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Mr Palmer.

-Mr Palmer.
-Yes, Doctor.

As a serious and dedicated student
of anatomy...

You are a serious and dedicated
student of anatomy, are you not?

Well, then, Mr Palmer,
are you up to the task of identifying

the reconstructive blunder that has been
foisted upon our deceased?

-Would you call that a thumb?
-l would call that a toe.

Why, then, perchance,

did you place it with the other digits
from his right hand?

Because that's where it belongs.

If you look at the scar line,
it matches perfectly.

Plus, his right foot
had a cleanly amputated big toe.

This guy lost his thumb
in an accident or something

and had surgery
to replace it with the big toe.

My God. I think I know who this is.

I love Filomena's ice cream.

-Filomena's in Georgetown?
-It's my standard first-date place.

I went there on a first date
Saturday night.

Yeah?

After dinner, I like to
stroll the lucky lady down Wisconsin

to this pretentious art gallery
called Impressions.

-Boy, they really eat it up.
-That's where we went after dinner.

Really? Huh.

-You've been following me.
-Me, follow you on a Saturday night?

-Not that desperate, Kate.
-I don't believe you.

Well, on my mother's life,
I was not following you.

-Your mother's dead.
-I didn't follow her, Boss.

I do know her boyfriend, Steve Adler.

He's not my boyfriend.
I don't believe this.

Did you tell her
about your fraternity brother yet?

I was just getting to the good part
there, McGee.

Steve Adler is your fraternity brother?

I'd show you the secret handshake,
but then I'd have to kill you.

He told you about our date?

Well, not the intimate details,
until I asked, and then he had to.

It goes with the oath.

-Gibbs!
-DiNozzo!

Jethro, I need you in autopsy.

What he had
was a great toe transplantation.

An incredibly arduous
surgical procedure.

Nerves smaller than a human hair

are connected
using microscopic sutures.

-They sewed his toe to his hand?
-Exactly.

In a catastrophic injury
when the thumb is lost,

the patient's hallux, or big toe,

is removed and attached to the hand.

The opposable thumb

is one of the most important
milestones in human evolution.

It's what makes us, us.

Our ability to make tools,

a defining element
which separates us from the animals,

comes directly from this dexterity.

Drawn-out digressions
is a privilege earned, Mr Palmer.

Sorry, Doctor.

If I'm right,
the victim's name is Michael Grant.

He was a Baltimore district attorney.

Ten years ago I testified
at several cases he was prosecuting.

What about the other bodies, Duck?

Well, at this point
I still have no idea who they are.

We need positive IDs, Duck.

The flesh was peeled off
the pads of the fingers.

That rules out fingerprints.

And the flesh and skin of the face
has also been removed.

So photographic identification
won't be possible, either.

-Dental?
-Unless we can find

a piece of Michael Grant's DNA,
the dental records will have to do.

Do it.

Jethro,

a barrel is left at Bethesda,
in my jurisdiction,

containing three dissected bodies,
one of whom I knew.

This isn't a coincidence, is it?

I didn't think it was.

Possible ID
on one of the meat puzzle bodies.

A DA named Michael Grant.

Hey, cool! After six months,
we finally got a lead, huh?

Find out if he's been reported missing.

Kate, pull the cases that Ducky testified

where Michael Grant
was the lead attorney.

On it.

Hey, it looks like
we're going to work late,

so do you want me to call Steven
and cancel your dinner reservation?

This is a nightmare.

If you have a thought
about continuing your genetic line,

I would suggest a change of position.

Oh.

Jaws expand and contract, Mr Palmer.

Teeth wear,

but fillings,

crowns and bridges remain.

Now, let's see,

four fillings on the lower left bicuspids,

crowns on the upper left molars.

-It's him.
-Yes, it's he.

Dr Mallard, on a more personal note...

It's not the best time, Mr Palmer.

I just want you to know
that I am determined to learn from you.

Your point, quickly.

Well, it's important for me to know
that you know that even though

there are nearly 2,000 pieces of tissue
on these tables, that I...

Please come to the point, Jimmy!

I know the difference
between a thumb and a toe.

He called me Jimmy.

Michael Grant
disappeared eight months ago

hiking the Appalachian Trail.
His body was never found.

Local LEOs could never determine
if he got lost or killed.

Definitely killed.

