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Lieutenant Lara Hill.

Stop number 46
on the Boredom Express.

Cheer up. This could be fun.

If I wanted to knock on doors all day,
I would have joined UPS.

Trust me, brown
is not your most flattering colour.

You're actually enjoying this,
aren't you?

We're looking for a mole
in the Pentagon, Tony.

Espionage just so happens
to be one of my specialities.

We're interviewing code geeks.

- They're not sure there is a mole.
- Don't you find it a bit coincidental

that every time the Navy breaks
a Venezuelan code,

it changes almost instantly?

[TONY YAWNS]

All right. I'm trying the back door.

Relax, Ziva David.

We're dealing with a Naval officer.
Not Dr. Evil.

Well, she didn't show up
for work or her interview with us.

No one's been able
to reach her by phone.

- She probably overslept.
- I believe in being prepared.

So do Boy Scouts.

Why didn't you bring
Webelos McGee with you?

I tried.

He was busy.

I've got an idea.

How about if I shove you
right through here, huh?

[GROWLS]

[LAUGHING]

Don't tell me you're afraid
of a little pussy cat, Tony?

TONY:
Looks like blood.

I knew something was wrong
the minute I got out of the car, probie.

Instinct. Pure and simple.

- You either you got it or you don't.
- Yeah, well I heard you squealed

like a little squirrel
when the cat jumped out at you.

I was saving this for Ziva,
but since you volunteered.

Find the little beast.
Got blood on his paws. It's evidence.

- I'm allergic to cats.
- Oh, I'm sorry. I had no idea.

Try holding your breath.

DUCKY: Our lieutenant suffered
from a single gunshot wound,

Jethro, to the right temple.

[CAMERA CLICKING]

- Through and through.
- Yeah.

Impacted here.

Round's still in the book, Duck.

- Sadly, one less reader in the world.
- Who committed suicide.

Or maybe she was just cleaning
her gun too close to her head.

GIBBS: DiNozzo.
- NCIS investigates all suicides

- as homicides until proven otherwise.
- Got it.

- TOD, Duck?
- Nine, 9:30 this morning.

What time was her interview
scheduled for today?

- 1000.
ZIVA: Gibbs.

Found it
taped underneath the bureau.

Hundreds and fifties.

Nonsequential.
Maybe 50, 60 grand.

Looks like we found our mole, boss.

Knew she was cornered,
no way out.

- NCIS closing in.
- She could have run, Tony.

Suicide is only for when you know
you're going to be captured.

For you, maybe. This doesn't
exactly look like the bedroom

of a hard-core
super-secret agent chick.

I have stuffed animals.

[TO Y SQUEAKING]

- Okay, I was 12. But still, I mean--
- She could have been coerced.

- To be a mole?
- He means to kill herself.

I mean both, DiNozzo.

How many suicides you know make
their beds before they off themselves?

Want me to inform Hill's
command about her death, boss?

- Nope.
- He wants to tell them himself.

- That way he can gauge the response.
- DiNozzo.

On your six, boss.

Get the couch, bookcase
and carpets to Abby.

Oh, on it.

- McGee.
- Yeah, boss.

[McGEE GRUNTING]

[MEOW]

[McGEE SNEEZES]

He's really quick, boss.

All right, I'll hold. McGee,
you go that way. I'll go this way.

We'll corner the guy. You've gotta be
very careful with animals.

They're tricky.

Hey.

Or you could just do that.

With me.
We're going to the Pentagon.

- Cryptology unit?
- I need you to translate.

He needs you to speak
the geek for him, McGee.

GIBBS:
DiNozzo, find a home for that thing.

[CAT GROWLS]

[ZIVA MEOWS]

MAN:
Sir.

DORN: Agent Gibbs. I understand
you've got an investigation to run,

but I'd appreciate a courtesy call

before you show up here
to interview any more of my people.

We're not here to interview
your people today, Captain Dorn.

- What happened?
- Lieutenant Hill.

Well, what? She didn't show up
for her interview at NCIS today?

- Nope.
DORN: If she's running late,

- I can tell you there's a good reason.
- We know the reason.

She's dead.

- How?
- Appears to be suicide.

