All language subtitles for NCIS.S05E05.1080p.BluRay.x264-ROVERS

I've got that marketing meeting at 1 :30.
You gotta make this quick.

Not too quick.

You think Anderson's secretary
saw us leaving together?

We were going to lunch.

She's been looking at me funny
the last couple weeks.

She knows my husband.

What the hell is that?

I thought you'd like it.

[CHATTERING]

[SIRENS WAILING]

REPORTER:And the witness was
supposed to have seen him up there--

OFFICER:
All right, back. Just stay back.

Let's go, let's go, let's go.

Your sailor's real nervous.

Tried to talk to him,
but he's not making a lot of sense.

- Did you get his name?
- No, shut down.

Threatened to jump
if we didn't back off.

Hose jockeys wanna set up
an air bag.

At that height? I don't think
it's gonna make much of a difference.

McGEE:
I don't think Gibbs knows.

- Not gonna hear it from me.
- Not gonna hear what from you?

Abby may have gotten a job offer.

Big bucks, allegedly. Private sector.

Still just a rumour, Tony.

Not anymore, probie-san.

Someone from Human Resources
told a friend of a friend

that Abby had cocktails last night
at the Ritz-Carlton

- with a corporate headhunter.
- And this friend told you?

Not exactly,
I overheard it in the elevator.

Ha! Very reliable source.
Abby was probably on a date.

Abby on a date at the Ritz-Carlton?

Strictly business time, Ziva.

They say which business?

Well, the elevator reached my floor.
I had to get off.

McGEE:
Oh, that's a long way up.

Long way down.

[HELICOPTER WHIRRING]

TONY:Okay, so, what you wanna do
is gain his confidence here, boss.

He's been out there for a while,
obviously having second thoughts.

Stay.

Get away from me.

Just wanna talk.

No.

It'd make it easier
if I knew your name.

- Where are you stationed?
- I said leave me alone.

Boss, you know, we could snap
a picture of him with a cell,

e-mail it to Abby, get her to run it
through photo recognition.

If he went to the academy,
we'd get a quick ID.

- Do it.
- Me?

It's your idea, McGee.

Right.

Uh, boss.

I'm not very good with heights.

Point-- Point and click.

Don't come any closer.

- What are you doing?
- You wouldn't give me your name.

I wanna know who you are.

[CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS]

Yo.

Whoa. Great view of the Washington
Monument from up here.

DUCKY: Abigail.
- What's up, Duck?

- Had a report for Jethro, but I--
- Is that what I think it is?

If you're thinking it's a firearm,
the answer is yes.

I thought you might have seen him.

REPORTER: From my vantage point,
they have it very controlled...

- There was a report he is a Navy--
- McGee, he's got a gun.

Boss, he's got a gun.

Yeah, yeah, I know that, McGee.
I see that.

I'm running the image
against the last ten academy classes.

What could make a young man
so desperate?

REPORTER:
--all the way around the corner.

ABBY:
I got it, McGee.

McGEE [OVER RADIO]: Boss,
his name is Lieutenant Michael Arnett.

Stationed at the Pentagon.

Academy class of '01.
He's a linguist, translator.

Married, no kids.

So, Michael.

Do you mind if I call you Michael?

You can't help.

I can try.

ARNETT:
Don't.

ZIVA:
I do not have a shot.

I'll hit Gibbs too.

Lean back, boss. Just ease back.

ABBY:
Damn you, Gibbs.

You take too many chances.

All right, boss, his wife works
at a travel agency on K Street.

Her name is Dana,
but she's at lunch.

Her boss has no idea
where she went.

Trying to get a hold of your wife.
Wanna talk to her?

No.

She left me.

Yeah, I've been there.

That's tough.

It's not worth your life.

It's more complicated than that.

Tell me.

It's too late.

He's got a sister.

Her name's Rachel.

You wanna talk to Rachel?

How old is she?

Seventeen.

Seventeen?

