NCIS (2003–…): Season 9, Episode 10 - Sins of the Father - full transcript
On the waterfront in Washington, DC, two Metro cops find DiNozzo Sr., asleep, amnesic, and hung over at the wheel of a parked rented Rolls-Royce saloon; one of them finds a body inside the boot; the victim, wearing dress blues, was a Naval Reserve lieutenant and aviator but not on active duty; Gibbs and company investigate; at the scene they see who the suspect is, so Gibbs excuses Tony Jr. from the case. While talking in the chat room, Senior tells Gibbs about his relationship with the victim; an officer in the JAG Corps approaches the Gibbs team with useful information; Gibbs, McGee, Ziva, and Abby look under many rocks and talk with many people. Senior mentions a factoid to Gibbs, who offers a bit of advice; Gibbs, Duck, and Abby pursue and persist, then they produce and persuade. Tony, against orders, finds important evidence, then the gang figure out the whole thing and nab the bad guy and a helper. Gibbs, Senior, and Junior prepare for Thanksgiving.
OFFICER 1:
Hmm.
- What's wrong with this picture?
OFFICER 2: Let's check it out.
Someone's in the car.
- Hey. Hey, mister.
MAN: Unh.
- Now let's go, buddy. Out.
MAN: Unh.
OFFICER 2:
Let's get out here.
Whoa.
Easy, easy now. Come on.
Two feet, two feet. Come on, get up.
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Careful. All right, almost there.
Now, easy.
Come on, now. Here you go.
OFFICER 1:
Body.
Hands up.
[MAN GRUNTING]
[ELEVATOR BELL DINGS]
- Good morning, guys.
- Hey, you're in a good mood.
ZIVA: How can you not be?
This is my favorite time of year.
The air is so crisp and so clean.
I did what I always promised myself
I would do. I walked to work.
Good for you, Ziva.
What is that?
Something's that's gonna wipe
the smile right off your face.
Mm, cold case files.
- What am I supposed to do?
McGEE: They're pre-computerization.
They need to be inputted
into the system.
- That sounds like a job for a clerk.
- Ha, ha.
It's a big job and each file
- has to be reviewed by an agent.
- Why me?
Vance gave it to Gibbs.
Gibbs gave it to me.
I'm giving it to you,
our most junior agent.
[GRUNTS]
How was dinner
with your father last night?
Yeah, what was the big news
he had to tell you?
- I don't know. I didn't see him.
- He cancelled?
Not exactly. He never called
to tell me where to meet.
- Did you try and call him?
- Several times.
This is typical of the old man.
It's his MO, if you will.
My high school graduation,
for instance.
I guess technically he would claim
he was there, but where was he really?
[SIGHS]
Anyway, it's not a big deal.
This was dinner.
- So what?
ZIVA: Wait.
So your father's been in town
for two days
and you still have not seen him?
- I'm sorry, Tony.
TONY: Don't be.
I stayed home, shared a 12-year-old
bottle of Cabernet
with Claire Trevor and the Duke.
He watched Stagecoach.
It's an old black-and-white Western.
- John Wayne as the Ringo Kid.
GIBBS: Yeah, well, saddle up, Ringo.
Got a dead naval officer
on the riverfront.
OFFICER:
It's all yours, Agent Gibbs.
Body's in the trunk. Found the suspect
asleep at the wheel.
- This is too easy.
- My partner is holding him,
and for some reason,
he seemed relieved
when he heard
we were calling NCIS.
Guy's a real pain in the ass.
Junior.
- Thank God you're here.
- Dad.
- He was the guy in the car?
OFFICER: Yeah.
Hey, hold on, hold on.
- It's my father.
GIBBS: Exactly.
Get back behind the tape.
Can't compromise a crime scene.
Ziva, process the scene. McGee...
...get the suspect back
to the Navy Yard.
Uh, Junior?
Watch him.
McGee, what's going on?
The cops won't tell me anything.
- You know this guy?
- Yeah.
Repeat offender?
Would you tell Officer Krupke here
I don't have to wear these?
I'm sorry, Mr. DiNozzo, but you do.
[CAMERA CLICKING]
- I didn't see this one coming.
- How could you?
This is going to be a sticky one.
Blunt force trauma?
Why do you need me?
I'll know more
when I get him out of the trunk.
[SIGHS]
Tony.
How'd it go?
Vance wants me to turn the case
over to the FBI
because the suspect
is related to an agent, you.
I convinced him to hold off
until we know more.
- What did my father say?
- I haven't talked to him yet.
- Agent Dorneget is baby-sitting him.
- Dorneget?
Where? Interrogation?
What do we know about the victim?
ZIVA: Lt. Dean Massey.
GIBBS: Sit.
ZIVA:
University of Virginia grad.
All-America rugby player.
OCS at Newport.
Flight training at Pensacola.
Recently divorced. No children.
Divorced. I'd check the ex.
Massey flew fighter jets
in the Gulf War.
After his active duty was over
he became a successful
multimillionaire land developer.
He stayed in the Navy reserve
so he could continue flying
supersonic aircraft.
He's a reservist.
He's not on active duty.
- Why is he wearing a uniform?
- I don't know yet.
- Ziva, give me a timeline on Massey.
- On it.
McGee said there's not even a scratch
on my father.
Right? I mean, the guy's half his age
and he's a rugby player.
Clearly, the guy has been framed.
That's why they parked the car illegally
so they'd find the body. Right?
Well, while we handle
the investigation,
you take care of the cold cases.
- He made any trouble, Dorneget?
- Not really, sir.
He keeps asking if someone
could go back to his hotel
and get him a change of clothes.
Hey, Gibbs, here we are again. Heh.
We gotta stop meeting like this.
Where is Junior?
On the other side of the glass. Heh.
He's sitting this one out.
Oh, what's the fuss?
I had a few drinks last night.
Maybe, uh, too many.
That's all I'm guilty of.
Tell that to the body in the trunk.
Body?
- You don't know anything about it?
- Uh-uh.
His name's Dean Massey.
Lt. Dean Massey. Do you know him?
Massey. I'm, uh...
I'm in a land development deal
with him.
Tell me about it.
Uh, Stoney Ridge
Country Club Estates.
It's a high-end residential
golf course community.
That's, uh, why I'm in D.C.
What's your involvement?
Well, I introduced Massey
to an old friend of mine,
Prince Omar Ibn Alwaan.
Well, you met him, Gibbs. Al.
Well, he brought in
the final piece of financing.
You got a finder's fee?
- Supposedly.
- What does that mean?
Well, I, uh, met with Massey
yesterday at his office
and he informed me that he was
gonna screw me out of my fee
because of some loophole
in the contract.
How'd you leave it with him?
I threatened to kill him.
I remember leaving Massey's office.
I was really pissed off.
I went back to the hotel.
I had a drink or two.
And then I must have gone
someplace else and drank more.
I was really hung over this morning.
- The last time you saw Massey was?
- In his office.
It's all so foggy.
I don't remember anything
until the police picked me up in the car.
- You don't have an alibi?
- What happens now?
We've got 48 hours to press charges
or let you go.
Forty-eight hours?
Gibbs, I got a non-refundable ticket
on a plane
to St. Croix this afternoon.
You got bigger problems than that, sir.
At present, Tony is understating
Senior's proclivity
for misguided adventures.
ABBY:
I always thought Tony was exaggerating
when he told us
those insane stories about his dad.
It appears to be a sliver of glass.
What do you know, Duck?
Lt. Massey here was killed elsewhere
and then put in the car.
I've narrowed the time of death
to between midnight and 2 a.m.
Cause of death, as suspected,
was blunt force trauma.
A cylindrical wound
to the back of the head.
He was likely struck from behind.
