NCIS (2003–…): Season 10, Episode 5 - The Namesake - full transcript
The Virginia State Police calls the NCIS to a shooting of a Navy petty officer first-class; Gibbs and company find the murder weapon at the scene; Abby traces the piece to a pawnshop in Maryland, then Gibbs and Tony trace it to Kim, a young woman. While at the shop Tony sees a Medal of Honor and asks about it; Leroy Jethro Moore had received it for valor during World War II; Gibbs recognizes the name of his father's former best friend, for whom Jackson had named his son. Kim says that she gave the pistol to Kris, her brother, who says that someone stole it from the trunk of his car, and who later identifies a motorcycle and a rider. The team find the pieces and put them together, then with help from a billionaire and $1M, they find the shooter, to whom the whole gang plus a couple of friends give a good-morning hello. Gibbs helps his father and his old friend to overcome an old difficulty. Meanwhile Abby declines an interesting dinner date.
[ROCK MUSIC PLAYING
OVER CAR SPEAKERS]
[LAUGHING]
Woo!
[TIRES SCREECHING]
[MUSIC STOPS]
The Italians make a fine sports car.
However, experts consider
the very first
- to be the British 1910 Vauxhall.
- Thanks.
Three were built for
the Prince Henry...
State Police said
they found the car at 2:47 a.m.
Headlights were on,
engine was running.
2:47. That works.
Approximately one hour
after my estimated time of death.
Why would the shooter
leave the murder weapon behind?
- You're kidding?
- No, it does not make any sense.
You've seen The Godfather.
Michael Corleone in the restaurant,
goes in and shoots Captain McCluskey
and Virgil "The Turk" Sollozzo.
It's SOP for mob hits. You cover
the handle so there aren't any prints,
you file off the serial number
so the gun can't be traced,
and you leave it at the scene
so it's not with the shooter.
- "Leave the gun, but take the cannoli."
- Are you saying this was a mob hit?
Could be.
Or someone watches a lot of movies.
[CHUCKLES]
Yeah.
Left thumbprint ID'd the body as
Petty Officer First Class Colin Boxer.
Same as the military ID
State Police found.
How does a 26-year-old petty officer
afford a $300,000 car?
Probably can't.
Vehicle's registered to a corporation.
What's the connection?
[COMPUTER BEEPS]
TONY: Petty Officer Colin Boxer
is from Red Hook,
which is a pretty tough
neighborhood in Brooklyn.
He was the starting two-guard on
the local high school basketball team.
Where he was suspended
for shaving.
Why do they not want their
players to shave?
Shaving points, Ziva.
In the state finals, boss.
He was suspected of taking money
from bookies. Not good.
After graduating,
Boxer enlisted in the Navy.
He was presently stationed at
Anacostia with undistinguished record.
- Anybody talk to his CO?
- I have a call in to him.
McGEE:
Well, the Ferrari has D.C. Plates,
but it's owned by a California company,
VCX FileShare.
It's for the personal use of its CEO
when he's in town.
Look at this.
His name is Vijay Chaya.
He's a 27-year-old
billionaire dot-commer.
Born in Calcutta.
Graduated from Stanford.
Oh, yeah. I've read about him
in, uh, celebrity magazines.
- He's got mansions all over the world.
- Oh.
Forget the mansions.
That is a beautiful yacht.
I spoke to his office in Silicon Valley.
They knew he was in Washington,
but didn't know exactly where he was.
They tried to reach him on his cell,
but he didn't pick up.
Guy like that
shouldn't be hard to find.
ABBY: Hey, guys.
- Did you get print off that weapon?
No. The rubber bands on the grip
were clever,
- but our shooter is definitely a novice.
- Talk to me.
Well, he filed off the visible
serial number on the frame,
but he didn't know it was also
stamped on the interior slide.
The gun is registered
to a Maryland pawn shop.
Yeah, I sold a.22 like this to a young
woman a couple weeks ago.
- Uh, there wasn't anything on the grip.
- Here's the serial number.
WOMAN:
Can't be too careful in this business.
I keep meticulous records.
Be right back.
TONY:
The Flying V.
[TONY STRUMS NOTES
ON GUITAR]
What is that?
- This is a Shopsmith 10ER.
TONY: Of course, it is.
Wow. She should be wearing a mask
charging that much for it.
No, no, man, this is a workhorse.
- Worth every penny.
- Girl's name is Kim Taylor.
Here's my copy of the application
I filed with the state.
Sorry.
Why is the weapon
still registered to the pawn shop?
WOMAN: Let me explain
Maryland bureaucracy to you,
Special Agent Gibbs.
Someone wants a gun,
they fill out an application,
which I file with
the Secretary of State Police.
After seven working days,
if I don't hear back from them,
which I usually don't,
then I'm allowed by law
to deliver the weapon
to the purchaser.
- Paperwork catches up eventually.
- Excuse me.
Is this a real Congressional
Medal of Honor?
You bet.
- How much is one of these?
- Oh, heh, that's not for sale.
No, you can't sell
a Congressional Medal of Honor.
It's against the law.
Where'd you get it?
Some old guy brought it in.
Said he needed money.
- Was it his?
- Yeah, World War II vet.
I tried to explain
that it was illegal for him to sell it,
but, well, hell, he's a hero.
Seemed desperate.
I felt sorry for him,
so I loaned him $3,000.
Think you'll ever see
that money again?
Doesn't matter. Chance to
hold that medal in my hands,
the highest honor our country
can bestow on a hero?
That was payment enough.
Heh, "Leroy Jethro Moore"?
Heh, what are the odds?
That's my dad's best friend.
- I was named after him.
- You're kidding.
Did he say
why he needed the money?
No.
McGEE:
Guy was on lwo Jima.
Crossed an open field
under heavy Japanese fire
to rescue three wounded members
of his platoon.
Did that despite the fact
that he was hit several times.
McGee and I saw a picture of L.J.
And Jackson Gibbs in Stillwater.
It was up on the wall
of the general store.
They were partners.
They opened the store together.
Yeah.
Well, the boss was really shaken.
I almost detected some emotion
when he heard the old guy
was trying to pawn
his Medal of Honor.
I do not understand why President
Clinton is giving him the medal.
I mean, it was more than 40 years
after World War II was over.
I wondered the same thing. Found out
that because of discrimination,
no African-American
was awarded the Medal of Honor
until Congress passed legislation
in 1996 to correct the injustice.
Seven men were recommended
to receive the award.
Only two were still alive.
One of them is Mr. Moore.
Hey, boss.
Ziva talked to
Petty Officer Boxer's CO.
He said to make extra money,
Boxer had a night job
parking cars
at the Adams House Hotel.
McGee and I were just
headed there.
- Kim Taylor?
- She's here.
She's waiting in Interrogation.
Um, she is a pre-school teacher
and spends her spare time
doing volunteer work
at Washington General Hospital.
[DOOR OPENS]
I'm Special Agent Gibbs, Ms. Taylor.
