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DUCKY:
Every body has a
story to tell.

(whirring)

Now although this gentleman
died a natural death,

he gave his cadaver

to further your
education, so pay

careful attention

to what he has
to tell us.

Now, the brain.

Now, inside,

you will see the delicate
structures and pathways

that determine
memories, emotions,

basic motor functions.

In sum,

who we are.

Mr. Palmer, would you

cradle the brain while I sever

this...?

Lieutenant Greer,
the four

lobes of the cerebrum?

Um, it's the frontal,
the parietal,

occipital and temporal.

(grunts)

The adult

human brain weighs
approximately

three pounds.

Feels like a soggy grapefruit.

Yes. Well,

uh, pass it around.

Now, don't let
its small size fool you.

The cerebral cortex contains
one billion neurons and one

million, billion connections,
or synapses.

If-If you were to count
one synapse per second,

you wouldn't finish counting
for 32 million years.

Doctor, is this natural?

Certainly not.

What the hell is that?

DUCKY:
This, my dear lieutenant...

...is murder.

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(laughing)

ZIVA:
Not bad.

All right, look
at this one.

You're going
to love this guy.

Yeah, he would not
be safe with me.

I would eat him.

He's so adorable.
How can you say no

to that face?
(laughs)

Please tell me
you're looking for
a man for Ziva.

Not me.
Oh.

McGoo, is there something
you want to tell me?

Looking at animal
rescue sites.

McGee's thinking about
getting a puppy.

Puppy's a lot of work--
you got to feed it,
walk it, train it.

Yeah. I'm not 12, all right?

I work hard.
I deserve

someone who
will jump up

all excited when I
get home, you know?

Lay on the couch,
watch TV.

Maybe lick my face
a little bit.

(laughs)

Might be easier
getting a girlfriend.
Oh!

Which might be even easier
with a puppy.

Even for you.

I'm not ready to
start taking tips

from you on this
yet, probie.

Tony, I think it's time
you get back on that horse.

Hmm.

Are you getting
a pony?
It's an adage.

I am not familiar
with that breed.

Yeah, well, they
are quite rare.

Sort of a cross
between a Pegasus
and a unicorn.

So, who's the favorite?

The pit bull.

Oh. Yeah, that makes
sense for you, actually.

Not really
for McGee.

(laughs)

He's more of
a spaniel

kind of guy.

Cocker, maybe?

How about an Australian
Shepherd?

Oh.

They're working dogs.

(phone ringing)

Pick it up,
DiNozzo.
On it, boss.

A.F.I.P. Smooth things over.

Please hold.

What did we do

to incur the wrath
of the Armed Forces
Institute of Pathology?

Ducky kept one
of their cadavers.

Ducky stole a cadaver?

I'm sure he had a good reason.

I hope so.

Sit.

Stay.

Roll over.

It's absolutely
ridiculous, Jethro.

This man's body should
never have been donated

to science.

Too late for a refund.

He was murdered,
Jethro, with
an injection

of mercury into his brain.

A liquid bullet.

Mr. Palmer is
presently endeavoring

to reach the M.E. who made
such a grievous oversight.

Still no answer, Doctor.

Then redial, Mr. Palmer.

Yes.

Unidentified

African-American male,
approximately

50 years old,
blood-alcohol

level zero point one-two.

Official cause of death--
asphyxiation

from the
deceased's
own vomit.

However, here's
the kicker.

They elected not
to perform an autopsy.

JIMMY:
But it would be
pretty hard to find

a pinprick hole
in the base of a skull.

And heavy metals wouldn't show

on a tox screen
unless you're looking
for them specifically.

Mr. Palmer, do not defend
the inefficiency of others.

GIBBS:
I'm not sure

you can just
take control of a body, Duck.

Well, someone has to.

I mean, based

on preliminary findings,
County Police

determined that he was
a nameless drifter.

A John Doe.

Had too much to drink
and died in his sleep.

Some people live
their whole lives off the grid.

No, not our man.

I'd wager that he spent
several years in prison.

Yeah, it's elementary,
my dear Jethro.

The proliferation of
scar tissue on his body.

Cigarette-sized
burns.

