All language subtitles for NCIS S07E03 The Inside Man

- There you are!
- It's about time.

What took so long?

You know I need my
coffee in the morning.

Well, next time,
go yourself.

I was embarrassed ordering
a non-fat, extra-foamy,

added-shot hazelnut latte.

Crew's going to be
here in ten minutes.

This thing going to be running?

We're already two days behind.

We don't need anymore delays.

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Well, I don't understand.
Was something wrong?

Um...

Okay.

Sure, Wednesday will be fine.

Can we do it earlier than later?

Great-- 9:00.

Thank you.

Strange.

Is that for our
benefit, McGee?

We supposed to ask
what's wrong?

That was Polygraph.

I have to take another test.

You took your annual last week.

They want me
to retake it.

You failed your polygraph?
That's not good.

No, I didn't fail it.

They said I have
to take it again.

Why would you have
to take it again?

Don't ask, don't tell.

You didn't make the mistake
of coming out, did you?

I don't have anything
to come out about.

Stick to that story, McQueen.

It has to be
some kind of mistake.

I'm sure it is nothing.

This could be
a career-ender.

You better figure out
what you did wrong;

how you screwed up.

Hey, boss, you ever fail
your polygraph?

Nope. Never took one.

Come on,
got a dead body.

Marine?
Nope.

Sailor?
Nope.

Blogger.

Matt Burns.

The pond scum who's been

kicking our ass
on the Internet?

What happened to him?

Don't know, but we're
going to find out.

Hey, Duck, you need me?

It looks as if you're busy.

It can wait.
I'll check with you
when I get back.

Anything I can do from here?

You still haven't been
cleared for field work?

I'm still waiting for my
status to be clarified.

Oh, sorry to hear that.

That would really make me mad.

Well, how about you?

Are you asking as a friend
or a forensic psychologist?

Yeah. After what you've
been through,

it must be really hard
to readjust.

Especially bound
to that desk.

But if you feel like talking,
you know where to find me.

Thanks, Duck.

Get all of it.

Got a print there, huh?

You're NCIS.

Yeah.

- Nice scarf.
- Huh?

Oh...

Really brings out
the color of your eyes.

Thank you.

You shouldn't be wearing it
at a crime scene.

Loose fibers
contaminated the vehicle.

Special Agent
Anthony DiNozzo, NCIS.

Detective, uh...
Megan Hanley.

It's your first crime scene?

Yeah, it's a rookie mistake.

We all made them.

This is Special Agent Gibbs.
This is Detective Hanley.

Matt Burns'
death may be related

to a case we're working on.
What can you tell us?

Uh, not much, at this point.

We know that he fell
over the bridge

a little after 6:00 a.m.

He almost landed
on some city workers.

He jump or was he pushed?

They didn't see
what happened,

but we did find
a shoe print

that doesn't match
the victim near the
railing where he fell.

Boss, this is

Detective Sportelli,
Metro Police.

He's in charge.
Special Agent Gibbs.

This is a little awkward.

Detective Hanley?

Do you know they're from NCIS?

Yeah.
What did you tell them?

I was just filling them
in on what we know so far.

Which doesn't sound
like much, Detective.

You ran the I.D. on the vic.

What did you say
he did for a living?

Uh, he writes the blog.

He's Beltway Burns.

He was trashing NCIS.

Said they were involved
in a cover-up

of a naval officer's death.

I wouldn't believe everything
I read on the 'net.

We're trying to tie up a case.

Be nice to know
if the deaths were connected.

I have to maintain
the integrity of this
crime scene, Gibbs.

I expect your cooperation.

That includes
investigating

the possibility
of an NCIS cover-up.

Lieutenant Rod Arnett
was a poster boy for the Navy.

A scion of
New England bluebloods

and a star quarterback
at Annapolis.

His tragic death

at the age of 26,
in a weekend car crash,

on the Pax River
Naval Air Station was

investigated by Naval Criminal
Investigative Service,

which was quick...

to declare the death
an accident.

It was an accident.
Jackass.

My source from within
the Pentagon says

NCIS is covering up
the true story.

Lieutenant Arnett

was involved in insider trading
from his position

as a public affairs officer
in the Pentagon.

I can't take any more
of this whack job.

Go over everything we did
on the Arnett case.

Think there's a link between
Arnett and Burns' death?

You have to find out.

You're not going to get
any help on this from Metro.

