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(birds twittering)

Oh, crap.

(door buzzer sounding,
man growls)

(pounding on door)

You gotta be kidding me.

Hello?

I'm from next door.

(laughing):
I locked myself out.

Uh, I just need you
to call the front desk.

Hello?

(gasps)

Holy Mother of God.

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Ziva, I'm not secretive.

Did you hear
that, Tony?

McGee just said
he's not secretive.

Hmm, let's see:
Wrote a novel.

Didn't tell us.
Got it published.

Didn't tell us.
Made substantial
amounts of money

from said novel.
Hmm, didn't
tell us.

Anything else?
Bought a Porsche.

Didn't tell us-- Can you see
how people might begin to think

there was a pattern of
secretive behavior
emerging here,

Probie?
Okay, look.

I might have been hiding stuff.

But it was not secretive,
it was just...

Deceptive?
Sneaky?

Self-preservation.

If I'd told you guys
I was writing a novel,

you would have
laughed at me.

True.
True.

Besides, everyone has secrets.

I bet you two
have some doozies.

No.
(gasps)

Ha!

Ha?!
What 'ha'? I said 'no.'

You said no too quickly.

He did, didn't he?

What dark,

dirty little secrets
do you have

that are making you
so uncomfortable?

Does she have a name?

Marine Corps
Intelligence?

Three years.

I've personally known her
for two.

She's an interpreter.

Born in Kuwait, emigrated
when she was a kid.

Working anything sensitive?

Just routine, nothing classified
since we got back from Iraq.

Ironic, isn't it?

You last saw her Friday.

She said she was going to
the country for the weekend.

Didn't say where.

MCGEE:
Edenvale.

Where the hell
is Edenvale?

Keep scrolling, probie.

I'm scrolling,
I'm telling you,

I can't find it.

TONY:
It's not on the map.

Boondocks.

Boondocks, boss.

Pack a toothbrush.

What are boondocks?

(mimics a banjo, singing a
"Deliverance"-like melody)

(mimics a banjo)

(mimics a banjo)

(mimics a banjo)

(mimics a banjo)

(mimics a banjo)

(sighs)

Don't get a lot of murders
out here

in Edenvale, Agent Gibbs.

Got the whole town talking.

Well,

you all wanna come on inside,

I've set up
the conference room for you.

Crime scene first, Sheriff.

Uh, that'd be the Edenvale,
uh, Motel-- U.S. 29.

A ten-minute drive.

Not much to see
out there, though.

Except the crime scene.

Well, yeah-- room eight.

Shot twice in the chest.

Bled out under the door.

Sheriff, the sooner we
get to work on the body,

the sooner we'll be
out of your way.

You wanna work on the body?

Preliminary examination.

I'll do the autopsy back at D.C.

Agent Gibbs, uh, I think we have
what you might call

a breakdown in communications.

She was found three days ago.

Booked in under a false name.

Paid cash.

No pocketbook,
no driver's license.

No vehicle.

Took the best part
of two days

to get her prints up
to Washington and processed.

Soon as we found out

she was a Marine,
we called you.

By that time,

Harry had done
the autopsy.

Harry Lawson,
the coroner.

He's a good man.

Well, I'll bet he is.

He's also the funeral director
and owns the furniture store.

Old country tradition.

What about the crime
scene, Sheriff?

Uh, turned back to the motel.

Cleaned up?

SHERIFF:
And I'm guessing
already occupied.

Evidence?

Oh, yeah, got plenty of that.

Uh, you'll wanna talk to Ruby.

RUBY:
If it was loose,
I bagged it.

Hairs, fibers, shell casing,

gum wrappers, used tissues,

uh, even an old French fry the
cleaning lady must have missed.

It was right up
under the headboard.

Anybody would have
missed it.

Um, everything's been tagged,
numbered, indexed

and photographed.

I did the indexing by hand

on account of the printer
not working.

Blood samples?

I took multiples, sent some

ho the lab, kept the rest
as backup.

Oop... oop...

Sorry... my fault.

