NCIS (2003–…): Season 6, Episode 6 - Murder 2.0 - full transcript

(sighs)

(dog barking)

(sighs)

(light thudding)

Hello?

(door squeaking)

Hello.

(door creaking)

(grunts)
Oh, Alice,
it's just me.

That's the third time you've
done that to me this year.

You know I don't like surprises.

Yeah, well...

Surprise.

It's our one-month anniversary.

I knew there was a reason
I married you.

(both moaning)

(laughs)

Mmm.
I'll be right back.

Be right here.

Okay.

All right.

Little Barry.

*

*

*

(Alice screaming)
Alice?

(Alice whimpering)
*

Alice, what's wrong?

Whoa!

(Alice panting)

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Run for your life,
probie, run.

What are you doing?
Just trying to
save your life.

What did you do?
Why do you
assume it's me?

That's a good point, but
in this case, actually...

ZIVA:
McGee!
Too late.

McGEE:
Why is she sitting at my...?

You're on your own, probie.

McGee, get in here!

Plead temporary insanity.
It's your best bet.

What did I tell you, McGee?

About what?

Uh...

I told you
to destroy those... twice.

I did. I did. No. I...

I-I didn't, um...

Tony. Tony.

Tony must have...

What, when you went
to get coffee?

You did not erase those photos,
did you?

Hmm?
(sighs)

Admit it, and I will
spare you one of your eyes.

I did not erase those photos.

Oh.
I think I know
what happened.

Um, I-I-I-I...

I just deleted
my old screensaver,

and theoretically,
the operating

system could have defaulted

to the photo directory,

but, you know, the odds...

Today's not your lucky day.

It is Halloween
later this week.

And I did see a black cat
this morning.

Well, it was...
it was dark brown.

Give me your hand.

GIBBS:
Better than losing

an eye, McGee. Let's go.

TONY:
What do we got, boss?

What do we got?
We got a...

It's a good question, DiNozzo.

(camera shutter clicking)

(camera shutter clicking,
garbled radio transmission)

My-My mother isn't quite
herself today.

Psycho.

You certainly have your moments.

The movie, Ziva.

Norman Bates.

Shower scene.

Hmm.

Looks like
their night was ruined.

I am going
to ruin McGee's whole year.

Don't you think
you're being a little uptight

about this
photo thing?

No, really. What do you think
he's doing with it?

I would rather shave my eyeballs
than contemplate that.

Blood is human, boss.

Not pure, but,
uh, enough to

make Janet Leigh scream.

We thought it prudent
to notify Ducky,
given the amount.

Source?

ZIVA:
McGee's still looking for it.

Mother!

Blood! Blood!

Psycho.

He has his moments.

I spoke to the colonel in
charge of base operations.

These outlying homes
receive their water

from local aquifers.

Water's drawn into holding tanks
and distributed

to these smaller nodes.

Pumped to the houses as needed.

DUCKY:
It's a technology
as old as the hills.

At Skara Brae
in Scotland,

as I recall,
a Neolithic stone village

was uncovered,
complete with plumbing.

Here we go.

SOLDIER:
Dr. Mallard?

Oh!

Sorry.

I'll go get the wrap.

You can drain it.

Yes, sir.

(camera shutter clicking)

Some bloating, to be expected
with the submersion.

However, that man
has not been in that tank

more than 24 hours.

That your time of death?

Perhaps. As to the cause,

these lacerations were made

postmortem. Note

the styrofoam-ish aspect
to the wounds.

Oh, blunt-force trauma
to the head,

but I doubt
that's a fatal blow.

I can also rule out drowning.

Yes, were that the case,
even with the immersion,

there would be conspicuous
amounts of froth on his

nose and mouth.

Hello, hello, hello.

What have we here?

(camera shutter clicking)

Mr. Palmer, get his chin.

Open wide.

(grunts)

(camera shutter clicking)

DUCKY:
Ah, the plot thickens.

