All language subtitles for NCIS S07E18 Jurisdiction-eng

Lor-i, lor-i, lor-i, lori.

Lori-i, lor-i, lor-i, lori.

- My corps.
- My corps.

- Your corps.
- Your corps.

- Our corps.
- Our corps.

- Marine Corps.
- Marine Corps.

- Ooh-rah.
- Ooh-rah.

Four miles to go, Marines.

Back in formation, Fricker.

Platoon, halt.

At ease.

Marine.

What part of "fall in" don't
you understand?

Sergeant, we got a problem.

Shut yourself, Fricker.

Don't answer me.
Don't even look at me.

What do you think you're doing?

Over there, Sergeant.

Come on.

Come on.

I got gum. I got...

Oh...

Spare change, old lip balm.

They're not in here.

Found candy left over from
Valentine's Day.

- Candy from who?
- Why does it matter?

It matters because you didn't eat it.

And so that person must not
mean very much to you.

It means something.

It means nothing.

I'm glad I wasn't your valentine.

So am I.

Here you go, McGee.

Found this.

One of my motivational CDs.
I've been looking for this.

Yeah, you should look harder.

Well, gee, I'm sorry I didn't
think to look in your desk.

Hey, you know what?

Whoever drove the van last
probably has the keys.

Yeah!

Oh, yeah.

I went and got pizza yesterday
'cause I was hungry.

Then what did you do with
the keys, Tony?

Well, I drove back, I ate the pizza.

I threw out the box, and...

Oh.

You-you know what? Today is garbage day.
You'd better-You'd better hurry.

Where is the Dumpster?

In the basement.

You lose something, David?

Not I. Tony did.

DiNozzo.

What'd you lose? Your watch?

Driver's license?

Uh, neither.

Got a dead body.

Navy diver.

Who's driving?

Well, boss, there's a little problem.

No, the problem is that I found
these on the elevator floor.

It's my bad.

Uh-huh.

Won't happen again.

I doubt that.

Meet you all downstairs.

Oh, oh. I got-I got...

Oh, I do like to be beside the seaside.

I do like to be beside the sea-you know...

Strolling on a beach like this
at this time of year,

reminds me of weekends we used
to spend with Mother

and some friends in Brighton.

They made us eat winkles.

To this day, I shudder at the thought
of eating any kind of snail.

I've always preferred oysters myself.

Of course you do, Jimbo.

Oysters, nature's aphrodisiac.

Surprised Blondie doesn't have
you shucking night and day.

Pretty cute.

Aw, shucks.

So how is Bryn anyway?

Oh, excellent.

She is became a union rep for
her embalmer's local.

She must have quite a pair of hands.

Her talents never cease to amaze me.

Navy diver.

What are you thinking, Duck?

Well, he didn't run out of air.

However, I can't rule out
nitrox poisoning.

The fishies sure did a
number on him.

As did a propeller. See?

The blade sliced through and removed
his entire left forearm, but...

almost certainly after he was dead.

This was no boating accident!

Richard Dreyfuss in Jaws,
you know, when he...

- finds the arm, the medical, you know that...
- I love that part, yeah.

Jaws is classic.

I estimate the time of death to be
between three and five days ago,

based on the degree of decomposition.

Navy diver didn't go out alone, Duck.

It's a long time not to be
reported missing.

Unless he wasn't supposed to be found.

McGee, details.

Lieutenant Michael Jensen, age 36,
prior enlisted.

U.S. Navy master diver based
out of the

Experimental Diving Unit in Panama City
then detailed to Little Creek.

Also says here he was on leave.

C.O. wouldn't have reported him U.A.

Diving on his day off.

Yeah, or moonlighting.

Hello, hello.
What have we here?

There's a puncture wound
through his wet suit.

Swordfish?

Doubtful.

The speargun?

It's difficult to tell till
I get him back.

Blood loss from this would accelerate
the feeding frenzy.

You were right, Jethro.

