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Hi, Mr. Poole. My name is Julie,

and I'm calling on behalf of Thrifty Phone Services.

Hi. This is Alison, and I'd like to tell you about a special new program.

Hello?

Hi, Petty Officer Lambert? Yeah.

Hi, my name is Roland Kesta.

I'm calling on behalf of Thrifty Phone Services.

I've thought it over, and I don't think I want to change my phone service.

That's what most people say

until they hear how much we can save them on long distance calls.

Well, I don't make long distance phone calls, okay?

Did you hear that? What?

It sounded like glass breaking in the kitchen.

No. Our long distance service is exactly the same as AT&T,

Sprint, SBC, except we can save you... Hey, who the hell are you?

The man who's going to save you 40% on your long distance calls, sir.

Get the hell out of my...

There's no contract to sign.

Petty Officer Lambert?

Last time I'm gonna tell you, Tony.

Don't answer my phone, use my computer,

read my mail, look through my purse, scan my PDA or touch my cell phone.

Ever!

And an extra side of hash browns.

Just so we're clear, Kate, I didn't do any of those things.

Zero. Zip. Nada.

Then how did you know where I went to breakfast?

Logo on the coffee cup in your waste basket.

Anyone invite you into this conversation, probie?

You looked through my trash! Did you say it was off limits? Did you?

Why do you do these things? Sharpening my investigative skills.

Grab your gear. What's up?

A dead sailor. We didn't get any calls.

It's not on the news, boss? Hey, DiNozzo.

For once you're right. Come on. Let's go!

Who's in charge here? Lieutenant Cheney, sir.

Finish this in 10. Lieutenant Cheney?

Special Agent Gibbs, NCIS.

You must be psychic, Gibbs. I just put in a call to NCIS.

No, not psychic. Just watch the news.

They monitor our radio calls.

Chief says cooperate with the news media.

Budget hearings time? You got it.

What do we have here? Not sure yet.

News said a sailor was murdered. Maybe.

Kitchen door is broken in and judging from the blood

it could be murder.

No body? No body.

Miller. Yeah, boss.

Right away, boss.

We got a 911 from a telemarketer.

Said he was talking with a Petty Officer Dion Lambert

when he heard a struggle and the line went dead.

Call was traced here.

Lieutenant, your ex-wife just called.

Which one? The nasty one.

You're gonna have to be more specific.

This is too weird. Definitely.

Good weird. You want me to call her back?

No. Next time one of my exes calls, get her name.

Lieutenant.

Unless you object, this is yours. No objection.

Let's go, Rachael.

Hi, Rachael. I'm Tony.

If you want to get together and compare notes?

What's your shoe size? Twelve.

You wish. No, it is. It really is.

You can measure it if you want!

DiNozzo! Yeah, boss?

Trace evidence, bag and tag. Kate, sketch and shoot.

McGee, laptop and answering machine.

Right.

That was really odd. What?

Well, you know. I mean, how you and him and...

Never mind.

Tony, have you seen my sketch pad? Yes, it's in the truck under my seat.

Under your seat? How did it...

I like those pants.

Yeah, well, that sounds good. If you could just take care of that for me.

Sorry. Wow.

You know, your eyes are the same color as my Porsche.

You've got to be kidding, right? What do you say we have dinner?

Why bother with preliminaries? Now who's kidding?

You serious? She's not, but I am.

Come on, Monteleone.

Shotgun.

Get in the car, probie.

It's Déja vu.

There's no contract to sign, no...

Petty Officer Lambert?

How many calls a day do you make? Somewhere between 300 and 400.

Do you ever feel guilty calling people uninvited, intruding into their lives?

At first a little,

but when you get cursed at a couple hundred times, you get over it.

Why did you keep selling when you knew something was very wrong?

My boss doesn't want us to stop selling for any reason.

He's got the compassion of a cluster bomb.

How did you get Petty Officer Lambert's number?

From a list broker. How did it get on the list?

