NCIS (2003–…): Season 7, Episode 20 - Moonlighting - full transcript

(hip-hop song playing)

(lowers volume on music)

MAN:
Help! Help me!

I'm gonna die!
Help! Please!

Oh, God!

Help me!

I'm coming! Hang on!

Please! Help!
I'm coming!

(man continues screaming)

(man's voice continues
pleading, sobbing)

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I thought you said
27,000 kills.

28,000 kills.

But, yesterday,
you said 27,000 kills.

That was yesterday.

You killed a thousand
people in a day?

I was hot.
I was super hot.

I was cappin' fools.

It's not a cause
for pride, McGee,

it's a cause for concern.

Speaking of causes
for concern.

Autopsy Gremlin.

What are you
doing in here?

You know what happens if the
direct sunlight hits your skin.

I was just showing Ziva pictures
of me and Breena.

ZIVA:
Things are getting
pretty serious

with the girlfriend, huh? Ooh!
I don't know...

ZIVA:
Matching tattoos.

Well, it's just henna.
I-It's just... it's just henna.

It's gonna be gone
in a few days.
Let me just see.

You got commitment
issues, Palmer?

I get a little
nervous about...

permanent things.

Actually, I can't even put
a bumper sticker on my car.

Where is this?

It looks like
the Baltimore Street Scene.

McGee, didn't you say
you wanted to go to that?

I decided not to.

Did you really make
that decision, McGee,

or was it made for you

by your addiction
to killing?

McGee killed a thousand
people yesterday.

Eh? That is
not the record.

On his video game.

Oh. Is that a record?

That's pretty good.
Thank you, Palmer.

We're not encouraging

this kind of behavior.

You spent, like, six
hours online last night.

You need to unplug,
talk to real people.

Uh, these are real people, Tony.

Living, breathing people
with lungs and skin,

you can touch and interact
with-- we got to find you

one of those.
Yeah, well, I got
one of the other kind.

Petty officer washed up
on a Maryland beach.

Grab your stuff.

Oh, all right!
(laughs)

That is not an appropriate
reaction, is it?

I know, boss, I'm
as shocked as you are,

but Ziva invited
the Gremlin up here.

Don't get him wet.

DUCKY:
Mind your step, Mr. Palmer.

Minding my step, sir.

It's slippery.

DUCKY:
Where's the burrito wrap?

Got it right
here, Doctor.

Ah.
And here is
the body bag.

DUCKY:
Let's lay it out here.

MAN:
It's gnarly, dude.

Man!

Yeah! For real!

Words.

Use 'em. Helpful words.

We were sleeping
in a van, yo, right?

And we heard Bam! Bam!
Boom! Boom! Crack! Crack!

Gunshots, dude.
That's what I said,

I was, like,
"Dude, gunshots," right?

So you're saying there
were six gunshots?

No, two gunshots.

But there was,
like, a echo.

And he was, like,
"Dude, don't look,"
and I was, like,

"Dude, we're looking"
Yeah, and then we, like,

peeked through the windows,

and we saw two dudes drive off
in a black Lincoln.

Two? You sure it was two?
It wasn't an echo?

Yeah, two dudes.

Two dudes.

McGEE:
Right there.

Okay.

All right, well,
fingerprint scan

matches his Navy I.D.

Petty Officer Scott Roebuck.

Lived within walking
distance from here.

Actually, within
jogging distance, I'd say.

Does your new

magical machine tell you
how he died, Timothy?

McGEE:
Well, it's not much

of a noodle-scratcher
there, Duck,

but I'm gonna say
GSW to the head.

McGee would know--
head shots are his specialty.

What?

Referring to a video game
he's been playing way too much.

TONY:
That's a surprising bit

of editorializing
coming from

the once and future
king of Dorkland.

Hey, I now have a girlfriend.

The king is dead.

Long live the king.

Hey! What do you got?

Hey, boss.

We, uh,

found Petty Officer Roebuck's
MP3 down at the end of the dock.

Must have fallen off
before he went in the water.

With his shoes on?

Well, either he was shot first
and thrown in,

or he went in
after something important.

Or someone.

How about the tides?

See...

at this latitude,
high tide was at 11:00 p.m.

So we're still
going down.

MAN: Special Agent Gibbs--
found something!

TONY:
Wow, this is terrible.

