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MAN:
These Marines sure take
this stuff seriously.

Might as well get comfortable;

this could take some time.

Check the ID,
check the trunk.

No dogs. Hate dogs.

Dogs are a pain in the ass.
(chuckles)

Never met a dog
that didn't want

to try to bite me.
Looking for bombs

or bin Laden, I guess.

Clear.

Finally.
Proceed.

Good morning, sir.

Photo ID and pop
the trunk, please.

Sure thing.

Drop off?

Guy says he wants to see
someone at NCIS.

Clear.

Lower the window,
please, sir.

Hey, buddy,
lady needs to see some ID.

Photo ID, please, sir.

Sir?

Step out of the vehicle, please.

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PARAMOUNT NETWORK TELEVISION

(indistinct news report)

These files have to be
reviewed by Friday.

Mm-hmm. I'll get to them.

Tomorrow's Friday.

(shuts off television)

Had a wife like you
once, Cynthia.

I divorced her.

Beat her to it, did you?

(sighs)

You didn't read it.

Scoletti case.

I know the case agent.

Jeff Gillman.

He's a good man.

The Director doesn't want
Justice not going to trial

because of a
procedural error.

Well, then the Director
should be here

instead of shopping
in Paris all week.

An Interpol antiterrorist
conference isn't shopping.

Yeah.

Know him, too?

Yep.

Don't worry.

Justice has its own
procedural problems.

Who's Special Agent Grisham?

Transferred in from San Diego.

Hollywood Special Agent.

Rejected.

You have to give a reason.

(phone ringing)

It's her private line.

SHEPARD:
Hello, Cynthia.

(indistinct conversations)

Hello?

Cynthia?

No...

Jethro.

I should have recognized
the heavy breathing.

Is the Agency intact?

I cut it up into
small bitsy pieces

and sold it to
the three-letter boys.

I take it walking in my heels
has presented a challenge.

Well, I accepted some
speaking requests for you.

Which speaking requests?

Women for Women,
St. Paul, Minnesota chapter.

The eighth grade class of Hondo
Middle School in Hondo, Texas.

The teacher, she's an admirer.

Society of Preservation
for Barbershop Quartets.

You're not serious, Jethro.

Well, about the barbershop
quartets, no, no, I'm not.

But I did accept six,

seven... eight,

nine others for you.

Put Cynthia on.

Hey, how's the frog...

legs?

You always enjoyed them
sauteed in butter.

Cynthia. Now!

Yes, Director.

Tell me you didn't
send out acceptances

for speaking engagements.

Of course not, Director.

Thank you, Cynthia.

You have just earned yourself
a Hermes scarf.

Thank you, Director.

(speaking French)

Au revoir.

Put him back on.

Yes...?

Is there any

serious business
I should know about?

Well, the...

Buy America toilet paper doesn't
fit the metric fixtures,

and we got a truck...

She hung up on me.

Shocking.

(phone rings)

You call back to apologize?

Uh, I don't know
what you heard, boss,

but I was not the one
who started that pool.

What pool is that,

DiNozzo?

On the case.

What case?

"There's a dead body

in the taxi
at the main gate" case.

I'll be right there.

The case files?

Leave them on my desk.

They are on your desk.

DUCKY:
It's not often we get to walk
to a crime scene,

if this is a crime scene.

There's no blood, no bullet
holes, no knife punctures,

no obvious signs of bruising,
no ligature marks,

no petechial hemorrhaging
on the eye or eyelid.

Natural causes?

There's nothing natural

about a man of his age
keeling over

in a taxicab.

DINOZZO:
Maybe he died of embarrassment

when he couldn't pay
the cab fare.

(chuckles):
Alas, death by embarrassment

is not a certifiable cause,
however intriguing the notion.

(phone ringing)

Excuse me, Ducky.

It's about time
that boy fell in love.

TONY:
Hey.

I found a house.

House? Thought we were
renting an apartment.

No, we're buying a house.

Buying?

It's the most adorable
little bungalow, Tony.

Only Hollywood
has bungalows, Jeanne.

You don't want to buy
a house with me?

I love playing house with you.

Not the same thing.

Can I call you back tonight?
My boss

is on his way over and he
doesn't look very happy.

I thought you ran things
over there.

I do.

Just not all the time.

Um, we'll play house tonight.

