NCIS (2003–…): Season 3, Episode 15 - Head Case - full transcript

Is it just me,
or are we getting faster at this?

JONES: Faster is five cars
in one night, newbie.

[CAR HORN HONKING]

- You hear that?
- Sounds like money to me.

Now that's what I'm talking about.

This baby is loaded:
GPS navi, killer sound.

We're gonna get three G's
for these rims.

More if the spare's alloy.

- What?
- NCIS.

- Don't shoot.
- Freeze!

- Hands in the air.
- Okay, okay.

- All right. All right.
- Cuff them.

TONY: Against the car, dirtbag.
McGEE: On the car.

- Assume the position.
HOBIE: Okay. Okay.

Your first mistake was stealing tools
from the motor pool, geniuses.

[DIALING PHONE]

Yeah, it's Gibbs. I need
prison transportation for three.

Get ahold of Metro P.D.
We busted these guys on their turf.

ZIVA:
Gibbs?

McGEE:
You have the right to remain silent.

Car's not the only thing
they've been chopping.

I swear we didn't kill anybody.
It's not even our cooler.

We had nothing to do with that.

Do you believe him?

They had a human head
in the trunk of a car, McGee.

What do you think?

[CAMERA CLICKS]

TONY:
First severed head?

Mine was a motorcycle accident
in Baltimore.

- I thought I was picking up a helmet--
- lt's worse when you know the person.

You knew someone
who was beheaded?

A friend.

He infiltrated a Hamas cell
in Ramallah.

They sent his head

overnight express.

- I'm sorry. I didn't--
- That's when I decided I'd...

I'd never be captured alive.

[CAMERA CLICKING]

You did me a favour tonight, Jethro.

Tonight is SmackDown night
at the Mallard residence.

Can you believe it?

Mother's favourite television program:
Wrestling.

Mine too. I love the WWE.

DUCKY: I haven't the heart
to tell her it's not real.

Where's the body?

GIBBS: Three sailors running
a chop shop, Duck.

We found it in the trunk.

You're not gonna need
the gurney for this one, Palmer.

Oh, my.

Decapitation.

A most ancient form of execution,

which the French elevated
to a public spectacle.

The guillotine.

[SPEAKING IN FRENCH]

The French Revolution.
Scissors, please.

Actually, the hideous machine
was invented by a doctor,

Joseph Guillotin.

He proposed his machine be used,

as it was a humane form
of capital punishment.

- That's ironic.
DUCKY: Yes, I'd say.

Although the guillotine
is mostly associated with the French,

the Nazis actually
guillotined more people

than the entire French Revolution.

- That's pretty gruesome.
DUCKY: Indeed.

Hitler thought it was a demeaning
form of punishment,

so he used it for political executions.

l was referring to the severed head,
Ducky.

Do you know how many people
the Nazis decapitated

between 1942 and 1943?

- No.
- Over 20,000.

I never cease to be amazed by
the depth of your knowledge, doctor.

DUCKY: Yes, well, one thing
we can say for certain:

Beheading was not the cause
of this poor man's demise.

Look at the tissue reaction.

It isn't engorged with blood
from the severed capillaries and veins.

So he was dead
before his head was removed?

ABBY: For what sicko reason
do you keep it preserved on ice?

I don't know,
but it's gonna make determining

the time of death impossible.

As to cause, well,
without the rest of the body--

Perhaps you can make us an ID.

Lay some tissue samples on me,
Duckman.

I knew there was a reason
I invited you down here.

Would you do the honours,
Mr. Palmer?

I need to take care of the papenNork.

So white meat or dark?

[PALMER CHUCKLES]

lt's inappropriate?

With a big dash of creepy, Jimmy.

It's my delivery.
l have to work on that.

Who is Naomi Krutzhammer?
One of your girlfriends, yes?

I'm trying to read my email here.
You mind?

Not at all. I didn't know
your nickname was "Honeybuns."

Only Naomi and I call him that.

TONY: Didn't think you
were gonna say anything.

Who owns the car with the head?

- We don't know yet.
- You're reading your email

and you don't know yet?

