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Baby, you're freezing.

Oh, oh.

I didn't think that you would notice.

-Stealing food is okay if nobody notices.
-It's not stealing, it was sharing.

It was my lunch.
I didn't want to share my lunch with you.

-You see? You just said it was sharing.
-Excuse me.

Show a little respect.
This is a place of peace and dignity.

That was before Kate got here.

We need a mediator, Ducky,

or I'm going to have to go
to Employee Relations.

-Which would be tattling.
No.

Going to Employee Relations
is not tattling.

It's the adult version
of "I'm telling Mommy".

-You're so juvenile.
-Am not.

-Are so.
-Am not.

Ducky, we need
an unofficial mediator.

Did you try Gibbs?

Oh.

-Oh, yes, I see your point.
-We thought of McGee.

-But we have no respect for him.
-And then we thought of you.

I see. Third on the short list.

-Well, at least I beat out Abby.
-Well, we just came from there.

-She turned us down.
-Oh.

Come on, Ducky.
She's driving me crazy.

Well, I am busy, but...

Abby needs these blood samples, stat.

Yes, as I say, I am busy,

but I'm flattered that you would entrust
your relationship to me.

It will be rather like
marriage counselling.

Oh, no, let's not use those words.

Ducky, it is only a working relationship.

So you'll do it?
-Of course.

I would relish the experience.

Yes, I studied psychology

at the University of Edinburgh,
under Professor O'Donnell.

Okay, so let's start.

I left my desk for just a minute,
and when I came back,

Tony was eating
half of my tuna fish sandwich.

Okay, see? See? I'm hungry.
We're buddies.

It shouldn't be a big deal.
It's not a big deal.

But little Miss Tighty-Twisty Pants

blows everything out of proportion,
and it becomes a major deal.

All you left me was the crust!

-Who is right, here?
-Come on, Ducky, please. Tell him.

We need to look a little deeper.

I mean, there is clearly a latent
sibling rivalry being expressed

by your adolescent
and sexually-charged bickering.

It all stems from a desperate desire
to please a father figure.

And I think we all know who that is.

What does this have to do
with my tuna fish sandwich?

-There's no father figure, Ducky.
-No.

Hey, why don't you answer your phone?

Norfolk Homicide found a body,
a female petty officer.

Come on, let's go!

-I'll gas the truck.
-I got the gear.

I pre-packed the gear already.

Yes, there are clearly
issues here.

Yes, we need to meet twice a week,
at least.

Petty Officer Second Class
Manda King, according to her ID.

Twenty-six years of age,
in the Navy four years.

That's as far as I got
when we called you.

Hell, we've got enough things
to do around here.

-Give me a break. I'm trying to quit.
-This the suspect?

Willie Taylor.
Tends bar at Sugar Street.

We're processing him now.

Okay, Duck.

-Stabbed to death?
-Oh, I think that's a safe assumption.

Although, I found something
around her nares. Show him, Jimmy.

-Do I have nares, Jimmy?
-All mammals have nares, sir.

-Openings in your nose.
-Give that to Abby. Have her ID it.

Yes, sir.

I didn't mean to imply
that you didn't know

-what nares were.
-Time of death?

Yeah, well, the windows are open,
the body is naked.

Which would allow the heat
to dissipate faster.

-If I were forced to proclaim a rough...
-I'm forcing.

0330, 0500.

We had an anonymous 911 call

of a woman screaming
in this apartment at 5:30.

Or 0530.

McGee, see if you can trace the source
of that 911 call.

On it.

Her lividity has changed.
She may have been moved.

Suspect said he flipped her.

Boss, I don't know if you want
to see this, but you probably should.

Some night. There's gotta be
three condoms in there.

-Bag them. Let's get them to Abby.
-Spoke to Manda King's CO.

-Bag them, probie.
-Said she was a good sailor,

straight-laced, a real hard worker.

And she was being promoted
to the captain's yeoman.

Personal yeoman to a Navy captain
doesn't track with snorting drugs.

No. Well, she told her shipmates
that she had business in Norfolk.

-Didn't say what?
-No.

-Your place or mine?
-Mine.

Look,

on my mother's life, that's not the girl
that I took home last night.

