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( ringing )

No, for the 23rd time.

( ringing )

You going to answer that?

I'm in hell, Kate.

Well, do they have money there?

'Cause you owe me $43.86

for lunch this week.

I will gladly pay you

today

if you'll answer
this call for me.

Yeah? Who is it?

A crazy
ex-girlfriend.

I haven't seen her
since college.

Stalker?

More like a stalk-him.

What do you want
me to say to her?

I don't know.

Tell her you're my wife
or something.

She's been calling me

nonstop for two days.

I'm begging you here,
Kate, please?

You pay me back today.

Sure.

Thank you.

Hello?

WOMAN ( on phone ):
Hello. Who are you?

Me? Oh, uh...

I am Tony's wife.

( on phone ):
Are you serious?

Uh, yes, we got married
a few years ago.

Do you have kids?

Do we have kids?

No.

Two.

You have two kids?

Yes, and we're
very, very happy.

So, please, don't
call back again.

Sorry.

Ugh. I feel like
I need a shower.

( chuckling ):
Pay the lady, probie.

He bet me $40

that he could get you
to say you're his wife today.

Tony,

I'm going to kill you.

GIBBS:
DiNozzo! Pull
the case file

on Lieutenant Brian McAllister.

McAllister? We going after
more treasure hunters, boss?

Treasure hunters?

Before your time, probie.

McAllister disappeared
two years ago.

His family offered
a million-dollar reward

for anyone
who could find him.

I had a few friends
in the Secret Service

who used to work
that case on the weekends.

It was the Holy Grail
for every amateur detective

on the East Coast, Kate.

So what happened?

Nothing. Cold case.

Not anymore.

REPORTER:
For the past two years,
thousands have searched

for the heir to the
McAllister Industries fortune.

Each hoping to collect
the $1 million reward

offered by his famous family.

Today, private investigator,
Monroe Cooper,

believes he's one step closer
to solving the mystery.

Mr. Cooper, is it true

that you have finally found
Brian McAllister?

Whoa, boss.
That was Monroe Cooper.

The man who can solve
the unsolvable?

He's a famous detective.

Do I look like I care, McGee?

No.

Grab your gear.

We're going
to Black Lake.

"Lieutenant Brian McAllister
graduated Annapolis

"in '97,
third in his class.

"He vanished somewhere between
October 4 and the 7th, 2002.

No leads."

Thing I don't get is
why a guy worth millions

would join the military
in the first place.

You think money
has anything to do
with patriotism, DiNozzo?

No, I'm just saying
if I were rich, you know,

I would do nothing.

I thought your
parents were loaded.

They are.

So why do you work for
the government then?

Because they know what their
son would do with the money.

I can't even get
an advance on the will, Kate.

Hey, McGee!

Yeah, boss?

Tell me about that
private dick, Cooper.

Yeah, uh, he's
a former NYPD detective,

works mostly for insurance
companies and celebrities now.

He makes a lot of money
solving cases like this.

The guy's a...

He's kind of a cross
between Columbo

and Sherlock Holmes.

( crash )

You know, we really should

get a seat belt back there.

Hey!

What the hell
are you doing?!

Looking for my fork.

Well, I can guarantee you

( groans )
it is not there.

( reporter speaking
indistinctly )

Tony, grab the gear
and see if McGee's still alive.

Special Agent Gibbs,
Todd, NCIS.

Been waiting for
you all to show up.

Sheriff Deke Lester.

That Detective fella,
Cooper, he thinks

that missing McAllister
kid's in there somewhere.

Yeah?

Is he?

I can't say,

but my divers found
a Chrysler convertible

sitting on the bottom.

Lieutenant McAllister
owned a Chrysler convertible.

It disappeared
with him, Gibbs.

Fixing to
pull it out.

Once we I.D. the vehicle,

we can decide on
who's got jurisdiction.

Works for me,
Sheriff.

Where's Cooper?

I don't rightly know.

I imagine he's off
detecting or something.

( over radio ):
Hey, Deke, we've got
the chains set here.

Let's haul her up.

Yes, sir.