We traced the VlN
to a Mercedes dealership in Riverdale,

which sold it two weeks ago.
The registration is temporary

and hasn't been processed
by the DMV.

We called the dealership. They don't
open for another 25 minutes.

The car's registered
to an Epsilon Corporation.

Thanks for sharing, probie.

ljust found it. Had to hack
into the DMV's processing computer.

- Is that legal?
- I doubt it.

I wonder what the penalty is?

Less than reading your emails
on my time, Honeybuns.

McGEE: Corporate address is in care
of Sean Oliver, attorney at law.

225 Sheraton Street.

- Phone number, McGee?
- When they answer the phone,

what are you gonna say,
Officer David?

"Hey, we found your car.

Anybody at Epsilon
missing a head?"

Tony, take Ziva with you. Go.

That's a good job, McGee.

- Thank you, boss.
- But Tony's right.

Hacking is illegal.

I hate lawyers.

I thought lawyers were an integral part
of the American legal system.

Defenders of civil liberties.

This guy wouldn't know a civil liberty
if he choked on it.

You don't get an office like this
working pro bono cases.

You don't even know the man.

I can tell you anything
you need to know.

Okay, what does he look like?

The name "Sean" was popular
in the 1960's.

I wonder why.

That puts him in his 40s.

Probably has a combover, balding,
maybe even plugs.

[CHUCKLES]

- Shall I continue?
- Well, you're on a roll.

Oliver: Old money. Esquire?

Cheeseball, pretentious.

RECEPTIONIST:
I'm sorry to keep you waiting.

If you'd follow me, please?

Count your fingers
after you shake his hand.

Okay, thanks.

Of course, there are exceptions.

So, what can I do for NCIS today?

- I'm Special Agent DiNozzo.
- Nice to meet you.

We recovered a stolen Mercedes
registered at Epsilon Corporation

- at this address.
- Epsilon's a client.

I'm sure they'll appreciate
you finding their car.

It's a little more complicated than that.
Is it Mrs.?

It's Ms., and please call me Sean.

Sean. Pretty name.

- Thank you.
- You're a coach?

SEAN:
No, not exactly.

I do a lot of pro bono work
for youth groups.

The car may have been involved in
some criminal activity prior to the theft,

Ms. Oliver.

We'll need to speak
to your client about this.

First define "criminal activity."

We're not prepared to disclose
that kind of information right now.

Then I'm sorry, I can't help you.

ZIVA:
Why is that?

Attorney-client privilege.

It prevents me
from divulging any information

without my client's permission.

I'm ethically bound
to protect their rights.

Even if they may have
committed a crime?

If you believed that, you would have
come with a search warrant.

Oh, we didn't think it was necessary.

So I'll assume
you'll try and go get one now?

Oh, yeah. Yeah.

Great. Then I look fonNard
to seeing you again, Agent DiNozzo.

- Tony.
- Tony.

I hate lawyers.

Have a seat.

I'm not saying anything
till I get a lawyer.

You're not here to talk,
Petty Officer Hobie.

You're here to listen.

They said you jacked the car

and they know nothing
about what was in the trunk.

Me?

I believe them.

That means you're screwed,
petty officer.

Agent McGee,
seven stolen cars in two weeks,

- what's he looking at?
- First offence?

Let's see, seven to ten for theft.

Another four to five
for selling stolen property.

So roughly, 12 years.

Maybe out in six
with good behaviour.

What about carrying around
a human head in an ice chest?

McGEE:
Well, capital offence,

with the gruesome nature
of the crime?

I'm thinking... I'm thinking life,
and that's if he's lucky.

- If not...
- The death penalty.

Whoa, hey.
I didn't know that was in there.

When you boost a car, you don't check
to see what's in the trunk first.

Where?

It was a parking lot.

Chez Nude.

It's a strip club in Anacostia.

I took it around midnight.

Did you see the driver?

No.

All I saw was the chrome.

Yes, but are you absolutely positive?

Science doesn't lie, Ducky.

No, but in my experience
it often can be misleading.

GIBBS: Abby.
- Gibbs. Okay,

so we have two questions for you.
Where's my Caf-Pow?

