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Shoot.

(SCREAMING)

Grab your gear.

-My three favourite words. -Where to?

St. Mary's River State Park.

Right here.

-Maryland. -Good guess.

Think you can guess how to drive there?

I'd say the fastest way would be to take the beltway to Highway 235 south,

take that to Route 50 and then

punch it into the nav system when we get lost.

What's in the park?

A deer hunter who stumbled on to an aircraft drop tank.

Navy markings.

We're driving to Maryland to look at a drop tank?

It's got a body inside.

-Now, that's different. -Yeah, I thought so.

You pick up Ducky.

Tony, you gas the truck.

Gibbs, you know, most agencies have people who do that sort of thing.

So do we.

Bow hunter was tracking a deer, stumbled across the drop tank.

-He's the one who opened the hatch? -That's right.

-How did he get so... -I believe "mummified"

is the adjective you're searching for.

Now, the tank must have been airtight

creating a hermetic environment.

No air, no bugs, no critters.

-And more important, no bacteria. -Got an estimated time of death, Duck?

Very amusing, Jethro.

I thought it was a missile or a bomb of some kind until I tapped it.

It sounded hollow,

so I cleared some leaves away and found the hatch.

-Your curiosity got the best of you? -Wouldn't yours?

Yeah, you know what, it probably would have.

-Did you remove the flight bag? -Yeah.

-Touch anything else? -Not after I saw King Tut.

Well, we'll need your prints,

separate them from any others we find on the tank.

-Yeah. -Thanks.

"Lieutenant Commander Farnsworth."

-Think he's our mummy? -I don't know. Bag it.

No, I can't do anything for this gentleman until we cut him out of here.

I know what this is, boss.

External fuel tank?

Three hundred and seventy gallon external fuel tank off an F-14 Tomcat.

A few were converted into camera or cargo pods. This one's a cargo pod.

I'm impressed.

Didn't become an NCIS agent yesterday, Kate.

-As a matter of fact, tomorrow is... -It'll have been two years.

That's kind of touching, Gibbs, remembering the day you hired me.

Yeah, well, seemed like a good idea at the time.

-Duck, is it okay if I touch? -By all means.

Our sailor is a lieutenant.

GIBBS: Flight bag's not his. KATE: See his dog tags?

Nope.

Get a flatbed.

Take our Lieutenant and his pod back home with us.

Let me guess. You're gonna suggest I ride back in the flatbed with the driver.

Wasn't a suggestion.

Abby, find any prints on there beside the hunter's?

I pulled some partials off the inside of the hatch that weren't his.

-Victim's? -I doubt it.

Mummies aren't generally the self-help type.

Let's run the prints through the military database.

You got it. And there's a serial number on the underside of the tank.

The paint's kind of worn off, but I can bring it up.

Good. If that tank came off a Tomcat, somebody filed a TFOA report.

TFOA?

-"Things falling off aircraft." -You're kidding.

Nope, that's what they're called.

Squadrons have kept files on those, going back to biplanes.

-All right. -Come on.

Okay, on three. One, two...

Sailor on a half-shell.

-Abby, please. -Sorry.

It's not unlike the Egyptians, however.

Their mummified dead were buried along with

personal treasures to accompany them on the journey to the afterlife.

Where he could squeeze in 18 now and then.

He's not wearing shoes.

I kick mine off when I fly.

-We got an ID. -Lieutenant Mark Schilz.

He's not a golfer. This bag belongs to Lieutenant Lynch.

Gold wedding band.

Looks like Lieutenant Schilz left someone behind.

Okay, we got a name, we got a serial number,

TFOA!'ll find the plane and the squadron.

And we'll crack the secret of the mummy's curse in no time!

-Abby. “What?

Lieutenant Schilz's service record.

He was reported missing at sea off the Eisenhower.

-Amend it. He's no longer missing. -The carrier was a day out of Norfolk

at the end of a six-month deployment in the Med.

-When? -March 4, 1994.

He was declared a deserter 30 days later

and he received a dishonourable discharge.

Dishonourable?

Lieutenant Schilz was charged in absentia

with theft of government property.

