All language subtitles for NCIS S07E13 Jet Lag-eng

Ay, dios mio.

Mr. Parsons, this time it's
going to cost you extra.

Hello?

Mr. Parsons?

Maldiga gato!

What are you doing in there?

Mr. Parsons.

Agent McGee.

Hello, director.

Agents DiNozzo and David.

They were supposed to contact me

before they left with our witness.

I should have gotten a call by now.

Yeah, their flight was delayed.

Are you sure about that?

Paris can be very hard to leave.

Not for them. No.

Tony and Ziva don't like
traveling together much.

Actually, they don't like doing much

of anything together.
I think it's safe to say

that they're not enjoying
themselves very much right now.

SecNav wants that witness
here by tomorrow morning.

Where the hell are they?

Bonjour, McGee.

Oh, everything's fine.

We are leaving for the airport

as soon as Tony returns
from seeing the sights.

- Here.
- Finally.

Okay, McGee. Um, au revoir.

Tell McGee I love Paree!

Why don't you tell him
yourself when we get back.

We must pick up our
witness at the embassy.

- Come on.
- Whoa, whoa.

Hold your horses.

You know, one day

just isn't enough in this town, is it?

I get why artists love it.

Something about the light.

Picasso, Rodin.

Cancan girls at the moulin rouge.

This is not a vacation, Tony.

Mmm.

But it is a beautiful day.

Why are you in such a pleasant mood?

What's wrong with you?

I slept well last night.

Why, didn't you?

You certainly looked...

comfy enough.

Paris. France.

I mean, it's really not
what I thought it would be.

You know?

Of course, all I had to go
on was a french arms dealer

and his rather fetching daughter.

C'est la vie.

That's french for something.

"That's life."

Let's go.

Vite, vite.

- Apr�s vous.
- Ha.

Here we go. Hop on.

I'm getting pretty good at this.

Flight is scheduled to
depart Paris at 16:30.

Keep me posted.

Grab your stuff, McGee.

We're going on a trip of our own.

Someplace exotic?

Oh, yeah.

Downtown.

- Just the two of us, boss?
- Nope.

You, me, Ducky,

and a dead marine.

Sergeant Mark Parsons.

Marine... special ops command.

I feel it only appropriate,
that in agent DiNozzo's absence,

I make an observation about
this unique crime scene.

Go for it, Duck.

A terrified Janet Leigh.

And the inability to enter
the shower for several weeks.

It's a reference to the film Psycho.

There, feel better now?

Yeah.

Yes, apart from these feline scratches,

I see no obvious signs of trauma.

Got a time of death?

Rigor has resolved itself.

Postmortem lividity is fixed,

and I see several fly ova
in his nostrils and ears.

Ergo, this man succumbed

between 36 and 48 hours ago.

- Killer got a head start.
- Yeah.

No doubt that was the intention.

The sodium silicate in
crystal-based kitty litter

is a very effective odor absorber,

thereby preventing the smell

from alerting the neighbors.

Apart from the housekeeper,

he might have lain there,

undiscovered, for days.

Time to change the box.

Boss, I finished processing

the, uh, rest of the condo.

No signs of a struggle.

And there were quite
a few high-dollar items

left out in plain sight.

Not a robbery.

Which begs another mystery.

Yeah, how does an E-5 marine
making three grand a month

manager to live like this?

Precisely.

You know, I did find a safe bolted

inside a living room cabinet.

Let's go. Let's open it.

Seat 9-A.

Oh.

Finally, I'll get to
catch up on my reading.

Nora, for a whistle-blower
on a major defense fraud scam,

you seem awfully relaxed.

I have faith in you to protect me.

Well, most of our material witnesses

are frightened parasites.

I wish all the people we dealt with

were as nice as you.

- I'm nice.
- Hah!

I just came across a wrong in the world

that I could help make right.

Oh. Wow.

We're protecting Hayley Mills.

You know, Pollyanna.

Disney classic with a happy ending.

Hmm, I like those.

Tony prefers Bambi,
where the mother dies.

