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Is it just me or are we
getting faster at this?

Faster's five cars
in one night, Newbie.

( car horn honks )

You hear that?

Sounds like money to me.

Now that's what
I'm talking about.

This baby is loaded.

GPS Navi,

killer sound.

We're gonna get three Gs
with these rims alone.

More if the spare's alloy.

( remote control chirps )

What?

NCIS!

Don't shoot! Don't shoot!

Freeze!

Hands in the air!

Okay, okay.

All right, all right.

Cuff them.

Against the car.

Assume the position.
Okay, okay.

Your first mistake
was stealing tools

from the motor
pool, geniuses.

( Touch-Tone beeps )

Yeah, it's Gibbs. We need
prison transportation

for three.
Get ahold

of Metro PD.

We busted these guys
on their turf.

ZIVA:
Gibbs.

( phone beeps )

Cars are not the only thing
they've been chopping here.

* Twisted transistor.

Captioning sponsored by
PARAMOUNT TELEVISION

and CBS

MAN:
I swear we didn't
kill anybody.

Come on, that's
not even our cooler!

We have nothing
to do with that.

You believe him?

They had a human head
in the trunk of a car, McGee.

What do you think?

( camera shutter clicks )

TONY:
First severed head?

Mine was a motorcycle
accident in Baltimore.

I thought I was just
picking up a helmet...

Trust me, it's far worse
when you know the person.

You knew someone
who was beheaded?

A friend.

He, um... infiltrated
a Hamas cell in Ramallah.

Uh... they sent his head...
Overnight Express.

I'm sorry, Ziva. I...

That's when I decide I'd...

I'd never be captured alive.

You did me a favor tonight,
Jethro.

Tonight is Smackdown night
at the Mallard residence.

You believe it?

Mother's favorite television
program: wrestling.

Mine, too. I love
the WWE.

I haven't the heart to tell her
it's not real.

Now, where's the body?

Three sailors running
a chop shop, Duck.

We found it in the trunk.

Not gonna need the gurney
for this one, Palmer.

( siren wails )

Ooh, my.

Decapitation.

A most ancient form
of execution,

which the French elevated
to a public spectacle.

The guillotine.

La Grande Terreur.

The French Revolution.

Scissors, please.

Actually, the hideous machine

was invented by a doctor,

Joseph Guillotin.

He proposed his machine be used

'cause it was a humane form
of capital punishment.

That's ironic.

Yes, I'd say.

Although guillotine
is mostly

associated with the French,

the Nazis actually

guillotined more people than
the entire French Revolution.

That's pretty gruesome.
Indeed.

Hitler thought it was
a demeaning form of punishment,

so he used it
for political executions.

I was referring
to the severed head, Ducky.

Do you know how many people
the Nazis decapitated

between 1942 and 1943?

Um, no.

Over 20,000.

I never ceased to be amazed

by the depth of your knowledge,
Doctor.

DUCKY:
Yes, one thing we can say
for certain--

beheading was not the cause

of this poor man's demise.

Look at the tissue reaction.

It isn't gorged with blood from
severed capillaries and veins.

So he was dead
before his head was removed?

For what sicko reason
do you keep it preserved on ice?

I don't know.

But it's gonna make determining

the time of death impossible.

As to cause...

without the rest
of the body...

Perhaps you can make us an ID.

Lay some tissue samples
on me, Duckman.

You knew there was a reason
I invited you down here.

Would you do the honors,
Mr. Palmer?

I need to take care
of the paperwork.

So...

white meat of dark?

It's inappropriate?

With a big dash
of creepy, Jimmy.

It's my delivery. I...
I have to work on that.

Who is Naomi Krutzhammer?

One of your girlfriends, yes?

I'm trying to read my
e-mail here, you mind?

Not at all.

I didn't know your nickname
was Honeybuns.

Only Naomi and I call him that.

TONY:
Did think you were gonna say
anything about that, boss.

Who owns the car with the head
in the trunk?

We don't know yet.

You reading your e-mail

and you don't know yet?

We traced the VIN
to a Mercedes dealership

in Riverdale, which sold it
two weeks ago.

