All language subtitles for NCIS 1x02 El paracaídas

JIMMY. JIMMY.

STOP! I SAID NO!

GOD!

HEY, I SAT MY SORRY ASS
ON A TORN-UP BUS FOR 3 HOURS
TO HOOK UP WITH YOU.

IF YOU ONLY CAME TO HOOK UP,
THEN YOU HAVE JUST STAYED
IN CHARLOTTESVILLE.

COME ON.

YOU KNOW I LOVE YOU.

♪

COME HERE. COME ON.
JIMMY.

COME ON. COME ON!

STOP! STOP IT
OR I'LL SCREAM!

DON'T YOU LOCK THE DOOR?

NOPE.

I GOT A CALL. QUANTICO.
MARINE GOT KILLED
IN AN EXERCISE.

HOW?

NIGHT TRAINING JUMP.
THE GUY'S CHUTE DIDN'T OPEN.

THIS A BOAT?

HIS RESERVE CHUTE
FAIL, TOO?

I DON'T KNOW.
AH. I TRIED YOUR CELL.

TRIED YOUR HARD LINE, TOO.

DON'T ASK.

YOU KNOW, MY DAD
GAVE ME A POWER SANDER
FOR MY BIRTHDAY.

I DON'T REALLY
POWER SAND MUCH.
YOU'RE WELCOME TO IT.

ASIDE FROM THAT
BARE BULB THERE

AND THE PLUG GOING
TO THAT IDIOT BOX,

YOU SEE A POWER CORD
AROUND HERE ANYWHERE?

YOU USE HAND TOOLS, HUH?

I USE MY HANDS.
DID YOU CALL DUCKY?

NOT YET.
GIVE ME YOUR CELL.

COMING, DINOZZO?

HE'S A WEIRDO.

YEAH.

I GOT THE... LIGHT.

HE IMPALED AN S.U.V.?

LIKE HE WAS
LASER-GUIDED, SIR.

WHERE ARE
THE OTHER JUMPERS?

OVER THERE, SIR.
THEY LANDED
IN THE DROP ZONE,

400 METERS NORTH
OF THE ROAD.

JUST ONE STICK?

YES, SIR.
I GUESS THE JUMPMASTER
HELD THE OTHERS BACK

WHEN THE VICTIM'S CHUTE
DIDN'T OPEN.

DID YOU SECURE THE PARALOFT
AND THE AIRCRAFT?

YES, SIR. I ALSO HAVE
THE MARINES

WHO DIDN'T MAKE THE JUMP
UNDER GUARD IN THE HANGAR.

YEAH, PUT THEM
WITH THE OTHERS.

LET'S KEEP 'EM
ALL SEPARATED.

- YES, SIR.
- OH, MY GOD.

- THESE THE WITNESSES?
- YES, SIR.

MY DAD'S GONNA KILL ME!

UH, HE-HE'S ON DUTY
AND HE DOESN'T KNOW
THAT I TOOK HIS S.U.V.

SO YOUR DAD'S A MARINE?

YES, SIR.

MASTER SERGEANT
TOM SHAEFER, SIR.
HE'S A T.I. AT QUANTICO.

YOUR DAD A MARINE, TOO?

NO WAY.

YOU... YOU COLD, SARAH?

A LITTLE.

HOW YOU DOIN'?

HEY.

THANKS.

THERE YOU GO.

THANK YOU.

SPECIAL AGENT GIBBS.
SPECIAL AGENT DINOZZO.
N.C.I.S.

WANNA TELL US
WHAT HAPPENED?

WE WERE PARKED AND...

WE WERE HANGIN' OUT
AND LISTENIN'
TO DASHBOARD CONFESSIONAL.

WHAT?

EMO.

EMO?

EMOTIONAL MUSIC.
YOU GOT TO GET A RADIO,
GIBBS.

OK, SO YOU WERE LISTENING
TO MUSIC AND?

HE SMASHED THROUGH THE ROOF.

AND WHAM, POW,
BLOOD EVERYWHERE.

I SCREAMED AND... AND...
AND WE RAN OUT FOR HELP.

I MET THEM ABOUT
A CLICK DOWN THE ROAD
ON OUR WAY TO THE SCENE.

I FELT BAD
FOR LEAVING HIM THERE.

HE WAS ALIVE?

I HEARD HIM GROAN.

IT WAS A DEATH RATTLE.

YOU EVER HEAR A DEATH RATTLE?

I WAS USING THAT AS A TROPE.

A WHAT?
A TROPE.

A FIGURATIVE USE
OF EXPRESSION.

YEAH. CALL HER DAD.
HAVE HIM PICK HER UP.

DOES THAT MEAN
I GET TO GO?

NOT UNTIL AFTER
MASTER SERGEANT SHAEFER
GETS HERE.

I'M SURE HE'S GONNA HAVE
A TROPE OR 2 FOR YOU.

DUCKY'S HERE.

AND ON A LADDER.
I'LL GET THE MONOPOD.

THE LAST TIME
I WAS UP THIS HIGH

I WAS HANGING A PINATA
AT MY NEPHEW'S BIRTHDAY PARTY.

WHAT DO WE GOT, DUCK?

OOH, ABRASIONS.

THE TREE MUST HAVE
SLOWED HIM A BIT.

PURPLE DISCOLORATION,
NECK'S BROKEN, I'D SAY.

IT'S HARDLY SURPRISING
GIVEN THE RAPID DESCENT

FOLLOWED BY THE EQUALLY
RAPID DECELERATION.

WITNESSES OVER THERE
SAID THAT HE GROANED
AFTER HE DECELERATED.

UH, IT'S POSSIBLE.
I WON'T KNOW
TILL I DO THE AUTOPSY.

LOOKS LIKE A NUMBER
OF HIS SHROUD LINES FAILED.

ENOUGH OF THOSE GO,
CHUTE DOESN'T CATCH AIR,

IT TOOTSIE-ROLLS,
LET'S YOU DOWN LIKE
A ROMAN CANDLE.

WERE THEY CUT?

NO, LOOK WORN.

STILL GOT
HIS RESERVE CHUTE ON.
WHY DIDN'T HE PULL IT?

HEY. LOOK WHO I FOUND.
M.P.'s WEREN'T GONNA
LET HER PASS.

I GOT MY SIG AND BADGE
BUT H.Q. DIDN'T ISSUE
MY PHOTO I.D.

OH GOD!
IS THIS FOR REAL?

UNFORTUNATELY,
MY DEAR, IT IS.

PUT 'EM ON.

HUH, YOUR FIRST CRIME SCENE
WITH US, CAITLIN.

WHAT ABOUT AIR FORCE ONE?

IT DOESN'T COUNT. YOU WERE
IN THE SECRET SERVICE.

HEY, TONY, TAKE A TEAM PHOTO
FOR POSTERITY.

