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WOMAN: Retesting evasive driving techniques.

Third time's the charm, Otto.

You can do it.

[TYRES SQUEALING]

Give me a 180, Otto.

Yes. Didn't touch a single cone on that run.

I would call that a pass, baby.

Phase 2.

This one's for you, Torsten. Go for it, Otto. Make me proud.

Avoiding civilian casualties during high-speed egress.

Whoops.

Sorry about that, Torsten.

[LAUGHS]

Need to recalibrate the braking-to-surface algorithm.

That was my fault, Otto. Not yours.

Test concluded. Take me home, Otto.

Mm.

Still a few bugs to work out,

but Otto and I are both feeling much better about the drive-off next week.

Oh, note for Jamie. Fuel-pressure gauge is fluctuating.

[GASPS]

Malfunction in the electrical system at 0638. Initiating software shutdown.

[ENGINE STARTS]

[SEABROOK COUGHING]

Exhaust in the cabin. Otto's core is frozen.

I'm hitting the kill switch.

[GRUNTING AND COUGHING]

Come on. Come on. I'm trapped in the--

WOMAN: Lights, please.

From the video presentation, it's clear that sexual harassment

can take many forms in the workplace.

A co-worker with elevator eyes looking you up and down.

A co-worker shows you a cartoon or photo of a sexual nature.

- If you're lucky. - A co-worker's hand

"accidentally" brushes up against your body.

If you're really lucky.

Physical contact can be divided into three categories.

Green light includes normal behaviour.

Yellow light includes borderline behaviour

such as hugging someone or--

- Yup? - What's wrong with hugging people?

I hug people all the time.

You may see it as friendly, but your co-workers may find it offensive.

You guys get offended when I hug you?

ALL: No.

MAN: Of course not, Abby. TONY: No, no, no.

I'm hugging you all in my mind right now.

DOD policy is very clear about this point, miss.

You must first ask permission before making physical contact

- with a co-worker. - Like, every time?

Yes. And finally, there's red-light behaviour

such as deliberate, unwelcomed touching.

TONY: Aah!

Another question?

Yeah. What if you slap someone in the back of the head like this?

Would that be considered inappropriate behaviour?

Absolutely. Are you saying that this has actually happened?

No, I was just wondering. That's all.

Yes?

[CELL PHONE RINGS]

PALMER: Yes. What if part of your job - Gibbs.

Includes touching naked people, and--

That's inappropriate at any time.

Even if they're dead?

Why are you touching dead, naked people?

Well, you see, I work in Autopsy--

Look, can we try to keep this discussion focused on the topic--?

Gear up.

Navy lieutenant's been found dead in an R & D facility in Fairfax.

Wait, I can't mark you as attending unless you're here for all of it.

Uh, Ms. Taylor, I will take excellent notes for them.

Okay.

GIBBS: Ducky won't be here.

He's got to take his mom to the hospital.

PALMER: ls Victoria all right?

GIBBS: Well, she cut herself shaving

and for some reason, he thinks you can handle this, Palmer.

Uh, what do you think, Agent Gibbs?

Well, I don't know, Palmer. You got me a TOD?

Yes. According to the liver probe,

she died two hours and 18 minutes ago.

Does it tell you how?

Actually, the probe only tells you the difference between

ambient temperature and-- But you already know all this.

Tentatively, I'd say she died from hypoxia, Agent Gibbs.

- Carbon monoxide poisoning. - Most likely.

In 68 percent of cases it's accidental.

And, uh, the other 29 percent they're self-inflicted.

GIBBS: I'm more concerned with the 3 percent you left out.

McGEE: He's talking about the ones deliberately murdered this way.

GIBBS: How'd she get on the floor?

A co-worker found her in the passenger seat in there.

Door still closed and the engine running.

He drove it out, attempted CPR.

- Tony's taking a statement now. - What kind of vehicle is this?

It is a second-generation, fully autonomous

- Al operated vehicle, boss. - Well, yeah.

I can see that, McGee. I mean, other than the obvious.

Wait, you actually understood that? You know what it does, then?

Yeah. Your basic second-generation, Al autonomous stuff.

- Where the hell does the driver sit? - That's the point. There isn't one.

It drives itself.

Boss, Al stands for artificial intelligence.

It's a robot.

