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Getting late, huh?

Yeah.

If this goes any
further tonight,

we're going to have to
go back to your place.

At least, when
my mom passes,

I inherit the house.

Good to know.

Becky told me
that you don't say much.

Don't worry.

That's a quality
I value in a woman.

Would you excuse me?

I'm gonna freshen up.
Sure.

I'll be right here.

Again.

BARTENDER:
You got it.

Rough night?

Blind date.

On a boat.

Nowhere to go.

Overboard.

[laughs gently]

Should I call the coast guard?

No need.

I am the
coast guard.

CGIS Special Agent
Abigail Borin.

First Lieutenant Jeremy Nolan.

Agent Borin,

if your date continues
to get worse,

will I see you back here?

Safe bet.

Good.

MAN:
There you are.

Thought I lost ya.

No chance of that.
[chuckles]

[gunfire]What was that?!

[gunfire continues,
people screaming]

Get down!

[people screaming, clamoring]

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2:00 a.m. on a Friday night.

In a parallel universe,

the Tony DiNozzo that
didn't become a cop is

walking out of a bar
with a beautiful lady

he doesn't know
the name of... yet.

How romantic.As romantic

as your...
Cuban Casanova?

He's not Cuban.
Oh.

Must be tough.

Make time for each other.

You're stuck here,

finishing case
reports, and he's

frolicking in the Miami sun.

He travels... a lot.

Which is why I'm
using comp time

to take three days off next week

to go see him.

You can't do that.

Why not? We're adults.No, not that.

You can't use
comp time for days off.

According to the
OPM guidelines, I can.

Tony, how long have you
been a senior field agent?

I just never thought

there was anything very useful
in those things.

"Even though
NCIS employees

"are salaried, any
scheduled overtime hours

"must be compensated monetarily

"or with...

time off."
Yeah, I was

actually told that
they prefer us

to take the time off.

Well, no one told me!

They just send
me the money.

Then what are you
complaining about?

I don't need more money.

I need more time.

Just think of
all the women

I could've dated.

I would rather not.

Respectfully dated.

But it's never too late.

What are you doing?!

Tallying up my overtime.

Aw, you got more coming, Skippy.

Grab your gear.

TONY: Got another
all-nighter?

You can sleep
when you're dead.

I need this area kept
clear of passengers,

even if they claim
to be my date.

Mm-hmm.Mm-hmm.

Agent Gibbs.
Agent Borin.

We gotta stop
meeting like this.

You mean when NCIS takes
over one of my cases.

My call was a courtesy,
not an invitation.

Body trumps boat.

That's a nice dress.

Are you cold?

Tried to give him CPR.
And no.

The, uh, gift shop was
all out of pantsuits.

Unless you'd rather
just go home.

And let you have
all the fun?

Don't think you're
getting rid of me

that easily, Gibbs.

I didn't.

Not only was I on the boat

at the time of the murder,

I was the last person
to see the victim alive,

so I'm here for
the long haul.

Glad to have you onboard.

Our victim is
Marine Lieutenant Jeremy Nolan.

He was having dinner

with his sister
and uncle.

Metro PD's got them

up on the deck, along with
the rest of the passengers.

You got a murder weapon?

It's likely at the
bottom of the river.

But none of the passengers have
been allowed to disembark.

Which means that our killer
could still be onboard.

Mm-hmm.

Navy looks good on you, Borin.

TONY:
Ladies and gentlemen,

excuse me.

If I could have
your attention.

Thank you.

I know it's been a long night.

Consider it your murder mystery

dinner theater on the Potomac.

It was dinner.

Now it's breakfast.

Well, looks like Colonel
Mustard was killed

on the deck
with a lead pipe,

maybe lead bullets, and...

[with Poirot-like accent]:
only by interrogating

each and every one of you
individually...

"can we hope to see the light."

[clears throat]

It's Albert Finney,
doing, uh, Hercule Poirot--

1974's Murder on
the Orient Express.

[clears throat]

Well, the murderer very well
could be with us now,

so, excuse me--

can I please have you
all take your seats;

we will get to you
one by one.

