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( speaks Korean )

( baby fussing )
Okay.

What an adorable child, Yoon.

She's like
a little doll.

How come I have
never met this little
munchkin before?

She usually stays
with the sitter

when we go shopping,
Mrs. Goodwin.

( coughing )

She's such a cutie.

Uh, well, we're running
a little late today,

so if you'll excuse us.

Oh, here, let me
help you, dear.

Oh, thank you.
Sure.

( baby fussing )

( music playing loudly )

I doubt they'll hear us.

They've been playing
that Chinese stuff all morning.

Actually, it's Korean.

Oh, right. Sorry.

You know, Sun usually leaves
the back door open.

Come on.

( kettle whistling )

My aunt burned down
her house like this.

She really should
be more careful.

Oh, now that's better.

I'm not usually
one to complain...

( gasps )

( shrieks )

( baby crying )

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I don't understand,
McGee.

Sensitivity training?

Yes. A seminar covering
the basics of communication

and understanding
in the workplace.

I know
what sensitivity is.

I'm asking why
we have to spend

the whole afternoon
studying it.

Professional development?

If it were
survival training,

advanced demolitions,
perhaps...

I don't think that
Sympathetic Seminars, Inc.

offers those classes.

I'm simply saying that
skilled investigators

should already
be well-versed

in the subtleties
of inter-human
communication.

I like Italian women.

You're Italian,
right?

I like
Irish women, too.

I stand corrected.

You two
better hurry up.

Don't want to miss out
on all the fun.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Where are you going?

Prior engagement.
Take notes for me.

You do understand the meaning of
the word "mandatory," don't you?

I've been ordered to inspect
the Secure File Room, probie.

Sadly, that conflicts

with your exciting
seminar today.

No, it doesn't.

This order's
for next Wednesday.

What?

Look on the bright
side, Tony.

It should only take
about five to seven hours.

There's got to be some way
out of this.

Maybe I could injure myself.

( Tony groans )

What? I was only
trying to help.

I was only kidding.

Sensitivity training's going
to have to wait.

Got a double homicide
at Quantico.

Marine wives.
Grab your gear.

Yes! Inappropriate?

A bit.

That and you're
probably the reason

we have to take
these stupid classes.

Today!

On your six, boss.

( camera shutter clicking )

You know this kind of reminds
me of my cousin's house.

Minus all the blood.

Unless you count that
Thanksgiving back in '98.

DUCKY:
Family does have a way
of fraying one's nerves.

Take my mother,
for instance.

She insists on watching Jeopardy
every night on the television.

What's wrong
with that, Duck?

Well, the same episode
over and over again?

I made the mistake
of taping it for her once.

I always say,
you can pick your nose,

but you can't pick your family.

There's a touch of the poet
in you, Mr. Palmer.

I'd say you're
just more touched.

( chuckles )
GIBBS:
DiNozzo?

House belongs
to a Sergeant Malcolm Porter

and his wife Sun, boss.

She's the one
on the left.

The sergeant's
still on liberty.

We're trying
to track him down.

The other vic
is Min Crane.

She's married
to a Sergeant Floyd Crane,

currently deployed
in Iraq.

Sign of an unhappy
marriage.

Funny, I thought it looked
like a hole in the wall.

It's about fist size.

The husband probably hit
the wall

instead of hitting his wife.

What else do you see?

Well, judging
by the positioning
of the body,

I'd say they were
taken by surprise.

Yeah? Why?

Body posture--
they're too relaxed.

They didn't fight back.

Of course, that could also
mean they knew the identity

of their attacker.

Search the rest
of the house.

The little girl's becoming

quite the crime scene
investigator, isn't she, boss?

I'll go help McGee
talk to the women
who found them.

Got a T.O.D. yet, Duck?

Very recent.

Both liver probes indicate
about two and a half hours ago.

Triple tap, all in the heart.

Yeah, but notice these burn
marks around the entry wounds--

here, and on this one.

In both of those,
the weapon was in direct contact

with the body
when fired.

Two from across
the room.

Then one each up close,
just to be sure.

I don't believe
the term "overkill"

would be inappropriate
under these circumstances.

GIBBS:
Bullets didn't penetrate.

Maybe they were small caliber.

Did you find any casings?

Aah.
Shooter policed his brass, Duck.

