NCIS (2003–…): Season 12, Episode 2 - Kill the Messenger - full transcript

- It's a great day, huh?
- I know.

Yeah.

Oh, hey, sweetie, look.

It's the presidential
helicopter.

Oh, cool.
Yeah.

Do you think Sasha and Malia
are in there?

I bet they are.

Hmm?
Sure.

Here, let's
get a picture.

Right there.

I got the Washington Monument
in the background.

I cannot believe we got
a picture of the helicopter.

I know!

Hold on. Wait.
What...?

Let me get a picture of you.
Okay.

Okay, so let's see...

How's that?

Go down a little bit.

We got 20 minutes till
the White House tour.

I don't want
to be late.

Okay, okay.

Got it? Perfect.

Okay, come on.
Huh? Looks good.

Hey, what's that?
Huh?

Let's see.

It's a hat.
Yeah.

It's a naval officer's hat.

Cool.

Sweetheart, why don't you stand
over there, okay?

Oh, wait, you want
another picture? Here.

No, no, no. No, it's okay.

Just stand over there, sweetie.

Okay.

♪ NCIS 12x02 ♪
Kill the Messenger
Original Air Date on September 30, 2014

== sync, corrected by elderman ==
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You gonna keep
it as a souvenir?

Oh, yeah.

I've got the perfect
place for it.

Nice.

Mm-hmm.

Hey. We didn't want
to wait for you.

I put your boy Sergei
Mishnev up on the wall.

Oh.

You okay, Tim?

Yeah, I'm just tired.

Didn't get a lot of sleep last night.
Oh?

I'll tell you, maintaining
a long-distance relationship

is really tough.
With Delilah in Dubai,

her daytime is my nighttime
and vice versa.

We had a one-hour video chat
this morning.

3:00 a.m., my time.

I'm exhausted.

Exhausted, huh?

So how intimate are your calls?

More than just faces on-screen?

Whose mind goes there?
Seriously.

I'll tell you who,

a guy who's single at the moment
and would appreciate

any kind of face time.

Let's go, single guy.

Dead Navy officer
on the Ellipse.

There have been five muggings in
the area in the past two weeks.

Yeah, I heard it
on the news.

Up until now, no one's been
hurt, let alone killed.

We've been calling the perp
“the Polite Mugger.”

Even though
he held a knife on them,

all the victims commented on how
courteous and apologetic he was.

They describe him?

Young, male, Caucasian.

Wearing a backpack.
Nothing more than that.

Think they were staring
at the knife and not his face.

We do have a photograph

of him fleeing one
of the thefts, but...

it is useless.
Why?

It was taken by a tourist
near the Vietnam Memorial.

Unfortunately, it only
shows the back of his head.

I'd get it to NCIS.

We got a forensic scientist
there that works miracles.

Doubt there's much
he can do with it.

She.

Okay.

I'll get it to her.

Boss...

fingerprint scan
matches the I.D.

Lieutenant Commander
Edward “Ned” Wallace.

He's assigned to the Pentagon.

His wallet's missing,
and there's a tan line

on his wrist
suggesting a missing watch.

What do you got, Duck?

He's been dead about two hours.

A little after 8:00.

These stab wounds suggest
a large knife.

Oh, and, uh, defensive wounds
on both his hands

show me that he put up
quite a fight.

Looks like a mugging gone bad.

I asked National Park Service
and Metro

for any video surveillance
they have of the area.

Unfortunately, trees

block the view
in the immediate vicinity.

It's coming
from the evidence box.

It's the victim's.

Answer it.

Blocked.

Secured.

Answer it!

Hello.

You first. Who's this?

Come on.

Stop being a wiseass.
Who is this?

Uh, yes, sir.

Hold on a second.

Uh, you better take this, boss.
It's the president.

Of the United States.

Of America.

You see the president?
Oh, yeah.

Was the commander
a friend of his?

He shadowed POTUS
for four years.

He was a presidential aide

during the first term--
they hit it off.

Commander Wallace still played
in a pickup basketball game

at the White House
every Saturday morning.

He called the
president last night.

Wanted to know if he could have
a couple of minutes

to talk to him about something.

I can't believe
I called POTUS a wiseass.

