NCIS (2003–…): Season 7, Episode 22 - Borderland - full transcript

Why is everything rusted,
Grandpa?

That's what happens
when junk gets old.

Well, you're not rusted.

Well, I'm not junk
and I'm not old.

You look old.

You want to live to see eight?
I'd just shut up,

and pick something out,
if I were you.

Do I really get to break
anything I want?

It's your birthday.

Take a look around here,

see if there's anything
catches your eye.

Oh, wow, Grandpa.

Yeah, I figured that'd
be just the ticket.

Come on, I got it all
locked and loaded.

Let's see how these fit.

Cool.

Perfect.

There's your control panel.

Now, the most important thing
about this, Tommy,

is you do not tell your mother.

Okay.

What are you waiting for,
some overtime? Hit it!

Does it hurt?

- No.
- Are you sure?

Yeah, it's a car.
It doesn't feel anything.

Then why is it bleeding?

The First Amendment:

Freedom of the press,
religion, assembly,

- petition and...
- Yeah, well,

you go get a life, too,
you little pipsqueak!

Speech!

Clearly they did not have Tony
in mind when writing that.

...I don't want to see you!

The little rat "nexted" me!

Hi, there.

Hey, I'm Tony.

What's he doing?

Annoying me.

Besides that.

It's called random chat.

It's through a Web site

that video-connects you
to random strangers.

- Come on!
- A person doesn't like

who they're chatting with,

they just hit "next"
and move on.

Let me guess.

Tony keeps getting "nexted."

This I must see.

It's not funny, Ziva.

Longest I've gone is
ten seconds.

Well, perhaps you're
not as interesting

as you think you are.

This from coming from a woman
reading the Bill of Rights

for entertainment.
Get out of here. Back off!

I don't want you taking credit
when I work it out.

Hi, ladies.

Ew! What are you, like 40?!

Why would you want to talk
to complete strangers anyway?

Okay, I'm just going to
have to up my game here.

What can I do?

Finger puppets
or maybe a furry...

barnyard animal.

I got it!

Ha!

Never fails to please.

Hi, boss.

- This isn't what it looks like.
- Yeah?

Just out of curiosity,
how exactly does this look?

It looks like
we got a dead Marine.

Grab your gear.

And a little self-respect,
DiNozzo.

- You bring your laptop?
- Yeah, why?

Bet I'd last longer than
ten seconds in random chat

with this guy as a backdrop.

Oh, Tony, you really
need to stop.

- Will you stop?
- I'm not stopping.

I stripped the car
myself yesterday.

The trunk was empty.

Do you have
any security cameras?

He's got tons of them.

But they're not hooked up
to anything.

They're, uh, just for show.

What's that for?

Being brave.

And I also heard
it's your birthday.

It is.

Uh, to whom do we have
the misfortune?

Marine Corporal Ray Collins.

Local LEOs
identified him, called us.

Discarded in a junkyard
like a piece of trash.

Did you know that the word
"junk" originally referred

to nautical old rope
of uncertain origin?

- Really?
- Yes.

I did not know that.

Eventually, it included
any discarded item.

That's fascinating.

No, I'll tell you
what's fascinating.

Time of death, Duck?

Uh, Mr. Palmer,
let's get our corporal

to a more suitable work surface.

I'm guessing the killer
dumps the body,

hoping the trash compactor
will eliminate the evidence.

I'm thinking mugging.

Cash and credit cards
are missing.

Well, I might agree with you

if that were
the only thing missing.

Meet Corporal Ray Collins.

No family,

single, and according
to his CO, no friends.

But his fitness eval
is off the charts.

Guessing that's
when he had feet.

He was serving
in southwestern Afghanistan

until he was court-martialed.

Charges?

- Everything.
- Larceny, drug dealing,

assault.

Might not have ended up
doing time,

but he was definitely looking
at a dishonorable discharge.

We were unable to trace
the corporal's movements

prior to his murder.

No credit card use.

Didn't have a cell phone.

No ATM camera walk-bys either.

But look what I found.

Ladies and gentlemen,

meet the Ducati Desmosedici
Double-R.

DMV records indicate that
Collins bought one last month.

Added it to his
Harley collection.

Ray liked motorcycles.

Motorcycles he shouldn't be able
to afford on his base pay.

He was into something.

