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MAN:
It got ugly.

Didn't think I was
going to get out of there.

No, he still hasn't checked in.

I'll let you know
as soon as I know.

(phone rings)

Tell me you have it.

How much time have you had?

Dude, it's a keg!

You go to the liquor store,
pick it up.

Here's the thing
about surprise parties, okay?

They're supposed to be
a surp...

(horn honking, man gasps)

(tires squealing)

(panting)

MAN (on phone):
Dude, are you there?

Whoa, dude, what was that?
(pained grunts)

Chris, man, talk to me.
(groans)

What's up, dude, are you there?

Are you okay?
I got into an accident.

Accident?
I'll call you back.

Don't worry. I'm fine.

(groans, pants)

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It was a simple
question, McGee.

Yeah, one I would expect
from Tony, not you.

I'm just
being curious.

About when I lost
my virginity?

No, you misunderstood.

I'm not asking when
you lost your virginity

but if... you lost it.

What's wrong with this picture?

You mean, aside from
Tony being here before us?

And actually working?

I can hear you, you know?

I am here if you would
like to talk.

About what?

I know how much
you cared about her.

I'm fine, Ziva.
All right,

but I thought maybe

you needed
a little cheering up?

If needed to be
cheered up,

I would've put superglue
on McGee's keyboard.

You put superglue
on my keyboard.

(groans)

Well... you got me.
McGEE:
Come on.

I was sort of saving
it for a rainy day.

Did it help?

Didn't hurt.

You know...

(groaning)

Boss, Tony...

I know.

Are you ever going
to learn, McGee?

Grab your gear-- we got a
petty officer in a hit-and-run.

Uh...

Um...

Guys...

Little help, please.

TONY:
Hit-and-run--
it's a felony now,

but in DiNozzo's Guide to Women,
a way of life.

In this case, death.

How did he end up
over here?

Good question, DiNozzo.

TONY:
At least he went out
looking sharp.

Yeah, but when he dressed
this morning,

I doubt he was aware
that the end was nigh.

When people choose not
to wear their seat belts,

they rarely consider
their own mortality.

If they did,
they would definitely wear

their seat belts.

You know, I would've thought
with that kind of damage

he would be
all the way down there.

Did you move my body, Jethro?

Someone did.

TONY:
Well, the state police said they

didn't touch the body
after they ID'd him.

Report indicated he blew
that stop sign over there.

Swerved to avoid another car.

Then he went through
the windshield

when he hit
the bridge?

DUCKY:
Hello.

TONY:
This just keeps
getting better.

I'm going with stripper.

This is not
an uncommon way

for young servicemen to
complement their incomes.

In fact, when I was
young, I used to...

Oh...

Used to what?

DUCKY:
Oh, my.

Shotgun, close range.

Our hit-and-run just became
shoot-and-scoot.

DUCKY:
But there's no
visible damage

to the head.

I do not believe
that this gentleman...

made that hole.

And if he didn't make it,
who did?

McGEE:
The more I think about it,

the more I can't believe
we fell for it.

Tony with a girlfriend?

I believe he had real feelings
for her, McGee.

I don't doubt that--
see what she looks like?

(scoffs):
Sounds like you wish
you had the assignment.

Yeah, I don't know why
the director didn't give
it to me to begin with.

Still talking about the little
probie losing his virginity?

DUCKY:
Down here!

There.

This is more like it.

She has a
smashed cranium,

lacerations and possible
multiple fractures.

I think we've found
our human cannonball.

TONY:
I think the state police
definitely had it wrong, boss.

Petty Officer Munoz didn't
blow off that stop sign.

Nah, he was in the other car.

He got run off the road
by the guy who did.

Then got shot for his trouble.

ZIVA:
No footprints.

Her companion took off
in Munoz's vehicle

and left her here to die.

Who does that?

Clearly, someone
in a terrible rush.

Rush to where?

