NCIS (2003–…): Season 8, Episode 11 - Ships in the Night - full transcript
A Marine first lieutenant dies of gunfire during a dinner cruise; Abigail Borin, of the CGIS, also is a guest during the same event; she, Gibbs, and the gang investigate together. They find and fit the pieces, and they nab the bad people.
Getting late, huh?
If this goes any further, we're going
to have to go back to your place.
At least, when my mom passes,
I inherit the house.
Good to know.
Becky told me
that you don't say much.
Don't worry.
That's a quality I value in a woman.
Would you excuse me?
I'm gonna freshen up.
Sure.
I'll be right here.
- Again.
- You got it.
Rough night?
Blind date.
On a boat.
Nowhere to go.
Overboard.
Should I call the coast guard?
No need.
I am the coast guard.
CGIS Special Agent Abigail Borin.
First Lieutenant Jeremy Nolan.
Agent Borin,
if your date continues to get worse,
will I see you back here?
Safe bet.
Good.
There you are.
Thought I lost ya.
No chance of that.
What was that?!
Get down!
NCIS Season 8 Episode 11
Ships in the Night 1.0 LOL
Synchro: Gaillots & Blackou.
Rereading: Magic Turtle.
2:00 a.m. on a Friday night.
In a parallel universe,
the DiNozzo that didn't become a cop
is walking out of a bar
with a beautiful lady
he doesn't know the name of...
Yet.
- How romantic.
- As romantic as your...
Cuban Casanova?
He's not Cuban.
Must be tough.
Make time for each other.
You're stuck here,
finishing case reports,
and he's frolicking
in the Miami sun.
He travels...
a lot.
Which is why I'm using comp time
to take three days off
next week to go see him.
You can't do that.
Why not? We're adults.
No, not that.
You can't use comp time for days off.
According to the OPM
guidelines, I can.
How long have you been
a senior field agent?
I just never thought there was
anything very useful in those things.
"Even though NCIS employees
are salaried,
"any scheduled overtime hours
"must be compensated monetarily
or with...
"time off."
I was actually told that they prefer us
to take the time off.
No one told me!
- They just send me the money.
- Then what are you complaining about?
I don't need more money.
I need more time.
Just think of all
the women I could've dated.
I would rather not.
Respectfully dated.
But it's never too late.
What are you doing?!
Tallying up my overtime.
You got more coming, Skippy.
Grab your gear.
Got another all-nighter?
You can sleep when you're dead.
I need this area kept clear
of passengers,
even if they claim to be my date.
- Agent Gibbs.
- Agent Borin.
We gotta stop meeting like this.
You mean when NCIS takes
over one of my cases.
My call was a courtesy,
not an invitation.
Body trumps boat.
That's a nice dress.
Are you cold?
Tried to give him CPR.
And no.
The gift shop was
all out of pantsuits.
Unless you'd rather just go home.
And let you have all the fun?
Don't think you're getting
rid of me that easily, Gibbs.
I didn't.
Not only was I on the boat
at the time of the murder,
I was the last person to see the victim
alive, so I'm here for the long haul.
Glad to have you onboard.
Our victim is Marine Lieutenant
Jeremy Nolan.
He was having dinner
with his sister and uncle.
Metro PD's got them up on the deck,
along with the rest of the passengers.
You got a murder weapon?
It's likely
at the bottom of the river.
But none of the passengers
have been allowed to disembark.
Which means that our killer
could still be onboard.
Navy looks good on you, Borin.
Ladies and gentlemen, excuse me.
If I could have your attention.
Thank you.
I know it's been a long night.
Consider it your murder mystery
dinner theater on the Potomac.
It was dinner.
Now it's breakfast.
Looks like Colonel Mustard
was killed on the deck
with a lead pipe,
maybe lead bullets, and...
"only by interrogating
"each and every one
of you individually...
"can we hope to see the light."
It's Albert Finney,
doing Hercule Poirot...
1974's Murder on the Orient Express.
The murderer very well
could be with us now, so, excuse me...
can I please have you
all take your seats,
we will get to you one by one.
Thank you.
Jeremy just got back
from Afghanistan.
This was meant to be
a celebration to welcome him home.
Kimberly and I are
Jeremy's only family.
You're Lieutenant Nolan's uncle.
Yes. Wayne Grossman.
We already told
all this to Metro Police.
It's just Jeremy survived 18 months
overseas, only to be gunned down
four days after he came home.
Kimberly, were you with
your brother the entire night?
Until he went to get
a drink from the bar.
The paparazzi already
know about Jeremy.
They're outside the marina now.
Paparazzi?!
For a Marine lieutenant?
And me.
You didn't recognize our last name?
You're the Kimberly Nolan.
The Kimberly Nolan.
Looks like he tried to crawl
out of the line of fire.
It's too little, too late.
Damage was already done.
He seemed like a nice guy.
Guess it's true what they say...
- all the good ones are taken.
- Or dead.
That's what I meant,
you know... taken.
He's not really my type, anyway.
What, rich and famous?
That never hurts.
Why?
Because the lieutenant was both.
Jeremy Nolan is the only son
of the late Jack Nolan.
Didn't know he was
one of those Nolans.
The family's worth millions.
And yet, our victim walked away from
the family business to become a Marine.
Guess he was one of the good ones.
McGee. You awake?
I'm sorry. Yes.
Never quite get used
to these extra hours.
I don't know how you
and Agent Borin stay so...
Peppy?
No.
It's just that...
- you two have a lot in common.
- Like what?
Coffee?
- Did you bring cream and sugar?
- No.
Stopped off at the office.
Got some info on our dead Marine.
Now, Boss,
victim is Lieutenant Jeremy Nolan.
He was commissioned three years ago.
Nolan was being groomed
to take over the family business.
Kid chose the battlefield
over the boardroom.
It's a choice
his father took personally.
Apparently,
the two never spoke again.
His father cut him out of
the will and his family fortune.
Hell of a way to thank him
for serving his country.
Jack Nolan died six months ago,
from a heart attack.
He started the company
in his backyard.
Now Nolan Radar Systems is one of the
country's biggest aviation suppliers,
which makes them a very wealthy,
very well-known family.
Yeah, then the sister went viral.
What'd she have?
Not "sick" viral, Internet viral.
Leaked sex tape
spread across the Internet.
- Do you want to see it?
- No.
- Enemies?
- None.
Nolan outworked every lieutenant
in his battalion,
guy stacked up citations
like it was cordwood.
Probably trying to prove
that he deserved to be there.
Somebody wanted him dead.
Dinner boat.
Yes, boss.
Ran backgrounds on
all of the passengers.
No connections
to our victim or this family.
Nice work, McGee.
Tony and Ziva are interviewing
the last of them now.
It's Steve.
Steve Mehlman.
She hasn't mentioned me?
- We were really hitting it off.
- You and Agent Borin?
Yeah.
Is it all right
if I hit the head now?
Agent Borin's a lucky lady.
Don't worry, Ziva,
you'll find your Mehlman.
If you do, run.
I've been avoiding
him since last night.
Anything from the interviews?
