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MAN:
There you are.

It's about time.

What took so long?

You know I need my coffee
in the morning.

Well, next time, go yourself.

I was embarrassed ordering
a nonfat, extra-foamy,

added-shot hazelnut latte.

Crew's going to be here
in ten minutes.

This thing going to be running?

We're already two days behind.

We don't need any more delays.

Well, I don't understand.

Was something wrong?

Um... okay.

Sure, Wednesday will be fine.

Can we do it earlier than later?

Great... 9:00.

Thank you.

Strange.

Is that for our benefit, McGee?

We supposed to ask what's wrong?

That was Polygraph.

I have to take another test.

You took your annual last week.

They want me to retake it.

You failed your polygraph?
That's not good.

No, I didn't fail it.

They said I have
to take it again.

Why would you have
to take it again?

Don't ask, don't tell.

You didn't make the mistake
of coming out, did you?

I don't have anything
to come out about.

Stick to that story, McQueen.

It has to be
some kind of mistake.

I'm sure it is nothing.

TONY:
This could be a career-ender.

You better figure out
what you did wrong,

how you screwed up.

Hey, boss, you ever fail
your polygraph?

Nope, never took one.

Come on, got a dead body.

- Marine?
- Nope.

- Sailor?
- Nope.

Blogger.

Matt Burns.

TONY:
The pond scum who's been

kicking our ass on the Internet?

What happened to him?

Don't know,
but we're going to find out.

Hey, Duck, you need me?

It looks as if you're busy.

- It can wait. -I'll check
with you when I get back.

Anything I can do from here?

You still haven't been
cleared for fieldwork?

I'm still waiting
for my status to be clarified.

Oh, sorry to hear that.

That would really make me mad.

Well, how about you?

Are you asking as a friend
or a forensic psychologist?

(wry laugh)

Yeah, after what you've
been through,

it must be really hard
to readjust.

Especially bound to that desk.

But if you feel like talking,
you know where to find me.

Thanks, Duck.

(indistinct radio transmission)

(camera shutter clicking)

Get all of it.

Got a print there, huh?

You're NCIS.

Yeah.

- Nice scarf. -Huh?
- (horn honks)

Oh...

Really brings out
the color of your eyes.

Thank you.

You shouldn't be wearing it
at a crime scene.

Loose fibers.
You contaminated the vehicle.

Special Agent
Anthony DiNozzo, NCIS.

Detective, uh... Megan Hanley.

It's your first crime scene?

Yeah, it's a rookie mistake.

We all made them.

This is Special Agent Gibbs.
This is Detective Hanley.

Matt Burns' death may be related

to a case we're working on.
What can you tell us?

Uh, not much at this point.

We know that he fell
over the bridge

a little after 6:00 a.m.

He almost landed
on some city workers.

He jump or was he pushed?

They didn't see what happened,

but we did find a shoe print

that doesn't match the victim,
near the railing where he fell.

McGEE: Boss, this is Detective
Sportelli, Metro Police.

He's in charge.

Special Agent Gibbs.

This is a little awkward.

Detective Hanley?

Do you know they're from NCIS?

- Yeah.
- What did you tell them?

I was just filling them in
on what we know so far.

Which doesn't sound
like much, Detective.

You ran the I.D. on the vic.

What did you say
he did for a living?

Uh, he writes the blog.

He's Beltway Burns.

SPORTELLI:
He was trashing NCIS.

Said they were involved
in a cover-up

of a naval officer's death.

I wouldn't believe everything
I read on the 'Net.

We're trying to tie up a case.

Be nice to know
if the deaths were connected.

I have to maintain the integrity
of this crime scene, Gibbs.

I expect your cooperation.

That includes investigating

the possibility
of an NCIS cover-up.

Lieutenant Rod Arnett
was a poster boy for the Navy.

A scion of
New England bluebloods

and a star quarterback
at Annapolis.

His tragic death

at the age of 26
in a weekend car crash

on the Pax River
Naval Air Station was

investigated by Naval Criminal
Investigative Service,

which was quick...

to declare the death
an accident.