The machine was empty.

- Second question?
- That wasn't one of the questions.

- The machine's never empty.
- Abby.

According to the Armed Forces
DNA Registry,

the head in the autopsy room belongs
to Navy Captain Parker Wayne.

You wanna know how he died
and why.

ABBY:
We know how and why.

He suffered
a fatal coronary infarction

at Bethesda Naval Hospital
four months ago.

So, what is his head
doing in the trunk of a stolen car?

And where is the rest of his body?

Can't connect Captain Wayne
to any of the three suspects, boss.

No common service, ship or base.

If they had contact,
it wasn't through the Navy.

You're asking me to believe a sailor

jacked a car with a head in the trunk
and that he didn't know it?

If the glue sticks...

- "Shoe fits."
- Thank you.

DiNozzo.

I'm with you, boss.

Our carjacker definitely knows
more than he's telling us.

We don't believe
in coincidences around here, Ziva.

[SNARLS]

However, we do believe in bad luck.

Did you get the search warrant?

Faith Coleman says that we need
to petition for a preliminary injunction

to compel Sean Oliver, Esquire,
to give up the name of her client.

- So do it.
- Done it.

Well, I mean, I did it.

Since the captain died
of natural causes,

it's gonna take the judge a while
to sign off on it.

The lawyer drooled over Tony.
Why doesn't he just sleep with her?

What?
It's a viable interrogation technique.

- I've done it.
ZIVA: Me too.

DUCKY: No trauma to the head.
No signs of cerebral haemorrrhage.

The cause of death was definitely
coronary inclusion, Dr. Mallard.

Caused by arteriosclerosis.

I took this when I performed
the autopsy on Captain Wayne.

DUCKY: Jethro. Special Agent Gibbs,
Commander Ross,

the ME who performed the autopsy
on our captain four months ago.

I must admit I've never been involved
in anything this strange.

Remind me to show you
some of our cases sometime.

Last year, we had a patient

who spontaneously combusted,
or so we--

You're certain heart attack
was the cause of death?

Absolutely. Captain Wayne
was pronounced dead

on the operating table
by one of our best heart surgeons.

I performed the autopsy
two days later.

When you last saw the captain,
his head was attached?

Of course.

What happened to his remains?

At the request of the widow,
they were released to a mortuary.

The...

Let's see, Vernon Family Mortuary
in Annandale, Virginia.

[DIALING PHONE]

VERNON:
You'll have to excuse me,

but I'm extremely short-handed
this afternoon, gentlemen.

My furnace operator
didn't show up today.

Mr. Vernon,
are those human remains?

Were. Now they'rejust
carbon and ash, Agent McGee.

Now, what can I do for you?

We're investigating a death.

VERNON:
I figured as much.

How's that?

The only time I see cops
around here

is when they're on
an official investigation or when,

you know, you're customers.

The customer we're interested in
was here four months ago.

VERNON:
Name?

Captain Parker Wayne.

Let's see: Wyatt, Winter and Wayne.

From Bethesda.
He was cremated 122 days ago.

- Wait, he was cremated?
- Yes.

His wife asked for a Sea-rest urn
with interior gold-plated lining.

Very high end.

Sounds nice.

Yeah, except for the fact
that there's a piece missing, Vernon.

VERNON:
Oh, what do you mean?

McGEE:
Well, a part of his body has turned up.

You mean like a body fragment,
or a bone fragment, or a tooth?

Actually, more like his head.

- A head?
- Found in a car trunk.

We'd like to know how it got there.

Remains picked up
at 7:45 am. on the 24th.

He was cremated that evening,
Furnace 2.

Attending technician, Martin.

- Martin who?
- Broussard.

- Where is he?
- He didn't show up for work,

which is why I'm here
instead of out there where I'm needed.

- We're gonna need his address.
VERNON: No need.

I'll take you to his room.

VERNON: I can't believe I let him
live on the grounds.

McGEE: For how long?
VERNON: Almost three years.

This could ruin me. My family's
been in the business for 63 years.

Anyone else licensed
to operate these ovens?

Furnaces, Agent DiNozzo.
Just myself and Martin.

