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Welcome to the Smithsonian
Anthropology lab.

I'm Dr. Elaine Burns,

and you're watching
the Recovery Channel.

Tonight, we'll be opening
a time capsule

from the Civil War.

Lights, please.

This iron casket represents

one of America's first uses of
rubber in an industrial process,

sealing in the dead from
the ravages of weather and time.

Now, what makes this one
particularly special

is that all of its seals
were found to be fully intact.

Gentlemen.

( air whooshing )

What we're hoping
to find inside

are some of the best-preserved
remains from the Civil War era.

This is unbelievable.

This type of preservation
is unheard of

in a 140-year-old body.

Joe, we have a problem.

Dr. Burns.
Yes?

I don't think they carried
those in the Civil War.

( sighs )

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( shaver buzzing )

I freakin' hate Mondays.

Freakin' Fat Al's
All-You-Can-Eat Burrito Shack.

More like Fat Al's
bacteria shack.

( groans )

Oh, come on.

( groans )

Shouldn't have
come in to work today.

Gibbs sees me like this...

He'll probably be as horrified
as I am, Agent DiNozzo.

Working undercover as a hobo?

You mind tell me, uh, what
you're doing here again?

Um... waiting.

For what?

To start work.

Does everyone always
come in this late?

It's 0700.

At Mossad, we start at 0500.
Okay.

Let me rephrase
the original question.

What the hell are you
doing here, Ziva?

I see.

Gibbs didn't tell you.

Tell me what?

Mossad's assigned
me to NCIS

as a liaison officer.

We're gonna be
working together.

Does Gibbs know about this?

You think I'd be
here if he didn't?

( chuckles )

( laughs )

You might want to do something
about, uh, your hair.

It's sticking up
like a pork-u-swine.

Wrong word.
Like a pork... pork-u-pig.

The little animal with the
little spikies, yes? The...

Porcupine.
...porcupine!

Thank you, Special Agent McGee.

Toda.

Sure.

Anyone have a key for this?

That's Kate's desk.

Okay, but if I'm

going to be a part of your team,

I would love to...

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

You're part of our team?

Yes.

Gibbs tell you
about this?

No.

Here are my orders,

signed by Director Shepard.

Think Gibbs knows?

I hope so.

All my personal
possessions

are currently being shipped
from Tel Aviv to Washington.

TONY:
I'd hold off
on unpacking

the waffle iron
until you talk to him, Ziva.

When's he come in?

Now.

Special Agent Gibbs.

Ziva.

( gunshot )

What are you doing here?

Looking forward to being
a member of your team.

I stand corrected.

It appears he didn't know.

I feel like a donkey's butt.

Donkey's butt?

I think she meant

"horse's ass," McGee.

Yes, that, too.

Something I can help you with

this morning,
Special Agent Gibbs?

Yeah.

I've got
a personnel issue.

You know anything about that?

I take it Ziva

arrived a few
days early?

Right.

Before we get into this,
I'm going to need a refill.

That was sweet.
Not necessarily sanitary.

What is she
doing here, Jen?

If we're
going to fight

a global war on terror,
we need to work

closely with our allies.

Well, that sounds good.

Put her on somebody
else's team.

I want her
with you, Jethro.

Mossad trained her
to spy and kill,

not to investigate
crime scenes.

Send her to the CIA.

Just to be clear,

this is not a request or
a debate, Agent Gibbs.

( groans )

Anything else you want to change
about my team while I'm here?

Look,

if anything,
you're lucky to have her.

She's one of
the finest agents I ever

worked with in Europe.

Why didn't you
ask me first, Jen?

And what would
you have said?

Exactly.

Number 18.

"It's better to seek

forgiveness and
ask permission."

GIBBS:
Oh, that's real nice, using the
rules I taught you against me.

Nice touch.

I learned from
the best, Jethro.

I want Ziva to, as well.

You want
something to read?

What do you have?

GSM.

It's a men's magazine.

Most women find
it objectifies them.

I read it on the plane.

I especially liked
the article on page 57.

