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WOMAN:
It's a great neighborhood.

Very quiet, very private.

There's an oversized backyard,
that's a big plus.

Whole house has been
newly renovated.

There are upgrades
all over the place.

Stainless appliances,
air purification system,

total move-in condition.

The furniture is rented,
but if you like it,

I can have the company
make you a deal.

Amy, you are going
to love the kitchen,

but first I'm going to show

you guys the living room.
It has a wall-mounted

flat screen and a gas log
fireplace.

You won't believe
how easy this is.

One push of a button...

Isn't that cozy?

(gasps)

(screaming)

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Make sure you capture

the back
of his head, too.

If you would
be so kind.

You got it.

Sorry.
Sorry.

There's no rush, gentlemen.

Our patient isn't
going anywhere.

I don't know, Ducky,
the old Gibbs is back.

The old Gibbs?

McGee, over here.

Hands and knees.
On the floor.

Okay, um...

You're not going
to step on me, are you?

Footprints.

Footprints.

Footprints...

It's a pretty tight weave.

Looks like sisal.

It's a naturally stiff fiber

woven from the leaf
of a cactus plant.

It doesn't mat, trap dust,
build static.

Makes it ideal
for carpeting.

Personally, I prefer
a good shag.

(chuckles)

From a criminal-investigative
standpoint.

I don't see any
dirty footprints.

I think it's safe to assume
that our friend

didn't stroll
in here on his own.

You look happy to see me, boss.

Oh, the coffee.

Ran the military ID
our local LEO's got

off the body.

Lance Corporal James Finn.
Stationed at Quantico.

Went UA when his unit
was shipped to Iraq
six months ago.

Looks like he's got a pretty
good reason for not showing.

Find out where
he was buried.

DUCKY:
It won't be far, McGee.

Had the trip been longer,
some bits would have fallen off.

Okay, I'll check
the backyard.

Scene's not going
to sketch itself.

Ow!
DUCKY:
Perhaps it would be better

if you fetched the
gurney, Mr. Palmer.

I've seen all
I need to see here.

Yes, Doctor.

It's a tidy crime scene.

Quite.

It appears to be
a body drop.

A tertiary crime scene,

or quaternary, or quinary...
I could go on.

Oh, you did.

It's an odd decorating choice.

Although the corpse does give
the place

a certain lived-in look.

You can see he
brushed the dirt

off his face.

Oh, geez!

DUCKY (chuckles):
Hello.
Sorry.

Nicrophorus americanus.

Also known as

"the carrion beetle."

In here, you
little monkey.

Yes.

A reminder that Shakespeare
got it wrong.

We are not food for worms.

It's the flies and beetles
that feast upon us.

I'm more interested in why
someone did this, Doctor.

Then I'll have
to research

the predatory, manipulative,
grandiose nature

of this behavior.

But my first impression is
that we're dealing
with a complete loon.

That Masters in psych is
starting to pay off, Ducky.

(chuckles)

Merciful God in Heaven.

I have seen a lot of things
selling real estate,

but can you imagine
walking in, seeing that?

When was the last time
you were here?

Yesterday morning.
First showing.

And everything was normal?

There was no
rotting corpse

in the living room,
if that's what you mean.

Who else had access?

A couple of dozen

real estate women.

The keys are in a lock box
on the front door.

Who's the owner?

A local contractor...
and me.

Uh, I buy

and Bob fixes.
We split the profits.

Bob?

Robert Whitehead,
the contractor.

A number where
he can be reached?

Yeah.

So who put the body here,
you or Bob?

Neither of us.
Though it is an empty house.

If you're looking to ditch
a body, that's a real plus.

MAN:
Jody.

I came as fast
as I could. You okay?

That's my husband--
I called him.

Just duck under
the tape, Rick.

ZIVA:
Stop.

It's a crime scene.

Crime scene?
Honey, you all right?
She's fine.

I am not fine.

I had to cancel
my 1:00 showing.

MCGEE:
Think I found where
he was buried.

Checked for footprints,
but it rained last night,

so everything's
pretty washed out.

You got access?

There's side access
at street level.

Chain link fence around the
yard, but any one with gloves

could have scaled it.

Wait for me!

The real estate agent
solve the big mystery?

No, but she owns the
property with a contractor

and every real estate
agent in town had access.

I meant the mystery
of how they expect

to sell a house for 600 grand

when it only has
two and a half bathrooms.

