NCIS (2003–…): Season 6, Episode 21 - Toxic - full transcript

When the bough breaks

The cradle will fall

And down will come baby

Cradle and all

That's kind of a dark song.

Shut up.

- Are you happy?
- You asked me to get you ice cream.

Did I tell you to blend it?

I didn't remember
the blender being that loud before.

And this morning you didn't remember
that the dryer beeps on Wrinkle Guard.

It was a beep, a single beep.

How could something with such
little ears have such bionic hearing?

- Okay.
- Okay.

Help me, please.

Help me.

- Must you do that now, Tony?
- It's spring.

- I'm spring cleaning, so, yes.
- Spring cleaning?

You don't have spring cleaning
in Israel?

We do not have spring.
Israel is a desert.

I've been looking for this.

Oh.

Oh, yeah.

Oh. I remember those days.

When I was carefree and full of joy.

I envy you, Tony.

Why are you dressed
for a funeral, Abby?

- Is everything okay?
- No.

- Frank is sick.
- Who is Frank?

My mandibular second molar.

It's been killing me for a week.
I'm finally going to the dentist.

- You name your teeth?
- You don't?

- No.
- See? That's the problem.

They're just teeth to you.

But evolutionarily speaking,

your survival is directly proportionate
to their health.

A cavity was a death sentence
on the savannah.

- Abby, everyone gets cavities.
No.

No Sciuto has had a cavity
since 1922.

- Good genes.
Genes?

I brush, and I floss,

and I tongue-scrape more
than most people consider sane.

I've earned my perfect record.
No cavities. No surrender.

I don't deserve this.

- I'll be back before lunch.
- Good luck.

Don't get too comfortable.

Dead body.
Come on, you all know the drill.

He looks cold.

That's the least of his problems,
McGee.

Hey, boss,
parents didn't have much to add.

Baby's room was empty,
except for the baby.

Kept hearing the voice
through the baby monitor.

Cops did a search of the area.
All they found was him.

They identified the body as Marine
Private First Class Marco Riggs.

I am identifying
some pretty gnarly toes.

This guy needed a pedicure.

If it bothers you so much, DiNozzo,
go find his shoes.

Boss, I'm gonna go find his shoes.

Well, this would explain
the voice the parents heard.

Our dead guy
had a military-issue cell scanner.

Not exactly standard issue
for privates.

That's probably why
he was misusing it.

Take a look at the display, boss.

911?

Looks like Riggs was trying to use
the cell scanner as a cell phone.

Ended up broadcasting
in a narrow-band frequency.

- Got picked up by the baby monitor.
- I don't know about the feet, though.

That's because you don't
know your history, McGee.

Historically, going about unshod
was considered by some

to be an act of pious devotion,
while others...

Believed that direct contact
with Mother Earth

provided spiritual benefits.

However, in Roman
and mediaeval times,

going barefoot symbolised poverty
since leather and boots

were too expensive for the average...

Really?

I wrote a paper on...

Never mind.

Cyanosis indicates lack of oxygen.

No signs of strangulation
or ligature marks.

Did you write a paper on those too?

- Time of death, two hours ago.
- That a problem?

Uh... Mr. Palmer,
help me with the body.

Yes, well, he's remarkably stiff
for the recently deceased.

It's too soon for rigour,
even at this temperature.

There's no entry wounds,
no sign of trauma.

Well, something sucked
the life out of him.

Sucked the life out is right.

Abby is gonna love this.

Thank you.

What a way to start the day.

Abby Sciuto?

- Maybe.
- FBI.

You need to come with us,
Miss Sciuto, now.

- Where?
- I'm not at liberty to say.

- Well, then I'm not at liberty to go.
- You misunderstand.

It's not a request.

The deceased
was Private First Class Marco Riggs.

Recently assigned to CLB-3,
Combat Logistical Battalion,

- supporting troops in Afghanistan.
- Until he was accused

of stealing equipment,
then selling it on the black market.

That include
military-issue cell scanners?

It did, but Riggs disappeared
before he could be formally charged.

- He's been listed UA since last week.
- Apartment was a dead end.

We have a BOLO out on his vehicle.

