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Jimmy...

Jimmy...

Stop! I said no!

God!

Hey, I sat my sorry ass on a torn-up bus

for three hours to hook up with you.

If you only came to hook up

then you should have just
stayed in Charlottesville.

Come on.

You know I love you.

Come here. come on.
- Jimmy...

Come on, come on, come on

Stop!

Stop it or I'll scream!

WEB-DL sync: Rie van de Buggy's

Don't you lock the door?

Nope.

I got a call. Quantico.

Marine got killed in an exercise.

How?

Night training jump.

Guy's chute didn't open.

Is this a boat?

Did the reserve chute fail, too?

I don't know.

Ah, I tried your cell.

Tried your hard line, too.

Don't ask.

You know, my dad gave me
a power sander for my birthday.

I don't really power sand much.
You're welcome to it.

Aside from that bare bulb there,

and a plug going
to that idiot box,

you see a power cord
around here anywhere?

You use hand tools, huh?

I use my hands.

Did you call Ducky?
- Not yet.

Give me your cell.

Coming, Dinozzo?

He's a weirdo.

Yeah.

I got the... light.

He impaled an suv?

Like he was laser-guided, sir.

Where are the other jumpers?

Over there, sir.
They landed in the drop zone.

400 meters north of the road.

Just one stick?
- Yes, sir.

I guess the jump master
held the others back

when the victim's chute didn't open.

Did you secure the paraloft and the aircraft?
- Yes, sir.

I also have the marines who didn't
make the jump under guard at the hanger.

Yeah, put them with the others.

Let's keep them all separated.

Yes, sir.
- Oh, my god.

These the witnesses?
- Yes, sir.

My dad's going to kill me.

He's on duty and he doesn't know
that I took his suv.

You say your dad's a marine?

Yes, sir.

Master sergeant Tom shaefer, sir.
He's a T.I. at Quantico.

Your dad a marine, too?

No way.

You, you cold, Sarah?

A little.

How you doing?

Hey.

Thanks.

There you go.

Special agent Gibbs.

Special agent Dinozzo.
NCIS.

Want to tell us what happened?

We were... parked, and...

we were hanging out and listening
to Dashboard confessional.

What?

Emo.

Emo?

Emotional music.

You got to get a radio, Gibbs.

Okay, so you were listening
to music and?

He smashed through the roof.

And wham, pow, blood everywhere.

I screamed, and we ran out for help.

I met them about a klick down
the road on our way to the scene.

I felt bad for leaving him there.

He was alive?

I heard him groan.
- It was a death rattle.

You ever hear a death rattle?

I was using that as a trope.

A what?
- A trope.

A figurative use of...

expression.

Call her dad.

Have him pick her up.

Does that mean I get to go?

Not until after master sergeant
Shaefer gets here.

I'm sure he's going to have
a trope or two for you.

Ducky's here.

And on a ladder.
I'll get the mono-pod.

The last time I was up this high
I was hanging a pinata.

At my nephew's birthday party.

What do we got, Duck?

Abrasions.

The tree must have slowed him a bit.

Purple discoloration.
neck's broken I'd say.

It's hardly surprising given
the rapid descent

followed by the equally rapid
deceleration.

Witnesses over there said
that he groaned after he decelerated.

It's possible.
I won't know till I do the autopsy.

Looks like a number of his
shroud lines failed.

Enough of those go...

Chute doesn't catch air.
It tootsie-rolls.

Let's you down like a roman candle.

Were they cut?

No. Look worn.

Still got his reserve chute on.

Why didn't he pull it?
- Hey, look who I found.

MP's weren't going to let her pass.

I got my sig and badge
but HQ didn't issue my photo id.

God.

Is this for real?

Unfortunately, my dear, it is.

Put them on.

Your first crime scene with us, Caitlin.

What about air force one?

Doesn't count.
You were in the secret service.

Hey, Tony, take a team photo
for posterity.

Forget posterity.

The sun's going to be up soon.

Welcome to NCIS.

How'd you know my size?

Put them on.

Can't work a field in high heels.

Depends on the kind
of work you're doing.

Your mind, Dinozzo, runs
the gamut from X to triple X.

Yeah.

Photos, Tony.

Yeah.

Ducky?
- Huh?

