All language subtitles for NCIS.S09E22_eng

[sirens wailing]

Someone was looking
for Navy secrets.

Well, they found them.

The wiring throughout the entire
ship could've flash fire-balled.

Our arsonist knew the
ship's wiring weakness.

[computer beeps]

Meet Bruce Johnson.

GIBBS:
That's the fire department
site inspector.

The guy who hired me
said Plimpton had

information about
some bum wiring.

Who hired you?

ZIVA:
Gibbs, I found this inside.

GIBBS:
Well, that's a list.

Of what?

Every Navy warship that contains

the faulty wiring.

Whoever hired
our arsonist

knows how to attack
U.S. warships.

Blackmail?
Terrorism.

[man speaking indistinctly
over P.A.]

♪

[fire sizzling]

[grunts]

This is a real threat to our
Naval forces around the world

and requires extreme vigilance.

While NCIS is vigorously
investigating the fires,

we must strengthen,

share our intelligence
collection across the board

to identify the persons,
terrorist group

or nation behind the attacks.

You will be briefed as the
investigation continues.

Thank you.

MAN:
We're clear, sir.

I leave anything out,
Agent Gibbs?

No, I think you covered it, sir.

Thank God the casualties
were at a minimum.

Could've been a lot worse.

I don't think this is
the end of it, sir.

SecNav Jarvis
and I are

meeting with the
National Security Council

to brief the President
this afternoon.

They'll have questions.

I hope to have some
answers for you.

When does Director Vance get
back from the NATO conference?

End of the week.

I'm in touch with him
a couple of times a day, sir.

I'm sure he'll be
calling you.

Thank you.

Yeah, I'm leaving now.

Should take me about 15 minutes.

How'd it go, boss?

It goes. You
get your hop?

Yeah. Chopper from Anacostia's
taking me out to the Brewer.

Let me know when you've
secured the crime scene.

You got it.
Also, the ship's turned around

and headed for Norfolk.

When's it arrive?Tomorrow morning.

Bon voyage, McChopper!

What more do we know
about Bruce Johnson?

Not much.

Parole officer
was oblivious.

Johnson never missed
an appointment.

You talk to your friends
at Baltimore P.D.?

Well, yeah. Jason said he hasn't
popped up on the radar.

Wife was not much help.

She knew he was accused
of arson a few years ago,

but had no idea
where he went every day.

Well, how does she think
he supported himself?

For the last year, unemployment.

TONY: Went through his
cell phone records and e-mails.

Johnson hardly used them.

Only a few phone calls,

no e-mails in
the last couple months.

Guess the guy doesn't like to
communicate electronically.

Or he didn't want
to be traced.

Anything on his computer?Nothing of interest.

Abby went through it.

Johnson apparently liked
to play online video games.

So we have no leads on
who might have hired him?

Maybe Johnson isn't connected
to the attack on the Brewer.

Not buying it.

Ship was on the targeted list
found at his house.

Hey, Duck.

Want me to come back later?

No. Sorry.

Uh...Everything okay?

There is something personal

I'd like to talk to you about.

But it can wait.

I wish I could provide
you with a lead,

but poor Mr. Johnson's body here
was so ravaged by fire

that he just isn't
talking to me.

Duck, I know the circumstances,
I know time of death.

I was there, I witnessed it.Twice in one week,

fires so intense they cremated
bone and incinerated flesh.

Well, yeah. That's thermite.

I understand I have two more
bodies from the U.S.S. Brewer?

[cell phone ringing]Yeah. You need to be in Norfolk

tomorrow morning to
pick up the remains.

All right.

Abbs, I'm on
my way up.

Another fire.

Hey, Gibbs.

Abbs, you find something
in Johnson's car?

Um, no. It is toast.

But come here.

What am I looking at?

Confetti!

Just kidding.

Um, so this
cross-cut shredder

was found in
Bruce Johnson's garage.

It slices documents,
horizontally and vertically,

into itsy-bitsy,
teeny-tiny little pieces.

I've identified at least four
documents and separated them.

How'd you do that?

