NCIS (2003–…): Season 6, Episode 3 - Capitol Offense - full transcript
Two cyclists find a body; the victim was a woman lieutenant commander assigned to the Navy Office of Legislative Affairs; Gibbs and company investigate. Ducky says that she died elsewhere from a single shot to the back. Gibbs, in response to a phone call, meets an old friend, who's a senator, who says that he was in an affair with the victim; McGee, acting on a tip, takes a tumble and finds a revolver. A computer-generated voice taunts the director, and Gibbs introduces the senator and the director to each other. Abby solves another malfeasance. Gibbs and Tony find a second body, with a printed suicide note; however, the team figure out what really happened, and they arrest the bad people.
Whoa!
Can't keep up?
- Ten bucks says I beat you to the car.
- Make it 20.
Whoa!
Guess you owe me 20 bucks. Heh.
Oh, my God.
- David.
- Whoa.
Looks scrumptious.
They call it Chocoholic's Choice.
Claim it is the ultimate cupcake.
Oh...
Oh, it smells great.
Don't you dare.
- Isn't this the week you're gluten-free?
- Thank you, Ziva. You shouldn't have.
I owe you
for letting me sleep at your place.
Slumber party.
You two spent the night together?
- What's going on here, McGee?
Don't know, don't care.
None of my business, DiNosy.
You are such a control geek.
Freak.
Yes, that too.
Why do you always need to know
everything that everybody does?
What he needs to know
is that a lieutenant commander's body
was found in Rock Creek Park.
Identified as a female United States
Navy lieutenant commander.
- Gear up.
- Her name's being withheld pending
notification of her next of kin.
Lieutenant Commander
Carrie McLellan, 35,
stationed at the Pentagon. She worked
as a congressional liaison officer
for the Navy Office
of Legislative Affairs.
Lives alone
in the Cleveland Park area.
Help DiNozzo.
Single, small-calibre gunshot
to the back.
No exit wound.
However, her death
took place elsewhere.
This blood stain to her back indicates
she bled out on a solid surface.
Time of death?
Movement of the body
and water complicates matters,
but at least 12 hours,
no more than 24.
I'll be able to be more accurate
when I get her back on the table.
They were predicting precipitation.
Just what we need.
Got a partial shoe print here, boss.
Uh... Boss?
Work fast.
It rains, we lose evidence.
Yeah, Gibbs.
You stayed at Abby's last night, huh?
Did you guys sleep
in the same room?
It is a one-bedroom apartment.
One-bedroom, one bed.
- One coffin.
- You want the truth?
Yeah. I think I can handle the truth.
My building was being fumigated, Abby
was kind enough to let me stay over.
On the couch. In my pyjamas.
- Come on. Couldn't you lie a little?
DiNozzo,
after you're through here,
the victim's apartment.
Right.
We're fighting the weather,
he wants us to hurry, then he leaves.
What is this all about?
Senator.
Gunny.
Hello, Patrick.
- Thanks for coming, Jethro.
- Yeah, sure.
Why here?
Well, it's best we not be seen together
right now.
I saw on the news
a lieutenant commander
was found shot in Rock Creek Park.
NCIS involved?
I just left there.
Was it Carrie McLellan?
Did you know her?
Did you know her?
We were having an affair.
Why do you think
it was Carrie McLellan?
News report said the victim
was a female lieutenant commander.
Carrie lived near the park.
We were supposed
to meet last night.
She didn't show, didn't call.
Try to reach her?
Carrie always made the contact.
Nothing unusual
about a congressional liaison
calling a senator's office.
Her parents been told?
Not yet.
They'll be devastated.
She was an only child.
I'm an idiot, Gunny.
I've thrown my career away.
Lynn and the kids don't deserve this.
Once the affair is made public,
everyone is gonna think I killed her.
Pat, I can't cover this up.
Don't expect you to, Jethro.
Tell me
about the lieutenant commander.
She was an incredible
young woman.
Smart.
- Well-liked.
- Ex-boyfriends?
- None that she mentioned.
- Problems?
She had a run-in
with her commanding officer.
Yeah? She say what it was about?
Not really.
He took exception
to a report she wrote.
The media is gonna have
a field day with this.
Couldn't have happened
at a worse time.
My energy bill
is up for vote next week.
It shouldn't be defeated
because of my indiscretions.
Legislation is far too important.
The economy is a mess.
And fuel costs are leading the way.
This bill is a way
of turning things around.
Could you please keep my name
out of this until after the vote?
I'll see what I can do.
Oh, it is sad.
It was her birthday last week.
Her grandmother sent her this card.
Am I the only one that's starving?
Haven't eaten since lunch.
There's a half a veggie pizza
in the fridge.
Tony, what are you doing?
I'm building a profile of the victim.
Not exactly Navy issue.
She was not just a Navy officer.
She was also a woman.
Officer and a gentlewoman.
Richard Gere, Debra Winger.
It's a rare commodity.
Military chick flick.
It appears she had a lover.
"To the woman I love.
You mean everything to me."
And it is signed, "You know who."
- Why would he not sign his name?
- Well, maybe he's not a he.
Maybe it's a she.
We are dealing with the military.
Don't ask don't tell.
- It looks like a man's handwriting.
Definitely a man.
- How do you know?
- Medicine cabinet.
Low oestrogen birth control pills.
She's on the ninth day of her cycle.
You just love snooping around
into other people's lives, don't you?
Yeah. That's why I became a cop.
Hey, boss.
- Everything all right?
- Yeah.
No signs of a struggle.
Didn't find any traces of blood.
The commander wasn't shot here.
Neighbours described the victim
as a Ioner.
No one knew her particularly well.
Still looking for her personal
effects. Keys, wallet, cell phone.
Her car's parked
in her space downstairs.
She's got a lover
who won't sign his name.
There's no pictures
or evidence of him in the apartment.
Boss, my gut tells me she was having
an affair with a married man.
Lieutenant Commander
spent more time on the Hill
than she did at the Pentagon,
but that goes with her job.
When's the last time you saw her?
Monday's staff meeting.
She had top-secret clearance.
Do I have a security problem here?
I don't know.
What were her responsibilities?
Developing and coordinating
relationships
between representatives of the DON
and members of congress.
She made a lot of powerful friends.
Carrie was on the fast track.
Ever meet her boyfriend?
Didn't know she had one.
Don't really know anything
about her personal life.
I understand you took exception
to a report
Lieutenant Commander
McLellan filed.
Technical specs
were supposedly leaked
to a defence contractor a couple days
before their official release.
It was no big deal.
Never traced to my command.
McLellan wrote it up,
I told her not to.
She could be stubborn.
- That it?
- Yeah, for now.
Gonna need
to take a look at her office.
Had it secured. I'll make arrangements
for you to get in.
