NCIS (2003–…): Season 8, Episode 22 - Baltimore - full transcript

[microwave whirring, beeps]

[metallic clattering,
dog barking]

[barking continues]

[barking stops]

Like that.All these knives?

Yep. This is what I told
you. Am I right, or what?

You are correct.

100 knives at this price
is an unbelievable deal.

Now, listen, you'd pay more
than twice this amount

if you bought these exact
knives in a store.

This deal can't be beat.

[TV continues distant,
indistinct]

[gasping breathes]

[gasping groan]

[weakly]:
No, no.

[gasping]

[TV continues distant,
indistinct]

[gasping]

[labored breathing]

[door opens, creaks]

[gasping]

[gasping]

[gagging]

[heart beating]

[sighs]

[elevator bell dings]

TONY:
Hey, guys!

Tell me you've seen it.

And good morning
to you, too, Tony.

Actually it's the worst morning
in the history of mornings.

My phone!
Tell me you've seen it.

Lost your cell, huh? Ouch.

ZIVA: Well, you are a very
capable investigator.

Why don't you just investigate.

Yes.

[clattering, Tony grunting]

Uh, Tony is just...I don't want to know.

[drawer bangs]
McGee,

did you write this?

I did.
Why, is something wrong?

"Retinal scanner uses

wavefront-sensing
reflection points..."

Yeah.

"...correlates the data using
a point spread function..."

Yeah.
"...rasterizes the pupil
conjugate-geometry."

Was I too technical?

[Tony muttering]

Well, uh...
it's pretty straightforward.

The eyeball from
the Port-to-Port Killer

unlocked MTAC's
retinal scanner.

Yes, I know that, McGee.

Well, Agent Barrett
and her team did find

the eye's retinal pattern
in MTAC's Access Directory,

but the name attached is
marked "classified."
By who?

Uh, don't know.

And they searched every entry
log in the entire system.

[mutters]
It's an extra eyeball.

But it's been put on
the back burner for now.

TONY: Agent Barrett and her team
left for Hawaii last night,

following a new lead.

I can keep checking
other avenues if you want.

I want!

[clattering]

DiNozzo.

What the hell
are you doing?

I lost my phone.
You haven't seen it?

Use mine.

Wow, that's heavy.

I need something
with a computer on it

so I can program ringtones.
Otherwise I don't...

'Cause I have a... It's ringing.[cell phone rings]

Answer it.

Special Agent Gibbs' desk.

This is Very Special Agent
Anthony DiNo...

Oh, hey.

Where? Okay.

Dead guy. Navy Lodge.

Let's go.

Here you go.

That's very nice of you,
but I'm good.

Looks like
the Port-to-Port Killer

is back on the front burner.

GIBBS:
Duck?
DUCKY:
Agent McGee,

if you would be so kind.

Should I call
Agent Barrett?

Nope.
But this is her...

loss for not
being in town.

We don't even know what we're
looking at yet, DiNozzo.

McGEE:
I know what
we're notlooking at.

At his age, there's no way
this guy's a three-star admiral.

DUCKY:
Yeah, well...

the Port-to-Port Killer
is fond of dressing his victims

in higher-ranking uniforms.

Uh, there's the usual lack
of defensive wounds.

Not a drop of blood.

And the expected
enigmatic clue.

In this case...A fortune cookie.

Can't wait to crack that open.

You got a time of death, Duck?Well,

the body's already reached
ambient temperature.

But from his skin color,
well it...

tells me that
not more than 12 hours.

That's right around the time
Agent Barrett left for Hawaii.

It's almost like the killer was
waiting for her to leave town.

And for the grand finale...

...a six-centimeter cut,

ear to ear,
severing the carotid artery.

Our killer is nothing
if not consistent.

Is there anything wrong, Tony?

Yeah. I know him.

McGEE:
Who is he?

He's my old partner.

I imagine you and Anthony
were quite close.

And as partners, your very lives
depended on your

trust in one another.

Yeah, I'd hate to be
in your killer's shoes

when Anthony's
catch up with him.

GIBBS:
What do you got, Duck.

