NCIS (2003–…): Season 7, Episode 18 - Jurisdiction - full transcript

MAN (counting cadence): Lor-i,
lor-i, lor-i, lori.

MEN: Lori-i, lor-i, lor-i, lori.

(counting cadence)

My corps. My corps.

Your corps. Your corps.

Our corps. Our corps.

Marine Corps. Marine Corps.

Ooh-rah. Ooh-rah.

Ooh-rah. Ooh-rah.

Ooh-rah. Ooh-rah.

Four miles to go, Marines.

Back in formation, Fricker.

Platoon, halt.

At ease.

Marine, what part of "fall
in" don't you understand?

Sergeant, we got a problem.

Shut yourself, Fricker.

Don't answer me.
Don't even look at me.

What do you think you're doing?

Over there, Sergeant.

Come on.

TONY: Come on.

TONY: I got gum. I got...

Oh...

spare change, old lip balm.

They're not in here.

Found candy left over
from Valentine's Day.

Candy from who? Why does it matter?

It matters because
you didn't eat it.

And so that person must
not mean very much to you.

It means something.
It means nothing.

I'm glad I wasn't your valentine.

So am I.

TONY Here you go, McGee.

I found this.

One of my motivational CDs.

I've been looking for this.

Yeah, you should
have looked harder.

Well, gee, I'm sorry I didn't
think to look in your desk.

Hey, you know what?

Whoever drove the van last
probably has the keys.

Yeah!

Oh, yeah.

I went and got pizza yesterday
'cause I was hungry.

Then what did you do
with the keys, Tony?

Well, I drove back.
I ate the pizza.

I threw out the box, and...

TONY: Oh.

You-you know what?
Today is garbage day.

You'd better... you'd better hurry.
Where is the Dumpster?

In the basement.

Did you lose something,
David? Not I. Tony did.

GIBBS: DiNozzo.

What'd you lose? Your watch?

Driver's license?

Uh, neither.

Got a dead body.

Navy diver.

Who's driving?

Well, boss, uh,
there's a little problem.

No, the problem is that I found
these on the elevator floor.

That's my bad. Uh-huh.

Won't happen again.

I doubt that.

Meet you all downstairs.

Oh, oh.

(clamoring)

DUCKY: * Oh, I do like to
be beside the seaside *

* I do like to beside the sea... *

You know, strolling
on a beach like this

at this time of year
reminds me of weekends

we used to spend with Mother
and some friends in Brighton.

They made us eat winkles.

To this day,
I shudder at the thought

of eating any kind of snail.

JIMMY: I've always
preferred oysters myself.

Of course you do, Jimbo.

Oysters-- nature's aphrodisiac.

Surprised Blondie doesn't have
you shucking night and day.

That's pretty cute.

Aw, shucks.

TONY: So how is Bryn anyway?

She just became a union rep
for her embalmer's local.t.

She must have quite
a pair of hands.

Her talents never
cease to amaze me.

Navy diver.

What are you thinking, Duck?

Well, he didn't run out of air.

However, I can't rule
out nitrox poisoning.

The fishies sure did
a number on him.

As did a propeller.

See? The blade sliced through

and removed his
entire left forearm,

but almost certainly
after he was dead.

This was no boating accident!

Richard Dreyfuss in Jaws,
you know,

when he finds the arm?

The medical ex...

You know that...
I love that part, yeah.

Jaws is classic.
I estimate the time of death

to be between three
and five days ago,

based on the degree
of decomposition.

A Navy diver doesn't
go out alone, Duck.

That's a long time not
to be reported missing.

Unless he wasn't
supposed to be found.

McGee, details.

Lieutenant Michael Jensen, age 36.

Prior enlisted.

U.S. Navy master diver

based out of the
Experimental Diving Unit

in Panama City,

then detailed to Little Creek.

It says here he was on leave.

C.O. wouldn't have
reported him U.A.

Diving on his day off.

Yeah, or moonlighting.

Hello, hello. What have we here?

There's a puncture wound
through his wet suit.

Swordfish?

Doubtful.

Speargun?