And I'm not the nice one?

That must be him.

Excuse me?

NCIS.

Been looking for you.

I'm agent David.

That is agent DiNozzo.

And she is our witness.

Federal air marshal Art Neeley.

I already got a head count

and I cross-checked the passenger list

with federal offender databases.

All clear for takeoff.

We've been cleared to leave the gate.

We'll be getting under way just as soon

as everyone's in their seat,
with their seat belt fastened.

Thank you.

Excuse me. If you wouldn't
mind taking your seat,

we're ready to pull away from the gate.

I'm also ready for my hot towel.

First class only, sir.

Sorry.

And they say the stimulus is working.

Real friendly.

Up here in first class.

Oh, sorry, business. Business class.

All right, I think we're ready.

What do we got?

Uh...

Watches. Beautiful ones.

These look very expensive, boss.

The folders, McGee.

Ah, yes.

Newspaper clippings.

All pertaining to a murder
investigation in New York City.

The death of real estate mogul
Sam Thoresen six months ago.

Home invasion, nothing was stolen.

NYPD suspected a professional hit.

Case is still unsolved.

He was tracking the investigation.

Why? And why keep it locked in the safe?

Making sure he got away clean.

NYPD was right.

What, you thinking our dead marine
was moonlighting as a hit man?

Well, he had a new assignment.

Passport information.

Employment records. Bank statements.

Unused round-trip ticket to Paris.

Same flight Tony and Ziva are on.

This isn't a scrapbook, it's a dossier.

On his new target.

Nora Williams.

Our whistle-blower.

Our dead guy was going to kill her.

Sergeant Mark Parsons.

Members of his special ops team

all said that he was a
good marine, but a loner.

No family.

No close friends.

Apparently, our
marine-turned-hit man

really kept to himself.

The nature of the business.

Parsons was on leave
when the real estate

mogul was shot in New York.

If ballistics match the
gun we found in his safe,

we've solved that case.

Too bad it's not ours.

Well, Abby's processing
his prepaid burn phone.

Could lead us to whoever
hired him to kill our witness.

Or who killed him.

Parsons' dossier on Nora Williams.

He knew she was living in Paris

and that we were sent to
escort her back to the States.

Guy did his homework.

He had all of Nora's medical
records, phone records,

- fnfo on family, friends.
- Fianc�.

Daniel Sturgis.

He and Nora are supposed to
be married in three months.

Oh, I'm going to need to talk to him.

He's already on his way.

It's the Paris case
file on Nora's testimony.

I tried to talk Nora out of
testifying against Beringer,

but she has this, uh,

infectious outlook on life that...

Ray Beringer's her boss.

Owner of Beringer marine, incorporated.

I told her-- not a
guy you want to cross.

You also work for him.

At our DC headquarters,
here on the navy yard.

Uh, Nora and I met in
the accounting department,

before she was transferred
to the Paris branch.

Where she found the evidence

that Beringer was bilking the navy.

For millions.

When a navy fleet makes
port in a foreign country,

any needed repairs

are done by a local maintenance company.

Beringer marine is a
major port presence.

At the receiving end
of a lot of contracts.

Navy was paying for repairs
that weren't even requested.

Until Nora found documents

proving that Beringer was
behind the whole thing.

Unfortunately, those
documents disappeared.

The only evidence that we
have is Nora's good memory.

Risking something coming here.

We got nothing on Beringer
without her testimony.

Which is why we'll make sure
that nothing happens to her.

Well, uh, can't you just arrest him now?

For hiring someone to kill her.

Beringer doesn't know
anything about Nora's testimony

or the case against him.

It's still under wraps until she
meets with the U. S. Attorney.

He must have found out somehow.

That's difficult to prove.

Our best agents are with her.

I hope so.

She just wants to do what's right.

Just sort of feel like
you can use negative space

to push the image, you know?

Sort of like a geometrical thing

with the light coming across.

I was trying to use
these sort of geometric

lines and spacing.

Uh... sometimes I think maybe

I should have done something
more... creative with my life.