Well, the same
type of blade

as the prior murders
was used on his neck.

Again, the body has been
scrubbed vigorously,

and the characteristic manicure.

GIBBS:
Any differences?

Yeah, this body was sedated
prior to his death.

But the most notable
difference is the

choice of victims.

Anthony knows this one.

As to the significance of that,

perhaps if I knew
more about him...

Uh...

We worked homicide
in Baltimore together.

So you said.

Did he have any Naval
experience?

He was a reservist

before he joined the force.

I suppose it is possible
that Anthony's relation

to him is, uh,
merely coincidental.

You want to bet, Duck?

Nothing I'd care to lose.

Anything else?

Yeah, all of the prior victims
were in perfect health.

But this one suffered
from a severe

alcohol-induced cirrhosis.

He must've had...
quite a drinking problem.

Not when I knew him, but, uh...

a few years
after I left for NCIS,

I know that...

he was asked to retire.

I see.
Yeah, um...

Came from money, not that
he ever saw much of it.

His dad... wasn't around much

and his mom died
when he was a kid.

So you and he had
quite a lot in common.

I'm surprised I never heard
you mention him.

Well, you know how it is.

You lose touch,
time goes by.

Too much time, in this case.

And when it's gone,
you can never get it back.

What do you think, huh?TONY: Oh... that looks painful.

It's very
Robert Mitchum, 1955.

Night of the Hunter.

Does it really go
with the suit, though?

Oh, it's-it's Nino Cerruti.

Cerruti.
And forgive me
if I don't

take fashion advice from a man
who still wears tube socks.

What's the matter
with tube socks?

They're very comfortable,
and they give me traction.

For what?
MAN:
Get off of me!

[man grunts]

[grunting]

[yells, cries out]

[officers exclaim]Yeesh. Ow.

OFFICER:
All right, get up!

Come on, let's go.Let go. Ah!

Move it!

You didn't need
tube socks for that.

A little help.

Thanks.

Everybody, I just want you to
know I'm a little disappointed.

PCP addicts are Friday night.
It's Saturday night,

which is hooker night.
Where are the hookers?

WOMAN: Hey, Tony.[wolf whistle]
Ho!

I mean, the call girls.
Hi, Sapphire.

When's the big day?Uh, it's...

Thanks for those
Christmas decorations.

No problem, baby.
[giggles]

All right, all right.

Now if you kiddies
have had your fun,

we got some business.

First up,
we finished the tally

and we got this year's winner

of the Station House
Pool Championship.

Let me guess.

That would be me?

As a matter of fact
it is, Anthony.

Thank you very much.

[mild whistling]

TONY:
Thank you. Thank you, Major.

It is my second year in a row,
and-and it's, uh, a great honor.

You're my Lombardi.

I thank you.
Enjoy.

Wow. A stapler.

What-what is that?

Mighty Mouse.

Mighty Mouse?Found it at a
garage sale.

[laughs]All I can afford on my salary.

Very sweet of you, sir.Yeah, don't mention it.

Second order
of business:

who's got the, uh,
the Franklin homicide?

TONY:
Oh, yeah, that's us. I mean...Yeah.

Good. Knock yourselves out.Thank you, Major.

What do we got?

Ah. A hit on the prints we
found at the murder scene.

Joseph Manheim aka Joey Peanuts.

Nice name.

You ever heard of him?
Nope.

I guess we should go
check him out.

The Port-to-Port Killer didn't
leave us much to go on, Gibbs.

He used the same antiseptic
to clean the body,

which we could never
trace back to him.

He used the same
industrial plastic

to wrap the
body, which...It was a dead end, too.

Thanks for reminding me.

I mean, everything
is the same.

Right down to the knot he used
to tie his victims' feet.

If this guy keeps walking
in his own footsteps,

we're never gonna catch him.He won't.

He'll make a mistake.
They all do.

Actually, I'm just wallowing
in my own self-pity.

He or she may have already
made a mistake.

I opened the fortune cookie,
and, shockingly,

there was a fortune inside.

You don't have to
strain, Gibbs.

I made you your very
own Gibbs version.

