NCIS (2003–…): Season 13, Episode 19 - Reasonable Doubts - full transcript

(Panting anxiously)

Thank god you're here.

Okay. Okay.

She shot her husband.
He's dead.

All right, ma'am,
where's the shooter?

(Gasping):
In the house, I think.

Officer:
Okay, stay here.

Listen to me,
stay here.

Stay here, okay?

We got a call
from the homeowner.

She locked herself
in the bathroom.

Said a woman
shot her husband.

All right. Stay with her.

Police!

Police!

Woman:
I'm-I'm in here!

Okay, open
the door slowly.

Woman: Okay.

(Whimpers, gasps)

Easy.

Right there.

(Gasps)
She's still here?

She shot my husband!

She said you did it.

(Exhaling)

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(phone ringing)

What?

What's the matter?

Getting a call from myself.

Hmm. Answer it.
See what you want.

Hello?

Oh, I'm sorry.

I must have grabbed it by
mistake

when I was on my way out.

I'll bring it to you, okay?

Great.

Grabbed Delilah's
phone by mistake.

This could be
a disaster.

Well, think positive.

You get to see who calls her.

Yeah, but the problem is
she might see who calls me.

You hiding something, Tim?

Gotta go to the Pentagon.
Be right back.

Look who I found
in the lobby.

Hi, Mr. d.

Eleanor.

You look great.

Thank you.

Hey, dad. What are you doing
here so early?

It's Tuesday.
Our standing lunch.

Yeah. Lunch is
at 1:00 P.M.

Oh, well, I didn't have
anything to do this morning,

so I thought I'd come by early
and see if I can help you guys.

(Chuckling):
Oh. Help?

I need a project.

I got a friend of mine in
New York, uh, cubby kirschner.

You remember him?

Uh-huh. That doorman
at 86th street.

Yeah, right.

He retired.

And, uh, now he's a volunteer
for the 20th precinct.

He mans the desk in the lobby,

takes calls,
does filing.

I thought maybe I could do
something like that around here.

(Chuckling):
Oh, you did, huh?

Well, how about that.

Not really
the same thing though,

'cause this isn't
a police department.

This is a federal agency.

There's a lot of
secret-- top-secret,

classified stuff,
security clearances...

Uh, Tim?

What do you think?

Um, I'm not sure,
Mr. DiNozzo, but I gotta go.

Hold on, McGee.

We got a body at pax river.

Let's go.

Chief, you want a project?

Yeah.

I could use some help
tonight, in my basement.

Got a job.

Two-man job on a boat.

I'll be there.

I'll walk you out.

Listen, we got to talk,
so if I get back in time

we'll still meet
for lunch, all right?

Okay, junior.

Officer:
We've had a little trouble

keeping them from scratching
each other's eyes out.

Who are they?

That's the victim's wife.

We found her locked in the
bathroom when we got here,

afraid the other one
was gonna kill her.

Who is that?

That is, uh...

A very, close personal
friend of Jennings.

Mistress?

Well, I'm guessing.

But, uh, we found her
out here on the front lawn.

The crazy thing is,
that, uh...

They both claim they saw the
other one do the shooting.

(Camera shutter clicking)

DiNozzo. Bishop.

Test both those
women for gsr.

Both: All right.

What do we got?

McGee:
Plaster dust.

And what looks like
a bullet hole up there.

Let me get a ladder.

Ducky: Time of death
is between 8:30 and 9:00.

Which is consistent with
the calls the women made to 911

and the security company.

Yeah, there are
two gunshot wounds:

One to the chest,
one to the head.

But there are
no defensive wounds.

I'd venture that he was sitting
in his chair,

and he turned to
face his attacker.

Me?! You're gonna test me?!

I told you.

She shot her husband
in cold blood!

That is a lie!

I loved Laurence.
I would never hurt him.

Why did you
have to kill him?

This is gonna
be a messy one.

Operator: This is 911.
What is your emergency?

