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Okay.

What an adorable child, Yoon.

She's like a little doll.

How come I have never met this little munchkin before?

She usually stays with the sitter

when we go shopping, Mrs. Goodwin.

She's such a cutie.

Uh, well, we're running a little late today,

so if you'll excuse us.

Oh, here, let me help you, dear.

-Oh, thank you. -Sure.

I doubt they'll hear us.

They've been playing that Chinese stuff all morning.

Actually, it's Korean.

Oh, right. Sorry.

You know, Sun usually leaves the back door open.

Come on.

My aunt burned down her house like this.

She really should be more careful.

Oh, now that's better.

I'm not usually one to complain...

I don't understand, McGee. Sensitivity training?

Yes. A seminar covering the basics of communication

and understanding in the workplace.

I know what sensitivity is.

I'm asking why we have to spend

the whole afternoon studying it.

Professional development?

If it were survival training, advanced demolitions, perhaps...

I don't think that Sympathetic Seminars, Inc. offers those classes.

I'm simply saying that skilled investigators

should already be well-versed

in the subtleties of inter-human communication.

I like Italian women.

You're Italian, right?

I like Irish women, too.

I stand corrected.

You two better hurry up.

Don't want to miss out on all the fun.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Where are you going?

Prior engagement. Take notes for me.

You do understand the meaning of the word "mandatory," don't you?

I've been ordered to inspect the Secure File Room, probie.

Sadly, that conflicts

with your exciting seminar today.

No, it doesn't.

This order's for next Wednesday.

What?

Look on the bright side, Tony.

It should only take about five to seven hours.

There's got to be some way out of this.

Maybe I could injure myself.

What? I was only trying to help.

I was only kidding.

Sensitivity training's going to have to wait.

Got a double homicide at Quantico.

Marine wives. Grab your gear.

Yes! Inappropriate?

A bit.

That and you're probably the reason

we have to take these stupid classes.

Today!

On your six, boss.

You know this kind of reminds me of my cousin's house.

Minus all the blood.

Unless you count that Thanksgiving back in '98.

Family does have a way of fraying one's nerves.

Take my mother, for instance.

She insists on watching Jeopardy every night on the television.

What's wrong with that, Duck?

Well, the same episode over and over again?

I made the mistake of taping it for her once.

I always say, you can pick your nose, but you can't pick your family.

There's a touch of the poet in you, Mr. Palmer.

I'd say you're just more touched.

DiNozzo?

House belongs to a Sergeant Malcolm Porter

and his wife Sun, boss.

She's the one on the left.

The sergeant's still on liberty.

We're trying to track him down.

The other vic is Min Crane.

She's married to a Sergeant Floyd Crane,

currently deployed in Iraq.

Sign of an unhappy marriage.

Funny, I thought it looked like a hole in the wall.

It's about fist size.

The husband probably hit the wall

instead of hitting his wife.

What else do you see?

Well, judging by the positioning of the body,

I'd say they were taken by surprise.

Yeah? Why?

Body posture they're too relaxed.

They didn't fight back.

Of course, that could also mean they knew the identity of their attacker.

Search the rest of the house.

The little girl's becoming

quite the crime scene investigator, isn't she, boss?

I'll go help McGee talk to the women who found them.

Got a T.O.D. yet, Duck?

Very recent.

Both liver probes indicate about two and a half hours ago.

Triple tap, all in the heart.

Yeah, but notice these burn marks around the entry wounds

here, and on this one.

In both of those, the weapon was in direct contact

with the body when fired.

Two from across the room.

Then one each up close, just to be sure.

I don't believe the term "overkill"

would be inappropriate under these circumstances.

Bullets didn't penetrate.

Maybe they were small caliber.

Did you find any casings?

Aah. Shooter policed his brass, Duck.

"Policed," sir?

Military terminology for cleaning up after one's self.

We may be dealing with a professional.

Professional what?

Killer, Mr. Palmer.

These poor women weren't so much murdered

as executed.

She just needs her bottle.

I know I packed it.

Look, look, look, your mom's right there.

Right there.

You ever hold a baby before, McGee?

No.

I didn't think so.

Shh.

Uh, boss, this is Mrs. Dawson.

She found the body along with the next-door neighbors.

We were going into Koreatown shopping.

I'm the only one with a car.

Sun asked me to come pick them up.

If we'd been on time...

You need some help?