Let's continue this conversation
in my office.

These cryptographers,
they're not like us.

Their lives are about patterns
and numbers.

Tell you the truth,
I don't understand half of it.

But they're tightly wound,
and Lt. Hill was no different.

You're saying she was suicidal?

DORN:
I'm saying that she was withdrawn.

She was socially awkward,
had obsessive-compulsive traits.

Well, none of that
was in her medical record.

DORN:
No, and it wouldn't be.

These people are recruited
based on their abilities

and sometimes it's a thin line
between genius and--

Insanity.

DORN: Look, a lot of these people
tend to be naturally paranoid

and this mole hunt hasn't helped.
My entire section's on edge.

They should be.

If there's a leak,
I am telling you right now,

it is not coming from my people.

We found $60,000 hidden
in Lieutenant Hill's home.

She ended up dead instead of
attending the interview she had today.

What does that tell you?

DORN: Lieutenant Hall?
HALL [OVER INTERCOM]: Sir?

We are now in lockdown.
I want all the work secured

and the section restricted
to quarters until further notice.

Yes, sir.

HALL [OVER PA]: Attention!
Initiate emergency plan Alpha.

Shut down your systems
and secure classified material.

When complete,
report to your quarters

until further notice.

Okay.

What now?

TONY:
Hey, buddy.

Look what I got.

Who found your favourite
little carrot toy?

Come here. Come here. Okay.

Here's a carrot. Yeah.

Good kitty.

[CAT GROWLS]

[MEN LAUGHING]

You think that's funny,
probies? Huh?

Getting a chuckle back here
in the peanut gallery? Is that it?

Wanna know how that blood
got there?

You think that's funny?
I'll tell you how it got there.

Garfield, over there.

We found that animal
feasting on this woman's face.

Dr. Mallard
thinks that this kitty-cat is rabid.

Me?

I'm of the opinion
that it's a man-eater.

It likes the taste of human flesh.
It starts with the cheeks.

Then it moves to the lips.
The soft bits.

Then it works on the tongue
a little bit until it's just a little nub.

A lot of blood in the tongue.
A geyser of blood

spewing from this
poor woman's maw.

Get a kick out of this now?
You think this is funny, chucklehead?

That's what it was feasting on
when we found it.

- It took four tranquilizers--
- That's very dramatic, Tony.

Can we get back to work now?

You heard the lady, probies.

And careful with that,
because it is evidence.

[LAUGHS]

I never get tired of it.

- What'd you find?
- Neighbours were at work.

The woman next door, she was there
but she didn't hear anything.

Wish I had a neighbour like that.

Old bat that lives next to me
complains every time I bring a date.

- Wanna know why?
- Shouting of, "No means no!"?

That's a good one,
but not even close.

I was actually kidding.

I have the same problem
at my place, Tony.

Really? You have
a surround-sound system too?

No. I'm what you Americans
like to call a "screamer," yes?

MAN:
Oh.

[PHONE RINGS]

TONY: Answer it.
- Well, what do you want me to say?

I don't know. Scream something.

HILL [ON RECORDING]:
This is Lara. Leave a message.

BOB [ON PHONE]: Hi, Miss Hill.
This is Bob calling with a special offer.

Hello, this is Special Agent
Anthony DiNozzo.

You've called a crime scene.
We're wiretapping this phone,

so please be advised
that we will be contacting you

- at your home.
- My home?

Any time, day or night.
Probably the weekend,

- early in the morning.
- Uh--

That was fun. Telemarketers.

You can't escape them
even when you're dead.

Speaking about escape.

TONY:
Nobody move.

DUCKY: To assume is to make an
enemy of exactitude, Mr. Palmer.

Because it makes an
ass out of you and me.

Is this the best time
for an attempt at humour?

No.

We must strive for excellence,
Mr. Palmer.

[CAMERA CLICKING]

- Go the extra mile.
- I understand.

DUCKY:
Do you, now? Well, that's good.

[CAMERA CLICKS]

What exactly was
your assumption?

Well, the instant gunshot
residue test came back positive.

- Yeah.
- She had a pistol in her hand.

[CAMERA CLICKING]

She has a hole in her head.

It would seem reasonable
to conclude suicide, sir.

