NCIS (2003–…): Season 3, Episode 14 - Light Sleeper - full transcript

Okay.

What an adorable child, Yoon.

She's like\na little doll.

How come I have never met\nthis little munchkin before?

She usually stays\nwith the sitter

when we go shopping,\nMrs. Goodwin.

She's such a cutie.

Uh, well, we're running\na little late today,

so if you'll excuse us.

Oh, here, let me\nhelp you, dear.

-Oh, thank you.\n-Sure.

I doubt they'll hear us.

They've been playing\nthat Chinese stuff all morning.

Actually, it's Korean.

Oh, right. Sorry.

You know, Sun usually leaves\nthe back door open.

Come on.

My aunt burned down\nher house like this.

She really should\nbe more careful.

Oh, now that's better.

I'm not usually\none to complain...

I don't understand, McGee.\nSensitivity training?

Yes. A seminar covering\nthe basics of communication

and understanding\nin the workplace.

I know\nwhat sensitivity is.

I'm asking why\nwe have to spend

the whole afternoon\nstudying it.

Professional development?

If it were survival training,\nadvanced demolitions, perhaps...

I don't think that Sympathetic Seminars, Inc. offers those classes.

I'm simply saying that\nskilled investigators

should already\nbe well-versed

in the subtleties\nof inter-human\ncommunication.

I like Italian women.

You're Italian,\nright?

I like Irish women, too.

I stand corrected.

You two\nbetter hurry up.

Don't want to miss out\non all the fun.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.\nWhere are you going?

Prior engagement.\nTake notes for me.

You do understand the meaning of\nthe word "mandatory," don't you?

I've been ordered to inspect\nthe Secure File Room, probie.

Sadly, that conflicts

with your exciting\nseminar today.

No, it doesn't.

This order's\nfor next Wednesday.

What?

Look on the bright\nside, Tony.

It should only take\nabout five to seven hours.

There's got to be some way\nout of this.

Maybe I could injure myself.

What? I was only\ntrying to help.

I was only kidding.

Sensitivity training's going\nto have to wait.

Got a double homicide\nat Quantico.

Marine wives.\nGrab your gear.

Yes! Inappropriate?

A bit.

That and you're\nprobably the reason

we have to take\nthese stupid classes.

Today!

On your six, boss.

You know this kind of reminds\nme of my cousin's house.

Minus all the blood.

Unless you count that\nThanksgiving back in '98.

Family does have a way\nof fraying one's nerves.

Take my mother,\nfor instance.

She insists on watching Jeopardy\nevery night on the television.

What's wrong\nwith that, Duck?

Well, the same episode\nover and over again?

I made the mistake\nof taping it for her once.

I always say, you can pick your nose,\nbut you can't pick your family.

There's a touch of the poet in you, Mr. Palmer.

I'd say you're\njust more touched.

DiNozzo?

House belongs\nto a Sergeant Malcolm Porter

and his wife Sun, boss.

She's the one on the left.

The sergeant's\nstill on liberty.

We're trying to track him down.

The other vic\nis Min Crane.

She's married\nto a Sergeant Floyd Crane,

currently deployed\nin Iraq.

Sign of an unhappy\nmarriage.

Funny, I thought it looked\nlike a hole in the wall.

It's about fist size.

The husband probably hit\nthe wall

instead of hitting his wife.

What else do you see?

Well, judging by the positioning of the body,

I'd say they were\ntaken by surprise.

Yeah? Why?

Body posture they're too relaxed.

They didn't fight back.

Of course, that could also mean \nthey knew the identity of their attacker.

Search the rest of the house.

The little girl's becoming

quite the crime scene\ninvestigator, isn't she, boss?

I'll go help McGee\ntalk to the women\nwho found them.

Got a T.O.D. yet, Duck?

Very recent.

Both liver probes indicate\nabout two and a half hours ago.

Triple tap, all in the heart.

Yeah, but notice these burn\nmarks around the entry wounds

here, and on this one.

In both of those,\nthe weapon was in direct contact

with the body\nwhen fired.

Two from across\nthe room.

Then one each up close, just to be sure.

I don't believe\nthe term "overkill"

would be inappropriate\nunder these circumstances.

Bullets didn't penetrate.

