NCIS (2003–…): Season 7, Episode 17 - Double Identity - full transcript
In Rock Creek Park, Washington, DC, a ranger hears gunfire and sees an injured man, who, identified by a thumbprint, is a Marine first lieutenant who became MiA in Afghanistan while on a recon mission six years before; Gibbs and company investigate. The gang talk with the two other Marines on that mission, and McGee and Ziva notice something curious, then a second wife with a different surname shows up. McGee learns that a PI has checked out the victim, so Ziva meets the PI and finds out who hired him. The victim dies of heart failure while in the ICU. Ducky finds an inconsistency. The gang continue to dig, and they eventually find all the pieces and put them together, then they arrest the shooter. Abby becomes a mommy in charge of a special critter with a special future. Sophie dislikes bow ties.
# Someday the rains will fall #
# When you expect it least #
# Someday the rains will fall #
# Someday the rains will fall #
# When you expect it least #
# Someday the rains will fall. #
This is Fresh FM 94.7
in Washington.
-Speaking
of rain, the weatherman
tells us the rains
are going to continue to fall
for the rest of the week.
What, dear?
You need to apologize to Mom.
No, I will not apologize
to your mother.
- She's going to leave.
- Well, good. Let her go home.
- Will?! What was that?!
What did I?! - Can't talk.
What the hell?
Hold it right there!
Jethro working you so hard
you have to do your laundry
at the office?
Stepped in a puddle.
He did not watch
where he was walking.
He was texting.
Me. Tony thinks
"probationary agent" means that
I'm his personal assistant.
He wanted me
to pick up his latte.
I was running late.
That is your problem.
I hate rain.
I love it.
I mean, rain is so
invigorating, cleansing.
It makes the air fresh
and the city sparkle.
Where is Jethro?
I have no idea.
Um, I think he's
in the building somewhere.
Well, it can wait.
Does anyone have any talc?
This hurts.
Hey. Would you just
take your foot
to the locker room, please?
Hey.
Any of you notice
something different
about Ducky?
Yeah, he has seemed
awfully chipper as of late.
Ducky does seem plucky.
No one loves
- rain in DC.
- No. His ties.
He's been wearing tie ties,
not his bow ties.
Oh, that's very observant.
Boss, hey, uh,
Ducky was looking for you.
- What's he want?
- Uh, don't know,
but he left something
for you on your desk.
Let's go. Marine, shot.
Rock Creek Park.
Ooh. Oh, thanks, boss.
Are these clean?
Of course they are.
We searched the area.
Found a nine-millimeter.
Oh. Looky there.
The FBI ERT,
they removed a slug
from the vehicle.
Well, good luck
finding any more.
Yeah, a lot
of muddy footprints.
- Nothing that could be lifted.
- Well, get all the evidence.
Collect it back
to our lab, will you?
Hey, that's between
you and the FBI.
We're not getting in
the middle of that.
When did the Bureau
get involved?
Well, we called them in
to assist with the ballistics.
You find anything
on the victim?
Just what looked like
a house key.
It was tied to his shoelaces.
Really? Then how did you
ID Lieutenant Mayne?
- Mobile fingerprint scanner.
- Whoa.
Don't you guys use them?
Well, I mean, they...
they're coming.
They just haven't quite
been issued yet.
- Can I give it a go?
- Yeah.
- All right. - Just put your thumb
on the screen.
Oh, hey, boss.
How's he doing?
Still in surgery.
Park police, FBI
can clean up here.
Let's get to the hospital.
Timothy...
no middle name... McGee.
You broke into a Metro PD
impound yard?
What's the matter with you?
Boss, that was supposed
to be expunged.
Run Mayne's service record.
Notify next of kin.
If you need me.
Wife... Leah Mayne,
lives in Woodley Park.
Oh, that's strange.
What now, McGee?
There must be something wrong
with your fingerprint scanner.
According to his service record,
Lieutenant Mayne is MIA.
Went missing in Afghanistan
six years ago.
Dr. Bailey, Post-Op.
Dr. Bailey, Post-Op.
Page me if there's any change.
Yes, Doctor.
When can we talk with him?
I don't know.
One bullet grazed his forehead.
The other went deep
into his lower left abdomen.
He's lost a lot of blood.
The slug is imbedded
close to his spine.
It, uh, would be
far too dangerous
to remove at this time.
Ruth, would you keep his IV
at 75cc's per hour.
- Yes, Doctor.
- Thank you.
I'll let you know if there's
any changes, Agent Gibbs.
This is surreal.
I mean...
After all these years,
not even a word.
I just assumed that
my husband was dead and...
...and now you're telling me
that he's alive
and that he's living
in Washington DC,
but he's been shot.
I mean, are you s... sure
that it was John?
We have a fingerprint match,
but we'd like you to make
a visual identification.
- You okay with that?
- Uh...
Yeah.
Okay.
Dr. OIlie to Nuclear Medicine.
Dr. OIlie,
Nuclear Medicine.
Um, it looks like him.
The last time I saw John,
he was...
clean-shaven
and he had
a Marine buzz cut.
Oh, he had a birthmark
on his...
- Hold on. Hang on.
- Oh, sorry.
- Nurse, please.
- Oh.
Sure.
Brownish, circular?
It's John.
Where has he been
the last six years?
I don't know,
but we're going to find out.
You need a minute?
- Thank you.
- Okay.
Stay here.
If he regains consciousness,
call me, and see if you can
get any more out of her.
You subscribing
to the DiNozzo Theory...
always suspect the wife?
I'm at the hospital...
Ugh.
Do you know of any
of his friends?
Okay. What do we got?
Six years ago,
Lieutenant Mayne was part
of a three-man deep cover
recon mission in Afghanistan.
He went missing.
- All right. Thanks very much.
- The other two team members were
Captain Gordon Holcomb
and Sergeant Matthew Gontz.
Holcomb's still in the military.
He's a major now,
stationed in Quantico.
He's coming in
tomorrow morning.
Gontz was honorably discharged
five years ago.
Still haven't found him,
though we do know that
he went through a divorce
and a series of jobs.
I think he's having
a little trouble
adjusting to civilian life.
Well, I am going
to try and track him down
through Social Security
Administration.
Oh... a thirsty little boy.
Yes, you are.
Yes, you are.
Yeah, we're gonna
get you some water
and some food and love.
Abbs. What's the dog
doing here?
- Gibbs, this is Mortimer.
- Mm-hmm.
What's he doing here?
I am an SVPR,
a substitute
volunteer puppy raiser.
Mortimer here is going to be
a Seeing Eye dog one day,
and you're going
to be the smartest boy
in your whole class.
Yes, you are.
Yes, you are.
Okay, putting dog down now.
Okay, so, uh... the gun.
It is...
unregistered, and has only
Lieutenant Mayne's prints on it.
As you can see,
it is a nine-millimeter.
There were two shots fired,
and 13 remain in the magazine.
The slug that FBI ERT
pulled from the vehicle...
it's too mangled to match,
but it's definitely
bigger than a nine.
Ducky talked to the doctor.
Mayne's wounds
weren't self-inflicted.
Looks like a shoot-out.
Hey, what's going
on with Ducky?
He's acting
very un-Ducky-like.
Like-Like every day,
he leaves during lunch.
He's never done that before.
I mean, the Duck Man
is a creature of habit.
He brings in his lunch.
He eats at his desk.
Where is he going?
I'm sure he's fine.
Uh, Abby, don't let that dog
out of your sight.
Mortimer! Ah.
That's not your bone.
Excuse me, uh,
Matthew Gontz?
Matthew Gontz?
Yeah?
NCIS. May we speak with you?
What's this about?