There you go.

Do you have any idea where Sun's husband is, Mrs. Dawson?

No. He's never here when we come over.

I don't think he likes Sun having friends.

What makes you think that?

He's very controlling.

Sergeant Porter abused her?

Sun wouldn't admit it, but we suspect it.

He drinks.

Says mean things to her.

Wouldn't let her speak Korean in the house.

We tried to reason with her, but...

She wouldn't leave him?

She was ashamed.

It's hard for a Korean woman to ask for help.

Find Porter.

I'd start at the "E" Club. James.

I'm Yoon's husband.

Listen, if you don't find Porter there,

you might want to check some of the bars outside the front gate.

I'm on it, boss.

Everything's going to be okay now, honey, okay?

Gibbs, a word please?

I just talked to her a few hours ago.

Gun safe. I found it in the master bedroom,

open and empty, except for a handful of shells--

.40 caliber.

I'm thinking maybe the husband did this, yes?

I guess the polite term, Agent DiNozzo,

would be "bastard."

He was always borrowing my husband's tools,

and never returning them. I should have known

something like this would happen.

Stealing tools isn't really

a prerequisite for murder, Mrs. Goodwin.

All I'm saying is,

the two of them had one hell of a marriage.

You wouldn't know it to look at her,

but Sun's got a set of lungs.

Or at least she did.

So they fought a lot?

Oh, hardly a night went by, you didn't hear

all sorts of screaming coming from this house.

You ever think to make a complaint?

I don't like to stick my nose in.

Good thing, too.

It could have been me that got slaughtered.

On our way, McGee.

Sergeant Porter was spotted 30 minutes ago at the "E" club.

McGee's almost there.

Thanks.

Probie's not going to make a move on his own, is he, boss?

McGee can take care of himself, DiNozzo.

You're on the hump.

He's gone.

Nice job, probie.

Bartender says he turned around, Sergeant Porter wasn't there anymore.

You let him get past you?

It was before I got here, Tony.

What's Sergeant Porter driving?

What kind of car does he drive?!

Black 2000 Ford F-150, boss.

Hey, come on.

Boss, we got a weapon in the front seat.

Think he's dead, boss.

NCIS! Don't move!

Get your hands on the wheel!

Hey, I wasn't gonna drive.

Come on, it's not a DUI

if I don't have the key in the ignition!

What's he talking about?

I think he thinks

we're busting him for driving drunk.

Well, you're not?

No.

It's for double homicide.

McGee? Wait a minute.

I knew he was alive.

Precision, Mr. Palmer.

It's what separates the professional

from the dilettante.

Thank you, Doctor. Mm.

Now, careful. Not too much pressure.

But not too little, either.

Huh? All right, come on, come on, come on, come on.

Oh, let's see.

Yes, very good.

Ah, not bad, not bad at all.

Yeah, but keep a steady hand.

There's no room for error.

You never know which element of the enigma,

however miniscule, can lead you to the solution.

Palmer just got some of your elements

on his plastic thing.

Occupational hazard, I'm afraid.

What can you tell me, Duck?

Both women were shot three times in the chest.

It's hard to say

which of these six was the fatal wound.

Suffice it to say, neither woman died of old age.

Anything else?

Yes. Mrs. Porter

has some swelling and fissures on her fingers and knuckles.

Defensive wounds.

Possibly. Yeah, but these didn't happen today.

There are also bruises on her wrists.

I'd say they were at least a week old.

She was abused?

Yeah.

Thanks, Duck.

Do you have the man in custody now?

Yeah.

Well, there's no need to be gentle with him, Jethro. SYNC

You missed a spot.

We're looking

at a Beretta Cougar 80-40, Gibbs.

It was registered to Sergeant Porter

in 2003, and it's got his fingerprints all over it.

Bullets?

Um, cross-point, 40-caliber,

Smith and Wesson.

Also called a Short and Wimpy,

although I do not know why.

They lack the power of ten-millimeter auto-load.

Yeah, I guess you don't need a lot

of stopping power when you're gunning down housewives.

How about gunshot residue?

The Instant Shooter Kit came back negative

on Porter's skin, shirt and pants.

Could've worn gloves, or... Of he could have changed his clothes.

I'm way ahead of you, Gibbs.

That's why I'm doing a full analysis

on all of Porter's wardrobe.

How long, Abby?

Well, it's gonna take some time,

and some stuff doesn't smell very good.

