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Lieutenant Lara Hill.

Stop number 46
on the Boredom Express.

Cheer up; this could be fun.

If I wanted
to knock on doors all day,

I would've joined UPS.
( laughs )

Trust me, brown is not
your most flattering color.

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

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

Espionage just so happens
to be one of my specialties.

We're interviewing
code geeks.

They're not even sure
there is a mole.
Don't you find it

a bit coincidental
that every time the Navy

breaks a Venezuelan code,
it changes almost instantly?

( yawns )
All right, I'm
trying the back door.

( dogs barking in distance )

Relax, Ziva David.

We're dealing with
a naval officer,

not Dr. Evil.

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

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

She probably overslept.

I believe in being prepared.

So do Boy Scouts.

Why didn't you bring
Webelos McGee with you?

I tried.

He was busy.

I've got an idea.

How about if
I shove you

right through here, huh?

( cat yowls )
( gasps )

( chuckles )

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

Looks like blood.

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( camera clicking )

TONY:
I knew something was wrong

the minute I got out
of the car, Probie.

Instinct...

pure and simple.

You either got it, or you don't.

Yeah? Well, I
heard you squealed

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

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

Find the little beast.

Got blood on his paws.

It's evidence.

I'm allergic to cats.

Oh, I'm sorry.

I had no idea.

Try holding
your breath.

DUCKY:
Our lieutenant
suffered from a single

gunshot wound, Jethro,
to the right temple.

( camera clicking )

Through and through.

Yep.

Impacted here.

Round's still in the book, Duck.

Sadly, one less reader
in the world.

She committed suicide.

Or maybe she was just

cleaning her gun
too close to her head?

GIBBS:
DiNozzo.

NCIS investigates all suicides
as homicides

until proven otherwise, Palmer.

Got it.

T.O.D., Duck?

9:00, 9:30 this morning.

What time was her interview
scheduled for today?

10:00.
Gibbs.

ZIVA:
Found it taped
underneath the bureau.

Hundreds and fifties,

non-sequential.

Maybe 50, 60 grand.

Looks like we found
our mole, boss.

Knew she was cornered,
no way out.

NCIS closing in.

She could've run, Tony.

Suicide is only for when

you know you're going
to be captured.
For you, maybe.

This doesn't exactly look like
the bedroom

of a hard-core
super-secret agent chick.

I have stuffed animals.

( toy squeaking )

Okay, I was 12, but still,
I mean...

She could've been coerced.

To be a mole?

He means to
kill herself.
I mean both, DiNozzo.

How many suicides you know

make their beds
before they off themselves?

Want me to inform
Lieutenant Hill's command

about her death, boss?
Nope.

He wants to tell
them himself.

That way he can
gauge the response.

DiNozzo.
On your six, boss!

Get the couch, bookcase,
and carpets to Abby.

Oh. On it.

McGee!
McGEE ( sneezes ):
Yeah, boss.

( over phone ):
This is Joe.
( cat snarls )

Hey, Joe, DiNozzo here-- rustle
up some probies, will you?

We got a whole living room
we got to move.

( Joe answers indistinctly )
( McGee sneezes )

( cat yowling )

McGEE:
He's really quick, boss.

( chuckles )
All right, I'll hold.

McGee, you go that way,
I'll go this way.

We'll corner the guy.

You got to be very careful
with animals.

They're, uh...
tricky.

( meows )

Hey!

Or you could just do that.

With me-- we're going
to the Pentagon.

Cryptology unit?

I need you to translate.

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

DiNozzo, find a home
for that thing!

( yowling )
( gasps )

Meow.

( indistinct conversation )

OFFICER:
Agent Gibbs.

I understand you've
got an investigation

to run, but I'd appreciate
a courtesy call before you

show up here to interview
any more of my people.

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

What happened?

Lieutenant Hill.

What, she didn't show up
for her interview at NCIS today?

Nope.
If she's
running late,

I can tell you
there's a good reason.

No, we know the reason.

She's dead.

How?

Appears to be suicide.

