NCIS (2003–…): Season 7, Episode 15 - Jack-Knife - full transcript

(man groaning)

Oh, man, my head.

(groans)

(grunting and groaning)

Heatherton.

Yo, Heatherton.

Man, was that a party or what?

(grunting)

Step to it, Marine.

(gasps)

All right,
home again, home again.

Let's get some lights on
in here.

Look at that.

You got rid of the piles
of magazines.

Looks nice. Homey.

Not "homie" as in, you know,
"You're my homie."

I meant the place.

I'm gonna check your, uh,

fridge for some food.

I just asked you
to drive me, McGee.

Always happy to drive you, boss.

There's nothing in here
but fish food.

Well, you know what I could do?

I could, uh,

feed the fish,
and if you get hungry,

you could eat the fish.

Sorry. It's a bad joke.

Uh, you need help
with your shoes, or?

All right.

(door opening)

Got a new lock
on the front door.

That's to keep out
unwanted guests.

All right,
pick you up in the morning.

(door closes)

I know my goldfish didn't eat
a T-bone.

Pay you back, Agent Gibbs.

Friends are welcome.

You're not a friend.

I need your help.

I didn't want anyone
to see us talking.

You're paranoid.

I'm clean.

I'm off the juice.

Who do you think's watching you?

Guy named Aaron Szwed.
He's got a trucking company.

Friend of mine from the Corps
has been doing work for him.

Questionable work.

Go on.

This is...

This is Heatherton and me.

After we got shipped stateside.

Wife and kid left him.
He had some trouble

making the transition
back to civilian.

Unlike you?

I didn't carry him out of the
desert so he could wind up dead

in some alley tonight.

He came by for a drink.

Partied.
He was upset.

He wanted to tell me something
about the last job, and I...

You what?

I blacked out again.

Is your head straight?

I only had a couple
of beers, I swear.

Only had a couple you remember.

He's still laying
out there, Gunny.

(phone beeps on)

(auto-dial beeping)

- McGEE (over phone): Hello.
- Hey, McGee.

- Yeah, boss?
- Day's not over.

(train whistle blowing)

Well, it's, uh...
It's the District.

So, technically,
it's Metro's jurisdiction.

But we can take it
if we find a reason.

Cooperating witness.

Heatherton's not active service.

Hasn't been
since he was wounded in Iraq.

I'll call Metro.

If they can kick it

to the Bureau's Violent
Crimes Task Force,

they can hand it off to us.

Get, uh, Ziva
and DiNozzo out of bed.

What?

Wake 'em up.

Oh, oh, oh.

Right, um...
Get them out of bed,

because it's the middle
of the night and they're asleep.

Yes.

Individual beds.
Get them out of individual beds.

I was confused.
I thought we were talking...

Need some sleep yourself,
do you, McGee?

Uh, no.

You got bags under your eyes.

It's a look that I'm going for.

WERTH:
Believe me now?

What was Heatherton doing
for Szwed?

Driving a truck.
Like, serious driving.

Last run was cross-country
and back in less than a week.

He...

He said he messed up,
but he had to.

Something about being
a human first.

Heatherton was recruiting me
for the next run.

And, um...

Szwed offered it to me.

When?

Before I came to see you.

WERTH: I went to see Szwed at
his warehouse out in Manassas.

You Lucas?

Where's Heatherton?
Expecting two of you.

You guys haven't seen him?

SZWED:
Is this the wheelman?

Yeah.

But our boy Heatherton's
gone missing.

That guy's unreliable.

I'm not.

Your friend told me
you can drive.

If the money's right.

SZWED:
Really?

It's a two-man job.

We'll roll tomorrow.

I got someone in mind.

This is a murder investigation.

Szwed's body man Lucas...
he carries a jackknife.

I think they killed him.

You're not getting involved.

What do I tell his wife, Gibbs?

What do I tell his little girl?

I'll tell you.

You're just a witness here.

And you're not a very good one.

No.

I'm the guy taking a dead man's
place behind the wheel.