Ducky pulled this glass fragment
out of the wound.
Mass spec and I will get to work
on that.
And I'm gonna look for trace evidence
on Lt. Massey's uniform
to see if I can figure out
where he was last night.
Abs, you got the results
of Mr. DiNozzo's blood tests?
It's a standard tox screen.
Came back negative.
Blood alcohol?
We drew the sample
at 8:30 this morning.
It was 0.03.
- Which means?
DUCKY: Well, for a man of his weight,
it decreases 0.02 each hour,
so at 2 a.m.
It would have been 0.15.
That's, like, really drunk.
Hmm. How is Mr. DiNozzo doing?
He claims total memory loss.
Well, considering his age and
the amount of alcohol he consumed,
that's very possible.
- Hey, hey, Dorneget.
- Special Agent DiNozzo.
Hey. Brought you a piece of cake.
Hollander's birthday
in Human Resources.
Thought you might like a slice.
- Thanks.
- Sure.
It's really good. Chocolate, chocolate
with a cream filling
- and there's little crunchies in it.
- Mm.
That's a sweet suit.
Listen, I just need two minutes
- with my dad, okay?
- Uh-uh. No way.
Special Agent Gibbs told me
not to let anyone in, especially you.
[SCOFFS]
You didn't think you could buy me off
with a piece of cake, did you?
No.
Gibbs will never find out.
How is he gonna know?
I'd have to tell him.
Well, then I guess I'd have to tell him
about your little antics
at the Halloween party last month
with Susan Grady
from Polygraph
down in the copy room, huh?
She was dressed as a nun
and you were dressed
as Leroy Jethro Gibbs
with a little silver wig.
- Nobody knew about that.
- I know.
DeNiro. DiNozzo.
I'm watching. Heh, heh.
McGee warned me about you.
Two minutes. No more.
Just, please...
- You're a rock star.
- Just go.
- What's the matter with you?
- Hey, Junior, where you been?
Okay.
Look me in the eye
and tell me you had nothing to do
- with Massey's murder.
- I can't.
I have no recollection
of what happened.
- Dad.
- I was pissed at the guy.
This was the big one.
He screwed me out
of millions of dollars.
Come on, it's always the big one
with you.
This was the real thing, Junior.
- My retirement, your inheritance.
- Where did you get the Rolls Royce?
I rented it.
You don't just pull up to close
a $100-million deal in a taxi cab.
- Where's the Rolls now?
- It's in the garage
- being searched for evidence.
- You gotta return it.
It's costing me $1500 a day.
[DOOR OPENS]
Are you done yet?
- Eat your cake.
- Okay.
I need you to stop talking, okay?
Don't say a word to anyone,
especially Gibbs,
till after you've talked to a lawyer.
Does Hutch still represent you?
No, we had a little, uh, falling out
over past-due fees.
Dad.
[GROANS]
Lieutenant Commander Mosner
with JAG.
- I'm looking for Special Agent Gibbs.
- He's not available.
I'm Special Agent David.
This is Special Agent McGee.
- How may we help?
- I understand you're investigating
- Lt. Massey's death.
ZIVA: Yes, we are.
Massey approached me last night
at the Navy concert.
- He was in uniform?
MOSNER: Yes.
Said he had information pertinent
to a case I'm prosecuting.
Massey was going to come by
my office this morning
to make a statement.
When he didn't show
- I called and found out he was dead.
- Murdered.
JAG. What was the case
you were working on?
- Tony.
TONY: It's okay.
Please continue.
This could be important
to our investigation.
Massey and another pilot,
Lt. Gregory Dennis,
were flying in formation.
Dennis' plane experienced
a problem.
He and his radio officer were forced
to eject over water.
Dennis survived.
The radio officer didn't.
Dennis claimed the plane
had an electrical failure.
And you don't think
that was the case?
Massey suggested last night
that Dennis was lying.
Thank you.
VANCE: There can be no appearance
of either a cover-up or favoritism.
We have to charge him
or turn him over to the FBI.
Mr. DiNozzo has done nothing
to help his case.
I agree.
[KNOCKING ON DOOR]
Excuse me, sir.
Can I talk to you for a second?
- What is it, Agent DiNozzo?
- My father may be a lot of things,
but he's not a murderer.
I understand
where you're coming from.
But unfortunately,
we can't go on a son's intuition.
We need either evidence
or we need proof.
- How about reasonable doubt?
- There's a JAG officer downstairs
investigating a death
in an aircraft accident.
Lt. Massey said that he had important
information regarding her case,
but then he didn't show up
this morning at a scheduled meeting.
Maybe he was silenced.
I'll give you 24 hours.
Then I call the Bureau.
Thank you, sir.
Under no circumstances,
Agent DiNozzo,
do you go anywhere
near this investigation or your father.
If need be, I suggest you
take a couple of personal days.
Commander Mosner,
Special Agent Gibbs.
Let's talk in the conference room.
Ziva, McGee,
get over to Massey's office.
Have fun, guys. Good luck.
Don't worry about me.
I'll be right here,
inputting cold case files.
HUNT:
We're all in shock.
Most of the employees
have been sent home early.
I stayed to plan a memorial for Dean.
- I'm sure the news was upsetting.
- Can I ask? We heard a rumor.
Was Anthony DiNozzo arrested?
Were you with them
in the meeting yesterday?
- Yes.
- What happened?
DiNozzo came here
expecting us to hand him a check.
Massey wasn't going to let
that happen.
- Why?
- Well, while it's true
that DiNozzo brought in
a major piece of the financing,
the deal had to be consummated
within one year, and it wasn't.
According to a strict reading
of our contract with DiNozzo,
we did not have to pay
the finder's fee.
As the company's lawyer,
I assume that was your doing.
Well, no. When it came to business,
Dean Massey was ruthless.
I tried to talk him
into giving DiNozzo something,
but he wouldn't budge.
I even called DiNozzo
at his hotel afterward.
I said, "Sit tight. I'd work on Massey."
But...
How upset was DiNozzo
when he left?
He was out of his mind.
Uh, I can show you.
- Linda?
LINDA [ON SPEAKERS]: Mr. Hunt?
You're still here. Could you come
into the conference room?
- I need your help.
- Sure.
Dean Massey
was very detail-oriented.
I imagine it was his military training.
Every meeting in here was recorded.
Linda, could you pull up
yesterday's meeting with Mr. DiNozzo?
- Certainly.
- Was DiNozzo notified
- that he was being recorded?
- Oh, yes.
And just skip to the, uh,
last 20 seconds.
LINDA:
Here we are.
MASSEY: Meeting's over, DiNozzo.
TONY SR: You're a cheating bastard.
- You're not gonna get away with this.
MASSEY: Yeah?
- Sue me.
- Oh, I'm not gonna sue you.
- I'm gonna kill you.
HUNT: Hey, hey, let him go.
- Get off him. Security.
MASSEY: Unh! Unh!
MASSEY: Remove him.
TONY SR: All right.
GUARD: Take it easy.
Sir, you're gonna have to leave now.
Oh, I'm not gonna sue you.
I'm gonna kill you.
TONY: He's hanging himself.
- Don't give up hope, Tony.
I gave up hope when he started
dating girls younger than me,
and that was the late '80s.
I tracked down Massey's ex-wife.
- It's about time.
- I'm on my way to meet her.
TONY SR:
Ziva.
Oh, you look ravishing as ever.
Junior, when are you gonna
come to your senses
and sweep this gorgeous creature
off her feet, hm?
Dad, I'm so sorry that
they didn't let me talk to you earlier.
- I would ask you how you are, but l...
- Oh, minor bump in the road.
All a mistake.
It'll be cleared up soon though.
Right, Gibbs?
- Bye.
- Oh.
Dorney, could you get me
a glass of water?