The registration is temporary

and hasn't been processed
by the DMV.

ZIVA:
We called the dealership.

The don't open
for another 25 minutes.

( machine beeps )

The car is registered

to an Epsilon Corporation.

Thanks for sharing, Probie.

I just found it.
Had to hack into

the DMV's processing computer.

Is that legal?

I doubt it.

Wonder what the penalty is.

Less than reading your e-mails
on my time, Honeybuns.

McGEE:
Corporate address is in care
of Sean Oliver, Attorney at Law,

225 Sheraton Street.

Phone number, McGee.

When they answer the phone,

what are you gonna say,
Officer David?

"Hey, we found your car.

Anybody at Epsilon
missing a head?"

Tony, take Ziva with you.

Go.

That's good job, McGee.

Thank you, boss.

Tony's right.

Hacking is illegal.

I hate lawyers.

I thought lawyers

were an integral part
of the American legal system,

defenders of civil liberties.

This guy wouldn't know civil
liberty if he choked on it.

TONY:
You don't get
an office like this

working pro bono cases.

You don't even know the man.

I can tell you anything
you need to know.

Okay.

What does he look like?

The name Sean

was popular in the 1960s.

Huh? I wonder why.

That puts him in his 40s.

Probably has a combover.
Balding.

TONY:
Maybe even plugs.

( chuckles )

Shall I continue?

Well, you're on a roll.

"Oliver."

Old money.

"Esquire"?

Cheeseball pretentious.

RECEPTIONIST:
I'm sorry to keep
you waiting.

If you'd
follow me, please.

Count your fingers

after you shake his hand.

WOMAN:
I'll get back to you.

Okay. Thanks.

'Course there
are exceptions.

So, what can I
do for NCIS today?

I'm Special Agent
DiNozzo.

Nice to meet you.

ZIVA:
We recovered a stolen

Mercedes registered
at Epsilon

Corporation
at this address.

Epsilon's a client.

I'm sure they'll appreciate
you finding their car.

It's a little more
complicated than that.

Is it Mrs....

It's Ms.

And please call me Sean.

Sean. Pretty name.

Thank you.

You're a coach?

SEAN:
No, not exactly.

I do a lot of pro bono work

for youth groups.

The car may have been involved

in some criminal activity prior
to the theft,

Ms. Oliver.

We'll need to speak
to your client about this.

First, define
"criminal activity."

We're not prepared to disclose
that kind of information

right now.

Then I'm sorry I can't help you.

Why is that?

Attorney-client
privilege.

It prevents me from
divulging any information

without my client's
permission.

I'm ethically bound
to protect their rights.

Even if they may have
committed a crime?

If you believed that,

you would have come here
with a search warrant.

Oh, we didn't think
it was necessary.

So I assume you'll try
and go get one now.

Oh, yeah. Yeah.

Great.

Then I look forward] to seeing
you again, Agent DiNozzo.

Tony.

Tony.

( whispers ):
I hate lawyers.

( handcuffs jangling )

Have a seat.

I'm not saying anything
till I get a lawyer.

You're not here
to talk, Petty Officer Hobie.

You're here to listen.

They said you jacked the car,
and they know nothing about

what was in the trunk.

Me? I believe them.

That means
you're screwed,

Petty Officer.

GIBBS:
Agent McGee,

seven stolen cars
in two weeks,

what's he looking at?

First offence?

Let's see, seven
to ten for theft,

another four to five
for selling stolen property,

so roughly 12 years.

Maybe out in six
with good behavior.

What about carrying around

a human head in an ice chest?

McGEE:
Well, capital offence

with the gruesome
nature of the crime,

I'm thinking... life.

That's if he's lucky.

McGEE:
If not...

The death penalty.

Whoa, whoa, hey.

I... I didn't know
that was in there.

Look, when you boost a car,

you don't check to see
what's in the trunk first.

Where?

It was in a parking lot.

( snickers )

Chez Nude.

A strip club in Anacostia.

I took it around midnight.

You see the driver?

No.

All I saw was the chrome.

Yes, but are you
absolutely positive?

Science doesn't lie, Ducky.