There's nothing reasonable
about a lovely young girl like this

taking her life
in such a grotesque fashion.

It's true firearms are the most common
instrument of suicide.

However, women tend to avoid
the proximity of the face

when pulling the trigger.

Vanity, Mr. Palmer.

Simple vanity.

[CAMERA CLICKS]

We're not finished
with the external exam, are we, sir?

Well, you're not.

You're so sure
that the cause of death was suicide.

Why don't you work out
how you would prove it?

You want me to--?

Finish the external exam.
Clean, measure, you know, the usual.

You think you can do that?

Absolutely, doctor.

Then work through the procedure,
item by item.

- Make whatever notes you can.
- Right.

- Thank you, doctor.
- Have her ready for autopsy.

- Two o'clock, tomorrow.
- Yeah.

- That's why I never had pets.
- You've never had any pets?

TONY: Well, I had Sea-Monkeys once.
- What's a Sea-Monkey?

Basically, brine shrimp
swimming around in green water.

- I know, I thought the same thing.
- What happened to them?

My mother got their sea castles
confused with her mint julep.

- Your mother drank your monkeys?
- It was the '70s.

- Explains a lot, DiNozzo.
TONY: Went through Hill's background.

Her phone records, credit card bills,
personal habits.

- No discernible patterns.
- Yet. She's a cryptographer, Ziva.

We could be dealing
with a real pro here, boss.

Well, DiNozzo, if she was a pro,
she wouldn't have killed herself.

McGEE: You should have heard
this guy, Abby.

Just because someone has
an aptitude for math and science,

it does not make them
some kind of suicidal freak.

A little higher, McGee.

- Is that what people think about us?
GIBBS: Ask me later, McGee.

- Oh, this better be work-related.
- Oh, it is.

And you're just in time
for the show-and-tell portion.

McGee, if you will.

So Lieutenant Hill sits down
on the couch,

puts the gun to her head and, bang.

- I said, "bang," McGee.
- Bang.

I matched the bullet found
in the book

to the Kahr 9 mm in the victim's hand.
Looks like a suicide, right?

- Except?
- When a weapon is used at this range

there's extensive blood splatter
from the exit wound.

But blowback also creates
a fine mist of blood which lands here.

Imperceptible to the human eye,

but not to the magic
of modern science.

You're still dead, McGee.

- And?
- Two steps away.

Voilå.

- Footprints.
- Exactly. Which means?

Somebody else was in the room.

TONY:
No evidence of forced entry.

No bruises or marks to show
that she was forced to pull the trigger

or unconscious when she died.

All we have is this.

Rorschach test from hell.

ZIVA:
You believe Abby may be mistaken?

Well, I believe it's gonna be tough
to prove the suicide was faked

when all you got
is two partial footprints.

She could have been drugged.
The killer could have placed the pistol

- in her hand and pulled the trigger.
- The initial tox screens were negative.

Some narcotics are hard to trace.

And as for no evidence of forced entry,
we could be dealing with an assassin.

Or she knew her killer, Ziva.
Probie, it's about time.

I'm starving like Lee Marvin.

Well, then you shouldn't have sent me
for the world's greatest barbecue.

Because I had to wait in line
for an hour.

But it will be worth it.

Welcome.

Hey, boss.

Did you want something too,
because, well,

it's just that you never order.
I can go back. I'll go back.

Sit down.

No one has earned dinner yet.

I agree, though I doubt
this qualifies as dinner.

In fact, I'm not even sure
what this is.

- A Sea-Monkey?
- Goat. I'm pretty sure it's kosher.

Maybe, but still disgusting.

There is a mole in the Pentagon
and our only lead lies dead

on a slab in Autopsy.
I want answers.

Boss, ran the serial number
on the murder weapon

found in Hill's apartment.
Just got a match.

Purchased six months ago
by this woman.

Lieutenant Keira Napleton?
We just--

Interviewed her last week.
She's in the same crypto unit as Hill.

Looks like we didn't do
such a good job.

- We'll bring her in.
- DiNozzo.

We'll bring her in now.
We'll eat dinner later.

Good goat.

I'm Special Agent Gibbs.