It was an accident.
Jackass.

My source
from within the Pentagon says

NCIS is covering up
the true story.

Lieutenant Arnett

was involved in insider trading
from his position

as a public affairs officer
in the Pentagon.

I can't take any more
of this whack job.

Go over everything we did
on the Arnett case.

Think there's a link
between Arnett and Burns' death?

You have to find out.

You're not going to get
any help on this from Metro.

Why do I get the feeling
that Gibbs and Sportelli

are going to come to blows?

Who is Sportelli?

He's the police detective
who made the mistake

of tugging on Superman's cape.

Take a look at Burns' last post.

"I'm about to meet a source

who's going to blow
the story wide open."

- Who's the source?
- I'm working on that.

Back-trace Burns' IP address.

This was sent through
a cell tower near the bridge

at 5:45 a.m.

- It's right before his death.
- Do you think

Burns was killed because he was
getting too close to the truth?

Maybe he was knocked off

by someone else
whose life he ruined.

There's a lot of 'em.

Judge Thomas Victor...
This is the one that put Burns

- on the map.
- ZIVA: Because of Burns,

the judge withdrew
his Supreme Court nomination?

He destroyed the guy.

Think I'll pay
the judge a visit.

You be careful.

We're investigating
Lieutenant Arnett.

Burns is outside
the purview of our case.

Ooh, "purview."

Did big, bad Sportelli
scare you off, McGee?

(high-pitched beeping,
Ducky sighs heavily)

(beeping increases,
Ducky groans)

"Press power, then reset."

Excuse me,
that's just what I did do.

GIBBS:
Got a new toy, Duck?

Portable X ray machine.

It's going to be very useful

if I can just get
the darn thing to work.

You know, I'd like to have
a chat with the people

that write
these instruction manuals,

but I don't believe we have
a language in common.

You wanted to see me.

I wanted to check up on Ziva.

She went through far more
than we suspected.

I tried to draw her out,
but she doesn't want to talk.

I was wondering...
Has she said anything to you?

No.

She will when she's ready.

Something else?

Lieutenant Arnett.

I need you to review
your autopsy file.

Pressure from the director?

Abby's reviewing
the physical evidence.

Got to make sure we're right.

So when'd you hear about Burns?

This morning.

Haven't stopped smiling since.

Yeah, I can understand that.

Before that rodent crawled
into my life,

I was a respected
federal court judge,

nominated to the Supreme Court.

Now I teach business law
at community college.

These kids can barely read,
let alone write... look at this.

Who spells justice
J-U-S-T-I-S-S?

Yeah.

Burns accused you of plagiarism.

Was that charge true?

In preparing a speech,

I borrowed some phrases
from a book I read.

Burns called it plagiarism.

And he was right.
What I did was stupid.

But the nomination
could have survived it.

But...?

Burns was looking
to make a name for himself.

He accused me of infidelity,
taking kickbacks,

even went so far as to say
I cheated in law school.

They were fabricated charges
from unnamed sources.

It became embarrassing to me.

And to the administration.

I withdrew my nomination.

I'm gonna have to get back
to you about that. See you.

Aren't you going
to ask me where I was

this morning when Burns died?

- I'll leave that
to the Metro detectives. -Hey!

- What's his name?
- Agent DiNozzo.

Hey, DiNozzo!

What are you doing here?

See ya!

Get outta here!

The minute I heard
about Matt Burns

taking the header,
I knew you'd be

calling us back in.

Well, SECNAV is all over us
to clean this mess up.

You were Arnett's C.O.

You saw no hint

of insider trading?

It doesn't make sense.

Why would Rod Arnett take
a chance at being caught?

He had family money,

unlimited future.

He was young, drove
his sports car like a madman.

It was a car accident.

We're going to have
to dig deeper.

Lieutenant Summers,
you were his project officer.

Did you ever ride with him?

Yes, sir.

Once.

He did drive pretty fast.