Excuse me.
I have to take this.

This is Vance.

The president was free for
breakfast, told him to stop by.

When Wallace didn't show, the
president called his cell phone.

Did he know what Wallace wanted
to talk about?

No.
Something's come up.

I'm gonna have to leave.
Keep me posted.

What do we know about Wallace?

Lieutenant Commander
Ned Wallace was born

in Greenwich, Connecticut.
Pricey.

Graduated from Annapolis.
Married, no children.

He left the White House
last year and was

Assistant Director of Policy
and Plans for the Navy

- at the Pentagon.
- He's from a Navy family.

Third generation. Grandfather
was an admiral in WWII.

You tell the president
we suspect it was a mugging?

He still wants
to be kept in the loop.

Hey, Abbs.

Hey, Bishop. What do you
think about these shoes?

Uh...

I could never
pull those off,

but you could
totally rock them.

Hi.

Oh, Abby,
this is Sergeant Moore.

Is there something wrong?

No, just admiring
your, uh, tattoo.

Oh. Yeah.

Wow. Nice ink.

Is that a Dutch Shore?

Yep. Did this, too.

It's beautiful.

He's the best-- his design...

and his detail.

Sorry, Bishop.

I'm sure this doesn't
interest you at all.

Why would you say that?

How do you know
I don't have a tat?

Okay. Show us.

Oh, uh, show Abby
the photograph.

Mm-hmm.

Tourist took this shot of
the suspect here in the red hat

running away from
the Mall last week.

We use FBI forensics.
But so far, with no one injured,

the thefts haven't been
a high priority,

so they haven't
gotten around to, uh,

analyzing it yet.

There's a distorted
reflection of the guy

on the granite wall.

Could you get me
the original digital file?

I think so.

I think I can
do something with it.

Where's my husband's body?
Here.

With our medical examiner.

When can I see him?

I'll have Dr. Mallard
contact you when he's through.

Your husband was on his way to
see the president this morning.

Do you know why?
No.

He didn't
say anything to you

before he left the house?

I... haven't seen Ned
in a couple of weeks.

We were living apart.
Uh, just a trial separation.

I'm staying in the house,
and he was on his yacht.

His yacht?

Uh, where would that be?

The Washington Channel.

Just south of the Mall.

It's an easy walk
to the White House.

Your husband's wallet
was missing

and, apparently, a watch.

Do you know what kind he wore?

Um... he has several.

If he was wearing his
grandfather's Patek Philippe,

it's worth a fortune.

Has a yacht
in the marina

and wears a priceless watch.

You don't get those things
on a Navy salary.

He was raised
in Greenwich, Connecticut.

So is there family money?

Trust fund?

His maternal grandmother
was an heiress.

Silver mines.

You and the commander
ever go for counseling?

No.

W-We both agreed
that we needed more space,

but, no, we were working things
out on our own.

Then this happens.

The murder weapon appears
to be a tactical knife

with a six- or seven-inch
serrated blade.

The angle of the thrusts
indicate that the mugger

was about the same height
as our victim.

And as the wounds are
on the right side,

most likely,
he was left-handed.

Anything else?
No, unfortunately,

my patient is not
telling us any more.

Jethro, when you got up
this morning,

did you ever imagine
you'd be meeting

with the President
of the United States?

Hey, Leon. Don't have
anything for you yet.

Oh, I didn't expect
you would.

I came down
to see Dr. Mallard

about another matter.

Okay. Fill you in
when we got something.

- Dr. Mallard...
- Hmm?

I'd like to ask you...

Would you mind taking
a look at this for me?

She said they need a little
space to work things out.

I believe her.
Oh, come on.

Her husband was
brutally attacked

and she didn't even
seem that upset.

She was in shock. People react
differently to tragic news.

This was a mugging.

You're the one that always
suspects the spouse.

Especially when big
money's involved.

I studied her eyes.
The eyes don't lie.

What if I told you
there was another woman?

I checked Commander
Wallace's cell phone records.

His call to the White House
followed several calls

he received from
a Courtney Reed.

The first was from
an office extension

at the management consulting
firm where she works,

Colford-Webb.

Two others were from
her cell phone.

I'll see if I can
locate her cell.

You background her?