No, I think you're in
the right profession.

All right, Annie Leibovitz.

What's wrong with my pictures?

Okay, McGee, got it. Bye.

Well, they're sort of
soulless, analytical.

They look like... postcards or...

Crime scene photos.

You just need people in them.

Happy people.

Living people.

Otherwise, they're just buildings.

Didn't you and Ziva go
sightseeing together?

Uh... no.

We had enough "together".

We shared a flight and a hotel room.

Uh...

It was the only one available.

That's how me and my fianc� met.

On the job, traveling on business.

Rule #12.

What's rule #12?

Our boss-- he has
a list of rules.

Rule #12 says you should
never date a coworker.

My understanding--
can't be done.

Should not be done.

How do you and your fianc� make it work?

You two looking for advice?

No. No.

No way.

We do not always get along.

Ever.

So, what was the phone call all about?

Gibbs and McGee are working on a case.

Why are they calling us?

In the air?

Does it have to do with me?

Is something wrong?

No.

Not anymore.

Basilica of the sacred heart.

That's where Daniel proposed to me.

I'm gonna miss Paris,

but at least going to DC
means I get to see him.

Gaston Leroux came up with the idea

for the phantom of the
opera when the counterweight

of the great chandelier
came crashing down

and crushed a female patron.

The grand and noble facade
of the Paris opera house,

hiding a dark and ignoble secret within.

Uh, not unlike this fellow,

Jethro.

Uh, honorable marine
masquerading as a hit man.

Other way around, Duck.

You got any more metaphors?

Well, Leroux's book is full of them.

He explores the dichotomy
between life and death;

truth and falsehood.

Ah. You got one.

Well, like the phantom,

this man's body also
masks a deformation.

You found the cause of death?

Indeed.

A fractured C-1 and 2 vertebrae.

Broke his neck?

There's an absence of defensive wounds.

Uh, yes.

These fractures were caused

by a single, deliberate move.

Killer was precise?

And practiced.

Whoever killed our
marine hit man was also

a trained professional.

Thanks, Duck.

Yeah, it's a long time
since I visited Paris.

Or-or went to the
theater, for that matter.

You asking me on a date, Duck?

Can I come, too?

I'm on my way, Abbs.

I know, I know, but this couldn't wait.

After processing everything
from our dead guy's condo,

I found extra nothing.

All totally wiped down.

Almost like it was...

- A pro job? Yeah, I know.
- But

I ran the burn phone from Parsons' safe.

he only received one
call from one number.

I traced it to a residence in Bethesda.

Give me a name, Abby.

That's what I couldn't
wait to tell you, Gibbs.

The number belongs to Holly Snow.

The Holly Snow.

Hello?

So you've heard of me, agent McGee?

Uh, yes, yes, I have.

By reputation and a few headlines.

You are DC madam to
the rich and powerful.

Talented, too. At avoiding arrest.

You flatter me.

When did the love business
turn into the death business?

Excuse me?

Four days ago, you made a
call to sergeant Mark Parsons.

It was right before he was murdered.

A hit.

Killed by a pro.

I had nothing to do with his death.

Yeah, we know that,

but you did hire him
to kill Nora Williams.

Got a search warrant for your office.

We found an online
pay account linking you

to several known or suspected hit men.

This time, you were
paying for their services.

To kill.

Once a contractor...

Listen, I'm a matchmaker.

I connect people online.

I never know what
service is being provided.

I never ask.

You really think a
jury's gonna believe that?

All this money for sex.

It's not my money.

I'm not responsible for...

You're an accessory to murder.

You're providing a service.

You're more than responsible.

Who wanted Nora Williams dead?

Look, I don't know names.

But I can give you the account

that they used to wire me the money.

Half a million dollars.

The numbers.

I don't give it away, agent Gibbs.

My services cost.

I'll take a plea deal.

I didn't offer one.

Well, I suggest you do.

And you might want to be quick about it.

Why is that?

You said Parsons was
killed by another pro.

