All language subtitles for NCIS S07E21 Obsession-eng

Got a heart attack.
BP 88/62, pulse 98.

All right.
Okay, steady. steady.

Place him down.

You got him?
Got him.

Look out!
Oh, my God!

Move out of the way!

Go! Go! Go! Go!

Ziva?

You remember Brenda Bittner?

Well, the name sounds familiar.

You friended her.

She... she's a barista
at Gibbs' coffee shop?

Oh, yeah. Brenda.

I'm reading her profile now.

She just posted that she is

in a committed relationship
with Tony DiNozzo.

Our Tony DiNozzo?

Sure looks like him.
Look at her home page.

Well, how long has
this been going on?

How Long's what been going on?

When were you going to tell us?

Tell you what? That you are
in a committed relationship.

With who?

The ever-lovely
Brenda Bittner.

Where did you hear that?

She posted it
at 7:14 a.m. this morning.

I left her place around 7:00.

How long have you
two been dating?

Well... no, we're not dating.

Last night was it.

Well, it must
have been one hell of

an it because she can not wait
to tell all of her friends.

Well, how many friends
can she possibly have?

2,412.

She is very popular.

Gee.

Oh, no.

Can she post this
without my permission?

Depends on
your privacy settings, Tony.

Well, obviously,
I haven't got them set right.

Will you get over here,
McGeek, and

make this go away, please?
Tony, you know,

you're getting way too old
for these one-night stands.

Your biological clock
is ticking.

Men don't have
biological clocks.

When I meet Ms. Right...

I'll be ready to settle down.

Don't ever settle, DiNozzo.

Dead lieutenant,

Monroe University Hospital.

Let's go.

Was he sick long?
No.

Never got admitted.

Victim is Lieutenant
Jeffrey Wilton Hutton.

He's attached to NIOC.

He's living in base housing
at the Anacostia NSF.

Parents are deceased.

Next of kin?

A sister. I'm gonna go try
and track her down.

So what exactly
are you looking for

in Ms. Right?

Well, aside from the obvious,
uh, physical requirements...

I don't know.

I guess she'd be a...
very independent woman.

Intelligent, successful.

A professional.

Okay, just one question.

What would this woman
possibly see in you?

Yes, well, I can assure you

of one thing.

Car crash was not
the cause of death.

What was?

Well, I haven't
the faintest idea.

I mean, there are
no contusions,

no obvious signs of trauma.

I mean, the poor lieutenant--

I doubt he was here
to visit someone.

But he must have had

an egregious ailment.

I mean, he was
in a hell of a hurry

to get himself to the hospital.

Figured that out myself,

Duck.

Appreciate the help.

We done here?
I am.

Uh, Lieutenant Hutton's
sister's name is Dana.

Wait. Dana Hutton?

Yeah. I just got off
the phone with...

ZNN reporter?

Yes.

David?

Just got off the phone
with her producer.

He says that she's been working
at home today.

Wow. Dana Hutton.

I would really like
to interview her, boss.

Sure.

Take Ziva with you.

You know

who she is.

She did that, uh, great piece

on Doctors without
Borders in Darfur.

Embedded with that Marine unit
in Kandahar last year.

Okay, what does she look like?

Blonde. Cute.
Real cute.

Looks even better in a
helmet and flak jacket.

Okay, Tony, do I have to
remind you

that her brother just died?

I'm a professional.

What?
Brenda Bittner.

Yeah! I guess she saw I
changed my dating status.

Well, you cannot
avoid her forever.

Well, I guess she's not home.

Looks like we
got probable cause.

Ms. Hutton?

Clear!

Ms. Hutton did not do this
to her own place.

No. Where is she?

Someone tossed
the place pretty good

looking for something.

Metro's processing
her apartment.

They are going to coordinate
their investigation with us.

Already put out a BOLO.

Dana Hutton

should be easy to spot.

She's pretty well known.

Do we assume her
disappearance is related

to her brother's death?
No.

We don't assume anything.

Jeffrey and Dana Hutton.

Military brats.

Their father was

a Marine combat
helicopter pilot.

Died at the age of 42
in a training exercise.

They were raised
by their mother.

Died five years ago
of pancreatic cancer.

Overachievers, both of them.

He played water polo
and lacrosse at the academy.

Did a tour at the Pacific,
spent a year

at the Pentagon
before they moved him to

Navy Information
Operations Command.

NIOC. Secret stuff.

Wonder what he was working on.