Well, you know
what they say:

Location, location...

location.

So, judging from the marks
around the edges,

looks like the digger
used a garden spade.

The soil's not
real packed, so it would

have been easy digging
for a male or a female.

You see that?

MCGEE:
Black plastic bags.

Garbage bags.

Body bag.

Get it back to Abby,
and a soil sample.

I want ground-penetrating radar.

Uh, boss, those techs
are booked weeks in advance.

I'm going to tell them
it's an emergency

and I will not budge
until they show.

Who's staying
with McGee?
I can.

If you want Tony to check out
the other real estate women.

Fine with me.

Tony, stay with McGee.

You shouldn't have licked your
chops like a hungry wolf.

Much better.

Before I smelled
like dirt and sweat.

Now I smell like dirt,
sweat...

and sandalwood.

ZIVA:
Good morning.

What are you doing
at my desk?

Couldn't find my deodorant,
so I used yours.

No, you didn't.
Yeah, we're partners.

What's the big deal?

A hair!

TONY:
Come on, you attach electrodes

to men's testicles.

You getting squeamish
about a hair?

I'm not going
to feel bad.

Those ground radar techs
didn't show till dawn.

McGee and I watched
the sunrise together.

It was very Brokeback Mountain.

He had me at "howdy."

How romantic.

I'm sorry I missed it.

Well, I can show it to you

on my new phone--
it takes video.

Behold the majesty
of the sun.

ZIVA:
On a two-inch screen?

Are we all getting those?

Nope. I bought it.

Expensive?

Not really.

Yeah, really.

You've been dropping a lot
of cash lately, McGee.

New phone, new watch,
new teeth. What's up?

GIBBS:
Ducky matched
the dental records.

The body downstairs is
Lance Corporal Finn.

Ziva, when did you...?

McGee, how long does it take
to put on a clean shirt?

Ten seconds.

With buttons, a little longer.

Rhetorical question.

Contractor's
off the hook.

He's been out of town
for a week.

Going to check on the
real estate agents this morning.

That's all you did?

No. While you and McGee
were watching the sunrise,

I was pulling Lance Corporal
Finn's SRB.

And I would have
to say it was spotty.

He was Unc' on the range
and failed his swim qual.

So they made him
a supply clerk.

Right. Six months ago,
he signed out

on a three-day pass before
deploying to Iraq

and he never returned home.

Get me his C.O.
He's in Iraq.

I'll contact MTAC.

I put in a request
for Finn's bank records,

earning statements
and medical records.

TONY:
Night wasn't
a total loss.

ground radar picked up a shovel

about ten feet
from the gravesite.

Already sent it
to Abby.

Yep. The old Gibbs is back.

GIBBS:
You see something, Abs?

Beauty.

I mean, it's tragic, but if you
were to see this tableau

in a museum, you'd swear
it was a brilliant commentary

on the human condition.

What? Corpse staring
at a TV set?

It says it all.
Well, it doesn't say
who put him there or why.

That's for us to find out.

You shaved your mustache.

I liked you with a little
hair on your face.

Still got
my eyebrows.
Good point.

I found Finn's blood, hair
and fingerprints

on the plastic.

So he was probably
wrapped in it.

But I didn't find
any other prints

on the plastic
or the shovel.

No chance of grabbing

the gravedigger's sweat
off the handle?

After being underground,
it's unlikely.

Strange case, huh?

I had this friend once

that used to display roadkill
in his living room.

He had an NEA grant...
Abby.

Um, next I analyzed the soil.

It's compost material.

Rocks and small sticks.

Nothing's over
an inch long.

It would indicate that it was
processed through a screen.

Pretty clean for dirt.

It's a commercial product.

But the house was just
re-landscaped,

so it's not surprising.

I sent the acidity
levels to Ducky.

I then inventoried Finn's
personal items.

Got anything
with a date on it?

Nope. Sorry.
No credit card

or purchase receipts.
I guess he was a cash guy.

I mean if you can call
a guy with $31.71 a cash guy.

His clothes were Dockers
from Sears.

No judgments.

The shirt is a large,
the shoes are off-brand.

And his underwear
are boxer-briefs.

Like you wear, Gibbs.

You're fishin', Abs.

Are they regular
boxers?

Trunks? Bikinis?

Nothing?

Mr. Palmer, have you finished

the chromatographic analysis
of his volatile

fatty acid?
Yes, Doctor.