There was no sign of the murder weapon
anywhere onboard,
and no positive GSR tests.
So our shooter wore gloves
and changed clothes.
- Witnesses?
- No one saw what happened on deck.
- Any good news?
- Yeah.
A couple remembers seeing a man
in a Marine uniform get into an argument
with a member
of the boat's waitstaff.
And that happened about
10 minutes before the gunshots.
Just before I met Nolan at the bar.
We're on our way to I.D. the crewmember,
using the couple's description.
In the meantime,
what about the other passengers?
Long as you know where to find them,
let them go.
Finally...
Want me to drive you home?
Celebrities have always existed...
from promiscuous monarchs
to Roman gladiators.
In fact, when the Olympians
returned home victorious,
they used to take out
a section of the city walls,
so that the athletes
wouldn't have to...
pass through the same gate
as mere mortals.
These days, however,
fame is more easily obtained.
Anyone with enough money
and a lack of self-respect
can become famous just
by being famous.
We've gone from Socrates to Snooki.
You know, I can understand
you wanting to distance yourself
from such a frivolous lifestyle.
Marines are as far as it gets, Duck.
Bullets?
Both are nine-millimeters.
And judging by these trajectories, both
were fired from an unusually low angle.
The shooter must have positioned
himself below his victim.
Possibly crouched.
Lying in wait.
Lack of gunshot residue
on his skin or clothing indicates
that the shots were fired
from at least 20 feet away.
No exit wounds?
Which suggests low-powder,
low-velocity rounds were used.
Which makes putting two in
his chest at that distance quite a feat.
I'm impressed.
- Military training.
- Perhaps.
Did you know that apart from being one
of the greatest marksmen in history,
Herb Parsons was also
a champion duck-caller.
No.
I didn't know that, Duck,
'cause I don't know who that is.
But if you get anything else...
Duck, call.
What the hell am I doing here?
I told you I didn't kill anyone.
You are a waiter on the boat, Doug.
We got witnesses saying that...
you guys almost came to blows.
You take away his plate prematurely?
Maybe he was planning
on finishing that salmon p?t?.
Don't talk down to me, man.
An ex-Marine should be used to that.
No such thing as an ex-Marine.
I beg to differ, Doug.
'Cause you got served
the big chicken dinner, didn't ya?
Bad-conduct discharge.
That's not good.
What did you do?
Striking a superior officer?
That's a numbskull move, Doug.
What was he like?
I bet he talked down to you a lot.
Doesn't mean I killed anyone.
I guess not.
But you do own a nine-millimeter,
don't ya?
And you got a bad temper.
Nine-millimeter... that's the same
caliber as the murder weapon.
Marines who actually complete
a tour of duty, Doug,
they get awfully thirsty...
the desert and stuff.
What happened, did you forget to
refill Lieutenant Nolan's water glass?
Stop talking to me like that!
Stop lying to me like that.
So I recognized
the rich son of a bitch,
and I called him out on being
a glory hound. That a crime?
He gave up a pretty cushy life to go
and join the Marines, you know that?
We all give something up.
Thousands of Marines deploy every year
and put their lives on the line.
The hell makes him any different?
So you killed Lieutenant Nolan
to prove what?
I told him his joining up
was a stunt.
But I walked away.
Out on deck.
I was on the opposite
side of the boat.
I heard shots...
but I didn't see anything.
Say, you don't mind if I run ballistics
on your nine-millimeter, do you?
- I didn't kill Nolan!
- Somebody on the boat did.
You're our prime suspect.
Congratulations, Doug!
I hope he left you a big tip.
Agent Abby! Welcome back.
Here... my condolences.
Sympathy card.
My condolences
on the loss of Sonny Lee,
the mascot for the Coast Guard
station at Norfolk?
The cocker spaniel
that died two weeks ago?
Right.
Thanks.
How did you even hear about that?
I'm on an e-mail list
for military service animals.
Gibbs, did you know that the Coast Guard
has a long tradition of having
an animal mascot
on the ship with them?
And the mascots are so beloved
that they're enlisted.
They have their own service and medical
records, sometimes even their own bunk.
It's cool, huh?
How come NCIS doesn't have a mascot?
We do, Ab.
You.
So...
I have been trying to recreate
the shooting on the boat deck.
Using the information from Ducky,
I built a 3-D model of our victim,
with corresponding bullet trajectories.
And?
It makes no sense.
I can't figure out where
the shooter was standing.
The angle of the bullets is too severe
to allow the shots to come
from more than 20 feet away.
There wasn't enough
room on the boat deck.
Right.
No matter how I line this up,
there's no place on that boat that
can explain the angle and the distance
of the bullets' trajectory.
Killer wasn't on the boat.
But using this trajectory,
the shots would've had to come
from the water itself.
The surface of the water.
Our shooter wasn't
on the dinner boat.
He was on a second boat.
You need something, Agent Borin?
Coffee? Nutter Butter?
Aspirin?
There's only one thing
giving me a headache, McGee.
And I deserve it.
What's that?
The fact that I can't remember
seeing a second boat last night.
I'm a trained CGIS investigator.
You were attending
to a dying Marine.
"Never make excuses"
is rule number one.
You should write that down.
I would, but rule number one's
already been taken. Twice.
So who are these people?
Friends?
I don't think he has any friends.
Maybe Mike Franks or Fornell, but...
Butt out, McGee.
Butt off my desk, Borin.
Talked to the captain
of the dinner boat.
He doesn't remember seeing
any other craft
in the area at the time
of the shooting.
So, if our shooter was
on a second boat,
how would they know
that Nolan was going to be
on deck at that exact time?
The wrong place at the wrong time?
You think maybe Nolan
wasn't the target?
Let's find
the other boat and find out.
Got something here.
Not about our mystery boat,
but about our victim.
Lieutenant Jeremy Nolan just showed up
in the Metro Police system
on an assault charge.
- Who assaulted him?
- No one.
The charge was against Jeremy Nolan.
It was filed three days ago.
So, just after he got
back from Afghanistan.
According to the report,
charges were dropped the next day.
- That's fast.
- Who was the attorney?
The uncle... Wayne Grossman,
lead counsel for Nolan Radar Systems.
I guess our Marine
hadn't completed severed all ties
with his family business
or their influence.
Send Tony. Send Ziva.
Wonder how the private sector's
benefit package compares to ours?
Can we discuss
your package another time, Tony?
Mr. Adams.
Special Agents DiNozzo, David, NCIS.
Please, sit down.
Pretty fancy.
- Looks like business is booming.
- It is.
It's hard to believe
a company this big is...
still owned and operated
by the Nolan family.
So, you're not a part of the family?
No, but... you might say adopted.
I started out in
the warehouse when I was 15.
Mr. Nolan sort of took
me under his wing.
- And now you're the president?
- CFO.
I run the business
side for the family.
Kimberly, Jeremy's sister,
is on the board, but it's...
more of a ceremonial position.
And Jeremy?
Jeremy wanted to serve his country.
Joined the Marines a few years ago.
Good kid... I'd do anything for him.