What about Arnett's future?
Was it Navy?

No. His tour was over
in a few months.

He was fielding job offers
that Harvard MBAs would envy.

- What about his social life?
- Don't know.

Never saw him
outside the office.

Lieutenant,

you know who he was close with?

Uh, not really.

We talked in the office.

But I have no idea
who his friends were

or anything like that.

Okay, explain to me
why we're doing this again?

What exactly does Gibbs
expect me to find?

You know Susan Grady
in Polygraph, right?

Yeah. I did-I did
a metal stress test

on the steering wheel and the
suspension mechanism; negative.

The computer analysis
of the ECU,

it recorded the vehicle pushing
6,500 RPMs

at 110 miles per hour
when it rolled.

Listen, you know Grady
well enough to call

and find out
why I'm retaking the test?

I already did a computer
accident reconstruction...

I was truthful,
I was completely relaxed.

Based on the skid marks

and the position of the car...

I was honest.
I have no reason to lie.

- And the victim's body.
- Why would I lie?

BOTH:
You're not listening to me.

This was an accident.

I guess we've determined that.

But because
of that creepy dead blogger

who was spreading dreadful lies
about us, we have to keep going

over everything
that we've already done.

Abby, Abby,
I'm really worried, okay?

I've got to find out what's
going on with this polygraph.

McGee, I'm sure it's nothing.

Have you ever heard of an agent
having to retake their test?

(sighs)

Special Agent Kirschner.

Kirschner?

Yeah.

He was gone before you got here.

He was, um, he was let go.

Your hunch was right.

Going over Arnett's
phone records,

I tracked an unusual number
of calls to and from

Lieutenant Jessica Summers.

Based on the volume
and times of the calls,

it suggests they were more
than just coworkers.

Fraternization in the
workplace... never a good idea.

The calls stopped abruptly
about a month ago.

TONY:
It's curious.

Someone must have ended it.

GIBBS:
Why'd she lie?

She said she hardly knew him.

I'll make the call.

Bringing in Lieutenant Summers.

Tonight, DiNozzo.

Aye, aye, Cap'n.

Um, there is something else
I want to show you.

I had nothing else to do,
so I started going through

Beltway Burns' video archives.

A lot of the facts in the
stories he has run are made up.

This is from July 23 last year.

He was doing a piece
on a congressman.

As a result
of an exhaustive investigation,

yesterday morning
I met in Atlanta with a member

of the congressman's staff
who told me of the assignation.

- That is total salami.
- Baloney.

At the time, Burns claimed
to be in Atlanta,

but his credit card records show
that he was in DC,

at the Willard Hotel bar
having martinis.

McGee.

Yeah, boss?

Lieutenant Arnett's finances...

Well, his brokerage accounts
only show transactions

from family trusts,

and his one bank account
has the deposits

from his Navy lieutenant's
salary and nothing else.

If he had contact with
any other financial institution,

I can't find it.

(whispering):
You lied.

All right, so you know
about Lieutenant Arnett and me.

What else do you want me to say?

(whispering):
Who broke it off?

Me.

Rod... because he was seeing
other women,

and I found out.

Can I go now?

Sit.

No way, honey bunny.

He's not through with you.

She knows more
than she's telling.

- I agree with you.
- McGEE: So what do you think?

How's he gonna break her down?
What's the style?

He's leading
with the Creepy Uncle,

but I think he's gonna go

with the Father Figure
You Can Trust.

No, that doesn't feel right.

I am gonna go with the classic

In Your Face Gibbs,
The Intimidator.

- I don't think so.
- No.

You should know
that we're working

very closely with Metro Police.

They have given us
complete access

to their files

and anything that they have
on Matt Burns.

The old You Lie To Me,
I Lie To You.

Didn't see that coming.

I like it.

We found notes in Burns' office

with your name on 'em.

Are you his Pentagon source?

And now our little bunny rabbit
doesn't know what to say.

He swore no one
would ever find out.

Yeah, well, he lied.

(sighs)

Why'd you go to Matt Burns?

