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Near miss. Near miss.

Target not acquired.
Taking fire.

Near miss.
Taking fire. Reload.

Dude, you so suck.

This machine sucks,
it's impossible!

You're hit. Game over.

Enter fifty cents to continue.

No way, you still owe me
three bucks for the tacos.

Screw it, y'know what?
The damn thing's rigged anyways.

Kill shot. Kill shot.

Target destroyed.

Kill shot. Kill shot. Kill shot.

Bonus level.

Kill shot. Kill shot. Kill shot.

High score.

Mission accomplished.
You are the new high score.

So you're telling me,
we sign up now,

you can guarantee us
we go to Hawaii?

Let's just say,
you sign an open contract,

I will bust my ass to get you
any duty station you want.

- Hawaii, Italy, Spain...
- Iraq?

I ain't gonna lie to you boys.
Iraq might be a problem.

What with boot camp, SOI,
follow-on schools,

we're talking over a year
and a half of training.

Iraq will be pretty much over
by the time you boys graduate.

Sorry.

You were talking about
wanting to go there, right?

Yeah.
Yeah, sure.

The truth is, most Marines
don't see combat.

I mean, look at me.
Been in the Corps sixteen years.

The closest
I've ever come to a bullet is...

NCIS
Season 01 Episode 13

"One Shot, One Kill"
== resynced by Brach_Movic aka GilangPC ==

All right.

So, what happened next?

If it's any consolation, Gibbs,

Gunnery Sergeant Alvarez's
death was almost instantaneous.

His CO's on the way down here,
Duck, can we move him yet?

We can't put him on the gurney
until we take pictures,

and Gerald has the camera and
he's nowhere to be found.

Can we hurry it up?

I don't think Gunnery Sergeant Alvarez
would appreciate being seen like this.

You knew the man?
Nope.

Well, if it's any consolation, Gunny,
Gibbs is the absolute best we got.

My assistant, on the other hand..
excuse me..

yeah, well that's
the problem today, isn't it?

Yeah, the so-called advances
of the internet generation.

With their MP3 players,
their iPods, their video games.

Spinning themselves
into a self-induced state

of Attention Deficit Disorder.

Barely absorbing one
cluster of information

before the next
one strikes their fancy.

DiNozzo, where's my bullet?

Hopefully in this box
or the wall behind it.

Got your knife on you, boss?

Rule number nine.

Never go anywhere
without a knife.

You sure about that?

I thought nine was never ask
a girl her weight on the first date.

Well, that depends entirely on whether
you want a second one or not, Tony.

Whatta you got, Kate?

Well, the kids can't tell us
much except

where Alvarez was sitting
when he was popped.

Several people reported hearing
a gunshot around 1300,

but no eyewitnesses.

I bet you had no problem getting
dates wearing one of these, Gibbs.

Dating was not exactly my
problem in the Corps, DiNozzo.

What'd the LEO say?

Might be gang-related.

Alvarez had a couple run-ins
with the locals.

Last month, they threw a brick
through the window here.

Well, if it was gang-bangers,
they're packing serious heat.

It went straight through
the sheetrock into what looks like

some kind of toy warehouse?

Give me my knife back.

You two better get moving.

Don't come back without my bullet.

You think he'd let me borrow
his uniform for a weekend?

Don't know. I just hope
I'm there when you ask him.

Where on earth did
he put the gurney?

I swear, if he's lost inside
that MP3 again..

Ah, I got the rest of those photos
that you asked for.

And Gibbs said that he wanted
Gunnery Sergeant Alvarez out quick,

so I staged the, ah,
gurney near his body.

You ever play with one
of these as a kid?

Do I look like the doll type, Tony?

Well, maybe if you smiled more
and did something with your hair.

Can I help you?

Oh, yes. We're with NCIS.

Stands for Naval Criminal
Investigative Service, yeah. I'm Carl.

AWM.
System Warehouse manager.

You've heard of us.

Watch Forensic Files on Court TV.

They profiled a case you guys did
a few years ago.

Really?

Yeah. You guys couldn't solve it.

So, they brought in the FBI,

- and those guys..
- I don't have cable, Carl.

We're here on official business.

Oh. About the murder next door?

Not that we know it's a murder yet,

but from all preliminary indications
it appears that it's probably..