- My throat's a little scratchy.
- Sure thing, Mr. D.
Gibbs, keep your eye on that boy.
Wonderful agent.
I predict a big future.
Well, here I am.
Something must be up.
Transferring you to the
federal detention center for tonight.
TONY SR:
Detention center?
Oh, I don't like the sound of that.
Well, hopefully you won't be there
for long.
Why do I have the picture
of a shaved head, tattooed,
neo-Nazi cell mate?
- I don't think it's gonna be that bad.
- Let's find out.
- Let's take a look.
- Lt. Dennis, the pilot, has arrived.
Bring him to Interrogation.
Good Godfrey!
This joint is out of Dickens.
I thought the government closed
these places down.
They were,
until Congress cut off the funds.
Boss, there's gotta be
some other alternative.
TONY SR:
You guys gotta be kidding.
Dorneget, take Mr. DiNozzo to the
break room, get him something to eat.
- Yes, sir.
- He gives you any trouble, shoot him.
He's joking.
I think.
Why is NCIS getting involved
in an accident
that's being investigated
by the Navy Safety Center?
Criminal activity and murder
may have something to do with it.
Okay, my radio officer's death
was totally accidental.
I'm not talking about
your radio officer.
I'm talking about Lt. Massey.
- What?
- Massey was murdered last night.
Where were you
between midnight and 3 a. M?
Uh...
On the road. I was driving back
from my parents' home in Georgia.
In the middle of the night?
- Don't like traffic.
- We'll check it out.
Go ahead.
Lt. Massey
approached a JAG prosecutor
who said that you weren't
telling the truth about the accident.
- That's crazy.
- You spoke to Massey recently?
[CLEARS THROAT]
I'm not saying any more
until I consult my lawyer.
[CHILDREN CHATTERING]
So when was the last time
you saw your ex-husband?
Months ago. We've been divorced
almost four years.
- Do you keep in touch?
- No reason to.
Maybe if we'd had kids.
I wanted them, he didn't.
- That why you got divorced?
- That and the fact we just grew apart.
The marriage was over when I realized
I was my husband's third love.
His first two were making money
and flying military jets.
- Sorry.
- Don't be.
The early years of our marriage
were happy.
He loved the Navy.
I loved being a Navy wife.
We lived on bases
all around the world.
I got to see places I never dreamed
I would, and he was off flying.
What happened?
MAN: Put it right there, son.
- Thank you.
Have a nice Thanksgiving.
After Dean left active duty,
he went into real estate development.
He became obsessed
with making money.
He wasn't the man I married.
Yeah, we were told
he was ruthless in business.
It must have made your
divorce settlement, um, difficult.
I had a good lawyer,
and I made out okay.
I'm financially set
for the rest of my life.
I have no future claim on his estate,
if that's what you're wondering.
- With his death, who gets his money?
- I have no idea.
You should talk to Morgan Hunt,
his lawyer.
Hey, Abby.
Oh, McGee, have you ever been
- in a Rolls Royce before?
- Uh-uh.
The leather smells so good.
And it's soft, like butter.
Get in.
- Hm?
- Ooh.
[McGEE SIGHS]
Ooh.
- Nice.
- Nice.
So you find anything?
I downloaded the nav system to try
to find out where the car has been.
But Tony's dad never turned it on.
It's an age thing.
You don't think that Senior
can actually kill anybody, do you?
Well, Gibbs said to remain objective.
I suggest you do the same.
- That's getting a little hard.
- Why?
Well, Senior said
that he only drove the car
from the rental place to the meeting
and then to the hotel.
But then when I compared
the mileage on the odometer
to the rental agreement,
he drove 122 miles.
Where else did he go?
Come here. I'm going back over
the trace evidence from the car
to try to figure out
where the murder occurred.
Lt. Massey had stains
on his jacket and his pants
that tested to be red wine.
The fragment Ducky
pulled from his skull.
It is glass.
Magnified you can see the striations.
It was hand-blown
and it was stretched.
If I were a betting man,
which I am not,
I would wager that
Lt. Massey was bludgeoned
with a bottle of vintage wine.
HUNT:
Thank you, Linda.
This is Dean's will.
I'm filing it with the court tomorrow,
and I can get you a copy after that.
But it's pretty simple.
All his assets are placed in trust.
- Who is the beneficiary?
- The Navy.
The Navy?
All the proceeds go
to various Navy charities.
Hospitals, veterans' organizations,
scholarship funds.
The Navy was his life.
ZIVA:
Hm.
Hey, McGee.
Hey, Tony.
- Bring me up to speed.
- Heh.
No way, Tony.
You know that I can't talk to you.
- Don't make me hurt you.
- I say anything to you, Gibbs'll kill me.
[TONY CHUCKLES]
Okay, I get it. I just...
[BOTH GRUNTING]
McGEE: Give that back.
- Oh, no.
- Give it back. Give it back. Come on.
- No. No. No.
- Give it back.
- No.
Hi, Jen.
You put a BOLO out on a Porsche?
- Is it Massey's?
- Yes. We checked out his residence.
There was no sign of a struggle,
but one of his cars is missing.
You track Massey's whereabouts?
Where he went after the concert?
Tony, I'm not telling you any more.
- You check Senior's hotel room?
- Blah, blah, blah.
I cannot hear you, Tony.
Listen, this is my father, Tim.
Just give me something.
Your father's room was clear.
The pilot, Lt. Dennis,
did his alibi check out?
Tony, you have to realize that
we are working every angle possible.
But we are one
very special agent short.
One more thing.
Where did Dennis claim to be?
Because I...
Tim, I told you Gibbs and Vance
told me to stay away from the case.
TONY SR:
Not too tight, Dorney.
- Hey, Junior, where you been?
- What's going on here?
TONY SR:
Your boss is a sweetheart.
Came up with a way to keep me
out of the slammer for the night.
- GPS monitor.
- Yes, sir.
Where you spending the night?
My place.
GIBBS:
Where you going, chief?
What's the matter, Gibbs?
Don't trust me? Standing watch?
No. No, I always rack here.
I had trouble sleeping.
I thought I'd, uh, get a glass of milk
or something stronger.
[GIBBS GRUNTS]
GIBBS:
I'll warm up some milk for you.
TONY SR:
Yeah, right.
Booze is what got me
into this mess.
You have low-fat?
Whole milk will be great.
I don't mean to be uncooperative,
Gibbs.
It's, uh, just that I was so loaded last
night that I don't remember anything.
[MICROWAVE BEEPING]
You think there's a chance
I killed Massey?
Funny thing is,
I could always hold my liquor.
[TONY SR. SIGHS]
I know you and I haven't been, uh,
the best of friends
for the past couple of years,
but, uh...
why'd you stick your neck out for me?
- Let me stay here?
- I didn't do it for you.
[MICROWAVE BEEPS]
I did it for your son.
He deserves better.
You're right, Gibbs. He does.
I thought that when this deal
went through, I'd be set.
I could retire.
No more hustling.
I'd be able to be the person
I always pretended to be.
Leave some money for Junior.
- Real money.
- You don't get it.
Tony never wanted your money.
He wants a father.
DUCKY: Ah, you're looking
much better, Anthony.
Nothing like a warm shower
and a clean change of clothes.
May I assume that you've worked on
living, breathing bodies before, doc?
Heh, heh, heh. Once or twice.
Do we have to do this again?
Abby already drew blood.
That was for blood alcohol
and a standard tox screen.
Gibbs wants a full panel.
Oh, but, uh, let's start with this,
shall we?
There's a restroom
just around the corner.
I can handle this myself, Dorney.
[DOOR OPENS THEN CLOSES]
How'd it go with my father last night?
- Where is he?
- Autopsy.