TONY:
Well, we know where
Petty Officer Munoz

was in a rush to.
We spoke to his roommate.

Munoz was throwing a surprise
party for one of his friends

who just arrived
from Iraq.

But he was late
coming back from...

the Chelsea Girls School
Class of '57 50-year reunion.

And I got the
pictures to prove it.

(groans)

TONY:
My God.

It's like Cocoon
meets Dirty Dancing.

TONY: I wonder if Ducky
has dreams like this.

Gibbs probably isn't
too far behind.

He's standing right
behind me, isn't he?

Sorry about that, boss.
Going to be your dreams

one day, too,
DiNozzo.

McGEE:
Well, maybe Petty Officer Munoz

danced with the wrong woman.

And was run off the road
by a jealous husband.

What, in his
motorized wheelchair?

(chuckles):
Come on, guys, this
is pretty simple.

We're looking for a bad guy
who got into an accident,

and then he
carjacked Munoz

'cause he wanted to get
the hell out of Dodge.

Put out a BOLO
on Munoz's truck.

We got a few more leads
to follow, but...

my gut tells me that Munoz had

a terminal case
of wrong place, wrong time.

Unless your gut...
told you something else, boss.

The girl.

Yeah, we got a hit

on the prints.

Heidi Campisano, 25--
though this picture's

three years old.

TONY:
Pyramid schemes, Internet fraud,
bogus rare coins.

She is a con artist.
Was.

Dropped off the radar
three years ago.

I'm guessing since she's
laying in our morgue

it wasn't to go legit.

The car hers?

No. Car is registered
to Nicholas Barnes.

GIBBS:
DiNozzo!

Here.

(country music playing)
MAN:
Nicky!

Get your ass out here!

(chuckles):
Run in the bathroom
like a little girl

when he saw you guys
pull up.

This is about
Tiffany, right?

Tiffany?

Yeah, his girl.

Nicky!

The name's not Tiffany.

Oh, really.

You don't say.
(chuckles)

I told him that girl
was no good.

He didn't listen to me.
(toilet flushing)

Well, there's some
Navy cops here

want to ask you
a few questions.

Now, you remember what
I told you about telling lies.

Something wrong?

Nope.

TONY:
Just had to pee all of a sudden?

Figured you want
to ask me about Tiff--

didn't really want
to talk about her.

Is that a crime?
No.

But murder is.

Oh, murder! Perfect!

You know this guy?

Nope.

He was shot
and killed today.

Your car was found at the scene
wrapped around a bridge.

Not my car.

I gave it to Tiff.

She said hers was stolen.

MR. BARNES:
Oh, tell 'em what
else you gave her.

A thousand bucks.

Tell 'em why.

Oh, for an operation.

What kind?
He didn't even ask.

You also didn't ask how she was.

Car wrapped around
a tree and all.

I hope she's dead.

She is.

If you'd like us
to arrest you now, Nicky,

that can be arranged.

MR. BARNES:
Hey, now, wait a second.

Just hold on right there.

My boy ain't guilty of anything
except for being an idiot.

Now, that girl Tiffany,
or whoever she was,

she was playing him
and a couple of other guys.

He spoke up to her
about it,

and she run off--
that was about a week ago.

She said she loved me.

You don't lie
to somebody you love.

Do you know how wonderful
it is to be with someone

who doesn't even lie
about the little things?

How can I ever trust you again?

(echoing):
Why? Why? Why?

GIBBS:
DiNozzo.

DiNozzo.

Sorry, boss.

I ain't seen her since she left.

Anybody seen you
this morning?

Oh, he was here
with me, all day.

I got about a half
a dozen customers

who can vouch for that.

Names.

Sure.

Like I said,
my boy's an idiot,

but he ain't a killer.

Now, a girl like that,
playing with people's hearts,

you track down some
of them jilted lovers.

I guarantee you'll find
out who done her in.

(sighs):
I can't wait
to make those calls.

DUCKY:
The demise of someone
as young as you

is always a tragedy,
but someone...

