent Knight, have a seat.
Sir, the only reason why
I parked in your parking spot
on Friday was 'cause I knew
you weren't here.
You parked in my spot on Friday?
No.
What's your take on Chloe Marlene?
- The actress?
- Mm-hmm.
Her movies aren't really my cup of tea.
Why?
Ms. Marlene is currently
sh**ting a film here in D.C.
What's that have to do with me?
She's playing an NCIS REACT agent,
and to lend authenticity
to her character,
she's requested time with an expert.
- Me?
- Mm-hmm.
This is a joke, right?
I couldn't make this up.
Wow.
I am flattered, but I will pass.
This isn't a request.
You're ordering me
to hang out with a movie star?
The order's not coming from me.
It's from SECNAV.
Why would SECNAV get involved?
The movie is about the Navy,
and since Tom Cruise got to
spend time with a fighter pilot
for Top g*n, SECNAV wants
Ms. Marlene to have access
to the same kind of expertise.
So I'm doing this
to help sell movie tickets?
Actually, I think
SECNAV's more interested
in the movie boosting recruitment,
but either way,
just try and make the next two
days as painless as possible.
Two days?
That Chloe Marlene here?
Shadowing you for two whole days?
Pretty much sums it up.
Okay.
Well, now we know what she looks like.
I'm more concerned
with what she acts like.
She is a big star, so she's
probably high-maintenance.
Yeah, not to mention needy.
Oh, come on, you guys
don't even know her.
Oh, and you do?
No, but I hear she's
quite a spectacular person.
Nick Torres,
do you have a secret crush
on Chloe Marlene?
No, but when's she getting here?
Oh, why, you need time to freshen up?
Oh, too late.
Chloe Marlene, meet
Special Agents Tim McGee,
Nick Torres,
and... Jessica Knight.
Graduated FLETC in ' ,
REACT agent for years,
Meritorious Achievement Medal in ' .
It is an honor to meet you.
Wow, someone came prepared.
Oh, it's the least I could do.
I mean, you're going to help me
find Cheyenne Fuentes.
Is Cheyenne missing?
Uh, no, Timothy.
It's, uh, Chloe's new character
she's gonna play in her new film.
I also came prepared.
Oh.
Well, I would love to help you,
but we don't actually have
a case to work right now.
No, I get it.
It's just like Hollywood, you know.
Hurry up and wait.
Yes, yes,
and speaking of the industry,
my, uh, middle school
drama teacher, you know,
she watched me in Alice in Wonderland
and she said I'd be a star.
One-Take Torres, she used to call me.
That's what she used to call me,
but, uh, I chose to live in the shadows
instead of the limelight.
Mm, Bandium alert.
_
- Wow.
- Damn.
Uh,
we sure we want to take Chloe to this?
To what, a dead body?
Nope, no body.
Oh, good, but just so you know,
I did mentally prepare myself,
like, just in case
I have to see real blood.
I hope you're prepared
to see a lot more.
Actually, less.
All right, photo sh**t is over.
You can take the head out of the robot.
That's a new combination
of words for me.
- Hey, give me a hand here.
- Mm-mm.
Just lift up the bucket.
All right, that I can handle.
All right, victim is middle-aged male.
Head severed at the C- vertebra,
clean laceration.
Rigor mortis in the jaw suggests
that he d*ed within the last hours.
I know we all have to die somehow,
but this is the worst of the somehows.
I opened up the lid and...
I was hoping it was a fake head,
you know, like a sick joke.
Unfortunately not.
I take it you don't know him?
No, although I'll never be able
to erase his face from my mind.
Is that...
Chloe Marlene?
Just when you think this
day can't get any weirder,
a big movie star shows up?
Ignore her.
Have you ever noticed a
delivery robot on this pier before?
No, ma'am.
Never had a famous actress here either.
Okay. McGee, can you take over here?
Yeah.
Hey, guys, guys,
- eyes here.
- Yeah,
doesn't the attention ever get annoying?
Oh, you get used to it.
So, where are we going now?
To the only thing on this
pier that is not starstruck.
Oh, I recognize this model.
- Oh, yeah?
