Programa de TV: NCIS - 3x1
Sorry, Caitlin.
NCIS
3x01 Kill Ari (1) .
ORIGINAL AIR DATE ON CBS: 2005/09/20 Oh, Caitlin.
I am so sorry.
Why me, Gibbs?
Wasn't stopping one bullet
enough for you?
Why did I have to take two?
I, I don't know.
You don't know?
Come on, Gibbs.
What's that famous gut tell you?
Why did I die instead of you?
Found Ari's sniper's nest, boss.
Roof of an abandoned office
building to the east.
Didn't police his brass.
They're Lapua .308s.
I, I didn't mean that
you couldn't see that, boss.
I can't without my glasses.
Lapua's match-grade sniper ammo.
You guys find any bullets?
Uh, none that match the casings.
I left three guys
on the roof searching.
McGee and I will go back
to the roof, boss.
Tony, you're soaking wet.
Go put some dry clothes on.
Ari's rooftop wasn't
much higher than ours.
Roof lines behind us were lower.
No telling how far a full metal
jacket bullet would go after killing Kate.
How's he know it's a full metal jacket?
Didn't you see Kate?
I didn't want to.
Her head was intact.
So she didn't look bad?
No.
No, not at all, probie.
In fact, a little mortuary
putty right here and...
She'll be good as new.
Of course, she was having
a bad hair day, though.
Right back here.
Because a full metal jacket will put a hole
the size of a grapefruit right about there.
Tony...
Please.
I'm sorry, kid.
Three rounds.
Only one hit?
Well, he must have popped
off a couple rounds when you were weaving across the roof.
I was standing still
when Kate was shot.
McGee lasered the distance
at nearly 600 meters.
572.
Slight shift in the wind, he misses you, he hits Kate.
There was no wind.
What are you saying,
he was aiming at Kate?
You're the one
he wants to kill.
Ari had a thing for Kate.
What are you talking about?
She told me that he was
always coming on to her, in autopsy, when he kidnapped
her and let her go...
She never told me that.
Gee, what a surprise.
What?
Huh?
Don't do that, Tony.
When was this hit, Tim?
When I was pinned down.
Ari have a shot at it?
Our car was between the terrorist
and the controller.
There's no way he could have hit it.
Boss, I'm, I'm sorry.
I should've realized that it was Ari.
Why didn't he pop McGee?
Oh, thanks, Tony.
All I'm saying is, you're a sizable target,
the controller isn't.
You saying I'm fat?
No.
I mean, maybe a little
around the waist, under the chin.
He didn't have an angle on Tim.
Well, you owe that shooter
from the warehouse a "thank you."
He saved your life.
The bullet entered here.
It could have ricocheted into the car.
I'll, I'll get on it.
Abby should be in by now.
Tony...
See what she can
pull off that brass.
I'm going for coffee.
Can I get you boys some?
No.
/ No, thanks.
That's a first.
He called me Tim.
He patted my back.
It was kind of nice.
Nice?
I don't want nice.
He's not Gibbs if he's nice.
You're a mess, girl.
Red eyes, no makeup.
If ever there was a time
for black lipstick, it's now.
Remember when we first met?
I couldn't believe you
were a forensic scientist.
I thought Goths had bats for pets,
or vice versa.
I really liked you, Kate.
A lot.
Don't start that again.
Where are your pigtails?
I love you in pigtails.
That's better.
You were persistent, Abbs.
First the dark lipstick,
and then the black nail polish.
Next thing you know, I have a tat on my bum.
Oh, god.
Ducky's gonna see it.
I'm dead and I'm embarrassed.
Abby?
Hey, Tony.
You okay?
I will be, as soon as
I tie up my pigtails.
There.
What can I do for you?
What?
You're weirder than Gibbs.
How so?
He's being nice.
Gibbs is always nice.
To you and Ducky, maybe.
Me, he growls at
and smacks on the head.
Which makes you feel wanted.
What do you got for me?
.308 casings from Ari's sniper nest.
You would have to give me
the most popular caliber in the world.
Well, hey, I just found them.
Can you tell what weapon he used?
A .308.
What model .308?
You don't know?
Would I be asking?
Well, how am I supposed to know?
Because you're the firearms expert.
That I am.
And when I'm done,
I will tell you the propellant, the primer, the percentage of nickel
and copper in the brass, whether or not all three rounds
were fired from the same weapon, which you assume,
but I can prove or disprove.
I will tell you
who manufactured the ammo, the batch number and perhaps,
where it was sold.
I will also, with some
degree of accuracy, tell you if it was fired from a lever-action, a bolt-action, a semi-automatic
or an automatic weapon.
However, there is no way
in hell I can tell you which of the 87 different
.308 models fired those rounds!
The rounds are Lapua.
What?
Lapua made the ammo.
Logo's on the rim.
Tony, I'm gonna miss her.
Me, too.
You hit?
No.
You're heavy.
/ Sorry.
God, no wonder you're so heavy.
Tony, you're all muscle.
Abby, shh!
Packing a nice booty, too.
Hey, is this how you deal with
getting shot at?
I don't know.
It's my first time.
/ Abby!
Boss, down!
We're taking fire!
You okay?
Yeah.
Close off Anacostia park
between the bridges.
Tell metro cops it's a crime scene.
Okay, all right.
/ Hey.
What if he has a night-vision scope?
That's a good point, boss.
I will get you bulletproof glass.
There's no such thing, Gibbs.
Okay, bullet-resistant glass.
Ari didn't shoot at you, and
hit Kate by mistake, did he?
