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Shoot.

(SCREAMING)

Grab your gear.

-My three favourite words.
-Where to?

St. Mary's River State Park.

Right here.

-Maryland.
-Good guess.

Think you can guess how to drive there?

I'd say the fastest way would be to take
the beltway to Highway 235 south,

take that to Route 50 and then

punch it into the nav system
when we get lost.

What's in the park?

A deer hunter who stumbled on to
an aircraft drop tank.

Navy markings.

We're driving to Maryland to look
at a drop tank?

It's got a body inside.

-Now, that's different.
-Yeah, I thought so.

You pick up Ducky.

Tony, you gas the truck.

Gibbs, you know, most agencies
have people who do that sort of thing.

So do we.

Bow hunter was tracking a deer,
stumbled across the drop tank.

-He's the one who opened the hatch?
-That's right.

-How did he get so...
-I believe "mummified"

is the adjective you're searching for.

Now, the tank must have been airtight

creating a hermetic environment.

No air, no bugs, no critters.

-And more important, no bacteria.
-Got an estimated time of death, Duck?

Very amusing, Jethro.

I thought it was a missile or a bomb
of some kind until I tapped it.

It sounded hollow,

so I cleared some leaves away
and found the hatch.

-Your curiosity got the best of you?
-Wouldn't yours?

Yeah, you know what,
it probably would have.

-Did you remove the flight bag?
-Yeah.

-Touch anything else?
-Not after I saw King Tut.

Well, we'll need your prints,

separate them from any others we find
on the tank.

-Yeah.
-Thanks.

"Lieutenant Commander Farnsworth."

-Think he's our mummy?
-I don't know. Bag it.

No, I can't do anything for this
gentleman until we cut him out of here.

I know what this is, boss.

External fuel tank?

Three hundred and seventy gallon
external fuel tank off an F-14 Tomcat.

A few were converted into camera
or cargo pods. This one's a cargo pod.

I'm impressed.

Didn't become an NCIS agent
yesterday, Kate.

-As a matter of fact, tomorrow is...
-It'll have been two years.

That's kind of touching, Gibbs,
remembering the day you hired me.

Yeah, well, seemed like a good idea
at the time.

-Duck, is it okay if I touch?
-By all means.

Our sailor is a lieutenant.

GIBBS: Flight bag's not his.
KATE: See his dog tags?

Nope.

Get a flatbed.

Take our Lieutenant and his pod
back home with us.

Let me guess. You're gonna suggest
I ride back in the flatbed with the driver.

Wasn't a suggestion.

Abby, find any prints on there
beside the hunter's?

I pulled some partials off
the inside of the hatch that weren't his.

-Victim's?
-I doubt it.

Mummies aren't generally
the self-help type.

Let's run the prints
through the military database.

You got it. And there's a serial number
on the underside of the tank.

The paint's kind of worn off,
but I can bring it up.

Good. If that tank came off a Tomcat,
somebody filed a TFOA report.

TFOA?

-"Things falling off aircraft."
-You're kidding.

Nope, that's what they're called.

Squadrons have kept files on those,
going back to biplanes.

-All right.
-Come on.

Okay, on three. One, two...

Sailor on a half-shell.

-Abby, please.
-Sorry.

It's not unlike the Egyptians, however.

Their mummified dead
were buried along with

personal treasures to accompany them
on the journey to the afterlife.

Where he could squeeze in 18
now and then.

He's not wearing shoes.

I kick mine off when I fly.

-We got an ID.
-Lieutenant Mark Schilz.

He's not a golfer.
This bag belongs to Lieutenant Lynch.

Gold wedding band.

Looks like Lieutenant Schilz
left someone behind.

Okay, we got a name,
we got a serial number,

TFOA!'ll find the plane
and the squadron.

And we'll crack the secret
of the mummy's curse in no time!

-Abby.
“What?

Lieutenant Schilz's service record.

He was reported missing
at sea off the Eisenhower.

-Amend it. He's no longer missing.
-The carrier was a day out of Norfolk

at the end of a six-month
deployment in the Med.

-When?
-March 4, 1994.

He was declared a deserter
30 days later

and he received
a dishonourable discharge.

Dishonourable?

Lieutenant Schilz was charged
in absentia

with theft of government property.