- Well, I can't go shopping
in public anymore, so I
order everything online
and delivery bots come
to my house all the time.
Okay, Agent Marlene,
tell me what you know.
- Me?
- Mm-hmm.
Okay.
I'm pretty sure the bots have cameras
and are remotely operated
by the company's staff.
Which means?
The delivery company must
have a record of the sender
and a video of whoever loaded the head.
Very good.
Well, we've already reached out
to the company,
so we're just waiting for them
to get back to...
What the hell?
b*mb! Everybody run!
Move, go, go!
You have a delivery.
You have a delivery.
Well, b*mb squad is obviously
still fishing out pieces of the robot,
but Knight says it was a pipe b*mb
hidden underneath the insulation.
Because delivering a severed
head wasn't scary enough.
Well, someone was driving
this thing. Who was it?
Well, one very sick individual.
We got a name?
No, delivery company says the robot
wasn't under their control.
apparently it was stolen
of the street last week.
Yeah. Do we know what set the b*mb off?
Well, Knight is guessing
that the countdown started
when she touched the robot.
Then why didn't the
lieutenant trigger it first?
b*mb tech thinks that there
was a loose wire somewhere.
Knight somehow accidentally
reconnected it.
Hell of a first day for our movie star.
I'm guessing it's her last.
Hey, badass, you okay?
Me? I've come to check on you.
You seem oddly calm
for what just happened.
My acting coach taught me a
technique called disassociation.
Like disconnecting from reality?
Yeah, I'm pretending
that the head and the b*mb
were just movie props
and I was never in danger.
And that works?
So far, so good.
Even so, I think
you should consider going home.
It's been a crazy day.
I'm in the entertainment business.
Every day's a crazy day.
Look, I appreciate the concern,
but I'm gonna finish what I started.
I'm Cheyenne Fuentes.
Hey, Jimmy!
Hey, Nick.
Dude, come on, don't leave me
alone with him.
Oh, he's fascinating, isn't he?
Well, that's not the word I'd use.
Uh, yeah, I want to show you something.
Take a look at this cut line.
I mean, years I have been down here.
I have never seen a slice this clean.
Okay, what do you mean?
Well, whatever blade
separated this head from its body
was extremely sharp,
and moving at a tremendous speed.
Like a sword?
In a Chloe Marlene movie, maybe.
Ugh.
Well, I just hope that he was
already dead when he lost his head.
I'm afraid not.
Here, take a look at the trachea here...
All right, yeah, okay,
man, that's enough.
All right, did you notice he
has two different color eyes?
It's called heterochromia.
English, please.
It's a rare but benign condition
that causes a person's irises
to be two different colors.
So, something he was born with?
Yeah, either that
or as a result of some sort
of head injury...
not counting this one.
You have any ID on him yet?
No, Kasie's examining some
of his hair as we speak.
Our victim is Rosco Sanchez,
a -year-old tech salesman
from Louisville, Kentucky.
He was reported missing
by his boss last week.
Put a trace on his cell.
Maybe we can find the rest of him.
Already did, got nothing, which means
either his battery d*ed or...
Or the k*ller turned off his phone.
Oh, this is great stuff.
Yes, I haven't even gotten
to the good part yet.
I may have another way to find Sanchez.
I did a deep dive into his
socials, and it turns out
he has a pacemaker.
And that helps us how?
New pacemakers are equipped with GPS.
The manufacturer's emailing me
when we have a location.
Wow, you're thorough.
Yeah.
More thorough than Bayous
and Bridges, that's for sure.
My movie?
Yes, now don't get me wrong,
I-I love your character,
but I was offended when
the forensic analyst
cut corners on the science
and was still made out to be the hero.
What do you mean "cut corners"?
Well, for one, he ran that blood sample
in an unsterile environment.
- Kasie.
- And for two,
- if you really...
- Kasie.
No, I'm sorry.
I just wishfor once
that movies reflected real life.
Well, um, that's why I'm here.
Yes, that is a good point.
Um, oh, we have an address
on the pacemaker.
Okay, I will give Torres a call.
Let me get this straight.
We're looking for a headless body, while
Knight is, uh, hanging out
with a movie star?
