- Whoa, whoa. Oh, sorry. Sorry. Watch where you're going.
Everybody's got an angle, huh?
Get your dogs right here. Who's next?
I'll take two kraut dogs. Excuse me. I need a napkin.
Thank you.
Not exactly your style.
Uh, it's a gift for my mom.
Mind if I take a look inside?
Yes.
Wasn't a request.
Come on, man. This is harassment. That's my purse.
What the hell?
Hands up where I can see them!
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Whoa, that's not my purse.
Uh, boss, wouldn't do that. I just finished calibrating your monitors.
- Was working fine until you touched it. - Hmm.
All I did was tweak the color gamma.
Mind if I? Thanks.
We just need to restart your e-mail clients. No.
All right, let me try this.
- Boss, that's really not gonna help. - Well, it helps me.
Oh. Ah, ah. Um...
Sorry, boss. Sorry.
Thanks. Thank you. I'm sorry. Um...
How about you take mine?
It's a double half-caf Sumatra blend with a twist of lemon.
I'll have it fixed by the time you get back.
Good morning, boss. I like that shirt.
Hope you didn't break his computer.
He doesn't like that even when it's working.
I should've listened to my horoscope. It said I should stay home today.
- Your horoscope? - What else did it say?
Avoid new relationships.
Which, after last week, is probably not a bad idea either.
- What's so funny? - Just that you think you have a choice.
- And that you read your horoscope. - Just for fun. But it is interesting.
I have been thinking about taking a break from dating for a while.
- Okay, now what's so funny? - Same thing.
Thanks for the support, Tony.
- I thought you were going for coffee. - Yeah, I was. Grab your gear.
We've got a dead Marine, at least some of him.
Just give me one second here, boss. I almost have this fixed.
Fixed. Let's go.
We've got the same ID Arlington P.D. did.
Corporal Zack Armstrong.
- Check them all, McGee. - We also need to ID the teeth.
I have already requested the corporal's dental records.
I could construct a mold when we get back to the Navy Yard.
- Is this all there is? Yep.
Any clue as to where the rest of him is?
- No. Well, interesting.
This tooth appears to have been extracted with a pair of pliers.
Victim dead or alive, Duck? Impossible to say.
But all these identifying features
- have been removed for a reason. - Dead.
I'll check with coroner. See if anything's turned up.
Pickpocket told us the same story he told the cops.
We pulled prints from the hot dog cart.
Hopefully, our suspect is among them.
He's one cold-blooded killer.
Stops for a hot dog while getting rid of evidence.
But it's not uncommon for killers
to find themselves unusually hungry after the act.
It is uncommon, however,
to find them disposing of the evidence in such a stylish bag.
Actually, it's a knockoff.
You can tell by the stitching here
and how steep the curves are on the C's.
- It's a long story. And a good catch, Gremlin.
Might help us trace it.
Need to find the rest of his victim.
I think I just did. County coroner's got a body,
found it in Glen Oak Preserve not far from here.
Tied to a tree, missing his fingers and teeth.
It's gotta be our guy.
The good news is DNA confirms this is, in fact, Corporal Armstrong.
Okay. Give me the bad news.
Well, I haven't started my autopsy yet, but the previous ME
had some information, which I thought relevant.
Her report indicates that this bullet wound to the head
- was post-mortem. - Killer making sure he was dead.
Well, the actual cause of death is far more interesting.
This is Armstrong's medical file.
It says right here that he is...
- Five-six. - Yes.
Though I measure him at just over 6 feet tall.
Hell of a growth spurt.
X-rays indicate massive dislocations to virtually every bone in his body.
And synovial capsule trauma
tells me that these occurred rather slowly.
And I'm sure you noticed the rope burns
to his wrists and ankles.
So he was tied up and he was tortured.
Rather violently, using a method
that was quite popular during the Spanish Inquisition
known as the rack.
Our corporal was stretched to death.
Corporal Zack Armstrong, 25, was a decorated Marine.
He was about to be deployed to Afghanistan.
Before that, he served two tours in Iraq.
Which earned him a Silver Star.
