NCIS (2003–…): Season 3, Episode 4 - Silver War - full transcript

Welcome to
the Smithsonian Anthropology lab.

I'm Dr. Elaine Burns, and you're
watching the Recovery Channel.

Tonight we'll be opening
a time capsule from the Civil War.

This iron casket represents
one of America's first uses of rubber

in an industrial process,
sealing in the dead

from the ravages of weather
and time.

Now, what makes this one
particularly special

is that all of its seals
were found to be fully intact.

Gentlemen.

What we're hoping to find inside

are some of the best preserved
remains from the Civil War era.

This is unbelievable.

This type of preservation is unheard of
in a 140-year-old body.

Joe, we have a problem.

JOE: Dr. Burns?
- Yes?

I don't think they carried those
in the Civil War.

l freaking hate Mondays.

Frigging Fat Al's
All-You-Can-Eat Burrito Shack.

More like Fat Al's bacteria shack.

[GROANS]

Come on.

I shouldn't have come in to work today.
Gibbs sees me like this--

He'll probably be as horrified as I am,
Agent DiNozzo.

Working undercover as a hobo?

You mind telling me
what you're doing here again?

Waiting.

- For what?
- To start work.

Does everyone always come in
this late?

It's 0700.

- At Mossad we start at 0500.
- Okay.

Let me rephrase
the original question.

What the hell are you doing here,
Ziva?

| see.

Gibbs didn't tell you.

Tell me what?

Mossad's assigned me to NCIS
as a liaison officer.

We're gonna be working together.

- Does Gibbs know about this?
- Do you think I'd be here if he didn't?

[CHUCKLES]

[LAUGHING]

You might want to do something
about your hair.

lt's sticking up like a porcu-swine.
Wrong word. Like a porcu-pig.

The little animal
with the little spikies, yes. The--

- Porcupine.
- Porcupine.

Thank you, Special Agent McGee.

[SPEAKS IN YIDDISH]

Sure.

[MOUTHING SILENTLY]

Anyone have a key for this?

That's Kate's desk.

Okay, but if I'm going to be a part
of your team I would love to--

Whoa. You're part of our team?

Yes.

- Did Gibbs tell you about this?
- Nope.

Here are my orders.

Signed by Director Shepard.

- You think Gibbs knows?
- I hope so.

All my personal possessions
are now being shipped

from Tel Aviv to Washington.

l'd hold off on unpacking
the waffle iron till you talk to him, Ziva.

- When's he come in?
- Now.

Special Agent Gibbs.

Ziva.

What are you doing here?

Looking fonNard to being a member
of your team.

I stand corrected.
It appears he didn't know.

| feel like a donkey's butt.

- A donkey's butt?
- I think she meant horse's ass.

Yes, that too.

Something I can help you with
this morning, Special Agent Gibbs?

Yeah. I've got a personnel issue.
You know anything about that?

I take it Ziva arrived
a few days early?

Right. Before we get into this,
I'm gonna need a refill.

That was sweet,
not necessarily sanitary.

What is she doing here, Jen?

If we're going to fight
a global war on terror

we need to work closely
with our allies.

Well, that sounds good.
Put her on somebody else's team.

I want her with you, Jethro.

Mossad trained her to spy and kill,
not to investigate crime scenes.

Send her to the CIA.

Just to be clear, this is not a request
or a debate, Agent Gibbs.

Anything else you wanna change
about my team while I'm here?

Look, if anything,
you're lucky to have her.

She's one of the finest agents
I worked with in Europe.

- Why didn't you ask me first, Jen?
- And what would you have said?

Exactly.

Number 18, it's better to seek
forgiveness than ask permission.

GIBBS: Oh, that's real nice. Using
the rules I taught you against me.

Nice touch.

JEN: I learned from the best, Jethro.
I want Ziva to as well.

TONY:
You want something to read?

What do you have?

GSM. It's a men's magazine.

Most women find it objectifies them.

| read it on the plane.
I especially like the article on page 57.

In my experience,
it works every time.

| always thought
that was urban legend.

Ow!

ZlVA:
What's the verdict?

