NCIS (2003–…): Season 9, Episode 6 - Thirst - full transcript

LOBO [OVER RADIO]: I got another
one for you, Road Hog, come back.

Road Hog here.
Lay it on me, Lobo.

- Jennifer Aniston or Jennifer Lopez?
- Man, that's a tough one.

Both way out of my league.
Hey, who would I be?

LOBO:
What do you mean, who'd you be?

They'd be them and you'd be you.

Yeah, but I mean,
couldn't I be Tom Cruise

or that, uh, Wolverine guy
or somebody?

- That ain't how this works, Hog.
- What the hell?

[TIRES SCREECH]
[HORN HONKS]

Oh, man.

Oh, please, no. No, no, no.

Hey, are you okay?

Mister, where'd you come from?

God does protect drunks and fools,
I guess.

Let me call the cops, okay?

Need some water or something?

[GASPING]

Mister?

[ELEVATOR BELL DINGS]

[ZIVA GROANS]

You know it's too early when there's
no one even here to make coffee.

- Does that mean you made some?
- Oh, yeah.

And I made some nice muffins too.
Get them while they're piping hot.

You should have stopped
on the way in.

Who had the time?

We all got the pre-dawn wake-up call
after a 2 a.m. Night, no less.

- Anyone know what's up?
- Oh, hey, Timmy.

Yeah, Gibbs wants to get a jump
on Jimmy's bridal registry.

Ziva's thinking
his-and-her salad tongs.

At the moment,
I can think of nothing but coffee.

Ask and ye shall receive.

- Oh, Ducky, you are my hero.
- Yeah, that's me.

The Sir Galahad
of caffeinated beverages.

- Thanks, Ducky.
DUCKY: It's not every morning

that we receive
the same mysterious invitation.

Who amongst us knows
what awaits?

Well, rise and shine, dear friends.

What was that about?

That, my friend,
was a very sweet gesture.

Ducky has been
pretty chipper lately.

That was it.

Heh. Clearly, McGullible,
they are sparing you

the horrid, torrid details
of their racy affair.

I do not know about that.

My sources say that
Ducky does have a special lady friend

but, uh, she is a woman
that he met online a few weeks ago.

Her name is Mary.
And according to my sources,

- Ducky is over the moon.
- Ooh.

Wait, back the truck up.

Who are these sources?
Mine haven't said anything.

- Perhaps you do not have sources.
- Or your sources are lousy.

Uh, ex-squeeze me, guys.
Very special agent here.

I got solid-gold sources
coming out the yang.

I do not know what
or where your yang is,

but perhaps your sources
do not trust you with internal gossip.

Nobody keeps a secret like me.

Then if your sources are reliable

then perhaps
we should compare notes.

Bring it, David. Mum's the word.

I got three for you, DiNozzo.

Reservist versus semi.

- Let me guess who won.
- Accident, boss?

Yeah. Hoping.

Let's go.

Who are these little birds
that told you of my personal affair?

Well, I can't divulge my sources,
Ducky, but, of course,

one of them
was of the Israeli parrot variety.

So much for trusting you.
You did not even last 30 minutes.

Last? Wait a second.
What are we talking about?

ZIVA: All we've heard, Ducky,
is that you met a woman online

and that her name is Mary.

Dr. Mary Courtney.

She's chief administrator

of a whole host of social service
programs throughout D.C.

PALMER: There is a dating website
dedicated to every demographic.

Doctors, dancers,
Civil War re-enactors.

Uh, Scholar Date is dedicated
to, um...

Eggheads, big brains, smart people.

It's how I met Breena.

Seems to have scored
for Dr. Mallard as well.

ZIVA: I did not take you
for the computer-dating type, Ducky.

DUCKY:
Well, I was dubious at first

but after a whirlwind
of computer chats,

phone conversations,
and three delightful luncheons, heh,

it's dinner at her place tonight.

She's making
her world-famous paella.

Ah, paella.