The poor fellow
was then dissected into small pieces,

put in a barrel of alcohol
along with two other bodies,

and deposited in a dumpster
behind Bethesda Naval Hospital.

-Dental records matched?
-I'm afraid so, Jethro.

Ducky, remember
a Judge Roland Davis?

Of course.

A man of small stature
and enormous ego.

A highly competent jurist, nonetheless.

He was the judge
on one of the two cases you testified

where Michael Grant
was the lead attorney.

The significance of that, Caitlin?

He was reported missing
seven months ago.

I'll run a dental comparison.
The judge with the other two bodies.

Pull up the case, Kate.

Oh, yes, of course.
Who could forget him?

Vincent Hanlan.

A medical school washout.

He was studying to become a

medical examiner.

He was accused of raping
and murdering a Navy Lieutenant

who worked at Bethesda Hospital's
pathology lab.

I performed the autopsy.

She was a beautiful girl.

I believe her name was Lt. Sylvia...

Sylvia Waksal.

Yes, that's right.

She was working late one night.

Vincent Hanlan stalked her
with the intention of raping her.

The speculation was
that he was unable to perform the rape.

His impotence so enraged him

that he proceeded
to beat the poor girl to death.

When it went to trial,

Michael Grant
was the prosecuting attorney,

Judge Davis presided,

and I testified.

The evidence was all circumstantial,

so when the judge offered the jury
second degree murder, they accepted it.

Vincent Hanlan served eight years

in the Maryland Correctional
Adjustment Centre.

Kate, start building a profile
on Vincent Hanlan.

Tony.

Find the whereabouts of everybody else

associated with
prosecuting Vincent Hanlan, fast.

McGee, I need the last address
for Vincent Hanlan.

I want to bring him in.

McGee!

-Sorry, Boss. I already found him.
-Give me the address.

It's 22 Victor Road,
Mount Ephraim Cemetery.

He's been dead over a year.

Crown, crown, match, match.

Filling, filling, match.

As we feared,

the second corpse
is Judge Roland Davis.

Any guesses on number three, here?

Carl Foss.

The jury foreman.

-Of course!
-Missing since last summer.

His x-rays are on the way over
from his family dentist.

Are you okay, Duck?

I assume this macabre play
is being put on for my benefit.

My testimony was key
in putting Vincent Hanlan in prison.

I was able to lift
a partial print of Vincent's off her body.

Thinking back,

I think I was slightly unnerved
by Hanlan during the trial.

How so?

He just seemed

particularly agitated

when I was on the stand.

You were the medical examiner
he was never going to be.

I was using his failure against him.

You'll stay at NCIS
as much as possible.

Other than that,
one of us will be with you at all times.

Jethro, my mother is 96 years old.
She suffers from dementia.

She gets very nervous
when I'm not home in the evenings.

Tony, you'll take the first shift

with his mother.

-Doing... Doing what, boss?
-Whatever she wants.

Yes, it would be helpful
if you could assist with the dogs.

Oh, gosh.

I'm not really an animal person, Ducky.

I just haven't spent a lot of time
with them lately, and...

The yappy creatures are all she has
in this life. Well, except me, of course.

If Vincent Hanlan is dead,
who is getting revenge?

His family?

Find them, Kate.

According to their tax returns,

Vincent Hanlan's parents
are both morticians.

They've run a funeral home
for the last 13 years.

Siblings.

One brother who's a taxidermist.

Mortician, taxidermist,
wannabe medical examiner.

Yeah, the death obsession
pretty much runs in the family.

Vincent's conviction
tore the family apart.

His death pretty much put us under.

Through here.

Mary.

-Get these people out of here!
-They're Federal Agents.

-I don't care!
-They're here about Vincent.

They're not authorised! Get out!

Individuals connected with Vincent's
prosecution have been found murdered.

Good.

Good?

Vincent was innocent.
He was a good boy.

He was in medical school.

Jack the Ripper went to medical school.

When my son got out of prison,
he had nothing left.

No hope, no promise.

They labelled him a sex murderer.

What was he doing
when he got out of prison?

He was drinking. A lot.

Oh, that's all you have to say
about your dead son?

That isn't what I meant.

I was just trying to explain
how difficult his life was.

What happened on the night he died?

He was driving with his brother
and they hit a tree.

