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NCIS
Season 01 Episode 12

"My Other Left Foot"
== resynced by Brach_Movic aka GilangPC ==

Hey, how was
your date last night?

How did you know
I had a date last night?

Yeah, you talked for 11 on the phone,
Its meaning just says something.

You mean
you eavesdropped.

Yes, it didn't go too well, huh?

He had to cancel.

What excuse did he give?

Surgery.

It's a good one.

I'll remember that.

- What was wrong with him?
- He didn't have surgery, Tony.

He performed it.

Hey! How was your big
date last night?

- What'd I say?
- Date never happened.

What excuse did he give?

Surgery.

That's a good one!

Grab your stuff.

- Where're we going?
- West virginia.

Almost heaven.

Take me home, country road.

A little John Denver.

Let me grab my gear.

Clarksburg.

What's in Clarksburg?

Junk dealer stumbled onto a leg.

We're driving to
West Virginia to look at a leg?

It belongs to a marine.

How can you tell from a leg?

Gibbs.

NCIS.

- How do?
- This how you found the leg?

Yes, Sir.

Mr. Green found
it in that dumpster.

When he realized
what he was holding,

he tossed it to get rid of it.

Landed here.

Kind of funny.

- What?
- How it landed.

Like it was climbing the stairs.

You think finding the severed
leg of a marine is funny?

No, Sir.
No, Sir, I don't.

Find the rest of the body?

Not yet.

Local chief of police has his
boys checking all the dumpsters

and the town garbage pit.

Well, I'll leave you all to it.

Tony, laser and sketch.
Got it.

Kate, take photos.
Yeah.

So, what do we got here, Duck,
other than the obvious?

Well, with the absence of hemorrhagic
tissue around the point of injury,

I'd say the

limb was severed postmortem.

Time of death?

From a leg?

I'll tell you what, Gibbs.

You find me a liver in that leg,
and I'll estimate you a time of death.

What's that, wedged in the sole?

From a small seed,

a mighty trunk may grow.

Well, there's not much more
for me to do here.

I saw a great antique store
around the corner.

Give me a shout if you need me.

Ducky!

Need you here.

Oh, Jethro, I refuse to speculate on the
time of death of the marine missing that leg.

However, I will tell you
that the limb, itself,

has been dead more than,
no, less than 24 hours.

I'll shout if I need you.

You find the boot?

I was just looking for junk,

stuff people throw out.

Like a boot?
Yep.

No law against taking stufffolks thrown out.

Why you putting
on rubber gloves?

We're going to need your prints.
For what?

Separate them from
those we find on the leg.

You can take fingerprints off a leg?

I don't get the whole tattoo thing.

I'll add that to the ever-growing
list of things you don't get.

Being stuck with a needle thousands
of times for a piece of artwork...

No, thank you.

It's more than just artwork, Tony.

On a woman, maybe.

- What?
- You know, on a woman.

It means she's up for anything.

Abby's got tattoos.

- No comment.
- Oh, what about me?

You think I'm up for anything?

- You don't have a tat.
- And if I did,

then that would just blow your
theory to hell, now wouldn't it?

Okay, say for a minute
I believe you got one.

Where is it?

Nowhere you will ever see.

Ah, necessity,
the mother of invention.

I suspect

the inventors of
super glue never imagined

that, when heated up and applied
to surfaces in gaseous form,

its bonding capabilities would enable
us to obtain fingerprints from a human leg.

I liked that commercial where the
guy put super glue on his hard hat

and then glued his head
to the beam and hung there.

I tried that with my little brother.

I sense this anecdote doesn't
have a storybook ending.

It does if you like your stories
to end with bald seven year olds.

He still gets mad
when I call him Kojak.

So I pulled a partial off her leg
that isn't the junk collector's.

Could be the victim's.

Run it through
the military database.

So any other body
parts show up?

No.

- Isn't that a little bit hinky?
- Oh, it's more than a bit.

All we've got is a tattooed leg,
a sock and a boot.

You're forgetting about our interesting
little bit of botanical evidence.

