SWANSON: Where is Stanley Turner? Who's in charge?
My husband's in charge,
but we haven't seen Stanley since yesterday.
FRANKS: Abe! Where's my brother?
I heard Stanley's name on the scanner.
They said what he did.
RANDY: It'd be great to be able to tap you as a field agent.
-HERM: What if I freeze up again? -RANDY: Hey.
I got you. You got me.
Okay?
LALA: Manuel Santiago.
Flaco's telling you to keep on me?
-You're seeing Flaco's guy? -I'm not seeing him.
Sometimes, I see that gangbanger at church,
and we talk about our day, okay? You're the one
who got drunk-married in Vegas.
(exhales)
LALA: Come on...
OLDER GIBBS: The evidence locker window.
-LALA: Oh, yes. Yes. -FRANKS: Mm-mm.
Every day, Kowalski would look out
and he would take stock.
"The office is a living, breathing thing."
That's what Kowalski always said.
FRANKS: Like it's my fault...
He charted its ups and downs, the ebbs and flows.
What he saw from that window--
it wasn't always good. Wasn't always happy.
But what mattered, he said,
was that folks were putting their heads together.
When the office was communicating,
the work was getting done right.
Cases were getting solved.
(Randy laughs)
And more often than not,
people could make it home in time for dinner.
But every now and then,
Kowalski would look out the window
and he'd notice that things were off.
Oh.
He'd notice that we were in our own worlds.
We were operating next to each other
instead of with each other.
And that's when he'd take action.
KOWALSKI: Hey, Smitty.
Hey, close it down for us tonight, all right?
OLDER GIBBS: "Kowalski Cocktails," he called it.
Yeah. All right, thanks.
It was his way of team building.
-Hey, kid. -Yeah?
I'm calling Kowalski Cocktails for tonight.
Make sure everyone knows.
Oh, can you have Mary Jo do it?
-I'm trying to get this thing wrapped up. -Right.
I'm sorry to bother you.
I thought you had leadership goals.
What?
I thought you wanted to be a team leader someday.
What does being team leader have to do
with telling people about drinks?
-Hey, Mike. -What do you need?
Got a guy coming by to fix my TV.
I'm calling Kowalski Cocktails for tonight.
-Make sure everyone knows. -Listen up, people!
Kowalski Cocktails tonight.
Gail, call Wheeler, let him know.
Giddyap. Kowalski Cocktails. I will see you there.
KOWALSKI: You see that?
Team leader takes significant information
and acts on it.
I didn't realize that wasn't something
-you're interested in. -I didn't say that.
I'll see you at Daly's, kid.
OLDER GIBBS: Back then,
I didn't know if I had what it took to be a team leader.
I figured I'd go to drinks that night
and put it out of my head.
But that's not what happened.
Because that night was about to become
one of the craziest 12-hour runs in NIS history.
After that night, when Kowalski looked out his window,
he'd never see me the same again.
* *
FRANKS: You get it fixed?
What happened was, you had a couple of
bad solder joints.
JANE (over TV): ...discussing this evening.
See that?
I do outstanding work. Picture's clear as day.
Joining us is Abe Pruitt's wife, Beth.
And also with us is legal rep
for the Pruitt family, Doug Westmont.
Thank you for having us, Jane.
The hell? You seen this?
JANE: To begin, I'd like to hear from you, Beth.
How do you feel about your husband's recent arrest?
That's Abe Pruitt's bigamy wife.
They got Doug Westmont as their lawyer now?
Oh, are they the ones that helped that guy
blow up the MovieDome?
Doug Westmont, he's a big deal.
Abe has been doing so many positive things with our land.
She's an idiot. Pruitt's got her brainwashed.
NIS had nothing to connect him to the bombing,
but they just want to strut around
with a big fish on their hook.
Hey, if I'm strutting, you're gonna know I'm strutting.
Hand me that wrench, would you?
DOUG: Abe should be released immediately.
Released? You hearing this blood-sucking...
-(back cracks) -Ah! Son of a bitch!
-SYLVIA: Are you all right? -(groans)
What happened? What's wrong?
-My back. -SYLVIA: Don't move.
-Oh, my back. -SYLVIA: D-Don't move. Don't move.
Hey. K-Cocktails tonight. Did you guys hear?
RANDY: Yeah. Hey, when we're there,
we should reenact that scene from Cheers last night.
I'll be Norm.
-I didn't see it. -What?
-You never miss Cheers. Did you tape it? -LALA: No.
-Why not? -I forgot.
-RANDY: What were you doing? -Nothing.
If you weren't doing anything,
-why weren't you watching Cheers? -VERA: Oh, Randolf,
let's go. I need alcohol
before I hear you talk this much.
-Roy, shake a leg. -One of us needs to wait for Dalton.
He's duty agent tonight,
-and he's not here yet. -Randolf.
Hold on, let me put you on speaker.
FRANKS (over phone): No, don't put me on speaker.
Sorry, boss, I already did it.
You want me to take you off?
(groans) Forget it, Randolf, I just...
Uh... (groan) Threw out my damn back.
-Doing what? -Picking something up off the floor.