FORGET POSTERITY.

THE SUN'S
GONNA BE UP SOON.

WELCOME TO N.C.I.S.

HOW DID YOU KNOW MY SIZE?

PUT 'EM ON. YOU CAN'T WORK
A FIELD IN HIGH HEELS.

DEPENDS ON THE KIND OF WORK
YOU'RE DOIN'.

YOUR MIND, DINOZZO,
RUNS THE GAMUT FROM "X"
TO TRIPLE "X."

YEAH?
PHOTOS, TONY.

YEAH. DUCKY?

HUH?

WHY WOULD GIBBS
RIP HIS HARD LINE OUT

AND DUNK HIS CELL PHONE
IN A JAR OF PAINT THINNER?

OH, DEAR.
WHAT?

I SHOULD HAVE REALIZED
THE TIME OF YEAR.

IT'S HIS ANNIVERSARY.

WHICH MARRIAGE?

WELL, THE LAST ONE,
OF COURSE.

ISN'T IT ALWAYS?

HEY, DUCKY,
I'M NOT FOLLOWING.

EVERY YEAR, EX-WIFE
NUMBER 3 GETS DRUNK
ON THEIR ANNIVERSARY

AND CALLS HIM. REPEATEDLY.

WHY DOESN'T HE, UH,
CHANGE HIS NUMBER?

I HAVE NO IDEA.

IN CASE YOU HAVEN'T NOTICED,

GIBBS IS A MAN
OF MORE QUESTIONS
THAN ANSWERS.

THANKS, DINOZZO.

HEY, YOU COULD BE
THE N.C.I.S. POSTER GIRL
IN THAT OUTFIT.

YOU JAG OR N.C.I.S.?

DO I LOOK LIKE A LAWYER?

WORD'S ALL OVER
THE BASE BY NOW.

MY MEN CAN'T EVEN CALL
THEIR FAMILY

AND LET THEM KNOW THAT
THEY'RE NOT THE ONE WHO DIED.

WAS SERGEANT FUENTES
MARRIED?

HE HAS A WIFE AND SON.

NOTIFICATION DETAIL
SHOULD BE THERE
TO TALK TO HER BY NOW.

WORD WILL GET OUT
WHO WAS KILLED.

SERGEANT FUENTES
WAS UNDER MY COMMAND.
I'D LIKE TO SEE HER.

AFTER WE FINISH QUESTIONING
YOU AND YOUR MEN.

HOW LONG IS THAT GONNA TAKE?
I DON'T KNOW.

THESE MEN HAVE
ANOTHER JUMP AT 2100.

THEY'RE JUMPING
AGAIN TONIGHT?

WE DON'T STOP FOR CASUALTIES
IN WAR, MISS.
NEITHER DO WE IN TRAINING.

NOT TRUE, CAPTAIN.

THEY DON'T JUMP OFF
A LOWER BUNK UNTIL
WE FIND OUT WHAT HAPPENED.

I DON'T TAKE ORDERS
FROM N.C.I.S. COPS.

SPECIAL AGENTS.
AND YOU'LL FOLLOW THIS ORDER.

OR WHAT, SPECIAL AGENT?

I DON'T TAKE ORDERS
FROM YOUR BOSS, EITHER.

I'M NOT CALLIN' MY BOSS.
I'M CALLIN' YOURS.

COMMANDANT MAY?

SPECIAL AGENT GIBBS,
N.C.I.S.

I DON'T HAVE A COMMANDANT
OF THE MARINE CORPS
ON MY SPEED DIAL.

THE CAPTAIN
DIDN'T KNOW THAT.

ALL RIGHT, DINOZZO,
SHOOT AND SKETCH.
ESPECIALLY THE STATIC LINES.

KATE AND I'LL START
THE INTERROGATION.

JUMPING'S GOT TO BE SO COOL.

HEY, YOU WANNA PLAY
PARATROOPER? PAY $180,

TAKE YOUR CLASS
LIKE ALL THOSE OTHER
WEEKEND WARRIORS.

YEAH, I HAVE
SO MANY WEEKENDS FREE.

SERGEANT FUENTES
LEAD YOUR STICK?

YES, SIR. I WAS NUMBER 2,
RAMSEY WAS 3, BRINKMAN 4.

FIRST STICK, YOU'RE UP!
FUENTES! LOOK SHARP!

DAFELMAIR, RAMSEY,
BRINKMAN. KEEP IT TIGHT.

AYE, AYE, SIR.

STAND BY.

GO!

GO! GO!

AFTER MY CHUTE DEPLOYED,
I LOOKED AROUND.

I SAW BRINKMAN'S CHUTE
OPEN ABOVE ME.

WHEN I LOOKED DOWN,
I ONLY SAW ONE CANOPY BELOW.

I DIDN'T KNOW IF IT WAS,
PAUL OR THUMPER.

THUMPER?
THAT'S WHAT WE CALLED
FUENTES, MA'AM.

IT SOUNDS CRAZY NOW,
BUT HE WAS THE SQUAD'S
GOOD LUCK GUY, MA'AM.

HE WAS A WALKING
RABBIT'S FOOT.

THUMPER.

YES, MA'AM. HE ALWAYS SEEMED
TO DODGE THE BULLETS.

WE COULD TELL YOU
A MILLION STORIES.

WHY DON'T YOU TELL US
JUST ONE?

WELL, SIR, BOUGHT HIMSELF
A NEW BIKE LAST WEEK.

CAR RAN A RED LIGHT,
HE WENT OVER IT
TO A PLATE GLASS WINDOW.

DINGED HIS COLLARBONE
A LITTLE. OTHER THAN THAT,
NOT A SCRATCH.

DINGED IT A LITTLE?

A DAY OR 2,
HE WAS FINE, SIR.

HMM. WHO REACHED HIM FIRST?

I DID, SIR.
I SAW HIM ROMAN CANDLE
SHORT OF THE FIELD.

AS SOON AS I GOT
OUT OF MY HARNESS,
I TOOK OFF TO FIND HIM.

YOU TWO?

I HUNG UP IN A TREE.
DAVE GAVE ME A HAND.

SAW PAUL YELLIN'
AND WE JOINED HIM.

I COULDN'T BELIEVE
THE WAY THAT THUMPER DIED.
IT WAS LIKE A BAD MOVIE.

WAS HE DEAD
WHEN YOU REACHED HIM,
CORPORAL DAFELMAIR?

YES, SIR. HE DIED ON IMPACT.

I'M SURE...
WELL, AT LEAST I HOPE HE DID.

WHY DIDN'T HE
PULL HIS RESERVE?

JUMPING FROM 1,300 FEET,
YOUR MAIN FAILS,

YOU HAVE 3, MAYBE 4 SECONDS
TO REACT, MA'AM.