In my experience...

it works every time.

Uh, I always thought
that was urban legend.

Ow!

What's the verdict?

Pack your trash.

Not a problem.

Most of it doesn't

arrive till next week.

Nice seeing you again, Tony.

McGee.

I told you to pack

your trash, Ziva.

I don't remember

giving you permission
to leave yet.

You requested this assignment?

I did.

Why?

I had to get away
from Mossad for a while.

Do you believe what Ari
said about your father?

No.

Yes.

Maybe.

Your brother was
a Svengali, Ziva.

Like father, like son.

Does Mossad know
you killed Ari?

No. They believe your report.

Only you and I know the truth.

For that, I thank you.

I trust you, you know that.

But when we leave
this elevator...

You start
kicking my butt.

I don't kick butt.

Miss David will be
with us for a while.

That's Kate's desk.

Yours is down at the end.

( sighs )

He's a tough one

to read.
You'll find most

NCIS agents are like that.
It's our training.

Is that a fact?

We never let other people
know what we're thinking.

Right now, you're thinking
of doing page 57 with me.

Uh... boss,

we have a situation at
the Smithsonian Museum.

What?

Uh... well, it's, um...

kind of complicated, but
there may have been a murder.

May have been, McGee?
Yeah. Well, they

have a Union soldier
who was dug up
from a battlefield

in Manassas,
and now they think

that he may be a Marine.

It was the
Civil War, McGee.

Marines fought on both sides.

Right. No, I know.
But this Marine had dog tags.

Didn't exist back then.

I know that
you know that,

being a Marine.

Get to the point, McGee.
Well, they think
that this Marine

was killed recently, and, um...
somehow buried in a way...

They can't quite explain it,
but in a 140-year-old cast-iron

sarcophagus.
Dressed as
a Union soldier?

Basically, yeah.

Gas the truck, McGee.

DiNozzo!
Yeah, boss?

Got a murder
in your area

of expertise.

This happens
a lot, me being

a Senior Field Agent and all.

I'm sure it does.

What do we got, boss?

Multiple homicides?
No.

Gang-related?
No.

Decapitation?

The Civil War.

I can hardly wait.

It's my favorite subject.

What about me?

You're coming
along strictly

as an observer.

Hand over
all your weapons.

Is that
really necessary?

All right.

And your backup.

What backup?

Left leg.
Oh.

That one.

And the knife concealed
at your waist.

You can keep this.

I just want
you to know

that I know.

According to his dog tags,
this young man is

Warren Sorrow, USMC.

How long has he
been in there, Duck?

He's remarkably
well-preserved.

Could be months

or even years.

We'll know more
when we get him home.

You know, in the 1970s,

grave robbers raided
a Southern colonel's
cast-iron casket.

They took his weapons,
his jewelry and,

for some strange reason,
the poor man's head.

When the local authorities
found the 100-year-old,

decomposing corpse, they assumed
he was recently decapitated,

and opened
a murder investigation.

This guy's still got his head,
and we're not local cops.

I want to know how he died.

I can help
with that.

Dr. Mallard.

How nice to
see you again.

Yes, it is.
How are you?

Dr. Elaine Burns.

We met in Hawaii
almost, oh...

18 years ago.

The conference

on identifying
P.O.W. remains

in Vietnam.

Yes, of course.

How wonderful
to see you again.

I, uh... still have

that puka shell necklace
you gave me.

Yes.

Quite the...
keepsake, aren't they?

You have
information

on how this man died, Doctor?

Oh, yes. We
took the liberty

of imaging
the corpse

before we knew
for sure

we were dealing
with an actual homicide

and not just
some sick hoax.

Meaning you
disturbed my
crime scene?

As a forensic
anthropologist,

I can assure you
my examination was

strictly noninvasive.

There. Now,
I've seen several images

like this in the past,
but you can't be certain

until you get it out.

Get what out?

In my opinion,

it's a musket ball.

Come on!

I don't think this is
what Gibbs had in mind

when he instructed me
to observe.

Do you have any idea
how many people get
killed in America

by bears every year, Ziva?