No, but in my experience,
it often can be misleading.

GIBBS.
Abby.

Gibbs. Okay,

so we have two questions
for you: Where's my Caf-Pow?

The machine was empty.

Second question?

That wasn't one
of the questions.

The machine's never empty.

Abby...

According to
the Armed Forces

DNA registry, the head in the
autopsy room belongs to...

Navy Captain Parker Wayne.

GIBBS:
You want to know

how he died and why.

We know how
and why.

He suffered a fatal
coronary infarction

at Bethesda
Naval Hospital
four months ago.

So... what is his head doing
in the trunk of a stolen car?

And where is the
rest of his body?

Can't connect
Captain Wayne
to any

of the three
suspects, boss.

No common service,
ship or base.

If they had any contact,
it wasn't through the Navy.

You're asking me to believe

a sailor jacked a car
with a head in the trunk,

and that he didn't know it?

If the glue sticks...

Shoe fits.

DiNozzo.

I'm with you, boss.

Our carjacker definitely
knows more than he's telling us.

We don't believe in coincidences
around here, Ziva.

However,
we do believe

in bad luck.

Did you get the search warrant?

Uh... Faith Coleman says that
we need to petition

for a preliminary injunction
to compel

Sean Oliver, Esq., to give up
the name of her client.

So do it.

Done it.

I mean, I... I did it.

Since the captain died
of natural causes,

it's going to take the judge
a while to sign off on it.

The lawyer drooled
over Tony. Why doesn't

he just sleep with her?

What? It's a viable
interrogation technique.

I've done it.

ZIVA:
Me, too.

DUCKY:
No trauma

to the head.
No signs of cerebral hemorrhage.

The cause of death
was definitely

coronary inclusion,
Dr. Mallard,

caused by
arteriosclerosis.

I took this when I

performed the autopsy
on Captain Wayne.

Ah! Jethro.

Special Agent Gibbs,
Commander Ross,

the M.E. who performed
the autopsy on on our
captain four months ago.

I must admit,
I've never been involved

in anything this, uh... strange.

Remind me to show you
some of our cases sometime.

Last year, we had a patient
who spontaneously

combusted, or
so we thought...

You're certain heart attack
was the cause of death?

Absolutely.

Captain Wayne was pronounced
dead on the operating table

by one of our best
heart surgeons.

I performed the autopsy
two days later.

When you last saw the captain,
his head was attached?

Of course.

What happened to his remains?

At the request
of the widow,

they were released
to a mortuary.

The, uh... let's see.

The Vernon Family Mortuary
in Annandale, Virginia.

MAN:
You'll have to excuse me,
but I'm extremely

shorthanded this afternoon,
gentlemen.

My furnace operator
didn't show up today.

Mr. Vernon, are...
are those human remains?

Were. Now they're just
carbon and ash, Agent McGee.

Now, what can I do for you?

We're investigating a death.

I figured as much.

How's that?

The only time
I see cops around here

is when they're on
an official investigation

or when, you know,

they're customers.

Well, the customer
we're interested in

was here four months ago.

Name?

Uh... Captain Parker Wayne.

Let's see. Wyatt,

Windsor,

Wayne.

From Bethesda.

He was cremated 122 days ago.

Wayne was cremated?

Yes.

His wife asked
for a Sea-Rest urn

with interior
gold-plated lining.

Very high-end.

Sounds nice.

Yeah. Except for the fact
that, uh...

there was a piece missing,
Vernon.

Oh? What do you mean?

Well, a part
of his body
has turned up.

You mean like a body fragment
or a bone fragment or a tooth?

Actually, more like his head.

A head?

Found in a car trunk.

We'd like to know

how it got there.

Remains picked up

at 7:45 a.m. on the 24th.

He was cremated that evening.

Furnace two.

Attending technician Martin.

Martin who?

Broussard.

Where is he?

He didn't show up
for work today,
which is why

I'm here instead of being
out there where I'm needed.

We're going to
need his address.

No need.
I'll take you to his room.

I can't believe
I let him live on the grounds.

For how long?

Almost three years.

This could ruin me.

My family's been
in the business
for 63 years.