Bullet went through the common
wall into your warehouse.

We need to forensically trace
its trajectory.

Not a problem. You gonna
use the laser projector,

or the more outdated
string technique?

- Major Doherty.
- Yes?

Special Agent Gibbs. NCIS.

Five months in Iraq,
I didn't lose a single man.

What can you tell me
about the Gunnery Sergeant?

Oh, he was a legend.

Career recruiter who never missed a quota.
Any ideas?

Well, we've had some trouble
with gangs in the neighborhood.

Vandalism, mostly,
they don't like it

when the kids around here
choose a career

over hanging out
on street corners.

What about complaints filed
from the kids he did recruit?

We have a few.

- I'll need to see those.
- Not a problem.

The real ones, Major.

The ones that tend to surface
when you don't make your quota.

Hell, if it helps you find his killer,

I'll give you his whole damn
filing cabinet, Agent Gibbs.

All right.

Where the hell's the bullet?
It's like it just disappeared!

I'm going to need you
on your knees over here, Kate,

- it's time to get dirty.
- What?

We have to sweep
the floor for marks.

It may have lost velocity
and dropped.

Right. Right, I knew that.

That's not how they do it on CSI.

You really need to get off
that couch more, Carl.

Was there a pallet or display
like right around here,

say at one o'clock this afternoon?

Carl!

Ah...ah, yeah, went out
about an hour ago.

It was a load of dolls heading
for Richmond.

- Can you contact the driver?
- Sure.

Good. 'Cause we got
a new address for drop-off.

Got a present for ya.

Okay, what is it?

Seven years' worth of Gunnery
Sergeant Alvarez's personal

and professional correspondence.
Need it sorted by category.

Which are?

Gonna leave that part up to you.

Oh, come on, Gibbs,
at least tell me what I'm looking for!

Same thing we're all looking for,
Kate. A murderer.

Ooh, why didn't I take
the damn dolls?

Is there a reason you pulled
all their heads off, Abby?

It's so we know that
we've checked them.

Yeah. But the one with the round
in it was sitting practically on top.

You emptied the entire box.

- Well, it was kinda fun.
- And they're naked.

Shhhh. I am about to perform
my first autopsy.

Aha! Gerald, to Abby, please!

Does Ducky know you do that?

Hey, Gibbs. I was just about to
run this through the ballistics lab.

Good. 'Cause when you're done,

I wanna see that mockup of
the trajectory on the computer.

And I'm gone.

Why are all these dolls naked?

Don't look at me, boss.
Must be a Goth thing.

Definitely wasn't a pistol, Gibbs.

7.62 millimeters.
A rifle.

Problem is, I can't tell which kind.

Hopefully I can look it up
on the plates.

Then why don't you start
with what it's not, Abby?

Well, I know it's not an AK-47.

There's lots of those
floating around DC.

The grooving's all wrong.

Without knowing
the exact make of the rifle...

I'm going on guess work,

but I think I can explain
why there are no eyewitnesses.

Every rifle has a certain range

where they experience maximum
penetration power.

It has to do with the ammo load,
length of the barrel, and rifling.

We know our rounds
went through a Marine,

ricocheted off an office chair,
through a box, a sheetrock wall,

and ended up in our doll's head.

There's no way that shot came

from just outside the window
or even across the street.

The shooter was long range.
Really long range.

Our shooter's a sniper.

Relax your hand, or you're
never gonna get it in your mouth.

I'm trying, but this
thing's too damn slippery.

Never gonna
impress a girl that way.

Oh, whatever.

Just promise me the next time
that we decide to do this, Kate,

make sure that
they don't forget the forks.

No one like's a show off.

Screw this.
Got any soup?

Ahhh.

That had better
not be mine, DiNozzo.

Gibbs ordered soup? Great.

If it's any consolation,
it's not very good.

Whose chow mein?

Tony's.
Good.

So. Anything interesting
in Alvarez's complaint file?

Well, it seems he had
a gift for exaggerating

the opportunities available
in the Marine Corps.

You'll like this one, boss.

One guy,
wanted to be a paramedic,

so Alvarez guaranteed him the Corps
would train him to save lives.

What's wrong with that?

The Marine Corps doesn't
have medical personnel.