You shot him.
Can't say I blame you.
Well, you guys obviously put
the fear of God into Lt. Dennis.
His lawyer called last night.
He wants to make a deal.
- He confessed?
MOSNER: Yes.
But not to Lt. Massey's murder.
- Swears he had nothing to do with it.
- Alibi checked out.
We got tollbooth video and
smart passes confirming his timeline.
[PHONE RINGS]
Special Agent McGee.
MOSNER: Dennis came clean
on the aircraft incident.
It was pilot error.
He was hot-dogging.
He even provided us with a cockpit
recording he was hiding.
Thanks.
Virginia State Police found
Massey's Porsche.
- Where?
- On a back road
at the Stoney Ridge development.
Things keep getting worse
for the old man.
Ziva, McGee, go.
Hey, Abs, Gibbs just sent me down
to find out, uh, what you found out.
What are you talking about?
You know, that thing
you're working on for him.
Tony, I'm not telling you anything about
your father's case. My lips are sealed.
Oh, come on.
I mean, I'm just doing...
I'm desperate, Abby.
I'm sorry.
Now leave
and consider yourself banished.
- What's this?
- Your father's urine.
I'm going.
I heard Massey was bludgeoned
with a vintage bottle of wine.
- Stains on his uniform?
- I'm not helping you.
- Was it a Bordeaux?
- Out.
ZIVA:
McGee. Over here.
McGEE:
What do you got?
Could be the murder weapon.
[CAMERA CLICKING]
[SIGHS]
Like father, like son.
Only person I ever saw mix decaf
and regular like this is Tony.
- Really?
- You guys look alike.
Have the same mannerisms.
You must be really close.
He's very concerned about you.
- You close with your father?
- He died just before my first birthday.
- I'm sorry.
- He was a Detroit cop.
Got killed in a traffic accident.
- Junior, where have you been?
- Dorneget, take five.
Sir, we're out in the open.
If Gibbs comes by, I'm dead.
Junior, we have no secrets
from Dorney.
Well, it's not looking good, Dad.
The family bottle of wine,
did you bring it to D. C?
How'd you know?
- You like fine wine?
- I don't drink, sir.
- Of course you don't.
- 1968 Chat?au La Clare.
I bought it the year
that Junior was born.
Must be worth a fortune by now.
Been saving it for a special occasion.
Dad, there is a good chance that
that bottle was used
as the murder weapon.
Junior.
Did I kill him?
Where's that bottle now?
The last time I saw it,
it was in the Rolls.
I was taking the wine
to the restaurant
to celebrate the closing of the deal
with you.
What restaurant?
Because you never told me.
I was gonna take you
to Halligan's Pub for a drink
and then to the Adams House
for a rib-eye.
Did you go to either place?
Maybe. I don't know.
Okay. All right.
[SIGHS]
- What have you got?
- Found the murder weapon.
ABBY: The traces of blood
on the bottle match the victim.
- It's pricey.
- Tire tracks found at the crime scene
belong to the Rolls Royce.
Anything else?
I got an AFIS match on
a right thumbprint off the bottle.
We got motive, we got means
and opportunity.
It's time to book him.
Good job.
FBI's on the way.
I am sure you want to see Tony,
but we can't find him.
McGEE: Called his cell again, boss.
It's turned off.
No one has any idea where he is?
Hi.
Sorry, we're not open till 5:00,
my friend.
NCIS, Special Agent DiNozzo.
DiNozzo? Heh, look at you.
You gotta be Anthony's kid, huh?
Heh, heh.
- Yeah.
- Yeah.
- You know him?
- One of my favorites.
Comes in whenever he's in town.
- Was he here a couple of nights ago?
- Yeah.
Is he all right?
I was worried about him.
- Why?
- Well, usually he can hold his liquor,
but the other night he had a
couple of drinks and he got wasted
and I was gonna go call a cab, but
then this lady that he picked up
offered to drive him back to his hotel
and his car and, uh, heh...
He may be getting up there,
but he's still got a way with the women.
This woman that he left with,
do you know her?
- Never saw her before.
- Can you describe her?
Attractive. A lot younger than him.
Um, forties, I'd guess.
- You have video surveillance in here?
- Uh, yeah.
Who doesn't these days?
Right up there in the corner.
Great. I'm gonna need to see it.
AGENT:
Let's go.
ABBY:
Wait, wait, wait.
Oh, my God.
I'm so glad you're still here.
[ABBY SIGHS]
- I don't think you killed anyone.
- Really?
Don't take him anywhere.
I have no idea who you are, lady,
but we're leaving.
Hey. Hold up.
Gibbs, I ran specific tox screens
for several sedatives
and benzodiazepines.
I got a hit. Flunitrazepam.
- A roofie. The date-rape drug.
- "Date rape"?
Mr. DiNozzo's fingerprints
were only on the barrel of the bottle,
not on the neck, where you would grip
if you were gonna use it as a weapon.
That part was suspiciously
wiped clean.
[PHONE RINGS]
McGEE:
Special Agent McGee.
- Boss, it's Tony. Tony, where are you?
TONY [OVER PHONE]: Never mind.
I'm e-mailing you a photo of a woman
my father left a bar with.
I need you to ID her.
Come here.
You know her?
She's attractive.
I have absolutely no idea
who she is.
She works at Massey's company.
Take off the cuffs.
You heard him.
TONY SR:
Linda?
I've been told we've met before.
Strange, I usually remember
a pretty face.
We know you left the bar with him
night before last.
Did you slip me a roofie?
ZIVA:
Is there a place we can talk?
Yes.
GIBBS: You're at least an accomplice
to Dean Massey's murder.
- I was told no one would get hurt.
- Who told you that?
Morgan Hunt.
- What's gonna happen to me?
- Depends how cooperative you are.
I'd been working here
for about a year
before Morgan
and I started seeing each other.
We kept it quiet,
but it started getting serious.
We talked about marriage.
- What happened?
- After the incident with Mr. DiNozzo,
Morgan came to my office
and told me
that Mr. Massey was gonna
try to shaft him too.
- How?
- Their confrontation is recorded.
As you know,
every meeting in this room is.
Morgan asked me to erase
his argument with Mr. Massey.
- Did you?
- Yes.
But I kept
a protective copy for myself,
just in case either of them tried
to mess with me.
I thought
I was dealing with reputable people.
There's no one you can trust here.
- Where's the copy?
- On a flash in my office.
Get it. Ziva, go with her.
Going someplace, Morgan?
[MORGAN GRUNTS]
Teamwork.
Just like you and Junior.
Coming up is what Morgan Hunt
instructed his girlfriend to delete.
You know what? I think I'm gonna be
just as tough with you.
- What are you talking about?
- Your employment contract's expired.
I'm not renewing it.
I've found a new lawyer.
He's younger, more aggressive.
I'm also removing you
as executor of my estate.
You bastard. Unbelievable.
The Navy gets the proceeds
of Massey's estate.
But the executor fees
that Hunt stood to collect
would be north of
seven figures a year.
That sounds like a motive.
Hunt's secretary confessed
to drugging DiNozzo
and driving him
to the golf course.
Hunt lured Massey out there
and killed him with the wine bottle.
So how do we handle
our predicament?
- What predicament?
- Agent DiNozzo disobeyed
direct orders from both of us.
He stuck his nose in the case.
What are you gonna do?
- Ignore it.
- That's what I figured.
- Gibbs.
- Yeah?
- Hey.
- Hey.
[SIGHS]
What's the matter?
My old man did it again.
Went by the hotel to see him.
He's gone. Checked out.
Did I get a phone call? No.
Didn't even tell me.
Shouldn't be surprised.
What am I gonna do with that guy?
He makes me crazy.
[SIGHS]
- I should be really pissed off with him.
