NCIS (2003–…): Season 4, Episode 12 - Suspicion - full transcript

[GASPING]

Crap.

[BELL BUZZING]

You gotta be kidding me.

Hello?

I'm from next door.
I locked myself out.

Uh, Ijust need you
to call the front desk.

Hello?

Holy mother of God.

- Ziva, I am not secretive.
- Did you hear that, Tony?

McGee just said he's not secretive.

- Mm. Let's see. Wrote a novel.
- Didn't tell us.

- Got published.
- Didn't tell us.

Made substantial amounts of money.

- Hmm. Didn't tell us.
- Anything else?

- Bought a Porsche.
- Didn't tell us.

See how people might think
there was a pattern

- of secretive behaviour emerging here?
- Look, I might have been hiding stuff.

- But it was not secretive. It was just--
- Deceptive?

- Sneaky?
- Self-preservation.

If I told you guys,
you would have laughed at me.

- True.
- True.

Besides, everyone has secrets.

- I bet you two have some doozies.
- No.

Ha!

"Ha"? What "ha"? I said no.

- You said no too quickly.
- He did, didn't he?

ZIVA: What dark,
dirty little secrets do you have

that are making you
so uncomfortable?

Does she have a name?

MAN [OVER MONITOR]:
Lieutenant Rana Shaheen.

Her death is a real loss
to the Marines.

GIBBS:
Marines Corps Intelligence?

Three years.
I 've personally known her for two.

She's an interpreter.

Born in Kuwait,
emigrated when she was a kid.

Working on anything sensitive?

RAIN ES:
Just routine.

Nothing classified
since we got back from Iraq.

- Ironic, isn't it?
- You last saw her Friday?

She said she was going to the country
for the weekend. Didn't say where.

/ got the impression
she was going to meet someone.

McGEE:
Edenvale.

- Where the hell is Edenvale?
- Keep scrolling, probie.

McGEE: l'm scrolling.
I'm telling you, I can't find it.

TONY:
Not on the map.

Boondocks.

TONY: Boondocks, boss.
- Pack a toothbrush.

What are boondocks?

[HUMMING "DUELING BANJOS"]

Don't get a lot of murders out here
in Edenvale, Agent Gibbs. Heh.

Got the whole town talking. Heh.

Well, if you all wanna come inside, I've
set up the conference room for you.

Crime scene first, sheriff.

Uh, that'd be the Edenvale Motel.
U.S. 29. Ten-minute drive.

Not much to see out there, though.

Except the crime scene.

Well, yeah. Room 8.

Shot twice in the chest.

Bled out under the door.

Sheriff, the sooner
we get to work on the body,

the sooner we'll be out of your way.

You wanna work on the body?

Preliminary examination.

I'll do the autopsy back at DC.

Agent Gibbs, uh,

I think we have what you might call
a breakdown in communications.

She was found three days ago.

Booked in under a false name.

Paid cash. No pocketbook,
no driver's licence, no vehicle.

Took the best part of two days

to get her prints to Washington
and processed.

As soon as we found out
she was a Marine, we called you.

By that time,
Harry had done the autopsy.

Harry Lawson. Coroner.

He's a good man.

Well, I'll bet he is.

Well, he's also the funeral director
and owns the furniture store.

Old country tradition.

What about the crime scene,
sheriff?

- Turned back to the motel.
- Cleaned up.

BARRETT:
And I'm guessing already occupied.

- Evidence?
- Oh, yeah. Got plenty of that.

You'll wanna talk to Ruby.

RUBY:
If it was loose, I bagged it.

Hairs, fibres, shell casing,
gum wrappers, used tissues, uh,

even an old French fry
the cleaning lady must have missed.

It was right up under the headboard,
anybody would have missed it.

McGEE: Hmm.
RUBY: Um,

everything's been tagged,
numbered, indexed and photographed.

I did the indexing by hand
on account of the printer not working.

Blood samples?

I took multiples, sent some to the lab,
kept the rest as backup.

Oh. Oh.

Sorry. My fault.

RUBY:
It does that all the time.

