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NCIS
Season 01 Episode 05

The Curse
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Grab your gear.

My three favorite words!

Where to?

St. Mary's River State Park. Right here.

Maryland?

Good guess. Think you can
guess how to drive there?

I'd say the fastest way would be
to take the Beltway to highway 235 south,

take that to route 50, and then... punch it
into the nav system when we get lost.

What's in the park?

A deer hunter who found
an airplane drop tank. Navy markings.

We're driving to Maryland
to look at a drop tank?

It's got a body in it.

Oh, that's different.

Yeah, I thought so. You pick up Ducky.
Tony, you gas the truck.

Gibbs, you know, most agencies
have people that do that sort of thing.

Mhm. So do we.

Hunter was tracking a deer,
stumbled across the drop tank.

He the one who opened the hatch?

That's right.

How did he get so...

Ah, I believe mummified is the adjective
you were searching for.

Ah, the tank must have been airtight,
creating a hermetic environment.

No air, no bugs, no critters.

And more important - no bacteria.

Got an estimated time of death, Duck?

Very amusing, Jethro.

I thought it was a missile or
a bomb of some kind 'till I tapped it –

it sounded hollow. So I cleared
some leaves away and found the hatch.

Your curiosity got the best of you?

Well, wouldn't yours have?

Yeah, you know what, it probably would have.
Did you remove the flight bag?

Yeah.

Touch anything else?

Not after I saw King Tut.

Well, we'll need your prints, separate them
from any others we find on the tank.

Yep.

Thanks.

Lieutenant Commander Farnsworth,
think he's our mummy?

I dunno. Bag it.

Ah, I can't do anything for this gentleman
until we cut him out of here.

I know what this is, boss.

Ah - external fuel tank?

Ah - 370 gallon external fuel tank
off an F14 Tomcat.

A few were converted into camera or
cargo pods, this one's a cargo pod.

I'm impressed.

Didn't become an NCIS agent yesterday, Kate.
As a matter of fact, tomorrow -

Will have been two years.

That's kind of touching, Gibbs,
remembering the day you hired me.

Yeah, well, it seemed like a good idea
at the time. Duck, is it okay if I touch?

By all means.

Our sailor is a Lieutenant.
Flight bag's not his.

See his dog tags?

Nope. Get a flatbed, take our Lieutenant
and his pod back home with us.

Let me guess. You're gonna suggest
I ride back in the flatbed with the driver.

Wasn't a suggestion.

Abby, you find any prints on there
that weren't the hunters?

I pulled some partials off the inside
of the hatch that weren't his.

Victim's?

I doubt it. Mummies aren't
generally the self-help type.

Let's run the prints through
the military database.

Got it. Now, there's a serial
number on the underside of the tank.

The paint's kinda worn
off, but I can bring it up

Good. That tank came off a Tomcat,
somebody filed a TFOA report.

TFOA?

Things Falling Off Aircraft.

You're kidding.

Nope, that's what they're
called. Squadrons have kept files

on those all the way back to biplanes.

All right.

K - on 3 - 1, 2, 3

Oh, sailor on the half shell!

Oh, Abby, please!

Sorry!

It's not unlike the Egyptians, however.

Their mummified dead were buried
along with personal treasures

to accompany them on the
journey to the afterlife.

Where he could squeeze in 18 now and then.

He's not wearing shoes.

I kick mine off when I fly.

Got an ID.

Lieutenant Mark Schilz.

He's not our golfer. This bag
belongs to Lieutenant Lynch.

A gold wedding band. Looks like
Lieutenant Schilz left someone behind.

Okay. We got a name, we got a serial number.

TFOA'll find the plane and the squadron.

And we'll crack the secret of
the mummy's curse in no time.

Abby...

What?

Lieutenant Schilz's service record.

He was reported missing
at sea off the Eisenhower.

Amend it. He's no longer missing.

The carrier was a day out of Norfolk at the
end of a six month deployment in the Med.

When?

Ah, March 4, 1994. He was
declared a deserter 30 days later

and he received a dishonorable discharge.

Dishonorable?

Lieutenant Schilz was charged in absentia
with theft of government property.