(chuckles):
in your chosen profession,

it's to be expected.

Yeah, for example,
did you know that

the infamous confidence man,
Victor Lustig,

sold the Eiffel Tower,
almost twice,

but then he convinced Al Capone

to buy $50,000 of bogus shares.

What do we have here?

You're late.

We have an appointment, Duck?

No, we have a crisis.

I apologize for not
seeing it sooner.

You know how I feel
about apologies.

Yes, well, you may want to make
an exception in this case.

I now know

why the driver of the Chevy

didn't bother to check
on his companion.

She was dead...

before she was put in the car.

All her vehicular injuries
are postmortem.

How?

Extensive blunt force trauma.

She had a subdermal hematoma

that would almost
certainly have proved fatal.

Poor girl was
beaten to death.

Thanks, Duck.

Well, I knew all that
an hour ago.

What I just learned

was that she had been pregnant.

She gave birth?

Yeah.

Right before she was murdered.

Hey, Abs, hope you don't mind,

but I need to use
one of your computers.

Hard to concentrate while Tony's
calling Heidi's former victims.

He's become very sensitive
to the word "liar" these days.

Thought you quit.

McGee, there is
a baby missing

that might need
medical attention.

I need to be at
the top of my game.

Well, you're going to spend most
of your game in the bathroom.

I already
thought of that.

I'm upping my salt intake

to increase my body's
water retentions.

Of course you are.

(loud crunching)

So what do you
have for Gibbs?

Nothing.

Why, is he on
his way down here?

No, he's here.

And he's talking about himself
in the third person.

I like it.

Ducky said you
had something.

Don't you want to see
what McGee has first?

I came down to see you.

Abby was able to recover
amniotic fluid

from the dead
woman's clothing.

You got the baby's DNA.

Abby's running it now.

You can't use it
to find the father,

but when you
have a suspect,

Abby can test it and
see if he is the father.

Nicholas Barnes.

Abby already ruled him out.

Not the same blood type.

Good work, Abby.

McGee is going through
Heidi's records now.

Problem is,

because she had so many
fake identities,

there's about ten times
the amount of normal data.

Plus, most of the activity
is over three years old.

(computer beeps)

But luckily, a snooper program
I was running

did find one, two,
three, four

sizable deposits made
to her account recently

from a man named...

Adrian Nelson.

Maybe that's another
boyfriend she conned.

We'll let you know
when we get back.

Abby has to pee.

ADRIAN NELSON:
Heidi Campisano.

No, I'm sorry,
I don't recognize the name.

Well, she's got a lot of them,
Mr. Nelson.

Maybe.

I travel a lot.

Travel where?
Trade shows.

My husband's
a computer programmer.

Well, I work in domotics.

It's home automation.

The application of...

Automated techniques for
the comfort and security

of the home resident.

I can control the entire house.

Lights...

media...

fireplace...

even turn on the lawn sprinklers

if someone isn't
supposed to be here.

Who is she?

Who was she.
She's dead, murdered.

And her newborn
is missing.

Why are you telling us this?

We've traced several
recent deposits

made to her account
from your husband.

From me?

Well, there's...

there's got to
be some mistake.

You said that she uses

a lot of names, right?

Maybe she's stolen my identity.

Like I said,
I travel a lot.

It wouldn't be
hard to do.

I can settle this.

Feel free to look around.

But if my husband says
he doesn't know her,

he doesn't know her. Right?

That's right, honey.

Well, that isn't
supposed to happen.

I'm going to have
to reset the breaker.

Excuse me.
Here, I'll give
you some help.

Reset switch is just in here.

How long you been seeing Heidi?

I told you,
I don't know anything...
No,

you told your wife.

And I let you.

But now I get
the truth.

Just a few months.

Till I found out she was
stealing money from me.

She was forging my
signature on my checks.

We barely saw each other
and we never slept together.

Baby's not yours.

