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Here we go!

Nice!

- Dude, give me another one.
- Hey, let me get this.

He's gonna be cleaning
this up for days.

Somebody's coming!
Run! Run!

Man! Let's go!
I got the bag!

Come on, come on,
get down, get down.

- Looks like we're clear.
- I love Halloween.

Me. Too.

Isn't that Korby's car?

Sounds like he's rockin' out.

It's late.

GI jokester must be getting
lit up in there.

You guys thinkin' what I'm thinkin'?

Let's crash his party.

- Is he asleep?
- Dude must be baked out of his mind.

What is this?

He's not smoking.

What?

Mr. Korby?

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Now listen, no gerrymandering.

If I win this thing,
I want to see the money.

That's not a personal insult, Jerry.

Just keep the competition clean,
you know what I'm sayin'?

You'd better add 42...

destruction-of-property,

one arson and...

let's make it
two indecent exposures.

That's my final tally.

And I will talk to you tomorrow.

- Who was that?
- Old buddy of mine from Baltimore PD.

Doing a little larceny lotto.

- Larceny lotto?
- It's an old Halloween tradition.

Everyone throws 200 bucks
into the kitty.

Tries to guess the number
of disturbance calls on mischief night,

which is the night before Halloween.

- And then, of course, Halloween itself.
- Tony, you hate Halloween.

Anyway, it's a lot of money,
and I like money.

That is why someone kept ringing
my doorbell and running off.

When I was a kid on base at Alameda,
we called it "devil's night".

One year we put the base Commander's
bedroom furniture on a tarmac.

It takes less than a tenth
of a second for the engine

of an F-18 to move
a barcalounger 300 feet.

Good memories.
Ring-n-runs, dine-n-ditch...

Lock-n-load.

Got a dead marine.

Agent David, you're driving.

Victim is Marine
Lance Corporal James Korby.

He just got back from his third tour
of Afghanistan three days ago.

Family?

Lives here with his wife
and stepdaughter.

Local LEOs are trying
to track them down.

No obvious signs
of struggle inside the car.

No blood.
Looks like a suicide.

Looks can be deceiving.

There's no way that man
killed himself in that car, Jethro.

Jacking that one up
from beyond the yard, Duck.

I can barely see that far.

Carboxyhemoglobin
does not require closer inspection.

If carbon monoxide had been
the cause of that man's death,

his skin would be cherry red,

which it isn't, ergo...

Body was staged.

To look like a suicide.

Yeah.

Korby lived for mischief night.

He was the king of practical jokes.

I guess that makes you the...

princes of pranks.

Are we in trouble?

Not unless you killed him.

I'll handle the questions here,
probie. Thank you.

We were talking about Korby.

Guy was awesome.

Came up with new practical jokes
every Halloween.

Nothing dangerous.
I mean, no razor blades.

He'd freeze all kinds of stuff,
blow things up.

- It was funny.
- And illegal.

And you are?

Ted Rodgers.
Live across the street.

First he drove us crazy with his pranks.
Now he dies in the driveway.

It sounds like you got a problem
in your neighborhood, Mr. Rodgers.

That's a nice sweater, by the way.

Boys, we are going
to need that videotape.

Yes, you can use it to document
what these punks did last night.

We're only interested in what happened
to Lance Corporal Korby. Thank you.

You got a time of death, Duck?

This can't be true.

I mean, the heat from the exhaust fumes
should raise his body temperature,

but he's curiously cold.

Frigid, in fact.

It's a mystery to be solved
by examination later.

It must be Korby's joke lab.

And possibly our crime scene.

Signs of a struggle.

How can you tell?
This place is a mess.

Pranksters don't break
their own stuff.

- Well, he's certainly in rigor.
- Guess we should lay him down.

Unless he's going to drive.

Zombie.

Halloween.

- Come on!
- I'm sorry.

What was that?

Sounded like it came
from inside the body.

Push him down flat.

No idea.

Even if he was in full rigor,

he wouldn't be brittle.

Forceps, Mr. Palmer.

It's odd indeed.

Thank you.

Let's see now.

- Is that glass?
- No, it's part of his throat.

Look, it's frozen solid.