Well, let's plug the numbers
into the computer

and let's how long our
friend has been leaking

into the topsoil.

Agent Gibbs will be here

soon and
he will ask...

How'd the lance corporal die,
Doctor?

"How he died" may
take me a while.

Try, "When did he die?"

That's my next question.

That, I can answer.

It's a tricky calculation.

One has to factor in
temperature, soil acidity,

and the variety
and volume of insects

who now call Lance
Corporal Finn their home.

Give me a round number.

92 days, with a three-percent
margin of error.

It would appear

you deserted
before you died.

Gibbs, Lance Corporal Finn's
fiancée's upstairs.

She saw a report
on the local news

last night.

How, Doctor?

As soon as I know,
you'll know.

Her name is Siri Albert.
She's 25,

lives in Manassas,

and works as a
physical therapist.

Finn's fiancée is here.

I put her in
the conference room.
You did?

I did.
No, I did.

His fiancée?

Yeah, his fiancée.
Tall?

Light brown hair?
Redhead.

Someone has made a huge mistake.

James isn't dead.

He's been writing me letters
from Iraq.

It's a common name.

The news said
he was born

in Jackson, Pennsylvania.

It's a small town.

That James Finn has been dead
three months.

He left for Iraq
three months ago.

I saw him the morning
he went away.

And I just got a letter
from him last week.

He says he misses me
and he's working

a lot.

We'll need those.

Okay, but I want them back.

It's his handwriting.
I recognize it.

They've been coming
for months.

Now I want to know
who that other woman is.

We're not here
to talk about that.

Is she saying that she's
engaged to Jimmy, too?

'Cause if that's true,
he better hope

he's dead,
or else I'll kill him.

James and I connected
on a deep, spiritual level.

From then on, any time he
was in town, he was with me.

How often did you see him?

He would come and go a lot.
But I understood.

That's how it is
with Special Ops.

Lance Corporal Finn's
record does not

indicate he was involved
with Special Operations.

He said his missions
were top secret.

He wanted to tell me more,

but he didn't want
to put me in danger.

DINOZZO:
When'd you last

see Lance Corporal Finn?

Six months ago.

Before he left for Iraq.

How'd you meet?
At a bar.

Two years ago.

I was there
with some girlfriends,

and when I got up to go
to the ladies' room,

he blocked my path,

said he couldn't keep
his eyes off me.

And that worked?

What worked is that

when we talked,
he had something to say.

Most guys won't shut up
about their online

war games, but this guy,

he had seen real action.

And I was feeling
patriotic that night,

so I invited him
to come home with me.

The sex was fantastic.

When did you two
get engaged?

About a week
before he left.

James wanted to borrow $30,000.

Did he tell you
what the money was for?

Gambling debts.

And if he didn't pay,

they were gonna hurt him.

Who?

He said it was better
if I didn't know.

Because of the danger.

Look, I didn't
give him the money.

I loaned it to him.

So you drew up
a legal document?

(scoffs):
No.

But we had an oral agreement.

I mean, he promised
to pay me back.

With interest.

I mean, I maxed out
all of my cards,

so you better find that money.

What was he like the last time
you saw him?

He was sweet.

We made love
right before he left.

He use a condom?

I'm on the pill.

We were engaged.

Abs, can DNA still be recovered

from Lance Corporal Finn's
skivvies?

It would take the cooperation
of weather and protection.

He was wrapped in plastic
and it's been cold, so...

there's a decent chance.

Well, run the tests.

We'll do a cheek swab
on his fiancées.

Wait, did you say "fiancées?"

Like plural?

Huh. Kinky.

Is that it?

For now, Siri.

I need to follow you home

and pick up his belongings.

I want them back
when James returns.

He's dead.

He can't return.

Look, I know he's not dead.

I would feel it
in my heart.

We're soul mates.

(gasps)

(cries)

No.

Agent Lee.

I need legal help.

We have a suspect who's
refusing a cheek swab.

I'll file for a
DNA search warrant.
What's the name?

Rebecca Kemp.

I'll e-mail you the info.

Listen...

you miss working with us?

I think the legal department
is more my speed.

Why, do you miss me?

Uh, sure.

Boss...

Agent Lee is getting us
our cheek swab.

Rebecca paranoid
or guilty?

Might just be angry.

At Finn, us, the world.

Go back with her
to her apartment,
get Finn's stuff.

And, no, I don't want to
wait for a search warrant.

I'll grab my coat.

Wait at the elevator.
Okay.