Maybe they were small caliber.

Did you find any casings?

Aah.\nShooter policed his brass, Duck.

"Policed," sir?

Military terminology for\ncleaning up after one's self.

We may be dealing\nwith a professional.

Professional what?

Killer, Mr. Palmer.

These poor women weren't so much murdered

as executed.

She just needs her bottle.

I know I packed it.

Look, look, look,\nyour mom's right there.

Right there.

You ever hold a baby before,\nMcGee?

No.

I didn't think so.

Shh.

Uh, boss, this is Mrs. Dawson.

She found the body along\nwith the next-door neighbors.

We were going into Koreatown\nshopping.

I'm the only one\nwith a car.

Sun asked me\nto come pick them up.

If we'd been on time...

You need some help?

There you go.

Do you have any idea where Sun's husband is, Mrs. Dawson?

No. He's never here\nwhen we come over.

I don't think he likes\nSun having friends.

What makes you think that?

He's very controlling.

Sergeant Porter abused her?

Sun wouldn't admit it,\nbut we suspect it.

He drinks.

Says mean things to her.

Wouldn't let her speak\nKorean in the house.

We tried to reason\nwith her, but...

She wouldn't leave him?

She was ashamed.

It's hard for a Korean\nwoman to ask for help.

Find Porter.

I'd start at the "E" Club.\nJames.

I'm Yoon's husband.

Listen, if you don't find\nPorter there,

you might want to check\nsome of the bars outside the front gate.

I'm on it, boss.

Everything's going\nto be okay now, honey, okay?

Gibbs, a word please?

I just talked to her\na few hours ago.

Gun safe. I found it\nin the master bedroom,

open and empty, except\nfor a handful of shells--

.40 caliber.

I'm thinking maybe\nthe husband did this, yes?

I guess the polite term,\nAgent DiNozzo,

would be "bastard."

He was always borrowing\nmy husband's tools,

and never returning them.\nI should have known

something like this\nwould happen.

Stealing tools\nisn't really

a prerequisite for murder, Mrs. Goodwin.

All I'm saying is,

the two of them had\none hell of a marriage.

You wouldn't know it\nto look at her,

but Sun's got\na set of lungs.

Or at least she did.

So they fought a lot?

Oh, hardly a night\nwent by, you didn't hear

all sorts of screaming\ncoming from this house.

You ever think\nto make a complaint?

I don't like\nto stick my nose in.

Good thing, too.

It could have been\nme that got slaughtered.

On our way, McGee.

Sergeant Porter was spotted\n30 minutes ago at the "E" club.

McGee's almost there.

Thanks.

Probie's not going to make\na move on his own, is he, boss?

McGee can take care\nof himself, DiNozzo.

You're on the hump.

He's gone.

Nice job, probie.

Bartender says he turned around,\nSergeant Porter wasn't there anymore.

You let him get past you?

It was before\nI got here, Tony.

What's Sergeant Porter driving?

What kind of car\ndoes he drive?!

Black 2000 Ford F-150, boss.

Hey, come on.

Boss, we got a weapon\nin the front seat.

Think he's dead, boss.

NCIS! Don't move!

Get your hands on the wheel!

Hey, I wasn't gonna drive.

Come on, it's not a DUI

if I don't have the key\nin the ignition!

What's he talking about?

I think he thinks

we're busting him\nfor driving drunk.

Well, you're not?

No.

It's for double homicide.

McGee?\nWait a minute.

I knew he was alive.

Precision, Mr. Palmer.

It's what separates\nthe professional

from the dilettante.

Thank you, Doctor.\nMm.

Now, careful.\nNot too much pressure.

But not too little, either.

Huh? All right, come on,\ncome on, come on, come on.

Oh, let's see.

Yes, very good.

Ah, not bad,\nnot bad at all.

Yeah, but keep a steady hand.

There's no room for error.

You never know which\nelement of the enigma,

however miniscule, can\nlead you to the solution.

Palmer just got some\nof your elements

on his plastic thing.

Occupational hazard,\nI'm afraid.

What can you tell me, Duck?

Both women were shot\nthree times in the chest.

It's hard to say

which of these six\nwas the fatal wound.

Suffice it to say,\nneither woman died of old age.

Anything else?