What's that make her?
A senior in high school?

Do you want Rachel to remember this
from her senior year?

I don't wanna make that call,
Michael.

Um...

Why don't we start
with the gun, huh?

I really messed up.

I should have told someone.

You can tell me. I'll help you.

You can trust me.

Put it down.

I'll help you.

Take it real easy.

[GUNSHOT]

[CROWD SCREAMING]

[THUD]

[CROWD CHATTERING]

The slug is flattened.
Not much for Abby to work with.

She had success with less.

The shot definitely came from
the building across from the hotel.

Door to the rooftop was picked.

No shell casings, no prints, nothing.

Several people in the building
heard the shot.

Witnesses on the street
saw the flash.

Guy's gonna kill himself.

When he doesn't,
someone does it for him. Why?

Arnett's apartment.

Colour back now that you're
on terra firma, probilicious?

- Hey, I would have done it.
- Only, uh, you didn't.

I think he's more afraid of heights
than you are.

TONY:
Please, I rock-climbed.

Yeah, 20 feet, with a harness,
to impress a girl.

Well, it worked.

Having an eyewitness like you
makes my job a lot easier.

Nevertheless, I will get you
autopsy results posthaste.

Thanks, Duck.

There's absolutely no evidence
a woman lived here.

Manager said
she moved out a week ago.

TONY:
Gibbs was right.

In a divorce, the guy gets screwed.
She left him diddlysquat.

Maybe she had a good reason
to leave him.

Poor guy's sleeping
on a blow-up bed.

ZIVA: A good marriage
needs good communication.

TONY: There's another reason
he'd wanna end it all.

Rejuvenator.

Arnett was losing his hair.

Maybe he didn't talk to her anymore.

He was younger than I am.

Or didn't listen.

Aha! She did leave him something.

A sad commentary
on the state of matrimony.

No, a pink toothbrush.

[DOORS OPEN]

I'm fast, but I'm not that fast.

Something still bothering you?

Yeah, we're investigating a homicide
and a suicide.

Was the reason
the lieutenant was out on the ledge

the same reason that he was shot?

I guess you wouldn't know that yet,
would you?

He was coming in.

Wanted to tell me something.

Confucius say,
"Life's many pleasures await you."

- What'd yours say?
- Uh...

"As you approach life's crossroads,
look both ways."

I'm sure it's meaningful.

Just think about it
and search your inner self.

"Lisa Nerlman, hypnotherapist."

- What is this for?
- She does wonders with phobias.

Tony, who else did you tell?

I told you it was a very sensitive
subject, Abby.

- Your turn.
ZIVA: Heh-heh-heh.

I refuse to make decisions
based on stupid sayings

stuffed inside stale cookies.

"Welcome an invitation
to change your financial future."

Gotta go.

That was incredible.

It was fate that Abby opened
that cookie.

She's good. She didn't blink an eye.

Why I don't play poker with her.

No tell.

He was sleeping
on an air mattress, boss.

GIBBS: The wife?
- Staying at the Lafayette Court Hotel.

She's coming in at 5,
wants to talk to Arnett's parents first.

Would've bet we'd find
a suicide note, no luck.

Oh, that'd be too easy.

I took his computer down to Abby.
Maybe she'll get lucky.

He's a second-generation American.

Grandparents immigrated from Syria.

His fluency in Arabic
led to his advancement

in special assignments
in the Middle East.

Presently assigned to the office

of the Deputy Secretary of Defense
for Combating Terrorism.

[PHONE RINGING]

Other than that, can't tell much. I'm
getting stonewalled by the Pentagon.

They won't even connect me
to his C.O.

Yeah, Gibbs.

WOMAN:
The director would like you in MTAC.

Yup, on my way.

Let's go, McGee. You're with me.

Special Agent Gibbs, Captain Walsh,
Lieutenant Arnett's C.O.

You're a hard man to reach.

My hands were tied.

I had to get permission from the
director of National Intelligence to talk.

