NCIS (2003–…): Season 2, Episode 11 - Black Water - full transcript
Two years after a Naval officer and his car disappear without a trace, a PI, seeking a reward, finds on the bottom of a lake the car and the skeletal remains of the missing man. After false starts Gibbs and the team solve the mystery.
(CAR ZOOMING)
(TYRES SCREECHING)
No, for the 23rd time.
(PHONE RINGING)
-KATE: Are you gonna answer that?
-|'m in hell, Kate.
Well, do they have money there?
'Cause you owe me
$43.86 for lunch this week.
I will gladly pay you today
if you'll answer this call for me.
Yeah? Who is it?
Crazy ex-girlfriend.
Haven't seen her since college.
-Stalker?
-More like a stalk-him.
-What do you want me to say to her?
-I don't know.
Tell her you're my wife or something.
She's been calling me non-stop
for two days.
I'm begging you here, Kate. Please.
-You pay me back today.
-Sure.
Thank you.
-He||o?
-WOMAN: Hello. Who are you?
Me?
Oh, I am Tony's wife.
You're married?
Yes. We got married a few years ago.
-Kids?
-Do we have kids?
No.
-Two.
- Tony has two kids?
Yes.
And we're very, very happy.
80 please don't call back again.
Sorry.
| feel like I need a shower.
Pay the lady, Probie.
He bet me $40 that he could
get you to say you're his wife today.
Tony, I'm going to kill you.
DiNozzo, pull the case file
on Lieutenant Brian McAllister.
McAllister? We going
after more treasure hunters, boss?
-Treasure hunters?
-Before your time, Probie.
McAllister disappeared two years ago.
His family offered a million-dollar
reward for anyone who could find him.
I had a few friends in the Secret Service
who used to work that case
on the weekends.
It was the Holy Grail for every amateur
detective on the East Coast, Kate.
So what happened?
-Nothing. Cold case.
-Not anymore.
AMES: (ON TV) For the past two years,
thousands have searched
for the heir
to the McAllister Industries fortune,
each hoping to collect
the $1 million-dollar reward
offered by his famous family.
Today, private investigator
Monroe Cooper
believes he's one step closer
to solving the mystery.
Mr Cooper, is it true that you have
finally found Brian McAllister?
Boss, that was Monroe Cooper!
The man who can solve the unsolvable.
He's a famous detective.
-Do I look like I care, McGee?
-No.
Grab your gear.
We're going to Black Lake.
Lieutenant Brian McAllister graduated
Annapolis in '97, third in his class.
He vanished somewhere
between October 4 and 7, 2002.
No leads.
Thing I don't get
is why a guy worth millions
would join the military in the first place.
Do you think money has anything to do
with patriotism, DiNozzo?
No, I'm just saying if I were rich,
you know, I would do nothing.
-I thought your parents were loaded.
-They are.
So why do you work
for the government then?
Because they know what their son
would do with the money.
I can't even get an advance
on the will, Kate.
-Hey, McGee!
-Yeah, boss?
Tell me about that private dick. Cooper?
Yeah. He's a former NYPD detective,
works mostly for insurance companies
and celebrities now.
He makes a lot of money
solving cases like this.
This guy's a...
He's kind of a cross between
Columbo and Sherlock Holmes.
(TIM GRUNTING)
You know, we really should get
a seat belt back there.
-Hey! What the hell are you doing?
-Looking for my fork.
Well, I can guarantee you
that it is not there!
Tony, grab the gear.
-See if McGee's still alive.
-On it, boss.
Special Agent Gibbs, Todd, NCIS.
We've been waiting for you all
to show up.
Sheriff Deke Lester.
That detective fella, Cooper,
he thinks that missing McAllister kid's
in there somewhere.
Yeah? Is he?
I can't say, but my divers
found a Chrysler convertible
sitting on the bottom.
Lieutenant McAllister
owned a Chrysler convertible.
lt disappeared with him, Gibbs.
I'm fixing to pull it out.
Once we ID the vehicle
we can decide on who's got jurisdiction.
Yeah, works for me, Sheriff.
Where is Cooper?
I don't rightly know. I imagine
he's off detecting or something.
MAN: (ON RADIO) Hey, Deke,
we’ve got the chains set here.
-Let's haul her up.
-Yes, sir.
You ready to see
what we caught, Agent Gibbs?
TONY: Hurry it up, Probie.
TIM: You sure this is necessary?
I kind of feel like a dork.
You are a dork.
-Oh, no, no, no. Bad move.
-What?
If Gibbs catches you reading
instead of working, you're history.
It's not for reading.
I'm hoping I can get Detective Cooper
to sign it.
The lead character in the book's
based on him.
”Celebrity P.l. "? Never heard of it.
No.
I'm not surprised you haven't heard of it.
There's no pictures in it.
-Did you say something, Probie?
-Yeah. I'm not a dork.
(BOOTS SQUEAKING)
Whatever you say, SpongeBob.
Take it slow now, Charlie!
I think it's safe to say
that car's not gonna run again.
DEKE: All right, hold it right there.
All right, Kate.
(CAMERA CLICKING)
The Lieutenant's tags, Gibbs.
Congratulations, looks like you found
your missing sailor.
Not yet.
I think you'll find that pile of bones
is McAllister, Special Agent...
Gibbs.
And I'll wait for my ME
to determine that.
Oh, of course.
-Monroe Cooper.
-"The man who solves the unsolvable."
-So you've heard of me?
-No.
-|t's on your card.
-My publicist's idea.
Works great with the yokels.
How'd you track his vehicle
to Black Lake?
-Legwork, luck, my gut.
-Does it say that on your card, too?
l have a policy, Agent Gibbs.
You share information with me,
and | share it with you.
We have a deal?
That kind of goes
against my policy, Cooper.
Which is?
Throw people in jail
who obstruct my investigations.
Uh-huh.
I'll try to keep that in mind.
DUCKY: Well, the dental records
are conclusive, Jethro.
-This is our missing Lieutenant.
-Any idea how he died?
After two years in the water?
Difficult to say.
Do you suspect foul play?
Oh, you know me, Duck.
I suspect everything.
Yes, an admirable trait
in an investigator.
And also the reason
your three marriages ended in divorce.
Oh, yeah? All these years I thought
it was because I was a bastard.
Well, of course, that didn't help.
There's evidence of a hairline fracture
on the frontal lobe of the skull.
Cause?
Well, it's consistent
with most vehicle accidents,
and possibly from contact
with the steering column.
-What about drugs?
-Well, in this state,
a toxilogical screen would be useless.
However, drugs are a possibility.
Too many of those, Duck. Too many.
Well, my current opinion is that
Lieutenant McAllister met
with a tragic accident.
Most likely he drowned.
Keep looking.
"Alas, poor Yorick!"
-Did you meet any of his wives?
-I introduced him to the last one.
-Really? What went wrong?
-Well, it's difficult to say, Mr Palmer.
She doesn't talk to me any more.
(TONY CHUCKLING)
You know what movie
this reminds me of, Kate?
-The Wizard of Oz?
-"|'|| get you, my pretty!"
No.
I meant the one they make you watch
in high school.
Thirty minutes of cops pulling
dead teenagers out of car wrecks.
Oh, my God! I love those!
Blood on the Highway.
Drink, Drive, Die!
I keep hoping they're gonna
release them on DVD.
-Yeah, me, too.
-Yeah.
-What do we have?
-Hey, boss.
I found a suitcase in the back.
Looks like he packed enough
for about a weekend.
Dive team will be back
with the rest of the stuff
from the debris field in a few hours.
Abs?
The brake lines are corroded,
but they're intact. Something's stuck.
Hey, Kate. I got a present for you.
I think it's one of your ex-boyfriends.