Unfortunately, with his record,

there are dozens of people
with motive to kill him.

Talk to the guys in his unit.

See if you can find one
that actually did.

Me?

Like right now?

Yes, you. Now.

Well, did the director say
what it's about?

No, he didn't.

Can it wait, like, five minutes?

He wants you here now.
Why five minutes?

Because I had a breakthrough
in the case,

and if Gibbs' Gibbsometer
is working,

then he should be walking
through my door any second.

- All I know is that he wants
you right now... - I gotta go.

Do you know something
I don't know?

Probably not.

Director Vance's office called
and he wants to see me.

- About what?
- I don't know.

That's just the thing.

It's a bad omen, though.

I remember last time
the director wanted to see me...

do you know about
the last time the director

- wanted to see me?
- No.

Okay, there's no sense
in mentioning that again.

Abbs... you said
you had a breakthrough?

About the case.

Right.

Work. Focus.

Okay. So, Ducky found tissue

underneath our victim's
fingernails.

Most likely from the killer.

I ran the DNA. No matches.

Doesn't sound much
like a breakthrough.

Well, it's not.
But it is helpful.

Because all military DNA
is on file.

Just means our killer
wasn't in the military.

That rules out Director Vance.

Abby.

Right. Work.

Okay, I heard that you
were having trouble tracking

Corporal Collins' movements
the night of the murder.

Luckily, I haven't,
because he was wearing this.

It's a state-of-the-art GPS
runner's watch.

It tracks your progress,
suggests routes.

It holds GPS data for 24 hours.

I can give you a blow-by-blow.

So, Corporal Collins,

he went for a jog on base,
and then he went to eat,

he wandered around for a bit.

And then, for some reason,
spent two hours

standing in the middle
of the street.

That's good work.

Get the address
to Tony and Ziva.

Nice job.

What the biohazardous material
is this?

It's all they had.

A mini-POW!?

Ugh!

This is another bad omen.

Gibbs, this does not bode well
for my future.

Abby, I wouldn't worry about it.

Why's that?

Because I got your back.

Always have had.

Always will.

I cried because I had no shoes.

Then I met a man
who had no feet.

An old Persian proverb.

A reminder to appreciate
what we have.

Because we can always have less.

Or how about, uh,

"Don't count your bowling balls
before they hatch, Fred."

Fred?

Uh, Fred Flintstone.

It's a...

an unexpectedly profound series

from the, uh... Agent Gibbs!

So good of you to join us.

To join, uh, Dr. Mallard
in his autopsy that I...

merely assist in.

Yabba-Dabba-Doo!

What do you got, Duck?

A mess.

And a troubling one. Yes.

Dislocations across
his entire skeletal system.

Likely caused
by the car crusher.

That how he died?

No, he bled to death.

Collins was alive
when his feet were cut off?

Alive, but I doubt conscious.

He also has
a mandibular fracture.

That was not caused
by the car crusher.

This particular trauma
is consistent

with a blow to the jaw
with something heavy...

like a wrench
or a piece of pipe.

So, someone knocked him out
and then chopped off his feet.

Sawed them off, actually.

For reasons I shall leave you
to speculate.

You're right, Duck.

Troubling.

Oh, we haven't showed you
the troubling part yet.

Mr. Palmer, would you, uh,
turn his head.

It's some kind of welt.

Uh, to be honest,

aside from being
the sign of the Devil,

I have no idea what it is.

Or how it came to be there.

Thank you, Mr. Secretary,
you're on with Director Vance.

He said I was in trouble,
didn't he?

- Actually...
- I mean, using government

bandwidth to make private
voice-over-IP phone calls...

I know that's against
regulations.

Even if it was for charity.

To help Save the Children

prevent the four million
newborn deaths

every year... four million!
Every year.

You know what?
I make no excuses.

I don't think the director wants
to talk about Save the Children.

Then the infrastructure
database

that I loaned
to Habitat for Humanity?

- Uh-uh.
- Okay, then that can

just stay between us?

He already knows.

Huh.

So what is it?

Remember Alejandro Rivera,

from the Justice Department
in Mexico?

All of him.

He wants you to fly
down to Mexico

to speak at some
law enforcement symposium

- their justice department
is hosting. - Nice!

When do I leave?

I think today.

But the director
doesn't want you going alone.

Says Mexico is too dangerous
these days.