Can you think of anyone

who would want to get revenge
on the men who put your son in jail?

Me.

But I don't know anything about it.

So why don't you
just get the hell out of here

before I call the authorities
and have you arrested?

And maybe you'll go to prison.

Bastards.

Two bridges, 10 crowns, seven fillings.

Not exactly a paragon of oral hygiene,
my dear fellow.

-Is he Carl Foss?
-Was there ever any doubt?

Well, that's all three,

prosecutor, judge

and now foreman of the jury.

Are you scared, Doctor Mallard?

Madame Curie, one of the world's most
brilliant thinkers, once said,

"There is nothing in life to be feared.
It is only to be understood."

I think it's safe to say

that Madame Curie never set her eyes
on a meat puzzle.

Yes, I'm scared.

Scared as hell.

Put them away, Jimmy.

They're tired of talking.

They need to rest.

Yes, Doctor.

...in the lounge.

Yes?

I'm Anthony DiNozzo, Mrs Mallard.
I work with your son.

He called, said I'd be coming over?

-You're Italian.
-Yes, I am.

You're a gigolo.

Well, I wouldn't exactly call...

-You move furniture.
-I could.

I have a commode
that has no business being here.

It belongs in the lounge.

I've told Donald this. He never listens.

I understand. Okay.

If you'll just show me
where you want the...

-Who are you?
-Anthony DiNozzo.

Everyone calls me Tony.

-That's an Italian name.
-Yes, itis.

-So if you'll just show me where...
-Oh, gigolo.

If you look down my blouse,
I shall disembowel you!

That's funny.

I have a knife in my brassiere.

-I'll keep that in mind.
-Good.

Who are you again?

Couldn't there be another case
where these men worked together?

I haven't found one.

Your brother's case is the common link.

I would love to have stuffed Vincent.

He would've liked that.

He had a good sense of humour,
Vincent did.

But it's against state law.

"Best Mammal"
at the regionals last year.

Like anything else, you get obsessed.

Becomes a way of life.

I thought pandas were endangered.

Oh, they are.

Re-creation category.

I took two black bears
and I bleached one

and then I sewed them together
in a panda pattern.

Do you miss your brother?

He's my brother.

You two get along?

When he got out of prison,
he was depressed.

He couldn't go back to school,
he couldn't get a job,

-he started drinking heavily.
-You didn't answer my question.

We were close.

And I have no idea who killed the men
that put him in jail.

What happened the night he died?

Vincent was driving. He lost control.

We went off the road into the woods.

My head hit the dash, hard.

I stumbled out of the car,
fell to my knees.

When I got my bearings,
I saw the car was on fire.

Do you feel guilty
you didn't pull him out?

I was told
he died instantly from the impact,

that he never felt the flames.

I think he felt the flames.

Oh! Second place, nationals.

Small animal division. African civet.

Yeah, Gibbs.

Boss, I've been running down
other people

involved in the Vincent Hanlan case.

-Got something good.
-Spit it out, McGee.

The lead detective in the Hanlan case

was a Baltimore officer
named Marco Cesaretti.

Retired in '96.

Missed his last rent payment,

nobody has seen him in three weeks.

Where do you need this?

Oh, God.

Mrs Mallard?

Mrs Mallard!

Who are you?

And where are you going
with my commode?

I'm your son's co-worker. Remember?

Tony DiNozzo,

the Italian gigolo furniture mover?

No!

-I'm a Federal Agent, ma'am.
-That's what they all say.

Will you please
go stand over there? Now!

And keep the girls and boys
in the other room.

Stay. Quiet down.

-What is it?
-Delivery.

What kind of delivery?

I don't know, sir.
It just says, "Perishable."

-Hi.
-Step back, please! Step back!

-Okay, okay.
-Thank you.

Victim number four, Jethro.

The size of the pieces, the cuts,

are all consistent with the bodies
of the DA, the judge and the foreman.

The homicide detective
completes the team.

You're forgetting
the medical examiner, Jethro,

whose testimony
put Vincent Hanlan behind bars.

That's you.

Very good, Mr Palmer.
He's saving the best for last.

It's not going to happen, Ducky.

Boss.

-You may load it, Mr Palmer.
-Right.

Should I roll it?

What do you got for me?
-Well, one could do that,

but I think it might be easier
if you used the hand trolley.