I'll know in three minutes.

Talking to his
C.O. in MTAC.

Dana.

Impressive woman.

Won a piano competition
when she was 13 years old.

Phi Beta Kappa graduate

of Georgetown before joining ZNN

at the age of 22.

Boss, went through
Lieutenant Hutton's residence.

Nothing. Dropped off

his laptop with Abby.

Yeah. Gibbs.

Yeah. On my way.

Let's go, McGee.

Multiple organ failure,
but no apparent reason.

You seem perplexed, Dr. Mallard.

Oh, I am.

I'm just reviewing
Lieutenant Hutton's

physical, taken only last week.

The man is in perfect health.

I'm about to take blood
and tissue samples up to Abby.

Should I have her look
for anything specific?

Well, that is my
dilemma, Mr. Palmer.

I wouldn't know
what to tell her.

Or Gibbs, for that matter,

when he comes calling,
as he undoubtedly will.

Gibbs.

Captain Austin Sears.

Have to assume
this is about Lieutenant Hutton?

What happened?

Was it an accident?

I don't know.
What can you tell me about him?

Good officer.

Hard-working, smart.

Maybe too smart.

What does that mean?

Was a politician.

Knew how to work the system.

Had a master plan.

His career wasn't going
to end here.

What was he working on?

A classified project.

We've got clearance.

Not for this one.

Can't read you into the program

unless it's cleared
by SECNAV himself.

I'll make the call.

I suggest
you have your director do it.

Gee, what a sweet guy.

Hmm.

Doesn't DiNozzo
have a buddy at NIOC?

We can talk in here.

After you called this morning,

I tried to track Dana down,
but couldn't find her.

What's going on?

Um, we need to talk to her.

Is this about the naval officer

who died in the car accident
this morning?

Came across our news desk.

Yes. That was
her brother.

Wow.

Um... that's horrible.

And ironic.

What are the odds?

Of what?

An old friend and mentor
of Dana's was killed

in a car accident
two weeks ago.

Is it unusual
for her not to come in?

Yes, but she's been distracted.

She's the executor
of her friend's estate

and had to get involved
in the sale of the business--

an old bookstore
in Dupont Circle.

Shouldn't she check in
with you?

I mean, you're her boss, right?

I'm not her boss.

I'm her segment producer.

She's... the star.

Gets to choose
her own assignments.

What is she working on now?

She was doing a piece about
private military companies.

But the last few days,

she started researching
the old Soviet KGB.

I told her that was
yesterday's news.

Bet you couldn't talk her
out of it.

No.

Um, when Dana's passionate
about something, she can lose

objectivity.

Does she have any friends
who may know where she is?

I don't know.

Our relationship's
all about work.

She have a boyfriend?

Uh, wouldn't know.

All right,
could you give us a call

if you hear from her?

Sure.

All right, well,

we'll find
our own way out. Thanks.

Mr. Rivera's with the
Justice Department in Mexico.

He's here in Washington

to set up an international
law enforcement task force.

I am sure you know

our country is in the middle
of a horrible drug war.

We are desperate for help.

It is imperative that
our countries continue

to share techniques
and intelligence.

I'll do what I can do.

Excuse me.

Yes?

Oh, send her in.

Hello, gentlemen.

I'm sorry I'm late.

Hello, Mr. Gibbs.

The State Department

has appointed Ms. Hart
to be Alejandro's legal counsel

for the task force.

Of course they did.

I met Allison
in Mexico City.

We work well together.

Alejandro was very helpful

in my securing
Colonel Bell's release

from prison.

Maybe we shouldn't be
cooperating, Leon.

Mr. Gibbs has

a strange sense of humor.

Oh.

Oh, I'll be spending a lot
of time on the project.

Director Vance
kindly extended me

temporary employee status.

Abby.

How we doing on Lieutenant
Hutton's tox screen?

We?

Get in line, Palmer.

I've ruled out

all common viruses,
biological agents, and drugs.

You didn't give me
any direction.

This is going to
take time. Now, go,

scram, leave me alone.

McGee is bugging me
to analyze the contents

of the hard drive
of this laptop.

That's a terabyte.

Do you know how large that is?

Um...

Hey.

Uh, she's in a foul mood again.

Palmer, I have guns
in my ballistics lab

and I know how to use 'em.

Did Metro send

the fingerprints lifted
from Dana Hutton's condo?

Yes.

And?

And I haven't
gotten to them yet.

When I have answers,
I will call you.

Now, out!

