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Rod, wake up.

- What?
- I heard a noise.

Come on. Aren't you gonna check?

Check what?

That.

It's probably just Bella.

Rod?

Rod?

Damn it, Rod,
why didn't you answer me?

You scared the hell out of me.

Turn over and lay on your stomach.

Do as I say and you won't get hurt.

Do it.

It's 3:00 in the morning,

you hear a strange noise in your house,

- what do you do?
- Slide the pistol from under my pillow,

- and I go after the guy.
- I'm talking about real people, Kate.

Why do they always feel the need
to go and look?

It's called human nature, Tony.

Let me guess.
You're that person in a horror movie

that decides that
since all your friends are dead,

you really need to go check out
the demonic breathing noise

down in the basement?

Well, that beats being the girl
who twists her ankle

and gets everybody else killed.

You sleep with a gun under your pillow
every night?

- Well, it depends.
- On what?

On who I'm sleeping with.

Oh!

I'm sorry.
I didn't mean that the way it sounded.

I mean,
Tony just asked me what I would do

if a man came into my bedroom
and I said it depends.

I mean, it doesn't depend on the man.

Tony, could you
help me out here, please?

- She sleeps with a gun, boss.
- That true?

Sort of. Sometimes.

Yes.

Good girl.

What do we know about last night?

Not much.

The fugitive is a former SEAL
named Jack Curtin.

He somehow managed to escape
from Leavenworth,

and nobody seems to know how.

We do know
he broke into a house at 03:40

and scared the hell out of two civilians
before stealing the guy's clothes.

Get me everything on him,
birth to last night.

I thought Leavenworth
was Army CID jurisdiction?

CID's gonna search where he's been,
we're gonna find out where he's going.

Have Leavenworth pack up Curtin's cell,
overnight it to Abby.

I want everything
but the paint on the walls.

- You got it.
- Do we know what this guy was in for?

Same thing I'm gonna be
if you don't get your ass moving.

Right.

Murder.

And you didn't even use a lifeline.

What makes you so sure
he's not running to Canada or Mexico?

He spent a year in pretrial confinement.

If he wanted to run,
he wouldn't have waited

until he was sent to Leavenworth.

Well, if he wanted to kidnap his kid,
he could've done that back then, too.

- Well, yeah, there is that.
- So why are we here?

I want you to keep an eye on his son
till I can arrange for a protection detail.

Is that a nice way of saying baby-sit?

Hey, you're catching on.

Has your grandson
received any calls or letters

from his father recently?

No. And if he did,
I wouldn't let him hear or read them.

Has he had any contact with his father
since you were awarded custody?

We were granted custody because
his father murdered two people.

One of them was his mother,
our daughter.

So why would we give him visitation?

You think
Jack might try to contact Kevin.

- It's a possibility.
- Oh, my God, or he might...

I'm gonna go out front.

I'll take you out in a few minutes, Kevin.

- I can go by myself.
- We're almost done.

I wanna go now.

With that attitude
you're not going anywhere.

Nice board. Mind if I check it out?

Yeah, I do.

- He's angry.
- Yeah. I don't blame him.

All he does is ride that skateboard
or sit by himself and draw.

His father
is probably running for a border.

But I'm gonna leave Agent Todd here
for a while.

If the phone rings, you let her answer it.

- You on a roll?
- Aren't I always?

- Guess you don't need this, then, huh?
- You need it, I like it.

Kate get you the stuff from Curtin's cell?

- It's on its way. Kate rules.
- Thought Abby ruled.

Good women
don't mind sharing a throne, Gibbs.

How about just
sharing what you found, Abs?

I will, when I find it.

I'm still downloading the SAINT data
from Leavenworth.

- That's one acronym I don't know.
- It's like LoJack for inmates.

It should be able to tell us when
and where our chicken flew the coop.

I am much more interested in how,
and with whose help.

- Got it.
- Good.

I haven't had anything to do
with Petty Officer Curtin

since I prosecuted the case.

Where'd he run after the murders?

He didn't.
He was the one who called the police.

- He called the police on himself?
- Insisted he was innocent.

Claimed he came home
and found them dead.

Victim of circumstance.

