Programa de TV: NCIS - 20x7
Nick?
What are you doing?
(chuckles) Oh, it's, uh, it's called the-the useless box.
(laughs) That's all it does.
What about the meeting?
Don't judge me.
You skipped the meeting, too.
Hey, guys.
McGee, what the hell?
What?
I asked you to, you know, to go to that building safety meeting for me.
Yeah, it's all good.
I asked Parker to do it.
And he agreed?
PARKER: No, he did not.
But Kasie said she'd take notes for all of us.
Hey.
Useless box.
Let's see.
(laughs) It's a classic.
Guys, do you think we should be feeling guilty about skipping that meeting?
Somebody has to stay in the squad room in case we catch a case.
Uh, we have Bandium alerts for that.
Not for walk-ins.
Well, nobody just walks in to NCIS and...
I'd like to report a crime.
Actually, I would like to report three crimes.
Technically, it's one crime attempted three times.
Make that one felony attempted three times.
Uh, sir, slow down.
Take a breath.
Uh, let's start with your name.
It's Felix Lassiter.
The felony that I would like to report is attempted murder.
The intended victim is me, and the offender is my wife.
Okay, are you active duty or retired?
I-I'm not in the military.
Then you're gonna have to file a report with your local police department.
Yeah, we don't have jurisdiction to investigate.
Sure you do.
I came to the right place because...
because my wife is your boss.
My wife, the Secretary of the Navy, is trying to kill me.
♪ ♪ All right.
Right down here.
Please, uh, have a seat.
Make yourself at home, Mr.
Lassiter.
I'm not a mister.
Call me Felix.
All right, Felix, uh, do you want some coffee?
Do you have any diet peach kombucha?
Uh, we are fresh out.
Why don't you go ahead and sit tight, and, uh, we'll be right back.
There's only one Secretary of the Navy, right?
Yeah, Tara Flynn.
And she is married to that guy?
KNIGHT: For 33 years.
Here is a picture of them at the Navy Christmas Gala last year.
What does he do for a living?
Not much, but I think he fancies himself as some kind of inventor.
He has six patents pending, all for tiny wheel gears or something.
Well, they do say opposites attract.
No, no, no.
Opposites is, uh, Jimmy and Knight.
You find out anything else about him?
No criminal record, no outstanding warrants.
Oh, I did find out that he is the current president of the Toy Train Operating Society.
Well, that explains his love for tiny wheels.
Hmm.
Sorry about that, Felix.
Please.
Why don't you just, uh, start from the beginning.
My wife...
has tried to kill me not once, not twice, but three times.
What happened?
It started last week.
I was driving along when, all of a sudden, bam, my brakes failed, and I swerved right off the road, right into a tree.
Totaled my truck, and somehow I walked away.
But how exactly is that attempted murder?
I'm not done.
The other night, I'm watching TV in my apartment, and I hear this annoying beeping noise.
Hey, hold up, hold on, hold on.
Apartment?
You and your wife don't live together?
No, we do not because she-she kicked me out.
We're getting divorced.
Anyway, the beeping noise turned out to be the carbon monoxide alarm.
And?
And what?
I almost died for the second time.
And last but not least, this morning, I was attacked.
TORRES: Okay.
Attacked, that's something we can work with.
I was out for my regular walk, and a green Cadillac with a dent on the fender comes out of nowhere, tries to plow me down, and I jumped out of the way.
I came straight here.
Does your wife own a green Cadillac with a dent in the fender?
Well, no, but if she was gonna run me over, she wouldn't do it herself.
She obviously hired a hit man.
Mm.
Obviously?
Yes, Agent Torres.
Uh...
I'm telling you people, my wife wants to kill me.
Did she tell you that?
She didn't have to.
Last week, she came over and destroyed my prized Lionel train set, 1976 edition.
TORRES: So, even if this is true, it still doesn't prove that she's a murderer.
Well, somebody's trying to kill me.
Who else would it be?
McGEE: Well, did you ever consider that these three events were accidents?
Three near-death accidents in less than a week?
Felix, do you have any evidence at all that your wife is responsible for any of these incidents?
FELIX: Isn't that your job?
I was kind of hoping that NCIS would open an investigation before I end up dead.
No, don't worry.
We're looking for your wife as we speak.
I'm sorry, Director, but Secretary Flynn's unavailable.
She just left on a flight to Amsterdam to address NATO's Security Council.
Please let her know we'd like to speak to her as soon as she lands.
You'll be her first call.
In the meantime, if it's okay, we'd like to talk to you.
About?
Her husband.
Oh, boy.
(sighs) What's Felix claiming now?
What do you mean now?
Felix is what I call a hot mess.
He's a nice guy, and I know he loves the secretary, but the guy's basically nuts.
Last year, he thought the secretary was having an affair with the Sultan of Brunei.
I take it she wasn't.
Is he being serious, Director?
I can't tell through the screen.
Just continue, Rafa.
After years of all his conspiracy theories, she finally had enough and kicked him out.
But he's dragging his feet on the divorce because he thinks he can somehow win her back.
He's delusional.
Did she go to his apartment and smash his model train set?
I highly doubt it, but even if she did, I'm sure he deserved it.
Felix has put the woman through hell.
But this isn't about trains, is it?
Would it be possible to see the secretary's itinerary from last week?
Of course.
I'll send it right over.
Thank you, Rafa.
Tread lightly on this.
The press finds out that we're even questioning SECNAV about a crime, she's done politically.
You're saying investigate the Secretary of the Navy?
We have no choice.
A report's been filed.
Something tells me that, uh, you don't buy any of this.
I've met Felix a few times over the years.
He cornered me once to talk about robot birds and laser beam cancer.
(scoffs) Robot birds?
He's a whack job, and I'm not going to allow him to drag the secretary down on his way out the door.
And speaking of doors, please escort Mr.
Lassiter to ours.
So, now what?
What, just go home?
Well, if anything else happens, give us a call.
We'll check it out.
Uh...
(stammers) That's reassuring.
If anything else happens, you'll probably find me in a pool of my own blood.
(heavy breathing) McGEE: Felix, you okay?
Sir, are you prone to panic attacks?
Whoa, whoa.
Felix, Felix.
Whoa, whoa.
Easy.
Felix, Felix, breathe.
Call an ambulance.
Okay, this is not a panic attack.
(labored breathing) Come on, breathe through it.
TORRES: This guy had a hell of a week.
Honestly, I thought it was all just in his head, but then the way he was foaming from the mouth...
You think it was poison?
It looked that way to me.
But even if he was poisoned, we still don't know that SECNAV was behind it.
True.
Good morning, Agents.
I'm Dr.
Singh.
How's he doing?
He is stabilized.
We believe the seizure was caused by a pre-existing heart condition.
Are you aware that, when he collapsed, he was telling us that someone was trying to kill him?
SINGH: Yes, which is why we ran a comprehensive blood test to search for any toxins.
It came back clean.
Wow, so he was just the unluckiest dude in the world?
He almost dies while telling us how he almost died?
Well, it's quite possible that his other near-death experiences helped trigger this cardiac event.
Well, we're still gonna have to run our own blood test just to be sure.
Of course.
When can we talk to him?
He'll wake up in a few hours.
In the meantime, his daughter Arlene would like to speak to you.
Honey, your dad's strong.
He's gonna be okay.
Arlene?
I'm Special Agent Knight, this is Special Agent Torres.
Nice to meet you.
This is my husband Victor.
Hi.
Sorry about your dad.
Yeah, I'm just relieved it seems like he's gonna be okay...
again.
