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DUCKY:
Corporal Liam Michael O'Neill.

Ah, that's a good Irish name.

I'm from Scotland myself.

I hope you won't hold that
against me.

Twenty-four years old.

Too young for us to be meeting
on this chilly morning.

"United States Marine Corps,

found face down in a snow drift
in Montrose Park."

Well, how did you end up there

at 6:00 in the morning?

Not stumbling home
from a big night out, I trust.

Now that would be a tragic waste
of a young life.

This is the place

where death rejoices
in teaching the living.

Liam, what can you teach us?

Mm...

A wee bump.

Oh, perhaps I spoke too soon.

Perhaps you weren't the architect
of your own destruction.

[KETTLE WHISTLING]

[GASPING THEN DUCKY YELLS]

There is nothing lucky about waking up
during your own autopsy, probie.

At least you know you're not dead.

Ducky's the one who's lucky.

- Why is Ducky lucky?
- Well, well, look who's finally here.

Oh. Like you've never been late, left
early or gone mysteriously "missing."

Oh, no, that's my point exactly.
Tardiness is my middle name.

In fact, it's expected of me.

You, on the other hand, have become
the poster girl for punctuality.

[LAUGHS]

- Late night?
- Early morning. Run. New route.

Took longer than I expected.
Will run faster tomorrow.

- Now why is Ducky lucky?
- He found a dead man walking.

I've had enough
of dead men walking.

No, this one was really dead.

Ducky was about to start the autopsy
and he came back to life.

Like Lazarus.

No, like Liam.

Liam O'Neill. Corporal.

McGEE: Who was
a communications specialist

attached to Marine Supply Division
Combat Support Hospital in Baghdad.

On a 15-day leave
from his unit in Iraq.

- Third tour.
ZIVA: Hardcore Marine.

Due to fly back to Baghdad
day after tomorrow.

How does a man who is not dead,
end up on Ducky's autopsy table?

[WHISTLING]

DUCKY:
It was the Metro Police.

They reported a dead man,
not an unconscious one.

You know,
there's an old paramedic saying,

"They're not dead
until they're warm and dead."

Can't really blame them.

Face down in a snow drift,

core temperature
20 degrees below normal.

No discernible heartbeat.
Could have been there for hours.

It's not an unreasonable conclusion
under the circumstances.

CPR?

DUCKY:
By their estimation, he was long dead.

CPR is for the recent dead.

Never crossed their minds.

You know, the physiology
is very interesting.

Faced with imminent death,
the brain begins to switch off the lights

to preserve
the last flicker of life and hope.

Prognosis?

Well, children have been known
to make a full recovery

after being pulled
from freezing rivers, ooh,

two hours
after they've apparently drowned.

Adults are rarely so lucky.

He'll be on a ventilator, and the hospital
will constantly check his condition.

- Got nothing for us here, Duck.
- On the contrary.

He had a lump
on his left temporal area

and bruising on the back
and sides of his neck.

He didn't fall into that snow drift.

No, he was struck
on the side of the head.

His face was pushed into the snow,

violently held by his neck
and the back of the head.

Probably until he stopped thrashing.

How's that for starters?

Not much to see.

ZIVA:
I wouldn't say that.

TONY: No, no, no...
McGEE: He sure calls her a lot.

And she calls him more often
than he calls her.

- Meaning?
- Commitment issues.

She is. He's not.

TONY:
What time?

Okay, you gonna give me
a clue about this mystery date?

Jeanne, gym shoes is not a clue.

Naked is a clue.
You want me naked?

All right,
you don't wanna see me naked.

All right,

I'll bring you gym shoes.

Bye.

Glad you could join us.

- Well, there's not much to see.
GIBBS: Appreciate it.

O'Neill was wearing
a light shirt, no jacket.

What's that tell you, McGee?

TONY: Jacket was stolen?
- Or he left it close by.

Or someplace warm.

There's no houses nearby.
Service road's close, though.

Car.

Silver '97 Mustang.

Licence plate
Delta Zulu 15 Lima 37.

McGEE:
Bingo on the jacket.

The motive wasn't robbery.