The cargo pod.

$1 .2 million out of the Eisenhower's safe.

He was their Disbursing Officer.

I just spent three riveting hours

sorting through squadron records at the safety centre.

Found the aircraft that dropped the pod.

An F-14 Tomcat.

From a squadron on the Eisenhower?

Yeah. VF-212. The Red Wolves.

Coming home from a deployment?

After six months in the Med.

Wanna give me the names of the Tomcat crew?

Well, it's safe to assume one of them wasn't Lieutenant Schilz.

Why ride in a pod when you got a seat in the cockpit?

Pilot was Lieutenant Commander Farnsworth.

Yeah, good news, Commander.

It took 10 years, but we located your luggage.

The golf clubs belong to his RIO, Lieutenant Lynch.

RIO?

Radar Intercept Officer. Also called a GIBS, one "B."

-Short for "Guy in Back." -Why do you need two "B's"?

Second one's for "bastard." What else, Tony?

VF-212 flew off the Eisenhower for Pax River

the day before she docked at Norfolk.

"She"?

Tony, it's named after Dwight David Eisenhower for God's sake.

Maybe, she was named for Mamie.

Their flight path took them over lower Maryland.

Where the Tomcat lost an external cargo pod.

No one on the ground reported being whacked in the head,

so the Navy conducted a cursory search and wrote it off.

This was in the spring of '94?

No.

Abby estimated how long the pod's been in the ground, right?

No.

Ducky calculated the time it took Lieutenant Schilz to mummify?

No.

Okay.

How do you know the date?

I pulled Lieutenant Schilz's service record.

-You took the easy way. -Yeah, not so easy.

Our mummified lieutenant went UA with $1 .2 million.

He was the Disbursing Officer on the Eisenhower.

Our mummy's a crook.

Who tried to make his getaway in a cargo pod.

I doubt it. Air's cold and thin at 30,000 feet. He'd know that.

Where's the money?

It's not in the pod or Abby'd be up here screaming "Lotto."

According to his service record, it was never found.

Tony, pull our files on the investigation

since you're such an expert at looking up names.

I wouldn't say I'm an expert.

If he's still working for us

I wanna talk to the onboard NCIS special agent in '94.

-What if he's not with us? -l wanna talk to

the onboard NCIS special agent in '94.

-Our mummy had a wedding ring. -And a wife to go with it.

-Got a current address? -Not yet.

The deceased is a Caucasian male, 20 to 25, approximately 5'7".

The facial bone structure indicates Nordic descent.

It matches Lieutenant Schilz's description.

Commissioned before the DNA database was initiated.

Oh. Well, young man, we'll have to match your smile.

You know, the Lieutenant was in remarkable condition,

given the precipitous fall.

The jaw was broken, fractured.

Post-mortem, no sign of bleeding.

The injury is consistent with a nine-iron or possibly a sand wedge.

Definitely one of the lofted clubs he flew with.

Ducky, I'm not interested in what happened to him after he died.

I'm surprised to hear you say that, Gibbs.

You know post-mortem details can be extremely revealing.

Remember that case four years ago,

where the young marine was buried in an anthill up to his neck?

Duck, eight years ago.

How did he die?

Well, it can't be eight years. No, I know it wasn't!

Four years ago, your third wife hit you over the head with a baseball bat.

And I distinctly remember the ant-eaten marine

on that table there when I stitched you up.

Ducky, how did our young Lieutenant die?

You know, I think the poor fellow bled out.

I made a minimal incision in the chest cavity

and came across evidence of massive internal haemorrhaging.

-From? -I don't know yet.

But something quite small must have punctured the chest cavity.

Yes, I'll need to send the poor boy for a CAT scan to get a proper look.

Couldn't have happened when he augered in, in the pod?

No! As I told you, the fracture to the jaw was post-mortem,

obviously inflicted by the crash.

This amount of bleeding could only occur when he was alive.

Which means that Lieutenant Schilz was murdered

and then stuffed in the pod.

Yes. Yes, I suppose it does.

Gotta be decaf.

-What? -That coffee you drink.

-High test. -Don't you twitch?

Nope.

