03x11 - Model Behavior
Posted: 12/16/05 06:25
MUSIC IN: INT. SURVEILLANCE ROOM
MAN: Never get tired of this sight.
MAN 2: Ah, you and me both.
MAN: Where's number three? McMannis? We have a loose one.
CUT TO: INT. DORMITORY
NAT VANCE: I can't take much more of this!
HANNAH: It's driving us crazy!
NAT VANCE: Where's Taylor?
HANNAH: Maybe she got lucky escaped.
NAT VANCE: They're coming.
MCMANNIS: Oh, my God! Tell me you did not just wave at me, Vance?! You call yourself a supermodel? Right now the only thing you are super at is looking like an idiot on TV! I count two of you. Where is little princess number three?
HANNAH: Oh, my God.
(MUSIC OVER ACTION/MCGEE TURNS OVER THE BODY) (MUSIC OUT) (THEME MUSIC UP OVER OPENING TITLE/ SCENES/ CREDITS AND OUT)
FADE IN: INT. AUTOPSY - "MODEL BEHAVIOUR"
SUMNER: The next award to be presented is the Meritorious Civilian Service Medal.
SHEPARD: Would Special Agent Leroy Jethro Gibbs please step forward.
ZIVA: She went with the elf cut?
TONY: It's called the "pixie."
DUCKY: I think she looks terrific.
ZIVA: Where's Gibbs?
DUCKY: All the years I've known him, he's never once turned up for an awards ceremony.
ZIVA: Even if he's the one receiving, Ducky?
DUCKY: Especially if he's the one receiving it.
SUMNER: Special Agent Gibbs?
ABBY: Told you he wouldn't show. Pay up.
MCGEE: You got change for a 20?
ABBY: No.
TONY: Nice haircut.
SHEPARD: Whe the hell is he, DiNozzo?
TONY: He's working on a case.
SHEPARD: What case?
TONY: The one that's preventing him from being here. I'll take that for him, though.
SUMNER: Accepting for Special Agent Gibbs Is Special Agent Anthony DiNozzo. She's pretty. I'd like to think I'm the Michael Douglas to his Karl Malden on the streets of D.C... Thank you.
SHEPARD: And thank you, everybody. That concludes our awards ceremony.
TONY: Gibbs...Gibbs thanks you...thank you. Is this on? I have a speech. I didn't... I wrote a whole... whole thing.
CUT TO: INT. SHEPARD'S OFFICE
SHEPARD: Gibbs... where are you?
GIBBS: I'm right behind you.
SHEPARD: I really hate it when you do that. Tony has your award.
GIBBS: He can keep it.
SHEPARD: Some things never change, do they, Jethro?
GIBBS: Depends on your definition of change.
SHEPARD: My definition... I expect you to be there the next time I'm handing you an award.
GIBBS: DiNozzo didn't tell you? I'm working a case.
SHEPARD: Oh, alone in my office?
GIBBS: It's high-profile, Jen. I thought you'd want to hear about it before it hits the news.
SHEPARD: I'm listening.
GIBBS: Well, there's a dead celebrity at Quantico.
SHEPARD: Who?
GIBBS: Some woman named Taylor Shane.
SHEPARD: The supermodel?
GIBBS: Found her hanging from an OCS security fence this morning.
SHEPARD: Then why aren't you there?
GIBBS: I just got the call five minutes ago.
SHEPARD: Oh, and the awards ceremony started 30 minutes ago.
GIBBS: Well, you know me I like to get a head start on things. I'll keep you informed.
SHEPARD: Jethro, the press is going to be all over this one. I'd appreciate it if you could go easy on them.
GIBBS: Telling me how to do my job, Director?
SHEPARD: No, just reiterating your previous point.
GIBBS: Which was?
SHEPARD: I know you.
CUT TO: EXT. QUANTICO - DAY
GIBBS: Break out the gear.
ZIVA: Boot Camp Babes is a real TV show?
TONY: Reality TV at its finest. Three hot, rich babes learning what's truly important in life.
ZIVA: Defending their country.
TONY: No, f*ring machine g*ns while wearing bikinis.
MCGEE: I think I like your reason better, Ziva.
ZIVA: Your Marine Corps would actually allow these models to serve?
TONY: Well, they're not joining for real.
MCGEE: It's a stunt. Kind of like The Simple Life.
ZIVA: The Simple Life?
MCGEE: Yeah, that show about Paris Hilton?
ZIVA: I never heard of it. But I've been there a few times.
TONY: I wouldn't mind spending a night there myself.
ZIVA: Oh, you have no idea. I often dream about it.
TONY: Really?
ZIVA: What?
TONY: Just trying to picture Paris and you together.
ZIVA: Don't get your hopes up. I'm not attracted to blondes.
MCGEE: Whoa. This is bad.
TONY: Gibbs is going to go completely and utterly ape...
REPORTERS: What happened to the girl? What are you hiding?
GIBBS: I just got here. Like I said, I just got here.
REPORTERS: What condition was her body found in?
GIBBS: I just got here. I haven't even had a chance...
CINDY SANCHEZ: What about the other girls? How are the other girls handling it? How are they handling it...?
GIBBS: Okay, that's it. Interview's over.
CINDY SANCHEZ: I'm sorry. It was an accident.
GIBBS: I don't care. Sergeant... secure the area.
CINDY SANCHEZ: Special Agent Gibbs...
PALMER: Wow, she really was beautiful.
DUCKY: She still is, Mr. Palmer. She's been dead at least five hours, Jethro.
GIBBS: I'm more interested in how she got that way, Duck.
DUCKY: Well, her body is covered with these lacerations. None of them appear to be fatal.
PALMER: We'll know more when we get her back. Um... I'll just go get the gurney now.
GIBBS: Who moved the body?
MCMANNIS: I did, sir. Didn't think it was right them taking pictures of Taylor hanging on the wire like that.
GIBBS: You have any crime scene experience, Staff Sergeant McMannis?
MCMANNIS: No, sir. But I do have public affairs experience. Photos like that aren't what the Corps agreed to support this show.
GIBBS: You the liaison?
MCMANNIS: Yes, sir.We've been trying to contact the producer, Thomas Crawley. He doesn't know anything about this yet.
GIBBS: How'd she get up there?
MCMANNIS: Looked like she was trying to climb over. That doesn't make any sense, sir. If she wanted off the show, all she had to do was ask. It's not like this is a real boot camp.
GIBBS: McGee, photos. Ziva, interview the rest of the models. DiNozzo...
TONY: Boss, I'm pretty familiar with the show. Maybe I should interview them.
ZIVA: That would work for me. I hate models.
GIBBS: Is that so? McGee... Help Ziva... interview them. Any other suggestions, DiNozzo?
TONY: No, I think I got it.
GIBBS: Good. I'm going to need to see all the footage that you sh*t on this thing.
MCMANNIS: You got it, sir. Post production office is right over here.
ZIVA: Do you want me to get their autographs, Tony?
TONY: Hey, Probie... See if you can get them to sign it to the "Big D."
CUT TO: INT. DORMITORY
NATALIE: What was she doing out there, Hannah?
HANNAH: Probably just looking for a bigger story line.
NATALIE: Hmm?
HANNAH: Think about it, Nat, the big escape. Would have made some great TV.
ZIVA: Unfortunately, it did.
MCGEE: Special Agent McGee, and Officer David, NCIS. We would like to ask you a few questions.
ZIVA: In private, please.
CAMERAMAN: Okay, let's go.
MCGEE: When was the last time you saw Ms. Shane?
NATALIE: Lights out.
ZIVA: Time?
HANNAH: Around 10: 30.
ZIVA: Do you really believe she did this as a stunt?
HANNAH: I don't know. I mean... Taylor would do anything for more camera time.
NATALIE: Hannah, she's dead, okay? Stop being a bitch.
HANNAH: The cameras are off, Natalie. You can stop pretending you cared about her.
ZIVA: Hmm, you didn't get along.
HANNAH: We're supermodels, honey. We don't have to get along.
MCGEE: On the show you three seem like such good friends.
NATALIE: They sh**t us 24 hours a day, Agent McGee. You only get to see 23 minutes of it.
CUT TO: EXT. QUANTICO - DAY
TONY: Hey, just about done here, boss. Thought I might check on the rest of the team...
