NCIS (2003–…): Season 3, Episode 10 - Probie - full transcript

You sold your sperm?

Stop looking at me like that.
l was a freshman in college.

[ZIVA SIGHS]

There are little teenage DiNozzos
running around somewhere?

Hah. That's frightening.

I never thought about it
till this morning.

I got a registered letter
from the sperm bank

telling me to contact them
as soon as possible.

[WHISPERING] Why?
- I don't know.

GIBBS [ON RADIO]:
We 're moving, DiNozzo.

Coming out.

- We're on our way down.
TONY: Roger, boss.

- The car's ready.
GIBBS: Check the exit.

- On it. They're coming down.
GUARD 1: Yes, sir.

GUARD 2:
Standing by.

MAN 1: You're making a mistake.
MAN 2: You made a mistake!

MAN 1: Back off.
MAN 2: Stupid, you're making it worse.

Hey, boss, hold on one second.

What do you got, McGee?

I'm not sure.

[MEN ARGUING INDISTINCTLY]

MAN 1: You don't tell me what to do.
MAN 2: You listen to me.

Talk to me, McGee.

[GUNSHOTS]

GIBBS: Go, go, go.
Get him out of here.

Through the front entrance.
Go, go, go, go!

[TYRES SQUEALING]

DUCKY: You find a weapon?
GIBBS: Nope.

DUCKY:
Yeah, well, we're done.

- Let's bag him and tag him, Mr. Palmer.
- Yes, sir.

[MAN SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY
ON RADIO AND SIRENS WAILING]

Do you think Mr. Ryan
was connected in any way

to the death threat
on the chief of naval operations?

Gonna find out.
It came from a human rights group

protesting Marine abuse
of prisoners at Gitmo.

It's ironic, isn't it? A human rights
group threatening to kill.

Eh, it's no different than a right-to-Iifer
bombing a family planning clinic, Duck.

Yes, we live
in interesting times, Jethro.

You think, Duck?

[DUCKY LAUGHS]

Way to go, probie.
Three shots, three hits.

I guess my instruction
on the range paid off, huh?

Tony, I killed somebody, okay?

[MAN SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY]

[MAN GRUNTS]

[TYRES SQUEAL]

What about the CNO?

- Secured at home.
- Doubled his security detail.

- Did you find his weapon?
- No.

McGEE:
It's got to be here.

I identified myself
as a federal officer.

McGEE:
He fired at me. I returned fire.

The SUV drove off.
His weapon has got to be here.

The SUV, McGee. Did you get
the color? Number? Make?

Dark blue or black.

McGEE:
Virginia plate.

First two numbers 89.
I don't know the model.

- Ziva, get out a BOLO.
- On just that?

ZIVA: Right, BOLO.
GIBBS: Hang on.

Hey, I wanna know everything
about this guy.

McGee, go back
to where you fired from.

DiNozzo.

Show me, McGee.

Federal officer.
Drop your weapon.

GIBBS: Got it?
TONY: Got it.

Don't worry, McGee.
I'll find the slug.

Well, we're done.

ABBY: This guy's a mess.
- Yeah, you don't know the half of it.

His lungs were completely blackened

from what I would guess
is a two-pack-a-day habit.

His coronary arteries
are almost completely blocked,

and his liver shows
definite sign of abuse.

This little sluggy's in good shape.

I took that out of his thigh.

Didn't impact any bone. It imbedded
itself in the adductor Iongus.

- Oof. This one's all banged up.
- Yeah, left shoulder.

It entered the deltopectoral triangle,
smashed the fourth rib,

and ended up
in the upper lobe of his left lung.

DUCKY:
Both those were non-lethal.

That one, however,
caused massive damage.

DUCKY: Abigail.
- Ducky.

You know, there was a time
when you wouldn't set foot in Autopsy.

- Look how far I've come.
- Regrettably, for the moment.

Look, back off.

I think I'm ready
for the next big step.

And what's that?

- Assisting in an autopsy.
- Oh, yeah, right.

Actually, Mr. Palmer,
a medical degree

is not required,
even to be a coroner.