Again?
Felix has had these episodes before.
But all those other times, NCIS hasn't showed up.
Why are you, why are you here?
Um...
Have a seat.
Your father was at our office when he collapsed.
Why would my dad be at your off...
(scoffs) He came in to report that my mom is trying to kill him, didn't he?
Oh, so you know how he feels?
Yes, he told me.
And I told him I loved him, but he's crazy.
I hope this goes without saying, but believe me, my mom is not trying to murder my father.
Did they fight a lot?
They always fight a lot.
Felix can be a little bit exasperating.
Hmm.
My dad is...
he's brilliant, but he's complicated.
I know he seems a little more than odd, but he's a great father.
And he's been struggling lately because he's losing the woman he loves.
And because he thinks that woman is trying to kill him.
VICTOR: Arlene already told you, her mother would never do something like that.
We're not accusing your mother of anything.
We're just trying to find out if Felix is in danger.
Wait, are you saying someone might actually be trying to kill my dad?
We're saying we don't know yet.
Does he have any enemies?
ARLENE: No.
I mean, he doesn't really have any friends either.
All he's ever had was my mom and us.
A-And now he's only got us.
PARKER: Felix's truck?
Yeah, near-death experience number one.
The first domino that kicked off a very bad week.
All right, take me through it.
I spoke with Felix's auto mechanic.
He inspected the brakes and confirmed that they failed.
Failed or were sabotaged?
Yeah, mechanic couldn't tell.
Truck was an old clunker.
Maybe the brake line was cut, maybe it rotted.
Let's inspect it ourselves.
Oh, it's too late.
Mechanic sent it to the junkyard yesterday.
Got crushed into the size of a suitcase.
Efficient junkyard.
Uh, speaking of, uh, cars, I was able to find a witness who confirmed Felix's story about nearly getting hit on his morning walk.
By a green Cadillac with a dent in the fender?
Yup.
All right.
Witness get a plate or a description of the driver?
No.
The witness actually said that it could've been Felix's fault for walking too close to the road.
What about the other near-death experience?
Felix's furnace.
Had a plumber look at it.
He found a hole in the heat exchanger, which was leaking carbon monoxide into the apartment.
Plumber couldn't tell if it was because of rust or a screwdriver.
So, we know a lot more but don't know anything more.
Basically, yeah.
You think we're being karmically punished for skipping that mandatory meeting?
(phone rings) Kasie's got something.
(indistinct conversation) Hey, it's the dynamic duo.
What is it?
I ran a full tox screen on Felix's blood, then I ran it again.
And?
And then she called me down here to triple-check her findings.
Which are?
KASIE: Clean.
Just like the doctor said.
PARKER: But I'm guessing you didn't call me down here just to tell me that.
JIMMY: And you would be guessing correctly because it's what Kasie didn't find that raised her suspicions.
Felix's blood showed decreased erythrocyte cholinesterase, a common sign of excessive absorption of organophosphate compounds.
Organophosphates are, uh, natural poisons, usually found in insecticides.
KASIE: So, then I ran a secondary test that the hospital didn't think to perform, and it showed trace amounts of adenosine in his system.
Am I supposed to know what that is?
Oh, it's a very deadly nerve agent.
It was developed by the Russian military for use in warfare.
Well, does the U.S.
Navy have adenosine in its arsenal?
Well, sure, but they would never use it in warfare, they only use it for research.
Uh, the Navy has it stored in secured facilities, but only a dozen people have authorization to access it.
One of which just so happens to be Felix's wife.
Am I the only one who thought this Felix guy was just nuts?
Oh, no.
As soon as I met him, I thought he was a few sandwiches short of a picnic.
It's a saying.
Y-You know, people say that.
The point is, is that Felix's crazy story doesn't sound so crazy anymore.
Yeah, well, all we know is that he was poisoned.
We don't know if SECNAV was the one who did it.
That's why we ask her.
Wait, you mean interrogate her?
Yeah.
Follow the evidence and interrogate the suspect, like we always do.
Yeah, Tim, but the suspect is the Secretary of the Navy.
I know.
Our boss's boss.
I know.
Who can fire everyone in here.
None of that matters.
We have to treat her like any other suspect.
(elevator bell dings) (clears throat) TORRES: And there's your suspect.
Okay, you let us know how that goes.
(door opens) (door closes) What did I miss?
Nothing yet.
She just sat down.
TORRES: Yeah, she looks pissed.
Well, she's about to be interrogated by her own agents.
I'm sure she's had better days.
Ooh, here we go.
The first thing I want to say to both of you...
is I'm sorry.
What?
Plot twist.
Sorry for what?
For Felix.
For the chaos he's caused.
Not that I'm surprised.
I've been apologizing for his antics for 33 years.
What antics exactly?
We don't have time to go down that rabbit hole, Agent Parker.
Let's just get to the part where you ask me uncomfortable questions.
Madam Secretary, have you ever tried to kill your husband?
No.
Of course not.
I want to divorce the man, not kill him.
What about his train set?
Oh, I murdered that.
I'm not proud of it, but when I went over to his apartment to ask why he hadn't signed the divorce papers yet, he was running his little Polar Express, wearing that damn conductor hat, and I lost it.
How did these two end up together?
You never know where Cupid's arrow lands.
Yeah, well, Cupid misfired.
The truth is, Felix is his own worst enemy.
With the conspiracy theories and the overactive imagination.
I-I'm sure it was just stress that caused this heart episode.
It wasn't stress.
He was poisoned.
What?
Are you sure?
Does our daughter know?
Yeah, we just contacted her, yeah.
Well, then I hate to cut this short, but my family needs me right now.
I have to see Felix.
Uh, we can't let you do that, ma'am.
Why?
Because you think I poisoned him.
Well, we identified the toxin in his bloodstream as adenosine.
Never heard of it.
It's a nerve gas that, with your clearance, you would have access to.
I did not poison my husband, but if what you say is true, someone is trying to kill him.
Do you have any idea who this someone may be?
This would not be the time to hold back.
I haven't told this to anyone outside of my own family, but Felix has a gambling problem.
(scoffs) It's not a problem, it's an addiction.
How bad?
Bad enough to lose our life savings and our daughter's college fund.
Who did Felix owe?
His bookie, who does not take IOUs.
This bookie have a name?
Olev Kozlov.
Olev.
Is he Russian?
Yes.
And I wouldn't be surprised if he had ties to the Russian mob.
I told Felix not to mess around with this guy, but he didn't listen.
Do you know where he operates?
He runs an illegal casino out of the back of his pawnshop in Alexandria.
KNIGHT: Doesn't make sense to me.
McGEE: What, a casino in a pawnshop?
No, not that part.
Why a bookie would kill one of their own clients.
I mean, if Felix dies, then bookie doesn't get paid, so, seems like murder's bad for business.
Yeah, so is letting word get out that your clients don't have to settle up.
Maybe you're right.
Green Cadillac.
With a dent in the fender.
I guess some bookies do kill.
("Mr.
Gangster" by Tigerman playing) (rapping in foreign language) ♪ Gangster...
♪ ♪ Mr.
Gangster...
♪ ♪ Mr.
Gangster...
♪ Hey.
You open?
I'm here, ain't I?
Oh, that's a nice bike.
You ride?
Nope.
You got a name?
Yep.
Hey, get away from there!
NCIS.
Sit down.
McGEE: We got a locked back room.
Is your boss back there?
Do you have a key to that door?
Sit tight.
We'll be back.
You need to work on your people skills.
NCIS.
