NCIS (2003–…): Season 8, Episode 21 - Dead Reflection - full transcript

- What have you got for us, Ducky?
- One deceased,

pregnant Navy lieutenant.

What happened to her face?

I really don't know.

Hey, she's a JAG.

The Armed Forces DNA Registry has
identified the body

as Lieutenant Singer's.

Special Agents Gibbs
and Blackadder of NCIS,

they'll be investigating her death.

Fine.

That's Amad Bin-Atwa...

who executed the attack on the Cole.

My brother died on the Cole.

- I know.
- Get me in on this.

You get your head
around this murder case

or you pull your tailored
suit out of mothballs and

you march your butt right back
to the J. Edgar Hoover building.

We're gonna need
the fetus DNA, Duck.

- You think Daddy's the killer?
- She was single.

My guess,

she was hit on the head
with a blunt metal object

and dumped above the falls.

I brought you a little present.

- Is this blood from our vic?
- Hope so.

- How long before we get a DNA?
- See what ABO typing says first.

Did you know that Commander Rabb
asked Commander Manetti

to ferret out
who Lieutenant Singer was seeing

prior to her deployment?

What?

Why didn't we question him?

We start questioning Rabb and we don't
have all the pieces to the puzzle,

he'll pull an OJ on us and he won't
need a slick defense lawyer to do it.

El-jihad is poised to launch
another gray hull attack.

I need you to break Bin-Atwa.

When do I leave?

Soon as you wrap up the JAG murder.

Lieutenant Singer was murdered
three weeks ago, Sergei.

You think I did it?

What's the thirteen digit number?

That's a Moscow cell phone number.

... that Moscow cell

is registered to a Sergei Zhukov.

I'm running an immigration check.

Zhukov's green card sponsor
was Commander Harmon Rabb.

They're half-brothers.

You recognize that?

Should I?

It's your brother's cell
phone number in Moscow.

Sergei did not kill
Lieutenant Singer.

- Was he the father?
- She said he wasn't.

He believed her?

Why would he give
Singer his Moscow number?

I did that. I wrote it
on a napkin at Benzinger's bar.

You are suspected of having
committed the act of murder.

You think I killed
Lieutenant Singer?

Any statement you do make could be used
against you in a court of martial law.

- How long you been doing this?
- Nineteen years.

Can you tell if someone's guilty,
by looking in their eyes?

- I can.
- Yeah, well look in mine.

Ask me.

Ask me!

Would you kill for your brother?

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Commander?

Lieutenant Commander Faith
Coleman. I'm your,

legal team, sir.

Caught a red eye from San Diego,

had your files faxed
so I could study them on the plane.

I have two short lists of queries
primary and secondary.

Which set of questions might
you want to cover first?

Mine.

Why are you here?

I was detailed by Com
Naval District Washington.

Well, last time I checked,

I retained the right to
request my own military counsel.

Is this a job interview, Commander?

Let's call it a short
list of queries.

Why don't I just run through
a summary of the legal arguments?

I'm a lawyer, Commander,
I'm aware of the arguments.

The only unknown is
sitting across from me.

Fine, sir.
What is it you want to know?

Well, let's start with how many
murder cases you've defended.

I've had nine homicides
go to verdict.

- How many wins?
- Nine, sir.

Tells me you can count.

It doesn't, however, tell
me if they were slam-dunks,

or if when the going gets
tough, you cop a plea.

What is it you really
want to know, Commander

Did I get into my first
choice of college?

No, I didn't.
Was I on the Dean's list?

Yes, I was.

Did I go to law school with
dreams of saving the world?

No comment.

I'm a damn good lawyer.

You could do worse, sir.

I see you're not convinced,
Commander.

Stop.

I don't think I could bear
watching you re-arrange that.

I just hope your legal arguments
are as squared away as your briefcase.

You sharpening
your courtroom skills, Major?

Special Agent Gibbs, NCIS

Major McBurney.

I know.

Want me to set one up for you?

I'm here to discuss the Rabb case.

How long you figure this
trial's going to last?

Why, you got someplace to go?