What? No, that's like an old person thing to happen.
Maybe you're just sore from lifting.
Just tell Kowalski I ain't gonna make it tonight.
VERA: No. Uh-uh. You know how Kowalski gets
when we miss K-Cocktails.
Look, I got magic hands,
passed down from my Aunt Gloria.
I'll go to your house, adjust your back,
and then we can go to Daly's from there.
No, Vera, I don't want you coming over here.
ALL: She's already gone.
-(sighs) Dammit. -(phone hangs up)
Well, that was abrupt.
You guys should go.
-I'll wait for Dalton. Meet you over there. -LALA: No.
I'll stay. I'm the alternate.
GIBBS: No, I got it.
Kowalski was busting my balls earlier.
If he gets in a few drinks before I see him,
-maybe he'll let up.
-(door opens) -POLANCO: I need a...
(labored breathing)
RANDY: Hey, there. Can we help you?
I need to...
I need to make a report.
-Yeah? -(coughing)
-What's going on? -How much have you had to drink tonight, man?
I'll get him to the drunk tank.
-You guys should get out of here. -Love you, Gibbs.
GIBBS: Mm-hmm.
Seriously, why didn't you watch Cheers last night?
GIBBS: Mary Jo, you take off yet?
Gibbs. Did you hear from Dalton?
He's supposed to be the duty agent tonight.
We need to call the MPs,
get this guy transferred over to the drunk tank.
Gail, did you forget to give
Dalton Basement his schedule again?
I know we call him Basement,
but I do tend to forget his office is down there.
You got any ID on you? Hmm?
You all are doing makeup?
Daly's shut down for NIS folks only.
-No one to impress. -NADIA: Oh,
well, Gail has a thing for JJ,
so I'm thinking a fierce smokey eye will seal the deal.
Lord help us.
Yeah, I got a drunk Marine here.
Captain Brian Polanco.
Yeah, Polanco.
Get over to Daly's. I got him.
I appreciate someone taking initiative around here.
That's very nice, Gibbs. I like that very much.
Okay. Yeah, we'll see you here soon. Thanks.
-He sprayed me. -GIBBS: What's that?
POLANCO: Someone sprayed me.
Last night.
I was walking up to my place, and then...
...sprayed me in the face.
You saying you were assaulted?
Oh, dammit. Captain? You okay?
-Polanco? Gail, call 911. -What?
-We need an ambulance! -Hey, what's going on?
GIBBS: I don't know. I thought he was drunk.
-Something's wrong. -Gary, back. Back.
Polanco. Look at me.
Brian! Brian?
Hey! Look at me!
-(knocking at door) -VERA: Franks, it's Vera. -(groans)
It's open. (sighs)
-(knocking on door continues) -VERA: Hey. Let me in.
Said it's open!
Son of a bitch. (groans)
Oh... (chuckles)
Oh, my God.
I'm sorry. I-I didn't expect you to be on the floor.
-(groans) -Uh, okay, where's the pain?
-Here. Ow. Ow. -Ooh.
-Here, get on your stomach. Yeah. -What?
No. This is the only position I can be in.
Yeah, well, it only works if you're on your stomach.
-I can't. Don't touch me. -So, here, come on.
-Come on. -Stop. I can't.
-Mike, don't fight me on this. -I can't. Vera!
(yelps)
Ah...
-Huh. -Better?
-Yeah. -Yeah.
-Oh. -Ah?
-How the hell'd you do that? -Magic hands.
Hey. Want some water before we go get wasted?
-(sighs) -Hey.
What?
(sighs)
Rando's right.
This only happens to old people.
Next thing you know, I'm retired,
eating Hungry-Mans in front of the TV all day
just waiting to shrivel up and die.
Are you kidding me?
I can't wait to get old.
Then I can finally say what's on my mind,
instead of holding back all the time.
(phone ringing)
You sit there. I'll get it.
By the way, you're not geriatric until your ass gets flat.
-(laughs) -Hello.
-Michael Franks's residence. -GAIL (over phone): Vera?
-Is that you? -VERA: Yes, Gail, it's me. What do you need?
GAIL: That guy that came in here is unconscious now.
-VERA: What guy? -What's she want?
NADIA: There was a guy that came in after you guys left.
Uh, we thought he was drunk,
but then he started having a seizure.
The paramedic took one look at him
and told his partner not to come in.
He said it wasn't safe.
He told the other paramedic to wait outside?
Paramedic for what?
GAIL: Can you and Franks just come back here?
This doesn't feel right,
and Gibbs is the highest-ranking agent here,
and according to Kowalski, he has no leadership goals.
Yeah, we're on our way.
(phone hangs up)
WESLEY: Okay, he's stabilizing.
O2 sats are coming back up.
Get some masks out of my kit.
-What's going on? -WESLEY: How long have you all been with him?
Why'd you tell your partner not to come in?
WESLEY: Was anyone else exposed to him?
("Love Shack" by The B-52's playing)
* Bang, bang, bang on the door, baby *
* Knock a little louder, sugar *
-(phone ringing) -* Bang, bang, bang *
* On the door, baby *
(ringing)
* I can't hear you *
* Bang, bang, bang... *
SMITTY (over phone): Daly's, this is Smitty.