Joann:
There's been a shooting.

I think he's dead.

Operator:
What's your location?

That was joann allman.

The mistress.

Call came in
at 8:58 A.M.

Security operator:
DC home security patrol.

Is this an emergency?

Angelina:
My husband's been shot!

Security operator:
Who am I speaking to?

That was Angelina Jennings,
the wife, at 8:59.

Calls were made
30 seconds apart.

What do we know
about the husband?

Born and raised in
Springfield, Massachusetts.

He worked for a couple of
newspapers in Manhattan

before becoming a civilian
writer for Navy publications.

Been at naval air station pax
river the last two-plus years.

What's his access level?

Lowest. "Confidential."

The folder in his apartment
contained press releases.

McGee: Married his high school
sweetheart, Angelina Giovanni.

She's a certified
nursing assistant,

but she's
currently unemployed.

What about the
other woman?

Oh, well,
joann allman.

Hails from Baltimore,
my old beat.

Graduated from the unaccredited
chesapeake school of law.

Bounced around
a couple of firms,

was practicing on her own,

till she was suspended recently
for, and I quote,

"a pervasive pattern of
professional misconduct."

Talk to them.

I'm gonna take the mistress.

Something about her
seems guilty.

Hmm. Don't you always
suspect the spouse?

Usually, but...

(Groans)

Okay. I'll take the wife.

I guess I'll follow up
on the murder weapon.

I suspected for a while
my husband was cheating.

And, three days ago,
i caught him in a lie.

He tried to deny it.
(Chuckle)

We got in a huge fight

and I moved out.

I've been staying in a motel.

Laurence called me
a couple days ago.

He told me he finally
told his wife about us.

He had been
promising to do it.

How'd she take it?

What do you think?

Tell me about this morning.

I was at the gym.

Laurence called me
around 7:00.

He said...

Angelina wasn't handling the
situation very well.

She was making
violent threats.

I told him when
i finish my work out,

I would...
I would come by.

Laurence called.

Waking me up.

What time?

At 7:00, I think.

He said he was really
sorry and he loved me.

(Shuddering breath) And he was
gonna call that woman

and tell her that it
was over between them.

When I got to the house,
she was already there.

As I was walking up
to the front door...

I heard shouting.

When I went inside,
i found Angelina

holding a gun
on Laurence,

and I begged her
to put it down...

...but she shot him.

And she moved
closer and...

She fired again.

Then she turned the gun on me.

She was out of her mind.

She was screaming
at Laurence.

If she couldn't
have him,

then she wasn't gonna
let him come home to me.

She pulled the trigger.

T-twice I think and, um...

Then she started
in my direction and...

...and i-i was just
trying to defend myself.

She was gonna shoot me,

so I grabbed her arm and...

We struggled.

And the gun went off.

How'd you get away?

I don't know,
it was such a blur.

The gun dropped to the floor
and i-i don't know,

somehow I got outside.

I locked myself in the bathroom
and i-i speed-dialed...

The alarm company.

(Sighs)

What happens next?

We're just starting
our investigation.

We have a lot
of work to do.

Well, um... can I,
can I go home?

Uh, no, not to your house.

It's still a crime scene.

We're gonna keep you here

while we finish
processing the evidence.

Should I be hiring a lawyer?

I need to make a call.

Yeah, you do,

because of course you can't
represent yourself,

'cause your
license is suspended.

The shot to Jennings' chest
was devastating.

It tore through his aorta

and lodged between the
t-4 and t-5 vertebrae,

severing his spinal cord.

But that was not enough

for the shooter.

She moved in for
the head shot.

Yes. There was soot
around this wound,

indicating that it was
fired at very close range.

This wound to the chest
had no such residue.

Anything else?

Yes. We found fibers

in the clotted blood
around this wound.

Mr. Palmer's taking
them up to to Abby

along with the slugs.

Does that famous gut
of yours have an opinion?

Scorned wife
or jilted lover?

Ah, it's too early, duck.