McGEE: All right,
Tony, let's hook him.

TONY: I believe it's
called a gaff.

McGEE: What is?
TONY: Uh, the hook.

McGEE: Well, you don't seem
to be gaffing very well,

so try hooking.

TONY:
You know, I used to like

spending time with you.

Got him?

I'll get another
body bag.

He's been beaten
about the face.

His hands and
legs are bound.

The chains must
have snagged

when the tides
went down.

McGee, put the scanner on.

Yes, boss.

There we go.

Okay.

No, no names coming up on AFIS.

No, wait a second, boss,
we got a red flag here.

It says contact the FBI.

ZIVA: I think I recognize
this guy-- isn't it...

Stefano Delmar.

Who?

GIBBS:
Organized crime.

Up-and-comer.

Our petty officer stumbled
onto a hit.

You sure it's Delmar?
Can't be sure.

The file just said
contact the FBI.

Saves me a trip to the rooftop
to flash the Gibbs Signal.

You, uh... still
investigating
those Mob hits?

Hence the undercover beard.

I'm worried.

It gets a little bigger...

People are gonna start
thinking you're Kenny Rogers.

The hits...
I'm gonna start calling
you The Gambler.

...not the beard.

(grunts)

Yeah, what is this?

That is just a small portion
of Stefano Delmar's

sworn testimony
to the grand jury.

He turned state's evidence.
He was trying

to consolidate power,

till we caught him cold
on a murder charge

and he decided to give
everyone else up instead.

He's done a whole
lot of talking.

He was supposed to be on his
way into witness protection.

Hmm, but now he's dead.

Yeah.

And he's not the first.

Someone is not doing
a very good job

of protecting witnesses.

(Jimmy groans)

DUCKY:
There is cortisone cream

in the far cabinet,
Mr. Palmer, for your itching.

I think it's in my head, Doctor.

Yeah, but you're
scratching your back.

No, sometimes when I
get around sand,

I just start itching.

DUCKY:
Well, if you care to explore

the origins of this
psychological affliction,

I can offer
my professional services.

What's the first thing
that springs to mind?

Well, I really liked to play
in the sand when I was a kid.

I used to bury my toys,
play amateur archaeologist.

Our neighbors, I remember,
did some remodeling once,

and they had a big
pile of sand out front.

To mix with cement.

Yeah, yeah,
but it wasn't sand-sand,

like the good sand--
it was bad sand; very bad sand.

Made me break out
in red welts.
Oh, it wasn't

the sand, Mr. Palmer,
but the sand mite.

The sand might what?

The sand mite bit you.

Sand bites?

Sand mites might bite.

I'm grammatically lost.

But medically found.

The tiny crustacean
known as the mite.

M-I-T-E.

Ah!
I believe

a simple allergy is the
solution to this problem.

That's your
conclusion, Doctor?

Delmar was allergic
to seawater?

Well, to breathing it,
perhaps.

His lungs were full.

Cause of death was,
in fact, drowning.

He was thrown in alive.
Petty officer

was trying to be
a Good Samaritan.

No good deed goes unpunished.

Yeah...

That's Delmar, all right.

It's the first body
that's actually turned up.

Confirms the word
on the street.

What about the other two hits?

Disappeared.

Presumably with extreme
prejudice.

FBI recently lost
a few witnesses.

"Lost"?

Well, we advise against it,

but it's not uncommon
for witnesses

to reject the
protection program.

Try to return
to their own lives.

But Delmar never even got
to his new home.

You got a leak?

Maybe.

The Bureau's hands-on
until the testimony's complete.

Then the marshals take over.

We varied protocols,
just in case.

Whoever killed him
took the job personally.

I mean, he was not only
beaten around the face,

but the torso, as well,
before being drowned.

Like a rat.

Yeah, well, I did find
one unexplained wound.

Here-- there's also
an infection.

I suspect tetanus.

What, those little scabs?

Yeah, they're some sort
of punctures.

About a week old,
maybe two.

He was in FBI custody last week?

And the week before that.

Oh, yeah, Tobias,
you've got a leak.

All right, let's get moving.

ZIVA:
Okay, "FBI witness profile

and sequestering schedule."

Reminds me of middle school,

when you get the smart kids

to check
the dumb kids' homework.

Yeah, which one were you?

