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[narrator] Previously onJAG...

[Gibbs] What do you got for us, Ducky?

[Mallard] One deceased, pregnant

Navy lieutenant.

What happened to her face?

I really don't know.

Hey, she's a JAG.

[Chegwidden] The Armed Forces DNA registry has identified the body

as Lieutenant Singer's.

Special Agents Gibbs and Blackadder of NCIS,

they'll be investigating her death.

Fine.

That's Amad Bin Atwa who executed the attack on the Cole.

Gibbs, my brother died on the Cole.

-I know that. -Then get me in on this.

You get your head around this murder case

or you pull your tailored suit out of mothballs

and you march your butt right back to the J. Edgar Hoover building.

Going to need the fetus DNA, Duck.

[Mallard] You think Daddy's the killer?

-She was single. -Mm...

My guess,

she was hit on the head

with a blunt metal object and dumped above the falls.

Brought you a little present.

Mm. Is this blood from our vic?

Hope so. How long before we get a DNA?

Let's see what ABO typing says first.

Did you know that Commander Rabb

asked Commander Manetti to ferret out

who Lieutenant Singer was seeing

prior to her deployment.

-What? -Why didn't we question him?

If we start questioning Rabb, we don't have all the pieces to the puzzle,

they pull an O.J. on us, and he won't need a slick defense lawyer to do it.

[man] Al-Jihad is poised to launch another gray hull attack.

-I need you to break Bin Atwa. -When do I leave?

Soon as you wrap up the JAG murder.

Lieutenant Singer was murdered

three weeks ago, Sergei.

You think I did it?

What's the 13-digit number?

[Gibbs] It's a Moscow cell phone number.

That Moscow cell

is registered to a Sergei Zhukov.

I'm running an immigration check.

Zhukov's green card sponsor was Commander

Harmon Rabb.

They're half-brothers.

-You recognize that? -Should I?

It's your brother's cell phone in Moscow.

Sergei did not kill Lieutenant Singer.

-Is he the father? -She said he wasn't.

-And he believed her? -Yeah.

Why would he give Singer

-his Moscow number? -I did that.

I wrote it on a napkin at Benzinger's...

Commander, you are suspected

of having committed the act of murder.

You think Ikilled Lieutenant Singer?

Any statement you do make

could be used against you in a court-martial...

-How long you been doing this, Gibbs? -Nineteen years.

Can you tell if someone's guilty by looking

-in their eyes? -I can.

Look in mine.

Ask me. Ask me.

Would you kill for your brother?

[theme music playing]

[guard] Ma'am.

Commander. Lieutenant Commander Faith Coleman.

I'm your, uh, legal team, sir.

Caught a red-eye from San Diego. Had your files faxed so I could study them on the plane.

I have two short lists of queries, primary and secondary.

Which set of questions might you want to cover first, sir?

Mine. Why are you here?

I was detailed by COM-Naval District, Washington.

Well, last time I checked, I retain the right to request my own military counsel.

Is this a job interview, Commander?

Let's call it a short list of queries.

Why don't I just run through a summary

-of the legal arguments. -I'm a lawyer, Commander.

I'm aware of the arguments.

The only unknown is sitting across from me.

Fine, sir. What is it you want to know?

Well, let's start with how many murder cases you've defended.

I've had nine homicides go to verdict.

-How many wins? -Nine, sir.

Wow. Tells me you can count.

It doesn't, however, tell me if they were slam-dunks,

or if when the going gets tough, you cop a plea.

What is it you really want to know, Commander?

Did I get into my first choice college?

No, I didn't. Was on the Dean's List?

Yes, I was. Did I got to law school with dreams of saving the world?

No comment.

I'm a damn good lawyer.

You could do worse, sir.

I see you're not convinced, Commander.

Stop.

I don't think I could bear watching you rearrange that.

I just hope

your legal arguments are

as squared away as your briefcase.

[rapid gunfire]

You sharpening your courtroom skills, Major?

-Special Agent Gibbs, NCIS. -Major McBurney.

-I know. -Want me to set one up for you?

I'm here to discuss the Rabb case.

How long you figure this trial's going to last?

Why, you got someplace to go?

Where?

Need to know, Major. You don't.