-How's it coming? -Still no address.

You know,

if Lieutenant Schilz stole the money, he didn't do it alone.

Why do you say that?

Someone murdered him and stuffed him in the pod.

Maybe an accomplice didn't wanna share the $1 .2 million.

Couldn't he have surprised the thief

in the disbursing office and been murdered?

Well, no. Then someone would have to carry the body from there

to the cargo pod without being seen.

No easy thing to do on a ship with 6,000 souls.

Oh, I found Lieutenant Schilz's widow.

-She's remarried and living in Arlington. -Well, go get her.

-Was it something I said? -Not yet.

Well,

looks like we're gonna have to go to Hawaii, boss.

Now, it's what you said.

NCIS special agent afloat, Richard Owens

investigated the robbery in '94.

He's currently assigned to NCIS, Pearl Harbour.

Or we could always use video conferencing.

You know Owens?

-No. -Didn't think you would.

He's considerably younger than you are.

What would you consider considerably?

Well, the guy was young, Gibbs.

Only 28. Makes him 37 now.

Then considerably would not be an accurate description.

-I didn't realise, boss. How old are you? -Doesn't matter how old I am.

Well, it does actually. ‘Cause it gives me a reference point

-for the word that you're... -Can I see the file?

Yeah, after 40 everybody's eyes, you know...

Night of the robbery, there was a report of a man overboard.

"Aft watch spotted

"a life vest beacon in the carrier wake."

You're embarrassed to tell me how old you are.

Not at all.

"Schilz's shoes were found

"in the hold full of scrapped life vests."

Yeah, Navy presumed that he robbed the disbursing office,

faked falling overboard and then sat tight with the cash

until the carrier put in to Norfolk.

They based all this on finding his shoes in the hold?

Well, maybe the Navy read Agent Owens' notes.

They're attached to the back of the file.

"Lieutenant Schilz must have eluded the night watch

"and slipped over the side without his shoes to swim ashore."

Eye strain.

Losing Mark at sea was bad enough,

but to have him accused of stealing money.

I'm sorry. I realise this is opening old wounds.

No, at least finding his body will end the vicious gossip.

There was a rumour that he had started a new life

with the money and a new woman.

-Here you go. -Thank you.

Was there any basis for it?

We'd only been married a year,

and six months of that he was at sea, Agent Todd.

-Well, it doesn't sound likely, does it? -No.

No more likely than his being a thief.

Mark was a good man. He loved the Navy.

Even if it didn't love him back.

But that'll change now, won't it?

He'll be exonerated.

We have reopened the investigation.

But it seems so obvious.

Whoever took the money murdered Mark.

That's a very real possibility.

He wouldn't have even been in that tank

unless someone put him there.

So, you're remarried.

Yes. After six years, I had Mark declared dead.

Randy helped me move on.

Navy didn't even send a flag for his memorial service.

-That seems rather harsh. -I could have done without the flag,

but not to receive death benefits or child support,

that was harsh.

You haven't gotten anything?

Flags and benefits are only for the honourably discharged.

You haven't been in the Navy very long, have you?

I'm still not.

As I told you, I'm an NCIS special agent.

I've been that for only a month.

I don't care for myself. Randy and I get by,

but if you clear Mark's name, Alicia will benefit.

She'll have a better life.

-Money for college. -She's beautiful.

Mark never saw her.

He called, though, the morning she was born.

I held the phone to her ear so she could hear her daddy's voice.

-He called you from the carrier? -Yeah. No, it wasn't easy then.

I don't know how he did it

but somehow Mark got a call to me in Bethesda early in the morning.

That was the last time I ever heard his voice.

-The day your daughter was born? -Yeah.

And the day Mark disappeared.

I would have never guessed he flew off that ship.

I don't think it was his idea.

I was sure he swum ashore with the cash.

That damn case has been the only blotch on my record for 12 years.

Didn't do much for Lieutenant Schilz's record, either.

Hey, he stole the money. I'll stand by that.

Well, if he stole it, Agent Owens, where is it?

Beats me, but it's not on that ship.

We searched every inch of it for him and the cash.