Not yet.
What about Colford-Webb?

I know them.
I dealt with them at NSA.

It's a DC-based company.

Provides technology and
security services,

primarily to
government agencies.

It was founded by...
Richard Colford,

former CIA.

Interesting.

Well, Courtney Reed's
phone is turned off.

I'll bet they were
having an affair,

and Mrs. Wallace
found out about it.

Whoa. Slow down, McGee.

Find out a little bit more
about Ms. Reed

before we jump to conclusions.

McGee.

McGee. I need you to run down
a local address for me.

Sure, let me grab a pen.

Abby is incredible.

Yeah.
I thought the tourist's

photo was useless, but

she's a magician.
Now you can

clearly see the face
in the reflection.

She ran the image
against facial recognition,

got a hit from
his New Mexico I.D.--

Nicholas Dunne.

I mean, she's just...
acts so cool,

like she does this every day.
She does.

Never met
anyone like her.

Who's she talking to?

One of your agents upstairs.

Gotta ask you something.

No, she's not married.

She's not dating anybody.

How'd you know I was...

Wild guess.

Our suspect is a student
at John Hamilton University,

he lives in the dorm,

and McGee has
an address for you.

Nicholas Dunne?

Yes, sir.

Special Agent Gibbs,
Special Agent McGee.

We'd like to ask you
a few questions.

Sure. About what?

Muggings on the National Mall.

Doubt I can help you.

I got to get back to practice.
Yeah, well...

practice is gonna
have to wait.

Why do you want
to talk to me?

We've got a photograph of you
fleeing a mugging

near the Vietnam Memorial
last Friday,

wearing this backpack.

You mind if we search it?

Yeah... yeah, I do.

You need probable cause.

I don't think
you meet that threshold.

You a law student?

Criminology major.
Ah, good. Well, today,

you're gonna get
a practical education,

see how the system really
works, firsthand-- come on.

Where?

Washington Navy Yard.

I don't know anything.

And why are Navy cops
investigating?

A lieutenant commander
was killed this morning.

With a knife
like the one used

in all the other
robberies.

Whoa. Killed?

You've got
the wrong guy.

We'll talk about it.
No, wait...

Look, I may have taken
some money and stuff off people,

but I wouldn't Hurst a soul,
a-and I can prove it.

You want to look in my backpack?
Go ahead.

You confessing
to the robberies?

Boss.

He might be
telling the truth.

Gibbs.
Yeah.

Downstairs.

Got a call from
the White House.

The president
wanted an update.

I had to tell him we don't
have anything yet.

Yeah, well...

we're holding a suspect
for the muggings,

says he's got an alibi...

for Commander Wallace's
stabbing.

We're checking it out.
You want some?

No, not for me.

Everything okay?

Said you wanted tok.

Not about the...

the president's call, is it?

Mm.

A week ago, I go in for a
routine physical, feeling fine.

Now they want to
run more tests.

Yeah? What's wrong?

A chest X-ray showed that...

there are spots on my lungs.

What's your doctor
say about that?

He's waiting for the rests

of a CAT scan
that I'm taking tomorrow.

I'll know more then.

He give a guess?

Lymphoma.

An advanced stage.

I'm scared, Gibbs.

Yeah.

Anybody would be.

I, um...

I showed the X-rays
to Dr. Mallard.

He tried to downplay it,
but when I pressed him,

he admitted it
didn't look good.

It's Kayla and Jared that I'm
really worried about, Gibbs.

They've been through
so much already and I...

I miss my wife.
I miss Jackie.

She was so strong.
Leon...

She...
Leon...?

You gotta stay positive.

It's crazy, Gibbs.

I always knew that
there was a chance

that I might die
a violent death.

Hell, I've come close.

I never thought that...

frigging spots on my lungs

would be the things
that would get me.

Nicholas Dunne's alibi

for yesterday morning's
murder was solid.

However, he confessed
to the other muggings.

He sign a statement?

Hey.

We're not gonna do
all your work for you.

Where is he?

Holding cell.
I'll take you.

Wait, wait, wait, wait,
wait, wait, wait, wait.

Hi.

Hey.
Abby.

I-I heard you were
in the building, so...

uh, so...

I could totally take him.