Also waiting on the blood work
from Abby.

Well, we're gonna have to wait
a little bit longer.

Oh, don't tell me
she needs a root canal.

No. Fornell just called.

Abby's been requested.

Requested?

- By?
- He didn't know.

Just that the FBI
has orders to transport her.

Okay, I can access
the FBI operations database.

- I have a contact at the DoD.
- BOLO out on the FBI transport?

I don't know. I thought
maybe I'd just try to call her first.

Hey, Gibbs. Don't worry.
No cavities. I was gonna call.

- Fornell already did. You okay?
- Yep.

- Where are you?
- In the back of a van.

- Abby.
- I'm fine. It's exciting.

Group of FBI agents swoops in
and steals away

an unsuspecting citizen
to places unknown.

Yeah, it's the unknown part
I don't care for.

Oh, I got Palmer's text
about the vampire bite.

I can't believe
I'm not gonna be there for that.

- Who are you getting to fill in?
- Working on it.

Well, if you need anything
before then,

I keep a step-by-step
Abby's Lab for Dummies in my desk.

It covers the basics. A monkey
could follow the instructions.

Good.

Because we got one of those.

Did you realise that the end was nigh,
I wonder?

Or was it a blissful event as your ego
and judgement melted away?

- A stroke from...
Doctor?

- Yes, Mr. Palmer?
- May I stop mopping now?

- It depends.
- On?

Has it enhanced
your understanding of protocol?

- Consider me enhanced.
- Good. Then you may join me.

That invitation
extend to me too, Duck?

Since when have you waited
for an invitation?

Don't answer that. I know.
You like to keep people on their toes.

- Mr. Palmer.
- Yes, doctor?

- Protocol.
- What? Oh, okay, yes.

I will go not be in this room now.

- What do you got?
- Well, sadly for Abby,

not the walking dead.

Histological examination
of these wounds

revealed that they're burn marks,
not punctures.

More consistent with a stun-gun attack
than a vampire bite.

- A stun gun?
- Not normally a lethal weapon.

However, I believe
the electrical shock aggravated

an underlying arterial weakness
in his brain,

and that led
to a haemorrhagic stroke.

After he regained consciousness,
he would've been severely confused.

Could've wandered around for hours

before taking refuge
on that loading dock.

Then he took his shoes off?

Yeah, well,
it's called peripheral neuropathy.

It's common in this kind of stroke.

His feet would've felt
as if they were burning up.

But I doubt that he knew
what he was doing.

Towards the end,
he would've been delirious,

until, eventually,
his heart would've given out.

Stun gun's
a defensive weapon, Duck.

Yeah. Which suggests
his death was unintentional.

Oh, I found something
under his fingernails.

It almost certainly came
from the assailant during the assault.

I need to send it up
to Abby's replacement.

Well, that's gonna be
a long run, Ducky.

Just spoke to the DoD, boss.

Abby's replacement doesn't arrive
until Monday.

- Monday?
- Monday.

I made a lot of noise, but they gave me
a lecture about budget cuts.

We did catch a break, though.

Got a BOLO back
from our dead guy's car.

- Want me to take Ziva, or?
- No, I'll take Ziva.

You...

You take McGee.

Take McGee where?

Why did I get picked
for the cover art?

You wanna sign, or should I?

I will. I am the one
with the biomedical engineering degree

from Johns Hopkins,
among several other degrees.

Maybe that's why you got picked
for the cover art.

Come in.

Ma'am.

Hi.

- Abby Sciuto?
- Yes.

- From NCIS?
- Yep.

- I asked you here...
- Heh-heh-heh.

"Asked me." That's a good one.

- At the request of Dr. Phillip Heller.

He's in charge
of a rather special project.

Is it a military project?

Funded by the military,
but Tarburst is an independent agency.

- I'm not familiar with Dr. Heller's work.
- No, but he is with yours.

He was quite impressed
with your paper

on zinc-finger nucleuses
in DNA binding.

What kind of project
are we talking about exactly?

Not the kind of project
we can talk about.

That's why I was reluctant
to allow your participation initially.

This is a highly classified matter.

So, what changed?