GIBBS: You're riding with the body. Make sure those damn reporters don't follow you back.
TONY: How am I supposed to do that...?
GIBBS: Improvise.
TONY: Give me the keys. I'm driving.
DUCKY: Tony.
TONY: Thanks, Ducky.
CUT TO: INT. DORMITORY
HANNAH: Anything else I n help you with? Like maybe some hair tips for your girlfriend here?
MCGEE: No, I think that about covers it. But if you can remember anything else that might help, please give us a call.
ZIVA: It's called a business card. Maybe you can have one of the marines read it to you.
CUT TO: INT. AUTOPSY
DUCKY: No bones broken, no major arteries severed and take a look at the tox screen. Her death was not the result of tangling with the razor wire.
GIBBS: Phencyclidine. Angel dust.
DUCKY: Yeah. It's an overdose of PCP. Drove that poor girl flailing into that fence. She had a seizure, fell into a coma and d*ed.
GIBBS: An accidental overdose, Duck?
DUCKY: I doubt it. She had enough PCP in her system to k*ll a small water buffalo.
GIBBS: Water buffalo?
DUCKY: I tire of saying small horse. I'm afraid our young model might have committed su1c1de.
GIBBS: We don't investigate suicides, Duck.
PALMER: We don't investigate suicides?
DUCKY: Technically no. But even the most obvious su1c1de is investigated by NCIS as a m*rder.
PALMER: On a Marine base surrounded by cameras...
DUCKY: Yes. The stuff good mysteries are made of, Mr. Palmer.
FADE IN: INT. SHEPARD'S OFFICE
CINDY SANCHEZ (ON TV): The incident shocked the entertainment industry and entire nation. The sudden and gruesome death of super model and recent reality star, Taylor Shane. The 25-year-old was found at approximately 6: 10 yesterday morning, hanging atop a barrier fence at the Quantico Marine base. Shane was at Quantico participating in hit reality show Boot Camp Babes.
SHEPARD: I'll just fast forward to the good part.
CINDY SANCHEZ (ON TV): Special Agent Gibbs, is the Marine Corps attempting to cover up how Taylor Shane d*ed.
GIBBS (ON TV): The interview's over.
CINDY SANCHEZ (ON TV): The people have a right to know.
GIBBS (ON TV): I don't care.
SHEPARD: What were you thinking?
GIBBS: Give me a break, Jen, I wasn't even asked that question.
SHEPARD: You're saying they did a hatchet job on you?
GIBBS: Yeah, are you saying you don't believe me? You were wrong the other day. Some things do change.
SHEPARD: Part of our job is to make sure that they don't creatively edit our interviews, Jethro.
GIBBS: No, that's maybe your job, Director. My job is to catch dirtbags.
SHEPARD: The Marine Corps does not need anymore bad publicity at this moment.
GIBBS: Supporting something called Boot Camp Babes? What did they think was gonna happen?
SHEPARD: The intention of the show was to represent that the Marines could be a life changing experience.
GIBBS: Maybe, in season two. Are we done here, yet? I have a dead girl downstairs and an investigation to run.
SHEPARD: I've got an entire agency to run, and sound bites like these do not help when the budget's under review. Or maybe you'd like to go back to the days when we had to buy our own a*mo to train on the range.
GIBBS: Okay, you want me to help fix this? Then get me that reporter's number.
SHEPARD: You're going to apologize?
GIBBS: No, ask her to dinner.
CUT TO: INT. SQUAD ROOM - DAY
TONY: There's Ducky. Ducky looks good. Here's the autopsy gremlin. There it is! Right there. That's my jacket.
ZIVA: That's McGee's jacket.
TONY: I didn't make a single broadcast.
MCGEE: I wish I could say the same. Camera must have added about ten pounds to me.
TONY: Actually, that was your refrigerator, Probie. You think Gibbs watched the news last night?
ZIVA: I know the director did. He's been up in her office for the past half an hour.
TONY: Anyone else think they were more than just partners back in the day? Hi, boss. We're just talking about Cagney and Lacey. It was a real good show.
GIBBS: What we got?
ZIVA: Taylor Shane checked into the Los Angeles Better Health Center in August of '02 and then again in May of '03.
TONY: Publicist said it was an eating disorder, but... the truth is it was heroin, cocaine and...
GIBBS: PCP.
TONY: Bingo, boss.
MCGEE: Friends have given several interviews over the years. They blame her drug problem mostly on the boyfriend, Noah Keller, son of Marshall Keller.
TONY: Ooh, that guy owns half of Manhattan. His kids are loaded, too.
MCGEE: Well, this kid was arrested for possession of illegal narcotics three times in the last five years. Twice for cocaine, once for PCP.
GIBBS: Find him.
MCGEE: Already on it.
GIBBS: That executive show guy, Crawley? He got back last night?
ZIVA: The term is "executive producer."
GIBBS: Whatever. Interview him. I want to know how this girl did a fistful of PCP in the middle of his reality show.
TONY: That guy dates super models?
ZIVA: They're shallow, he's wealthy. It's the perfect match. Isn't your family wealthy?
TONY: That's different.
ZIVA: Why?
TONY: My dad cut me off when I was 12. I had to earn all my dates the old fashioned way.
ZIVA: Begging.
CUT TO: INT. LAB - DAY
GIBBS: Hey, Abs, got some good news for you. Just talked to the director, your new assistant starts Monday.
ABBY: No, Gibbs. No, I can't go through that again. That is so not funny.
GIBBS: No?
ABBY: No.
GIBBS: It was to me, kinda. Here you go. Where are we?
ABBY: Well, I know why no one heard Taylor screaming when she was on the wire the other night. Two 300-car trains passed by OCS the same time she d*ed. I doubt anyone could have heard anything.
GIBBS: You on a new diet, Abs?
ABBY: No, according to Ducky, there were no signs of intravenous drug use on the body, and there were traces of PCP in the lungs.
GIBBS: She took it orally.
ABBY: But there were also no traces of the binders and chemicals you would find when something's taken by pill.
GIBBS: Yeah, well, I'm guessing that's what all this is about.
ABBY: You would be guessing right. There were traces of PCP in her stomach. There was also dextrose, ferrous sulfate, riboflavin and a bunch of other chemicals that are consistent with these delectable pastries.
GIBBS: Okay, which one?
ABBY: That's what I've been trying to figure out. It's kind of fun. It reminds me of Bill Nye.
GIBBS: Who?
ABBY: Bill Nye the Science Guy? Wacky scientist with a kid's show?
GIBBS: Oh, like Mr. Wizard.
ABBY: Who?
GIBBS: Never mind.
ABBY: So, anyways, Bill Nye did an episode where he broke down the molecular structure of junk food pastries, same thing I did today, only Bill Nye was trying to get kids to eat healthier, and his pastries weren't laced with PCP, although Bill Nye once...
GIBBS: Abby, the case?
ABBY: Two things I know. One, I like cream filling, and two, her last meal was this. I think we're looking at death by Klowny Kake.
GIBBS: That's good work, Abs.
CUT TO: INT. DORMITORY
MCMANNIS: Taylor got along with everyone, Hannah. Everyone but you.
HANNAH: Your point is, Staff Sergeant?
MCMANNIS: She committed su1c1de for a reason, I want to know why.
HANNAH: How the hell would I know?
MCMANNIS: You been abusing her on and off camera for the past two months.
HANNAH: Oh, so it's my fault she decided to off herself?
MCMANNIS: I want to know what happened in this room last night.
HANNAH: Well, let's see. I went to bed, Natalie probably snuck off two or three times to the bathroom to throw up, and Taylor... well, she apparently decided to hang herself from a barbed wire fence. Anything else I can help you with, Staff Sergeant?
MCMANNIS: You're a real piece of work, Bressling. Get out of my sight. I'll see you at the pull-up bars.
HANNAH: With pleasure.
ZIVA: Is this a bad time, Staff Sergeant?
MCMANNIS: No, ma'am. Just counting the days till this reality show is off of my base.
TONY: We need to speak with Thomas Crawley.
MCMANNIS: So do I, sir. He's asked not to be disturbed.
ZIVA: A girl d*ed from a drug overdose while taping the show. Disturbing him is not our primary concern.