Yeah, uh, yeah,
go for it.

Come on, Burt.

So where are we?

Well, either there's
another mugger out there,

or Wallace was murdered

and it was made to look
like the previous crimes.

Why? Give me a motive.

Ah...

just as I suspected.

Wallace and his wife have
a pre-nuptial agreement.

What do you expect?
The guy's got a lot of money.

With the commander's death,

his wife is going to be
an extremely rich woman.

If divorced,
Mrs. Wallace would receive

a fraction of what
she's gonna get now.

Tim.

She said they were
working things out.

Hey...

Who is that?

Former Navy Lieutenant
Courtney Reed.

The woman who called
Commander Wallace.

Mm-hmm.
They go way back.

Uh, they were midshipmen
together at Annapolis.

- Talk to her.
- I tried.

She's not at her apartment,

her cell's off.

I phoned her office,
but she called in sick.

Find her.
Put out a BOLO.

Already did, boss.

Got the warrant to search
Commander Wallace's yacht.

Why are you still here, then?

Well, we were
waiting for you.

Take her.

Excellent.

Let's do it.

Go to the Pentagon.

Talk to Wallace's C.O.

If you think about it,
science is amazing.

I mean, video phone sex.

You and Jake ever...
Wow!

You have no boundaries.

Come on,
I'm messing with you.

Did you miss the sexual
harassment seminar?

Every year.
Yeah.

This is it.

I've thought about
living on a boat before.

It's kind of romantic.

Mmm, not for me,
but Jake would love it.

Well, maybe it's a guy thing.

I need a bigger bathroom.

And a yard.

What do you want
with a yard?

That's a lot of work.

You sound like Jake.

I sound like Jake?

We got into more
arguments this summer

while we were
looking at houses.

It's like we were
totally out of sync.

I think that's just called
“being married.”

Out of sync, huh?

How 'bout the big question?

Rug rats. Kids.

I hope that's another question
you don't expect me to answer.

I think he was entertaining
other women on this boat.

He hid pictures
of his wife.

This her?

Yes, ma'am.

Well, there's definitely been
another lady aboard.

What makes you say that?

Come here.

Hair tie.

Women with long
hair use them.

I keep them everywhere.

My house, car,
desk drawer at the office.

I mean, I'm constantly
losing them.

Wallace's wife has short hair.

She wouldn't need one.

And this...

shampoo...

brings out
blonde highlights.

Clearly not Mrs. Wallace's.

Hmm.
Long hair, blonde.

You just described yourself.

Or Courtney Reed.
Mm!

You're getting good
at this, probie.

Hmm. An affair?

I'm thinking
the missing woman

was the cause for the
Wallaces' separation.

Ah. You're beginning
to sound like McGee.

Hey, boss.

Hey.

How'd it go with
Commander Wallace's C.O.?

Well, he can't think of a reason
why anyone would kill him.

Wallace wasn't read into
any top-secret documents

In the C.O.'s experience,
Wallace was a good officer

who was a well-liked guy.

He know Wallace and
his wife had separated?

No, and he never heard the name
“Courtney Reed”.

You gonna get that?

I'll deal with it later.

Ah! Food!

Thank you.
I'm starving.

Oh, thank you
for working through lunch, Abby.

You find anything interesting
on Commander Wallace's computer?

An e-mail from his lawyer.
What did the e-mail say?

It's a draft
of divorce papers.

Really? The missus said they
were working things out.

Where's my garden burger?

Oh, it is right here

on...

a gluten-free bun.

Damn!

Was I fooled by
those gorgeous lying eyes?

Hey, you think McGee was right?

Trish Wallace
is after the money?

Hey, uh, did any of
the prints we lifted

from the boat
match Courtney Reed?

Yeah, a bunch of
them were hers.

She spent a lot of time there.

Eat up, Bishop. We're going

to Courtney Reed's apartment.
Yeah, McGee?

Okay, so, Sergeant Moore...
Mm-hmm.

the park police officer--
oh, my God, so cute, right?

Uh, yeah. Duh.

- Oh.
- Change of plans.

We're going to MTAC.
Uh, why? What's up?

Got a hit on our BOLO.

One of our units found Courtney
Reed's vehicle submerged

in the river early this morning.