MAN: All I'm saying, Agent DiNozzo, is our entire team

is under a tremendous amount of stress.

We're competing against dozens of teams.

Three and a half years of work,

and it all comes down to a single proof-of-concept test.

- Robot car race? - In crude terms, yes.

- What do you get if you win? - Recognition in my field.

TONY: What about one of those cool trophies

like they hand out in NASCAR?

I wouldn't know. I'm a scientist, not a redneck.

It is the fastest growing sport in the country.

I rest my case. In my opinion, it's clear what happened here.

When I found Seabrook, she was sitting in Otto

with the diagnostic bay doors closed and the engine running.

What's that tell you?

- You think she killed herself? - I do.

What about an accident or a malfunction?

All she had to do to shut Otto down was to flick the kill switch.

It was right in front of her on the dashboard.

Look, obviously, she couldn't face her own faults and missed deadlines,

so she took the coward's way out.

- That's enough, Torsten. - She's dead, Russell.

There's no need for you to continue the charade of defending her.

I'm Dr. Pike, project leader. Where is Lieutenant Seabrook?

Could you stop?

Can I--? Can I see her?

Roni.

What have you done?

- Ziva, you have really gotta see this. ZIVA: See what, McGee?

McGEE: It's an Atlas-Seven CPU.

The same one developed for the Martian rovers.

And how does this pertain to the case?

It doesn't. I just thought it was cool.

If you think about this--

[BOTH GRUNTING]

That better be your handcuff.

I believe this is a classic yellow-light situation.

[ZIVA GRUNTING]

- Stop moving. My hand's stuck. - Okay.

That's not the only thing that's stuck. Make that red-light situation.

ZIVA: Ooh...

What are you doing?

Investigating a dead Naval officer.

That's a $22 million piece of equipment, you--

You people are jeopardising my entire project.

We're doing our jobs. What did you find?

Ah...

It's a USB cable. Still attached to the console in the passenger side.

Also bagged a battery for a laptop in the front seat.

I removed the laptop.

- We'll need it. ENGLER: Absolutely not.

It contains a backup copy of Otto's Al.

Well, whatever that is, we'll need that too.

That is Otto.

ZIVA: Already got it covered, Tony.

Tow truck should be here any minute now.

This is our only prototype.

You people-- You people are-- You're--

We're cops. Federal agents. Police officers.

Uh, maybe if you sound it out, it's easier.

You know, English as a third language is always the trickiest one.

I'll take the laptop now, please.

PIKE: I've known Roni for almost ten years, Agent Gibbs.

She was one of my brightest students at MIT.

An exceptional mind. Light-years ahead of her peers

when it came to the field of artificial intelligence.

- Machines that can think. - Yes.

GIBBS: So that Humvee can think?

Only about driving. An easy task for you or me,

but for a machine it takes millions of calculations a second,

and complex reasoning skills.

Well, according to the Navy, your thinking car

is a joint project with them and Azeon.

They've been very good to us as far as R & D resources go.

Meaning money?

And Lieutenant Seabrook's time.

We're gonna need your security tapes and access logs that you keep, doctor.

She wasn't even supposed to be here this morning, Agent Gibbs.

She worked late last night. I--

I gave her the morning off.

She didn't take it.

She died in your garage 0640 this morning.

She must have come in to run a test. She's, uh--

Was a perfectionist. Never satisfied.

Traits I'm afraid I encouraged her in.

Sitting in a running vehicle inside an enclosed space is not a bright idea.

Trust me, Agent Gibbs. Roni was not the type to kill herself.

- What type was she, doctor? - Driven.

ZIVA: Lieutenant Seabrook's Naval career was most unusual.

No deployments, and as far as I can tell, she never set foot on a ship.

Well, she was an egghead. They don't recruit them to fight wars.

ZIVA: No, just to build machines for fighting them.

- Maybe she had enough. - Enough of what?

You'd be surprised how many weapon designers take their own lives.

I might have a better motive.

Azeon had everything leveraged on Otto.

It fails the drive-off, the company goes bankrupt.

- Sabotage. - Someone wanted them to fail.

- Not bad, McGee. - I've got one better than better.

Curious to know what follows red-light behaviour, Ziva?

Uh... Potential pregnancy?

That's a good guess, but not in this case.

Check this out.

I ran the security footage taken from the lab.