You ready to see what
we caught, Agent Gibbs?

TONY:
Hurry it up, probie.

McGEE:
You sure this
is necessary?

I kind of feel
like a dork.

You are a dork.

No, no, no. Bad move.

What?

Gibbs catches you reading

instead of working,
you're history.

It's not for reading.

I'm hoping I can get
Detective Cooper to sign it.

The lead character
in the book

is based on him.

Celebrity P.I.?
Never heard of it.

No.

I'm not surprised
you haven't heard of it.

There's no pictures in it.

You say something, probie?

Yeah. I'm not a dork.

( waders squeaking )

Whatever you say, SpongeBob.

Take it slow now, Charlie!

TONY:
I think it's safe to say

that car's not
gonna run again.

LESTER:
All right, hold it right there.

All right, Kate.

( camera shutter clicks )

The lieutenant's tags, Gibbs.

Congratulations.

Looks like you found
your missing sailor.

Eh, not yet.

I think you'll find that
pile of bones is McAllister,
Special Agent, uh...

Gibbs.

And I'll wait for my M.E.
to determine that.

Oh, of course.

Monroe Cooper.

"The man who
solves the unsolvable."

So you've heard of me?

No. It's on your card.

My publicist's idea.

Works great
with the yokels.

( camera shutter clicking )

How'd you track
his vehicle to Black Lake?

Leg work, luck, my gut.

It say that on
your card, too?

I have a policy,
Agent Gibbs.

You share
information with me,

and I share it with you.

We have a deal?

That kind of goes
against my policy, Cooper.

Which is?

Throw people in jail who
obstruct my investigations.

Uh-huh.

I'll try to
keep that in mind.

DUCKY:
The dental records
are conclusive, Jethro.

This is our
missing lieutenant.

Any idea how he died?

After two years
in the water?

Difficult to say.

Do you suspect foul play?

You know me, Duck.
I suspect everything.

That's an admirable trait
in an investigator.

And also the reason your three
marriages ended in divorce.

Oh yeah?

All these years I thought
it was because I was a bastard.

Well, of course,
that didn't help.

( wry laugh )

Oh, there's evidence
of a hairline fracture

on the frontal lobe
of the skull.

Cause?

It's consistent with
most vehicle accidents,

quite possibly from contact
with the steering column.

What about drugs?

Well, in this state,
a toxicological screen

would be useless.

However,
drugs are a possibility.

Too many of those, Duck;
too many.

Well, my current opinion

is that Lieutenant McAllister
met with a tragic accident.

Most likely, he drowned.

Keep looking.

Alas, poor Yorick.

Did you meet
any of his wives?

I introduced him
to the last one.

Really.
What went wrong?

Oh, t's difficult to say,
Mr. Palmer.

She doesn't talk
to me anymore.

( camera shutter clicking )

You know what movie
this reminds me of, Kate?

The Wizard of Oz?

( imitating witch ):
I'll get you, my pretty!

No. I meant the one they
make you watch in high school.

30 minutes of cops

pulling dead teenagers
out of car wrecks.

Oh, my God!

I loved those!

Blood on the Highway...

Drink, Drive, Die.

I keep hoping they're
gonna release them on DVD.

Yeah, me too.

Yeah.

What do we have?

Ah, hey, boss.
I found a suitcase in the back.

Looks like he packed enough

for about a weekend.
Dive team will be back

with the rest of the stuff
from the debris field

in a few hours.

Abbs?

The brake lines

are corroded
but they're intact.

Something's stuck.

Hey, Kate?

I got a present for ya.

I think it's one
of your ex-boyfriends.

( camera shutter clicking )

It's a cold fish.

You get it, Kate?

I don't think
this was an accident!

It's a bullet.

McAllister was murdered.

( rock music blaring )

( groans )

( music stops )

Your speakers are broken.

Oh, Gibbs.

That was the best part
of the song.

Correction,
your ears are broken.

What'd the divers find?

Actually, it's more like

what didn't
they find.

My theory is they're

getting paid by the piece.

They recovered
everything

within a 20-meter
radius of the vehicle.