Named, of course, for Paellas,
the Aztec god of sex after 60.

GIBBS:
DiNozzo.

TONY:
Sorry, boss.

McGEE:
Thanks.

Victim's a naval reservist.

Lieutenant Jason Simms, 44,
from Fairfax.

Witnesses say he was swerving
all over the road. Clearly drunk.

Pulled off onto the shoulder
over there.

- You get a time?
- Uh, a little over three hours ago.

DUCKY:
Tony.

4:19 to be precise.

The truck tapped his wrist,
apparently.

Being drunk is one thing but
why would he have crossed the road?

Suppressing chicken joke
in three, two...

- Cell phone?
- MIA. Not on him or in his car.

Well, then that's
where he was headed.

The lieutenant was in trouble.
Adhesive on both wrists.

Was he bound?

Unless he had a cocktail
taped to each hand,

I'd say there is a great deal more here
than meets the eye.

- What do you got, Duck?
DUCKY: Chasing a hunch.

The victim's dermis is oddly loose
for a man of his musculature.

Hey, Gibbs, so the tox results
are gonna take a while, but get this.

This guy's blood-alcohol level
was only 0.05.

- Not drunk.
- Not legally.

And certainly not as plowed
as the witness said he was.

GIBBS: He diabetic?
- I wondered that myself

because diabetics can seem drunk
if their numbers are all wacky,

- but his blood sugar is normal too.
GIBBS: So why take on a highway?

Ah, as I thought, water intoxication.

- Drunk on water?
- Yeah, 1960 grams.

Oh, that is like a pound too heavy.

Well, that would explain
the skin texture.

There is the excess accumulation
in the extracellular spaces of his brain.

- Hmm. See here, Jethro?
- No, no, I believe you, Duck.

Brain cells can't keep up
with large volumes of water consumed

over a short period of time.

They lose their ability to absorb.

Duck, that make him seem loaded?

Well, seeming intoxicated
was the least of his problems, Jethro.

Now, prior to his near-miss
with the truck,

our lieutenant here
was well on the way

to drowning in his own skin.

Yeah. Listen, I gotta go.

Hey there, Jenn.

You know, you are doing a great job.

Keep it up, you'll be a special agent
in no time.

Little young, Tony.

[TONY CHUCKLES]

Ease up, Nanny McFeeble.

I'm just giving the kid
a little vote of confidence.

If Tony was flirting,
he would be complimenting her blouse,

not her work ethic.

See? Ziva knows.

What we just witnessed here
was, um,

a pathetic attempt to cultivate
new sources for office gossip.

- That is completely unfair.
GIBBS: Life isn't fair, DiNozzo.

That's why we're here. Go.

Lieutenant Jason Simms,
served in the first Gulf War,

naval reservist since '02.

Divorced. Two kids.

Currently owns a mailbox franchise
in West Springfield.

According to his employees, Simms
left work at about, uh, 6:30 last night

after having an argument
with his ex-wife by cell phone.

- Records.
- There were two calls to his ex,

15 minutes apart.

- The last calls he made.
- Credit cards?

No unusual hits,
but I'm checking for earlier activity.

Given the duct tape
and the cause of death,

is it possible
the lieutenant was waterboarded?

Close to four gallons
were poured down his throat.

- Yeah, but where?
- We do not even know

- where he was driving from.
- McGee?

There's no nav system in his SUV.

I got a skeleton in his closet.

Look at this.
Just found an old police report

involving Simms and this guy,
Phillip Ekkerly.

Works in a gun shop in Burke.

Police responded to a fight
between the two last month

but no charges were filed
on either side.

DiNozzo, get that guy in here.

You missed something, Mr. Palmer,
in the area of the lambdoid suture.

Not enough mint jelly?

[CHUCKLES]

Lambdoid. Lamb... Um, ahem.

Right where his head
hit the pavement, isn't it?

It's void of asphalt particulates.

And this hematoma
is deeper in color, meaning?