Where?

Need to know, Major.
You don't.

Cease fire, cease fire.

Clear and lock all weapons.
Check your targets.

How long this goes depends
on well we do on the stand.

I assume your people are prepped.

How about you, Counselor?

Looks like a slam-dunk.

You disagree?

Rabb's a smart lawyer.

If he's the killer,
he made some dumb-ass mistakes.

Only nailed him because
he was protecting his brother.

Do me a favor.
Don't show that kind of doubt in court.

This trial could last a lot
longer than you and I want.

You're the one that needs
to get out of town, not me.

You always aim for the head?

Cuts down on appeals.

I assume both of you are aware of
the sensitivity of your assignment.

Understood, sir.

Admiral, since several of your key staff
are witnesses for the prosecution,

it would be necessary for everyone
at JAG to keep an arm's length.

Including me.

Yes, sir.
You most of all.

Respectfully, sir. Neither of us wants
to see our cases compromised.

I have no intentions
of interfering with your case.

I've every confidence of that, sir.
But, on behalf of my client,

- I needed to make my position clear.
- You certainly succeeded, didn't you?

A little short on space.

Commander. I'm going to
put you in Minetti's office,

and, Major, you'll
be in Commander Rabb's.

Never had the office of the man
I'm trying to send to Levenworth, sir.

Make do.

- Dismissed.
- Aye-yay, sir.

- Is that them?
- It is.

I've been thinking about
Commander Rabb's case, sir,

- and I have a few ideas.
- Lieutenant.

Do nothing.

Sir, I was wondering if I could
consult with Commander Turner to...

shape my testimony to
the commander's advantage.

No!

- Don't start.
- Sir?

I know what you're thinking.
I know what you're all thinking.

We're not getting
involved in this beyond

the required participation
in thecourtroom.

Rabb stuck his nose
in. Look what happened.

Clear?

Petty Officer, you have a minute?

Respectfully, sir. I don't think
I'm permitted to engage you.

This is not a proposal.
It's a request.

I need a pad, a marker,
a stack of 5-by-8's...

some of that weird sticky
spitball stuff you put posters up?

Poster gums. Sir.

- Sounds about right.
- I guess that's allowed, sir.

Thank you.

Things will go much easier, Amad,
if you justconfirm a few facts.

Allah will give you
all your answers.

Soon.

You may not know
the target and the time,

but you know Hasan Mohammed.

Talk to us!

I'm cold...

I'm hungry...

As you can see, the boys up the river
have taken over the interrogation.

They'll break him. In a month

Or two.

We know that Bin Atwa passed money

to Mohammed sometime
during the ten days

that we lost him
between Cairo and Nice.

If we find out where he was,

maybe we can follow the money trail.

That's why

I need you in that room.

NSA encrypts indicate

that the money has been passed.

The attack can happen any time.

Wrap this JAG case up
fast. I need you out there.

Where is Hasan Mohammed.

I said, I don't know.

- You're going back to the FBI.
- What?

You get whatever
they have on Bin Atwa.

Right.

I also want transcripts
of all previous El-jihad interrogations

mentioning his name or Mohammed's.

- That'll take weeks!
- You got two days.

If you can't get it done by then,
don't bother coming back.

Thanks for bringing in dinner.

I figured you'd be
tired of break chow, sir.

If you're going to be my counsel,

forget about the ?sir'.
At least in here.

Yes, sir.

So, did you pack
a file in one of these?

In case we need to bust out of here?

This is the only file I brought:
government's disclosure,

evidence, witnesses.

Do you have a defense?

It's my turn to ask the questions,
Commander.

What happened that night
at Benzinger's bar?

I met with Lieutenant Singer,

we argued, she left,

I followed her outside,
we argued some more

in her car.

And was that when you phoned
your brother using your cell phone?

Yeah, I wanted to be there when
she told him itwasn't his baby.

I wanted to look into her eyes.

Because you didn't believe her.

I rarely believed anything
Lieutenant Singer said.

I've read your interview with Gibbs.
Why didn't you tell him your story?

I was protecting my brother.

