NCIS (2003–…): Season 8, Episode 3 - Short Fuse - full transcript

I have a staff meeting
on Thursday night,

that will probably go late.

You free around 10?

I don't think so, Gary.

What was that?

Someone's downstairs.

What are you doing?

- Heather.
Stay there.

Hold it.

You look great.

Ah, I try.

All right, start wide.
We're gonna work our way in. Yeah.

Oh, okay.

Look this way. Good.

Right there. Good.

Look back at your computer.

Ziva, what's going on?
- Tony has been selected

to be on the cover
of the new NCIS recruiting brochure.

- Oh, you've gotta be kidding me.
Hey, check it out.

Who's the new face of NCIS?
You're looking at it, McEnvy.

Get used to it.

- There will be no living with him now.
- Now?

All right. Pretend like you're working
at your computer.

Yeah, that should look very natural.
He does that all the time.

Heh, heh.
- Like working for real?

Can we...? I'm sorry.

Because I think my left side is better
and we're doing a lot of...

- Did Gibbs authorize this?
No, wasn't consulted.

Gear up. Marine shot
and killed an intruder at Arlington.

Special Agent Gibbs.
Ron Sands, Public Affairs.

Yeah, I know who you are, Sandy.

Special Agent DiNozzo
can't leave, sir.

We're not finished with him yet.

I'll drive, boss.

All right. Take five.

Hey, boss,

police think it was a home-invasion
robbery gone bad. Back door jimmied.

The guy clearly had no idea whose
house he was breaking into. Ooh-rah.

They ID the body?

No. Nothing on him.
No wallet. No car keys.

Don't even know how he got here.
Only thing he brought was a gun.

Intruder's weapon,
serial number's been filed off.

Maybe Abby can lift something.

Get the fingerprint scanner.

- DiNozzo, check upstairs.
- Just about to, boss.

Hey, Tony,
can you help me with this?

Are you wearing makeup?

- This in Afghanistan?
- Yeah.

It was two months ago. Kandahar.

You take the picture?

No. I am the picture.

You're a bomb tech.

Just being a regular office pogue
didn't cut it for me.

- Any regrets?
- Still got all my fingers.

It's my team leader. I'm on call.
Dempsey.

911 call was at 2:25 a.m.

That's pretty consistent
with the time of death.

Three shots you say?

Well, she certainly knew
where to put them.

Yes. I understand.

You get her statement?
Yes.

Don't you guys work
out of the Navy Yard?

They received a bomb threat
from an anti-war group.

Where on the base?

Aboard the ceremonial ship
the U.S.S. Barry.

I need to go.

- When do I get my weapon back?
- When we're finished with it.

Hey.
- Hey.

Nice apartment.

What?

She said she was alone last night?

- Yeah.
- I don't think so.

- Why?
I was poking around upstairs

like you asked me to

and I noticed there was a queen-sized
bed with both sides rumpled.

And that does not mean anything.

I do not make my bed every day.

But I'll bet you sleep
on the same side of it.

- That it?
Nope.

Toilet seat was up.

Maybe she's more Marine
than I thought.

Boss, we're having a problem here.
I can't get a scan.

Wait a minute.

His fingerprints have been removed.

Well, imagine that.

A burglar that doesn't need gloves.

There's talk
that after the brochure is published,

I may do a promotional tour
of college campuses.

A frightening thought
for the coeds of America.

They're gonna put a giant cardboard
cutout of me in Career Services

to greet new applicants.

Abby, why's the music so loud?

I'm trying to drown out the sirens.

- What's going on out there?
- A bomb threat on the Barry.

Okay, why aren't you guys
out there investigating that

instead of being in here
bugging me?

- Agent Krone is handling it.
- Hmm.

We need your help.

I'm a little busy.

I have to get the serial number
off this gun.

Okay, facial recognition.
Nothing yet, huh?

No, McGee. I would have called.