Our John Doe
led a violent life.

Yes, well, this long scar

on his left
leg is surgical.

However,
it healed poorly.

Suggests prison-caliber
medical treatment.

Especially postoperative.

And the tattooing.

Pen ink. Jailhouse style.

DUCKY:
Yes. Perhaps
we can get Abby

to shed some light
on this pattern.

It's her area
of expertise.

A John Doe.

I mean,
it's ridiculous.

It can't be that
difficult to locate
a prison record.

Somebody must actually care
that this man is dead.

Well?

Did you locate
the M.E.?

No. I gave up.

Oh. Therein lies the problem.

People are just
not willing

to do the legwork.

He had a murder victim
right in front of him,

classroom full of
military students.

I think he might be
a bit embarrassed.

Excellent detective work.

DUCKY:
I hope your opinion of me

doesn't waver after
I've given this fellow

a piece of my mind.

Never.

I warn you,
this might get ugly.

I'm looking for
Dr. Jordan Hampton.

Huh. You found her.

Uh, is there something wrong
with your telephone?

Wouldn't know.

I don't answer it.

Too many bodies,
and not enough time.

Special Agent Gibbs,

uh, Dr. Donald
Mallard. NCIS.

Pleasure. I assume you're not
here to check on my phone.

DUCKY:
Perhaps you'd have

a moment to discuss a John
Doe that crossed your table

nine days ago.

Remember the body?

Yeah, I remember
every body.

50-something
black male

found DOA on Highland Pier.

Aspirated on his own vomit.

I assume you kept him
the requisite 72 hours.

No one made any inquiries.

Day two of his stay,

I caught a priority
triple homicide.

Day four,
Anatomy Board picked him up.

You needed the space.

Not a whole lot of elbow room.

Where he went after that,
I can't say.

A.F.I.P., and then,
our autopsy suite.

Hmm.

GIBBS:
We're investigating his
death as a homicide.

(sighs)

Damn it.

I missed something.

DUCKY:
An injection

of mercury into his brain
between the first vertebra

and the
occipital bone.

(sighs)

Police tried

and failed to I.D. him.

AFIS database

and dental record searches--
they came up empty.

GIBBS:
DNA?

Now, I'm not sure
how it goes at N.C.I.S.,

but around here,
that takes about six months.

Never canvassed the scene.

(laughs):
Sadly, most cops
I know--

they prefer to hear,
"case closed"

than look for a reason
to open one.

It's not the first time

someone's slipped
through the cracks.

Well, I'm glad you caught him,
Dr. Mallard.

As am I.

Yeah, I hope she recovers
from that tongue-lashing.

What did you find
under the pier?

Uh, 85 cents,
two batteries

and a bottle cap.

No mercury, no needle.

GIBBS:
Keep looking.

Got to find someone
who knew him.

Highland Beach
in October.

Not much of a
tourist draw.

Soft-shell crab
season's almost over.

People really like
boats that much?

You work for the Navy, DiNozzo.

Maybe we should start
with this waitress.

Eating or asking questions?

If you were hoping

for subtle, you could
have lost the guns.

Or at least the hats.

Uh, excuse me.

I'd just like to
show you a photo,

see if, uh, you
recognize this man.

Okay.

You trying to build suspense?

No.

Um, it's just that
the man in the photo

is dead, and,
uh, some people

find that shocking.

Oh. Thanks for being gentle.

I'm a gentle man.

Uh, never seen him.

Uh, so, the waitress,

Miss Shannon O'Hara,
remembers our guy.

Never got a name,
paid cash, big tipper.

How about your
biker gang there?

Oh, they're just
passing through.

That's it?

Yeah, they don't like cops much.

Check out the brunette
at the table.

Good eye, boss.

I'll tell you, my radar
is just totally shot.

She's smokin'.

That's not
what you meant.

You were suggesting
that she seems interested

in our presence,
maybe a little too interested,

and that I should question her.

Not a problem.

Mm.

That's a problem.

Oh, excuse me.
No, excuse me.

McGEE:
Mind if we ask

where you're going
in such a hurry?

What business is it of NCIS?