Martin, if you're in there,
open up, damn it.

Wait here.

[CLEARS THROAT]

You thinking what I'm thinking,
probie?

McGEE: Yeah, we just walked into
an episode of The X Files.

- Open that up, probie.
- No, you open it.

- Who's the senior field agent?
- Gibbs.

In this room,
who is the senior field agent?

Open it.

Chucklehead.

- What is it?
- It's feet.

I knew it.

We're dealing
with another Dahmer here.

The pig kind.

Hi. What's your name?

I'm Jethro.

I'm here to talk to your mom.

CHRISS Y:
Did you know my daddy?

No. No, I didn't. Not personally.

He's dead, you know.

JOCELYN:
I had them on the mantle,

but Chrissy would stare at them
for hours.

She couldn't understand
how her daddy could fit inside a jar.

Her therapist said
it was probably unhealthy for her so...

I understand that this must be tough
for you, Mrs. Wayne.

Ashes are ashes, Agent Gibbs.

Now what is this about?

There may have been a mix-up.

- These aren't my husband's ashes?
- No. No, they probably are.

There just was a paper snafu
at Bethesda. We need to verify it.

How can you do that?

Teeth aren't totally destroyed
during cremation.

I've been a Navy wife
for close to 20 years, Agent Gibbs.

NCIS agents
don't investigate mix-ups,

at least not agents as old as you.

[CHUCKLES]

Well, we have a new director,
ma'am.

A female director.

Let's just say I'm not

as politically correct
as some of the younger agents.

What did you do to piss her off?

Well, see, if she was more like you

then I wouldn't be sent out here
to do a probie's job.

Not that this isn't important.
This is very important.

I will handle the captain's remains
with the utmost respect, ma'am.

That's a promise.

JOCELYN: What did you do?
- She overheard a conversation

- I had about her physical attri--
- Where are you taking my Dad?

Oh, Chrissy. It's okay.

Agent Gibbs is a Marine. You know
how much Daddy liked them.

Twenty years in the Navy,

I know a Marine when I see one,
Agent Gibbs.

As soon as this is verified,
it'll be returned.

Our last command was a cruiser,
the Manassas.

They deploy for eight months
next Thursday.

Park's last wish was to have his ashes
scattered at sea by them.

You'll have them back.

[POUNDING]

I've hit a dead wall.

Have any of you heard
of the nation of Nevis?

No.

- It's in the Caribbean.
- I'm impressed.

If you're looking
for the most attractive

and convenient offshore corporate
domicile, like my father, it's the place.

That's where Epsilon's incorporated.

It's a haven of confidentiality.

I mean, they won't disclose the names
of owners, officers, or directors.

That's why the old man
seems to like it.

It sounds suspicious.

I have a contact
who can get me that info.

GIBBS:
Ziva, don't talk about it. Do it.

Well, it's a delicate situation, Gibbs.
Perhaps I should elaborate a--

McGEE:
Martin Broussard.

- Raised in New Orleans--
- Boss, barely graduated high school.

- Dropped out of--
- Junior college after only one year.

Record?

- Two DUIs and a--
- Shoplifting charge.

We got prints from his room.
Abby is--

Trying to match them
for the Mercedes from the chop shop.

You think Broussard
could be Sean Oliver's client?

No way. This guy's apartment makes
McGee's look like the Four Seasons.

Whoa, what is wrong
with my home?

There's nothing that a bulldozer
and a few coats of paint wouldn't fix.

At least I wasn't afraid
to open a cooler.

Okay, I wasn't afraid
to open a cool--

I'm shutting up, boss.

- Ziva.
- Director.

SHEPARD: What can I do for you?
- A favour.

- You wanna go back to Israel?
- No, I actually love it here.

- Gibbs is a great teacher.
- You'll learn.

He's like the Hope Diamond:

A valuable gem,

but it comes with a curse.

ZIVA: Anyone I know in that car?
- You know what they say:

"If you have to ask..."

ABBY:
Hey, they refilled the machine.

What are you doing?

It's been a long day.
Yoga. Sirshasana.