Oh, yeah. That. Yeah.

Well, I want the life history,
family, where it grew up...

College transcripts, I know.

Yeah.

Our victim had
a titanium ankle joint,

which I'm about to remove.

That's too young for arthritis.

Yeah, it was most likely due to
an accident, auto, motorcycle, skiing.

Polo.

Polo's a very
dangerous sport.

Yes, the joint will have a serial number

traceable to the doctor who
performed the surgery.

- Anything else?
- Well, as I suspected,

our marine
was dismembered postmortem.

Here. The jagged teeth
pattern on the femur bone

suggests that a saw was used.

Well, he didn't feel it, Tony.

- Still makes me wince.
- Yes, well, given

how straight
and clean the cut was,

it was almost certainly
some kind of power saw.

I wonder if they still have
the Eurail pass.

Yeah. In the summer
of my 18th year,

my grandfather
gave me a Eurail pass

to celebrate my
advancement to university.

I traveled to nine
different countries.

Met an Austrian girl named Giselle
who left her fingerprints on my heart.

Visited all the major
museums of Europe.

The artwork was extraordinary.

Ah, Da vinci, Rembrandt,

Van gogh, Renoir...

- Botticelli...
- I like saying "Botticelli."

And that brings me
to Christy brown,

the irish poet and painter.

Yes, he suffered
from cerebral palsy.

Learned to paint with his foot.

Quite remarkable.

He wrote an autobiography,
"My Left Foot",

which became an exceptional film
starring Daniel Day Lewis.

That's a right foot.

Oh. So it is.

Ah, well.

Serial number of the ankle joint

is three-two-seven
four-zero-one-five.

I'll hold.

Doing something case-related?

Joint replacement database site,
targeting orthopedic specialists,

search referenced to hospital
privileges and surgical records.

All right, DiNozzo.

Is it on your butt?

I told you, I was kidding.

You only said you were kidding because
you were embarrassed you told me.

- I don't have a tattoo.
- It's a butterfly, isn't it?

You seem like
a butterfly kind of girl.

Yeah, it's a butterfly.

On my hip.

Oh, yes, I'm still here.

Thank you.

The manufacturer shipped
our marine's titanium ankle

to the naval hospital
in Bethesda in '99.

It was signed for by Captain
Brent Peters. May 14, 2000.

I'll call Gibbs.

It's not a butterfly, is it?

I remember that surgery.

We usually fuse the ankle and implant
a metal splint in our young servicemen.

But his ankle was literally
crushed in an auto wreck.

May of 2000, you said?

According to our research.

Here it is. May 15, 2000.

I implanted that ankle in marine
Private First Class Thomas Dorn.

What can you tell me about him?

I can tell you a lot about his ankle.
I don't even remember the rest of him.

Seems to be
a reocurring problem.

- The ankle?
- No, the rest of him.

His leg was found in a Clarksburg,
West Virginia trash bin early this morning.

Just the leg?

So far.

How deteriorated was the leg?

It wasn't.

The M.E. estimated he died
within the previous 24 hours.

There a problem?

According to his military record...

PFC Dorn died two years ago.

PFC Don's service record.

He was only in the corps
11 months before the accident.

He was about to get a medical
discharge when he died.

Got the death certificate.

Signed by a Dr. Sylvia Chalmers
in Harmony, West Virginia.

Harmony?

Yeah, population 1,600.

Sounds cute, doesn't it?

Cause of death,
myocardial infarction.

A heart attack at 22?

As Abby would say, pretty hinky.

I do believe the die
is cast, however.

If your parents and
grandparents live to be old,

so will you.

I had an aunt who died at seven.

Just a theory.

Where's the autopsy report?

- There isn't one.
- You mean you didn't find it.

No, I mean no autopsy.

The doctor signed a death
certificate, but that was it.

Small towns, you can
get away with murder.

The hell you can.

You find the doctor in Harmony,
why there was no autopsy report.

Find out where
this body is buried.

You get a court order
to dig up PFC Dorn,

and you have that body
shipped back here to Ducky.