Well, sounds like somebody's jealous.
No, I'm just saying wouldn't you rather
hang out with Chloe than be here?
Nope. This is where the action is.
Watch the cow crap.
Well, seems like you and I have
two different definitions
for the word "action."
Ready?
NCIS! Coming in!
What the hell is this?
Now we know how
our victim was decapitated.
Our k*ller went full medieval.
You smell that?
Yeah.
Oh, God!
That's got to be the rest of Sanchez.
Well, if that's him,
who are they?
What the hell?
Two more headless victims?
Which means we got to find
two more heads.
Found them.
Oh...
Now we got a serial k*ller to find.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!
Hi.
Hi.
Rough night?
That's an understatement.
My disassociation technique?
It stopped working
after the sun went down.
Well, if it makes you feel
any better, I've been there.
How'd you learn to leave
your work at the office?
I will let you know when I do.
Well, on the plus side,
you're helping me
find Cheyenne Fuentes.
And let me tell you,
she's a badass who doesn't
take crap from anyone.
I like her already.
Okay.
All right.
Day two. Let's do this.
Good morning.
Welcome back, Chloe.
Thanks, Nick.
So... what'd I miss?
What? Did you find Sanchez's body?
We did.
Plus a couple more.
Uh, more-more what, headless bodies?
Yep, but, uh, if it makes
you feel any better,
we also found their heads.
Oh, my God.
Oh, my...
What kind of person would do
something like this?
The careful kind.
All three bodies were wiped clean.
No prints on the guillotine, either.
I'm sorry, did you say "guillotine"?
- Yeah.
- Local LEOs just told me
the barn's owner d*ed years ago.
As far as they knew,
the place was empty.
Well, who-who are these people?
We've got Mikeala Greer from Delaware.
Braxton Bell from North Carolina.
And you remember
our first victim, Rosco Sanchez.
All abducted in the past week.
And all had two different color eyes.
It's called heterochromia.
I guess our k*ller's not a fan.
But why would anyone k*ll
someone based on eye color?
That's a really good question.
And-and why send a head
to Lieutenant Harlan,
who has two-two blue eyes?
Yeah, well,
that's another good question.
How about answers?
Anybody got one of those?
Yeah, I might have one.
Found this on the lieutenant's
social media page.
Take a look at her husband, John.
Two different colored eyes.
You think the b*mb was
actually meant for him?
Let's not wait around
and find out. Go, take McGee.
Vance wants to see me.
Okay.
It's time to go home.
You know I'm right.
And don't be down on yourself.
You did great.
I mean, you impressed me
in more ways than one.
Honestly, it really means
a lot coming from you.
And, I mean, I learned a ton.
And I think you're gonna make
a great fake federal agent.
Thanks.
Hey, just promise me one thing?
Catch the monster who did this.
Will do.
Director, you got something for me?
I asked Dr. Mallard to do a
psych eval on our serial k*ller.
Which Dr. Palmer has agreed to present.
Okay, Jimmy, what do ya got?
Well, what I have is a history lesson.
Uh, in th century France,
people with two different colored
eyes were seen as possessed.
They were teased,
they were ostracized, sometimes...
they were even k*lled.
That's a common theme throughout time.
Yeah, to treat people
who looked or acted differently
as evil spirits.
Like the witches of Salem.
- We all know how they were punished.
- They were hanged.
Any guesses as to how
they treated heterochromatics?
Chopped off their heads?
The belief was
that in order to vanquish the demon
they needed to separate
the head from its soul.
So history is repeating itself.
- Why?
- We can only guess.
Perhaps the k*ller suffered some sort
of trauma at the hands
of a heterochromatic person,
and now is seeking revenge on
anyone with two different colored eyes.
That doesn't explain why
Lieutenant Harlan was targeted.
- Or the b*mb.
- We just learned
that her husband has
different colored eyes.
Our theory is that the k*ller
got the wrong Harlan.
I don't think so.
Our k*ller has been careful so far.
So you're thinking
that there's another reason
she would've been targeted?
Maybe.
If you look closely,
there's one person
waiting to be ex*cuted
who is not heterochromatic.