Sequentially numbered bills.
Freshly minted.

Five hundred dollars.

Heater is set high, ignition is on. Must
have sat there with the engine running.

- Guess he left in a hurry.
- Well, he didn't leave fast enough.

Good afternoon, Gibbs.

Well, good afternoon, Abs.
How did you know it was me?

Because I found something.

Whenever I find something, you
always know, then you come see me.

- I do?
- Yeah. If I didn't, you wouldn't be here.

- Have you been listening?
- You found what?

This,

in his left trouser pocket.

- It's organic.
- Illegal?

We could smoke it and find out.

Kidding, I'm gonna let
the mass spec smoke that.

But I also found this, a receipt
from a restaurant in Baghdad.

Corporal's on his third tour, Abs.

But he's been on leave
for three weeks.

So, what was he doing in Baghdad
three days ago?

See the date?
I think he had a falafel.

That's a good catch, Abby.

Do you think it's ESP?

I mean, that you
always know when I find something?

And if it is ESP,
are you reading my mind

or am I sending you
some sort of weird brain thoughts

out of my head and into yours?

Come back, Gibbs.

Boss, I got it.

I cross-checked it with lCE.

O'Neill left the country eight days ago
using his own passport.

He was travelling as a private citizen.

Arrived back in the country
two days ago.

Record of travel?

Direct to Frankfurt then on to
Baghdad. Came back the same way.

Wouldn't call Baghdad
one of your top ten tourist destinations.

Especially if you've just come
from there and you're going back.

- And people shooting at you.
- Trying to blow you up.

- Airline?
- Uh, didn't fly commercial.

He flew there and back with an
air freight company called Fast Flight.

Operates out of a warehouse
near Dulles Airport.

GIBBS:
Address.

Ziva.

MAN 1 :
The landing fees are a rip-off. They--

Damascus then.

[MAN 2 SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY
ON PHONE]

- What about Cairo?
MAN 2: Already checked.

Look, you're just gonna have to find
me a better gas station right now

or I'm gonna have to push
that damn plane all the way home.

- I'll find you something. Don't sweat it.
- You do that.

Who are you?

Federal agents.

NTSB?

NCIS.

[LAUGHS]

Right, you gotta love
those acronyms.

Maybe that's what
this company needs.

Huh?

An acronym.

Bad day, Mr. Taylor?

I guess that depends
on what you want.

- Excuse me.
GIBBS: Liam O'Neill.

You flew him to Baghdad
and back this week.

All legal. Had a passport.
Cleared customs. Filed the paperwork.

ZIVA:
Why did he fly with you?

Fast Flight.

Oh. F.F.
There's an acronym for you.

Stands for free flights.

You flew him free of charge?

Ex-Royal Air Force.
A good deed for a serving Marine.

Don't get a lot of people
hitching a ride to Baghdad.

ZIVA: Why was he going to Baghdad?
- Ah, he said he was on leave.

He just found out his unit had been hit.
One of his buddies was wounded.

Wanted to see him.

What's he done?

Someone tried to kill him.

- Is he gonna be okay?
ZIVA: Maybe.

Something you wanna add?

Some guys met him
outside Baghdad International Airport.

[CELL PHONE RINGING]

- What guys?
ZIVA: Yes.

- B.A.G.s.
ZIVA: Mm-hm.

Bad-ass guys. With guns.

Plenty of them in Baghdad.

You ask him about it
on the flight home?

Wasn't very talkative.

His buddy didn't make it.

Someone's with Corporal O'Neill
at the hospital.

- Next of kin?
- He has no next of kin.

Hello, probie.

Hello, Mike.

You know this Marine?

He's my son.

ZIVA:
Here you go. Black. No sugar.

FRANKS:
Thanks.

You never told me you had a son.

Didn't find out
till a couple of years ago.

Got a phone call one day.

It was him.

He tracked me down.

We met. Had a few beers.

He was just about to deploy.

Didn't hear from him again
until a couple of days ago.

Said he was in trouble.

What kind of trouble?

Didn't say.

You wouldn't know it now,

but he's got his mother's hair.

Used to blow across her face
and get in her eyes.