The cargo pod.

$1 .2 million out of
the Eisenhower's safe.

He was their Disbursing Officer.

I just spent three riveting hours

sorting through squadron records
at the safety centre.

Found the aircraft that dropped the pod.

An F-14 Tomcat.

From a squadron on the Eisenhower?

Yeah. VF-212. The Red Wolves.

Coming home from a deployment?

After six months in the Med.

Wanna give me the names
of the Tomcat crew?

Well, it's safe to assume one of them
wasn't Lieutenant Schilz.

Why ride in a pod
when you got a seat in the cockpit?

Pilot was
Lieutenant Commander Farnsworth.

Yeah, good news, Commander.

It took 10 years,
but we located your luggage.

The golf clubs belong to his RIO,
Lieutenant Lynch.

RIO?

Radar Intercept Officer.
Also called a GIBS, one "B."

-Short for "Guy in Back."
-Why do you need two "B's"?

Second one's for "bastard."
What else, Tony?

VF-212 flew off
the Eisenhower for Pax River

the day before she docked at Norfolk.

"She"?

Tony, it's named after Dwight
David Eisenhower for God's sake.

Maybe, she was named for Mamie.

Their flight path took them over
lower Maryland.

Where the Tomcat lost
an external cargo pod.

No one on the ground
reported being whacked in the head,

so the Navy conducted
a cursory search and wrote it off.

This was in the spring of '94?

No.

Abby estimated how long
the pod's been in the ground, right?

No.

Ducky calculated the time
it took Lieutenant Schilz to mummify?

No.

Okay.

How do you know the date?

I pulled Lieutenant Schilz's
service record.

-You took the easy way.
-Yeah, not so easy.

Our mummified lieutenant went UA
with $1 .2 million.

He was the Disbursing Officer
on the Eisenhower.

Our mummy's a crook.

Who tried to make his getaway
in a cargo pod.

I doubt it. Air's cold and thin
at 30,000 feet. He'd know that.

Where's the money?

It's not in the pod
or Abby'd be up here screaming "Lotto."

According to his service record,
it was never found.

Tony, pull our files on the investigation

since you're such an expert
at looking up names.

I wouldn't say I'm an expert.

If he's still working for us

I wanna talk to the onboard NCIS
special agent in '94.

-What if he's not with us?
-l wanna talk to

the onboard NCIS special agent in '94.

-Our mummy had a wedding ring.
-And a wife to go with it.

-Got a current address?
-Not yet.

The deceased is a Caucasian male,
20 to 25, approximately 5'7".

The facial bone structure
indicates Nordic descent.

It matches
Lieutenant Schilz's description.

Commissioned before the DNA
database was initiated.

Oh. Well, young man,
we'll have to match your smile.

You know, the Lieutenant was in
remarkable condition,

given the precipitous fall.

The jaw was broken, fractured.

Post-mortem, no sign of bleeding.

The injury is consistent with a nine-iron
or possibly a sand wedge.

Definitely one of the lofted clubs
he flew with.

Ducky, I'm not interested
in what happened to him after he died.

I'm surprised
to hear you say that, Gibbs.

You know post-mortem details
can be extremely revealing.

Remember that case four years ago,

where the young marine was buried
in an anthill up to his neck?

Duck, eight years ago.

How did he die?

Well, it can't be eight years.
No, I know it wasn't!

Four years ago, your third wife hit you
over the head with a baseball bat.

And I distinctly remember
the ant-eaten marine

on that table there
when I stitched you up.

Ducky, how did
our young Lieutenant die?

You know, I think the poor fellow
bled out.

I made a minimal incision
in the chest cavity

and came across evidence
of massive internal haemorrhaging.

-From?
-I don't know yet.

But something quite small
must have punctured the chest cavity.

Yes, I'll need to send the poor boy
for a CAT scan to get a proper look.

Couldn't have happened
when he augered in, in the pod?

No! As I told you, the fracture to the jaw
was post-mortem,

obviously inflicted by the crash.

This amount of bleeding
could only occur when he was alive.

Which means that Lieutenant Schilz
was murdered

and then stuffed in the pod.

Yes. Yes, I suppose it does.

Gotta be decaf.

-What?
-That coffee you drink.

-High test.
-Don't you twitch?