Let's continue this conversation
in my office.

These cryptographers,
they're not like us.

Their lives are
about patterns and numbers.

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

but they're
pretty tightly wound,

and Lieutenant Hill
was no different.

You saying she was suicidal?

I'm saying
that she was withdrawn.

She was socially awkward,
had obsessive-compulsive traits.

None of that was
in her medical record.

No, and it wouldn't be.

These people are recruited
based on their abilities,

and sometimes, it's a thin line
between genius and...

Insanity.

Look, a lot
of these people

tend to be naturally
paranoid, and this mole hunt

hasn't helped.

My entire section
is on edge.

They should be.

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

it is not coming from my people.

We found $60,000

hidden
in Lieutenant Hill's home.

GIBBS:
She ended up dead,

instead of attending
the interview she had today.

What does that tell you?

Lieutenant Hall?

MAN ( over phone )
Sir?

We are not in lockdown.

I want all the work secured

and the section restricted to
quarters until further notice.

Yes, sir.

HALL ( over P.A. ):
Attention.
Initiate Emergency Plan Alpha.

Shut down your systems and
secure your classified material.

When complete, report
to your quarters

until further notice.

( beeping )

( murmuring )

Okay.

What now?

Hey, buddy.

Oh.

Look what I got!
( bell jingling )

Who found your favorite
little carrot toy?

Come here, come here, okay.
( meowing )

Here's your carrot.

Yeah, good kitty...

( snarls )
( yells )

( laughter )

You think that's funny,
probies? Huh?

Getting a chuckle back here

in the peanut gallery,
is that it?

Want to know
how that blood got there?

Hmm? You think that's funny?

I'll tell you
how it got there.

Garfield over there.

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

Dr. Mallard thinks
that this kitty cat is rabid.

Me? I'm of the opinion

that it's a man-eater.

It likes the taste
of human flesh.

It starts with the cheeks.

Then, it moves
to the lips--

( whispering ):
the soft bits--

then it works
on the tongue a little bit,

until it's just
a little nub.

A lot of blood in the tongue.

The geyser of blood spewing
from this poor woman's maw.

Getting a kick out of this now?

You think this is funny,
chucklehead?

That's what
it was feasting on

when we found it.

Took four tranquilizers
and three...

That's very dramatic, Tony--
can we get back to work now?

You heard the lady, probies.

And careful with that,
because it is evidence.

( laughs )

I never get tired of it.

What'd you find out?

Neighbors were at work,
the woman next door,

she was actually there,
but she didn't hear anything.

Wish I had a neighbor
like that.

Old bat that lives next to me

complains every time
I bring a date home.

Want to know why?

Shouting out, "No means no!"

( chuckles )
That was a good one,
but not even close.

I was actually kidding.
Oh.

I have the same problem
at my place, Tony.

Really? You have
a surround- sound system, too?

No, I'm what you Americans
like to call

a screamer? Yes?

Oh...!

( sultry laugh )
( phone rings )

Answer it.

Well, what do you
want me to say?

I don't know;
scream something.

( over speaker ):
This is Lara,

leave a message.
( machine beeps )

MAN:
Hi, Miss Hill, this is Bob
calling with a special offer...

Hello, this is Special Agent
Anthony DiNozzo.

You've called a crime scene.

We're wiretapping this phone,
so please be advised

that we will be contacting you
at your home.

My home?
Any time, day or night,
probably during the weekend

early in the morning.

That was fun.

Telemarketers.

You can't escape 'em,
even when you're dead.

Mm...

Speaking about escape...

Nobody move!

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

Because it makes an ass
out of you and me.

Is this the best time
for an attempt at humor?

Um, no.

We must strive
for excellence, Mr. Palmer.

Go the extra mile.
( camera clicks )

I understand.

Do you, now?

Well, that's good.

What, exactly,
was your assumption?

Well, the instant gunshot
residue test came back positive.

Yeah?
She had a pistol
in her hand.

( camera clicking )

And she has a hole in her head.