0115. Last two people present were our lieutenant and this guy.

Azeon's chief mechanic, Jamie Jones.

Hold onto your socks. It gets a little steamy.

What about the video from this morning when she died?

Oh, yeah. Why didn't I think of that?

Someone erased it.

The last image taken from any camera stops at 0537 this morning.

And then nothing but snow.

She was murdered.

[ELEVATOR BELL RINGS]

- Did you find my bag, Mr. Palmer? - In the trunk of your car, doctor.

Oh, thank you. I'm sorry if I seem a bit flustered today.

Well, it's understandable, doctor. Where did your mother cut herself?

Well, let's just say that a woman in her 90s

should not be using a straight-edge razor when grooming,

and leave it at that.

Are you hiding a secret from me, Mr. Palmer?

It's nothing to be embarrassed about.

I'm thinking of doing the same thing myself.

- You are? - Yes, only in my case,

I have to be careful of heart strain and muscle fatigue.

How long have you been pumping?

Heh. I-- I-- I wouldn't call it pumping, doctor.

Well, whatever they call it these days.

- I'm impressed with you. - Really?

Yes, you've certainly got yourself in shape. Hmm-hmm.

Have you joined a gym?

A gym? Yes. Yes, I have. A few months ago.

- What do we got, Duck? DUCKY: Ah.

Mr. Palmer's initial assumption was correct.

Lieutenant Seabrook died of carbon monoxide poisoning.

Tell me something I don't know.

The levels of CO in her blood. Five times the fatal dose.

Yes, she was probably rendered unconscious

in less than 30 seconds.

- Not possible unless she was-- DUCKY: She was breathing in

the exhaust fumes directly from the tailpipe.

Or someone pumped it into the vehicle.

Which makes sense in light of what else I found.

Evidence of assault. Look at her wrists. They're bruised.

She was restrained.

And I also found what appear to be bite marks

on her inner thighs and back.

- Run a rape kit. - I did. That's when I found this.

An intrauterine device. More commonly known as an IUD.

Has anyone else wondered how they get those little things in there? Heh.

That probably sounded a lot more inappropriate than I meant.

- Do you think, Palmer? - As I was saying,

when I ran the rape kit, I found fresh male genetic material.

From last night or early this morning.

Abby's running the samples now.

I also found traces of engine oil

and a particular kind of lotion on her hair and skin.

The main ingredient was pumice.

- Grease-monkey soap. DUCKY: Yeah.

Except her nails and hands are clean.

The skin is soft, no calluses to speak of.

- Not her soap. DUCKY: No.

She certainly wasn't a regular user.

Thanks, Duck.

Did you learn nothing in that class this morning, Mr. Palmer?

Jamie Jones was arrested in 1998 for assault and battery on his girlfriend,

and she dropped the charges and married him six months later.

Well, there's no accounting for taste. Look at Britney and K-Fed.

At least she was smart enough to ask for a divorce.

So was Jones' wife. Divorced three years ago.

- Ooh, and there's a restraining order. - Shocking.

Not on him. He got it against his ex-wife.

TONY: Lieutenant Seabrook wasn't alone at Azeon last night, boss.

She was with a mechanic.

Yeah. The Azeon security cameras caught it.

- And there was evidence she was-- - Sexually assaulted?

- Ducky thinks she was raped. TONY: Yeah, check this out.

- You get a warrant yet? - Yeah.

Jamie Jones. Ziva and I were gonna pick him up.

Not anymore. You're processing the lieutenant's apartment.

- Boss, what about me? - You get with Abby.

CO levels in that vehicle were off the chart.

You find out how he did it.

Ah.

- Letting me drive? - No, I'm meeting you there.

I need to drop something off at the hospital.

What?

A stool sample. Would you like to see it?

You want me to stab you in the eye with my knife?

Huh.

McGEE: Abby? - Over here.

McGEE: Over where? - Over down here.

I'm trying to decide if this is a yellow-light or a red-light situation.

[LAUGHS]

ABBY: You only wish I was still sexually harassing you.

So, uh, Gibbs wants us to figure out how so much CO

got pumped into the vehicle's cabin.

Okay, first of all, McGee, his name is Otto.

O-T-T-O. It's a palindrome.

And second, he is so much more than a vehicle.

I've never seen programming like this.