Keira Nap-- I mean,
Lieutenant Keira Napleton, sir.

Middle name, IngBall.

Family name on my father's side.
Most people would find it--

You're not here
because of a middle name, lieutenant.

This woman is a total turd.

- A geek, yes?
- The term is "nerd."

Whatever. I'm saying,
it's hard to picture her as a killer.

Remember the time that we Super
Glued McGeek's face to his desk?

[LAUGHS]

Yeah, that's a good point.

Am I to assume
I'm in some form of legal trouble?

I only ask because
no one has informed me

of my Article 31 rights yet, sir.

Want me to read them to you?

- Actually, I have them memorized.
- Good. That'll save time.

I was interviewed by NCIS, sir.

I am not a traitor to my country.

Hm.

GIBBS:
How about her?

You think Lara was the mole?

- Tell me about her.
- Well,

she was Catholic,
liked to play softball.

Her left leg was longer
than her right.

I'm more interested
in her being dead, lieutenant.

I don't know, sir.

Perhaps she was depressed?

Enough to blow her head off?

She--

She shot herself?

With this.
A Kahr 9 mm. Yours.

What was that doing in her house?

The real estate market,
being what it is--

And the forecasted projections
over the next--

Lieutenant!

I have orders for Norfolk, sir.

So I sold my townhouse.

Lara let me stay with her
until I shipped out.

- Convenient.
- Most people would think so,

but the commute wasn't better--

Meaning, she wasn't alone
when the trigger was pulled.

You think I was there with her?

Sir, if I was,
I would have stopped her.

Where were you?

I was at Alphonse's last night.

My boytriend.

I went straight to work
from his house.

- I don't believe it.
- She appears to be telling the truth.

No, I mean the part
about her having a boytriend.

Oh.

Come on.

I need his number and address.

I'd appreciate it
if you kept this quiet, Agent Gibbs.

My parents--

They still think I'm a virgin.

How much longer
is this gonna take, Agent McGee?

Hard to say, captain.

Agent Gibbs doesn't like
to be interrupted during interrogation.

It's almost 0200 in the morning.

GIBBS: We're just getting started
here, skipper.

Agent Gibbs, do you think
Lieutenant Napleton's the mole?

She's staying here
until we check her alibi.

Alibi? For what?

It's too soon to say.

DORN: Well, we have
another problem now.

Security may have been
compromised.

- May have?
- After you left today,

I conducted a thorough inventory
of our section.

Every piece of technology
was scrutinized.

Do you know what this is?

Yeah. It's one of those memory
doodah things for a computer.

Yeah, basically we use it
to transfer data between terminals.

At night they're checked in,
kept in a vault.

They never leave the section.
I found this today in its proper place.

The only problem is...

...someone took
the memory cartridge out.

- Who has access to the vault?
- Two people:

Lieutenant Hill
and Lieutenant Napleton.

What was on it?

Could be anything.
It holds over two gigs of information.

McGee, bag it. Get a hold
of Ziva and Tony,

- tell them we're heading out.
- I got it. Where to, boss?

To look for the other doodah that goes
inside that one.

- On it.
- Agent Gibbs, this is my fault.

I've already offered my resignation
to the admiral.

Don't fall on your sword yet,
captain. Like I said,

we're just getting started here.

That flash card could be anywhere.

If you find it, though,
try not to touch the contacts.

Mossad training does not
include food service.

McGEE: This thing hasn't
been cleaned in years.

It's a heating duct, McGee.

Nobody cleans heating ducts.
Except for you, that is.

God, it smells like
it's been here for a month.

That's exactly why
I don't have a roommate.

Roommates are never a good idea.

- Did you ever have one, boss?
- Three, McGee.

They're called wives.

[GRUNTING]

[SNORING]

[SNORING]

Pack up. I found it.

Looks like they're putting decoder rings
in cereal boxes again.

What?

A little before our time, boss.

[YAWNS]

ZIVA:
Find anything, Abby?

ABBY: I pulled a partial print
off the flash card. I'm running it now.

Rough night?

Is there any other kind with Gibbs?

It could be worse.
It could be Saturday.

It is Saturday, Abby.

See? It just got worse. Thanks.