SECNAV has to make a decision.

Unless you can tell me
Lieutenant Arnett's murder

was unrelated to his Navy duties,
my unit's going into lockdown.

Oh, I can't tell you that, captain.
We're just beginning our investigation.

How long is this going to take?

At this point, no one will even tell me
what Arnett does.

Did.

Captain Walsh just briefed me
on Lieutenant Arnett's general duties.

He was an Arab-speaking
intelligence officer

working assets in the Middle East.

Personally responsible for exposing
a number of al Qaeda ops.

I'm sure he was high on their hit list.

What was he working on?

Tracking down
an al Qaeda operative.

- Where?
- Right here in D. C.

What the hell happened up there?

He was gonna jump.

Why?

Working on it.

We've got an al Qaeda operative
on the loose.

If you'd done your job
and pulled Arnett off that ledge,

my best man wouldn't be dead.

So you'd better be working on it.

Unit's in lockdown,
all work's been secured,

section restricted to quarters.

National security is at risk.
My people are sitting on their hands.

How long is this going to take?

We're working as fast as we can.

When was the last time
you saw Lieutenant Arnett?

Two days ago.

He seemed fine.

Called in sick.

His desk.

He tell you anything up there?

We need to know more
about this current operation.

I told you as much as I can.

Don't suppose I can copy
the contents of his hard drive?

You want answers?

Personal effects.

Best I can do.

GIBBS:
This his wife?

You met her?

Married about a year.

- Separated last week.
- I didn't know.

GIBBS: Any change
in Arnett's behaviour lately?

WALSH:
He was always quiet.

Maybe more so recently.

He did his job.

Never shared anything personal.

Phenelzine.

Strong antidepressant.

Did you know
he was taking medication?

Is that all we get?

I'll go through his files.

See what I can give you.

Keep me in the loop,
Special Agent Gibbs.

[RINGS]

ZIVA:
David.

Okay.

We'll be right there. Thank you.

Can't believe Abby would think
of leaving without saying anything.

Get over it, Tony.

I mean, I understand her
not telling you, but me?

I mean, I've known her
for a long time, you know.

Arnett's wife is here.

I am having her brought over
to the conference room.

Boss, I've got an address
for Dr. Neil Fleming.

Prescribed Arnett the medication.
He's not military.

He's got a private practise
in Georgetown.

Guy gets free medical care
from the Navy,

goes to a shrink
who probably charges 350 an hour.

I'll check him out.

- With him, DiNozzo.
TONY: With him, boss.

DANA: Our marriage was doomed
from the start.

The Navy took advantage
of Michael's language skills.

They assigned and reassigned him
to dangerous posts in the Middle East.

The few times he was home,
he was uptight.

He wouldn't wanna talk
about what he did.

I became more and more frustrated.

ZIVA:
Did you discuss it with him?

We tried marriage counselling.
It didn't help.

Michael couldn't open up.

ZIVA: Did you know
he was seeing a psychiatrist?

No.

I, uh...

I wanted him to get help, but--

I didn't think he would.

It was your idea to separate?

I thought it would force him
to face our problems.

It was a mistake.

Where did you meet?

The National Gallery.
An exhibit of Mesopotamian art.

I was standing, admiring a sculpture,
and Michael was behind me.

He began explaining
the piece to me.

He brought it to life.

He was the most intelligent man
I'd ever met.

And he made me laugh.

I haven't seen him laugh
in a long time.

You're not surprised
he was suicidal?

What does surprise me
is that he was murdered.

Why, Agent Gibbs?

Why?

- Oh, no, no, no, don't do that.
- Do what?

The doctor might be in
with a patient, Tony.

That tells him someone's here?

Have you ever been
to a therapist before?

Me? No.

You?

Yeah, once when I was young.

For your acrophobia?

You're blowing that
all out of proportion, Tony.

Well, you showed a pathological fear
of heights earlier today.

I was staring down ten storeys.