Pack your trash.

Not a problem.

Most of it doesn't arrive
till next week.

Nice seeing you again, Tony.

McGee.

I told you to pack your trash, Ziva.

I don't remember giving you
permission to leave yet.

[ELEVATOR STOPS]

- You requested this assignment?
- I did.

VVhy?

I had to get away from Mossad
for a while.

- You believe what Ari said?
- No.

Yes.

Maybe.

Your brother was a Svengali, Ziva.

Like father, like son.

- Does Mossad know you killed Ari?
- No. They believe your report.

Only you and I know the truth.

For that I thank you.

I trust you. You know that.

- But when we leave this elevator--
- You start kicking my butt.

I don't kick butt.

[ELEVATOR STARTS]

[BOTH LAUGHING]

Ms. David will be with us for a while.

That's Kate's desk.

Yours is down at the end.

He's a tough one to read.

You'll find most NClS agents
are like that. It's our training.

-|s that a fact?
-Mm-hm.

We never let other people
know what we're thinking.

Right now you're thinking
of doing page 57 with me.

[CHUCKLES]

Boss, we have a situation
at the Smithsonian Museum.

What?

Well, it's kind of complicated,
but there may have been a murder.

May have been, McGee?

Yeah, well, they have a Union soldier
who was dug up

from a battlefield in Manassas. Now
they think that he may be a Marine.

It was the Civil War, McGee.
Marines fought on both sides.

I know. But this Marine had dog tags.
Didn't exist back then.

- You know that, being a Marine.
- Get to the point, McGee.

They think that this Marine
was killed recently

and somehow buried in a way--
They can't quite explain it,

but in a 140-year-old
cast-iron sarcophagus.

Dressed as a Union soldier?

Basically, yeah.

- Gas the truck, McGee. DiNozzo.
TONY: Yeah, boss.

GlBBS: I've got a murder
in your area of expertise.

This happens a lot, me being
a Senior Field Agent and all.

ZlVA:
I'm sure it does.

- What do we got? Multiple homicides?
GIBBS: No.

TONY: Gang related?
- No.

Defenestration?

The Civil War.

I can hardly wait.
It's my favourite subject.

ZlVA:
What about me?

You're coming along strictly
as an observer.

Hand over all your weapons.

Is that really necessary?

Right.

- Your backup.
- What backup?

- Left leg.
- Oh.

That one.

And the knife
concealed at your waist.

You can keep this.

I just want you to know that I know.

According to his dog tags

this young man
is Warren Sorrow, USMC.

How long has he been in there?

He's remarkably well-preserved.
Could be months or even years.

We'll know more
when we get him home.

You know, in the 1970s,

grave robbers raided
a Southern colonel's cast-iron casket.

They took his weapons, his jewellery,
and for some strange reason,

the poor man's head.

When the local authorities found
the 100-year-old decomposing corpse

they assumed
he was recently decapitated

and opened a murder investigation.

He's still got his head.
We're not local cops.

- I wanna know how he died.
BURNS: I can help with that.

Dr. Mallard.
Well, how nice to see you again.

Yes. It is. How are you?

Dr. Elaine Burns. We met in Hawaii
almost 18 years ago.

The conference on identifying
POW remains in Vietnam?

Yes, of course.
How wonderful to see you again.

I still have that puka-shell necklace
you gave me.

Yes, quite the keepsake,
aren't they?

Do you have information
on how this man died?

Yes. We took the liberty
of imaging the corpse

before we knew for sure we were
dealing with an actual homicide

- and not just some sick hoax.
GIBBS: You disturbed my crime scene?

As a forensic anthropologist,
I can assure you

my examination
was strictly non-invasive.

There. Now, I've seen several images
like this in the past,

but you can't be certain
until you get it out.

- Get what out?
- In my opinion,

it's a musket ball.

TONY:
Come on!

[CAMERA CLICKING]

I don't think this is what Gibbs
had in mind

when he instructed me to observe.

Do you have any idea
how many people get killed

in America by bears every year,
Ziva?

[CAMERA CLICKING]

No, but I can't imagine a lot.

