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(grunting, panting)

Sir, you find
your friend?

Yes, I did, thanks.

(grunting)

(loud clattering)

Checking out.

Name, sir?

Special Agent Anthony DiNozzo.

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Good morning, Tony.

No.

Ah.

I haven't seen that
bad boy in a while.

You had a rough night?

Yes.

Yes, the people
from Tokyo.

A few of our counterparts
were visiting

from Japan;
Director Vance

had Tony show them around.

Sake bombs.

Oh. I see.

I barely made it out
of there alive.

ZIVA: And now
you hope to

finish the job.

McGee, say words.

What you see before you, Ziva,

is The DiNozzo
Defibrillator.

It's been passed down
through six generations.

My family also has
a hangover remedy--

jasmine tea with lime.

That's disgusting.

Remind me never to have
a hangover in Israel.

DiNozzo.

Not that I have
a hangover now, boss.

You know I would never drink
on a school night.

Where were you last night?

Drinking.

You alone?
Of course not.

Not that there's anything wrong
with drinking bourbon

alone in your basement...
with a boat.

What were we talking about?

Your alibi.

My alibi? For what?

Who would want to
impersonate Tony?

ZIVA:
Perhaps Jack Nicholson.

You know,
impersonation revenge.

Or it's a frame-up.

Jeanne Benoit?

(camera shutter clicks)

Overseas.

Maybe it was Trent Kort.

Are you detecting a trend here?

Tony does have a way
with people.

The seam split.

I can't believe it.

(sighs)

I know.

Discarded like a piece of trash.

No, I meant the duffel bag.

I just bought
the same one.

Should have listened
to the reviews-- they said

the seams were
a problem.

McGee, the man is folded
in half.

I know.

No, that... it...
that's, uh, you know,

a shame, too.

Maybe I've been doing this
too long.

Huh.

Well, that's my name.

It's not my signature,
but that's my name.

(laughs)
And to think,

I almost made it an entire year
without being accused of murder.

The guy did look a lot like you.

Not helping.

Was a little more fit, though.

GIBBS:
We're gonna need...

CLERK:
...Security tapes.

And...
Key to Room 742.
Here you go.

In a bit of a rush?

Actually, yes; I'd like
to move this off the floor.

The Rosewood has a reputation

to uphold.

If there's
anything else

you need, please
let me know.

Yeah. We will.

Come on.

Funny, when I woke up
this morning,

those last four shots
seemed like a bad idea.

Don't need an alibi
with me, DiNozzo.

I'm glad you
got one, though.

Makes two of us.

Haven't seen anything quite
like this since Vegas, '99.

Cirque du Soleil.

Uh, Mother and I caught
two shows in one evening.

She's an admirer,
to say the least.

Aren't we all?

Not like my mother.

She had an infatuation

for one of the tumblers
for quite some time.

Marc or Ignacio?

Yeah, I-I've followed
Ignacio's career for
some time, and he was...

Why don't you quit
while you're behind, Palmer?

Quitting, sir.
I will go get the gurney.

Victim's Lieutenant
Justin Grady.

Works out of the
Department of Defense.

Grady?!

You know him?

Sounds familiar.

Now that you mention it,
he kind of looks familiar.

What did he do?

Currently
stationed as

an Adjunct Supervisor in DoD's
International Mail Gateway.

So he's a mailman?

Was a mailman.

You got a cause
of death, Duck?

This cyanosis indicates
lack of oxygen.

That, combined with
this ligature mark...

Strangled?
Yeah.

With a wire or cord.

And then...
to finish

him off, they stabbed
him through the heart.

Preliminary measurement shows
a three- to four-inch blade.

Nothing in
the alley.

Room is clear, too.

Well, you would know.
It is your room.

Way to kick a man
when he's down, McBackstabber.

Ziva, witnesses?

Two. A maid and
a businessman

who was rather
inebriated.

They both got clear looks
at the occupant of the room.

Matches Tony's description.

Okay, that's it.

I'm out of here.

Maybe we should
go easy on him.

Think he'd go easy on us?

Excellent point.

Remember me?

TONY:
Renny Grant.

Civilian.
Worked out of the Pentagon.

My first collar as boss,
three years ago,

when you took
your Mexican sabbatical.

Intermission?

It was a hiatus

really.

Embezzlement.

Right.

Renny was accused
of stealing over
a million bucks

from a Navy
credit union.

