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Where is McGee?

I don't know.

He's been acting distracted
lately.

Gibbs is on his case.

I have noticed.

So, um,

did you know
Special Agent Patterson?

Not really. Met him in
a crime scene training class

at FLETC. Seemed like
a nice guy.

Give McGee a call.

Tell him
we're waiting.

TONY:
I have a message.

WOMAN:
Good afternoon, I'm calling

from Hubbard & Hubbard,
solicitor's office...

Sorry. There was an accident
on MacArthur.

Let's go.

That was strange.

A law firm in London
wants me to call.

Says it's important.

What could they want?

I don't know. Maybe it's
about my Uncle Clive.

Remember that funeral
I went to last month?

Your uncle really died?

I thought you were
making that up

to get some
time off.

Who do you
think I am?

GIBBS:
He was Agent Afloat
on the George Washington.

It returned to Norfolk
two days ago.

You notified Director Vance?

Yeah. It's way after midnight
in Singapore.

I sent him an e-mail.

(horn beeps)

(sighs)

Sorry, boss. Got hung up
in traffic.

ZIVA: 911 came from
the pastry chef

at the restaurant
on the corner.

He was in the kitchen

when he heard the
screech of tires.
Ran out.

Caught sight of a
dark-colored SUV
racing away.

He did not here
any shots. Silencer?

Or a small-caliber weapon
that doesn't make much noise.

ZIVA:
Ducky said the entry wounds
were small.

Yeah. One shot was behind
the ear, close-range.

Professional hit.

Jethro, you might want
to take a look at this.

Hey, DiNozzo, bring him in.

Homeland Security.
Got it.
(dialing)

Tony, why'd you cover for me?

Did I?

This is Anthony DiNozzo, NCIS.

Please call me back...

Patterson never got a shot off.
The mag's full.

Hey, boss, I reached
his office.

Voice mail. Left a message.

DiNozzo, cell phone
on the back of the card.

Oh, good eye.

(dialing)
I don't know how
I could have missed that.

Bartholomew Lemming, this is
Special Agent Anthony DiNozzo.

I need you
to stop by...

Special Agent Gibbs,
I got a woman

who insists on
talking to you.

Claims she's with NCIS.
Real weirdo.

Wearing a Dracula cape
and dog collar.

Like she'd be with you.

She is.

You serious?

Oh, yeah. Let her in.

Sorry about that.

Go ahead.

Abbs, what
are you doing here?

Is that him?

Is that Jack Patterson?

What are you doing
here, Abby?

This is terrible.

Abby...

This is all my fault.

Gibbs, he was coming
to see me.

Agent Jack Patterson.

It's not what I thought
he'd look like.

Said you knew him.

We had a very special
phone relationship.

He would mail me
forensic evidence,

I'd e-mail him
back results.

He'd call me,
I'd call him.

He never forgot my birthday...
like you did

last year.

I don't know. It's his voice.

He sounded... shorter,

blonder, with
a mustache.

You got all that
from his voice, Abbs?

You sounded different
when you had a mustache.

Well, why was he
coming to see you?

He said he wanted
to show me something.

What?

I don't know.

He wanted to meet up
last night.

And I... I put him off.

I told him to come
this morning.

Gibbs, if...
if I had just

met up with him
last night,

he'd probably be
alive right now.

Oh, well, it's a little
after 10:00

in the morning here.

I can be reached on my cell
at any time.

You did write that number down?

Good. Tell Mr. Hubbard

that I anxiously
await his call,

and you have yourself
a very nice day or night,

or whatever time it is there.

(mimics English accent):
Okay, cheerio.

(laughs)

I suppose that was
for my benefit.

Okay, I'll bite.

Uh, are you in the will?

McProbie, we can
only assume, right?

That was his secretary.
Mr. Hubbard,

my great-uncle's
solicitor wasn't
available,

but she did confirm
that he represents
Uncle Clive's estate.

Clive DiNozzo.

