Programa de TV: NCIS - 20x22
McGEE: Looks like our killer was doing some research on Russia before the victim showed up.
Global chaos, revenge...
was pretty much all Yuri ever talked about.
McGEE: NCIS, come out of the shower.
Yuri.
You know his mission?
Something that falls into the category of weapons of mass destruction.
VANCE: But Yuri is more than happy to go to prison, taking his secrets with him.
(buzzer sounds) (man speaking indistinctly over speakers) Oh.
Better not be overcooked this time.
It's not.
Hey, hey, you forgetting something?
MAN (over speakers): Key block on the gate.
Thank you, Otis.
(buzzer sounds) (inmates whistling) (cell doors rattling) (indistinct shouting) (inmates shouting, whistling) (whistling) (rattling) (shouting continues) (man shouts in Spanish) (whistling continues) I said no new neighbors.
There's nothing I can do about it, man.
There's overcrowding on every block.
I kept that cell empty as long as I could.
I'm sorry, Yuri.
Not as sorry as you will be if he snores.
(man speaking indistinctly over speakers) You hear that, my friend?
You better hope you do not snore.
♪ ♪ Thanks for the update, Warden.
How's Torres doing?
Made it through the night.
Any contact with Yuri yet?
Knowing Torres, he was probably trying to get intel about the terrorist attack the moment he got there.
He'll certainly have his opportunities.
He's in the cell directly across from Yuri.
Isn't that a little risky?
VANCE: Yes, it is.
Whole op is risky, not to mention rushed.
We know, but given the circumstances, there was no other option.
Which is why I approved it, but it doesn't mean I'm happy about it.
His cover identity was thrown together way too quickly.
We've combed through it, Director, and it seems...
solid.
Emmanuel "Manny" Delgado, 38, serving ten years for armed robbery.
All prior arrests, bank accounts, and addresses have been fully vetted and backstopped.
VANCE: He didn't have much time to memorize it all.
He's a quick study.
Well, he better be.
Is the warden our only point of contact?
Yeah.
(sighs) Not even the prison guards know that Torres is undercover.
So if things go sideways, he's on his own in there.
McGEE: Yes, but we have eyes on him.
Kasie got approval to wire into the prison security cameras.
KNIGHT: Plus, we've been authorized to activate the prison's alarm in case of an emergency.
All right, now that we've got Yuri covered, what do we know about his father?
Kostya Valkov.
Ex-KGB, current oligarch, he has close ties with both the Russian mafia and the Kremlin.
We believe he's the mastermind behind the impending attack.
Do we know his whereabouts?
He's safely insulated in his Moscow compound.
We can't get to him, which is why we're going after his son.
So it's Yuri or bust.
Maybe not.
Remember Evelyn Shaw?
One of the four Russian spies tied to Kostya.
Didn't you take a run at her already and get nowhere?
Yeah, but her circumstances recently changed.
Her bunkmate tried to kill her last night.
We think Kostya ordered the hit.
And it turns out that Yuri went to go visit Evelyn in prison two weeks ago.
And we know that Yuri likes to talk a lot, and maybe he said too much.
Which would make her a loose end that, uh, Kostya would want tied up.
If she knows something, offer her a sweetheart deal.
Get her to talk.
(man speaking indistinctly over speakers) (knocking rhythmically) (bell rings in distance) Can I help you?
You don't talk much, do you...
Delgado?
Best way to get by in here.
You do not snore either.
That's good.
So far, I have no complaints.
Wish I could say the same about you.
You were sawing logs all night.
(chuckles) Do you know who you're talking to?
Mm-hmm.
A guy with, uh, sleep apnea?
Get it under control.
Or I'll control it for you.
(laughing) You know, you have big, uh...
Mangoes?
Yes.
Well, finally something we could agree on.
I think I like you.
I hope you don't make me change my mind.
And what would happen if you do?
Ask around, my friend.
You got a death wish, bro?
I appreciate you looking out, but I can take care of myself.
Ain't no one looking out for your well-being.
I was only sitting, like, three feet away, and I ain't trying to get caught up in no beatdowns.
Them Russian boys don't play.
Hi again, Evelyn.
How you doing?
Oh, I've been better.
Mm, yeah.
Heard you had a rough go of it last night.
What happened?
My bunkie tried to kill me.
Oh.
Well, that's not very good.
No.
It is not.
Why do you think she attacked you out of the blue like that?
Maybe she's just mean.
I think Kostya Valkov paid her to get rid of you because you know too much.
I'm not gonna talk about Kostya.
Why?
Because he'll have me killed if I do.
Oh, he'll have you killed regardless.
As soon as you go back to the prison, you're as good as dead.
But you already know that.
You're mean, too.
Have you ever heard of the Witness Protection Program?
You...
you can get me in that?
Mm.
Arrangements have already been made.
All you have to do is tell me whatever it is you know about the attack that Kostya's planning.
I'll get my own house?
Some-someplace where Kostya can never find me?
A beautiful cottage in Culpeper.
Pickleball capital of Virginia.
Pickleball?
Everyone loves pickleball.
Even Russian spies.
First, you-you have to understand that what I'm about to tell you I had nothing to do with at all...
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Skip ahead.
Yuri visited me a couple weeks ago.
He was bragging about some really huge attack that his father was planning.
When is it happening?
I don't know the exact day, but very soon.
He said the wheels are already in motion.
And what else did he say?
That-that's it.
(sighs) I swear.
Okay, you can't possibly think that you're gonna get a free home and lifelong pickleball with just that.
Wait.
Wait, you-you can't send me back to prison-- I'll be killed.
Oh, that's not my problem.
Please, Agent Knight, I told you everything I know.
Besides, can't the undercover agent you have in Yuri's prison figure the rest out?
What makes you think we have an undercover agent in with Yuri?
One of my guards is on Kostya's payroll.
Said there's a Fed in Yuri's prison, which means there might be one in mine, too.
If Evelyn knows about Torres...
It's likely Yuri does, too.
Get his ass out of there.
Now.
How old are you, man?
18 last month.
Why?
Damn, you're barely old enough to drive.
Why are you in here?
Long story.
Oh, okay, sorry, you got someplace to be?
(chuckles) (clears throat) I got, uh, pinched for fraud.
But I didn't do it.
Oh, of course you didn't.
Didn't you know that everyone here is innocent?
No, no, for real, bro.
Look, I-I was, I was, like, set up or something.
I woke up to cops busting down my door and...
(chuckles) I don't think your pal likes me.
I don't understand why.
I'm friend to everyone.
Except for rats.
(sniffing) Do you smell that, Delgado?
No, the only thing I smell is him.
I believe I once read in your National Graphic magazine that rats cannot smell their own scent.
Oh, what a cute little nugget of information.
Isn't it?
Did I say that you could sit?
No.
You did not.
(phone buzzing) Pardon me.
(tsking) No, no, no, no, my friend.
It is very rude to look at someone else's texts.
I wasn't looking at your texts.
I was wondering how you smuggled a phone into prison.
A little gift?
From your daddy?
So you do know who I am.
All you do is talk about how special you are, and how your dad is this big Russian mobster, who I've never even heard of.
That may change very soon.
Another little special nugget.
You prefer me to be more direct with you?
I know that there is a rat in this prison.
And I'm sensing that rat is you.
What did you just say?
Sit down, rat.
Oh, you do talk.
I thought you just stood there like a big bitch.
(grunting) Ow!
If you ever call me a rat again, you're next.
(man groaning) And your daddy is not going to save you.
Delgado, you got a visitor!
(man crying) (sniffling) OTIS: The hell happened here?