Oh, oh, of course.

I was so distracted by its contents,
I didn't notice it.

-Here. Let me help you with this.
-Yeah.

The guy, who works for an independent
delivery service downtown,

picked up the barrel from a new client
on 27th Street.

That's the order.

-Universal Scrap Metal.
-The owner called it in.

Yeah, the print's kind of small.
Even I had trouble reading it.

The print's fine, McGee.

"Jeffrey...Jeffrey Winston."

Actually, it's Jeffrey Wilson.
But you're very close, Boss.

You sure it's Wilson?

Gibbs is right.

Whoever he is,
he's not going to get you.

There's only one thing better

than looking into the eyes
of a beautiful woman

and have her say
that everything's going to be all right.

-And what's that, Ducky?
-My saying it to her.

All loaded, Doctor.

-You stick to him like...
-Glue.

...an ex-wife after an alimony cheque.

Gibbs, what did Ducky look like
when he was younger?

I feel like driving.
-Yes, Doctor.

lllya Kuryakin.

-The sweet smell of freedom!
-Mrs Mallard?

Sleeping.

Her usual afternoon fistful
of Wild Turkey.

Her last words to me were either,

"I'm going to slit your throat"
or "kiss your moat."

I couldn't tell, ‘cause she was slurring.

That's good work, Tony.

Thank you, Boss.
So who's taking over for me now?

-Kate's on protection detail with Ducky.
-Yeah.

McGee's going with me to interview
the guy who delivered the barrel.

Yeah.

I guess that leaves you.

Me? Boss, I just spent all day
playing furniture mover

for this slightly demented old lady
and her pack of yapping hounds.

They're not hounds, DiNozzo,
they're corgis!

No, Boss!

No, Boss! I'm on the verge, man!

McGee?

Boss, I'm going to go postal!
I'm not kidding, I'm this close!

Here's Tony.

Come on. Here you go, guys.

Come on.

Who's got treats? In the house.
In the house. I've got treats.

Good boy, Tyson.

Are you going to badge me?

That's what they say on TV.

NCIS.

-Naval Criminal Investigative Service...
-I know what it stands for.

I wasn't always in the junk business.

USS Forrestal.
Machinist's Mate First Class.

Are you Jeffrey Wilson?

This is about that barrel, ain't it?

I knew that deal was too good.

Tell us about that.

While ago, this dude comes in,
he buys a few of those.

Where do you get them?

Back of plants, factories.

They don't want them.
I clean them up, resell them.

Okay. Go on.

Well, the dude brings one of them back.

It's got some kind of liquid in it
‘cause I can hear it sloshing around.

So first I thought it might be some
stuff to make meth.

He offers me 200 bucks
to messenger it someplace in Reston.

-Probably didn't give his real name.
-No name, no address,

he didn't tell me what was in it
and I didn't ask.

I need you to come by the Navy Yard,

sit down and describe him
to a sketch artist.

Won't do no good.

Dude always wore a hooded sweatshirt
and shades.

He could've been Elvis.

-What was in that barrel, anyway?
-A meat puzzle.

-Gibbs, you scared me.
-Come on, Abs.

You sleep in a casket
dressed in a funeral gown.

-I don't always wear the gown.
-Too much information.

-What do we got here?
-Straight to the point, that's our Gibbs.

Okay, bottom line.

The sicko that's killing everyone
that sent Vincent Hanlan to jail

is definitely not Vincent Hanlan.

Before Ducky went to see his mom,
he checked the dental x-rays

with those from the Maryland
Correctional Adjustment Centre.

Vincent Hanlan is in the casket.

Every last inch of what is probably
very rotting flesh at this point.

What about a DNA test?

Maryland incinerates all biological
evidence three years after sentencing.

Okay, find an earlier x-ray.

-Before he went to prison.
-Before?

Before.

Mother, I'm home!

-Your dogs.
-No, not just dogs, Kate. Welsh corgis.

In Wales, the corgi
was the protector of the farmer.

Now they protect my mother.
That's Tyson.

-Because he thinks he's a boxer?
-No, because he bites.

The bedrooms are upstairs, of course.
Mine's there.

You could use the guest room.

-l won't be sleeping, Ducky.
-Of course.

-Where's your mother's room?
-Oh, she sleeps down here now.