Anyone else licensed
to operate these ovens?

Furnaces,

Agent DiNozzo.

Just myself
and Martin.

Martin, if you're in there,
open up, damn it!

Wait here.

( coughs )

You thinking what I'm thinking,
Probie?

Yeah. We just walked
into an episode
of The X-Files.

Open that up, Probie.

No. You open it.

Who's the Senior Field Agent?

Gibbs.

In this room,

who is the Senior Field Agent?

Open it.

Chucklehead.

Oh!

What is it?

It's feet.

I knew it.

We're dealing with
another Dahmer here.

The pig kind.

Hi.

What's your name?

I'm Jethro.

I'm here to talk to your mom.

Did you know

my daddy?

No. No, I didn't.

Not personally.

He's dead, you know.

I had them on the mantel,

but Chrissy would stare at them
for hours.

She couldn't understand
how her daddy

could fit inside a jar.

Her therapist said
it was probably
unhealthy for her, so...

I understand

that this must be tough
for you, Mrs. Wayne.

Ashes are ashes, Agent Gibbs.

Now, what is this about?

There may have been a mix-up.

These aren't my husband's ashes?

No, no. They probably are.

There just was a paper snafu
at Bethesda.

We need to verify it.

How can you do that?

Teeth aren't totally
destroyed during cremation.

I've been a Navy wife for close
to 20 years, Agent Gibbs.

NCIS agents

don't investigate mix-ups.

At least not agents
as ol as you.

Well...

we have a new
director, ma'am.

A female director.

Let's just say I'm not
as politically correct

as some of the younger agents.

Yeah.

What did you do
to piss her off?

Well, see, if she
was more like you,

then I wouldn't
be sent out here

to do a probie's job.

Not that this
isn't important.

This is very important.

I will handle
the captain's remains

with the utmost respect, ma'am.

That's a promise.

What did you do?

Oh, she overheard

a conversation I had
about her physical...

Where are you taking my dad?

Oh, Chrissy, it's okay.
Agent Gibbs

is a Marine. You know
how much Daddy liked them.

20 years in the Navy,

I know a Marine when
I see one, Agent Gibbs.

As soon as this is verified,
it'll be returned.

Our last command

was a cruiser--
the Manassas.

They deploy for eight months
next Thursday.

Park's last wish was to have

his ashes scattered
at sea by them.

You'll have them back.

I've hit a dead wall.

Have any of you heard
of the nation of Nevis?

No.

It's in the Caribbean.

I'm impressed.

Well, if you looking
for the most attractive

and convenient
offshore corporate domicile--

like my father-- it's the place.

That's where
Epsilon's incorporated.

It's a haven
of confidentiality.

I mean, they won't
disclose the names

of owners, officers
or directors.

That's why the old man
seems to like it.

Sounds suspicious.

I have a contact
who can get me that info.

Ziva, don't talk about it.
Do it.

Well, it's a delicate situation,
Gibbs.

Perhaps I should elaborate.
Say...

Martin Broussard.

Raised in New Orleans...
Orleans, boss.

Barely graduated
high school.
Dropped out...

of junior college
after only one year.

Record?

Uh... two DUIs and a...

shoplifting charge.

We got prints from his room.
Abby is...

...trying to match
them to the Mercedes
from the chop shop.

You think Broussard could
be Sean Oliver's client?

No way. This guy's
apartment makes McGee's

look like The Four Seasons.

Oh, what is wrong
with my home?

Uh... nothing
that a bulldozer

and a few coats of paint
wouldn't fix.

Okay. At least
I wasn't afraid
to open a cooler.

Okay. I wasn't
afraid to open

a cooler.

I'm shutting up, boss.

Ziva.
Director.

What can I do for you?

A favor.

You want to go
back to Israel.

No, I actually
love it here.

Gibbs is a great teacher.

You'll learn.

He's like the Hope Diamond.

A valuable gem,

but it comes
with a curse.

Anyone I know
in that car?

You know what they say--

if you have to ask...

ABBY:
Hey, they refilled
the machine.

What are you doing?

It's been
a long day-- yoga.