Ah. The cargo pod.

1.2 million dollars out of the Eisenhower
safe. He was their disbursing officer.

I just spent three riveting ours
sorting through squadron records at

the safety center. Found the aircraft
that dropped the pod - an F14 Tomcat.

From a squadron on the Eisenhower?

Yeah. The F212. The Red Wolves.

After a six month deployment?

Coming home from the Med...wanna
give me the names of the Tomcat crew?

Well, it's safe to assume one of
them wasn't Lieutenant Schilz.

Why ride in the pod when you've
got a seat in the cockpit?

The pilot was Lieutenant
Commander Farnsworth.

We've got good news, CMDR - it took ten
years, but we located your luggage...

The golf clubs belong to
his RIO, Lieutenant Lynch.

RIO?

Radar Intercept Officer. Also called
a GIBs, one B - short for guy in back.

Why do you need two Bs?

The second one's for
bastard. What else, Tony?

The F212 flew off the Eisenhower for Pax
River the day before she docked at Norfolk.

She? Tony, it's named after Dwight
David Eisenhower, for God's sake.

Maybe she was named for Mamie.

Their flight path took
them over lower Maryland.

Where the Tomcat lost an external cargo pod.

No one on the ground reported
being knocked on the head,

so the Navy conducted a cursory
search and wrote her off.

This was in the spring of '94?

Aha - Abby estimated how long the
pod's been in the ground, right?

Nope.

Ducky calculated the time it took
Lieutenant Schilz to mummify?

Okay. How do you know the date?

I pulled Lieutenant Schilz's service record.

Oh, you took the easy way.

Well, not so easy. Our mummified
Lieutenant went UA with 1.2 million.

He was the dispersing
officer on the Eisenhower.

Our mummy's a crook.

I doubt it. air's cold and thin
at 30,000 feet, he'd know that.

Where's the money? It's not in the pod,
or Abby'd be up here screaming lotto.

According to his service
record, it was never found.

Tony, pull our files on the investigation,

since you're such an
expert at looking up names.

I wouldn't say I'm an expect.

If he's still working for us, I want to talk

to the onboard NCIS Special Agent in '94.

What if he's not with is?

I want to talk to the -

on board NCIS Special Agent in '94.

Our mummy had a wedding ring.

And a wife to go with it.

Got a current address?

Not yet.

The deceased was a Caucasian
male, 20-25, approximately 5'7".

The facial bone structure
indicates Nordic descent.

Matches Lieutenant Schilz's description.

Commissioned before the
DNA database was initiated.

Ah. Well young man, I'll
have to match your smile.

The Lieutenant was in remarkable
condition given the precipitous fall.

The jaw was broken, fractured
post mortem - no sign of bleeding.

The injury's consistent with a
nine iron or possibly a sandwich.

Definitely one of the
lofted clubs he flew with

Ducky. I'm not interested in what
happened to him after he died.

Well I'm surprised to
hear you say that, Gibbs.

You know post-mortem details
can be extremely revealing.

Remember that case, four years ago,

where the young Marine was buried
in an anthill up to his neck?

Duck. Eight years ago. How did he die.

No, it can't be eight years. No,
I know it wasn't Four years ago,

your third wife hit you over
the head with a baseball bat,

and I distinctly remember
the ant-eaten Marine

on that table there while I stitched you up.

Ducky. How did our young Lieutenant die?

Well, I think the poor fellow bled out.

I made a minimal incision
in the chest cavity,

and came across evidence of
massive internal hemorrhaging.

From?

Mmm, I don't know yet. But something quite
small must have punctured the chest cavity.

Yes, I'll need to send the poor boy
for a CAT scan to get a proper look.

Couldn't happen when he
augured in in the pod?

No! As i told you, the fracture to the jaw was
post-mortem, obviously inflicted by the crash.

This amount of bleeding could
only occur when he was alive.

Which means that Lieutenant Schilz was
murdered and then stuffed into the pod.

Yes, I suppose it does.

Gotta be decaf.

What?

All that coffee you drink.

Hi-test.

Don't you twitch?

Nope. How's it coming?