It must be difficult for her to get up
the stairs at her age.

It has nothing to do with stairs, Caitlin.
Her snoring is deafening.

She kept me awake all night.
She'll keep you awake, too.

Hello.

There you are, Contessa.

You'll feel beautiful.

Oh, Tony,
you've finally found your true calling.

Mother, may I present Caitlin.
She works with Tony and me.

Mother!

We talked about this!
Caitlin is here to protect us.

-Show me your knickers.
-Ma'am?

Your underwear, missy.

One can always tell
a woman's intention from her panties.

That's always been my philosophy.

I do apologise.

Come along, Mother.
Time to get dinner ready.

-Haven't I had dinner?
-No, you haven't.

Well, use butter tonight.

You always use bacon fat.

-I use canola oil.
-I can tell that, too.

Sometimes older people
can make so much sense.

You're relieved, Tony.

Oh, god. Okay, this is Contessa.
She likes it rough.

-Good night, Tony.
-Yeah, look at the time.

I've got to meet Steven for a beer.

Hate to be late, so much to catch up on.

Yeah, Gibbs.

Vincent Hanlan's dental x-rays
just arrived from medical school.

McGee, you're with me. Come on.

These x-rays were taken
at Vincent Hanlan's autopsy,

and these were 11 years ago
in medical school.

And if you look closely,

you can see a perceptible difference
due to molar wear,

which is highly unusual
given the short span of years,

at least in modern man.

Neolithic man, who used to
gnaw a lot of bones, you know,

-could incur this kind of...
-Are you telling me these x-rays match?

I'm afraid so.

The fillings in the upper third molar
and second bicuspid are identical,

as are the shape of the teeth.

He gnaws on bones like a caveman?

-I can't explain that.
-Well, he grinds his teeth, Boss.

I did it as a kid in my sleep.
I had to wear a special retainer at night.

You still should.

-I want Vincent Hanlan's body exhumed.
-Why?

I'm sorry. I didn't mean to say that, sir.
It just...it just spewed out.

Abby, call Mount Ephraim Cemetery.
McGee, you're with me.

-You dig up that body.
-Love to.

Isn't he supposed to get
a judge's authorisation?

He didn't even give us a reason why.

Well, obviously, Gibbs doesn't think
that Hanlan is dead.

He is dead. Dental x-rays don't lie.

Well, either Gibbs is wrong

or Hanlan is one of the dead
that still walks at night.

Okay, well, then Gibbs is wrong.

Isn't he?

Mrs Mallard?

Mrs Mallard.

Sneaking off after having your fun.
Just as I knew you would.

No, it's not like that, Mrs Mallard.

Now please, I need you to take your dog
and go back inside.

That's not my dog.

Of course it's yours.
Now, please, Mrs Mallard.

I've never seen that dog before
in my life. I only have corgis.

Get back inside, now!

Ducky?

Ducky!

Ducky!

-Gibbs, I'm sorry.
-It's my fault.

Two agents.

Excuse me?

Two protectees.
I should have had two agents.

You were as responsible for the mother
as you were for Ducky.

Boss!

Abby says the tyre tracks from the van
were made from Uniroyal Laredos.

They're standard
on Chevy Express cargo vans.

Both the funeral home
and the taxidermy business

own Chevrolet Express cargo vans.

That's good enough
for a search authorisation.

On it.

Tony, you and Kate
take the turkey-stuffing brother.

McGee, come on. You're with me.

You have no right
to invade my home and my business.

Actually, that search warrant
says we do, ma'am.

Don't ma'am me, you simpering wimp.

No, ma'am.

Unlock this door.

Ma'am, if you impede our search
in any way,

you will be charged with obstruction.

That's not the way to do this.

I have the right to break down that door,
and anything in my way.

-Are you satisfied?
-No.

McGee, take a scraping from inside.

One son beats a young woman to death,
the other one plays with dead animals.

I wonder where they get that.

From their mother.

Same teeth.

Vincent Hanlan's corpse
matches his autopsy x-rays.

Teeth don't lie, Jimmy.

What?

Do you think

you could get a blood type
from the nerve tissue in this tooth?

If I can rehydrate it.
What are you thinking?

-I am thinking something crazy, Abby.
-Crazy is good.

It's heavier.
Definitely something in this one.

Mr Goldberg.

He's being buried in the morning.