Sirshasana. It increases
the blood flow to the brain.

I thought that's
what this is for.

Whoo.

That helps, too.

I assume you're done.

With the ashes? Yeah.

Since cremation
destroys all DNA,

then genetic fingerprinting
of the cremains won't work.

So I put them through
a particle accelerator

to try to ferret out
any trace elements.

And?

And I found calcium
which is present
in human bones,

but no phosphorous.
Which means?

There's really no foreplay
with you, is there, Gibbs?

What, you've been talking
to my ex-wives again?

The urn contained
burnt wood chips

concrete, dust and pebbles.

The ashes are bogus.

Ask yourself what kind of guy
lives in a coffin-storage shed

at a funeral home.

Perhaps a poor one.

I'd buy that,
except for the fact

that it looks like this guy did

an episode of Trading Spaces
with Satan.

What we need to figure out
is why this guy decided

to keep the man's head.

Knowing it'd end up
in the trunk of a stolen
Mercedes.

Maybe he needed it
for some sort
of ritual.

Or sacrifice.

Witchcraft?

Whatever you want to call it,
probie.

I agree.

Anyone so obviously
fascinated with death

has to be deeply disturbed
on some level.

I mean, take these masks

for instance.

What kind of a person

would collect such

horrid-looking things?
Me.

Of course, by horrid, I mean,
finely crafted and artistic.

Good morning, Abby.

Hi.

The masks are Ogu.
They're used in tribal
ceremonies in Africa.

A friend of mine
makes them.

I see.

And this?
Drapeau,

or flag.

It symbolizes
the bridge

between your spiritual
and your earthly planes.

I'm not an expert,
but I would say

that Martin Broussard

is into voodoo, big time.

So it is witchcraft.
No, McGee,

it's voodoo.

What's the difference?

Haven't you ever seen Voodoo
Island with Boris Karloff?

The Believers,
Martin Sheen?

Serpent And The Rainbow,

Sleepless in Seattle?

That was about voodoo?

No, but the first time
I saw it,

it scared the bejesus
out of me.

That a fact, DiNozzo?
Yes, sir.

We think we just had a major
breakthrough in the case.

You found Broussard?

No, not exactly.

You got the warrant
to search the law offices?

Not yet.

Your contacts found out
who owns Epsilon Corporation.

Haven't gotten
back to me yet.

In retrospect,

"major" may have been
overstating things, sir.

What, Abby? Do you have to
go to the bathroom? You
have something to say?

I do, but that's not the point.

Ducky and I may have found
something that's "munjor."

It's maybe

not major, but it's more
than minor.

Hey, Duck, are you saying
Captain Wayne

was using some kind
of sacrifice?

I'm just saying it's
a possibility, Jethro.

We found traces of blood
on three of the knives

we got from Martin
Broussard's room.

All three came back
the same type.

Captain Wayne's?

BOTH:
No. Chicken.

It's not an uncommon
substance to find

at a voodoo ritual.

Yeah, or at a KFC.
What else?

Patience, Gibbs.

I ran the fingerprints
from the Mercedes,

the cooler in the back
of the car

and Martin Broussard's room.

They're all the same

and they're all his.

Broussard stole
the Mercedes?

Either that or he just
really likes to touch stuff.

Okay, I'll let Gibbs know.
Thank you.

Let Gibbs know what,
Agent McGee?

Uh, that Captain Wayne's widow
is on her way up, Director.

How much does
she know?

Uh, not sure, ma'am.

Gibbs returned
with the cremains,

but I don't know
what he said to get them.

Let's hope he didn't say

that we found her husband's head
in the trunk.

I don't think...

Would he?

Have you gotten
the warrant

for Sean Oliver's law office?
Still working
on it, ma'am.

I put several calls in

to the Assistant
U.S. Attorney's office,

but they're dragging
their feet.

I expected they would,

so I made a personal call

to the Attorney
General's office.

Here's your warrant.

You can close your
mouth, Agent McGee.

It's not that impressive.

Get Gibbs.

I'll escort Mrs. Wayne
from here.

Yes, ma'am.

Special Agent Gibbs
is on his way. I'm...