Dr. Heller is no longer
with the programme,

and we, your country,
need your help.

What do you need?

Welcome to the Cave.

The Cave?

You should rename
this place Nirvana.

Dr. Heller was given
a sizeable budget.

- I can see that.
- And the most complete autonomy.

All information
was compartmentalised,

strictly need-to-know.
Only three other people besides myself

even knew of the existence
of this programme.

- Knew?
- Two of the original team members

died in a roadside bomb attack
in Afghanistan.

Which is why Dr. Heller's departure
from the programme

has become quite a problem.

This was sold
to the Senate Select Committee

on a warning of a grave
and gathering threat.

What exactly
was Dr. Heller working on?

That's the problem.

We don't know.

Patients aren't allowed on this floor.
How'd you get in here?

It's a hospital, isn't it?
How do you think?

- No, the hospital's upstairs. This is...
- I know what this is, sunshine.

I've escaped POW camps
with better

Security.

Just exercising the lungs.

Retired Marine,
Sergeant Major Robert King.

- NC.
- NC?

Not contagious.
In case you were worried.

I was.

Ah.

Where's Heller?
We got a game to finish.

Um...

Dr. Heller, he's...

He's no longer with the project.

- He isn't, huh?
- No.

Well, doesn't that seem
a little strange?

I mean, you know, considering.

Considering what?

God gave you a body. I'll give him that.
Skimped on the brain, though.

Hey.

Don't know how well
you know the doctor,

but if you knew Heller, you'd know
he wouldn't run off and leave all this.

King?

Uh-oh. She found me.

- Who?
- Nurse Dunstan.

Makes al Qaeda
look like Jiminy Cricket.

King.

I'm sorry.

He knows he's not supposed
to come down here.

None of the patients
are supposed to come down here.

- I won't tell.
- Thank you.

Let's go.

Next time you get out of bed,
I'm having you catheterized.

Oh. You wish.

Nurse Dunstan,
your liaison with the hospital.

- If you need anything, extension 405.
- Thank you.

Oh. And the lab rabbits
should be here by 12.

Hopefully this batch lasts longer
than the last.

Quick march.

Are you gonna help,
or are you gonna screw around?

Every single drawer in this lab
is unlocked except this one.

You're not wondering what's inside?

I'm wondering where Palmer is
with the rest of that DNA.

Oh, right here. Here you go.

Thought I might be able
to help you guys.

I do have lab experience.

And I have a biomedical engineering
degree from Johns Hopkins.

He sure does love saying that.

Hey, will you put the screwdriver down,
come in here,

and hand me the ethidium bromide,
please?

Oh, I got it.

I don't think that's right.

Don't think
you're supposed to do that.

- All right.
- L...

Next step is to mix the gel
with the ethidium bromide.

I think you're supposed
to microwave the gel first...

- Tony. Tony.
- All right, Mr. Johns-Hopkins.

Mr. Biomedical-Degree.
You go ahead.

- Oh, oh, oh.
- That's not good.

No. Knucklehead.

Lucky for you,
Abby's not here, Hopkins.

Why is
McGee lucky that I'm not there?

And who is Hopkins?

Abby, where are you?

I'm in a public hospital
just outside the city.

That's all I can say.
They even took my cell phone away.

But I was able to open a video port
into my lab.

Or what's left of my lab.

- He'll clean it up.
- We'll clean it up.

They'll clean it up.

You'll all clean it up, but I need you
to run a background for me first.

Background on who?
Is everything all right?

- I e-mailed the info to McGee.
- You didn't answer the question.

Everything is fine, okay? I gotta go.
I shouldn't leave this video port open.

And, Tony, screwdrivers,

they leave tool marks
on locked drawers.

It's our dead guy's car.

And he appears to have been living
in it. But what is it doing here?

We're almost two miles away
from the loading dock

where the victim's body was found.

That is a long distance
to have wandered after the attack.

Well, if there was an attack here.

- No sign of a struggle.
- There are houses not too far away.

Maybe our victim parked here

for a planned rendezvous
of some kind.

Maybe.

This is nice.

Be able to work
without Tony's incessant babbling.