It's complex, elegant, visionary. It's way out of my league.

- You? - I got lost about 50 lines in.

Seabrook was operating on a whole different level.

If they used the Al to sabotage or redirect the exhaust

into the ventilation system, that could take us months to track.

- Make sure you tell Gibbs that. - I did.

I told him we needed help from the Azeon people.

- How? Right now they're all suspects. - That's what he said.

Great. Well, how long did he give us this time?

Today.

ENGLER: This is completely unacceptable.

When do we get our vehicle back?

GIBBS:When we're done with it. - Doing what?

Figuring out how it was used to kill Lieutenant Seabrook.

Are all NCIS agents this stupid?

Mr. Engler. Insulting our guest won't bring Otto back here any sooner.

Of course. My apologies.

How long will it take for you to figure out

- Roni killed herself, Agent Gibbs? - Who said she killed herself?

She was the only one down here this morning.

You mean except for you?

Torsten, take a break. I'll handle this.

Well, you'd better, Russell.

He's jeopardising the entire future of this company.

What he was trying to say was that this proof-of-concept test

is make-or-break time for us, Agent Gibbs.

- Reschedule it. - I tried.

The DOD won't budge on the dates.

Dozens of teams are flying in from all over the world.

Then you'd better help me find Lieutenant Seabrook's killer.

Where's your chief mechanic?

Jamie? No. No, not possible.

He got along very well with Roni. They were very good friends.

He sexually assaulted her in this garage last night.

JEANNE: Have you been watching all these medical shows on TV lately?

They're absurd. I mean, come on.

- Definitely yellow-light. JEANNE: Cytology tests take 72 hours,

but Dr. House gets his results back in ten minutes. It's ridiculous.

In the entertainment world they call that suspension of disbelief.

Tony.

[JEANNE CHUCKLES]

- Hi. - What are you doing here?

Oh, well, I was in the area and I thought I would, uh, drop this off.

- You found it. - Yes, I did.

Thank you.

Uh, who's the guy molesting your neck

- over there? - Oh.

Just curious.

Am I detecting a little bit ofjealousy here?

Huh. Me? Ha, ha. Jealous?

Yeah. Who was he?

- He's gay. - Okay. Good.

[CHUCKLES]

What's next? Insisting that I can't see other people?

Oh, no. That would-- That would just be cruel.

You're the one who was too busy last night.

Yeah. And I'll make it up to you.

- When? - Tomorrow.

- I promise. - Promise?

- What's that? Marking your territory? - No, just a reminder.

Just until you make good on your promise.

Huh.

Looks like she did a Trading Spaces with John Nash.

Russell Crowe played him in A Beautiful Mind,

the Ron Howard movie about the insane mathematician.

What kind of tests are you getting done?

Why? Are you worried about me?

You're keeping a paper bag filled with crap in your desk. What do you think?

I think you should go and check the bedroom.

That is,

unless you want me to come with you and help.

What?

Just wondering if offering to take me to a bedroom

constitutes sexual harassment.

Well, if you have to ask, then it's not harassment.

ZIVA: Tony, get in here.

I just found Jamie Jones.

[JONES GRUNTS]

Untie me.

ZIVA: What do you think, Tony?

TONY: Well, you saw the video of him assaulting Lieutenant Seabrook.

Doesn't explain how he ended up tied to her bedposts,

with a ball gag in his mouth.

Well, have you ever heard of accomplices?

[CELL PHONE RINGING]

TONY: Oh.

- Tony. - Am I catching you at a bad time?

Uh, what can I do for you?

Tomorrow night I was thinking sushi.

There's a great new place in Georgetown.

TONY: Okay. - Oh, don't sound so excited.

I'm at work. But right. Got it. Okay.

[BOTH GRUNT]

What part of inappropriate touching don't you understand?

ZIVA: Uni Hospital.

Test results came back already?

I'm pregnant. McGee's gonna be very proud.

What are you looking at?

Keep an eye on the jump suit.

Seabrook's got a bunch of MP3 files on here.

All created over the last 24 hours.

ABBY: Do you think she was illegally downloading?

No, they were recorded with a laptop's microphone.

I think she was making verbal observations while running her test.

I'm going to line up the time stamps.

She might have made a recording while she was dying.

ABBY: So she was in the passenger seat.

