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[CAMERA WHIRRING]

MAN: Never get tired of this sight.
- Ah. You and me both.

[COMPUTER KEYS CLACKING]

- Where's number three? McMannis.
MAN: Yeah?

We have a loose one.

[REVEILLE BLASTING]

I can't take much more of this!

[OVER MONITOR]
It's driving us crazy!

Where's Taylor?

Maybe she got lucky and escaped.

They're coming.

Oh, my God. Tell me you did not
just wave at me, Vance.

You call yourself a supermodel?

Right now, the only thing
you are super at

is looking like an idiot on TV!

I count two of you.

Where is little princess
number three?

Oh, my God.

[APPLAUSE]

The next award to be presented is
the Meritorious Civilian Service Medal.

Would Special Agent Leroy
Jethro Gibbs please step forward.

[CHEERS AND APPLAUSE]

- She went with the elf cut?
- It's called the Pixie.

- I think she looks terrific.
- Where's Gibbs?

All the years I've known him,
he's never turned up

for an award ceremony.

Even if he's the one receiving,
Ducky?

Especially if he's the one
receiving it.

Special Agent Gibbs?

Told you he wouldn't show. Pay up.

- Got change for a 20?
- No.

- Nice haircut.
- Where the hell is he, DiNozzo?

- He's working on a case.
- What case?

The one that's preventing him
from being here.

I'll take that for him, though. I...

Accepting for Special Agent Gibbs
is Special Agent Anthony DiNozzo.

[APPLAUSE]

TONY:
Huh.

She's pretty. Heh.

I like to think that
I'm the Michael Douglas

to his Karl Malden,
on the streets of D.C.

[JEN TALKING OVER TONY]

Thank you, everybody.
That concludes our award ceremony.

- Thank you.
- Gibbs thanks you. Thank you.

[APPLAUSE]

Is this on? I have a speech. I didn't--

I wrote a whole...

Whole thing.

Gibbs.

Where are you?

[WHISPERS]
I'm right behind you.

I really hate it when you do that.

Tony has your award.

- He can keep it.
- Hm.

Some things never change,
do they, Jethro?

Depends on your definition
of change.

My definition?

I expect you to be there the next time
I'm handing you an award.

DiNozzo didn't tell you?
I'm working a case.

- Oh. Alone in my office?
- It's high-profile, Jen.

I thought you'd wanna hear about it
before it hits the news.

- I'm listening.
- Well...

- There's a dead celebrity at Quantico.
- Who?

- Some woman named Taylor Shane.
- The supermodel?

Found her hanging from an OCS
security fence this morning.

- Then why aren't you there?
- I just got the call five minutes ago.

Oh, and the award ceremony
started 30 minutes ago.

Well, I like to get a head start
on things. I'll keep you informed.

Jethro, the press is gonna be
all over this one.

I'd appreciate it
if you could go easy on them.

Telling me how
to do my job, director?

No, just reiterating
your previous point.

- Which was...?
- I know you.

[DOOR CLOSES]

Break out the gear.

[MEN TALKING INDISTINCTLY]

Boot Camp Babes
is a real TV show?

Reality TV at its finest.
Three hot, rich babes

- learning what's truly important in life.
- Defending their country.

No, firing machine guns
while wearing bikinis.

Think I like your reason better, Ziva.

Your Marine Corps would actually
allow these models to serve?

Well, they're not joining for real.

It's a stunt.
It's kind of like The Simple Life.

- The Simple Life?
- Yeah, that show about Paris Hilton.

I've never heard of it.
But I've been there a few times.

I wouldn't mind spending
a night there myself.

Oh, you have no idea.
I often dream about it.

Really?

What?

Just trying to picture
Paris and you together.

Don't get your hopes up.
I'm not attracted to blonds.

Whoa.

McGEE:
This is bad.

Gibbs is gonna go
completely and utterly ape--

[REPORTERS CLAMOURING]

[CAMERAS CLICKING]

What is the official word
on Taylor Shane's cause of death?

- Like I said, I just got here.
- What condition was her body in?

- I just got here. I haven't--
- What about the other girls?

How are the girls handling it?
How are they handling it?

Ah.

- Okay, that's it. Interview's over.
- I'm sorry. It was an accident.

I don't care.