Put your hands where we can see 'em, guys.
Come on.
You Olev?
Da.
KNIGHT: You, over next to him.
You two, stay right there.
You make mistake.
This is for recreational purpose only.
KNIGHT: We'll worry about your casino later.
Right now you're being arrested for attempted murder.
Murder?
No, I kill no one.
But you tried to kill Felix Lassiter.
Felix?
Oh, no, no, I love Felix.
Felix a good man.
And how much did this good man owe you?
Oh, Felix, he retired.
No more bets.
He does Gamblers Anonymous now.
You care to explain why your car tried to run down your good buddy Felix this morning?
No, my car never hurt nobody.
Where were you at 7:45 a.m.?
Not driving my Caddy.
Car is mine, da.
I no drive.
Bad eyes.
Who drives it?
Zero.
My associate.
That guy's name out there is Zero?
Da.
Fitting.
McGEE: All right, were you driving this car this morning at...?
Yeah, I was.
I did it.
You didn't let him finish.
I don't have to.
I did it.
Did what?
Tried to run Felix over.
Oh, you've got to be kidding me.
Well, we appreciate the honesty.
I do not.
You could have wrecked my Caddy.
Hands behind your back.
Whoa.
Why, man?
'Cause we're arresting you for attempted murder.
It may come as a shock, but trying to hit somebody with your car is illegal.
What if they asked you to do it?
Didn't see that coming, huh?
Felix asked you to run him over?
Yeah.
KNIGHT: Yeah, no, we're not believing that.
That's why I kept the receipts.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
It's only my phone.
Me and Felix texted all about it.
Said he was sick of life.
His heart condition, his divorce, couldn't gamble.
He paid me two Gs for it.
You got your money, why didn't you kill him?
I tried, man.
Swerved right at him.
He jumped out of the way.
Why?
Don't know, don't care.
All I know, I got my two Gs.
KNIGHT: Well, good.
You can use that cash as a down payment on your defense attorney.
Yeah, now you're under arrest.
Turn around.
Come on, why?
Because murder for hire is illegal, even if the client is also the victim.
Seriously?
Parker, you're not gonna believe this.
(elevator bell dings) He asked to be run over?
(sighs) Apparently.
Why?
Well, maybe he got so mad at his ex-wife that he decided to frame her for attempted murder.
You mean he set it all up?
He cut his own brake line?
He punctured his own heater and asked to be run over?
And the coup d'état is, he poisoned himself so he would collapse right in front of us.
He'd done some research, he would've known how much aden...
whatever he could have taken and still survived.
And all the bread crumbs would lead right to SECNAV.
You really think he hates his wife that much?
Let's ask him.
VANCE: So, he just waltzed out of the hospital?
Nurses were changing shifts.
Well, what about the security cameras?
Well, Kasie is pulling parking lot video as we speak.
I think we should warn SECNAV.
I already did.
I also ordered her a 24-hour protection detail.
Good call.
SECNAV didn't think so.
She sent the detail home.
She said she's not afraid of her husband.
Well, maybe she should be.
Why do you think Felix ran?
We don't know.
Maybe somehow he got tipped off that we were onto him.
His cell phone is powered off.
He hasn't been back to his apartment, and his only friends say they haven't heard from him.
What about the daughter Arlene?
She says she hasn't heard from him either.
Well, if he's gonna contact anyone, it's gonna be her.
Go pay her a visit.
(doorbell rings) Please come in.
Daddy, it's me.
Can you please call me back?
I am worried sick.
I just want to make sure you're okay.
Still no answer, babe?
No, straight to voice mail again.
Please tell me you've heard from him.
Uh, no.
That's why we're here.
Well, shouldn't you be out there searching for him?
Or better yet, the person who poisoned him?
Well, we-we never said that someone poisoned him.
We said that he ingested poison.
What's the difference?
I mean, it's not like he poisoned himself.
You got to be kidding me.
You think my dad is suicidal?
No, no.
Actually, we don't.
So, why would he do something like that?
Maybe to set your mom up for attempted murder.
You can't be serious.
So your brilliant theory is that he did all of this to himself?
Based on what?
Your dad texted a career criminal.
Told him he'd pay the guy a couple of grand to run him over.
ARLENE: "I'm sick of the pain.
You will be doing me a favor."
So this guy tried to kill him?
Yeah, but Felix was able to jump out of the way at the last second.
Then he shows up at NCIS and tries to blame the whole thing on your mom.
No, my dad did not write these texts.
Well, they were sent from his phone.
Maybe so, but they weren't sent by him.
He doesn't use emojis and doesn't ever text in shorthand.
Look for yourself.
I have a thousand messages from my dad, all written out in full punctuated sentences, like old people do.
Look, I get why you think my dad is capable of something like this.
He's made a lot of dumb mistakes.
Like gambling away your college fund, then lying about it?
He had a problem, but he's battled back from it.
He hasn't bet on a game in a year.
You sure about that?
Yeah.
I am.
I'd know firsthand how hard Felix has worked.
I'm his sponsor at Gamblers Anonymous.
Yeah, I guess the old adage is true.
(chuckles) You do marry your father.
But in our case, it's the best thing that could've ever happened.
Vic saw my dad struggling and stepped in to help.
I'm really proud of them both.
Well, uh, you were right.
No emojis.
Then who sent those texts?
We don't know, but we're gonna find out and we're gonna find your dad.
In the meantime, let us know right away if he calls you, okay?
I will.
Thank you.
Think she's right?
I think we have to check it out.
If Felix didn't send those texts, that means somebody's been trying to kill him and make it look like an accident.
And they're probably looking to finish the job.
Better find Felix first.
You guys are not gonna believe what I just learned.
Gather around, for I have an absolute whopper of a tale.
Okay.
Surveillance video from the hospital parking lot.
There's our boy Felix getting out of Dodge.
In a taxicab, huh?
Old-school.
TORRES: Well, taxis accept cash.
Maybe he didn't want a digital trail.
But I'm guessing you still tracked him.
That I did.
Ran the cab's plate, found the cabbie, who told me all about their long, strange trip.
First, Felix asked to be taken to Spelly's Sporting Goods, where he bought baseball cleats and two batting gloves.
Hmm, okay, that's totally normal.
Did he tell the cabbie why?
Nope, but buckle up because it is about to get even weirder.
Weirder than breaking out of the hospital to go shopping?
Oh, yeah.
So, Felix tells the cabbie he's paranoid about being followed, so he asked to be dropped off on a dirt road in the middle of nowhere.
He tell the cabbie why?
KASIE: No.
He just walked off wearing his new gloves and cleats.
You got to be kidding me.
I-I couldn't make this up.
TORRES: How do we know that the cabbie wasn't the one who just made it up?
Because he has proof.
He thought his friends weren't gonna believe him, so he shot a video.
KNIGHT: There he is.
There he goes.
KNIGHT: Maybe he loved Field of Dreams, and he thought that this was his big moment.
That's a vineyard, not a cornfield, but I get your point.
Felix is nuts.
Hmm, I don't know.
The dude is odd, but he's not nuts.
I think we're missing something.
Well, I already checked the map.
Other than an old set of railroad tracks, there's nothing but fields for miles.
What?
Felix is obsessed with trains.
If you're thinking he hopped a ride, I already checked.
No commuter trains run on that line, just freight.
Well, I've hopped on a few freights back in my undercover days, and all you need is guts...
and gloves...
and shoes with a good grip.
Like cleats?
Where do the tracks go, Kasie?
(typing) KASIE: Nothing...
Still nothing...
