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- Rod, wake up.
- What?

I heard a noise.

Come on.
Aren't you gonna check?

Check what?

That.

It's probably just Bella.

Rod?

Rod?

Damn it, Rod, why didn't
you answer me? You scared

the hell out of me.

Turn over and lay
on your stomach.

Do as I say and
you won't get hurt.

Do it.

NCIS
Season 01 Episode 18

"UnSEALed"
== resynced by Brach_Movic aka GilangPC ==

It's 3 o'clock in the morning, you hear
a strange noise, what do you do?

Slide a pistol from under
my pillow and go after the guy.

I'm talking about
real people, Kate.

Why do they always
feel the need to go look?

It's called human nature, Tony.

Ah. Let me guess.

You're that person in
a horror movie that decides

that since all your friends
are dead, you really need

to check out the demonic breathing
noise down in the basement?

Look, that beats being the girl who twists
her ankle and gets everyone else killed.

You sleep with a gun under
your pillow every night?

- It depends.
- On what?

On who I'm sleeping with.

Um, I'm sorry.

I didn't mean that
the way it sounded.

Tony just asked what I do
if a man came into my bedroom

and I said it depends.

I mean, it doesn't
depend on the man...

Tony, could you help
me out here, please?

She sleeps with a gun, Boss.

Is that true?

Sort of... sometimes...

Yes.

Good girl.

What do we know
about last night?

Not much.

The fugitive is a former
seal named Jack Curtin.

He somehow managed to
escape from Leavenworth,

and nobody
seems to know how.

We do know he
broke into a house at 0340

and scared the hell out of two civilians
before stealing the guy's clothes.

Get me everything on him,
birth to last night.

I thought Leavenworth was
army CID jurisdiction?

CID's gonna search
where he's been.

We're gonna find out
where he's going.

Have Leavenworth pack up
Curtin's cell, overnight it to Abby.

I want everything but
the paint on the walls.

You got it.

Do we know what
this guy was in for?

Same thing I'm gonna be,
if you don't get your ass moving.

Right.

Murder.

And you didn't
even use a lifeline.

What makes you so sure he's
not running to Canada or Mexico?

He spent a year
in pretrial confinement.

If he wanted to run, he wouldn't have
waited until he was sent to Leavenworth.

If he wanted to kidnap his kid,
he could've done that back then, too.

Well, yeah, there is that.

So why are we here?

I want you to keep
an eye on his son

till I can arrange
for a protection detail.

Is that a nice way
of saying baby-sit?

Hey, you're catching on.

Has your grandson received any
calls or letters from his father recently?

No. And if he did, I wouldn't
let him hear or read them.

Has he had any contact with his father
since you were awarded custody?

We were granted custody because
his father murdered two people.

One of them was his mother,
our daughter.

So why would we
give him visitation?

You think Jack might
try to contact Kevin.

- It's a possibility.
- Oh, my god. If you don't mind...

I'm going out front.

I'll take you out in
a few minutes, Kevin.

I can go by myself.

- We're almost done.
- I wanna go now.

With that attitude you're
not going anywhere.

Nice board.

Mind if I check it out?

Yeah, I do.

- He's angry.
- Yeah.

- I don't blame him.
- All he does is ride that skateboard

or sit by himself and draw.

His father is probably
running for a border.

But I'm gonna leave
Agent Todd here for awhile.

If the phone rings,
you let her answer it.

- You on a roll?
- Aren't I always?

Guess you don't
need this, then, huh?

You need it. I like it.

Kate get you the stuff
from Curtin's cell?

It's on its way.
Kate rules.

Thought Abby ruled.

Good women don't mind
sharing a throne, Gibbs.

How about just sharing
what you found, Abbs?

I will, when I find it.

I'm still downloading the saint
data from Leavenworth.

- That's one acronym I don't know.
- It's like lojack for inmates.

It should be able to tell us when
and where our chicken flew the coop.

I am much more interested in
how, and with whose help.

- Got it.
- Good.

I haven't had anything to do
with Petty Officer Curtin

since I prosecuted the case.

Where did he run
after the murders?

He didn't.

He was the one
who called the police.

He called the police on himself?

Insisted he was innocent.