"Keep your friends close
but your enemies closer."

So, the company that made
this particular cookie

embeds its initials
in the side of the dough.

The "DH" is probably embossed
on a cookie sheet.
Who?

Um, the logo belongs to

Dao Huang Fortune Cookie
Company, in Baltimore.

If the quote isn't
random, Gibbs...
It wasn't.

...then it had to be put

inside the cookie
before it was folded.

Otherwise, I would
be able to tell.

Which means it was put there

by someone who had
access to the kitchen.

That's nice work, Abbs.

Xie xie,Gibbs.

But if the quote isn't random,
then what does that mean?

Nothing good.

What if the killer's trying to
tell us he's gonna come after

our friends?

I mean, Tony
knew the victim.

Not just Tony.

I knew him, too.

MAN [over radio]:
Welcome back, Baltimore,

to the Johnny
and Rex show.

MAN 2:
So let's continue our
discussion on Cal Ripken, Jr.,

baseball's
new retired Ironman.

Let's do it.All right, so, Rex,

does Cal get into
the Hall of Fame

on his streak
or on his stats?

Are you serious?
Is that a real question?

Streak or no streak,
Cal Ripken, Jr. goes into...

Whoo!What's the deal?

It's been three hours.

[panting]

He says Joey Peanuts will show.

He's got some kind of meet.

You ate all my moo shu.

I didn't see your name on it.

Oh. Hey, look.

I think this is for you.

[laughs]

"Love is for the lucky
and the brave."

Why is that for me?

Hey, man, asking your high
school music teacher out

qualifies as
brave in my book.

Wendy asked me out, remember?

See, that's why you
can dress like that.

'Cause you're
good-looking.

But one of these days, the
looks are gonna run out.

I plan to be safely married
by then, Danny.

Well, if not, you might want
to consider a new wardrobe.

Seriously.

Yeah, with the right clothes,
you'd be unstoppable.

What's that supposed to mean?

[radio continues playing
indistinctly]

There's our boy.

Joey Peanuts.

You dress like my father.

Let's go.

Crap. I got him!

Stop! Baltimore PD!

Freeze, dirtbag!

You can't outrun me;
I'm wearing tube socks!

[grunting]

I said freeze, dirtbag!

McGEE:
Look, I'm just
saying that I think

Tony is more upset
than he's letting on.

Yes, but he and his partner
had not spoken in years.

Okay, let's say you and
I hadn't spoken in years,

and I get my throat slit
by a serial killer.

I would hunt him down

and make him regret
the day he was born.

You're not just
any partner, McGee.

Neither is Tony.

Dao Huang.

All right.

[Russian accent]:
Can I help you?

Yes. I'm Agent McGee
from NCIS.

And this is my partner

Agent David.

We're looking
for Dao Huang.

Well, you found him.

Your name is Dao Huang?

Try looking at a map
sometimes, okay?

China is right next to Russia.

My parents emigrated
from Beijing.

I was adopted in Kiev,
we moved to D.C.

Bing!
Okay.

Is it any stranger than an
American with an Irish name?

Have you ever been to Ireland?

I-I have not.

That's a very good point.
I'm sorry.

Listen, we just need to ask you
a few questions.

Uh, can you identify these?

Looks like one of mine.

Has my logo.

You see?

I bake it in.

But the coloring
is wrong.

And that is not
one of my sayings.

That cookie is a forgery.

Do you have any employees
that might've made it?

No.

I do all the
printing myself.

Where'd you get this cookie?

We found it
at a crime scene.

Hmm. Could've
been made

from one of the trays
taken in the robbery.

Robbery?

Yeah, five
weeks ago.

Someone broke in and took
my safe and some equipment.

This business can be
quite cutthroat.

Most people don't know that.

Do the police have any suspects?

They took a report,

some evidence, and they ate
a half a case of cookies.

I'm not
expecting much.

Well, maybe we can take
a second look for you.

TONY:
Thanks.

Well, it's confirmed,
he's a cop.

A Navy cop.

Special Agent
Leroy Jethro Gibbs.

DANNY:
Oops.

We're sorry.