Both of you.

Oh, hey, congratulations.

Whoo!

For what?

Hooking up with Brenda Bittner.

Breena and I would love
to double with you.

Do you guys have plans
Saturday night?

McGee.

Well, I will see you

tomorrow, Mr. Gibbs.

This is going to be fun,

at least for me.

Anything?

Uh...

been checking Dana Hutton's
credit cards, phone activity.

Nothing here, boss.

DiNozzo make contact
with his buddy from NIOC yet?

I don't know.

Where is he?

No idea.

I have
such admiration for authors

like yourself.

There's this bookshop

here in Washington, DC
that was my refuge as a child.

I spent hours there

curled up on an old couch
with a book.

I hope one of mine.

Yeah, my mom didn't think

you were proper reading material
for a young lady.

Supposedly the insurgents
had left the area,

but that's clearly not the case.

They've gathered on top
of this ridge ahead of us,

heavily armed...

We're taking fire.

Let's go.

Come on.

We need this shot.
Follow me.

Dana, come back!

Come on.

DiNozzo, you talk to
your friend at NIOC?

Uh, been playing
phone tag, boss.

ZNN is going

to break the story
on Dana Hutton and her brother.

I'm surprised
they held it this long.

Give me her number.

Whose?

Dana.
Nope.

I would like the number, please.
I've been monitoring

her cell phone, Tony;
it is not on.

Give me the number
or I'll Gibbs-slap you.

Boss, there's a bookstore

where Dana used to hang out

when she was a kid.

She'd go there when things
were bothering her.

How do you know that?
It's called research, David.

The owner died
in a highway accident.

Dana is the executor
of his estate

and is trying
to sell the store.

I think I should
go check it out.

Friend killed accidentally.

Healthy brother dies
of unknown causes.

She disappears.

I think we're setting a record
here for coincidences.

Ziva, background
the bookstore owner.

Get the details
on his car accident.

Okay.

May I inquire
what the lieutenant is doing

back on the table,
Mr. Palmer?

Dr. Mallard, uh, you seemed
so worried last night

that I thought, well,

uh, maybe, um,

I wonder if it wouldn't be
a good idea

for me to come in early
and, uh...

Are you upset?

Don't be silly.
I admire your initiative.

You found something.

Yeah, the left
trapezius muscle.

There is one-millimeter,
perfectly round dot

which at first glance
appears to be

an imperfection
on the film, but...

...there is

a corresponding mark on
the lieutenant's shoulder.

Well, let's see what it is.

I've prepared your
instruments for you.

No, no, no, this is
all yours, Mr. Palmer.

Allow me to assist.

Uh, twe...
tweezers.

What on earth is that?

Looks like a
teeny-tiny bowling ball.

What is it?

Uh... you got me.

Has me and Dr. Mallard
baffled, too.

Okay, well, I will add this
to my to-do list.

Abby? Abby?

Abby!

Oh, Ms. Hart.

I'd like for you to meet...

Señor Alejandro Rivera.

I-I read about your visit
on the interoffice e-mail.

Encantado.

I have been looking forward
to meeting you, Ms. Sciuto.

You are a legend in the field
of forensic science.

Aw, shucks.
I was wondering

if you could give Mr. Rivera
a quick tour of your lab.

I would love to,

but I am just...
I am way too busy.

Mr. Rivera is
on a very tight schedule.

He's only going to be
in Washington for one more day.

Well, maybe next time.

Ms. Sciuto...

Ms. Sciuto is

obviously very busy.

I appreciate your work ethic.

I wish I had someone
like you on my team.

Muchas gracias.

Por Nada.

That sounds nice, man.

Mr. DiNozzo?

Maggie Reed.

Hi.

I hope you're not insulted,

but you don't look like someone

who would be buying
a used bookstore.

I'm not.

NCIS.

You're here about Dana.

I heard it on the TV
this morning.

They said

she was missing
and her brother died?

What's going on?

I tried to call her
a couple of times yesterday.

How well do you know 'em?

I didn't know Jeffrey,

but I'm a patron
of the bookstore,

so I've seen Dana here
over the years.

Charley Bascom, the owner--
he was like a father to her.

She took his death very hard.

Is that Charley up there?

Yes.

I understand Dana is
handling his estate.

Yes, she approached me

last week at Charley's funeral.

Asked me if I would help
with the sale of the business.

His will instructs
that the proceeds go

to a charity promoting
literacy for children.

So Charley.