Claimed he came home
and found them dead.

A victim of circumstance.

Said his wife might have been
involved with drug dealers.

It all fell apart pretty fast.

- He end up confessing?
- No.

But he had both victims'
blood all over him,

and his fingerprints were
on the murder weapon.

It was pretty obvious
what happened.

He came home, found his wife
upstairs with the cable guy and lost it.

Guess he picked the wrong
housewife to give a free upgrade, huh?

Is that your idea of humor,
Special Agent DiNozzo?

Is that your idea
of a sharp pencil?

You know which
one I'm talking about.

Not going to poke anyone's
eye out with that one.

Are we finished here?

Was the cable guy
doing the missus?

Actually, he really was
just fixing the cable.

Curtin was just
paranoid and freaked.

Why wasn't he on death row?

He was granted leniency
due to post traumatic stress.

From the cable going out?

Slightly amusing?

Come on, counselor, you got to
give me something to work with here.

I have clients to see,

- Agent DiNozzo.
- Why did Curtin freak?

Everyone thinks because the
Taliban fell fast, it was a cakewalk.

But for the guys over there,
it was anything but.

Anybody testify on his behalf?

Someone he would go to for help?

Curtin haloed into Afghanistan
on september 12th with nothing

but an MP-5,
a K-bar knife, and a radio.

Doesn't strike me as the
kind of guy who needs help.

I appreciate your help,

Commander Coleman.

It's been a lot of laughs.

Now that's funny.

Petty Officer first class Jack Curtin.

- He's hard core, Boss.
- Yeah?

What's your
definition of hard core?

Grew up in foster homes.
Enlisted at 17.

Went from boot camp to buds,
which is unusual.

Went through hell in Afghanistan,
which apparently isn't.

His entire seal team showed up
at his trial as character witnesses.

- Where's his team now?
- Mostly deployed.

Tony, I'm going to
need you to go...

track them down and see
if Curtin contacted them?

Or I could let you finish
your question.

You have the name
of the team Commander?

- Current or past?
- Both.

Current's location is classified.

Satcom can be arranged as
soon as he becomes available.

And when that'll be is...

- ..classified.
- Unknown.

Past is stationed at Little Creek.
A Commander William Foley.

Where exactly at Little Creek?

Uh, there, exactly.

It's a brave new world, Boss.

Well, if he's looking for help
from an old teammate,

he'll have to go to Iraq to get it.

You're here.

Hazards of promotion.

You had any contact with
Curtin since his conviction?

No.

Not that I'd avoid it.

Jack was a good man.

He's convicted of killing two people.

Agent Gibbs,

you know what it's like
to spend every free moment

dreaming about being home again,

hugging your wife,
hearing your kids laugh,

only to come home and
learn it's all gone?

It doesn't justify murder.

I didn't say it did.

Anything else?

Not for the moment.

That's very Jack Webb.

Thanks.

Curtin definitely did his homework.

You got my attention, Abbs.

- How'd he get out?
- According to the computer,

- he didn't.
- I hate riddles.

Saint tracks both inmates and guards
through a single source data system

that compares information
on a digital smartcard

that every inmate
is required to carry,

with some aspect
of their physiology.

How about an explanation that
doesn't require a digital smartcard?

Okay.

You got a fingerprint.
You got a card.

You swipe, you press, match-match.

The computer knows who
you are and where you are.

The readers are in every cell and every
entryway to locations within the prison.

So there's no need for
bed checks or roll calls.

You saves time,
you save money.

- Everybody wins.
- Until an inmate hacks the system.

Until an inmate hacks the system.

It was maximum security.

They don't get pencils,
much less a laptop.

Yes, but they do give them

toothpaste.

At first, I thought he molded
a duplicate of his finger, but...

- It's a guard's finger.
- That's what I love about, you, Gibbs.

- Always one finger ahead.
- Find out which guard.

I already have.

Saint had the guard logged at the
prison laundry for the last 22 hours.

Which is odd for several reasons,

but especially
because it was his day off.

Curtin used a fake finger
to get to the laundry.

And he hid in a hamper,

and he went out with the whites.

How'd he get the guard's
finger to make the mold?

Easy.

Kicked sand in his face.