It increases the blood flow
to the brain.

I thought that's what this is for.

That helps too.

- I assume you're done.
- With the ashes? Yeah.

Since cremation destroys all DNA,

then genetic fingerprinting
of the cremains won't work.

So I put them
through a particle accelerator

- to try to ferret out any trace elements.
- And?

And I found calcium,
which is present in human bones,

- but no phosphorus.
- Which means?

There's really no foreplay with you,
is there, Gibbs?

What, you've been talking
to my ex-wives again?

The urn contained burnt wood chips,
concrete, dust and pebbles.

The ashes are bogus.

Ask yourself what kind of guy

lives in a coffin storage shed
at a funeral home.

- Perhaps a poor one?
- I'd buy that except for the fact

that it looks like this guy did an episode
of Trading Spaces with Satan.

What we need to figure out
is why this guy

decided to keep the man's head.

And how it ended up in the trunk
of a stolen Mercedes.

ZIVA: Maybe he needed it
for some sort of ritual.

- Or sacrifice.
- Witchcraft?

Whatever you wanna call it, probie.

I agree. Anyone so obviously
fascinated with death

has to be deeply disturbed
on some level.

I mean, take these masks,
for instance.

What kind of a person would collect
such horrid-looking things?

- Me.
- Of course, by "horrid,"

I mean, finely crafted and artistic.

- Good morning, Abby.
- Hi.

ABBY:
The masks are Ogum.

They're used in tribal ceremonies
in Africa. Friend of mine makes them.

- I see. And this?
ABBY: Drapeau or flag.

It symbolizes the bridge between
your spiritual and your earthly planes.

I'm not an expert,
but I would say that

Martin Broussard
is in to voodoo, bigtime.

- So it is witchcraft.
- No, McGee, it's voodoo.

What's the difference?

Haven't you ever seen Voodoo Island
with Boris Karloff?

The Believers, Martin Sheen?

The Serpent and the Rainbow?

Sleepless in Seattle?

That was about voodoo?

No, but the first time I saw it,
it scared the bejesus out of me.

- Is that a fact, DiNozzo?
TONY: Yes, sir.

We think we just had
a major breakthrough in the case.

- You found Broussard?
- No, not exactly.

You got the warrant
to search the law offices?

Not yet.

Your contacts found out
who owns Epsilon Corporation?

They haven't gotten back to me yet.

In retrospect, "major" may have
been overstating things, sir. I'm sorry.

What, Abby?
You have to go to the bathroom,

- or you have something to say?
- I do. But that's not the point.

Ducky and I might have found
something that's "minjor."

It's maybe not major,
but it's more than minor.

Duck, are you saying Captain Wayne
was used in some kind of sacrifice?

ABBY: We found traces of blood
on three of the knives

we got from
Martin Broussard's room.

- All three came back the same type.
- Captain Wayne's?

- Nope, chicken.
- Chicken.

Well, it's not an uncommon substance
to find at a voodoo ritual.

Yeah, or at a KFC. What else?

ABBY:
Patience, Gibbs.

I ran the fingerprints
from the Mercedes,

the cooler in the back of the car,
and Martin Broussard's room.

They're all the same
and they're all his.

Broussard stole the Mercedes?

Either that or he just
really likes to touch stuff.

Okay, I'll let Gibbs know. Thank you.

Let Gibbs know what,
Agent McGee?

That Captain Wayne's widow
is on her way up, director.

- How much does she know?
- I'm not sure, ma'am.

Gibbs returned with the cremains,

but I don't know what he said
to get them.

Let's hope he didn't say

that we found
her husband's head in a trunk.

Well, I don't think that-- Would he?

Have you gotten the warrant
for Sean Oliver's law office?

Still working on it, ma'am.
I've put several calls in

to the Assistant
US. Attorney's office,

but they're dragging their feet.

I expected they would,
so I made a personal call

to the Attorney General's office.

Here's your warrant.

You can close your mouth,
Agent McGee. It's not that impressive.

Get Gibbs.

I'll escort Mrs. Wayne from here.

Yes, ma'am.

Special Agent Gibbs is on his way.
I'm--

Did he make
a positive identification?