I've run him through every
U.S. database and got nothing.

And now I'm running him
through Interpol.

That doesn't make sense. This guy's
obviously got a criminal past.

Why else would he
have his fingerprints removed?

Abby, I e-mailed you
an audio file, okay?

Because there's a background sound
I need you to enhance.

How did you get the password
to my account?

McGee gave it to me.

Thanks, McGee.

What? No, I didn't.

There was no handing out
of any password.

- He did.
- No, no. I... I...

No. What...? No, hey.

911 operator.
What is the nature of your emergency?

I just
shot a man who broke into my house.

What's the address?
We'll dispatch an ambulance.

Don't need an ambulance.
No rush. He's dead.

She sounds really calm.

- Well, she defuses bombs for a living.
- Right.

Okay, wait. Shh. Here it comes.
Listen.

Excuse you, McGee. Play it again.

See? That sounds like a voice.

Sounds like a TV? Radio maybe?

No, the phone call goes on
for two and a half minutes.

And you only hear it once.

Okay, let's listen.

Couldn't call earlier. I'm on my way.

It's a man's voice.

Someone else was there.

I knew she was lying.

Sergeant Dempsey grew up
in Greenough, Montana.

Became a local celebrity
when she filed a discrimination lawsuit

against the board of education.

They wouldn't let her play football.

One year of junior college.
Then she enlisted in the corps.

Basic training at Parris Island.

Two tours in Iraq
with a civil affairs group

and then EOD school
at Eglin Air Force Base.

- Disciplinary actions?
Yeah.

Three of them. One for fighting.
Two for questioning authority.

Clearly she doesn't play well
with others.

- Family?
- Uh, never been married.

Uh, parents divorced
and one brother living in D.C.

- Boyfriend?
- No one came up.

So I ask you once again,
who was the guy on the phone talking

and why did she lie to us about it?

Well, there's no hard-wired phone
in Sergeant Dempsey's residence.

So our mystery caller
had to be using a cell.

I've checked local towers at that hour.
Usage was very low.

And we know the time
of Sergeant Dempsey's call to 911.

That was 2:25 a.m.

At that exact moment there were only
32 other cellular calls in progress.

- I can run them down.
Okay.

- Pressure Dempsey.
- Aye, aye.

Can you, uh, track her down for me,
Ziva?

- Huh.
- Thanks.

- Sure.
- Hey, Tony. How's it going?

Oh, hey, Ron. You need something?

I'm under the gun here.

Gotta get the artwork
to the printer tomorrow.

But I'm not really sure
I have the cover shot just yet.

I have an idea.

How about that?
It's a beautiful booking photo.

Green does bring up my eyes.

That's pretty good.

Heather Dempsey is not answering.

But there are still emergency vehicles
in front of the ship.

- What's going on?
- There's a bomb threat.

On a ship?
Sounds like a pretty good photo op.

You guys mind if I tag along?

Uh, that's, uh, not a good idea.

You should really ask Gibbs first
this time, Tony.

Grab your photographer, Ronny.

So, what do you think he used?
Acid?

Possibly. There are several methods.

Pineapple, for instance.

- Pineapple?
- Yes. In the 1920s,

a cat burglar named Nigel Hubbard
left no fingerprints.

Baffled Scotland Yard for years.

Pineapple contains an acid. Pectin.

Hubbard pricked each of his fingertips
several times

and then soaked them
in the juice of the fruit.

Oh, it was very painful but effective.

Columellar-labial junction.

The outer portion of his nose here?

No, no, no. Not his. Mine.
I have a confounded itch.

If you would be so kind.

- Oh, I hate it when it does this.
- Wait, wait, wait.

Yes. Ah.

- Am I interrupting something, boys?
- Uh...

Have we come up with a name
for this fellow yet?

No. I was hoping you would help
with that, Duck.

Yeah, well, we may be able
to winnow it down a bit.

His age, for example.