I've been out of
the Marine Corps for years.
Yeah, we know.
You've been hard
to track down.
Uh, we need to ask you about
a reconnaissance mission.
The one where Lieutenant Mayne
went missing.
You know I've told that story
a hundred times?
Well, we need to hear
it for ourselves.
It was just the three of us...
me, Captain Holcomb,
Lieutenant Mayne.
We were inserted
into a hostile environment.
It was a keyhole mission.
Defensive weapons only.
A-Am I cleared to tell
you guys this stuff?
This was classified.
We've been read
into the program.
Our mission was to place
and recover
remote target sensors
in Mazar-e.
Everything went
according to plan,
until we made for
the exit rendezvous.
That's when Lieutenant Mayne
broke his leg.
How did it happen?
We were coming over a wall
in a small village
just outside of town.
He snagged his KA-BAR sheath
on some barbed wire,
and he fell.
It wasn't his day.
Did you leave him behind?
No. Captain Holcomb and myself
stashed him in the basement
of an abandoned building while
we went to commandeer a vehicle.
When we came back,
he wasn't there.
We assumed he was captured.
So you and Captain Holcomb
went to the exit rendezvous?
We had to.
We followed mission protocol.
Look, I've never
forgiven myself for leaving
a team member behind.
Must be tough.
The Marine Corps tore
the country upside down
looking for Mayne.
Look, are we done?
I gotta clock in.
For now.
Wait.
Um... why's all this
coming up again?
John Mayne is no longer MIA.
He showed up
yesterday morning.
He was shot.
I don't believe it.
Where'd it happen?
Right here in DC.
You have any indication
he was alive
over the past six years?
The last time I saw him
was in Mazar-e.
His KA-BAR sheath got snagged
on some barbed wire.
He broke his leg.
Just wasn't his day.
Yeah, Gibbs.
Boss, Lieutenant Mayne's awake.
Be right there.
Did you have any contact
with Sergeant Gontz
since Afghanistan?
No. The mission really
shook him badly.
I lost track with him
after he got discharged.
Has he been told Mayne's alive?
Yes, he has.
Two milligrams of plurazepam.
- Call me if there's any change.
- Will do, Doc.
Just keep me posted.
- Thank you.
- You're welcome.
He's conscious,
which is a good sign,
but he's incoherent.
Worst thing
for him right now is
to be bombarded with questions.
I'm gonna keep him sedated.
Uh, for how long?
It's too early to tell.
Wheelchair to Admitting...
Special Agent Gibbs...
My name's Rachel Wells.
I was told by police to see you.
About what?
My husband.
He went jogging
yesterday morning,
never returned home.
When I reported him missing
and showed his picture
to police, they
directed me here.
You're married to John Mayne?
No, his name's Christian Wells.
No, his name is John,
and he's my husband.
There you go.
Careful.
I met Christian
two years ago -Thanks.
on a track at Georgetown.
Thanks.
- Mm-hmm.
- We're both runners.
We, um, smiled and nodded
for about a month,
and then went for coffee,
then started dating.
How long you been married?
Just over a year.
Last Christmas in Hawaii,
we eloped.
You met his family?
He doesn't have any family.
Christian's an only child,
and both his parents are dead.
But you're probably gonna tell
me that that's
not true either.
His name's John Mayne.
He went MIA in Afghanistan
six years ago.
Your husband have a job?
He day-trades,
manages his portfolio.
Christian inherited
a lot of money, so...
I mean, that's not why
I married him.
You're a runner, right?
Yeah.
How come the two of you
didn't go running
yesterday morning together?
I've been nursing a hamstring.
Mmm.
You know, I should
probably get back upstairs
to my husband.
You know he was meeting someone
in the park yesterday?
No.
Do you know he owned a gun?
He had it with him.
The district does not take
fingerprints
when issuing a driver's license.
That is why Christian Wells'
name does not come up
on the scan.
The records reflect
his arrival in the
Virginia-Maryland area
five years ago.
Nothing prior.
Lieutenant Mayne has obviously
constructed a new life.
I found a whole lot
of bank and brokerage accounts
in Christian Wells' name.
Look at that, boss.
This one mutual account alone,
he has over $5 million in.
From what I found so far,
his net worth is over
$12 million.
- Where'd the money come from?
- Uh, don't know yet,
but we are not the only ones
checking him out.
The last two weeks, someone ran
multiple credit checks on Wells.
- You got a name?
- I do.
Peter Iger
of Iger Investigations.
He's a P.I. I got the
voice mail, left a message.
Good. Keep working
the source of the money.
Ziva, track down Iger.
- Yeah.
- Keep the IV as is.
Call me with an update
in an hour.
- Can I talk to him now?
- Absolutely not.
He seems coherent.
Barely.
Just a couple
of questions, Doc.
I'm sorry. He's not out
of the woods yet.
I don't want him upset.
Have you informed
the wife of his condition?
Which one?
It's quite a dilemma, isn't it?
Dr. Tallridge,
I've waited long enough.
I'd like to see
my husband now.
Ma'am, I was just telling
Agent DiNozzo that your...
husband is still
in critical condition.
If I let you into his room...
Oh, no, no, no.
If you let that bimbo
into my husband's room,
I will sue this hospital
and you personally
for everything
that you've got.
Uh...
You ever been married, Doc?
Twice, but never
at the same time.
- Dark SUV.
- Got it.
I'll be here...
I'll be there
as soon as I can.
Thank you.
Iger, the P. I?
Yeah.
Nice tie.
Ah, thank you.
I found it at the
Metropolitan Museum of Art
store in New York.
Its design is based
on the Golden Hoard of Bactria,
unearthed from the tombs
at Tillya-tepe
in northern Afghanistan.
Well, I like the flowers...
or whatever they are.
Gotta go.
Duck?
Oh, hey-ho.
You looking for this?
Ah, you did sign it. Thank you.
Yeah. Where you going?
I just need some personal time.
A long weekend will suffice.
Uh, if anything comes up,
Mr. Palmer can deal with it.
If you need me,
I'm reachable on my cell phone.
Duck, everything okay?
Yeah, never better.
Why do you ask?
Half my team's worried
about you.
Let me guess. Which half?
Abby and Ziva.
ICU tech,
please report to the east wing
nurses' station.
ICU tech, please report to
the east wing nurses' station.
Rise and shine, sleepyhead.
How you feeling?
Felt better.
Hmm.
Who are you?
That's a good question.
I can see
you're thinking clearly.
I'm Anthony DiNozzo,
special agent with NCIS.
Like to ask you
a couple of questions,
Lieutenant Mayne.
Bet you haven't heard
that name in, what, six years?
Listen, I don't want
to make you uncomfortable.
Is it better if I call you
Christian Wells?
Ooh, that got a response.
I don't know
what you're talking about.
Maybe you're right.
Maybe I'm just
a little confused.
I wouldn't be the only one.
Got two women
out in the waiting room.
Both of them claim
to be your wife.
Where'd you go
after Afghanistan?
What are you
doing in here?! -
You're not supposed
to be in here!
I was trying to fluff
his pillow.
- He looked uncomfortable.
- You know what? Out!
- What?
- Out, out!
- Listen, I didn't do anything.
- It does not matter.
You should know better.
Everything's fine. She just,
you know, I went by...
There's not a problem. - : Dr. Tallridge to ICU.
I just wanted to check on him,
ask him a few questions...
What do you mean
where am I?
Yeah, well, I'm not happy
about it either.
Well, what-what do you want me
to do, work miracles?
I'm still parked
in front of her place.
Yeah, yeah.
No, he still hasn't shown.
Hold on a second.
Agent David?
"Dav-eed."