He said his wife might have been
involved with drug dealers.

It all fell apart pretty fast.

- He end up confessing?
- No.

But he had both victims' blood
all over him,

and his fingerprints
were on the murder weapon.

It was pretty obvious what happened.

He came home, found his wife upstairs
with the cable guy, and lost it.

Guess he picked the wrong housewife
to give a free upgrade, huh?

Is that your idea of humour,
Special Agent DiNozzo?

Is that your idea of a sharp pencil?

You know which one I'm talking about.

Not gonna poke anyone's eye out
with that one.

- Are we finished here?
- Was the cable guy doing the missus?

Actually, he really was
just fixing the cable.

- Curtin was just paranoid and freaked.
- Why wasn't he on death row?

He was granted leniency
due to post-traumatic stress.

From the cable going out?

Slightly amusing?

Come on, Counsellor,

you gotta give me something
to work with here.

- I have clients to see, Agent DiNozzo.
- Why did Curtin freak?

Everyone thinks
because the Taliban fell fast,

it was a cakewalk.

But for the guys over there,
it was anything but.

Anybody testify on his behalf?
Someone he would go to for help?

Curtin heloed into Afghanistan
on September 12th

with nothing but an MP5,
a K-Bar knife, and a radio.

Doesn't strike me
as the kind of guy who needs help.

I appreciate your help,

Commander Coleman.

It's been a lot of laughs.

Now that's funny.

Petty Officer First Class Jack Curtin.
He's hard-core, boss.

Yeah?

What's your definition of hard-core?

Grew up in foster homes. Enlisted at 17.

Went from boot camp to BUDS,
which is unusual.

Went through hell in Afghanistan,
which apparently isn't.

His entire SEAL team
showed up at his trial

as character witnesses.

- Where's his team now?
- Mostly deployed.

Tony, I'm going to need you to go...

Track them down,
and see if Curtin contacted them?

Or I could let you finish your question.

You have the name
of the team commander?

- Current or past?
- Both.

Current's location is classified.

Satcom can be arranged
as soon as he becomes available

- and when that'll be is...
- Classified.

Unknown.

Past is stationed at Little Creek.
A Commander William Foley.

Where exactly at Little Creek?

There, exactly.

It's a brave new world, boss.

Well, if he's looking for help
from an old teammate,

he'll have to go to Iraq to get it.

- You're here.
- Hazards of promotion.

Have you had any contact with Curtin
since his conviction?

No. Not that I'd avoid it.

Jack was a good man.

He's convicted of killing two people.

Agent Gibbs,

you know what it's like
to spend every free moment

dreaming about being home again,

hugging your wife,
hearing your kids laugh,

only to come home
and learn it's all gone?

It doesn't justify murder.

I didn't say it did.

Anything else?

Not for the moment.

That's very Jack Webb.

Thanks.

Curtin definitely did his homework.

You got my attention, Abs.
How'd he get out?

According to the computer, he didn't.

I hate riddles.

SAINT tracks both inmates and guards

through a single source data system
that compares information

on a digital smartcard
that every inmate is required to carry,

with some aspect of their physiology.

How about an explanation
that doesn't require a digital smartcard?

Okay.

You got a fingerprint. You got a card.
You swipe, you press, match-match.

The computer knows who you are
and where you are.

The readers are in every cell

and every entryway
to locations within the prison.

So there's no need
for bed checks or roll calls.

You save time, you save money.
Everybody wins.

Until an inmate hacks the system.

Until an inmate hacks the system.

It was maximum security.

They don't get pencils,
much less a laptop.

Yes, but they do give them toothpaste.

At first, I thought he molded
a duplicate of his finger,

- but...
- It's a guard's finger.

That's what I love about you, Gibbs.
Always one finger ahead.

- Find out which guard.
- I already have.

SAINT had the guard logged
at the prison laundry

for the last 22 hours.

Which is odd for several reasons,

but especially because
it was his day off.

Curtin used the fake finger
to get to the laundry.

And he hid in a hamper,
and he went out with the whites.

How'd he get the guard's finger
to make the mold?

Easy. Kicked sand in his face.
Watch this.