Likely incurred
before the truck hit him.

Yes, you might get Abby
to determine what hit him.

[CELL PHONE RINGING]

No, that's mine.

- Hello, Mary.
MARY: I have something for you.

Something for me?

Yes, I suppose I could sneak out.

[CHUCKLES]

Are you adorable or what?

It's the scrubs. They match my eyes.

- It's my secret weapon.
- Hmm.

- I do love a man in uniform.
- What's in the box?

Just D.C.'s finest pastries.

I was between meetings, and I thought
I would share them with you.

You do know that I'm saving room
for your world-famous paella.

- Oh, so we're still on?
- Oh, yes.

Despite working
on a rather compelling case,

I wouldn't miss it for the world.

Can't wait to hear all about it.

- Minus the gory details, of course.
- Jethro.

MARY: As in "the" Jethro?
DUCKY: Yeah, Leroy Jethro Gibbs,

allow me to introduce you to my, uh...
My...

- Mary.
- My Mary.

Dr. Mary Courtney.

- Donald's told me so much about you.
- Yeah? Likewise.

[CELL PHONE BEEPS]

Oh, excuse me.

Oh, naturally. Of all days to be on time,
they need me at the food bank.

Mary has dedicated her life
to social work.

I'm just a suit these days.

All the real work gets done
by the volunteers.

Anyway, I'm sorry I have to rush off.

Great meeting you, Jethro.

- Any friend of Duck's.
- Save room for dinner.

Dinner.

Right.

Pain in my butt is what he was.

TONY: Which is why you don't seem
too upset to hear Simms is dead?

Oh, no, no, don't get me wrong.
It's a shock, but...

Now I'm never gonna see
my money.

What money? Is that what
your fight was about last month?

Guy owed me 500 bucks for a mailbox
I was keeping at his place.

He owed you for your mailbox?

I was taking my business elsewhere,
and then he kept my deposit,

claiming I'd never paid my bill,
which I had.

- So you went after him?
- Other way around.

I was content
to let small claims handle it.

He was the one who thought
he could scare me

with this macho military crap.

So you duked it out,
the cops showed up,

but nobody pressed charges?

[EKKERLY SIGHS]

What can I tell you?

I felt for the guy.
I mean, business is bad.

He's always worried
about losing his kids.

I just figured we'd let the dust settle
and I'd see my money eventually.

TONY:
Hmm.

- And when did you last see him?
- Well, that day that we fought.

Why? What happened
to him anyway?

TONY: I need to know
where you were last night.

EKKERLY:
I was working at the gun shop.

Give them a call. They'll tell you.

- Any thoughts on the head wound?
- A few.

Any thoughts on Mary?
Come on, spill it to me.

Is she pretty?
What's Ducky like with her?

Well, I haven't met her yet,
but she sounds amazing.

And Dr. Mallard still hasn't returned
since she invited him out to, uh...

Oh, but I have returned, Mr. Palmer,

bearing the stomach contents that
you were supposed to deliver to Abby.

- Oh, doctor, uh, I was just, uh...
- Eliminating the middle man.

Just so I could have you come visit.

Yeah, and to answer your question,
Mary is smart,

very attractive,
and I am quite smitten.

She also has excellent taste
in pastries,

which she just brought to me.
Help yourselves.

- So you're not mad?
- Mad? Quite.

Angry? No.

That said, what say
we all stick to business from now on.

- Shall we?
GIBBS: I'm with Duck.

- Tox results, Abs?
- Tox talk, yes.

But first, Ducky was right
about the head wound.

It's definitely blunt-force
and not caused by the truck.

He was hit hours earlier
with something cylindrical

like a bat or a pipe.

- Knocked out and taped up.
- And drugged.

His tox came back positive for MDMA,
or Ecstasy, as the kids call it.

Simms is no kid, Abs.

Still, he had, like,
three hits' worth in him.

Which would undoubtedly contribute
to his apparent intoxication.