TONY:
We're looking
for anyone

who might have
known this man.

He's dead.

You know him?

His name's Marvin Hinton.

He was with me.

And you are?

Careful.

I was just reaching
for my I.D.

Special Agent Courtney Krieger.

Hinton was working for the FBI.

Hey, Gibbs, need a refill?
I'm going.

Well, yeah, Betro.
Thanks, make it a double.

You got it.

McGEE:
Still can't find any
record of Marvin Hinton.

And you won't.
Marvin Hinton doesn't

exist anymore.

"Anymore"?
His cellmates

swear Marvin Hinton
served six years

at Cumberland, although
any record of it vanished

when he was released last month.

We had to reassemble his history
by hand; it's not complete.

He once went by the name
Frederick LeClair.

(keyboard clacking)

McGEE:
Hinton aka LeClair.

Bootlegging, false I.D.s,
resisting arrest, theft.

The guy's a career felon.

Interstate trafficking,
primarily.

How did he show up
on your radar?

Was a routine tip.

Picked him up offloading
stolen cargo containers.

At which point, you discover

a nameless man whose entire
history's been erased.

No fingerprints,
no criminal record.

Not even a high school
transcript.

That's impossible,
you'd need first-person access

to a federal mainframe,

credit ratings, countless
private companies.

That'd be like taking spit
out of the ocean.

How did he do it?

Claimed he didn't.

Said he was contacted by
someone offering the service.

"The Eraser."

What movie is that from?

I don't know, Flashdance?

Why was Hinton
not back in prison?

He was a small fish,
but the eraser...

he's our real target.

We hoped he would
contact Hinton,

get paid off and finish the job.

Provide Hinton
with a new identity.

Exactly.

I was left to baby-sit.

It was my first
field assignment.

Never expected him to be killed.

That is what happens to bait.

Hey, it's not your fault.

McGEE:
So why didn't Hinton skip town

when he had the opportunity?

He was having too good a time on
the government expense account.

But we did have him
under 24-hour monitoring,

three-team shifts.

What changed?

The eraser didn't make contact.

They pulled my surveillance
team to chase other leads.

You notify your boss.

We need to know
everything you know.

The Bureau set
Hinton up here?

To maintain the
appearance he was flush.

Anyone else have their own key?

No, we met here
weekly so no one
would see us together.

He agreed to play along
in exchange for leniency.

But he knew it
could be dangerous.

Wow, forget the puppy, McGee.

A place like this is what you
need to score with the chicks.

Here.

(shutter clicks)

Boss, this could be
the murder weapon: mercury.

Positive for blood.

Ooh, fluids.

Lots of them.

No surprise there.

Six years in prison.

KRIEGER:
The eraser made the initial

contact at the
Crab Shack.

Not face to face.

No, slipped him a note.

So, you sent Hinton back,
hoping for another one.

Well, Hinton was supposed
to keep a record

of anyone he came
in contact with.

I was running
background checks,

chasing down his leads.

I was waiting for anything new.

You got your wish.

Your first crime scene.

He was killed
in that room.

This is why I love you guys.

You bring me hair,

you bring me blood,
you bring me fluids.

And mercury.

Predictable,
yet constantly surprising.

We try.

Of course, mercury is toxic,
so you shouldn't

let kids break open
thermometers and play with it.

Speaking from personal
experience, Abs?

Actually
explains a lot.

You want it, but it kills you.

It's like a metaphor.

It's a cigarette.

Or chocolate for dogs.

By the way,

I like the dachshund for you.

You could name him Mercury.

This mercury, Abby.

Industrial grade, commonly used

in heavy machinery,
although it's fallen

out of favor because
of the fear factor.

A lot of it's being dropped

on developing nations
like India.

Where exporting/dumping
has become

a major revenue stream.

Anyways, um,

this is what killed
our painted man.

Speaking of which...

I've seen a lot

of great skin art done with
a ballpoint pen and a needle.

Like this and this.

Very nice.

But this guy's tattoo,
it's a mess.

The symbols are gibberish,
the pattern's haphazard.

It's a puzzle.

It puzzles me, Gibbs.

I'm determined to solve it.