Hmm. That's odd.
- What?
I'm looking at Commander McLellan's
cell phone calls for the past month.
Restaurants, family, nothing unusual,
but there is one number
- she called 36 times.
- Trace it.
I don't have to.
It's the Capitol switchboard.
Well, that makes sense.
I'm sure she has to call senators
and representatives' offices
all the time.
- It's part of her job.
- That's exactly my point.
- Wouldn't she have direct numbers?
How'd it go?
Admiral made an impression
on DiNozzo.
I'm gonna check him out.
He's more interested
in covering his ass than the victim.
You got anything, McGee?
I ran a locator search
on McLellan's cell.
Either her phone is turned off
or the battery is dead.
So I pulled her phone records.
She made numerous calls to the
Capitol, always to the switchboard.
She didn't want her calls traced.
Accessed her ESR.
She was fourth in her class
at the academy.
Been nothing but uphill since then.
Awards and rapid promotions.
The family
has not returned my call yet.
Got a minute?
So, what's up with el jefe?
Yesterday, he leaves the scene
with no explanation.
Today, he knew the admiral
had a problem with the victim.
Where'd he get that?
Maybe he's bluffing.
- Uhn-uhn. It was on the nose.
- Whose nose?
On the money, bull's-eye,
right as rain.
You were doing better before you
went back to Israel. You've reverted.
I found this message
on my private line.
You have one saved message.
The gun that killed
Lieutenant Commander McLellan
can be found in the drainage ditch
alongside the two-mile marker
near the Grant Road entrance
to Rock Creek Park.
It's so filthy, I can't see anything.
It is filthy.
It must be some kind of sewage thing
or something. Ugh.
It's not here.
Someone's messing with us.
McGee.
Hey.
I see something.
Over here. Look.
Look, look, look.
There. See that?
It's like a sort of shadowy thing.
Here. Your turn.
I am the Jedi master.
You are the Padawan learner.
No, it's farther.
Farther out.
I can't go farther.
Farther out.
- I can't.
All right, here.
Come on, I got you. I got you.
You got me?
I'm holding you.
Farther out. Here, hold on.
A little further.
Ho-ho.
What's that? What do you got there?
See? I told you I saw something.
- Ow.
- Ha.
I had nothing to do with that one.
It's a Smith & Wesson.32 kit.
Just like the gat Bogie was packing
in Maltese Falcon.
It's the stuff dreams are made of.
Out of my way.
Any prints on the weapon?
Gibbs, it was underwater
and covered in mud.
McGee found it with his butt.
The serial number remained intact.
I gave it to Ziva.
She's running it down.
So the test-fired slug is on the left,
and the one that Ducky removed
from our victim is on the right.
You've got
your murder weapon, Gibbs.
Yeah.
Handed to us on a silver platter.
Near the Grant Road
entrance to Rock Creek Park.
Secure line.
Restricted number.
Find out who made the call.
Director Vance, I'll need the password
to your voicemail account.
- For your eyes only.
- Yes, sir.
And the messages from my wife,
not for your ears.
I understand.
McGee.
Go home, change.
You think
this is a catch-me-if-you-can?
The killer's taunting us?
Possibility.
The lieutenant commander
had top-secret clearance.
Worked on the Hill,
had a lot of high-profile contacts.
I'm gonna need to be kept
in the loop on this.
I've been on this case less
than 24 hours.
When I get something concrete,
I will let you know.
Abby. What are you doing?
A boundary has been crossed, Gibbs.
I've been violated.
Nothing is sacred anymore.
Yeah, tell me.
Someone stole my cupcake.
- Cupcake?
- Yes, and it wasn't just any cupcake.
It was
a Chocoholic's Choice cupcake.
There is a thief amongst us.
I'm gonna find out who,
and they're going to be sorry.
Do you think you could pull yourself
away from this long enough
to focus on the murder?
I've been working, Gibbs.
Commander McLellan,
she buys a lot of clothes online,
she downloads classical music
and she reads her horoscope
every day, as do I.
Today, it said I was gonna have
a positive encounter with a coworker.
Not gonna happen.
- Is that all you got?
- No.
I also found fibres
on the victim's clothing.
They're consistent
with automobile carpet.
So I'm running the fibres
through the FBI fibre database
to try to find out
the make and model.
What?
What?
Is that a cupcake crumb?
No.
We'll see.
Thanks, Jer.
You are indeed the man. Ha, ha.
Ahem.
If Carrie McLellan had a married lover,
I've got a pretty good candidate.
Her CO, Admiral Graves.
What'd you find out?
He and the wife separated
a year ago.
Now they're back together
trying to make it work,
but my source at the Pentagon
says he's still a player.
Who's your source?
Jerry the barber.
- A barber?
- Yeah.
Works in the Pentagon
Athletic Center.
Overhears more gossip
than anyone else in the building.
Barbers, manicurists, shoeshine guys,
they're invisible.
People talk in front of them
like they're not even there.
Graves is involved.
- You accusing an admiral?
- Following my instincts.
Boss, the anonymous call
made to Director Vance
came from a burn phone.
It was purchased in cash
from a convenient store in Arlington.
- When?
- More than a year ago.
Surveillance is only kept for a month.
Call originated from a cell tower
near Lafayette Park
across from the White House.
Oh, and I identified the voice.
- Who?
- Not exactly a who.
The sly brown fox
quickly jumped over the lazy dog.
It's the text reader
from WriteDraft 2007.
The most sophisticated
voice-generating software around.
Are we ever gonna catch a break
on this one?
I got lucky with the gun.
The serial number indicates
it was manufactured in 1949.
It was never registered.
But the firing pin looked new,
so I checked around.
Turns out, ten years ago,
it was taken to a master gunsmith
for restoration and cleaning.
The owner's name was
Otis Tripp.
He died in 1999.
No one leaves here till I get back.
Okay, now I'm officially curious.
We found the murder weapon.
That's a good thing, right?
Yeah.
Owned by a Marine
who's been dead nine years.
Otis Tripp, your father-in-law.
A Smith & Wesson.32 kit,
have you ever seen it?
Yeah.
Otis left it to me.
I don't understand.
It was in my den,
locked in my gun cabinet
with the rest of my collection.
Where did you find it?
All right, I see where this is going.
I did not kill that woman.
Jethro, I could never
get anything by you.
You could always see
right through my bull.
I'm telling you the truth.
I did not kill Carrie McLellan.
Somebody's framing me.
It sure looks that way.
Did Carrie get killed because of me?
Yeah, Gibbs.
I need you back at my office now.
What?
I gotta go. I love you too.
Yeah?
When'd the call come in?
About an hour ago.
You have reached the voicemail of...
What's taking so long?
I led you to the gun.
When is an arrest
going to be made?
Is Special Agent Gibbs covering up
for an old friend?
