NCIS (2003–…): Season 1, Episode 21 - Split Decision - full transcript
A group of teenage boys at play find the body of a Marine impaled on the stump of an old fencepost; Gibbs and company investigate; however, Ducky says that the hole through the torso had resulted from something else, and that one or more other people placed the body onto the post. The victim was a staff sergeant and an armorer at the Marine Base at Quantico. The gang determines that the penetrating wound resulted from a warhead from a shoulder-launched assault weapon; they look into the black market for illicit high-power weapons from military sources; they meet an ATF special agent, who takes part in an unusual way. Gibbs and the others solve both the murder and the diversion of the weapons.
(ROCK MUSIC PLAYING LOUDLY)
All right, dude, you're set.
This is gonna be epic.
We pull this off, and Johnny Knoxville's
gonna be asking us for a job.
- Only job anyone's asking you for...
- Guys, shut up and concentrate.
You let me go before
I'm behind that line
and things are gonna get ugly.
You sure that line's
where you need to be?
I did the math, bro.
All right, Zack, you ready?
All right, guys.
I'm Chuck Mannis
and this is the human slingshot!
Okay, guys, on three.
One, two, three.
(SCREAMING)
(EXCLAIMS)
- Chuck?
- Chuck!
Oh, my God.
(CHUCK GROANING)
Chuck!
Hey, Chuck, man, are you all right?
Dude, are you hurt?
Dude.
(LAUGHING) That was awesome.
(ALL LAUGHING)
(GROANS)
Odd coincidence
how nature and circumstance
have conspired to place you
in this position, my friend.
Though I imagine the irony
isn't of much interest to you now.
What do you see, Duck?
Some blood and tissue residue
on the stump,
although not nearly enough for this to be
the impaling instrument of his demise.
He had that hole in him
before he landed there?
Precisely.
Guess plain old ring-toss
doesn't cut it for some people.
What put the hole in him?
Well, it's approximately eight inches
in diameter,
metallic shrapnel residue,
organ and tissue damage
consistent with a high-velocity object.
I've only seen this one time before.
In a Somali village called M'butatu.
A young sheepherder made the mistake
of impregnating the daughters
of a local warlord.
And they cored him out like an apple?
I can assure you, Tony,
they take such things
very seriously in Somalia.
- What'd they do?
- Good old-fashioned Soviet technology.
A shoulder-fired
anti-tank missile at 20 paces.
It's what they use to shoot
our helicopters down in Iraq.
Red-white-and-blue version's
called a S.M.A.W.
Shoulder-launched
multi-purpose assault weapon.
The safety backblast
on that weapon is 100 metres.
Yeah.
Yeah, they fired
from right in here someplace.
He was there.
The warhead damage
should be somewhere on this line.
On it.
KATE: What are you looking for?
This.
- What is it?
- Igniter cap.
When the S.M.A.W. is fired,
this is ejected out the back.
Get some scrapings off the tree
for Abby.
Duck, what are you estimating
on time of death?
You know, that's tricky, Jethro.
Given the massive
and rapid loss of blood
the body temp, lividity and rigour
aren't gonna be much use
in establishing PMI.
Yeah, but?
What makes you think there's a "but"?
Well, with you, there always is.
Yes, that's right, isn't it?
Yeah, well, as they say
in the high country markets of Sri Lanka
there's more than one way
to skin a mongoose.
- Actually, there are three.
- Ducky.
After death,
the red blood cells in the eyes
break down, forming potassium.
Now, this cloudiness
is a by-product of that.
Yes, I'll be able to get
an accurate determination
when I test it in the lab.
Best I can do for now: Past 24 hours.
Got something.
HEDP. Residue should confirm.
- Take samples and measurements.
- Yep.
Subtitles?
The S.M.A.W. fires
two types of warheads.
HEDP, "High-explosive dual purpose,"
and HEAA, "High explosive anti-armour."
DP leaves a crater.
AA leaves a hole.
Wow, you really do keep something
besides comic books in your bathroom.
- Hard to believe, huh?
- Impressive.
Thanks a lot.
I was talking about the crater.
Note the signs of haematoma
on the victim's face and upper torso.
Signs of haematoma
on the victim's face and upper torso.
He was beaten
before he was murdered.
He was beaten
before he was murdered.
- Well before.
- Well before.
It's bothering you?
I was going to suggest
you leave the recorder next to me
that way you don't have
to repeat everything I say.
Good plan, Doctor.
Yes. Note the variations
in colour of the bruises.
These were inflicted
on several different occasions
within the past three to four weeks.
Additionally, the bruising
is not only uniform
but there are no indications
of any points of acute trauma
(CELL PHONE RINGING)
such as would have occurred
from the contact of bare knuckles
(CELL PHONE CONTINUES RINGING)
on unprotected skin.
I believe further examination will reveal
that our victim was a student
of the "sweet science."
"Sweet science"?
A pugilist, if you will.
- He was a boxer?
- Precisely.
(CELL PHONE CONTINUES RINGING)
- Do you want to get that?
- Can I?
JIMMY: Mom?
Please.
(BOTH CHATTERING)
- (SOFTLY) McGee! Are you nuts?
- What?
You're at Gibbs' desk
touching his computer.
That's like touching
the Ark of the Covenant.
Gibbs knows I'm doing this.
He said you could use his computer?
Really?
You know, when mine fried
he wouldn't let me touch his.
Because your fingers are always greasy
from fried chicken and pizza.
- How's it going?
- Bringing it online now, boss.
What?
Yearbook photos
from every British university
taken between '87 and '97.
- Who said our terrorist was British?
- Ducky.
Thought his syntax suggested
higher education in the British Isles.
Well, maybe he just grew up watching
tons of Cary Grant movies.
Okay, why the decade
between '87 and '97?
Because I estimated his age to be 33,
and added five years on either side
for safety.
Did you spend college summers
working at a carnie
as "Madam Natasha"?
(CHUCKLES)
I've always been good at guessing ages.
Yeah? How old am I?
Based on chronology or maturity?
(LAUGHING SARCASTICALLY)
That was very funny. Come on. How old?
Thirty-two.
- You saw my file.
- Nope.
Well, how old is Gibbs?
- TIM: Okay, we're online and ready to go.
- GIBBS: That's great work, McGee.
Anytime, boss.
Look at that.
He gets a pat on the back,
I get a smack on the head.
- Oh, it doesn't seem fair, does it?
- No.
But it is. Fax from AFIS came in.
Our victim is
Staff Sergeant Thomas Grimm.
He was an armourer attached
to the Ordnance Maintenance Centre
at Quantico.
Responsible for weapons inventory
and custody cards.
Makes sense, given the way he died.
And Ducky was right. He was a boxer.
Top-rated middleweight
on the Quantico boxing team.
TRAINER: Staff Sergeant Grimm
was a hell of a fighter
and a great Marine.
Hey, hands up, Marino!
I saw Grimm's record. Very impressive.
17-0 since he joined the corps.
Every last one was a battle.
All right, if you two are going to dance,
you join the Air Force!
Now let's see some action in there!
Do you have a list
of Grimm's opponents?
You think his death
had something to do with his boxing?
Everything's on the table
until we rule it out.
I've got a list in my office.
I'll wait here.
- Where'd you learn how to box?
- Five older brothers.
Self-preservation.
- You here about Staff Sergeant Grimm?
- I am.
Special Agent Todd, NCIS.
- You are?