Being a little disoriented,
it's a little understandable.

Disoriented?

You had your panties in a twist,
tears in your eyes.

Oh, wait, I couldn't see your eyes,
because they were shut so tight.

You were hysterical like a little girl.

I was not.

You were hugging the ladder,
ladder hugger.

And I got the photographic evidence.

Let technology show you the truth.

My eyes are not closed.
I was blinking.

Oh. Oh, is that--?
Is that what you're doing?

Let's let the people decide.

You're not gonna post that
on YouTube?

I might.

Give me that thing, or I'm gonna--
Hey, where you going?

- What are you gonna do?
- Box you.

- You're not getting--
- Hey, hey.

Hey, you two have deeper issues
than we discussed on the phone.

TONY:
On the phone?

Aren't you the couple who called up
about marriage counselling?

Couple? Us?

- No, no.
- It's okay, Timmy.

Timmy, we're in a safe place.

We can be ourselves here.

- All right.
- We just got back from Vermont.

Pretty this time of year.

McGEE:
Sorry.

NCIS.

Special Agents McGee, DiNozzo.

Very special agents.

I've been seeing patients all day.

I didn't hear about Michael.

Why was he seeking your help?

I can't discuss that.

Doctor, we're investigating
his murder.

His job at the Pentagon
makes it a matter of national security.

Mm. Well, I'm bound by ethics
and HIPAA laws.

- That ended with his death.
- Not for me.

Well, can you at least explain to us
why a Naval officer

with free medical care
would come to a civilian doctor?

I have patients in the military
whose psychological problems,

if known,
would jeopardise their careers.

I can tell you this.

The last time I saw Michael Arnett,
he was depressed, not suicidal.

Now, without a court order,
that's all I'm saying.

[McGEE SIGHS]

I heard that, DiNozzo.

Another wise-ass comment like that,

I'll smack you so hard,
your grandchildren will feel it.

Think it's funny, McGee?

Wipe that smile off your face.

That goes for you too, David.

Special Agent Gibbs.

You're standing behind me,
aren't you?

GIBBS:
Yup.

Feeling real secure about your job,
are you, Abs?

Um, not so much anymore.

You up here because you got
something for me, Abs?

Yup.

Ballistics on the bullet?

It's a mangled,
useless chunk of lead.

Actually, only the core is lead,

because the jacket is 95 percent
copper and 5 percent zinc.

- But you already knew that.
- Mm-hm.

Arnett's computer?

Scrubbed clean like the day
it was born in Taiwan.

Lieutenant Arnett's cell phone.

It was in his pocket when he fell,
so it's as squished as he is.

But I removed the CPU,
and I stripped away the peripheral--

Abby.

You're not gonna like who he received
his last call from, Gibbs.

Who?

Us, NCIS.

Someone called Lieutenant Arnett
from inside this building.

Director Shepard.

I appreciate you getting here so fast.

No problem.

Is something wrong, Nikki?

- May I be frank?
- Of course.

I know I'm only a low-level
NCIS intel analyst.

And I am more than happy to do
whatever the agency requires of me.

But I resent having a rude message
left on my phone

by Special Agent Gibbs.

With no explanation at all,

in the most condescending
and insulting manner,

he demanded
that I get in here immediately.

He certainly lives up
to his reputation.

Special Agent Gibbs
isn't known for his people skills.

I'm sorry, Director Shepard.
I just needed to vent.

- What's this about?
GIBBS: You don't know?

I have no idea.

What about the murder
of Lieutenant Michael Arnett?

He's dead?

I just called him this morning.

That's why you're here.

Half of Washington
watched him get shot on live television.

NCIS was on scene.

You work in this building,
and you had no idea?

- When did it happen?
- A little before 1 this afternoon.

I was at home. Asleep.

I've been working the Middle East desk
for the past couple days.

Everyone I had to speak to
is eight hours ahead of us.

I was here all night.

Working on what?