Watch this.

Curtin did a few fingertip pull-ups,

and then challenged the
guard to do the same.

I'm guessing that's not dirt
he found above the door.

And I'm guessing that you're
looking in the wrong direction,

just like the guard.

Watch.

So a finger he made of this
fooled the computer.

The biometric readers note lines
and ridges in three dimensions.

They don't check for a pulse.

A finger's useless without the
smartcard that goes with it.

The guard lost his card
two weeks after Curtin arrived.

In the incident report,

he claimed that his dog ate it.

It didn't work for me
in the sixth grade.

You're a late bloomer, Gibbs.

It didn't work for
me in the second.

They don't have a way
to disable lost cards?

They do, but they didn't.

Guess they figured
without the finger...

Exactly.

Well,

they fingered wrong.

McGee.

Kate. Checking out
a noise in the kitchen.

Roger. Standing by.

Kevin,

- what are you doing?
- Nothing.

Oh, jeez.

Code four, McGee.

Just a little spilled milk.

Roger, that.

You've got to get
back to bed, buddy.

It's late.

- I'm hungry.
- Have a piece of fruit.

I hate fruit.

Bananas.

They're the closest thing to not
being fruit that a fruit can be.

I don't know
what that means, either.

- Just go to bed.
- What about the floor?

If my grandma sees this, she...

Don't worry about the floor.
I got it, okay?

It's not a big deal, all right?

I've got the floor.

You just need to go back
to bed for me.

One word...

and the milk won't be the only
thing spilled on the floor.

The whole neighborhood
is under surveillance.

You'll never get away with him.

I didn't come here
to take him away.

I came to say good-bye.

I never got a chance
to say good-bye.

You could've just called,
written a letter.

You don't have kids, do you?

He needs to know that I love him,

and that this is the
best place for him now.

So you can run away
without feeling guilty?

I shouldn't have to run at all.

Open your mouth.
Open wide.

Okay.

There you go.
It's not too tight.

Is it scary in jail?

Sometimes.

Because there's
guys bigger than you?

Well...

there's a lot of different reasons.

You think about your mom a lot?

Yeah.

So do I.

Kate. McGee.
You got a sitrep for me?

Kate, you there? Come in.

No, don't go.

- I have to.
- No, dad, please.

Radio check. Kate, you there?

Where is he?

The back bedroom with Kevin.

My hands.

Give me your phone.

This is NCIS Special Agent Todd.

We need immediate
assistance at 10600 Vincent.

We've got an armed federal
escapee inside the house.

Clear.

You can't shoot him.

Oh, man.

Come here, bud.

What's going on?

He was here, now he's gone.

- Kevin.
- It's ok.

- Kevin, you all right?
- Go after him.

I'm gonna go back out front
and see if he parked his car.

No. Tell them you found his car.

On the radio, notify the team,
tell them you found his car,

- and you got it covered.
- Okay.

Kevin, do you know where
your father's going?

Bravo four, this is bravo one.

We've found Curtin's vehicle.
Got it covered.

Repeat, we have found
his vehicle. Standing by.

- Copy that.
- Damn.

- You think it'll work?
- We'll find out.

Stop! Get out of the car now!

- Get out of the car!
- Okay. Okay.

Out of the way!

Checkpoints up?

On all the major roads.

APB went out on the car
that got away, in at 0400.

One of the deputies just found
an old pickup with Missouri plates.

Reported stolen yesterday morning.

Sounds like our guy's.

Impound it?
Bring it to the garage?

No, there's no time.
Bag everything, get it to Abby.

Will do, Sir.

Bag the windshield fragments, too.
Get them to Abby.

Then take photos. Both scenes.

What're you doing down here?

Main office needed
a temporary refill.

I was, uh, low on the pole.

Yeah, we got a lot
of people out sick.

Some kind of gastrointestinal
bug going around.

You didn't use our toilet, did you?

Curtin snuck in last night.
I didn't hear him.

He came to say
good-bye to his boy.

And while he was
saying good-bye?

I was, uh...

tied up in the living room.

He has my weapon.

But I hit him with the shotgun.

- How bad?
- Don't know.

Contact the ERS in the area.

