NCIS (2003–…): Season 11, Episode 16 - Dressed to Kill - full transcript

What took you so long?

I was in bed. I was gonna sleep in.
It's Sunday morning.

When'd you get into town?

Yesterday.

"Yesterday". So, why didn't you call,
tell me you were coming?

What about a hug?

You look good.

Let's get a taxi.

What? Where are we going?

Brunch.
Great French bistro

over in Georgetown.

Well, I could've met you there.
Why did...? We could...

What are you up to?

I've got some great news.

Tell me.

Patience, Junior.

Wait till we get to the restaurant.

I don't think so.

- Dad, tell me.
- Sorry.

No problem.

Commander!

- You have a second?
- Not really. I'm running late.

NCIS. Got to ask you a question.

- Coming, Junior?
- Hold on.

I've got to...

Dad, stay there!

Back off, pal!

Easy.

What the hell's going on?

NCIS Season 11 Episode 16
Dressed to Kill 1.0

Synchro: Gaillots & Kujathemas.

Rereading: Bruno.

- All right. Done.
- Thanks, Tim.

When I've bagged that other hand,

we'll prepare him
for transportation.

If Mr. Palmer ever gets here.

- Did you find any I.D.?
- His pockets were curiously empty

except for these.

Keys.

Sorry it took so long,

I had to let Breena know I wouldn't be
able to join her parents for lunch.

We're all suffering
from Sunday Interruptus,

It just struck me as strange.

The stripes on his sleeve were
those of a lieutenant commander,

but the ones
embroidered on his visor

were full commander.

Who notices something like that?

Please, just give us a minute.

Sorry.

It was weird. He just didn't fit
the profile of a Navy officer, you know?

He came out of the hotel.
He didn't put his cover on. His shoes...

They were scuffed, not polished.

You know what? I think you're right,
Tony. I ran the victim's print.

- He's not in any military database.
- Hang on. Let's first find out

who he is and what he was doing

impersonating a Navy officer.

Hotel's cameras
aren't gonna be any help.

Could be a coincidence, but the whole
system crashed about an hour ago.

Rule number 39:
no such thing as a coincidence.

Go corral Tony's father, will you?

He is the only eyewitness
and needs to be isolated.

Every time he comes to...

I got there just in time
to see my son shoot the guy.

Excuse me. Mr. DiNozzo?

- You need to come with me.
- Where are we going?

You shouldn't be talking to anyone.

You the new agent that, uh,
Junior told me about?

Yes, Ellie Bishop.

- Are you okay?
- A bit shaken.

It's not every day you see
someone shot by your own son.

That must have been terrifying.

Junior's description
didn't do you justice.

Thank you. All right, Mr. DiNozzo...

Coyle's going to head up
the IG investigation?

Sure looks like it.

- Any witnesses?
- Just one.

My father.

Messy.

I knew Junior carried a gun,

but I never...

realized that his job
was so dangerous.

- He could've been killed.
- But he wasn't.

The other man died.

I need you to concentrate.

Think back.

Who drew their gun first?

I honestly don't know.

When I got there,

the gun was pointed at me.

- Did the victim say anything?
- No, I don't think so.

And your son just... shot him?

- But...
- But what?

Oh, Junior had
the gun pointed at him.

I thought you said
the gun was pointed at you.

You're trying to confuse me, huh?

No, I'm not, Mr. DiNozzo.

I'm trying to find the truth.

I talked to the hotel's I.T. guy.

Someone accessed their server
from outside the building

and crashed
all their security cameras.

They're still not up.

We'd go back to the hotel and show
the bogus commander's photo around.

Somebody must've seen him.

DiNozzo, you are benched
until you're cleared by the IG.

The IG.
Speak of the devil.

You're up, DiNozzo.

You look tired.

Ah, it's been a difficult morning.

Ichabod Crane says
I can't leave town.

I hope he doesn't mind
if I go back to the hotel.

Come on, Mr. DiNozzo.
I'll drive you.

Oh, that'd be nice.

Wait, wait, wait, wait!

Look at this outfit.

It was Sunday. I was at church.
How are you?