Abby!

Ducky!

Find anything?

Nothing yet.

I'll tell you one thing, though.
This guy had huge feet.

I could wear this
sock as a leg warmer.

What are you implying, Abby?

I'm not implying anything.

But you know what they say about guys
with big hands and big feet, right?

What?

They're clowns.

I got something.

What are you so happy about?

I'm just looking
forward to Harmony.

You really like small towns?

Peace and quiet?

A place where people
know you by name?

No blockbuster or starbucks
on every corner. What's not to like?

It's too quiet.
Everybody knows your name.

There're no blockbusters
or starbucks on every corner.

You know, big cities just can't give
you what small towns can, Tony.

It's a simpler way of life,

a slice of americana.

Oh, one that doesn't include
50 yard line seats to the redskins or

women with full
sets of teeth.

Yeah, always comes back
to that, doesn't it?

See? You do get me.

Hey, Gibbs?

I ran the partial we pulled off the
leg through the military database.

Yeah?
No match.

But I did find a piece
of straw on the sock.

What kind?

The hay kind.

Just your regular basic straw.

Sorry.

Thanks, Abs.

This is just how I pictured it.

This is just how I pictured it.

Can I help you?

I'm sure you can.

I'm special agent
Anthony DiNozzo.

NCIS.

You can call me Tony.

We'd like to talk to
Dr. Chalmers, uh...

Darlene..

Okay.

Why don't you just give
her a breast exam?

In good time.

Our seed matured
and fell in late fall.

It comes from
a monoecious yellow flower.

Not too showy.

The male and female
appearing in March to April

in separate spherical heads.

The leaf is palmately veined.
It's four to eight inches wide,

ovate in shape,

and has three to five lobes.

Abby, are we ever going
to get to the tree?

Platanus occidentalis,

or more commonly known as...

a sycamore tree.

I'm afraid so.

Pretty much grow
everywhere, don't they?

Yep.

It was a tragedy.

He was such a nice
looking young marine.

- Had you met him before?
- No, no,

he didn't live around here.

He just walked in?

Well, I was the only doctor
for 40 miles at the time.

Dr. Burger on the sign,

is he a new addition?

He's buying out my practice.

I still see some of the older patients
who don't trust a young doctor.

He's only 37.

And who brought PFC Dorn
into your office?

I believe he just walked in.

Thelma could have told you.

Thelma bowman, my nurse.

She died last summer. Stroke.

We were together,
doctor and nurse,

for nearly 30 years.

I'm sorry.

So am I.

You saw that young thing
Dr. Burger hired to replace her?

Sure did.

I'm sorry. Go on.

Well, uh, Thelma brought this
young marine into my office.

Sat him right down
there in that chair.

He couldn't catch his breath.

He was suffering
extreme chest pains.

Classic heart attack symptoms.

Why didn't Thelma just take
him to an examination room?

Well, we only have one.

And, uh, let's see, I think the Thomas
twins was in there with the measles.

Well, anyway, before I could
get up from this chair,

he'd collapsed.

Right where you're standing now.

And I administered CPR,

while Thelma called county
looking for the ambulance.

Only, it was over at a car accident
way out in Turtle creek.

The county only
has one ambulance?

You've never lived in a small
county, have you, son?

Fortunately, no.

Well, it has its compensations.

Anyway by the time
the ambulance got here,

young Dorn had expired.

And why didn't the coroner
do an autopsy?

well, I...

I didn't feel there was a need to.

You're the coroner?

I was.

It's pro bono work.

Dr. Burger's coroner now.

I did do a blood test and found
elevated levels of cardiac enzymes.

That and his
symptoms seemed sufficient.

Not anymore.

We're getting a court order
to exhume the body.

Oh, my. I'm afraid that's
going to be impossible.

You had it cremated?

No, I didn't.

His sister did.

She was so upset
when she identified the body.

She didn't have the money
to ship him home,

she wanted to scatter his ashes
over the Blue ridge mountain.

I told her I really
should do an autopsy.