- Sergeant, secure the area.
- Special Agent Gibbs.

PALMER:
Wow, she really was beautiful.

She still is, Mr. Palmer.

She's been dead
at least five hours, Jethro.

I'm more interested
in how she got that way.

Well, her body is covered
with these lacerations.

None of them appear to be fatal.

We'll know more
when we get her back.

Um...
I'll just go get the gurney now.

- Who moved the body?
- I did, sir.

Didn't think it was right, them taking
pictures of Taylor hanging on the wire.

You have any crime-scene experience,
Staff Sergeant McMannis?

No, sir. But I do have
public-affairs experience.

Photos like that aren't why the Corps
agreed to support this show.

- You the liaison?
- Yes, sir.

We've been trying to contact
the producer, Thomas Crawley.

He doesn't know anything
about this yet.

- How'd she get up there?
- Looked like she was trying to climb.

But that doesn't
make any sense, sir.

If she wanted off the show,
all she had to do was ask.

It's not like this is a real boot camp.

[HELICOPTER FLYING OVERHEAD]

McGee, photos. Ziva, interview
the rest of the models. DiNozzo--

I'm pretty familiar with the show.
Maybe I should interview them.

That would work for me.
I hate models.

That so?

McGee, help Ziva. Interview them.

Any other suggestions, DiNozzo?

- No, I think I got it.
- Good.

I'm gonna need to see all the footage
that you shot on this.

You got it, sir. Postproduction office
is right over here.

Do you want me
to get their autographs, Tony?

[CHUCKLES]

Hey, probie. See if you can get them
to sign it to "the Big D."

What was she doing out there,
Hannah?

Probably just looking
for a bigger story line.

- What?
- Think about it, Nat. The big escape?

Would've made some great TV.

ZIVA:
Unfortunately, it did.

Special Agent McGee,
Officer David, NCIS.

We would like to ask you
a few questions.

- In private, please.
- Okay. Let's go.

When was the last time
you saw Ms. Shane?

- Lights out.
- Time?

Around 10:30.

Do you really believe
she did this as a stunt?

I don't know. Taylor would do anything
for more camera time.

Hannah, she's dead, okay?
Stop being a bitch.

The cameras are off, Natalie.

You can stop pretending
you cared about her.

Hmm. You didn't get along.

We're supermodels, honey.
We don't have to get along.

On the show, you three
seem like such good friends.

[CHUCKLES]

They shoot us 24 hours a day,
Agent McGee.

You only get to see 23 minutes of it.

[CAMERA CLICKS]

Just about done here.
Thought I'd check on the team.

You're riding with the body. Make sure
those reporters don't follow you.

- How am I supposed to--?
- Improvise.

- Give me the keys. I'm driving.
DUCKY: Tony.

Thanks, Ducky.

HANNAH:
Anything else we can help you with?

Some hair tips
for your girlfriend here?

Uh--
No, I think that about covers it.

But if you can remember anything else
that might help, please give us a call.

It's called a business card.

Maybe you can have
one of the Marines read it to you.

No bones broken,
no major arteries severed.

And take a look at the tox screen.

No, her death was not the result
of tangling with the razor wire.

- Phencyclidine. Angel dust.
- Yeah.

An overdose of PCP drove
that poor girl flailing into that fence.

She had a seizure,
fell into a coma and died.

- Accidental overdose?
- I doubt it.

She had enough PCP in her system
to kill a small water buffalo.

- Water buffalo?
- I tire of saying "small horse."

I'm afraid our young model
might have committed suicide.

- We don't investigate suicides, Duck.
- No.

- We don't investigate suicides?
- Technically, no.

But even the most obvious suicide
is investigated by NCIS as a murder.

On a Marine base
surrounded by cameras?

Yes.

The stuff good mysteries
are made of, Mr. Palmer.

[CHUCKLES]

[OVER TV]
The incident shocked

the entertainment industry
and the nation.

The sudden and gruesome death

of supermodel and recent reality star
Taylor Shane.

The 25-year-old was found at
approximately 6: 10 yesterday morning

hanging atop a barrier fence
at the Quantico Marine Base.

Shane was at Quantico participating
in hit reality show Boot Camp Babes.

I'll just fast-forward to the good part.