She'd get so pissed. And I'd laugh.

She died a few years ago.

We were only together six months.

Didn't even know she was pregnant
when she left.

What do the doctors say?

What doctors always say.

Not much that makes any sense.

Doing tests.

Brain waves and reflexes.
All that neurological stuff.

Do you know who did this, probie?

Not yet.

Guess you wouldn't tell me
if you did.

No.

You need a place
to stay tonight, Mike?

Might just stay here.

With my boy.

[GIBBS EXHALES SHARPLY]

- There any hope?
LEISTEN: As I was just explaining

to your colleague, the patient
is unresponsive to external stimuli.

His name's Corporal O'Neill.

Corporal O'Neill.

There's still more testing to do,

which will determine if there's any
cerebral circulation present.

But at this point, it would be wrong
to offer any hope.

- When will you know for certain?
- Tomorrow.

- Thank you.
- Sure.

He knows?

He knows.

JEANNE: Didn't I say gym shoes?
TONY: Oh, yeah. Ha, ha.

Well, you know me.
Always following doctor's orders.

- You ever climb one of these before?
- No.

- Nervous?
- Should I be?

It's a long way up.

Ah, yes, it is. And once you're up,
it's a long way down.

Oh, you're all strapped in.
You'll be fine.

[YELLS]

Ooh. Huh.

Can you please let that go
a little bit?

- Thank you.
- Mm.

I'll be climbing beside you.
Let me just--

- Okay.
- Mm, good look for you.

- Okay.
- Is this gonna be a race?

No, speed climbing's for the experts.

Experts like you.

When you're ready.

Huh.

Okay.

[GRUNTING]

[JEANNE LAUGHING]

[TONY LAUGHING]

So, what do I get
if I beat you to the top?

You get to tell me you love me.

TONY:
And if I don't beat you?

You still get to tell me you love me.

So is that followed
by other physical pursuits?

- If you're not too tired.
- Oh.

- I'm never too tired.
- Hey, wait.

[GRUNTING]

Cheater. You told me
you'd never climbed before.

No, I said I've never climbed
one of these before. Ha-hee!

Oh, I'm gonna beat you.

And I'm there.

- You're good.
- You're better.

How can I ever trust you again?

Where did you learn to climb?

There was this big old pine tree
in my backyard.

It was about three times higher
than we are now.

And I used to climb it
all the way to the tippity top.

One day I refused to come down,
ha, ha,

and my mom
called the fire department.

Why didn't you wanna come down?

The view was too beautiful.

Just like it is now.

TONY:
Mm.

You beat me to the top.
You know what that means.

Other physical pursuits?

Last one down's on top. Ooh!

[MUSIC PLAYING]

It's just so sad, you know?

You have a son you never knew about
for all those years.

And then right
when you find out... Ah.

It doesn't seem fair.

Maybe you should call all your old
girlfriends, you know, just to check.

That won't take long.

What I mean is, uh,

I can't imagine any of them
having a baby without telling me.

Tony, on the other hand...

[CELL PHONE RINGS]

Last ten numbers
called and received.

McGEE:
And voicemail.

Voicemail's protected
by a PIN number.

And it's gonna take some time.

Okay, a bunch of international calls.
Prefix 964.

It's Iraq's country code. Five calls
back and forth to Fast Flight.

Second-to-last dialled and second-
to-last received are the same number.

In the name of Pagoda Investments.

Looks like
we might have a money trail.

Company's owned by Jalil Shaloub.

Known to his friends
and enemies as Jimmy.

Small-time investment advisor,
big-time loan shark.

Also on Homeland Security's
watch list.

Iraqi father. Lebanese mother.
Moved here after the first Gulf War.

- Any active surveillance?
- None that anyone is admitting to.

Shaloub channels money
into a Beirut investment bank,

which may or may not
support Hezbollah.

ZIVA:
Hezbollah?

Walks a dangerous path.

What's the connection
with Corporal O'Neill?

Could be software, hardware,
troop deployments, timetables.

- O'Neill could be a seller.
- Or a buyer.

Either way he keeps bad company.

You think Franks knows?

ZIVA:
Know him, Mr. Shaloub?