Did he make
a positive identification?

A positive identification?

Of your husband's cremains?

I want the remains verified

for every body Broussard was
supposed to have burned.

Not a problem, boss.

What do we tell
the families?

Depends on what we find.

You think he's done
this before?

The guy's cutting up chickens

and carrying heads
around in coolers, Ziva.

I don't know.

What's your gut tell ya?

I never want
to be cremated.

Oh, whoa!

Sorry, boss.
Uh, warrant.

Got the warrant.

Good job, McGee.

Tony, you're with me.

Mrs. Wayne is here
and Director Shepard
is with her.

He said the paper

mix-up could be resolved
with my husband's teeth.

If Special Agent Gibbs
told you that,

I'm sure it's the truth.

He's one of the most
knowledgeable agents
I've ever worked with.

I had that impression.

I'm glad he was assigned this,
even if it is punishment.

Punishment?

The new director
has it in for him.

He told you that?

I've seen it before.

When Parker was XO for one of
the first female ship captains,

whoo, the woman was a nightmare
trying to prove herself.

Special Agent Gibbs,

I didn't know the new Director
was punishing you.

She always seemed
very fair to me.

Well, you're a woman.

She doesn't have
anything to prove to you.

How about you?

What do you think?

Do you think the new Director
is reasonable?

Very.

GIBBS:
Why are you here,
Mrs. Wayne?

Have you made of positive
identification?

The lab's working
on it.

I'm sorry to be
troubling you.

No trouble at all.

The Manassas has been put
on alert to sail early.

How early?

Tuesday.

I have to have
Parker's ashes there
by Monday night.

I don't want to wait
another year

to honor my husband's
last wish.

I'll do my best.

You'll have your husband's
ashes by Monday,

won't she, Agent Gibbs?

If you say so.

She isn't the new...?

Uh-huh.

Oh.

TONY:
Hi, nice to see you again.

NCIS. We have
a search warrant.

Go right on in.

Ms. Oliver has been
expecting you.

That was fast.
It gives us the right

to search the premises
for every and all documents

pertaining to Epsilon
Corporation.

I think you'll find
everything you need
in those boxes.

Your director's
not the only one

with friends
in the U.S. Attorney's office.

You have the papers
so I can't stop you,

but I do think this is overkill
for a stolen car.

Actually, we're more
interested in who was driving

before it was stolen.

Why?

I'll make you a deal.

You tell me who runs
Epsilon Corporation

I tell you why.

Unfortunately,
I can't make deals

without consulting my clients.

Why don't you make the call,
Sean?

At least give me a clue

as to what it is
we're dealing with here, Tony.

Was it drugs?

More along the lines
of human sacrifice.

ZIVA:
She's had 24 hours

to cleanse these files.

What are we hoping
to find?

Names of employees
and addresses.

We might get through this
by the end of the month

if you actually helped us, Tony.

I'm supervising.

Hi, Gibbs.

Nice one.

Yeah, it is.

Hey, boss, I was just about
to call you.

What a coincidence.

I was just about
to put my boot up your...

Got a lead.

Found an electric bill
in one of the boxes.

An industrial space
in Anacostia,

three miles from the strip club
where the Mercedes was stolen.

Ziva, McGee,

go check it out.

Tony.

Go on,

supervise.

TONY:
Doesn't look like anybody's
here.

All right,
what do we do?

At least we have a warrant.

Right.

Uh, no, not really.

What is your problem, probie?

Well, the warrant only covers
Epsilon's files.

Can you see

inside that window?

You know that I can't.

So for all you know,
there could be

files in there, yes?

Technically, yes,

but we could be obfuscating
the warrant.

You know what that means?

No, not at all.

Good. Neither do I.
Pick the lock.

Obfuscating.

What sort of knucklehead
uses a word like obfuscating?

Picklehead.

Nice work, Ziva.

Tony?

Two to one, you lose, probie.

( alarm ringing )

It's a bad idea.

What?

It's a...

( alarm continues ringing )

I wonder what
they do in here.

We should not
have broken in here.

What?

Shouldn't have
broken in here.

If you want to be
a crybaby, why don't you
wait outside for the police?