If there's something
you've been holding back,
now would be a very good time
for you to tell me.
- Where the hell are you going?
Director Vance,
Senator Patrick Kiley.
I met Carrie
about a year and a half ago.
She was helping me
with two high school students
from my state who I was sponsoring
for admission to the academy.
I became fascinated.
Her intelligence, wit, beauty.
I kept finding excuses to see her.
Obviously, that was a mistake.
And when you heard she was dead,
you called Special Agent Gibbs.
I knew the investigation
would lead to me.
In Jethro's defence,
the first thing he said
was he wouldn't cover anything up.
The senator's being framed.
By whom?
Any enemies?
I'm a politician, Director Vance.
Enemies come with the territory.
Anyone in particular?
Yeah. Big oil money.
I hate to accuse anyone.
We're talking about murder.
No, Pat.
No, we're talking about you.
We're talking about your life.
The murder of a Naval officer
who might've been killed
because of her association with you.
My energy bill is going to pass.
If I'm a suspect of a murder,
the legislation is dead.
There's a lobbyist.
Reed Talbot,
who's been trying to dig up dirt on me.
Would he have killed somebody
over a bill not passing?
It could cost the oil companies
tens of billions of dollars.
And the vote's next week?
Tuesday.
Your status as a senator aside,
this investigation
will take us where it takes us.
But it's the agency's policy
never to divulge details
of an ongoing case.
Thank you.
Hey, guys,
I identified the fibres found
on the lieutenant commander's
clothing.
Charcoal grey
from the cargo compartment
of a 2003 to 2006
Jeep Grand Cherokee.
Hmm. Must be hundreds of those
in the metro area.
Twelve hundred and sixty-seven.
Open your mouth.
- What? Why?
- I need a DNA swab.
What's this about?
Someone stole her cupcake.
No. It's an invasion of privacy.
McGee, I will get your DNA
one way or the other.
Do what the woman says.
She sleeps in a coffin.
Thanks. You're next.
Well, can I do that myself?
I don't like people putting things
in my mouth.
Thanks.
Abby, you're making too much of this.
I'll buy you another cupcake.
Feeling guilty, Ziva?
I got you the cupcake.
No one is above suspicion.
Is that, uh?
Yes, it is.
Ziva, background on Reed Talbot,
lobbyist for oil interests.
McGee, director got
another anonymous phone call.
- On it, boss.
- Come on, DiNozzo, you're with me.
I need your DNA, Gibbs.
- I'll show you to the study.
- Senator, is everything all right, sir?
You haven't been answering
your phone.
I turned it off, Cole.
Everything's fine.
Um... You know you missed
the Press Club dinner.
I know.
Special Agents Gibbs and DiNozzo.
This is Cole Erickson,
my chief of staff.
FBI?
NCIS.
We're here investigating
a stolen weapon.
- I'll explain it later, Cole.
- Leroy Jethro Gibbs.
I thought I heard a familiar voice.
I was gonna give Patrick grief
for disappearing tonight,
but since he was with you,
I'll forgive him.
Hello, Lynn.
- Hi, I'm Lynn.
- Anthony DiNozzo.
Lynn, I wish it were,
but this isn't a social visit.
Oh?
Honey, we have to talk.
What's wrong?
Cole, would you take Agents Gibbs
and DiNozzo into the study?
They're here to look
at my gun cabinet.
Uh... Yes, sir.
Right this way.
Patrick?
Let's go in here.
Look at that. Armed to the teeth.
Desert Storm?
Yeah, our base camp in Doha.
You're that gunnery sergeant
the senator always talks about.
We served together.
Well, the way he tells it,
you made a young raw lieutenant
look good.
It's locked.
- You know where the key is?
Um...
The senator keeps it
in his top drawer.
I got it.
Thanks very much.
We'll let you know if we need anything.
Well, some things never change.
The door is unlocked and you're down
here working on that damn boat.
How you doing, Lynn?
I've had better days.
It is a 6-to-5 game,
top of the seventh inning
and the series is tied
at two games a piece.
- Is the bar open?
- Perez takes the sign, digs in.
- There's the wind-up.
- Sure.
Oh, and a strike on the inside corner
just caught him...
Thank God
the boys are away at school.
I had to get out of the house.
Been driving around for hours.
I realised I needed someone
to talk to
because I promised the bastard
I wouldn't tell anyone
about his sleazy affair
with the dead girl,
but since you already know...
Go. Talk.
You were there for me.
If you can get through
Shannon and Kelly's deaths,
I can get through this.
You gotta be tough.
A circus when the media
gets a hold of it.
I tell you one thing, Jethro.
I am not gonna be the dutiful wife
standing by his side
at the press conference. Uhn-uhn.
He got himself into this,
he can deal with it.
You knew about the affair?
Not at first.
I mean, you suspect,
but you don't wanna believe it.
I didn't even know
who the woman was.
I knew where they were meeting.
At his chief of staff's apartment.
Cole Erickson.
I didn't like that weasel
from day one.
He seems very loyal.
Loyal?
He'd do anything Patrick asked.
- I think he's in love with my husband.
- Hmm.
I've never seen him with a woman.
Ah.
Patrick. It's the fifth time he's called.
You can't keep avoiding him.
Well, I'm not feeling very forgiving
at the moment.
That'll come.
You need to go home.
Thanks for listening, Jethro.
You know, as much as I hate Patrick
at this moment,
you and I both know
he's a Marine to the core
and he would never shoot anyone,
let alone a woman, in the back.
- Okay, talk to me, Abs.
Thanks.
Okay, I analysed all the prints
from the gun cabinet,
matched them all
to the elimination print
that Tony took from Senator Kiley,
his wife
and the chief of staff, Cole Erickson.
There was one right index finger
that didn't belong to anybody.
I ran it through AFIS, nothing.
Did the senator
have a housekeeper?
Well, you'd think so. What's that?
That the shoeprint McGee lifted
from the crime scene?
Um... No. Uh...
The print that he lifted
was from a metro policeman.
Well, then what's that?
I'm so close to a bust, Gibbs.
You cannot have my cupcake
and eat it too.
- You're not serious.
- Dead.
Thurman Atteberry the night janitor?
It seems like he's recently put on
a little weight.
Reed Talbot.
Look at the crooked grin on his face.
Well, he's a lobbyist.
Arm-twisting sleazebag.
To quote the congressional aide
I interviewed this morning:
"Reed Talbot
will do anything in his power
to defeat Senator Kiley's energy bill."
I have a feeling about this guy.
Yeah, I had a feeling
about Admiral Graves.
Even I can be wrong.
Abby's got a fingerprint
she can't match.
Talbot's on file?
No. Checked.
He has never been in the military
or arrested.
Hey, are Cole Erickson's prints
on the gun cabinet?