Look, I'll call you
the second I see him.
Then e-mail it to me, Joey.
I'll take a look.
Thanks for meeting me here.
I haven't left this spot
in three days.
Hmm, stakeouts are brutal.
So, uh, what do you need?
Why were you investigating
Christian Wells?
Come on. We know you ran
credit checks on him.
Yeah.
Why?
Client hired me.
Sorry. Not him.
So, who hired you
to find out about Wells?
Guy had a Internet photo
of a marathon runner
crossing the finish line,
thought it was somebody he knew.
I... ran his registration
number through
the marathon's database.
Runner's name
was Christian Wells.
He's not the person
the client was looking for.
I tried to do a little more;
check out his finances,
didn't get anywhere.
Took ten minutes.
The easiest 500 bucks
I ever made.
You should have dug deeper.
Why?
I need the name of your client.
Come on. It's privileged.
Privileged? Are you a lawyer?
'Cause we're investigating
a shooting here.
It will be no trouble
for me to get a subpoena.
Who got shot?
Can't talk right now.
What happened?
Give me a name.
The guy who hired me
was Gordon Holcomb.
Major Gordon Holcomb?
Yeah.
Think he was a marine.
Doctor, he's coding.
He's in V-fib.
I'm going to start compressions.
Susan, bag him.
Can I get the pads?
Charge it up to 200.
- 200.
- Get those lines open.
Okay, everybody, clear.
- Clear.
- Clear.
No response.
Continue CPR. I'm going to page
Dr. Tallridge.
Give epi one milligram, IV push.
One milligram.
Dr. Tallridge,
please report to ICU, stat.
Wait, wait, wait. What-what
happened with my husband?
I'm sorry, Mrs. Mayne,
but you need to stay here.
What?
- Everybody, clear. - Clear.
- Clear. - Clear.
He's not responding, Doctor.
We got asystole on the monitor.
No change.
We've lost him.
Last month,
Major Holcomb hires a P.I.
to track down a guy he thought
might be Lieutenant Mayne,
but yesterday,
he acts completely shocked
when you tell him that Mayne
is alive and here in DC.
As much as I was thinking
one of the wives did it,
this guy's looking
awfully guilty,
and now that Mayne's dead,
guilty of murder.
See, when Mayne went MIA
in Afghanistan, he was broke.
He was, in '02,
making $3,300 a month.
Six years later, he's Wells,
and he's worth over $12 million.
So, where'd it all come from?
Well, unfortunately, I can only
trace the money back five years.
It was, uh, transferred from
an offshore account in Neevis.
Nevis.
Freeze all his accounts.
You got it, boss.
It's dealer's choice.
Some people say "Nay-vis."
"Nee-vis." "Ne-vis."
It's not really important.
What's your gut tell you
on this?
That there's a connection
with what went down
in Afghanistan six years ago.
You said Holcomb
and Gontz said the exact
same words to describe
what happened?
Oh, like they were
reading from a script.
Check with our agents in Kabul.
See what they can dig up.
Got it, boss.
McGee.
Security desk. We have
a Major Holcomb for you.
Uh, yeah. Be right down.
Major Holcomb is in the lobby.
Thank you for coming in.
No problem.
Gave up on the stakeout.
The client wouldn't pay
for any more time.
- Hmm.
- Hope I helped.
I didn't really tell
you anything new.
You guys are really devious.
Iger Investigations.
So, why'd you hire the P. I?
I was surfing the Internet.
Came across a marathon.
Thought the runner
in that picture looked
like John Mayne.
So I wondered,
could he be alive?
You spent $500
of your own money to hire
a private investigator.
You didn't mention that
yesterday.
The investigator told me
it wasn't him.
So, when you saw the photo,
why didn't you call the police?
Why didn't you call us?
Look, I never came to
terms with what happened
on that op in Afghanistan.
One of my men
was left behind.
I knew the chances
of that runner
in the photograph
being Mayne were slim,
so I did not want
to dredge everything up
with the Marine Corps again.
Trust me.
If that private eye
told me Mayne was alive,
I'd have come to you
in a second.
Okay, yes.
Something is amiss.
You are even more of a mystery
than before, Lieutenant Mayne.
Ah!
So, this is the little rascal
I've heard so much about.
Hi.
Mortimer, meet Dr. Mallard.
Hey, how about we
set a playdate with your
mom's corgis?
I mean, he needs
to be socialized
with other dogs.
We'll see.
Did you match the slug
from the lieutenant's body?
No. It was a.45.
The gun they found at
the crime scene was a nine-mil.
But there was definitely
a second weapon,
like Gibbs suspected.
Well, I have an anomaly, too.
Gibbs told me that
I should have found
that one of his legs
had been previously broken.
But that's definitely
not the case.
What are you looking at?
Your tie.
My neckwear seems to be
a source of fascination.
Do you like it?
Yes.
But you're Ducky,
and Ducky wears bow ties.
Change, Abby, change.
The species must evolve
and adapt.
Tell me, Mortimer...
they say that it makes me
look younger.
You look adorable.
Hey, I'm gonna take Mortimer
to lunch, 'cause he needs
to be exposed to restaurants.
I heard of this new vegan
place. You want to join us?
Uh, sorry. l-I can't.
How about tomorrow?
Uh, I have something planned.
Now, if you'll excuse me,
I have to call Gibbs
and tell him about
the lack of a broken leg.
He's up to something, Mortimer.
First, my husband's missing.
Then I learn he's been shot.
You and the hospital
won't let me see him.
Now he's dead.
And you keep insisting
he's someone he's not.
I know that this is hard
for you to accept,
but the man you married is
really Lieutenant John Mayne.
You say that.
I refuse to believe it.
Before, we had
a fingerprint ID.
Now, we have a positive
DNA match.
Oh, don't tell me they're
releasing Christian's body
to that woman.
Ma'am, at this point,
we're not planning
to release his remains
to anyone.
You know, this has become
a total nightmare.
I tried to get cash
out of the ATM this morning,
and was denied.
I mean, the bank says
they've frozen
all of our accounts.
The man you married was leading
a fraudulent life.
Lieutenant Mayne's parents
are still alive.
There was no inheritance.
How am I supposed to live?
D-Do I have to get
my lawyer involved?
I don't know. You know what?
You do whatever it is
you need to do, okay?
Special Agent Sanchez,
please escort Miss Wells
back down to the lobby.
This way, ma'am.
I'm not going away, Agent Gibbs.
What'd you find out?
Wow.
About the time Mayne went MIA,
an Afghan drug lord
claimed some Americans
stole millions from him.
Maybe that's how poor Mayne
became rich Wells.
His teammates were lying
about him breaking his leg.
Okay. Let's get
them both back in here.
Hang on. Let's go
to the cabdriver first.
- He's the weak link.
- He is the weakest link.
And I am on it, boss.
Uh...
They told me John Mayne died.
Mm-hmm.
Um, why was he killed?
We think it had to do
with his money.
He had money?
Mm-hmm. Millions.
Any idea how he got it?
No.
Well...
we think that it was stolen
from this Afghan drug lord.
Guy's been a guest at Gitmo
for the past six years.
Claims that he was robbed...
by Americans.
Come on, man.
What happened on that op?
You help me, I'll help you.
Our mission
was to plant sensors.
We did.
On the way out
of the village,
we took fire from his guards.
They thought we were
after their money.
We took them down,
and then we found it.
Oil drums.
Five of them.
Full of cash, U.S. bills.
Me and Captain Holcomb
left Mayne to guard the money
while we went
in search of a vehicle.
When we came back, he was gone.
So, when you were debriefed
is when you made up the story
about the broken leg.