DUCKY: Abby has an exceptional
analytical mind.

She's a quick study.

I think you'll do very well.
Put it on.

[CHUCKLES]

Your first lesson,
lesson number one.

The third bullet removed
what was left of the fourth rib,

smashing the costal cartilage,

took a piece out of the left atrium,
and lodged itself

against the costal surface
of the scapula.

It's amazing how much damage
one bullet can do.

Mm. Definitely the kill shot.

PALMER:
Um...

Something wrong?

[DUCKY STUTTERS]

I'm sorry, McGee.
That wasn't meant for your ears.

Not a problem, Ducky.

I was hoping when I woke up
this morning it was all a nightmare.

Somebody needs a hug.

I was trained for last night, but...

Well, shooting a human cutout
is not quite the same, Timothy.

No one is prepared for their first kill.

Abby, I'm gonna need you
to run his prints.

McGEE:
The driver's license was phony.

ZIVA: The only Andrew Aidan Ryan
I could find

is 3 years old
and lives in Los Angeles.

The address, if it existed, would be
in the middle of the Potomac.

- Run his prints.
- Why didn't we think of that, Tony?

Abby's working on it.
FBI's identified three radical groups

protesting prisoner abuse
at Gitmo, boss.

Catch anything with the BOLO,
Officer David?

We did.
Six hundred thousand SUVs.

- That are registered in Virginia.
- Yeah, so?

So we're gonna check them
against radical groups.

[ZIVA MUMBLES]

TONY:
Zip it. Don't-- Unh.

- Something bothering you, Tony?
- Uh...

He doesn't want to say
what we're all thinking.

GIBBS:
Spit it out.

McGee says he was shot at,

[PHONE RINGING]

but we can't seem to find the slug,
shell casing or a weapon.

- Yeah, Gibbs.
SUMNER: Sir, the director would like

- to see you in her office.
- Be right up.

[WHISPERING]
McGee isn't your father,

and he isn't Ari.

He doesn't know how to lie.

TONY:
What'd he say?

To go back to work.

Go right in, Special Agent Gibbs.

Shut the door, Jethro.

I'm flashing back
to Paris in '99.

[CAR HORN HONKS]

[LAUGHING]

JEN: Not what you're thinking.
- No?

Then what?

I remember you covering
for another agent

who messed up.

What agent was that?

JEN:
You know damn well what agent.

Oh, you mean the time
you shot that guy.

Did McGee blow it?

GIBBS:
McGee is a probie.

Probies make mistakes. Having said
that, no, I don't think he did.

Where's the gun?

- The slug that was fired.
- I don't know, but I will find out.

The CNO's aide called me
at 7 am. this morning.

Admiral Chapman wants
to know what's going on.

He asked me--

What are you thinking about?

Paris.

Get your mind
out of the bedroom, Jethro.

[JEN SIGHS]

Let's get some answers.

WOMAN'S VOICE [ON PHONE]:
Your call is very important to us.

Please stay on the line,
and we will be with you in a moment.

You've been holding for 15 minutes.

Must be important.

Yep.

Sperm bank?

- Yeah.
- Why'd you do it?

You didn't need the money.

It was easier than giving blood.

You enjoyed making those deposits.

[ZIVA CHUCKLES]

Was there a penalty
for early withdrawal?

flAUGHS]

You're a sick chick, David.

WOMAN:
Thank you for holding.

TONY: Hi there. I received
a certified letter requesting I call.

Thanks, Agent Vandalay.
You are the man.

- I owe you one, man.
- Anything useful, DiNozzo?

Of the 621,800 SUVs
registered in Virginia,

approximately 127,000
of them are dark-colored.

TONY:
Vanity plates aside,

one in every hundred
begins with the numbers 89.

That's over 1,200 vehicles.

ZIVA:
We're running the registered owners

against the names on the list
of protesters. It's gonna take a while.

What's wrong?

I ran the fingerprint through AFIS.

The victim's real name
is John Benedict.

Has he got a record?

He was a Metro detective.