Curtin did a few fingertip pull-ups,

and then challenged the guard
to do the same.

And I'm guessing
that's not dirt he found above the door.

And I'm guessing that
you're looking in the wrong direction,

just like the guard. Watch.

So a finger he made of this
fooled the computer.

The biometric readers note lines
and ridges in three dimensions.

They don't check for a pulse.

A finger's useless
without the smartcard that goes with it.

The guard lost his card
two weeks after Curtin arrived.

In the incident report,
he claimed that his dog ate it.

It didn't work for me in the sixth grade.

You're a late bloomer, Gibbs.
It didn't work for me in the second.

They don't have a way
to disable lost cards?

They do, but they didn't.

- Guess they figured without the finger...
- Exactly.

Well, they fingered wrong.

McGee.

Kate. Checking out a noise
in the kitchen.

Roger. Standing by.

Kevin, what are you doing?

Nothing.

Oh, jeez.

Code 4, McGee.

- Just a little spilt milk.
- Roger, that.

You've gotta get back to bed, buddy.
It's late.

- I'm hungry.
- Have a piece of fruit.

I hate fruit.

Bananas.

They're the closest thing
to not being a fruit that a fruit can be.

I don't know what that means, either.
Just go to bed.

What about the floor?
If my grandma sees this, she...

Don't worry about the floor.
I got it, okay?

It's not a big deal, all right?

I've got the floor.

You just need to go back to bed
for me, okay...

One word,

and the milk won't be
the only thing spilled on the floor.

The whole neighbourhood
is under surveillance.

You'll never get away with him.

I didn't come here to take him away.

I came to say goodbye.

I never got a chance to say goodbye.

You could've just called, written a letter.

You don't have kids, do you?

He needs to know that I love him,

and that this is the best place
for him now.

So you can run away
without feeling guilty?

I shouldn't have to run at all.

Open your mouth. Open wide. Okay.

There you go. It's not too tight.

Is it scary in jail?

Sometimes.

'Cause there's guys bigger than you?

Well,

there's a lot of different reasons.

You think about your mom a lot?

Yeah.

So do I.

Kate. McGee. You got a sitrep for me?

Kate, you there? Come in.

No, don't go.

- I have to.
- No, Dad, please.

Radio check. Kate, you there?

- Where is he?
- In the back bedroom with Kevin.

My hands.

Give me your phone.

This is NCIS Special Agent Todd.

We need immediate assistance
at 10600 Vincent.

We've got an armed federal escapee
inside the house.

Clear.

You can't shoot him!

Oh, man.

- Come here, bud.
- What's going on?

He was here, now he's gone.

No!

- Kevin?
- It's okay.

- Kevin, you all right?
- Let me go.

Go after him.
I'm gonna go back out front

and see if he parked his car.

No. Tell them you found his car.

On the radio, notify the team,
tell them you found his car,

and you got it covered.

Kevin, do you know
where your father's going?

Bravo 4, this is Bravo 1.

We've found Curtin's vehicle.

Got it covered.
Repeat, we have found his vehicle.

- Standing by.
- Copy that.

- Damn.
- You think it'll work?

We'll find out.

It's okay.

Stop! Get out of the car now!
Get out of the car!

Okay. Okay.

Out of the way!

- Checkpoints up?
- On all the major roads.

APB went out on the car.
He got away in at 0400.

One of the deputies just found
an old pickup with Missouri plates.

- Reported stolen yesterday morning.
- Sounds like our guy's.

Impound it? Bring it to the garage?

No, there's no time.
Bag everything, get it to Abby.

- Will do, sir.
- Bag the windshield fragments, too.

Get them to Abby. Then take photos.

Both scenes.

What're you doing down here?

Oh, main office
needed a temporary refill.

- I was low on the pole.
- Yeah, we got a lot of people out sick.

Some kind of gastrointestinal bug
going around.

You didn't use our toilet, did you?

Curtin snuck in last night.
I didn't hear him.

He came to say goodbye to his boy.

And while he was saying goodbye?

I was tied up in the living room.

He has my weapon.

But I hit him with the shotgun.

- How bad?
- Don't know.

Contact the ERs in the area.