What does that say?

A Web site?

The link redirects

to a CyberVid video.

Cyber... vid?

Anyone can upload anything,

and anyone can watch it.

You know, boss,
like, uh, LonelyGirl15?

Evolution of Dance?

Numa Numa Guy.

* Ma-ai-hii
Oh.

Yeah.
How cute.

Huh.
* Ma-ai-haa

You got to see this.

There he goes.

* Ma-ai-hii

* Ma-ai-huu

* Ma-ai-ha

I love this guy.

* Ma-ai-ha-ha...

Sorry. Um...

(turns video off)
Back to...
Back to our video.

We're the first viewers.

TONY:
What is this?

(gasping)

TONY:
That's our dead guy.

Oh, don't get in the van, man.

(alarm clock ringing)

What was that?

Oh!

(grunting)

(roaring)

(yelling)

(yells, alarm clock rings)

(thudding and yelling
continue)

(beep)

ID?

No hits
on the victim's prints yet.

I'm still running the DNA.

The CyberVid account
and redirect links

were opened
at an Internet cafe in Richmond

anonymously a month ago.

Someone might
remember something.

Go. David, DiNozzo.

Talk to security
at Quantico.

See who didn't
show up for work.

Um, Gibbs?

Primitus victor--

it's Latin.

It means first victim.

Yeah. I know, Abs.

(loud buzzing)

This never gets old.

Ah, nice timing, Jethro.

I thought you'd like to see
what we've found in our scans.

Or rather,

what we didn't find.

His brain...

is missing!

There's no need

to get so excited,
Mr. Palmer.

Where did it go?

Well, it appears to have
been removed trans-nasally

in a manner similar to that
used by the ancient Egyptians

prior to mummification,

most likely using a tool
similar to this.

JIMMY:
A missing brain,
and so close

to Halloween.

That's enough
to make you want to...

...go clean some pipettes.

Postmortem?

Well, judging by
the intracranial hemorrhaging,

I believe
the entire cerebrum was removed

when he was still alive.

Unconscious, of
course, but alive,

until of course, he wasn't.

Thanks, Duck.

At which point, he was frozen.

Frozen?

Abby's tissue analysis shows
massive cellular ruptures

that indicate
the body was frozen.

So, time of death?

Oh, not something
that I can determine

with any degree of accuracy.

Perhaps that was the intent.

Perhaps not.

There are many parts
to this puzzle, Jethro.

It's not a puzzle, Duck.

A game?

Oh, it's one
that this poor fellow lost.

McGEE:
Victim's name is Billy Cole.

26, native of Virginia.

Civilian?
Yeah. Cole
worked at

a local car wash.
Abby got a hit off his DNA.

Two years ago,

he donated his sperm.

Ah, the things
people will do for money.

You donated your sperm.

Didn't do that
for the money.

Just to enrich the world.

So, boss, I spoke to
security at Quantico.

(clears throat)
Oh, I'm sorry.
Did I interrupt?

Let's see who the
boss likes better.

Ziva?

Security at Quantico insists

no one could have gotten past
their checkpoints with a body.

Might have used one
of the rivers, but

how do you drag a dead guy
two miles

through the water unless...

It was frozen.

No. I was gonna say,
unless you had

one of those James Bond
submersible sleds

from Thunderball,
but frozen's good.

Float him right in.

What else you got?

Actually...

You know, actually,
I don't have anything else.

Cole had no criminal
record, and, uh,

no one reported him missing.

Any connection
to the couple on base?

As far as I can tell,
they were the first ones

to turn on their water.

Well, the killer did
leave a message

for whoever found the body.

Click the click.
(computer chirping)

ZIVA:
A cryptic message.

Could be anything.

But we'll figure it out.

We can do better.

McGee, Billy Cole's address.

DiNozzo.

On your six, Boss.

Hey, you haven't forgot

about that screensaver,
have you, Ziva?