Well, that's everything.

Um, except one teeny,
tiny little thing.

She was shot twice,
but I could only find one shell casing.

- Maybe he picked it up.
- Yeah, maybe.

GIBBS: You said you have
an office we could use?

[BARRETT SIGHS]

BARRETT:
Here you go.

Home sweet home. Hmm.

l'll stir up some coffee for you.

Oh, uh, we do have a suspect.

When were you gonna tell me that?

Well, I'm telling you now.

- Tyler?
TYLER: Yeah?

Bring me that suspect's file,
would you?

The victim made one phone call
from the motel.

Local guy by the name
of Masoud Tariq.

Only been in town a few months.

- He's an Iraqi.
- Same as the victim.

She's from Kuwait, actually.

- And where are you from?
- The city.

Well, unfortunately, this guy
Masoud Tariq, he's disappeared.

So I got a search warrant.

We found her lipstick
in his living room.

Ruby got a fingerprint match.

Now, we've got a BOLO out for him,
but he's got a couple days' start.

When he comes back,
we'll catch him.

If you need anything else,
you just holler.

You see their nameplates?
Both Barretts.

- Brothers?
- Cousins?

Boondocks.

I'll take the body
back to DO, Jethro.

But I'm afraid we're gonna have to rely
on this autopsy report.

- Can't do another one?
- Well, if I think it's necessary.

But there'll be so much missing
that you can't get back.

Blood patterns, position of the body,

and of course you'll be missing
all the usual pieces

that have gone off for testing.

She comes down from DC.
for the weekend,

books into a motel
under a false name,

pays cash and calls a man.

- Jealous spouse?
ZIVA: She's not married.

Neither was he.
Moved here six months ago.

Which is about the time Lieutenant
Shaheen got back from Iraq.

Nice timing.

DiNozzo, ride back with Ducky.

Talk to Lieutenant Shaheen's
commanding officer.

Find out what she was working on.

Okay, back to the big city,
suits me, boss.

I got the boondock blues already.

GIBBS: McGee.
- Boss.

Crime scene.

- Take that forensic woman with you.
- Ruby.

Ruby. Yeah.

Ruby.

Check her methodology.
See what she missed.

Maybe she didn't miss anything.

Right.

GIBBS:
What do you need, Duck?

Just the body.

That leaves you and me
with Masoud Tariq.

ZIVA:
Sleepy.

GIBBS:
Not quite.

That's Daryl Hardy.

The sort of nosy neighbour
gives small towns a bad name.

Thinks Tariq is a terrorist.

Like a terrorist would ever come
live in a town like ours.

ZIVA:
He file complaints?

BARRETT:
Nothing ever amounted to anything.

Just spread bad feelings
among people, is all.

Tariq kept out of trouble.
Paid his bills, obeyed the law.

At least up until now.

ZIVA:
We're being watched.

That kind of town.

Lacking a woman's touch?

Wouldn't know.

[BARRETT
SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY]

Wanna take mine?

You know, I didn't mean anything
by what I said earlier.

Yes, you did.

You find something?

The sooner you leave me alone,
the sooner I'll know.

Well, I guess the photo
can wait, huh?

Gibbs?

I think someone's been making
modifications.

- Diesel fuel?
- And a positive indicator of nitrates.

Probably ammonium nitrate.

Mix with diesel oil and all you
have to do is add a detonator

and a cell phone
if you want to set it off remotely.

I think we just found ourselves
a bomb factory.

[CHATTERING]

ZIVA: I thought the local constabulary
searched the house.

Not for a bomb factory.

Hard to miss.

Maybe the neighbours
were more observant.

HARDY:
You from Washington?

Special Agent Gibbs. NCIS.

NCIS. That like the FBI?

Navy and Marines' version.

HARDY:
About time.

You found something.

- Maybe.
- Mm-hm.

I knew it.

Sheriff didn't wanna know.

No one did.

It's one of them sleeper cells they warn
us about on the news, ain't it?

What makes you think that?

I don't think it. I know it.

Wait there.

Waste of time giving it
to that son of a B.

Here.