What could get something that cold?
Dry ice?

Or liquid nitrogen.

Either way,
I think you found your cause of death.

67 on the tally of disturbances.

How about we focus
on a crime in our jurisdiction?

Thrill me, McGoblin.

Lance Corporal James Korby.

A joker with no criminal record
and one big blemish

on his service record.

Bumped back in rank
for dereliction of duty.

Explains
why he's a 37-year-old Lance Corporal.

This is his wife Sara Korby.

He didn't kill himself.

- How do you know?
- Because nobody married to her...

kills themselves.
She's way too attractive for him.

- The wife did it.
- Should we even bother investigating

- or just go ahead and arrest her?
- I like where you're going with that.

Do you have any idea
where the wife was last night, Tony?

No. Do you?

Yes.
I just got off the phone

with the Seabright hotel and spa
in Virginia Beach

where Korby's wife was checked in.

And?

And she and Korby's stepdaughter are
on their way in to I.D. the body.

- And?
- And what?

She spent the night alone in a hotel

three days after her husband
gets back from the Middle East?

Probies.

The wife did it.

You always say that.

- Well, it's almost always true.
- Excuse me.

I'm Sara Korby.

Yes, you are.

Now, Mrs. Korby, your...

husband was alone last night,
is that right?

Yes.

Halloween was
his favorite time of year.

Practical jokes were his passion.

I was in Virginia Beach.

I spent the night at a friend's.

- Until the police broke it up.
- Party was over anyway.

Right.

I noticed you have quite
the setup in your garage.

James would spend days
in there this time of year.

A couple years back, we made a deal:

he would spend Halloween working

on his projects and...

I would spend the night at a spa.

I didn't want to go this year,

'cause he'd just gotten back, but...

James didn't mention
any problems, did he?

Fights, disagreements,
that kind of thing?

Everything seemed fine.

He had a car pick me up,

drive me to Virginia Beach.

Rachel,

he was your stepfather?

James and Sara are both
my stepparents.

My mom died when I was little.

I married Rachel's father
five years ago.

He was killed in Iraq.

I'm sorry.

Everyone liked James

even if they didn't get
his sense of humor.

Speaking of no sense of humor,

what about your neighbor
Ted Rodgers?

A few days ago,
when he realized that

James was back from Afghanistan,
they had some words about...

my husband's idea of fun.

- Ted complained about everything.
- Yeah,

I picked up on that.

Interesting date
for such a ghoulish demise.

It's a cool way to go.

Cool as in "cold".
I'm sorry.

You're not taking pleasure out
of the method of our victim's death,

are you, Mr. Palmer?

No, of course not.
It's just like what you said. Very...

Halloween-y. Just reminds me
of a few pranks I'm not too proud of.

Then perhaps you should refrain
from discussing them.

Then what can we discuss, Duck?

Confirmation
of my earlier hypothesis,

to wit...

courtesy of Abby...

Manner of death was indeed
the ingestion of liquid nitrogen:

a colorless, odorless substance
which is so cold that when it comes

into contact with warm
organic material, it literally...

boils.

Yeah. You see here for instance.

This is our stomach stand-in.

Mr. Palmer?

With pleasure, Doctor.

What's also important to note
is that Korby's throat

had previous scar tissue
from before he was killed.

- Meaning?
- No idea.

Abby's working on that now.

What we do know is that Korby
ingested enough nitrogen to freeze

his internal organs, but technically

that was not the cause of death.

- What was?
- Breathing.

The nitrogen gas entered his lungs,

essentially suffocating him.

Thank you, Mr. Palmer.

So, he didn't die right away.

He lived on for several minutes.

Based on the rate of thaw
and the condition of the body,

I'd estimate that the time of death was
somewhere between 10:00 and midnight.

Sorry. That's cold.

I got it. I got it.
I'll just clean this up.

How much did he ingest?

A single gulp would suffice.

Likely he was force-fed.

- Or he was caught off guard.
- Either way, it was no accident.

Certainly not a suicide.

Look at this.

Two-ply, double roll top tuck
with a 30-foot vertical climb.

That kid has got an arm.
Perfect drape age.

It's good trunk to top ratio as well.
It's very impressive.