Actually, doctor, if I may.

Uh, Ecstasy is more of a stimulant
than a depressant,

so he would present as euphoric,
not drunk.

That euphoria would cause
an accelerated heart rate

and increased body temperature,
resulting in severe dehydration,

which naturally would lead
to an extreme, unquenchable...

- Thirst.
- Sadism masquerading as kindness.

The killer didn't pump Simms
full of water.

He fed it to him.

Yeah.

TONY:
Ecstasy, huh?

We checked Simms' favorite
watering holes, pardon the expression,

and none of them seemed
the least bit rave-y.

Simms clearly did not take it
for a good time.

Maybe somebody slipped it
in his drink.

McGEE:
I might know who that someone is.

I was trying to figure out
where Simms was last night,

and I remembered that
he'd made two calls to his ex.

But only the first was from his job.

What about the second?

McGEE:
A gun shop in Burke.

Ekkerly's gun shop. Was he there?

His alibi cleared, but just to be sure,
I accessed the shop's security system.

TONY:
Nice.

GIBBS:
Punch in tighter, McGee.

So much for Mr. Ekkerly not seeing
Simms since last month, huh?

- Clear transaction.
- It gets better.

It gets worse for him.
Come on, McGee, let's go.

DUCKY:
Oh, Mary, that paella was superb.

MARY:
Well, I did say it was world-famous.

DUCKY:
Well, as I was saying, in this case,

it appears the subject endangers
his victim's life in some way

and then proceeds to save him

by inducing chronic thirst
with a hallucinogen,

and then providing relief with
the very water that will lead to death.

[MELLOW JAZZ MUSIC
PLAYING ON STEREO]

Who on earth thinks
of these things?

[CHUCKLES]

Yes, who indeed?

I must admit
a certain perverse fascination

with the killer's ingenuity.

Ooh. Perhaps I should not
have admitted so much.

Please forgive me.

There's nothing to forgive.

I mean, I may not share your taste
for this kind of thing,

but I could listen to you
talk about it all night.

That makes one of you.

Though I am a little bit surprised

to hear this from a man
who just last week was wondering

what challenges could possibly
await him after having "seen it all."

- I did say that, didn't I?
- Ha, ha. Our second lunch.

I stand corrected.

But in truth,
it was just a clumsy attempt

to inform you
of my openness to new things.

The Mallard opus may be lengthy

but I firmly believe
the best chapters are yet to be written.

I do like the sound of that.

- Is that your mother?
- My hero.

She taught me that
there's no greater feeling in the world

than one helping others.

She nearly caught me helping myself
to a kiss.

She would've approved.

Well, I don't see
your father anywhere.

Would he have approved?

Let's just dance, shall we?

NCIS. New pair of shoes, Ekkerly?

- Uh, I wouldn't.
EKKERLY: Hey. What's all this about?

McGEE:
It's about you lying to us.

- You guys got this all wrong.
- All right, then surprise us.

Grenades?

Surprise.

[EKKERLY SIGHS]

Okay, I saw Simms yesterday.

So what?

It doesn't mean that I killed him.

You just used him

to ship and receive these
RKG-3 Soviet anti-tank grenades?

- Collectors pay top dollar.
- So do terrorists.

Homeland Security can't wait
to talk to you.

I'm not a terrorist, okay?

That story about you guys
fighting over 500 bucks...

It's not a total lie.

All right, first, he wanted more money,
but then he wanted out.

By that time,
both of us were in too deep,

which is why neither of us
pressed charges.

He was really worried
about losing his kids.

- How much did you pay him?
- Last night? Three hundred.

Pretty eager to spend it too.
He invited me to have a drink with him.

I don't mix business with pleasure.

You know where he was headed?

Little joint called The Old Horse
on Route 6.

ZIVA: We have a witness
who says Simms was here.

I don't know.
Look, I just don't like getting involved.