Based on dentition in his bones,
I would say he's a man

between 55 and 60 years of age.

- Okay, that's a start.
- There's more.

- His liver is not his own.
Transplant.

And by the look of the sutures
and the type of procedure used,

I'd say it was done
15 to 20 years ago.

And liver transplants
weren't all that common back then.

Oh, we haven't finished.
There may be more.

I've just be regaling Mr. Palmer
on the methods used by criminals

to remove their fingerprints
over the years.

It's fascinating stuff,
as is the whole history of dactyloscopy.

It goes back to Edward Henry,
inspector general of Bengal in 1897.

What do you got, Agent Krone?

The ship's been evacuated.
Some kind of anti-war protest.

Phoned in a threat.

And we found a suspicious backpack
down below.

- You're investigating a shooting, right?
- Yep.

Need help? I'd love
to show Agent Gibbs what I can do.

I think we've got it covered.

I have worked at the Navy Yard
for five years

and I've never set foot on this boat.

- Ship.
- Whatever.

It's used for ceremonial
purposes. Open to the public for tours.

I'll be topside if you need me.

- Hey.
Hey. You busy?

I wish.
Robbie the Robot's doing my job.

- And where is that?
- Two decks down. Dogs found it.

Microsensors on the robot
sniffed the spectral signature

of explosive compounds.

- Who's he?
- Public affairs officer.

You brought your publicist with you
to a bomb threat?

Can we talk?

A little busy right now,
Agent DiNozzo.

We've got contact.

I'll be standing by.

Against the law
to lie to a federal officer.

You wanna change the statement
you gave us this morning?

Nope.

We know you weren't alone
last night.

Really? Who was I with?

We don't know
but we're gonna find out.

Come on, just one more inch.

Damn. It's hooked
on the pressure release valve.

I'm having trouble getting it off.

Enough with the toys, Master Guns.
Let me go in.

I'm giving it another shot,
Sergeant Dempsey.

All right, come on.

I'm suiting up. Go.

I'm taking one more shot at it.

What did I miss?
Nothing. It is still snagged.

I'm gonna reposition the robot.

If it had a motion sensor,
it would have gone off by now.

You have no idea what's in there.

Back
the robot out. I'm gonna need room.

Backing it out.
Don't say I didn't warn you.

Robot clear and deactivated.

Watch your 6, Dempsey.

Careful, Dempsey.

Are you clear?
Affirmative.

I'm taking it
off the pressure release valve now.

- See? No problem.
- Let's get it to the containment vessel.

I'm here. I'll disarm it now.

Don't be stupid.

Just gonna take a look inside.

Gutsy.

- Or crazy.
- What have we got?

Trouble. There's a timer.
I'm out of here.

Dempsey!

Is she all right?
Get a corpsman.

Yes, sergeant.

Dempsey, are you okay?

You were right.

I was stupid.

Where's DiNozzo and David?

Just called from the infirmary.
Sergeant Dempsey is gonna be okay.

They're keeping her overnight
for observation.

Apparently the bomb was more flash
than bang.

Someone's making a statement.

Special Agent Krone's problem now,
not ours.

You got something
on your mind, Tim?

I eliminated every cell phone
that was in use

during the time
Dempsey called 911.

- Every cell phone except one.
Mm-hm.

- Got a name?
- No.

And it's not gonna be easy.

Spit it out, McGee.

It's a secure phone
registered to the FBI.

Supposed to be here an hour ago.

My daughter had a performance
at school. I told you.

Be nice to me.

I just spent two hours
with our ex-wife.

Yeah, she mention my name?

Not for years.

Hey, you shaved your beard.

That's very observant.

What is that?
It's rice.

I thought
you were picking up cheeseburgers.

It's lamb curry
from the Punjab Express.

We both agree we hate that place.

We did.
But I got a twofer coupon in the mail.

- Well, did you order it spicy or mild?
- Atomic.

So whose cell phone was it?

Why do you need to know?

