NCIS (2003–…): Season 4, Episode 16 - Dead Man Walking - full transcript
A Navy lieutenant, a member of an international nuclear-inspection agency, approaches Gibbs and asks him to solve the officer's own murder; because of his symptoms he knows that someone has exposed him to unknown nuclear radiation; Gibbs and company undertake the case. Abby and Ducky start figuring it out, and Ziva sticks with the subject, whose condition grows worse as though the exposure to the radiation poisoning continues. McGee finds not a smoking gun but rather a smoking cigar; Ducky explains the significance of it. Gibbs and McGee figure out the bad actor, then they change the travel plans for that person. Ziva and the victim have an interesting conversation in a garden.
- How much?
- Don't know.
- Come on, take a guess.
- I don't know.
Then we're just gonna have
to settle this with facts.
I am Googling "men's jacket."
What would you say it was made of?
- It felt like butter.
- Lambskin.
- Who's the designer?
- Why do you assume I know?
- Because...
- Because? Because I'm a woman?
Because I am Jewish?
Because you're a great detective.
True. McGee flashed the label
when he showed us his lining.
- Armani.
- Anything else?
Lizard-embossed trim,
a two-way zipper and a chest pocket.
Found it. It's from
the Armani 2007 Resort Collection.
- You can purchase it for--
- Two thousand dollars.
- They say the clothes make the man.
- Mm.
- He's not a man, he's a McGee.
- Either way, where is he?
Um... Over there. Overdressed.
[COUGHING]
McGEE:
You okay?
Yeah. I, um...
| just need to talk
to Special Agent Gibbs.
- Hey, yourjacket's really soft.
- Thanks.
Who is McGee escorting?
I don't know. Never seen him before.
This is Special Agent Gibbs.
RO Y:
Lieutenant Sanders, sir.
I need you to investigate a murder.
Whose?
Mine.
This is killing me.
| feel like I know him.
- Mossad?
- Maybe.
Internet dating?
I will kill you 18 different ways
with this paper clip.
Ducky figure out what's wrong
with Lieutenant Sanders, boss?
No, he's still examining him.
Thinks it could be radiation poisoning.
- Do we know how he was exposed?
- No.
But he's got a high-risk job
as an inspector for the lAEA.
International Atomic Energy Agency.
Wonder if he's been to Israel.
| feel like I know him from somewhere.
DiNozzo, check his travel.
Is this guy contagious, boss?
Well, McGee better hope not.
- UndenNear too?
- Yes, McGee. I need everything.
- Don't you think that's kind of overkill?
- Get over it, McGee.
I'm a scientist. Remember?
You said he coughed on you.
- Yes.
- So I need to check
all of your clothing for radiation.
If you were exposed...
Yeah, I feel exposed.
Where's yourjacket?
Come on. You need to test that too?
You said he grabbed your arm.
Will you promise not to stain it?
I promise not to stain it.
RO Y:
Table's cold.
DUCKY: None of my other patients
ever complain.
Sorry.
I thought it might be nice for you
to have someone
to talk to for a change.
Oh, I always talk to my guests.
The difference here
is that you talk back.
- Talk about what?
- Let's see, in your case,
I'd talk about
your runner's physique,
your well-toned calves,
your impressive thighs. Ha-ha-ha.
It doesn't sound quite so personal
when you're dead.
Mr. Palmer?
Yes, I will label these
and get them over to Radiobiology.
When did the nausea start?
Two days ago.
Since I've been travelling,
| blamed it on the local moqueca.
Until your hair started falling out.
Ah, Jethro.
We have to wait for Radiobiology
to find out exactly
with what we're dealing.
- Containment?
- Minimal.
Preliminary findings show
that they're alpha emissions,
which unlike gamma rays and X-rays,
can be blocked by a simple layer
of dead cells on the skin.
Just avoid contact
and exchange of fluids.
- Is he fit to answer questions?
- I'm right here.
- I can hear you.
DUCKY: I'm sorry. It's force of habit.
You're around uranium in yourjob.
What makes you think
- this was murder and not accidental?
- My radiation badge.
It's a thermoluminescent dosimeter.
I wore it to inspect the power plant in
Brazil where we discovered violations.
When I returned four days ago, the
film from my badge was processed.
- And the glow curve?
- Detected no exposure.
Said everything was fine.
Brazilians aware of your findings?
From my line of questioning,
I'd say they knew they were busted.
Brazil has a history
of covert attempts
to secure nuclear weaponry
with Germany's aid.
Yeah, it's an unsavoury partnership.
It goes back to the fall
of the Third Reich.
I'll need access to your offices
and your inspection team.
I told Transport
I want to move him to AFRRI.
- That's the Armed Forces--
- Radiobiology Research Institute.
In my line of work,
we call it something else.
What's that?
The last exit.
TONY: Okay, ready? Look away now.
Look at me. Close your eyes.
Now look back really fast.
Open them up. Anything?
- No, still nothing.
- Okay. Squat down.
Squat down, close your eyes
and then jump up and look.
Ow.
Ziva, you find out
how you know the lieutenant?
Not yet. He's been to Israel twice
in the past decade.
We're never in the same city.
He's also been
to Iran, Bulgaria, Pakistan,
- Kuwait, Croatia, Korea and Slovenia.
- Guy gets around.
I left out Canada.
Ducky's transferring him to AFRRI
in Bethesda. Ziva, go with him.
- Protection detail?
- Not sure yet. DiNozzo.
On it. Tracing his phone calls,
bank accounts,
- everyone he's ever met in his life.
- Leave that to McGee. You're with me.
- Uh, McGee's not here.
- Where the hell is McGee?
Abby is testing my clothes
for radiation
- Pick up where DiNozzo left off.
- Got it, boss.
If clothes make the man,
what does that make McGee?
- Male nurse?
- No,
Aqua Smurf.
DUCKY: I've e-mailed your records
to the doctors at AFRRI.
They'll be running more tests.
Try to conserve your energy.
You'll need it later.
I don't want to see you back
on my cold table.
- I appreciate your help, doc.
- Good luck.
[DOOR OPENS]
You forget something, doc?
Special Agent Gibbs
asked me to accompany you.
I'm Officer David.
I'd, uh, shake your hand, but...
Um, actually, it would be best
to avoid all bodily contact.
You sound just like my prom date.
Would you mind smiling for me?
- Do I have something in my teeth?
- No.
You can stop smiling.
[GRUNTS]
- I'm sorry.
- Don't be.
Do we know each other?
Where did you go to college?
Israel.
- Could we have met at a conference?
- Yes,
except I've never been to one.
Burning Man, 2002.
Extreme Twister Camp.
I don't even know what that means.
It took two hours
but I finally found three seats
in a non-stop Lufthansa flight
to Gdansk.
- Can you leave next Thursday?
- Holly, I don't know
even if we'll be making this trip.
I'll know more after I talk to NCIS.
- Special Agent Gibbs?
- The sooner the better
- because this cancellation--
- Leave the itinerary.
I'm Mark Sadowski.
We spoke on the phone.
Diane, NCIS is here.
Which one
is Lieutenant Sanders' desk?
- It's clean.
TONY: I can see that.
He means they swept the office,
DiNozzo.
When Roy said he was throwing up,
we checked radiation levels.
- They're within normal limits.
- |'|| gather his things.
Hi, I'm Diane Russio.
- How's Roy?
- Transferred to AFRRI.
We were hoping
it was just food poisoning.
- Radiation.
- You know where he was exposed?
- Not yet.
- It couldn't have been Brazil.
We toured the facility together,
and Diane and l aren't sick.
Could someone have done this
on purpose?
- We'll need your radiation badges.
MARK: Of course.
After hours in Brazil,
did all of you stick together?
MARK: Uh, we stayed in the
same hotel. Ate the same food.
Roy would get up early and run.
Oh, the night before we left, we hit
the local bars for a cerveja and a cigar.
Roy left early.
- Alone?
- I was with him.
We just went straight back
to the hotel.