My gut's overrated.

Don't you believe
that for a moment.

Jennings' blood work
looks pretty normal,

except his cholesterol's
a little high.

Were you able to identify
the fuzzy little fiber?
Polyester.

Any more specific?
Can you narrow it down?

I will get to it, Jimmy.

Sorry.

So far this morning,

I have run ballistics
on the slugs,

fingerprints on
the murder weapon,

gsr on the
suspect's hands,

and blood tests
from the autopsy, and now

I'm going through
every single file

on the victim's
computer, and...

I'm only one person.

You're right.

I'm sorry.

I'm leaving.

(Whispers):
Be careful.
I heard that .

What do you want?

Nothing. I just wanted
to tell you that

the gun was
registered to Jennings.

Thank you.

Bought it six years ago.

Gun shop in New York.
It's legal.

Makes sense.

His fingerprints
were on the gun, but

so were both women's.

I really enjoy
our lunches, junior,

but you shouldn't
always pay.

Dad, I have a job,
you don't.

Don't remind me.

Retirement isn't all
it's cracked up to be.

I was hoping I could
help out around the office.

Listen...

I'm sure you'll
find something.

It doesn't have
to be work.

What about that flyer we saw
in the lobby of your building.

Something about water aerobics
at the senior center?

You promised
you'd try that.

Oh, I did.

How'd it go?

I-i got a rash.

Ugh. Where?

My dermatologist said

the chlorine was
damaging my complexion.

(Sighs)
Look, there's...

Excuse me.

Dad, I've been looking
all over for you.

Oh. Do I have a sister
i don't know about?

Don't joke, junior.

There's obviously
something wrong with her.

You've mistaken me
for someone else.

There's so much
i have to tell you.

Here you go.

Here's a little,
uh, something.

Get... get yourself
something to eat.

Dad...

...please don't leave me.

Come on.

Thought I'd check in
before I go home.

Which of the two women did you
decide to charge for the murder?

Oh, we don't know yet.

State's attorney's
office called.

Wants an update. I told him
you had an eyewitness.

We got two.

They're accusing each other.

That's interesting.

Either one better for it?

Well, Leon, we have
varying opinions.

I think the mistress.

I think the wife.

I'm somewhere
in the middle.

The wife says
she was at a motel

before the murder and the
mistress said she was at a gym.

Cell phone tower logs
confirm both stories are true.

The mistress is
a suspended lawyer

who practiced
on the edges of the law.

Neighbors told me

the wife was
constantly attacking

and berating her husband, who
they say was the nicest guy.

Nicest guy who
cheats on his wife.

What about gsr tests?

Well, both of them had
gun residue on their hands,

but they both said they
struggled for the gun.

So, you see
where we are?

Sounds like either one
of them could be guilty...

Or innocent.

A little higher, chief.

Pressure it.

Ah, right there.
Got it.

Okay.

Good.

So, is DC
working out for you?

Oh, I've had to
make some adjustments.

But it's been so good for me
living close to junior.

It's been good
for him, too.

He sure looks forward
to your Tuesday lunches.

The strangest thing
happened this afternoon.

When we came out
of the restaurant,

this, uh, homeless woman
came up and grabbed me.

She thought I was
her father.

There's a lot of homeless
people, chief,

who suffer from
mental problems.

Yeah, well, what
bothers me is...

She wasn't that old.

It's so sad.

I could have
a daughter her age.

There was something
in her eyes, Gibbs.

I don't know why,
but I'm feeling guilty

that I just turned
and walked away.

She appeared so lost.

Well, you said you were
looking for a project.

Yeah.

Go find her.

(Scoffs)

You serious?

You got something
better to do?

Hold your horses.

Oh, thank god
you haven't left yet.

We need your help.

We?

Yeah.

Hi.

What is she doing here?

She has a name.

Susan.

She needs our help.

Watch your step.

Careful.

Susan,
this is Tony.

You saw him
yesterday.

