NCIS (2003–…): Season 2, Episode 19 - Conspiracy Theory - full transcript
A petty officer reports that someone in a military cammy uniform has entered her bedroom in Georgetown, in Washington, DC, and assaulted her with a knife; the Metro PD calls the NCIS, so Gibbs and company investigate. The Naval Medical Center in Bethesda recently released her from treatment for a mental illness; now her psychologist interferes and readmits her. Soon Gibbs and Kate find her dead, then Ducky calls it murder. The victim had worked for, and had an affair with, a captain at the Pentagon under investigation by the FBI. Gibbs and Fornell, of the FBI, butt heads but later collaborate. The gang trace connections and relationships, and they eventually figure out everything.
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MALE VOICE: (WHISPERING)
Jessica! Jessica!
(ECHOING) Over here. Over here!
FEMALE VOICE: He's dead.
-Your fiancé is dead.
-Your fiancé is dead.
I'm gonna get you.
I’m over here.
Here / am.
Die.
TONY: (GRUNTING) Thirteen,
fifteen,
seventeen,
nineteen.
Did you lose something down there,
DiNozzo?
Ninety-nine, a hundred.
-Just doing my morning exercise.
-Right.
So how old's this one?
Why does it always have to be
about a woman, Kate?
'Cause we're talking about you.
Got your favourite here.
Bacon-sausage-cheese
breakfast burrito.
I'll pass. Too much fat.
-Must be really young.
-Oh, she is.
I don't think they need
to know about it, Abs.
She's 5'10", blonde hair, long legs,
and ginormous headlights.
-That last part was really necessary?
-That's what you called them.
She broke down by the Navy yard
last night, and Tony helped her out.
-Oh, I bet he did.
-She's a junior at Georgetown.
So that would make her what, about 20?
Actually, she could be younger.
I was 18 when l was a junior at MIT.
When we need clarification,
we'll ask for it, probie. Thank you.
Oh, I'm asking. How old, Abby?
Well, she was old enough
to turn Tony down.
Said she only goes out
with guys in their 203.
KATE: Oh, poor baby.
She wasn't my type anyway.
Well, that's a good thing,
'cause I think it's time
that the "Sex Machine"
hung his spurs up.
-How do you know about that?
-Your college nickname?
Let's just say that dating
your frat brother had its advantages.
GIBBS: Grab your gear.
We're going to Georgetown.
Petty officer was assaulted
in her home last night.
You're driving, Sex Machine.
Kate, I'd check your e-mail
before we go. It's kind of important.
Where did you get this?
Wet T-shirt Wall of Fame.
Spring break, '94.
Saw it when l was
in Panama City last month.
Oh, my God.
l was going to keep it to myself,
but then you decided to tell everyone
my pledge name.
-You wouldn't dare.
-Oh.
Tony! Tony, come on.
We can work this out.
TAYLOR: Name's Petty Officer
Jessica Smith.
Claims intruder in military fatigues
entered her home
and tried to attack her.
-What do you mean "tried"?
-At this point,
I'm not even sure there was an attacker.
Who are you?
Special Agents Gibbs and Todd,
NCIS.
We have to talk, but not here.
(WHISPERING) They're listening.
-Who's listening, Petty Officer?
-| wish I knew.
Turn the radio on.
(MUSIC PLAYING ON RADIO)
There. They can't hear us now.
Tell me about last night.
How...
-How do I know I can trust you?
-Because we're here to help.
I heard voices
whispering.
Yeah? Saying what?
I couldn't tell, but it was about me.
-You have to protect me.
-From what?
-Monsters.
-Jessica? It's gonna be okay.
Boss, the Commander refused
to wait outside.
Lieutenant Commander Allan Witten.
I'm Petty Officer Smith's psychologist.
-Outside. Now.
-Very well.
I don't wanna go back.
I can't go back.
Please don't make me go back.
It's okay.
WITTEN: Jessica is under my care.
When she missed her phone session
this morning, I became concerned.
What's wrong with her?
She's been diagnosed
with brief reactive psychosis.
We believe it's been triggered
by the death of her fiancé in Iraq
last month.
Yeah? Why isn't she in the hospital?
As her condition improved,
we released her.
Treated her as an outpatient.
She told the cops
there was a man in her bedroom
in camouflage utilities and body armour.
Was she hearing voices,
and did he have a knife?
-How do you know that, Commander?
-lt's a delusion, Agent Gibbs.
She's had several just like it
at Bethesda. I need to get her back.
Gentlemen, I assure you,
no crime has been committed here.
Why don't you let me decide that?
I'm very, very sorry
for the Sex Machine crack, Tony.
It was insensitive and rude.
-I swear it won't happen again.
-Whatever.
Damn it. What are you gonna do
with it, DiNozzo?
I haven't decided yet.
-I thought it might make a nice poster.
-What would?
I am warning you. It will be war.
Hell on earth.
What are you guys talking about?
-None of your business, probie!
-None of your business, McGee!
Did Petty Officer Smith say anything
while I was talking to her shrink?
No, all she kept telling me
was to call her CO,
and let him know
that the monsters are after her again.
From all appearances,
I'd say she had a relapse.
Well, my first two marriages
were based on appearances.
Pull Petty Officer Smith's records
when we get back.
KATE: Navy Achievement Medal winner.
Sailor of the Quarter three times.
She is an outstanding sailor, Gibbs.
Lot of overachievers
and perfectionists lose it.
My uncle ran a Fortune 500 company
until they found him digging up holes
in a golf course looking for mole people.
You're a perfectionist, aren't you, Kate?
Before her breakdown,
she was working for the Department
of Acquisitions at the Pentagon.
-Who was her CO?
-Captain Ross Vetter.
There's an open case file on him, boss.
-Why don't I know about it?
-|t's not ours. It's the FBI's.
They opened it about a month
before Smith had her psychotic break.
What are they investigating Vetter for?
I can't tell. They're not letting NCIS
access the contents of the file.
McGee!
You want the FBI's case file
on Captain Vetter. On it!
-Let's roll.
-Where to?
To ask Petty Officer Smith
some questions about monsters.
Hi, I'm Catherine Reynolds.
We've been expecting you.
Welcome to Seven West.
Commander Witten
is on his way down now.
I can tell you everything there is
to know about this place.
They don't need to know anything,
William.
All you have to do is ask me.
Who's got the power. Who's cool.
Who's got the baby oil.
That's enough now, William.
Go back to group. Go.
-Oh, there's Commander Witten now.
-Kate, you're with me.
Boss? What about me?
Conflict in the workplace?
You have no idea.
l have a theory that most of it results
from unresolved sexual issues.
Really?
It certainly has been the case for me.
I could use a drink. How about you?
Mrs Reynolds. Did you get that shirt
out of the laundry room?
You know, the doctors warned you
about this kind of behaviour.
Yeah, well the doctor doesn't have
an ass like this one.
Sorry, I can't help myself sometimes.
WITTEN: She's been sedated.
She'll sleep through the night.
-I wanna talk to her when she wakes up.
-Abso|utely not.
She's paranoid of authority figures.
Well, from what I've seen, the only one
she seems paranoid about is you.
She had a delusional episode.
This has nothing to do with NCIS.
You can check back in a few weeks.
We'll see you tomorrow.
l have a degree in clinical psychology.
Do you have any expertise in the area,
Agent Gibbs?
No. No, I do not.
Just a BS meter.
See you in the morning, Doc.
