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CHAPLAIN:
In pain, we may find comfort,
in sorrow, hope,

in death, resurrection.

MAN 2:
Fire!

(simultaneous gunshots)

Aim... fire!

Aim... fire!

They're almost finished out
there, Ken.

What do you want me
to tell you, Jack?

I can't get the damn thing open.
What? Stripped?

Nah, it's catching.

It's just stuck or something.

When was the last time
you opened one of these things?

First one we've had
since I've been
with the VA.

That's, like, what,
a decade?

Yeah. Let me try.

(grunts loudly)

Okay, it's moving.

What's that smell?

(gasping)

You okay?

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Give me a dollar!

Okay. What's wrong
with that one?

The machine wouldn't take it
and I want a candy bar.

What's wrong
with that candy bar?

It has nougat
in it.

But you hate nougat.

I know!

It was a mistake, McGee!

Do you have a dollar?!

All I have are big bills.

What is nougat?

It's whipped dolphin fat.

No, that's the filling
in Klowny Kake.

That is a myth!

Would someone please give me
a dollar?!

Sure, I got one.

Thanks.

God, it's like some kind
of crime

to not like nougat.

I don't even know
what nougat is.

It's a cream made from sugar,
honey and nuts.

Grab your gear.

Got an explosion at a Marine's
funeral in James River National.

Did anyone else see what
just happened there with Abby?

Yeah, she stole my dollar.

ZIVA:
Last ones to the party.

TONY:
It's not really a party
until the bomb squad says it is.

What'd you find?

MAN:
We got nothing.

No ordnance,

no residue,
no electronics,

no time device,

no wiring,
no remote.

No evidence of a bomb.

Except for
the explosion.

We got two employees injured,
both vets.

They were taken
to the VA

with concussions
and shrapnel wounds.

Got names?

Former Lance Corporal
Lloyd Jackson,

36, and PFC Kenneth Dixon, 25.

Veterans keep getting younger.

The kid they were burying
was only 22.

It's a family crypt.

Tandem?
His grandfather
was in the

back slot.

Still there as far
as we could tell.

GIBBS:
Your men cleared?

Fire readings are clean.

Air's safe to breathe,
not that I would recommend it.

Anything else?

Yeah. You might want
to cover your shoes.

That is truly appalling.

"Chief Warrant Officer
Mitchell Waller."

Died, 1978. Should be the one
in the back of the crypt.

ZIVA:
He appears to be undisturbed.

TONY:
He would be the only one.

This is really the most
disgusting thing I've ever seen.

And believe me,
that says a lot.

It's like porridge.

DUCKY:
The word is
"effluvium;"

the result of decomposing
human organs and tissue.

This is people?

Yes, two, I'd say,

judging bye the volume.

PALMER:
And the two skulls,
of course.

Mr. Palmer,
we have to recover
all of this.

One Wet Vac for the Soylent
Green coming right up.

Uh, somewhat claustrophobic.

And for all eternity.

Our friends here
might agree with you.

They obviously needed
to get out.

They didn't belong
there in the first place.

Vents are definitely clogged.

ZIVA:
Careful, Doctor,
we still haven't

found traces
of what caused
the explosion.

If my suspicions are correct,
Officer David,

the bomb is all around us.

It's a phenomenon
in the death industry

informally referred to as
"exploding casket syndrome."

Well, the floor's all yours,
Duck.

(chuckles):
Thank you, Jethro.

All bodies contain enzymes
and bacteria.

Immediately upon death,
they start to break down tissue.

Yes, a body can liquefy
within a week,

especially if it hasn't been
embalmed.

It's possible that these remains
were human in appearance

as recently as two weeks ago.

And someone dumped
them in here.

Yes, and in such
a confined space,

as the gases were
given off the bodies,

without any proper ventilation--

the crypt itself
could become a pressure cooker.

The bodies were the bomb.

Not our first meat puzzle,
Doctor.

And it certainly
won't be the last.

Never forget, Mr. Palmer,

experience
is the ultimate teacher.

Corner pieces
are not as reliable

as the singular components.

Yes, as experience
has taught us.

Skulls and torsos.

And judging by these
pelvic structures,

we have a man
and a woman.

Yes, well, let's
put Adam

on the left and Eve
on the right.

This reminds me
of a summer

when I assisted at an
archaeological dig

in North Africa.

Our team unearthed

two fossilized Neanderthals
from a primitive burial mound:

one man, one woman.

