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Retesting evasive
driving techniques.

Third time's the charm, Otto.

You can do it.

(engine roaring)

(tires screeching)

Give me a 180, Otto.

(tires screeching)

Yes! Didn't touch a single
cone on that run.

I would call that a pass, baby.

Phase two.

This one's for you, Torsten.

Go for it, Otto.

Make me proud.

Avoiding civilian casualties
during high-speed egress.

(tires screeching)

(grunts)

Oops.

Sorry about that, Torsten.

(chuckles)

Need to recalibrate the
braking-to-surface algorithm.

That was my fault, Otto.

Not yours.

Test concluded.

Take me home, Otto.

Ooh...

Still a few bugs to work out,

but Otto and I are both
feeling much better

about the drive-off next week.

Oh, note for Jamie-- fuel
pressure gauge is fluctuating.

(beeps)

(gasps)

Malfunction in
the electrical system at 0638.

Initiating software shutdown.

(engine starts, revs)

(coughing)

Exhaust in the cabin.

Otto's core is frozen.

I'm hitting the kill switch.

(straining, coughing)

Come on... Come on!

I'm trapped in the ca...

(coughing)

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WOMAN:
Lights, please.

From the video presentation,

it's clear that sexual
harassment

can take many forms
in the workplace.

A coworker
with elevator eyes

looking you up
and down,

a coworker shows
you a cartoon

or photo of a sexual nature.

If you're lucky.

A coworker's hand accidentally
brushes up against your body.

If you're
really lucky.

Physical contact

can be divided
into three categories.

Green light includes
normal behavior.

Yellow light includes

borderline behaviors
such as hugging someone or...

Yep?

What's wrong with
hugging people?

I hug people all the time.

You may see it as friendly,

but your coworkers
may find it offensive.

You guys get offended
when I hug you?

No.
No.
No.

Of course not, Abby.

No, no, no.

I'm hugging you all
in my mind right now.

D.O.D. policy

is very clear about
this point, Miss.

You must first ask permission
before making physical contact

with a coworker.

Like, every time?

Yes.

And finally, there's
red light behavior,

such as deliberate, unwelcomed

touching.

(shrieks)

Another question?

Yeah, what if you
slap someone

in the back of
the head like this?

Would that be considered
inappropriate behavior?

Absolutely.

Are you saying that this
has actually happened?

No, I was just wondering,
that's all.

Yes?
(cell phone ringing)

Uh, yes, uh, what
if part of your job...

Gibbs.

includes... touching
naked people and...

That's inappropriate
at any time.

Even if they're dead?

Why are you touching
dead, naked people?

You see, I work in autopsy...

Can we try to keep this
discussion focused on

the topic...
Gear up.

Navy lieutenant's
been found dead

in an R & D facility
in Fairfax.

Wait, I can't mark
you as attending

unless you're here for...

Uh, Ms. Taylor.

I will take excellent
notes for them.

Okay...

GIBBS:
Ducky won't be here.

He's got to take his mom
to the hospital.

JIMMY:
Is Victoria all right?

Well, she cut
herself shaving,

and for some reason,

he thinks you can
handle this, Palmer.

Uh... what do you think,
Agent Gibbs?

Well, I don't know, Palmer.

You got me a T.O.D.?

Yes. Uh, according
to the liver probe,

she died two hours
and 18 minutes ago.

Does it tell you how?

Actually, the probe only
tells you the difference

between ambient
temperature and...

But you already
know all this.

Uh, tentatively, I'd say she
died from hypoxia, Agent Gibbs.

Carbon monoxide poisoning.

Yeah, most likely.

In 68% of cases,
it's accidental.

And, uh, the other
29% are self-inflicted.

GIBBS:
Well, I'm more concerned
with the three percent

you left out.

Palmer, he's talking
about the ones

deliberately murdered this way.

GIBBS:
How'd she get on the floor.

Coworker found her
in the passenger seat,

in there, doors still closed
and the engine running.

He drove it out, attempted CPR.

Tony's taking
a statement now.

What kind of vehicle is this?

It is a second
generation

fully autonomous AI-
operated vehicle, boss.

Well, yeah. Yeah, I can
see that, McGee.

I mean, other than the obvious.

Wait, you actually

understood that?

You know what
it does then?

Yeah, your basic

second generation AI...
autonomous... stuff.