Went through a barrier
and down an embankment.

Evidence suggests
the driver lost control.

Her body wasn't in the car?

Nope.
Side window was smashed.

Divers found her purse
and cell phone.

So, she got out,

but the current probably
took her body downstream.

That would explain why
she didn't answer her phone

or use a credit card.

We're dragging the river
and searching the banks.

Could take days to find her.

Did you search
her apartment?

Have a unit there right now.
Nothing.

What's NCIS's interest
in Miss Reed?

We're investigating the death
of a Navy officer.

We believe she was
the last person to talk to him.

How'd your Navy guy die?

Stabbed to death
near the White House.

What's the connection?

A thoracic surgeon reviewed
the CAT scan I had today,

and consulted with colleagues.

And they all agree.

“It looks like lymphoma.”

But they can't be 100% sure.

No.

So, I go to the hospital
tomorrow for surgery.

They have to
go into my lungs

to obtain tissue
for a biopsy.

Yes. They'll-they'll do
a bronchoscopy

and a... thoracotomy.

It's the only way to be definitive.
Hmm.

Surgeon didn't
pull any punches.

He asked me if I had
my life in order.

And do you?

No.

Since Jackie's death,
I haven't been able to

focus.

I haven't redone my will.

Nor have I made any provision
for the care of the children.

Courtney called in sick
yesterday.

It didn't sound that serious.

When she didn't come in
this morning or call,

I phoned, but got no answer.

It's strange because Courtney 's
a very conscientious employee.

It's not like her
to be irresponsible.

How long has she worked
for you, Mr. Tolson?

About six years.

She joined us just after
she got out of the Navy.

Courtney's a systems analyst.

With her military background,
our clients love her.

You do a lot of government work.
Almost exclusively.

DOD, NSA, CIA-- basically,
all the intelligence agencies.

Excuse me, gentlemen.

I heard NCIS was
in the building.

What's up?

Richard Colford,
our founder and CEO.

Special Agents Gibbs
and McGee.

Pleasure.

Welcome.
Hello.

They're concerned
about Courtney Reed.

She seems to be missing.

Missing?!

Yeah, her car was found
by local authorities

submerged in a
Harford County river.

They haven't found her body,
but they're still searching.

Courtney ever mention

a Lieutenant
Commander Ned Wallace?

Not that I can remember.

We need access
to Miss Reed's office

and whatever else
she was working on.

How does her work here relate

to a car accident?

We're not sure it
was an accident.

Really?

I assure you, Agent Gibbs,

we'll cooperate with NCIS.

But we have to get the proper
clearances, permissions.

We don't want to violate
any federal secrecy laws.

Understood.

Is this the Vance residence?

I missed you, Dad.
Hey, Jared.

What did you bring us?
Oh, that's it, huh, Kayla?

You just get right to it, huh?

Why don't you give me
a hug first?

Oh, I missed you.
Hey, you. Me, too.

Now, you know your father

wouldn't have gone to Chicago
without bringing back some--

Frango mints.

What about me?
What about you?

You didn't think I'd forget
about you, did you?

These... are very old...

Ah!
and they're very special to me.

Wow! Cool!

Ew, they smell!

That's from hard work.

Hard work stinks.

Yes, it does.

Mmm! Mine smell good.

No, no, no,
not till after we eat.

Now, you two go wash up.
Give me the mints.

Thanks, Daddy.
Come on!

Let's wash our hands, Jared.

Come on, move out of the way...

Mmm.

So, I did good?

You did.

Yes?

Send her in, Pamela.
Thank you.

Lara, thank you
for coming.

No problem, Mister V.

When you asked me
to come to your office

and didn't tell my why...

I have to confess,
it's got me worried.

Did I do something wrong
with the children?

No, no, no, just the opposite.

You've-you've been
wonderful with them.

Uh, please.

Actually, I haven't
told you enough

just how much I truly appreciate
all you've done for my family.

Then, uh... why am I here?

I have to go into
the hospital tomorrow,

for a couple days,

and I need you
to take care of the kids.

Sure.

I'm having exploratory surgery.

It's a lung biopsy.

That sounds serious.

It could be.

What are you going to
tell Kayla and Jared?