Fine, but when they told
you that the murder happened

in January and not six weeks ago,

you knew your brother couldn't be
involved, so why not cooperate then?

Because, by then, I looked guilty.

And I decided to trust Navy justice

instead of Navy cops.

Look, there are enough holes
in this case to raise reasonable doubt.

There's enough evidence
to tie you to the murders.

And a string of witnesses.
Your colleagues will testify

to angry words between you and Singer
right up to the time of her death.

It could be worse, I guess.

- How?
- I could not have an alibi.

You have an alibi?

Nice lab you got here.

Interesting Martha Stewart on
LSD touches around the place, too.

It's just a hobby.

This one's upside-down.
Duodenum's heading north.

That's how the body was found. Wow.

Nice to...

meet a lawyer
who actually knows his stuff.

I mean, forensically speaking.

- Lieutenant Singer's plane ticket?
- Yeah.

You got the date nailed?

Yeah. About a hundred percent.

What about the cover they found?

Well, I'm still doing
a fiber analysis on it,

but I found this ID
tag in the visor.

I see a... butterfly.

What do you see?

More work to do.

The key to winning this case is tying
Rabb to Singer the night she was killed.

That's why the stomach contents,
the bar napkin

all the forensics
have got to be tight.

Well...

duh.

Definitely.

You got a suit?

Buy one. Something...
in color.

The hair's a different story. I want you
to wear it down, hide the tat.

Get yourself some glasses.

- I don't need glasses.
- I do.

This isn't about you.

Something wrong?

Yeah, okay, you're going to
think I'm a freak, but I get

really nervous when I have to
testify in front of all those

military uniforms.

Some advice?

Try an old standard.

Picture all those uniforms naked.

Including you?

Ms. Sciuto,

you tested the sliver found
in the head of the decedent?

Yep.

Yes, I did.

The test indicated ferrous metal,
which is the same material

that was on the railing
at the bridge at the overlook.

You also ran tests on blood
found at the crime scene?

Indeed.
The DNA showed an exact match

between that and the blood of
the vic.

- And then I ran a test...
- Please, wait for the question.

You also ran tests on a plane
ticket discovered on the body?

Certainly.

The lieutenant was on a flight
scheduled for 6:00 A.M. on January 6.

What about the napkin found
in the decedent's pocket?

I ran a whole slew of sh...
stuff on that.

What did you find?

There was a phone number on it and the
handwriting matched Commander Rabb's.

And above that, there
was a logo for a bar.

It was Benzinger's.

When you examined the victim's
stomach contents, what did you find?

A bar mix. Based on digestion,
she got whacked...

she went to...

Valhalla within two
hours of ingesting it.

So, based on forensic evidence, we may
deduce that the victim was

at Benzinger's the night before her
scheduled flight, with Commander Rabb,

two hours before her death?

- Objection.
- Withdrawn.

Nothing further.

Ms. Sciuto, is this your report?

I can hold it closer if you wish.
No, don't hold it

Sorry, Your Honor.

Perhaps, you don't need the glasses.

Yes, sir.

Thanks.

- Nice body art.
- Thanks.

You should see my...

nevermind.

Ms. Sciuto.

The decedent's body was
in the river for months.

How can you be sure
that your findings regarding

the stomach contents are accurate?

Couldn't the vic
have been whacked way

later than two hours sucking
pretzels at Benzinger's?

Way later?

No way.

First off, ice rules as a preservative.
Second off,

food doesn't stay in the stomach
that long. Carbs? That's like two hours.

Tops. Third off, given technology,
we can nail that window pretty tight.

I mean, she got popped
and turned popsicle in two hours.

- You say, ?pretty tight'.
- Yeah.

Doesn't sound like beyond
a reasonable doubt to me.

Everything the Bureau
has on Bin Atwa,

I did it in a day.

Education.

Training.

Known associates.
Past ops.

Doesn't tell me about the man.

The man is a terrorist.
What else is there to know?

Personal information.
What's his favorite food.

- What kind of wine does he enjoy?
- The guy's a Muslim. He doesn't drink.

He drinks.