The FBI is stonewalling us, boss.
They claim that the Captain Vetter case
is classified.
Last time I checked,
we had clearances, probie.
Well, they're still not releasing
the info, Tony,
but I did call the Pentagon,
I spoke with the admiral
in charge of his office.
The FBI thinks that Captain Vetter
was taking kickbacks
in exchange for government contracts.
He's on administrative leave,
pending the outcome
of the investigation.
They say anything
about Petty Officer Jessica Smith?
Yes, she was questioned, but so was
everybody else in Vetter's group.
Well, if she was found mentally ill,
it would excuse her
from testifying against her boss.
She didn't look like
she was faking it to me.
Something tells me you say that a lot.
Kate, when they pour cold water
over your chest,
doesn't that sort of make you...
Hey, DiNozzo!
(CELL PHONE RINGING)
You do that again,
I will put my boot so far up your ass.
Yeah, Gibbs.
Agent Gibbs,
I should have told you before.
We have to talk, sir.
Yeah. Yeah, I'm listening.
Not like this.
They're listening.
-You gotta help me.
-Yeah, all right. We're on our way.
Hurry, please!
Jessica, stay on the phone with me.
-You just keep talking to me, Jessica.
-I can't. Just get here.
God. Kate, come on. You're with me.
-Jessica Smith's room?
-Sir, I'm not authorised.
-Commander Witten told me under no...
-Open her door or I'll break it down!
Yes, sir.
Find out who else she called.
Check out her speed dial
and her phonebook.
On it.
She should have been observed
24 hours a day, Jethro.
A young, troubled girl like this being
left alone all night is negligent at best.
WITTEN: My God!
-Did she leave a note?
-No.
If she did, what would she have written?
I don't know.
He was the one responsible
for the petty officer?
Easy, Duck.
Commander!
How could you have allowed this
young woman to be left alone all night?
-There was a corpsman on duty.
-One corpsman for an entire ward?
We had seven patients.
None were considered suicide risks.
I'm sure the family
will take great solace from that.
She's ready, Doctor Mallard.
Well, let's get her home, Mr Palmer.
What's going on?
Jessica killed herself.
I heard them say it.
-She's deader than dead.
-|s it true?
I'm afraid so, Catherine.
Corpsman, can we get everyone
into the day room, please?
Yes, sir.
Joe, Marty, why don't you gentlemen
come with me?
I take it you knew her well?
We spent a month together here.
It's about as good a chick-bonding
experience as any.
Ah!
-It must be difficult.
-It's hard.
Yeah, I know.
Really, really hard, Agent Tony.
If you're not too busy, DiNozzo.
You're a shy little minx.
Yeah.
MORGAN: I didn't hear anything, sir.
Is this where you were
most of the night?
Unless I was making my rounds.
When's the last time you checked
on Petty Officer Smith?
19:30, ma'am. She was sedated
and sleeping peacefully.
If she was sedated,
how did she manage to call us?
And hang herself?
Ma'am,
I've seen patients kill themselves
by stuffing their noses
and throats full of toilet paper.
-If they want to do it, they find a way.
-Or they're helped.
Who classified her a non-suicide risk?
MORGAN: Commander Witten, sir.
-All right, that's all for now.
-Yes, sir.
Boss, finished processing her room.
Okay to tape it off now?
Yeah. Go ahead. Do it.
I also want everything on Witten
and every contact he's had
with Petty Officer Smith.
Tonight?
Oh, I'll get right on it.
What about
doctor-patient confidentiality?
It doesn't exist in the military anymore,
probie.
And sadly for some,
it doesn't exist
between NCIS teammates, either.
You're wasting your time.
It doesn't bother me anymore, Tony.
-Pr0bie, you wanna see something hot?
-Sure.
-What's it going to cost me?
-I don't know.
You still have
that Catholic schoolgirl uniform?
-Agent DiNozzo.
-I thought you were dead, Fornell.
I got better.
Does Gibbs know
you're sitting at his desk?
Just checking my e-mail.
Don't think he'll mind.
-How long has he been here?
-Since I got in.
-Isn't he supposed to be dead?
-Got better.
Does Gibbs know
he's sitting at his desk?
No.
-Oh, this is gonna be...
-Great!
-Comfortable?
-Not really. There's no lumbar support.
And you should get a password
to protect your computer.
That's what this is for.
-What do you want, Tobias?
-I'm hurt.
Can't an old friend just stop by
to say hi?
-Our usual conference room?
-Lead the way.
Hey, you make sure he didn't do any
of that virus goat rope crap to my thing.
-"Goat rope"?
-Marine term, probie.
He means halfway between
a FUBAR and SNAFU.
Okay. What's a FUBAR?
-You are.
-You are.
Why is the FBI investigating
a Navy captain
without informing us, Fornell?
| forgot.
You always inform us when one of
your cases strays into FBI jurisdiction.
I wanna know about this case.
They're looking into Captain Vetter
for taking kickbacks.
You came all the way down here
to tell me that?
That, and they want you to back off,
Jethro.
Believe me, I told them it was futile.
What does Petty Officer Jessica Smith
have to do with this?
No idea. I'm just the messenger here.
Now why don't I believe that?
I'd say mostly because you're a bastard.
But it wouldn't do any good, would it?
I'll see what I can find out for you.
No promises.
Tobias, you owe me.
You're calling that in for a B and E
on some petty officer's house?
-She's dead!
-How?
She killed herself last night.
I wanna know why.
-|'|| find out, under one condition.
-Name it.
You don't do anything to jeopardise
our investigation into Captain Vetter.
I wouldn't dream of it.
Why don't I believe that?
Mostly
because I'm a bastard.
-Hey, McGee!
-Boss!
Get me the home address
of Captain Ross Vetter.
And get the sedan.
(DOORBELL RINGING)
-What do you want?
-To hear your side of the story.
Off the record.
-|'m being railroaded.
-By who?
The military-industrial complex.
-I wouldn't play their game.
-What kind of game is that, Captain?
Do you know how defence contracts
are decided in this country?
Usually by the lowest bidder.
Every senator, every congressman
tries to grab a piece of the pie
for their own people.
For their state?
No, the people. The corporations
that fund their campaigns.
And then hire them after they get out
of office, Agent McGee.
Do you think that's why the FBI
is investigating you?
I know it! l was trying to change
that system, and now I'm paying for it.
Damn it!
Sweetheart? Audrey?
We need some towels out here.
Kind of early for the single malt,
isn't it, Skip?
You have no idea what the last couple
of months have been like for me,
for my family.
No, I don't. But you don't know what
it's been like for Petty Officer Smith.
-|'ve been meaning to visit her.
-A little late for that.
Jessica Smith killed herself last night,
Captain.
I knew she was having some issues
when her fiance died but...
Do you know why?
That's what we're hoping to find out.
AUDREY: When are you people
gonna leave us alone?
It's all right, sweetheart.
They're NCIS agents.
I don't care, Ross.
I'm not answering any more questions.
I want them out of my home.
I'm sorry to hear about Jessica.
She was like a daughter to me.
I should have been there for her.
She wanted us to pass
a message along to you, Captain.
The monsters were after her again.
-Monsters? I don't understand.
-We don't, either...yet.
If you think of anything that might help,
call me.
Of course.
Sorry to bother you, ma'am.
You have a beautiful home.
When I was a Marine, I could have
never afforded a place as nice as this.
She was right, Jethro.