Thank you.

Jeremy just got back
from Afghanistan.

This was meant to be

a celebration to
welcome him home.

Kimberly and I are
Jeremy's only family.

And you're Lieutenant
Nolan's uncle.

Yes. Wayne Grossman.

Look, we already told all
this to Metro Police.

It's just
Jeremy survived

18 months overseas,
only to be gunned down

four days after
he came home.

Kimberly, were you with
your brother the entire night?

Yes.

Until he went to get
a drink from the bar.

[text message chiming]KIMBERLY: Oh, no.

The paparazzi already
know about Jeremy.

They're outside
the marina now.

Paparazzi?!

For a Marine lieutenant?

And me.

You didn't recognize
our last name?

McGEE:
Oh, you're the

Kimberly Nolan.

TheKimberly Nolan.

Looks like he tried to

crawl out of the line of fire.

Well, it's too little,
too late.

Damage was
already done.

Well, he seemed
like a nice guy.

Guess it's true
what they say--

all the good
ones are taken.

Or dead.

Well, that's what I meant,
you know-- taken.

He's not really
my type, anyway.

What, rich and famous?

Well, that never hurts.

Why?

Because the
lieutenant

was both.

Jeremy Nolan is the only son

of the late Jack Nolan.

Didn't know he was
one ofthoseNolans.

BORIN: The family's
worth millions.

And yet, our victim

walked away from
the family business

to become a Marine.

Guess he was one
of the good ones.

McGee. You awake?

[clears throat]

I'm sorry, boss. Yes.

Never quite get used
to these extra hours.

I don't know how you and
Agent Borin stay so, uh...

Peppy?

No, no, no.

Uh, it's just that...

you two have a lot in common.

Like what?

BORIN:
Coffee?

Did you bring
cream and sugar?
No.

Stopped off at
the office.

Got some info
on our dead Marine.

Mm!

Yuck.

Now, boss, victim is
Lieutenant Jeremy Nolan.

He was commissioned
three years ago.

Nolan was being groomed to
take over the family business.

Kid chose the battlefield
over the boardroom.

It's a choice his
father took personally.

Apparently, the two
never spoke again.

His father cut him
out of the will

and his family fortune.

Hell of a way to thank him
for serving his country.

Jack Nolan died six months
ago, from a heart attack.

He started the company
in his backyard.

Now Nolan Radar Systems
is one of the country's

biggest aviation
suppliers,

which makes them a very wealthy,
very well-known family.

Yeah, then the
sister went viral.

What'd she have?

Uh, not "sick" viral,
Internet viral.

Yeah. Leaked sex tape
spread across the Internet.

Do you want to see it?No.
No.

GIBBS:
Enemies?

BORIN:
None.

Nolan outworked
every lieutenant

in his battalion;
guy stacked up

citations like it
was cordwood.

Probably trying to prove that
he deserved to be there.

Somebody wanted him dead.

Dinner boat.

Yes, boss.

Ran backgrounds on
all of the passengers.

No connections to
our victim or this family.

Nice work, McGee.

Tony and Ziva
are interviewing

the last of them now.

MAN:
It's Steve.

Steve Mehlman.

She hasn't mentioned me?

We were really
hitting it off.

You and Agent Borin?Oh, yeah.

Is it all right if
I hit the head now?
Oh!

Agent Borin's a lucky lady.

Don't worry, Ziva,
you'll find your Mehlman.

If you do, run.

I've been avoiding him
since last night.

Anything from
the interviews?
There was

no sign of the murder weapon
anywhere onboard,

and, uh, no positive

GSR tests.

So our shooter wore gloves
and changed clothes.

Witnesses?
No one saw

what happened on deck.

Any good news?

Yeah.

A couple remembers seeing
a man in a Marine uniform

get into an argument with

a member of
the boat's waitstaff.

And that happened
about, um,

10 minutes before the gunshots.

Just before I met
Nolan at the bar.

We're on our way
to I.D. the crewmember,

using the couple's description.