OK, EACH OF YOU NEED
TO PREPARE A STATEMENT
DETAILING WHAT YOU SAW.

YES, SIR.

NO, NO. LEAVE 'EM.
YOUR GEAR IS OURS NOW.

WHAT'D YOU GET OUT OF THAT?

HE DIDN'T HAVE TIME
TO POP HIS RESERVE.

WHY NOT?

OBVIOUSLY, HIS REACTION TIME
WAS TOO SLOW.

NUTS.

DINGED COLLARBONE.

INJURED CLAVICLE
HURTS LIKE HELL.

TAKES MORE THAN
A COUPLE OF DAYS TO HEAL.

WELL, DO YOU THINK
CORPORAL DAFELMAIR WAS LYING?

HE WAS IF HE KNEW
THAT THUMPER WAS TAKING
PAIN KILLERS SO HE COULD JUMP.

THAT'S STUPID.

NO, THAT'S A MARINE.

OUR VICTIM SUSTAINED
A BROKEN NECK,

CRUSHED VERTEBRAE,
MULTIPLE LEG FRACTURES,
A SHATTERED PELVIS...

WHAT ABOUT HIS CLAVICLE?

WITH ALL THIS MASSIVE
SKELETAL DAMAGE,

YOU'RE CURIOUS
ABOUT HIS CLAVICLE?

HUMOR ME.

OH, HOW DID YOU KNOW?

WELL, THERE'S A FINE
HAIRLINE FRACTURE
ON THE LEFT CLAVICLE,

WHICH HE...
INCURRED RECENTLY,
BUT NOT LAST NIGHT.

NO, IT'S BEGUN TO MEND.

YOU TWO ARE BEGINNING
TO SCARE ME.

DUCKY, WOULD THAT FRACTURE
PAIN HIM MUCH?

OH, NOTHING TOO SEVERE.

BUT, OF COURSE, THE SHOCK
OF A PARACHUTE OPENING

WOULD HAVE HURT
LIKE BLAZES.

HOW DID YOU KNOW?

THE GIRL IN THE S.U.V. SAID
SHE HEARD HIM MOAN.

WAS HE ALIVE AFTER IMPACT?

BRIEFLY.

UH-UH, NOT TOO CLOSE, CAITLIN.
I'LL PUT IT ON THE MONITOR.

YEAH, HE MOST CERTAINLY
WOULD HAVE WOULD HAVE DIED
OF MASSIVE TRAUMA,

BUT THE TECHNICAL CAUSE
OF DEATH

WAS SEVERING
OF THE FEMORAL ARTERY.

YES, OUR YOUNG MARINE
BLED TO DEATH.

WHAT HAPPENED TO THE "SAD END
TO A DRANO DRINKER"?

I DID A NEW ONE.

ART CAN'T STAND STILL, TONY.

IT WAS MY FAVORITE.
SO, WHAT'S THE NEW ONE?

SELF-INFLICTED
GUNSHOT WOUND
TO THE ABDOMEN.

OF COURSE.

I'M GONNA CALL IT
"BLAST FROM THE FUTURE."

I FIGURE WITH MY
SHOTGUN-SHATTERED BACKBONE,

I'VE GOT, LIKE,
A CHAGALL FEELING GOING ON.

UH, IN A MANSON FAMILY WAY.

YEAH.

ABBY, YOU HAVE
MY TOX SCREEN RESULTS?

YEP, RIGHT OVER HERE.

THE VICTIM TESTED POSITIVE
FOR PERCOCET AND VICODIN.

DOUBLE YOUR PLEASURE.
DOUBLE YOUR FUN.

WHAT KIND OF LEVELS?

.17. HE WAS SLOW-JUICED,
LIKE A KOALA BEAR.

MY GUESS IS THAT HE POPPED
RIGHT BEFORE HE DROPPED.

THE MARINES WE QUESTIONED
IN HIS STRING PROBABLY KNEW.

- WHY DIDN'T THEY TELL US?
- SEMPER FI.

YOU RAT, YOU FRY.

SORRY.

WAS HIS RESERVE CHUTE OK?

YEAH, IT WAS PERFECT.
ALL HE HAD TO DO WAS POP IT.

WELL, HE MIGHT HAVE
IF HIS REFLEXES WEREN'T SLOWED
BY OPIOIDS.

OPIOIDS?

GENERAL TERM FOR OPIATES
AND SYNTHETIC ANALGESICS.

GO, KATE.

YOU SURE YOU WERE
A BALTIMORE COP?

OK, HE WAS TOO JUICED
TO POP HIS RESERVE.

MAYBE. MAYBE NOT.

YOU PUMP ADRENALINE
WHEN YOU JUMP.
YOUR MAIN CHUTE DOESN'T OPEN,

IT WOULD REALLY KICK
INTO HIGH GEAR.

WELL, GIBBS, IF HE HAD
THE REFLEXES TO USE IT,
WHY DIDN'T HE?

I DON'T KNOW.

WHAT DID YOU FIND
FROM THE SHROUD LINES
OF HIS MAIN CHUTE?

FIBER DISINTEGRATION.
BUT NOT FROM TEXTILE FATIGUE.

IT'S FLUORESCING
AS SOME SORT OF
CLEANSING AGENT,

BUT THAT DIDN'T CAUSE
THIS KIND OF DAMAGE.

EDGES LOOK MELTED.

I HAVEN'T TAGGED IT YET,
BUT IT WAS DEFINITELY AN ACID

THAT SHREDDED THE LINES
HOLDING 300 POUNDS
OF JUMPING MARINE.

HOW LONG TO FIND THE ACID
AND CHECK OUT
THE REST OF THOSE CHUTES?

WELL, I'M FLYING SOLO,
SO AT LEAST A DAY.

GO FASTER
IF YOU HAD AN ASSISTANT?

OH, DEFINITELY.

OK. YOU GOT THE JOB.

I GET TO DO FORENSICS?

NO, YOU GET TO SCHLEP
FOR ABBY. SHE GETS
TO DO FORENSICS.

WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL US
YOU WERE A RIGGER, CORPORAL?

THOUGHT YOU KNEW, SIR.

DID YOU?

WHAT'S NEXT?

SIGN THE LOG AND STICK IT
IN THE CHUTE POCKET.

SAME SIGNATURE.

THAT WAS THE LOG
FROM THUMPER'S CHUTE,
WASN'T IT, SIR?

YEAH. YOU PACKED IT.

SIR, I DIDN'T KNOW
HE'D GET ONE
THAT I PACKED.

THE... THE CHUTES
ARE HANDED OUT RANDOMLY,
EVEN WHEN WE JUMP.

RIGGERS USUALLY GO ON JUMPS?

ON TRAINING RUNS,
YES, SIR.

HOW MANY RIGGERS
JUMPED LAST NIGHT?

UH, CORPORAL RAMSEY,
BRINKMAN, A-AND THUMPER,
OF COURSE.