He single-handedly captured the Nine and Ten of Clubs
in the Iraq War fugitive deck of cards.
High-profile targets.
With many just now being sentenced.
Think the corporal's murder was payback for their capture?
He was tied while someone drove off with his feet.
He certainly pissed off somebody.
Witnesses say they saw him arguing with a woman outside a theater
the night before he was killed. They said she was, um, pissed.
- You got a name? - Not yet.
I could check ATM cameras in the area.
Not without a warrant, of course.
- Always. You must be Agent McGee.
Can I help you with something?
Blake Martin, Viperkey Security.
I e-mailed you about my visit.
We've been having some computer problems today.
Huh, so are we.
My company handles certain sensitive security issues for the Pentagon.
I was assigned by DoD to investigate several breaches
- that have emanated from this office. - Really?
It must be some computer virus or something.
Or illegal hacking.
Now, you are Agent McGee, right?
Your director assigned you to help me with my investigation.
Sure, yeah, sure. Happy to help.
Oh, excuse me.
Someone used our Marine's card.
- Take Ziva. - Yes, boss.
- Uh, sorry, I've got... - Of course, I understand.
I'll be here when you get back.
Welcome to the year 2096,
the year of peace.
So we're looking for a player named Max Destructo.
He paid for his game using Corporal Armstrong's credit card.
- Should be out soon. - Oh, God!
Red team eliminated.
It's gonna be me when that Pentagon guy is done with his investigation.
This is a very interesting way to spend money.
Green team eliminated.
- Do you do this? - No, no.
No. It's too geeky, even for me.
Hey, McGee-minator. Heh, are you ready for a rematch?
Hey. Uh...
No, actually, I'm here working. Sorry.
Twelve, 39, 46. Red team...
McGee-minator?
Maybe I played once here. Twice.
Oh, here's our guy.
Excuse me. NCIS. We need to speak with you.
Please turn around, Max.
Maxine.
- And I don't have to talk to you. Actually, you do.
Did you use this man's credit card?
Ha, ha. Oh, my God, he called the cops?
Yeah, we were dating.
Found out he was screwing around, so I dumped him.
About a week ago.
- And stole his credit card? No, he owed me money.
I was using the card to square the debt.
Look, you can have his stupid card back.
He won't be needing it. He's dead.
Murdered, actually.
Match start, three, two, one.
What happened?
Well, that's what we're trying to figure out.
Care to add anything to your statement?
Yeah, uh, there is something else.
He gave me this envelope when we were dating.
Was weird about it.
- What was in it? - I don't know.
He made me promise not to open it,
you know, unless he didn't come back from Afghanistan.
I've been holding it hostage until he paid me back. It's at my place.
Just give me a minute.
Why don't you go?
I'll stay and, uh...
...and finish the interview with the manager.
How about I stay?
Look, I'm supposed to be avoiding relationships.
- And she's... - She's...
- She's pretty, isn't she? - She is pretty.
- Fine, I'll go with her. Ha-ha-ha.
I gotta start somewhere.
Pony up. McGee is not going to jail if I can help it.
Oh, McGee's not gonna go to jail, Abs.
Can you say that with 100 percent certainty?
All right then, on to the case.
Um, I ID'd the bullet from Armstrong's head.
It doesn't match any unsolved cases.
But I did get tons of hits on this.
Palmer was right. It's a fake.
And I traced it to an online retailer in Indonesia.
- I need their client list. - Well, that's not really my department,
but for 5 bucks, I can see what I can do.
You're a good man.
And for that,
I give you this.
Pogostemon cablin. Smell.
- Smells like... - Patchouli.
It was used for centuries as an insecticide
until it burst on the scene in the '60s as a perfume.
Why are you having me smell that, Abs?
Because Ducky found traces of this
in the scratch that was on Armstrong's face.
So whoever he was with when he was killed was wearing it.
Unfortunately, that narrows our suspect pool down
to pretty much everyone that was at Woodstock.
So once I have the fusion module, how do I get into the reactor?
There's a key under the Dragon Lord's throne.
Ah, he kills me every time, he eats my tongue.