- Yeah.
- He's moving up my list.
Drives a 2006 Jeep Cherokee,
don't know the colour of the interior,
- but I'm gonna find out.
- Second anonymous call
to the director
was made from the same phone.
- The same location?
- No.
I need this.
What for?
- Hey.
- The call lasted 26 seconds.
Started on this cell tower,
halfway through,
transferred to this one.
Caller was in a vehicle,
travelling westbound on Independence.
Probably used a laptop
to generate the voice.
Excuse me, sir.
- Do you have a minute?
- Sure.
I am collecting signatures
for a national referendum.
- What's it about?
- There is a movement
trying to reintroduce
the 55-mile per hour speed limit
to reduce fuel consumption.
We are against it.
Do you know who I am?
A very handsome man who looks
like he keeps himself in shape.
Where do I sign?
Uh...
Phone number and e-mail?
That's optional.
Reed.
Well, I'll be happy to give them.
Yeah, to you.
- Thank you very much.
- My pleasure.
Here's the number of Erickson's PDA.
Trace it.
- I'm in the middle of something.
- Now.
Cole Erickson's Jeep
has a charcoal grey interior.
Matches the fibre
Abby found on the victim.
- Get a look at the vehicle?
Can't find Erickson.
Not answering his phone.
Called the senator,
Erickson never showed up for work.
They're looking for him too.
PDA's on.
- Where is it?
- Watergate complex.
Erickson has an apartment there.
- Yeah, we're here. Is it still on?
McGEE Yeah.
- Location?
- It's close.
McGee says the PDA's still on
at this location.
Give me a key.
Keep the hallway clear.
Mr. Erickson, NCIS.
Clear.
Boss, it's a suicide note.
This is 2214, over.
The suicide note was written
and printed on this computer.
Erickson's Grand Cherokee
is still in his parking space.
Having it towed
to the evidence garage.
Ziva, looks like you were wrong
about Reed Talbot.
He's still a crumbbag.
Hey, you got something?
Yes.
This area of the carpet
was recently cleaned.
I will get the ALS.
I can give you
a preliminary cause of death.
Asphyxia.
Yes, well, heh-heh,
it is rather obvious, isn't it?
Would you care to venture
the time of death?
Little after 10 this morning.
I'm not feeling very needed.
On what do you base
your reasoning?
Suicide note was written at 10:02.
Ah.
- Boss, found this in the desk.
It's the burn phone Erickson used
to make the anonymous calls
to the director.
The laptop has
WriteDraft text reader.
Listen to this.
What's taking so long?
I led you to the gun.
Gibbs, visitor.
1099368 Oak Street.
Cole's body still in there?
Can I see him?
It's a secured crime scene, Pat.
I just can't believe Cole
would do this.
When did he learn
about your affair?
He knew from the beginning.
He let us use his apartment.
What was his relationship with her?
Didn't really have one that I know of.
He met her a few times.
I had my own key
so he was usually gone
before we got here.
If what you're asking is,
did Cole disapprove?
Yes.
He left a note.
Full confession.
Admitted making the calls to NCIS.
Addressed to you.
Gibbs.
Blood.
Asphyxia, confirmed.
And I found a large quantity
of diazepam
in his stomach and blood stream.
- A depressant?
- Well, it's not unusual.
Suicides often take drugs to relax
so they won't change their mind.
And in his case,
pull the bag off his head.
You got an opinion?
It doesn't feel right.
We were handed the gun
and the suicide confession.
It's too easy.
Senator Kiley's holding
a press conference in two hours.
I've been asked to attend.
I would like to be able to confirm
that this case is solved,
but I'm getting a feeling
that you don't think so.
Hell, you can get a lot done
in two hours, Leon.
Hey.
You looking for me, Tony?
No. I am.
Do you think I'm an idiot?
- No.
- What, you thought
I wouldn't figure it out?
What is she talking about?
- The cupcake.
- You stole it from my refrigerator.
I have forensic evidence.
Your big fat fingerprint.
Come on, you think I'm that stupid?
Look, if I was going to steal
your precious cupcake,
I would not leave a fingerprint
on your refrigerator.
You didn't.
You used latex gloves.
Brand-new box, McGee.
Only prints, mine and yours.
You said
you were going gluten-free.
Where is it, McGee?
I was saving you
from yourself, Abby.
Where did you save it, McGee?
Okay, I ate it.
Look, it was late.
I hadn't eaten since lunch.
The machine in the breakroom
was empty and it looked so good.
What were you thinking, McGee?
She's a world-class forensic scientist.
- Thank you, Tony.
- I bought the cupcake for Abby.
So how was it?
It was life-changing.
- Book him, Danno.
- Break it up, we've got work to do.
Gibbs, we have a confession.
The blood on the carpet
was Carrie McLellan's.
She was killed
at Erickson's apartment.
More of her blood
was in the back of his truck.
That's how he moved the body
to the park.
McGee, pull Erickson's
phone company records for his PDA.
Find out if his device was used
during these dates and times.
Got you, boss.
This will be
after the press conference.
Your two hours are up.
Jethro, I appreciate you showing up.
It's good to have the support
of an old friend.
I'm not here to support you.
Let's...
I'm here to arrest you, Pat.
Is this a joke?
I don't think so.
Cole Erickson's confession
didn't pan out.
He wasn't the anonymous caller.
At the time you got the second tip
from the burn phone,
Erickson, he was 50 miles away
talking to his mother on his PDA.
You placed those calls, Pat.
When you were coming to meet me
at the Tidal Basin.
- Jethro, l...
No.
No, you traded on our friendship.
You did know that the investigation
of Commander McLellan's murder
would lead to you.
So you came to me
and you volunteered the information.
I should've known
I'd never get it by you.
- I shot Carrie.
- No, you didn't.
You said that I'd always know
when you were lying.
Well, you're lying right now.
- No, why would l...?
- Don't say any more, Patrick.
Your mistake, Lynn,
coming to me,
saying to me that Pat would
never shoot anybody in the back.
That detail was never released.
You never should've gone to him.
What the hell happened to you two?
I didn't go to Cole's apartment
to kill her.
I took my father's gun
to scare her off.
She got defensive,
said terrible things.
I lost it.
I don't even remember
pulling the trigger.
I got there right after it happened.
I wasn't going to let Lynn
go to prison
for something
that was ultimately my fault.
So when Cole got home,
I persuaded him
to help me dispose of the body.
Jethro, it was an accident.
Maybe.
But the murder of Cole Erickson
was cold, it was premeditated.
Framed him, made it look like suicide
to save yourselves.
You murdered him.
Do we need to leave
with handcuffs?
You are all out of favours, Pat.
