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I am here
in Shenandoah State Park.

Oh, and that's beautiful.

Wow!

He did that? You're kidding.
No, I'm not.

Well, I wouldn't put it
in my romantic column, Deb.

-Well I don't know.
-I mean, it's definitely kinky.

Maybe affectionately odd, but

I mean, I don't find anything romantic
about having sex with...

-I'll call you back later.
-Okay, bye.

Sex with a what?

-None of your business.
-Another woman?

-Go back to your desk, Tony.
-Another man?

- I told you.
-Some kind of root vegetable?

You're disgusting.

Wasn't me having a conversation
about kinky sex, Kate.

It was a private conversation, Tony,

something you seem to have
a difficult time with.

If I'd been having that conversation,

you'd accuse me
of being a Neanderthal.

Well, that doesn't require
a conversation, Tony.

You know what I think, Kate?

I think there's a secret side to you.
A Spike Steele video kind of side.

Keep it hidden under your mattress?

Leave now.

You're a Spike Steele fan,
aren't you, probie?

-What, the porn star?
-No, the physicist.

No, not really. He looks kind of sleazy.

Actually, he looks a little bit like Tony.

Oh, you have no idea
how much he looks like me.

Kate, how do you know
what he looks like?

I saw him on the news
when he was arrested a few years ago.

Really?

Spike Steele's real name
is Jay McMann.

And according to the
National Crime Database,

he's never been arrested. Ever.

What're you waiting for, DiNozzo?

-Gas the truck.
-I knew that.

-McGee, get Ducky.
-What am I telling him, boss?

We have a dead Marine
in Shenandoah River State Park.

Come on. Let's go.

Sergeant William Moore.
Call came in from his wife.

The friend?
-Sergeant Roger Caine.

All camping together.

This morning they were
going to hike this trail.

Sergeant Moore went ahead early
to film the sunrise.

When they couldn't find him,
they called us.

Early in the morning,
it's really slippery up here.

Sergeant lost his traction and slipped.

Are you a trained investigator,

Ranger Kett?

Been working this park five years,
Agent Gibbs.

It's as treacherous as it comes up here.
Seen a lot of hikers go over.

This hiker was a Marine.

Yeah, well,
this Marine slipped and fell to his death.

-You said he was filming.
-That's what his wife said.

-No sign of the camera.
-Me and my team can take it from here.

I wonder
what happened to McGee.

Probably passed out on the side
of the trail sucking his thumb.

-He joined a gym, you know.
-Is that right?

Wait up!

He should get his money back.
Where the hell you been?

Ducky needed some help with his gear.
How much further is it?

-It's another quarter of a mile.
-Uphill.

Stamina, probie.
It's very important in our profession,

as it is in Spike Steele's profession.

-You relate to him, don't you, Tony?
-Oh, we have a lot in common.

Stamina”?

For one.

What are your preliminary findings,
Mr Palmer?

Lacerations,
bruises, contusions,

consistent with a fall of this kind.

And?

And I would imagine that the victim

has sustained fractures
of several limbs.

Cause of death?

Impossible to say till we get him back,
but from the looks of this head wound,

I would say
that he probably struck a rock.

Cause of death?

Shock.

That would be my supposition as well.

What I don't get is the flesh trauma.

What kind of wounds are these, Doctor?

They're coyote.
They would eat the exposed tissue first.

What's second?

If what I suspect is true,

yeah, the abdominal cavity
has been chewed open.

You know, the liver and kidney is a rich
source of nutrients for these creatures.

That's gross, Doctor.

Well, actually, Mr Palmer,
we're quite lucky here.

In some cases,

they chew off the head
and carry it away,

so they won't have to fight
other coyotes for it.

My coroner friend in Los Angeles
says coyotes take it "to go."

They're very strange in Los Angeles.

-Anything unusual, Duck?
-No, not really, Jethro.

I'll know more when I get our Marine
back on the table.

Boss!

I found the camcorder!

He was obsessed
with the stupid camera.