Including dealing with
his assault charge?
No. That would be my purview.
Hello, Mr. Grossman.
Sorry I'm late.
So what happened?
While Jeremy was in Afghanistan,
a Devin Lodge started dating Kimberly.
Lodge is a spoiled little punk.
Devin Lodge and Jeremy
attended Princeton together.
They never liked each other very much.
Not even back then.
- Why is that?
- Because the guy's a bully
and Jeremy's
the only one who ever s...
Lodge slapped Kimberly around.
Tabloid published some photos.
When Jeremy got home last week...
Jeremy had a little...
chat with Devin.
A chat?
He threw a single punch.
The charges have been dropped.
Do you think Lodge
retaliated by killing Jeremy?
You'd have
to talk to him about that.
Agent Borin and I are going through
all the photos that were taken with
the confiscated cameras
from the dinner boat cruise.
People take a lot of
pictures of their food.
Hoping to catch something on film.
And we did.
There was an engagement party
right next to a row of windows.
Since everybody's got
a camera-phone now,
we got a photo taken right
before Nolan was shot.
We can see out the window.
Yep.
That's how we found
our mystery boat.
Or part of it.
Enough to identify
the make and model.
She didn't even have
to use a computer, Gibbs.
It was the fishing tower
of a 20-foot TidalNav...
- a very fast sports fishing boat.
- And popular.
I already have my office pulling all
TidalNav registrations in the DC area.
Abs-es...
that is good work.
Hold on.
How did you two get in here?
We used these.
We're looking for Devin Lodge.
And don't say he's not here,
or we'll have to card everybody.
Back table. By the restroom.
Thank you, sir.
- I don't want to talk about it.
- I do, okay?
Let go of me!
It hurts!
Stop being a bitch.
Stop.
That is not a nice word.
Who the hell are you?
Kimberly,
want someone to help you out of here?
No, thank you. I'm fine.
Ladies, could you give us a second?
I need a moment alone.
With you.
Do you have any idea who I am?
That is a penetrating
philosophical question, Devin.
Didn't take you for a thinker.
Yeah, well,
is that your job here... the Thinker?
Do you own a boat like this one?
Like that?
But a fabulously wealthy
guy like you could get
his hands on pretty much
anything, right?
Where were you last night at 12:30?
Wait.
Is this about Jeremy's murder?
Hey, come on.
He did punch that pretty
little puss of yours.
Yeah,
the jarhead had a bad temper, all right?
Heard the same thing about you.
I guess you heard
that we hated each other.
And that he hated the fact
that I was dating his sister even more.
I didn't kill the guy, all right?
So why don't you two leave, before I get
my very expensive lawyers involved?
You get anyone you want involved.
I'm going to ask you one more time:
Where were you last night at 12:30?
Buddy, I'm Devin Lodge.
You want an alibi for last night?
Do your jobs.
Go outside, find out from one of
the camera monkeys where I was.
They follow me 24/7.
Coast Guard sent over
all the registrations
for the TidalNav boats in the area,
- all 394 of them.
- Start running 'em, Tim.
Checking into the paparazzi, Boss.
For being everywhere, they're
surprisingly difficult to track down.
Kind of like termites or roaches.
Find one with film on Devin Lodge.
I found something!
- You okay?
- Yeah.
Blood.
- Are you bleeding?
- No.
There's a blood anomaly
from the crime scene. Blood results.
On the left, this is from our victim,
Lieutenant Nolan.
And the second one? No idea.
Turns out the swab used
at the crime scene,
it mixed two blood samples,
contaminating them.
I didn't know, at first,
until I started getting too many
restrictive fragment
length polymorphisms...
English, Abs.
There was a second person wounded
on the deck when Nolan was shot.
- A second victim?
- Maybe.
How long until you I.D. the second?
It's tricky.
The traces were small,
and the blood samples were commingled.
- Go, get started.
- I knew you were gonna say that.
Where?
Thanks.
Coast Guard patrol boat just pulled
another body out of the Potomac.
I hope it's the body
we're looking for.
Swabbing for gunshot residue,
Dr. Mallard?
And the other Abby
will let me have the result.
How long do you think
he was in the water?
It's difficult to determine.
The tarp in which he was wrapped
was nearly watertight.
The water was about 40 degrees.
He was basically refrigerated.
But if I had to approximate, I'd say
this man was killed shortly after
our lieutenant was shot
on the dinner boat.
Cause of death?
The bullet that I took from
his brain is a good candidate.
That looks like a .22.
Bullet, back of the head,
close range.
Execution.
After he was shot, the killer wrapped
his body in a plastic tarp
and then weighed it down
with barbell plates.
It didn't sink.
Yeah, the wrapping was
nicely done, but the bow slipped.
Body popped up, drifted downstream
before it was fished out.
You got anything else, Duck?
When I was removing his clothing,
I found these in one of his pockets.
Nine mills.
I believe the expression
is "policing one's brass".
That's the same caliber used
to kill Lieutenant Nolan.
But tarp man here
was shot with a .22.
You thinking what I'm thinking?
I think tarp man was a pro,
hired to kill Nolan,
and that he got
a bullet instead of a bonus.
That's crazy.
Did you catch that in your sleep?
Do you use sonar?
That is why it's called a "bat nap".
See?
Completely refreshed.
I wish I could say the same.
Cheer up, McDrowsy.
Think of all the sweet
overtime we're accruing.
At this rate,
we might get to retire early.
I can arrange that, DiNozzo.
Got an I.D. on the floater, Boss.
Kyle Dansby, 34,
hails from Wheeling, West Virginia.
Dansby has
a rap sheet dating back to 2000,
assault and battery,
and the FBI has investigated him twice
for possible murder-for-hire jobs.
He was their prime suspect.
I guess they don't have
to worry about that now.
Potomac. Body.
Based on where Dansby's body
was found,
we should be able to...
Trace it
back to where he was dumped.
I got this one, McGee.
A patrol boat
recovered Dansby's body here...
The inlet at Potomac
River Waterfront Park.
The river runs towards the Chesapeake
at a rate of two miles an hour,
would have hit
incoming tidal flow...
McGee, can you zoom in, please?
Now, the body would have stayed
along the bank,
means it had
to have been dumped here...
National Harbor.
McGee, you're up.
Cross-referencing National Harbor
with our list of TidalNavs.
We have three in that vicinity.
You're not gonna believe
who one of them's registered to.
Make me believe, McGee.
It's a holding company
which is owned by Devin Lodge's family.
Go back there. Get him.
According to his latest Twitter update,
he is "still crunk at da club".
May be code for something.
Hedonism.
Knock, knock.
Really?
Are we gonna have a problem?
Looks like it, Gossip Guy.
You look cute, doll.
The paparazzi's gonna love this.
How do I look, Ziva?
Ask your dumb questions...
while you two still have a job.
We can't ask you any questions
until you sober up.
I'm waiving my rights.
Ask me anything you want.
I got nothing to hide,
but I would...
love to see what you are hiding
under that jacket, princess.
What is this, like,
reverse Darwinism?