It would seem reasonable
to conclude suicide, sir.

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

taking her life
in a such a grotesque fashion.

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

However, women tend

to avoid the proximity
of the face

when pulling
the trigger.
Hmm?

Vanity, Mr. Palmer,
simple vanity.

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

Well, you're not.

You're so sure
that the cause of death

was suicide,

why don't you work out
how you would prove it.

( stammers ):
You-you want me to-to...

Finish the external exam--

clean, measure,
you know, the usual.

You think you can do that?

Absolutely, Doctor.

Then work through the procedure,

item by item,
make whatever notes you can.

Right.

Oh, uh, thank you, Doctor.

Have her ready for autopsy,

2:00 tomorrow.

Yeah.

This is why I never had pets.

You've never had any pets?

Well, I had
sea monkeys once.

What's a sea monkey?

Basically, brine shrimp swimming
around in green water.

I know.
I thought the same thing.

What happened to them?

My mother got their
sea castles confused

with her mint julep.

Your mother drank your monkeys?

It was the '70s.

Explains a lot, DiNozzo.

Hey, boss, went through
Lieutenant Hill's background.

Her phone records, credit card
bills, personal habits.

There's no
discernible patterns.

Yet. She's
a cryptographer, Ziva.

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

Well, DiNozzo, if she was a pro,

she wouldn't
have killed herself.

McGEE:
You should have
heard this guy, Abby.

I mean, just because someone
has an aptitude

for math and science,

it does not make them

some kind of suicidal freak.

A little higher, McGee.

Is that what people
think about us?

GIBBS:
Ask me later, McGee.

Oh, this better
be work-related.

Oh, it is.

And you're just in time

for the show-and-tell
portion.

McGee, if you will.

So, Lieutenant Hill
sits down on the couch,

puts the gun to her head

and bang!

I said "bang," McGee.

Bang.

I matched the bullet
found in the book

to the Kahr nine-millimeter
in the victim's hand.

Looks like a suicide,
right?
Except...?

When a weapon is used
at this close of range,

there's extensive blood splatter
from the exit wound.

But blow-back
also creates a fine mist

of blood,
which lands here.

Imperceptible
to the human eye.

But not to the magic
of modern science.

You're still dead, McGee.

And...?
Two steps away.

Voila.

Footprints.

Exactly.
Which means...

Somebody else
was in the room.

TONY:
No evidence of forced entry.

No bruises or marks to show

that she was forced
to pull the trigger

or unconscious
when she died.

All we have is this...

the Rorschach test from hell.

You believe Abby
may be mistaken?

Well, I believe it's gonna be
tough to prove her suicide

was faked, when all you got
is two partial footprints.

She could've
been drugged.

The killer could've placed
the pistol in her hand

and pulled the trigger.

Well, the initial tox screens
are all coming back negative.

Some narcotics
are hard to trace.

And as for no evidence
of forced entry,

we could be dealing
with a trained assassin.

Or she knew her
killer, Ziva. Probie!

It's about time.

I'm starvin'
like Lee Marvin.

Then you shouldn't have sent me

for "the world's
greatest barbecue"

'cause I had to wait
in line for an hour.

But it will be worth it.

You're welcome.

Hey, boss.

Did-did you want something,
too, 'cause,

well, it's just
that you never order.

I can go back.
I'll go back.

Sit down.

No one has earned dinner yet.

I agree. Though I doubt
this qualifies as dinner.

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

A sea monkey?

Goat. Pretty sure it's kosher.

Maybe, but...
still disgusting.

There is a mole in the Pentagon

and our only lead lies dead
on a slab in Autopsy.

I want answers...
McGEE:
Boss.

Ran the serial number
on the murder weapon

found in Hill's apartment.

Just got a match.

Purchased six months ago
by this woman.

ZIVA:
Lieutenant Keira Napleton?!

We just, uh...

Interviewed her last week.

She's in the same crypto unit
as Hill.

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

We'll bring her in.

GIBBS:
DiNozzo!

We'll bring her in now.

We'll eat dinner later.