Sunglasses, golf balls,
Rick James 8-track,

typewriter...
I didn't see any point

in bringing the Maytag up
from the evidence lock-up.

Anything to do with the case?

As a matter of fact,

found directly
beneath the vehicle...

Can you hear me now?

I might be able to recover some
data from the memory chip.

What about
the bullet

we brought up from
the wreck last night?

45 caliber.

230-grain hardball.

Lots and lots of stopping power.

ABBY:
The grooving matches

a Colt .45, old-school
military version.

Did you work up
a trajectory yet?

Of course.

The bullet's entry angle
into the side of the door

is as obvious as
Anna Nicole's implants.

Who?

You know,
married to that old guy,

had a TV show,
got fat,

got thin, got fat,
got thin, fat....

Stop

Right, so...

using that angle,
I back-traced the trajectory.

The bullet traveled
on this path.

So unless he was driving with
his feet from the backseat,

which is something that I have
tried, but do not recommend...

Abby.

...the round had to
have gone through

McAllister's body.

It's entirely
possible, Jethro,

but if Abby's
animation is correct,

the bullet passed
clean through

the thoracic cavity--
unfortunately,

without leaving any
evidence of its passing.

Hell of a shot.

Yeah.

The vehicle had
to be going

over 70 to end up where
we found it in the lake.

Well, at that speed,

a bullet
passing through the rib cage

without so much as glancing
a single bone... ha!

Hell of a shot indeed.

More like impossible.

Thank you, Duck.

Doctor?

He means the vehicle
was stationary

when Lieutenant McAllister
was shot,

Mr. Palmer.

KATE:
Lieutenant McAllister was last
seen in Norfolk on a Friday,

then found 300 miles away
in Black Lake, Virginia.

Which would make sense
if he was heading here.

The McAllister family compound
in Shenandoah.

So he was heading home
for the weekend?

Another 20 miles and he
would have made it, McGee.

DiNozzo.

McAllister's
military records

are spotless, boss.

Been running background
on his family.

Mother died in '93.

Father passed away in 2002,

three months after
the lieutenant disappeared.

The only surviving
next of kin is this guy:

Thomas McAllister,
his younger brother.

Washed out of Annapolis
freshman year.

Arrested a bunch of
times for suspected

DWI and marijuana
possession.

Never convicted.

Figures.
The rich never are.

Even richer now, Kate.

He inherited everything.

He's currently the CEO
of his own airline.

The Good Son
and the Bad Seed.

Very biblical.

TONY:
Navy notified him
last night about
his brother.

CACO said
he took it pretty well.

Lunch.

Oh! Thank you.

Mm-hmm.

I took the liberty
of ordering lunch today.

Something healthy, for once.

There you are.

They're tofu veggie wraps.

( sniffs )
They're good, Tony.

Abby and I
eat them all the time.

DiNozzo,
track down the bad seed.

I want to know what he was doing

around the time
his brother disappeared.

Already set up an interview for
later this afternoon, boss.

Take Kate.

McGee.

Contact Cooper.

I want to know how he
found that vehicle.

So we're going
to cooperate with him?

No, McGee,

he's going to cooperate with me.

Okay, I'll be right back,
I'm just going

to run this down to Abby.
Enjoy.

( sniffs )

( Kate chuckles )

"Beyond First Class"?!

Oh, you gotta be kidding me.

Might as well call it
Rich Jackass Airways.

I think
it sounds cool.

You would.

What's that
supposed to mean?

Nothing, Rockefeller.
Oh, I get it.

So because I grew
up with money,

that somehow
makes me bad.
Very deep.

Well, it's better than
having to work every day,

like I had to.

Listen, you think money
makes life easier, huh?

Everything was just
a big old cakewalk

for little
Anthony DiNozzo?

You tell me, Kate, 'cause
I really want to know.

I'm sorry, Tony.
I didn't mean anything by it.

'Cause you want to know
the answer to your question?

Yes, money makes
a huge difference, huge.

I miss it every
single day of my life,

so much it makes
me want to cry.