HE WAS SENIOR RIGGER.
FIGURE WE KNEW THAT, TOO?

SIR, WE WEREN'T TRYING
TO HIDE ANYTHING.

OH, LIKE HELL
YOU WEREN'T, CORPORAL.

YOU ALL KNEW
THUMPER WAS USING PAIN KILLERS
FOR THAT DINGED COLLARBONE.

HE DIED 'CAUSE
HE WAS TOO JUICED
TO PULL HIS RESERVE.

SIR, THERE IS NO WAY
FOR ANYONE
TO SABOTAGE A CHUTE

AND COUNT ON IT
GETTING TO A SPECIFIC JUMPER.

ALL THOSE CHUTES
PACKED HERE?
YES, SIR.

WE PREPPED THEM
AT 0900.

PUT 'EM ON THE TRUCKS
FOR THE JUMP AT 1800.

THEY WERE HERE FOR 9 HOURS,
UNATTENDED?

UNDER LOCK AND KEY, SIR.
WHO'S GOT THE KEY?

CAPTAIN FAUL AND THUMPER,
AS SENIOR RIGGER,
BOTH HAVE KEYS.

HAD A CRIMINAL RECORD
BEFORE ENTERING THE CORPS,
CORPORAL.

I MADE A FEW MISTAKES, SIR.

SHOPLIFTING.

DRUG POSSESSION?
THAT WAS
A LONG TIME AGO, SIR.

3 YEARS. NOT SO LONG.

LOOK, SIR, YOU HAVE MY FILE.

YOU KNOW THE JUDGE
GAVE ME A CHOICE,
PRISON OR THE SERVICE.

THE CORPS GAVE ME
A 2ND CHANCE, SIR.

AND I WOULD NEVER DO
ANYTHING TO HURT IT OR
ONE OF MY BROTHER MARINES.

NEVER, SIR.

CARL SAGAN TIME.

SULFURIC ACID. THAT WOULD CHEW
THE SHINE OFF A TRAILER HITCH.

HOW'D YOU GET INTO THIS?

FILLED OUT AN APPLICATION.

UH, I MEAN FORENSICS.

OH, UH, WHEN I WAS A KID,
WE LIVED NEAR THIS LOT

WHERE THEY BROUGHT
ALL THE BURNED-OUT HULKS
FROM THE GNARLIEST CAR WRECKS.

I USED TO SNEAK IN THERE
AT NIGHT AND TAKE PICTURES.

IT WASN'T ABOUT THE GORE.
IT WAS ABOUT FIGURING OUT
HOW THINGS HAPPENED.

YOU KNOW, LIKE ACTION,
REACTION, AND THE SCIENCE
OF THE WHOLE THING.

I GOT HOOKED. HOW ABOUT YOU?

ACTUALLY,
I WANTED TO BE A LAWYER.

I DID A... DID A YEAR
IN LAW SCHOOL.

IT FELT LIKE 10 YEARS
IN PRISON.

WITH REALLY BORING INMATES?

ADMIT IT, YOU JUST LIKE
STRAPPING ON A GUN.

MORE THAN ONE.

REALLY?

YOU'RE PACKIN' MORE HEAT
THAN MEETS THE EYE?

THOSE YOUR ONLY TATTOOS?

YOU SHOW ME YOURS,
I'LL SHOW YOU MINE.

GO!

YOU EVER JUMP?

WHEN I GET AN ELECTRIC SHOCK.

EXPLAINS THE LACK
OF POWER TOOLS.

YOU GONNA DO IT?
WHAT?

SPEND $180
TO DEFY GRAVITY?

- YEAH, I THINK I AM.
- AGENT GIBBS!

HUH?

THIS CAME FOR YOU, SIR.
I JUST MISSED YOU
AT THE PARALOFT.

THANK YOU, LANCE CORPORAL.
YES, SIR.

WHO'S IT FROM?

DUCKY.

"JETHRO, THE BEAN COUNTERS
COULDN'T FIND YOU,
SO THEY GAVE THIS TO ME.

I SUGGEST YOU READ
THE INSTRUCTIONS
ON CALL-BLOCKING."

THAT ADDRESSED TO YOU?

IT WORKS.

GIBBS.

YEAH. I CAN
BE THERE IN 20.

YOU KNOW,
SOME OF THESE GUYS

FREEZE ON
THEIR FIRST JUMP.

HAVE TO BE KICKED
IN THE ASS TO GET 'EM OUT.

NOT ME.
NO.

YOU FALL IN THE CATEGORY
I WANNA KICK IN THE ASS
ON THE GROUND.

GO!

VERY ELECTRIC KOOL-AID, ABBY.

I WAS THINKING MORE
BLUE MAN GROUP.

SERGEANT FUENTES' CHUTE
WASN'T THE ONLY ONE
TAMPERED WITH.

HOW MANY?
9 OUT OF 16.

LOG BOOK SIGNATURES
SHOW DIFFERENT RIGGERS
PACKED THE LOT.

HOW MANY
DID CORPORAL DAFELMAIR PACK?

4. THE REST WERE PACKED
BY CORPORAL BRINKMAN
AND SERGEANT FUENTES.

CORPORAL RAMSEY
DIDN'T PACK ANY?

NOPE.

WHEN HIS SIGNATURE
DIDN'T SHOW UP
ON A SINGLE CHUTE,

I CALLED CAPTAIN FAUL.

HE PUT CORPORAL RAMSEY
ON A 2-WEEK RIGGING SUSPENSION
FOR SLOPPY WORK.

AND GUESS WHO WROTE HIM UP
FOR THAT SLOPPY WORK?

SENIOR RIGGER,
SERGEANT FUENTES.

WE GOT MOTIVE.

WE HAVE MORE THAN THAT.
KATE AND I HAVE A THEORY.

WHY DIDN'T YOU
TAKE TO ME THIS FAST?

YOU'RE LIKE A PIERCING, TONY.

IT TAKES A WHILE
FOR THE THROBBING TO STOP
AND THE SKIN TO GROW BACK.

THAT'S MORE THAN
I WANTED TO KNOW.

WHAT'S THE THEORY?

OK, EVERY TIME
YOU LACE UP YOUR DOC'S
OR CINCH YOUR LAUNDRY BAG,

YOU LEAVE SOME
SKIN CELLS BEHIND.

IT'S THE SAME WITH
A PARACHUTE RIGGING.

I PULLED SKIN SAMPLES FROM
THE DEPLOYMENT BAGS

OF THE CHUTES
THAT WERE FUTZED WITH.

DID YOU GET
A D.N.A. SIGNATURE?

ALL 9 KNOTS HAD
A NUMBER OF DIFFERENT SETS
OF SKIN SAMPLES,

BUT THERE'S ONLY ONE SET
THAT'S COMMON TO ALL 9.