Good luck.

Nice neighbour?

He thinks he uncovered
a sleeper cell.

Does he have proof?

Maybe.

Send it to Abby.

TONY: So, what's your, uh,
biggest secret? Shock me.

When I was 11 years old,
I had a paper route. And I got sick of it.

So I hid all the papers
and then I only delivered wet ones

to people that complained.

- That was you?
- Heh.

No, I mean, like a certain probie

who secretly wrote
a not-so-secret bestseller.

Oh, you mean like a MOAS.

- Like a mother-of-all-secrets.
- Yeah.

Everybody has one.
I'm not gonna tell you mine.

- What's yours?
- Ha! Nice try.

I'm sitting on my MOAS.

I thought there
was only one shooter.

So did the boondock probie.

ABBY: They look markedly different.
TONY: Maybe she was wrong.

Well, find out soon enough.

How do you live
with the mother-of—all-secrets?

You don't.
I mean, it consumes you.

It eats you like a cancer
from the inside.

First there's the guilt,

and then there's the excruciating urge
to blab your secret,

although you know
that it's gonna spell your doom.

- Have you gotten to that stage yet?
- Heh. Heh.

No. This is a hypothetical situation
we're talking about.

Still in the guilt stage, huh?

And then, you know,
eventually you can't take it anymore.

It drives you insane. So you blab
your secret to your best friend

or your mother or your lover
and it sets you free.

- It does?
- Yeah.

Of course, you lose all your friends
and your family.

Maybe even yourjob, depending on
what the secret is, but yeah.

Great.

[COMPUTER BEEPING]

Masoud Tariq has another name.
Wasim Al Fulani.

Oh, this is bad.

He was in the Republican Guard.

Yeah, it's a long way
from Baghdad to Edenvale.

[EXHALES SHARPLY]

I hate giving Gibbs bad news.

Yeah, got it.

TONY [ON PHONE]: He dropped off
the planet like two years ago.

Ziva just sent over photos
of two men with Tariq.

Both Middle Eastern. Same deal.

Masoud Tariq is an alias.

His real name is Wasim Al Fulani.

Former captain, Republican Guard.

Disappeared off the radar
two years ago.

Hmm. We know where he's been
the past six months.

Just need to figure out
where he is now.

Yeah. And whether he packed a bag.

Okay, thanks for the bad news.

Yeah, bye.

They found explosive residue
in Tariq's garage.

- That's not good.
- Yeah.

I dusted for prints in that garage.

Well, sometimes we miss things.

Like that second shell casing we still
can't find, and probably never will?

This was my first.

- First...?
- Murder.

I'd only ever done break-ins
and stolen cars.

We get a lot of stolen cars
in Edenvale.

I bet.

l was so excited.

My first murder.
I mean, it's sad and everything, but--

Ah, it's okay to be excited.
Helps us do ourjob.

Well, it sure didn't help me, did it?

Look, you might have missed
something, okay?

But next time you might see something
that someone else doesn't.

And they might see something
that you don't.

You can't do it all.
Can't be right every time, Ruby.

I'd settle forjust once.

[LAUGHING]

I never thought I'd see a grown man
so happy to break a hundred.

This coming from the girl
who rolled an 86.

Eighty-nine.

Whatever.

- Competitive. I like it.
- Oh.

- I have a question to ask you.
- Yeah?

What are the chances of my sneaking
you away for a little dinner?

Two of the interns
called in sick, so...

Ooh. That's not good.

Well, you look cold
and we can't have you getting sick.

- Mm-hm.
- It's a little chilly.

And it's a good thing
that I am prepared.

[LAUGHS]

[SPEAKS IN ITALIAN]

What are you doing?

Um...

- It's easier than it looks.
- Yeah, okay.

- This is not a sundial.
- Ha, ha.

[TONY HUMMING
AND JEANNE LAUGHING]

TONY:
There we go.

What is all this?

[IN ITALIAN ACCENT]
This, Miss Benoit,

is penne a la DiNardo.

I don't know what to say.

[IN NORMAL VOICE]
Well, you could say:

"Grazie, you're a god among men,
a prince among thieves..."