[TAPE FAST FORWARDING]

Special Agent Gibbs, is the
Marine Corps attempting to cover up

- how Taylor Shane died?
- Interview's over.

- But people have a right to know.
GIBBS: I don't care.

What were you thinking?

Give me a break.
I wasn't even asked that question.

You're saying
they did a hatchet job on you?

Yeah. Are you saying
you don't believe me?

You were wrong the other day.
Some things do change.

Part of our job is to make sure that
they don't creatively edit our interviews.

No, that's maybe your job, director.
My job is to catch dirtbags.

The Marine Corps does not need
any more bad publicity at this moment.

Supporting something
called Boot Camp Babes?

What did they think
was gonna happen?

The intention of the show
was to represent

that the Marines
could be a life-changing experience.

Maybe in season two.
Are we done here yet?

I have a dead girl downstairs
and an investigation to run.

I've got an entire agency to run,
and sound bites like these do not help

when the budget's under review, or
maybe you'd like to go back to the days

when we had to buy our own ammo
to train on the range?

You want me to help fix this?
Then get me that reporter's number.

You're going to apologise?

No. Ask her to dinner.

[SIGHS]

TONY: There's Ducky. Ducky looks
good. There's the autopsy gremlin.

There it is. Right there.
That's my jacket.

Oh-ho, that's McGee's jacket.

I didn't make a single broadcast.

I wish I could say the same.

The camera must've added
about ten pounds to me.

Actually, that was your refrigerator,
probie.

You think Gibbs watched
the news last night?

I know the director did.

He's been up in her office
for the past half an hour.

Hm. Anyone else think they were more
than just partners back in the day?

[TONY LAUGHS]

Hi, boss. We're just talking
about Cagney & Lacey.

It's a real good show.

- What do we got?
- Taylor Shane

checked into the Los Angeles
Better Health Center

in August of '02
and then again in May of '03.

Publicist said
it was an eating disorder.

But the truth is it was heroin,
cocaine and--

- PCP.
- Bingo, boss.

Friends have given several interviews
over the years.

They blame her drug problem mostly
on the boytriend, Noah Keller,

son of Marshall Keller.

Ooh. That guy owns
half of Manhattan.

His kids are loaded too.

Well, this kid was arrested
for possession of illegal narcotics

three times in the last five years.
Twice for cocaine, once for PCP.

- Find him.
- Already on it.

That executive show guy, Crawley,
he got back last night?

- The term is executive producer.
- Whatever. Interview him.

I wanna know how this girl
did a fistful of PCP

in the middle of his reality show.

That guy dates supermodels?

They're shallow, he's wealthy.
Perfect match.

Isn't your family wealthy?

That's different.

- Why?
- My dad cut me off when I was 12.

I had to earn all my dates
the old-fashioned way.

Begging?

Abs, got some good news for you.
I talked to the director.

Your new assistant starts Monday.

No, Gibbs. No.
I can't go through that again, that--

- That is so not funny.
- No?

- No.
- It was to me, kind of.

Here you go. Where are we?

Well, I know why no one heard
Taylor screaming

when she was in the wire
the other night.

Two 300-car trains passed
by OCS the same time she died.

I doubt anyone
could've heard anything.

- You on a new diet, Abs?
- No. According to Ducky,

there were no signs
of intravenous drug use on the body,

- and no traces of PCP in the lungs.
- She took it orally.

But there were also no traces
of the binders and chemicals

you would find
when something's taken by pill.

- I guess that's what all this is about.
- You'd be guessing right.

There were traces of PCP
in her stomach.

There was also dextrose,
ferrous sulfate, riboflavin

and other chemicals consistent
with these delectable pastries.

- Which one?
- I've been trying to find out.

It's kind of fun.
It reminds me of Bill Nye.

- Who?
- Bill Nye, the Science Guy.

- Wacky scientist with a kid's show?
- Oh, it's like Mr. Wizard.

Who?

- Never mind.
- So anyways, Bill Nye did an episode

where he broke down the molecular
structure ofjunk food.

Same thing I did today,
only Bill Nye was trying to get kids

to eat healthier, and his pastries
weren't laced with PCP.

- Although Bill Nye once--
- Abby, the case?

Two things I know.
One, I like cream filling.

And two, her last meal was this.