I gave it to him on his birthday.

Maybe if he hadn't been filming,
he wouldn't have slipped.

Anybody else at this campsite
while you were here?

No, sir. Just the drunk.
But he was nothing to worry about.

He was in a trailer over there.
Scruffy guy. He was drinking too much.

Got loud.
We asked him to keep it down.

-He didn't keep it down?
-No, sir.

So we went over there,
tried to reason with him.

-That's when he took a swing.
-You took a swing back.

No, ma'am.

Bill put him in a headlock
till he calmed down

and then he just took off.

I don't suppose
you got a licence number?

No point, sir.

The guy was harmless.

Bill spends eight months in Iraq,
and he dies filming a sunrise in Virginia.

That's not the way it works, Gibbs.
This thing has been in water for hours.

You don't just spray
a little 409 on the tape, and off you go.

-Tape?
-Yeah. It's digital videotape.

I thought everything was a chip
these days.

No, they kind of married
the old school with the new.

You know, how like new hip-hop artists
will go back to old-school rappers

like Sugar Hill Gang.

-How long?
-I have to separate the cartridge,

I have to submerge the wheels
in a cleaning solution

with the heads up against it.

I have to remove the silt contaminants
so they don't shred the tape.

How long, Abby?

Three, maybe four hours.

-Let me know when you got it.
-Hey, Gibbs, do you have a camcorder?

Yeah. Digital, okay?

Good, Gibbs. Way to go.
Did you make the jump to CDs yet?

‘Cause if you didn't, it's cool

'cause all the hot DJs,
they use vinyl these days anyway.

Just get it to me.

Hey, Gibbs! Gibbs! Gibbs!
Gibbs! Gibbs! Gibbs! Gibbs!

Peace out, man.

Indiscriminate predators,

coyotes. Fish, cats, garbage.

They'll eat anything they can chew,

unlike my mother
who can no longer chew anything.

I assure you, Mr Palmer,
it is a beastly sight.

Yes, it is, Doctor.

I was speaking of my mother.

Right.

Have you ever seen a rib-eye steak

that's been reduced to baby food
by a Cuisinart?

Not recently.

It's remarkably similar
to her burritos and her pizzas.

Not to mention the Sunday dinner treat.

Sushi through a straw.

Give me a pair of tweezers, Mr Palmer.

There's something peculiar here.

-What is it, Doctor?
-I haven't a clue.

That's why you will take it
directly up to Abby.

-I was thinking, Mr Palmer.
-Yes, Doctor.

Perhaps it's about time you came over
to the house one evening.

Came over?

Joined us for dinner.

That... That would be great.

Northern White Ash.

Ash trees are not indigenous
to this area.

And even if they were,

you know of any that have
kiln dried wood and a lacquer coating?

-Lacquer?
-Yep. Clear coat.

Baseball bat.

Wooden bats are made out
of either maple or ash.

Ash is more popular,
but it tends to splinter more easily.

Especially when they come in contact
with somebody's skull.

Somebody did a Barry Bonds
on Sergeant Moore's head, Gibbs.

Sergeant William Moore,
transferred from Camp Lejeune

to Quantico two months ago.
He was serving as an El

for all newly commissioned
Marine officers.

-El?
-Enlisted Instructor, probie.

What did he teach, Kate?

Well, according to his records, MOUT.

-MOUT stands for military operations...
-Yes, I know what it stands for, Tony.

Well, excuse me
for trying to help junior agents.

Trust me, when I need help,
you'll be the first person I ask

where Gibbs or Kate is.

-You two done?
-For the moment.

These are the last two people
to have seen our sergeant alive.

His best friend and his wife.

Hey!

Now, I'm done. Continue.

Do you think that one or both of them
could have murdered the Sergeant?

Well, it is kind of weird, a single guy
hanging out with a married couple.

-I agree.
-Why is that?

Well, because he's a single guy
hanging out with married people.

-I do that all the time.
-Yeah, but you bring a date, right?

Not always.