I do not see the humor or the art.

It's a...

cultural thing.
Tony will tell you.

Who are you calling?

Right.

Thanks.

Having the wife's file sent over.

Does your gut ever give
you a stomachache, Tony?

Keep snickering while I'm over here
breaking the case.

Everyone is breaking the case.

You brought us coffee?

- It's apple cider.
- Yep.

Happy Halloween.

Break's over.

Run it.

Yes.

We are still scrubbing
the video from the kids.

Multiple neighbors have filed
complaints against Korby.

But only one neighbor has filed
multiple complaints.

Ted Rodgers lives across the street.

I still think the wife is...
This has got some back bite.

A little peppery,

a hint of clove, and really...

Rodgers... You two... go.

There's no candy here!

We don't want candy!

Speak for yourself, David.

Open up,

or we'll send the kids in.

Very convincing nerd outfit.

This is how I dress for work.

You're going to work now?

I work at home.

I'm a commodities trader,
Asian markets.

This is the start
of my business day.

Your porch light's on.

Means you have candy.
That's standard Halloween etiquette.

That's better.

Now let's talk.

About what?

About the three police reports
you filed against James Korby.

Over the years, his antics have cost me
a lot of time and money.

Shaving cream in my mailbox,

food coloring in my pool.

I don't care if he was
a hero in Afghanistan.

On this block,
he was a pain in the ass.

Girlfriend in college got
a restraining order against you.

So I'm guessing there's a temper
under that cardigan.

We have a witness who says
you confronted Korby yesterday.

Given the history between you two...

Are you accusing me of murder?

No, we're just asking you
really nicely if you did it.

So, Mr. Rodgers,
did you kill your neighbor?

Where were you last night
between 10:00 PM and midnight?

Online, live,

in front of the camera on my computer
with our office in Shanghai.

Every minute.

I don't trust a guy
who doesn't give candy to kids.

Trick or treat.

Great.

Energy drinks.
Just what this holiday needed.

Their parents are going
to love that.

Hey, Abby...

Welcome to the random factory,
Gibbs.

Most of Korby's prank stuff...

It's motion sensor activated, so
until I get a chance to process it all,

you need to move very...

slowly.

No costumes this year, Abs?

After last year's
Jonas brothers debacle,

Vance banned the costumes.

McGee... skinny jeans...

- It didn't work.
- What do you got?

A car,

at the scene of the crime.

It's only a glimpse,
but the time stamp indicates that

it's taken around the time of death.

- 11:13 PM.
- You get a plate?

No visual on the driver.

But when I enhance the image,

I did manage to get this.

It's a livery number.

From the Quantico
Marine base motor pool.

- Vehicles can only be signed out...
- By a Marine.

- Nice work, Abs.
- Wait, wait.

There's more.

Sample
from our dead Marine's stomach.

I expected to find liquid nitrogen,
of course,

but I did not expect to find
traces of turpentine,

acetone and benzene in his flesh.

- Paint thinner?
- Yeah.

Liquid nitrogen
killed him last night,

but it wasn't the cause
of his ulcerated stomach ling.

Someone tried to poison him
before last night.

When?

According to the chemical levels,

he ingested the paint thinner
two months ago.

While he was still overseas.

Whoever tried to kill
Lance Corporal Korby in Afghanistan...

Finished it here.

What's the matter, McGee?
No one come to your door?

I think I deserve a treat.

Why is that?

Because the wife did it, probie.

The stepdaughter, Rachel...
is from a previous marriage.

But Sara Korby has been married

three times.

All Marines, all dead.

All with juicy life
insurance payouts.

Once is a tragedy,
twice a coincidence,

three times is a pattern.

We're talking
about a black ops widow.

Tony, the first two husbands
died in the line of duty.

Giving you no reason to suspect

she had anything to do
with the third one's death.

- Well, I got...
- Evidence?

- Not to speak of, Boss.
- Then stop speaking.

According to base records,
the car we're looking for

is still missing from the livery.

No sign of anyone checking it out.
Boss, I am going to find that car.

Korby's tour in Afghanistan...
His file, where is it?

Central Command hasn't declassified
the after-action report yet.