[ROCK MUSIC PLAYING
OVER SPEAKERS]

Sure, he had a couple beers,
chatted up a few ladies, as usual.

Guess he bounced at, like,
I don't know, 10, 10:30?

Alone?

Look, I'm their bartender,
not their mom.

All right.

Hey, Lana, you know if, uh,
GI Jay got lucky last night?

Doubtful. Not for lack of trying.

Yeah, well, guy's got a reputation
with the ladies.

Yeah, we've heard.

Then you have no idea
how a guy like a Simms

would get his hands
on some Ecstasy?

That guy?

Yeah, uh, he's not exactly
the Ecstasy type.

Like I said, he has a couple of drinks
and works on the women.

- Is there a problem?
ZIVA: Hey.

- Let me go.
ZIVA: You don't wanna fight.

LANA:
No. You can't...

Oh! We have a winner.

- Those aren't mine.
- Well, they came from your pocket.

Let me guess. That's not your apron.

They're for personal use, all right.

I hardly ever talked to that Jason guy,
let alone give him any.

You never took his order?

Never had an ax to grind?

Ask anyone.

I avoided him like a redneck relative.

And he stuck to girls
more his own age.

Anyone ever have it out for Simms?

Maybe...

...they slipped you a few extra bucks?
Put a few tabs in his beer?

Please. I would never.

Well, we're gonna find out
soon enough, anyway.

How?

We're gonna compare your X
with what was found inside Simms.

We got people, Lana,

who can take this hair of yours
and test it and they can tell me

whether your mother smoked
regular or menthol.

[CHUCKLES]

You wouldn't believe
how many cases I'm finding of kids

dropping X at parties
only to water themselves to death.

What I can't believe

is that you blabbed about
Ducky's girlfriend

and I told you that
in the strictness confidence.

Well, I didn't blab, okay.

It was more like Ziva
and I comparing notes.

And I did not give you up
as my source.

TONY:
Let me get this straight.

Abby is your source? Heh.
What's the big secret?

You've been my source
on plenty of stuff.

Um, well, not for gossip.

Sorry, Tony. I mean,
I can't tell you things

because you totally blab.

Kind of like some other people

that I find myself
suddenly disappointed in.

How could I have fallen so far
down the trust ladder?

Not a ladder, DiNozzo.
More like a step stool.

Abs?

Um, no Ecstasy results yet,
but the mud on Simms' wheel wells

might be able to tell us
where he went after he left the bar.

The basic elements are ultisol,
or Virginia red clay.

Um, it's mixed in
with various animal scat,

and these egg casings
from Orconectes rusticus,

commonly known as
the rusty crayfish.

- How common?
- Oh, not at all.

They're native to the Midwest waters
and they're non-indigenous to Virginia.

McGEE:
Abby, can I check something?

Boss, that mud would come from
a very specific location.

I got something here.

Recent infestation of rusty crayfish

discovered in a stream
at Leesylvania State Park.

Doesn't say where exactly.

That's over 500 acres.

It's gonna take a while
to narrow it down.

But the highway Simms was killed on
runs right past that park.

- That's a toll road with toll plazas.
- With cameras. Go on.

So how was dinner last night,
Dr. Mallard?

Nothing like a good paella, huh?

Am I wrong in detecting
a certain air of wistfulness

in your efforts to find out about Mary,
Mr. Palmer?

- Just looking out for you, I guess.
- Really?

Yeah, well, I must admit
that after the death of my dear mother,

I fell into a rather, uh, personal funk.

- Miss the house?
- Not especially.

[CHUCKLES]

Oddly enough, I miss the dogs.

But as I was saying, when it comes
to matters of romantic cardiology,

it is my heart to break, not yours.

I know that, Ducky. I'm sorry.

Then what are we really talking about?
Is this about Breena perhaps?

Your impending nuptials?

Okay. Look...

I suppose with changes
in my personal life,

I could always count
on a stable work environment.

And now, suddenly, things seem
to be changing for you as well, and I...