Good goat.

Mm.

( door opens )

I'm Special Agent Gibbs.

Keira Naple...

I mean, Lieutenant

Keira Napleton, sir.

Middle name, Ingball.

Family name
on my father's side.

Most people would find it...
You're not here

because of a middle name,
Lieutenant.

This woman
is a total turd.

A geek, yes?

The term is "nerd."

Whatever.
I'm just saying

it's hard to picture her
as a killer.

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

( laughs )

You know, that's a good point.

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

I only ask because
no one has informed me

of my Article 31
rights yet. Sir.

Want me to read them to you?

Actually, I have
them memorized.

Good, that'll save time.

I was interviewed
by NCIS, sir.

I am not a...
a traitor to my country.

Mm.

How about her?

You think Lara was the mole?

Tell me about her.

Well, she was Catholic,

liked to play softball,

her left leg
was longer then her right...

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

I don't know, sir.

Perhaps she was depressed?

Enough to blow her head off?

She... she shot herself?

With this.

A Kahr nine-millimeter.

Yours.

What was that doing
in her house?

NAPLETON:
The real estate market

being what it is
and the forecasted projections

over the next sev...
Lieutenant!

I have orders for Norfolk, sir,

so I sold my town house.

Lara let me stay with her
until I shipped out.

Convenient.

Most people would think so,

but the commute really wasn't
that much better...

Meaning, she
wasn't alone

when the trigger
was pulled.

You think I was...
I was there with her?

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

Where were you?

I... I was at Alfonse's
last night.

My boyfriend.

I went straight to work
from his house.

I don't believe it.

She appears to be telling
the truth.

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

Oh...

Come on.

I'll need his number
and address.

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

My parents...

they still think I'm a virgin.

How much longer is this going
to take, Agent McGee?

Uh, hard to
say, Captain.

Agent Gibbs don't like
to be interrupted

during interrogation.

It's almost zero-two
in the morning.

GIBBS:
We're just getting

started here, skipper.

Agent Gibbs,

do you think Lieutenant
Napleton's the mole?

She's staying here
until we check her alibi.

Alibi? For what?

It's too soon to say.

Well, we have another
problem now.

Security may have been
compromised.

May have?

After you left today,
I conducted

a thorough inventory
of our section.

Every piece of technology
was scrutinized. Do you

know what this is?

Oh, it's, uh...
GIBBS:
Yeah.

It's one of those
memory doodah things

for a computer.

Yeah, basically.
We use it

to transfer data
between terminals.

At the end of the night,
they're checked in.

They're kept in a vault.
They never leave the section.

I found this today
in its proper place.

The only problem is...

someone took
the memory cartridge out.

Who has access to the vault?

Two people--

Lieutenant Hill
and Lieutenant Napleton.

What was on it?

Could be anything.

It holds over two
gigs of information.

McGee, bag it.

Get ahold
of Ziva and Tony.

Tell them
we're heading out.

I got it.

Uh, where to, boss?

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

On it.

Agent Gibbs,
this is my fault.

I've already offered
my resignation to the admiral.

Don't fall on your
sword yet, Captain.

Like I said,
we're just getting started here.

( pats back )

McGEE:
That flashcard
could be anywhere.

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

Mossad training does not
include food service.

( coughs ) This thing hasn't
been cleaned in years.

It's a heating duct, McGee.

Nobody cleans heating ducts--

except for you, that is.

Ugh. God.

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

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

Roommates are never a good idea.

Did you ever have one, boss?

Three, McGee.

They're called wives.

( snoring )

( snoring )

Pack up, I found it.

Looks like they're putting
decoder rings

in cereal boxes again.

What?

Uh, little
before our time, boss.

ZIVA:
Find anything, Abby?

I pulled a partial print
off the flashcard.

I'm running it now.

Rough night?

Is there any other
kind with Gibbs?

It could be worse.

It could be Saturday.

It is Saturday, Abby.

See? Just got worse.

Thanks.
Do you have any
Super Glue, Abs?