-Are you related to them?
-No.

What?

Well, who usually invites you?

The man or the woman?

I don't know. I guess usually the guy.

Okay, a lot of my friends
are from the Secret Service,

and most of them happen to be men.

What about your girlfriend
who called yesterday morning?

Well, Deb is married
to one of my buddies, Rick.

Okay, so what you're trying to say

is that all of my married male friends
secretly wanna sleep with me.

-Pretty much, yeah.
-That's very mature, Tony.

And for your information,
men and women can just be friends.

-Isn't that right, McGee?
-Technically.

What do you mean, "technically"?

He means
she'd have to be pretty ugly first.

Wait, I didn't say that.

I swear,
I do not get paid enough for this.

-For what, Kate?
-Oh, nothing.

We are just discussing
potential suspects.

Focusing on the Sergeant's wife
and best friend, boss.

Yeah, well, come on.
We've got one more.

You guys are four years old, honestly.

Nice hat.

Attractive.

In a weird way.

Why?

Well, I had to set up a clean room
in the ballistics lab

to work with the damaged videotape

and just throwing the hats away
seemed sort of wasteful,

so I decided to recycle.

-What do you think?
-I think it suits you.

Now what's on the tape?

Oh, I haven't finished cleaning it up yet,
but I have a POI.

-Person of interest.
-Let's see it.

The following programme
has been edited for time and content.

-It may not be appropriate...
-Don't touch me.

-...for younger viewers.
-Abby!

Right.

This isn't a good idea, Bill.

Honey, I've asked this guy
three times to turn his music down.

Yeah, now we make him.

And if he has a gun
or something in there?

I film it
and we get the redneck arrested.

Way to encourage him, Roger.

Oh, come on, honey.

It's not that big of a deal.
We'll be right back.

Okay, this next part is like an outtake
from Deliverance.

I thought I told you guys
to leave me the hell alone.

Sir, we will,
once you turn the music down.

What? Do you think
I'm afraid of you or something?

Sir, I'm not here to fight you.
We just want you to lower the music.

Hey, hey. Hey!

I'l kill you! I'll kill you!

No, what you just did, is you just
assaulted me on camera, huh? See?

Either you leave,
or we're going to call the cops.

All right. Just let me go.

-Huh?
-All right.

-We need to ID this guy.
-Oh, I'm way ahead of you, Gibbs.

I got a shot of the licence plate.
It is registered to a David Runion.

His last address
is an RV campground in Manassas.

-He's since moved.
-Find him. That's good work, Abby.

Tony, head back
to Shenandoah State Park.

-Take McGee.
-For what exactly, boss?

I want to know
where the Sergeant was killed

-before he was tossed off that cliff.
-Oh.

Get the sedan ready, probie.
I'll meet you out front.

So, Kate, you really like my hat?

-It's different.
-Cool, because I made you one.

Abby, I don't know what to say.

Put it on!

Okay.

She bet me $20 that
she could make you wear that today.

Your cut.

Pleasure doing business with you, Abs.

Totally.

Hurry it up, McGee.
I mean, you could have helped.

I did. I carried the camera.

Moore was a Marine, combat veteran.

Probably not the easiest guy
in the world to sneak up on.

Unless he knew his attacker.
Or was ambushed.

It's a pretty wide-open space.
Let's check out the tree line.

-Blood drop.
-Sure looks like it.

Okay, we're going to have
to search in there.

You're going to want to watch out for...

Yes, I know how to search
a wooded area, Tony.

-I'm not an idiot.
-I didn't say you were.

Then why do you
always treat me like one?

Just trying to impart a little wisdom,
McGee.

Look,
I graduated top of my class at FLETC.

So I think I can handle it.

Be my guest.
Give me a call if you find anything.

I will.

I found David Runion, Gibbs.

He checked into another campground

20 miles from Shenandoah State Park.

Also ran a background check on him.
He's served time.

-For what?
-Assault and battery.

Nearly beat a man to death
with a pool cue in '93.