You went to bed with one woman,
and you woke up with another?

Mmm-hmm.

I hate it when that happens.
Never is pretty. Sorry.

Oh, come on. You're not gonna tell
Ducky about that, are you?

Yes, I am. I'm keeping a journal.

-I suppose that knife wasn't your knife?
-No, it wasn't.

-I actually carry a Swiss Army knife.
-How many drinks did you have?

Oh, like two or three.

Your blood alcohol level
was 0.12%, Willie.

All right, look. You got me, all right?
I had a few more.

Look. But you know how it is
when you're tending bar.

No, tell me.

You act friendly,
and people buy you drinks.

Which are watered down
to make more money.

Look, man, we don't do that
at Sugar Street, all right?

-You pick her up at the club?
-No. No, I met her in the parking lot.

She said she lost her keys.

-You ever see her before?
-Nope.

Nah, I just thought,

"Damn. You're a lucky bastard, Willie."

You get her name, lucky bastard?

-Manda, I think.
-Funny.

Dead sailor we found in your bed
was named Manda.

Look, she's not the girl that I slept with.

-What was Manda last name?
-She didn't say.

-Phone number?
-I didn't get it.

Look, it all went down kind of fast,
all right?

I gave her a kiss, whoopty-whoo,

and then it's back to my place
to make some noise.

Anybody see you two
who can verify your story?

-No.
-You and Manda get in a fight?

No. Look, look,
we had a good time, all right?

Oh, yeah.
I'd say you had a real good time.

-We found traces of meth in your blood.
-Did you give her meth, too?

No! We didn't do any drugs together.

I am telling the truth!
That is not the girl that I slept with!

Abs, I need the condoms tested.

Not the words you want to hear
first thing in the morning.

-It's already running.
-Not just the inside.

I want to make sure
the outside DNA is tested

and matches that
of Petty Officer Manda King.

The suspect claims he went to bed
with one woman

-and woke up with another.
-That happens to girls, too.

Midnight, some guy seems
all dark and gnarly,

and then you wake up, and his tattoos
are fake and he works at a bank.

I used to work at a bank.

Your tat is real,
and you don't disappoint me.

Boss, the anonymous phone call
came from a payphone

outside Willie's apartment.

-No fingerprints?
-No, and that's weird.

He sleeps with her, he stabs her,
and there's no prints on the knife.

-Blood matches the victim?
-Yeah. The tox screen is still running,

but it's a safe bet
that it's methamphetamines.

-Powder in her nose was meth?
-Yep.

Why would a straight-laced petty officer
OD on meth?

Maybe she's not so straight-laced.
We all have our funky side.

Except Kate. And you, boss.
I'm sure you have no funky side.

Time to find out
who the real Manda King was.

I never thought
Manda would go before me.

Dad's got end-stage bone cancer.

Did your sister know a Willie Taylor?

Not that I know.

But then,
she's been at sea for eight months.

He's not a sailor.

-Is that who stabbed my little girl?
-No, he's a suspect, sir.

You will burry him, won't you,
Agent Gibbs?

If he did it, you have my word.

Mr King, can you tell us a bit
about your daughter, sir?

Manda was tough as nails.

Worked hard.

Cared for me.

Helped me to raise her.

She would do anything for you.

Did you know Manda was promoted
to captain's yeoman?

Yeah, she was a fine sailor.

Which makes what I'm about to tell you
difficult to hear.

My daughter's dead.

What's worse than that?

-We found drug residue in her nose.
-That's a lie!

Manda never did drugs in her life.

Well, I'm sorry,
but that is what we found.

I don't believe it. Won't believe it.

You have to come in here
and tell this to my father?

Your sister was murdered.
We have to know who she really was.

She was my good girl.

That's who she was.

Daddy's girl. Good girl.

-Hey, DNA tests done already?
-No, it's running.

But I got an answer without it.

The fluid on the outside of the condoms
has a different blood antigen

than Petty Officer Manda King.

There's no way Petty Officer King
had sex with Willie Taylor.

Willie was set up.

The knife missed her vital organs,

so the wound in and of itself
was not fatal.

-She didn't bleed to death.
-Exactly.