Do you have any Super Glue, Abs?

What did I tell you
about that, DiNozzo?

The skin might not grow back.

- What do we have?
ABBY: The partial print didn't match

anyone at the crypto unit
so I'm running it through AFIS

- and other databases.
- McGee.

Dumped the contents
of the flash card.

It's encrypted so we're gonna need
someone from the crypto section

to have access to their codes.

- Captain Dorn is coming in later.
- Whoa, not so fast, Gibbs.

I got a hit.

It's from the
Office of Foreign Missions.

TONY:
Name's Simon Roca.

He's the protocol officer
at the embassy of Venezuela.

He's got an apartment
in the Watergate.

Been on station since last June.

If Hill was selling code, Roca could
be the source of the money we found.

He killed her because she wouldn't
hold under questioning.

McGEE: We bringing him in?
- We can't.

Can't? He murdered a Naval officer,
boss.

He has a licence to kill, McGee.

He's got full diplomatic immunity.

LEVINSON [ON MONITOR]: What can
the State Department do for NCIS

at 7:30 on a Saturday, Agent Gibbs?

I've got a dead Naval officer
who might be a mole.

Evidence connects her
to a foreign diplomat.

- What country?
- Venezuela.

His name is Simon Roca.

Bad choice. Pick another.

I wanna question him.

You're aware of our current
relations with Venezuela?

They're about to get worse.

They've already accused us
of meddling in their internal affairs.

The Venezuelan
petroleum minister has threatened

to cut off future oil shipments and
to close their refineries in the U. S.

Sounds like a real headache.
What time can I question him?

The man has diplomatic immunity,
Agent Gibbs.

The man's a foreign intelligence officer
who murdered a Navy lieutenant.

You have proof of this?

Her death was made to look
like a suicide.

Meaning you can't prove it.

His prints were found
on classified Pentagon hardware

recovered from
the dead woman's home.

The Vienna Convention exists
for a reason, Agent Gibbs.

If you can prove he committed
murder. I mean, prove--

By the time I prove it,
Roca will have left the country.

Then we take your proof
to the Secretary

and if she signs off on it,

we then ask the Venezuelan Foreign
Mission to waive his immunity.

Not very likely.

And he walks for murder?

I don't make the rules, Agent Gibbs.

I do, however,
expect you to follow them.

Until we give you permission,
you can't question Roca.

Where's he going? Gibbs. Gibbs.

- Hey, boss.
TONY: Nice try, probie.

Power nap, boss.

Doorman at the Watergate hasn't
seen Roca for the past two days.

He's probably holed up
in their embassy.

Take Ziva. Find out.
You can't question him.

Gonna be awful hard to get
answers if I can't ask questions.

DiNozzo, if it was easy,
I would send Joe the janitor.

ZIVA: Customs hasn't checked
his passport in the last 24 hours.

- Most likely still in country.
- Not for long.

The Venezuelan Embassy
booked a private jet this morning

out of Loudoun County Airport.

- To leave when, McGee?
- Sorry. Today.

Simon Roca's name
is listed as a passenger.

We need to tie Roca
to Lieutenant Hill's murder

before he boards that plane.

Go. Go.

How do we prove the lieutenant's
death wasn't a suicide?

- In a day?
- Abby, I think she was unconscious

when it happened.

If Ducky can examine the brain
tissue and send me a sample,

- I might be able to prove that.
- Yeah, do it.

Ducky doesn't get in till noon.

Do you want me to call him
or do you want the pleasure--?

ZIVA:
You know, I've been thinking, Tony.

Remember when we were locked
in that container?

You said you used
to take piano lessons?

Well, I think you should start again.

I could teach you.

Who knows, maybe it could be fun.

Tony.

But I'm sure you'd make
a lousy student anyway.

- Do it and die, Amadeus.
- I thought you were asleep.

- You thought wrong. I was meditating.
- About?

When you said you were a screamer,
you did mean--

I did. Ooh.

We've got company.

LYON:
It's a restricted zone.

- You can't park here.
- NCIS.

We are looking for Venezuelan
Protocol Officer Simon Roca.

Ah, Don Juan.

We give them nicknames.
Helps relieve the boredom.

