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Hey.

Oh, damn.
You scared me.

Thought you might be the girls.

- Theyre not here yet?
- No.

No, but they will be.

Man, I knew theyd blow us off.

Nobodys blowing us off.

If the girls said theyre
coming, theyre coming.

- Dont worry.
- Youre sure no ones home?

Yeah. Yeah, Ive been scouting
this yard for days.

- All right, the guy must be out of town.
- I hope so.

Uh, how hots his tub?

Uh, he keeps it at 102.

Think maybe thats too hot?

Not for me.

Hell with it.
Right?

Yeah.

Ready?

*NCIS*
Season 16 Episode 02

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Episode Title: "Love Thy Neighbor"

Think I got everything
you asked for.

Your notebooks, spare keys,

and a PalmPilot?

Thats a little embarrassing.

There are a few old numbers
that I have yet to transfer.

- Thank you, Jack.
- Uh-huh.

You dont want to stick around?

No. Im gonna spend every
second of my admin leave

with my kids.

Amen to that.

- How you holding up?
- Im okay.

Considering. How about you?

Best Ive been in months, so...

And amen to that. Mm.

Morning.

- What up, my dude?
- Hey, morning.

Sure you dont want
to just say hello?

No, not today.

I, um...

Oh, come on, no.

Oh, man.

Although things do seem
to be back to normal.

I stepped on
my favorite shades.

Are you serious?

Normal. Right. Right.

Keep holding down the
fort, Jack, thank you.

Oh, man.

How could I be so stupid?

Youre not stupid.

Accidents happen.
Theyre just sunglasses.

Theyre not just sunglasses.

Well, Im sure you can fix em.
Or, you know, buy another pair.

There is no other pair, McGee.

Theyre just so cool, you know?
They...

they fit my perfectly
symmetrical face so right.

- Okay, then.
- Okay, nothing.

Got a dead body in Springfield.

Stupid boots.

You gonna be okay?

Perfect.

You heard him.

Hes perfect. Perfect.

Got it. Uh, sure, thank you.

Thank you. Couple of teens

from the next cul-de-sac over

found the body just
after midnight.

No ID yet, but the
house is being rented

to a Navy Lieutenant Davis Mooney.

And, um, apparently its
pretty ugly in there.

Like we havent seen ugly.

No, ugly never smelled like that.
Mm-mm.

Hey, didnt we have
another hot tub call

about ten years ago? Gah.

Mm-mm. Forget that gurney.

- I am gonna need buckets.
- Torres,

Check the house. Bishop,
McGee, see who knows what.

Ugh, okay.

That poor, sweet man.

He only moved in a
month or two ago.

So you didnt know him well?

Well...

not for lack of trying.

As a fellow divorcée, you know,

I tried to make him feel welcome.

But he kept to himself mostly...
sadly.

Ive lived here a long time.

Never seen anything like it.

First the burglary at the
Reynolds place, and now this?

Whats the neighborhood coming to?

Down the toilet, Id say.

At least put some pants on, Edgar.

Okay, so it was your house

that was burglarized
two weeks ago?

Yeah. It was Gary who
called the police.

We werent even home at the time.

Mm. No, but just think
if we had been.

Cause that couldve been us.

I wish we could be
more help, but, um...

- we got a game.
- Well, appreciate your time.

If you can think of anything
else, give us a call.

Appreciate your time.

- Thank you.
- Dont mention it.

If you can think of
anything else...

Thank you.

Thank you... give us a call.

Agent Gibbs, Im gonna
need some help back here.

Why are you
giving me gloves?

What? Are you out
of your damn mind?

This is too disgusting to
be doing in broad daylight.

Im not even sure its
gonna work, anyway.

Palmer, how long has
he been in there?

Hard to say, Agent Gibbs.

I mean, a submerged
body is one thing,

but, uh, the-the timer
came on each night

and turned on the
Jacuzzi and the heater,

which only accelerated the decomp.

Yeah, thats what it smells like.