- Mm-hm.
So why aren't you?
I really thought I was gonna lose him
there for a second.
And as crazy as he makes me...
I do love the guy.
The pathetic thing is
I've never been able to tell him.
GIBBS:
Hmm.
Consider it done, Junior.
Dad, what are you doing here?
Well, when the deal fell through,
I couldn't afford the hotel
and Gibbs offered me a room.
- You're staying in town?
- Thursday is Thanksgiving.
I wanted to be with you.
Do something with this, Junior.
Want an apron?
Hmm.
- What's wrong with this picture?
OFFICER 2: Let's check it out.
Someone's in the car.
- Hey. Hey, mister.
MAN: Unh.
- Now let's go, buddy. Out.
MAN: Unh.
OFFICER 2:
Let's get out here.
Whoa.
Easy, easy now. Come on.
Two feet, two feet. Come on, get up.
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Careful. All right, almost there.
Now, easy.
Come on, now. Here you go.
OFFICER 1:
Body.
Hands up.
[MAN GRUNTING]
[ELEVATOR BELL DINGS]
- Good morning, guys.
- Hey, you're in a good mood.
ZIVA: How can you not be?
This is my favorite time of year.
The air is so crisp and so clean.
I did what I always promised myself
I would do. I walked to work.
Good for you, Ziva.
What is that?
Something's that's gonna wipe
the smile right off your face.
Mm, cold case files.
- What am I supposed to do?
McGEE: They're pre-computerization.
They need to be inputted
into the system.
- That sounds like a job for a clerk.
- Ha, ha.
It's a big job and each file
- has to be reviewed by an agent.
- Why me?
Vance gave it to Gibbs.
Gibbs gave it to me.
I'm giving it to you,
our most junior agent.
[GRUNTS]
How was dinner
with your father last night?
Yeah, what was the big news
he had to tell you?
- I don't know. I didn't see him.
- He cancelled?
Not exactly. He never called
to tell me where to meet.
- Did you try and call him?
- Several times.
This is typical of the old man.
It's his MO, if you will.
My high school graduation,
for instance.
I guess technically he would claim
he was there, but where was he really?
[SIGHS]
Anyway, it's not a big deal.
This was dinner.
- So what?
ZIVA: Wait.
So your father's been in town
for two days
and you still have not seen him?
- I'm sorry, Tony.
TONY: Don't be.
I stayed home, shared a 12-year-old
bottle of Cabernet
with Claire Trevor and the Duke.
He watched Stagecoach.
It's an old black-and-white Western.
- John Wayne as the Ringo Kid.
GIBBS: Yeah, well, saddle up, Ringo.
Got a dead naval officer
on the riverfront.
OFFICER:
It's all yours, Agent Gibbs.
Body's in the trunk. Found the suspect
asleep at the wheel.
- This is too easy.
- My partner is holding him,
and for some reason,
he seemed relieved
when he heard
we were calling NCIS.
Guy's a real pain in the ass.
Junior.
- Thank God you're here.
- Dad.
- He was the guy in the car?
OFFICER: Yeah.
Hey, hold on, hold on.
- It's my father.
GIBBS: Exactly.
Get back behind the tape.
Can't compromise a crime scene.
Ziva, process the scene. McGee...
...get the suspect back
to the Navy Yard.
Uh, Junior?
Watch him.
McGee, what's going on?
The cops won't tell me anything.
- You know this guy?
- Yeah.
Repeat offender?
Would you tell Officer Krupke here
I don't have to wear these?
I'm sorry, Mr. DiNozzo, but you do.
[CAMERA CLICKING]
- I didn't see this one coming.
- How could you?
This is going to be a sticky one.
Blunt force trauma?
Why do you need me?
I'll know more
when I get him out of the trunk.
[SIGHS]
Tony.
How'd it go?
Vance wants me to turn the case
over to the FBI
because the suspect
is related to an agent, you.
I convinced him to hold off
until we know more.
- What did my father say?
- I haven't talked to him yet.
- Agent Dorneget is baby-sitting him.
- Dorneget?
Where? Interrogation?
What do we know about the victim?
ZIVA: Lt. Dean Massey.
GIBBS: Sit.
ZIVA:
University of Virginia grad.
All-America rugby player.
OCS at Newport.
Flight training at Pensacola.
Recently divorced. No children.
Divorced. I'd check the ex.
Massey flew fighter jets
in the Gulf War.
After his active duty was over
he became a successful
multimillionaire land developer.
He stayed in the Navy reserve
so he could continue flying
supersonic aircraft.
He's a reservist.
He's not on active duty.
- Why is he wearing a uniform?
- I don't know yet.
- Ziva, give me a timeline on Massey.
- On it.
McGee said there's not even a scratch
on my father.
Right? I mean, the guy's half his age
and he's a rugby player.
Clearly, the guy has been framed.
That's why they parked the car illegally
so they'd find the body. Right?
Well, while we handle
the investigation,
you take care of the cold cases.
- He made any trouble, Dorneget?
- Not really, sir.
He keeps asking if someone
could go back to his hotel
and get him a change of clothes.
Hey, Gibbs, here we are again. Heh.
We gotta stop meeting like this.
Where is Junior?
On the other side of the glass. Heh.
He's sitting this one out.
Oh, what's the fuss?
I had a few drinks last night.
Maybe, uh, too many.
That's all I'm guilty of.
Tell that to the body in the trunk.
Body?
- You don't know anything about it?
- Uh-uh.
His name's Dean Massey.
Lt. Dean Massey. Do you know him?
Massey. I'm, uh...
I'm in a land development deal
with him.
Tell me about it.
Uh, Stoney Ridge
Country Club Estates.
It's a high-end residential
golf course community.
That's, uh, why I'm in D.C.
What's your involvement?
Well, I introduced Massey
to an old friend of mine,
Prince Omar Ibn Alwaan.
Well, you met him, Gibbs. Al.
Well, he brought in
the final piece of financing.
You got a finder's fee?
- Supposedly.
- What does that mean?
Well, I, uh, met with Massey
yesterday at his office
and he informed me that he was
gonna screw me out of my fee
because of some loophole
in the contract.
How'd you leave it with him?
I threatened to kill him.
I remember leaving Massey's office.
I was really pissed off.
I went back to the hotel.
I had a drink or two.
And then I must have gone
someplace else and drank more.
I was really hung over this morning.
- The last time you saw Massey was?
- In his office.
It's all so foggy.
I don't remember anything
until the police picked me up in the car.
- You don't have an alibi?
- What happens now?
We've got 48 hours to press charges
or let you go.
Forty-eight hours?
Gibbs, I got a non-refundable ticket
on a plane
to St. Croix this afternoon.
You got bigger problems than that, sir.
At present, Tony is understating
Senior's proclivity
for misguided adventures.
ABBY:
I always thought Tony was exaggerating
when he told us
those insane stories about his dad.
It appears to be a sliver of glass.
What do you know, Duck?
Lt. Massey here was killed elsewhere
and then put in the car.
I've narrowed the time of death
to between midnight and 2 a.m.
Cause of death, as suspected,
was blunt force trauma.
A cylindrical wound
to the back of the head.
He was likely struck from behind.
Ducky pulled this glass fragment
out of the wound.
Mass spec and I will get to work
on that.
And I'm gonna look for trace evidence
on Lt. Massey's uniform
to see if I can figure out
where he was last night.
Abs, you got the results
of Mr. DiNozzo's blood tests?
It's a standard tox screen.
Came back negative.
Blood alcohol?
We drew the sample
at 8:30 this morning.
It was 0.03.
- Which means?
DUCKY: Well, for a man of his weight,
it decreases 0.02 each hour,
so at 2 a.m.
It would have been 0.15.