It's difficult to tell
till I get him back.

JIMMY: Blood loss from this

would accelerate
the feeding frenzy.

You were right, Jethro.

Lieutenant Jensen was
not diving alone.

Whoever was with him stabbed
him and then left him

in the water to die.

Any family?

Owned a home in Portsmith.

No wife, no kids.

No accident.

Could have sent McGee.

Yeah, could have.

I wanted to see how Jensen lived.

It says a lot about a man.

Take your house, for instance.

Clean, no nonsense, stoic.

Stoic?

My house is stoic?

Understated, then?

I planted some roses last weekend.

Red ones.

Red roses stoic?

Well, yeah, prickly
and thorny like... Go.

Clear, boss.

Maybe not totally clear.

Toss the gun. Do it now.

(chuckles)

Take it easy, sweetheart.
Who are you?

I'm not the one
breaking and entering.

No, the door was open.

Ladies first.

It's turning into a
party around here.

Wow. Looks a little like
Reservoir Dogs.

Except you're cuter
than Harvey Keitel.

We're federal agents.

Get his I.D.

Look. Don't touch.

NCIS.

Come on, really?

Who are you guys?

DEA? FBI?

CGIS.

(chuckling): Coast Guard, boss.

You got a problem with that? No.

Yeah.

(slaps head) Put the
weapon away, Kyle.

Oh, yes, ma'am.

That's a nice head slap.

What is CGIS?

Coast Guard Investigative Service.

The Coast Guard has an
investigative branch?

Well, they're smaller than us,

but with a wider law
enforcement reach.

But is is the Coast Guard.

Whoa, whoa.

No need to get all uppity.

Yes, Virginia, there is a CGIS.

Now, they may not
have our track record,

or our je ne sais quoi,

but they are a legitimate sibling.

Like Corky in Life Goes On.

Who?

We ran into Borin and her probie

at Jensen's house.

She remind you of anyone?

Like who, exactly?

Come on in.

Get you a cup of coffee?

That'd be fine, Agent Gibbs.

Oh, so this is NCIS.

(pouring coffee)

Sorry to disappoint you.

Of course,
I'm going to need to talk

to your director right away.

Well, my case, my questions.

Jensen's Navy.

The case belongs to NCIS.

Well, that depends
on his involvement.

How's him being dead?

He still could be my killer.

Okay, whose murder are
you investigating?

About a week ago,
one of our recon flights

spotted a salvage boat adrift

about eight miles off
the coast of Virginia.

Only one on board was the captain--

a guy named Martin Lime.

Found him bludgeoned to death.

Case fell in my lap.

How's Jensen fit?

I found some security
video of Jensen

and Captain Lime
talking at the marina.

My gut said he might
be worth questioning.

Your gut?

Yeah.

I like to conduct my
own investigation.

Right there with you.

Any death on a U.S.
-registered vessel is FBI

or Coast Guard jurisdiction.

So where's the FBI?

They told us to call if
we get close on anything.

I got your number.

No, you don't.

So, what's your beef, Gibbs?

That I'm Coast Guard?

That I'm a woman?

Or that I managed to get the
drop on you in that house?

I don't know you.

That's it?

It was a maxim of Captain Swosser--

speaking in his naval
figurative manner,

that "If you only
have a plank to swab,

you should swab it as if
Davy Jones were after you."

He was certainly after
this poor fellow.

You quoting Jack Sparrow?

No, no, no, Mr. Palmer.

Charles Dickens--

Bleak House. Hmm.

I prefer Treasure Island.

Robert Louis Stevenson.

Ah, yes. One of my favorites, too.

I used to jump up on my bed,

pretend I was Jim Hawkins
sailing with Long John Silver.

Oh, magnificent.

How old were you, ten, nine?

Uh, 23.

Ah.

"For the boy's story is the
best that he's ever told."

GIBBS: Dickens.

And what's his story, Duck?

But, unfortunately,
much of this poor lad's demise--

well, it must remain a mystery.

Dead men do tell tales,
and some better than others.