Tell them to be on the lookout
for a GSV.

- And get them Curtin's photo.
- Okay.

- Where's the boy?
- In his room.

- You think he swam?
- Who?

Leavenworth's in Kansas.

The truck's from Missouri.

Little thing called the Mississippi
between the two.

Well, actually
there's a little thing called 200 miles

between Leavenworth
and the Mississippi.

Try the Missouri.

Same thing. Potato, potato.

All we know is,
this guy swam across a big-ass river.

You enjoy this, don't you?

- Having fun at your expense?
- Yeah.

Really a lot.

Are you gonna arrest me?

For helping your dad?

No.

We don't arrest boys for that.

Thought you might be hungry.

You know, when I was a kid,
we used to take roller skates apart

and nail them onto boards.
Pretty unbelievable, huh?

Yeah, I'd be speechless, too.

I'm gonna guess that's your dad.

- Is he going to shoot someone, Kevin?
- Don't wanna talk about it.

I understand that.

Hardest thing for guys like us is talking.

What do you mean, "guys like us"?

I don't know,
you just seem a little bottled up.

Like me.

Everyone thinks I should just spew,
you know?

Yeah.

Oh, yeah. Yeah, I know.

What are you bottled up about?

I let a guy get away from me.

Bad guy. He shot one of my people.

- Shot me.
- Where?

Bothers me that I can't find him.

But I'm gonna find him.

I'm not gonna help you catch my dad.

That's okay.

Oh, yeah. That's okay.

"Ladies and gentlemen,

"I want a hard-target search

"of every residence, gas station,
farmhouse, hen house,

"doghouse and outhouse in the area,
you got that?

"Good! Now, turn off those cameras
and get out of the way."

Accent's still not right.

Damn!

It's too Arkansas,
Tommy Lee's more Texas.

You got to think more untamed,
in-your-face.

Where's the stuff from Curtin's car?

It's there,
but you're gonna wanna see this first.

I haven't done a precipitin yet,

but unless someone else
was shot recently

inside the car that Curtin carjacked,

I think Kate just unsealed our SEAL.

- First shot, too.
- How can you tell?

See the crenellated marks?

That's caused from blood spray
hitting a perpendicular surface

- at a pretty good clip.
- How do you know it's the first shot?

The first shot hit home

and caused the blood to splatter
inside the car.

The second...

Blasted the stained glass
onto the street.

Stained glass.
That's very spiritual, Gibbs.

How severe a wound?

From a close-range blast
with a double-ought buck,

and considering his position
behind the wheel,

and the fact that
he hasn't turned up dead yet,

I'd say that he probably just got grazed,
or he's down to one arm.

What're you looking for?

- This.
- It's from the glove compartment.

Yeah, never known anyone
who'd keep gloves in there.

Well, now you do.

- You wanna know why?
- Not really.

- I don't like the sun.
- Abby.

So, when I have to go put gas in my car,

I have these vintage
elbow-length gloves.

Black?

Yes, they match
my black lace vintage parasol.

At a gas station?

Well, yeah.
You can't be too careful, Gibbs,

and you can't have an indoor gas station
'cause of all the fumes.

- Abby?
- Yeah.

- Can we move on?
- Sure.

It's a map of Washington, DC.

- The new one.
- So?

This one isn't.

My guess is,

he didn't know he had a DC map
in the glove compartment,

so he bought a new one.

Kevin obviously thinks
his dad is out to shoot somebody.

He told me
his dad has gotta find someone

- and then he's gonna give himself up.
- Does he know who it is?

No. But he seems to know something
about the plan after he finds him.

If Curtin's like most inmates,

he blames everyone but himself
for his conviction.

There was a new DC road map
in the car he abandoned.

Both of the JAG lawyers
involved in his trial had DC addresses.

- What about the judge?
- Retired. Lives in El Paso.

Curtin also did right by all three of them.

Coleman didn't even contest
the post-traumatic stress diagnosis.

Plus, the judge was lenient
in sentencing.

So, who's he after?

Curtin told me
he shouldn't have to run at all.

He's always insisted he was innocent.

So, you're saying we should be looking
for a one-armed man.

