NCIS

Are you sure you're not in the mood

for something a little more up-tempo?

Dr. Novak, did you know

that classical music increases life expectancy?

Could I have the muscle retractor, please?

You find me a study

that proves Taylor Swift does the same,

and I'll happily retire Bach.

I warned you.

Never get Dr. Masuda started on his music.

All I said was, let's change it up.

'Cause Bach's gonna knock me out

faster than the cocktail I gave our patient here.

Damn it.

I nicked a vessel.

Give me some irrigation.

Pressure's dropping.

Whole field's obscured. Suction.

Give him two units of blood.

Clamp.

I've got it.

There.

Try doing that with Taylor Swift on.

Dr. Masuda!

He's having a seizure!

Get me four milligrams lorazepam.

Turn him over! He's not breathing.

No pulse.

Tom, can you hear me?

Tom! Tom!

Director.

Thank you for waiting, Agent Torres.

Absolutely. Not a problem, sir.

What is this?

It's your new assignment. Ooh.

Must be important if you're calling me in solo.

Am I going undercover?

Kayla just returned from FLETC.

She's beginning her field training,

and I want you to be her FTA.

Oh, so babysitting your daughter?

My daughter just graduated Basic Agent Training

with flying colors, but still,

I would like someone to keep an eye on her.

Of course.

But why me?

I've already selected her first assignment.

A reservist Navy surgeon

suffered a heart attack mid-operation.

Mm, a heart attack, of course.

Sir, uh, we don't investigate those.

Today you do. Should be simple enough.

Yeah, simple. Right.

My daughter,

she's smart,

she's resourceful, and she wants to prove herself here.

Well, sounds like she's gonna make a great agent, sir.

Yeah, but she can also be impulsive.

You and I are both well aware of the dangers

that NCIS agents face here daily.

And you don't want her, uh, anywhere near that danger.

No father would, which is why, Agent Torres,

I'm trusting you with my daughter.

I bet you haven't heard that before.

I can't believe Barnsway still teaches at FLETC.

The man used to drink a full carton of milk every class.

Still does. The man put me off dairy for at least six months.

Do you have an active case?

If not, I can check in with the tip line.

Oh, look at her, just chomping at the bit to get started.

You got that first-day glow.

I miss that. I don't.

Being a first-year's all about being saddled

with extra paperwork,

lot of practical jokes.

I'm telling you, being a probie is-is rough.

Actually, I want all of that. Well,

don't expect anything too exciting

on your first assignment.

Yeah, you'll probably get

what we call a "toolbox" case.

It's basic, simple. Boring.

Kleicha, anyone? National cookie of Iraq.

Dig in, Kayla.

So, uh, what're we talking about?

Our first times.

Please tell me yours was actually interesting.

Our first times in the field.

Did I not say that? Ah.

Okay, I got two words for you: "Killer zebras."

You say zebras?

I got to hear this.

No time. We got our case.

Let's go, Kayla.

So, he just collapsed suddenly?

He just started convulsing.

We did what we could, but...

Any signs that he wasn't feeling well beforehand?

He was fine,

making jokes.

Then you had a complication

with the patient? Yes.

A bleeder.

We thought we were going to lose him, but...

...Dr. Masuda saved his life.

I was in the next OR

when I heard the shouts.

By the time I came in, they were already

performing CPR.

Masuda seems a little on the young side for a heart attack.

It's rare, but it happens.

Your staff seems pretty shook up.

Dr. Masuda is...

was one of our best surgeons.

We deal with death every day,

but it's always a shock when you lose one of your own.

Dr. Roth, we're ready for you.

Patient's ready.

I apologize, but I've got

an emergency CES surgery to attend.

I have to go now.

My dad asked you to keep an eye on me, didn't he?

I saw you coming down from his office earlier.

You got a pretty good eye, probie.

I don't want any special treatment because of my father.

Well, he's the boss, so...Agent Torres.

Sorry, but you're not getting as much as a paper cut on my watch.

Look, you want to be a good agent?

Do you? Mm-hmm.

Then pay attention.

We're gonna teach you to be better than good.

Tell me.

What do you see?

Highly contaminated crime scene.

Hard to tell what's relevant to the victim's death,

so we collect everything.

Kasie's gonna love hearing that.

Eyewitness accounts match up.

They were two hours into the surgery when Masuda went down.

What do you got in here, Kayla?

Body was disturbed.

They tried CPR to resuscitate the victim.

Broke his ribs in the process,

likely causing the red marks on his chest.

A-plus, Agent Vance.

Every body tells a story,

and you just read its final chapter.

As for the rest of the book, we now know that time of death

was 9:47, roughly two hours ago,

so rigor mortis should be minimal at this point,

but look at this. Masuda's muscles are completely rigid.

That is definitely not consistent with a heart attack.

So, what killed him?

Well, we got frothing the mouth,

cyanotic lips.

I'll have to run blood work to identify the toxin,

but I would say

Dr. Masuda was poisoned.

Murder? Great!

I mean, it's no boring toolbox case.

Neurosurgeon Tom Masuda,

38, Navy Reserve commander, Medical Corps.

No living family.

Multiple deployments to Iraq.

He was awarded the Meritorious Service Medal

for saving American lives abroad.

Then, two years ago, Masuda

settled down at Shoreside Memorial.

He was the golden boy.

Staff, patients,

everyone loved him. Not everyone.

Who wanted him dead?

No one is that perfect.

Masuda must have an enemy.

Maybe... an ex-girlfriend or an old patient?

I'd start the interrogations there.

Oh, patience, young Padawan.

We just began the investigation. We don't go

busting down doors quite yet.

First, we collect evidence.

And then we go busting doors.

Dug up some deleted voice mails

from Masuda's phone. Listen to this.

Doc, you got 24 hours. Don't make me

come after you.

I'm done playing nice, Doc. This is the last

time I warn you.

That's it, when I find you, you're gonna wish you were dead.

Sounds angry all right, zebra-angry.

That's the guy who left the messages?

Yup. Pulled the phone records.

Meet Smitty Hastings.

He goes by "The Barracuda." He's a seedy fellow.

Been accused of fraud, stalking, extortion,

but nobody ever got a conviction.

We know where to find him? He owns a bar downtown.

Now we go busting doors.

Hey, uh, Parker. The zebra thing, you got to

tell me about that.Oh.

My first year, we were based in California...