No, but I can't imagine a lot.

You'd be surprised.

McGee?

Uh... I think it's about one.

Isn't there
something

more constructive
you could be doing?

Like what?

Investigating.

DiNozzo and McGee,
report in.

Casket was uncovered
by a housing project

going up near Bull Run
battlefield in Manassas, boss.

Got the name
and address

of the construction
company,

scheduled
an interview

and soil test
for tomorrow.

The only thing
removed from the casket

was one cell
phone, damaged

and nonoperational.
I've also got the prints

of the lab workers
to run against

any we find in
or on the body and tomb.

And Dr. Burns was
wearing surgical gloves

when she
picked this up.

Good work. Miss David?

I'm wondering why there's a
nine-millimeter hole in my hat.

Ventilation.

Oh.

I'll escort the casket
back with Ducky.

We'll meet
in the squad room.

Agent Gibbs?

I would also like
to know if I could

drive the truck
back to base.

Might make me feel as if

I actually accomplished
something today.

TONY:
Hey! Not so fast.

I always drive fast.

It's the best way
to avoid possible
IEDs and ambushes.

You're in America now.

I wouldn't
worry about it.

How about this?

Slow down or
I'll puke on you.

Tony, why don't you like
the American Civil War?

I don't talk about it.

It's because
of his father.

Was she talking
to you, Probie?

Oh, you didn't
get along

with your father.
Hmm... explains a lot.

My father and I
got along fine.

If you say so.

I think it's best
to talk about things,

instead of burying them inside.

What about you; your father?

Deputy Director David--
what's he like?

Whoa.

Slow down.

We're taking
the next left.

( honking )

Ziva! Car! Car! Car!

( screams )

Oh, God.

Ziva!

ZIVA:
Sorry.

First time behind a
wheel after a six-month

mission in the UK.

( retching )

I said I was sorry.

McGEE:
We ran his prints through AFIS.
It is confirmed.

Our Union soldier

is Staff Sergeant Warren Sorrow,

an MSG instructor
in Quantico.

MSG stands for...

Marine Security
Guard. I've been

to over two dozen embassies
around the world, Tony.

What do we have
on the staff sergeant, McGee?

Reported UA
about a year ago.

Currently building
a profile on what
his life was like

around the time
of his disappearance.

Not anymore.
I want you with Abby.

Find out what was on the cell
phone we found in the casket.

Tony, you're on
the paper trail.

I want to know
everything about him

by the time
I get back.

And you, you keep...

You keep observing.

What, exactly, Gibbs?

I don't care.

Just do it quietly.

Now I know why
he took all my weapons away.

Have you ever spent an evening
with a young lady

and failed to remember it,

Mr. Palmer?

Oh, what was
I thinking?
Of course not.

But I wouldn't mind.

Well, it's...
it's not something

to be admired, Mr. Palmer.

That doctor today,
at the Smithsonian,

intimated that we shared
a special something

in Hawaii, during
a conference, once.

What doctor
was that, Doctor?

The young and attractive one.

Um... still
not following you.

Well, she was
the only doctor
there besides myself.

Oh! You mean Dr. Burns.
Yeah.

Oh, I'm sorry. I thought
that you said she was young.

Young to me, Mr. Palmer.

Young to me.

( sighs )

Will you rotate the head
20 degrees

to the left?

She invited me out for cocktails

tomorrow evening.
I was forced to decline.

Why? She seemed nice.

Oh, she's more than nice.

But how do you tell a woman
that you have

absolutely no mental
recollection of her whatsoever?

I suppose one
could always lie.

Have you been
spending time

with Agent DiNozzo again?

Hmm. To Abby, please.

Right away, Doctor.

I don't suppose
you've ever been to Hawaii.

ABBY:
That should do it.

That's what you said
the last eight times.

See? That shows

how much attention
you pay to me.

It was nine, Timmy.

Right.

So did we do it?
Did we do it?

Did we do it? Did we fix
the cell phone's circuit board?

Hold on.

Come on.