Why do get the feeling that
Gibbs and Sportelli

are going to come to blows?

Who is Sportelli?

He's the police detective
who made the mistake

of tugging
on Superman's cape.

Take a look
at Burns' last post.

"I'm about to
meet a source

who's going to blow
the story wide open."

Who's the source?
I'm working on that.

Back-trace Burn's IP address.

This was sent through
a cell tower near the bridge

at 5:45 a.m.

It's right before his death.
Do you think

Burns was killed because he was
getting to close to the truth?

Maybe he was knocked off

by someone else
whose life he ruined.

There's a lot of 'em.

Judge Thomas Victor--
this is the one that put Burns

on the map.
Because of Burns,

the judge withdrew his
Supreme Court nomination?

He destroyed the guy.

Think I'll pay
the judge a visit.

You be careful.

We're investigating
Lieutenant Arnett.

Burns is outside
the purview of our case.

Ooh, "purview."

Did big, bad Sportelli
scare you off, McGee?

"Press power, then reset."

Excuse me,
that's just what I did do.

Got a new toy, Duck?

Portable digital X-ray machine.

It's going to be
very useful,

if I can just get
the darn thing to work.

You know, I'd like to have
a chat with the people

that write these
instruction manuals,

but I don't believe we have
a language in common.

You wanted to see me.

I wanted to check up on Ziva.

She went through far more
than we suspected.

I tried to draw her out,
but she doesn't want to talk.

I was wondering-- has
she said anything to you?

No.

She will when she's ready.

Something else?

Lieutenant Arnett.

I need you to review
your autopsy file.

Pressure from the director?

Abby's reviewing
the physical evidence.

Got to make
sure we're right.

So when'd you hear
about Burns?

This morning.

Haven't stopped smiling since.

Yeah, I can understand that.

Before that rodent
crawled into my life,

I was a respected
Federal court judge,

nominated to the
Supreme Court.

Now, I teach business
law at community college.

These kids can barely read,
let alone write-- look at this.

Who spells justice
J-U-S-T-I-S-S?

Yeah.

Burns accused you
of plagiarism.

Was that charge true?

In preparing a speech,

I borrowed some phrases
from a book I read.

Burns called it "plagiarism."

And he was right.
What I did was stupid.

But the nomination
could've survived it.

But...?

Burns was looking to
make a name for himself.

He accused me of infidelity,
taking kickbacks,

even went so far as to say
I cheated in law school.

They were fabricated charges
from unnamed sources.

It became
embarrassing to me.

And to the administration.

I withdrew
my nomination.

I'm going to have to get back
to you about that. See you.

Aren't you going
to ask me where I was

this morning,
when Burns died?

I'll leave that to
the Metro detectives.
Hey!

What's his name?
Agent DiNozzo.

Hey, DiNozzo!

What are you doing here?

See ya!

Get outta here!

The minute I heard
about Matt Burns

taking the header,
I knew you'd be

calling us back in.

Well, SECNAV is all over us
to clean this mess up.

Us, too.

You were Arnett's CO.

You saw no hint

of insider trading?

It doesn't make sense.

Why would Rod Arnett
take a chance at being caught?

He had family money,

unlimited future.

He was young, drove his sports
car like a madman.

It was a car accident.

We're going to have
to dig deeper.

Lieutenant Summers,
you were his project officer.

Did you ever ride with him?

Yes, sir.

Once.

He did drive pretty fast.

What about Arnett's future?
Was it Navy?

No. His tour was over
in a few months.

He was fielding job offers
that Harvard MBAs would envy.

How about his social life?
Don't know.

Never saw him
outside the office.

Lieutenant,

you know who
he was close with?

Uh, not really.

We talked in
the office.

But I have no idea
who his friends were

or anything like that.

Okay, explain to me why we're
doing this again?

What exactly does Gibbs expect
me to find?

You know Susan Grady
in Polygraph, right?

Yeah. I did, I did a
metal stress test

on the steering wheel and
the suspension mechanism;
negative.

The computer analysis
of the ECU,

it recorded the vehicle pushing
6,500 RPMs

at 110 miles-an-hour
when it rolled.

Listen, you know Grady
well enough to call

and find out
why I'm retaking my test?

I already did a computer
accident reconstruction

I was truthful,
I was completely relaxed

based on the
skid marks,

and the position
of the car

I was honest.
I have no reason to lie.

and the victim's body.
Why would I lie?