Why would Gibbs rip his hard line out

and dunk his cell phone
in a jar of paint thinner?

Oh, dear.

What?

I should have realized
the time of year.

It's his anniversary.

Which marriage?

The last one, of course.

Isn't it always?

Ducky...

I'm not following.

Every year, ex-wife number three
gets drunk on their anniversary

and calls him.

Repeatedly.

Why doesn't he, uh...

change his number?

I have no idea.

In case you haven't noticed,

Gibbs is a man of more
questions than answers.

Thanks, Dinozzo.

Hey, you could be the NCIS
poster girl in that outfit.

You JAG or NCIS?

Do I look like a lawyer?

Word's all over the base by now.

My men can't even call their family

and let them know that
they're not the one who died.

Was sergeant Fuentes married?

He has a wife and son.

Notification detail should be
there to talk to her by now.

Word will get out who was killed.

Sergeant Fuentes was under my command.

I'd like to see her.

After we finish questioning
you and your men.

How long is that going to take?
- I don't know.

These men have another jump at 2100.

They're jumping again tonight?

We don't stop for casualties in war, miss.

Neither do we in training.
- Not true, captain.

They don't jump off a lower bunk
until we find out what happened.

I don't take orders from NCIS cops.

Special agents.

And you'll follow this order.

Or what, special agent?

I don't take orders
from your boss, either.

I'm not calling my boss.

I'm calling yours.

Commandant May?

Special agent Gibbs, NCIS.

I don't have a commandant of the
marine corps on my speed dial.

Captain didn't know that.

All right, Dinozzo,
shoot and sketch.

Especially the static lines.
Kate and I will start the interrogations.

Jumping's got to be so cool.

Hey, you want to play paratrooper?

Pay $180, take a class like all
those other weekend warriors.

Yeah, I have so many weekends free.

Sergeant Fuentes lead your stick?

Yes, sir.

I was number two, Ramsey was
three, Brinkman four.

First stick, you're up!

Fuentes, look sharp.

Dafelmair, Ramsey, Brinkman.

Keep it tight.
- Aye, aye, sir.

Stand by.

Go!

Go! Go!

After my chute deployed,
I looked around.

I saw Brinkman's chute open above me.

When I looked down,

I only saw one canopy below.

I didn't know if it was
Paul or Thumper.

Thumper?
- That's what we called Fuentes, ma'am.

Sounds crazy now, but he was
the squad's good luck guy, ma'am.

He was a walking rabbit's foot.

Thumper?

Yes, ma'am.

He always seemed to dodge the bullets.

We could tell you a million stories.

Why don't you tell us just one?

Well, sir...

bought himself a new bike last week.

Car ran a red light,

he went over through
a plate glass window.

Dinged his collarbone a little.

Other than that, not a scratch.

Dinged it a little?

A day or two he was fine, sir.

Hmm.

Who reached him first?
- I did, sir.

I saw him roman candle short of the field.

As soon as I got out of my harness,
I took off to find him.

You two?

I hung up in a tree.

Dave gave me a hand.

Saw Paul yelling
and we joined him.

Can't believe the way that Thumper died.

It was like a bad movie.

Was he dead when you reached him,
corporal Dafelmair?

Yes, sir.
Died on impact.

I'm sure.
Well, at least I hope he did.

Why didn't he pull his reserve?

Jumping from 1,300 feet.

your main fails,

you have three, maybe four
seconds to react, ma'am.

Okay, each of you need to prepare
a statement detailing what you saw.

Yes, sir.

No, no.

Leave them.

Your gear is ours now.

What'd you get out of that?

He didn't have time
to pop his reserve.

Why not?

Obviously, his reaction
time was too slow.

Nuts...

Dinged collarbone.

Injured clavicle hurts like hell and

takes more than a couple of days to heal.

Do you think corporal Dafelmair was lying?

He was if he knew that Thumper was
taking painkillers so he could jump.

That's stupid.

No, that's a marine.

Our victim sustained a broken neck,

crushed vertebrae, multiple leg fractures,

a shattered pelvis...

What about his clavicle?

With all this massive skeletal damage,

you're curious about his clavicle?

Humor me.

Well, how did you know?

There is a fine hairline fracture
on the left clavicle

which he...
- Incurred recently, but not last night.