By the color and the texture
of the paper.

Like, this one's glossy,
that's high-end bond,

this is recycled.

But come check this one out.

What do you see?

Looks like Chinese characters.

Close-- it's Korean.

Those symbols are from the
Korean Hangul alphabet.

It's a true alphabet

with 24 consonant
and vowel letters.

But instead of being
written sequentially,

the letters are grouped
into blocks of two to five...

Abbs, can you
reconstruct the document?

Oh. I'm good, Gibbs,
but I'm not that good.

But this document was printed
on laser paper from a computer.

So Bruce Johnson
was communicating

with someone in Korean.

I mean, do you think
North Korea

could be behind
the terrorist attacks?

You are bummed?

I am bummed.

I was really looking
forward to it.

But I am sure we're going
to be on alert all weekend.

Can you, uh, get
the deposit back?

Great.

Okay, I promise,
we will reschedule.

[laughs]:
Okay, talk to
you soon. Bye.

Cancelling weekend plans, huh?

Yes.

Yeah. Who were you talking to?

None of your business.Where were you gonna go?

You don't have the need
to know, Agent Di-Nosy.

Hi, Emma.

Hey.

Well, how is everybody's
favorite analyst?

Busy. Things are hopping
on the Far East desk.

Whew, I can imagine.

[phone ringing]

Special Agent DiNozzo.

Nothing I can find indicates

North Korean involvement in the
attacks, Special Agent Gibbs.

I spoke to analysts at
other agencies-- zilch.

No chatter?Things are quiet in
Pyongyang, for the moment.

Echelon?Hasn't picked up
anything, either.

Right.

McGee's coming online,

MTAC, two minutes.

Keep me posted, Park.

Yes, sir.

DiNozzo, come on.
You're with me.

I am so envious
about your weekend.

I had to cancel.

So...

[chuckles]

Am I the only one
in the dark...

GIBBS:
DiNozzo!

[laughs]

Hey, boss. Tony.

What do we got?

Identities of the two
killed in the fire.

Marine First Lieutenant Eric
Ramsey, a combat cargo officer.

And a civilian, Tobey Abbott,

he's a tech rep for a company
with Navy contracts.

Also a fireman apprentice
received minor burns

while putting out the blaze.

What was the civilian
doing on the ship?

Works for Norton Turbine.

He was, uh, following up
on some repairs

to the ship's power plant.

You okay, McGee?

[sighs, clears throat]

We have to consider
Mr. Abbott a suspect.

He was killed
in the machine room,

which is the point of ignition.

It's his company's equipment
in the machine room?

No. Nowhere near it.

But I've secured
Abbott's quarters;

I just haven't had time
to go through it yet.

[retching]

There she blows.

[sighs]

Oh, McGee.

Seriously?
You're a Navy

criminal
investigator.

Give me a break, Tony, okay?

Three hours ago,
I was sitting at my desk,

then I was choppered out
into the middle of the Atlantic

in a raging storm,

landed on the pitching deck

of an LPD amid 20-foot seas,

and have spent the last hour
in a burnt-out machine room

with acrid smoke
and diesel fuel.

[retching]

Poor guy.

McGee,

we'll be pier-side
when the ship

arrives in Norfolk
tomorrow morning.

Get back to
Bruce Johnson's house,

talk to his wife again,
and see if you can't establish

a North Korean connection.

Right.

Feel better, McGee.

Hey, McGee, apples and crackers.

[retching]

Mrs. Johnson.

NCIS.

I thought you got
everything you needed.

You all but tore
the house apart.

Have another warrant?

Uh, no, Mrs. Johnson.

We just need to ask you
a couple of more questions.

TONY:
Did your husband read

or speak Korean?

Korean?

You're not serious.

He could barely

express himself in English.

Did he have a Korean friend,
a business connection, neighbor?

You're just not
getting it.

God, either of you
ever been divorced?Nah.

Well, we were in the middle
of an ugly one.

We know this is
a very difficult time...

"Difficult"?
[chuckles]

All he left me were
a bunch of bills

and a mortgaged house
we can't sell.