Probably buckled her seatbelt.

If she was tied to something, what would she be tied to?

Hmm.

[GASPING]

McGee. McGee.

McGee. McGee.

McGee.

McGee, help me.

McGee.

[COUGHING AND GRUNTING]

[ABBY COUGHING]

McGee. McGee.

Help.

It won't open. The kill switch.

[ALARM SOUNDING]

GIBBS: Cover your face.

ABBY: Aah!

[ABBY COUGHING]

Permission to hug.

GIBBS: You know you never have to ask, Abby.

- What happened? GIBBS: Get the chair.

I almost bought the farm, McGee.

[ABBY GASPING]

I saw that old lady telling me to run to the light.

Boss, my back was only turned for a few seconds.

A few more seconds, McGee, she'd be dead.

- Are you okay? - Yeah. Really light-headed.

Boss. Evidence cage called in an emergency.

It was me, DiNozzo. Stand down.

- You attacked the car? - Car tried to kill Abby.

I think there was a short.

When I tried to unbuckle my seatbelt,

it pinned me back and the windows shut, and the engine started.

It triggered all the doors in the car to lock.

And then the whole cabin filled up with exhaust.

A few minutes more I would have been singing hymns

with my angels right now.

Abby, I'd have noticed before then.

Then I would have hugged you, McGee.

So Lieutenant Seabrook was killed by a malfunction?

- Too many variables. - It was deliberate.

The lieutenant was set up to look like suicide.

I think it's time we had a heart-to-heart with Jones, boss.

How'd he do it?

It's not a damn quiz, McGee, find out!

- I'm on it. - What'd you say to Jones?

Nothing. He's been asking about Lieutenant Seabrook.

Acting like she's still alive.

- Come on. Ducky's checking you out. ABBY: I'm fine.

GIBBS: It's not a request, Abby.

This is not good.

Look, this is all just a big misunderstanding, Agent Gibbs.

All you have to do is call one phone number, man.

GIBBS: Lawyer? - No. Roni.

Look, I know what it must look like back at her apartment, but--

Lieutenant Seabrook's your girlfriend now?

Yeah. Look, we worked together for a few years.

We started dating maybe six months back.

- Dating? - Yeah.

What's that look like?

It's a stupid game, man. Only when we're alone.

You like games, Jones?

We're just role-playing, all right? It's not like we're freaks.

[JONES EXHALES SHARPLY]

Come on. Am I going to lose my security clearance over this?

You almost killed one of my people today.

- What? - That damn Humvee you used

- to kill Lieutenant Seabrook. - Roni? What are you talking about?

Roni is downstairs, Jones. On a steel slab.

This is one of her jokes, right?

Is she behind the glass? Huh?

Because if you are, Roni, this isn't funny.

Roni?

Tell me that's not real.

[JONES CRYING]

I did it, Abby.

I know how they got in.

How did you know I was here?

I didn't.

- Abby, I'm sorry for-- - I know.

I thought you were supposed to ask for permission first.

Never with you, Tim.

He's telling the truth.

Just a quick test run and she's coming right back to him.

[CELL PHONE RINGS]

- Yeah, Gibbs. ABBY: McGee figured it out.

Right with you, Abs.

The reason we couldn't find how they hacked

the Al programme was they didn't.

They snuck in before the system was even online.

Makes sense.

There were a series of commands inserted into the flash memory

of the bios at boot-up.

They waited until the conditions were met, and then bam,

killer-car syndrome.

McGEE: Once executed, they purged from memory.

The only trace left, an extra space on one of the motherboard's bio chips.

I figured it'd be something like that.

Right.

Um, we know the programme was flashed from a physical device

- that was tied into the system. - Memory stick.

SD card. We just need to find it.

When we do, we'll have the killer code and a clue to who wrote it.

I think we lost him. We need to try it again, but slower.

So, what you're saying is we need to find something this small

in a Humvee jammed with $22 million worth of electronics.

Pretty much.

We're screwed.

That is an excellent point.

- You wanted to see me? - You have plans tonight, Tony.

Actually, no. Tomorrow I'm going to a--

It wasn't a question.

We've had these three under observation

ever since you tagged their bags at the airport.

They made reservations for dinner tonight here.

The reservation is for four.

I wanna know who they're meeting with.