In the meantime, what
about the other passengers?

Long as you know
where to find them,

let them go.

Finally...

So, uh...

want me to drive you home?

Celebrities
have always existed--

from promiscuous monarchs
to Roman gladiators.

In fact, when the Olympians
returned home victorious,

they used to take out
a section of

the city walls,
so that the athletes

wouldn't have to...

pass through the same gate
as mere mortals.

These days, however,
fame is more easily obtained.

Anyone with enough money and
a lack of self-respect

can become famous
just by being famous.

We've gone from
Socrates to Snooki.

You know, I-I can understand you
wanting to distance yourself

from such a frivolous lifestyle.

Marines are as far as
it gets, Duck. Bullets?

Both are
nine-millimeters.

And judging by these
trajectories, both were

fired from an
unusually low angle.

The shooter must have

positioned himself
below his victim.

Possibly crouched.

Lying in wait.

Lack of gunshot
residue on his

skin or clothing

indicates that
the shots were fired

from at least 20 feet away.

No exit wounds?

No.
Which suggests

low-powder, low-velocity
rounds were used.

Which makes putting
two in his chest

at that distance quite a feat.

I'm impressed.

Military training.

Perhaps.

Jethro, did you know

that apart from being one of the

greatest marksmen in history,

Herb Parsons was also
a champion duck-caller.

No.

I didn't know that, Duck,

'cause I don't know
who that is.

But if you get
anything else...

Duck, call.

What the hell am I doing here?

I told you I didn't kill anyone.

Well, you are a waiter
on the boat, Doug.

We got witnesses
saying that, uh...

you guys almost
came to blows.

What happened, you take away
his plate prematurely?

Maybe he was planning on
finishing that salmon pâté.

Don't talk down to me, man.

An ex-Marine like yourself
should be used to that.

No such thing as an ex-Marine.

I beg to differ, Doug.

'Cause you got served
the big chicken dinner,

didn't ya?

Bad-conduct discharge.

That's not good.

What did you do?

[papers rustling][laughing]: Oh, no!

Striking a
superior officer?

That's a numbskull move, Doug.

What was he like?

I bet he talked down
to you a lot.

Doesn't mean
I killed anyone.

I guess not.

But you do own a
nine-millimeter, don't ya?

And you got
a bad temper.

Nine-millimeter--

that's the same caliber
as the murder weapon.

Marines who actually complete
a tour of duty, Doug,

they get awfully
thirsty--

the desert and stuff.

What happened,
did you forget to refill

Lieutenant Nolan's water glass?

Stop talking to me like that!

Stop lying to me like that.

So I recognized the rich
son of a bitch,

and I called him out
on being a glory hound.

That a crime?

He gave up a pretty cushy life

to go and join the Marines,
you know that?

We all give
something up.

Thousands of Marines
deploy every year

and put their lives on the line.

The hell makes him
any different?

So you killed Lieutenant
Nolan to prove what?

I told him his
joining up was a stunt.

But I walked away.

Out on deck.

I was on the opposite side
of the boat.

I heard shots...

but I didn't see anything.

Say, listen, you don't mind
if I run ballistics

on your nine-millimeter, do you?

I didn't kill Nolan!

Well, somebody
on the boat did.

You're our prime suspect.

Congratulations, Doug!

I hope he left you a big tip.

Agent Abby! Welcome back.

Here... my
condolences.

Sympathy card.

My condolences on
the loss of Sonny Lee,

the mascot for the Coast Guard
station at Norfolk?

The cocker spaniel
that died two weeks ago?

Right.

Thanks. How did you
even hear about that?

Oh, I'm on an e-mail list
for military service animals.

Gibbs, did you know that

the Coast Guard has
a long tradition

of having an animal mascot
on the ship with them?

And the mascots are so beloved
that they're enlisted.

They have their own service
and medical records,

sometimes even
their own bunk.

It's cool, huh?

How come NCIS
doesn't have a mascot?

We do, Abb.

You.

Oh!

Okay...

So...

I have been trying to recreate

the shooting on the boat deck.