Unit's only been back 72 hours.

- Just waiting for the report.
- Wait faster.

Thanks.

Korby's squad leader
just arrived at the gate.

All right, come on.
You're with me.

It says here you're up for a promotion,
Sergeant Barnes.

Yes, Sir.

So was Lance Corporal Korby.

You did not give him
a very good recommendation.

"Korby has, at times,
proven to be difficult to discipline."

"A detriment to unit
cohesion and morale."

I also say Korby was a dedicated,
courageous, hard-working Marine.

Even in battle,
he was a practical joker, no?

Yes, Ma'am.

Right. What's funny in boot camp...

isn't always funny
in a live fire zone.

Two schools of thought in battle.

Some Marines like to keep their focus...
Head on a swivel.

Yeah, some like to keep it loose
to keep from cracking.

Half the guys loved Korby.

The other half,

not so much.

What about you?

As their squad leader it was my job
to keep the peace between the two.

Well, someone got mad enough at Korby
to slip him a dose of paint thinner.

Almost killed him.

Korby was ill a few days.
Thought it was a stomach virus.

Never said anything
about being poisoned.

Where were you two nights ago?

Finishing up debriefing paperwork.
Never left the base.

Who in the unit had
the biggest problem with Korby?

No one in particular, Sir.

Then we investigate them all.

Put a hold on all promotions.

It's gonna get ugly.

Private David Singer.

He and Korby had a falling out.

Didn't come from me.

One, two, three.

- One.
- One, two, three.

- Two.
- One, two, three.

- Three.
- One, two, three.

- Four.
- Let's do it! Go, go, go!

- Private David Singer?
- Yeah.

Why don't you take a break.
Maybe take a shower.

We hear that you
and Lance Corporal Korby had a...

falling out in Kandahar?

Korby showed me the ropes.

We had some laughs at first,

but things aren't so funny
in Afghanistan and I told him as much.

That's all.

Well, not quite all.
Korby's dead.

Where were you two nights ago?

In Norfolk, visiting a friend.

Does this friend live
on a street corner

and deal pharmaceuticals out
of paper bag?

I'm not on the juice,
if that's what you're implying.

It's all natural.
Don't let it scare you.

Alibi have a name?

Things on the side of your head work?
The man asked you a question.

Although short-term memory loss
and shrunken testicles

- are a sign...
- Have you ever been shot at?

- Once or twice.
- People were getting blown up there

and Korby's saran-wrapping guys
into their cots.

What's your point?

Some of us didn't appreciate it...

His stupid pranks.

But none of us killed him.

No one would have taken it
that far...

Yeah? How far did it go?

Chris Norton...

High school buddy.

That's who I was
with the other night.

Still working on getting
those paper files,

but I did have a chat with Central
Command in Afghanistan up in MTAC.

Don't brag, McGee, it's unbecoming.

Talk.

I was able to put together a brief
history of Korby's unit. It's not good.

It had multiple transfer requests,
complaints.

They were deemed "not combat ready"
two different times.

Unit was in chaos.

Korby's distractions were more serious
than his squad leader

- lead us to believe.
- This started 2 months ago.

After Korby was poisoned.

Before that,
only exemplary remarks about the unit.

Citations. Promotions.
They were on their third tour.

A well-oiled machine.

What would make
a Marine unit fall apart?

Lack of discipline.

Yep. Or too much.

18,000 breaths a day.

It's hardly surprising
what ends up in one's lungs.

Bacteria, insects...

Guess we'll have to wait and see
what our dead Marine inhaled.

Take those up to Abby,
would you please?

Yes, Doctor.

I'm glad you're here.

Body was beaten, doc.

I found evidence
of multiple contusions and abrasions.

Usually, I do my autopsies
from the outside in,

but, due to the frosty
circumstances here,

I was forced to reverse the process.

When?

Well, based on the healing
of this rib fracture here,

I'd say that those injuries
were probably sustained

before he was poisoned
the first time.

Afghanistan.

Attackers avoided vital organs.

Correct. There were no blows
on the kidneys or spleen.

Tried to teach him a lesson.

Tried to hurt him
without really hurting him?

You've seen this before, I presume?