Check this out.

This is a Navy ring.

Has the initials D.M.

- As in Davis Mooney.
- Well, thats a tentative ID

Until I get him back to autopsy.

- I wonder what else is down there.
- Theres a lot of chunks

Floating around down there,
I can tell you that.

Did you

have

- to tell me that?
- Yeah, thats way more than I needed.

- Yeah, me, too.
- Me, three.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Wheres everybody going?

Well, it was definitely a robbery,

so, uh, I was gonna keep
searching the house.

Uh, and I was gonna go help him.

And I was gonna go maybe
throw up a little bit.

Torres, go finish up inside.

McGee, you got to throw
up, go throw up.

Bishop, call the evidence garage.

- Get a flatbed down here.
- Flatbed truck?

- A flatbed truck with a crane.
- For one body?

- And the tub. Were taking the tub back.
- Im sorry.

The whole tub?

Do you know what that must weigh?

Uh, tubs, what, 500 pounds?

- Waters eight pounds a gallon.
- Yeah, its a lot of water.

- Its a lot of evidence.
- Boss...

McGee...

would you rather dig through
the chum with Palmer?

- Hey, uh, Nick, do you know if we...?
- Dont touch me.

- Im not touching, Im talking.
- Dont talk.

Dont even breathe.

I think this might actually work.

Give me an update.

Can I breathe now?

Superglue, my ass.

Please dont.

ID is still preliminary,

but we believe the victim

is Lieutenant Davis Mooney.

35 years old. Recently divorced.
No kids.

Active duty since 09

and now a public affairs
officer and part-time writer

- for the - Navy Herald.
- Motive?

Robbery gone wrong.
His place was tossed.

The power cords left
behind indicate that...

Indicate what, Torres?

That Mooneys, uh,
laptop was taken.

As well as a home
surveillance DVR.

Same with the previous
break-in at the Reynolds.

- Their nanny cam was stolen, as well.
- Yeah.

Whoever robbed these
houses, definitely a pro.

- And now a murderer.
- Find the ex-wife.

- Talk to the
- Navy Herald.

Glue boy, try turpentine.

Oh, great. Whos got turpentine?

Ive got nail polish remover.

Ooh, I do, too.

Would that work?

This has got to be a first.

Perhaps for you, dear Kasie,

but... uh, it is our second
hot tub-related death

in recent memory.

Uh, trust me, Doctor.

This one? Nothing like the first.

Ooh, okay. I have to admit
to some morbid curiosity.

I mean, word gets around

about the most
disgusting body find

in NCIS history, a
girls got to see it.

I should really refer you

to the most notorious
of our cases,

The Meat Puzzle.

Yes, I found it truly fascinating.

Others,
utterly revolting.

Yeah, and with a name
like Meat Puzzle,

I dont even want to a...

My God.

Its a slow cooker.

I think we did a great job
getting it here so neatly.

Yeah, in a manner of speaking.

This is worse than
The Meat Puzzle.

What it is, is one big,
disgusting crime scene.

Huh? I mean, look at this.
Theres clues inside and out.

Might I suggest, Doctor, that
we start by removing the body?

Hmm, and then drain and strain
the water for the smaller bits?

Oh, yeah, then we can
take the tub apart

and check the filter.

You know, it might be easier

if we harvest the
larger pieces by hand.

You know what? Im, um...

Im gonna go dig up
those strainers.

And maybe a gas mask.

You really had to say "harvest"?

Yeah.

- Hey. So, the editor at the
- Navy Herald

Was lovely but not much help.

Mooney was a good guy
and a great writer,

but she hadnt seen him

since he took leave last
month to focus on his book.

- What book?
- Again, no details.

And theres no
files for us to check?

No, not at their office.

Apparently, he worked
strictly from his laptop.

The laptop we dont have.

But the killer now does.

Special Agent McGee.

All right, thank you.
Thank you very much.

Ive tracked down Mooneys
ex-wife through her church.