GIBBS: Smitty, it's Gibbs. I need to talk to Lala.
SMITTY: Gibbs!
You're doing what now?
Shut off the damn music, this is an emergency.
I need to talk to Lala.
-Okay, I got you. Lala. -* I can't hear you *
-* Bang, bang... * -Lala.
-Lala! -* Bang on the door, baby... *
Gibbs needs to talk to you. Something's happened.
-And lift. -HERM: Okay,
so we're gonna quarantine him
in the rec room.
Gail, clear the building. Make sure no one else is here.
-LALA: Hello? Gibbs? -Are you okay?
Yeah. What-what do you mean? What's going on?
GIBBS: That guy that came in, he wasn't drunk.
He has a virus. He's contagious.
-What kind of virus? -What? Who's got a virus?
-That drunk guy. -Wait, are they saying we were exposed?
GIBBS: Lala, listen to me.
It's called the Lenkah virus.
The Lenkah virus?
The paramedic said that the last case was in 1924,
but then, last month,
-someone else got it. -Lenkah...
I read about it in the paper
a couple of weeks ago.
Some woman was exposed at a lab in Mexico.
-W-What happened to her? -MARY JO: They quarantined her.
A week later, she died.
GIBBS: Are any of you guys showing symptoms?
Slurred speech, seizure, trouble breathing,
-coughing? -Uh, no.
-What-what's he saying? -You all need to stay there.
No one can leave until we know more.
They're trying to stop it from spreading.
We're all on lockdown until further notice.
-(microphone feedback) -So you telling me the kid's running point on this thing,
and we're all cued up to die?
-Probie, open up! -Hey! Hey!
Gibbs told you ten times on the radio.
We shouldn't even be here.
I told you, you can't be here.
I heard what you said, probie,
but I ain't leaving you with this alone.
-Boss. Boss, you know I'm right. -Ugh.
Look, Wheeler's on his way to talk to some top disease doctor.
He said you should meet him over at Blue Ridge Medical Center.
Who else you got in there?
Herm, Gail, Nadia, and the paramedic.
Wheeler told us not to tell anyone what's going on
till we figure out protocol.
No, it makes sense.
Word gets out, the public's gonna panic.
GIBBS: We aren't even allowed to call our families.
(Gary barking)
You didn't say you had Gary in there.
Let him out, probie. He's trying to get to me.
No, he needs to stay put. He was exposed, too.
We don't know if this thing can infect animals.
Boss, go meet with the doctor.
That's what we need you to do.
Come on, Mike, let's go.
Y'all three take care of each other.
HERM: He keeps running from me.
I'm trying to keep him away from Polanco,
but he doesn't want to listen.
I think he's wanting to stand guard
'cause he knows the guy's dying.
(footsteps approach)
I did a second sweep of the building to make sure
no one else was here. I also called Lala
and read her Polanco's service record.
I didn't think we'd get that till morning.
I busted some heads via phone and got it faxed over.
Okay, Gail.
Good work.
CARL: Well, here's to our lives
being in the hands of the JV squad.
To feeling no pain when we start croaking later tonight.
Hey, yo, JJ, speaking of the JV squad,
-I hear Gail wants in your pants. -MARY JO: Carl,
-shut your mouth. -(laughter)
I got some food on in the kitchen.
Y'all need to stay hydrated.
SMITTY: Hey, I'm just the bartender.
I got nothing to do with the NIS,
and Cliff Wheeler's gonna tell me
I can't call my friends to get one of them to take my cat?
-Justice for Smitty. -Yeah, justice for Smitty.
SMITTY: Justice for me
-and Mr. Whiskers! -(laughter)
The last people I want to die with.
RANDY: Okay, I wrote down everything Gail told us.
Lala, I heard you on the phone with Gail.
Did she say what happened with Dalton Basement?
Basement?
She didn't mention him.
Did she tell him not to show up for night duty?
LALA: I assume so.
She was actually pretty with-it on the phone.
-My Gail? Gail Price? -LALA: Why?
You think she got this stuff wrong?
I want you to close your eyes
and imagine Gail as head secretary over there.
You tell me if you think stuff is getting messed up.
I have similar concerns about Herm.
If this virus is gonna take us all out,
we can't let it take the chain of custody, too.
And Herm needs to make sure that all evidence is logged in, stat.
Tell you what, let's write a list of instructions
for Gail and Herm,
then we can relay it all on one phone call
-to keep the line open. -Great.
Franks and Vera should have an update for us soon.
REPORTER: Hey! Move that news van over here!
That epi-guy we're meeting, what's his name?
If you mean epidemiologist, her name is Dr. Harding.
And hey, you know, I was thinking on the way over here,
I'm really impressed with how Roy
is handling this whole thing.
Yeah, well, I trained him.
No, I mean it.
Like, the way he was holding that door shut on you?
I haven't seen someone take charge
in a way that robust since...
never.
Certainly not in our office.
REPORTER: ...Medical Center. And we can confirm that
-this latest case of Lenkah occurred... -VERA: Excuse us.