Clive Paddington.
It's my mother's side.

We talking big money?

Huge money! (laughs)

I mean, Jed Clampett money.

I'm talking Texas gold.

It's actually North Sea
oil money.

I take it you were
close to the old gent.

I spent my 17th
summer in Blighty.

Uncle Clive was my mentor.

Kind of like Al Pacino
and Chris O'Donnell in
Scent of a Woman.

Whoo-ah!

Guessing the opposite sex
was involved.

He could sniff out
a gorgeous woman

and close the deal
faster than anyone
I ever met.

DiNozzo, I'm more concerned
about closing that case.

I'm working on it, boss.

Uh, right. Um...

The George Washington returned
from a six-month deployment

to South and Central America.

Special Agent Patterson

was still living on board
in Norfolk.

Was looking for an apartment.

No one knew he left the ship
and was in D.C.

Ten years in the Navy,
joined NCIS in '98.

He had a setback in 2003.

Spent some time on the beach
for use of excessive force.

Never married.
Only immediate family:

a mother and a sister living
in Wheeling, West Virginia.

Special Agent Gibbs,

Bartholomew Lemming,
Homeland Security.

Call me Bart, Agent Gibbs.

Anthony DiNozzo.

We're in
the conference room.

(phone ringing)

Oh-ho! Oh.

My life is about to change.

Thinks he's about
to inherit a fortune.

(scoffs)

Anthony DiNozzo.

Oh, yeah.

Oh, yeah.

Okay, as soon as I can. Sorry.

Blockbuster. Rosemary's Baby,
it's overdue.

I met Jack Patterson

shortly after I joined
Homeland Security.

I was assigned to Customs
Border Protection Division.

He was working out
of the NCIS Resident Agency

in Yuma, Arizona,
so we coordinated

on incursions and
smuggling cases.

When was the last time
you heard from him?

He left me a message last night.

I was gonna call him

when I got to the
office this morning.

Said he was
working a case

and he found something
he wanted to show me.
Yeah?

What did he want to show you?

Mm-mnh.

What's he working on?

I don't know.

Jack and I were friendly
in Yuma.

You know how it goes.

We lost contact
with one another.

How did he die?

Shot. Think
he was on his way here.

And he had my business card
in his hand. Why?

You tell me.

We had some good times.

Jack could put them down.

He knew how to party.

We were single then.

Took the plunge last year.

What can I do to help?

I don't know yet.

You have my cell number.

That's the best way
to reach me.

I'm in the field this week.

Well, Joint Threat Assessment
Task force with the FBI.

I wish you luck with that.

(chuckles)

Um, hey.

You know, we always said that,
um, we would meet someday.

This isn't exactly
what I expected.

God, this is awkward.

Um...

when you called me last night,
you sounded, uh,

you know, excited.

Said you had to see me.

I thought you meant a date.

I mean, did you want to go out,
or was it something else?

Was I just jumping
to conclusions?

I... God, I didn't know
what to say to Gibbs.

Oh, no, are you
behind me, Gibbs?

You flatter me, Abby.

There was just... there was
something I needed to ask
Special Agent Patterson.

Abby...

What?

You talk to dead
people all the time.

Well, I have my reasons.

Their bodies tell
me a great deal.

It helps to reciprocate.

But we have work to do.

I need the slugs.

You'll get them...

in due time.

(pats shoulder)

WEIDMAN:
Patterson was supposed
to be finishing up paperwork

on the deployment.

I have no idea why
he was in Washington.

He's NCIS--

don't you know?

Anything unusual happen
during the deployment?

Well, 6,500 men and women,

six months, seven
tropical ports-- the usual.

Alcohol, fighting, petty thefts.

All in Patterson's
daily activity log--
nothing major.

Excuse me, Commander?

Yes?

Could you identify these photos?

It's the last file Patterson
opened yesterday afternoon.

These images were downloaded
from a digital camera.

TONY:
Ooh.

Nine tac, 35 tac,
six tac A.