Hair samples.
Not nearly as interesting.

Six different women.

Hinton had a lot of girlfriends.
One's a bleach blonde.

One's auburn from a bottle--
if you want to know

anything else, you have
to find me something
to match it against.

MAN:
Delivery for Tony.

I got it, I got it.

Thank you.

Hey, how are you?

Good, thanks.

Whoa.

Here you go.

Thank you.
Have a good night.

I... Keep the change.

Portobello mushroom, no tomato.

Philly cheese steak,
extra steak, extra cheese.

These are all Hinton's contacts.

Ha, can't help but notice
they're all women.

(growls)

What made him think
the eraser was a woman?

I don't know that he did.

Well...

'cause you know, you said
he was enjoying himself.

Y-you...

You have mushroom in your teeth.

Where's your bathroom?

Ah, I will show you

where it is.

Hey, so I've been
thinking about the murder.

Why kill him that way?

I mean, an injection
into the brain--

definitely not
the most common method.

To find out "why,"
you must ask "who."

Someone tidy.

Someone who
doesn't like messes.

You have a theory?

Someone who needs to be

in constant control
of the situation.

Someone who does not like

to lose control
of their emotions.

Ziva, what are you doing?

Uh, I'm not an expert here,
but I'm pretty sure

what you're doing now
is a violation

of the code.

It is not against the law.

The woman's code.

McGee, I bet you if we take

a strand of her hair,
it will match the sample

from Hinton's condo.

Well, of course it would.

She's already said
she been there every week.

This woman is uptight.

Not even a single strand.

We will have
to go to the source.

Ziva, no hair pulling.
She's the only one

that was in contact with Hinton.

It would have been easy for her

to just sweep him under the rug.

Motive?

She's ambitious.

He became too much
of a complication.

When someone's that uptight,

it's only a matter of time
before they...

snap.
Okay.

You don't like her.

Do you?

I understand
what she's going through.

I remember what it was like
to be green,

afraid you're
going to mess up.

Which she did.

So what, you want to rub it in?

Come on, Ziva, I think
she deserves a little sympathy.

Tony seems to like her.

I do not think Gibbs does.

(knocking)

Who do you
work for, Tobias?

Homeland Security or the FBI?

The world's
on my shoulders, Gibbs.

World made of paper.

Just throw that anywhere.

Kind of defeats the
purpose of e-mail

when you have to
print it all out

for the file anyway.
Yeah.

That's why I don't use it.
Really?

Not because you can't
figure out how to work it?

I spend most of my time now
coordinating

the flow of information.

What can I give you?

Your opinion on Special Agent

Courtney Krieger.

Promising.

Does everything by the book,

but the book doesn't show
very much imagination.

Definitely a child
of the electronic age.

Currently running
a low-level asset
in Highland Beach.

Asset named Hinton.

Okay, what am I missing?

Fact he was murdered.

Marvin Hinton is dead?

I told her to notify you.

You've got to be kidding me.

She sent an e-mail.

It went in my spam folder.

This is serious, Gibbs.

Alive, Hinton was just
an ex-con who made

a deal with the devil.

Dead means the devil
came to collect.

Devil have a name?

That's just about all he's got.

You ever heard
of Kamal Konkani?

Built his reputation
in the early '90s
manufacturing

false I.D.s for IRA bombers.

Moved around
Europe one step

ahead of the authorities
for the next ten years.

Where he went,
death followed.

Been invisible
since the millennium.

He made a fortune
working for terrorists.

Hinton wasn't a terrorist.

The game has changed
in a decade.

Documents are more
sophisticated,

electronic tracking,
facial recognition.

We think Kamal was using
Hinton as a test.

A test? For what?

Homeland picked up chatter

from a training facility
in Libya.

A terrorist cell

with assurances of clean entry
onto U.S. soil.

Assurances
from Kamal Konkani.

And with Hinton dead...
The only eyes

on Kamal have been closed
for a week.

You're telling me that there
are terrorists on the way here

and they could be anyone?

How did this start?

With a dead man
named Marvin Hinton

aka Frederick LeClair.

An ex-con looking
for a new identity.

A wish your eraser was more
than happy to accommodate.