THE SABOTEUR.

OUR RIGGERS OF RECORD
PACKED THE CHUTES,

THEN SOMEONE CAME IN
AND REPACKED THEM,
LEAVING SOME SKIN BEHIND.

CORPORAL RAMSEY.

WELL, DEPENDING ON HOW MUCH
HE KNOWS ABOUT FORENSICS,

HE'S EITHER VERY SMART
OR VERY DUMB.

THERE'S GOT TO BE
OTHER CHUTES THAT
CORPORAL RAMSEY PACKED

IN THE PARALOFT INVENTORY
FOR COMPARISON.

MMM-MMM. NEGATORY. I CHECKED.
THEY WERE ALL PACKED
SINCE HE'S BEEN SUSPENDED.

WELL, THERE'S AN ARMED FORCES
D.N.A. REGISTRY.

ALL MILITARY PERSONNEL
ARE ON RECORD, RIGHT?

YEAH.

THEN WE GOT OUR GUY.

NO. ALL WE'VE GOT
IS A PILE OF DEAD SKIN.

THE ONLY THING YOU CAN USE
THE D.N.A. REGISTRY FOR
IS TO IDENTIFY A BODY.

WELL, THERE HAS TO BE
A WAY AROUND THAT.

SEE? NOW YOU'RE THINKING
LIKE A N.C.I.S. AGENT.

WE KNOW THAT 9 PARACHUTES
WERE RIGGED TO FAIL.

THE KILLER DOCTORED THEM
AND REPACKED THEM.

SERGEANT FUENTES DIED
AS A RESULT OF THAT.

THAT'S PREMEDITATED MURDER.

I'M SOLD.

HEY, IF I'M ON THE JURY,
YOU GOT MY VOTE.

WE FOUND D.N.A. EVIDENCE
ON THE CHUTE DEPLOYMENT
BAG KNOTS.

BELONGING TO YOUR SUSPECT?

WE BELIEVE SO. TO BE CERTAIN,
WE HAVE TO ACCESS
THE ARMED FORCES REGISTRY.

THAT'S IMPOSSIBLE.

THE REGISTRY WAS SET UP
TO IDENTIFY REMAINS ONLY.
HE KNOWS THAT.

I DO?

HE TRIED TO USE IT
WHEN HE WENT AFTER
COMMANDER RABB FOR MURDER.

HE GET HIM?

NO, BECAUSE HE WASN'T GUILTY.

YOU COULDN'T USE
THE D.N.A. REGISTRY THEN,

WHAT MAKES YOU THINK
YOU CAN USE IT NOW?

YOU, LIEUTENANT.

YOU'RE A SMART LAWYER
AND YOU KNOW THE LAW.

I KNOW WHY I'M HERE.

WELL, I HOPE SO.
I REQUESTED YOU.

YEAH, YOU REQUESTED ME
BECAUSE YOU THINK
YOU CAN WORK ME,

LIKE YOU DID LAST TIME,
WHEN I RATTED OUT
COMMANDER RABB.

YOU DID NOT RAT ON ANYONE.
YOU TOLD THE TRUTH.

I, UH, GAVE MY UNIFORM
AN EXTRA LINT-ROLL
THIS MORNING, AGENT GIBBS.

AND YOU WALTZING AROUND
IN MY BLIND SPOT,

NOT GONNA INTIMIDATE ME
THIS TIME.

WE'RE AT 24 HOURS NOW,
AND SOON IT'S GONNA BE 48.

YOU'VE DONE INVESTIGATIONS,
YOU KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS.

I'VE DONE JAGMAN
INVESTIGATIONS.

SURE, AT 48 HOURS
YOUR EVIDENCE BEGINS
TO DEGRADE, DISAPPEAR.

WITNESSES CHANGE
THEIR STORIES, SUSPECTS
IMPROVE THEIRS. I... I KNOW.

SO HELP US.
NO!

HEY, YOU-YOU'RE NOT GONNA
GET ME TO LAWYER YOU PAST
AN IRON-CLAD PROHIBITION

THAT PREVENTS TAPPING
INTO D.N.A. RECORDS

THAT WERE DESIGNED
TO IDENTIFY BODIES,
NOT CHASE SUSPECTS.

THIS GUY IS GUILTY.
HE KILLED HIM.

LET HIM DROP TO HIS DEATH
FROM 1,300 FEET.

IT DOESN'T MATTER.
FOR EVERY LEGAL FIREWALL,

THERE IS A WAY AROUND IT.

I CAN'T HELP YOU.

A-A-AND CAN I PLEASE
HAVE MY PEN BACK?

OH, YEAH.
YEAH, SURE YOU CAN.
YOU'RE GONNA NEED IT.

BECAUSE IF I CAN'T
HAVE MY D.N.A.,

I'M GONNA NEED SOME
SEARCH AUTHORIZATIONS SIGNED.

YOU KNEW LIEUTENANT ROBERTS
WASN'T GOING TO LAWYER US

ACCESS TO THE MILITARY
D.N.A. DATABASE.

DID I?
YOU DID.

SO WHY GO THROUGH
THE EXERCISE?

KATE, I COME FROM A LONG LINE
OF HORSE TRADERS.

FIRST RULE, YOU PICK
THE BEST HORSE IN THE BARN

AND YOU WORK THE DEAL
UNTIL IT BURSTS.

THAT WAY, WHEN YOU GO
FOR THE SECOND-BEST NAG,
YOU GET HER FOR A SONG.

THE SEARCH AUTHORIZATION.

WE DIDN'T HAVE
PROBABLE CAUSE,

BUT THE LIEUTENANT,
HE'S A MAN WHO AIMS
TO PLEASE.

YOU NEVER WORK THE SYSTEM
WHEN YOU CAN WORK THE PEOPLE.

DID ANY OF THOSE HORSE TRADERS
YOU COME FROM GET HUNG?

YEAH. A FEW.

DID YOU FIND OUT WHAT RAMSEY
WAS WRITTEN UP FOR?

OH, YEAH.
FRAYED LINES, BENT CONES,
CUTS IN THE CANOPY.

I'LL TELL YOU,
I HOPE THIS GUY ISN'T GOING
TO MEDICAL SCHOOL AT NIGHT.

OH, YEAH, SCUTTLEBUTT IS...
SCUTTLEBUTT?

THAT'S MARINE
FOR WATER COOLER GOSSIP.

THE SCUTTLEBUTT IS
THAT RAMSEY TOOK A SWING
AT THUMPER

FOR GETTING HIM SUSPENDED.

"IDENTITY WITHHELD."

PROBABLY THE REASON
YOU MARRIED HER.

I MEAN, SHE PROBABLY HID
HER REAL PERSONALITY,
AS MOST WOMEN DO,

AND, BY THAT TIME,
IT WAS TOO LATE
'CAUSE YOU'D ALREADY...