You rich guys,
'cause you don't have to hunt or gather,
your brain atrophies?
Out of my way, jackass.
You're blocking my view.
Excuse me.
What are you doing next week?
Testifying
at your preliminary hearing.
That doesn't sound fun.
True or false:
you hired this guy to kill Nolan
and then you shot him
so that, he couldn't talk.
Gross. False.
Come on, you guys can't be serious.
We didn't find anyone
to confirm your alibi.
In fact...
you seem to have slipped
under the paparazzi's radar
for four hours
during the night of the murder.
Where'd you go?
Me? I, you know, I don't know.
I don't remember.
Got a bit of a problem.
There's a reason we couldn't find
paparazzi footage of Devin Lodge
from the night of the murder.
It's because the one guy
that had it just sold it for $50,000
to ZMZ Celebrity News.
She looks familiar.
That's 'cause she's Senator Baxley's
17-year-old daughter.
What does this prove?
The paparazzi guy
that took this footage followed Lodge,
then waited for them outside...
for four hours.
He's got an alibi for both murders.
I thought you just said I had an alibi.
Why are you arresting me?
For having sex with a minor.
She told me she was 18?
That's what Fatty Arbuckle said.
- Anytime.
- No time like now. What do we got?
Time-stamp
on Devin Lodge's paparazzi footage
is too legit to quit, boss.
He did not shoot our dead hit man.
And we checked his phone,
text and banking records...
doesn't look like he hired
Dansby either.
It is unfortunate, but...
we got nada.
Somebody get something!
- I got something.
- My guys never do that.
Get yourself some new guys.
Probate closed at midnight
on Jack Nolan's estate.
Guess who just became
the world's wealthiest Marine.
Posthumously.
Lieutenant Jeremy Nolan.
According to court records, the father
changed his will prior to his death.
Guess Dad had a change of heart.
So now a dead guy
owns the entire company.
Not exactly.
According to filings
with the Registry of Commerce,
Jeremy Nolan was about
to convert the company
from a private corporation
into a charitable foundation.
Wonder who stood to lose
if that happened.
Is this a record?
We don't talk about the record.
It got ugly.
Here we go.
Nolan Radar Systems' in-house counsel,
Wayne Grossman.
Guess who he once defended?
Anyone? Anyone?
Hit the key.
Drum roll.
Family lawyer defended our hit man?
When he was just out of law school,
and Dansby had just started
getting into trouble.
- That's thin.
- I agree.
But as his former lawyer,
Grossman would have intimate knowledge
about Dansby.
And who better to call if you want
someone whacked, than a whacker?
- Circumstantial.
- What else you got, Ab?
I have a print
lifted off the boat Tarp Man
used to shoot Nolan.
You can put Adams on the exact boat
that was used for the murder?
Him and a slew of other friends
and business associates.
- Adams had been on that boat before?
- Many times.
Those rich families...
they all socialize together.
- So Adams' prints on the boat means...
- Absolutely nothing.
But wait. There's more.
And by more, I mean less.
Lieutenant Nolan's sister,
Kimberly...
She's out of a $300,000-a-year job
as a board member.
You're right.
That's nothing.
What about the blood?
I'm running
the last possible test I can
to get a pure result,
but Gibbs, if the blood is compromised,
I won't get a reliable I.D.
from the sample.
With no evidence,
we're gonna need a confession.
- The killer's not gonna confess.
- No.
So, what are we gonna do?
We're gonna break rule number one.
- Never make excuses?
- Never put suspects together.
You think you can get your hands
on a key to a TidalNav,
Agent Borin?
I do.
It's very late, Agent Gibbs.
I hope this has something to do
with catching Jeremy's killer.
Yeah. Me, too.
- What is that?
- I'm glad you asked, Mr. Adams.
You should take a look.
Pick it up.
It's a key.
To the boat that Dansby used
to kill Lieutenant Nolan.
Fingerprint belongs to you,
blood belongs to Dansby.
That's impossible.
I didn't kill him.
Key says you did.
Where did you find it?
Where did you leave it?
Don't say another word.
Give me the key.
I'm legal counsel for these people.
You talk to me.
You don't talk to them.
Let's start with how you knew Dansby
before Jeremy's murder.
How much did he charge you
to kill Lieutenant Nolan?
This is absurd. We're leaving.
Not yet.
How about you, Kimberly?
You're being very quiet over there.
And we just accused these two men
of killing your brother.
You have anything...
you want to say?
Want to have a look?
Aren't you warm?
- I'm fine.
- Really?
That fire makes this room all toasty,
and you still got your fur coat on.
I said I'm fine.
Pick it up.
- Why?
- All right, that's Enough.
What's the matter, Kimberly?
You afraid of a little water?
I just lost my brother.
His killer is out there.
You're right.
I said, stop!
You're lucky
the bullet only nicked you.
Do something.
Jeremy was standing right next to you
when he was shot.
You saw the bullet
tear into his body.
Must have been hard
to watch your brother die.
I didn't want to do it.
They threatened me.
If I didn't get Jeremy out
onto the deck, they were gonna kill me.
Liar.
She's lying.
It was all her idea.
But he's the one
who arranged the hit man.
You put a bullet in Dansby's head.
- Prove it.
- Family.
Fine.
I can't believe this.
We can't let him get away with it.
I don't care if we have to kill him.
- He's giving it all away!
- I agree, but...
We'll have to do it
before he converts the company.
You really think I was dumb enough
not to record every conversation
we had in this room?
I want to talk
to the prosecutor right now.
Go ahead.
Cut your deal.
You know I'm the only one
in Jeremy's will.
You're under arrest, all of you.
Get up.
What's wrong?
It's 8:00 in the morning, boss.
Yeah, man.
Starting time.
Boss, we haven't been to sleep yet.
Hell, go home.
Sleep... it's way, way overrated.
Don't you think, Gibbs?
I think you're right.
Slow down, Omagi.
Where?
Call Choi,
and tell her to prep the lab.
I'll meet you there in 30.
Dead body on a yacht in Baltimore.
So, same time next year, Gibbs?
We'll see.
Can I help you?
I'm looking for the person in charge
of Lt Nolan's murder investigation.
That'd be me...
Might want to know about this.
Could be pertinent to your case.
Jeremy Nolan's will?
Revised will.
He had me redraft it while we were
serving together over in Kandahar.
You're a lawyer?
Still have a successful firm
in Chicago, sir.
That doesn't mean I can't still serve
my country as a reservist.
No, it doesn't.
Jeremy and I had a lot in common.
Got to be good friends.
A good man.
Good Marine.
He took his sister out of the will?
And he had me draw up articles
of corporate conversion
turning the company
into a nonprofit foundation.
Left everything to charity?
I heard about what happened,
I thought it might be...
motive?
Hope you catch his killer.
We did get him.
Captain's sacrifice inspire you
to give up your comp time, Tony?
I just realized I have three weeks
of comp time coming to me.
I can't take that much time off.
Why not?
Because someone else would get
temporarily assigned to my desk.
Afraid your replacement
will outshine you?