- They're all Navy.
- Technically, he is correct.

I mean, Marines do save lives,

but mostly through
the use of superior firepower.

Well, that seems to be his MO,
the bait and switch.

This kid wanted to be a pilot.

Alvarez told him he'd be sitting in a
cockpit by the end of his second year.

Plane mechanic?

Heh. Close.
Ejection seat technician.

- Any of 'em contain threats?
- No. Not yet at least.

Y'know, come to think of it, you
never told us why you enlisted, boss.

That's because it's personal.

Gibbs.

You think his recruiter
told him a fast one?

I doubt it.
Why?

Can you imagine someone lying
to Gibbs and getting away with it?

Yeah

That was our authorization

for the building that
Abby thinks the sniper fired from.

- DiNozzo, you're with me.
- Wh...what about me?

Nope. Need to see if there's a
murderer hiding in that stack of files.

Good luck.

Alone, eating Chinese food again.

What a refreshing change, Kate.

Well, it's a nice neighborhood.

Coupla coats of paint,
maybe a bulldozer.

You're looking at the reason
Alvarez made quota every month.

Actually,
I think I'm looking at vomit.

He's trying to give these kids
a real chance to get out of here.

Problem is,

some of 'em were too young
or ignorant to realize it.

Maybe. But you gotta admit,
he had a unique approach.

- You got a key?
- Right here.

Hmm, thing's stuck.

Gimme a try.

Hey, DiNozzo, kinda reminds me
of your apartment.

'Cept for that minty fresh
urine smell.

For your information,
I have a maid now.

You can afford a maid?

It's amazing what you can do when you
don't have to pay three alimonies.

Ow! Oh, this doesn't
make any sense.

You sure this is the wall facing
the recruiting station?

Yeah. Northeast.

Abby's trajectory's gotta be wrong.

How could a guy fire from here,
there isn't even a window.

I dunno.
That's what we're going to find out.

Let's get busy.

Minty fresh urine smell...

Well, I dunno what we got,
but I'm done. Gibbs?

Hey. DiNozzo! Got your knife?

Rule number nine,

never go anywhere without your..

Ah, i was just testing you,
seeing if you were paying attention.

What exactly are
we looking for here?

This, right here.

Okay. Let's bag it.

Oh, boy.
We got a major problem.

Whaddya see?

A shooter who is highly
intelligent and methodical.

Out of a thousand bricks
in this wall

he only removed
the one he needed.

- Did you have fun last night?
- Oh, yeah.

Got in around 04:00 AM and ah,
filed evidence for another hour.

Really. Was Gibbs with you?

Oh, God, thanks for reminding me.

I'd better call him,
make sure he's up.

Hey. You're late.

And a good morning to you, Sir.

Kate, you get those files sorted?

Looks like we might've had
our Gunny figured wrong.

These aren't complaints,
they're letters thanking him.

He kept in touch with a lot of
his recruits after graduation.

The middle ones are
mostly bitching

and moaning along the lines
of last night,

and these are the two
that stood out.

This one sounded
the most promising.

Oh, I'll say.

This guy's threatening to cut
off Alvarez's head, and then...

Yeah, he's dead.

Six months ago, in Iraq.

This one is our best bet.
Sergeant Aaron Barnes.

Now he claims
that Alvarez told him

that if he signed up
for a six year hitch,

he'd qualify for the Marine
Enlisted Commissioning Program.

Listen, son. You wanna be
an officer someday,

you gotta show the Marine Corps
that you're committed.

Now, between you and me,

nothing says commitment
like a six year hitch.

Hell, I can even see myself
saluting you someday.

Turns out Barnes's
high school GPA

wasn't high enough
to qualify for MECEP,

and when he found that out,
he wanted to break his contract.

That's not gonna happen.

Yeah.
And when that got shot down,

he fired off a personal letter
to Alvarez

promising to look the Gunny up
again when his contract was up.

That's not exactly a death threat.

Well, his contract's up this year.
But here's the kicker.

Two years ago he was
selected for sniper school,

and he was so good that they
brought him back as an instructor.

He's there now.

Let's roll.

Did you have any of
that shrimp last night?

How could I?
You shoved them all in your mouth.

Consider yourself lucky.