I don't know. A magazine subscription, a warranty card,

supermarket charge. Supermarket charge?

Why do you think they give you those little key tags

they scan when you check out? For discounts.

It's to collect information they sell to telemarketers.

What brands you buy. How much. How often.

Isn't that against the law? Anytime you write your name down,

it's going in somebody's database and then being sold to somebody else.

Wow.

Okay, well, I'm gonna need your work, cell, and home numbers.

All right, but please don't call between 6:00 and 8:00,

because that's usually...

You said 6:00 and 8:00, right?

Tell Abby I want a full acoustical analysis.

Boss, you know that she's working Petty Officer Lambert's hard drive,

answering machine, and all the crime scene evidence.

Then help her, McGee.

Yes, boss.

Do you really think it's a good idea for probie to be alone with...

I was going through Lambert's papers. Something you're very good at.

There's a second name on the lease. George Mansur.

There's no sign of a roommate in that house, Tony.

Well, roommate's move out, Kate.

Sixteen months ago you had a roommate...

Tony! Kate, you're with me.

Gladly. Tony, find Mansur.

On it, boss.

The only blood type at the scene was O positive.

Petty Officer Lambert's O positive.

It's the most common blood type there is.

I shipped a DNA sample to the Armed Forces Registry.

Fingerprints we lifted, his?

Your missing corpse is Petty Officer Lambert.

Unidentified prints?

I have not had time to run all the prints that you lifted yet.

Blood-splatter analysis?

Okay, Gibbs, I know you think I'm Supergirl...

Actually, my hair's probably Wonder Woman

or Isis or the Powerpuff girl.

I've always been partial to Xena. I don't know about her.

No self-respecting superhero should wear open-toed shoes.

Oh, I agree. He erased his hard drive.

No problem.

He used a DOD certified wipe program.

Uh-oh. "Uh-oh" doesn't sound good.

It's not. A DOD wipe not only deletes, but it overrides seven times.

There's no way to recapture the information, boss.

Why would he use something like that on his home computer?

Well, he's an information systems tech

and it could just be a matter of course or he could be...

Hiding something.

He wipe his answering machine? No. There were two calls.

One yesterday from Blockbuster Video, late returning Happy Gilmore.

And one two days ago from Thrifty Phone Services.

All right, let's hear it. You, blood splatters.

Yo ho, heave ho

Petty Officer Lambert, my name is Dennis Brough.

I'm calling on behalf of Thrifty Phone Services.

How would you like to cut...

That's it? He must have picked up.

They called him two days ago. Why call him back?

Dennis Brough, Kate. Got it.

Acoustics analysis? Yes. On that next, boss.

Who was that that said, "Always expect the unexpected"?

Me. Well, you're right again.

Boss, you sure are.

McGee, you're about to interrupt unbelievable news.

Abby, trust me. My news is much more unbelievable.

Gibbs, you're never gonna believe what I found.

Kate, hold on one second. No, I...

No, no, no. Guys, this is really, really important.

Abby, hold on, okay? This is really important.

Hey, hey, hey. This is very...

I've got seniority here. I think I...

Hey!

Abby. Okay.

This is the blood trail found on Petty Officer Lambert's kitchen floor.

Notice anything hinky? Yeah, they're passive drops.

Exactly. Created by the force of gravity acting alone.

In blood trails the shape of drops are affected by gravity and movement.

The tail always points in the direction of travel.

There was no movement when the blood dropped.

Nope. Somebody stood there, dropped some blood,

took a step, dropped some blood, took a step, dropped some blood...

McGee!

The acoustical analysis of the phone call indicates

that the fight sounds were unidirectional.

I overlaid Kate's sketch of the crime scene

and found the source to be Petty Officer Lambert's computer.

They were sound effects, boss. Okay.

Kate. I spoke to Dennis Brough

from the Thrifty Phone Service. He's home with the flu.

His supervisor gave Dennis' lead to Roland Kesta.