My boss looks mad.

He's going to chew you up.

Out. Chew you out.

Maybe not, maybe he's one
of those silent killer types.

SHEPARD:
What do you know
about this eraser?

McGee.

Believed to be
a Pakistani national

raised in India and England.

Made his name working
with terrorists.

Clean I.D.s, easy transit.

FORNELL: Facilitated
Basque terror attacks

in Spain,
IRA bombings in England.

The GIA bombing
in France in 1995.

SHEPARD: Killed eight,
wounded hundreds,

led by Khaled Kelkal.

French authorities identified
the man who made it possible

as Kamal Konkani.

TONY:
That's a lot of "K's."

"K's" are funny.

Agent Krieger.

You ever see The Sunshine Boys?
Shh!

But they weren't able

to put a face to the name

before he disappeared
off the radar.

SHEPARD:
Apparently, he's
relocated to Maryland.

Upgraded his system
for taking people off the grid.

FORNELL:
We were tipped off
to Hinton.

So it's possible

that Kamal dropped the dime
himself

to test his work.

His work seems impeccable.

Now he's covering his tracks.

And shopping the service
to terrorists overseas.

I'll monitor the situation
in the training camps,

watch closely for any movement.

I suggest

you pick up Kamal's trail
on this end.

No trace. No face.

This ought to be easy.

Special Agent
Krieger. A word.

ZIVA: According
to his Interpol bio,

Kamal rarely ventures out

of his safe house
once it is established.

Style's cloak-and-dagger.

Low-tech.

No cell phone,
no electronic

messages.
Smart.

He prefers to
pass notes.

The Bureau provided several

intercepted by the French
12 years ago.

Coded.
Abby has them now.

FORNELL (shouting):
I don't give
a flying crap

what it states
in the handbook!

You don't know enough to make
a decision on your own!

That was long overdue.

What have you
got against her?

I do not like cleaning up
after other people.

It is very clear what you would
like to have against her.

Excuse me?

You want to sleep
with her.

I...

Well, so...

what if I do?

(laughs)

Same old Tony.

I thought the new Tony
wanted something more.

A real relationship.

I was pretending
to be someone else.

Yeah, you could have fooled me.

I thought you had grown.

I'm not particularly interested
in outgrowing sex.

Sure it would
be nice, Tony.

But it would be meaningless.

Empty.

It would be wrong for you.

She's a
pretty girl,

but she's just a girl.

The man you were becoming
needs a woman.

At least I thought he did.

You believe that?

An e-mail!

Perhaps we're looking at this
tattoo from the wrong angle.

I've manipulated the image
every way I can.

I've inverted it.
I've shrunk it.

I've stretched it.

I can't figure it out.

Oh, gonna have to mute ya, Duck.

No, wait.
Nothing personal.

It-it's very peculiar...

You got something
on the tattoo?

It's a work in progress, but...

I did find out something
about the notes

that the FBI got from Kamal.

FBI code-breakers couldn't make

anything
of the language.

No, neither could I.

But the paper that
the notes are written on,

it has a curve,

so it came off of
some sort of spool.

Cash register
receipt.

And Major Mass Spec
had a field day

with these smudges--
decided that it's

makki ki roti
and sarson ka saag.

Maize-flour bread
and mustard-leaf sauce.
Mmm.

Goes nice
with a glass of lassi.

Indian food.

Punjab, to be
specific.

Kamal likes his
home cooking.

Might add to
his profile.

It's good work--

Gonna have to mute
you, Gibbs.

Don't say 'good work.'

Not till I figure out
the riddle of the tattoo.

Ziva, can I ask
you a question?

Isn't it hard being
the only woman on the team?

No.
God,

I wish I had your confidence.

Well, it comes from experience.

Well, the way I'm going,
that's something I'll never get.

Look, Courtney,

they obviously saw

something valuable in you,

otherwise you would not
have made it this far.

Thank you.
But...

stop trying to be perfect.

You will mess up.

And occasionally
you will take a beating.

And then what?

Then, you know
the expression

'you get back
on the horse'?

I competed

in equestrian.

Show jumping mostly.

Oh.