We couldn't tell anyone
about the money.
All these years,
I have felt so guilty.
The lieutenant got captured
because we wanted that money.
And he's alive.
# Someday the rains will fall #
# When you expect it least #
# Someday the rains will fall #
# You hurry down the alley #
# With another man's woman #
# You don't care nothing
about the ring on her hand #
# You think surely #
# You can get away #
# And sometimes maybe you can #
# Someday the rains will fall. #
So, how long have you been
involved with Major Holcomb?
Involved?
After Gordon returned
from Afghanistan,
he came by the house
to console me
about John being MIA.
He would just check in
on me every few months.
And then,
three or four years ago,
his marriage started
to fall apart.
And things, they changed
between us, so...
When you came to the hospital
to identify your husband,
you made a phone call.
Major Holcomb?
Yes, Leah Mayne called me
from the hospital.
Yes, she told me
John Mayne was alive
before you brought me in.
You didn't tell us you hired
a private investigator.
When are you going
to stop lying?!
I was just trying to protect
my career and marriage.
Now, they're both over.
Gordon stayed with his wife
for his children's sake.
And you kept collecting
your husband's Marine Corps pay
and allowances?
Yes.
You had no idea
your husband was alive.
No. No. Not until you people
called me to the hospital.
Where were you that morning?
With Gordon.
I told my wife
I had to spend the night
in Quantico.
Leah and I were in a hotel
in Falls Church.
I know you don't have any reason
to believe me, but we had
no idea John Mayne was alive
until you called her
to the hospital.
Their alibis are solid, boss.
This was filmed just minutes
before John Mayne was shot
in the park.
The major paid in cash.
Of course he did.
He's married.
And cell phone records confirm
that they were both
in Falls Church.
You are so quick
to suspect the wife.
Still do. He's got two of them
and two lives.
Which life got him killed?
I'm thinking
it's the little hottie.
Knew about
her husband's former life
and stolen money.
Don't you think?
I mean, she said she was
going running 'cause she
had a bum hammy,
but she was strutting
around pretty good
last time I saw her.
Let's find out where she was.
What about Gontz, the cabdriver?
He was the third man
in Afghanistan.
Maybe he found out
Wells was Mayne
and killed him
for double-crossing them.
No.
No. No more rain.
Weatherman said it'd miss us.
What do you care about? A little
rain's not going to hurt you.
It's going to hurt my wallet.
I just had my car washed.
That is why I never wash my car
in the winter.
That's a big mistake.
You got to wash off
the deicing salt.
Otherwise, it'll eat
through the undercarriage.
McGee. Can you track
the cell phone number
on this card and tell me
where it was the morning
Mayne was shot?
Peter Iger.
Iger Investigations. Sure.
Ziva.
What's the matter with you?
He lied to me.
Iger said he had not
left the stakeout
for three days,
but his car was spotless
on the outside.
I could see my reflection.
Well, sorry, Ziva.
Can't help you.
Iger's phone was
turned off that morning.
I do not believe it.
He is always on it.
The man practically has a wire
growing out of his ear.
He would never turn
it off, Gibbs.
Unless he didn't want
to leave an electronic trail.
Hang on a second.
His phone on now?
Uh, yes, it is.
Where?
Not far from here. 1200 block
of M Street Northwest.
He's not here.
He's got to be
around here somewhere.
I'm gonna call Ziva.
What did Iger say?
Uh, Iger's not here.
Listen, could you go to my desk?
There's a cell tracker
with Iger's phone on it.
Just, uh, tell me where he is.
There is a laptop in the,
uh, passenger seat there.
I'd love to get a look.
Well, his phone is now north
of M Street on Ridge.
Address indicates
it is a restaurant.
All right.
He's, uh, a block up,
around the corner.
He's eating.
Perfect.
I'll get the Slim Jim.
No. Hey, hey. What?
We don't have a warrant.
And I have a record,
and besides,
a Slim Jim is very...
It's very old school.
You got a better idea?
Matter of fact, I do.
Ziva, I'm gonna put you on hold
for one second.
Uh, stay on the line, though.
I built an application
for my phone.
Why is that important
to what we're doing here?
With a vehicle's VIN number,
you can access all the
vehicle's pertinent information,
including key and remote code.
I hack into a database,
download all the codes,
and there it is.
Wow. Well, I'm glad
that MIT education paid off
for something, McGee.
It is pretty super, isn't it?
I don't believe you.
Yeah, I'm not gonna unlock
the door for you, Tony.
Well, I don't think
you could unlock the door.
'Cause if you could, you'd
prove it to me by doing it.
- Uh, no, it does.
- No, I...
Hey.
M... Mine! - No, uh, Tony.
You should patent that.
Ziva, where is he now?
He has not moved.
What are they up to?
How do I get into his files?
Tony, you can't.
You know what? You're right.
You could get in here
in ten seconds.
And then we'd be out of here.
Come on.
I'll hold the phone.
All right.
All right, files are
listed by clients' names.
Major Gordon Holcomb.
All right. Done.
Give me this.
I want no more part
of this.
Thank you very much.
Ah, it's exactly
what you asked for.
They called me last night
to tell me it was here.
You should be very pleased.
I missed you at the opera
last night, Mother.
Madame Butterfly.
All those melodies.
One after the other.
It never ceases to amaze me.
Mortimer.
When did she die?
Ah, Ducky, I'm so sorry.
I'm so sorry.
Oh, this is interesting.
It's an e-mail from
a private lab in Philadelphia.
Listen to this.
"As you suspected,
"we have matched the left thumb
and index finger
"on the water bottle
you sent us
"to First Lieutenant
John Mayne, USMC."
So, the P.I. knew
Wells was Mayne.
Ziva, uh...
check with the ATF database.
See if Iger
has a registered.45.
Are you going to tell me
what's going on, McGee,
or is this, like, a guy thing?
Yeah. Later, later.
Hey. Why would Iger
withhold that information
from his client?
Because if he tells his
client, he only gets the fee,
which is
a couple hundred bucks.
But if he withholds
the information,
uses it to blackmail Mayne,
who is worth millions?
- McGee?
- Yeah?
Iger owns
a Smith & Wesson.45.
Great. Okay. Uh, thanks,
Ziva. Don't go away.
You know, it's too bad
we won't be able
to use any of this
information,
'cause you broke
into the car,
and then obtained it illegally
from his computer. Criminal.
McGee, Iger's coming your way.
You better get out of there.
Well, what can I tell you?
I charge $100 an hour,
plus expenses.
Yeah.
You got my number, pal.
Hey.
NCIS, right?
Yep.
You guys making any headway?
Well, as a matter of fact,
we wanted to ask you
a few questions.
Sure. Whatever I can do.
Well, according to,
uh, ATF records,
you have a permit
to carry a.45.
Can we see your weapon?
l-I haven't carried it in years.
I, uh, I sold it at a gun show.
Oh, well. That's good.
How about you
put the bag down...
Where do you think
you're going?
All right, all right.
Come on. You don't
have to do this.
All right.
So, did you try
to shake Wells down?
Meet in the park went bad,
didn't it?
It was self-defense.
He had a gun.
He shot first.
The guy stole millions.
I only asked for 100 grand.
When were you going
to tell me, Duck?
Soon.
I thought
about having a service,
but all of Mother's friends
predeceased her.
I was all she had.
Okay. So, why keep it
to yourself?
l-I didn't want to impose.
I'm surrounded by death, Jethro.
I wanted to deal
with the personal loss
by myself.
Did you know
that she was almost 100?
And she had an active,
full life,
but this last year,
she has not been herself.
It was her time.
The natural progression
of age.
You going to stay
in the house?
The sale is pending.