This is his apartment.

Oh.

It's very nice.

Thank you, Susan.

Mmm!

Huh.

Is there a reason
you brought her here?

Oh, she's so confused.

She can't remember
her last name.

Maybe she has family
who can help her.

I still don't
understand, dad.

You're a federal agent.

You find out
things about people.

(Susan playing
simple melody on piano)

Susan...

That's beautiful.

You play piano.

You're the one who
made me take lessons.

She still thinks
that I'm her father.

(Chuckling): Oh, yeah.
I got that.

Okay.

This is crazy.

You can't do this.
You can't just bring

a homeless person

into my apartment.

Is something burning?

(Both sniff)

Oh! My bagel.

(Groans)

(Groans)

Hot, hot, hot,
hot, hot, hot!

(Crashing in distance)

Dad?

Sorry, sorry.

I thought I could
find some I.D. In her stuff.

What is that?

My bird seed.

Dad...

Something wrong?

Everything okay with
you and Delilah?

Yeah.
Yeah, why?

You seemed worried yesterday

about her getting
your calls.

Are you hiding
something from her?

I kind of am. I'm...

I'm expecting a call
from a jeweler.

Been looking at
diamond rings.

Tim... (Laughs)

Hey, McGee.

Hey, boss.

Pulled Jennings'
bank records.

He lived paycheck
to paycheck

until last year,
when he deposited

over $500,000 into
two separate accounts.

Two different banks.

Where's the money
come from?

We're still
checking it out.

And where did it go?

Both accounts have
been depleted.

Money is always
a good motive for murder.

Nice of you
to show up, DiNozzo.

Yes, well, I was in my own
personal hell this morning.

My father showed up...

At my apartment
with a woman.

What, a socialite
this time?

Heiress?

Homeless.

My father brought

a straight-off-the-street
bag lady into my apartment.

Rusty old shopping
cart and all.

And dad said that it
was your idea, Gibbs?

I'm glad he found her.

She still at your place?

No.

I got dad the name
of a shelter

and I put the both
of them into an uber.

Nice shoes.

Thanks.

Size ten?

Nine and a half.

And I bet you got
a whole lot more at home.

You really need those?

Mr. DiNozzo.

Dad.

I was afraid you left.

No, I told you I'd wait.

(Quiet laugh)

Susan.

Take a seat.

We'll be right back.

We just provide shelter

and food here
on a temporary basis.

It's obvious Susan
needs medical attention.

Oh, I agree.

She, um, she seems
so weak... disoriented.

We have a physician's assistant
who volunteers here.

She's making rounds now.

I'll have her
take a look at Susan.

Oh, that'd be great.
Thanks.

It would help if
we had her full name.

We might get access
to her medical records.

How do we get that?

Well, if she gives us
permission,

we can take her fingerprints
and have the police run them.

But it usually takes weeks and
it's not a priority for them.

Give me the prints.

I've got connections.

(Knocking on door)

Gibbs:
Lieutenant Paul.

Special agents Gibbs
and McGee.

This is about
Laurence Jennings.

I'm still in shock.

I knew something was wrong
when he didn't come in
yesterday morning.

So, this is
Jennings' office.

Yeah.

He was supposed to
put out an article

on a new daycare center
opening up on the base.

Started it at home but only
got halfway through, so...

I gotta finish it.

Good thing he
put it in the cloud.

What can you
tell us about him?

Nice guy.

Did his job.
Very competent.

Did he ever have
any problems with anyone?

No, not here.
He was really well liked.

What about at home?

Yeah...

Thought that might get resolved
when he hit it big but...

How's that?

He had five numbers
in the lottery last year.

Took home almost a half
a million bucks, after taxes.

How many people
he tell about that?

Not many.

Maryland's one of
the few states

that allows winners
to remain anonymous.

That's why he got
involved with the lawyer.

Joann allman.

Yeah. You win that much money,
you need advice.

Kind of feel guilty. I was the
one that introduced him to her.