You're not listening to me.

This was an accident.

I guess we've
determined that.

But because of that
creepy dead blogger

who was spreading dreadful lies
about us, we have to keep going

over everything that
we've already done.

Abby, Abby,
I'm really worried, okay?

I've got to find out what's
going on with this polygraph.

McGee, I'm sure
it's nothing.

Have you ever heard of an agent
having to retake their test?

Special Agent Kirschner.

Kirschner?

Yeah.

He was gone before
you got here.

He was, um,
he was let go.

Your hunch was right.

Going over Arnett's
phone records,

I tracked an unusual
number of calls

to and from

Lieutenant Jessica Summers.
Based on

the volume and times
of the calls,

it suggests they were more
than just coworkers.

Fraternization
in the workplace,

never a good idea.

The calls stopped abruptly
about month ago.
That's curious.

Someone must have
ended it.

Why'd she lie?

She said she
hardly knew him.

I'll make the call.

Bringing in
Lieutenant Summers.

Tonight, DiNozzo.

Aye, aye, Cap'n.

There's something else
I want to show you.

I had nothing else to do,
so I started going through

BeltwayBurns'
video archives

A lot of the facts
in the stories he has
run are made up.

This is from July 23rd
last year.

He was doing a piece
on a congressman.

As a result
of an exhaustive
investigation,

yesterday morning, I met in
Atlanta with a member

of the congressman's staff who
told me of the assignation.

That is total salami.
Baloney.

At the time, Burns claimed
to be in Atlanta,

but his credit card records show
that he was in DC,

at the Willard Hotel bar
having martinis.

McGee.

Yeah, boss?

Lieutenant Arnett's
finances...

Well, his brokerage accounts
only show transactions

from family trusts,

and his one bank account
has the deposits

from his Navy lieutenant's
salary and nothing else.

If he had contact with
any other financial
institution,

I can't find it.

You lied.

All right, so you know about
Lieutenant Arnett and me.

What else do you
want me to say?

Who broke it off?

Me!

Rod... because he was seeing
other women,

and I found out.

Can I go now?

Sit.

No way, honey bunny.

He's not through
with you.

She knows more
than she's telling.

I agree with you.
So what do you think?

How's he gonna break her down?
What's the style?

He's leading with
the Creepy Uncle,

but I think he's gonna go

with the Father Figure
You Can Trust.

No, that doesn't
feel right.

I am gonna go
with the classic

In Your Face Gibbs,
The Intimidator.

I don't think so.

You should know that
we're working

very closely with Metro Police.

They have given us
complete access
to their files

and anything that they
have on Matt Burns.

The old You Lie To Me,
I Lie To You.

Didn't see that coming.
I like it.

We found notes
in Burns' office

with your name on 'em.

Are you his
Pentagon source?

And now our little
bunny rabbit doesn't
know what to say.

He swore no one
would ever find out.

Yeah, well, he lied.

Why'd you go to Matt Burns?

I was hurt.

Rod had dumped me.

Wasn't returning
my phone calls...

Arnett was trading on
insider information?

I think so.

You "think"?!

I re...

I remember..

the day after
the press release

of the McAllister Industries
contract,

Rod came over with champagne.

And when I asked
what was going on,

he said that he had...
he had made a lot of money

in the stock market.

I could read between the lines.

She just connected
the two cases.

Arnett's death is looking
less like an accident.

Maybe Burns was
onto something.

Which means

we blew the investigation.

I reviewed Lieutenant
Arnett's autopsy

as if I were
an objective outsider.

First the photographs,
then the X-rays;

I brought in
a radiological consultant

and had Abby redo
the blood and tox tests.

What's more--

Duck, bottom line?

Certainly. Uh, uh...

Lieutenant Arnett's
death was accidental.

Multiple traumas
sustained in a car accident.

Oh, I think you're gonna
want me to take this.

It's my counterpart,
Tom Hubbard--

the District M.E.--
returning my call.

Hello, Tom.

Well, actually, I'm in
the middle of an autopsy.

I have to say that
or he'll talk my ears off.

What's that?

Metropolitan Police...

have classified Burns' death
as a homicide?

Oh, thanks,

I owe you one-- no, no, no,
no, no, no, old boy,

my lips are sealed.

You ever lie like that
to me, Duck?

Never.

If the cases are connected,
does that infer

that Arnett was also murdered?