That would be a forward
port-side storage area.

I spent four glorious
months aboard the Seahawk.

It was a rewarding
experience.

This part of an
investigation, Commander?

WEIDMAN:
Hey, it's a big ship,

on a cruise to South America.

A misguided sailor might think

he'll be able
to smuggle drugs aboard.

I'm not getting
a signal down here.

You expecting a call, DiNozzo?

They'll leave a message.

Patterson and I
worked well together.

He understood the demands

on the X.O.

Usually didn't come to me
until he had something.

(clears throat)

Wow, if you were thinking
of smuggling something,

this would be
the perfect hiding place.

Check it out.

Uh, boss,
it's, it's pretty late.

This could
take hours,

and then it's a long
drive back to Washington.

Well, most of the
crew's on leave.

You'll find a
place to bunk.

Oh, perfect.

22-caliber.

This one's in pristine shape.

I like pristine.

ROY:
Hey, Abby.

Ziva.

Hey, Roy.

Ah, U.S. mail.

You mean overnight carrier.

No, no, U.S. mail.

Someone dropped this
in the mailbox.

No postage.

'Cause it was addressed to NCIS,

the postal inspector
gave us a call.

It's addressed to me?

Well, you could say that.

It's a credit card receipt.

It's Jack Patterson.

Did the, um,
postal inspector say

where it was
mailed from?

Um... 400 block of K Street.

That's where
Patterson was killed.

So... he knew
he was in jeopardy,

and his last desperate act
was to mail this?

He wanted this to get
to me even he didn't.

He died getting me this?

There has to be a reason
he sent it to you.

I don't know.

I mean, maybe he guessed

the little girl
looked like me, or...

No, that's... stupid.

I-I don't know.

You ever talk about art?

When you weren't talking

about forensic evidence,

what'd you talk about?

Well, that's personal, Gibbs.

I feel like you're
interrogating me.

I am.

Okay, she's reading a book.

The book got a title?

No.

Abby, Patterson died

getting this to you.

I know.

This is totally weirding me out.

All right, you said
you had a match on the slug.

Yeah.

(sighs):
Okay.

The one on the left is one that
Ducky took from Patterson.

I ran it through
the NIBIN database.

It's an exact match
to the one on the right,

which was used...

in the unsolved murder

of a businessman in Scottsdale,
Arizona, two years ago.

(whistling a tune)

MAN OVER P.A.:
Chief Engineering Officer
Santori...

(keypad beeping)

(buzzing)

McGee?

(clatter in distance)

Ow!

(groans)

(chuckles)

Hey.

What are you
doing in there?

Our jobs.

I'm looking
for contraband.

I found this.

You are looking good.

What have we here?

We?

Where were you while I'm down
there banging my head, huh?

Skinning my knees?

I was up on the
flight deck,

trying to get
a cell signal.

I've been playing
phone tag

with Uncle
Clive's solicitor.

Screw your Uncle Clive.

You haven't done anything
all morning.

Whoa, whoa.

What's with you, McCranky?

You need to chill-ax.

You want me to chill-ax?
You want me to chill-ax?

I will chill-ax when you tell me
that you have done something!

I have done something.

I went over Special
Agent Patterson's

e-mails and daily
activity log.

Four days ago,

he did a background check

on a Seaman
Richard Zell.

He's had him under
surveillance since Panama.

Zell... is one
of only three people

with the access code
to this storage bay.

Where's Seaman Zell now?

Well, according to the ship's
duty roster log,

he's due back on board
in an hour.

You make anything of it?

Yeah. I'm aware of the artist.

Dina Risi.

I admired her work in Yuma.

I should've bought it then;
I can't afford it now.

Any idea why Patterson
would've sent it to our lab?

I've been trying to make
a connection between
the painting and Jack,

but I can't.

ZIVA:
That was a Scottsdale

homicide detective--
it made his day when I told him

the weapon that killed
Special Agent Patterson

was the same one
that was used

in the murder of a local
businessman by the name of...