Her body contained four litres of blood,

-so there was no exsanguination.
-Ducky.

I'm sorry. It's such a lovely word,
"exsanguination”. I can't help saying it.

Moving on, since there was no bleeding
from the wound...

-She was dead when she was stabbed.
-Precisely.

Abby confirmed that the drug
in her nose and blood

was a methamphetamine,

an incredibly large lethal dose
of methamphetamine.

Someone tried to make an accidental
overdose look like murder.

Oh, I wouldn't call it
an accidental overdose.

No in cases like this,

where such a frighteningly high amount
of the drug is found,

I would say it was a suicide.

Boss, Willie Taylor's here.

You know why Norfolk PD
delivered you here?

Yeah. I'm a Ping-Pong ball.

They serve me to you,
and you smack me right back.

No. No, you are telling the truth.

Petty Officer King OD'd.

After she was dead,
someone stabbed her,

put her in your bed,
made it look like murder.

-Who would do that to you?
-Wait a second.

So you know
that I'm completely innocent?

Man, don't I get, like,
an apology or nothing?

You get to slide
on using methamphetamines.

All right, I don't know.

That's not good enough.

All right, wait, wait, wait, wait! Wait!

Damn.

Look, female sailors are like poison.

All right, anything happens to them,
drugs, sex,

anything, it doesn't matter, boom,
you guys put our club off limits.

All right? No sailors,
you ain't got no Sugar Street.

-Who'd benefit from that?
-Yeah, well, lan Hitch.

He owns Teaz,
and we're his only real competition.

If that sailor OD'd in his club,
he would need to get the stink off fast.

And shut Sugar Street down
in the process.

That's the kind of stunt
that limey bastard would pull, too.

lan Hitch, a.k.a., Bulldog.

American mother, English father.
Dual citizenship.

According to Scotland Yard,

he was charged with murder twice
in Manchester, skated both times.

-I'm afraid to ask, why Bulldog?
-I don't know.

Bulldog bites you in the ass
and never lets go.

Oh, he owns Teaz in Norfolk.

Yeah, well, when I was stationed there,
I heard about it.

Apparently,
there's some very hot dancers there.

-You heard?
-Yeah, well, I never went there. Honest.

Okay, hey, it seems to me that...

What are you looking at me
like that for?

Oh, I'm just waiting for you to say,

"Boss, let me take the lead on this one."

What I was going to say, Kate,

was that if Hitch used a girl
to seduce Willie Taylor,

it was probably one of his dancers.

We get Willie to identify Ms Go-Go
and flip her to get to Hitch.

What are you doing?

Just chronicling this little conversation

for our next session with Ducky.

-Are you done?
-Almost.

-Done or fired are the choices.
-Done.

Should we take Willie to the club
to identify the girl?

No.
I don't want him anywhere near Hitch.

Boss, I will find out who dances
at the club and pull their DMV photos.

Not going to work, McGee.

The girls at the club work for tips,
probie. No W-2 forms.

And names like Tiffany Glitter
and Stormy Weathers,

they don't appear on drivers' licences.

Boss, I really think I should take

the lead on this one.

All right, it's looking good.

Let's see Tony.

Well, what do you know?
DiNozzo is finally looking

-where he is supposed to be looking.
-I heard that.

How's that?

Well, it's art, but we kind of need
a shot of her face.

I could make a fortune
on the Internet with this.

Okay, got it.

-Next.
-Right, boss. Just being thorough.

That's it.

I'm watching you, DiNozzo.

-How's that look?
-Closer.

-Is this better?
-One second.

Did you get it yet?

Wow, Kate.

How'd you get her to do that?

DiNozzo, go back to the last booth.

Yeah, right there.

Is that Hitch?

-That's him.
What's up, party people?

Tonight is going to be hot,

but this crowd is even hotter,
‘cause only the best get into Teaz.

I'm D.J. Night Trap,
and I'm gonna get off the mike right now

because I know
who you came here to see. Jade!

That's Samantha King.

Sophisticated lady

But nasty when I wanna be

I see you staring from across the room

And you can't keep your eyes off me

Hey, Tony, stop jumping up and down.
We can't see.