Earlier today, NCIS agents arrested
Senator Patrick Kiley
and his wife, Lynn Tripp Kiley,
for the murders of Lieutenant
Commander Carrie McLellan
and Cole Erickson,
the senator's chief of staff. In a...
Welcome to Washington.
Would've appreciated a heads up
before the arrest.
You covered good.
Trust.
Loyalty.
They're important.
Well, I guess you know all about that
after today.
How do you think we're gonna do
in that department?
Can't keep up?
- Ten bucks says I beat you to the car.
- Make it 20.
Whoa!
Guess you owe me 20 bucks. Heh.
Oh, my God.
- David.
- Whoa.
Looks scrumptious.
They call it Chocoholic's Choice.
Claim it is the ultimate cupcake.
Oh...
Oh, it smells great.
Don't you dare.
- Isn't this the week you're gluten-free?
- Thank you, Ziva. You shouldn't have.
I owe you
for letting me sleep at your place.
Slumber party.
You two spent the night together?
- What's going on here, McGee?
Don't know, don't care.
None of my business, DiNosy.
You are such a control geek.
Freak.
Yes, that too.
Why do you always need to know
everything that everybody does?
What he needs to know
is that a lieutenant commander's body
was found in Rock Creek Park.
Identified as a female United States
Navy lieutenant commander.
- Gear up.
- Her name's being withheld pending
notification of her next of kin.
Lieutenant Commander
Carrie McLellan, 35,
stationed at the Pentagon. She worked
as a congressional liaison officer
for the Navy Office
of Legislative Affairs.
Lives alone
in the Cleveland Park area.
Help DiNozzo.
Single, small-calibre gunshot
to the back.
No exit wound.
However, her death
took place elsewhere.
This blood stain to her back indicates
she bled out on a solid surface.
Time of death?
Movement of the body
and water complicates matters,
but at least 12 hours,
no more than 24.
I'll be able to be more accurate
when I get her back on the table.
They were predicting precipitation.
Just what we need.
Got a partial shoe print here, boss.
Uh... Boss?
Work fast.
It rains, we lose evidence.
Yeah, Gibbs.
You stayed at Abby's last night, huh?
Did you guys sleep
in the same room?
It is a one-bedroom apartment.
One-bedroom, one bed.
- One coffin.
- You want the truth?
Yeah. I think I can handle the truth.
My building was being fumigated, Abby
was kind enough to let me stay over.
On the couch. In my pyjamas.
- Come on. Couldn't you lie a little?
DiNozzo,
after you're through here,
the victim's apartment.
Right.
We're fighting the weather,
he wants us to hurry, then he leaves.
What is this all about?
Senator.
Gunny.
Hello, Patrick.
- Thanks for coming, Jethro.
- Yeah, sure.
Why here?
Well, it's best we not be seen together
right now.
I saw on the news
a lieutenant commander
was found shot in Rock Creek Park.
NCIS involved?
I just left there.
Was it Carrie McLellan?
Did you know her?
Did you know her?
We were having an affair.
Why do you think
it was Carrie McLellan?
News report said the victim
was a female lieutenant commander.
Carrie lived near the park.
We were supposed
to meet last night.
She didn't show, didn't call.
Try to reach her?
Carrie always made the contact.
Nothing unusual
about a congressional liaison
calling a senator's office.
Her parents been told?
Not yet.
They'll be devastated.
She was an only child.
I'm an idiot, Gunny.
I've thrown my career away.
Lynn and the kids don't deserve this.
Once the affair is made public,
everyone is gonna think I killed her.
Pat, I can't cover this up.
Don't expect you to, Jethro.
Tell me
about the lieutenant commander.
She was an incredible
young woman.
Smart.
- Well-liked.
- Ex-boyfriends?
- None that she mentioned.
- Problems?
She had a run-in
with her commanding officer.
Yeah? She say what it was about?
Not really.
He took exception
to a report she wrote.
The media is gonna have
a field day with this.
Couldn't have happened
at a worse time.
My energy bill
is up for vote next week.
It shouldn't be defeated
because of my indiscretions.
Legislation is far too important.
The economy is a mess.
And fuel costs are leading the way.
This bill is a way
of turning things around.
Could you please keep my name
out of this until after the vote?
I'll see what I can do.
Oh, it is sad.
It was her birthday last week.
Her grandmother sent her this card.
Am I the only one that's starving?
Haven't eaten since lunch.
There's a half a veggie pizza
in the fridge.
Tony, what are you doing?
I'm building a profile of the victim.
Not exactly Navy issue.
She was not just a Navy officer.
She was also a woman.
Officer and a gentlewoman.
Richard Gere, Debra Winger.
It's a rare commodity.
Military chick flick.
It appears she had a lover.
"To the woman I love.
You mean everything to me."
And it is signed, "You know who."
- Why would he not sign his name?
- Well, maybe he's not a he.
Maybe it's a she.
We are dealing with the military.
Don't ask don't tell.
- It looks like a man's handwriting.
Definitely a man.
- How do you know?
- Medicine cabinet.
Low oestrogen birth control pills.
She's on the ninth day of her cycle.
You just love snooping around
into other people's lives, don't you?
Yeah. That's why I became a cop.
Hey, boss.
- Everything all right?
- Yeah.
No signs of a struggle.
Didn't find any traces of blood.
The commander wasn't shot here.
Neighbours described the victim
as a Ioner.
No one knew her particularly well.
Still looking for her personal
effects. Keys, wallet, cell phone.
Her car's parked
in her space downstairs.
She's got a lover
who won't sign his name.
There's no pictures
or evidence of him in the apartment.
Boss, my gut tells me she was having
an affair with a married man.
Lieutenant Commander
spent more time on the Hill
than she did at the Pentagon,
but that goes with her job.
When's the last time you saw her?
Monday's staff meeting.
She had top-secret clearance.
Do I have a security problem here?
I don't know.
What were her responsibilities?
Developing and coordinating
relationships
between representatives of the DON
and members of congress.
She made a lot of powerful friends.
Carrie was on the fast track.
Ever meet her boyfriend?
Didn't know she had one.
Don't really know anything
about her personal life.
I understand you took exception
to a report
Lieutenant Commander
McLellan filed.
Technical specs
were supposedly leaked
to a defence contractor a couple days
before their official release.
It was no big deal.
Never traced to my command.
McLellan wrote it up,
I told her not to.
She could be stubborn.
- That it?
- Yeah, for now.
Gonna need
to take a look at her office.
Had it secured. I'll make arrangements
for you to get in.
Hmm. That's odd.
- What?
I'm looking at Commander McLellan's
cell phone calls for the past month.
Restaurants, family, nothing unusual,
but there is one number
- she called 36 times.
- Trace it.
I don't have to.
It's the Capitol switchboard.
Well, that makes sense.
I'm sure she has to call senators
and representatives' offices
all the time.
- It's part of her job.