McGEE:
He was working undercover.

I killed a cop, boss.

Can I get you two anything?

No, thanks.

Yes, ma'am. I'll send them in.

Special Agents Gibbs and McGee, this
is Metro Police Captain Dan Karzin

and Sergeant Keith Archer,
the dead officer's partner.

I'm sorry about--

KARZIN:
Director Shepard already gave us

the official NCIS condolences,
Special Agent McGee.

We're here to find out
what happened.

Please sit.

I'd like to ask Sergeant Archer
some questions.

Do you know why your partner
was behind the hotel last night?

- No. We were off duty.
GIBBS: When did you last see him?

Yesterday about noon.

They were working
undercover, Narcotics.

Just got off a 36-hour shift.

I read your report.

KARZIN:
I got some questions.

You say you identified yourself?

- Yes, sir.
- Loud enough to be heard?

Definitely.

And you contend that Lieutenant
Benedict then turned and fired at you.

McGEE:
Yes, sir.

So why can't you find
a bullet or a weapon?

GIBBS: We can't answer that yet.
- Yeah, I can.

Bennie wasn't carrying one.

KARZIN: Are you sure it happened
like that, son?

[MEN SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY]

It happened the way
that I reported it, captain.

KARZIN:
Because I knew

Lieutenant John Benedict
maybe 20 years.

He was a highly decorated officer.
A great cop.

And if Agent McGee
had properly identified himself

the way that he claims, there's no way
Bennie would've acted threateningly.

- Evidently he did.
- I don't believe it.

Special Agent McGee,

why don't you return
to the squad room?

JEN:
We'll call you if we need you.

I'm really sorry.

[KARZIN SIGHS]

With all due respect,
Director Shepard,

I think we all know
what happened here.

Nobody else saw another vehicle
in the alley.

KARZIN:
A nervous rookie panicked.

Fired prematurely.

Killed a veteran cop.

McGee's young,
but he's a damn good agent.

Are you sure your partner
wasn't carrying a weapon last night?

It would've blown his cover
on the case that we were working.

You said he was off duty,
just like you are right now.

ARCHER: Yeah.
- You're carrying.

GIBBS:
The small of your back.

Your partner's liver
said he drank a lot.

KARZIN:
Oh, go to hell.

JEN: Gentlemen.
- I'm not gonna stand for a cover-up.

JEN:
And neither am I, captain.

I shared our preliminary report, and
you'll have full access to our findings.

I'm gonna conduct
my own investigation.

- That is your prerogative.
- And I wanna interrogate McGee.

That's not gonna happen.

I'll handle this, Special Agent Gibbs.

McGee has made his statement.
That's not going to change.

Thank you for coming.

JEN:
You'll have NCIS's full cooperation.

- Do I get to question Agent McGee?
JEN: Yes.

But not today.

Before you jump down my throat,
you think about what you would do

if that cop shot McGee
and McGee didn't have a weapon.

ZIVA: DiNozzo, look at this.
Got a possible.

Robert Gershon.

Thirty-two-year-old white male.
Lives in Alexandria.

ZIVA: Drives a 2003 dark blue
Ford Expedition.

First two digits
of license plates, 89.

McGee, was the SUV
as big as an Expedition?

Uh, maybe. I don't know.
I'm not sure.

This guy belongs to a protest group

- called CACA.
- You're making that up.

[ZIVA SCOFFS]

"Citizens Against Criminal Abuse."

He was arrested last May
for defacing the main entrance

of the Pentagon with horse manure.

Call me crazy, but a guy
that belongs to a group called CACA,

smears horse pucky
on a government building,

- isn't making death threats.
- DiNozzo, David.

GIBBS: Get back in that alley.
Find that damn bullet. Do it now.

Boss, we spent hours.
We covered every inch

of where McGee was standing
when he--

Well, maybe we'll find something
in daylight.

We're working the protester angle.

I don't think that cop being there
had anything

to do with the threat against that CNO.

Can somebody tell me
what the hell is going on here?

First, Abby's lab nerd frames DiNozzo
for murder and then McGee kills a cop.