Like a puppet on a string

Have you in cuffs
Like cops and robbers, baby

‘Cause touchin' me's a felony
Put your hands up

'Cause I'm cold blooded

Boy, who does it belong to?

Got you thinkin'
Who's that lady?

But it ain't that complicated

Thanks
That was fun

Now get out

Taking your sister's death pretty hard,
Jade.

What are you doing here?

The question is,
what are you doing here?

-What are you afraid of?
-Who are you?

Same as Kate. Well, not exactly.

-Answer my question.
-It's Saturday night. I sing here, okay?

Oh, you sing the day after
your sister's murdered?

-I got to go.
-Not unless we get some answers.

Blue, you'd better get out here.

Do you know how we found you?

We were here looking
for your sister's murderer.

-You said you had her murderer.
-He didn't do it.

What's going on, Jade?

-We're just talking.
-Well, not no more you aren't.

Yeah, I think we are.

My partner, Lulu, she wants
to sign Jade to a record contract.

Bulldog ain't gonna like that.

Twinkle Toes, Candy Pants,
stay behind your mom, here.

Where did Bulldog get his name?

When he gets his teeth into a girl's ass,
he never lets go.

I knew it. I knew it.
Lulu, I was right about Bulldog.

-You're gonna get me killed.
-Just like your sister was?

Look, we think Hitch had her killed.
Why?

No, he wouldn't do that.

I mean, he knew she wanted me
to leave this life,

-but he wouldn't kill her.
-Wouldn't he?

Let's go, Bruce. She's not interested.

No harm, no foul.

Guess not.

Gosh, those guys were big.
Big, big, big, big.

She's cute.

Yeah, she's hot.

I don't know about you,
but I sleep with a lot of women, so...

I wouldn't know anything about that,
Willie. I'm a Mormon.

Oh.

Oh, I'm sorry. You know...
I think it could be this one right here.

-You know, but I was really drunk, so...
-Sit down.

You're going to have to do better.

Look, man, I'm doing the best I can,
all right?

All right. All right.

Yeah, I think it's her.

Summer Diamond. Very hot.

You think this is her?

Look, there's always something
about every woman that you remember.

Something small and subtle.

Something you're gonna remember
20 years later,

a piece of jewellery, a laugh, something.

The smell.

I feel like I died
and woke up in a Calvin Klein ad.

-I thought you were a Mormon.
-Concentrate, Willie.

Yeah. She had a tat.

- How could I forget?
-What did it look like?

It was of a bulldog.
It was right there on her ass.

Sweet slick Willie, look at that.
The devil is in the details.

I knew this girl once, she squeaked.
She made this little...

Tony, do you want to tell Ducky
that story?

-Ducky's already heard it. We all have.
-It's a good story.

Then you tell it to Kate while
you're bringing in Summer Diamond.

Wait, don't I get to hear it?

Do you recognise this man?
Nope.

He works at Sugar Street.
Ever been there?

I work six nights a week at Teaz.

Last place I'm gonna go
on my night off is another club.

You recognise this?

Agent Todd took that photo.

It is of your rear end.

You always get the best jobs.

Willie described it perfectly.

I dance practically naked.
Hundreds of guys have seen my ass.

So you didn't sleep with him
two nights ago?

No.

Willie says
he's never been to your club.

You know what? I believe him.

Every dancer in the club has that tat.
It means we're in Bulldog's crew.

I'd have thought he'd use a bite mark.

Enter!

We have a court order
for a DNA sample, Ms Diamond.

Open your mouth. It doesn't hurt.

Compare it to the DNA found
on the condoms

in Willie Taylor's apartment.

Jethro. Jethro, I need you.
I need you, like now.

I'm sorry, Jethro.

Because of the chemical burns
from the methamphetamines

and the bleeding, I missed this.
There. There.

-Do you see it?
-Almost a perfect circle.

I know I said
that the cause of a massive overdose

was usually suicide,

-but then I got to thinking.
-Always a good thing.

I mean, that mark was made
by the end of a hard, round tube,

like the end of a funnel.

You don't commit suicide by pouring
meth through a funnel into your nose.

No. It was a horrible, painful death.