Adjust your mil scale!

You're shooting upscale
with a variable ten knot wind.

Close doesn't count in combat,
Corporal.

Even a half inch off the mark your
target gets an opportunity to live,

- and return the favor.
- Yes, Sergeant!

Sergeant Barnes.

Stand by, gentlemen.

Special Agent Gibbs,
Todd, DiNozzo. NCIS.

What can I do for you, Sir?

We want to talk to about Gunnery
Sergeant Freddy Alvarez.

I guess he couldn't get away with it forever.
What?

Promising things he knew
he could never deliver on, Sir.

Thing is, we're not here to
talk about his recruiting methods.

- He was killed yesterday.
- Shot by a sniper.

Not many people could make
that shot.

Six hundred meters,
through glass, at an angle...

You think it's me.

I can't believe he kept this letter.

You've gotta believe me, Sir,
it's not what you think.

It never is.

Where were you, Sergeant?

Yesterday,
between noon and 1400?

Individual PT, Sir.

Running the loop around
Longer Reservoir.

Can anyone corroborate that?

Corporal Stenson.

We work out together
every Wednesday.

And where's the corporal now?

Running an LandNav class
in the field.

I can have him call you
when he gets back.

I got a better idea.

Why don't you give me
his grid coordinate

and a map.

You sure you know
where you're going?

Used to do this for a living.

They had maps back then?

Corporal Stenson!

You two work up to the next azimuth.
I'll be with you in a minute.

- Special Agent Gibbs. NCIS.
- What's up, Sir?

You and your people working
on some LandNav?

Among other things.

Did you PT with Sergeant Barnes
yesterday afternoon?

Yes Sir, every Wednesday
between noon and 1400.

What'd you do?

We, uhm...

we were running
the obstacle course, ma'am.

Here it is, okay?

Gunny Alvarez lied to me.

It pissed me off,
so I wrote him that stupid letter.

But joining the Marine Corp's the
best thing that ever happened to me.

It's sixty-eight degrees
in here, Sergeant.

You hot, or do you always
sweat this much?

I am not a murderer, Sir.

You'll excuse me
if I don't take your word for it.

My contract was up
the end of this year, Sir.

Why would I re-enlist for another
six years if I hated the Marine Corps?

Maybe you just enjoy
being a sniper.

Get a thrill out of the fact

that your target is totally
unaware of your presence?

Their life's in your hands?

You, choosing the exact
moment you plan to end it.

Do you think that Alvarez felt those
crosshairs lining up on his chest?

I didn't shoot him. Sir.

Next time, drive a little faster, Tony.

I think my glands still have
an ounce of adrenaline left.

Responsible crime scene investigation
demands a timely arrival, Kate.

Yeah, well it would help if the
investigators didn't puke all over it.

- Brings back memories.
- Memories of what?

Marriage.

The second Marine
recruiter was killed

why Sergeant Barnes
was in custody..

why are we still holding him?

He's not telling the truth.
I just don't know about what.

Well, he could have a partner.
Snipers like to use spotters.

Why don't we see if these two
shootings are even connected?

Boss - you expecting company?

The victim was a Marine.

That puts it in our jurisdiction,
Agent Freeman.

Maybe, but the second shooting
is in Maryland,

which puts it across state lines,
and in ours.

- According to who?
- The director of the FBI.

Oh. Is he here, somewhere?

Look, if you pull your people back,

I promise you'll get copies
of everything we find.

And if I don't?

Well, I wouldn't worry about that.

You'll be receiving a call from
your director any minute now.

Oh, and one more thing,
Agent Gibbs.

Fornell warned me about you.

Do not try and remove the body.

O-ho-ho.
You're not still using laser?

They're still using laser.

Maybe...they didn't get the memo.

You didn't get the memo, did you?

DOJ memoranda?

12 August? Ballistic laser
calibration devices?

The health warning?
May lead to impotence?

Maybe he doesn't have to
worry about that any more.

We can get the trajectory,
no problem.

Competition's going to
be for the bullet.

I don't think the unfortunate
staff sergeant Allen

is going to be of much use there.

The bullet passed clean through.

Then I suggest we help our
good friends the FBI find it.

- Tony, make a hole.
- Scalpel.

Kate? Find the bullet.

