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I will never forget the day that Gibbs caught this psycho.

You knew Gibbs back then?

No. I was a junior at Georgetown.

And for two years, every woman in D.C. was afraid to go out at night.

Must have been tough.

Yeah, you have no idea.

I actually owe Gibbs for the first full night of sleep I got in college.

Mm, I meant dating.

Yes, yes, dating was tough.

Needny help with that now, Paula?

No, Tony, thank you.

I've been there and I've done that.

Ouch.

Your problem with women is where you're focused.

Where?

Here.

It's a mirror.

Quick question.

The pink ones.

Do they taste like strawberry starburst?

I thought you said you weren't seeing anyone.

I'm not.

It's for my complexion.

Complexion got a name?

Tony, you so don't want to go there.

Just tell me it's not another agent,'cause I really don't think I can...

His name's Bob, and he's a lawyer.

What a coincidence.

I hate lawyers.

I know. So do I.

That's why it's purely a sexual relationship.

Well, what would that make me?

A big mistake.

If you do not give me my birth control pills, I'm going to break your arm.

Got that coffee.

Have you been there long?

Uh, long enough to say, "No, ma'am, Agent Cassidy."

Okay, good answer.

Thank you.

I let her do that.

Thank you.

Who's that?

Kyle Boone.

He's an infamous serial killer, Probie

terrorized the District in the 90s. Come on.

22 women went missing and five bodies were found.

Guy only made one mistake.

He killed a petty officer.

Gibbs caught him?

Scheduled for a government sanctioned dirt-nap on Saturday.

He wants to talk to Gibbs before they flip the switch.

Why?

Claims he's gonna tell them where the bodies are.

What the hell is that doing on my screen?

Uh, I didn't put it there, boss.

Who did, McGee?

Probie, let me handle this.

Boss...

she did it.

We heard you were interviewing...

Kyle Boone, and we assumed that we would be providing backup.

You heard wrong, Cassidy.

I'm not interviewing anyone.

Oh, well, then you might want to let the Governor of Virginia

know, since MTAC has him standing by, waiting for your call.

Find her a desk.

Is that one...

No, it's taken.

A whole week of T.A.D. with Gibbs.

I can smell the fun already.

Well, it's been a tough month.

Right now he pretty much hates everyone, Paula.

Including himself.

I was told by your Director that you would personally

be interviewing Kyle Boone this afternoon, Agent Gibbs.

Director Shepard was misinformed, Governor.

Talking to Kyle Boone would be a waste of time.

Possibly, but if there's even a chance that he would reveal

to you the location of his victims, we have to take it.

I disagree, sir.

He's had ten years to think about it. Why the change of heart now?

In my experience, men facing imminent death

tend to reevaluate the course of their lives.

Most seek forgiveness.

You trust me, sir.

Boone had a lot of interests.

Forgiveness wasn't one of them.

How can you be so sure?

I spent five months interrogating him.

A decade ago.

-People change. -People, sir.

Maybe.

Not Kyle Boone.

-Are you refusing to meet with him? -I'm refusing to entertain a homicidal maniac

who tortured and killed 22 women, sir.

I have played that game before.

And the hundreds of family members who lost a daughter a sister or a mother?

What do I tell them?

That no matter Kyle Boone says in the next few days,

come Saturday, sir, you're going to make sure he fries.

We all owe you a debt of gratitude for bringing him to justice,

Agent Gibbs, but, uh... you leave me little choice.

I am sorry.

Sir! We've got a high priority transmission coming through for you in MTAC.

>From who?

Secretary of the Navy.

Well, look on the bright side.

What is the bright side?

You're only here a week.

Why couldn't I sit at Kate's desk?

Mostly, because it's still Kate's desk.

She was a great agent.

How are you handling it?

Same way I handle everything try not to think about it.

And when that doesn't work?

There's always junk food.

Doesn't sound very healthy, Tony.

It's either that or I start building a boat in my basement.

Did you move from your apartment?

No. Now you see my dilemma.

If you ever do want to talk about it, I'm here for you.

Okay?

You mean that?

Yes, of course I mean that.

Okay.

Well, then, let me ask you something.

What's Bobbie like in bed?

Kate was right. You are truly, truly pathetic, DiNozzo.

Uh, you two might want to get busy.

Gibbs's headed this way and he looks pissed.

Think he caved to the Governor?