Actually, I had.

Thanks for reminding me.

What are friends for?

TONY:
Nice place.

Glad I'm up
on my tetanus shots.

Everything okay, boss?

You seem kind
of quiet... er

than usual.

You're worried this
is just the first?

Eh, worried it's not.

(woman screaming)

* I... need love
Federal agents!

* Got to get me some love

Hey!

* Ooh, I...
(feedback screeches)

We closed the garage door!

(drumsticks clatter)

Billy disappeared,

I don't know,
about a week ago.

Owed me a couple months' rent.

Figured he was
just skipping out on us.

I can't believe he's dead.

Were you and he...?

No. My God, never.

No, just every

other guy in the zip code.

We were just roommates.

That's actually

the name of our band,
Just Roommates.

Billy was our
lead guitarist

until I found a new one.

The guy just didn't get it.

"It"?

(snickers):
If you have to ask,

you obviously
don't get it, either.

Need to see his room.

This is his room,

Agent...?

Gibbs.

"Gibbs."

That's an interesting name.

(groans)

So now that he's dead,
Agent Interesting Name,

if he has any money anywhere,

you know with the rent
he owes us, that would

be really... okay.

WOMAN:
What happened?

Was it a robbery?

Well, that's what we're...

trying to figure, ma'am.

Should we make you a list?

You know, people he knew,
phone numbers and stuff?

I watch a lot of TV.

Whatever you got.

Who was the last
one to see him?

I did.

He said he was
going out for a beer.

Never came back.

He does that sometimes.

The guy's got no focus,
and I told

him when I let
him in the band

I needed a lead that
I could count on.

You know, "no amateurs
need apply."

Boss.

Check this out.

You know where
this was taken?

Yeah.

Why?

I hate serial killers.

Though, at least this one
was kind enough

to give us the location
of the murder.

And the murder weapon.

You know, these
things always come

in threes, boss.

He gave us the location,

the murder weapon,

and the time of death.

He's daring us to find him.

Someone wasn't hugged enough
as a child.

(groans)

I guess Latin
for "second victim."

What's that?

(growling)

(muffled protests)

(man gasps)

Anything, anything you want
whatever you want.

Please, let me go.

Please.

Please let me go...

Where are you?

No, no-no,
no, no, no...

No, please...

(stammers)

(bell tolls, man cries)

(blows landing,
crying continues)

Between Mother Theresa
and Hitler,

I guess there's
all kinds.

How does he know who was
assigned to the case?

Working on it.

MAN:
Director?

Well, we should've
seen that coming.

Another murder has been
posted on the popular...

Do I need to tell
you SecNav

is already breathing
down my neck?

If it'll make
you feel better.

SecNav is already breathing down
my neck. Now you know.

I'll handle him,
you handle this.

...park in rural Virginia.

Just watch your back, Gibbs.

ZIVA:
If the killer's following
the same pattern, then each

of these clues
refers to the time,

location and cause of death
of the next victim.

TONY:
Wes Craven he's not.

Nightmare on Elm Street.

Scream. Swamp Thing.

Plenty scary to me.

I had nightmares all night.

That's 'cause you're
a lily-livered,

little chicken pants
who sleeps on plastic sheets.

If you are done, I suggest
we start with cause of death.

Radiation poisoning.

Drowning.

Killer nun.

Wow.

Maybe we should
try location.

Uh, some kind of, uh,
bombing range?

Anchor...

age, Alaska?

Convent.

Is that where they
keep the killer nuns?

Look, all I'm saying is
some of the nuns I knew

could get extremely agitated.

GIBBS:
Tell me you got something

better than
agitated nuns.

Well, we got an ID off

dead guy number
two's prints, boss.

Bob Simms.

51, former Navy chief.

Current address is
Central Union Shelter in DC.

He was homeless.

Connection to the first victim?

None we could find,
unless you count

yanking his brain out
through his nostrils.