- Corporal McClain.
- Any idea what happened?
- We're working on it.
Did you know him?
Mostly from seeing him around the gym.
- Good guy?
- From what I could tell, you know.
He was a good boxer.
Killer left hook.
Look, if it's okay with you, I really gotta...
No problem.
- Looks like a serial number.
- It's part of one.
The good part?
You can't go straight for dessert, Gibbs.
You have to eat your peas first.
I hate peas.
The serial number
indicates the manufacturer,
the lot number
and the year that it was built.
We only have a partial,
so we only have part of the picture.
The good part?
It's ice cream time.
The weapon that killed
Staff Sergeant Grimm
definitely came
from the armoury at Quantico.
Staff Sergeant Grimm
could've used a little help
from the boys on Queer Eye.
I doubt that rug
would have made the cut.
Actually, this was the only thing
I kind of liked.
I'll add that to the list of reasons
I never want to see your apartment.
(CHUCKLES)
(COMPUTER BEEPS)
Nothing in the bedroom.
What's with the computer?
No desktop, no operating system.
Maybe it's busted.
Or maybe somebody
reformatted the hard drive.
ABBY: "We can rebuild it."
"We have the technology."
Hello? Steve Austin?
The Six Million Dollar Man?
See, that's the problem
with the world today.
No respect for history.
Can we just concentrate
on the present?
Kate was right.
The hard drive
was completely reformatted.
- So we have nothing.
- Actually, no.
When you write data onto a hard drive,
it's triggered electronically
and magnetically
onto a hard drive plate.
What would that mean
as something Kate would understand?
That even though
the drive was reformatted
all the information it contained
is still here.
It's just a matter
of Humpty-Dumptying it.
I thought they couldn't put
Humpty Dumpty back together again.
That's because the king
only had horses and men.
I ran the data through the computer
and was able to construct
a virtual hard drive
containing the information
from Staff Sergeant Grimm's computer.
- You got everything back?
- Since the day he bought it.
Hey, let's start
with the most recent stuff.
Okay, the last file Grimm edited
was a jpeg.
Whoa, a lot of firepower.
It isn't exactly
standard armoury floor covering.
It's not. That's Grimm's living room.
Ran the LUDs
on Staff Sergeant Grimm's phone.
The day before he was killed,
he placed seven calls
to Abe's Pawn Shop.
None of them lasting
more than a minute.
- Setting up the meet?
- Could be.
KATE: Pawnshop's local.
LEO said that the previous owner,
an Abe Hargrove
is currently doing 3 to 5
at the FCI in Butner
for interstate trafficking.
Daughter's running it now.
Well, maybe the daughter
is following in Daddy's footsteps.
Undercover time?
For me.
- Not a good idea, boss.
- Yeah? Why is that, DiNozzo?
You're thinking renegade enlisted
bearing gifts straight from the source?
I was.
We don't know the daughter's
involvement with Grimm, yet.
Approaching her this soon
as another Marine gone bad
might make her suspicious.
Which brings me, actually,
to another option.
Complete and total sleaze.
Pure pawnshop material.
And let's face it, I'm a more
believable scumbag than you.
No argument here.
Me, dishevelled. You, high and tight.
Me, flaky. You, solid citizen.
Yeah, yeah, I, I get the point.
Have Abby do a full background and ID.
Sure.
What?
- For you?
- For you, DiNozzo. For you.
Right. Yeah!
Kate, what'd you get
from Staff Sergeant Grimm's CO
at Quantico?
Well, part of Staff Sergeant Grimm's job
was to evaluate weapons.
If they were beyond repair
then he would transport them
to a facility to be destroyed.
But once they were out of Quantico,
they were out of the system.
Out of the Quantico system.
They still have to be signed into
wherever they were going.
Well, these are Staff Sergeant Grimm's
SRB and duty records.
- I'll go through everything.
- Yeah, you will.
You know, Gibbs,
I know that you're bothered
that the terrorist got away.
I am, too. But...
But you might want to think about,
you know, trying to be a little bit less
of a gloomy Gus.
"Gloomy Gus"?
I love Gus!
It's very strong.
What do you have to go with it?
Louie?
"Gus Louie."
- Sort of sounds like a salad.
- Yeah.
- How about Bricker?
- Bricker.
"Gus Bricker."
That's tough.
Gibbs says put some military
in the background.
Dishonourable discharge, of course.
- How about some time in Leavenworth?
- What's the crime?
Something that fits my persona.
How about violation
of federal obscenity laws?
That's funny. No, I meant
my new sleazy gun-running profile.
- Drugs are always a safe bet.
- Yeah, drugs.
You got 3 to 5 for possession.
Out on parole in two.
There is no justice in this world, Abs.
(SNICKERING)
DILLON: Come on, lady! That's not fair.
STONE: Life's not fair.
DILLON: Sucks.
Sucks.
All right, whatever.
(CASH REGISTER DINGING)
See you.
You drive a hard bargain.
Not really.
Stuff's probably not worth
much more than I paid for it.
- Looking for Abe.
- Not here.
- When do you expect him back?
- Anywhere from 3 to 5.
- Busted?
- Yep. Life's not fair.
All right. Damn.
You a friend of my father's?
TONY: More like
a business acquaintance.
Well, maybe we can be
business acquaintances.
Thanks, but I got other buyers.
Whatever my father paid, I'll better it.
And why would you do that?
To prove to guys like you
that I'm serious.
Abe paid top dollar.
Why don't you bring me what you've got,
and then we'll talk price.
It's already here.
Two cases of M-16s,
and a case of LAWs.
Where'd you get this stuff?
- You want them or not?
- I might be interested.
It's not every day you get a chance
to buy these kinds of weapons.
- What's that?
- It's called scanning fingerprints.
I need to know
if you are who you say you are.
Forget it.
Not an option.
Abby, I'm surprised.
I had you pegged
for more the anarchist type.
Actually, I used to be an anarchist.
- What happened?
- Too many rules.
(DUCKY LAUGHING)
No, I'm just trying to help Tony
narrow down possible buyers
for Staff Sergeant Grimm's
Guns "R" Us operation.
I'd have thought of gangs.
Well, you would have been right
up to the point of
shoulder-fired anti-tank
and aircraft weapons.
It's overkill for even the local Crip set.
Terrorists came to my mind first
but they wouldn't risk
a US military connection.
There's too many outsiders.
These guys, however,
are all about the military.
Did you know that militias
were once a legitimate
and necessary source of defence
for this country?
Well, according to these guys,
they still are.
I mean, it's not like they have
any new ideas, you know?
- It's all so...
- The Song Remains the Same?
Exactly.
And bonus points
for the gratuitous rock reference.
She's got skills.
Yeah, she'd have a lot more
if she'd just listen.
What do you mean?
Let's just say Corporal McClain
likes to be the one giving the orders.
All right, using more power. That's it.
Corporal McClain, I need to talk to you.
I got 15 more minutes with the pads.
It'll have to wait.
Okay. Thanks.
What can I do for you?
- Tell me why you lied to me.
- I didn't.
You gave me the impression that
you barely knew Staff Sergeant Grimm.
Look, I said what I said.
You drew your own conclusions.
- Do you think this is a game, Corporal?
- No.
Three days ago, you and Grimm
took a shipment of weapons
from Quantico to be destroyed.
That's right.
Yeah, well, one of those weapons
didn't make it.
- I want to know what happened.
- (SCOFFS) I don't know.