MCMANNIS: Taylor overdosed? On what?
TONY: PCP, a lot of it.
MCMANNIS: That's why she tried to climb that fence 'cause she was on dr*gs?
TONY: She was most likely delusional.
ZIVA: Perhaps she thought someone was chasing her.
TONY: You know how she got the dr*gs, Staff Sergeant?
MCMANNIS: No, sir. I know she had some problems in the past, but if anything, she was anti-dr*gs. Hell, she wouldn't even take an aspirin.
TONY: Where's Crawley, Staff Sergeant?
MCMANNIS: His office. It's just outside that door.
CUT TO: INT. CRAWLEY'S OFFICE
TONY: Mr. Crawley. Mr. Crawley?
CRAWLEY: I'm sorry. Please, I was thinking about my daughter. Her death just...
TONY: Taylor Shane was your daughter?
CRAWLEY: I became her legal guardian when she was 15. We've been through a lot together, but...
ZIVA: Were you aware that she had a drug problem?
CRAWLEY: Taylor's been clean and sober for over two years now.
ZIVA: She OD'd on PCP.
CRAWLEY: No, no. There's no way. She would never go through that again.
ZIVA: Statistically, addicts fall back in times of stress.
TONY: Meaning Marine boot camp probably wasn't the best environment for her.
CRAWLEY: This entire reality series was Taylor's idea. I've never seen her happier. She loved it here.
ZIVA: How did she get the dr*gs?
CRAWLEY: She didn't. The whole point of the show was to show that she wasn't that girl anymore.
ZIVA: Well, I'd say it backfired, large time.
TONY: It's "big time."
CUT TO: EXT. QUANTICO - DAY
MCMANNIS: Get up! Let's go! Move! Come on. Show me what you're made of! Come on now. Just two more!
HANNAH: I can't do it anymore!
MCMANNIS: What did I tell you about the word "can't," Bressling?!
NATALIE: Taylor's the only one who took any of this Marine stuff seriously. But you knew that, right, Sarge?
CRAWLEY: Get the cameras out of here.
CAMERAMAN: Yes, sir.
CRAWLEY: Was he here? Answer me, Hannah.
MCMANNIS: You're hurting her arm, sir.
CRAWLEY: My daughter's dead, Staff Sergeant. If she's responsible, I'll do more than that.
TONY: Hey, no one's doing anything around here but calming down.
ZIVA: Who is "he"?
CRAWLEY: Noah Keller, Taylor's ex.
ZIVA: Noah Keller, he was here?
HANNAH: A couple of days ago. Big deal.
CRAWLEY: Did you know this?
MCMANNIS: No, sir.
TONY: Staff Sergeant, can you take Mr. Crawley for a walk? We need to talk to the girls alone.
MCMANNIS: You need to let NCIS handle it.
CRAWLEY: I'll talk to you when they're done.
HANNAH: We'll be here, Tom. We don't wrap for another three days. Is that Berry Mango Madness?
ZIVA: Yes.
HANNAH: We haven't had anything but Marine food since we got here. I'll give you a hundred bucks for it.
ZIVA: It's not for sale.
TONY: It's free. Just like love. You know, I'm a big fan of the show. You guys are really beautiful and great and the show is excellent.
HANNAH: Thanks, cutie.
ZIVA: Why didn't you tell me that Taylor's boyfriend had visited her?
NATALIE: She made us promise not to say anything.
TONY: Well, you know, she's dead, so I don't think she'll mind.
HANNAH: You saw the way Tom reacted. He hates Noah. He blames him for Taylor's drug habit.
ZIVA: Was she using while she was here?
HANNAH: Considering we're in a Marine boot camp, no. None of us have used any dr*gs.
NATALIE: Noah just came to talk to her. They were having some relationship problems.
HANNAH: Taylor thought he was using again.
NATALIE: What?
TONY: It just makes sense.
ZIVA: Someone gave her enough PCP to k*ll the three of you.
CUT TO: INT. SQUAD ROOM - DAY
MCGEE: When was the last time you heard from Mr. Keller?
GIBBS: Hang up the phone, McGee.
MCGEE: Boss, I'm on the phone with Noah Keller's accountant.
GIBBS: He's at the Cranston Motel in Triangle, Virginia right outside the main gate at Quantico.
MCGEE: How'd you track him down?
GIBBS: I got an urgent call from the President. His AMEX records were in the fax machine, McGee. Come on.
MCGEE: I specifically told her to e-mail those.
CUT TO: EXT. HOTEL - DAY
MCGEE: Millions of dollars, supermodel girlfriend, this is where he stays?
GIBBS: Well, he showed up in style.
MCGEE: I think I would have rather slept in the car.
GIBBS: That one. (ON THE PHONE) Yeah, Gibbs?
TONY: (ON THE PHONE) Boss, Noah Keller was in Quantico the day before Taylor Shane d*ed.
GIBBS: Yeah, I see him now, DiNozzo. Don't bother, McGee.
FADE IN: INT. HOTEL'S ROOM - DAY
DUCKY: A young person's death is never easy, McGee, but two in 24 hours, and both self-afflicted, well, that's... tragic.
GIBBS: He got off easy, Duck dr*gs he gave his girlfriend had her thrashing herself to death in a barbed-wire fence.
MCGEE: These people can have everything, and this is how they end up?
DUCKY: Well, wealth and fame have often gone hand in hand with fatal addiction. Edgar Allan Poe, Keith Moon.
PALMER: Kurt Cobain.
DUCKY: Yeah, the list goes on and on. This one's been dead about 24 hours, Jethro.
GIBBS: Yeah, well, that means he offed himself the same night his girlfriend O.D.'d.
DUCKY: Well, the froth around the mouth suggests a breakdown of the nervous system.
GIBBS: PCP?
DUCKY: Yeah, possible, but not probable. Look. Pinpoint pupils, blue discoloration around the fingernails. No, I'd say his death was the result of diacetylmorphine.
GIBBS: Heroin.
DUCKY: Yeah.
GIBBS: I would say you're right, Ducky. That a su1c1de note?
MCGEE: Not exactly.
CUT TO: INT. SHEPARD'S OFFICE
SHEPARD: "It's time for us to realize that this just isn't meant to be. Please know that it was never my intention to hurt you. I will always remember the great times we've had." This is a Dear John letter.
GIBBS: Postmarked six days ago from Quantico Post Office. Handwriting checks out.
SHEPARD: Taylor Shane sent it.
GIBBS: Yeah. Noah Keller came by to chat about it.
SHEPARD: Very Romeo and Juliet.
GIBBS: Yeah, except for the part where he feeds her a toxic Klowny Kake and offs himself.
SHEPARD: This must have been a very difficult letter for her to write.
GIBBS: Probably harder for him to read. No one likes getting dumped by postal express.
SHEPARD: Maybe he didn't listen. Relationships change. Some people don't know when to let go. I have to brief the C.G. of Quantico first thing in the morning on this, and I'd like you to be there when I do that.
GIBBS: Negative, Jen all we have is circumstantial evidence so far. We don't even have anything to tie the two deaths together yet.
SHEPARD: Well, I can't call the general and tell him we have nothing.
GIBBS: You can always write him a letter.
CUT TO: INT. LAB - DAY
TONY: Abby? Abs?
ABBY: Ta-da! They're for you.
TONY: Wow. They're really black. Really, really... black.
ABBY: It's pretty cool, huh?
TONY: Yeah. "Get well Soon"?
ABBY: They didn't have a card that said... "Sorry I almost sent you to prison" at the flower shop.
TONY: "Almost"? You actually did send me to prison.
ABBY: Well, not for good.
TONY: Abby... I don't know what to say, Abby. These...
ABBY: Just say that you don't hate me.
TONY: I could never hate you. I don't think anyone could ever hate you.
ABBY: Oh, you don't know Billy Bob.
TONY: You... gave him black roses?
ABBY: No. I gave him two black eyes. He tried to run over me with a Harley Fatboy when I was sleeping in the living room.
TONY: A guy rode a motorcycle through your living room?
ABBY: Yeah. No. Well, it was his living room, my Harley. Billy Bob had, um, intimacy issues. Don't forget to water them, or they'll die.
TONY: I thought they already were dead.