Is this place worth much?

If you were a potential buyer,
I'd say yes,

but to be honest,

there's less than a year
left on the lease.

Everybody's getting
electronic readers.

Books are a dying business.

Dana used to curl up
on this couch.

You know her?

No, uh...

You mind?

No.

This safe always open?

I have no idea.

I don't think Charley had
much of value to lock up.

Captain,

you hear from SECNAV?

Yes.
So...

what was Lieutenant Hutton
working on?

A report for a very select

the Joint Chiefs.

About?

Private military companies.

There's been a lot
of negative reaction

to the military's
contracting out operations.

The lieutenant was point man
on a paper recommending

that we cease and desist with
such arrangements. Agent McGee.

I'll send you the report
by courier.

I appreciate it.

Now,

what can you tell me

about Lieutenant Hutton's death?

Boss, we got to go.

Got to go, Captain.

Dana Hutton was doing a story

on private military companies.

Add it to the list
of coincidences.

Gibbs, Gibbs.

Lieutenant Hutton was murdered.

How?

Look.

We found it.

Well, Mr. Palmer

found it, actually--

embedded in the
lieutenant's shoulder.

What is it?

It's a spherical

metal pellet.

It is 1.5 millimeters
in diameter.

It's composed of 90% platinum
and 10% iridium.

There were two holes
drilled in it

that created
an X-shaped cavity,

and guess what I found
in the cavity.

He hates it
when I ask him to guess.

Traces of ricin.

One of the deadliest toxins
known to man.

Yes, your 21st century
naval lieutenant

was killed by an old,

Cold War-era KGB weapon.

KGB?

It's been SVR since '91.

Well, someone's out there
is using one of their old tricks.

That's what made me think

of the infamous
Umbrella Murder of 1978.

Russian dissident
assassinated in England.

Georgi Markov.

Now, while he was standing
at a London bus stop,

a passerby carrying
a folded umbrella

bumped into him.

He didn't think much about it

until he began to feel ill

about a day later.

In fact, he had been injected

with a ricin pellet.

The delivery mechanism was felt

to be the spring-loaded tip
of the umbrella.

How long does it take
ricin to kill, Duck?

Three, four days.

Lieutenant Hutton, like Markov,

wouldn't have known
what happened,

and ironically,

if he had made it
to the hospital,

they couldn't have helped him.

There is no antidote.

Thank you,
Dr. Mallard.

Yesterday morning this was
a simple car accident.

Now we're talking
KGB assassination.

You been able to connect
the lieutenant's murder

with the disappearance
of his sister?

Maybe.

She was preparing
a negative piece

on private military companies.

Her brother was presenting

a paper to the Joint Chiefs

recommending the government
cut off contracts with them.

I'll make some calls.

It's 1:00 in the morning.

What are you doing down here?

That's none of your business.

I thought you were going to
start locking your front door.

Well, if I did that,
I'd have no social life.

What are you doing here,
M. Allison Hart?

You didn't seem happy
with my new status at NCIS.

Oh, and I thought
I covered that so well.

Are we going to have a problem?

It came from the top.

I take orders.

Since when?

You know what?

I need to finish this.

You never know when I may need
to saw a lady in half.

I heard you were looking
for Dana Hutton.

Is that why you're here?

No.

Oh, come on.

You knew she was investigating
private military contracts

like the one owned by your
biggest client, Colonel Bell.

Oh, don't go there, Mr. Gibbs.

He's the one who pays
for your $500 shoes.

I take offense.

They cost 1,200.

And I asked because

Dana is a friend.

How close?

Close.

When is the last time
you saw her?

A week ago.

She wanted to talk.

She had just broken up
with her producer boyfriend.

And if you want
any more out of me,

you're going to have
to ply me with liquor.

MAN Going to air, ten minutes.

Going to air in ten minutes.

You find Dana?

No. I came to see you.

Why?

Because there are consequences
for misleading federal agents.

What are you talking about?

Why didn't you tell me
you were involved with Dana?

Really didn't think
it was relevant.

Or any of your business.

I'll determine what's relevant.

How serious is it?

Aside from work,

nothing's ever that
serious with Dana.

No one seems to get it.

She's not this perfect angel
that everyone sees on TV.

She's a pro.

She knows how to work it

and she uses people
like the best of 'em.

She use you?
Yeah.

I let her.

And enjoyed it.

You know, she has even
more talent offscreen...

What the hell's the matter
with you?

Who else called?