No way.

If Gibbs doesn't want to do something, he doesn't.

No matter who's asking.

Where you going, boss?

Sussex State Prison, interviewing Kyle Boone.

Be gone the rest of the day.

Yep, you two sure have him pegged.

We moved Boone to death watch on Monday.

That's when he decided he wanted to talk.

We do things a little different here in Virginia.

The condemned get a choice:

lethal injection or death by electrocution.

Boone is the first one to choose the chair.

Deserves worse.

Special Agent Gibbs?

I'm Adam O'Neill, Kyle Boone's attorney.

I really appreciate your coming.

I, uh... I understand your reluctance here.

But I truly believe that my client's intentions are sincere.

The day I arrested your client,

we found two human female tongues in his refrigerator.

I'm familiar with the case, Agent Gibbs.

Really? You familiar with the names of his victims?

Look, I'm not here to talk about the past.

I'm here trying to save a man's life.

Boone wants a deal?

No. Mr. Boone wants the chair for his crimes.

I'm the one hoping to get him life in prison.

Good luck with that.

Agent Gibbs, please.

I'm just trying to do my job here.

Maybe together, we can both help the victims' families find some closure.

Be there Saturday.

You'll be able to see them get that.

Right this way, gentlemen.

Well, actually, against my advice,

Mr. Boone has elected to meet with Agent Gibbs alone.

There'll be a guard out here if you need him.

I won't.

Nice to see you again, Jethro.

I wasn't sure if you'd come, but... here you are.

You've got two minutes.

Start talking.

You know, you look almost the same...

except the hair.

When did it go gray?

Where are the bodies?

We'll get to that.

There's just a few things I need to ask you first.

I guess they showed you my souvenirs?

There weren't 20 in that jar.

Your point?

I always thought you were padding your account.

Oh. Baiting me?

Denigrating my rep?

Come on. You know thatpproach never worked on me, Jethro.

A minute 38.

Can't we just chat for a bit?

Catch up?

How's the wife?

She left you, didn't she?

I tried to warn you about that.

Women can't understand men like us.

You got what, Boone?

Three days left?

How's it feel?

I'm kind of terrified.

Weird, considering my former activities.

They say it can take up to four minutes to die in the chair.

Me, personally?

I'm hoping it takes a lot longer.

You really have changed.

The old Gibbs would never be this abrupt.

Did you remarry?

You got less than a minute.

Okay, okay, too personal.

Now, what about, uh, NCIS Special Agent Caitlin Todd?

Can we talk about her?

I saw her picture in the Post.

They said she was shot by a terrorist?

Did you cut back on the caffeine like I told you?

See you Saturday.

Come on, Gibbs.

I was just having some fun with you!

You can't leave.

You're here because you're following orders, like a good Marine.

Right, Gunny?

I'll tell you where they are.

Where they all are.

There's more than 22, Jethro.

Lots more.

Where is he, Timothy?

Uh, who?

Gibbs, damn it.

Do you even know the difference between good and bad cholesterol, Tony?

No, but I'm assuming it has something to do with taste.

Bad is what came back on your last blood test.

Dispose of this.

Hey, hey, that cost me 16 bucks, that pizza.

You'll thank me when you're my age.

But you eat pizza all the time.

Exactly.

I don't really see the connection here.

Well, of course you wouldn't, you're not a doctor.

Where is Gibbs?

Sussex State Prison, interviewing Kyle Boone.

He said he wasn't going.

He wasn't.

Until the SecNav ordered him to.

Who's with him?

No one.

Have you any idea the effect that psychopath had on Gibbs ten years ago?

Considering how open Gibbs is about his personal life...

uh, no, not a clue.

He should not have gone alone.

Ducky, it's... it's Gibbs.

I'm sure he'll be fine.

That's easy for you to say.

You didn't have to live through this the last time.

DiNozzo.

Where?

Yeah, I got it, boss.

We're on our way.

Cassidy, saddle up.

Gibbs wants you in the field.

Boone family farm.

Wants me?

That's what he said.

Let's roll.

The difference between ten years ago and today, Ducky?

We have Gibbs' back.

There's another difference, Tony.

Ten years ago, Gibbs was a very different man.

You mean he was actually meaner?

No, quite the opposite.

He was...

he was a lot like you.

What do we got?

I can save you the time, Gibbs.

My measurements are 34...