You need me, Gibbs.

What happened to your face?

What happened to your arm?

The job.

Same.

Office said you just got home
a few hours ago.

RICO case.

Couple of Mob hits.

Deep cover.

No sugar?

(sniffing)

Try not to look so chipper.

(sighs)

(slurping)

(exhaling)

All right, go.

I'm taking your crime scene.

Let me hop in the shower.

Tobias.

Nice slippers.

(neck cracking)

(grunts)

(clears throat)

Oh, sorry.

It's okay.

You were sleeping.

I know.

It's kind of like
being in a cave

with a hibernating bear,
you know?

Makes me nervous.

I'll fall right back to sleep.

You can do that?

Wish I could.

My brain,

once I'm awoken,
just keeps going.

Starts spinning.
Can't stop it.

Mm-hmm.

That would get irritating.

Yeah. I wish my brain
had an on/off switch, you know?

In the Corps, you learn

to get your sleep
wherever you can.

Well, that makes sense.

You never know

what's going to happen next,
right?

(sniffs)

(sighs)

(smacks lips)

Any time, Alice.

Boss.

I wasn't sleeping.

Werth and I were just
talking about how...

All right.
Let's go process the scene.

(engine starts)

You're already doing it,
aren't you?

(exaggerated yawning)

This time of year,
gaining weight, I got knots.

That's because you sleep
in a chair.

It's not a chair.

It's a not-chair?

It's a top-of-the-line
Comfortastic brand

gentlemen's reclining chaise,

with a pretty terrific
massage feature

and pretty fantastic cup holder.

It is a massage chair
that gives you knots.

- It is not healthy.
- (sighs)

I can assure you, dear boy,

with the passing years,
the knots do not get any looser.

(chuckles)

For the sake of your health,
give up the chair.

Can we just not...
not say "knot" anymore?

Thank you.

So, what are we... what are we
looking at here, Ducky?

Well, his throat's been slit

with what appears to be
a serrated blade.

Blood loss would have been
extreme and immediate.

So, I would give you odds
that he did not...

(sighs)

It would have been quick.

Bureau's case file
on Aaron Szwed

for interstate trafficking.

It's just allegations.

He runs a fleet of trucks
moving product overland.

That's legit.

His delivery rate is higher
than industry average.

Prices are higher, too.

He uses two drivers
per rig, alternating.

Heatherton told me
one's always armed.

Came across our radar last year,

when one of his drivers shot
a would-be hijacker.

The firearm
was legally registered.

Szwed didn't take any flack.

Gerald Lucas is listed
as his head of security.

But I couldn't find

any employment records
for Heatherton.

He was off the books.

Why don't we bring him in
and ask him about it?

Three reasons.

What's he moving,

where's he moving it,
and who's he moving it for?

It's tough to run

an interrogation
if you don't know

the who, what, why,
where, and how.

- (phone ringing)
- We know the when.

Yeah, Duck?

About two minutes.

No, stay.

Eat.

Drink.

No, I'm good.

You're good when I say
you're good.

And the lab says you're good.

(elevator bell dings)

Cooperating witness, Jethro?

Come on, what's the real story?

Ah, he was a Marine.

He saved his friend's life.

A couple other guys, too.

Corps didn't work out?

Seems like a team guy.

He's a Marine
who broke the rules.

You didn't lock him up?

I gave him a medal.

I had one just lying around.

You know, it's not
like he's wearing your pin.

You're not going steady
with the guy.

Tobias, it didn't mean anything.

I think it meant
something to him.

We can use
the information he's got.

Gives us the inside track.

But it doesn't go
further than that.

It doesn't matter what he thinks
he owes his friend.

In some Eastern cultures,

it is believed
that if you save a man's life,

you become responsible for him.

I can imagine the pain
the poor boy

must be experiencing
at the loss.

Assuming he's part of one
of those Eastern cultures.

Oh, east, west,
the mutual saving of a life

is a powerful bond.

(chuckles)
As evidenced by the two of you.