No, its begun to mend.

You two are beginning to scare me.

Ducky, would that fracture pain him much?

Oh, nothing too severe.

Of course, the shock of a parachute
opening would have hurt like blazes.

How did you know?

The girl in the suv
said she heard him moan.

Was he alive after impact?

Briefly.

Uh, not too close, Caitlin.

I'll put it on the monitor.

Yeah, he most certainly would
have died of massive trauma,

but the technical cause of death

was severing... of the femoral artery.

Yes, our young marine bled to death.

What happened to the sad
end to a drano drinker?

I did a new one.

Art can't stand still, Tony.

It was my favorite.

So, what's the new one?

Self-inflicted gunshot wound
to the abdomen.

Of course.

I'm going to call it
blast from the future.

I figure with my
shotgun-shattered backbone,

I got, like, a chagall feeling going on.

Uh, in a manson family way.

Yeah.
- Abby, you have my tox screen results?

Yep, right over here.

The victim tested positive
for percoset and vicodin.

Double your pleasure...
- Double your fun.

What kind of levels?

Point-one-seven. He was
slow-juiced like a koala bear.

My guess is that he popped right
before he dropped.

The marines we questioned
in his string probably knew.

Why didn't they tell us?

Semper fi...

You rat, you fry.

Sorry.

Was his reserve chute okay?

Yeah, it was perfect.
All he had to do was pop it.

Well, he might have if his reflexes
weren't slowed by opioids.

Opioids?

General term for opiates
and synthetic analgesics.

Go Kate.

You sure you were a baltimore cop?

Okay... He was too juiced
to pop his reserve.

Maybe. Maybe not.

You pump adrenaline when you jump.

Your main doesn't open it would
really kick into high gear.

Well, Gibbs, if he had the reflexes
to use it, why didn't he?

I don't know.

What did you find from the
shroudlines of his main chute?

Fiber disintegration.

But not from textile fatigue.

It's fluorescing as some sort of
cleansing agent,

but that didn't cause
this kind of damage.

Edges look melted.

I haven't tagged it yet,
but it was definitely an acid

that shredded the lines holding
three hundred pounds of jumping marine.

How long to find the acid,
check out the rest of those chutes?

I'm flying solo, so at least a day.

Go faster if you had an assistant?

Oh, definitely.

Okay.

You got the job.

I get to do forensics?
- No. You get to schlep for Abby.

She gets to do forensics.

Why didn't you tell us you
were a rigger, corporal?

I thought you knew, sir.

Did you?

What's next?

Sign the log and stick
it in the chute pocket.

Same signature.

That's the log from Thumper's
chute, wasn't it, sir?

Yeah.

You packed it.

Sir, I didn't know he'd get
one that I packed.

Chutes are handed out randomly,
even when we jump.

Riggers usually go on jumps?

Training runs. Yes, sir.

How many riggers jumped last night?

Uh, corporals Ramsey, Brinkman,
and Thumper, of course.

He was senior rigger.

Figure we knew that, too?

Sir, we weren't trying
to hide anything.

Oh, like hell you weren't, corporal.

You all knew Thumper was using
pain killers for that dinged collarbone.

He died because he was too
juiced to pull his reserve.

Sir, there's no way for anyone
to sabotage

a chute and count on it
getting to a specific jumper.

All those chutes packed here?

Yes, sir.
We prepped them at 0900,

put them on the trucks for the jump at 1800.

They were here for nine hours, unattended?

Under lock and key, sir.
- Who's got the key?

Captain Faul and Thumper, as
senior rigger, both have keys, sir.

You had a criminal record

before entering the corps, corporal.

Made a few mistakes, sir.
- Shoplifting...

drug possession?
- That was a long time ago, sir.

Three years. Not so long.

Look, sir, you got have my file.

You know the judge gave me a choice.

prison or the service.

The corps gave me a second chance, sir.

And I would never do anything to hurt it

or one of my brother marines.

Never, sir.

Carl sagan time.

Sulfuric acid!

That would chew the shine
off a trailer hitch.

How'd you get into this?

Filled out an application.

I mean forensics.

Oh, uh...

when I was a kid,
we lived near this lot

where they brought all the burned-out
hulks from the gnarliest car wrecks.