Lieutenant Jensen was not
diving alone.

Whoever was with him stabbed him

and then left him in the water to die.

Any family?

Owned a home in Portsmith.

No wife, no kids.

No accident.

Could've sent McGee.

Yeah, could've.

Wanted to see how Jensen lived.

It says a lot about a man.

Take your house, for instance.

Clean, no nonsense.

Stoic.

Stoic?

My house is stoic?

Understated, then?

Planted some roses last weekend.

Red ones.

Red roses stoic?

- Well, yeah, prickly and thorny like...
- The door!

Clear, boss.

Maybe not totally clear.

Toss the gun. Do it now.

Take it easy, sweetheart.

Who are you?

I'm not the one breaking
and entering.

No, the door was open.

Ladies first.

It's turning into a party
around here.

Wow.

Looks a little like Reservoir Dogs.

Except you're cuter
than Harvey Keitel.

We're federal agents.

Get his I.D.

Look. Don't touch.

NCIS.

Come on, really?

Who are you guys?

DEA? FBI?

CGIS.

Coast Guard, boss.

- You got a problem with that?
- No.

Yeah.

Put the weapon away, Kyle.

Oh, yes, ma'am.

It's a nice head slap.

What is CGIS?

Coast Guard Investigative Service.

The Coast Guard has an
investigative branch?

Well, they're smaller than us but with
a wider law enforcement reach.

But is is the Coast Guard.

Whoa, whoa.

No need to get all uppity.

Yes, Virginia, there is a CGIS.

Now, they may not have our
track record,

or our je ne sais quoi,

but they are a legitimate sibling.

Like Corky in Life Goes On.

Who?

We ran into Borin and her probie
at Jensen's house.

She remind you of anyone?

Like who, exactly?

Come on in.

Get you a cup of coffee?

That'd be fine, Agent Gibbs.

Oh, so this is NCIS.

Sorry to disappoint you.

Of course, I'm going to need to talk
to your director right away.

Well, my case, my questions.

Jensen's Navy.

Case belongs to NCIS.

Well, that depends on his involvement.

How's him being dead?

He still could be my killer.

Okay.

Whose murder are you investigating?

About a week ago, one of our
recon flights

spotted a salvage boat adrift about eight
miles off the coast of Virginia.

Only one onboard was the Captain,
a guy named Martin Lime.

Found him bludgeoned to death,
case fell on my lap.

How's Jensen fit?

I found some security video of Jensen and
Captain Lime talking at the marina.

My gut said he might be
worth questioning.

Your gut?

Yeah.

I like to conduct my own
investigation.

Right there with you.

Any death on a U.S. registered vessel
is FBI or Coast Guard jurisdiction.

So where's the FBI?

Told us to call if we get
close on anything.

I got your number.

Uh, no, you don't.

So, what's your beef, Gibbs?

That I'm Coast Guard?

That I'm a woman?

Or that,

I managed to get the drop on
you in that house?

I don't know you.

That's it?

It was a maxim of Captain Swosser,

speaking in his naval figurative manner,

that "If you only have a plank
to swab.

You should swab it as if Davy
Jones were after you."

He was certainly after this
poor fellow.

You quoting Jack Sparrow?

No, no, no, Mr. Palmer.

Charles Dickens.

- Bleak House.
- Hmm.

I prefer Treasure Island.

Robert Louis Stevenson, ah, yes...

One of my favorites, too.

I used to jump up on my bed
pretend I was Jim Hawkins,

sailing with Long John Silver.

Oh, magnificent.

How old were you, ten, nine?

Uh, 23.

"For the boy's story is the best
that he's ever told."

Dickens.

What's his story, Duck?

But, unfortunately, much of
this poor lad's demise.

Well, it must remain a mystery.

Dead men do tell tales and some
better than others.

I mean, he's the same height and
build as Lieutenant Jensen.

But the only way to confirm his identity
is by DNA and dental records.

Cause of death?

Being shanked by a screwdriver
didn't help.