You'd be surprised.

McGee?

I think it's about one.

[CAMERA CLICKING]

ZlVA: Isn't there something
constructive you could be doing?

- Like what?
- Investigating.

GIBBS:
DiNozzo and McGee. Report in.

Casket was uncovered
by a housing project

going up near the Bull Run Battlefield
in Manassas, boss.

Got the name and address
of the company.

Scheduled an interview
and soil test for tomorrow.

The only thing removed
from the casket was a cell phone,

damaged and non-operational. I've also
got the prints of the lab workers

to run against any we find
in or around the body and tomb.

Dr. Burns was wearing surgical gloves
when she picked this up.

Good work. Ms. David?

I'm wondering why there's
a nine-millimetre hole in my hat.

- Ventilation.
- Oh.

I'll escort the casket back with Ducky.
We'll meet in the squad room.

Agent Gibbs?

I would also like to know
if I could drive the truck back to base.

It might make me feel as if I actually
accomplished something today.

TONY: Hey, not so fast.
- I always drive fast.

It's the best way to avoid
possible IEDs and ambushes.

You're in America now.
I wouldn't worry about it.

[TIRES SCREECH]

How about this?
Slow down or I'll puke on you.

Tony, why don't you like
the American Civil War?

- I don't want to talk about it.
McGEE: It's because of his father.

Was she talking to you, probie?

Oh, you didn't get along
with your father. Explains a lot.

- My father and I got along fine.
- If you say so.

I think it's best to talk about things
instead of burying them inside.

What about you? Your father?
Deputy Director David, what's he like?

Whoa.

Slow down.
We're taking the next left.

[TIRES SCREECH]

[CAR HORN HONKING]

Ziva, car! Car! Car!

Ziva!

ZlVA:
Sorry.

First time behind the wheel
after a six-month mission in the UK.

[THROWING UP]

I said I was sorry.

McGEE:
We ran his prints through AFIS.

It is confirmed our Union soldier
is Staff Sergeant Warren Sorrow,

an MSG instructor in Quantico.

- MSG stands for--
- Marine Security Guard.

I've been to over two dozen embassies
around the world, Tony.

- What do we have on the sergeant?
- Reported UA about a year ago.

I'm currently building
a profile on his life

around the time
of his disappearance.

Not anymore. I want you with Abby.

Find out what was on the cell phone
we found in the casket.

You're on the paper trail.
I wanna know everything about him.

And you. You keep--

You keep observing.

What exactly, Gibbs?

I don't care. Just do it quietly.

Now I know why he took
all my weapons away.

Have you ever spent an evening
with a young lady

and failed to remember it,
Mr. Palmer?

Oh, what was I thinking?
Of course not.

But I wouldn't mind.

Well, it's not something
to be admired, Mr. Palmer.

That doctor today
at the Smithsonian

intimated that we shared
a special something in Hawaii

- during a conference once.
- Yeah, what doctor was that, doctor?

The young and attractive one.

Still not following you.

She was the only doctor there
beside myself.

- Oh, you mean Dr. Burns?
- Yeah.

Oh, I'm sorry. I thought that you said
she was young.

Young to me, Mr. Palmer.

Young to me.

Will you rotate the head 20 degrees
to the left?

She invited me out for cocktails
tomorrow evening.

- I was forced to decline.
- Why? She seemed nice.

DUCKY:
Oh, she's more than nice.

But how do you tell a woman
that you have absolutely

no mental recollection of her
whatsoever?

I suppose one could always lie.

Have you been spending time
with Agent DiNozzo again?

- To Abby, please.
- Right away, doctor.

I don't suppose
you've ever been to Hawaii.

ABBY:
That should do it.

That's what you said
the last eight times.

See, that shows how much attention
you pay to me.

- It was nine, Timmy.
- Right.

So did we do it? Did we do it?
Did we do it?

Did we fix the cell phone's
circuit board?

McGEE: Hold on.
- Come on.

You're killing me, McGee.

Yes. Yes, I think that we fixed it.

I think the circuits are--

How many Caf-Powls
you had today, Abby?