[rangemaster on P.A.] Cease fire, cease fire.

Clear and lock all weapons. Check your targets.

How long this goes depends on well we do on the stand.

I assume your people are prepped.

How 'bout you, Counselor?

[McBurney] Looks like a slam-dunk.

-You disagree? -Rabb's a smart lawyer.

If he's the killer, he made some dumb-ass mistakes.

Only nailed him because he was protecting his brother.

Do me a favor. Don't show that kind of doubt in court.

This trial could last a lot longer than you and I want.

You're the one that needs to get out of town, not me.

-[shell casing clatters] -You always aim for the head?

Cuts down on appeals.

Assume both of you are aware

-of the sensitivity of your assignment. -Understood, sir.

[Coleman] Admiral, since several of your key staff

are witnesses for the prosecution,

it will be necessary for everyone at JAG

-to keep an arm's length. -[chortles]

Including me.

Yes, sir. You most of all.

Respectfully, sir, neither of us wants to see our cases compromised.

Well, I have no intentions of interfering with your case.

I have every confidence of that, sir, but on behalf of my client,

I needed to make my position clear.

Well, you certainly succeeded, didn't you?

We're a little short on space.

Commander, I'm going to put you in Manetti's office

and, uh, Major, you'll be

in Commander Rabb's.

Never had the office of a man I'm trying

to send to Leavenworth, sir.

Make do.

-Dismissed. -[both] Aye, aye, sir.

[Coleman] Thank you, Petty Officer Coates.

Yes, ma'am. And that's Commander Rabb's office.

Thank you, Petty Officer.

Oh, sir.

-Is that them? -It is.

I've been thinking about Commander Rabb's case, sir, and I have a few ideas.

Lieutenant, do nothing.

Sir, I was wondering if I could consult with Commander Turner

to shape my testimony to the commander's advantage.

No!

-Don't start. -Sir?

I know what you're thinking. I know what you're all thinking.

You're not to get involved in this beyond

your required participation in the courtroom.

Rabb stuck his nose in and look what happened.

Clear?

[sharpener whirring]

Petty Officer. You have a minute?

Respectfully, sir, I don't think I'm permitted

to engage you.

This is not a proposal, it's a request.

I need a pad, a marker, a stack of five-by-eights.

Some of that, uh,

weird, sticky spitball stuff you put posters up with.

-Poster gum, sir. -Sounds right.

I guess that's allowed, sir.

Thank you.

[blows]

[agent] Things would go a lot easier, Amad,

if you just confirm a few facts.

Allah will give you all your answers.

Soon.

[agent] You may not know the target and the time,

but you know Hasan Mohammed.

Talk to us.

[Amad] I'm cold... I'm hungry...

As you can see, the boys up the river

have taken over the interrogation.

Ah, they'll break him. In a month.

Or two.

We know that Bin Atwa passed money to Mohammed

sometime during the ten days that we lost him

between Cairo and Nice.

[Gibbs] If we find out where he was,

maybe we can follow the money trail.

That's why I need you in that room.

[Amad] ...what money are you talking about?

NSA encrypts indicate that,

once the money has been passed,

the attack can happen anytime.

Wrap this JAG case up fast.

I need you out there.

Where is Hasan Mohammed?

I said I don't know.

-You're going back to FBI. -What?!

-To get whatever they have on Bin Atwa. -Right.

Also want transcripts of all previous Al-Jihad

interrogations mentioning his name or Mohammed's.

-That'll take weeks! -You got two days.

If you can't get it done by then,

don't bother coming back.

Thanks for bringing in dinner.

I figured you'd be tired of brig chow, sir.

If you're going to be my counsel,

forget about the sir,

at least in here.

Yes, sir.

So, did you pack a file in one of these,

in case we need to bust out of here?

This is the only file I brought. Government's disclosure,

evidence, witnesses.

Do you have a defense?

It's my turn to ask the questions, Commander.

What happened the night at Benzinger's bar?

I met with Lieutenant Singer.

We argued.

She left, I followed her outside.

We argued some more in her car.

And was that when you phoned your brother

using your cell phone?

Yeah, I wanted to be there

when she told him it wasn't his baby.

I wanted to look into her eyes.

Because you didn't believe her.