He's after me now.
I was walking by that window
when he fired.
You're just saying that
to make me feel safe.
I'll keep you safe, Abby.
I promise.
I appreciate your keeping me covered
in front of the others.
Especially Tony.
Yes, I know how modest you are.
Were.
I'm dead now, Ducky.
Shouldn't be.
Could've killed Ari right here,
in autopsy.
Why did you hesitate?
His eyes.
There was something in his eyes that made me not want to kill him.
His eyes were ice to me.
Ari fired into Abby's lab.
Good lord!
It had to come from across the river
from Anacostia park.
Was Abigail hurt?
No, she's a little shook up.
Tony's with her.
In the lab?
She's in the squad room,
writing up an incident report.
You should have brought in
another M.E., Duck.
Couldn't.
Not for Caitlin.
I've lost men in combat.
You hope you won't,
you know you will.
This is diffent.
But it shouldn't be.
Kate was an agent.
She knew she had to
lay her life on the line.
Well...
/ But you're right.
It's different.
Well, you just said it.
You've lost men.
Have you ever lost a woman?
Let's face it, Jethro.
You and I are a couple
of old chauvinists.
Women will never be equal in our eyes
until they're equal in death.
Why, Ducky?
Why Kate?
Why not me?
Well, maybe he meant to hit you.
No.
No, him sniping Abby means
he's after my people.
Women first.
Then he's torturing you.
One has to wonder
what made him such a sadist.
I don't give a damn!
I just want to kill the bastard.
Hey, McGee, take a look at this.
I think...
it's a .308.
Stop staring at my butt and
get me an evidence jar.
Drop it.
Oh!
I found another one!
Boss, uh...
we, we, we found a .308 slug.
Two.
They were plugged in the trunk.
These fired by that dirtbag
in the warehouse?
Yes.
Those, I found
in the right side of the car.
Nine mil slugs.
Ari missed with his first shot,
hit the controller with his second.
Where were you
before you took cover?
Uh, right here.
Tony's right.
You do owe that terrorist a thank you.
He didn't police his brass again.
Metro PD found a .308 casing
in the park next to tire tracks.
/ And?
Nothing.
I was waiting for you to tell me to tell them to bring
the evidence here ASAP.
And I have to tell you that, Dinozzo?
You always do.
Tell metro PD to...
Already did, boss.
Oh, and by the way, the director
wants to see you up in MTAC.
Why are you baiting Gibbs?
Trying to get him
to stop being nice.
I like him nice.
Signal is strong.
We have a solid channel.
Initiating infrared...
What do you have?
Brass from Ari's sniper's nest.
Three bullets.
Tire tracks in Anacostia park, where he fired a shot across
the river into our forensics lab.
Unusual for a sniper not
to police his brass, isn't it?
Yes, sir.
I've received calls
from every director I know promising to hunt down this sniper
as if he'd killed one of their own.
FBI might be the most help.
Ari Haswari is their mole.
I endorsed your recommendation to award the presidential medal
of freedom to special agent Todd.
Thank you, sir.
According to your after-action report, no one actually saw the sniper
who killed agent Todd.
Ari was on a rooftop 600 meters away.
Extraordinary shot.
No, sir, not really.
You were a sniper with the corps,
weren't you?
/ Two tours.
Vietnam?
I'm not that old, sir.
Panama and Desert storm.
Thought you were older.
Target vehicle approaching.
Acquiring tarket.
We have a hard lock.
Target confirmed.
Engage.
Weapon free.
Good lock, on target.
Confirming target hit.
Good job, everyone.
Where was I?
Avoiding using Ari's name and the word
sniper in the same sentence, sir.
Your anger is understandable, Jethro.
You lost an agent.
You want payback.
Don't you, sir?
It's a passion I can't afford.
You honestly think it wasn't Ari?
No, but there are those who do.
Those who ran him.
Those who thought they had
the holy grail of moles.
Those people covering
their asses right now.
Make sure you cover yours
when you bring him in.
Won't be a problem, sir.
But I won't be bringing him in.
Anyway, you're not my
problem anymore, Jethro.
You firing me, sir?
I've been offered a deputy director's
position at homeland security.
You'd leave NCIS, sir?
Well, the agency could use
some younger blood.
Well, who'd be replacing you, sir?
Not me!
Much as I like you, Jethro,
I would not shoot NCIS in the head.
He's your problem now, director.
Hello, Jethro.
Should we skip the "you haven't
changed a bit" bull?
Why start lying to
each other now, Jen?
Any problem taking orders from me?
As director or as a woman?
Either.
It was six years ago.
The past won't be a problem.
You were a damn good agent.
Especially undercover.
Jethro.
Madam director.
You have no physical evidence
linking Ari to the shootings.
No wonder agencies here
and abroad have doubts.
This bastard already killed
one of my people.
He's trying to kill more,
and I'll tell you something else, no suit with a tight sphincter
is getting in my way, and that includes you, Jen.
Special agent Gibbs.
On the job, it is
director Shepard or ma'am.
Okay, what about off the job?
There won't be any
off-the-job, agent Gibbs.
That's too bad.
I missed you, Jen.
Don't make this difficult, Jethro.
Fair enough.
It won't happen again.
Director?
We can continue this
conversation in private.
Got to change my clothes.
We can talk on the way to the house.
Gibbs!
/ Hey!
I got a dead agent and
a sniper on the loose.
I do not have ten minutes to spare.
Tony, where are we?
McGee and Abby are
working firearms analysis.
I'm matching...
tire tracks to vehicles.
No one's to leave the building.