Change is inevitable and necessary,
like the seasons, Mr. Palmer.

I suggest you embrace it.

I will. Thank you.

TONY [SINGING]:
Ducky's in love

Ducky's in love
Yeah, yeah, yeah

Ducky...

Sorry. Stuck in my head.

I just can't shake that tune.

It's actually "Chuck E's in Love."
Rickie Lee Jones.

- 1979.
- I don't know it or him.

Rickie Lee's a her. Chuck E's a him.

- Chucky? I thought it was Ducky.
GIBBS: Talk to me.

McGEE: Boss, there are two toll plazas
feeding into Leesylvania State Park.

- Simms had to pass through one.
- Those crayfish any help?

According to Park Services,
the stream where they were found

is in the northwest corner
of the park.

- Toll's about a mile from there.
ZIVA: Got something.

Gibbs, that's Simms.

- Does nature call, boss?
- If she's calling, we're answering.

Let's go catch something.

[McGEE SNEEZES]

Ugh.
I'm allergic to something out here.

You ever see
The Boy in the Plastic Bubble?

1976, Travolta in the Habitrail,
with the dad from The Brady Bunch.

Was this pre- or post-Barbarino?

Post, I think.
You should look it up on Netflix.

I think you'll relate.

- Yeah, what was he allergic to?
- Everything.

All he could do was sit in his bubble

and peer out the window
at the cutie next door.

That sounds like your perfect day,
Tony.

Yeah, I am feeling a little itchy.

[DOGS BARKING]

- Not really.
ZIVA: Gibbs, over here.

GIBBS: McGee.
- Running the plate now.

- The car's empty.
- I'll call a tow truck.

Car's registered to a Samuel Alcott
of Falls Church, Virginia.

Got a phone number?

You can call, but I don't think
he's gonna answer.

Not your typical tree-hugger.

Duct tape.

Nibbled by wildlife.

Perhaps the stream provided
the water.

Endless refills.

- Is this Alcott?
- Thirsty victim number two.

He's chewed up pretty good.
Been here a while.

Something tells me we may be
looking at victim number one.

- Hate to say "serial killer."
- Well, you said it.

I'm thinking it.

PALMER:
Same blunt force to knock him out.

Duct tape on the wrists,
sloughing of the skin,

and we can assume
the same Ecstasy.

Everything's the same, Mr. Palmer.

But let's not get ahead of ourselves
with talk of serial killers.

- Time of death?
DUCKY: From what I can make out,

it's been several days.

- Before Simms?
- Oh, most certainly.

And the main difference being
that Simms managed to escape

to his car before meeting his end.

I would surmise that the first killing
went according to plan,

the second, not so much.

And as far as we know,
there's a third out there somewhere.

[SIGHS]

You all right, doctor?

My fascination with this case
was premature.

[CELL PHONE RINGING]

It's you again.

Forgive me, Mary.

No need to expose you
to my foul mood.

You know,
as my Aunt Beatrice always said, uh:

"If it'll make us sad,
then talking's bad." Heh

Yeah, she was terrific,
till the shingles got her.

I'm sure that Mary will understand
if you...

- Doctor?
- I was reminded of something

last night, Mr. Palmer,
which you will one day learn.

If you want to keep your home
a pure and happy place,

it's best to keep the gory details
far away from it.

McGEE: Samuel Alcott, 42-year-old
building contractor.

He's married with two kids.

- Reservist?
- No, but his wife is active duty.

She's currently serving
her third Marine tour in Afghanistan.

Make this his estranged wife.

Lieutenant Jolene Alcott
has been legally separated from Sam

for the last six months.

Their children live with her mother.

- You spoke to her?
- Yeah.

Said the distance was too hard
on the marriage.

They attended counseling
but Sam ultimately left her

to pursue another woman.

Okay, Alcott's last credit card pop
was three nights ago.

A place called
Hairy Toody's Caf? in Reston.