Maybe next time, you'll remember
your identification.

You don't do a lot of
undercover work, do you?

Do you?
You just got arrested.

I let you arrest me.

Let?

[laughs]
Who you kidding?

I chased you half a
block, and I had you

like a gazelle
on the Serengeti.

Am I wrong?

No.
No.

So what am I supposed
to call you,

Special Agent, uh,

Leroy?

Mm-mm?

Jethro?

Jethro? Mm.

TONY:
That's a little
Beverly Hillbillies.

Gibbs it is,
I guess.

All right.

We're working
a homicide.

Joey Peanuts left his
prints at the scene.

We think
he's our guy.

What's your beef with him?

Got a tip someone was using
a Navy payroll office

to launder money.

Haven't I.D.'d him yet, but...

You think Joey
works for him.

That's right.

As what, some
kind of courier?

That's right.

So you put on
a funny hat,

fill a briefcase
with some cash,

give Joey the dirty dough,
he gives it to his boss,

you follow the trail
and make the bust?

That was the plan.

Until you screwed it up.

[chuckles]
Me?

Listen here.

You're the one that didn't
tell the department

that your, uh,
NCIS was running an op.

Or read our dispatch.

We had a BOLO out on Joey
for two days.

Yeah, I know.

You knew?

Well, then what the
hell were you doing,

running around,
risking...

[laughs]

Really?

You wanted to
get arrested.

We didn't screw
anything up for him.

You're a new face
on the street.

What's the best way to earn
instant bona fides then, uh,

getting pinched?

[chuckles]:
Navy Guy.

I don't like
getting played.

Having said that,
well played.

Very Donnie Brasco,
actually.

Yeah, but w-we're done
with games.

Joey's our witness;
we're interrogating him.

I know.

I'm undercover, remember?

McGEE:
The break-in at the bakery
was five weeks ago.

The thief kicked in a door.

Took off with the safe.

Other than that, nothing.

No fingerprints,
no footprints.

No physical evidence at all.

TONY:
That's the Port-to-Port
Killer's M.O.

You got witnesses?Sort of.

Police report lists
a cracked-out junkie

says he saw a car
leaving the scene.

Where are my glasses?

Didn't get plates,
just a make and model.

Police didn't
put out a BOLO.

Didn't think it
was credible.

McGee.
BOLO, got it.

Ziva.I will track the junkie, see
if I can get any more info.

DiNozzo.

Yeah?

Talk to me.

About what?

Are you okay?

I'm fine.

This has nothing
to do with that.

Ancient history.

Yeah, I know, but that doesn't
make this any easier.

I'm fine.

I'm more worried
about Abby's theory

that the Port-to-Port Killer
is targeting our friends.

Can't protect
all of them.

We protect them
by catching the killer.

Same as you did before.

Messy, huh?

I don't know
nothing about that.

Didn't say
that you did.

But you do.

I don't even
know the guy.

Well,

it's possible we screwed up.

Are you 100% sure

you've never seen
this guy before?

Yeah, yeah.

100%.

We found your prints
at the crime scene.

Which means if we can't
put you away for murder...

We got you on obstruction
of justice in a capital case.

What's the maximum
on that again?

I think it's,
like, 20 years, Joey.

DANNY:
Isn't it, isn't it 30?

Yeah, I think it's 30.

Actually, yeah, know what,
we'll figure it out.

Thanks for your time, Joey.

[sighs]

Okay, okay.

Okay. Wait.

I get it.
I get it.

Yeah, I was in his car,
but that was over a week ago.

[chuckles]
You.

Here you go,
have a piece of gum.

Ah, come on.

No, no, no, have
a piece. Come on.

Don't make me chew alone.

It'll make you feel better.

Gets the jaw moving.

There you go.

It's wintry fresh.

Now talk.

I, um, I picked up a package
from this guy last week.

That's why you found
my prints, okay?

What was the package?

Chew.

[sighs]

It was a duffel bag.

50 grand inside.

Dirty money.

Huh. And you were gonna
clean it for him?

No! No, no, no.

[sighs]

I'm just a
courier, okay?