But, you know,
Bledsoe goes down,
and all of a sudden,
there's Tom Brady,
and he's got Gisele B?ndchen.
DiNozzo, the game's never over.
Go on.
All of you.
Get out of here.
If this goes any further, we're going
to have to go back to your place.
At least, when my mom passes,
I inherit the house.
Good to know.
Becky told me
that you don't say much.
Don't worry.
That's a quality I value in a woman.
Would you excuse me?
I'm gonna freshen up.
Sure.
I'll be right here.
- Again.
- You got it.
Rough night?
Blind date.
On a boat.
Nowhere to go.
Overboard.
Should I call the coast guard?
No need.
I am the coast guard.
CGIS Special Agent Abigail Borin.
First Lieutenant Jeremy Nolan.
Agent Borin,
if your date continues to get worse,
will I see you back here?
Safe bet.
Good.
There you are.
Thought I lost ya.
No chance of that.
What was that?!
Get down!
NCIS Season 8 Episode 11
Ships in the Night 1.0 LOL
Synchro: Gaillots & Blackou.
Rereading: Magic Turtle.
2:00 a.m. on a Friday night.
In a parallel universe,
the DiNozzo that didn't become a cop
is walking out of a bar
with a beautiful lady
he doesn't know the name of...
Yet.
- How romantic.
- As romantic as your...
Cuban Casanova?
He's not Cuban.
Must be tough.
Make time for each other.
You're stuck here,
finishing case reports,
and he's frolicking
in the Miami sun.
He travels...
a lot.
Which is why I'm using comp time
to take three days off
next week to go see him.
You can't do that.
Why not? We're adults.
No, not that.
You can't use comp time for days off.
According to the OPM
guidelines, I can.
How long have you been
a senior field agent?
I just never thought there was
anything very useful in those things.
"Even though NCIS employees
are salaried,
"any scheduled overtime hours
"must be compensated monetarily
or with...
"time off."
I was actually told that they prefer us
to take the time off.
No one told me!
- They just send me the money.
- Then what are you complaining about?
I don't need more money.
I need more time.
Just think of all
the women I could've dated.
I would rather not.
Respectfully dated.
But it's never too late.
What are you doing?!
Tallying up my overtime.
You got more coming, Skippy.
Grab your gear.
Got another all-nighter?
You can sleep when you're dead.
I need this area kept clear
of passengers,
even if they claim to be my date.
- Agent Gibbs.
- Agent Borin.
We gotta stop meeting like this.
You mean when NCIS takes
over one of my cases.
My call was a courtesy,
not an invitation.
Body trumps boat.
That's a nice dress.
Are you cold?
Tried to give him CPR.
And no.
The gift shop was
all out of pantsuits.
Unless you'd rather just go home.
And let you have all the fun?
Don't think you're getting
rid of me that easily, Gibbs.
I didn't.
Not only was I on the boat
at the time of the murder,
I was the last person to see the victim
alive, so I'm here for the long haul.
Glad to have you onboard.
Our victim is Marine Lieutenant
Jeremy Nolan.
He was having dinner
with his sister and uncle.
Metro PD's got them up on the deck,
along with the rest of the passengers.
You got a murder weapon?
It's likely
at the bottom of the river.
But none of the passengers
have been allowed to disembark.
Which means that our killer
could still be onboard.
Navy looks good on you, Borin.
Ladies and gentlemen, excuse me.
If I could have your attention.
Thank you.
I know it's been a long night.
Consider it your murder mystery
dinner theater on the Potomac.
It was dinner.
Now it's breakfast.
Looks like Colonel Mustard
was killed on the deck
with a lead pipe,
maybe lead bullets, and...
"only by interrogating
"each and every one
of you individually...
"can we hope to see the light."
It's Albert Finney,
doing Hercule Poirot...
1974's Murder on the Orient Express.
The murderer very well
could be with us now, so, excuse me...
can I please have you
all take your seats,
we will get to you one by one.
Thank you.
Jeremy just got back
from Afghanistan.
This was meant to be
a celebration to welcome him home.
Kimberly and I are
Jeremy's only family.
You're Lieutenant Nolan's uncle.
Yes. Wayne Grossman.
We already told
all this to Metro Police.
It's just Jeremy survived 18 months
overseas, only to be gunned down
four days after he came home.
Kimberly, were you with
your brother the entire night?
Until he went to get
a drink from the bar.
The paparazzi already
know about Jeremy.
They're outside the marina now.
Paparazzi?!
For a Marine lieutenant?
And me.
You didn't recognize our last name?
You're the Kimberly Nolan.
The Kimberly Nolan.
Looks like he tried to crawl
out of the line of fire.
It's too little, too late.
Damage was already done.
He seemed like a nice guy.
Guess it's true what they say...
- all the good ones are taken.
- Or dead.
That's what I meant,
you know... taken.
He's not really my type, anyway.
What, rich and famous?
That never hurts.
Why?
Because the lieutenant was both.
Jeremy Nolan is the only son
of the late Jack Nolan.
Didn't know he was
one of those Nolans.
The family's worth millions.
And yet, our victim walked away from
the family business to become a Marine.
Guess he was one of the good ones.
McGee. You awake?
I'm sorry. Yes.
Never quite get used
to these extra hours.
I don't know how you
and Agent Borin stay so...
Peppy?
No.
It's just that...
- you two have a lot in common.
- Like what?
Coffee?
- Did you bring cream and sugar?
- No.
Stopped off at the office.
Got some info on our dead Marine.
Now, Boss,
victim is Lieutenant Jeremy Nolan.
He was commissioned three years ago.
Nolan was being groomed
to take over the family business.
Kid chose the battlefield
over the boardroom.
It's a choice
his father took personally.
Apparently,
the two never spoke again.
His father cut him out of
the will and his family fortune.
Hell of a way to thank him
for serving his country.
Jack Nolan died six months ago,
from a heart attack.
He started the company
in his backyard.
Now Nolan Radar Systems is one of the
country's biggest aviation suppliers,
which makes them a very wealthy,
very well-known family.
Yeah, then the sister went viral.
What'd she have?
Not "sick" viral, Internet viral.
Leaked sex tape
spread across the Internet.
- Do you want to see it?
- No.
- Enemies?
- None.
Nolan outworked every lieutenant
in his battalion,
guy stacked up citations
like it was cordwood.
Probably trying to prove
that he deserved to be there.
Somebody wanted him dead.
Dinner boat.
Yes, boss.
Ran backgrounds on
all of the passengers.
No connections
to our victim or this family.
Nice work, McGee.
Tony and Ziva are interviewing
the last of them now.
It's Steve.
Steve Mehlman.
She hasn't mentioned me?
- We were really hitting it off.
- You and Agent Borin?
Yeah.
Is it all right
if I hit the head now?
Agent Borin's a lucky lady.
Don't worry, Ziva,
you'll find your Mehlman.
If you do, run.
I've been avoiding
him since last night.
Anything from the interviews?
There was no sign of the murder weapon
anywhere onboard,
and no positive GSR tests.
So our shooter wore gloves
and changed clothes.
- Witnesses?