Monsters were after her.
Hanging leaves a telltale "V" mark
on the neck here and here.
As you can see, these marks
are missing from her neck.
Yes, also, I found bruising and clotting
on the inside of her nose
and on the inside of her lips.
-She was smothered.
-Yes.
Poor girl was dead long before
the noose went anywhere
near her neck.
This was no suicide, Jethro.
Our petty officer was murdered.
KATE: Look familiar, Sex Machine?
Now that you mention it, nope.
It's a different style T-shirt. See?
I'm begging you, don't!
-You gonna be nice?
-Yes.
-See what?
-Nothing, boss.
I'm just admiring Abby's handiwork.
-Why?
-Well, lwas bored,
and I thought she needed
a little personality.
Does she have a purpose, Abby?
Several, in fact,
according to her instruction manual.
-For the case, Abs.
-Oh, right.
I think I know how Petty Officer Smith
was strung up.
According to her hospital chart, she was
given 15 milligrams of Trazodone
when she arrived at Bethesda.
That's enough to zonk her out
for most of the day.
Then how did she make
the phone call asking us for help?
Well, it would have started to wear off.
She would have been weak, sluggish.
At least enough for this.
Except there were no signs of struggle,
Abby.
Have you ever been on Trazodone,
Tony?
I mean, she couldn't have fought off
a 10-year-old.
-But still there is a problem.
-How'd they hang her afterwards?
Correct as always, my silver-haired fox.
I mean, Gibbs, sir, boss.
See what's missing?
-Nothing to stand on.
-Exact|y.
How did the killer
lift her body afterwards?
-There were two of them?
-Possible. But there's a simpler way.
The legs of the bed act as a fulcrum.
Making it easier for one person
to lift Jessica's weight.
That would have made some noise.
Enough that you probably would
have heard it at the nurses' station.
Manned by Corpsman Morgan.
-Have him report to NCIS tomorrow.
-Okay.
Don't tell him why.
-KATE: I saw that.
-Saw what?
Nothing. I saw nothing.
You want some of this? I've got
a clean cup around here somewhere.
I'm not worried about your cups, Gibbs.
-How can you drink that rotgut?
-Easy. It's got alcohol in it.
Macallan 18.
Now there's a drink.
What'd you find out about the FBI
investigation into Captain Vetter?
-Official|y, not much.
-Unofficial|y.
They weren't getting very far,
so they decided to go
for someone weaker in his office.
His personal assistant,
Petty Officer Smith.
Why shut NCIS out of it?
They worked her over pretty hard.
Didn't think you'd go along with it.
Threats, jail time.
They forced her to wear a wire to work.
That woman just lost her fiancé in Iraq,
Fornell.
Which only made her more vulnerable,
easy to manipulate.
Man, you call me a bastard.
It wasn't my case, Gibbs.
I'm just here doing a favour.
That said,
they think she was hiding something.
What?
Unfortunately, she killed herself
before they could find out.
Jessica Smith did not commit suicide.
She was murdered.
-By whom?
-That's a hell of a question, Tobias.
That's what
you're gonna help me find out.
-Book On Tape Club?
-Jessica Smith's therapy sessions.
Anything interesting?
Not from her psychologist,
Commander Witten.
She's evasive, afraid to talk.
She's a little more outgoing in
the group sessions, but not by much.
ls her friend Catherine Reynolds
on those tapes, probie?
Yes. Yes, Catherine Reynolds,
she is the one that talks about sex a lot.
-Gets kind of graphic.
-Oh, okay.
I'm gonna need to listen to those
and probably take them home...
Tony! What is wrong with you?
Burn him a copy, McGee.
What I was going to say,
if the petty officer was afraid
to talk in public,
she might be talking in private.
She may have opened up to some
of her friends inside the ward.
-It's a good idea.
-It's a well-known fact, Mr McGee,
that women tell each other everything.
That would explain why none
of my friends will go outwith you.
-l'm sorry. Say something?
-Nothing.
-MORGAN: Agent DiNozzo?
-Yeah.
-l was told to report to you this morning.
-Not to me, Petty Officer.
To him.
-Am I in trouble ?
-G|BBS: Depends.
On what, sir?
GIBBS: You told us you were
at the front desk your entire watch.
Except for
when l was making rounds, sir.
-How long do the rounds take?
-A few minutes.
A few minutes. Okay, got that.
Did you see anyone else come in or out
of the exit of the ward that night?
No, sir.
-What about hearing anything unusual?
-No, nothing, until you showed up, sir.
Yep.
-We got us a problem, Petty Officer.
-Sir?
-Jessica Smith was murdered last night.
-Murdered?
GIBBS: And according to you, you're
the only one that could have done it.
There's no way he did it.
Look at his reaction.
-Maybe he's just a good actor.
-Nobody's that good.
I've been thinking, Kate,
about the photo...
I'm sorry. I mean, you know
I'd never give it out, right?
-In fact, I'm going to delete it right now.
-Rea|ly?
Thank you, Tony.
That would be a huge relief.
-What are you doing?
-Acting, Kate. It's not that hard.
MORGAN: I lied, sir.
Yeah. Yeah, I kind of figured that out
for myself, Petty Officer.
I screwed up, sir. I really screwed up.
I kind of figured that one out, too.
I left my post for about 40 minutes.
l was...
with someone.
This person have a name?
One of the patients, sir.
-Catherine Reynolds.
-Doing what?
We've been having sex
for three months now.
Tony, lwant you to talk
to Catherine Reynolds.
See if she'll verify Morgan's alibi.
My pleasure.
Kate, you're with me.
McGee!
What the hell are you doing?
I'm listening to Petty Officer Smith's
group therapy sessions.
There's two people
that she interacts with the most,
Catherine Reynolds, Lynn Simons.
They've got a lot in common, knitting,
crossword puzzles, the TV show...
-McGee!
-We||, I think they may be friends.
Why does this matter?
Well, she may have confided in them,
told them something
that she didn't tell anybody else.
It's good thinking, McGee.
-|'m the one who came up...
-Tony!
Go baby-sit our corpsman
in interrogation.
McGee,
you interview Reynolds and Simons.
Why didn't you tell him I had that idea?
Tony, a wise man once told me
there's no "I" in "team."
-Where are we going?
-Jessica Smith's house.
I think she was telling the truth
about someone being in her bedroom.
(GUN FIRING)
Down!
-You okay?
-Yeah.
Let's get this bastard.
(CAR ENGINE STARTING)
(GUN FIRING)
(CAR TYRES SCREECHING)
-Did you get a plate?
-No.
Ah, damn it!
What do you think
they were looking for?
(SIGHING)
I found something. Not quite sure what.
Have any idea?
That's a radio receiver
and broadcast speaker.
I guess Jessica Smith
was hearing voices.
Yeah, and they weren't in her head.
ABBY: So the parts are off the shelf,
but the execution is very,
very sophisticated.
The receiver is actually the guts
from a disposable cell phone.
You dial the number,
and the device activates.
Like a terrorist bomb.
MALE VOICE: (ECHOING)
Jess... Ca...
Jessica. Over here. Over here.
-He’s dead.
-Your fiancé's dead.
Whoa.
It's like the soundtrack
to Friday the 13th.
You know, the movie?
There are, like, 11 of them.
Oh, Gibbs. You really need to get out
of your basement more.
What were they about?
Basically there's this guy
that wears a hockey mask
and he kills teenagers with a machete,
usually right after they had sex.