Tell them to be
on the lookout for a GSV,

- ...and get them Curtin's photo.
- Okay.

- Where's the boy?
- In his room.

You think he swam?

- Who?
- Leavenworth's in Kansas.

The truck's from Missouri.

Little thing called the
Mississippi between the two.

Well, actually there's
a little thing called 200 miles

between Leavenworth
and the Mississippi.

Try the Missouri.

Ah. Same thing.

Po-tay-to, po-tah-to.

All we know is, this guy
swam across a big-ass river.

You enjoy this, don't you?

Having fun at your expense?

Yeah.

Really a lot.

Are you going to arrest me?

For helping your dad?

Nah.

We don't arrest boys for that.

Thought you might be hungry.

You know, when I was a kid,
we used to take roller skates apart

and nail them onto boards.

Pretty unbelievable, huh?

Yeah, I'd be speechless, too.

I'm gonna guess that's your dad.

Is he going to
shoot someone, Kevin?

Don't want to talk about it.

I understand that.

Hardest thing for guys
like us is talking.

What do you mean,
"guys like us"?

I don't know, you just
seem a little bottled up.

Like me.

Everyone thinks I should
just spew, you know?

Yeah.

Oh, yeah.

Yeah, I know.

What are you bottled up about?

I let a guy get away from me.

Bad guy.

He shot one of my people.

Shot me.

Where?

Bothers me that I can't find him.

But I'm gonna find him.

I'm not gonna help
you catch my dad.

That's okay.

Oh, that's okay.

Ladies and gentlemen,

I want a hard-target search
of every residence, gas station,

farmhouse, hen house, doghouse
and outhouse in the area, you got that?

Good!

Now, turn off those cameras
and get out of the way.

Accent's still not right.

- Damn!
- It's too Arkansas.

Tommy lee's more Texas.

You got to think more
untamed, in your face.

Where's the stuff from Curtin's car?

It's there, but you're
gonna want to see this first.

I haven't done a precipitin yet,

but unless someone else was shot recently
inside the car that Curtin carjacked,

I think Kate just unsealed our seal.

- First shot, too.
- How can you tell?

See the crenellated marks?

That's caused from blood spray
hitting a perpendicular surface

at a pretty good clip.

How do you know it's the first shot?

The first shot hit home and caused
the blood to splatter inside the car.

- The second...
- ...blasted the stained glass onto the street.

Stained glass.

It's very spiritual, Gibbs.

How severe a wound?

from a close range blast
with double-ought buck,

and considering his position
behind the wheel

and the fact that he hasn't
turned up dead yet,

I'd say that he probably
just got grazed,

or he's down to one arm.

What're you looking for?

This.

From the glove compartment.

Yeah.

Never known anyone
who'd keep gloves in there.

Well, now you do.
You want to know why?

- Not really.
- I don't like the sun.

- Abby...
- So when I have to go put gas in my car,

I have these vintage
elbow-length gloves.

Black?

Yes, they match my black
lace vintage parasol.

At a gas station?

Well, yeah. You can't be
too careful, Gibbs,

and you can't have an indoor
gas station 'cause of all the fumes.

- Abby?
- Yeah.

Can we move on?

Sure.

It's a map of Washington, D.C.

Mm-hmm. A new one.

- So?
- This one isn't.

My guess is, he didn't know he had
a D.C. Map in the glove compartment

so he bought a new one.

Kevin obviously thinks his dad
is out to shoot somebody.

He told me his dad has got
to find someone,

and then he's going to
give himself up.

Does he know who it is?

No. He seems to know something
about the plan after he finds him.

If Curtin's like most inmates,

he blames everyone but
himself for his conviction.

There was a new D.C. road map
in the car he abandoned.

Both of the JAG lawyers involved
in his trial have D.C. addresses.

- What about the judge?
- Retired. Lives in El paso.

Curtin also did right
by all three of them.

Coleman didn't even contest
the post-traumatic stress diagnosis.

Plus, the judge was
lenient in sentencing.

So, who's he after?

Curtin told me he shouldn't
have to run at all.

He's always insisted
he was innocent.

So, you're saying we should be
looking for a one-armed man.

- Very funny.
- Maybe we should.