What I tell you
about that, DiNozzo?

"The skin might not
grow back."

What do we have?

The partial print
didn't match anyone at
the crypto unit,

so I'm running it
through AFIS

and other
databases.
McGee?

Uh... I dumped
the contents of the flashcard.

It's encrypted,
so we're going to need

someone from
the crypto section

to, uh... to have access
to their codes.

Captain Dorn is coming in later.

( computer chirps )
Whoa, not so fast, Gibbs.

I got a hit.

It's from the Office of
Foreign Missions.

TONY:
Name's Simon Roca.

He's the Protocol Officer
at the Embassy of Venezuela.

He's got an apartment
in the Watergate.

Been on station
since last June.

Well, if Lara Hill
was selling code,

Roca could be the source
of the money we found.

TONY:
He killed her 'cause
he was afraid

she wouldn't hold up
under questioning.

McGEE:
We bringing him in?

We can't.

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

( imitates Sean Connery ):
He has a license to kill, McGee.

He's got full
diplomatic immunity.

MAN ( on TV ):
What can the State Department
do for NCIS

at 7:30 on a Saturday,
Agent Gibbs?

Got a dead naval officer
who might be a mole.

Evidence connects her
to a foreign diplomat.

MAN:
What country?

Venezuela.

His name is Simon Roca.

Bad choice.
Pick another.

I want to question him.

You're aware of our current
relations with Venezuela?

They're about to get worse.

They've already accused us

of meddling in their
internal affairs.

The Venezuelan Petroleum
Minister has threatened

to cut off future oil shipments
and to close

their refineries in the U.S.

Sounds like
a real headache.

What time can I
question him?

The man has diplomatic immunity,
Agent Gibbs.

The man's a foreign
intelligence officer

who murdered
a navy lieutenant.

You have proof
of this?

Her death was made
to look like a suicide.

Meaning you can't prove it.

His prints
were found

on classified Pentagon hardware

recovered from the
dead woman's home.

The Vienna Convention exists
for a reason, Agent Gibbs.

If you can prove
he committed murder--

I mean prove...

By the time
I prove it,

Roca will have
left the country.

...then we take your proof
to the Secretary,

and if she signs off on it,

we then ask the
Venezuelan Foreign Mission

to waive his immunity.

Not very likely.

And he walks
for murder.

I don't make the rules,
Agent Gibbs.

I do, however,
expect you to follow them.

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

Where's he going? Gibbs?

Gibbs?!

( snoring )

Hey, boss.

Nice try, probie.

( banging )

Power nap, boss.

TONY:
Doorman at
the Watergate

hasn't seen Roca
for the past two days.

He's probably holed up
inside their embassy.

Take Ziva, find out--
you can't question him.

Well, it's gonna be awful hard

to get answers
if I can't ask questions.

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

Customs hasn't
checked his passport

in the last
24 hours.

Most likely,
he's still in country.

( computer chirps )
Not for long.

The Venezuelan Embassy

booked a private jet
this morning

out of Loudoun County
Airport.

To leave when, McGee?

Sorry. Uh, today.

Simon Roca's name
is listed

as a passenger.

We need to tie Roca to
Lieutenant Hill's murder

before he boards that plane.

Go! Go!

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

In a day?

Abby, I think she was
unconscious when it happened.

If Ducky can examine
the brain tissue,

and send me a sample,
I might be able to prove that.

Yeah, do it.

Um, Ducky doesn't
get in till noon,

do you want me to call him,
or do you want the...

pleasure.

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

Remember when we were
locked in that container,

and you told me you used
to take piano lessons?

Well, I think
you should start again.

I could teach you.

Who knows, maybe
it could be fun.

Tony!

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

Do it and die, Amadeus.

I thought you
were asleep.

You thought wrong.

I was meditating.
About?

When you said
you were a screamer,

you did mean...
I did.

Ooh.

We've got company.

It's a restricted zone.

You can't park here.

TONY:
NCIS.

We are looking for
Venezuelan protocol officer

Simon Roca.