- They said she was in Puerto Rico.
- Yes.

- And who said that tape would work?
- Theyre sunglasses.

Why are you still
beating yourself up?

Do you have anyone
else I could beat up?

Okay.

So, Mooneys ex-wife.
Puerto Rico?

Shes on a relief mission,
but shes in an area

that still has no electricity.

But the church is gonna get
the message to her now.

Well, that was interesting.

So, one of the neighbors, Loni,

Suddenly has a theory
about the murder.

I had a feeling about
those neighbors.

Well, so does Loni, apparently.
She insisted

I not let the others
know she called.

"Dont tell the other neighbors."

Thats what she said.

What? Uh, no.

Thats what Kenna
Reynolds just texted me.

The soccer mom.
She wants to talk.

Oh, this is getting good.

Two new witnesses,
just like that.

Make that three?

I didnt give out any of my cards.

Oh, I did. Sorry. Ran out of mine.

Special Agent Torres.

Well, so much for us not
telling the neighbors.

All right, how are we gonna
do this thing again?

Well, I guess lets
divide and conquer

and compare notes after.

- Ooh.
- Oh, yeah.

Huh.

Now its a block party.

Which one called you, Gibbs?

- Not one. Three.
- Suddenly, the whole neighborhoods

- got a story to tell.
- A dynamic

I just couldnt resist.

- And what dynamic is that?
- Cul-de-sacs

Are a psychological gold mine...

Test labs for tribal behaviors,

complete with alliances,
betrayals, intrigue.

Sounds more like one of
those survival shows.

Uh... guys.

I think this show

already started.

Nothing creepy about this at all.

Are you the jealous
type, Agent McGee?

Uh... no. Uh, why dont we...?

Because I might know who is.

Those soccer parents
across the way?

Shh. Dont look.

Just between us,

I saw Kenna making eyes at the
new neighbor a few weeks back,

and it seems to me, if Dan
is the jealous type...

Are you suggesting that Dan
killed Lieutenant Mooney?

No. No.

Im not suggesting anything.

Thats...

Its just that people are
complicated, you know?

Well, just pick
anybody on the block.

That nosy neighbor Gary... he
never liked Mooney, either.

- Why is that?
- Now, dont...

Dont look.

I dont know exactly.

Something in his quiet demeanor
that just made Gary crazy.

Much the way that your...
brooding masculinity

is making me a little short
of breath and light-headed.

Loni, do you have any
actual information?

Is that a wedding band?

Poor, lonely Loni.

I just knew she had a
thing for that Navy man.

How much of a thing?

- Nothing too
- Fatal Attraction.

But as another
strong, silent type,

you might want to
steer clear of her.

And you said you
witnessed the murder?

Not exactly.

But I did witness the Reynolds
burglary two weeks ago,

and its got to be the
same guy, right?

Dan and Kenna were
out with the kids

at some game or practice
or whatever they do,

while Darrin Stephens and I

were making our usual
Neighborhood Watch rounds,

when all of a sudden, we
saw a flashlight beam

bouncing around
inside their windows.

Darrin Stephens?
Wasnt that the name

- of the husband on
- Bewitched?

The first Darrin, yes.

Not that goofy second one.

Anyway, just as I was calling 911,

this man suddenly ran
out their side door,

hopped their backyard fence, and
disappeared into the night.

Did you or Darrin Stephens get a
good look at this guy or not?

Not his face, but his form.

Tall, trim, athletic.

Cant say who it was exactly,
but I have some ideas.

How much time do you both have?

I couldnt say this earlier,

but... you should know that
our neighbors are...

oh, shall we say a tad colorful?

Yeah, thats
one way of putting it.

How colorful are we talking?

Look, um, were grateful
that Gary was, you know,

watching our house, but its like

no one can make a move around here

without someone commenting.

More of a balance would
be nice, you know,

between friendliness and folks
minding their business.

So, do you guys have
any new information?

Well...

its not new, and I hate
to say it, but Edgar...