(man grunting) He slipped.
Delgado, lawyer's here, let's go.
We will finish our chat later.
(buzzer sounds) MAN (over speakers): Visitor for Emmanuel Delgado window 27.
(knocking) (bell ringing) (bangs) What are you doing here?
Pulling you out.
What?
No, you're not.
We think Yuri knows that there's a...
A rat?
Yeah, I'm getting that vibe.
What happened?
Did he come at you?
Yeah, and he wasn't subtle either.
But, uh...
I think I bought myself some time.
How?
I beat the crap out of his muscle.
Big bastard and mean as hell but I think it's a good plan.
Really?
Well, I said good plan, not perfect plan.
The rules are different around here, Parker.
Yuri accused me of being a rat and only a rat would take that lying down.
So I did what I had to do.
So, you're thinking that fighting maybe convinced him that you're not the rat?
No, but it's a step in the right direction.
Now, convincing him, that's gonna take more time.
You don't have it.
Says who?
Says Vance.
He's pulling the plug.
MAN (over speakers): Visitor for Reymundo De Leon, window 24.
Manny.
You hearing me, Delgado?
Yeah, yeah, I hear you, but I'm not leaving.
There's too much at stake.
And Yuri doesn't know it's me.
Even still, he knows there's a mole now which means the chance of getting any intel is slim and none.
BX9-3-10-64.
It's the serial number to a burner phone.
Yuri has been texting someone, probably daddy.
BX9-31064.
You know, you could've just told me you had that as soon as you sat down.
Yeah, but what is the fun of that?
I'm glad you're enjoying yourself.
So, you'll talk to Vance?
Hey, Parker...
you're a hell of an attorney.
(talking low, indistinctly) (buzzer sounds) (knocking on door) Thank you, Judge.
Please email that to me as soon as you sign it.
Yes, ma'am, trap warrant is coming through as we speak.
Okay, thank you.
Phone company is sending over a copy of every text Yuri's burn phone has sent or received in the past week.
We don't think Yuri'd be dumb enough to discuss details of the terror attack over text, do we?
(computer chirping) Well, we are about to find out.
The logs from the phone company just came through.
Anyone speak Russian?
Internet does.
Translating now.
So, the text it's just a series of numbers?
Maybe it didn't translate right.
No, unfortunately, it did.
The texts are all written in code.
Can you crack it?
Do I have a choice?
Not if we want to save the country.
In that case, I better start.
(buzzer sounds) (inmates chattering) MAN (over speaker): Attention in the yard.
Attention in the yard.
All work dockets now being collected...
MAN: Delgado.
Boss wants you to write on this your full name, date of your birth, and social security number.
You're kidding, right?
Also, name of school you went to.
For my master's or my Ph.D.?
You a doctor?
Yeah, I got a doctorate on boosting Brink's trucks.
You're making joke.
Very funny.
I'm not laughing.
Please.
We have to run identity check.
This no big deal.
Unless, you have something to hide.
This is a waste of time, if you ask me.
I did not ask.
And I bet there isn't even a rat in here.
That is wager you would lose.
Everybody knows in here that Yuri confessed to murdering that dude.
Mm, this is true.
Cops got them dead to rights.
He's already screwed.
Also true.
So, why would the cops bother putting an undercover in here?
(chuckles) You all have something else cooking in here, don't you?
Nothing is cooking.
Well, then there is no rat.
We know for fact there is.
How?
Because we have special source, Delgado.
Let me guess?
Yuri's daddy?
There's nothing more dangerous...
than blind loyalty.
When it comes to Kostya Valkov, anything but loyalty is suicide.
Russian made surface-to-air missiles.
Strike range, 25 kilometers with a warhead up to 60 kilograms.
(stops video) That's Kostya Valkov selling arms to a guy he thinks is a member of Al-Qaeda, but who's actually MI5.
How'd you get this?
I didn't.
Ducky reached out to an old connection for us.
Dr.
Mallard, good to see you again.
Likewise, Director.
I just wish it weren't under these circumstances.
Yeah, you and me both.
So, if this was an undercover sting operation, how is Kostya not in prison?
Oh, he was serving a life sentence, but he was released after a few years.
Let me guess.
Another prisoner swap?
Indeed.
Which explains why Yuri acts so untouchable.
He thinks his father can convince the Kremlin to make a swap for him, too.
They may not need to.
He might just walk right out in the middle of the chaos.
What are you talking about?
McGEE: We cracked the code on Yuri and Kostya's texts.
It's a numeric cypher based on a Cold War era...
Tim.
Right, doesn't matter.
What matters is that we have figured out how Kostya's planning on attacking us.
He's targeting the U.S.
power grid.
Which sector?
All of them.
His plan is to knock out electricity to the whole country.
We're talking widespread outages for weeks, if not months.
And how exactly is he planning to pull this off?
Could be a computer virus, an electromagnetic pulse, even...
small arms fire at key substations.
We're vulnerable to all of it.
The DoD refers to this kind of attack as a Black Sky event.
And the simulations that they've run, the potential consequences are terrifying.
We're talking complete loss of communication, shutdown of all the food supply chains, all critical infrastructures grinding to a halt.
Basically, a total breakdown of society as we know it.
(inmates chattering) You are dead man.
TORRES: You really want to do this?
'Cause it didn't work out too well for you last time.
YURI: Not yet, Boris.
I'd like to question him first before you kill him.
TORRES: What do you want to know now?
My mother's maiden name?
Why don't we start with your name first?
Oh, I see?
You can't read.
Emmanuel Del-- Your real name.
That is my real name.
And where do you claim to have attended school?
Saint Barnaby's in Miami.
Which, if you bothered to look, I wrote on your dumbass sheet.
I did look.
And I checked.
Saint Barnaby's High has no records of you.
What does that mean, Boris?
It means I get to kill him now.
Or it means that you two geniuses checked out the wrong school.
There are two Saint Barnaby's in Miami.
I went to Saint Barnaby's Reform School, not the Catholic high school.
Why should I trust this?
You don't have to trust it.
You can look it up for yourself.
He is lying, Yuri.
I hope you're sure because if you are not and you kill me...
the real rat lives and your daddy will be super pissed, don't you think?
If you are lying to me, I'll make sure Boris guts you slowly.
Well, I'm not so sure it's gonna play out that way.
I guess we'll never know...
...because I'm not lying.
What's with the look, McGee?
What look?
The "refusing to blink until you figure something out" look.
I'm just trying to break down what these latest texts between Yuri and Kostya might mean.
New texts?
Why didn't you tell me?
I guess I was too busy not blinking.
Take a look at this-- Yuri texts his dad asking for an update on something called "Anastasia."
Kostya doesn't seem too happy about it.
Do you think Anastasia is their code word for the attack?
I'm not sure, but I don't think we're gonna be getting too much more intel from these text messages.
Vance wants us all up in MTAC.
Who are we briefing?
CIA, DoD, NSA, and any other agency with three letters.
I called the Department of Energy to warn them about the attack.
And?
Well, they said even with the heads-up, there's no way they could safeguard five million miles of power lines.
Lovely.
(sighs) (phone ringing) It's Torres.
You go ahead, tell Vance I'll be right in.
WOMAN: This is a collect call from inmate Manny Delgado.
Yeah, operator, I'll, uh, I'll accept.
Delgado, you okay?
Yeah, for now.
I need a favor, though.
Name it.
Yuri knows Delgado didn't go to Saint Barnaby's High in Miami.
How?
He get a hold of a yearbook?
I wouldn't doubt it.
He's resourceful, to say the least.