-Why?
-We||, he died at summer camp
so his mother killed everyone there.
But he was actually alive,
and he was living in the woods.
But then he died and he went to hell.
And then he was frozen,
and then he went to outer space...
It's complicated.
-You don't know, do you?
-Not a clue.
I keep hoping they're gonna explain
in the next one.
You call me
when you find something, Abby.
(CELL PHONE RINGING)
-Yeah, Gibbs.
-ABBY: Found something!
-See this?
-Yes.
I out myself today installing
a graphics card in my computer.
Okay.
You want me to kiss it or something?
That'd be really nice,
but it's not my point.
Most of the metal inside electronics
is unfinished.
I out myself all the time
on burs and rough edges.
Yeah, well, you ought to try building
a boat with hand tools
after a couple shots of Jack.
Anyway, my point is
I was snooping around the circuit board,
and Ifound this.
It's blood, Gibbs.
Whoever assembled this
cut themselves.
-We have their DNA.
-That's great work, Abby.
-Feel better?
-Much.
WITTEN: Is there some reason why you
people don't feel the need to call ahead?
Or is it that you just enjoy
arriving unannounced like this?
Depends on the situation, Commander.
Well, l have a ward to run here.
I don't have time for this, Agent McGee.
I'm here to interview
several of your patients.
Catherine Reynolds
and Petty Officer Lynn Simons.
Simons was discharged
from the Navy three weeks ago.
Catherine Reynolds is in her room,
and I do not want her disturbed.
You should have called.
I could have saved you the trip.
Commander, it wasn't a request.
Do you have any idea how upsetting
your presence was the other night?
Some. Do you have any idea
what's going on inside your own ward?
And what exactly is
that supposed to mean?
Well, we can start
with Corpsman Morgan
having sex with Mrs Reynolds
during the last three months.
That's impossible. I would've known.
Or we can end
with Jessica Smith's murder.
It's your call, Commander.
(KNOCKING ON DOOR)
Catherine, it's Commander Witten.
Are you decent?
If I was, I wouldn't be in here, Doc.
Go away.
You have a visitor.
It's NCIS Special Agent McGee.
Bummer. I thought it was the cute one.
Well, ljust need to ask you
a few questions, Mrs Reynolds.
Okay, as long
as I can ask you some back.
This is about
Corpsman Timothy Morgan, ma'am.
Claims that he has been
in a relationship with you
and that on the night
of Jessica Smith's death, that he was...
With me, knocking boots.
You take what you can get around here,
Agent McGee.
My turn.
-Are you a virgin?
-No.
-Are you sure?
-The last time I checked.
And that was two questions,
Mrs Reynolds.
What time were you with Morgan?
I think it was between 7:00 and 8:30.
And were you close
to Jessica Smith at all?
I really liked her. She didn't belong here.
-Ever been in love?
-Love.
Yeah. Sometimes I think
I might have been. Yeah.
Honesty. I like that.
Very rare in a man.
Did Jessica ever tell you anything
about her problems?
-Yes.
-So what did she say?
She was having an affair
with a married man.
-She tell you his name?
-Nope.
Okay.
All right.
Well, thank you, Mrs Reynolds.
You've been very helpful.
But she did tell Lynn Simons,
who then told me.
Boxers or tighty-whiteys?
Depends. I guess, both.
What about right now?
Boxers.
He was her CO.
The bastard never returned any
of her phone calls in here.
So she asked Lynn
to deliver a message for her.
TIM: Petty Officer Lynn Simons.
Avionics and electronics tech.
Received a medical discharge
three weeks ago.
Jessica Smith asked her to deliver
a message to Captain Vetter.
She loved him
and promised to forgive him
if he would just contact her.
Simons failed to report to her therapy
session at the VA two weeks ago.
-No one's seen her since, Gibbs.
-Find her.
McGee, get Captain Vetter in here.
If he refuses, put him in cuffs.
You might wanna hear this, boss.
Vetter and Commander Witten
both served on the USS Kennedy in '99.
It's a big ship, Tony.
Could be a coincidence.
Yeah, I don't believe in coincidences.
Hey, it's me. We need to talk.
So what's the plan, good cop, bad cop?
More like bad cop, scary cop, McGee.
Which one's which?
I think you'll have to ask
their ex-wives that one.
/ demand to know
what the hell is going on here!
Not much.
Just the end of your life as you know it,
Captain.
You see what I've had to deal with,
Agent Gibbs?
Threats, intimidation.
I won't stand for it!
You told me Petty Officer Smith
was like a daughter to you.
What's that got to do with this?
Considering you were sleeping with her,
a lot.
-I want a lawyer.
-Yeah, you'll need one.
She was murdered.
We think it was you.
-Where were you Wednesday night?
-At home with my wife.
Well, we checked with her, Vetter.
She said you went out.
Didn't come back till around midnight.
-No, she's lying!
-Maybe.
They do tend to get vindictive
when they find out
you've been cheating on them.
VETTER: You told her about Jessica?
GIBBS: I did.
You might wanna consult
a divorce lawyer while you're at it.
I didn't kill Jessica.
I loved her, for God's sake.
He loved her, Gibbs.
I guess that's it then.
We've got to let him go.
Sure.
After 80 or 90 years in Leavenworth.
You have means, you have motive,
and you have no alibi, Vetter.
She catch you taking the kickbacks,
or was she just helping you?
She caught me.
The money was supposed
to have been for us, after the divorce.
But I swear to you both, I didn't...
I couldn't kill her.
You know what might help me
believe him, Gibbs?
-If he started crying?
-No.
If the good Captain here told us
where the money is.
-Are you offering me a deal?
-Depends.
Who else knew the location
of the money?
Only me. Me and Jessica.
TONY: He's telling the truth, boss.
He stashed the money in a gym locker.
Looks to be around $800,000
in a green duffle bag.
Who do you think's gonna pick it up,
Gibbs?
Our killer.
Boss, the GPS marker Tony put
with the money is showing movement.
Bag's in play, DiNozzo.
Have Kate tighten up on the entrance.
Roger that. Tighter on the entrance.
-lt's Petty Officer Simons, boss.
-We||, yes, Tony. We can all see that.
-Take her down?
-Negative.
-I want to see where she takes it.
-Whoa.
That's $800,000 in there, Jethro.
Relax, Tobias. It's not yours.
(COMPUTER BEEPING)
(CELL PHONE RINGING)
Yeah, Gibbs.
Hey, I ran the blood drop
from the circuit board through AFDIL
-and I got a match. It's a Petty Officer...
-Lynn Simons.
We got it, Abs. Thanks.
I really hate it when he does that.
She's heading for Bethesda.
She's picking up Commander Witten,
boss.
Strike that, he's gonna follow her.
Or she's gonna follow him?
Guess again, Sex Machine.
It's your girlfriend.
-Got the money, babe?
-Oh, yeah.
Good.
-Get out.
-What are you doing?
What I always do. Survive.
But if it wasn't for me,
you never would have gotten her back
in the hospital
and never would have known
where she hid the money.
True. Now get out, bitch.
Drop the weapon!
-They followed you!
-Drop it!
It's not loaded!
Please don't shoot! Please!
You stupid bitch!
-Don't touch me!
-You're not my type, lady.
Hey, get your hands on the wheel!
Kate, cuff this whack-job!
(COMPUTER BEEPING)
(COMPUTER BEEPING)
-That's not me.