Did somebody break a mirror?

McGEE: Boss, can I go
with Tony and Ziva?

- An extra set of eyes might help.
GIBBS: No.

Metro PD. is out to get you.
You find the bullet,

it's compromised evidence.

Hey, DiNozzo.

While you're there, see if anyone
saw Benedict in the area last night.

TONY:
Got it.

- What should I do?
GIBBS: Find that SUV.

ZIVA:
This is a waste of time.

TONY:
Gibbs says search the alley again,

we search the alley again.

You never question anything
he tells you to do, huh?

- No.
ZIVA: We can't find anything

because there's nothing to be found.

You don't believe McGee
was shot at?

Tony, McGee stumbled
across something,

misread it and overreacted.

Not McGee.
His brain's like a computer.

It's scary. I'm sure procedures and
regs warp-sped through his processor

before he pulled the trigger.

It happens so fast
you don't have time to think.

We're talking about a guy

who has protocols and checklists
for brushing and flossing.

I'll start flashing Benedict's
photo on the street.

[SITAR MUSIC PLAYING]

Hey.

How are you doing?

Okay.

What's this music?

I'm almost done here.

Tox screen?

Yeah, it's Benedict's.

Ducky said his liver
showed signs of cirrhosis,

but he was clean
and sober last night.

Is that why you called me
down here?

Nope. Come with me, McGee.

- Where are we going?
- Your therapy session.

What?

McGEE:
What is that smell?

ABBY:
Aromatherapy.

You're stressed. Anxious.

ABBY: Thirty minutes in here,
and you'll be back to your old self.

Probably even better.
Now sit.

I don't believe
in New Age panaceas, Abby.

What are these things?

Frankincense, lavender,
and neroli oil.

What the hell's neroli oil?

"Used for the treatment of depression,
nervous tension, flatulence,

and irritable-bowel syndrome."

Are you denying that more than one
of those apply to you?

You know what,
I think I'm gonna pass.

- Where did you get these?
- Never leave home without them.

Okay, Abby,
I have to get back to work.

And you will as soon
as you clear your mind.

You'll see things
from a new perspective.

Just relax,

enjoy and inhale.

[GIBBS CHUCKLING]

Oh...

[ELEVATOR DINGS]

GIBBS: You still here?
- No, I'm the director's doppelganger.

I never did know what that meant.

[ELEVATOR DINGS]

GIBBS: Good night.
- Good night.

So a doppelganger
is someone who's pissed?

JEN:
Yes, Agent Gibbs.

- This one definitely is.
GIBBS: Why?

Why? Because you countermanded
me in front of Metro Police.

I didn't countermand you.

- You overruled me.
- Oh, semantics.

GIBBS: Is that like doppelganger?
JEN: Get a dictionary.

[KNOCKING ON DOOR]

[SQUEAKING]

[RUSTLING]

Aha!
Open up, McGee.

- Tony, I'm really not in the mood.
- Let me in.

[GIGGLES]

Okay, you're in.
What do you want?

We're going out.

Where?

When the going gets tough,
the tough go clubbing.

McGEE:
We've got to get you dressed.

Tony, I really wanna
be alone tonight, okay?

No, you don't.

Still working on the novel,
Isee,huh?

DiNozzo, I'm begging you.
Do not rag on me tonight, okay?

Well, I wouldn't be DiNozzo
if I didn't.

The wardrobe.

TONY:
You got any party clothes, McGeek?

McGEE: Tony--
TONY: Baby,

you are not gonna be scoring
in any of this stuff.

Hey, would you stop?
I'm not going anywhere!

Hey, listen, man, I'm sorry.
I just wanted to--

No, I know. I know.

McGEE:
I know you're just trying to help.

[SIGHS]

Tony, I'm not like you guys.

McGEE:
You were trained as a cop.

Gibbs was a Marine sniper.

Kate protected
the president of the United States.

God only knows
what Ziva did with Mossad.

My background is biomedical
engineering and computer forensics.

I don't think I'm cut out
to be a field agent.

TONY:
The first time I shot at someone...