- Very funny.
- Maybe we should.

Are you kidding, boss?

The repairman
really was fixing the cable,

the lawyers were professional,
the judge was fair.

Maybe the one person
that Curtin still has a beef with

is the one who killed his wife.

He's not running.

He's chasing.

Nothing from area hospitals.

Still checking smaller clinics,
as well as doctors' offices.

- He could have seen a vet.
- Tony's marking that territory.

- Cute.
- I thought so.

I didn't.

- Nothing from the vets, boss.
- APB on the car?

- Nothing.
- Tired of hearing that word.

- We think Curtin's innocent, right?
- Maybe.

Assume he's innocent,
for the sake of argument.

- Why?
- Because I said to.

- Innocent. Sure. Why not?
- Go on.

If Curtin's innocent,

and he's going after the guy
that murdered his wife

and the cable repairman...

I don't think he cares
about the cable repairman.

If Curtin knows the murderer,

why didn't he say so
when he was arrested?

He did. He said he thought
it might have been drug dealers.

Generic. Not specific.

He's going out
to get someone specific now.

He didn't know.

He found out who slit their throats
while he was in prison.

What about the stuff
that was in his cell?

Be here in 20 minutes.

But I have a list
of everything that's coming.

Curtin's cell had seven large file boxes

containing appeals, police reports,
detective notes, crime scene photos,

phone records
and an official trial record.

He found something
in one of those boxes

- that told him who killed his wife.
- If he's innocent.

We're gonna reinvestigate this case,
from top to bottom.

Get both of those JAG lawyers in here.

Kate, take prosecution. Tony, defence.

- On it.
- On it.

Central Files.

I need all our records on a murder case,
three years ago.

- Hi...
- Petty Officer First Class Jack D. Curtin.

I wanna know
who here investigated the case.

No. No, you will not call me back.
I'll hold.

This is Special Agent Kate Todd
from NCIS.

What the hell are you doing?

Can you form a sentence,
Agent McGee?

NCIS investigator was
Special Agent Clay Williamson, sir.

- That's a good sentence.
- He's retired and living on a boat.

Gets his mail every three months
in Tahiti.

- What kind of boat?
- I don't know, sir.

But I was able to download
his investigation from Central Files.

I want the evidence custody document
so we can get...

Already got it, sir.

I can call Norfolk
and have the evidence transferred here.

How fast?

Joint Forces Command
has a helo shuttle to the Pentagon.

- Do it.
- Okay, yes, sir.

- You don't have to call me "sir."
- No, sir.

Lawyers?

Commander Coleman
is unhappily on her way.

The defence lawyer told me to shove it.

The message was actually delivered
by his assistant,

but he assured me it was verbatim.

- I want him here, DiNozzo.
- Boss, he's no longer a JAG.

He's a $400-an-hour Beltway lawyer
with really nice shoes.

DiNozzo, I don't care.

I don't care
if he's wearing Armani or Prada,

or Ermen-something Zegna.
Get his ass here!

It's Ermenegildo Zegna, boss.

Just so you know.

Evidence is on its way,

boss.

I'm gonna own your house,
Agent DiNozzo.

I rent.

You know what
the federal minimums are

for aggravated assault
under cover of authority,

kidnapping, false imprisonment?

Well, you know, I don't,

but I'm sure my boss,
Special Agent Jethro Gibbs, does.

Very subtle, DiNozzo.

Shooting him
just seemed so ham-fisted.

Whatever it takes.

Uncuff him
so he can say hello to an old friend.

I prefer him in cuffs.

Wish I'd have known that
when we were at JAG.

I want every photograph,
witness statement,

lab report, autopsy report,

and anything else you find
in these boxes re-examined.

Petty Officer Curtin
may be innocent now,

but if we don't find who he's after,
he will not be for long.

Innocent?

I believe Curtin told his son
that he escaped from jail

to get the person
who murdered his mother.

And what was he going to tell his son,
"I murdered your mother"?

You had no eyewitnesses,
no confession.

I had enough evidence
to get a conviction.

Guilty or innocent, you are both here
to help us find who he is after

before another murder is committed.

Okay. If Curtin can prove he's innocent,
why didn't he just tell the authorities?