This rib structure's
fractured, Doctor.

Possibly from the force
of the explosion?

Oh, no, no, no.

It's a clean,
serrated edge.

Very unlikely.

Did you know that
the Zulus burn

all the possessions
of a dear departed

to ward off evil?

Some tribes even
throw spears

and shoot arrows into the air
to kill hovering spirits.

Right ulna.

That evolved
into the modern
military tradition

of firing a volley into the air.

(makes gunshot sound)

(chuckles)

Uh, right hand.

Yes, after the death
of an African king--

right hand--

some of his subjects used
to cut off fingers and toes.

It was considered
a mark of respect.

Humerus.

I suppose it depends

on what you find funny.

Oh, right, humerus.

(both chuckling)

Right hand.

Didn't this happen
the last time?

BOTH:
We're gonna need another table.

The mausoleum doesn't get
many visitors

which makes it
a creative place

to get rid of a few bodies,
but...

Whoever deposited them
would first have

to know that a portion

of Chief Waller's crypt
was vacant.

That would suggest
an inside job.

With the knowledge to access

a sealed tomb.

Which would point

to Jackson

or Dixon.

If they hadn't practically
blown themselves up.

What do you think, McGee?

She definitely seemed un-Abby.

Who?
Abby.

Abby's unhappy?

No, Abby's un-Abby.

I need you to focus here,

okay? Pitch in?

I'll talk to her when I can.

Why you?

Because dealing with an angry
woman requires a great deal

of sensitivity.

Clearly

not an area
of expertise for you.

Well, I don't doubt

that you have more experience
with angry women.

Now, you see, that wasn't
very sensitive, was it?

The man has one serious
relationship

and all of a sudden
he's an expert.

All right, there is one
clear-cut undeniable reason

why I should be the one
to talk to Abby.

She owes me a dollar. Now...

Uh, we ran down I.D.'s
on the remains,

got a hit on the woman.

Hmm, classic DiNozzo.

One intact fingerprint

off her left hand
matches driver's license.

Marilyn Torrance, age 58
of Tyson's Corner.

There's no case file
because her nephew and his wife

never reported her missing.

McGEE:
They're on their way in.

That it?

(phone rings)
McGee?

Be right there, Ducky.

Saved by the bell.

DUCKY:
They were dismembered

by severing tendons, muscles
from ligaments

at every joint.

The neck, shoulder,
elbow, wrist, hip,

knee, ankle,

et cetera.

There's very little
damage to the bones themselves,

except the rib cages,
they were cut.

Probably using a bone saw.

Were they murdered?

One of them at least was.

Blunt-force trauma
to the female skull.

A blow to the back of the head

that was certainly enough
to kill a woman of her age.

Fourth-rib-phase analysis
suggests

that she was in her 70s.

ZIVA:
According to the DMV,
Marilyn Torrance was 58.

Women lie
about their age.

PALMER:
But this is her hand.

Not her head.

Well, maybe that's her head.

That's a man's skull.

Well, maybe you reassembled
the pieces incorrectly.

The problem is we can't
reassemble the pieces.

We don't have two

full sets
of remains.

We're missing pieces.

Yes, and these unrelated pieces,
well, they belong

to at least
three different people.

Three more bodies?

We're missing
a lot of pieces.

This is more than someone

just dumping two bodies.

I think you're looking
for a mass murderer.

What do you got, Abs?

Decaying flesh,
organs and human tissue.

The DNA confirms that...

Five different people.

Well, if you already
talked to Ducky,

there's not much
I can tell you.

You didn't
give me much

to work with, Gibbs.

There's barely
any blood.

The bodies were
probably drained.

So what, you think

we're looking for a vampire?
(chuckles)

There are traces of
cellulose, fiber,

common paper and string.

GIBBS:
The parts were wrapped.

Yeah, but they're too
degraded to get any
fingerprints off of.

There was one thing.

The screws
from the marble frontispiece.

They've been collecting rust
since the interment in 1978.

But look at the heads.

They're scratched.

That's from the screwdriver--
it dislodged the rust.

But look at the other crypts.

See the screws?

GIBBS:
Yeah. They're all rusted.

Except for these two crypts.

GIBBS:
Anson Gage, USMC, Colonel;
Raymond Dalton, U.S. Army.

Might be vandalism, but
it might be something.

DiNozzo.
Contact next of kin

and get permission to open
those two crypts. On it, boss!

Nice catch, Abby.