I don't think that laundry

was a big priority. Abs!

Um, two hours? Whenever I know something,

you'll know something.

You got one. Anything else?

Yes, as a matter of fact.

This is for you.

Why?

For getting me out of sensitivity training.

We were about to do trust falls,

and those guys in administration have wandering hands.

Just give me their names, Abs, and I'll break them for you.

I know you will, Gibbs, and that is why I love you.

Ooh!

Uh, boss, I'm sorry.

I didn't see you. What'd I say about apologizing, McGee?

A sign of weakness.

So is barfing on your tie.

Well, no, this-this isn't mine. Um...

We've got Sergeant Porter in Interrogation.

I actually managed to dodge most of it.

The good news is that he is, uh, sober enough to talk now.

Oh, I got some on you. Here, let me get this.

Don't.

Sorry. I mean, it won't happen again.

Who's watching him?

Uh, Tony and Ziva.

I was actually just gonna go change my shirt.

No, you won't. You're gonna follow up on other leads.

We found Sergeant Porter with the murder weapon.

What other leads?

A good investigator doesn't sit back and wait.

You run down every angle, every lead.

Assume everything you've been told

is a lie until it checks out.

You got it.

There's only one time I want you to stop, McGee.

When you tell me.

When you're satisfied.

When you're satisfied.

Okay.

Hey!

Yeah?

Get me another cup of coffee. SYNC

This is gonna be good.

Gibbs'll rip this guy apart.

I don't know if that's the right tactic in this case, Tony.

What, are you an expert on suspect interviews now?

Interviews, no. Interrogation techniques, yes.

Hmm.

Like hooking a car battery up to a guy's privates?

I'm sure it's effective, but judges tend to frown on it.

I've learned from Gibbs that in certain cases,

you can attract far more bees with honey.

Flies.

What do flies have to do with honey?

Flies don't like, uh, vinegar.

Vinegar?

It's complicated. Here he comes.

Here you go.

There.

You look like you could use it.

My wife's really dead, sir?

How?

Drink your coffee, Sergeant.

When you're ready, we'll work our way up to it.

What's he doing?

Where's the strong-arming? The intimidation?

The psychological bullying?

The Gibbs?

All right, I'm ready.

Bad marriage, huh?

It's okay.

I've had a few myself.

It wasn't perfect, but I loved her, sir.

Problem was...

I don't think, uh...

I don't think she ever loved me.

Bet she loved that paycheck, though, right?

Yeah. I should have known.

Just look at me.

She was way out of my league, you know?

She just married me to get to the States.

It happens. SYNC

Thing is,

I guess I-I always thought

she might change her mind, you know?

Then she started sneaking out to the "O" Club,

hanging out with officers.

I've seen it before.

She thought she could trade up.

She didn't want me, no matter what I did.

Just got to the point that

I just wanted her to disappear.

Yeah. Well, you get pushed, you want to push back.

That why you decided to blow her away?

Excuse me, sir?

Is that the reason you shot Min Crane

and your wife to death today?

Okay, here we go.

He hasn't confessed yet.

He will. Maybe.

How much do you want to bet?

How about nothing?

20 bucks? Deal.

I'm telling you,

I-I didn't kill them, sir.

The murder weapon was in your truck, Sergeant.

Someone must have... someone must have put it there.

Your fingerprints are all over it.

I didn't shoot my wife, sir.

Did you use your fists on her, Sergeant?

Knock her around a little bit, or maybe...

maybe that just wasn't cutting it anymore.

I never laid a hand on Sun.

Your neighbor heard the fights, Sergeant.

I saw the hole you punched in your wall.

I only punched the hole in the wall

so I wouldn't hit her, sir.

Her hands were all bruised and cut

from where she fought you off all the time.

That's-That's not how it happened, sir. Really?

Then how'd I get it wrong, Sergeant? How'd it happen?

She was the...

She was the one who was abusing me.

You don't believe me.

Take a look at this.

Sit down.

Sun was violent, sir.

She hit me. She called me names.

She threw things.

I tried to hold her off,

but I never...

I never once laid a hand on her.

I just wanted it to stop.

Pay up?

He didn't confess.

It was damn close.

Close doesn't cut it, DiNozzo. Well, we got enough evidence

even if you didn't break himin interrogation, boss.

Not to say that you couldn't have broken him,

if you wanted to.