I rarely believed anything Lieutenant Singer said.

I read your interview with Gibbs.

Why didn't you tell him your story?

-I was protecting my brother. -Fine, but when they told you

that the murder happened in January and not six weeks ago,

you knew your brother couldn't be involved so why not cooperate then?

Because, by then, I looked guilty

and I decided to trust Navy justice

instead of Navy cops.

Look, there are enough holes in this case to raise reasonable doubt.

There's also enough evidence to tie you to the murders

and a string of witnesses, your colleges, will testify

to angry words between you and Lieutenant Singer

right up to the time of her death.

Well, it could be worse, I guess.

-How? -I could not have an alibi.

-You have an alibi? -No.

[slurping]

[upbeat pop music playing]

Nice lab you got here.

Interesting Martha-Stewart-on-LSD touches

around the place, too.

It's just a hobby.

This one's upside-down. Duodenum's heading north.

That's how the body was found. Wow.

It's nice to meet a lawyer that actually knows his stuff.

I mean, you know, forensically speaking.

Lieutenant Singer's plane ticket?

-Yeah. -Got the date nailed?

Yeah. 100%.

What about the cover they found?

Well, I'm still doing a fiber analysis on it,

but I found this I.D. tag in the visor.

I see a... butterfly.

-What do you see? -More work to do.

The key to winning this case is tying Rabb

to Singer the night she was killed.

That's why the stomach contents, the bar napkin,

all the forensics have got to be tight.

Well... duh.

[clears throat]

Definitely.

You got a suit?

Buy one. Something... in color.

The hair's a different story. I want you

to wear it down, hide the tat.

Get yourself some glasses.

I don't need glasses.

I do. This isn't about you.

Something wrong?

Yeah, okay, you're going to think I'm a freak,

but I get really nervous

when I have to testify

in front of all those military uniforms.

Some advice? Try an old standard.

Picture all those uniforms naked.

Including you?

[McBurney] Ms. Sciuto, you tested the sliver

found in the head of the decedent?

Yep.

Uh... yes, I did.

Uh, the test indicated ferrous metal which is the same material

that was on the railing at the bridge at the overlook.

You also ran tests on blood found at the crime scene?

Indeed. Uh, the DNA showed an exact match

between that and the blood of the vic. And then I ran a test...

Please, wait for the question.

-Okay. -You also ran tests

on a plane ticket discovered on the body?

Certainly. Um, the lieutenant was on a flight

scheduled for 6:00 a.m. on January six.

What about the napkin found in the decedent's pocket?

Oh, I ran a whole slew of sh... stuff on that.

[McBurney] What did you find?

Um... there was a phone number on it

and the handwriting matched Commander Rabb's.

And above that, there was a logo for a bar.

It was Benzinger's.

When you examined the victim's stomach contents,

-what did you find? -A bar mix.

Based on digestion, she got whacked...

She went to

Valhalla, uh, within two hours of ingesting it.

So, based on forensic evidence, we may deduce that the victim was at Benzinger's

the night before her scheduled flight, with Commander Rabb,

two hours before her death?

-Objection. -[McBurney] Withdrawn.

Nothing further.

Ms. Sciuto, is this your report?

I can hold it closer, if you wish.

No, don't. I'll ralph.

Sorry, Your Honor.

Perhaps you don't need the glasses.

Yes, sir.

Thanks, sir.

Nice body art.

Thanks.

You should see my...

Never mind.

Ms. Sciuto, the decendent's body was in the river for months.

How can you be sure that your findings regarding

the stomach content are accurate?

Couldn't the vic have been whacked

way later than two hours after sucking pretzels

-at Benzinger's? -Way later? No way.

First off, ice rules as a preservative.

Second off, food doesn't stay in the stomach that long.

Carbs, that's, like, two hours, tops.

Third off, given technology,

we can nail that window pretty tight.

I mean, she got popped

and turned Popsicle in two hours.

-You say, "pretty tight." -Yeah.

Doesn't sound like "beyond a reasonable doubt" to me.

Everything the Bureau has on Bin Atwa...

and I did it in a day.

Education, training,

known associates, past ops.

This doesn't tell me about the man.

The man is a terrorist. What else is there to know?