No, it, it does that
all the time.

Well, that's everything.

Um, except

one teeny-tiny little thing.

She was shot twice.

But I could only find
one shell casing.

Maybe he picked it up.

Yeah, maybe.

You said you had an
office we could use?

(sighs)

Here you go.

Home sweet home.

I'll stir up some coffee
for you.

Oh, uh, we do
have a suspect.

When were you gonna
tell me that?

Well, I'm telling you now.

Tyler.
Yeah?

Bring me that

suspect's file,
would you?

Yeah, the victim
made one

phone call
from the motel.

Local guy by the name
of Masoud Tariq.

Only been

in town a few months.

He's an Iraqi.

Same as the victim.

She's from Kuwait, actually.

And where are you from?

The city.

Well, unfortunately,
this guy

Masoud Tariq,
he's disappeared.

So I got a search warrant.

We found her lipstick
in his living room.

Ruby got a fingerprint match.

We've got a BOLO out for him,

but he's got
a couple days start.

Now, he comes back,
we'll catch him.

You need anything else,
you just holler.

Did you see their
name plates?

Both Barretts.

Brothers?

Cousins?

Boondocks.

I'll take the body back
to D.C., Jethro.

But I'm afraid we're gonna have
to rely on this autopsy report.

Can't do another one?

Well, if I think it's necessary,

but there'd be so much missing
that you can't get back.

blood patterns,
position of the body,

and of course
you'll be missing

all the usual pieces
that have gone off for testing.

ZIVA:
She comes down

from D.C. for the weekend,

books into a motel
under a false name,

pays cash and calls a man.

Jealous spouse?

She's not married.

Neither was he.

Moved here six months ago.

Which is about the time

Lieutenant Shaheen got back
from Iraq.

Nice timing.

DiNozzo, drive back
with Ducky.

Talk to Lieutenant

Shaheen's commanding officer.

Find out what she was working on
in Iraq.

Okay-- back to the big city
suits me, boss.

I got the Boondock Blues
already.

McGee.
Boss?

Crime scene.

Take that forensic woman
with you.

Ruby.

Ruby, yeah.

Ruby.

Check her methodology.

See what she missed.

Maybe she didn't miss anything.

Right.

What do you need, Duck?

Just the body.

That leaves you and me...

with Masoud Tariq.

ZIVA:
Sleepy.

GIBBS:
Not quite.

That's Daryl Hardy--

the sort of nosy neighbor
gives small towns a bad name.

He thinks Tariq
is a terrorist.

Like a terrorist'd ever come
live in a little town like ours.

ZIVA:
He file complaints?

Nothing ever amounted
to anything.

Just spread a lot of bad
feelings among people, is all.

Tariq kept out
of trouble.

Paid his bills,
obeyed the law.

Least up until now.

We're being watched.

That kind of town.

Lacking a woman's touch?

Wouldn't know.

You wanna take mine?

I didn't mean anything
by what I said earlier.

Yes, you did.

You find something?

The sooner you leave me alone,
the sooner I'll know.

Well, I guess
a photo can wait, huh?

(camera shutter clicks)

Gibbs.

I think someone's been
making modifications.

Diesel fuel.

And a positive indicator
of nitrates.

Probably ammonium nitrate.

Mix with diesel oil and all you
have to do is add a detonator,

and a cell phone if you want
to set it off remotely.

I think we just found
ourselves a bomb factory.

ZIVA:
I thought the local constabulary
searched the house.

Not for a bomb factory.

Hard to miss.

Maybe the neighbors
were more observant.

You from Washington?

Special Agent Gibbs.

NCIS.

NCIS? That like the FBI?

Navy and Marine's version.

About time.

You found something?
Maybe.

Mm-hmm. I knew it.

Sheriff didn't wanna know.

No one did.

It's one of them
sleeper cells

they warn us about
on the news, ain't it?

What makes you think that?

I don't think it. I know it.

Wait there.

Waste of time giving it
to that son-of-a-b.

Here.

Good luck.