Is that why we're friends?

It's more like shared misery.

God knows you've got
enough to go around.

Hey, I'm a happy guy.

Since when?

You don't know
what I've been doing.

I haven't seen you in months.

Well, whose fault is that?

You only call
when you need something.

Well, apparently
when I need grief.

DUCKY (clears throat):
Uh, staying

on that subject for a moment,
if we could,

and the sad discoveries
I've made of the departed.

I've found severe fractures
of the first,

second, and third metacarpals.

Recently?
I just found them.

Very recent.

Yeah, it appears

the bones have been
systematically crushed.

Someone tried
to get him to talk.

I wonder what he had to say.

(snoring quietly)

I'm awake.

We didn't say anything, McGee.

But you did something,
didn't you?

What'd you do?

Did you try and put
my hand in this water?

That's a little juvenile.

You drew on my face, didn't you?

You drew on my face.

No.

I suggested stripping you naked,
putting

and dragging you down
to Autopsy,

so when you woke up,
you'd think you were dead.

But Ziva thought
it was in poor taste.

Well, thank you, Ziva.

I did not agree.

I think there are
a lot of people

who'd like to see you naked.

Anything
in Heatherton's apartment?

Nothing out of the ordinary,
Sleeping Beauty.

Szwed.

Couple of speeding tickets
two weeks ago.

One in Texas, one in New Mexico.

Hmm, he gets around.

So, who's this confidential
witness that's got Gibbs

so gung ho
about taking this guy down?

Confidential.

Oh, I see.

Well, in that case,
I'm not gonna tell you

what Ziva did to you
while you were napping.

Please, Ziva didn't do
anything to me.

Whatever you say, McGee.

(yawning)

WERTH:
Ziva.

Damon?

I was just, um, peeing in a cup.

Yeah, uh, Damon, let's,
um, let's head on down.

Right this way.

Szwed's truck rolls
in six hours.

- What do you got?
- We got nothing.

I don't like the sound of that.

Oh...

(cheery):
We got nothing!

Szwed's a trafficker
who has escalated to murder.

We got to stop the truck.

Or we can put someone on it.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

We talking about letting
Johnny Rambo

go all First Blood again?

Gee, I hope not.

Putting way too much trust
in this guy.

Sounds like a big gamble,
Jethro.

Let it ride.

(music filtering
through earpiece)

(beeping)

(door opens)

(music playing loudly,
McGee yells)

You told me to wake you up
at 2:00.

- What?
- It's 2:00.

Oh.

Thanks.

Hey, remember when you went
to Africa?

Uh, yeah, it left an impression.

You think there's,

um, any chance
that maybe you came in contact

with a tsetse fly
that was carrying the protozoan

trypanosoma brucei?

Abby, I don't have
sleeping sickness.

I'm just exhausted.

I had no idea
how hard Gibbs works.

I mean, keeping up with
his schedule's gonna kill me.

McGee, you can't do that, okay?

He's been practicing this
for, like, years.

Abby, I owe him.

For saving your life?

That's part
of his job description.

He pushed me out of the way
of a speeding car.

Pushing people is
really rude, McGee.

Seriously.

He's up at the crack of dawn,
if he goes to bed at all.

What exactly is running
through that guy's veins?

Coffee, McGee.

Right, boss.

No, get me some.

On it, boss.

And get everyone ready.

You're enjoying having a valet.

You done?

And the tox screen?

Positive for flunitrazepam.

Werth was roofied.

Is there anything else you need?

If there is, McGee will do it.

Last one to use the van
should have to clean it out.

There should be a rule.

There is.

Well, who was
the last one to use it?

You were.

(laughing)

I don't think so.

'Cause it smells like falafels.

And I know a certain
backup probie agent

that smells a little falafely.

You want to help?

Sure.

Thank you.

- Probie?
- Yeah, I'm in the process

of becoming a sworn NCIS agent.

Thought you had to be
an American citizen

to join a federal agency.

I'm also in the process
of becoming an American citizen.