Are you kidding, Boss?

The repairman really was
fixing the cable,

the lawyers were professional,
the judge was fair.

Maybe the one person

that Curtin still has a beef with
is the one who killed his wife.

He's not running.

He's chasing.

Nothing from area hospitals.

Still checking smaller clinics,
as well as doctors' offices.

He could have seen a vet.

Uh, Tony's marking that territory.

- Cute.
- I thought so.

I didn't.

Nothing from the vets, Boss.

APB on the car?

- Nothing.
- Tired of hearing that word.

We think Curtin's innocent, right?

Maybe.

Assume he's innocent
for the sake of argument.

Why?

Because I said to.

Innocent. Sure. Why not?

Go on.

If Curtin's innocent,

and he's going after the guy that murdered
his wife and the cable repairman...

I don't think he cares
about the cable repairman.

If Curtin knows the murderer,

why didn't he say so
when he was arrested?

He did.

He said, uh, he thought it
might have been drug dealers?

Generic. Not specific.

He's going out to get
someone specific now.

He didn't know.

He found out who slit their
throats while he was in prison.

What about the stuff
that was in his cell?

Be here in 20 minutes.

But I have a list of
everything that's coming.

Curtin's cell had seven large
file boxes containing appeals,

police reports, uh, detective notes,
crime scene photos,

phone records and
an official trial record.

He found something in one of those
boxes that told him who killed his wife.

If he's innocent.

We're going to reinvestigate
this case, from top to bottom.

Get both of those
JAG lawyers in here.

Kate, take prosecution.

Tony, defense.

- On it.
- On it.

Central files. I need all our records
on a murder case three years ago.

- Hi...
- Petty Officer First Class Jack D. Curtin.

I want to know who here
investigated the case.

No. No, you will not
call me back. I'll hold.

What the hell are you doing?

Can you form
a sentence, Agent McGee?

NCIS investigator was Special
Agent Clay Williamson, Sir.

That's a good sentence.

He's retired and living on a boat.

Gets his mail every
three months in Tahiti.

What kind of boat?

I don't know, Sir.

Uh, but I was able to download
his investigation from central files.

I want the evidence custody
document so we can get...

Already got it, Sir.

I can call Norfolk and have
the evidence transferred here.

How fast?

Joint forces command has
a helo shuttle to the Pentagon.

- Do it.
- Okay, yes, Sir.

You don't have to call me Sir.

- No, Sir.
- Lawyers?

Commander Coleman is
unhappily on her way.

The defense lawyer
told me to shove it.

The message was actually
delivered by his assistant,

but he assured me
it was verbatim.

I want him here, DiNozzo.

Boss, he's no longer a JAG.

He's a $400
an hour beltway lawyer

with really nice shoes.

DiNozzo, I don't care.

I don't care if he's
wearing Armani or Prada,

or Ermin something Zenga...

Get his ass here!

It's Ermenegildo Zegna, Boss.

Just so you know.

Evidence is on its way.

Boss?

I'm going to own your house,
Agent DiNozzo.

I rent.

You know what the federal minimums
are for aggravated assault

under color of authority,

kidnapping, false imprisonment?

Well, you know, I don't,

but I'm sure my Boss,
Special Agent Jethro Gibbs, does.

Very subtle, DiNozzo.

Shooting him just
seemed so ham-fisted.

Whatever it takes.

Uncuff him so he can
say hello to an old friend.

I prefer him in cuffs.

Wish I'd have known that
when we were at JAG.

I want every photograph,
witness statement,

lab report, autopsy report,

and anything else you find
in these boxes reexamined.

Petty Officer Curtin may be
innocent now,

but if we don't find
who he's after,

- he will not be for long.
- Innocent?

I believe Curtin told his son
that he escaped from jail

to get the person who
murdered his mother.

And what was he going
to tell his son?

I murdered your mother?

You had no eyewitnesses,
no confession.

I had enough evidence
to get a conviction.

Guilty or innocent, you are
both here to help us find...

who he is after before
another murder is committed.

Okay. If Curtin can
prove he's innocent,

why didn't he just
tell the authorities?

- Would you listen?
- No,

but, if I was innocent, I'd keep
telling people until someone did.