Hey, you.

Where's my money?
Yeah, you.

Did you and Jimmy
spend it?

Please get away from me.
I don't know you.

I am Jimmy's fiancee.

James loved me.

He used you.

You liar!

Chick fight!

He loved me!

(yelling, squealing)

Get off of me!

Stop it!
(screeching)

Hey! Get off her!
Get off her!

(screeching)

Get up.

How'd this guy die, Doctor?

As I told you, when
I know, you'll know.

Know faster.

Shaving off your moustache

has brought back your
usual impatience.

Good.

Means I'm doing my job.

I do have a potential
cause of death.

But it's by no means airtight.

See this fracture?

Well, yeah, you're
pointing right at it.

The brain revealed
an epidurmal hematoma,

verified by this CAT scan.

Though it's far
from massive.

Statistically,

it's only fatal in
about 17% of cases.

Blunt-force trauma?

Most likely.

We're looking at
a baseball bat

or a golf club,

perhaps wielded by
a disgruntled fiancée.

You tell me how;
I'll figure out who.

Intelligence has placed
La Grenouille in Nairobi.

That might mean
a shipment to Somalia.

We'll continue to monitor

these activities.
Just do your best.

Mission trouble?

It's need-to-know.

Initiate the video

conference Special
Agent Gibbs requested.

Have you figured out why
somebody would unbury a body?

That's need-to-know.

You can't pull that one
with me, Jethro.

I'm your boss.

Iraq standing by, ma'am.

I got your e-mail concerning
Lance Corporal Finn.

I assume you've
been over his SRB.

Yeah, we have, Skipper.

We'd like to know
what's not on the record.

Finn wasn't one of
my stronger Marines.

Wasn't surprised he went UA.

He have any enemies
in the company?

He was well-liked.
Played poker.

Not well, but covered his debts.

Liked to talk about
his sexual exploits in detail.

You know how marines love that.

How does a dead marine,
stateside, send letters home

from Iraq?
Wondered about that myself.

Get over here, marine.

Sir.

Meet Lance Corporal Hagan,
soon to be Private Hagan.

Before deployment, Finn gave him

a couple hundred bucks
to pop letters in the mail

to two women.

The first batch started
six months ago.

The second, three months later.

Got enough to last
the rest of our deployment.

Gonna need those.

Send 'em on the next flight out.

Sir.

Two fiancées...

That a marine thing?

That's need-to-know, too,
Director.

Do you see it yet?
No.

Keep looking.

Abby, I've been staring at
this thing for five minutes.

I don't see anything that
I would consider to be art.

But you took the picture.

Just because Ducky told me to.

I'm sorry.

That's okay.

I'm sure you find
other things beautiful.

Like Gibbs breaking up
a chick fight.

I can't believe
I missed that.

Well, I've got good news.

Guess what is now
playing on McGee TV.

I hug and kiss technology.

(screams):
You liar!

(yelling)

Mee-yow.

Which one's Siri?

The one that Gibbs is pulling
off the other girl.

It's always good
to have a face

to put with
genetic material.

You get a match on her
off Finn's clothing?

Yeah.
But not just her.

There was a party
in Finn's pants.

I found genetic material

from two distinct females.

Siri and...?

A mystery woman.

That would explain why Rebecca
refused the cheek swab.

Told us she hadn't seen him

in six months.
Play it again.

Plus, Rebecca's got
a lot of anger in her.

Oh, I wouldn't assume
Siri is innocent.

Why not?

Look at the fight.

Siri initiates it.

She may not be as
sweet as she looks.

GIBBS:
Get off her!

This is my
favorite part.

Which part?

I was lucky to get out of
Rebecca's apartment alive.

She threw this at my head.

Wow.

Finn was reading Moby Dick?

No, she was throwing it.

I took it so
she couldn't re-arm.

Okay, let's see what
he had at Siri's place.

Razor and a toothbrush.

Razor and a toothbrush.

Three pairs of white underwear.

Three pairs...
pinkish underwear.

One black sock with a gold toe.

Don't you hate it when
you leave one black sock

at one fiancee's house

and the other one at
the other's house?

One pair of blue jeans.

And one black mesh T-shirt.

Do women really
like these?

Depends on
who's wearing it.

So if I...
No.

Not much to go on.

Only one place
left to check.

Ha, ha.

Tony just put his hand
in another man's pocket

and it made him
very happy.

I found a pre-paid calling card.