Looks like this time
he might have succeeded.

-We getting a warrant?
-We need evidence for a warrant, Kate.

Right now, I just wanna talk to him.

Tony, found it!

Not bad.

-Not bad at all, McGee.
-Thanks.

Hey, I'm... I'm sorry about back there.

Don't mention it.

Besides,
that's a pretty brave thing to do.

What do you mean brave?

Well, crawling around back here
in all this poison ivy.

I don't know if I would have done it.

You... You're kidding, right?

"Leaves of three, let them be," McGee.

A little something I picked up
during my first year.

Don't touch me, by the way.

Is that a rat or a dog?

Hey, buddy.

Hi.

Oh, sorry.

I wouldn't do that if I were you, Gibbs.

One day you're going to have to tell me
how you do that.

Easy. They can sense sarcasm.

Runion!

Special Agents Gibbs and Todd! NCIS!

I'd like to ask you a few questions.

Clear.

-What do you think?
-The word "disgusting" comes to mind.

-You smell that?
-If you're referring to the urine, yes.

No, I meant this.

-Marijuana?
-Yeah, it's recent, too.

Well, it's enough to bring him in
and hold him for a while.

Oh, yeah.

Runion! Federal agents! Stop!

Idiots.

Put your hands behind your head.

How did you...

-Sneak up on you like that?
-Yeah.

Used to do it for a living.

Back then,
you'd be dead instead of under arrest.

Any other questions?

Uh-uh.

Didn't think so.

I know you can hear me out there.

I'm telling you for the last time.
I gotta use the bathroom.

Okay, have it your way.
It won't be the first time I had to do this.

-Maybe we should.
-He's bluffing.

Tony, you didn't see the inside
of his camper.

That bad, huh?

Picture the most disgusting
public restroom you've ever been in,

covered in pus and vomit.

I would still rather live there
than this guy's place.

That's nice, Kate.

You should thank me.
Eating that crap will kill you.

I'm more concerned
about what Gibbs will do if this redneck

takes one in our interrogation room.

I gotta use the bathroom.

-Hold it.
-I can't.

Good, we can do this quick.

Why'd you murder
Sergeant William Moore?

What? Who the hell is that?

That's right,
you probably don't recall his name.

Sir, I'm not here to fight you.
We just want you to lower the music.

Hey, hey. Hey!

I'l kill you! I'll kill you!

No, what you just did, is you just
assaulted...

He was found yesterday
lying at the bottom of a cliff.

Is that what this is all about?
You think I killed some jarhead.

No way, man. Nice try.

-Why'd you run?
-'Cause of the pot in my trailer.

-I got a medical condition.
-What? Stupidity?

Oh, look, man.
I was really drunk that night.

I barely even remember the guy.
I sure as hell didn't kill him.

Where were you yesterday
between 5:30 and 7:30 a.m.?

Sleeping.

Yeah, at the rest stop off 211.

I didn't even wake up until after 10:00.

-Withesses?
-Well, sure.

I mean, there were lots of
other cars and trucks when I pulled in.

I need names.

I don't have any names.

There are two rest stops
on that road, Tony.

Check if they have any
video surveillance or attendants.

On it.

Running it, boss.

So what happens now?

You've got a violent past,
your alibi is weak,

and I've got you on tape
threatening the victim.

You tell me, Runion.

Man, my whole life.

It's always been like this.

One freaking nightmare after another.

But I swear to you, Agent Gibbs,

I didn't kill anybody.

We found your bat.

What bat?

Hey, Abby. You got something?

Well, I've got good news and bad news.

This is definitely our bat.

The splinter from
Sergeant Moore's head fits perfectly.

-Bad news?
-It's been wiped clean of any prints.

The only thing on it is urushiol oil.

That's the stuff found in...

What?

You...

You have to see this for yourself.

Whoa!

-This is going to hurt, isn't it?
-Yes.

I look like a circus freak!
Abby, what do I do?

Well, you could use calamine lotion.

Or perhaps just wear
some sort of mask.