I know you find the departmental
turf wars as tedious as I do.

No, people of serious intent

should never allow
the frivolous to deter them

from the pursuit of justice,
should they?

Don't ya think?

Got the secondary
bullet hole, boss.

All right, we'll take it from here.

Ah, no, I'll wait for my boss.
He's the guy with all his hair.

Tony, I'll handle this.

What, you still haven't heard
from your director yet?

Nope. And until we do,

that bullet in the wall behind
us belongs to NCIS.

Well, from where I'm standing,
you're a little outnumbered.

Well, from where I'm standing,
I'm not real worried about it.

All right, listen, Gibbs,
I don't have time for this bull.

Will somebody please get me the
damn NCIS director on the phone!

Well, that may be a bit of a problem.

See, Thursday's his golf day.

Listen, I'm not fooling
around anymore, Gibbs.

Oh, I'm not either.
Man has a mean handicap.

Yeah, Gibbs.

Hehe. Kate's got the bullet, boss.

Yes, Sir. Yes, Sir.

Won't happen again, Sir.

Looks like you win this one.

Don't get used to it.

Don't take it personally, Gibbs.
We all have our orders.

Listen, if you see Fornell,
you say hi for me.

My pleasure.
You have a nice day now.

Halfcock...

Who's Halfcock?

Carlos Halfcock,
a Marine sniper legend.

Thirty-nine confirmed
kills in Vietnam.

What's that gotta do
with a pigeon feather?

It's not a pigeon feather.

Look. Chaff's too small.

Okay. That small white bird feather.

VC nicknamed him Halfcock
after the small white bird feather

he kept in the band of his hat.

History Channel?

His biography.

Ha. You read his biography?

I watched his biography
on the Biography Channel.

So you think it's somehow
connected to the shooter?

Don't know.

Find another one of
these that matches it

in Gunnery Sergeant
Alvarez's office.

We'll strip search
the roaches, boss.

You realize what this means,
if it is some kind of a calling card?

Yep. Means he likes to meet
the recruiter before he kills him.

The second bullet's in way
better shape than the first.

Some of the rifling patterns
are matching up like

the glam slam techno twins.

Oh, sorry. Wrong generation.
Um, think, the Andrews sisters.

Heh. You're going back
a little far there, Abs.

So I don't have enough to be
100% certain it's the same gun,

but I am 100% sure
it's the same model.

Did you backtrack
the shooter's location yet?

Looks like our shooter
might be mobile.

Following the trajectory in reverse,
there isn't a building or a structure

that makes any sense
as a shooting position.

There's only road.

Shooter fired from a car?

Or a truck, or a van...

What's up?

This whole sensitivity to women
in the workplace thing?

Backfired.

What are you talking about?

I'm talking about the way
we divide our tasks.

I always get the floor.

Up close and personal,
floors are scummy.

It's no big deal, Tony,
I would've done it.

Haha. But you didn't.

Floors are scummy.

My point exactly.

You would never volunteer
to take the floor,

I would have to suggest it.

Then I would be met by lots of comments
about my chauvinism and insensitivity.

Ha. I don't need a floor for that.

Cute, but my point is in order
for me to be PC,

I've got to take the floor.

You want me to take the floor?

Ah, you're just saying
that to humor me.

No, you have a point.

And if it bothers you that much,
I'll take the floor.

I insist.

Thanks.
No problem.

Oh!

Heh

I've been here for three hours

without anybody telling me
what's going on.

You'll be here another three hours
if that's what it takes.

It takes for what, Sir?

You said you weren't charging me.
Not yet.

What did Corporal Stenson say
when you found him?

That you two were PTing yesterday.

And that's exactly
what I told you, Sir.

Yeah, you did, sergeant.

Running the Longer Reservoir
loop between noon and 1400.

Long route - 'bout nine miles.

Yes, Sir.

So how come Corporal Stenson
doesn't remember making it?

You don't have an alibi Sergeant.

Whether you're the shooter or not,

you lied during
a criminal investigation.

Hey. Let's discuss those charges.

Rachel Hauser.

What was that?

Rachel Hauser, Sir.

When and where?

Noon to 1400. Motel,
just outside the main gate.

Rachel Hauser have
a phone number?

Sir. My wife - she doesn't know.