- How about a hug?
- It's my specialty.

Oh, I'm feeling better already.

You here for a reason?

We'll catch up later.

Yes. Where's Tony?
I can't wait to tell him what I found.

- What?
- I ran the dead guy's prints

through AFIS and I got a hit.

- And Tony's head is going to explode.
- Why?

He's a private investigator.

Tony's gonna be doing
bad Bogart impressions for a week.

Do not tell Tony.

He'll know.
As soon as he hears the name.

It's not just anybody.

It's Nick Bodeen.

He was the infamous
private investigator

of all the rich and powerful.

What was he doing in a Navy uniform?

How much longer is this gonna take?

As long as I think necessary.

What is your problem?

- What more do you want?
- You were off-duty.

And fired at a man
who didn't fire at you.

- This isn't going to just go away.
- It was justified.

Because the guy was an impostor.

And you knew that
because the stripes on his sleeve

didn't match the scrambled eggs
on his hat?

I'm a trained investigator.
I observe things.

And based on that,
you drew your weapon...

I drew my weapon

because he drew his first.

Then I have a problem.

The only witness

still alive, your own father,

wasn't sure
that it happened that way.

Great.

What did he say?

Dad...

looks great.

'Cause he's got the DiNozzo genes.

But... his memory is not
what it used to be.

He's getting older.

Do I need to go over the restrictions
of being on administrative duty?

You're enjoying this a little too much,
aren't you, Eugene?

Just doing my job.

You make me feel guilty, Jake.

Ask your brother.
Maybe he wants to go.

I have no idea how late I'll be.

I'll call you when I know more.

Love you, too.

Standing your husband up?

We have tickets
to the Kennedy Center tonight.

Bought them three months ago.

Yeah, I just had
to explain to Delilah

why I can't make her the dinner
I promised her tonight.

Okay. Let me hear it.

Bodeen's a real loser.

Guy had a real rise and fall.
He was a Metro cop,

quickly became a detective,
then turned private investigator.

He became first choice
among influential

lobbyists and lawyers.

But Bodeen's methods
were always suspect,

and caught up with him
when he was prosecuted

for wiretapping
in a corporate espionage case.

Escaped with a hung jury.

There's a rumor, never proven,
that he bought one of the jurors.

After that scandal,
he became a pariah.

Lost the big accounts
and pretty much dropped out of sight.

Until this morning.

McGee, find me a judge
who will issue a warrant

to search Bodeen's residence
and office.

Boss, it's Sunday.

On it.

Hey, how'd it go with Coyle?

That guy's a total dork.
Anything on the dead guy?

- We're working on it.
- Where's my dad?

I took him back to the Adams House.

Yeah, I'll be right down.

I've always been fascinated
by private detectives.

I would venture that's
because you've been influenced

by the great literary
British detectives.

Sherlock Holmes, Jane Marple.
They were all intelligent.

Cultured.

Articulate, refined.

Not shady and unethical.

Like this hustler.

This miscreant.

I like Ace Ventura.

- Who?
- The Pet Detective.

Anyone that helps animals is
at the top of my detective list.

I thought you said that Bodeen
did not fire his weapon at Tony.

There is a bullet missing
from his gun's magazine.

And we did a GSR test.

Yes, and based on the amount
of residue on his right hand,

Bodeen fired his weapon
quite recently.

- When?
- Like...

this morning.

What is he up to?
I've been calling my father's cell.

He's not answering.
It goes straight to voice mail.

- Try the hotel.
- I did.

They said he's not registered there.
He never... was.

Why would he tell me
he was staying at the Adams House?

I just dropped him off there.
There's got to be a simple explanation.

- You don't know him.
- He seems very sweet.

And concerned about you.

Don't be seduced by his charm.

He's self-centered.
He's a one-man wrecking crew.

He leaves disaster in his wake.

Come on. You're exaggerating.

He can be difficult.

Go back to the Adams House.

The victim's weapon
was fired this morning.

He was exiting the hotel
just before he was shot.

You go back there, and you conduct
a room-to-room search.

Am I allowed to take backup?

You're not going anywhere.