-We||, of course it's not you.
Too bad nobody else
is gonna know that.
-That's low, Kate.
-I learned from the best, Tony.
-We both delete at the same time?
-On three.
One, two, three.
(COMPUTERS BEEP)
(COMPUTER BEEPING)
-See you tomorrow, boss!
-Have a good one, Gibbs!
MALE VOICE: (WHISPERING)
Jessica! Jessica!
(ECHOING) Over here. Over here!
FEMALE VOICE: He's dead.
-Your fiancé is dead.
-Your fiancé is dead.
I'm gonna get you.
I’m over here.
Here / am.
Die.
TONY: (GRUNTING) Thirteen,
fifteen,
seventeen,
nineteen.
Did you lose something down there,
DiNozzo?
Ninety-nine, a hundred.
-Just doing my morning exercise.
-Right.
So how old's this one?
Why does it always have to be
about a woman, Kate?
'Cause we're talking about you.
Got your favourite here.
Bacon-sausage-cheese
breakfast burrito.
I'll pass. Too much fat.
-Must be really young.
-Oh, she is.
I don't think they need
to know about it, Abs.
She's 5'10", blonde hair, long legs,
and ginormous headlights.
-That last part was really necessary?
-That's what you called them.
She broke down by the Navy yard
last night, and Tony helped her out.
-Oh, I bet he did.
-She's a junior at Georgetown.
So that would make her what, about 20?
Actually, she could be younger.
I was 18 when l was a junior at MIT.
When we need clarification,
we'll ask for it, probie. Thank you.
Oh, I'm asking. How old, Abby?
Well, she was old enough
to turn Tony down.
Said she only goes out
with guys in their 203.
KATE: Oh, poor baby.
She wasn't my type anyway.
Well, that's a good thing,
'cause I think it's time
that the "Sex Machine"
hung his spurs up.
-How do you know about that?
-Your college nickname?
Let's just say that dating
your frat brother had its advantages.
GIBBS: Grab your gear.
We're going to Georgetown.
Petty officer was assaulted
in her home last night.
You're driving, Sex Machine.
Kate, I'd check your e-mail
before we go. It's kind of important.
Where did you get this?
Wet T-shirt Wall of Fame.
Spring break, '94.
Saw it when l was
in Panama City last month.
Oh, my God.
l was going to keep it to myself,
but then you decided to tell everyone
my pledge name.
-You wouldn't dare.
-Oh.
Tony! Tony, come on.
We can work this out.
TAYLOR: Name's Petty Officer
Jessica Smith.
Claims intruder in military fatigues
entered her home
and tried to attack her.
-What do you mean "tried"?
-At this point,
I'm not even sure there was an attacker.
Who are you?
Special Agents Gibbs and Todd,
NCIS.
We have to talk, but not here.
(WHISPERING) They're listening.
-Who's listening, Petty Officer?
-| wish I knew.
Turn the radio on.
(MUSIC PLAYING ON RADIO)
There. They can't hear us now.
Tell me about last night.
How...
-How do I know I can trust you?
-Because we're here to help.
I heard voices
whispering.
Yeah? Saying what?
I couldn't tell, but it was about me.
-You have to protect me.
-From what?
-Monsters.
-Jessica? It's gonna be okay.
Boss, the Commander refused
to wait outside.
Lieutenant Commander Allan Witten.
I'm Petty Officer Smith's psychologist.
-Outside. Now.
-Very well.
I don't wanna go back.
I can't go back.
Please don't make me go back.
It's okay.
WITTEN: Jessica is under my care.
When she missed her phone session
this morning, I became concerned.
What's wrong with her?
She's been diagnosed
with brief reactive psychosis.
We believe it's been triggered
by the death of her fiancé in Iraq
last month.
Yeah? Why isn't she in the hospital?
As her condition improved,
we released her.
Treated her as an outpatient.
She told the cops
there was a man in her bedroom
in camouflage utilities and body armour.
Was she hearing voices,
and did he have a knife?
-How do you know that, Commander?
-lt's a delusion, Agent Gibbs.
She's had several just like it
at Bethesda. I need to get her back.
Gentlemen, I assure you,
no crime has been committed here.
Why don't you let me decide that?
I'm very, very sorry
for the Sex Machine crack, Tony.
It was insensitive and rude.
-I swear it won't happen again.
-Whatever.
Damn it. What are you gonna do
with it, DiNozzo?
I haven't decided yet.
-I thought it might make a nice poster.
-What would?
I am warning you. It will be war.
Hell on earth.
What are you guys talking about?
-None of your business, probie!
-None of your business, McGee!
Did Petty Officer Smith say anything
while I was talking to her shrink?
No, all she kept telling me
was to call her CO,
and let him know
that the monsters are after her again.
From all appearances,
I'd say she had a relapse.
Well, my first two marriages
were based on appearances.
Pull Petty Officer Smith's records
when we get back.
KATE: Navy Achievement Medal winner.
Sailor of the Quarter three times.
She is an outstanding sailor, Gibbs.
Lot of overachievers
and perfectionists lose it.
My uncle ran a Fortune 500 company
until they found him digging up holes
in a golf course looking for mole people.
You're a perfectionist, aren't you, Kate?
Before her breakdown,
she was working for the Department
of Acquisitions at the Pentagon.
-Who was her CO?
-Captain Ross Vetter.
There's an open case file on him, boss.
-Why don't I know about it?
-|t's not ours. It's the FBI's.
They opened it about a month
before Smith had her psychotic break.
What are they investigating Vetter for?
I can't tell. They're not letting NCIS
access the contents of the file.
McGee!
You want the FBI's case file
on Captain Vetter. On it!
-Let's roll.
-Where to?
To ask Petty Officer Smith
some questions about monsters.
Hi, I'm Catherine Reynolds.
We've been expecting you.
Welcome to Seven West.
Commander Witten
is on his way down now.
I can tell you everything there is
to know about this place.
They don't need to know anything,
William.
All you have to do is ask me.
Who's got the power. Who's cool.
Who's got the baby oil.
That's enough now, William.
Go back to group. Go.
-Oh, there's Commander Witten now.
-Kate, you're with me.
Boss? What about me?
Conflict in the workplace?
You have no idea.
l have a theory that most of it results
from unresolved sexual issues.
Really?
It certainly has been the case for me.
I could use a drink. How about you?
Mrs Reynolds. Did you get that shirt
out of the laundry room?
You know, the doctors warned you
about this kind of behaviour.
Yeah, well the doctor doesn't have
an ass like this one.
Sorry, I can't help myself sometimes.
WITTEN: She's been sedated.
She'll sleep through the night.
-I wanna talk to her when she wakes up.
-Abso|utely not.
She's paranoid of authority figures.
Well, from what I've seen, the only one
she seems paranoid about is you.
She had a delusional episode.
This has nothing to do with NCIS.
You can check back in a few weeks.
We'll see you tomorrow.
l have a degree in clinical psychology.
Do you have any expertise in the area,
Agent Gibbs?
No. No, I do not.
Just a BS meter.
See you in the morning, Doc.
The FBI is stonewalling us, boss.
They claim that the Captain Vetter case
is classified.
Last time I checked,
we had clearances, probie.
Well, they're still not releasing
the info, Tony,
but I did call the Pentagon,
I spoke with the admiral
in charge of his office.
The FBI thinks that Captain Vetter
was taking kickbacks
in exchange for government contracts.