You know what'll happen
if he finds out I'm talking to you?

Don't you want to know
how your sister died, Samantha?

-She was stabbed?
-Yes, she was.

But that wasn't what killed her.
Your sister was restrained

and methamphetamine was forced
down her nose and her throat

-until her heart failed.
-Oh, God. Manda.

Look, Willie Taylor believes
that he's been framed

-for her murder by your boss, lan Hitch.
-Bulldog wouldn't. He...

Why not?

Sugar Street gets declared off limits

and Club Teaz gets
a huge surge of new clientele.

But that isn't why it happened,
is it, Samantha?

Our mom died when I was three,
Agent Todd.

Manda practically raised me.

When she found out
I was working for Hitch, she lost it.

How'd you get hooked up
with a guy like that?

He said he had connections
with record companies,

that he'd make me a star.

-I believed him.
-But your sister didn't.

She was always the smart one
in the family.

Well, why didn't you just walk away?

I signed a contract with him.
Manda was trying to get me out of it.

And he had her killed.

Look, we gotta get you
someplace safe, okay?

You don't get it, do you? Hitch owns me.

I sing when he wants,
dance when he wants.

I sleep with him when he wants.
No one walks away from him. Ever.

-He murdered your sister, Samantha.
-And you'll never prove it.

They never do.

-It's him.
-Don't answer it.

I have to.

-What are you doing, love?
-Some shopping, baby.

Really? It looks like you're
having a spot of tea to me.

If he finds out you're a cop, I am dead.

Lulu, I presume.

Didn't get my message last night?
Jade here already has a manager.

-That's what I told her, lan.
-Did I ask you to speak, love?

So tell me, what label do you scout for?

-Well, that's none of your business.
-But it is if you're after my property.

-Is she available?
-Only to me.

Say goodbye to Lulu, love.

Goodbye, Lulu.

You and your friend Bruce
might want to leave town tonight.

You should have had backup yesterday,
Kate.

Well, I didn't expect Hitch to show up,
Gibbs.

-It won't happen again.
-I know.

McGee, how'd he track her?

Well, Samantha's cell phone number
is registered to lan Hitch.

So he's probably using the imbedded
GPS to keep tabs on her location.

-Paranoid.
-Kind of reminds me of someone.

What I meant was most managers
are afraid of losing their stars.

With a voice like that,
Samantha could be the next Brandy.

-What's a Brandy?
-She's a singer and an actress, boss.

She's very, very hot.

Look, the point is,
Hitch isn't gonna let her go.

He'd kill her first.

Yeah, Gibbs.

We got another girl for you.

Looks like a hit-and-run.

We're on our way.

Norfolk homicide found the body
of a young woman.

She had my card in her bra.

We just ID'd her. Keisha Scott.

-Looks like a hit-and-run, Gibbs.
-Her club name is Summer Diamond.

She was in
our interrogation room yesterday.

Willie Taylor ID'd her
as the girl he had sex with,

-not Petty Officer King.
-She cop to it?

If she did, she'd be in NCIS custody
instead of dead.

-No chance this was an accident.
-Nope.

-lan Hitch is involved.
-Bulldog?

Explains a lot. No witnesses,

nobody in the neighbourhood
heard anything last night.

-He's got this part of town in his pocket.
-Yeah, how about you?

-I'll pretend I didn't hear that, Gibbs.
-Either way, I'm taking him down.

You might find who did this,
but connecting him to Bulldog?

-Ain't gonna happen.
-Well, no.

Not if you keep letting him skate,
Mauceri.

I've been down this road before, Gibbs.
I bring him in for questioning,

his lawyer will have him out
before lunch.

-I got a better idea.
-Yeah?

Yeah. You turn jurisdiction over on this
to me this time.

Well, you got it.

How soon can you get
the rest of your team here?

Oh, pretty soon.

No way this was hit-and-run, boss.

She's practically naked.
It was 35 degrees this morning.

Do you see that, Mr Palmer?

Someone was holding her arms tightly
before her death,

enough to cause these bruises.

She was shoved in front of a vehicle,
Duck?

It's possible.

We'll know more
when I get the poor girl back home.

We've got some broken glass
over here.