We got buildings.
Sierra Pelona Motel.
(railroad crossing bell clanging) TORRES: Did we just drive up to 1952?
It's very...
quaint.
Yeah.
You got all the modern amenities.
Look, we even got a phone booth.
("Legends Don't Die" by Nineoneone playing) ♪ I got some gasoline, you got some fire...
♪ (door closes) You got a reservation?
No, we're looking for a...
Can't help you if you don't got a reservation.
We're all booked up.
(music shuts off) You didn't let me finish.
TORRES: Damn.
I think you really pissed her off, bro.
This guy staying at the motel?
No clue.
I just started my shift, so I don't know anything.
Do you have a guest list?
So, what did this dude do?
He killed seven motel workers.
All desk clerks.
We're gonna need a key to Room 2.
Felix is using an alias.
John Stevens-- who's that?
Father of the American railroad.
How do you know that?
Studied it in school.
Nerd.
(chuckles) You really think it's Felix?
I think if it isn't, whoever's in Room 2 is gonna be pissed.
(knocks on door) Mr.
Stevens, federal agents.
Open up, or we're coming in.
(unlocking door) Hello?
NCIS.
Felix, you in here?
I got blood.
Clear.
Clear here, too.
KNIGHT: You got something?
Yeah.
Felix's hospital band.
I guess we found him.
Well, looks like whoever was trying to kill him found him first.
Thanks, Sheriff.
Arlington County has a BOLO out on Felix.
Still no hits.
TORRES: Yeah, we struck out, too.
None of the guests from the motel saw or heard anything.
What about security cameras?
No way.
The hotel doesn't even have an ice machine.
So we still don't know if Felix walked out or left in a body bag.
And the blood in the room?
KNIGHT: Kasie's analyzing that now.
You found blood?
Is it my husband's?
Madam Secretary, we weren't, uh...
I asked you a question.
Is it Felix's blood?
We don't know.
We're working on it.
Really?
Because it doesn't look to me like you're doing anything but standing around, chatting.
We understand that you're frustrated.
Frustrated?
No, I'm pissed off.
Where is my husband?
We don't know.
Is he alive?
We don't know.
Well, what do you know?
We'll find answers, but we need more time.
FLYNN: Well, Agent Parker, I'm not sure Felix has any more time.
So, if he's dead, there's blood on all your hands.
Madam Secretary.
I need a word.
Now.
Here.
Have a seat.
I know what you're going to say.
I overstepped.
I shouldn't be here.
No.
You shouldn't.
I showed up unannounced because I knew if I called, you wouldn't let me in through the gate.
Actually, ma'am, I don't have the authority to stop you, but I would've tried.
I couldn't sit there worrying a second longer.
And you thought coming in like a bull in a china shop was the best move?
I didn't think.
I reacted.
Do you ever wonder how Felix and I ended up together, Leon?
It crossed my mind.
We met freshman year at Amherst.
He was everything I was not-- spontaneous, funny, artistic.
Best of all, my dad hated him.
(laughing) We got married right after graduation, and I soon discovered his unique brilliance didn't translate to the real world.
But by then, I was in law school, I was pregnant with Arlene.
No matter what, he's a wonderful dad to our daughter.
She needs him back.
Then you need to let my agents do what they do best.
You need to trust them, Tara, not berate them.
I know.
Find my husband, Leon.
Bring him back to me.
We will.
And then you bring me the bastard who did this.
We will.
But the best thing you can do now is go home.
(phone rings) (exhales) Actually...
...change of plans.
(elevator bell dings) (elevator bell dings) Secretary Flynn, sign here, please.
What is this?
Maybe explain, Ms.
Hines?
Yes, of course.
I just tested the blood from your husband's hotel room.
Is it Felix's?
I don't know.
The hospital won't release his medical records because of HIPAA laws.
I could apply for a warrant, which will take a few days...
Or his wife could sign a release and get the records immediately.
Pen, please.
Once I get Felix's records, I'll know if the blood from the hotel room is his.
Thank you.
Felix is dead, isn't he, Leon?
He's already survived four attempts on his life.
If anyone could have gotten out of that room alive, it's him.
You know what's crazy?
For the last year, all I wanted was for him to go away.
Now all I want is to see him again.
I understand that feeling.
I do want to thank you for everything you and your team have done.
We're not done yet.
Felix's records just came in.
The blood from the hotel room is not his.
Oh, thank God.
Whose is it?
Unknown.
It's not a match for anyone in our system.
So that's it, then?
Is the blood a dead end?
Not quite.
The blood is a super rare type, AB negative, which only occurs in less than one percent of the population.
Tara?
AB negative?
Are you sure?
Why?
Last year my uncle needed a transfusion, so I organized a family blood drive.
And one of them was AB negative?
(doorbell rings) (sportscaster speaking indistinctly on TV) Oh, no.
Arlene, may we come in?
Did you find my dad?
No, but we know who found him yesterday.
Who?
SPORTSCASTER: And we thought it was gonna be a victory but not this big.
And there's the face-off.
Up the left...
(mutes TV) Ah, you're a big fan of, uh, Bakersfield Condors ice hockey, Victor?
Maybe you got a little money riding on the game?
I'm in Gamblers Anonymous, remember?
Right.
Felix's sponsor.
Which makes you the worst sponsor in history.
What are you talking about?
You're betting again, and you are in big-time debt to the wrong guy.
McGEE: Olev the bookie.
We had a little conversation with him.
He told us that you're into him for 50 grand.
What?
Vic, is this true?
Olev's lying.
I haven't made a bet in years.
Really?
Because he just installed cameras at his casino, and you're the star of the show.
Honey, I can ex...
Shut up.
What does this have to do with my dad?
Victor's debt was overdue.
Olev threatened to kill him if he didn't pay up.
Victor knew that your dad had an insurance policy, and you're the sole beneficiary.
No, I don't believe it.
No matter how desperate Vic was, he would never try to kill my dad.
KNIGHT: Well, you could prove it to us by letting us search you for injuries.
Whoever tried to kill Felix left blood all over the hotel.
His left arm.
Oh, yeah?
ARLENE: You said you cut your arm doing yard work.
You're under arrest.
Hey.
How did he know my father was hiding in a hotel room?
VICTOR: Take it easy, man.
Because your father texted him from a burn phone. "
Victor.
Tell Arlene I'm safe and laying low at the Sierra Pelona Motel."
ARLENE: My dad trusted you.
And you tried to kill him?
Say something!
I want a lawyer.
(dialing) Felix.
Special Agent McGee here.
Good, I got someone here that wants to talk to you.
Yeah.
Daddy?
Daddy, hi.
(crying): Yeah, you can come home now.
TORRES: Victor knows he's screwed because he just owned up to everything.
KNIGHT: First he cut the brake line to Felix's truck, and then he tried to sabotage his water heater.
And when that failed, he sent those "Please run me over" texts from Felix's cell.
What about the poison?
Purchased from the black market.
I can't believe my son-in-law is such a monster.
That makes two of us.
Sorry we're late.
Felix had a hankering for a...
Diet peach kombucha.
Well, I guess you earned it.
It's really good to see you, Tara.
I'm so glad you're okay.
Yeah, well, me, too.
FLYNN: Oh, my God, your neck.
Did Victor do that to you?
Yeah, when he attacked me at the motel, but I used the, uh, Swiss Army knife that you gave me to slice open his arm.
Felix, why didn't you tell anyone that it was Victor who attacked you?
Because I didn't know.
He was wearing a mask.
How's Arlene doing?
Better than I would be.