Using the information
from Ducky,

I built a 3-D model
of our victim,

with corresponding
bullet trajectories.

Mm-hmm, and?
And...

it makes no sense.

I can't figure out

where the shooter
was standing.

The angle of the bullets

is too severe
to allow the shots

to come from more
than 20 feet away.

There wasn't enough room
on the boat deck.

ABBY:
Right.

No matter how
I line this up,

there's no place
on that boat

that can explain
the angle and the distance

of the bullets' trajectory.

Killer wasn't on the boat.

But using this
trajectory, the shots

would've had to come
from the water itself.

The surface
of the water.

Our shooter wasn't
on the dinner boat.

He was on a second boat.

[sighs]

McGEE: You need something,
Agent Borin?

Coffee? Nutter Butter?
Aspirin?

There's only one thing
giving me a headache, McGee.

And I deserve it.

What's that?
The fact that
I can't remember

seeing a second boat
last night.

I'm a trained
CGIS investigator.

Well, you were
attending to a dying Marine.

"Never make excuses"
is rule number one.

You should write that down.

I would, but rule number one's
already been taken. Twice.

So who are these people?

Friends?
Oh, I don't think

he has any friends.

Maybe Mike Franks or

Fornell, but...
GIBBS:
Butt out, McGee.

Butt off my desk, Borin.

Talked to the captain
of the dinner boat.

He doesn't remember
seeing any other craft

in the area at the time
of the shooting.

So, if our shooter was
on a second boat,

how would
they know that

Jeremy Nolan was going to be
on deck at that exact time?Could have been

at the wrong place
at the wrong time.You think maybe

Nolan wasn't the target?

Well, let's find
the other boat and find out.

Boss, got something here.

Not about our mystery boat,

but about
our victim.

Lieutenant Jeremy Nolan
just showed up

in the Metro Police system
on an assault charge.

BORIN:
Who assaulted him?

No one.

The charge was
against Jeremy Nolan.

It was filed
three days ago.

So, just after he got
back from Afghanistan.

According to the report, charges
were dropped the next day.

Well, that's fast.

Who was the attorney?

McGEE: The uncle--
Wayne Grossman,

lead counsel for
Nolan Radar Systems.I guess our Marine

hadn't completed severed

all ties with his
family business

or their influence.

Send Tony. Send Ziva.

Wonder how the private sector's

benefit package
compares to ours?

Can we discuss your package
another time, Tony?

TONY:
Ah, Mr. Adams.

Special Agents DiNozzo,
David; NCIS.

Please, sit down.

Wow.

Pretty fancy.

Looks like business
is booming.

It is.
It's hard to believe

a company this big is
still owned and operated

by the Nolan family.

So, you're not a part
of the family?

No, but...
you might say adopted.

I started out in the
warehouse when I was 15.

Mr. Nolan sort of
took me under his wing.

And now you're
the president?

CFO.

I run the business side
for the family.

Kimberly, Jeremy's sister,
is on the board,

but it's more of a
ceremonial position.

And Jeremy?

Jeremy wanted
to serve his country.

Joined the Marines
a few years ago.

Good kid-- I'd do
anything for him.

Including dealing with
his assault charge?

No. That would be
my purview.

Hello, Mr. Grossman.Sorry I'm late.

ZIVA:
So what happened?

While Jeremy was
in Afghanistan,

a man named Devin Lodge
started dating Kimberly.

Lodge is a spoiled
little punk.

Devin Lodge and Jeremy
attended Princeton together.

They never liked
each other very much.

Not even back then.

Why is that?Because the guy's a bully

and Jeremy's the only
one who ever s...

Lodge slapped Kimberly around.

Tabloid published some photos.

When Jeremy got
home last week...

Jeremy had a little...
chat with Devin.

A chat?He threw
a single punch.

The charges have
been dropped.

Do you think Lodge retaliated
by killing Jeremy?

Well, you'd have to
talk to him about that.

Agent Borin and I are
going through all the photos

that were taken with
the confiscated cameras

from the dinner
boat cruise.