I used to sneak in there
at night and take pictures.

It wasn't about the gore.

It was about figuring out
how things happened...

you know? Like action, reaction...
the science of the whole thing.

I got hooked.
How about you?

Actually, I wanted to be a lawyer.

I did a... I did
a year in law school.

It felt like ten years in prison.

With really boring inmates?

Admit it...

You just like strapping on a gun.

More than one.

Really?

You're packing more heat
than meets the eye?

Those your only tattoos?

You show me yours,
I'll show you mine.

Go!

You ever jump?

When I get an electric shock.

Explains the lack of power tools.

You going to do it?

What?

Spend $180 to defy gravity?

Yeah, I think I am.

Agent Gibbs.

This came for you, sir.

I just missed you at the paraloft.

Thank you, lance corporal.
- Yes, sir.

Who's it from?

Ducky.

Jethro, the bean counters couldn't
find you, so they gave this to me.

I suggest you read the
instructions on call-blocking.

That addressed to you?

It works.

Gibbs.

Yeah.

Be there in 20.

You know, some of these guys
freeze on their first jump.

Have to be kicked in the ass
to get them out.

Not me.

No. You fall in the category I want
to kick in the ass on the ground.

Go!

Very electric cool-aid, Abby.

I was thinking more blue man group.

Sergeant Fuentes's chute
wasn't the only one tampered with.

How many?

Nine out of 16.

Log book signatures show
different riggers packed the lot.

How many did corporal Dafelmair pack?

Four.

The rest were packed by corporal
Brinkman and sergeant fuentes.

Corporal Ramsey didn't pack any?
- Nope.

When his signature didn't show up
on a single chute,

I called captain Faul.

He'd put corporal Ramsey on two-week

rigging suspension for sloppy work.

And guess who wrote him up
for that sloppy work?

Senior rigger, sergeant Fuentes.

We got motive.

We got more than that.

Kate and I have a theory.

Why didn't you take to me this fast?

You're like a piercing, Tony.

It takes a while for the throbbing
to stop and the skin to grow back.

That's more than I wanted to know.

What's the theory?

Okay, every time you lace up your
doc's or cinch your laundry bag,

you leave some skin cells behind.

It's the same with a parachute rigging.

I pulled skin samples from
the deployment bags

of the chutes that were futzed with.

You get a DNA signature?

All nine knots had a number
of different sets of skin samples,

but there's only one set
that's common to all nine.

The saboteur.

Our riggers of record packed the chutes,

then someone came in and repacked them,

leaving some skin behind.
- Corporal Ramsey.

Depending on how much
he knows about forensics,

he'd either very smart or very dumb.

There's got to be other chutes

that corporal Ramsey packed in the
paraloft inventory for comparison.

Negatory. I checked.

They were all packed
since he's been suspended.

There's an armed forces
DNA registry...

all military personnel
are on record, right?

Yeah.

Then we've got our guy.

No.

All we've got is a pile of dead skin.

The only thing you can use the DNA
registry for is to identify a body.

There has to be a way around that.

See? Now you're thinking
like an NCIS agent.

We know that nine parachutes
were rigged to fail.

The killer doctored them
and repacked them.

Sergeant Fuentes died
as a result of that.

That's premeditated murder.

I'm sold.

Hey, if I'm on the jury,
you got my vote.

We found DNA evidence on
the chute deployment bag knots.

Belonging to your suspect?

We believe so.

To be certain, we have to access
the armed forces registry.

That's impossible.

The registry was set up
to identify remains only.

He knows that.

I do?

He tried to use it when he went after
commander Rabb for murder.

He get him?

No...

because he wasn't guilty.

You couldn't use the DNA registry then,

what makes you think you can use it now?

You, lieutenant.

You're a smart lawyer

and you know the law.

I know why I'm here.

Well, I hope so.

I requested you.

Yeah, you requested me

because you think you
can work me, like last time,

when I ratted out commander Rabb.

You did not rat on anyone.

You told the truth.

I, uh, gave my uniform an extra
lint-roll this morning, agent Gibbs.

And you waltzing around in my blind spot.

not going to intimidate me this time.

We're at 24 hours now,
and soon it's gonna be 48.

You've done investigations,
you know what that means.

I've done jagman investigations, sure.