Well, it takes practice. Here. Let me get your envelope.
You can come in, you know.
I prefer not to.
Why?
Because you're supposed to be avoiding relationships?
You heard that?
Yep.
Bit presumptuous, but you can relax. You're not really my type.
Think that has something to do with Zack's murder?
Well, if it does, I'll find out.
I mean, we'll find out.
I mean...
Is that a 12-core?
Sixteen. With a 10-meg pipe.
I need the faster response times for the newer online games.
There's a lot of people after my high scores.
Wait a second. Is Max Destructo your gaming handle too?
But it's not just Max Destructo.
- It's Max Destructo 574s? - Nope, just Max Destructo.
You hold the high score
in virtually every massively multiplayer online role-playing game.
You single-handedly killed the entire skank horde
from Isle of Cardias in "Bloodfun VI."
You're awesome.
You know, I lied. You actually are my type.
"Danger, Will Robinson."
I love that show.
Me too. Me too.
I should go.
You should stay.
Sixteen cores. What a waste.
So was the target your girlfriend or her computer?
- She's not my girlfriend. Tony said she was very clingy
when they went to the safe house last night.
Well, it's just a normal reaction to being shot at.
This shooting's gotta be connected to Corporal Armstrong's murder.
McGee, maybe it has something to do with his, um, mystery letter, huh?
Sealed. I guess we're gonna have to wait for Abby to tell us what's inside.
Shooter didn't police his brass.
I don't think he had time.
Neighbors see anything?
No one saw the shooting itself. Did your girlfriend happen to mention...?
She's not my girlfriend, Ziva. She's just another victim.
Fine. Did the victim happen to mention
any unusual vehicles around the area this past week?
- She didn't mention it. - Well, several neighbors did.
- I have a partial plate. - Run it down.
B... Back at NCIS?
Yeah. Is there a problem, McGee?
No. No, not at all.
Back already?
Yeah, just running a partial plate here.
Oh, on that drive-by shooting? I heard about that. Exciting stuff.
Yeah. Thrilling.
How's your work going?
Nothing like yours.
Well, I used to be a sergeant in Force Recon,
but now all I do is spend all my time sitting at a desk,
chasing down ones and zeroes.
Only thing we have in common is we both put people in jail.
- How's that looking? Well, so far, I got nothing.
Either this hacker is pretty good at covering his tracks
or maybe it's a virus, like you said.
- Either way, I won't stop until... - Uh, Abby have any luck
with those fragments in Maxine's apartment?
She matched them with the slugs
- she pulled out of Armstrong's head. - Same shooter.
She also opened Armstrong's mystery envelope.
Give you two guesses as to what was inside.
Secret blueprints.
Swiss bank account numbers.
Not even close. Hey, boss.
Armstrong gave his girlfriend a copy of his last will and testament.
- Not his girlfriend. - He's leaving
over a million bucks to his mom
and then 5 million to various animal and children's charities.
Does Armstrong have money like that?
Not even close.
He does not even have $5,000 to his name.
That you know of.
Do you guys have a forensic accountant?
Is there something else you could be doing?
Actually, boss, that's a really great angle.
Don't you think?
- Can you give us some names? Sure.
We use forensic accountants all the time.
Not having much luck here, anyway. Hey. There you are, Agent McGee.
You got a hit on your shooter.
Oh.
Great, name came back on the partial plate.
Lisa Bock.
Martial arts instructor.
Recently sentenced to court-assigned anger-management classes.
Sounds like killer material to me.
One more deep breath.
All the way down to your root chakra.
Welcome to your body.
And, uh, also, welcome your friendly neighborhood NCIS agent.
Don't worry, everybody. We're here to talk to Lisa.
- We have a few questions, Lisa. - Now?
I mean, now?
Uh-huh.
I thought you were a martial arts instructor.
I was, but in light of some recent, uh, legal troubles...
You slashed a student's tires.
My therapist suggested I find a new line of work.
I approve.
- You know this woman? - You mean man-stealing piece of...
Sorry. That wasn't nice.
We dated the same guy.
Corporal Zack Armstrong?