I pick up dirty
money from clients

and I bring it to my boss.

He... he does the laundering.

I'm just trying to make a
few extra bucks while I...

I take the real estate exam.

[chuckles]
You know?

We get it.

Joey, come on.

So, tell us,
what went wrong?

I don't know.

I don't know how my
boss finds these guys.

Franklin was
an amateur.

He was pissed
at the size of the vig.

He threatened to
kill my boss

if he didn't
get a refund...

So your boss
killed him first.

Chew.

Maybe.

Maybe, okay?

Either he did it

or he's got muscle.

I just know I didn't.

Your boss have a name?

Yeah. I mean,
everyone's got a name.

But I don't know it
or how to reach him.

You had a package to deliver.

Which means you know
where he's gonna be.

Uh-huh.

Yeah, yeah.

Thank you for your cooperation.

We will contact you if we have
any more questions.

[sighs]

That was a waste.

He had nothing to add
to his statement

about the robbery
at the bakery,

and I'm not going back in there

unless it is absolutely
fumigated.

Twice.

Jethro.

Oh, thank goodness
I found you.

Whoa.

What... what is that smell?

Duck.
Huh?

Oh, sorry.

Uh, I just received
an e-mail from Abby

alerting me to an
alarming oversight.

It seems there
was a minor error

in one of my internal
reports five weeks ago.

What kind of error?

Well, as you know, the
Port-to-Port Killer

secures his victim's
feet with rope.

The specific knot is called
a double constrictor.

ZIVA:
Double?

I thought it was
a plain constrictor knot.

Well, that is
the error.

Mr. Palmer managed
to leave out the word "double"

when he transcribed my notes.

I have suitably chastised him,
but I...

It's a typo, Duck.
Fix it.

Jethro.

Jethro!

The knot on our latest
victim's feet

is a single constrictor.

It's almost as if someone
is using my notes,

typo and all, to
duplicate the murders.

I know details can change
for several reasons,

but given
the Port-to-Port Killer's

almost pathological need
for consistency,

I can only think of
one in this case.

It's not the
Port-to-Port Killer.

We have a copycat, Jethro.

And one who has access
to our internal records.

ZIVA:
The copycat killer
is using one of Ducky's reports

to recreate the murders.

McGEE:
They look almost identical,

but this is the wrong knot.

How'd he get access?I'm running

a system-wide check now.
So far nothing.

Unfortunately, this means
that our psych profile

is now worthless.

We have very little to go on.

The real Port-to-Port Killer
knew how to cover his trail.

McGEE:
Maybe this one didn't.

We might be able to trace one
of his purchases back to him.

Rerun it all--
knife, rope,

antiseptic,
all of it.TONY: Got something else.

Found my cell.

Left it over at EJ's.

Lot of missed calls.

Only one message worth
mentioning-- from two days ago.

[voice mail]:
Hey, Tony, it's Danny.

Long time, no speak.

Uh, I've been thinking
about things lately.

Old friends and TV dinners,
things I messed up,

things right in front of my face
I should have seen.

But I'm not the only one
who saw what he wanted to.

We need to talk.

Better late than never, huh?

Know what that was about?

No, but it's definitely
connected to the murder.

Might mean Price
knows his killer.

Which means I might, too.

We need to talk.

Hold on one second.

Testing, one, two, three.

Can you hear me over there
in the Joey Peanuts gallery?

[over radio]:
Yeah, no, I can hear you.
Very funny.

[chuckles]
Now, listen.

I want you to drop off
the bag with your boss,

then get him to
cop to the murder.

And then, Joey Peanuts,
you get to do

five years of community service,
if you're lucky.

Thanks.

No. Thank you, Joey.

All right. [sighs]

What is it?

This fell out of your jacket.

Hmm?

You planning to propose
to Wendy or something?

Actually, I already did.

What?

Yeah.

I got to take it back
and get it resized, though.

Evidently, it's a little small.

Well... so she said...

She said yes, you smart-ass.

And you were going
to tell me this when?

I haven't told anybody.

In case she said no?

No. I just wanted
to tell her first

before I told anyone else.

Okay. Okay.