Is that your final answer?
- Turn around.
- Wait. Wait.
I don't know, okay? Really.
Can we just...
You're on the log.
You signed the shipment out
at 1400 hours on the sixth.
I was there. I just... I wasn't.
Grimm and I picked the weapons up
at the armoury,
but he dropped me off
as soon as we got off base.
- He dropped you off?
- My boyfriend. He's Army.
Third division out of Fort Bragg.
He was shipping out for Iraq
the next day.
Look, this was Grimm's idea.
He said it didn't take two people
to drive a truck.
He told me he could handle it himself.
TONY: What about you?
What about me?
How do I know you're not a cop?
You don't.
But if I was, don't you think
that's something you would have
wanted to ask a while ago?
Are you always this subtle
when you're leering at women?
Leering, by definition,
isn't supposed to be subtle.
STONE: Do you always move this fast?
Only when there's nothing
to slow me down.
(CHUCKLES)
(COMPUTER BEEPS)
Gus Bricker. Born 8 July, 1972.
Enlisted in the Marine Corps, 1993.
Dishonourable discharge.
3 to 5 years in Leavenworth
for possession of methamphetamines
six months later.
I have authority issues.
3 to 5 for a first offence on possession?
Seems a little steep.
The Corps has higher standards.
They took you.
I like playing games with you.
(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)
Just not this kind.
So, are we gonna do this, or what?
I'll get your money.
NCIS.
ATF.
Drop it.
- You drop it.
- You're outnumbered.
- I can still kill him.
- Go ahead.
(SIGHING)
Easy.
- Search her.
- Boss.
Got it?
- Very thorough, Special Agent...
- Tony DiNozzo.
Well, you can't be too careful,
Special Agent...
Melinda Stone. ID's under the stereo.
You weren't seriously
going to let her shoot me, were you?
No.
You had a plan, right?
Yeah.
It's the real deal.
Tell me about this op you're running.
ATF knew they were moving
a lot of illegal weapons.
We figured we'd leave it open,
see what crawled through.
Put me in as Abe Hargrove's daughter.
- Where's your backup?
- You're looking at it.
We're stretched as thin
as everybody else since 9/11.
- Tell me about Staff Sergeant Grimm.
- Who?
Thomas Grimm? Armourer at Quantico?
Never heard of him.
He placed seven calls here
two days ago.
He said his name was Jeff Conklin
and that he had access
to high-powered weapons.
What were you going to do with them?
Well, I was working with
one of Abe Hargrove's former buyers.
- Who?
- No name.
Only had a phone number and a voice.
Soon as your armourer
sent me digital stills, I set up the buy.
You ever see the weapons?
He never showed.
I guess he got cold feet.
That's not exactly how it went down.
Thanks to a S.M.A.W.,
he's got cold everything now.
MAN: Yes, sir.
Staff Sergeant Rafael?
Special Agent Todd, NCIS.
RAFAEL: Once the request
is approved from Division,
all non-operative weapons
are reported to Demil Centre
in Crane, Indiana, on a NAVMC 1048.
Then what?
The inventory is transferred here
to Camp Geiger and stored,
pending orders for destruction.
You contact Indiana
when you received the weapons?
Yes, ma'am. It's procedure.
Did you contact them
when Staff Sergeant Grimm
brought his inventory here?
Like I said, ma'am, it's procedure.
Yes, you did, Sergeant.
But I'm asking specifically
about the weapons
Grimm signed out of Quantico
three days ago.
Ma'am, I am a Staff Sergeant
in the United States Marine Corps.
I don't know how it is at NCIS,
but I follow all orders and procedures
laid out for me under this command.
You still haven't answered my question.
Did you inspect
Staff Sergeant Grimm's manifest
sign for the weapons,
and contact Indiana?
Yes.
Wasn't so hard, was it, Staff Sergeant?
Will there be
any more questions, ma'am?
No.
Not here.
I want to see you in Washington.
I'll call your CO,
find out what the procedures are.
TONY: I like a girl with spunk.
That right?
First girl I ever kissed
kicked me right in the...
- Way above the shins?
- Painfully above.
Hmm!
- I hope you learned your lesson.
- I did.
Next time, I waited till after
she swallowed her gummy bear.
(CHUCKLES)
GIBBS: DiNozzo! Agent Stone.
You're working with us on this.
Call your office for verification.
Not now.
We found evidence
on Grimm's computer
he was putting photos of his goods
on the Internet
to see what interest he could draw.
- You think my buyer found him first?
- I think it's a possibility.
Cut out the middle man,
save some dough,
only the deal went south somehow?
Yeah, someone has still got
enough firepower out there
to do some serious damage.
- DiNozzo, find us some weapons to sell.
- On it.
Agent Stone, with me.
(WHISPERING) Go!
Call your buyer.
Tell him you found a new supplier.
If my boss verifies
that we're working together.
This time you'll bring your supplier.
He'll think you're covering your ass.
- The buyer won't like it.
- No, he won't.
But you're gonna give him
a background that checks out.
Will Agent DiNozzo
be the supplier again?
Unfortunately, Special Agent DiNozzo
doesn't fit the profile.
He's more the scumbag type.
Gibbs.
Special Agent Todd.
Special Agent Stone. ATF.
- She'll be working with us on this.
- Possibly.
- Give me a minute?
- Yeah.
Two things.
McGee checked out
Corporal Patty McClain's alibi.
Her boyfriend shipped to Iraq
just like she said.
When Grimm was killed,
they were shacked up in a motel.
Second thing?
Staff Sergeant Rafael's holding out.
I can feel it in my gut.
Guts are good.
He's having a little time-out
in the interrogation room
so when you're ready,
I'll go over all my notes with you.
I'm gonna work up an ID with Abby.
I'm afraid Staff Sergeant Rafael
is all yours.
You always do the interrogations,
Gibbs.
Not this one.
(EXHALING)
- Abs, I need an ID.
- There's a lot of that going around.
This the ATF lady
that's working with us?
- News travels fast around here.
- You have no idea.
Shoot.
Arms dealer. Ex-military.
- DD?
- Honourable discharge.
Give me a medal.
- Silver?
- Bronze.
Silver would be better.
You're more of a winter.
- Never had your colours done, did you?
- Not unless I was unconscious.
Your colours are arranged seasonally
based on your skin tone.
You're a winter.
Bronze is more of an autumn.
It's important, Gibbs.
I'm sure it is.
- You scoff, but there's scientific...
- Silver'll be fine, Abs.
- Wise choice. Okay, your work history.
- Civilian contractor.
Nicaragua. Nepal. Greece.
Kazakhstan.
That would be a good addition.
Another winter thing?
Don't be silly, ATF lady.
Abs, leave a few gaps.
Don't make it so neat.
Please, Gibbs.
I've been making fake IDs
since I was 15.
- What kind of name do you want?
- Anything but Gus.
Are we gonna do this, ma'am?
KATE: You were paired with Grimm
at the armourer's school in Aberdeen.
- Is that right?
- Four months training, starting June '02.
Spent 10 hours a day learning
maintenance, repair, and evaluation.
Were you and Grimm close
outside of school?
We had a few beers over the weekends.
Along with other guys from our class.
What about now?
- Few beers on the weekends?
- No, ma'am.
- Talk on the phone?
- No, ma'am.
(DIALING)
I'm going to need the last three months
of Staff Sergeant Rafael's
phone records
faxed over from Camp Geiger.