People think Secret Service is like Clint
Eastwood protecting the president.

Yeah, ln the Line of Fire.

- It's a good movie.
- I wish it were that exciting.

How do you like NCIS?

It has its moments.

- Good hours?
- Is Roca in or not?

As a matter of fact, he is,
which is unusual.

TONY: Why is that?
- I've been here over a year,

Don Juan's never spent
the night before.

Day guy logged him in
11 :16 a.m. yesterday.

Looks pretty refreshed to me.

ZIVA:
Who is that with him?

That's Don Juan's driver.

Looks like they're getting ready
to go for a ride.

TONY: All right, thanks.
- You bet.

[PHONE RINGS]

- Yeah, Gibbs.
TONY [ON PHONE]: Hey, boss.

Roca's inside the embassy.
Looks like

he's taking sanctuary till his flight.

Stay on station and set up
a video link to MTAC.

- I wanna know when he moves.
- On it.

You weren't planning
on sleeping, were you?

Not unless you're planning
on taking a shower anytime soon.

What's that supposed to mean?

[SNIFFS]

PALMER:
I don't know about this, Abby.

Dr. Mallard won't even let me
sit in his chair without supervision.

That's because you mess
with the height adjustments, Jimmy.

- You can do this.
- This is not a good idea.

We don't have time to wait
for Ducky on this, okay?

What comes first?

- The saw?
- Careful, okay?

These are all
in a very specific order.

Stop being so "Palmer," Jimmy.

All right. I will need a scalpel.

Jimmy, are you really gonna do this,
or am I?

I'll do it.

DUCKY:
What exactly are you two doing?

Oh, I-- Dr. Mallard.

I-- The thing is, I--
She made me do it.

Well, everything seems to be
in order.

Why don't you begin,
Mr. Palmer, while I get changed?

You're not mad?

Work cannot stop, Mr. Palmer,
because my mother's nurse

elects to abandon us
on a Saturday morning.

I applaud your initiative.

- So, what did you do with your mom?
VICTORIA: Donald.

You promised me
we were going for a ride.

We did go for a ride, Mother.

Oh, well, very well.

You drive too fast, Donald.

Is that our housekeeper?

Mother, Mrs. Leary left
for Ireland ten years ago.

- Hello, Mrs. Mallard.
- Hello.

Ask the boy to pour me a drink.

We're not at home, Mother.
And Jimmy is not a servant.

Very well. I shall do it myself.

Abby, would you do me a favour?

- I mean, just until we finish?
VICTORIA: Oh, lovely single malt--

Of course.

Mrs. Mallard?

Would you like to see
my mass spectrometer?

What a charming young lady.
Of course I would, my dear.

What is a mass speedometer?

Does it move very fast?

ABBY:
Well...

TONY: Can I ask you a question?
- Yes.

You really think I smell?

[LAUGHING]

I was just kidding.

[TONY FARTS]

- What about now?
- You are disgusting.

You do that again and I'll shoot you.

- Got it? Oh!
- Start the car.

What good will that do
when you're still in it?

[CAR ENGINE STARTS]

TONY: It's Roca's car.
- Gibbs, Roca's leaving.

Boss, the private jet he booked
is refuelled, standing by.

Diplomat's car is considered
foreign soil.

It's as sovereign as the embassy.

What do we do?

Delay him.

Okay, here we go.

Hippopotamus amphibious.
The river horse.

I once swam with them
while I was on safari in Kenya.

[STUFFED ANIMAL
MAKES FARTING NOISE]

Oh, dear. My apologies.

No. That's Bert, the hippo.
He's supposed to do that.

Really?

[FARTING NOISE]

How delightful.

[FARTING NOISE]

Reminds me
of my bagpipe-playing days.

Did you know,

that without those longshoremen
tattoos and that dog collar,

you are the exact spitting image

- of my sister Gloria?
- Thank you.

I hated her.

She once tried to sleep
with my late husband

- while he was still alive.
- Mother!

I'm sure Abigail doesn't want to hear
any more of our family troubles.

It's fine, Ducky.
We're having a good time.

DUCKY:
Brain tissue. I need a full rundown--

Donald, did you sleep with her?

Mother, please.