Petty Officer Lambert asked that telemarketer to call him back.

Between 8:00 and 12:00 last night.

Our Petty Officer faked his own murder.

We have one advantage over Petty Officer Lambert.

He doesn't know we know he's still alive.

I'll flag his accounts, bank credit, ATM, e-mail.

Kate, this mojo faked his own death,

left his laptop, wallet, cellphone, and car behind.

Do you really think he's gonna swipe the old charge card

at the local Jugs-Are-Us?

Tony's right. Thanks, boss!

You check it anyway, Kate. You never know.

If Tony does find his ex-roomie, check his accounts, too.

I'm zoning in on him. Yeah? You locate him?

Not yet, but I got his driver's license.

Federal tax return, too. He's a freelance computer geek.

Made six figures last year.

Wishing you were a computer geek, Tony?

I'd rather be homeless than be you, probie.

It's an old address. Same as Petty Officer Lambert's.

Depreciating a '93 Hyundai on his return.

How can you depreciate a car that old? More important question.

Why would a guy pulling down six figures a year drive a car that old?

Only one way to find out. Find him and ask him.

Which I am trying...

Going to do.

McGee, you're with me.

Where are we going, boss?

To talk to Petty Officer Lambert's shipmates.

But he's not on a ship, boss.

Sir, you were using a military euphemism.

You think?

So you mean Bethesda Hospital Computer Center.

You speak their language. You mean I'm gonna interview them?

I interview, you translate. Come on!

Lambert's UA for one day, NCIS is investigating?

Do you have a problem with that, Petty Officer Wilson?

No, sir.

What was Petty Officer Lambert's job?

He was developing a new code base for enterprise resource and planning.

New application will be able to support medical multi-processing

and scalable architecture, up to eight terabytes of data.

Wow!

He was writing a new computer program

as part of an overhaul and update to the Naval medical computer system.

Anything sensitive?

A person's health information is very sensitive, sir.

National security sensitive, Petty Officer.

We have a circuit-based gateway, sir, which applies a security mechanism

anytime there's a USD-TCP connection established.

Once that connection's made,

packets can travel between hosts without further checking.

No.

Petty Officer Lambert's FITREPs were above standard, sir.

He's just a regular guy.

Our definition of regular might be different.

One man's Linux is another's OS II.

I hear that. Right.

Sorry.

Any recent changes in his behavior or attitude?

No, sir. Well, take that back.

A few days ago he seemed jumpy.

I tapped him on the shoulder to talk about the performance degradation

in the application gateway, and he about came out of his chair.

He was nervous. Yeah, I got that, McGee.

Okay.

I'm gonna need... I'm gonna need copies of all this stuff.

Access to the source codes, flow charts,

and the logical processes involved in the application.

Not a problem, sir.

Special Agent Gibbs? Karen Wilkerson.

Petty Officer Wilson's supervisor.

You're late.

We're making a software changeover. It's been crazy.

Get copies of what we need here, McGee.

Right, boss.

Tell me about Petty Officer Lambert.

Not a lot to tell. Good guy. Hard worker.

First one in in the mornings, usually the last to leave.

Volunteered to work weekends. Yeah?

You work weekends? Not if I can help it.

Why is NCIS investigating a sailor who's missed one day of work?

He's UA, Miss Wilkerson. It's not as if he's missed a deployment.

Petty Officer Wilson says he seemed jumpy lately.

Well, he'd be in a better position to know that than me.

Petty Officer Lambert and I didn't have much day-to-day contact.

You work weekends, Special Agent Gibbs?

If I need to.

Why do I feel you need to a lot?

Anything else? I have to get back to work.

Not at the moment.

Well, if there is, I'll make myself available.

Even on the weekend.

Oh, might even be on time.

Wow.

Enough, Tony. I have nothing to hide. Really?

For someone with nothing to hide,

you seem awfully concerned about what other people know about you.

Why? Because I get upset when you go through my personal belongings?

Exactly. Well, Tony,

some people enjoy having a private life.