But she was so distraught over the,

the thought of him being cut up.

You let her talk you out of it?

I've known the pain of loss.

I'm afraid I let hers affect me more
than it should have, professionally.

That had never happened to me
in all my years as a doctor.

That was when I decided
it was time to retire

and sell my practice.

You recognize this marine?

No, I don't.

Why? Should I?

It's PFC Thomas Dorn.

What are you thinking?

Estee lauder.

The perfume?

She was wearing it.

Older ladies seem to like it.

Had an ex-girlfriend who used it.

Is that why she's an ex-girlfriend?

Exactly.

How does a sister
misidentify her brother?

She doesn't.

We going to have to report
the autopsy screw-up?

Do I detect a soft heart
thing happening here?

That's it, isn't it?

The tattoo's a heart.

We're back on that again.

I just can't imagine you
getting a tatto, that's all.

- I was drunk.
- I can't imagine you're drunk either.

So...

It is not heart.

It's a rose on my butt.

Can we move on now?

Sure.

So we are done with this then.

We are done.

Kate, which cheek is it on?

What killed him?

Digitalis.

The heart medication?

Yep.

The tox level in Dorn's leg, alone,

was enough to kill a bull.

Would an overdose give
symptoms of a heart attack?

Not just the symptoms.

Oh, okay!

So, you think our leg

and that marine that died two years ago
of a heart attack are tied together?

I do not believe in coincidences.

What about that rock formation on the
moon that looks like Jay leno's chin?

It's perfectly normal.

On a race track, maybe.

Women will never understand

taking a little car ride and
trying to beat your best time.

I hate it when men do that.

See, this is a woman thing.

How'd you do?

Pretty good.

I beat my time by four minutes,
including construction detours.

In Harmony.

Oh, uh...

doc Chalmers is
a very sweet little old lady

who, um, unfortunately also
happens to be the local coroner.

Small town, boss.

Small town.

A woman claiming to be
Dorn's sister I.D.ed the body

and then conned her into skipping
the autopsy and cremating the body.

Cremation. It's a dead end.

What?

This woman must
be some sweet talker.

Well, it's more Dr. Chalmers
is a very connable little old lady.

Probably gets her roof shingled
and her driveway tarred every year.

Does Dorn even have a sister?

His military file indicates
his only living relative is

a half-sister, Melissa Dorn.

Put a trace on her?

Well, I did the best I can
balancing my laptop

while pulling five g turns.

That's an exaggeration, boss.

I mean, maybe three g's, once.

10 mill road, Comus, Maryland.

Keys.

What? I can't drive
because Kate's chicken?

I'm not a chicken.

You can't drive because
you're not going.

Oh. That's different.

Why aren't I going?

Because you're going to be doing
a background check on Melissa Dorn.

Kate, you coming?

Abs, do you know
where Kate has her tat?

Yep.

Watch her body language.

What are we looking for,
short of a confession?

Sometimes

it's not what they say.

It's what they don't say.

Which translates into,
"we don't have a search warrant,

and this is the easiest way in."

What's wrong?

You know what kind of tree this is?

Botany was my weakest subject.

Sycamore.

Hi. Can I help you?

You already have.

You would've liked Tommy.

He was the life of the party.

He was your half-brother.

Yeah.

We were raised by our father.

Do you have
any brothers and sisters?

No.
An only child.

I figured as much.

How so?

You have all the classic traits
of a first-born.

Confident, pays attention
to detail, perfectionist...

difficulty sharing.

Guilty, guilty, guilty.

Depends.

So why the visit after two years?

We're working on another case.

Um, there might be a
tenuous connection.

Well, how can I help?

Do you have any of your
brother's personal effects?

Anything that I didn't donate,

I threw away.

It, uh, would've made me sad.

Oh, where are my manners?

Would you like some coffee?

Oh, yeah, I'd love some coffee.

None for me, thanks.

This may be the cleanest
kitchen I've ever seen.

Well, that's because
it's never been used.

Not the domestic type, huh?

No.