"Policed," sir?

Military terminology for
cleaning up after one's self.

We may be dealing
with a professional.

Professional what?

Killer, Mr. Palmer.

These poor women

weren't so much
murdered as executed.

( baby crying )

She just needs her bottle.

I know I packed it.

Look, look, look,
your mom's right there.

Right there.

You ever hold a baby before,
McGee?

No.

I didn't think so.

It's got to be
somewhere.

Shh.

Uh, boss, this is Mrs. Dawson.

She found the body along
with the next-door neighbors.

We were going into Koreatown
shopping.

I'm the only one
with a car.

Sun asked me
to come pick them up.

If we'd been on time...

You need some help?

There you go.

Do you have any idea

where Sun's husband is,
Mrs. Dawson?

No. He's never here
when we come over.

I don't think he likes
Sun having friends.

What makes you think that?

He's very controlling.

Sergeant Porter abused her?

Sun wouldn't admit it,
but we suspect it.

He drinks.

Says mean things to her.

Wouldn't let her speak
Korean in the house.

We tried to reason
with her, but...

She wouldn't leave him?

She was ashamed.

It's hard for a Korean
woman to ask for help.

Find Porter.

I'd start at the "E" Club.
James.

I'm Yoon's husband.

Listen, if you don't find
Porter there,

you might want to check
some of the bars

outside the front gate.

I'm on it, boss.

Everything's going
to be okay now, honey, okay?

Gibbs, a word please?

I just talked to her
a few hours ago.

Gun safe. I found it
in the master bedroom,

open and empty, except
for a handful of shells--

.40 caliber.

I'm thinking maybe
the husband did this, yes?

I guess the polite term,
Agent DiNozzo,

would be "bastard."

He was always borrowing
my husband's tools,

and never returning them.

I should have known

something like this
would happen.

Stealing tools
isn't really

a prerequisite
for murder,
Mrs. Goodwin.

All I'm saying is,

the two of them had
one hell of a marriage.

You wouldn't know it
to look at her,

but Sun's got
a set of lungs.

Or at least she did.

So they fought
a lot? ( coughs )

Oh, hardly a night
went by, you didn't hear

all sorts of screaming
coming from this house.

You ever think
to make a complaint?

I don't like
to stick my nose in.

Good thing, too.

It could have been
me that got slaughtered.

On our way, McGee.

Sergeant Porter was spotted
30 minutes ago at the "E" club.

McGee's almost there.

Thanks.

Probie's not going to make
a move on his own, is he, boss?

McGee can take care
of himself, DiNozzo.

You're on the hump.

He's gone.

Nice job, probie.

Bartender says
he turned around,

Sergeant Porter
wasn't there anymore.

You let him get past you?

It was before
I got here, Tony.

GIBBS:
What's Sergeant Porter driving?

What kind of car
does he drive?!

ALL:
Black 2000 Ford F-150, boss.

Hey, come on.

Boss, we got a weapon
in the front seat.

Think he's dead, boss.

( gasps )

Oh!

TONY:
NCIS! Don't move!

GIBBS:
Get your hands on the wheel!

Hey, I wasn't gonna drive.

Come on, it's not a DUI

if I don't have the key
in the ignition!

Let's go, let's go,
against the car.

What's he talking about?

GIBBS:
I think he thinks

we're busting him
for driving drunk.

Well, you're not?

( groans )

No.

It's for double homicide.

McGee?
Wait a minute.

Yeah.

( Porter groaning )

I knew he was alive.

Precision, Mr. Palmer.

It's what separates
the professional

from the dilettante.

Thank you, Doctor.
Mm.

Now, careful.
Not too much pressure.

But not too little, either.

Huh? All right, come on,
come on, come on, come on.

Oh, let's see.

Yes, very good.

Ah, not bad,
not bad at all.

Yeah, but keep a steady hand.

There's no room for error.

You never know which
element of the enigma,

however miniscule, can
lead you to the solution.

Palmer just got some
of your elements

on his plastic thing.

Oh.

Occupational hazard,
I'm afraid.

What can you tell me, Duck?

Both women were shot
three times in the chest.

It's hard to say

which of these six
was the fatal wound.

Suffice it to say,
neither woman died of old age.

Anything else?

Yes. Mrs. Porter

has some swelling and fissures
on her fingers and knuckles.