Unlike you, we don't go around informing everyone

about the frequency of our hooking up. In a slump?

Gibbs, Mansur withdrew $6,000 from his bank account

the week before he moved out.

He's also moved three times in the last six years.

This last time, well, he didn't file a change of address at the post office.

Thank you. Whatever the hell this is,

they're in it together. Yeah, well, what is

whatever the hell this is? Find Mansur.

Yes, and we'll find out.

I know, boss. I'm trying. Try harder.

Right. You know, Gibbs,

maybe Lambert faked his own death to get out of the Navy.

You know, wanted to make a few bucks like his roomie.

Not likely. His enlistment was up in five months.

McGee! Yeah, boss.

Check with Abby. Find out how she's doing

with that stuff you brought in. Right.

That should help keep you awake. Thanks.

I must have looked at 100,000 lines of code.

Is it possible to die of boredom? No.

How can you be sure?

Well, because I had Professor Birnbaum for Economics.

Believe me, his class makes staring at a monitor seem like Mardi Gras.

I don't know. This really sucks. I'll tell you what sucks.

Working after school as a burnt potato chip picker.

You're making that up.

Have you ever seen a burnt potato chip in a bag of potato chips?

Now that you mention it. Sat next to a conveyer belt,

air choked with oil, watching cooked potato chips fly by.

I would pick out the burnt ones while trying not to get motion sickness.

Incinerator operator.

Burning medical waste at 2,000 degrees.

Body parts, body waste.

Summer between freshman and sophomore year,

I was a porta-potty cleaner. It was the hottest summer on record.

Ski lift operator, Alberta. Negative 44 degrees Fahrenheit.

Cleaned asbestos. Collected road Kill.

Tie? No?

Okay, before I joined NCIS...

Is that what I think it is?

Depends. What do you think it is?

The reason Petty Officer Lambert faked his own murder.

Petty Officer Lambert was part of the team

that was updating the Navy's medical computer system.

He'd been working on it almost two years.

Did you tell him? No.

Saved the best for you. Oh, thanks, McGee.

You know how I relish the moments... Stop relishing and start explaining, Ab.

Okay. Jeez, Gibbs.

Five months ago, Petty Officer Lambert

buried a simple command in the program to send him drugs.

Lots of drugs. McGee!

Sorry.

For every 337 prescriptions, one was written for him.

It's ingenious in its simplicity. What kind of drugs?

Painkillers. Percocet, Vicodin, Oxycontin.

Oxycontin is twice as addictive as heroin.

It's more addictive than pistachios.

Well, have you ever just eaten one pistachio?

Actually, I have. Potato chips, on the other hand...

The Navy writes a lot of prescriptions.

So the amount that he was getting, there's no way it was for personal use.

In the last five months, 18,000 Oxycontin,

12,000 Percocet, 9,000 Vicodin.

Legal price for an 80 milligram Oxycontin, $6.

Street price is $65 to $80.

On the Oxycontin alone, he made a million bucks.

Cash. Petty Officer Lambert is long gone.

I would be.

Three lines of computer code buried among millions.

I'm amazed you found it. I didn't really. It was Abby Sciuto.

She's a whiz at codes.

You never suspected Petty Officer Lambert

of abusing his access to the Navy drug system?

Not until you showed up.

When NCIS investigates a sailor who's been UA one day,

there's something wrong. After you left,

I had Petty Officer Wilson run a check on Lambert's computer.

I never caught this. Sciuto must be hot.

What made you suspicious, Agent Gibbs?

A murder that didn't happen. Your Petty Officer faked his own death.

He wanted us looking for his body instead of him.

We'd have done it, too, if Abby hadn't found the hinky blood trail.

I gotta meet this woman.

You know what, she's... She's probably not your type.

Tats, piercings, dark makeup.

Goth? Yeah.

I love Goth.

Thieves are just like gamblers. They never quit when they're ahead.

Why would Petty Officer Lambert?