Nope.

-How's it coming?
-Still no address.

You know,

if Lieutenant Schilz stole the money,
he didn't do it alone.

Why do you say that?

Someone murdered him
and stuffed him in the pod.

Maybe an accomplice
didn't wanna share the $1 .2 million.

Couldn't he have surprised the thief

in the disbursing office
and been murdered?

Well, no. Then someone would have to
carry the body from there

to the cargo pod without being seen.

No easy thing to do
on a ship with 6,000 souls.

Oh, I found Lieutenant Schilz's widow.

-She's remarried and living in Arlington.
-Well, go get her.

-Was it something I said?
-Not yet.

Well,

looks like we're gonna
have to go to Hawaii, boss.

Now, it's what you said.

NCIS special agent afloat,
Richard Owens

investigated the robbery in '94.

He's currently assigned
to NCIS, Pearl Harbour.

Or we could always use
video conferencing.

You know Owens?

-No.
-Didn't think you would.

He's considerably younger than you are.

What would you consider considerably?

Well, the guy was young, Gibbs.

Only 28. Makes him 37 now.

Then considerably would not be
an accurate description.

-I didn't realise, boss. How old are you?
-Doesn't matter how old I am.

Well, it does actually.
‘Cause it gives me a reference point

-for the word that you're...
-Can I see the file?

Yeah, after 40 everybody's eyes,
you know...

Night of the robbery,
there was a report of a man overboard.

"Aft watch spotted

"a life vest beacon in the carrier wake."

You're embarrassed to tell me
how old you are.

Not at all.

"Schilz's shoes were found

"in the hold full of scrapped life vests."

Yeah, Navy presumed
that he robbed the disbursing office,

faked falling overboard
and then sat tight with the cash

until the carrier put in to Norfolk.

They based all this
on finding his shoes in the hold?

Well, maybe the Navy read
Agent Owens' notes.

They're attached to the back of the file.

"Lieutenant Schilz
must have eluded the night watch

"and slipped over the side
without his shoes to swim ashore."

Eye strain.

Losing Mark at sea was bad enough,

but to have him accused
of stealing money.

I'm sorry.
I realise this is opening old wounds.

No, at least finding his body
will end the vicious gossip.

There was a rumour
that he had started a new life

with the money and a new woman.

-Here you go.
-Thank you.

Was there any basis for it?

We'd only been married a year,

and six months of that
he was at sea, Agent Todd.

-Well, it doesn't sound likely, does it?
-No.

No more likely than his being a thief.

Mark was a good man.
He loved the Navy.

Even if it didn't love him back.

But that'll change now, won't it?

He'll be exonerated.

We have reopened the investigation.

But it seems so obvious.

Whoever took the money
murdered Mark.

That's a very real possibility.

He wouldn't have even been in that tank

unless someone put him there.

So, you're remarried.

Yes. After six years,
I had Mark declared dead.

Randy helped me move on.

Navy didn't even send a flag
for his memorial service.

-That seems rather harsh.
-I could have done without the flag,

but not to receive
death benefits or child support,

that was harsh.

You haven't gotten anything?

Flags and benefits
are only for the honourably discharged.

You haven't been in the Navy very long,
have you?

I'm still not.

As I told you,
I'm an NCIS special agent.

I've been that for only a month.

I don't care for myself.
Randy and I get by,

but if you clear Mark's name,
Alicia will benefit.

She'll have a better life.

-Money for college.
-She's beautiful.

Mark never saw her.

He called, though,
the morning she was born.

I held the phone to her ear
so she could hear her daddy's voice.

-He called you from the carrier?
-Yeah. No, it wasn't easy then.

I don't know how he did it

but somehow Mark got a call to me
in Bethesda early in the morning.

That was the last time
I ever heard his voice.

-The day your daughter was born?
-Yeah.

And the day Mark disappeared.

I would have never guessed
he flew off that ship.

I don't think it was his idea.

I was sure he swum ashore
with the cash.

That damn case has been the
only blotch on my record for 12 years.

Didn't do much for
Lieutenant Schilz's record, either.

Hey, he stole the money.
I'll stand by that.

Well, if he stole it, Agent Owens,
where is it?

Beats me, but it's not on that ship.

We searched every inch of it
for him and the cash.