Where the hell
does the driver sit?

That's the point.
There isn't one.

It drives itself.

Boss, "AI" stands for

artificial intelligence.

It's a robot.

MAN:
All I'm saying, Agent DiNozzo

is our entire team
is under a tremendous

amount of stress.

We're competing against
dozens of teams.

Three and a half
years of work,

and it all comes down to a
single proof of concept test.

Robot car race.

In crude terms, yes.

What do you get
if you win?

Recognition in my field.

What about one of those cool
trophies like they hand out

at NASCAR?
I wouldn't know.

I'm a scientist, not a redneck.

It is the fastest-growing
sport in the country.

I rest my case.

In my opinion,

it's clear what happened here.

When I found Seabrook,

she was sitting in Otto
with the diagnostic

bay doors closed

and the engine running--
what's that tell you?

You think she killed herself?

I do.

What about an accident
or a malfunction?

All she had to do
to shut Otto down

was to flick the kill switch.

It was right in front
of her on the dashboard.

Look, obviously
she couldn't face

her own faults and
missed deadlines,

so she took
the coward's way out.

That's enough, Torsten.
She's dead,
Russell.

There's no need
for you

to continue this charade
of defending her.

I'm Dr. Pike. Project leader.

Where is Lieutenant
Seabrook?

Could you stop?

Can I... Can I see her?

Roni...

what have you done?

Ziva, you have really
got to see this.

See what, McGee?

It's an Atlas-Seven CPU.

It's the same one developed
for the Martian rovers.

And how does this
pertain to the case?

Well, it doesn't.
I just thought it was cool.

See, the thing about...

(grunting)

(camera shutter clicks)

That better be
your handcuffs.

I believe this is a classic
yellow light situation.

Stop moving, McGee.
My hand's stuck.

It's not the only
thing that's stuck.

Make that a red
light situation.

What are you doing?

Investigating
a dead Naval officer.

That's a $22 million
piece of equipment, you...

You people are jeopardizing
my entire project.

We're doing our jobs.
What'd you find?

Ah, there's a USB cable,

still attached to the console
in the passenger side.

Also bagged a battery for
a laptop in the front seat.

I removed the laptop.

We'll need it.

Absolutely not.

It contains a backup copy
of Otto's AI.

Well, whatever that is,
we'll need that, too.

That is Otto.

Already got it
covered, Tony.

Tow truck should be
here any minute now.

This is our only prototype!

You people...
you people are...

you're....

We're cops, Federal agents,
police officers?

Maybe if you sound it
out, it's easier.

You know, English
as a third language

is always the trickiest one.

I'll take the laptop now,
please.

I've known Roni for almost
ten years, Agent Gibbs.

She was one of my brightest
students at MIT.

An exceptional mind.

Light-years ahead
of her peers

when it came to the field of
artificial intelligence.

Machines that can think.

Yes.

So, that Humvee can think?

Only about driving.

An easy task for you or me,
but for a machine, it takes

millions of calculations
a second and complex
reasoning skills.

According to the Navy,

your thinking car is a joint
project with them and Azeon.

They've been very good to us
as far as R & D resources go.

Meaning money.

And Lieutenant Seabrook's time.

Gonna need your
security tapes

and access logs
that you keep, Doctor.

She wasn't even supposed to be
here this morning, Agent Gibbs.

She worked late
last night. I... I...

I gave her the morning off.

She didn't take it.

She died in your garage at
zero-six-forty this morning.

She must have come in
to run a test.

She's a...

was a perfectionist.

Never satisfied.

Traits I'm afraid
I encouraged her in.

Sitting in a running vehicle

inside an enclosed space
is not a bright idea.

Trust me, Agent Gibbs...

Roni was not the type to kill
herself.

What type was she, Doctor?

Driven.

ZIVA:
Lieutenant Seabrook's Naval
career was most unusual.

No deployments and,
as far as I can tell,

she never set foot on a ship.

Well, she was an egghead.

They don't recruit them
to fight wars.
No. Just to build

the machines for fighting them.
Maybe she had enough.

Enough of what?

You'd be surprised how many

weapon designers take
their own lives.

I might have a better motive.

Azeon had everything
leveraged on Otto.

It fails the drive-off,
the company goes bankrupt.

Sabotage.

Someone wanted them to fail.

Not bad, McGee.

I got one better than better.