Yeah.
I thought he was a nice guy until he gave me a fake will.
Told me not to open it unless he didn't return from Afghanistan.
- How did you know it was fake? - I found copies
when I, uh, accidentally went through his desk.
He'd give them to women he was dating
to make them think he was loaded.
Cheeseball even kept a case of fake Chanel purses in his trunk.
That is disgusting.
I was gonna say genius, except for the fact he's dead now.
I heard. I guess he pissed off the wrong girl.
Heh.
What?
Someone left patchouli on the dead guy's face.
When we broke up, I may have, uh, accidentally hit him.
But I didn't kill him.
And her?
Someone made an attempt on her life last night.
Last night, I was teaching a class. The same thing the night Zack was killed.
You want some advice? Zack was on every dating site there is.
See who else he's been screwing over.
There's a lot of really unstable women out there.
Abs, hey. You busy?
I'm just processing Armstrong's computer.
Mind if I use your spare? Trying to keep a low profile.
Hey, don't you worry, McGee. We've got your back.
Oh, let's hope it doesn't come to that.
So, what are you looking for?
Got a lead on the shooter. Women Armstrong's been dating.
There's a lot. Gonna have to interview them all.
Well, maybe you'll meet someone.
Though I heard you already have.
What? Wait, what? No. Who told you that?
- I mean, if you have, it's okay. - But I haven't.
Well, that's not what I hear.
Which would be fine with me. I mean, why wouldn't it be?
- You tell me. - Nothing to tell.
- Okay, then. - Okay, then.
Hmm.
Oh, what you got?
There's some sort of bug on Armstrong's computer.
Oh, I see it. It's an eavesdropping program
remotely installed over the Internet. Got a time stamp?
It was installed two days ago at 10:31 p.m.
That's right before Armstrong was killed.
That's gotta be a connection.
Okay, this is weird.
The bug is only monitoring game ports.
But Armstrong doesn't have any games on his computer.
There's nothing to monitor.
Maybe they weren't after him.
Yeah, I play video games. What's the big deal?
You buy any using Corporal Armstrong's credit card?
Um...
I may have used the card to pay
for the last few weeks of my subscription to "Fear Tower 3."
I mean, like I said, he owed me money.
Does this have something to do with his murder?
Someone was bugging the game ports on Corporal Armstrong's computer.
But he didn't play games. Wasn't his thing.
Yeah, we know that.
You think someone was trying to bug me
and because I use Zack's Visa, the trace led back to him instead?
- I know it sounds kind of crazy. No.
Actually, it doesn't.
Two days ago, I was at home, playing "Fear Tower" on my laptop,
having a kick-ass game.
Broke my all-time points record. And then I hit a kill screen.
Ouch. That hurts.
Kill screen?
It's kind of like a Y2K bug for video games.
Sometimes if a player gets too high a score,
game can't handle it and it crashes.
The last screen you see is called the kill screen.
The weirdest I've ever seen. - Weird how?
Almost looked like some sort of encrypted data.
I got a ton of screen-grabs I can show you.
- When was this? - Ten thirty p.m. On the dot.
Less than one minute later, someone bugged Armstrong's computer.
So Armstrong is dead because she won a video game?
So this is "Fear Tower 3"?
And these are screen-grabs from Maxine's last game.
It's not exactly "Pong," huh?
"Pong"?
Well, the important point is, at 10:30 p.m.,
Maxine got such a high score that the game crashed,
dumping her into a kill screen.
Now, this isn't exactly your grandfather's kill screen.
It exposed some kind of encrypted data hidden in the game.
Killer thought Corporal Armstrong was doing the exposing.
Then somehow figured out his mistake. Went after Maxine.
So, what's it say?
Abby is working on it. But the more pressing question is...
How did the data get in the game in the first place?
And I have the answers.
Where's Martin?
Uh, picking up Gibbs' forensic accountant.
Thanks again for that, boss.
I spoke to the CEO at L9 Games,
the company that makes "Fear Tower 3."
They have quite a facility. I mean, like, pool tables and saunas,
and employees who are very focused on their work.