Ah, still no address.

You know, if Lieutenant Schilz stole
the money, he didn't do it alone.

Why do you say that?

Someone murdered and stuffed him in the pod.

Maybe an accomplice, didn't
want a share of the million-two.

Couldn't he have...surprised the thief in
the dispersing office and been murdered?

Well, no, then someone would have
had to carry the body from there to

the cargo pod without being seen. No easy
thing to do on a ship with 6000 souls.

Oh! I found Lieutenant Schilz's widow.
She's remarried and living in Arlington.

Well, go get her.

Was it something I said?

Not yet.

Well. Looks like we're gonna
have to go to Hawaii, boss.

Now it's what you said.

NCIS Special Agent Afloat Richard
Owens investigated the robbery in '94.

He's currently assigned
to NCIS Pearl Harbor.

Or we could always use video
conferencing...you know Owens?

Nope.

Didn't thin you would. He's
considerably younger than you are.

What would you consider 'considerably'?

Well, the guy was young, Gibbs.
Only 28. Makes him 37 now.

Then considerably would not
be an accurate description.

I didn't realize, boss, how old are you?

Doesn't matter how old I am.

Well it is, actually, 'cause it gives me a
reference point for the word that you were..

Can I see the file?

Yeah. After 40, everybody's eyes...

Night of the robbery...there was
a report...of a man overboard.

Aft - aft watch spotted a life
vest, beacon, in the carrier wake.

You're embarrassed to
tell me how old you are.

Not at all. Schilz's shoes were found...in
a hold full of scrapped life vests.

Yeah. Navy presumed that he robbed
the dispersing office, faked falling

overboard, and then sat tight with the
cash until the carrier put into Norfolk.

They based all this on
finding his shoes in a hold?

Well, maybe the Navy
read Agent Owens's notes.

They're attached to the back of the file.

Lieutenant Schilz must have
eluded the night watch...

and slipped over the side without
his shoes...to swim to shore.

Eye strain.

Losing Mark at sea was bad enough, but...to
have him accused of stealing money...

I'm sorry. I realize this
is opening old wounds.

At least finding his body will end
the vicious gossip. There was a...

rumor that he had started a new life with
the money and...a new woman...Here you go.

Thank you. Was there any basis for it?

We'd only been married a year, and six
months of that he was at sea, Agent Todd.

It doesn't sound likely, does it?

No. No more likely than his being
a thief. Mark was a...a good man.

He loved the Navy. Even if
it didn't love him back.

But that'll change now, won't
it? He'll be exonerated?

Um. We have reopened the investigation.

But it seems so obvious. Whoever
took the money murdered Mark.

It's a very real possibility.

But he wouldn't have even been in that
tank unless someone put him there.

So, you are remarried?

Yes. After six years I had Mark declared
dead. Randy, ah, helped me move on.

Navy didn't even send a flag
for his memorial service.

That seems rather harsh.

I coulda done without the flag, but...

not to receive death benefits or
child support, that...that was harsh.

You haven't gotten anything?

Flags and benefits are only
for the honorably discharged.

You haven't been in the
Navy very long, have you?

I'm still not. As I told you, I'm an NCIS
Special Agent. I've been that for only a month.

I don't...care for myself. Randy and I
get by. But if you clear Mark's name...

Alicia will benefit. She'll have
a better life. Money for college.

She's beautiful.

Mark never saw her. He called,
though. The morning she was born.

I held the phone to her ear so
she could hear her daddy's voice.

He called you from the carrier?

Yeah. Oh, it wasn't easy then. I
don't know how he did it, but...

somehow Mark got a call to me in
Bethesda early in the morning.

That was the last time
I ever heard his voice.

The day your daughter was born.

Yeah. And the day Mark disappeared.

I would have never guessed
he flew off that ship.

I don't think it was his idea.

I was sure he swum ashore with the cash.

That dammed case has been the only
blotch on my record for twelve years.

Didn't do much for Lieutenant
Schilz's record either.

Hey, he stole the money. I'll stand by that.

Well if he stole it,
Agent Owens, where is it?

Beats me, but it's not on that ship.

We searched every inch of
it for him and the cash.