- MAN: Right away.
- Thanks.
We talk a little.
It doesn't make me a criminal.
- What do you talk about? Sports? Girls?
- Yeah.
Guns?
Sometimes we talk work.
That involves weapons.
We found Staff Sergeant Grimm's
body yesterday.
He'd been blown apart by a weapon.
A S.M.A.W.
The serial number on the S.M.A.W.
that killed him
matches the inventory
on his NAVMC 1048.
A copy of which you signed
and sent to Crane.
Now, how can this weapon
be at Camp Geiger,
but not be there?
Stuff gets misplaced once in a while.
- So you stand by what's on your report?
- I have no reason not to.
Make your call.
STONE: The buyer chose
a group of abandoned factory buildings
- somewhere in the middle of nowhere.
- Smart.
- They'd spot backup anywhere close.
- Yeah.
Our cell phones have GPS technology.
They'll take them,
and sweep us for a signal,
make sure we're not wired.
So what's that?
It's a locator.
I won't activate it unless they move us.
(WITH SCOTTISH ACCENT)
Very James Bond. Does it tell time, too?
You can lay back
and track us from a safe distance.
(CELL PHONE RINGING)
Yeah?
- Team's in place.
- STONE: Good.
Tell Gibbs not to forget
it's the first two MP5s on the left
that have live clips.
Tell him yourself.
I already told him four times.
I think he's annoyed.
It's his left when he's looking down
at the crate
- with the barrels pointing...
- Away from him. He knows.
Well, yeah, just... Okay, just remind him
that it's the top layer
of the ammo cache that's live,
- 'cause the rest is...
- Hey, DiNozzo!
Get off the line.
SOLDIER ♪1: Okay. Good luck, boss.
COOKE: Hands!
Keep them up. Check them.
Clean.
You got my package?
- Yeah, they're right here.
- Keys.
So where's our money?
You'll get your money
when we test the weapons.
Let's go!
Move.
Cell phones in the bag.
Wallet, jewellery, and watches, too.
We gonna get a receipt for this?
Get in.
Are we gonna drive to Delaware
to do this?
You guys have a website?
A lot of these militia groups
have websites.
All kinds of links to buy merchandise.
You can buy coffee cups,
sweatshirts, caps, whatever.
It even has a militia-babe calendar.
(LAUGHING)
It's amazing.
(TIRES SQUEALING)
The only calendar we have
is one that marks the days
till the US government takes away
our last constitutional freedom.
And when that day comes
and some Federal cop
puts a Glock to your head
'cause he doesn't like your jokes,
think about us.
Thinking about you now.
Here's what I think, Staff Sergeant.
Your Marine buddy called you
with a proposition too good to refuse.
All you had to do was sign for weapons
that were useless.
They were gonna be destroyed.
Didn't seem like
such a terrible thing to do, did it?
You're gonna do time.
How much depends
on a number of things.
Including what kind of cooperation
I tell the JAG prosecutors you gave me.
I wonder, if this were you,
how you'd appreciate another Marine
not speaking up to get your killer.
I'll be back to read your charges
and your Article 31 rights.
I never thought anyone would get hurt.
(PANTING NERVOUSLY)
It was only going to be one time.
We were never going to do it again.
Grimm approached you?
We met at a bar,
and it seemed pretty foolproof.
All I had to do was sign weapons in
and make some cash.
It was a good deal for both of you.
- It was a good deal for all three of us.
- Three?
KATE: McGee.
Kate, I realised that I'd overlooked
something in the search programme.
Late transfers to school systems...
Tell me how you checked
Corporal McClain's alibi.
I called Army CID to verify her boyfriend
was shipped out to Iraq.
The motel part.
Corporal McClain says she spent the
night of Staff Sergeant Grimm's death
at the Two Moon Motel on US 1
with her boyfriend.
- You went?
- Well, I called.
That wasn't right.
I should have gone in person.
McGee, can you put your insecurities
on hold for just a few seconds?
- I can.
- What did the clerk say?
Corporal Thomas McKenzie
signed for a room at 1900
with a woman who matched
Corporal McClain's description.
You faxed him a photo?
Well, I hadn't received it
from Quantico, yet.
- When you did receive it.
- I guess I got a little involved with this.
MAN: Close it up!
Get out!
What do you say
we try not to push his buttons this time?
I'll do my best.
Thank you.
The hotel clerk says
that the fax photo of Corporal McClain
is not the woman that Army
Corporal McKenzie checked in with.
No, that was Corporal McKenzie
on the sat phone in Iraq.
- They broke up a month ago.
- Let's go.
Will Gibbs have to know about this?
McGee, I can't think
about your ass right now.
I understand.
What about DiNozzo?
Right.
I could get one of these at Wal-Mart.
You don't want them, fine.
Take us back.
I didn't say that.
MP5 is a good weapon.
But these are the single-fire model.
- I was told they'd be full auto.
- They are.
The trigger grips have been replaced
with the military variant.
Watch him.
Why do you think you're getting such
a good price on them?
MAN: Drop it.
I could demonstrate.
We'll handle that.
GIBBS: Suit yourself.
$350 per unit.
$500.
$500's too rich.
- I'm paying him $375.
- Pay him less.
- $450.
- The art of compromise.
- My M60s in there?
- Echo 3s.
They don't make
a single-shot version of this.
- Price?
- $1,000, per.
Good price.
What if I wanted something heavier?
How heavy you talking about?
Armour-piercing ammo,
heavy calibre machine guns, rockets.
Let me see what I can do.
Let's take this for a little test drive
then we'll do our deal.
- I didn't bring any ammo.
- Not a problem.
- Yes, sir.
- We did.
You'd be surprised how much
we have in common with the boy scouts.
- Get me another one.
- Yes, sir.
No firing pins.
No firing pins!
Look, I know you're pissed, okay?
I'm pissed, too!
Wait! My supplier ripped me off!
- You didn't know?
- No, I did not know.
Just pay me for the MP5s
and let's call it a night.
Considering the circumstances,
let's lower the price.
$50 a unit, all right?
How about free?
- You tried to screw me.
- No. No. He did.
I can get you the weapons you need.
I want them now.
(GROANING)
(COUGHING)
I have a buyer.
But we have to do it tonight.
I bet it was a lot easier when
Staff Sergeant Grimm was helping.
They say when you're about to die,
your life flashes before you.
Is it the same when you're being
arrested for murder, Corporal?
- What murder?
- Cuff her, McGee.
(MOANING)
- They'll be here.
- I hope so, for your sake.
(CELL PHONE RINGING)
Yeah.
Great.
(CELL PHONE BEEPS OFF)
Time for NCIS to stop
laying down on the job.
I learned everything I know from ATF.
Special Agent Todd just informed me
Corporal Patty McClain
and the weapons are in custody.
- AGENT: Okay, cuff her.
- Agent Stone.
Agent DiNozzo.
Didn't see this coming.
That was kind of the plan.
We've been watching you
since your last op.
Too many things didn't add up.
You killed Staff Sergeant Grimm,
didn't you?
No. Corporal McClain did.
They got in an argument over his cut,
and she blew him away.
What do you want to bet
she's going to say the same thing?
It doesn't really matter.
I'm screwed either way.
I really liked her.
ATF agent involved
in illegal weapons and murder.
- What's not to like?
- So quick to judge, Kate.
Sure, she has flaws.
Sure, she's going to prison.
But my instincts told me
she had good qualities, as well.