It's a cold fish! You get it, Kate?
I don't think this was an accident.
It's a bullet.
McAllister was murdered.
(LOUD ROCK MUSIC
PLAYING OVER STEREO)
Your speakers are broken.
Oh, Gibbs.
That was the best part of the song.
Correction. Your ears are broken.
What did the divers find?
Actually, it's more like
what didn't they find.
My theory is
they're getting paid by the piece.
They recovered everything
within a 20-metre radius of the vehicle.
Sunglasses, golf balls,
Rick James eight-track, typewriter.
I didn't see any point
in bringing the Maytag
up from the evidence lock-up.
Anything to do with the case?
As a matter of fact,
found directly beneath the vehicle...
Can you hear me now?
I might be able to recover some data
from the memory chip.
What about the bullet we brought up
from the wreck last night?
.45 calibre, 230-grain hardball.
Lots and lots of stopping power.
The grooving matches a Colt .45,
old-school military version.
-Did you work up a trajectory yet?
-Of course.
The bullet's entry angle
into the side of the door
is as obvious
as Anna Nicole's implants.
-Who?
-You know, married that old guy?
Had a TV show? Got fat, got thin,
got fat, got thin, fat, thin...
-Stop.
-Right.
So using that angle,
| back-traced the trajectory.
The bullet travelled on this path.
So unless he was driving with his feet
from the backseat,
which is something that l have tried
but I do not recommend...
Abby?
The round had to have gone
through McAllister's body.
It's entirely possible, Jethro,
but if Abby's animation is correct,
the bullet passed clean through
the thoracic cavity,
unfortunately, without leaving
any evidence of its passing.
-Hell of a shot.
-Yeah.
The vehicle had to be going over 70
to end up where we found it in the lake.
Well, at that speed,
a bullet passing through the ribcage
without so much as glancing
a single bone...
Hell of a shot, indeed.
More like impossible?
Thank you, Duck.
Doctor?
He means the vehicle was stationary
when Lieutenant McAllister
was shot, Mr Palmer.
KATE: Lieutenant McAllister
was last seen in Norfolk on a Friday,
then found 300 miles away
in Black Lake, Virginia.
Which would make sense
if he was heading here,
the McAllister family
compound in Shenandoah.
So he was heading home
for the weekend?
Another 20 miles
and he would have made it, McGee.
DiNozzo?
McAllister's military records
are spotless, boss.
Been running background on his family.
Mother died in '93.
Father passed away in 2002,
three months after
Lieutenant disappeared.
The only surviving next of kin is this guy.
Thomas McAllister, his younger brother.
Washed out
of Annapolis freshman year.
Arrested a bunch of times
for suspected DWI
and marijuana possession.
Never convicted.
Figures, the rich never are.
Even richer now, Kate.
He inherited everything.
He's currently the CEO
of his own airline.
-The good son and the bad seed.
-Very biblical.
TONY: The Navy notified him last night
about his brother.
CACO said he took it pretty well.
MAN: Lunch.
Oh, thank you.
I took the liberty of ordering lunch today.
Something healthy for once.
There you are.
They're tofu veggie wraps.
They're good, Tony.
Abby and | eat them all the time.
DiNozzo, track down the bad seed.
I wanna know what he was doing
around the time
his brother disappeared.
Yeah, I already set up an interview
for later this afternoon, boss.
Take Kate. McGee, contact Cooper.
I want to know
how he found that vehicle.
So we're going to cooperate with him?
No, McGee,
he's going to cooperate with me.
I'll be right back. I'm just gonna
run this down to Abby. Enjoy.
"Beyond First Class"?
You gotta be kidding me.
You might as well call it
the Rich Jackass Airways.
-I think it sounds cool.
-You would.
-What's that supposed to mean?
-Nothing, Rockefeller.
Oh, I get it.
So because I grew up with money,
that somehow makes me bad.
Very deep.
Well, it's better than having to work
every day like I had to.
Listen, you think money
makes life easier, huh?
Everything was just a big old cakewalk
for little Anthony DiNozzo?
You tell me, Kate,
'cause I really wanna know.
I'm sorry, Tony.
I didn't mean anything by it.
'Cause do you wanna know
the answer to your question? Yes.
Money makes a huge difference. Huge.
I miss it every single day of my life
so much it makes me wanna cry.
-You're pathetic.
-lt's part of my charm.
Yeah.
TONY: All right, let's find this
little twinkle-toes candy-pants.
Hey, there. We're looking
for your boss, Thomas McAllister.
-ls he around?
-You'll have to hold on a second.
Could you pass me
that socket wrench, please, miss?
Is he even here or shall we stop by
a country club or something?
I'm Torn McAllister.
Agents Todd, DiNozzo. NCIS.
Do you always work
on your own planes, Mr McAllister?
Whenever I can find time
in my busy social schedule
down at the club, Agent Todd.
-l'm sorry about that. I didn't...
-|t's fine.
You would have been right
a couple of years ago.
And please, call me Tom.
Kate. So, do you own all these planes?
Me and the bank.
That's my new one out there.
I plan on taking it for a test flight today
if you're interested.
TONY: You don't seem too broken up
for a guy who just lost his brother, Tom.
I've known he's been dead
for quite some time, Agent DiNozzo.
The first week you expect
a ransom note. After a month, you pray.
A year, you just know.
When was the last time
you talked to your brother?
About three months before the accident.
Would you believe we grew up
fishing at Black Lake?
-The thing is, it wasn't an accident.
-The Navy, they said...
Your brother was murdered.
Are you absolutely positive about that?
He was shot on the weekend
of October 4, 2002. I'm sorry.
Considering his body was found
dumped 20 miles from your house,
we'd like to know where you were
the weekend he disappeared?
Me? l was at home.
-Anyone who can verify that?
-l was with my father.
Let me rephrase. Is there anyone
who can verify that who is still alive?
No. You're saying you think I did it?
We're just following up
on any leads we can, Tom.
Of course. Whatever I can do to help.
I can't tell you what an honour
this is, sir. Thank you.
Don't believe everything
you read in the book, kid.
-lt's called fiction for a reason.
-I actually write a little myself.
Is there any truth to the rumour
that S. E. Eckhart is in fact you?
If I was a bestselling author, would I be
crawling through the swamps of Virginia
searching for reward money?
-No, I guess not.
-Damn straight.
Now, tell me about your boss.
Is he always such a hard-ass?
-What, Agent Gibbs?
-Yeah.
He's a lot like you, actually.
In fact, the main character
in my book is based on him.
Kid, I hope you got a better deal
than I got.
Well, he doesn't know it, yet.
Don't know what, McGee?
What a great guy I am, Gibbs.
You ready to tell me
how you found McAllister?
You ready to tell me what you pulled
out of his car and his corpse?
-Depends.
-On what?
How bad you want
that million-dollar reward.
Oh, considering how I don't collect
till you put the murderer behind bars,
oh, you got me
by the short hairs there, Gibbs.
Yeah.
I figured the Lieutenant headed home
that weekend.
But the back road that he liked to drive,
I think it was washed out.
Here, take a look
at these weather patterns.
I spent nine weeks getting these
from the National Weather Service.
Every Doppler readout,
every satellite image I could find.
Pocket of storms, real tight,
near the road.
Enough to swell that creek alongside?
Yeah, but only on that side
of the mountain, kid.
My educated guess?
I think McAllister doubled back,
took this road to the other side
where the storm hadn't reached yet.
See, the locals only use that road
when there are bad storms.
It's right along Black Lake, Boss.
I figured if somebody wanted to kill him,
they had to know the roads
and the weather the way McAllister did.
And they'd have to know
he was coming. Am I right?
I wouldn't have believed it
if I hadn't seen it myself.