You're pathetic.

It's part of my charm.
Yeah.

TONY:
All right, let's find

this little twiddle toes
candy pants.

Hey, there, we're
looking for your boss,

Thomas McAllister--
is he around?

You'll have to hold on
a second.

Could you pass me that

socket wrench
please, miss?

KATE:
Is he even here

or should we stop by a country
club or something?

I'm Tom McAllister.

Agents Todd,
DiNozzo, NCIS.

Do you always work on your
own planes, Mr. McAllister?

Whenever I can find time
in my busy social schedule

down at the club,
Agent Todd.

I'm sorry about that.

I didn't...
It's fine.

You would have been right
a couple of years ago.

And please, call me Tom.

Kate.

So, do you own all these planes?

Yeah, me and the bank.

That's my new
one out there.

Plan on taking it

for a test flight today,
if you're interested.

TONY:
You don't seem too broken up

for a guy who just
lost his brother, Tom.

I've known he's been dead
for quite some time,
Agent DiNozzo.

The first week you
expect a ransom note.

After a month,
you pray.

A year?

You just know.

When's the last time
you talked to your brother?

About three months
before the accident.

Would you believe we grew up
fishing at Black Lake?

Thing is, it wasn't
an accident.

But the Navy, they said...

Your brother
was murdered.

Are you absolutely
positive about that?

He was shot on the weekend
of October 4, 2002.

I'm sorry.

Considering his body
was found dumped

20 miles from your house,
we'd like to know where

you were the weekend
he disappeared.

Me... I was at home.

Anyone who can verify that?

I was with
my father.

Let me rephrase.

Is there anyone who can verify
that who's still alive.

No.

You're saying
you think I did it?

We're just
following up

any leads we can, Tom.

Of course.
Whatever I can do to help.

I can't tell you what
an honor this is, sir.
Thank you.

Don't believe everything

you read in
the book, kid.

It's called fiction
for a reason.

I actually write
a little myself.

Ah.

Is there any truth to the rumor

that S.E. Eckhart is,
in fact, you?

If I was a best-selling author,
would I be

crawling through
the swamps of Virginia

searching for
reward money?

No, I guess not.

Damn straight.

Now tell me
about your boss.

Is he always
such a hard-ass?

Agent Gibbs?
Yeah.

He's a lot like you,
actually.

Oh...?
Yeah.

In fact, the main character
in my book

is based on him.

I hope he got a better
deal than I got.

Well, he doesn't know it yet.

Don't know what,
McGee?

What a great guy
I am, Gibbs.

You ready to tell me
how you found McAllister?

You ready to tell me
what you pulled

out of his car and his corpse?

Depends.
On what?

How bad you want

that million-dollar reward.

Ah... considering
how I don't collect

till you put the
murderer behind bars,

you got me by the short hairs
there, Gibbs.

Here.

I figured the lieutenant
headed home that weekend.

But the back road that
he liked to drive,

I think it was washed out.

Here, take a look at
these weather patterns.

Now, I spent
nine weeks

getting these from the
National Weather Service.

Every Doppler

readout, every
satellite image

I could find.

Pocket of storms, real tight,

near the road.

Enough to swell that creek
alongside?

Yeah, but only on that side
of the mountain, kid.

My educated guess?

I think McAllister doubled back,

took this road
to the other side,

where the storm
hadn't reached yet.

See, the locals

only use that road
when there are bad storms.

That's right along
Black Lake, boss.

I figure that if somebody
wanted to kill him,

they had to know
the roads and the weather

the way McAllister did.

And they'd have to know
he was coming,

am I right?

( elevator bell dings )

I wouldn't have believed it
if I hadn't seen it myself.
What?

Kate Todd acting like a high
school girl with a crush.

He's not
a murderer, Tony.

I'm sorry,
were you using

the new NCIS magical murderer
detector back there?

My gut.

If you were a guy,
I'd say you were using your...

Don't even say it,
if you want to live.

What did Thomas McAllister
have to say?

He hadn't heard from his
brother in three months.

Definitely
hiding something, boss.