Yeah, I'm 30 years older
than both of them
and they're the ones
who are too tired to party.
I'll go get my badge.
So can we visit Roy?
- Answers, Abs.
- I got them, Gibbs.
I took Lieutenant Sanders' dosimeter
apart and I discovered that it is hinky.
I might even call it hinky-dory.
Oh, come on, Gibbs.
It's a little cute.
Okay. Um, if you follow this red beam,
you can see there's no clear path
between the photomultiplier tubes
and the crystal lattice.
This little piece of plastic
is blocking the light emissions.
- This sabotage?
- Or faulty manufacturing.
I mean, it's a state-of—the-art
life-saving device,
but it's still made
from injection-moulded plastic.
Just like a Happy Meal toy. You know
how sometimes you get one of those
and there'll be a blob of plastic
and you've to bend it back and forth?
Abby?
- Somebody needs a Happy Meal.
- What about these?
Um, these are operational. No globs.
Their reading was a true positive.
My conclusion is that Sanders had
a bad batch. There was no foul play.
If he hadn't gotten sick,
he wouldn't have even noticed.
I need to talk to Ducky.
Hey, Duck.
Jethro, / was just about to call you.
Lieutenant Sanders wasn't poisoned
at the power plant.
I know. The radiobiology lab identified
the isotope in his blood.
It was thallium.
Wow.
That is nasty stuff.
Isn't the non-radioactive form
of that used for rat poison?
Oh, yes.
It's lethal and extremely effective.
Colour/ess, odour/ess,
tasteless and soluble in water.
Are you thinking ingestion?
Oh, most likely.
And no longer than 72 hours ago.
Okay, so now we know the when.
We just have to figure out why,
how and who.
The pigment, Prussian blue, has been
applied by artists since the 17003.
Yeah, it was used
by van Gogh, Monet, Picasso.
- Me.
- How long until it takes effect?
About 24 hours.
Prussian blue works best
when it's used
or taken as a preventative measure
before exposure,
or right after. But in the meantime,
let's see if you can replace the fluids
you lost without an IV.
We prefer oral feeding
to maintain the integrity of your gut.
My gut has integrity.
So does my spleen.
Now, you can eat anything you want
just so long as it's low microbial.
But no drinking, no smoking.
- Are we done?
- One more thing:
We need to keep
his stress levels down.
- We're in the middle of an in--
- In the middle of an investigation.
I have to go.
Anyplace I can get some fresh air?
This facility has an open-air garden.
- They catch it in time?
- Uh, unclear.
The next 24 hours are key.
I'm more interested in the past.
I want a list of every sip,
every bite, every kiss,
every time he's hit the head
in the past 72 hours.
Do you think he's hiding something?
Have you placed him yet?
No.
You place him first, Ziva.
Trust later.
ABBY: There are only trace amounts
of radiation on your clothes.
But I'm still glad we tested them
because it's better to be safe
than glowing.
- Where's my jacket?
- It's here.
It's really soft.
Rub that against
a certain part of your body--
- You didn't.
- I don't even have that part.
Thank you for taking good care
of myjacket.
You're welcome.
Ugh!
What?
I promised you I wouldn't stain it.
Just put your hand over it like this.
That looks very natural. Thank you.
So did you find anything in the stuff
Tony took from the lieutenant's desk?
Nothing yet.
I'm checking all the protein bars
for needle puncture marks.
You think the killer injected them
with thallium?
That's what I'd do.
It's pretty devious.
Using something so healthy
to make someone so sick.
So the rest of the pizza
is inside your refrigerator?
Yeah. I mean, you can test it but I,
for one, trust Papa Don implicitly.
- Then what?
- | brushed my teeth
and then I went to bed.
l was jetlagged but I still got up
to run the next morning.
What time?
Oh, 5:30.
I thought I was the only one
who got up that early to exercise.
Nope.
I had water from the tap
and an energy gel.
- Raspberry.
- Noted.
Then I ran the two miles
from my apartment
to the Custis Trail,
which runs along the--
- The Potomac.
- Right.
- Then I headed over the--
- The Arlington Memorial Bridge.
You passed a woman
wearing a yellow Windbreaker.
- Is she part of the plot?
- No, she's me.
You're the one who wears
the fluorescent-orange watch cap
when you run, correct?
Right, yeah.
So the cars will notice me.
People too.
I pass you every morning.
I'm going east, you're going west.
Don't you recognise me?
- I'm sorry, no.
- How about now?
I mean, you gotta picture me
sweating and panting and, you know?
Yeah, of course. I know you.
Yeah, you have a smooth stride,
great carriage.
I often turn after you pass
to admire your technique.
- Are you serious?
- Yeah. Yeah.
You have a very cute,
tight technique.
[LAUGHS]
Um... How far
did you run that morning?
[GROANS]
Eight miles. Went home. Showered
and headed to the field office.
I ate two protein bars at my desk.
Then at 1200, Mark and I headed
to Oakwood Shooting Range.
- Where's that?
- Near Andrews.
- What do you shoot?
- Glock.
That's a good choice.
I had a bacon cheeseburger with fries
washed down with a large coffee.
You run like a health nut
and eat like a slob.
Ha. I've always weighed the same.
People told me at 40
my body would change.
I guess I might not have to worry
about that.
Have you made a will?
I'm sorry. That was too blunt. |--
No, no, no.
I like blunt.
I was thinking your beneficiary
would have a potential motive.
Well, the joke's on them
because |--
I don't have a will.
Mark Sadowski, senior member
of the team. He's about to retire.
You know what that means.
- He gets a watch?
- No, somebody's gonna bump him off.
Standard procedure
in '703 cop flicks.
Did Sadowski and Sanders
get along?
Worked together nine years.
Neither filed a complaint
or request for transfer.
What about the other inspector?
Ah. Diane Russio.
Something's up with her.
She made Gibbs'
Spidey-sense tingle.
Oh, hey. Oh, hey, hey.
Don't touch that.
Sanders' car can be a hot zone.
This car? I doubt it.
Rem is low. It's safe.
After you, probie.
Ooh.
Reeks of cigar.
It's a manly scent. Good for you.
You know what this guy
being poisoned reminds me of?
- A movie?
- Yeah, but what movie?
A movie I've never seen.
D. O.A., it's called.
1950 film-noir classic.
This accountant goes
to San Francisco, parties.
Wakes up, finds he's poisoned.
He has 24 hours to find--
I found something.
Is it dangerous?
Do you want kids?
Kidding. The rem count's not that high.
We should take it to X—ray.
Let's see what we've got in here.
Ugh.
- Body parts?
- Gym clothes.
Get them to Abby.
Ziva called
with a list of Sanders' movements,
where he went, what he ate.
We'll start at his apartment, collect
these items, sweep for radiation.
- Ziva figure out how she knew him?
- Personal connection.
Ziva has personal connections?
Lieutenant.
Did I startle you?
A little.
I'd say I was paranoid
but someone just poisoned me.
Who?
Well, I've racked my brain
for enemies at work but I, uh...
I can't think of anyone.
What about your private life?
Do you have a girlfriend?
Are you asking me
in a professional capacity?
Yes.
I don't have one.
Why not? Professional follow-up.
Well, I wouldn't date anyone
I work with and outside of work,
I've never met a woman who could
understand why I do what I do.
The focus, the risks, the sacrifices.
They always want me to go teach
or go to law school.
But I love what I do.
I believe there are good guys
who need protection
and bad guys who need monitoring.
It's a mission, not a job.
"All that is necessary for evil
to succeed
is that good men do nothing."
That's my favourite quote ever.
[GASPING]
Sorry, uh...
I felt a little dizzy.
I have to get you into bed.
[LAUGHING]
I'm not saying anything.
Sorry, it's the English.
How long do you think
he's gonna be in here?
- Hey.
- Roy.
Hi.
I'm sorry. No contact.
I can't believe this happened.
Are you gonna be all right?
Well, I hope so.
[SIGHS]
[GRUNTING]
MARK: We'll probably just cancel
next week's trip.
- Which one?