Curious to know what follows red
light behavior, Ziva?

A potential pregnancy?

It's a good guess,
but not in this case.

Check this out.

Ran the security footage taken
from the lab.

Zero-one-fifteen.

Last two people present were our
lieutenant and this guy.

Azeon's chief mechanic,
Jamie Jones.

Hold on to your socks.

Gets a little steamy.

What about the video from this
morning, when she died?

Oh, yeah!

Why didn't I think
of that?!

'Cause someone erased it.

The last image taken
from any camera stops

at zero-five-thirty-seven
this morning.

And then nothing
but snow.

She was murdered.

Did you find my bag, Mr. Palmer?

In the trunk of your car,
Doctor.

Ah, thank you.
I'm sorry if I seem

a bit flustered today.

Oh, that's
understandable, Doctor.

Where did your
mother cut herself?

Well, let's just say that a
woman in her 90s

should not be using a
straight-edged razor

when grooming, and
leave it at that.

Are you hiding a secret
from me, Mr. Palmer?

Well, it's nothing to
be embarrassed about.

I've been thinking of doing
the same thing myself.

You are?
Yes, only in my case,

I have to be careful

of heart strain
and muscle fatigue.

How long have you been pumping?

I, I wouldn't call it pumping,
Doctor.

Well, whatever they
call it these days,
I'm impressed with you.

Really?

Yes, you've certainly got
yourself in shape.

(chuckles):
Have you joined a gym?

A gym?

Yes, yes, yes, I have.
A, uh, few months ago.

What have we got, Duck?

Ah, Mr. Palmer's initial
assumption was correct.

Lieutenant Seabrook died of
carbon monoxide poisoning.

Tell me something I don't know.

The levels of C.O.
in her blood--

five times the fatal dose, yes.
She was probably rendered

unconscious in less
than 30 seconds.

Not possible,
unless she was...
She was breathing in

the exhaust fumes directly from
the tailpipe.

Or someone pumped it into the
vehicle.

Which makes sense, in light of
what else I found.

Evidence of assault.
Look at her wrists.

They're bruised.

She was restrained.

And I also found
what appear to be

bite marks on her inner thighs
and back.

Run a rape kit.

I did.
That's when I found this.

An intrauterine device.

More commonly known
as an I.U.D.

Is it just me, or has
anyone else wondered

how they get those
little things in there?

That, that probably sounded

a lot more inappropriate
than I meant.

Do you think, Palmer?
As I was saying,

when I ran the rape kit, I found
fresh male genetic material.

From last night or
early this morning.

Abby's running
the samples now.

I also found
traces of engine oil

and a particular
kind of lotion

on her hair and skin.

The main ingredient was pumice.

Grease-monkey soap.
Yeah.

Except, her nails and hands
are clean.

The skin is soft, no calluses

to speak of.
Not her soap.

Yeah, she certainly
wasn't a regular user.

Thanks, Duck.

Did you learn nothing

in that class this morning,
Mr. Palmer?

Jamie Jones was arrested in 1998

for assault and battery on his
girlfriend and....

she dropped the charges and
married him six months later.

There's no accounting for taste.

Look at Britney and K-Fed.

At least she was smart enough to
ask for a divorce.

So was Jones' wife.

Divorced three years ago.

Ooh, and there's
a restraining order.

Shocking.

Not on him.

He got it against his ex-wife.

Lieutenant Seabrook wasn't alone
at Azeon last night, boss.

She was with a mechanic.

Yeah. The Azeon security
cameras caught it.

And there was
evidence she was...

Sexually assaulted.

Ducky thinks
she was raped.

Yeah, check this out.

You get a warrant yet?
Yeah. Right here.
Name's Jamie Jones.

Ziva and I were
gonna pick him up.

Not anymore. You're processing
the Lieutenant's apartment.

Boss, what about me?
You get with Abby. The C.O.
levels in that vehicle were

off the charts.
You find out how he did it.

Ah. Letting me drive?
No, I'm meeting you there.

I need to drop something off
at the hospital.

What?

A stool sample.
Would you like to see it?

You want me to stab you
in the eye with my knife?

(chuckles)

Abby?

Over here.

Over where?

Over down here.

I'm trying to decide
if this is a yellow light

or a red light situation.

(chuckles)

You only wish I was still

sexually harassing you.