In five days, the new software system goes online.

He must have been afraid it would pick up his scam.

Got it.

He had this prescription sent to box 781, Mail Boxes Etc., 14th Street.

McGee, you two keep pulling Lambert's scripts.

See if any are in the pipeline. Happy to, boss.

Lieutenant Cheney. Special Agent Gibbs.

One moment, sir.

So tell me more about this Abby.

You know what, I can't work and talk, okay?

Think you'll find him? Usually do.

Hello. Hey, Cheney. It's Gibbs.

What you got? Our missing Petty Officer siphoned

thousands of opiates from the Navy drug program.

Ring any bells?

My office. One hour. You got it.

Do you like boats? Sail or power?

Sail. I love to sail.

This weekend?

I'm still building her.

Which marina? My basement.

Oh, of course.

Saturday? If I can find Lambert by then.

Well, what are you doing standing here, Agent Gibbs?

Jethro. Jethro?

Two black coffees,

and two grande, triple-pump half-caf vanilla lattes.

Cheers. Right.

No, mine's the one with the extra foam.

Sorry.

So, Gibbs, I've had my eye on this one guy. He's a lobbyist.

Went from dealing to a few friends

to supplying the Beltway with illegal painkillers.

Well, syncs up.

Miller. Yeah, boss.

Just a second.

You know what, here, let me help...

My fault. No, it was mine.

No, I should have been more careful. No, not a problem. Not a problem.

McGee! Miller!

Sorry, boss. Sorry, boss.

Aaron Alan Wright.

Ever busted? Once.

Dealing to his frat brothers at Syracuse. Got probation.

Why haven't you busted him? I want the other end of his pipeline.

I bust him, his supplier just finds another dealer.

He's soft. Want to bring him in here for a chat?

Have Monteleone and Rand pick up Wright. Deliver him here.

Sure, boss.

Is that the 7220? It's the 7230.

Sweet. Yeah.

Petty Officer Dion Lambert. Sorry, never heard of him.

A Navy computer geek,

steals painkillers from the government.

What does a swabbie stealing painkillers have to do with me?

He sells them to you. You sell them to your Beltway clients.

This really is a waste of time.

I've advised my client not to answer your questions, and he won't.

That is beautiful. Franck Muller Conquistador.

$7,800 retail. Yeah.

You know that guy paid retail. Look at him.

We've known you've been dealing for months.

Really? Then why did it take you this long to call me in?

The Lieutenant wanted your source, and I just gave it to him.

And that's the Petty Officer? What was his name again?

Dion Lambert.

I'm scanning. No hits.

This isn't a frat bust for grass, Aaron. This is hard time.

Every night.

Hard time.

Tell us where Petty Officer Lambert's hiding.

We'll cut you a deal.

Minimum time in a federal facility, without nightly cavity searches.

Aaron, if they had evidence of you doing something illegal,

which I know you didn't, they wouldn't be talking deals.

Yeah, I have to listen to my lawyer. He's very expensive.

When I find Petty Officer Lambert... And he will.

He'll roll on you for a deal. Really?

Yeah. You want to know why?

'Cause he is soft just like you. Hey, come on.

What is this, bad cop, bad cop?

Gibbs, we miscalculated. You think?

Our friend here is looking forward to playing strip poker in Marion

without cards. Yeah? Is that true,

Aaron?

Charge my client or we're walking out.

Now.

Bastards.

Aaron, you won't last 48 hours at Marion.

Oh, I figure 24.

Five bucks. It's a bet.

What are you laughing at, DiNozzo? And you, Monteleone?

We didn't break him!

Made him piss his pants, though. Oh, hell, yes.

I'd wait until we get outside.

Aaron.

Rachael.

Hey, how would you like to discuss that interrogation over some...

Chinese food? I don't think so.

Yeah, how did you know I was... Kate said you would.

Well, you see, Kate's just a... Jealous?

Did she tell you I was going to say that, too?

I'll give you one thing.