Well, congrats, man.
Excellent.
Thanks.

[chuckling]

Oh. We got company.

Civilian clothes.

Military haircut...
and shoes.

You count it?

It's all there, man--
50 grand.

How did we end up doing
the Navy cop's job for him?

'Cause he's smarter than us?

Mmm. More devious, maybe.

I don't know about smarter.

I kind of liked him, actually.

Who'd want to be
a Navy cop?

I'd rather have the plague.

ABBY:
It's really sad

how Tony and his old partner
drifted so far apart.

It happens.Does that mean
it could happen

to my Three Musketeers?
'Cause if you say yes, McGee,

I'm going to start
crying right now.

No, whatever it is.

What do you got, Abbs?

Suspects, and a lot of them.

The last actual
Port-to-Port killing,

I was able to track
down the suppliers

of most of the
items he used.

Brand of antiseptic,
surgical blade.

But I couldn't trace it
back to the killer.

He was very careful to
disguise his purchases.

So, to find the copycat,
we are analyzing

publicly available tax receipts,

looking for people
who bought

three or more of the items
that are in

the Port-to-Port
Killer's toolbox.Okay. How many?

26 so far, and we're not
even halfway through.

GIBBS:
That's our guy.

And you know this
because?

He was at the crime scene.

McGEE:
All right, well, let me
run facial recognition

against our
crime scene photos.

There.

Boss, he's a computer tech.

That means he could have
hacked our servers

and gotten Ducky's report.

How on Earth did you...Rule number 35.

Always watch the watchers.Always watch the watchers.

MAN [recording]:
You count it?

JOEY PEANUTS:
It's all there, man-- 50 grand.

That's more than
I make in a year.

JOEY PEANUTS:
I made sure that he knew

what the vig was up front.

You know, man,
I got enough on my hands

worrying about
that Franklin guy.

Nice segue.

Yeah.

MAN:
Well, you can stop worrying.

I took care of things--
permanently.

Well, it'd be nice
to have ballistics

tying this guy
to the murder,

but that sounds like
a confession to me.

Why didn't you
bring him in?

Uh, Agent Gibbs wanted
to I.D. him first.

Didn't want us to tip
our hand in case he

wasn't working alone.
TONY:
It doesn't matter.

We put a tail on him.
We're going to get our own I.D.

before this guy...[cell phone rings]

It's him.
Mmm.

Let me know.

What do you got?

GIBBS:
His name's Lieutenant Ian Floyd.

TONY:
Hold on. Hold on.

GIBBS:
His name's Lieutenant Ian Floyd.

He's a disbursing officer at a
Navy payroll office in Quantico.

Oh. That's a perfect position
to launder money.

DANNY:
He have any help?[cell phone ringing]

TONY:
You need to get that?

No. It's my wife.

And no.

No. Looks like it's just Floyd.

TONY: We should check
to see when ballistics

on the murder weapon's
going to be done.

It's done.

[chuckles]
I don't think so.

Yeah, I had the evidence
transferred here.

Weapon was a Walther P99.

Floyd's got two registered
to him. Pick him up.

Uh, first of all,
that was our evidence.

And second of all,

if we just transferred it
to you, then how did you get...

[cell phone ringing]

Ah. I got to get this one.

Is that your wife again?

Divorce lawyer.

We've been waiting
for ballistics for over a week.

Roscoe, hang on a second.
Pacci.

You got that
other thing for me?
Yeah.

Detective DiNozzo's personnel
file is right here.

Anything else? I was going
to head to the infirmary.

My ulcer's
killing me again.

I'm telling you, this stomach
is going to be the death of me.

Roscoe, go ahead.

TONY:
Let's hope our copycat's home.

NCIS!

TONY:
Hands in the air!
Peter Sears,

you're under arrest.For what? I didn't do anything.

Oh, my God, this is so exciting.

TONY:
You have the right
to remain silent,

or I can shut
you up myself.

GIBBS:
Take it easy, DiNozzo.

TONY: You also have the
right to an attorney so he

can tell you how you weren't
hugged enough as a child.

Boss?
We got a problem.