Manager said that, uh, he went up,
had a burger at the bar,

chatted up a few of the ladies,
and then left alone.

Sounds familiar.

Oh, it makes two dead cheaters
with military ties, of course.

- Gibbs, Gibbs, Gibbs.
- Abs, I'm right here.

Sorry, I'm just a little ecstatic,
like this stuff from Lana, the waitress,

which turned out to be pretty weak.

It was 100 milligrams MDMA
that was cut with baby aspirin.

Street name Hatchethead.

The Ecstasy
that Simms was dosed with

was pure 130 milligrams MDMA,
no additives.

Street name "hammer and sickle."

Damn commies.

- So no match.
ABBY: No.

The drug that the killer used
did not come from Lana.

GIBBS:
Your X didn't kill these guys, Lana.

But this one did.

ZIVA: You know,
you may be cleared for murder,

but you still have to answer
for the possession charge.

Who sells those?

- I want a deal.
- Ha, ha, ha.

Oh, come on, I watch TV.

You guys must swing deals like this
all the time.

Oh, here, these are
hammer and sickles.

Randy's famous for them.
It's primo E.

Randy, huh?

Okay, so I'm bad at this.

Look, I can still cut a deal
for his last name though, can't I?

Please?

[PLAYING SPOOKY MUSIC]

Jonas. The name is Randy Jonas.

Virginia state parole records
indicate he's a patient here.

Who are you again?

NCIS special agents
DiNozzo and McGee.

Sorry to wake you.

Yeah, well,
it's way past visitors' hours.

We're investigating
Jonas' connection

to a series of murders
involving Ecstasy he may have sold.

Must be hammer and sickles, right?
He's known for those.

That's kind of why we're here.

I wish I could help you fellas

but since Randy's in
for a court-ordered drug treatment,

technically, he's under
state jurisdiction, so...

I don't think the state will mind.

Yeah, but my boss will.

Supervisors here are real sticklers
for, uh, protocol.

I'm under strict orders.

Nobody out, nobody in.

Let me guess.
You're alumni here, aren't you?

Yeah.

- Can we speak to your supervisors?
- Ooh. Um...

In the morning?

They don't really like me
bothering them at night. Um...

I bet they don't like
hearing from you anytime.

Heh, no, they don't. Yeah.

You know, Randy's in the first week
of his month's sentence.

Can't you come back?

Did you say
he's been here one week?

Yeah.

Meaning he's not our killer.

Still could have supplied the drugs.

[JAZZ MUSIC
PLAYING ON STEREO]

[DOORBELL RINGS]

Donald, you had me worried.
You didn't answer your phone.

I'm sorry, darling.

I was just trying to spare you
the ill effects

of what has been a trying day.

Oh. Well, then let me make it better.

- Red or white?
- Whatever you're having. Thank you.

Oh, what's all this?

Baskets for kids
at a homeless shelter in Edgewood.

I still have a few to go.
Would you like to help?

Oh, very much so.

That is after you've rested for a bit
and told me all about your day.

DUCKY:
Forget my day.

- Now, what was yours like?
- That's not how this works.

My day was fine.
And if yours wasn't,

I take it as a personal challenge
to make it better.

So start talking.

Yeah, well, suffice it to say,

I most certainly erred in expressing
my fascination at Simms' killer.

- This is your water person?
- He's delivered another victim.

But in doing so,
he snapped me back to the reality

of what a sadistic bastard he is.

Sick, twisted, vicious.

And there's nothing novel
about what he does.

I cited his creativity when, in fact,
he doesn't create a thing,

just destroys in a heartless
and diabolical fashion.

So much for not infecting
my personal life with my work.

Why, only today, I was advising
my technician, Jimmy Palmer...

Mary?

- Are you all right?
- You're welcome.

I'm sorry?

You should be.

Saying such horrible things
about a person

who clearly
went to a lot of trouble for you.

This "sadistic bastard"
just wanted to help you, Donald.