You're almost as good looking as you think you are.

Gibbs! George Mansur, Lambert's ex-roommate, he's online.

Where? I backtraced his IP address

to the Key Bridge Cybercafe in Georgetown.

Tony. McGee. You're with me.

Kate, phones. Abby, keep tabs on Mansur's computer.

But... Boy's night out.

Which means girls night in. Transfer your phones to my lab.

This is illegal! Your guy is on my computer.

It's not your computer. It's the cybercafe's.

Yeah, well I'm logged in on it. He can see all of my trades.

That's an invasion of my privacy.

Actually, he's right, boss.

Then you'll let me go? No.

Help! Don't shout.

Federal agents. All's well. Go about your business.

Where is your roomie? I don't have one.

Ex-roomie. Dion?

I don't know. I haven't seen him since I moved out two weeks ago.

Why did you move? He bought the place.

Didn't want a roommate anymore.

You didn't file a change of address. I mailed it in yesterday.

You and Dion partners? No. Oh, no. He works his own trades.

A Petty Officer Second day trades in the market?

Dion's sharp. Is that what this is about?

His inside trading? Inside trading?

Had to be. He makes a lot more money than I do on the market.

Drug market? Dion wasn't dealing drugs.

I'd have known.

Well, if he was, I didn't know. I swear.

Where is Dion now? I don't know. He's a workaholic.

If he's not home, he's at his job.

Yeah. Gibbs.

This is your car, right?

Okay, you make a couple hundred grand a year and you drive this?

I'm not a car guy. Don't you dig chicks?

All right. Got it.

Get McGee and Abby to do what they do when they hook up.

He meant their computers. Then you take him in.

Well, I haven't done... Shut up.

So what's up?

Lieutenant Cheney found Petty Officer Lambert.

Where?

In a ravine in Rock Creek Park.

This the Petty Officer who faked his murder, Jethro?

Unless DNA says otherwise.

Yeah, well, he's not faking now.

The shooter put one round into the back of his head.

And his hair is burned.

I'd say the muzzle was within two inches of his skull.

Aaron Wright doesn't have the guts to pull a trigger looking you in the eyes.

Well, neither does George Mansur.

No, my gut's telling me that

Ducky's about to eliminate him as a suspect.

What time did our boy die, Duck? Patience, Jethro.

Mr. Palmer is at home with the flu, so I'm my own assistant tonight.

Judging by the ambient temperature,

I'd say he expired between 1800 and 2100 hours.

How does that jive with your gut?

Well, let us see.

Oh, wow.

Mansur bought Argente Cosmetics two days before it jumped 28 points.

Must have been when the FDA approved androgen lipstick.

It increases a woman's libido.

You mean, Viagra for women? Why is that funny, McGee?

It's not that it's funny. It's, you know, women...

Women don't need to be turned on before they perform?

No, no, that's not what I mean, Abby.

What! Oh, yikes, Abby.

What did McGee do this time?

He put his size 10 shoe in his size 12 mouth.

When did Mansur log on at the cybercafe?

16:56. Four minutes before the Tokyo market opened.

The longest trading gap was eight minutes

until Neander-boy took over.

When you're done with Neander-boy, tell him to release Mansur.

That might be a while, Gibbs.

Oh, no, wait a minute. Wait a minute. No, no, no, no.

I've never paid for it in my life.

I was 15 and my cousin Ansel paid Maggie O'Brien for the both of us.

So that doesn't count. Yes, it does, Tony.

I'm Primo. Sorry. I can't tell you apart.

Look at this.

Someone's been chain-smoking here.

Do you smoke, Aaron? All right, you got me. All right?

I lit up in the elevator. What's the big...

Oh, jeez!

How's it going, Ducky? Slow with no assistant.

This the killer? I didn't kill anybody.

I don't even own a gun.

You want to see what your bullet did?

No.

Did Aaron just acknowledge he shot him?

Sounded that way to me. No. I don't want to see this.