Two of them wouldn't happen
to live under her shirt, would they?
You're not going to believe this,
but, when it comes to women
I actually look for more
complex things under the surface.
- Really?
- Really.
Like when you were tonguing
that he-she a week ago?
Lots of complex things
under that surface.
I gotta go.
What's wrong with DiNozzo?
He's conflicted.
All right, dude, you're set.
This is gonna be epic.
We pull this off, and Johnny Knoxville's
gonna be asking us for a job.
- Only job anyone's asking you for...
- Guys, shut up and concentrate.
You let me go before
I'm behind that line
and things are gonna get ugly.
You sure that line's
where you need to be?
I did the math, bro.
All right, Zack, you ready?
All right, guys.
I'm Chuck Mannis
and this is the human slingshot!
Okay, guys, on three.
One, two, three.
(SCREAMING)
(EXCLAIMS)
- Chuck?
- Chuck!
Oh, my God.
(CHUCK GROANING)
Chuck!
Hey, Chuck, man, are you all right?
Dude, are you hurt?
Dude.
(LAUGHING) That was awesome.
(ALL LAUGHING)
(GROANS)
Odd coincidence
how nature and circumstance
have conspired to place you
in this position, my friend.
Though I imagine the irony
isn't of much interest to you now.
What do you see, Duck?
Some blood and tissue residue
on the stump,
although not nearly enough for this to be
the impaling instrument of his demise.
He had that hole in him
before he landed there?
Precisely.
Guess plain old ring-toss
doesn't cut it for some people.
What put the hole in him?
Well, it's approximately eight inches
in diameter,
metallic shrapnel residue,
organ and tissue damage
consistent with a high-velocity object.
I've only seen this one time before.
In a Somali village called M'butatu.
A young sheepherder made the mistake
of impregnating the daughters
of a local warlord.
And they cored him out like an apple?
I can assure you, Tony,
they take such things
very seriously in Somalia.
- What'd they do?
- Good old-fashioned Soviet technology.
A shoulder-fired
anti-tank missile at 20 paces.
It's what they use to shoot
our helicopters down in Iraq.
Red-white-and-blue version's
called a S.M.A.W.
Shoulder-launched
multi-purpose assault weapon.
The safety backblast
on that weapon is 100 metres.
Yeah.
Yeah, they fired
from right in here someplace.
He was there.
The warhead damage
should be somewhere on this line.
On it.
KATE: What are you looking for?
This.
- What is it?
- Igniter cap.
When the S.M.A.W. is fired,
this is ejected out the back.
Get some scrapings off the tree
for Abby.
Duck, what are you estimating
on time of death?
You know, that's tricky, Jethro.
Given the massive
and rapid loss of blood
the body temp, lividity and rigour
aren't gonna be much use
in establishing PMI.
Yeah, but?
What makes you think there's a "but"?
Well, with you, there always is.
Yes, that's right, isn't it?
Yeah, well, as they say
in the high country markets of Sri Lanka
there's more than one way
to skin a mongoose.
- Actually, there are three.
- Ducky.
After death,
the red blood cells in the eyes
break down, forming potassium.
Now, this cloudiness
is a by-product of that.
Yes, I'll be able to get
an accurate determination
when I test it in the lab.
Best I can do for now: Past 24 hours.
Got something.
HEDP. Residue should confirm.
- Take samples and measurements.
- Yep.
Subtitles?
The S.M.A.W. fires
two types of warheads.
HEDP, "High-explosive dual purpose,"
and HEAA, "High explosive anti-armour."
DP leaves a crater.
AA leaves a hole.
Wow, you really do keep something
besides comic books in your bathroom.
- Hard to believe, huh?
- Impressive.
Thanks a lot.
I was talking about the crater.
Note the signs of haematoma
on the victim's face and upper torso.
Signs of haematoma
on the victim's face and upper torso.
He was beaten
before he was murdered.
He was beaten
before he was murdered.
- Well before.
- Well before.
It's bothering you?
I was going to suggest
you leave the recorder next to me
that way you don't have
to repeat everything I say.
Good plan, Doctor.
Yes. Note the variations
in colour of the bruises.
These were inflicted
on several different occasions
within the past three to four weeks.
Additionally, the bruising
is not only uniform
but there are no indications
of any points of acute trauma
(CELL PHONE RINGING)
such as would have occurred
from the contact of bare knuckles
(CELL PHONE CONTINUES RINGING)
on unprotected skin.
I believe further examination will reveal
that our victim was a student
of the "sweet science."
"Sweet science"?
A pugilist, if you will.
- He was a boxer?
- Precisely.
(CELL PHONE CONTINUES RINGING)
- Do you want to get that?
- Can I?
JIMMY: Mom?
Please.
(BOTH CHATTERING)
- (SOFTLY) McGee! Are you nuts?
- What?
You're at Gibbs' desk
touching his computer.
That's like touching
the Ark of the Covenant.
Gibbs knows I'm doing this.
He said you could use his computer?
Really?
You know, when mine fried
he wouldn't let me touch his.
Because your fingers are always greasy
from fried chicken and pizza.
- How's it going?
- Bringing it online now, boss.
What?
Yearbook photos
from every British university
taken between '87 and '97.
- Who said our terrorist was British?
- Ducky.
Thought his syntax suggested
higher education in the British Isles.
Well, maybe he just grew up watching
tons of Cary Grant movies.
Okay, why the decade
between '87 and '97?
Because I estimated his age to be 33,
and added five years on either side
for safety.
Did you spend college summers
working at a carnie
as "Madam Natasha"?
(CHUCKLES)
I've always been good at guessing ages.
Yeah? How old am I?
Based on chronology or maturity?
(LAUGHING SARCASTICALLY)
That was very funny. Come on. How old?
Thirty-two.
- You saw my file.
- Nope.
Well, how old is Gibbs?
- TIM: Okay, we're online and ready to go.
- GIBBS: That's great work, McGee.
Anytime, boss.
Look at that.
He gets a pat on the back,
I get a smack on the head.
- Oh, it doesn't seem fair, does it?
- No.
But it is. Fax from AFIS came in.
Our victim is
Staff Sergeant Thomas Grimm.
He was an armourer attached
to the Ordnance Maintenance Centre
at Quantico.
Responsible for weapons inventory
and custody cards.
Makes sense, given the way he died.
And Ducky was right. He was a boxer.
Top-rated middleweight
on the Quantico boxing team.
TRAINER: Staff Sergeant Grimm
was a hell of a fighter
and a great Marine.
Hey, hands up, Marino!
I saw Grimm's record. Very impressive.
17-0 since he joined the corps.
Every last one was a battle.
All right, if you two are going to dance,
you join the Air Force!
Now let's see some action in there!
Do you have a list
of Grimm's opponents?
You think his death
had something to do with his boxing?
Everything's on the table
until we rule it out.
I've got a list in my office.
I'll wait here.
- Where'd you learn how to box?
- Five older brothers.
Self-preservation.
- You here about Staff Sergeant Grimm?
- I am.
Special Agent Todd, NCIS.
- You are?
- Corporal McClain.
- Any idea what happened?
- We're working on it.
Did you know him?
Mostly from seeing him around the gym.
- Good guy?
- From what I could tell, you know.
He was a good boxer.
Killer left hook.
Look, if it's okay with you, I really gotta...
No problem.
- Looks like a serial number.
- It's part of one.
The good part?