I mean, he's the same height
and build as Lieutenant Jensen,

but the only way to
confirm his identity

is by DNA and dental records.
GIBBS: Cause of death?

Being shanked by a
screwdriver didn't help.

I'm sorry.

Sea lice in his esophagus,
the cyanosis,

oh, and nasal hemorrhage,
all point to death by drowning.

Master diver drowns
swimming to shore?

May I remind you, uh--

an injured diver.

Even the best of us meet our match.

Abby is processing
his diving equipment.

Thank you, Duck.

Tread softly, Jethro.

Ms. Sciuto, for some unexplained reason,
is not herself today.

(alarm beeping)

Aah.

(pounding on keys)

(frustrated grunts)

Abby.

(groaning)

(computer blipping)

Abbs. Ow!

Oh. Hi.

Hi.

I was just cleaning,
um, Jensen's laptop.

Everything all right? No, it's not.

What are you doing here?

I work here. I know what
you're doing "here,"

but I always know when you're coming here,
and I didn't.

You don't have anything?

I've got nothing.

Okay, Jensen drowned,

but he still had plenty
of nitrox in his tanks.

I'm still processing these
little rubber things

that were in his teeth.

I think they're from the regulator.

And I have no idea how to
get into Jensen's laptop.

He's got a code built in here
that would make the NSA proud.

(sighs)

I'm just... I'm off my game.

Well, maybe this will help.

You think I didn't
try this already?

I had two Caf-POWs this morning.

That's kind of when things
started going south.

I just... I don't
know what's wrong.

Abbs, I need what's in that laptop.

I know you do.

Maybe a hug would help.

(alarm beeping)

Didn't help.

I guess I'm just going
to keep banging my head.

No, don't do that.

I need what's in that head.

Aah.

TONY: Special Agent Abigail Borin.

She's 34.

Served a tour of duty
in Iraq as a sergeant.

No spouse. No little Borins.

It's uncanny, isn't it?

What?

A former marine turned
surly investigative agent

who flies by the seat of her gut.

How do you know that?

He was eavesdropping outside
the conference room.

It's called research, McTattle.

Anyway, I think a law of nature's

being violated here.

Like matter and antimatter
colliding or something.

That would be bad.
You read comic books.

ZIVA: Are you obsessed
with this woman

because she reminds you of Gibbs

or because she is quite attractive?

Oh, yeah. Gosh,
I hadn't even noticed.

Noticed what?

Oh, hey.

Uh, we're just talking

about the case,

and the complexities

an-and the deeply layered...
Where's Gibbs?

Oh, he's avoiding me,

but I am not going anywhere.

So, what do you got?

"What do you got?" she says.

McGEE: What we have

is Lieutenant Michael Jensen.

He was in the service 12 years,

last eight as a master diver.

ZIVA: His record was spotless:

several commendations,
two Purple Hearts.

Video shows him

at the marina with Lime.

So any other connections?

No, no, nothing in
Jensen's finances.

There was an odd charge, though.

Payment to a storage
facility in Alexandria--

three years, paid in full.

That's a long time to keep
something in a locker, huh?

Unless you want people
to forget about it.

So when can we have access?

We?

Well, first thing tomorrow morning.

Great.

Uh...

Is there a problem?

No, it's just...

Do you have any siblings?

None. Only child.

Small town in Ohio.

Tell Gibbs I'll wait
for him outside MTAC.

Nice comm.

Must have set the
Navy back a few bucks.

The Coast Guard does not
have capabilities like this?

We're still capable of plenty.

Just because CGIS is small,
it doesn't mean we're impotent.

Jensen and the boat connected?

BORIN: Quantico, please.
Yes, ma'am.

Hi. GIBBS: That one of yours?

Outsourced.

Downsizing's rough.

We make it work.

Ms. Choi,

could you tell Special Agent Gibbs

your findings, please?

We dusted Martin Lime's boat,

and Lieutenant Jensen's
prints were all over it.

Blood?

Some. The type matched
the lieutenant as well.

Still waiting for DNA.

We think you have a double
homicide on your hands:

Captain Lime and Lieutenant Jensen.