(screen door
opens, closes)

Nice neighbor?

He thinks he uncovered
a sleeper cell.

Does he have proof?
Maybe.

Send it to Abby.

TONY:
So what's your biggest secret?
Shock me.

ABBY:
When I was 11 years old,

I had a paper route
and I got sick of it.

So I used to hide the papers

and then I only deliver
to people that complained.

That was you?

No, I mean--

like a certain
probie who secretly

wrote a not-so-
secret bestseller.

Oh, you mean a MOAS.

Like a mother
of all secrets.
Yeah.

Everybody has one.

I'm not going to tell you mine.
What's yours?

Ha! Nice try.

I'm sitting on my MOAS.

I thought there was
only one shooter?

So did the Boondock Probie.

Maybe she was wrong.

Well, find out soon enough.

How do you live with
the Mother Of All Secrets?

You don't.

It consumes you.

It eats you like a cancer,
from the inside.

First there's the guilt.

And then there's the
excruciating urge

to blab your secret,
although you know

that it's gonna
spell your doom.

Have you gotten
at that stage yet?

No. It's a hypothetical
situation we're talking about.

You're still in
the guilt stage, huh?

And then, you know,
eventually,

you can't take it anymore,
it drives you insane,

so you blab your secret

to your best friend
or your mother

or your lover and
it sets you free.

It does?
Yeah.

Of course, you lose
all your friends

and your family and
maybe even your job--

depending on what the
secret is-- but, yeah.

Great.

(rapid beeping)

(typing)

Masoud Tariq
has another name:

Wasim Al Fulani.

Oh, this is bad.

He was in the
Republican Guard.

Yeah, it's a long way
from Baghdad to Edenvale.

(sighing):
I hate giving Gibbs bad news.

Yeah, got it.

TONY: He dropped off the planet,
like, two years ago, boss.

Ziva just sent over photos
of two men with Tariq--

both Middle Eastern,
same deal.

"Masoud Tariq" is an alias.

His real name
is Wasim Al Fulani,

former captain,
Republican Guard,

disappeared off
the radar two years ago.

Hmm, we know where
he's been for the
past six months.

Just need to figure
out where he is now.

Yeah, and whether
he packed a bag.

Okay, thanks
for the bad news.

Yeah. Bye.

They found explosive
residue in Tariq's garage.

Well, that's not good.

Yeah, I dusted for
prints in that garage.

Well, sometimes
we miss things.

Like that second shell
casing we still can't find

and probably
never will?

(sighs):
This is my first.

First?
Murder.

I'd only ever done
break-ins and stolen cars.

We get a lot of stolen
cars in Edenvale.

I bet.

I'm so excited.

My first murder.

I mean, it's sad
and everything, but...

No, it's okay
to be excited.

Helps us do our job.

Well, it sure
didn't help me, did it?

Look, you might've
missed something, okay?

But, next time, you
might see something

that someone else doesn't.

And they might see
something that you don't.

You can't do it all.

Can't be right
every time, Ruby.

I'd settle for just once.

(chuckling)

Never thought I'd see
a grown man so happy

to break a hundred.

This coming from
the girl who rolled

an 86.

Eighty-nine.

Whatever.

Competitive--
I like it.

I have a question to ask you.
Yeah?

What are the chances
of my sneaking you away
for a little dinner?

Two of the interns
called in sick, so...

Whoo, that's not good.

You look cold and we can't
have you getting sick.

Mm-hmm.
There... it's a little chilly.

And it's a good thing
that I am prepared.

(Italian accent):
Signorina...

What are you doing?

It's easier than it looks.

Yeah, okay...

This is not a sundial.
(laughs)

(hums jaunty tune)

There we go.

What is all this?

(Italian accent):
This, Miss Benoit,
is a Penne

a la DiNardo.

I don't know
what to say.

Well...

you could say, Grazie,

"you're a god
among men,

a prince among thieves."

This is like a scene
from an old movie.

Wait a second-- is this
a scene from an old movie?