Did you get that list
from housekeeping?

Yeah. There are 11 rooms
with "do not disturb" signs

- that the staff hasn't entered today.
- Two on this floor.

What if we don't find anything?

Then we have to search
all 424 rooms at this hotel.

We'll be here all night.

I'm gonna have
one very unhappy husband.

That's Tony's father.

Who's he with?

After you.

- Thanks.
- Let's get you comfortable.

Do we tell Tony?

No. Experience has told me
it is best

not to get involved
in DiNozzo family affairs.

Come on.

Preliminary autopsy report.

Let me guess. He was shot.
Put it on Gibbs' desk.

Red jack on a black queen.

Who'd be calling on a Sunday night?

I'm gonna get it.

Special Agent McGee's desk.

Hold on.

I will make sure that he knows.

Thanks.

- What was that about?
- That was the court clerk.

The judge just signed
the search warrant

for Nick Bodeen's residence
and offices.

What are you talking about,
Nick Bodeen?

Tony, don't you know who you shot?

That was Nick Bodeen,
the private eye.

Federal agents.

I think we really disturbed
that last couple.

Yeah. Looked like they hadn't been out
of the room in days.

Wouldn't want to be the housekeeper
who has to clean up that mess.

Hello?

Wouldn't want to have
to clean up that mess, either.

Time of death, between 9:30
and 10:00 this morning.

That's consistent with Bodeen's
confrontation with Tony out front.

- We know that was at 9:50.
- Two separate shootings on a Sunday.

That's a record for us.

Contents of the wallet
say he's Michael Elliot,

but he checked into the hotel
under an alias.

I'll bag the pillow,

but do I have to collect
all the feathers?

She's a probie.

Besides, Tony did
a whole lot worse to me.

Michael Walden Elliot

was born in Montpelier, Vermont.

He graduated magna cum laude
from Brown University

four years ago,
then got his master's

at the McCourt School
of Public Policy at Georgetown.

He's worked on the staff of U.S.
Senator Denise O'Hara ever since.

I like her.
She's smart, well-respected,

a ranking member of the Senate
Appropriations Committee.

But I guess you already know that.

Though not the part
about how I like her.

Michael Elliot was single
and lived alone in Dupont Circle.

The hotel front desk
only issued one card key,

and there was no forced entry.
Therefore, he must have let Bodeen in.

Charades.
Why the Navy uniform?

- Any connection between these two?
- I've got the warrant.

I'm going to Bodeen's office.
Maybe I can find something.

I'll do a matrix of their cell phone,
e-mails, credit cards,

- see if their paths crossed.
- Where is DiNozzo?

He was trying to hook up
with his father.

Gibbs said you have
something for me.

Yes, I do.

I told him that I wanted
to show you myself.

To prove to you that Agent
DiNozzo's instinct was correct.

What is with you people?
I'm not the enemy.

I'm conducting a mandatory,

agent-involved-shooting
investigation.

Well, I don't like it
when people mess with my team.

Follow me.

The bullet on the right

is the one that killed
Michael Elliot in his hotel room.

The bullet on the left,

I test-fired
into my ballistics tank.

It's from Bodeen's gun,
the same gun he pointed at Tony.

And they match.

Agent DiNozzo did not have
that knowledge.

All he was going on was
a mismatched Navy uniform.

You just don't get it.

Bodeen is the bad guy,

not Tony.

Leave my lab.
We're done here.

Put the piece away, would you?

Tony, what the hell
are you doing here?

- Who even told you about Bodeen?
- Chillax. Shut the door.

You know, if Gibbs finds out
about this, you're screwed.

He'll only find out if you tell him.

- How'd you get in?
- Picked the lock.

It's no problem, right?

We got a warrant.

Come on, kid.

We're talking about Nick Bodeen.

A regular Sam Spade.

This guy, great private dick.

Rubbed elbows
with the rich and powerful

from all around the world.

Sort of a classic
Warner Brothers set deck, you know,

noir atmosphere.

Yeah, except it's all phony.
It's fake, just like him.

Would you take that hat off?

When Bodeen was on his game,
it was a great life.