Nothing at this time.

I-I hate lying to 'em,

but I can't put 'em
through anything more.

I understand.

So... tonight, I will tell them

that I have been called away,
out of town,

on business, for a day or two.

Don't worry.

You know, the kids
will be all right.

And so will you.

Morning, Mrs. Wallace.

This room looks
a lot less friendly

than the one we met in last time.
Well...

don't read anything into it.

Have a seat.

Is our conversation
going to be recorded?

Yes.

You told us you and your
husband were separated,

but working things out.

Then you are not aware

that he hired a lawyer
to draft divorce papers.

Where'd you get this?

Your marital problems seem

to have been
a little more serious

than you led us to believe.

What does this have to do

with my husband being attacked?

Do you know
who Courtney Reed is?

I know the name.

She's an old girlfriend
of Ned's.

They met at Annapolis.

Why are you asking?

They were seeing each other.

Your husband was a very
wealthy man, Mrs. Wallace.

And we know that you signed
a pre-nuptial agreement.

Yeah.

If you were divorced
before your husband's death,

you'd receive a fraction
of what you're gonna get now.

Tell me, the morning of
your husband's murder,

where were you?

You think I had something
to do with Ned's death?

I am not saying any more
without a lawyer present.

I'm leaving.

I'll show you out.

Hey, Francis.

Hey. How's it going?
Fine.

Can I ask you
a question, Bishop?

Sure.

You enjoy working for Gibbs?

I mean, I heard he's tough,
real hard-ass.

He's standing right behind me,
isn't he?

Yeah.

Don't you have someplace
else to be, Francis?

Yes, sir.

Bishop...

Hmm?

You called me.

Yeah. Uh...

So we knew Courtney Reed

wasn't using her
credit cards.

On a hunch , I checked
Commander Wallace's usage

over the last few days.

Now, on the night
before his murder,

he booked an Annapolis
motel room

for a “Regina Lampert”"

Regina Lampert?

You know her?
Yeah.

Well, it's an alias, boss.

How do you know that?

The 1963 film classic Charade,

directed by Stanley Donen,

starring Cary Grant
and Audrey Hepburn.

Audrey Hepburn's character's
name was “Regina Lampert.”

Hmm.

Uh, I called the motel,

and a woman using that name

and fitting Courtney
Reed's description,

checked into her
hotel room two nights ago.

- Hmm.
- So she faked her own death?

You think she and the wife
could be in on it together?

The wife say something?

No, no, she's lawyering up.

Uh, McGee's escorting her
downstairs.

Delilah, on the video chat.

Oh, my God!

You're very naked!

Uh, sorry.

Teach you not to answer

other people's phones, DiNozzo.

Get McGee.

Go to the motel.

Get over it, McGee.

It was just a flash.

Exactly what was
she flashing?

What did you see?

Enough to know you're
a very lucky dude, McGee.

Let's leave it at that.

I'll talk to the manager
and get a key.

Tony.
McGee, can you just leave it alone?

No, Tony, that's her.

Oh. Miss Reed, NCIS!

NCIS!
Stop!

Go wide!

Excuse me. Excuse me.
Look out!

Hey! Fool!

Get her, McGee!

No! Don't! Stop!

Come on... come here...
No! No! Let me go!

No! No!

Wow.
No! Please!

Call the police!

We are the police.

Help!

If you calm down,
we can take the cuffs off.

But you have
to behave.

Look, I don't believe
you are who you say you are.

Badges and I.D.'s can be faked.

I know who's after me.

Who's after you,
Miss Reed?

I'm not going anywhere
with you, okay?

I'm not leaving a public area.

We found your car
submerged in a river

in Harford County, Maryland.

How'd you get to the motel room?

Your partner doesn't
get it, does he?

I'm not telling
you guys anything.

We know you called
Lieutenant Commander Wallace

and we know he booked
your motel room for you.

You know about Ned?

No. No, no, no.

He told me not
to talk to anyone,

or tell anyone about anything,
and I'm not going to.

He's dead.

I don't believe you.

Would you like a moment?

Mm-hmm.

He never got to see
the president.

No.

You and the commander
were close.

He was getting divorced.

We were going to get married.