This is like a scene
from an old movie.

Wait a second.
Is this a scene from an old movie?

Uh... Well, that really depends.

On?

Have you ever seen Strangers
in the Night with Cary Grant?

- I don't think so.
- Then no.

This is a completely original idea
that I came up with all by myself.

[LAUGHING]

That's not even close, Abigail.

- Shalom.
GIBBS: Good morning.

- You brew that in your room?
- Yeah.

You know, it's not even real coffee.

- It's coffee.
- | read the label.

Roasted chicory, whatever that is.

It's a flower.
It's got a taproot like a dandelion.

Dried and roasted, it makes
a cheap coffee substitute.

That's what you're drinking.

Cheap motel coffee substitute.

That smell like
a cheap coffee substitute?

- Well, you brew it in your room.
- Well, yes, I did.

With my own grind
that I brought from home.

You bring your own coffee grind
oninvesfigafions?

Only on overnighters.

- Did you hear from Tony last night?
- No.

How about this morning?

The only reason I'm asking is because
I called him last night to update him

and he didn't pick up the phone.

He didn't answer this morning either.

Ah. You two got married
and didn't tell me.

No.

I know this may sound a bit strange
coming from me, but--

More than a bit, Ziva.

- He's my partner, and I'm concerned.
- Yeah, okay. So?

You sent him back
for other reasons than to question

Lieutenant Shaheen's
commanding officer.

Did I miss the announcement?

No, I was not made
director of NCIS.

I was thinking more
like Secretary of the Navy,

because the director of NCIS
would know damn well

not to ask me
such a stupid question.

Look, Tony's been very
secretive lately.

And for a man who can't keep
what he had for breakfast a secret,

I think it's scary.

What's scary is your persistence.

Sorry.

So the only reason you sent him back
was what you said--

Ow!

DUCKY:
Mm.

- Can I talk bullets?
- No, you can't.

But you can listen to me talk bullets.

Now, the first bullet, bullet A--

Yes, that's it.

It penetrated the body here,
just below the rib cage.

All soft tissue, no bone.

But once it punched through the skin,
it stopped.

No kinetic energy.

Unlike bullet B--

Yeah, that's the little devil.
--which according to this,

punched right through the sternum,

gouged its way
through the heart muscle,

took a chip out
of the eighth thoracic vertebra,

and finally sputtered to a stop

in Lieutenant Shaheen's
right Iatissimus dorsi.

In other words, it did exactly
what it was designed to do,

in all its brutal efficiency.

Which begs the question, Abby.

How were they fired
from the same weapon?

Yeah.
One high velocity, one low velocity.

I was thinking, could it be a ricochet?

No. There were no layer deposits
on the slug, so it didn't hit anything.

- Ah.
- And their weight

and lead composition's the same.

- But it's almost as if...
- It was fired from another weapon.

And if it was a revolver, that would
explain finding only one casing.

Two weapons means two shooters,
Duck.

I don't think Gibbs is gonna appreciate
me doubling his workload.

BARRETT:
Good morning.

So are you gonna call them, or will I?

The FBI.

I'm beginning to think Daryl Hardy
was right after all.

- Still NCIS jurisdiction.
- Mm-hm.

Until he sets off a bomb
in the local mall.

That'd be a good time for it to be
someone else's jurisdiction,

wouldn't you say?

That's him. That's Tariq.

Stop right there.

Cease fire.

Hey.

Cease fire. Put it down.

[TARIQ GRUNTING]

[CHATTERING]

WOMAN 1 [OVER PA]:
Dr. Avery, pick up 6922.

WOMAN 2: It's lucky he wasn't killed.
WOMAN 1: Dr. Avery, 6922.

McGEE:
Hey. It's a circus out there.

Every deputy in the county is in
the ER, the building, or the parking lot.

Everyone loves a shooting.

Except the shootee.

- Is that a word?
- Sounds like a word.

- Do you want a spell?
- S-H-O-O-T-E-E.

No, no, no.
Uh, spell as in rest.