Navy counterterrorism intel
has suffered leaks

over the last few months.

Al Qaeda has managed
to get a step ahead of us.

We suspect a mole.

JEN:
Nikki has been analysing data

trying to look for
a common denominator.

I had no idea
it involved Lieutenant Arnett.

What's his connection?

Well, Lieutenant Arnett
had gone outside the wire,

working contacts in Djibouti,
gathering valuable intel,

some of which
had been compromised.

I wanted to talk to him about
who he shared the information with.

Yeah, he cooperate?

When I called him,
he seemed preoccupied.

He said he couldn't talk.
He'd get back to me.

I guess that's not going to happen.

This is a priority.

Until we find out why he was killed,

you are assigned
to Special Agent Gibbs' team.

Report to the squad room at 0730.

It's a start-up bioengineering firm.

Two hundred thousand a year.
Stock options.

- And a car.
- A car.

What kind of car would Abby lease?
Another hearse?

Guys, this is Nikki Jardine.

She's an intel analyst
who had contact with Arnett.

She's going to be working with us.

Yes, I am still on hold.

Hi, I'm Ziva David.
I've seen you around.

I'm sorry, I don't shake hands.

[TONY CHUCKLES]

I guess a hug's out of the question.
Anthony DiNozzo.

- Behave yourself, Tony.
GIBBS: McGee.

McGEE: Can't find a judge
to sign the warrant.

No one wants to violate
the patient-client privilege.

Um, I know we started off
on the wrong foot last night, and I--

Got something?

I spoke with a cryptoanalyst
at the Pentagon.

Lieutenant Arnett returned
from the Middle East two weeks ago.

He passed through
the NCIS field office in Djibouti.

With your permission, I'd like
to contact the agent in charge there.

Do it.

Where are you going, Jardine?

To my office to make the call.

ZIVA: We have backgrounded
Lieutenant Arnett's family.

Arnett's grandparents
lived the American dream, boss.

Came to this country as teenagers.

Opened a small appliance shop
in the '60s.

Which evolved into a chain
of electronic stores.

ZIVA:
Nineteen to be exact.

Grossing over $250 million last year.

TONY:
We're talking big family money.

If there's a prenup, the soon-to-be
ex-wife stands to lose a fortune.

Think Black Widow. Theresa Russell
film of the same name.

All right, Tony,
Dana Arnett, travel agent,

is a crack shot with a sniper rifle?

Could have hired a hit man.

Get her in here again.

[SNEEZES]

I'm sorry, I have allergies.

Ugh. I could never wear
contact lenses.

Just the thought of sticking
my finger in-- Eee. Yuck.

DUCKY: Well, it conforms with
Lieutenant Arnett's medical records.

Nearsighted, 20l80 vision,
with an astigmatism.

- Here are the blood samples.
- Thanks, Jimster.

Expect to find phenelzine
when you run the tox screen.

Roger.

- What?
- What?

Am I unbuttoned or ripped?

My ponytails crooked?

Why is everyone
staring at me today?

- I wasn't staring.
- Ugh.

- I wasn't staring.
- You were staring, Mr. Palmer.

Did you hear about Abby's new job?

Worst-kept secret at NCIS.

I was told she was promised
a state-of-the-art lab, two assistants,

and her own Caf-Pow! machine.

[CHUCKLES]

NIKKl:
I spoke with Agent Wells in Djibouti.

She said Lieutenant Arnett
stopped by the NCIS field office

a couple weeks ago.

He was upset.

He was concerned
that his key local witness was missing.

They offered to help locate him,

[PAGER BEEPING]

But Arnett was so protective
of his sources,

he wouldn't reveal
the contact's identity.

That's all?

Yes.

Pentagon just sent Arnett's files.

Is he always this...?

Impatient?

That's not exactly the word
I was looking for.

You are not denying she's pretty.

Bizarre trumps pretty.

But you would have--?

How? In a HAZMAT suit?

You two would make a good couple.
You have something in common.