26-34.

120 pounds. I'm right, aren't I?

Did you weigh and measure me in my sleep?

I'm a crime-scene sketch expert.

It's what I do.

You'll do.

Gibbs, again, you have such a way of making a gal feel so special.

Put this on.

McGee?

Yeah, boss?

You might want to wear kneepads.

Do we even have kneepads?

Equipment inventory's Kate's job.

You might want to ask...

Do you know what the hell we're doing?

Following Gibbs' lead.

On what?

I don't know.

You don't know and that doesn't

bother you at all?

You get used to it.

Yeah, that's what I'm afraid of.

This place must have been gone over a dozen times, boss.

No way there's any bodies in here.

Not looking for bodies, Tony.

Boone was raised here by his uncle.

His mother was a prostitute, she left town when he was 12.

Then what are we looking for?

Proof.

Boone swears it's here, and the only place

we didn't look is inside this chimney.

I think I got something.

No.

That's just another dead bird.

Oh, it's disgusting.

Bet this wasn't in the brochure when you signed up for NCIS, Probie.

You know, you were wrong earlier.

About what?

She weighs more than a buck 20.

Sorry.

She did that on purpose.

Okay.

Oh, no, I got...

it's right here by the flue.

I got it.

Okay, I'm coming down.

Finally.

You know, you could have taken your...

Jeez.

My bad.

Looks like a book.

Oh, there must be 30 pages there.

More.

What's carved into their backs?

It's his calling card, McGee.

Something wrong?

This section on my mother, John, is better, but it still needs work.

I was trying to humanize her, Kyle.

Don't.

You find it all right, Jethro?

I guess you wouldn't be here if you didn't.

I don't believe you've met my biographer, John Briggs.

Special Agent Gibbs, it is a pleasure.

I've been trying to schedule an interview with you for months.

You're going to have to leave now, Briggs.

I've been granted special permission

by the state of Virginia to be here, Warden.

Not anymore.

Next time you see Boone, he'll have a thunderbolt shooting out of his ass.

Hey, I was...

I was guaranteed full access for the next three days.

The warden asked you to leave.

Don't make him ask you again.

You'll have to excuse Agent Gibbs, John.

He's finally gotten a glimpse into the world I've been telling him about.

Scrapbook?

You found his scrapbook?

When... when will it be released?

Son, if you want to walk out of here under your own power,

I suggest you leave now.

John really is a wonderful writer.

You know, he's spent years trying to understand me.

Unfortunately, he just never seemed to measure up.

To who?

Your prostitute mom?

Or your father?

Some hick john with a few extra bucks in his pocket.

Actually, I was referring to you, Jethro.

Show's over.

Where's the dumping ground?

You show me my scrapbook one last time

and I'll draw you a map even a Marine can follow.

No.

They've suffered enough.

Well, we're at an impasse.

You're going to keep playing this game wi me, Boone?

I've never considered any of this a game, Jethro.

You know that.

Whatever.

I'm changing the rules.

How so?

I've seen your world.

Now you're going to spend what's left of your miserable life in mine.

All right, listen up, my little probationary field agents.

You're about to witness the transfer

of a maximum security prisoner to our humble facility.

While he's here, he's our sole responsibility.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Am I boring you?

My God, does he ever stop?

I'm just glad it's not me.

It's 10:00.

Doesn't make any sense bringing Boone here now.

Gibbs is trying to put him on unfamiliar ground, throw him off balance.

Because that worked so well ten years ago?

What's different now?

I am, Cassidy.

Stand tall.

Lace up, Probies.

I knew I could count on you, Jethro.

It's good to be home again.

Yeah.

Good to be home.

Guy's been impersonating a statue all night.

According to the watch, he hasn't moved a muscle.

It's creepy.

When is Gibbs going to start his interrogation?

When he's ready.

Well, you might want to tl him to hurry.

He's got less than 48 hours before Boone's scheduled to be executed.

I've got a better idea, Paula.

Why don't you tell him?

'Cause I'm not stupid.

No.

Of all the things you are, stupid definitely isn't one of them.

Thank you.

Okay, what's that supposed to mean?

Nothing.

By the way, how's Bobert?

Why, are you jealous?

Of a lawyer?

Give me a break.

He's very rich.

Money isn't everything.

He's got season tickets to the Redskins private sky box.

I'm happy for him.