-What?
-Kate Todd acting like
a high-school girl with a crush.
He's not a murderer, Tony.
I'm sorry, were you using the new NCIS
magical murderer-detector back there?
My gut.
If you were a guy,
I would say you were using your...
Don't even say it if you wanna live.
What did Thomas McAllister
have to say?
He hadn't heard from his brother
in three months.
Definitely hiding something, boss.
My best guess, it was grief.
There's no way he's involved, Gibbs.
Abs, what do you have?
The last three calls that came in
on the phone from the lake
were all made on Friday, October 4.
Yeah?
And they were all from his brother,
Thomas McAllister. Sorry, Kate.
(PEOPLE CHATTERING)
This McAllister family's
got more skeletons
than a North Korean
prison camp, Gibbs.
Here.
That's everything I turned up.
Six months of legwork.
Is it okay to smoke in here, sweetheart?
It's Agent Todd,
and no, Detective Cooper.
It's a federal office building.
It's a wonder you guys catch anybody
working under these conditions.
KATE: We manage.
This supposed to be
in some sort of order?
The order is up here, Gibbs.
And I'll be glad to lay it out for you
once you tell me what you found
in that wreck.
Lieutenant McAllister was shot.
-How many times?
-At least once.
You get the round?
It was recovered
from the passenger-side door.
Pistol, huh?
Rifle would go clear through.
.45.
Car must have been stopped.
He was approached, but not alarmed.
Know his attacker?
One shot, point blank...
Poor sap never saw it coming.
You know how, Gibbs.
Want to know why?
(TIM YELPING)
Angle your end down, Probie.
I told you we should have
taken the legs off.
(TONY SCREAMS)
I said down. Okay.
What does Cooper
need this thing for anyway?
He's old-school. It's part of his process.
He has solved every case
he's taken on, Tony.
How many detectives you know
with a 100% batting average?
You mean besides Gibbs?
(GRUNTING)
TONY: Finally.
Change of plans.
We're doing this upstairs.
Maybe we should take the stairs.
Maybe you should take the legs off
like I told you to.
I'm gonna take the stairs.
I'm the one who said...
Elaine McAllister, the mother.
Into the occult in a big way.
Psychics, séances, all that weird...stuff.
-She dies in '93, the family falls apart.
-How?
The old man. He took it pretty hard.
He decided he was gonna contact
the dead wife.
-Starts neglecting the family business.
-What do you mean by make contact?
He consults this space cadet,
Saleena Lockhart.
Claimed to be a psychic.
I've heard of her. She used to have
that tabloid astrology column.
-I don't buy it.
-Astrology?
No, you reading tabloids.
She weasels her way
into the old man's life.
Next thing you know,
she's practically running it.
McAllister Avionics starts to slide
until it's almost bankrupt by 2000.
How much money did he leave her?
You're quick, Gibbs. Almost $10 million.
He changed his will two weeks
after the Lieutenant went missing.
The surviving brother,
still fighting it in court.
-lt's kind of like Anna Nicole.
-Who?
That's what I said.
McGee, run a background
on this whack job.
-I want to know where she is right now.
-On it, boss.
Now, I know what you're thinking.
She didn't do it, Gibbs.
This is the smoking gun.
Thomas McAllister had a plan
to save the family's fortune.
He wanted to get out of Avionics
and into his own airline.
And it's a good plan, but it involved
leveraging every remaining asset
the McAllisters had.
The brother didn't agree.
Lieutenant was cashing
out of the company?
And going his own way.
This is the contract divesting him
of all family business.
-Where'd you get this?
-You don't wanna know.
What you wanna do is look at the date.
October 5, 2002.
MONROE: The weekend he vanished.
Luckily for the little brother,
he didn't sign the contract.
-I don't believe in luck.
-Neither do |.
So when you bringing McAllister in?
-|'m not.
-What?
But it's all there! Motive, opportunity,
the calls on the Lieutenant's cellphone.
When you were a cop,
did you let civilians lay out your cases?
Or did you work them yourself?
NCIS has had this case for two years.
How long am I supposed to wait?
Till I'm done.
You are looking for the reward.
I am looking for a killer.
Thomas McAllister is your man,
trust me!
I don't trust anyone either.
Kate, how is your rapport
with McAllister?
-She's got more than a rapport, boss.
-G|BBS: Well, good. Call him.
-You're having dinner with him tonight.
-What if he says no?
The way he was looking at you?
I think you're gonna be the one
saying no.
-McGee, you found my psychic yet?
-I have her business address.
It's a TV talk-show set in DC.
She's there now.
DiNozzo, you're with me. Hey, Cooper,
I trust you can find your way out.
-You believe in any of this psychic stuff?
-No, you?
Used one on a case in Baltimore once.
Led us right to
this kidnapped five-year-old girl.
-ls that a fact?
-Yeah.
-How do you explain it?
-Simp|e. She was probably in on it.
MAN: Rolling!
Special Agent Gibbs
and DiNozzo, NCIS.
We're looking to find Saleena Lockhart.
Yeah, she's inside, but you can't go in.
Hey. Hey, wait. They're still shooting!
Man!
And your grandfather
wants you to know
that he will always be with you, Sal/y.
Always.
(SALLY SOBBING)
(AUDIENCE APPLAUDING)
SALLY: Thank you so much, Saleena.
And remember, look and you shall see.
Listen and you will hear.
Our departed loved ones
still have much to teach us.
(SCOFFS)
(AUDIENCE CHEERING)
You think this is how they do it
on The Oprah Show?
Never believe what you see on TV.
Until next time, I'm Saleena Lockhart.
-And cut!
-WOMAN: Cutting!
Look and you shall see, spelled S-E-A?
What kind of third-grader
is writing these cue cards?
Just give us ten minutes
and we'll shoot it again.
I am financing this pilot
with my own money.
I can't afford another
of your ten minutes!
If anybody needs me,
I'll be in craft service.
Well, make sure you save some
for the rest of the crew.
Okay. What?
There are two guys here to see you.
I tried to stop them. Sorry.
-Special Agents...
-Gibbs and DiNozzo from NCIS.
How may I help you?
-You're the psychic. You tell me.
-Brian McAllister.
You found his remains in Black Lake.
-Wow, she's good, boss.
-lt's on the news, DiNozzo.
I told Brian's father
that I felt Brian was
in a cold, dark place.
You could say that. He was murdered.
-Yes. Yes, he told me.
-Who?
Brian. We connected through
a passage on the other side.
Passage? That's what you call it?
You look sceptical. Oh, that's okay.
You sure don't have to believe.
So did he tell you who did it?
It doesn't work that way, Agent DiNozzo.
-Can I get a green tea, please?
-How does it work?
Well, | get impressions, feelings.
I don't get specific details.
Did he have any feeling about
his father including you in his will?
I didn't ask him.
I'm not a psychic, but considering
he was a Navy fighter pilot,
I'd say he'd be pretty pissed off about it.
Your point, Agent Gibbs?
Where were you the weekend
Lieutenant McAllister was murdered?
Luray. Luray Caverns.
l was hosting a spiritual retreat.
Luray?
Hey, boss, isn't that about 15 miles
from Black Lake?
Can you tell me what I'm thinking now,
Miss Lockhart?
I don't have to be a psychic to tell that.
Could we discuss this outside please?
Your energy is disrupting my set.
Thank you.
Look, I had nothing to do
with Brian's disappearance.
-You should talk to his brother.
-Yeah? Why is that?
Thomas was the black sheep,
and he hated Brian.
I may be many things, Agent Gibbs,
but I am not a murderer.
GIBBS: But you talk to dead people.
l have over a dozen people
who can verify my whereabouts
on that weekend.
One of them is a senator.