No, it's not.

I need your DNA
to verify that.

Forget it.
I'm not going on record

that I was ever involved
with that woman.

You need DNA, you're going to
have to talk to my lawyer.

Maybe I'll just talk
to your wife.

Is your evidence that flimsy

that you have to
resort to threats?

I had nothing to do
with Heidi's murder, okay?

But if you got something
that says I did,

you should go get a warrant.

Fair enough?

Oh, yeah.

Yeah, I guess
it'll have to be.

MRS. NELSON:
Adrian.

ADRIAN:
Everything's fine, honey.

They're going
to show themselves out.

MRS. NELSON:
Everything's not fine.
Got it?

There are policemen in our house
asking about a dead girl.

McGEE:
Fingernails clippings,
toothbrush swabs and Q-tips.

ZIVA
He lied to us.

This is a check
to Heidi Campisano

from Adrian
Nelson's account.

This is a known sample
of his handwriting.

The signature's real.

Four checks.

$10,000 total.

Heidi didn't steal anything.

Adrian sent her
the money himself.

Did more than that, McGee.

Tried to hide it from us.

DNA?
Abby's still
working on it.

TONY:
Come on, that's not
what I'm saying.

Boss, since we got
a pretty strong lead here,

can Tony stop calling
Heidi's other marks

looking for suspects?

Listen, I am simply saying

just because
she was lying to you,

doesn't mean that
she didn't really love you.

Hello?

What?

Let him call a few more.

We have two theories to
explain the dishonesty.

Theory number one:

Heidi Campisano
seduced Adrian Nelson.

Then blackmailed him
threatening to tell his wife.

She had done it before, plus,
it would explain the payments.

And the fact she is now dead.

Theory two: Adrian found out

that Heidi was pregnant
with his baby.

Also explain the payments.

And the fact
she is now dead.

With those options,
I would've lied, too.

DUCKY:
But no doubt,
more effectively.

But thinking
more optimistically,

I took the liberty of
going out and getting this

for when you find
our missing newborn.

Any word?
Yeah, I checked
all the hospitals

in the area and beyond.

No babies on any doorsteps.

But you weren't
expecting any, were you?

Killer's got the baby, Ducky.

Only way we're going to find
that kid is to find the killer.

TONY:
Okay, I'm on my way.

(slams phone)

You got something, DiNozzo?

Yeah, dentist appointment.

No...

this is for real, guys.

I... remember I chipped my tooth
and I-I got the, uh...

I'd sent you
an e-mail

for a leave request,
like, two days ago...

about this.

You don't check your e-mail.

Never mind.

(phone ringing)

Very Special Agent
Anthony DiNozzo,

Boy Who Cried Wolf
And Who Must Now Suffer

Periodontal Disease For It.
How may I help you?

ABBY:
I've got something.
Get down here.

Okay. It's Abby.
She's got something.

Hi, Gibbs.

Abby, I think you might need to
lay off the caffeine again.

Maybe I need
a little more,

McGee, you ever
think of that?

Baby missing.

You said you had something.
I do.

That's what I'm
so excited about.

Actually, everything's
really exciting to me today.

Um, I was able to get
the Nelsons' DNA

off the toothbrushes
that McGee swabbed.

I compared the husband's DNA
to the fetal DNA

from the missing child.

Adrian Nelson?
Definitely the father.

There's no
shocker there.
Well, I'm not done.

(typing)

Heidi Campisano?

Definitely not the mother.

She gave birth to a child
who is not hers?

It's called gestational
surrogacy,

where the sperm and the egg
come from third parties

and then the surrogate
acts as a host.

Abs, did you check...?

Sara Nelson's DNA?

Sara Nelson is
definitely the mother.

McGEE:
That's what the
payments were for.

The Nelsons hired Heidi
Campisano as their surrogate.

Perhaps she changed her mind
about giving up the baby.

That's not the question.

Did the Nelsons kill her for it?