CUT TO: INT. AUTOPSY
PALMER: "Laugh now, cry later."
DUCKY: It's an interesting concept, Mr. Palmer. Unfortunately for our guest here, the laughter has ended.
PALMER: My friend who went to NYU said is guy was the club king of New York. He was almost legendary.
DUCKY: Well, if he wasn't before, he most certainly is now.
PALMER: And apparently, he only went out with models and A-list celebrities. This guy got the VIP treatment everywhere he went.
GIBBS: You writing a gossip column, Palmer?
PALMER: I-I was just informing Dr. Mallard that he... that he... that he... We... I...
GIBBS: Talk to me, Duck.
DUCKY: Our initial assumptions were far from correct. When I examined him just now, I found fresh bruises on his upper back, the left shoulder. The X rays indicated a severe fracture of the left scapula and a clavicle that was almost completely crushed.
GIBBS: He was in a fight?
DUCKY: Yeah. Well, injuries of that nature, his left arm would be completely useless.
GIBBS: Someone else sh*t him up.
DUCKY: Well, Abby's tox screen showed that Mr. Keller had a blood-alcohol level of .34. His heart was pumping so slowly that most of the heroin was never even metabolized.
GIBBS: He was passed out.
DUCKY: Yes. I'm afraid our young man was unconscious when the drug was administered.
CUT TO: INT. SQUAD ROOM - DAY
ZIVA: From Abby?
TONY: I thought this show was just mindless entertainment.
ZIVA: It's called research, Tony. And I'm merely looking for a lead.
TONY: Well, this is only the beginning. Before you know it, you'll be sitting at home eating a large box of chocolates, watching the Food Network on your 50-inch plasma.
ZIVA: We're not all so easily corrupted. Take McGee, for example. He's been raised in America his entire life, and he rarely turns the television on. Tell him, McGee.
TONY: Yeah, tell him, McGee.
MCGEE: W-Well, uh... depends what you consider "rarely." I might watch 20 minutes here or there.
TONY: Tell her what you do the rest of the time, Probie.
MCGEE: It's not TV.
TONY: He pretends to be a fairy in an online computer game.
MCGEE: It's an elf lord.
TONY: Whatever.
GIBBS: Keller didn't commit su1c1de, he was m*rder*d. What the hell are you two doing? Find out why.
TONY: Hey, uh, I got to call you back.
MCGEE: Boss, I think I might have something.
GIBBS: Are you waiting for me to guess... elf lord?
(TONY LAUGHS)
MCGEE: No. Sorry. Um, I was searching through Noah Keller's cell phone records. The night that he d*ed, he received three calls. Two were from his business manager, the other was from Hannah Bressling.
CUT TO: INT. DORMITORY
HANNAH: I've known Noah since high school. We used to sneak into the Limelight, like, every weekend.
MCGEE: Limelight-- that's, uh, that club in Chelsea.
HANNAH: Yeah. You been?
MCGEE: Actually, no, I, uh... I saw it on Wild On. Sounded like it was a pretty exclusive place.
HANNAH: Even as a kid, Noah seemed to know all the right people. I don't think he waited in line his entire life.
TONY: Money tends to open doors.
HANNAH: Oh, he didn't use his dad's money as a crutch.
MCGEE: Really?
HANNAH: Yeah, everyone always assumed that he was popular only because he was rich and... that was the reason he dated models.
TONY: I'm sure it didn't hurt.
HANNAH: No, women liked Noah 'cause he was charismatic and interesting. I mean, most guys that come from money are womanizers whose life revolves around their car.
TONY: Were you and Noah ever an item?
HANNAH: We dated on and off for a couple of years, but... we sort of lost touch when he hooked up with Taylor.
MCGEE: When did he get involved with dr*gs?
HANNAH: People say he got her started, but it's not true. They both made that leap together.
TONY: Did you speak to him when he came to see Taylor?
HANNAH: No. He was, um, drunk and really upset. But I called him later that night just to make sure that he was safe. I just can't imagine why anyone would have wanted to hurt him.
CUT TO: INT. SQUAD ROOM - DAY
GIBBS: What are you doing?
SHEPARD: I just stopped by to drop you something off, Jethro.
GIBBS: Looked to me like you were playing agent.
SHEPARD: I left you four messages today.
GIBBS: Really? I only got three.
SHEPARD: Noah Keller's death was m*rder, not su1c1de. That's something I should probably know.
GIBBS: It sounds like you do.
SHEPARD: This case is getting more attention by the hour. I trust... that you will keep me informed.
GIBBS: Trust is a two-way street.
SHEPARD: What are you saying, Jethro, you don't trust me?
GIBBS: Of course I trust you. Is that all?
SHEPARD: For now.
ZIVA: I can save you the trouble. On today's Channel Six News, per Director Shepard's demand, Cynthia Sanchez issued a retraction on Monday's story. She was also forced to issue a public apology to one Leroy Jethro Gibbs. Our director has friends in high places, yes?
GIBBS: Something I can do for you, Officer David?
ZIVA: Abby needs to see you. Said she found something.
CUT TO: INT. LAB - DAY
ABBY: I looked through all the Boot Camp Babes footage from the night Taylor Shane d*ed.
ZIVA: She was nowhere to be seen. She knew where the cameras were placed. Also knew how to avoid them.
ABBY: Not all of them. A few minutes ago, I found this. It's from a Quantico security camera that was placed on top of the mess hall. This video was taken about two hours before Taylor Shane d*ed.
ZIVA: I presume not many people stroll around Quantico at 1: 00 a.m.
GIBBS: Can you zoom in, Abs?
ABBY: My new enhancer program is booting up as we speak. I've been waiting for the chance to bust out this bad boy. This should clear it up a bit.
ZIVA: Taylor was with Staff Sergeant McMannis?
FADE IN: INT. OBSERVATION ROOM
ZIVA: When's Gibbs planning on starting?
TONY: This is one of his techniques.
ZIVA: Really?
TONY: Leaves the guy alone in a cold, dimly lit room. And then, just as the guy starts to zone out, bursts in the door and r*fles off some questions. I call it "rock the baby."
ZIVA: I see. And does it work?
TONY: Oh, just watch. In a few moments, that door's going to fly open and this big, bad Marine is going to jump like a little girl.
GIBBS: What the hell's with you, DiNozzo?
TONY: Nothing. Uh... I was just telling Ziva about your interrogation techniques.
GIBBS: I'm not interrogating McMannis. You are.
TONY: Ooh, thanks, boss. You know, I could've used a little more prep time...
GIBBS: I'm not talking to you, DiNozzo. He is all yours, Officer David.
ZIVA: You are aware that I've never performed an interrogation without inflicting some sort of pain.
CUT TO: INT. INTERROGATION ROOM
ZIVA: This footage was pulled from a Quantico security camera. It was taken at 0117 the morning Taylor Shane was m*rder*d.
CUT TO: INT. OBSERVATION ROOM
TONY: It's an interesting technique.
GIBBS: She doesn't want to tempt herself.
CUT TO: INT. INTERROGATION ROOM
ZIVA: Tell me what you know, Staff Sergeant.
MCMANNIS: Okay if I dip, ma'am? I promised Taylor I'd quit. We're both addicted to nicotine.
ZIVA: A supermodel who spits tobacco?
MCMANNIS: She smoked, but it's against the rules at boot camp.
ZIVA: So you supplied her with your snuff there?
MCMANNIS: Yes, ma'am.
ZIVA: And junk food?
MCMANNIS: Sometimes.
ZIVA: And the midnight walks? You did that with every girl, Staff Sergeant?
MCMANNIS: No, just Taylor; we didn't want anybody to find out about us until the show ended.
ZIVA: Find out what?
MCMANNIS: That we were in love, ma'am.
CUT TO: INT. OBSERVATION ROOM
TONY: This is the worst defense imaginable. The idea of a supermodel falling in love with a guy like this.
GIBBS: Okay, why is that?
TONY: Well, it's absolutely ridiculous, you know? Supermodels date guys like George Clooney, or guys with George Clooney's bank account or, of course, the actual George Clooney, but not guys like this. They don't date guys like this. Definitely not guys like this.
GIBBS: Meaning, Marines, DiNozzo?