- No one saw what happened on deck.
- Any good news?
- Yeah.
A couple remembers seeing a man
in a Marine uniform get into an argument
with a member
of the boat's waitstaff.
And that happened about
10 minutes before the gunshots.
Just before I met Nolan at the bar.
We're on our way to I.D. the crewmember,
using the couple's description.
In the meantime,
what about the other passengers?
Long as you know where to find them,
let them go.
Finally...
Want me to drive you home?
Celebrities have always existed...
from promiscuous monarchs
to Roman gladiators.
In fact, when the Olympians
returned home victorious,
they used to take out
a section of the city walls,
so that the athletes
wouldn't have to...
pass through the same gate
as mere mortals.
These days, however,
fame is more easily obtained.
Anyone with enough money
and a lack of self-respect
can become famous just
by being famous.
We've gone from Socrates to Snooki.
You know, I can understand
you wanting to distance yourself
from such a frivolous lifestyle.
Marines are as far as it gets, Duck.
Bullets?
Both are nine-millimeters.
And judging by these trajectories, both
were fired from an unusually low angle.
The shooter must have positioned
himself below his victim.
Possibly crouched.
Lying in wait.
Lack of gunshot residue
on his skin or clothing indicates
that the shots were fired
from at least 20 feet away.
No exit wounds?
Which suggests low-powder,
low-velocity rounds were used.
Which makes putting two in
his chest at that distance quite a feat.
I'm impressed.
- Military training.
- Perhaps.
Did you know that apart from being one
of the greatest marksmen in history,
Herb Parsons was also
a champion duck-caller.
No.
I didn't know that, Duck,
'cause I don't know who that is.
But if you get anything else...
Duck, call.
What the hell am I doing here?
I told you I didn't kill anyone.
You are a waiter on the boat, Doug.
We got witnesses saying that...
you guys almost came to blows.
You take away his plate prematurely?
Maybe he was planning
on finishing that salmon p?t?.
Don't talk down to me, man.
An ex-Marine should be used to that.
No such thing as an ex-Marine.
I beg to differ, Doug.
'Cause you got served
the big chicken dinner, didn't ya?
Bad-conduct discharge.
That's not good.
What did you do?
Striking a superior officer?
That's a numbskull move, Doug.
What was he like?
I bet he talked down to you a lot.
Doesn't mean I killed anyone.
I guess not.
But you do own a nine-millimeter,
don't ya?
And you got a bad temper.
Nine-millimeter... that's the same
caliber as the murder weapon.
Marines who actually complete
a tour of duty, Doug,
they get awfully thirsty...
the desert and stuff.
What happened, did you forget to
refill Lieutenant Nolan's water glass?
Stop talking to me like that!
Stop lying to me like that.
So I recognized
the rich son of a bitch,
and I called him out on being
a glory hound. That a crime?
He gave up a pretty cushy life to go
and join the Marines, you know that?
We all give something up.
Thousands of Marines deploy every year
and put their lives on the line.
The hell makes him any different?
So you killed Lieutenant Nolan
to prove what?
I told him his joining up
was a stunt.
But I walked away.
Out on deck.
I was on the opposite
side of the boat.
I heard shots...
but I didn't see anything.
Say, you don't mind if I run ballistics
on your nine-millimeter, do you?
- I didn't kill Nolan!
- Somebody on the boat did.
You're our prime suspect.
Congratulations, Doug!
I hope he left you a big tip.
Agent Abby! Welcome back.
Here... my condolences.
Sympathy card.
My condolences
on the loss of Sonny Lee,
the mascot for the Coast Guard
station at Norfolk?
The cocker spaniel
that died two weeks ago?
Right.
Thanks.
How did you even hear about that?
I'm on an e-mail list
for military service animals.
Gibbs, did you know that the Coast Guard
has a long tradition of having
an animal mascot
on the ship with them?
And the mascots are so beloved
that they're enlisted.
They have their own service and medical
records, sometimes even their own bunk.
It's cool, huh?
How come NCIS doesn't have a mascot?
We do, Ab.
You.
So...
I have been trying to recreate
the shooting on the boat deck.
Using the information from Ducky,
I built a 3-D model of our victim,
with corresponding bullet trajectories.
And?
It makes no sense.
I can't figure out where
the shooter was standing.
The angle of the bullets is too severe
to allow the shots to come
from more than 20 feet away.
There wasn't enough
room on the boat deck.
Right.
No matter how I line this up,
there's no place on that boat that
can explain the angle and the distance
of the bullets' trajectory.
Killer wasn't on the boat.
But using this trajectory,
the shots would've had to come
from the water itself.
The surface of the water.
Our shooter wasn't
on the dinner boat.
He was on a second boat.
You need something, Agent Borin?
Coffee? Nutter Butter?
Aspirin?
There's only one thing
giving me a headache, McGee.
And I deserve it.
What's that?
The fact that I can't remember
seeing a second boat last night.
I'm a trained CGIS investigator.
You were attending
to a dying Marine.
"Never make excuses"
is rule number one.
You should write that down.
I would, but rule number one's
already been taken. Twice.
So who are these people?
Friends?
I don't think he has any friends.
Maybe Mike Franks or Fornell, but...
Butt out, McGee.
Butt off my desk, Borin.
Talked to the captain
of the dinner boat.
He doesn't remember seeing
any other craft
in the area at the time
of the shooting.
So, if our shooter was
on a second boat,
how would they know
that Nolan was going to be
on deck at that exact time?
The wrong place at the wrong time?
You think maybe Nolan
wasn't the target?
Let's find
the other boat and find out.
Got something here.
Not about our mystery boat,
but about our victim.
Lieutenant Jeremy Nolan just showed up
in the Metro Police system
on an assault charge.
- Who assaulted him?
- No one.
The charge was against Jeremy Nolan.
It was filed three days ago.
So, just after he got
back from Afghanistan.
According to the report,
charges were dropped the next day.
- That's fast.
- Who was the attorney?
The uncle... Wayne Grossman,
lead counsel for Nolan Radar Systems.
I guess our Marine
hadn't completed severed all ties
with his family business
or their influence.
Send Tony. Send Ziva.
Wonder how the private sector's
benefit package compares to ours?
Can we discuss
your package another time, Tony?
Mr. Adams.
Special Agents DiNozzo, David, NCIS.
Please, sit down.
Pretty fancy.
- Looks like business is booming.
- It is.
It's hard to believe
a company this big is...
still owned and operated
by the Nolan family.
So, you're not a part of the family?
No, but... you might say adopted.
I started out in
the warehouse when I was 15.
Mr. Nolan sort of took
me under his wing.
- And now you're the president?
- CFO.
I run the business
side for the family.
Kimberly, Jeremy's sister,
is on the board, but it's...
more of a ceremonial position.
And Jeremy?
Jeremy wanted to serve his country.
Joined the Marines a few years ago.
Good kid... I'd do anything for him.
Including dealing with
his assault charge?
No. That would be my purview.
Hello, Mr. Grossman.
Sorry I'm late.
So what happened?