I can think of 500,000
reasons why that might be.

These contracts are not exclusive.

Render the service,

reap the reward.

And, um,

people can be, uh...

competitive.

A hit man killed a hit man.

So, whoever gets the kill

gets the cash.

Okay, understood.

Thank you, Gibbs.

A team of homeland security officers

will be waiting for us when we land.

Outside the terminal,

an NCIS security detail will take over.

Not taking any chances,

in case your new hit man tries
something on the ground, huh?

Which is why we must
consider the possibility

that they may try
something on the plane,

where Nora's more vulnerable.

You have reason to
believe they're on board?

Stationary target.

Close quarters.

Modern-day orient express.

Hmm. The killer would just
need an inconspicuous weapon.

Like what?

Listen, I've been doing
this for a while, and I doubt

there's anything...

Headphone cables make
for a perfect garrote.

And plastic silverware is
not as safe as you may think.

I once killed a man using a credit card.

I have been watching a guy.

Row 16.

Couple of rows behind
that girl knitting.

Aisle seat. He's got his earphones on.

Manifest listed him as Steven Baker.

He's been ignoring the
flight attendants and refused

anything to eat or drink, but

he's gone to the lavatory
four times already.

It might be nothing, but...

We cannot take any chances.

- Watch him.
- Mm-hmm.

Oh, come on! I just got up.

This is the captain speaking.

We are experiencing a little turbulence

so if everyone would
please return to their seats

and keep your seatbelts fastened,

We will let you know
as soon as it's safe...

- You all right?
- Yeah.

Look, a slanket.

- She looks comfortable.
- Yeah.

Something I am not.

How much longer till we get there?

Hours and hours.

Drink, ma'am?

Thank you. Oh, no, I
don't think so, mr. Spock.

Uh, is there a problem, sir?

Eh, no.

Then can I have some water?

That is what this is.

- Bring us some new water.
- Excuse me?

I would like you to
bring us a fresh bottle

of new water, and
open it in front of us.

Sorry.

Got another one for the watch list.

That one?

- Mm.
- Yeah, he's already on it.

Well, merci beaucoup.

Live long and prosper.

Of course.

You think someone's really
trying to kill me, don't you?

Is that a little bit of rain

in your sunny worldview, Mary Poppins?

Revealing the true nature
of the world isn't going to

change who I am, agent DiNozzo.

Maybe it's 'cause I'm in love,

but I don't think
people are bad at heart.

U. S. Attorney's office is dragging
their feet on a Holly Snow deal.

Why?

Higher-ups are a little
reluctant about getting into bed

wth somebody that keeps
a little black book.

It might be opening up a can of worms.

- Let's talk about murder here, Leon.
- We'll get it.

She's asking for the
world, and they'll get it.

- It takes time.
- Out of time.

That flight lands, I want to
know who we're looking for.

McGee, go.

Well, assuming that our new hit man

has the same flight information
our dead hit man had,

been running background on
every passenger on the plane.

And?

No red flags, but there is one problem.

Air marshal.

Art Neeley.

He was not originally
assigned to the flight.

Requested an earlier
departure from Paris.

TSA denied the request,

so he switched duty
assignments with someone else.

Really wanted to be on
this particular flight.

Four days ago, where was he?

According to his flight schedule,

air marshal Neeley was in DC

when sergeant Parsons was murdered.

Get Ziva on the phone.

If Neeley is involved,
we don't want to spook

the only other guy on that
plane that's got a gun.

I think you got the wrong bag.

You have a good eye.

Hey, Ziva, I found your book.

Thank you.

Still studying american history, huh?

I just finished, uh, the twilight saga.

I've been suggesting it to her.

It's very romantic.

Excuse me.

I just finished book four
if you want to borrow it.

Team Edward.

Everything okay?

Not really.

She picked his pocket.

One of the good guys might not be.

Psst.

Honey.

Call Abby, ask her to run Neeley's
incoming and outgoing calls.

On it, bossy.

What?

You guys say you don't get along,

but you make a great team.