-...on Camp Pendleton... -You know you all shouldn't be blocking the door.
...though details are still pouring in.
Hey, none of that's confirmed. Where you getting that?
Are you a representative from Pendleton?
What can you tell us about the outbreak?
-How many people are infected? -(indistinct chatter)
Hey, step back.
Hey, get out of my face.
Can you confirm that the outbreak is contained?
VERA: Hey, hey, hey.
You are blocking the entrance to a damn hospital.
-Let's go. -Use your brain.
FRANKS: Move! Get out of the way.
SECURITY GUARD: We can't let you in the building.
Thank you.
Please, just stay back.
-(baby crying) -(indistinct chatter)
(woman coughing)
Form a line and grab a mask. We can't help you
-unless you get checked in. -NIS. The hell's going on here?
They heard about the case of Lenkah on the news.
They think they have symptoms.
Are you from the government?
What are the symptoms? Ugh, I'm feeling dizzy.
But there are people coughing inside here.
Ma'am, I'm sure that the doctors
will see all of you as soon as they can.
They're not gonna let us leave if we have it, right?
-Uh... -My name is Elliot Thorpe.
-Okay, Mr. Thorpe... -Elliot Thorpe.
I need you to get a message to my wife.
I need you to tell her that I love her.
-Agent Franks? -FRANKS: Yeah.
Dr. Harding.
Follow me.
RANDY: You really think we can trust the stuff you got from Gail?
I'm feeling lucky. Let's put it up.
Okay. Victim is Captain Brian Polanco.
He was sprayed with something in his face
on his way home last night.
The assailant likely ran off.
Herm confirmed Polanco called in sick to work this morning.
Paramedic Wesley thinks this spray
must've been an aerosolized version of the virus.
Hopefully, Polanco went straight from his place
to NIS and didn't infect anyone else along the way.
Okay, what are the victim stats?
-Polanco is single. -Mm-hmm.
Assigned to Supply Battalion. Lives alone
on base in the bachelor officer quarters.
What the heck is that?
You said his parents are in Boise, right?
That's them living in Idaho.
Phone number's on the back.
Gail tried them a bunch of times. No answer.
(Randy sighs)
You infect one person on Pendleton,
it's a pretty good way to take down the entire base.
Listen...
What were you doing last night instead of watching Cheers?
Why do you even care about that right now?
Because...
I can't call Junie.
I may never be able to hold Junior again,
and the fact that you're shutting me out
is making me question the depth of our friendship,
which is, like,
super troubling at a time like this,
when I need you the most.
Oh, my God, you are just that nosy.
-I'm sorry, I can't help it. -Come on,
let's go.
Let's nail this bastard before we die.
Captain Polanco's symptoms are in line with the Lenkah virus,
but I can't make a definitive determination
that this is Lenkah without a sample.
What's the treatment for Lenkah?
My team is working on some experimental avenues,
but there is no treatment, as of yet,
which is troubling, given that the virus has
a 95% mortality rate.
VERA: But, uh, just because
someone might've been exposed,
that 95% doesn't apply to everyone, right?
Oh, it's highly unlikely that you were exposed
to anything other than the common cold
back there in the lobby.
People hear about a case, and
they become paranoid that they have symptoms.
The same thing happened in Mexico.
She ain't talking about us.
We got co-workers Polanco breathed on.
HARDING: Oh.
Yes, well, that is a horse of a different color.
BRIGADIER GENERAL: This could be an act of bioterrorism.
We need to take steps to secure the base.
Listen, friend, we don't know much about Lenkah,
but we estimate an R-naught of 19
with an incubation period of two to 12 hours.
That means that one person
has the potential to infect 19 others,
and symptoms show up quick. If...
if this is the start of an outbreak,
it's gonna go far beyond Pendleton.
How the hell do we spin this?
How the hell did the press get
ahold of it in the first place?
Wheeler, you were given strict orders
not to let your people talk to anyone outside the--
Sir, I gave my people instructions.
I guarantee they followed them to the letter.
It's possible the victim tipped someone off
before he came to NIS.
You need to plug your leak, Cliff.
-I don't have a leak, Connie. -CONNIE: Mm-hmm.
FRANKS: All right, enough.
Got a team at NIS, a team at Daly's.
Someone here best tell me what to do to get them home.
The first step is to confirm
that this is indeed Lenkah.
I can lead a team in to extract a sample from Polanco,
but I need some time to properly mitigate the risk.
How much time do we have?
Polanco was infected last night,
he had a clean bill of health. (sighs)
Lenkah would take approximately one week
from the time of infection to kill a healthy 30-year-old male.
Who would have access to a dang virus?
Did Polanco's parents give us anything?
I still couldn't get ahold of them.
Polanco's the same.
His breathing is more labored.
Uh, your dog's still out there trying to watch over him.
Yeah, I told him he's got to stay up here to be safe.
I mean, we were all exposed anyway, right?
Doesn't really matter if we wear masks
or how far we stay away now.
Well, Gibbs feels better with us up here.
Where is he?
Press is reporting what happened,
so we got the go-ahead to call our families.