This is Special Agent David.
Have a seat.
You're the one I spoke to
on the phone.
ZIVA:
Mm-hm.
Wish you could have told me
what this was about.
Driving in, I was wracking my brain
trying to think of
what Navy investigators
would wanna talk to me about.
That's your pistol?
That looks like the one
I got at a pawn shop.
It is.
- How did you get it?
- Why did you buy the gun?
For protection.
There were some home invasions
in my neighborhood.
One in the building next door.
The day after I got the gun, I took it
to a range and actually fired it, heh.
Scared the hell out of me.
I didn't want it in my apartment.
My brother said he'd take it.
You gave it to your brother?
Last week.
Hmm. Why'd he want it?
He didn't say.
What is your brother's name?
Kris. Is he in some kind of trouble?
What is this all about?
Where would we find Kris?
He's a student at John Hamilton.
TONY: This hotel has bad karma
for me, McGee.
Not interested in hearing
about your illicit affairs
- or inability to perform, Tony.
- Ha, ha.
Fortunately that's never
been a problem.
I was talking about my father.
The Adams House is where
he always stays when he's in town.
- You hear from him lately?
- No news is good news.
- Is that him?
- Uh-huh.
Bodie, NCIS.
- You were working here last night.
- Yeah.
Colin Boxer work the night shift
with you?
Last night? Maybe. Excuse me.
According to the cashier,
you were both here.
BODIE:
Yeah, I guess he was.
Maybe working a double shift
has made your memory a little foggy.
- We should do this at headquarters.
TONY: Good idea.
No.
Okay, look, I told Boxer not to do it.
You know, that he'd get in trouble.
But he's crazy.
- I mean, he wouldn't listen.
- Listen to what?
I had nothing to do
with taking that Ferrari.
- Hey.
- That's what this is about, right?
Just tell us what happened.
All right, about 1:00 last night,
this dude checks in,
hot car, even hotter babe.
And things were slow.
You know, we were the only two here.
So Boxer decides he's gonna
take the Ferrari out for a joyride,
figures the guy's not gonna
check out anytime soon.
- Boxer got arrested, right?
- No, he's dead.
- Shot.
- Shot?
Oh.
Wow, guess he wasn't exaggerating.
What are you talking about?
Boxer couldn't cut it
on his Navy salary.
You know, he worked nights here
to pay off this bookie.
- Does the bookie have a name?
- Yeah, he called him The Gimp.
VIJAY:
What? You don't have it?
Said he threatened to kill him,
but I didn't believe him.
- You sit tight.
VIJAY: How do you lose a Ferrari?
- Do you believe this?
- No.
Mr. Chaya?
- Are you with the hotel?
- NCIS. We're federal agents.
We have your Ferrari.
What are you doing with it?
Bullet number three.
You seem distracted, Mr. Palmer.
Oh, didn't get much sleep last night.
- Oh.
- Breena and I had our first fight.
Oh!
She changed her hair style,
she asked if I liked it,
- and I was honest.
- Not always the best policy.
- What do you think I should do?
- Uh...
I am the worst person to ask
about marital advice.
No, I am.
- You recover slugs?
- Yes, all three.
Twenty-twos, as is the weapon
found at the crime scene.
Mr. Palmer is about to take them up
to Abby for confirmation.
If he can stay awake long enough.
[CHUCKLES]
I heard about your namesake, L.J.
- No secrets around here.
- Heh.
You never mentioned
the original Leroy Jethro before.
Heh, but then, of course, there are
lots of things you've never mentioned.
Well, it's complicated.
He's a great guy, Duck.
- Montford Point Marine.
- First African-American Marines.
Served with great distinction.
Well, he's a humble man.
Never talked much about
what happened during the war.
When did you last see him?
Sophomore year, high school.
He, uh... He just left.
Something happened
between him and my dad.
And my bullheaded father,
he won't talk about it.
[SIGHS]
Have you tried to contact him?
I wrote him to congratulate him
when he was awarded the medal.
Never heard back.
Yeah, okay, I'm coming.
[SIGHS]
Kris Taylor?
Uh, no, he's not here.
- Is something wrong?
- Yes.
It is 3 p.m. And we just woke you up.
Do your parents know
what they're paying for?
We need to talk to Kris.
Can we come in?
Oh, okay, um...
- What's this all about?
- Mind if I look around?
No, I guess.
- What's your name?
- Alec Dell.
When was the last time
you saw Kris?
Uh, yesterday.
- He didn't spend the night here?
- No.
- What is this?
- It's a vacuum-pumped beer bong.
Heh, nice.
- Did, uh, Kris ever show you a gun?
- Uh, no.
Do you have any idea
where he might be now?
No. Uh, he left here bummed.
He, uh, found out he failed a midterm.
He was all panicked it was gonna
keep him from a top law school.
Hmm.
Well, if you hear from him,
please, give us a call.
[KEYPAD BEEPS]
[PHONE RINGING]
- Hello?
GIBBS [OVER PHONE]: Hey, Dad.
Jethro.
It's not Sunday.
Everything all right?
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Everything's good.
Um...
- You got a minute?
- Well, yeah, I got nothing but time.
- Hardly sleep anymore.
GIBBS: Heh, yeah.
Hey, uh, I ran across something today.
Are you aware that, uh, L.J.
Tried to pawn his Medal of Honor?
Dad, do you know anything
about that?
Nope.
You ever gonna tell me
what happened between you two?
I told you, never bring up his name.
McGEE: Kris Taylor, the brother,
has not been seen since yesterday.
He hasn't used his debit, credit card
or turned on his cell phone
in the last 24 hours.
Agent Dorneget's
staking out his dorm.
Can we connect him
to Petty Officer Boxer?
- Not yet.
- Could be road rage.
You know, Boxer took the Ferrari
out for a joyride.
Maybe he cut the kid off.
Check Metro and Homeland Security
surveillance video
for the route from the Adams House
to the scene.
Already put in the request.
[PHONE RINGS]
Hey, anything from that bookie
who was threatening Boxer?
Got a name. Joey Zambrano.
- Bring him in.
- Yeah, well, there's a slight problem.
Zambrano was busted by Metro Police
this morning on an unrelated charge.
We'll get him as soon as
they're finished.
That was Dorneget.
Kris Taylor just returned to his dorm.
Two of you, go on.
Let's go.
Hey, check with the VA.
Get me an address for L.J. Moore.
On it.
ABBY: I told you I would call you
when it's finished.
Yes, I will. Bye.
[GRUNTS]
- This guy bugs me.
- Who?
Mr. Vijay "I'm a Billionaire and I
Want my Car Back Right Now" Chaya.
- You find anything?
- Nothing related to the shooting.
But you can tell a lot
about someone from their car.
- Yeah?
ABBY: Yeah.
- We can bust this guy if we want to.
- Yeah?
Based on the contents of his ashtray,
he smokes Cuban cigars.