I'm sorry.

Sea lice in his esophagus,
the cyanosis, so on...

nasal hemorrhage, all point to
death by drowning.

Master diver drowns swimming
to shore?

May I remind you, an injured diver.

Even the best of us meet our match.

Abby is processing his diving equipment.

Thank you, Duck.

Tread softly, Jethro.

Ms. Sciuto, for some unexplained
reason, is not herself today.

Aah.

Abby.

Abbs.

- Oh. Hi.
- Hi.

I was just cleaning Jensen's laptop.

Everything all right?

No, it's not. What are you doing here?

I work here.

I know what you're doing "here."

But I always know when you're
coming here, and I didn't.

You don't have anything?

I've got nothing.

Okay, Jensen drowned,

but he still had plenty of
nitrox in his tanks.

I'm still processing these little rubber
things that were in his teeth.

I think they're from the regulator.

And I have no idea how to
get into Jensen's laptop.

I mean, he's got a code built-in here
that would make the NSA proud.

I'm just... I'm off my game.

Well, maybe this will help.

You think I didn't try this already?

I had two Caf-POWs this morning.
It's kind of when...

things started going south,
I just...

I don't know what's wrong.

Abbs, I need what's in that laptop.

I know you do.

Maybe a hug would help.

Didn't help.

I guess I'm just gonna keep...

banging my head.

No.

Don't do that.

I need what's in that head.

Aah.

Special Agent Abigail Borin.

She's 34.

Served a tour of duty in Iraq
as a Sergeant.

No spouse.

No little Borins.

It's uncanny, isn't it?

What?

A former marine turned surly
investigative agent to...

flies by the seat of her gut.

How do you know that?

He was eavesdropping outside
the conference room.

It's called research, McTattle.

Anyway, I think a law of nature's
being violated here.

Matter and antimatter colliding
or something.

That would be bad.
You read comic books.

Are you obsessed with this woman because
she reminds you of Gibbs,

or because she is quite attractive?

Oh, yeah.

'Cause I hadn't even noticed.

Noticed what?

Oh, hey.

Uh...

We're just talking about
the case, and...

complexities and-and the deeply layered...
Where's Gibbs?

Oh, he's avoiding me, but...

I am not going anywhere.

So.

What do you got?

"What do you got?" she says.

What we have is Lieutenant
Michael Jensen.

He was in the service 12 years,
last eight as a master diver.

His record was spotless, several commendations,
two Purple Hearts.

Video shows him at the marina
with Lime, so...

- Any other connections?
- No.

No, nothing in Jensen's finances.

There was an odd charge, though.

Payment to a storage facility
in Alexandria, three years,

paid in full.

So, long time to keep something
in a locker, huh?

Unless you want people
to forget about it.

So, when can we have access?

We?

Well, first thing tomorrow morning.

Great.

Uh...

Is there a problem?

No, it's just...

You have any siblings?

None. Only child.

Small town in Ohio.

Tell Gibbs I'll wait for him
outside MTAC.

Nice comm.

Must have set the Navy back
a few bucks.

The Coast Guard does not have
capabilities like this?

We're still capable of plenty.

Just because CGIS is small that
doesn't mean we're impotent.

Jensen and the boat connect them?

Quantico, please.

Yes, ma'am.

Hi.

That one of yours?

Mm, outsourced.

Downsizing is rough.

We make it work.

Ms. Choi.

Could you tell Special Agent Gibbs
your findings, please?

We dusted Martin Lime's boat and Lieutenant
Jensen's prints were all over it.

Blood?

Some.

The type matched the Lieutenant
as well.

Still waiting for DNA.

We think you have a double
homicide on your hands.

Captain Lime and Lieutenant Jensen.

One civilian, one Navy.

- Thank you.
- Thank you.

So.

Do we keep chasing each
other in circles,

Or do we work together to
find a killer?

We have everything we need,
right here.

I'm willing to try.

Okay.

Welcome aboard.