After 48 hours, your evidence
begins to degrade, disappear.

Witnesses change their stories,
suspects improve theirs, I know.

So help us.
- No!

Hey, you're not going to get me to

lawyer you past an iron-clad prohibition

that prevents tapping into DNA records

that were designed to identify
bodies, not chase suspects.

This guy, he is guilty.

He killed him.

Let him drop to his death from 1,300 feet.

It doesn't matter.
- For every legal firewall,

there's a way around it.

I can't help you.

And can I please have my pen back?

Oh, yeah.

Yeah, sure you can.

You're gonna need it.

Because if I can't have my DNA,

I'm gonna need some search
authorizations signed.

You knew lieutenant Roberts
wasn't going to

lawyer us access to
the military DNA database.

Did I?
- You did.

So why go through the exercise?

Kate, I come from a long line
of horse traders.

First rule...

You pick the best horse in the barn,

then you work the deal
until it bursts...

That way, when you go for the
second-best nag, you get her for a song.

The search authorization.

We didn't have probable cause,
but the lieutenant,

he's a man who aims to please.

You never work the system
when you can work the people.

Any of those horse traders
you come from get hung?

Yeah. A few.

Did you find out what
Ramsey was written up for?

Ah, yeah.

Frayed lines, bent cones,
cuts in the canopy.

I hope this guy isn't going
to medical school at night. Oh, yeah,

scuttlebutt is...

scuttlebutt?

That's marine for water cooler gossip.

The scuttlebutt is that Ramsey
took a swing at Thumper

for getting him suspended.

Identy withheld.

Probably the reason you married her.

I mean she probably hid her
real personality, as most women do,

and by that time, it was too late
'cause you'd already...

I'm going to shut up now.

Now?

Did you really just say,
as most women do?

Meet me at the paraloft at 1400.

We'll execute our search authorizations

to go through the riggers' lockers.

That's 2:00 secret service time, Kate.

We used zulu time, Tony.

Zulu time.

Oh, yeah, that would be...

Nineteen hundred.

I knew that.

Hey.

Can I come up?

Do I need a password?

Maybe I'll just come up a little.

You really should have a password.

Why?

It's never gonna be finished.

My dad's dead.

Yeah, yeah, I know.

Who are you?

I'm, uh, Jethro Gibbs.

NCIS.

I don't have time to answer questions.
We're on our way to the funeral.

I'm not here to ask questions.

Then why are you here?

He says I need a password, mom.

What?

I told him a tree house
should have a password.

Oh.

Yeah, Larry was building that for him.

Doing a good job.

Larry was a good man.

A good husband and a good father.

A good marine.

There are rumors that his
death wasn't an accident.

Whatever happened, Mrs. Fuentes,

I'll find who's responsible.

Billy, we have to go.

Oh, look at you.

Dusty...

Come here.

Your hair's a mess.
Where's your comb?

Larry always told him
to carry a comb.

Like JFK.

Whoever he is.

He was a navy guy,

like your dad was a marine.

Navy guys and marines,
they always look their best.

Your dad would want you to look
your best today, for him.

I don't want the marines
at the funeral to see me cry.

Never be ashamed of tears, bud.

Marines don't cry.
- Yeah, they do.

At JFK's funeral,

his son saluted the coffin.

You know how to salute?

Perfect.

You salute your dad today.

Nobody will notice the tears.

We have to go.

I believe you'll get
whoever did this.

You have my word.

Keep your feet together,

Cushion the impact.

That's it?

You signed the release to notify
next of kin, right?

Just don't say break a leg.

All right.

How was that?

Very ladylike.

Dinozzo...

What are you doing?

Uh, I'm just doing a little
research for Abby.

For Abby?

Well, maybe I'm serving two masters.

You're serving one now.

How'd you get into NCIS?

I smiled.

I had the riggers' lockers sealed
immediately after the incident, sir.

Keys.

Got something.

Brass-stripper solvent.

Read the contents.

Contains petroleum distillant,
ammonia and sulfuric acid.

Harmful if swallowed...

or applied to shroud lines.

Ramsey's locker.

That stuff's not mine.

Sergeant Nutt, place
the corporal in custody.

Tony, read them.

You have the right to remain silent
and make no statement at all.