Then the deadbeat blows
himself up in the driveway;

now I'll never
unload it.

I'm sorry to hear about
your husband, Mrs. Johnson.

Yeah, thanks.

Great, more bills.

We done?

I guess so, yeah.

Thanks.

She is one
angry screw.

Huh?

You know, a woman
with a bad temper.

Shrew, Ziva.

Oh.
[chuckles]

Hold on a
second.

Hey! Excuse me.

Special Agent DiNozzo,
David, NCIS.

Can I ask you a question?

Sure.

Have you ever delivered
any mail

to the Johnson house
from Korea?

No. I'd remember that.

You sure?
Yeah.

Well, they have been
receiving letters

from Switzerland lately.

Good-looking stamps.

Thank you.

Switzerland.

[car door opens and closes]

[distant dog barking]

[knock at door]

It's open, Duck.

[door creaks open]

Thanks for letting me drop by.

Yeah, you sounded
troubled on the phone.

[chuckling]:
Oh, really?

No, nothing serious.

Bringing work home?

Yeah, hard copy
of Lieutenant Ramsey's OQR.

Survived two tours in
Iraq and Afghanistan.

He has a Purple Heart,
has a Bronze Star.

Gets killed by an American
terrorist on a U.S. ship.

It's tragic.

And senseless.

Yeah.

Want a cup of tea?

Jethro, this is tea dust.

I prefer tea leaves,
steeped in boiling water

in a proper pot.

[chuckles]
But thank you all the same.

What's on your mind?

Well, there
have been

a number of changes in my
life the last few years,

not the least of which
was Mother's passing.

Then selling her house,
moving into town.

I chose not to tell
anyone this, but...

I've come into rather
a lot of money.

Far more than I
will ever need.

I-I didn't say
anything to anyone

because I find that people
tend to treat you differently

if they think you're rich.

Why are you telling me now?

Because I trust you,

and I'd like to ask a favor.

I'm redoing my will.

It-it's still being drafted,

and I have some decisions
to make, but...

well, I'd like you to be
the executor of my estate.

Me, Ducky?

Mm-hmm.

Are you sure about that?
Don't you want a lawyer?

No, I'd rather have a friend

that I can trust
rather than someone

who hardly knows me.

Yeah, I'd be honored.

McGee.

Hey, boss.

Dr. Mallard.

You feeling
any better?

Oh, much better.

The ship's
stopped rocking.

Where are my bodies?

Haven't moved them.

This is
Lieutenant Ramsey.

The civilian's remains

are in the machine
room, just aft.

You find anything
in the civilian's quarters?

I haven't gotten to it yet.

Spent the night in sick bay.

Didn't want
to contaminate the scene.Okay.

Take, uh, Tony and Ziva
with you, will you?

Where are they?

TONY:
That's the whole thing--

James Bond is fantasy.

I'll be with Ducky
and the arson specialists.

[Tony whistling jaunty melody]

[grunts] McGee.

Got a little present for you.

What?
Barf bags.

[sighs]

Wow.

Has Abby finalized plans for
Palmer's bachelor party?

Uh, don't know.

She hasn't talked.

She's keeping
everything under wraps.

I wouldn't
worry, though.

Abby would not
disappoint us.

What is this
American thing--

grown men acting
like fraternity boys?

I do not understand.

What's not to
understand?

You got your booze,
your strippers.

Total debauchery.

Abby would never plan
something like that.

[chuckles softly]

Clotrimazole.

Poor Abbott has jock itch.

Not anymore.

McGEE: Hey, Ziva, the weekend's
coming up, and we're on alert.

Doesn't that blow
your plans for...

Seriously?

I mean, does
everybody but me

know your plans
for this weekend?

Oh, look at this.

It's got a Swiss stamp.

What does that mean?

Korean.

Korean?

This connects the attacks.

PARK:
It's gibberish.

What do you mean?

It's a meaningless
collection of Korean script.

These are all symbols

from the Hangul
alphabet.

However, their arrangement
forms no words or sentences.

Could it be a dialect
or regional language?