- Pakistan, Uzbekistan and Russia.
It's one of those "if this is Tuesday,
it must be Tashkent" trips.
Don't cancel.
See if Howard's available.
He's a good man.
DIANE:
Oh. Careful.
Sorry. I'm a...
I'm a bit wiped out.
Well, we'll let you get some rest.
See you tomorrow, okay?
I need to talk to you. It's about
Lieutenant Sanders' personal life.
Um... He says he doesn't have
a girlfriend, that he doesn't date either.
Hard to believe but I think it's true.
Mr. Sadowski, would you mind
giving us a moment alone?
I'll be at the elevators.
You know something.
It's about Brazil.
When you two went back
to the hotel together?
Roy tell you about that?
No, my boss did.
What happened?
Nothing.
Tell me.
Nothing.
I got a little drunk.
I knocked on his door.
He wouldn't let me in.
I was a complete idiot
and he was a complete gentleman.
Or maybe he's gay.
Oh, I don't think he's gay.
- How do you know?
- I saw the way he looked at you.
The higher levels of radiation
are due to the concentration
of Lieutenant Sanders' sweat.
He made his clothes radioactive,
not vice versa.
Abs, it's over.
[SIGHS]
I just hate to see the first one
of the morning end.
I did get one unexpected piece
of information.
Lieutenant Sanders had
a computerised chip in his left sneaker
to log his workouts.
One of those experimental
DOD things?
Um, no. You can buy them
at any running store.
It transmits into this.
l was able to access
his exercise logs.
These are the last two weeks
of his workout.
He's a machine.
Eight miles every day in under an hour.
- Lieutenant Sanders was poisoned--
- Right around here.
Well, his last two workouts,
they were only slightly off pace.
Does that tell you something
about the case?
It tells me something about the man.
- Like what?
- Like he would have made
a damn good Marine.
He's sleeping again?
We took a walk around the garden
and it knocked him out.
We got the second test results back.
Was the Prussian blue effective?
No.
Lieutenant Sanders' lymphocytes
are continuing to decrease
and his radiation levels
are higher than when he was admitted.
It doesn't make any sense.
It does if he's still being poisoned.
There's no mistake, Gibbs.
The doctor said Lieutenant Sanders'
radiation levels are increasing.
He '3 still being poisoned.
Someone wanted to finish the job.
Not a lot of people
have access to him. Nurses,
- doctors.
- People preparing his food.
- Could be a lot.
- Plus he had two visitors from work
yesterday.
Diane Russio and Mark Sadowski.
Were they alone with him?
Yes.
At one point I went
to the vending machine.
One of them
could've slipped it in water.
What about Tony and McGee?
Have they followed up on the list
- of locations?
- Swept Sanders' apartment, office,
running paths yesterday. All clean.
- They'll hit the rest today.
- This is starting to look very targeted.
Whoever did this
is not just after any nuclear inspector.
Sanders know
he's still being poisoned?
Not yet.
I'm worried it will increase his stress.
Your call. You stick with him, Ziva.
Like tattoos on Abby.
I think this will make you feel better.
They tested the pizza
inside the refrigerator
and, um, you were right
about Papa Don.
- Yes. Exonerated.
- Ha-ha-ha.
Did they, um...?
Did they find any clues?
Any answers?
Not yet.
But they're still looking.
Well, tell them to hurry up. I wanna
know who killed me before I die.
Ziva?
Can you do something else for me?
- Of course.
- Can you find me a lawyer?
I think I need to write my will.
Mark and Roy came here a couple
of times a week, usually at lunchtime.
You check out Roy's two perfect
targets hanging inside?
Missed them.
Which station did they use?
Oh, we don't keep track.
At lunchtime it's first available.
But if you really need to know,
I got a security camera.
Insurance made me
put it in last year after I got sued.
- Personal injury?
- Sexual harassment.
See, I like to come up behind a shooter
and correct his stance.
Most appreciate it.
One guy from Utah didn't.
- Bet I could correct your stance.
- I'm okay with my stance.
Sure would like to teach you how to
position your shoulders over your hips.
We should get the security footage
and review it to see where they were.
No need.
I think we just found our hot zone.
I've been working
for 30 hours straight.
- This is only my fourth cup of the day.
- Mossad.
Hot liquid. I'd let her have it, McGee.
Thanks.
So you spent the night
in the lieutenant's room, huh?
Yes.
We stayed up late talking.
Yeah, I remember staying up late
in college talking.
What's that look on your face?
- What look?
- You falling in love with a dying man?
- Of course not.
- Hey.
The look on your face says you are.
When did you become
an expert on love?
Last time I checked,
your idea of a long-term commitment
was a three-day weekend.
- What's that look on your face?
- Nothing.
- I was gonna say--
- I know what you're gonna say.
Next time Lieutenant Sanders and I
stay up late talking,
we're gonna use a lead condom.
- Thank you.
- No, Ziva.
I was gonna say
I hope he pulls through,
but you should know
that I found a photo
of an attractive woman,
a kid and a Husky in his desk.
How did he ingest the thallium?
Well, they ate lunch
at the shooting range,
and Abby's combing
through the physical evidence
but we still haven't found
the smoking gun.
We swept the Dumpsters
at the range but the levels were low.
- Same with the kitchen.
- Two food preparers,
two servers. They all scanned clean.
So did Dee Dee and she's the rather
eccentric woman who runs the place.
Then Roy-- Sorry. Lieutenant Sanders
must have been contaminated
at the point of consumption.
Oh, you think someone
spiked his hamburger or his coffee?
Who got near his food?
I watched the security footage
and Mark Sadowski is with him
the whole time.
But you can't see the table
or the food.
The cameras are trained
on the shooting stalls.
Oh, believe me.
You don't wanna know why that is.
Someone could have come
from the back. Not been seen.
Sadowski was at the range
and he was here,
which places him
at both contamination sites.
- Bring him in.
- On it, boss.
I thought I told you to stay with
Lieutenant Sanders the whole time.
Agent Lee's with him.
He's making out his will.
You can't die unless you see a lawyer.
Hey.
He may not die.
He may pull through.
Officer David,
I need you to witness the document.
In case you're wondering,
I left it all to my sister.
I hope she appreciates it.
- We fight a lot.
- Someday I'll tell you about my family.
Yeah, well, don't wait too long.
- Does your sister have a Husky?
- How'd you know?
That's a nice addition to any family.
Do you have a dog?
No.
[COUGHING]
I'll file this with the court
but I hope we don't need to execute it
for a very long, long time.
- Thank you, Agent Lee.
- You're welcome.
Ziva, Abby sent back
some of his things.
You know a lot
about handling radioactive materials.
Sure. For myjob.
You were at the shooting range with
Lieutenant Sanders a few days ago?
Yeah, we had lunch.
Slipped him a little thallium?
I've never touched thallium. Look,
I had nothing to do
with Roy getting poisoned. Nothing.
Skip the denials. Tell me why.
This is my favourite part.
- The part where Gibbs breaks him?
- No.
The part right before
Gibbs breaks him,
when the guy still thinks
he has a chance.
VVhy?
- There is no why.
- Why?
I didn't do it. I would never hurt Roy.
Sit down.
He's my friend.
We travelled the world together.
When I thought I had prostate cancer,
he was the first person I called.
So if you have any proof I did this,
lay it out for me. Let me see it
because I know it doesn't exist.
He'll break him.
I finished analysing the debris
that I vacuumed
- from the shooting-range gravel.
- Was it our prime suspect?
You mean Frenchie?
No. The fry registered
scant radioactivity after it was dusted.
None of the larger items
are contaminated
but the micro debris
was through the roof.
Were you able to break down
its components?
Well, it took me a while
but I isolated human skin,
human hair, lint,
tobacco ash, both large and small,
salt, pepper, dirt and pollen. Ducky?
Ducky?
He '3 gone.
Oh.
I gotta go too.
I guess when you gotta go,
you gotta go.
- Make it fast, Duck.
- We found the smoking gun,
with the emphasis on smoking.