I thought you had to be a
legal resident for, you know...

There are a few strings
being tugged.

TONY:
Pulled.

You pull strings.

You tug heart strings.

The heart has strings?

According to the poets.

Don't confuse the girl.
It's taken a lot

of marionetting
to get her this far.

And who's the puppet master?

Well, it's probably best
if we table the issue

of qualifications
in case someone asks

how you're qualified
to be on this op.

Not my first rodeo.

I know that, cowboy.

GIBBS:
Okay, ready to roll here.

TONY: Yeah, boss,
let's get this guy out of here.

ZIVA:
He needs to be wired.

GIBBS: Yeah,
we got to get him in first.

Then we wire him?

We got a plan for that.

McGee, go.

These are aerial photos
of Szwed's distribution hub

in Manassas.

That's the loading dock,

access road
which leads to Route 409.

Now, this is Gerald Lucas,
Aaron Szwed.

I pulled, uh,

prepass tracking numbers
on all of their rigs.

Somehow I doubt that'll help.

Well, maybe we'll get lucky.

No, no, the less
we leave to luck,

the better with a civilian
on the inside.

Putting a lot
of faith in you, son.

Observe only.

- Understood.
- GIBBS: One of ours

goes with you as your partner.

Find out what's
in the truck

and take it to the other end.

We'll be following,

then we'll bust both sides.

Two ways to follow.

Rule number 27.

First way,
they never notice you.

Second way,

they only notice you.

One team inside,
two teams trailing.

GIBBS:
Fornell's with me.

Well, then where are we?

TONY:
They're on their way in, boss.

You made it.

My partner.

What, no comment
about me being a woman?

You're kidding.

Like if I had a choice, I'd hang
around with more dudes, huh?

(chuckling)

And it'll make patting you down
more enjoyable.

Try not to enjoy it too much.

Good luck with that.

All right.

Got the telescopic mic up.

Check it out.

- (static crackling)
- Pretty cool.

Nothing yet.

A lot of big,
heavy walls in there.

I gave them the blueprints.

I'm sure they'll find
a sweet spot.

That's a lot of joe you got.

Double-fisting it, huh?

I'd be careful
with that much caffeine, uh...

That is sugar.

That's a lot of sugar.

Oh, yeah.

(grunts)

(garbled conversation
over listening device)

Mmm, there we go.

Oh.

(garbled conversation continues)

What's pretty boy
mumbling about now?

Wow, can you hold a grudge.

He broke my nose.

He dislocated my shoulder, okay?

Well, you have another shoulder.

I only have one nose
and it's on my face.

I mean, it's on my face, McGee.

Look, it was two years ago.

Just drop it.

That would be fine,
but he keeps coming back.

Gibbs should tell him
to just... be on his way.

Go live his own life.

Actually, Ducky thinks
that Gibbs feels

a connection to Werth
since we saved him.

Two schools of thought

on the lifesaving/
responsibility issue:

you got Robin Hood:

Prince of Thieves versus
The World's Greatest Athlete.

I saw that one.

The blond white guy
with the African tribe.

It's the young
Jan-Michael Vincent.

Loved him on Airwolf.

Stringfellow Hawke...

that may be the best
character name ever.

The tribe believed

that the lifesaver had
to take care of the savee.

Versus Prince of Thieves

where Costner saved
Morgan Freeman's life,

so Azeem follows Robin Hood
all around trying

to save his life
to relieve the debt.

Well, Werth served his country.

I don't know what it is exactly
we owe him,

but we do owe him something.

Do me a favor.

Pace yourself with that stuff.

(clacking)

What is that sound?

You came prepared.

Yeah, I was a Boy Scout.

Not what I heard.

What are you looking for,
anyway?

Privacy.

I'm holding
onto your cell phones.

You can have 'em back
after we're done.

You know how to handle a CB?

Mm-hmm.

Collect your gear.

I'm sure you got
a lot of questions.

Just one.

Shoot.

Where's the truck?

You hire a cleaning lady
or something?

Nope.