The Eisenhower docked the next day. How long did you search?

-I don't remember. -Two days.

Who searched?

Hell, the entire crew.

Finders keepers? Treasure hunt?

What are you implying, Gibbs?

Nothing. I'm just wondering how you managed to search

every inch of a 95,000 ton, 24-storey tall,

1,049 foot-long aircraft carrier in two days.

We couldn't keep the crew any longer than that.

They'd been deployed for six months.

Their families were waiting dockside.

Which means you didn't search every inch.

So, as far as you know, that money could still be on board.

It could be, but it isn't.

Another assumption, Special Agent Owens?

Or do you know this as fact?

I don't like the tone of this.

You've got my report.

I have nothing more to tell you.

Okay. We'll see.

The Eisenhower is currently doing quals in the Atlantic.

She'll be back in Norfolk for weekend liberty.

Be there. 0700, Saturday.

You cannot order me back to that...

-How did you know those statistics? -Read them.

You put it back together.

Yeah. I had to study the fibreglass sarcophagus in one piece.

-What did you find? -Something hinky.

Okay, the pod is attached to the Tomcat

by an MXU rack with two hooks.

It's here and here.

Wasn't sure you could see them, boss.

-Go on. -The hooks fit in these holes.

Now, when the pilot wants to eject the pod,

he flips a switch, the hooks disengage.

-And the pod drops away. -Well, actually, it's kicked away.

The forward and aft ejectors fire and kick it off the wing.

TFOA report said the pilot didn't touch the pod ejector switch.

The pod just fell away. Was he lying?

No. If he had popped it,

the ejectors would have made dents in the pod.

No. No dents.

No dents. Just damage from ploughing into mother earth.

You know, when you think about it,

if the lieutenant was still alive,

that would have been one hell of a ride.

(WHOOSHING)

Well, it would.

Oh, just figuring that out now?

You know, it's not polite to talk with your hands.

Gibbs, come look at these holes.

Yeah. Top of the hole's damaged.

This one, too.

To remove a pod on deck,

you insert a key into the MXU rack and turn it.

That withdraws the hooks. Now, if you turn the key only until

the tips of the hooks are holding onto the pod, then...

It should tear loose on the cat shot and leave marks like these on the holes.

Except, the mummy's curse was working,

so the tips held on to the pod until it was over Maryland.

I got it.

Abby, there was no mummy 10 years ago,

so how could there be a curse?

It's like a chicken and egg thing, Tony.

I interviewed Lieutenant Schilz's widow. They had a child, Alicia.

Nine years old, and she's as pretty as her mom.

I knew I should have taken that interview.

-She's remarried, Tony. -Yeah?

He does this just to screw with me, don't you?

Do you have a report to make, Agent Todd?

Mary got a call from her first husband the day he disappeared.

She'd just given birth at the Bethesda Naval Hospital,

and he called her from the carrier.

So?

So, it was a big deal to call home from a ship in '94.

The signal was bounced off a satellite

and routed through the comm office in Norfolk.

-You traced the time of the call? -Navy doesn't get rid of anything.

Comm office records show that a Lieutenant Schilz

called Bethesda Naval Hospital from CVN-69, that's the Eisenhower,

at 0533 on the fourth of March, 1994, and the call lasted 12 minutes.

Tony, what time did the schmuck's report

say the disbursing office was robbed?

-What schmuck? -Our schmuck, unfortunately.

Between 2100 hours, March 3, when the office was secured,

and 0700 on the fourth,

when it was opened by the Assistant Disbursing Officer

Doesn't let him off the hook.

...Ensign Wiles.

Wiles? Randy Wiles?

No, you're not getting me to bite again. You read this report.

No, Mrs Schilz told you.

-Actually, she did. -l knew it.

Only she didn't tell me that Randy Wiles was the Assistant Disbursing Officer.

She said he was her husband.

This is why I jumped at being stationed at Pearl.

It's only November, and I'm freezing.

-I hate Norfolk. -Could be Bremerton.

All right, where the hell is he?

I didn't fly standby and sit next to a toilet for 12 hours

to freeze my ass off waiting.

First class toilet?

Sorry.