(door creaking)

Clear.

Clear.

Clear.

Looks like they left in a hurry.

Place is a mess.

Not all of it.

I do not understand what
the Nelsons' plan was.

To have a baby.

That part I understand.

That is why they hired Heidi
Campisano as a surrogate.

But if she refused
to turn over the baby,

I'm sure the Nelsons

would've had other options
besides killing her.

I mean, after all, they were
the biological parents.

I'm not a lawyer.

But you were a parent.

You want to have children, Ziva?

Well...

It's a simple question.

I do not have
a simple answer.

Once you have kids,

you'll understand.

If the Nelsons

were really willing

to do anything for their child,

they would be getting it
medical attention.

Yeah, well,
maybe they are.

Safe was cleaned out.

Plus, I found the box to an
infant car seat in the garage.

They're going somewhere
with the kid.

You go for a swim, DiNozzo?

Oh, yeah.

Sprinklers went off
when I was digging

through the trash
outside. Nice timing.

Actually, it's part
of their security system.

Forgot to warn you about that.

Uh, boss, found something
on their computer.

TONY:
Thanks for the
heads up, probie.

I owe you one.

(mutters)

I love you.

Now you need to figure out

if you feel the same way.

TONY:
I don't want to hurt you.

I can't live a lie.

Tony, I...

Adrian Nelson
is covering his tracks.

He erased his entire hard drive.

GIBBS:
So we can't see
what he's been doing.

I thought you said
you found something.

Yeah, the root directory's
still intact.

There's no personal data,
but I did find an API

he had written to interface
his home automation system

to his car's onboard
navigation computer.

Hmm. Yeah.

Pretend you're talking
to someone

who actually has sex
with other humans.

All I have to do is hack
the API, and I can use it

to get the GPS
coordinates on his car.
Yeah, do it, do it.

TONY:
This is great-- it means

I can stop calling
Heidi's marks.

I mean, of course,

I will look
for those other guys, but...

(sneezes)

Sorry. Sorry.

McGEE:
They haven't moved
in the last 20 minutes.

TONY:
Might have dumped the car.

Gibbs and the state police
will know soon enough.

(keyboard clacking)

What are you still typing?

I'm refreshing the tracker.

Forget it, I don't want to know.

It's good to have a geek
on the team,

but I prefer
good old-fashioned police work.

McGEE:
Well, it's not
an old-fashioned world, Tony.

Tell that to Gibbs.

What was it like?

Sex? Losing your virginity?
It's good.

Pretending to be
someone else.

I don't know, Elf Lord.

You were really in love
with her, weren't you?

Don't you have some more
typing to do or something?

Yeah, he does.
Car wasn't there.

What? What...

I double-checked the...

All right, I think I know
what happened here.

Uh... 20 bucks says McGee's
about to say something

nobody understands again.

The GPS coordinates came bundled
in a proprietary packet.

Since it was
a beta...
I'm starting to think

you can't help yourself, McGee.

The code must have alerted

Adrian Nelson that
I was tracking him.

He reprogrammed
his car to send us back

false coordinates.

Can you deprogram it, McGee?

I can try.

Well, while he tries,
I'm going to resort

to some good
old-fashioned police work.

Oh, look.
What's that?

Who are you calling?

Donny.

Hey. DiNozzo.
DONNY (on phone):
Hey, man.

Yeah, man,
what's going on?

Listen, I got an update
on a BOLO. Missing kid.

Give it to me.
Dead Head sticker.

Excellent. Where?

Left rear window.
Nice.

(chuckles):
Yeah.

I know, man--
that was good times.

Listen, I got another call,
I really got to go.

Hang tough, Donny.

(laughs)

Old-fashion police work
deserves an old-fashion reward.

(laughing)

Mmm...

(yelps)

(fake chuckle)

Interrogation got
a little out of hand.

(door opens)
I had to...

I can't explain that.

(toilet flushing)
Hello.

Again.