That's, like, really drunk.
Hmm. How is Mr. DiNozzo doing?
He claims total memory loss.
Well, considering his age and
the amount of alcohol he consumed,
that's very possible.
- Hey, hey, Dorneget.
- Special Agent DiNozzo.
Hey. Brought you a piece of cake.
Hollander's birthday
in Human Resources.
Thought you might like a slice.
- Thanks.
- Sure.
It's really good. Chocolate, chocolate
with a cream filling
- and there's little crunchies in it.
- Mm.
That's a sweet suit.
Listen, I just need two minutes
- with my dad, okay?
- Uh-uh. No way.
Special Agent Gibbs told me
not to let anyone in, especially you.
[SCOFFS]
You didn't think you could buy me off
with a piece of cake, did you?
No.
Gibbs will never find out.
How is he gonna know?
I'd have to tell him.
Well, then I guess I'd have to tell him
about your little antics
at the Halloween party last month
with Susan Grady
from Polygraph
down in the copy room, huh?
She was dressed as a nun
and you were dressed
as Leroy Jethro Gibbs
with a little silver wig.
- Nobody knew about that.
- I know.
DeNiro. DiNozzo.
I'm watching. Heh, heh.
McGee warned me about you.
Two minutes. No more.
Just, please...
- You're a rock star.
- Just go.
- What's the matter with you?
- Hey, Junior, where you been?
Okay.
Look me in the eye
and tell me you had nothing to do
- with Massey's murder.
- I can't.
I have no recollection
of what happened.
- Dad.
- I was pissed at the guy.
This was the big one.
He screwed me out
of millions of dollars.
Come on, it's always the big one
with you.
This was the real thing, Junior.
- My retirement, your inheritance.
- Where did you get the Rolls Royce?
I rented it.
You don't just pull up to close
a $100-million deal in a taxi cab.
- Where's the Rolls now?
- It's in the garage
- being searched for evidence.
- You gotta return it.
It's costing me $1500 a day.
[DOOR OPENS]
Are you done yet?
- Eat your cake.
- Okay.
I need you to stop talking, okay?
Don't say a word to anyone,
especially Gibbs,
till after you've talked to a lawyer.
Does Hutch still represent you?
No, we had a little, uh, falling out
over past-due fees.
Dad.
[GROANS]
Lieutenant Commander Mosner
with JAG.
- I'm looking for Special Agent Gibbs.
- He's not available.
I'm Special Agent David.
This is Special Agent McGee.
- How may we help?
- I understand you're investigating
- Lt. Massey's death.
ZIVA: Yes, we are.
Massey approached me last night
at the Navy concert.
- He was in uniform?
MOSNER: Yes.
Said he had information pertinent
to a case I'm prosecuting.
Massey was going to come by
my office this morning
to make a statement.
When he didn't show
- I called and found out he was dead.
- Murdered.
JAG. What was the case
you were working on?
- Tony.
TONY: It's okay.
Please continue.
This could be important
to our investigation.
Massey and another pilot,
Lt. Gregory Dennis,
were flying in formation.
Dennis' plane experienced
a problem.
He and his radio officer were forced
to eject over water.
Dennis survived.
The radio officer didn't.
Dennis claimed the plane
had an electrical failure.
And you don't think
that was the case?
Massey suggested last night
that Dennis was lying.
Thank you.
VANCE: There can be no appearance
of either a cover-up or favoritism.
We have to charge him
or turn him over to the FBI.
Mr. DiNozzo has done nothing
to help his case.
I agree.
[KNOCKING ON DOOR]
Excuse me, sir.
Can I talk to you for a second?
- What is it, Agent DiNozzo?
- My father may be a lot of things,
but he's not a murderer.
I understand
where you're coming from.
But unfortunately,
we can't go on a son's intuition.
We need either evidence
or we need proof.
- How about reasonable doubt?
- There's a JAG officer downstairs
investigating a death
in an aircraft accident.
Lt. Massey said that he had important
information regarding her case,
but then he didn't show up
this morning at a scheduled meeting.
Maybe he was silenced.
I'll give you 24 hours.
Then I call the Bureau.
Thank you, sir.
Under no circumstances,
Agent DiNozzo,
do you go anywhere
near this investigation or your father.
If need be, I suggest you
take a couple of personal days.
Commander Mosner,
Special Agent Gibbs.
Let's talk in the conference room.
Ziva, McGee,
get over to Massey's office.
Have fun, guys. Good luck.
Don't worry about me.
I'll be right here,
inputting cold case files.
HUNT:
We're all in shock.
Most of the employees
have been sent home early.
I stayed to plan a memorial for Dean.
- I'm sure the news was upsetting.
- Can I ask? We heard a rumor.
Was Anthony DiNozzo arrested?
Were you with them
in the meeting yesterday?
- Yes.
- What happened?
DiNozzo came here
expecting us to hand him a check.
Massey wasn't going to let
that happen.
- Why?
- Well, while it's true
that DiNozzo brought in
a major piece of the financing,
the deal had to be consummated
within one year, and it wasn't.
According to a strict reading
of our contract with DiNozzo,
we did not have to pay
the finder's fee.
As the company's lawyer,
I assume that was your doing.
Well, no. When it came to business,
Dean Massey was ruthless.
I tried to talk him
into giving DiNozzo something,
but he wouldn't budge.
I even called DiNozzo
at his hotel afterward.
I said, "Sit tight. I'd work on Massey."
But...
How upset was DiNozzo
when he left?
He was out of his mind.
Uh, I can show you.
- Linda?
LINDA [ON SPEAKERS]: Mr. Hunt?
You're still here. Could you come
into the conference room?
- I need your help.
- Sure.
Dean Massey
was very detail-oriented.
I imagine it was his military training.
Every meeting in here was recorded.
Linda, could you pull up
yesterday's meeting with Mr. DiNozzo?
- Certainly.
- Was DiNozzo notified
- that he was being recorded?
- Oh, yes.
And just skip to the, uh,
last 20 seconds.
LINDA:
Here we are.
MASSEY: Meeting's over, DiNozzo.
TONY SR: You're a cheating bastard.
- You're not gonna get away with this.
MASSEY: Yeah?
- Sue me.
- Oh, I'm not gonna sue you.
- I'm gonna kill you.
HUNT: Hey, hey, let him go.
- Get off him. Security.
MASSEY: Unh! Unh!
MASSEY: Remove him.
TONY SR: All right.
GUARD: Take it easy.
Sir, you're gonna have to leave now.
Oh, I'm not gonna sue you.
I'm gonna kill you.
TONY: He's hanging himself.
- Don't give up hope, Tony.
I gave up hope when he started
dating girls younger than me,
and that was the late '80s.
I tracked down Massey's ex-wife.
- It's about time.
- I'm on my way to meet her.
TONY SR:
Ziva.
Oh, you look ravishing as ever.
Junior, when are you gonna
come to your senses
and sweep this gorgeous creature
off her feet, hm?
Dad, I'm so sorry that
they didn't let me talk to you earlier.
- I would ask you how you are, but l...
- Oh, minor bump in the road.
All a mistake.
It'll be cleared up soon though.
Right, Gibbs?
- Bye.
- Oh.
Dorney, could you get me
a glass of water?
- My throat's a little scratchy.
- Sure thing, Mr. D.
Gibbs, keep your eye on that boy.
Wonderful agent.
I predict a big future.
Well, here I am.
Something must be up.
Transferring you to the
federal detention center for tonight.
TONY SR:
Detention center?
Oh, I don't like the sound of that.
Well, hopefully you won't be there
for long.
Why do I have the picture
of a shaved head, tattooed,
neo-Nazi cell mate?
- I don't think it's gonna be that bad.
- Let's find out.