Until it all came
crashing down around him.

I wonder how he paid his rent.

He didn't.
Unpaid bills.

He was three months late.

Well, if you're gonna be here,

might as well take some pictures.

His keys. Excellent.

I was looking for these.

This is the only door
I couldn't open.

Pin and tumbler lock.
Heavy duty...

Pick and bump-proof.

What?

Check this out.

Look at all this surveillance,

eavesdropping equipment.

I feel like Gene Hackman
in The Conversation.

This thing has six quad-core
processors in it.

What does that mean?

If you want to hack
into a hotel's security system,

this would be what you want.

I spoke with Senator
O'Hara's chief of staff.

Their office is in total shock,

but he cleared time for you
to meet with her.

So who's the officer
we're meeting with?

Commander Lionel Saxon.
He works at the Pentagon.

Called in, said he has information

regarding Michael Elliot.
I brought him up here.

That's all right, isn't it?

Commander, Special Agent Gibbs.

You asked to see me?

Yes, I did.

Please, have a seat.

When I heard about Michael Elliot's

murder, I thought
I should contact you.

- How do you know him?
- I don't.

I got a call from him
Friday at my office.

He sounded nervous.

Didn't want to talk on the phone
or come to the Pentagon.

Wouldn't meet in public.

Suggested a room at the Adams House.

- Any idea what he wanted to talk about?
- None.

I thought about it.

The only connection I can think of

is that I helped prepare
a report for a committee

that his boss,
Senator O'Hara chairs.

But I never dealt
with or met Elliot.

What was the subject of the report?

I assessed the strategic
military value

of several U.S. Navy
ports of call in Asia.

Did you go to the hotel
to meet him, Commander?

But there was a commotion
in front when I arrived.

I had trouble getting in.

I didn't learn until later
that it was your investigation.

- What time was that?
- I was supposed to meet him at 10:00,

but I was a few minutes late.

When I got to the room,
I knocked, but no one answered.

There was a "do not disturb" sign
on the door.

I waited anyway.

About 15 minutes, then left.

I really don't know any more,

- but I thought I should tell you.
- Appreciate it.

If you think of anything else,
Commander, give us a call, huh?

- Can I ask you something?
- Sure.

The man killed
in front of the hotel,

he was a naval officer?

He was impersonating one.

Are the two deaths connected?

Kind of looking that way.

You think he was impersonating me?

Any luck?

I've tried every combination:

you know, his birthday,
Social Security number,

address, phone number.
Nothing's working.

Well, we'll...
I'll get it back to Abby.

She'll be able to get it open.

Gibbs say he was gonna
join you here?

Mr. Bodeen?

- I'll handle this.
- Wait... no.

Can I help you?

I talked to you
on the phone last week.

Of course.

Your voice is...
Remind me, Miss...

Allen. Liz Allen.

And we were talking about...

I think my husband's having
an affair.

Unbelievable.

Guy would have to be nuts
to cheat on a dame like you.

Hold up.

That's one of my operatives.

Excuse me.

Who are you?

Federal officer, NCIS.
I'd like to ask you a few questions.

Dad, where have you been?

I'll explain...

Meet me in the hotel bar.

Afternoon.

Special Agents Gibbs and Bishop.

Yes, the senator is expecting you.

Let me tell her you've arrived.

The NCIS agents are here.

Yes, ma'am.

She'll be right with you.

Why don't you have a seat?

You all right, Jennifer?

Not really.

It's been a tough morning.

Michael Elliot
was a very special person.

You close to him?

We started working here
at about the same time.

Agents,

Will Pritchard,
Chief of Staff. Come on in.

The senator is due
at a subcommittee meeting,

but insisted on making time for you.

Why would someone shoot Michael?

- It doesn't make any sense.
- You notice any changes in him lately?

- Anything bothering him?
- To be truthful,

I didn't deal directly
with him that much, but Will did.

Good kid,
followed through on everything.

Great with detail.

Excuse me. We'll be leaving in a minute.
Thank you. Don't worry.

Did he work on any sensitive
or classified issues?