TONY:Excellent. I've always wanted to try the food at this place,

but it's a little outside of my price range.

JEN: Mm. You won't be inside.

We couldn't risk them ID'ing you as the baggage handler from the airport.

So, what's the plan?

We're going to take a more covert approach on this one.

Oh.

Did I ever tell you covert's my middle name?

[SINGING] ln my perspective

I see the people From the big jet plane

The woman looks Teutonic She drinks a vodka tonic

And two bald men sit with her Waiting for a fourth

They're not going to order That main course

Until that person come

[DOG HOWLING]

Hey. Everybody's a critic.

Amscray. Get out of here.

WOMAN 1 : I'm not sure. He called me, like, a week ago.

WOMAN 2: Oh, really?

JEN: Keep your eyes on the prize, Tango-Eight.

I may even let you keep the money you're making.

[SINGING] Oh, sorry

I just do what I can

You're not gonna sing the whole thing, are you?

I've gotta do what I gotta do I'm just a man

Oh, speaking of man

Another man Walks through that front door

Wearing a polka dot scarf

Will he join the table? I don't know

Yes, he does And greets the pretty lady

What do they say? Who knows?

He's sitting at the table With the other people from the plane

Stay steady on the target, Tango-Eight, I want his photo.

Isolate and freeze frame.

TONY [SINGING]: They are having a conversation

A heavy, heavy, conversation

That man talk, talk, talk a lot He talk, talk, talk a lot

Jenny, do you think I've been made?

Do you see what I see?

JEN: Relax, Tango-Eight.

I'm sure he's just checking his reflection in the glass.

ABBY:Hey, what was that movie where they took the whole car apart?

McGEE: I am not Tony. - Come on, you know the one.

They were looking for heroin and they took apart that entire car?

Still not Tony.

Abby, I think I found it.

- That's it. That's the kill programme. - Yes.

That's a good job.

Now put it back together.

[McGEE EXHALES SHARPLY]

- As in now. - Gibbs, what's the rush?

GIBBS: The director just assured the secretary of the Navy

we were handling this thing with kid gloves.

ABBY: Well, we didn't get that memo.

Because, you know, we're wearing latex.

GIBBS: They want a team from Azeon to come by and check

and make sure we didn't break anything.

- When? - Two hours.

Boss, it took us ten just to take it apart.

Yeah, that's why I brought you help.

Man, Roni would be in tears if she saw Otto like this.

Can you do it or not, Jones?

- Does he have to run? - It'd be nice.

ZIVA: You all right? TONY: Define all right.

Find out the results from the medical tests yet?

Not yet.

What time is the Azeon team getting here?

[LAUGHS]

Forty minutes ago. You fell asleep.

Gibbs and Jenny are stalling them in her office now.

If you've discovered the problem with the vehicle we can fix it.

It wasn't a problem. It was sabotage.

ENGLER: By whom? - An expert in artificial intelligence.

Well, then it wasn't Jamie.

It must be one of the companies we're competing against.

They know that they can't beat us in a fair fight.

The winner of the drive-off gets the entire DOD contract,

Director Shepard, not just the Navy's.

The Navy's banking on you, doctor.

[CELL PHONE RINGS]

It's why I've agreed to the secretary's request that you visually inspect Otto.

When?

Right now if you'd like.

Agent Gibbs, would you mind escorting us?

Where's Otto?

Gibbs?

We have let a robot killer Humvee loose on the streets of Washington.

Uh, technically, director, it's a second-generation, fully autonomous--

I don't care what it's called. Find it. Fast.

- BOLO. On it, boss. - I'll take the beltway.

Abby and I will see if we can access Otto's system remotely.

I think I might be able to help with that.

Someone had to send Otto a remote command

and navigational data. All we have to do is find it--

So we can back-trace it to our bad guy.

If we access the vehicle, can we remotely operate it?

- Yeah. I've seen Roni do it before. - How?

I don't know, man, I'm just a mechanic.

This Al stuff is way out of my league.

Okay, what's your job during test runs?

I monitor stuff like tyre pressure, fuel injectors--

- How? - I have my own programme.

- I mean, I could try. - Do it.

All right. But even if I get in,

all I can tell you is stuff like oil pressure and fuel levels.

Navigation, external sensors, that's all handled by scientists.

All right, I'm in. Now what?