(chuckles)

And that's because I anointed
you king of Dorkland?

Fair enough.

Let's start
with the safe houses.

I got a Motel Six.
Freemont Inn.

Got a Hyatt.

Wow, must be nice to have
a budget for hotels.

Moving on.

Special agent in charge-- hey!

Look, there's
my old buddy,

Rick Sacks.

Kind of hope he's the leak.

Robertson.

Van Horn.
TONY:
Moving on.

Appointment
with a company called

"Cooper's Hawk Security."

Me, too.

Yeah, me, three.

All right, Cooper's,
you go to the top

of the "maybe" pile.

GIBBS:
Cooper's Hawk Security?

Outside contractor--

background checks, securities.

They specialize
in polygraph investigations.

Lie detectors
are inadmissible.

We occasionally use them
to verify statements

before we get to court.

Really? You can't just take

what career criminals
say at face value?

Even after agreeing to full
disclosure, some witnesses

try to hold back, but with
a skilled technician,

the polygraph
will catch them.

Son of a bitch.

That's what happened
to Delmar's foot.

The old tack
in the shoe routine.

Pain messes up the baseline
reading when you tell the truth.

It makes it difficult to get
an accurate read on a lie.

If the wounds are
self-inflicted,

the leak might be
outside the Bureau.

Link could be
in that company, Tobias.

Common link
to all three witnesses.

We should put someone
in there, see how they operate.

Enough
undercover work.

Let's do this the easy way.

We get the judge
off the last trial

to issue a court order
for their internals.

Find the name of anyone
who interacted with all three.

All right,
we'll do it your way.

Let's go.

There are two kinds
of people in the world:

the kind
that actually believes

there's only two kinds
of people,

and the kind
that ain't total idiots.

Your Honor,

if you'd review my request,
you'd see that I'm not asking

to violate
client confidentiality.

Not in those words,
Agent Fornell,

but that would be the effect.

If I granted the court order.

So much for the easy way.

How is that?
Ignore him, Your Honor.

"Evelyn" is fine
when I'm not in the robe.

Why can't we just
have them all, Judge?

Cooper's handles sensitive
information, Agent Gibbs.

They're a reputable firm

with a very large
private clientele base,

not to mention
the federal government.

A two-man hit team
took down Stefano Delmar.

And you think his people
knew he was talking

because someone at Cooper's
let it slip?

Tobias, that was one of
the worst-kept secrets in town.

The same team that killed
Petty Officer Roebuck

just for being there.

I share your frustration

with the occasional inequities
of the legal system,

but I cannot sign off

on blanket violations
of privacy.

In the hopes of serving
justice, however,

I could release Delmar's
full testimony to you.

Least you could find out
what names he named.

Would help narrow down
our search for the killers.

Thank you... Evelyn.

And I could
buy you both a coffee.

Pick your poison.

You had a cup
this morning, didn't you?

Yeah. Every morning.

And Judge Wallace
bought you one.

What is that, your fifth?

It's not even 4:00 yet.

Hey, boss,
I might have found

a way into, uh,
Cooper's Hawk Security.

Yeah.

Yeah?

I didn't know you were looking.

Well, it's not illegal.

I'm not hacking or anything.

Right.

Did you start looking

after we saw the judge?

Or before?

Before.

Right.

Thanks for doing it my way.

Yeah, don't mention it.

I was being facetious.
Yeah, me, too.

Cooper's personnel files.

ZIVA:
Susan Grady?

That's the polygraph lady.

You know her?

Says she's one
of their specialists.

Yeah, she's one of
our specialists, too.

TONY:
More precisely...

one of McGee's specialists,

meaning she
specializes in McGee.

(chuckles)
And polygraphs.

Employment histories overlapped.

Looks like she was moonlighting.

GRADY: I'm an 080
security specialist,

not a full-time agent.

I got clearance
from the director

before I started freelancing.

Wait.
Director Vance knows?

No, this was Director Shepard.

This was, I think,
February of '08.

Susan, you're not
in trouble.

I know I'm not in trouble.

I haven't broken
any regulations.

Then stop acting defensive.

I'm not acting.

I'm genuinely feeling
on the defensive.

You have a very off-putting way
of putting people...

you know, off.

I'm not the first one
to say it.

It's not my fault
you feel guilty.