I showed it to a professor

of Korean language and culture
at Georgetown.

He assured me
it made absolutely no sense.

It's a code.I thought the same thing.

I sent a copy
to our cryptographers.

Haven't heard anything.

I'll contact them
as soon as we finish here.

I've talked to State
and the CIA.

Their North Korean experts
gave no indication

of that country's involvement
in the attacks.

Actually,
under their new leadership,

they've been playing nice.

For the moment.

So, if it's not North Korea,
who are we dealing with?

GIBBS: What do we
know about Abbott?

Tobey "No Middle Name"
Abbott, 29.

Single, born
in Norwalk, Connecticut.

No police or
military record.

Attended Rensselaer
Polytechnical Institute

in Troy, New York.

Nothing distinguishing.
Had three jobs

before joining Norton Turbine
as a mechanic a year ago.

That's it?That's it.

I'll let you know. Thanks.

Not so fast, Ms. David.
I just got off

the phone with Abbott's
high school advisor.

Had his heart
set on going

to the Naval Academy,
but got rejected.

Abbott wanted it so bad,

he spent the year
after high school

attending a service academy
prep school.

And he got rejected again.

You got it.Think he holds a grudge?

Talk to Abbott's supervisor
at Norton Turbine.

TONY:
Oh, yeah.

Ducky dropped that off
a little while ago.

Why would he
give you tea leaves?

Tony can be
so transparent.

You think?

Yeah. He came down here
asking me about thermite,

but, really, he was fishing.

He was trying to find out

what Ziva had planned
for the weekend.

You didn't tell him, did you?

Of course not.

It's driving him crazy.

Yeah, but it's just
Pilates weekend

with her landlady.

Yeah, but that's
not what Tony's

dirty little mind
is thinking.

Hey. We getting anywhere?

Um...

the arson inspectors
sent me residue

of the accelerant used
on the fire aboard the Brewer.

Major Mass Spec is
back on his game.

He just I.D.'d the residue
as the exact same mixture

of thermite and fire retardant

that Detective King
and I identified

in the other fires.

Same signature;
it's a different arsonist.

Why did it do
more damage to the ship?

Have a theory, boss.

Let me show you.

On the deck directly below
the machine room

is the magazine locker,
and it contains

thousands of pounds
worth of explosives.

Now, there's no way that Abbott

could have gained access
to that area.

His plan was to ignite
the slow-burning,

intensely hot
thermite fire

in the area just above.

McGEE:
And when it burned

through the deck
and hit the magazine below,

the ship would have been
severely damaged,

maybe even sunk.

Why didn't that happen?

This is a file photo
of the machine room.

And here is the
point of ignition.

Now, what Abbott
didn't realize was

these three tanks contained
highly flammable material.

Before the fire could
burn below as intended,

the tanks ignited and
caused the explosion

that killed him and
Lieutenant Ramsey.

Gibbs, did you see

the John Wayne movie,
Hellfighters?

Yeah.
The Duke played Red Adair,

the oil well firefighter.Okay.

What happened on the ship

is exactly what happened
when Red used the dynamite.

The explosion
created a vacuum,

and it sucked out
all the oxygen

and extinguished
the fire.

Lucky.

We getting anywhere
decoding the Korean document?

Um, no, but it did come
from the same printer

and it's the same paper
as the shredded document

that we found
at Bruce Johnson's.

Dusted it and
the envelope for prints.

Only got Abbott's.

We also found DNA
on the flap

of the envelope
where someone licked it.

Who? You got a name?No.

I ran it through
active military

and known felons
and Interpol.

Nothing yet,
but I'll keep trying.

You're welcome.

MAN:
I was the one who interviewed

and hired Tobey Abbott
little over a year ago.

ZIVA: What exactly
was he doing

for your company
aboard the USS Brewer?

We did some repairs
to the ship's power plant.

It's customary to
send a mechanic

to make sure everything's
working properly

under operating
conditions.

Do you know what
caused the explosion?

Still under investigation.

Why did you select Abbott to go?

He was a good
mechanic.