-We'll need their names.
-My lawyer will get them to you.
Now, is there anything else
I can do for you?
(SALEENA SCREAMS)
(GUN FIRING)
You didn't see that one coming,
did you?
-Son of a bitch!
-Did you get a licence number?
-Yeah, I got one.
-That's a good job, Tony.
It's definitely from a .45 round, guys.
Just give me a sec to line up
the rifling patterns.
You run the plates?
-Came back stolen.
-Figures.
The marking's a match.
It's from the same pistol that killed
Lieutenant McAllister two years ago.
Why don't we just drag McAllister in
for questioning, boss?
Because his lawyers make more
in one hour than you make all week.
That's an excellent point.
So you're saying I deserve a raise?
Or not.
We need more than circumstantial
evidence to take McAllister down.
I agree. But what do we get
out of Kate going on a date with him?
| get to search his house
for that Colt .45
without him knowing about it.
-And if it turns out he's our murderer?
-That's why you're going with her.
I'm meeting him at the airport
in 20 minutes, Gibbs.
Hey, I need you to distract him
for at least two hours
so we can search his house.
Shouldn't be a problem.
He already invited me to dinner.
So, how do I look?
Uh.
What do you mean?
I mean, yeah. You look fine.
-What's wrong with fine?
-|'m going for hot here, Tony.
Well, in that case, do you mind?
-Boss, I got the search warrant.
-Yeah, you're with me. Get your things.
(KATE GASPS)
-Yeah, now that, that is hot.
-G|BBS: You two done playing dress-up?
-Done.
-Done.
All right, get moving.
I want a comm check in 15 minutes.
On it.
Hey, Kate, you looked better
the other way.
(AIRPLANE WHIRRING)
TONY: How you reading me, Kate?
-Say again?
-I said loud and clear.
Slide the mike closer
to your throat, please.
-How's that?
-Crystal.
Hello?
Hello?
Kate.
-Do | feel underdressed.
-We|l, when you said dinner.
Hey, I'm not complaining.
You look fantastic.
Thank you. So where are we going?
Actually, I thought we might stay here.
If you survive my cooking,
there's a few things I'd like to tell you
about my big brother.
-T|M: Boss? Where are we going?
-Going around back, McGee.
It's locked, boss.
Well, yeah, McGee.
That's kind of the point of having doors.
Well, the last two times
I encountered a situation like this,
Tony threw a rock through a window,
Kate climbed in
a second-storey window.
You don't say.
Let's go.
I wasn't entirely truthful
this afternoon, Kate.
When you come from
the type of family I did,
you get used to keeping secrets.
What kind of secrets?
My parents were always a bit eccentric.
When my mom died,
my dad pretty much lost it.
He started talking to dead people?
-You've been checking up on me.
-|t's my job, Tom.
At first I thought it was harmless,
but the psychic he was seeing,
she started manipulating him,
really cutting him off
from the rest of the family.
-Sa|eena Lockhart.
-Real|y checking up on me.
-What did your brother think of her?
-He didn't.
Brian was too busy
with his naval career.
He wasn't around to see the damage
she was doing.
Somebody tried to kill her today.
I thought of it myself more than once.
A lot of people think it was you.
What do you think, Kate?
Well, I'm here, aren't I?
(DOOR CREAKING)
NCIS!
Guys, do you mind?
Cooper, what are you doing here?
-Same thing you are.
-l have a warrant.
-You gonna arrest me?
-It depends.
-On what?
-What you found.
I'm hoping, a million dollars.
MONROE: I checked
all the local counties.
Thomas McAllister doesn't own
any handguns.
But his old man?
Bit of a gun nut. Even owns a Colt .45.
Recently fired.
(CELL PHONE RINGING)
-DiNozzo.
-Tony.
TONY: Yeah, boss.
-Take him down.
-I'm on it.
I called Brian the weekend
he went missing.
l was trying to get him to come home,
talk some sense into Dad.
-He said he'd think about it.
-Why would you lie to us about it?
Because I thought that l was
responsible for his death.
Were you?
When they found his car in Black Lake,
I thought he finally decided
to listen to me for once.
The roads in Hastings are death traps
in the daytime,
at night, when you're tired...
-You thought it was an accident?
-Until you told me he was murdered.
Only one person stood to gain
from his death.
Saleena Lockhart.
Unfortunately, there is one more.
He never would have signed this.
TONY: Thomas McAllister?
You're under arrest for the murder
of your brother.
So I guess dessert
is out of the question.
-You okay?
-|'m fine.
You don't look fine.
I hope I'm getting overtime
for this, Gibbs,
because I'm missing
my cousin's birthday.
Were they a match?
It's the same weapon
that killed the Lieutenant
and shot up the makeup trailer today.
GIBBS: Thanks, Abs.
Figures. I finally meet a nice guy
and he turns out to be a murderer.
Happens to Tony all the time.
-Hey, do me a favour, Kate.
-What?
My back is killing me.
I'm waiting,
and don't short-change me this time.
You know, your muscles
wouldn't be so tight
if you stopped drinking all that caffeine
crap that Gibbs is always bringing you.
ABBY: Oh, but I love
the caffeine crap, Kate.
Abby, I need you out here. Now!
How much time
did you spend on this door?
ABBY: Enough to get
the bullet's trajectory.
I was gonna test for metal fatigue
and age in the morning.
-Do it tonight.
-Why?
I mean, I'll have it for you
in 30 minutes, sir.
Kate will help.
Well, looks like you did it again,
Mr Cooper.
Oh, I'm getting old, kid.
I think I'm going to retire after this one.
If you ask me,
we should get 50% of that million.
Too bad life ain't fair, DiNozzo.
MONROE: Oh, it's about time.
In my day we didn't wait two hours
to interrogate someone.
Let me guess,
you just beat it out of them?
Yeah, something like that.
THOMAS: I'm sure you hear this a lot.
I'm innocent, Agent Gibbs.
I know.
What the hell kind
of interrogation is that?
You're free to go, Mr McAllister.
It's not enough I do yourjob for you,
now you want to arrest me for it?
We do owe you for finding
the Lieutenant for us, Cooper.
The problem is, it isn't murder.
Give me a break, Gibbs.
-You saw the evidence.
-I did.
Brian McAllister died in a car accident.
The bullet fired into his car
wasn't from two years ago.
GIBBS: The metal around the impact
was only recently exposed to water.
Two weeks sound about right to you?
What's this got to do with me?
The reward was offered
for finding the Lieutenant's killer.
In order to collect,
you had to manufacture one.
(SCOFFS)
I don't know what the hell
you're talking about.
It might have worked. I mean, we would
have found that gun eventually.
But you just couldn't wait.
What were you going to do
with the money, Cooper?
Gambling debts? Retirement?
Taking those shots at Saleena Lockhart,
that was overkill.
-Too bad we caught you putting it back.
-Yeah?
-Good luck proving it.
-Oh, I will.
This is an Instant Shooter ID Kit.
lt'll tell me if you fired a gun recently.
Swab away, Gibbs, 'cause
there's no gun residue on these hands.
Oh, a private dick like you, I'll bet
you were wearing rubber gloves.
[figure any man who solves
the unsolvable
needs a trademark.
And I'm betting yours
is that tacky trench coat.
You probably never take it off, huh?
This comes up blue,
I've got you for attempted murder.
Good luck trying to collect
that million dollars.
Get up.
-I don't believe it.
-Sorry, Probie.
I felt the same way when I found out
professional wrestling was fake.
But he was gonna frame
an innocent man just for the reward?
It's all about the Benjamins.
Sometimes.
Not always.
-You up for that dessert now?
-At 2:30 in the morning?
I think I might know a place
that's still open.
-And where would that be?
-New York.