...| wet my pants.

Really?

Really.

If you tell anyone that,
I will slap you silly.

TONY:
Ooh. You got anything to eat?

I know it's bad.

I've been where you are.
But a week from now,

this will all be behind you.
Just a bad memory.

[MEN SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY]

GIBBS:
What time did you get up, Ziva?

ZIVA:
Zero four hundred.

Background check on the cop McGee
killed didn't come up with anything.

He drank a little too much,
had three ex-wives...

Yeah, well, that does not make him
a bad person.

His police service record is clean.

Several commendations
for meritorious service

and a mayoral award.

Nothing negative.

Metro's gonna make it look like
our probie killed their hero.

They're going to interrogate McGee
this afternoon.

Request was approved
by the director.

And you know this how?

I'm a spy, remember?

When were you gonna tell me?

I see we're picking up
where we left off yesterday.

If you're sending McGee to Metro,
you're damn right we are.

Didn't know I had to ask
your permission.

JEN:
Don't give me the stare.

- I'm not a junior agent.
- No, you're a junior director.

That's enough, Special Agent Gibbs.

[PHONE BEEPS]

SUMNER [ON SPEAKER]:
Excuse me, director.

They're waiting for you in MTA C.

I'm on my way, Cynthia.

You have to learn how to say no!

I did, Jethro.

Or have you forgotten?

[DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES]

[ELEVATOR DINGS]

[BEEPING]

McGee, what are you
doing here so early?

I had an epiphany.
A different way of tracking the SUV.

Aha!
So the aromatherapy worked.

It cleared your mind so you could
come up with new ideas.

- I don't know about that.
- I do.

ABBY:
Did you get any sleep last night?

Not much.
DiNozzo kept me up till 3.

Our DiNozzo?

He came by my apartment
to cheer me up.

ABBY: Really?
- Yeah, I know.

DiNozzo being nice to me
means I'm really in trouble.

[ROCK MUSIC PLAYING]

I think it's sweet.
So, what was your light bulb?

Well, are you familiar with
the Ajzen-Fishbein Theory

- of reasoned action?
- Of course.

If Lieutenant Benedict was having
an argument with the man in the SUV,

the theory hypothesizes there's a high
probability they had prior contact.

So you're matching SUV owners
to people Benedict knew?

- Exactly.
ABBY: Using what as a database?

I wrote this program to cross-check
registered owners with telephone calls

and e-mails sent and received
by Benedict over the last three months.

Timothy, that's brilliant.

Eh, I thought so,
but I didn't get any hits.

Problem is I only got
his home and cell numbers.

I was denied access
to Benedict's extension at Metro.

If you had the maintenance codes

for the telephone servers
at the police department,

do you think that would help?

Yes.

While you're getting me
a Caf-Pow!, I'll make a phone call.

Is there any way of finding out
why she wants to talk to me?

WOMAN: Not without asking her.
Are you a personal friend of hers?

[WHISPERING] I was a donor.
- I'm sorry. / can 't hear you.

- I'm a donor.
- Oh, a donor, right.

- Uh, what was your last name again?
- DiNozzo.

Uh, could you spell that
for me, please?

Big D, little I, big N, little ozzo.

- Uh-huh. And your first name?
- Anthony.

Would you please hold a moment,
Mr. DiNozzo?

Playing phone-tag
with the sperm bank.

Oh.

You haven't found out
what it's about yet?

Well...

They're probably running low
on their favorite fossil fuel,

"Essence of DiNozzo."

WOMAN: Hello, sir?
TONY: Yeah, I'm here.

- She's in a meeting at the moment.
- Uh-huh.

- Out of the office.
TONY: When will she be back?

- Uh, not till tomorrow. You're welcome.
TONY: Thank you.

ZIVA:
Problem?

Huh.

TONY: The woman who's been trying
to contact me isn't there.

Her title is director of critical issues.

TONY:
What do you think that means?

I don't know, but it sounds serious.

Yeah.

TONY: It could be one of my offspring
has a medical condition.

Maybe they need
an organ transplant.