- What?
- Fear.

She's afraid of germs,
you're afraid of commitment.

And you're both afraid of Gibbs.

For the record, Miss David,
I'm not afraid of Gibbs.

Thank you for coming back in,
Mrs. Arnett.

You have news?

Sorry, no.

So why am I here?

This will not take long.
We just need to clarify something.

The circumstances
under which you got married.

What does that mean?

Your husband's family
is worth a lot of money.

You didn't, by any chance,
sign a prenup, did you?

My husband attempted
to take his own life,

and then was murdered.

He hasn't even been dead 48 hours,

and you have the nerve
to stand here and ask me

how much money I may
or may not get?

Michael's parents are arriving,
and I have a funeral to arrange.

Do I need someone
to escort me out of the building?

I will escort you, Mrs. Arnett.

Nice, Tony.

Black widow, guilty.

When there's money involved,
it's always the spouse.

ABBY:
Roll call.

Phenelzine is present
and accounted for as predicted,

but timolol
made a surprise appearance.

- Timolol?
- A very high concentration.

- Timolol?
- It's a beta blocker, eye drops.

Used to treat glaucoma.

Which according
to his medical records,

Lieutenant Arnett never had.

Mr. Palmer, have the lieutenant
report back to the table.

PALMER:
Yes, sir.

Boss, I vetted Dr. Fleming.

It turns out
he was a radical undergraduate

at Berkeley in the early '70s.

Arrested several times
for civil disobedience.

As recently as last week,

spoke at a "Get out of Gitmo" rally
on the Mall.

Well, bring him in. We don't need
a subpoena to interview him.

Captain Walsh is online in MTAC.

Arnett's files.

Redacted to the point it's useless.

Special Agent Gibbs,
I've got something.

Yes, sir.

Captain Walsh,
sorry to keep you waiting.

My unit's still on lockdown.

You were supposed
to keep me in the loop.

Lieutenant Arnett's file? I could've got
more reading The Washington Post.

Blame the director
of National Intelligence.

And you forgot to mention Arnett
was questioned about leaked intel.

Didn't think I needed to. Don't you
people at NCIS talk to each other?

Captain Walsh, in order for this agency
to complete a thorough investigation,

we will need your full cooperation.

You'll be briefed
when we think it's appropriate.

I have a meeting with
the undersecretary in a half an hour.

What do I tell him?

Tell him the director
of National Intelligence

is obstructing our investigation.

Djibouti's coming online.

Satellite time's expensive.

What do you have for us,
Special Agent Wells?

We've been working with Bahrain.

I think we've come up
with something.

A tribal leader was beheaded

for collaborating
with an American agent.

It's definitely the work
of al Qaeda operatives.

We have every reason to believe

the victim was Lieutenant Arnett's
missing contact.

When did it happen?

A couple days ago,
not too much longer.

We're just getting into it,
questioning villagers.

- I want updates as you get them.
- Yes, ma'am.

What do you got, Jardine?

I did a matrix.

Focused on the four
most recent leaks.

Charted who generated
information, received it,

or had access to it
directly or indirectly.

The only person who had knowledge

of all the leaked intel
was Lieutenant Arnett himself.

If the beheaded tribal leader
was in fact his source,

and his identity has been leaked,
then Arnett is the only one

who would have known.

I think Lieutenant Arnett
was the mole.

Mideastern ancestry.
Arab-speaking.

Naval Academy graduate.
Intelligence officer in the Pentagon.

He is the perfect deep-cover mole.

Sort of an Arab version
of Kevin Costner in No Way Out.

A movie buff. One more thing
you two have in common.

Arnett's juggling two lives.

Things are closing in on him.
He's stressed.

On antidepressants,
a liability to his al Qaeda handlers.

When he doesn't jump,

they terminate him
before he can expose their cell.

I still like the wife had him killed
for the money. There's a prenup.

If he dies before they get divorced,
she gets the big cheque.