We're taking turns.
Oh, uh, Mary Jo and Kowalski called.
Uh, Kowalski wants you to secure
the chain of custody for all the evidence.
I did that already. What's he think? I'm incompetent?
I know, Mary Jo was acting like I'm incompetent, too.
DIANE (over phone): I turned on the TV
-Diane.... -It's-it's on every channel. Oh, my God.
Are you, are you feeling sick?
Diane, I'm fine. It's gonna be fine.
It's not fine.
It's not fine. (crying)
Leroy?
People are depending on me.
Everyone's depending on me.
(sighs)
Then they're in good hands.
(Gary barking)
I got to go. Love you.
(barking loudly)
-HERM: What's going on, Gary? -(whines)
-Gary! -(Gary barking)
GAIL: Gibbs.
Stay here.
(Gary continues barking)
(whines)
-GIBBS: Stay. Stay, stay. -(monitor flatlining)
-GIBBS: Stay there, bud. Hey. -WESLEY: 17, 18, 19, 20.
21, 22, 23...
-What's happening? -WESLEY: Cardiac arrest.
27, 28, 29, 30.
Checking for pulse.
HERM: You got one?
(sighs)
GIBBS: Oh, come on. No.
Come on, come on.
Come on, Brian.
Come on, buddy!
Wake up!
WESLEY: Gibbs.
Gibbs, he's gone.
He's gone.
HERM: We tried, Gibbs.
We tried.
(Wesley exhales sharply)
HERM: Man, you okay?
GIBBS: Wesley?
WESLEY: I can't breathe.
-(panting) -HERM: Aw hell.
He must've caught it.
GIBBS: It's okay. Calm down.
-(labored breathing) -GIBBS: Hey...
HERM: Gibbs! Don't touch him.
He has the virus. Gibbs!
Okay, listen. We got news. It's not great.
Just-- But just remember,
we're putting together a team, and-and we-we...
Polanco's dead. Paramedic Wesley's showing symptoms.
(laughter, overlapping chatter over phone)
Y'all going looney over there?
-Here we go, here we go. -They're drunk.
-Oh, no. -(laughter)
JJ, Carl, and Smitty are being idiots.
That don't sound like Smitty.
They think they're gonna die, Mike.
Now's not the time to judge.
Is Gibbs...
Is anyone else showing symptoms?
-FRANKS: Just the paramedic. -VERA: Listen.
Dr. Harding thought Polanco would have a week
before the virus killed him.
Could be this isn't Lenkah at all.
LALA: Or it could be a worse strain.
Look, we're gonna get answers.
The disease doc's coming over.
Her and Tango are gonna call Gibbs and Herm,
tell them how to take a sample.
What? I thought Dr. Harding was leading a team in to do it.
VERA: That's when we thought it was Lenkah.
If it's something else,
we don't know what could be released
when they cut into the lung.
Since, uh, Gibbs and Herm
have already been exposed...
But if it's that dangerous,
shouldn't someone with medical...
What about the paramedic?
He ain't in no shape.
He quarantined himself in the kitchen.
Mike?
Dr. Harding wants forensics to sign off on these orders
once they get the sample.
Okay, listen, Lala,
I want you staying positive, you hear me?
I mean, from what I saw from Gibbs today,
solid set of cojones developing on that one. (chuckles)
I mean, nothing on par with yours,
-but, uh, still. -Keep me in the loop, okay?
VERA: You got it.
(cheering, laughter)
-JJ: Justice for Smitty. -(cheering)
Hey. Randy moved your board back there.
He said he couldn't concentrate with the Three Stooges.
(laughter continues)
Oh, holy mother. That's a lot.
Wait, um, so the paramedic
is too sick to take the sample?
Give me a quarter, I need to call Gibbs.
I'm not using the bar phone. I need privacy.
He's in charge over there. He's probably freaking out.
I got to give him an inspirational talk.
Yeah, I-I don't, I don't have a quarter.
Listen, I finally got ahold of Polanco's mom. Lala.
I don't have a quarter.
Polanco's mom said he had no enemies.
The only thing I got from her
is that he was taking a cooking class.
-(scoffs) -RANDY: Which...
Anyone got a frickin' quarter?
-MEN: No! -(laughter)
(phone ringing)
-Yeah, Gibbs. -LALA: Gibbs.
It's Lala.
I just kicked the hell out of the cigarette machine
until a quarter came out so I could call you.
MAN (over radio): AJ-28. Dark Days, do you copy?
-LALA: What? -Sorry.
It's the paramedic's radio. Hang on.
(radio shuts off)
Okay.
-You got an update? -What?
Uh, no. I, uh... I-I just...
I heard about how you gotta take a sample
-from Polanco's lung. -Yeah.
I was gonna give you an inspirational speech.
But I guess that's not really my thing.
Lucky I'm not the one in charge over there, huh?
(chuckles)
You think I should give an inspirational speech?
(chuckling): I don't know!
Probably.
Um...
Listen...
I...
I should go.
Randy's been super needy.
Okay.
-Lala-- -(dial tone sounding)
HERM: Gibbs!
Gary's sick! He's got the virus!