Two brown eyes.
Notice anything else about her?
She's pregnant.
Historically, women who were impregnated
by heterochromatic men
were also targeted,
because the trait is hereditary.
So if Lieutenant happens to be pregnant,
her child would likely have it, too.
And since you can't chop off
the head of an unborn child...
You blow up the mom instead.
We need to get the Harlans
into protective custody.
McGee and Torres are
on the way to their house now.
Hey, McGee, what do you got?
I got a guesthouse in the back.
One window broken.
And a broken security camera.
All right, I'll clear the guesthouse.
I'll clear the main house.
NCIS!
Anyone home?
All right, guesthouse is empty.
Hey, McGee, there was a fight in here.
And it looks like the Harlans lost.
You think they could've been taken?
I do.
Jimmy was right.
The lieutenant is pregnant.
Yes, inches wide,
inches on the longest side.
- That's correct.
- Unreal.
Great. Okay, thank you
for the information.
What kind of psycho builds
their own guillotine?
Uh, well, I actually found
a how-to guide online.
Laid out the whole process step by step.
Oh, thank you, Internet.
They're actually pretty easy
to build. You can get
all the materials at the hardware store.
Except the blade.
That's a specialty item.
So where do D.I.Y. serial K*llers
get their guillotine blades?
My question exactly.
It turns out there's only
one industrial manufacturer
in the tri-state area that makes them.
They sold a blade with these
exact dimensions last month.
Did they give you the name of the buyer?
No. He paid cash.
Do they remember what he looks like?
- Maybe we could get a sketch.
- There's no need.
He just ordered a new blade.
Because we took his guillotine,
and now the psycho
needs to build a new one.
- We need to stop him.
- Well, you better hurry.
'Cause he's picking up
the blade this morning.
Not if we pick him up first.
All right, we're all set.
Store manager talked to our guy.
He's five minutes out,
driving a blue van.
Why are these sick dudes
always driving a van?
Well, I'm more concerned
with what's inside that van.
You don't think he was
dumb enough to bring
the Harlans on an errand run, right?
This guy believes that people
with two different
colored eyes have demons
living inside them.
"Dumb enough" isn't a question.
Good point.
Hey, you know Chloe has a movie
where she's doing a
stakeout just like this.
Except her partner is a German Shepherd.
Yeah. I saw Paw and Order.
minutes of my life
I'll never get back.
But you have to admit,
Chloe was pretty amazing
saving that dog from the bulldozer.
Seems like somebody's missing
their girlfriend.
Uh, it was probably good
that she left when she left.
There were sparks between us.
Oh, yeah? Did she know that?
I think she was figuring it out.
It's too bad she left before
I could show her my video.
What video?
Oh, you don't think my mom
historically recorded
my portrayal of The Mad Hatter?
- Oh, I got to see that.
- Oh, we'll have a special viewing.
Here we go.
Blacked-out windows.
You seeing what I'm seeing?
That's the tourist from the pier.
He wasn't there to sightsee.
NCIS!
On the ground. On the ground now!
Okay, okay.
Go ahead, I got him.
I'm afraid you're gonna be disappointed.
They're not back there.
Told you.
Where are they?
Who is he?
Sam Novak, , unemployed,
former college professor of...
wait for it...
French History.
Explains his fascination
with guillotines.
Why'd he stop teaching?
Totaled his car a few years
ago, busted his head open.
After that, he informed the university
that he was no longer fit to teach.
Well, no argument here.
We don't have access
to his medical records,
but it's not a stretch
to imagine that he suffered
a traumatic brain injury
in the accident.
Can we tie him to the beheadings?
He was on the pier at
the same time as the expl*si*n,
and we just caught him buying
a blade for a guillotine.
This is our guy.
And what did our guy
do with the Harlans?
He won't say. We looked in his apartment
and the barn where we found
the bodies... nothing.
Property tax records shows
that he owns a cabin about an hour
west of here.
Torres is on his way there now.
And if the Harlans aren't there?
Well, we somehow have to get him
to tell us where they are.
Well, welcome.
Please come in, have a seat.
Mr. Novak, you know why you're here?