We got our hands full.

Anything else you can do?

Well, if I'd retained
Arnett's brain,

I could perform
further toxicology tests.

Why didn't you?

Well, at the time,
it wasn't warranted.

It was a car accident.

Look, for the tests,
the tissue

has to be prepared.
It takes ten days.

The Arnett family was putting
pressure on the Director.

They wanted the body
for burial,

and they wanted it intact.

Unbury it.
Jethro...

Ducky, we need it now.

Get the Director involved.

Use the full extent
of his office

to get the consent
of the family.

How you doing?
Special Agent Gibbs and DiNozzo.

Sit down.

Thank you.

Benjamin Franklin,

Securities and Exchange
Commission.

I know, I don't look
like an SEC investigator.

Is that really your name?

Yes. And I've heard
every imaginable joke,

so spare me.

Now, we've been receiving
the same kind of heat

you guys have since
BeltwayBurns broke the story

I headed the investigation
of Arnett.

If he was inside trading,

we couldn't find
any evidence of it.

How's it usually work?

Well, when a company
is awarded

a multibillion-dollar defense
contract, its stock spikes.

If anyone has
advance knowledge,
like Arnett did,

they'd purchase an OTM;

that's an
"out of the money" call.

That's taking a bet
that the stock

will rise, and it only costs
pennies on a share.

A penny saved is
a penny earned.

Yes.

Now, we checked out
all the defense contracts

released by CUINFO
in the past 12 months

that Arnett was in the office.

There was only one OTM that
showed any substantial profit.

You got a name?

Yes.

Nice bifocals, Ben.

An individual
named Will Sutton.

Now, he made $2 million on
McAllister Industries stock.

What do we know
about him, Ben?

Doesn't make any sense.

He owns a small sandwich shop
in the Adams Morgan district.

We've had the guy
under a microscope,

but we can't find
a connection

between him, Arnett, the Navy

or any other source
of inside information.

Yeah. Gibbs.

Gibbs, I need you
to come down here--

Okay, Abbs, slow down.
I'll be right there.

Get the information on Sutton.

Oh, dear.

I only take orders
from one person:

Special Agent
Leroy Jethro Gibbs.

Unless he asks me to do it,
it doesn't get done.

I think that's
gonna change, honey.

Gibbs, make this awful
man go away!

What do you want, Sportelli?

All the physical evidence
from the Arnett investigation,

including the car.

We're denied access
to your investigation,

and you get all
the evidence in ours?

Since I have
a court order... yes.

Give it to him, Abbs.

You're gonna have to sign
the chain-of-evidence, honey.

You know what?
I'll take that.

I hope you can
look your boss in the eye

and tell him you didn't blow
this investigation.

Hanley?
Coming.

Here you go.

Ugh!

I can understand the
SEC asking me questions.

Why the Navy?

We're looking into the death
of a Navy officer,

Mr. Sutton.

What's that gotta do with me?

You made a killing
on McAllister Industries' stock

right after they were
awarded a multibillion-
dollar defense contract

and the officer whose death

we're investigating
may have been involved

in insider trading, so...
I get lucky

on one legitimate investment,
and everybody's all over me.

You know, if I lost money,
nobody would give a damn.

I got a box full of
losing lottery tickets--

would you like to
take a look at it?

No. So you've never met or heard
of Lieutenant Rod Arnett?

Nope.
Let me ask you
a question.

If you made two million
bucks in the market,

what are you doing
making sandwiches?

'Cause the SEC froze my funds

until after they finish
their investigation.

They haven't found anything;
they never will.

I tell you,
I catch one lucky break,

it turns into
a nightmare.

I've had to hire a lawyer--
the guy's costing me a fortune.

He's gonna see more money
on this than I will.

That pastrami looks great.

You know how many connections
I have found

between Arnett and Sutton?
Zero.

I've checked everything.

I have checked e-mails,
I have checked phone records...

Is that pastrami?

Mm-hmm.

Can I have a bite?
Mm-mm.

This is my dinner.

You can have the pickle.

I don't like pickles.

I know.

These two guys couldn't
be more different.

One was a rich kid, the other
dropped out of high school

to support his...
invalid mother.

He makes a mean sandwich.

We got Arnett.

Academy graduate,

single playboy, jock,

part of the DC
social scene.

Now, you've got Sutton:

Married 15 years,
three kids, two mortgages.