Got a witness to
testify against him.

Open-and-shut case.

Sort of.

Well, the only
thing is, we never

...found the money.
found the money.

Nah, not so open and shut.

Not really.

No.
That happens sometimes.

To the rest of us.

Judge sentenced
Renny to five years.

Got supervised release
three months ago.

And that coworker
who testified...

Lieutenant Justin Grady.

Yeah.
Our dead guy.

Well, nothing like a
good revenge killing

to kick off the week.

(door opening)

You miss me, Ren?
Is that it?

Just couldn't
stay away?

Missed a lot of things.

My family...

my girl...

a nice prime rib
Madeira.

You, not so much.

GIBBS:
Yeah.

Well, here you are.

(laughs softly)

And nothing's changed,
except for the gray hair.

Hey, show a
little respect.

His name's Special
Agent Gibbs.

Actually,
I was talking about you.

I think I see a few sprouting.

I got a few
gray hairs myself.

Three years.

Whew! It's a long time.

Of course,
in an eight-by-ten cell,

feels more like 30.

That why you killed the guy
who put you there?

Looking for payback?

I didn't kill anybody.

Hmm. So, Lieutenant Grady
stuffed himself

into a duffel bag.

I want to talk to Agent DiNozzo.

Alone.

Doesn't work that way.

I came to you.

And I didn't have to.

Coffee.

Coffee machine
in the next room there?

He's gone. Talk.

I'm innocent.

You said that.

Of the embezzlement charges.

You said that, too.

I can prove it.
I'm more
interested

in why the star witness
from your case showed up

in your duffel bag.

He wouldn't fit in my Samsonite.

Mm. Keep it up.

Juries love a smart-ass.

But of course, you
must remember that.

I didn't kill Lieutenant Grady.

I just wanted to talk to him.

Really? About what?

We were friends,
and he testified against me.

I had to find out why.

Grady wouldn't see me,
but I knew he'd agree

to see Agent DiNozzo,
lead investigator on the case.

So I set up a meeting
at the Rosewood.

I checked in early,
went out to eat...

and when I got back,
Grady was dead on my floor.

I don't know
what happened.

I swear to God.

I panicked.

I hid the body
and got the hell out of there.

I screwed up.

That's why I'm here.

You know, last time
you told a story that thin,

the judge sentenced you to
five years for embezzlement.

Yeah.

I remember.

Too bad I didn't have this.

What's that,
a good luck charm?

It's a USB drive

with a paper trail
that proves I was innocent.

Took me three years
to dig it all up.

Thanks to you, I had the time.

The appeals court
won't even look at it.

I figured
you might be able to help me.

It is the least you can do.

Well, I'll see
if I can get around to it.

I don't know if you've heard,

but I am in the middle
of a murder investigation.

Don't believe
a word he says.

We got motive.

We got opportunity.

Uh-huh.

I know. Why'd he come back?

That's a good question, boss.

Boss?

Was your case, wasn't it?

(wry laugh):
Yeah.

You're not going back
to Mexico, are you?

Your case, you're lead.

Really?

Yeah.
I think it's even a rule.

There.

All right,
zooming in.

ZIVA:
That's Renny Grant.

But he didn't check out
of the hotel

till three hours later.

So, where is he going?

TONY:
Dinner.

Or so he says.

What have we got?

Our suspect.

All over Rosewood's
surveillance video.

MCGEE:
But no sign yet

of our victim.
Keep looking.

McGee...

What?

Victim's background.

Credit cards,
bank statements.

Gibbs.

Take a look at
Renny's appeal.

Use it to catch
yourself up

on the original
embezzlement case,

then work with McGee.

On it, boss.

Are you going
back to Mexico?

No.

MCGEE:
Rule number 38.

Mm-hmm.

(phone ringing)

Yeah. Gibbs.

(indistinct voice
over phone)

Mm-hmm.

TONY:
Yeah.

On my way, Abs.

(clears throat)

Caf-POW!

Right.

Hey.

Talk to me, Abs.

Here you go.

Thank you, Gibbs.

Abby...

I was just examining
the evidence

from the murder scene, Gibbs.

Abby...

The room was luckily
really clean,

because, you know,
hotel rooms,

they can be a
forensic scientist's

biggest nightmare, Gibbs.
Abby!

I'm not Gibbs.

Yes, you are.