I know you don't want to hear this, but I think it's time we pull you out...
You're right, I don't want to hear it.
I told him there were two Saint Barnaby's in Miami.
Are there?
No.
I made one up and told him I went to the fake one-- a reform school.
All right, so, what do you want from us?
To build you a school?
No, I need a website.
And make sure Delgado is in the student records.
I need it by 4:00.
That's when the prison turns the Wi-Fi on.
Hang on, hang on.
All right, thank you so much, baby girl.
I love you, too.
(smacks lips) (hangs up phone) (dial tone drones) KASIE: we are barely going to make it with this website.
Uh, it is 3:57, by the way.
I am aware of that, Jimmy.
I'm almost done.
You just focus on your job.
Right.
Uh, okay, Yuri is still in his cell reading.
Uh, Torres is out in the yard pumping iron.
Naturally.
Uh, Boris and Lev, they're in the cafeteria, drinking what appears to be lemonade.
Could be orange juice.
Jimmy, enough.
I don't need the play-by-play.
I'm nervous.
I mean, Nick's life basically depends on whether or not this website passes muster.
And it will, 'cause it's great.
I mean, super legit.
Okay, it might not be perfect, but the prison's Wi-Fi is about to turn on, so it'll have to do.
Okay.
Here goes nothing.
Oh, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait!
Does that say a "reform school for terrible kids"?
Oh, yeah.
It's a placeholder.
I couldn't think of the right word.
Troubled.
The word is "troubled."
Right.
That's much better.
Do you have any other placeholders in there?
Uh, I don't know.
Do we have time to double-check?
Uh...
Yuri is still in his cell, so yeah.
The only computers are in the library, that's on the other wing of the...
Uh-oh.
A tablet?
A guard is bringing a tablet to his cell?
What kind of a sorry excuse for a prison is this?
All right, publish it now, Kase.
Okay.
Okay.
We're live.
Oh, God, please let this work.
(huffs softly) All right, you got it, bro.
(whooshing) Nice.
(chuckles) You're jacked, Delgado.
Especially for an old dude.
(laughs) Thanks, I guess.
Hey, that guy that visited you yesterday?
Yeah.
Who was that?
That's, uh...
my mom's boyfriend.
He's, uh, helping me out with all the legal problems.
Helping you out, huh?
My mom said he's gonna figure out who set me up.
And how's that going?
Honestly, I don't really trust the dude.
It kind of just seems like our lives have gone to hell since they met.
Look, I know you think I'm full of crap, but I really was framed, bro.
I believe you.
For real?
How come?
It's your turn.
Come on.
Get after it.
(grunts) JIMMY: Is he on the website?
Not yet.
How will you know when he's on?
Because I'm the administrator.
I'll be able to see every click.
(computer beeping) Oh.
(sighs) He's on.
Are reform schools allowed to give out students' names?
Uh.
Saint Barnaby's is.
JIMMY: It worked.
(chuckles) (ringing) Kasie, why did you put a "Contact Us" tab on there?
Now he's calling a nonexistent school.
I...
Kasie, you...
(phone ringing) Oh, excuse me, Jimmy, I should take this.
Saint Barnaby's Reform School for Boys.
This is Sister Kasie speaking.
How may I help you?
(man speaking indistinctly over speakers) (inmates chattering) You put M-80s down the toilet?
I phoned Saint Barnaby's.
One of the nuns remembered you.
Sister Kah-see.
Sister Kasie.
Yeah, I remember her.
She told me about the prank you made on Father McGee.
(laughing) Huge toilet explosion.
Yeah, the other sisters didn't think it was quite as funny.
They made my life hell.
Real sisters have a way of doing that, too.
My sister was horrible to me, but I had to take it because she was daddy's little princess.
So, we're good now?
'Cause, if you'll trust me, maybe we can work together.
Okay.
Let's talk.
KASIE: Is it just me or does it actually look like they're getting along?
I mean, Yuri's smiling.
I think it worked.
Wait.
What's that?
It's a shiv.
What is he doing?
Torres just proved that he's not a rat.
KASIE: He's heading right to Nick.
We got-we got to do something.
Um...
Uh, this is all we can do.
(alarm beeping) MAN (over speakers): Lockdown.
Lockdown.
This is an emergency lockdown.
(siren wailing) All inmates remain in place.
Boris, no.
Out of my way, Delgado.
I said move!
Boris, what are you doing?
(grunting) (Yuri coughing) (groans) Son of a b...
(grunts) (groaning) (coughs) I don't care if the prison is in lockdown, Warden.
I want Special Agent Torres released immediately.
Well, then escort him out personally if you have to.
And do it without saying a word to anyone.
Something tells me you've already said enough.
WARDEN: Look, at this point, I just...
Hold on.
What the hell happened?
Kasie and Jimmy saw the whole thing on the prison's security camera.
It was a hit.
By Yuri's own two men.
Any idea of motive?
Not yet.
You think this could somehow be related to Kostya's attack?
I think we need to look into it.
Any chances we can get these two yahoos sent to us?
All right, listen up.
I'm sending two vehicles to the prison.
One for my guy, and one for the two suspects, Boris Popov, Lev Trotski.
Let me see what I can do.
Look, if I have to go all the way up to the BOP director, I will.
Sir, there's no reason for that.
So make it happen.
Now.
Yes, sir.
Chances are good, but we're only gonna get one of the yahoos.
Boris is still unconscious in the infirmary.
And how's Torres?
You can ask him yourself, McGee.
He'll be here in an hour.
Hey.
Welcome back, Nick.
Thank you.
Nick.
You might need stitches there.
Yeah, that's a tomorrow problem.
(engine stops) (scoffs) I knew you were the rat.
No, you didn't.
I would have figured soon enough.
No, you wouldn't have.
I am certain I see you soon, Delgado...
or whatever your name is.
Any clue why he did it?
I got a theory, but I won't know for sure until we get him in the room.
Glad to have you back, Nick.
And I'm sure you're glad to have this back.
Yeah.
Thanks.
See you up there.
You got it.
(recording): Hola, it's Lucia.
Leave a message.
I found him, sis.
You know who I'm talking about.
The bastard's still alive.
And he's still doing it.
I love you.
(sucking) (chuckles) What's that?
A...
a ferret?
No, that is you.
Oh, I'm a ferret?
A rat.
(laughing) You are making a joke at me again.
You believe you are winning.
You're the one in chains.
No, you are the one so far behind in race, you think you are champion.
But you're the one who killed his buddy.
Boss.
Not buddy.
Buddy shares his filet mignon.
Boss makes you watch him eat it.
After so much time, we snap, lash out.
So, you and Boris decided to kill Yuri...
for steak?
Not just steak.
Respect.
You just killed Kostya Valkov's son.
When you go back to prison, he's gonna have you killed.
I am scared of no one.
You know, I keep, uh...
flashing back to something you said in the yard. "
When it comes to Kostya, anything but loyalty is suicide."
See, you're having too much fun to be suicidal, Lev.
I am boring of this.
You want to know what I think?
I think you didn't just lashed out and kill Yuri.
I think you were following orders from Kostya.
'Cause all that matters to Kostya is his attack.
He didn't want his bigmouth son to screw it all up by saying too much to an undercover Fed.
That's how much he hates America.
He sacrificed his own son.
I hate America, too.
Except for one thing.
Your legal protections.
I want lawyer.
If Torres is right, that means that Lev and Kostya have been communicating.
Which means Lev probably knows details about the attack.
(Torres clears throat) Well, he lawyer up faster than I thought.
(phone chimes) Speaking of his lawyer, security says he's at the front gate now.