Honestly, it's about time
I had some grandchildren.

He isn't getting any younger.
You need to move fast.

How exactly does Gibbs
expect us to delay him?

I have a plan. Buckle your seatbelt.

- What?
- Buckle.

[TIRES SCREECH]

TONY:
Come on, look out. Look out. Look out.

[BANGING]

I'm really sorry.
It's all my fault.

[SPEAKING IN YIDDISH]

[WOMAN SPEAKING IN SPANISH]

McGEE: Boss, this was recorded
five minutes ago.

Looks like Roca managed
to avoid Tony and Ziva.

You think, McGee?

His plane is scheduled
to depart within an hour.

I guess we can't win them all.
I mean, he--

GIBBS:
The plane hasn't left. Delay it.

- How exactly?
- Call the control tower.

Tell them there's
a possible security risk.

- Make something up.
- Can we do that?

I don't know, McGee. Can you?

WOMAN: Feed from
the State Department is coming in, sir.

LEVINSON: What the hell were
your people thinking, Agent Gibbs?

That was a diplomatic
vehicle they rammed.

You told us that we couldn't
question Roca.

He wasn't in the vehicle
What's the problem?

- You don't understand the--
- Are you worried about insurance?

NCIS has excellent coverage.

You're straining an already
tenuous situation.

We both know that Roca
is no diplomat.

He's a foreign spy
operating on American soil.

- Then prove it.
- Give me permission

to take him into custody.
If it helps, tell your people

that he may have documents
vital to our national security.

All right.

- I'll start the paperwork from this end.
- How long?

If I fast track the request,
maybe a week.

Okay, I talked to the control tower,

convinced them to re-screen
all the passengers.

Small airport, delay them
an hour or two at the most.

Roca is on a private jet right now.
He's leaving the country.

The best I can do is lodge a formal
complaint with the embassy

and bar him from returning.

He's not coming back, Levinson.
He is getting away with murder.

Someone's trying to gain access into
MTAC with an unauthorized code, sir.

GIBBS:
Here.

[ALARM SOUNDS]

- Hello?
- This thing must be broken.

I can't see anyone dancing in there.

GUARD 1 : Sir?
- We're okay. It's clear.

Should I get State back?

For what?

Mrs. Mallard,
are you looking for your son?

Young man,

have we met before?

Leroy Jethro Gibbs, ma'am.

Of the Southampton Gibbs'?

Why don't we see if you can't find
Dr. Mallard, all right?

You're very handsome, Matthew.

Are you married?

I'm so sorry, Dr. Mallard.
I just turned my back for a second.

Not to worry, Jimmy.
I lose her all the time.

I mean, she's really fast for her age.

DUCKY:
Yes, I'll call security.

You may find it hard to believe,
but Donald was the cutest child.

He had long, curly blond hair.

Everybody thought he was a girl
until he was 12

when his voice changed.

Mr. Palmer, will you chain
my mother to the chair

while I tell Agent Gibbs
what I found?

I'm still waiting for that drink,
Leonard.

I'm certain the shot to Lieutenant Hill's
head was perimortem

based on the lack
of tissue reaction in her brain.

- When shot she was unconscious.
- How'd she get that way?

This is the lieutenant's head
and neck.

The left superior carotid artery
is narrowed.

- Restricted blood flow.
- Choke hold.

Slight pressure for ten seconds
will render a victim unconscious

and leaves no external bruising.

I gave Abby some brain tissue
samples to check for CO2 levels.

Any way to tie Roca to it?

Well, he didn't leave any prints
on her skin.

There's a chance
that some of the samples

we took from her body
could have his DNA.

But then, we don't have his DNA
for comparison.

- And with diplomatic immunity?
- His plane leaves in two hours.

- Find me something.
- Matthew, I'll be expecting your call.

I can't remember my number,
but you'll get it from Donald.

McGEE:
I tried everything.

DORN: Yeah, it's encrypted,
and we change the codes every day.

Can you extract a date?

I could try.

You know, Lieutenant Hill
could barely drive her own car.

I find it hard to believe
that she could be the mole.

That's probably why she was
so successful at it.

Yeah.

Not exactly the way
I wanted to end my Naval career.