Uh, well, that really depends.

On...?

Have you ever seen
a movie called

Strangers in the Night,
with Cary Grant?

No, I don't think so.

Then no, this is a completely
original idea

that I came up with,
all by myself.

(gunshot)

(computer beeps, blips)

It's not even close, Abigail.

Shalom.

Morning.

You brew that in your room?

Yeah.

You know,
it's not even real coffee.

It's coffee.

I read the label.

"Roasted chicory,"
whatever that is.

It's a flower.

It's got a taproot
like a dandelion.

Dried and roasted,
it makes for a cheap
coffee substitute.

Well, that's what
you're drinking,

cheap motel coffee substitute.

Does that smell
like a cheap coffee substitute?

Well, you brew it in your room.
Well, yes, I did.

With my own grind
that I brought from home.

You bring your own coffee grind
on investigations?

Only on overnighters.

Did you hear
from Tony last night?

No.

How about this morning?

The only reason I'm asking you

is because I called him last
night to update him

and he didn't pick up the phone.

He didn't answer this morning
either.

Ah, you two got married
and didn't tell me.

No. I know this may sound
a bit strange,

coming from me, but...

More than a bit, Ziva.

He's my partner,

and I'm concerned.
Yeah, okay. So?

So you sent him back
for other reasons

than to question Lieutenant
Shaheen's commanding officer.

Did I miss the announcement?

No, I was not made Director
of NCIS.

I was thinking more
like Secretary of the Navy,

because the Director of NCIS
would know damn well

not to ask me such
a stupid question.

Look, Tony's been very
secretive lately,
and for a man

who can't keep what he had
for breakfast a secret,

I think it's scary.

What's scary
is your persistence.

Sorry!

(engine starts)

So the only reason you sent him
back was what you said...

(tires screech)
Ow!

(rattling)
Ooh!

Can I talk bullets?

No, you can't, but you can
listen to me talk bullets.

Now, the first
bullet, bullet "A"--

yes, that's it--

it penetrated the body here,
just below the rib cage.

All soft tissue,
no bone.

But once it punched
through the skin,

it stopped--
no kinetic energy.

Unlike bullet "B"--

yeah, that's the
little devil--

which according
to this,

punched right through
the sternum,

gouged its way
through the heart muscle,

took a chip out
of the eighth

thoracic vertebrae

and finally sputtered
to a stop

in Lieutenant Shaheen's
right latissimus dorsi.

In other words,

it did exactly what
it was designed to do

in all its brutal
efficiency.

Which begs the question, Abby...

How were they fired
from the same weapon?

Yeah-- one high velocity,
one low velocity.

I was thinking,
could it be a ricochet?

No, there were no layer
deposits on the slug,

so it didn't
hit anything.
Ah.

And their weight and lead
composition's the same,

but it's almost as if...

...it was fired
from another weapon.

And if it was a revolver,

that would explain finding
only one casing.

Two weapons means two shooters,
Duck.

I don't think Gibbs is going

to appreciate me doubling
his workload.

BARRETT:
Morning.

So, you going
to call 'em or will I?

The FBI.

I'm beginning to think Daryl
Hardy was right, after all.

Still NCIS jurisdiction.

Mm-hmm, till he sets off
a bomb in the local mall.

That'd be a good time
for it to be

under someone else's
jurisdiction, wouldn't you say?

(car approaches)

That's him. That's Tariq!

Stop right there!

Cease fire!

Hey! Cease fire!

Put it down!

(grunting)

MCGEE: Hey... it's
a circus out there.

Every deputy in the county
is either in the E.R.,

the building
or the parking lot.

Everyone loves a shooting.

Except the shootee.

Is that a word?

Sounds like a word.
Do you want to spell?

S-H-O-O-T-E-E.

No, no, no, no, no.
Uh, "spell: as in "rest."

Oh, no. Thank you.

Hey.

They're going to hold
him here for a couple
of hours, then we're

moving him back to D.C.

Check his clothes and the pickup
for explosive residue.