I was hurt.

Rod had dumped me.

Wasn't returning
my phone calls...

Arnett was trading
on insider information?

I think so.

You think?!

I re...
(gasps)

I remember...

the day after the press release

of the McAllister Industries
contract,

Rod came over with champagne.

And when I asked
what was going on,

he said that he had...
he had made a lot of money

in the stock market.

I could read between the lines.

She just connected
the two cases.

Arnett's death is looking
less like an accident.

Maybe Burns was onto something.

Which means
we blew the investigation.

I reviewed
Lieutenant Arnett's autopsy

as if I were
an objective outsider.

First the photographs,
then the X rays;

I brought in
a radiological consultant

and had Abby redo
the blood and tox tests.

What's more...

Duck, bottom line?

Certainly.

Uh, uh...

Lieutenant Arnett's
death was accidental.

Multiple traumas
sustained in a car accident.

- (phone rings)
- Oh,

I think you're gonna want me
to take this.

It's my counterpart
Tom Hubbard...

The District M.E...
Returning my call.

Hello, Tom.

Well, actually,
I'm in the middle of an autopsy.

I have to say that
or he'll talk my ears off.

What's that?

Metropolitan Police...

have classified Burns' death
as a homicide?

Oh, thanks,

I owe you one.
No, no, no, no, no, old boy,

my lips are sealed.

You ever lie like that
to me, Duck?

Never.

If the cases are connected,
does that infer

that Arnett was also murdered?

We got our hands full.

Anything else you can do?

Well, if I'd retained
Arnett's brain,

I could perform
further toxicology tests.

Why didn't you?

Well, at the time,
it wasn't warranted.

It was a car accident.

Look, for the tests,
the tissue has to be prepared.

It takes ten days.

Th-The Arnett family was putting
pressure on the director.

They wanted the body for burial,

and they wanted it intact.

- Unbury it.
- Jethro...

Ducky, we need it now.

Get the director involved.

Use the full extent
of his office

to get the consent
of the family.

(sighs)

How you doing?
Special Agent Gibbs and DiNozzo.

Sit down.

Thank you.

Benjamin Franklin,

Securities and Exchange
Commission.

I know, I don't look
like an SEC investigator.

Is that really your name?

Yes, and I've heard
every imaginable joke,

so spare me.

Now, we've been receiving
the same kind of heat

you guys have since
Beltway Burns broke the story.

I headed the investigation
of Arnett.

If he was inside trading,

we couldn't find
any evidence of it.

How's it usually work?

Well, when a company is awarded

a multibillion-dollar defense
contract, its stock spikes.

If anyone has advance knowledge,
like Arnett did,

they'd purchase an OTM;

that's an
"out of the money" call.

That's taking a bet
that the stock

will rise, and it only costs
pennies on a share.

A penny saved is a penny earned.

Yes.

Now, we checked out
all the defense contracts

released by CHINFO
in the past 12 months

that Arnett was in the office.

There was only one OTM that
showed any substantial profit.

You got a name?

Yes.

Nice bifocals, Ben.

An individual named Will Sutton.

Now, he made $2 million
on McAllister Industries stock.

What do we know about him, Ben?

Doesn't make any sense.

He owns a small sandwich shop
in the Adams Morgan district.

We've had the guy
under a microscope,

but we can't find a connection

between him, Arnett, the Navy,

or any other source
of inside information.

(phone ringing)

- Yeah. Gibbs.
- ABBY (over phone): Gibbs,

I need you to come down here.

Okay, Abbs, slow down,
I'll be right there.

Get the information on Sutton.

Oh, dear.

I only take orders
from one person:

Special Agent
Leroy Jethro Gibbs.

Unless he asks me to do it,
it doesn't get done.

I think
that's gonna change, honey.

Gibbs, make this awful man
go away.

What do you want, Sportelli?

All the physical evidence
from the Arnett investigation,

including the car.

We're denied access
to your investigation,

and you get
all the evidence in ours?