A positive identification?

Of your husband's cremains?

I want the remains verified
for every body

Broussard was supposed to burn.

Not a problem, boss.

- What do we tell the families?
- Depends on what we find.

- You think he's done this before?
- The guy's cutting up chickens

and carrying heads around
in coolers, Ziva.

I don't know.
What's your gut tell you?

That I never want to be cremated.

Whoa! Sorry, boss.
One, got the warrant.

Good job. Tony, you're with me.

Sir, Mrs. Wayne is here
and Director Shepard is with her.

He said the paper mix-up could be
resolved with my husband's teeth.

If Special Agent Gibbs told you that,
I'm sure it's the truth.

He's one of the most knowledgeable
agents I've ever worked with.

I had that impression. I'm glad he was
assigned this, even if it is punishment.

- Punishment?
- The new director has it in for him.

He told you that?

Well, I've seen it before.
When Parker was XO

for one of the first female
ship captains:

The woman was a nightmare
trying to prove herself.

Special Agent Gibbs, I didn't know
the new director was punishing you.

She always seemed very fair to me.

Well, you're a woman. She doesn't
have anything to prove to you.

SHEPARD:
Oh.

How about you? What do you think?

Do you think the new director

- is reasonable?
- Very.

GIBBS:
Why are you here, Mrs. Wayne?

JOCELYN: Have you made
a positive identification?

GIBBS:
The Iab's working on it.

- I'm sorry to be troubling you.
- No trouble at all.

The Manassas has been put
on alert to sail early.

- How early?
- Tuesday.

I have to have Parker's ashes there
by Monday night.

I don't wanna wait another year
to honour my husband's last wish.

I'll do my best.

You'll have your husband's ashes
by Monday.

Won't she, Agent Gibbs?

If you say so.

- She isn't the new--?
- Uh-huh.

Oh.

TONY: Hi. Nice to see you again.
NCIS. We have a search warrant.

Go right on in.
Ms. Oliver has been expecting you.

That was fast.

It gives us the right to search
the premises

for every and all documents
pertaining to Epsilon Corporation.

I think you'll find everything
you need in those boxes.

Your director's not the only one with
friends in the US. Attorney's office.

You have the papers,
so I can't stop you,

but I do think this is overkill
for a stolen car.

GIBBS: We're more interested in
who was driving it before it was stolen.

- Why?
GIBBS: I'll make you a deal.

You tell me
who runs Epsilon Corporation,

I tell you why.

Unfortunately, I can't make deals
without consulting my clients.

You should make the call, Sean.

At least give me a clue as to what it is
we're dealing with here, Tony.

Was it drugs?

More along the lines
of human sacrifice.

ZIVA: She's had 24 hours
to cleanse these files.

- What are we hoping to find?
- Names of employees and addresses.

We might get through this
by the end of the month

if you actually helped us, Tony.

I'm supervising.

Hi, Gibbs.

- Nice one.
GIBBS: Yeah, it is.

- Boss, I was just about to call you.
GIBBS: What a coincidence.

I was just about to put my boot
up your--

TONY:
Got a lead.

Found an electric bill
in one of the boxes.

An industrial space in Anacostia,
three miles from the strip club

- where the Mercedes was stolen.
GIBBS: Ziva, McGee, go check it out.

Tony? Go on, supervise.

TONY:
It doesn't look like anybody's here.

McGEE:
All right, what do we do?

- Well, at least we have a warrant.
- Right.

No. Not really.

What is your problem, probie?

Well, the warrant only covers
Epsilon's files.

- Can you see inside that window?
- You know that I can't.

So for all you know,
there could be files in there, yes?

Technically, yes. But we could be
obfuscating the warrant.

- You know what that means?
- Not at all.

Good. Neither do I. Pick the lock.
"Obfuscating."

What sort of knucklehead
uses a word like "obfuscating"?

Picklehead.

Nice work, Ziva.

- Tony?
- Two to one. You lose, probie.

[ALARM SOUNDS]

- A bad idea.
- What?

TONY:
Wonder what they do in here?

- We should not have broken in here.
- What?