Any statement you do make can be used
against you in a trial by court-martial...

Scuttlebutt has it that you and
Thumper mixed it up in the paraloft.

We exchanged words, sir.

And fists.

A punch or two was thrown.
Nothing serious.

But I damn sure wasn't angry
enough to kill him, sir.

Well, maybe you only
meant to scare him.

But Thumper was on painkillers and...

didn't have time to pull his reserve.

I didn't touch his chute, sir.

How could I?

I'm on suspension and the
paraloft is under lock and key.

What'd you find?

Hardware store where our guy
did one-stop shopping.

Clerk's pretty fuzzy.

He does remember a marine
in a real hurry to copy a key.

All you needed was a key...

like this one.

I found this in Thumper's personal effects.

If that's the paraloft key,

you won't find one like
that on my key chain.

I've messed up some rigging,
sir, but never intentionally.

A guy jumps with one of my chutes,

he puts his life in my hands.

I'd never breach that trust, sir.

Never.

Now...

Are you going to tell me

that was a plant, too?

It had to be.

I'm not guilty, sir.

They're always so sincere
when they say that.

What if I was to give you
an offer you to prove that?

Anything, sir.

Are you willing to give us
a sample of your DNA?

Someone put that box in my locker
and that key on my key chain.

How do I know that you don't have my DNA

on something else they planted, too?

You don't.

Dinozzo...

Where'd you learn how to write, china?

I'd say egypt.

Looks more like hieroglyphics.
- Hey.

You were in a rush to read it.

My mistake.

Are those the interviews of the
marines that didn't jump?

Yes, it's not very interesting unless...

Corporal Ramsey finally gave it up.

His mouth was drier than mummy dust.

I had to swab it four times
to get a decent DNA sample.

How long to test for a match
on those skin cells?

Only if you want no runs, drips or
errors in court, you got to give me 24.

Abby, clock's ticking.

You don't expect a guilty man
to give up his DNA.

Ah, he's rolling the dice.

Hoping for that one in a
million shot it won't match.

Guilty people do that?

All the time.

Wait a minute.
Kate has a point.

What if Ramsey was set up?
What if...

what if he's innocent?

What if he's telling the truth?

Well, we'll know in 24 hours,
but I wouldn't bet on it.

Yeah, well, you know what?

I don't like sitting on my ass,
waiting for a DNA match.

There are only two other
possible suspects.

corporals Dafelmair or Brinkman.

Nope, there's three.
You're forgetting captain Faul.

He's got a key to the paraloft.

Where do you think you're going, bubba?

You got a report to finish.

Sergeant Fuentes is one of
the finest ncos in my command.

He was tough on his riggers, but fair.

I still find it difficult to believe his

reporting corporal Ramsey
drove him to murder.

Corporal Ramsey hasn't been
proven guilty yet, captain.

You're holding him.

Scuttlebutt is he's confessed.

Never knew a marine captain
who believed scuttlebutt.

How did you prepare
the day of the exercise?

I spent the morning in chalk talk

with the navy aviators piloting the c-130.

I noticed you used a navy bird.

Most of ours are deployed in Iraq.

You eat lunch with them?

At the officer's mess.

After lunch, we made a couple
of dry runs,

had another chalk talk
and then loaded up.

Why?

Do you have your paraloft key, captain?

Corporal Ramsey must have lifted

sergeant Fuentes's key long
enough to make a duplicate.

Corporal Ramsey made
a key to the paraloft?

It's the only way he could have
slipped in to sabotage the chutes.

Thank you, captain.

Thank you.
- Thank you.

Why didn't you just ask to see my key?

Agent Todd is new.

Just teaching her how to interrogate.

The paraloft was secured
between 0900 and 1800.

That's why you wanted to know
what I was doing all day.

You suspected me.

If the captain were a suspect,

we would have read him
his rights, wouldn't we?

Very good, agent Todd.

Great.

Captain have an alibi?

He was nowhere near the paraloft
when the chutes were sabotaged.

Ramsey's the dirt bag.

Could still be Dafelmair or Brinkman.

Sergeant Fuentes supervised
the riggers handing out chutes.

Yeah, he watches his riggers
from the back of the truck.

Corporal Ramsey participated.

Well, he's on suspension from rigging,

not passing out chutes or jumping.