Were they having an affair?

That was the scuttlebutt.

Abby:
I'm trying to identify a fiber

I found on a victim.

Right now, I'm doing a
microscopic examination

of both the longitudal and
cross-sectional samples.

And then, after that,

I'll do a solubility test.

Abby,

you are adorable.

Even though I don't understand
a word you're saying.

Dad! I heard you were wandering
around the building.

Senior:
Yeah, well, I, uh...

I came here to ask my dear
friend Abby to do me a favor.

What?

Well, I, uh,

I brought Susan to the shelter,
like you suggested.

If we can find out
her last name,

maybe we can access
her medical records.

They took her fingerprints

and I'm hoping that

Abby can find a match.

Dad, that's very
commendable, but...

You can't ask Abby
to break agency rules

for a personal favor.

(Computer dings)

We got a hit.

You ran the prints.

Of course I did, Tony.

Poor homeless woman
in need of medical care?

That's a no-brainer.

(Typing on keyboard)

She's in the iafis database.

Huh. I guess that is her.

Okay, her name is
Susan Elizabeth lowe.

She was an army corporal,

honorably discharged
in 1986.

That means she's probably
eligible for va benefits.

Oh, Abby, you're the best.

Oh, thanks so much.

Sorry, son.

He's such a compassionate man.

Who knew?

Bishop:
We've done forensic accounting

on Jennings' expenses
since he won the money.

His wife
went on a spending spree.

Started out with
household items and appliances,

then she moved on to jewelry.

Expensive jewelry.

She became an
online shopping addict.

The money ran out,
but Angelina didn't stop.

She accumulated over
$40,000 in credit card debt.

In a rage, Jennings cut up
her cards last week.

That may all be true,
but I have evidence...

Just as compelling.

As previously stated,

the proceeds from the lottery
were deposited in two accounts,

in two separate banks.

Exhibit b.

Doctor's bills.

We got your rhinoplasty,
we got your mammaplasty,

we got your liposuction--
otherwise known as

nose job, boob job, and where
they suck the fat out of you.

Plus collagen, Botox--

and you're asking yourself

who is the lucky recipient of
all these wonderful procedures?

Well, it was none other
than the mistress,

joann allman, formerly esquire.

Bishop:
What are you getting at?

Why would a woman kill the man
who gave all that to her?

To answer that question,
i bring to the witness stand

Mr. Timothy McGee.

Jennings cut her off, too.

You're taking Tony's side?

Afraid so.
(Sighs)

Jennings was leasing
a brand-new Lexus

for joann.

Stopped making payments on it
two months ago.

When they came to
repossess the car,

Jennings started receiving
threatening texts.

The wife more
than threatened.

Two weeks ago,
the police were called

to the Jennings' residence.

Angelina was physically and
verbally attacking her husband

on the front lawn.

Jennings has a $2 million
life insurance policy,

and his wife is
the sole beneficiary.

Bishop:
Which proves my point.

If the beneficiary is the
murderer, she can't collect.

That's why she's
blaming the mistress.

Okay, smarty-pants, how does
insurance benefit the mistress?

I mean, she has no dog
in this fight.

Gibbs:
Okay, I got it.

They both have a motive.

They both say they saw
the other do the killing.

One of 'em is lyin'.

Let's find out who.

And how do you propose
we do that?

Let's see who's willing
to take a polygraph.

Hey.
Bishop brought in the wife.

Just started
the polygraph.

McGee is, uh,
bringing in the mistress.

Your idea was a good one.

Yeah, we'll see.

Polygraphs aren't
always conclusive.

No, I was talking
about my father.

Your suggestion that
he help the homeless woman.

He's really invigorated,
you know?

He has a purpose.

Acting like he's
20 years younger.

Thank you.

Just gave the chief a nudge.

Hmm.

Did you spend the night

at the fremont inn
on three notch road?

Angelina: Yes.

I heard what
you were doing.

I didn't want to miss it.