One civilian, one navy.

Thank you. CHOI: Thank you.

So, do we keep chasing
each other in circles,

or do we work together
to find a killer?

We have everything
we need right here.

I'm willing to try.

Okay.

Welcome aboard.

Our recon flight spotted Captain
Lime's vessel the Delilah here.

Did the boat have a GPS on it?

Yeah, which indicated it'd
been trolling back and forth

in a grid pattern
for almost a week.

He was looking for something.

Yeah. It stopped in this location,

and presumably the
murders took place there.

So once the killer found
what he was looking for,

he kills Captain Lime,
tosses Lieutenant Jensen

overboard and abandons ship.

It's miles to shore.
No way he could swim it.

Maybe.

You have satellite photos

of other ships in the area?

My people are already
working on it.

What about my people?

TONY: We...

Uh, yes, boss, we...
tracked several large deposits

recently made to the
captain's bank account.

And we've got a recurring
phone number on Jensen's cell

to a Missy Dawkins out of Reston.

She's coming in. I'll take it.

And?

And-and I have...

(printer beeps)

...the warrant for the
storage unit Jensen rented.

Get Ziva to check out the storage unit...
Agent Gibbs and I will take

the storage unit.

Sorry. It's your house.

DiNozzo.

GIBBS: Get Ziva,
check out the storage unit.

On it, boss.

Agent Borin, you want to walk
me through your evidence log?

Yeah, no problem.

You can call me Abby.

No, no, that's not going to happen.

Oh, my God.
I can't believe he's dead.

What was your relationship
with the deceased?

You mean he's deceased, too?

Um, how did you...

how did you know Lieutenant Jensen?

We dated on and off for
the last six months.

He was a fun guy.

He just didn't have much...

Money.

I was runner-up Miss Biloxi.

I'm accustomed to a
certain lifestyle.

Yeah, I bet you are.

When was the last time you saw him?

Oh, about two weeks ago.

Michael said he was going off
on some hush-hush navy thing.

Told me when he came back,
he'd have a lot of money to burn.

Did he say exactly how much?

Enough to make all
my dreams come true.

TONY: According to the log,
the last time Jensen accessed his unit

was two weeks ago.

Was he alone?

I couldn't say.

ZIVA: What do the
cameras say? Not much.

They haven't worked for years.

Security's pretty tight
around here, huh?

Do I tell you how to do your job?

I'm sorry. I didn't mean to...

Act like a jerk?

If I could walk, you know,

I'd kick your navy ass.

All right, this is Jensen's unit.

I, uh,

have a bigger unit if
you'd prefer to see that.

Keys.

I'll be in my office
if you need me.

Huh.

Smells musty. Hmm.

Ah. What do we have here?

Look at all this stuff.

Ah.

Mm-hmm.

These are ocean charts.

This is where

the Delilah was abandoned.

Calafuego.

Treasure hunters.

Is that what this is all about--

treasure?

TONY: Pirate treasure.

Oh, this looks like
David Jones's locker.

Davy Jones.

He used to sing with The Monkees.

Real monkeys?

I envy your brain sometimes.

(jingling)

Hey, Abby.

Hey.

Gold reales and a
sunken treasure, Gibbs

All taken from Jensen's
storage locker.

Pretty cool.

Almost makes up for the way I feel.

Although I hear you're having
your own personal problems...

Special Agent Abigail Borin.

Abby. Abby.

So, Abby, what do you got?

What do you got, Abbs?

Other than like

a five-alarm migraine--

I was finally able to
decrypt Jensen's laptop.

The most interesting thing
on here is a nested folder

containing e-mails between Jensen

and a Dr. Joseph Mavrey.

He's a big surgeon in DC.

What were they about?

At first glance, it seems like
they're talking about sports,

'cause they keep using
the term "a cage foul."

But that is an anagram for...

(computer warbling)

Calafuego.

It's the ship Jensen
was researching.

Maybe it's a coincidence.

Don't believe in them.

Of course not.

Okay, so according
to the history books,

the Calafuego went down
off the East Coast.

Maybe Jensen was looking for it.