Abby isolated large radioactive ash
from the debris
from the shooting range.
It wasn't ingestion. It was inhalation.
Someone injected the thallium
into the cigar.
Yes, it's very efficient, too,
because the lungs feed directly
into the bloodstream.
Sadowski mentioned hitting the bars
with Lieutenant Sanders
- for cerveja and a cigar. So--
- Wait, boss.
I need to show you something.
I really hope it's not that YouTube clip
I sent him this morning
because it's a little--
Well, I downloaded
the security-camera feed
from the shooting range.
Here's the isolated footage of Mark
Sadowski and Lieutenant Sanders.
If you had laced a cigar
with thallium,
would you stick around
to breathe in the smoke?
That's not likely.
It's like pulling the pin on a grenade,
handing it to someone
and then standing beside them.
Sadowski didn't know
they were contaminated with radiation.
[COUGHING]
N0. Stay here.
TONY:
Explains why you couldn't break him.
He didn't do it.
- Where are they?
- What are you talking about?
The cigars you smoke when you
go outside to get some fresh air.
Okay, I had a puff or two.
I know the doctors said no--
No! Where are they?
I had no idea
you were so anti-smoking.
Honestly, at this point
I consider myself lucky
- to live long enough to die of cancer.
- Look, Roy,
these cigars are laced with thallium.
- Were they a gift?
- I bought them myself.
Duty-free, Sao Paulo Airport.
Who else had access to these?
They were in my desk
until I stuck them in my bag.
- Oh, man.
- Okay. Okay. You need to relax.
- You need to stay calm.
- It's all right, Roy.
It's all right. Deep breaths, now.
Take deep breaths.
Keep breathing.
McGEE: Two out of three
inspectors poisoned.
Someone's targeting the agency.
Make enemies
wherever they've been.
Or wherever they're going.
You stick with Sadowski, DiNozzo.
McGee, get Diane Russio in here.
She's the only inspector
who isn't sick.
Yet.
We do a dozen inspections a year,
Agent Gibbs,
in a dozen different countries.
People don't like us.
But I can't believe
any government would sanction this.
Thank you.
We all got tested after Roy.
My results were negative.
Am I still at risk?
Low-level exposure.
Lieutenant Sanders was the target.
You have an inspection next week?
Roy insisted we still go.
But now that Mark's sick...
- Where?
- That's classified.
We prefer
if they don't know we're coming.
Need to know.
Russia, Pakistan and Uzbekistan.
Names of the facilities?
OPERATOR: MTAC Operations.
- I need satellite time.
- lcan. When do you need it?
- Now.
Last one, boss.
Tashkent, Uzbekistan.
Image of the Tashkent reactor
stabilising.
Before the fall of the Soviet Union,
Uzbekistan was the top producer
of weapons-grade materials.
- If they wanted to put it back--
- They'd bring the pieces in
with heavy equipment trucks
like these. A lot of activity.
Looks like
they're building something.
Or pulling it down.
- I need a shot from earlier this week.
- Try the same location 96 hours ago.
TECHNICIAN:
Accessing now.
McGEE:
Someone's expecting guests.
Get that footage to DOD
and IAEA headquarters in Vienna.
- DiNozzo.
- Hey.
Someone tipped off Uzbekistan.
Ask Sadowski who knew.
Sadowski is out of it, boss.
The doctor sedated him.
Lieutenant Sanders, then.
Checking.
McGee, I want bank records
for everyone working at the agency.
I want details for every inspection
ever done on that facility.
- I feel like I'm running a marathon.
- You are.
I called my parents.
Mom's taking it bad.
The good news is Dad's gonna fix it.
They're on their way here.
He's gonna turn it all around.
- Call in some favours.
- Ask the right questions.
Because every problem has a solution.
- Exactly.
- God, he sounds a lot like my father.
He was tough on me
but I made him proud.
Do they have far to travel?
Too far.
They'll need to be here anyway.
Decisions to make.
I'd like for you to meet them.
- Is that weird?
- No.
I would like to meet them.
How is he?
- He's fighting.
- Gibbs has a question for him.
I think he just fell asleep.
Lieutenant?
- Lieutenant Sanders?
- Ziva?
I'm here. Agent DiNozzo
needs to ask you a question.
Who knew you were going
to Uzbekistan next week?
Classified.
Who decided where you'd go?
My decision.
Short list.
- Kept everyone guessing.
- Who'd you tell?
Roy?
Lieutenant.
Who did you tell, Roy?
- Mark. Itold Mark.
- You done?
Who else did you tell?
Roy?
Anyone else?
Diane. Just...
Just Mark and Diane.
Diane.
Okay.
Thank you.
Hey, boss. The lieutenant says
only two others knew
he was going to Uzbekistan.
Mark Sadowski and Diane Russio.
- How is he?
- He's fading fast.
Boss, inspectors have been back
to Uzbekistan
six times in the past four years.
Next week's inspection would've been
number seven.
Sanders has been
at every one of them.
- That makes him an expert.
- If anything had changed,
he's the guy
that would've noticed.
Explains why they targeted him.
What makes you think it was them,
McGee?
- Dr. Mallard.
- Hey, Duck.
- I need you to check something.
- Mm-hm.
The other side.
Hmm. Well, you know you've been
in the hospital too long
when you've figured out
the vending machine.
You think I've been here too long?
Do you want some of this?
That's Roy's sister.
The woman in the photo.
The one with the kid and the dog.
I had to ask him, Ziva.
I know.
- Are you okay?
- Part of mejust wants to run.
You know, I can't believe this is
happening to me. To me, of all people.
Well, you shouldn't take it
as a sign of weakness.
Well, then how should I take it,
Tony?
Character building? Life affirming?
Somehow I don't think
Roy sees it that way.
I'm sorry.
Sorry.
Ziva.
I'm dying of boredom in there.
It's okay. I've got you.
Hey,
what's a guy gotta do
to get a pretty girl
to take a walk in the garden?
Roy.
You shouldn't be out of bed.
You need to be in bed.
- It's okay. I can manage.
- He needs to--
Dr. Hass, excuse me.
Can I speak to you for a second?
|think-- I think I may have
been exposed.
I don't know.
I don't mean to be an alarmist
but I got that burning sensation
and the headaches
- and the vomiting and the whole thing.
- Diarrhoea? You've got diarrhoea?
Yeah, like a tap.
And itjust hit me. And I...
Okay, let's sit you down.
We're gonna need to run some tests.
Ah, Jethro. As per your request,
I've reviewed the results of the tests
carried out on the agency staff
after it was confirmed
that the lieutenant had been exposed.
And I've found
what you were looking for.
Trace amounts of ferric ferrocyanide.
Prussian blue.
Someone was taking it
prophylactically
as a preventative measure, Jethro.
Who?
Her.
Got her, boss. Fifty thousand in cash
deposited over the past three months.
Closed the account this morning.
Shifted the funds offshore.
Looks like she's about
to do a runner.
- Where is she now?
- Just checked. Still in the office.
No. I don't want to travel via London.
I want a direct flight.
Yeah. Yes,
I know it's last-minute but I'm--
- Look, there must be other carriers.
- Miss Russio.
Agent Gibbs.
Your travel coordinator,
Holly Stegman?
Okay, she just left me here
with this mess. Flight plans--
- Which way?
- I'm trying--
Which way?
Parking garage.
Come on.
McGEE:
Stop!
McGEE:
Stop!
No.
No. No. Wait.
- Wait. No.
- Out of the car.
I didn't mean to do it.
I couldn't kill Roy
any more than I could run over you.
I wanted to make him sick
so he couldn't travel. That's all.
He would've known.
He would have realised
it was either Mark or me.
Just tell me. Wait.
Tell me I didn't kill him.
No. No. No. I didn't--
She could've killed you, boss.
[HOLLY SOBBING]
- What a perfect day for a run.
- Mm.
I'd even consider a double loop.
I have something of yours.
[CHUCKLES]
I remember you now.
All those mornings I ran right past you.
You blasted past me.