Looking at the thickness,
it may be a headlight.

Bag it.

-McGee.
-Yeah, boss?

Locals think it was a hit-and-run.
What about you?

Me?

-Me?
-Answer the man, probie.

-I don't think so.
Why?

Well, there are no skid marks
before or after the body.

Whoever hit her didn't even slow down.

Kate, take DiNozzo
and pick up Samantha.

Make sure her cell phone is off.
Don't tell her about Summer.

I want to know
where this dirtbag was

the night Petty Officer King
was murdered,

and where he was last night,

when Summer decided to go
for a walk half-naked.

You got it, boss.

It's supposed to be my day off.
How do you know Hitch won't find out

-I'm not at the hospital with my father?
-He won't.

When our computer geek's done
with your phone,

it'll show you were there all day.
Probie, rig the GPS chip.

Location, Norfolk Hospital,
noon to 1730.

-You can really do that?
-Sure.

I've already told your people
I'm not talking about this, Agent Gibbs.

-So can we please make this quick?
-You're not here to talk.

-You're here to see.
-What?

A friend.

Oh, God, Summer.

Summer.

This is not happening.

-How did this...
-How do you think?

She has a two-year-old. Even Bulldog...

Bulldog's tying up his loose ends,
Samantha.

All you have to do is cooperate with us,

and we'll take him out of your life
for good.

I can't. Don't you understand?

Your sister is in the freezer.
Maybe you'd like to say goodbye.

Summer talked to you!
That's why she's lying on that slab.

-It's not happening to me.
-You're right.

It's happening because of you.

Okay, either charge me with something,
or I'm out of here.

Now!

You're making a big mistake,
Samantha.

Once you walk out those doors,
we can't protect you.

Boss, Hitch has got a very good alibi
for last night.

He was in New York promoting his club.
The photos here are

from the gossip page of The Eastsider
this morning.

I checked with the airlines.
He didn't get back until 1100 today.

He always wins.

I tried to tell my sister that.
She didn't listen.

I hope you do before I end up dead, too.

Cause of death?

Well, she received
several fatal injuries

consistent with vehicular homicide,

and if I had to pick one,
internal bleeding.

Although her neck was broken
on impact,

damaging her spinal cord
and a carotid artery.

I'm afraid even if you'd survived,
my dear,

you would never have danced again.

-Drugs?
-Well, the tox screen showed

a mixture of methamphetamine
and alcohol in her blood.

Well, not enough to kill her
like our petty officer.

-What about the bruising?
-Well, these bruises here on her arms

were made by somebody
holding her tightly.

-I wish I could tell you more.
-Yeah, Duck. So do I.

Jethro, there is a procedure
Abby could use

to lift the fingerprints off these bruises.

-Off of dead skin?
-Yeah.

-Only we'd need your approval.
-Why?

Well, it's prohibitively expensive
and rarely works.

So is getting married. Do it.

Are you done yet?

I'm going as fast as I can.

-Do you mind?
-No.

-Now I'm done.
-Okay, put her on the plasma, probie.

Did you really
make these yourself, Kate?

-I did.
-'Cause they're delicious.

-I didn't know you could cook.
-Well, technically, it's baking.

And there's a lot about me
you don't know, Tony.

-Hey, Kate, could I try one?
-Of course, McGee.

I made enough for all...

-Tony, there were a dozen in here.
-They're really delicious.

Okay, what do you have for me?

A way to keep tabs
on Samantha King's location, boss.

I think that one was for...

When I rigged the GPS chip
in her phone,

I also downloaded the code.

So now we can follow her
anywhere she goes.

She's 20 miles outside of Norfolk
on Route 64.

-Good work, McGee. That's a good job.
-Thank you, boss.

But actually it was Tony's idea.

-I'm impressed, DiNozzo.
-Just trying to help out, boss.

-That's so not right.
-McGee, Abby needs help.

-Tony, Kate, you're with me.
-Where are we going?

Norfolk.

We're gonna pay lan Hitch a visit.

What about blowing our cover
as talent scouts?

-Samantha is leaving with us.
-She changed her mind, boss?

It does not matter.

I'm not letting her end up
like her sister downstairs.