It's almost as if he cannot go on
for more than 30 seconds

without hearing his own voice.

You know, the truly amazing thing
is that he fails to realise

just how irritating he is
to those around him.

Ziva.

Yes, Gibbs?

Babbling.

Oh.

- Gibbs.
- What?

Victim's trunk.

Not so sure our victim
was the intended victim.

Come in.

Mr. Jones.

Any progress?

I'm done.

That was fast.
Well, it's pretty esoteric stuff.

Basically, Dr. Heller was attempting

to hijack DNA's end-joining pathways
in order to...

Target a specific strand
of a person's DNA?

Why do I get the feeling
you already knew that?

Maybe because I already knew that.

Was he successful?

He was close. What do you mean,
you already knew that?

Given the sensitive nature
of this project,

I had to make sure
you were the real McCoy

before I fully read you in.

So you lied.

And I didn't lose a minute's sleep.
Is that a problem?

No. Not at all.

Lie to me again. It was awesome.
Nice knowing you.

Wait, Miss Sciuto.

- You can't leave.
- Really?

That's funny, because it really seems
like I'm, you know, leaving.

Okay, just out of curiosity,

why can't I leave?

Because if you don't help us,

they're all gonna die.

Let's hear it.

Hey, did you find anything good
in Riggs' car?

Actually, yes. We found, uh...

What is that smell?

Still? You're kidding me.

- I washed my hands a dozen times.
- Wash them again, McGee.

Sorry, boss.
Had a little mishap in Abby's lab

running the DNA on Riggs' attacker.

More like Riggs' victim.

The contents of Riggs' trunk suggest
he was planning on burying a body.

- Think he was on some kind of hit?
- Until it went bad.

He apparently did not count on
his target fighting back.

Do we have any idea
who his victim was?

I do. Palmer and I just finished running
the DNA from under Riggs' fingernails.

You already tell Gibbs?

Tell Gibbs what?

You found the target.

What? This is Dr. Heller.

It's the guy Abby wanted us
to run background on.

Oh.

Uh-oh. Boss.

Abby was asked to take over for Heller
when he went missing.

Well, I'm guessing
he disappeared because...

Someone was trying to kill him.

And Abby has just taken his place.

Agent Gibbs,
I appreciate your concern

for my missing colleague,

but that's exactly why Miss Sciuto
needs to stay here right now.

- You have to trust me on that.
- I don't trust you.

- I don't know you.
- I sympathise with your position.

It's your choice.

- Either tell me what's going on, or...
- Or what? You'll threaten me?

Well, you know what?
That depends.

You consider
a public investigation a threat?

We are on the same team.

About a year ago,

my company became involved
in a larger medical study

of servicemen returning
from Afghanistan.

It was rather routine.

Until we discovered small numbers

were suffering
from an undiagnosed illness

that was originally thought
to be fatigue.

We alerted the military. They didn't
wanna make the same mistake

- they did with Gulf War Syndrome.
- Good. Good for them.

We got a contract
to research the illness.

We set up this lab.

The hope was, if we could identify
a susceptible genotype,

a cure could be developed.

Okay.

Well, obviously, somebody there
doesn't want that to happen.

We don't know where Dr. Heller is.

His disappearance may have nothing
to do with this research.

Okay, until we find out,
I want Abby here.

- I'm afraid that's not gonna happen.
- Did I just not make myself clear?

You misunderstand me.

Miss Sciuto?

Hi, Gibbs.

Oh, hi, Abs.

- You all right?
Everything's fine.

Except you and I still have to talk
about the lab bunnies.

I know what you're gonna say.

You're worried
because someone's after the doctor,

and if someone's after the doctor,
and I took over his job,

they might be after me.
But I don't care.

These people are sick,
and I can help them,

and I'm staying, period.

Besides, this is a secure hospital.

I'm just as safe here
as I would be at NCIS.

Safer, actually,
because they have bigger dogs.

I'd tell you not to argue with her,
but I think you already know that.

"Afghanistan War Syndrome."

If Heller was working on a cure,
why would someone try and kill him?

No connection
between PFC Riggs and Heller.

- Maybe he was a hired gun.
- It is likely.