McGee's on protection
detail with Abby.
We'll be back in an hour.
Your mother should have
washed your mind out with soap.
Gibbs leaves with a woman,
and your only thought is...
nooner!
Was not.
Was, too.
I've always known
what you were thinking, Tony.
What?
What are you up to?
Tony!
I just died, and you're having a sexual fantasy?
Can't help it.
Dinozzo!
Sometimes, I used
to picture you naked.
I'll call you back.
Hi.
I was just...
Having phone sex?
Phone sex.
No.
Uh, charades.
Charades?
Like, uh...
You've played!
Never on the telephone.
Yeah, yeah.
My partner and I were coming up
with quotes for Saturday night.
You play charades on Saturday night?
To kill time before I go clubbing.
Who are you?
Ziva David.
Mossad.
You're Israeli?
Very good.
The way you made that connection.
Mossad, Israeli.
What can I do for you, miss David?
Nothing.
I'm here to see
special agent Gibbs.
How do you know I'm not Gibbs?
Gibbs?
He'll be back in an hour.
Are you sure I can't help you?
I don't think so.
We got off to a bad start.
I'm special agent Tony Dinozzo.
I wasn't playing charades.
I was...
remembering my partner.
Naked?
/ No.
Yes.
I...
I was just...
Look, I'm not the only
man who does it.
Oh, women do it, too.
With handsome men.
And even an occasional woman.
Now you're teasing me.
Didn't your partner tease you?
Not about sex.
Kate was kind of puritanical.
Sorry.
But it didn't matter.
I wasn't interested in her.
We were...
partners.
She wasn't attractive?
She was.
But not to me.
Then why did you imagine her naked?
Miss David, you can sit there and slouch provocatively
for an hour, if you'd like, or you can tell me what you need,
and maybe I can help.
You can't help, because I'm here to stop special agent Gibbs
from killing a Mossad officer.
Ari Haswari?
Yes.
I'd wish you luck, but I want the bastard dead, too.
Is this the same boat
you were building six years ago?
Nope.
What happened to it?
I burned her.
Why would you...
You named it after an ex-wife.
Let's go.
Which one?
You know damn well which one.
Why didn't you change the name?
Because it wouldn't matter.
Every time I went out on her,
I'd think of Diane.
You could have sold it.
And watch some other guy
sail off on her?
You didn't care
who sailed off on Diane.
Leroy Jethro Gibbs.
You are a strange man.
Me?
You were a good agent, Jen.
Were?
/ Yeah.
Director's job is pure politics.
I'm good at politics.
NCIS needs someone who can shake
the money tree on the hill and work with sister agencies.
Wait, you won't call a boat a "she".
but it's "sister" agencies?
I'm a schizoid libber.
Comes from working
with chauvinists like you.
I can't believe you would give up
field work for rubber chicken dinners.
I don't think they serve
that dish at Palena.
Never heard of it.
Why would you?
It isn't take-out.
So which of the tight sphincters
is taking you out to dinner?
Please, tell me it's not Fornell.
CBS early show.
They want background before I go on TV.
Jen...
Jen, you can't do that.
Excuse me?
Ari is a chauvinist.
He is taking out the women
I work with before me.
Jethro, people who should know don't believe
Ari Haswari is the sniper.
And you haven't provided any
evidence to prove them wrong.
You ever doubted me?
Professionally?
Never.
Why are you doubting me now?
I have to establish a working
relationship with these people.
Who are you gonna side with, Jen,
them or me?
Give me a tough question.
What is with this music?
I'm playing it out
of respect for Kate.
I thought you were
from New Orleans.
/ So?
Well, don't they
play jazz at funerals?
Coming from the cemetery
after the body has been buried.
On the way to the cemetery,
we play a dirge.
Do you know what a dirge is, Timmy?
Creepy music.
Can you go back to the squad room
and let me do my job?
I can't.
Why?
Gibbs.
Gibbs told me to watch over you.
That is so sweet!
You're from a wealthy family.
Really?
Born and raised on the east coast.
New England boarding school.
Spent some time in the
midwest and Philadelphia.
How would you know that?
Shalom, Jen.
Shalom.
Did I miss it?
Yes, you did.
But we didn't.
You first.
Ziva David.
Mossad.
She's here to
stop you from whacking Ari.
Yours?
Director Jenny Shepard.
Same mission.
Which agency?
Ours.
Yeah?
Special agent Gibbs.
Ziva David.
Mossad.
Ziva.
Director Shepard has
spoken often of you.
Really?
Ziva and I worked
anti-terrorist OPs since 9/11.
You saw one today in MTAC.
That was yours?
I only acquired the intel.
Excuse me.
Yes, I really am
the new NCIS director.
Yeah.
Good to have you back, boss.
I have a relationship with
the new NCIS director and may be able to convince
her of your innocence.
But not Special Agent Gibbs.
He's a man with blood in his eyes.
Let me worry about Gibbs.
Do you have the passport and money?
Yes.
Use the drop.
Tonight.
I want to see you.
Too risky.
Gibbs will have you followed.
We'll meet in Paris
after the mission is over.
I promise.
I don't want to lose you, too.
You won't.
Miss David, who's get cut off if Ari's not
a Mossad mole but a terrorist?
Mine, I suppose.
Since I'm his control officer.
Ah, they promote control
officers young in Mossad.
Have to.
The good ones are dead at your age.
Do you know how I located
Ari's terrorist cell?
GPS fix off his encrypted cell phone.
He wanted you to know
the terrorists' location so you could stop
the missile instead of him, which would have necessitated
blowing his cover.