He eats. He cheats. That's
how we caught him in Nice.

See ya.

Dr. Mallard. You performed the autopsy
on Lieutenant Singer.

Can you tell us when she died?

Uh, her body was
discovered April 22,

but the poor girl was
trapped in winter ice and...

thawed with the spring.

I'd say she departed as...

some three
and a half months previous.

That'd make it early January, right?

That would be about right.

Was Lieutenant Singer pregnant?

Twenty weeks.

Can you tell us the extent of
the lieutenant's injuries, Doctor?

She suffered severe
blunt force post-trauma

to the posterior of her skull.

Also numerous fractures

as she floated downriver
going over Great Falls.

The head injury was
the cause of death?

No.
The lieutenant drowned.

She was still alive when
her body entered the water?

Without question.
I discovered water residue inher lungs.

What else did you discover?

On her left buttock,
I found a tattoo

of a stalking leopard

majestic, brilliant.

I've only seen one other like it

on a tango dancer in Buenos Aires

who died of dehydration.

- I was on sabbatical,...
- I was asking about Lieutenant Singer?

She wasn't in Buenos Aires.

Yes, I found a metallic sliver

in the wound around
the skull fracture

consistent

with her head hitting a railing

on the walkway bridge over the falls

before she went in the water.

So based on your findings, would you say
it's plausible that someone caused

the lieutenant's head injuries,
then perhaps, in panic

threw her still living body
from the bridge into the river.

Objection. This goes beyond
speculation, Your Honor.

Now, we're telling
bedtime horror stories.

- Sustained.
- Thank you, Doctor. Nothing further.

Doctor, isn't it possible
that the lieutenant's injuries

were a result of an accidental fall?

Well, the railing is very high.

It's quite unlikely.

Unless, the lieutenant's unconscious
body levitated and dropped

- over the side. I've heard...
- Thank you, Doctor.

I thought the interrogation
was over, Gibbs.

Or are you just here to gloat?

Something's been
bothering me, Commander,

and it's not what's in here

it's what's missing.

After you were informed of
Lieutenant Singer's death,

and the death of the fetus
that you thought was your brother's,

I'd assume you'd make
a phone call to Russia.

But there's no record of that.

Not from your office or your cell.

Or from your home.

Well, that's what
phone booths are for.

Went to a lot of effort to eliminate

your brother as a suspect.

That's how you got your man.

I know.

Agent Gibbs. Where exactly was
the lieutenant's body discovered?

On the banks of the Potomac River,
1.3 miles below Great Falls.

Did you locate her vehicle?

Yes, it was towed from the parking
lot next to the falls.

Was the car dusted for prints?

Only two sets of prints
were removed from the car

The decedent's and Commander Rabb's.

When did the commander claim
to have last seen Lieutenant Singer?

They met at Benzinger's bar
the night before her scheduled flight.

According to his statement,

he claimed to have spoken
to his brother that same night.

- Did he ever explain why?
- No.

Did the commander know
that the lieutenant was pregnant?

He said he did.

- Did he know who the father was?
- He said he was unsure.

At that time,

did you ask for a DNA sample
to determine paternity?

I did.

- What was his response?
- He refused.

Was the commander cooperative
during your investigation?

No, he was generally uncooperative.

Thank you.

Your witness.

Agent Gibbs,
all you really have is a car

with the commander's
fingerprints, isn't that right?

A car found less than a hundred
yards from a murder scene, yes

There's no murder weapon, correct?

The blood at the scene
indicates she hit her head

- on a bridge railing.
- Sounds like an accident.

- Objection, Your Honor.
- Withdrawn.

Agent Gibbs,
do you have anything to tie

Commander Rabb directly
to the crime scene?

Not directly, no.

You just have
circumstantial evidence, coincidences,

from which you've manufactured
a case against the defendant, correct?

Do I even need to object to that.

Sustained. Please refrain from supplying
testimony, Commander.

Agent Gibbs,
did you submit a request

to the ME for Commander
Rabb's DNA profile?

I did.

It didn't go through.

The ACLU might still have a problem.
What was your intent?