Home-invasion robbery,
a Marine shot the intruder.

Whoever had that cell phone
was there.

Doesn't sound right.

Marine's female. Attractive.

He was with her at 2:00
in the morning.

She's covering for him.

An affair? No way.

Who is he?

The guy's high up in the Bureau.

Way above our pay grade, Jethro.

Only did one field tour.

Worked his way up
through the bureaucracy

to the highest levels of the FBI.

He's as straight arrow as they come.

Give me his name, will you?

Gary Tolin,

the executive assistant director
of the Criminal Investigations Division.

You have another cereal bowl?

Guns usually speak to me.

They tell me what I need to know.

You, sir, are not cooperating.

This is getting scary. Heh, heh.

Dr. Mallard talks to the dead

and now you're talking to evidence.
Never mind.

Well, it usually works with firearms.

This one's just not saying a peep.

Well, the gun's owner is talking.

Uh, sort of. We need your help.

Well, I need a break.
You, don't go anywhere.

- What do you need?
- We know the intruder

had a liver transplant
between 15 and 20 years ago.

So I'm not sure how complete your
older databases are, but could you?

Run a computer search
of the transplant list and their account?

What do you have so far?

Let me see here. Uh, male, Caucasian,
approximately 55, 73 inches tall.

Green eyes, brown hair.
Blood type: A positive.

And at one point in his life,
fractured his L5 vertebrae.

- Okay, I'm on it.
- Mm.

Bye.

- Go away.
- What?

- Back to the duck pond.
- Right.

You weren't alone, sergeant.

Really?

Your people keep telling me that.

Who was I with?

Executive Assistant Director
Gary Tolin of the FBI.

- What was going on?
What do you think?

I'm tired of the game, sergeant.

Answer the question.

He was speaking at a seminar
on terrorist threat assessment.

We met at the cocktail hour
afterwards, started talking, hit it off.

Found him sort of cute.

I invited him back to my place.

For coffee.

How detailed
do you want me to get?

We were consenting adults.

His being there had nothing to do
with the robbery.

After I shot the guy Gary panicked,
told me he was married.

I told him to go home.

I'd cover.

That was it.

We already gave
you an opportunity...

Can I talk to you outside?

- Nah, I don't buy it.
- What?

Them.

Her. With him?

I mean, she's young, hot,
a Marine bomb tech.

He's an old suit.

Well, I find certain older men...

...attractive.

I don't like being embarrassed
in front of NCIS agents, Fornell.

Sir, they're investigating a death.

You were a witness
and you didn't report it.

My being at her house had nothing
to do with the robbery or the shooting.

It was a stupid indiscretion,

which I hope will be kept
from the Bureau and my wife.

Tell Special Agent Gibbs I will
cooperate fully with the investigation.

But I'd appreciate it if communications
would go through you.

I'll pass that along.

Come on, come on.

Aah! Palmer.

- You said you had something.
- I do.

- I said we'd be right up.
- I know, but I couldn't wait.

I just wanted to show you
before we got to Gibbs.

The computer results are in.

Okay, between 1995 and 2000,
18,212 people had liver transplants

in the United States.

Of those, 10,014 were male.

Now, if we factor in
the deceased's race,

blood type, age, height, hair
and eye color,

our possibilities have now shrunk
to 116 men.

Of those,
only three had a fractured vertebrae.

She's done most of the agents' work.

Oh, no. I've done all of it.

Of the remaining three,
one died in 1997,

one of them is in a nursing home
in Peoria.

And, ta-da,
our winner is Glover Reese,

formerly of Baltimore, Maryland.

Current address unknown.

It's definitely the same guy.

Well, this Baltimore mug shot
was taken in 1980

before files were digitised.

It explains why we didn't get a hit
on facial-recognition.

- What do we know about him?
- He was born in 1952

on a small farm in Maryland.
Moved to Baltimore as a teenager.

Quite a juvenile record.