Be my guest.

Agent bale has finished
the baseline questions

and is getting
down to business.

Bale: When you
got to the house,

did you confront
your husband?

No.

Bale:
Was joann allman there?

Yes.

Did you kill your husband?

No.

She seem nervous to you?

Size ten.

Harvey, great news.

Susan's last name
is lowe.

She's an army veteran,

which means we can
get her into a va hospital.

That's good, but
there's a problem.

She's not here.
She left.

What do you mean
she's not here?

The physician's assistant gave
Susan a basic physical exam

and wanted to
consult with a doctor.

I think that
scared her.

We asked her to wait out here
and she wandered off.

How could you let that happen?

Mr. DiNozzo...

We are understaffed here

and we have far more
people than we can handle.

(Sighs quietly)

Have a seat. Please.

It's very apparent
that Susan

is suffering from
some form of dementia.

But the physician's assistant
noted some other symptoms

that are
very disturbing.

Uh, blurred vision, muscle
weakness, headaches, dizziness,

balance problems,
and fatigue.

What did she say it was?

She suggested Susan
be brought to a hospital

and tested for a brain tumor.

Oh, my god.

I got to find her.

Were you involved in an
intimate relationship

with Laurence Jennings?

Yes.

Bale: Did you leave the gym
and go to his house?

Yes.

Bale: Did you confront Jennings
when you got there?

Joann: No.

Did you kill Jennings?

No.

She sounds awfully self-assured.

(Door slams)
Well, Ollie, what do you think?

Well, not gonna make your life
any easier, director.

Can't give either of them
a perfect score.

But on the question,
"did you kill Jennings?"...

Neither one of them
was lying.

I'll go over
the data again.

Thank you.

Vance: Well...

At this point, we can't
charge either woman.

Whoever we brought to trial,

their defense would be
that the other one did it.

I agree with you.

So much reasonable doubt,
a jury could never convict.

Got to have more
conclusive evidence.

(Speaking mandarin)

Female voice:
I'm glad to meet you.

(Repeats mandarin phrase)
(Tony laughs)

(Doorbell rings)
Oh.

Hey, did you find her?

No.

She wasn't where
i found her this morning.

And, uh...

I scoured
the neighborhood,

I talked to people
on the street-- nothing.

Have you had
anything to eat?

No, I'm not hungry.

Let me get
you something.

(Sighs) Well...

I got to say, I haven't seen you
this passionate about anything

that wasn't work-related.

That's a sad commentary.

But you're not wrong.

Woman really got
under your skin, huh?

Yeah, yeah.

Maybe because she
thinks I'm her father.

Maybe because I'm
trying to make amends.

I wasn't always there
for my only child.

Dad?

If you're lucky enough
to be a father,

and I hope you are,

you'll understand--
uh, may I?

Of course.

Well...

Maybe it just feels good
to help someone.

I can't help her

if I can't find her.

Oh.

Well, after you left
Abby's lab,

I could see how much
this meant to you,

so, uh, I wasn't
going to tell you

till I knew more, but i
did some research on Susan.

Yeah?

I guess she got to me, too.

Susan lowe,
born Wichita, Kansas.

Mother died when she was 12,
father died 15 years later.

Any brothers or sisters?

No, but she moved
to the DC area

after her discharge
from the army.

What did she do?

I couldn't find much.

A couple of jobs
here and there.

But I did get her last known
address from a driver's license.

Expired five years ago.

(Chuckles softly)

What happened?

She was so pretty.

So, dad...

What we're gonna do is,

tomorrow morning, you and I

are gonna go
to that address,

we're gonna ask around,
and hopefully,

we can find
someone who knew her.

Oh, well, thanks, junior.

I really appreciate it.

Well, good morning
to you, too.

Is that your second
already this morning?

It's my third, and
i don't need you to lecture me

on the evils
of caffeine.

Gibbs: Hope you two
got something.

Yeah. I traced the fiber
found on Jennings' body

to a textile mill in
guangdong, China.