Video was uploaded

to another anonymous
CyberVid account.

That's McGee-speak
for "we weren't able

to trace that one,
either."

I might be able
to help with that.

Those videos are
all over the news.

As soon as I saw them,
I knew I had to come in.

I think I know who made them.

It's Tommy's band,
but Billy was really

the one that made
things happen.

I can't believe he's dead.

Were you and he, um...?

Just friends.

I usually like guys that
are a little more mature.

Older.

The video?

Right, um,

a while ago, Billy decided
we should start

promoting ourselves
a little more.

Answered an ad for this guy
who makes music videos.

This is ours.

(vocalizing)

I'm not really
a professional singer.

* Smell so good...

Well, you have a very, um,

interesting way of holding
the microphone.

Ziva.

No, it's okay.

Haven't really figured
out what I am yet.

* ...of thing you want
to drown in *

* I need to know...

Wait, this is it.
* No matter what the cost

* There's no cost to high
I ain't lyin'... *

Name?

Director's info's on the disc.

(video stops)

Sam Loomis,
Loominosity Pictures.

It's in Arlington.

Take DiNozzo.

She's pretty.
She's a good agent.

You guys hiring?

I wouldn't mind hanging out.

I feel safe here.

I can assign an agent to you.

You?

No.

I'll be okay, I guess.

You got a problem,
give me a call.

Only if you have a problem.

That obvious?

And I was trying
to hide it.

Another thing I'm not good at.

Take care you of yourself, Rose.

I'm working on it.

TONY:
Nice girl.

Wasn't my type, though.

Really?
She was breathing.

Well, I have
standards, Ziva.

Otherwise, I'd be
dating you.

(music plays in distance)

Hello?
(music grows louder)

What do you want?
NCIS.

Like to ask you
a few questions.

Oh...

Sorry. Been robbed once
already this month.

We're looking for Sam Loomis.

You're looking at him.

The music video director?

Yeah, and, uh...

weddings and I
did one bris.

Come on in.

Well, it's
like you died

and went to probie heaven.

Sorry this place is such a mess.

Used to be a lot neater.
I was an accountant.

Didn't even have e-mail
when I retired,

and now look at me.

What can I do for you?

Do you know...?
(IM chimes)

Hang on a sec. I, uh...

I hit some tail
at the assisted living center

across the street,
and, uh, now

she won't leave me alone.

Sorry, uh... yes.

I know him.
He was my first.

"First"?

Music video. I went down
to the Apple Store

to get an iPod
for my grandson,

and stayed
for the free classes.

And now I pull in
five C-notes a month

shooting freelance video.

(IM chimes, Loomis groans)

Billy Cole is dead.

Yeah, I know.
I saw it on the net.

What does it
have to do with me?

Your video is very similar

to the one the killer
left behind.

So that makes me a suspect?

It makes a coincidence
and I'm not a big fan of them.

Well, actually, it makes about
300,000 coincidences.

(laptop beeps)
That first video,

I didn't have a clue
what I was doing.

Luckily, I had some help.

*

McGEE:
Been working
or surfing the Internet?

Both. Sam Loomis used
a Web site to make

the Just Roommates video, boss.

McGEE:
The link is to a
viral ad campaign.

The site lets you upload
your own footage

and randomly cuts in images

it grabs from your
photo file.

TONY:
Right.

The instant music video killer
must've used it

for his video.
How many, uh...? Uh...

Hits.

Uh, this site doesn't
log IP addresses,

so we're going to have to go

through them by hand.

It still doesn't let
Loomis off the hook.

We're running his alibi

right now for the night
of the murders.

Should we bring him in?
(phone ringing)

Uh... let you know.

(beeping, clicking)

DISTORTED VOICE:
Aren't you going

to say hello, Agent Gibbs?

Hello.

You won't be able
to trace this call.

Not where I am.

Yeah? Where's that?