- That's exactly my point.
- Wouldn't she have direct numbers?
How'd it go?
Admiral made an impression
on DiNozzo.
I'm gonna check him out.
He's more interested
in covering his ass than the victim.
You got anything, McGee?
I ran a locator search
on McLellan's cell.
Either her phone is turned off
or the battery is dead.
So I pulled her phone records.
She made numerous calls to the
Capitol, always to the switchboard.
She didn't want her calls traced.
Accessed her ESR.
She was fourth in her class
at the academy.
Been nothing but uphill since then.
Awards and rapid promotions.
The family
has not returned my call yet.
Got a minute?
So, what's up with el jefe?
Yesterday, he leaves the scene
with no explanation.
Today, he knew the admiral
had a problem with the victim.
Where'd he get that?
Maybe he's bluffing.
- Uhn-uhn. It was on the nose.
- Whose nose?
On the money, bull's-eye,
right as rain.
You were doing better before you
went back to Israel. You've reverted.
I found this message
on my private line.
You have one saved message.
The gun that killed
Lieutenant Commander McLellan
can be found in the drainage ditch
alongside the two-mile marker
near the Grant Road entrance
to Rock Creek Park.
It's so filthy, I can't see anything.
It is filthy.
It must be some kind of sewage thing
or something. Ugh.
It's not here.
Someone's messing with us.
McGee.
Hey.
I see something.
Over here. Look.
Look, look, look.
There. See that?
It's like a sort of shadowy thing.
Here. Your turn.
I am the Jedi master.
You are the Padawan learner.
No, it's farther.
Farther out.
I can't go farther.
Farther out.
- I can't.
All right, here.
Come on, I got you. I got you.
You got me?
I'm holding you.
Farther out. Here, hold on.
A little further.
Ho-ho.
What's that? What do you got there?
See? I told you I saw something.
- Ow.
- Ha.
I had nothing to do with that one.
It's a Smith & Wesson.32 kit.
Just like the gat Bogie was packing
in Maltese Falcon.
It's the stuff dreams are made of.
Out of my way.
Any prints on the weapon?
Gibbs, it was underwater
and covered in mud.
McGee found it with his butt.
The serial number remained intact.
I gave it to Ziva.
She's running it down.
So the test-fired slug is on the left,
and the one that Ducky removed
from our victim is on the right.
You've got
your murder weapon, Gibbs.
Yeah.
Handed to us on a silver platter.
Near the Grant Road
entrance to Rock Creek Park.
Secure line.
Restricted number.
Find out who made the call.
Director Vance, I'll need the password
to your voicemail account.
- For your eyes only.
- Yes, sir.
And the messages from my wife,
not for your ears.
I understand.
McGee.
Go home, change.
You think
this is a catch-me-if-you-can?
The killer's taunting us?
Possibility.
The lieutenant commander
had top-secret clearance.
Worked on the Hill,
had a lot of high-profile contacts.
I'm gonna need to be kept
in the loop on this.
I've been on this case less
than 24 hours.
When I get something concrete,
I will let you know.
Abby. What are you doing?
A boundary has been crossed, Gibbs.
I've been violated.
Nothing is sacred anymore.
Yeah, tell me.
Someone stole my cupcake.
- Cupcake?
- Yes, and it wasn't just any cupcake.
It was
a Chocoholic's Choice cupcake.
There is a thief amongst us.
I'm gonna find out who,
and they're going to be sorry.
Do you think you could pull yourself
away from this long enough
to focus on the murder?
I've been working, Gibbs.
Commander McLellan,
she buys a lot of clothes online,
she downloads classical music
and she reads her horoscope
every day, as do I.
Today, it said I was gonna have
a positive encounter with a coworker.
Not gonna happen.
- Is that all you got?
- No.
I also found fibres
on the victim's clothing.
They're consistent
with automobile carpet.
So I'm running the fibres
through the FBI fibre database
to try to find out
the make and model.
What?
What?
Is that a cupcake crumb?
No.
We'll see.
Thanks, Jer.
You are indeed the man. Ha, ha.
Ahem.
If Carrie McLellan had a married lover,
I've got a pretty good candidate.
Her CO, Admiral Graves.
What'd you find out?
He and the wife separated
a year ago.
Now they're back together
trying to make it work,
but my source at the Pentagon
says he's still a player.
Who's your source?
Jerry the barber.
- A barber?
- Yeah.
Works in the Pentagon
Athletic Center.
Overhears more gossip
than anyone else in the building.
Barbers, manicurists, shoeshine guys,
they're invisible.
People talk in front of them
like they're not even there.
Graves is involved.
- You accusing an admiral?
- Following my instincts.
Boss, the anonymous call
made to Director Vance
came from a burn phone.
It was purchased in cash
from a convenient store in Arlington.
- When?
- More than a year ago.
Surveillance is only kept for a month.
Call originated from a cell tower
near Lafayette Park
across from the White House.
Oh, and I identified the voice.
- Who?
- Not exactly a who.
The sly brown fox
quickly jumped over the lazy dog.
It's the text reader
from WriteDraft 2007.
The most sophisticated
voice-generating software around.
Are we ever gonna catch a break
on this one?
I got lucky with the gun.
The serial number indicates
it was manufactured in 1949.
It was never registered.
But the firing pin looked new,
so I checked around.
Turns out, ten years ago,
it was taken to a master gunsmith
for restoration and cleaning.
The owner's name was
Otis Tripp.
He died in 1999.
No one leaves here till I get back.
Okay, now I'm officially curious.
We found the murder weapon.
That's a good thing, right?
Yeah.
Owned by a Marine
who's been dead nine years.
Otis Tripp, your father-in-law.
A Smith & Wesson.32 kit,
have you ever seen it?
Yeah.
Otis left it to me.
I don't understand.
It was in my den,
locked in my gun cabinet
with the rest of my collection.
Where did you find it?
All right, I see where this is going.
I did not kill that woman.
Jethro, I could never
get anything by you.
You could always see
right through my bull.
I'm telling you the truth.
I did not kill Carrie McLellan.
Somebody's framing me.
It sure looks that way.
Did Carrie get killed because of me?
Yeah, Gibbs.
I need you back at my office now.
What?
I gotta go. I love you too.
Yeah?
When'd the call come in?
About an hour ago.
You have reached the voicemail of...
What's taking so long?
I led you to the gun.
When is an arrest
going to be made?
Is Special Agent Gibbs covering up
for an old friend?
If there's something
you've been holding back,
now would be a very good time
for you to tell me.
- Where the hell are you going?
Director Vance,
Senator Patrick Kiley.
I met Carrie
about a year and a half ago.
She was helping me
with two high school students
from my state who I was sponsoring
for admission to the academy.
I became fascinated.
Her intelligence, wit, beauty.