My uncle bred Arabians.

(under breath):
Oh.

Do we hug now?

McGEE: Assuming he still
likes home cooking,

there are 15
Indian restaurants

within a ten-mile radius
of Highland Beach.

Kamal doesn't travel.

Confine the search

to walking distance.

There's only one
in the vicinity--

Punjab Tandoori.

Man's gotta eat.

We know he's been
in the area.

If he's using
the same M.O.,

passing notes;

who's he handing
'em to?
Any chance

he's got people from
the old country working

on this side?
Makes that restaurant

the perfect place to
hang out if he does.

Slim chance he could
be at the restaurant

himself.
Let's keep this
one low-key

when we go to scope it out.

Have to go
in undercover.

Hi. Table for two,

please.
Right this way.

Looks like a
nice place,

doesn't it,
honey?
Mm-hmm.

Sure does, sweet cheeks.

Hold it steady,
I'm gonna zoom in.

On the waiter, DiNozzo.

Our specials this
evening are the..

masala chops

and the
lobia curry.

The lobia is my personal

favorite.
And freeze.

Here are the menus

and I'll be right back
to take your order.

Facial I.D. should only
take a second here.

Unless he has been erased.

Ashwin Ramji.

Married father
of three.

Resident since 1987,

legal citizen since 1999.

Seems clean.

Courtney, can you get an angle
on the kitchen staff.

She looks tense.

Think maybe it should
be you in there?

I think she'll do fine.

Act natural.

Just a normal date.

(sighs)

Can I tell you a secret?

It's been a while.

TONY:
Yeah.

Me, too.

Well, work
comes first.

Just pretend you like me.

That's not too hard to do.

TONY:
You have really soft hands.

How is it going, Tony?

Whoa.

I'm so sorry.

No, I... ah.

It's okay.

Good thing we didn't put the mic
in his pants.

(giggling)

I'm just gonna go
clean this up.

(sighs)

Not quite how
I remember dating.

McGEE:
Feels about par for the course.

Sorry. Sorry, man.

Excuse me.

Didn't get a good look
at the delivery boy.

Well, looks like
they keep him busy.

Maybe Kamal gets take-out.

Cross-checking
the addresses.

Can I help you, sir?

(chuckles)

Yeah.

Can we get our
food to go?

Because my girlfriend
and...

WAITER:
Ah.

(chuckles)

I understand.

Very naughty.

Stop. Third
on the list.

It's a rented apartment.

Look at the name

on the lease, McGee.

(phone rings)

Yeah.

I see him.

Regular dinner delivery

to a Frederick LeClaire.

That's a name
our dead guy's used before.

Dead guys don't eat.

Yeah. So who's
using it now?

We can't be this lucky.

Let him make the drop
first, Ziva.

Yes, Gibbs. Standing by.

Okay, take him.

ZIVA: Moving in.

Hi. I was wondering
if you could help us.

I'm a bit lost.

Where are you, uh...?
(grunts)

What the he...? Ow!

(grunts):
What the hell's
going on?

Just dinner.

The door?

Allow me.

Clear.

ZIVA:
Clear.

Nobody here.

This is Kamal's place.

Yeah, or it was.

Can't have gone far.

GIBBS:
Where's the guy who lives here?

How would I know? I
just deliver the food.

How's he going to eat
if he's not home?

It's a standing dinner order.

I-I drop off his meal
every afternoon,

and he pays
two weeks in advance.

So you've seen him?
Yeah.

Once. Gave me

a-a big wad of cash
and a... and a good tip.

Can you describe him?

Okay, I guess.

Uh...

older black guy,
about my height,

maybe-maybe
a little taller.

What about this guy--
you seen him before?

Is this a trick question?

That is the guy who lives here.

Frederick LeClaire.

Marvin Hinton.

Kamal Konkani.

Our dead guy's our bad guy.

Then who killed him?

McGEE:
Robert Graves.

25 years old.

No aliases,
no priors.

No passport.
According to his W-4,

he's been working
at the restaurant six months.

If you believe
everything on paper.

How much longer are we going
to do this?

Anxious to get out?

Wasn't planning

on spending the night
in custody.