I won't take up any more
of your time, Abby.

But I just want to say that

if you come to Mexico,

I will be your personal host.

You shall see my country
as few people get to see it.

I can't wait.

Well... until then.

Morning.

Morning.

Abbs, what was that all about?

Alejandro has invited me
to Mexico

to speak at a symposium.

Don't you love that word?

Alejandro?

Symposium.

You're not going to go, are you?

Are you kidding me?
Why wouldn't I go?

Well, I bet he just wants to
find out how many tats you have.

Maybe I have a new one
that you're never going to see.

Why'd you call me down here?

I cracked the encryption

on Lieutenant Hutton's
hard drive.

What am I looking at?

Well, he was using
his top secret clearance

to access old FBI
and CIA transcripts.

That is a debriefing

of a KGB defector in 1985.

The Year of the Spy.

Spies have their own year?

More spies were arrested
on U.S. soil in 1985

than any other year in history.

That's why the media dubbed it
Year of the Spy.

Hmm.

You think the lieutenant
was accessing Intel

as part of his work with NIOC?

His C.O. never mentioned it.

So he's... doing it on his own?

Virginia State Police

sent this file along
with the autopsy report.

Mr. Bascom's death was
definitely an accident.

A car driving from the opposite
direction blew a tire,

crossed the center divider
and it hit him head-on.

He was pronounced dead
at the scene.

What did you find?

Well...

Charley Bascom was a
naturalized citizen.

He immigrated

to the United States
from Canada, 1963.

His birth certificate

indicates that he was
born in Hamilton,

just outside of Toronto.

But he died at
the age of three.

Meningitis.

Bogus papers.

Get the autopsy report
down to Ducky.

Gibbs... you talk to Tony?

Late last night.

He went to ZNN this morning.

What?

Tony got physical
with Dana's producer.

I think he may be obsessed
with this woman.

Hi, this is Dana's cell.

Please leave me a message.

Dana, this is
Special Agent DiNozzo.

Tony DiNozzo.

I'm with NCIS.

We've been looking for you
for the past two days.

Um... we can help you.

Please trust me.

I know this is going
to sound crazy,

but I feel like I know you.

You can call me at this number.

Dana?

I'm surprised
you did not call me Laura.

Cop falls for missing woman.

1944.

Gene Tierney.

Dana Andrews.

You making a film reference.

Go figure.

Tony, this is a murder
investigation, okay.

This is not a movie.

Dana Hutton is missing and
may be dead like her brother.

She's not just going to walk in
through that door

and into your life.

What do you got, Duck?

My esteemed colleague in
Stafford County, Virginia,

did a thorough
and well-documented

postmortem of Mr. Bascom.

Since the cause of death

was massive blunt trauma
to the skull,

there were detailed photographs
of his head.

I had this one enlarged.

Notice anything unusual?

Looks pink.

Yeah, it's a condition
called pink tooth.

It's caused by the use
of an arsenic compound

in the mortification
of dental pulp

prior to endodontic obturation.

Ah, jeez, Duck, come on.
English.

Well, suffice to say, it's
a therapy unique to Russia

during the mid-20th century.

Mr. Bascom may have
emigrated from Canada,

but I'll stake my reputation
he was born...

in the Soviet Union.

I've consulted with senior
and retired agents

and analysts who specialize
in counterintelligence.

During the height of
the Cold War, there was a legend

of Yuri,
a mole in the Washington area

who operated as the banker,

funding covert KGB ops
in America.

Now, some doubted his existence,

but most believed he was real;
they worked up a profile.

Charles Bascom fits
that profile to a "T."

Used bookstore would be
a perfect front.

It's believed that he kept
over 10 million U.S. dollars

in a slush fund.

FBI's thinking

that once the Berlin Wall
was torn down,

KGB was disbanded,

old Charley Bascom and his money
were forgotten about

in the ensuing chaos.

If Charley was Yuri,

then he was a spy.

Kind of like Kevin Costner's
landlord in the film No Way Out.

What does that make him,

Dana Hutton and her
brother's handler?

Are you suggesting
Dana is a spy?

Look, I'm just saying,

if I was currently
writing a novel,

I could not come up with a
better cast of characters.

We've got Lieutenant Hutton.

He's a Naval officer with
top-secret clearance. Come on.

Tony, she's on
a first-name basis

with the President
of the United States.

You two are both way off base.

If Chuck Bascom was Yuri,

then what happened to the money

after he died in the accident?