Personal information. What's his favorite food?

What kind of wine does he enjoy?

The guy's a Muslim. He doesn't drink.

He drinks.

He eats. He cheats.

That's how we caught him in Nice.

See ya.

[McBurney] Dr. Mallard, you performed the autopsy

on Lieutenant Singer. Can you tell us when she died?

Uh, her body was discovered April 22.

But the poor girl was trapped in winter ice

and thawed with the spring.

I'd say she departed us

some three-and-a-half months previous.

That'd make it early January, right?

[Mallard] That would be about right.

Was Lieutenant Singer pregnant?

-Twenty weeks. -Can you tell us the extent

of the lieutenant's injuries, Doctor?

She suffered severe blunt force trauma

to the posterior of her skull.

Also, numerous fractures as she floated downriver,

going over Great Falls.

The head injury was the cause of death?

No. The lieutenant drowned.

[McBurney] She was still alive when her body entered the water?

Without question. I discovered water residue in her lungs.

What else did you discover?

On her left buttock,

I found a tattoo of a stalking leopard--

majestic, brilliant.

I've only seen one other like it,

on a, on a tango dancer

in Buenos Aires, who died of dehydration.

-I was on sabbatical then... -[McBurney] Doctor, I was asking

about Lieutenant Singer.

She wasn't in Buenos Aries.

Ah.

Ah, yes. [chuckles]

Yes. I found a metallic sliver in the wound

around the skull fracture

consistent with her head

hitting a railing

on the walkway bridge over the falls.

Before she went in the water.

So, based on your findings, would you say it's plausible

that someone caused the lieutenant's head injuries then, perhaps in panic,

threw her still-living body from the bridge into the river?

Objection. This goes beyond speculation, Your Honor.

-Now we're telling bedtime horror stories. -Sustained.

[McBurney] Thank you, Doctor. Nothing further.

Doctor, isn't it possible that the lieutenant's injuries

were the result of an accidental fall?

Well, the railing is very high.

It's quite unlikely.

Unless the lieutenant's unconscious body levitated

and dropped over the side.

-Thank you, Doctor. -I've heard--

[Rabb] I thought the interrogation was over, Gibbs.

Or are you just here to gloat?

Something's been bothering me, Commander, and it's not what's in here,

it's what's missing.

After you were informed of Lieutenant Singer's death,

and the death of the fetus that you thought was your brother's,

I'd assume you'd make a phone call to Russia.

But there's no record of that.

Not from your office or your cell.

Or from your home.

Well, that's what phone booths are for.

You went to a lot of effort to eliminate your brother as a suspect.

That's how you got your man.

I know.

Agent Gibbs, where exactly was the lieutenant's body discovered?

On the banks of the Potomac River, 1.3 miles below Great Falls.

-Did you locate her vehicle? -Yes. It was towed from a parking lot

-next to the falls. -Was the car dusted for prints?

There were only two sets of prints removed from the car,

the decedent's and Commander Rabb's.

When did the commander claim to have last seen Lieutenant Singer?

They met at Benzinger's bar the night before her scheduled flight.

According to his statement, he claimed to have spoken to his brother that same night.

-Did he ever explain why? -No.

[McBurney] Did the commander know the lieutenant was pregnant?

[Gibbs] He said he did.

Did he know who the father was?

He said he was unsure.

At that time,

did you ask for a DNA sample

-to determine paternity? -I did.

-What was his response? -He refused.

Was the commander cooperative during your investigation?

No, he was generally uncooperative.

[McBurney] Thank you. Your witness.

Agent Gibbs, all you really have is a car with the commander's fingerprints, isn't that right?

A car found less than a hundred yards from a murder scene, yes.

There's no murder weapon, correct?

The blood at the scene indicates she hit her head on a bridge railing.

Sounds like an accident.

-Objection, Your Honor. -[Coleman] Withdrawn.

Agent Gibbs, do you have anything to tie Commander Rabb directly

-to the crime scene? -Not directly, no.

You just have circumstantial evidence,

coincidences, from which you've manufactured a case

against the defendant, correct?

Do I even need to object to that,

-Your Honor? -Sustained.

Please refrain from supplying testimony, Commander.