TONY: No, I didn't say that. I mean, I would never say that. He thought I meant Marines.
GIBBS: Yeah. Gibbs.
ABBY (ON THE PHONE): I got something for you.
GIBBS: (ON THE PHONE) I'll be right there. (TO TONY) Abby's got something.
TONY: Hey, you were a lot of help.
CUT TO: INT. INTERROGATION ROOM
MCMANNIS: Taylor was nohing like her reputation. She was, she was... normal, like a regular girl. I know it sounds weird, ma'am, but I fell in love with her the moment I met her.
ZIVA: And she felt the same way?
MCMANNIS: We were going to get married once the show ended. She was done with modeling. She... she was sick of the whole lifestyle.
ZIVA: And the reason you failed to mention you were with her a few hours before she d*ed?
MCMANNIS: Who'd have believe me, ma'am? Hell, it was my life. I barely believe it myself.
ZIVA: I believe you.
MCMANNIS: You do? So I'm free to go?
ZIVA: No. I think we will charge you with m*rder instead.
MCMANNIS: But you just... you said you believed me, ma'am. I would never, ever have done anything to hurt her.
ZIVA: What about the man who supplied Taylor with the dr*gs that k*lled her? Noah Keller?
MCMANNIS: Uh...
ZIVA: Answer the question, Staff Sergeant.
MCMANNIS: I'm not feeling too well, ma'am.
CUT TO: INT. LAB - DAY
ABBY: This is the final wardrobe of Taylor Shane.
MCGEE: Could not imagine a worse way to go.
ABBY: I could.
MCGEE: She planted herself on a barbed-wire fence. What could possibly be worse?
ABBY: My top three are falling into a wood chipper, drowning in lava, and being eaten by a shark.
MCGEE: Guessing you've thought about this before.
ABBY: On and off for the last 25 years.
MCGEE: You know, I read a statistic that says you're more likely to be struck by lightning than att*cked by a shark.
ABBY: Not if you're a seal.
GIBBS: What do we have, Abs?
ABBY: I broke down the origin of each and every stain on Taylor's clothes. Most are blood, mud, rust, and sweat.
GIBBS: Most?
ABBY: Yes. This stain here, under the collar, has traces of PCP mixed with formaldehyde, sodium and nicotine.
GIBBS: Tobacco.
ABBY: Yep. The PCP wasn't laced in the Klowny Cake. It was laced in this.
CUT TO: INT. INTERROGATION ROOM
ZIVA: Are you sure you don't want some more water, Staff Sergeant?
MCMANNIS: I... I have to leave here now!
ZIVA: Sit down, Staff Sergeant.
MCMANNIS: What are you doing to me?!
TONY: I believe Officer David asked you to sit down.
MCMANNIS: You did this to me! You're trying to destroy me!
TONY: The guy just went crazy, boss.
GIBBS: He's ODing on PCP. Get a medical team in here, DiNozzo. Where'd you get the chew, Sergeant? Sergeant!
MCMANNIS: From the show. What's happening to me, sir?
GIBBS: You've been drugged.
ZIVA: But you'll be alright now. Hush.
CUT TO: INT. LAB - DAY
ABBY: This is what I would call some serious snuff. The Staff Sergeant's chew was laced with 400 milligrams of PCP. A typical hit for a user would be between seven and ten milligrams.
TONY: I knew that dude could've have taken me if he wasn't juiced.
ZIVA: What are his chances, Abby?
ABBY: Depends on how much PCP he ingested. How long was he dipping? That long, huh? Let's just hope he has better luck than Taylor Shane.
MCGEE: Okay, great. Thank you. Staff Sergeant McMannis is stable at Bethesda. Still in critical condition.
GIBBS: Any prints?
ABBY: I was able to lift two latent prints. One matches Staff Sergeant McMannis....
GIBBS: And the other?
ABBY: No owner yet. But it does match a print lifted from Noah Keller's syringe.
ZIVA: Whoever k*lled Taylor, k*lled Keller.
CUT TO: INT. DORMITORY
HANNAH: What's that for?
TONY: It's a fingerprint kit.
NATALIE: Why?
GIBBS: Someone tried to k*ll Staff Sergeant McMannis today.
ZIVA: His chewing tobacco was laced with PCP. Whoever did it left a print on the can.
GIBBS: The same person who m*rder*d Taylor Shane and Noah Keller.
NATALIE: Whoa. You think it was one of us?
ZIVA: Oh, we know it was one of you.
CRAWLEY: You were always jealous of her, Hannah. You're also the one who introduced her to Keller.
HANNAH: Me, jealous of a crackhead? Please, Tom, you're stretching it a bit.
NATALIE: But why would we? That doesn't make any sense.
ZIVA: Taylor Shane was in love with the staff sergeant.
HANNAH: Yeah, right. You've got to be joking.
ZIVA: No, we're not.
HANNAH: Well, then fingerprint away, sweetheart. It wasn't me.
GIBBS: We don't need it. They're already on your arrest record.
ZIVA: From the time you b*at up your assistant with a cell phone, I believe?
NATALIE: Well, it wasn't me.
GIBBS: Nope. We've got yours, too.
TONY: Yeah. Remember that time you drove your SUV through the front of Limelight?
CRAWLEY: Whoa. What is this? I-I loved Taylor. Wait a minute. I'm not giving you permission to take my fingerprints. I want to talk to my lawyer first.
GIBBS: We don't need anybody's permission. You're under arrest for m*rder.
ZIVA: You didn't want Taylor to give up her career to marry a Marine, but you couldn't stop her.
TONY: Too bad she was addicted to nicotine, too.
NATALIE: You k*lled your own daughter?
CRAWLEY: It was an accident! What was I supposed to do? She was going to throw her life away. Be some... Be some jarhead's housewife!
HANNAH: Thanks, Tom.
ZIVA: What's so funny, honey?
HANNAH: The ratings on this one will really be through the roof.
TONY: Ziva, no, no, no, no.
ZIVA: You really find her attractive?
TONY: Oh, yeah.
ZIVA: Well, I want to sh**t her.
CUT TO: INT. SQUAD ROOM - DAY
MCGEE: Tony, it's a matter of opinion. How can I be wrong?
TONY: Exactly. It's a matter of you having the wrong opinion.
ZIVA: Why don't you two just agree to disagree?
MCGEE: I don't agree to that.
TONY: Boss, the director's new hair, you like the way she cut it short?
GIBBS: She cut her hair?
TONY: Never mind. I don't suppose you want this. I'll get rid of it.
GIBBS: Go home, DiNozzo. It's late.
TONY: Yeah, I'm just finishing up a couple things.
GIBBS: Your flowers are dead.
MAN: Never get tired of this sight.
MAN 2: Ah, you and me both.
MAN: Where's number three? McMannis? We have a loose one.
CUT TO: INT. DORMITORY
NAT VANCE: I can't take much more of this!
HANNAH: It's driving us crazy!
NAT VANCE: Where's Taylor?
HANNAH: Maybe she got lucky escaped.
NAT VANCE: They're coming.
MCMANNIS: Oh, my God! Tell me you did not just wave at me, Vance?! You call yourself a supermodel? Right now the only thing you are super at is looking like an idiot on TV! I count two of you. Where is little princess number three?
HANNAH: Oh, my God.
(MUSIC OVER ACTION/MCGEE TURNS OVER THE BODY) (MUSIC OUT) (THEME MUSIC UP OVER OPENING TITLE/ SCENES/ CREDITS AND OUT)
FADE IN: INT. AUTOPSY - "MODEL BEHAVIOUR"
SUMNER: The next award to be presented is the Meritorious Civilian Service Medal.
SHEPARD: Would Special Agent Leroy Jethro Gibbs please step forward.
ZIVA: She went with the elf cut?
TONY: It's called the "pixie."
DUCKY: I think she looks terrific.
ZIVA: Where's Gibbs?
DUCKY: All the years I've known him, he's never once turned up for an awards ceremony.
ZIVA: Even if he's the one receiving, Ducky?
DUCKY: Especially if he's the one receiving it.
SUMNER: Special Agent Gibbs?
ABBY: Told you he wouldn't show. Pay up.
MCGEE: You got change for a 20?
ABBY: No.
TONY: Nice haircut.