You're killing me, McGee.

( beeping )

Yes. Yes, I think we fixed it.

I think the circuits are...

How many Caff-Pows
you had today, Abby?

You know. The usual.

Trust me. I think you've
had more than the usual

because I'm getting jumpy
just looking at you.

Some people
drown their sorrows

in drugs and alcohol.

I prefer caffeine.

Now, hook up
the cell phone board

and get cracking

before Gibbs decides
to crack you one.

Think you mean crack us.

Gibbs would never

hit a lady.

Exactly. So I suggest
we get started.

Ziva?
Yes?

First of all, don't
ever do that again.

And, second,
what are you doing?

I'm observing you, Tony.

Any way you can do that
in a less creepy manner?

Who's the woman
with Gibbs?

Yeah. Once you're
here long enough,

you'll figure it out.
Is that his girlfriend?

I have no idea.

You just told me that...
Well...

you'll figure out
there's some things

around here you
don't ask about.

Bye.

Where's Gibbs, Tony?

Your 2:00.

What's wrong, Duck?

I know how
our staff sergeant died.

From your look,

I'm guessing it
wasn't a musket ball.

At first,
one could assume

that a projectile
of such size and mass

would produce
almost instant death.

But pre-Civil War muskets
were notoriously unreliable

and lost most of their

velocity over the first
100 meters.

Our sergeant
was grievously wounded

by a musket ball,

but his injury
was not fatal.

Then how did he die,
Dr. Mallard?

His lung tissue

was coated with an extremely
fine film of rust particles.

One can only imagine

how long he clawed
at the iron sides of his casket,

trying to escape
before he suffocated.

ZIVA:
A Marine dressed as a Civil War
soldier is shot by a musket,

and then buried alive

in a 140-year-old
antique iron casket.

And you're telling me
this isn't your strangest case?

Yep.

Pretty much.

I don't know what I find
more disturbing--

your eating habits
or the fact I believe you.

I'm sorry, do our strange
American foods frighten you?

( chuckling )

Not at all.

I was referring

to your manners.

You should have bought me one.

Mm.

( chuckles )

( mocking chuckle )

I'm going to
go help Abby.

SHEPARD:
She seems to be
fitting in well.

She almost killed

my entire team
yesterday.
How?

Driving home
from a crime scene.

I should have
warned you.

I think she was an East European
cabdriver in a past life.

Yeah, well,
she wasn't a cop.

She obviously has
no investigative

or law enforcement
experience, Jen.

Neither did I when I
first started with you.

Yeah, well, you were
always a fast learner.

ZIVA:
You sure you don't
want it back, Tony?

Most men usually
don't have

a problem with my germs.

( fax beeps )

I've got a lead
on how our staff sergeant

ended up
in a union soldier's uniform.

He was a member
of a local CW...

CWR...

...out of Fairfax.

CWR?

Yeah.

Civil War Reenactors.

Guys who get together,

dress up in period costumes,
reenacting famous battles.

Why?

I've been asking my father that
since I was ten years old.

According to this,

they're preparing for
one of those battles this week

in Manassas.

Quite the coincidence.

And in the immortal words of
Leroy Jethro Gibbs...

( imitates Gibbs ):
I don't believe in coincidences.

Is that a fact, DiNozzo?

Hey, boss.
I was just telling Ziva

about this lead that I...
Yeah, I heard.

Come on.

Abby's found something.

Let's roll.

It's an American custom,

a form of affection.
Hmm.

It seemed like
Shloshet ha-Stooges to me.

Like what?

( whooping )

Larry, Moe, Curly, yes?

( door beeps )

Abs?

I look like a freak.

Well?

Whoa.

See, I... I don't think
she really looks that bad.

Is she making a reference

to that strange tattoo
on her neck?

Why?

One of the director's

new admin weenies

brought me this last night.

It's the NCIS dress code.

He said I was in violation.

He did, did he?
I mean,
it's bad enough

that I have to wear
a monkey suit

for court appearances,
but every day?

I think you look nice, Abby.

Nice?

You think I look nice?