I can get Ruby to help.

Or not.

Did you shoot me?

No.

Did she?
No.

Sheriff Barrett?

Possibly.

His brother?

Probably.

Why'd you run?

In Baghdad, when you see men
with guns, you go the other way.

It's what you do.

You all seemed
very eager to shoot me.

You were armed.

You couldn't see it.
And it was unloaded.

Where have you been for the past

four days?
Deer hunting.

Rana Shaheen was shot
dead over the weekend.

Right after she came
to see you in your house.

Of course.

That means I must be a murderer.

At least in this town.

I'm curious.

What else are
they accusing me of?

We found traces
of explosives in your garage.

So now I am the monster
that scares them at night--

Al-Qaeda come to kill them.

Do you believe this?

I don't know what to believe,

Wasim Al Fulani.

(phone ringing)

Lab.

Give me some good news, Abby.

I'm not pregnant.

Too much information.

I'm just kidding.
Not that there's anything wrong

with being pregnant;
I love kids.

Doesn't mean that I'm trying,
you know.

And even if I were trying,
it doesn't mean

I know anybody that I would want
to try with.

Am I being trying, Gibbs?

Affirmative.

My guess is
that you want to know

about the two guys
in the photos.

That's a good guess, Abby.

Well, don't hold your breath.

There are three-quarter
profiles, no full face.

Not really good for a match.
I think we're out of luck.

Evidence turning up anything?

Um, I'm beginning to think
that she was shot

with two different weapons.

They're both nine mils,
but I can't match the slugs

and Ducky said they hit the body
at two different velocities.

Like, really different.

Like, the difference between
a howitzer and a BB gun.

Maybe not that different,

but Ducky's really puzzled
about it, too.

You telling me there were
two different shooters?

Maybe.

Or maybe not.

I haven't figured it out yet.

When you do, Abs...

You will be the first to know.

Actually, technically,
you'll be the second to know

because I'm doing the testing,

but you will
be the second to know.

(click, then dial tone)

Gibbs?

OFFICER:
We don't normally open
these files to just anyone.

I guess NCIS isn't
"just anyone."

Lieutenant Shaheen had

a certain amount of autonomy,
Agent DiNozzo.

Sounds like a Marine
covering his butt.

Marine officers don't cover
their butts.

I've uploaded the files on
the work we did in Iraq.

Code name was
"Operation Cauldron."

Classification?

Top secret, strictly
a need-to-know basis.

Lieutenant Shaheen was
one of the best I had.

You find who did this.

Working on it.

Do you have any more
indicator spray?

I hope this doesn't count
as helping you.

I'd hate to get you in trouble.

Thanks.

I bet he didn't even read
my evidence report.

Did you read my evidence report?

Sorry. Not yet.

Not ever.

I promise I will read
your evidence report.

What, and grade me?

Look, I'm sorry that
you're not allowed to help me.

It's just...

He doesn't trust me.

Well, see, he would
if-if he got to know you.

It's just, um, he's hard
to get to know.

Make sure you do inside
his trouser pockets.

People put their hands in their
pockets to get their keys

and the explosive residue
rubs off.

Gonna read your
evidence report.

I promise.

(phone rings)

Yeah. Gibbs.

Hey, boss,

Lieutenant Shaheen worked
on Operation Cauldron

in Iraq.

In return for high-quality intel

about terrorist bombers,

Uncle Sam relocated informants
to the U.S.

Kind of a witness relocation
deal for born-again bad guys.

Anyway, Wasim Al Fulani
was one of them;

relocated here six months ago;
new name, passport,

whole nine yards.

Lieutenant Shaheen
was his case officer.

Yeah, and there's
something else.

Two other guys relocated
at the same time,

but their computer files
have been deleted.

Hard copies?

Both unaccounted for.

Last person to sign him out
was Lieutenant Shaheen

and you'll never guess when.

The day she went to Edenvale.

You guessed.

You're a Jew.

Yes.

Israeli?

Mossad, then.

I'm working with NCIS.

So, yes.