Colford-Webb has access
to tens of thousands

of highly classified
government documents.

I discovered their computer
system had a critical flaw

which potentially
could expose

those documents
to the public.

Their firewall has a false door

that any hacker
worth his salt could get into.

I went to my immediate
superior, Bryce Tolson.

Mr. Tolson just wanted to

make the fix and cover it up.

If data was compromised,

the scope of what Colford-Webb
had access to could make

WikiLeaks and Edward Snowden
pale in comparison.

She's right.

Which is why I went above Tolson

to the CEO, Richard Colford.

He seemed concerned

and he assured me that
he would get on it,

but nothing was done.

If it ever became
public knowledge,

it would cost the company
billions of dollars

in government contracts
and destroy its reputation.

I started
getting paranoid.

Tolson was excluding me
from meetings.

He took away my access
to internal files.

I... I thought
I was being followed.

I think that's when
I made a tragic mistake.

What was that?

I called Ned
from my office phone.

It must have
been bugged.

That's what
got him killed.

What did Commander Wallace say?

He suggested that I hide
at my parents' cabin

and not talk to
anyone until he phoned.

I was on my way there
when a car ran me off the road.

You get a look at it?

No.

It was pitch dark, I...

I almost drowned.

I don't even remember getting
out of the car, I was just...

The... the current
dragged me downstream and I...

I struggled to
get on the bank.

Exhausted,
I got to the farmhouse

and I called Ned
and he set me up

at the motel room and...

he told me that
he would call me there,

after he spoke
to the president.

Told you it wasn't the wife.

Haven't lost my touch.

Tolson.

You're
left-handed.

Special Agent Gibbs.

Any luck finding Courtney?

Oh, yeah.

I... I'm so,
I'm so sorry.

I'm so, so sorry.

It was a terrible mistake.

No, you're right, you're right.

It never should've happened.

Who's he talking to?

Delilah.

You're kidding.

No.

She was devastated.

He called to apologize.

Hm. You put him up to it?

Nope.

I understand how you must feel.

But I...

Delilah's one of those people

you don't want to get
on her bad side.

Ooh.

Sounds like you've been there.

Oh, yeah.

I understand.

Loud and clear.

I have
learned my lesson, Delilah.

Yeah.

Hey, Tim's right here.

You want to talk to him?

Okay. I'll...

I'll tell him.

Whew!

Glad that's over.

She said she'll...

call you later.

We know what that means.

See, you didn't learn
your lesson at all.

No.

He'll never change.

Hey, guys.

Hey.
Hi.

Anybody seen Gibbs?
Uh... no.

Hey, you go out with
the park ranger yet?

No.
Why not?

I can't put my finger on it.

Something just...

Maybe he's too good-looking.

Maybe that's my problem.

But you are gonna
go out with him, aren't you?

Yeah.

Is something going on here
that I don't know about,

because Gibbs and Ducky
are usually here by now,

and I can't find
either one of them.

Dr. Olson, Dialysis.

Dr. Olson, Dialysis.

Hi, Kayla.
Where's my father?

They just moved him from
recovery to a private room.

Do you know anything yet?

Dr. Mallard's talking
to the surgeon right now.

Please be good news.

He's going to be fine.

Really?

There's... there's nothing
wrong with him?

No, Kayla, nothing serious.

What is it?

Well, the biopsy revealed

the spots on your father's lungs

are not lymphoma,
but rather sarcoidosis.

It's a viral condition

that mimics cancer
on CAT scans and X-rays.

So it's not cancer.

No.

Thank God.

It require treatment?

In most cases, no.

So... can I see him?

Daddy?

Kayla, why aren't
you in school?

She overheard me

talking to Dr. Mallard
on the phone last night.

I thought she
was asleep.

You should have told me.

I'm the woman of the house now.

I'm strong,

like Mom was.

Did you tell your brother?

No, he's too young.

I didn't think
he could handle it.

You are your mother.

Hey.

Hey, you.

How you feeling?

Mmm... a little sore from...

from where they cut into me.

But I'm... I'm relieved.

You are gonna have
to take it easy for a while.

Yeah, you better, Daddy.

I'll check in on him.
Make sure he does.

He gives me any trouble,
I'll let you know.

Okay.

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