I think we're looking at
death by Klowny Kake.

That's good work, Abs.

Taylor got along with everyone,
Hannah.

Everyone but you.

Your point is, staff sergeant?

She committed suicide for a reason.
I wanna know why.

How the hell would I know?

You've been abusing her on and off
camera for the past two months.

Oh, so it's my fault
she decided to off herself?

I wanna know what happened
in this room last night.

Well, let's see.

I went to bed.

Natalie probably snuck off two or three
times to the bathroom to throw up.

And Taylor, well,

she apparently decided to hang herself
from a barbed-wire fence.

Anything else I can help you with,
staff sergeant?

You're a real piece of work,
Bressling.

[DOOR OPENS]

Get out of my sight.
I'll see you at the pull-up bars.

With pleasure.

Is this a bad time, staff sergeant?

No, ma'am. I'm just counting the days
till this reality show is off of my base.

We need to speak
with Thomas Crawley.

So do I, sir.

He's asked not to be disturbed.

A girl died from a drug overdose
while taping the show.

Disturbing him
is not our primary concern.

Taylor overdosed?

- On what?
- PCP. A lot of it.

That's why she tried to climb
that fence? She was on drugs?

She was most likely delusional.

Perhaps she thought
someone was chasing her.

You know how she got the drugs,
staff sergeant?

No, sir. I know she had
some problems in the past,

if anything, she was anti-drugs.

Hell, she wouldn't even
take an aspirin.

- Where's Crawley, staff sergeant?
- His office. It's just outside that door.

[DOOR OPENS]

Mr. Crawley.

Ahem. Mr. Crawley.

I'm sorry.

Please.
I was thinking about my daughter.

Her death just...

Taylor Shane was your daughter?

I became her legal guardian
when she was 15.

We've been through
a lot together, but--

Were you aware
that she had a drug problem?

Taylor's been clean and sober
for over two years now.

- She OD'd on PCP.
- No, no. There's no way.

She would never go
through that again.

Statistically,
addicts fall back in times of stress.

Meaning Marine boot camp probably
wasn't the best environment for her.

This entire reality series
was Taylor's idea.

I've never seen her happier.
She loved it here.

- How did she get the drugs?
- She didn't.

The whole point of the show was to
show that she wasn't that girl anymore.

Well, I'd say it backfired. Large time.

It's "bigtime."

McMANNIS:
Get up!

[HANNAH GRUNTS]

McMANNIS:
Let's go. Move.

Come on,
show me what you're made of.

[MODELS GRUNTING]

Come on, now. Just two more.

I can't do any more.

What did I tell you
about the word "can't," Bressling?

[PANTING]

Taylor's the only one who took
any of this Marine stuff seriously.

But you knew that, right, sarge?

- Get the cameras out of here.
- Yes, sir. Pack it up.

Was he here?

[MARINES SHOUTING
INDISTINCTLY]

Answer me, Hannah.

You're hurting her arm, sir.

My daughter's dead, staff sergeant.

If she's responsible,
I'll do more than that.

Hey, no one's doing anything
around here but calming down.

- Who is "he"?
- Noah Keller, Taylor's ex.

- Noah Keller, he was here?
- Couple of days ago. Big deal.

- Did you know this?
- No, sir.

Staff sergeant, can you take
Mr. Crawley for a walk?

We need to talk to the girls alone.

- Let NCIS handle this.
- I'll talk to you when they're done.

We'll be here. We don't wrap
for another three days.

- Is that Berry Mango Madness?
- Yes.

We haven't had anything
but Marine food since we got here.

- I'll give you 100 bucks for it.
- It's not for sale.

It's free. Just like love.

[TONY LAUGHS]

I'm a big fan of the show.
You guys are really beautiful and great.

- The show is excellent.
- Thanks, cutie.

[CHUCKLES]

Why didn't you tell me that
Taylor's boytriend had visited her?

She made us promise
not to say anything.

You know, she's dead,
so I don't think she'll mind.

You saw the way Tom reacted.

He hates Noah.
He blames him for Taylor's drug habit.

Was she using while she was here?

Considering
we're in a Marine boot camp? No.

None of us have used any drugs.

Noah just came to talk to her.

They were having
some relationship problems.

Taylor thought he was using again.