You know, the usual.

Trust me, you've had more
than the usual.

Because I'm getting jumpy
just looking at you.

Some people drown their sorrows
in drugs and alcohol. I prefer caffeine.

Now hook up the cell phone board
and get cracking

before Gibbs
decides to crack you one.

- You mean crack us.
- Gibbs would never hit a lady.

Exactly. So I suggest we get started.

- Ziva?
- Yes?

First of all, don't ever do that again.

And second, what are you doing?

I'm observing you, Tony.

Any way you can do that
in a floss croopy manner?

[WOMAN LAUGHING]

Who's the woman with Gibbs?

TONY: Once you're here long enough,
you'll figure it out.

ZlVA: Is that his girlfriend?
- I have no idea.

- You just told me that--
- Well--

You'll figure out there's some things
around here you don't ask about.

WOMAN:
All right, then.

Bye.

- Where's Gibbs, Tony?
TONY: Your 2 o'clock.

What's wrong, Duck?

I know how our staff sergeant died.

From your look I'm guessing
it wasn't a musket ball.

At first one could assume
that a projectile of such size and mass

would produce almost instant death,

but pre-Civil War muskets
were notoriously unreliable

and lost most of their velocity
over the first hundred metres.

Our sergeant was grievously wounded
by a musket ball,

but his injury was not fatal.

Then how did he die, Dr. Mallard?

His lung tissue was coated
with an extremely fine film

of rust particles.

And one can only imagine
how long he clawed

at the iron sides of his casket,

trying to escape
before he suffocated.

ZlVA: A Marine dressed as a Civil War
soldier is shot by a musket

and then buried alive
in a 140-year-old antique iron casket.

And you're telling me
this isn't your strangest case?

- Yep.
- Pretty much.

I don't know what
I find more disturbing.

Your eating habits
or the fact that I believe you.

I'm sorry, do our strange
American foods frighten you?

[ALL LAUGH]

Not at all.
I was referring to your manners.

You should have bought me one.

ZlVA:
Mm.

McGEE: Aha.
TONY: "Aha."

I'm gonna go help Abby.

JEN:
She seems to be fitting in well.

She almost killed
my entire team yesterday.

- How?
- Driving home from a crime scene.

I should've warned you. I think
she was an East European cabdriver

- in a past life.
- Yeah, well, she wasn't a cop.

She obviously has no investigative
or law-enforcement experience, Jen.

Neither did I when I first started.

Yeah, well, you were always
a fast learner.

ZlVA: You sure you don't want it back,
Tony?

Most men usually don't have a problem
with my germs.

I've got a lead on
how our staff sergeant ended up

in a Union soldier's uniform.

He was a member of a local C.W.--

C.W.R out of Fairfax.

C.W.R?

Yeah. Civil War Re-enactors.
Guys who get together,

dress up in period costumes,
re-enacting famous battles.

VVhy?

I've been asking my father that
since I was 10 years old.

They're preparing for one of those
battles this week in Manassas.

Quite the coincidence.

And in the immortal words
of Leroy Jethro Gibbs,

- I don't believe in coincidences.
GIBBS: Is that a fact?

I was just telling Ziva
about this lead that I--

GIBBS:
Yeah, I heard.

Come on. Abby's found something.
Let's roll.

That's an American custom.
A form of affection.

It seems like Sha/owsh Stooges
to me.

Like what?

Whoo-whoo-whoo-whoo-whoo.

Larry, Moe, Curly, yes?

- Abs?
ABBY: I look like a freak.

- Well?
- Whoa.

See, I don't think
she really looks that bad.

Is she making a reference
to that strange tattoo on her neck?

GIBBS:
VVhy?

One of the director's new admin
weenies brought me this last night.

It's the NCIS dress code.
He said I was in violation.

GIBBS:
He did, didn't he?

It's bad enough
that I have to wear a monkey suit

for court appearances,
but every day?

I think you look nice, Abby.

Nice? You think I look nice?
I look like-- Like--

Career Girl Barbie.

Oh, my God.

I do.