Since I have
a court order... yes.

Give it to him, Abbs.

You're gonna have to sign
the chain of evidence, honey.

HANLEY: You know what?
I'll take that.

I hope you can look
your boss in the eye

and tell him you didn't blow
this investigation.

- Hanley?
- HANLEY: Coming.

Here you go.

Ugh!

I can understand
the SEC asking me questions.

Why the Navy?

We're looking into the death
of a Navy officer,

Mr. Sutton.

What's that got to do with me?

You made a killing
on McAllister Industries' stock

right after they were awarded

a multibillion-dollar
defense contract,

and the officer whose death

we're investigating
may have been involved

- in insider trading, so...
- I get lucky

on one legitimate investment,
and everybody's all over me.

(chuckles)
You know, if I had lost money,

nobody would give a damn.

I got a box
full of losing lottery tickets.

Would you like
to take a look at it?

No. So you've never met or heard
of Lieutenant Rod Arnett?

- Nope.
- Let me ask you a question.

If you made two million bucks
in the market,

what are you doing
making sandwiches?

(wry laugh)
'Cause the SEC froze my funds

until after they finish
their investigation.

They haven't found anything,
they never will.

I tell you,
I catch one lucky break,

it turns into a nightmare.

I've had to hire a lawyer...
The guy's costing me a fortune.

He's gonna see more money
on this than I will.

That pastrami looks great.

You know how many connections
I have found

between Arnett and Sutton?
Zero.

I've checked everything.

I have checked e-mails,
I have checked phone records...

Is that pastrami?

Mm-hmm.

- Can I have a bite?
- Uh-uh.

This is my dinner.

You can have the pickle.

I don't like pickles.

I know.

These two guys couldn't be
more different.

One was a rich kid, the other
dropped out of high school

to support his...
invalid mother.

He makes a mean sandwich.

We got Arnett.

Academy graduate,

single playboy, jock,

part of the DC social scene.

Now, you've got Sutton:

married 15 years,
three kids, two mortgages.

Can't afford to live
in the city,

so he takes the train
each day... an hour.

Come on, man, you know
I didn't have lunch today.

These two live 60 miles apart.

There is no discernible way

they have met or have
anything in common.

I hope you choke on that.

You know, disinterment is
considered a sacrilege or taboo

by certain cultures,
especially the ones

who bury their dead.

Gibbs thinks this is
a necessary exception.

In Southern China, for example,

graves are opened
after a period of one year.

The bones are removed,

cleaned, dried, and put
in a ceramic pot for reburial.

The process is called jiangu.

Exhumations are... disturbing.

They are.

Fortunately Lieutenant Arnett

has only been buried
for two weeks.

Who would want to steal
Arnett's body?

ABBY: I don't know, but thank
God Matt Burns isn't around

to put it in his blog.

McGEE:
Someone else will fill the void.

This is really

gonna give
the conspiracy theorists

a reason to believe
we're covering up a murder.

It's gonna get worse
after I tell Sportelli.

Ugh, do you have to?

Duck, when was the last time
you saw Arnett's body?

The day after I did the autopsy.

We released it

to the... Heavenly Glen
Funeral Home in Falls Church.

They picked it up.

DiNozzo, McGee.

On it, boss.

Boss, I'm scheduled to retake
that polygraph at 9:00 a.m.

- I'll handle it.
- Thanks.

Treat this like

- a crime scene, Abbs.
- Right.

I'm looking
for Special Agent Timothy McGee.

He is out of the building
on assignment.

Tell him Agent Grady
from Polygraph wants to see him.

He missed his scheduled
appointment this morning.

I will make sure
he gets the message.

WOMAN: We picked up
Lieutenant Arnett's remains

from NCIS at 11:20

on the sixth of last month.

He was brought directly here,

where our mortician
did a reconstruction

of the deceased's face,

which...

was severely damaged
in the accident.

We know. We worked the scene.

Well, that evening, Arnett's
immediate family had a viewing.