Bathrobe guy... you
know, as you may

have guessed... hes
not a good neighbor.

Doesnt make him a killer, babe.

No. Did I say that he was?

- No, you didnt say it.
- You said

You had new information, Edgar.

That dont sound like
new information.

You want new, agent?

I think Mooney was
up to something.

Really? Why is that?

The way hed always
be looking around

and real sneaky-like.

Like when hed take out his
garbage or mow his lawn.

Oh, is that two activities
you have no concept of?

Why you got to be so rude?

Rude?! You know whats rude?

Your car, your garage,

this lawn. Thats rude.

Your neighbors keep their lawns
nice and clean. So should you.

Torres?

The social contract...
they clean, you clean.

Torres, now.

Put some clothes on.

Nobody want to see that.

Seems all they want

- to do is point fingers.
- Yeah, Kenna Reynolds

Wasnt kidding. That is
one wacky cul-de-sac.

Oh, wacky or increasingly common?

I wouldnt go that far, but...

Uh, should I get it?
Where is Nick?

Hes in the doghouse with Ducky.

So, anyway,

neighbors acting less
than neighborly end up

with no shortage of false
assumptions about each another.

Uh, its Mooneys ex-wife.

Flying back from Puerto
Rico, changing planes

- in Miami now.
- I can patch her through to MTAC.

Okay. Lets go.

Got you.

We found a tattoo on his arm

that helped confirm
the lieutenants ID.

And based on the size
of these fly larvae,

Id put time of death
at about two weeks.

With this level of decomposition,

the cause of death will be
difficult to determine.

Right. Of course.

Are you all right, Nick?

After seeing that, not especially.
Here.

Take a seat. Sit down.

You, uh, walk around with that
thing in your pocket all day?

Since my myocardial
infarction, absolutely.

Look, I know Gibbs thinks that
theres something up with me,

- but Im fine, really.
- Mm-hmm.

What?

You do look a tad pallid.

Oh, be quiet, Palmer.

- Whats "pallid"?
- Pallid... pale, devoid of sparkle.

But I think youre plenty sparkly.

Yes, well, this isnt
sparkly, Kasie.

This is 140/90.

Is that, uh, high or something?

For a man in your
physical condition, yes.

What I prescribe for you,
young man, is a rest.

- Ducky, rest? Oh, no, man.
- Mm-hmm.

I was thinking more
like a night out.

You know, blow off some steam,

get a couple of beers.

I dont know about that.

I do.

You do what?

Remember, Doctor?

I wa... I was just
telling you that

while Breena and Victoria
are out of town,

I could really
use a night out.

You know?

Cut loose.

Oh, yes. Loose.

Indeed.

Now, Nick, I dont know about beer,

but... how do you feel about wine?

Holy cause of death,

Batman!

Could this be our culprit?

Id been planning to fly home
to see Davis next week.

We only split up six months ago.

I missed him.

What broke you up, Mrs. Mooney?

Typical stuff.

No communication.

Mostly when it came to his book.

Its all he could think of,

but God forbid hed
discuss it with me.

For my own protection, hed say.

What was his book about?

Its all in there in-in his laptop.

Didnt you find it?

No, it was taken
during the robbery.

Oh, no.

I warned him.

You warned him?

I dont think that was a robbery.

He must have been
getting too close.

Too close to what?

My husband was writing about
this string of unsolved murders

by a killer they
called The Dentist.

I remember that case. It was
from several years back.

But it was like
yesterday to Davis.

His own cousin was
one of the victims.

Flight 721
to Dulles International Airport.

And thats my connecting flight.

I got to go.

Oh, you go ahead.

Well check in with
you again tomorrow.

The Dentist?

He claimed nine victims

throughout the Northeast
over a six-year span.

Last murder was seven years ago.

And I didnt realize they
never caught the guy.

Lieutenant Mooneys cousin
Pamela was victim number five.

She was found stabbed
to death in a quarry

in Erie, Pennsylvania, 2009.