Abbs, it's not our problem.
He wears $3,000 Italian sunglasses
and has Justin Bieber on his hard drive.
Can't we arrest him for that?
Anything positive
to say about this guy?
Okay, he practices safe sex.
There's condoms in the glove box.
If that's all you got, Abbs,
release the car.
[KNOCKING ON DOOR]
Hi, Kris. We're Special Agents
David and DiNozzo.
TONY: Can we come in?
- Yeah, sure.
- Uh, what's this about?
- Did you talk to your sister?
- To your roommate?
- No.
We're investigating a shooting.
- What does that have to do with me?
ZIVA: The weapon.
It was registered to your sister
and she told us she gave it to you.
Yeah. Well, I mean, she did,
but I lost it.
- You lost it.
- My car was broken into.
- The gun was in the trunk.
- So you didn't lose it. It was stolen.
Did you report this stolen gun
to the police?
- No.
- Hey, Kris, you going somewhere?
- The Laundromat.
- Heh.
Not anymore. Turn around.
[PHONE RINGS]
JACKSON [ON MACHINE]:
It's Jackson. You know what to do.
[MACHINE BEEPS]
GIBBS [ON MACHINE]: Remember
when I called you from boot camp
and we got into a fight
and I hung up on you?
And then when I came home
just before I shipped out,
you read me the riot act. You told me
that a man does not do that.
Well, you should take
your own advice.
We need to talk.
[McGEE TYPING]
Got the security video
from Metro P.D.
Still waiting for Homeland's.
I haven't spotted the Ferrari yet.
Oh, boss?
Ah.
Thanks.
I don't know who he is. I swear.
- You've never seen him?
- No.
- Is he really dead?
- Yeah.
Shot with the gun that you admit
having, but claim was stolen.
Doesn't look good for you, Kris.
[TONY CLAPS]
I'm gonna ask you the question now.
This is the big question,
so put your big ears on.
Where were you Tuesday morning
between 1 and 2 a. M?
Uh...
Backpacking. Near Piney Branch.
I was pissed because I had flunked
a midterm and wanted to be alone.
Okay.
Good. Can anyone confirm
you were there?
I found a really remote
camping spot.
- Did you bring a cell phone with you?
- Yeah.
Great, because we can track that
and it puts you right there.
Just trying to help place you there.
[SIGHS]
I didn't wanna talk to anyone,
so I turned it off.
You turned it off?
I wanna believe him,
but, ugh, it doesn't look good.
Hmm.
TONY:
Let's try something else.
- You know him?
- No.
Look, I need to talk to my father.
He's a lawyer.
- All right, just a couple more questions.
KRIS: No.
Okay.
Have it your way.
Do we have enough to hold him?
Well, he doesn't have an alibi
and we can connect him to
the murder weapon, just not the victim.
It's a Gibbs call.
Anyone got a 20 on the boss?
Hi.
Leroy?
I didn't know if you'd recognize me.
[LAUGHING]
Oh, those blue eyes
haven't changed.
[LAUGHING]
Yeah, I retired from the post office
over 20 years ago.
Somehow my days are always filled.
- You married?
- Oh, I tried it a couple of times,
but it didn't work for me.
You know, it put a smile on my face
hearing that you joined the Corps.
Well, you had a lot to do
with that, L.J.
You were my hero long before
you got the Medal of Honor.
- Oh, heh.
- Yeah, lwo, Montford Point Marine.
Well, truth be told,
I wanted to be a Marine
because of that snazzy blue dress
uniform with those red stripes.
Real sharp.
[BOTH CHUCKLE]
Don't see a ring. Are you married?
Tried it a couple of times.
It didn't work for me either.
[LAUGHS]
Well, I guess we have more
in common than just our names.
Why'd you try to pawn
your Medal of Honor?
Well, it meant a lot to me
when I finally got it.
But I had no family to share it with.
And over the years
it was just collecting dust on the shelf.
When the lift broke down,
a lot of people couldn't go
in and out of the building.
And they didn't have the money
to fix it,
so I put the medal to good use.
You haven't asked about my father.
Well, you haven't said
anything about him.
- He alive?
GIBBS: Oh, yeah.
- He hasn't changed much.
- Hmm.
- He's still got the store.
- Hmm.
GIBBS:
Hmm.
Why'd you leave Stillwater?
Well, I'm sure your father and I
have different versions
about what happened.
- Why don't you ask him?
- I have. He won't talk about it.
A poker game is about to begin
and if I don't referee,
a fight is liable to break out.
If you need anything.
Well, it's been good catching up.
If you wanna talk...
[ELEVATOR DINGS]
You don't fit the profile
of a forensic scientist.
You work at a federal agency,
but you are obviously your own person.
- I admire that.
- Thanks.
Oh, my God, oh.
You were told
there was a murder in your car.
Yeah, I guess I just wasn't
prepared for all the blood.
I'll just have one of my people
pick it up.
Yeah, sorry.
Don't be. We got to meet.
You intrigue me, Abby.
Are you happy here?
Um...
Yes, very.
Why would you ask me that?
I could use someone like you
in my company.
To do what exactly?
How about we discuss it
over dinner?
There's a wonderful little bistro
in Saint Croix.
My jet's at Reagan.
It's fueled and ready to go.
We can make it in time for supper
on the beach.
Um...
I, uh...
Could you just sign this release
form, please, Mr. Chaya?
Don't look surprised to see me.
That beat-up old truck of yours
out front was a dead giveaway.
This milk's two days past
the expiration date.
GIBBS:
Why'd you drive down?
Because of that brazen message
you left on my machine.
You need to show a little more respect,
Jethro. I'm still your father.
And I told you never to bring
that man's name up again.
It's 40 years ago, Dad.
What happened between
you and L. J?
Some things are left better unsaid.
He was your best friend.
He was your business partner.
You named your only son after him.
I think that I deserve an explanation.
He killed your mother, Jethro.
Mom died of cancer.
She had cancer,
but that's not what killed her.
Yeah, I know what happened, Dad.
She took her own life.
- You knew?
- Yeah, Dad, I knew.
But I never told you.
You were only 14.
Why are you blaming L. J?
Your mother was in pain, Jethro.
She didn't wanna fight anymore.
She confided in L.J.
That she was gonna overdose.
He didn't stop her.
And he didn't tell me.
She had time left, Jethro,
and I wanted every minute of it.
He cheated us.
We deserved to have
that time with her.
That drive knocked me out.
I'm going to bed.
Gibbs has been MIA
since yesterday afternoon.
I texted and called last night.
I didn't hear anything.
There's nothing on the desk.
- You sure you don't know anything?
- No.
- Maybe there's a woman.
TONY: Heh.
I seriously doubt it.
- Be serious. Gibbs? The last...
- Ahem.
Oh, gum. Just...
Everything all right?
My dad showed up.
Ooh!
Wow.
Yeah, that can be annoying, dads.
Heh, I always think that there's...