And I almost forgot...

he drives a Ferrari.

Red.

Like Magnum.

Well, that's nice.

Isn't it?

You know what's even nicer?

My current view.

Victoria's Secret.

Agent Cassidy.

Well, you enjoy it as long as you can, Agent DiNozzo.

Because that's as close as you're going to get.

Cassidy?

Check Boone's security detail.

You got it.

I'll give her a hand with that.

Wait.

What was that for?

Letting her get to you.

Boss, I was not letting her get...

Won't let it happen again.

Thanks.

It's for Abby.

Go find out how many victims she ID'd from Boone's scrapbook.

There were 27 women in the scrapbook, McGee.

And as far as I can tell, they're in the order that they were killed.

Now, Boone has admitted to killing 22, which matches

with the photos and the files that the FBI sent over.

Which would make you think that we'd be left

with five Jane Does, but you'd be wrong

'cause I know who the first victim is.

You're not listening to a word I'm saying.

I'm pregnant, McGee.

Twins.

Haven't told the father yet.

It's Gibbs.

I know it's wrong, but something about

his silver hair just gets me all tingly inside.

Excuse me for a sec.

I think I'm going to vomit.

I'm joking, Tony.

Except for the part about Gibbs' hair.

That is really hot.

McGee's ignoring me again.

Easily fixable.

What? What'd I do?

Stop ignoring Abby.

She's sensitive.

I'm sorry.

I was concentrating.

I think that I know how we can find Boone's victims

without Gibbs having to talk to him.

There are distinctive geographical and

man-made features in several of these pictures.

There's a stream...

and what may be a bridge...

Up here, there appears to be a power line.

Or some dirt on a picture.

If I can make a land plot, create scale

by computing the distances between these points, then wcan...

Okay.

Streams and power lines?

It would take years searching just one county, McGee, never mind a state.

Yeah, for us, Tony, but not for a computer.

Satellite imagery?

Exactly.

I should have thought of that.

I just need to figure out a way to calculate an accurate scale.

Polaroid cameras have a fixed focal length.

It's a good start.

Uh, I'm going to need one known measurement.

Pick one body and I'll pull her stats.

Three known vectors should do it.

Four would be...

Okay, okay.

Enough with the geek-speak.

Gibbs wants to know how many victims we ID'd.

All, except for the last four in the scrapbook.

We're running them against missing persons reports

prior to Gibbs putting Boone behind bars.

No matches yet.

The one that stands out the most is the first victim.

She disappeared in 1974.

Are you sure about that, Abs?

Boone was just a kid back then.

I know.

And it turns out his mother did not abandon him.

She was his first kill.

You don't have to do this again, you know.

You're wrong, Duck, I do.

He's never going to tell you where those poor girls are.

I know that.

Then why?

Because ten years ago, I couldn't break him.

No, but you did what no one else could;

you caught the son of a bitch.

I should have killed him.

And in two days, that will be rectified.

I'm telling you as a friend, it's time to let this one go.

Not yet, Ducky.

You already lost one relationship as a result of this case.

I mean, she was a wonderful girl, and you neglected...

She left me, Duck!

I didn't leave her!

No, you made it impossible for her to stay.

Okay, send him up.

Make sure he's escorted.

I'll let Gibbs know.

Comfortable?

Yeah.

Matter of fact, I...

It was a rhetorical question, lady.

Wow. I never realized how sensitive you were about your desk.

There's a lot about me you don't realize, Cassidy.

Where's Gibbs?

Interrogation.

Well, Boone's lawyer is here.

He claims he wasn't notified

about his client's being moved and he wants to talk to him.

Ooh, Gibbs doesn't like to be kept waiting.

You better go right in there and tell him yourself.

I'll get the suit.

Finally.

So where should we start this time, Jethro?

My childhood?

I didn't bring you in here to talk, Boone.

So, you decided to let me see my photographs again?

I told you, that's not going to happen.

Interesting.

May I ask why I'm here then?

The State is hoping that I'll get the location of your victims.

I believe that requires some form of communication.

I said, "the state." Me?

Not even going to try.

But you always try, Jethro.

That's why I like you.

I've taken you out of the system, Boone.

You're going to sit here alone, without any human contact until you fry.

The game ends now.

This room brings back so many memories.

Doesn't it?

Special Agent Gibbs?

A word, please.

Sounds like you replaced your dead female.