Show you something
you hadn't seen before.

And believe me, it was not easy.

Believe?

You?

ZIVA: Okay, we have two victims.
One military,

the other one, a military spouse.
Each with a failed marriage.

Neither one of them
could keep it zipped.

Go ahead, I'm listening.

Well, not the most
sympathetic victims.

Perhaps the killer believed
they deserved to die.

Well, at least they went to counseling.
Should count for something.

Say that again.

Well, they... I'm just saying
they tried to make it work.

It shows
that they weren't complete jerks.

Their counseling. Where?

ZIVA:
Two different family service centers.

One in the Palisades
and the other one in Capitol Heights.

But on opposite sides of D.C.

Both part of the same outreach
program for military families.

Randy Jonas' rehab, that part
of the same outreach program?

Only one way to find out.

McGee, you have toll booth
surveillance on Alcott?

McGEE:
Right here.

Four nights ago,
Sam Alcott headed to the park,

- just like Simms.
- Both alone.

But each knowing how to get
to that section of the park.

Meaning they were
either given directions...

Or they followed someone.
Check earlier frames.

ZIVA: The drug rehab facility is part
of the same outreach program

as the two family service centers.

And each facility supervised
by a handful of administrators.

McGEE:
Got a common face here, boss.

A few cars
ahead of Alcott and Simms.

Okay, here's the group
from the, uh, rehab center.

And here are the two groups
from the counseling centers.

All three. One face in common.

- Mary.
- Ducky's Mary?

PALMER [OVER PHONE]: Autopsy.
- Palmer, where's Ducky?

MARY:
I know that what I did was extreme.

But men like you
don't come along very often, Donald.

I wouldn't have done this
for just anyone,

or to just anyone, for that matter.

But Simms and Alcott. Why them?

Well, if I was going to show you
something you hadn't seen before,

then they had to be military.

And, fortunately, our case files
are just teeming

with deserving candidates.

How many men were you gonna kill?

Kill? No, Donald.

They killed themselves.

They drank the water.

Getting them to do that
could not have been easy.

It did take a little effort.

But these men,

they were weak.

Getting them to follow me
out of the bar was the easy part.

They took the bait so fast.

And what happened next
served them right.

They knew it.

What?

Are you looking to go?

Go where?

Mary, I'm with you.

My father was tricky too, you know.

He was a real sweet-talker.

But I am not your father, Mary,
any more than Simms and Alcott were.

These were not good men, Donald.

Not to you.
And perhaps not to their ex-wives.

But to their children,
to their parents?

They were not murderers, Mary,
they were not rapists,

any more than you were their judge,
jury or executioner.

I didn't mean...

I didn't... I didn't...

Now, give me the scissors, Mary.

Come on.

[DOOR OPENS]

GIBBS:
NCIS.

Mary, it's all right.

Oh, Donald.

Duck, you all right?

Let me talk to her, Jethro.
I was so close.

I can get her to come out peacefully.
She won't harm me.

Let me in, Mary. Please?

[GLASS BREAKS]
[MARY SCREAMS]

MARY:
What did I do, Donald?

Oh, Mary, love can cloud our vision.

Make us see things
as we wish to see them.

See things as they are not.

I only wanted you to stay.

I know.

Get an ambulance.

[ELEVATOR BELL DINGS]

Tony and McGee are with Mary
at the emergency room.

She'll be transferred to their
psychiatric ward in the morning.

I'm sorry, Ducky.

Me too. Thanks, Ziva.

Duck, I wish I had that Yogi Berra
book of quotes for any occasion.

You know, Jethro,
psychotic behavior is so bizarre.

I just can't understand
how I could have missed it.

I'll never trust my judgment again.

You won't have to, Duck.
We'll trust it for you.

I'll take you home.

Uh, I just want to collect a few things
and check my messages.

Come on, Duck, it can wait.

Jethro, do you mind?

I just wanna be alone for a moment.

I'll be upstairs.

Hmm?