Like this man, Reed Snyder.
The CEO said he was the lead programmer for "Fear Tower 3."
If there was anything hidden in the game code,
- Snyder would know about it. - Bring him in.
He disappeared two days ago.
Bank statements.
I got the BOLO. Will alert local airports and bus stations.
Okay, got something here, boss.
Several large wire transfers to Snyder's bank account.
You recognize something?
Yeah, I do.
Agah Bayar?
Why is a video game designer getting money from an arms dealer?
You must be Agent Gibbs.
So nice to finally meet you.
May I call you Jethro?
Agent Gibbs it is then.
- You know him? - No.
You wired him a hundred thousand dollars.
Now you mention it, yes. We do have some business together.
You're an arms dealer. And he makes video games.
What kind of business?
I commissioned him to... To create a video game.
To showcase some of my more, uh, exotic merchandise.
Totally legitimate, wouldn't you say, Agent Gibbs?
Mm-hm. - You see, I like games.
Yes, I can see that.
- Are we done? - No, sit down.
I must say, you're much more imposing in person
than your dossier leads one to believe.
And a lot grayer.
Do you know where he is?
No, I don't.
- But it seems like you don't either. - Been missing for two days.
You should keep better tabs on your investment.
- A hundred G's is a lot of money. - Forgive me...
...if I don't take business advice from a government employee.
- Where did you get those? - Government employee.
- Look familiar? - No.
But if you give me a copy, I can help you decipher it.
I only need one thing from you.
Shoot, as they say.
Where were you two days ago?
I was in Veracruz.
A guest of the governor.
Am I correct to assume that means we're done here?
State Department confirms it, boss.
His whole entourage was in Veracruz for two weeks. It must be nice.
It is nice. Still no word on Snyder's whereabouts.
We found interesting stuff in his background
that explains Bayar's interest in him.
- Define interesting. - Reed Snyder, age 29.
He was born on a small farm in Idaho. Homeschooled by his parents.
Until he ran away to the big city where he taught himself
how to do whatever the voodoo is you do, McGee.
Worked as a computer programmer.
DoD's had their eye on Snyder for a while.
He's suspected of hacking Pentagon and selling classified information.
Hacking the Pentagon.
They should lock him up and throw away the key.
Why haven't they?
- Crossword puzzles. - Yep.
- We don't really understand it either. - Look, it's simple.
During World War II, the allies hid secret codes in crossword puzzles.
To thousands of regular readers, it would look like another puzzle.
- If you had the decryption key... - You could read the code.
DoD thinks Snyder's been putting encrypted secrets in video games.
- Which are mass-distributed. - All right.
I get it now, McSmarty Pants, when he puts it like that.
He didn't say it like that. I get it.
All Snyder has to do is sell the harmless decryption key
and then buyers can access the data themselves, right?
- Buyers like Agah Bayar. Right.
So, what's inside "Fear Tower 3" that would interest an arms dealer?
Well, you name it.
Data on arms shipments. Satellite codes.
Whatever it is, hitting the kill screen accidentally exposed it.
And Snyder killed to keep it a secret.
What is he doing now?
I'm not sure I follow.
- You kill the zombie... - And then you kill their brains.
Wouldn't hypovolemic shock render the second step unnecessary?
Oh, no. Because when you shoot a zombie in the head,
sometimes the brains sneak out through the hole.
And then you have to kill that separately.
I see. I think. Or maybe I'd rather not.
I'd rather you did. I need some answers.
Well, I've been going over the evidence from Mr. Snyder's house,
hoping to find some clue to his current whereabouts.
- What do you got? On the outside,
a normal productive individual.
- But on the inside... - Bad things.
I'm sure Dr. Mallard will elaborate for us.
Mr. Snyder is a very disturbed individual.
His choice of game design notwithstanding.
Take this, his diary or manifesto.
It's a rambling call for revolution
against modern society's technological-industrial systems.
- Our computer guy? Yeah.
Who seems to favor old-fashioned board games in his personal life.
Like this one from World War II.
Fingerprint analysis shows that he preferred to play
for the Axis powers.