But I know one thing,
What are you doing?
(chuckles) Oh, it's, uh, it's called the-the useless box.
(laughs) That's all it does.
What about the meeting?
Don't judge me.
You skipped the meeting, too.
Hey, guys.
McGee, what the hell?
What?
I asked you to, you know, to go to that building safety meeting for me.
Yeah, it's all good.
I asked Parker to do it.
And he agreed?
PARKER: No, he did not.
But Kasie said she'd take notes for all of us.
Hey.
Useless box.
Let's see.
(laughs) It's a classic.
Guys, do you think we should be feeling guilty about skipping that meeting?
Somebody has to stay in the squad room in case we catch a case.
Uh, we have Bandium alerts for that.
Not for walk-ins.
Well, nobody just walks in to NCIS and...
I'd like to report a crime.
Actually, I would like to report three crimes.
Technically, it's one crime attempted three times.
Make that one felony attempted three times.
Uh, sir, slow down.
Take a breath.
Uh, let's start with your name.
It's Felix Lassiter.
The felony that I would like to report is attempted murder.
The intended victim is me, and the offender is my wife.
Okay, are you active duty or retired?
I-I'm not in the military.
Then you're gonna have to file a report with your local police department.
Yeah, we don't have jurisdiction to investigate.
Sure you do.
I came to the right place because...
because my wife is your boss.
My wife, the Secretary of the Navy, is trying to kill me.
♪ ♪ All right.
Right down here.
Please, uh, have a seat.
Make yourself at home, Mr.
Lassiter.
I'm not a mister.
Call me Felix.
All right, Felix, uh, do you want some coffee?
Do you have any diet peach kombucha?
Uh, we are fresh out.
Why don't you go ahead and sit tight, and, uh, we'll be right back.
There's only one Secretary of the Navy, right?
Yeah, Tara Flynn.
And she is married to that guy?
KNIGHT: For 33 years.
Here is a picture of them at the Navy Christmas Gala last year.
What does he do for a living?
Not much, but I think he fancies himself as some kind of inventor.
He has six patents pending, all for tiny wheel gears or something.
Well, they do say opposites attract.
No, no, no.
Opposites is, uh, Jimmy and Knight.
You find out anything else about him?
No criminal record, no outstanding warrants.
Oh, I did find out that he is the current president of the Toy Train Operating Society.
Well, that explains his love for tiny wheels.
Hmm.
Sorry about that, Felix.
Please.
Why don't you just, uh, start from the beginning.
My wife...
has tried to kill me not once, not twice, but three times.
What happened?
It started last week.
I was driving along when, all of a sudden, bam, my brakes failed, and I swerved right off the road, right into a tree.
Totaled my truck, and somehow I walked away.
But how exactly is that attempted murder?
I'm not done.
The other night, I'm watching TV in my apartment, and I hear this annoying beeping noise.
Hey, hold up, hold on, hold on.
Apartment?
You and your wife don't live together?
No, we do not because she-she kicked me out.
We're getting divorced.
Anyway, the beeping noise turned out to be the carbon monoxide alarm.
And?
And what?
I almost died for the second time.
And last but not least, this morning, I was attacked.
TORRES: Okay.
Attacked, that's something we can work with.
I was out for my regular walk, and a green Cadillac with a dent on the fender comes out of nowhere, tries to plow me down, and I jumped out of the way.
I came straight here.
Does your wife own a green Cadillac with a dent in the fender?
Well, no, but if she was gonna run me over, she wouldn't do it herself.
She obviously hired a hit man.
Mm.
Obviously?
Yes, Agent Torres.
Uh...
I'm telling you people, my wife wants to kill me.
Did she tell you that?
She didn't have to.
Last week, she came over and destroyed my prized Lionel train set, 1976 edition.
TORRES: So, even if this is true, it still doesn't prove that she's a murderer.
Well, somebody's trying to kill me.
Who else would it be?
McGEE: Well, did you ever consider that these three events were accidents?
Three near-death accidents in less than a week?
Felix, do you have any evidence at all that your wife is responsible for any of these incidents?
FELIX: Isn't that your job?
I was kind of hoping that NCIS would open an investigation before I end up dead.
No, don't worry.
We're looking for your wife as we speak.
I'm sorry, Director, but Secretary Flynn's unavailable.
She just left on a flight to Amsterdam to address NATO's Security Council.
Please let her know we'd like to speak to her as soon as she lands.
You'll be her first call.
In the meantime, if it's okay, we'd like to talk to you.
About?
Her husband.
Oh, boy.
(sighs) What's Felix claiming now?
What do you mean now?
Felix is what I call a hot mess.
He's a nice guy, and I know he loves the secretary, but the guy's basically nuts.
Last year, he thought the secretary was having an affair with the Sultan of Brunei.
I take it she wasn't.
Is he being serious, Director?
I can't tell through the screen.
Just continue, Rafa.
After years of all his conspiracy theories, she finally had enough and kicked him out.
But he's dragging his feet on the divorce because he thinks he can somehow win her back.
He's delusional.
Did she go to his apartment and smash his model train set?
I highly doubt it, but even if she did, I'm sure he deserved it.
Felix has put the woman through hell.
But this isn't about trains, is it?
Would it be possible to see the secretary's itinerary from last week?
Of course.
I'll send it right over.
Thank you, Rafa.
Tread lightly on this.
The press finds out that we're even questioning SECNAV about a crime, she's done politically.
You're saying investigate the Secretary of the Navy?
We have no choice.
A report's been filed.
Something tells me that, uh, you don't buy any of this.
I've met Felix a few times over the years.
He cornered me once to talk about robot birds and laser beam cancer.
(scoffs) Robot birds?
He's a whack job, and I'm not going to allow him to drag the secretary down on his way out the door.
And speaking of doors, please escort Mr.
Lassiter to ours.
So, now what?
What, just go home?
Well, if anything else happens, give us a call.
We'll check it out.
Uh...
(stammers) That's reassuring.
If anything else happens, you'll probably find me in a pool of my own blood.
(heavy breathing) McGEE: Felix, you okay?
Sir, are you prone to panic attacks?
Whoa, whoa.
Felix, Felix.
Whoa, whoa.
Easy.
Felix, Felix, breathe.
Call an ambulance.
Okay, this is not a panic attack.
(labored breathing) Come on, breathe through it.
TORRES: This guy had a hell of a week.
Honestly, I thought it was all just in his head, but then the way he was foaming from the mouth...
You think it was poison?
It looked that way to me.
But even if he was poisoned, we still don't know that SECNAV was behind it.
True.
Good morning, Agents.
I'm Dr.
Singh.
How's he doing?
He is stabilized.
We believe the seizure was caused by a pre-existing heart condition.
Are you aware that, when he collapsed, he was telling us that someone was trying to kill him?
SINGH: Yes, which is why we ran a comprehensive blood test to search for any toxins.
It came back clean.
Wow, so he was just the unluckiest dude in the world?
He almost dies while telling us how he almost died?
Well, it's quite possible that his other near-death experiences helped trigger this cardiac event.
Well, we're still gonna have to run our own blood test just to be sure.
Of course.
When can we talk to him?
He'll wake up in a few hours.
In the meantime, his daughter Arlene would like to speak to you.
Honey, your dad's strong.
He's gonna be okay.
Arlene?
I'm Special Agent Knight, this is Special Agent Torres.
Nice to meet you.
This is my husband Victor.
Hi.
Sorry about your dad.
Yeah, I'm just relieved it seems like he's gonna be okay...
again.
Again?