I'm just checking an alibi, Sergeant.

The rest is between you and her.

Gunnery Sergeant Alvarez must
have recruited the cleaning crew,

because they obviously
haven't been here in a while.

Maybe it blew away
after the first time we swept.

A feather's light, a slight breeze
could have taken it across the room.

It'd have to be
a pretty strong breeze -

there's no cross-ventilation here.

Ventilation.

We still thinking
this guy's in the military?

Something tells me
you don't believe it.

It's the profile.

This feather is our shooter's
calling card, it's like a signature.

But a white feather?
For all we know,

it could mean he has
a Forrest Gump fixation.

Well, it doesn't matter
if other people know

what the feather means,
he knows.

I just think this guy's living
in a fantasy world.

And I can't picture him
functioning in some highly

organized military environment.

So you think he's ex-military,
like the Beltway Sniper?

Possibly. But why target
only Marine recruiters?

Because they turned him down.

This guy isn't military,
he's a wannabe.

Now that fits the profile.

How many people do the
Marines turn down every year?

Thousands.

By the time we get
a chance to check them out,

this guy's going to shoot again.

If he continues his pattern,

we have less than
twenty-four hours.

Then maybe it's time
we got more proactive.

And our heartfelt prayers and
wishes go out to the families of

Gunnery Sergeant Alvarez and
Staff Sergeant Allen.

We are continuing to work with law
enforcement to bring the person

or persons responsible to justice.

Will the Marine Corps
suspend recruiting?

No. Marines don't run from danger.

This recruitment office will
re-open tomorrow morning,

manned by one of our finest
- Gunnery Sergeant Thomas.

How do you feel about being
selected for this assignment,

Gunnery Sergeant Thomas?

I wasn't selected, Sir.

I volunteered.

Welcome to the marines, Kate.

Kate's gonna be your CO?

That's the plan.

I didn't realize Kate knew
so much about being a marine.

She doesn't have to.

I won't be interacting
with the recruits, Tony.

I'll just be there to focus on
how they interact with Gibbs.

One of them might be our sniper.

Yeah? The only one around here
who knows how to profile.

Maybe. But with that haircut,

you wouldn't pass for
an ROTC student.

This vest is going to hardly
even show underneath this.

You need your ribbons. What did
we hear back from the FBI?

Ha. Besides Agent Freeman's
extreme dislike for you...

ah, they'll cooperate, but he's
not too keen on the visible part.

Our shooter isn't a moron.

If he doesn't police and FBI
presence in the neighborhood,

he's going to think
something's wrong.

Yeah, I have a problem
with that part, too, boss.

What's the point of setting a trap
if he knows about it?

Part of a sniper's mission is
to infiltrate enemy territory.

Our guy wants to prove himself
- validate his skills.

He's not going to pass up
an opportunity like this.

What if he succeeds?
He won't.

Don't take this the wrong way,
but, ah,

you actually make that look good.

Thanks.

- Have you tried yours on yet?
- Try what?

Gibbs said
you'd be in uniform too.

He did?
Mhm.

Gibbs gets Dress Blue Charlies,
I look like one of the Village People.

Haha.

Maybe you could find a local cop
and get a dance routine going.

Ahaha.

How you doin?

I'm hardwiring the main
microphone to the, ah, DSL line now.

I've already got the other two
on a wireless relay.

There we go.

Y'know if this works, Abs,
you're a genius.

Oh, Tony, tell me something
I don't know.

I once dated my high school
music teacher.

Really. What was his name?

Haha. Cute.

Okay - all mikes are operational.
I'm set here.

All right. I'm coming down now.

You're a macho, macho man, Tony.

- The new window looks good.
- Yes, it does.

How's it feel to be back
in uniform, Gunny?

It's a little tighter than I remember.

- So you really think this'll work?
- I don't know.

If it doesn't, no sense worrying
about it.

Spoken like a true Marine.

- Good morning, Captain.
- Major. Gibbs.

I mean, Gunny.
Kate.

Cover is off inside.

You're looking good.

No - these are out of order.

I spent an hour trying to
get them right!

It's okay. Common newbie mistake.

Maybe I should take her place.

Your whole plan rests on this guy
believing that you're both Marines.