I'M GONNA SHUT UP NOW.

NOW?

DID YOU REALLY JUST SAY,
"AS MOST WOMEN DO"?

MEET ME AT THE PARALOFT
AT 1400. I'LL EXECUTE
OUR SEARCH AUTHORIZATIONS

TO GO THROUGH
THE RIGGERS' LOCKERS.

THAT'S 2:00
SECRET SERVICE TIME, KATE.

WE USED ZULU TIME, TONY.

ZULU TIME. OH, YEAH,
THAT WOULD BE...

1900.

I KNEW THAT.

HEY, CAN I COME UP?

DO I NEED A PASSWORD?

MAYBE I'LL JUST COME UP
A LITTLE.

YOU REALLY SHOULD HAVE
A PASSWORD.

WHY?

IT'S NEVER GONNA BE FINISHED.

MY DAD'S DEAD.

YEAH. YEAH, I KNOW.

WHO ARE YOU?

I'M, UH, JETHRO GIBBS,

N.C.I.S.

I DON'T HAVE TIME
TO ANSWER QUESTIONS.

WE'RE ON OUR WAY
TO THE FUNERAL.

I'M NOT HERE
TO ASK QUESTIONS.

THEN WHY ARE YOU HERE?

HE SAYS
I NEED A PASSWORD, MOM.

WHAT?

I TOLD HIM A TREE HOUSE
SHOULD HAVE A PASSWORD.

OH.

YEAH, LARRY WAS
BUILDING THAT FOR HIM.

DOING A GOOD JOB.

LARRY WAS A GOOD MAN.

A GOOD HUSBAND
AND A GOOD FATHER.

GOOD MARINE.

THERE ARE RUMORS
THAT HIS DEATH
WASN'T AN ACCIDENT.

WHATEVER HAPPENED,
MRS. FUENTES,

I'LL FIND WHO'S RESPONSIBLE.

BILLY, WE HAVE TO GO.

OH, LOOK AT YOU.

DUSTY. COME HERE.
YOUR HAIR'S A MESS.

WHERE'S YOUR COMBS?

LARRY ALWAYS TOLD HIM
TO CARRY A COMB.

LIKE J.F.K.
WHOEVER HE IS.

HE WAS A NAVY GUY.
LIKE YOUR DAD WAS A MARINE.

NAVY GUYS AND MARINES,
THEY ALWAYS LOOK THEIR BEST.

YOUR DAD WOULD WANT YOU
TO LOOK YOUR BEST TODAY
FOR HIM.

I DON'T WANT THE MARINES
AT THE FUNERAL TO SEE ME CRY.

NEVER BE ASHAMED
OF TEARS, BUD.

MARINES DON'T CRY.

YEAH, THEY DO.

AT J.F.K.'S FUNERAL,
HIS SON SALUTED THE COFFIN.

YOU KNOW HOW TO SALUTE?

PERFECT.

YOU SALUTE YOUR DAD TODAY.

NOBODY'LL NOTICE TEARS.

WE HAVE TO GO.

I BELIEVE YOU'LL GET
WHOEVER DID THIS.

YOU HAVE MY WORD.

GOTTA KEEP
YOUR FEET TOGETHER,
CUSHION THE IMPACT.

THAT'S IT?

YOU SIGNED THE RELEASE
TO NOTIFY NEXT OF KIN,
RIGHT?

JUST DON'T SAY
"BREAK A LEG."

ALL RIGHT.

HOW WAS THAT?

VERY LADYLIKE.

DINOZZO,
WHAT ARE YOU DOING?

UH, I'M JUST DOING
A LITTLE RESEARCH FOR ABBY.

FOR ABBY?

WELL, MAYBE I'M SERVING
2 MASTERS.

YOU'RE SERVING ONE NOW.

HOW'D YOU
GET INTO N.C.I.S.?

I SMILED.

I HAD THE RIGGERS' LOCKERS
SEALED IMMEDIATELY
AFTER THE INCIDENT, SIR.

KEYS.

GOT SOMETHING.

BRASS-STRIPPER SOLVENT.

READ THE CONTENTS.

"CONTAINS
PETROLEUM DISTILLANT,
AMMONIA, AND SULFURIC ACID.

HARMFUL IF SWALLOWED."
OR APPLIED TO SHROUD LINES.

RAMSEY'S LOCKER.

THAT STUFF'S NOT MINE.

SERGEANT NUTT,
PLACE THE CORPORAL
IN CUSTODY.

TONY, READ 'EM.

YOU HAVE THE RIGHT
TO REMAIN SILENT
AND MAKE NO STATEMENT AT ALL.

ANY STATEMENT THAT YOU MAKE
CAN BE USED AGAINST YOU
IN A TRIAL OR COURT-MARTIAL...

SCUTTLEBUTT HAS IT THAT
YOU AND THUMPER MIXED IT UP
IN THE PARALOFT.

WE EXCHANGED WORDS, SIR.

AND FISTS.

A PUNCH OR 2 WAS THROWN.
NOTHING SERIOUS.

BUT I DAMN SURE WASN'T
ANGRY ENOUGH TO KILL HIM, SIR.

WELL, MAYBE YOU ONLY MEANT
TO SCARE HIM.

BUT THUMPER WAS
ON PAIN KILLERS

AND DIDN'T HAVE TIME
TO PULL HIS RESERVE.

I DIDN'T TOUCH HIS CHUTE,
SIR. HOW COULD I?

I'M ON SUSPENSION
AND THE PARALOFT
IS UNDER LOCK AND KEY.

WHAT'D YOU FIND?

HARDWARE STORE
WHERE OUR GUY DID
ONE-STOP SHOPPING.

CLERK'S PRETTY FUZZY.
HE DOES REMEMBER A MARINE

IN A REAL HURRY
TO COPY A KEY.

ALL YOU NEEDED WAS A KEY,

LIKE THIS ONE.

I FOUND THIS IN THUMPER'S
PERSONAL EFFECTS.

IF THAT'S THE PARALOFT KEY,
YOU WON'T FIND ONE LIKE THAT
ON MY KEY CHAIN.

I'VE MESSED UP
SOME RIGGING, SIR,
BUT NEVER INTENTIONALLY.

A GUY JUMPS
WITH ONE OF MY CHUTES,
HE PUTS HIS LIFE IN MY HANDS.

I'D NEVER BREACH THAT TRUST,
SIR. NEVER.

NOW,

ARE GONNA TELL ME
THAT WAS A PLANT, TOO?

IT HAD TO BE.

I'M NOT GUILTY, SIR.

THEY'RE ALWAYS SO SINCERE
WHEN THEY SAY THAT.

WHAT IF I WAS TO GIVE YOU
AN OFFER TO PROVE THAT?

ANYTHING, SIR.