Dead end with the bookie,
Zambrano.
Metro Police had him under
surveillance for over a week.
He's got an airtight alibi.
TONY:
Kris Taylor's still in lockup.
We can't hold him much longer
without charging him.
This may help.
Homeland cameras picked up the
Ferrari after it left the Adams House.
Now watch this.
Looks like a police motorcycle.
Well, well, well. Petty Officer Boxer
was being followed.
It's not a cop.
We're still trying to enhance the plate.
Check and see if Kris Taylor
has a motorcycle license.
Hey, Kris.
My father told me not to talk
to anyone without him present.
- Okay, then just listen.
- Special Agent Leroy Jethro Gibbs.
We know you have a Class-M
motorcycle license.
You got on your bike.
You followed Petty Officer Boxer
and you shot him.
I have a license,
but I don't have a bike.
That's not you?
That's my roommate
Alec's motorcycle.
Is that him?
It's his helmet and his jacket.
Did he know
you had the gun in your car?
- Yeah.
- Picking up the roommate, boss.
- Oh, hey, McGee.
- Hey.
Uh, boss, you have a visitor.
I don't dispute
what your father told you, Jethro.
I did know that your mother
was going to take her own life.
And I didn't stop her.
She couldn't bear the thought
of her husband and her young son
seeing her go through
months of debilitating agony.
I saw so much suffering
and death during the war.
I understood.
So, yes,
I looked the other way.
And my dad found out about it?
He suspected she told me.
I didn't lie when he confronted me.
We haven't spoken since.
So, what do you think? He was upset
because you didn't stop her,
or because she confided in you?
Probably both.
You have to understand something.
Your parents and I were very close.
In high school,
I was as much in love with her
as your father.
In that day, an interracial romance
was out of the question in Stillwater
and most everywhere else.
When I got back from the war,
I had to watch my best friend
marry the girl I loved.
Did Dad know
how you felt about Mom?
We never talked about it.
But he knew.
Your mother and I maintained
a special relationship
until the day she died.
With her gone
and him feeling the way
he did about me,
I packed up,
left the store
and Stillwater behind.
TONY:
Where the hell is he?
He's not in his dorm.
His motorcycle's gone.
Probably skipped
when we pulled in his roommate.
Well, he's not gonna get very far.
He's only got a $148.17
in his bank account.
I ran a matrix comparing
Alec Dell's cell phone calls,
texts and locations
against Petty Officer Boxer's.
The two have never communicated
and don't appear to have ever been
- at the same place at the same time.
- I don't think this is good.
- What did you order?
- It smells like sweet-and-sour yak.
- How's your moo goo gai pan?
- Oh, this is delicious.
- What is Mensa?
- It's a social organization.
Its members are in the top
2 percent of intelligence
as measured by IQ tests.
Well, this has to be wrong, because
Alec "Beer Bong" Dell is a member.
Really?
He is a senior majoring
in computer sciences.
Grew up in Cedar Rapids, lowa.
No criminal record.
This guy's really smart.
McGEE: Hey, come on.
- Hmm.
What are you doing?
Come on, come on. Give it back.
Tony, come on. Give me my food.
- Put down the food.
- Hey, frat boys.
- Give me my moo goo gai pan.
ZIVA: Stop.
I think I found a connection between
Alec Dell and Vijay Chaya.
Hmm.
Two summers ago
he interned at VCX FileShare.
Mm-hm,
that's Vijay Chaya's company.
[MUMMERS]
Down here in the basement, Jethro.
Where'd you get the Shopsmith?
Jackson.
- Time to end the feud.
- Why?
Nothing's changed.
Well, I know one thing for certain.
Ann wouldn't appreciate
the way we've been behaving.
All of us have one thing in common.
We all loved the same woman.
You're not getting any younger.
Figure it out.
I'm making dinner.
My God, you've gotten old.
[CHUCKLES]
[ELEVATOR DINGS]
- How'd it go with your father last night?
- No bloodshed.
- What have we got?
- A theory.
Dell thought he was killing Vijay Chaya
when he shot up the Ferrari.
What's his beef with Chaya?
Two summers ago,
Dell interned at Chaya's company.
While he was there, he pitched
an idea for a file-sharing application.
He was told it wasn't feasible,
but later Chaya had his attorneys
patent it in the company's name.
They think it'll generate
$100 million in profit.
Dell threatened to sue, but couldn't
get a lawyer to take his case.
It sounds like a slam dunk, but...
As a paid intern,
Dell had to sign an agreement
which included a clause that said
anything he developed while there
was intellectual property
of the corporation.
- Well, we got a motive. Find Dell.
- The guy's got an IQ of 148, boss.
If he wants to stay hidden,
it's gonna be hard to find him.
- Let's make him come to us.
- Why would he do that?
DUCKY [OVER PHONE]: Autopsy.
- Hey, Duck.
DUCKY [OVER PHONE]: Yeah.
- Need you up here.
DUCKY [OVER PHONE]:
I'll be right up.
I never denied
it was Alec Dell's idea,
but my lawyers assured me
I owe him nothing.
Well, legality aside,
in Mr. Dell's psychologically
disturbed mind, you deceived him.
You stole a piece of invaluable
intellectual property from him.
He sought vindication, but failed.
But then he sought revenge
when he attempted to take your life.
Dr. Mallard has profiled Alec Dell.
He wants you dead.
- Help us find him.
- How?
His life revolves around computers
and the Internet.
He's staying away from phones
or anything traceable,
but if he gets the right e-mail from you,
he might respond.
- What would I say?
- That he scared you.
That you got the message.
That you cheated him.
That you're gonna pay him
what he thinks he's owed.
Mr. Dell is broke. He's desperate.
He's gonna need money
to support himself on the run.
I took the liberty
of composing the e-mail.
I can forward it to you. All you have
to do is cut, paste and hit "send."
As a sign of good faith,
I'm gonna deposit a million dollars
into his checking account?
That's chump change for you.
- No, I'm not gonna do that.
GIBBS: Okay.
Spend the rest of your life
looking over your shoulder.
He's already tried to kill you once.
If we don't find him,
he's gonna find you.
That was taken an hour ago
in Greenup, Kentucky.
- Where?
- The Appalachian Mountains.
NSA did a satellite scan of the area.
Found his bike five miles
from Greenup.
GIBBS:
Good morning.
[HANDCUFF CLICKING]
I think going in the swimming pool
is a very good thing to do.
Anyway, you have a wonderful day.
You take care of yourself. All right.
JACKSON:
I'm heading home.
This medal's a great honor.
You risked your life for it.
Doesn't belong at a pawn shop.
Well, how did you get her
to give it to you?
I got a son who's a federal agent.
Sticks his nose
in other people's business.
He's very persuasive.
Besides, I paid back the loan.
Well, I haven't got the money
to repay you.
I know.
I always figured I shortchanged you
on the store 40 years ago.
Consider us even.
Thanks.