We didn't even let Lev make a call yet.
PARKER: Someone made a call for him.
It has to be Kostya.
He's covering his bases.
He's making sure Lev doesn't talk either.
If Kostya hired his lawyer, I'll bet you Lev has never met him before.
So?
Call base security, have them delay the lawyer's entrance by ten minutes.
Why?
You still got your briefcase?
How you holding up, Mr.
Trotski?
You are my lawyer?
What do you think?
TORRES: Are we sure this is legal, McGee?
As long as Parker doesn't really say that he's his lawyer, it is legal...
ish.
Any questions for me?
No.
Fair enough.
Just a message from...
you know who.
I do.
Know who.
For Anastasia.
You understand this, yes?
What do you think?
PARKER: RF-20723E What the hell does this mean?
I did a DMV search to rule out the obvious, but it's not a Dodge Challenger license plate.
Well, it's not a license plate at all.
No private or commercial vehicle in the U.S.
has that license number.
He said it was for Anastasia, which we believe is the code name for the attack.
This must be a code, too, like everything else with Kostya.
All right, so let's go with the number.
KNIGHT: 20723.
That is a zip code for Laurel, Maryland.
Any major power stations near Laurel?
Uh, checking now.
Could be a date.
February 7, 2023.
What happened on that day?
Like, in the whole world?
PARKER: Yeah.
All right, McGee, um...
(snapping fingers) RFs, go.
Uh...
right field, radio frequencies, Russian Federation.
Maybe the Challenger that we're looking for is in Russia?
It might take a minute to get into the Russian DMV database.
Mm, don't bother, McGee.
The Challenger isn't a car, it's a plane.
A Bombardier Challenger, and the license plate number is, uh, really the tail number.
Who's it registered to?
KNIGHT: A shell company based in Minsk.
All right, I'm looking at a flight-tracking website, shows this plane took off from Moscow ten hours ago.
Headed where?
There's no flight plan filed, but its current location is 90 miles east of D.C.
and it is descending.
I'll bet you a baklava that Kostya's on that plane.
I'll text Kasie, have her start tracking that plane for us.
All right, good.
Let's gear up.
(electrical crackling) That can't be good.
(power whirring down) (electrical crackling) Look.
It's starting.
(distant sirens wailing) What now?
McGee, how bad is this?
Oh, backup generators just kicked in.
Now we can get a better sense of the scale of the outages.
Phone lines are dead.
No cell service either.
Internet is out, too.
The elevators, the-the computers, pretty much anything with a power switch is useless.
This is exactly what Kostya wanted.
But how did he do it?
It's too widespread for a substation attack, right?
Yeah, and we can rule out an electromagnetic pulse-- we would have noticed the voltage surge.
So what?
Computer virus?
McGEE: It's got to be.
But to disable power to an entire city would take something that has to bypass three levels of 128-bit encryption.
There's really only one type of virus that can do that.
Polymorphic.
Yeah, I have no idea what that is, but it sounds scary.
How do we stop it?
We have to find the host computer and shut it down.
TORRES: Wait, are you saying there's someone at their computer right now, petting a hairless cat while they black out the city?
Pretty much.
We just don't know who.
Well, it can't be Kostya.
He's on a plane.
A plane we cannot track without Internet or cell service.
Yes, we can.
(panting): Sorry.
I just ran up two flights of stairs.
Kasie said we might be able to track the plane using its radio frequency?
All right, let's get in the car, and have Kasie tell us where to go.
Wait, how-how are we gonna do that, uh...?
We don't even have any cell service.
With these.
Max range is only 35 miles, so let's hope he lands close by.
All right, it's a 4,700-mile flight.
That's at the very max of the Bombardier's field range.
Wheels should be down soon.
And we'll be waiting.
Testing, testing, over.
WOMAN (over radio): Total blackouts confirmed in Philadelphia, Baltimore, New York and D.C.
No word yet on the cause, but officials in Boston are bracing...
The virus is taking out the grid, one sector at a time.
KASIE (over radio): Come in, Jess.
You guys need to U-turn as soon as possible.
Over.
Why, what happened?
I accidentally followed the wrong radio signal-- I was chasing an 18-wheeler.
Over.
Kostya must've known he could use the blackout to land undetected.
Why is he coming here at all?
Leaving Russia is such a huge risk.
He's here for Anastasia.
That's the code name for the attack.
Maybe.
Or maybe not.
I mean, for all we know, Anastasia could be a woman.
In Kostya's file, there's no mention of a woman named Anastasia.
There's a lot about Kostya we don't know.
If there is an actual Anastasia, it will be like looking for a needle in a stack of needles.
There's millions of Anastasias in Russia.
Really?
Yeah, they're all named after some old Russian princess.
A princess?
Yeah.
Why?
Yuri has a sister.
He called her "daddy's little princess."
According to Yuri's file, he doesn't have a sister.
According to Yuri, he does.
I may have found Kostya.
I think he just landed at the Harrison Regional Airport.
But it's possible I've been tracking the wrong plane.
Over.
Harrison Airport, found it.
It's in, uh, Culpeper.
We just set up Evelyn Shaw in the witness protection program in a house in Culpeper.
And Evelyn just so happens to be a coding savant who's capable of creating a polymorphic malware virus.
You think Evelyn is Kostya's daughter?
Daddy's little princess?
Forget the airport.
We're going to Evelyn's house.
That's got to be it.
McGee, Knight, go around back.
Torres and I will take the front.
(computer chirping) McGEE: Witness protection marshals.
Both executed.
NCIS!
Hands in the air.
(groaning) It's over, Evelyn!
Idiot.
(gun clicking) Drop your weapon, Evelyn.
(sighs) Just shoot me.
Please.
We're not gonna let you off that easy.
(handcuffs clicking) PARKER: Evelyn Shaw, aka Viktoria Valkov.
VANCE: So, daddy's little princess here was the mastermind behind the attack?
It was more of a father-daughter production.
KNIGHT: Kostya couldn't do it without her coding skills so they staged a fake hit to get her into witness protection.
And Yuri?
After he did his job, he was a liability, therefore, expendable, so he had to go.
He was killed by his own father?
Number one dad he was not.
Wow.
So, what's the status as far as getting the power back on?
McGee's at Evelyn's house with a dozen of the government's best white hat hackers working on it now.
With a little luck, he'll get the evil genie back in the bottle.
And with cell towers down, we can't get an ETA, right?
Wrong.
(clears throat) Mm-mm?
McGee, Vance would like an ETA.
Over.
(machines powering up) Oh.
There you go.
Hey.
Hey...
(laughing) All right.
(computers beeping) VANCE: Back in business.
Disregard that.
Great job, McGee.
Over.
McGEE (over radio): Thanks.
See you guys soon.
So, where's our jailbird?
I think the last few days finally caught up to him.
He said he was gonna go home, sleep in his own bed.
I think he's earned it.
There's a 20-year-old bottle of scotch in my office that's looking for company, if anybody's interested.
Oh, I can't think of a better occasion to crack open that bad boy.
Second that.
VANCE: Good.
Um, I'll meet you guys up there in a minute.
Okay.
(phone whooshes) (crickets chirping) (car approaching) (engine stops, car door opens) (car door closes) (keys jingling) (door opens) (dog barking in distance) (door closes) MAN (chuckles nervously): Hey.
Take whatever you want, all right?
I've got, I've got money, this watch, anything you want.
I'm not here to rob you.
Okay, so why are you here?
You don't know who I am?
No.
Take your time.
It'll come to you.
(gasps softly) Nicky?
Is that you?
Oh, yeah.