I'm sure you'd like to know,
but I'm not going

to make it easy.
Not for someone like you.

A decorated Marine,

Six-time recipient

of the Meritorious Civilian
Service Award.

Yeah, well, I'll tell you what,
after I bring you in,

it might just be seven.

I know you'll do
your best to find me.

I've been looking for you
a long time, Agent Gibbs.

I expect no less.

How's the trace coming?

It's a voice-over IP, boss.

He's bouncing it
all over the world.

So determined, so capable...

You know, you and I
are a lot alike.

Yeah? How's that?

We're both going to hell.

Well, I think you should
speak for yourself.

A man like you
is not easy to find.

And so I have something very
special planned for you,

Agent Gibbs.

I think you're really
going to like it.

(staticky beeping)

Sorry, boss.

(groans)

(beeping)

Yeah, Abs, what do you got?

It's another video, Gibbs.

It just popped up.

I'm sending the URL now.

Abs, you're sure
this is the killer's?

These links
usually come with bodies.

Yeah. I was monitoring
the killer's

original CyberVid account
and I caught this uploading.

Oh, my God.

That poster is right
outside my lab.

He was here.

He walked right by my lab.

Abby, this isn't
a flash code.

It's H-dot-two-six-four.

Hey, McGee?

Boss, this isn't a video.

It's streaming live.

He's outside Abby's lab.

I can see him, Gibbs.

He's right outside my door.

Abby, we're coming, Abs.

Lock down
the entire building.

Almost there.
Meet us
on level one!

Intruder may be armed.

Just hurry.

Freeze!

Ah, hell, Harry.

I'm just here to mop up.

Camera's in the cart.

I'll check on Abby.

Abby!

It's okay. You're...

(groans)

Again with the Krazy Glue.

Consider yourself lucky.

It was either that
or hydrochloric acid.

Did you catch him?

Well, we caught somebody.

TONY:
Jani-cam.

That's a new one.

Do you really believe
Harry's involved?

Gibbs will know
soon enough.

I've never been so scared
in my whole life.

Except when

my stalker-ex tried
to kill me.

And

when my insane assistant, Chip,
had me at knifepoint.

And when McGee's crazy fan

put a gun to
my head...
We-we got it, Abs.

How's Harry?

He's innocent.

He's got an alibi

for both murders.

Does he have any idea

how the camera got
in his lunch box?

He was moonlighting

last month.
The killer

could have planted the camera
while Harry was off base.

If he planted the camera
a month ago,

he couldn't have known
Gibbs was assigned to the case.

He was targeting Gibbs
from the beginning.

You must have really pissed
somebody off.

It's not a short list.

Of people that-that
you've angered

just because you have
rock-solid principles
and so it's easy

for people
to misunderstand that,

and misconstrue.

You know, people...

Why don't you quit
while you're behind, DiNozzo.

I'm trying.

It's not about me.

Whatever it was about,

we've had a serious breach
in security,

not to mention a serial killer
still out there.

I've got a press
conference in five.

How close are we?

The phone call rules out
our only suspect.

Sam Loomis was with us
when the killer called.

Keep me updated.

Somebody get McGee
a new pair of shoes.

Can you trace
the signal, Abs?

I don't even know
how it was broadcast.

But I'll find out.

Just I have two questions.

This video, it's different
than the others.

Why?

Okay, what's the other question?

Can I stay with you tonight?

DISTORTED VOICE:
That's why I have something
very special planned

for you, Agent Gibbs.

What do you have planned?

Well, I was hoping
you could tell me,

Duck.

This is a fascinating
individual, Jethro.

I can think of another word
for him.

Yeah, crazy.

Well, the precise term

is narcissistic personality
disorder.

Oh, yeah, well,
I'm familiar with that, too.

Yes, but where Agent DiNozzo

has an excessive need
for admiration,

he has empathy as well--

something

our killer lacks.

It's all a game to him.

Yes, and one he has chosen
to play with you.