Hey, I win the pool!

Wait a minute.
How do you figure that?

I predicted that Gibbs would
last four days as Director

before reverting
to working a case.

This is Thursday.

Four days!

He's not working the case.
He's just...

curious.

Every time he's been
at the crime scene,

he's been there to investigate.

How is today different?

He is in the Navy Yard

because that's where the
Director's office is located.

Let's ask him.

So you would have Gibbs give up
his post as Acting Director

just to win a $50 pool?

Yes.

Hmm, guess it's true what
they say about the Scotsmen.

I trust that if
Gibbs is more than

just curious,
you will inform me?

Scout's honor.

You said you were never in
the Boy Scouts.

I was an Alpha Chi Delta

wet T-shirt
spring-break talent scout.

Does that count?

Give me
some love.

You gave that man too much

to swallow in one bite,
Dr. Benoit.

It's a house, Carly,
not a steak.

From rental apartment
to buying a house

in one phone call,
are you crazy?

You got to take

these things slow.

Toss a few
home magazines around.

Leave the real estate section

of the Sunday paper
next to the toilet.

Well, he does crossword
puzzles in there.

Okay, talk to him about it
when he's vulnerable.

Hmm,

Tony's never vulnerable.

Not even when you put on
your best bedside manner?

Driver's name
is Joe Kelly.

He says the victim
hailed him on 25th Street

and told him
to bring him here.

To see?
Us.

He did not specify
a particular agent.

Mr. Kelly,

did you ever see
your fare before?

Never.

He seem injured or ill
when you picked him up?

Not really.

He was kind of
out of breath.

Like he was running?

Yeah, and he kept looking
back over his shoulder

like he thought someone
might be following us.

Were they?
Good luck tailing

anyone in D.C. traffic.

Did he speak to you?

Not a word.

As usual, I did
all the talking.

Passes the time,
you know?

I passed the time,
he passed away,

poor guy.
(phone rings)

Yeah, Gibbs.
SecNav is holding, sir.

SecNav? Tell him I'm...

I already told him you on the
Navy Yard and available, sir.

Cynthia, don't ever tell
anybody I'm available

until I tell you
I'm available, okay?

Yes, sir.
Put him through.

That the Director on the phone?

SecNav.

Wonder what Gibbs
did wrong.

Slipped into Jenny's heels.

Uh, Ziva, take
the driver's statement.

I already did.

McGee, crime scene
photos, finish 'em.

Yeah, I finished 'em.

You get an I.D.?

Yeah, the photo on the Yemeni's
driver's license

matches the victim's.

"Hamal Farhan."

No buzzers.

Bells.
GIBBS:
What else?

List, seven names on it,

Farhan is number five.

Obviously, whatever he wanted
to tell us

had something
to do with this list.

Find everyone on it.

So, uh, Director,

does that mean you're...?
I'm heading the investigation.

Hey, Duck,

you win the pool.

Yes!

Thank you, Jethro!

And I didn't do
anything wrong, McGee.

Black Rose has countered
our ejection-seat bid.

How does the POB hope

to maintain a classical
ballet company

if there are no classical
works scheduled?

I have no idea.

Black Rose, Rene?

What is Le Dame's bid?

Um... 20,000 Euros

per seat.

Double it.

I know you want
to corner the market

on F-14 components, Rene,

but even if the Iranians
pay top Euros,

by the time
we split the shipment

for transport...

We're not splitting
the shipment now.

It's all going on Le Tortue.

She sails for Hormuz

on the 23rd.

If the Americans stop her,

you risk losing not only
the components, but the ship.

$68 million and change.

Regine, the U.S. Navy

will seize Le Tortue after
she enters the Persian Gulf.

Don't you know
Americans pay more

to keep their F-14 parts

out of Iranian hands than
Iranians pay to get them.

So...

just double it.
Mmm.

Nice in 20 minutes.

Time to refresh.

A friend in the GRU

informs me that NCIS Naples
is quietly trying

to locate a former
Colonel-General

Dimitri Borov.

(chuckles, speaking
native language)

She is relentless.

Does that
surprise you?

She is the first female director
of an armed Federal Agency.

Have they located
Colonel-General Dimitri Borov?

Not yet.

Perhaps they should.

I've been hacking cabs
for 22 years.