Yes. Mrs. Porter

has some swelling and fissures\non her fingers and knuckles.

Defensive wounds.

Possibly. Yeah,\nbut these didn't happen today.

There are also bruises\non her wrists.

I'd say they were\nat least a week old.

She was abused?

Yeah.

Thanks, Duck.

Do you have the man\nin custody now?

Yeah.

Well, there's no need\nto be gentle with him, Jethro. SYNC

You missed a spot.

We're looking

at a Beretta Cougar 80-40,\nGibbs.

It was registered\nto Sergeant Porter

in 2003, and it's got\nhis fingerprints all over it.

Bullets?

Um, cross-point,\n40-caliber,

Smith and Wesson.

Also called a Short and Wimpy,

although I do not know why.

They lack the power of\nten-millimeter auto-load.

Yeah, I guess\nyou don't need a lot

of stopping power when\nyou're gunning down housewives.

How about\ngunshot residue?

The Instant Shooter\nKit came back negative

on Porter's skin,\nshirt and pants.

Could've worn gloves, or...\nOf he could have\nchanged his clothes.

I'm way ahead\nof you, Gibbs.

That's why I'm doing\na full analysis

on all of\nPorter's wardrobe.

How long, Abby?

Well, it's gonna\ntake some time,

and some stuff doesn't\nsmell very good.

I don't think that laundry

was a big priority. Abs!

Um, two hours? Whenever\nI know something,

you'll know something.

You got one.\nAnything else?

Yes, as a matter of fact.

This is for you.

Why?

For getting me out of\nsensitivity training.

We were about\nto do trust falls,

and those guys in administration\nhave wandering hands.

Just give me their names, Abs,\nand I'll break them for you.

I know you will, Gibbs,\nand that is why I love you.

Ooh!

Uh, boss, I'm sorry.

I didn't see you.\nWhat'd I say\nabout apologizing, McGee?

A sign of weakness.

So is barfing on your tie.

Well, no, this-this isn't mine.\nUm...

We've got Sergeant Porter\nin Interrogation.

I actually managed\nto dodge most of it.

The good news is\nthat he is, uh, sober\nenough to talk now.

Oh, I got some on you.\nHere, let me get this.

Don't.

Sorry. I mean,\nit won't happen again.

Who's watching him?

Uh, Tony and Ziva.

I was actually just gonna go\nchange my shirt.

No, you won't. You're gonna\nfollow up on other leads.

We found Sergeant Porter\nwith the murder weapon.

What other leads?

A good investigator\ndoesn't sit back and wait.

You run down every\nangle, every lead.

Assume everything\nyou've been told

is a lie until it checks out.

You got it.

There's only one time\nI want you to stop, McGee.

When you tell me.

When you're satisfied.

When you're satisfied.

Okay.

Hey!

Yeah?

Get me another cup of coffee. SYNC

This is gonna be good.

Gibbs'll rip this guy apart.

I don't know if that's the\nright tactic in this case, Tony.

What, are you an expert\non suspect interviews now?

Interviews, no.\nInterrogation\ntechniques, yes.

Hmm.

Like hooking a car battery up\nto a guy's privates?

I'm sure it's effective,\nbut judges tend to frown on it.

I've learned from Gibbs\nthat in certain cases,

you can attract far\nmore bees with honey.

Flies.

What do flies have to do\nwith honey?

Flies don't like,\nuh, vinegar.

Vinegar?

It's complicated.\nHere he comes.

Here you go.

There.

You look like\nyou could use it.

My wife's really dead, sir?

How?

Drink your coffee, Sergeant.

When you're ready,\nwe'll work our way up to it.

What's he doing?

Where's the strong-arming?\nThe intimidation?

The psychological bullying?

The Gibbs?

All right, I'm ready.

Bad marriage, huh?

It's okay.

I've had a few myself.

It wasn't perfect,\nbut I loved her, sir.

Problem was...

I don't think, uh...

I don't think\nshe ever loved me.

Bet she loved that paycheck,\nthough, right?

Yeah. I should\nhave known.

Just look at me.

She was way out of\nmy league, you know?

She just married me\nto get to the States.

It happens. SYNC

Thing is,

I guess I-I always thought

she might change her mind,\nyou know?