I wouldn't escape from prison
and go after the killer myself.

That's why women aren't
allowed in the SEALs.

Because we think with the
head on our shoulders?

They remind you of anybody?

- No.
- No.

Me, neither.

Evidence from Norfolk.

Top box is, uh, autopsy. The rest
is evidence collected at the scene.

Top box goes
on the table for Ducky.

Everything else goes to the lab.

You take Abby with you.

I'm on her.

It. I'm, I'm...

I'm on it, Sir.

I'm sorry.

No drugs found
in either victim's blood.

Special Agent Williamson,
who investigated,

found he's sailing
a 13 meter ketch, Boss.

Must be married.
You can't single-hand a ketch.

Take it you're not building
a ketch in your basement.

Of course not.

The basement's too small.

Now, if I was getting 500 an hour,

I wouldn't care how long
this little side bar went on,

but since I'm here
pro bono, can we?

Special Agent Williamson had a drug
tox screen done on the wife's hair.

Nothing.

Okay. Curtain's drug dealer
idea didn't pan out.

What did?

Curtin was convinced
his wife was having an affair.

Petty Officer Curtin was paranoid.

First, drug dealers did it.
When that didn't pan out,

- it was a lover.
- Was he paranoid?

- No.
- Yes.

- Proof?
- Pass this, please.

The court-appointed psychiatrist found Curtin
experienced severe insomnia in Afghanistan.

- Who didn't?
- Sleep deprivation can cause paranoia.

So can a wife who's
cutting another guy's jib.

Curtin's the type of guy
who intimidates other SEALs.

Who's going to make
a move on his wife?

Maybe she was the
one making the moves.

Where are her phone records?

There was nothing in them
to indicate she had a lover.

Unfortunately, she's right.

I checked out every number
she called while he was overseas.

Did you check her cell phone calls?

- She didn't have a cell phone.
- That's odd.

Everyone has a cell phone.

I have a cell phone.

- Well, she didn't.
- Her husband thought she did.

He subpoenaed every cell
phone company in Virginia.

Verizon, Sprint, AT&T wireless.

And there's more.

These are subpoenas for
prepaid cell phone providers.

Floor four wireless,
Bingham wireless,

Sharkphone dot com,
Zo-phone dot dom,

No-phone dot com...

Houston, the cell
phone has landed.

Prepaid cell phone records
for one Margaret Curtin

from upfront phone dot com.

And the date on the subpoena
was four weeks ago.

Court's adjourned.

Thank you for your
cooperation, counselors.

Special Agent Todd
will escort you out.

Tony, get on those numbers.

You'll let me knowhow this turns out.

Of course.

Afraid you put an innocent
man in Leavenworth...

faith?

Yes.

But innocent or not,

I still kicked your ass.

- Hey, Pacci.
- Tony.

How's the shoulder?

- Getting there.
- Got a minute, Gibbs?

- No, not really.
- Working a hot case?

Smoking!

Tony, I'm going to
check on Ducky, then Abby.

- Give me a call the second...
- I find anything.

I got it, Boss.

Pacci?

What do you need?

Hey, you're busy.

It's a cold case.

What's one more day?

I think I got something
useful from his accent.

What?

The terrorist.

He had a definite Euro accent,

but he occasionally
used British syntax.

I think his higher education
was in the British isles.

Yeah. Well, that's all I have
for the moment on that bastard.

But on the one
who did these murders,

I've just found
something really useful.

The M.E. misread
the cause of death.

You'd think it was so obvious.

A massive loss of blood
from a kitchen knife.

I mean, he sliced them
from ear to ear.

The attack was so vicious,

that both victims
were nearly decapitated.

- That didn't cause their death?
- No.

The M.E. missed

that they both also...

had fractures
of the cervical spine.

- Their necks were broken.
- Precisely.

Yes. The killer incapacitated
each victim with a violent,

and most likely fatal,
twist of the head.

Duck, I get the idea.

Anyway, he slit their throats.

Probably, to cover up the fact

that he knew how
to kill with his hands.

- Like a navy SEAL.
- Yes.

Which brings us back
to Petty Officer Curtin.

I've said all along,

- he's guilty.
- Nothing in her cell phone records?

