NCIS (2003–…): Season 4, Episode 24 - Angel of Death - full transcript
Jen returns from Paris; seconds later a taxicab at Dulles hits a pedestrian; at home Jen finds a curious sight in her study; at Jeanne's hospital she meets the injured walker, Dee, who's agitated and uncooperative. The Department of Homeland Security has ordered all NCIS agents in Washington to take polygraph tests; Fornell tells Gibbs the who and why behind that. Dee receives two strange visitors, and he arrests; Tony sees that Dee had just returned from Caracas, Venezuela, and he comments on that; Dee dies; later Tony and Jeanne encounter the visitors in the morgue; they together deal with a problem. Jen summons most of the gang back to the shop on a Friday night; Gibbs gives McGee an unusual assignment, and he finishes it; Abby gets a surprising fingerprint match. Jeanne introduces Tony to her father.
(indistinct chatter over P.A.)
(jet engine roaring)
Welcome home, Director.
How was the Interpol conference?
Fine. Full
of Euro cops
trying to hook up
with me.
And, no, I didn't.
Oh, I wasn't wondering if...
I would if I were you.
Now, get in, Cynthia.
Is the agency still intact after
a week with Gibbs in charge?
Mmm, we survived.
(chuckles)
Did Gibbs?
Barely.
(dialing)
(tires screeching,
people gasping)
(people chattering excitedly)
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Welcome home, señora.
Thank you, Noemi.
You hungry, señora?
No, I ate on the plane.
I fix your
favorite paella.
Very well.
I'll have a little.
Okay.
(clock chiming)
Will there be anything
else, Director?
No.
Uh, take Cynthia home.
She's going to argue,
but it's silly
for her to go back
to the office now.
Understood.
What time tomorrow,
Director?
0530, Melvin.
I want to get an early start.
Yes, ma'am.
Noemi, I'll eat in the study.
NOEMI:
Si, señora.
SHEPARD:
My father has been
dead since '95.
He stood where you stand
a mere three weeks ago.
Noemi!
Si, señora?
Who's been in my study?
No one, señora.
Obviously someone.
You no do that?
I no do that.
NOEMI:
Maybe before you leave?
I've been gone for five days.
Didn't you clean in here?
Si, señora.
I... I no see.
I'm sorry, señora.
It's nothing, Noemi.
Don't worry
about it.
ABBY:
Okay, I know this looks
a little weird,
but I couldn't get my hands
on a real polygraph machine,
so I made one.
Um, name.
Name! Tell me your name!
Stop acting like a Nazi.
Come over here.
Scratch my nose, please.
Right side,
right side.
Ow! God, not so hard!
McGee, stop being such a baby.
Name.
Timothy McGee--
no middle initial.
Have you ever used an alias?
Does a nom de plume count?
It does.
Thom E. Gemcity.
Any other names?
No.
(beeping)
No?
No.
Okay, either you
or my polygraph is lying.
And since this is a machine
and it can't lie...
HAL lied
through his chips.
I thought the expression was
"to lie through your teeth."
HAL, the computer. 2001?
Sci-fi classic?
How can a six-year-old movie
be a classic?
The film that was made in 1968.
2001: A Space Odyssey
directed by Stanley Kubrick.
How long do you have to
be in this country...
Guys... I'm trying to prep McGee
for his polygraph on Monday.
Really?
Well, unless you're
a spy, McGeek--
the thought of which
is utterly ludicrous--
what's the sweat?
He panics taking tests.
It's not uncommon.
Started in kindergarten.
Couldn't change his answer.
Hard to
erase crayon.
McGEE:
Tony, it's not funny.
Retaining my
Special Agent status
is dependent on
passing this polygraph.
Oh, this is
definitely a lie.
What'd you ask him?
His name.
You lied about
your name?
No.
Timothy McGee is
my legal name.
Thom E. Gemcity is my pen name.
I don't have any other names.
GIBBS:
Probie.
Yeah, boss.
And Elf Lord.
Two other names.
Why are you torturing McGee?
I am not torturing, McGee.
I am prepping him.
He has his CPS
polygraph on Monday.
Who ordered that?
Homeland Security.
All NCIS agents
must take it--
directors included.
Check your e-mails.
Duh... Monday, 0900.
Tuesday, 1300.
Boss, what time is
your...?
(beeping)
You ever seen
the Angel of Death,
Dr. Benoit?
Skeleton,
hooded black robe, scythe.
I am not kidding, Doctor.
Carly.
Not a skeleton
with a grass-cutter.
That's for kids
on Halloween.
Although, if
he wanted to
he could appear
as a skeleton.
I take it you've seen him?
Once, when my Uncle Luis died.
What did he look like?
Miss Puerto Rico.
MAN:
What are you
talking about?
You can't
keep me here.
You want to
walk, walk.
I can't with this leg iron on.
I want a cast.
After surgery.
Wait a minute...
Wait a minute, are they...
are they going to knock me out?
Oh, I hope not.
(panting)
Where's my backpack?
(gasping):
Where's my bag?
I want my backpack.
Sorry to stick you
with this one, Doctor.
No problem, Annie.
Dr. Jessup wants him
in monkey bars till
he can operate.
Three MGs of Versed,
two of morphine,
15 minutes ago.
And he's still amped up?
Mm-hmm.
I think the boy had more
on board than ER put in him.
Patti said he wouldn't
let them take blood.
And it was a fight
just to get the
leg X-rayed.
Hey, where's my phone?!
Someone stole my phone!
You didn't come in
with one, Devon.
No, I had a cell phone!
I was texting on it when...
When you stepped in front
of a cab at Dulles.
I'm Dr. Benoit, Devon.
Give me a minute.
(groans)
You're hypertensive
and tachycardiac.
What's that?
Not good.
Have you taken drugs
we don't know about?
We're not the
police, Devon.
Our only concern
is your well-being.
I want...
I want to call my sister.
There's a phone in your room.
What do you
think, Doctor?
Keep your eye out for
Miss Puerto Rico.
Visiting our ex-wife?
Waiting for you.
How'd you know I'd be here?
Friday night. Odd weekend.
DIANE:
Hold on, Emily.
Hi, Daddy!
Hey, Em. Be there in a minute.
Diane look that pissed at you
after the divorce?
She's looking at me, Tobias.
Ever think of picking
up a phone?
Hard lines are tapped.
Cell calls snatched
right out of the air.
Turning into a conspiracy nut,
Jethro.
What's next?
Alien abductions?
Only if you don't answer
my question.
Why the polygraphs?
EMILY:
Hi.
No.
Do you still dream
about O.J.-ing Diane?
Nah, Emily kind of likes her.
You?
Only when I think about my
grandfather's railroad watch.
Beautiful chimes.
FBI being polygraphed?
No.
And before you run
through the alphabet soup.
This net is being cast
strictly over NCIS.
Who's doing the fishing?
Obviously, someone who thinks
there's a security risk at NCIS.