Which would make his
book very personal.

They found a
possible murder weapon...

A tip of a box cutter.

Kasies processing it now.

Dentist use a box cutter?

His M.O. ran the gamut.

Stabbing, shooting, strangulation.

- Did you say "Dentist"?
- Yup.

Named by authorities due
to his signature move...

Taking a tooth from each of
his victims as a trophy.

Yeah, Ill catch you up, Nick.

By tomorrow morning, were all
gonna catch up.

Every clue, every
suspect, every detail.

You ready to tear
up the town, Nick?

- Cannot wait.
- Hold on. What are you two gonna tear up?

Agent Torres and I
are just headed out

to blow off a little
steam, you know?

Just us dudes.

Duckys orders, Gibbs.
Its all good.

Yeah.

I mean, how much trouble
could they get into, right?

So, uh, Jimmy,

this is you, huh?

This is, uh, you
tearing up the town?

Look, man, I call this relaxing,

therapeutic, creative.

And you have to admit,

the wine is pretty good.

Wow.

God, this is what
marriage does to you.

Yeah. Isnt it great?

Yup. But look at your apple.

I mean, that thing... that looks
good enough to eat, man.

Uh, Myrna, I need
a refill.

This aint no saloon, pal.

Yeah, you can say that again.

Aint no cantina, either.

Great texture-building on
both paintings, gentlemen.

Very nice.

Ah, shucks, Myrna. Its the
wine doing all the painting.

I am merely along for the ride.

Oh, brother.

Well, you two are natural artists.

Nothing natural about em.

Hey, yo.

I like to laugh.

Whats so funny over there?

We aint talking to you... amigo.

Oh, now its, uh, "amigo"?

Hey, it means "friend," dont it?

Not the way you say it.

Nick, just... let it go.

Yeah, Nick, let it go.

Listen to
your boyfriend, Nick.

You might live longer.

Boyfriend?

Look, its... We-we get it.

Its funny.

They think that were a
couple, and its-its...

You dont want to
know what I think.

Okay, for your information...

Jimmy.

So, um,

what if we are a couple?

What business is it to you?

Yeah, thats right.

Whats it to you?

Gentlemen, please.

No, Myrna, no worries.

Cause were gonna
take this outside.

Outside where you can run?

Or you girls
could just run along.

- The only place were running to...
- Is right over you.

Gentlemen, lets
all stay calm now.

All right!

Throw me that.

Enough!

Im gonna rip your head off.

Butterfly, bee.

Assault, destruction of property.

What are you gonna tell Breena?

Tell her we had no choice.

No, we had a choice.

That was dumb.

Or maybe this is
just what we needed.

Oh, Agent Gibbs.

Hey, thanks for coming to get us.

Did we get you up?

Its 3:00 a.m.
in the morning.

Of course we did.

Gosh, I-Im sorry about that,

but, uh, youd have
done the same thing.

- These guys...
- Go home, Palmer.

Get some sleep.

Sleep? Right.

Like thats possible.

Hey, um, dont be mad at Jimmy.

Get your act together.

Okay.

- I screwed up.
- No, not okay.

Guys with your skill set
cant get in bar fights.

- It was not a bar.
- Stop.

Well talk in the morning.

You got arrested for fighting?

At a painting workshop?

What? Did it make
the morning news?

No, no. Palmer got here
early to share the details.

Look, he even brought doughnuts.

Oh, wow.

Ive created a monster.

I dont know. Palmer said
the guys you fought

were the real monsters.

More like dinosaurs, but still.

Nick.

Seriously, you okay?

Im fine. This is nothing.

Update.

Look, uh, Gibbs, uh...

No. Not now. Update.

So, I, uh, researched
The Dentists last victim.

Murdered seven years ago in
Rehoboth Beach, Delaware,

which led police to a suspect,

Lewis Dacey, childhood
friend of the victim.

Now, police worked to
build a case against him,

but no charges could
ever be filed.