If she got that cell phone
to call her boyfriend,

then he's working
at the video store,

the grocery store, the
hairdresser, the dry cleaner,

or directory assistance.

She only got the phone
when her husband shipped out.

What's the most
frequently dialed number?

Commander Foley's house.

Curtin's C.O.?

Only he was in
Afghanistan with Curtin.

Mrs. Foley confirmed
Margaret Curtin called frequently,

but it wasn't unusual.

All the wives did it.

The C.O.'s wife's the den
mother when the unit's deployed.

It's a dead end, Boss.

That cell phone log is the only
record Curtin had that no one else did,

and he got that just
before he escaped.

Whoever he is chasing isn't
one of those numbers.

We just have to find out which one.

If she was cheating
on her husband,

do you think she'd tell
the Commander's wife?

Not if she's anything
like the den mother I had.

Talk about bete noires.

You were a boy scout?

Cub.

What'd they kick you out for?

Trying to score brownie points.

Ooh, not the brunette
in the little red number?

Yep.

She is absolutely nothing
like my den mother.

You really should
talk to my husband.

I barely knew Petty Officer Curtin.

We're actually more interested
in what you know about his wife,

Margaret, Mrs. Foley.

According to her
cell phone records,

you two spoke regularly after
your husband's deployment.

I kept in touch with all the wives.

It was a stressful time.

Did Mrs. Curtin ever talk about a man
that she might've become close to?

Maybe even started seeing?

No. But Margie wouldn't confide
in me about something like that.

What'd you talk about?

Mostly about whether we heard
any news or talked to anyone.

We were all desperate for information.

Did Mrs. Curtin seem any more
desperate than the rest of you?

Or less?

I really don't know.

I was a wreck myself.

My husband got called
to Washington immediately

after the second plane
hit the trade center.

Said his team
was being deployed.

He couldn't say
where or for how long.

They don't waste
their time, do they?

For the first six weeks,
we didn't hear so much as a word.

After that, we got occasional
phone calls, e-mails.

How long were they in Afghanistan?

The lucky ones, almost six months.

One came back after the first week.

Bill made it through four and
a half months before he got wounded.

Wait.

Your husband made it back almost
a month before Petty Officer Curtin?

That's right.

Abby,

do we have something linking
Curtin's wife to Commander Foley?

As in, biblically linking?

You got it.

No, I don't.

- Can you find it?
- Sorry, Gibbs,

I left my ouija board at home.

Is the magic in the board
or in the hands that hold it?

Good point.

But it's spirits, not magic.

Fine. Have them call me
when you find something.

Okay.

Be careful what you wish for.

Commander Foley?

Yeah.

We'll drive.

E, L, I, S, A!

- Sorry.
- What do you got?

Elisa.

See, I figure...

how could I find
evidence of an affair

using only physical evidence
collected at the crime scene.

And then I thought...

Elisa.

It's a blood test
for herpes simplex two.

Curtin's wife had herpes?

And her husband didn't.

His medical records were admitted.

Petty Officer Curtin had an extensive
physical done before he went overseas.

and I mean extensive.
No herpes.

Well, his wife could've gotten it
before they got married.

Oh, the old, I-must've-gotten-
it-before-we-met defense.

Well, it can happen.

Really?

Well, uh, not to me.

No, it, it didn't...

it hasn't happened.
It, it won't happen.

Didn't happen to her, either.

Her medical records were
admitted during trial.

Her last physical was six months
before she was murdered,

when her husband was
in Afghanistan.

No herpes.

All we need to do now is check
Commander Foley's records.

Is there anything you can't find?

A way to shut up DiNozzo.

All right.

You agree to waive
your Article 31 rights?

I've got nothing to hide.

I already told you,
I haven't heard from him.

I don't expect to.

Why not?

You testified on
his behalf at the trial.

Certainly seemed to be
sympathetic to his situation.

His situation?

Coming home and finding his wife
in the bedroom with another guy.

Well, wouldn't that bother you?

Oh, yeah, it bothered me a hell of lot,
only I chose divorce over murder.

- I didn't know that.
- He's lying.

Establishing rapport
through shared communication.

Are you sure he's lying?