I really like that shirt.

Tony's right. We have Sergeant Porter's

gun with his fingerprints in his car.

He blows away his wife and her friend in a fit of rage.

Gets drunk, passes out before he can commit suicide.

Why did he police his brass?

Habit of a well-trained Marine.

He worked the motor pool.

According to his records,

he failed to qualify twice

on the pistol range last year.

Abby get the results of the GSR tests on his clothing yet?

All negative, boss.

He could have worn gloves

or gotten rid of the clothes he was wearing.

But he leaves his pistol in full view on the front seat.

Boss, I think I got something here.

Just spoke with the Director of the Quantico Officers' Club.

Apparently, Sun Porter was a regular fixture there.

Almost always with Min Crane.

A month ago, they were all banned.

For what, McGee?

Uh, one of their husbands showed up, made a scene.

Had to be carried out.

Another nail in Sergeant Porter's coffin.

It wasn't Sergeant Porter, Tony.

It was Sergeant James Dawson.

Yoon's husband.

Heard you guys got Sergeant Porter at the "E" Club

with the murder weapon.

I knew they were having troubles,

but never expected something like this.

Where's your wife, Sergeant Dawson?

She's taking a nap with our daughter.

Why? Is something wrong, sir?

What happened at the Officers' Club last month?

Let me refresh your memory.

You got into an altercation with two Marine captains.

Yeah. It was nothing.

It was just a misunderstanding.

Big enough for a letter of reprimand in your SRB.

Maybe we should ask your wife about it, Sergeant.

She's had a really rough day.

I'd rather not disturb her. Bedroom down the hall?

Yeah, it is, but I'd rather not disturb her.

We're just gonna make sure she's still breathing.

What, you think I'd kill Sun and Min 'cause

they had a couple of drinks with my wife at the "O" Club?

Mrs. Dawson? NCIS.

We have a few questions?

Yoon, it's me. Please.

Yoon, open up? You have a key?

It's locked from the inside. Yoon!

Yoon!

Hush now.

It's okay.

It doesn't make sense, sir.

Someone kills my wife's two best friends,

then they decide to kidnap her?

When's the last time you saw her, Sergeant?

About an hour before you showed up.

She was putting the baby to sleep in our room.

You didn't hear anything?

No.

Can we stop standing around and do something?

We are.

We are. Sit down.

And what exactly is that, sir?

Figuring out if you're a suspect

or a victim.

The window was broken from the outside.

Whoever did this slipped in, grabbed her

and slipped out. None of the neighbors heard

or saw anything unusual, boss.

MPs are searching the area.

They're also checking every vehicle leaving the base.

You think she still might be on base?

It's possible.

Then we need to be out there looking for her.

If she's still on base, we'll find her.

Someone put a lot

effort into taking her away from your home

without alerting you, Sergeant.

There's a good chance she's not dead yet.

Yet?

God, why would someone do this?

Maybe for the same reason someone killed her friends.

You think I had something to do with this?

Sit down.

What happened at the Officers' Club, Sergeant?

It was nothing, okay?

Sun and Min go there all the time.

Yoon just drops them off.

This one time she went in and had a couple of drinks.

She couldn't drive home, so she called me.

Gibbs. At which point did you get into a verbal altercation

with the two Marine captains?

They were drunk, okay?

They were hitting on my wife.

They tried to stop me from taking her home.

What would you do, sir?

You think one of these captains

might have had something to do with this?

Look, we're wasting our time!

I'm telling you, I had nothing to do with this!

I know that.

Your alibi just checked out.

The sergeant was on duty at the time of the shootings.

So what now, sir?

Three Korean women met and married Marines in Seoul

at roughly the same time.

Two of them are dead.

Our prime suspect was locked up here

when the third went missing.

Think it's a racial thing?

No, definitely do not think that it's a hate crime.

In my experience, there's only one color in the Marines.

From what I've seen of your Marine Corps,

it's very ethnically diverse.

He means green, Ziva, and I think he's right.

You know, maybe it's a Korean thing.

Maybe something in their past.

Ooh, like some kind of blood feud--

competing villages,

ancient oaths,

revenge from across the ocean.

This is not one of your stupid action movies, Tony.

No, it isn't.

If it was, you'd be dressed differently.

And you'd be far better looking.

You'd be dead by the opening credits.

You ever stop to think

that maybe I am the plucky comic relief?