Looks different in here.

(cell phone ringing)

You want a hand?

GIBBS (over phone):
Yeah. Gibbs.

Hey, boss.
We got a truck pulling in.

Looks like it might be
getting close to kickoff.

What's your 20?

Switching cars.
We'll be on the road.

This really is a big deal
for you, isn't it,

letting me drive your car?

Yeah, whatever.
You already slept with my wife.

(truck engine idling)

Hey, swap the plates,
strip the markings.

Your partner's nice to look at.

She double-clutch?

Hey, I navigate.

And men are terrible
with maps anyway, right?

ZIVA:
Where are we going?

Not far.

And, uh,
what are we taking?

What's in the truck?

What's in the truck?

What's in the truck?

Melons?

Did she say "melons"?

Melons in the truck.

Melons...

What are in these melons?

- We're moving melons?
- Yeah.

You're moving 'em
out of the truck.

Now.

- Empty it.
- We are driving

a truck full of nothing?

Not for long.

I don't think this is
a trafficking job at all.

It's a hijacking.

And we are the hijackers.

All right,
she's a triple-digit ride.

Big ol' pumpkins in there,
but don't get tempted.

If we got to get
on the big slab,

you stay to the granny lane

and you keep it under
the double nickel

even while
you're running deadhead.

And bird-dog on the dash,
so you don't get shot

in the back by bears.
You got it?

- 10-4.
- All right, let's roll.

WERTH:
Hey, we got to pit stop.

Three-quarters of a tank.

I don't like to take chances.

GPS tracking puts 'em
in Front Royal in a few hours.

Let's make it quick.

Um, what language was that?

He says she's fast
but not to push her,

even when we're driving empty,

and to, uh, watch out for cops.

So the truck is a she?

Let's go rob someone.

(engine revving)

Oh.

McGEE:
That's them.

Wow, Ferrari.

I had a hamster named Ferrari.

And here's the truck.

The markings are stripped,
new plates.

That explains why

Szwed's not driving the truck.

Let's look for the sign.

Hmm.

Looks like our guy's having
a little bit of trouble.

How hard is it to drive
one of those things?

I know cars, not trucks.

Well, it's a six-speed.

Plus, the half step
makes it a 12.

You got to clutch to get in,
clutch to get out.

Can't keep his foot off
the brake.

Hey, will you stop tapping
your fingers?!

I'm not just tapping my fingers,
I'm watching

his taillights; it's Morse code.

F-U!

E-L.

"Fuel." Tony,

they're stopping for fuel.

Yeah, you're done
with the coffee.

Well, it's empty anyway.

Listen, can we stop
at the gas station, too?

I need a refill.

Well, we're the invisible
tail car, not the visible one.

Your teeth are chattering.

TONY (over phone): Boss,
near a service station on 409.

Possible rendezvous spot.
Where are you at?

We just passed it.

(tires squealing)

(truck's air brakes hiss)

(car engine revving)

GIBBS:
Slow down.

- GIBBS: Tobias!
- FORNELL: What?!

GIBBS: It was a mistake
to let you drive this car.

FORNELL: Don't get
your underpants in a twist.

I know what I'm doing.

Don't you believe me?

GIBBS:
No! No, I don't.

I don't believe any of it!

You drive like a maniac!

My impression of you!

Use the 91, moron.

- (Fornell chuckles)
- Nice car.

How are you guys doing?

I'm doing. Nice ride.

SZWED:
If you go for the Mopar.

I'm getting a Slim Jim!

- I don't want a Slim Jim!
- I wasn't asking you!

(laughs)

Ma'am.

Cash for the diesel.

FORNELL:
What you got in there?

Under the hood?

Bring me the change.

Pushing 500 horse.

Got about a hundred grand
in her. '72?

'71. Got a 426 Hemi.

- She'll eat you up.
- Real power is torque.

I thought it was
against the rules

to have your girl ride along.

No markings on the truck.

What are you,
a Gypsy or something?

Step away from the truck, man.

Please.