And can you mark it
Special Agent Todd?

Thanks, Sheriff Lester.

Dinner? Aren't you married?

Well, it does to me.

My mother wonders
why I'm not married.

So does mine.

Could you stop doing that?

-I'm practising, Kate.
-What? Annoying me?

No, the creepy way
Gibbs used to sneak up on us.

What do you mean used to?

The old man's been
wearing Bengay lately.

I can smell him coming a mile away.

Is that a fact, DiNozzo?

Knee feeling better, boss?

-Much.
-Great.

What about Runion's alibi?

I've got the local sheriff
pulling the security tapes

from the rest stops on Route 211.

And we have a description
of his pickup and trailer

circulating with the state cops
who worked the area that night.

-Do you think he did it, Gibbs?
-Oh, yeah.

And Tony is cleaning it up.

-Janitorial.
Yes, sir.

Don't worry about interrogation.

DiNozzo is gonna handle it.

You still here?

Are you serious? You're serious?

Oh.

In my defence, I did use the word
"creepy" in the most affectionate way.

Right.

You might want to use gloves.

Where's McGee?

Oh, let's see
what we're dealing with here, Timothy.

The dreaded Toxicodendron radicans.

The Poison Ivy plant.

Yeah, you seem to be
particularly allergic to it.

Usually it takes several days
for this sort of reaction to develop.

I'm lucky that way.

Last time I encountered
a case of this magnitude,

two young lovers fell asleep naked
in a field of it.

I don't think Sarah has ever forgiven me
for that one.

What I don't understand is,
how did I get it all over my face?

It's the urushiol oil in the plant.

Yes, once it gets on your hands
it spreads by contact.

Then I have a major problem, Ducky.

When I was out there, I...
I had to, you know...

No, I don't.

-Relieve myself.
-Oh.

Oh!

Well, let's take a look then.

-This is kind of embarrassing.
-I'm a doctor, McGee.

I have seen everything there is to see
more times than I care to remember.

Good Lord.

What? Is it bad?

No, no it's fine. Fine.
Nothing to worry about.

I didn't expect to see

quite so much swelling.

If Tony finds out about this,
I'm going to have to quit.

Well, your secret is safe with me.

Doctor, I've got
the new inspection forms you...

I'll come back.

Him, I'm not so sure about.

Runion's trailer
pulled into the rest stop

around 1:00 a.m. that morning, Gibbs.

With a little image enhancement...

Runion.
I can almost smell him from here.

How long did he stay?

All night.

Distance from
Shenandoah River State Park?

It's about two miles, boss.

Well, I guess he was telling the truth.

We're going to have to find
a new suspect.

Yeah, Gibbs.

Maybe not. Come on.

How you feeling?

Like an idiot. Tony tried to warn me.
I didn't listen.

Oh, don't feel bad.

The same thing happened to him
the first year he was here.

Really?

Not quite this spectacularly, but yeah.

So honestly, how do I look?

Do you want the truth,
or do you want me to lie to you

to ease the burden
of your own self-loathing?

I prefer the lie.

Me, too.
You're the fairest in the land, McGee.

Okay,
what do you got for me, Abs?

It looks worse than it is.

I'm not so sure about that.

She means you look like
the Elephant Man, probie.

-Tony.
-It's true.

Can you still work, McGee?

Yeah. Sure, boss.

Okay.

What do you got for me, Abby?

I cleaned up more
of the Sergeant's videotape.

I need to see the last thing he shot.

Unfortunately that's the part

that received the most damage
from the impact.

It was in contact with the heads

-and a lot of the data got...
-When?

I sent it to the naval photo lab
and hopefully you're gonna have it back

by tomorrow.

Well, what am I doing here, Abby?

Because of this.

This is from the beginning of the tape.

It's mostly them setting up camp
and checking out the area.

And then, there is this.

It looks like the widow
and the best friend

don't know they're being videotaped.

And on the next shot...

Honey, what's wrong?

Still think men and women
can just be friends, Kate?