I noticed.

Why?
Like

all narcissists,
he believes himself

to be the hero of his own story.

And all heroes need a villain.

Apparently, for that role

he has cast you.

Doesn't care

who he kills.

Well, he wants his 15 minutes.

He wants to be famous.

And, sadly, the more he kills...

More famous he becomes.

Yeah.

I shudder to think what he has
planned for a grand finale.

Perhaps some sort of doom....

Yes, I knew
I'd seen that before.

Duck?

The killer's last clues
were quite literal.

I suspect the same here.

That countdown
likely

refers to the time
of the next murder.

Need something more specific
than that.

Yeah, well, this

is the doomsday clock;
it's a symbol

of how close the human race is
to nuclear annihilation.

The clock time

changes with the
geopolitical situation.

It's currently set

to five minutes to midnight.

Less than three hours from now.

If Ducky's right,
we're already out of time.

If Ducky's right, then
the murder location is

in one of the other
two clues.
Ziva.

I will send alerts to all
churches in the area.

DiNozzo.
Uh, shipyards,
harbors, and Navy.

McGee.
Yeah, boss?

TONY:
Hey, Lou, it's DiNozzo.

Oh, um, well, I don't know.

Tony and Ziva got the easy ones.

Phone call, McGee.
Right.

Still working

on back-tracing
the killer's call.

TONY:
Something wrong, boss?

He's playing with us.

He's been playing
with us.

Got us doing

exactly what he wants us to do.

What choice do we have?

You want to evacuate
the Navy Yard?

He's coming here.

How do you know?

That could mean

anything.
It means

his next victim is

going to be in
the Navy Yard.
Gibbs,

I don't know if you've noticed,

but we run the Navy
out of the Navy Yard,

and you just want to abandon
ship based on a hunch?

The camera in Harry's cart--

video wasn't for us.

It's for him.

You think that was recon.

Killer was scouting the base?

NCIS I get, but why evacuate
the whole Yard?

You can't kill anybody, Leon,
if there's no one here to kill.

All right, I'll give you
points for the unexpected.

We were going to run a security
lockdown drill next week.

Move it up.

Not sure if I hope
you're right or wrong.

(phone rings)

Boss,
Yeah, McGee.

I was running the killer's call
through a spectrum analyzer

McGee.
and I noticed that...

The call--

the killer wasn't actually
on the line.

It was a recording.

Recording?
What do you mean a recording?

Sounded like a conversation.

He must have
prerecorded segments.

Used your voice to trigger
generalized responses.

Could have been anywhere.

Anybody.

Not anybody.

Abby's been working
on the jani-cam.

She was able to get a print
off the lens.

Explains the timing
of the killer's call to you.

Loomis had it prerecorded
in case we got too close.

What better way
to look innocent

than have the killer call
while he was in our presence?

TONY:
Alibi doesn't
check out.

Boss.

Five minutes to spare.

(exhales)

Boy, you guys must really
not have any other suspects.

Oh, we got enough.

Where'd you get that?

Look familiar?

Yeah, I used to shoot
time-lapse shots with it.

It got stolen from my place
about a month ago.

Did you report it?
No.

I fired my cleaning lady.

(sighs)

What?

It's hot in here.

Feels fine to me.

Man's got an
uncanny ability.

Should run his own
sweat lodge.

Tell me about
Billy Cole.

Look, talk

to Sally Hardesty
at Sunshine Retirement.

I was with her at the time
of the murders.

She said she doesn't remember.

She's old.

You know, she never
remembers my name.

Just, uh...

...you ask her
about Magic Fingers.

TONY:
Oh, boy.

It's all you, probie.

I hear you're good
on a computer.

What, is that
a crime now?

Well,

depends on what you're doing.

This how you reinvented
yourself, Sam?

You-you got no right
to do this to me!

Sit down.

I pay my taxes.

I could have...

my whole life I've done
what I've been told.