Sure, I guess I could have
reminded Director Vance

when he took the desk,
and I could have told him "no"

when they offered me
a more regular job.

Or you could
have told them

that you already
have a job.
It's still part-time.

Two days a week,
usually,

unless they have a...
unusually heavy caseload or...

FORNELL:
Stay down! Stay down!
All right.

SUSAN:
Oh, my God!

All noncombustible
items on the left.

If it's fried,
on the right.

And mark a big "O"
on anything organic.

Abby, do you really
need that thing?

Need, McGee?

Reason not the
need, McGee.

Don't be so limited.

If it smells, bring it

directly to my lab, pronto.
Noncombustible.

McGee, we got a cause yet?

Uh, well, I called
the fire marshal.

He is, uh, still not ready
to sign off

on the cause of the explosion,
but he is willing to admit

that it probably
was not an accident.
You think?

Where's DiNozzo
and David?

Still out canvassing.
How is Susan?

In the conference room--
go find out.

What, you want me
to go question her?

She's in shock, Tim.

We're going to need
a gentle touch,

and based on your
past relationship...

Whoa, whoa--
relationship?

There-there was no relationship.

That's not how I remember it.

Boss, she practically
sexually harassed me.

I get chills
just thinking

about the EKG
that she was sticking up...

Conference room.

Hey.

You okay?

Well, maybe I can...

Thank you. I was so scared!

(chuckles uneasily)

You have
a surveillance camera

in the conference room now?

Hope you don't have
one in the elevator.

We don't.

Not yet, at least,
Agent Fornell.

How can I help you?

GIBBS:
Need to borrow your TV.

And my copy of Emily Post.

Door was closed.

I thought you were in MTAC.

Well, we all make mistakes.

That's why God
invented knocking.

McGee is interviewing
Susan Grady?

You sure you don't have
a camera in the elevator?

When I do, you'll be the first
to know, Agent Fornell.

TV's all yours.

McGEE:
Susan...

Let go. Let go.

Thank you. Thank you.

Now, I know
it's hard, okay?

But I'm going
to need you to focus.

Can you do that
for me?
Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm.

All right, so I'm going to have
to ask you a few questions.

That's funny.

I'm usually the one
who asks the questions.

Yeah, I remember.

You know, we never
really got a chance

to talk about the, um...

You know, the, remember...?

The time that you had me
retake my polygraph test,

because you wanted to see
if I had a girlfriend or not?

SUSAN: I know it was
wrong and I'm sorry...

I took care of that.

I think you're
really cute and I...

Don't worry about it, Susan.

It's okay, all right?

Just water under the bridge.

Let's just forget
it ever happened.

All right, now,
you've been working

at Cooper's Hawk
Security about two years?

And you help them run
their background checks?

No, I just administer
polygraphs.

So, same as here.

No, not the same.

Here, everyone treats
me like a leper.

I walk into a room,
they walk out.

Like, like everyone's
afraid I'm going to find out

their deepest,
darkest secrets.

But, um, Cooper's
specializes

in giving polygraphs.

There, I was just...
one of the guys,

which was nice.

I can't believe
they're all dead.

(clears throat)

This man...

You ever given
him a polygraph?

No.

You aware of any threats
against Cooper's Hawk?

No.

Anything unusual in
the office this morning?

No, the Internet was
down for a bit,

but nothing unusual
about that.

The, uh, the techs came

and it was working
about an hour later.

All right.

Think I've got
enough for now.

Um, how'd I do?

Uh, just fine.
Just fine.

I'll admit, the,

the Q-and-A is a little
nerve-racking.

I see what everyone's
talking about.

Yeah.

But I'm glad it was you.

It's, it's almost like...

fate brought us together again.

Maybe I ought to have
a little talk with her.

I don't think
she knows anything.

If she can be trusted.

You're sure the leak
came from Cooper's Hawk?

The explosion
wasn't an accident.

There was something
to find there.

Somebody didn't
want you to find it.

And she's the only one
that made it out alive.

Either she's
extraordinarily lucky...

Or she's involved.

Until we know
which is which,

let's not let her
out of our sight.

I need help, Doctor.

I can't tell whether
this is a metacarpal

or a metatarsal bone.

Neither. No, it's
the lower extremity

of a Lepus cuniculus.

A rabbit's foot?