Of course I'm...

- not.
- of course,

I was coming home
from a three-month float in the med,

not six months in a war zone.

Wouldn't make
a difference to me.

Actually, it was more like
four and a half months for you.

RPG broke your leg.

I was lucky.
It killed Petty Officer Gomez.

You came home. Did you come
home on crutches or a walking cast?

What does any of this have
to do with Petty Officer Curtin?

It doesn't.

It has to do with his wife,

and who really murdered her
and the cable repairman.

You think I killed her?

Did you?

What's taking you so long?

It's not like I can just google
a navy SEAL Commander

and access his confidential
medical records.

You think I'd frame a teammate?

A guy who would put his life
on the line to save mine?

Maybe you didn't mean to.

If Curtin hadn't come home
exactly when he did,

who knows what direction
this case might've gone in.

Jack Curtin was one of the most
insanely jealous men I've ever met.

That's not what
you said at his trial.

I didn't want to see
him get executed.

Sorry, uh, could I see
you a second, Boss?

Oh, I can't believe I'm
seeing what I'm seeing.

Never interrupt
an interrogation, McGee.

Never.

I'm, I'm sorry. I...

um, I, I just, I just thought...

To have a thought, McGee,

you have to think.

Were you thinking...

when you went into
the interrogation room?

Yes, Sir.

I, I think so.

Well... okay.

What is so damn important?

Margaret Curtin wasn't murdered
by her jealous husband.

She was murdered
by her jealous lover.

The same one that
gave her herpes.

I'm not answering another
question until I talk to a lawyer.

I want a lawyer, now.

Hate to rain on your parade,
but we still don't have Curtin.

At least he won't be able
to kill Commander Foley.

If we go public that
we found his wife's killer,

there's a good chance Curtain will
turn himself in, if he's still alive.

It doesn't any make sense.

- What?
- Nothing. It's just...

- doesn't make any sense.
- You gonna give it up, DiNozzo?

Or are you just gonna
keep repeating yourself?

The calls from Curtin's
wife to the Foley house

pretty much stopped after
Foley got back from Afghanistan.

Yeah? So?

So, if they were having an affair,
wouldn't the calls increase

after he got back into town?

Well, they didn't need
to talk on the phone.

They could see
each other in person.

Why'd she stop
talking to his wife?

Well, maybe she couldn't.

Would you be able
to talk to the spouse of

someone you were
having an affair with?

I mean, would
a normal person?

But she didn't completely stop.

McGee, did Foley spend any time
in the hospital after he got back?

Yeah, he had, uh,
surgery on his leg,

and then again
for a staph infection.

Right. The surgery
was on November 13.

Back in for the
infection on the 21 for...

one, two, three days.

Yeah, you're right.

- How'd you know that?
- Because...

those are the only days Curtin's wife made
calls to Foley's house after he got back.

Are you thinking what
I think you're thinking?

I don't know, Boss.

Are you thinking what
I think you're thinking?

Yeah. Her lover wasn't Foley.

It was his wife.

I think you have something of mine.

Put your hands behind your head,
interlock your fingers.

Is this what you wanted your
son to remember you for?

I'm not sure I'd even mind.

You wouldn't mind if your
wife had an affair?

With another babe?

I don't think I would.

Okay, I know I'm going
to regret this, but... why?

Easy. With a guy, I'd think,
what has he got that I don't?

But if it was a woman, I'd know.

Plus, there's the
whole... you know.

What?

You know...

Oh, please.

Why are guys so interested
in women, who by definition,

have no interest in them?

There's no such thing.

There's no such
thing as lesbians?

That's not what I said.

Oh, you just think all lesbians
secretly still want a man?

Not all of them.

Just the good-looking ones?

You're putting
words in my mouth.

Welcome to the wonderful
world of DiNozzo.

So I guess you're completely
above such fantasies?

Yeah, I am.

Believe it.

Who's that?

That's a good question.
Ask him.

Just dropping off my glasses.

Boss?

Yeah, McGee?

It was really nice
working with you again.

Same here, McGee.

Uh, by the way, there's
something that Tony and Kate

have been
meaning to ask you.

== resynced by Brach_Movic aka GilangPC ==