So, uh, Gibbs wants us
to figure out how
so much CO got pumped

into the vehicle's cabin.
Okay, first of all, McGee,

his name... is Otto.

O-T-T-O.
It's a palindrome.

And second, he is so much
more than a vehicle.

I've never seen programming
like this.

It's complex, elegant,

visionary-- it's way
out of my league.

You?
I got lost
about 50 lines in.

Seabrook was operating
at a whole different level.

If they used the A.I.
to sabotage or redirect

the exhaust into the
ventilation system,

that could take us
months to track.

Make sure you tell Gibbs that.

I did. I told him we needed help
from the Azeon people.

How? Right now
they're all suspects.

That's what he said.

(sighs):
Great.

Well, how long did he
give us this time?

Today.

ENGLER:
This is
completely unacceptable.

When do we get
our vehicle back?
When we're done with it.

Doing what?
Figuring out

how it was used to kill
Lieutenant Seabrook.

Are all NCIS agents this stupid.

Mr. Engler, insulting
our guest won't bring Otto

back here any sooner.

Of course.

My apologies.

How long will it take for you
to figure out

Roni killed herself,
Agent Gibbs?
Who said she killed herself?

She was the only one
down here this morning!

You mean except for you.

Torsten...

take a break.

I'll handle this.

Well, you better, Russell.

He's jeopardizing
the entire future
of this company.

What he was trying to
say was that this...

proof-of-concept test is
make-or-break time for us,

Agent Gibbs.
Reschedule it.

I tried.

The D.O.D. won't budge
on the dates.

Dozens of teams are flying in
from all over the world.

Then you better help me find
Lieutenant Seabrook's killer.

Where's your chief mechanic?

Jamie?

(chuckles):
No. No, not possible.

He got along very
well with Roni.

They were very
good friends.

He sexually assaulted her
in his garage last night.

That's definitely yellow light.

Cytology tests take
72 hours, but...

Dr. House gets his results
back in ten minutes.

It's ridiculous.
In the entertainment world,

they call that "suspension
of disbelief," actually.

(laughs):
Tony!

What are you doing here?

Oh, well, I was in the area,

and I thought I would,
uh, drop this off.

You found it.

Yes, I did.
Thank you.

Uh, who's the guy
molesting your neck...

(chuckles):
over there.
Oh.

Just... curious.

Am I detecting a little
bit of jealousy here?

(laughs):
Me?

Jealous? Yeah.

Who was he?
He's gay.

Okay. Good.

(laughs):
What's next,

insisting that I can't
see other people?

Oh, no, that would...

that would just be cruel.

You're the one who was too
busy to see me last night.

Yeah, and I'll
make it up to you.

When?

Tomorrow.

I promise.

Promise?

Mm.

What's that,
marking your territory?

Oh, just a reminder.

Just until you make good
on your promise.

(chuckles)

(door opens)

Looks like she did

a Trading Spaces
with John Nash.

Russell Crowe played him
in A Beautiful Mind,

that Ron Howard movie
about the insane mathematician?

What kind of tests
are you getting done?

Why, you worried about me?

You're keeping a paper bag
filled with crap

in your desk--
what do you think?

I think you should go
and check the bedroom.

That is...

unless you want me
to come with you...

and help.

What?

Just wondering if offering
to take me to a bedroom

constitutes sexual harassment.

Well, if you have to ask,
then it's not harassment.

Tony! Get in here!

I just found Jamie Jones.

(grunting, panting)

(muffled):
Untie me!

ZIVA:
What do you think, Tony?

Well, you saw the video of him
assaulting Lieutenant Seabrook.

Doesn't explain
how he ended up

tied to her bedposts
with a ball gag in his mouth.

Well, have you ever heard
of accomplices?

(phone rings)

Oh.

Tony.

Am I catching you at a bad time?

Uh, what can I do for you?

Tomorrow night,
I was thinking sushi.

There's a great new place
in Georgetown.

Okay.
Well, don't sound so excited.

I'm at work.

But, right, got it.

Okay.

What part of inappropriate
touching don't you understand?

(grunting)

ZIVA:
Uni Hospital?

Test results came
back already?

I'm pregnant.

McGee's gonna be very proud.

What are you looking at?

Keep an eye on the jumpsuit.

This Seabrook's got a bunch
of MP3 files on here.

All created over
the last 24 hours.