I eat over the sink so I don't
have plates to wash.

You even have plates?

Paper.

This is a big house for one person.

And two cats.

Do you like cats?

They don't much like me.

- How can you tell?
- By the way they look at me.

I hate to break it to you but
cats only have one expression.

Thank you.

You should actually try
it before you thank me.

Yeah, it's perfect. Thank you.

Really?

You're right.

I like your tattoo.

It means...
Peace,

health,

prosperity.

You know chinese.

Any other hidden talents
I should know about?

I can sample the frosting on a cake
without leaving a fingerprint.

Wow.

This is, um...

gonna sound terrible, but...

I hope whatever
you're investigating is...

is tied to Tom.

Why?

Then I wouldn't need to
make up an excuse to see you.

You weren't buying
any of that, were you?

Any of what?

You know.

Her charm.

Is it really that hard to believe, Kate,
that I might be attractive to a woman?

That's not what I meant.

You find us anything to
get us a search warrant?

Well, she told you
that she lives alone,

but the toilet seat was up
in the downstairs bathroom.

Oh.

You can tell that one to the judge.

Okay, Abby found a piece
of straw in Dorn's sock,

and there is a barn around the back.

Okay. I found nothing
to give us probable cause.

Maybe I did.

Question.

Can you match DNA from trees
like you can with humans?

Absolutely.

Plant DNA, like human DNA,

is unique to each plant,

so you can distinguish one
sycamore tree from another.

Okay.

Try matching these...

to the seed we found
in Dorn's boot.

Is the other sample
from another location?

No. Same tree.

So you want me to
run the test twice?

Yeah.

Okay, how long before you have
something on both samples?

Depends on whether or not you
want it fast or you want it right.

Both.

Both.

We need four...

carry the seven, divided by...

six hours.

Clock's ticking, Abs.

Six-letter word for
a reason to commit a crime?

Come on, don't tense up.

Starts with "M."

Murder.
No.

Motive.

Murder is a motive.

What do you have?

A six-letter word for
a reason to commit a crime.

DiNozzo.

That's seven letters.

Works for me.

What have you got?

PFC Dorn...

purchased a term policy
for three quarters of a million

two months before his heart
attack in Harmony.

The beneficiary is
his only living relative.

His half-sister Melissa.

She and Dorn fed some sucker digitalis
and dropped him off in Harmony.

Harmony, a small, crappy town

where she identifies the
sucker as her brother,

cons the old lady coroner

with crocodile tears
into cremating the body

and not performing an autopsy.

The insurance
company paid the claim?

Sure did.

Get the name of the adjuster?

Stanley Borden.
Rexford Mutual, Baltimore.

Why are you two still here?

Come on, Kate, you're only
going ten miles over the limit.

And that's pushing it.

What good is it being an armed
federal agent if you can't drive fast?

You get to shoot bad guys.

True.

You should have seen
Gibbs with Melissa.

He threaten to shoot her?

Just the opposite.

He was flirting with her.

I didn't think he had it in him.

Well, he had it in him at some point.

He has been married three times.

All redheads.

Melissa's a redhead.

That explains it.

Wait, so is that woman who picks
him up now and then. Who is she?

Not a clue.

So he could really
be attracted to Melissa?

You can't control who
you're attracted to.

The whole Julia Roberts-Lyle Lovett
thing proves that.

Billy Joel, Christie Brinkley.

- I get it.
- Angelina Jolie, Billy Bob Thornton.

You haven't answered my question.

Paulina porizkova and that
guy from the cars.

If you're asking me whether Gibbs
could get involved with a murder suspect,

the answer is no.

Three redheaded ex-wives says his
judgment is a little questionable.

None of them were murder suspects.

Although I don't know about the redhead
who picks him up now and then.

A 22-year-old marine buys a term
life policy for 750 grand,

then kicks two months later
from a heart attack?

No way I wanted to pay that claim.

But you did.

I was overruled from upstairs.

Three quarter of a million
dollar question, why?

The sister threatened to sue.