I look like... like...

Career Girl Barbie.

Oh, my God.

I do.

( groans )

I can't work
like this, Gibbs.

I'll take care of it, Abs.

I'm allergic to polyester,
it makes me itch.

It's a medical condition.

I could get a note
from the doctor.

Abby, I said
I'll take care of it.

( farts )

Don't ask.

Can we get back to work now?

Do I have to wear the shoes?

The circuit board
in the cell phone was damaged,

but we managed
to get it working again.

The battery shut down
on October 3, 2004.

The last 22 calls
were made to 911.

None of them went through.

He was calling
from inside the casket.
Yep.

Cast-iron
and buried underground.

I don't think anyone's calling
plan extends that far, Tony.

What are these
last entries here?

McGEE:
Uh, well, he was running low
on oxygen, boss.

I assume that he was trying
to dial another number,

hit random keys.
Find out.

What'd you pull
from the tomb, Abs?

Um, there were traces
of Staff Sergeant Sorrow's blood

inside the cover.

Most likely from when he tried
to claw his way out.

Since his fingers
were shredded,

that must have been really hard
to figure out...

Agent Deevid.

It's pronounced David.

Or you can just
call me Ziva.

I also found
two very distinct

types of dirt on the outside.

One is red clay,

which is very common
in Virginia.

And the other had

a high concentration
of fertilizer.

What time are you meeting

with the construction company
that found this?

0900.
Take Ziva with you.

See if there's anything
left of that crime scene.

On it.

Come on, McGee.

Abby, what if these
aren't numbers?

Abby?

( door beeps, hisses open )

See something you like, McGee?

No.

I mean, yes?

Better.

What were you going to tell me?

Um...

what if he wasn't trying
to dial a number,

but he was trying to send

a text message.

McGee, sometimes
I think I love you.

Tell me you have
a shower here.
We do.

But only for biological
or chemical emergencies.
Wonderful.

Well, you're the one who said
you were sick of observing.

You made me crawl through
a dump truck full of dirt.

TONY:
There could've been
valuable evidence in there.

There wasn't.

Yes, and thanks to you,
we now know that.

How'd it go?

Nothing, boss.

Building site was clean...

figuratively speaking.

Very.

We taped off the area,

but we're not going
to find anything.

Gibbs!

We did it.

Did what, Abs?

Those random numbers
weren't random

after all, boss.

Staff Sergeant Sorrow

was leaving us
a text message...

from the grave.

When you put it through
the cell phone's text converter,

you get this.

( computer blips )

"Only got half.

"Oxbow not on his side.

Kearns, don't let him get
safety deposit box."

That's it?

ZIVA:
He was buried alive, Tony.

What did you expect,
a soliloquy?

We ran his Social through
the banking system.

Staff Sergeant Sorrow

has a safety deposit box
paid for five years

at the North Virginia
Savings and Trust.

McGee, get me a...
Warrant.

Already called it in, boss.

DiNozzo, Oxbow and Kearns?
On it.

Get me into that
safety deposit box.

You take Ziva with you.

Is there somewhere
I can clean up?

Yeah, sure.

Tonight, when you go home.

You know what,
let me...

let me help you
with that.

I'm not a child.

Just trying to help.

You may get what I missed.

Thank you.

Is Tony always so, um...

Yeah.

And Gibbs?

Oh, yes.

And Abby?

Uh...

Abby's usually nice.

Then it's me.

I guess I have
that effect on people.

It's... it's
not you, Ziva.

The past month
has been hard...

on everyone.

But I'm glad you're here.

Yes?

Yep. Means I'm not
the newbie anymore.

Ha!

What's wrong?

Nothing.

Still getting used to America,
I suppose.

I understand Staff Sergeant
Sorrow has been missing.

Who told you that?

His brother.

He's inquired
several times

about the safety
deposit box.
Why?

He felt if something had

happened to the staff
sergeant, he would have

wanted him to have it.

Like death?

Obviously, but without
a death certificate

and a court order,
our policy

is to maintain
the contents

until the lease
runs out.