He's on administrative leave,
pending the outcome
of the investigation.
They say anything
about Petty Officer Jessica Smith?
Yes, she was questioned, but so was
everybody else in Vetter's group.
Well, if she was found mentally ill,
it would excuse her
from testifying against her boss.
She didn't look like
she was faking it to me.
Something tells me you say that a lot.
Kate, when they pour cold water
over your chest,
doesn't that sort of make you...
Hey, DiNozzo!
(CELL PHONE RINGING)
You do that again,
I will put my boot so far up your ass.
Yeah, Gibbs.
Agent Gibbs,
I should have told you before.
We have to talk, sir.
Yeah. Yeah, I'm listening.
Not like this.
They're listening.
-You gotta help me.
-Yeah, all right. We're on our way.
Hurry, please!
Jessica, stay on the phone with me.
-You just keep talking to me, Jessica.
-I can't. Just get here.
God. Kate, come on. You're with me.
-Jessica Smith's room?
-Sir, I'm not authorised.
-Commander Witten told me under no...
-Open her door or I'll break it down!
Yes, sir.
Find out who else she called.
Check out her speed dial
and her phonebook.
On it.
She should have been observed
24 hours a day, Jethro.
A young, troubled girl like this being
left alone all night is negligent at best.
WITTEN: My God!
-Did she leave a note?
-No.
If she did, what would she have written?
I don't know.
He was the one responsible
for the petty officer?
Easy, Duck.
Commander!
How could you have allowed this
young woman to be left alone all night?
-There was a corpsman on duty.
-One corpsman for an entire ward?
We had seven patients.
None were considered suicide risks.
I'm sure the family
will take great solace from that.
She's ready, Doctor Mallard.
Well, let's get her home, Mr Palmer.
What's going on?
Jessica killed herself.
I heard them say it.
-She's deader than dead.
-|s it true?
I'm afraid so, Catherine.
Corpsman, can we get everyone
into the day room, please?
Yes, sir.
Joe, Marty, why don't you gentlemen
come with me?
I take it you knew her well?
We spent a month together here.
It's about as good a chick-bonding
experience as any.
Ah!
-It must be difficult.
-It's hard.
Yeah, I know.
Really, really hard, Agent Tony.
If you're not too busy, DiNozzo.
You're a shy little minx.
Yeah.
MORGAN: I didn't hear anything, sir.
Is this where you were
most of the night?
Unless I was making my rounds.
When's the last time you checked
on Petty Officer Smith?
19:30, ma'am. She was sedated
and sleeping peacefully.
If she was sedated,
how did she manage to call us?
And hang herself?
Ma'am,
I've seen patients kill themselves
by stuffing their noses
and throats full of toilet paper.
-If they want to do it, they find a way.
-Or they're helped.
Who classified her a non-suicide risk?
MORGAN: Commander Witten, sir.
-All right, that's all for now.
-Yes, sir.
Boss, finished processing her room.
Okay to tape it off now?
Yeah. Go ahead. Do it.
I also want everything on Witten
and every contact he's had
with Petty Officer Smith.
Tonight?
Oh, I'll get right on it.
What about
doctor-patient confidentiality?
It doesn't exist in the military anymore,
probie.
And sadly for some,
it doesn't exist
between NCIS teammates, either.
You're wasting your time.
It doesn't bother me anymore, Tony.
-Pr0bie, you wanna see something hot?
-Sure.
-What's it going to cost me?
-I don't know.
You still have
that Catholic schoolgirl uniform?
-Agent DiNozzo.
-I thought you were dead, Fornell.
I got better.
Does Gibbs know
you're sitting at his desk?
Just checking my e-mail.
Don't think he'll mind.
-How long has he been here?
-Since I got in.
-Isn't he supposed to be dead?
-Got better.
Does Gibbs know
he's sitting at his desk?
No.
-Oh, this is gonna be...
-Great!
-Comfortable?
-Not really. There's no lumbar support.
And you should get a password
to protect your computer.
That's what this is for.
-What do you want, Tobias?
-I'm hurt.
Can't an old friend just stop by
to say hi?
-Our usual conference room?
-Lead the way.
Hey, you make sure he didn't do any
of that virus goat rope crap to my thing.
-"Goat rope"?
-Marine term, probie.
He means halfway between
a FUBAR and SNAFU.
Okay. What's a FUBAR?
-You are.
-You are.
Why is the FBI investigating
a Navy captain
without informing us, Fornell?
| forgot.
You always inform us when one of
your cases strays into FBI jurisdiction.
I wanna know about this case.
They're looking into Captain Vetter
for taking kickbacks.
You came all the way down here
to tell me that?
That, and they want you to back off,
Jethro.
Believe me, I told them it was futile.
What does Petty Officer Jessica Smith
have to do with this?
No idea. I'm just the messenger here.
Now why don't I believe that?
I'd say mostly because you're a bastard.
But it wouldn't do any good, would it?
I'll see what I can find out for you.
No promises.
Tobias, you owe me.
You're calling that in for a B and E
on some petty officer's house?
-She's dead!
-How?
She killed herself last night.
I wanna know why.
-|'|| find out, under one condition.
-Name it.
You don't do anything to jeopardise
our investigation into Captain Vetter.
I wouldn't dream of it.
Why don't I believe that?
Mostly
because I'm a bastard.
-Hey, McGee!
-Boss!
Get me the home address
of Captain Ross Vetter.
And get the sedan.
(DOORBELL RINGING)
-What do you want?
-To hear your side of the story.
Off the record.
-|'m being railroaded.
-By who?
The military-industrial complex.
-I wouldn't play their game.
-What kind of game is that, Captain?
Do you know how defence contracts
are decided in this country?
Usually by the lowest bidder.
Every senator, every congressman
tries to grab a piece of the pie
for their own people.
For their state?
No, the people. The corporations
that fund their campaigns.
And then hire them after they get out
of office, Agent McGee.
Do you think that's why the FBI
is investigating you?
I know it! l was trying to change
that system, and now I'm paying for it.
Damn it!
Sweetheart? Audrey?
We need some towels out here.
Kind of early for the single malt,
isn't it, Skip?
You have no idea what the last couple
of months have been like for me,
for my family.
No, I don't. But you don't know what
it's been like for Petty Officer Smith.
-|'ve been meaning to visit her.
-A little late for that.
Jessica Smith killed herself last night,
Captain.
I knew she was having some issues
when her fiance died but...
Do you know why?
That's what we're hoping to find out.
AUDREY: When are you people
gonna leave us alone?
It's all right, sweetheart.
They're NCIS agents.
I don't care, Ross.
I'm not answering any more questions.
I want them out of my home.
I'm sorry to hear about Jessica.
She was like a daughter to me.
I should have been there for her.
She wanted us to pass
a message along to you, Captain.
The monsters were after her again.
-Monsters? I don't understand.
-We don't, either...yet.
If you think of anything that might help,
call me.
Of course.
Sorry to bother you, ma'am.
You have a beautiful home.
When I was a Marine, I could have
never afforded a place as nice as this.
She was right, Jethro.
Monsters were after her.
Hanging leaves a telltale "V" mark
on the neck here and here.
As you can see, these marks
are missing from her neck.
Yes, also, I found bruising and clotting
on the inside of her nose
and on the inside of her lips.
-She was smothered.
-Yes.
Poor girl was dead long before
the noose went anywhere
near her neck.