Well, I better hit the road.
I gotta get home before dark.
My night vision's not as good
as it used to be.
Ha-ha-ha.
I know what you're talking about.
Ever thought about coming
to Stillwater for a visit?
Nope.
- It changed much?
- Not really.
My folks' place still there?
It's been gussied up a little.
Do you want a ride?
Only if I drive.
- You were the worst.
- Me?
I'm not the one that totaled
your father's Studebaker.
[LAUGHING]
I'll pick you up in an hour.
Ripped By mstoll
OVER CAR SPEAKERS]
[LAUGHING]
Woo!
[TIRES SCREECHING]
[MUSIC STOPS]
The Italians make a fine sports car.
However, experts consider
the very first
- to be the British 1910 Vauxhall.
- Thanks.
Three were built for
the Prince Henry...
State Police said
they found the car at 2:47 a.m.
Headlights were on,
engine was running.
2:47. That works.
Approximately one hour
after my estimated time of death.
Why would the shooter
leave the murder weapon behind?
- You're kidding?
- No, it does not make any sense.
You've seen The Godfather.
Michael Corleone in the restaurant,
goes in and shoots Captain McCluskey
and Virgil "The Turk" Sollozzo.
It's SOP for mob hits. You cover
the handle so there aren't any prints,
you file off the serial number
so the gun can't be traced,
and you leave it at the scene
so it's not with the shooter.
- "Leave the gun, but take the cannoli."
- Are you saying this was a mob hit?
Could be.
Or someone watches a lot of movies.
[CHUCKLES]
Yeah.
Left thumbprint ID'd the body as
Petty Officer First Class Colin Boxer.
Same as the military ID
State Police found.
How does a 26-year-old petty officer
afford a $300,000 car?
Probably can't.
Vehicle's registered to a corporation.
What's the connection?
[COMPUTER BEEPS]
TONY: Petty Officer Colin Boxer
is from Red Hook,
which is a pretty tough
neighborhood in Brooklyn.
He was the starting two-guard on
the local high school basketball team.
Where he was suspended
for shaving.
Why do they not want their
players to shave?
Shaving points, Ziva.
In the state finals, boss.
He was suspected of taking money
from bookies. Not good.
After graduating,
Boxer enlisted in the Navy.
He was presently stationed at
Anacostia with undistinguished record.
- Anybody talk to his CO?
- I have a call in to him.
McGEE:
Well, the Ferrari has D.C. Plates,
but it's owned by a California company,
VCX FileShare.
It's for the personal use of its CEO
when he's in town.
Look at this.
His name is Vijay Chaya.
He's a 27-year-old
billionaire dot-commer.
Born in Calcutta.
Graduated from Stanford.
Oh, yeah. I've read about him
in, uh, celebrity magazines.
- He's got mansions all over the world.
- Oh.
Forget the mansions.
That is a beautiful yacht.
I spoke to his office in Silicon Valley.
They knew he was in Washington,
but didn't know exactly where he was.
They tried to reach him on his cell,
but he didn't pick up.
Guy like that
shouldn't be hard to find.
ABBY: Hey, guys.
- Did you get print off that weapon?
No. The rubber bands on the grip
were clever,
- but our shooter is definitely a novice.
- Talk to me.
Well, he filed off the visible
serial number on the frame,
but he didn't know it was also
stamped on the interior slide.
The gun is registered
to a Maryland pawn shop.
Yeah, I sold a.22 like this to a young
woman a couple weeks ago.
- Uh, there wasn't anything on the grip.
- Here's the serial number.
WOMAN:
Can't be too careful in this business.
I keep meticulous records.
Be right back.
TONY:
The Flying V.
[TONY STRUMS NOTES
ON GUITAR]
What is that?
- This is a Shopsmith 10ER.
TONY: Of course, it is.
Wow. She should be wearing a mask
charging that much for it.
No, no, man, this is a workhorse.
- Worth every penny.
- Girl's name is Kim Taylor.
Here's my copy of the application
I filed with the state.
Sorry.
Why is the weapon
still registered to the pawn shop?
WOMAN: Let me explain
Maryland bureaucracy to you,
Special Agent Gibbs.
Someone wants a gun,
they fill out an application,
which I file with
the Secretary of State Police.
After seven working days,
if I don't hear back from them,
which I usually don't,
then I'm allowed by law
to deliver the weapon
to the purchaser.
- Paperwork catches up eventually.
- Excuse me.
Is this a real Congressional
Medal of Honor?
You bet.
- How much is one of these?
- Oh, heh, that's not for sale.
No, you can't sell
a Congressional Medal of Honor.
It's against the law.
Where'd you get it?
Some old guy brought it in.
Said he needed money.
- Was it his?
- Yeah, World War II vet.
I tried to explain
that it was illegal for him to sell it,
but, well, hell, he's a hero.
Seemed desperate.
I felt sorry for him,
so I loaned him $3,000.
Think you'll ever see
that money again?
Doesn't matter. Chance to
hold that medal in my hands,
the highest honor our country
can bestow on a hero?
That was payment enough.
Heh, "Leroy Jethro Moore"?
Heh, what are the odds?
That's my dad's best friend.
- I was named after him.
- You're kidding.
Did he say
why he needed the money?
No.
McGEE:
Guy was on lwo Jima.
Crossed an open field
under heavy Japanese fire
to rescue three wounded members
of his platoon.
Did that despite the fact
that he was hit several times.
McGee and I saw a picture of L.J.
And Jackson Gibbs in Stillwater.
It was up on the wall
of the general store.
They were partners.
They opened the store together.
Yeah.
Well, the boss was really shaken.
I almost detected some emotion
when he heard the old guy
was trying to pawn
his Medal of Honor.
I do not understand why President
Clinton is giving him the medal.
I mean, it was more than 40 years
after World War II was over.
I wondered the same thing. Found out
that because of discrimination,
no African-American
was awarded the Medal of Honor
until Congress passed legislation
in 1996 to correct the injustice.
Seven men were recommended
to receive the award.
Only two were still alive.
One of them is Mr. Moore.
Hey, boss.
Ziva talked to
Petty Officer Boxer's CO.
He said to make extra money,
Boxer had a night job
parking cars
at the Adams House Hotel.
McGee and I were just
headed there.
- Kim Taylor?
- She's here.
She's waiting in Interrogation.
Um, she is a pre-school teacher
and spends her spare time
doing volunteer work
at Washington General Hospital.
[DOOR OPENS]
I'm Special Agent Gibbs, Ms. Taylor.
This is Special Agent David.
Have a seat.
You're the one I spoke to
on the phone.
ZIVA:
Mm-hm.
Wish you could have told me
what this was about.
Driving in, I was wracking my brain
trying to think of
what Navy investigators
would wanna talk to me about.
That's your pistol?
That looks like the one
I got at a pawn shop.
It is.
- How did you get it?
- Why did you buy the gun?
For protection.
There were some home invasions
in my neighborhood.