Because...
m*rder is against the law.
So you're admitting to beheading people?
Yes.
Ah.
Oh, come on, don't give me
those judgmental looks.
- You should be thanking me.
- For what?
E-Eradicating evil from our planet.
Well, having a genetic eye condition
does not make someone evil.
So you're not only judgmental,
you're ignorant.
It's a bad combination.
So is kidnapping and murdering.
You're facing the death penalty.
An eye for an eye.
How perfectly barbaric.
We might be able to take
the death penalty off the table
if the Harlans are still alive.
Oh, they're alive.
For now.
Where are they?
That's...
not something I'm ready to disclose.
To either of you.
I'd like to talk to the agent
I saw at the pier yesterday.
Special Agent Chloe Marlene.
Well, she's not an agent.
But I think you know that already.
Then why did you bring her
to my crime scene?
All right.
Enough with the games.
Where are the Harlans?
Are you not hearing me?
If you want to save that happy couple,
bring Chloe in to interrogate me.
Let her, let her finish
what she started.
- That's not happening.
- Then we're done here.
- Novak, listen...
- No.
You listen.
You bring Chloe here,
I will tell her exactly
where the couple is.
If you don't, they die.
What the hell was that?
That was crazy being crazy.
He's definitely playing games.
He thinks he has all the leverage.
He doesn't know that we know
about his cabin.
Any word yet from Torres?
He just texted. Almost there.
Hey, Parker.
Tell me you found the Harlans.
No, but I found
what Novak wanted us to find.
A photo of the Harlans chained
to a wall somewhere.
Damn it!
He must've known we were coming.
Yeah, and it gets worse.
He left us a stopwatch.
It reads two hours and
minutes, and it's ticking.
Knight said that she found
a stopwatch attached to the b*mb
- in the robot.
- Yeah, and it looks like
there's a pipe b*mb next to the Harlans.
All right, send me
that photo right away.
I will. But there's no clue to
their location in this picture.
There may be another
way to find them, but, uh,
I got to get Vance
to sign off on it first.
You're asking me to allow
a movie star to interrogate
- a serial k*ller?
- Yes.
And you think that's a good idea?
No. But it's the best bad idea we have.
Go take another run at Novak.
I already tried. He won't talk to us.
He says it's Chloe Marlene or no one.
Why? What, what is
he getting out of this?
I only care what we get out of it.
We need to find these people.
The clock is ticking.
So this guy's w*apon of choice
is a guillotine or a b*mb.
Guess he's a versatile serial k*ller.
The vast majority of close-contact bombs
decapitate the victim. Now, this guy's
already detonated
one this week, Director.
And we have less than three hours
to stop him from detonating another one.
Go get her.
And action!
Know why the Navy
intercepted your vessel?
No, ma'am, we were just out
on a fishing trip.
Oh, really?
You have a fishing boat filled
with stolen M grenades?
- Cut!
- Cutting.
Who the hell are you?
NCIS agents.
Real ones.
Jessica?
I mean, when I said
you guys could visit the set,
I-I didn't mean like this.
Yeah, sorry, Chloe,
we just need you now.
For what?
Time to play
a federal agent in real life.
He can't see in here?
No.
Then why is he staring right at me?
That's his resting psycho face.
Why do I have to go in there alone?
It's the only way that he's gonna talk.
So you go in there, you let him talk.
Find out where the Harlans are,
and then you get out.
You won't be in danger.
He's in handcuffs and leg shackles.
And just in case, we'll be right here.
- It's normal to feel scared.
- Mm-hmm.
Good. Because I'm terrified.
I mean, not of him.
I mean, I'm scared of failing.
If I fail on set, I get another take.
But if I fail in there, two people die.
No, listen to me.
You are not going to fail.
You have my lines?
Okay.
You remember
your disassociation technique.
Imagine that he's just a character
- in another one of your scenes.
- Okay.
And remember, he's
gonna try to mess with you.
Don't take the bait.
Okay, let me get that.
- You ready?
- No.
But I'm going in there.
How's it going?
Sam, right?
Hello, Chloe. Thank you for coming.
Uh, you're, you're
so much prettier in person.