Felix has had these episodes before.
But all those other times, NCIS hasn't showed up.
Why are you, why are you here?
Um...
Have a seat.
Your father was at our office when he collapsed.
Why would my dad be at your off...
(scoffs) He came in to report that my mom is trying to kill him, didn't he?
Oh, so you know how he feels?
Yes, he told me.
And I told him I loved him, but he's crazy.
I hope this goes without saying, but believe me, my mom is not trying to murder my father.
Did they fight a lot?
They always fight a lot.
Felix can be a little bit exasperating.
Hmm.
My dad is...
he's brilliant, but he's complicated.
I know he seems a little more than odd, but he's a great father.
And he's been struggling lately because he's losing the woman he loves.
And because he thinks that woman is trying to kill him.
VICTOR: Arlene already told you, her mother would never do something like that.
We're not accusing your mother of anything.
We're just trying to find out if Felix is in danger.
Wait, are you saying someone might actually be trying to kill my dad?
We're saying we don't know yet.
Does he have any enemies?
ARLENE: No.
I mean, he doesn't really have any friends either.
All he's ever had was my mom and us.
A-And now he's only got us.
PARKER: Felix's truck?
Yeah, near-death experience number one.
The first domino that kicked off a very bad week.
All right, take me through it.
I spoke with Felix's auto mechanic.
He inspected the brakes and confirmed that they failed.
Failed or were sabotaged?
Yeah, mechanic couldn't tell.
Truck was an old clunker.
Maybe the brake line was cut, maybe it rotted.
Let's inspect it ourselves.
Oh, it's too late.
Mechanic sent it to the junkyard yesterday.
Got crushed into the size of a suitcase.
Efficient junkyard.
Uh, speaking of, uh, cars, I was able to find a witness who confirmed Felix's story about nearly getting hit on his morning walk.
By a green Cadillac with a dent in the fender?
Yup.
All right.
Witness get a plate or a description of the driver?
No.
The witness actually said that it could've been Felix's fault for walking too close to the road.
What about the other near-death experience?
Felix's furnace.
Had a plumber look at it.
He found a hole in the heat exchanger, which was leaking carbon monoxide into the apartment.
Plumber couldn't tell if it was because of rust or a screwdriver.
So, we know a lot more but don't know anything more.
Basically, yeah.
You think we're being karmically punished for skipping that mandatory meeting?
(phone rings) Kasie's got something.
(indistinct conversation) Hey, it's the dynamic duo.
What is it?
I ran a full tox screen on Felix's blood, then I ran it again.
And?
And then she called me down here to triple-check her findings.
Which are?
KASIE: Clean.
Just like the doctor said.
PARKER: But I'm guessing you didn't call me down here just to tell me that.
JIMMY: And you would be guessing correctly because it's what Kasie didn't find that raised her suspicions.
Felix's blood showed decreased erythrocyte cholinesterase, a common sign of excessive absorption of organophosphate compounds.
Organophosphates are, uh, natural poisons, usually found in insecticides.
KASIE: So, then I ran a secondary test that the hospital didn't think to perform, and it showed trace amounts of adenosine in his system.
Am I supposed to know what that is?
Oh, it's a very deadly nerve agent.
It was developed by the Russian military for use in warfare.
Well, does the U.S.
Navy have adenosine in its arsenal?
Well, sure, but they would never use it in warfare, they only use it for research.
Uh, the Navy has it stored in secured facilities, but only a dozen people have authorization to access it.
One of which just so happens to be Felix's wife.
Am I the only one who thought this Felix guy was just nuts?
Oh, no.
As soon as I met him, I thought he was a few sandwiches short of a picnic.
It's a saying.
Y-You know, people say that.
The point is, is that Felix's crazy story doesn't sound so crazy anymore.
Yeah, well, all we know is that he was poisoned.
We don't know if SECNAV was the one who did it.
That's why we ask her.
Wait, you mean interrogate her?
Yeah.
Follow the evidence and interrogate the suspect, like we always do.
Yeah, Tim, but the suspect is the Secretary of the Navy.
I know.
Our boss's boss.
I know.
Who can fire everyone in here.
None of that matters.
We have to treat her like any other suspect.
(elevator bell dings) (clears throat) TORRES: And there's your suspect.
Okay, you let us know how that goes.
(door opens) (door closes) What did I miss?
Nothing yet.
She just sat down.
TORRES: Yeah, she looks pissed.
Well, she's about to be interrogated by her own agents.
I'm sure she's had better days.
Ooh, here we go.
The first thing I want to say to both of you...
is I'm sorry.
What?
Plot twist.
Sorry for what?
For Felix.
For the chaos he's caused.
Not that I'm surprised.
I've been apologizing for his antics for 33 years.
What antics exactly?
We don't have time to go down that rabbit hole, Agent Parker.
Let's just get to the part where you ask me uncomfortable questions.
Madam Secretary, have you ever tried to kill your husband?
No.
Of course not.
I want to divorce the man, not kill him.
What about his train set?
Oh, I murdered that.
I'm not proud of it, but when I went over to his apartment to ask why he hadn't signed the divorce papers yet, he was running his little Polar Express, wearing that damn conductor hat, and I lost it.
How did these two end up together?
You never know where Cupid's arrow lands.
Yeah, well, Cupid misfired.
The truth is, Felix is his own worst enemy.
With the conspiracy theories and the overactive imagination.
I-I'm sure it was just stress that caused this heart episode.
It wasn't stress.
He was poisoned.
What?
Are you sure?
Does our daughter know?
Yeah, we just contacted her, yeah.
Well, then I hate to cut this short, but my family needs me right now.
I have to see Felix.
Uh, we can't let you do that, ma'am.
Why?
Because you think I poisoned him.
Well, we identified the toxin in his bloodstream as adenosine.
Never heard of it.
It's a nerve gas that, with your clearance, you would have access to.
I did not poison my husband, but if what you say is true, someone is trying to kill him.
Do you have any idea who this someone may be?
This would not be the time to hold back.
I haven't told this to anyone outside of my own family, but Felix has a gambling problem.
(scoffs) It's not a problem, it's an addiction.
How bad?
Bad enough to lose our life savings and our daughter's college fund.
Who did Felix owe?
His bookie, who does not take IOUs.
This bookie have a name?
Olev Kozlov.
Olev.
Is he Russian?
Yes.
And I wouldn't be surprised if he had ties to the Russian mob.
I told Felix not to mess around with this guy, but he didn't listen.
Do you know where he operates?
He runs an illegal casino out of the back of his pawnshop in Alexandria.
KNIGHT: Doesn't make sense to me.
McGEE: What, a casino in a pawnshop?
No, not that part.
Why a bookie would kill one of their own clients.
I mean, if Felix dies, then bookie doesn't get paid, so, seems like murder's bad for business.
Yeah, so is letting word get out that your clients don't have to settle up.
Maybe you're right.
Green Cadillac.
With a dent in the fender.
I guess some bookies do kill.
("Mr.
Gangster" by Tigerman playing) (rapping in foreign language) ♪ Gangster...
♪ ♪ Mr.
Gangster...
♪ ♪ Mr.
Gangster...
♪ Hey.
You open?
I'm here, ain't I?
Oh, that's a nice bike.
You ride?
Nope.
You got a name?
Yep.
Hey, get away from there!
NCIS.
Sit down.
McGEE: We got a locked back room.
Is your boss back there?
Do you have a key to that door?
Sit tight.
We'll be back.
You need to work on your people skills.
NCIS.
Put your hands where we can see 'em, guys.