So he's sending an escort.

Oh, God, as long
as it's not McGee.

I mean, he's never any fun
to travel with, anyways,

and lately he's been
acting all squirrelly

ever since Alejandro tried
to undress me with his eyes.

Hi.

The, uh, director
wanted to see me?

Hey.

Is this it?

This is the location
Abby gave us.

Right here.

By the truck?

According to Abby's
coordinates...

...in the truck.

Bet Abby could last longer
than ten seconds

playing random chat.

- You are obsessed.
- You wouldn't understand.

Why is that?

Because being irritating
is second nature to you.

Me, I'm charming.

That's not charming.

That's a bloody table.

Tony...

- Buenos dias, Se?orita.
- Hi.

Hey, Abbs, Abbs. Slow down.

I don't want to miss anything.

Like what, the burrito bar?

Are you going
to be a party pooper

this entire trip, McGee?
Come on.

Se?or.

You know, the last
time I was in Mexico,

Montezuma got his revenge on me
in a very, very big way.

I was sick for a month.

It's called
bottled water, McGee.

Maybe this time
you won't be so cheap.

You saw the text
that Tony sent me.

I mean, look at that.

It's got to be
a serial killer.

As soon as I go out of town,

- you know, they...
- Abby!

Bienvenido, Ms. Sciuto.

Hola.

Ah, so thrilled
you could make it.

I trust your flight
was pleasant?

Oh, it was. Boy, my...

My arms sure are tired.

Not too tired, I hope.

You're going to need them.

Uh, for what?

Uh, we have a stack

of old cold cases
waiting for you,

and a class of eager students

hoping you will share your
forensic expertise with them.

Sounds like
I'm going to be busy.

S?, but not so busy, perhaps,

that you will not
have time for...

Let's just say "busy,"
leave it at that.

Oh, I... I apologize.

Agent McGoo, no?

McGee.

Ah.

Unfortunately,
there is only one room available

at the Justice Department's
guest quarters.

Well, then,
we'll check into a hotel.

Yeah, I do not recommend it.

The entire reason
for this symposium is

the escalating violence
from the local drug wars.

I really must insist
you stay here together,

however distasteful we...
all may find it.

No regard for protocol.

Human remains are
to be processed

in the autopsy garage.

I'm gonna go out on a limb here
and say serial killer.

A limb. Nice.

Can I give you a hand?

These are terrible jokes.

You got time for jokes,
do you, DiNozzo?

That mean you got our killer?

Uh, working on it.
License plate

stolen, uh,
VIN's been scraped off.

No prints.

There are over 1,000

similar registered vehicles
with the Maryland DMV alone.

We'll narrow it down.

Corporal Collins was unconscious

when he was dismembered.

It's safe to assume
that, uh, these were, as well.

Or what's left of them.

And the rest of them?

I don't think that's soap scum.

Most likely sulfuric acid.

It is the only acid
strong enough to dissolve bone.

Collins' body was dumped.

The rest of them weren't.

Why?

Well, I'd have
to perform a psychological

autopsy to answer that question.

But I can tell you one thing.

We have the killer's trophies,

which means, well,
he'll want to kill again.

We need to find out
who he's targeting.

Think I got a lead on that.

Autopsy Gremlin?

Scram.

These look familiar.

Motorcycle gang tattoos.

Same here. Same here.

Our killer's targeting bikers.

Ah.

This is gonna be fun.

I've always wanted
to be a teacher.

Are you going to eat throughout
my entire presentation?

Mm. I read the local yogurt
is amazing for your stomach.

True. Lactobacillus
aids in digestion.

However, that is unpasteurized.

Well, is that bad?

In Mexico?

You might as well just
shoot yourself now.

Oh, here they come.

Hola.

Bienvenidos...

...encantado.

? Como est?s?

Buenos d?as.

Mucho gusto.

My name is Abby Sciuto.

I am a forensic scientist
with the Naval

Criminal Investigative Service.

And this is...

That was Agent McGee,

who just ate
some unpasteurized yogurt,

and he's probably gonna go
make himself throw up.

Any questions?

Okay.

Well, today's lecture is
on the forensics of cold cases.

We will be working
on an actual case

provided by your government.

It's the gangland hit

of a drug trafficker,
almost 20 years old.

Doesn't get much colder
than that.

Any questions?