- What?
- Well, it just makes sense.

Someone gave her enough PCP
to kill the three of you.

McGEE: When was the last time
you heard from Mr. Keller?

- Hang up the phone, McGee.
- Boss, I got Noah Keller's accountant.

He's at the Cranston Motel
in Triangle, Virginia,

right outside the main gate
of Quantico.

- How'd you track him down?
- I got a call from the president.

His Amex records
were in the fax machine, McGee.

- Come on.
- I specifically told her to e-mail those.

[TIRES SQUEALING]

[TIRES SCREECHING]

Millions of dollars,
a supermodel girlfriend,

and this is where he stays.

Well, he showed up in style.

[CELL PHONE RINGS]

- I would've rather slept in the car.
- That one.

- Yeah, Gibbs.
TONY [OVER PHONE]: Boss.

Noah Keller was in Quantico
the day before Taylor Shane died.

[KNOCKING ON DOOR]

Yeah. I see him now, DiNozzo.

Don't bother, McGee.

A young person's death
is never easy, McGee.

But two in 24 hours,
and both self-inflicted. Well, that's...

[SIREN WAILING]

- ...tragic.
- He got off easy, Duck.

The drugs he gave his girlfriend
had her thrashing herself to death

in a barbed-wire fence.

These people can have everything,
and this is how they end up?

DUCKY:
Well, wealth and fame

have often gone hand in hand
with fatal addiction.

- Edgar Allen Poe, Keith Moon.
- Kurt Cobain.

Yeah, the list goes on and on.

No, this one's been dead
about 24 hours, Jethro.

Well, that means he offed himself
the same night his girlfriend OD'd.

The froth around the mouth suggests
a breakdown of the nervous system.

PCP?

Yeah, possible, but not probable.
Look.

Pinpoint pupils, blue discoloration
around the fingernails.

No, I'd say his death
was the result of diacetylmorphine.

GIBBS:
Heroin?

DUCKY: Yeah.
- I would say you're right, Ducky.

That a suicide note?

Not exactly.

"It's time for us to realise that this
just isn't meant to be.

Please know that it was never
my intention to hurt you.

I will always remember
the great times we've had."

This is a Dear John letter.

Postmarked six days ago
from Quantico post office.

Handwriting checks out.

JEN:
Taylor Shane sent it.

Yeah. Noah Keller came by
to chat about it.

Very Romeo and Juliet.

Except for the part where he feeds her
a toxic Klowny Kake and offs himself.

This must've been a very difficult
letter for her to write.

Probably harder for him to read.

No one likes getting dumped
by postal express.

Maybe he didn't listen.

Relationships change. Some people
don't know when to let go.

I have to brief the C.G. of Quantico
first thing in the morning on this,

I'd like you to be there
when I do that.

Negative, Jen. All we have
is circumstantial evidence so far.

We don't even have anything to tie
the two deaths together yet.

I can't call the general
and tell him we have nothing.

You can always write him a letter.

Abby.

Abs?

- Ta-da!
- Ah!

[CHUCKLES]

They're for you.

Oh.

They're really black.

- Really, really black.
- It's pretty cool, huh?

Yeah.

- "Get well soon"?
- They didn't have a card that said:

"Sorry I almost sent you to prison"
at the flower shop.

Almost?
You actually did send me to prison.

Well, not for good.

[CHUCKLES]
Abby.

I don't know what to say,
Abby, these--

Just say that you don't hate me.

I could never hate you.

I don't think anyone
could ever hate you.

Oh, you don't know Billy Bob.

- You gave him black roses?
- No. I gave him two black eyes.

He tried to run over me
with a Harley Fat Boy

when I was sleeping
in the living room.

A guy rode a motorcycle
through your living room?

Yeah. No.
Well, it was his living room, my Harley.

Billy Bob had intimacy issues.

Don't forget to water them,
or they'll die.

I thought they already were dead.

JIMMY [READS]:
"Laugh now, cry later."

That's an interesting concept,
Mr. Palmer.

Unfortunately for our guest here,
the laughter has ended.

My friend who went to NYU said this
guy was the club king of New York.

He was almost legendary.

Well, if he wasn't before,
he most certainly is now.

And apparently, he only hung out
with models and A-list celebrities.