That's it?
Yes.

No engagement rings?

You want those, too?

I'll go to Siri's
and get the ring

and any other gifts
Finn might've given her.

McGee, you've got Rebecca.

How could they have
been so clueless?

Well, he's dead,
so maybe they weren't.

(phone ringing)

Officer David.

This is Jody Carvell.
I am standing

outside of the Larson Lane
house.

Are you aware that the police
tape is still up?

Yes, it's an ongoing
investigation.

It's the real-estate agent.

Okay, for how much longer?

It costs me money every day
I can't show this house.

This is outrageous.
Yes, but I...

No, I...

I would like to speak to your
supervisor, if I could.

She wants to have a word
with my supervisor.

(knocking)

Miss Kemp, it's NCIS.

We need to speak with you again.

Rebecca? Rebecca, what happened?

Did you call 911?

Hold on.

Yes, I've got a woman
here who's shot

and needs immediate
medical attention.

(Tony reading text aloud)

I can answer that.

To send a message.

Like, "Hi, I'm dead."

"Never get engaged

to two women at the same time"?

It would be easier
to just rent a billboard.

Second question.

(Tony reading)

Ah, maybe in
Siri's engagement ring.

I got to bring this down
to Abby.

I can save you
an elevator trip.

(blows air)

Oh, that's nice.

It's creating condensation.

On a real diamond,
it evaporates immediately.

It's, uh, staying.

Because it's a fake.

Give it one more try,
just to make sure.

I'm not blowing
on you again.

Question three.

"Why buy a shovel?"

Oops. No. Sorry.

"Why bury a shovel?"

I have no answer to that.

But here, how about
this one?

(Ziva reading)

That is the question.

Liam Neeson in the 1990 cult
classic directed by Sam Raimi

about a mentally unstable
scientist who seeks revenge.

You left out "Who shot Rebecca?"

That was my next question.

Siri claims she was

out walking at the time
of the shooting.

No witnesses.
GSR tests came back negative.

Even if Siri shot Rebecca,
I don't think she killed Finn.

I saw her face when she saw
his body.

If Siri's innocent,
she'd assume

that Rebecca's guilty
and she'd seek revenge.

Shooting someone in broad
daylight is just dumb.

You're not thinking
like a jealous woman, Ziva.

They're keeping Rebecca

in the hospital overnight.

She lost a lot of blood,

but the wound
was through and through.

Anything on the shooter?

Said she didn't get
a good look at her.

How'd she know
it was a her?

Rebecca said she heard
a female voice at the door.

When she opened it, bang.

Siri?
MCGEE:
Maybe not.

When I went back
to search Rebecca's place,

I found this between
the couch pillows.

Rebecca shot herself.

I think so.

She lost a lot today:
her fiancee, her life savings.

Her respect.

Could have been
a failed suicide attempt.

Or a bid for sympathy.

Or an attempt
to escape discovery

that she had sex
with Finn the day she died.

What's your gut
tell you, boss?

Take your shirt off.

Here we go.

I know it's
kind of messy.

The shirt, McGee,
take it off now.

Take it down to Abby.

Or would you rather wait
for a search warrant?

Rebecca's DNA.

I need to borrow
one of your shirts.

You afraid all that white
might burn out Abby's corneas?

Do not make me walk around
like this all day.

Come on.
Help me out.

All right.

I can't resist
a damsel in distress.

Wow, it's just like
Chippendale's...

...without the bow ties
or muscles.

Give me a second.

I just have to finish
this e-mail to Kofi Annan.

Kofi can wait.

What is it, Jethro?

The Finn case.
Yes?

You're lost on this one?

Puzzled.

They barely knew Finn,
yet they let him move in,

loaned him money.

They trusted a man
who took advantage of them.

If you're in a relationship
and the other person

is keeping secrets,
how would you know?

You'd know.

I didn't.

Who lied to you?

You did.

Not exactly lied,
but you just didn't tell me

the whole truth either.

You're comparing me
to Finn?

I'm just saying
that you can be involved

with someone without
fully knowing them.

How could you not tell me
about your family?

Finish your e-mail.

You wanted my advice.

Just don't be too hard

on the fiancees.

Finn duped them.

And I shouldn't
have brought up
the past.

I know you had your reasons

for not wanting
to talk about it.

We're talking about it now.

Now is not Paris.

Your priorities were clear
on Paris.

I had a job to do in Europe.