I believed, at the time,
Commander Rabb was the killer.

My intent was justice.

Agent Gibbs, do you believe now
that Commander Rabb is the killer?

Objection, Your Honor.
Calls for an opinion.

As lead investigator,
I believe Agent Gibbs is entitled

to an opinion.
The witness will answer.

Agent Gibbs?

Going with my gut...

I'd say no,

the commander's not the killer.

You really think Rabb's innocent?

Don't you?

What are we going to do?

I've got Bin Atwa to interrogate.

You're the ranking team
member of this case, now.

When did you plan on telling me
about your request for Rabb's DNA?

A request that didn't go, Counselor.

- You still crossed the line.
- A line that shouldn't exist.

We should have access
to a suspect's DNA.

Not your call.
Circumstantial cases I can handle.

Screw-ups and witness
flip-flops on the stand,

- I cannot.
- Thanks for your honesty, Gibbs.

You willing to talk about
dismissing the charges, Jack?

Major McBurney.

Really.

Wow, Abby,
you're the girl of my dreams.

That was Abby.

She's calling you?

We were separated at birth.
She's invited us to the lab.

You should come. Protecting
the wonders of science.

I've a series of
latents and partials.

So far, AFIS can't match them,

but check this out.

- You analyze the handwriting?
- Yeah.

- It's definitely Commander Rabb's.
- Let's log all of this into evidence.

I'd like the members
to see the genuine article.

Commander.

I think I'd like to counter
to your offer to dismiss.

If the hat does fit,
you can't acquit.

Come on. One of you would have said it
if you'd thought of it first.

- Good job.
- Thanks.

Next time, Abby,
don't go calling lawyers.

You call me.

Plane's waiting for you at Norfolk.

You catch a helo at Naples
out to the Chattanooga.

Bin Atwa

Names of his family,
wives and mistresses.

He loves great food, goes
to five-star restaurants.

Favorite dishes: Moroccan.

Favorite wine: Chateau Boulmont.

It's all there.

Good.

- Can I go with you?
- No,...

but you can put your business
suit back in mothballs,

and maybe stick around for a while.

Jethro Gibbs, NCIS.

Dawkins, the company. I heard
somebody called the cops.

I guess you NCI boys took this guy down
you deserve a shot of cracking him.

Got him cleaned up, gave him
a nice dinner just like you asked.

- One problem, though.
- Yeah, what's that?

We heard you're planning
on giving him booze. It's against regs.

You don't want any apparent testimony
being tossed out of court.

Not interested in court.

Good morning, Tony.

What are you doing?
That investigation's wrapped up.

Is it?

You're in Gibbs' camp now?

Rabb didn't do it?

Think outside of
the FBI box for a sec, Viv.

It's too perfect. I'm a cop.
It just doesn't sit right.

- Sits all right from where I stand.
- Dobbs found Rabb's cover upriver

near the bridge where
Lieutenant Singer was killed,

but her body floated
all the way down here?

So the cover got
caught in some branches.

I don't think so.

You really are sounding like Gibbs.

Lieutenant Roberts, the day before
Lieutenant Singer's presumed murder,

did you witness an encounter between her
and Commander Rabb?

I overheard a conversation, sir.

Do you recall what was said?

Uh, the commander wanted

to see the lieutenant
after work to talk.

Did she refuse him?

At first, yes, Sir.

What happened then?

I'm sorry, sir. I just
don't have the time.

Let's have dinner.

Is it the commander's practice
to go around grabbing junior officers?

- No, sir.
- So, it was just this one.

- Yes. I mean, no.
- Which one? Lieutenant.

Objection. The counsel is badgering.

The witness is a naval officer and a JAG
lawyer, Commander. He can handle it.

Lieutenant,
please answer the question.

The commander does
not make it a habit

to grab anyone.

Just this once,

he was agitated.

It's not unusual with
Lieutenant Singer.

By agitated, you mean, angry.

- Yes, but I mean...
- Thank you,...

Lieutenant.
No further questions, Your Honor.

- How was the lamb tangine?
- Very good.