[Coleman] Agent Gibbs, did you submit a request to the M.E.

for Commander Rabb's DNA profile?

[Gibbs] I did.

It didn't go through.

The ACLU might still have a problem.

What was your intent?

I believed, at the time, Commander Rabb was the killer.

My intent was justice.

[tapping]

Agent Gibbs, do you believe now that Commander Rabb is the killer?

Objection, Your Honor. Calls for an opinion.

As lead investigator, I believe Agent Gibbs is entitled to an opinion.

The witness will answer.

Agent Gibbs?

Going with my gut...

I'd say no, the commander's not the killer.

You really think Rabb's innocent?

Don't you?

What are we going to do?

I've got Bin Atwa to interrogate.

You're the ranking team member on this case now.

[McBurney] When did you plan on telling me

about your request for Rabb's DNA?

A request that didn't go, Counselor.

-You still crossed the line. -A line that shouldn't exist.

We should have access to a suspect's DNA.

Not your call. Circumstantial cases, I can handle.

Screw-ups and witness flip-flops on the stand, I can not.

[Coleman] Thanks for your honesty, Gibbs.

So, are you ready to talk about dismissing the charges, Jack?

-[phone rings] -Major McBurney.

Yeah. Really?

Wow. You are the girl of my dreams.

That was Abby.

-She's calling you? -Mmm.

We were separated at birth.

She's invited us to the lab. You should come,

partake of the wonders of science.

I got a series of latent partials.

So far, AFIS can't match them.

But check this out.

Did you analyze the handwriting?

[Sciuto] Yeah, it's definitely Commander Rabb's.

Let's log all this in evidence. I'd like the Members to see the genuine article.

Commander.

I think I have a counter to your offer to dismiss.

If the hat does fit,

you can't acquit.

Oh, come on, one of you would've said it if you'd have thought of it first.

Good job.

-Thanks. -Next time,

Abby, don't go calling lawyers.

You call me.

Plane's waiting for you at Norfolk.

You catch a helo at Naples out to the Chattanooga.

Bin Atwa. Names of his family, wives,

and mistresses. He loves great food,

goes to five-star restaurants.

Favorite dishes-- Moroccan.

Favorite wine-- Chateau Boulmont.

It's all there.

-Good. -Can I go with you?

No, but you can put your business suit

back in mothballs, and maybe stick around

for awhile.

Jethro Gibbs, NCIS.

Dawkins, the company. Heard somebody called the cops.

Well, I guess you NCI boys took this guy down.

You deserve a shot at cracking him.

We got him cleaned up.

Gave him a nice dinner, just like you asked.

-One problem, though. -Yeah, what's that?

We heard you're planning on giving him booze.

It's against regs. We don't want any impaired testimony

being tossed out of court.

Not interested in court.

[Blackadder] Good morning, Tony.

What are you doing? That investigation's wrapped up.

Is it?

You're in Gibbs' camp now?

"Rabb didn't do it."

Think outside the FBI box for a sec, Viv.

It's too perfect. I'm a cop. It just doesn't sit right.

Sits all right from where I stand.

Dobbs found Rabb's cover upriver,

near the bridge where Lieutenant Singer was killed,

but her body floated all the way down to here?

So the cover got caught up in some branches.

I don't think so.

You really are sounding like Gibbs.

[McBurney] Lieutenant Roberts, the day before

Lieutenant Singer was presumed murdered,

did you witness an encounter between her and Commander Rabb?

I overheard a conversation, sir.

Do you recall what was said?

Uh, the commander wanted to see Lieutenant

-after work to talk. -Did she refuse him?

At first, yes, sir.

[McBurney] What happened then?

I'm sorry, sir. I just don't have the time.

Look, let's have dinner.

Is it the commander's practice to go around grabbing junior officers?

-No, sir. -So it was just this once?

-Yes... I mean no. -Which one, Lieutenant?

Objection. Counsel is badgering.

The witness is a Naval officer and a JAG lawyer, Commander. He can handle it.

Lieutenant, please answer the question.

The Commander does not make it a habit to grab anyone.

Just this once, he was agitated.

It's not unusual with Lieutenant Singer.

-By agitated, you mean angry? -Yes, but I mean--

Thank you, Lieutenant. No further questions, Your Honor.