Yes.

Who told you the
Day of the Dead was in May?

Your name is?

Let me guess. Natalia.

You can read.

I can read.

I can also tell
that you have cats.

Anyone could tell I have a cat.

One orange tabby
and two calicos.

You're allergic to citrus.

You went bowling last night.

You're Vitamin D deficient.

Oh, and you're ovulating.

Any more questions?

Great. Back to the case.

Which, because of
some very shoddy police work,

has almost
no forensic evidence.

So I hope you brought
your walking shoes,

'cause we are going
in the field.

This is the last biker bar
we're hitting today.

I'm starting to smell
like monkey grease.

Somehow I think
you won't mind this one.

Hello, kitty. Meow.

Wow. Want to take this,
or should I?

- 'Cause I kind of got
a feeling that... - Mm.

You know what?
I got it. I got it.

Ladies and gentlemen,

if I could have
your attention, please.

- Hi.
- Whatever.

I'm, uh, Special Agent
Tony DiNozzo.

This is my partner.

We'd like
to ask you some questions.

We're looking for information
about this guy,

Corporal Ray Collins.

He was murdered,
and he's... he's a very...

I've lost my mojo.

It's like random chat,
only in the real world.

Perhaps it needs
a woman's touch, so...

Not unless that
woman's got a warrant.

You got a warrant?

No.

We would like to ask
a few questions.

You know what I would like?

You to leave.

Look, people.

There is a serial killer
on the loose.

He's targeting bikers.

Does that interest you?

Only thing
that interests me is you...

leaving now.

We're leaving now.

Okay.

Sorry about that.

Putting on a little show
for the kiddies, huh?

If I wanted to stay
in business, yeah.

Velvet Road.

Oh. Tony.

Let's keep this quick.

Yes. So any information
on Corporal Collins?

Not much, but I have seen
that guy around.

I don't know
who he runs with, but I know

who he's been sleeping with.

- Who's he been sleeping with?
- Everyone.

He probably slept
with the wrong guy's girl.

Well, he's not the only one
who's dead.

I'm not surprised.

I know some riders so jealous,

you just look
at their girl wrong,

they'll kill you.

You got any names?

I got a whole bunch.

There are many ways by which
a cold case can be solved.

Anyone?

Agent McGee.

Well, uh, new witnesses
can step forward.

Alibis can fall through, or

new information
can come to light.

This new information usually
comes from forensic evidence.

Which we're going to have
to find on our own,

because this case
has virtually none.

What we know is this:

20 years ago,
a traficante de drogos...

a drug dealer named Pedro
Hernandez... he left a cafe,

he got in his vehicle
to go home,

and he was gunned down
at point-blank range

in a gang-style shooting.

His vehicle was abandoned
after the incident,

so that's where
we're gonna start.

Lesson number one.

Beware shoddy police work.

For example,
this fracture pattern.

It tells me

that the bullet that shattered
the glass was traveling

at an unusually high velocity,
which means?

Agent McGee?

Some kind of long-range weapon.

Which also means
this police report is wrong.

He was not shot point-blank.

Are we expecting more students?

I don't think
those are students.

You're trespassing.

This is public property.

We were just leaving.

Actually, no.

You're not.

Line up.

All of you.

It's probably a good time
to start praying, too.

Uh, can we just slow down
here for a second?

Sorry, I have lunch plans.

Would it help you to know that

I am a guest of your government?

- Abby.
- What?

Okay.

Maybe I won't kill you.

Maybe I take you
hostage instead.

See how much you're worth.

My name is Timothy McGee.

I'm a United States
federal agent.

I'm worth a lot to them, okay?

Now, you just let them go,
you can keep me.

You're a brave man,
Timothy McGee.

Do you know who I am?

No.

My name is Paloma Reynosa.

"Reynosa." As in?

Reynosa drug cartel.

At least, that's what
you would call it.

I prefer to think of it
as the family business.

We're screwed.

What's an NCIS agent
doing so far from home?

He's my escort.

I'm teaching a class
on the forensics of cold cases.

And this truck...
it's your classroom?

We're using the murder
of a man named

Pedro Hernandez as a case study.

Old Pedro?

That was a long time ago.

What could you
possibly learn now?

Well, for example,

the police report... it's wrong.

He wasn't shot point-blank.

You are correct.