ZIVA:
Oh, no, thank you.

Hey.

They're gonna hold him
for a couple hours,

then we're moving him back to DC.

Check his clothes and the pickup
for explosive residue.

I can get Ruby to help.

Or not.

- Did you shoot me?
- No.

- Did she?
- No.

- Sheriff Barrett?
- Possibly.

- His brother?
- Probably.

Why'd you run?

In Baghdad, when you see men
with guns, you go the other way.

It's what you do.

You all seemed very eager
to shoot me.

You were armed.

You couldn't see it.

And it was unloaded.

Where have you been
for the past four days?

Deer hunting. Mm.

Rana Shaheen was shot dead
over the weekend.

Right after she came to see you
in your house.

Of course.

That means I must be a murderer.

At least in this town.

I'm curious,
what else are they accusing me of?

We found traces of explosives
in your garage.

So now I'm the monster
that scares them at night.

Al Qaeda come to kill them.

Do you believe this?

[PHONE RINGS]

- Lab.
- Give me some good news, Abby.

I'm not pregnant.

Too much information.

Just kidding. Not that there's
anything wrong with being pregnant.

It doesn’t mean that I'm trying,
you know.

Even if I were trying, it doesn't mean
I know anybody I would try with.

- Am I being trying, Gibbs?
- Affirmative.

My guess is you wanna know
about the guys in the photos.

Well, that's a good guess, Abby.

Well, don't hold your breath.

They're three-quarter profiles,
no full face. Not good for a match.

Um...

I'm beginning to think that she
was shot with two different weapons.

They're both 9 mils,
but I can't match the slugs.

And Ducky said they hit the body
at two different velocities.

Like really different. Like the difference
between a howitzer and a BB gun.

Maybe not that different,
but Ducky's really puzzled about it too.

- There were two different shooters?
- Maybe.

Or maybe not.
You know, I haven't figured it out yet.

- When you do, Abs...?
- You will be the first to know.

Technically,
you'll be the second to know

because I'm doing the testing.
But you will be the second to know.

[PHONE CLICKS THEN DIAL TONE]

Gibbs?

RAINES [OVER MONITOR]: We don't
open these files to just anyone.

I guess NCIS isn't just anyone.

Lieutenant Shaheen had a certain
amount of autonomy, Agent DiNozzo.

Sounds like a Marine
covering his butt.

Marine officers
don 't cover their butts.

I've uploaded the files on the work
we did in Iraq.

Code name was Operation Cauldron.

Classification?

Top-secret,
strictly a need-to-know basis.

Lieutenant Shaheen
was one of the best I had.

You find who did this.

Working on it.

Do you have any more
indicator spray?

I hope this doesn't count
as helping you.

- I'd hate to get you in trouble.
- Thanks.

I bet he didn't even read
my evidence report.

Did you read my evidence report?

Sorry. Not yet.

Not ever.

I promise I will read
your evidence report.

I'm sorry
that you're not allowed to help me.

- It's just...
- He doesn't trust me.

Well, see,
he would if he got to know you.

It's just, um--
He's hard to get to know.

Make sure you do
inside his trouser pockets.

People put their hands in their pockets
to get their keys

and the explosive residue rubs off.

I'm gonna read your evidence report.

I promise.

[CELL PHONE RINGS]

- Yeah. Gibbs.
TONY [ON PHONE]: Hey, boss.

Lieutenant Shaheen worked
on Operation Cauldron in Iraq.

In return for high-quality intel
about terrorist bombers,

Uncle Sam relocated informants
to the US.

Kind of a witness-relocation deal
for born-again bad guys.

Anyway, Wasim AI Fulani
was one of them.

Relocated here six months ago.

New name, passport,
whole nine yards.

Lieutenant Shaheen
was his case officer.

Yeah. And there's something else.

Two other guys
relocated at the same time.

But their computer files
have been deleted.

- Hard copies?
- Both unaccounted for.

Last person to sign them out
was Lieutenant Shaheen,

- and you'll never guess when.
- The day she went to Edenvale.

You guessed.

You're a Jew.