[ZIVA CHUCKLING]

You-- You, who won't share
a Krispy Kreme doughnut.

You are going to give up a kidney?

[ZIVA LAUGHING]

You wouldn't understand.
You're not a parent.

[GIGGLES]

ABBY:
That's so cute.

I didn't know you were superstitious.

I'm not.

We've got a hit.

ZIVA: Edward Francis Halligan.
Owns a black 2005 Range Rover.

License plate 8967YZE.

He received a call from Benedict's
Metro office extension two weeks ago.

You wanna know how McGee
figured it out?

- No.
- Halligan's an Irish national.

He's been living here
for the past three years.

I'll run him by my Interpol contacts.

- Find him, Tony, bring him in here.
- On it.

GIBBS: So...
Are you gonna bust them, Archer?

ARCHER: Blow my cover.
Why don't you?

They don't look Navy.

Who are you staking out?

ARCHER: A second-tier pusher
released from Elkton this morning.

Right now he's in that hotel
reacquainting himself with his old lady.

Historically, the pusher's second stop
is to look for employment,

so I'm hoping he'll lead me
to a local distributor.

I'm surprised you agreed to meet.

Just wanna find out the truth.

I'd appreciate it if Captain Karzin
didn't find out we were talking.

He's not going to hear
anything from me.

Do you know this guy?

ARCHER: Never met him, but I'd love
to get my hands on him.

It's Ed Halligan.

He's a rich Irishman rumored to be
the money behind a local crack ring.

He drives a black SUV.

He collects expensive cars.
He has dozens of them.

Why'd Benedict call him
two weeks ago?

We set a trap for Halligan,
but he never showed.

Bennie suspected he was tipped.

Wait, what are you
getting at, Gibbs?

We think that Halligan was the guy
your partner was talking to in the alley.

ARCHER:
If he was, he had a legitimate reason.

ARCHER:
Look, I'm...

I was the junior partner on the team.

We hadn't been together that long,
so he didn't share everything with me.

If you think that he was
a dirty cop, forget it.

ARCHER: Bennie was as straight up
as they come.

You just said
you hadn't been together very long.

How long does it take
to know if your partner's dirty?

GIBBS: Is that your dirt bag?
- Yeah, I gotta get to work.

GIBBS:
Okay.

Anxious?

Does it show?

May I give you some advice?

Please.

Be confident when Metro
interrogates you.

If you don't believe what you're saying,
how can they?

Every time I think about it,

it comes out a little different.

[SCOFFS]

For God's sakes,
don't tell that to Metro.

TONY:
Where's the boss?

- Where's Halligan?
- Not at home. I went to his house.

It's really more like an estate.
It's all marble and stone.

Monolithic thing
with Greco-Roman statues.

Impressionist art and flowers
everywhere.

In the front hall, there were these two
flowers like swans that were kissing.

What about the Range Rover?

Oh, that wasn't in the garage,
but the thing was loaded.

Lamborghinis, Ferraris,
1965 Aston Martin, the Goldfinger--

Tony.

Sorry.

TONY:
Sorry.

Reminded me of when I was a kid
in the Hamptons.

So you have no idea where he went?

Well, he told Shamus,
that's his houseboy,

he was going away for a few days.

I'm telling you, it! had
a master bedroom like that,

mirrors on the ceiling...

My contact at Interpol said Halligan's
been under investigation

in Ireland, Britain and France.

Several indictments.
All drug related, but none ever--

[SPEAKING
IN A FOREIGN LANGUAGE]

- Whatever that is doesn't sound good.
- Halligan's on the goat.

Oh, no. Not goat.
Uh, eh...

Sheep?

- Lam?
- That's it.

He's on the lam.
There's no B in that, by the way.

Thank you.

He bought a ticket
at Dulles yesterday afternoon.

- To Ireland?
ZIVA: Rabat, Morocco via Lisbon.

No extradition.

Benedict was arresting him.

I killed a cop arresting a drug lord.

His goose is cooked.

You would get that one right.

Bennie didn't point
a weapon at you...

...did he?