I, uh...
| used to put in a little extra kick
to impress the ladies.
Ha-ha-ha. Well, it worked.
I'm sorry we never got
to run together.
Me too.
Do you think you'd notice...
...that I was no longer there?
That I'd stopped running?
Yes, I would've noticed.
I would have missed seeing you.
But eventually
you would've forgotten me.
Yes.
I won't forget you now.
- Don't know.
- Come on, take a guess.
- I don't know.
Then we're just gonna have
to settle this with facts.
I am Googling "men's jacket."
What would you say it was made of?
- It felt like butter.
- Lambskin.
- Who's the designer?
- Why do you assume I know?
- Because...
- Because? Because I'm a woman?
Because I am Jewish?
Because you're a great detective.
True. McGee flashed the label
when he showed us his lining.
- Armani.
- Anything else?
Lizard-embossed trim,
a two-way zipper and a chest pocket.
Found it. It's from
the Armani 2007 Resort Collection.
- You can purchase it for--
- Two thousand dollars.
- They say the clothes make the man.
- Mm.
- He's not a man, he's a McGee.
- Either way, where is he?
Um... Over there. Overdressed.
[COUGHING]
McGEE:
You okay?
Yeah. I, um...
| just need to talk
to Special Agent Gibbs.
- Hey, yourjacket's really soft.
- Thanks.
Who is McGee escorting?
I don't know. Never seen him before.
This is Special Agent Gibbs.
RO Y:
Lieutenant Sanders, sir.
I need you to investigate a murder.
Whose?
Mine.
This is killing me.
| feel like I know him.
- Mossad?
- Maybe.
Internet dating?
I will kill you 18 different ways
with this paper clip.
Ducky figure out what's wrong
with Lieutenant Sanders, boss?
No, he's still examining him.
Thinks it could be radiation poisoning.
- Do we know how he was exposed?
- No.
But he's got a high-risk job
as an inspector for the lAEA.
International Atomic Energy Agency.
Wonder if he's been to Israel.
| feel like I know him from somewhere.
DiNozzo, check his travel.
Is this guy contagious, boss?
Well, McGee better hope not.
- UndenNear too?
- Yes, McGee. I need everything.
- Don't you think that's kind of overkill?
- Get over it, McGee.
I'm a scientist. Remember?
You said he coughed on you.
- Yes.
- So I need to check
all of your clothing for radiation.
If you were exposed...
Yeah, I feel exposed.
Where's yourjacket?
Come on. You need to test that too?
You said he grabbed your arm.
Will you promise not to stain it?
I promise not to stain it.
RO Y:
Table's cold.
DUCKY: None of my other patients
ever complain.
Sorry.
I thought it might be nice for you
to have someone
to talk to for a change.
Oh, I always talk to my guests.
The difference here
is that you talk back.
- Talk about what?
- Let's see, in your case,
I'd talk about
your runner's physique,
your well-toned calves,
your impressive thighs. Ha-ha-ha.
It doesn't sound quite so personal
when you're dead.
Mr. Palmer?
Yes, I will label these
and get them over to Radiobiology.
When did the nausea start?
Two days ago.
Since I've been travelling,
| blamed it on the local moqueca.
Until your hair started falling out.
Ah, Jethro.
We have to wait for Radiobiology
to find out exactly
with what we're dealing.
- Containment?
- Minimal.
Preliminary findings show
that they're alpha emissions,
which unlike gamma rays and X-rays,
can be blocked by a simple layer
of dead cells on the skin.
Just avoid contact
and exchange of fluids.
- Is he fit to answer questions?
- I'm right here.
- I can hear you.
DUCKY: I'm sorry. It's force of habit.
You're around uranium in yourjob.
What makes you think
- this was murder and not accidental?
- My radiation badge.
It's a thermoluminescent dosimeter.
I wore it to inspect the power plant in
Brazil where we discovered violations.
When I returned four days ago, the
film from my badge was processed.
- And the glow curve?
- Detected no exposure.
Said everything was fine.
Brazilians aware of your findings?
From my line of questioning,
I'd say they knew they were busted.
Brazil has a history
of covert attempts
to secure nuclear weaponry
with Germany's aid.
Yeah, it's an unsavoury partnership.
It goes back to the fall
of the Third Reich.
I'll need access to your offices
and your inspection team.
I told Transport
I want to move him to AFRRI.
- That's the Armed Forces--
- Radiobiology Research Institute.
In my line of work,
we call it something else.
What's that?
The last exit.
TONY: Okay, ready? Look away now.
Look at me. Close your eyes.
Now look back really fast.
Open them up. Anything?
- No, still nothing.
- Okay. Squat down.
Squat down, close your eyes
and then jump up and look.
Ow.
Ziva, you find out
how you know the lieutenant?
Not yet. He's been to Israel twice
in the past decade.
We're never in the same city.
He's also been
to Iran, Bulgaria, Pakistan,
- Kuwait, Croatia, Korea and Slovenia.
- Guy gets around.
I left out Canada.
Ducky's transferring him to AFRRI
in Bethesda. Ziva, go with him.
- Protection detail?
- Not sure yet. DiNozzo.
On it. Tracing his phone calls,
bank accounts,
- everyone he's ever met in his life.
- Leave that to McGee. You're with me.
- Uh, McGee's not here.
- Where the hell is McGee?
Abby is testing my clothes
for radiation
- Pick up where DiNozzo left off.
- Got it, boss.
If clothes make the man,
what does that make McGee?
- Male nurse?
- No,
Aqua Smurf.
DUCKY: I've e-mailed your records
to the doctors at AFRRI.
They'll be running more tests.
Try to conserve your energy.
You'll need it later.
I don't want to see you back
on my cold table.
- I appreciate your help, doc.
- Good luck.
[DOOR OPENS]
You forget something, doc?
Special Agent Gibbs
asked me to accompany you.
I'm Officer David.
I'd, uh, shake your hand, but...
Um, actually, it would be best
to avoid all bodily contact.
You sound just like my prom date.
Would you mind smiling for me?
- Do I have something in my teeth?
- No.
You can stop smiling.
[GRUNTS]
- I'm sorry.
- Don't be.
Do we know each other?
Where did you go to college?
Israel.
- Could we have met at a conference?
- Yes,
except I've never been to one.
Burning Man, 2002.
Extreme Twister Camp.
I don't even know what that means.
It took two hours
but I finally found three seats
in a non-stop Lufthansa flight
to Gdansk.
- Can you leave next Thursday?
- Holly, I don't know
even if we'll be making this trip.
I'll know more after I talk to NCIS.
- Special Agent Gibbs?
- The sooner the better
- because this cancellation--
- Leave the itinerary.
I'm Mark Sadowski.
We spoke on the phone.
Diane, NCIS is here.
Which one
is Lieutenant Sanders' desk?
- It's clean.
TONY: I can see that.
He means they swept the office,
DiNozzo.
When Roy said he was throwing up,
we checked radiation levels.
- They're within normal limits.
- |'|| gather his things.
Hi, I'm Diane Russio.
- How's Roy?
- Transferred to AFRRI.
We were hoping
it was just food poisoning.
- Radiation.
- You know where he was exposed?
- Not yet.
- It couldn't have been Brazil.
We toured the facility together,
and Diane and l aren't sick.
Could someone have done this
on purpose?
- We'll need your radiation badges.
MARK: Of course.
After hours in Brazil,
did all of you stick together?
MARK: Uh, we stayed in the
same hotel. Ate the same food.
Roy would get up early and run.
Oh, the night before we left, we hit
the local bars for a cerveja and a cigar.
Roy left early.
- Alone?
- I was with him.
We just went straight back
to the hotel.
Yeah, I'm 30 years older
than both of them
and they're the ones
who are too tired to party.
I'll go get my badge.
So can we visit Roy?
- Answers, Abs.
- I got them, Gibbs.
I took Lieutenant Sanders' dosimeter
apart and I discovered that it is hinky.
I might even call it hinky-dory.
Oh, come on, Gibbs.
It's a little cute.