Hamilton Cooper.

They have not
had any movement

on the case
in the past two years.

He is e-mailing me
their case file.

You think Patterson's death
had anything to do

with the time he and I
were stationed in Yuma?

Do you?

Well, we did
some joint operations.

I'll make some phone calls,
go back through the files,
see what I can dig up.

Uncle Clive's primary residence

is this manor house
that's just outside
of Henley on Thames.

You have to come

and visit sometime.

In the summer,

they have these, uh,
annual regattas.

(affected accent):
It's absolutely smashing.

Tony, shut up.

What I wouldn't give
for a sock full of horse manure.

La-di-da! Look at you,
fancy-pants-movie-reference.

Annie Hall,
1977.

Really Woody Allen's best.

Hey, did I tell you
about Clive's, uh,

muse in London?

Really, do you
have any idea

how insufferable you are?

What are you
doing? Hey.

You're dripping paint
all over the place.

McGEE:
Look, you see

what you're
doing there?

Look at what I'm doing, okay?

Watch. You do...

even strokes.

You see that?

Uh-huh.
Nice, even strokes.

We're pretend
painting, McGoo.

Whoa.

Keep that away from me.

(keypad beeping)

(buzzing, door opens)

(door closes)

(keypad beeping)

(door opens)

Hi.

NCIS.

Put your hands
behind your head,

spread your legs.

(grunts)

TONY:
Oh, God!

(yells)

God!

I don't need
this crap!

I'm about to be a
very wealthy man.

(exhales):
Oh.

ABBY:
I fumed it with cyanoacrylate.

There's dozens of prints.

So far I've been able
to I.D. two:

Special Agent Patterson
and Roy from our mailroom.

So many prints,
so little time.

But...

I tried something else.

How long do you think

it takes
ballpoint pen ink to dry?

Like, really, really dry.

Abbs.

Four to five days.

I removed
the clear plastic window

from the carton, and I coated
the inside with a solvent,

lifting the ink
residue left

by the original
sender's mailing label.

I heat-transferred it
to a clean piece of paper,

then I scanned it...

What's it say?
I can't make it out.

I'm not done yet, Gibbs.

And I ran it through

an enhancement program.

The package was
sent to Patterson

from the artist,
Dina Risi.

And there's
her phone number.

Well, give yourself
an atta-girl.

Atta-girl.
Atta-girl.

You get anywhere
with the painting?

Never enough for you,
Gibbs, is it?

Went right to voice mail--
she's got her phone turned off.

You know we've
got you for drugs...

and assaulting
a Federal officer.

(exhales)

So why don't you tell me
what was going down

between you and
Agent Patterson.

Yeah, I punched him.

Yeah.

Yeah, the coke is mine.

But I told you,
it's a big ship,

I didn't know Patterson.

TONY:
Well, he knew you.

Had you under surveillance
since the ship left Panama.

He may have killed
Special Agent Patterson,

but Seaman Zell

could not have killed
the Arizona businessman.

According
to his service records,

he was aboard a frigate

on his way to the Persian Gulf
at the time of the murder.

TONY:
Tell me why
you didn't.

I was just trying
to make a couple bucks.

Could you live on an E-3 salary?

What did you pay for the coke?

$2,000.

I'm going home to Brooklyn
on leave next week.

On the street,
I can get 20.

Well, you'll be lucky
if you get 25... years...

for murder.

Boss, his alibi for
yesterday morning checks out.

Patterson was
shot at 5:40 a.m.

30 minutes later,
Seaman Zell

was withdrawing

$40 from an ATM

on the base at Norfolk.
That's 200 miles away.

Even you couldn't
drive that fast, boss.

Based on the amount
of drugs involved,

we're pretty sure that Seaman
Zell was working alone.

So I don't have
a serious smuggling problem

aboard the Washington.

A new NCIS Agent

will be assigned this week.

He'll follow up.