Mostly he just worked
with constituents from the state

who had requests or problems.

We'll need access
to his office computer and files.

Absolutely. Will?

Would you please call Jennifer?

May I ask, do you have any suspects?

We do.

Do you know if Michael Elliot

had any connection to a man
named Nick Bodeen?

The private investigator?

Come on. You're not serious.
I mean,

no, there's no way

that an intelligent young man
like Michael Elliot

would have anything to do with such

a disreputable character.

I'm sorry, you'll have to excuse us.
The senator is late

for a committee meeting.

Keep me posted, Agent Gibbs.

And if you have any more questions,
don't hesitate to call.

Would you please help these agents?

Make sure
that they've everything they need.

Yes, ma'am.

Junior.

Where have you been?
Why didn't you answer your phone?

- I've been busy.
- Busy?

- Where are you staying?
- Here, at the hotel.

You're not registered.

- I'm staying with a friend.
- Who?

In due time, Junior, in due time.

You need a drink.

I don't.
What the hell is going on with you?

- I'm worried about you.
- You're worried about me?

I'm worried about you.

You're the one
that shot a man yesterday.

You could've been killed, Junior.

I'm fine.

Look, Dad, that is part of my job.

Maybe it's time you thought
about getting another career.

Don't change the subject.
Now,

what are you doing in Washington?

Come clean with me.

What's this great news
that you were gonna

tell me about
before we were interrupted?

You call shooting a man
an "interruption"?

Dad.

I found my soul mate.

I'm getting married.

This is interesting.

What?

- Are you talking to me?
- You said something.

I did?

Out loud?

What do you got?

Senator O'Hara's staff
has been focused on a budget cut bill

that would close
several U.S. ports of call in Asia.

Now, Commander Saxon
told us he was asked

to prepare a report assessing
the military value

of several Asian ports of call
visited by U.S. Navy ships.

Makes sense. You wouldn't wanna close
one of strategic importance.

Think that's what Michael Elliot wanted
to talk to the commander about?

It could be.
The bill is to be voted on this week.

Commander Saxon said
Elliot sounded desperate.

- You find your father?
- Oh, yeah.

Where was he?

He's staying
at the Adams House Hotel.

He's in a room registered
to his fianc?e.

He's getting married?

It's not like we haven't been through
that a few times before.

Did you meet your future stepmom?

Do you know anything about her?

Drives me crazy.

He's just...

Who's like that?

Wants me to meet her first.

What's that face?

What do you know, Bishop?

No, why would I know anything?

Yeah, Abs, I'll be right down.

Don't be stupid, probie.

I can make your life miserable.

Just ask McGee.

We saw your father
at the hotel with a woman.

- And?
- And...

- She's very beautiful.
- And?

Very young.

She's very... pregnant.

I'm almost in.
You getting anywhere?

All of Bodeen's clients' names
and records are encrypted.

There's also a ton of audio files,
but they're unreadable.

Take a break. Come here.
I could use your help.

Put these on.

All right.
Now, when you hear a click,

pull up on the handle.

All right.

.357 Magnum.

It's loaded.

And the serial number's
been filed off.

It's a cheap prepaid burn phone.

Eureka.

"Royal Bank of Macao".

Holy Macao, McGee.

That's curious.

- How much is there?
- Just under $48,000.

Probably was 50.

There were some bills missing
from the packs.

- Why Macao?
- Maybe Bodeen is a gambler.

That's what the place is known for.

It surpassed Vegas as the gambling
capital of the world years ago.

- Hey, you gonna get that?
- No.

- Well, then turn it off.
- It's my father.

Trying to set up
a dinner for tonight

so that I can meet
my future stepmother.

Get a hold of State Department.

- See if he's ever been to Macao.
- Okay.

Bodeen's been to Macao.

Who told you about Bodeen?

Eugene.

Loose lips on that guy.

How do you know
Bodeen's been to Macao?

How would I know that?

- What?
- Remember the pictures in his office?

And then you put them on the plasma.

And then I was like,
"Hey, look at that".

Remember?

'Cause I was like...
Put those pictures back up there again.

'Cause I said to him: "Those...