Okay. Um, if you follow this red beam,
you can see there's no clear path
between the photomultiplier tubes
and the crystal lattice.
This little piece of plastic
is blocking the light emissions.
- This sabotage?
- Or faulty manufacturing.
I mean, it's a state-of—the-art
life-saving device,
but it's still made
from injection-moulded plastic.
Just like a Happy Meal toy. You know
how sometimes you get one of those
and there'll be a blob of plastic
and you've to bend it back and forth?
Abby?
- Somebody needs a Happy Meal.
- What about these?
Um, these are operational. No globs.
Their reading was a true positive.
My conclusion is that Sanders had
a bad batch. There was no foul play.
If he hadn't gotten sick,
he wouldn't have even noticed.
I need to talk to Ducky.
Hey, Duck.
Jethro, / was just about to call you.
Lieutenant Sanders wasn't poisoned
at the power plant.
I know. The radiobiology lab identified
the isotope in his blood.
It was thallium.
Wow.
That is nasty stuff.
Isn't the non-radioactive form
of that used for rat poison?
Oh, yes.
It's lethal and extremely effective.
Colour/ess, odour/ess,
tasteless and soluble in water.
Are you thinking ingestion?
Oh, most likely.
And no longer than 72 hours ago.
Okay, so now we know the when.
We just have to figure out why,
how and who.
The pigment, Prussian blue, has been
applied by artists since the 17003.
Yeah, it was used
by van Gogh, Monet, Picasso.
- Me.
- How long until it takes effect?
About 24 hours.
Prussian blue works best
when it's used
or taken as a preventative measure
before exposure,
or right after. But in the meantime,
let's see if you can replace the fluids
you lost without an IV.
We prefer oral feeding
to maintain the integrity of your gut.
My gut has integrity.
So does my spleen.
Now, you can eat anything you want
just so long as it's low microbial.
But no drinking, no smoking.
- Are we done?
- One more thing:
We need to keep
his stress levels down.
- We're in the middle of an in--
- In the middle of an investigation.
I have to go.
Anyplace I can get some fresh air?
This facility has an open-air garden.
- They catch it in time?
- Uh, unclear.
The next 24 hours are key.
I'm more interested in the past.
I want a list of every sip,
every bite, every kiss,
every time he's hit the head
in the past 72 hours.
Do you think he's hiding something?
Have you placed him yet?
No.
You place him first, Ziva.
Trust later.
ABBY: There are only trace amounts
of radiation on your clothes.
But I'm still glad we tested them
because it's better to be safe
than glowing.
- Where's my jacket?
- It's here.
It's really soft.
Rub that against
a certain part of your body--
- You didn't.
- I don't even have that part.
Thank you for taking good care
of myjacket.
You're welcome.
Ugh!
What?
I promised you I wouldn't stain it.
Just put your hand over it like this.
That looks very natural. Thank you.
So did you find anything in the stuff
Tony took from the lieutenant's desk?
Nothing yet.
I'm checking all the protein bars
for needle puncture marks.
You think the killer injected them
with thallium?
That's what I'd do.
It's pretty devious.
Using something so healthy
to make someone so sick.
So the rest of the pizza
is inside your refrigerator?
Yeah. I mean, you can test it but I,
for one, trust Papa Don implicitly.
- Then what?
- | brushed my teeth
and then I went to bed.
l was jetlagged but I still got up
to run the next morning.
What time?
Oh, 5:30.
I thought I was the only one
who got up that early to exercise.
Nope.
I had water from the tap
and an energy gel.
- Raspberry.
- Noted.
Then I ran the two miles
from my apartment
to the Custis Trail,
which runs along the--
- The Potomac.
- Right.
- Then I headed over the--
- The Arlington Memorial Bridge.
You passed a woman
wearing a yellow Windbreaker.
- Is she part of the plot?
- No, she's me.
You're the one who wears
the fluorescent-orange watch cap
when you run, correct?
Right, yeah.
So the cars will notice me.
People too.
I pass you every morning.
I'm going east, you're going west.
Don't you recognise me?
- I'm sorry, no.
- How about now?
I mean, you gotta picture me
sweating and panting and, you know?
Yeah, of course. I know you.
Yeah, you have a smooth stride,
great carriage.
I often turn after you pass
to admire your technique.
- Are you serious?
- Yeah. Yeah.
You have a very cute,
tight technique.
[LAUGHS]
Um... How far
did you run that morning?
[GROANS]
Eight miles. Went home. Showered
and headed to the field office.
I ate two protein bars at my desk.
Then at 1200, Mark and I headed
to Oakwood Shooting Range.
- Where's that?
- Near Andrews.
- What do you shoot?
- Glock.
That's a good choice.
I had a bacon cheeseburger with fries
washed down with a large coffee.
You run like a health nut
and eat like a slob.
Ha. I've always weighed the same.
People told me at 40
my body would change.
I guess I might not have to worry
about that.
Have you made a will?
I'm sorry. That was too blunt. |--
No, no, no.
I like blunt.
I was thinking your beneficiary
would have a potential motive.
Well, the joke's on them
because |--
I don't have a will.
Mark Sadowski, senior member
of the team. He's about to retire.
You know what that means.
- He gets a watch?
- No, somebody's gonna bump him off.
Standard procedure
in '703 cop flicks.
Did Sadowski and Sanders
get along?
Worked together nine years.
Neither filed a complaint
or request for transfer.
What about the other inspector?
Ah. Diane Russio.
Something's up with her.
She made Gibbs'
Spidey-sense tingle.
Oh, hey. Oh, hey, hey.
Don't touch that.
Sanders' car can be a hot zone.
This car? I doubt it.
Rem is low. It's safe.
After you, probie.
Ooh.
Reeks of cigar.
It's a manly scent. Good for you.
You know what this guy
being poisoned reminds me of?
- A movie?
- Yeah, but what movie?
A movie I've never seen.
D. O.A., it's called.
1950 film-noir classic.
This accountant goes
to San Francisco, parties.
Wakes up, finds he's poisoned.
He has 24 hours to find--
I found something.
Is it dangerous?
Do you want kids?
Kidding. The rem count's not that high.
We should take it to X—ray.
Let's see what we've got in here.
Ugh.
- Body parts?
- Gym clothes.
Get them to Abby.
Ziva called
with a list of Sanders' movements,
where he went, what he ate.
We'll start at his apartment, collect
these items, sweep for radiation.
- Ziva figure out how she knew him?
- Personal connection.
Ziva has personal connections?
Lieutenant.
Did I startle you?
A little.
I'd say I was paranoid
but someone just poisoned me.
Who?
Well, I've racked my brain
for enemies at work but I, uh...
I can't think of anyone.
What about your private life?
Do you have a girlfriend?
Are you asking me
in a professional capacity?
Yes.
I don't have one.
Why not? Professional follow-up.
Well, I wouldn't date anyone
I work with and outside of work,
I've never met a woman who could
understand why I do what I do.
The focus, the risks, the sacrifices.
They always want me to go teach
or go to law school.
But I love what I do.
I believe there are good guys
who need protection
and bad guys who need monitoring.
It's a mission, not a job.
"All that is necessary for evil
to succeed
is that good men do nothing."
That's my favourite quote ever.
[GASPING]
Sorry, uh...
I felt a little dizzy.
I have to get you into bed.
[LAUGHING]
I'm not saying anything.
Sorry, it's the English.
How long do you think
he's gonna be in here?
- Hey.
- Roy.
Hi.
I'm sorry. No contact.
I can't believe this happened.
Are you gonna be all right?
Well, I hope so.
[SIGHS]
[GRUNTING]
MARK: We'll probably just cancel
next week's trip.
- Which one?
- Pakistan, Uzbekistan and Russia.
It's one of those "if this is Tuesday,
it must be Tashkent" trips.
Don't cancel.
See if Howard's available.
He's a good man.
DIANE:
Oh. Careful.
Sorry. I'm a...
I'm a bit wiped out.
Well, we'll let you get some rest.
See you tomorrow, okay?