Because, if you're not,
there's a problem.

And after
Sister Rosita

spraining her ankle
in the sixth frame

and Mr. Giggles escaping...

Mr. Giggles?

Stay on topic, Gibbs.

Not Gibbs.

Okay, tell me.

I can take it.

Well, he's just upstairs...

Wait.

I can't.

Rule 38.

Oh.

So, um, I processed

the evidence
from the crime scene--

Tony-- and nothing contradicts
your initial assessment.

Lieutenant Grady
entered Renny's room.

There was a short struggle.

Broken lamp.

During the scuffle,
they fell onto the bed.

Bloody pillow.
Where Lieutenant Grady

was strangled
and stabbed to death.

I found Grady's blood

on the comforter.

I don't want to tell you
what else I found.

Yeah, you do.
Oh, you know me so well.

But that's gonna have
to wait for later,

because I am cooking up
some awesomeness.

Awesome me.

I ran the swabs

that you took from the sink,

and I found traces

of sodium tallowate,
water and fragrance.

(smacks arm)

Soap!

Gibbs would have known that.

Right.

I can also tell

by the chemical decomposition
that the sink

was used after Grady
was murdered.

Killer washed his hands.

And...

left a partial fingerprint.

Hm.

It's degraded
by the soap,

so I can't run it
through any databases,

but I should be able

to pull enough from it

to incriminate a suspect.

Well, we got one of those.

Let me know
as soon as you're done.

Now...

who is Mr. Giggles?

Back to work, DiNozzo.

I hope I don't have to train him
all over again.

MCGEE: So Tony
is in charge again.

ZIVA:
Yes.

How do you feel about it?

Tony is a competent,
capable investigator

and a good leader.

You do not agree?

No, I agree.

It's just...

he's kind of irritating
when he's not the boss.

When he is,

he walks around
with that peacock strut,

that smirk.

It's like...

(chuckles)

He's behind me, isn't he?

Smirking.

That's good timing--
how long were you

waiting back there?
Two minutes.

Ziva, any luck
with the surveillance video?

I finally found our victim,
Lieutenant Grady.

He entered through a...

Service entrance.

Yes.

Nearly two hours
before he was killed.

I spoke again
to the floor maid,

and she admits letting him
into Renny's room.

Claimed he lost his key?

McGee, stroke my plumage.

Well, uh, nothing unusual

in Lieutenant Grady's
bank statements,

but I did find a sealed file
in his records.

Well, some of his testimony
in Renny's embezzlement case

did involve
classified information.

Just to be sure, I'm petitioning
the judge for access.

Nice work, team.

I'm proud of you.

We're sitting
pretty.

Pretty as a...

Peacock?

Oh, hey, boss.

Uh, Jethro.

Did you catch
up on Renny's

embezzlement case?

Yes.

And I went through his appeal.

Let me guess:

Wasted three years of his life.

No, you did.

Kid was innocent.

The original case hinged
on computer logs.

Showed Renny embezzling
from a base credit union.

First National.

Using the latest open source
forensic software,

Renny dug up evidence

that those logs
were falsified.

Yeah, but it
turns out Renny

wasn't even
in the country

when the money
was stolen.

Where?

Iraq.

MCGEE: Since the computer
Renny supposedly

did the embezzling with
was on base...

TONY:
I get it, McGee.

The guy didn't do it.

He raises bunnies
and grew rainbows,

and I put him in prison.

(sighing)

TONY (quietly):
Come on.

Think.

Campfire.

Gibbs.

Huddle up.

Thank you.

Okay...

Renny didn't steal the money.

That's my bad.

But it doesn't
let him off the hook

killing Lieutenant Grady.

Not at all.

It was Grady's testimony
that put him away.

False testimony.

Insult to injury.

So, if anything,
Renny's motive

for murder
just got stronger.

What is our dead guy's motive?

Lied on the witness stand
three years ago.

Why?

Maybe he was the real embezzler.

Used Renny as his fall guy.

Sounds like a theory.

Now we just need to prove it.

(phone ringing)

Yes?

(on phone):
Jethro, come down a moment.
Oh, hey, Ducky.

Tony?
Yeah, I'll be right down.

Keep it.

Ziva, I want all the transcripts
from Renny's embezzlement trial.

McGee, interviews.

If he worked with him,
you're talking

to him.

Gibbs.

Good campfire.