-How was the lamb tagine? -Very good.

But it lacks, uh... zest.

Harissa.

Best our chef here could do was canned chili paste.

You know your cuisine.

Well, Marines travel.

Yes. They do.

Do you ever go to the South of France?

Not as often as I'd like.

Ah. If you're ever in Marseilles,

-there is a magnificent place-- -Ras El Hanout.

You know it.

Yes.

Again, you surprise me.

A toast.

To the French, who know how Morocco should taste.

-So, was it the cuisine that drew you to Nice? -Mm, hardly.

Nah. In Nice, it's the women.

The food is so much expensive honey to catch the flies.

No.

I'll tell you the best food I had in a very long time.

There's a restaurant in Toulon,

near the water. Ahaggar.

I ate there last summer.

The kibbeh was bland. The qouzi was mushy.

-The gmameh is inedible. -You cannot be talking about the same restaurant.

-Well, maybe they changed the chef. -Perhaps.

The gmameh I had last week was...

incredible.

I knew Gibbs could get it.

Get what?

Where Bit Atwa was before we picked him up.

Toulon.

What are you two doing standing here?

Get on it.

Yes, sir.

-Thanks. -We have our boy back there?

-Yeah, he's all yours. -What'd you get out of him?

A good restaurant in Toulon.

Cops.

Petty Officer Coates, you were present at Benzinger's

the night Commander Rabb met with Lieutenant Singer. Is that right?

Yes, sir. I was in the next booth.

-You overhead their conversation? -Yes, sir.

Do you recall what was said?

Not all the words, but the sense of it, sir.

The lieutenant was pregnant, and the commander thought

his brother Sergei was the father.

[McBurney] What did the commander want the lieutenant to do?

He wanted her to call his brother Sergei in Russia

to give him a say in the child's future.

Only Lieutenant Singer told Commander Rabb

the baby wasn't Sergei's.

Did he believe her?

-No, sir. -What happened then?

[Coates] That's when Lieutenant Singer told the commander

she was giving the baby up for adoption.

[McBurney] And how did the commander react to that?

-This isn't over. -That sounds like a threat.

Sounds like a threat to me.

-[Coleman] Objection. -Withdrawn.

Is there anything else

you remember, Petty Officer?

Yes, sir.

She took off, and he followed her out.

Thank you.

Petty Officer, has Commander Rabb ever displayed anger toward you?

-No, ma'am. Never, ma'am. -Has he ever threatened you?

Has he ever grabbed you or otherwise put his hands on you?

Absolutely not, ma'am.

Thank you, Petty Officer.

Redirect, your Honor.

Go ahead, Counselor.

Petty Officer, have you ever seen

a man strike a woman in anger before?

-Petty Officer? -Yes, sir.

I-I saw my father strike my mother.

That night at Benzinger's, did you see

that kind of anger in Commander Rabb?

Objection, Your Honor.

-Calls for speculation. -Overruled.

I'd like to hear the answer.

Petty Officer?

Did you see that kind of anger?

Yes, sir.

Thank you,

Petty Officer.

No further questions, Your Honor.

Sir, we have the Washington MTAC on the VTC.

[Morrow] Ten days ago, five million was sent

from a hawala money broker in Toulon to a hawala in Tunis.

-Do we have any assets in Tunis, Director? -Not at the moment.

But our friends up the river do. Of course, they'll take the credit.

Who gets the photo op doesn't matter.

I'll remember that at our next appropriations hearing.

But you're right, of course.

Use whoever you have to, to stop that attack.

What do you got for me?

Well, I tested the sediment in the fibers in the cover.

There were high concentrations

of quartz, feldspar and kaolinite.

I flunked Earth science, Abby.

-It's river silt. -Yeah, which wasn't present

in anywhere near these levels

when I tested Lieutenant Singer's uniform.

And that's because she plunged into the river in January

and spent the next few months packed in ice.

And it's only in the last couple of weeks

the river's been raging with the spring thaw.

-Kicking up silt. -Yeah, this cover is definitely a spring look.

There's no way it was out there four months.

It's a plant.

Gibbs' gut was right.

We got the wrong man.

I love Naples. If you're looking for a restaurant--

Looks like the gray hull attack is coming out of Tunis.