Talking to me like I'm some kind of newbie.

Who the hell does this Gibbs think he is, anyway?

Ten years, and this case is still haunting me.

It's like I'm cursed.

What? What's funny?

Our lab tech believes there's a curse.

But she's a Goth, you know,

with the chains and the tats and the piercing.

And you're so...

How old do you think Gibbs is?

RANDY: Pull!

Very nice.

-Very nice. -Thanks. You here to shoot?

I hope not. I'm Special Agent Gibbs.

This is Special Agent Todd, NCIS. Lady inside said you're the manager.

Randy Wiles?

Formerly Ensign Randy Wiles.

I saw on the news.

If you're here to talk about Mark, I told you guys all I know years ago.

You didn't say you were gonna marry his wife.

-You talked to Mary? -I did.

And funny thing, she never once mentioned

marrying her husband's shipmate.

She doesn't know that Mark and I served together.

How could she not know?

We met at Mark's memorial service.

What did you say?

"I was passing by, dug the music, decided to drop in"?

Something pretty close to that.

I was afraid that if I told her I knew Mark,

she'd ask a lot of questions.

I didn't think I'd fall in love with her.

And then when I did, it was too late.

Bounce.

Yeah.

-Bounce? -It's a film.

Ben Affleck gives up his seat on this flight

for a guy who needs to get home.

Plane crashes, guy dies.

He looks up the widow, Gwyneth Paltrow.

He means to tell her the story,

but by the time they come around to it, they've fallen in love,

and he's afraid if he tells her, it'll ruin it.

That's what happened to me.

I believe him.

Of course, you believe him, it's a chick flick.

In a guy flick, you steal the money

you set Lieutenant Schilz up to take the fall,

you murder him and you marry his wife.

-That is sick. -It sure is.

Agent Todd, you will realise after being here more than a month,

that there are a lot of sick people in the world.

Are you one of those, Randy?

This is my day job.

At night, I do freelance accounting.

Mary and I rent a house. Alicia goes to public school.

I drive a 6-year-old Saturn.

Now, do you think I'd live like that if I had a million bucks?

Yeah, you're right, you were doing better in the Navy.

(SCOFFS) No. Navy cleared me, doesn't mean they trusted me.

Your disbursing clerk, Petty Officer Toner,

she left the Navy, too. They pass her over?

Erin enlisted to catch an officer.

OWENS: Petty Officer Toner was a hottie, if you know what I mean.

Oh, yeah? Did you investigate this hottie?

It's in my report.

So is the assumption that Lieutenant Schilz

left his shoes on board so he could swim ashore.

That's not in my report.

No, that was in your attached notes.

I didn't think the Navy was gonna look at my notes.

You didn't think about anything except getting ashore.

That's not fair, Gibbs.

Neither is convicting a man in absentia for a sloppy investigation.

Lieutenant Schilz was the only one who could have done it.

Wiles was in an all-night poker game, and Erin was already in her quarters.

TONY: How do you know?

That cruise was the first time females were deployed at sea.

If they weren't in chow or at work, they were in female country.

The Navy ran that area like it was a sorority. No men allowed.

I'll bet you all you did was take her word.

How many women got pregnant on that cruise, Special Agent Owens?

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

Quite a few, Agent.

Guess the house mothers weren't on top of the log book.

Gibbs.

Lieutenant Commander Farnsworth and Ensign Lynch

died in a ramp strike two years ago.

I won't say it sounds like Abby's curse of the mummy, but...

Well, if they were still in the Navy two years ago,

we can cross them off our list of millionaire accomplices.

You mean suspects.

Lieutenant Schilz was probably killed by an accomplice.

Or killed catching the thief in the act.

Are you interested in clearing him or catching the bad guys?

Both. If we exonerate him,

then his wife and daughter will get the death benefits they deserve.

Did you locate Petty Officer Toner?

Traced her to West Chester, PA, on my way now.

The pilot and his RIO are dead.

I don't even want to hear the word "curse" out of your mouth, DiNozzo.

-Would I say that, boss? -You said it to me.

You said it first.

-Nice drive, Ben. -Oh, yeah!