Sometimes it's good
to own your own airline.
New York? I love New York.
-|t's a small plane, Tony.
-Maybe next time.
KATE: So you're Catholic, right?
(TYRES SCREECHING)
No, for the 23rd time.
(PHONE RINGING)
-KATE: Are you gonna answer that?
-|'m in hell, Kate.
Well, do they have money there?
'Cause you owe me
$43.86 for lunch this week.
I will gladly pay you today
if you'll answer this call for me.
Yeah? Who is it?
Crazy ex-girlfriend.
Haven't seen her since college.
-Stalker?
-More like a stalk-him.
-What do you want me to say to her?
-I don't know.
Tell her you're my wife or something.
She's been calling me non-stop
for two days.
I'm begging you here, Kate. Please.
-You pay me back today.
-Sure.
Thank you.
-He||o?
-WOMAN: Hello. Who are you?
Me?
Oh, I am Tony's wife.
You're married?
Yes. We got married a few years ago.
-Kids?
-Do we have kids?
No.
-Two.
- Tony has two kids?
Yes.
And we're very, very happy.
80 please don't call back again.
Sorry.
| feel like I need a shower.
Pay the lady, Probie.
He bet me $40 that he could
get you to say you're his wife today.
Tony, I'm going to kill you.
DiNozzo, pull the case file
on Lieutenant Brian McAllister.
McAllister? We going
after more treasure hunters, boss?
-Treasure hunters?
-Before your time, Probie.
McAllister disappeared two years ago.
His family offered a million-dollar
reward for anyone who could find him.
I had a few friends in the Secret Service
who used to work that case
on the weekends.
It was the Holy Grail for every amateur
detective on the East Coast, Kate.
So what happened?
-Nothing. Cold case.
-Not anymore.
AMES: (ON TV) For the past two years,
thousands have searched
for the heir
to the McAllister Industries fortune,
each hoping to collect
the $1 million-dollar reward
offered by his famous family.
Today, private investigator
Monroe Cooper
believes he's one step closer
to solving the mystery.
Mr Cooper, is it true that you have
finally found Brian McAllister?
Boss, that was Monroe Cooper!
The man who can solve the unsolvable.
He's a famous detective.
-Do I look like I care, McGee?
-No.
Grab your gear.
We're going to Black Lake.
Lieutenant Brian McAllister graduated
Annapolis in '97, third in his class.
He vanished somewhere
between October 4 and 7, 2002.
No leads.
Thing I don't get
is why a guy worth millions
would join the military in the first place.
Do you think money has anything to do
with patriotism, DiNozzo?
No, I'm just saying if I were rich,
you know, I would do nothing.
-I thought your parents were loaded.
-They are.
So why do you work
for the government then?
Because they know what their son
would do with the money.
I can't even get an advance
on the will, Kate.
-Hey, McGee!
-Yeah, boss?
Tell me about that private dick. Cooper?
Yeah. He's a former NYPD detective,
works mostly for insurance companies
and celebrities now.
He makes a lot of money
solving cases like this.
This guy's a...
He's kind of a cross between
Columbo and Sherlock Holmes.
(TIM GRUNTING)
You know, we really should get
a seat belt back there.
-Hey! What the hell are you doing?
-Looking for my fork.
Well, I can guarantee you
that it is not there!
Tony, grab the gear.
-See if McGee's still alive.
-On it, boss.
Special Agent Gibbs, Todd, NCIS.
We've been waiting for you all
to show up.
Sheriff Deke Lester.
That detective fella, Cooper,
he thinks that missing McAllister kid's
in there somewhere.
Yeah? Is he?
I can't say, but my divers
found a Chrysler convertible
sitting on the bottom.
Lieutenant McAllister
owned a Chrysler convertible.
lt disappeared with him, Gibbs.
I'm fixing to pull it out.
Once we ID the vehicle
we can decide on who's got jurisdiction.
Yeah, works for me, Sheriff.
Where is Cooper?
I don't rightly know. I imagine
he's off detecting or something.
MAN: (ON RADIO) Hey, Deke,
we’ve got the chains set here.
-Let's haul her up.
-Yes, sir.
You ready to see
what we caught, Agent Gibbs?
TONY: Hurry it up, Probie.
TIM: You sure this is necessary?
I kind of feel like a dork.
You are a dork.
-Oh, no, no, no. Bad move.
-What?
If Gibbs catches you reading
instead of working, you're history.
It's not for reading.
I'm hoping I can get Detective Cooper
to sign it.
The lead character in the book's
based on him.
”Celebrity P.l. "? Never heard of it.
No.
I'm not surprised you haven't heard of it.
There's no pictures in it.
-Did you say something, Probie?
-Yeah. I'm not a dork.
(BOOTS SQUEAKING)
Whatever you say, SpongeBob.
Take it slow now, Charlie!
I think it's safe to say
that car's not gonna run again.
DEKE: All right, hold it right there.
All right, Kate.
(CAMERA CLICKING)
The Lieutenant's tags, Gibbs.
Congratulations, looks like you found
your missing sailor.
Not yet.
I think you'll find that pile of bones
is McAllister, Special Agent...
Gibbs.
And I'll wait for my ME
to determine that.
Oh, of course.
-Monroe Cooper.
-"The man who solves the unsolvable."
-So you've heard of me?
-No.
-|t's on your card.
-My publicist's idea.
Works great with the yokels.
How'd you track his vehicle
to Black Lake?
-Legwork, luck, my gut.
-Does it say that on your card, too?
l have a policy, Agent Gibbs.
You share information with me,
and | share it with you.
We have a deal?
That kind of goes
against my policy, Cooper.
Which is?
Throw people in jail
who obstruct my investigations.
Uh-huh.
I'll try to keep that in mind.
DUCKY: Well, the dental records
are conclusive, Jethro.
-This is our missing Lieutenant.
-Any idea how he died?
After two years in the water?
Difficult to say.
Do you suspect foul play?
Oh, you know me, Duck.
I suspect everything.
Yes, an admirable trait
in an investigator.
And also the reason
your three marriages ended in divorce.
Oh, yeah? All these years I thought
it was because I was a bastard.
Well, of course, that didn't help.
There's evidence of a hairline fracture
on the frontal lobe of the skull.
Cause?
Well, it's consistent
with most vehicle accidents,
and possibly from contact
with the steering column.
-What about drugs?
-Well, in this state,
a toxilogical screen would be useless.
However, drugs are a possibility.
Too many of those, Duck. Too many.
Well, my current opinion is that
Lieutenant McAllister met
with a tragic accident.
Most likely he drowned.
Keep looking.
"Alas, poor Yorick!"
-Did you meet any of his wives?
-I introduced him to the last one.
-Really? What went wrong?
-Well, it's difficult to say, Mr Palmer.
She doesn't talk to me any more.
(TONY CHUCKLING)
You know what movie
this reminds me of, Kate?
-The Wizard of Oz?
-"|'|| get you, my pretty!"
No.
I meant the one they make you watch
in high school.
Thirty minutes of cops pulling
dead teenagers out of car wrecks.
Oh, my God! I love those!
Blood on the Highway.
Drink, Drive, Die!
I keep hoping they're gonna
release them on DVD.
-Yeah, me, too.
-Yeah.
-What do we have?
-Hey, boss.
I found a suitcase in the back.
Looks like he packed enough
for about a weekend.
Dive team will be back
with the rest of the stuff
from the debris field in a few hours.
Abs?
The brake lines are corroded,
but they're intact. Something's stuck.
Hey, Kate. I got a present for you.
I think it's one of your ex-boyfriends.
It's a cold fish! You get it, Kate?
I don't think this was an accident.
It's a bullet.
McAllister was murdered.