So, now,

I am as suspicious of you
as you are of me.

(wry laugh)

Is it always going
to be this way?

At least in our lifetime.

Ooh, cozy.

ZIVA:
Can I help you?

You know, couple of more
inches to your right

and our martyr here
could've been living it up

with all those
vestal virgins.

You know, it truly
is a screwed-up religion

where you got
to blow yourself up

just to get lucky.

Ow! Ah!

When you insult his religion,
you insult mine and your own.

Tell him you're sorry.

Sorry.

(pained grunt)

I don't think
he heard you.

I'm sorry.

Apology accepted.

Mm.

(groaning)

There a problem?

ZIVA:
I was telling
the deputy here

where the bathroom was.

I know about Operation Cauldron.

Good. Then you know that I'm not
in your country illegally.

Lieutenant Shaheen was
your case officer.

Yes. She was the only American
I ever met whom I trusted.

ZIVA:
So you kept
in touch with her?

TARIQ:
No, it was forbidden.

I gave them information,
they gave me a new life.

She came to visit you

I did not invite her.

Why did she come?

An unmarried woman
visiting a Muslim man's home?

It was not for that.

So you were disappointed,

and that's why you followed her
back to the motel.

No.
Maybe she saw
something

in your garage
you didn't want her to see.

A bomb perhaps, Agent Gibbs?

Explosives.
Somebody put 'em there.

Not me.

Why don't you go talk
to Mr. Hardy, my good neighbor?

Maybe he put them there
or saw who did.

My wife and daughter were killed
buying fruit

in a Baghdad market,

Agent Gibbs.

I've seen enough bombs.

That's why I did what I did.

That's why I left.

Boss, you got a minute?

Found something.

It doesn't look like
explosive residue, McGee.

It's Ruby's.

She uses a red florescent powder
to dust for prints.

So?

So we don't.

The only way
this could've gotten

on the back of
the cell phone,

is if it was planted
after she dusted for prints.

Someone set him up, boss.

BARRETT: I don't like what
you're getting at, Agent Gibbs.

Do you have
a better explanation?

People like living here.

They go to church
on Sundays

and they obey
the law, mostly.

And they believe every person,
even a stranger,

is guilty
until proven innocent.

You mean innocent
until proven guilty.

Yeah, well, that's the way
it used to be before...

Masoud arrived?

Before everyone got
so damn scared.

Well, then you know why
I asked the question.

Have a seat.

Look, half the town
would have planted
those explosives

just to get rid
of Masoud.

Half the town didn't have a key
to his house.

The house was leased.
The owner?

Martha Hollingway, 84 years old.

Unlikely.

Who else had access to it?

Oh, my Lord.

You think I killed her?

Did you?

I was radio officer

the night she was murdered.

I didn't leave the conference
room the whole night.

Tell him, Tom.

It's true.

You big-time
Washington, D.C. guys,

you blow in here so smart.

Think you got
all the answers.

You don't know squat
about this town.

Educate us.

Everyone knows he did it.

Nobody's trusted this guy
since the moment he got here.

She was at his house.

Maybe they're getting it on.

They had a fight. Who knows?

Or maybe... maybe she figured
out what he's really up to.

Making bombs?

Doesn't surprise me.

Our country is at war.

Alert-level orange, in case
you happened to not notice.

We are told to keep an eye
on people

who are behaving
suspiciously.

I was doing my job.

I told you we needed to keep
a better eye on that Iraqi.

You never
listened to me.

Is that why you
planted explosives?

I didn't plant any explosives.

GIBBS:
McGee?

Deputy, please take off
your trousers.

(scoffs)

You know what?
Screw you, McGee.

Tyler.

If you prefer,

I can get Officer David
to take 'em off for you.

Guess that's not
your favorite color.

I was just getting him
before he got us.

It's too bad you weren't getting
Lieutenant Shaheen's killer.

TYLER:
Tom, this is outrageous.

I've just been humiliated
right here

in front of everybody...

BARRETT: I understand.
It's not about that.