Leon,

maybe that's what
this is all about.

Come on.

We're going
to the bookstore. Let's go.

Thanks for coming so quickly.

No problem.

Any word from Dana?

No, ma'am.

We'll let you know
when we're through.

McGee, check out these vents.

Use the snorkel.

Uh, excuse me for a second.

Hello.

Ziva, check behind the books.

There have to
be thousands of them.

Nothing in the vents.

Where's Tony?

Have not seen him since
he got the phone call.

Huh. Bet he's probably talking
to his girl, Brenda Bittner.

Boss, what is that?

Well, it's something I haven't
seen in a lot of years.

Microfiche.

It kind of a

1970s version of one
of those memory plug things,

you know, that you put
in the side of the computer.

Oh, uh... flash drive.

Yeah. Yeah, one of those.

Agent DiNozzo?

That's me.

Wasn't sure you'd show.

You were, um, very
convincing on the phone.

So, um, you said
you could help me?

Yeah. Where have you been?

Hiding.

I got a panicked phone
call from my brother.

He told me not
to talk to anyone.

He was on his way
to the hospital...

...but wouldn't say why. I...

I heard on the news...

...that he had died.

Ricin poisoning.

He was injected
with a microscopic pellet.

Probably didn't even know
it happened.

It's an old technique developed

by the KGB during the Cold War.

You all right?

Couldn't, um...

couldn't-couldn't the doctors
have-have helped him at all?

I mean...

There's no antidote.

So, um...

...what else
do you know?

Well, your old friend,
Charley Bascom,

was a deep-cover
Soviet agent,

code named Yuri.

Controlled a slush fund
for the KGB worth millions.

And you already know this.

Charley's will instructed me
to sell the business.

And there's an old
safe in the store,

so I had a locksmith open it.

I was...

shocked at what I found.

There were Russian
documents and codes.

I was baffled.

You know, why...

why Charley would have them.

So I confided in...

the one person I,
uh, trusted the most.

Your brother.

Jeffrey, um,
used his top-secret clearance

to try to make sense
of the documents,

and I started researching
the old KGB.

Well, you could have just gone
to the FBI.

Charley was, um...

He was like a father to me.

I didn't want to
expose him as Yuri

until I was absolutely sure.

Was the money in the safe?

No.

But I know where it is.

Nice to meet you, Ms. Hutton.

Tony actually
found Dana Hutton.

Well, she is even better-looking
in person, huh?

Money's hiding in plain sight.

Charley converted it
into something

he treasured more than
anything else in the world.

A leather-bound

first edition.

The Collected Works
of William Shakespeare,

Published in 1623.

In today's market at auction

it could fetch $6 million.

And this.

Could you help me?

You can't judge
a book by its cover.

This is the Holy Grail
of book collectors.

The complete first edition

Gutenberg Bible

of 1456.

It's printed on vellum.

Where did he get this?

Well, according to the Internet

it was stolen by the Nazis

during World War II and
sold on the black market

in the early 1990s
for $2.5 million.

It's worth ten times that now.

Many of the books in this case
are of significant value.

Hell of a story.

Too bad it doesn't have
a happy ending.

Jeffrey's dead.

Who killed your brother?

I don't know.

Probably...
probably the same person...

that killed me.

I-I had to... I had to find out

what happened to Charley,
you know.

Sometimes when
I get into a story...

I don't know when to stop.

You made us look good
with the FBI.

Fornell says he
owes you dinner.

Microfiche was Yuri's
accounting ledger.

Recorded dates, names,
and the amounts of every penny

he dispersed for the KGB.

From the day the bookshop
opened for business

till the last payment in 1991.

Most of them are dead,

in prison, or they
were called back to Russia.

All of them would have
known about the money.

Maybe one of them
is the killer.

The Bureau's picking up
the remaining few.

Yeah?

Well, there's one name on there
I'm going to pick up.

You need to get in again, huh?

No.

Actually, we found everything
we were looking for.

Dana Hutton, the money,
Yuri's files.

When Charley Bascom died,

you could have just
gone on living your life.

But you're greedy.

And you just had to have
that old KGB money.

And you'd kill anybody
that got in your way.

Lieutenant Jeffrey Hutton.

How'd it go?

Well...

She went peacefully.

You okay?

Not really.

I broke rule #10

again.

Never get personally
involved on a case.

Yeah.

That's the rule I've always
had the most trouble with.

NCIS 7x21 - Obsession
Uploaded by klepal (GenieGr)