(LOUD ROCK MUSIC
PLAYING OVER STEREO)
Your speakers are broken.
Oh, Gibbs.
That was the best part of the song.
Correction. Your ears are broken.
What did the divers find?
Actually, it's more like
what didn't they find.
My theory is
they're getting paid by the piece.
They recovered everything
within a 20-metre radius of the vehicle.
Sunglasses, golf balls,
Rick James eight-track, typewriter.
I didn't see any point
in bringing the Maytag
up from the evidence lock-up.
Anything to do with the case?
As a matter of fact,
found directly beneath the vehicle...
Can you hear me now?
I might be able to recover some data
from the memory chip.
What about the bullet we brought up
from the wreck last night?
.45 calibre, 230-grain hardball.
Lots and lots of stopping power.
The grooving matches a Colt .45,
old-school military version.
-Did you work up a trajectory yet?
-Of course.
The bullet's entry angle
into the side of the door
is as obvious
as Anna Nicole's implants.
-Who?
-You know, married that old guy?
Had a TV show? Got fat, got thin,
got fat, got thin, fat, thin...
-Stop.
-Right.
So using that angle,
| back-traced the trajectory.
The bullet travelled on this path.
So unless he was driving with his feet
from the backseat,
which is something that l have tried
but I do not recommend...
Abby?
The round had to have gone
through McAllister's body.
It's entirely possible, Jethro,
but if Abby's animation is correct,
the bullet passed clean through
the thoracic cavity,
unfortunately, without leaving
any evidence of its passing.
-Hell of a shot.
-Yeah.
The vehicle had to be going over 70
to end up where we found it in the lake.
Well, at that speed,
a bullet passing through the ribcage
without so much as glancing
a single bone...
Hell of a shot, indeed.
More like impossible?
Thank you, Duck.
Doctor?
He means the vehicle was stationary
when Lieutenant McAllister
was shot, Mr Palmer.
KATE: Lieutenant McAllister
was last seen in Norfolk on a Friday,
then found 300 miles away
in Black Lake, Virginia.
Which would make sense
if he was heading here,
the McAllister family
compound in Shenandoah.
So he was heading home
for the weekend?
Another 20 miles
and he would have made it, McGee.
DiNozzo?
McAllister's military records
are spotless, boss.
Been running background on his family.
Mother died in '93.
Father passed away in 2002,
three months after
Lieutenant disappeared.
The only surviving next of kin is this guy.
Thomas McAllister, his younger brother.
Washed out
of Annapolis freshman year.
Arrested a bunch of times
for suspected DWI
and marijuana possession.
Never convicted.
Figures, the rich never are.
Even richer now, Kate.
He inherited everything.
He's currently the CEO
of his own airline.
-The good son and the bad seed.
-Very biblical.
TONY: The Navy notified him last night
about his brother.
CACO said he took it pretty well.
MAN: Lunch.
Oh, thank you.
I took the liberty of ordering lunch today.
Something healthy for once.
There you are.
They're tofu veggie wraps.
They're good, Tony.
Abby and | eat them all the time.
DiNozzo, track down the bad seed.
I wanna know what he was doing
around the time
his brother disappeared.
Yeah, I already set up an interview
for later this afternoon, boss.
Take Kate. McGee, contact Cooper.
I want to know
how he found that vehicle.
So we're going to cooperate with him?
No, McGee,
he's going to cooperate with me.
I'll be right back. I'm just gonna
run this down to Abby. Enjoy.
"Beyond First Class"?
You gotta be kidding me.
You might as well call it
the Rich Jackass Airways.
-I think it sounds cool.
-You would.
-What's that supposed to mean?
-Nothing, Rockefeller.
Oh, I get it.
So because I grew up with money,
that somehow makes me bad.
Very deep.
Well, it's better than having to work
every day like I had to.
Listen, you think money
makes life easier, huh?
Everything was just a big old cakewalk
for little Anthony DiNozzo?
You tell me, Kate,
'cause I really wanna know.
I'm sorry, Tony.
I didn't mean anything by it.
'Cause do you wanna know
the answer to your question? Yes.
Money makes a huge difference. Huge.
I miss it every single day of my life
so much it makes me wanna cry.
-You're pathetic.
-lt's part of my charm.
Yeah.
TONY: All right, let's find this
little twinkle-toes candy-pants.
Hey, there. We're looking
for your boss, Thomas McAllister.
-ls he around?
-You'll have to hold on a second.
Could you pass me
that socket wrench, please, miss?
Is he even here or shall we stop by
a country club or something?
I'm Torn McAllister.
Agents Todd, DiNozzo. NCIS.
Do you always work
on your own planes, Mr McAllister?
Whenever I can find time
in my busy social schedule
down at the club, Agent Todd.
-l'm sorry about that. I didn't...
-|t's fine.
You would have been right
a couple of years ago.
And please, call me Tom.
Kate. So, do you own all these planes?
Me and the bank.
That's my new one out there.
I plan on taking it for a test flight today
if you're interested.
TONY: You don't seem too broken up
for a guy who just lost his brother, Tom.
I've known he's been dead
for quite some time, Agent DiNozzo.
The first week you expect
a ransom note. After a month, you pray.
A year, you just know.
When was the last time
you talked to your brother?
About three months before the accident.
Would you believe we grew up
fishing at Black Lake?
-The thing is, it wasn't an accident.
-The Navy, they said...
Your brother was murdered.
Are you absolutely positive about that?
He was shot on the weekend
of October 4, 2002. I'm sorry.
Considering his body was found
dumped 20 miles from your house,
we'd like to know where you were
the weekend he disappeared?
Me? l was at home.
-Anyone who can verify that?
-l was with my father.
Let me rephrase. Is there anyone
who can verify that who is still alive?
No. You're saying you think I did it?
We're just following up
on any leads we can, Tom.
Of course. Whatever I can do to help.
I can't tell you what an honour
this is, sir. Thank you.
Don't believe everything
you read in the book, kid.
-lt's called fiction for a reason.
-I actually write a little myself.
Is there any truth to the rumour
that S. E. Eckhart is in fact you?
If I was a bestselling author, would I be
crawling through the swamps of Virginia
searching for reward money?
-No, I guess not.
-Damn straight.
Now, tell me about your boss.
Is he always such a hard-ass?
-What, Agent Gibbs?
-Yeah.
He's a lot like you, actually.
In fact, the main character
in my book is based on him.
Kid, I hope you got a better deal
than I got.
Well, he doesn't know it, yet.
Don't know what, McGee?
What a great guy I am, Gibbs.
You ready to tell me
how you found McAllister?
You ready to tell me what you pulled
out of his car and his corpse?
-Depends.
-On what?
How bad you want
that million-dollar reward.
Oh, considering how I don't collect
till you put the murderer behind bars,
oh, you got me
by the short hairs there, Gibbs.
Yeah.
I figured the Lieutenant headed home
that weekend.
But the back road that he liked to drive,
I think it was washed out.
Here, take a look
at these weather patterns.
I spent nine weeks getting these
from the National Weather Service.
Every Doppler readout,
every satellite image I could find.
Pocket of storms, real tight,
near the road.
Enough to swell that creek alongside?
Yeah, but only on that side
of the mountain, kid.
My educated guess?
I think McAllister doubled back,
took this road to the other side
where the storm hadn't reached yet.
See, the locals only use that road
when there are bad storms.
It's right along Black Lake, Boss.
I figured if somebody wanted to kill him,
they had to know the roads
and the weather the way McAllister did.
And they'd have to know
he was coming. Am I right?
I wouldn't have believed it
if I hadn't seen it myself.
-What?
-Kate Todd acting like
a high-school girl with a crush.
He's not a murderer, Tony.
I'm sorry, were you using the new NCIS
magical murderer-detector back there?