Defensive wounds.

Possibly. Yeah,
but these didn't happen today.

There are also bruises
on her wrists.

I'd say they were
at least a week old.

She was abused?

Yeah.

Thanks, Duck.

Do you have the man
in custody now?

Yeah.

Well, there's no need
to be gentle with him, Jethro.

You missed a spot.

ABBY:
We're looking

at a Beretta Cougar 80-40,
Gibbs.

It was registered
to Sergeant Porter

in 2003, and it's got
his fingerprints all over it.

Bullets?

Um, cross-point,
40-caliber,

Smith and Wesson.

Also called a Short and Wimpy,

although I do not know why.

They lack the power of
ten-millimeter auto-load.

Yeah, I guess
you don't need a lot

of stopping power when
you're gunning down housewives.

How about
gunshot residue?

The Instant Shooter
Kit came back negative

on Porter's skin,
shirt and pants.

Could've worn gloves, or...
Of he could have
changed his clothes.

I'm way ahead
of you, Gibbs.

That's why I'm doing
a full analysis

on all of
Porter's wardrobe.

( deep voice ):
How long, Abby?

Well, it's gonna
take some time,

and some stuff doesn't
smell very good.

I don't think that laundry

was a big priority. Abs!

Um, two hours? Whenever
I know something,

you'll know something.

( deep voice ):
You got one.
Anything else?

Yes, as a matter of fact.

This is for you.

Why?

For getting me out of
sensitivity training.

We were about
to do trust falls,

and those guys in administration
have wandering hands.

( deep voice ):
Just give me their names, Abs,
and I'll break them for you.

I know you will, Gibbs,
and that is why I love you.

Ooh!

Uh, boss, I'm sorry.

I didn't see you.
What'd I say
about apologizing, McGee?

A sign of weakness.

So is barfing on your tie.

Well, no, this-this isn't mine.
Um...

( clears throat )

We've got Sergeant Porter
in Interrogation.

I actually managed
to dodge most of it.

The good news is
that he is, uh, sober
enough to talk now.

Oh, I got some on you.
Here, let me get this.

Don't.

Sorry. I mean,
it won't happen again.

Who's watching him?

Uh, Tony and Ziva.

I was actually just gonna go
change my shirt.

No, you won't. You're gonna
follow up on other leads.

We found Sergeant Porter
with the murder weapon.

What other leads?

A good investigator
doesn't sit back and wait.

You run down every
angle, every lead.

Assume everything
you've been told

is a lie until it checks out.

You got it.

There's only one time
I want you to stop, McGee.

When you tell me.

When you're satisfied.

When you're satisfied.

Okay.

Hey!

Yeah?

Get me another cup of coffee.

This is gonna be good.

Gibbs'll rip this guy apart.

I don't know if that's the
right tactic in this case, Tony.

What, are you an expert
on suspect interviews now?

Interviews, no.
Interrogation
techniques, yes.

Hmm.

Like hooking a car battery up
to a guy's privates?

I'm sure it's effective,
but judges tend to frown on it.

I've learned from Gibbs
that in certain cases,

you can attract far
more bees with honey.

Flies.

What do flies have to do
with honey?

Flies don't like,
uh, vinegar.

Vinegar?

It's complicated.
Here he comes.

( door closes )

Here you go.

There.

You look like
you could use it.

My wife's really dead, sir?

How?

Drink your coffee, Sergeant.

When you're ready,
we'll work our way up to it.

What's he doing?

Where's the strong-arming?

The intimidation?

The psychological bullying?

The Gibbs?

PORTER:
All right, I'm ready.

GIBBS:
Bad marriage, huh?

It's okay.

I've had a few myself.

It wasn't perfect,
but I loved her, sir.

Problem was...

I don't think, uh...

I don't think
she ever loved me.

Bet she loved that paycheck,
though, right?

Yeah. I should
have known.

Just look at me.

She was way out of
my league, you know?

She just married me
to get to the States.

It happens.

Thing is,

I guess I-I always thought

she might change her mind,
you know?

Then she started sneaking out
to the "O" Club,

hanging out with officers.

I've seen it before.

She thought she
could trade up.

She didn't want me,
no matter what I did.

Just got to
the point that

I just wanted her to disappear.

Yeah. Well, you get pushed,
you want to push back.