What's to follow up?

I thought you said
Seaman Zell didn't have

any connection to
Special Agent Patterson's death.

It's an ongoing investigation.

We're returning him
to your command.

Suggest you put him in
pre-trial confinement.

TONY:
He say anything?

Feel like the guy's
got an agenda?

What do we got?

McGee, tell him
about the e-mail.

Doesn't sound like Patterson
shared Commander Weidman's

feelings about them
working well together.

Patterson told the captain
in an e-mail

that he felt
Weidman was

obstructing some of
his investigations.

Got a call into the captain.

ZIVA:
Gibbs, Dina Risi,

the artist, she's starting to
be recognized outside Arizona.

Had a showing in San Francisco
in December.

She specializes
in landscapes.

She grew up in Italy,
studied art in Milan,

moved to Arizona
about ten years ago.

Dina Risi's always been

very outspoken on
ecological issues.

I did talk to the
local sheriff--

guy by the name
of Clay Boyd.

(imitating Boyd):
And he said that he was
looking for her,

but she, well,
she just disappeared.

Disappeared?

Disappeared.

Like she just fell off
the face of the earth.

He talks just like that.

That's how he talks.

(normal voice):
I won't though.

Says that she has

a remote, mountain retreat
where likes to go and paint,

but he doesn't
know where it is.

Find it, McGee.

Think I did, boss.

I only used Risi paintings

that have distinctive
geographical landmarks.

Compared them to Google Earth
satellite images.

These locations correspond to
backgrounds in her paintings.

They're all within a four-mile
radius of Mount Pinos.

Searched the area,
only found one structure.

This was taken six months ago.

Good. See if she's there.

Piece of
cake, Probie.

ZIVA:
Ooh.

A Ferrari.

599 GTB.

You are counting your eggs
before they are laid.

Operative word is "laid."

Wouldn't drink that.

Sure I've had worse.

What do you have?

I think I know
who's at the center of this.

Dina Risi, the artist.

Get this: I talked to
a bartender at a place

Jack and I
used to hang.

After I left
Arizona,

Jack used to
come in with her.

Bartender hinted they were
a lot more than just friends.

Might explain why Dina Risi
sent Patterson the painting.

You talk to her yet?

No. She went into hiding.

We may have
a location though.

Mount Pinos.

That's the badlands.

Good luck finding her up there.

I'm e-mailing
the lawyer in London.

All right?
The suspense is killing me.

I did not ask.

Um, I have

the Scottsdale
Police report

on the murder of Hamilton
Cooper, the local businessman.

Anything?

Yes.
(typing)

He was worth $20 million.

Investigators
suspected

his wife hired a hit man.

She was conveniently
out of town.

Shooter used a .22.

Multiple hits
to the body.

One to the head,
right behind the ear.

Just like Patterson.

Well, I guess that lets
Commander Weidman off the hook.

Ooh.

Boss.

Tasked an NSA satellite.

I got an infrared image
of the cabin here.

Heat signature

from the fireplace.

Somebody's there.

Ziva, you and McGee
work the case from here.

DiNozzo, go
home, pack.

Where am I going?

We're going to Arizona.

Okay.
(groans)

Arizona and I
don't get along.

* If kick tomorrow,
would you stick with me? *

* Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh *

* I know I'm not as straight
as I would like to be *

* Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh *

* And though it's hard enough
as it is *

* Tomorrow still comes...

Sheriff Boyd?

Yes, sir.

Special Agent Gibbs, NCIS.

Hey. Special Agent DiNozzo.

How are you?

DiNozzo.

Is that an Italian name?

What?

Any word on
Dina Risi?

Nope.

We tried all our sources.

No one seems to know
where she went.

You know her?

Well, I met her.
She was chained to a tree.

I was the one with
the bolt cutters and handcuffs.

(chuckles)

Let me show you where we're

aiming to go, Sheriff.

We think she's in a small cabin
in, uh, this area here.