Got word of a money transfer, $5 million

from Bin Atwa to the executor.

That puts it in the Western Med.

Uh-huh.

You need something.

You got people in Tunis, we don't.

We locate Mohammed, we'll take him down.

Attack's going to be on a Navy asset. We bothtake him down.

Complicated. Who gets credit?

You do.

Deal.

Sir, you have a call on the VTC.

We got confirmation from Abby on the cover. It's definitely a plant.

We also got Rabb's brother Sergei's service record from Russia.

He's got the same blood type as Rabb.

-He's not the father, either. -So we went through

Lieutenant Singer's credit card history.

Traced her social life, going back over the last year.

[Blackadder] Except for the months at sea ,

starting last May, every Wednesday,

the Lieutenant had dinner for two.

Different restaurants, but same time.

-Question is, who with? -Do a canvass.

Already did.

We showed the lieutenant's picture around.

We asked if anybody recalled anything ,

a face, a name dropped in conversation, angry words...

This waiter at an Italian restaurant

remembers an ugly incident.

Tiramisu turned into a projectile.

He gave us enough to start putting together a sketch.

He's our guy, somehow, he got ahold of Rabb's cover.

Check the JAG security log. Go back four weeks.

Compare the sketch to service photos.

That's going to be a lot of people.

Yeah, well, one of them paid a visit to Rabb.

Look for someone with an ax to grind.

-Got it. -Tony, nail this guy fast.

-I need your ass out here. -Alone?

Bring whoever you need.

[Coleman] Before we start, I want you to know

I've advised my client against this interview.

[DiNozzo] As you know, your cover

was found near the scene of the crime.

You want to know

-how it got there. -We know.

It was planted.

Looks like you may be off the hook, Commander.

[Blackadder] We did some checking into

Lieutenant Singer's love life.

She was seen having dinner and drinks

-with a sandy-haired man. -My brother, at Benzinger's Bar.

[Blackadder] No, no, no. This guy was older.

And they never met at Benzinger's.

Checked the JAG security log. We've got a suspect.

We just need to know if he had the opportunity.

That son of a bitch.

He did it right in front of me.

That's all we needed to know.

Thank you, Commander.

Tell Gibbs I owe him.

Back in Baltimore, where I worked homicide in a former life,

we had this case. It sounds like a joke. This gynecologist

walks into this strip club, but it's true, I swear to God,

this gynecologist goes to this club.

And he likes one of the girls, right?

And she likes him enough,

she starts letting him take her out.

Stuff happens. Next thing you know,

the stripper is blackmailing

the gynecologist, right?

She threatens to tell his wife.

So, the gyno pays two guys to kill her.

I'm really not one for jokes, Agent DiNozzo.

Okay.

Another story.

Locanda Orchidea.

I heard they have a good veal piccata.

I wouldn't know.

White Horse Inn, "Jacques' Bistro, Sammy's..."

You don't know them, either?

No.

[DiNozzo] Huh!

Transcripts. Your recent interviews with JAG personnel.

In seven hours of conversation,

you mentioned Lieutenant Singer 14 times.

You showed an unusual interest.

I was just doing my job.

The night Lieutenant Singer was killed,

you cashed a $5,000 check

at Easy Al's Check Cashing.

The next day, you deposited the money, minus a $100 service charge,

back into your account. Guess you didn't need it, after all.

What are you doing looking at my bank statements?

Did you have a warrant? Because, if you didn't have a warrant--

Oh, I got the warrant.

She need cash for an abortion?

Oh, wait. You're a family man.

What am I saying?

You've got a wife and kids, beautiful.

It was hush money, right?

She was going to tell that pretty wife of yours.

Is the joke over?

Because it wasn't very funny.

Bear with me. It will be.

So, this gynecologist,

he has this stripper whacked. Problem solved, right?

Wrong! Guy gets nervous.

Sets it up so another doctor at his practice,

a rival, looks like the killer.

He plants evidence, and it's a good idea, in theory.

But the finger comes pointing back to him.

Rabb's supposed to have lost his cover during the struggle with Singer,

meaning it would have been out there for four months,

but our tests show that it was more like four weeks.