I'm a good person!

Something's wrong.

GIBBS:
Sit down!

I will not sit down!

I didn't do anything wrong!

(moans)

(groaning)

Help me.

Call Base

medical.

MAN:
EMS is on the way.

Tony.

(watch ticking)

DUCKY:
The Virgin Mary

he's not, Jethro.

He was poisoned.

Abby found traces
of fludrocortisone

in a patch he wore on
his skin for arthritis.

It made his blood pressure
skyrocket, which in turn...

Heart attack.

Well, that's putting it mildly.

His eyes?

That's a result
of the increase

in vascular pressure.

No doubt done
for dramatic effect.

Our killer is nothing,
if not a showman.

Nice timing.

Yeah, well,

the advantage of a
transdermal delivery system

is that it's
remarkably precise.

Jethro, it's
not every day

that you suffer
a setback in a case.

Setback?

This man died in your custody.

Was murdered in my custody.

Exactly, right under your nose.

I can imagine

how you must feel.
What's your point?

My concern is that the killer

knows how you feel.

He's pushing you
for some reason.

You're the arch enemy

in this narrative
that he's constructed.

One cannot help

but wonder: towards what
is he pushing you?

(phone ringing)

Yeah, Gibbs.

TONY:
More bad news, boss.

I'll be right up.

Oh, no.

Fourth video
just appeared, boss.

He's using
a proxy server in China.

I'm running a
snooper now, but I

wouldn't hold
your breath.
Let's see it.

I guess you really must not
have any other suspects.

That's the camera
in our interrogation room.

It's hot in here.

(stammering):
You got no right
to do this to me.

Sit down.

No, I will not sit down.

I did nothing wrong.

(groaning)

Help me.

(ticking)

Is this supposed
to mean you're next, boss?

McGEE:
The killer's never shown

the victim's face before.

We will not let
anything happen

to you, Gibbs...
if you want, I can...

What I want is to know
how he got that footage.

ABBY:
He has it

because we sent
it to him.

And by "we",

I mean me.

ABBY:
I was trying to figure
out how the killer

was broadcasting
a live stream

through Harry's
jani-cam,

and I uploaded the firmware

to try to track it,
and I got herpes.

She means a computer
virus, boss.

Um, yeah, and the camera
then uploaded

a Trojan horse
to the mainframe

that hijacked
our internal security system.

It's been cyber-casting

our interrogation room cameras
for over 24 hours.

Disable it.

Oh, I did.

I'm just...
I'm so sorry, Gibbs.

Not your fault, Abby.

It's your face
on there, Gibbs.

You're the next victim.

I'm not anyone's victim.

You could be dying of poison

right now.

The killer could
have put a bomb

in your cell phone, Gibbs.

Okay.

No bomb, but still...

we don't know what
this video means.

We know that someone's gonna die
in less than an hour.

Trojan horse--
can you trace it?

I tried, Gibbs.

I couldn't even
trace the jani-cam.

I mean, the killer
is bouncing signals.

Did you try both together?

You are a god amongst men.

The jani-cam and the Trojan
horse are outgoing sources.

Now we have two.

If we turn them both on...

We can triangulate
back to the killer.

Or you could just stand there
looking at me.

(typing)

Releasing the
Trojan horse.

Re-initializing
the camera.

Carrier signals
are broadcasting.

Trying to hide behind

the Great Firewall
of China, but...
We got 'em.

Video is being rerouted

to a DSL account
registered to...

Rose Woodhouse.

TONY:
Local LEOs
are at Rose's place.

Neighbors say
she just left.

Hasn't seen the roommate
in two days, and boss...

there's blood all over his room.

McGEE:
No recent
credit card

activity, but I did find this.

Rose registered this
trademark two weeks ago.

CyberVid Killer.

TONY:
Smart-- imagine
how much money

Manson would have made if he
owned the name, Helter Skelter.

Gets better: her father
was an Egyptologist.