Are you expecting
to go to a dance

while you're here in town,
Agent DiNozzo?

(chuckles)

Why don't we take
our four-wheeler.

You know, the rental.

You can't get up
there in a vehicle.

Only way to get up there
is horses.

Why don't we just
requisition a helicopter?

Or not.

If the government

spent that kind of
money every time

they interviewed somebody,
government would go broke, huh?

The government is broke.

That was security.

Bart Lemming is on his way up.

Oh, maybe he's got
something for us.

(phone ringing)

That could be London.

Answer it.

What, and have Tony
harass me some more

about my message-taking skills?

No, thank you.

I'll get it.

Why? You're gonna

tell them
he's not here,

they're not gonna
tell you anything.

(Ziva sighs)

I think you are jealous
Tony's going to inherit money.

No, I just think that
it could change him.

Which in Tony's case
would be a good thing.

Unless he becomes more...

Tony-ish.

I see your concern.

But you did not change

when your books made you plush.

Flush.

Thanks, Ziva, but it really
wasn't that much.

I bought my car,
bought some clothes.

What was left over, I put in
a hedge fund which just crashed.

Sorry.

That is why you've been
so distracted lately.

It shows, huh?

Whoa. Easy.

(grunting)

You ever saddled
a horse, DiNozzio?

Me?

Saddle?

Uh... uh...

No, not really.

You have ridden, ain't you?

Sure. Oh, yeah.

Eighth birthday party.

Pony rides and-and, uh,
stuff like that.

Well, this should
be interesting.

(chuckles):
Yeah.
Give me that.
Give me that.

Here you go.
I got it.

Oh, it's a lot of leather.

Here we go.

I'm looking for
Special Agent DiNozzo.

He is away from
the office right now.

He left me a message
while I was on vacation,

said it was urgent.

I returned his call,
but I haven't

heard from him.
And you are?

Oh.

(cell phone ringing)

(neighs)
Ooh.

(phone beeps on)

GIBBS:
Yeah. Gibbs.

Boss, we've got a problem.

Um, Bartholomew Lemming
from OHS is here.

What's the problem?

It's the real
Bartholomew Lemming.

The guy that we've
been dealing with

is an imposter.

He planted the business
card on his body, knowing

whoever investigated
the murder would call.

Yeah. Well, we did.

And I briefed him
on the investigation.

Well, the guy's
good, boss.

Probably knew
Lemming was on vacation.

It's like Nicholson in
Chinatown, you know?

He used a stolen
business card to make

everyone think he was from

the Department
of Water and Power.

Maybe he left his print
on the card.

Abby's on it.

McGee's running
facial recognition

against NCIS security videos.

Let's go!

Ex-Excuse me, boss.

Hey, hey, no, no, no.

Come on around here.

Is there a step ladder
or anything?

No. Go ahead,
get up.

No, left foot.

DiNozzo, come on!

I'm on my way, boss.

You don't want to get on
his bad side, do you?

You're a good judge
of character, Sheriff.

Oh, boy.

(grunting)

There you go.

(sighs)

Oh! He's going.

He's going.

Uh-oh.

Oh, no! Sheriff...

I think he lost a contact.

ABBY:
We X-rayed the painting
that Patterson gave me,

but we couldn't
get a clear image.

It was foggy.

Did it four times; thought
it was the equipment.

I was about to call
the technician...

Then I got an idea.

(clicking)

Radioactive.

It's the paint.

Dina Risi goes to

the extremes of mixing
her paints and pigments

with indigenous substances,

much like the
Mayans did.

ABBY:
She used clay
containing

metallic elements
occurring in pitchblende--

also referred to
as uraninite--

which is
processed into

purified uranium dioxide, UO2--

also used in
manufacturing...

Nuclear weapons.

Gibbs's satellite.

I already tried calling him.

You're not gonna
get ahold of him.

It's ringing.

Gibbs!

It's not the painting,
it's the paint.

The little girl,
the dead steer, the book,

none of it
means anything.