SHEPARD: Whe the hell is he, DiNozzo?
TONY: He's working on a case.
SHEPARD: What case?
TONY: The one that's preventing him from being here. I'll take that for him, though.
SUMNER: Accepting for Special Agent Gibbs Is Special Agent Anthony DiNozzo. She's pretty. I'd like to think I'm the Michael Douglas to his Karl Malden on the streets of D.C... Thank you.
SHEPARD: And thank you, everybody. That concludes our awards ceremony.
TONY: Gibbs...Gibbs thanks you...thank you. Is this on? I have a speech. I didn't... I wrote a whole... whole thing.
CUT TO: INT. SHEPARD'S OFFICE
SHEPARD: Gibbs... where are you?
GIBBS: I'm right behind you.
SHEPARD: I really hate it when you do that. Tony has your award.
GIBBS: He can keep it.
SHEPARD: Some things never change, do they, Jethro?
GIBBS: Depends on your definition of change.
SHEPARD: My definition... I expect you to be there the next time I'm handing you an award.
GIBBS: DiNozzo didn't tell you? I'm working a case.
SHEPARD: Oh, alone in my office?
GIBBS: It's high-profile, Jen. I thought you'd want to hear about it before it hits the news.
SHEPARD: I'm listening.
GIBBS: Well, there's a dead celebrity at Quantico.
SHEPARD: Who?
GIBBS: Some woman named Taylor Shane.
SHEPARD: The supermodel?
GIBBS: Found her hanging from an OCS security fence this morning.
SHEPARD: Then why aren't you there?
GIBBS: I just got the call five minutes ago.
SHEPARD: Oh, and the awards ceremony started 30 minutes ago.
GIBBS: Well, you know me I like to get a head start on things. I'll keep you informed.
SHEPARD: Jethro, the press is going to be all over this one. I'd appreciate it if you could go easy on them.
GIBBS: Telling me how to do my job, Director?
SHEPARD: No, just reiterating your previous point.
GIBBS: Which was?
SHEPARD: I know you.
CUT TO: EXT. QUANTICO - DAY
GIBBS: Break out the gear.
ZIVA: Boot Camp Babes is a real TV show?
TONY: Reality TV at its finest. Three hot, rich babes learning what's truly important in life.
ZIVA: Defending their country.
TONY: No, f*ring machine g*ns while wearing bikinis.
MCGEE: I think I like your reason better, Ziva.
ZIVA: Your Marine Corps would actually allow these models to serve?
TONY: Well, they're not joining for real.
MCGEE: It's a stunt. Kind of like The Simple Life.
ZIVA: The Simple Life?
MCGEE: Yeah, that show about Paris Hilton?
ZIVA: I never heard of it. But I've been there a few times.
TONY: I wouldn't mind spending a night there myself.
ZIVA: Oh, you have no idea. I often dream about it.
TONY: Really?
ZIVA: What?
TONY: Just trying to picture Paris and you together.
ZIVA: Don't get your hopes up. I'm not attracted to blondes.
MCGEE: Whoa. This is bad.
TONY: Gibbs is going to go completely and utterly ape...
REPORTERS: What happened to the girl? What are you hiding?
GIBBS: I just got here. Like I said, I just got here.
REPORTERS: What condition was her body found in?
GIBBS: I just got here. I haven't even had a chance...
CINDY SANCHEZ: What about the other girls? How are the other girls handling it? How are they handling it...?
GIBBS: Okay, that's it. Interview's over.
CINDY SANCHEZ: I'm sorry. It was an accident.
GIBBS: I don't care. Sergeant... secure the area.
CINDY SANCHEZ: Special Agent Gibbs...
PALMER: Wow, she really was beautiful.
DUCKY: She still is, Mr. Palmer. She's been dead at least five hours, Jethro.
GIBBS: I'm more interested in how she got that way, Duck.
DUCKY: Well, her body is covered with these lacerations. None of them appear to be fatal.
PALMER: We'll know more when we get her back. Um... I'll just go get the gurney now.
GIBBS: Who moved the body?
MCMANNIS: I did, sir. Didn't think it was right them taking pictures of Taylor hanging on the wire like that.
GIBBS: You have any crime scene experience, Staff Sergeant McMannis?
MCMANNIS: No, sir. But I do have public affairs experience. Photos like that aren't what the Corps agreed to support this show.
GIBBS: You the liaison?
MCMANNIS: Yes, sir.We've been trying to contact the producer, Thomas Crawley. He doesn't know anything about this yet.
GIBBS: How'd she get up there?
MCMANNIS: Looked like she was trying to climb over. That doesn't make any sense, sir. If she wanted off the show, all she had to do was ask. It's not like this is a real boot camp.
GIBBS: McGee, photos. Ziva, interview the rest of the models. DiNozzo...
TONY: Boss, I'm pretty familiar with the show. Maybe I should interview them.
ZIVA: That would work for me. I hate models.
GIBBS: Is that so? McGee... Help Ziva... interview them. Any other suggestions, DiNozzo?
TONY: No, I think I got it.
GIBBS: Good. I'm going to need to see all the footage that you sh*t on this thing.
MCMANNIS: You got it, sir. Post production office is right over here.
ZIVA: Do you want me to get their autographs, Tony?
TONY: Hey, Probie... See if you can get them to sign it to the "Big D."
CUT TO: INT. DORMITORY
NATALIE: What was she doing out there, Hannah?
HANNAH: Probably just looking for a bigger story line.
NATALIE: Hmm?
HANNAH: Think about it, Nat, the big escape. Would have made some great TV.
ZIVA: Unfortunately, it did.
MCGEE: Special Agent McGee, and Officer David, NCIS. We would like to ask you a few questions.
ZIVA: In private, please.
CAMERAMAN: Okay, let's go.
MCGEE: When was the last time you saw Ms. Shane?
NATALIE: Lights out.
ZIVA: Time?
HANNAH: Around 10: 30.
ZIVA: Do you really believe she did this as a stunt?
HANNAH: I don't know. I mean... Taylor would do anything for more camera time.
NATALIE: Hannah, she's dead, okay? Stop being a bitch.
HANNAH: The cameras are off, Natalie. You can stop pretending you cared about her.
ZIVA: Hmm, you didn't get along.
HANNAH: We're supermodels, honey. We don't have to get along.
MCGEE: On the show you three seem like such good friends.
NATALIE: They sh**t us 24 hours a day, Agent McGee. You only get to see 23 minutes of it.
CUT TO: EXT. QUANTICO - DAY
TONY: Hey, just about done here, boss. Thought I might check on the rest of the team...
GIBBS: You're riding with the body. Make sure those damn reporters don't follow you back.
TONY: How am I supposed to do that...?
GIBBS: Improvise.
TONY: Give me the keys. I'm driving.
DUCKY: Tony.
TONY: Thanks, Ducky.
CUT TO: INT. DORMITORY
HANNAH: Anything else I n help you with? Like maybe some hair tips for your girlfriend here?
MCGEE: No, I think that about covers it. But if you can remember anything else that might help, please give us a call.
ZIVA: It's called a business card. Maybe you can have one of the marines read it to you.
CUT TO: INT. AUTOPSY
DUCKY: No bones broken, no major arteries severed and take a look at the tox screen. Her death was not the result of tangling with the razor wire.
GIBBS: Phencyclidine. Angel dust.
DUCKY: Yeah. It's an overdose of PCP. Drove that poor girl flailing into that fence. She had a seizure, fell into a coma and d*ed.
GIBBS: An accidental overdose, Duck?
DUCKY: I doubt it. She had enough PCP in her system to k*ll a small water buffalo.
GIBBS: Water buffalo?
DUCKY: I tire of saying small horse. I'm afraid our young model might have committed su1c1de.
GIBBS: We don't investigate suicides, Duck.
PALMER: We don't investigate suicides?
DUCKY: Technically no. But even the most obvious su1c1de is investigated by NCIS as a m*rder.
PALMER: On a Marine base surrounded by cameras...
DUCKY: Yes. The stuff good mysteries are made of, Mr. Palmer.