Never had a fare
die on me.

Couple of heart attacks,

a suicide attempt or two,

but none
of 'em died.

Till now.

Anyone who does
something

for 22 years
must love it.
You kidding?

It's the best job in the world!

So now you think
I'm crazy, right?

But here's the thing.

My best friend,
I met him in the cab.

The guy who does my taxes,
I met him in the cab.

Poker buddies,
met 'em in the cab.

I even met my wife
in the cab.

Well, three out
of four ain't bad.

(chuckles)

This is your statement.

Read it.

If you agree,
sign it.

I think we should, uh,

call for a recount.

On what?
Ducky winning the pool.

Gibbs is up in
the Director's office

directing, right?

We're working the case.
He's not.

Because he's waiting for me
to give him an update.

Which I'm gonna do,
as soon as Mr. Kelly
signs his statement

and leaves.
I can go?

You can go to the head

or our conference room.

He said I could leave.

Well, what I say doesn't count

when the boss is here.

Like me when the wife is around.

Mr. Kelly.
Lead the way.

Follow me.

Update?

McGee.

According to Immigration,
Hamal Farhan

applied for a
student visa twice

and was turned
down twice.

Granted a six-month
tourist visa.

That was a year-and-a-half ago.

Even if he had it
extended for a year,

he's here illegally.

Should we notify Immigration
and deport him?

(chuckles)

That's a good
one, boss.

Uh... actually, his visa
was extended indefinitely.

Yemen added Farhan
to their Embassy personnel.

What are you trying to
do, make me look bad?

I just read it.

Added as what?

A gardener.

In here.

Anything I can
get you, Mr. Kelly?

My cab so I can leave.

To eat or drink?

Philly cheese steak
and a beer would be nice.

No alcoholic
beverages allowed.

I will work on
your sandwich.

You gonna lock me in?

Uh, no, but there will be
an escort outside the door.

Is that another name
for a guard?

(beeping)

Thelma, you're never gonna
believe where I am.

No, I'm not at Kelsey's Bar.

How did he die, Duck?

Quickly, Jethro,
as the meter ticked over

and without the driver
even noticing.

And whatever caused his demise
is not evident from my autopsy.

There's no sign of violence,
no lumps, bumps,

punctures
or holes.

Drug overdose?

Well, I can't say for certain

till I receive Abby's report.

But he didn't die
of a cardiac infarction

which is how
most overdoses kill.

His heart shows no sign
of coronary artery disease.

In fact, it's in
excellent condition,

as can be said
of all your organs.

Pity they couldn't all have
been donated.

They were all
so healthy.

Poison?

It's the most likely culprit,
but again, I await Abigail.

I thought you were supposed
to solve these riddles, Duck.

Abby and I like to share.

Right.
(phone ringing)

That wouldn't have
been your assistant,

would it, Director?

I do hate
a nagging woman, Duck.

She's only doing
her job, Jethro.

Ah, Abby.

Any news on the tox screen?

Abby, Abby, are you there?

Oh, I guess she must have...

gone.

ABBY:
Oh, this cab is bringing back
memories:

cheap vinyl, plastic divider,
dirty floors.

Actually, these floors
are pretty clean.

The ones I remember were dirty.

Let me guess.
Short-lived career as a cabbie?

Ah, a short-lived
encounter.

Ship in the night.

Ooh...

My first time.

For what?

Front seat or back?

Back. Well, both, kind of.

Oh! My first time
was in a weapons carrier.

BOTH:
Of course it was.

Where was the cabbie
when this encounter took place?

He was the cabbie,
putting himself through school.

It was his first
time, too.
First time for what?

Seeing a curling
match, Gibbs.

Have you ever seen
a curling match?

The pristine ice and those
little brooms that sweep...

That's a clean cab.

So, um, what killed him,

heart attack?

No, Ducky ruled out
a heart attack.

Poison looks better
all the time.

Well, Major Mass Spectrometer
is working as fast as he can.

Make him work faster, Abby.

Yes, sir.

Running shoe.

Yeah, that impression
matches Forhan's left foot.

The cab must have
been cleaned before
he was picked up.

After he hailed the cab,
like most passengers,

he didn't sit directly
behind the driver.

Crossed his leg like this.

Then he died.
(phone ringing)

In a very relaxed position.