Ah, Don Juan.

We give 'em nicknames,
helps to relieve the boredom.

People seem to think
Secret Service

is like
Clint Eastwood--

protecting
the president.

Yeah, In The Line Of Fire.

It's a good movie.

Yeah, I wish it were
that exciting.

How do you like NCIS?

It has its moments.

Good hours?

You asked on
the wrong day.

Is Roca in or not?

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

TONY:
Why is that?

OFFICER:
I've been here
over a year.

Don Juan's never spent
the night before.

Day guy logged him in...

11:16 a.m. yesterday.

Looks pretty
refreshed to me.

ZIVA:
Who's that with him?

That's Don Juan's driver.

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

All right, thanks.

You bet.

( phone ringing )

Yeah. Gibbs.

TONY ( over phone ):
Hey, boss. Roca's inside
the embassy.

Looks like he's taking sanctuary
till his flight.

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

I want to know when he moves.

On it.

You weren't planning
on sleeping, were you?

Not unless you're
planning on

taking a shower
any time soon.

What's that supposed to mean?

( sniffing )

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

Dr. Mallard won't even
let me sit in his chair

without supervision.

That's because
you mess with

the height
adjustments, Jimmy.

You... can...
do this.

This is not a good idea.

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

What comes first?

( whirring )
The saw?

Okay, careful, okay?

These are all in
a very specific order.

Just stop being
so Palmer, Jimmy.

All right, um...

I will need a scalpel.

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

I'll do it.

DUCKY:
What exactly are
you two doing?

JIMMY:
Oh! Uh...

Dr. Mallard.

I, uh... um...

( stuttering ):
The thing is, I...

She made me do it.

Well, everything
seems to be in order.

Why don't you begin,
Mr. Palmer,

while I get changed.

You're-you're not mad?

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

elects to abandon us
on a Saturday morning.

I applaud your initiative.

ABBY:
So...

what'd you do with your mom?

Donald?

You promised me we were
going for a ride!

We did go for
a ride, Mother.

Oh...

Well, very well.

You drive too fast, Donald.

Is that our housekeeper?

DUCKY:
Mother,

Mrs. Leary left for Ireland
ten years ago.

( loudly ):
Hello, Mrs. Mallard.

Oh...

Ask the the boy
to pour me a drink.

We're not at home,
Mother,

and Jimmy is not
a servant.

MRS. MALLARD
Very well.

I shall do it myself.

DUCKY:
Abby,

would you...
do me a favor?

I mean, just until
we finish?

Oh, lovely!
Single malt.

Of course.

Mrs. Mallard?

Would you like to see
my mass spectrometer?

What a charming
young lady.

Of course
I would, my dear.

What is a mass
speedometer?

Does it move very fast?

ABBY:
Well...

Can I ask you a question?
Yes.

You really think I smell?

( laughs )

I was just kidding.

( farts )

What about now?

You are disgusting.
You do that again,

and I'll shoot you.

Why?
Got it?

Oh!
Start the car.

What good is that going to do
when you're still in it?

( starting engine )

TONY:
It's Roca's car.

Gibbs?

ZIVA ( over phone ):
Roca's leaving.

Boss, the private
jet he booked

is refueled,
standing by.

A diplomat's car is
considered foreign soil.

It's as sovereign
as the embassy.
Mm.

What do we do?

Delay him.

Here we go.

( tires screeching )

Hippopotamus

amphibius.

The river horse.

I once swam with them

while I was on safari

( fart-like sound )
in Kenya.

Oh, dear!

My apologies.

Oh, no, that's
Bert the Hippo.

He's supposed
to do that.

Really?

( farting sound )

How delightful!

( farting sound )

It reminds of my
bagpipe-playing days.

( farting sound )
Did you know

that without those
longshoremen tattoos

and that dog collar,

you are the exact spitting image
of my sister Gloria!

Thank you.

I hated her.

She once tried to sleep
with my late husband
while he was still alive.

Mother!

I'm sure Abigail
doesn't want to hear

any more of our
family troubles.