- Would you listen?
- No, but if I was innocent,

I'd keep telling people
until someone did.

I wouldn't escape from prison
and go after the killer myself.

That's why women
aren't allowed in the SEALs.

Because we think
with the head on our shoulders?

They remind you of anybody?

- No.
- No.

Me, neither.

Evidence from Norfolk.

Top box is autopsy.

The rest is evidence
collected at the scene.

Top box goes on the table for Ducky.
Everything else goes to the lab.

- You take Abby with you.
- I'm on her.

It. I'm on it, sir.

I'm sorry.

No drugs found in either victim's blood.

Special Agent Williamson,
who investigated,

found he's sailing
a 13-meter ketch, boss.

Must be married.
You can't single-hand a ketch.

Take it you're not building a ketch
in your basement.

Of course not.
The basement's too small.

Know what,
if I was getting $500 an hour

I wouldn't care
how long this little sidebar went on,

but since I'm here pro bono, can we...

Special Agent Williamson
had a drug tox screen

done on the wife's hair. Nothing.

Okay. Curtin's drug dealer idea
didn't pan out. What did?

Curtin was convinced
his wife was having an affair.

Petty Officer Curtin was paranoid.

First, drug dealers did it.
When that didn't pan out, it was a lover.

Was he paranoid?

- No.
- Yes.

- Proof?
- Pass this, please.

The court-appointed psychiatrist

found Curtin experienced
severe insomnia in Afghanistan.

- Who didn't?
- Sleep deprivation can cause paranoia.

So can a wife
who's cutting another guy's jib.

Curtin's the type of guy
who intimidates other SEALs.

Who's gonna make a move on his wife?

Maybe she was the one
making the moves.

Where are her phone records?

There was nothing in them
to indicate she had a lover.

Unfortunately, she's right.

I checked out every number
she called while he was overseas.

- Did you check her cell phone calls?
- She didn't have a cell phone.

- That's odd.
- Everyone has a cell phone.

- I have a cell phone.
- Well, she didn't.

Evidently her husband thought she did.

He subpoenaed every
cell phone company in Virginia.

Verizon, Sprint, AT&T Wireless.
And there's more.

These are subpoenas
for prepaid cell phone providers.

Floor 4 Wireless, Bingham Wireless,

sharkphone. Com,
zophone. Com, nophone. Com...

Houston, the cell phone has landed.

Prepaid cell phone records
for one Margaret Curtin

from upfrontphone. Com.

And the date on the subpoena
was four weeks ago.

Court's adjourned.

Thanks
for your cooperation, Counsellors.

Special Agent Todd will escort you out.
Tony, get on those numbers.

- You'll let me know how this turns out?
- Of course.

Afraid you put an innocent man
in Leavenworth, Faith?

Yes. But innocent or not,
I still kicked your ass.

- Hey, Pacci.
- Tony! How's the shoulder?

- Getting there.
- You got a minute, Gibbs?

- No, not really.
- Been working a hot case?

Smoking!

Tony, I'm gonna check on Ducky,
then Abby.

- Give me a... Call me the second...
- I find anything. I got it, boss.

Pacci?

- What do you need?
- No, you're busy. It's a cold case.

What's one more day?

I think I got something useful
from his accent.

- What?
- The terrorist.

He had a definite Euro accent,
but he occasionally used British syntax.

I think his higher education
was in the British Isles.

Yeah. Well, that's all I have
for the moment on that bastard.

But on the one who did these murders,
I've just found something really useful.

The ME misread the cause of death.

You'd think it was so obvious.

A massive loss of blood
from a kitchen knife.

I mean, he sliced them from ear to ear.
The attack was so vicious,

that both victims
were nearly decapitated.

- That didn't cause their death?
- No.

The ME missed that they both also

had fractures of the cervical spine.

- Their necks were broken.
- Precisely. Yes.

The killer incapacitated each victim

with a violent, and most likely fatal,
twist of the head.

- Duck, I get the idea.
- Anyway, he slit their throats.

Probably, to cover up the fact
that he knew how to kill with his hands.

- Like a Navy SEAL.
- Yes.