[MEN SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY]

No.

GIBBS: Is the director in?
SUMNER: Expecting you.

Close the door, please.

No, you don't want
that door closed, director.

- I don't?
- No.

- Let her rip.
- The US. Attorney's office

is charging McGee
with negligent homicide.

Metro is booking him right now.
Do you know why?

Because he admitted
to making a tragic mistake.

No, because you may know
how to kiss ass,

but you sure don't know
how to protect it.

And you think you're protecting
that boy by ignoring the facts?

He's not a boy.
He's an NCIS special agent.

He's one of my people.
I don't leave my people behind.

- It's a Marine thing.
- What are you going to do?

I'm gonna go to Metro
and get him.

- No.
- No?

Your eyesight's weak,
not your hearing.

You're not going to Metro
because McGee's on his way here.

JEN: I convinced Captain Karzin
that he wasn't a flight risk

and to release him into our custody
until his arraignment hearing.

- You should have gone with him.
- Why me? He's your bud.

ZIVA: Bud?
- Bud. Buddy. Friend.

Uh-- You're not McGee's friend?

Of course I'm his friend.

Uh, English is a very
confusing language. If you're his--

[COMPUTER BEEPS]

Oh...

[SPEAKING
IN A FOREIGN LANGUAGE]

There's that word again.

ZIVA: Huh.
Interpol missed Halligan in Portugal.

He cleared Mora Customs
an hour ago.

I let you down.

- I think it's the other way around.
- I should have gone with you to Metro.

McGEE: I don't think
it would have made a difference.

I panicked.

I thought he had a weapon in his hand.
I need to face it.

I shot a good cop making an arrest.

What cop makes a drug bust
without a weapon?

None.

Rule number eight is gonna
save you, McGee.

TONY:
Never date a coworker?

Never go anywhere
without your knife.

TONY: I thought that was nine.
- Never take anything for granted.

Correcto, jefe,
but you did make up the rules--

GIBBS: Get to the point, Abs.
- I didn't do forensics on the jacket

because we knew what happened.

Then I remembered
rule namero ocho.

Gunshot residue.

Based on the density and the pattern
of the stippling and the sooting,

one of the slugs in Lieutenant Benedict
was fired from only one foot away.

- One of my shots missed?
- I knew you weren't that good, probie.

Three for three at 25 meters?
I don't think so.

Halligan shot him
from behind the wheel.

Wrong, boss.

Slap him, Ziva.

[G RUNTS]

If Halligan was behind the wheel,
then he was five or six feet away.

I pulled the registration
from the Range Rover.

TONY: It was brought in the DMV
for an inspection

because it was imported
from Ireland.

TONY:
Right-hand drive.

British, like Ducky's Morgan. Steering
wheel's on the right-hand side.

The person I saw arguing
with Benedict was a passenger.

- There was a third man.
TONY: That's a great movie.

- Joseph Cotten, Orson Welles.
- We're looking in the wrong direction.

If McGee's third round
didn't hit the SUV,

then it's somewhere at the other end
of that alley. Go. Abby, thank you.

Boss, he still didn't fire at me.

You saw a flash, McGee.
You heard a gunshot.

You had no way of knowing
if Benedict was firing at you or not.

If I was in your position, McGee,
I'd have fired.

GIBBS:
Go on.

Run Halligan's phone records.
See if you can't figure out

- who he was meeting with.
- Right.

Could be your two rounds
weren't the fatal one.

If you ever Gibbs-slap me again, David,
and I will slap you back harder.

- I was following orders.
- The dutiful Mossad agent.

[MEN CHATTERING
AND SIRENS WAILING]

TONY: You miss the spy game?
Must have been exciting.

You've seen too many
James Bond movies.

- It's not all about car chases and sex.
- It wasn't?

Well, there was a lot of sex.

[PHONE RINGING
AND TONY SCOFFS]

Ooh.

TONY:
Six-one-four. Ohio.

Sperm bank.

Yeah, this is Anthony DiNozzo.

WOMAN: There 's something / need
to talk to you about.