People take a lot
of pictures of their food.

Hoping to catch
something on film.

And we did.

There was an
engagement party

right next to a
row of windows.

Since everybody'sgot
a camera-phone now,

we got a photo taken

right before Nolan was shot.

We can see
out the window.

Yep.

That's how we
found our mystery boat.

Or part of it.

Enough to identify
the make and model.

She didn't even have to
use a computer, Gibbs.

It was the fishing tower
of a 20-foot TidalNav--

a very fast
sports fishing boat.

And popular.

I already have
my office pulling

all TidalNav registrations in
the DC area.

Abbs-es...
that is good work.

♪

Whoa. Hold on.

How did you two
get in here?

We used these.

We're looking for Devin Lodge.

And don't say he's not here,
or we'll have to card everybody.

BOUNCER:
Back table. By the restroom.

Thank you, sir.
Thank you.

WOMAN:
I don't want to talk about it.

Well, I do, okay?Let go, let go of me!

It hurts! Ow!

Stop being a bitch.

Stop.
Come on!

Get off, ow!

[Lodge groans, shouts]

That is not a nice word.

Who the hell are you?

TONY:
NCIS.

Kimberly, want someone to
help you out of here?

No, thank you. I'm fine.

TONY: Ladies, could you
give us a second?

I need a moment alone.
With you.

Do you have any
idea who I am?

Well, that is a penetrating
philosophical question, Devin.

Didn't take you
for a thinker.

Yeah, well, is that your
job here-- the Thinker?

Do you own a boat
like this one?

Like that?

No.
[wry chuckle]

But a fabulously wealthy
guy like you

could get his hands on
pretty much anything, right?

Where were you
last night at 12:30?

LODGE:
Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.

Is this about, uh,
Jeremy's murder?

Hey, come on.

He did punch that
pretty little
puss of yours.

Yeah, well, the jarhead had
a bad temper, all right?

Heard the same
thing about you.

Well, I guess you heard
that we hated each other.

Oh, okay.

And that he hated the fact

that I was dating
his sister even more.

I didn't kill
the guy, all right?

So why don't you two leave,

before I get my very expensive
lawyers involved?

You get anyone you
want involved.

I'm going to ask you
one more time:

Where were you
last night at 12:30?

Buddy, I'm Devin Lodge.

You want an alibi
for last night?

Do your jobs.

Go outside, find out from one of
the camera monkeys where I was.

They follow me 24/7.

McGEE: Boss, uh, Coast Guard
sent over all the registrations

for the TidalNav
boats in the area,

all 394 of them.Start running
'em, Tim.

GIBBS:
DiNozzo.

Checking into
the paparazzi, boss.For being everywhere,

they're surprisingly
difficult to track down.

BORIN: Kind of like
termites or roaches.

GIBBS: Find one with
film on Devin Lodge.

Gibbs! I found something!

[slams into desk]Ow!

Ow, ow.You okay?

Yeah. Ouch.

Uh, blood.

Are you bleeding?No. No, no.

There's a blood anomaly from

the crime scene.
Okay, blood results.

On the left, this is from
our victim, Lieutenant Nolan.

And the second one?No idea.
Turns out the swab

used at the crime scene,

it mixed two blood samples,
contaminating them.

I didn't know, at first,
until I started getting

too many restrictive fragment
length polymorphisms...

English, Abbs.There was

a second person wounded
on the deck when Nolan was shot.

A second victim?

Maybe.
GIBBS:
How long until

you I.D.
the second blood source?

Well, it's tricky,
you know?

The traces were small,
and the blood samples

were commingled.Abbs, go, get started.

I knew you were gonna say that.

Borin.

[man speaking
indistinctly over phone]

Where?

[man speaks indistinctly]

Thanks.

Coast Guard patrol boat
just pulled another body

out of the Potomac.

I hope it's the body
we're looking for.

BORIN: Swabbing for gunshot
residue, Dr. Mallard?

Yes. And the other Abby
will let me have the result.

How long do you think
he was in the water?