The Eisenhower docked the next day.
How long did you search?

-I don't remember.
-Two days.

Who searched?

Hell, the entire crew.

Finders keepers? Treasure hunt?

What are you implying, Gibbs?

Nothing. I'm just wondering
how you managed to search

every inch of a 95,000 ton,
24-storey tall,

1,049 foot-long aircraft carrier
in two days.

We couldn't keep the crew
any longer than that.

They'd been deployed for six months.

Their families were waiting dockside.

Which means
you didn't search every inch.

So, as far as you know,
that money could still be on board.

It could be, but it isn't.

Another assumption,
Special Agent Owens?

Or do you know this as fact?

I don't like the tone of this.

You've got my report.

I have nothing more to tell you.

Okay. We'll see.

The Eisenhower is currently
doing quals in the Atlantic.

She'll be back in Norfolk
for weekend liberty.

Be there. 0700, Saturday.

You cannot order me back to that...

-How did you know those statistics?
-Read them.

You put it back together.

Yeah. I had to study the
fibreglass sarcophagus in one piece.

-What did you find?
-Something hinky.

Okay, the pod is attached
to the Tomcat

by an MXU rack with two hooks.

It's here and here.

Wasn't sure you could see them, boss.

-Go on.
-The hooks fit in these holes.

Now, when the pilot
wants to eject the pod,

he flips a switch, the hooks disengage.

-And the pod drops away.
-Well, actually, it's kicked away.

The forward and aft ejectors fire
and kick it off the wing.

TFOA report said the pilot didn't
touch the pod ejector switch.

The pod just fell away. Was he lying?

No. If he had popped it,

the ejectors would have made dents
in the pod.

No. No dents.

No dents. Just damage from ploughing
into mother earth.

You know, when you think about it,

if the lieutenant was still alive,

that would have been one hell of a ride.

(WHOOSHING)

Well, it would.

Oh, just figuring that out now?

You know,
it's not polite to talk with your hands.

Gibbs, come look at these holes.

Yeah. Top of the hole's damaged.

This one, too.

To remove a pod on deck,

you insert a key into the MXU rack
and turn it.

That withdraws the hooks.
Now, if you turn the key only until

the tips of the hooks
are holding onto the pod, then...

It should tear loose on the cat shot
and leave marks like these on the holes.

Except, the mummy's curse
was working,

so the tips held on to the pod
until it was over Maryland.

I got it.

Abby, there was no mummy
10 years ago,

so how could there be a curse?

It's like a chicken and egg thing, Tony.

I interviewed Lieutenant Schilz's widow.
They had a child, Alicia.

Nine years old,
and she's as pretty as her mom.

I knew I should have taken
that interview.

-She's remarried, Tony.
-Yeah?

He does this just to screw with me,
don't you?

Do you have a report to make,
Agent Todd?

Mary got a call from her first husband
the day he disappeared.

She'd just given birth
at the Bethesda Naval Hospital,

and he called her from the carrier.

So?

So, it was a big deal to call home
from a ship in '94.

The signal was bounced off a satellite

and routed through the comm office
in Norfolk.

-You traced the time of the call?
-Navy doesn't get rid of anything.

Comm office records show
that a Lieutenant Schilz

called Bethesda Naval Hospital
from CVN-69, that's the Eisenhower,

at 0533 on the fourth of March, 1994,
and the call lasted 12 minutes.

Tony, what time
did the schmuck's report

say the disbursing office was robbed?

-What schmuck?
-Our schmuck, unfortunately.

Between 2100 hours, March 3,
when the office was secured,

and 0700 on the fourth,

when it was opened
by the Assistant Disbursing Officer

Doesn't let him off the hook.

...Ensign Wiles.

Wiles? Randy Wiles?

No, you're not getting me to bite again.
You read this report.

No, Mrs Schilz told you.

-Actually, she did.
-l knew it.

Only she didn't tell me that Randy Wiles
was the Assistant Disbursing Officer.

She said he was her husband.

This is why I jumped at being stationed
at Pearl.

It's only November, and I'm freezing.

-I hate Norfolk.
-Could be Bremerton.

All right, where the hell is he?

I didn't fly standby
and sit next to a toilet for 12 hours

to freeze my ass off waiting.