The Eisenhower docked the next
day. How long did you search?

I don't remember?

Two days.

Who searched?

Hell, the entire crew.

Finders keepers? Treasure hunt?

What are you implying, Gibbs?

Nothing. I'm just wondering how you
managed to search every inch of a

95,000 ton, twenty-four story tall, 1049
foot long aircraft carrier in two days.

We couldn't keep the crew
any longer than that.

They'd been deployed for six months -
their families were waiting dockside.

Which means you didn't search every inch.

So as far as you know, that
money could still be on board.

It could be. But it isn't.

Another assumption, Special Agent
Owens? Or do you know this as fact?

I don't like the tone of this.

You've got my report - I have
nothing more to say to you.

O-kay. We'll see. The Eisenhower is
currently doling quals in the Atlantic.

She'll be back in Norfolk for weekend
liberty. Be there. 0700. Saturday.

You cannot order me back to that -

How'd you know those statistics?

Read 'em.

You put it back together.

Yeah. I had to study the fiberglass
sarcophagus in one piece.

What'd you find?

Something hinky. Okay, the pod is attached
to the Tomcat by an MXU rack with two hooks.

Here and here. Wasn't sure
you could see 'em, boss!

Go on.

The hooks fit in these holes.

Now, when the pilot wants to eject the pod,
he flips a switch and the hooks disengage.

And the pod drops away.

Well, actually, it's kicked away.

The forward and aft ejectors
fire and kick it off the wing.

TFOA report said the pilot didn't
touch the pod ejector switch,

the pod just fell away - was it lying?

No. If he had popped it, the ejectors
would have made dents in the pod.

Nope, no dents.

No dents. Just damage from
plowing into Mother Earth.

You know, when you think about it.
If the Lieutenant was still alive,

that would've been one hell
of a ride. Well, it would.

Oh, just figuring that out now?

You know, it's not polite
to talk with your hands.

Gibbs, come look at these holes.

Yeah. Top of the hole's
damaged. This one too.

TO remove a pod on deck, you insert
a key into the MXU rack and turn it.

That withdraws the hooks.

Now if you turn the key so that only the tips
of the hooks are holding onto the pod, then...

to tear loose on the catch-shot and
leaves marks like these on the holes...

Except the mummy's curse was working,

so the tips held onto the pod
until it was over Maryland.

Abby, there was no mummy ten years
ago, so how could there be a curse?

It's like a chicken and egg thing, Tony.

I interviewed Lieutenant Schilz's widow.

They had a child, Alicia, 9 years
old and she's as pretty as her mom.

I knew I should've taken that interview!

She's remarried, Tony.

Yeah?

He does this just to
screw with me - don't you?

Do you have a report to make, Agent Todd?

Mary got a call from her first
husband the day he disappeared.

She'd just given birth at the Bethesda Naval
Hospital and he called her from the carrier.

So?

So it was a big deal to call
home from a ship in '94.

The signal was bounced off a satellite and
routed through the comm office in Norfolk.

Did you trace the time of the call?

Navy doesn't get rid of anything.
Comm office records show

that a Lieutenant Schilz called the
Bethesda Naval Hospital from CVN-69 –

that's the Eisenhower - at 0533
on the fourth of March 1994 and

the call lasted twelve minutes.

Tony, what time did the schmuck's report
say the dispersing office was robbed?

What schmuck?

Well, our schmuck, unfortunately.

Between 2100 hours March 3 when
the office was secured and 0700

on the fourth when it was opened by
the assistant dispersing officer...

Doesn't let him off the hook.

...Ensign Wiles.

Wiles? Randy Wiles?

Ha ha ha - no. You're not
getting me to buy this again.

You read this report. No
- Mrs. Schilz told you.

Actually, she did.

I knew it.

Only she didn't tell me Randy Wiles
was the assistant dispersing officer.

She said he was her husband.

This is why I jumped at
being stationed at Pearl.

It's only November and I'm
freezing. I hate Norfolk.

Could be Bremerton.

All right, where the hell is he.

I didn't fly standby and sit next to a toilet
for twelve hours to freeze my ass off waiting.