We should close next week.
Ooh, those wretched
little dogs?
I found a good home for them
with a corgi lover in Virginia.
What are you going to do?
I've put down an offer
on a brownstone in Georgetown.
It's on the Historic Registry.
I've been working with a
charming real estate agent.
Her name is Sophie.
She's...
quite a bit younger
than myself.
So, I take it
Sophie's the one
that doesn't like the bow ties?
Well...
# When you expect it least #
# Someday the rains will fall #
# Someday the rains will fall #
# When you expect it least #
# Someday the rains will fall. #
This is Fresh FM 94.7
in Washington.
-Speaking
of rain, the weatherman
tells us the rains
are going to continue to fall
for the rest of the week.
What, dear?
You need to apologize to Mom.
No, I will not apologize
to your mother.
- She's going to leave.
- Well, good. Let her go home.
- Will?! What was that?!
What did I?! - Can't talk.
What the hell?
Hold it right there!
Jethro working you so hard
you have to do your laundry
at the office?
Stepped in a puddle.
He did not watch
where he was walking.
He was texting.
Me. Tony thinks
"probationary agent" means that
I'm his personal assistant.
He wanted me
to pick up his latte.
I was running late.
That is your problem.
I hate rain.
I love it.
I mean, rain is so
invigorating, cleansing.
It makes the air fresh
and the city sparkle.
Where is Jethro?
I have no idea.
Um, I think he's
in the building somewhere.
Well, it can wait.
Does anyone have any talc?
This hurts.
Hey. Would you just
take your foot
to the locker room, please?
Hey.
Any of you notice
something different
about Ducky?
Yeah, he has seemed
awfully chipper as of late.
Ducky does seem plucky.
No one loves
- rain in DC.
- No. His ties.
He's been wearing tie ties,
not his bow ties.
Oh, that's very observant.
Boss, hey, uh,
Ducky was looking for you.
- What's he want?
- Uh, don't know,
but he left something
for you on your desk.
Let's go. Marine, shot.
Rock Creek Park.
Ooh. Oh, thanks, boss.
Are these clean?
Of course they are.
We searched the area.
Found a nine-millimeter.
Oh. Looky there.
The FBI ERT,
they removed a slug
from the vehicle.
Well, good luck
finding any more.
Yeah, a lot
of muddy footprints.
- Nothing that could be lifted.
- Well, get all the evidence.
Collect it back
to our lab, will you?
Hey, that's between
you and the FBI.
We're not getting in
the middle of that.
When did the Bureau
get involved?
Well, we called them in
to assist with the ballistics.
You find anything
on the victim?
Just what looked like
a house key.
It was tied to his shoelaces.
Really? Then how did you
ID Lieutenant Mayne?
- Mobile fingerprint scanner.
- Whoa.
Don't you guys use them?
Well, I mean, they...
they're coming.
They just haven't quite
been issued yet.
- Can I give it a go?
- Yeah.
- All right. - Just put your thumb
on the screen.
Oh, hey, boss.
How's he doing?
Still in surgery.
Park police, FBI
can clean up here.
Let's get to the hospital.
Timothy...
no middle name... McGee.
You broke into a Metro PD
impound yard?
What's the matter with you?
Boss, that was supposed
to be expunged.
Run Mayne's service record.
Notify next of kin.
If you need me.
Wife... Leah Mayne,
lives in Woodley Park.
Oh, that's strange.
What now, McGee?
There must be something wrong
with your fingerprint scanner.
According to his service record,
Lieutenant Mayne is MIA.
Went missing in Afghanistan
six years ago.
Dr. Bailey, Post-Op.
Dr. Bailey, Post-Op.
Page me if there's any change.
Yes, Doctor.
When can we talk with him?
I don't know.
One bullet grazed his forehead.
The other went deep
into his lower left abdomen.
He's lost a lot of blood.
The slug is imbedded
close to his spine.
It, uh, would be
far too dangerous
to remove at this time.
Ruth, would you keep his IV
at 75cc's per hour.
- Yes, Doctor.
- Thank you.
I'll let you know if there's
any changes, Agent Gibbs.
This is surreal.
I mean...
After all these years,
not even a word.
I just assumed that
my husband was dead and...
...and now you're telling me
that he's alive
and that he's living
in Washington DC,
but he's been shot.
I mean, are you s... sure
that it was John?
We have a fingerprint match,
but we'd like you to make
a visual identification.
- You okay with that?
- Uh...
Yeah.
Okay.
Dr. OIlie to Nuclear Medicine.
Dr. OIlie,
Nuclear Medicine.
Um, it looks like him.
The last time I saw John,
he was...
clean-shaven
and he had
a Marine buzz cut.
Oh, he had a birthmark
on his...
- Hold on. Hang on.
- Oh, sorry.
- Nurse, please.
- Oh.
Sure.
Brownish, circular?
It's John.
Where has he been
the last six years?
I don't know,
but we're going to find out.
You need a minute?
- Thank you.
- Okay.
Stay here.
If he regains consciousness,
call me, and see if you can
get any more out of her.
You subscribing
to the DiNozzo Theory...
always suspect the wife?
I'm at the hospital...
Ugh.
Do you know of any
of his friends?
Okay. What do we got?
Six years ago,
Lieutenant Mayne was part
of a three-man deep cover
recon mission in Afghanistan.
He went missing.
- All right. Thanks very much.
- The other two team members were
Captain Gordon Holcomb
and Sergeant Matthew Gontz.
Holcomb's still in the military.
He's a major now,
stationed in Quantico.
He's coming in
tomorrow morning.
Gontz was honorably discharged
five years ago.
Still haven't found him,
though we do know that
he went through a divorce
and a series of jobs.
I think he's having
a little trouble
adjusting to civilian life.
Well, I am going
to try and track him down
through Social Security
Administration.
Oh... a thirsty little boy.
Yes, you are.
Yes, you are.
Yeah, we're gonna
get you some water
and some food and love.
Abbs. What's the dog
doing here?
- Gibbs, this is Mortimer.
- Mm-hmm.
What's he doing here?
I am an SVPR,
a substitute
volunteer puppy raiser.
Mortimer here is going to be
a Seeing Eye dog one day,
and you're going
to be the smartest boy
in your whole class.
Yes, you are.
Yes, you are.
Okay, putting dog down now.
Okay, so, uh... the gun.
It is...
unregistered, and has only
Lieutenant Mayne's prints on it.
As you can see,
it is a nine-millimeter.
There were two shots fired,
and 13 remain in the magazine.
The slug that FBI ERT
pulled from the vehicle...
it's too mangled to match,
but it's definitely
bigger than a nine.
Ducky talked to the doctor.
Mayne's wounds
weren't self-inflicted.
Looks like a shoot-out.
Hey, what's going
on with Ducky?
He's acting
very un-Ducky-like.
Like-Like every day,
he leaves during lunch.
He's never done that before.
I mean, the Duck Man
is a creature of habit.
He brings in his lunch.
He eats at his desk.
Where is he going?
I'm sure he's fine.
Uh, Abby, don't let that dog
out of your sight.
Mortimer! Ah.
That's not your bone.
Excuse me, uh,
Matthew Gontz?
Matthew Gontz?
Yeah?
NCIS. May we speak with you?
What's this about?
I've been out of
the Marine Corps for years.
Yeah, we know.
You've been hard
to track down.
Uh, we need to ask you about
a reconnaissance mission.
The one where Lieutenant Mayne
went missing.
You know I've told that story
a hundred times?
Well, we need to hear
it for ourselves.
It was just the three of us...
me, Captain Holcomb,
Lieutenant Mayne.
We were inserted
into a hostile environment.