Oh, yeah, this man had no love of country.
And he appears to be removing himself from it.
Found all this stuff in the trash.
He hadn't packed anything, but I can't escape the feeling
that he is going someplace.
Perhaps because he is.
With the help of Martin's forensic accountant,
we were able to trace the money Snyder received
from his wire transfers.
He purchased a home recently.
- In Morocco. - Interesting.
You gotta find him before he gets there.
We may already have.
The BOLO came back on his car.
So when I said quietly...
The door was rusted shut, all right?
Snyder could be anywhere.
Wow, abandoned power plants are creepy.
It's not a power plant. It's a pumped storage facility.
- It stores energy in the form of... - What? Are you talking to me?
Not anymore.
When this is over, you gonna ask Maxine out on a date or what?
- Nope. - Still hiding behind your horoscope?
Who said I was hiding?
The guy who's been working with you for the last seven years.
I think I'd like sarcastic Tony back now, please.
Well, he's not here right now. Just wise, insightful Tony.
And he thinks you've got more on your mind than just a horoscope.
But there's taking it easy
and then there's being a dumb-ass, which is kind of my strong suit.
But you like this girl. She seems to like you.
What more do you need to know?
Well, I'll think about it.
Don't think too long. Life's short.
Just ask this guy.
We found our missing programmer.
Abdominal distention suggests that the time of death
was roughly three days ago.
However, this...
Yeah. Well, this slightly increases the estimate.
A mature rove beetle.
They don't appear until at least the fourth day.
He was already dead when Corporal Armstrong was murdered.
Yes, which rules him out as your killer.
A killer that's been quite busy.
Both he and Armstrong have identical mutilations.
I believe the same person is responsible for both.
Armstrong was a mistake. This guy wasn't.
Espionage is a dangerous game.
If you wanna find out why this man is dead,
perhaps you need to find out what he was selling.
Found it. And you are not going to like it.
What am I looking at? It's executable code.
Snyder wasn't selling secrets that he had.
He was selling his actual hacking program.
Like a locksmith selling his lock-picking tools.
These tools enable the buyer to gain access
to the Pentagon's most secure mainframe.
Theoretically. I mean, the good news
is that even with Snyder's hacking program,
it would take a computer, like, millions of years
to crack the Pentagon's defenses.
How long would it take a million computers?
Gibbs, you're a genius. It's called distributive computing.
If this is downloaded onto millions of computers, then...
Snyder would have enough combined processing power
- to crack the Pentagon wide-open. - Or Agah Bayar.
Anyone who bought an unlock code
is gonna have access to top-secret information.
This could make Wikileaks look like a little tiny dripping faucet.
You have to call the Pentagon, Gibbs. Now.
What?
I think there's already someone there that knows.
I took the liberty of accessing your security logs.
You knew about the hacks coming out of NCIS a long time ago,
but you never reported it.
- I'm here now, aren't I? - Yeah, we noticed.
Puts you in a position to keep tabs
on the investigation into Corporal Armstrong's murder.
Why on Earth would I do that?
- So you'd know when to run. - Ah.
You swept the NCIS hacks under the carpet
because they made you look bad.
But you couldn't ignore what Snyder was doing.
If the Pentagon knew how badly they could be hacked...
You'd be looking for a new billion-dollar contract.
So you tracked Snyder down, you chased him into an old utility plant
and you killed him.
Have you lost your mind?
I'll bet you did when Maxine triggered the kill screen.
- It looked like another attack. - Which you tracked to Armstrong.
Only he didn't know a thing.
Even after you nearly tore off his arms and legs
in an enhanced interrogation.
I gotta tell you, that's a great story.
You know, it would be even better if you had any evidence.
Yeah, we got your fingerprints on the hot dog cart.
Next time, you may wanna dump the evidence
before you stop for a bite.
Do you know how many enemies are trying to destroy our way of life?
You're doing a good job of that by yourself.
Pentagon computers are still at risk. You killed Snyder for nothing.
No one could get enough evidence to nail him.
- Yet. - Well, I wasn't willing to wait.
We got enough, boss.
Enough?