GIBBS: Or found it.

BORIN: Maybe he had a partner.

It costs a lot to
recover a ship. Mm.

They'd have to be rich.

Very.

Thanks, Abbs.

(footfalls inside house)

Are you sure I can't
get you anything?

Yeah, I'm sure.

Mrs. Mavrey, we actually need
to speak with your husband.

I'm afraid that's impossible.
He's out of the country.

Another International Doctor's
Group crisis in South America.

He won't be back for weeks.

Is there any way that
we can reach him?

No. Joe turns everything
off when he travels.

He says it distracts
him from the work.

Does the name Michael
Jensen ring a bell?

Is he a patient of my husband's?

No. He's a navy diver.

He's dead.

Oh, I'm-I'm so sorry.

Apparently, you husband Dr.
Mavrey contacted him

multiple times.

Look, because of the success

of Joe's work, he is
constantly meeting new people.

There's no way I could possibly
keep track of them all.

When he checks in,
I'll be happy to mention it.

But then it might be too late.

When you do hear from him,

if you could let us know,

we'd appreciate it. I will,

absolutely.

She's covering for
her husband. Maybe.

Gibbs, we should bring
her in for questioning.

Push her harder.

Based on what?

Based on... my gut.

Right, right, yeah,
I've heard that before.

So what, we're just supposed
to sit around and wait?

Yeah, for now.

Is that the navy way?

No, it's the smart way.

SECNAV has pull with
the attorney general.

Doctors' charity-- A.
G.'s on the board.

So we'll get him.

I know that.

TONY: Look at all of these
swashbuckling movies.

And Errol Flynn. (chuckles)

Captain Blood!

And Douglas Fairbanks.

Huh? The Black Pirate.

Imagine Gibbs as a pirate?

A little eye patch and the peg leg?

A parrot on his shoulder?

We are not talking about
pirate movies. Look at this.

Mel Fisher found the
Atocha in 1985.

Made almost 450 million bucks.

The real Calafuego went down

in 1647 loaded with gifts

for the Spanish government.

So, if this really turns out
to be the Calafuego,

no telling how much
money's at stake here.

Give me a ballpark, McGee.

$250 million easy, boss.

Jensen must have
isolated the wreck site

and went looking for a backer
to fund the recovery mission.

Why Mavrey? Look, 'cause he was
more than just a good heart surgeon.

He had 16 patents pending.

So he could afford to
play treasure hunter.

So Mavrey killed him to
avoid splitting the loot.

It's very Treasure of
the Sierra Madre.

So Mavrey doesn't need
the money, though.

McGEE: Ooh, no, actually he does.

Apparently, one of
the stents is flawed.

Thousands of lawsuits
flying around now,

so he's going to need as
many high-priced lawyers

as he can afford.

VANCE: Gibbs.

Just got a call from the
attorney general's office.

Mavrey's doctor group
never left the country.

He's been here all along.

BOLO, McGee. Find him.
Already on it.

Okay, Dr. Mavrey just logged
in to his own Web site

to perform a bypass surgery.

TONY: Look, you can watch it live

if you click here and pay $19.99.

Where is he?

His own facility-- Northwest D.C.

That's 1200 Meadowlark Ave, boss.

Click there. Click it.

Hell of a place to hide.

His own clinic-- not real bright.

Dr. Mavrey-- where is he?

I'm sorry. I'm not
at liberty to say.

Dr. Mavrey's gone.
He won't be back...

We know he just signed
in online surgery.

We need to see him. We're federal agents.
I'm telling you he isn't here.

He hasn't been for days.

They're getting ready for surgery.

You can't go in there.

Dr. Mavrey, we need to talk.

What is this?

Who are you?

Victor Kalsa. I'm Dr.
Mavrey's associate.

I fill in for him when
he isn't available.

We're about to start
a surgery here.

I know that. Where's Mavrey?

Well, to be honest,

we haven't heard from
him in over a week.

Was he there?

No, not exactly.

Dr. Mavrey has his partners do
his online surgeries for him.

Well, a flag just went up on one
of mavrey's credit cards here.