While Jeremy was in Afghanistan,
a Devin Lodge started dating Kimberly.
Lodge is a spoiled little punk.
Devin Lodge and Jeremy
attended Princeton together.
They never liked each other very much.
Not even back then.
- Why is that?
- Because the guy's a bully
and Jeremy's
the only one who ever s...
Lodge slapped Kimberly around.
Tabloid published some photos.
When Jeremy got home last week...
Jeremy had a little...
chat with Devin.
A chat?
He threw a single punch.
The charges have been dropped.
Do you think Lodge
retaliated by killing Jeremy?
You'd have
to talk to him about that.
Agent Borin and I are going through
all the photos that were taken with
the confiscated cameras
from the dinner boat cruise.
People take a lot of
pictures of their food.
Hoping to catch something on film.
And we did.
There was an engagement party
right next to a row of windows.
Since everybody's got
a camera-phone now,
we got a photo taken right
before Nolan was shot.
We can see out the window.
Yep.
That's how we found
our mystery boat.
Or part of it.
Enough to identify
the make and model.
She didn't even have
to use a computer, Gibbs.
It was the fishing tower
of a 20-foot TidalNav...
- a very fast sports fishing boat.
- And popular.
I already have my office pulling all
TidalNav registrations in the DC area.
Abs-es...
that is good work.
Hold on.
How did you two get in here?
We used these.
We're looking for Devin Lodge.
And don't say he's not here,
or we'll have to card everybody.
Back table. By the restroom.
Thank you, sir.
- I don't want to talk about it.
- I do, okay?
Let go of me!
It hurts!
Stop being a bitch.
Stop.
That is not a nice word.
Who the hell are you?
Kimberly,
want someone to help you out of here?
No, thank you. I'm fine.
Ladies, could you give us a second?
I need a moment alone.
With you.
Do you have any idea who I am?
That is a penetrating
philosophical question, Devin.
Didn't take you for a thinker.
Yeah, well,
is that your job here... the Thinker?
Do you own a boat like this one?
Like that?
But a fabulously wealthy
guy like you could get
his hands on pretty much
anything, right?
Where were you last night at 12:30?
Wait.
Is this about Jeremy's murder?
Hey, come on.
He did punch that pretty
little puss of yours.
Yeah,
the jarhead had a bad temper, all right?
Heard the same thing about you.
I guess you heard
that we hated each other.
And that he hated the fact
that I was dating his sister even more.
I didn't kill the guy, all right?
So why don't you two leave, before I get
my very expensive lawyers involved?
You get anyone you want involved.
I'm going to ask you one more time:
Where were you last night at 12:30?
Buddy, I'm Devin Lodge.
You want an alibi for last night?
Do your jobs.
Go outside, find out from one of
the camera monkeys where I was.
They follow me 24/7.
Coast Guard sent over
all the registrations
for the TidalNav boats in the area,
- all 394 of them.
- Start running 'em, Tim.
Checking into the paparazzi, Boss.
For being everywhere, they're
surprisingly difficult to track down.
Kind of like termites or roaches.
Find one with film on Devin Lodge.
I found something!
- You okay?
- Yeah.
Blood.
- Are you bleeding?
- No.
There's a blood anomaly
from the crime scene. Blood results.
On the left, this is from our victim,
Lieutenant Nolan.
And the second one? No idea.
Turns out the swab used
at the crime scene,
it mixed two blood samples,
contaminating them.
I didn't know, at first,
until I started getting too many
restrictive fragment
length polymorphisms...
English, Abs.
There was a second person wounded
on the deck when Nolan was shot.
- A second victim?
- Maybe.
How long until you I.D. the second?
It's tricky.
The traces were small,
and the blood samples were commingled.
- Go, get started.
- I knew you were gonna say that.
Where?
Thanks.
Coast Guard patrol boat just pulled
another body out of the Potomac.
I hope it's the body
we're looking for.
Swabbing for gunshot residue,
Dr. Mallard?
And the other Abby
will let me have the result.
How long do you think
he was in the water?
It's difficult to determine.
The tarp in which he was wrapped
was nearly watertight.
The water was about 40 degrees.
He was basically refrigerated.
But if I had to approximate, I'd say
this man was killed shortly after
our lieutenant was shot
on the dinner boat.
Cause of death?
The bullet that I took from
his brain is a good candidate.
That looks like a .22.
Bullet, back of the head,
close range.
Execution.
After he was shot, the killer wrapped
his body in a plastic tarp
and then weighed it down
with barbell plates.
It didn't sink.
Yeah, the wrapping was
nicely done, but the bow slipped.
Body popped up, drifted downstream
before it was fished out.
You got anything else, Duck?
When I was removing his clothing,
I found these in one of his pockets.
Nine mills.
I believe the expression
is "policing one's brass".
That's the same caliber used
to kill Lieutenant Nolan.
But tarp man here
was shot with a .22.
You thinking what I'm thinking?
I think tarp man was a pro,
hired to kill Nolan,
and that he got
a bullet instead of a bonus.
That's crazy.
Did you catch that in your sleep?
Do you use sonar?
That is why it's called a "bat nap".
See?
Completely refreshed.
I wish I could say the same.
Cheer up, McDrowsy.
Think of all the sweet
overtime we're accruing.
At this rate,
we might get to retire early.
I can arrange that, DiNozzo.
Got an I.D. on the floater, Boss.
Kyle Dansby, 34,
hails from Wheeling, West Virginia.
Dansby has
a rap sheet dating back to 2000,
assault and battery,
and the FBI has investigated him twice
for possible murder-for-hire jobs.
He was their prime suspect.
I guess they don't have
to worry about that now.
Potomac. Body.
Based on where Dansby's body
was found,
we should be able to...
Trace it
back to where he was dumped.
I got this one, McGee.
A patrol boat
recovered Dansby's body here...
The inlet at Potomac
River Waterfront Park.
The river runs towards the Chesapeake
at a rate of two miles an hour,
would have hit
incoming tidal flow...
McGee, can you zoom in, please?
Now, the body would have stayed
along the bank,
means it had
to have been dumped here...
National Harbor.
McGee, you're up.
Cross-referencing National Harbor
with our list of TidalNavs.
We have three in that vicinity.
You're not gonna believe
who one of them's registered to.
Make me believe, McGee.
It's a holding company
which is owned by Devin Lodge's family.
Go back there. Get him.
According to his latest Twitter update,
he is "still crunk at da club".
May be code for something.
Hedonism.
Knock, knock.
Really?
Are we gonna have a problem?
Looks like it, Gossip Guy.
You look cute, doll.
The paparazzi's gonna love this.
How do I look, Ziva?
Ask your dumb questions...
while you two still have a job.
We can't ask you any questions
until you sober up.
I'm waiving my rights.
Ask me anything you want.
I got nothing to hide,
but I would...
love to see what you are hiding
under that jacket, princess.
What is this, like,
reverse Darwinism?
You rich guys,
'cause you don't have to hunt or gather,
your brain atrophies?
Out of my way, jackass.
You're blocking my view.
Excuse me.
What are you doing next week?