Not our best;
more than adequate.

To be honest, he lobbied
for the assignment.

Really?
Careful.

[horn honking]

I usually have
to beg my guys

to go out to sea
on Navy contracts.

They're not
pleasure cruises.

You can be stuck
on the ship for weeks

waiting until it
reaches a port.

Did Abbott say
why he wanted to go?
No.

My guess--

unlike most of the
others, he was single.

Wasn't leaving
a family.

Plus there's a small
pay incentive.

You know who he hung with?
Anyone at work?

Tobey could
be moody.

Pretty much kept to himself.

Well, if you think
of anything else,

would you give me call?Sure.

Did Tobey Abbott
speak Korean?

Uh, don't know,
but I seriously doubt it.

Thanks.

DUCKY:
I found traces

of a substance
under Mr. Abbott's fingernails

that Abby identifies
as the same combination

of thermite and fire retardant

that's coated
Bruce Johnson's body.

One more thing
connecting the fires.

Yeah.

The cause of Lieutenant
Ramsey's death

was blunt force trauma.

He would have
survived his burns,

but with the force
of the explosion,

he fractured his skull
on a bulkhead.

Oh, I found this

in one of his pockets.

Wife's a kid herself, Duck.

[cell phone buzzing]

I got to go.

You have beautiful children.

I can't believe
you're still with Gibbs.

Has he, has he
mellowed with age?

What do you think?

Last time I spoke with him was
right after Mike Franks died.

He didn't want to talk about it.

He keeps a lot inside.

Yeah.

What's he building
in his basement now?

I don't know.

Haven't been down there
in a while.

Down where, DiNozzo?

Hi-ya, boss.

Special Agent Burley.

You got something for us?

Oh, yeah.

Where are you?

Naples, Italy.

I came here to perform
a port-threat assessment

prior to the arrival
of the aircraft carrier,

the Benjamin Franklin.

It's due in tomorrow.

And then I got the alert.

The Benjamin Franklin'son
the list of marked vessels.

You find something?

I was conducting a search

of the warehouse that serves
as a collection point

for goods and equipment that are
going to resupply the ship.

Found an explosive device
hidden on a palette.

What kind of device?

Thermite,
with a magnesium fuse.

Just like described
in the alert.

A nuclear aircraft carrier.

They're upping the stakes.

[whistling]

Andiamo, bambina!

Dove?Gear up.

We're leaving for Naples.

[laughs]

Naples, Italy?

Si.

I'm going home
to grab some clothes.

You should do the same.

We're hopping
a military flight

from Andrews Air Force Base.

This one of
your practical jokes?

Nope. Gibbs' orders.

[elevator bell dings]

It's a good thing you canceled
your Pilates weekend.

Who told you?

I'm a very
special agent.

I have my ways.

[elevator bell dings]

Hey!

Come on.

Wake up.

Get up.

[grunts]

I've got coffee.

I've got Danish.

What do you got?

Gibbs.

You're not mad at us
for waking you up?

Depends what
you found.

Boss, we broke the code
on the Korean message.

It took us a long time because
we and the cryptologists

thought that it was gonna be
really complicated,

but it wasn't.

It was actually easy.

Using a Korean-Hangul
word processing program,

the person who
sent the message

typed the words into
an English-alphabet keyboard.

But it was printed out

in Hangul script.

I'll show you the first line
of the document.

"Place the thermite device
on the 0-3 deck."

Those characters don't form
Korean words, Gibbs.

So it would be meaningless to
anyone that was reading Korean.

Reversing the process,
decodes the message.

Uncoded, the rest of it
instructed Abbott

when, where and how to attack
the U.S.S. Brewer.

Don't suppose he was
dumb enough to sign it?

Any luck with the DNA
on the envelope?

Unfortunately, no.

Ooh.

[tires screech, horn honks]

BURLEY:
Hey, guys.

Good to see you again, DiNozzo.

Hey, man,
how are you?

Hi. Special Agent
Ziva David.

Agent Burley.

It's a pleasure.

Stan, please.