It is not always so smooth, believe me.

She's usually much snarkier.

I think Paris changed her.

Boss, I just got a call
from navy yard security.

There's been an incident
at Beringer marine.

What happened?

Nora's fianc� Daniel
attacked Ray Beringer.

I lost my temper.

You took some candy-cane cheap shot

at our prime suspect.

It wasn't smart.

I'm sorry.

After a staff meeting,

Beringer pulled me aside
and made a crack about Nora,

about her taking vacation time.

He's taunting me, agent Gibbs.

Maybe.

It proves that he
knows about Nora, right?

I mean, this should help you.

He's the one

who hired someone to kill her.

You need to go home
and let us do our job.

It's just I... I feel helpless.

Kid's lucky I don't
kick his ass to the curb.

Base security already
handled the situation.

Why is NCIS here?

Nora Williams.

What about her?

You tell me.

I know she's a great employee

and that she's sleeping
with that naive jerk

who just clocked me.

Like I told security,
it was just a joke.

I like jokes.

Nora works for me at our Paris office.

I heard she was taking
some... vacation time.

Now, accountants are supposed

to be good with figures, right?

So I asked Daniel if he
was going to get a chance

to use hers while she was in town.

I didn't mean anything by it.

Unless I'm missing something here.

The kid's still angry Nora
took the transfer to Paris,

took it out on me.

Are we done?

I got a company to run.

What did Abby find?

No connection between our air marshal

and our dead marine.

I still do not trust him.

We should at least take his weapon.

If we are wrong, we can apologize later.

Where is our federal flyboy?

Last time I saw him, he was
heading for the restroom.

He has been in there for a while.

Oh.

Maybe it was that
vacuum-packed sushi for dinner.

I'm a little growly myself.

Remain in your seat.

Arty?

You get sucked in?

I'm gonna pick the lock.

There is no need.

His gun is missing.

Is this the queue?

Out of order.

Someone made quite a mess in there.

Well, technically, flying still
is the safest way to travel.

Yeah?

Tell that to him.

Turns out Neeley was divorced
with a 12-year-old daughter.

Requested the earlier flight from Paris

to get home in time to see
his daughter's school play.

Well, we've got nothing to tie Neeley

to the first dead hit man, so why risk

murdering an air marshal mid-flight?

Well, he could have
stumbled onto something,

got too close to our killer.

Or they just wanted his gun.

Either way...

Confirms our killer is on that plane.

The closest airport now is Dulles.

They land in two hours.

Heard you spoke to Ray Beringer.

Word travels.

Beringer made a call to SecNav.

He has the impression that
NCIS is investigating him.

You had to shake that tree.

Needed something to drop, Leon.

Then you'll be pleased to know

that Holly Snow's
plea deal came through.

She's on her way back in.

Ladies and gentleman, if I could
have your attention, please.

Due to a mechanical issue,

the forward lavatory is out of order.

We ask that you please use

one of the other facilities
on board. Thank you.

He's dead?

Someone killed him?

This is really happening, isn't it?

He's on the plane.

So are we.

How did it happen?

It is not important.

I
- I'd like to know.

A knitting needle.

They took it from a sleeping passenger

and stabbed the air marshal in the neck.

You are so direct,

so honest, so different from him.

Tony and I have, um,
different approaches.

Yet complementary.

You sure you two never...?

No. Positive.

Definitely no.

Why do you keep on
asking about Tony and I?

You're like me and
Daniel-- a good fit.

Besides, Paris is a romantic city,

and you guys shared a room, so I...

I took the couch.

Otherwise, Tony would have
whined the entire flight

about his... his back.

Talk about a nightmare at 20,000 feet.

"There's something on the wing.

Some... thing."

Classic Shatner doing the
twilight zone there, Ducky.

I am well aware of that, Anthony.

Well, thank goodness
for this in-flight Wi-Fi.

Does this qualify us
for, uh, mile-high club?

Certainly not.

I am surprised to hear that
you are not already a member.

I never said I wasn't.