Yeah.

I couldn't help but notice
how quiet it is in here.

Where's the music?
I just wasn't in the mood.

Anything... you want
to talk about?

Why would there be?

Yeah, I don't know,
it's just that McGee said

that you weren't really
acting like yourself,

and so I thought...
So you guys have been
talking about me?

Yeah. No.

We're wondering if there
was anything bothering you.

You want to know
what bothers me?

It bothers me when people
gossip about other people

behind their backs.

Do you really think
that that is okay?

Yeah. 'Cause...

(laughs):
I mean, it's
the only way to gossip.

'Cause if we talked
about you in front

of your face, then that
would just be talking about you.

You know what, we're
just not gonna... we're
not gonna do that anymore.

Sorry.

Your aunt lived with you?

When she was in town, yes.

You're sure she was murdered?

Preliminary findings have been
inconclusive, Mr. Torrance,

but it's probable.

When was the last time
you saw her?

It's been almost
three months now.

And you never filed
a missing persons report?

Well, she does this.

She would meet a new man
with a yacht or a jet...

and disappear for a while.

We always expected
she would resurface eventually.

(crying):
Just never like this.

Um...

Here.

I know how difficult it is
to lose a person you care about.

Thank you.

Uh, we'll also need a list

of anyone who has
access to your home.

Contractors,
workmen, employees.

And also the names
of any of her travel companions

or associates.
Of course.

Thank you for coming in
so quickly.

If you learn
anything...

Please call.
As soon as
we know more.

They were really cut up.

Sorry.

It's a poor choice of words.

How many more of these
are we going to do?

Uh, at least five.

So pace yourself.

What do you mean
by that, McGee?

Nothing. Just, you know,
you got a little emotional

in there.

TONY:
I will meet you upstairs,
Miss Dalton, okay?

Okay.

McGEE:
Next of kin?

Abby thinks there might be more

body parts hidden in her
grandfather's crypt.
You talked to Abby?

Yeah, McGee.
I was right, wasn't I?

There's something wrong.

(sighs):
Let it go, probie.

Why?
Because

I'm pretty sure
it's something you did.

Well, what did I do?
Well, think
about it, probie.

I'm sure you'll come up
with something.

WOMAN:
I don't understand

what I'm supposed
to be looking at.

These photos are
of your grandfather's tomb.

I get that.

I assure you

this has nothing to do
with your grandfather.

How could it?
He's been dead
13 years.

I was at the funeral.
Right.

It's been tampered with, okay?

And we believe that, uh,
there's evidence hidden inside

relating to an ongoing
murder investigation.

What kind of evidence?

I run my own business,
Agent DiNozzo.

That means I'm losing
money every minute that
I have to spend here.

So why don't you just tell me

what it is
that you want from me?

(chuckles)

We need you to give us
permission to open it.

So if you could just sign...
these authorization forms.

My dad put me to work right
after my grandpa died.

You know the first lesson
that I learned?

What's that?

Don't sign any papers without
having a lawyer look at 'em.

That's a good lesson.

But if it's necessary,
we'll get a federal warrant.

Oh, that would be
much easier for me.

You should just do that.

Okay.

Anything else you need?

Just a federal warrant.

Great.

Company, boss.

Special Agent Gibbs.

Colonel Mann.

I got a call your case might be
venturing into CID territory.

That call was premature.

Really? Here I thought
it was four weeks overdue.

MANN:
I understand you were
denied permission

by the family to access
Colonel Dalton's crypt.

Got a warrant.

And that got my attention.

Why don't you fill me in.

Wouldn't want to make
a bad situation worse,

would you?

Don't look
so nervous, Jethro.

Do I look nervous?
No.

You actually look, um...

you look pretty good.

David, DiNozzo, perimeter.

Sure you don't want us
to help you in there, boss?

'Course not, 'cause if
you did, you would've said,
"David, DiNozzo, follow me."

Probie, stop it.

We're not
going anywhere.

Why? What'd I miss?

Not like you to leave
something unfinished.

The crime scene.

Ever worry
you're slipping?

No.

Any suspects yet?

Nothing concrete.

What does your gut say?

Theory is it's
an inside job.

But you don't like that.

So how else would he know

which crypts

are vacant?

Ah, read the
faceplates.

So the warrant didn't
exactly specify

what we're looking for here.

Well, it's best
to not have expectations.

It staves off
disappointment.

What are we hoping for?