I have a term paper
due tomorrow.

Grad student
in electrical engineering.

Solid B-minus average.

You grew up
in Hagerstown.

Is it a nice neighborhood?

My parents were
working class.

I've had jobs since I was 13

and I've had to work twice
as hard as the silver spoons

to get where I am.

The delivery boy.

What did I do wrong?

Was there something
in the package?

Drugs?

McGEE:
He could still be a courier

and not know it.

He delivers information
in to-go boxes.

Returns with cash
that contains the reply.

And someone else at the
restaurant sends on instructions

to prospective clients,
tucked in a meal.

It doesn't matter how he did it.

Hinton played you.

He was the eraser all along.

Hinton was Kamal...

that explains his so-called
retirement.

He was in prison.

Spending his time improving

the technique for eliminating
a person's history.

Well. Which means...

He was testing it
on himself.

So, why...

Let himself be caught
on the trafficking charge?

And who...

Killed him?
That...

was clearly not part
of the plan.

We were working
under the assumption

the eraser
killed his client

to cover his tracks.

What if it was
the other way around?

The eraser
was killed

by one of his clients?

Terrorists?

We don't even know
if they've arrived yet.

Another client, then.

Someone...

with a past they needed
to forget.

And once the client's
past had been erased,

he kills Kamal.

To eliminate the only person
who knows his true identity.

Almost.

Not a him, a her.

One of his girlfriends...
Was actually a client.

Cute.

She was erased, so we don't know
anything about her.

Wrong.

We do know how she kills.

Where is Dr. Mallard?

With our forensic
scientist.

I don't think he's ready
to release the body, though.

He really gets into his work.

Yeah, he's turned
himself inside out

trying to unscramble the
meaning behind this tattoo.

Dr. Mallard hates to
leave anything unfinished.

Yeah.

Me, too.

(sighs)

Dr. Hampton.

W-What are you doing?

I would never cut into your body
without your permission,

but I would
appreciate

the opportunity to...

perhaps level the scales.

Of course.

You could have come into my
lab flapping and quacking

about miracles I
failed to weave.

I assure you
that's not in my character.

Um...

shall we, uh, do this together?

I could only hope
that this makes us even.

I might even
owe you one...

...Doctor.

The girls have a theory.

The murder does not
have anything to do

with terrorism.

It's one of the
eraser's other clients.

So the killer could be anyone
from anywhere?

We have been sifting through
instances involving mercury.

Did not find a similar murder,

but...

Idaho three years ago.

George Barney dies
in his sleep

after having
a few too many drinks.

ZIVA:
Choked to death
on his own vomit.

He's buried
on his family farm.

ZIVA:
Last month, the Barneys
are digging a new well.

It turns out, the groundwater
had been contaminated.

KRIEGER:
EPA was called in,

uh, traced the source
of the contamination

back to a leak
in George Barney's casket.

Mercury.

ZIVA:
His young widow

had been the high school
science teacher.

She moved on
after his untimely death.

Local cops couldn't
track her down.

She killed her husband.

KRIEGER:
Here's a picture
of the grieving wife.

Look familiar?

(door opens)

(slams folders down)

Do you need me to identify
another photo?

Recognize this person?

Her hair matches one of the
samples from Hinton's condo.

And the murder has
her signature.

O'HARA:
All right, look.
It was a tragedy

when my husband died.

The entire town thought so.

Doesn't sound like you
shared their sentiments.

They didn't know what he was
like when he was drunk,

which was all the time.

So when the opportunity
presented itself

to start a new life,
you took it.

Wouldn't you?

How did Marvin Hinton know
you were on the run?

He knew everything
about me in one look,

everything that matters.

He knew how I'd gotten
my new name.

He said he'd been contacted
the same way.

So you went home with him?

Did it occur to you
that he was the one

who set up your new identity?

That he was
toying with you?

'Cause he was the only one
who knew about your past.

Right?

I didn't kill him.

I suppose
it wouldn't be any fun

if she just
admitted it.

Yes, sir.

FORNELL:
Delivery boy
still here?

Waiting in the conference room.

Make sure
he gets home.

Special Agent Krieger.