I thought our mortician

did a wonderful job,

but they decided to have
the casket closed

for the funeral.

It was sealed at 10:00 p.m.

The mortuary closed at 11:00

and did not open
until 7:00 the next morning.

How was the casket delivered
to Arlington?

In our hearse...

First to the chapel,
then to the graveside service.

Any idea how the body
could have been removed?

None.

- Who else has keys
to the building? -Myself,

my brother, who is also
my partner in the business,

and... our mortician.

No one else?

- (strikes coffin)
- TONY: Hmm.

Uh, is there a security system?

Of course.

Excuse me for a second.

(ringtone plays)

I got a text from Ziva.

Gunmetal metal.

Nice.

The polygraph examiner
is looking for me.

Ouch.

I guess Gibbs forgot.

He's got a lot on his mind.

Hey, come over here
for a second.

Come here.

I got an idea.

What?

Hop in.

What are you talking about?

- Just do it.
- Why would I do that?

I take your picture,

we send it to Polygraph,
they think you're dead,

you don't have
to retake the test.

Tony, that is not funny.

They already think
you're ducking them.

It's only going to get worse.

I had totally forgotten
about this,

but early on the morning
of the seventh,

the security alarm went off.

I was notified at home
and met the patrol here.

This is their report.

We searched the entire building
but found nothing missing.

Dismissed the incident
as a faulty alarm.

It went off at 2:10 a.m.

Security arrived
on-site at 2:30 a.m.

There's a 20-minute window

where someone could have removed
Arnett's body.

This coffin looks expensive.

It is.

It's top of the line.

But it's... it's new.

You know, factory-made.

It has no personality.

Mine, on the other hand,

is like a Stradivarius...
Hand-crafted

by a Bavarian artisan
circa 1870.

It never made sense to me
to spend a fortune

on something that's gonna be
viewed for a couple of hours

and then stuck
in the ground to rot.

Mine has and will continue
to provide me

with hours
of restful sleep and pleasure.

Did you find anything?

- Prints, DNA?
- Nada.

In fact, all four plates

were meticulously cleaned
with acetate.

How strange.

Why would someone take
such precautions

if the coffin was going
to be buried for all eternity?

Ducky, this is cosmic.

Two minds, one thought...

That is exactly what Gibbs said
when I told him.

Wow.

Burns pushed for the Arnett case
to remain open

by saying we made a mistake.

He knew we would eventually be
forced to exhume Arnett's body

to prove his death
was accidental.

And when it was found missing,
his blog site would explode.

And Burns would become
a celebrity,

a regular on Anderson Cooper.

After that, Burns could say

anything he wanted to
about Arnett.

Dead man cannot defend himself.

You think Burns stole the body.

ZIVA: That is what makes
the most sense.

I like it... how do we prove it?

Boss, I got an idea.

But I need to get a look
at Burns' car in police impound.

(Tony guffaws)

Like Sportelli's going
to let us do that.

Whoa.

There it is.

Well, I could take care

of the video surveillance...
It's the canine patrol

I'm worried about.

Oh, chillax, bro.

All these budget cuts
and economic problems,

they can't afford dogs.

Trust me.

Are you sure
that thing's gonna work?

Yeah, it's my own personal
concoction of oatmeal,

mayonnaise, carpenter's glue.

Perfectly simulates
bird droppings.

Us grown-ups use
a different word for it.

Used it very successfully

in the Chesapeake team
paintball finals last summer.

Paintball?
Cool.

All right, so that's

the camera you want to hit
with your bird poop,

McSniper.

Ooh!

Nice shot.

I'm impressed.

All right, let's go.

(grunts)

What's the matter?

You sure there's
no dogs in here?

I don't see any dogs.

I don't hear any dogs.

So, no...

There are no dogs!

Come on.

Do your thing.

- All righty.
- Sure you're gonna fit in there?

There you go. Nice.

That's like a yoga position.

This up here.

That's like a...
upside-down manatee.

Yeah.

All right.

All right...

Doing it...

Put this up here...

All right, baby, come on.