Perhaps if you angled
me over and down a bit,

- I could get a better view of his neck.
- Right, right, right.

All right.

Roger, dodger, you got that?

Hmm, yes.

The use of the knitting needle
was both crude and effective.

He was aiming for the space
between the cervical vertebrae

in an endeavor, no doubt,
to sever the spinal cord.

Death would have been quick.

And silent.

He could have unlocked the
door, jabbed in the needle,

and disappeared with a minimum of fuss.

If only we had high resolution,
I could confirm that hypothesis.

All right, hold on one second, Ducky.

I've got an idea.

Yeah.

Here we go.

You know, it looks like there's
a partial print on that needle.

Oh, no.

My memory card's full.

That means I have to delete
some of my photos from Paris.

If you have any of that pyramid

outside the Louvre, delete them.

That glass monstrosity is
an offense to good taste.

It's like Sophie's choice.

"I can't choose."

Doubt our hit man
thought we could process

a mid-flight crime scene, Gibbs.

Need the advantage, Abbs.

Sorry.

It's, uh, kitty litter.

That stuff gets everywhere.

I haven't had time to clean up yet.

Uh, see?

Ugh.

What do you got?

Um... I have a bloody partial
print from the knitting needle.

- Can you use it?
- Well, it's not your typical method

of processing a print.

I have the added work
of enhancing the photo

and then translating the image

into a format that AFIS can understand

before I can even begin
to search for a hit.

Yeah. Gibbs.

Yeah, I'll be right up.

Holly Snow.

- Can I go?
- No. Print.

Ugh.

The account clients use to send
you the money-- let's have it.

W
- what, no foreplay,

no seduction?

My deal came through, then.

Just needs a judge's signature.

Hmm, well, why don't you
come back when you have it?

Deal's done.

United States attorney approved.

You like it rough, don't you?

Well, there's a time and a
place for everything, Holly.

I thought so.

I'm usually pretty
good at reading people.

What they respond to.

Role-play?

No.

Hmm, too bad.

Want to help out the next victim?

Cause if she dies...

this deal goes away.

And we add another charge.

Murder.

I can read people, too.

Account number.

How can she sleep now?

- To escape.
- Row 16.

Isn't that the guy Neeley
said was acting strange?

Yes.

Excuse me. Sir.

Stop.

Move again, and I'll break it.

Federal agents.

Everybody relax.

Return to your skymall.

What the hell are you doing?

What are you doing?

I was just changing the battery

in my CD player when I dropped one.

It rolled under the seats.

Nobody buys CDs anymore.

You have been acting
strange the entire flight.

Yes, well, I am a bit angry.

First, the airline refused
to seat me next to my wife,

and then no one would move
when I asked them to switch.

Selfish jerks!

Hey! Relax, battery boy.

Hold on.

Oh.

Huh.

Here you go.

Why don't you return to your seat.

Ziva.

- What's wrong?
- Everybody, stay calm.

Tony!

Tony, she's in trouble!

Oh, my god.

Is this what I think it is?

How did the killer get to her?

Autopsy.

Ducky, we've got a situation

with our witness.

Anthony, I can barely hear you.

The reception's terrible.

You still on that plane?

Yeah. It's Nora.

She's had some kind
of reaction. It's bad.

What's her condition?

Describe the symptoms.

Well, she was sleeping, and then...

I guess she woke up.

She was coughing and wheezing.

She collapsed; her lips are blue;

and she's barely breathing.

Are her lips and tongue swollen?

Yeah.

You think it's poison?

No. It sounds to me like
a severe allergic reaction

- causing anaphylaxis.
- An allergy?

She needs an injection of
epinephrine, and quickly.

We need an epipen.

Her breathing's getting worse.

There isn't one here.

Here. Take mine.

Tony, stop.

Can we trust him?

I mean, what if this
whole thing is just...

We don't have a choice.

Tony.

Tony, what's happened?

Is there any change?

Ducky...

The swelling's going down.

Oh, good.

Now... Now, it's important
that you keep her on oxygen

and monitor her breathing

until you land.