You think she was
illegally downloading?

No. They were recorded with
the laptop's microphone.

I think she was making
verbal observations

while running her tests.

I'm gonna line up
the time-stamps.

She might have made a recording
while she was dying.

So, she was
in the passenger seat.

Probably...

buckled her seat belt.

ABBY:
Now, if she was tied
to something,

what would she be tied to?

Hm.

McGee!

McGee!

McGee!

(pounding on window)

McGee!

McGee, help me!

McGee!

(coughing)

(pounding on window, coughing)

McGee!

McGee!

Help!

It won't open.
The kill switch.

(Abby coughing)

(Abby coughing)

Cover your face!

Come on.

Permission to hug you.

You never have
to ask, Abby.

What happened?

Get the chair.

I almost bought the farm, McGee.

(coughs)

I even saw that old lady
telling me to run to the light.

Boss, my back was only
turned for a few seconds.

A few mores seconds, McGee,
she'd be dead.

You okay?

Yeah, I'm really lightheaded.

Boss, evidence cage called in
an emergency alert...?

It was me, DiNozzo.
Stand down.

You attacked the car?

The car tried to kill Abby.

I think there was a short.

When I tried to
unbuckle my seat belt,

it pinned me back
and the windows shut

and the engines started.

It triggered all the doors

in the car to lock.

And then the whole cabin
filled up with exhaust.

A few minutes more,
I would've been

singing hymns with
my angels right how.

Abby, I'd have
noticed before then.

Then I would've
hugged you, McGee.

So Lieutenant Seabrook was
killed by a malfunction?

Too many variables.

It was deliberate.

The lieutenant was set up
to look like suicide.

I think it's time you had a
heart-to-heart with Jones, boss.

How'd he do it?

It's not a damn quiz, McGee!

Find out!

On it.

What'd you say to Jones?

Nothing.
He's been asking

about Lieutenant Seabrook.

Acting like she's still alive.

Come on, Ducky's
checking you out.

I'm fine, I just...

It's not a request, Abby.

This is not good.

Look, this is all just a big
misunderstanding, Agent Gibbs.

All you have to do is
call one phone number, man.

Lawyer?

No.

Roni.

Look, I know

what it must have looked like
back at her apartment...

Lieutenant Seabrook's
your girlfriend now?

Yeah.

Look, we worked together
for a few years, we started

dating maybe
six months back.

Dating?
Yeah.

What's that look like?

It's a stupid game, man.

Only when we're alone.

You like games, Jones?

We're just role playing,
all right?

It's not like
we're freaks.

Come on, man, am I going to
lose my security clearance

over this...?
Hey, you almost killed

one of my people today!

What?

That damn Humvee you used
to kill Lieutenant Seabrook.

Roni... What the hell
are you talking about?

Roni is downstairs, Jones!

On a steel slab!

This is one of her jokes, right?

Is she behind the glass?

Huh?

Because if you are, Roni,

this isn't funny!

Roni...

(voice breaking):
...tell me it's not real.

I did it, Abby.

I know how they got in.

How'd you know
I was here?

I didn't.

Abby, I'm sorry for...

I know.

Thought you were supposed to ask
for permission first.

Never with you, Tim.

He's telling the truth.

Just a quick test run and she's
coming right back to him.
(phone ringing)

Yeah. Gibbs.

Right with you, Abs.

The reason that we
couldn't find how

they hacked the AI
program was they didn't.

They snuck in before
the system was even on-line.

Makes sense.

There were a series
of commands inserted

into the flash memory
of the BIOS at boot-up.

They waited until
the conditions were met,

and the, bam,
killer car syndrome.

Once executed,
they purged from memory.

The only trace left,
an extra space

on one of the mother board's
bio chips.

Figured it'd be
something like that.

Right.
We know the program

was flashed
from a physical device

that was tied
into the system.

Memory stick.
SD card.

We just need
to find it.

And when we do, we'll
have the killer code

and a clue
to who wrote it.

I think we lost him.

We need to try it
again but slower.

So what you're saying,
for example,

is we need to find something
this small

in a Humvee jammed with

$22 million worth
of electronics.

Pretty much.

We're screwed.

Now that is an excellent point.

You wanted to see me?

You have plans
tonight, Tony.

Actually no.
Tomorrow, I'm going to...

It wasn't a question.