I can't be sure, Gibbs.

According to Gloria,
lip-reading was never my strong suit.

Gloria, her deaf sister?

Mother.

I think Judy Moore is saying,

"We have to something blank him."

-Kill?
No.

-Murder?
Nope.

-Love?
- No.

-I really wish you'd stop doing that.
-I will, Tony, once you stop blanking up.

Okay, Abby,
could you pull the video back wider?

You see
how she's touching his face?

I mean, it's very intimate.

Clearly there's more than a friendship
going on here.

Which just goes to prove
my point about the sexes, Kate.

DiNozzo, you pick up Sergeant Caine
in the morning.

Kate, you pick up Judy Moore,
don't tell her why.

Looks like we're going to play
Gibbs' favourite game.

Musical interrogation rooms.

People are staring at me.

Of course.
You're hideously disfigured, probie.

If you'd listened to me,
you wouldn't be in this mess.

If I'd listened to you, Gibbs
would have fired me six months ago.

You were going to whack me,
but you stopped. Why?

I remember what it was like
being the new guy,

trying to fit in, never make mistakes,

of course, the obvious.

-You like me?
-No, it would be like touching a leper.

Ladies and gentlemen, this way, please.

My favourite part of the tour,
the Marine Corps sniper.

One of the most feared warriors
in the world.

After a brief demonstration,

Corporal Cameron
will be happy to answer

any questions you may have.

I'll meet you by the command centre
when he's done.

Ladies and gentlemen,
you'll notice that our sniper...

Any more information
about Sergeant Moore's accident, sir?

Sure. Except it wasn't an accident.

Murder, Sergeant Caine.

Murder? How?

-Baseball bat to the head.
-Fifty-foot fall from a cliff.

Coyotes probably didn't help.

That redneck
must have overheard Bill saying

he was gonna film up there
in the morning.

-We got to find him.
-We did.

-You need me to ID him?
-No.

We do want to know what happened
when Sergeant Moore found out

you were sleeping with his wife.

She told you that?

No, he did.

Didn't know
he was videotaping you, did you?

It's not what you think.

Oh, so you weren't sleeping with her?

-You're under arrest, Sergeant.
-For what?

We'll start with adultery
and work our way up from there.

I don't mean to be rude,
but couldn't you have

just sent me my husband's
personal effects, Agent Todd?

Well, normally we would have,

but that camera you bought him
was pretty expensive.

It still works?

Yeah. In a way.

-Water?
-Thank you.

So Mrs Moore,
tell us about your husband.

What kind of a man was he?

Loving, gentle.

What about jealous?

-Where do you want him, boss?
-Interrogation 1.

-Roger?
-Judy, what the hell did you tell them?

-No talking, Marine!
-What is going on here?

That's what you're going to tell me,
Mrs Moore.

Take her to Interrogation Room 2.

-Yeah, Gibbs.
Even more is coming through...

I'll read you your rights on the way.

Did you get the last shot from my tape?

I'm just working on it now, Gibbs.

It's kind of like a nature documentary

but with a riveting murder mystery
subplot.

This is where it gets interesting.

He slipped and fell?

In the original version.

But this movie
comes with an alternate ending.

In slo-mo, right when
the camera slams to the ground...

The killer recorded over it.

The impact caused the heads to lose
contact with the tape,

preserving two frames
from the original recording.

-I've been working on cleaning them up.
-Any way to recover the rest?

Well, since all recordings
leave a magnetic impression,

much like a computer hard drive,
by the way,

if I scan the data,
then I'll be able to separate out...

When?

You don't have to take the fun
out of everything, Gibbs.

A few hours.

That's a good job, Abby.
You have 20 minutes.

-Gibbs!
-Get McGee to help you!

As disturbing as this sounds,

I think you may have a point
about the sexes, Tony.

It's Biology 101.

-Would you say I'm attractive?
-Sure.

Then how come you've never...

I know you.

Is something wrong with your arm,
Sergeant?