For someone with your swing.

Miss Toner?

-The pro told me you were teeing off. -I was trying to.

Sorry.

I've just drove in from D.C. to speak with you.

It'll only take a few minutes.

Do you know anything about golf etiquette, young woman?

Not really.

This is a private club. How'd you get in here?

I showed these at the gate.

I'm sorry to hear that Mark's been dead all these years.

I always imagined him on some beach in Mexico, sipping margaritas.

You believe he stole the money.

Well, he and Randy were the only ones who had the combo

and Randy was playing poker all night.

Had to have been Mark.

Well, if that's true, then his accomplice got away with the money.

Easy to see where you're going with this, Agent Todd.

You said you saw my house, nice.

This country club, also nice.

Both expensive. I didn't marry money.

Yet.

And with the losers in my family, I sure as hell didn't inherit it.

So you're wondering if I was in on it with Mark.

Killed him and took the money.

Well, either that or you won the lottery.

$2 million.

I carry this for good luck.

You can laminate a losing ticket.

Oh, come on home with me, honey.

I'll show you the write-up from the Canton Gazette.

It was too big to laminate, though. I had to have it framed.

Let's go.

Fore!

Never do that again.

I'm sorry, I didn't know you were going to get all freaked out.

Well, it's an automatic reflex when one is a golfer, Abigail.

Please don't call me Abigail.

Then don't yell "fore" when I have a niblick in my hand.

A niblick? Sounds like a sex act.

Yes, that's what I thought it was the first time I heard the term.

A niblick is what a nine-iron used to be called

when golf was the province of Scottish nobles,

not the democratic "lovely walk spoiled" by the weekend duffer.

So, what? You think he was killed by a niblick to the kidney?

No, no, no, no.

The CAT scan revealed a puncture wound to the chest cavity,

caused by a thin, sharp object,

that perforated the pericardial sack and then penetrated the heart.

-Ouch! -Ouch, indeed.

So what about your niblick?

I was trying to see if this could have caused these hair fractures

to the pelvis and lumbar vertebrae.

But it's too flexible to cause uniform fracturing

across both sides of the pelvis.

No, it had to be an object much more rigid.

What about his abrupt stop on an e-ticket ride?

No, no, no, no. There are faint traces of bleeding on the CAT scan.

No, these fractures occurred

before or immediately after he expired.

Are you sure

you didn't find anything here in this area on his uniform?

No, nothing that would cause these. But I wasn't looking closely.

Look closely, my dear.

Of course, my darling.

(CHUCKLES)

The robbery is a legend on this ship.

Knowing Lieutenant Schilz didn't get off with the cash

is gonna start a treasure hunt. Excuse me.

-Bring back fond memories? -Not so fond.

OWENS: The safe hadn't been jimmied.

Ensign Wiles and Erin said nothing was missing but the cash.

Was something going on

between you and Petty Officer Toner, Agent Owens?

-No. -Called her a hottie.

And you keep referring to her by her first name.

We're not allowed to fraternise with enlisted females, you know that.

You're not allowed to put assumptions in reports either.

You've made your point, Agent Gibbs.

I blew that, but I wasn't screwing around with Erin.

She had something going on with one of the airmen.

-That wasn't in your report. -It didn't seem pertinent.

Name.

Martinez. Martinez. Petty Officer Ted Martinez.

Hi. Excuse me.

-You think he's involved? -I don't know.

But since it was his hottie working here, you should have looked into him.

You're right, sir.

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

Do not "sir" me. I work for a living.

-Gibbs. -Erin Toner is living large.

Nice house, country club membership.

Do not tell me that she has a rich husband.

Hit the Ohio Lotto for $2 million.

Did you check that out?

Yeah, I saw the winning ticket and newspaper clippings.

State Lottery Board is closed for the day.

Call in the morning.

(PHONE BEEPS)

Can you hear me now?

Got him. "Ted Martinez.

"Aviation Machinist's Mate, Second Class.

"Honourable discharge June 2, 1994."

A lot of sailors left the Navy in June of '94.

Aviation Machinist's Mate.

That means he was working the flight deck.