Ducky, how did this happen?

She has not eaten anything.

Tony said she was sleeping.

Yes, we have been with
her the entire time.

Did she touch anything?

No, just...

A pillow.

Nuts.

- Nothing?
- No, nuts.

The pillow has been
lined with peanut dust.

She must have inhaled it when she slept.

That can be a... a-a virulent allergy.

Yeah.

Your assailant clearly
has done his due diligence.

Excuse me.

Which flight attendant
gave her the pillow?

I got a match, Gibbs,

on the bloody partial print.

It belongs to one of
the flight attendants.

Tiffany Chase. And...

her flight schedule
shows that she was in DC

the day that sergeant Parsons
was killed in his condo.

Bank records?

Okay, you know, that's
not really my forte,

but Tony and Ziva are gone,

and McGee's been really busy, so...

- Abby.
- Um, all right.

I found periodic deposits, and big ones.

All from anonymous online accounts.

These are contract payouts.

I don't know if this is her first

in-flight murder, but it
looks like Tiffany Chase

has been using her airline job
to cover travel and kill people,

and split town from
anywhere in the world.

Another killer with a day job.

Call Tony.

Hey, McGee.

Yeah, uh, boss, I ran the number

that Holly Snow gave us.

It's an offshore account.

Last deposit was made four days ago.

Half a million dollars.

Money is still there.

Who paid to have Nora killed?

Tracked the cash back
to Beringer marine.

It's an account that only two people

have access to: Nora Williams

and Ray Beringer himself.

Folks, this is captain Demerest.

We're about to start our
final descent into Washington.

Please return to your seats

and fasten your seat belts securely.

Flight crew, prepare
the cabin for arrival.

Serving dinner again?

It wasn't that good the first time.

Is that where you hid
the air marshal's gun?

Talk about snakes on a plane.

I'll take that hot towel now.

Excuse me. I'm in the
middle of a conference call.

I already talked to the
secretary of the navy.

It seems there's some misunderstanding

in this investigation.

Investigation's over.
You're under arrest.

Put your hands behind your back.

For what?!

Hiring someone to kill Nora Williams.

Money was transferred from this company.

You're the only one with access to it.

I never hired anyone...

I thought this was about fraud.

That's why you needed Nora dead.

She was the only other person
with access to the account.

Well, arrest her, then.

Look, you can check the log.

I never transferred any money.

So, what, Nora put a hit on herself?

Hey, Daniel!

Stop!

McGee!

Ow.

Boss,

I'm gonna call an ambulance.

Boss?

Boss, are you okay?

Did you, uh... Did
you hit your shoulder?

No.

The car did, McGee.

Cuff him.

Uh-huh.

Yeah. They're taking her out now.

Flight attendants
will never be the same.

How are you feeling?

Better. Thank you. Both.

So you still want to
testify after all of this?

Of course.

You guys did your part.
Now I have to do mine.

Okay.

Yup, got it, boss.

Right.

I told you I liked happy endings.

I can't wait to see
Daniel after all this.

Yeah.

About that...

Oh, yeah.

Champ du Mars.

Bogey and Bergman
will always have Paris.

Now, so will we.

I guess Nora won't,

seeing as her, uh, own
fianc� used company money

to try and have her killed.

That's got to sting.

Yeah, well, Nora's testimony
was going to expose him, too.

Beringer stole from the navy.

Daniel stole from Beringer.

How did she take it, by the way?

Pretty hard, even for her.

Rule #12.

Hey, boss.

How's the shoulder?

Boy, McGee, when you
blow it, you blow it big.

DiNozzo, it was an accident.

- MTAC, McGee.
- Yes, boss.

Hey, in Paris, who got
stuck with the couch?

Me. We flipped a coin.

Well, tough break.

Why did you just lie to McGee?

Why did you lie to Nora?

Nora was right.

Found my favorite picture,

and it's the only one
with someone in it.

Very french new wave, don't you think?

Maybe.

Hmm.

I think it would look
better in black-and-white.

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