- So who hired him?
Good question, McGee.

- Got the file from Jones?
- Yeah, reading it now.

How's Abby?

- Committed.
- You can say that again.

She'd be safer here.

Best way to protect her
is to solve our original case.

Find Heller.

We cannot be sure
the doctor's disappearance

is tied to his work.

And even if it is,
he's not gonna be easy to find.

FBI's had a BOLO out
since Monday.

Dr. Phillip Heller. Not MD.

Got his Ph.D. In molecular biology.

Did a post-doc
in Gulf War Syndrome.

Wife, no kids, was treated for
a gambling addiction ten years ago.

- Which seems to be under control.
Credit card bills are low.

Gas, groceries, flowers.
Does not spend more than he earns.

Was working at a VA hospital
when he joined Jones' programme.

Start with the wife.

DiNozzo.

On your 6, boss.

Love a woman
who's good with her hands.

And smart too.

I thought you said
God skimped on the brains.

Well, I'm a man of contradictions.
Am I interrupting?

Yes.

You got anything else?
That's giving me a headache.

Thank you. Oh.

I'm on the run. It's bath time.

Nurse Ratched takes a little bit
too much pleasure in it for my taste.

It's a shame.

Because if she was my type,
this'd be the setup of a lifetime.

You're not asking me any questions.

Must mean
you already got your answers.

You're sick, aren't you?

You have it?

Take a guess at the first question.

But what is it?
That's the million-dollar mystery.

Have you finished
isolating our genes,

or whatever it is
you're doing down here?

I'm close.

That's what Heller used to say.

And look what happened to him.

He...

He got transferred.

- Oh, you're a horrible liar.
- I know.

Now, me, I lied for a living.

Used to run some of the biggest
black ops in Panama,

both Gulf Wars, Afghanistan.

I was very important.

You're still important.

Yeah. As a guinea pig.

Nothing else. Just like him.

That's okay, I guess. You know.

When I signed up,

it was because I was willing to die
for my country, and I still am.

I dodged a bullet
more than my fair share.

But these boys today, they...
You know, they drill them

to survive gunshot wounds,
landmines, air strikes.

Nobody warned them
about synergistic effects

of battlefield contaminants.

Check.

Sorry. I'm just that good.

We're gonna figure this out,
you know.

Don't make any promises
you can't keep.

But I got one that you can.

Anything.

Whatever this thing is,
just don't let them name it after me.

Ha. Deal.

But you have to do something
for me.

Anything.

Did you really escape
from a POW camp?

Twice. Why?

His buddies, rescue mission.

I'm in.

Garage sales. Always a little strange.
I mean, what is this stuff?

What is that?
One man's junk is another man's junk.

Just help yourselves.
Excuse me, you Lois Heller?

Yeah.

Need to talk to you
about your husband.

He's dead.

No. No.
We just don't know where he is.

Oh. Well, that makes two of us.

What are you, a 42 long?

Oh. Ha-ha.

Well, that's...

When was the last time
you spoke to him?

About three days ago.
If you could call it speaking.

We don't exactly have
what you'd call a good marriage.

- I'm picking up on that.
- Here. It's about your size.

- He give you any idea where he was?
- Five bucks.

I'll give you 3.
Is this your husband's?

Sorry.

All right, look,
the FBI have already been here,

and I've already told them
everything I know.

My husband said he was going out
for a walk, and he never came back.

Far as I'm concerned,
he doesn't need to.

You should think about that coat.
Looked good on you.

Yeah, thanks.

Hey. How are you doing?
- I guess we got motive.

Doesn't strike me as the kind of girl
who would hire a hit man, though.

No, she'd rather do it herself.

- Should we bring her in?
- Flowers first.

- Flowers?
- Husband's credit card.

Don't think
he was sending them to her.

Girlfriend. Right.

Traced the flowers
to a house in Landover,

owned by a Maggie Smith.

She claimed Heller was not there,
but I smell fish.

- What?
- "Fishy." Something fishy.

- Found Dr. Heller hiding inside.
- Fishy.

- Tried to run when he saw us.
- He did not get far.

And he was carrying this.