It was a keyhole mission.
Defensive weapons only.
A-Am I cleared to tell
you guys this stuff?
This was classified.
We've been read
into the program.
Our mission was to place
and recover
remote target sensors
in Mazar-e.
Everything went
according to plan,
until we made for
the exit rendezvous.
That's when Lieutenant Mayne
broke his leg.
How did it happen?
We were coming over a wall
in a small village
just outside of town.
He snagged his KA-BAR sheath
on some barbed wire,
and he fell.
It wasn't his day.
Did you leave him behind?
No. Captain Holcomb and myself
stashed him in the basement
of an abandoned building while
we went to commandeer a vehicle.
When we came back,
he wasn't there.
We assumed he was captured.
So you and Captain Holcomb
went to the exit rendezvous?
We had to.
We followed mission protocol.
Look, I've never
forgiven myself for leaving
a team member behind.
Must be tough.
The Marine Corps tore
the country upside down
looking for Mayne.
Look, are we done?
I gotta clock in.
For now.
Wait.
Um... why's all this
coming up again?
John Mayne is no longer MIA.
He showed up
yesterday morning.
He was shot.
I don't believe it.
Where'd it happen?
Right here in DC.
You have any indication
he was alive
over the past six years?
The last time I saw him
was in Mazar-e.
His KA-BAR sheath got snagged
on some barbed wire.
He broke his leg.
Just wasn't his day.
Yeah, Gibbs.
Boss, Lieutenant Mayne's awake.
Be right there.
Did you have any contact
with Sergeant Gontz
since Afghanistan?
No. The mission really
shook him badly.
I lost track with him
after he got discharged.
Has he been told Mayne's alive?
Yes, he has.
Two milligrams of plurazepam.
- Call me if there's any change.
- Will do, Doc.
Just keep me posted.
- Thank you.
- You're welcome.
He's conscious,
which is a good sign,
but he's incoherent.
Worst thing
for him right now is
to be bombarded with questions.
I'm gonna keep him sedated.
Uh, for how long?
It's too early to tell.
Wheelchair to Admitting...
Special Agent Gibbs...
My name's Rachel Wells.
I was told by police to see you.
About what?
My husband.
He went jogging
yesterday morning,
never returned home.
When I reported him missing
and showed his picture
to police, they
directed me here.
You're married to John Mayne?
No, his name's Christian Wells.
No, his name is John,
and he's my husband.
There you go.
Careful.
I met Christian
two years ago -Thanks.
on a track at Georgetown.
Thanks.
- Mm-hmm.
- We're both runners.
We, um, smiled and nodded
for about a month,
and then went for coffee,
then started dating.
How long you been married?
Just over a year.
Last Christmas in Hawaii,
we eloped.
You met his family?
He doesn't have any family.
Christian's an only child,
and both his parents are dead.
But you're probably gonna tell
me that that's
not true either.
His name's John Mayne.
He went MIA in Afghanistan
six years ago.
Your husband have a job?
He day-trades,
manages his portfolio.
Christian inherited
a lot of money, so...
I mean, that's not why
I married him.
You're a runner, right?
Yeah.
How come the two of you
didn't go running
yesterday morning together?
I've been nursing a hamstring.
Mmm.
You know, I should
probably get back upstairs
to my husband.
You know he was meeting someone
in the park yesterday?
No.
Do you know he owned a gun?
He had it with him.
The district does not take
fingerprints
when issuing a driver's license.
That is why Christian Wells'
name does not come up
on the scan.
The records reflect
his arrival in the
Virginia-Maryland area
five years ago.
Nothing prior.
Lieutenant Mayne has obviously
constructed a new life.
I found a whole lot
of bank and brokerage accounts
in Christian Wells' name.
Look at that, boss.
This one mutual account alone,
he has over $5 million in.
From what I found so far,
his net worth is over
$12 million.
- Where'd the money come from?
- Uh, don't know yet,
but we are not the only ones
checking him out.
The last two weeks, someone ran
multiple credit checks on Wells.
- You got a name?
- I do.
Peter Iger
of Iger Investigations.
He's a P.I. I got the
voice mail, left a message.
Good. Keep working
the source of the money.
Ziva, track down Iger.
- Yeah.
- Keep the IV as is.
Call me with an update
in an hour.
- Can I talk to him now?
- Absolutely not.
He seems coherent.
Barely.
Just a couple
of questions, Doc.
I'm sorry. He's not out
of the woods yet.
I don't want him upset.
Have you informed
the wife of his condition?
Which one?
It's quite a dilemma, isn't it?
Dr. Tallridge,
I've waited long enough.
I'd like to see
my husband now.
Ma'am, I was just telling
Agent DiNozzo that your...
husband is still
in critical condition.
If I let you into his room...
Oh, no, no, no.
If you let that bimbo
into my husband's room,
I will sue this hospital
and you personally
for everything
that you've got.
Uh...
You ever been married, Doc?
Twice, but never
at the same time.
- Dark SUV.
- Got it.
I'll be here...
I'll be there
as soon as I can.
Thank you.
Iger, the P. I?
Yeah.
Nice tie.
Ah, thank you.
I found it at the
Metropolitan Museum of Art
store in New York.
Its design is based
on the Golden Hoard of Bactria,
unearthed from the tombs
at Tillya-tepe
in northern Afghanistan.
Well, I like the flowers...
or whatever they are.
Gotta go.
Duck?
Oh, hey-ho.
You looking for this?
Ah, you did sign it. Thank you.
Yeah. Where you going?
I just need some personal time.
A long weekend will suffice.
Uh, if anything comes up,
Mr. Palmer can deal with it.
If you need me,
I'm reachable on my cell phone.
Duck, everything okay?
Yeah, never better.
Why do you ask?
Half my team's worried
about you.
Let me guess. Which half?
Abby and Ziva.
ICU tech,
please report to the east wing
nurses' station.
ICU tech, please report to
the east wing nurses' station.
Rise and shine, sleepyhead.
How you feeling?
Felt better.
Hmm.
Who are you?
That's a good question.
I can see
you're thinking clearly.
I'm Anthony DiNozzo,
special agent with NCIS.
Like to ask you
a couple of questions,
Lieutenant Mayne.
Bet you haven't heard
that name in, what, six years?
Listen, I don't want
to make you uncomfortable.
Is it better if I call you
Christian Wells?
Ooh, that got a response.
I don't know
what you're talking about.
Maybe you're right.
Maybe I'm just
a little confused.
I wouldn't be the only one.
Got two women
out in the waiting room.
Both of them claim
to be your wife.
Where'd you go
after Afghanistan?
What are you
doing in here?! -
You're not supposed
to be in here!
I was trying to fluff
his pillow.
- He looked uncomfortable.
- You know what? Out!
- What?
- Out, out!
- Listen, I didn't do anything.
- It does not matter.
You should know better.
Everything's fine. She just,
you know, I went by...
There's not a problem. - : Dr. Tallridge to ICU.
I just wanted to check on him,
ask him a few questions...
What do you mean
where am I?
Yeah, well, I'm not happy
about it either.
Well, what-what do you want me
to do, work miracles?
I'm still parked
in front of her place.
Yeah, yeah.
No, he still hasn't shown.
Hold on a second.
Agent David?
"Dav-eed."
Look, I'll call you
the second I see him.
Then e-mail it to me, Joey.
I'll take a look.
Thanks for meeting me here.
I haven't left this spot
in three days.
Hmm, stakeouts are brutal.
So, uh, what do you need?
Why were you investigating
Christian Wells?
Come on. We know you ran
credit checks on him.
Yeah.
Why?
Client hired me.
Sorry. Not him.
So, who hired you
to find out about Wells?