I-I walked in,
-he was layin' here. -(whining)
-His breathing is shallow. -We gotta do mouth-to-mouth.
What the heck? He smells like onions.
Onions? Nah, he...
Oh, no. No!
-What? -No, no.
-No! -GIBBS: What?
Hell nah.
-Come on, what happened? -He didn't catch the virus,
he ate the dang onion.
NADIA: What's going on? We heard yelling.
Go get me some hydrogen peroxide.
-What? -Now!
We need Gary to drink it to make him throw up.
Wesley's kit is on my desk.
Go! Come on, hurry up.
What are you doing with a crate of onions in here?
Evidence. Some dude was using 'em to smuggle coke.
GIBBS: What, he ate cocaine, too?
Nah, dude, we took the drugs out.
Aren't onions poisonous to dogs?
Yeah, and they're gonna kill him
if we can't get him to puke 'em out.
Where's the hydrogen peroxide?
NADIA: There wasn't any in Wesley's kit.
Check the first aid kits. Uh...
kitchen under the sink, bathrooms, Mary Jo's desk. Go!
(Gary whines)
You're okay, bud. You're gonna be okay.
There was nothing in MJ's desk.
This was in the kitchen,
but there's no label on it.
-Oh! -GAIL: Come on!
-You guys okay? -Gibbs!
Sorry about this, buddy. Come on, open up.
-(Gary whimpering) -Oh... I'm sorry, pal.
(panting)
Never knew it could come out of both ends with
that kind of velocity.
My dog ate four onions once, when I was a kid.
That's how you knew what to do?
You're a hero, man.
You saved his life.
(sighs)
I'll check on Wesley.
Then I'll give an inspirational speech...
(Herm chuckles)
...and you and me will get that lung sample.
* *
Is that for Carl or JJ?
-Carl. -No, no.
Carl's like a dog. He can't do onions.
I'm telling you, if folks aren't fed right, things go wrong.
I can guarantee Gail's not keeping them fed
and hydrated over there.
Mary Jo, we did what we could, and we raised them right.
Now, all we can do is hope they fly.
Nadia, pass around some granola bars, please.
If folks aren't fed right, things go wrong.
Wesley's still in the kitchen. He doesn't look good.
HERM: So we ready to get the sample, then?
We got everything we need in here?
CBRN is two minutes out.
I'll have them wait outside the main doors
for the sample handoff.
Nadia will give them the quickest route to forensics.
Look...
I know we're all wishing we were someplace else,
but we're not.
We're here, and we're all we got.
Whatever it takes to get this sample,
whatever it tells us, whatever happens in the end,
we're gonna know we did everything we could
for each other.
That means something.
Let's light it up, boss.
(phone rings)
Gail...
Hold our calls.
* *
-Dammit, what the hell is that? -HERM: (stammers) Yo, yo. This don't look right.
GIBBS: What do you want me to do? You want me to stop?
HERM: You're gonna pop something in there,
and we'll get sprayed with poison, dude.
GIBBS: We don't feel right about this.
HARDING (over phone): If you made the incision
in the fourth
intercostal space...
GIBBS (over phone): We don't know what that means.
Okay, take a breath.
It's the space between the fourth and fifth ribs.
We're confident you have that part right.
Are you pulling open enough muscle tissue
to see the outside of the lung?
HERM: I don't know, lady. All I see is bloody lasagna.
TANGO: Gibbs, listen to me.
Once you cut into the lung, we need you to be quick.
We don't want you overexposed to whatever gasses are expelled.
Get the sample
-and get out of there. -Doc,
I don't know what the hell I'm looking at here.
VERA: Is this the lung?
-This what they're looking for? -Yes.
-Hey, hey, Herm? -HERM: What?
Do you remember when I took you out on the Harley last week,
and there was this guy on a Yamaha
in front of us at the light?
A-And you were like,
"Whoa, that guy should be wearing a helmet,"
and I said he should at least be wearing a hat because
his head was all sweaty and-and he was bald,
-and he was getting sunburned. -HERM: Uh, yeah?
The lung looks just like that guy's bald head.
Same shade of pink
and-and shiny and smooth
and unattractive.
HERM: Okay, I-I think I see it.
-It's that. -GIBBS: That thing?
HERM: Yeah, it looks like a white dude's sunburned head, don't it?
GIBBS: Hold your breath. I'm going on three.
-One. -Oh, Lord, please do not
squirt poison in my face. Please.
-GIBBS: Two. -Please don't let us die.
Please don't let us die. Please don't let us die.
-GIBBS: Three. -(Herm inhales)
Well, props to Gibbs and Herm.
Did a masterful job with this extraction.
Okay. Sample's officially secured.
We take these things off now?
Well, the sample was exposed to the air earlier
when we put it in the ELISA.
We'll decontaminate after we get the results.
Can we take the suits off or not, Woodrow?
No!
How much longer does this thing take to cook?
We've been waiting forever.
Is the suit hurting your back?
Uh, Vera called ahead,
told us to be sensitive to your, um, aging body.
WOODY: I-I-I'm sorry, I-I-I got to say.