- I can't work like this, Gibbs.
GIBBS: I'll take care of it, Abs.

ABBY: I'm allergic to polyester.
It makes me itch.

It's a medical condition.
I could get a note from the doctor.

Abby, I said I'll take care of it.

[STUFF ANIMAL
MAKES FARTING NOISE]

- Don't ask.
- Can we get back to work now?

Do I have to wear the shoes?

ABBY: The circuit board
on the cell phone was damaged.

But we managed to get it
working again.

The battery shut down
on October 3rd, 2004.

McGEE:
The last 22 calls were made to 911.

ABBY:
None of them went through.

He was calling
from inside the casket.

Yep. Cast iron
and buried underground.

ABBY: I don't think anyone's
calling plan extends that far.

GIBBS:
What are the last entries here?

McGEE: Well, he was running low
on oxygen, Boss.

I assume he was trying to dial
another number and hit random keys.

Find out.

What did you pull from the tomb,
Abs?

There were traces of Staff Sergeant
Sorrow's blood inside the cover.

Most likely from when he tried
to claw his way out.

Since his fingers were shredded,
that must've been hard to figure out.

Agent David.

It's pronounced David.

Or you can just call me Ziva.

I also found two very distinct types
of dirt on the outside.

One is red clay,
which is very common in Virginia.

And the other had a high concentration
of fertilizer.

Time you meet with the company
that found this?

- 0900.
GIBBS: Take Ziva with you.

See if anything's left
of that crime scene.

TONY:
I'm on it.

ABBY:
Come on, McGee.

Ah!

McGEE:
Abby, what if these aren't numbers?

Abby?

- See something you like, McGee?
- No.

I mean, yes?

Better.
What were you gonna tell me?

What if he wasn't trying
to dial a number

but he was trying
to send a text message?

McGee, sometimes I think
I love you.

ZlVA:
Tell me you have a shower here.

We do. But only for biological
or chemical emergencies.

- Wonderful.
- You said you were sick of observing.

You made me crawl
through a dump truck full of dirt.

TONY: There could've been
valuable evidence.

There wasn't.

Yes, and thanks to you,
we now know that.

- How'd it go?
- Nothing, boss.

Building site was clean.

- Figuratively speaking.
- Very.

TONY: We taped off the area,
but we're not gonna find anything.

Gibbs.

- We did it.
GIBBS: Did What, Abs?

Those random numbers
weren't random after all, boss.

Staff Sergeant Sorrow was leaving us
a text message from the grave.

When you put it through the cell
phone's text converter, you get this.

"Only got half.
Oxbow not on his side.

Kearns, don't let him
get safety-deposit box."

- That's it?
ZlVA: He was buried alive, Tony.

What did you expect, a soliloquy?

ABBY: We ran his social through
the banking system.

Staff Sergeant Sorrow
has a safety-deposit box

paid for five years at
the North Virginia Savings and Trust.

- Get me a warrant.
- I already called it in.

- DiNozzo, Oxbow and Kearns?
TONY: On it.

Get me into that safety-deposit box.
You take Ziva with you.

Is there somewhere I can clean up?

Yeah. Sure.
Tonight when you go home.

McGEE: You know what?
Let me help you with that.

I'm not a child.

Just trying to help.

You may get what I missed.

Thank you.

- ls Tony always so--?
- Yeah.

- And Gibbs?
- Oh, yeah.

And Abby?

Abby's usually nice.

Then it's me.
I guess I have that effect on people.

It's-- It's not you, Ziva.

The past month
has been hard on everyone.

But I'm glad you're here.

Yes?

McGEE: Yeah. Means I'm not
the newbie anymore.

McGEE:
What's wrong?

ZlVA:
Nothing.

Still getting used to America,
Isuppose.

I understand Staff Sergeant Sorrows
has been missing.

- Who told you that?
- His brother.

He's enquired several times
about the safety-deposit box.

- Why?
- He felt if something had happened,

- he would've wanted him to have it.
- Like death?

Obviously. But without
a death certificate and a court order,

our policy is to maintain the contents
until the lease runs out.