You throw that "we" word around
pretty casually.

The last time someone tried to
remove one of these, it blew up

in his face.
Ah.

You might want to step back
a little bit.

Thank you for your concern.

(grunts)

I see what you mean.

Expectations.

TONY:
Gibbs did not look happy
to see her.

(laughs):
His body language suggested

he was not comfortable at all.

Eh, nothing makes
Gibbs uncomfortable.

Nothing job-related.

You think he ended it with her?

Assuming that
he started something.

I don't buy it.

Why not?
For one, she's
not a redhead.

People do change, Tony.

It's true-- even you
have a girlfriend.

I haven't changed.

Really? What about
the pretty girl in the office.

Natalie Dalton?
Well, you noticed
she was pretty,

but you didn't
flirt with her.

That would've been
unprofessional.

McGEE:
I don't know.

Might have gotten her
to sign the authorization.

Then we would not have
needed the warrant.

Then Colonel Mann
wouldn't have been here.

ZIVA:
And we would be inside
doing our job.

Like professionals.
All because

you don't flirt anymore.
Why is that?

Enough gossip, McGee.
Tony, you like

to talk about
everyone's private lives.

Talk, yes.

But I don't write entire
books about them, do I?

(mock gasp):
Does create a bit of a trust...

issue, McGee.

MAN:
Excuse me. Hi.

Am I able to go inside today?

ZIVA:
The mausoleum
is closed, sir.

Here it is.

Are you gonna let me in?

I think we should be clear
on the implications first.

You're interfering
with my investigation.

Is that what I'm doing?
Honestly, I'm not sure.

If there's evidence in here,

I'm gonna be obligated
to see this through to the end.

And if there's not?
Then I don't see

why my involvement
shouldn't end right here.

(incredulous laugh)

If you wanted to see me,

you didn't have
to manufacture a reason.

I follow the orders
of the United States Army,

even when they don't
exactly make sense.

You could've called.
So could you.

I distinctly remember
the last thing you said

as you were slinking
out of my bedroom...

I don't slink.

"I'll call you."
For the record,
I didn't think the last time

we saw each other was gonna be
the last time we saw each other.

Neither did I.

Well, here we are.

Lucky for us.

Call it fate.

You're just gonna
let fate decide

whether we go our separate ways?

Five bodies in total.

We've only
recovered portions.

You're hoping the rest

are in here.
Aren't you?

Honestly,

I'm not really sure.

That the answer
you're looking for?

If the bodies recovered
from the mausoleum were,

in fact,
the result of mass murder,

one might expect
a certain modicum

of consistency
in the manner of death.
One might.

Yes. And one
would be wrong. Shot,

stabbed, strangled,

bludgeoned,
and poor Miss Undetermined

Torrance. Three women,

two men, ages ranging from

19 to 70. Three
are Caucasian,

one Asian, and one black.

No common traits.
Not in life.

But the blood, however,
settled on different surfaces

on each of the bodies.

Her left thigh and back,

his chest and buttocks,
meaning....

The bodies
were moved repeatedly.

Precisely.

They were killed
and then moved

for some sort of preparation.

You can see the indentations
on the ankles

here and here, here.

Chain-link.

Yes. I believe
the bodies

were suspended and drained
prior to being, well,

there's only one
word for it.
Butchered.

We sent the tissue

samples to Abby.
Hopefully, she can...

(phone rings)

Speak of the devil.

What we have here is
paradoxical behavior.

On one side, we have...

An emotional,
unrestrained murderer

using whatever
means at hand.

Yes. And, on the other,
someone tidy, meticulous,

and almost flawless

in the way he dissected
these bodies.

That wasn't Abby.

That was the Director.
She wants to see you.

Both of you.

TONY:
As far as we can tell,

the only thing that brought
these people together

is how they were taken apart.

In addition to Marilyn Torrance,

we have a 19-year-old runaway
from Florida. He was shot.

30-year-old prostitute.

She was strangled.

No next of kin
on either of them.

Wade Carlin, 26-year-old
Georgetown graduate

from Michigan.
He broke off contact
with his parents

after his girlfriend dumped him
six months ago.

They thought he was Jack
Kerouac-ing around the country.

When, in fact,
he was stabbed to death

a few weeks after the breakup.

All missing persons cases.
All have led to nowhere.

Until now.

Gloria Grady,

age 72. Ducky says
she was the first victim.

Blunt trauma.

Only one relative-- her son,

Len Grady.