I can assure you it will be very instructional.

Yes, your slug penetrated the occipital lobe,

instantly blinding the poor boy.

Death, of course, was so sudden I doubt that he'd notice it.

It then entered the corpus callosum. Oh, God, just stop. I've gotta barf.

In the 18th century,

the corpus callosum was believed to house the soul.

It wasn't till the mid-20th century

that scientists determined that it's a thick bundle of nerve fibers

to transfer information between

the right and left hemispheres of the brain.

Fascinating.

I didn't kill Dion. Dion?

Definitely someone he was on a first name basis with.

Is that deal you offered still on the table?

Hell no.

I know who killed him.

Do I get the deal? Not if it was you.

I can live with that.

I picked up the drugs from a blind mailbox.

I sent the cash by return mail.

The last shipment came in two days ago,

and I dropped 50 grand in the mail that night.

He'd made a million and got whacked waiting for 50 grand?

You cops always inflate. They never made anywhere near a mil.

They? Dion and his partner.

What partner? I don't know his name.

I only worked with Dion. Hey, wait! Wait!

Just hear me out, please!

All right, his partner is a computer geek where Dion works.

He picked up on the scam,

and he threatened to report it unless Dion cut him in on half.

Find the partner, you find his killer.

I don't believe him.

If two of my people were ripping off the system,

I should be fired for incompetence. They weren't both doing it.

Petty Officer Wilson caught on to the scam.

Well, if he caught on, I should have. They sat next to each other.

You're not very computer literate, are you, Jethro?

Boss!

Boss! He's got a Trojan horse on Petty Officer Lambert's computer.

You could access his programs. I didn't insert that.

Just once, boss, I wish one of these guys would say,

"You got me. I did it."

McGee. Sorry, man.

Ma'am, you know me. I love the Navy. I wouldn't steal from it.

I believe you, Niles.

How could I have missed this yesterday?

Nobody gets everything right the first time, McGee.

Except Gibbs. I just can't believe that Niles did it.

McGee, you're so trusting. What's wrong with that?

Well, it's great in a relationship. Kind of sucks for an investigation.

Oh, poor baby.

Familiar with this new advance in technology called power tools?

Close your eyes.

You feel the wood?

You don't get a sensation like that from a power tool.

Something is hinky here, McGee.

These are the butts that Kate found at the crime scene.

Looks like identical twins. All from the same pack.

Now these are Aaron Wright and Petty Officer Wilson's Triboros.

Twins, but not identical because they came from different packs?

Correct, but not my point.

The killer didn't smoke Triboros.

The butts that Kate found were Llamas.

Okay, I gotta call Gibbs.

You just proved that Petty Officer Wilson isn't the killer.

Or Aaron Wright. You ruled out both suspects.

No, I didn't. Either one could still be the murderer.

All I proved is that someone smoked Llamas at Rock Creek Park.

Yeah. Gibbs.

Boss, I don't know if this is important or not.

McGee, this had better be the most important phone call you ever made.

Yeah.

Everything all right? Yeah.

Come on. What's wrong?

Your Petty Officer won't admit to any involvement.

Well, I don't believe he was.

You got a smoke?

Well, that surprises me.

Thank you.

Ever been to Sicily? Interesting segue.

No.

Capaci's a town outside Palermo.

In '91,

there was a Mafia don sitting in a hillside orchard chain-smoking,

watching the road below.

Two cars in a tight formation came around the corner.

The don hit a switch.

The road exploded.

It killed the chief magistrate prosecuting the Sicilian Mafia,

his wife, and three bodyguards.

The Italian carabinieri, they found the cigarette butts in the orchard,

sent them to our FBI crime lab. They matched the DNA

from the saliva on the filters to the don.

It's the first time that DNA was ever used successfully to prosecute a killer.

You are a very strange man.

Yeah. Yeah. It's about to get stranger.

Karen, I hope that the DNA on this cigarette

doesn't match the butts found where Dion was executed.

Oh, I really do.