Oh, it's difficult
to determine.

The tarp in which he was wrapped
was nearly watertight.

The water was about 40 degrees.

He was basically refrigerated.

But if I had
to approximate,

I'd say this
man was killed

shortly after our lieutenant
was shot on the dinner boat.

Cause of death?

The bullet that I took from his
brain is a good candidate.

That looks like a .22.

Mm.

Bullet,

back of the head,
close range.BORIN: Execution.

After he was shot,

the killer wrapped his body
in a plastic tarp

and then weighed it down
with barbell plates.It didn't sink.

DUCKY: Yeah, well,
the wrapping was nicely done,

but the bow slipped.Body popped up,

drifted downstream
before it was fished out.

[sighs]

You got anything else, Doc?

When I was removing

his clothing, I found these
in one of his pockets.

Nine mills.

I believe the expression
is "policing one's brass."

That's the same caliber used
to kill Lieutenant Nolan.

But tarp man here
was shot with a .22.

So...

you thinking what I'm thinking?

I think tarp man was a pro,
hired to kill Nolan,

and that he got a bullet
instead of a bonus.

[sighs]

[clicking pen]

[chuckles]

That's crazy.

Did you catch that
in your sleep?

Do you use sonar?

That is why it's
called a "bat nap."

[pen whips air]Whoa!

[groans]
See?

Completely refreshed.

I wish I could say the same.

Oh, cheer up,
McDrowsy.

Think of all the sweet
overtime we're accruing.

At this rate,

we might, uh, get
to retire early.

I can arrange that, DiNozzo.

Got an idea
on the floater, boss.

Kyle Dansby,

34, hails from Wheeling,
West Virginia.

Dansby has a rap sheet
dating back to 2000,

assault and battery,

and the FBI has
investigated him twice

for possible
murder-for-hire jobs.

He was their prime suspect.Well, I guess

they don't have
to worry about that now.

McGee?
Yeah.

Potomac. Body.

Ah. Yes, sir. Uh...

well, based on where
Dansby's body was found,

we should be able to...

Trace it back
to where he was dumped.

I-I got this one, McGee.

Okay, a patrol boat

recovered Dansby's
body here--

the inlet at Potomac
River Waterfront Park.

Uh, the river runs
towards the Chesapeake

at a rate of two miles an hour,
would have hit

incoming tidal flow--

uh, McGee, can you
zoom in, please?

Thank you.

Now, the body
would have

stayed along the bank,

means it had
to have been dumped here--

National Harbor.

McGee, you're up.

Cross-referencing
National Harbor

with our list
of TidalNavs.

Well, we have three

in that vicinity.

Well, you're not gonna believe

who one of them's
registered to.

Make me believe, McGee.

It's a holding company
which is owned by
Devin Lodge's family.

Go back there.

Get him.McGEE:
According to

his latest Twitter update,
he is "still crunk at da club."

May be code
for something.
TONY:
Yeah.

Hedonism.

♪

Knock, knock.

[clears throat]

Oh, really?

[Lodge groans]

Are we gonna
have a problem?

Looks like it, Gossip Guy.

You look cute, doll.

[woman screams]

The paparazzi's
gonna love this.

How do I look, Ziva?

♪

All right...

ask your dumb questions.

Go ahead, while
you two still have a job.

We can't ask you any questions
until you sober up.

Oh, I'm waiving my rights.

Yeah.
Ask me anything you want.

I got nothing to hide--
but I would

love to see what
you are hiding

under that jacket, princess.

What is this, like,
reverse Darwinism?

You rich guys, 'cause you
don't have to hunt or gather,

your brain atrophies?

Out of my way, jackass.

You know, you're
blocking my view.

Excuse me.

So...

what are you doing next week?

Testifying at
your preliminary hearing.

Oh, that doesn't sound fun.

True or false:

you hired this guy to kill
Nolan and then you shot him

so that, uh, he
couldn't talk.

Gross. False.

Come on, you guys
can't be serious.

We did not find anyone
to confirm your alibi.