Welcome to Napoli,
the home of Mount Vesuvius,

pizza and romance.

[chuckles]I got it, Tony.

Heard a lot about you, Stan.

Uh-oh. From who?

Abby. All good.

Ah, she never says
anything bad about anyone.

I love that woman.

When'd you get here?

Last week. I was enjoying
the weather and cuisine

until we were put on alert.

I see the Benjamin Franklin
has arrived.

Yeah, it dropped anchor
about an hour ago.

So, you're the senior
field agent in charge.

What's the game plan, Stan?

The palette's still
in the warehouse.

Thermite's been replaced with
an inert, look-alike substance.

It'll be barged out to the ship
in a couple hours

and put in the cargo bay.

The three of us will
board the ship, undercover,

as Navy personnel
joining the deployment.

Let me help you with that, Ziva.

We've got a water taxi, it's
gonna take us out to the ship.

We're going to stake out
the cargo bay

and wait to see
who comes for the thermite.

Yeah, and there's over
5,000 onboard,

so we're looking for
a needle in a haystack.

Fire on the Brewerwas
started by a civilian.

A tech rep, I know.

I read the bulletin
from headquarters.

I checked,
there are 32 civilians

on the Benjamin Franklin
right now.

The problem is,
if we question them,

we'll spook whoever it is
before they go for the bait.

After you, Ziva.

Stay classy, Stan.

[laughs]

Andiamo.

[boat engine revving]

Pardon me, sir.

Morning, Jethro.

Hey, morning, Duck.

Something happen?

No, false alarm.

Aboard a missile frigate off
the coast of Diego Garcia.

Ah. I just released Ramsey's
body for burial at Arlington.

A fully executed
copy of my will.

Besides a couple of
bequeaths to a nephew

in Scotland and my
good friends at NCIS,

I'm leaving the bulk of
my estate to charity.

That's nice.

I was really struck
by that photograph of

the young lieutenant with
his wife and children.

Yeah, I was, too.
I sent her a note last night.

I was struggling with the
decision as to where the money

would do the
most good--

there are so many
worthy charities.

I had been considering

the Marine Corps
Scholarship Foundation.

They do so much good for
Marine Corps families.

They give them
the means

to send their kids to college.

Seeing Lieutenant
Ramsey's young children

just made the decision for me.

Yeah, that's nice.

Real nice, Duck.

Oorah.

Oorah.

[man speaking indistinctly
over P.A.]

[quietly]:
Got a bogey.

About time.

Getting warmer.

Standing in front of the hatch.

Hi.

Afraid you weren't
gonna show.

[chuckles]
You kidding?

MAN:
Been thinking
about you all day.

Did you miss me?

Come on, let's go.
[giggles]

Hmm.

False alarm.

Two young seamen
anxious to parallel park.

[chuckles]

Busting them is not
our problem at the moment.

Where's David with the food?

I don't know.

She probably got lost.

What took you so long?

Do you know they have
nine different places

to get food
on this ship?

Yes. I hope you got
something good.

Why are you so grumpy?

You should be happy,
Petty Officer DiNozzo.

[chuckles]

I got it at the
officer's mess.

Of course you did.

Because Burley made you
an officer and me enlisted.

That's why
you're so grumpy.

Now what's
wrong with you?

It's just, my stomach's
been a little queasy.

[gasps]

Seasick?

[chuckles]

We're still
at the harbor.

If you tell McGee, I'm gonna
post those bikini photos

that I have
on the agency Web site.

I told you to
destroy them.

Well, a man's
got to have leverage.

[groans]

I got to hit the head.

Whoa, whoa, whoa,
whoa, whoa, whoa.

Game's on, Stan.

[lock clicks]

♪

BURLEY:
Okay, he's going for the bait.

[Burley grunts, gunshot]

Burley?

NCIS! Stay back!

Okay, this is the
only way in or out.

All the other
hatches are secure.

ZIVA [whispering]:
Tony.

Still breathing.

Weapon's gone.

Corpsman's
on the way.

[clanging and rattling]

[groans weakly]

How's Burley?

See for yourself.