CIA.
Who are they after, Tobias?
Your boss.
(rain falling, thunder rumbling)
(doorbell ringing)
Señor Gibbs.
Director home?
I'm in here.
In polite society,
one usually
calls before a visit.
Bourbon?
Kicked in too many doors
to be polite. Yeah.
I appreciate the restraint
you showed
by using the bell.
I've been rather fond of that
door since I was a child.
You could have waited to report
till Monday, Jethro.
That's not why I'm here.
You lost your protection
detail in Paris.
You went missing for 21 hours.
Where were you?
You sound like
a jealous husband.
How would you know?
Do you want this or not?
Don't...
touch that!
It's Scotch.
You drink bourbon.
So do you.
I had another visitor
before you arrived...
unannounced.
Did he duck out the back?
Now you do sound
like a jealous husband.
You go off grid
for 21 hours...
and we're being polygraphed
for a security breach.
Drink your bourbon
and say good night, Gracie.
What were you doing
for 21 hours, Jenny?
What we used to do.
Ever so well.
When you lie, your
right eye twitches.
It always has.
LEE:
You know,
constitutionally,
you can refuse
to take a polygraph.
I'd have to turn in
my badge.
True, but you don't
have to take the test.
Hey, I have an idea.
Why don't
we get Ducky
to tell the examiners
that Tim is just way
too stressed
to take the test?
Ducky's a medical
examiner,
he's not a
psychiatrist.
But he does psychological
profiles.
Of serial killers.
That's good I'll go
from Federal Agent
to serial killer in one day.
It was just a thought.
BARTENDER:
Here you go.
Thanks. Wow.
Great bartender.
You can beat
a polygraph.
No, you can't.
I've done it, Abby.
It's part of Mossad training.
All you have to do...
Oh, hello!
If it's unethical,
I can't hear it!
Well, don't listen.
Fine.
La-la-la-la-la.
Go ahead...
May we join you?
Hey, Ducky, here
take my chair.
No, no, no, no,
Timothy.
At a bar, I
prefer to stand.
Me, too.
Macallan neat.
Mineral water on the side.
No ice.
Uh...
I'll take a, uh,
chocolate martini.
Just kidding.
Uh, make that a
Green Fairy Mojito.
BARTENDER:
You got it.
Why is everybody
so dour?
It's TGIF
and Happy Hour!
Homeland Security's
ordering us
to take a polygraph.
That's rather odd.
But there's nothing
to worry about.
Unless... you're a spy.
Why are you looking at me?!
I'm trying to lighten
the atmosphere
with a little humor.
I don't think they expect you
to be funny, Doctor.
That didn't
come out right.
No, I should
say not.
I mean I don't think they
expect a Scotsman to be funny.
Stop digging, Jimmy.
You've almost
reached China.
DUCKY:
Yeah, a round
for my friends on me.
ZIVA:
Dispelling
two misconceptions
about Scotsmen
in one night.
Does anyone know
where the rest rooms are?
I do!
Okay.
DUCKY:
Uh, one moment!
First... a toast!
Please, God,
make it quick.
Amen.
May the best you've ever seen
be the worst you'll ever see.
May a mouse never leave
your girnal
with a teardrop in his eye.
(phone ringing)
May you stay
hale and hearty
until you're old enough to die.
(phone ringing)
May you always be as happy
as we wish you
all to be.
Guys, I'm sorry
I gotta go.
Uh, me, too.
DUCKY:
Oh, um...
Great toast,
Ducky.
Uh... thank you.
Terrific.
Really good,
Doctor.
May a mouse never
leave your girdle
with a teardrop in his eye.
Not girdle, girnal.
It's an oat bin.
If it was empty,
a mouse would cry.
To dry-eyed mice.
Here, here.
(laughing)
Stupid bastard.
I don't think that Dee meant
to get hit by a...
Why didn't
you push it?
It was lit.
Oh.
I'd have pushed it anyway.
And why is that?
To watch it light up.
(chuckles)
Why don't you get her some help?
ER's on one.
(imitating DeNiro
in Taxi Driver):
You talking to me?
Yeah, I'm talking
to you, Bobby.
His name is Nick.
Shut up, Bernie.
But he thinks
that your name is Bobby.
Don't you?
No.
He thinks his name is Bobby.
Don't you?
You don't think your
name is Bobby,
do you, Nick?
Shut up. Can't you see
he's a cop?
Hey, ER said Devon Watson
was up here.
He called his sister
to pick him up.
I'm his sister.
He hasn't gone
into surgery.
Surgery? For a broken leg?
It's a severe compound fracture.
Put a splint on it.
Is there a problem here, Carly?
I don't know.
Do we have a problem?
No problem.
My girl's worried about
her brother, that's all.
Wants to see him.
Yeah, can I see Dee?
That's up to Dr. Benoit.
I need this stat.
Sure.
This is Mr. Watson's
sister, Dr. Benoit.
Bernadette.
But everybody calls me Bernie.
And you are?
A friend.
JEANNE:
Have a name...
friend?
Nick.
He thinks
his name is Bobby.
Room 331.
Ten minutes.
I wanted to be a doctor.
Um, but my dad...
She doesn't want to hear
about your life history, Bernie.
I told you
to keep your trap shut.
Sorry.
I didn't think doctors
cleaned out urinals.
We draw the line
at bedpans.
(chuckles)
Want to take
a 15 minute break with me?
We'll be in the
cafeteria, Carly.
Okay, Doctor.
And clock that ten minutes.
What's with you calling
that loser Bobby?
Well, he was doing DeNiro
in the elevator.
You know, like,
(as DeNiro):
You talkin' to me?
You talkin' to me?!
So I called him Bobby.
Sometimes you are
so juvenile.
Yes, but it
makes me loveable.
(thunder rumbling)
You don't look so good, Dee.
I don't feel so good, Bernie.
Does it hurt?
Shut up, Bernie.
You got to get out of here.
Man, they won't
let me out.
They can't keep you.
All you got to do
is sign a release.
What... what about my leg?
We'll fix it later.
I can't walk.
NICK:
That's why they
make the chairs
with those... you know,
things that go round.
Oh, wheelchairs!
I'm really
scared, man.
I'm feeling
really cold, Nick.
I think I might be leaking.
Be cool, Dee, be cool.
You're not leaking.
Don't let me die here, man.
You're not going
to die, honey.
(sobbing)
I got to tell somebody.
No, no...
I've got to tell somebody.
You're not going to tell
anybody nothing!
Stop!
Stop it, Nick!
You're killing him!
Shut up.
I hope this stops by morning.
I want you to see the house
in sunshine.
It leaks.
No, it doesn't leak.
It has bats.
Bats don't come out
in the sunshine.
I hate bats-- ever
since I saw Dracula.
You're chickening out
on me, aren't you?
After you promised?
Did I say Scout's honor?
Wow, you drive
a hard bargain.
Okay. Yes,
I want to see the house.