Look at the detail".

That one right there.
Make that one bigger. Make it bigger.

"Nick, thanks for a great job.
Calvin Ling,

Macao, 2011."

Find out who Calvin Ling is.

DiNozzo, good job.

Thank you, Boss.

I'm in the basement.

I brought you a bottle of Scotch.

Thanks for seeing me.

What's on your mind?

Junior and I have hit a...

another rough patch.

- You think?
- You've been more

of a father to him
than I have in the last 12 years.

He respects you,

values your advice.

Cheers.

It thought that we were finally
at a point of connecting.

I'm in the best place
I've been in for 30 years.

And I want him to be
a part of it, and now,

I can't even get him on the phone.

So what would you like me to do?

I'd appreciate it very much

if you'd talk to him.

He'll listen to you.

What do you want me to say?

That you're marrying a girl young enough
to be your granddaughter?

And you got her pregnant?
How do you expect him to react to that?

- What are you talking about?
- You were spotted

at the hotel
with your pregnant fianc?e.

That was Taylor,

my fianc?e's daughter.

We wanted to announce our engagement
to our kids at the same time.

That's why we're in Washington.

You better straighten it out.
Call him.

Straight to voice mail.

We're up.
Morning, Boss.

What if I told you that we could
tie Bodeen to Senator O'Hara?

You telling me?

This is the burn phone
we found in Bodeen's safe.

In the last several weeks,
he made 17 calls

to a cell phone
registered to O'Hara.

Tell me about him.

Calvin Ling, 46.

Was born in Hong Kong
but now resides in Macao.

A street hustler who made
his fortune gambling before he was 25.

He invested well. Has substantial
holdings throughout Asia,

including controlling
interest in a casino.

More pertinent to our investigation,
Ling owns a service company

that sells fuel and supplies
to U.S. Navy vessels

in several Asian ports.

If Senator O'Hara's committee
eliminates those ports,

Ling stands to lose a fortune.

Find out how strategic the ports are
that Ling services for us.

Bishop, get a hold
of Commander Saxon.

Could the money in Bodeen's safe
have been to buy influence with O'Hara?

She took a bribe,

Michael Elliot found out about it,

but was killed by Bodeen
before he could blow the whistle.

Well, we better be right
if we're gonna accuse

one of the most powerful women
on the Hill of bribery.

Mr. Elliot, you missed
your massage this morning.

I'm sorry.
I've got a lot on my mind right now.

That's why you need a massage.

I'm sorry.
I am going to have to charge you.

- What am I listening to?
- I finally decrypted

our private eye's audio files.

What a sleazeball.

The guy was wiretapping,
like, half of Washington.

If he was still alive, we could
put him away for like 1,000 years.

He was recording Michael Elliot's calls
for a couple weeks.

But this is the one
you need to hear.

I work for Senator Denise O'Hara.

I need to talk to you,
Commander Saxon.

- It's real important.
- What did you say your name was?

- Michael Elliot.
- What's this about?

- I don't want to talk on the phone.
- I'll be in my office Monday morning.

No, no, I'm not going to the Pentagon.
It needs to be somewhere private.

Elliot sounded totally paranoid.

He had every right to be.
He's dead.

All right, where do you live?
I'll come to you.

I moved out of my apartment.
I'm staying at the Adams House.

Room 502.

I can't do it tomorrow, but I can
meet you Sunday morning. 10:00?

- What do you look like?
- I'll be in commander's uniform.

That's the reason Bodeen
was wearing the uniform.

Got there 15 minutes early
to silence him.

On the left is a page from

Commander Saxon's report strategically
ranking the Navy ports of call in Asia.

These three ports had service
by Calvin Ling's company.

On the right is the report
as it appears in the Senate bill

- to be voted on this afternoon.
- Someone altered the report.

Moved Ling's ports up on the list.

The governor called.
I've been issued a reprieve.

Here's my preliminary report.

Evidence indicates Agent DiNozzo

acted within agency guidelines.

Thank you, Eugene.

He can be put back in the field...

once he passes a psych evaluation.

Not exactly a given.