You know... (stammers) What is with all the self-absorption
happening here, Michael?
You know, we all know you're getting older.
Okay? We could see your hairline.
There are people dying over here, pal.
You're the ones that brought this up.
-Ooh. -No.
No, no, no. Phil, let me.
I did all the legwork.
No. Okay, no. Okay? We talked about this.
I get first dibs on all high-level test results.
PHIL: (scoffs) Wow. Well, don't expect me
to share my Corn Nuts with you later.
WOODY: This is not a match.
Sample's negative for Lenkah.
So this ain't got nothing to do with what happened in Mexico?
PHIL: Eh, could be a match to one of these other standard curves.
I got it.
This is it.
The sample tested positive for one of the world's
most lethal substances.
Botulism toxin? Damn.
Crazy fact, you know,
some nutsos started injecting small amounts of this stuff
into their face to stop wrinkles. (chuckles)
Oh, Franks, maybe that could make you feel less old.
WOODY: He's kidding. Okay?
There is no way that injecting this deadly toxin
into your face is gonna catch on with the masses.
Who's got access to this?
Chemical labs, cosmetics companies.
Yeah, it's not so easy to aerosolize.
No kidding. Yeah, whoever did this
had to have intimate knowledge of the toxin.
Yeah, and if they have the capability to make more,
I mean, this could definitely start
a humungous bioterrorism attack.
Oh, yeah, this could take down everything.
I mean, one bit of good news, though.
(chuckles)
Guys, we're okay!
It's not contagious!
-What? -GIBBS: It's not Lenkah.
-It's something else. -NADIA: What is it?
GIBBS: Something that freezes wrinkles.
The lockdown is lifted. Call Daly's, let 'em know.
Wesley!
It's not Lenkah!
(Wesley whimpering)
(rattles doorknob)
Wesley?
(doorknob rattling)
GIBBS: Wesley?
(Wesley whimpers)
Wesley. Did you hear me? The test came back.
It's not contagious.
(labored breathing) The test is wrong. I can't breathe.
No, you couldn't have caught anything from Polanco.
It must be something else. All right.
-No, no. -I'm calling someone to come check you out.
No, this is Lenkah.
It's gonna spread. You-you can't lift the lockdown.
-We're already doing it. Hey. -You can't.
Hey! We-we have to stay in here.
It's gonna spread!
-Hey, hey! -We're all gonna die!
-Herm! -We're all gonna die!
Gibbs, where are you?!
Gibbs!
Are you okay?
Yeah. Are you?
-(door opens) -RANDY: Sweet Moses,
it's good to be back.
Hey, did y'all call your families?
Junie was so frickin' relieved.
Herm, you let Grandma know we're good?
-Heck yeah, I did. -RANDY: Gibbs, you call Diane?
-Yeah. -Awesome.
Everybody, get in here.
Let's go. We got to keep moving.
Whoever infected Polanco could be planning another attack.
LALA: What do we have?
Aw, damn it, we moved the board upstairs.
Oh, did you need your board, Gibbs? Here you go.
MARY JO: Dang, Gail.
And they look hydrated, too.
NADIA AND GAIL: Mary Jo!
-GAIL: We missed you so much. -LALA: Is that the paramedic?
-Yeah. -Where is he?
HERM: He's in holding. The medic said that the symptoms
-are all in his head. -No way.
Yeah, guy spent all his free time talking on his radio
with a group called Dark Days.
They're a bunch of conspiracy theorist guys.
HERM: We heard some of them on the radio when we were
taking the lung sample.
Y'all should've seen us pull that off, by the way.
GIBBS: Yeah, group's been going nuts
with theories since the whole Lenkah thing in Mexico.
Their specialty is stuff that can kill you.
Wesley overrode an ambulance that was closer to us
when he heard what Polanco's symptoms were.
So he thought it could be Lenkah,
and he wanted to report to this conspiracy group?
He was the leak to the press.
-(door opens) -VERA: Yo.
I have never been so happy to see you jokers.
RANDY: Come on, let's go, it's a group hug.
-Come on. Group hug. -All right, let's go. We got to get moving on this.
Franks is headed back to the hospital
to see if Dr. Harding can find out how someone
can get access to botulism toxin.
What else?
Roy, you got something, or are you having
another one of your woodworking fantasies?
We got a line to a whole group of people
that sit around and obsess over stuff that can kill you.
WOMAN (over radio): Oh, yeah, I know about botulism.
That stuff will kill you so fast,
but it can also get rid of wrinkles,
so... frickin' Swiss Army knife of toxins, you know?
Have you looked into places that work with it?
You bet your ass I have.
Let me get my notebook.
Is there anywhere else beside a university you can think of?
MAN (over radio): So you're aware, an improperly stored potato
-is also extremely lethal. -(laughs)
Gail, get a list of folks who had access
to the testing lab at the university.
GAIL: On it.
Directory of employees from Vital Works Cosmetics,
the place suggested by the very first radio nut you talked to.
Sir, I only need to know about the botulism toxin.
Because this is a fact: rags covered in linseed oil
can spontaneously combust when left in a pile.
LALA: Okay, trying other channels.