You can't go straight for dessert, Gibbs.
You have to eat your peas first.
I hate peas.
The serial number
indicates the manufacturer,
the lot number
and the year that it was built.
We only have a partial,
so we only have part of the picture.
The good part?
It's ice cream time.
The weapon that killed
Staff Sergeant Grimm
definitely came
from the armoury at Quantico.
Staff Sergeant Grimm
could've used a little help
from the boys on Queer Eye.
I doubt that rug
would have made the cut.
Actually, this was the only thing
I kind of liked.
I'll add that to the list of reasons
I never want to see your apartment.
(CHUCKLES)
(COMPUTER BEEPS)
Nothing in the bedroom.
What's with the computer?
No desktop, no operating system.
Maybe it's busted.
Or maybe somebody
reformatted the hard drive.
ABBY: "We can rebuild it."
"We have the technology."
Hello? Steve Austin?
The Six Million Dollar Man?
See, that's the problem
with the world today.
No respect for history.
Can we just concentrate
on the present?
Kate was right.
The hard drive
was completely reformatted.
- So we have nothing.
- Actually, no.
When you write data onto a hard drive,
it's triggered electronically
and magnetically
onto a hard drive plate.
What would that mean
as something Kate would understand?
That even though
the drive was reformatted
all the information it contained
is still here.
It's just a matter
of Humpty-Dumptying it.
I thought they couldn't put
Humpty Dumpty back together again.
That's because the king
only had horses and men.
I ran the data through the computer
and was able to construct
a virtual hard drive
containing the information
from Staff Sergeant Grimm's computer.
- You got everything back?
- Since the day he bought it.
Hey, let's start
with the most recent stuff.
Okay, the last file Grimm edited
was a jpeg.
Whoa, a lot of firepower.
It isn't exactly
standard armoury floor covering.
It's not. That's Grimm's living room.
Ran the LUDs
on Staff Sergeant Grimm's phone.
The day before he was killed,
he placed seven calls
to Abe's Pawn Shop.
None of them lasting
more than a minute.
- Setting up the meet?
- Could be.
KATE: Pawnshop's local.
LEO said that the previous owner,
an Abe Hargrove
is currently doing 3 to 5
at the FCI in Butner
for interstate trafficking.
Daughter's running it now.
Well, maybe the daughter
is following in Daddy's footsteps.
Undercover time?
For me.
- Not a good idea, boss.
- Yeah? Why is that, DiNozzo?
You're thinking renegade enlisted
bearing gifts straight from the source?
I was.
We don't know the daughter's
involvement with Grimm, yet.
Approaching her this soon
as another Marine gone bad
might make her suspicious.
Which brings me, actually,
to another option.
Complete and total sleaze.
Pure pawnshop material.
And let's face it, I'm a more
believable scumbag than you.
No argument here.
Me, dishevelled. You, high and tight.
Me, flaky. You, solid citizen.
Yeah, yeah, I, I get the point.
Have Abby do a full background and ID.
Sure.
What?
- For you?
- For you, DiNozzo. For you.
Right. Yeah!
Kate, what'd you get
from Staff Sergeant Grimm's CO
at Quantico?
Well, part of Staff Sergeant Grimm's job
was to evaluate weapons.
If they were beyond repair
then he would transport them
to a facility to be destroyed.
But once they were out of Quantico,
they were out of the system.
Out of the Quantico system.
They still have to be signed into
wherever they were going.
Well, these are Staff Sergeant Grimm's
SRB and duty records.
- I'll go through everything.
- Yeah, you will.
You know, Gibbs,
I know that you're bothered
that the terrorist got away.
I am, too. But...
But you might want to think about,
you know, trying to be a little bit less
of a gloomy Gus.
"Gloomy Gus"?
I love Gus!
It's very strong.
What do you have to go with it?
Louie?
"Gus Louie."
- Sort of sounds like a salad.
- Yeah.
- How about Bricker?
- Bricker.
"Gus Bricker."
That's tough.
Gibbs says put some military
in the background.
Dishonourable discharge, of course.
- How about some time in Leavenworth?
- What's the crime?
Something that fits my persona.
How about violation
of federal obscenity laws?
That's funny. No, I meant
my new sleazy gun-running profile.
- Drugs are always a safe bet.
- Yeah, drugs.
You got 3 to 5 for possession.
Out on parole in two.
There is no justice in this world, Abs.
(SNICKERING)
DILLON: Come on, lady! That's not fair.
STONE: Life's not fair.
DILLON: Sucks.
Sucks.
All right, whatever.
(CASH REGISTER DINGING)
See you.
You drive a hard bargain.
Not really.
Stuff's probably not worth
much more than I paid for it.
- Looking for Abe.
- Not here.
- When do you expect him back?
- Anywhere from 3 to 5.
- Busted?
- Yep. Life's not fair.
All right. Damn.
You a friend of my father's?
TONY: More like
a business acquaintance.
Well, maybe we can be
business acquaintances.
Thanks, but I got other buyers.
Whatever my father paid, I'll better it.
And why would you do that?
To prove to guys like you
that I'm serious.
Abe paid top dollar.
Why don't you bring me what you've got,
and then we'll talk price.
It's already here.
Two cases of M-16s,
and a case of LAWs.
Where'd you get this stuff?
- You want them or not?
- I might be interested.
It's not every day you get a chance
to buy these kinds of weapons.
- What's that?
- It's called scanning fingerprints.
I need to know
if you are who you say you are.
Forget it.
Not an option.
Abby, I'm surprised.
I had you pegged
for more the anarchist type.
Actually, I used to be an anarchist.
- What happened?
- Too many rules.
(DUCKY LAUGHING)
No, I'm just trying to help Tony
narrow down possible buyers
for Staff Sergeant Grimm's
Guns "R" Us operation.
I'd have thought of gangs.
Well, you would have been right
up to the point of
shoulder-fired anti-tank
and aircraft weapons.
It's overkill for even the local Crip set.
Terrorists came to my mind first
but they wouldn't risk
a US military connection.
There's too many outsiders.
These guys, however,
are all about the military.
Did you know that militias
were once a legitimate
and necessary source of defence
for this country?
Well, according to these guys,
they still are.
I mean, it's not like they have
any new ideas, you know?
- It's all so...
- The Song Remains the Same?
Exactly.
And bonus points
for the gratuitous rock reference.
She's got skills.
Yeah, she'd have a lot more
if she'd just listen.
What do you mean?
Let's just say Corporal McClain
likes to be the one giving the orders.
All right, using more power. That's it.
Corporal McClain, I need to talk to you.
I got 15 more minutes with the pads.
It'll have to wait.
Okay. Thanks.
What can I do for you?
- Tell me why you lied to me.
- I didn't.
You gave me the impression that
you barely knew Staff Sergeant Grimm.
Look, I said what I said.
You drew your own conclusions.
- Do you think this is a game, Corporal?
- No.
Three days ago, you and Grimm
took a shipment of weapons
from Quantico to be destroyed.
That's right.
Yeah, well, one of those weapons
didn't make it.
- I want to know what happened.
- (SCOFFS) I don't know.
Is that your final answer?
- Turn around.
- Wait. Wait.
I don't know, okay? Really.
Can we just...
You're on the log.
You signed the shipment out
at 1400 hours on the sixth.
I was there. I just... I wasn't.
Grimm and I picked the weapons up
at the armoury,
but he dropped me off
as soon as we got off base.
- He dropped you off?