I kept finding excuses to see her.
Obviously, that was a mistake.
And when you heard she was dead,
you called Special Agent Gibbs.
I knew the investigation
would lead to me.
In Jethro's defence,
the first thing he said
was he wouldn't cover anything up.
The senator's being framed.
By whom?
Any enemies?
I'm a politician, Director Vance.
Enemies come with the territory.
Anyone in particular?
Yeah. Big oil money.
I hate to accuse anyone.
We're talking about murder.
No, Pat.
No, we're talking about you.
We're talking about your life.
The murder of a Naval officer
who might've been killed
because of her association with you.
My energy bill is going to pass.
If I'm a suspect of a murder,
the legislation is dead.
There's a lobbyist.
Reed Talbot,
who's been trying to dig up dirt on me.
Would he have killed somebody
over a bill not passing?
It could cost the oil companies
tens of billions of dollars.
And the vote's next week?
Tuesday.
Your status as a senator aside,
this investigation
will take us where it takes us.
But it's the agency's policy
never to divulge details
of an ongoing case.
Thank you.
Hey, guys,
I identified the fibres found
on the lieutenant commander's
clothing.
Charcoal grey
from the cargo compartment
of a 2003 to 2006
Jeep Grand Cherokee.
Hmm. Must be hundreds of those
in the metro area.
Twelve hundred and sixty-seven.
Open your mouth.
- What? Why?
- I need a DNA swab.
What's this about?
Someone stole her cupcake.
No. It's an invasion of privacy.
McGee, I will get your DNA
one way or the other.
Do what the woman says.
She sleeps in a coffin.
Thanks. You're next.
Well, can I do that myself?
I don't like people putting things
in my mouth.
Thanks.
Abby, you're making too much of this.
I'll buy you another cupcake.
Feeling guilty, Ziva?
I got you the cupcake.
No one is above suspicion.
Is that, uh?
Yes, it is.
Ziva, background on Reed Talbot,
lobbyist for oil interests.
McGee, director got
another anonymous phone call.
- On it, boss.
- Come on, DiNozzo, you're with me.
I need your DNA, Gibbs.
- I'll show you to the study.
- Senator, is everything all right, sir?
You haven't been answering
your phone.
I turned it off, Cole.
Everything's fine.
Um... You know you missed
the Press Club dinner.
I know.
Special Agents Gibbs and DiNozzo.
This is Cole Erickson,
my chief of staff.
FBI?
NCIS.
We're here investigating
a stolen weapon.
- I'll explain it later, Cole.
- Leroy Jethro Gibbs.
I thought I heard a familiar voice.
I was gonna give Patrick grief
for disappearing tonight,
but since he was with you,
I'll forgive him.
Hello, Lynn.
- Hi, I'm Lynn.
- Anthony DiNozzo.
Lynn, I wish it were,
but this isn't a social visit.
Oh?
Honey, we have to talk.
What's wrong?
Cole, would you take Agents Gibbs
and DiNozzo into the study?
They're here to look
at my gun cabinet.
Uh... Yes, sir.
Right this way.
Patrick?
Let's go in here.
Look at that. Armed to the teeth.
Desert Storm?
Yeah, our base camp in Doha.
You're that gunnery sergeant
the senator always talks about.
We served together.
Well, the way he tells it,
you made a young raw lieutenant
look good.
It's locked.
- You know where the key is?
Um...
The senator keeps it
in his top drawer.
I got it.
Thanks very much.
We'll let you know if we need anything.
Well, some things never change.
The door is unlocked and you're down
here working on that damn boat.
How you doing, Lynn?
I've had better days.
It is a 6-to-5 game,
top of the seventh inning
and the series is tied
at two games a piece.
- Is the bar open?
- Perez takes the sign, digs in.
- There's the wind-up.
- Sure.
Oh, and a strike on the inside corner
just caught him...
Thank God
the boys are away at school.
I had to get out of the house.
Been driving around for hours.
I realised I needed someone
to talk to
because I promised the bastard
I wouldn't tell anyone
about his sleazy affair
with the dead girl,
but since you already know...
Go. Talk.
You were there for me.
If you can get through
Shannon and Kelly's deaths,
I can get through this.
You gotta be tough.
A circus when the media
gets a hold of it.
I tell you one thing, Jethro.
I am not gonna be the dutiful wife
standing by his side
at the press conference. Uhn-uhn.
He got himself into this,
he can deal with it.
You knew about the affair?
Not at first.
I mean, you suspect,
but you don't wanna believe it.
I didn't even know
who the woman was.
I knew where they were meeting.
At his chief of staff's apartment.
Cole Erickson.
I didn't like that weasel
from day one.
He seems very loyal.
Loyal?
He'd do anything Patrick asked.
- I think he's in love with my husband.
- Hmm.
I've never seen him with a woman.
Ah.
Patrick. It's the fifth time he's called.
You can't keep avoiding him.
Well, I'm not feeling very forgiving
at the moment.
That'll come.
You need to go home.
Thanks for listening, Jethro.
You know, as much as I hate Patrick
at this moment,
you and I both know
he's a Marine to the core
and he would never shoot anyone,
let alone a woman, in the back.
- Okay, talk to me, Abs.
Thanks.
Okay, I analysed all the prints
from the gun cabinet,
matched them all
to the elimination print
that Tony took from Senator Kiley,
his wife
and the chief of staff, Cole Erickson.
There was one right index finger
that didn't belong to anybody.
I ran it through AFIS, nothing.
Did the senator
have a housekeeper?
Well, you'd think so. What's that?
That the shoeprint McGee lifted
from the crime scene?
Um... No. Uh...
The print that he lifted
was from a metro policeman.
Well, then what's that?
I'm so close to a bust, Gibbs.
You cannot have my cupcake
and eat it too.
- You're not serious.
- Dead.
Thurman Atteberry the night janitor?
It seems like he's recently put on
a little weight.
Reed Talbot.
Look at the crooked grin on his face.
Well, he's a lobbyist.
Arm-twisting sleazebag.
To quote the congressional aide
I interviewed this morning:
"Reed Talbot
will do anything in his power
to defeat Senator Kiley's energy bill."
I have a feeling about this guy.
Yeah, I had a feeling
about Admiral Graves.
Even I can be wrong.
Abby's got a fingerprint
she can't match.
Talbot's on file?
No. Checked.
He has never been in the military
or arrested.
Hey, are Cole Erickson's prints
on the gun cabinet?
- Yeah.
- He's moving up my list.
Drives a 2006 Jeep Cherokee,
don't know the colour of the interior,
- but I'm gonna find out.
- Second anonymous call
to the director
was made from the same phone.
- The same location?
- No.
I need this.
What for?
- Hey.
- The call lasted 26 seconds.