Hired a private jet earlier today

To fly him to the mariana islands.

Gibbs: The marianas?

Where is that exactly? Guam.
U.S. Commonwealth.

Now it's my turn.

Muggy. Talk to me, boss.

If the doctor's plane
hasn't landed yet,

Why don't we have a coast
guard aircraft intercept it

And suggest to his pilots

They may be abetting a fugitive.

On it.

Nice. You can do that?

Just scratching the surface.

(phone ringing)

Yeah. Gibbs. Ducky: Can I see you?

Yeah, yeah, duck, on my way.

Oh, you're alone.

Who were you expecting?

Her, of course.

The whole building is talking
about your coast guard friend.

I'm feeling particularly
alone and depressed tonight.

First, mother moves
into the next world,

And then last night...

You broke up with sophie?

You noticed. Hmm.

She was so anxious to change

Yours truly.

I was beginning to
question my own identity.

Yeah, I know how
protective you are of that.

She also put some of mother's
silver in the dishwasher.

Really?

(sighs)

Hey, duck...

Huh? Did you call me down here

To tell me something?

Oh, yeah.

Jensen's medical records
are on the way over.

But in preparing this mold,

I made an interesting discovery.

Well, the guy had an overbite.

Yes, but he also has
several sub-fractures

On three incisors.

Broken teeth from struggling?

No, I don't think so.

I think they were self-inflicted
from some kind of seizure.

I mean, take a look.

The jaw was clamped.

So tightly shut

That he quite literally
detached the masseter muscle

From the mandible bone.

Bit right through the mouthpiece.

Which explains the pieces of
rubber we found in his mouth.

I mean, in a dazed panic
and unable to breathe,

he rips off his mask and drowns.

Duck, why would a guy
who's been diving

his whole life react like that?

I also... found a history
of hemochromatosis;

in his case, congenital.

It's a retention of iron,
to be precise.

I believe that this condition

would have precluded
diver training,

unless, of course,

someone expunged his records.

ABBY: Unbelievable.

I don't know how they think
they can get away with this.

GIBBS: Who's they?

They, you know,
the ubiquitous them.

You found something
in Jensen's blood?

What...? Oh, no.

Um, that's not Jensen's blood.

That's the spectrographic
analysis of Caf-POW.

Or so they'd like you to think.

They changed the formula, Gibbs.

And not to improve the flavor,
but to save money.

I mean, no wonder I've
been a total freak.

This is like New
Coke all over again.

I'm going to start a
letter-writing campaign.

Do you want to help me?

Abby, you've got nothing on Jensen?

Actually,

when Ducky said that
Jensen had a seizure...

I reran his blood

and I found exactly
what I found before,

which was nothing.

Jensen was using nitrox

because on deep dives,
it's beneficial.

But he was headed
into shallow water,

so why didn't he adjust?

A master diver would know that.

That's why I think there's
something rotten in Denmark.

(elevator bell chimes)
Hang on a sec, Gibbs.

I might have something
sooner than later.

Boss, fishermen just
found a punctured Zodiac

floating not too far from
where Jensen's body washed up.

It's how they got back. Had to be.

And get this: The Coast Guard
intercepted Mavrey's plane.

He wasn't on it.

Pilots were paid cash to fly
an empty plane to the Marianas.

Empty? No, decoy.

We're being played.

Where's DiNozzo?

We need to talk to bring
in that doctor's wife.

Oh, hi.

Wow, nice pad.

Early American colossal.

Hello.

You must be Agent DiNozzo.

Mrs. Mavrey?

Impressive.

I got your message.

What's this about Joe
chartering a plane?

I don't understand.

Yeah, yeah, one-way.

Usually not a good indication.

We have a few questions.

Of course.

So do I.

We need your help in finding him.

If I knew anything,
I would tell you.

Please,

I will help you in any way I can.

TONY: Uh-oh, that's not good.

Doc's having some
legal trouble, huh?

(sighs)

Yeah.

We... we've had a
rough time lately.

Joe's been upset,

distracted.

But I never expected him to...