My gut.
If you were a guy,
I would say you were using your...
Don't even say it if you wanna live.
What did Thomas McAllister
have to say?
He hadn't heard from his brother
in three months.
Definitely hiding something, boss.
My best guess, it was grief.
There's no way he's involved, Gibbs.
Abs, what do you have?
The last three calls that came in
on the phone from the lake
were all made on Friday, October 4.
Yeah?
And they were all from his brother,
Thomas McAllister. Sorry, Kate.
(PEOPLE CHATTERING)
This McAllister family's
got more skeletons
than a North Korean
prison camp, Gibbs.
Here.
That's everything I turned up.
Six months of legwork.
Is it okay to smoke in here, sweetheart?
It's Agent Todd,
and no, Detective Cooper.
It's a federal office building.
It's a wonder you guys catch anybody
working under these conditions.
KATE: We manage.
This supposed to be
in some sort of order?
The order is up here, Gibbs.
And I'll be glad to lay it out for you
once you tell me what you found
in that wreck.
Lieutenant McAllister was shot.
-How many times?
-At least once.
You get the round?
It was recovered
from the passenger-side door.
Pistol, huh?
Rifle would go clear through.
.45.
Car must have been stopped.
He was approached, but not alarmed.
Know his attacker?
One shot, point blank...
Poor sap never saw it coming.
You know how, Gibbs.
Want to know why?
(TIM YELPING)
Angle your end down, Probie.
I told you we should have
taken the legs off.
(TONY SCREAMS)
I said down. Okay.
What does Cooper
need this thing for anyway?
He's old-school. It's part of his process.
He has solved every case
he's taken on, Tony.
How many detectives you know
with a 100% batting average?
You mean besides Gibbs?
(GRUNTING)
TONY: Finally.
Change of plans.
We're doing this upstairs.
Maybe we should take the stairs.
Maybe you should take the legs off
like I told you to.
I'm gonna take the stairs.
I'm the one who said...
Elaine McAllister, the mother.
Into the occult in a big way.
Psychics, séances, all that weird...stuff.
-She dies in '93, the family falls apart.
-How?
The old man. He took it pretty hard.
He decided he was gonna contact
the dead wife.
-Starts neglecting the family business.
-What do you mean by make contact?
He consults this space cadet,
Saleena Lockhart.
Claimed to be a psychic.
I've heard of her. She used to have
that tabloid astrology column.
-I don't buy it.
-Astrology?
No, you reading tabloids.
She weasels her way
into the old man's life.
Next thing you know,
she's practically running it.
McAllister Avionics starts to slide
until it's almost bankrupt by 2000.
How much money did he leave her?
You're quick, Gibbs. Almost $10 million.
He changed his will two weeks
after the Lieutenant went missing.
The surviving brother,
still fighting it in court.
-lt's kind of like Anna Nicole.
-Who?
That's what I said.
McGee, run a background
on this whack job.
-I want to know where she is right now.
-On it, boss.
Now, I know what you're thinking.
She didn't do it, Gibbs.
This is the smoking gun.
Thomas McAllister had a plan
to save the family's fortune.
He wanted to get out of Avionics
and into his own airline.
And it's a good plan, but it involved
leveraging every remaining asset
the McAllisters had.
The brother didn't agree.
Lieutenant was cashing
out of the company?
And going his own way.
This is the contract divesting him
of all family business.
-Where'd you get this?
-You don't wanna know.
What you wanna do is look at the date.
October 5, 2002.
MONROE: The weekend he vanished.
Luckily for the little brother,
he didn't sign the contract.
-I don't believe in luck.
-Neither do |.
So when you bringing McAllister in?
-|'m not.
-What?
But it's all there! Motive, opportunity,
the calls on the Lieutenant's cellphone.
When you were a cop,
did you let civilians lay out your cases?
Or did you work them yourself?
NCIS has had this case for two years.
How long am I supposed to wait?
Till I'm done.
You are looking for the reward.
I am looking for a killer.
Thomas McAllister is your man,
trust me!
I don't trust anyone either.
Kate, how is your rapport
with McAllister?
-She's got more than a rapport, boss.
-G|BBS: Well, good. Call him.
-You're having dinner with him tonight.
-What if he says no?
The way he was looking at you?
I think you're gonna be the one
saying no.
-McGee, you found my psychic yet?
-I have her business address.
It's a TV talk-show set in DC.
She's there now.
DiNozzo, you're with me. Hey, Cooper,
I trust you can find your way out.
-You believe in any of this psychic stuff?
-No, you?
Used one on a case in Baltimore once.
Led us right to
this kidnapped five-year-old girl.
-ls that a fact?
-Yeah.
-How do you explain it?
-Simp|e. She was probably in on it.
MAN: Rolling!
Special Agent Gibbs
and DiNozzo, NCIS.
We're looking to find Saleena Lockhart.
Yeah, she's inside, but you can't go in.
Hey. Hey, wait. They're still shooting!
Man!
And your grandfather
wants you to know
that he will always be with you, Sal/y.
Always.
(SALLY SOBBING)
(AUDIENCE APPLAUDING)
SALLY: Thank you so much, Saleena.
And remember, look and you shall see.
Listen and you will hear.
Our departed loved ones
still have much to teach us.
(SCOFFS)
(AUDIENCE CHEERING)
You think this is how they do it
on The Oprah Show?
Never believe what you see on TV.
Until next time, I'm Saleena Lockhart.
-And cut!
-WOMAN: Cutting!
Look and you shall see, spelled S-E-A?
What kind of third-grader
is writing these cue cards?
Just give us ten minutes
and we'll shoot it again.
I am financing this pilot
with my own money.
I can't afford another
of your ten minutes!
If anybody needs me,
I'll be in craft service.
Well, make sure you save some
for the rest of the crew.
Okay. What?
There are two guys here to see you.
I tried to stop them. Sorry.
-Special Agents...
-Gibbs and DiNozzo from NCIS.
How may I help you?
-You're the psychic. You tell me.
-Brian McAllister.
You found his remains in Black Lake.
-Wow, she's good, boss.
-lt's on the news, DiNozzo.
I told Brian's father
that I felt Brian was
in a cold, dark place.
You could say that. He was murdered.
-Yes. Yes, he told me.
-Who?
Brian. We connected through
a passage on the other side.
Passage? That's what you call it?
You look sceptical. Oh, that's okay.
You sure don't have to believe.
So did he tell you who did it?
It doesn't work that way, Agent DiNozzo.
-Can I get a green tea, please?
-How does it work?
Well, | get impressions, feelings.
I don't get specific details.
Did he have any feeling about
his father including you in his will?
I didn't ask him.
I'm not a psychic, but considering
he was a Navy fighter pilot,
I'd say he'd be pretty pissed off about it.
Your point, Agent Gibbs?
Where were you the weekend
Lieutenant McAllister was murdered?
Luray. Luray Caverns.
l was hosting a spiritual retreat.
Luray?
Hey, boss, isn't that about 15 miles
from Black Lake?
Can you tell me what I'm thinking now,
Miss Lockhart?
I don't have to be a psychic to tell that.
Could we discuss this outside please?
Your energy is disrupting my set.
Thank you.
Look, I had nothing to do
with Brian's disappearance.
-You should talk to his brother.
-Yeah? Why is that?
Thomas was the black sheep,
and he hated Brian.
I may be many things, Agent Gibbs,
but I am not a murderer.
GIBBS: But you talk to dead people.
l have over a dozen people
who can verify my whereabouts
on that weekend.
One of them is a senator.
-We'll need their names.
-My lawyer will get them to you.
Now, is there anything else
I can do for you?
(SALEENA SCREAMS)
(GUN FIRING)
You didn't see that one coming,
did you?