FORNELL:
My mistake.

You win.

Let's roll.

Well, Werth was very convincing.

What exactly are the skeletons
in this guy's closet

you didn't want
to tell me about?

Small bout
of steroid-induced psychosis.

FORNELL:
Oh, great.

Damon.

Can you hear me, McGee?

Roger that.
10-2, you are

loud and proud.
Come back.

- Are you okay, McGee?
- Yeah, I'm good.

Tony's driving, I've been
studying up on the lingo.

How are you?

We are, um... fine.

McGEE:
So where's the drop stop?

Where are you taking the cargo?

ZIVA:
The truck is empty now.

We believe
they have a heist planned

and the target is in transit.

Destination: Front Royal.

Estimated time of arrival:
10:00 p.m.

Okay, well,
assuming it's something big

and on the road,
it's got to be a cargo vehicle.

I'm gonna check
the national registry,

compile bills of lading,
check the weigh stations.

See, we've got...
(groans)

...government agencies
that keep track of that stuff.

Hey, did you know
the brotherhood of truckers

is the lifeblood of America?

It's true. Over.

Well, I'm glad that is over.

Ziva? Ziva, you there?

Ziva?

Ziva?

Hey... relax.

(takes deep breath)

Heatherton drove the lead Hummer
in our convoy...

when we were hit.

My friends who know
about these things

tell me it is a science.

Trauma intensifies memory,

which can make it feel
ever present.

There a reason for that?

Perhaps to teach you,

so you do not allow it
to happen again.

I keep getting stuck
in my own history.

Look, the last time
we saw each other,

you were in control.

You helped us.

Even after everything

you have gone through,
you can move forward.

You can find
the right path, Damon.

Slow down. Slow down!

What?!

Not you. McGee.

Right.

McGEE:
Sorry about that, boss.

FORNELL: He got an I.D. on the
shipment they're gonna hijack?

I got an address in Alexandria.

Garage owned
by a David Devoisier.

Truck cleared
a weigh station in Roanoke

40 minutes ago.

Bill of lading?

Assorted machinery.

Put the pedal to the metal,
Tobias.

FORNELL:
Still won't make it before dark.

DEVOISIER: I was expecting
a delivery, not federal agents.

You receive a lot
of specialty machine parts

in the middle of the night?

When a project gets
my attention,

it gets all my attention,

no matter what time it is.

So why does this particular
shipment raise the red flag?

We believe there's an attempt
about to be made to hijack it.

An attempt by whom?

That's part
of an ongoing investigation.

We can't reveal that,

but the truck originated
in San Diego.

(sighs)

Then it's Aaron Szwed.

You can bleach a blue collar,

but that doesn't make it white.

What makes you think of him?

He has a vested interest

in stealing
what's in that truck.

Why?

Because it is his.

A true gentleman...

which clearly he is not...
honors a wager.

What kind of wager?

Well, the kind that I won.

And that he lost.

This is all about a bet?

Do come in.

Szwed was in over his head.

He was throwing away money
he couldn't afford to lose.

He wanted to prove that he could
run with the faster crowd.

Want a drink?

No.

What exactly was on the table?

His best car versus mine.

A race?

Cross-country.

FORNELL:
Winner takes pink slips.

Precisely.

Yes, I know it's dangerous.

(chuckles)

You'll have to forgive
an idle man

his reckless indulgence.

Sure, speed limits...
they're really just suggestions.

(chuckles)

I've already cleared
the space out

for my trophy;
it's on my truck now.

Just the two of you?

Support teams trailing
in case of emergency.

Spare tires, what have you.

That would be Heatherton.

I heard Szwed cursing that name

at the finish line in San Diego.

He was furious that he was
nowhere to be found

when he overheated
outside Barstow.

Red-lining through the desert.

Heatherton cost him the race.

So he claimed.

He's dead, you know.

Pardon?

Who's dead?

Heatherton... he was murdered.

I hadn't heard.

That's terrible.

That does give Szwed a motive.