BORIN: If you lie to us,

you're aiding a fugitive.

I keep telling you,
I don't know where he is.

Look, um,

I got this e-mail over a week ago.

Joe said that he was
leaving the country--

for work,

and that the lawsuits would be
dealt with when he got back,

that things would be better for us.

Joe's a good husband

and a dedicated doctor.

And I love him.

Even if he murdered two people?

That's not possible.

Joe could never do that.

Okay, let's look at a few pictures.

Lieutenant Michael Jensen, U.
S. navy diver.

Dead.

Martin Lime,

captain of a salvage ship.

Civilian. He's also dead.

As you can see, Andrea...
he's not only capable,

he's actually quite
good at killing.

Now, we need you to
help us find him,

or we're going to have to
charge you as an accessory.

I didn't do anything wrong.

(sobbing)

Why is this happening?

Lieutenant Jensen's
medical records arrived.

As expected,
the navy has no indication

of any liver condition.

Records could have been falsified.

Yes, sometimes the desire to serve

can override better judgment.

Right. But you don't
think that happened.

No.

No, I spoke to the staff physician

at the Experimental Diving Unit.

He examined Jensen dozens
of times over the years.

And he saw absolutely
no indicators whatsoever

of hemochromatosis,

whereas...

this gentleman... (tapping body)

...shows absolutely every sign.

(zipper unzipping)

So this isn't Jensen.

I'm afraid not.

If this isn't lt.
Jensen, then who's in Autopsy?

First question.

And the second?

Where is Lieutenant Jensen?

Got a BOLO out.

He's got a pretty good
head start on us, though.

Abby finished running
the John Doe's DNA.

Any hits? Any hits?

No, and without a
name to compare it to,

Ducky's dental mold is useless.
Find Jensen.

We got to I.D. that body.

DiNozzo, talk to Metro.

Get a list of missing persons.

Getting a list of
missing persons, boss.

Time to call the FBI.

Ziva, security footage
at the marina.

I.D. everybody there. Uh-huh.

McGee, Mavrey's personal medical
records-- pull them all.

Got it, boss.

Medical records?

All right, nothing too exciting.

Elevated blood sugar level.

Got good cholesterol.

Look at this.
Something interesting here.

He had epileptic seizures

as a boy and has a
congenital liver disorder.

(door opening)

You found my husband.

Where is he at?
I-I need to see him.

Um... well, he's, uh,
he's here, Andrea.

He's...

He's been here all along.

I don't understand.

The dead body in the
wet suit wasn't Jensen.

I'm very sorry.

No.

No...

No, that's not possible.

The e-mail that he sent me.

Anyone could have
accessed his e-mail.

Who?

We're working on that.

The diving,

the treasure--hunting,

that's just supposed to be a hobby,

and now you're telling me
he's dead because of it?

Let us help you.

Is there anything
you haven't told us?

Mm...

Because of the... the lawsuits,

Joe started...

taking money out of his
corporate accounts.

Cash.

A lot of it.

I think that, um,

I think that he was putting it all

into some ridiculous treasure hunt.

Hoping that whatever he
found would pay for it all.

Well, that's risky.

Yeah, well, Joe was desperate.

So Mavrey finances the recovery

of the Calafuego,

hires a boat and pays
Jensen to recover the gold.

It's a big payday: $200 million.

While Jensen fakes his own death,
kills them,

and keeps all the treasure.

It is like The Sierra Madre.

Yeah, but who's Bogie?

Boss, boss, uh, Miss Biloxi,

Missy Dawkins... Yeah?

She just bought two
one-way tickets to Mexico.

The first is in her name;
the second is Michael Jensen.

Am I in trouble? Depends.

On?

On whether you cooperate.

Why don't you tell us
where you were supposed

to meet Michael Jensen.

I can't do that.

I mean,

I wasn't supposed to meet him.

He said he'd come to me.

You spoke to him?

We texted.

He said his ship had come in,

and I was supposed to buy two
tickets to Mexico, get packed,

and be ready to go, but...

He never showed.

I knew it was too good to be true.