Congratulations on your
promotion, Anthony,

fleeting as it may be.

Thanks, Ducky.

Actually, I'm, uh,
off to a rough start.

Hope you got
something good for me.

Yes, well, I found

some anomalies
on Lieutenant Grady's body.

First, note this

pernicious rash
on his lower extremities.

Lovely.

It continues

up his back,
erupting into blisters.

Some nasty blisters.

I have a sample for you
to see, if you like.

I'll take your word for it.

Agent Gibbs never passes up
the opportunity

of enjoying the fruits
of my labor.

(chuckling)

(sighs)

(chuckles)
Yeah, his X-rays

(Tony coughing)
showed nodules on both
his upper and lower lobes.

At first, I thought they might
be cancerous lesions,

but combined
with the rash...

Valley fever.

Very good, Anthony.

How did you know...
Long story.

Let's just say I'm
not going back

to Arizona
anytime soon.
Yes.

I feel the same way
about Stronachlachar.

As you are
no doubt aware,

valley fever is native

to the southwest
of the United States.

The lieutenant must have spent
some time there, and recently.

Thanks, Ducky.

That's not why

I called you down here.

Valley fever is aptly named.

Lieutenant Grady

would have had a slight fever

when he died--
most assuredly--

which would alter
my initial time of death.

By how much?

Two hours prior.

That would put

time of death around 8:30 p.m.?

Is that a problem?

Yeah, it is,

because Renny Grant was
having dinner at 8:30 p.m.,

and I've got a dozen
witnesses to prove it.

Then your murder suspect
is no longer a suspect.

TONY:
Renny.

Give us a minute.

I am sorry.

Just so I'm straight,
what's that for?

Putting me in prison

or accusing me of murder?

Prison.

I think we're even
on the murder thing.

You did drop a body
down a trash chute.

Hm.

Good thing my probation's up.

What am I looking at anyway for
tampering with a crime scene?

Well, it's gonna be up
to the judge.

If you're lucky, time served.

And my appeal?

I'll write you a letter.

Better be a hell of a letter.

I promise it will be.

Who set you up, Renny?

Can you prove that it
was Lieutenant Grady?

(chuckles)

Already proved I didn't do it.

And now you expect
me to find

the guy who did.

What exactly are you gonna do?

Renny.
Yeah, yeah.

Don't leave town.

I know the drill.

(phone ringing)

Tony.

(phone continues ringing)
To--

Tony.

MCGEE:
You answered the wrong phone,
didn't you?

What, McGee?

Wilkins is here.
Well, just tell him
you're handling

the interviews.

Well, he asked for you.

Do I have to do everything?

All right, I'll be right up.

(door opening)

Told you so.

I've been waiting three years
to say that.

How's life
in the Pentagon, Mitch?

You pulled a Shawshank.

You put the wrong guy away.

We put the wrong guy away.

As I recall,
you were his supervisor.

Hey, I just discovered
the money was missing.

Told you from the beginning
Renny was framed.

He didn't have

the computer skills...

He does now.

Worked on his appeal
in the can.

How's Ziva?

Ziva?

Uh... why?

I haven't seen her in a while.

Three years.

Yeah, right, of course.

Closer to two.

When she added me
as a friend on Facebook.

Ziva's on Facebook?

You ever see
her knife collection?

Ooh-rah.

You've been
to her place?

It was a double-team.

(chuckles)

The embezzlement.

Never could figure
how it was done.

Looks like Renny did.

Access logs were faked.

And with our security systems,
that's no easy task.

Would have needed
at least two people--

one to open the server port,
the other to falsify the logs.

Lieutenant Grady had a partner.

Had to be someone in-house.

Which rules Renny out... again.

It's a big list.

Our department employs
over 2,000 people.

It is a lot of work,
isn't it, Mitch?

I'm gonna need the updated
addresses and contact info.

Thanks.

You got it.

Tell Ziva I'll poke her.

You know... Facebook.

(sloshing)

What are you doing?

I'm waiting for you.

You're late.

You got something?

I had something
four minutes ago.

Why didn't you call?

Because that's
not how it works.

When I find something,

Gibbs immediately walks
through the door.

Have you forgotten
all of your training?

I remembered
your Caf-POW!

Horseshoes and hand grenades,
DiNozzo.

Now that that's settled, I
lifted our partial fingerprint

from the soap dispenser.