Then she started sneaking out\nto the "O" Club,

hanging out with officers.

I've seen it before.

She thought she\ncould trade up.

She didn't want me,\nno matter what I did.

Just got to\nthe point that

I just wanted her to disappear.

Yeah. Well, you get pushed,\nyou want to push back.

That why you decided\nto blow her away?

Excuse me, sir?

Is that the reason\nyou shot Min Crane

and your wife to death today?

Okay, here we go.

He hasn't\nconfessed yet.

He will.\nMaybe.

How much do you want to bet?

How about nothing?

20 bucks?\nDeal.

I'm telling you,

I-I didn't kill them, sir.

The murder weapon was\nin your truck, Sergeant.

Someone must have...\nsomeone must have put it there.

Your fingerprints\nare all over it.

I didn't shoot my wife, sir.

Did you use your\nfists on her, Sergeant?

Knock her around a little bit,\nor maybe...

maybe that just wasn't\ncutting it anymore.

I never laid a hand on Sun.

Your neighbor heard\nthe fights, Sergeant.

I saw the hole\nyou punched in your wall.

I only punched the\nhole in the wall

so I wouldn't\nhit her, sir.

Her hands were all bruised\nand cut

from where she fought you off\nall the time.

That's-That's not\nhow it happened, sir.\nReally?

Then how'd I get it wrong,\nSergeant? How'd it happen?

She was the...

She was the one\nwho was abusing me.

You don't believe me.

Take a look at this.

Sit down.

Sun was violent, sir.

She hit me. She called me names.

She threw things.

I tried to\nhold her off,

but I never...

I never once\nlaid a hand on her.

I just wanted\nit to stop.

Pay up?

He didn't confess.

It was damn close.

Close doesn't cut it, DiNozzo.\nWell, we got enough evidence

even if you didn't break himin interrogation, boss.

Not to say that\nyou couldn't have broken him,

if you wanted to.

I really like that shirt.

Tony's right. We\nhave Sergeant Porter's

gun with his fingerprints\nin his car.

He blows away his wife and\nher friend in a fit of rage.

Gets drunk, passes out\nbefore he can commit suicide.

Why did he police his brass?

Habit of a well-trained Marine.

He worked the motor pool.

According to\nhis records,

he failed to\nqualify twice

on the pistol range\nlast year.

Abby get the results of the GSR\ntests on his clothing yet?

All negative, boss.

He could have worn gloves

or gotten rid of the clothes he was wearing.

But he leaves his pistol\nin full view on the front seat.

Boss, I think\nI got something here.

Just spoke with the Director\nof the Quantico Officers' Club.

Apparently, Sun Porter\nwas a regular fixture there.

Almost always\nwith Min Crane.

A month ago,\nthey were all banned.

For what, McGee?

Uh, one of their husbands\nshowed up, made a scene.

Had to be carried out.

Another nail\nin Sergeant Porter's coffin.

It wasn't Sergeant Porter,\nTony.

It was Sergeant James Dawson.

Yoon's husband.

Heard you guys got Sergeant\nPorter at the "E" Club

with the murder weapon.

I knew\nthey were having troubles,

but never expected\nsomething like this.

Where's your wife,\nSergeant Dawson?

She's taking a nap\nwith our daughter.

Why? Is something wrong, sir?

What happened at the Officers'\nClub last month?

Let me refresh your memory.

You got into an altercation\nwith two Marine captains.

Yeah. It was nothing.

It was just a\nmisunderstanding.

Big enough for a letter\nof reprimand in your SRB.

Maybe we should ask your wife about it, Sergeant.

She's had a really rough day.

I'd rather not\ndisturb her.\nBedroom down the hall?

Yeah, it is,\nbut I'd rather not disturb her.

We're just gonna make sure\nshe's still breathing.

What, you think I'd\nkill Sun and Min 'cause

they had a couple of drinks\nwith my wife at the "O" Club?

Mrs. Dawson? NCIS.

We have a few\nquestions?

Yoon, it's me. Please.

Yoon, open up?\nYou have a key?

It's locked from\nthe inside. Yoon!

Yoon!

Hush now.

It's okay.

It doesn't make sense, sir.

Someone kills my wife's\ntwo best friends,

then they decide to kidnap her?