- Let's take a look.
- Lt. Dennis, the pilot, has arrived.
Bring him to Interrogation.
Good Godfrey!
This joint is out of Dickens.
I thought the government closed
these places down.
They were,
until Congress cut off the funds.
Boss, there's gotta be
some other alternative.
TONY SR:
You guys gotta be kidding.
Dorneget, take Mr. DiNozzo to the
break room, get him something to eat.
- Yes, sir.
- He gives you any trouble, shoot him.
He's joking.
I think.
Why is NCIS getting involved
in an accident
that's being investigated
by the Navy Safety Center?
Criminal activity and murder
may have something to do with it.
Okay, my radio officer's death
was totally accidental.
I'm not talking about
your radio officer.
I'm talking about Lt. Massey.
- What?
- Massey was murdered last night.
Where were you
between midnight and 3 a. M?
Uh...
On the road. I was driving back
from my parents' home in Georgia.
In the middle of the night?
- Don't like traffic.
- We'll check it out.
Go ahead.
Lt. Massey
approached a JAG prosecutor
who said that you weren't
telling the truth about the accident.
- That's crazy.
- You spoke to Massey recently?
[CLEARS THROAT]
I'm not saying any more
until I consult my lawyer.
[CHILDREN CHATTERING]
So when was the last time
you saw your ex-husband?
Months ago. We've been divorced
almost four years.
- Do you keep in touch?
- No reason to.
Maybe if we'd had kids.
I wanted them, he didn't.
- That why you got divorced?
- That and the fact we just grew apart.
The marriage was over when I realized
I was my husband's third love.
His first two were making money
and flying military jets.
- Sorry.
- Don't be.
The early years of our marriage
were happy.
He loved the Navy.
I loved being a Navy wife.
We lived on bases
all around the world.
I got to see places I never dreamed
I would, and he was off flying.
What happened?
MAN: Put it right there, son.
- Thank you.
Have a nice Thanksgiving.
After Dean left active duty,
he went into real estate development.
He became obsessed
with making money.
He wasn't the man I married.
Yeah, we were told
he was ruthless in business.
It must have made your
divorce settlement, um, difficult.
I had a good lawyer,
and I made out okay.
I'm financially set
for the rest of my life.
I have no future claim on his estate,
if that's what you're wondering.
- With his death, who gets his money?
- I have no idea.
You should talk to Morgan Hunt,
his lawyer.
Hey, Abby.
Oh, McGee, have you ever been
- in a Rolls Royce before?
- Uh-uh.
The leather smells so good.
And it's soft, like butter.
Get in.
- Hm?
- Ooh.
[McGEE SIGHS]
Ooh.
- Nice.
- Nice.
So you find anything?
I downloaded the nav system to try
to find out where the car has been.
But Tony's dad never turned it on.
It's an age thing.
You don't think that Senior
can actually kill anybody, do you?
Well, Gibbs said to remain objective.
I suggest you do the same.
- That's getting a little hard.
- Why?
Well, Senior said
that he only drove the car
from the rental place to the meeting
and then to the hotel.
But then when I compared
the mileage on the odometer
to the rental agreement,
he drove 122 miles.
Where else did he go?
Come here. I'm going back over
the trace evidence from the car
to try to figure out
where the murder occurred.
Lt. Massey had stains
on his jacket and his pants
that tested to be red wine.
The fragment Ducky
pulled from his skull.
It is glass.
Magnified you can see the striations.
It was hand-blown
and it was stretched.
If I were a betting man,
which I am not,
I would wager that
Lt. Massey was bludgeoned
with a bottle of vintage wine.
HUNT:
Thank you, Linda.
This is Dean's will.
I'm filing it with the court tomorrow,
and I can get you a copy after that.
But it's pretty simple.
All his assets are placed in trust.
- Who is the beneficiary?
- The Navy.
The Navy?
All the proceeds go
to various Navy charities.
Hospitals, veterans' organizations,
scholarship funds.
The Navy was his life.
ZIVA:
Hm.
Hey, McGee.
Hey, Tony.
- Bring me up to speed.
- Heh.
No way, Tony.
You know that I can't talk to you.
- Don't make me hurt you.
- I say anything to you, Gibbs'll kill me.
[TONY CHUCKLES]
Okay, I get it. I just...
[BOTH GRUNTING]
McGEE: Give that back.
- Oh, no.
- Give it back. Give it back. Come on.
- No. No. No.
- Give it back.
- No.
Hi, Jen.
You put a BOLO out on a Porsche?
- Is it Massey's?
- Yes. We checked out his residence.
There was no sign of a struggle,
but one of his cars is missing.
You track Massey's whereabouts?
Where he went after the concert?
Tony, I'm not telling you any more.
- You check Senior's hotel room?
- Blah, blah, blah.
I cannot hear you, Tony.
Listen, this is my father, Tim.
Just give me something.
Your father's room was clear.
The pilot, Lt. Dennis,
did his alibi check out?
Tony, you have to realize that
we are working every angle possible.
But we are one
very special agent short.
One more thing.
Where did Dennis claim to be?
Because I...
Tim, I told you Gibbs and Vance
told me to stay away from the case.
TONY SR:
Not too tight, Dorney.
- Hey, Junior, where you been?
- What's going on here?
TONY SR:
Your boss is a sweetheart.
Came up with a way to keep me
out of the slammer for the night.
- GPS monitor.
- Yes, sir.
Where you spending the night?
My place.
GIBBS:
Where you going, chief?
What's the matter, Gibbs?
Don't trust me? Standing watch?
No. No, I always rack here.
I had trouble sleeping.
I thought I'd, uh, get a glass of milk
or something stronger.
[GIBBS GRUNTS]
GIBBS:
I'll warm up some milk for you.
TONY SR:
Yeah, right.
Booze is what got me
into this mess.
You have low-fat?
Whole milk will be great.
I don't mean to be uncooperative,
Gibbs.
It's, uh, just that I was so loaded last
night that I don't remember anything.
[MICROWAVE BEEPING]
You think there's a chance
I killed Massey?
Funny thing is,
I could always hold my liquor.
[TONY SR. SIGHS]
I know you and I haven't been, uh,
the best of friends
for the past couple of years,
but, uh...
why'd you stick your neck out for me?
- Let me stay here?
- I didn't do it for you.
[MICROWAVE BEEPS]
I did it for your son.
He deserves better.
You're right, Gibbs. He does.
I thought that when this deal
went through, I'd be set.
I could retire.
No more hustling.
I'd be able to be the person
I always pretended to be.
Leave some money for Junior.
- Real money.
- You don't get it.
Tony never wanted your money.
He wants a father.
DUCKY: Ah, you're looking
much better, Anthony.
Nothing like a warm shower
and a clean change of clothes.
May I assume that you've worked on
living, breathing bodies before, doc?
Heh, heh, heh. Once or twice.
Do we have to do this again?
Abby already drew blood.
That was for blood alcohol
and a standard tox screen.
Gibbs wants a full panel.
Oh, but, uh, let's start with this,
shall we?
There's a restroom
just around the corner.
I can handle this myself, Dorney.
[DOOR OPENS THEN CLOSES]
How'd it go with my father last night?
- Where is he?
- Autopsy.
You shot him.
Can't say I blame you.
Well, you guys obviously put
the fear of God into Lt. Dennis.
His lawyer called last night.
He wants to make a deal.
- He confessed?
MOSNER: Yes.
But not to Lt. Massey's murder.
- Swears he had nothing to do with it.
- Alibi checked out.
We got tollbooth video and
smart passes confirming his timeline.
[PHONE RINGS]
Special Agent McGee.
MOSNER: Dennis came clean
on the aircraft incident.
It was pilot error.
He was hot-dogging.