I'm not a kid anymore.
Yeah, I-I can see that.
Global chaos, revenge...
was pretty much all Yuri ever talked about.
McGEE: NCIS, come out of the shower.
Yuri.
You know his mission?
Something that falls into the category of weapons of mass destruction.
VANCE: But Yuri is more than happy to go to prison, taking his secrets with him.
(buzzer sounds) (man speaking indistinctly over speakers) Oh.
Better not be overcooked this time.
It's not.
Hey, hey, you forgetting something?
MAN (over speakers): Key block on the gate.
Thank you, Otis.
(buzzer sounds) (inmates whistling) (cell doors rattling) (indistinct shouting) (inmates shouting, whistling) (whistling) (rattling) (shouting continues) (man shouts in Spanish) (whistling continues) I said no new neighbors.
There's nothing I can do about it, man.
There's overcrowding on every block.
I kept that cell empty as long as I could.
I'm sorry, Yuri.
Not as sorry as you will be if he snores.
(man speaking indistinctly over speakers) You hear that, my friend?
You better hope you do not snore.
♪ ♪ Thanks for the update, Warden.
How's Torres doing?
Made it through the night.
Any contact with Yuri yet?
Knowing Torres, he was probably trying to get intel about the terrorist attack the moment he got there.
He'll certainly have his opportunities.
He's in the cell directly across from Yuri.
Isn't that a little risky?
VANCE: Yes, it is.
Whole op is risky, not to mention rushed.
We know, but given the circumstances, there was no other option.
Which is why I approved it, but it doesn't mean I'm happy about it.
His cover identity was thrown together way too quickly.
We've combed through it, Director, and it seems...
solid.
Emmanuel "Manny" Delgado, 38, serving ten years for armed robbery.
All prior arrests, bank accounts, and addresses have been fully vetted and backstopped.
VANCE: He didn't have much time to memorize it all.
He's a quick study.
Well, he better be.
Is the warden our only point of contact?
Yeah.
(sighs) Not even the prison guards know that Torres is undercover.
So if things go sideways, he's on his own in there.
McGEE: Yes, but we have eyes on him.
Kasie got approval to wire into the prison security cameras.
KNIGHT: Plus, we've been authorized to activate the prison's alarm in case of an emergency.
All right, now that we've got Yuri covered, what do we know about his father?
Kostya Valkov.
Ex-KGB, current oligarch, he has close ties with both the Russian mafia and the Kremlin.
We believe he's the mastermind behind the impending attack.
Do we know his whereabouts?
He's safely insulated in his Moscow compound.
We can't get to him, which is why we're going after his son.
So it's Yuri or bust.
Maybe not.
Remember Evelyn Shaw?
One of the four Russian spies tied to Kostya.
Didn't you take a run at her already and get nowhere?
Yeah, but her circumstances recently changed.
Her bunkmate tried to kill her last night.
We think Kostya ordered the hit.
And it turns out that Yuri went to go visit Evelyn in prison two weeks ago.
And we know that Yuri likes to talk a lot, and maybe he said too much.
Which would make her a loose end that, uh, Kostya would want tied up.
If she knows something, offer her a sweetheart deal.
Get her to talk.
(man speaking indistinctly over speakers) (knocking rhythmically) (bell rings in distance) Can I help you?
You don't talk much, do you...
Delgado?
Best way to get by in here.
You do not snore either.
That's good.
So far, I have no complaints.
Wish I could say the same about you.
You were sawing logs all night.
(chuckles) Do you know who you're talking to?
Mm-hmm.
A guy with, uh, sleep apnea?
Get it under control.
Or I'll control it for you.
(laughing) You know, you have big, uh...
Mangoes?
Yes.
Well, finally something we could agree on.
I think I like you.
I hope you don't make me change my mind.
And what would happen if you do?
Ask around, my friend.
You got a death wish, bro?
I appreciate you looking out, but I can take care of myself.
Ain't no one looking out for your well-being.
I was only sitting, like, three feet away, and I ain't trying to get caught up in no beatdowns.
Them Russian boys don't play.
Hi again, Evelyn.
How you doing?
Oh, I've been better.
Mm, yeah.
Heard you had a rough go of it last night.
What happened?
My bunkie tried to kill me.
Oh.
Well, that's not very good.
No.
It is not.
Why do you think she attacked you out of the blue like that?
Maybe she's just mean.
I think Kostya Valkov paid her to get rid of you because you know too much.
I'm not gonna talk about Kostya.
Why?
Because he'll have me killed if I do.
Oh, he'll have you killed regardless.
As soon as you go back to the prison, you're as good as dead.
But you already know that.
You're mean, too.
Have you ever heard of the Witness Protection Program?
You...
you can get me in that?
Mm.
Arrangements have already been made.
All you have to do is tell me whatever it is you know about the attack that Kostya's planning.
I'll get my own house?
Some-someplace where Kostya can never find me?
A beautiful cottage in Culpeper.
Pickleball capital of Virginia.
Pickleball?
Everyone loves pickleball.
Even Russian spies.
First, you-you have to understand that what I'm about to tell you I had nothing to do with at all...
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Skip ahead.
Yuri visited me a couple weeks ago.
He was bragging about some really huge attack that his father was planning.
When is it happening?
I don't know the exact day, but very soon.
He said the wheels are already in motion.
And what else did he say?
That-that's it.
(sighs) I swear.
Okay, you can't possibly think that you're gonna get a free home and lifelong pickleball with just that.
Wait.
Wait, you-you can't send me back to prison-- I'll be killed.
Oh, that's not my problem.
Please, Agent Knight, I told you everything I know.
Besides, can't the undercover agent you have in Yuri's prison figure the rest out?
What makes you think we have an undercover agent in with Yuri?
One of my guards is on Kostya's payroll.
Said there's a Fed in Yuri's prison, which means there might be one in mine, too.
If Evelyn knows about Torres...
It's likely Yuri does, too.
Get his ass out of there.
Now.
How old are you, man?
18 last month.
Why?
Damn, you're barely old enough to drive.
Why are you in here?
Long story.
Oh, okay, sorry, you got someplace to be?
(chuckles) (clears throat) I got, uh, pinched for fraud.
But I didn't do it.
Oh, of course you didn't.
Didn't you know that everyone here is innocent?
No, no, for real, bro.
Look, I-I was, I was, like, set up or something.
I woke up to cops busting down my door and...
(chuckles) I don't think your pal likes me.
I don't understand why.
I'm friend to everyone.
Except for rats.
(sniffing) Do you smell that, Delgado?
No, the only thing I smell is him.
I believe I once read in your National Graphic magazine that rats cannot smell their own scent.
Oh, what a cute little nugget of information.
Isn't it?
Did I say that you could sit?
No.
You did not.
(phone buzzing) Pardon me.
(tsking) No, no, no, no, my friend.
It is very rude to look at someone else's texts.
I wasn't looking at your texts.
I was wondering how you smuggled a phone into prison.
A little gift?
From your daddy?
So you do know who I am.
All you do is talk about how special you are, and how your dad is this big Russian mobster, who I've never even heard of.
That may change very soon.
Another little special nugget.
You prefer me to be more direct with you?
I know that there is a rat in this prison.
And I'm sensing that rat is you.
What did you just say?
Sit down, rat.
Oh, you do talk.
I thought you just stood there like a big bitch.
(grunting) Ow!
If you ever call me a rat again, you're next.
(man groaning) And your daddy is not going to save you.
Delgado, you got a visitor!
(man crying) (sniffling) OTIS: The hell happened here?
(man grunting) He slipped.