Which brings us back
to Petty Officer Curtin.

- I've said all along, he's guilty.
- Nothing in her cell phone records?

If she got that cell phone
to call her boyfriend,

then he's working at the video store,
the grocery store,

the hairdresser, the dry cleaner,
or directory assistance.

She only got the phone
when her husband shipped out.

What's the most frequently
dialled number?

- Commander Foley's house.
- Curtin's CO?

Only he was in Afghanistan with Curtin.

Mrs Foley confirmed
Margaret Curtin called frequently,

but it wasn't unusual.
All the wives did it.

The CO's wife's the den mother
when the unit's deployed.

It's a dead end, boss.

That cell phone log is the only record
Curtin had that no one else did,

and he got that just before he escaped.

Whoever he is chasing
is at one of those numbers.

We just have to find out which one.

If she was cheating on her husband,

do you really think
she'd tell the Commander's wife?

Not if she's anything
like the den mother I had.

- Talk about your bÍte noires.
- You were a Boy Scout?

Cub.

What'd they kick you out for?

Trying to score Brownie points.

Not the brunette
in the little red number?

Yep.

She is absolutely
nothing like my den mother.

You really should talk to my husband.

I barely knew Petty Officer Curtin.

We're actually more interested
in what you know

about his wife, Margaret, Mrs Foley.

According to her cell phone records,

you two spoke regularly
after your husband's deployment.

I kept in touch with all the wives.
It was a stressful time.

Did Mrs Curtin ever talk about a man
that she might've become close to?

- Maybe even started seeing?
- No.

But Margie wouldn't confide in me
about something like that.

What'd you talk about?

Mostly about whether
we heard any news or talked to anyone.

We were all desperate for information.

Did Mrs Curtin seem any more
desperate than the rest of you?

Or less?

I really don't know.
I was a wreck myself.

My husband got called to Washington

immediately after the second plane
hit the Trade Centre.

Said his team was being deployed.
He couldn't say where or for how long.

They don't waste their time, do they?

For the first six weeks,
we didn't hear so much as a word.

After that,
we got occasional phone calls, e-mails.

How long were they in Afghanistan?

The lucky ones, almost six months.
One came back after the first week.

Bill made it
through four and a half months

before he got wounded.

Wait. Your husband made it back

almost a month
before Petty Officer Curtin?

That's right.

Abby, we have something linking
Curtin's wife to Commander Foley?

As in, biblically linking?

- You got it.
- No, I don't.

Can you find it?

Sorry, Gibbs,
I left my Ouija board at home.

Is the magic in the board
or in the hands that hold it?

Good point.

But it's spirits, not magic.

Fine. Have them call me
when you find something.

Okay. Be careful what you wish for.

Commander Foley?

Yeah?

We'll drive.

E-L-I-S-A!

- Whoa!
- Sorry.

- What you got?
- ELISA.

See, I figure
how could I find evidence of an affair

using only physical evidence
collected at a crime scene?

And then I thought... ELISA.

- It's a blood test for Herpes simplex 2.
- Curtin's wife had herpes?

And her husband didn't.

His medical records were admitted.

Petty Officer Curtin
had an extensive physical done

before he went overseas.
And I mean extensive.

No herpes.

Well, his wife could've gotten it
before they got married.

Oh, the old,

I-must've-gotten-it-before-we-met
defence.

- Well, it can happen.
- Really?

Well, not to me.

No, it didn't.

It hasn't happened. It won't happen.

It didn't happen to her, either.

Her medical records were admitted
during trial.

Her last physical was
six months before she was murdered,

when her husband was in Afghanistan:

No herpes.

All we need to do now
is check Commander Foley's records.

Is there anything you can't find?

A way to shut up DiNozzo.

All right.

You agree to waive
your Article 31 rights?

I've got nothing to hide.

I already told you,
I haven't heard from him.

I don't expect to.

Why not?
You testified on his behalf at the trial.

Certainly seemed to be sympathetic
to his situation.

Situation?

Coming home and finding his wife
in the bedroom with another guy.

Well, wouldn't that bother you?

Oh, yeah, it bothered me a hell of a lot,
only I chose divorce over murder.