First class toilet?

Sorry.

Talking to me like
I'm some kind of newbie.

Who the hell
does this Gibbs think he is, anyway?

Ten years,
and this case is still haunting me.

It's like I'm cursed.

What? What's funny?

Our lab tech believes there's a curse.

But she's a Goth, you know,

with the chains and the tats
and the piercing.

And you're so...

How old do you think Gibbs is?

RANDY: Pull!

Very nice.

-Very nice.
-Thanks. You here to shoot?

I hope not. I'm Special Agent Gibbs.

This is Special Agent Todd, NCIS.
Lady inside said you're the manager.

Randy Wiles?

Formerly Ensign Randy Wiles.

I saw on the news.

If you're here to talk about Mark,
I told you guys all I know years ago.

You didn't say
you were gonna marry his wife.

-You talked to Mary?
-I did.

And funny thing,
she never once mentioned

marrying her husband's shipmate.

She doesn't know
that Mark and I served together.

How could she not know?

We met at Mark's memorial service.

What did you say?

"I was passing by, dug the music,
decided to drop in"?

Something pretty close to that.

I was afraid that
if I told her I knew Mark,

she'd ask a lot of questions.

I didn't think I'd fall in love with her.

And then when I did, it was too late.

Bounce.

Yeah.

-Bounce?
-It's a film.

Ben Affleck gives up his seat
on this flight

for a guy who needs to get home.

Plane crashes, guy dies.

He looks up the widow,
Gwyneth Paltrow.

He means to tell her the story,

but by the time they come around to it,
they've fallen in love,

and he's afraid if he tells her, it'll ruin it.

That's what happened to me.

I believe him.

Of course, you believe him,
it's a chick flick.

In a guy flick, you steal the money

you set Lieutenant Schilz up
to take the fall,

you murder him and you marry his wife.

-That is sick.
-It sure is.

Agent Todd, you will realise
after being here more than a month,

that there are a lot
of sick people in the world.

Are you one of those, Randy?

This is my day job.

At night, I do freelance accounting.

Mary and I rent a house.
Alicia goes to public school.

I drive a 6-year-old Saturn.

Now, do you think I'd live like that
if I had a million bucks?

Yeah, you're right,
you were doing better in the Navy.

(SCOFFS) No. Navy cleared me,
doesn't mean they trusted me.

Your disbursing clerk,
Petty Officer Toner,

she left the Navy, too.
They pass her over?

Erin enlisted to catch an officer.

OWENS: Petty Officer Toner
was a hottie, if you know what I mean.

Oh, yeah?
Did you investigate this hottie?

It's in my report.

So is the assumption
that Lieutenant Schilz

left his shoes on board
so he could swim ashore.

That's not in my report.

No, that was in your attached notes.

I didn't think the Navy
was gonna look at my notes.

You didn't think
about anything except getting ashore.

That's not fair, Gibbs.

Neither is convicting a man in absentia
for a sloppy investigation.

Lieutenant Schilz was the only one
who could have done it.

Wiles was in an all-night poker game,
and Erin was already in her quarters.

TONY: How do you know?

That cruise was the first time
females were deployed at sea.

If they weren't in chow or at work,
they were in female country.

The Navy ran that area
like it was a sorority. No men allowed.

I'll bet you all you did
was take her word.

How many women got pregnant
on that cruise, Special Agent Owens?

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

Quite a few, Agent.

Guess the house mothers
weren't on top of the log book.

Gibbs.

Lieutenant Commander Farnsworth
and Ensign Lynch

died in a ramp strike two years ago.

I won't say it sounds like Abby's
curse of the mummy, but...

Well, if they were still
in the Navy two years ago,

we can cross them off our list
of millionaire accomplices.

You mean suspects.

Lieutenant Schilz was probably killed
by an accomplice.

Or killed catching the thief in the act.

Are you interested in clearing him
or catching the bad guys?

Both. If we exonerate him,

then his wife and daughter
will get the death benefits they deserve.

Did you locate Petty Officer Toner?

Traced her to West Chester,
PA, on my way now.

The pilot and his RIO are dead.

I don't even want to hear the word
"curse" out of your mouth, DiNozzo.

-Would I say that, boss?
-You said it to me.

You said it first.