One in the building next door.
The day after I got the gun, I took it
to a range and actually fired it, heh.
Scared the hell out of me.
I didn't want it in my apartment.
My brother said he'd take it.
You gave it to your brother?
Last week.
Hmm. Why'd he want it?
He didn't say.
What is your brother's name?
Kris. Is he in some kind of trouble?
What is this all about?
Where would we find Kris?
He's a student at John Hamilton.
TONY: This hotel has bad karma
for me, McGee.
Not interested in hearing
about your illicit affairs
- or inability to perform, Tony.
- Ha, ha.
Fortunately that's never
been a problem.
I was talking about my father.
The Adams House is where
he always stays when he's in town.
- You hear from him lately?
- No news is good news.
- Is that him?
- Uh-huh.
Bodie, NCIS.
- You were working here last night.
- Yeah.
Colin Boxer work the night shift
with you?
Last night? Maybe. Excuse me.
According to the cashier,
you were both here.
BODIE:
Yeah, I guess he was.
Maybe working a double shift
has made your memory a little foggy.
- We should do this at headquarters.
TONY: Good idea.
No.
Okay, look, I told Boxer not to do it.
You know, that he'd get in trouble.
But he's crazy.
- I mean, he wouldn't listen.
- Listen to what?
I had nothing to do
with taking that Ferrari.
- Hey.
- That's what this is about, right?
Just tell us what happened.
All right, about 1:00 last night,
this dude checks in,
hot car, even hotter babe.
And things were slow.
You know, we were the only two here.
So Boxer decides he's gonna
take the Ferrari out for a joyride,
figures the guy's not gonna
check out anytime soon.
- Boxer got arrested, right?
- No, he's dead.
- Shot.
- Shot?
Oh.
Wow, guess he wasn't exaggerating.
What are you talking about?
Boxer couldn't cut it
on his Navy salary.
You know, he worked nights here
to pay off this bookie.
- Does the bookie have a name?
- Yeah, he called him The Gimp.
VIJAY:
What? You don't have it?
Said he threatened to kill him,
but I didn't believe him.
- You sit tight.
VIJAY: How do you lose a Ferrari?
- Do you believe this?
- No.
Mr. Chaya?
- Are you with the hotel?
- NCIS. We're federal agents.
We have your Ferrari.
What are you doing with it?
Bullet number three.
You seem distracted, Mr. Palmer.
Oh, didn't get much sleep last night.
- Oh.
- Breena and I had our first fight.
Oh!
She changed her hair style,
she asked if I liked it,
- and I was honest.
- Not always the best policy.
- What do you think I should do?
- Uh...
I am the worst person to ask
about marital advice.
No, I am.
- You recover slugs?
- Yes, all three.
Twenty-twos, as is the weapon
found at the crime scene.
Mr. Palmer is about to take them up
to Abby for confirmation.
If he can stay awake long enough.
[CHUCKLES]
I heard about your namesake, L.J.
- No secrets around here.
- Heh.
You never mentioned
the original Leroy Jethro before.
Heh, but then, of course, there are
lots of things you've never mentioned.
Well, it's complicated.
He's a great guy, Duck.
- Montford Point Marine.
- First African-American Marines.
Served with great distinction.
Well, he's a humble man.
Never talked much about
what happened during the war.
When did you last see him?
Sophomore year, high school.
He, uh... He just left.
Something happened
between him and my dad.
And my bullheaded father,
he won't talk about it.
[SIGHS]
Have you tried to contact him?
I wrote him to congratulate him
when he was awarded the medal.
Never heard back.
Yeah, okay, I'm coming.
[SIGHS]
Kris Taylor?
Uh, no, he's not here.
- Is something wrong?
- Yes.
It is 3 p.m. And we just woke you up.
Do your parents know
what they're paying for?
We need to talk to Kris.
Can we come in?
Oh, okay, um...
- What's this all about?
- Mind if I look around?
No, I guess.
- What's your name?
- Alec Dell.
When was the last time
you saw Kris?
Uh, yesterday.
- He didn't spend the night here?
- No.
- What is this?
- It's a vacuum-pumped beer bong.
Heh, nice.
- Did, uh, Kris ever show you a gun?
- Uh, no.
Do you have any idea
where he might be now?
No. Uh, he left here bummed.
He, uh, found out he failed a midterm.
He was all panicked it was gonna
keep him from a top law school.
Hmm.
Well, if you hear from him,
please, give us a call.
[KEYPAD BEEPS]
[PHONE RINGING]
- Hello?
GIBBS [OVER PHONE]: Hey, Dad.
Jethro.
It's not Sunday.
Everything all right?
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Everything's good.
Um...
- You got a minute?
- Well, yeah, I got nothing but time.
- Hardly sleep anymore.
GIBBS: Heh, yeah.
Hey, uh, I ran across something today.
Are you aware that, uh, L.J.
Tried to pawn his Medal of Honor?
Dad, do you know anything
about that?
Nope.
You ever gonna tell me
what happened between you two?
I told you, never bring up his name.
McGEE: Kris Taylor, the brother,
has not been seen since yesterday.
He hasn't used his debit, credit card
or turned on his cell phone
in the last 24 hours.
Agent Dorneget's
staking out his dorm.
Can we connect him
to Petty Officer Boxer?
- Not yet.
- Could be road rage.
You know, Boxer took the Ferrari
out for a joyride.
Maybe he cut the kid off.
Check Metro and Homeland Security
surveillance video
for the route from the Adams House
to the scene.
Already put in the request.
[PHONE RINGS]
Hey, anything from that bookie
who was threatening Boxer?
Got a name. Joey Zambrano.
- Bring him in.
- Yeah, well, there's a slight problem.
Zambrano was busted by Metro Police
this morning on an unrelated charge.
We'll get him as soon as
they're finished.
That was Dorneget.
Kris Taylor just returned to his dorm.
Two of you, go on.
Let's go.
Hey, check with the VA.
Get me an address for L.J. Moore.
On it.
ABBY: I told you I would call you
when it's finished.
Yes, I will. Bye.
[GRUNTS]
- This guy bugs me.
- Who?
Mr. Vijay "I'm a Billionaire and I
Want my Car Back Right Now" Chaya.
- You find anything?
- Nothing related to the shooting.
But you can tell a lot
about someone from their car.
- Yeah?
ABBY: Yeah.
- We can bust this guy if we want to.
- Yeah?
Based on the contents of his ashtray,
he smokes Cuban cigars.
Abbs, it's not our problem.
He wears $3,000 Italian sunglasses
and has Justin Bieber on his hard drive.
Can't we arrest him for that?
Anything positive
to say about this guy?
Okay, he practices safe sex.
There's condoms in the glove box.
If that's all you got, Abbs,
release the car.
[KNOCKING ON DOOR]
Hi, Kris. We're Special Agents
David and DiNozzo.
TONY: Can we come in?
- Yeah, sure.
- Uh, what's this about?