Come on.
You Olev?
Da.
KNIGHT: You, over next to him.
You two, stay right there.
You make mistake.
This is for recreational purpose only.
KNIGHT: We'll worry about your casino later.
Right now you're being arrested for attempted murder.
Murder?
No, I kill no one.
But you tried to kill Felix Lassiter.
Felix?
Oh, no, no, I love Felix.
Felix a good man.
And how much did this good man owe you?
Oh, Felix, he retired.
No more bets.
He does Gamblers Anonymous now.
You care to explain why your car tried to run down your good buddy Felix this morning?
No, my car never hurt nobody.
Where were you at 7:45 a.m.?
Not driving my Caddy.
Car is mine, da.
I no drive.
Bad eyes.
Who drives it?
Zero.
My associate.
That guy's name out there is Zero?
Da.
Fitting.
McGEE: All right, were you driving this car this morning at...?
Yeah, I was.
I did it.
You didn't let him finish.
I don't have to.
I did it.
Did what?
Tried to run Felix over.
Oh, you've got to be kidding me.
Well, we appreciate the honesty.
I do not.
You could have wrecked my Caddy.
Hands behind your back.
Whoa.
Why, man?
'Cause we're arresting you for attempted murder.
It may come as a shock, but trying to hit somebody with your car is illegal.
What if they asked you to do it?
Didn't see that coming, huh?
Felix asked you to run him over?
Yeah.
KNIGHT: Yeah, no, we're not believing that.
That's why I kept the receipts.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
It's only my phone.
Me and Felix texted all about it.
Said he was sick of life.
His heart condition, his divorce, couldn't gamble.
He paid me two Gs for it.
You got your money, why didn't you kill him?
I tried, man.
Swerved right at him.
He jumped out of the way.
Why?
Don't know, don't care.
All I know, I got my two Gs.
KNIGHT: Well, good.
You can use that cash as a down payment on your defense attorney.
Yeah, now you're under arrest.
Turn around.
Come on, why?
Because murder for hire is illegal, even if the client is also the victim.
Seriously?
Parker, you're not gonna believe this.
(elevator bell dings) He asked to be run over?
(sighs) Apparently.
Why?
Well, maybe he got so mad at his ex-wife that he decided to frame her for attempted murder.
You mean he set it all up?
He cut his own brake line?
He punctured his own heater and asked to be run over?
And the coup d'état is, he poisoned himself so he would collapse right in front of us.
He'd done some research, he would've known how much aden...
whatever he could have taken and still survived.
And all the bread crumbs would lead right to SECNAV.
You really think he hates his wife that much?
Let's ask him.
VANCE: So, he just waltzed out of the hospital?
Nurses were changing shifts.
Well, what about the security cameras?
Well, Kasie is pulling parking lot video as we speak.
I think we should warn SECNAV.
I already did.
I also ordered her a 24-hour protection detail.
Good call.
SECNAV didn't think so.
She sent the detail home.
She said she's not afraid of her husband.
Well, maybe she should be.
Why do you think Felix ran?
We don't know.
Maybe somehow he got tipped off that we were onto him.
His cell phone is powered off.
He hasn't been back to his apartment, and his only friends say they haven't heard from him.
What about the daughter Arlene?
She says she hasn't heard from him either.
Well, if he's gonna contact anyone, it's gonna be her.
Go pay her a visit.
(doorbell rings) Please come in.
Daddy, it's me.
Can you please call me back?
I am worried sick.
I just want to make sure you're okay.
Still no answer, babe?
No, straight to voice mail again.
Please tell me you've heard from him.
Uh, no.
That's why we're here.
Well, shouldn't you be out there searching for him?
Or better yet, the person who poisoned him?
Well, we-we never said that someone poisoned him.
We said that he ingested poison.
What's the difference?
I mean, it's not like he poisoned himself.
You got to be kidding me.
You think my dad is suicidal?
No, no.
Actually, we don't.
So, why would he do something like that?
Maybe to set your mom up for attempted murder.
You can't be serious.
So your brilliant theory is that he did all of this to himself?
Based on what?
Your dad texted a career criminal.
Told him he'd pay the guy a couple of grand to run him over.
ARLENE: "I'm sick of the pain.
You will be doing me a favor."
So this guy tried to kill him?
Yeah, but Felix was able to jump out of the way at the last second.
Then he shows up at NCIS and tries to blame the whole thing on your mom.
No, my dad did not write these texts.
Well, they were sent from his phone.
Maybe so, but they weren't sent by him.
He doesn't use emojis and doesn't ever text in shorthand.
Look for yourself.
I have a thousand messages from my dad, all written out in full punctuated sentences, like old people do.
Look, I get why you think my dad is capable of something like this.
He's made a lot of dumb mistakes.
Like gambling away your college fund, then lying about it?
He had a problem, but he's battled back from it.
He hasn't bet on a game in a year.
You sure about that?
Yeah.
I am.
I'd know firsthand how hard Felix has worked.
I'm his sponsor at Gamblers Anonymous.
Yeah, I guess the old adage is true.
(chuckles) You do marry your father.
But in our case, it's the best thing that could've ever happened.
Vic saw my dad struggling and stepped in to help.
I'm really proud of them both.
Well, uh, you were right.
No emojis.
Then who sent those texts?
We don't know, but we're gonna find out and we're gonna find your dad.
In the meantime, let us know right away if he calls you, okay?
I will.
Thank you.
Think she's right?
I think we have to check it out.
If Felix didn't send those texts, that means somebody's been trying to kill him and make it look like an accident.
And they're probably looking to finish the job.
Better find Felix first.
You guys are not gonna believe what I just learned.
Gather around, for I have an absolute whopper of a tale.
Okay.
Surveillance video from the hospital parking lot.
There's our boy Felix getting out of Dodge.
In a taxicab, huh?
Old-school.
TORRES: Well, taxis accept cash.
Maybe he didn't want a digital trail.
But I'm guessing you still tracked him.
That I did.
Ran the cab's plate, found the cabbie, who told me all about their long, strange trip.
First, Felix asked to be taken to Spelly's Sporting Goods, where he bought baseball cleats and two batting gloves.
Hmm, okay, that's totally normal.
Did he tell the cabbie why?
Nope, but buckle up because it is about to get even weirder.
Weirder than breaking out of the hospital to go shopping?
Oh, yeah.
So, Felix tells the cabbie he's paranoid about being followed, so he asked to be dropped off on a dirt road in the middle of nowhere.
He tell the cabbie why?
KASIE: No.
He just walked off wearing his new gloves and cleats.
You got to be kidding me.
I-I couldn't make this up.
TORRES: How do we know that the cabbie wasn't the one who just made it up?
Because he has proof.
He thought his friends weren't gonna believe him, so he shot a video.
KNIGHT: There he is.
There he goes.
KNIGHT: Maybe he loved Field of Dreams, and he thought that this was his big moment.
That's a vineyard, not a cornfield, but I get your point.
Felix is nuts.
Hmm, I don't know.
The dude is odd, but he's not nuts.
I think we're missing something.
Well, I already checked the map.
Other than an old set of railroad tracks, there's nothing but fields for miles.
What?
Felix is obsessed with trains.
If you're thinking he hopped a ride, I already checked.
No commuter trains run on that line, just freight.
Well, I've hopped on a few freights back in my undercover days, and all you need is guts...
and gloves...
and shoes with a good grip.
Like cleats?
Where do the tracks go, Kasie?
(typing) KASIE: Nothing...
Still nothing...
We got buildings.