- You talk to your father last night?
- No, I turned off my phone.

Showed up at my apartment. I pretended
not to be there. Bring me up to speed?

Still can't work this case.

Go talk to your dad.

Now.

McGee,
time to go see Senator O'Hara.

Where you been?
Why haven't you answered your phone?

That's my line.

Sit down.

Dad, why don't you just tell me
what you have to tell me.

Let's get it over with.
We can both move on with our lives.

I've refrained from telling you
who I'm going to marry because

I was afraid of how you'd react.

Maybe,

because you've known her
all your life.

Don't know how that could be.

From what I understand,
she's younger than me.

You were misinformed.

I'm...

marrying Linda Turner.

She's my godmother.

Your mother's best friend.

Sorority sister,
maid of honor at our wedding...

So how did this happen?

Hamilton died last year, and...

I reached out to console Linda,
and...

we rekindled our friendship.

"Rekindled your friendship"?
What's that supposed to mean?

Did you have an affair with her
when Mom was still alive?

That's exactly...

what I was afraid you'd think.

No, I didn't, Tony.

The vote should be over by 4:30.

We have a press conference
scheduled for 5:15,

so you'll make the evening news.

- Senator O'Hara. You have a minute?
- No, not really, Agent Gibbs.

- I'm rushing to a vote.
- I know.

Is there someplace
I can talk to you privately?

Anything that you need to talk
to the senator about includes me.

We have ballistic and wiretap evidence
that proves conclusively

that Nick Bodeen murdered
your staff member, Michael Elliot.

We've also traced
several calls Bodeen

made to a cell phone
registered to your office.

No, no.
That can't be right.

Why would any member of my staff
be dealing with Bodeen?

Whose phone did he call?

Just know it's registered
to your office.

Almost everyone on our staff
carries a second phone,

provided by the office
for Senate business.

McGee, dial the number.

A Pentagon report,
prepared by Commander Saxon,

was altered.

Did she have access to it?

All my mail...

All my correspondence
goes through Jennifer.

Did you know Nick Bodeen?

I need to talk to a lawyer.

I have asked to delay the vote
on the port-closure bill

due to the arrest
of one of my staff members

by NCIS and Capitol Police.

And, under the circumstances,

I am reviewing my membership
on this committee

as well as my future in the Senate.

Got it. Thanks.

That was Capitol Police.
They found 25,000

U.S. dollars in Royal Bank of Macao
straps at Jennifer Morrison's apartment.

- Anything else?
- Pictures of her and Bodeen in Macao,

plus his fingerprints and his DNA.

So when we met Jennifer,

those tears weren't for Michael Elliot.
They were for her dead boyfriend.

Police requested that we transfer all
the evidence we have on Bodeen to them.

Yeah. Do it.

Come on.
Give me a hand.

You meet with your father's fianc?e?

Look, if he was marrying
anyone else, I wouldn't care.

I just feel like I'm betraying

my mother.

Linda was her best friend.

Well, maybe he feels
the same way, DiNozzo.

That's why he wants your approval.

Oh, my God.

My gosh, with all this craziness,
didn't think I was gonna get to see you.

Last time I saw you, you had

a face full of braces and you were

playing with, like,
a Cabbage Patch Kid.

And now I am having one of my own.

- What do you think about them?
- I think

- It's weird.
- Exactly what I thought...

until I saw them together.

It's real. And sweet.

They're in love.

Does your mom know
what she's in for?

- She does.
- Junior!

Thank God you're here.

I was afraid you weren't gonna show.

- She looks great, doesn't she?
- Well...

Thank you.

Where's my mother?

Still packing.

That's what I thought.
I know how to move her along.

I've had years of practice.

It's good to see you.

You'll have to teach him that trick.

You're a piece of work.

Listen, I want to apologize

for acting like a jerk, because Linda's
a wonderful woman and you two

deserve to be happy.

You're all right with this, then?

Of course I am.

And more importantly...

I know Mom would approve.

That's what I needed to hear.

So here's what I'm thinking:

you jump on a later plane,

and we all go out

and have a little family dinner.

I love you, Tony.

I love you.