TONY: In fact...
you seem to have slipped

under the paparazzi's radar

for four hours
during the night of the murder.

Where'd you go?

Me? I, you know,
I don't know.

I don't remember.

McGEE:
Tony.

Ooh.

[sighs]

Got a bit of
a problem.

There's a reason we
couldn't find paparazzi footage

of Devin Lodge from
the night of the murder.

It's because the one guy
that had it just sold it

for $50,000
to ZMZ Celebrity News.

Oh, she looks familiar.

That's 'cause she's
Senator Baxley's

17-year-old daughter.

What does this prove?

McGEE: The paparazzi guy
that took this footage

followed Lodge,
then waited for them outside...

for four hours.

He's got an alibi
for both murders.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, I thought
you just said I had an alibi.

Why are you arresting me?

For having sex
with a minor.

Ooh, she...
told me she was 18?

That's what Fatty
Arbuckle said.

[drawer slams]

Thanks, Tony.

Anytime.No time like now.
Let's go.

What do we got?

Time-stamp on Devin Lodge's

paparazzi footage
is too legit to quit, boss.

ZIVA:
He did not shoot

our dead hit man.

And we checked his phone,
text and banking records--

doesn't look like

he hired Dansby either.

Yeah, it is
unfortunate, but, uh,

we got nada.

Well, somebody get something!

[computer chirps]

Boss, I got something.

My guys never do that.

Get yourself some new guys.

Probate closed at midnight
on Jack Nolan's estate.

Guess who just became

the world's wealthiest Marine.

Posthumously.

Lieutenant Jeremy Nolan.

Yep, according
to court records,

the father changed his will
just prior to his death.

Guess Dad had a
change of heart.

So now a dead guy owns
the entire company.

Not exactly.

According to filings with
the Registry of Commerce,

Jeremy Nolan was about to
convert the entire company

from a private corporation
into a charitable foundation.

Wonder who stood to
lose if that happened.

Is this a record?

Mm. No.

We don't talk
about the record.

It got ugly.

Okay, here we go.

Nolan Radar Systems' in-house
counsel, Wayne Grossman.

Guess who he once defended?

Anyone? Anyone?

Abbs, hit the key.

Drum roll.

Family lawyer
defended our hit man?

Yep. When he was just
out of law school, and

Dansby had just started
getting into trouble.

That's thin.

I agree, but as his

former lawyer,

Grossman would have intimate
knowledge about Dansby.

And who better to call

if you want someone
whacked, than a whacker?

Circumstantial.

What else you
got, Abb?
Um, I have a print

lifted off the boat
Tarp Man used to shoot Nolan.

You can put Adams
on the exact boat

that was used
for the murder?

Yeah, him and a slew of other
friends and business associates.

Adams had been on
that boat before?

Many times.

Those rich families--
they all socialize together.

So Adams' prints
on the boat means...

It means
absolutely nothing.

But wait. There's more.

And by more,
I mean less.

Lieutenant Nolan's sister
Kimberly--

She's out of
a $300,000-a-year

job as a board member.

You're right.
That's nothing.

What about the blood?

I'm running
the last possible test I can

to get a pure result, but Gibbs,
if the blood is compromised,

I won't get a reliable
I.D. from the sample.

[computer trills]

With no evidence, we're
gonna need a confession.
Yeah.

The killer's not gonna confess.

No.So what are we gonna do?

We're gonna
break rule number one.

Never make excuses?

Never put suspects together.

You think you can get your hands
on a key to a TidalNav,

Agent Borin?

I do.

It's very late,
Agent Gibbs.

I hope
this has something

to do with catching
Jeremy's killer.

Yeah. Me, too.

What is that?

BORIN: Well, I'm glad
you asked, Mr. Adams.

You should take a look.

Pick it up.

It's a key.

BORIN:
It's a key to the boat

that Dansby used
to kill Lieutenant Nolan.

GIBBS:
Fingerprint belongs

to you, blood
belongs to Dansby.

That's impossible.
I didn't kill him.

Key says you did.

Where did you find it?