Yeah. Look at the markings
here on the end.

It's where the metal
keychain cap was attached.

Hmm, someone must've been
carrying this for good luck.

Wonder if they can get
their money back.

(laughing)

I am so sorry.

Uh, that was just a joke.

It was not a good joke.

I realize that now.

DNA! I need more.

I finished I.D.'ing
the first four victims.

Ugh! And, uh, I'm ready
for a new batch.

Mr. Palmer, if you've

finished your multispecies
insensitivity...

Uh, here are two more.

It's going slow.

We've been having trouble

separating out
the unique DNA strands.

I have faith.

If anyone can dig through
burnt-out remains

and find uncooked
cellular material, it's you two.

TONY:
Remind me not to let you

give a speech
at my wedding.

Ducky, Gibbs would like

to know, uh,
what the update is

with the bodies

that we discovered.

Well, there are still
some spare parts,

but we've been able
to reconstruct

enough of the remains
to get a firm count.

There are ten victims,

not counting the rabbit.

Are you sure?

You were expecting
something different?

I don't know what the rabbit

is about, but according
to the personnel records,

there should've been 11 people
in the building when it blew up.

Well, I can assure you

our count is accurate-- ten.

Susan Grady was not the only
person who made it out alive.

So who's lucky 11?

Well, wouldn't Susan know?

She was there, right?

Are you guys sure
that we can trust her?

Because I am not.

And why, may I ask, is that?

Come on, Ducky.

Everybody know Susan's taken
a little shine to McGee.

(grunts)
That has nothing
to do with it.

I mean, McGee--
he's a capable investigator,

but when it comes
to matters of the heart,

he can be a bit naive.

Are you talking
from experience?

That's classified.

Just think about
his last girlfriend.

She tried to kill him.

I get it.

You're trying to
cover McGee, like
a protective hen.

Or an over-protective panther.

Okay, if Susan can't tell you

who lucky number 11 is, I can.

Just keep her out of my hair.

Should we tell her?

No way.

Tell her what?

SUSAN:
Keep pumping.

(pump hissing)
McGEE: How firm
do you like it?

SUSAN:
A little harder.

McGEE:
All right.

SUSAN: Don't want
to get a stiff back.

Hm! You're pretty
good at this.

McGEE:
Top of the line.

Any more, I'd think
it's gonna pop.

Wow... McGee.

And in my lab.

What?

Oh, no, no, no.

No. Listen, Abby,
I-I volunteered

your lab for
Susan to crash in.

I mean, if it's that big
of a problem, I can...

have her stay at
my place, I guess.

Mm!

No problem.

No problem, and there's pillows

in the ballistics room.

Oh, um, already got them.

Thank you.

Great.

Well, if you need anything,

I'll be

closing in on the killer
in the next room.

I don't think
she likes me.

Well, I wouldn't read
too much into it.

Abby sometimes...

One second.

Need to check
something.

I just wouldn't read too much
into it.

Are you guys really
closing in on the killer?

Well, unfortunately,

all of Cooper's internal records
were destroyed in the explosion.

It was likely the point.

What? Something wrong?

Well... what if
I told you

not all of the
records were destroyed?

Well, then,
I'd ask you to explain.

Um, you know, I-I took
copies of polygraph interviews

and background
data home.

I know it was a serious
breach of protocol.

Then why'd you do it?

I was studying the data,

hoping to improve my
people-reading skills.

I'm really good
at what I do, Tim.

I can read anyone like
a book with my machines.

When it comes to
doing it blind,

I'm, you know, blind.

It's probably why
I've had such bad luck

with men.
I was actually voted

"Least Likely to Take a Hint"
in high school.

Really? I can't imagine.

Listen-- the data
that you have at your house--

it's important evidence.

We need to go get it now.

Oh, we don't
have to.

Actually, it's on
my desktop computer.

We can tunnel in from here.
All we need...

An open port
through our firewall

and an external IP address.

I'm already locked and loaded.

I just need
your log-in information.

So, um, the interviews
are digitized by date,

but, um... Whoa!
What's going on?

Abby, you're not
mirroring this

in the other
room, are you?

This is not me.

Someone else is accessing
my files.

Do you have a webcam?
Yeah.

All right. Remote-activating it.

SUSAN:
Oh, my God!

Someone's in my house.

Try and block access here.