When's the last time\nyou saw her, Sergeant?

About an hour\nbefore you showed up.

She was putting the baby\nto sleep in our room.

You didn't hear anything?

No.

Can we stop standing around\nand do something?

We are.

We are. Sit down.

And what exactly is that, sir?

Figuring out\nif you're a suspect

or a victim.

The window was broken\nfrom the outside.

Whoever did this slipped in,\ngrabbed her

and slipped out.\nNone of the neighbors heard

or saw anything unusual, boss.

MPs are searching the area.

They're also checking every\nvehicle leaving the base.

You think she still\nmight be on base?

It's possible.

Then we need to be\nout there looking for her.

If she's still on base,\nwe'll find her.

Someone put a lot

effort into taking her away\nfrom your home

without alerting you, Sergeant.

There's a good chance\nshe's not dead yet.

Yet?

God, why would someone do this?

Maybe for the same reason\nsomeone killed her friends.

You think I had\nsomething to do with this?

Sit down.

What happened at\nthe Officers' Club, Sergeant?

It was nothing, okay?

Sun and Min\ngo there all the time.

Yoon just drops them off.

This one time she went in\nand had a couple of drinks.

She couldn't drive home,\nso she called me.

Gibbs.\nAt which point did you get\ninto a verbal altercation

with the two Marine captains?

They were drunk, okay?

They were hitting on my wife.

They tried to stop me\nfrom taking her home.

What would you do, sir?

You think\none of these captains

might have had\nsomething to do with this?

Look, we're wasting our time!

I'm telling you,\nI had nothing to do with this!

I know that.

Your alibi just checked out.

The sergeant was on duty\nat the time of the shootings.

So what now, sir?

Three Korean women\nmet and married Marines in Seoul

at roughly the same time.

Two of them are dead.

Our prime suspect\nwas locked up here

when the third went missing.

Think it's a racial thing?

No, definitely do not think\nthat it's a hate crime.

In my experience, there's\nonly one color in the Marines.

From what I've seen\nof your Marine Corps,

it's very ethnically diverse.

He means green, Ziva,\nand I think he's right.

You know, maybe\nit's a Korean thing.

Maybe something in their past.

Ooh, like some kind\nof blood feud--

competing villages,

ancient oaths,

revenge from across the ocean.

This is not one of your\nstupid action movies, Tony.

No, it isn't.

If it was,\nyou'd be dressed differently.

And you'd be far\nbetter looking.

You'd be dead\nby the opening credits.

You ever stop to think

that maybe I am\nthe plucky comic relief?

You find out\nwhat the hell happened

to Yoon Dawson yet?

"Plucky"?

Um, well...

Ziva and Tony and I...

We're just working\non that, boss.

We're going\nthrough a list

of anyone suspicious\nwho had access

to the base\nin the last two days.

So far, no solid leads.

What about the Marine captains\nSergeant Dawson fought with?

Both transferred out\nof Quantico last month.

One is at Camp Pendleton,\nthe other is in Okinawa.

The two dead women\nlived insular lives.

They spent most\nof their time together

or with other Koreans.

Yoon Dawson seems to be the only\none who embraced American life.

Any reason to believe\nthat Sergeant Porter

isn't still involved in this?

He could have had an accomplice,\nprobie.

Could have had three, DiNozzo.

We need more information.

Actually, boss, Abby and I,

we have been working\non something.

We gathered\nthe women's phone records,

credit card receipts,\naddress books.

Abby is cross-referencing\nto see if there's a pattern.

DiNozzo, I want to know about\nanybody in the area

who's made threats\nagainst Koreans,

foreign Marine\nwives or women.\nOh, is that all?

On it, boss.

Find out about their lives

before they married Marines.

Come on.

You're with me, elf lord.

It's amazing how much you can\nfind out about someone

without actually meeting them.

For instance,\nme and these three women

have absolutely\nnothing in common.

They web-browse\nfor cake recipes,

gardening tips,

and Min Crane has\nsome weird obsession

with stained glass.

That's not even mentioning\ntheir music downloads.

One word: Yanni.

Good point. Who cares?

Their schedules\nwere pretty regulated.

On Wednesdays and Fridays

they trekked to Korea Town.