I need to talk to you. It's about
Lieutenant Sanders' personal life.
Um... He says he doesn't have
a girlfriend, that he doesn't date either.
Hard to believe but I think it's true.
Mr. Sadowski, would you mind
giving us a moment alone?
I'll be at the elevators.
You know something.
It's about Brazil.
When you two went back
to the hotel together?
Roy tell you about that?
No, my boss did.
What happened?
Nothing.
Tell me.
Nothing.
I got a little drunk.
I knocked on his door.
He wouldn't let me in.
I was a complete idiot
and he was a complete gentleman.
Or maybe he's gay.
Oh, I don't think he's gay.
- How do you know?
- I saw the way he looked at you.
The higher levels of radiation
are due to the concentration
of Lieutenant Sanders' sweat.
He made his clothes radioactive,
not vice versa.
Abs, it's over.
[SIGHS]
I just hate to see the first one
of the morning end.
I did get one unexpected piece
of information.
Lieutenant Sanders had
a computerised chip in his left sneaker
to log his workouts.
One of those experimental
DOD things?
Um, no. You can buy them
at any running store.
It transmits into this.
l was able to access
his exercise logs.
These are the last two weeks
of his workout.
He's a machine.
Eight miles every day in under an hour.
- Lieutenant Sanders was poisoned--
- Right around here.
Well, his last two workouts,
they were only slightly off pace.
Does that tell you something
about the case?
It tells me something about the man.
- Like what?
- Like he would have made
a damn good Marine.
He's sleeping again?
We took a walk around the garden
and it knocked him out.
We got the second test results back.
Was the Prussian blue effective?
No.
Lieutenant Sanders' lymphocytes
are continuing to decrease
and his radiation levels
are higher than when he was admitted.
It doesn't make any sense.
It does if he's still being poisoned.
There's no mistake, Gibbs.
The doctor said Lieutenant Sanders'
radiation levels are increasing.
He '3 still being poisoned.
Someone wanted to finish the job.
Not a lot of people
have access to him. Nurses,
- doctors.
- People preparing his food.
- Could be a lot.
- Plus he had two visitors from work
yesterday.
Diane Russio and Mark Sadowski.
Were they alone with him?
Yes.
At one point I went
to the vending machine.
One of them
could've slipped it in water.
What about Tony and McGee?
Have they followed up on the list
- of locations?
- Swept Sanders' apartment, office,
running paths yesterday. All clean.
- They'll hit the rest today.
- This is starting to look very targeted.
Whoever did this
is not just after any nuclear inspector.
Sanders know
he's still being poisoned?
Not yet.
I'm worried it will increase his stress.
Your call. You stick with him, Ziva.
Like tattoos on Abby.
I think this will make you feel better.
They tested the pizza
inside the refrigerator
and, um, you were right
about Papa Don.
- Yes. Exonerated.
- Ha-ha-ha.
Did they, um...?
Did they find any clues?
Any answers?
Not yet.
But they're still looking.
Well, tell them to hurry up. I wanna
know who killed me before I die.
Ziva?
Can you do something else for me?
- Of course.
- Can you find me a lawyer?
I think I need to write my will.
Mark and Roy came here a couple
of times a week, usually at lunchtime.
You check out Roy's two perfect
targets hanging inside?
Missed them.
Which station did they use?
Oh, we don't keep track.
At lunchtime it's first available.
But if you really need to know,
I got a security camera.
Insurance made me
put it in last year after I got sued.
- Personal injury?
- Sexual harassment.
See, I like to come up behind a shooter
and correct his stance.
Most appreciate it.
One guy from Utah didn't.
- Bet I could correct your stance.
- I'm okay with my stance.
Sure would like to teach you how to
position your shoulders over your hips.
We should get the security footage
and review it to see where they were.
No need.
I think we just found our hot zone.
I've been working
for 30 hours straight.
- This is only my fourth cup of the day.
- Mossad.
Hot liquid. I'd let her have it, McGee.
Thanks.
So you spent the night
in the lieutenant's room, huh?
Yes.
We stayed up late talking.
Yeah, I remember staying up late
in college talking.
What's that look on your face?
- What look?
- You falling in love with a dying man?
- Of course not.
- Hey.
The look on your face says you are.
When did you become
an expert on love?
Last time I checked,
your idea of a long-term commitment
was a three-day weekend.
- What's that look on your face?
- Nothing.
- I was gonna say--
- I know what you're gonna say.
Next time Lieutenant Sanders and I
stay up late talking,
we're gonna use a lead condom.
- Thank you.
- No, Ziva.
I was gonna say
I hope he pulls through,
but you should know
that I found a photo
of an attractive woman,
a kid and a Husky in his desk.
How did he ingest the thallium?
Well, they ate lunch
at the shooting range,
and Abby's combing
through the physical evidence
but we still haven't found
the smoking gun.
We swept the Dumpsters
at the range but the levels were low.
- Same with the kitchen.
- Two food preparers,
two servers. They all scanned clean.
So did Dee Dee and she's the rather
eccentric woman who runs the place.
Then Roy-- Sorry. Lieutenant Sanders
must have been contaminated
at the point of consumption.
Oh, you think someone
spiked his hamburger or his coffee?
Who got near his food?
I watched the security footage
and Mark Sadowski is with him
the whole time.
But you can't see the table
or the food.
The cameras are trained
on the shooting stalls.
Oh, believe me.
You don't wanna know why that is.
Someone could have come
from the back. Not been seen.
Sadowski was at the range
and he was here,
which places him
at both contamination sites.
- Bring him in.
- On it, boss.
I thought I told you to stay with
Lieutenant Sanders the whole time.
Agent Lee's with him.
He's making out his will.
You can't die unless you see a lawyer.
Hey.
He may not die.
He may pull through.
Officer David,
I need you to witness the document.
In case you're wondering,
I left it all to my sister.
I hope she appreciates it.
- We fight a lot.
- Someday I'll tell you about my family.
Yeah, well, don't wait too long.
- Does your sister have a Husky?
- How'd you know?
That's a nice addition to any family.
Do you have a dog?
No.
[COUGHING]
I'll file this with the court
but I hope we don't need to execute it
for a very long, long time.
- Thank you, Agent Lee.
- You're welcome.
Ziva, Abby sent back
some of his things.
You know a lot
about handling radioactive materials.
Sure. For myjob.
You were at the shooting range with
Lieutenant Sanders a few days ago?
Yeah, we had lunch.
Slipped him a little thallium?
I've never touched thallium. Look,
I had nothing to do
with Roy getting poisoned. Nothing.
Skip the denials. Tell me why.
This is my favourite part.
- The part where Gibbs breaks him?
- No.
The part right before
Gibbs breaks him,
when the guy still thinks
he has a chance.
VVhy?
- There is no why.
- Why?
I didn't do it. I would never hurt Roy.
Sit down.
He's my friend.
We travelled the world together.
When I thought I had prostate cancer,
he was the first person I called.
So if you have any proof I did this,
lay it out for me. Let me see it
because I know it doesn't exist.
He'll break him.
I finished analysing the debris
that I vacuumed
- from the shooting-range gravel.
- Was it our prime suspect?
You mean Frenchie?
No. The fry registered
scant radioactivity after it was dusted.
None of the larger items
are contaminated
but the micro debris
was through the roof.
Were you able to break down
its components?
Well, it took me a while
but I isolated human skin,
human hair, lint,
tobacco ash, both large and small,
salt, pepper, dirt and pollen. Ducky?
Ducky?
He '3 gone.
Oh.
I gotta go too.
I guess when you gotta go,
you gotta go.
- Make it fast, Duck.
- We found the smoking gun,
with the emphasis on smoking.
Abby isolated large radioactive ash
from the debris
from the shooting range.
It wasn't ingestion. It was inhalation.
Someone injected the thallium
into the cigar.
Yes, it's very efficient, too,
because the lungs feed directly
into the bloodstream.
Sadowski mentioned hitting the bars
with Lieutenant Sanders
- for cerveja and a cigar. So--
- Wait, boss.