Marine Corporal Liam O'Neill.

- He came to see me.
GIBBS: When?

SHALOUB: Two days ago.
- About?

What all of my clients come to see me
about, Agent Gibbs. Money.

You give him any?

No, I decided
he was too risky a proposition.

ZIVA:
What interest rate do you charge?

Why? Do you need a loan?

[CHUCKLES]

Fifty percent?

One hundred percent?
Two hundred percent?

I would say the risk is theirs.

How much
did Corporal O'Neill want?

Twenty-five thousand dollars.

GIBBS:
For?

My policy's not to ask.

Maybe you didn't have to.

We met, we drank coffee,
we did not do business.

He told me nothing
about why he needed the money.

- How soon did he need it?
- Immediately.

- Cash?
- Of course, all my clients prefer cash.

Even the ones
in Beirut and Baghdad?

I'm sorry I can't be more helpful.

From all the questions you're asking,
I can only assume that Corporal O'Neill

is involved in some criminal activity,
Agent Gibbs.

You mean like you?

SHALOUB:
if you believed that, Officer David,

we would be meeting
in your office, not mine.

GIBBS:
ls there someone you can call?

- Might have a friend in Tel Aviv.
- Make it happen.

- Shared intelligence.
GIBBS: I'd settle for any.

McGee?

Turn over the rock on this guy.
Company records, IRS, bank details.

I'll check the Homeland Security file.
What am I looking for?

You'll know it when you see it.

- How is he?
- They're done testing.

- Liam mixed up with him?
GIBBS: McGee.

FRANKS: Who is he?
GIBBS: Can't say.

Whatever he's done, good or bad,
he's still my boy.

Nothing else I can tell you.

It's not why I'm here.

That's everything.

Apart from his clothing and his car,
we're still checking those for prints.

FRANKS:
Said it belonged to his mother.

Her religion and mine.

War and peace.

Can you release these?

I need one more thing, probie.

A witness.

That's okay.

[EKG FLATLINING]

I waited for you, Gibbs.

- You got something.
- I do.

And you're not gonna like it.

The print on the left
was lifted from inside Liam's car.

The print on the right

is a match from our database.

Franks was in the car, Gibbs.

McGEE:
How much did Franks know?

- Not enough to save his son.
- Maybe not much at all.

You ever tell your dad
what you were up to?

- Every day.
- Wrong person to ask.

ZIVA: Liam flew to Baghdad,
met bad guys, flew back,

and someone tried to kill him.

McGEE:
Succeeded.

- Deal gone wrong, maybe?
GIBBS: Dealing what?

He was a communications specialist.
Equipment, software, secrets.

Only had limited access.
Didn't know any secrets.

[CELL PHONE RINGS]

- Yeah, Gibbs.
- Any news for me, probie?

GIBBS:
Could be, Mike.

Come on in. I'll brief you.

- Why don't you come to me?
- Where?

4th and H
by the South Beach Freeway.

I'll be right there.

- Need any backup, boss?
- Friend, not foe, DiNozzo.

We hope.

[CLICKS FINGERS]

[TONY DIALLING PHONE]

[PHONE RINGING]

[VOICE MAIL]
Hey, you've reached Jeanne.

Leave a message.

Hey, this is your
friendly neighbourhood stalker

leaving his third message of the day.
I hope everything's okay.

Call me when you can, ciao.

ZIVA:
Did she give you the cold elbow?

Shoulder.

And no, she has very warm shoulders
to me.

- Are you two fighting?
- We don't fight.

Well, maybe she does
and you haven't even noticed.

Or maybe you said something
that hurt her.

Or maybe you said nothing

when you should have said
something.

Mm.

She's just busy.

High stress job.

Not a lot of time for phone calls.
Do you mind?

ZIVA: Of course.
- Thanks.

[CHUCKLES]

[TONY DIALLING PHONE]

Hi, I'm trying to contact
Dr. Jeanne Benoit.

- I was wondering if you might--
WOMAN: I'm sorry, she's already left.

- She has? What time?
- Yes. About an hour ago.

- Would you like to leave a message?
- No.