But it lacks,

zest.

Best our chef here could
do was canned chili paste.

You know your cuisine.

Well, Marines travel.

Yes.

They do.

You ever go to the South of France?

Not as often as I'd like.

If you're ever in Marseilles,

- there is a magnificent place.
- Rosa Allude.

You know it.

Yes.

You're good.
You surprise me.

A toast.

To the French who know
how Morocco should taste.

So, was it

the cuisine that drew you to Nice?

Hardly, no.

In Nice,

it's the women.

The food is so much expensive
honey to catch the flies. No.

I'll tell you the best food
I had in a very long time.

There's a restaurant in
Toulon, near the water.

Ahaggar.

I ate there last summer.

The kibbeh was bland.

The qouzi was mushy.
The ghameh is inedible.

You cannot be talking
about the same restaurant.

- Well, maybe they changed the chef.
- Perhaps.

The ghameh I had last week was...

incredible.

I knew Gibbs could get it.

Get what?

Where Bit Atwa was
before we picked him up.

Toulon.

What are you two
doing standing here?

- Get on it.
- Yes, sir.

Thanks.

- You have our boy back there?
- Yeah, he's all yours.

- What'd you get out of him?
- Good restaurant in Toulon.

Cops.

Petty Officer Coates. You were present
at Benzinger's the night

Commander Rabb met with
Lieutenant Singer? Is that right?

Yes, sir. I was in the next booth.

- You overheard their conversation?
- Yes, sir.

Do you recall what was said?

Not all the words,
but the sense of it, sir.

The lieutenant was pregnant

and the commander thought
his brother Sergei was the father.

What did the commander
want the lieutenant to do?

He wanted her to call his
brother Sergei in Russia

to give him say in
the child's future.

Only Lieutenant Singer
told Commander Rabb

the babywasn't Sergei's.

Did he believe her?

- No, sir.
- What happened then?

That's when Lieutenant
told the commander

- she's giving the baby up for adoption.
- How did the commander react to that?

- This isn't over.
- That sounds like a threat.

Sounds like a threat to me.

- Objection.
- Withdrawn.

Is there anything else you
remember, Petty Officer?

Yes, sir. She...

took off and he followed her out.

Thank you.

Petty Officer,

has Commander Rabb ever
displayed anger toward you?

No, ma'am.

- Has he ever threatened you?
- Never, ma'am.

Has he ever grabbed you
or otherwise put his hands on you?

Absolutely not, ma'am.

Thank you, Petty Officer.

Re-direct, Your Honor.

Go ahead, Counselor.

Petty Officer,

ever see a man strike
a woman in angry before?

Petty Officer?

Yes, sir.
I saw my father strike my mother.

That night at Benzinger's, did you see
that kind of anger in Commander Rabb?

Objection,
you're on a calls for speculation.

Over-ruled.

I'd like to hear the answer.

Petty Officer?

Did you see that kind of anger?

Yes, sir.

Thank you, Petty Officer.

No further questions, Your Honor.

Sir, we have
the Washington MTAC on the VTC.

Ten days ago, five million
was sent from a Hawallah

money broker in Toulon
to a Hawallah in Tunis.

Do we have any assets
in Tunis, Director?

Not at the moment.

But our friends up the river do.

Of course, they'll take the credit.

Who gets the photo op doesn't mater.

I'll remember that at
our next appropriations hearing.

But you're right, of course.

Use whoever you have
to to stop that attack.

What do you got for me?

I tested the sediment in
the fibers in the cover.

There were high concentrations
of quartz, feldspar and kaolinite.

I flunked earth science, Abby.

It's river silt.

Yeah, which wasn't
present in anywhere

near these levels when I tested
Lieutenant Singer's uniform.

And that's because
she plunged into the river

in January and spent the next

few months packed in ice.

It's only in the last couple of weeks,
the river's been raging

- with the spring thaw.
- Kicking up silt.

Yeah, this cover is
definitely a spring look.

There's no way it was
out there four months.

It's a plant.
Gibbs' gut was right.

We got the wrong man.

I love Naples.
If you're looking for a...