- Did you talk to your sister?
- To your roommate?
- No.
We're investigating a shooting.
- What does that have to do with me?
ZIVA: The weapon.
It was registered to your sister
and she told us she gave it to you.
Yeah. Well, I mean, she did,
but I lost it.
- You lost it.
- My car was broken into.
- The gun was in the trunk.
- So you didn't lose it. It was stolen.
Did you report this stolen gun
to the police?
- No.
- Hey, Kris, you going somewhere?
- The Laundromat.
- Heh.
Not anymore. Turn around.
[PHONE RINGS]
JACKSON [ON MACHINE]:
It's Jackson. You know what to do.
[MACHINE BEEPS]
GIBBS [ON MACHINE]: Remember
when I called you from boot camp
and we got into a fight
and I hung up on you?
And then when I came home
just before I shipped out,
you read me the riot act. You told me
that a man does not do that.
Well, you should take
your own advice.
We need to talk.
[McGEE TYPING]
Got the security video
from Metro P.D.
Still waiting for Homeland's.
I haven't spotted the Ferrari yet.
Oh, boss?
Ah.
Thanks.
I don't know who he is. I swear.
- You've never seen him?
- No.
- Is he really dead?
- Yeah.
Shot with the gun that you admit
having, but claim was stolen.
Doesn't look good for you, Kris.
[TONY CLAPS]
I'm gonna ask you the question now.
This is the big question,
so put your big ears on.
Where were you Tuesday morning
between 1 and 2 a. M?
Uh...
Backpacking. Near Piney Branch.
I was pissed because I had flunked
a midterm and wanted to be alone.
Okay.
Good. Can anyone confirm
you were there?
I found a really remote
camping spot.
- Did you bring a cell phone with you?
- Yeah.
Great, because we can track that
and it puts you right there.
Just trying to help place you there.
[SIGHS]
I didn't wanna talk to anyone,
so I turned it off.
You turned it off?
I wanna believe him,
but, ugh, it doesn't look good.
Hmm.
TONY:
Let's try something else.
- You know him?
- No.
Look, I need to talk to my father.
He's a lawyer.
- All right, just a couple more questions.
KRIS: No.
Okay.
Have it your way.
Do we have enough to hold him?
Well, he doesn't have an alibi
and we can connect him to
the murder weapon, just not the victim.
It's a Gibbs call.
Anyone got a 20 on the boss?
Hi.
Leroy?
I didn't know if you'd recognize me.
[LAUGHING]
Oh, those blue eyes
haven't changed.
[LAUGHING]
Yeah, I retired from the post office
over 20 years ago.
Somehow my days are always filled.
- You married?
- Oh, I tried it a couple of times,
but it didn't work for me.
You know, it put a smile on my face
hearing that you joined the Corps.
Well, you had a lot to do
with that, L.J.
You were my hero long before
you got the Medal of Honor.
- Oh, heh.
- Yeah, lwo, Montford Point Marine.
Well, truth be told,
I wanted to be a Marine
because of that snazzy blue dress
uniform with those red stripes.
Real sharp.
[BOTH CHUCKLE]
Don't see a ring. Are you married?
Tried it a couple of times.
It didn't work for me either.
[LAUGHS]
Well, I guess we have more
in common than just our names.
Why'd you try to pawn
your Medal of Honor?
Well, it meant a lot to me
when I finally got it.
But I had no family to share it with.
And over the years
it was just collecting dust on the shelf.
When the lift broke down,
a lot of people couldn't go
in and out of the building.
And they didn't have the money
to fix it,
so I put the medal to good use.
You haven't asked about my father.
Well, you haven't said
anything about him.
- He alive?
GIBBS: Oh, yeah.
- He hasn't changed much.
- Hmm.
- He's still got the store.
- Hmm.
GIBBS:
Hmm.
Why'd you leave Stillwater?
Well, I'm sure your father and I
have different versions
about what happened.
- Why don't you ask him?
- I have. He won't talk about it.
A poker game is about to begin
and if I don't referee,
a fight is liable to break out.
If you need anything.
Well, it's been good catching up.
If you wanna talk...
[ELEVATOR DINGS]
You don't fit the profile
of a forensic scientist.
You work at a federal agency,
but you are obviously your own person.
- I admire that.
- Thanks.
Oh, my God, oh.
You were told
there was a murder in your car.
Yeah, I guess I just wasn't
prepared for all the blood.
I'll just have one of my people
pick it up.
Yeah, sorry.
Don't be. We got to meet.
You intrigue me, Abby.
Are you happy here?
Um...
Yes, very.
Why would you ask me that?
I could use someone like you
in my company.
To do what exactly?
How about we discuss it
over dinner?
There's a wonderful little bistro
in Saint Croix.
My jet's at Reagan.
It's fueled and ready to go.
We can make it in time for supper
on the beach.
Um...
I, uh...
Could you just sign this release
form, please, Mr. Chaya?
Don't look surprised to see me.
That beat-up old truck of yours
out front was a dead giveaway.
This milk's two days past
the expiration date.
GIBBS:
Why'd you drive down?
Because of that brazen message
you left on my machine.
You need to show a little more respect,
Jethro. I'm still your father.
And I told you never to bring
that man's name up again.
It's 40 years ago, Dad.
What happened between
you and L. J?
Some things are left better unsaid.
He was your best friend.
He was your business partner.
You named your only son after him.
I think that I deserve an explanation.
He killed your mother, Jethro.
Mom died of cancer.
She had cancer,
but that's not what killed her.
Yeah, I know what happened, Dad.
She took her own life.
- You knew?
- Yeah, Dad, I knew.
But I never told you.
You were only 14.
Why are you blaming L. J?
Your mother was in pain, Jethro.
She didn't wanna fight anymore.
She confided in L.J.
That she was gonna overdose.
He didn't stop her.
And he didn't tell me.
She had time left, Jethro,
and I wanted every minute of it.
He cheated us.
We deserved to have
that time with her.
That drive knocked me out.
I'm going to bed.
Gibbs has been MIA
since yesterday afternoon.
I texted and called last night.
I didn't hear anything.
There's nothing on the desk.
- You sure you don't know anything?
- No.
- Maybe there's a woman.
TONY: Heh.
I seriously doubt it.
- Be serious. Gibbs? The last...
- Ahem.
Oh, gum. Just...
Everything all right?
My dad showed up.
Ooh!
Wow.
Yeah, that can be annoying, dads.
Heh, I always think that there's...
Dead end with the bookie,
Zambrano.
Metro Police had him under
surveillance for over a week.
He's got an airtight alibi.
TONY:
Kris Taylor's still in lockup.
We can't hold him much longer
without charging him.
This may help.
Homeland cameras picked up the
Ferrari after it left the Adams House.
Now watch this.
Looks like a police motorcycle.
Well, well, well. Petty Officer Boxer
was being followed.
It's not a cop.
We're still trying to enhance the plate.