They would shop\nfor a couple hours,

then they would have tea

at Lee's Neighborhood Market.

They alternated paying.

It was Sun Porter's turn,\nby the way.

Yeah, not exactly groundbreaking\npolice work there.

She's not done yet, McGee.

Thank you, Gibbs.

Within the last month,

all three of them received\nregular phone calls

from a pay phone

located just outside\nLee's Neighborhood Market.

It is owned and operated\nby Lee Sung.

He sells Korean delicacies,

fruits and vegetables,

and those cute little animee\nfigurines with the funny faces.

Oh, I love those.

Um...

He also has a catering business,\nLee's Delights.

It's authentic Korean food,\nvery high-end.

All three women have worked

for him as hostesses,\nand they were scheduled

to work an event for him\ntomorrow afternoon.

How do you know?

Because Lee Sung\ne-mailed them the instructions.

It's a Korean diplomatic event

at the Pacific Rim Society.

Tell me I didn't just\nsmack McGee for no good reason.

You didn't smack McGee\nfor no good reason.

Last night, Yoon Dawson\nused her cell phone

to call the pay phone\noutside Lee's Market.

Two hours later,\nbam-- she's missing.

Why is this important?

Because someone is still\nusing her cell phone

to call that pay phone.

Can we get a fix on the phone?

Negatory, McGee.

I know it's somewhere

in Annandale, Virginia,\nbut they turn it off

before I can get\nan exact location.

The last phone call\nwas an hour ago.

McGee, I want a tap\non that damn pay phone.

Abby, I want to know who answers it. SYNC

That's good work, Abs.

Ow.

What was that for?

For mocking my\ngroundbreaking police work.

I was not mocking your...

Won't happen again.

Damn, I can't believe this.

ZIVA:\nI don't really like

waiting here either, Tony.

No. Nick and Jessica broke up.

I'm always the last to know.

Hey, DiNozzo.

Shut up.

Shutting up, boss.

Probie, you getting this?

Yeah, got it, Tony.

It's Yoon Dawson's\ncell phone again, boss.

I want a location, McGee.

Whoever it is, they disabled\nthe onboard GPS chip.

We're gonna have to do this\nthe old-fashioned way.

Just take a moment to get a bead

on the cell phone grid\nit's interfacing with.

We got someone headed

to the phone, boss.

Want us to take him down now?

Negative.

Wait until we trace the call.

Okay, I've got\nthe cell phone grid located.

It's coming from\nthis neighborhood,

somewhere on this street.

You copy that, DiNozzo?

We're scanning for targets now,

a lot of possibles.

If you don't respond,\nI'm going to hang up.

Don't. I have\ninformation for you.

Wool cap, head down,

heading towards the pay phone.

Got him.

Drop your weapon!

Federal Agents! Move!

It's Yoon Dawson, boss!

She's rabbiting.

We're cutting\nher off, DiNozo.

She didn't pass us.

Well, where the hell\ndid she go?

It's like she disappeared.

She didn't disappear.

It's her hat.

She climbed her way out.

If I am here, I answer\nthe pay phone, Agent McGee.

Many people\nin this community are poor,

can't afford phone service.

So I take messages for them.\nYou see?

It helps them and it is

good for my business\nwhen they come to pick up.

Boss, did you find her?

Yeah, McGee, she's hiding\nin my coffee cup.

Uh, we didn't find her.

Just give us one second please.

Has he calmed down yet?

Well, he's a little shaky,\nbut I think he's ready to talk.

Min and Sun, they are dead?

It's my fault.

I take responsibility.

I try to help people\nnew to this country.

Find jobs for them, get\nthem training, classes,

sometimes even loan money.

You hired all three of them to\nwork for your catering company?

I did.

I would notice when Yoon was\ntired, her accent would change.

Sometimes she would use words

not common in my\ncountry since the war.

Yoon-Sook Dawson\nwasn't South Korean.

I began to believe

that she was from the North.

Perhaps a spy?

Why didn't you go to the police?

Well, I couldn't be sure.

What if I was wrong?

I asked Min and Sun\nto find out where she grew up,

what schools she go to.

Then I check her answers\nand try to locate

relatives from Korea.

Nothing.

Who else knew\nyou were checking up on her?