Petty Officer Second. Probably a plane captain.

What?

Who would have had the ability to stuff a body into a cargo pod?

-Anyone on the hangar deck. -Who's most likely?

You're asking me to make an assumption, Agent Gibbs.

I'm not asking you to write it down.

The pilot, the RIO, the plane captain.

Don't strain your eyes, boss.

-That's no coincidence. -Don't tell me...

Petty Officer Martinez was the plane captain on the Tomcat

that dropped the pod that had Lieutenant Schilz's body in it.

(GOTH MUSIC PLAYING)

Whoa! I should've been playing Beethoven.

It's not Beethoven?

It's the Newlydeads.

-What's the orange stuff? -I don't know yet.

But it's only on this part of the mummy's shirt.

Same area as Ducky's hairline fractures.

You went to see Ducky before you came to see me?

Is there some kind of priority here I don't know about?

A girl likes to be thought of first.

I don't know if it's synthetic or natural, but it's definitely a fibre.

What's orange in the Navy?

Life jackets.

Weren't the mummy's shoes found in a hold with old life jackets?

Never believed that he was in there with them.

-You might have to change your opinion. -Did you match Petty Officer Martinez

-to those partial prints on the pod? -Yep.

No big surprise, he was the plane captain.

-I was hoping they wouldn't match. -One of them didn't.

I scanned the ridges and cleaned the garbage out.

I got six Galton details.

I like 10 to 12, but six is enough if you get lucky.

Doesn't look like we got lucky.

Well, I limited it to naval personnel that served between '90 and '94.

-Still a lot of ridges and curves. -I might be able to lower the threshold.

How?

I could give you a name and a serial number.

Oh, that might help.

Whoa, we've got nothing like this at Pearl.

-This is where the big boys play. -DiNozzo!

Speaking of big boys. Yeah, boss?

What are you doing here?

Well, my flight's not till 9:00 in the morning.

Since I'm here, I thought that

maybe...

You know how to do a database search?

Yeah, yeah, I do.

Use that computer. Locate Martinez.

-I'm looking for Martinez, boss. -Yeah? I'm getting coffee.

You got computers at Pearl?

Yeah.

But ours is on the beach so we can surf on breaks.

They surf on breaks.

(SNORING)

Didn't you have a flight to catch, Agent Owens?

Hey.

You know, it's a little after 2:00 and my flight's not until...

There'll be another flight.

Coffee?

All right, what do you got?

We got Petty Officer Martinez was a Mexican national,

when he joined the Navy.

He was discharged at Norfolk, June 2, 1994

where he had his mail forwarded to the Plaza...

The Plaza Hotel in New York, where he was

June 5 till the 22nd, when he flew...

To Manzanillo, Mexico. Registered at Las Brisas with a wife.

No first name, just Mr and Mrs Martinez.

They stayed at Las Brisas until the ninth of July,

and after that they... He... I lost him.

Yeah, and I found him.

In Guadalajara at the Presidente InterContinental.

Stayed there for 10 days and then... And then I lost him, too.

Okay. Find out where he was born. Check with the local police there.

A guy usually goes home when he's separated.

-I'm going... -For coffee?

To the head.

-Still no match? -Nothing good enough to take to court.

But if my life depended on it,

I'd say it was her right middle finger that made that.

-Thanks. -Yeah.

I spectroed the fibre.

It's cotton canvas dyed orange Number 7.

But it's not from a life preserver.

They're made out of urethane-coated nylon.

It's the mailbag, Abby.

Orange mailbag.

Cool.

Right, I understand. Are you sure?

Ohio lottery?

Okay. Thank you.

Erin Toner was telling the truth. August 10, '94, she hit a pick six.

Bought the ticket at a 7-Eleven outside of Canton, Ohio.

She hit for $37,000. She lied.

She and Martinez stole that money, not Lieutenant Schilz.

Kate, incriminating her doesn't exonerate Schilz.

She could've played him.

No. They forced him to open the safe,

they murdered him and they stuffed him in the pod.

Unless Martinez or Toner admits Schilz had nothing to do with the robbery,

there's no way to exonerate him.