Any chance I can meet this one?

Well, I'll be here if you need me.

What?!

Boone's attorney's here.

The D.A.'s afraid if we deny him access to his client, then he'll find

a sympathetic judge and have cause to have the execution delayed.

I got it.

Look, I need a privileged conversation with my client.

Meaning, Agent Gibbs, I want your observation

room cleared and all microphones turned off.

That's it, counselor?

For now, Agent.

Tony?

Yeah, hold on a second.

Search him first...

thoroughly.

I'm impressed.

It's actually working.

Thank you.

Now all we have to do is scan through 800,000 miles of satellite

imagery and pray we get lucky.

I am a scientist, McGee.

Luck has nothing to do with it and/or us.

Okay, then how do you explain something like Gibbs's gut?

Well, that's easy.

Gibbs is lucky.

But you just said that...

He's not a scientist.

Agent Gibbs, if anythinghappens to my client while he's here,

I want you to know I am going to hold you personally responsible...

You have my word he willbe in perfect health for his execution.

Escort Mr. O'Neill outof my building, Special Agent Cassidy.

You'll be hearing from me.

Let's go.

You going back in there, Boss?

Yeah, maybe.

Gibbs.

Gibbs, it's Abby. McGee and I think we might have found Boone's dumping ground.

We've got it on the screen in my lab.

They think they may have found his dumping ground.

What am I looking at?

Take it, Mc-Key.

I mean, um, very Special Agent McGee.

Probable site where the victims were tortured, killed and perhaps buried.

You want to know how we did it?

Not really.

Good, 'cause it was mostly luck.

Where?

Wilderness area,Great Falls National Park.

Tony, you lead the team.

Right.

Where you going, Boss?

After ten years, I finally ot something on Boone

he doesn't already know about.

My lawyer was very upset.

He wanted to move me back to prison.

But don't worry.

I told him I like it here.

Don't get too comfortable.

You're going back today.

Really?

What's changed?

You found something, didn't you?

The site where the photos were taken is 265 feet on a track of 310 degrees.

We need to get through here.

Okay.

Remember what I taught you about the poison ivy, all right?

Don't tell Cassidy.

What?

Nothing.

Follow me.

I'm okay. I'm okay.

This is steep.

Watch yourselves.

Well, if this is the place, I can see why Boone picked it.

Off the beaten path, no hard surfaces to reflect sound.

Those girls could scream their heads off and no one would hear.

Yeah, this is the perfect spot.

Guys, we're in the right place.

No reception.

Spread out, tape it off.

We'll hike back and call Gibbs.

Come on, Jethro, we both know you're in there.

What are you doing here?

I wanted to see what the monster looks like.

He doesn't look that scary.

You saw the photographs?

Yeah.

You did good, McGee.

I'm proud of you.

And?

And what?

Well, usually you add some kind of insult at the end.

No, I don't.

Well, okay, maybe sometimes.

But the point is we're a team and...

Whoa! Tony?

You all right?

I was, uh, a little startled.

By what?

Her.

She couldn't have been dead more than a few days.

Tony, you're not going to believe it.

Boone's mark.

I-I...

I can't get any reception out here.

That's not surprising.

"Butt nowhere" isn't part of our coverage plan.

I'm gonna head back to the truck and try and getthe call through.

Okay. Tell Gibbs we're gonna need everything and everyone on this one.

I'll be back in 20 minutes.

Yeah. Gibbs.

Gibbs...

we found Boone's dumping ground.

Good work.

Tell Tony he needs to call...

We also found a fresh body.

Female. Dead less than a week.

She has Boone's mark on her back.

I think we're definitely dealing with a copycat killer.

Gibbs?

Gibbs, can you hear me?

Yeah, I heard you.

I want the area sealed off.

I'm on my way.

Tony.

Something's not right.

Well, nothing has been since Boone showed up at NCIS.

No, no. I-I know this girl.

You know her? How?

You know her, too.

She was the last entry in Boone's scrapbook one of the Jane Does.

He's been on death row for ten years, McGee.

She's been here less than a week.

It's not possible.

It can't be.

You look a little peaked, Jethro.

Something wrong?

Maybe I can help.

A new development, perhaps?

I got to hand it to you, Boone.

I did my best.

But you got me to play your game-- congratulations.

You found the bodies. Good.

Not what you were expecting, was it?