This was no suicide, Jethro.
Our petty officer was murdered.
KATE: Look familiar, Sex Machine?
Now that you mention it, nope.
It's a different style T-shirt. See?
I'm begging you, don't!
-You gonna be nice?
-Yes.
-See what?
-Nothing, boss.
I'm just admiring Abby's handiwork.
-Why?
-Well, lwas bored,
and I thought she needed
a little personality.
Does she have a purpose, Abby?
Several, in fact,
according to her instruction manual.
-For the case, Abs.
-Oh, right.
I think I know how Petty Officer Smith
was strung up.
According to her hospital chart, she was
given 15 milligrams of Trazodone
when she arrived at Bethesda.
That's enough to zonk her out
for most of the day.
Then how did she make
the phone call asking us for help?
Well, it would have started to wear off.
She would have been weak, sluggish.
At least enough for this.
Except there were no signs of struggle,
Abby.
Have you ever been on Trazodone,
Tony?
I mean, she couldn't have fought off
a 10-year-old.
-But still there is a problem.
-How'd they hang her afterwards?
Correct as always, my silver-haired fox.
I mean, Gibbs, sir, boss.
See what's missing?
-Nothing to stand on.
-Exact|y.
How did the killer
lift her body afterwards?
-There were two of them?
-Possible. But there's a simpler way.
The legs of the bed act as a fulcrum.
Making it easier for one person
to lift Jessica's weight.
That would have made some noise.
Enough that you probably would
have heard it at the nurses' station.
Manned by Corpsman Morgan.
-Have him report to NCIS tomorrow.
-Okay.
Don't tell him why.
-KATE: I saw that.
-Saw what?
Nothing. I saw nothing.
You want some of this? I've got
a clean cup around here somewhere.
I'm not worried about your cups, Gibbs.
-How can you drink that rotgut?
-Easy. It's got alcohol in it.
Macallan 18.
Now there's a drink.
What'd you find out about the FBI
investigation into Captain Vetter?
-Official|y, not much.
-Unofficial|y.
They weren't getting very far,
so they decided to go
for someone weaker in his office.
His personal assistant,
Petty Officer Smith.
Why shut NCIS out of it?
They worked her over pretty hard.
Didn't think you'd go along with it.
Threats, jail time.
They forced her to wear a wire to work.
That woman just lost her fiancé in Iraq,
Fornell.
Which only made her more vulnerable,
easy to manipulate.
Man, you call me a bastard.
It wasn't my case, Gibbs.
I'm just here doing a favour.
That said,
they think she was hiding something.
What?
Unfortunately, she killed herself
before they could find out.
Jessica Smith did not commit suicide.
She was murdered.
-By whom?
-That's a hell of a question, Tobias.
That's what
you're gonna help me find out.
-Book On Tape Club?
-Jessica Smith's therapy sessions.
Anything interesting?
Not from her psychologist,
Commander Witten.
She's evasive, afraid to talk.
She's a little more outgoing in
the group sessions, but not by much.
ls her friend Catherine Reynolds
on those tapes, probie?
Yes. Yes, Catherine Reynolds,
she is the one that talks about sex a lot.
-Gets kind of graphic.
-Oh, okay.
I'm gonna need to listen to those
and probably take them home...
Tony! What is wrong with you?
Burn him a copy, McGee.
What I was going to say,
if the petty officer was afraid
to talk in public,
she might be talking in private.
She may have opened up to some
of her friends inside the ward.
-It's a good idea.
-It's a well-known fact, Mr McGee,
that women tell each other everything.
That would explain why none
of my friends will go outwith you.
-l'm sorry. Say something?
-Nothing.
-MORGAN: Agent DiNozzo?
-Yeah.
-l was told to report to you this morning.
-Not to me, Petty Officer.
To him.
-Am I in trouble ?
-G|BBS: Depends.
On what, sir?
GIBBS: You told us you were
at the front desk your entire watch.
Except for
when l was making rounds, sir.
-How long do the rounds take?
-A few minutes.
A few minutes. Okay, got that.
Did you see anyone else come in or out
of the exit of the ward that night?
No, sir.
-What about hearing anything unusual?
-No, nothing, until you showed up, sir.
Yep.
-We got us a problem, Petty Officer.
-Sir?
-Jessica Smith was murdered last night.
-Murdered?
GIBBS: And according to you, you're
the only one that could have done it.
There's no way he did it.
Look at his reaction.
-Maybe he's just a good actor.
-Nobody's that good.
I've been thinking, Kate,
about the photo...
I'm sorry. I mean, you know
I'd never give it out, right?
-In fact, I'm going to delete it right now.
-Rea|ly?
Thank you, Tony.
That would be a huge relief.
-What are you doing?
-Acting, Kate. It's not that hard.
MORGAN: I lied, sir.
Yeah. Yeah, I kind of figured that out
for myself, Petty Officer.
I screwed up, sir. I really screwed up.
I kind of figured that one out, too.
I left my post for about 40 minutes.
l was...
with someone.
This person have a name?
One of the patients, sir.
-Catherine Reynolds.
-Doing what?
We've been having sex
for three months now.
Tony, lwant you to talk
to Catherine Reynolds.
See if she'll verify Morgan's alibi.
My pleasure.
Kate, you're with me.
McGee!
What the hell are you doing?
I'm listening to Petty Officer Smith's
group therapy sessions.
There's two people
that she interacts with the most,
Catherine Reynolds, Lynn Simons.
They've got a lot in common, knitting,
crossword puzzles, the TV show...
-McGee!
-We||, I think they may be friends.
Why does this matter?
Well, she may have confided in them,
told them something
that she didn't tell anybody else.
It's good thinking, McGee.
-|'m the one who came up...
-Tony!
Go baby-sit our corpsman
in interrogation.
McGee,
you interview Reynolds and Simons.
Why didn't you tell him I had that idea?
Tony, a wise man once told me
there's no "I" in "team."
-Where are we going?
-Jessica Smith's house.
I think she was telling the truth
about someone being in her bedroom.
(GUN FIRING)
Down!
-You okay?
-Yeah.
Let's get this bastard.
(CAR ENGINE STARTING)
(GUN FIRING)
(CAR TYRES SCREECHING)
-Did you get a plate?
-No.
Ah, damn it!
What do you think
they were looking for?
(SIGHING)
I found something. Not quite sure what.
Have any idea?
That's a radio receiver
and broadcast speaker.
I guess Jessica Smith
was hearing voices.
Yeah, and they weren't in her head.
ABBY: So the parts are off the shelf,
but the execution is very,
very sophisticated.
The receiver is actually the guts
from a disposable cell phone.
You dial the number,
and the device activates.
Like a terrorist bomb.
MALE VOICE: (ECHOING)
Jess... Ca...
Jessica. Over here. Over here.
-He’s dead.
-Your fiancé's dead.
Whoa.
It's like the soundtrack
to Friday the 13th.
You know, the movie?
There are, like, 11 of them.
Oh, Gibbs. You really need to get out
of your basement more.
What were they about?
Basically there's this guy
that wears a hockey mask
and he kills teenagers with a machete,
usually right after they had sex.
-Why?
-We||, he died at summer camp
so his mother killed everyone there.
But he was actually alive,
and he was living in the woods.
But then he died and he went to hell.
And then he was frozen,
and then he went to outer space...
It's complicated.
-You don't know, do you?
-Not a clue.
I keep hoping they're gonna explain
in the next one.