That why you decided
to blow her away?

Excuse me, sir?

Is that the reason
you shot Min Crane

and your wife to death today?

Okay, here we go.
I don't understand.

He hasn't
confessed yet.

He will.
Maybe.

How much do you want to bet?

How about nothing?

20 bucks?
Deal.

PORTER:
I'm telling you,

I-I didn't kill them, sir.

The murder weapon was
in your truck, Sergeant.

Someone must have...
someone must have put it there.

Your fingerprints
are all over it.

I didn't shoot my wife, sir.

Did you use your
fists on her, Sergeant?

Knock her around a little bit,
or maybe...

maybe that just wasn't
cutting it anymore.

I never laid a hand on Sun.

( chair clatters )

GIBBS:
Your neighbor heard
the fights, Sergeant.

I saw the hole
you punched in your wall.

I only punched the
hole in the wall

so I wouldn't
hit her, sir.

Her hands were all bruised
and cut

from where she fought you off
all the time.

That's-That's not
how it happened, sir.
Really?

Then how'd I get it wrong,
Sergeant? How'd it happen?

She was the...

She was the one
who was abusing me.

You don't believe me.

Take a look at this.

( panting )

Sit down.

Sun was violent, sir.

She hit me. She called me names.

She threw things.

I tried to
hold her off,

but I never...

I never once
laid a hand on her.

I just wanted
it to stop.

Pay up?

He didn't confess.

It was damn close.

Close doesn't cut it, DiNozzo.
Well, we got enough evidence

even if you didn't break him

in interrogation, boss.

Not to say that
you couldn't have broken him,

if you wanted to.

I really like that shirt.

Tony's right. We
have Sergeant Porter's

gun with his fingerprints
in his car.

He blows away his wife and
her friend in a fit of rage.

Gets drunk, passes out
before he can commit suicide.

Why did he police his brass?

Habit of a well-trained Marine.

He worked the motor pool.

According to
his records,

he failed to
qualify twice

on the pistol range
last year.

Abby get the results of the GSR
tests on his clothing yet?

All negative, boss.

ZIVA:
He could have worn gloves

or gotten rid
of the clothes

he was wearing.

But he leaves his pistol
in full view on the front seat.

Boss, I think
I got something here.

Just spoke with the Director
of the Quantico Officers' Club.

Apparently, Sun Porter
was a regular fixture there.

Almost always
with Min Crane.

A month ago,
they were all banned.

For what, McGee?

Uh, one of their husbands
showed up, made a scene.

Had to be carried out.

Another nail
in Sergeant Porter's coffin.

It wasn't Sergeant Porter,
Tony.

It was Sergeant James Dawson.

Yoon's husband.

Heard you guys got Sergeant
Porter at the "E" Club

with the murder weapon.

I knew
they were having troubles,

but never expected
something like this.

Where's your wife,
Sergeant Dawson?

She's taking a nap
with our daughter.

Why? Is something wrong, sir?

What happened at the Officers'
Club last month?

TONY:
Let me refresh your memory.

You got into an altercation
with two Marine captains.

Yeah. It was nothing.

It was just a
misunderstanding.

Big enough for a letter
of reprimand in your SRB.

Maybe we should ask your wife
about it, Sergeant.

She's had a really rough day.

I'd rather not
disturb her.
Bedroom down the hall?

Yeah, it is,
but I'd rather not disturb her.

We're just gonna make sure
she's still breathing.

What, you think I'd
kill Sun and Min 'cause

they had a couple of drinks
with my wife at the "O" Club?

( knocking )

Mrs. Dawson? NCIS.

We have a few
questions?

( baby crying )

Yoon, it's me. Please.

Yoon, open up?
You have a key?

It's locked from
the inside. Yoon!

Yoon!
( rattles doorknob )

( baby shrieking )

( baby cries )
Hush now.

It's okay.

It doesn't make sense, sir.

Someone kills my wife's
two best friends,

then they decide to kidnap her?

When's the last time
you saw her, Sergeant?

About an hour
before you showed up.

She was putting the baby
to sleep in our room.

You didn't hear anything?

No.

Can we stop standing around
and do something?

We are.

We are. Sit down.

And what exactly is that, sir?

Figuring out
if you're a suspect

or a victim.

ZIVA:
The window was broken
from the outside.