TONY:
Oh, well, that

explains the savvy

with the nose-pick
from hell.

Killer's last video.

Whatever it means,
we've got

less than 30 minutes
to figure it out.

If it means Gibbs is
the victim, then we should

just stay
right here.
And if I'm not?

Someone else dies.

Where is that?

Sears Tower.

Chicago.

GIBBS:
Moscow.

Rio.

Death by jet lag?

The clue is
not the city.

Clue is the snow.

Boss, I am not
a god among men, you are.

I've got it.

Now, my CPU is too small.

I'm gonna let that slide.

McGEE:
I'm gonna need

a little more time
to figure it out.

Well, it is the CyberVid Killer.

If McGee wasn't meant to do
the heavy lifting, who was?

This is the only video
that's contained flash frames.

That is radiographic static,

commonly referred to as...
Snow.

But it just looks like snow.

It's actually encrypted data.

There's another link
embedded in the snow.

McGEE:
It's a live video link.

There's the roommate.

At least he's still alive.

For now.

Got our next murder weapon.

Shotgun.

And location:
that was Loomis's place.

We will go.

If you are the intended victim,
this may just be a way

to lure you out.
It's working.

Less than two minutes.

McGee, Ziva.

Really wish you'd stayed
in the car, boss.

DiNozzo, will you shut up

or I'm gonna shoot you.

NCIS!

Drop your weapon, Rose.

I wish I could.

I'm sorry.

We will shoot you.

Shoot her!
She's freaking crazy!

Drop it.

Please just leave.

Somebody shoot her!

Please, I don't want to die.

You have three seconds,
or we will shoot.

Uh, boss?

What the hell are you doing?

Put the gun down, Rose.

He said he'd kill me.

Are you crazy?

Shoot her. Come on!

Only one I'm gonna shoot is you.

(chuckling)

(snickering)

It's a dead man's switch.

I've got her
wired with C-4.

So you shoot me,
and we all die.

Ah-ah.

Ah-ah.

Ah.

Come on, Gibbs,
do you really want to die?

Do you?

No, you want to be famous.

You don't want to die.

Get this the hell off me!

ZIVA:
All right, just
hold still.

(Tommy laughing)

TOMMY:
NCIS.

I knew I should have gone
with the FBI.

It's cliché, but,
look what you get

for trying
something different.

Clear.

He said if I didn't just
stand there, he'd kill me.

You said we were shooting
another music video!

(shouting)
I hope you fry!

(grunts)
Come on, Rose.

(Rose grunting)
Come on,
let's go.

He set her up.

How did you know?

The video camera?

Yes, they had one of those
at every murder.

On the victim.

Eye was the
murder weapon.

Total cliché, you know.

You ripped that off
from Se7en.

Wrong!

At the end of Se7en,

the cops killed the serial
killer, not another victim.

It's totally different!

Doesn't matter.

I still win.

You?

You may be the famous Leroy

Jethro Gibbs.

(laughs)
But you're...

You're nothing
but a set piece.

Who caught Gacy, huh?

Manson?

I don't know.

But Tommy Doyle?

Oh, he's gonna be a household
name by the 10:00 news.

MAN (on TV):
Authorities say

the CyberVid Killer
is in custody.

However, citing possible links
to terrorism,

officials are not releasing
his identity, and details

of how they arrested him
are being kept under wraps...

Thank you and
congratulations.

(applause)

Way to go, Marie.

Our sources believe
we may never know his real name.

Yeah, that's
got to hurt.

All that for a
question mark.

It's very revealing the lengths
that some men will go

to thrust themselves
into the limelight,

while others are content
to live quietly in solitude.

VANCE:
The next award
to be presented

is the Meritorious
Civilian Service Award

for demonstrating
unusual initiative

and a pattern of excellence.

Special Agent
Leroy Jethro Gibbs.

(applause)

Agent Gibbs.

(applause and whistling)

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