Nice work today.

(door opens)

GIBBS:
She killed once for a new life.

Why not twice?

Did us a favor--
Kamal is dead.

It doesn't seem to bother
his international clients.

The terrorist training camp?

Marine task force
just went in.

And?

One terrorist killed.

They found an American
passport on his body.

It went through squeaky clean.

Kamal had completed the job.

What about the rest of the cell?

Too late.
Already gone.

They're on their way here.

And the only man who knows
who they are is past telling us.

That's not certain, Tony.

Our dead man may have
one thing left to say.

We cracked it, Gibbs;
me and Ducky--

we solved
the puzzle.

We were just
looking at it wrong.

Yeah, it was Jordon, uh...
Dr. Hampton who had the idea

of excising the section
of inked flesh.

That is so gross.

But what we found is so cool.

The blotchy, thick,
blue jailhouse dye--

that's just a camouflage.

Yes, the real clue
is underneath,

hidden like a painted-over
Monet canvas.

All I had to do was eliminate
the blue to clarify it.

This... is the original tattoo.

It's beautiful,
with deeper needling.

Professional work.

It's a masterpiece;
it's a Blaine Parker.

He's something of a legend,
Boston artist.

A man like Hinton trying
to shed his past...

So I talked
to Parker's assistant,

and she was able to determine

the exact dates when Hinton
got the original tattoo.

Over a period of several days,

ten years ago.

Interpol's timeline, puts Kamal
in London ten years ago.

Hinton's not Kamal.

Delivery boy lied to us.

He did more than that;
he set us up.

He wanted us to believe
it was Hinton.

You think
the kid's Kamal?

He would have had to start
when he was eight years old.

Not if he's
the new Dread Pirate Roberts.

(gasps):
I love The Princess Bride.

No one would ever surrender
to the Dread Pirate Westley.

(chuckling)

(coughs)

Uh, the Dread Pirate Roberts
picks a successor,

then trains him, starts
calling him Roberts

and then settles
into a cushy retirement.

It's the name "Kamal"
that sells the business.

You can let me off up here.

Sorry for
the inconvenience.

Just a case
of mistaken identity.

Good luck on your term paper.

Thanks.

(cell phone rings)

GIBBS:
Ziva, where are you?

Dropping off Graves, Gibbs.

Don't!

(grunting)

(panting):
Can we hug now?

(laughs)

FORNELL:
From your closet.

GIBBS:
Special delivery.

How'd you find Kamal?

You don't find Kamal.

Kamal finds you.

He tempt you
with the money

or the power?

Or just the chance
to become somebody else?

Kamal could tell you needed him.

He needed me.

He can't even work
his own computer.

Man's a dinosaur.

He knows
how to read people.

FORNELL:
Cover his tracks.

But you don't have
the discipline.

Hinton figured you out.

He would've led the FBI
right to you.

FORNELL:
So you killed him
before he got the chance.

Made us think
he was Kamal.

Then you framed another client
for his murder.

Shannon O'Hara,
aka Karen Barney.

You knew how she'd
killed in the past.

She was your
first client.

Good for you.

You've got the whole story.

The worst mistake you made...

You tried to shoot our agents.

Hey, let me hang
that up for you, Tobias.

Sit down!

What do you want?
The rest
of your client list.

Tell us where to find
the real Kamal!

Now!

I was at an embassy party once--

gated, razor wire,
surveillance system,

the whole deal--

and this guy just walks
in the front door,

wearing T-shirt that
says "Liquor Store."

Holds up a brown
paper bag,

and he goes, "Did anybody order,
um, a bottle of vodka?"

Hmm, the places
you can access when
you look the part.

TONY:
This thing starts kind of slow.

I'm sure it gets better.

The picture's up, boss.

TONY:
An NCIS production.

Brought to you
by Leroy Jethro Gibbs.

Starring, as usual, the FBI,

and the elusive Kamal Konkani.

GIBBS:
Freeze it.

TONY:
Hmm. The Dread Pirate Roberts,

I presume.

Did you get her number?

TONY:
Who, Courtney? No.

(laughs)

I did.

She wants to learn
how to fight.

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