I need to show you something.
I really hope it's not that YouTube clip
I sent him this morning
because it's a little--
Well, I downloaded
the security-camera feed
from the shooting range.
Here's the isolated footage of Mark
Sadowski and Lieutenant Sanders.
If you had laced a cigar
with thallium,
would you stick around
to breathe in the smoke?
That's not likely.
It's like pulling the pin on a grenade,
handing it to someone
and then standing beside them.
Sadowski didn't know
they were contaminated with radiation.
[COUGHING]
N0. Stay here.
TONY:
Explains why you couldn't break him.
He didn't do it.
- Where are they?
- What are you talking about?
The cigars you smoke when you
go outside to get some fresh air.
Okay, I had a puff or two.
I know the doctors said no--
No! Where are they?
I had no idea
you were so anti-smoking.
Honestly, at this point
I consider myself lucky
- to live long enough to die of cancer.
- Look, Roy,
these cigars are laced with thallium.
- Were they a gift?
- I bought them myself.
Duty-free, Sao Paulo Airport.
Who else had access to these?
They were in my desk
until I stuck them in my bag.
- Oh, man.
- Okay. Okay. You need to relax.
- You need to stay calm.
- It's all right, Roy.
It's all right. Deep breaths, now.
Take deep breaths.
Keep breathing.
McGEE: Two out of three
inspectors poisoned.
Someone's targeting the agency.
Make enemies
wherever they've been.
Or wherever they're going.
You stick with Sadowski, DiNozzo.
McGee, get Diane Russio in here.
She's the only inspector
who isn't sick.
Yet.
We do a dozen inspections a year,
Agent Gibbs,
in a dozen different countries.
People don't like us.
But I can't believe
any government would sanction this.
Thank you.
We all got tested after Roy.
My results were negative.
Am I still at risk?
Low-level exposure.
Lieutenant Sanders was the target.
You have an inspection next week?
Roy insisted we still go.
But now that Mark's sick...
- Where?
- That's classified.
We prefer
if they don't know we're coming.
Need to know.
Russia, Pakistan and Uzbekistan.
Names of the facilities?
OPERATOR: MTAC Operations.
- I need satellite time.
- lcan. When do you need it?
- Now.
Last one, boss.
Tashkent, Uzbekistan.
Image of the Tashkent reactor
stabilising.
Before the fall of the Soviet Union,
Uzbekistan was the top producer
of weapons-grade materials.
- If they wanted to put it back--
- They'd bring the pieces in
with heavy equipment trucks
like these. A lot of activity.
Looks like
they're building something.
Or pulling it down.
- I need a shot from earlier this week.
- Try the same location 96 hours ago.
TECHNICIAN:
Accessing now.
McGEE:
Someone's expecting guests.
Get that footage to DOD
and IAEA headquarters in Vienna.
- DiNozzo.
- Hey.
Someone tipped off Uzbekistan.
Ask Sadowski who knew.
Sadowski is out of it, boss.
The doctor sedated him.
Lieutenant Sanders, then.
Checking.
McGee, I want bank records
for everyone working at the agency.
I want details for every inspection
ever done on that facility.
- I feel like I'm running a marathon.
- You are.
I called my parents.
Mom's taking it bad.
The good news is Dad's gonna fix it.
They're on their way here.
He's gonna turn it all around.
- Call in some favours.
- Ask the right questions.
Because every problem has a solution.
- Exactly.
- God, he sounds a lot like my father.
He was tough on me
but I made him proud.
Do they have far to travel?
Too far.
They'll need to be here anyway.
Decisions to make.
I'd like for you to meet them.
- Is that weird?
- No.
I would like to meet them.
How is he?
- He's fighting.
- Gibbs has a question for him.
I think he just fell asleep.
Lieutenant?
- Lieutenant Sanders?
- Ziva?
I'm here. Agent DiNozzo
needs to ask you a question.
Who knew you were going
to Uzbekistan next week?
Classified.
Who decided where you'd go?
My decision.
Short list.
- Kept everyone guessing.
- Who'd you tell?
Roy?
Lieutenant.
Who did you tell, Roy?
- Mark. Itold Mark.
- You done?
Who else did you tell?
Roy?
Anyone else?
Diane. Just...
Just Mark and Diane.
Diane.
Okay.
Thank you.
Hey, boss. The lieutenant says
only two others knew
he was going to Uzbekistan.
Mark Sadowski and Diane Russio.
- How is he?
- He's fading fast.
Boss, inspectors have been back
to Uzbekistan
six times in the past four years.
Next week's inspection would've been
number seven.
Sanders has been
at every one of them.
- That makes him an expert.
- If anything had changed,
he's the guy
that would've noticed.
Explains why they targeted him.
What makes you think it was them,
McGee?
- Dr. Mallard.
- Hey, Duck.
- I need you to check something.
- Mm-hm.
The other side.
Hmm. Well, you know you've been
in the hospital too long
when you've figured out
the vending machine.
You think I've been here too long?
Do you want some of this?
That's Roy's sister.
The woman in the photo.
The one with the kid and the dog.
I had to ask him, Ziva.
I know.
- Are you okay?
- Part of mejust wants to run.
You know, I can't believe this is
happening to me. To me, of all people.
Well, you shouldn't take it
as a sign of weakness.
Well, then how should I take it,
Tony?
Character building? Life affirming?
Somehow I don't think
Roy sees it that way.
I'm sorry.
Sorry.
Ziva.
I'm dying of boredom in there.
It's okay. I've got you.
Hey,
what's a guy gotta do
to get a pretty girl
to take a walk in the garden?
Roy.
You shouldn't be out of bed.
You need to be in bed.
- It's okay. I can manage.
- He needs to--
Dr. Hass, excuse me.
Can I speak to you for a second?
|think-- I think I may have
been exposed.
I don't know.
I don't mean to be an alarmist
but I got that burning sensation
and the headaches
- and the vomiting and the whole thing.
- Diarrhoea? You've got diarrhoea?
Yeah, like a tap.
And itjust hit me. And I...
Okay, let's sit you down.
We're gonna need to run some tests.
Ah, Jethro. As per your request,
I've reviewed the results of the tests
carried out on the agency staff
after it was confirmed
that the lieutenant had been exposed.
And I've found
what you were looking for.
Trace amounts of ferric ferrocyanide.
Prussian blue.
Someone was taking it
prophylactically
as a preventative measure, Jethro.
Who?
Her.
Got her, boss. Fifty thousand in cash
deposited over the past three months.
Closed the account this morning.
Shifted the funds offshore.
Looks like she's about
to do a runner.
- Where is she now?
- Just checked. Still in the office.
No. I don't want to travel via London.
I want a direct flight.
Yeah. Yes,
I know it's last-minute but I'm--
- Look, there must be other carriers.
- Miss Russio.
Agent Gibbs.
Your travel coordinator,
Holly Stegman?
Okay, she just left me here
with this mess. Flight plans--
- Which way?
- I'm trying--
Which way?
Parking garage.
Come on.
McGEE:
Stop!
McGEE:
Stop!
No.
No. No. Wait.
- Wait. No.
- Out of the car.
I didn't mean to do it.
I couldn't kill Roy
any more than I could run over you.
I wanted to make him sick
so he couldn't travel. That's all.
He would've known.
He would have realised
it was either Mark or me.
Just tell me. Wait.
Tell me I didn't kill him.
No. No. No. I didn't--
She could've killed you, boss.
[HOLLY SOBBING]
- What a perfect day for a run.
- Mm.
I'd even consider a double loop.
I have something of yours.
[CHUCKLES]
I remember you now.
All those mornings I ran right past you.
You blasted past me.
I, uh...
| used to put in a little extra kick
to impress the ladies.
Ha-ha-ha. Well, it worked.
I'm sorry we never got
to run together.
Me too.
Do you think you'd notice...
...that I was no longer there?
That I'd stopped running?
Yes, I would've noticed.
I would have missed seeing you.
But eventually
you would've forgotten me.
Yes.
I won't forget you now.