If he dies after, she gets zip.

Yeah, why the suicide attempt,
DiNozzo?

- I'm still working on that part, boss.
- We know why he was suicidal.

Abby found timolol
in Lieutenant Arnett's blood.

It's used to treat glaucoma.

But he didn't have glaucoma.

So why'd he take it?

Well, that's the best part.
He didn't know he was.

Someone substituted timolol
for his contact-lens solution.

His lenses
were soaking in it all night.

It's the equivalent of wearing
nicotine patches on his eyes.

The level of the drug was 20 times
the recommended dosage.

I still haven't heard
why he was suicidal.

Because the combination
of the eye medication

and the antidepressant he was taking
has a serious side effect:

Severe clinical depression.

Oh, I think you're overlooking
an obvious character.

Character?

This isn't one of your novels,
Mr. Gemcity.

Dr. Fleming
has anti-government leanings.

He prescribed the antidepressant

and would know
the combined drugs' side effects.

If Arnett discussed
classified information during sessions,

Fleming could have passed
the intel on.

- There's your spy.
- Oh.

Yes, probie, but the wife had access
to the contact lenses.

That does not prove anything.

McGee found a bottle of lens solution
in Arnett's Pentagon office desk.

Your point?

Captain Walsh
had access to his desk.

And as Arnett's C.O.,
knowledge of his intel.

- The weakest point of all.
- No, no, no.

TONY: Timolol--
ZIVA: Listen, I think--

I'm not missing the point. I think--

[WHISTLES]

Hey! Break up the dog pile.
This is a murder investigation.

Now, I'm hearing a lot of theories here
and not much else.

Get on it.

[FLEMING CHUCKLES]

So I'm against the war
and the Patriot Act.

Doesn't make me un-American.

Mm. What do you got there?

Government keeping a file on me?

I'll ask the questions, Dr. Fleming.

Ah. I've had enough of this.

Sit down.

JEN: I see McGee's got
your mad act down.

Almost.

I heard your agents
are pitted against each other.

Wasn't it Gibbs' Rule Number 15,
always work as a team?

Not on this one.

No one could have saved him,
Jethro.

He was dead the moment
he stepped out on that ledge.

Is that what I tell his sister?

ZIVA:
You have any luck?

Might be something.

The summer before his junior year
in high school,

he spent two months in Damascus
with relatives.

I'm trying to ascertain their politics.

Entrapped the "black widow" yet?

TONY:
Minor setback.

I thought since Dana Arnett
was married to a guy

with top-secret clearance,
she would have been vetted.

Let me guess. She's squeaky clean.

Well, I don't know,
because she was never checked out.

If he'd married some foreigner,
then she would have been subjected

to a vigorous background check,
but she was born in Kansas.

ZIVA: I am having the same problem
McGee had with Captain Walsh.

The Pentagon is rockwalling me.

She means stonewalling.

A little quirk she has.

I guess everyone
has their little quirks.

Even me.

Oh, really? I hadn't noticed.

NIKKl:
Abby, please.

All I'm asking is you take another look
at the hard drive on Arnett's computer.

It's wiped clean.

Well, maybe you can find
an embedded file, anything.

I can't, okay? I am too busy.

Why don't you ask McGee to do it,
because Mr. MIT claims

that he's better
at this stuff anyways.

May I take a couple of these?

Sure, knock yourself out.

- Abs.
- McGee, I need your help.

I got Dr. Fleming's fingerprints
on this bottle.

Compare them to the prints
from Arnett's apartment.

Take a number,
because Tony has me running DNA

off this toothbrush
with an entire database of felons.

- It will only take a minute.
- I asked first.

- No, I did. I've got seniority.
NIKKl: Yes, but I--

[ABBY WHISTLES]

Back off. All of you, okay?
I am one person.

- Whoa. Easy, Abs.
- No.

It's late, I am tired, I am overworked,
and I am taken for granted.

Maybe you should accept
that job offer.

Oh!