This'd be a lot easier
if I could pull the nav system

and look at it in Abby's lab.

Been a lot easier if Sportelli
had just given us the car.

McGEE:
Well...

Okay, downloading.

(dog barking fiercely,
McGee shouts)

- That sounds like a dog.
- (Tony laughing)

(barking continues over phone)

Oh, you're such an easy mark.

You're such a child.

All right, we got it.

(dogs barking in distance)

- McGEE: Get my tools...
- Dogs, McGee.

Dogs!

Yeah, right.

Real dogs!
Get out of here, McGee!

Big dogs, big dogs!

You said there weren't any dogs!

TONY:
Come on! Oh, God.

McGee!

(fierce barking)

Get to high ground!

(barking)

Heel! Heel!

(snarling)

Oh! It's like Turner and Hooch!

Or K-9 with Jim Belushi!

- (barking, snarling)
- Run away, McGee! Aah!

Tony... Tony!

TONY: Oh, God!
- No, no, no...

Down! Stay!

TONY:
Come on, Tim!

McGEE: I don't have
the right shoes for this!

TONY: Over here!
Come to the fence!

Come on!
Come on!

Tony!

(fierce barking)

Tony!

TONY: There you go!
Come on up!

- Got it.
- (McGee yells, dogs bark)

Tony!

(dog snarling, McGee whimpering)

Freeze!

Release, boy.

Release!

So close.

I sent it to Abby.

Well done.

GIBBS:
Where did you get those?

ABBY:
Off links.

Poor little Timmy...
He looks so scared.

Why aren't you downtown
trying to bail them out?

I don't trust Sportelli.

They'll be fine, Abbs.

They're probably
crammed in some cell

where they're being
tormented by-by perverts

and-and addicts and murderers...

Did you analyze the data
from Burns' car?

I did.

It proves what Ziva suspected.

Burns was parked outside
the mortuary from 2:05 a.m.

until 2:19 a.m.

Tony and McGee risked
their lives

trying to get this information

and you're just going to let
them rot in a jail cell?

Where did Burns go
after the mortuary?

(typing)

Seneca Creek Park in Maryland.

Thank you.

(gasps)
You're out!

Did you know?

Director handled it.

Way above my pay grade.

Don't get too comfortable, boys.

We got a search team
to organize.

I just got a call from Tony.

After searching all afternoon,
they found Arnett's body.

Great.

That's all you have to say?

Your theory was right.

Burns stole the body.

I would be doing cartwheels
right now.

Let's go celebrate.

Let's get something to eat.

Thanks, but I'm not hungry.

My friend's band is playing

at the Filibuster
tonight in Georgetown.

Come on.

Girls' night out.

It'll be fun.

I have something
I have to do, Abby.

Okay.

See ya.

(typing)

I'm sorry I, uh, I missed
our appointment yesterday.

I came in early just for you.

Thanks.

I've been, um... on a...
on a case, under pressure.

You got me in trouble.

I'm a creature of habit...

I take the same train every day

and the regulars gave me
a hard time this morning.

They were worried when
they didn't see me yesterday.

I need to make an adjustment.

(computer beeping,
blipping, trilling)

(beeping, trilling)

That got your...
blood pressure up.

All right.
Um, let's begin.

I'm going to ask
several questions.

Some will be
for control purposes

and appear irrelevant.

Uh, please answer all questions

with a simple yes or no.

Yes, ma'am.

Is your name Timothy McGee?

Yes.

GRADY: Were you born
in Bethesda, Maryland?

McGEE:
Yes.

Have you ever been arrested?

No.

Uh, yes. Uh...

Yesterday.
It was on the case.

The director...

Yes or no?
(laughs)

Sorry, uh... uh, yes.

Do you live alone?

Yes.

Are you
in a committed relationship?

Uh, no.

Okay.

(clears throat)

Have you ever used...

- Hold on a second.
- What?

You said that you take
the same train every morning?

Uh, you don't get
to ask the questions.

You ride with the same people?