A stun gun. Matches the same marks
Ducky found on PFC Riggs' neck.

You recognise him?

- Yes.
- You wanna tell me about it?

I had nothing to do with that.

Well, then how did your DNA
end up underneath his fingernails?

I would be thrilled to sit here
and just charge you with murder.

Murder? He tried to kill me.

Like I said,
you wanna tell me about it?

I came home from work
three days ago.

Needed to clear my head.
I took a walk.

Suddenly, this guy grabs me,
shoves a gun in my face.

I defended myself. That a crime?

You always carry one of these?

Lately.

You didn't go back home.
You didn't call the police. Why?

Police?
People get mugged all the time.

I figured the guy would be long gone
before the police even got there.

- I'm telling you the truth.
- I didn't say you weren't.

But you're not.

You didn't go back home,
because they knew where you lived.

This wasn't a mugging.
This was a hit.

That's crazy.

A hit on me? Are...?

Well, unless you think
my wife hired somebody.

I know about the lab,

and I know about the cure
you were researching.

- That's classified.
- And that's a dead body.

I already got you at manslaughter.
I can prove intent, I got you at murder.

- Wait.
- You tell me what's going on,

or you call your damn lawyer.

- Why is somebody trying to kill you?
- Because I discovered the truth.

Tarburst tried to hide it.

The tasks were compartmentalised,
ostensibly for security purposes.

Isolate a genome,
find a suitable viral vector.

They manipulated me.

All I could see
were the technical hurdles

and not the big picture.

Which was what?

People were sick,

but I wasn't working on a cure.

I was building a weapon.

I don't know where they came from,

but, suddenly, there was like a dozen
rabbits running through the halls.

Ready to celebrate?

- Where is he?
- Hang on a sec.

This is Sergeant King's room, right?

It was.

I'm sorry. Family?

Does it matter?

Not really.
Why don't you take a minute?

Sorry about that.
It's been a long day.

I was called in last-minute.

Couple of hours.

Well,

the good news is I did it.

I isolated the...

Never mind.

You would find that so boring.

It's not a cure.

But maybe someday...

I found her!

- Tony.
- You all right?

No.

What are you doing here?

The lab is secure.

What's going on?

- Gibbs.
- Abby.

- Abs, you okay?
- Do I look okay?

What is Abby's rule number one?
Do not lie to Abby.

We left Heller in charge
at the hospital.

Unfortunately,
someone has already downloaded

all of Abby's research.

Research? It was a weapon.

People were dying,
and I was building a weapon.

Jones is gone.
Aide said he left in a hurry.

- I'll put out a BOLO.
- I'll coordinate with local LEOs.

How bad?

Jones had me create an enzyme

to target the genomes
of the sick soldiers.

- Is that bad?
- By itself, it's innocuous.

But then he had Dr. Heller
create an immunogen

to help the immune system
kill off foreign invaders.

- That's bad.
- No, it's the way every vaccine works.

Yeah,
but when you put them together...

You can target someone
via their DNA.

You can infect an entire water supply,
and only kill your intended victim.

We both made a piece of it.

Heller made the bullet,
and I made the gun.

Huh. Assassination made easy.

But, really, I mean,
a gun would be easier.

Didn't build it to kill someone.

Built it to sell it.

Perfect.

Hi. I'm Abby Sciuto,
international bioweapons dealer.

Wait a second. How did Jones
get it past his supervisors?

Sick soldiers.

You don't ask too many questions.

Oh, my God.

Come on, damn it.

Come on. No.

Oh, no.

Yeah, Abs?
- Tony, check your inbox.

- I need another BOLO ASAP.
- You talk to Gibbs?

- I didn't talk to Gibbs yet. Just do it.
- All right.

I can hear you staring.

What'd you find, Abs?

It's what I didn't find, Gibbs.

I don't think there ever was
an Afghanistan War Syndrome.

Soldiers were getting sick,
because soldiers do,

but look at this.

Someone was swapping out
their diseased blood

with healthy samples.

Doctors had sick patients,
but normal test results.

They couldn't find a cause.

They thought they had
another mystery war syndrome.

Jones tricked the Army.