It's still not enough
to get a match

from a database,
but it is

definitely enough
to incriminate someone

if we have a suspect...
...suspect, I know.

Got a list of 'em.

2,000 of Renny's
former coworkers.

Check your inbox.

(typing)

Got it.

Now, this time, if
I find something,

you better
already know.

What's this?

For Sister Rosita's ankle.

I stopped by the NCIS gym.

It took me
about four minutes.

And you found something.

We've got two embezzlers,
and one of 'em gets trashed,

literally.

Why?

Maybe his partner
got greedy,

decided he wanted
all the money.

But the theft was
three years ago.

What took him so long?

Well...

Maybe...

He got scared.

He found out his partner
was going to meet

with the agent
from the original case.

It wasn't DiNozzo,
but the killer didn't know that,

so if I'm him, I'm
wondering why my buddy

is meeting with
a federal agent.

Hmm, maybe he's going
to flip on me.

He can't if he's dead.

There's our motive.

We just need our killer.

May have just found him.

Abby matched a print

from Renny's hotel room
to one of his former coworkers,

a Commander Carl Davis.

TONY:
Gear up.

What?

We've just never
heard you say

that much at one time.

Or in a week.

Wasn't my job before.

Come on.

So, listen, boss, I just
wanted to talk to you

about this
before we go in.

Um, I was just thinking,

'cause I'm the
boss on this case,

I thought maybe
I should drive

on the way back, you know,
just for appearances' sake.

It's not that important,
but... never mind.

TONY:
Here we go.

Oh. I'm the boss.
Right.

Federal agents.

Yes?

NCIS.

Is Commander Davis here?

Well, he is gone for the week.

I'm sorry.

(gasps)

Look, I said he's not here.

We have a warrant.
Wait a minute,
what are you doing?

McGee, around back.
You can't just go in there.

I said he's not here!
ZIVA: Then we will not have
a problem, will we?

Wait!
Just calm down.
Stay calm, ma'am.

What do you think...? You have
no right! He's not here!

(muffled moaning)

Wait!

(muffled yells)

Look, you guys have
got this all wrong.

H-He likes to
be handcuffed.

And the broken nose?

He slipped.

And the
lighter fluid?

Look, after what he did,

it was either that
or my garden shears.

Guess it was
his lucky day then.

Not yours.

The Burning Bed,
1984, Farrah Fawcett.

Torched her husband
while he was sleeping.

Second wife's favorite movie.

Maybe Commander Davis' wife
is going for a sequel.

Hell hath no fury.

Like a woman scorned.

Third wife's favorite quote.

Here, McGee.
Commander Davis' wife

received this in
the mail yesterday.

Postmarked from Hawaii.

Over here.

Oh.

(clears throat)

Photos of her husband on
a beach, and he is not alone.

Obviously
not the missus.

Who sent it?

"Paid a private investigator
to follow my wife.

Just thought you should know
what he found."

The other husband--
how kind of him.

What do they say?

"Misery loves company."

Where'd you get that--
your fourth wife?

Hold this against your jaw.
TONY:
Give us a second.

Mm-hmm.

I thought waking up
to General Quarters was tough.

Thank God you came when you did.

Yeah, would have been a bummer
to find my prime suspect dead.

Prime...?

Suspect.

For what,
cheating on my wife?

Embezzling from the Navy.

You don't play
much poker, do you?

Murder of Lieutenant
Justin Grady.

Jay's dead?

When?

How?

There you go.

Now he's got his game face on.

Look, I don't know what you're
talking about.
Really?

You left your fingerprint
at the crime scene last night.

The lieutenant was in Hawaii?

Because I was,

all last week.

And my wife has
the pictures to prove it.

Okay, I take
full responsibility

for making you think

that Commander Davis
was the killer.

That being said...

it's not my fault.

Apology accepted. I think.

Okay, exhibit A,
from the murder scene,

where I found
Commander Davis' fingerprint.

Except that Commander Davis was
5,000 miles away at the time.

So how did his fingerprint
get in Renny's hotel room?

I ran every test that I could
on the dispenser

and I found an interesting
chemical compound

on the exterior.

Ammonia, arsenic,
and hydrogen cyanide.

Broken thumb.

C-C-Cigar?

Cigar-ette... smoke.

Ding!

Except it was a
non-smoking room

and the smoke detector
never went off.

Where did the smoke
come from?