He was killed by a sniper,
hiding on a ridge,

almost a thousand meters
from here.

How do you know that?

Because the killer left behind
a message on that ridge.

What message?

Perhaps you will have
more use for it than I.

I'll see what I can do.

Love your shoes.

Vamanos!

Thanks.

Jealousy can sure drive people
to do strange things.

As can anything
born of deep-rooted insecurity.

If I chopped the feet off
of every guy

that gave Breena two looks...

I would be up to my ears
in toe cheese.

- What's that?
- Toe cheese.

Oh, right.

I hope you got something for me

more than toe cheese, Duck.

Yes, well, we certainly
have a lot of it.

Times like these,
I regret not having a window.

Although we are saved
from the more insidious odors

by the fact that all these feet
have been salted.

Killer preserving his trophies.

Which explains the mobile
drying rack.

It's a good way
of preventing the odors

from alerting the neighbors.

Makes it more difficult to
determine a time of death.

Difficult but not impossible.

Salt preservation retards

bacterial growth,
but not insect activity.

I was able to work out
a rough timeline.

Uh, this one...

was the first one cut off.

Roughly two months ago.

Good work.

However,
unlike Corporal Collins,

all of these victims
were already dead

before their feet were removed.

Vascular inflammation suggests
that their deaths

were caused by
some kind of poison.

Abby will determine
just what kind.

Serial killers usually
don't change their MO.

Not after so many
successful kills, no.

So, who do you think she was?

Well, I told you already.

Paloma Reynosa... head of
the Reynosa drug cartel.

She took over
after her husband died.

No, I mean who do you think
she was to our cold case victim?

Probably somebody pretty
important, considering

she's been carrying around
that bullet all this time.

Really don't know
much about her.

Got a bad feeling
about this case.

Yeah, I got a bad feeling
about this bed.

You want to flip for the couch?

Come on, McGee.

It's not like we haven't shared
a bed together before.

Well, technically,
that was a coffin.

And I'm just letting you know

that if you and I sleep
in this bed together,

I am a Quasimodo for a week.

Now I know why Ziva
took the couch in Paris.

Tony said that
he took the couch in Paris.

Hmm.

Why do you think la polic?a

didn't investigate
this case further?

Well...

he was a drug dealer.

And crimes like that...
a dime a dozen down here.

Maybe.

Maybe not.

I think I'm developing
my own gut.

Yeah, I was going
to mention to you,

you look like you've
put on a few pounds lately.

Come on. I'm kidding.
I'm kidding.

All right, that was silly.

I'm sorry.

Look, you look great.
I mean,

I actually noticed
that you've really

looked great lately.

Actually.

Um... Where are you going?

I'm going to sleep
on my lab table.

Oh, come on. I said I was sorry.

Oh... and you don't know
how much.

What is that supposed to mean?

You forgot to use bottled water
on your toothbrush.

This is not a room
I want to sleep in tonight.

Hi!

Hey, baby.
I'm the kind of man

that can rock your world.

Come meet the super freak.

I'm like a friendly dolphin.

Oh! Come on!

You're pathetic.

I've tried everything. Really.

No matter what I do,
I can't get past ten seconds.

Well, maybe you should
try something like working.

We are looking for
a serial killer, Tony.

I already earned my pay today.

Really?

What did you find?

No way.

I tell you, you tell Gibbs...
I got nothing.

Look, I'm not gonna steal
your discovery, okay?

I have my own.

Really? What do you got?

No way.

If I tell you, you tell Gibbs.

Gibbs is gonna find out anyway.

Come on. Let's see it.

Uh, well,
our jealous biker theory

was a dead end;
all our names had alibis.

We flashed Collins' picture

at every motorcycle club
in the city.

Got the same
story from everyone.

- People saw him around.
- Yes, he comes and goes.

He never stays at one place
for a long time.

And I think I know why.

Ray Collins,
you're our serial killer.

On a hunch, I, uh,
e-mailed his photo to several

different sulfuric acid
suppliers.

And bingo.

One of them recognized him.

Said that
Corporal Collins bought

a hundred gallons
two months ago.

Circumstantial, Alice.

Well, circum... yeah, but...

Who's gonna have a picture of
the guy driving the foot mo...

...bile.

- You got a picture of the guy
driving the foot mobile? - Yes.

Making an illegal
right turn on red.