Just as long as seeing
doesn't necessarily
mean buying.
No, of course it doesn't.
I just want you to give it
some serious consideration.
Oh, you can count on that.
Especially after last night.
I think that, uh, you deserve...
I'm sorry, that was
you last night, right?
With the mask
and the strange headgear?
(pager beeping)
Code blue.
Code blue.
CARLY:
Hang in there, Devon.
You're going to be okay.
Got the pulse ox.
What do we have?
Blood pressure 80/40.
Heart 150.
Don't need that
drug panel now.
Where's the crash cart?
Coming in.
Carly and I have him.
Annie, two milligram Naloxone
I.V. push.
Got it. Two
milligrams I.V. push.
Lungs are clear.
Pupils are pinpoint
and un-reactive.
B.P. 75/35,
Heart rate 160.
EKG leads.
Okay, lift him
on three.
B.P. 65/35.
Heart rate's 175.
EKG leads in place.
He's in V-tach.
How'd he go sour
so fast?
He flew in from Caracas
three hours ago.
He's probably body-packing
heroin.
The bags must have burst.
We've got V-fib.
He's stopped breathing.
Damn.
BERNIE:
No!
Start bagging him.
Charge to 360.
Dee!
Still in V-fib.
Should I give him
an amp of epi?
Not till we shock him.
Still in V-fib.
No pressure, no pulse.
Should I keep bagging him?
No, we've got
to shock him.
Everybody clear.
(Bernie sniffling)
I'm sorry, Ms. Watson.
Me, too.
Where's he taking him?
Hospital morgue.
We pick him
up there?
No, you do not
pick him up there.
Sign it, Bernie.
How's Carly?
Not bad considering
she saw the Angel of Death.
Mm-hmm. What did this one
look like?
Shirley Temple.
(chuckles)
JEANNE:
I don't like losing patients.
If your brother had told us
he was body-packing drugs,
we might have saved him.
Or if you had told us.
I don't know
what's in Dee's gut, Doc.
And neither do you.
Now...
where do we pick up his body?
City morgue
after he's been autopsied.
We don't need an autopsy.
I do.
(crying)
Come on,
we got to get out of here.
(groans)
Suck it up, Bernie!
You got
to get me somethin', Nick.
I'm gettin' too shaky to walk.
Pharmacy downstairs. I'll get
cough syrup with codeine.
That ain't gonna help much.
Never pimp a junkie.
I ain't a junkie!
(shrieks)
Then walk out of here!
(whimpering)
Come on.
Get go...
get going.
He knew Devon was body-packing
and said nothing.
Well, he didn't want
to lose his shipment.
That makes him an accessory.
Yeah? How could you
prove that, Jeanne?
I don't know, but I can't
just let him walk out of here.
Dr. Benoit, you don't want
to get involved.
I am involved, Annie.
That boy didn't have to die.
No, but that is not your fault.
Jeanne, the coroner's
going to do an autopsy.
He's going to find the
drugs, notify narcotics.
What more can you do than that?
I...
I don't know.
I feel so damn helpless!
ANNIE:
They're all like that
the first year.
At least the good ones.
It takes a little while
to get calluses.
I don't know if Jeanne
ever will, Annie.
Love.
(Bernie panting)
You pushed
the wrong button!
Ow! Sorry.
(elevator bell dings)
What are you doing down here?
Pushed the wrong button.
(Bernie sniffles)
Morgue down here?
Why?
Bernie might want to take
a last look at her brother.
Morgue's closed.
There's no one
down here, anyway.
Her brother's here.
(laughs)
I don't think that's funny.
(elevator bell dings)
Hey, boss, what's up?
There's a letter
on your desk.
Sign it.
(low, rolling thunder)
(keyboard keys clicking,
computer trilling)
What is it?
Just sign it, Tim.
It's a get out
of jail free card.
Boss, why would I need
such a card?
Because you're going
to hack into the CIA.
(rolling thunder)
Wake up!
Wake up! Wake up! Wake up!
Okay, I know you guys have been
working really hard lately,
and I promised that
you could have the weekend off,
but this sounds
like an emergency,
so I need everybody
to get those electrons flowing!
If anybody is not up to it,
I need to know now,
not when the Director arrives.
Something's wrong.
(beeping)
(whoosh)
(electrical humming)
(instrumental rock music
with strong percussion plays)
Ready.
Thanks for coming in
on such short notice, Abby.
Neither rain, nor snow,
nor sleet, nor hail
will keep this scientist
from her appointed rounds.
Nice.
You've adopted what
the post office has forgotten.
Did you climb
the Eiffel Tower?
No.
No?
How can you be in Paris
and not climb
the Eiffel Tower?!
I want to know
whose fingerprints are on these.
Chain of evidence
is not important.
I'll be in my office.
(thunder rumbling)
(keyboard keys clattering)
McGEE:
Boss, you were right.
The order
to polygraph
came from Homeland Security's
Assistant Director for
Infrastructure Protection.
But it didn't originate
from there.
I traced into his
IMAP account
using an encryption
algorithm developed...
You're not really interested
in how I did this, are you?
Nope, I'm not.
Okay, well, the order went
from Homeland Security
to China, then Kurdistan.
It went through
a secondary server in India
to the island of Cypress.
Then through Puerto Rico.
Where it followed a bank line
back to D.C. and...
CIA.
Specifically, their National
Clandestine Service.
It went in and out of a maze
of incoming and outgoing
Black Op chatter.
All encrypted.
That's where I lost it.
But I found it again.
It's part of a black op.
It's code-named Lodestone.
Running out of the CIA section
for Weapons Control
and Arms Proliferation.
The Frog.
(thunder rumbling)
Who do I have to thank for this?
A former FBI agent.
You're very resourceful, Kort.
I try.
So you've recorded
their conversations?
No.
No? Why?
You didn't want to intrude
on their privacy?
(laughing)
I didn't think it was necessary.
No? Why was that?
I only needed photos
for leverage.
Ah, this DiNozzo is married?
No.
Then how did you intend
to gain leverage?
Oh, you intend to harm her?
Only threaten.
Hmm.
He loves her, hmm?
DiNozzo--
he's a player.
Never with a skirt
more than a few weeks.
Hmm, that's too bad.
A man in love
could be persuaded...
to do almost anything.
DiNozzo's a white hat.
He won't want to see her harmed.
Have you not noticed, Kort?
I like white hats.
JEANNE:
Shirley Temple looked
through the door...
Shirley Temple?
I didn't say Shirley Temple.
Who is Shirley Temple?
Uh, a child star
from the 1930s
with curly blonde hair.
Well, you saw him.
If you say he looked like
Shirley Temple,
he looked like Shirley Temple.
I didn't see him, Carly.
The Angel was standing
right behind you.
Your Angel of Death...
wandered away from
her mother in ICU.
They flew in
from Paris to see
their grandfather
who stroked.
Security's been searching
the hospital for an hour.