Doctors released Masoud.

He's in the car.

Hey! McGee.

Yeah, ready to roll, boss.

Hey.

Hi.

Uh, you're leaving?

Yeah, back to D.C.

Thank you for your help.

Yeah, some help I was.

No, no, no-- you were.
Honest.

We, uh,

found some bomb residue
on the deputy's pants.

Same pocket
where he keeps his keys.

Um...

I, uh, have your report.

I will read it;
I promise.

Bye, McGee.

Bye.

Well, no one could ride Blackie.

He was a warm-blood,
stood 18 hands at the withers.

I don't know what I measure
at the withers.

We can measure me tonight.

What time do you get off?

TONY:
Uh... I gotta go.

I'll see you then.

You have a tape measure
at your place?

Good.

Hey.
Hey.

Taking calls again?

Never stopped, boss.

Why? Did I miss your call?

No, not mine.

What'd you find out
about Masoud?

This guy was good, boss.

Gave the Marines
some hard intel.

IED factories, weapons caches,

and the names
of more than 50 bad boys.

He deserves a medal.

Got a U.S. passport instead.

What about the other two
who relocated with him?

Yeah, low level stuff mostly.

Nothing to get excited about.

Couple of names,
a weapons cache.

But good old Uncle Sam gave 'em
both passports anyway.

He's ready, Gibbs.

DiNozzo,
run these plates.

Sure thing, boss.

Why didn't you answer
my calls?

Gibbs just asked me that;
I think I had it on silent.

Your other phone
is never on silent.

Hmm?

Don't tell me,
probie, let me guess.

Research for the next book?

No, it's Ruby's evidence report.

Ah, another work
of fiction, then.

If it is,
she's a better writer than I am.

Probie,

I have a pimple
on my left buttock

that is a better
writer than you are.

Ruby, it's McGee.

You need to get to Washington.

RUBY (on phone):
I do? When?

Now.

Why did Lieutenant Shaheen
come to you?

She was investigating
someone.

Who?

Two Iraqi men who
relocated with me.

I didn't meet them
un... until I left Baghdad.

They were on the same flight.

When did you last see them?

Lieutenant Shaheen asked me
precisely the same question.

Edenvale, two weeks ago.

GIBBS:
This them?

Yes.

They were nervous.

They wanted to know what
information I passed on

to the Marines in Baghdad.

You told them?

No, I lied.

I told them I gave
them bad information.

They believed me.

They said they had passed on
bad information, too.

Why did you lie?

Because I trust no
one, Agent Gibbs.

Why was Lieutenant Shaheen
investigating them?

She wouldn't tell me.

Names.

I don't know.

Did these men kill Lieutenant
Shaheen, Agent Gibbs?

Yeah, I got it,
thanks.

Hey, Major Raines gave us
their names, boss.

Asad Al Qutaji
and Youssef Zidan.

They're sharing
a house in Washington.

No record of employment
since they arrived.

Abby thinks there
could have been two shooters.

Get Major Raines in here.

(phone rings)
Already on his way.

McGee.

ABBY:
Get down here.

I think Ruby...
(continues indistinctly)

Thanks.

Boss.

Think there's something
you need to see.

It was in the report,
only no one read it.

What report?

Ruby's report.

She just got here.
Hey, Ruby.

Hi, Agent Gibbs.

Uh, bear with us
here for a second.

You're gonna love this, Gibbs.

McGEE:
Ready?
RUBY:
Okay.

So the shell casing I collected
from the crime scene

had quite a lot
of undischarged powder in it.

It was all kind of clogged
inside, so I did a test.

This is the same amount
of powder found

in a normal
nine millimeter shell.

And this is similar

to the powder I found
in our shell casing.

A bit like my last boyfriend.

The powder was degraded

by some type of oil.

The first round didn't even
leave the barrel,

so he fired again.

The second round hit the first,

and they both left the barrel
in tandem.

Which is why

the first round
was at low velocity

and the second round
was all mashed up

and unrecognizable.