May have been
a natural death, Gibbs.

I know he was healthy and
young, but it does happen.

SADS.

No, sad. No "S."

No, it is SADS;

Sudden Arrhythmia
Death Syndrome.

Right. Sorry.

It can leave the heart
looking perfectly normal.

McGee, you check out our cabbie?

Uh, not yet.
That is my next task.

Hey, boss.

Five of the seven names
found on the list

in Farhan's wallet
are dead.

A hit list?

When?
First died
three weeks ago.

The last-- not including
Farhan-- Monday.

Kind of rules out
your SADS theory, Ziva.

SADS?

Sudden Arrhythmia
Death Syndrome.

I know what it is, Ziva.
It's number two on the list.

Sean Price, 24,
died of SADS.

The others?

Heart attack.

Or a blown autopsy.

No autopsy.
He was 79.

One car crash,
one drowning.

One list,
five people.

You and Ziva go find the two
live names on this list.

Look for a connection.

David Brown and Robert Smith.

There'll be dozens of them.

I read the obits.

If there's a connection,
I didn't see it.

Oh, there's a connection.

What?
They're all dead.

Relax, Thelma, they won't
keep me here overnight.

I'll be out of here soon.

(makes kissing sound)
Right, boss?

I'm not your boss.

Right now it sure feels like it.

When'd you have the cab cleaned?

I got it that way from Dispatch.

How many fares before Farhan?

He was my first.

He was looking over his
shoulder?

Till he was sure
we weren't being tailed.

Then he relaxed.

Maybe I just thought
he relaxed,

seeing how he was dead.

Can I get my cab
and go now?

Not yet.

ZIVA:
I am very relieved

that none of the deceased
are your friends or relatives.

Hi, may I speak
with David Brown?

Yes, I am certain
they are dead.

Thanks.

Oh, no, no,
I-I wouldn't send flowers.

May I speak
with David Brown?

If you wish
to send a sympathy card,

I am sure it would be
very appreciated.

Well, you have a good life, too.

I wouldn't normally
ask you this,

but since you don't know
the deceased,

I was wondering
if you'd be interested

in subscribing to our DVD club.

It's mostly
East German films.

Because I have a very special...

(line disconnects)
(chuckles)

Gets 'em off the line
fast every time.

Hey, boss, 32 David Browns
in the metro area.

So far I've talked to four.

41 Robert Smiths, two.

And I notified the Yemen
embassy of...

CYNTHIA:
Director Gibbs!

Your cell phone is off.

Because I shut it off.

The Yemen embassy
has been calling

for the Director.
Did you tell them

she's in Paris?
Yes.

Good.

I also told them
you were Acting Director.

They're sending an attaché
to identify the body.

Yes, that is him,
Hamal Farhan.

When will the body
be released?

When we know how he died

and why.
You suspect murder?

I always suspect murder
when a healthy young man

dies of no
apparent cause.

Finding the cause of death
could take several days.

Weeks.

It is our request
that Mr. Farhan

be turned over to the
embassy immediately.

Kid must have been
a hell of a gardener.

He had no family in America.

We take care of our own.

This time of night,
the embassy sends an e-mail,

not a cultural attaché,

Dr. Temani.

You are Acting Director
of NCIS, I believe?

Director will be back
at the end of the week

if you want to wait around.

Mr. Farhan wanted to attend
an American university,

but was repeatedly denied
a student visa.

So he took up gardening?

Only on paper.

He stops at the embassy

every Friday
just to pick up

a paycheck.

He was connected.
Yes.

The son of one of
the Prime Minister's advisors.

Hamal wanted to learn English

and study American culture,

nothing more.

Did I say there was?

No, but I know
what you're thinking.

Hamal was not the type to
be involved with terrorism.

He asked to be brought
to NCIS for a reason.

I cannot imagine why.

The last person
from your country who asked

to talk to NCIS was killed.

When was that?

October 10, 2000.

Two days before the terrorist
attack on USS Cole.

TONY:
Do you know Maury Goldberg,
Thomas West,

Adam Zeileg, Sean Price or

Hamal Farhan?

Adam West?
No, not Adam West.

Adam Zeileg or Thomas West.

Burt Ward is a good
friend of mine.

You know Burt Ward?

Yeah, I do.
Really? Holy molars!

(chuckling):
No kidding.