-Nice drive, Ben.
-Oh, yeah!

For someone with your swing.

Miss Toner?

-The pro told me you were teeing off.
-I was trying to.

Sorry.

I've just drove in from D.C.
to speak with you.

It'll only take a few minutes.

Do you know anything
about golf etiquette, young woman?

Not really.

This is a private club.
How'd you get in here?

I showed these at the gate.

I'm sorry to hear that Mark's been dead
all these years.

I always imagined him on some beach
in Mexico, sipping margaritas.

You believe he stole the money.

Well, he and Randy were the only ones
who had the combo

and Randy was playing poker all night.

Had to have been Mark.

Well, if that's true, then his accomplice
got away with the money.

Easy to see where you're going
with this, Agent Todd.

You said you saw my house, nice.

This country club, also nice.

Both expensive. I didn't marry money.

Yet.

And with the losers in my family,
I sure as hell didn't inherit it.

So you're wondering
if I was in on it with Mark.

Killed him and took the money.

Well, either that or you won the lottery.

$2 million.

I carry this for good luck.

You can laminate a losing ticket.

Oh, come on home with me, honey.

I'll show you the write-up
from the Canton Gazette.

It was too big to laminate, though.
I had to have it framed.

Let's go.

Fore!

Never do that again.

I'm sorry, I didn't know
you were going to get all freaked out.

Well, it's an automatic reflex
when one is a golfer, Abigail.

Please don't call me Abigail.

Then don't yell "fore"
when I have a niblick in my hand.

A niblick? Sounds like a sex act.

Yes, that's what I thought it was
the first time I heard the term.

A niblick is what
a nine-iron used to be called

when golf was the province
of Scottish nobles,

not the democratic "lovely walk spoiled"
by the weekend duffer.

So, what? You think he was killed
by a niblick to the kidney?

No, no, no, no.

The CAT scan revealed
a puncture wound to the chest cavity,

caused by a thin, sharp object,

that perforated the pericardial sack
and then penetrated the heart.

-Ouch!
-Ouch, indeed.

So what about your niblick?

I was trying to see if this could have
caused these hair fractures

to the pelvis and lumbar vertebrae.

But it's too flexible
to cause uniform fracturing

across both sides of the pelvis.

No, it had to be
an object much more rigid.

What about his abrupt stop
on an e-ticket ride?

No, no, no, no. There are faint traces
of bleeding on the CAT scan.

No, these fractures occurred

before or immediately after he expired.

Are you sure

you didn't find anything here in this area
on his uniform?

No, nothing that would cause these.
But I wasn't looking closely.

Look closely, my dear.

Of course, my darling.

(CHUCKLES)

The robbery is a legend on this ship.

Knowing Lieutenant Schilz
didn't get off with the cash

is gonna start a treasure hunt.
Excuse me.

-Bring back fond memories?
-Not so fond.

OWENS: The safe hadn't been jimmied.

Ensign Wiles and Erin said
nothing was missing but the cash.

Was something going on

between you and Petty Officer Toner,
Agent Owens?

-No.
-Called her a hottie.

And you keep referring to her
by her first name.

We're not allowed to fraternise
with enlisted females, you know that.

You're not allowed to put
assumptions in reports either.

You've made your point, Agent Gibbs.

I blew that,
but I wasn't screwing around with Erin.

She had something going on
with one of the airmen.

-That wasn't in your report.
-It didn't seem pertinent.

Name.

Martinez. Martinez.
Petty Officer Ted Martinez.

Hi. Excuse me.

-You think he's involved?
-I don't know.

But since it was his hottie working here,
you should have looked into him.

You're right, sir.

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

Do not "sir" me. I work for a living.

-Gibbs.
-Erin Toner is living large.

Nice house, country club membership.

Do not tell me
that she has a rich husband.

Hit the Ohio Lotto for $2 million.

Did you check that out?

Yeah, I saw the winning ticket
and newspaper clippings.

State Lottery Board
is closed for the day.

Call in the morning.

(PHONE BEEPS)

Can you hear me now?

Got him. "Ted Martinez.

"Aviation Machinist's Mate,
Second Class.

"Honourable discharge June 2, 1994."

A lot of sailors left the Navy
in June of '94.

Aviation Machinist's Mate.