ABBY: He's taking the
computer, McGee.

Abby's working on enhancing
the image, but I wouldn't

hold your breath.
TONY:
Whoever was after Susan--

they disappeared
before we got there.

The door was forced, and
the place was ransacked.

FORNELL:
You said you
were still able

to download some of the data?

Managed to capture a portion

of Cooper's client directory,

but was unable to get any
actual polygraph files.

We're reconstructing what
we have, but it's not much.

Witnesses?

Well, the neighbor did report

seeing someone lurking,

uh, but couldn't give
a useful description.

Said the suspect seemed
to be waiting for Susan.

Eventually got tired of waiting.

Susan have any idea who?

No.

Come on.
She's the sole survivor.

She must know something.

Well, if she does, she
doesn't know what it is.

Trust me. I spent half
the night up with her.

FORNELL:
Well, we know one thing.

Whatever she knows...

It was worth killing for.

(phone ringing)

Yeah, Abbs. What do you got?

ABBY:
The missing employee was
Gus Templeton, the janitor.

Nice work.

Abby's got an I.D.
on the missing employee.

Gus Templeton.
The janitor?

Why was he not at work
during the explosion?

I don't know. Find out.

FORNELL:
I've got to update

all the interested parties.

Boss, can I go with Tony
instead of Ziva?

I'm sorry, it's just,
I've been here all night.

I got... I'm fighting
the cabin fever.

Go on, get out of here.

Thanks.

Can I give you
some lady advice?

I'd rather get a lap
dance from a nun, Tony.

NCIS!

Listen, when Jimmy Palmer's
out-girling you,

trust me,
you need my advice.

I think you should give
the girl a chance.

You never have.
Maybe you should.

She's a nice girl.

That's very
adult of you.

Hmm. It's not me.
It's her.

(knocking)
Something about her.

I can't put
my finger on it,

but I think she's got
a really nice butt

underneath those
long blouses.

That is more like it.

NCIS!

Gus Templeton?

NCIS. We'd like to ask
you a few questions.

Mind if, uh, we come inside?

(grunts, coughs)

(coughing)
Oh, boy.

Actually, we-we can
do this out here.

That's fine.

Uh, where-where were you
last night?

In my bathroom...

throwing up.

Bad sushi.

Oh.

Been there the
last two days.

(coughs)

You hear about the fire
at Cooper's?

I'm the janitor.

If someone wanted
to torch the place,

how would I know
anything about it?

Well, the thing is,
we told the media

to report the fire
as an accident.

Never mentioned arson.

SUSAN:
That's the janitor,
but I don't remember him

looking quite so green.

I told-told your agents
I don't know nothin'.

I know that.

I got an issue with it.

What's that?

You're lying.

That's it?

(laughs)

I must have missed something.

There are many subtle tells

to indicate a person is lying.

Eye contact, body positioning,
micro-expressions.

But with Gibbs,

it is all "gut,"
as you say.

Is he ever wrong?

Not that I remember.

I don't have
much of a gut.

I never have.

I actually thought

Tim really liked me,

and he was just
playing hard to get.

Perhaps he is...

and just doesn't know it.

You definitely provoke a
strong response in him.

Yeah.
The response to run.

Why would I lie?

I got ten reasons right here.

Look at 'em.

'Cause somebody's
going down for this.

Please.

You know what
my problem is?

My only suspect
makes 30 grand a year,

and he just
spent $40,000

on a damn new fishing boat.

They'll kill me.

They already killed everyone
at Cooper's.

No, you killed 'em.

And that's exactly
what the jury's

gonna see. Look at 'em!

(quiet grunt)

I had some gambling debts.

These guys--
they show up at my place

and...

they agree to wipe it all out.

What it cost you?

My access card.

Said they were gonna pose
as computer technicians, and

my I.D. would give them access

to every room.

I don't know
what they wanted.

And they didn't say nothing

about killing anyone.

I would never
have helped them otherwise.

I want names.

Lifted prints from
the janitor's place.

This is Peter and
Arnold Rafferty.

Started with petty theft
as teens.

Moved on
to boosting cars.

Graduated to muscle
for organized crime.

Familiar?

Those are the guys who came
in to fix the computers.

Probably the ones
that disabled it.

Well, their names were
mentioned 127 times

in Stefano Delmar's
testimony.