Only an NSA satellite
can GPS an encrypted phone.
Ari didn't know I had that asset.
You give him less credit
than he gives you.
Who hung up first, you or him?
Ari knows a fix
takes only 19 seconds.
When Sharon visited Bush, Ari's Hamas cell kidnapped agent Todd.
Why didn't he kill her
instead of freeing her to warn the secret service?
I don't know.
Why don't you arrange a meet,
and he can tell me?
Ari Haswari is a Mossad
operative undercover in Hamas.
He hasn't turned on us or you.
He didn't kill agent Todd.
Gibbs, even if you're right,
we owe them proof.
That's all we ask.
Don't kill the wrong man.
Like Mossad did in Norway?
That mistake cost us dearly.
Not as dearly as the Palestinian
waiter you killed.
Ziva, assure your deputy director that, even though
Ari Haswari is a suspect, no action will be taken
unless we have evidentiary proof.
Proof before action.
You were my sweet superhero, Kate.
You're a naughty boy, Timmy.
Oh, my god, I'm becoming Tony.
Oh, wow!
Wow what?
Uh, I, um...
I, I, I...
Stop "uh, uming"
McGee, spit it out.
Uh, I, I was thinking about Kate.
Me, too.
I kind of still feel like
she's here, you know.
I want you on Ziva's ass.
She's not really my type, boss.
To tail her.
I knew that.
She's been in contact with Ari.
It's the only way she could know
I hung up on him.
Ooh, I don't want you to get
pissed but...
I thought you wanted me pissed.
I did.
It was kind of weird
when you were being nice.
Not that you're not nice.
I mean, uh...
Will you spit it out, Dinozzo?
What if Ziva's right and Ari
knew you traced the call?
Maybe he wasn't the sniper.
She is right.
Ari wanted me to raid the warehouse.
He set me up.
And it cost Kate her life.
Is he a mole or a terrorist?
Whatever works to play his game.
If Ziva leads me to Ari?
Shadow him and call me.
So you can bring him in?
Yeah, so I can bring him in...
to autopsy.
The FBI database gave me six weapons whose rifling patterns
fit the bullets you recovered.
I've been able to eliminate
all but three.
Two SWAT weapons,
the Tango 51 and the Bravo 51.
And this...
/ My old friend.
A marine M-40 A-1 sniper rifle.
It looks sweet the way
you own that, boss.
Sweet?
Uh, yeah, it's an expression.
It means...
Yeah, I know what
it means, McGee.
You think Ari looked sweet
when he shot Kate?
Of course not, boss.
My vote is for the Tango
or Bravo 51's.
What do you think, Gibbs?
Your test rounds show more
gouging than Ari'S.
He was hand-loading
and moly-coating.
You are so good!
Moly-coating?
Yeah.
Molybdenum disulfide.
It's a lubricant.
It decreases barrel wear
and increases accuracy.
McGee, run a trace on Tango
and Bravo 51 sales, last six weeks, tri-state area.
Check the bravo first.
On it, boss.
Any prints on the brass?
No.
Is your gut telling you something?
Yeah.
I need coffee.
No, Gibbs.
Come on.
This isn't just another investigation.
Todd was your agent,
but Kate was my friend.
So can you just stop it with
the John Wayne stare and tell me what your gut says?
What don't I believe in, Abby?
UFOs, mystics, coincidence, saying you're sorry, excuses,
I could go on all night.
As a marine sniper, I used hand-loaded Lapua, .308, boat-tail, full metal jacket,
moly-coated bullets.
Gibbs...
You know what a sniper
calls a Bravo 51?
No.
A Kate.
My shoulder hurts
when it rains, too, Gerald.
Good night, Kate.
Autopsy.
Hello, Dr.
Mallard.
Gerald!
How are you, my dear fellow?
I've been better.
Oh, what's wrong?
He's having flashbacks.
Who, who are you?
Oh, I'm hurt.
You don't recognize my voice?
You bastard!
You do remember me.
If you harm Gerald...
I have no intention
of harming Gerald.
I think one ruined shoulder is enough.
It certainly is for me.
What do you want?
A professional courtesy,
one doctor to another.
Yes, well, I'd be most willing
to provide a free autopsy.
Dr.
Mallard, I want to prove
I didn't kill Caitlin.
By taking Gerald hostage.
Gerald is free to go if you'll listen to my side
of this tragedy.
I'm listening.
It's a long story and I'd hate to have
somebody trace this call.
Well, no one is here, but me...
And Caitlin.
It must have been a difficult
autopsy for you.
I am truly sorry, doctor.
Oh, get on with it.
Will you meet me alone?
What happens to Gerald?
Come alone and
you can exchange places.
Doctor, don't come.
He'll kill you.
Learn to trust, Gerald.
I may have shot you in the shoulder, but I've never lied to you.
Doctor?
You have my word.
Thank you.
Re-evaluating your convictions?
How many times you tell me there's
no such thing as a coincidence?
Jethro.
I know it's been a difficult day
for both of us.
That's what my DI used to say.
Never believed him.
Jen...
You going to dinner with CBS?
I am.
Don't do that interview.
Please.
I'll see if I can
delay it a few days.
Good.
Good night, Jethro.
Good night.
Ducky!
How nice to see you again.
And you.
Congratulations.
Going home?
Um...
Yes.
Ducky!
So are you back at work, Gerald?
Next week.
I've always found that
work is the best...
A vintage Morgan.
How ducky.
Flash your lights.
Roll down your window.
Now, wait in the good doctor's car,
while we talk.