See, juries get angry when
insurance companies don't pay,

especially to the only survivor of
a marine injured while serving his country.

They tend to award very large multi-
million-dollar payments as punishment.

Cheaper to pay her off.

It's our form of insurance.

Anything turn up
in the investigation?

Nothing that would convince a jury.

Try us.

Okay.

But you two think like her lawyer.

Why'd he buy a big policy
at such a young age,

and name a half-sister beneficiary?

Half-sister or not,

she was his only living relative.

And why'd your salesmen sell
it to him if it was so unusual?

Why was he cremated before
an autopsy could be performed,

at the sister's request?

Coroner thought
an autopsy was unnecessary.

Many people prefer
cremation over tombs.

Do I need to go on?

No. You've made your point.

If you can prove this was a scam,
we'll recover something,

if only satisfaction.

Six cups and it isn't even noon.

Oh, Duck, this one's bothering me.

Yeah, so Abby said.

You have her doing
the same test twice.

Dorn's leg shows up in a trash bin.

Tox screen shows digitalis,

which is probably
what he and/or his sister

gave the marine in Harmony

two years ago to pull off an
insurance scam.

Sounds reasonable.

So who killed Dorn
a few days ago?

Why toss his leg into a trash bin?

And why can't we find
the rest of his body?

I recall a case in the forensic journal

where the only evidence was a thumb
found in the coin return of a pay phone.

Yeah? And?

Well, that's the only part I remember.

Aw, Ducky, this is not helping me.

Have you identified the body
the sister claims was Dorn's?

Cremated and spread over
the Blue ridge mountains.

Ah, well, that does pose a problem.

Duck?

Who would you get
to pose as a marine?

You.

Yeah.

Well, I would.

Match!

It's not from the same tree.

The manual says
it takes three minutes

to change a tire on the LAV-25.

The manual was written
by an army pogue!

I say marines can do it
in less than two!

- What do you say?
- Ooh-rah!

Make it happen.

Gunny Vesta.

Special Agent Gibbs, NCIS.

I recall an M.P. Gibbs. Lejeune.

Long time ago.

Could be.

He was high and tight.

Not exactly long and shaggy, gunny.

Seen sheep dogs shorter.

Don't recall you.

Court street. J-ville.

Broke up a lot of brawls there.

I was one of them.

Got me a week in the brig.

Gonna hold that against me?

Nah.

You was one of the
better prison chasers.

You gave us smoke breaks
on our work detail.

That's why I remember you.

45 seconds!

How can I help you, Gibbs?

PFC Thomas Dorn.

Ain't heard that sandbagger's namesince
he od'd a couple of years ago.

Death certificate says heart attack.

Coke-induced, I'll bet.

If he was a cokehead,

why didn't you boot his butt out?

Car accident beat me to it.

He have any buds?

A couple. He was, uh, he was
tight with a corporal Morgan.

He went UA same time Dorn kicked.

Bet you never found him, right?

Not that I heard of.

Probably holed up in some backwaterville
with that redhead they used to run with.

Melissa.

Yeah, that's her name.

She was a fox.

And both Dorn and Morgan
were shacking up with her.

You know her?

Oh, yeah.
Yeah, know her.

Dorn's half sister.

She didn't act like no sister.

Minute 30!

Why are you,uh, why are
you asking about this now?

Dorn's leg was found deep-sixed
in a dumpster two days ago.

Two days?

Some ghoul dig him up?

No. Had Beaucoup life insurance.

From what you just told me,

it looks like he and Melissa
killed corporal Morgan.

She identified the body as Dorn,

cremated him,
claimed the insurance.

Then who killed Dorn?

Well, foxy lady may be a black widow.

Ooh-rah!

You want to tell them?

Ooh-rah!
Ooh-rah!

Hey,

what's wrong?

Look at it.

Looks like a match.

Precisely.

That's good work, Abby.

No, it's not!

You gave me two samples
from the same tree.

B matched and A didn't!

I screwed up!

Sycamore A was from
a tree down the street.

What?

The idea of matching plant
DNA was a bit hinky for me.