Sierra Pelona Motel.
(railroad crossing bell clanging) TORRES: Did we just drive up to 1952?
It's very...
quaint.
Yeah.
You got all the modern amenities.
Look, we even got a phone booth.
("Legends Don't Die" by Nineoneone playing) ♪ I got some gasoline, you got some fire...
♪ (door closes) You got a reservation?
No, we're looking for a...
Can't help you if you don't got a reservation.
We're all booked up.
(music shuts off) You didn't let me finish.
TORRES: Damn.
I think you really pissed her off, bro.
This guy staying at the motel?
No clue.
I just started my shift, so I don't know anything.
Do you have a guest list?
So, what did this dude do?
He killed seven motel workers.
All desk clerks.
We're gonna need a key to Room 2.
Felix is using an alias.
John Stevens-- who's that?
Father of the American railroad.
How do you know that?
Studied it in school.
Nerd.
(chuckles) You really think it's Felix?
I think if it isn't, whoever's in Room 2 is gonna be pissed.
(knocks on door) Mr.
Stevens, federal agents.
Open up, or we're coming in.
(unlocking door) Hello?
NCIS.
Felix, you in here?
I got blood.
Clear.
Clear here, too.
KNIGHT: You got something?
Yeah.
Felix's hospital band.
I guess we found him.
Well, looks like whoever was trying to kill him found him first.
Thanks, Sheriff.
Arlington County has a BOLO out on Felix.
Still no hits.
TORRES: Yeah, we struck out, too.
None of the guests from the motel saw or heard anything.
What about security cameras?
No way.
The hotel doesn't even have an ice machine.
So we still don't know if Felix walked out or left in a body bag.
And the blood in the room?
KNIGHT: Kasie's analyzing that now.
You found blood?
Is it my husband's?
Madam Secretary, we weren't, uh...
I asked you a question.
Is it Felix's blood?
We don't know.
We're working on it.
Really?
Because it doesn't look to me like you're doing anything but standing around, chatting.
We understand that you're frustrated.
Frustrated?
No, I'm pissed off.
Where is my husband?
We don't know.
Is he alive?
We don't know.
Well, what do you know?
We'll find answers, but we need more time.
FLYNN: Well, Agent Parker, I'm not sure Felix has any more time.
So, if he's dead, there's blood on all your hands.
Madam Secretary.
I need a word.
Now.
Here.
Have a seat.
I know what you're going to say.
I overstepped.
I shouldn't be here.
No.
You shouldn't.
I showed up unannounced because I knew if I called, you wouldn't let me in through the gate.
Actually, ma'am, I don't have the authority to stop you, but I would've tried.
I couldn't sit there worrying a second longer.
And you thought coming in like a bull in a china shop was the best move?
I didn't think.
I reacted.
Do you ever wonder how Felix and I ended up together, Leon?
It crossed my mind.
We met freshman year at Amherst.
He was everything I was not-- spontaneous, funny, artistic.
Best of all, my dad hated him.
(laughing) We got married right after graduation, and I soon discovered his unique brilliance didn't translate to the real world.
But by then, I was in law school, I was pregnant with Arlene.
No matter what, he's a wonderful dad to our daughter.
She needs him back.
Then you need to let my agents do what they do best.
You need to trust them, Tara, not berate them.
I know.
Find my husband, Leon.
Bring him back to me.
We will.
And then you bring me the bastard who did this.
We will.
But the best thing you can do now is go home.
(phone rings) (exhales) Actually...
...change of plans.
(elevator bell dings) (elevator bell dings) Secretary Flynn, sign here, please.
What is this?
Maybe explain, Ms.
Hines?
Yes, of course.
I just tested the blood from your husband's hotel room.
Is it Felix's?
I don't know.
The hospital won't release his medical records because of HIPAA laws.
I could apply for a warrant, which will take a few days...
Or his wife could sign a release and get the records immediately.
Pen, please.
Once I get Felix's records, I'll know if the blood from the hotel room is his.
Thank you.
Felix is dead, isn't he, Leon?
He's already survived four attempts on his life.
If anyone could have gotten out of that room alive, it's him.
You know what's crazy?
For the last year, all I wanted was for him to go away.
Now all I want is to see him again.
I understand that feeling.
I do want to thank you for everything you and your team have done.
We're not done yet.
Felix's records just came in.
The blood from the hotel room is not his.
Oh, thank God.
Whose is it?
Unknown.
It's not a match for anyone in our system.
So that's it, then?
Is the blood a dead end?
Not quite.
The blood is a super rare type, AB negative, which only occurs in less than one percent of the population.
Tara?
AB negative?
Are you sure?
Why?
Last year my uncle needed a transfusion, so I organized a family blood drive.
And one of them was AB negative?
(doorbell rings) (sportscaster speaking indistinctly on TV) Oh, no.
Arlene, may we come in?
Did you find my dad?
No, but we know who found him yesterday.
Who?
SPORTSCASTER: And we thought it was gonna be a victory but not this big.
And there's the face-off.
Up the left...
(mutes TV) Ah, you're a big fan of, uh, Bakersfield Condors ice hockey, Victor?
Maybe you got a little money riding on the game?
I'm in Gamblers Anonymous, remember?
Right.
Felix's sponsor.
Which makes you the worst sponsor in history.
What are you talking about?
You're betting again, and you are in big-time debt to the wrong guy.
McGEE: Olev the bookie.
We had a little conversation with him.
He told us that you're into him for 50 grand.
What?
Vic, is this true?
Olev's lying.
I haven't made a bet in years.
Really?
Because he just installed cameras at his casino, and you're the star of the show.
Honey, I can ex...
Shut up.
What does this have to do with my dad?
Victor's debt was overdue.
Olev threatened to kill him if he didn't pay up.
Victor knew that your dad had an insurance policy, and you're the sole beneficiary.
No, I don't believe it.
No matter how desperate Vic was, he would never try to kill my dad.
KNIGHT: Well, you could prove it to us by letting us search you for injuries.
Whoever tried to kill Felix left blood all over the hotel.
His left arm.
Oh, yeah?
ARLENE: You said you cut your arm doing yard work.
You're under arrest.
Hey.
How did he know my father was hiding in a hotel room?
VICTOR: Take it easy, man.
Because your father texted him from a burn phone. "
Victor.
Tell Arlene I'm safe and laying low at the Sierra Pelona Motel."
ARLENE: My dad trusted you.
And you tried to kill him?
Say something!
I want a lawyer.
(dialing) Felix.
Special Agent McGee here.
Good, I got someone here that wants to talk to you.
Yeah.
Daddy?
Daddy, hi.
(crying): Yeah, you can come home now.
TORRES: Victor knows he's screwed because he just owned up to everything.
KNIGHT: First he cut the brake line to Felix's truck, and then he tried to sabotage his water heater.
And when that failed, he sent those "Please run me over" texts from Felix's cell.
What about the poison?
Purchased from the black market.
I can't believe my son-in-law is such a monster.
That makes two of us.
Sorry we're late.
Felix had a hankering for a...
Diet peach kombucha.
Well, I guess you earned it.
It's really good to see you, Tara.
I'm so glad you're okay.
Yeah, well, me, too.
FLYNN: Oh, my God, your neck.
Did Victor do that to you?
Yeah, when he attacked me at the motel, but I used the, uh, Swiss Army knife that you gave me to slice open his arm.
Felix, why didn't you tell anyone that it was Victor who attacked you?
Because I didn't know.
He was wearing a mask.
How's Arlene doing?
Better than I would be.
But I know one thing,