To be continued...
NCIS
3x01 Kill Ari (1) .
ORIGINAL AIR DATE ON CBS: 2005/09/20 Oh, Caitlin.
I am so sorry.
Why me, Gibbs?
Wasn't stopping one bullet
enough for you?
Why did I have to take two?
I, I don't know.
You don't know?
Come on, Gibbs.
What's that famous gut tell you?
Why did I die instead of you?
Found Ari's sniper's nest, boss.
Roof of an abandoned office
building to the east.
Didn't police his brass.
They're Lapua .308s.
I, I didn't mean that
you couldn't see that, boss.
I can't without my glasses.
Lapua's match-grade sniper ammo.
You guys find any bullets?
Uh, none that match the casings.
I left three guys
on the roof searching.
McGee and I will go back
to the roof, boss.
Tony, you're soaking wet.
Go put some dry clothes on.
Ari's rooftop wasn't
much higher than ours.
Roof lines behind us were lower.
No telling how far a full metal
jacket bullet would go after killing Kate.
How's he know it's a full metal jacket?
Didn't you see Kate?
I didn't want to.
Her head was intact.
So she didn't look bad?
No.
No, not at all, probie.
In fact, a little mortuary
putty right here and...
She'll be good as new.
Of course, she was having
a bad hair day, though.
Right back here.
Because a full metal jacket will put a hole
the size of a grapefruit right about there.
Tony...
Please.
I'm sorry, kid.
Three rounds.
Only one hit?
Well, he must have popped
off a couple rounds when you were weaving across the roof.
I was standing still
when Kate was shot.
McGee lasered the distance
at nearly 600 meters.
572.
Slight shift in the wind, he misses you, he hits Kate.
There was no wind.
What are you saying,
he was aiming at Kate?
You're the one
he wants to kill.
Ari had a thing for Kate.
What are you talking about?
She told me that he was
always coming on to her, in autopsy, when he kidnapped
her and let her go...
She never told me that.
Gee, what a surprise.
What?
Huh?
Don't do that, Tony.
When was this hit, Tim?
When I was pinned down.
Ari have a shot at it?
Our car was between the terrorist
and the controller.
There's no way he could have hit it.
Boss, I'm, I'm sorry.
I should've realized that it was Ari.
Why didn't he pop McGee?
Oh, thanks, Tony.
All I'm saying is, you're a sizable target,
the controller isn't.
You saying I'm fat?
No.
I mean, maybe a little
around the waist, under the chin.
He didn't have an angle on Tim.
Well, you owe that shooter
from the warehouse a "thank you."
He saved your life.
The bullet entered here.
It could have ricocheted into the car.
I'll, I'll get on it.
Abby should be in by now.
Tony...
See what she can
pull off that brass.
I'm going for coffee.
Can I get you boys some?
No.
/ No, thanks.
That's a first.
He called me Tim.
He patted my back.
It was kind of nice.
Nice?
I don't want nice.
He's not Gibbs if he's nice.
You're a mess, girl.
Red eyes, no makeup.
If ever there was a time
for black lipstick, it's now.
Remember when we first met?
I couldn't believe you
were a forensic scientist.
I thought Goths had bats for pets,
or vice versa.
I really liked you, Kate.
A lot.
Don't start that again.
Where are your pigtails?
I love you in pigtails.
That's better.
You were persistent, Abbs.
First the dark lipstick,
and then the black nail polish.
Next thing you know, I have a tat on my bum.
Oh, god.
Ducky's gonna see it.
I'm dead and I'm embarrassed.
Abby?
Hey, Tony.
You okay?
I will be, as soon as
I tie up my pigtails.
There.
What can I do for you?
What?
You're weirder than Gibbs.
How so?
He's being nice.
Gibbs is always nice.
To you and Ducky, maybe.
Me, he growls at
and smacks on the head.
Which makes you feel wanted.
What do you got for me?
.308 casings from Ari's sniper nest.
You would have to give me
the most popular caliber in the world.
Well, hey, I just found them.
Can you tell what weapon he used?
A .308.
What model .308?
You don't know?
Would I be asking?
Well, how am I supposed to know?
Because you're the firearms expert.
That I am.
And when I'm done,
I will tell you the propellant, the primer, the percentage of nickel
and copper in the brass, whether or not all three rounds
were fired from the same weapon, which you assume,
but I can prove or disprove.
I will tell you
who manufactured the ammo, the batch number and perhaps,
where it was sold.
I will also, with some
degree of accuracy, tell you if it was fired from a lever-action, a bolt-action, a semi-automatic
or an automatic weapon.
However, there is no way
in hell I can tell you which of the 87 different
.308 models fired those rounds!
The rounds are Lapua.
What?
Lapua made the ammo.
Logo's on the rim.
Tony, I'm gonna miss her.
Me, too.
You hit?
No.
You're heavy.
/ Sorry.
God, no wonder you're so heavy.
Tony, you're all muscle.
Abby, shh!
Packing a nice booty, too.
Hey, is this how you deal with
getting shot at?
I don't know.
It's my first time.
/ Abby!
Boss, down!
We're taking fire!
You okay?
Yeah.
Close off Anacostia park
between the bridges.
Tell metro cops it's a crime scene.
Okay, all right.
/ Hey.
What if he has a night-vision scope?
That's a good point, boss.
I will get you bulletproof glass.
There's no such thing, Gibbs.
Okay, bullet-resistant glass.
Ari didn't shoot at you, and
hit Kate by mistake, did he?
He's after me now.
I was walking by that window
when he fired.