- My boyfriend. He's Army.
Third division out of Fort Bragg.
He was shipping out for Iraq
the next day.
Look, this was Grimm's idea.
He said it didn't take two people
to drive a truck.
He told me he could handle it himself.
TONY: What about you?
What about me?
How do I know you're not a cop?
You don't.
But if I was, don't you think
that's something you would have
wanted to ask a while ago?
Are you always this subtle
when you're leering at women?
Leering, by definition,
isn't supposed to be subtle.
STONE: Do you always move this fast?
Only when there's nothing
to slow me down.
(CHUCKLES)
(COMPUTER BEEPS)
Gus Bricker. Born 8 July, 1972.
Enlisted in the Marine Corps, 1993.
Dishonourable discharge.
3 to 5 years in Leavenworth
for possession of methamphetamines
six months later.
I have authority issues.
3 to 5 for a first offence on possession?
Seems a little steep.
The Corps has higher standards.
They took you.
I like playing games with you.
(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)
Just not this kind.
So, are we gonna do this, or what?
I'll get your money.
NCIS.
ATF.
Drop it.
- You drop it.
- You're outnumbered.
- I can still kill him.
- Go ahead.
(SIGHING)
Easy.
- Search her.
- Boss.
Got it?
- Very thorough, Special Agent...
- Tony DiNozzo.
Well, you can't be too careful,
Special Agent...
Melinda Stone. ID's under the stereo.
You weren't seriously
going to let her shoot me, were you?
No.
You had a plan, right?
Yeah.
It's the real deal.
Tell me about this op you're running.
ATF knew they were moving
a lot of illegal weapons.
We figured we'd leave it open,
see what crawled through.
Put me in as Abe Hargrove's daughter.
- Where's your backup?
- You're looking at it.
We're stretched as thin
as everybody else since 9/11.
- Tell me about Staff Sergeant Grimm.
- Who?
Thomas Grimm? Armourer at Quantico?
Never heard of him.
He placed seven calls here
two days ago.
He said his name was Jeff Conklin
and that he had access
to high-powered weapons.
What were you going to do with them?
Well, I was working with
one of Abe Hargrove's former buyers.
- Who?
- No name.
Only had a phone number and a voice.
Soon as your armourer
sent me digital stills, I set up the buy.
You ever see the weapons?
He never showed.
I guess he got cold feet.
That's not exactly how it went down.
Thanks to a S.M.A.W.,
he's got cold everything now.
MAN: Yes, sir.
Staff Sergeant Rafael?
Special Agent Todd, NCIS.
RAFAEL: Once the request
is approved from Division,
all non-operative weapons
are reported to Demil Centre
in Crane, Indiana, on a NAVMC 1048.
Then what?
The inventory is transferred here
to Camp Geiger and stored,
pending orders for destruction.
You contact Indiana
when you received the weapons?
Yes, ma'am. It's procedure.
Did you contact them
when Staff Sergeant Grimm
brought his inventory here?
Like I said, ma'am, it's procedure.
Yes, you did, Sergeant.
But I'm asking specifically
about the weapons
Grimm signed out of Quantico
three days ago.
Ma'am, I am a Staff Sergeant
in the United States Marine Corps.
I don't know how it is at NCIS,
but I follow all orders and procedures
laid out for me under this command.
You still haven't answered my question.
Did you inspect
Staff Sergeant Grimm's manifest
sign for the weapons,
and contact Indiana?
Yes.
Wasn't so hard, was it, Staff Sergeant?
Will there be
any more questions, ma'am?
No.
Not here.
I want to see you in Washington.
I'll call your CO,
find out what the procedures are.
TONY: I like a girl with spunk.
That right?
First girl I ever kissed
kicked me right in the...
- Way above the shins?
- Painfully above.
Hmm!
- I hope you learned your lesson.
- I did.
Next time, I waited till after
she swallowed her gummy bear.
(CHUCKLES)
GIBBS: DiNozzo! Agent Stone.
You're working with us on this.
Call your office for verification.
Not now.
We found evidence
on Grimm's computer
he was putting photos of his goods
on the Internet
to see what interest he could draw.
- You think my buyer found him first?
- I think it's a possibility.
Cut out the middle man,
save some dough,
only the deal went south somehow?
Yeah, someone has still got
enough firepower out there
to do some serious damage.
- DiNozzo, find us some weapons to sell.
- On it.
Agent Stone, with me.
(WHISPERING) Go!
Call your buyer.
Tell him you found a new supplier.
If my boss verifies
that we're working together.
This time you'll bring your supplier.
He'll think you're covering your ass.
- The buyer won't like it.
- No, he won't.
But you're gonna give him
a background that checks out.
Will Agent DiNozzo
be the supplier again?
Unfortunately, Special Agent DiNozzo
doesn't fit the profile.
He's more the scumbag type.
Gibbs.
Special Agent Todd.
Special Agent Stone. ATF.
- She'll be working with us on this.
- Possibly.
- Give me a minute?
- Yeah.
Two things.
McGee checked out
Corporal Patty McClain's alibi.
Her boyfriend shipped to Iraq
just like she said.
When Grimm was killed,
they were shacked up in a motel.
Second thing?
Staff Sergeant Rafael's holding out.
I can feel it in my gut.
Guts are good.
He's having a little time-out
in the interrogation room
so when you're ready,
I'll go over all my notes with you.
I'm gonna work up an ID with Abby.
I'm afraid Staff Sergeant Rafael
is all yours.
You always do the interrogations,
Gibbs.
Not this one.
(EXHALING)
- Abs, I need an ID.
- There's a lot of that going around.
This the ATF lady
that's working with us?
- News travels fast around here.
- You have no idea.
Shoot.
Arms dealer. Ex-military.
- DD?
- Honourable discharge.
Give me a medal.
- Silver?
- Bronze.
Silver would be better.
You're more of a winter.
- Never had your colours done, did you?
- Not unless I was unconscious.
Your colours are arranged seasonally
based on your skin tone.
You're a winter.
Bronze is more of an autumn.
It's important, Gibbs.
I'm sure it is.
- You scoff, but there's scientific...
- Silver'll be fine, Abs.
- Wise choice. Okay, your work history.
- Civilian contractor.
Nicaragua. Nepal. Greece.
Kazakhstan.
That would be a good addition.
Another winter thing?
Don't be silly, ATF lady.
Abs, leave a few gaps.
Don't make it so neat.
Please, Gibbs.
I've been making fake IDs
since I was 15.
- What kind of name do you want?
- Anything but Gus.
Are we gonna do this, ma'am?
KATE: You were paired with Grimm
at the armourer's school in Aberdeen.
- Is that right?
- Four months training, starting June '02.
Spent 10 hours a day learning
maintenance, repair, and evaluation.
Were you and Grimm close
outside of school?
We had a few beers over the weekends.
Along with other guys from our class.
What about now?
- Few beers on the weekends?
- No, ma'am.
- Talk on the phone?
- No, ma'am.
(DIALING)
I'm going to need the last three months
of Staff Sergeant Rafael's
phone records
faxed over from Camp Geiger.
- MAN: Right away.
- Thanks.
We talk a little.
It doesn't make me a criminal.
- What do you talk about? Sports? Girls?
- Yeah.
Guns?
Sometimes we talk work.
That involves weapons.
We found Staff Sergeant Grimm's
body yesterday.
He'd been blown apart by a weapon.
A S.M.A.W.