I'm surprised the
barrel didn't rupture.

Maybe it did.

Not two weapons,
boss, just one.

One weapon, one shooter.

That's good work.

Tell DiNozzo I need
another search warrant.

Agent Gibbs.

Ah.
Thanks for coming, Major.

Have a seat.

Came down to give you
what I could.

Their files are missing.

Oh, I know where they are.

You do?

Lieutenant Shaheen's briefcase.

You found it.
Not yet.

Bad luck.

Not for you.

I'm sorry?

Operation Cauldron

relocated three Iraqi men from
Baghdad to the United States

after they supplied intelligence

on the insurgency
in Baghdad.

That's right.

Masoud Tariq gave you
first-class intelligence.

In comparison, the other ones
gave you far less, Major Raines,

but they still came to America.

Lieutenant Shaheen...

GIBBS:
Wasn't investigating them.

She was investigating you.

How much did they pay you
for their new life in America?

I don't know what you're
talking about, Agent Gibbs.

For an intelligence officer,
you're not very intelligent.

What's your license
plate number?

I drive a Pentagon car.

Kilo-echo-four-
seven-one-three-nine.

TONY: You signed
out last Friday.it

Masoud had
suspicious neighbors

looking for terrorists,
found you.

You followed Lieutenant Shaheen,

parked the car down the street,
and waited while she met Masoud.

Not very smart.

Neither was killing her.

All right, so I followed her.

Because it was me
investigating her.

She's the one who got paid off.

I didn't say anything

because I didn't want her name
ruined after she was dead.

Take off your gloves.

What?!
ZIVA:
Gloves! Off!

I had a minor accident
over the weekend.

The barrel on your weapon
exploded.

Guess you tossed it
in the river.

You should have tossed
your ammo, too.

McGee.

Found them in Major Raines'
garage, boss.

Served the warrant to his wife.

I hate it when
that happens.

What's that,
sump oil?

Well, I'm sure we'll be able
to tell you exactly

after we match it to the casing
found at the murder scene.

How much?

Hey!

How much?

Half a million.

Lieutenant Shaheen
always suspected.

ZIVA:
It could've
been anyone--

criminals, insurgents, Al-Qaeda.

You think
I didn't check them out?

Just a couple of rich kids
who wanted

to get the hell out of there
and come party in America.

Just rich kids, that's all.

Pity Lieutenant Shaheen
had to pay the price.

Uh, Gibbs,
about this morning...

Aw, come on, are you
starting this again?
It's my Mossad training.

They drummed it into us.
Push, push, push, push, push,

push, push, never give up
until you get to the truth.

Or get your ass kicked.

Or get your ass kicked.

Right.

I thought you sent Tony back
because of his, um,

illness.

His illness?

He has two cell phones, makes
furtive calls to a hospital,

goes missing for hours, always
lies about where he's been.

I mean, he doesn't even talk
about women anymore.

The only logical
explanation

is that he's receiving
outpatient treatment

for a serious medical problem.

That's not the only explanation.

You know,

for a couple of rich kids,

Asad and Youssef aren't
exactly living it up.

(car door shuts)

Do you think they'll
be deported?

Yeah, probably.

Youssef! Youssef!

(speaking Arabic)

(Ziva speaking Arabic)

Turn around.

(shouts in Arabic)

(groaning)

(handcuffs rattling)

Gibbs.

(laughing):
How could I possibly
believe all that?

It's all true.

The roses?

True.

Mm... the runaway horse?

I still have the scars.

Where?

Okay.

(giggles)

Right there.

Oh.

Yes.

Shall I kiss it
and make it better?

You do whatever you
think is best, doctor.

I'm not going to
stop you from...

This is illegal in some
Southern states, you know.

(pager beeping)
Oh... pager.

Oh.

Well, just tell them
you're performing

a delicate
emergency procedure

and you'll call
them back later.

I couldn't do that to them.

I could.

(handset clatters)

(chuckles)

You... did not
just do that.

You like it,
don't you?

Greedy.

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