- We shouldn't have broken in here.
- If you wanna be a crybaby,

why don't you wait outside
for the police?

What are we gonna tell them?

Might be easier to show them.

[CAMERA CLICKING]

You know what this place
reminds me of?

One of your stupid voodoo movies?

No.

My Uncle Vincenzo's shop
on Long Island. He's a butcher.

[CAMERA CLICKING]

Yet another reason why
I'm considering becoming a vegetarian.

We may need a couple extra gurneys
on this one, Palmer.

GIBBS:
How many are we looking at, Duck?

DUCKY:
Based upon size,

skin tone, and gender difference,
there are at least

partial remains
of six cadavers in here.

This isn't voodoo.

I agree. Based upon the surgical skill
with which they were dissected,

you've found yourself
another chop shop, Jethro.

Only instead of automobiles
being harvested--

Body parts?

Any of these parts
belong to Captain Wayne, Duck?

Oh, Jethro, please.

ABBY: So how grisly was it?
ZIVA: Not bad.

Shelves lined with body parts
is not bad?

ZIVA:
At least they were surgically removed.

Yeah.

Were the bodies
supposed to be cremated?

I don't know.

McGee's getting the mortuary records
for the last few months.

I do not know why anyone
would wanna be cremated.

Do you really wanna
be stuck in the ground?

- She already has a coffin.
- Oh, no.

ljust wanna know
that the rest of my body parts,

after I donate whatever I can
to science,

are gonna rot for eternity
in a familiar place.

- How about you, Tony?
- The slow rot or the fast burn?

Neither, please,
thank you very much.

What's your alternative?

Ted Williams. Cryogenics.

Appropriate under the circumstances,
Agent DiNozzo.

The only thing Ted Williams
had frozen was his head.

Here's the information
you were looking for.

The principal and sole shareholder
of Epsilon Corporation.

Sean Oliver!

Now I really do hate lawyers.

- Thank you, director.
- Glad I could be of help.

Is something wrong?

Oh, I was just wondering if Gibbs
knows who Ziva's secret contact is.

We had a saying in Europe:
"Whatever Gibbs doesn't know--"

- Can't hurt him.
- No. "Can't hurt us."

DUCKY:
It would appear they were all dissected

by the same individual, Jethro.

It's the direction
that the incisions were made. Look.

Straight cuts
are normally canted to the right

due to the position of the scalpel
in the right hand.

All of these were canted
in the opposite direction.

We're looking for someone

- that's left-handed.
- Precisely.

Any idea which ones
are Captain Wayne's?

We're taking tissue samples
of the individual parts

and prints from the hands.

And we'll try to assemble
Captain Wayne where we can.

I've got less than two days, Duck.

We told his wife
we'd return his ashes by Monday.

DUCKY:
I could bring in another ME to help.

GIBBS:
Yeah, yeah. Do it.

ZIVA:
My contact came through, Gibbs.

The client Sean Oliver was
protecting was--

- Sean Oliver.
- Tony and McGee are picking her up.

- Not bad, Officer David.
- Well, I do what I can.

When you see the director,
thank her for me.

SHEPARD:
There's a reason you couldn't

find her anywhere last night, Jethro.

She was meeting
with the District Attorney's office,

cutting a deal.

- What kind of deal?
- More than she deserves.

Do you think it would
be inappropriate,

if, as director, I went in there
and smacked that smile off her face?

flAUGHS]

Yeah, it would.
But that's what you have me for.

Thank you very much, ma'am.

That was one of Martin Broussard's
elementary school teachers.

What could she possibly tell you
that's relevant to this case?

A lot, Ziva. Slow learner.

Troublemaker.
Not real big on oral hygiene.

That's fascinating, Tony.
And this helps us find him how?

It doesn't. But at least now we know
he was left-handed.

[PHONE RINGS]

Officer David.

ABBY [ON PHONE]:
Got something for you guys.

On our way.

Abby found something.

GIBBS:
His name was Captain Parker Wayne.

He was married.

Had a 9-year-old daughter

who just worshipped
the ground he walked on.