Our recon flight spotted Captain Lime's
vessel the Delilah here.

The boat have a GPS on it?

Yeah, which indicated it'd been trolling back and
forth in a grid pattern for almost a week.

- He was looking for something.
- Yeah.

It stopped in this location,

and presumably the murders
took place there.

So once the killer found what
he was looking for.

He kills Captain Lime, tosses Lieutenant
Jensen overboard and abandons ship.

Miles to shore, no way he
could swim it.

Maybe.

You have satellite photos of
other ships in the area?

And my people are already
working on it.

What about my people?

Oh, yeah...

Yes, we...

tracked several large deposits recently
made to the Captain's bank account.

And we've got a recurring phone
number on Jensen's cell

to a Missy Dawkins out of Reston.

She's coming in. I'll take it.

And?

And-And I have...

the warrant for the storage
unit Jensen rented.

- Get Ziva to check out the storage unit...
- Agent Gibbs and I will take the storage unit...

Sorry. It's your house.

DiNozzo.

Get Ziva, check out the storage unit.

On it, boss.

Agent Borin, you want to walk me
through your evidence log?

Yeah, no problem.

You can call me Abby.

No, no, that's not going to happen.

Oh, my God.

I can't believe he's dead.

What was your relationship
with the deceased?

You mean he's deceased, too?

Um, how did you-how did you
know Lieutenant Jensen?

We...

dated on and off for the
last six months.

He was a fun guy.

He just...

didn't have much...

Money.

I was a runner-up Miss Biloxi.

I'm accustomed to a
certain lifestyle.

Yeah.

Bet you are.

When was the last time you saw him?

Oh, about two weeks ago.

Michael said he was going off on
some hush-hush Navy thing.

Told me when he came back,
he'd have a lot of money to burn.

Did he say exactly how much?

Enough to make all my
dreams come true.

According to the log, last time
Jensen accessed his unit was...

two weeks ago. Was he alone?

I couldn't say.

What do the cameras say?

Not much.

They haven't worked for years.

Security's pretty tight
around here, huh?

Do I tell you how to do your job?

Sorry, I didn't mean to...

Act like a jerk?

I could walk, you know,

kick your Navy ass.

All right.

This is Jensen's unit.

I, uh...

have a bigger unit if you'd
prefer to see that.

Keys.

I'll be in my office if you need me.

Huh.

- Oh, smells musty.
- Hmm.

What do we have here?

Look at all this stuff.

These are ocean charts.

This...

is where the Delilah was abandoned.

Calafuego.

Treasure hunters.

Is that what this is all about?

Treasure?

Pirate treasure.

Oh, this looks like David Jones's locker.

Davy Jones.

Used to sing with The Monkeys.

Real monkeys?

I envy your brain sometimes.

Hey, Abby.

Hey.

Gold reales and a sunken treasure, Gibbs.

All taken from Jensen's
storage locker.

Pretty cool, huh?

Almost makes up for the way I feel.

Although I hear you're having your
own personal problems with...

Special Agent Abigail Borin.

- Abby.
- Abby.

So, Abby, what do you got?

What do you got, Abbs?

Other than like a five-alarm migraine.

I was finally able to decrypt
Jensen's laptop.

The most interesting thing on here is a nested
folder containing e-mails between Jensen

and a Dr. Joseph Mavrey.

He's a big surgeon in D.C.

What were they about?

At first glance, it seems like they're
talking about sports.

'Cause they keep using the term
"a cage foul."

But that is an anagram for...

Calafuego.

It's the ship Jensen was researching.

Maybe it's a coincidence.

Don't believe in them.

'Course not.

Okay, so according to the
history books.

The Calafuego went down off
the East Coast.

Maybe Jensen was looking for it.

Or found it.

Maybe he had a partner.

Costs a lot to recover a ship.

They'd have to be rich.

Very.

Thanks, Abbs.

Are you sure I can't get
you anything?

Yeah, I'm sure.