He could have given
thumper a dirty chute.

What'd you say?

Ramsey could have given
Thumper a sabotaged chute.

No, you said dirty.

What?

With Gibbs you never know.

Abby, I need to see sergeant
Fuentes' reserve chute.

You might want to take
a look at this first.

Now that I'm only running
one DNA analysis,

I finally had time to do a particle
pick on the shroud lines.

You're looking at infrared
of bolivia's best.

Cocaine?

Our killer's using?

No, the rock's too pure.

The residue on his skin is probably
from cutting and weighing.

Why don't I think Thumper was killed

for reporting corporal Ramsey's rigging?

Where's Thumper's reserve chute?
- It's over here.

I already checked it, Gibbs.
It's clean.

You know what, it's too clean.

It's too clean for someone who
smashed through a tree and an suv.

Where's the other jump gear
we confiscated?

I stored it in the ballistics
lab after I tested it.

What are you looking for?

Ramsey, Dafelmair's and
Brinkman's gear. Here's one.

What are you looking for?

A screwed pooch.

Here it is.
It's dirty.

This is the reserve
that Thumper jumped with.

Unlucky 13.

Someone pulled a switch
after he hit the suv.

The cone's been soldered in place.

Doesn't matter if those painkillers
slowed his judgment.

He couldn't use this chute.

Whose rucksack is this?

Call captain Faul.

Tell him jump OPs can resume.

We got our killer.

Do I tell him who?

No.

I don't want DNA evidence.

I want this bastard to confess.

How are we going to do that?

Wear this when we jump.

Jump?

Hey, captain.

Aren't you a little old to re-up?

I hear there's a war on.

Agent Dinozzo.

Can't tell if you're enlisting
or just listing.

Haha, that's a good one.

We're going with you, boys.

NCIS training mission.

Now why don't I believe that?

Hell, why not?

Hate to pass up the opportunity to toss

a couple of NCIS agents out of a plane.

Why are you jumping with us, sir?

I always wanted to jump.

Agent Gibbs came along to laugh.

Hard to believe Dave killed Thumper
over a lousy two weeks suspension, sir.

Yeah.

Thumper rode him, sir,
but no more than the rest of us.

Just doesn't make sense.
- Oh, no.

What?

Chickening out?

Thirteen.

It's my first jump.

My reserve is number 13.

Wouldn't have bothered
Thumper, would it, guys?

Either of you superstitious?

No, sir.
- No, sir.

Great.

Why don't you swap
with corporal Brinkman?

What's your reserve chute number?

Four.

Four?

Four's unlucky in china.

We're not in china.

I don't care.

What's your number?

Eight.

Great.

Eight's lucky in china.

Is there a problem?

No, sir.

Stand up!

Hook up!

Thumper ride you, corporal Dafelmair?

He rode everybody, sir.

About being a drug dealer?

That's his reserve
chute you're wearing.

The one you switched
on him when he landed.

Don't know what you're talking about, sir.

You were the first one down.

First one to get to Thumper.

Ramsey was helping
Brinkman out of a tree.

What's he saying, Paul?

I don't know.

Only takes a couple of minutes
to switch a bad chute for a good one.

Marine corps gave you
a second chance.

When Thumper found out
you soiled the uniform

by dealing drugs, he wouldn't do it.

I thought corporal Ramsey was guilty?

He is, sir.

Thought wrong, corporal.

Prove it.

What the hell are you doing?

His main can't open!

He's got a reserve!

Captain, this is nuts.

You going to put a stop this, sir?

30 seconds to drop.

A confession and ratting out your
drug supplier will get you a deal.

How good a deal?

Read him his article 31s.

You have the right to remain silent...

He doesn't deserve a deal!

Hey, hey, back off!

Come on. Cool it, man!

Dinozzo!

Good-bye, Dinozzo.

Military authorities arrested a marine
and charged him with murder

in connection with
sergeant Larry fuentes'

tragic parachute
mishap three days ago.

We ever going to make the 11:00 news?

Could have happened tonight
if you'd broke your neck.

Well, it's been a long one.

You leaving soon?

Mm-hmm.

All right.

Good night.

Can I come up?

You got a password?

Yes, sir.

Semper fi.

That's a good password.

Come on up.

All right.

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