Delgado, lawyer's here, let's go.
We will finish our chat later.
(buzzer sounds) MAN (over speakers): Visitor for Emmanuel Delgado window 27.
(knocking) (bell ringing) (bangs) What are you doing here?
Pulling you out.
What?
No, you're not.
We think Yuri knows that there's a...
A rat?
Yeah, I'm getting that vibe.
What happened?
Did he come at you?
Yeah, and he wasn't subtle either.
But, uh...
I think I bought myself some time.
How?
I beat the crap out of his muscle.
Big bastard and mean as hell but I think it's a good plan.
Really?
Well, I said good plan, not perfect plan.
The rules are different around here, Parker.
Yuri accused me of being a rat and only a rat would take that lying down.
So I did what I had to do.
So, you're thinking that fighting maybe convinced him that you're not the rat?
No, but it's a step in the right direction.
Now, convincing him, that's gonna take more time.
You don't have it.
Says who?
Says Vance.
He's pulling the plug.
MAN (over speakers): Visitor for Reymundo De Leon, window 24.
Manny.
You hearing me, Delgado?
Yeah, yeah, I hear you, but I'm not leaving.
There's too much at stake.
And Yuri doesn't know it's me.
Even still, he knows there's a mole now which means the chance of getting any intel is slim and none.
BX9-3-10-64.
It's the serial number to a burner phone.
Yuri has been texting someone, probably daddy.
BX9-31064.
You know, you could've just told me you had that as soon as you sat down.
Yeah, but what is the fun of that?
I'm glad you're enjoying yourself.
So, you'll talk to Vance?
Hey, Parker...
you're a hell of an attorney.
(talking low, indistinctly) (buzzer sounds) (knocking on door) Thank you, Judge.
Please email that to me as soon as you sign it.
Yes, ma'am, trap warrant is coming through as we speak.
Okay, thank you.
Phone company is sending over a copy of every text Yuri's burn phone has sent or received in the past week.
We don't think Yuri'd be dumb enough to discuss details of the terror attack over text, do we?
(computer chirping) Well, we are about to find out.
The logs from the phone company just came through.
Anyone speak Russian?
Internet does.
Translating now.
So, the text it's just a series of numbers?
Maybe it didn't translate right.
No, unfortunately, it did.
The texts are all written in code.
Can you crack it?
Do I have a choice?
Not if we want to save the country.
In that case, I better start.
(buzzer sounds) (inmates chattering) MAN (over speaker): Attention in the yard.
Attention in the yard.
All work dockets now being collected...
MAN: Delgado.
Boss wants you to write on this your full name, date of your birth, and social security number.
You're kidding, right?
Also, name of school you went to.
For my master's or my Ph.D.?
You a doctor?
Yeah, I got a doctorate on boosting Brink's trucks.
You're making joke.
Very funny.
I'm not laughing.
Please.
We have to run identity check.
This no big deal.
Unless, you have something to hide.
This is a waste of time, if you ask me.
I did not ask.
And I bet there isn't even a rat in here.
That is wager you would lose.
Everybody knows in here that Yuri confessed to murdering that dude.
Mm, this is true.
Cops got them dead to rights.
He's already screwed.
Also true.
So, why would the cops bother putting an undercover in here?
(chuckles) You all have something else cooking in here, don't you?
Nothing is cooking.
Well, then there is no rat.
We know for fact there is.
How?
Because we have special source, Delgado.
Let me guess?
Yuri's daddy?
There's nothing more dangerous...
than blind loyalty.
When it comes to Kostya Valkov, anything but loyalty is suicide.
Russian made surface-to-air missiles.
Strike range, 25 kilometers with a warhead up to 60 kilograms.
(stops video) That's Kostya Valkov selling arms to a guy he thinks is a member of Al-Qaeda, but who's actually MI5.
How'd you get this?
I didn't.
Ducky reached out to an old connection for us.
Dr.
Mallard, good to see you again.
Likewise, Director.
I just wish it weren't under these circumstances.
Yeah, you and me both.
So, if this was an undercover sting operation, how is Kostya not in prison?
Oh, he was serving a life sentence, but he was released after a few years.
Let me guess.
Another prisoner swap?
Indeed.
Which explains why Yuri acts so untouchable.
He thinks his father can convince the Kremlin to make a swap for him, too.
They may not need to.
He might just walk right out in the middle of the chaos.
What are you talking about?
McGEE: We cracked the code on Yuri and Kostya's texts.
It's a numeric cypher based on a Cold War era...
Tim.
Right, doesn't matter.
What matters is that we have figured out how Kostya's planning on attacking us.
He's targeting the U.S.
power grid.
Which sector?
All of them.
His plan is to knock out electricity to the whole country.
We're talking widespread outages for weeks, if not months.
And how exactly is he planning to pull this off?
Could be a computer virus, an electromagnetic pulse, even...
small arms fire at key substations.
We're vulnerable to all of it.
The DoD refers to this kind of attack as a Black Sky event.
And the simulations that they've run, the potential consequences are terrifying.
We're talking complete loss of communication, shutdown of all the food supply chains, all critical infrastructures grinding to a halt.
Basically, a total breakdown of society as we know it.
(inmates chattering) You are dead man.
TORRES: You really want to do this?
'Cause it didn't work out too well for you last time.
YURI: Not yet, Boris.
I'd like to question him first before you kill him.
TORRES: What do you want to know now?
My mother's maiden name?
Why don't we start with your name first?
Oh, I see?
You can't read.
Emmanuel Del-- Your real name.
That is my real name.
And where do you claim to have attended school?
Saint Barnaby's in Miami.
Which, if you bothered to look, I wrote on your dumbass sheet.
I did look.
And I checked.
Saint Barnaby's High has no records of you.
What does that mean, Boris?
It means I get to kill him now.
Or it means that you two geniuses checked out the wrong school.
There are two Saint Barnaby's in Miami.
I went to Saint Barnaby's Reform School, not the Catholic high school.
Why should I trust this?
You don't have to trust it.
You can look it up for yourself.
He is lying, Yuri.
I hope you're sure because if you are not and you kill me...
the real rat lives and your daddy will be super pissed, don't you think?
If you are lying to me, I'll make sure Boris guts you slowly.
Well, I'm not so sure it's gonna play out that way.
I guess we'll never know...
...because I'm not lying.
What's with the look, McGee?
What look?
The "refusing to blink until you figure something out" look.
I'm just trying to break down what these latest texts between Yuri and Kostya might mean.
New texts?
Why didn't you tell me?
I guess I was too busy not blinking.
Take a look at this-- Yuri texts his dad asking for an update on something called "Anastasia."
Kostya doesn't seem too happy about it.
Do you think Anastasia is their code word for the attack?
I'm not sure, but I don't think we're gonna be getting too much more intel from these text messages.
Vance wants us all up in MTAC.
Who are we briefing?
CIA, DoD, NSA, and any other agency with three letters.
I called the Department of Energy to warn them about the attack.
And?
Well, they said even with the heads-up, there's no way they could safeguard five million miles of power lines.
Lovely.
(sighs) (phone ringing) It's Torres.
You go ahead, tell Vance I'll be right in.
WOMAN: This is a collect call from inmate Manny Delgado.
Yeah, operator, I'll, uh, I'll accept.
Delgado, you okay?
Yeah, for now.
I need a favor, though.
Name it.
Yuri knows Delgado didn't go to Saint Barnaby's High in Miami.
How?
He get a hold of a yearbook?
I wouldn't doubt it.
He's resourceful, to say the least.
I know you don't want to hear this, but I think it's time we pull you out...