Just Min Crane,\nSun Porter and myself.

She was trying\nto protect her cover.

She failed.

We're taking you into\nprotective custody, Mr. Sung.

No.

I will not hide.

Mr. Sung,\nshe could come back.

Let her.

I am ready this time.

I won't stop living my life\nbecause of people like her.

Sir, I really don't think\nthat's a...

Mr. Sung,\nthank you for your help.

You think of anything\nelse, you give me a call.

Yes, I will.

And please,\nthank your agents for me.

Boss, you're not really\ngonna let him just...

McGee, you know, the FBI does\nnot exist solely to piss me off.

Sometimes, they can\nactually be useful.

Hey, Fornell.

I got one right up\nyour jurisdiction.

Like my father always said,

be careful who\nyou marry, Anthony,

she may end up being\na homicidal maniac.

Your father actually\nsaid that to you?

No, but I'm pretty\nsure he thought it.

Probably he knew\nyour taste in women.

Abby's got active taps

on Sergeant Dawson's cell,\nhome and work phones, boss.

She calls her husband\nagain, we'll know it.\nShe won't.

The FBI team shadowing Mr. Sung

is tied directly into MTAC.

Their last report had him

loading up a catering truck\nfor a job.

No sign of Yoon Dawson yet.

It's highly doubtful she'd make\nanother attempt on his life.

We've got four agents\nproviding surveillance

on Dawson's house...

She definitely won't be\nreturning home.

And how do you know this,\nOfficer David?

Because Yoon Dawson wouldn't.

Tell us what you would do.

If I was Yoon,

everything I've done up to this\npoint was to protect my cover.

I dealt with the two possible\nthreats on base and...

If by dealt you mean

gunning down\ntwo defenseless housewives.

And I attempted to\ndeal with the third,

but my cover was blown.

I'm now only left\nwith a few possibilities.

Egress back to your country.

Or, carry out whatever mission\nI was assigned

before I'm captured or killed.\nShe's been

in the States for three years.

If you had a mission

wouldn't you have\ncarried it out by now?

Not if I'm a sleeper, McGee.

She could be here for decades\nbefore being activated.

So tell us, Jane Bond,\nhow do we track you down, huh?

You don't, Tony.

By now, I've changed\nmy appearance,

I've replaced my identity

with backup documents,\nand I've relocated.

Promise?

Okay, so that about wraps it up.

Who's up for lunch?

You might want to think\nabout this, boss,

'cause I'm gonna pay.\nNo one's eating.

until we find Yoon Dawson.

Gibbs, not that Tony\ncouldn't stand

to lose a little weight,

but we'd all starve to death

before that happened.

She's playing it like I would.\nShe's gone.

There's one big difference

between the two of you, Ziva.

You don't have a baby girl.

Most likely part of her cover

or an occupational accident.

It's more than that.

How can you tell?

My gut.

Come on.

You're with me. Let's go.

Hey, Probie,\nlet me ask you a question.\nMm.

You don't think she was serious

about the whole losing\na few pounds thing, do you?

You're gonna hit me\nif I tell you the truth?

No, man. We're buds.

Yeah.

My wife is not a spy, sir.

Her South Korean passport's\na forgery.

It's not possible.

Okay, Yoon loves this country.

She knows more about it\nthan I do.

She was trained to;\nit's called a honey trap.

Her assignment was\nto meet an eligible

serviceman, seduce him,

and gain access\ninto this country.

Oh, yeah? Then why was\nshe trying to convince me

to leave the Marine Corps\nand go back to college?

Most likely, you were not part\nof the assignment.

You were just a means to an end.

Listen, okay, I've lived\nwith her for five years.

She's the mother of my child,\nfor God's sake!

I'm telling you,\nthere's no way.

Wha-What's this?

Your wife.

No. That-That can't be real.

It's real.

Min Crane and Sun Porter?

She killed them?

Oh, my God.

Has she tried\nto contact you?

No.

She's a foreign agent, Marine.

You lie about this,\nit's treason.

She hasn't. She hasn't\ntried to contact me, sir.

Okay. We think she might.

If she does,\nand you confront her,

she'll most likely kill you.

I just...\nI just can't believe this.

Go ahead.

Hello?

It's me, James.