Now, the name sounded
familiar to me,

so I went through Mooneys
phone records again.

Turns out just two weeks
ago, Mooney placed a call

to an L. Dacey in
Towson, Maryland.

Well, no such thing
as a coincidence.

And what were you doing while
they were figuring all this out?

Okay, I got it. Get Dacey in here.

Look, uh, Gibbs, I
sincerely apologize.

So, uh, can we have the talk now?

- No. We are not having a talk.
- Were not?

Uh, Agent Torres.

Good morning.

Come on up... Ooh.

Grab me a sprinkle
doughnut if you dont mind.

Bye-bye.

This is crazy.

Sloane, I already said Im sorry.

Come on, Nick.

We all saw you last night
planning to tear up the town.

Was it a fight you
were looking for?

No, that fight found us.

Of course.

You found each other.

And now youre just apologizing

because you dont want
to talk about it.

Dont be passing
judgment over here.

I recall a little bar fight that
you got into not too long ago.

One, Im not judging.

Two, that was definitely
apples and oranges.

And three, it kind of makes
me uniquely qualified

to ask whats really bugging you.

Fine.

You know what Im really
sick and tired of?

Hmm? Why are people so damn mean?

Petty.

From those neighbors
in their cul-de-sac

to those clowns last night,

everyone just seems to be...
angrier.

And saying terrible things
that theyve never said before.

Fear and anxiety are
at an all-time high.

Between politics and
social media...

Why cant people just be
nicer to each other?

Like you were last night.

Oh, yeah, well, not
to those idiots.

As much as wed all like to,
we cant just go around

punching people into being nicer.

Why not?

I can be like the...

the kindness bully.

But first maybe try to be a
little kinder to yourself.

Because, usually,

underneath that sort
of anger and rage,

is a lot of pain. I know.

Whatever.

- Dont blow me off.
- Im not blowing you off,

But youre just getting
all touchy-feely.

I know theres something
deeper going on.

No.
There is not.

I got into a fight, that is it.

Stop trying to make it into
something that it isnt.

If you dont like it,
just send me home.

Fine. Go home.

You cant send me home.

Oh, I believe I just did.

- Sloane cannot send me home.
- Oh, yeah.

She can. So can I.

Gibbs.

You got arrested, Nick.

Its not nothing.

You dont want to
talk to Jack, fine.

Go home.

I was hoping you had good news.

Like you caught The Dentist?

Well, maybe we have.

And the nightmare continues.

This thing has ruined
my life, you know.

Dental school dropout,

childhood friend of
the last victim.

Thats all they had.

But accused is as
good as convicted.

Hard to scrub "suspected serial
killer" from my profile.

This has cost me
girlfriends, bank loans,

my job.

Lets talk about this man.

Mooney.

- What about him?
- He called you

- About two weeks ago?
- Yeah.

Never thought Id be happy
to hear from that guy.

You had several conversations

with him over the last year or so.

Interviews for his book.

But unlike this last call,
he wasnt buying my story

- back then.
- Your story?

He always talked
to me like I was guilty.

Like I was The Dentist.

And this last call?

I got an apology.

Said he finally believed me.

I cant tell you what a relief it
is to have just one person...

Im sorry.

Why now?

I mean, what do you
think changed his mind?

Mooney was sure he was closing
in on the real killer.

He told me he moved to, uh,
some neighborhood recently

where he thought the real Dentist

was living a whole new life.

Did he say who it was?

He wouldnt.

No, but-but he said
he was getting close.

But why ask me?

Wh-What does Mooney
have to say about this?

Well, hes not your man, Jethro.

Either Daceys
one hell of a liar...

He couldnt be.

What are the chances
we all believed him?

Especially amongst
this cast of oddballs.

Not one of them looks
like a serial killer.

What does a serial
killer look like?

Excuse me, agents.

I didnt know where else to go.

Uh, Mrs. Mooney, we
would have come to you.

This couldnt wait.

When I got home, I started
going through old mail,

and found this from Davis.