Thanks.
Mind if I sit?
Don't be nervous. I won't bite.
Sorry.
It's just a little weird,
you staring like that.
Um...
Well, look, here I am.
Like you asked.
So will you please just tell me
where the Harlans are?
Oh, we'll get to that.
First I wanted to educate you
about the "evil eye."
Uh, no, we...
um, really don't have time.
Who doesn't have time?
We've got all the time in the world.
- Um...
- Oh.
You mean the Harlans.
Yeah, they're running out of time.
Uh, yeah, we know.
NCIS found your little, uh,
message in your cabin.
I had a feeling they would.
Why go through all the trouble?
I had no choice.
Your friends behind the glass
confiscated my guillotine.
I had to build one.
I knew that picking up the
second blade would be risky.
So in the case that I got caught,
my b*mb was my backup plan, you see?
I'm always thinking ahead.
k*lling people isn't
something to be proud of.
k*lling the right people is.
You're sick, man.
So just tell me where the
Harlans are or I'm leaving.
Well, it was fun while it lasted.
We both know you're not going anywhere.
Honestly, I thought you were
a better actor than that.
Okay, this is exactly
what I was afraid of.
Just give her a minute. She's nervous.
That makes two of us.
Well, maybe you and I
can help each other.
I have more than three million
followers on social media.
You tell me where the Harlans are,
I'll post anything you
want about the "evil eye."
That's a lot of followers.
Bet Nancy would be proud,
wherever she is.
Who's Nancy?
That's her mother.
Good luck finding her.
Oh, you mean because she's unlisted?
That's probably smart,
being the mother of a huge star.
But, uh...
I have a knack for finding people.
Where are the Harlans?
You see, the secret
is patience.
I would go to Toledo,
where your mother lives,
and I would just wait.
For as long as it takes.
Well, too bad you're gonna rot in here,
for the rest of your life.
Is that what NCIS told you?
They lied to you.
I'm getting out.
And when I do,
the first trip I'm going to make
is to Nancy.
What's going on?
Cheyenne Fuentes doesn't cry.
I'm sorry.
- I can't. I can't. I can't.
- It's okay.
- I'm sorry.
- It's okay.
It's okay.
No, it's not okay. It's not okay.
I just got two people k*lled.
Oh, my God.
All right, we got less than an hour
till this b*mb blows. Ideas?
I've got a warrant
for Novak's cell phone
to retrace his movements.
But it's been powered off for a week.
I talked to the Harlans' neighbor.
He remembered seeing the
blue van in the driveway
but doesn't recall
in which direction it drove off.
I scanned downtown traffic cams
from this morning. No blue van.
Which brings us back to Novak.
He is the only way
we're gonna find the Harlans.
But how? He was never
gonna tell Chloe anything.
I mean, he was
only messing with her head
so he could wait for the b*mb to blow.
Because all Novak does
is play mind games.
So let's play a mind game against him.
How? He won't even talk to us.
Well, what does Ducky's
psych eval say about him?
That he's a narcissistic control freak
who has a constant need to show
everyone how smart he is.
Exactly.
So let's show him how smart he is.
By doing what?
By letting him win.
Nick, if we let him win,
that means the Harlans die.
Well, not necessarily.
You know where Chloe is?
Yeah.
Hey.
Look, uh, if you don't
mind, I'd rather be alone.
Chloe, I know this sucks,
but we don't have time to feel
sorry for ourselves right now.
What, is this your version
of a pep talk?
No. It's a strategy session.
You're gonna get Novak to
tell us where the Harlans are.
We just did this, Jess.
I tried everything you said to do.
It didn't work.
Doesn't mean we give up.
As long as there is time left
on that stopwatch,
we have to do everything
we can to save them.
I know. But at this point,
I am only in the way.
Honestly, you are better off without me.
You know he will only talk to you.
You are the only sh*t
that we have at this.
What else can I do?
I'll tell you along the way.
Along the way where?
No.
No.
I-I can't go back in that room.
Yes, you can.
Because you know what's at stake.
You wanted a taste at being an agent.
We are gonna give you
everything that you can chew.
This is what an agent does.