You're right, I don't want to hear it.
I told him there were two Saint Barnaby's in Miami.
Are there?
No.
I made one up and told him I went to the fake one-- a reform school.
All right, so, what do you want from us?
To build you a school?
No, I need a website.
And make sure Delgado is in the student records.
I need it by 4:00.
That's when the prison turns the Wi-Fi on.
Hang on, hang on.
All right, thank you so much, baby girl.
I love you, too.
(smacks lips) (hangs up phone) (dial tone drones) KASIE: we are barely going to make it with this website.
Uh, it is 3:57, by the way.
I am aware of that, Jimmy.
I'm almost done.
You just focus on your job.
Right.
Uh, okay, Yuri is still in his cell reading.
Uh, Torres is out in the yard pumping iron.
Naturally.
Uh, Boris and Lev, they're in the cafeteria, drinking what appears to be lemonade.
Could be orange juice.
Jimmy, enough.
I don't need the play-by-play.
I'm nervous.
I mean, Nick's life basically depends on whether or not this website passes muster.
And it will, 'cause it's great.
I mean, super legit.
Okay, it might not be perfect, but the prison's Wi-Fi is about to turn on, so it'll have to do.
Okay.
Here goes nothing.
Oh, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait!
Does that say a "reform school for terrible kids"?
Oh, yeah.
It's a placeholder.
I couldn't think of the right word.
Troubled.
The word is "troubled."
Right.
That's much better.
Do you have any other placeholders in there?
Uh, I don't know.
Do we have time to double-check?
Uh...
Yuri is still in his cell, so yeah.
The only computers are in the library, that's on the other wing of the...
Uh-oh.
A tablet?
A guard is bringing a tablet to his cell?
What kind of a sorry excuse for a prison is this?
All right, publish it now, Kase.
Okay.
Okay.
We're live.
Oh, God, please let this work.
(huffs softly) All right, you got it, bro.
(whooshing) Nice.
(chuckles) You're jacked, Delgado.
Especially for an old dude.
(laughs) Thanks, I guess.
Hey, that guy that visited you yesterday?
Yeah.
Who was that?
That's, uh...
my mom's boyfriend.
He's, uh, helping me out with all the legal problems.
Helping you out, huh?
My mom said he's gonna figure out who set me up.
And how's that going?
Honestly, I don't really trust the dude.
It kind of just seems like our lives have gone to hell since they met.
Look, I know you think I'm full of crap, but I really was framed, bro.
I believe you.
For real?
How come?
It's your turn.
Come on.
Get after it.
(grunts) JIMMY: Is he on the website?
Not yet.
How will you know when he's on?
Because I'm the administrator.
I'll be able to see every click.
(computer beeping) Oh.
(sighs) He's on.
Are reform schools allowed to give out students' names?
Uh.
Saint Barnaby's is.
JIMMY: It worked.
(chuckles) (ringing) Kasie, why did you put a "Contact Us" tab on there?
Now he's calling a nonexistent school.
I...
Kasie, you...
(phone ringing) Oh, excuse me, Jimmy, I should take this.
Saint Barnaby's Reform School for Boys.
This is Sister Kasie speaking.
How may I help you?
(man speaking indistinctly over speakers) (inmates chattering) You put M-80s down the toilet?
I phoned Saint Barnaby's.
One of the nuns remembered you.
Sister Kah-see.
Sister Kasie.
Yeah, I remember her.
She told me about the prank you made on Father McGee.
(laughing) Huge toilet explosion.
Yeah, the other sisters didn't think it was quite as funny.
They made my life hell.
Real sisters have a way of doing that, too.
My sister was horrible to me, but I had to take it because she was daddy's little princess.
So, we're good now?
'Cause, if you'll trust me, maybe we can work together.
Okay.
Let's talk.
KASIE: Is it just me or does it actually look like they're getting along?
I mean, Yuri's smiling.
I think it worked.
Wait.
What's that?
It's a shiv.
What is he doing?
Torres just proved that he's not a rat.
KASIE: He's heading right to Nick.
We got-we got to do something.
Um...
Uh, this is all we can do.
(alarm beeping) MAN (over speakers): Lockdown.
Lockdown.
This is an emergency lockdown.
(siren wailing) All inmates remain in place.
Boris, no.
Out of my way, Delgado.
I said move!
Boris, what are you doing?
(grunting) (Yuri coughing) (groans) Son of a b...
(grunts) (groaning) (coughs) I don't care if the prison is in lockdown, Warden.
I want Special Agent Torres released immediately.
Well, then escort him out personally if you have to.
And do it without saying a word to anyone.
Something tells me you've already said enough.
WARDEN: Look, at this point, I just...
Hold on.
What the hell happened?
Kasie and Jimmy saw the whole thing on the prison's security camera.
It was a hit.
By Yuri's own two men.
Any idea of motive?
Not yet.
You think this could somehow be related to Kostya's attack?
I think we need to look into it.
Any chances we can get these two yahoos sent to us?
All right, listen up.
I'm sending two vehicles to the prison.
One for my guy, and one for the two suspects, Boris Popov, Lev Trotski.
Let me see what I can do.
Look, if I have to go all the way up to the BOP director, I will.
Sir, there's no reason for that.
So make it happen.
Now.
Yes, sir.
Chances are good, but we're only gonna get one of the yahoos.
Boris is still unconscious in the infirmary.
And how's Torres?
You can ask him yourself, McGee.
He'll be here in an hour.
Hey.
Welcome back, Nick.
Thank you.
Nick.
You might need stitches there.
Yeah, that's a tomorrow problem.
(engine stops) (scoffs) I knew you were the rat.
No, you didn't.
I would have figured soon enough.
No, you wouldn't have.
I am certain I see you soon, Delgado...
or whatever your name is.
Any clue why he did it?
I got a theory, but I won't know for sure until we get him in the room.
Glad to have you back, Nick.
And I'm sure you're glad to have this back.
Yeah.
Thanks.
See you up there.
You got it.
(recording): Hola, it's Lucia.
Leave a message.
I found him, sis.
You know who I'm talking about.
The bastard's still alive.
And he's still doing it.
I love you.
(sucking) (chuckles) What's that?
A...
a ferret?
No, that is you.
Oh, I'm a ferret?
A rat.
(laughing) You are making a joke at me again.
You believe you are winning.
You're the one in chains.
No, you are the one so far behind in race, you think you are champion.
But you're the one who killed his buddy.
Boss.
Not buddy.
Buddy shares his filet mignon.
Boss makes you watch him eat it.
After so much time, we snap, lash out.
So, you and Boris decided to kill Yuri...
for steak?
Not just steak.
Respect.
You just killed Kostya Valkov's son.
When you go back to prison, he's gonna have you killed.
I am scared of no one.
You know, I keep, uh...
flashing back to something you said in the yard. "
When it comes to Kostya, anything but loyalty is suicide."
See, you're having too much fun to be suicidal, Lev.
I am boring of this.
You want to know what I think?
I think you didn't just lashed out and kill Yuri.
I think you were following orders from Kostya.
'Cause all that matters to Kostya is his attack.
He didn't want his bigmouth son to screw it all up by saying too much to an undercover Fed.
That's how much he hates America.
He sacrificed his own son.
I hate America, too.
Except for one thing.
Your legal protections.
I want lawyer.
If Torres is right, that means that Lev and Kostya have been communicating.
Which means Lev probably knows details about the attack.
(Torres clears throat) Well, he lawyer up faster than I thought.
(phone chimes) Speaking of his lawyer, security says he's at the front gate now.
We didn't even let Lev make a call yet.