I mean, well,
I'm sure it meant

something to the artist, but...

Abs. Abby.

Slow down.
What are you trying to say?

Patterson.

The painting that he sent me.

It wasn't about the image.

The paint is radioactive.

Uraninite, used to make
nuclear weapons.

Dina Risi, she must have known.

That's why she sent
the painting to Patterson.

Transfer me to McGee.

Hey, boss.

Hey.

I haven't heard from you.

Well, we're still running

facial recognition on
the fake Bartholomew Lemming.

Uh, I am going to expand
the search to Interpol.

But based on your suggestion,

we did lift a right forefinger
and thumbprint

from the carafe
our imposter used

in the conference room.
Did you get a hit?

No. He doesn't have a record.

I want a name, McGee!

(line disconnects)

He says hi.

(horses nickering)

You know, the sun's
starting to set.

This would be
a good place to camp.

No, sir.

No, sir. I want
to keep pushing on.

This mountain at night--

the trail starting
to narrow, big drop-offs--

You got a tenderfoot.

No, we camp.

TONY (groaning):
Can you get nerve damage
in your buttocks?

(groans)
You're gonna feel worse
in the morning.

Don't say that, boss.

Beans?
GIBBS:
Yeah. Thanks.

Mongo like beans.

(chuckles)

Mongo.

(growling)

(imitates explosion)

Mongo.

Blazing Saddles.

Mel Brooks-- genius.

What the heck
is he talking about?

TONY:
I'm okay.

I mean, I'll skip
the beans, Sheriff.

Thanks for not offering, though.

I got an energy bar
at the airport, so I'm good.

(horse whinnying)

What time is it
in London, DiNozzo?

It's 3:00 a.m.

Six hours till
I can make the call.

You gonna be with this agency
much longer?

(coyote howling)

You get that inheritance,

maybe you think
about retiring.

(phone ringing)

That's yours.

I would get that, boss,
but I got

a cramp in my leg.

(ringing continues)

(phone beeps on)

Yeah, Gibbs.

ZIVA:
We played a hunch.

If Bart is a professional
hit man,

he would be on his
way to Arizona

to silence Dina Risi.
The woman who knows too much.

ZIVA:
We checked all flights
from the D.C. area

the last 24 hours, and I think
we found something.

A corporate jet

filed a flight plan from

Washington Executive Hyde Field
to a small airport

50 miles from Mount Pintos.

It landed two hours ago.

Whose plane?

ZIVA:
It's registered to

the Sunset Mining Corporation
of Phoenix, Arizona.

Get some sleep.
(line disconnects,
phone beeps off)

Ever heard of Sunset Mining?

Yeah.

Who are they?

Just a slick bunch
out of Phoenix.

They got mines around
here or something?

Not yet, no.

What's that
supposed to mean?

Negotiating.

Negotiating
for what?

Mineral rights.

To an abandoned gold mine.

It's a waste of time, though.

I got more gold
in my mouth

than is in that
whole shaft.

Dina and her tree huggers,
they're fighting them.

Claim that Sunset Mining
will rape public lands.

She knows they're not
looking for gold.

TONY:
That's what valley fever
is about, you know.

I mean, I'm not afraid
of getting it again.

It's just that, you know,
Arizona is a dangerous place.

Whoa, whoa.

And, uh,
can we stop soon?

Just up ahead.

(Tony grunting and groaning)

TONY:
Oh! That one hit me
where I live.

(gunshot)

(gunshot)

Dina, stop shooting.

(gun cocking)

This is Sheriff Boyd.

How did you find me?

I didn't.

These Feds did.

They're with
the Navy.

NCIS.

Jack Patterson told me not
to talk to anyone but him.

Yeah, well,
Jack Patterson's dead.

I mix my own pigments.

As the base of my
earth tones,

I use clay

that I found near the old mine.

When did you suspect
the paint was radioactive?

About a month ago.

I wasn't feeling well.