Can't afford to live
in the city,

so he takes the train
each day-- an hour.

Come on, man, you know
I didn't have lunch today.

These two live
60 miles apart.

There is no
discernable way

they have met or have
anything in common.

I hope you choke on that.

You know, disinterment is
considered a sacrilege or taboo

by certain cultures,
especially the ones

who bury their dead.

Gibbs thinks this is
a necessary exception.

In Southern China,
for example,

graves are opened
after a period of one year.

The bones are removed,

cleaned, dried, and put in
a ceramic pot for re-burial.

The process
is called jiangu.

Exhumations are...
disturbing.

They are. Fortunately,
Lieutenant Arnett

has only been buried
for two weeks.

Who would want to steal
Arnett's body?

I don't know, but thank God
Matt Burns isn't around

to put it in his blog.

Someone else'll
fill the void.
This is really

gonna give
the conspiracy theorists

a reason to believe
we're covering up a murder.

It's gonna get worse
after I tell Sportelli.

Ugh. Do you have to?
Duck, when was the last time

you saw Arnett's body?

The day after
I did the autopsy.

We released it

to the... Heavenly Glen
Funeral Home in Falls Church.

They picked it up.

DiNozzo. McGee.
On it, boss.

Boss, I'm scheduled to retake
that polygraph at 9:00 a.m.

I'll handle it.
Thanks.

Treat this like

a crime scene, Abbs.
Right.

I'm looking for
Special Agent Timothy McGee.

He is out of the
building on assignment.

Tell him Agent Grady
from Polygraph wants to see him.

He missed his scheduled
appointment this morning.

I will make sure
he gets the message.

We picked up
Lieutenant Arnett's remains

from NCIS at 11:20

on the sixth of last month.

He was brought directly here,

where our mortician
did a reconstruction

of the deceased's face,

which...

was severely damaged
in the accident.

We know. We worked the scene.

Well, that evening, Arnett's
immediate family had a viewing.

I thought
our mortician

did a wonderful job.

But they decided to have
the casket closed

for the funeral.

It was sealed
at 10:00 p.m.

The mortuary closed at 11:00

and did not open
until 7:00 the next morning.

How was the casket
delivered to Arlington?

In our hearse-- first
to the chapel, then to
the graveside service.

Any idea how the body
could have been removed?

None.

Who else has keys
to the building?
Myself,

my brother, who is also
my partner in the business,

and... our mortician.

No one else?

Hm!

Uh, is there a security system?

Of course.

Excuse me for a second.

I got a text from Ziva.

Gunmetal metal.

Nice.

The polygraph examiner's
looking for me.

Ouch.

I guess Gibbs forgot.

He's got a lot on his mind.

Hey, come over here
for a second.

Come here.

I got an idea.

What?

Hop in.

What are you talking about?

Just do it.
Why would I do that?

I take your picture,

we send it to Polygraph,
they think you're dead,

you don't have
to retake the test.

Tony, that is not funny.

They already think
you're ducking them.

It's only gonna
get worse.

I had totally
forgotten about this,

but early on the
morning of the seventh,

the security
alarm went off.

I was notified at home
and met the patrol here.

This is their report.

We searched the
entire building

but found
nothing missing.

Dismissed the incident
as a faulty alarm.

Went off at 2:10 a.m.

Security arrived
on site at 2:30 a.m.

There's a 20-minute window
where someone could have
removed Arnett's body.

This coffin
looks expensive.
It is.

It's top of the line.

But it's...
it's new.

You know,
factory-made.

It has no personality.

Mine, on the other hand,

is like a Stradivarius--
hand-crafted

by a Bavarian artisan
circa 1870.

It never made sense to me
to spend a fortune

on something that's gonna be
viewed for a couple of hours

and then stuck
in the ground to rot.

Mine has and will
continue to provide me

with hours
of restful sleep and pleasure.

Did you find anything?

Prints? DNA?
Nada.

In fact, all four plates

were meticulously
cleaned with acetate.

How strange.

Why would someone
take such precautions

if the coffin was gonna
be buried for all eternity?

Ducky, this is cosmic.

Two minds, one thought--

that is exactly what
Gibbs said when I told him.

Wow.

Burns pushed for the Arnett case
to remain open

by saying we made a mistake.

He knew we would eventually be
forced to exhume Arnett's body

to prove his death
was accidental.

And when it was found missing,
his blog site would explode.