FADE IN: INT. SHEPARD'S OFFICE
CINDY SANCHEZ (ON TV): The incident shocked the entertainment industry and entire nation. The sudden and gruesome death of super model and recent reality star, Taylor Shane. The 25-year-old was found at approximately 6: 10 yesterday morning, hanging atop a barrier fence at the Quantico Marine base. Shane was at Quantico participating in hit reality show Boot Camp Babes.
SHEPARD: I'll just fast forward to the good part.
CINDY SANCHEZ (ON TV): Special Agent Gibbs, is the Marine Corps attempting to cover up how Taylor Shane d*ed.
GIBBS (ON TV): The interview's over.
CINDY SANCHEZ (ON TV): The people have a right to know.
GIBBS (ON TV): I don't care.
SHEPARD: What were you thinking?
GIBBS: Give me a break, Jen, I wasn't even asked that question.
SHEPARD: You're saying they did a hatchet job on you?
GIBBS: Yeah, are you saying you don't believe me? You were wrong the other day. Some things do change.
SHEPARD: Part of our job is to make sure that they don't creatively edit our interviews, Jethro.
GIBBS: No, that's maybe your job, Director. My job is to catch dirtbags.
SHEPARD: The Marine Corps does not need anymore bad publicity at this moment.
GIBBS: Supporting something called Boot Camp Babes? What did they think was gonna happen?
SHEPARD: The intention of the show was to represent that the Marines could be a life changing experience.
GIBBS: Maybe, in season two. Are we done here, yet? I have a dead girl downstairs and an investigation to run.
SHEPARD: I've got an entire agency to run, and sound bites like these do not help when the budget's under review. Or maybe you'd like to go back to the days when we had to buy our own a*mo to train on the range.
GIBBS: Okay, you want me to help fix this? Then get me that reporter's number.
SHEPARD: You're going to apologize?
GIBBS: No, ask her to dinner.
CUT TO: INT. SQUAD ROOM - DAY
TONY: There's Ducky. Ducky looks good. Here's the autopsy gremlin. There it is! Right there. That's my jacket.
ZIVA: That's McGee's jacket.
TONY: I didn't make a single broadcast.
MCGEE: I wish I could say the same. Camera must have added about ten pounds to me.
TONY: Actually, that was your refrigerator, Probie. You think Gibbs watched the news last night?
ZIVA: I know the director did. He's been up in her office for the past half an hour.
TONY: Anyone else think they were more than just partners back in the day? Hi, boss. We're just talking about Cagney and Lacey. It was a real good show.
GIBBS: What we got?
ZIVA: Taylor Shane checked into the Los Angeles Better Health Center in August of '02 and then again in May of '03.
TONY: Publicist said it was an eating disorder, but... the truth is it was heroin, cocaine and...
GIBBS: PCP.
TONY: Bingo, boss.
MCGEE: Friends have given several interviews over the years. They blame her drug problem mostly on the boyfriend, Noah Keller, son of Marshall Keller.
TONY: Ooh, that guy owns half of Manhattan. His kids are loaded, too.
MCGEE: Well, this kid was arrested for possession of illegal narcotics three times in the last five years. Twice for cocaine, once for PCP.
GIBBS: Find him.
MCGEE: Already on it.
GIBBS: That executive show guy, Crawley? He got back last night?
ZIVA: The term is "executive producer."
GIBBS: Whatever. Interview him. I want to know how this girl did a fistful of PCP in the middle of his reality show.
TONY: That guy dates super models?
ZIVA: They're shallow, he's wealthy. It's the perfect match. Isn't your family wealthy?
TONY: That's different.
ZIVA: Why?
TONY: My dad cut me off when I was 12. I had to earn all my dates the old fashioned way.
ZIVA: Begging.
CUT TO: INT. LAB - DAY
GIBBS: Hey, Abs, got some good news for you. Just talked to the director, your new assistant starts Monday.
ABBY: No, Gibbs. No, I can't go through that again. That is so not funny.
GIBBS: No?
ABBY: No.
GIBBS: It was to me, kinda. Here you go. Where are we?
ABBY: Well, I know why no one heard Taylor screaming when she was on the wire the other night. Two 300-car trains passed by OCS the same time she d*ed. I doubt anyone could have heard anything.
GIBBS: You on a new diet, Abs?
ABBY: No, according to Ducky, there were no signs of intravenous drug use on the body, and there were traces of PCP in the lungs.
GIBBS: She took it orally.
ABBY: But there were also no traces of the binders and chemicals you would find when something's taken by pill.
GIBBS: Yeah, well, I'm guessing that's what all this is about.
ABBY: You would be guessing right. There were traces of PCP in her stomach. There was also dextrose, ferrous sulfate, riboflavin and a bunch of other chemicals that are consistent with these delectable pastries.
GIBBS: Okay, which one?
ABBY: That's what I've been trying to figure out. It's kind of fun. It reminds me of Bill Nye.
GIBBS: Who?
ABBY: Bill Nye the Science Guy? Wacky scientist with a kid's show?
GIBBS: Oh, like Mr. Wizard.
ABBY: Who?
GIBBS: Never mind.
ABBY: So, anyways, Bill Nye did an episode where he broke down the molecular structure of junk food pastries, same thing I did today, only Bill Nye was trying to get kids to eat healthier, and his pastries weren't laced with PCP, although Bill Nye once...
GIBBS: Abby, the case?
ABBY: Two things I know. One, I like cream filling, and two, her last meal was this. I think we're looking at death by Klowny Kake.
GIBBS: That's good work, Abs.
CUT TO: INT. DORMITORY
MCMANNIS: Taylor got along with everyone, Hannah. Everyone but you.
HANNAH: Your point is, Staff Sergeant?
MCMANNIS: She committed su1c1de for a reason, I want to know why.
HANNAH: How the hell would I know?
MCMANNIS: You been abusing her on and off camera for the past two months.
HANNAH: Oh, so it's my fault she decided to off herself?
MCMANNIS: I want to know what happened in this room last night.
HANNAH: Well, let's see. I went to bed, Natalie probably snuck off two or three times to the bathroom to throw up, and Taylor... well, she apparently decided to hang herself from a barbed wire fence. Anything else I can help you with, Staff Sergeant?
MCMANNIS: You're a real piece of work, Bressling. Get out of my sight. I'll see you at the pull-up bars.
HANNAH: With pleasure.
ZIVA: Is this a bad time, Staff Sergeant?
MCMANNIS: No, ma'am. Just counting the days till this reality show is off of my base.
TONY: We need to speak with Thomas Crawley.
MCMANNIS: So do I, sir. He's asked not to be disturbed.
ZIVA: A girl d*ed from a drug overdose while taping the show. Disturbing him is not our primary concern.
MCMANNIS: Taylor overdosed? On what?
TONY: PCP, a lot of it.
MCMANNIS: That's why she tried to climb that fence 'cause she was on dr*gs?
TONY: She was most likely delusional.
ZIVA: Perhaps she thought someone was chasing her.
TONY: You know how she got the dr*gs, Staff Sergeant?
MCMANNIS: No, sir. I know she had some problems in the past, but if anything, she was anti-dr*gs. Hell, she wouldn't even take an aspirin.
TONY: Where's Crawley, Staff Sergeant?
MCMANNIS: His office. It's just outside that door.
CUT TO: INT. CRAWLEY'S OFFICE
TONY: Mr. Crawley. Mr. Crawley?
CRAWLEY: I'm sorry. Please, I was thinking about my daughter. Her death just...
TONY: Taylor Shane was your daughter?
CRAWLEY: I became her legal guardian when she was 15. We've been through a lot together, but...
ZIVA: Were you aware that she had a drug problem?
CRAWLEY: Taylor's been clean and sober for over two years now.
ZIVA: She OD'd on PCP.
CRAWLEY: No, no. There's no way. She would never go through that again.
ZIVA: Statistically, addicts fall back in times of stress.
TONY: Meaning Marine boot camp probably wasn't the best environment for her.
CRAWLEY: This entire reality series was Taylor's idea. I've never seen her happier. She loved it here.
ZIVA: How did she get the dr*gs?
CRAWLEY: She didn't. The whole point of the show was to show that she wasn't that girl anymore.
ZIVA: Well, I'd say it backfired, large time.
TONY: It's "big time."
CUT TO: EXT. QUANTICO - DAY
MCMANNIS: Get up! Let's go! Move! Come on. Show me what you're made of! Come on now. Just two more!