Asleep at the damn switch.

- What was on that doodad thing?
- Can't tell yet, boss.

DORN: I need one of my people
down here to decode it.

- Are you still holding Lt. Napleton?
- Yep.

Well, if you've cleared her,
I could sure use her help.

What? Do you think
she's involved?

We're investigating treason, skipper.
Right now, I suspect everyone.

Well, if Hill wasn't the mole,
why'd she blow her brains out?

She didn't. She had help.

I found a fingerprint
on that flash-chip thing.

Probably the person who did it.

- Napleton?
- The protocol officer

from the Venezuelan Embassy.

ABBY: Before you ask: No, I haven't
found any physical evidence linking

Simon Roca
to the lieutenant's murder yet.

That can wait, Abs. I need you to do
something else for me.

It'll only take a few minutes.

Might go faster
if I have another one of these.

Too much caffeine
is not good for you, Abby.

I need you to check
this cereal box for GSR.

ABBY: Why?
- Because I don't think

Lieutenant Hill put the chip in there.

I'm begging you, please.

No. No way.

I don't care how nice you are,
how much you bribe me,

or how much you threaten me.

[SNIFFS & COUGHS]

I'm not filling out the paperwork.

It's not the filing
of the accident report I object to.

I'd prefer if you said
you were driving the car.

Well, that would be lying,
and lying is bad.

Will you just listen to me?!

I'm listening.

You're right.

I'm sorry.

I've been at NCIS
for a short while.

And it would look very bad to have
another accident in my dossier.

- Another accident?
- I've had some difficulties.

"Some" indicates more than one.

- How many?
- Is that really important?

Three.

But the second was not my fault.

Now, are you going to help me?
Yes or no?

Oh, that depends.

What's in it for me?

Anything you want.

- Anything?
GIBBS: Hey. Button your shirt.

- Hey, boss, she came into my space--
GIBBS: I don't care.

- Roca's at the damn airport.
- Yeah. That's my fault, boss.

I take full responsibility.

I shouldn't have let Ziva drive.

- It doesn't fit.
- I know.

I talked to my tailor about that. He says
the whole point of bespoke tailoring is--

- But you mean Simon Roca.
- He's got diplomatic immunity.

He knows we can't stop him
from leaving this country.

So why the shell game with his car?

In fact, how did he even know
we were on to him?

[PHONE RINGS]

GIBBS:
Yeah, Gibbs.

On my way.

- What was that for?
- Blackmailing your partner.

Boss, the flash card data,
it's too corrupted to read.

I'm gonna take a copy back
and have my people--

It's too late.

Our person of interest
just got clearance for takeoff.

You wanna see the guy who killed
your lieutenant get away? Come on.

Gibbs, come here.

You were right.

DiNozzo, David, McGee.
Waiting for an invitation?

DORN: What, just like that?
He gets a free pass?

When a foreign diplomat
is accused of espionage,

all we can do
is ask him to leave.

Roca's doing it on his own.

But if he could walk at any time,
why did he murder my lieutenant?

Without her testimony,
hard to prove a case against him.

So that's it,
there's nothing we can do?

No, I didn't say that, skip.

We can still arrest her murderer.

Outside of my team, only two people
know how Lieutenant Hill died.

Napleton and the person
who killed her.

How'd you know she shot herself?

Uh...

Napleton told me.

No, she's been in isolation
since she found out.

You were the one who told us
about the missing flash card.

The only thing tying Roca
to the case.

Convenient, yes?

Holing up inside the embassy, huh?

Booking private planes.

You wanted us to focus on Roca.

- No. But Lt. Hill stole that flash card.
- There's gunshot residue

on the outside of the cereal box
we found it in.

The flash card was put there
by the killer after he shot her.

She was framed.

No. Napleton could have--

- Her alibi checked out, Dorn.
ZIVA: I'm impressed.

The diplomat takes the blame.
We get our mole.

And your cover remains intact,
captain.

I'll have to remember that one.

- You could just rent No Way Out.
- I'll take it from here.

You three go home.
Get some rest. Good job.

[GRUNTS]

That resignation you offered
the admiral earlier.

I got a feeling he's gonna accept it.