I'm guessing they found out
where he was hiding

and went and got some payback.

Then broke into my house
to destroy my files.

You have to
catch them.

Now. Like, right now.

We're working on it.

We have hit
a Shamu.

Does she mean snafu?

Roll with it.

ZIVA:
We were able to track

the Rafferty brothers'
movements prior to them

destroying Cooper's
Hawk security.

Right, then what?
TONY:
Nothing.

Fornell and his beard
are running contacts,

but it looks like
they've gone underground.

Must've knew an indictment
was coming soon.

Maybe.

But I don't think that's
why they disappeared.

Monsieur Gibbs,
s'il vous plait.

There's foulness afoot.

First things first, Gibbs:

the Rafferty brothers
definitely killed Delmar

and the petty officer
that stumbled on them.

I found their DNA
on both victims.

Second, the fire marshal

finally issued his report.

I think he's some sort
of frustrated novelist

or something, but it's
a pretty good read.

Abby?

Yes, Gibbs?

Nutshell.

Yes, Gibbs.

The murder scene is
not the only place

that I found the
Raffertys' DNA.

They never made it
out of Cooper's alive.

You said all the bodies
were accounted for.

And... they were.

The fire marshal scraped this

at the source
of the explosion.

It's ash, Gibbs.

It's human ash.

The Rafferty brothers
left no bodies,

because they were literally
incinerated by the explosion.

So who broke
into Susan's house?

Oh, it gets better.

The fire marshal traced
the source of the explosion

to Cooper's computer room
in the basement.

And the explosive
was very small.

Didn't look small.

But it was.

The explosive was designed
to fry the servers

that were holding computer
records, not to kill anyone.

But the explosion
penetrated

the gas main of the
building, and kaboom.

Only the records
are targeted?

And I know what
you're thinking.

Delmar's testimony

ratting out
the Rafferty brothers

is already on the record, so...?

So, what were they
trying to hide?

FORNELL: They went to a
lot of trouble to destroy

Cooper's records. Why?

Not to cover their
connection to Delmar.

His testimony's
already on record.

What else was
in those computers?

Just spoke with the company
that handles Cooper's I.T.

The server that they
specifically downloaded

houses Cooper's
polygraph files.

What?

What was
in those files?

(anxiously):
Um, well, um...

audio recordings
of the polygraph examinees.

Um, their physiological data,

post-test analysis...

Questions, answers.

Wavy lines next to them.

Questions, you know,
involving each case, yeah,

and the standard
ones we start with.

You've pretty much
heard them already.

They're almost identical
to the ones we do here.

Agent Gibbs has never
taken a polygraph exam.

Ever?

This won't hurt a bit.

(door opens)

Wouldn't miss this
for the world, huh?

He's been dodging
this for years.

Um, if you could
just make some room.

Where are you thinking
of clipping that thing?

It's for the sphincter sensor.

(laughing):
Oh, gee...

(Fornell snickers)

I, uh, usually
set this up beforehand.

All you need now is a buzzer.

Oh, no, nothing
like that.

That'd make the
testee too nervous.

All right, let's begin.

Is your name
Leroy Jethro Gibbs?

Yes.

Were you born
in Stillwater, Pennsylvania?

Yes.

Have you ever stolen

more than a hundred dollars
in cash or property

from an employer?
No.

That one gets me
every time.

Have you ever
committed espionage

for a foreign country?

No.

Have you ever divulged
classified information?

No.

Have you ever
committed a felony?

Agent Gibbs?

Could you answer
the question please?

That's enough.

Something wrong,
Agent Gibbs?

What happens if you fail?

At NCIS, you lose
your security clearance.

Usually your job.
Same at FBI.

SUSAN: The CEO of Cooper's
Hawk was pushing for its

use in more areas
of federal employment.

ABBY: He even convinced several
congressional committees to give

them a test run.

I finally decoded
the data fragment

that McGee pulled
from the computer.

It's a list of the
past year's clients.

It's a veritable who's who

of senate confirmation
appointees.

Well, how about that?

Thanks, Curt.

Boys.

I didn't realize we
were making this
a regular thing.

You were a Cooper's client.

Skipping the small talk?

We need an explanation,
Your Honor.

Wow, this is the big leagues.

Judge?