YOU'D BE WILLING TO GIVE US
A SAMPLE OF YOUR D.N.A.?

SOMEONE PUT THAT BOX
IN MY LOCKER AND THAT KEY
ON MY KEYCHAIN.

HOW DO I KNOW THAT
YOU DON'T HAVE MY D.N.A.

ON SOMETHING ELSE
THEY PLANTED, TOO?

YOU DON'T.

DINOZZO, WHERE'D YOU LEARN
HOW TO WRITE? CHINA?

I'D SAY EGYPT. LOOKS
MORE LIKE HIEROGLYPHICS.

HEY, YOU WERE IN A RUSH
TO READ IT.

MY MISTAKE.

ARE THOSE THE INTERVIEWS

WITH THE MARINES
THAT DIDN'T JUMP?

IT'S NOT VERY
INTERESTING UNLESS YOU WANT...

CORPORAL RAMSEY
FINALLY GAVE IT UP.

HIS MOUTH WAS DRIER
THAN MUMMY DUST.

I HAD TO SWAB IT 4 TIMES
TO GET A DECENT
D.N.A. SAMPLE.

HOW LONG TO TEST FOR A MATCH
ON THOSE SKIN CELLS?

ONLY IF YOU WANT NO RUNS,
DRIPS OR ERRORS IN COURT,
YOU GOTTA GIVE ME 24.

ABBY, CLOCK'S TICKIN'.

YOU DON'T EXPECT A GUILTY MAN
TO GIVE UP HIS D.N.A.

AH, HE'S ROLLING THE DICE.

HOPIN' FOR THAT
ONE IN A MILLION SHOT
IT WON'T MATCH.

GUILTY PEOPLE DO THAT?

ALL THE TIME.

WAIT A MINUTE,
KATE HAS A POINT.

WHAT IF RAMSEY WAS SET UP?
WHAT IF...
WHAT IF HE'S INNOCENT?

WHAT IF HE'S TELLING
THE TRUTH?

WELL, WE'LL KNOW IN 24 HOURS,
BUT, UH, WOULDN'T BET ON IT.

YEAH, WELL, YOU KNOW WHAT?
I DON'T LIKE SITTING
ON MY ASS

WAITING FOR A D.N.A. MATCH.

THERE ARE ONLY 2 OTHER
POSSIBLE SUSPECTS.

CORPORAL DAFELMAIR
OR BRINKMAN.

NOPE, THERE'S 3.
YOU'RE FORGETTING
CAPTAIN FAUL.

HE'S GOT A KEY
TO THE PARALOFT.

WHERE DO YOU THINK
YOU'RE GOING, BUBBA?
YOU GOT A REPORT TO FINISH.

SERGEANT FUENTES
WAS ONE OF THE FINEST N.C.O.'s
IN MY COMMAND.

HE WAS TOUGH
ON HIS RIGGERS,
BUT FAIR.

AND I STILL FIND IT
DIFFICULT TO BELIEVE

HIS REPORTING
CORPORAL RAMSEY
DROVE HIM TO MURDER.

CORPORAL RAMSEY
HASN'T BEEN PROVEN
GUILTY YET, CAPTAIN.

YOU'RE HOLDIN' HIM.
SCUTTLEBUTT IS
HE'S CONFESSED.

NEVER KNEW A MARINE CAPTAIN
WHO BELIEVED SCUTTLEBUTT.

HOW'D YOU PREPARE
THE DAY OF THE EXERCISE?

I SPENT THE MORNING
AT A CHALK TALK

WITH THE NAVY AVIATORS
PILOTING THE C-130.

I NOTICED
YOU USED A NAVY BIRD.

MOST OF OURS
ARE DEPLOYED IN IRAQ.

YOU EAT LUNCH WITH THEM?

AT THE OFFICER'S MESS.

BUT AFTER LUNCH,
WE MADE A COUPLE
OF DRY RUNS,

HAD ANOTHER CHALK TALK
AND THEN LOADED UP.

WHY?

DO YOU HAVE
YOUR PARALOFT KEY, CAPTAIN?

CORPORAL RAMSEY
MUST HAVE LIFTED

SERGEANT FUENTES' KEY
LONG ENOUGH TO MAKE
A DUPLICATE.

CORPORAL RAMSEY MADE
A KEY TO THE PARALOFT?

IT'S THE ONLY WAY
HE COULD HAVE SLIPPED IN
TO SABOTAGE THE CHUTES.

THANK YOU, CAPTAIN.

THANK YOU.
THANK YOU.

WHY DIDN'T YOU JUST ASK
TO SEE MY KEY?

AGENT TODD IS NEW.
JUST TEACHING HER
HOW TO INTERROGATE.

THE PARALOFT WAS SECURED
BETWEEN 0900 AND 1800.

THAT'S WHY
YOU WANTED TO KNOW
WHAT I WAS DOING ALL DAY.

YOU SUSPECTED ME.

IF THE CAPTAIN
WERE A SUSPECT,

WE WOULD HAVE READ HIM
HIS RIGHTS, WOULDN'T WE?

VERY GOOD,
AGENT TODD. GREAT.

CAPTAIN HAVE AN ALIBI?

HE WAS NOWHERE
NEAR THE PARALOFT

WHEN THE CHUTES
WERE SABOTAGED.

RAMSEY'S THE DIRT BAG.

COULD STILL BE DAFELMAIR
OR BRINKMAN.

SERGEANT FUENTES SUPERVISED
THE RIGGERS HANDING OUT
CHUTES?

YEAH, HE WATCHES HIS RIGGERS
FROM THE BACK OF THE TRUCK.

CORPORAL RAMSEY PARTICIPATED.

WELL, HE'S ON SUSPENSION
FROM RIGGING, NOT PASSING OUT
CHUTES OR JUMPING.

HE COULD HAVE GIVEN
THUMPER A DIRTY CHUTE.

WHAT'D YOU SAY?

RAMSEY COULD HAVE GIVEN
THUMPER A SABOTAGED CHUTE.

NO, YOU SAID "DIRTY."

WHAT?

WITH GIBBS YOU NEVER KNOW.

ABBY, I NEED TO SEE
SERGEANT FUENTES'
RESERVE CHUTE.

YOU MIGHT WANNA
TAKE A LOOK AT THIS FIRST.

NOW THAT I'M ONLY RUNNING
ONE D.N.A. ANALYSIS,

I FINALLY HAD TIME
TO DO A PARTICLE PICK
ON THE SHROUD LINES.

YOU'RE LOOKING AT INFRARED
OF BOLIVIA'S BEST.

COCAINE?
OUR KILLER'S USING?

NO, THE ROCK'S TOO PURE.

THE RESIDUE ON HIS SKIN
IS PROBABLY FROM CUTTING
AND WEIGHING.