That means he was working
the flight deck.

Petty Officer Second.
Probably a plane captain.

What?

Who would have had the ability
to stuff a body into a cargo pod?

-Anyone on the hangar deck.
-Who's most likely?

You're asking me to make
an assumption, Agent Gibbs.

I'm not asking you to write it down.

The pilot, the RIO, the plane captain.

Don't strain your eyes, boss.

-That's no coincidence.
-Don't tell me...

Petty Officer Martinez
was the plane captain on the Tomcat

that dropped the pod
that had Lieutenant Schilz's body in it.

(GOTH MUSIC PLAYING)

Whoa! I should've been
playing Beethoven.

It's not Beethoven?

It's the Newlydeads.

-What's the orange stuff?
-I don't know yet.

But it's only on this part
of the mummy's shirt.

Same area
as Ducky's hairline fractures.

You went to see Ducky
before you came to see me?

Is there some kind of priority here
I don't know about?

A girl likes to be thought of first.

I don't know if it's synthetic or natural,
but it's definitely a fibre.

What's orange in the Navy?

Life jackets.

Weren't the mummy's shoes found
in a hold with old life jackets?

Never believed that
he was in there with them.

-You might have to change your opinion.
-Did you match Petty Officer Martinez

-to those partial prints on the pod?
-Yep.

No big surprise,
he was the plane captain.

-I was hoping they wouldn't match.
-One of them didn't.

I scanned the ridges
and cleaned the garbage out.

I got six Galton details.

I like 10 to 12,
but six is enough if you get lucky.

Doesn't look like we got lucky.

Well, I limited it to naval personnel
that served between '90 and '94.

-Still a lot of ridges and curves.
-I might be able to lower the threshold.

How?

I could give you a name
and a serial number.

Oh, that might help.

Whoa, we've got
nothing like this at Pearl.

-This is where the big boys play.
-DiNozzo!

Speaking of big boys. Yeah, boss?

What are you doing here?

Well, my flight's not till
9:00 in the morning.

Since I'm here, I thought that

maybe...

You know how to do
a database search?

Yeah, yeah, I do.

Use that computer. Locate Martinez.

-I'm looking for Martinez, boss.
-Yeah? I'm getting coffee.

You got computers at Pearl?

Yeah.

But ours is on the beach
so we can surf on breaks.

They surf on breaks.

(SNORING)

Didn't you have a flight to catch,
Agent Owens?

Hey.

You know, it's a little after 2:00
and my flight's not until...

There'll be another flight.

Coffee?

All right, what do you got?

We got Petty Officer Martinez
was a Mexican national,

when he joined the Navy.

He was discharged at Norfolk,
June 2, 1994

where he had his mail
forwarded to the Plaza...

The Plaza Hotel in New York,
where he was

June 5 till the 22nd, when he flew...

To Manzanillo, Mexico.
Registered at Las Brisas with a wife.

No first name,
just Mr and Mrs Martinez.

They stayed at Las Brisas
until the ninth of July,

and after that they... He... I lost him.

Yeah, and I found him.

In Guadalajara
at the Presidente InterContinental.

Stayed there for 10 days and then...
And then I lost him, too.

Okay. Find out where he was born.
Check with the local police there.

A guy usually goes home
when he's separated.

-I'm going...
-For coffee?

To the head.

-Still no match?
-Nothing good enough to take to court.

But if my life depended on it,

I'd say it was her
right middle finger that made that.

-Thanks.
-Yeah.

I spectroed the fibre.

It's cotton canvas
dyed orange Number 7.

But it's not from a life preserver.

They're made out of
urethane-coated nylon.

It's the mailbag, Abby.

Orange mailbag.

Cool.

Right, I understand. Are you sure?

Ohio lottery?

Okay. Thank you.

Erin Toner was telling the truth.
August 10, '94, she hit a pick six.

Bought the ticket at a 7-Eleven
outside of Canton, Ohio.

She hit for $37,000. She lied.

She and Martinez stole that money,
not Lieutenant Schilz.

Kate, incriminating her
doesn't exonerate Schilz.

She could've played him.

No. They forced him to open the safe,

they murdered him
and they stuffed him in the pod.

Unless Martinez or Toner admits Schilz
had nothing to do with the robbery,

there's no way to exonerate him.