Can we have
a time-out here?

I get how bad this looks.

Xeonphine
antiseptic.

Surgical blades.

That's you.

At the victim's crime scene.

TONY:
Rare orchid seeds.

Practice knots.

Well, you put together
a real cute little

Port-to-Port Killer magic kit,

and then you killed
my partner with it.

I told you,
I didn't kill anybody!

This is intense.

I think he's confused,
DiNozzo.

Me, too.

See, we don't need
a confession.

We just need to know
how you hacked our servers,

because this knot isn't
mentioned in the press,

which means you only could have
learned about it from us.

I'm the worst loser
on the entire planet.

I haven't even started yet,
and I got arrested.

[laughing]

I bought all those things.

I tied those knots.

Practice makes
perfect, right?

That's what Uncle Tickle Fingers
always said.

Practice makes perfect.

But that's all I've done
was practice.

Maybe I was going
to do something.

Maybe I was going to get
my name on TV, too,

but you know what?
I haven't done it yet.

You got the wrong guy, bucko.

Sears' alibi checks out.

He's an I.T. consultant,

but he works part-time
as a birthday clown.

He was twisting
balloon animals

for 20 kids
when Price was killed.

Well, that is
disturbing.

Yeah.
He's a copycat killer, boss...

He just hasn't killed yet.

Where's the Pre-crime Unit
when you need it?

Remember that
in Minority Report?

Colin Farrell
and Tom Cruise...I'd rather have a lead.

ZIVA:
Uh, there's still the
robbery at the bakery.

And I think I've got
something on that.

Ohio State Police
just arrested

two men for
grand larceny.

One wants to plea-bargain.

Says he has info on a robbery

at the Fortune Cookie Company
bakery in Baltimore.

Call the prosecutor.I'm going to call
the prosecutor.

Went through Sears'
laptop, as well.

I know how he learned about
the constrictor knot,

and it's not from
an NCIS file.

Where?
Right before Barrett
left for Hawaii,

she issued an update
on the Port-to-Port Killer

to all law enforcement
agencies in the area.

It included Palmer's typo.

Sears stole a copy

of the report
while he was doing

I.T. work in a
police station.

ZIVA:
Which means that our copycat

is someone who had
access to that report.

I have a degree
in physical education!

I played varsity basketball
at Ohio State!

This isn't gonna end
well for you!

Your money laundering days...

[Tony grunts, horn blaring]

[horns honking]

...are over!

Stop!

Or this isn't gonna
end well for you.

Hey, is that a Walther P99?

Thanks.
Now we don't have

to find
the murder weapon.

I walk out of here or I shoot.

You're not walking out of here.

[gunshot]I'm serious!

DANNY:
So are we.

So that's how it's gonna be.

Nice timing.

Hey, better late than never.

[handcuffs clicking]

[door creaks]

[siren wails in distance]

[vehicle approaching, passing
nearby]

[phone rings]

DiNozzo.

Tony, where did you go?

Following a hunch.

What's up?

Well, Ohio came through.

It's confirmed, we got the guy
that robbed the bakery.

You don't sound too happy
about it.

Speeding ticket puts him
in Dayton

the day that Price was killed.

So he's not our copycat.

If you see Gibbs,
can you tell him?

Yeah, sure.

[voice mail]:
Hey, Tony. It's Danny.

Long time, no speak.

Uh, been thinking
about things lately.

Old friends and TV dinners...

[beeps]

[humming]

Ah.

[sighs]

You born in a barn?

It's freezing out.
Close the door.

D.A. says we got enough

to get a murder conviction
against Lieutenant Floyd.

You came all this way
to tell me that?

Actually, I came all the way
here because of what I saw

in Floyd's eyes
when you got the drop on him.

Something that I spent
the last two days

trying to pretend
I didn't see.

And what's that?

Betrayal.

'Cause he knew you.

And I'm wondering
to myself,

"How can that be?"

It didn't make
any sense.

So I pulled your phone records.

The two of you, a couple
of chatty-patties, huh?

15 calls over the
last two months.

I know there's plenty of ways
to explain that, right?