Check underneath Mr Goldberg.

There's nothing.

I'll inform the Goldbergs
their grandfather was frisked by NCIS

in his coffin.

They're litigators.

Boss, the van is on the way to the
garage for forensics. What next?

Why don't you just admit
that you made a mistake

and get the hell out of here?

Gibbs.

No joy, Boss.

We looked under every furry creature
and inside a couple.

Ducky's not here.

Yeah, I knew
you'd find something, DiNozzo.

That's good work, Tony.

You bring him in for interrogation.

-Did you hear what I said, Boss?
-Yeah.

Yeah, I heard you.

Let's go, McGee.

What'd they find?

Jonathan called.

They're searching his shop, too.

What do they think,
he stuffed their precious doctor?

Mary,

-we should do something to prevent...
-Fred, Fred.

Don't start thinking now.

You're far too old for that.

-I already told you.
-Tell me again.

We crashed into a tree.

-Vincent was driving?
-Yes.

-You jumped out of the car?
-That's right.

You didn't even
attempt to help your brother?

The car was on fire.

I was in a daze.

-But you didn't even try.
-It was too hot!

There was no way I could get to him.

-What did your mother think about that?
-l wouldn't know.

We don't talk.

-We haven't spoken since that night.
-Yeah? Why is that?

-He was her favourite.
-She blames you for his death.

If my friend dies,

I'll blame you, too.

Gibbs, Jimmy Palmer and Abby
need to see you.

I pulled one of Vincent Hanlan's teeth
and gave it to Abby.

We did a blood analysis
of the nerve tissue

and compared it to the blood type
of the tissue from the corpse.

-They didn't match.
-They didn't match.

These are Vincent Hanlan's teeth,
but they were put into this jaw.

This body is not Vincent Hanlan's.

I did a gas chromatograph

and I found traces of cyanoacrylate
on the bottom of the...

In a language I speak, Abby.

There is Super Glue
on the root of the tooth.

Just a drop.
It would never show up on an x-ray.

So the teeth
were pulled from Vincent's mouth?

One by one.

And then they were glued
back into this jaw.

Homo sapien.

Reconstruction category.

Someone took your brother's teeth
and put them in that skull.

It wasn't me.

It was them.

-It's always them.
-Your mother and Vincent?

Vincent was drunk
the night he slammed into that tree.

We got out
just before it burst into flames.

When we got home,

Mother had a car crash body
laid out on the embalming table.

Closed-casket job.

She came up with the idea
of giving Vincent a new life.

-He's got to be telling the truth.
-Why?

Who would make that up?

After she extracted Vincent's teeth
and put them in the car-crash body,

she burnt the corpse
beyond recognition.

Where is Vincent?

With Mother. He's always with Mother.

We already
searched the funeral home...

-Look harder!
-Is Doctor Mallard there?

-Probably.
-They don't keep you informed?

They have lots of secrets.

Terrible secrets with each other.

You call your mother, Jonathan.

You tell her we've released you.

You tell her that everything is okay now,
that we have run into a dead end.

You convince her, Jonathan.

If you don't,

I will tear every tooth out of your skull.

-I got a light.
-Let's go.

-Wait.
-For what?

Let them get Ducky out of wherever
they've been hiding him.

-Now?
-Not yet.

Okay, get into positions.

It'll only take four minutes
to drain your blood.

Versus eight years in the same cell,

24 hours a day.

He's getting off easy, angel.

Where are they?

Turn around. Hands out.

He's clean.

Get back!

Move back or you're dead!

Tony?

My hands. Release my hands!

Get me something to stop the bleeding!

Hands in the air!

I can't go back there.

Just do what they say, Vincent.

Turn around, face the wall.

Just do it.

I love you, Mother,
but I can't do this again.

No! No! My God, no!

Oh, my God, no!

No, God, they killed my son!

-Come on, let's go!
-Oh, my God!

Oh, my God!

You're the one that got off easy, my boy.

What kept you?

-The mother finally give a statement?
-Yeah, short one. Two words.

-S0, you seeing my frat brother tonight?
-As a matter of fact, I am.

Steven feels bad,
said he'd like to make it up to me.

How's he going to do that?

-By telling me things about you.
-Never gonna happen.

The fraternal oath is sacred.

Some things
are even more sacred, Tony.