You're just saying that
to make me feel safe.
I'll keep you safe, Abby.
I promise.
I appreciate your keeping me covered
in front of the others.
Especially Tony.
Yes, I know how modest you are.
Were.
I'm dead now, Ducky.
Shouldn't be.
Could've killed Ari right here,
in autopsy.
Why did you hesitate?
His eyes.
There was something in his eyes that made me not want to kill him.
His eyes were ice to me.
Ari fired into Abby's lab.
Good lord!
It had to come from across the river
from Anacostia park.
Was Abigail hurt?
No, she's a little shook up.
Tony's with her.
In the lab?
She's in the squad room,
writing up an incident report.
You should have brought in
another M.E., Duck.
Couldn't.
Not for Caitlin.
I've lost men in combat.
You hope you won't,
you know you will.
This is diffent.
But it shouldn't be.
Kate was an agent.
She knew she had to
lay her life on the line.
Well...
/ But you're right.
It's different.
Well, you just said it.
You've lost men.
Have you ever lost a woman?
Let's face it, Jethro.
You and I are a couple
of old chauvinists.
Women will never be equal in our eyes
until they're equal in death.
Why, Ducky?
Why Kate?
Why not me?
Well, maybe he meant to hit you.
No.
No, him sniping Abby means
he's after my people.
Women first.
Then he's torturing you.
One has to wonder
what made him such a sadist.
I don't give a damn!
I just want to kill the bastard.
Hey, McGee, take a look at this.
I think...
it's a .308.
Stop staring at my butt and
get me an evidence jar.
Drop it.
Oh!
I found another one!
Boss, uh...
we, we, we found a .308 slug.
Two.
They were plugged in the trunk.
These fired by that dirtbag
in the warehouse?
Yes.
Those, I found
in the right side of the car.
Nine mil slugs.
Ari missed with his first shot,
hit the controller with his second.
Where were you
before you took cover?
Uh, right here.
Tony's right.
You do owe that terrorist a thank you.
He didn't police his brass again.
Metro PD found a .308 casing
in the park next to tire tracks.
/ And?
Nothing.
I was waiting for you to tell me to tell them to bring
the evidence here ASAP.
And I have to tell you that, Dinozzo?
You always do.
Tell metro PD to...
Already did, boss.
Oh, and by the way, the director
wants to see you up in MTAC.
Why are you baiting Gibbs?
Trying to get him
to stop being nice.
I like him nice.
Signal is strong.
We have a solid channel.
Initiating infrared...
What do you have?
Brass from Ari's sniper's nest.
Three bullets.
Tire tracks in Anacostia park, where he fired a shot across
the river into our forensics lab.
Unusual for a sniper not
to police his brass, isn't it?
Yes, sir.
I've received calls
from every director I know promising to hunt down this sniper
as if he'd killed one of their own.
FBI might be the most help.
Ari Haswari is their mole.
I endorsed your recommendation to award the presidential medal
of freedom to special agent Todd.
Thank you, sir.
According to your after-action report, no one actually saw the sniper
who killed agent Todd.
Ari was on a rooftop 600 meters away.
Extraordinary shot.
No, sir, not really.
You were a sniper with the corps,
weren't you?
/ Two tours.
Vietnam?
I'm not that old, sir.
Panama and Desert storm.
Thought you were older.
Target vehicle approaching.
Acquiring tarket.
We have a hard lock.
Target confirmed.
Engage.
Weapon free.
Good lock, on target.
Confirming target hit.
Good job, everyone.
Where was I?
Avoiding using Ari's name and the word
sniper in the same sentence, sir.
Your anger is understandable, Jethro.
You lost an agent.
You want payback.
Don't you, sir?
It's a passion I can't afford.
You honestly think it wasn't Ari?
No, but there are those who do.
Those who ran him.
Those who thought they had
the holy grail of moles.
Those people covering
their asses right now.
Make sure you cover yours
when you bring him in.
Won't be a problem, sir.
But I won't be bringing him in.
Anyway, you're not my
problem anymore, Jethro.
You firing me, sir?
I've been offered a deputy director's
position at homeland security.
You'd leave NCIS, sir?
Well, the agency could use
some younger blood.
Well, who'd be replacing you, sir?
Not me!
Much as I like you, Jethro,
I would not shoot NCIS in the head.
He's your problem now, director.
Hello, Jethro.
Should we skip the "you haven't
changed a bit" bull?
Why start lying to
each other now, Jen?
Any problem taking orders from me?
As director or as a woman?
Either.
It was six years ago.
The past won't be a problem.
You were a damn good agent.
Especially undercover.
Jethro.
Madam director.
You have no physical evidence
linking Ari to the shootings.
No wonder agencies here
and abroad have doubts.
This bastard already killed
one of my people.
He's trying to kill more,
and I'll tell you something else, no suit with a tight sphincter
is getting in my way, and that includes you, Jen.
Special agent Gibbs.
On the job, it is
director Shepard or ma'am.
Okay, what about off the job?
There won't be any
off-the-job, agent Gibbs.
That's too bad.
I missed you, Jen.
Don't make this difficult, Jethro.
Fair enough.
It won't happen again.
Director?
We can continue this
conversation in private.
Got to change my clothes.
We can talk on the way to the house.
Gibbs!
/ Hey!
I got a dead agent and
a sniper on the loose.
I do not have ten minutes to spare.
Tony, where are we?
McGee and Abby are
working firearms analysis.
I'm matching...
tire tracks to vehicles.
No one's to leave the building.
McGee's on protection
detail with Abby.