This guy got the VIP treatment
everywhere he went.

GIBBS: You writing a gossip column,
Palmer?

Oh, I was just informing Dr. Mallard
that he'd-- We-- I--

- Talk to me, Duck.
- Our initial assumptions

were far from correct.

When I examined him just now,
I found fresh bruises

on his upper back, the left shoulder.

The x-rays indicated a severe fracture
of the left scapula and a clavicle

- that was almost completely crushed.
GIBBS: He was in a fight?

Injuries of that nature, his left arm
would be completely useless.

Someone else shot him up.

Well, Abby's tox screen
showed that Mr. Keller

had a blood alcohol level of 0.34.

His heart was pumping so slowly

that most of the heroin
was never even metabolized.

He was passed out.

Yes, I'm afraid our young man
was unconscious

when the drug was administered.

[ZIVA LAUGHING]

From Abby?

[SIGHS]

I thought this show
was just mindless entertainment.

It's called research, Tony.
And I'm merely looking for a lead.

Well, this is only the beginning.

Before you know it,
you'll be sitting at home

eating a large box of chocolates,

watching the Food Network
on your 50-inch plasma.

We're not all so easily corrupted.
Take McGee, for example.

He's been raised in America
his entire life,

and he rarely turns the television on.
Tell him, McGee.

Yeah, tell him, McGee.

Hm. Well, depends
what you consider rarely.

I might watch 20 minutes
here or there.

Tell her what you do
the rest of the time, heh, probie.

That's not TV.

He pretends to be a fairy
in an online computer game.

It's an elf lord.

Whatever.

Keller didn't commit suicide,
he was murdered.

[PHONE RINGS]

What the hell are you two doing?
Find out why.

TONY:
Hey, I gotta call you back.

Boss, I think
I might have something.

Are you waiting for me to guess,
Elf Lord?

[SNORTS]

No, sorry. I was searching through
Noah Keller's cell-phone records.

The night he died,
he received three calls.

Two were from his business manager,
the other was from Hannah Bressling.

HANNAH:
I've known Noah since high school.

We used to sneak into the Limelight,
like, every weekend.

- Limelight, that's that club in Chelsea.
- Yeah, you've been?

Actually, no, I...

I saw it on Wild On.

[CHUCKLES SOFTLY]

Sounded like it was
a pretty exclusive place.

Even as a kid, Noah seemed to know
all the right people.

I don't think he waited in line
his entire life.

Money tends to open doors.

No, he didn't use his dad's money
as a crutch.

Really?

Yeah, everyone always assumed
he was popular

only because he was rich, and that
that was the reason he dated models.

I'm sure it didn't hurt.

No, women liked Noah because
he was charismatic and interesting.

I mean, most guys that come
from money are womanizers

whose life revolves around their car.

Were you and Noah Keller
ever an item?

We dated on and off
for a couple years,

but we sort of lost touch
when he hooked up with Taylor.

When did he get involved
with drugs?

People say he got her started,
but it's not true.

They both made that leap together.

Did you speak to him
when he came to see Taylor?

No. He was drunk and really upset.

But I called him later that night
just to make sure that he was safe.

I just can't imagine why anyone
would've wanted to hurt him.

GIBBS:
What are you doing?

I just stopped by to drop you
something off, Jethro.

Looked to me like
you were playing agent.

I left you four messages today.

Really?

I only got three.

Keller's death was a murder,
not suicide.

That's something
I should probably know.

It sounds like you do.

This case is getting more attention
by the hour.

I trust that you will keep me
informed?

Trust is a two-way street.

What are you saying, Jethro?
You don't trust me?

[INDISTINCT VOICES ECHOING]

[SIREN WAILING]

Of course, I trust you.

Is that all?

For now.

ZIVA:
I can save you the trouble.

On today's Channel 6 News,
per Director Shepard's demands,

Cynthia Sanchez issued a retraction
on Monday's story.

She was also forced
to issue a public apology

to one Leroy Jethro Gibbs.

Our director has friends
in high places, yes?

Something I can do for you,
Officer David?

Abby needs to see you.
Said she found something.

I looked through all
the Boot Camp Babe footage

from the night Taylor Shane died.
She was nowhere to be seen.

She knew where the cameras
were placed, knew how to avoid them.