It looks like the gray hull
attack is coming out of Tunis.

Got word of a money transfer.
Five million dollars

from Bin Atwa for the executor.

That puts it in the western Med.

You need something.

You got people in Tunis. We don't.

We locate Mohammad.
We'll take him down.

Attack's going to
be on a Navy asset.

We'll both take himdown.

Complicated. Who takes credit?

You do.

Deal.

Here's the comm at VTC.

We got confirmation from Abby
on the cover. It's definitely a plant.

We also got Rabb's brother Sergei's
service record from Russia.

He's got the same
blood type as Rabb.

He's not the father, either.

So we went through Lieutenant
Singer's credit card history.

Traced her social life,
going back over the last year.

Except for the months
at sea starting last May,

every Wednesday
the lieutenant had dinner for two.

Different restaurants,

but same time.
Question is, who with?

Do a canvass.

- Already did.
- We showed the lieutenant's picture.

We asked if anybody
recalled anything a face,

a name dropped in conversation,
angry words...

This waiter at an Italian restaurant
remembers an ugly incident.

Tiramisu turned into a projectile.

He gave us enough to start
putting together a sketch.

He's our guy - somehow,
he got a hold of Rabb's cover.

Check the JAG security log.
Go back four weeks.

- Compare the sketch to service photos.
- That's going to be a lot of people.

Yeah, one of them
paid a visit to Rabb.

Look for someone
with an ax to grind.

Got it.

Tony, nail this guy fast.

I need your ass out here.

Alone?

Bring whoever you need.

Before we start,

I want you to know I've advised
my client against this interview.

As you know, your cover was found
near the scene of the crime.

You want to know how it got ther

We know.

It's planted.

Looks like you may be
off the hook, Commander.

We did some checking into
Lieutenant Singer's love life.

She was seen having dinner
and drinks with a sandy-haired man.

My brother at Benzinger's bar.

No, no. This guy was older
and they never met at Benzinger's.

Checked the JAG security log.
We've got a suspect.

We just need to know if
he had the opportunity.

That son of a bitch.

He did it right in front of me.

That's all we needed to know.

Thank you, Commander.

Tell Gibbs, I owe him one.

Back in Baltimore,

where I worked Homicide
in a former life,

we had this case.
This sounds like a joke.

This gynecologist walks
into this strip club

but it's true, I swear to God

This gynecologist goes to this club.

And he likes one of the girls,
right?

And she likes him enough,
she starts letting him take her out.

Stuff happens.
Next thing you know,

the stripper is blackmailing
the gynecologist, right?

She threatens to tell his wife.
So, the gyno pays two guys to kill her.

I'm really not one for
jokes, Agent Dinozzo.

Okay.
Another story.

Locanda Orchidea.

I heard they have
a good veal piccata.

I wouldn't know.

White Horse Inn,

Jacques' Bistro, Sammy's...
you don't know them, either?

No.

Transcripts.

Your recent interviews
with JAG personnel.

In seven hours of conversation,
you mentioned Singer fourteen times.

You showed...
an unusual interest.

I was just doing my job.

The night Lieutenant
Singer was killed,

you cashed a $5,000 check

at Easy Al's Check Cashing.
The next day, you deposited the money,

minus a $100 service charge,
back into your account.

Guess you didn't need it, after all.

What are you doing looking at
my bank statements? You had a warrant?

- 'cause if you didn't have a warrant...
- I got the warrant.

She needed cash for an abortion?

Wait.
You're a family man.

What am I saying?

You've got a wife
and kids, beautiful.

It was hush money, right?

She was going to tell
that pretty wife of yours.

Is the joke over?

Because it wasn't very funny.

Bear with me.
It will be.

So, this gynecologist,

he has this stripper whacked.

Problem solved, right?

Wrong!

Guy gets nervous.

Sets it up so another
doctor at his practice

a rival looks like the killer.

He plants evidence,
and it's a good idea, in theory.

But the finger comes
pointing back to him.

Rabb's supposed to have lost his cover
during the struggle with Singer,

meaning it would have been
out there for four months,

but our tests show that it
was more like four weeks.