We'll be back in an hour.
Your mother should have
washed your mind out with soap.
Gibbs leaves with a woman,
and your only thought is...
nooner!
Was not.
Was, too.
I've always known
what you were thinking, Tony.
What?
What are you up to?
Tony!
I just died, and you're having a sexual fantasy?
Can't help it.
Dinozzo!
Sometimes, I used
to picture you naked.
I'll call you back.
Hi.
I was just...
Having phone sex?
Phone sex.
No.
Uh, charades.
Charades?
Like, uh...
You've played!
Never on the telephone.
Yeah, yeah.
My partner and I were coming up
with quotes for Saturday night.
You play charades on Saturday night?
To kill time before I go clubbing.
Who are you?
Ziva David.
Mossad.
You're Israeli?
Very good.
The way you made that connection.
Mossad, Israeli.
What can I do for you, miss David?
Nothing.
I'm here to see
special agent Gibbs.
How do you know I'm not Gibbs?
Gibbs?
He'll be back in an hour.
Are you sure I can't help you?
I don't think so.
We got off to a bad start.
I'm special agent Tony Dinozzo.
I wasn't playing charades.
I was...
remembering my partner.
Naked?
/ No.
Yes.
I...
I was just...
Look, I'm not the only
man who does it.
Oh, women do it, too.
With handsome men.
And even an occasional woman.
Now you're teasing me.
Didn't your partner tease you?
Not about sex.
Kate was kind of puritanical.
Sorry.
But it didn't matter.
I wasn't interested in her.
We were...
partners.
She wasn't attractive?
She was.
But not to me.
Then why did you imagine her naked?
Miss David, you can sit there and slouch provocatively
for an hour, if you'd like, or you can tell me what you need,
and maybe I can help.
You can't help, because I'm here to stop special agent Gibbs
from killing a Mossad officer.
Ari Haswari?
Yes.
I'd wish you luck, but I want the bastard dead, too.
Is this the same boat
you were building six years ago?
Nope.
What happened to it?
I burned her.
Why would you...
You named it after an ex-wife.
Let's go.
Which one?
You know damn well which one.
Why didn't you change the name?
Because it wouldn't matter.
Every time I went out on her,
I'd think of Diane.
You could have sold it.
And watch some other guy
sail off on her?
You didn't care
who sailed off on Diane.
Leroy Jethro Gibbs.
You are a strange man.
Me?
You were a good agent, Jen.
Were?
/ Yeah.
Director's job is pure politics.
I'm good at politics.
NCIS needs someone who can shake
the money tree on the hill and work with sister agencies.
Wait, you won't call a boat a "she".
but it's "sister" agencies?
I'm a schizoid libber.
Comes from working
with chauvinists like you.
I can't believe you would give up
field work for rubber chicken dinners.
I don't think they serve
that dish at Palena.
Never heard of it.
Why would you?
It isn't take-out.
So which of the tight sphincters
is taking you out to dinner?
Please, tell me it's not Fornell.
CBS early show.
They want background before I go on TV.
Jen...
Jen, you can't do that.
Excuse me?
Ari is a chauvinist.
He is taking out the women
I work with before me.
Jethro, people who should know don't believe
Ari Haswari is the sniper.
And you haven't provided any
evidence to prove them wrong.
You ever doubted me?
Professionally?
Never.
Why are you doubting me now?
I have to establish a working
relationship with these people.
Who are you gonna side with, Jen,
them or me?
Give me a tough question.
What is with this music?
I'm playing it out
of respect for Kate.
I thought you were
from New Orleans.
/ So?
Well, don't they
play jazz at funerals?
Coming from the cemetery
after the body has been buried.
On the way to the cemetery,
we play a dirge.
Do you know what a dirge is, Timmy?
Creepy music.
Can you go back to the squad room
and let me do my job?
I can't.
Why?
Gibbs.
Gibbs told me to watch over you.
That is so sweet!
You're from a wealthy family.
Really?
Born and raised on the east coast.
New England boarding school.
Spent some time in the
midwest and Philadelphia.
How would you know that?
Shalom, Jen.
Shalom.
Did I miss it?
Yes, you did.
But we didn't.
You first.
Ziva David.
Mossad.
She's here to
stop you from whacking Ari.
Yours?
Director Jenny Shepard.
Same mission.
Which agency?
Ours.
Yeah?
Special agent Gibbs.
Ziva David.
Mossad.
Ziva.
Director Shepard has
spoken often of you.
Really?
Ziva and I worked
anti-terrorist OPs since 9/11.
You saw one today in MTAC.
That was yours?
I only acquired the intel.
Excuse me.
Yes, I really am
the new NCIS director.
Yeah.
Good to have you back, boss.
I have a relationship with
the new NCIS director and may be able to convince
her of your innocence.
But not Special Agent Gibbs.
He's a man with blood in his eyes.
Let me worry about Gibbs.
Do you have the passport and money?
Yes.
Use the drop.
Tonight.
I want to see you.
Too risky.
Gibbs will have you followed.
We'll meet in Paris
after the mission is over.
I promise.
I don't want to lose you, too.
You won't.
Miss David, who's get cut off if Ari's not
a Mossad mole but a terrorist?
Mine, I suppose.
Since I'm his control officer.
Ah, they promote control
officers young in Mossad.
Have to.
The good ones are dead at your age.
Do you know how I located
Ari's terrorist cell?
GPS fix off his encrypted cell phone.
He wanted you to know
the terrorists' location so you could stop
the missile instead of him, which would have necessitated
blowing his cover.
