NCIS

Where is your allegiance today, Sergei?

What language should we speak?

Russian? Farsi? Chinese?

Let's go with English.

You spend so much time sucking up to Americans...

by all means, you should be comfortable.

There is a word for you in English...

Scum.

Scum supporting terror

with finance...

intelligence...

weapons...

Although, intelligence may not be...

the right English word,

since you have lost so many treasured clients

in recent years.

Like this one.

Ari Haswari.

But he was more than a client, yes?

You considered him your friend.

I have many friends, Anton.

Ari's death left you with, how shall I say,

an unhealthy interest in American agency NCIS.

And now my sources tell me that an employee of theirs is here,

in Moscow.

You and your people have been following him.

I know nothing about that.

Stay away from NCIS.

Calm yourself, counselor.

I wouldn't dream of implicating Mother Russia.

My interests will remain personal.

Deeply personal.

I'm sure you've seen him around the office, Gibbs.

Kevin Hussein, our systems administrator?

Yeah, "I.T. Kevin." What about him?

Could be nothing.

He took leave without pay this week

to visit a sick uncle in Moscow.

Uncle apparently died yesterday,

and while he was making arrangements

to ship his body back here for burial,

Kevin got the feeling he was being watched, followed.

Well, yeah, Leon. It isRussia.

Russia says it's not them.

Either way, he got spooked,

took refuge at our embassy in Moscow.

Now he needs safe passage home.

What, someone can't just put him on a plane?

Kid's a walking database of naval technology, Gibbs...

A very attractive target for our enemies.

So, the embassy contacted SECNAV,

and SECNAV has requested you to be his escort.

Me.

Like I said, could be nothing.

I.T. Kevin, the computer geek?

He does comedy improv; Sweet guy.

Yeah, I don't know about the comedy,

but, uh, his improv skills definitely helped put away

the world's number one cyber terrorist.

Yet, you still call him a geek.

Yes. Once a geek, always a geek.

So, uh, what's going on in Moscow, boss?

Think he's got an uncle that teaches

at one of the universities there.

Thank you, boss. Boss?

Long story, but one of you are coming.

I don't know if I can go.

Uh, jet lag from that trip to Spain is still haunting me.

Well, I did just get back from Dubai.

Yeah, I might have popped a rib running with those bulls.

Plus, I'm tremendously out of shape.

All Delilah and I did was eat and sleep

and eat and, well, other things.

Fear not, weary travelers.

After an entire summer spent house-hunting

with Jake, to no avail,

I would be thrilled to go just about anywhere, Gibbs.

Nope, Defense Attaché only gave clearance to senior agents.

Never ask for the job. Right.

Well, you know Kevin very well.

He helped you put away Ajay Khan.

Ah, yes, he did.

Rock, paper, scissors.

Yeah.

Damn!

Good job, McPaper.

Dasvidaniya.

In here, sir. Thank you.

Tim.

Oh, man, am I glad to see you.

Whoa, Kevin. You okay?

Much better now.

You have no idea the last three days that I...

Oh, my God. Agent Gibbs.

Wow, they sent the A-team.

Not that you're not A-team enough, Tim.

But Agent Gibbs...

I didn't mean to make extra work for you, sir.

I really didn't.

Breathe, Kev. Deep breaths.

And I swear I am not being paranoid.

Pretty sure I was being followed the minute I got here.

Wait, you're "pretty sure"?

Completely sure.

Positively.

You brought a Navy helicopter?

You expected a hot-air balloon?

I didn't know what to expect.

How'd you sneak it past the Russians?

Diplomatic courtesy.

And a couple of ace pilots.

Lieutenant Commander Banks, Lieutenant Hagen,

say hi to Kevin.

Welcome aboard. Sorry we're

hitting a little bit of rough air.

It's no problem, ma'am.

Miss.

We're going out the same way we came in.

North over the Kola Peninsula to the Barents Sea.

From there, you'll take a COD to the UK,

then a C-40 Clipper home.

Enjoy the in-flight movie, gentlemen.

There's a, there's a movie?

This is Echo-Bravo-Nine.

We're airborne and en route.

It's, uh...

it's my first helicopter ride.

You'd never know.

Jerky?

No, thanks.

I'll be fine.

So, your uncle...

what-what was it?

Cancer?

Lung.

Stage three.

Thought he was on the upswing, but, uh...

Well, at least you got to send him home.

Not the way I wanted.

What the hell?

Radar tracking, 2:00.

Warrior, this is Echo-Bravo-Nine.

We have been targeted by a surface-to-air missile.

Hang on back there.

Execute evasive maneuvers!

Coming up on our right. Breaking left.

We've been hit.

Mayday, Mayday, Mayday. This is Echo-Bravo-Nine.

Position 6-7-3-3, decimal...

Everybody brace for impact.

Losing aft hydraulics.

Mayday, Mayday, Mayday...!

Warrior, this is Echo-Bravo-Nine.

We have been targeted by a surface-to-air missile.

Hang on back there.

Coming up on our right. Breaking left.

We've been hit. Mayday, Mayday, Mayday.

This is Echo-Bravo-Nine,

position 6-7-3-3, decimal...

And that was the last transmission.

0100 Zulu.

That's 12 minutes ago.

And no transponder?

We've yet to pick up a distress beacon.

I'll make some calls.

Surface-to-air missile?

Nothing we saw coming.

Stream us a copy

of that last Mayday transmission, commander.

And get me the Russian embassy.

Hey!

Hey!

Hagan! Joe... you okay?

Evans?

Hagan, talk to me.

Banks.

Hold on, Banks.

Talk to me... I can get you out.

Don't move. I'm fine. I'm fine.

Check on Joe.

Where's Evans?

Let's not worry about that right now.

Let's take care of you.

Boss...

It's okay.

Kevin!

Pressure on it.

Kevin?

Right here.

Oh, man. I don't believe this.

Somebody find me the first aid kit.

We left our go-bags on the ship, boss.

What the hell happened? Kevin, get me the kit.

They're dead, aren't they?

Joe, Evans...

I found it.

Found a kit.

Here.

Go on, help McGee. Go find some water.

Yes, Director Vance.