I called the hotel

to get another dispenser
for comparison.

Turns out this...

is the model they use
in their hotel.

No one's ever seen...

this before.

Where'd it come from?

Gibbs could have done that
with just a look.

You're such a pushover.

It came from here.

Commander Davis'
bathroom.

Part...

of a matching set.

(taps table)

Someone stole it
from Davis' house

and planted it
at the murder scene.

Commander Davis
was set up.

The soap dispenser

was planted
at the crime scene.

There was a third embezzler.

Looks that way, my friend.

No, Tony, there was
a third embezzler.

I'm looking at Commander
Davis' computer logs.

He transferred
the missing money

to an internal account
that he created.

Then a third
user moved it

to an external one.

Oh.

Can we trace it?

I'm working on it,
but I doubt it.

Okay, pretend I'm Gibbs
and try answering again.

(scoffs)

I am working on it,
but I doubt it, boss.

That's all I'm gonna
get out of you, huh?

W-- I traced the account
to the Caymans,

but that's as far
as I could get.

I'm sorry.
Okay, well,
give me something

to hold.

I don't...

Thank you.

Whoever that
third user is,

he covered his tracks
pretty well.
Any chance

it could be my doppel-friend?
Renny?

No, that much I'm sure of,
but given his research,

you know, he may be able to
provide a little insight.

We can find
our own insight.

Yeah, but...
Trust me, McGee,

if we ask for a life vest,
he's throwing an anchor.

Any luck with Commander Davis?

Gibbs and Ziva
have been interrogating him

for over an hour
and he's not talking.

So, if they can't
get him to talk...

Interrogation's that way.

I know!

You're late, Palmer.

Sorry.
Had to wait for Dr. Mallard

to leave for his Pilates class.

Jamaican mocha.

I heard
you were boss again;

I stocked up.
Thanks.

Just in case.

All right, talk to me.

I got three guys who embezzled
a cool mil from a Navy base.

And Renny Grant was
their fall guy.

I did my homework.

First embezzler
was found dead,

second was framed
for his murder.

So you think
the third guy did it?

What do you need me for?

Can't find him.

Did you follow the money?

Can't find that either.

Not surprised.

It's common for embezzlers

to sit on the money
for a year or two,

at least
until the heat wears off.

Killer might finally be ready
for a withdrawal.

And doesn't want to share.

What'd Renny say?

About?

The third embezzler.

Renny knows his case
better than anybody.

You haven't talked to him.

Trust me,
if I ask for a life vest,

he's throwing me an...

An anchor. Yeah.

Yeah...
I guess if I put

an innocent man in prison,

the last thing
that I would want to do

is go ask him for help.

But I'd do it, anyway.

Hmm.

Thanks, Palmer.

Again.

That's "Agent" Palmer.

Renny!

Renny!

(smoke alarm beeping)

Renny!
(coughing)

Is there anybody here?

(coughing)

Renny!

Pot roast looks
a little well done.

Prime rib.

Madeira.

Fire department says it's
been cooking for hours.

I guess we know Renny wasn't
expecting company.

Well, he got it anyway.

ZIVA:
Point of entry
was from here.

There were security bars,

but it appears
Renny removed them.

Guess I would, too,
if I had just spent...

Never mind.

Window's been jimmied.

Yes, possibly
with this.

I found it
behind the bookshelf.

There is blood on it.

Intruder must've dropped it
in the struggle.

Looks like Renny put up
one hell of a fight.

Well, only one thing
seems to be missing.

Renny.

Third embezzler knows Renny
might be able to I.D. him.

Yeah, well,

he's tying up loose ends.

McGee, BOLO.

Checked it
four minutes ago.
Check it again.

Ziva, status
on the traffic cams.

I will let you know
when I get to my desk.

Gibbs, coordinate
with highway patrol.

I want checkpoints at
every on and off ramp.

Ziva.

No hits yet.

Widen the search.
The whole county.

No, the whole state.

This a waste of resources!

Just do it! Now!

DiNozzo.
What?

Campfire.

Problems?
No.

Everything's peachy.

Nothing I like more than putting
an innocent man in prison.

Except, of course,
for getting him killed.

Hmm.

Renny's dead?

I hadn't heard that.

Save the pep talk.

We both know I screwed up.

Yeah.

Three years ago.

But now you're making it right.

And me proud.