I'll get them to confess.

How are you gonna do that?

I don't know yet.

Martinez was murdered
in a Piedras Negras motel.

My God. She's a black widow.

I don't think she was ever married.

We got her.

Kate, go back to Pennsylvania
and bring Erin Toner in.

How? I can't arrest her, can 1?

No, no. She has to come voluntarily.

(ERIN LAUGHING)

ERIN: Why the hell would I do that?

Latent prints off
Lieutenant Schilz's uniform

match Petty Officer Martinez's.

He was the plane captain
on the Tomcat that dropped the pod.

You pulled prints 10 years later?

The pod was hermetically sealed.

We believe that Martinez forced
Lieutenant Schilz to open the safe

murdered him,
and stuffed his body in a cargo pod.

I think I knew Martinez.

But I knew a lot of sailors on that cruise.

Martinez is hiding in Mexico.

We will find him, and when we do,
we want a solid case for extradition.

Do I look like a Mexican judge?

We'd like your help in doing
a virtual recreation

of the theft for the hearing.

-Why me?
-We can't locate Ensign Randy Wiles.

You're the only one that worked
in disbursing back then.

Honey,

are you working something
you're not telling me?

I wanna exonerate Lieutenant Schilz

so that his wife and his daughter
can get the money due them.

Tell them to play the lottery.

I can call you back to the Navy,
Petty Officer Toner.

The hell you can.

These are orders

recalling you to active duty
as a material witness

in a capital offence.

All I got to do is ink them, honey,
and your ass is back in the Navy.

Or you can voluntarily help us.

Lieutenant Schilz
finished a call to his wife

and newborn daughter at 0545.

(ABBY LAUGHING)

I threw in that little heel click to show
he was really happy.

Yeah, well, not for long.

Petty Officer Martinez surprised him
with a knife,

ransacked the safe and
forced Lieutenant Schilz

to carry the money to a Tomcat,
where he murdered Lieutenant Schilz,

stuffed him in a pod
and left with the money.

So what do you think?

I think you could use some help
from Disney.

Hey, come on!
I wasn't finished with it yet.

We wanted to make sure
we had the right scenario first.

That one works for me.

Not for me.

No.

Lieutenant Schilz would know
that Martinez was gonna Kill him.

He'd have resisted someplace,

especially in a passageway
full of sailors.

Martinez had to kill him in disbursing.

But, how did he move him to the pod
if he was dead?

-He couldn't.
-But he could, my dear.

You see, I found hairline fractures

on Lieutenant Schilz's pelvis
and lumbar vertebrae,

which Abby here matched to

-orange canvas...
-Orange canvas fibres

on Lieutenant Schilz's uniform.

I saw an orange mailbag

being dragged over knee-knockers
when I visited the ship.

(COMPUTER BEEPING LOUDLY)

I'll get back to that in a minute.

Where was I?

Dragging orange mailbags
over knee-knockers, boss.

Yeah. That bothered me.

If Martinez did stuff
his body in a mail sack,

and dragged it across the ship,

how come
nobody noticed anything that was...

Hinky?

Yeah. Hinky.

And that's when I remembered
how you used to turn heads

when you walked by.

I'm outta here.

Not till the show's over.

Now, who would've noticed a sailor

dragging a mailbag over knee-knockers

with you walking by?

How's that animation?

Much better.

However, it's not evidence.

You touch me again,
and I will have you arrested for assault.

And the rest of you
for unlawful detainment.

You're free to go.

I said I'd get back to that fingerprint.

It's yours.

Oh, okay. It's mine.

Where'd you find it? Mark's uniform?

All that proves is that we got it on.

Didn't find it on his uniform.
Got it from the Federales.

Found it on the pistol
that killed Martinez in Piedras Negras.

Two days before you hit the Lotto
for $37,000.

We could extradite you,
but Mexican courts really don't like it

when gringos Kill one of their own.

I don't know if it was you

or Martinez that killed Lieutenant Schilz.

You can tell it any way you want.

We'll take it down.

You know, in Hawaii, it takes forever
to get anything from the Federales.

Same way here.

No, no, no, no, guys don't tell me that...

That fingerprint match was faked?

Okay, you guys are crazy.

-Yeah.
-Yep.