- Yes.
- Israeli?

Mossad, then.

I'm working with NCIS.

So yes.

So now I am as suspicious of you
as you are of me.

Hmm.

Is it always going to be this way?

At least in our lifetime.

TYLER:
Mm.

Cosy.

ZIVA:
Can I help you?

You know,

a couple more inches to your right

and our martyr here could've been
living it up with all those vestal virgins.

You know, it truly is
a screwed-up religion

where you gotta blow yourself up
just to get lucky.

Aah! Ow! Aah! Aah!

When you insult his religion,
you insult mine and your own.

Tell him you're sorry.

I'm sorry.

- Aah!
- I don't think he heard you.

I'm sorry.

Apology accepted.

[ZIVA CHUCKLES]

TYLER:
Aah. Aah.

Is there a problem?

ZIVA: I was telling the deputy here
where the bathroom was.

I know about Operation Cauldron.

Good. Then you know
that I'm not in your country illegally.

Lieutenant Shaheen
was your case officer.

Yes. She was the only American
I ever met whom I trusted.

ZIVA: So you kept in touch with her?
TARIQ: No, it was forbidden.

I gave them information,
they gave me a new life.

- She came to visit you.
TARIQ: I did not invite her.

Why did she come?

An unmarried woman
visiting a Muslim man's home?

- No, it was not for that.
- So you were disappointed.

That's why you followed her back
to the motel.

- No.
GIBBS: Maybe she saw something

in your garage
you didn't want her to see.

A bomb, perhaps, Agent Gibbs?

Explosives.
Somebody put them there.

Not me.

Why don't you go talk to Mr. Hardy,
my good neighbour?

Maybe he put them there
or saw who did.

My wife and daughter
were killed buying fruit

in a Baghdad market, Agent Gibbs.

I've seen enough bombs.

That's why I did what I did.

That's why I left.

Boss, you got a minute?

I found something.

Doesn't look like
explosive residue, McGee.

Well, it's Ruby's. She uses a red
fluorescent powder to dust for prints.

- So?
- So we don't.

The only way this could've gotten
on the back of the phone

is if it was planted
after she dusted for prints.

Someone's setting him up, boss.

BARRETT:
I don't like what you're getting at.

You have a better explanation?

People like living here.
They go to church on Sundays

and they obey the law. Mostly.

And they believe every person,
even a stranger,

is guilty until proven innocent.

You mean innocent
until proven guilty.

Yeah, well, that's the way
it used to be, before--

Masoud arrived?

Before everyone got
so damn scared.

Well, then you know why
I asked the question.

Look.

Half the town would have planted
those explosives to get rid of Masoud.

Half the town
didn't have a key to his house.

- The house was leased.
- The owner.

Martha Hollingway.
Eighty-four years old.

- Unlikely.
- Who else had access to it?

Oh, my Lord.

Oh...

You think I killed her?

Did you?

I was the radio officer
the night she was murdered.

I didn't leave the comms room
the whole night.

- Tell him, Tom.
- It's true.

You big-time Washington, DC, guys,
you blow in here so smart,

think you got all the answers.

You don't know squat
about this town.

Educate us.

Everyone knows he did it.

Nobody's trusted this guy
since the moment he got here.

She was at his house.

Maybe they were getting it on,
they had a fight. Who knows?

Or maybe-- Maybe she figured out
what he was really up to.

Making bombs?

Didn't surprise me.

Our country is at war.

Alert level orange,
in case you happened to not notice.

We are told
to keep an eye on people

who are behaving suspiciously.

l was doing myjob.

I told you we needed to keep
a better eye on that Iraqi.

You never listen to me.

Is that why you planted
the explosives?

- I didn't plant any explosives.
GIBBS: McGee.

Deputy, please take off
your trousers.

[SCOFFS]

You know what? Screw you, McGee.

Tyler.

If you prefer, I can get Officer David
to take them off for you.

Guess that's not your
favourite colour.

l was just getting him
before he got us.

It's too bad you weren't getting
Lieutenant Shaheen's killer.

Tom, this is outrageous. I've just been
humiliated here in front of everybody.