Whoever did this slipped in,
grabbed her

and slipped out.
None of the neighbors heard

( baby crying )
or saw anything unusual, boss.

MPs are searching the area.

They're also checking every
vehicle leaving the base.

You think she still
might be on base?

It's possible.

Then we need to be
out there looking for her.

If she's still on base,
we'll find her.

ZIVA:
Someone put a lot

effort into taking her away
from your home

without alerting you, Sergeant.

There's a good chance
she's not dead yet.

Yet?

God, why would someone do this?

Maybe for the same reason
someone killed her friends.

You think I had
something to do with this?

Sit down.

What happened at
the Officers' Club, Sergeant?

It was nothing, okay?

Sun and Min
go there all the time.

Yoon just drops them off.

This one time she went in
and had a couple of drinks.

She couldn't drive home,
so she called me.

( cell phone rings )

Gibbs.
At which point did you get
into a verbal altercation

with the two Marine captains?

They were drunk, okay?

They were hitting on my wife.

They tried to stop me
from taking her home.

What would you do, sir?

You think
one of these captains

might have had
something to do with this?

Look, we're wasting our time!

I'm telling you,
I had nothing to do with this!

I know that.

Your alibi just checked out.

The sergeant was on duty
at the time of the shootings.

So what now, sir?

TONY:
Three Korean women
met and married Marines in Seoul

at roughly the same time.

Two of them are dead.

Our prime suspect
was locked up here

when the third went missing.

Think it's a racial thing?

No, definitely do not think
that it's a hate crime.

In my experience, there's
only one color in the Marines.

From what I've seen
of your Marine Corps,

it's very ethnically diverse.

He means green, Ziva,
and I think he's right.

You know, maybe
it's a Korean thing.

Maybe something in their past.

Ooh, like some kind
of blood feud--

competing villages,

ancient oaths,

revenge from across the ocean.

This is not one of your
stupid action movies, Tony.

No, it isn't.

If it was,
you'd be dressed differently.

And you'd be far
better looking.

( chuckles )

You'd be dead
by the opening credits.

( laughs )

You ever stop to think

that maybe I am
the plucky comic relief?

You find out
what the hell happened

to Yoon Dawson yet?

"Plucky"?

Um, well...

Ziva and Tony and I...

We're just working
on that, boss.

We're going
through a list

of anyone suspicious
who had access

to the base
in the last two days.

So far, no solid leads.

What about the Marine captains
Sergeant Dawson fought with?

Both transferred out
of Quantico last month.

One is at Camp Pendleton,
the other is in Okinawa.

The two dead women
lived insular lives.

They spent most
of their time together

or with other Koreans.

Yoon Dawson seems to be the only
one who embraced American life.

Any reason to believe
that Sergeant Porter

isn't still involved in this?

He could have had an accomplice,
probie.

Could have had three, DiNozzo.

We need more information.

Actually, boss, Abby and I,

we have been working
on something.

We gathered
the women's phone records,

credit card receipts,
address books.

Abby is cross-referencing
to see if there's a pattern.

DiNozzo, I want to know about
anybody in the area

who's made threats
against Koreans,

foreign Marine
wives or women.
Oh, is that all?

( bangs )

On it, boss.

Find out about their lives

before they married Marines.

Come on.

You're with me, elf lord.

ABBY:
It's amazing how much you can
find out about someone

without actually meeting them.

For instance,
me and these three women

have absolutely
nothing in common.

They web-browse
for cake recipes,

gardening tips,

and Min Crane has
some weird obsession

with stained glass.

That's not even mentioning
their music downloads.

One word: Yanni.

Good point. Who cares?

Their schedules
were pretty regulated.

On Wednesdays and Fridays

they trekked to Korea Town.

They would shop
for a couple hours,

then they would have tea

at Lee's Neighborhood Market.

They alternated paying.

It was Sun Porter's turn,
by the way.

Yeah, not exactly groundbreaking
police work there.

She's not done yet, McGee.

Thank you, Gibbs.

Within the last month,

all three of them received
regular phone calls

from a pay phone

located just outside
Lee's Neighborhood Market.

It is owned and operated
by Lee Sung.

He sells Korean delicacies,

fruits and vegetables,

and those cute little animee
figurines with the funny faces.

Oh, I love those.

Um...

He also has a catering business,
Lee's Delights.