You find out what the hell happened

to Yoon Dawson yet?

"Plucky"?

Um, well...

Ziva and Tony and I...

We're just working on that, boss.

We're going through a list

of anyone suspicious who had access

to the base in the last two days.

So far, no solid leads.

What about the Marine captains Sergeant Dawson fought with?

Both transferred out of Quantico last month.

One is at Camp Pendleton, the other is in Okinawa.

The two dead women lived insular lives.

They spent most of their time together

or with other Koreans.

Yoon Dawson seems to be the only one who embraced American life.

Any reason to believe that Sergeant Porter

isn't still involved in this?

He could have had an accomplice, probie.

Could have had three, DiNozzo.

We need more information.

Actually, boss, Abby and I,

we have been working on something.

We gathered the women's phone records,

credit card receipts, address books.

Abby is cross-referencing to see if there's a pattern.

DiNozzo, I want to know about anybody in the area

who's made threats against Koreans,

foreign Marine wives or women. Oh, is that all?

On it, boss.

Find out about their lives

before they married Marines.

Come on.

You're with me, elf lord.

It's amazing how much you can find out about someone

without actually meeting them.

For instance, me and these three women

have absolutely nothing in common.

They web-browse for cake recipes,

gardening tips,

and Min Crane has some weird obsession

with stained glass.

That's not even mentioning their music downloads.

One word: Yanni.

Good point. Who cares?

Their schedules were pretty regulated.

On Wednesdays and Fridays

they trekked to Korea Town.

They would shop for a couple hours,

then they would have tea

at Lee's Neighborhood Market.

They alternated paying.

It was Sun Porter's turn, by the way.

Yeah, not exactly groundbreaking police work there.

She's not done yet, McGee.

Thank you, Gibbs.

Within the last month,

all three of them received regular phone calls

from a pay phone

located just outside Lee's Neighborhood Market.

It is owned and operated by Lee Sung.

He sells Korean delicacies,

fruits and vegetables,

and those cute little animee figurines with the funny faces.

Oh, I love those.

Um...

He also has a catering business, Lee's Delights.

It's authentic Korean food, very high-end.

All three women have worked

for him as hostesses, and they were scheduled

to work an event for him tomorrow afternoon.

How do you know?

Because Lee Sung e-mailed them the instructions.

It's a Korean diplomatic event

at the Pacific Rim Society.

Tell me I didn't just smack McGee for no good reason.

You didn't smack McGee for no good reason.

Last night, Yoon Dawson used her cell phone

to call the pay phone outside Lee's Market.

Two hours later, bam-- she's missing.

Why is this important?

Because someone is still using her cell phone

to call that pay phone.

Can we get a fix on the phone?

Negatory, McGee.

I know it's somewhere

in Annandale, Virginia, but they turn it off

before I can get an exact location.

The last phone call was an hour ago.

McGee, I want a tap on that damn pay phone.

Abby, I want to know who answers it. SYNC

That's good work, Abs.

Ow.

What was that for?

For mocking my groundbreaking police work.

I was not mocking your...

Won't happen again.

Damn, I can't believe this.

ZIVA: I don't really like

waiting here either, Tony.

No. Nick and Jessica broke up.

I'm always the last to know.

Hey, DiNozzo.

Shut up.

Shutting up, boss.

Probie, you getting this?

Yeah, got it, Tony.

It's Yoon Dawson's cell phone again, boss.

I want a location, McGee.

Whoever it is, they disabled the onboard GPS chip.

We're gonna have to do this the old-fashioned way.

Just take a moment to get a bead

on the cell phone grid it's interfacing with.

We got someone headed

to the phone, boss.

Want us to take him down now?

Negative.

Wait until we trace the call.

Okay, I've got the cell phone grid located.

It's coming from this neighborhood,

somewhere on this street.

You copy that, DiNozzo?

We're scanning for targets now,

a lot of possibles.

If you don't respond, I'm going to hang up.

Don't. I have information for you.

Wool cap, head down,

heading towards the pay phone.

Got him.

Drop your weapon!

Federal Agents! Move!

It's Yoon Dawson, boss!

She's rabbiting.

We're cutting her off, DiNozo.

She didn't pass us.

Well, where the hell did she go?

It's like she disappeared.

She didn't disappear.

It's her hat.

She climbed her way out.

If I am here, I answer the pay phone, Agent McGee.