He was at James River.

With a bouquet of flowers.

Lilies. For who?

No record of any Grady
at James River.

Could be under
a different name.

Could be
a friend.

But lilies. They're feminine.

The kind you give
to a woman.

Like your mother.

Grady's mother.
I don't know your mother.

Could be visiting
his trophies.

Fits the classic profile:
30s, single, white.

We should tell Gibbs.

Yeah? Why don't we wait
till he gets out?

Unless you want
to be the one to
interrupt his meeting.

Campfire's over.

Okay. Well, thank you, Colonel.

I will get her back to you
as soon as possible.

Your superiors have agreed

to loan us your services
for the interim.

I trust that there's
not a problem with that?

No. Of course not,
Director.

As long as Special Agent Gibbs
continues to be forthcoming

with pertinent
information.

Agent Gibbs?

As long as she follows my lead,
I can't foresee a problem.

You two have worked cases
together successfully

in the past. Nothing's changed

to interfere
with that professional

relationship,
has there?

What do we have so far?

Four confirmed homicides.
Likely, five.

That's all you know?
I know we're wasting time

debating
jurisdictional protocol

and discussing
who's entitled to what.

Well, then, why don't
you get back to it?

Yeah. Thank you.

Um... Not you,

Colonel Mann.

I'd like to have
a private word with you.

Um... Breaking in a new pair?

No. I always wear these.
Why do I always wear these?

Let me see your shoes.
Okay.

Flat, sensible, functional.
Not very sexy, but....

But they do the trick.

What do I want
three-inch platforms?

I'm already five-ten.

I love these shoes...
just all wrong.

Wrong for who?

The tissue samples.

I don't follow.

You don't want to
hear about shoes.
You want to hear

about tissue samples.
Sure.

I ran the Torrance tissues
through the mass spec,

and I found abnormal levels
of chlorine.

Chlorine?
Yeah.

Like in a swimming pool.

TONY:
Len Grady's Website.

He's a jack-of-all-trades.
Basically,

a guy with a big van.

And a little
initiative.

Something
of an amateur entrepreneur.

That's not
easy to say.

Carpenter, plumber,
gardener, electrician,
TV installations,

snow shoveling....
But, most importantly,
pool cleaning.

That supposed to mean something?

Well, he's not just
any pool man. He's the
Torrances' pool man.

Grady's got his own key.

Heated. Indoor. Regular
monthly maintenance.

I looked into it.
Royalty checks

burning a hole in your pocket,
McGee?

Already tied Grady
to his mother.

Body number one.

And now Torrance.
Body number two.

Let's bring him in.

SHEPARD:
A lot of people

were pleased
to see Sharif off the streets.

My superiors
acknowledged your letter

of commendation. I want you
to know I appreciate it.

The two make
an effective team.

Gibbs and myself?

Well, it wasn't just a flash
in the pan, was it?

Your service at CID

is up in six months.

You must have started
considering life
after the military.

Yes. It has crossed my mind.

The question is how
to best serve your future.

Where the opportunity for

advancement lies.

It's not too early
for a cocktail, is it?

The sun must be down somewhere.

You drink bourbon?

No. Not regularly.

Spend enough time around Gibbs,
and you'll learn.

Believe me.

It's an acquired taste.

And when did you
first acquire it?

It's been a while.

But it's something
that stays with you though.

Nobody's home, Boss.

Neighbor said he went out
about an hour ago.

What do we do?

We wait.

Okay.

Colonel Mann still in
with the Director?

What do you think
they're talking about?

We wait... silently.

Okay.

I got him.

Len Grady?

Freeze!

Federal agents.

Up, up, up!

GRADY:
What? What?

Bachelor living.

Not every bachelor.

This guy's got a card
for everything.

"Len Grady, Painter."

"Len Grady, Fountain Design."

"Cottage cheese ceilings removed

and made smooth."

Anything with a blade on it,
we should get

to Abby.
Not really what she wants.

She's upset about her shoes.

Doesn't sound like Abby.

Wrong pair of shoes
can reduce a woman to tears.

She was crying?

Practically.

It's not the shoes.

Got something. Yep.

White paper package

tied with brown string.

What's that?

It's a pork chop.

Hear you got
our guy in there.
Maybe.

What?
Nothing.

It seems like you
were thinking something.

That's been known to happen.

Something about me.

Thought I recognized
your perfume.

I don't wear perfume.

Must have been something else.