First-class toilet? Sorry.

You're talking to me like
I'm some sort of newbie.

Who the hell does this
Gibbs think he is anyway?

Ten years and this case is still
haunting me. It's like I'm cursed.

C'mon, what's funny.

Our lab tech thinks there's a curse. But
y'know, she's a Goth, with the chains,

and the tats, and the piercing, and
you're so...How old do you think Gibbs is?

Very nice. Very nice.

Thanks. You here to, ah, shoot?

I hope not. I'm Special Agent
Gibbs, this is Special Todd. NCIS.

Lady inside said you're
the manager. Randy Wiles.

Formerly Ensign Randy Wiles?

I saw it on the news. If
you're here to talk about Mark,

I told you guys all I know years ago.

You didn't say you were
gonna marry his wife.

You talk to Mary?

I did. And funny thing, she never once
mentioned marrying her husband's shipmate.

She doesn't know that Mark
and I served together.

How could she not know?

We met at Mark's memorial service.

What'd you say? 'I was passing by,
dug the music, decided to drop in'?

Somethin' pretty close to that. I was
afraid that if I told her I knew Mark,

she'd ask a lot of questions...I
didn't think I'd fall in love with her.

And then, then when I did it was too late.

Bounce.

Yeah.

Bounce?

It's a film.

Ben Affleck gives up his seat on this
flight for a guy who needs to get home.

Plane crashes, guy dies, he ah,
looks up the widow, Gwyneth Paltrow.

He means to tell her the story, but
by the time they come around to it,

they've fallen in love, and he's
afraid if he tells her, it'll ruin it.

That's what happened to me.

I believe him.

Of course you believe him, it's
a chick flick. In a guy flick,

you steal the money, you set
Lieutenant Schilz up to take the fall,

you murder him and you marry his wife.

That is sick.

It sure is!

Agent Todd, you will realize
after being here more than a month

that there are a lot of sick people in
the world. Are you one of those, Randy?

This is my day job. At night I do freelance
accounting. Mary and I rent a house,

Alicia goes to public school,
I drive a six year old Saturn.

Now, do you think I'd live like
that if I had a million bucks?

Yeah, you're right, you were
doing better in the Navy.

Navy cleared me, doesn't
mean they trusted me.

Your dispersing clerk, Petty Officer
Toner, she left the Navy too –

they pass her over?

Erin enlisted to catch an officer.

Petty Officer Toner was a
hottie, if you know what I mean.

Oh, yeah. Did you investigate this hottie?

It's in my report.

So's the assumption that Lieutenant
Schilz left his shoes onboard

so he could swim ashore.

That's not in my report.

No, that was in your attached notes.

I didn't think the Navy was
going to look in my notes.

You didn't think about
anything except getting ashore.

That's not fair, Gibbs.

Neither is convicting a man in
absentia for a sloppy investigation.

Lieutenant Schilz was the only
one who could have done it.

Wiles was in an all-night poker game
and Erin was already in her quarters.

How do you know?

That cruise was the first time
females were deployed at sea.

If they weren't in chow, or at
work, they were in female country.

The Navy ran that place like it
was a sorority: no men allowed.

I'll bet you all you did was take her word.

How many women get pregnant on
that cruise, Special Agent Owens?

Quite a few.

Guess the house mothers
weren't on top of the log book.

Gibbs.

Lieutenant Commander Farnsworth and Ensign
Lynch died in a ramp strike two years ago.

I won't say it sounds like
Abby's curse of the mummy, but...

Well, if they were still
in the Navy two years ago,

we can cross them off our list
of millionaire accomplices.

You mean suspects.

Lieutenant Schilz was probably
killed by an accomplice.

Or killed catching the thief in the act.

Are you interested in clearing
him or catching the bad guys?

Both. If we exonerate him then his wife and

daughter will get the death
benefits they deserve.

You locate Petty Officer Toner?

Traced her to Westchester PA, on my way now.

Pilot and his RIO are dead.

I don't want to hear the word
curse out of your mouth, Dinozzo.

Would I say that, boss?

You said it to me.

You said it first.

Nice drive, Ben!

