NCIS recap: Ejecting for truth
NCIS swoops in with a tight little episode this week focusing on Navy Lt. Rebecca Weeks, who took off in an F-18 on a routine training mission but never made it back to the USS Franklin Roosevelt.
This wasn’t the tragedy it initially appears to be, however. Weeks disabled the tracker on the ejector seat, hid her gear, and set out to solve a crime, leaving behind a dead ex-boyfriend in her quarters on board the USS Franklin Roosevelt.
Weeks’ bunkmate Harper Logan reluctantly tells Gibbs and Bishop that Petty Officer First Class Fisher Patrick broke up with Weeks for being too old, and Weeks swore she’d make him sorry. Between that and the presence of ground-up oxycodone in Weeks’s bunk and massive amounts in Patrick’s system, the team starts wondering if Weeks poisoned Patrick.
They start their search at a bait and tackle shop near where she ditched her gear (but kept her gun) on North Carolina’s Outer Banks. The man behind the counter said she bought a coat, snacks, and items that Torres recognizes as a DIY kit to hotwire the man’s motorcycle.
Sure enough, the bike’s gone, but Sloane has a new lead: Weeks’s godfather, retired Cmd. Jack Briggs, lives nearby. When NCIS arrives to question him, he’s calm and a little smug — and he’s played by Patrick Duffy! He insists that his goddaughter didn’t kill her boyfriend and stalls them long enough for her to take off in his tiny personal plane. This was not enough Patrick Duffy content for me, but I’ll take what the show chooses to give me.
Although the plane has a range of 700 miles, it turns up on an airfield 30 miles from where she took off, leading Vance to speculate that Weeks is acting like an innocent person in that she didn’t run when she had the chance. Furthermore, Weeks calls NCIS HQ and gets transferred to Gibbs’s phone, explaining that she didn’t kill Patrick and that she’s actually doing NCIS’s job for them. Then she walks off but leaves the line open.
Gibbs and Bishop track her to a junkyard, where they watch security footage of Weeks removing something from a totaled vehicle before stealing a working one, slamming into the tow truck, and plowing through the locked gate.
The totaled car belonged to Weeks’s CO May, whose wife recently died in a single-car crash that was ruled an accident. Kasie speculates that Weeks took the onboard computer system that controls all the electronics, including the brakes and power steering, perhaps in search of evidence of foul play.
It’s enough to send Gibbs and McGee back to the USS Franklin Roosevelt, where everyone’s in lockdown. But they soon discover that Weeks has snuck on board, and May is missing. They find Weeks holding May at gunpoint to get him to turn over his laptop password so she can prove he hacked his wife’s onboard system. After a tense standoff, she relinquishes her gun and sits down to answer questions. She and Jill were friends, and Jill joked last month that if she ended up dead, it was her husband who did it. (That’s… not a joke. That’s a statistic.) But he was on board when his wife died, so how could Weeks accuse him?
Then she saw a news story about high schoolers hacking their principal’s onboard system, and she started to wonder if that’s how May did it. She confronted him with her concerns and found her ex-boyfriend dead in her bed soon afterward. She freaked out and took off in the F-18, afraid for her life. After that, she had no choice but to prove that May committed the crime herself.
May’s laptop does, in fact, show evidence that his wife’s brakes and steering were tampered with remotely, but May insists he would never have done it. Aaaaand enter the real killer: Weeks’s bunkmate Harper Logan. The weapons system officer was having an affair with May, who refused to leave his wife for her. “He loves me. He wants me,” Logan insists as she’s arrested for fatally hacking the car, killing Patrick, and framing Weeks.
In the end, Weeks proves her case but faces court-martial for her actions. Hey, at least she’ll have Leroy Jethro Gibbs in her corner, right?
- Do we need to talk about McGee’s vasectomy more than he already did this week? Let’s just hope he doesn’t end up with Dr. Scissorhands performing the procedure. And I’ve gotta say, him worrying about regretting this decision if he’s hit with one of life’s curveballs (ummm … dead … Delilah?) was dark.
- Those ejection statistics were something else. Twenty-two times the force of gravity?? That’s certainly not for the faint of heart.
- A quick round of applause for Gibbs’s rebuke of May: “I didn’t know suicide had a type.” Say it louder for the people in the back!
- And is it me, or would Weeks make a heck of an NCIS investigator?