You call me
when you find something, Abby.
(CELL PHONE RINGING)
-Yeah, Gibbs.
-ABBY: Found something!
-See this?
-Yes.
I out myself today installing
a graphics card in my computer.
Okay.
You want me to kiss it or something?
That'd be really nice,
but it's not my point.
Most of the metal inside electronics
is unfinished.
I out myself all the time
on burs and rough edges.
Yeah, well, you ought to try building
a boat with hand tools
after a couple shots of Jack.
Anyway, my point is
I was snooping around the circuit board,
and Ifound this.
It's blood, Gibbs.
Whoever assembled this
cut themselves.
-We have their DNA.
-That's great work, Abby.
-Feel better?
-Much.
WITTEN: Is there some reason why you
people don't feel the need to call ahead?
Or is it that you just enjoy
arriving unannounced like this?
Depends on the situation, Commander.
Well, l have a ward to run here.
I don't have time for this, Agent McGee.
I'm here to interview
several of your patients.
Catherine Reynolds
and Petty Officer Lynn Simons.
Simons was discharged
from the Navy three weeks ago.
Catherine Reynolds is in her room,
and I do not want her disturbed.
You should have called.
I could have saved you the trip.
Commander, it wasn't a request.
Do you have any idea how upsetting
your presence was the other night?
Some. Do you have any idea
what's going on inside your own ward?
And what exactly is
that supposed to mean?
Well, we can start
with Corpsman Morgan
having sex with Mrs Reynolds
during the last three months.
That's impossible. I would've known.
Or we can end
with Jessica Smith's murder.
It's your call, Commander.
(KNOCKING ON DOOR)
Catherine, it's Commander Witten.
Are you decent?
If I was, I wouldn't be in here, Doc.
Go away.
You have a visitor.
It's NCIS Special Agent McGee.
Bummer. I thought it was the cute one.
Well, ljust need to ask you
a few questions, Mrs Reynolds.
Okay, as long
as I can ask you some back.
This is about
Corpsman Timothy Morgan, ma'am.
Claims that he has been
in a relationship with you
and that on the night
of Jessica Smith's death, that he was...
With me, knocking boots.
You take what you can get around here,
Agent McGee.
My turn.
-Are you a virgin?
-No.
-Are you sure?
-The last time I checked.
And that was two questions,
Mrs Reynolds.
What time were you with Morgan?
I think it was between 7:00 and 8:30.
And were you close
to Jessica Smith at all?
I really liked her. She didn't belong here.
-Ever been in love?
-Love.
Yeah. Sometimes I think
I might have been. Yeah.
Honesty. I like that.
Very rare in a man.
Did Jessica ever tell you anything
about her problems?
-Yes.
-So what did she say?
She was having an affair
with a married man.
-She tell you his name?
-Nope.
Okay.
All right.
Well, thank you, Mrs Reynolds.
You've been very helpful.
But she did tell Lynn Simons,
who then told me.
Boxers or tighty-whiteys?
Depends. I guess, both.
What about right now?
Boxers.
He was her CO.
The bastard never returned any
of her phone calls in here.
So she asked Lynn
to deliver a message for her.
TIM: Petty Officer Lynn Simons.
Avionics and electronics tech.
Received a medical discharge
three weeks ago.
Jessica Smith asked her to deliver
a message to Captain Vetter.
She loved him
and promised to forgive him
if he would just contact her.
Simons failed to report to her therapy
session at the VA two weeks ago.
-No one's seen her since, Gibbs.
-Find her.
McGee, get Captain Vetter in here.
If he refuses, put him in cuffs.
You might wanna hear this, boss.
Vetter and Commander Witten
both served on the USS Kennedy in '99.
It's a big ship, Tony.
Could be a coincidence.
Yeah, I don't believe in coincidences.
Hey, it's me. We need to talk.
So what's the plan, good cop, bad cop?
More like bad cop, scary cop, McGee.
Which one's which?
I think you'll have to ask
their ex-wives that one.
/ demand to know
what the hell is going on here!
Not much.
Just the end of your life as you know it,
Captain.
You see what I've had to deal with,
Agent Gibbs?
Threats, intimidation.
I won't stand for it!
You told me Petty Officer Smith
was like a daughter to you.
What's that got to do with this?
Considering you were sleeping with her,
a lot.
-I want a lawyer.
-Yeah, you'll need one.
She was murdered.
We think it was you.
-Where were you Wednesday night?
-At home with my wife.
Well, we checked with her, Vetter.
She said you went out.
Didn't come back till around midnight.
-No, she's lying!
-Maybe.
They do tend to get vindictive
when they find out
you've been cheating on them.
VETTER: You told her about Jessica?
GIBBS: I did.
You might wanna consult
a divorce lawyer while you're at it.
I didn't kill Jessica.
I loved her, for God's sake.
He loved her, Gibbs.
I guess that's it then.
We've got to let him go.
Sure.
After 80 or 90 years in Leavenworth.
You have means, you have motive,
and you have no alibi, Vetter.
She catch you taking the kickbacks,
or was she just helping you?
She caught me.
The money was supposed
to have been for us, after the divorce.
But I swear to you both, I didn't...
I couldn't kill her.
You know what might help me
believe him, Gibbs?
-If he started crying?
-No.
If the good Captain here told us
where the money is.
-Are you offering me a deal?
-Depends.
Who else knew the location
of the money?
Only me. Me and Jessica.
TONY: He's telling the truth, boss.
He stashed the money in a gym locker.
Looks to be around $800,000
in a green duffle bag.
Who do you think's gonna pick it up,
Gibbs?
Our killer.
Boss, the GPS marker Tony put
with the money is showing movement.
Bag's in play, DiNozzo.
Have Kate tighten up on the entrance.
Roger that. Tighter on the entrance.
-lt's Petty Officer Simons, boss.
-We||, yes, Tony. We can all see that.
-Take her down?
-Negative.
-I want to see where she takes it.
-Whoa.
That's $800,000 in there, Jethro.
Relax, Tobias. It's not yours.
(COMPUTER BEEPING)
(CELL PHONE RINGING)
Yeah, Gibbs.
Hey, I ran the blood drop
from the circuit board through AFDIL
-and I got a match. It's a Petty Officer...
-Lynn Simons.
We got it, Abs. Thanks.
I really hate it when he does that.
She's heading for Bethesda.
She's picking up Commander Witten,
boss.
Strike that, he's gonna follow her.
Or she's gonna follow him?
Guess again, Sex Machine.
It's your girlfriend.
-Got the money, babe?
-Oh, yeah.
Good.
-Get out.
-What are you doing?
What I always do. Survive.
But if it wasn't for me,
you never would have gotten her back
in the hospital
and never would have known
where she hid the money.
True. Now get out, bitch.
Drop the weapon!
-They followed you!
-Drop it!
It's not loaded!
Please don't shoot! Please!
You stupid bitch!
-Don't touch me!
-You're not my type, lady.
Hey, get your hands on the wheel!
Kate, cuff this whack-job!
(COMPUTER BEEPING)
(COMPUTER BEEPING)
-That's not me.
-We||, of course it's not you.
Too bad nobody else
is gonna know that.
-That's low, Kate.
-I learned from the best, Tony.
-We both delete at the same time?
-On three.
One, two, three.
(COMPUTERS BEEP)
(COMPUTER BEEPING)
-See you tomorrow, boss!
-Have a good one, Gibbs!