Guy had a Internet photo
of a marathon runner
crossing the finish line,
thought it was somebody he knew.
I... ran his registration
number through
the marathon's database.
Runner's name
was Christian Wells.
He's not the person
the client was looking for.
I tried to do a little more;
check out his finances,
didn't get anywhere.
Took ten minutes.
The easiest 500 bucks
I ever made.
You should have dug deeper.
Why?
I need the name of your client.
Come on. It's privileged.
Privileged? Are you a lawyer?
'Cause we're investigating
a shooting here.
It will be no trouble
for me to get a subpoena.
Who got shot?
Can't talk right now.
What happened?
Give me a name.
The guy who hired me
was Gordon Holcomb.
Major Gordon Holcomb?
Yeah.
Think he was a marine.
Doctor, he's coding.
He's in V-fib.
I'm going to start compressions.
Susan, bag him.
Can I get the pads?
Charge it up to 200.
- 200.
- Get those lines open.
Okay, everybody, clear.
- Clear.
- Clear.
No response.
Continue CPR. I'm going to page
Dr. Tallridge.
Give epi one milligram, IV push.
One milligram.
Dr. Tallridge,
please report to ICU, stat.
Wait, wait, wait. What-what
happened with my husband?
I'm sorry, Mrs. Mayne,
but you need to stay here.
What?
- Everybody, clear. - Clear.
- Clear. - Clear.
He's not responding, Doctor.
We got asystole on the monitor.
No change.
We've lost him.
Last month,
Major Holcomb hires a P.I.
to track down a guy he thought
might be Lieutenant Mayne,
but yesterday,
he acts completely shocked
when you tell him that Mayne
is alive and here in DC.
As much as I was thinking
one of the wives did it,
this guy's looking
awfully guilty,
and now that Mayne's dead,
guilty of murder.
See, when Mayne went MIA
in Afghanistan, he was broke.
He was, in '02,
making $3,300 a month.
Six years later, he's Wells,
and he's worth over $12 million.
So, where'd it all come from?
Well, unfortunately, I can only
trace the money back five years.
It was, uh, transferred from
an offshore account in Neevis.
Nevis.
Freeze all his accounts.
You got it, boss.
It's dealer's choice.
Some people say "Nay-vis."
"Nee-vis." "Ne-vis."
It's not really important.
What's your gut tell you
on this?
That there's a connection
with what went down
in Afghanistan six years ago.
You said Holcomb
and Gontz said the exact
same words to describe
what happened?
Oh, like they were
reading from a script.
Check with our agents in Kabul.
See what they can dig up.
Got it, boss.
McGee.
Security desk. We have
a Major Holcomb for you.
Uh, yeah. Be right down.
Major Holcomb is in the lobby.
Thank you for coming in.
No problem.
Gave up on the stakeout.
The client wouldn't pay
for any more time.
- Hmm.
- Hope I helped.
I didn't really tell
you anything new.
You guys are really devious.
Iger Investigations.
So, why'd you hire the P. I?
I was surfing the Internet.
Came across a marathon.
Thought the runner
in that picture looked
like John Mayne.
So I wondered,
could he be alive?
You spent $500
of your own money to hire
a private investigator.
You didn't mention that
yesterday.
The investigator told me
it wasn't him.
So, when you saw the photo,
why didn't you call the police?
Why didn't you call us?
Look, I never came to
terms with what happened
on that op in Afghanistan.
One of my men
was left behind.
I knew the chances
of that runner
in the photograph
being Mayne were slim,
so I did not want
to dredge everything up
with the Marine Corps again.
Trust me.
If that private eye
told me Mayne was alive,
I'd have come to you
in a second.
Okay, yes.
Something is amiss.
You are even more of a mystery
than before, Lieutenant Mayne.
Ah!
So, this is the little rascal
I've heard so much about.
Hi.
Mortimer, meet Dr. Mallard.
Hey, how about we
set a playdate with your
mom's corgis?
I mean, he needs
to be socialized
with other dogs.
We'll see.
Did you match the slug
from the lieutenant's body?
No. It was a.45.
The gun they found at
the crime scene was a nine-mil.
But there was definitely
a second weapon,
like Gibbs suspected.
Well, I have an anomaly, too.
Gibbs told me that
I should have found
that one of his legs
had been previously broken.
But that's definitely
not the case.
What are you looking at?
Your tie.
My neckwear seems to be
a source of fascination.
Do you like it?
Yes.
But you're Ducky,
and Ducky wears bow ties.
Change, Abby, change.
The species must evolve
and adapt.
Tell me, Mortimer...
they say that it makes me
look younger.
You look adorable.
Hey, I'm gonna take Mortimer
to lunch, 'cause he needs
to be exposed to restaurants.
I heard of this new vegan
place. You want to join us?
Uh, sorry. l-I can't.
How about tomorrow?
Uh, I have something planned.
Now, if you'll excuse me,
I have to call Gibbs
and tell him about
the lack of a broken leg.
He's up to something, Mortimer.
First, my husband's missing.
Then I learn he's been shot.
You and the hospital
won't let me see him.
Now he's dead.
And you keep insisting
he's someone he's not.
I know that this is hard
for you to accept,
but the man you married is
really Lieutenant John Mayne.
You say that.
I refuse to believe it.
Before, we had
a fingerprint ID.
Now, we have a positive
DNA match.
Oh, don't tell me they're
releasing Christian's body
to that woman.
Ma'am, at this point,
we're not planning
to release his remains
to anyone.
You know, this has become
a total nightmare.
I tried to get cash
out of the ATM this morning,
and was denied.
I mean, the bank says
they've frozen
all of our accounts.
The man you married was leading
a fraudulent life.
Lieutenant Mayne's parents
are still alive.
There was no inheritance.
How am I supposed to live?
D-Do I have to get
my lawyer involved?
I don't know. You know what?
You do whatever it is
you need to do, okay?
Special Agent Sanchez,
please escort Miss Wells
back down to the lobby.
This way, ma'am.
I'm not going away, Agent Gibbs.
What'd you find out?
Wow.
About the time Mayne went MIA,
an Afghan drug lord
claimed some Americans
stole millions from him.
Maybe that's how poor Mayne
became rich Wells.
His teammates were lying
about him breaking his leg.
Okay. Let's get
them both back in here.
Hang on. Let's go
to the cabdriver first.
- He's the weak link.
- He is the weakest link.
And I am on it, boss.
Uh...
They told me John Mayne died.
Mm-hmm.
Um, why was he killed?
We think it had to do
with his money.
He had money?
Mm-hmm. Millions.
Any idea how he got it?
No.
Well...
we think that it was stolen
from this Afghan drug lord.
Guy's been a guest at Gitmo
for the past six years.
Claims that he was robbed...
by Americans.
Come on, man.
What happened on that op?
You help me, I'll help you.
Our mission
was to plant sensors.
We did.
On the way out
of the village,
we took fire from his guards.
They thought we were
after their money.
We took them down,
and then we found it.
Oil drums.
Five of them.
Full of cash, U.S. bills.
Me and Captain Holcomb
left Mayne to guard the money
while we went
in search of a vehicle.
When we came back, he was gone.
So, when you were debriefed
is when you made up the story
about the broken leg.
We couldn't tell anyone
about the money.
All these years,
I have felt so guilty.
The lieutenant got captured
because we wanted that money.
And he's alive.
# Someday the rains will fall #
# When you expect it least #
# Someday the rains will fall #
# You hurry down the alley #
# With another man's woman #
# You don't care nothing
about the ring on her hand #
# You think surely #
# You can get away #
# And sometimes maybe you can #
# Someday the rains will fall. #
So, how long have you been
involved with Major Holcomb?