So, I checked
the JAG security log, and

what do you know?
A month ago, you were there...

in Commander Rabb's office.

You know,
technology's an amazing thing.

We can pick up latent prints that,
a year ago, would have gone undetected.

You know why I always
nail the doctors and...

the lawyers?

They overthink.

End of joke.

You probably know
your article 31 rights, but

- I kind of like reading them.
- No.

Wait.

The truth is,
this was all an accident.

Hold up. You're going to have
to explain that one.

The lieutenant...

threatened me.
She threatened my family.

We argued.

She turned to leave.
I tried to stop her.

I grabbed her.
We struggled. She...

she fell over the railing.

I was going to call for help,
but it was too late.

The river had taken her away.

And... I was...
I was just too scared.

It's a good story.

A couple small problems.

We found her blood on
the bridge where she "slipped"

and hit her head on the railing.

And I'm sure you
thought she was dead

that you'd killed her. Maybe
you reached for your phone, but...

you had another idea.

Lieutenant Singer
didn't fall in the river,

Commander,

she was thrown.

And she drowned, Commander.

And that was no accident.

By the way...

We've checked the baby's blood
type against your service record.

Child wasn't yours.

The five million denaqua forwarded
through the Bin Atwa broker network

which was picked up four days ago.
Cash.

Signature: Khalil Zahari.

You think Zahari is Hassan
Mohammad, our trigger man?

I don't know.

Cash is moving. The clock's ticking.

By the way. I think a couple
of your packages arrived

maybe a little jet lagged.

A little sleepy?

I got word that Lindsey pled out.

Involuntary manslaughter. Eight years
in Leavenworth. And get this.

Abby finally pulled
the destination off

Lieutenant Singer's plane ticket.

Designation wasn't "S-A-N."

it was "S-N-N."

She wasn't going to San Diego.

- She was going to Shannon, Ireland.
- Shannon?

- Why?
- Don't know.

Maybe to see the baby's father.
I mean, we know it wasn't Lindsey.

It wasn't Rabb or his brother.

Still don't know who the dad is.

If it wasn't the killer, who cares?

- I've got the director, sir.
- Put it up, Senior Chief.

Khalil Zahari

listed as the Director of the Institute
of Advanced Oceanography in Tunis.

Institute's a nonprofit, no assets,

apart from a 30?year-old
fishing trawler.

Until a few days ago, when they bought
an unmanned submersible.

Asking price, five million dollars.

Trip delivery 58 hours ago
in Sorrento.

Give me a list of all
ports of naval assets

within a 58-hour sail of Sorrento.

- Naples.
- Too secure.

- Cannes.
- Same thing.

A thirty-year-old fishing
trawler is not enough boat

to carry an unmanned submersible.

Run a list of allresearch
vessels leased in the last year.

Ninety tons or more.

Woods Hole, National Geographics.

Institute of Advanced
Oceanography leased

a Deep Blue Explorer,
Panama registry.

Check with the coastal cops, see if
they've submitted a navigational plan.

Aye-sir.

Spanish Coastal Civil Guard Patrol

has a Deep Blue Explorer
charting a course for Cadiz.

Rota.

A carrier pulled into Rota this morning,
on its way home from the Gulf.

Hey! How's your Spanish?

Get a shot of everyone,

tight as you can. Let me
know when you got a match.

Se?or, quanto cuesto?

Seis cuarenta el kilo.

No, no, no. No. Es mucho.

Es el precio.?

Negative match.

Negative match.

- We have a match.
- We got an ID.

It's Mohammed.

Mohammed's the captain.

Move in.

Tengo sus provisiones.

No, no son para nosotro.
Se?or, esta equivocado.

Hey! No son para nosotros. Vayase!

Okay. Hey, hey!

- Aqu? el recibo.
- Get ready.

Viv? Viv! Look at me.

It's too late, isn't it?

He ducked into the pilothouse.

- Let's go.
- Capitan!

- Secure the submersible!
- Got it!

I'm sorry.

I almost blew it.

Almost?

I still like you.