Oh, if you see
the Angel of Death again,
her name is Sarah.
It's just a lost
little girl, Carly.
If you say so, Doctor.
All right, well, I will
see you in the morning.
I gotta go.
I'll be out at 7:00.
And if you see
a hooded skeleton, duck.
(clearing throat):
Dr. Benoit.
That addict
and her pimp were
down in the basement
asking about the morgue.
You didn't let
them stay there?
Of course not.
I made them return with me
to the ground floor.
They leave the hospital?
They went
into the pharmacy.
I had to return
the gurney to the ER,
but I got a feeling
they're going to try again.
Thanks, Bill.
Annie, call Security.
Ask them to meet
me in the morgue.
Wait.
Miss me already?
Our grieving couple
may be in the morgue.
Damn.
They never make it easy.
He's not in the
cabinet, Bernie.
I drank the cough syrup
and it ain't doing nothing.
No drugs in a morgue, dummy.
You want a fix--
find your brother.
Nick.
Hi ya, Dee.
(elevator bell dings)
Hey!
Jeanne.
(whimpering)
He's still warm.
That's 'cause he hasn't
had time to cool.
Have you, Dee?
Jeanne, slow down.
Is it...?
Shh.
Jeanne, hey.
You trying to get
yourself killed?
He's at least got
a knife in there.
I will not let him butcher
her brother in front of her.
Keep your voice down.
Those drugs are in
25 feet of intestines.
He doesn't know
where to cut.
He'll make a gory
mess she'll never
get out of her head.
Get behind me.
Why?
Because I
tell you to.
Haven't got a weapon on you
by any chance, have you?
ZIVA:
I have a funny feeling, Doctor.
It's the tequila,
my dear.
You've had three shooters
just in the time I've been here.
Straight to voice mail.
Just like always
when he's with her.
Tony?
What?
Nothing.
Oh, no, no, no.
That look was
definitely something.
Well, why do you
monitor Tony?
I don't monitor Tony.
Oh, yes, you do, my dear,
like a mother with her toddler.
That's a good description.
Or a woman with
a wayward lover.
Ducky...
do not profile me--
I'm not a killer.
Correction-- I have
killed before,
but never feloniously.
Ziva, it's Friday night.
Tony is with his girlfriend
and you are worried about him.
What does that tell you?
He is my partner.
And my partner said
he would be here.
And...
(thunder rumbling)
and I have this...
not so good feeling.
(panting)
I didn't find nothing.
The way you're shaking,
you couldn't
find a shotgun.
Let's see...
(groans)
Huh.
You called Security, Doc?
Of course you did.
Call 'em off.
I said call 'em off.
You haven't done anything
that can't be forgotten.
Do what he says, Jeanne.
Why?
They can leave now, and we'll
forget this ever happened.
Would you do that?
Yes.
(screams)
Tony...
(gun cocking)
Will you forget now?
That's what I thought.
Call off Security.
Put it on the speaker.
(phone ringing)
MAN:
Security. Jackson.
This is Dr. Benoit
in the morgue.
Oh, sorry, Doctor.
I'll have a man
there in a minute.
We're just stretched thin
looking for that little girl.
JEANNE:
You can recall him.
It was a false alarm.
Okay. Can I have your
hospital I.D. number please?
766.
Thank you, Dr. Benoit.
(gun uncocks)
Is a little girl lost?
More than one.
Surgery first, Doc.
No.
No?
I help him first.
You're a slow learner, Doc.
JEANNE:
I called off Security.
I help him, then...
I help you.
If that's not good enough,
shoot me.
Don't hurt her, Nick.
Tony? Tony?
Can you sit up?
No, I'm up.
McGEE:
Someone is looking at me.
It's the cleaning crew.
No, on the computer.
I got to shut down
my UPD port.
I don't think it
penetrated my firewall.
What the hell is it?
It's a botagent.
It's probably one
of the CIA's.
Botagent--
short for robotic agent.
Designed to crawl
the Internet
looking for snoopers
like us.
This for real?
Oh, yeah, boss.
If this had penetrated
my firewall,
it could have
downloaded my hard drive.
The CIA would have all our data,
and know we were onto Lodestone.
Can you kill it?
No, though I could build
a mirror to my firewall,
so that when it looks in,
it could just see itself.
How long?
Too long.
Or I could use
another computer.
Boss, just one thing...
There's always just one thing,
McGee.
A really smart botagent
won't just sit on my computer.
It'll look for my
search patterns
on the Internet.
This is like tracking
a dirtbag, McGee.
You stake out
his house.
You put out a BOLO.
Keep tabs
on the girl.
Never thought of it
that way.
Start a new search.
Okay.
What am I looking for?
The girlfriend--
Jenny Shepard.
When you look at me
like that, McGee,
I get this overwhelming urge
to head slap you.
I am going to get...
a ding... now!
You guys are doing this
because it's the weekend.
And you think if you just stall,
then I'll give up
and I'll finish the search
on Monday, but that
is not going to happen.
Abby...
you worry me.
Oh, they know I'm just,
you know,
talking to them
to pass the time.
Because at
this point,
the fingerprint match
is totally up to AFIS.
Right, guys?
Right, guys?
I'm just joshing
you, Director.
I spoiled your Friday night.
Oh, you know, I was just
hanging at the bar.
And I probably would
have been completely passed
out by now if I'd stayed.
Joshing me again?
No.
Yes.
How many prints?
Two sets.
He poured with
his left hand
and held the glass
with his right.
Left-handed?
Or ambidextrous.
I can pour
with either hand.
I can tell you
he's not military.
AFIS would have gotten
a match on anyone on
active duty by now.
What if he was retired?
Covered them, too.
Dead?
Dead?
You said this wasn't a case.
It's not.
I want you to expand the search
to include
servicemen alive prior
to '95.
Okay.
(Bernie whimpering)
I don't see any signs
of concussion.
I've been hit harder
by my sister.
You don't have a sister.
I don't?
Nick...
Enough playing, Doctor.
Do it.
I don't want you to get hurt.
Let's go.
Half K
of pure horse in here, Doc.
I'm no surgeon.
I'm not asking you
to save a life, Doc.
Oh.
(gun cocking)
Maybe I am.
Come on, come on, come on!
Quit stalling.
He doesn't have AIDS.
That's not what the mask's for.
What's it for?
Turn around, Bernie.
Please hurry.
Why the mask?
Tell her to turn around.
Do it, Bernie.
The mask is to protect me
from disease spread
by airborne particles released
when I open him up.
No more stalling.
(gagging)
Devon died bringing
this to you.
Want it?
What the hell do you think?
Huh?
Bitch!
(screaming)
Next one's in your ear.
Drop it.
You okay?
Not really.
(sniffing)
Oh, God.
(sniffing)
Who's this?
It's uh, Director's father--
Colonel Jasper Shepard.
You don't
know him?
She never talked family.
Like you.
GIBBS:
She has his eyes.