Picked up some poison ivy
in the field last week, sir.

Is that a fact?

I didn't murder anyone, sir.

Yeah, well, we'll get to that part.

How long were you
and Sergeant Moore friends?

Since boot camp, sir.

Parris Island or San Diego?

San Diego, sir.

Right. A Hollywood Marine.

So how long after that
did you start screwing his wife?

I don't understand, Agent Gibbs.

Why am I in here?

Don't you want to know who murdered
your husband, Mrs Moore?

Yes, but I know it wasn't Roger.
He wouldn't.

There's no way.

Why's that?

Because

he was with me that morning.

By "with me," you mean
in the same sleeping bag?

She actually said that?

No way, sir.

Why would she lie?

I mean, besides protecting you,
Sergeant.

She's insane.

Look, right after Sergeant Moore
went to film the sunrise,

I went down
to the campground showers.

I was gone for about an hour.

So she was there when you got back?

Yes, sir. She was making breakfast.

So what you're saying is,
she had about an hour to kill him?

... I didn't say that.

My mistake.

You're saying you had about an hour
to kill him.

There's no way Roger would say that.

Agent Todd.

Play it back.

I almost feel sorry for these two.

Why would she lie?

She's insane.

So what you're saying is,
she had about an hour to kill him?

Let me guess.
You thought he loved you.

When Bill was in Iraq,

Roger and I...

We grew close.

What now, boss?

Put them both in the same room.

Gonna need a refill for this.

We fooled around a few times,
Judy. It was a stupid mistake.

You said you loved me.

Are you nuts? Bill was my best friend.

It should never have happened.

Then why did you kill him,
if it wasn't to be with me?

Stop saying that, you crazy...

I didn't kill him! She's making it up!

I'm pregnant, Roger. It's yours.

Well, this is better than cable.

The question is,
which one's telling the truth?

Okay. Ready to try again, McGee?

Play it.

Oh, and that's beautiful.

I just need to adjust the read heads
off track a little more.

Is that you, Roger?

His trailer never left the rest stop?

But Runion did.

Abby inverted the image and at 0900,

you can just make out his shadow
underneath the trailer

as he's coming back.

It was only a four-mile round trip
on foot.

Thanks, Sheriff.

Runion posted bail for the pot charge
an hour ago.

Let's roll.

What about Sergeant Caine
and Mrs Moore?

Let them suffer for a while.

I think Sergeant Moore
would appreciate that.

Get back in the truck,
you miserable little piece of crap.

Put down your weapon, Runion!

You're not getting out of here alive!

I ain't going back to prison, Gibbs!
You hear me?

I'd say we're outgunned, boss.

-I'll circle around back.
-I've got a better idea.

You might wanna cover your ears.

I think you got him, boss.

Well, what are we gonna do
with this thing?

No way, Gibbs.

I'll take him. I always wanted a dog.

Oh, good dog!

I think I'll call you Tony.

It's a bitch, Kate.

I know.

Is it just me or do you think
Tony likes me?

I think it's more than obvious
Tony likes you.

Not my usual type,
but kind of cute.

More like adorable.
Maybe we could share Tony.

-What's wrong?
-Oh, nothing.

Good doggie.
You can come out now, DiNozzo.

Yeah, I'll just... I'll take care of that.
Thank you.

-Hey.
-Did you bring the dog food?

Yeah, they didn't have any bowls.

That's okay. We got it covered.

Got a present for you, Little Tony.

Good idea.
Now we can tell the two of them apart.

At least I don't hang out
with married people, Kate.

Will you please tell him

that men and women
can just be friends?

Absolutely they can.

Without having sex?

Oh, no. They'll have sex.

Abby!

What, Kate?
You've never slept with a friend?

What is wrong with you people?

Good question, Kate.

What did you do to the dog?

Just taking care of her.
Unless you want to.

Here you go, girl.

Wow.

She even eats like you, Tony.

Did anybody see my ball cap?

-No.
-No.

'Cause I... I could have sworn
I left it right on my desk.