- Yeah?
- Your sperm is being discharged.

Yeah, I know. There's gotta be
some kind of mistake because--

- Yeah, that's me. But, I mean--
- Were you hoping for birth notification?

No.

- Well, have a nice day.
- Thank you.

You're welcome.

Do you want to discuss it?

Ah, it's nothing.

For two days, you've obsessed
on that letter, driving me crazy.

- Now, all of a sudden, it's nothing?
-Dmpm

I understand.
I'd be embarrassed too.

I shouldn't have done it, but your
phone kept on ringing this morning,

and I knew this call was important,
so I answered it.

You talked--?

To the woman at the sperm bank,
the director of critical issues.

Yes.

I'm sorry, Tony.

[TONY LAUGHS]

TONY: She had no right to tell you
that no one wants my sperm.

[GASPS]

Yes.

[ZIVA LAUGHS]

- You didn't talk to her.
- So, uh, no little DiNozzos anywhere.

It's hard to believe that a stud like you
would not be chosen.

Were any of the prospective women
shown a photo of you? Because...

Huh. Oof.

You're enjoying this a lot,
aren't you?

Oh, yes.

- Are they going to return your sperm?
- Let's focus on finding the bullet.

Don't have to.

ABBY:
The striations in the bullets are exact.

It was definitely fired
from McGee's SIG.

- Where did you two find the bullet?
- Miss Abby Sciuto.

Right here, boss.

Behind the body,
embedded in the door frame.

McGee was wide to the left.

Where the hell
is Benedict's weapon?

GIBBS: Yeah?
- I have a theory.

Okay.

McGee identified himself.

ABBY: The man in the car
fires point blank at Benedict.

Now, like you said,
it was too close and it was dark.

So McGee couldn't distinguish
where the flash came from,

and McGee fires back.

ABBY:
One missed.

And when Benedict fell,

he dropped his weapon through
the open window of the Range Rover.

- What do you think?
McGEE: What's going on?

- We're saving your butt.
- Hey, come on. What do you got?

It's a dump of Halligan's
phone records.

The morning of the shooting, he
placed several calls to Archer's home

- and cell phones.
- You mean Benedict's?

No, Archer, his partner.

The call from Metro two weeks ago
came from Archer, not Benedict.

Partners share extensions
at the precinct.

I showed Archer a picture of Halligan.
He acted like they'd never met.

Well, one of the phone calls
lasted 18 minutes.

Come on, McGee.
You're with me.

GIBBS:
McGee, come here.

Use my backup.

Archer's gotta know
that Halligan's in Morocco.

- He's never gonna talk.
- ls Halligan in Morocco?

Ziva said he passed through Customs.

Well, maybe Archer doesn't know that.
Pull an old warrant.

ARCHER:
What's up?

Got a few questions.

- He's supposed to be in custody.
- He's in my custody.

You never told me
you spoke with Halligan.

- Never did.
- Phone records show

you exchanged several calls.

You know what, I don't care
what your phone records say.

I never talked to Halligan.
You can ask him.

One of the calls was two weeks ago,
the time you claim you set the trap.

I don't need this from the guy
who killed my partner.

McGee shot him after someone
inside the car fired first.

Your partner suspected
you were working with Halligan.

He followed you to a meet in the alley.

You guys aren't laying this off on me.

GIBBS: We pulled a nine-millimetre
slug out of Benedict's chest.

I wanna run that
against your service weapon.

GIBBS:
We're gonna search the premises.

I'm not talking
to Navy-wannabe cops.

Interpol picked Halligan up
in Lisbon.

He never made it to Morocco.

We'll get him back here
and he'll talk.

GIBBS: Halligan's not
gonna take the fall for you.

[G RUNTS]

Don't ever hesitate because you
second-guessed yourself again.

I'll take your badge.

- Are we clear?
- Clear.

I thought you would be out celebrating.

No.

Did you come down for a hug?

What'd you find out?

I ran every test I could think of.

The slugs are too damaged.

There's no way to tell
who fired the kill shot.

Does it really matter?

Yeah.

It matters.