It's, uh, unique.

Eco-friendly. That's good.

Polyester used
exclusively for...

...electric blankets.

Yeah, placing the electric
blanket over the body,

even for a short space of time,
would alter my calculations

of the time of death.

So, it's march.
It's still cold at night.

What's missing
from this picture,

from the
crime scene?

Blanket.
Exactly.

Warming the body would make
the death appear later,

by as much as two hours.

We know from
the cell calls that

both of the women
were elsewhere earlier.

Wife at the motel.

Mistress at a gym.

Neither could've
shot Jennings.

Or could've been there
to see the other one do it.

They both claim to have
witnessed the shooting,

but they couldn't have.

So, are these two women
who purportedly

hate one another conspiring
to cover up the truth?

Oh, this isn't
what I was expecting.

This is a nice neighborhood.

How did Susan go from
living in a place like this,

to pushing a cart

and looking for
a place to sleep?

That's what we're
gonna find out.

Tony:
Excuse me.

You work here?

Yeah, I'm the resident manager.

Great. Uh, we're
looking for somebody

who used to live here,
years ago.

Her name is Susan lowe.

Susan lowe?

I haven't heard
her name in years.

She used to live in the building
when I started working here.

That's got to be...

18, 19 years ago.

You know her well?

Yeah, we were friends.
Nice lady.

After she moved out,
i lost contact with her.

Why you asking?

I'm a federal agent.

Is, uh, Susan
in some kind of trouble?

We met her
a few days ago.

She's, uh, unfortunately,
suffering from dementia

and living on the streets.

Wow.

That explains it.

What do you mean?

She went through
a difficult period.

I just thought
she was depressed,

but she was
acting really erratic.

Why do you think that?

Please.

We're just trying
to help her.

She was screwing up at work
and lost her job.

After she couldn't
pay the rent,

I carried her
for a couple of months.

Till the owner
of the building found out.

Where'd Susan go
after that, do you know?

Uh, she told me
she was gonna

try to reconnect
with her father.

Uh, but that surprised me.

Why do you say that?

Well, they were
estranged.

Never really got along
after the mother died.

Susan left home at 18.

I don't think
she ever saw him again.

What was their problem?

This was 30 years ago.

Her father never
accepted she was gay.

Where'd you see her?

A restaurant near
lovejoy park.

Yeah, that makes sense.

She used to work
a block from there.

She used loved to feed
the pigeons at lunchtime.

I mean, I feel horrible.

I-i... I thought Susan
just went back to Kansas.

Bishop.

You said Jennings had
a life insurance policy?

Get a copy of it.

That computer cloud thing

you were talking about with
Jennings' boss

how's it work?

How exactly do you mean?

Well, if you write something
on your computer,

does it automatically
get stored someplace?

Yes, and you can retrieve it
from that computer,

or any computer,
or a tablet.

Okay, and you delete
something on your computer,

it automatically gets
removed from everywhere.

No, not on most systems, no.

All right.

Find out if anything was deleted
from Jennings' laptop

in the last few days, that's
still out there someplace.

What are you thinking?

I'll be in autopsy.

Uh, what was
that all about?

Tony: I guess you're parent
is always your parent.

When Susan found out
her life was falling apart,

she just wanted to be
reunited with her father.

She didn't know
he was already dead.

She probably
never found out.

That's why she keeps
calling me "dad."

In her mind, she's still
searching for him.

You know, you and I had a few
years of non-communication,

but, you know, I'm glad
that's behind us.

Yeah, I second that.

Susan...?

Dad.

Susan...

Why did you leave?

Because you don't like me.

She's warm.

She's on fire, Tony.

I'll call an ambulance.

Well, his hands were
free of gunshot residue,

so I didn't think
there was any need

to even look
under the nails.

Get that tested
immediately, Mr. Palmer.

And in future,
please complete all tests,

whether you think
they're necessary or not.