You don't have my fingerprints.
No.
But we just got your confession.
So all this time, Martin was eavesdropping on our conversation.
That's how he learned about Maxine.
Luckily, she's still alive.
- Which means she's, um... - Sorry, can't do.
I've got a major security hole at the Pentagon
that needs help plugging.
It might be too late for that.
Bring Gibbs to my lab, now.
Abby. Snyder built an insurance policy
into his hacking program.
Insurance policy for what?
Well, every week, he needed to enter a code into the system.
It's like a dead-man's switch.
If he didn't, then "Fear Tower 3" would go Armageddon.
What does that mean?
Snyder's hacker program would disable
all the Department of Defense firewalls and erase...
- Erase what? - Erase everything.
Any military computer on the grid would be wiped clean.
Yeah, it's on, Gibbs.
The program, it's already launched.
Shut it down.
Gibbs, "Fear Tower 3" is installed on 15 million computers.
You can't stop them all.
Maybe we don't have to.
Snyder's gotta have a mainframe somewhere to coordinate the attack.
I can try to shut it down from MTAC.
We also need to find its physical location
and try shutting it down directly.
Well, then it's a good thing I already found it.
Snyder did not come here to hide from Martin.
On his way to his hideout. - We're in.
Where are we going?
I'm accessing the facility map on Snyder's mainframe.
Mapping your location and your destination.
There should be a corridor in front of you. And move fast.
We've got three minutes and 40 seconds left.
I'm not having luck shutting his mainframe down from here.
There is nothing.
Three minutes, 30 seconds.
Not according to Snyder's map.
Hey, this is hollow.
Find something to wedge it, Ziva. We can...
Or we can do that.
McGee.
Boss, I think you just tripped the security system.
Well, untrip it.
McGee, is there a reset button you can hit?
Tony, this is not a video game, okay?
Three minutes remaining.
Maybe we should just wait for the bomb squad.
It looks like the place is booby-trapped.
I got no time, McGee. Get me through this.
Fifth firewall breached.
I could try. Uh, go video.
Two minutes, 30 seconds remaining.
Okay, the safest route should be...
Wait, boss! Get out of there!
- Where am I going, McGee? - I don't know.
McGee!
Fourth firewall breached.
Talk to me!
It is a video game.
Two minutes remaining.
Okay.
All right, continue straight, boss, until I say. Make that right turn.
There you go.
Continue straight.
Something is wrong. It's too quiet.
All right, boss, a left turn up ahead.
Take that left. Walk straight for about 20 yards.
Boss!
One minute, 30 seconds remaining.
Boss, are you okay? Boss?
Boss, can you hear me? Boss?
Third firewall breached.
Can you hear me?
Hey, McGee, you missed one.
Sorry about that.
All right. It'll be coming up soon.
Snyder's mainframe should be around the next corner.
One minute remaining.
I'm getting interference on the visual. Wait, boss. That's gotta be it.
I hate computers.
Second firewall breached.
Boss? Boss, what's happening?
I lost visual.
Thirty seconds remaining.
Boss, are you okay? What's going on?
I cut all the power. It's still going.
Okay, it must have an internal battery backup.
- A what? - Could also be booby-trapped.
Boss, now we're gonna have to shut down the computer
using the unit's command line.
Ten, nine, eight...
- Now listen to me very carefully. seven, six...
Boss, what's happening? Talk to me.
Boss?
Boss, what's happening?
Are you okay? Can you hear me?
Game over.
Two...
I would have liked to see Gibbs shoot that computer.
Well, if I don't get his e-mail working, you may get a second chance.
I almost shot Tony last night. We were stuck for almost three hours
before the firemen were able to open up the fire doors.
And you loved every second of it.
Hi.
Tony said you weren't gonna be at my debriefing.
- Uh, he did? - Yeah,
but he passed along your message.
Eight o'clock works great.
See you then.
And thank you.
Laser tag.
You have a date.
You didn't.
Eh... Yes, I did.
Thanks, Tony.
Don't mention it.
- McGee! I hate this thing, McGee! - Don't! Don't shoot!
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