What are we
going to tell 'em?

Might be easier to show them.

( camera shutter clicking )

You know what this place
reminds me of?

( laughs ):
One of your stupid
voodoo movies?

No.

My Uncle Vincenzo's
shop in Long Island.

He's a butcher.

( shutter clicking )

Yet another reason

why I'm considering
becoming a vegetarian.

Gonna need a couple of extra
gurneys on this one, Palmer.

GIBBS:
How many we looking at, Duck?

DUCKY:
Based upon size,

skin tone and gender
difference, there are...

at least... partial remains

of six cadavers in here.

This isn't voodoo.

DUCKY:
I'd agree,
based upon the surgical skill

with which they were dissected.

You've found yourself
another chop shop, Jethro.

Only instead of automobiles
being harvested...

Body parts?

Any of these parts
belong to Captain Wayne, Duck?

Oh, Jethro, please.

So, how grisly was it?

ZIVA:
Not bad.

Shelves lined with body parts
is "not bad"?

ZIVA:
At least they were

surgically removed.
Yeah.

Were all the bodies
supposed to be cremated?

I don't know.

McGee's getting
the mortuary records
for the last few months.

I do not know why anyone
would want to be cremated.

Do you really want to be
stuck in the ground?

She already has a coffin.

No.
I just want
to know that

the rest of my body parts,
after I donate

whatever I can to science,
are gonna rot for eternity

in a familiar place.

How about you, Tony?
Ah, the slow rot

or the fast burn? Hm.

Neither, please.
Thank you very much.

What's your alternative?

The Ted Williams.

Cryogenics.
Appropriate under
the circumstances,
Agent DiNozzo.

The only thing Ted Williams
had frozen was his head.

( laughter )

Here's the information
you were looking for.

The principal and sole
shareholder of Epsilon
Corporation.

Sean Oliver.

Now I really do
hate lawyers.

Thank you, Director.

Glad I could be of help.

Something wrong?

Oh, just wondering
if Gibbs knows

who Ziva's secret contact is.

We had a saying

in Europe: "Whatever
Gibbs doesn't know...

Can't hurt him.
No.

"...can't hurt us."

( soft laugh )

It would appear they
were all dissected

by the same
individual, Jethro.

It's the direction that
the incisions were made.

Look.

Straight cuts

are normally canted
to the right,

due to the position of
the scalpel in the right hand.

All of these were canted
in the opposite direction.

We're looking for someone
that's left-handed.

Precisely.
Any idea

which ones are Captain Wayne's?

We're taking tissue samples
of the individual parts

and prints from the hands,
and we'll try to assemble

Captain Wayne where we can.

I've got less than
two days, Duck.

We told his widow we'd
return the ashes by Monday.

I could bring in
another M.E. to help.

Yeah, yeah, do it.
My contact came
through, Gibbs.

The client Sean Oliver

was protecting was...
Sean Oliver.

Tony and McGee
are picking her up.

Not bad, Officer David.

Well, I do what I can.

When you see the director,
thank her for me.

SHEPARD:
There's a reason

you couldn't find
her anywhere last
night, Jethro.

She was meeting
with the district
attorney's office.

Cutting a deal.

What kind of deal?

More than she deserves.

Do you think it would
be inappropriate if,

as director, I went in there and
smacked that smile off her face?

( laughs )

Yeah, it would,
but that's what
you have me for.

Thank you very much, ma'am.

That was one of Martin
Broussard's elementary
school teachers.

What could she
possibly tell you

that's relevant to this case?

A lot, Ziva--
slow learner,

trouble maker,
not real big on...

oral hygiene.

That's fascinating, Tony.

And this helps us find him how?

It doesn't-- but at least now
we know he was left-handed.

( phone rings )

Officer David.

ABBY:
Got something for you guys.
On our way.

Abby found something.

His name was
Captain Parker Wayne.

He's married...

had a nine-year-old daughter

who just worshipped
the ground he walked on.

My client admitted
her involvement in the sale

of illegal body parts
already, Agent Gibbs.

His last request was
to have his ashes
scattered at sea.