Can you get ahold
of your driver?

Sure.

Why? Do you want
to stop my truck?

All of his movements, McGee.

I've got Devoisier
on a commercial flight...

San Diego to Dulles.

It was a week ago.

I'm also seeing
his speeding tickets.

Seems to be a lot
of those going around.

Szwed had two... Amarillo, Texas,

and Tucumcari, New Mexico.

Get your kicks on Route 66.

Actually shows up here
as Interstate 40.

Look for any unsolved
incident reports off that route.

McGEE:
Absolutely, boss.

You worried we're missing
a fender bender?

McGee, gonna lose you.

Yeah, boss, I was just about...

McGEE:
Wait, boss, boss...

Get this... their cars are
in the back of the truck.

What kind of cars
are worth killing for?

I can think of a few.

Szwed was driving a Maybach.

Are you kidding me?

It's worth like a quarter
of a million.

And Devoisier... a 1970

Plymouth Barracuda convertible.

Barracuda.

Gibbs would like that.

Hemi?

Pull over here.

The truck's going to be coming
down the road on your left.

Use the trailer
to block the road.

Wait for my signal.

Copy. Good plan.

McGee, what's our plan?

McGEE:
I don't know.

I lost connection with Gibbs.

He went dark.
We're...

- (Ioud bang)
- Whoa, God!

(tires squealing)

McGEE:
Tony. Tony!

- Hang on, McGee!
- Tony!

(grunting)

(panting)

Nuts!

SZWED:
That's him.

Werth, pull out.

Pull out now!

- Block the road.
- What do we do?

We stop the truck.

It's too late to go
back now anyway.

What the?

(truck horn honking)

Come on, get out of there.

(tires squealing)

And you people think I'm crazy.

Put a gun on the driver!

Please do not resist.

SZWED:
Let's go, let's go, let's go!

Come on, come on,
come on, open up!

Do I even have to tell you?

You're under arrest.

Thank you.

Thank you for returning them.

Boys and their cars.

I'm a hot-rod girl myself.

So, uh, how much does something
like this go for, anyway?

I paid $1.2 million.

- (whistles)
- ABBY: What?!

Are you stupid?

(laughing)

Stock...

...Hemi 'Cuda convertible.

From 1970.

Only 18 made, Abbs.

Wow, an actual Hemi 'Cuda.

That's like...

the holy grail
of muscle cars, huh?

- Perfectly restored.
- No.

Not perfect.

- How do you mean?
- FORNELL: Always take a magnet

when you look at used cars.

(chuckles)

GIBBS:
The magnet sticks to metal.

It does not stick...

...to Bondo.

FORNELL:
Quick repair job.

You have a little accident?

GIBBS:
We already got Szwed and Lucas

for the attempted hijacking,

but they swear
that they didn't kill anybody.

FORNELL:
And we believe 'em.

So, we went looking
for another motive.

Followed your path out west
to a report

of a hit-and-run
in Weatherford, Oklahoma.

18-year-old girl
crossing the street.

GIBBS:
We sent Heatherton's picture

to the hospital.
He brought her in,

and he stayed with her

until she died.

You'd stop at nothing to win.

Including red lights.

GIBBS:
But you could not

destroy this machine.

So you killed Nick Heatherton...
the only witness.

You want to bet I find traces
of blood and hair

when I start taking
this whole thing apart,

piece by piece?

(snoring)

I am not looking forward
to this next conversation.

It is better to do it in person.

Tell Heatherton's wife
that her husband

died for being a Good Samaritan.

That he was a good man.

And that Devoisier is not.

Well, see you later.

See you later.

Heatherton's wife lives
in Cleveland, huh?

I went to school in Columbus.

I've got some friends
in the area.

I could make some calls
if you're looking for work.

I'd appreciate it.

Need a lift?

I'll walk.

So was that, like,

"see you later," like good-bye,

or "see you later," like,

"Hey, I'm gonna see you
at a later date"?

(chuckles)

Are you having trouble
understanding simple English?

Just answer the question.