- ls Staff Sergeant Sorrows missing?
- Not anymore.

Anything else
or can we open the box now?

I'll be outside if you need me.

ZlVA:
Ooh.

- We need to talk to his brother.
- Definitely.

ZlVA:
A mummified hand. An ancient map.

This has to be
your strangest case now, McGee.

Thanks. Maybe. That was Tony.

Staff Sergeant Sorrow does not
have a brother.

So we need to pull the bank
security-camera footage,

see if they have a shot of this guy
who claims to be his brother.

ZlVA:
You know what this reminds me of?

- Mossad case?
- No.

- A Harry Potter novel.
- You read those too?

Me neither.

Excuse me. Excuse me.

Do you know where I can find
a Kelleher Avenue?

Yeah.
North of here about four blocks.

- Four blocks? Yeah.
- Yeah.

Hey, I'm gonna need
that map too.

- Excuse me?
- The map.

Why don't you take a look
at that van behind me?

All right, now give me your weapon.
Come on, give it to me.

Now back up. Back up.

- Now what?
- Now you get wet.

[TIRES SCREECH]

Damn it.

- Gibbs is gonna kill me.
- Look on the bright side, McGee.

At least I'm clean again.

No, no, no. Tighter.
Hold it tighter, Mr. Palmer.

I'm gonna put some English on it.

Oops.

- Oh, dear.
- A little too much English, doctor.

There is no such thing.

Do you know what we have here,
Mr. Palmer?

- A very old ring?
- Yes.

And a reason to call
Dr. Burns back.

Boss, I'm sorry. I screwed up
and it won't happen again.

It wasn't your fault. They used us.

Used us to get into
that safety-deposit box for them.

McGEE: He knew exactly what he
wanted. All he asked for was the map.

Map? What map?
Map of what, McGee?

- I didn't really get a good look at it.
- Maybe it was a treasure map, probie.

You know, like gold,
diamonds, silver.

It wasn't from one
of your dumb-ass movies, DiNozzo.

TONY: Sorry.
- We need to find this guy.

Claimed he was
Staff Sergeant Sorrow's brother.

I might have a name for him.

Been researching the words
from Sorrow's farewell message.

- Oxbow and Kearns.
- Oxbow is the name on the map.

TONY:
The other name might be his.

Judd Kearns,
a member of the same Civil War club

- our dead staff sergeant belonged to.
- Get an address?

TONY:
Yeah, but he's not there.

The club is on their way
to Manassas Battlefield Park

for a re-enactment.
Should be there this afternoon.

McGee, what else do you remember
about the map?

ZlVA:
I think I can help with that.

At Mossad, officers who fail
to observe don't generally last long.

And at NCIS, they apparently get
drop-kicked into water fountains.

That would have never happened
if I had my weapons.

Find out what this is a map of.

I'm gonna get right on it.

Abby, Ziva was amazing. I mean,
she's got a photographic memory.

What?

ABBY: Why don't you two
just get a room, McGee?

What, you think she likes me?

McGee, never forget.

I am one of the few people
in the world who can murder you

and leave no forensic evidence.

Well, perhaps
we should come back then.

Ducky. Just venting.
Who's your friend?

DUCKY:
I'd like you to meet Dr. Elaine Burns,

a forensic anthropologist
from the Smithsonian.

Ducky was saying
you might be in need of my expertise.

BURNS:
It's French, 19th century.

Usually worn by Southern gentlemen
to telegraph wealth and status.

It's in fantastic condition.
Where did you find it?

On a mummified hand
in a safety-deposit box, I'm afraid.

Sounds like scavengers.
Grave robbers.

We've had more sites ruined
by them than I care to remember.

GIBBS: How about the map
we found with it, Abs?

Certainly typical
of the Civil War period.

ICF stands
for Irregular Confederate Forces.

Oxbow may be referring
to a prominent Virginia family.

ABBY:
Where did they live?

Manassas.
Their mansion was destroyed

in the Second Battle of Bull Run
by the Union.

ABBY: Remember how we found
Boone's dumping ground, Gibbs?