- Okay.
- I'll call her at home, thanks.

You're welcome.

GIBBS:
Found your prints in his car, Mike.

Figured you probably would.

You should have told me
you saw him.

Didn't want you asking me
too many questions.

About?

What my son was involved in.

Are you gonna tell me?

I saw him a couple of days ago.

He needed money.

Just about cleaned me out,
but I got it for him.

Twenty-five thousand.

He took five hundred,
asked me to hold the rest.

Said it was safer that way.

Said he would call me
when he needed it.

Never called.

What's this about?

- Wouldn't tell me.
- He wouldn't tell you,

or you won't tell me?

We're getting more alike,
you and me, probie.

Even feeling the same pain.

I don't know how you didn't go crazy
when you lost your little girl.

Maybe you did for a while.

Maybe you still are.

I just know I gotta do what's right
for my boy.

I owe him that.

Let me handle it.

You gotta be somewhere?

I want the body sent to my place
in Mexico when Ducky's done with it.

Can you arrange that for me?

I don't wanna have to come
after you, Mike.

Then don't.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

- Hey.
- Hey back.

I left some messages.
Uh, I was getting kind of worried.

I'm fine.

I'm not getting that "I'm fine" feeling
from you, Jeanne.

I was gonna bring you flowers.

Where are they?

Uh, I didn't wanna stop.

Big mistake.

Jeanne, this is about, uh...

About what I didn't say
when I beat you to the top, right?

I wanted to believe that, uh,

you didn't understand
what I was saying.

I wanted to give you
a second chance.

And a third chance
and a fourth chance.

I've said it now, Tony,
and you never have.

Well, that's not true.

"Love you"
after other physical pursuits

is not the same as "I love you."

And please, don't insult either of us
by saying it now.

Even if I mean it?

I don't think you know if you mean it.

I love you.

Now you need to figure out
if you feel the same way.

I don't wanna hurt you.

Then just go now and figure out
what it is that you want for us.

Ziva, talked to your friend yet?

Shaloub is a person of interest,
but that is all.

No known terrorist links.

More concerned with money
than ideology.

It's Mike Franks' rental.
Put a BOLO on it.

Well, if he has been here, he's
probably booked into a hotel or motel.

Start checking.

McGee?

I'm still trying to crack
Liam's voice mail security code.

- It's a matter of time.
- Something we don't have. DiNozzo?

TONY:
Boss.

You help Ziva.

Hey.

- Not good?
- Not good.

Gibbs, you shouldn't be here.

I don't have anything for you,

and I didn't send out
any calling-Gibbs vibes.

I'm not psychic, Abs. Just checking.

Did Mike try to get any information
about the case?

I barely saw him.

- Hasn't phoned?
- No.

You thought he might
try to sneak a peek?

- I would have.
- Well, then why didn't he?

Seeing as you two
are so much alike?

Peas in a pod, Gibbs.
Tweedle Dee, Tweedle Dum.

[MONITOR BEEPING]

Whoa. Gibbs.

You knew before I knew it knew.
Before it knew it knew.

The green compound we found
in Corporal O'Neill's pants pocket.

That's what I was gonna call you
about. This is getting really spooky.

Lawsonia inermis.
More commonly known as henna.

It's used in body art.
Mostly in the Middle East.

It's beautiful, but it doesn't last.
Not like a real tattoo.

- Other uses?
- Hair dye.

But the tattoos are really cool.

They have a lot of intricate patterns
and shadings.

I should probably get one.
What do you think?

Don't answer out loud.

Just think it.

I'll take that as a no.

DUCKY:
Well, here we are again, dear boy.

Not the outcome
for which either of us had hoped.

No more miracles, just answers.

You're two hours early, Jethro.
I'm only just beginning.

- I need tattoos, Ducky.
- Ah.

A direct query
demanding a direct response,

which in this case, is a direct no.

Somewhat surprising
for a young Marine.

[PHONE RINGING]

- Autopsy.
McGEE: ls Gibbs with you

- by any chance?
- Yes, he is.

- Tell him I cracked the code, okay?
- Indeed.

Timothy says to tell you
that he's cracked the code,

whatever that may mean.