Hm.

You know, I saw this

on, uh, Cinemax once.

So, what happens now?
They play some funky
music, and then you say,

(European accent):
"I have been
watching you from afar."

Well, I've been watching
you from afar, Tony,

which is why I know how
much you cared for Jeanne.

(chuckles)

Oh, your timing
is impeccable, Ziva.

And how much it hurt
when she left.

So, what happens now?

I said I'm fine.

(zipper opening)

(zips zipper loudly)

You are not fine.

You are still deeply troubled.

Even if I was, this
bothers you because...?

Because you are my partner.

And because you made a
grave error in judgment

falling in love with that girl.

If this is a pep talk,
I give you a D-minus.

And right now, it is very clear
you are still hanging on to her.

I see the confusion.

These are called feelings, Ziva.

Feelings you need to let go.

That easy, huh?

Tony... even if by some miracle
Jeanne did forgive you,

would you be willing to be

Tony DiNardo full-time,

to leave your entire
life behind for her?

You did not think this through.

Didn't you tell me the heart
wants what it wants.
No.

Actually, I didn't.

Well, it does.

Well, it shouldn't.

Really.

This coming from the woman
who fell in love

with the dead man walking.

(yanks zipper)
(grunts)

(chuckles)

You crossed the line, Tony.

Oh,crossed the line?

Don't ask.

Wasn't going to.

BOLO just came in--
they found the car.

Oh. Hmm, jelly donut, one;
Inspector Gadget, zero.

Not the BOLO on
the Nelsons' car.

The BOLO on
the dead petty officer's.

Nothing here.

The truck's been wiped clean.

And someone's stolen
our petty officer's blood stain.

It was also cleaned.

Or we're wrong
about where Munoz was shot.

Witnesses.

McGEE:
Uh, no witnesses.

Local LEOS found
the truck abandoned

near a forest preserve.

Well, it couldn't
have been there long.

ZIVA:
How would you know that?

Oh, wait. I forgot--

you know everything
about everybody.

TONY:
Sap, Ziva, there'd be

more sap on the roof.
Except for the fact

it rained last night.
Do I need to send you two

back to the men's room?
Hey, she followed me in there!

Only because you
wouldn't talk to me.

Shutting up, boss.

Ready?

ZIVA:
So much for being wrong
about where

Petty Officer Munoz was shot.

TONY:
We got footprints.

Yeah, question
is, whose?
Petty Officer Munoz

was a size 13.

Those look like
a size 13 to you?

GIBBS:
Send them up to Abby.

ABBY:
The prints were made by
a residue of polysaccharide dust

derived from beta-glucose.

What makes it interesting
is the backbone

of D-xylopyranose,
linked with eight xylose units.

panda poop.

Panda...

Poop. Which is
why it fluoresces,

like all other poop does.

What makes it really,
really, interesting...

is the sodium hypochlorite.

Aka Chlorine bleach.

I lost you at poop, huh?
Uh-huh.

Paper, Gibbs.

A while ago,

a group of Chinese researchers

decided to try
to recycle panda poop

into high-quality paper--
they contracted

several U.S. paper mills
to develop the research.

Killer must have gone to
one after he shot Munoz.

The dust from the mill would've
been impossible to avoid.

There's one within
a hundred miles.

Closed down six months ago.

(quietly):
I love my job!

TONY:
So you're telling me
I'm the only who has a problem

with the panda poop paper?

Actually, animal dung's used
for a variety of things:

paper, fuel, mud bricks.

It's very useful.

ZIVA:
Not for them, it wasn't.

This place is abandoned.

(thumping)

Not quiet, Ziva.

Here, let me get that.
Honey, let me get it.

(quietly):
DiNozzo.

TONY:
In position, boss.

Federal agents!

TONY:
NCIS! Hands in the air!

No!
Agent Gibbs, please,
you have to leave!

Oh, my God,
you'll ruin everything!

(tires screeching)
ADRIAN:
Oh, no, no!