And Burns would become
a celebrity, a regular
on Anderson Cooper.

And after that, Burns
could say anything he
wanted to about Arnett.

Dead man cannot defend himself.

You think Burns
stole the body.

That is what makes
the most sense.

I like it--
how do we prove it?

Boss, I got an idea.

But I need to get a look
at Burns's car

in police impound.

Like Sportelli's
gonna let us do that.

Whoa.

There it is.

Well, I could take care

of the video surveillance--
it's the canine patrol

I'm worried about.

Oh, chillax, bro.

All these budget cuts
and economic problems,

they can't afford dogs.

Trust me.

Are you sure that
thing's gonna work?

Yeah. It's my own personal
concoction of oatmeal,

mayonnaise,
carpenter's glue.

Perfectly simulates
bird droppings.

Us grown-ups use
a different word for it.

Used it very successfully

in the Chesapeake team
paintball finals last summer.

Paintball? Cool.

All right, so that's

the camera you want to hit
with your bird poop,

McSniper.

Ooh!

Nice shot.

I'm impressed.

All right, let's go.

What's the matter?

You sure there's
no dogs in here?

I don't see any dogs.

I don'thearany dogs.

So, no--

there are no dogs!

Come on.

Do your thing.

All righty.
Sure you're gonna
fit in there?

There you go. Nice.

That's like a
yoga position.

...this up here.

That's like a...
upside-down manatee.

Yeah.

All right.

All right...

Doin' it...

Put this up here...

All right, baby,
come on.

This'd be a lot easier
if I could pull the nav system

and look at it in Abby's lab.

Been a lot easier if Sportelli
had just given us the car.

Well...

Okay. Downloading.

That sounds
like a dog.

Oh, you're such an easy mark.

You're such a child.

All right, we got it.

- Get my tools...
- Dogs, McGee.

Dogs!

Yeah, right.

Real dogs!
Get out of here, McGee!

Big dogs! Big dogs!

You said there weren't any dogs!

Come on!

Oh, God!

McGee!!

Get to high ground!

Heel! Heel!

Oh! It's like Turner and Hooch!

Or K-9 with Jim Belushi!

Run away, McGee! Aah!

Tony!

Tony!

- Oh, God!
- No, no, no...

Down! Stay!

Come on, Tim!

I don't have
the right shoes for this!

Over here!
Come to the fence!

Come on!
Come on!

Tony!

Tony!

There you go!
Come on up!

Got it.

Tony!

Freeze!

Release!

Release!

So close.

I sent it to Abby.

Well done.

Where'd you get those?

Off links.

Poor little Timmy--
he looks so scared.

Why aren't you downtown
trying to bail them out?

I don't trust Sportelli.

They'll be fine, Abb.

They're probably
crammed in some cell

where they're being
tormented by-by perverts,

and-and addicts
and murderers--

Did you analyze the data
from Burns's car?

I did.

It proves what Ziva suspected.

Burns was parked outside
the mortuary from 2:05 a.m.

until 2:19 a.m.

Tony and McGee
risked their lives

trying to get
this information

and you're just going to let
them rot in a jail cell?

Where did Burns go
after the mortuary?

Seneca Creek Park in Maryland.

Thank you.

You're out!

Did you know?

Director handled it.

Way above
my pay grade.

Don't get too comfortable, boys.

We got a search team
to organize.

I just got a call from Tony.

After searching all afternoon,
they found Arnett's body.

Great.

That's all you have to say?

Your theory was right.

Burns stole the body.

I would be doing
cartwheels right now.

Let's go celebrate.
Let's get something to eat.

Thanks, but I'm not hungry.

My friend's band is playing

at the Filibuster
tonight in Georgetown.

Come on.

Girls' night out.
It'll be fun.

I have something
I have to do, Abby.

Okay.

See ya.

I'm sorry I, uh, I missed
our appointment yesterday.

I came in early just for you.

Thanks.

I've been, um... on a...
on a case, under pressure.

You got me in trouble.

I'm a creature of habit--
I take the same train every day

and the regulars gave me
a hard time this morning.

They were worried when
they didn't see me yesterday.

I need to make
an adjustment.

That got your blood pressure up.

All right.
Um, let's begin.

I'm going to ask
several questions.

Some will be
for control purposes

and appear irrelevant.

Uh, please answer
all questions

with a simple yes or no.

Yes, ma'am.