We have it under control, Major.
She'll do fine.

Well then, maybe
I'll just stay and...help out.

There's nothing wrong
with another set of eyeballs.

Not a good idea.

Best thing you can do
is leave this to us.

I've lost two of my men
to this psycho.

You really think I'm passing up
on a chance for payback?

Major. Your mission is
to protect our country.

Our mission right now is
to protect you and your Marines.

Allow us the honor of doing our job.

Good luck,
Gunnery Sergeant. Captain.

Comm check.

Loud and clear, over.

Hear you fine, Tony.

Crystal.

Comm's up, Gibbs.

Now for the hard part - waiting.

You really think we're going to get
any potential recruits today?

A man was murdered here
three days ago.

Who'd choose today to decide
to join up?

A Marine.

Good point.

Get ready to profile.

Can I help you?

What are you doing, giving away
free X-Boxes in there?

This is the tenth kid this morning.

He's really good at this.

I'm even thinking of signing up.

What about potential snipers?

You'll be the first to know.

No. Gibbs will. Just tell me
he's still wearing his vest.

He said it was visible
under his shirt.

I knew it. If that sniper doesn't
kill him, I will.

Of all the stupid, idiotic things...

You realize we have
an office in Richmond.

Why drive all the way down here
to see a recruiter?

Well, I was watching the news.
Thought I'd check it out.

Sniper doesn't scare you?

Well, I figure he was shooting
recruiters, not recruits, right?

So, you'd drive all the way here
to see if I get shot or not?

- If I could get a signature?
- No problem.

OKay. See you later.

Good luck to you.

It's four-thirty,
I think this guy's a no-show.

The last two attacks were
between noon and two,

so I, I say we call it a day,
Agent DiNozzo.

Negative.

Office isn't supposed to close
for another thirty minutes.

If we close early,
it'll look suspicious.

What d'you think, Kate?

I think you have at least
one more day as a human target.

Hello. Gunnery
Sergeant Alvin Thomas.

How can I help you today, son?

Yeah, I dunno, I've been thinkin'
about it a little, I guess.

You got some pamphlets
or something?

Right here. The Marines
offer a wide variety of choices.

What kind of things interest you?

Uhm, not sitting around
in an office like this.

Can't say that I blame you.

You interested in something
more active?

Yeah.

You seem like a combat arms
kind of guy to me.

Artillery? Combat engineers?
Infantry?

Sniper teams?

Yeah...I dunno.
Like I said, I'm not really sure.

I just..

maybe I should come back.

I'll be here.

Tony. The kid who just left.

6'4", blond hair, black jacket,
jeans, early twenties.

We think he might be our man.

He was already here.

Forget the kid, Tony.

The sniper is
the water delivery guy.

I repeat, the sniper

Oh!

The mikes picked up the shot.

I'm triangulating now.

Got him!

He's at the merchant building
on the corner of 6th and K.

Tenth floor.
Right there!

The building has an alley
in the back,

it's the most likely exit
from where he's positioned.

I'm on it!

Go get him, Tony.

We'll take the southern entrance.

Federal agent, drop the weapon!

Drop it! Drop it!

Drop the weapon!

Hey!

Thank you Agent DiNozzo,
we'll take it from here.

Hey, back me up.

- Secure the weapon.
- Got it.

Hey. Caught our guy.

FBI's taking the credit, of course.

Kate! Where's your cover?

What?

Kyle Hendricks, 22, rejected
by Sergeant Gordon Mackenzie,

11 August 2002
at the Rockville recruiting center.

Failed the personality
profile assessment.

Sociopathic tendencies
with antisocial behavior.

His stated goal for joining
the Marine Corps?

Wanted to be a Marine sniper.

Yeah, well, you gotta admit.

he was one hell of a marksman.

DiNozzo. Cap'n.

So what was it like?

What like?

Being his superior officer.

You mean,
did I get to boss him around?

Make him salute me?
Call me 'ma'am'?

Basically.

It was great.

Nah, you're lying.
Am I?

Y'know, Abby said you looked
really good in your uniform too.

Did she?

Yeah. She said you'd fit
right in with the biker boy,

and the Indian chief,

and the cowboy and all
the other macho, macho men...

== resynced by Brach_Movic aka GilangPC ==