WHY DON'T I THINK
THUMPER WAS KILLED

FOR REPORTING
CORPORAL RAMSEY'S
RIGGING?

WHERE'S THUMPER'S
RESERVE CHUTE?

IT'S OVER HERE.

I ALREADY CHECKED IT, GIBBS.
IT'S CLEAN.

YOU KNOW WHAT,
IT'S TOO CLEAN.

IT'S TOO CLEAN FOR SOMEONE
WHO SMASHED THROUGH
A TREE AND AN S.U.V.

WHERE'S THE OTHER JUMP GEAR
WE CONFISCATED?

I STORED IT
IN THE BALLISTICS LAB
AFTER I TESTED IT.

WHAT ARE YOU LOOKING FOR?

RAMSEY, DAFELMAIR'S
AND BRINKMAN'S GEAR.
HERE'S ONE.

WHAT ARE YOU LOOKING FOR?

A SCREWED POOCH.

THERE IT IS.
IT'S DIRTY.

THIS IS THE RESERVE
THAT THUMPER JUMPED WITH.

UNLUCKY 13.

SOMEONE PULLED A SWITCH
AFTER HE HIT THE S.U.V.

THE CONE'S BEEN SOLDERED
IN PLACE.

DOESN'T MATTER
IF THOSE PAINKILLERS
SLOWED HIS JUDGMENT,

HE COULDN'T USE THIS CHUTE.

WHOSE RUCKSACK IS THIS?

CALL CAPTAIN FAUL.
TELL HIM JUMP OPS CAN RESUME.

WE GOT OUR KILLER.
DO I TELL HIM WHO?

NO.

I DON'T WANT
D.N.A. EVIDENCE.

I WANT THIS BASTARD
TO CONFESS.

HOW ARE WE GONNA DO THAT?

WEAR THIS WHEN WE JUMP.

JUMP?

HEY, CAP.

AREN'T YOU A LITTLE OLD
TO RE-UP?

I HEAR THERE'S A WAR ON.

AGENT DINOZZO,
CAN'T TELL IF YOU'RE ENLISTIN'
OR JUST LISTIN'.

THAT'S A GOOD ONE.

WE'RE GOING WITH YOU BOYS.
N.C.I.S. TRAINING MISSION.

NOW WHY DON'T I BELIEVE THAT?

HELL, WHY NOT?

HATE TO PASS UP
THE OPPORTUNITY

TO TOSS A COUPLE
OF N.C.I.S. AGENTS
OUT OF A PLANE.

WHY ARE YOU JUMPING
WITH US, SIR?

I ALWAYS WANTED TO JUMP.

AGENT GIBBS CAME ALONG
TO LAUGH.

HARD TO BELIEVE
DAVE KILLED THUMPER

OVER A LOUSY
2 WEEKS' SUSPENSION, SIR.

YEAH.

THUMPER RODE HIM, SIR,

BUT NO MORE
THAN THE REST OF US.
IT JUST DOESN'T MAKE SENSE.

OH, NO!

WHAT? CHICKENING OUT?

13. IT'S MY FIRST JUMP, AND
MY RESERVE IS NUMBER 13.

WOULDN'T HAVE
BOTHERED THUMPER,
WOULD IT, GUYS?

EITHER OF YOU SUPERSTITIOUS?

NO, SIR.

GREAT! WHY DON'T YOU SWAP
WITH CORPORAL BRINKMAN?

WHAT'S YOUR RESERVE
CHUTE NUMBER?

4.

4? NO, 4 IS UNLUCKY
IN CHINA.

WE'RE NOT IN CHINA.

I DON'T CARE.

WHAT'S YOUR NUMBER?

8.

GREAT! 8'S LUCKY IN CHINA.

IS THERE A PROBLEM?

NO, SIR.

STAND UP.

HOOK UP.

THUMPER RIDE YOU,
CORPORAL DAFELMAIR?

HE RODE EVERYBODY, SIR.

ABOUT BEING A DRUG DEALER?

THAT'S HIS RESERVE CHUTE
YOU'RE WEARING,

THE ONE YOU SWITCHED
ON HIM WHEN HE LANDED.

DON'T KNOW WHAT
YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT,
SIR.

YOU WERE THE FIRST ONE DOWN.
FIRST ONE TO GET TO THUMPER.

RAMSEY WAS HELPING
BRINKMAN OUT OF A TREE.

WHAT'S HE SAYING, PAUL?
I DON'T KNOW.

ONLY TAKES
A COUPLE OF MINUTES

TO SWITCH A BAD CHUTE
FOR A GOOD ONE.

MARINE CORPS GAVE YOU
A 2ND CHANCE.

WHEN THUMPER FOUND OUT
YOU SOILED THE UNIFORM
BY DEALING DRUGS,

HE WOULDN'T DO IT.

I THOUGHT CORPORAL RAMSEY
WAS GUILTY?

HE IS, SIR!

YOU THOUGHT WRONG, CORPORAL.

PROVE IT.

WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?
HIS MAIN CAN'T OPEN!

HE'S GOT A RESERVE!

CAPTAIN, THIS IS NUTS.
YOU GOING TO
PUT A STOP THIS, SIR?

30 SECONDS TO DROP.

A CONFESSION AND RATTING OUT
YOUR DRUG SUPPLIER
WILL GET YOU A DEAL.

HOW GOOD A DEAL?

READ HIM HIS ARTICLE 31S.

YOU HAVE THE RIGHT
TO REMAIN SILENT,

HE DOESN'T DESERVE A DEAL!

HEY, HEY, BACK OFF!

COME ON. COOL IT, MAN!

HEY! HEY!

GOODBYE, DINOZZO.

MILITARY AUTHORITIES ARRESTED
A MARINE AND CHARGED HIM

WITH MURDER IN CONNECTION
WITH SERGEANT LARRY FUENTES'

TRAGIC PARACHUTE MISHAP
3 DAYS AGO.

CORPORAL PAUL DAFELMAIR,
WE EVER GONNA MAKE
THE 11:00 NEWS?

BASED IN QUANTICO, WILL FACE
COURT MARTIAL PROCEEDINGS.

COULD HAVE HAPPENED TONIGHT
IF YOU'D BROKE YOUR NECK.

AND IS REPORTEDLY COOPERATING
WITH AUTHORITIES IN
AN ONGOING DRUG INVESTIGATION.

WELL, IT'S BEEN A LONG ONE.

DETAILS OF THE INVESTIGATION
ARE BEING KEPT UNDER WRAPS.

YOU LEAVING SOON?

MMM-HMM.

ALL RIGHT. GOOD NIGHT.

DAFELMAIR'S FAMILY
WOULD NOT COMMENT...

CAN I COME UP?

YOU GOT A PASSWORD?

YES, SIR. SEMPER FI.

THAT'S A GOOD PASSWORD.
COME ON UP.

ALL RIGHT.