GRADY:
So... can I just go ahead

and pay the fine
and get out of here?

Fine?

I know I shouldn't have cashed

my mother's
Social Security checks.

We're not the IRS.

She went missing last March.

She had dementia.

It was getting worse.
She must have

gotten out one day.

We're talking about
a person here, not a dog.

I keep hoping she'll come back.

You already know
where to find her.

How do I know that?

You went to visit her.

Brought her flowers.

My mother's at the cemetery?

What's left of her.
She was dismembered.

Look at his mind

spinning.

He's trying to figure out
how to play it.

I didn't do that.

I took care
of my mother.

I fed her.

I cleaned up after her.

You must have
been praying
for it to end.

I loved my mother!

Maybe you were right
the first time.

It must have been
like putting down a dog.

Only no one
ever noticed.

Getting away with it must have
been the real shocking part.

And a new
career is born.

You did it again...

and again.

Kelly Camarda, Wade...

MANN:
Something's not right.

What do you mean?

He looks relieved.

Gloria Grady.

Okay. Stop.

You have something
you want to tell us?

All these people
were chopped up?

That's disgusting.

What kind of person
do you think could do that?

I mean, you're
looking for a monster.

What do you want me to say?

It's not me.

What now?

Want me to do
a lie-detector test

or something?
You just did.

He's telling the truth.

You think I'm wrong?

No. But he was
relieved when

you connected her with
the rest of the bodies.

He has no feelings

about them at all.

Doesn't mean
he wasn't involved.
Maybe.

But that doesn't look like
a man who feels trapped.

That looks like a man who
knows he has a way out.

There's something
much worse than
Len Grady out there.

Only he knows what it is.

We've got to push Grady harder
to tell us what he knows.

He won't.

You think he's protecting
the real killer?

He's protecting himself.

MANN:
I can prove

that he's not
acting alone.

Trying to run down
Grady's van.

No luck so far.

MANN:
He was on foot
when you apprehended him.

So what did he do
with his ride?

And when did he do it?

After he spotted us
at the cemetery.

What, he just happened
to be visiting?

There's no such thing
as a coincidence.

Well, he wanted
information.

He was there to watch us.

But he got there
as quickly as I did,

so how did he know
about the investigation?

He's got a friend
on the inside.
Uh-huh.

One person's a psychopath,

two people's a conspiracy.

So who was he
talking to?

Grady doesn't leave here

until we know
everything about him.

You start with yesterday
and you work backwards.

Go.

Forensics?

Boss...
Yeah.

Um, if you're going
to go see Abby,

I think you should know
she's going through something...

I'm not going
empty-handed, McGee.

Gibbs.

And Lieutenant Colonel Mann.
Abby.

Can I interest you
in some knives?

I've got kitchen knives,
pen knives,

pocket knives,

Swiss army knives,
razor blades, X-acto blades,

scissors, saws, scalpels,
hedge clippers,

an adze, an awl,
a fish scaler

and even a golf-hole cutter.

All recovered from
Grady's pigsty?

Reflected in the care he used
to maintain his cutlery,

there's dings and nicks
and dull edges.

None of these correspond
to any of the precise incisions

used to dismember
the corpses.

For such a slob,

he certainly is careful
when it counts.

There wasn't a single trace
of human blood anywhere.

Human blood...

Your boy Grady is something
of a carnivore.

From the remnants
on his silverware,

I could pretty much tell you
every meal he had for a week.

Liverwurst, knockwurst,

pastrami, roast beef,
rack of lamb.

Which leads us to...

this.

MANN:
The pork chop
from his freezer.

Probably his next meal.

When I pull it up,
it gets really interesting.

It matches the incisions
on the bodies.

ABBY:
Tool mark analysis

isn't as precise as say
fingerprints or ballistics,

but I can conclusively tell you
that none of the blades

in Grady's possession
carved that pig.

Well, why would they?

He probably had it carved.

His partner's a butcher.

Don't you have work to do?

Look, it's not something

that you can fix in the classic
Gibbs hit-and-run style, okay?

I got time, Abs.

It's stupid.

It's just... a guy.

I'm not going to start
spilling my guts

just because you
keep standing here.

All right, apparently
I am too much for him.

Can you imagine that?

Me?

And it's not what you think.

It's not all this.

He likes...
he likes small women.

I got dumped 'cause
I'm too... too big.