So how is this
supposed to work, exactly?

Good question. I've never actually
done it on a body before.

-We'll figure it out together, Jimmy.
-Oh, please. Call me Jimmy.

-I just did.
-Oh, sorry. I guess I didn't hear you.

So this stuff is basically Super Glue.

It bonds instantly with almost anything.
And then when it's heated,

the vapours are attracted
to proteins and fats

left behind from a human fingerprint.

And when they dry,
you can just peel them off like a sticker.

-Oh... I'm sorry. I'll get it.
-l got it.

I'm sorry. It's my fault. My fault.

Okay. You know,
I think that this would be better

-if I just did this by myself.
-I was only trying to observe.

Okay.

-You can let go of my arms now.
-Right.

-I'm trying.
-Well, try harder, Jimmy!

I can't.

I'm stuck here.

Palmer, what the hell are you doing?

McGee, acetone and Band-Aids. Fast!

I'm tracking her GPS signal,
Gibbs. Samantha's back at the club.

DiNozzo.

-I'll wake him up.
-No. No. I got a better idea.

Hold on.

-Bad dream, Tony?
-I thought... I thought...

Call Abby, see if she got any prints
off the body.

Sure, boss.

You know, you didn't have to yell at him.
Jimmy is terrified of you now.

-He is? Cool.
-This is the last print.

It's a partial from the right bruise.

Any luck with the print
from the left arm, He-Man?

Still running them through AFIS.

Look, I'll apologise to him later. Just...
Oh, we got a match.

It's one of Hitch's bouncers,
Richard "Blue" McGinty.

All right, I got it. Thanks, Abby.

Yeah, they got a print
off Summer's body.

It's the bouncer from outside the club
the other night.

Jade, Bulldog wants to see you.

You okay, sweetheart?

I don't know how much more of this
I can take, Blue.

When you're a star,
this will all seem like a bad dream.

I'm having second thoughts
about the dream.

It's kind of late for that,
isn't it, Samantha?

-You wanted to see me?
-Close the door, Jade.

It seems that Lulu isn't a talent scout
after all.

She's a Navy cop.

I didn't know, lan. I swear.

What did you tell them?
That I killed your sister?

I didn't tell them anything.

Now why don't I believe you, Jade?

She's inside.

If you shoot me,
they'll know it was you, lan.

Tell me the game you're playing,
and I'll try and bear that in mind, then.

-I'm not playing any games.
-That's not what Summer said.

Did you know she's dead?

Of course you do.

-Put the weapon down.
-He was gonna kill her.

I didn't have a choice.

Drop it.

Do you have everything ready
for shipment to Norfolk?

Working on it.

There might be a problem though,
Gibbs.

What kind of problem?

I got back Summer Diamond's DNA,
and it does not match the DNA

we took off the condoms
at the first crime scene.

-She didn't set Willie Taylor up?
-Nope.

The weird thing is
I did get a near match

from the Armed Force's DNA registry.

He was set up by a sailor?

I'm gonna make you proud, Daddy,
just like you were of Manda.

Everybody's gonna know my name.

I was always proud of you, Sammy.

My baby, the pop star.

Wish I...

Wish we could be around to see it.

-Manda always loved your singing.
-We need to talk.

Outside.

He only has a few hours left,
Agent Gibbs.

-Is this about Blue?
-It's about you.

Summer Diamond didn't set
your sister up.

Were you gonna split the money
with Blue?

Or record a demo with it?

We know, Samantha.
Your big sister told us.

Or more appropriately, her DNA.

There's a 70% match of the DNA
found on the condoms

-in Willie Taylor's apartment.
-Only a sibling could be that close.

We also had access to your phone,
Samantha.

Guess where the GPS chip puts you
on the nights

your sister and Summer Diamond died?

Setting up lan Hitch was a nice touch.

It gets you out of that
crappy record contract you signed,

and you get all your dad's money.

She's dead
and still screwing with my life.

Go say goodbye to your father.

If I were you, I'd keep lying to him.

Always believed in you,

even when your sister didn't.

You're gonna make it.

You are gonna be famous.

I can feel it.

That's right, Daddy.

I'm gonna be a real star.