- Just sit back and let the scientist-- - Kick all kinds of major ass.

Roni would have really liked you guys.

Okay, Abby. We are in sync.

We're now following the same stream back into Otto as Jamie's programme.

Jamie, what's the most complex sensory monitor with this?

- Um, I'd say fuel injectors. ABBY: When something goes wrong,

do you just monitor it or is there something you can do?

I have the ability to tweak parameters to avoid engine damage.

That's our way in. Is that programme on here too?

Yeah, it's, uh, right there.

Great. Before we were just receiving, now we can send.

Tweak something.

- All right, uh, what? - It doesn't matter.

I just need to follow it downstream back into Otto.

Okay. Um...

How's that?

I'm in.

I'll pull up the navigation subdirectory.

Accessing Otto's onboard GPS.

- It's stopped. - It's right off of Route 123 in Fairfax.

Go, McGee.

I'll keep working on back-tracing the guy that sent him there.

ZIVA: Clear.

They took our chip, boss.

GIBBS: When I told you to put this car back together,

I didn't mean put it back together with the only piece of evidence we had.

I didn't. We put in a copy. Abby's got the original.

Otto has five stereo cameras.

Hoping one of them got a picture of our guy.

TONY: We're definitely dealing with someone on the inside.

They knew where Otto's cameras were.

The only picture I got is this.

TONY: That thing takes worse pictures than you do.

They went to a lot of trouble to get the chip back. Why?

Like you said, it's the only evidence we have.

They know we can link it to them. How?

There weren't any prints on the surface.

The programme's in assembly language. I'm not sure.

[CELL PHONE RINGS]

Yeah, Gibbs.

I back-traced the connection used to activate Otto.

They're in Azeon's network. They're online right now.

I even have the-- Gibbs?

Ugh.

Don't worry, Jamie. We are gonna get this guy.

PIKE: You're sure about this, Agent Gibbs?

We sure about this, McGee?

Well, Abby gave me the specific IP address

for the computer used to access Otto. I'll know it when I find it.

- Which one was it? - We're working on it.

[COMPUTER BEEPING]

Boss? IP address matches this one.

Engler.

ZIVA: Hey! JONES: You bastard! You killed her!

ENGLER: Get him off me! JONES: What's the matter?

- You couldn't share the limelight? - Why would I kill Seabrook?

You were jealous of Roni from the moment you met her.

That's ridiculous. If anything, she was jealous of me.

I demand to know what proof you have against me.

- This. - A flash chip?

It was used to kill Lieutenant Seabrook.

The one you took from the vehicle was a copy.

Let me see the code.

Everyone here has their own specific style.

I can tell you with certainty who wrote that one.

As can I, Engler. May I?

You're mistaken, Agent Gibbs.

This chip is blank.

Let him go.

- Boss? GIBBS: Let him go.

He's the one who found Seabrook.

If he wanted the chip back, he would have taken it before anyone got there.

Dr. Pike,

the only thing you erased from this chip

were my photos.

The real chip's in the evidence locker at NCIS.

She thought of you like a father.

She was supposed to take the morning off, Jamie.

It was an accident.

I would never, never--

Who was supposed to drive Otto that morning?

Me.

You senile old fool. You were trying to kill me.

I did it for all of us.

He owns half the company. When Otto wins that race,

we would have been stuck working with him forever.

Nobody deserves that. You smug bastard.

I never should have brought you in on this.

- Look, he's destroying... - If red light is for sexually assaulting

a co-worker, what colour is for murder?

- Uh, how does black light sound? - Works for me.

- Hey. It's late. Go home. - Just, uh, doing a little research.

On what?

ZIVA: Y. pestis.

A very nasty illness.

It can cause permanent damage to the heart, lungs and kidneys.

And in some cases, patients can relapse months, or even years later.

- Tony had it. GIBBS:I know, Ziva. I was there.

Did you know that he had some tests done recently?

And he's been wearing a hospital bracelet on his wrist?

Nope.

I asked him why, but he won't tell me.

Then he's probably got a pretty good reason.

[EXHALES SHARPLY]

So, uh,

can I take this thing off now?

[TONY CLEARS THROAT]

I haven't made up my mind yet.

Okay. You do know that it's for the psych ward, right?

Yeah. Oh, yeah. I picked it out special for you.