There's only one reason

you never mentioned it.

What's that?

'Cause you're a dirty cop,
Danny.

Tony, come on.

Careful.

Be very careful.

[breathes deeply]

I'm not feeling the love
right now.

Okay.

I was sending
potential clients...

in Floyd's direction.

If they laundered money
through him,

I got a kickback.

So how much did you get
to keep your mouth shut

on a homicide, Danny?

No, no, Tony, I had no idea
that Floyd was our guy.

I mean, did he seem
like a killer to you?

He didn't seem
like one to me!

You saw what you
wanted to see.

So what are you gonna do?

I lost my appetite.

[lid opens]

So I'm gonna take a walk.

I guess if you're still here
when I get back,

I'll have my answer.

[door opens]

[door closes]

[footfalls approaching]

Heads up!

I'm in a shoot-first,
ask-questions-later
frame of mind.

You followed me?

How long did you know?

Didn't.

Just a hunch, huh?

What are you gonna do?

He's your partner.

Yeah.

[sighs]

What am I gonna do?

DANNY [voice mail]:
...things I messed up,

things right in front of my face
I should have seen.

But I'm not the only one
who saw what he wanted to.

We need to talk.

Better late than never, huh?

[footfalls approaching]Son of a bitch.

Followed me again.

Another hunch?

No,

but I could see
you had one.

Danny was dirty.

I always wondered why the money
launderer didn't rat him out,

try to cut a deal.

I bet Danny wondered
the same thing.

There's only one reason
to be afraid

of sending a dirty cop to jail.

There's another one you can't,

and in our department,
that was a pretty short list.

[sighs]

There was a silent partner
Danny didn't know about,

but he found out
after all these years.

"Better late than never"
is right.

I think he was looking
for redemption.

Well, let's go give it to him.

Oh, ladies and gentlemen,

the legend is back,

Anthony DiNozzo, Jr.

[laughing]:
Hey.

Look at what the cat
dragged in.

Agent Gibbs, right?

Man who took my best
detective from me.

What's this?Your evidence
locker logs.

That's how you got the tray
to make the fortune cookie,

which was a
nice touch,

but of course you made your
bones busting serial killers,

so you knew how to
make it smell real.

Danny was right.

Lieutenant Floyd
wasn't a killer.

It was you.

What are you talking about?

Danny figured it out

and he was going to set
the record straight,

so you killed him.

Major,

you knew that DiNozzo
wasn't going to let it go.

So you threw
it in my face.

Dropped another body on
the Port-to-Port pile.

Did you think I would
just assume it was...

...a serial killer?

Let me ask you
something:

what do you see when
you look in the mirror?

Am I done?
Oh, yeah,

you're done.

[elevator bell dings]

Could you imagine
having to arrest Gibbs?

[scoffs]

I would rather
arrest my father,

and I still might have to
one day,

for that matter.DUCKY:
Jethro,

congratulations
on catching

the copycat killer.Thanks, Duck.

However, we have
another problem.

Remember I told you about that
e-mail from Abby concerning

the typo in my report?

Yeah.
ABBY:
I didn't send

Ducky that e-mail,
Gibbs.

Then who was it from?

Presumably someone
who wanted us to know

we were chasing
a copycat killer.

And there's only one person
that could have been.

The real one.

Show me.

[elevator bell dings]

GIBBS:
I got it.

You made it.

Yeah.

Wow, I'm not a big fan
of the orange,

and the glare off that
skylight's ridiculous.

TONY:
You gonna ask?

Nope.

I'm leaving it alone.

It was wrong,
way wrong, but...

It's your partner.

Ex-partner.

I'm not going back to
Baltimore, I can't.

I don't know what
I'm gonna do.

Maybe being a cop
isn't for me.

[chuckles]

Did you just
physically assault me?

I don't have a lot of rules,

but rule number five
is "you don't waste good,"

and you're good.

Thanks.

Don't make a habit of that.

[Tony chuckles]

Did I mention
you're a devious man, Gibbs?

Boy, I got vision,

and the rest of the world
is wearing bifocals.

Butch Cassidy.

Nice!

[chuckles]