Not all of them.
A few minutes ago, I found this.

It's from a Quantico security camera
placed on top of the mess hall.

This video was taken about two hours
before Taylor Shane died.

I presume not many people stroll
around Quantico at 1 a.m.

- Can you zoom in?
- My new enhancement program

is booting up as we speak.

I've been waiting for the chance
to bust out this bad boy.

This should clear it up a bit.

Taylor was with
Staff Sergeant McMannis?

ZIVA:
When's Gibbs planning on starting?

TONY: This is one of his techniques.
ZIVA: Really?

Leaves the guy alone
in a cold, dimly lit room.

And then, just as the guy
starts to zone out,

he bursts in the door and rifles off
some questions.

I call it "rock the baby."

[CHUCKLES]

I see. And does it work?

Just watch.

In a few moments,
that door is gonna fly open

and this big, bad Marine
is gonna jump like a little girl.

[GASPS]

[DOOR CLOSES]

- What the hell's with you, DiNozzo?
- B-- Uh--

I was just telling Ziva
about your interrogation techniques.

I'm not interrogating McMannis.
You are.

Ooh.

Thanks, boss. I could've used
a little more prep time, but that's--

I'm not talking to you, DiNozzo.

He is all yours, Officer David.

You are aware that I've never
performed an interrogation

without inflicting some sort of pain?

[DOOR OPENS]

This footage was pulled
from a Quantico security camera.

It was taken at 0117

the morning Taylor Shane
was murdered.

Interesting technique.

She doesn't wanna tempt herself.

Tell me what you know,
staff sergeant.

Okay if I dip, ma'am?

[BANGING]

Promised Taylor I'd quit.

We're both addicted to nicotine.

Ah. Supermodel who spits tobacco?

She smoked.

But it's against the rules
at boot camp.

So you supplied her
with your snuff there?

[SIGHS]

- Yes, ma'am.
- Mm-hm.

And junk food?

[SIGHS]

- Sometimes.
- And the midnight walks?

You did that with every girl,
staff sergeant?

No, just Taylor.

We didn't want anybody to find out
about us until the show ended.

Find out what?

That we were in love, ma'am.

Whew. This is the worst defence
imaginable.

[ZIVA AND McMANNIS
TALKING INDISTINCTLY]

The idea of a supermodel

- falling in love with a guy like this.
- Okay, why's that?

Well, it's absolutely ridiculous,
you know?

Supermodels date guys
like George Clooney,

or guys with George Clooney's
bank account,

or, of course,
the actual George Clooney,

but not guys like this.
They don't date guys like this.

- Definitely not guys like this.
- Meaning Marines, DiNozzo?

No, I didn't say that.
I mean, I would never say that.

[CELL PHONE RINGS]

[CHUCKLES]
He thought I meant Marines.

Yeah, Gibbs.

ABBY [OVER PHONE]:
I've got something for you.

I'll be right there.
Abby's got something.

[DOOR OPENS THEN CLOSES]

Hey. You were a lot of help.

Taylor was nothing like her reputation.
She was normal, like a regular girl.

I know it sounds weird, but I fell in love
with her the moment I met her.

And she felt the same way?

We were gonna get married
once the show ended.

She was done with modelling.
She was sick of the whole lifestyle.

The reason you failed to mention

you were with her
a few hours before she died?

[EXHALES HEAVILY]

Who'd have believed me, ma'am?

[BREATHING HEAVILY]

Hell, it was my life.

Barely believe it myself.

I believe you.

You do?

So I'm free to go?

No.

I think we will charge you
with murder instead.

But you said
you believed me, ma'am.

I would never, ever have done
anything to hurt her.

What about the man who supplied
the drugs that killed her?

Noah Keller?

Ahh.

Answer the question, staff sergeant.

[BREATHING HEAVILY]

I'm not feeling too well, ma'am.

This is the final wardrobe
of Taylor Shane.

- I couldn't imagine a worse way to go.
- I could.

She planted herself
on a barbed-wire fence.

What could possibly be worse?

My top three are falling
into a wood chipper,

drowning in lava
and being eaten by a shark.

- I'm guessing you thought about this.
- On and off for the last 25 years.

I read a statistic says you're more likely
to be struck by lightning

than attacked by a shark.