Yeah. Code red.

Somebody gave Korby a beat down
before moving on to poison.

Someone?

There are traces of bruising
on his wrists and ankles.

Additionally,
subdural contusions suggest

that at least four assailants

delivered a myriad of blows.

These patterns tell me
that this was more than just someone.

Whole squad wanted
this guy gone, Duck.

Where are we going?

Mobile campfire.
DiNozzo le�on du jour:

think on your feet.
Go.

- Still looking for the mystery car.
- Stop.

Probies, talk louder.
I can't hear you in there.

Tony, McGee has been here
for six years.

I have been here for four.

I know you are enjoying this,
but we are agents.

So, could you please
stop calling us...

Problem, probie?

You've been an agent
for all of one week.

Your Mossad liaison days are over.

Mobile campfire.

Dead Marine prankster whose, mischief
sparked a beat down in Afghanistan,

courtesy of his entire squad.

Our only evidence
is a vehicle from the Quantico

motor pool
at the scene of the crime.

We haven't found it,
or any record of who signed it out.

We were able to track down the addresses
of each Marine who was on Korby's unit

in the area the night of the murder.
Six hits.

Take Ziva with you.

This guy was a genius.

He chronicled all of his exploits on
his phone, it's like a master's course.

600 pizzas delivered
to the Battalion CP.

He reassembled a Humvee
inside the Officer's club.

If only I had the appropriate time
and space to use

- the bounty of ideas in front of me.
- The case, Abs. The case.

I finished processing
everything from Korby's garage.

Still no murder weapon.
Which means the killer either kept it...

Or they dumped it.

And probably nearby.
And certainly with traces of nitrogen.

I alerted local waste management to be
on the lookout for hazardous materials.

And the Fire Department's Hazmat team
is searching the entire neighborhood.

A lot of manpower.

A four block radius
and more than 60 homes.

Can I have my Caf-pow! now?

No more refills.

I just came to return
the surplus nitrogen.

It's the results from the substance
that you and Ducky

found in the dead Marine's lungs.

That's odd.

Traces of chicken stock,
coffee beans, cocoa...

Lunch.

Yeah, but I didn't find traces
of any of this food in his stomach.

The nitrogen gas must have carried
the particles into the lungs.

There could have been food residue
on the inside of the container

the killer used to administer
the liquid nitrogen.

Like, a lunchbox?

Thinking, like, a thermos.
You know, perfect size. Insulated.

It's discreet.

Palmer, you're a genius.

The killer probably used
Korby's coffee thermos to poison him.

Now I can tell the Hazmat team
what to look for.

That's great work.

Both of you.

Ladies.

Cleaning up the crime scene?

Sweeping away old memories.

You sure you want
to throw these away?

What can I do for you,
Agent DiNozzo?

I was just wondering...

if your husband ever talked
about what happened overseas?

You know,
other Marines in his squad?

No? Never talked to you
about getting beat up or poisoned?

That's interesting.
I guess you two didn't talk much, then.

What are you implying?

You've lost 3 husbands.
All 3 had life insurance policies.

- Meaning...?
- You seem to be

attracted to men who have
a hard time staying alive.

I'm attracted to men
with dignity and honor

who put themselves
in harm's way for their country.

I grew up in a military family.

I fell in love with men who served.
Two of them died doing it.

I've given a lot.
I've taken very little.

Well, half a million dollar payout
on the two previous policies,

plus another $250,000 from Korby's.

You can understand
my skepticism, it's adding up.

My husband didn't complain.

He didn't dwell on negative things.
He chose to celebrate life.

He tried to make others smile.

I loved him for that.

Excuse me.

Private Singer.

Do I need to make introductions,

- or you two...
- Just paying my respects.

- That a problem?
- No.

Me and your husband,
we had our issues.

But we served together.

He saved my ass a time or two.

I'm sorry.

Thank you, Private.

Are we finished?

Excuse me.

Sky falling?

Wife might be telling the truth.

So, yeah.

Your killer instinct was wrong?

Temporarily misguided.

What did my probie
sandwich find out?

Well, we interviewed every member
of Korby's squad,

including two in Bethesda.