It's authentic Korean food,
very high-end.

All three women have worked

for him as hostesses,
and they were scheduled

to work an event for him
tomorrow afternoon.

How do you know?

Because Lee Sung
e-mailed them the instructions.

It's a Korean diplomatic event

at the Pacific Rim Society.

Tell me I didn't just
smack McGee for no good reason.

You didn't smack McGee
for no good reason.

Last night, Yoon Dawson
used her cell phone

to call the pay phone
outside Lee's Market.

Two hours later,
bam-- she's missing.

Why is this important?

Because someone is still
using her cell phone

to call that pay phone.

Can we get a fix on the phone?

Negatory, McGee.

I know it's somewhere

in Annandale, Virginia,
but they turn it off

before I can get
an exact location.

The last phone call
was an hour ago.

McGee, I want a tap
on that damn pay phone.

Abby, I want to know
who answers it.

That's good work, Abs.

Ow.

What was that for?

For mocking my
groundbreaking police work.

I was not mocking your...

Won't happen again.

TONY:
Damn, I can't believe this.

ZIVA:
I don't really like

waiting here either, Tony.

No. Nick and Jessica broke up.

I'm always the last to know.

GIBBS:
Hey, DiNozzo.

Shut up.

Shutting up, boss.

( phone rings )

Probie, you getting this?

Yeah, got it, Tony.

( typing )

( phone ringing )

It's Yoon Dawson's
cell phone again, boss.

I want a location, McGee.

Whoever it is, they disabled
the onboard GPS chip.

We're gonna have to do this
the old-fashioned way.

Just take a moment to get a bead

on the cell phone grid
it's interfacing with.

We got someone headed

to the phone, boss.

( man speaking Korean )

Want us to take him down now?

Negative.

Wait until we trace the call.

( man speaking Korean )

Okay, I've got
the cell phone grid located.

It's coming from
this neighborhood,

somewhere on this street.

GIBBS:
You copy that, DiNozzo?

We're scanning for targets now,

a lot of possibles.

If you don't respond,
I'm going to hang up.

WOMAN:
Don't. I have
information for you.

ZIVA:
Wool cap, head down,

heading towards the pay phone.

Got him.

( speaking Korean )

( man speaking Korean )

( woman speaking Korean )

Drop your weapon!

TONY:
Federal Agents! Move!

It's Yoon Dawson, boss!

She's rabbiting.

We're cutting
her off, DiNozo.

( tires squealing )

She didn't pass us.

Well, where the hell
did she go?

TONY:
It's like she disappeared.

She didn't disappear.

It's her hat.

She climbed her way out.

( sirens blaring )

If I am here, I answer
the pay phone, Agent McGee.

Many people
in this community are poor,

can't afford phone service.

So I take messages for them.
You see?

It helps them and it is

good for my business
when they come to pick up.

Boss, did you find her?

Yeah, McGee, she's hiding
in my coffee cup.

Uh, we didn't find her.

Just give us one second please.

Has he calmed down yet?

Well, he's a little shaky,
but I think he's ready to talk.

Min and Sun, they are dead?

It's my fault.

I take responsibility.

I try to help people
new to this country.

Find jobs for them, get
them training, classes,

sometimes even loan money.

You hired all three of them to
work for your catering company?

I did.

I would notice when Yoon was
tired, her accent would change.

Sometimes she would use words

not common in my
country since the war.

Yoon-Sook Dawson
wasn't South Korean.

I began to believe

that she was from the North.

( speaks Korean word )

Perhaps a spy?

Why didn't you go to the police?

Well, I couldn't be sure.

What if I was wrong?

I asked Min and Sun
to find out where she grew up,

what schools she go to.

Then I check her answers
and try to locate

relatives from Korea.

Nothing.

Who else knew
you were checking up on her?

Just Min Crane,
Sun Porter and myself.

She was trying
to protect her cover.

She failed.

We're taking you into
protective custody, Mr. Sung.

No.

I will not hide.

Mr. Sung,
she could come back.

Let her.

I am ready this time.

I won't stop living my life
because of people like her.

Sir, I really don't think
that's a...

Mr. Sung,
thank you for your help.

You think of anything
else, you give me a call.

Yes, I will.

And please,
thank your agents for me.

Boss, you're not really
gonna let him just...