He was using me, huh?

You're another decoy.

You buy the ticket, we chase you,
buys Jensen time.

I should have known this
was never going to work.

It's not like we really
had anything in common.

I mean, besides, he spent all
his time with that rich doctor

and his wife.

(phone ringing)

Yeah. Gibbs.

Gibbs, Gibbs, Gibbs, I've got something.
Abbs, Abbs, can't hear you.

What? What? What's all the noise?

(machine running) The noise!

(whirring)

What do you got, Abbs?

Good news, Gibbs.

They decided to stick
with the original formula.

So everything in my Caf-POW
universe is okay again.

Congratulations. Anything else?

Okay, so I got to thinking.

Why keep a bunch of
museum-quality Spanish coins

in a storage unit that has
no security? Stupid, right?

Unless they're not museum-quality.

Is that what you're tumbling?

Okay, in theory, we have

$250,000 worth of gold reales.

But look at this.

I added simple boric acid.

It ate away the gold plating.

Not real.

All of this stuff from
Jensen's storage unit,

it's worthless.

Jensen's been scamming everybody.

There's no Calafuego treasure.

He has been conning Dr.
Mavrey for months,

bilking him dry.

He took advantage
of a desperate man.

So, then what was still
worth killing for?

A different kind of treasure.

Thanks, Abbs.

Andrea Mavrey said she never
met Jensen. She was lying.

Jensen got into it
to con the doctor,

but it turned into something else--

something with Mrs. Mavrey.

The real treasure's the millions
Mavrey took out of the bank.

Wait a minute. You're saying
the widow and the stud diver--

they-they did it together?

Ziva, did you hear that?

Yes. Yes, what?

Yes, I heard the wife did it, Tony.

Okay, yes, you are a genius.

BORIN: Okay, question.

Where would you hide
a lot of money if you

were afraid your house
could be seized?

Not in my house.

DiNozzo, get over to
the clinic-- sweep it.

Meet you at Mavrey's. On it, boss.

Look, Michael,

the money's not in the safe
or any of the cabinets.

Andrea, it is not that
easy to hide $10 million.

We've gone through the whole house.

Think. I am.

Well, we're running out of time.

GIBBS: You guys
looking for something?

Who the hell are you?

Came to see the grieving widow.

Guess she's not
grieving anymore, huh?

BORIN: Well, Jensen,
I knew a navy diver

was too smart to drown.

Yeah. You almost had us.

TONY: Body Heat.

William Hurt, Kathleen Turner.

Hire the stud to kill the husband.

Didn't really work
out so well, did it?

So, guys, where's the money?

I don't know.

TONY: We do.

It is amazing the things people
keep in their work lockers.

Me, it's just dirty socks

and a Live Aid T-shirt.
Geldof signed it.

Mavrey's locker.

Yo-ho-ho.

Did you really think
that Jensen there

was going to take you with him?

(handcuffs tightening) He
planned the whole thing.

He forced me.
He said he'd kill me if...

if I didn't go along.

She's lying. You are under
arrest for the murders

of Joseph Mavrey

and Martin Lime.

It's time to walk the plank, matey.

Arrgh.

Agent Borin, I want to
thank you personally

for working so
proficiently with NCIS.

Thank you, Director.

Agent Gibbs?

Yeah.

Thanks.

I just got off the
phone with SECNAV.

Now I know turf wars
are unavoidable,

but I find that cooperating
with our sister agencies

provides excellent results.

Don't you agree, Agent Gibbs?

Yeah, sure.

Well, hopefully,
we can do it again soon.

Anytime.

You know where to find me.

Likewise.

Are you ready for the
adventure of a lifetime?

(wry chuckle) It is
just a movie, Tony.

How dare you.

Is Mickey just a mouse?

Ringling Brothers just a circus?

Yes. (chuckles)

Well, you see, that's why
you don't have any friends.

I do have friends.

Really, then,

what are you doing with me,

watching a movie on a
Friday night at work, huh?

You are my friend.

Really?

No.

My date cancelled.

Mine, too.

(movie orchestral
soundtrack playing)