They all admit Korby's pranks
caused problems...

But denied having knowledge
of the code red

or the poisoning in Afghanistan.

- They were covering for each other.
- Taking a break, DiNozzo?

No, boss.
Just looking at the sprinkler system.

The sign-out log
from the Company Command post on base.

- That's a nice job, boss.
- Page 28.

Korby's squad leader,
Sergeant Barnes, lied to us.

He did sign off the base
the night of the murder.

That's not all Barnes lied about.

I just the after-action reports
from Kandahar.

The promotion Barnes was looking
forward to was already denied.

"Unsatisfactory leadership."

When?

Three months ago.
While serving in Afghanistan.

- Just before Korby was poisoned.
- And the unit went bonkers.

Find him.

Germans.
Fun-loving bunch.

- Care to oom-pah?
- There's Barnes.

- Yes, there he is.
- Herr Barnes.

We need to speak to you.

Excuse me one second.

Can we do this some other time?

Let me check. Ziva?

No. See, we can't do it another time.
Achtung, baby.

This is important.
I need to talk to these guys.

NCIS.
Settle down, gentlemen.

Well done, probie.

Fraulein.

Danke Schoen.
Beer's on him.

Sorry about that.

You certainly made an impression.

Korby cost you a promotion.

So you poisoned him.

When that didn't work,
you finished the job here.

Company log.

Night of the murder.
You signed out.

Man up, Marine.

I did it for him.

- Who?
- Korby.

- He was a great Marine, but...
- What happened?

We had incoming fire
in a warehouse outside Herat,

when I turn to see
Korby's flak jacket on fire.

Gave away our position.
Barely got out of there.

One of his jokes?

Faulty flare casing.
An accident.

Nobody saw it that way.

Thought one of his gags
almost got us all killed.

They sent him a message.

I knew about the code red.

Thought it would help
put Korby straight. For his own good.

But...

he was still Korby.

So you poisoned him?

I put a drop of paint thinner
in his coffee.

A drop.

I wanted to get him
shipped home on medical leave.

I did it for him.
For the unit.

Before someone really got hurt.
I did it to save him.

Somehow the guys found out
what I'd done and...

They lost respect for their leader.

The unit fell apart.

Night of the murder.

A barmaid at a club in Fairfax.

She'll confirm I was there all night.
Getting face time with my seniors.

Trying to get
my promotion back on track.

That's not gonna happen.

Listen, is there any more
of that apple cider?

'cause I found it
de-cider-ly delicious.

Barnes' alibi checks out.

He was at the strip club till 2:00 am,
they have him on security cameras.

I still maintain
that the wife's holding something back.

Marine vehicle was at the scene,
DiNozzo.

- That does suggest a Marine.
- None of the motor pool logs

have a record of which Marine
checked out the car.

Just that it left the base.

Boss, well, it's not about the car
but I have been running financials

on every member of Korby's unit looking
for inconsistencies.

- Yeah, and you got one?
- Yep. Private David Singer.

He told us he was in Norfolk
with a friend the night of the murder.

Yeah, well, he's got a credit card
charge in Virginia Beach that night.

Charge was for a room-service
delivery of champagne and caviar.

Where?

The Seabright hotel and spa.

That's the hotel
where Korby's wife was staying.

Private Singer.

Sorry to keep you out of the gym.

You'll have plenty of time
to work out when you're in prison.

- The hell you talking about?
- Keeping somebody like Mrs. Korby happy

takes a lot of reps?

You both licking champagne off

each other's toes down there
in Virginia Beach.

Then you took a little detour,
decided to kill Korby.

The hotel valet has the car you borrowed
from Quantico checked out all night.

You did bring it back
in the morning, though.

Innocent man usually
explains himself.

And the guilty ones object.

You might even fall
into the third category.

The guy who covers for his lover.

If Tony's right about the wife,
I will never live it down.

It's getting pretty ripe
in that room.

But he's about to flip on the wife.

He doesn't have to.

Pulled Korby's credit card records.

According to Abby, the garden hose
and duct tape were brand new,

but there's no record of Korby
actually purchasing them.

- Cash?
- The wife's credit card

was used one week ago at a hardware
store to purchase two items.