KATE:
My best guess,
it was grief.

There's no way
he's involved, Gibbs.

GIBBS:
Abbs, what do you have?

The last three calls

that came in on the phone
from the lake

were all made on
Friday, October 4.

Yeah?

And they were all from
his brother, Thomas McAllister.

Sorry, Kate.

This McAllister
family's got

more skeletons than a
North Korean prison camp, Gibbs.

Here.

That's everything
I've turned up.

Six months
of leg work.

It's okay to smoke

in here, sweetheart?

Uh, it's Agent Todd, and, no,

Detective Cooper.
It's a federal
office building.

Oh. It's a wonder you guys

catch anybody working
under these conditions.

KATE:
We manage.

This supposed to be

in some sort of order?

The order's

up here, Gibbs.

And I'll be glad
to lay it out for you,

once you tell me
what you found in that wreck.

Lieutenant McAllister was shot.

Hmm. How many times?

At least once.

You got the round?

It's recovered
from the passenger-side door.

Oh.

Pistol, uh, huh?

Rifle would go clear through.

Forty-five.

Ah.

Car must have been stopped.

He was approached,
but not alarmed.

Know his attacker?

One shot, point blank.

Blam.

Poor sap never saw it coming.

You know how, Gibbs.

Want to know why?
( elevator bell dings )

( door opening )

Angle your end
down, probie.
I told you

we should have
taken the legs off.

Ow!

Ow!

I said down.

Okay.

What does Cooper need
this thing for anyway?

He's old school.
It's part of his process.

He has solved every case
he's taken on, Tony.

How many detectives
you know with 100%
batting average?

You mean besides Gibbs?

( grunting loudly )

Finally.

Change of plans.

I'm doing this upstairs.

( elevator bell dings )

McGEE:
Maybe we should
take the stairs.

Maybe you should
take the legs off,
like I told you to.

I'm gonna
take the stairs.

Hey, I'm the one
who said that...
Ah, ah!

Elaine McAllister, the mother.

Into the occult in a big way.

Psychics, seances,
all that weird sh...

Stuff. She dies in '93,

family falls apart.

How?

The old man.

Took it pretty hard.

He decided he was gonna

contact the dead wife.

Starts neglecting
the family business.

What do you mean
by make contact?

He consults this
space cadet,

Saleena Lockhart.

Claimed to be a psychic.

I've heard of her.

She used to have that, um...

the tabloid
astrology column.

No, I don't buy it.

Astrology?

No, you reading
tabloids.

She weasels her way
into the old man's life.

Next thing you know,

she's practically
running it.

McAllister Avionics starts
to slide

till it's almost bankrupt
by 2000.

How much money
did he leave her?

You're quick, Gibbs.

Almost ten million.

He changed his will

two weeks after
the lieutenant went missing.

The surviving brother
still fighting it in court.

This is kind
of like Anna Nicole.

Who?

That's what I said.

McGee, run a background
on this wack job.

I want to know where
she is right now.

On it, boss.

Now, I know
what you're thinking.

She didn't do it, Gibbs.

This is the smoking gun.

Thomas McAllister had a plan
to save

the family's
fortune.

He wanted to get out
of avionics

and into his own airline.

And it's a good plan,
but it involved leveraging

every remaining asset
the McAllisters had.

The brother didn't agree.

Lieutenant was cashing out
of the company?

And going
his own way.

This is the contract

divesting them of
all family business.

Where'd you get this?

Oh, you don't
want to know.

What you want to do is look
at the date.

"October 5, 2002."

COOPER:
The weekend he vanished.

Luckily for the little brother,
he didn't sign the contract.

I don't believe in luck.

Neither do I.

So,

when you bringing
McAllister in?

I'm not.

COOPER:
W-What?!

But-But it's all there.

Motive, opportunity--

the calls
on the lieutenant's cell phone?

When you were a cop,
did you let

civilians lay
out your cases,

or did you work them yourself?

NCIS has had this case
for two years.

How long am I supposed to wait?

Till I'm done.

You are looking
for the reward.

I am looking for a killer.