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

Brain tissue-- I need
a full rundown...
Donald.

Did you sleep with her?

Oh, mother, please!

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

He isn't getting any younger.

You need to move fast.

TONY:
How exactly does Gibbs

expect us to delay him?
I have a plan.
Buckle your seat belt.

What?
Buckle.

( engine revs,
tires squeal )

Come on, look out,
look out, look out!

( horn honks )

( tires screech, cars crash )

( Ziva speaking Hebrew )

( speaking Hebrew )

McGEE:
Boss, this was recorded
five minutes ago.

McGEE:
Looks like Roca managed
to avoid Tony and Ziva.

You think, McGee?

His plane is scheduled to
depart within the hour.

Guess we can't
win them all.

I mean that he...

Plane hasn't left
yet; delay it.

How exactly?

Call the control tower.

Tell them there's a
possible security risk.

Make something up.

Can we do that?

I don't know,
McGee, can you?

WOMAN:
Feed from the State Department's

coming in, sir.

What the hell were your people
thinking, Agent Gibbs?

That was a diplomatic vehicle
they rammed.

You told us that
we couldn't question Roca.

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

You don't understand
the implications...

You worried about insurance?

NCIS has excellent coverage.

You're straining
an already tenuous situation.

We both know
that Roca is no diplomat.

He's a foreign spy
operating on American soil.

Then prove it!

Give me permission
to take him into custody.

If it helps,

tell your people
that he may have documents

vital to our national security.

All right.

I'm going to start the paperwork
from this end.

How long?

If I fast-track the request,
maybe a week.

Okay.

Talked to the control tower,

convinced them to rescreen
all the passengers.

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

GIBBS:
Roca is on a
private jet

right now.
He's leaving the country.

Then the best I can do

is lodge a formal complaint
with the embassy

and bar him
from returning to the States.

He's not
coming back, Levinson!

He's getting away
with murder!

( alarm sounding )

Someone's trying
to gain access into MTAC

with an unauthorized code, sir.

Here.

Hello.

This thing must be broken.

I can't see anyone
dancing in there.

GUARD:
Sir?

We're okay, it's clear.

Should I get State back?

For what?

Uh, Mrs. Mallard, are you
looking for your son?

Young man, have we met before?

Leroy Jethro Gibbs, ma'am.

Of the Southampton Gibbses?

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

You're very
handsome, Matthew.

Are you,
are you... married?

( bell dings )

JIMMY:
I'm so sorry,
Dr. Mallard.

I just turned my
back for a second...

Not to worry, Jimmy.

I lose her all the time.

She's really fast
for her age.

Yes, I'll call security.

MRS. MALLARD:
You may find this
hard to believe,

but Donald was
the cutest child.

Had long, curly blond hair.

Everybody thought
he was a girl

until he was 12,
when his voice changed.

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

while I tell Agent Gibbs
what I found.

I'm still waiting for
that drink, Leonard!

I'm certain the shot

to Lieutenant Hill's
head was peri-mortem,

based on the lack of tissue
reaction in her brain.

When she was shot,
she was unconscious.

How'd she get that way?

This is the Lieutenant's
head and neck.

The left superior
carotid artery

is narrowed--
restricted blood flow.

Choke hold.

Slight pressure
for ten seconds

will render a victim unconscious

and leaves no external bruising.

I gave Abby
some brain tissue samples

to check for CO2 levels.

Any way to tie
Roca to it?

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

There's a chance
that some of the samples

we took from her body
could have his DNA.

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

And with diplomatic immunity...

His plane leaves in two hours.

Find me something.

Matthew, I'll be
expecting your call.

I can't remember
my number.

But you'll get it from Donald.

( deep, moaning sigh )

McGEE:
Tried everything.

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

Can you extract anything
that looks like a date?

I could try.

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

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

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

Yeah.

Not exactly the way I wanted
to end my naval career--

asleep at the damn switch.

What was on that doodad thing?

Can't tell yet, boss.
I need to get

one of my people down
here to decode it.