BARRETT:
I understand. It's not about that.

That's the least of your problems.

Doctors released Masoud.
He's in the car.

GIBBS:
Hey, McGee.

Yeah, ready to roll, boss.

- Hey.
- Hi.

Uh, you're leaving?

Yeah, back to DC.

Thank you for your help.

Yeah, some help I was.

No, no, no. You were. Honestly.

We, uh, found some bomb residue
on the deputy's pants.

Same pocket
where he keeps his keys.

Um...

l, uh, have your report.

I will read it. I promise.

Bye, McGee.

Bye.

Well, no one could ride Blackie.

He was a warm blood,
stood 18 hands at the withers.

I don't know what I measure
at the withers.

We can measure me tonight.

What time do you get off?

[ELEVATOR BELL RINGS]

Uh...

I gotta go. I'll see you then.

Do you have a tape measure
at your place? Good.

McGEE: Hey.
TONY: Hey.

Taking calls again?

Never stopped, boss.

Why, did I miss your call?

GIBBS:
No, not mine.

- What'd you find out about Masoud?
TONY: This guy was good, boss.

Gave the Marines some hard intel.
IED factories, weapons caches,

and the names
of more than 50 bad boys.

He deserves a medal.

He got a US. passport instead.

What about the other two
who relocated with him?

Yeah, low-level stuff, mostly.
Nothing to get excited about.

A couple of names,
weapons cache.

But good old Uncle Sam
gave them both passports anyway.

He's ready, Gibbs.

- DiNozzo, run these plates.
- Sure thing, boss.

Why didn't you answer my calls?

Gibbs just asked me that.
I think I had it on silent.

Your other phone
is never on silent. Hmm?

Don't tell me, probie. Let me guess.

Research for the next book?

No, it's Ruby's evidence report.

Ah. Another work of fiction, then.

If it is,
she's a better writer than I am.

Probie, I have a pimple
on my left buttock

that is a better writer than you are.

Ruby, it's McGee.

- You need to get to Washington.
RUBY [ON PHONE]: ldo? When?

Now.

GIBBS: Why did Lieutenant Shaheen
come to you?

She was investigating someone.

Who?

Two Iraqi men
who relocated with me.

I didn't meet them until I left Baghdad.
They were on the same flight.

When did you last see them?

Lieutenant Shaheen asked me
precisely the same question.

Edenvale, two weeks ago.

GIBBS:
This them?

Yes.

They were very nervous.

They wanted to know
what information I passed on

to the Marines in Baghdad.

You told them?

No, I lied.

I told them
I gave them bad information.

They believed me.

They said they had passed on
bad information too.

Why did you lie?

Because I trust no one, Agent Gibbs.

Why was Lieutenant Shaheen
investigating them?

She wouldn't tell me.

Names.

I don't know.

Did these men kill
Lieutenant Shaheen, Agent Gibbs?

Yeah, I got it. Thanks.

Hey, Major Raines gave us
their names, boss.

Asad Al Qutaji and Youssef Zidan.

They're sharing a house
in Washington.

No record of employment
since they arrived.

Abby thinks
there could have been two shooters.

- Get Major Raines in here.
TONY: Already on his way.

- McGee.
ABBY [ON PHONE]: Get down here.

I think Ruby solved our bullets.

Thanks.

Boss, I think there's something
you need to see.

It was in the report,
only no one read it.

What report?

Ruby's report. She just got here.
Hey, Ruby.

Hi, Agent Gibbs.

Uh, bear with us here
for a second.

- You're gonna love this, Gibbs.
TONY: Ready?

Okay. So the shell casing I collected
from the crime scene

had quite a lot
of undischarged powder in it.

It was all kind of clogged inside.
So I did a test.

This is the same amount of powder
found in a normal 9 mm shell.

And this is similar to the powder
I found in our shell casing.

A bit like my last boyfriend.

The powder was degraded
by some type of oil.

The first round
didn't even leave the barrel,

so he fired again.

The second round hit the first,
and they both left the barrel in tandem.