On The Simpsons? Which one?

Is that the one with
the Muslim guy on the bike?

Uh, thanks for your help,
Mr. Brown.

Tell Burt,

Tony says hi.

I know, boss.
This isn't TV trivia.

A dead man was left
on our doorstep

clutching a hit list.

Well, not exactly clutching, but
with a hit list in his wallet,

and we have to find
the two names on the list

that haven't been hit yet
before they are hit.

No, DiNozzo.

No?

We have to
find the dirt bag

(loudly):
that killed the
other five!

Agent Gibbs?
What?!

Justice called
on the Scoletti case.

They've granted
the defense permission

to do their own
ballistics test tomorrow.

Tell Special Agent Gillman
this is his case.

As Acting Director,
you have to sign off

on it.

We still have those
case files to review.

We can do them later.

Joe Kelly.

McGEE:
Uh, legit.

He's had a hack license
in D.C. for 22 years.

Other than a couple of minor
traffic violations, he's clean.

He has been
here a while.

Should we
release him?

If I wanted him
released, McGee...

You would have told me.

Scoletti's lawyers have
a hired gun coming in

to check Abby's ballistics.

Tell Abby.
I'd really
rather not.

It wasn't a request.

ZIVA:
When is the
Director returning?

Sometime tomorrow.

I don't think Gibbs
is going to last that...

Hello?
Yes. Mister Smith.

I'm calling from NCIS.

Naval Criminal
Investigative Service.

They're questioning the validity
of my ballistics?!

Scoletti's lawyers
are desperate.

They're desperate.

They're like
drowning men grasping...

At thin polystyrene tubes?

I-I was going to say straws,
but I do like that idiom better.

Well, because
mine's more accurate.

I mean, does saying, "grasping
at straws" tell you

if they're made out
of paper or glass

or metal or polystyrene? No!

I pride myself on the accuracy
of my forensics,

and lawyers...
lawyers are questioning it!

Abby, they don't know you
like we know you.

Okay? They're hoping
that you made a mistake,

but when their ballistic experts
don't find any,

that makes your forensics
all the more damning in court.

So please do not let
desperate lawyers grasping

at thin polystyrene tubes
upset you, please?

I love you, McGee.

Not like love
you, love you.

Not that I don't love you,
because I do, kind of.

You know, like...
like the way I love puppies.

I-I could have done
without the comparison.

But I love puppies.

You'll just have to wait.

They can't hold me
here overnight.

My wife doesn't believe
I'm being held by Navy cops.

He's a material
witness.

Thanks, pal.

You know how wives are--

they don't trust you
as far as they can kick you.

Wouldn't know.
Never married.

How did you get away?

After a while, women--
they just don't like me.

What do you do,
leave the toilet lid up?

I know when they're lying.

Men, too.

From the top.

(sighs):
Oh!

The guy was my first fare.

Flagged me down outside
Kelsey's Bar on 25th.

(sighs)

Done.

I have a dozen
Smiths left.

Want to take half of them?

(laughs)

I don't think so.

Hey!

Will make it worth your wow.

While.

Not wow.
Wow makes
more sense.

You're right.
Wow would be better.

Then you'll help me?

No.

Hey.

Did you call to apologize?

Uh, yeah.

You're right.
I was in a rush.

I should have taken more time.

Me, too.

I sprung
that house on you.

It was a surprise.

You willing to look
at it with me?

(laughs)

Look?

Yeah, when?

Saturday.

Deal.

I got to go.

I love you, Tony.

Love you, too, Jeanne.

McGEE:
Come on.

You can tell us
what you're feeling.

Stop nagging my baby

or you can plot
the mass spectrum

on a graph yourself, McGee.

Perfect.

You know what they say about
the watched pot, right?

Don't you have
something to do?

No.

Not until Major Mass Spec
tells me

if Farhan was poisoned or not.

Be a good boy

and go get me Scoletti's weapon
out of the evidence locker.

You going to run

another ballistics test?

No, I've already
quadruple-checked that,

but the serial number was
filed off of the weapon.

I used an acid-etching solution
to lift it up.

I'm going to quadruple-
check that now.

Abby.

You did not make an error.

By the time
you get back,

the kettle will be whistling.

(beeping)

If not sooner.

Saxitoxin?
Never heard of it.