We've had these three
under observation

ever since you tagged
their bags at the airport.

They made reservations
for dinner tonight here.

The reservation
is for four.

I want to know who
they're meeting with.

Excellent.

I've always wanted to try
the food at this place,

but it's a little outside
of my price range.

You won't be inside.

We couldn't risk

them I.D.'ing you as the baggage
handler from the airport.

So what's the plan?

We're going to take a more
covert approachon this one.

Oh, I ever tell you
covert's my middle name?

* In my perspective

* I see the people
from the big jet plane *

(dog whimpering)

* The woman looks Teutonic,
she drinks a vodka tonic *

* And two bald men
sit with her *

* Waiting for a fourth

* They're not going to order
that main course *

* Until that person come...

Hey...

Everybody's a critic.

Am-scray.

Get out of here.

(dog whining)

Keep your eyes on the prize,
Tango Eight.

I may even let you keep
the money you're making.

* Sorry, I just do
what I can... *

You're not going to sing
the whole thing, are you?

* I gotta do what I gotta do

* I'm just a man

* Oh, speaking of man

* Another man walks through
that front door *

* Wearing a polka-dot scarf

* Will he join the table?
I don't know *

* Yes, he greets the woman,
what do they say? *

* Who knows

* He's sitting at the table

* With the other people
from the plane *

Stay steady on the target,
Tango 8.

I want his photo.

Isolate and freeze-frame.

* They are having
a conversation *

* A heavy, heavy conversation

* That man
talk, a-talk, a-talk a lot *

* Talk, a-talk, a-talk a lot

* Jenny, think I've been made

* Do you see what I see?

Relax, Tango 8.

I'm sure he's just checking
his reflection in the glass.

Hey, what was that
movie where they took
the whole car apart?

I am not Tony.

Come on.
You know the one.

They were looking for heroin

and they took apart
that entire car?

Still not Tony.

Abby, I think I found it.

That's it.

Yes!
That's the kill program.

That's a good job.

Now put it back together.

As in "now."

Gibbs, what's the rush?

The Director just assured
the Secretary of The Navy

we were handling this thing
with kid gloves.

Well, we didn't get
that memo

'cause you know,
we're wearing latex.

Well, they want a team
from Azeon to come by,

check and make sure

we didn't break anything.

When?

Two hours.

Boss, it took us ten
just to take it apart.

Yeah, that's why
I brought you help.

And Roni would be in tears
if she saw Otto like this.

Can you do it or not, Jones?

Does he have to run?

It'd be nice.

ZIVA:
You all right?

Define "all right."

Find out the results
from the medical tests yet?

Not yet.

Time's the Azeon team
getting here?

40 minutes ago.

You fell asleep.

Gibbs and Jenny are stalling
them in her office now.

If you've discovered the
problem with the vehicle,

we can fix it.

Wasn't a problem.

It was sabotage.

By whom?

An expert in artificial
intelligence.

Then it wasn't Jamie.

It must be one of the companies
we're competing against.

They, they know they

can't beat us
in a fair fight.

The winner of the drive-off gets
the entire D.O.D. contract,

Director Shepard,
not just the Navy's.

(phone rings)
The Navy's banking on you,
Doctor.

It's why I've
agreed to the
Secretary's request

that you visually inspect Otto.

When?

Right how if you'd like.

Agent Gibbs,
would you mind
escorting us?

Where is Otto?

Gibbs?

We have let a robot-killer
Humvee loose

on the streets of Washington.

Uh, technically, Director,

it's a second-generation,
fully...

I don't care what it's called!

Find it! Fast.

BOLO, on it, boss.

I'll take the Beltway!

Abby and I will see

if we can access
Otto's system remotely.

I think I might be able
to help with that.

Someone had to send Otto

a remote command
and navigational data.

All we have to do is find it...

So we can back-trace
it to our bad guy.

If we access the vehicle,
can we remotely operate it?

Yeah, I've seen Roni
do it before.

How?

I don't know, man.

I'm just a mechanic,
all right?

All this A.I. stuff
is way out of my league.

Okay, what's your job
during test runs?

I monitor stuff
like tire pressure,

fuel injectors...
How?

I have my own program.

I mean, I could try...

Do it.

All right.

But even if I can get in,
all I can tell you

is stuff like oil pressure
and fuel levels.

Navigation, external sensors,

that's all handled
by scientists.