The serial number on the S.M.A.W.
that killed him
matches the inventory
on his NAVMC 1048.
A copy of which you signed
and sent to Crane.
Now, how can this weapon
be at Camp Geiger,
but not be there?
Stuff gets misplaced once in a while.
- So you stand by what's on your report?
- I have no reason not to.
Make your call.
STONE: The buyer chose
a group of abandoned factory buildings
- somewhere in the middle of nowhere.
- Smart.
- They'd spot backup anywhere close.
- Yeah.
Our cell phones have GPS technology.
They'll take them,
and sweep us for a signal,
make sure we're not wired.
So what's that?
It's a locator.
I won't activate it unless they move us.
(WITH SCOTTISH ACCENT)
Very James Bond. Does it tell time, too?
You can lay back
and track us from a safe distance.
(CELL PHONE RINGING)
Yeah?
- Team's in place.
- STONE: Good.
Tell Gibbs not to forget
it's the first two MP5s on the left
that have live clips.
Tell him yourself.
I already told him four times.
I think he's annoyed.
It's his left when he's looking down
at the crate
- with the barrels pointing...
- Away from him. He knows.
Well, yeah, just... Okay, just remind him
that it's the top layer
of the ammo cache that's live,
- 'cause the rest is...
- Hey, DiNozzo!
Get off the line.
SOLDIER ♪1: Okay. Good luck, boss.
COOKE: Hands!
Keep them up. Check them.
Clean.
You got my package?
- Yeah, they're right here.
- Keys.
So where's our money?
You'll get your money
when we test the weapons.
Let's go!
Move.
Cell phones in the bag.
Wallet, jewellery, and watches, too.
We gonna get a receipt for this?
Get in.
Are we gonna drive to Delaware
to do this?
You guys have a website?
A lot of these militia groups
have websites.
All kinds of links to buy merchandise.
You can buy coffee cups,
sweatshirts, caps, whatever.
It even has a militia-babe calendar.
(LAUGHING)
It's amazing.
(TIRES SQUEALING)
The only calendar we have
is one that marks the days
till the US government takes away
our last constitutional freedom.
And when that day comes
and some Federal cop
puts a Glock to your head
'cause he doesn't like your jokes,
think about us.
Thinking about you now.
Here's what I think, Staff Sergeant.
Your Marine buddy called you
with a proposition too good to refuse.
All you had to do was sign for weapons
that were useless.
They were gonna be destroyed.
Didn't seem like
such a terrible thing to do, did it?
You're gonna do time.
How much depends
on a number of things.
Including what kind of cooperation
I tell the JAG prosecutors you gave me.
I wonder, if this were you,
how you'd appreciate another Marine
not speaking up to get your killer.
I'll be back to read your charges
and your Article 31 rights.
I never thought anyone would get hurt.
(PANTING NERVOUSLY)
It was only going to be one time.
We were never going to do it again.
Grimm approached you?
We met at a bar,
and it seemed pretty foolproof.
All I had to do was sign weapons in
and make some cash.
It was a good deal for both of you.
- It was a good deal for all three of us.
- Three?
KATE: McGee.
Kate, I realised that I'd overlooked
something in the search programme.
Late transfers to school systems...
Tell me how you checked
Corporal McClain's alibi.
I called Army CID to verify her boyfriend
was shipped out to Iraq.
The motel part.
Corporal McClain says she spent the
night of Staff Sergeant Grimm's death
at the Two Moon Motel on US 1
with her boyfriend.
- You went?
- Well, I called.
That wasn't right.
I should have gone in person.
McGee, can you put your insecurities
on hold for just a few seconds?
- I can.
- What did the clerk say?
Corporal Thomas McKenzie
signed for a room at 1900
with a woman who matched
Corporal McClain's description.
You faxed him a photo?
Well, I hadn't received it
from Quantico, yet.
- When you did receive it.
- I guess I got a little involved with this.
MAN: Close it up!
Get out!
What do you say
we try not to push his buttons this time?
I'll do my best.
Thank you.
The hotel clerk says
that the fax photo of Corporal McClain
is not the woman that Army
Corporal McKenzie checked in with.
No, that was Corporal McKenzie
on the sat phone in Iraq.
- They broke up a month ago.
- Let's go.
Will Gibbs have to know about this?
McGee, I can't think
about your ass right now.
I understand.
What about DiNozzo?
Right.
I could get one of these at Wal-Mart.
You don't want them, fine.
Take us back.
I didn't say that.
MP5 is a good weapon.
But these are the single-fire model.
- I was told they'd be full auto.
- They are.
The trigger grips have been replaced
with the military variant.
Watch him.
Why do you think you're getting such
a good price on them?
MAN: Drop it.
I could demonstrate.
We'll handle that.
GIBBS: Suit yourself.
$350 per unit.
$500.
$500's too rich.
- I'm paying him $375.
- Pay him less.
- $450.
- The art of compromise.
- My M60s in there?
- Echo 3s.
They don't make
a single-shot version of this.
- Price?
- $1,000, per.
Good price.
What if I wanted something heavier?
How heavy you talking about?
Armour-piercing ammo,
heavy calibre machine guns, rockets.
Let me see what I can do.
Let's take this for a little test drive
then we'll do our deal.
- I didn't bring any ammo.
- Not a problem.
- Yes, sir.
- We did.
You'd be surprised how much
we have in common with the boy scouts.
- Get me another one.
- Yes, sir.
No firing pins.
No firing pins!
Look, I know you're pissed, okay?
I'm pissed, too!
Wait! My supplier ripped me off!
- You didn't know?
- No, I did not know.
Just pay me for the MP5s
and let's call it a night.
Considering the circumstances,
let's lower the price.
$50 a unit, all right?
How about free?
- You tried to screw me.
- No. No. He did.
I can get you the weapons you need.
I want them now.
(GROANING)
(COUGHING)
I have a buyer.
But we have to do it tonight.
I bet it was a lot easier when
Staff Sergeant Grimm was helping.
They say when you're about to die,
your life flashes before you.
Is it the same when you're being
arrested for murder, Corporal?
- What murder?
- Cuff her, McGee.
(MOANING)
- They'll be here.
- I hope so, for your sake.
(CELL PHONE RINGING)
Yeah.
Great.
(CELL PHONE BEEPS OFF)
Time for NCIS to stop
laying down on the job.
I learned everything I know from ATF.
Special Agent Todd just informed me
Corporal Patty McClain
and the weapons are in custody.
- AGENT: Okay, cuff her.
- Agent Stone.
Agent DiNozzo.
Didn't see this coming.
That was kind of the plan.
We've been watching you
since your last op.
Too many things didn't add up.
You killed Staff Sergeant Grimm,
didn't you?
No. Corporal McClain did.
They got in an argument over his cut,
and she blew him away.
What do you want to bet
she's going to say the same thing?
It doesn't really matter.
I'm screwed either way.
I really liked her.
ATF agent involved
in illegal weapons and murder.
- What's not to like?
- So quick to judge, Kate.
Sure, she has flaws.
Sure, she's going to prison.
But my instincts told me
she had good qualities, as well.
Two of them wouldn't happen
to live under her shirt, would they?
You're not going to believe this,
but, when it comes to women
I actually look for more
complex things under the surface.
- Really?
- Really.
Like when you were tonguing
that he-she a week ago?
Lots of complex things
under that surface.
I gotta go.
What's wrong with DiNozzo?
He's conflicted.