PARKER: Someone made a call for him.
It has to be Kostya.
He's covering his bases.
He's making sure Lev doesn't talk either.
If Kostya hired his lawyer, I'll bet you Lev has never met him before.
So?
Call base security, have them delay the lawyer's entrance by ten minutes.
Why?
You still got your briefcase?
How you holding up, Mr.
Trotski?
You are my lawyer?
What do you think?
TORRES: Are we sure this is legal, McGee?
As long as Parker doesn't really say that he's his lawyer, it is legal...
ish.
Any questions for me?
No.
Fair enough.
Just a message from...
you know who.
I do.
Know who.
For Anastasia.
You understand this, yes?
What do you think?
PARKER: RF-20723E What the hell does this mean?
I did a DMV search to rule out the obvious, but it's not a Dodge Challenger license plate.
Well, it's not a license plate at all.
No private or commercial vehicle in the U.S.
has that license number.
He said it was for Anastasia, which we believe is the code name for the attack.
This must be a code, too, like everything else with Kostya.
All right, so let's go with the number.
KNIGHT: 20723.
That is a zip code for Laurel, Maryland.
Any major power stations near Laurel?
Uh, checking now.
Could be a date.
February 7, 2023.
What happened on that day?
Like, in the whole world?
PARKER: Yeah.
All right, McGee, um...
(snapping fingers) RFs, go.
Uh...
right field, radio frequencies, Russian Federation.
Maybe the Challenger that we're looking for is in Russia?
It might take a minute to get into the Russian DMV database.
Mm, don't bother, McGee.
The Challenger isn't a car, it's a plane.
A Bombardier Challenger, and the license plate number is, uh, really the tail number.
Who's it registered to?
KNIGHT: A shell company based in Minsk.
All right, I'm looking at a flight-tracking website, shows this plane took off from Moscow ten hours ago.
Headed where?
There's no flight plan filed, but its current location is 90 miles east of D.C.
and it is descending.
I'll bet you a baklava that Kostya's on that plane.
I'll text Kasie, have her start tracking that plane for us.
All right, good.
Let's gear up.
(electrical crackling) That can't be good.
(power whirring down) (electrical crackling) Look.
It's starting.
(distant sirens wailing) What now?
McGee, how bad is this?
Oh, backup generators just kicked in.
Now we can get a better sense of the scale of the outages.
Phone lines are dead.
No cell service either.
Internet is out, too.
The elevators, the-the computers, pretty much anything with a power switch is useless.
This is exactly what Kostya wanted.
But how did he do it?
It's too widespread for a substation attack, right?
Yeah, and we can rule out an electromagnetic pulse-- we would have noticed the voltage surge.
So what?
Computer virus?
McGEE: It's got to be.
But to disable power to an entire city would take something that has to bypass three levels of 128-bit encryption.
There's really only one type of virus that can do that.
Polymorphic.
Yeah, I have no idea what that is, but it sounds scary.
How do we stop it?
We have to find the host computer and shut it down.
TORRES: Wait, are you saying there's someone at their computer right now, petting a hairless cat while they black out the city?
Pretty much.
We just don't know who.
Well, it can't be Kostya.
He's on a plane.
A plane we cannot track without Internet or cell service.
Yes, we can.
(panting): Sorry.
I just ran up two flights of stairs.
Kasie said we might be able to track the plane using its radio frequency?
All right, let's get in the car, and have Kasie tell us where to go.
Wait, how-how are we gonna do that, uh...?
We don't even have any cell service.
With these.
Max range is only 35 miles, so let's hope he lands close by.
All right, it's a 4,700-mile flight.
That's at the very max of the Bombardier's field range.
Wheels should be down soon.
And we'll be waiting.
Testing, testing, over.
WOMAN (over radio): Total blackouts confirmed in Philadelphia, Baltimore, New York and D.C.
No word yet on the cause, but officials in Boston are bracing...
The virus is taking out the grid, one sector at a time.
KASIE (over radio): Come in, Jess.
You guys need to U-turn as soon as possible.
Over.
Why, what happened?
I accidentally followed the wrong radio signal-- I was chasing an 18-wheeler.
Over.
Kostya must've known he could use the blackout to land undetected.
Why is he coming here at all?
Leaving Russia is such a huge risk.
He's here for Anastasia.
That's the code name for the attack.
Maybe.
Or maybe not.
I mean, for all we know, Anastasia could be a woman.
In Kostya's file, there's no mention of a woman named Anastasia.
There's a lot about Kostya we don't know.
If there is an actual Anastasia, it will be like looking for a needle in a stack of needles.
There's millions of Anastasias in Russia.
Really?
Yeah, they're all named after some old Russian princess.
A princess?
Yeah.
Why?
Yuri has a sister.
He called her "daddy's little princess."
According to Yuri's file, he doesn't have a sister.
According to Yuri, he does.
I may have found Kostya.
I think he just landed at the Harrison Regional Airport.
But it's possible I've been tracking the wrong plane.
Over.
Harrison Airport, found it.
It's in, uh, Culpeper.
We just set up Evelyn Shaw in the witness protection program in a house in Culpeper.
And Evelyn just so happens to be a coding savant who's capable of creating a polymorphic malware virus.
You think Evelyn is Kostya's daughter?
Daddy's little princess?
Forget the airport.
We're going to Evelyn's house.
That's got to be it.
McGee, Knight, go around back.
Torres and I will take the front.
(computer chirping) McGEE: Witness protection marshals.
Both executed.
NCIS!
Hands in the air.
(groaning) It's over, Evelyn!
Idiot.
(gun clicking) Drop your weapon, Evelyn.
(sighs) Just shoot me.
Please.
We're not gonna let you off that easy.
(handcuffs clicking) PARKER: Evelyn Shaw, aka Viktoria Valkov.
VANCE: So, daddy's little princess here was the mastermind behind the attack?
It was more of a father-daughter production.
KNIGHT: Kostya couldn't do it without her coding skills so they staged a fake hit to get her into witness protection.
And Yuri?
After he did his job, he was a liability, therefore, expendable, so he had to go.
He was killed by his own father?
Number one dad he was not.
Wow.
So, what's the status as far as getting the power back on?
McGee's at Evelyn's house with a dozen of the government's best white hat hackers working on it now.
With a little luck, he'll get the evil genie back in the bottle.
And with cell towers down, we can't get an ETA, right?
Wrong.
(clears throat) Mm-mm?
McGee, Vance would like an ETA.
Over.
(machines powering up) Oh.
There you go.
Hey.
Hey...
(laughing) All right.
(computers beeping) VANCE: Back in business.
Disregard that.
Great job, McGee.
Over.
McGEE (over radio): Thanks.
See you guys soon.
So, where's our jailbird?
I think the last few days finally caught up to him.
He said he was gonna go home, sleep in his own bed.
I think he's earned it.
There's a 20-year-old bottle of scotch in my office that's looking for company, if anybody's interested.
Oh, I can't think of a better occasion to crack open that bad boy.
Second that.
VANCE: Good.
Um, I'll meet you guys up there in a minute.
Okay.
(phone whooshes) (crickets chirping) (car approaching) (engine stops, car door opens) (car door closes) (keys jingling) (door opens) (dog barking in distance) (door closes) MAN (chuckles nervously): Hey.
Take whatever you want, all right?
I've got, I've got money, this watch, anything you want.
I'm not here to rob you.
Okay, so why are you here?
You don't know who I am?
No.
Take your time.
It'll come to you.
(gasps softly) Nicky?
Is that you?
Oh, yeah.
I'm not a kid anymore.
Yeah, I-I can see that.