All right, I'm in.
Now what?

Just sit back and let
the scientists...

Kick all kinds of major ass.

Roni would've really liked
you guys.

Okay, Abby, we're in sync.

You are now following
the same stream back

into Otto as Jamie's program.

Jamie, what's the most complex
sensor you monitor with this?

I'd say fuel injectors.

And when something goes wrong,
do you just monitor it,

or is there something you can
actually do?

I have the ability

to tweak some of the parameters
to avoid engine damage.

That's our way in. Is that
program on here, too?

Yeah, it's right there.

Great. Before we were
just receiving.

Now we can send.
Tweak something.

All right. What?

It doesn't matter.

I just need to follow it

downstream back into Otto.

Okay. Um...

How's that?

(typing)

I'm in.

Pull up the navigation
subdirectory.

Accessing Otto's onboard GPS.

It's stopped.

It's right off Route 123
in Fairfax.

Go, McGee. I'll keep
working on back-tracing

the guy that sent him there.

Clear!

They took our chip, boss.

GIBBS:
When I told you
to put this car back together,

I didn't mean put it back
together with the

only piece of evidence we had
on the killer.

I didn't. We put in a copy.
Abby's got the original.

Otto has five stereo cameras.

Hoping one of them
got a picture of our guy.

TONY:
We're definitely dealing with
someone on the inside.

They knew where all
of Otto's cameras were.

The only picture
I got is this.

TONY:
This thing takes worse pictures
than you do, McGee.

They went to a lot of trouble
to get the chip back. Why?

Like you said,
It's the only
evidence we have.

They know we can link it to 'em.
How?

There weren't any prints
on the surface.

The program's
in assembly language.

I'm not sure.

(phone rings)

Yeah. Gibbs.

I back-traced the connection
used to activate Otto.

They're in Azeon's network.

They're online right now.
I even have their... Gibbs?

(sighs)

Don't worry, Jamie.
We are going to get this guy.

You're sure about this,
Agent Gibbs?

We sure about this, McGee?

Abby gave me
the specific I.P. address

for the computer
used to access Otto.

I'll know it when I find it.

Which one was it?

We're working on it.

Boss?

I.P. address matches this one.

Engler.

You bastard!
You killed her!

ENGLER:
Get him off me!

What's the matter?
You couldn't share
the limelight?!

Why would I kill Seabrook?!

You've been jealous of Roni
from the moment you met her.

That's ridiculous!

If anything,
she was jealous of me.

I demand to know what proof
you have against me.

This.

A flash chip?

It was used to kill
Lieutenant Seabrook.

The one you took
from the vehicle was a copy.

Then let me see the code.

Everyone here has their
own specific style.

I can tell you
with certainty who
wrote that one.

As can I, Engler-- may I?

You're mistaken,
Agent Gibbs,

this chip is blank.

Let him go.

Boss?

GIBBS:
Let him go. He's the one
who found Seabrook.

If he wanted the chip back,

he would have taken it
before anyone got there.

Dr. Pike...

...the only thing

you erased from this chip
are my photos.

The real chip is in
the evidence locker at NCIS.

JAMIE:
She thought of you
like a father!

She was supposed to take
the morning off, Jamie.

It was an accident.

I would never...

never...

Who was supposed to drive Otto
that morning?

Me.

You... senile

old fool.

You were trying to kill me.

I did it for all of us.

He owns half
the company.

When Otto wins that race,

we would have been stuck working
with him forever.

Nobody deserves that.

You smug bastard.

I never should've
brought you in on this.

If "red light" is for
sexually assaulting

a coworker, what
color is for murder?

Uh... how's
"black light" sound?

Works for me.

Hey.

It's late; go home.

Just doing a little research.

On what?

Y. pestis.

A very nasty illness.

It can cause permanent damage
to the heart, lungs and kidneys,

and in some cases,

patients can relapse
months or even years later.

Tony had it.

I know, Ziva, I was there.

Did you know that he had
some tests done recently?

And he's been wearing a hospital
bracelet on his wrist.

Nope.

I asked him why,
but he won't tell me.

Then he's probably got
a pretty good reason.

So, uh... can I
take this off now?

(clears throat)

I haven't made
up my mind yet.

Okay.

You do know that it's
for the psych ward, right?

Yeah. Oh, yeah.

I picked it out
special for you.

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