(Adrian shouting)

You've got
to stop him.
My baby!

They've got my baby!

ADRIAN:
It's okay. Honey.

(sobbing):
Oh, God.

(sighs)

TONY:
At least probie has an idea
for his next book.

Baby kidnapped;
cops screw up ransom drop.

Let me know ASAP
if the situation changes.

ZIVA:
The Nelsons hid the
kidnapping from us,

Agent DiNozzo-- the
mistake was theirs.

Well, you should point that out
to Gibbs, Officer David.

I'll be in
the next zip code.
GIBBS:
McGee.

McGEE:
Agents are still out canvassing.

No one saw the Honda,
much less who was driving.

Keep looking. DiNozzo.

Taps on the Nelsons' phones;
I'm on it, boss, right now.

A-And I still have a...
a few more of Heidi's marks

that I have to track down.

That-that's next.
That's right after...

I'm on it.
Ziva.

Coordinate with state police,

see if we can widen the search.

TONY:
Uh, hi, this is Special Agent...

Boss, you think
the kidnappers will call

to arrange another ransom?

What's the
option, McGee?

I'll see about getting
more agents on the canvass.

We already have
the entire department, McGee.

All I know is, we got a call
saying that Heidi was dead,

and that if we ever
want to see our baby,

we needed to come
up with $50,000.

Which we did,

until you ruined it.

How much longer

do we have
to sit here?
That depends.

On what?

Whether or not I get
the truth this time.

Don't you have something
you could be doing?

Like... finding my child?

My wife had a partial
hysterectomy four years ago.

We tried to adopt and...
Went all the way

to Southeast Asia and back.

And then we met Heidi.

My exact opposite.

She had a womb
but no eggs.

She was a life-saver--
it was almost...

Too good to be true?

Then it
usually is.

We already knew her
background, Agent Gibbs.

You still think
she was trying to con us?

GIBBS:
You paid her.

Paid surrogacy's illegal
in Virginia.

That why you didn't
go to the police?

Hey, look, I got all day.

Your kid is missing.

We didn't go to the police
because we knew

they'd screw things up.

And you've still
got it wrong.

Heidi was our friend.

We were happy to pay.

And she needed
the money.

Then she decided
she wanted more.

This may have been her,
but not anymore.

She was trying
to start over.

Someone wouldn't let her. Who?!

I have no idea!

I don't know who has my child!

But as far
as I'm concerned,

if anything happens to my child,

you're the one
who better run for cover.

McGEE:
No satellite coverage
of the paper mill.

Nothing on the traffic cams.

All right, send it over.

(typing)

Careful over there.

Wouldn't want
to break a finger.

Gibbs does not accept apologies,

but I do.

I'm sorry, Ziva.

I know you were trying to help.

Did I?

Um...

I'll get back to you
after I shame McGee.

Did you find something?

I've been compiling a list
of Heidi's former marks.

ZIVA:
We've noticed.

Any one of them could have
a score to settle.

The problem is they all have
solid alibis for the day

that Heidi was killed,
except this guy.

Scott Berks.

Filed a complaint over a pyramid
scheme Heidi was running.

Where does he say he was?

Uh, well, he doesn't.

I haven't found him yet.

Does not exactly look
like a score settler to me.

Mm, no. How about now?

A buddy at Baltimore PD
just sent this over.

Turns out this guy also filed
a complaint against Heidi.

It is the same person.

It's called a shill.

They're part
of the con,

but they pose as a customer
to try to convince

the other marks to jump in.

If the con goes bad,
they'll often file a complaint

so it builds credibility
with the other marks.

Then they can move in
for a secondary con.

I used to date
this guy once...

He was Heidi's partner.

Yeah, might still be.

High five for the traditional
police work.

Uh, Tony, he's dead.

Killed a year ago
by one of his marks.

You might want
to brush up

on the traditional
police work.

GIBBS:
Hey!