Oh, that's for sure.
In the '70s he had several busts.

Petty theft, assault and battery.

And then in '78,
he graduated to the big time.

Attempted murder. He spent ten years
of a 15-year sentence at Jessup.

Ironically he got his liver transplant
while there, courtesy of the state.

- We paid for that, right?
Mm-hm.

A year after his release,
he stopped checking in

with his parole officer
and disappeared.

Never to be heard from again.

Au contraire, boss. And this
is the part I think you're gonna love.

His fingerprints were found

at the scenes
of two unsolved murders.

A good reason
to have your prints removed.

- Who'd he kill?
A union boss in Philly

and a millionaire playboy
in Palm Beach.

- Both suspected to be contract hits.
- Really?

Glover Reese wasn't a burglar.

He was a hit man.

Checked with Tolin's office.

They still haven't heard from him
and his cell's turned off.

You find out if your own Marine lady
had any enemies?

DiNozzo's gonna talk to her.

I'll bet the house
Tolin's the hit man's target.

I'm not gonna take that bet.

We at the FBI do tend
to piss people off.

Whoever wants him eliminated
is gonna hire somebody else.

- Put him in protective custody.
- I gotta find him first.

- Excuse me, Mrs. Tolin?
- Yes.

Agent Fornell.

Special Agent Gibbs, NCIS.

We're looking for your husband.
Is he at home?

- No.
- Any idea where we can find him?

He came home a couple hours ago.
Packed and rushed off.

Said it was Bureau business.

Told me he might be gone
a couple days.

Did he say where he was going?

Are either of you married?

No.

Divorced, huh?

Well, I don't know how it was
in your marriages,

but I've been a Bureau wife
for 23 years,

and Gary either can't or won't tell me
about his work.

I have no idea where he went.

Well, if you hear from him,
would you have him give me a call?

The FBI doesn't know where he is?

- Is something wrong?
- We're not sure.

But just to be safe, I'm going to have
agents stationed outside the house.

Now you're scaring me.

I'm gonna make some calls,
see if Tolin is on Bureau business.

Think she knows
he was fooling around?

If she doesn't know, Tobias,
she suspects.

Hey, Ron. It's, uh, Tony DiNozzo.

I've been looking through the pictures
that you sent, and, uh, I don't know.

I can't put my finger on it
but there's something off.

I think I'd like to talk to you about it.

Give me a call when you get a chance.
Thanks.

- Hey, sergeant. How are you feeling?
Okay.

This official business

or did I get a reputation this morning
as an easy hookup?

We identified the man you shot.

He's wanted
for two unsolved murders.

So what?
You're here to give me a medal?

Well, he wasn't a burglar.

He was a contract killer.

- Do you have any enemies?
- None that want me dead.

Well, you got off duty at 1600.
Where have you been?

I was having dinner with my brother.
Want his number?

We may have to put you
under protective custody.

This has got to be about my friend
at the FBI, not me.

We're working that angle.

I'm not buying your story.

I mean, of course,
I understand why Tolin was turned on

but why were you attracted to him?

- You an expert in these things?
- As a matter of fact, I am.

I've always had a father complex.

We through? I've had a tough day.

- Good morning, Ziva.
- Good morning.

What is this?

Downloaded the cases Gary Tolin
supervised over the past five years.

Hopefully, we can find out
who wants him dead.

Of course, you got permission
to copy those files.

There's an index at the front.

Arlington police found
an abandoned, stolen car

a couple blocks
from Sergeant Dempsey's house.

You think our hit man used it?

Well, I think he had
to get there somehow.

And it was hot-wired.

Explains why
he didn't have keys on him.

It's just been towed
into our evidence garage.

I found out
Tolin is not on Bureau business.

He told the director
he wanted a couple personal days.

Oh, tells the Bureau one thing
and his wife another.

Boss, obviously my gut is not
in your league, but it tells me

that Tolin and Heather Dempsey
are hiding something.