What would you like me

to tell this little girl,

Ms. Oliver,
that that can't happen

because you want to join
a more expensive country club?

This was never about money.

Sean, he's baiting you.

Let him, Simon.

The deceased
were to be cremated.

By supplying their bodies
for medical research,

advances were made
to benefit the living.

Any profits you made
were just incidental, right?

Part of my client's
plea agreement

is to make
financial restitution.

Your client was carving
up dead people

and selling parts like meat.

Where's Martin Broussard?

Not part of our arrangement.

I've got the parts to six
different bodies downstairs.

She is not going anywhere

until I I.D. them.

Where's Gibbs?

Interrogation. Why?

I found him.

We. We found him.
Found who, Abby?

Martin Broussard.

We located Martin Broussard.

Then you have no
further need to
question my client.

We have him downstairs
in autopsy.

To identify the bodies?
No.

Sean, they can
do whatever...
He's one of them.

Martin is dead?

I don't know anything
about it.

Simon?

We found
his body parts

in your building.

The only thing we can't locate,
it seems, is his head.

I think your deal with the D.A.
just went south.

I didn't kill him.

If you didn't,
you know who did.

As your lawyer, I advise
you not to answer any
more questions, Sean.

A man was murdered here, Simon.

Vernon supplied the bodies.

Martin was...

was just a deliveryman.

They must have thought
he was too weak

to stand up to an investigation.

They?

DUCKY:
I appreciate your volunteering
to help, Dr. Ross.

( chuckles ):
Anything to get out of Bethesda

for a couple of days,
Dr. Mallard.

Where do you want
this one, Doctor?
Oh, uh...

That what this
is all about?

The body parts?

It would appear
that way.

It's understandable.

That arm alone would
be worth a fortune.

Really?

Pharmaceutical and
medical instrument firms

would pay vast sums

for cadavers.
Where do they get them?

Willed body programs,
universities.

But the need far
outstrips the supply.
A human body

can be worth
as much as $200,000.

Well, how-how much
do you suppose

just a little arm would be?

DUCKY:
A lot.

It's not unlike car theft.

A vehicle stripped
and sold for parts

is worth far more
than when it's whole.

And harder to trace.

Table two.

Wow.

This could pay off
my college loans.

DUCKY:
Don't give me cause to check

your car trunk tonight,
Mr. Palmer.

Oh, um,

we haven't yet determined

the cause of death
of this poor man.

Would you...
care to open?

Oh. My pleasure, Doctor.

I suppose you'll tell me
you didn't do it for money.

Excuse me?

Dissecting these bodies.

( nervous laugh ):
What...?

Whatever makes you think that?

DUCKY:
By the way you used...

this.

They know, Ross.
What?

I...

I-I admit the money was good,
but, uh...

my intent was to help people.

Is that so?

Yes.

I don't care whether
you believe me or not.

As long as you do, Doctor.

Before you buy this,

he murdered Broussard.
No!

No, I didn't.
The hell you didn't.

She presented his body to me
as a...
He's lying!

I don't give a damn
which one of you did it.

Well, I do.

Tony, get him out of here.

Scummy ambulance chaser!
OLIVER:
Stop lying!

If you think for one
minute I'm gonna
take the rap...

( Oliver and Ross shouting )

Uh, Mr. Palmer,

would you leave us alone
a minute, please?

Jethro, you do realize
that Captain Wayne's remains

are considered evidence

in this case.
Uh-huh.

Well, you can't possibly
be considering

cremating them in time
to give them to his widow.

Right.

I'll go with you
to the crematorium.

Chrissy was really starting
to worry,

but I told her that Marines

always keep their word.

Sweetie, go get changed.

We have to leave
for the ship soon.

Okay, Mommy.

And put the dress on
that Daddy brought from France.

He loved you in it.

Are those my husband's ashes?

Yes, ma'am.

I give you my word.

It'd be my pleasure
to escort

you and your daughter
to the ship.

Uh... the Navy's
sending a car.

But thanks.

Thank you, Agent Gibbs.

And Parker would
never forgive me

if I didn't say...

Semper Fi.

Fair winds
and following seas, ma'am.

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