You've been doing...

a hell of a job, Anthony.

Until about three minutes ago.

Get your head on right.

What would you like me to do?

Trust your gut.

Yeah.

I think I'd rather trust yours
right now.

Then give me my damn phone back.

Hope I'm not interrupting
something-- and if I am,

I hope somebody's gonna
tell me about it.

What do you got, Abs?

Checking
the roadblocks, boss.

So...

I was interrupting
something.

Abs, what do you got?

The knife from
Renny's house.

I identified the blood on it;
the good news is

it's not Renny's.
The bad news?

You're such a cynic.

There is no bad news.
Only better news.

The blood belongs
to...

our murder victim from
the Rosewood Suites.

It's our missing
murder weapon.

Our messy murder weapon.

Which is weird,
'cause most killers,

they would rinse
before they repeat.

Why didn't ours?

Why don't you ask him.

He left his DNA on the handle.

WILKINS:
NCIS handling parking
tickets now?

Where's Renny?

How should I know?

You abducted him.

(laughs)

Why would I
do that?

You could almost hear the band
playing in Tony's head.

He really does love
this part.

Ah, he's earned it.

Larry, Moe and Curly.

The Three Stooges.

Figured out how to embezzle
a cool mil from the U.S. Navy.

But they needed a fall
guy, didn't they?

And that was Renny.

Hey, I'm the one who told you

I thought Renny was framed.

Yeah, it was a
neat trick.

I'm going to have
to remember that one

for the next time I want someone
to think I'm a complete moron.

Betcha five bucks Tony does
the chair-toss technique.

Mm, ten he switches
to strong and silent.

Nah, 20 bucks he's gonna
do the picture tear.

You thought suitcase
stuffed Curly

was going to flip.

So you killed him.

WILKINS:
I'm not sure

what you've
been smoking but, uh...

And then our friend Moe
got framed for the murder.

And then you went after Renny,

because you figured he was
the only one who could
still implicate you.

And with him dead,

you guys were home free.

Recognize this?

We got your DNA.

You should've stuck
with embezzling,

because you're going to get life
for murder.

Okay, look...
I did follow

Lieutenant Grady
to the Rosewood.

But it was just to talk him out
of meeting with you.

And the part where
you killed him?

He attacked me.

It was self-defense.

Oh...

Self-defense.

Where's Renny?!

I don't know!

I don't even know
where he lives!

You left the murder weapon
at his house.

No, I left it at the Rosewood.

I don't know who took it
to Renny's,

but it sure as hell wasn't me.

I can prove it, too.

I was in court yesterday,
all day.

Court?

Court.

Court?

Metro busted Wilkins a week
ago for drug possession.

Arraignment was
yesterday.

Which means...
He didn't grab Renny.

MCGEE:
Wilkins

isn't the only one
with legal problems.

Lieutenant Grady's
sealed file

just got unsealed.

If he wasn't lying

in our morgue,
he'd be under indictment

for mail fraud.

Grady was put under

investigation
three weeks ago

after the Navy
received...

An anonymous tip.

Yeah, how did you know?
Metro said

Wilkins was busted after
an anonymous tip, too.

ZIVA:
It gets better.

Abby says the postmark
on the envelope

sent to Commander Davis'
wife was fake.

Photos weren't sent
from Hawaii.

ZIVA:
No.

It was hand-delivered.

It was all Renny.

He knew who framed him.

Yeah, getting his payback.

If Renny knew who set him up,
why not turn 'em in?

He was buying time.

For what?

Remember me?

(sighs)

Found Sergeant Wilkins' knife?

Oh, yeah.

Right where you left it.

He's in custody.

Looking at life.

Wasn't part of the plan,

but I'll take it.

They got what they deserved,
no thanks to you.

What do you think
you deserve?

Three years of my life
back,

but that's not gonna happen.

Thought I told you
to stay in town, Ren.

Those tampering charges
are still pending.

That why you're here?

I think you know why I'm here.

You still haven't found
the money?

I figured, you know,

with all that research
that you did,

you might know
where they hid it.

It'd be a hell of
a consolation prize.

Yeah.

Sorry.

Wish I could help.

Heading south?

I don't know.

Am I?

How'd it go?

I guess I missed him.

Yeah.

Well, I figured.

(sighs)

Boat. Bourbon.

Basement.

I get it.

Hey.

There you go, boss.

(jet engines roaring)

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