I'll get them to confess.

How are you gonna do that?

I don't know yet.

Martinez was murdered in a Piedras Negras motel.

My God. She's a black widow.

I don't think she was ever married.

We got her.

Kate, go back to Pennsylvania and bring Erin Toner in.

How? I can't arrest her, can 1?

No, no. She has to come voluntarily.

(ERIN LAUGHING)

ERIN: Why the hell would I do that?

Latent prints off Lieutenant Schilz's uniform

match Petty Officer Martinez's.

He was the plane captain on the Tomcat that dropped the pod.

You pulled prints 10 years later?

The pod was hermetically sealed.

We believe that Martinez forced Lieutenant Schilz to open the safe

murdered him, and stuffed his body in a cargo pod.

I think I knew Martinez.

But I knew a lot of sailors on that cruise.

Martinez is hiding in Mexico.

We will find him, and when we do, we want a solid case for extradition.

Do I look like a Mexican judge?

We'd like your help in doing a virtual recreation

of the theft for the hearing.

-Why me? -We can't locate Ensign Randy Wiles.

You're the only one that worked in disbursing back then.

Honey,

are you working something you're not telling me?

I wanna exonerate Lieutenant Schilz

so that his wife and his daughter can get the money due them.

Tell them to play the lottery.

I can call you back to the Navy, Petty Officer Toner.

The hell you can.

These are orders

recalling you to active duty as a material witness

in a capital offence.

All I got to do is ink them, honey, and your ass is back in the Navy.

Or you can voluntarily help us.

Lieutenant Schilz finished a call to his wife

and newborn daughter at 0545.

(ABBY LAUGHING)

I threw in that little heel click to show he was really happy.

Yeah, well, not for long.

Petty Officer Martinez surprised him with a knife,

ransacked the safe and forced Lieutenant Schilz

to carry the money to a Tomcat, where he murdered Lieutenant Schilz,

stuffed him in a pod and left with the money.

So what do you think?

I think you could use some help from Disney.

Hey, come on! I wasn't finished with it yet.

We wanted to make sure we had the right scenario first.

That one works for me.

Not for me.

No.

Lieutenant Schilz would know that Martinez was gonna Kill him.

He'd have resisted someplace,

especially in a passageway full of sailors.

Martinez had to kill him in disbursing.

But, how did he move him to the pod if he was dead?

-He couldn't. -But he could, my dear.

You see, I found hairline fractures

on Lieutenant Schilz's pelvis and lumbar vertebrae,

which Abby here matched to

-orange canvas... -Orange canvas fibres

on Lieutenant Schilz's uniform.

I saw an orange mailbag

being dragged over knee-knockers when I visited the ship.

(COMPUTER BEEPING LOUDLY)

I'll get back to that in a minute.

Where was I?

Dragging orange mailbags over knee-knockers, boss.

Yeah. That bothered me.

If Martinez did stuff his body in a mail sack,

and dragged it across the ship,

how come nobody noticed anything that was...

Hinky?

Yeah. Hinky.

And that's when I remembered how you used to turn heads

when you walked by.

I'm outta here.

Not till the show's over.

Now, who would've noticed a sailor

dragging a mailbag over knee-knockers

with you walking by?

How's that animation?

Much better.

However, it's not evidence.

You touch me again, and I will have you arrested for assault.

And the rest of you for unlawful detainment.

You're free to go.

I said I'd get back to that fingerprint.

It's yours.

Oh, okay. It's mine.

Where'd you find it? Mark's uniform?

All that proves is that we got it on.

Didn't find it on his uniform. Got it from the Federales.

Found it on the pistol that killed Martinez in Piedras Negras.

Two days before you hit the Lotto for $37,000.

We could extradite you, but Mexican courts really don't like it

when gringos Kill one of their own.

I don't know if it was you

or Martinez that killed Lieutenant Schilz.

You can tell it any way you want.

We'll take it down.

You know, in Hawaii, it takes forever to get anything from the Federales.

Same way here.

No, no, no, no, guys don't tell me that...

That fingerprint match was faked?

Okay, you guys are crazy.

-Yeah. -Yep.