Is your name Timothy McGee?

Yes.

Were you born in
Bethesda, Maryland?

Yes.

Have you ever
been arrested?

No.

Uh, yes. Uh...

Yesterday.
It was on the case.

The Director...

Yes or no?

Sorry. Uh... uh, yes.

Do you live alone?

Yes.

Are you in a committed
relationship?

Uh, no.

Okay.

Have you ever used--

Hold on a second.
What?

You said that you take the
same train every morning?

Uh, you don't get
to ask the questions.

You ride with the same people?

Yes.

What are you doing?
Why-Why-Why are you taking...

Um, you can't...
Um, excuse me.

We're in the middle
of an exam.

I gotta reschedule.

So, the fibers on the uniform
Arnett was buried in

are consistent with
the trunk-liner carpeting

of the make and model
of Burns' sedan.

Now, if I could get a look
at the actual car.

Abbs, I need to
see the inventory

of Arnett's personal
effects. Hey, boss.

Got to know if he
had a rail pass.

Yes.

Did you record
the serial number?

All right.

Hey, McGee.

Boss, we know that Lieutenant
Arnett had inside information

on McAllister Industries'
stocks; we also know

that Will Sutton made $2 million

the day after
the contract was announced.

The SEC tried to connect
both men, but they couldn't.

What if they took the same
train to work every day?

Thought they didn't live
anywhere near each other.

They don't.

Sutton drives
to the Shady Grove station

every morning to take the
Red Line into the city

to his sandwich shop.

It's a 55-minute ride.

Now, Arnett commutes
to the Pentagon by train.

Gets on the Red Line
at Bethesda.

If they were regulars
on the same train,

they rode to work together
every morning.

Okay. I accessed
the Metrorail data bank

and I entered Arnett's
rail pass number.

He boarded the Red Line at
Bethesda at 7:20 every morning.

We need to get a look
at Will Sutton's rail pass.

Hey!

You brought a friend.

Must have liked the Pastrami.

It was delicious.
He's not my friend.

You take the Metrorail

to the city through
Shady Grove, right?

Yeah.

Yeah. We need
to see your rail pass.

Why?

You a Hitchcock fan?
Uh-uh.

You ever see the 1951 classic,
Strangers on a Train?

Farley Grainger,
Robert Walker?

They meet in a club car,
plot to exchange murders.

"You kill my father,
I'll kill your wife."

They believed
that no one be able

to connect them
to each other.

You and Arnett were regulars
on the same train.

Got friendly; you came up with
the insider-trading scam.

You knew if
the SEC investigated,

they would never be able

to connect you
to each other.

After a respectable
amount of time,

you'd split
the $2 million profit.

But you got lucky.

Your partner died
in a car accident

and you got to keep
all the money to yourself.

You guys got
quite an imagination.

How about you let us
see your rail pass?

How about I call my lawyer?

Innocent guys always say that.

Your mistake was believing
Matt Burns' blog.

He was bluffing.

He only had
a tip on Arnett.

He made the rest up.

But you bought it;

you panicked; you thought
Burns was on to you.

Anonymously contacted him,
said you had information,

arranged to meet
at the bridge.

They're making all this up.

Yeah?

Our good friends at Metro PD are
working very closely with us.

We've connected you to Arnett.

Once we give them your name,

they're going
to connect you to Burns.

They're going to backtrack
every communication

E-mails,
phone calls, the lot.

We wrapped the case for you,
Dan; show some appreciation.

I don't like
the conditions.

Come on.

We're handing over the
guy who murdered Burns.

Least you could do is drop
the charges against my team.

If this case doesn't
hold up, deal's off.

You got it.

Take him.

Hey, Hanley.

I'll escort you down.

Nice sweater.

Where'd you get that?

Stripes are nice.

Boss...

I better go down and and
reschedule this polygraph test.

Don't bother, McGee. Nothing
wrong with the first one.

What do you mean?

I think you made an
impression on the examiner.

I think she made an
excuse to see you again.

You want me to draw
you a picture?

No.

I'm going
to handle her, boss.

Being stuck at that desk has
given me a lot of time to think.

Being a visitor here is wrong.

What does that mean, Ziva?

I need your signature on this.

I want to be
an NCIS agent.

I don't even know
if that's possible.

You would have to
resign from Mossad.

Already have.

Sent my father an e-mail.

Hmm. What's he
think about that?

Does not matter.

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