McGee, you know, the FBI does
not exist solely to piss me off.

Sometimes, they can
actually be useful.
( dials phone )

Hey, Fornell.

I got one right up
your jurisdiction.

Like my father always said,

be careful who
you marry, Anthony,

she may end up being
a homicidal maniac.

Your father actually
said that to you?

No, but I'm pretty
sure he thought it.

Probably he knew
your taste in women.

Abby's got active taps

on Sergeant Dawson's cell,
home and work phones, boss.

She calls her husband
again, we'll know it.
She won't.

MCGEE:
The FBI team shadowing Mr. Sung

is tied directly into MTAC.

Their last report had him

loading up a catering truck
for a job.

No sign of Yoon Dawson yet.

It's highly doubtful she'd make
another attempt on his life.

We've got four agents
providing surveillance

on Dawson's house...

She definitely won't be
returning home.

And how do you know this,
Officer David?

Because Yoon Dawson wouldn't.

Tell us what you would do.

If I was Yoon,

everything I've done up to this
point was to protect my cover.

I dealt with the two possible
threats on base and...

TONY:
If by dealt you mean

gunning down
two defenseless housewives.

And I attempted to
deal with the third,

but my cover was blown.

I'm now only left
with a few possibilities.

Egress back to your country.

Or, carry out whatever mission
I was assigned

before I'm captured or killed.
MCGEE:
She's been

in the States for three years.

If you had a mission

wouldn't you have
carried it out by now?

Not if I'm a sleeper, McGee.

She could be here for decades
before being activated.

So tell us, Jane Bond,
how do we track you down, huh?

You don't, Tony.

By now, I've changed
my appearance,

I've replaced my identity

with backup documents,
and I've relocated.

Promise?

( chuckles )

Okay, so that about wraps it up.

Who's up for lunch?

You might want to think
about this, boss,

'cause I'm gonna pay.
No one's eating.

until we find Yoon Dawson.

Gibbs, not that Tony
couldn't stand

to lose a little weight,

but we'd all starve to death

before that happened.

She's playing it like I would.
She's gone.

There's one big difference

between the two of you, Ziva.

You don't have a baby girl.

Most likely part of her cover

or an occupational accident.

It's more than that.

How can you tell?

My gut.

Come on.

You're with me. Let's go.

( sighs )

Hey, Probie,
let me ask you a question.
Mm.

You don't think she was serious

about the whole losing
a few pounds thing, do you?

You're gonna hit me
if I tell you the truth?

( laughs ):
No, man. We're buds.

Yeah.

( crying )

My wife is not a spy, sir.

Her South Korean passport's
a forgery.

It's not possible.

Okay, Yoon loves this country.

She knows more about it
than I do.

She was trained to;
it's called a honey trap.

ZIVA:
Her assignment was
to meet an eligible

serviceman, seduce him,

and gain access
into this country.

Oh, yeah? Then why was
she trying to convince me

to leave the Marine Corps
and go back to college?

Most likely, you were not part
of the assignment.

You were just a means to an end.

Listen, okay, I've lived
with her for five years.

( baby cries )
She's the mother of my child,
for God's sake!

I'm telling you,
there's no way.

( baby crying )

( beep )

Wha-What's this?

Your wife.

No. That-That can't be real.

It's real.

Min Crane and Sun Porter?

She killed them?

Oh, my God.

Has she tried
to contact you?

No.

She's a foreign agent, Marine.

You lie about this,
it's treason.

She hasn't. She hasn't
tried to contact me, sir.

Okay. We think she might.

ZIVA:
If she does,
and you confront her,

she'll most likely kill you.

I just...
I just can't believe this.

( phone ringing )

Go ahead.

Hello?

YOON:
It's me, James.

Yoon, what the hell is going on?

NCIS is here,

and they're telling me
all sorts of things.

Don't speak.

Just listen to me, okay?

You need to come home now.

It's too late for that.

I've done things,
terrible things.

I don't care, all right?

Just tell me where you are,
and I'll come and get you.

There's one more thing
that I need to do.

I don't have a choice.

I never had a choice.

Just tell me why.

Please, sweetheart.

No matter what they say,

what they tell you about me,

know that I loved you
with all my heart.

( voice breaking ):
That it was for real.

And tell Rebecca...

tell her Mommy is sorry
for this, all of it.