Thomas McAllister is
your man, trust me.

I don't trust anyone, either.

Kate,

how is your rapport

with McAllister?
She's got more

than a rapport, boss.

GIBBS:
Well, good.

Call him.

You're having dinner
with him tonight.

What if he says no?

Oh, the way he was
looking at you,

I think you're gonna
be the one saying no.

GIBBS:
McGee, you find
my psychic yet?

I have her business address.

It's a TV talk show set in D.C.
She's there now.

DiNozzo, you're with me.
Hey, Cooper.

I trust
you can find your way out.

Do you believe in any
of this psychic stuff?

No. You?

Ah, used one on a, uh,
case in Baltimore once.

Led us right to
this kidnapped
five-year-old girl.

That a fact?

Yeah. How do you
explain that?

Simple. She was probably
in on it.

MAN:
Rolling.

Special Agent Gibbs
and DiNozzo, NCIS.

Looking to find
Saleena Lockhart.

Yeah, she's inside.

But you can't go in.

Hey. Hey wait.

They're still shooting!

Man.

And your grandfather
wants you to know

that he will always be
with you, Sally.

Always.

( Sally cries, applause )

SALLY:
Thank you so much, Saleena.

( Sally cries )

And remember,

look and you shall see,

listen and you will hear.

Our departed loved ones
still have much to teach us.

( applause )

Huh.

( applause and cheering )

You think this is
how they do it on
the Oprah show?

Never believe
what you see on TV.

Until next time,

I'm Saleena Lockhart.

And cut!
WOMAN:
Cutting!

"Look and you shall sea,"
spelled s-e-a?

What kind of third-grader

is writing
these cue cards?

Just give us
ten minutes,

and we'll
shoot it again.

I am financing this pilot
with my own money.

I can't afford another
of your

ten minutes.

SALLY:
If anybody
needs me,

I'll be in craft service.

Well, make sure you save some
for the rest of the crew.

Okay. What?!
There are two guys
here to see you.

I tried to stop them.
Sorry.

Special Agents...
Gibbs and DiNozzo.

From, uh, NCIS.

How may I help you?

You're the psychic,
you tell me.

Brian McAllister.

You found his remains
in Black Lake.

Wow, she's good, boss.

It's on the news, DiNozzo.

No, I-I told Brian's father

that I-I felt
Brian was in a cold,

dark place.

You could say that.
He was murdered.

Yes.
Yes, he told me.

Who?

Brian.

We connected through a passage
on the other side.

Passage?

That's what you call it?

You look skeptical.

But it-/////!s okay.

You don't have to believe.

So, uh, he tell
you who did it?

It doesn't work that way,
Agent DiNozzo.

Can I get a green tea,
please?

How does it work?

Well, I-I get

impressions, feelings.

I don't get specific details.

You have any feeling

about his father including you
in his will?

I didn't ask him.

I'm not a psychic,

but considering
he's a Navy fighter pilot--

I'd say he'd be pretty
pissed off about it.

Your point, Agent Gibbs?

Where were you the weekend

Lieutenant McAllister
was murdered?

LOCKHART:
Luray.

Luray Caverns. I was hosting
a spiritual retreat.

Luray? Hey, boss,
isn't that about 15 miles

from, uh, Black Lake?

Can you tell me
what I'm thinking now,

Miss Lockhart?

You don't have to be
a psychic to tell that.

Could we discuss this
outside, please?
Your...

energy is disrupting my set.

Thank you.

Look, I had nothing to do
with Brian's disappearance.

You should talk
to his brother.

Yeah? Why is that?

Thomas was the black sheep.

Oh, and he hated Brian.

I may be many things,
Agent Gibbs,

but I am not a murderer.

But you talk
to dead people.

I have over a dozen people

who can verify my whereabouts
on that weekend.

One of them is a senator.

We'll need
their names.

My lawyer will get them to you.

Now,

is there anything else
I can do for you?

( screams )

( gunfire, glass breaking )

Didn't see that one coming,
did you?

Son of a bitch.

Did you get
a license number?

Yeah, I got one.