-Son of a bitch!
-Did you get a licence number?
-Yeah, I got one.
-That's a good job, Tony.
It's definitely from a .45 round, guys.
Just give me a sec to line up
the rifling patterns.
You run the plates?
-Came back stolen.
-Figures.
The marking's a match.
It's from the same pistol that killed
Lieutenant McAllister two years ago.
Why don't we just drag McAllister in
for questioning, boss?
Because his lawyers make more
in one hour than you make all week.
That's an excellent point.
So you're saying I deserve a raise?
Or not.
We need more than circumstantial
evidence to take McAllister down.
I agree. But what do we get
out of Kate going on a date with him?
| get to search his house
for that Colt .45
without him knowing about it.
-And if it turns out he's our murderer?
-That's why you're going with her.
I'm meeting him at the airport
in 20 minutes, Gibbs.
Hey, I need you to distract him
for at least two hours
so we can search his house.
Shouldn't be a problem.
He already invited me to dinner.
So, how do I look?
Uh.
What do you mean?
I mean, yeah. You look fine.
-What's wrong with fine?
-|'m going for hot here, Tony.
Well, in that case, do you mind?
-Boss, I got the search warrant.
-Yeah, you're with me. Get your things.
(KATE GASPS)
-Yeah, now that, that is hot.
-G|BBS: You two done playing dress-up?
-Done.
-Done.
All right, get moving.
I want a comm check in 15 minutes.
On it.
Hey, Kate, you looked better
the other way.
(AIRPLANE WHIRRING)
TONY: How you reading me, Kate?
-Say again?
-I said loud and clear.
Slide the mike closer
to your throat, please.
-How's that?
-Crystal.
Hello?
Hello?
Kate.
-Do | feel underdressed.
-We|l, when you said dinner.
Hey, I'm not complaining.
You look fantastic.
Thank you. So where are we going?
Actually, I thought we might stay here.
If you survive my cooking,
there's a few things I'd like to tell you
about my big brother.
-T|M: Boss? Where are we going?
-Going around back, McGee.
It's locked, boss.
Well, yeah, McGee.
That's kind of the point of having doors.
Well, the last two times
I encountered a situation like this,
Tony threw a rock through a window,
Kate climbed in
a second-storey window.
You don't say.
Let's go.
I wasn't entirely truthful
this afternoon, Kate.
When you come from
the type of family I did,
you get used to keeping secrets.
What kind of secrets?
My parents were always a bit eccentric.
When my mom died,
my dad pretty much lost it.
He started talking to dead people?
-You've been checking up on me.
-|t's my job, Tom.
At first I thought it was harmless,
but the psychic he was seeing,
she started manipulating him,
really cutting him off
from the rest of the family.
-Sa|eena Lockhart.
-Real|y checking up on me.
-What did your brother think of her?
-He didn't.
Brian was too busy
with his naval career.
He wasn't around to see the damage
she was doing.
Somebody tried to kill her today.
I thought of it myself more than once.
A lot of people think it was you.
What do you think, Kate?
Well, I'm here, aren't I?
(DOOR CREAKING)
NCIS!
Guys, do you mind?
Cooper, what are you doing here?
-Same thing you are.
-l have a warrant.
-You gonna arrest me?
-It depends.
-On what?
-What you found.
I'm hoping, a million dollars.
MONROE: I checked
all the local counties.
Thomas McAllister doesn't own
any handguns.
But his old man?
Bit of a gun nut. Even owns a Colt .45.
Recently fired.
(CELL PHONE RINGING)
-DiNozzo.
-Tony.
TONY: Yeah, boss.
-Take him down.
-I'm on it.
I called Brian the weekend
he went missing.
l was trying to get him to come home,
talk some sense into Dad.
-He said he'd think about it.
-Why would you lie to us about it?
Because I thought that l was
responsible for his death.
Were you?
When they found his car in Black Lake,
I thought he finally decided
to listen to me for once.
The roads in Hastings are death traps
in the daytime,
at night, when you're tired...
-You thought it was an accident?
-Until you told me he was murdered.
Only one person stood to gain
from his death.
Saleena Lockhart.
Unfortunately, there is one more.
He never would have signed this.
TONY: Thomas McAllister?
You're under arrest for the murder
of your brother.
So I guess dessert
is out of the question.
-You okay?
-|'m fine.
You don't look fine.
I hope I'm getting overtime
for this, Gibbs,
because I'm missing
my cousin's birthday.
Were they a match?
It's the same weapon
that killed the Lieutenant
and shot up the makeup trailer today.
GIBBS: Thanks, Abs.
Figures. I finally meet a nice guy
and he turns out to be a murderer.
Happens to Tony all the time.
-Hey, do me a favour, Kate.
-What?
My back is killing me.
I'm waiting,
and don't short-change me this time.
You know, your muscles
wouldn't be so tight
if you stopped drinking all that caffeine
crap that Gibbs is always bringing you.
ABBY: Oh, but I love
the caffeine crap, Kate.
Abby, I need you out here. Now!
How much time
did you spend on this door?
ABBY: Enough to get
the bullet's trajectory.
I was gonna test for metal fatigue
and age in the morning.
-Do it tonight.
-Why?
I mean, I'll have it for you
in 30 minutes, sir.
Kate will help.
Well, looks like you did it again,
Mr Cooper.
Oh, I'm getting old, kid.
I think I'm going to retire after this one.
If you ask me,
we should get 50% of that million.
Too bad life ain't fair, DiNozzo.
MONROE: Oh, it's about time.
In my day we didn't wait two hours
to interrogate someone.
Let me guess,
you just beat it out of them?
Yeah, something like that.
THOMAS: I'm sure you hear this a lot.
I'm innocent, Agent Gibbs.
I know.
What the hell kind
of interrogation is that?
You're free to go, Mr McAllister.
It's not enough I do yourjob for you,
now you want to arrest me for it?
We do owe you for finding
the Lieutenant for us, Cooper.
The problem is, it isn't murder.
Give me a break, Gibbs.
-You saw the evidence.
-I did.
Brian McAllister died in a car accident.
The bullet fired into his car
wasn't from two years ago.
GIBBS: The metal around the impact
was only recently exposed to water.
Two weeks sound about right to you?
What's this got to do with me?
The reward was offered
for finding the Lieutenant's killer.
In order to collect,
you had to manufacture one.
(SCOFFS)
I don't know what the hell
you're talking about.
It might have worked. I mean, we would
have found that gun eventually.
But you just couldn't wait.
What were you going to do
with the money, Cooper?
Gambling debts? Retirement?
Taking those shots at Saleena Lockhart,
that was overkill.
-Too bad we caught you putting it back.
-Yeah?
-Good luck proving it.
-Oh, I will.
This is an Instant Shooter ID Kit.
lt'll tell me if you fired a gun recently.
Swab away, Gibbs, 'cause
there's no gun residue on these hands.
Oh, a private dick like you, I'll bet
you were wearing rubber gloves.
[figure any man who solves
the unsolvable
needs a trademark.
And I'm betting yours
is that tacky trench coat.
You probably never take it off, huh?
This comes up blue,
I've got you for attempted murder.
Good luck trying to collect
that million dollars.
Get up.
-I don't believe it.
-Sorry, Probie.
I felt the same way when I found out
professional wrestling was fake.
But he was gonna frame
an innocent man just for the reward?
It's all about the Benjamins.
Sometimes.
Not always.
-You up for that dessert now?
-At 2:30 in the morning?
I think I might know a place
that's still open.
-And where would that be?
-New York.
Sometimes it's good
to own your own airline.
New York? I love New York.
-|t's a small plane, Tony.
-Maybe next time.
KATE: So you're Catholic, right?