- I didn't know that.
- He's lying.

Establishing rapport
through shared communication.

- Are you sure he's lying?
- Of course I'm... not.

Of course, I was coming home
from a three month float in the Med,

not six months in a war zone.

Wouldn't make a difference to me.

Actually, it was more like
four and a half months for you.

- RPG broke your leg.
- I was lucky.

Killed Petty Officer Gomez.

You came home.

Did you come home on crutches
or a walking cast?

What does any of this have to do
with Petty Officer Curtin?

It doesn't.

It has to do with his wife

and who really murdered her
and the cable repairman.

You think I killed her?

Did you?

What's taking you so long?

It's not like I can just Google
a Navy SEAL Commander

and access
his confidential medical records.

You think I'd frame a teammate?

A guy who would put his life on the line
to save mine?

Maybe you didn't mean to.

If Curtin hadn't come home
exactly when he did,

who knows what direction
this case might've gone in.

Jack Curtin was one of the most
insanely jealous men I've ever met.

- That's not what you said at his trial.
- I didn't wanna see him get executed.

Sorry, could I see you a second, boss?

Oh, I can't believe
I'm seeing what I'm seeing.

Never interrupt an interrogation, McGee.

Never.

I'm sorry.

I just thought...

To have a thought, McGee,
you have to think.

Were you thinking

when you went
into the interrogation room?

Yes, sir. I think so.

Well, okay.

What is so damn important?

Margaret Curtin wasn't murdered
by her jealous husband.

She was murdered by her jealous lover.

The same one that gave her herpes.

I'm not answering another question
until I talk to a lawyer.

I want a lawyer, now.

Hate to rain on your parade,
but we still don't have Curtin.

At least he won't be able
to kill Commander Foley.

Well, if we go public
that we found his wife's killer,

there's a good chance
Curtin'll turn himself in,

if he's still alive.

It doesn't make any sense.

- What?
- Nothing. It just

- doesn't make any sense.
- You gonna give it up, DiNozzo?

Or are you just gonna
keep repeating yourself?

The calls from Curtin's wife
to the Foley house

pretty much stopped
after Foley got back from Afghanistan.

Yeah? So?

So, if they were having an affair,

wouldn't the calls increase
after he got back into town?

Well, they didn't need to talk
on the phone.

They could see each other in person.

- Why did she stop talking to his wife?
- Well, maybe she couldn't.

Would you be able to talk to the spouse

of someone
you were having an affair with?

- I mean, would a normal person?
- But she didn't completely stop.

McGee, did Foley spend any time
in the hospital after he got back?

Yeah, he had surgery on his leg,
and then again for a staph infection.

Right. The surgery
was on November 13,

back in for the infection on the 21st
for one, two, three days.

Yeah, you're right.
How'd you know that?

Because those are the only days.

Curtin's wife made calls
to Foley's house after he got back.

Are you thinking
what I think you're thinking?

I don't know, boss.

Are you thinking
what I think you're thinking?

Yeah. Her lover wasn't Foley.

It was his wife.

I think you have something of mine.

Put your hands behind your head,
interlock your fingers.

Is this what you wanted your son
to remember you for?

I'm not sure I'd even mind.

You wouldn't mind
if your wife had an affair?

With another babe? I don't think I would.

Okay, I know I'm gonna regret this,
but, why?

Easy. With a guy,
I'd think, "What's he got that I don't?"

But if it was a woman, I'd know.

- Plus, there's the whole, you know.
- What?

- When the women, you know...
- Oh, please.

Why are guys so interested in women

who, by definition,
have no interest in them?

There's no such thing.

- There's no such thing as lesbians?
- That's not what I said.

Oh, you just think
all lesbians secretly still want a man?

- Not all of them.
- Just the good-looking ones?

You're putting words in my mouth.

Welcome to the wonderful world
of DiNozzo.

So I guess you're completely
above such fantasies?

Yeah, I am.

Believe it.

Who's that?

That's a good question. Ask him.

Just dropping off my glasses.

Boss?

Yeah, McGee?

It was really nice
working with you again.

Same here, McGee.

By the way,

there's something that Tony and Kate
have been meaning to ask you.