No peace.

Even for the dead.

Just wanted to make sure.

There's only one message
in Liam's in-box.

MAN: Hey, buddy. Your package
arrives at the end of the week.

You wanna pick it up,
the price just doubled.

Nick Taylor.

The last call that Liam made
was to Fast Flight.

- Maybe it was to arrange a meeting.
- They meet. They argue. They fight.

Logged into FAA, Gibbs.

Fast Flight, FF-716,
freight service from Baghdad.

We have a problem.

Landed an hour and a half ago.

ZIVA: Clear.
TONY: Clear.

Clear.

ZIVA:
Somebody beat us to it.

DUCKY:
Multiple victims.

Multiple wounds.

GIBBS: Pray and spray.
DUCKY: Possibly.

But dead in only a matter
of 15 or 20 minutes before you arrived.

- Jethro, do you think--?
GIBBS: I'm not speculating, Duck.

- I want evidence.
ZIVA: Gibbs.

Blankets, pillows, water bottles.

McGEE: All the comforts of home.
- Human cargo.

Looks to be three of everything.

But only two bodies. Assuming Taylor
was already here at the office.

One got away.

- The shooter?
GIBBS: Maybe.

Boss.

Arabic.

That's a Koran.

The FAA says all the paperwork
was in order when the flight landed.

- Customs?
- Only checked the cargo manifest.

No x-ray, no physical search
of air containers.

It was unloaded and taken straight
to the warehouse.

- Air crew?
ZIVA: Oblivious.

Still at the airport
overseeing an engine inspection.

Got an ID
on the other two victims here.

Peter Thomas McLean,
Private, United States Army.

Reported missing three weeks ago

from the U.S. Army base
at Würzburg, near Frankfurt.

- Missing?
McGEE: Deserted.

Unit was shipped to Iraq two days
after he disappeared.

Second victim
is Franz Bernhard Schuler.

He's a German national
wanted by Interpol for murder.

Killed a cop.
Believed to be trying to flee Europe

for the United States.

Made it.

- Almost.
TONY: Taylor was running

a passenger service for bad guys.

- I wonder how much the tickets were?
McGEE: Too much.

Which leads us to passenger
number 3, Muslim and missing.

- Terrorist?
ZIVA: Might explain all the dead bodies.

Left no one alive to identify him.

Or maybe just a frightened witness
who got away.

GIBBS: Anything?
- Phone company can't track him.

Franks must have his cell phone off.

He knows we'd be trying
to get a hold of him.

[PHONE RINGING]

- McGee.
OFFICER: This is Metro.

- We have a hit on your BOLO.
- Where?

2615 Linden.

Got it. Thank you.

Metro Police just found Franks' car.

ZIVA: We could fall back
and set up surveillance.

Ah, it's too late.

TONY: Must be a dozen hotels
within a mile of here.

- Parked and walked?
- That's what I'd do.

I'll start checking them
as soon as we get back.

Oh, boy.

Recently fired.

McGEE: Do you think he did it?
- Mike Franks is a very capable man.

- That extend to murder?
- Revenge. Taylor killed his son.

- Still murder.
- DiNozzo.

Uh... Seventeen hotels and motels
within 15 minutes' walk

of where we found the car.
I'm e-mailing the photo of Franks now.

GIBBS: Glock?
- Uh, registered to Nick Taylor.

He was a licensed shooter.

McGee, you found anything
under that rock yet?

McGEE: Uh, still working, boss.
- IRS?

Clean bill of health.

Shaloub pays his taxes.
Files his returns.

Pagoda's got a modest turnover.
The more you look, the less you see.

Gotta hide his money somewhere,
probie.

- No association with any charities?
- I know where you're headed,

but he's not making any big donations
to suspect charities.

Travel?

In and out of the country seven times
over the last four months.

Which is odd because this guy's
meticulous with his tax returns.

He lists all his deductions.

All that travel and he didn't claim it
as a business expense.

Someone must have been
paying for him.

Or he wasn't paying at all.

Check when and where he flew
against FAA records.

All that's gonna tell us
is what airline he flew.

Typing.