Mrs. Mavrey, we actually need to
speak with your husband.

Oh, I'm afraid that's impossible.
He's out of the country.

Another International Doctor's
Group crisis in South America.

He won't be back for weeks.

Is there any way that we
can reach him?

No. Joe turns everything off
when he travels.

He says it distracts him
from the work.

Does the name Michael Jensen
ring a bell?

Is he a patient of my husband's?

No.

He's a Navy diver.

He's dead.

Oh, I'm-I'm so sorry.

Apparently, you husband Dr. Mavrey
contacted him

multiple times.

Look.

Look, because of the success
of Joe's work.

He is constantly meeting new people.

There's no way I could possibly
keep track of them all.

When he checks in,
I'll be happy to mention it.

But then it might be too late.

When you do hear from him.

If you could let us know.

We'd appreciate it.

I will, absolutely.

She's covering for her husband.

Maybe.

Gibbs, we should bring her in
for questioning.

- Push her harder.
- Based on what?

Based on... my gut.

All right, right, yeah,
I've heard that before.

So what, we're just supposed
to sit around and wait?

Yeah, for now.

Is that the Navy way?

No.

It's a smart way.

SECNAV has pull with the Attorney General.

Doctors' charity.

A.G. is on the board.

So we'll get him.

I know that.

Look at all these swashbuckling movies.

And Errol Flynn.

Captain Blood!

And Douglas Fairbanks.

Huh? The Black Pirate.

Imagine Gibbs as a pirate?

Little eye patch and the peg leg?

Parrot on his shoulder?

We are not talking about
pirate movies.

Look at this.

Mel Fisher found the
Atocha in 1985.

Made almost 450 million bucks.

The real Calafuego went down in 1647 loaded
with gifts for the Spanish government.

So, if this really turns out
to be the Calafuego.

No telling how much money
is at stake here.

Give me a ballpark, McGee.

$250 million easy, boss.

Jensen must have isolated
the wreck site.

Went looking for a backer to
fund the recovery mission.

Why Mavrey?

Oh, 'cause he was more than just
a good heart surgeon.

He had 16 patents pending.

So he could afford to play
treasure hunter.

So, Mavrey killed him to avoid
splitting the loot.

It's very Treasure of the
Sierra Madre.

So, Mavrey doesn't need
the money, though.

Ooh, no, actually he does.

Apparently, one of the stents
is flawed.

Thousands of lawsuits flying
around now.

So he's going to need as many high-priced
lawyers as he can afford.

Gibbs.

Just got a call from the Attorney
General's office.

Mavrey's doctor group never
left the country.

He's been here all along.

- BOLO, McGee. Find him.
- Already on it.

Okay, Dr. Mavrey just logged in to his own
Web site to perform a bypass surgery.

Look, you can watch it live if you
click here and pay $19.99.

Where is he?

His own facility, Northwest D.C.

That's 1200 Meadowlark Ave, boss.

Click there.

Click it.

Hell of a place to hide.

His own clinic, not real bright.

Dr. Mavrey, where is he?

I'm sorry.
I'm not at liberty to say.

- Dr. Mavrey's gone. He won't be back...
- We know he just signed in online surgery.

- We need to see him. We're federal agents.
- I'm telling you he isn't here.

He hasn't been for days.

They're getting ready for surgery.

You can't go in there.

Dr. Mavrey, we need to talk.

What is this?

Who are you?

Victor Kalsa.
I'm Dr. Mavrey's associate.

I fill in for him when he
isn't available.

We're about to start a surgery here.

I know that. Where's Mavrey?

Well, to be honest.

We haven't heard from him
in over a week.

Okay.

This is what I'm talking about.

Looks like one down.

Was he there?

No, not exactly.

Dr. Mavrey has his partners do his
online surgeries for him.

Well, a flag just went up on one of
Mavrey's credit cards here.

Hired a private jet earlier today to
fly him to the Mariana islands.