If I had told you about
my first wife,

would it have made a difference?

We'll never know, will we?

(phone ringing)

Yeah. Gibbs.

You went home early.

Stayed until 2130.

That's early for you.

You called to talk

about my work hours,
Dr. Mallard?

No, Agent Gibbs.

I had a hunch which led me
to trim

Lance Corporal Finn's
nose hairs.

I don't think he'd done it
for some time.

I discovered something
under the microscope.

Among the keratin proteins,

I found translucent fibers
of glass.

Exactly.
Fiberglass?

He must have inhaled them in.

I'd say, most likely

from insulation.

Maybe the house wasn't just
a body drop.

He's speaking softly,

but Lance Corporal Finn
has more to say.

Would you mind
clearing up,
Mr. Palmer?

Not at all, Doctor.

I know you've been putting in
long hours recently.

Just doing my job.

I appreciate

the can-do attitude.
Good night.

Night, Doctor.

Agent Lee,
you're working late.

Still organizing paperwork

on the Wheaton case,
Dr. Mallard.

I need the autopsy report.

What happened to the one
I sent up to Legal yesterday?

I'm afraid I shredded it
by mistake.

You must be more careful.

I know. I'm sorry,
Dr. Mallard.

No worries.

I'm sure Mr. Palmer will
give you what you need.

Okay. Thank you.

(both moaning)

That's about how
it looked three
months ago.

The living room
floor was the last
thing we closed up.

We ran the AC ducts
under this section.

The damn inspector
was weeks late.

You have security
at night here, Bob?

Not on a job
this size.

We use standard fiberglass
insulation, CDX subfloor.

You see something?

Well, yeah, your joist,
24 inches on center.

I would have built
them on 16.

Then you wouldn't
make a profit.

That joist there

look discolored to you?

Could be mold.

Mold spreads
from the bottom up.

Need a black. On it, boss.

We'll be there soon.

Boss,

Abby ran the prepaid
phone card we found
in Finn's pocket.

Had only one call in it.

It was to a
self-storage company

in Dale City, Virginia.

Good. Call the storage...
I did.

I was just
taking a breath.

I called the
self-storage place.

Finn paid for the unit in
cash, only signed in once,

so I figured
that Ziva and I

should probably get down
there and check it out.

Sorry about the breath.

Kind of reminds me
of Pacific Heights.

Don't tell me. A movie?

Yeah, interesting plot.

Yuppie couple buys
their dream house

then the tenant
from hell tries
to destroy it.

Michael Keaton's best work.

Looks like organic material.

Would a two by six
match Finn's head injury?

Ducky thinks the blunt object
hit his temple.

Or maybe his temple
hit a blunt object.

Which would have landed him
nose-first in this insulation.

Get a sample of this wood
back to Abby.

Oh, my God!

Bob, why are you letting them
destroy our property?

They're cops, Jody.
What is she doing here?

I called her.
She should know
what's going on.

Well, it's coming out
of your profits, Bob.

Wait a minute, Jody.

That sisal's expensive.

You need
to calm down, Mrs. Carvell.

Calm down?

I just found a dead guy
in the living room

and I am losing
money every day.

Oh, and my father just died
of leukemia,

so don't you tell me
to calm down.

I'm thinking before
we open this up, maybe

we should rub some
Vick's under our noses.

I don't think we'll find a body.

Hope not. Hate that.

Nothing?

Well, whatever
Lance Corporal Finn

was planning
on putting in here,

he didn't get a chance to.

McGee, give me your flashlight.

You didn't bring your own?

It's too heavy.

It pulls my pants down.

Now close the door.

To the right.
To the right.
Yeah.

Just, more to the left.
More to the left.

Okay.
Okay, hold it.
Yeah.

(both grunting)

Too small to hold a body.

Big enough
to hold a head.

Is that what
I think it is?

Oh, yes. Gold.

Hey, got another DNA sample

to test-- it's
a rush job.

So, should I put it in front
of my other rush jobs?

Yes.
Okay, I'll make it
a rush-rush job,
and I'll get

right on it, unless I get
a rush-rush-rush job.

Thanks, Abs.
Hey, um, could you
tell Gibbs that

I got the results back
from Rebecca's DNA?

It does not match the genetic
material in Finn's shorts.

That means we're...

Looking for a third woman.

Since you revisited
the crime scene,

I decided I want
to revisit the body.

Something's troubling me.

Me, too.

Uh-huh. What's that, Tony?