Not if you're a seal.

- What do we have?
- I broke down the origin

of each and every stain
on Taylor's clothes.

- Most were blood, mud, rust, sweat.
- Most?

Yes. This stain here, under the collar,
has traces of PCP

mixed with formaldehyde, sodium
and nicotine.

- Tobacco.
- Yep.

The PCP wasn't laced
in the Klowny Kake.

It was laced in this.

[BREATHING HEAVILY]

Are you sure you don't want
some more water, staff sergeant?

- I have to leave here now.
- Sit down, staff sergeant.

What are you doing to me?

[DOOR OPENS]

I believe Officer David
asked you to sit down.

You did this to me.
You're trying to destroy me!

[YELLING]

[TONY GRUNTS]

[YELLING]

[INDISTINCT YELLING
AND GRUNTING]

[McMANNIS YELLS]

[CRYING]

- Guy just went crazy, boss.
- He's OD'ing on PCP.

GIBBS: Get a medical team in here.
- Ah!

Where'd you get
the chew, sergeant?

- Sergeant!
- From the show.

[HANDCUFFS CLINKING]

- What's happening to me, sir?
- You've been drugged.

But you'll be all right now.

Hush.

This is what I would call
some serious snuff.

The staff sergeant's chew was laced
with 400 milligrams of PCP.

A typical hit for a user would be
between seven and ten milligrams.

I knew that dude couldn't have
taken me if he wasn't juiced.

What are his chances, Abby?

It depends on how much
PCP he ingested.

How long was he dipping?

That long, huh?

Let's hope he has better luck
than Taylor Shane.

Okay, great. Thank you.

Staff Sergeant McMannis
is stable at Bethesda.

- Still in critical condition.
- Any prints?

I was able to lift two latent prints.

One matches
Staff Sergeant McMannis.

- And the other?
ABBY: No owner yet.

But it does match a print lifted
from Noah Keller's syringe.

Whoever killed Taylor killed Keller.

What's that for?

- It's a fingerprint kit.
- Why?

Someone tried to kill
Staff Sergeant McMannis today.

His chewing tobacco
was laced with PCP.

Whoever did it
left a print on the can.

The same person who murdered
Taylor Shane and Noah Keller.

- Whoa, you think it was one of us?
- Oh, we know it was one of you.

You were jealous of her, Hannah.

You introduced her to Keller.

Me, jealous of a crackhead?
Please, Tom, you're stretching it a bit.

But why would we?
That doesn't make any sense.

Taylor Shane was in love
with the staff sergeant.

[LAUGHS]

Yeah, right. You've got to be joking.

Ha-ha-ha.
No, we're not.

Well, then, fingerprint away,
sweetheart. It wasn't me.

We don't need it.
They're in your arrest record.

From the time you beat up your
assistant with your phone, I believe.

Well, it wasn't me.

Nope. We've got yours too.

Yes, remember that time you drove
your SUV

through the front of the Limelight?

Whoa. What is this?

I loved Taylor.

I'm not giving you permission
to take my fingerprints.

I'm gonna talk to my lawyer first.

We don't need anybody's permission.
You're under arrest for murder.

You didn't want her to give up
her career to marry a Marine,

but you couldn't stop her.

Too bad she was addicted
to nicotine too.

You killed your own daughter?

It was an accident!
What was I supposed to do?

She was gonna throw her life away,
be some--

Be some jarhead's housewife.

Thanks, Tom.

[DOOR OPENS]

What's so funny, honey?

The ratings on this one
will really be through the roof.

[CHUCKLES]

Ziva, no. No, no, no.

- You really find her attractive?
- Oh, yeah.

Well, I want to shoot her.

Tony, it's a matter of opinion.
How can it be wrong?

Exactly. It's a matter of you
having the wrong opinion.

Ugh. Why don't you two
agree to disagree?

McGEE:
I don't agree to that.

Boss, the director's new hair,
you like the way she cut it? Short?

She cut her hair?

Never mind.

[SIGHS]

I don't suppose you want this.

I'll get rid of it.

Go home, DiNozzo. It's late.

Yeah, I'm just finishing up
a couple things.

Your flowers are dead.

[CHUCKLES]

[SNIFFS THEN SNEEZES]