Marianas?
Hired a private jet earlier today to
fly him to the Mariana islands.

Marianas?

Where is that exactly?

Guam. U.S. Commonwealth.

Now it's my turn.

Muggy.

Talk to me, boss.

If the doctor's plane hasn't
landed yet.

Why don't we have a Coast Guard aircraft
intercept it and suggest to his pilots.

They may be abetting a fugitive.

On it.

Nice. You can do that?

Just scratching the surface.

- Yeah. Gibbs.
- Can I see you?

Yeah, yeah, Duck, on my way.

Oh, you're alone.

Who were you expecting?

Her, of course.

The whole building is talking about
your Coast Guard friend.

I'm feeling particularly alone
and depressed tonight.

And first, mother moves into
the next world.

And then last night...

Broke up with Sophie?

You noticed. Hmm.

She was so anxious to change
yours truly.

I was beginning to question
my own identity.

Yeah, I know how protective
you are of that.

She also put some of mother's
silver in the dishwasher.

Really?

Hey, Duck...

Huh?

Did you call me down here to
tell me something?

Oh, yeah.

Yep, Jensen's medical records
are on the way over.

But in preparing this mold.

I made an interesting discovery.

Well, the guy had an overbite.

Yes, but he also has several...

sub-fractures on three incisors.

Broken teeth from struggling?

No, I don't think so.

I think they were self-inflicted
from some kind of seizure.

I mean, take a look.

The jaw was clamped.

So tightly shut,

that he quite literally...

detached the masseter muscle
from the mandible bone.

Bit right through the mouthpiece.

Which explains the pieces of rubber
we found in his mouth.

I mean, in a dazed panic and
unable to breathe.

He-He rips off his mask and drowned.

Duck, why would a guy who's been diving
his whole life react like that?

I also...

found a history of hemochromatosis.

In his case, congenital.

It's a retention of iron,
to be precise.

I believe that this condition would've
precluded diver training.

Unless, of course, someone
expunged his records.

Unbelievable.

I don't know how they think
they can get away with this.

Who's they?

They, you know, the ubiquitous them.

You found something in
Jensen's blood?

Huh? Oh, no, um...

That's not Jensen's blood.

That's the spectrographic
analysis of Caf-POW.

Or so they'd like you to think.

They changed the formula, Gibbs.

And not to improve the flavor,
but to save money.

I mean, no wonder I've been
a total freak.

This is like New Coke
all over again.

I'm going to start a letter
writing campaign.

- Do you want to help me?
- Abby.

You've got nothing on Jensen?

Actually.

When Ducky said that Jensen
had a seizure.

I reran his blood and I found exactly
what I found before,

which was nothing.

Jensen was using nitrox because on
deep dives, it's beneficial.

But he was headed into shallow water,

so why didn't he adjust?

Master diver would know that.

That's why I think there's something
rotten in Denmark.

Hang on a sec, Gibbs.

I might have something
sooner than later.

Boss.

Fishermen just found a punctured Zodiac floating not
too far from where Jensen's body washed up.

That's how they got back.

Had to be.

And get this.

Coast Guard intercepted Mavrey's plane.

He wasn't on it.

Pilots were paid cash to fly an
empty plane to the Marianas.

- Empty?
- No, decoy.

We're being played.

Where's DiNozzo?

Need him to bring in
that doctor's wife.

Oh, hi.

Wow, nice pad.

Early American colossal.

Hello.

You must be Agent DiNozzo.

Mrs. Mavrey?

Impressive.

I got your message.

What's this about Joe
chartering a plane?

I don't understand.

Yeah.

Yeah, one-way.

Usually not a good indication.

We have a few questions.

Of course.

So do I.

We need your help in finding him.

If I knew anything, I would tell you.

Please.

I will help you in any way I can.

Uh-oh, that's not good.

Doc's having some legal trouble, huh?

Yeah.

We...

We've had a rough time lately.

Joe's been upset,

distracted.

But I never expected him to...

If you lie to us.