Where did you leave it?

Don't say another word.

Give me the key.

I'm legal counsel
for these people.

You talk to me.
You don't talk to them.

Okay.

Let's start with

how you knew Dansby
before Jeremy's murder.

How much did he charge you
to kill Lieutenant Nolan?

[laughs]

This is absurd.

We're leaving.

Not yet.

How about you,
Kimberly?

You're being
very quiet over there.

And we just accused
these two men

of killing your brother.

You have anything...

you want to say?

Want to have
a look?

Aren't you warm?

I'm fine.

Really?

That fire

makes this room all toasty, and
you still got your fur coat on.

I said I'm fine.

Really?

Pick it up.

Why?

All right, that's enough.

What's the
matter, Kimberly?

You afraid of
a little water?

I just lost my brother.

His killer is out there.

You're right.

[gasping in pain]:
Oh... God...

I said, st-stop!

[groans]

[sighs]

You're lucky
the bullet only nicked you.

Do something.

Jeremy was standing right next
to you when he was shot.

You saw the bullet
tear into his body.

Must have been hard
to watch your brother die.

I... I...

I didn't want to do it.

They threatened me.

They said if I, if I didn't
get Jeremy out onto the deck,

they were gonna kill me.

Please...
Liar.
Whoa.

She's lying.
It was all her idea.

But he's the one who
arranged the hit man.

You're the one who put a bullet
in Dansby's head.

Prove it.
Family.

Fine.

All right.

[keypad beeping]

KIMBERLY [on phone]:
I can't believe this.

We can't let him get away
with it.

I don't care
if we have to kill him.

He's giving it all away!

ADAMS:
I agree, but we'll have to do it
before he converts the company.

[phone beeps off]

You really think
I was dumb enough

not to record every conversation
we had in this room?

I want to talk
to the prosecutor right now.

Yeah, go ahead.

Cut your deal.
You know

I'm the only one
in Jeremy's will.

You're under arrest,
all of you.

GIBBS:
Get up.
[gasps in pain]

Hmm. What's wrong?

It's 8:00
in the morning, boss.

Yeah, man.
Starting time.

Boss, we haven't been
to sleep yet.

Well, hell, go home.

[phone ringing]Sleep-- it's way, way overrated.

Don't you think, Gibbs?

GIBBS:
I think you're right.

Borin.

MAN [on phone]:
Boss, we got another event...Slow down, Omagi.

Where?

Call Choi, and tell her

to prep the lab.

I'll meet you there in 30.

Dead body
on a yacht in Baltimore.

So, same time next year, Gibbs?

We'll see.

Borin?

Thank you.

Captain, can I help you?

I'm looking
for the person in charge

of Lieutenant Jeremy Nolan's
murder investigation.

That'd be me--

Special Agent Gibbs.

Might want
to know about this.

Could be pertinent
to your case.

Jeremy Nolan's will?

Revised...will.

He had me redraft it

while we were serving
together over in Kandahar.

GIBBS:
You're a lawyer?

Still have a successful
firm in Chicago, sir.

But that doesn't mean I
can't still serve my country

as a reservist.

No, it doesn't.

Jeremy and I had
a lot in common.

Got to be good friends.

A good man.

Good Marine.

He took his sister
out of the will?
Yes.

And he had me draw up articles
of corporate conversion

turning the company into
a nonprofit foundation.

Left everything to charity?

I heard about what happened,
I thought it might be...

motive?

Hope you catch
his killer, sir.

Yeah. Thanks, Captain.

Captain?

We did get him.

Captain's sacrifice inspire you
to give up your comp time, Tony?

No.

I just realized
I have three weeks

of comp time coming to me.

[laughing]: I can't take
that much time off.

Why not?

Because

someone else would get
temporarily assigned to my desk.

Afraid your replacement
will outshine you?

No.

But, you know,

Bledsoe goes down,

and all of a sudden,
there's Tom Brady, and

he's got Gisele B ndchen.

DiNozzo, the game's
never over.

Go on.

All of you.

Get out of here.

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