My doctor ran
blood tests.

Told me I was exposed
to radiation.

So that's what
made me suspect
Sunset Mining

was interested in
the mineral rights.

Not for gold, but for uranium.

You tell anyone?

I started
asking questions.

Thought I was
discreet, but, um,

I started getting
paranoid.

Felt I was
being followed.

Didn't know who to trust.

Called Jack.

Patterson told you
to send the painting?

Yeah.

He said he'd
have it check out.

If the mine is a major
source of uranium,

it could be worth billions
to Sunset Mining.

Worth killing for.

How did Jack die?

He was shot
on his way to see us.

We're pretty sure
it was a professional hit.

It's not safe up here.

We got to get
down the mountain.

Great. Just when I was getting
the feeling back

in my lower extremities.

You know, you might want
to let go of that horn, junior.

Riding a horse
is like making love.

You got to relax
and enjoy it.

Sheriff, I have a strong feeling
that you and I enjoy

both of those activities
in really different ways,

no disrespect.
(phone ringing)

(phone beeps on)
Yeah. Gibbs.

Boss, we've got you
on satellite here and MTAC.

You've got company.

There's an aircraft moving
low over the landscape.

What direction?
West.

ZIVA:
It is closing in on you.
(horse neighing)

Head for the rocks.

What's going on?
Go! Move!

Move!

Hyah!

Ahh!
Go, DiNozzo!

Keep going!

Go!

The rocks.

Take cover.

GIBBS:
All right.

Behind the rocks.

TONY:
Boss, he's coming back!

I'm all right, Gibbs.

Get the Henry.

It pulls to the right.

(gunshots)

(gun clicks empty)

(horse neighing)

(rifle cocking)

Boss, you okay?

Boss?!

GIBBS:
Yeah.

I'm fine here.

(muttering)

(groans)

Well, take it easy,
Sheriff.

TONY: Now we've got
to round up the horses.

How do you do that?

Howdy, partner.

Welcome back to the fort.

I'm surprised
you can sit down.

(chuckles)

Ah, you humor me, Tim.

Hey, that lawyer call?

Tony was notified he
would be calling at 9:00.

That is just a
couple minutes away.

Yes, it is.

How's the sheriff, boss?

Oh, he's going to be fine.

Driving the nurses nuts.

McGEE:
FBI lifted a thumbprint
off of his body.

Real name is Jerome Sax.

Lived in Oregon.
Had a wife and two kids.

(phone ringing)
Oh.

That's my future calling.
Excuse me.

Yes, Mr. Hubbard.

How are you, sir?

ZIVA:
He was a little league coach,
deacon of his church.

Wife thought he was
a factory rep

who traveled out of town
on company business.

So far, Ballistics tie him
to four unsolved murders.

They think there'll be more.

TONY (laughing):
That is unbelievable!

Wow!

Wow!

The Phoenix D.A.'s investigating
Sunset Mining.

Three executives are
expected to be indicted

for the involvement
in the death

of Special Agent Patterson,
and the mining scam.

Okay, well, thank you very much.

Yes, thank you very much.

All right. See you, pal.

(phone beeps off)

(chuckling)

Did, um, Uncle Clive leave
a big estate?

(laughing)

Huge!

24 million pounds!

Wow.

Well, that's over
$35 million.

Yes! Yes, it is!

(Tony chuckling)

Yes, it is!

And he left it all to my
sniveling cousin Crispian.

I mean,

I'll give you-- granted
he did take care of Uncle Clive

when he was ill, and he gave
a very moving eulogy.

Hey, why is the lawyer
calling you?

Oh, yeah. When I was in college,

I borrowed $10,000
from Uncle Clive,

and, um, I guess

I signed an IOU.
I don't really remember that,

but Crispian says

that he found this document--
said "IOU," and that I owe him

that $10,000 plus
compounded interest

over the last
20 years.

Do you know how much that is,
by the way?

I am sorry for your loss.

Hmm.

It's only money.

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