Oh, yeah.

For someone with your swing.

Miss Toner! The pro told
me you were teeing off.

I was trying to.

Sorry. I just drove in from DC to speak
with you, it'll only take a few minutes.

Do you know anything about
golf etiquette, young woman?

Not really.

This is a private club,
how'd you get in here?

I showed these at the gate.

I'm sorry to hear that Mark's
been dead all these years.

I've always imagined him on some
beach in Mexico, sipping margaritas.

You believe he stole the money.

Well, he and Randy were the
only ones who had the combo,

and Randy was playing poker
all night. Had to've been Mark.

Well if that's true, then his
accomplice got away with the money.

easy to see where you're
going with this, Agent Todd.

You said you saw my house, nice, this
country club, also nice. Both expensive,

I didn't marry money. Yet. And,
ah, with the losers in my family,

I sure as hell didn't inherit
it. So you're wondering

if I was in on it with Mark.
Killed him and took the money.

Well either that, or you won the lottery.

Two million. I, ah, I
carry this for good luck.

You can laminate a losing ticket.

Come on home with me, honey. I'll show
you the write-up from the Canton Gazette.

It was too big to laminate,
though, I had to have it framed.

Four!

Never do that again.

I'm sorry, I didn't know you
were gonna get all freaked out.

Yes, well it's an automatic reflex
when one is a golfer, Abigail.

Please don't call me Abigail!

Well then, don't yell four when
I have a niblick in my hand.

A niblick? Sounds like a sex act.

Yes, that's what I thought it was
the first time I heard the term.

A niblick is what a nine iron used to
be called when golf was the province of

Scottish nobles, not the democratic
lovely walk spoiled by the weekend duffer.

So...what, you think he was
killed by a niblick to the kidney?

Oh, no, no, no, no, no,
the CAT scan revealed

a puncture wound to the chest cavity.

Caused by a thin, sharp
object that perforated

the pericardial sac and
then penetrated the heart.

Ouch.

Ouch indeed.

So what about your niblick?

Ah. I was trying to see if this could
have caused these hair fractures

to the pelvis and lumber
vertebrae but it's too flexible

to cause uniform fractury
across both sides of the pelvis.

No, it had to be an object much more rigid.

What about his abrupt stop
on a knee-ticket ride.

No, no, no, there are faint traces
of bleeding on the CAT scan.

No, these fractures occurred before
or immediately after he expired.

Are you sure you didn't find anything
here in this area on his uniform?

Hm, no, nothing that would cause
these. But I wasn't looking closely.

Ah. Look closely, my dear.

Of course, my darling.

The robbery is a legend on this ship.
Knowing Lieutenant Schilz didn't get off

with the cash...it's gonna start
a treasure hunt. Excuse me.

Bring back fond memories?

Not so fond. The safe hadn't even jimmied.

Ensign Wiles and Erin said
nothing was missing but the cash.

Something going on between you and
Petty Officer Toner, Agent Owens?

Called her a hottie.

You keep calling her by her first name

We're not allowed to fraternize with
enlisted females, you know that.

Not allowed to put assumptions
in reports, either.

You make your point, Agent Gibbs, I blew
that. but I wasn't screwing around with Erin.

She had something going
on with one of the Airmen

That wasn't in your report.

It didn't seem pertinent.

Name.

Martinez. Martinez - Petty
Officer Ted Martinez.

Hi. Excuse me.

You think he's involved?

I dunno. But since it was his hottie
working here, you should've looked into him.

You're right, sir.

Do not 'sir' me, I work for a living. Gibbs.

Erin Toner is livin' large. Nice
house, country club membership...

Do not tell me that she has a rich husband.

Hit the Ohio lotto for two mil.

Did you check that out?

Yeah, I saw the winning lottery
ticket and newspaper clippings.

State lottery board is closed for the day.

Call in the morning.

Can you hear me now?

Got him. Ted Martinez, Aviation
Machinist's Mate, second class.

Honorable discharge, June 2, 1994.
Lot of sailors left the Navy in '94.

Aviation Machinist's Mate. That
means he was working the flight deck.