You're aiding a fugitive.

I keep telling you.

I don't know where he is.

Look, um...

I got this e-mail over a week ago.

Joe said that he was leaving
the country

for work.

And that the lawsuits would be
dealt with when he got back.

That things would be better for us.

Joe's a good husband,

and a dedicated doctor.

And I love him.

Even if he murdered two people?

That's not possible.

Joe could never do that.

Okay.

Let's look at a few pictures.

Lieutenant Michael Jensen,
U.S. Navy diver.

Dead.

Martin Lime, Captain of
a salvage ship.

Civilian. He's also dead.

As you can see, Andrea.

He's not only capable.
He's actually...

quite good at killing.

Now, we need you to help
us find him.

Or we're going to have to charge
you as an accessory.

I didn't do...

anything wrong.

Why is this happening?

Lieutenant Jensen's medical records arrived.

As expected,

the Navy has no indication of
any liver condition.

Records could've been falsified.

Yes, sometimes the desire to serve
can override better judgment.

Right.

But you don't think that happened.

No.

No, I spoke to the staff physician at
the Experimental Diving Unit.

He examined Jensen dozens of
times over the years.

And he saw absolutely no
indicators whatsoever

of hemochromatosis.

Whereas...

this gentleman...

shows absolutely every sign.

So this isn't Jensen.

I'm afraid not.

If this isn't Lieutenant Jensen.

Who's in Autopsy?

First question.

And the second?

Where is Lieutenant Jensen?

Got a BOLO out.

He's got a pretty good head
start on us, though.

Abby finished running the
John Doe's DNA.

- Any hits?
- Any hits?

No, and without a name to compare it to,
Ducky's dental mold is useless.

Find Jensen.

Gonna I.D. that body.

DiNozzo, talk to Metro.

Get a list of missing persons.

Getting a list of missing persons, boss.

Time to call the FBI.

Ziva, security footage
at the marina.

- I.D. everybody there.
- Uh-huh.

McGee.

Mavrey's personal medical records,
pull them all.

Got it, boss.

Medical records?

All right, nothing too exciting.

Elevated blood sugar level.

Got good cholesterol.

Look at this, something interesting here.

He had epileptic seizures as a boy and
has a congenital liver disorder.

You found my husband.

Where is he at?
I-I need to see him.

Well... he's-he's here.

Andrea, he's...

He's been here all along.

I don't understand.

Dead body in the wet suit
wasn't Jensen.

I'm very sorry, um...

No.

No...

No, that's not possible.

The e-mail that he sent me.

Anyone could've accessed his e-mail.

Who?

We're working on that.

The diving,

the treasure hunting that's just
supposed to be a hobby.

And now you're telling me
he's dead because of it?

Let us help you.

Is there anything you
haven't told us?

Mm...

Because of the...

the lawsuits.

Joe started...

taking money out of his
corporate accounts.

Cash.

A lot of it.

I think that, um...

I think that he was putting it all into
some ridiculous treasure hunt.

Hoping that whatever...

he found would pay for it all.

Well, that's risky.

Yeah, well, Joe was desperate.

So Mavrey finances the recovery
of the Calafuego.

Hires a boat and pays Jensen
to recover the gold.

It's a big payday, $200 million.

Well, Jensen fakes his own death, kills them
and keeps all the treasure.

It is like The Sierra Madre.

Yeah, but who's Bogie?

Boss, boss, uh...

- Miss Biloxi, Missy Dawkins.
- Yeah?

She just bought two one-way
tickets to Mexico.

The first is in her name,
second is Michael Jensen.

Am I in trouble?

Depends.

On?

On whether you cooperate.

Why don't you tell us where you were
supposed to meet Michael Jensen.

I can't do that.

I mean,

I wasn't supposed to meet him.

He said he'd come to me.

You spoke to him?

We texted.

He said his ship had come in.

And I was supposed to buy two tickets
to Mexico, get packed and...

be ready to go, but...