Involved?
After Gordon returned
from Afghanistan,
he came by the house
to console me
about John being MIA.
He would just check in
on me every few months.
And then,
three or four years ago,
his marriage started
to fall apart.
And things, they changed
between us, so...
When you came to the hospital
to identify your husband,
you made a phone call.
Major Holcomb?
Yes, Leah Mayne called me
from the hospital.
Yes, she told me
John Mayne was alive
before you brought me in.
You didn't tell us you hired
a private investigator.
When are you going
to stop lying?!
I was just trying to protect
my career and marriage.
Now, they're both over.
Gordon stayed with his wife
for his children's sake.
And you kept collecting
your husband's Marine Corps pay
and allowances?
Yes.
You had no idea
your husband was alive.
No. No. Not until you people
called me to the hospital.
Where were you that morning?
With Gordon.
I told my wife
I had to spend the night
in Quantico.
Leah and I were in a hotel
in Falls Church.
I know you don't have any reason
to believe me, but we had
no idea John Mayne was alive
until you called her
to the hospital.
Their alibis are solid, boss.
This was filmed just minutes
before John Mayne was shot
in the park.
The major paid in cash.
Of course he did.
He's married.
And cell phone records confirm
that they were both
in Falls Church.
You are so quick
to suspect the wife.
Still do. He's got two of them
and two lives.
Which life got him killed?
I'm thinking
it's the little hottie.
Knew about
her husband's former life
and stolen money.
Don't you think?
I mean, she said she was
going running 'cause she
had a bum hammy,
but she was strutting
around pretty good
last time I saw her.
Let's find out where she was.
What about Gontz, the cabdriver?
He was the third man
in Afghanistan.
Maybe he found out
Wells was Mayne
and killed him
for double-crossing them.
No.
No. No more rain.
Weatherman said it'd miss us.
What do you care about? A little
rain's not going to hurt you.
It's going to hurt my wallet.
I just had my car washed.
That is why I never wash my car
in the winter.
That's a big mistake.
You got to wash off
the deicing salt.
Otherwise, it'll eat
through the undercarriage.
McGee. Can you track
the cell phone number
on this card and tell me
where it was the morning
Mayne was shot?
Peter Iger.
Iger Investigations. Sure.
Ziva.
What's the matter with you?
He lied to me.
Iger said he had not
left the stakeout
for three days,
but his car was spotless
on the outside.
I could see my reflection.
Well, sorry, Ziva.
Can't help you.
Iger's phone was
turned off that morning.
I do not believe it.
He is always on it.
The man practically has a wire
growing out of his ear.
He would never turn
it off, Gibbs.
Unless he didn't want
to leave an electronic trail.
Hang on a second.
His phone on now?
Uh, yes, it is.
Where?
Not far from here. 1200 block
of M Street Northwest.
He's not here.
He's got to be
around here somewhere.
I'm gonna call Ziva.
What did Iger say?
Uh, Iger's not here.
Listen, could you go to my desk?
There's a cell tracker
with Iger's phone on it.
Just, uh, tell me where he is.
There is a laptop in the,
uh, passenger seat there.
I'd love to get a look.
Well, his phone is now north
of M Street on Ridge.
Address indicates
it is a restaurant.
All right.
He's, uh, a block up,
around the corner.
He's eating.
Perfect.
I'll get the Slim Jim.
No. Hey, hey. What?
We don't have a warrant.
And I have a record,
and besides,
a Slim Jim is very...
It's very old school.
You got a better idea?
Matter of fact, I do.
Ziva, I'm gonna put you on hold
for one second.
Uh, stay on the line, though.
I built an application
for my phone.
Why is that important
to what we're doing here?
With a vehicle's VIN number,
you can access all the
vehicle's pertinent information,
including key and remote code.
I hack into a database,
download all the codes,
and there it is.
Wow. Well, I'm glad
that MIT education paid off
for something, McGee.
It is pretty super, isn't it?
I don't believe you.
Yeah, I'm not gonna unlock
the door for you, Tony.
Well, I don't think
you could unlock the door.
'Cause if you could, you'd
prove it to me by doing it.
- Uh, no, it does.
- No, I...
Hey.
M... Mine! - No, uh, Tony.
You should patent that.
Ziva, where is he now?
He has not moved.
What are they up to?
How do I get into his files?
Tony, you can't.
You know what? You're right.
You could get in here
in ten seconds.
And then we'd be out of here.
Come on.
I'll hold the phone.
All right.
All right, files are
listed by clients' names.
Major Gordon Holcomb.
All right. Done.
Give me this.
I want no more part
of this.
Thank you very much.
Ah, it's exactly
what you asked for.
They called me last night
to tell me it was here.
You should be very pleased.
I missed you at the opera
last night, Mother.
Madame Butterfly.
All those melodies.
One after the other.
It never ceases to amaze me.
Mortimer.
When did she die?
Ah, Ducky, I'm so sorry.
I'm so sorry.
Oh, this is interesting.
It's an e-mail from
a private lab in Philadelphia.
Listen to this.
"As you suspected,
"we have matched the left thumb
and index finger
"on the water bottle
you sent us
"to First Lieutenant
John Mayne, USMC."
So, the P.I. knew
Wells was Mayne.
Ziva, uh...
check with the ATF database.
See if Iger
has a registered.45.
Are you going to tell me
what's going on, McGee,
or is this, like, a guy thing?
Yeah. Later, later.
Hey. Why would Iger
withhold that information
from his client?
Because if he tells his
client, he only gets the fee,
which is
a couple hundred bucks.
But if he withholds
the information,
uses it to blackmail Mayne,
who is worth millions?
- McGee?
- Yeah?
Iger owns
a Smith & Wesson.45.
Great. Okay. Uh, thanks,
Ziva. Don't go away.
You know, it's too bad
we won't be able
to use any of this
information,
'cause you broke
into the car,
and then obtained it illegally
from his computer. Criminal.
McGee, Iger's coming your way.
You better get out of there.
Well, what can I tell you?
I charge $100 an hour,
plus expenses.
Yeah.
You got my number, pal.
Hey.
NCIS, right?
Yep.
You guys making any headway?
Well, as a matter of fact,
we wanted to ask you
a few questions.
Sure. Whatever I can do.
Well, according to,
uh, ATF records,
you have a permit
to carry a.45.
Can we see your weapon?
l-I haven't carried it in years.
I, uh, I sold it at a gun show.
Oh, well. That's good.
How about you
put the bag down...
Where do you think
you're going?
All right, all right.
Come on. You don't
have to do this.
All right.
So, did you try
to shake Wells down?
Meet in the park went bad,
didn't it?
It was self-defense.
He had a gun.
He shot first.
The guy stole millions.
I only asked for 100 grand.
When were you going
to tell me, Duck?
Soon.
I thought
about having a service,
but all of Mother's friends
predeceased her.
I was all she had.
Okay. So, why keep it
to yourself?
l-I didn't want to impose.
I'm surrounded by death, Jethro.
I wanted to deal
with the personal loss
by myself.
Did you know
that she was almost 100?
And she had an active,
full life,
but this last year,
she has not been herself.
It was her time.
The natural progression
of age.
You going to stay
in the house?
The sale is pending.
We should close next week.
Ooh, those wretched
little dogs?
I found a good home for them
with a corgi lover in Virginia.
What are you going to do?
I've put down an offer
on a brownstone in Georgetown.
It's on the Historic Registry.
I've been working with a
charming real estate agent.
Her name is Sophie.
She's...
quite a bit younger
than myself.
So, I take it
Sophie's the one
that doesn't like the bow ties?
Well...