He still alive?
Deceased.
Suicide,
12 years ago.
(beeping)
There she goes.
Who?
Sarah.
Security found her sleeping
in the delivery room.
You should be under
observation for 24 hours.
Whatever doctor orders.
What's this?
My secret.
(Tony chuckles)
Bonjour, Papa.
(kissing)
Bonjour, muffin.
So this must be
Anthony DiNardo.
Mm-hmm.
Welcome to the family,
Professor.
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(jet engine roaring)
Welcome home, Director.
How was the Interpol conference?
Fine. Full
of Euro cops
trying to hook up
with me.
And, no, I didn't.
Oh, I wasn't wondering if...
I would if I were you.
Now, get in, Cynthia.
Is the agency still intact after
a week with Gibbs in charge?
Mmm, we survived.
(chuckles)
Did Gibbs?
Barely.
(dialing)
(tires screeching,
people gasping)
(people chattering excitedly)
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Welcome home, señora.
Thank you, Noemi.
You hungry, señora?
No, I ate on the plane.
I fix your
favorite paella.
Very well.
I'll have a little.
Okay.
(clock chiming)
Will there be anything
else, Director?
No.
Uh, take Cynthia home.
She's going to argue,
but it's silly
for her to go back
to the office now.
Understood.
What time tomorrow,
Director?
0530, Melvin.
I want to get an early start.
Yes, ma'am.
Noemi, I'll eat in the study.
NOEMI:
Si, señora.
SHEPARD:
My father has been
dead since '95.
He stood where you stand
a mere three weeks ago.
Noemi!
Si, señora?
Who's been in my study?
No one, señora.
Obviously someone.
You no do that?
I no do that.
NOEMI:
Maybe before you leave?
I've been gone for five days.
Didn't you clean in here?
Si, señora.
I... I no see.
I'm sorry, señora.
It's nothing, Noemi.
Don't worry
about it.
ABBY:
Okay, I know this looks
a little weird,
but I couldn't get my hands
on a real polygraph machine,
so I made one.
Um, name.
Name! Tell me your name!
Stop acting like a Nazi.
Come over here.
Scratch my nose, please.
Right side,
right side.
Ow! God, not so hard!
McGee, stop being such a baby.
Name.
Timothy McGee--
no middle initial.
Have you ever used an alias?
Does a nom de plume count?
It does.
Thom E. Gemcity.
Any other names?
No.
(beeping)
No?
No.
Okay, either you
or my polygraph is lying.
And since this is a machine
and it can't lie...
HAL lied
through his chips.
I thought the expression was
"to lie through your teeth."
HAL, the computer. 2001?
Sci-fi classic?
How can a six-year-old movie
be a classic?
The film that was made in 1968.
2001: A Space Odyssey
directed by Stanley Kubrick.
How long do you have to
be in this country...
Guys... I'm trying to prep McGee
for his polygraph on Monday.
Really?
Well, unless you're
a spy, McGeek--
the thought of which
is utterly ludicrous--
what's the sweat?
He panics taking tests.
It's not uncommon.
Started in kindergarten.
Couldn't change his answer.
Hard to
erase crayon.
McGEE:
Tony, it's not funny.
Retaining my
Special Agent status
is dependent on
passing this polygraph.
Oh, this is
definitely a lie.
What'd you ask him?
His name.
You lied about
your name?
No.
Timothy McGee is
my legal name.
Thom E. Gemcity is my pen name.
I don't have any other names.
GIBBS:
Probie.
Yeah, boss.
And Elf Lord.
Two other names.
Why are you torturing McGee?
I am not torturing, McGee.
I am prepping him.
He has his CPS
polygraph on Monday.
Who ordered that?
Homeland Security.
All NCIS agents
must take it--
directors included.
Check your e-mails.
Duh... Monday, 0900.
Tuesday, 1300.
Boss, what time is
your...?
(beeping)
You ever seen
the Angel of Death,
Dr. Benoit?
Skeleton,
hooded black robe, scythe.
I am not kidding, Doctor.
Carly.
Not a skeleton
with a grass-cutter.
That's for kids
on Halloween.
Although, if
he wanted to
he could appear
as a skeleton.
I take it you've seen him?
Once, when my Uncle Luis died.
What did he look like?
Miss Puerto Rico.
MAN:
What are you
talking about?
You can't
keep me here.
You want to
walk, walk.
I can't with this leg iron on.
I want a cast.
After surgery.
Wait a minute...
Wait a minute, are they...
are they going to knock me out?
Oh, I hope not.
(panting)
Where's my backpack?
(gasping):
Where's my bag?
I want my backpack.
Sorry to stick you
with this one, Doctor.
No problem, Annie.
Dr. Jessup wants him
in monkey bars till
he can operate.
Three MGs of Versed,
two of morphine,
15 minutes ago.
And he's still amped up?
Mm-hmm.
I think the boy had more
on board than ER put in him.
Patti said he wouldn't
let them take blood.
And it was a fight
just to get the
leg X-rayed.
Hey, where's my phone?!
Someone stole my phone!
You didn't come in
with one, Devon.
No, I had a cell phone!
I was texting on it when...
When you stepped in front
of a cab at Dulles.
I'm Dr. Benoit, Devon.
Give me a minute.
(groans)
You're hypertensive
and tachycardiac.
What's that?
Not good.
Have you taken drugs
we don't know about?
We're not the
police, Devon.
Our only concern
is your well-being.
I want...
I want to call my sister.
There's a phone in your room.
What do you
think, Doctor?
Keep your eye out for
Miss Puerto Rico.
Visiting our ex-wife?
Waiting for you.
How'd you know I'd be here?
Friday night. Odd weekend.
DIANE:
Hold on, Emily.
Hi, Daddy!
Hey, Em. Be there in a minute.
Diane look that pissed at you
after the divorce?
She's looking at me, Tobias.
Ever think of picking
up a phone?
Hard lines are tapped.
Cell calls snatched
right out of the air.
Turning into a conspiracy nut,
Jethro.
What's next?
Alien abductions?
Only if you don't answer
my question.
Why the polygraphs?
EMILY:
Hi.
No.
Do you still dream
about O.J.-ing Diane?
Nah, Emily kind of likes her.
You?
Only when I think about my
grandfather's railroad watch.
Beautiful chimes.
FBI being polygraphed?
No.
And before you run
through the alphabet soup.
This net is being cast
strictly over NCIS.
Who's doing the fishing?
Obviously, someone who thinks
there's a security risk at NCIS.
CIA.
Who are they after, Tobias?
Your boss.
(rain falling, thunder rumbling)
(doorbell ringing)
Señor Gibbs.
Director home?
I'm in here.
In polite society,
one usually
calls before a visit.
Bourbon?
Kicked in too many doors
to be polite. Yeah.
I appreciate the restraint
you showed
by using the bell.
I've been rather fond of that
door since I was a child.
You could have waited to report
till Monday, Jethro.