They had no idea
what was going on.

He got them to finance the project,
and he wasn't alone.

Nurse Dunstan was the nurse on call
every time there was a blood test.

I thought it was just a coincidence.

She was in on it with Jones.

I should've seen it, Gibbs.

Aren't you gonna give me a pep talk?

No.

- Why?
- Because you're pissed.

And you should be.

Yeah? Gibbs.

[WOMAN SPEAKS INDISTINCTLY
OVER PHONE

Where?

A hiker saw her body being dumped.

- Get a description?
- Nothing useful.

She was on the way to the coroner
when the local LEOs got our BOLO.

The onsite assessment report
indicates manual strangulation.

She and Jones had a falling-out.
- He didn't need her anymore.

He was tying up loose ends.

We have a tyre print.
Abby's running it.

I imagine this must have been
quite an ordeal for her.

How is she doing?

Much better now.
Boss, no luck on the tyre prints.

But Abby has been monitoring
every cell tower in the tristate area.

She picked up a data fetch
from Jones' smartphone.

He was checking
airline departure times.

- You got an airline?
- And a flight number.

You messed
with the wrong forensic scientist.

- Did I miss it?
No. He's letting him sit.

Sit? He gets a chair?

He...

He kills bunnies.

I'm impressed.

Didn't expect anyone
to come looking for me so soon.

One-way ticket to Chile?

You got family there?

- Wanna make a deal.
- Yeah?

- If I cooperate.
- Oh, you're gonna cooperate.

Look, I'm not proud of what I did.

But with the budget cutbacks,
and looking at my pension, I just...

- I figured I deserved more.
- And you were willing to kill for it?

Kill?

He actually seems
legitimately surprised.

He does.

What exactly am I under arrest for?

- I haven't placed you under arrest.
- And when you do?

- Oh, my God.
- Murder.

Conspiracy to defraud.

Throw in medical malpractice.

- This is a mistake. L...
- So cooperate.

- Who's your buyer?
- My buyer?

I know you're selling the research
from Tarburst's programme.

I'm not selling anything
from the programme.

- Why were you running?
- Because I was embezzling from it.

I was running
because Abby succeeded.

That would mean a GAO audit.
It would uncover what I did.

I planned to be long gone before then.
I just didn't plan it so soon.

I have records. I can prove it.

I don't know anything
about a conspiracy.

Liar!

- Sorry, Gibbs.
You set up the lab

so you could sell my research.

I did not set up the lab.
I don't know who did set up the lab.

I was ordered to run the lab. I did.

Sergeant King
didn't get the help he needed,

because you falsified
his medical records.

Who?

Oh.

You don't even know his name.

Sergeant Robert King.

He's one of the patients
in your programme.

I know everyone's name
in that programme.

There is no Sergeant King.

Find him.

You look pretty good for a dead guy.

Except for the blood
draining out of your face.

Tom, right?
That's your real name, isn't it?

What did I do wrong?

You made me care about you.

You're under arrest for the murder
of Nurse Hannah Dunstan.

Correct, and many more bad things,
because you're a very bad man.

Little tip: Next time you're playing
chess with a forensic specialist...

- Wear gloves.
And try to find better help.

Your little buddy PFC Riggs
was sending you unencrypted e-mails.

Might as well put a big bull's-eye
on your laptop.

Why?

Kept you from asking
too many questions.

I like to stay close
when I'm running an op.

An op?

An op. Is that what you call
betraying your country?

You have no idea
what I've done for my country.

Yeah, I do. I read your file.

You're the go-to guy
for setting up black ops, right?

Speciality was bioweapons
defence research.

Figured it was time to branch out,
do a little freelancing?

Like I said,
I'm a man of contradictions.

All right, here we go.

Is that it?

That all you have to say?

Checkmate.

Hey.

Thought she wasn't coming in.

Neither did I.

Vance told her to take a week off.
Maybe she wanted to work.

- What are you doing down here?
- I don't know.

I got an e-mail from Gibbs, told me
to meet him down here in the lab.

So did I. Hmm.

Probies first.

Come on. Gibbs doesn't use e-mail.

Hi, guys.

We've been set up.