Oh, ye of little faith.

Abby, come on. All I did was
give you a blind test.

Well, you could have done that

by not telling me which sample
came from the suspect sycamore!

I didn't think of that.

This puts Dorn at Melissa's house.

You know what that means?

You got probable cause.

Tony, you take the barn.

Kate, you got the house.

What are you gonna take?

That didn't come out right.
Not what I meant.

Yeah, I know what you meant.

Well, was my coffee that good?

We're here to execute
a search warrant.

For what?

My brother died two years ago.

His body was cremated.

Don't you mean it was corporal
Morgan's body that was cremated?

This has to be the
cleanest barn ever.

If she uses a service,
I got to have that number.

I really don't know what you
think you're gonna find here.

Why do you keep staring at me?

I could never have killed Tommy.

I loved him.

A gunny who knew both of you
told me the same thing.

Funny, though.

He didn't know that you were
brother and sister.

Looks like you could use
a glass of water.

Thank you.

Have Abby compare her prints
with those on her brother's leg.

Blood on the floor,

nicks in the concrete.

Looks like they were
made by a power saw.

Gotta be where she did
her slicing and dicing.

- What?
- There's someone else.

Who else is here?

Who else is here?

Boss,

I'd like you to meet
Dr. Sylvia Chalmers...

who loves estee lauder.

Dr. Chalmers!

Good afternoon, Agent Todd.

- You were in on it!
- In on what, my dear?

They know, mama.

Mama?
Mama?

They didn't know I was your
mama until you told them, dear.

I know I should have told
you all back in Harmony,

but the mother in me had to
protect my only child.

It was wrong. I know that.

But her wicked half-brother intimidated her
into defrauding an insurance company

when his friend had a heart attack.

Brought on by
an overdose of digitalis.

What in the world would
make you think that?

Couldn't be from a forensic test.

Melissa had his body cremated.

Hey,

notice how it's
all you, Melissa?

A marine has a heart
attack in my office.

Melissa identifies him as her
half brother, who I've never met.

Now, how am I involved?

Mother...

Melissa,

you defrauded
an insurance company.

I'm afraid you're going to have
to take your punishment for that...

and only that.

Boy, oh, boy, you are good,

but so are we.

We found your digitalis
in Thomas Dorn's leg.

My digitalis?

Every doctor and hospital
in this country uses digitalis.

Each order has its
own chemical marker.

How else would a manufacturer
recall a specific batch

if they had a quality control problem?

You shouldn't have done it, mama.

Calm yourself, Melissa.
Just calm yourself.

They can only prove that you
defrauded an insurance company.

No, mama.

They can prove everything.

They know you killed
them with digitalis.

They know you cut up
Tommy into little pieces,

and they know you threw
him away in the garbage...

she's just hysterical.

You can't use any of this in court.

She was read her rights.

She waived them.

We can use it all.

We will.

You little fool.

They couldn't prove anything.

I don't care anymore, mama.

I loved Tommy,
and you murdered him.

They just found the left arm
in a garbage dump at Chiefton.

Where does that leave us?

That's a right arm from Katy Lick,

a torso from Marshville and the original
leg from the dumpster in Clarksburg.

Still no head or left leg.

Well, which I'm betting are going to be
turning up around lake Floyd or Jarvisville.

Did you check Hooterville?

Where's Hooterville?

You guys, petticoat junction?

Green acres? Hooterville?

I prefer TV shows
from this century.

Oh, come on. They're hilarious.

When we were in college,
we had this drinking game...

and the drugs collect in
a solvent layer,

and that leaves only proteins
and biological material behind.

- Huh?
- That's great, Abby.

I'll make sure to get
that in the report.

What report?

We got Humpty-Dumpty
back together?

Most of him.

Melon and left leg
are still outstanding.

Any more tattoos?

Just the rose on Kate's butt.

It's not a rose.

He doesn't know.

He is lying just like he
did about the digitalis.

Okay, tell them.

Gibbs?

== resynced by Brach_Movic aka GilangPC ==