So, I checked the JAG security log,

and what do you know? A month ago, you were there

in Commander Rabb's office.

You know, technology's an amazing thing.

We can pick up latent prints that,

a year ago, would have gone undetected.

You know why I always nail the doctors and the lawyers?

They overthink. End of joke.

You probably know your Article 31 rights,

but I kind of like reading 'em.

No. Wait.

The truth is, this was all an accident.

Oh, hold up. You're going to have to explain thatone.

The lieutenant threatened me. She threatened my family.

We argued. She turned to leave. I-I tried to stop her.

I-I-I grabbed her. We-we struggled.

She-she fell over the railing.

I was going to call for help, but it was too late.

The river had taken her away.

And... I was... I was just too scared.

It's a good story. A couple of small problems.

We found her blood on the bridge where she "slipped"

and hit her head on the railing.

And I'm sure youthought she was dead, that you'd killed her.

Maybe you reached for your phone, but you had another idea.

Lieutenant Singer didn't fall in the river, Commander...

she was thrown.

And she drowned, Commander. And that was no accident.

By the way, we checked the baby's blood type against your service record.

Child wasn't yours.

[Dawkins] The $5 million Bin Atwa forwarded

through the hawala broker network

was picked up four days ago, cash.

Signature, "K. Zahari."

You think Zahari is Hasan Mohammed, our triggerman?

I don't know.

If the cash is moving, the clock's ticking.

By the way, our skipper told me your packages arrived

looking a little jet-lagged.

[chuckling] A little sleepy?

I got word that Lindsey plead out.

Involuntary manslaughter.

Eight years in Leavenworth. And get this.

Abby finally pulled the destination off

Lieutenant Singer's plane ticket. Designation wasn't "S-A-N."

It was "S-N-N." She wasn't going to San Diego.

She was going to Shannon, Ireland.

Shannon. Why?

Don't know.

Maybe to see the baby's father.

I mean, we know it wasn't Lindsey.

Yeah. It wasn't Rabb or his brother.

Still don't know who the dad is.

If it wasn't the killer, who cares?

I've got the director, sir.

Put it up, Senior Chief.

Khalil Zahari listed as the Director of the Institute

of Advanced Oceanography in Tunis.

Institute's a nonprofit, no assets,

apart from a 30-year-old fishing trawler.

Until a few days ago, when they bought

an unmanned submersible

Asking price: $5 million.

Took delivery 58 hours ago in Sorrento.

Give me a list of all ports with naval assets

within a 58-hour sail of Sorrento.

-Naples. -Too secure.

-[Dawkins] Cannes? -[Gibbs] Same thing.

A 30-year-old fishing trawler's not enough boat

to ferry an unmanned submersible.

Run a list of all research vessels leased

in the last year,

90 tons or more.

[Dawkins] "Woods Hole, National Geographic..."

[Gibbs] Institute of Advanced Oceanography leased

the Deep Blue Explorer,

Panama registry.

Check with the coastal cops.

See if they've submitted a navigational plan.

[man] Aye, sir.

Spanish Coastal Civil Guard Patrol has Deep Blue Explorer

charting a course for Cadiz.

-Rota. -A carrier pulled into Rota

this morning, on its way home from the Gulf.

Hey, how's your Spanish?

[device beeps]

[in Arabic] Loaded and ready, boss.

[in English] Get a shot of everyone, tight as you can.

Let me know when you get a match.

[in Spanish] Sir, how much is it?

[man] It's $6.40 per kilogram.

[Gibbs] No, it's too much.

That's too much.

[female tech in English] Negative match.

Negative match.

-We have a match. -We got an I.D. It's Mohammed.

Mohammed's the captain.

[grunts]

Move in.

[in Spanish] I have your provision.

[man] No, there is a mistake.

As I said.

They are not for us.

Go away.

[in English] Okay. Hey, hey!

[in Spanish] Here is the bill.

[in English] Get ready.

Viv? Viv, look at me.

It's too late, isn't it?

-He ducked into the pilothouse. -Let's go.

[in Spanish] Captain!

[grunts]

[rapid gunfire]

[engine revving]

[in English] Secure the submersible!

[DiNozzo] Got it!

I'm sorry. I almost blew it.

Almost?

I still like you.

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