I can't believe
you'd say that to me, Gibbs.

How could you think
that I would be leaving?

Because I got a little mad?

So what?

We're family, that's allowed.

I get three or four job offers
every year.

I've never considered any of them.

Then why'd you have dinner
with that headhunter?

Have you ever had the beluga caviar
at the Ritz-Carlton?

Oh, God, yeah.

And, besides,
it was nice to feel wanted.

Now get out of here, all of you.
I have work to do.

- Oh! What was that for?
- Spreading rumours.

- Thank you, boss.
ABBY: DiNozzo!

Get back in here.

Anyone wanna come with me?

I am meeting Captain Walsh's
former executive officer

at the Naval Amphibious Base
at Little Creek tomorrow.

He's willing to talk to us off the record,
but not here.

You losers might wanna follow me.

Boss, need you in MTAC.
Clearly, you're not one of the losers.

My hunch paid off.

Figured the black widow
might have a felony record.

Abby just got a DNA match
from Interpol.

BENSON [ON MONITOR]:
Her real name is Najida Mamud,

an agent of the Syrian Mukhabarat.

A gifted linguist,
she was educated in England

and secretly trained in weaponry,
martial arts and covert operations.

Ziva, she's you.

Najida Mamud
was in an al Qaeda camp

in the Sudan until we lost track
of her three years ago.

We thought she was in Pakistan.

She was obviously smuggled
into the U.S.

and then deep backstopped
with impeccable American ID.

McGEE:
Homeland Security's worst fear.

And ours. Let me know
if you apprehend her.

Lieutenant Arnett didn't casually meet
his wife at a museum.

She set him up,

just like Kathleen Turner
set up William Hurt in Body Heat.

ZIVA:
Lieutenant Arnett wasn't the mole.

He was married to the mole.

But how did she know
he was going to jump off a building?

Didn't, she was drugging him,
building a case for his depression.

So when she killed him, overdose,
slit his wrists, whatever,

it would appear to be suicide.

He must've realised he was the source
of the leak that got his operative killed.

Reason enough to jump?

I guess when we got involved,
she'd no choice, had to take him out.

Boss, I'm gonna put out a BOLO,
notify Homeland Security.

I will call the hotel,
see if she's there.

TONY:
I'm getting the car, boss.

What can I do?

Assignment's over.

You can get me that phone number.

Dana Arnett notified the front desk
that she's checking out.

[TYRES SCREECHING]

She left the lobby
less than a minute ago.

DiNozzo, McGee, start at the top,
work your way down.

GIBBS:
Federal agents.

Keep moving.

[TYRES SCREECHING]

TONY:
Whoa!

[TONY GRUNTING]

TONY:
Boss!

Pull the fire alarm.

McGee, Level 7.

[ALARM WAILING]

Probie!

This is not how I want it to end.

McGEE:
Hang on, Tony, I'm coming.

Give me an excuse, huh?

[TONY GRUNTING]

Aah! It's about time.

McGEE:
Come on.

I love you, McGee.

I promise never to give you
a hard time again.

Yeah, right.

Where's Gibbs?

I don't know.

Is that what you get
for turning down the job offer?

No, for solving the case.

Heh. I believe those are for me then,
because I solved the case.

But Abby ran the photo recognition
that ID'd Lieutenant Arnett.

I risked my life hanging off a wall.

She discovered the drug interaction
that made Arnett suicidal.

I suggested we run the wife's DNA.

Against a national database of felons.
Dead end.

Abby went the extra step

and compared it
to the Interpol database.

- I don't believe this.
- He still loves me.

Give it up, Tony.

She will always be
the favourite, Tony.

I still love you.

Back to work.

[CHUCKLES]

Agent Gibbs,
that phone number you wanted.

That's good work, Jardine.

Good night.

[LINE RINGING]

GIRL:
Hello?

Hello, Rachel?

Yes, this is Rachel.

We haven't met,
but I knew your brother.