That's not why I'm here.
You lost your protection
detail in Paris.
You went missing for 21 hours.
Where were you?
You sound like
a jealous husband.
How would you know?
Do you want this or not?
Don't...
touch that!
It's Scotch.
You drink bourbon.
So do you.
I had another visitor
before you arrived...
unannounced.
Did he duck out the back?
Now you do sound
like a jealous husband.
You go off grid
for 21 hours...
and we're being polygraphed
for a security breach.
Drink your bourbon
and say good night, Gracie.
What were you doing
for 21 hours, Jenny?
What we used to do.
Ever so well.
When you lie, your
right eye twitches.
It always has.
LEE:
You know,
constitutionally,
you can refuse
to take a polygraph.
I'd have to turn in
my badge.
True, but you don't
have to take the test.
Hey, I have an idea.
Why don't
we get Ducky
to tell the examiners
that Tim is just way
too stressed
to take the test?
Ducky's a medical
examiner,
he's not a
psychiatrist.
But he does psychological
profiles.
Of serial killers.
That's good I'll go
from Federal Agent
to serial killer in one day.
It was just a thought.
BARTENDER:
Here you go.
Thanks. Wow.
Great bartender.
You can beat
a polygraph.
No, you can't.
I've done it, Abby.
It's part of Mossad training.
All you have to do...
Oh, hello!
If it's unethical,
I can't hear it!
Well, don't listen.
Fine.
La-la-la-la-la.
Go ahead...
May we join you?
Hey, Ducky, here
take my chair.
No, no, no, no,
Timothy.
At a bar, I
prefer to stand.
Me, too.
Macallan neat.
Mineral water on the side.
No ice.
Uh...
I'll take a, uh,
chocolate martini.
Just kidding.
Uh, make that a
Green Fairy Mojito.
BARTENDER:
You got it.
Why is everybody
so dour?
It's TGIF
and Happy Hour!
Homeland Security's
ordering us
to take a polygraph.
That's rather odd.
But there's nothing
to worry about.
Unless... you're a spy.
Why are you looking at me?!
I'm trying to lighten
the atmosphere
with a little humor.
I don't think they expect you
to be funny, Doctor.
That didn't
come out right.
No, I should
say not.
I mean I don't think they
expect a Scotsman to be funny.
Stop digging, Jimmy.
You've almost
reached China.
DUCKY:
Yeah, a round
for my friends on me.
ZIVA:
Dispelling
two misconceptions
about Scotsmen
in one night.
Does anyone know
where the rest rooms are?
I do!
Okay.
DUCKY:
Uh, one moment!
First... a toast!
Please, God,
make it quick.
Amen.
May the best you've ever seen
be the worst you'll ever see.
May a mouse never leave
your girnal
with a teardrop in his eye.
(phone ringing)
May you stay
hale and hearty
until you're old enough to die.
(phone ringing)
May you always be as happy
as we wish you
all to be.
Guys, I'm sorry
I gotta go.
Uh, me, too.
DUCKY:
Oh, um...
Great toast,
Ducky.
Uh... thank you.
Terrific.
Really good,
Doctor.
May a mouse never
leave your girdle
with a teardrop in his eye.
Not girdle, girnal.
It's an oat bin.
If it was empty,
a mouse would cry.
To dry-eyed mice.
Here, here.
(laughing)
Stupid bastard.
I don't think that Dee meant
to get hit by a...
Why didn't
you push it?
It was lit.
Oh.
I'd have pushed it anyway.
And why is that?
To watch it light up.
(chuckles)
Why don't you get her some help?
ER's on one.
(imitating DeNiro
in Taxi Driver):
You talking to me?
Yeah, I'm talking
to you, Bobby.
His name is Nick.
Shut up, Bernie.
But he thinks
that your name is Bobby.
Don't you?
No.
He thinks his name is Bobby.
Don't you?
You don't think your
name is Bobby,
do you, Nick?
Shut up. Can't you see
he's a cop?
Hey, ER said Devon Watson
was up here.
He called his sister
to pick him up.
I'm his sister.
He hasn't gone
into surgery.
Surgery? For a broken leg?
It's a severe compound fracture.
Put a splint on it.
Is there a problem here, Carly?
I don't know.
Do we have a problem?
No problem.
My girl's worried about
her brother, that's all.
Wants to see him.
Yeah, can I see Dee?
That's up to Dr. Benoit.
I need this stat.
Sure.
This is Mr. Watson's
sister, Dr. Benoit.
Bernadette.
But everybody calls me Bernie.
And you are?
A friend.
JEANNE:
Have a name...
friend?
Nick.
He thinks
his name is Bobby.
Room 331.
Ten minutes.
I wanted to be a doctor.
Um, but my dad...
She doesn't want to hear
about your life history, Bernie.
I told you
to keep your trap shut.
Sorry.
I didn't think doctors
cleaned out urinals.
We draw the line
at bedpans.
(chuckles)
Want to take
a 15 minute break with me?
We'll be in the
cafeteria, Carly.
Okay, Doctor.
And clock that ten minutes.
What's with you calling
that loser Bobby?
Well, he was doing DeNiro
in the elevator.
You know, like,
(as DeNiro):
You talkin' to me?
You talkin' to me?!
So I called him Bobby.
Sometimes you are
so juvenile.
Yes, but it
makes me loveable.
(thunder rumbling)
You don't look so good, Dee.
I don't feel so good, Bernie.
Does it hurt?
Shut up, Bernie.
You got to get out of here.
Man, they won't
let me out.
They can't keep you.
All you got to do
is sign a release.
What... what about my leg?
We'll fix it later.
I can't walk.
NICK:
That's why they
make the chairs
with those... you know,
things that go round.
Oh, wheelchairs!
I'm really
scared, man.
I'm feeling
really cold, Nick.
I think I might be leaking.
Be cool, Dee, be cool.
You're not leaking.
Don't let me die here, man.
You're not going
to die, honey.
(sobbing)
I got to tell somebody.
No, no...
I've got to tell somebody.
You're not going to tell
anybody nothing!
Stop!
Stop it, Nick!
You're killing him!
Shut up.
I hope this stops by morning.
I want you to see the house
in sunshine.
It leaks.
No, it doesn't leak.
It has bats.
Bats don't come out
in the sunshine.
I hate bats-- ever
since I saw Dracula.
You're chickening out
on me, aren't you?
After you promised?
Did I say Scout's honor?
Wow, you drive
a hard bargain.
Okay. Yes,
I want to see the house.
Just as long as seeing
doesn't necessarily
mean buying.
No, of course it doesn't.
I just want you to give it
some serious consideration.
Oh, you can count on that.
Especially after last night.
I think that, uh, you deserve...
I'm sorry, that was
you last night, right?
With the mask
and the strange headgear?
(pager beeping)
Code blue.
Code blue.
CARLY:
Hang in there, Devon.
You're going to be okay.
Got the pulse ox.
What do we have?