Are you still holding
Lieutenant Napleton?

Yep.

Well, if you've
cleared her,

I could sure
use her help.

What? You think she's involved?

We're investigating
treason, skipper.

Right now,
I suspect everyone.

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

She didn't.

She had help.

Found a fingerprint
on that flash chip thing.

Probably the person who did it.

Napleton?

Protocol officer
from the Venezuelan embassy.

( computer beeping )

ABBY:
Before you ask, no,

I haven't found any
physical evidence

linking Simon Roca
to the lieutenant's murder yet.

That can wait, Abs.

I need you to do
something else for me.

It'll only take
a few minutes.

Might go faster

if I have another
one of these.

Too much caffeine
is not good for you, Abby.

I need you to check

this cereal
box for GSR.

Why?

Because I don't think

Lieutenant Hill put
the chip in there.

I'm begging you, please.

No.

No way.

I don't care how nice you are,

how much you bribe
me or how much

you threaten me.

( sniffs, coughs )

I'm not filling
out the paperwork.

It's not the filing

of the accident report
I object to.

I'd prefer
if you said you were

driving the car.

Well, that would be lying,

and lying is bad.

Will you just
listen to me?!

I'm listening.

You're right.

I'm sorry.

Been at NCIS for
a short while,

and it would
look very bad

to have another
accident in my dossier.

Another accident?

I've had some... difficulties.

"Some" indicates
more than one.

How many?

Is that really important?

Three.

But the second
was not my fault.

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

Well, that depends.

What's in it for me?

Hmm.

Hmm.
Hmm.

Anything you want.

Anything?

GIBBS:
Hey! Button your shirt!

Hey, boss, she came

into my space...
I don't care.

Roca's at the damn airport.

Yeah, uh, that's my fault, boss.

I take full
responsibility.

I shouldn't have
let Ziva drive.

It doesn't fit.

I know. I talked
to my tailor about that.

He says that the whole point
of bespoke tailoring is...

But you mean Simon Roca.

He's got diplomatic
immunity, DiNozzo.

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

So why the shell game
with his car?

In fact, how did he even
know we were onto him?
( phone ringing )

Yeah. Gibbs.

On my way.

What was that for?

Blackmailing your partner.

Boss...

that flash card data is
too corrupted to read.

I'm gonna take a copy
back to the Pentagon

and have my people...
It's too late.

GIBBS:
Our person of interest just
got clearance for takeoff.

Do you want to see the guy who
killed your Lieutenant get away?

Come on.

Gibbs, come here.

You were right.

GIBBS:
DiNozzo, David, McGee--

waiting for an invitation?

Just like that
he gets a free pass?

When a foreign diplomat
is accused of espionage,

all we can do is ask him
to leave the country.

Roca's doing it on his own.

Yeah, but if he could
walk at anytime,

why'd he murder
my lieutenant?

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

So that's it?

There's nothing
we can do?

No, I didn't
say that, skip.

We can still
arrest her murderer.

GIBBS:
Outside of my team,
only two people know

how Lieutenant Hill died--

Napleton and the person
who killed her.

How'd you know
she shot herself?

Um...

Uh, Napleton told me.

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

And you were the one
who told us about

the missing flash card.

The only thing
tying Roca to the case.

Convenient, yes?

Holing up inside
the embassy, huh?

Booking private planes.

You wanted us
to focus on Roca.

But Lieutenant Hill
stole that flash card.

There's gunshot residue
on the outside

of the cereal box
we found it in.

GIBBS:
The flash card was
put there by the killer

after he shot her--
she was framed.

No, no... uh, Napleton.

Napleton could have...

Her alibi
checked out, Dorn.

ZIVA:
I'm impressed.

The diplomat takes the blame,
we get our mole,

and your cover
remains intact, Captain.

I'll have to remember that one.

You could just
rent No Way Out.

I'll take it from here.

You three go home,
get some rest.

Good job.

( groans )

That resignation you offered
the admiral earlier...

I got a feeling he's
going to accept it.

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