My client admitted
her involvement in the sale

of illegal body parts already,
Agent Gibbs.

His last request was to have
his ashes scattered at sea.

What would you like me
to tell this little girl, Ms. Oliver?

That that can't happen
because you wanna

join a more expensive
country club?

- This was never about money.
- Sean, he's baiting you.

Let him, Simon.

The deceased were to be cremated.

By supplying their bodies
for medical research,

advances were made
to benefit the living.

Any profits you made
were just incidental, right?

Part of my client's plea agreement
is to make financial restitution.

Your client was carving up
dead people

and selling parts like meat.

Where's Martin Broussard?

Not part of our arrangement.

I've got the parts
to six different bodies downstairs.

She is not going anywhere
until I |.D. them.

- Where's Gibbs?
- Interrogation. Why?

I found him.

McGEE: "We." We found him.
ZIVA: Found who, Abby?

Martin Broussard.

We located Martin Broussard.

Then you have no further need
to question my client.

We have him downstairs in autopsy.

SEAN: To identify the bodies?
- Nope.

- Sean, they can do whatever--
- He's one of them.

Martin is dead?

I don't know anything about it.
Simon?

We found his body parts
in your building.

The only thing we can't locate,
it seems, is his head.

I think your deal with the DA
just went south.

I didn't kill him.

If you didn't, you know who did.

As your lawyer, I advise you not
to answer any more questions, Sean.

A man was murdered here, Simon.

Vernon supplied the bodies.

Martin was--
Was just a delivery man.

They must've thought he was too weak
to stand up to an investigation.

They?

DUCKY: I appreciate your volunteering
to help, Dr. Ross.

Anything to get out of Bethesda
for a couple of days, Dr. Mallard.

PALMER:
Where do you want this one, doctor?

Is that what this is all about,
the body parts?

It would appear that way.

It's understandable. That arm alone

- would be worth a fortune.
- Really?

Pharmaceutical
and medical-instrument firms

would pay vast sums for cadavers.

- Where do they get them?
- Willed-body programmes, universities.

But the need far outstrips the supply.

A human body can be worth
as much as $200,000.

Well, how much do you suppose
just a little arm would be?

A lot. It's not unlike car theft.

A vehicle stripped and sold for parts
is worth far more than when it's whole.

And harder to trace.

Table 2.

Wow, this could pay off
my college loans.

Don't give me cause to check
your car trunk tonight, Mr. Palmer.

We haven't yet determined
the cause of death of this poor man.

Would you care to open?

My pleasure, doctor.

I suppose you'll tell me
you didn't do it for money.

Excuse me?

Dissecting these bodies.

What--?

What would ever
make you think that?

DUCKY:
By the way you used this.

SEAN: They know, Ross.
ROSS: What?

I admit the money was good, but--

- My intent was to help people.
- Is that so?

Yes. I don't care
whether you believe me or not.

As long as you do, doctor.

Before you buy this,
he murdered Broussard.

- No. No, I didn't.
- The hell you didn't.

- She presented his body to me--
- He's lying!

I don't give a damn
which one of you did it.

Well, I do.

Tony, get them out of here.

Scum ambulance chaser.

SEAN: Stop lying.
- If you think for one minute I'll take--

SEAN: For once, tell the truth.
ROSS: It was all your idea.

Mr. Palmer, would you leave us alone
in a minute, please?

Jethro, you do realise
that Captain Wayne's remains

- are considered evidence in this case.
- Aha.

Well, you can't possibly
be considering cremating them

in time to give them to his widow.

Right.

I'll go with you to the crematorium.

JOCELYN:
Chrissy was really starting to worry,

but I told her that Marines
always keep their word.

Sweetie, go get changed.
We have to leave for the ship soon.

Okay, Mommy.

And put the dress on that Daddy
brought from France.

He loved you in it.

Are those my husband's ashes?

Yes, ma'am.

I give you my word.

It would be my pleasure to escort you
and your daughter to the ship.

The Navy's sending a car,
but thanks.

Thank you, Agent Gibbs.

And Parker would never forgive me
if I didn't say "semper fl. "

Fair winds and following seas,
ma'am.