That's a good job, Tony.

ABBY:
It's definitely
from a .45 round, guys.

Just give me a sec
to line up the rifling patterns.

You run the plates?

Came back stolen.

Figures.

( beeps )

The markings match.

It's from the same pistol

that killed
Lieutenant McAllister

two years ago.

Why don't we just drag
McAllister in

for questioning, boss?

Because his lawyers
make more in one hour

than you make all week.

That's an excellent point-- so
you're saying I deserve a raise?

Or not.

We need more than
circumstantial evidence to take

McAllister down.

I agree, but what do we get
out of Kate going

on a date with him?
I get to search
his house

for that Colt .45
without him knowing about it.

And if it turns out
he's our murderer?

That's why you're
going with her.

I'm meeting him at the airport
in 20 minutes, Gibbs.

Hey, you need to distract him
for at least

two hours so we can
search his house.

Shouldn't be a problem.

He already invited me to dinner.

So... how do I look?

Eh.

What do you mean, "eh"?

I mean, yeah,
you look fine.

( sighs )

What's wrong with fine?

I'm going for
hot here, Tony.

Well, in that case,
do you mind?

Boss...

...got the search warrant.

Yeah. You're with me.
Get your things.

( Tony blows )
( Kate gasps )

( laughs ):
Yeah, now that...

that is hot.

GIBBS:
You two done
playing dress-up?

KATE/TONY:
Done.

GIBBS:
All right.

Get moving; I want
a comm check in 15 minutes.

On it.

Hey, Kate, it looked better
the other way.

TONY:
How you reading me, Kate?

Say again?
KATE:
I said,

loud and clear.
Slide the mic

closer to your throat, please.

How's that?

Crystal.

Hello?

Hello?

Kate.

Whoa.

Do I feel underdressed.

Well, when you said dinner...

Hey, I'm not complaining.
You look fantastic.

Thank you.

So, where we going?

Actually, I thought
we might stay here.

If you survive my cooking,
there's a few things

I'd like to tell you
about my big brother.

( crickets chirping )

McGEE:
Uh, boss, where we going?

GIBBS:
Going around back, McGee.

( sighs ):
It's locked, boss.

Well, yeah, McGee--
that's kind of the point

of having doors.

Well, the last two times

I encountered
a situation like this,

Tony threw a rock
through a window,

Kate climbed in a
second-story window.

Huh.

You don't say.

Let's go.

I wasn't entirely
truthful this
afternoon, Kate.

When you come
from the type

of family I did, you get
used to keeping secrets.

What kind of secrets?

My parents were always
a bit eccentric.

When my mom died,
my dad pretty much lost it.

He started talking
to dead people?

You been checking up on me.

It's my job, Tom.

At first, I thought
it was harmless,

but this psychic
he was seeing--

she started
manipulating him,

really cutting him off
from the rest of the family.

Saleena Lockhart.

Really checking
up on me.

What did your brother
think of her?

He didn't. Brian was too busy
with his naval career.

He wasn't around to see
the damage she was doing.

Somebody tried
to kill her today.

Thought of it myself,
more than once.

A lot of people think
it was you.

What do you think, Kate?

Well, I'm here, aren't I?

( door creaking )

NCIS!

( grunts )

Guys, do you mind?

Cooper...

...what are you doing here?

Same thing you are.

I have a warrant.

You gonna arrest me?

It depends.

On what?

What you found.

I'm hoping a million dollars.

I checked all the
local counties.

Thomas McAllister

doesn't own any
handguns, but...

his old man?

( clicks tongue )

Bit of a gun nut.

Even owns a Colt .45.

( sniffs )

Recently fired.

( phone ringing )

DiNozzo.

Yeah, boss?
Tony.

Take him down.

I'm on it.

I called Brian
the weekend he went missing.

I was trying to get him
to come home,

talk some sense into Dad.

He said he'd think
about it.

Why would you lie
to us about it?

Because I thought that...

I was responsible
for his death.

Were you?

When they found his
car in Black Lake,

I thought he finally decided
to listen to me for once.

The roads in Hastings
are deathtraps in the daytime.