I also had a hunch.

- Got a timeline match?
- Yes.

The killings started
just after Corporal Collins

returned from Afghanistan.

That's nice work.

Both of you.

Be even nicer
if you could figure out

who killed Collins.

Oh, my God.

Abby...

Morning.

I just heard
what happened yesterday

and came immediately
to see how you were doing.

Oh, I'm okay.

Oh, I wish you would have

told me your plans,
so I could've said "no."

So do I.

The Reynosa
drug cartel is having

distribution problems
at the moment.

It's very dangerous
to go into their territory.

Though it appears your
expedition provided some fruit.

Maybe.

As far as cold cases go,
this one's frigid.

Oh, looks pretty warm to me.

"Lapua"?

It's a favorite
of snipers, is it not?

I wouldn't draw any conclusions.

It's also popular with
competitive shooters

and, apparently, as jewelry.

Something is bothering you.

Whose idea was it for me
to come down here?

Was it yours or was it
Director Vance's?

Well, your director
simply approved.

Oh, the idea was all mine.

Who assigned me this case?

Well, I don't know exactly.

Uh, someone on my staff.

Why?

How well do you know your staff?

Does this have something
to do with your cold case?

You solved it?

No. Not yet.

But if I'm going to...

I need you to exhume
the body of Pedro Hernandez.

Oh, that could be arranged.

And I need it sent back
to my people in DC.

They're the only ones I trust.

And we certainly wouldn't want
to convict the wrong person.

No, of course not.

The body of a drug dealer
from 20 years ago...

I don't think anyone will mind.

For you, I will make
the arrangements.

Ah!

Hola, McTaco.

How was Mexico? Did you
bring anything back for me?

An exhumed corpse, 20 years old.

Like I wasn't
sick enough already.

Where's Abby?

Uh, she's already
in the lab,

checking the DNA
on your victims.

Since I heard we're not the only
ones with an unsolved case.

We solved the serial killings.

- What?
- Oh, yeah.

You would've loved it.

Marine corporal poisoned
his victims and then

he cut off their feet...
bloody stumps.

Then he would take their bodies
and put them in a vat of acid.

Yeah, and they would become
these viscous, gooey,

molten, fleshy, bowls of...

Of course, we still don't know

who killed our killer.

Well, maybe it's, uh,
it was for revenge.

Maybe it's one of
the victim's family members?

Yeah. It's Gibbs.

Or a copycat killer.

Corporal Collins' body was
mutilated just like his victims.

I'm on my way, Duck.

Not much in Corporal Collins'
background was actually helpful.

Go back over it.

Oh, we already
went over it, boss.

Go back over it.

But we're going
to go over it again.

Wanted to see me, Duck?

I do hope that's not another
victim I haven't heard about.

A victim, yes,
but not our case.

I'm helping Abby
with one of hers.

It's a cold case
from her Mexican symposium.

Ah.

Meet Pedro.

Remarkably well-preserved
for a 20-year-old corpse.

Pedro, huh?

I believe so. Mr. Palmer?

Uh, yep.

Pedro Hernandez.

Apparently,
a sniper gunned him down

outside a small town in Mexico.

The bullet that killed him

ricocheted inside his skull...

inside his skull...
inside his skull...

Abby thinks she might

be able to trace
the bullet, but...

it's pretty old.

Abby, huh?

Yes, however,
l-I didn't call you down here

to discuss ancient history.

I've finished
my psychological profile

of our dead serial killer.

Although, I personally do not
believe he was a serial killer.

Don't get me wrong, Jethro.

I don't doubt
that Corporal Collins

committed those murders,
but he shows

none of the psychopathology

that normally motivates
a serial killer.

Yeah, what motivated him?

I don't know.

And until we know that,
we know nothing.

Aha!

Yeah.

I think I have it.

Ha-ha.

Jethro, if, uh,
you would be so kind?

Mr. Palmer, would you
run this up to Abby?

I got it, Duck. I got it.

Oh, thank you, Jethro.

Gibbs.

Got one more computer
to network to the search.

Hey, boss.
I just want to let you know

I am up to speed on this case.

McGee is helping me run the DNA

from the serial killer's
victims.

I got one more I.D. to make,

and, uh, over here, program
the computer to search for

any similarities
between the victims.

Is that another tissue sample?

No.