- It's more than a one-night stand.
- Whoa.

This is a load of cases.

"Public corruption, civil rights,
organized crime, drugs, kidnapping."

Tolin's an E.A.D.
He's got his hands in everything.

This could take forever.
Tolin is one of yours.

Why isn't the FBI doing this?

Hey, until we know more,
we're running things from here.

Yeah, Gibbs.

Mm-hm.

Be right down.

Gibbs is on his way.

- Wanna meet him at the elevator?
- No, you go ahead.

- What are you doing?
- I'm anticipating Gibbs' next move.

You're such a chess player.

Hello, Abby.

You only had the car for ten minutes.
That's fast even for you.

Found this camera
under the front seat of the car.

Sergeant Dempsey was the target,
boss. Not Tolin.

Get her in here.

I've been tracking Dempsey's
cell and she's in McLean, Virginia.

About six miles from her place.

Well, call her.

She just turned her cell phone off.

Must have seen our caller ID.

Where in McLean?

Howard Rehabilitation Center.

McGee, go on. Take Ziva with you.

- Where are we going?
- Find Sergeant Dempsey.

Hey, amigo,
we bet on the wrong horse.

The hit man was after my Marine,
not your E.A.D.

That doesn't explain
why Tolin's off the grid.

I'm telling you,
those two are up to something.

Excuse me.

- I wonder if you could help us.
- I'll try.

Uh, we're looking for this person
and I thought she might be here.

Heather. You just missed her.

You know her.

Comes almost every day
to visit her brother.

Her brother?
- Judd Dempsey.

Thanks.

- Pardon us. Uh, Judd?
- Yeah.

Hi. NCIS.
Agents McGee and David.

We're looking for your sister.

Gotta be about the burglar she shot.

Yeah. She told you, huh?

This has really been a crazy year
for us with guns.

- What do you mean?
- Heather kills a thief,

and I get shot in the back.

That's why I'm in this.

What happened?

I was in the wrong place
at the wrong time.

I got caught in the crossfire
of a drug turf war

between rival gangs
in southeast D.C.

Judd Dempsey
was an innocent bystander.

Now he's paralysed
from the chest down.

He was working at a 4th Street
homeless shelter. He's a sweet kid.

They are very close.

Dempsey was in Afghanistan
when it happened.

- They get the shooter?
- Yes, they did.

Gene Abbot. He's a local dealer.

After his arrest, he cooperated,
named names.

Was granted immunity

and given a new identity
by the Justice Department.

Guess who recommended the deal?

Everybody's favorite FBI

Executive Assistant Director
Gary P. Tolin.

More than just
a one-night stand, huh?

Heather Dempsey. Come on.

You guys know what this is.
It's Body Heat.

The 1981 classic with William Hurt
and Kathleen Turner.

As much as I hate movie analogies,
I think he's right on with this one.

Heather Dempsey wanted revenge.
She needed Abbott's new identity.

She didn't bump into Tolin
at the seminar by chance.

She went there looking for him.

And then she Kathleen Turnered
on the body heat

and got him back to her place.

More than once. She lied to us.

They met before the seminar.

I checked Tolin's cell phone history.

He was at Dempsey's residence
several times over the last two weeks.

Heather seduced
the new name and identity from him.

That's why Tolin's been acting
so squirrelly.

Heather Dempsey
is gonna kill Abbott.

Sergeant Dempsey's
team leader has not heard from her.

Put out a BOLO on her and her truck.
Got nothing.

Her phone's still off.

Obviously,
she doesn't wanna be found.

You think Abbott hired the hit man
to kill her?

He would if he found out
she was looking for him.

Yeah, it's Gibbs.

Mm-hm. I'll be right up.

Let's go. You're with me, poster boy.

Tobias, what have you got?

I apologize for disappearing,
Agent Gibbs.

I needed some time
to sort some things out.