Started on this cell tower,
halfway through,
transferred to this one.
Caller was in a vehicle,
travelling westbound on Independence.
Probably used a laptop
to generate the voice.
Excuse me, sir.
- Do you have a minute?
- Sure.
I am collecting signatures
for a national referendum.
- What's it about?
- There is a movement
trying to reintroduce
the 55-mile per hour speed limit
to reduce fuel consumption.
We are against it.
Do you know who I am?
A very handsome man who looks
like he keeps himself in shape.
Where do I sign?
Uh...
Phone number and e-mail?
That's optional.
Reed.
Well, I'll be happy to give them.
Yeah, to you.
- Thank you very much.
- My pleasure.
Here's the number of Erickson's PDA.
Trace it.
- I'm in the middle of something.
- Now.
Cole Erickson's Jeep
has a charcoal grey interior.
Matches the fibre
Abby found on the victim.
- Get a look at the vehicle?
Can't find Erickson.
Not answering his phone.
Called the senator,
Erickson never showed up for work.
They're looking for him too.
PDA's on.
- Where is it?
- Watergate complex.
Erickson has an apartment there.
- Yeah, we're here. Is it still on?
McGEE Yeah.
- Location?
- It's close.
McGee says the PDA's still on
at this location.
Give me a key.
Keep the hallway clear.
Mr. Erickson, NCIS.
Clear.
Boss, it's a suicide note.
This is 2214, over.
The suicide note was written
and printed on this computer.
Erickson's Grand Cherokee
is still in his parking space.
Having it towed
to the evidence garage.
Ziva, looks like you were wrong
about Reed Talbot.
He's still a crumbbag.
Hey, you got something?
Yes.
This area of the carpet
was recently cleaned.
I will get the ALS.
I can give you
a preliminary cause of death.
Asphyxia.
Yes, well, heh-heh,
it is rather obvious, isn't it?
Would you care to venture
the time of death?
Little after 10 this morning.
I'm not feeling very needed.
On what do you base
your reasoning?
Suicide note was written at 10:02.
Ah.
- Boss, found this in the desk.
It's the burn phone Erickson used
to make the anonymous calls
to the director.
The laptop has
WriteDraft text reader.
Listen to this.
What's taking so long?
I led you to the gun.
Gibbs, visitor.
1099368 Oak Street.
Cole's body still in there?
Can I see him?
It's a secured crime scene, Pat.
I just can't believe Cole
would do this.
When did he learn
about your affair?
He knew from the beginning.
He let us use his apartment.
What was his relationship with her?
Didn't really have one that I know of.
He met her a few times.
I had my own key
so he was usually gone
before we got here.
If what you're asking is,
did Cole disapprove?
Yes.
He left a note.
Full confession.
Admitted making the calls to NCIS.
Addressed to you.
Gibbs.
Blood.
Asphyxia, confirmed.
And I found a large quantity
of diazepam
in his stomach and blood stream.
- A depressant?
- Well, it's not unusual.
Suicides often take drugs to relax
so they won't change their mind.
And in his case,
pull the bag off his head.
You got an opinion?
It doesn't feel right.
We were handed the gun
and the suicide confession.
It's too easy.
Senator Kiley's holding
a press conference in two hours.
I've been asked to attend.
I would like to be able to confirm
that this case is solved,
but I'm getting a feeling
that you don't think so.
Hell, you can get a lot done
in two hours, Leon.
Hey.
You looking for me, Tony?
No. I am.
Do you think I'm an idiot?
- No.
- What, you thought
I wouldn't figure it out?
What is she talking about?
- The cupcake.
- You stole it from my refrigerator.
I have forensic evidence.
Your big fat fingerprint.
Come on, you think I'm that stupid?
Look, if I was going to steal
your precious cupcake,
I would not leave a fingerprint
on your refrigerator.
You didn't.
You used latex gloves.
Brand-new box, McGee.
Only prints, mine and yours.
You said
you were going gluten-free.
Where is it, McGee?
I was saving you
from yourself, Abby.
Where did you save it, McGee?
Okay, I ate it.
Look, it was late.
I hadn't eaten since lunch.
The machine in the breakroom
was empty and it looked so good.
What were you thinking, McGee?
She's a world-class forensic scientist.
- Thank you, Tony.
- I bought the cupcake for Abby.
So how was it?
It was life-changing.
- Book him, Danno.
- Break it up, we've got work to do.
Gibbs, we have a confession.
The blood on the carpet
was Carrie McLellan's.
She was killed
at Erickson's apartment.
More of her blood
was in the back of his truck.
That's how he moved the body
to the park.
McGee, pull Erickson's
phone company records for his PDA.
Find out if his device was used
during these dates and times.
Got you, boss.
This will be
after the press conference.
Your two hours are up.
Jethro, I appreciate you showing up.
It's good to have the support
of an old friend.
I'm not here to support you.
Let's...
I'm here to arrest you, Pat.
Is this a joke?
I don't think so.
Cole Erickson's confession
didn't pan out.
He wasn't the anonymous caller.
At the time you got the second tip
from the burn phone,
Erickson, he was 50 miles away
talking to his mother on his PDA.
You placed those calls, Pat.
When you were coming to meet me
at the Tidal Basin.
- Jethro, l...
No.
No, you traded on our friendship.
You did know that the investigation
of Commander McLellan's murder
would lead to you.
So you came to me
and you volunteered the information.
I should've known
I'd never get it by you.
- I shot Carrie.
- No, you didn't.
You said that I'd always know
when you were lying.
Well, you're lying right now.
- No, why would l...?
- Don't say any more, Patrick.
Your mistake, Lynn,
coming to me,
saying to me that Pat would
never shoot anybody in the back.
That detail was never released.
You never should've gone to him.
What the hell happened to you two?
I didn't go to Cole's apartment
to kill her.
I took my father's gun
to scare her off.
She got defensive,
said terrible things.
I lost it.
I don't even remember
pulling the trigger.
I got there right after it happened.
I wasn't going to let Lynn
go to prison
for something
that was ultimately my fault.
So when Cole got home,
I persuaded him
to help me dispose of the body.
Jethro, it was an accident.
Maybe.
But the murder of Cole Erickson
was cold, it was premeditated.
Framed him, made it look like suicide
to save yourselves.
You murdered him.
Do we need to leave
with handcuffs?
You are all out of favours, Pat.
Earlier today, NCIS agents arrested
Senator Patrick Kiley
and his wife, Lynn Tripp Kiley,
for the murders of Lieutenant
Commander Carrie McLellan
and Cole Erickson,
the senator's chief of staff. In a...
Welcome to Washington.
Would've appreciated a heads up
before the arrest.
You covered good.
Trust.
Loyalty.
They're important.
Well, I guess you know all about that
after today.
How do you think we're gonna do
in that department?