He even provided us with a cockpit
recording he was hiding.
Thanks.
Virginia State Police found
Massey's Porsche.
- Where?
- On a back road
at the Stoney Ridge development.
Things keep getting worse
for the old man.
Ziva, McGee, go.
Hey, Abs, Gibbs just sent me down
to find out, uh, what you found out.
What are you talking about?
You know, that thing
you're working on for him.
Tony, I'm not telling you anything about
your father's case. My lips are sealed.
Oh, come on.
I mean, I'm just doing...
I'm desperate, Abby.
I'm sorry.
Now leave
and consider yourself banished.
- What's this?
- Your father's urine.
I'm going.
I heard Massey was bludgeoned
with a vintage bottle of wine.
- Stains on his uniform?
- I'm not helping you.
- Was it a Bordeaux?
- Out.
ZIVA:
McGee. Over here.
McGEE:
What do you got?
Could be the murder weapon.
[CAMERA CLICKING]
[SIGHS]
Like father, like son.
Only person I ever saw mix decaf
and regular like this is Tony.
- Really?
- You guys look alike.
Have the same mannerisms.
You must be really close.
He's very concerned about you.
- You close with your father?
- He died just before my first birthday.
- I'm sorry.
- He was a Detroit cop.
Got killed in a traffic accident.
- Junior, where have you been?
- Dorneget, take five.
Sir, we're out in the open.
If Gibbs comes by, I'm dead.
Junior, we have no secrets
from Dorney.
Well, it's not looking good, Dad.
The family bottle of wine,
did you bring it to D. C?
How'd you know?
- You like fine wine?
- I don't drink, sir.
- Of course you don't.
- 1968 Chat?au La Clare.
I bought it the year
that Junior was born.
Must be worth a fortune by now.
Been saving it for a special occasion.
Dad, there is a good chance that
that bottle was used
as the murder weapon.
Junior.
Did I kill him?
Where's that bottle now?
The last time I saw it,
it was in the Rolls.
I was taking the wine
to the restaurant
to celebrate the closing of the deal
with you.
What restaurant?
Because you never told me.
I was gonna take you
to Halligan's Pub for a drink
and then to the Adams House
for a rib-eye.
Did you go to either place?
Maybe. I don't know.
Okay. All right.
[SIGHS]
- What have you got?
- Found the murder weapon.
ABBY: The traces of blood
on the bottle match the victim.
- It's pricey.
- Tire tracks found at the crime scene
belong to the Rolls Royce.
Anything else?
I got an AFIS match on
a right thumbprint off the bottle.
We got motive, we got means
and opportunity.
It's time to book him.
Good job.
FBI's on the way.
I am sure you want to see Tony,
but we can't find him.
McGEE: Called his cell again, boss.
It's turned off.
No one has any idea where he is?
Hi.
Sorry, we're not open till 5:00,
my friend.
NCIS, Special Agent DiNozzo.
DiNozzo? Heh, look at you.
You gotta be Anthony's kid, huh?
Heh, heh.
- Yeah.
- Yeah.
- You know him?
- One of my favorites.
Comes in whenever he's in town.
- Was he here a couple of nights ago?
- Yeah.
Is he all right?
I was worried about him.
- Why?
- Well, usually he can hold his liquor,
but the other night he had a
couple of drinks and he got wasted
and I was gonna go call a cab, but
then this lady that he picked up
offered to drive him back to his hotel
and his car and, uh, heh...
He may be getting up there,
but he's still got a way with the women.
This woman that he left with,
do you know her?
- Never saw her before.
- Can you describe her?
Attractive. A lot younger than him.
Um, forties, I'd guess.
- You have video surveillance in here?
- Uh, yeah.
Who doesn't these days?
Right up there in the corner.
Great. I'm gonna need to see it.
AGENT:
Let's go.
ABBY:
Wait, wait, wait.
Oh, my God.
I'm so glad you're still here.
[ABBY SIGHS]
- I don't think you killed anyone.
- Really?
Don't take him anywhere.
I have no idea who you are, lady,
but we're leaving.
Hey. Hold up.
Gibbs, I ran specific tox screens
for several sedatives
and benzodiazepines.
I got a hit. Flunitrazepam.
- A roofie. The date-rape drug.
- "Date rape"?
Mr. DiNozzo's fingerprints
were only on the barrel of the bottle,
not on the neck, where you would grip
if you were gonna use it as a weapon.
That part was suspiciously
wiped clean.
[PHONE RINGS]
McGEE:
Special Agent McGee.
- Boss, it's Tony. Tony, where are you?
TONY [OVER PHONE]: Never mind.
I'm e-mailing you a photo of a woman
my father left a bar with.
I need you to ID her.
Come here.
You know her?
She's attractive.
I have absolutely no idea
who she is.
She works at Massey's company.
Take off the cuffs.
You heard him.
TONY SR:
Linda?
I've been told we've met before.
Strange, I usually remember
a pretty face.
We know you left the bar with him
night before last.
Did you slip me a roofie?
ZIVA:
Is there a place we can talk?
Yes.
GIBBS: You're at least an accomplice
to Dean Massey's murder.
- I was told no one would get hurt.
- Who told you that?
Morgan Hunt.
- What's gonna happen to me?
- Depends how cooperative you are.
I'd been working here
for about a year
before Morgan
and I started seeing each other.
We kept it quiet,
but it started getting serious.
We talked about marriage.
- What happened?
- After the incident with Mr. DiNozzo,
Morgan came to my office
and told me
that Mr. Massey was gonna
try to shaft him too.
- How?
- Their confrontation is recorded.
As you know,
every meeting in this room is.
Morgan asked me to erase
his argument with Mr. Massey.
- Did you?
- Yes.
But I kept
a protective copy for myself,
just in case either of them tried
to mess with me.
I thought
I was dealing with reputable people.
There's no one you can trust here.
- Where's the copy?
- On a flash in my office.
Get it. Ziva, go with her.
Going someplace, Morgan?
[MORGAN GRUNTS]
Teamwork.
Just like you and Junior.
Coming up is what Morgan Hunt
instructed his girlfriend to delete.
You know what? I think I'm gonna be
just as tough with you.
- What are you talking about?
- Your employment contract's expired.
I'm not renewing it.
I've found a new lawyer.
He's younger, more aggressive.
I'm also removing you
as executor of my estate.
You bastard. Unbelievable.
The Navy gets the proceeds
of Massey's estate.
But the executor fees
that Hunt stood to collect
would be north of
seven figures a year.
That sounds like a motive.
Hunt's secretary confessed
to drugging DiNozzo
and driving him
to the golf course.
Hunt lured Massey out there
and killed him with the wine bottle.
So how do we handle
our predicament?
- What predicament?
- Agent DiNozzo disobeyed
direct orders from both of us.
He stuck his nose in the case.
What are you gonna do?
- Ignore it.
- That's what I figured.
- Gibbs.
- Yeah?
- Hey.
- Hey.
[SIGHS]
What's the matter?
My old man did it again.
Went by the hotel to see him.
He's gone. Checked out.
Did I get a phone call? No.
Didn't even tell me.
Shouldn't be surprised.
What am I gonna do with that guy?
He makes me crazy.
[SIGHS]
- I should be really pissed off with him.
- Mm-hm.
So why aren't you?
I really thought I was gonna lose him
there for a second.
And as crazy as he makes me...
I do love the guy.
The pathetic thing is
I've never been able to tell him.
GIBBS:
Hmm.
Consider it done, Junior.
Dad, what are you doing here?
Well, when the deal fell through,
I couldn't afford the hotel
and Gibbs offered me a room.
- You're staying in town?
- Thursday is Thanksgiving.
I wanted to be with you.
Do something with this, Junior.
Want an apron?