Petty Officer Second...probably
a plane captain. What?

Who would have had the ability
to stuff a body into a cargo pod?

Anyone on the hangar deck.

Who's most likely?

You're asking me to make
an assumption, Agent Gibbs.

I'm not asking you to write it down.

The pilot, the RIO, the plane captain.

Don't strain your eyes, boss

That's not coincidence.

Don't tell me -

Petty Officer Martinez was the
plane captain on the Tomcat

that dropped the pod that had
Lieutenant Schilz's body in it.

Whoa. This shoulda been some Beethoven.

It's not Beethoven?

It's the Newly Dead.

What's the orange stuff?

I don't know yet. But it's only
on this part of the mummy's shirt.

The same area as Ducky's hairline fractures.

You went to see Ducky
before you came to see me!

Is there some kind of priority
here I don't know about?

A girl likes to be thought of first. I
don't know if it's synthetic or natural,

but it's definitely a fiber.
What's orange in the Navy?

Life jackets.

Weren't the mummy's shoes found
in a hold with old life jackets?

Never believed that he was in there with 'em.

You might have to change your opinion.

Did you match Petty Officer Martinez
to those partial prints on the pod?

Yep, no big surprise, he
was the plane captain.

I was hoping they wouldn't match.

One of them didn't. I scanned the
ridges and cleaned all the garbage out.

I got six golden details
- I like ten to twelve,

but six is enough if you get lucky.

Doesn't look like we got lucky.

Well, I limited it to Naval personnel
that served between 90 and 94.

Still a lot of ridges and curves.

I might be able to lower the threshold.

How?

I could give you a name and a serial number.

Oh. That might help.

Whoa, we've got nothin' like this at Pearl.

This is where the big boys play.

Dinozzo!

Speaking of big boys. Yeah, boss?

What are you doing here?

Ah, well, my flight's not
till 9 in the morning.

Since I'm here I thought that, maybe...

You know how to do a database search?

Yeah. Yeah, I do.

That computer. Locate Martinez.

I'm looking for Martinez, boss.

Yeah? And I'm getting coffee.

You got computers at Pearl?

Yeah. But ours is on the beach
so we can surf on breaks.

Haha. Ha. So they can surf...on breaks.

Didn't you have a flight
to catch, Agent Owens?

Hey. Um...you know, it's a little
after two and my flights not until

there'll be another flight.

Coffee?

All right, What've you got?

Ah, we've got Petty Officer
Martinez who was a Mexican national.

Ah, when he joined the Navy, he was
discharged at Norfolk, June/2/1994

where he ah, had his mail forward to the -

Plaza Hotel in New York, where he was
June 5 to the 22nd when he flew to -

Mazaneyo Mexico where he registered
as Las Vijas with a wife.

No first name, just Mr. and Mrs. Martinez.

They stayed at Las Vijas until the
ninth of July and after that they –

he ah - I lost him.

Yeah. And I found him. In Guadalajara
at the Presidente Intercontinental,

stayed there for ten days and
then...and then I lost them too.

Haha!

Okay. Find out where he was born.
Check with the local police there.

A guy usually goes home when
he's separated. I'm going...

For coffee?

To the head.

Still no match?

Nothing good enough to take to
court. But if my life depended on it,

I'd say it was her right middle
finger that made that. Thanks.

yeah.

Oh - I spectro'd the fiber. It's
cotton canvas dyed Orange Number 7.

But it's not from a life preserver.
They're made out of urethane coated nylon.

That's the mail bag, Abby.

Orange mail bag. Cool.

Right, I understand. Are you sure?

Ohio Lottery?

Uh huh. Okay. Thank you. Erin
Toner was telling the truth.

August/10/94 she hit a Pick Six, bought the
ticket at a 7-11 outside of Canton, Ohio.

She hit for 37,000. She lied. She and Martinez
stole that money, not Lieutenant Schilz.

Kate, incriminating her doesn't
exonerate Schilz. She could've played him

No. They forced him to open the safe, they
murdered him, and they stuffed him in the pod.

Unless Martinez or Toner
admits Schilz had nothing

to do with the robbery, there's
no way to exonerate him.