Wanna tell us what really happened
between you and Heather Dempsey?

I wouldn't admit it at the time,
but I let myself be used.

I should have known
something was wrong.

A woman like Heather
coming on to me.

All she really wanted
was information.

Gene Abbott's new name
and location?

You gave it to her.

I wasn't thinking, clearly.

Abbott's living on a farm
in Eldersburg, Maryland.

Agent Gibbs, I want you to know that
I'm preparing a letter of resignation

detailing everything
that's happened.

It'll be on the director's desk
by the end of the day.

I'm not excusing what I've done,

but Heather did say that
she just wanted to confront Abbott.

And you believe that.

That's her pickup right there.

Check the house.

This is way out of control.
You're crazy.

What? You're not enjoying yourself?

You look like hell.

I can't take this anymore.

Then you know what to do.

Make a sharp move, Gene.

It'll all be over.

But you can't do it.

You're a coward.

You ratted out your homeys
just to stay out of jail.

I'll put you out of your misery.

When I'm ready.

You guys are good.

Help!

She's sick.

This thing, it has a motion sensor.

If I move I'm dead.

So how long has he been here?

A couple days.

Boss, I can call the bomb squad
if you need.

Hm, I don't know.

We've got our own EOD tech
right here.

Call the bomb squad!

Gonna have to answer
some questions first.

What?

You put out a contract
on Sergeant Dempsey?

What's the blast radius?

About 15, 20 feet.

See, I understand
if you're reluctant to answer.

You probably wanna talk
to your lawyer first.

Yeah, we could, uh, get you one
by tomorrow morning.

Although, for a good one
that's gonna take a couple days.

All right.

- All right.
- All right what?

I put the hit out.

Now, get this thing off me.

I wanna make sure
you don't feel coerced,

that you're volunteering
this information.

It was done in self-defense.

Explain.

A neighbor said
she'd been nosing around.

He took down her license number.

When I found out who she was...

You decided to get Sergeant Dempsey
before she got you.

How'd that work out for you?

Heather, you don't want
to ruin your life for this guy.

Go on. Take it off.

You can do it. It's a fake.

I wanted him to suffer.

To feel a little bit
of what my brother feels every day.

Stuck in a chair.

Constant pain.

Unable to do the simplest things
without help.

At the mercy of others.

Italian?

S?, pasta puttanesca.
My nonna's recipe.

Wait until I'm done.

It's good. What's the occasion?

I'm trying to curry favor.

Gene Abbott was charged
with conspiracy to commit.

Well, criminals are stupid.

He didn't realize that the new crime
wasn't covered by his immunity.

What you gonna do
about Dempsey?

Me? Nothing.
She's a hero as far as I'm concerned.

The ATF doesn't see it that way.

They're debating
which charges to file.

Kidnapping, assault,
threat of bodily harm.

- The bomb was bogus, Tobias.
- Hey.

Good luck finding a jury
that'll convict.

You gonna wash up?

What is he doing here so early?

He has not beat me in over a month.

I don't know.

Mid-year reviews
aren't until December.

Tony, what's going on?

For your information, the recruitment
brochure is going to the printer today.

Ron Sands is up
with the director right now

getting the mock-up approved.
It's a big day.

And, um, if you guys would like
autographed copies of the brochure,

I can arrange that.

Here he comes.

- Hey, Ron.
- Oh.

Hey. So, uh, what did the director
have to say?

He was very pleased.
It looks beautiful. So good.

You use the shot at my desk
on the cover?

No.

Oh, I know.

One of the ones from aboard the ship.
That was your idea too.

It was my idea,
but, no, we didn't use that one either.

Oh.

- Abby's lab?
- No.

Shooting range?

Break room?

- No.
- Which one did you use?

The director wanted the image of NCIS
to be one of authority

and integrity.

Leadership.

Isn't that a piece of your shoulder
in the background, Tony?

Yeah. Yeah.

Yeah, it is. Huh.