Hey, duck, is it hard to
remove gsr from the hands?

Oh, no, it's quite easy.

Scrubbing it with mild soap
and water will do it.

Abby: So,

how did you know there was
a document deleted

off Jennings' laptop?

A document was typed
on his home computer

at 6:37 Tuesday morning,
deleted 8:51 A.M.

But we retrieved it
from the cloud.

Suicide note.

And I repeat,
how did you know?

It's not uncommon when
someone takes their own life.

This note was addressed to
joann and Angelina.

In a very vindictive language,

Jennings accuses
both women of

being greedy and draining
his life of any meaning.

Wait, wait, wait,
i don't understand.

If he committed suicide,

how did he shoot
himself twice?

Gunshot to the head
is self-inflicted.

Gunshot to the chest...

...is post-mortem by
one those two women.

Make it look like a murder.

Did you get a copy of
that insurance policy?

Yeah, and it has the standard
"suicide clause."

There's no payoff if the insured
takes his own life

within two years.

Abby: Okay, so...

The wife wants to
cover up the suicide

and make it look like a murder

so she can collect
two million dollars.

Why would the mistress

go along with all this?

Angelina: I said
I'd come with you.

I've done
everything you asked.

Now, can you please

just tell me why
we're here?

Asking the same question.

What the hell
is she doing here?

Haven't you arrested her yet?

Me?!

You're the one
that shot Laurence.

Oh...

Ladies, we know
what's going on here.

You both claim that
Jennings called you

from here on Tuesday
morning, and he did.

Cell phone records and tower
logs confirm your stories.

What's the problem?

You both lied about
why he called.

It was to tell you he was
going to take his own life.

(Sighs)

That's ridiculous.
Joann: Sure.

He shot himself twice.

We found his suicide note.

You deleted it
off his laptop.

But what you didn't know

was that everything
on that computer...

Is mirrored on the cloud.

He was dead
before you got here.

Self-inflicted gunshot
wound to the head.

Bishop: Suicide.

No way for you to collect
on his insurance policy

and you couldn't fake
his murder on your own,

because there was a witness.

McGee: So you two
hatched your plan.

Accuse each other,
create enough confusion

and reasonable doubt
that, basically,

no chance of either of you
being brought to trial.

Sounds like something
a lawyer would do.

Bishop: One of you

shot the corpse
from across the room.

But both of you had to have
gunshot residue on your hand,

so one of you
shot the ceiling.

Put a blanket over the body
to alter the time of death

to coincide with
your 911 calls.

Hey.

How much of the
insurance money did she demand?

Half.

I can't believe you purposely

let yourselves be
suspected of murder.

Two million dollars.

Not much of a downside.

No, but we didn't--
we didn't kill him!

Get them out of here.
(Sighs)

Joann: What are we
being charged with?

Bishop: Insurance fraud.

I..
No, no, no.

It's a glioblastoma
brain tumor.

Which, in her case,
is inoperable.

Can you do anything?

Well, the tumor is
already past the stage

where radiation
or chemotherapy can help.

We'll just try and
keep her comfortable.

How long does she have?

Best case scenario
is a month.

Probably less.

You're aware,
Mr. DiNozzo, that...

Susan thinks
you're her father.

(Quiet laugh)

You're still here.

I couldn't leave
my daughter alone.

(Gentle laugh)

We have a lot of years
to make up for.

We didn't separate
on such good terms.

It was my fault.

I was the one who ran away.

No, no, no,
don't blame yourself.

It was me.

I, um...

I was angry.

My wife died.

I had to raise
a child by myself.

And I took it out on you.

And I had no right to do that.

I understand.

Worse...

I was intolerant
of who you are.

I grew up in a generation

where people didn't
accept everybody.

And I've come
to realize that that...

...that hurt me.

I lost you...

...my beautiful
little girl.

And now...

(Voice breaking):
...You're a beautiful woman.

I love you, Susan.

I love you, too.

My beautiful
little daughter.

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