I could run the vectors between
these features and satellite imagery.

GIBBS: Do it.
- Well, if it is Manassas,

I've had several digs there. I'd be
more than willing to serve as a guide.

That is, if Dr. Mallard
would be willing to accompany me.

Boss, his club checked in
with the park rangers.

Judd Kearns is there now.
Are we rolling?

No, not yet.

Gear up.

[GUNSHOT]

Fire!

McGEE:
Bring back memories for you, Tony?

ZlVA:
It looks like fun.

You know what
little Anthony DiNozzo's job was

during these re-enactments, Ziva?

- Little drummer boy?
- No.

I would carry around a bucket
so these guys could take a dump in it.

They called me their "little poo boy."

[ZIVA & MCGEE LAUGH]

Kearns is out here somewhere
dressed as a Union sergeant.

You two with me.

See if you can match up
any of the landmarks on the map.

Any suggestions, doctors?

Let me look.

By the orientation of the map,
I suggest we start

near some of my old dig sites
to the north.

Unless... May I?

During times of war,
mapmakers often add terrain

or change the declination of north
and south in order to confuse--

Confuse the enemy
before it fell into the wrong hands.

Yeah, very good, Ziva.

Yes, what troubles me about this map
is this Confederate flag in the corner.

It's unfurled in the opposite direction
of most flags.

Precisely.

I think we should start
looking to the south.

[GUNFIRE]

Boss, your 3 o'clock. Red stripes.

McGEE:
That's the guy from the bank video.

TONY:
Oh, he's going.

- Fast.
GIBBS: You think?

Son of a--

DUCKY: Ziva, I really think
we should wait for Gibbs.

ZlVA: He is the one that told us
to look for landmarks, Dr. Mallard.

DUCKY:
Landmarks, yes.

Following them deep
into the woods, probably not.

- And please, call me Ducky.
ZlVA: Okay, Ducky.

I believe this is the trail
indicated on the map.

I doubt it. Wait. The topography's
completely different today.

We might have better luck
near the site

where the Oxbow mansion
used to stand.

We can try that next.

TONY:
That's not bad, boss.

I thought you were still behind me
until you tackled him.

Not likely, DiNozzo.

What's his excuse?

ZlVA:
It wasn't an X on the map.

It's a cross. This is a graveyard.

[DRILL BUZZING]

Ducky, wait here and call Gibbs.

Tell him to hurry.

[DUCKY DIALING PHONE]

[DRILL BUZZING]

MAN 1:
We need to hurry this up.

Yeah, that's it.

MAN 1: They buried these things
so the South could rise again,

and now they are all mine.

MAN 2:
There's gotta be 50 of them here.

- At 30 grand a pop, that's--
ZlVA: One point five million.

Your rifle is ten feet away.

I wouldn't recommend trying it.

KEARNS:
I didn't do anything wrong.

No? What about resisting arrest,
Kearns?

And what's that other charge,
McGee?

Murdering Staff Sergeant
Warren Sorrow.

Sorrow's dead? No way.

You guys can't pin that on me.
I wouldn't.

They told me
he got scared and took off.

He was buried alive
in a coffin, dirtbag.

I didn't sign up for this.

All she said
I had to do was distract you.

DiNozzo, come on.

ZlVA:
Ducky.

Ducky, where is Gibbs?

BURNS:
Ducky can't answer right now.

Drop the gun.

Now. Or he dies.

I knew there was a reason
I blocked you out of my mind.

Last time I ask. Drop it.

DUCKY: Shoot her, Ziva.
She'll only kill both of us.

And those weapons?

That is why you killed
that poor staff sergeant?

He found Oxbow's casket
and the map.

He actually wanted to turn them over
to a museum.

The only mistake we made
was killing him before we got the map.

BURNS: You two are going to be
the unfortunate victims of scavengers.

[GUNSHOT]

TONY:
Remind me not to piss her off.

Oh, DiNozzo, you have no idea.

She's gone, Gibbs.

I don't think Kate would mind.

I found this, but I have a feeling

she would've wanted you
to have it.

See you in the morning.

[SIGHS]