Same airline every time.

- Fast Flight.
- Go get him.

Sometimes I fly Fast Flight

instead of scheduled
commercial flights.

I wasn't breaking the law,
Agent Gibbs, or any FAA regulations.

ZIVA: Fast Flight
is only registered to carry freight,

not passengers.

- I wasn't a paying passenger.
- Taylor was doing you a favour?

Let me tell you what you clearly
don't know, Agent Gibbs.

I helped finance Fast Flight.

What you might call a silent partner.

Not one of my wiser
investment decisions.

- When?
- Twelve months ago.

How much?

Initial outlay
was half a million dollars.

I have pumped in as much again
in the last six months.

Free flights to Europe were the only
return I was seeing on my money.

The company is failing.

Taylor is incompetent.

Was.

- Something's happened?
- You should know.

You were there.

- Where?
ZIVA: The warehouse.

Three men shot dead,

including Taylor.

I had nothing to do with this.

Why did you do it?

I just told you I didn't.

Because Taylor was smuggling people
into the country and didn't tell you?

- No.
GIBBS: Or you just found out

- and wanted a cut of the action.
- No.

I had nothing to do with this,
Agent Gibbs.

You've got the wrong man.

What's this white stuff?

Calcium oxide.

Lime?

- Did you use it to dust for prints?
- No.

It was already there.
There were no prints.

Must have been wiped.

So how did the lime get on here?

Same way the crystalline silica did.

And it wasn't just on the grip.

It was in the slide action.

I had to clean it off
before I could fire it.

Ooh.

Bad?

- Bad.
GIBBS: How bad?

The striations on the bullets match.

The Glock found in Mike Franks' car?

It's the murder weapon.

Thanks.

Found Franks, boss.

Booked into a hotel 15 minutes' walk
from where we found the car.

False name, paid cash.

Manager ID'd him
from the photo I e-mailed.

Hotel's at 1127 Church Avenue.
Franks is still there.

Will we bring him in?

McGEE:
It's glass, boss.

Crystalline silica and calcium oxide,
used in glass-making.

It was all over the Glock.
Even in the slide action.

Abby had to clean it
before she could fire it.

Anyway, there is a glass manufacturer
right next to the Fast Flight warehouse.

[CHUCKLING]

- Agent Gibbs--
- Take off your shoes.

- What?
- Need to look at your shoes.

GIBBS:
Wallet.

Sequential serial numbers.

Where's the rest?

SHALOUB:
You think you can intimidate me?

GIBBS:
McGee?

Looks like traces of calcium oxide
and crystalline silica in the treads.

It's used in glass manufacturing.

Hollander Glass Company
is right next door to Fast Flight.

Did you ever notice
all that white stuff

on the ground behind the back of the
building? That is crystalline silica

and calcium oxide.

You got it on your shoes

when you dumped this
into the dumpster behind their building.

You should have left it at the scene.

- It wasn't me.
- I got a witness.

- I hope we got a witness.
- If we can find him.

I had nothing to do
with the murder of that Marine.

Taylor was out of control.

Trying to cash-flow his business
by people-smuggling.

He wouldn't let them leave
because he wanted more money.

Then he pulls that gun on me.

I took it off him.
I was defending myself.

What about the other two?

GIBBS:
Hey.

- We got him.
- I knew you'd figure it out eventually.

Unfinished business.
Is that why you went there?

I owed him that.

Paid the rest of the cash,
picked up the package.

- Came back to the hotel.
- But you went back again,

didn't you, Mike?

Shaloub was already there.
I heard the shots.

I saw him come out
of the building in a panic.

I saw him wipe the weapon
and toss it over into the dumpster.

You were gonna plant it in his car,
then give me a call?

That was the idea.

But you found my rental
and I didn't get a chance.

Well, you were a witness.
You didn't need to do that

unless you had something to hide,
Mike.

She's from Mexico.

We left in a bit of a hurry.

They were going to be married.

Her family in Baghdad
said that she shamed them.

She's been in hiding for six months.

He was desperate to get her out.

I don't think any of this
is relevant to your case, probie.

I guess not, Mike.

[BABY CRYING]