Blood pressure 80/40.
Heart 150.
Don't need that
drug panel now.
Where's the crash cart?
Coming in.
Carly and I have him.
Annie, two milligram Naloxone
I.V. push.
Got it. Two
milligrams I.V. push.
Lungs are clear.
Pupils are pinpoint
and un-reactive.
B.P. 75/35,
Heart rate 160.
EKG leads.
Okay, lift him
on three.
B.P. 65/35.
Heart rate's 175.
EKG leads in place.
He's in V-tach.
How'd he go sour
so fast?
He flew in from Caracas
three hours ago.
He's probably body-packing
heroin.
The bags must have burst.
We've got V-fib.
He's stopped breathing.
Damn.
BERNIE:
No!
Start bagging him.
Charge to 360.
Dee!
Still in V-fib.
Should I give him
an amp of epi?
Not till we shock him.
Still in V-fib.
No pressure, no pulse.
Should I keep bagging him?
No, we've got
to shock him.
Everybody clear.
(Bernie sniffling)
I'm sorry, Ms. Watson.
Me, too.
Where's he taking him?
Hospital morgue.
We pick him
up there?
No, you do not
pick him up there.
Sign it, Bernie.
How's Carly?
Not bad considering
she saw the Angel of Death.
Mm-hmm. What did this one
look like?
Shirley Temple.
(chuckles)
JEANNE:
I don't like losing patients.
If your brother had told us
he was body-packing drugs,
we might have saved him.
Or if you had told us.
I don't know
what's in Dee's gut, Doc.
And neither do you.
Now...
where do we pick up his body?
City morgue
after he's been autopsied.
We don't need an autopsy.
I do.
(crying)
Come on,
we got to get out of here.
(groans)
Suck it up, Bernie!
You got
to get me somethin', Nick.
I'm gettin' too shaky to walk.
Pharmacy downstairs. I'll get
cough syrup with codeine.
That ain't gonna help much.
Never pimp a junkie.
I ain't a junkie!
(shrieks)
Then walk out of here!
(whimpering)
Come on.
Get go...
get going.
He knew Devon was body-packing
and said nothing.
Well, he didn't want
to lose his shipment.
That makes him an accessory.
Yeah? How could you
prove that, Jeanne?
I don't know, but I can't
just let him walk out of here.
Dr. Benoit, you don't want
to get involved.
I am involved, Annie.
That boy didn't have to die.
No, but that is not your fault.
Jeanne, the coroner's
going to do an autopsy.
He's going to find the
drugs, notify narcotics.
What more can you do than that?
I...
I don't know.
I feel so damn helpless!
ANNIE:
They're all like that
the first year.
At least the good ones.
It takes a little while
to get calluses.
I don't know if Jeanne
ever will, Annie.
Love.
(Bernie panting)
You pushed
the wrong button!
Ow! Sorry.
(elevator bell dings)
What are you doing down here?
Pushed the wrong button.
(Bernie sniffles)
Morgue down here?
Why?
Bernie might want to take
a last look at her brother.
Morgue's closed.
There's no one
down here, anyway.
Her brother's here.
(laughs)
I don't think that's funny.
(elevator bell dings)
Hey, boss, what's up?
There's a letter
on your desk.
Sign it.
(low, rolling thunder)
(keyboard keys clicking,
computer trilling)
What is it?
Just sign it, Tim.
It's a get out
of jail free card.
Boss, why would I need
such a card?
Because you're going
to hack into the CIA.
(rolling thunder)
Wake up!
Wake up! Wake up! Wake up!
Okay, I know you guys have been
working really hard lately,
and I promised that
you could have the weekend off,
but this sounds
like an emergency,
so I need everybody
to get those electrons flowing!
If anybody is not up to it,
I need to know now,
not when the Director arrives.
Something's wrong.
(beeping)
(whoosh)
(electrical humming)
(instrumental rock music
with strong percussion plays)
Ready.
Thanks for coming in
on such short notice, Abby.
Neither rain, nor snow,
nor sleet, nor hail
will keep this scientist
from her appointed rounds.
Nice.
You've adopted what
the post office has forgotten.
Did you climb
the Eiffel Tower?
No.
No?
How can you be in Paris
and not climb
the Eiffel Tower?!
I want to know
whose fingerprints are on these.
Chain of evidence
is not important.
I'll be in my office.
(thunder rumbling)
(keyboard keys clattering)
McGEE:
Boss, you were right.
The order
to polygraph
came from Homeland Security's
Assistant Director for
Infrastructure Protection.
But it didn't originate
from there.
I traced into his
IMAP account
using an encryption
algorithm developed...
You're not really interested
in how I did this, are you?
Nope, I'm not.
Okay, well, the order went
from Homeland Security
to China, then Kurdistan.
It went through
a secondary server in India
to the island of Cypress.
Then through Puerto Rico.
Where it followed a bank line
back to D.C. and...
CIA.
Specifically, their National
Clandestine Service.
It went in and out of a maze
of incoming and outgoing
Black Op chatter.
All encrypted.
That's where I lost it.
But I found it again.
It's part of a black op.
It's code-named Lodestone.
Running out of the CIA section
for Weapons Control
and Arms Proliferation.
The Frog.
(thunder rumbling)
Who do I have to thank for this?
A former FBI agent.
You're very resourceful, Kort.
I try.
So you've recorded
their conversations?
No.
No? Why?
You didn't want to intrude
on their privacy?
(laughing)
I didn't think it was necessary.
No? Why was that?
I only needed photos
for leverage.
Ah, this DiNozzo is married?
No.
Then how did you intend
to gain leverage?
Oh, you intend to harm her?
Only threaten.
Hmm.
He loves her, hmm?
DiNozzo--
he's a player.
Never with a skirt
more than a few weeks.
Hmm, that's too bad.
A man in love
could be persuaded...
to do almost anything.
DiNozzo's a white hat.
He won't want to see her harmed.
Have you not noticed, Kort?
I like white hats.
JEANNE:
Shirley Temple looked
through the door...
Shirley Temple?
I didn't say Shirley Temple.
Who is Shirley Temple?
Uh, a child star
from the 1930s
with curly blonde hair.
Well, you saw him.
If you say he looked like
Shirley Temple,
he looked like Shirley Temple.
I didn't see him, Carly.
The Angel was standing
right behind you.
Your Angel of Death...
wandered away from
her mother in ICU.
They flew in
from Paris to see
their grandfather
who stroked.
Security's been searching
the hospital for an hour.
Oh, if you see
the Angel of Death again,
her name is Sarah.
It's just a lost
little girl, Carly.
If you say so, Doctor.
All right, well, I will
see you in the morning.
I gotta go.
I'll be out at 7:00.
And if you see
a hooded skeleton, duck.
(clearing throat):
Dr. Benoit.
That addict
and her pimp were
down in the basement
asking about the morgue.
You didn't let
them stay there?
Of course not.
I made them return with me
to the ground floor.