Postmarked two weeks ago.

He knew Id been planning
to fly home, so...

"Welcome home. Please hold
on to this for safekeeping.

Ill explain when I see you."

Hold on to what?

Whats in there?

I was hoping you could tell me.

Cant quite describe it myself.

Okay.

Small wooden box.

Kind of pretty.

Not so pretty.

Even before we get DNA results,

Im willing to bet almost
anything, these came

- from nine different people.
- And whoever The Dentist is,

This box is like his Holy Grail.

What was Mooney doing with it?

What if he was The
Dentist all along,

just writing the book to throw
everyone off his trail?

Not bad, but why would
he write it now?

Oh, yeah, true. After
all these years.

My money is still
on Bathrobe Edgar.

Its like he wants to stand out,

begging to-to be caught.

Am I right?

His last kill, how many
years ago was that?

- Seven.
- Okay, a serial killer...

What would it take to make

a serial killer stop cold
turkey, just like that?

Most case studies point
to a change in lifestyle:

death, illness, new environment.

- Marriage?
- Definitely marriage.

- Kids.
- Even more so.

How old are Reynolds kids?

His oldest is... seven.

Parenthood.

They say it changes everything.

The soccer dad? Seriously?

I thought it was crazy, too,
until we ran a background.

Victim number two.

Supermarket cashier in
Cortland, New York.

And guess who was a grad student
at nearby Ithaca that same year.

Victim number four,
truck driver found dead

- in Killington, Vermont.
- Where Reynolds was working

as a ski instructor
that very same winter.

So, just a few things
we want to clear up

about the burglary at your home.

You had to bring me in for this?

Its in the police report.

Its more about
Lieutenant Mooneys murder.

We narrowed down his time
of death to the day after

your place was robbed.

Which, again, is why Im glad
we werent home at the time.

Obviously, Mooney wasnt so lucky.

You were both at soccer practice?

Just Kenna.

And it was a game.

I was in New York on business.

That right?

Trade convention. Im in sales.

I was there the whole week.

And what is that?

We think it was Mooney who
broke into your house.

Its what he came out with.

What?

In order to prove that you were
once known as The Dentist.

Dentist?

Okay, you lost me.

I just said I was in sales.

The Dentist pulled these teeth

from nine victims
over seven years ago.

May I...

have a glass of water?

These teeth...

they make you thirsty?

Sickened.

By the sight of them

and the idea that you somehow
think Im responsible.

Cool as a cucumber.

A psychotic cucumber.

I think maybe you need a lawyer?

Why?

Ive never seen

these disgusting things.

Now were talking.

And is this the part

where you stab me?

You know, maybe
I do need a lawyer.

Well need some DNA.

Get a court order.

Oh, we intend to.

And we will be checking
on your New York trip

while you stay right here.

Professional opinion?

Of him or you?

Guys got one hell of a poker face.

All the best ones do,

but, uh, his is, like,
way off the charts.

Hey. You could have warned me.

Eh.

So...

what do you think?

He seems very sure of himself.

Or is he just playing with us?

Name, number.

Ill call you back.

Okay, Nick. Message number three.

Call me back. Let
me know youre okay.

Oh, hey.

- Reynoldss alibi?
- Credit cards.

Flight itinerary. Hotel receipts.

They all put him in New York
when Mooney was killed.

Doesnt mean
hes not The Dentist.

New Yorks only a five-hour drive.

- Plus, that thing with his teeth?
- Yes.

The teeth.

Lieutenant Mooneys skull

has a full complement. Therefore,

his killer did not share

The Dentists penchant
for extraction.

Then it wasnt The Dentist?

No other evidence in the tub?

Well, apart from the
box cutter blade,

theres a small accumulation
of particles in the drain.

Dr. Palmer is assisting Kasie
with them as we speak.

From the very first
punch, Kasie, I swear,

an adrenaline kicked in
like Ive never felt before.

Not even on the ledge last year?

Duckys book. Chapter six.