He never showed.

I knew it was too good to be true.

He was using me, huh?

You're another decoy.

You buy the ticket,

we chase you, buys Jensen time.

I should've known this was
never gonna work.

It's not like we really had
anything in common.

I mean, besides, he spent all his
time with that rich doctor

and his wife.

Yeah. Gibbs.zx

- Gibbs, Gibbs, Gibbs, I've got something.
- Abbs.

- Abbs, can't hear you. It's all noise.
- What?

- What?
- The noise!

What do you got, Abbs?

Good news, Gibbs.

They decided to stick with
the original formula.

So everything in my Caf-POW
universe is okay again.

Congratulations. Anything else?

Okay, so I got to thinking.

Why keep a bunch of museum-quality Spanish coins
in a storage unit that has no security?

Stupid, right?

Unless they're not museum-quality.

Is that what you're tumbling?

Okay.

In theory, we have $250,000
worth of gold reales.

But look at this.

I added simple boric acid.

It ate away the gold plating.

Not real.

All of this stuff,

from Jensen's storage unit.

It... It's worthless.

Jensen's been scamming everybody.

There's no Calafuego treasure.

He has been conning Dr. Mavrey
for months.

Bilking him dry.

Took advantage of a desperate man.

So.

Then what was still worth
killing for?

Different kind of treasure.

Thanks, Abbs.

Andrea Mavrey said she
never met Jensen.

She was lying.

Jensen got into to con the doctor but
it turned into something else.

Something with Mrs. Mavrey.

Real treasure's the millions Mavrey
took out of the bank.

Wait a minute.

You're saying the widow and
the stud diver, they...

They did it together?

Ziva, you hear that?

- Yes.
- Yes, what?

Yes, I heard the wife did it, Tony.

Okay, yes, you are a genius.

Okay, question.

Where would you hide a lot of money if you
were afraid your house could be seized?

Not in my house.

DiNozzo, get over to the clinic,
sweep it.

- Meet you at Mavrey's.
- On it, boss.

Look, Michael.

The money's not in the safe
or any of the cabinets.

Andrea, it is not that easy
to hide $10 million.

We've gone through the whole house.

- Think.
- I am.

Well, we're running out of time.

Guys looking for something?

Who the hell are you?

Came to see the grieving widow.

Guess she's not grieving anymore, huh?

Well, Jensen, I knew a Navy diver
was too smart to drown.

Yeah.

You almost had us.

Body Heat.

William Hurt, Kathleen Turner.

Hire the stud to kill the husband.

Didn't really work out so well,
did it?

So, guys, where's the money?

I don't know.

We do.

It is amazing the things people
keep in their work lockers.

Me, it's just dirty socks and a Live
Aid T-shirt Geldof signed it.

Mavrey's locker.

Yo-ho-ho.

Did you really think that Jensen
there was gonna...

take you with him?

He planned the whole thing.

He forced me.

He said he'd kill me,
if-if I didn't go along.

She's lying.

You are under arrest for the murders of
Joseph Mavrey and Martin Lime.

It's time to walk the plank, matey.

Arrgh.

Agent Borin, I want to thank you personally
for working so proficiently with NCIS.

Thank you, Director.

Agent Gibbs?

Yeah.

Thanks.

I just got off the phone with SECNAV.

Now I know turf wars are
unavoidable, but...

I find that,

cooperating with our sister agencies
provides excellent results.

Don't you agree, Agent Gibbs?

Yeah, sure.

Well, hopefully, we can do it
again soon.

Anytime.

You know where to find me.

Likewise.

Are you ready for the adventure
of a lifetime?

It is just a movie, Tony.

How dare you.

Is Mickey just a mouse?

Ringling Brothers just a circus?

Yes.

Well, you see.

That's why you don't have any friends.

I do have friends.

Really, then.

What are you doing with me,

watching a movie on a Friday
night at work, huh?

You are my friend.

Really?

No.

My date cancelled.

Mine, too.