Only an NSA satellite
can GPS an encrypted phone.
Ari didn't know I had that asset.
You give him less credit
than he gives you.
Who hung up first, you or him?
Ari knows a fix
takes only 19 seconds.
When Sharon visited Bush, Ari's Hamas cell kidnapped agent Todd.
Why didn't he kill her
instead of freeing her to warn the secret service?
I don't know.
Why don't you arrange a meet,
and he can tell me?
Ari Haswari is a Mossad
operative undercover in Hamas.
He hasn't turned on us or you.
He didn't kill agent Todd.
Gibbs, even if you're right,
we owe them proof.
That's all we ask.
Don't kill the wrong man.
Like Mossad did in Norway?
That mistake cost us dearly.
Not as dearly as the Palestinian
waiter you killed.
Ziva, assure your deputy director that, even though
Ari Haswari is a suspect, no action will be taken
unless we have evidentiary proof.
Proof before action.
You were my sweet superhero, Kate.
You're a naughty boy, Timmy.
Oh, my god, I'm becoming Tony.
Oh, wow!
Wow what?
Uh, I, um...
I, I, I...
Stop "uh, uming"
McGee, spit it out.
Uh, I, I was thinking about Kate.
Me, too.
I kind of still feel like
she's here, you know.
I want you on Ziva's ass.
She's not really my type, boss.
To tail her.
I knew that.
She's been in contact with Ari.
It's the only way she could know
I hung up on him.
Ooh, I don't want you to get
pissed but...
I thought you wanted me pissed.
I did.
It was kind of weird
when you were being nice.
Not that you're not nice.
I mean, uh...
Will you spit it out, Dinozzo?
What if Ziva's right and Ari
knew you traced the call?
Maybe he wasn't the sniper.
She is right.
Ari wanted me to raid the warehouse.
He set me up.
And it cost Kate her life.
Is he a mole or a terrorist?
Whatever works to play his game.
If Ziva leads me to Ari?
Shadow him and call me.
So you can bring him in?
Yeah, so I can bring him in...
to autopsy.
The FBI database gave me six weapons whose rifling patterns
fit the bullets you recovered.
I've been able to eliminate
all but three.
Two SWAT weapons,
the Tango 51 and the Bravo 51.
And this...
/ My old friend.
A marine M-40 A-1 sniper rifle.
It looks sweet the way
you own that, boss.
Sweet?
Uh, yeah, it's an expression.
It means...
Yeah, I know what
it means, McGee.
You think Ari looked sweet
when he shot Kate?
Of course not, boss.
My vote is for the Tango
or Bravo 51's.
What do you think, Gibbs?
Your test rounds show more
gouging than Ari'S.
He was hand-loading
and moly-coating.
You are so good!
Moly-coating?
Yeah.
Molybdenum disulfide.
It's a lubricant.
It decreases barrel wear
and increases accuracy.
McGee, run a trace on Tango
and Bravo 51 sales, last six weeks, tri-state area.
Check the bravo first.
On it, boss.
Any prints on the brass?
No.
Is your gut telling you something?
Yeah.
I need coffee.
No, Gibbs.
Come on.
This isn't just another investigation.
Todd was your agent,
but Kate was my friend.
So can you just stop it with
the John Wayne stare and tell me what your gut says?
What don't I believe in, Abby?
UFOs, mystics, coincidence, saying you're sorry, excuses,
I could go on all night.
As a marine sniper, I used hand-loaded Lapua, .308, boat-tail, full metal jacket,
moly-coated bullets.
Gibbs...
You know what a sniper
calls a Bravo 51?
No.
A Kate.
My shoulder hurts
when it rains, too, Gerald.
Good night, Kate.
Autopsy.
Hello, Dr.
Mallard.
Gerald!
How are you, my dear fellow?
I've been better.
Oh, what's wrong?
He's having flashbacks.
Who, who are you?
Oh, I'm hurt.
You don't recognize my voice?
You bastard!
You do remember me.
If you harm Gerald...
I have no intention
of harming Gerald.
I think one ruined shoulder is enough.
It certainly is for me.
What do you want?
A professional courtesy,
one doctor to another.
Yes, well, I'd be most willing
to provide a free autopsy.
Dr.
Mallard, I want to prove
I didn't kill Caitlin.
By taking Gerald hostage.
Gerald is free to go if you'll listen to my side
of this tragedy.
I'm listening.
It's a long story and I'd hate to have
somebody trace this call.
Well, no one is here, but me...
And Caitlin.
It must have been a difficult
autopsy for you.
I am truly sorry, doctor.
Oh, get on with it.
Will you meet me alone?
What happens to Gerald?
Come alone and
you can exchange places.
Doctor, don't come.
He'll kill you.
Learn to trust, Gerald.
I may have shot you in the shoulder, but I've never lied to you.
Doctor?
You have my word.
Thank you.
Re-evaluating your convictions?
How many times you tell me there's
no such thing as a coincidence?
Jethro.
I know it's been a difficult day
for both of us.
That's what my DI used to say.
Never believed him.
Jen...
You going to dinner with CBS?
I am.
Don't do that interview.
Please.
I'll see if I can
delay it a few days.
Good.
Good night, Jethro.
Good night.
Ducky!
How nice to see you again.
And you.
Congratulations.
Going home?
Um...
Yes.
Ducky!
So are you back at work, Gerald?
Next week.
I've always found that
work is the best...
A vintage Morgan.
How ducky.
Flash your lights.
Roll down your window.
Now, wait in the good doctor's car,
while we talk.
To be continued...