Well, Finn had two entrees
and still had room for dessert.

Makes me wonder if there
was anything, you know,

special about him.
Like what?

Oh... like that.

(chuckles)

Did he have extra women
because he had something
extra for the women?

Well,

take a look for yourself.

(grunts)
Sadly,

the first thing
the maggots eat

is the soft tissue.

Still, you've given me an idea.

To vomit?

No, to reexamine

the soft tissue.

Thanks, Tony.

I do what I can.

(coughs)

Ducky, is there any way to...

psychologically
un-see something?

Finn's bag contained

120 ounces of gold

worth about $78,400
at today's conversion rate.

Mint numbers?
Tracing 'em now--
the coins were purchased

over the Internet
in three batches.

I should have the dates here
in a moment.

We figured $60,000 came
from the fiancees, and Finn

must have tossed in
the rest.

(phone rings)
Officer David.

Okay, first batch of gold
purchased nine months ago

and paid for with a money order.

The second batch...
That was Abby.

She was searching
non-standard databases

with the third woman's DNA.

She got a hit
on a bone marrow donor bank.
Pull it up.

That's not what I expected.

Her father died of leukemia.

Pick her up.

Take DiNozzo with you.

You interrogated her

and didn't pick up
she had sex with Finn?
It was an interview,

not an interrogation--
and excuse me

if my brain didn't go
to the sex place.

Mine would.
I'm sure that's why you have a
leg up on other investigators.

See? You say "leg up," I
instantly went to the sex place.

(tires screech)
Hey!

Whoa, whoa, whoa!
Hey, stop!

(tires screech)

Stop!

I'm sorry, I need to go.
I have a showing...

At NCIS.

RICK:
What's going on?

Hey.

Hey! Stop pointing
a gun at my wife.

She tried to rat on us.

She means rabbit.

Rabbit. Yes.

I was in a hurry
for a showing.

Are you arresting her?

Taking her to NCIS
to answer a few questions.

Well, I'm coming too.
Rick, you don't have to...

Jody, I'm your husband.

So why didn't you tell us
you knew Lance Corporal Finn?

I was afraid that
my husband would find out.

That you killed him?

I didn't kill James.

It was an accident.

He fell, he hit his head;
I did not kill him.

I loved him.

Swear to God.

Do you have any idea
how many murderers

swear to God they didn't do it?

I come from
a good Catholic family.

When we swear to God,
we mean it.

Room for one more?

I haven't seen you
in Observation
for a while, Ducky.

I've learned as much as I can
from the dead.

It's time to listen
to the living.

You met in a bar.
Yes.

How did you know that?
When?

Nine months ago.

You sleep with
him that night?

No!

That's right-- I forgot
you're from a good
Catholic family.

Did you sleep with him
the second night?

Your husband never knew.
I would tell him that

I had a late showing,
and I'd meet James

at the house
on Larson Lane.

I know that that sounds
immoral, but it is not

what you think.
Well, let me guess.

You had a deep
spiritual connection.

Exactly.

I had already decided
I was gonna leave my husband.

I just had to wait for...

Your father to die.
When you say it,

it sounds horrible.
Well, yeah. It is.

If Dad knew I was getting a
divorce, he'd have disowned me.

She inherited $2 million

last month when Dad died.

Ah...

How about if you
were a murderer?

I didn't kill James.

You buried him.
No.

I did not even know
that he was dead.

I will admit
that we had a fight.

James wanted to borrow money...

and I refused,
and he got angry, and...

and he said that
we were through.

He got up to leave.

I just wanted him to stay.

I, uh...

took his cigarettes.

Give 'em back!
No!

Now!
No! Not unless
you promise...

(grunts)
James!

(gasping)

I just got in my car,
and I drove for hours.

I came back to-to check on him,
to see if he was okay,

but...
He was dead,
so you buried him.

No. James was gone.

I thought that he was fine,
until I went

to that house for the showing
the other day.

(voice breaks):
And there he was.

And I could only think
of one explanation.

It was the hand of God.

Can Gibbs arrest God?
I don't know.

It's like the Thing trying
to bring in the Hulk.

She's telling the truth.

(Jody crying and speaking
over speaker)

TONY:
Where you going?

To tell Gibbs.

ZIVA:
What do you think?

I'm glad the glass
is bullet-proof.

(sniffling)

Excuse me, uh,
could I have a word?

with you?

Working.

It's related

and important.