And don't even bother

with the, "No, it's him.
He's too small."

or "If he can't accept you
for who you are

then it's his problem," thing.

He just doesn't think

that we could make it work

and I've done everything I can

to try to convince him
that he's wrong.

So I guess

I'm just going to have
to accept it.

And let it go.

Thanks, Gibbs.

You always know what to say.

TONY:
Metro P.D. responded
to the BOLO on Grady's van.

ZIVA:
So far 13 possibles
and counting.

McGee.

Supermarkets,
slaughter houses,

any place with a
butcher on site

within a 20-block radius
of Grady's residence.

MANN:
Narrow the search

to boutique shops.

They'd need
their privacy.

There's just one.

Just one?

Boutique butcher's
a dying industry.

Where?

Le Cochon, Mass Avenue.

All right, get
a list of employees,

owners past and present.

Let's roll.

Ms. Dalton.

DALTON:
I thought you said
you didn't need me.

What's your relationship
with Len Grady?

Len, he's my boyfriend.
Why? What's going on?

You told Grady you spoke
with us earlier?

Yeah, I mentioned it.

Is this about the investigation?

Where is Len?

In custody.

We suspect he's committed
at least five murders.

That's impossible.

Len would never hurt any...

Five?

At least.

Where's your freezer?

TONY:
Nothing in here, Boss.

Just pork, beef and lamb.

What else would there be?

Human blood.

Human?

What's in here?

It's a freezer I use
for overflow to store

geese and turkeys
in the holidays.

Got a key?

What kind of evidence
did you say that you found

in my grandfather's crypt?

Does Grady has access
to your store?

He's here all the time.

Look, this can't be
happening, okay?

There must be some kind of...

(gagging)

(retching)

He was a regular customer.

Every week like clockwork.

It was the only time that he
could get away from his mother.

He felt trapped.

I could tell that he needed
to get on with his life.

It started with
a few words

here and there.

And then...

before long we were...

Together.

Not fully, no.

We didn't trade keys until...

after she, uh, disappeared.

He learned your trade.

I taught him.

He always wanted
to try new things.

I never suspected that...

How could I not have seen it?

Love makes you blind.

DALTON:
No.

I must be some kind of monster.

Is she the monster
you were talking about?

No, she loves me.

How?

We're in love.

MANN:
Then she had to know
about it.

She had to know the real you.

She didn't do anything.

McGEE:
You're right.

She could have stopped you.

She should have stopped you.

If it was real.

She didn't know!

I hid it.
I hid everything.

Just leave her out of it.

Natalie!

I'm sorry!
I'm sorry, Natalie!

I'm so sorry!

(distantly):
I love you!
I love you so much!

I'm sorry!

Let's try this again.
Marilyn Torrance.

She was swimming in her pool.
I drowned her.

Wade Carlin.

Natalie was at
the wholesale market.

He came in for a sandwich.
I stabbed him.

She was a hooker.

I was lonely.
Natalie was out of town.

I strangled her.

And the kid was nobody.

Nobody. I just shot him.

You kept them in the freezer
for over a year.

Why'd you move the bodies?
Why did you move them?

He needed the space.

No one could stop me.

MANN:
You were gonna kill again.

He already did.

MANN:
What did you do with the body?

Doesn't matter.

Doesn't matter.

No, no... No. No!

No! Natalie!

(door closes)

Find the van.

Find the body.

Let her go.

Still at work?

Yeah, I was just catching up

on some things.

Cheek swabs.

Hey, your music's back on.

You're feeling good again.

Maybe not good.

Not yet.

But better.

You know how sometimes a guy

can get you all tied up inside.

Yes.

And then you can't
get the knots out?

Yes.

Well, it just really helped me
to talk things out with Gibbs.

You know, unknot the knots.

'Cause even if you
don't let it show,

people can still tell.

So, you know, if you ever want

to talk about
Lieutenant Sanders...

I liked him.

He died.

And what else is there to say?

Well, I am glad you feel better.

MANN:
With the right partner,

you can make the perfect,
monster , huh?

Give me a little
old-time romance.

(laughing)

Someone's got hidden
skeletons of his own.

If I ever find myself
in a dire situation,

the proverbial body
I need to get rid of...

I think I would tell you.

Yeah?
Yeah.

What makes you think
I wouldn't turn you in?

If there's one thing you're
good at, Jethro, it's
keeping your mouth shut.

You made the right call
letting the girl go.

Seems you always
make the call

when it involves a case.

Son of a...

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