Hello, anyone out there on Dark Days?
Gail, run down these names of the folks that had
lab access at that cosmetics company.
Mary Granger, Elliot Thorpe,
-Christopher Crawford... -Wait, wait, wait, uh, Elliot Thorpe?
Vera, you got something?
Uh, Elliot Thorpe, uh...
Yes, he was at the hospital.
He was afraid he was gonna die of Lenkah.
He kept asking me and Franks to tell his wife he loved her.
If he's the one that sprayed Polanco,
it'd make sense he thought he might have breathed it in,
-infected himself. -Randy, call the hospital.
I anticipated your request. I'm on with them already.
VERA: I'll get word to Franks.
He's at the hospital talking to Dr. Harding.
GAIL: I got confirmation.
Elliot Thorpe was seen by a doctor.
He was released a few minutes ago.
-Let's go. -Let's go.
Yes, uh, I need to speak
to NIS Agent Michael Franks. It's urgent.
FRANKS: Elliot Thorpe!
Stop! NIS!
(car horn honking)
-Stop. (grunts) -(woman grunts)
Elliot Thorpe!
(grunting)
Mr. Thorpe,
ain't no use in running from a man with boots and a badge.
Dr. Harding said everyone that came
to the ER with symptoms is cleared.
-It was all mass paranoia. -HERM: Still,
-shower's gonna feel good today. -(Mary Jo laughs)
I'm gonna take two.
-Thank you. -All right.
Glad y'all are here.
Thorpe is in holding.
Got a full confession on the ride back,
so that plus my Dukes of Hazzard takedown
and my great one-liner about the boots and the badge,
safe to say ol' Mikey's still got it.
(cheering, laughter)
Oh, yeah? Did you happen to get a "why" from Thorpe?
Yeah, his wife met Polanco at a cooking class,
started banging him.
-Ooh. -Jealous husband kills wife's lover.
After all that, I thought it'd be more original.
DALTON: Morning, people.
FYI, Kowalski called cocktails for tonight.
You all didn't get enough last night?
Carl's on duty, so he's out.
What's with all the towels?
Is that the same suit you were wearing yesterday?
Yeah, I was on night duty.
Easiest shift ever. I spent all night down in my office,
not one call came in.
GAIL: Oh, my God, I know we call him Dalton Basement,
and I did clear the building,
but I do tend to forget his office is down here.
DALTON: Wait, so you
didn't have the calls forwarded to my line?
Well, Gail,
it was a good run while it lasted.
DALTON: Did something happen last night?
What did I miss?
Hey, Lala.
You mind, um, telling Kowalski I'm gonna be late tonight?
-Why? Where you going? -I have a thing.
-What thing? -It's nothing.
You're never late to K-Cocktails.
(mumbles): I don't know.
(gasps)
-Well played, Bernard. -Okay.
You tell me yours first.
Why'd you miss Cheers?
I've been hanging out with this guy. (sighs)
I don't know.
I really like him.
Oh, crap. (sighs)
Does his name rhyme with "Meroy Bibbs"?
-Lala, he is married. -No.
No. No.
His name's... Johnny.
That's great. It's a... manly name.
Why is it a big secret?
Come on. Your turn. Spill it.
Why are you gonna be late, Bernard?
And then
he tells me he's taking a stand-up comedy class.
-(both laugh) -That's his secret.
Oh, I... I can't think of anything
that makes me happier than the idea
of Randy onstage telling jokes.
(both laugh)
So I'm Johnny now, huh?
What are you gonna tell Flaco my name is?
I don't talk to Flaco about important stuff.
-NIS AGENTS: * Sometimes in our lives * -You got to go tonight?
-(laughs) -* We all have pain *
* We all have sorrow *
* But if we are wise *
* We know that there's *
* Always tomorrow *
* Lean on me... *
OLDER GIBBS: Kowalski was right about what he saw
out his evidence room window.
The office was a living, breathing thing.
* Carry on... *
It was a family.
* It won't be long... *
SMITTY: Gibbs, how you doing?
Upgrade from last night, huh?
* To lean on... *
RANDY: Lala.
-I beat you here. -(screams)
(laughter)
* If I have things *
FRANKS: Probie.
* You need to borrow *
(Vera cheers)
* For no one... *
Kowalski says, after last night,
you got your eyes set on team leader someday.
* That you won't let... *
Hey. You'd make a damn good one.
RANDY: Leroy Gibbs and Michael Franks.
Please report to the stage for a group hug.
* I'll help you... *
Boss, I'm not taking no for an answer.
-Come on! -(laughter, cheering)
* Till I'm gonna need *
* Somebody to lean on... *
Come on, Gary, our people are waiting.
* On me, brother *
* When you need a hand *
* We all need somebody *
* To lean on... *
OLDER GIBBS: That crazy night in lockdown-- it changed me.
* That you'll understand... *
From that night on, I knew I had what it took.
I didn't know how or when I would get there,
but I knew that someday I would lead the charge.
I'd have my own team, and they would call me "boss,"
and I would see them just like this,
just like a family...
a family that I would protect...
-* Somebody to lean on. * -...no matter what.
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