Many people in this community are poor,

can't afford phone service.

So I take messages for them. You see?

It helps them and it is

good for my business when they come to pick up.

Boss, did you find her?

Yeah, McGee, she's hiding in my coffee cup.

Uh, we didn't find her.

Just give us one second please.

Has he calmed down yet?

Well, he's a little shaky, but I think he's ready to talk.

Min and Sun, they are dead?

It's my fault.

I take responsibility.

I try to help people new to this country.

Find jobs for them, get them training, classes,

sometimes even loan money.

You hired all three of them to work for your catering company?

I did.

I would notice when Yoon was tired, her accent would change.

Sometimes she would use words

not common in my country since the war.

Yoon-Sook Dawson wasn't South Korean.

I began to believe

that she was from the North.

Perhaps a spy?

Why didn't you go to the police?

Well, I couldn't be sure.

What if I was wrong?

I asked Min and Sun to find out where she grew up,

what schools she go to.

Then I check her answers and try to locate

relatives from Korea.

Nothing.

Who else knew you were checking up on her?

Just Min Crane, Sun Porter and myself.

She was trying to protect her cover.

She failed.

We're taking you into protective custody, Mr. Sung.

No.

I will not hide.

Mr. Sung, she could come back.

Let her.

I am ready this time.

I won't stop living my life because of people like her.

Sir, I really don't think that's a...

Mr. Sung, thank you for your help.

You think of anything else, you give me a call.

Yes, I will.

And please, thank your agents for me.

Boss, you're not really gonna let him just...

McGee, you know, the FBI does not exist solely to piss me off.

Sometimes, they can actually be useful.

Hey, Fornell.

I got one right up your jurisdiction.

Like my father always said,

be careful who you marry, Anthony,

she may end up being a homicidal maniac.

Your father actually said that to you?

No, but I'm pretty sure he thought it.

Probably he knew your taste in women.

Abby's got active taps

on Sergeant Dawson's cell, home and work phones, boss.

She calls her husband again, we'll know it. She won't.

The FBI team shadowing Mr. Sung

is tied directly into MTAC.

Their last report had him

loading up a catering truck for a job.

No sign of Yoon Dawson yet.

It's highly doubtful she'd make another attempt on his life.

We've got four agents providing surveillance

on Dawson's house...

She definitely won't be returning home.

And how do you know this, Officer David?

Because Yoon Dawson wouldn't.

Tell us what you would do.

If I was Yoon,

everything I've done up to this point was to protect my cover.

I dealt with the two possible threats on base and...

If by dealt you mean

gunning down two defenseless housewives.

And I attempted to deal with the third,

but my cover was blown.

I'm now only left with a few possibilities.

Egress back to your country.

Or, carry out whatever mission I was assigned

before I'm captured or killed. She's been

in the States for three years.

If you had a mission

wouldn't you have carried it out by now?

Not if I'm a sleeper, McGee.

She could be here for decades before being activated.

So tell us, Jane Bond, how do we track you down, huh?

You don't, Tony.

By now, I've changed my appearance,

I've replaced my identity

with backup documents, and I've relocated.

Promise?

Okay, so that about wraps it up.

Who's up for lunch?

You might want to think about this, boss,

'cause I'm gonna pay. No one's eating.

until we find Yoon Dawson.

Gibbs, not that Tony couldn't stand

to lose a little weight,

but we'd all starve to death

before that happened.

She's playing it like I would. She's gone.

There's one big difference

between the two of you, Ziva.

You don't have a baby girl.

Most likely part of her cover

or an occupational accident.

It's more than that.

How can you tell?

My gut.

Come on.

You're with me. Let's go.

Hey, Probie, let me ask you a question. Mm.

You don't think she was serious

about the whole losing a few pounds thing, do you?

You're gonna hit me if I tell you the truth?

No, man. We're buds.

Yeah.

My wife is not a spy, sir.

Her South Korean passport's a forgery.

It's not possible.

Okay, Yoon loves this country.

She knows more about it than I do.

She was trained to; it's called a honey trap.

Her assignment was to meet an eligible

serviceman, seduce him,

and gain access into this country.

Oh, yeah? Then why was she trying to convince me

to leave the Marine Corps and go back to college?

Most likely, you were not part of the assignment.

You were just a means to an end.

Listen, okay, I've lived with her for five years.

She's the mother of my child, for God's sake!