Hey, boss.

Navy docs are great.
I'll be okay.

Well, a couple weeks
R and R will help.

DiNozzo, what's the condition
of the suspect?

His name is André Fullerton.

He's a tech rep,

employed by an avionics
communications firm.

Who put you up to this,
Fullerton?

Put me up to what?

Sabotaging a U.S. Navy ship.

You stabbed a federal agent.

Shouldn't someone
be reading me my rights?

You have no rights.

You're a terrorist
on a U.S. Navy ship.

And we're invoking
the Patriot Act.

In an hour, you're going to be
flown off this ship,

escorted by
Agent David and myself,

to Aviano Air Base,

where you're
going to board a C-37A

and you're
going to be flown

to Guantánamo Bay, Cuba.

Once there,
you're going to be staying

at a sunny little seaside resort
the locals call Gitmo.

Heard a nasty rumor
about what goes on down there.

You'll never
be heard from again.

Your friends, your family,

they won't know
what happened to you.

So I'm going to ask you again.

Who hired you?

You're bluffing.

Agent Gibbs does not bluff.

Can we make some kind of deal?

You're in no position
to negotiate.

For the last time,

who's behind
the terrorist attacks?

You yank him out of that rack,
and you put him on a plane.

Hold it! Hold it!

I'll tell you.

His name's...

Harper Dearing.

Tell us about him.

I don't know
anything.

Your memory will improve
once you get to Gitmo.

I never saw him.

I spoke to him
on the phone.

He explained,
after that,

he'd only communicate
in Korean code.

That's it?

Not good enough.

Enjoy Cuba.

No...!

He had what
Northerners would call

a slight Southern drawl.

I know.
I'm from Mississippi.

That's all I know.

Why did you do it?

Money.

Lots of money.

DiNozzo.

Yeah, boss.

Put him on suicide watch.

I want to make sure
he gets back here for trial.

You got it.

Boss, I've found
seven Harper Dearings

in the United States.

Four of them either

currently reside
or were born in the South.

Let's hear it.

Harper Dearing,
48-year-old housewife,

Chattanooga,
Tennessee.
No. Next.

Harper Dearing number two.

He's currently 84,

residing in a nursing home
for retired clergy.

Next.
Harper Dearing
number three.

Second grader
in a Little Rock, Arkansas

elementary school.

Yeah.

Harper Dearing number four.

61 years old,
born in Augusta, Georgia.

Currently resides
in Virginia.

Yeah, let me hear it.

He's the CEO
of Dorado Hills Investments,

a multinational
venture capital group

that specializes
in technology companies.

It's headquartered
in Sterling, Virginia.

Criminal or
military record?
Neither.

Why would a corporate executive

be terrorizing
U.S. Navy vessels?

Doesn't make sense.

Get his name down to Abby.

She's got a DNA sample
from the envelope.

See if she can
match it up to him.

And if she can't, maybe he's got

a close relative
whose DNA is on file.

Gibbs?

What are you doing?

Cleaning my weapon
and waiting for you to get in.

How's Burley?
He's fine.

McGee said Dearing had a son
that was in the Navy.

Did you get a DNA match?

I've had people working

in the lab all night.
Let me check my e-mail.

[typing]

I'm having them compare
the DNA from the envelope

that was found
in Abbott's quarters

to the DNA of
Dearing's son, Evan.

Okay, it's here.

They found
a familial match.

There is
99.9% probability

that Harper Dearing
is your guy.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
What's going on?

Where's Dearing's office?

Second floor.

NCIS.

MAN: No, no,
I'll call you back.

May I help you?

Who are you?
Vincent Maple.

I'm the president
of this company.

Where is Dearing?I have no idea.

Why are you looking for him?

We have a warrant
for his arrest.

He's wanted for terrorism
and four counts of murder.

Where is he?

I don't know.

Look, I haven't seen or heard
from him in over a year.

Well, how do you get
in touch with him?

I don't.

GIBBS:
Listen up.

For attacks against
the United States Navy.

Harper Dearing.

Let's go.
We got work to do.

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