Okay, so, um,
I identified the poison

that the serial killer used
to kill his victims.

It's a snake venom-derived
neurotoxin.

It causes the rapid
degeneration of a victim's

synaptic nerves
and then their death.

The snake itself is very rare...
the Asian sand viper.

Found exclusively in southwest
Afghanistan, which was...

That's where Collins
was stationed.

And with the amounts
that he would've needed...

easily could've gotten
past military customs.

We got a ding.

Pardon me.

Okay.

All victims were members
of a motorcycle gang. Knew that.

All have various
criminal records. Figured that.

Oh, no, there is one,
and only one, crime

that they all have in common.

Our serial killer's
targeting drug dealers.

Yeah, well, the problem is

Ducky doesn't think
Collins was a serial killer.

He's cutting off
people's feet.

Who does that other
than serial killers?

I know who.

Drug cartels.

Well, by definition,
wouldn't they be selling

drugs and not feet?

Well, they do.
That's what all the recent

controlling distribution.

Yeah... killing off
your competition.

Exactly.

I mean, the cartels hire
freelancers to do their hits.

The way that the hit men
prove how many they've killed

is with the severed feet
of their victims.

Corporal Collins
is not killing for fun.

No, he was killing for hire.

Then who killed him?

That's easy.

Whose drug dealers
was he taking out?

Gonna have to send you

on field trips
more often, probie.

Though I am glad you're back.

Thanks, Tony.

It's nice to have someone
to talk to

for more than
ten seconds at a time.

Yeah, um... about that.

All right,
I programmed your browser

to auto-next you out of
video chats every ten seconds.

That wasn't nice.

Why would you do
something like that?

I don't know. Why would you

create a fake online profile
last year and make me

fall in love with a girl
that doesn't exist?

Can I get back to you on that?

You gonna tell me why I'm here?

I got ten dead bodies,
all with one thing in common.

Oh, yeah? What's that?

You.

Sit down.

According to the DEA,
they sold drugs for you.

Allegedly.

At least until Corporal Collins
started killing them.

And that's why you killed him.

Doesn't look familiar.

How about that?
That look familiar?

Very nice ring you're wearing.

Any chance that there's still

some of Collins' DNA in that?

Because I know
we've got some of yours

from underneath his fingernails.

You got this wrong.

Collins tried to kill me.

Tried to poison me with
some kind of snake venom.

You don't look poisoned.

'Cause I'm immune.

These aren't just for show.

I own two pythons and a cobra.

I've been bit more times
than I can count.

Two nights ago,
I come home, have a drink.

And the next thing I knew,
I wake up in some truck.

Collins was there.

Clocked him pretty good
with a pipe.

Didn't mean to kill him.
It was an accident.

Was cutting off his feet
an accident, too?

He was killing my dealers.

I had motive to take him out.
Who'd believe that

it was self-defense?
I just tried to make it

look like he was another
serial killer victim.

Who hired him
to take out your dealers?

I don't know.
They weren't local.

Who hired him?!

I think it was
the Reynosa cartel.

They're everywhere now.

Hi, Gibbs.

Hey, Abbs.

Can I come in?

Yeah. You're already in.

Right.

Okay.

It was nice talking to you.

Abbs...

Why are you here?

You know why I'm here.

I matched the bullet
in Pedro Hernandez' head

to your sniper rifle.

You killed him.

In cold blood.

I mean, I know
what he did, Gibbs.

He... He killed your wife
and your daughter.

But, Gibbs...

I know.

Gibbs doesn't
do things like that.

Or-Or-Or does he?

Now I don't know.

I don't know anything.

The only thing that I do know

is that I didn't
find this out by accident.

Rule 40.

"If it seems like someone
is out to get you, they are."

Just...

You have no idea how much
I wish it was yesterday.

I mean, maybe if I could
just close my eyes

and open them again,
it will be.

Do you realize the situation
that I'm in now?

- Yeah, I know.
- I mean, do you understand

- the choice that I have
to make now? - I know.

Stop saying "I know."

What do you want me to say?

Tell me that I'm wrong.

Tell me that I made a mistake
with the ballistics or...

No.

No, I can't say that.

Then...

tell me how much I've been
like a daughter to you...

and how much you love me.

Will that help?

No.

What I really need
to know, Gibbs...

...is if you're
going to love me,

no matter what.