Yes.

What are you doing?

Why-Why-Why are you taking...?

Um, you can't...
Um, excuse me.

We're in the middle of an exam.

I got to reschedule.

(scoffs)

So...

the fibers on the uniform Arnett
was buried in are consistent

with the trunk-liner carpeting
of the make and model

of Burns' sedan.

Now, if I could just get

a look at the actual car.

Abbs, I need to see
the inventory

of Arnett's personal effects.

Hey, boss.

Got to know
if he had a rail pass.

Yes.

Did you record
the serial number?

All right.

Hey, McGee.

Boss, we know that Lieutenant
Arnett had inside information

on McAllister Industries'
stocks; we also know

that Will Sutton made $2 million

the day after
the contract was announced.

The SEC tried to connect
both men, but they couldn't.

What if they took the same train
to work every day?

Thought they didn't live
anywhere near each other.

They don't.

Sutton drives
to the Shady Grove station

every morning to take
the Red Line into the city

to his sandwich shop.

It's a 55-minute ride.

Now, Arnett commutes
to the Pentagon by train.

Gets on the Red Line
at Bethesda.

If they were regulars
on the same train,

they rode to work together
every morning.

Okay. I accessed
the Metrorail data bank

and I entered
Arnett's rail pass number.

He boarded the Red Line at
Bethesda at 7:20 every morning.

We need to get a look
at Will Sutton's rail pass.

(tires screech)

Hey.

You brought a friend.

Must have liked the pastrami.

It was delicious.

He's not my friend.

You take the Metrorail

to the city
through Shady Grove, right?

Yeah.

Yeah, we need to see
your rail pass.

(chuckles)
Why?

- You a Hitchcock fan?
- Uh-uh.

You ever see the 1951 classic
Strangers on a Train?

Farley Granger, Robert Walker?

They meet in a club car,
plot to exchange murders.

"You kill my father,
I'll kill your wife."

They believed
that no one would be able

to connect them to each other.

You and Arnett were regulars
on the same train.

Got friendly; you came up
with the insider-trading scam.

TONY: You knew
if the SEC investigated,

they would never be able

to connect you to each other.

After a respectable amount
of time,

you'd split
the $2 million profit.

But you got lucky.

Your partner died
in a car accident

and you got to keep
all the money to yourself.

(scoffs) You guys got
quite an imagination.

How about you let us see
your rail pass?

How about I call my lawyer?

Innocent guys always say that.

Your mistake was believing
Matt Burns' blog.

He was bluffing.

He only had a tip on Arnett.

He made the rest up.

McGEE:
But you bought it,

you panicked; you thought
Burns was on to you.

Anonymously contacted him,
said you had information,

arranged to meet at the bridge.

They're making all this up.

TONY:
Yeah?

Our good friends at Metro PD are
working very closely with us.

We've connected you to Arnett.

Once we give them your name,

they're going
to connect you to Burns.

They're going to backtrack
every communication

you ever had:
e-mails, phone calls, the lot.

We wrapped the case for you,
Dan; show some appreciation.

I don't like the conditions.

Come on.

We're handing over the guy
who murdered Burns.

Least you could do is drop
the charges against my team.

If this case doesn't hold up,
deal's off.

You got it.

Take him.

Hey, Hanley.

I'll escort you down.

(grunts)

Nice sweater.

Where'd you get that?

Stripes are nice.

Boss...

I better go down and reschedule
this polygraph test.

Don't bother, McGee. Nothing
wrong with the first one.

What do you mean?

I think you made
an impression on the examiner.

I think she made
an excuse to see you again.

You want me
to draw you a picture?

No.

I'm gonna handle her, boss.

Being stuck at that desk has
given me a lot of time to think.

Being a visitor here is wrong.

What does that mean, Ziva?

I need your signature on this.

I want to be an NCIS agent.

I don't even know
if that's possible.

You would have
to resign from Mossad.

Already have.

Sent my father an e-mail.

Hmm. What's he think
about that?

Does not matter.

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