It was more like a,
like a profound satisfaction

and a deep regret crashing
together in my gut

- at the exact same time.
- Oh, like me

and a pint of mint chip.

Its like that but, um,
with legal consequences.

Hmm.

You want to see my mug shot?

Ooh.

Youre the last hope, Kase.

Agent Gibbs.

"Boom Boom" Palmer.

I... look, go easy on
Torres, all right?

Now, those guys really
had it coming...

Sometimes hate deserves
a punch in the mouth.

Yeah. Dont do it again.

- Never.
- What about the box cutter?

Nada. A two-week soak in the tub

erased any prints or DNA

that wasnt Lieutenant Mooneys.

Oh, but theres our paint chip.

- What paint chip?
- Oh,

its, uh, among the particles

Jimmy scraped out of
the hot tub drain.

Its almost microscopic,
but as you can see,

its a deep shade of purple.

Oh, wow, thats weird.

Whats weird?

Its chemical breakdown.
Butyl acetate...

nitrocellulose?

Thats not a paint chip at all.

Well, what is it?

Ay-ay-ay.

Some things just never
get clean, do they?

You have no right to hold Dan.

Hes done nothing wrong.

Yeah, at first, we
didnt know for sure.

Since he was in such
close proximity

to two of the victims.

Turns out someone else was, too.

What are you talking about?

Your neighbor broke into your
house, looking for something.

Its the first thing that you
checked on when you got home.

Second thing you did
is hide the nanny cam,

so you could check it out
later, after the cops left.

And then, when you saw
that it was Mooney

who took your prized collection,

you waited until
he was vulnerable.

- In a hot tub.
- Yep.

Where you took him
out, only to find

he no longer had your teeth.

Is that why you didnt
take his teeth?

Smart move, by the way.

Takes a lot of impulse control.

This is insane. What... teeth?

What prize collection?

The one we ran for DNA,

still matching the victims teeth

and eventually the box to you.

To me?

Yeah.

One little speck...
of purple nail polish.

Gotcha.

He was gonna ruin everything.

I got past all that...

a long time ago.

I have everything I need now.

A great husband and
beautiful kids.

And some really bad old habits.

I was living a good life here.

Until that...

reporter

found me!

I just couldnt let
him take it away.

Hmm.

You have no right.

You know, you never really hear
about female serial killers.

Actually, I looked it up.

Turns out that one
in six are female.

- Really?
- Huh.

So its not rare at all.

What could have made her do it?

Well have to read Mooneys book.

Apparently, his ex-wife
is finishing it.

You know, I keep going
back to soccer dad.

How could he not have known?

Were all occasionally guilty
of only seeing things

we want to see.

Love is blind.

Hmm. Indeed it is.

Okay. On that note,
I am out

for a Scotch and a shower.

Ah, youre not kidding.

Or we can do wine
and some painting.

Ah.

Hey.

You hear from Torres?

Uh, no.

- No, and McGees been calling him, too.
- All right.

Ill stop by his place
on my way home.

Thanks, Gibbs.

Nick?

You catch the bad guy?

What the hell are you doing here?

You dont answer my calls?

You gonna answer my question?
Yeah.

We caught the bad guy.

Am I still fired?

No. What? You were never fired.

You were just sent home.

Gibbs cares about you.
You know that, right?

I couldnt fix em.

Fix what?

Oh, my God. What...

is it with those things?

They were a gift.

Oh.

From Reeves.

He was wearing them
one day to the gym,

and I was like,
"Hey, cool shades,"

but I really didnt like him.

I was just being sarcastic.

The next morning they
were on my desk.

He bought you a pair?

He gave me his.

Yeah, well, he was kind.

The kindest.

Ellie.

I miss my buddy.

Me, too.

Come on, lets get inside.

Come on.

Here. You...

- You good?
- Yeah.

Okay.

Oh... lets get you some coffee.

Okay. I mean,
how many did you have?

How many do you want to have?

No, I wont... okay,
you just go in there.