Which is why the first round
was at low velocity

and the second round was all
mashed up and unrecognizable.

I'm surprised the barrel
didn't rupture.

Maybe it did.

Not two weapons, boss, just one.

One weapon. One shooter.

That's good work.

Tell DiNozzo
I need another search warrant.

Agent Gibbs.

Oh, thanks for coming, major.

Have a seat.

RAINES:
I came down to give you what I could.

- Their files are missing.
- Oh, I know where they are.

- You do?
- Lieutenant Shaheen's briefcase.

- You found it?
- Not yet.

Bad luck.

Not for you.

I'm
s
orry

00:38:21,174 --> 00:38:24,041
Operation Cauldron
relocated three Iraqi men

from Baghdad to the United States
after they supplied intelligence

- on the insurgency in Baghdad.
- That's right.

Masoud Tariq gave you
first-class intelligence.

In comparison, the other ones
gave you far less, major.

But they still came to America.

- Lieutenant Shaheen--
- Wasn't investigating them.

She was investigating you.

How much did they pay you
for their new life in America?

I don't know what you're talking about,
Agent Gibbs.

For an intelligence officer,
you're not very intelligent.

GIBBS:
What's your licence plate number?

I drive a Pentagon car.

Kilo-Echo-47139.

You signed it out last Friday.

Masoud had suspicious neighbours
looking for terrorists.

- He found you.
- You followed Lieutenant Shaheen,

parked the car down the street,
and waited while she met Masoud.

Not very smart.

Neither was killing her.

All right, so I followed her.
Because it was me investigating her.

She's the one who got paid off.
I didn't say anything

because I didn't want her name ruined
after she was dead.

Take off your gloves.

- What?
- Gloves off.

I had a minor accident
over the weekend.

- The barrel on your weapon exploded.
- Guess you tossed it in the river.

You should have tossed
your ammo too.

McGee.

Found them
in Major Raines' garage, boss.

Served the warrant to his wife.

I hate it when that happens.

What's that? Sump oil?

I'm sure we'll be able
to tell you exactly

after we match it to the casing
found at the murder scene.

How much?

Hey! How much?

Half a million.

Lieutenant Shaheen
always suspected.

It could have been anyone.
Criminals, insurgents, Al Qaeda.

You think I didn't check them out?

Just a couple rich kids
who wanted to get out of there

and come party in America.

Just rich kids, that's all.

Pity Lieutenant Shaheen
had to pay the price.

Uh, Gibbs, about this morning.

Oh, come on.
Are you starting this again?

It's my Mossad training.
They drummed it into us.

Push, push, push.
Never give up until you get to the truth.

Or get your ass kicked.

Or get your ass kicked.

I thought you sent Tony back
because of his, um, illness.

His illness?

He has two cell phones,

makes furtive calls to hospital,

goes missing for hours,

always lies about where he's been.

He doesn't even talk
about women anymore.

The only logical explanation is that
he's receiving outpatient treatment

for a serious medical problem.

That's not the only explanation.

You know, for a couple of rich kids,

Asad and Youssef
aren't exactly living it up.

You think they'll be deported?

Yeah, probably.

AL QUTAJI:
Youssef! Youssef!

[IN ARABIC]

ZIVA [IN ARABIC]:

Turn around.

[YELLS IN ARABIC]

[GRUNTING]

Gibbs.

JEANNE:
How can I possibly believe all that?

TONY:
It's all true.

- The roses?
- True.

Hmm. The runaway horse?

- I still have the scars.
- Where?

Okay.

[JEANNE CHUCKLING]

- Right there.
- Oh.

- Yes.
- Shall I kiss it and make it better?

You do whatever you think is best,
doctor.

I'm not gonna stop you from--

This is illegal
in some Southern states, you know.

[PAGER BEEPING]

JEANNE:
Oh, pager. Oh.

TONY:
Well, just tell them

you're performing
a delicate emergency procedure

- and you'll call them back later.
- I couldn't do that to them.

I could.

[TONY LAUGHING]

JEANNE:
You--

You did notjust do that.

- You like it, don't you?
- Greedy.