At night, when you're tired...

You thought it was an accident.

Until you told me
he was murdered.

Only one person stood
to gain from his death:

Saleena Lockhart.

Unfortunately,
there is one more.

He never would've signed this.

TONY:
Thomas McAllister.

You're under arrest
for the murder of your brother.

So I guess dessert
is out of the question.

You okay?

I'm fine.

You don't look fine.

I hope I'm getting
overtime

for this, Gibbs,

because I'm missing
my cousin's birthday.

Were they a match?

It's the same weapon
that killed

the lieutenant and shot up
the makeup trailer today.

GIBBS:
Thanks, Abbs.

KATE:
Mm, figures.

I finally meet a nice guy,

and he turns out
to be a murderer.

( Abby laughs )

Happens to Tony
all the time.

Hey, do me a favor, Kate.

KATE:
What?

My back is killing me.

I'm waiting.

And don't shortchange me
this time.

You know, your muscles
wouldn't be so tight

if you'd stop drinking
all that caffeine crap

that Gibbs is always
bringing you.

ABBY:
Oh, but I love
the caffeine crap, Kate.

Abby!

Need you out here.

Now!

How much time did you spend
on this door?

Um, enough to get the
bullet's trajectory.

I was going to test for metal
fatigue and age in the morning.

Do it tonight.
Why?

I mean, I'll have it

for you in 30
minutes, sir.

Kate'll help.

Well, looks like
you did it again, Mr. Cooper.

I'm getting old, kid.

Think I'm going to retire
after this one.

You ask me,
we should get

50% of that million.

Too bad life ain't fair,
DiNozzo.

Oh, it's about time.

In my day,
we didn't wait

two hours
to interrogate someone.

Let me guess--
you just beat it out of 'em?

Yeah, something like that.

McALLISTER:
I'm sure you hear this a lot.

I'm innocent,
Agent Gibbs.

I know.

What the hell kind
of interrogation is that?

You're free to go,
Mr. McAllister.

It's not enough
I do your job for you?

Now you want
to arrest me for it?

Ah, we do owe you
for finding

the lieutenant for us,
Cooper.

The problem is...
it isn't murder.

( chuckling ):
Oh, give me a break, Gibbs.

You saw the evidence.

I did.

Brian McAllister died
in a car accident.

The bullet fired

into his car wasn't
from two years ago.

The metal around the impact

was only recently
exposed to water.

Two weeks sound

about right to you?

What's this got
to do with me?

The reward was offered for
finding the lieutenant's killer.

In order to collect, you
had to manufacture one.

( scoffs )

I don't know what the hell
you're talking about.

Oh, it might've
worked.

I mean, we would've found
that gun eventually,

but you just
couldn't wait.

What were you
going to do

with the money,
Cooper?

Hmm? Gambling debts?

Retirement?

Taking those shots
at Saleena Lockhart--

that was overkill.

Too bad we caught you
putting it back.

Yeah?

Good luck proving it.

Oh, I will.

This is an Instant
Shooter I.D. Kit.

It'll tell me
if you fired a gun recently.

( laughs )

Swab away, Gibbs.

There's no gun residue
on these hands.

Aw, a private
dick like you--

I bet you were wearing
rubber gloves.

I figure any man
who solves the unsolvable

needs a trademark,
and I'm betting yours is

that tacky trench coat.

You probably never
take it off, huh?

This comes up blue,

I've got you
for attempted murder.

Good luck trying to collect
that million dollars.

Get up.

I don't believe it.

Sorry, probie.

I felt the same way
when I found out

professional
wrestling was fake.

But he was going to frame
an innocent man

just for the reward?

It's all about
the Benjamins.

( grunts )
( handcuffs clicking )

Sometimes.

Not always.

You up for that dessert now?

( quiet laugh )

At 2:30 in
the morning?

I think I might know a place

that's still open.

And where would that be?

New York.

Sometimes it's good to
own your own airline.

New York? I love New York.

It's a small plane, Tony.

Maybe next time.

KATE:
So, you're Catholic, right?

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