I'm telling you, there's no way.

Wha-What's this?

Your wife.

No. That-That can't be real.

It's real.

Min Crane and Sun Porter?

She killed them?

Oh, my God.

Has she tried to contact you?

No.

She's a foreign agent, Marine.

You lie about this, it's treason.

She hasn't. She hasn't tried to contact me, sir.

Okay. We think she might.

If she does, and you confront her,

she'll most likely kill you.

I just... I just can't believe this.

Go ahead.

Hello?

It's me, James.

Yoon, what the hell is going on?

NCIS is here,

and they're telling me all sorts of things.

Don't speak.

Just listen to me, okay?

You need to come home now.

It's too late for that.

I've done things, terrible things.

I don't care, all right?

Just tell me where you are, and I'll come and get you.

There's one more thing that I need to do.

I don't have a choice.

I never had a choice.

Just tell me why.

Please, sweetheart.

No matter what they say,

what they tell you about me,

know that I loved you with all my heart.

That it was for real.

And tell Rebecca...

tell her Mommy is sorry for this, all of it.

This is insane.

Yoon, you-you can't...

I love you both so much more than you can imagine,

but I can't let it happen.

Yoon, don't-don't-don't...

Yoon, don't hang up.

I got her, Tony!

She's at a pay phone in Annandale, Virginia.

The corner of Raven Road and Lancaster Drive.

Way to go, Abs.

It's kind of a weird place to be hiding out.

There's nothing there except country clubs.

Lee Sung's catering job.

The Pacific Rim Society.

It's in Annandale.

Either that's a coincidence,

or she really, really wants to kill this guy.

I don't believe in coincidence.

No. No, Yoon.

Where is it, Lee Sung?!

Have you no honor left, woman?

More than you.

Scream...

and I kill you.

Found out why the FBI isn't responding, boss.

She's definitely here.

Keep looking, DiNozzo.

I'm right behind you.

I will kill you if you don't answer this time.

Where?!

In-In the truck.

Drop the weapon.

There's a bomb set to go off in this building.

If you kill me now, we all die.

Put your weapon down.

I was a North Korean operative.

We kind of figured that part out on our own.

The part that

you don't know is that my cell included Sun Porter,

Min Crane,

and this man. She's lying.

I swear on the life of my daughter

that I'm trying to prevent this attack.

And I swear, if you don't release your weapon,

I will kill you.

The bomb is in his truck.

Please.

We may have only minutes left.

Now do you believe me?

Can you disarm it?

If I had a couple of days, maybe. You?

I could try.

But I suggest not standing

within five miles of here while I attempt it.

I can.

She put it there.

She's trying to kill us all.

They're evacuating the building, boss.

And, the, uh... Oh.

That's a really big bomb.

You think, DiNozzo?

I didn't kill them to maintain my cover, Agent Gibbs.

I did it to keep my family.

I failed.

She's a North Korean spy!

Not anymore.

At least let me prevent this.

McGee, get Sung out of here.

Get the cuffs off her. Gibbs?!

This isn't a debate, Officer David! Go! Let's go, come on.

GIBBS: Go on! Get out of here, all of you.

Get to clear distance away. I'll handle it from here.

I don't care how hard you whack me, boss.

I'm not going anywhere. Nor am I.

If we survive this, you're both fired.

It's supposed to do that, right?

It's done.

The bomb is no longer armed.

So, what happens now, sir?

The FBI will take her into custody,

Sergeant.

And then prison?

Your wife is an agent of a hostile power.

It all depends on what kind of deal she can make.

She was also responsible for bringing down an entire

North Korean cell and saving hundreds of lives, Sergeant.

I'm sure that will be take into consideration.

Right, Officer David?

Yes, of course.

Her knowledge of the inner workings

of North Korean intelligence

should prove to be invaluable.

Guys, give her a minute.

I'm...

so sorry.

I was trying to do the right thing.

Everything you said to me on the phone?

I believe it, Yoon.

I'll always believe it, no matter what happens.

Come here.

It's okay.

I'm so sorry.

I know.

Let's go.

Yeah, Tony, Ziva,

what happened back there with the bomb--

I want you both to know...

You don't have to say it, boss.

We know how you feel about us.

Gibbs, we're a team.

That's what we do.

I was going to say, if either one

of you two wing nuts ever disobey

a direct order again, I'll kill you myself.

That's our boss.