Two years ago, I sat on
a circuit court bench

in a small town in Illinois

when I was hand-picked
for a federal spot.

Do you know
how much combing

and sifting
takes place during

judicial confirmation
hearings?

I wanted to make sure
nothing embarrassing

would surface before
I accepted the nomination.

Personally embarrassing?

Maybe.

You want someone digging
up your skeletons?

So, that's why you went to them?

As a dry run.

Take a dry run
at that polygraph machine?

Learn how to beat it?

To get accustomed to it.

I had never taken one before.

The committee was

just experimenting
with polygraphs

as part of the vetting.

And my nervousness could have
derailed the confirmation.

Not nervous around
the machine anymore?

Nope.

GIBBS:
Good.

Then you won't mind
taking another one.

What exactly do you
think she knows?

With her clearance level?

Everything.

Can't just accuse
a sitting judge

of being part of a criminal
conspiracy, Gibbs.

I'm just going to ask
her a few questions, Leon.

As a judge
in Skokie County, Illinois,

did you preside over the case
of People v. Perkins?

Yes.
The outcome was Perkins'

conviction on three
counts of murder?

Yes, you have the file.

After the trial,
primary witness against
Perkins went missing.

You know what
happened to him?

No.

(alarm beeping)

Oh, yeah.

(Gibbs chuckles)

Sorry about that.
I forgot to mention

I had one of my agents, uh,

rig up all
the bells and whistles.

Hmm...

FBI never found
the witness.

Similar to the
missing witnesses

in the recent string
of RICO cases.

Hmm, last one ended up
in your court.

Stefano Delmar

was granted immunity
after confessing

to multiple murders.

You know what
happened to him?

Yes.

Can you tolerate
watching bad guys walk,

because their testimony
convicts even worse guys?

(alarm beeping)

Is that what you call

the "occasional inequities
of the system"?

GIBBS: Did you leak
identities of protected

witnesses to people who
had grudges against them?

(alarm beeping)

FORNELL: Did you use Cooper
to become a better liar

in order to mete out vigilante
justice from a higher bench?

(alarm beeping)

You accuse me of what?

Of targeting rats
who bail out of a sinking ship?

Without a shred of
admissible evidence...

I'll have your badges.

(doorknob clicking)

She is right.

Was murder by proxy.

Oh, yeah.

The Rafferty Brothers
did her dirty work.

Their little mistake

took out more
than she intended,

but it also means

that everyone connected
with those murders is dead.

GIBBS:
Yeah.

No evidence she was
involved in any crime.

No.

Just the break-in.

Oh, right.

That was the first

actual boots-on-
the-ground crime

that you committed
yourself.

Did the Raffertys
alert you that those

files were copied?

Or did you just lift that
from my own update?

Very few people
had that information.

You really think
you're such a natural

that you didn't leave behind

a single red hair?

You never faced
your victims,

but you still
murdered them.

FORNELL: You know,
it doesn't matter

that you think
they had it coming.

You were appointed judge.

Not jury and executioner.

We did find a hair
at your place.

There might have
been a red one.

So was he bluffing or not?
I just couldn't tell.

Hey, Susan, start
in the shallow end.

Reading Gibbs' mind is--
well, it's like re...

(groaning)

Dear God... someone fed
him after midnight.

ZIVA: Jimmy, what
happened to you?

Oh... turns out I am really
allergic to henna.

But, uh...
(stammering)

I can't reach back there,
so, so do you think

you guys could...?
I'm late for a squash game.

Oh, sorry, I gotta get
the hell out of here.

JIMMY: Please, guys,
it really itches!
That's what
girlfriends are for. Hi.

Okay, I can get
the top part...

Stay, stay, stay! Stay!
No, please, do not...

It maybe be actually
very contagious.
I need help.

I may have to hurt
you massively.
She'll do it.

I may have to hurt you.
I would do it for you.

No, you wouldn't!
Yes, I would!

Susan, you want
to get some dinner?

You're asking me to dinner?

Yeah.

Yeah, seeing you in action,

you know, you doing
what you do, it's, um...

It's interesting to me.
I'd like to know more.

You would?

Yes, I would.

(sighs)

Yeah, but, um,

I don't think
you really would.

But it's, it's sweet
of you to say.

Uh, no, I-I,
I actually would.

I really would.

Hey!

I would!

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