I'll get them to confess.

Hm. How are you going to do that?

I don't know. Yet.

Whoa. Martinez was murdered
in the Piegra Negras Hotel.

My God. She's a black widow.

I don't think she was ever married.

We got her. Kate. Go back to
PA and bring Erin Toner in.

How? I can't arrest her, can I?

No. No, she has to come voluntarily.

Why the hell would I do that?

Latent prints off of Lieutenant Schilz's
uniform match Petty Officer Martinez's.

He was the plane captain on the
Tomcat that dropped the pod.

You pulled prints ten years later?

The pod was hermetically sealed. We
believe that Martinez forced Lieutenant

Schilz to open the safe, murdered him,
and stuffed his body in a cargo pod.

I think I knew Martinez, but I, ah, I
knew a lot of sailors on that cruise.

Martinez is hiding in Mexico. We
will find him, and when we do,

we want a solid case for extradition.

Do I look like a Mexican judge?

We'd like your help in doing a virtual
recreation of the theft for the hearing.

Why me?

We can't locate Randy Wiles. You're the
only one who worked in disbursing back then.

Honey. Are you working
something you're not telling me?

I want to exonerate Lieutenant
Schilz so that his wife

and his daughter can get the money due them.

Tell them to play the lottery.

I can call you back to the
Navy, Petty Officer Toner.

The hell you can.

These are orders recalling you to
active duty as a material witness

in a capital offense. All I
gotta do is ink 'em, honey,

and your ass is back in the Navy.
Or you can voluntarily help us.

Lieutenant Schilz finished a call to
his wife and newborn daughter at 0545.

I threw in that little heel click
to show he was really happy.

Yeah, well, not for long. Petty Officer
Martinez surprised him with a knife,

ransacked the safe, and forced
Lieutenant Schilz to carry the money

to a Tomcat where he
murdered Lieutenant Schilz,

stuffed him in a pod,
and left with the money.

So what d'you think?

I think you could use some help from Disney.

Oh, hey, c'mon! I wasn't
finished with it yet.

We wanted to make sure we
had the right scenario first.

That one works for me.

Not for me. Nah. Lieutenant Schilz would
know that Martinez was gonna kill him.

He'd've resisted someplace, 'specially
in a passageway full of sailors.

Martinez had to kill him in disbursing. But,
how'd he move him to the pod if he was dead?

He couldn't.

Ah, but he could, my dear. You see, I
found hairline fractures on Lieutenant

Schilz's pelvis and lumbered
vertebrae, which Abby here matched to

Orange canvas fibers on
Lieutenant Schilz's uniform.

I saw an orange mail bag being dragged
over knee-knockers when I visited the ship.

Ah - eh, I'll get back to
that in a minute. Where was I?

Dragging orange mail bags
over knee knockers, boss.

Ah. Yeah. That bothered me. If Martinez
did stuff his body in a mail sack,

and dragged across the ship, how come
nobody noticed anything that was...ah...

Hinky?

Yeah! Hinky.

And that's when I remembered how you
used to turn heads when you walked by.

I'm outta here.

Not until the show's over.

Now...who would've noticed a sailor dragging

a mail bag over knee
knockers with you walking by?

How's that animation?

Much better. However, it's not evidence.

You touch me again, and I will
have you arrested for assault.

And the rest of you for unlawful detainment.

You're free to go. Oh, I said I'd get
back to that fingerprint. It's yours.

Oh. Oh, okay, it's mine. Where'd
you find it? Mark's uniform?

All that proves is that we got it on.

Didn't find it on his uniform.
Got it from the Federales.

Found it on the pistol that
killed Martinez in Pedro Negras.

Two days before you hit
the lotto for $37,000.

Or we could extradite you, but...

Mexican courts really don't like it
when gringos kill one of their own.

I don't now if it was you or Martinez
that killed Lieutenant Schilz.

You can tell it anyway you
want. We'll take it down.

You know, in Hawaii, it takes forever
to get anything from the Federales.

Same way here.

Nooooo, no, no, guys, don't tell me
that - that fingerprint match was faked?

Okay. You guys are crazy.

Yep.