This is insane.

Yoon, you-you can't...

I love you both so much more
than you can imagine,

but I can't let it happen.

Yoon, don't-don't-don't...

Yoon, don't hang up.

( phone hangs up )

ABBY:
I got her, Tony!

She's at a pay phone
in Annandale, Virginia.

The corner of Raven Road
and Lancaster Drive.

Way to go, Abs.

It's kind of a weird place
to be hiding out.

There's nothing there
except country clubs.

Lee Sung's catering job.

The Pacific Rim Society.

It's in Annandale.

Either that's a coincidence,

or she really, really wants
to kill this guy.

BOTH:
I don't believe in coincidence.

( indistinct chatter
in foreign language )

( indistinct chatter )

( indistinct chatter )

( speaking Korean )

( speaking Korean )

No. No, Yoon.

( speaking Korean )

Where is it,
Lee Sung?!

Have you no honor
left, woman?

More than you.

Scream...

and I kill you.

( groaning )

( whimpering )

Found out why the FBI
isn't responding, boss.

She's definitely here.

GIBBS:
Keep looking, DiNozzo.

I'm right behind you.

( tires squealing )

I will kill you
if you don't answer this time.

( whimpering )

Where?!

In-In the truck.

( door opening )

Drop the weapon.

There's a bomb set to go off
in this building.

If you kill me now, we all die.

Put your weapon down.

I was a North Korean operative.

We kind of figured
that part out on our own.

YOON:
The part that

you don't know is that
my cell included Sun Porter,

Min Crane,

and this man.
She's lying.

I swear on the life
of my daughter

that I'm trying
to prevent this attack.

And I swear, if you don't
release your weapon,

I will kill you.

( hammer clicks )

The bomb is in his truck.

Please.

We may have only minutes left.

( rhythmic beeping )

Now do you believe me?

Can you disarm it?

( beeping continues )

If I had a couple of days,
maybe. You?

ZIVA:
I could try.

But I suggest not standing

within five miles
of here while I attempt it.

I can.

LEE SUNG:
She put it there.

She's trying to
kill us all.

They're evacuating
the building, boss.

And, the, uh... Oh.

That's a really
big bomb.

You think,
DiNozzo?

I didn't kill them to maintain
my cover, Agent Gibbs.

I did it to keep my family.

( beeping )

I failed.

She's a North
Korean spy!

Not anymore.

At least let me prevent this.

McGee, get Sung out of here.

Get the cuffs
off her.
Gibbs?!

This isn't a debate,
Officer David! Go!
Let's go, come on.

GIBBS:
Go on! Get out of
here, all of you.

Get to clear distance away.
I'll handle it from here.

I don't care
how hard you
whack me, boss.

I'm not going
anywhere.
Nor am I.

If we survive this,
you're both fired.

( beeping continues )

( rapid beeping )

It's supposed to do that, right?

( beeping quickens )

( extremely rapid beeping )

( beeping slows )

( beeping stops )

( sighs )

It's done.

The bomb is no longer armed.

( indistinct chatter )

( phone ringing )

So, what happens now, sir?

ZIVA:
The FBI will take
her into custody,

Sergeant.

And then prison?

Your wife is an agent
of a hostile power.

It all depends
on what kind of
deal she can make.

She was also responsible
for bringing down an entire

North Korean cell
and saving hundreds
of lives, Sergeant.

I'm sure that will be
take into consideration.

Right, Officer David?

Yes, of course.

Her knowledge
of the inner workings

of North Korean intelligence

should prove
to be invaluable.

MAN:
Let's go.

( sighs )

Guys, give her
a minute.

( voice breaking ):
I'm...

so sorry.

I was trying
to do the right thing.

Everything you said
to me on the phone?

I believe it, Yoon.

I'll always believe it,
no matter what happens.

Come here.

( crying )

It's okay.

YOON:
I'm so sorry.

PORTER:
I know.

MAN:
Let's go.

( sighs )

Yeah, Tony, Ziva,

what happened back there
with the bomb--

I want you both to know...

You don't have to say it, boss.

We know how you feel about us.

ZIVA:
Gibbs, we're
a team.

That's what we do.

I was going to say,
if either one

of you two wing nuts
ever disobey

a direct order again,
I'll kill you myself.

That's our boss.

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