Is Staff Sergeant Sorrow
missing?

Not anymore.

Anything else,

or can we open the box now?

I'll, uh, be outside,
if you need me.

Ooh.

We need to talk
to his brother.

Definitely.

ZIVA:
A mummified hand,
an ancient map.

This has to be your
strangest case now, McGee.

Thanks. Maybe.

That was Tony.

Staff Sergeant Sorrow
does not have a brother,

so we need to pull
the bank's

security camera footage,
see if they have

a shot of this guy who
claims to be his brother.

Know what this
reminds me of, McGee?

Mossad case?
No.

The Harry Potter novel.

You read those, too?

Hmm.

Me neither.

Hey, excuse me,
excuse me.

Do you know where I can find,
uh, Kelleher Avenue?

Uh, yeah, north of here,
about four blocks.

Four blocks?
Yeah.

Yeah. Hey.

I'm gonna need
that map, too.

Excuse me?

The map.

Why don't you take a look
in that van behind me.

All right, now give
me your weapon.

Come on, give it to me.

Now, back up.

Back up.

Now what?

Now you get wet.

( tires screeching )

Damn it!

Gibbs is going to kill me.

Look on the bright side, McGee.

At least I'm clean again.

DUCKY:
No, no, no.
Tighter.

Hold it tighter,
Mr. Palmer.

I'm going to put
some English on it.

( snaps )

Oops.

Oh, dear.

A little too much English,
Doctor.

There is no such thing.

Do you know what
we have here, Mr. Palmer?

A very old ring?

Yes.

And a reason
to call Dr. Burns back.

Boss, I'm sorry.

I-I-I screwed up

and it won't happen again.

It wasn't your fault.

They used us.

They used us to get into that
safety deposit box for them.

Well, he knew exactly
what he wanted.

All he asked
for was the map.

Map? What map?
Map of what, McGee?

Well, I-I didn't really
get a good look at it.

Maybe it was
a treasure map, Probie.

You know, like,
uh... gold,

diamonds, silver.

It wasn't from one of your
dumbass movies, DiNozzo.
Sorry.

We need to find
this guy.

Claimed he was Staff
Sergeant Sorrow's brother.

I might have
a name for him.

Been researching
the words from Sorrow's

farewell message--
Oxbow and Kearns.

Oxbow was a name on the map.

The other name
might be his.

Judd Kearns.

A member of the same
Civil War club

our dead Staff Sergeant
belonged to.

Get an address?

Yeah, but
he's not there.

The club is on their way
to Manassas Battlefield Park

for a reenactment.

Should be there
this afternoon.

McGee, what else do you
remember about the map?

I think I can
help with that.

At Mossad, officers
who fail to observe

don't generally
last long.

TONY:
Hmm. And at N.C.I.S.,

uh, they apparently get

drop-kicked
into water fountains.

That would have never happened
if I had my weapons.

McGee, find out what
this is a map of.

I'm gonna get right on it.

Abby, Ziva was amazing.

I mean, she's got
a photographic memory.

What?

Why don't you two

just get a room, McGee?

What? You think she likes me?

McGee...

never forget--

I am one of the few people
in the world

who can murder you
and leave no

forensic evidence.

Then perhaps we should
come back then.

Ducky.
Just venting.

Who's your friend?

Ah, I'd like you
to meet Dr. Elaine Burns,

a forensic anthropologist
from the Smithsonian.

Ducky was saying you might
be in need of my expertise.

It's French,
nineteenth century.

Usually worn
by Southern gentlemen

to telegraph
wealth and status.

It's in fantastic condition.

Where'd you find it?

On a mummified hand in a safety
deposit box, I'm afraid.

Sounds like
scavengers.

Grave-robbers.

I've had more sites ruined by
them than I care to remember.

What about the map
we found with it, Abs?

Certainly typical
of the Civil War period.

I.C.F. stands for
Irregular Confederate Forces.

Oxbow may be referring
to a prominent Virginia family.

Where'd they live?

Manassas.