Garden hose and a roll of duct tape.

Well, bring her in.

I cannot believe it.

Know about your affair
with Private Singer.

He told you?

No, he didn't have to.

Fancy hotel.

Sounds of the ocean.

Caviar and champagne.

Singer thought he was in for a treat,
but you tricked him.

You used him.

You gave Singer the hose and tape,
told him to make it look like a suicide.

He drove from the hotel to your house,
he killed your husband.

David wasn't
at the house that night.

I was.

You drove Singer's car to your house
and killed your husband?

No.

I couldn't go through with it,
the affair. I couldn't cheat on James.

I didn't have my own car,

I'd been dropped off by the service
at the hotel so I borrowed David's.

I drove back home to tell
my husband the truth, but I just...

Sat in front of the house
and I lost my nerve.

So, I left.

I went back to the hotel
and I broke it off with David.

Yeah, well,
I don't think he got the message.

So, you admit to being at the scene
of the crime at the time of death?

I did not kill my husband.

It's the truth.
I swear to you.

Well, now you get to convince
a jury of your peers.

That would be a jury of tall, leggy,

blonde bombshells.
Why don't you stand up?

You're under arrest for the murder
of Lance Corporal James Korby.

You're not.

Evidence garage, now.

- Hey, McGee.
- Yeah, boss.

Footage of the Marine car.

Let me pull it up.

Rewind it.

There, freeze it.

Can you clean that up?

Let's see.

It's a car parked on the street.

Boss, that's Korby's car.

Nice.

You don't have to say anything.

About me being right.
About the wife.

Okay.

DiNozzo, driver's side.

Come on.

Get in.

Okeydokey.

- The seat is too far forward.
- Exactly.

The seat has been in that position
since the murder.

Car was parked in the street
when the footage of the Marine car

was captured by those kids.

But when Korby
was found dead in the car...

The car was parked in his driveway.

Pull all financial records from
the death of Sara's second husband.

Sara?
I got your text.

I was just gonna go for a run.

She couldn't make it.

- Well, then why did she text me?
- She didn't.

What's that?

The thermos we found
in your friend's trash can.

The friend you were with
the night of the murder.

Traces of liquid nitrogen in there.

I don't understand.

While everybody was so drunk
at the party, they didn't see you

slip out for a little while,
did they?

Found your prints.

We also know that,

you bought the hose and the tape
using Sara's credit card last week.

Clerk ID'd your photo.

You tried to frame Sara
for your stepfather's murder.

Dutiful daughter delivers
a thermos of "cocoa" to stepdaddy.

But he's too preoccupied to notice
what's in it until it's too late.

No. Why would I do that?

James and Sara were all I had.

Except for your trust fund.

Your biological father left it to you
when he died in Iraq.

Sara has control of the trust fund
until your 25th birthday,

but, if she's behind bars,
then you would get your inheritance

a little earlier?
All 200,000 of it.

Add Korby's life insurance policy.

That's another 250 grand.

You're all set.

Go to college,
buy yourself a fast car,

maybe a little pad on the beach.

But wait five years? That's an eternity
to a pretty little party girl like you.

With them, it was an eternity.

You have no idea.

A stepfather who acts
like a juvenile delinquent.

A stepmother who marries
anything in a uniform.

You saw her.

She uses men.

She used my dad.

That dad died serving his country.

What's going to happen to my money?

It's yours in five years.

It's gonna go a long way
in the prison gift shop.

Morning, Ziva.

Good morning.
Coffee?

Thank you.

All right.

My keyboard is not working.

I love Halloween.

And what's not to love?
Pranks...

Halloween is officially
my favorite holiday.

And you are looking

at this year's larceny lotto winner.

So, you're buying us lunch today,
or...?

I didn't keep the money, Mcnopoly.

Gave it to charity.
Urban youth group.

My gut is not-for-profit.

You know, Tony,
I've been thinking and,

I would like to acknowledge my place

as a new agent and your place as...

Your superior in every way?

Yes.

But, for my sanity,
could you not call me "probie"?

I say it with love.

And if I refuse?

You are senior field agent
and I am...

entirely...

at your mercy.

As you should be.

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