Check and see if Kris Taylor
has a motorcycle license.
Hey, Kris.
My father told me not to talk
to anyone without him present.
- Okay, then just listen.
- Special Agent Leroy Jethro Gibbs.
We know you have a Class-M
motorcycle license.
You got on your bike.
You followed Petty Officer Boxer
and you shot him.
I have a license,
but I don't have a bike.
That's not you?
That's my roommate
Alec's motorcycle.
Is that him?
It's his helmet and his jacket.
Did he know
you had the gun in your car?
- Yeah.
- Picking up the roommate, boss.
- Oh, hey, McGee.
- Hey.
Uh, boss, you have a visitor.
I don't dispute
what your father told you, Jethro.
I did know that your mother
was going to take her own life.
And I didn't stop her.
She couldn't bear the thought
of her husband and her young son
seeing her go through
months of debilitating agony.
I saw so much suffering
and death during the war.
I understood.
So, yes,
I looked the other way.
And my dad found out about it?
He suspected she told me.
I didn't lie when he confronted me.
We haven't spoken since.
So, what do you think? He was upset
because you didn't stop her,
or because she confided in you?
Probably both.
You have to understand something.
Your parents and I were very close.
In high school,
I was as much in love with her
as your father.
In that day, an interracial romance
was out of the question in Stillwater
and most everywhere else.
When I got back from the war,
I had to watch my best friend
marry the girl I loved.
Did Dad know
how you felt about Mom?
We never talked about it.
But he knew.
Your mother and I maintained
a special relationship
until the day she died.
With her gone
and him feeling the way
he did about me,
I packed up,
left the store
and Stillwater behind.
TONY:
Where the hell is he?
He's not in his dorm.
His motorcycle's gone.
Probably skipped
when we pulled in his roommate.
Well, he's not gonna get very far.
He's only got a $148.17
in his bank account.
I ran a matrix comparing
Alec Dell's cell phone calls,
texts and locations
against Petty Officer Boxer's.
The two have never communicated
and don't appear to have ever been
- at the same place at the same time.
- I don't think this is good.
- What did you order?
- It smells like sweet-and-sour yak.
- How's your moo goo gai pan?
- Oh, this is delicious.
- What is Mensa?
- It's a social organization.
Its members are in the top
2 percent of intelligence
as measured by IQ tests.
Well, this has to be wrong, because
Alec "Beer Bong" Dell is a member.
Really?
He is a senior majoring
in computer sciences.
Grew up in Cedar Rapids, lowa.
No criminal record.
This guy's really smart.
McGEE: Hey, come on.
- Hmm.
What are you doing?
Come on, come on. Give it back.
Tony, come on. Give me my food.
- Put down the food.
- Hey, frat boys.
- Give me my moo goo gai pan.
ZIVA: Stop.
I think I found a connection between
Alec Dell and Vijay Chaya.
Hmm.
Two summers ago
he interned at VCX FileShare.
Mm-hm,
that's Vijay Chaya's company.
[MUMMERS]
Down here in the basement, Jethro.
Where'd you get the Shopsmith?
Jackson.
- Time to end the feud.
- Why?
Nothing's changed.
Well, I know one thing for certain.
Ann wouldn't appreciate
the way we've been behaving.
All of us have one thing in common.
We all loved the same woman.
You're not getting any younger.
Figure it out.
I'm making dinner.
My God, you've gotten old.
[CHUCKLES]
[ELEVATOR DINGS]
- How'd it go with your father last night?
- No bloodshed.
- What have we got?
- A theory.
Dell thought he was killing Vijay Chaya
when he shot up the Ferrari.
What's his beef with Chaya?
Two summers ago,
Dell interned at Chaya's company.
While he was there, he pitched
an idea for a file-sharing application.
He was told it wasn't feasible,
but later Chaya had his attorneys
patent it in the company's name.
They think it'll generate
$100 million in profit.
Dell threatened to sue, but couldn't
get a lawyer to take his case.
It sounds like a slam dunk, but...
As a paid intern,
Dell had to sign an agreement
which included a clause that said
anything he developed while there
was intellectual property
of the corporation.
- Well, we got a motive. Find Dell.
- The guy's got an IQ of 148, boss.
If he wants to stay hidden,
it's gonna be hard to find him.
- Let's make him come to us.
- Why would he do that?
DUCKY [OVER PHONE]: Autopsy.
- Hey, Duck.
DUCKY [OVER PHONE]: Yeah.
- Need you up here.
DUCKY [OVER PHONE]:
I'll be right up.
I never denied
it was Alec Dell's idea,
but my lawyers assured me
I owe him nothing.
Well, legality aside,
in Mr. Dell's psychologically
disturbed mind, you deceived him.
You stole a piece of invaluable
intellectual property from him.
He sought vindication, but failed.
But then he sought revenge
when he attempted to take your life.
Dr. Mallard has profiled Alec Dell.
He wants you dead.
- Help us find him.
- How?
His life revolves around computers
and the Internet.
He's staying away from phones
or anything traceable,
but if he gets the right e-mail from you,
he might respond.
- What would I say?
- That he scared you.
That you got the message.
That you cheated him.
That you're gonna pay him
what he thinks he's owed.
Mr. Dell is broke. He's desperate.
He's gonna need money
to support himself on the run.
I took the liberty
of composing the e-mail.
I can forward it to you. All you have
to do is cut, paste and hit "send."
As a sign of good faith,
I'm gonna deposit a million dollars
into his checking account?
That's chump change for you.
- No, I'm not gonna do that.
GIBBS: Okay.
Spend the rest of your life
looking over your shoulder.
He's already tried to kill you once.
If we don't find him,
he's gonna find you.
That was taken an hour ago
in Greenup, Kentucky.
- Where?
- The Appalachian Mountains.
NSA did a satellite scan of the area.
Found his bike five miles
from Greenup.
GIBBS:
Good morning.
[HANDCUFF CLICKING]
I think going in the swimming pool
is a very good thing to do.
Anyway, you have a wonderful day.
You take care of yourself. All right.
JACKSON:
I'm heading home.
This medal's a great honor.
You risked your life for it.
Doesn't belong at a pawn shop.
Well, how did you get her
to give it to you?
I got a son who's a federal agent.
Sticks his nose
in other people's business.
He's very persuasive.
Besides, I paid back the loan.
Well, I haven't got the money
to repay you.
I know.
I always figured I shortchanged you
on the store 40 years ago.
Consider us even.
Thanks.
Well, I better hit the road.
I gotta get home before dark.
My night vision's not as good
as it used to be.
Ha-ha-ha.
I know what you're talking about.
Ever thought about coming
to Stillwater for a visit?
Nope.
- It changed much?
- Not really.
My folks' place still there?
It's been gussied up a little.
Do you want a ride?
Only if I drive.
- You were the worst.
- Me?
I'm not the one that totaled
your father's Studebaker.
[LAUGHING]
I'll pick you up in an hour.
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