Yoon, what the hell is going on?

NCIS is here,

and they're telling me\nall sorts of things.

Don't speak.

Just listen to me, okay?

You need to come home now.

It's too late for that.

I've done things,\nterrible things.

I don't care, all right?

Just tell me where you are,\nand I'll come and get you.

There's one more thing\nthat I need to do.

I don't have a choice.

I never had a choice.

Just tell me why.

Please, sweetheart.

No matter what they say,

what they tell you about me,

know that I loved you\nwith all my heart.

That it was for real.

And tell Rebecca...

tell her Mommy is sorry\nfor this, all of it.

This is insane.

Yoon, you-you can't...

I love you both so much more\nthan you can imagine,

but I can't let it happen.

Yoon, don't-don't-don't...

Yoon, don't hang up.

I got her, Tony!

She's at a pay phone\nin Annandale, Virginia.

The corner of Raven Road\nand Lancaster Drive.

Way to go, Abs.

It's kind of a weird place\nto be hiding out.

There's nothing there\nexcept country clubs.

Lee Sung's catering job.

The Pacific Rim Society.

It's in Annandale.

Either that's a coincidence,

or she really, really wants\nto kill this guy.

I don't believe in coincidence.

No. No, Yoon.

Where is it,\nLee Sung?!

Have you no honor\nleft, woman?

More than you.

Scream...

and I kill you.

Found out why the FBI\nisn't responding, boss.

She's definitely here.

Keep looking, DiNozzo.

I'm right behind you.

I will kill you\nif you don't answer this time.

Where?!

In-In the truck.

Drop the weapon.

There's a bomb set to go off\nin this building.

If you kill me now, we all die.

Put your weapon down.

I was a North Korean operative.

We kind of figured\nthat part out on our own.

The part that

you don't know is that\nmy cell included Sun Porter,

Min Crane,

and this man.\nShe's lying.

I swear on the life\nof my daughter

that I'm trying\nto prevent this attack.

And I swear, if you don't\nrelease your weapon,

I will kill you.

The bomb is in his truck.

Please.

We may have only minutes left.

Now do you believe me?

Can you disarm it?

If I had a couple of days,\nmaybe. You?

I could try.

But I suggest not standing

within five miles\nof here while I attempt it.

I can.

She put it there.

She's trying to\nkill us all.

They're evacuating\nthe building, boss.

And, the, uh... Oh.

That's a really\nbig bomb.

You think,\nDiNozzo?

I didn't kill them to maintain\nmy cover, Agent Gibbs.

I did it to keep my family.

I failed.

She's a North\nKorean spy!

Not anymore.

At least let me prevent this.

McGee, get Sung out of here.

Get the cuffs\noff her.\nGibbs?!

This isn't a debate,\nOfficer David! Go!\nLet's go, come on.

GIBBS:\nGo on! Get out of\nhere, all of you.

Get to clear distance away.\nI'll handle it from here.

I don't care\nhow hard you\nwhack me, boss.

I'm not going\nanywhere.\nNor am I.

If we survive this,\nyou're both fired.

It's supposed to do that, right?

It's done.

The bomb is no longer armed.

So, what happens now, sir?

The FBI will take\nher into custody,

Sergeant.

And then prison?

Your wife is an agent\nof a hostile power.

It all depends\non what kind of\ndeal she can make.

She was also responsible\nfor bringing down an entire

North Korean cell\nand saving hundreds\nof lives, Sergeant.

I'm sure that will be\ntake into consideration.

Right, Officer David?

Yes, of course.

Her knowledge\nof the inner workings

of North Korean intelligence

should prove\nto be invaluable.

Guys, give her\na minute.

I'm...

so sorry.

I was trying\nto do the right thing.

Everything you said\nto me on the phone?

I believe it, Yoon.

I'll always believe it,\nno matter what happens.

Come here.

It's okay.

I'm so sorry.

I know.

Let's go.

Yeah, Tony, Ziva,

what happened back there\nwith the bomb--

I want you both to know...

You don't have to say it, boss.

We know how you feel about us.

Gibbs, we're\na team.

That's what we do.

I was going to say,\nif either one

of you two wing nuts\never disobey

a direct order again,\nI'll kill you myself.

That's our boss.