It's a neurotoxin.

It's found in most cases of
paralytic shellfish poisoning.

He ate a bad clam?

I don't know.

What are you
looking for?

Gibbs.

He has this uncanny way
of just showing up

whenever I make a discovery.

He's a little
bit off his game

since he's been
playing Director.

GIBBS:
Is that so, McGee?

Both of you, get down here.

Saxitoxin is produced
by a single-cell organism

that flourishes
in the warm months.

It is eaten by oysters, clams,
mussels, and is responsible

for the deadly phenomenon
known as "red tide."

The poison disrupts
the electrical impulses

to the brain, and the
body basically forgets

how to breathe,
how to live,

and it's practically
undetectable.

Good work, my dear.

Thank you, Ducky.

You're welcome
Whenever you two are done.

(sighs)

Yes, well,

six-tenths of
a milligram

could kill an adult.

That level is
consistent with, well,

for example,
improperly prepared fugu.

That's, uh,
blowfish.

Japanese delicacy.

Farhan's death was accidental?

DUCKY:
Not likely.

His stomach was empty.

And even
if it wasn't,

the saxitoxin levels were

a hundred times higher
than he could have

possibly consumed
by eating shellfish.

There's nothing in nature with
that high of a concentration.

During the '50s,

a suicide pill was synthesized
using contaminated butter clams.

By who?

Our old friends.

The CIA.

(phone ringing)

Shepard.

Colonel-General Borov.

Who is this?

I have located him.

Place de la Concorde.

Circle the obelisk.

I will be waiting

where Marie lost her head.

Ten minutes.

Place de la Concorde.

And hit it.

Yes, Director.

(indistinct conversations)

(grunting)

(pressurized hissing)

(clicking)

SHEPARD:
There he is.

Pull over.

After Pulp Fiction,

a gun aimed my way in
a car makes me nervous.

Put it away, Hektor.

And turn around,

Hektor.

This is to be a
private conversation.

Colonel-General Borov?

No foreplay?

No time.

So American.

Is La Grenouille in Paris?

That's better.

No.

He is in Nice.

I'm joining him later tonight.

Why is the CIA helping me?

Perhaps we believe
in righting a wrong.

Colonel-General Borov's
address.

He's in the hospital?

Dying of lung cancer.

Pull over by the bridge.

There's an e-ticket
in your name

with a visa
at Charles de Gaulle.

Aeroflot Flight
SU 252 to Moscow.

It departs in three hours.

(kiss)

Au revoir, Cherie.

*

(buzzing, elevator dinging)

*

(door buzzing)

We are trying
to establish a timeline

of Farhan's final ride, Gibbs.

Taxicab's onboard computer

tracked his movements
with a GPS,

and determined the fare based
on how many zones it crossed.

Our cabbie did not take the most
direct route from the Embassy.

TONY:
This is America, Ziva.

Land of opportunity.

No cabbie ever takes
the quickest route.

He dropped down
along the river,

circumvented the city center.

How much?

$27.65.

Hope you guys
are on overtime.

Is this the route you took
to the Navy Yard this afternoon?

More or less.

More.

The fare was $27.65.

It does not match
the distance

you said you traveled.

There was traffic.

I was trying to avoid it.

Got jammed up.

He wasn't complaining, you know?

Because he was dead.

(phone ringing)

The wife.

I'm going to take this

because she scares me
more than you guys.

Thelma?
I made the switch.

Now get us the hell out of here.

I'm trying, Thelma, I'm trying.

Yeah, well, try harder,
sweet pea.

I'm pretty sure they're going
to let me go soon.

Well, they'd better, or you're
going to end up like your fare.

Love you, too, sweetheart.

Thelma's really
getting worried.

The route.

Okay, so maybe I took
the long way around.

What cabbie doesn't
now and then?

Report me to
the commission.

I'll report myself
to the commission.

Just tell me we're done.

Tell me I can get my cab
and go home to Thelma.

Abby's done with the taxi

and he's been
here all day.

Call the front gate.

Thank you.

Thank you...

thank you...
thank you.

(laughing)

Just go home to your wife.

Did I tell you Thelma and I
are going to take a cruise

to the Bahamas?

Bingo.

So how did it get there,
Abigail?

What are we watching?

It's an NSA decryption
program scanning

all possible connections
between people on the list.