They leave the hospital?
They went
into the pharmacy.
I had to return
the gurney to the ER,
but I got a feeling
they're going to try again.
Thanks, Bill.
Annie, call Security.
Ask them to meet
me in the morgue.
Wait.
Miss me already?
Our grieving couple
may be in the morgue.
Damn.
They never make it easy.
He's not in the
cabinet, Bernie.
I drank the cough syrup
and it ain't doing nothing.
No drugs in a morgue, dummy.
You want a fix--
find your brother.
Nick.
Hi ya, Dee.
(elevator bell dings)
Hey!
Jeanne.
(whimpering)
He's still warm.
That's 'cause he hasn't
had time to cool.
Have you, Dee?
Jeanne, slow down.
Is it...?
Shh.
Jeanne, hey.
You trying to get
yourself killed?
He's at least got
a knife in there.
I will not let him butcher
her brother in front of her.
Keep your voice down.
Those drugs are in
25 feet of intestines.
He doesn't know
where to cut.
He'll make a gory
mess she'll never
get out of her head.
Get behind me.
Why?
Because I
tell you to.
Haven't got a weapon on you
by any chance, have you?
ZIVA:
I have a funny feeling, Doctor.
It's the tequila,
my dear.
You've had three shooters
just in the time I've been here.
Straight to voice mail.
Just like always
when he's with her.
Tony?
What?
Nothing.
Oh, no, no, no.
That look was
definitely something.
Well, why do you
monitor Tony?
I don't monitor Tony.
Oh, yes, you do, my dear,
like a mother with her toddler.
That's a good description.
Or a woman with
a wayward lover.
Ducky...
do not profile me--
I'm not a killer.
Correction-- I have
killed before,
but never feloniously.
Ziva, it's Friday night.
Tony is with his girlfriend
and you are worried about him.
What does that tell you?
He is my partner.
And my partner said
he would be here.
And...
(thunder rumbling)
and I have this...
not so good feeling.
(panting)
I didn't find nothing.
The way you're shaking,
you couldn't
find a shotgun.
Let's see...
(groans)
Huh.
You called Security, Doc?
Of course you did.
Call 'em off.
I said call 'em off.
You haven't done anything
that can't be forgotten.
Do what he says, Jeanne.
Why?
They can leave now, and we'll
forget this ever happened.
Would you do that?
Yes.
(screams)
Tony...
(gun cocking)
Will you forget now?
That's what I thought.
Call off Security.
Put it on the speaker.
(phone ringing)
MAN:
Security. Jackson.
This is Dr. Benoit
in the morgue.
Oh, sorry, Doctor.
I'll have a man
there in a minute.
We're just stretched thin
looking for that little girl.
JEANNE:
You can recall him.
It was a false alarm.
Okay. Can I have your
hospital I.D. number please?
766.
Thank you, Dr. Benoit.
(gun uncocks)
Is a little girl lost?
More than one.
Surgery first, Doc.
No.
No?
I help him first.
You're a slow learner, Doc.
JEANNE:
I called off Security.
I help him, then...
I help you.
If that's not good enough,
shoot me.
Don't hurt her, Nick.
Tony? Tony?
Can you sit up?
No, I'm up.
McGEE:
Someone is looking at me.
It's the cleaning crew.
No, on the computer.
I got to shut down
my UPD port.
I don't think it
penetrated my firewall.
What the hell is it?
It's a botagent.
It's probably one
of the CIA's.
Botagent--
short for robotic agent.
Designed to crawl
the Internet
looking for snoopers
like us.
This for real?
Oh, yeah, boss.
If this had penetrated
my firewall,
it could have
downloaded my hard drive.
The CIA would have all our data,
and know we were onto Lodestone.
Can you kill it?
No, though I could build
a mirror to my firewall,
so that when it looks in,
it could just see itself.
How long?
Too long.
Or I could use
another computer.
Boss, just one thing...
There's always just one thing,
McGee.
A really smart botagent
won't just sit on my computer.
It'll look for my
search patterns
on the Internet.
This is like tracking
a dirtbag, McGee.
You stake out
his house.
You put out a BOLO.
Keep tabs
on the girl.
Never thought of it
that way.
Start a new search.
Okay.
What am I looking for?
The girlfriend--
Jenny Shepard.
When you look at me
like that, McGee,
I get this overwhelming urge
to head slap you.
I am going to get...
a ding... now!
You guys are doing this
because it's the weekend.
And you think if you just stall,
then I'll give up
and I'll finish the search
on Monday, but that
is not going to happen.
Abby...
you worry me.
Oh, they know I'm just,
you know,
talking to them
to pass the time.
Because at
this point,
the fingerprint match
is totally up to AFIS.
Right, guys?
Right, guys?
I'm just joshing
you, Director.
I spoiled your Friday night.
Oh, you know, I was just
hanging at the bar.
And I probably would
have been completely passed
out by now if I'd stayed.
Joshing me again?
No.
Yes.
How many prints?
Two sets.
He poured with
his left hand
and held the glass
with his right.
Left-handed?
Or ambidextrous.
I can pour
with either hand.
I can tell you
he's not military.
AFIS would have gotten
a match on anyone on
active duty by now.
What if he was retired?
Covered them, too.
Dead?
Dead?
You said this wasn't a case.
It's not.
I want you to expand the search
to include
servicemen alive prior
to '95.
Okay.
(Bernie whimpering)
I don't see any signs
of concussion.
I've been hit harder
by my sister.
You don't have a sister.
I don't?
Nick...
Enough playing, Doctor.
Do it.
I don't want you to get hurt.
Let's go.
Half K
of pure horse in here, Doc.
I'm no surgeon.
I'm not asking you
to save a life, Doc.
Oh.
(gun cocking)
Maybe I am.
Come on, come on, come on!
Quit stalling.
He doesn't have AIDS.
That's not what the mask's for.
What's it for?
Turn around, Bernie.
Please hurry.
Why the mask?
Tell her to turn around.
Do it, Bernie.
The mask is to protect me
from disease spread
by airborne particles released
when I open him up.
No more stalling.
(gagging)
Devon died bringing
this to you.
Want it?
What the hell do you think?
Huh?
Bitch!
(screaming)
Next one's in your ear.
Drop it.
You okay?
Not really.
(sniffing)
Oh, God.
(sniffing)
Who's this?
It's uh, Director's father--
Colonel Jasper Shepard.
You don't
know him?
She never talked family.
Like you.
GIBBS:
She has his eyes.
He still alive?
Deceased.
Suicide,
12 years ago.
(beeping)
There she goes.
Who?
Sarah.
Security found her sleeping
in the delivery room.
You should be under
observation for 24 hours.
Whatever doctor orders.
What's this?
My secret.
(Tony chuckles)
Bonjour, Papa.
(kissing)
Bonjour, muffin.
So this must be
Anthony DiNardo.
Mm-hmm.
Welcome to the family,
Professor.
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