We hit a wall, we go over it.
Or around it.
Or if need be,
we bust the damn thing down.
Are you ready to be our sledgehammer?
Oh, Chloe.
What a pleasant surprise.
I thought I'd seen the last of you.
You and me both.
I really hate this guy.
Yeah. He is very hateable.
Mm, I smell a game plan.
What have you all been cooking up?
There's no game plan.
They just sent you in to say hi?
Hi.
No.
I came in here to say that, uh...
...you won.
Wow. Time flies when you're having fun.
It's over.
You win.
No. No.
S-Society wins.
All I've been doing
is sacrificing myself
- for the greater good.
- You don't really think
that people with different
colored eyes are evil.
I don't think it. I know it.
Well, I hate to break it to you, but...
that's just some conspiracy theory.
And it's not even a good one.
And here you are,
k*lling innocent people.
I know for a fact they're not innocent.
They're evil.
What makes you so sure?
Because...
I'm evil.
♪
I was not expecting that.
Neither was Chloe.
She's spooked.
I don't know if she can do this.
She has to.
Time's up.
Kaboom.
Agent Knight.
Did you come in to celebrate?
You sick son of a bitch.
These people did not deserve that!
I respectfully disagree.
Wipe that smile off of your
face or I will do it for you.
Chloe, wipe your tears.
This is a good thing.
You heartless prick.
These people have families.
Ah.
I see what this visit was all about.
You want to know
where to find the bodies?
What's left of them.
Palm Avenue in Alexandria.
See?
I-I'm not as heartless as you think.
And you're not as smart as you think.
We reset the stopwatch
minutes ahead.
I didn't think you were gonna be
stupid enough to fall for it,
but you proved me wrong.
And you said I was a bad actor.
NCIS!
- You both okay?
- Please hurry! There's a b*mb!
seconds.
All right, don't worry.
We're gonna get you out of here.
seconds.
Spread your hands apart as
far as you possibly can.
Stay completely still.
- Okay. Close your eyes.
- Don't miss!
- Ten seconds! Let's go! Move!
- Go, go, go.
All right, go. Come on,
come on. Go, go, go, go, go!
Move!
Nice hack, lumberjack.
And you were afraid you were gonna miss.
You were?
Thank you. Great work.
See you tomorrow.
So, good news...
Lieutenant Harlan,
and her husband are okay.
Oh, thank God.
Hey, so who ended up,
uh, swinging the axe?
McGee.
Oh, come on.
You love it.
Mm-hmm. Thank you.
Most importantly, everyone
made it out in one piece.
You guys pulled it off.
We pulled it off.
Jess told me that the stopwatch
thing was your idea.
Oh, no. You know,
more of a team effort. Uh...
I just played a huge part.
So, what does the team
usually do to celebrate?
Uh...
we go home.
Yeah, and kind of do it again tomorrow.
No rest for the weary.
I feel you. I got a : a.m.
call time tomorrow morning.
But I know exactly
how to play Cheyenne Fuentes,
thanks to my excellent scene partner.
Thank you.
Glad I could help.
And speaking of scene partners, Nick,
how would you feel about dusting off
those middle school acting chops?
Oh, I don't...
Seriously?
Yeah, some guy had to drop out.
I think the role
would be perfect for you.
I don't know. I feel like my
skills are a little rusty,
and I feel like this is
all kind of last-minute.
Okay. No pressure.
I'll do it.
Great.
And action.
Scuse me.
Where's the master-at-arms?
Oh, you wanted to see me, Petty Officer?
Yes, Agent Fuentes.
We made an awful discovery
when we opened one of the crates.
What did you find?
A body.
And that's why you
shouldn't smuggle g*ns.
And cut!
Wonderful!
Moving on.
- Nice work, Daniel Day-Torres.
- Yeah.
Did you see my eyeballs moving?
- No, no. Not at all.
- No?
No, you did great.
Hey, are you sure
you only need one take?
Because, uh, I-I think I want
to try something different.
No, we're good.
Well, I mean, you're-you're
dead. There's only one way.
But, no, like, seriously, don't worry.
You nailed it.
Okay.
I told you... One-Take Torres.