Their mansion
was destroyed

in the second battle
of Bull Run by the Union.

Remember how we found Boone's
dumping ground, Gibbs?

I could run the vectors

between these features
and satellite imagery.

Do it.

Well, if it is Manassas,
I've had several digs there.

I'd be more than willing
to serve as a guide.

That is, uh,

if Dr. Mallard
would be

willing to accompany me.

Boss, his club checked in
with the park rangers.

Judd Kearns is there now.
We rolling?

Nope. Not yet.

Gear up.

( canon booms )

Fire!

Bring back memories
for you, Tony?
Reload!

ZIVA:
It looks like fun.

You know what little
Anthony DiNozzo's job was

during these reenactments, Ziva?

Little drummer boy?

No.

I would carry
around a bucket

so these guys could
take a dump in it.

They called me...
their little "Poo Boy".

( laughing )

Kearns is out here somewhere
dressed as a Union Sergeant.

You two with me.

See if you can match up

any of the landmarks on the map.

Any suggestions, Doctors?

Let me look.

By the orientation of the map,

I suggest we start near some of
my old dig sites, to the north.

Unless...

May I?

During times of war,
mapmakers often

add terrain or change
the declination

of north and south
in order to...

Confuse the enemy if it
fell into the wrong hands.

Yeah. Very good, Ziva.

Yes, what troubles me

about this map is this
Confederate flag in the corner.

It is unfurled

in the opposite
direction of most flags.

Precisely.

I think we should start
looking to the south.

Boss, your 3:00.
Red stripes.

It's the guy from
the bank video.

Oh! He's going!

He's fast!
You think?

Son of a...

Ziva, I really think
we should wait for Gibbs.

He is the one
that told us

to look for landmarks,
Dr. Mallard.

Landmarks, yes.

Following them deep into
the woods, probably not.

And please,

call me Ducky.

Okay, Ducky.

I believe this is the trail
indicated on the map.

BURNS:
I doubt it. Wait.

The topography's completely
different today.

If anything, we might have
better luck starting

near the site where the Oxbow
mansion used to stand.

( panting )

That's not bad, boss.

I thought you were still behind
me until you tackled him.

Not likely, DiNozzo.

What's his excuse?

It wasn't
an "X" on the map.

It's-It's a cross.

This is a graveyard.

( distant metallic grinding )

Ducky, wait here
and call Gibbs.

Tell him to hurry.

( cell phone dialing )

( grinding )

We need
to hurry this up.

Here, that's it.

( grunting )

( air whooshing )

They buried
these things

so the South
could rise again.

And now they are all mine.

Well, there's got
to be 50 of them here.

About 30 grand a pop.

That's, uh...
1.5 million.

Your rifle is ten feet away.

I wouldn't recommend trying it.

KEARNS:
I didn't do anything wrong.

No? What about resisting
arrest, Kearns?

And what's that
other charge, McGee?

Murdering Staff Sergeant
Warren Sorrow.

Sorrow's dead? No way.

You guys can't pin that on me.
I wouldn't.

They told me he got
scared and took off.

He was
buried alive

in a coffin, dirtbag.

I didn't sign up for this.

All she said I had to do
was distract you.

DiNozzo, come on.

Ducky!

Ducky, where is Gibbs?

Ducky can't
answer right now.

Drop the gun.

Now or he dies.

DUCKY:
I knew there was
a reason

I blocked you
out of my mind.

Last time I ask.

Drop it!

DUCKY:
Shoot her, Ziva.

She'll only kill both of us.

And those weapons?

That is why you killed
that poor Staff Sergeant?

He found Oxbow's
casket

and the map.

He actually wanted
to turn them over to a museum.

Only mistake we made was killing
him before we got the map.

You two are gonna be
the unfortunate

victims of scavengers.

( grunting )

( gunshot )

Remind me not
to piss her off.

Oh, DiNozzo, you have no idea.

She's gone, Gibbs.

I don't think Kate will mind.

I found this.

But I have
a feeling

she would have
wanted you to have it.

See you
in the morning.

( sighs )

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