You see, there's someone else out there now a new threat

and I'm the only one who can help you find him.

You'll have to request a stay of my execution.

Gonna have to pass on that. Mm-mm.

No matter how this plays out,

you're gonna sit in that chair Saturday.

You can't have changed this much.

You have a sworn duty.

Maybe ten years ago.

Now...

hell...

I can wait till Sunday to start an investigation.

You're bluffing.

You're dead in 36 hours.

Yeah, well,I'll be here when you change your mind.

Cassidy!

Cassidy!

Great! She's lost.

Why didn't you give her your GPS thingie, Probie?

She's not lost.

What's going on?!

She's been kidnapped.

McGee, where is my list of every visitor and phone call

Boone's had since being in prison?

Working it, boss.

Tony?

Tony!

Backup teams in place?

Yeah.

I never should've let her take off like that alone, Boss.

The Polaroid of Cassidy's clean; there's no prints, no DNA.

I'm sorry, Gibbs, I screwed this whole thing up.

You screwed it up?

We should've known there was more than one killer

I only ran the Jane Does up until the time Boone was captured.

All four have gone missing in the last three years.

Concentrate on Boone's contacts over the past

three years.

Yeah.

We can't lose another agent.

I can't take this.

Okay, our best bet is a guy named John Frederick Briggs.

In the last three years, he's logged 229 phone calls

and visited Boone 96 times.

He's writing Boone's biography.

He's living it.

He's off to a good start.

Dishonorable discharge from the army in '91.

Arrested for domesticdisturbance in 2000 for beating his girlfriend.

Find him.

Home address and cell phone number.

Find out if his cell has a GPS locator...

Checked the carrier.

It does, and it can be remotely activated

by the company if it's reported stolen.

Good job, McGee.

Good job, McGee.

Let's roll.

Okay, Briggs' cell provider is relaying us his location.

He's in movement.

He's headed out of DC on the 190 West.

He's getting off the 190 at Oakley.

If you get off at MacArthur, you might make it before him.

How far ahead is he?

Less than a mile.

That's got to be him.

Keep your hands on the wheel!

Keep 'em up!

Okay, what the hell's going on here?

Where is she, Briggs?

Okay.

Okay, I have every right to be here.

Heard from a guard you found the bodies.

I want to see 'em.

Shut up.

Hello.

What did you do to me?

I hit you in the head with a shovel, my dear.

Did you kill that woman we found?

I did.

How many more are there, O'Neill?

Let's see, there was...

there was one, and there was two, three, four...

You will make five.

How did Boone turn his lawyer into his replacement?

Do you really think I'm Boone's lawyer by coincidence?

Come on!

See, I...

I sought Boone out.

Why?

So I could learn from him.

Learn from the best.

And you...

you're my graduation present.

You know, you can scream if you want to it's allowed.

Kyle says he wants Agent Gibbs to remember him

for a long, long time after he's gone.

So you and me...

...we're gonna take this nice and slow.

a fighter, huh?

I haven't had one of those before.

You want to try that thing again with that knife?

You wanted to see your scrapbook?

Where is my agent?

Stop, st...

Stop.

Look, you don't know what you're d...

You don't know what you're doing.

Jethro... don't...

Damn it.

I don't know where she is.

How can I?

Please? Just let me see them one last time, please?

I'm-I'm begging you.

I'm begging you.

Where... is she?

We all know you can't destroy evidence.

Pathetic, Jethro.

Do you really think that I need that to see them,

when they're all up here anytime I want?

Your agent is gonna suffer.

The obscenities unleashed on her, legendary-- you know why?

Because you're the one that stopped me...

This is all your fault!

He's cutting her tongue out of her mouth right now.

You know the best part?

After I'm gone...

bodies are just gonna continue to pile up.

Shoot.

Shoot me, you're supposed to shoot me, you idiot.

That the big plan you spent ten years working on?

Get me to murder you and ruin my own life?

He's carving your name in her back right now.

Game's over.

Back to death row.

Gibbs?

Gibbs.

The governor call yet?

'Cause they're not gonna kill me now.

I'm the only one who can identify the killer.

Hey, do you think she screamed

when he cut out her tongue, Jethro?

I don't know.

Why don't you ask her yourself?

I'm afraid your lawyer's gonna miss your execution tomorrow.

He's kind of dead.

Enjoy hell.

No!

No...!

No!