She's telling the truth.

God put the body there?

No. Someone who was
playing God.

She didn't bury him.

Your gut telling you this?

I've been watching her.

She feels guilt,
empathy, remorse.

That doesn't fit the
psychological profile.

She's deceitful, conniving,
an adulterous,

which does.
I'm trying to give you
my professional opinion.

Then tell me after
I have finished

interrogating the suspect.

Timothy, do you
have a moment?

Uh, actually, I'm watching
Jody Carvell's husband.

Yes, I know--
I want to have

a word with him.
Sure.

And for you to tape it with
that new cell phone of yours.

Tape you?
No, no, no, no.
Not me. Him.

Surreptitiously,
of course.

Of course.

Here you go, Mr. Carvell.

Thank you.
Uh, this is our
medical examiner,
Dr. Mallard.

Uh, call me Ducky.

Everyone does.
Uh, Rick.

Strange, isn't it, Rick,

someone committed a murder--
standard.

But then they covered it up--

standard.

And then...
they uncovered it.

Far from standard.

You think my wife
was involved.

No. And that's the problem.

James was a big man--
there is no way

that I could've picked him up
and buried him.

Oh, that's easy.

You roll him onto the plastic
and you drag him out.

Without ruining
these nails?

Look at them--
they are so perfect.

DUCKY:
I tried to convince Agent Gibbs

that your wife
was telling the truth.

I'm afraid
he doesn't believe me.

Tell me, Rick,
why does that please you?

What?

Well, you just flashed a slight,
reflexive smile when I said

that Gibbs didn't
believe your wife.
I did not.

Timothy?

DUCKY (on recording):
I'm afraid

he doesn't believe me.

I don't know if God
was watching

your wife and
Finn that night,

but you were.

My-My wife and the dead guy?
Yes, when your wife

ran out of the house,
you buried the body.

My God, man, why
would I do that?

Because you wanted
the money.

Well, you had to wait

until her father died
before you could implicate her

in the murder.

But once she got
her inheritance,

you disinterred

the body.

You-you have a vivid
imagination, Ducky.

But, uh, imagination

doesn't prove
anything.
No, you're quite right there.

But evidence does.

DUCKY:
Ah, good.

Abby, have you
lifted the DNA

from the shovel
handle yet?

You know, from the
sweat we discovered
on the handle.

Oh. Yeah, uh, right.

I-I've got it running.
I'm ready to check it.

I just need
a sample.
Well, then...

test it against the saliva

on this.

You're right.

I tried to cover up

her murder.

But I didn't kill him.

That cheating bitch did.

Boss, Mr. Carvell here
admitted to Ducky
he buried the body.

Oh, my God.

It was you?
Who else cleans
up your messes?

I was watching the two of you
from the window.

You watched us make love?

(laughs):
That's not what
I'd call it.

Then what happened?
They had a fight,

she hit him on the head,
and she ran.
Rick... that... He's lying.

All I did was bury him.
DUCKY:
Well, I'm afraid

you did a bit
more than that.
Right.

I unburied him.

GIBBS:
Sit down.

A reexamination

of the conjunctival
and facial tissues

revealed petechial hemorrhages
suggesting asphyxia.

So I looked
for atelectasis

in his lungs, which results
from shallow breathing

due to an obstruction
such as plastic.

And there it was.

Lance Corporal Finn
was buried alive.

He was dead!

I know he was dead.

You bastard, you killed him!

(grunting)

Ziva,

get her out
of here.

McGee.

Handcuff him
and get a sworn statement.

I hope you fry!

Go to hell!

(Jody grunting)

RICK:
Go to hell.

Wow.

I got to come up here
more often.

(both grunt)

Gibbs, I screwed up.

Well, yeah.
You almost spilled my coffee.
When Tony and I

ran out to pick up Jody, I left
Finn's bag of gold on my desk.

Mm-hmm.
I know I should've

taken it to evidence,
but we were

focusing on...
Here's the inventory.

You took it to evidence.

It says here the bag contained
$18,000 worth of gold.

We are $60,000 short.

You gave Siri and Rebecca back
the money they loaned Finn.

I thought
I'd save the courts

some paperwork.
You wouldn't be
getting soft?

Of course not.
You shaved your moustache.
Uh, boss,

reception called this morning,
they said that someone was here

with information about--
sorry-- about a case.

I went to meet her, and, um,

this is Jessica Coleman,

James Finn's fiancee.

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