Do you know where
my killer is?!

Gibbs, I don't know
where the killer is,

but I know what he was planning
on doing with Heidi's body.

ABBY:
Since the Chevy didn't leave
any skid marks

at the site of the accident,

the first thing I did
was check the brakes.

The line were intact
and the fluids were topped off.

GIBBS:
The pads were bad.

They needed
to be replaced.

I know, Gibbs,
but here's the thing.

And this is so good,
I can hardly take it.

The brakes were replaced
about two weeks ago.

I found metallic shavings
in the brake drum

and the caliper.

It only could have come
from new pads and shoes.

GIBBS:
Brakes were replaced

and then the old ones
were put back on?

Yes, the accident
was not an accident.

Well, actually, it was,
it just happened too soon.

It was the perfect cover-up.

The killer probably planned

on putting Heidi's body
behind the wheel of the car

and sending it
over a cliff.

It would have
covered up the murder.

And it would have
been blamed on worn brakes.

The only problem is
the killer cut it too close.

The brakes went out
and ka-bam.

So who would rely
on the mechanical failure

of a break pad

compressed against
a disc rotor to hide a body?

(music playing on radio)

Hey!

Uh-oh.
What did my loser son do now?

He killed Heidi Campisano.

Then tried to ransom her baby
back to the biological parents.

My boy ain't that clever.

Guess that's why
he needed your help.

Look, I told you
he was here with me all day.

Yeah, and your customers
confirmed that.

But nobody we spoke to saw you.

A witness did see you
in this Honda

near the Stern Paper Mill
this afternoon.

ZIVA:
Seems you two
are more than

just father-and-
son mechanics.

Nice shotgun.

Shoot any naval petty officers
lately?

Where's the baby?

I don't know what
you're talking about.

So I was at a paper mill.

What's that, some
kind of a crime?

Baby!

The baby's with Nicky.

And Nicky?

I told him to wait here
for me to call,

but my moron son never does
what he's told!

DiNozzo!

BOLO-- on it, boss.

That girl of his was never going
to give up that baby.

I was doing those parents
a favor!

You're under arrest for the
murder of Heidi Campisano.

Oh, come on!
That was an accident!

Petty Officer Munoz,
that an accident, too?

ZIVA:
Because his murder
is also in our warrant.

Look, when my
brakes gave out...

You mean
when you rigged them to go out.

We know that you
replaced Heidi's brakes

with a set that
were about to fail

and make it look like
she died in a crash.

That little son of a bitch!

I'm going to kill him!

After all I've done
for that little bastard!

He didn't know the brakes
were rigged to fail?

No, he didn't.

Cancel that BOLO,
DiNozzo.

NICHOLAS:
* London Bridge
is falling down, falling down *

* Falling down

* London Bridge is falling down,
my fair baby. *

You got my pa?

Yeah.

He killed Heidi,
made me lie to you about her.

I know.

She didn't cheat on me.

She wasn't bad no more.

We were even going
to start a family together.

Except Heidi couldn't have
no kids of her own.

She was smart, though.

Figured out a way to get one.

Guess that part
was bad.

Wish I could tell you
it wasn't.

I would have raised
my own boy right.

When the baby was born,
we were planning to run away,

but my pa wanted

the rest of the money
we were going to get.

Heidi and him fought,

then she had the baby...

My pa took it,
she was screaming.

And you didn't do a thing.

I did.

It was just too late to matter.

The brakes.

Am I in trouble?

Prosecution's going to call it
attempted murder.

Your lawyer's going to call it
self-defense.

What do you call it?

Family.

Hey, boss.

Is everything okay?

It's the sprinkler again.

Parents are waiting outside.

You think I'm crazy?

(handcuffs rattling)
No.

(handcuffs clicking)

ZIVA:
Here's your baby.

Oh, my God!

Thank you.

Thank you.

It's a boy.

McGEE:
Hey.

Here you go, Tony.

Look at him.

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