Testifying
at your preliminary hearing.
That doesn't sound fun.
True or false:
you hired this guy to kill Nolan
and then you shot him
so that, he couldn't talk.
Gross. False.
Come on, you guys can't be serious.
We didn't find anyone
to confirm your alibi.
In fact...
you seem to have slipped
under the paparazzi's radar
for four hours
during the night of the murder.
Where'd you go?
Me? I, you know, I don't know.
I don't remember.
Got a bit of a problem.
There's a reason we couldn't find
paparazzi footage of Devin Lodge
from the night of the murder.
It's because the one guy
that had it just sold it for $50,000
to ZMZ Celebrity News.
She looks familiar.
That's 'cause she's Senator Baxley's
17-year-old daughter.
What does this prove?
The paparazzi guy
that took this footage followed Lodge,
then waited for them outside...
for four hours.
He's got an alibi for both murders.
I thought you just said I had an alibi.
Why are you arresting me?
For having sex with a minor.
She told me she was 18?
That's what Fatty Arbuckle said.
- Anytime.
- No time like now. What do we got?
Time-stamp
on Devin Lodge's paparazzi footage
is too legit to quit, boss.
He did not shoot our dead hit man.
And we checked his phone,
text and banking records...
doesn't look like he hired
Dansby either.
It is unfortunate, but...
we got nada.
Somebody get something!
- I got something.
- My guys never do that.
Get yourself some new guys.
Probate closed at midnight
on Jack Nolan's estate.
Guess who just became
the world's wealthiest Marine.
Posthumously.
Lieutenant Jeremy Nolan.
According to court records, the father
changed his will prior to his death.
Guess Dad had a change of heart.
So now a dead guy
owns the entire company.
Not exactly.
According to filings
with the Registry of Commerce,
Jeremy Nolan was about
to convert the company
from a private corporation
into a charitable foundation.
Wonder who stood to lose
if that happened.
Is this a record?
We don't talk about the record.
It got ugly.
Here we go.
Nolan Radar Systems' in-house counsel,
Wayne Grossman.
Guess who he once defended?
Anyone? Anyone?
Hit the key.
Drum roll.
Family lawyer defended our hit man?
When he was just out of law school,
and Dansby had just started
getting into trouble.
- That's thin.
- I agree.
But as his former lawyer,
Grossman would have intimate knowledge
about Dansby.
And who better to call if you want
someone whacked, than a whacker?
- Circumstantial.
- What else you got, Ab?
I have a print
lifted off the boat Tarp Man
used to shoot Nolan.
You can put Adams on the exact boat
that was used for the murder?
Him and a slew of other friends
and business associates.
- Adams had been on that boat before?
- Many times.
Those rich families...
they all socialize together.
- So Adams' prints on the boat means...
- Absolutely nothing.
But wait. There's more.
And by more, I mean less.
Lieutenant Nolan's sister,
Kimberly...
She's out of a $300,000-a-year job
as a board member.
You're right.
That's nothing.
What about the blood?
I'm running
the last possible test I can
to get a pure result,
but Gibbs, if the blood is compromised,
I won't get a reliable I.D.
from the sample.
With no evidence,
we're gonna need a confession.
- The killer's not gonna confess.
- No.
So, what are we gonna do?
We're gonna break rule number one.
- Never make excuses?
- Never put suspects together.
You think you can get your hands
on a key to a TidalNav,
Agent Borin?
I do.
It's very late, Agent Gibbs.
I hope this has something to do
with catching Jeremy's killer.
Yeah. Me, too.
- What is that?
- I'm glad you asked, Mr. Adams.
You should take a look.
Pick it up.
It's a key.
To the boat that Dansby used
to kill Lieutenant Nolan.
Fingerprint belongs to you,
blood belongs to Dansby.
That's impossible.
I didn't kill him.
Key says you did.
Where did you find it?
Where did you leave it?
Don't say another word.
Give me the key.
I'm legal counsel for these people.
You talk to me.
You don't talk to them.
Let's start with how you knew Dansby
before Jeremy's murder.
How much did he charge you
to kill Lieutenant Nolan?
This is absurd. We're leaving.
Not yet.
How about you, Kimberly?
You're being very quiet over there.
And we just accused these two men
of killing your brother.
You have anything...
you want to say?
Want to have a look?
Aren't you warm?
- I'm fine.
- Really?
That fire makes this room all toasty,
and you still got your fur coat on.
I said I'm fine.
Pick it up.
- Why?
- All right, that's Enough.
What's the matter, Kimberly?
You afraid of a little water?
I just lost my brother.
His killer is out there.
You're right.
I said, stop!
You're lucky
the bullet only nicked you.
Do something.
Jeremy was standing right next to you
when he was shot.
You saw the bullet
tear into his body.
Must have been hard
to watch your brother die.
I didn't want to do it.
They threatened me.
If I didn't get Jeremy out
onto the deck, they were gonna kill me.
Liar.
She's lying.
It was all her idea.
But he's the one
who arranged the hit man.
You put a bullet in Dansby's head.
- Prove it.
- Family.
Fine.
I can't believe this.
We can't let him get away with it.
I don't care if we have to kill him.
- He's giving it all away!
- I agree, but...
We'll have to do it
before he converts the company.
You really think I was dumb enough
not to record every conversation
we had in this room?
I want to talk
to the prosecutor right now.
Go ahead.
Cut your deal.
You know I'm the only one
in Jeremy's will.
You're under arrest, all of you.
Get up.
What's wrong?
It's 8:00 in the morning, boss.
Yeah, man.
Starting time.
Boss, we haven't been to sleep yet.
Hell, go home.
Sleep... it's way, way overrated.
Don't you think, Gibbs?
I think you're right.
Slow down, Omagi.
Where?
Call Choi,
and tell her to prep the lab.
I'll meet you there in 30.
Dead body on a yacht in Baltimore.
So, same time next year, Gibbs?
We'll see.
Can I help you?
I'm looking for the person in charge
of Lt Nolan's murder investigation.
That'd be me...
Might want to know about this.
Could be pertinent to your case.
Jeremy Nolan's will?
Revised will.
He had me redraft it while we were
serving together over in Kandahar.
You're a lawyer?
Still have a successful firm
in Chicago, sir.
That doesn't mean I can't still serve
my country as a reservist.
No, it doesn't.
Jeremy and I had a lot in common.
Got to be good friends.
A good man.
Good Marine.
He took his sister out of the will?
And he had me draw up articles
of corporate conversion
turning the company
into a nonprofit foundation.
Left everything to charity?
I heard about what happened,
I thought it might be...
motive?
Hope you catch his killer.
We did get him.
Captain's sacrifice inspire you
to give up your comp time, Tony?
I just realized I have three weeks
of comp time coming to me.
I can't take that much time off.
Why not?
Because someone else would get
temporarily assigned to my desk.
Afraid your replacement
will outshine you?
But, you know,
Bledsoe goes down,
and all of a sudden,
there's Tom Brady,
and he's got Gisele B?ndchen.
DiNozzo, the game's never over.
Go on.
All of you.
Get out of here.