TONY:
There's a five
and a three

in all their Social
Security numbers.

Except for Farhan, who didn't
have a Social Security card.

I have the numbers
three and five in mine.

Me, too.
That's it?

No other connections?
Nope.

No common churches,
social clubs,

schools,
fraternities, nothing.

The only place these
people ever met was

in the obituaries.

Pull up the full pages
of the obituaries.

What do your eyes go to?

The photos.

You think their names
were randomly picked

from the obits?

Gives the appearance
of a hit list.

The only one actually
murdered was Farhan.

Why?

To distract us.

ABBY:
Gibbs, Gibbs, Gibbs, Gibbs.

Unless this foam
grew legs,

something weird is going on.

Not that polyurethane
foam growing legs

isn't weird in
the first place,

but, um, this is the
foam that we found

on the floor of the taxi,

and this foam is
exactly the same.

Well, I just found this foam
inside evidence lock-up.

David.

Too late, he's gone.

Speed it up.
15's the limit.

Never had my ass give me orders.

What?

Main gate's coming up. Shh.

Hi.

NCIS call about me?

They did, sir.

Both hands on the wheel.

Okay, okay, whatever you say.

Step out of
the taxi.

Hands on the wheel or step out?
I can't do both.

Guess.

Oh, man.

Both hands
on the hood.

What is this, Baghdad?

Gibbs!

Thank God you're here.

Tell these Gyrines I can go.

Clear.

Clear? It's empty.

Front or back?
What?

Which seat?!

Which seat?

What are you
talking about?

The accomplice you smuggled

into the evidence lock-up.

Accomplice?

Thelma looks like you

when she's pissed, only she
doesn't have a gun, thank God.

Front or back?

Front, front.

Name?

Mario Vincetti.

Mario!

Special Agent Gibbs. Come out.

Slowly, hands first.

There's no sense
in getting...

(fires gunshot,
Joe screams)

MARIO:
Don't shoot. I'm coming out.

I said drive faster.

And to think
I pitied

a murderer.

Murderer?

That guy was murdered?

I didn't know.

I ain't no murderer.

Mario told me

the guy was a stiff they
got from a funeral home.

Tell 'em.

Let Scoletti's lawyers
do the talking, dummy.

Scoletti's
lawyers

got us into this mess.

MARIO:
Shut up!

Honest, I didn't know
they killed the guy.

I was going to
get ten grand,

take Thelma on a Princess
cruise to the Bahamas.

A second honeymoon.

We never had a first.

Tell her enough
with the evil eye.

It reminds me of my mother.

You're comparing me
to your mother.

Just the eyes and maybe a
little around the mouth.

Permission to shoot?

Oh.

(woman speaking Russian)

And you come all the way from
America to see my grandfather?

Actually, I was in Paris
when I found out he was ill.

He is dying.

This week, perhaps next.

Lung cancer.

I'm sorry.

Still, you must have flown
half the day to get here.

I'm writing my
father's biography.

He and the Colonel-General
were close friends.

They were adversaries, yes?

Sometimes adversaries
make the best friends.

Most days the morphine
affects his memory.

Let's hope
this isn't one of them.

(speaking Russian)

Stuff the crocus.

Do you have a cigarette?

(speaking Russian)

Cigarettes put you here.

Oh, what are they going to do?

Kill me twice?

(laughs, coughs)

(speaking Russian)

It appears to be a good day.

I will find a vase.

Do you have a cigarette?

Mm.

(coughs loudly)

Your father and I swapped

Cuban cigars
for American cigarettes.

(coughs)

Like vodka.

It does not burn so much
the second time.

You... did not come...

all this way
to watch an old man die.

No.

I came for your signature.

W-What does it say?

That you verified

the destruction of
Warsaw Pact weapons

that were
in fact acquired

by an arms dealer
known as La Grenouille.

(sighs)

Are you angry at your father?

No.

Why would you even think that?

(coughs)

We had to mutually verify.

La Grenouille paid him, too.

That's a lie.

A dying man does not lie.

Ask your father.

My father's dead.

He beat me to it.

When?

12 years ago.

(laughs)

The old fox.

One last move
in the game, huh?

(laughs)

My father has been dead
since '95.

He stood

where you stand...

three weeks ago,

smoking a cigar.

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