HANNAH: I can't do it anymore!
MCMANNIS: What did I tell you about the word "can't," Bressling?!
NATALIE: Taylor's the only one who took any of this Marine stuff seriously. But you knew that, right, Sarge?
CRAWLEY: Get the cameras out of here.
CAMERAMAN: Yes, sir.
CRAWLEY: Was he here? Answer me, Hannah.
MCMANNIS: You're hurting her arm, sir.
CRAWLEY: My daughter's dead, Staff Sergeant. If she's responsible, I'll do more than that.
TONY: Hey, no one's doing anything around here but calming down.
ZIVA: Who is "he"?
CRAWLEY: Noah Keller, Taylor's ex.
ZIVA: Noah Keller, he was here?
HANNAH: A couple of days ago. Big deal.
CRAWLEY: Did you know this?
MCMANNIS: No, sir.
TONY: Staff Sergeant, can you take Mr. Crawley for a walk? We need to talk to the girls alone.
MCMANNIS: You need to let NCIS handle it.
CRAWLEY: I'll talk to you when they're done.
HANNAH: We'll be here, Tom. We don't wrap for another three days. Is that Berry Mango Madness?
ZIVA: Yes.
HANNAH: We haven't had anything but Marine food since we got here. I'll give you a hundred bucks for it.
ZIVA: It's not for sale.
TONY: It's free. Just like love. You know, I'm a big fan of the show. You guys are really beautiful and great and the show is excellent.
HANNAH: Thanks, cutie.
ZIVA: Why didn't you tell me that Taylor's boyfriend had visited her?
NATALIE: She made us promise not to say anything.
TONY: Well, you know, she's dead, so I don't think she'll mind.
HANNAH: You saw the way Tom reacted. He hates Noah. He blames him for Taylor's drug habit.
ZIVA: Was she using while she was here?
HANNAH: Considering we're in a Marine boot camp, no. None of us have used any dr*gs.
NATALIE: Noah just came to talk to her. They were having some relationship problems.
HANNAH: Taylor thought he was using again.
NATALIE: What?
TONY: It just makes sense.
ZIVA: Someone gave her enough PCP to k*ll the three of you.
CUT TO: INT. SQUAD ROOM - DAY
MCGEE: When was the last time you heard from Mr. Keller?
GIBBS: Hang up the phone, McGee.
MCGEE: Boss, I'm on the phone with Noah Keller's accountant.
GIBBS: He's at the Cranston Motel in Triangle, Virginia right outside the main gate at Quantico.
MCGEE: How'd you track him down?
GIBBS: I got an urgent call from the President. His AMEX records were in the fax machine, McGee. Come on.
MCGEE: I specifically told her to e-mail those.
CUT TO: EXT. HOTEL - DAY
MCGEE: Millions of dollars, supermodel girlfriend, this is where he stays?
GIBBS: Well, he showed up in style.
MCGEE: I think I would have rather slept in the car.
GIBBS: That one. (ON THE PHONE) Yeah, Gibbs?
TONY: (ON THE PHONE) Boss, Noah Keller was in Quantico the day before Taylor Shane d*ed.
GIBBS: Yeah, I see him now, DiNozzo. Don't bother, McGee.
FADE IN: INT. HOTEL'S ROOM - DAY
DUCKY: A young person's death is never easy, McGee, but two in 24 hours, and both self-afflicted, well, that's... tragic.
GIBBS: He got off easy, Duck dr*gs he gave his girlfriend had her thrashing herself to death in a barbed-wire fence.
MCGEE: These people can have everything, and this is how they end up?
DUCKY: Well, wealth and fame have often gone hand in hand with fatal addiction. Edgar Allan Poe, Keith Moon.
PALMER: Kurt Cobain.
DUCKY: Yeah, the list goes on and on. This one's been dead about 24 hours, Jethro.
GIBBS: Yeah, well, that means he offed himself the same night his girlfriend O.D.'d.
DUCKY: Well, the froth around the mouth suggests a breakdown of the nervous system.
GIBBS: PCP?
DUCKY: Yeah, possible, but not probable. Look. Pinpoint pupils, blue discoloration around the fingernails. No, I'd say his death was the result of diacetylmorphine.
GIBBS: Heroin.
DUCKY: Yeah.
GIBBS: I would say you're right, Ducky. That a su1c1de note?
MCGEE: Not exactly.
CUT TO: INT. SHEPARD'S OFFICE
SHEPARD: "It's time for us to realize that this just isn't meant to be. Please know that it was never my intention to hurt you. I will always remember the great times we've had." This is a Dear John letter.
GIBBS: Postmarked six days ago from Quantico Post Office. Handwriting checks out.
SHEPARD: Taylor Shane sent it.
GIBBS: Yeah. Noah Keller came by to chat about it.
SHEPARD: Very Romeo and Juliet.
GIBBS: Yeah, except for the part where he feeds her a toxic Klowny Kake and offs himself.
SHEPARD: This must have been a very difficult letter for her to write.
GIBBS: Probably harder for him to read. No one likes getting dumped by postal express.
SHEPARD: Maybe he didn't listen. Relationships change. Some people don't know when to let go. I have to brief the C.G. of Quantico first thing in the morning on this, and I'd like you to be there when I do that.
GIBBS: Negative, Jen all we have is circumstantial evidence so far. We don't even have anything to tie the two deaths together yet.
SHEPARD: Well, I can't call the general and tell him we have nothing.
GIBBS: You can always write him a letter.
CUT TO: INT. LAB - DAY
TONY: Abby? Abs?
ABBY: Ta-da! They're for you.
TONY: Wow. They're really black. Really, really... black.
ABBY: It's pretty cool, huh?
TONY: Yeah. "Get well Soon"?
ABBY: They didn't have a card that said... "Sorry I almost sent you to prison" at the flower shop.
TONY: "Almost"? You actually did send me to prison.
ABBY: Well, not for good.
TONY: Abby... I don't know what to say, Abby. These...
ABBY: Just say that you don't hate me.
TONY: I could never hate you. I don't think anyone could ever hate you.
ABBY: Oh, you don't know Billy Bob.
TONY: You... gave him black roses?
ABBY: No. I gave him two black eyes. He tried to run over me with a Harley Fatboy when I was sleeping in the living room.
TONY: A guy rode a motorcycle through your living room?
ABBY: Yeah. No. Well, it was his living room, my Harley. Billy Bob had, um, intimacy issues. Don't forget to water them, or they'll die.
TONY: I thought they already were dead.
CUT TO: INT. AUTOPSY
PALMER: "Laugh now, cry later."
DUCKY: It's an interesting concept, Mr. Palmer. Unfortunately for our guest here, the laughter has ended.
PALMER: My friend who went to NYU said is guy was the club king of New York. He was almost legendary.
DUCKY: Well, if he wasn't before, he most certainly is now.
PALMER: And apparently, he only went out with models and A-list celebrities. This guy got the VIP treatment everywhere he went.
GIBBS: You writing a gossip column, Palmer?
PALMER: I-I was just informing Dr. Mallard that he... that he... that he... We... I...
GIBBS: Talk to me, Duck.
DUCKY: Our initial assumptions were far from correct. When I examined him just now, I found fresh bruises on his upper back, the left shoulder. The X rays indicated a severe fracture of the left scapula and a clavicle that was almost completely crushed.
GIBBS: He was in a fight?
DUCKY: Yeah. Well, injuries of that nature, his left arm would be completely useless.
GIBBS: Someone else sh*t him up.
DUCKY: Well, Abby's tox screen showed that Mr. Keller had a blood-alcohol level of .34. His heart was pumping so slowly that most of the heroin was never even metabolized.
GIBBS: He was passed out.
DUCKY: Yes. I'm afraid our young man was unconscious when the drug was administered.
CUT TO: INT. SQUAD ROOM - DAY
ZIVA: From Abby?
TONY: I thought this show was just mindless entertainment.
ZIVA: It's called research, Tony. And I'm merely looking for a lead.
TONY: Well, this is only the beginning. Before you know it, you'll be sitting at home eating a large box of chocolates, watching the Food Network on your 50-inch plasma.
ZIVA: We're not all so easily corrupted. Take McGee, for example. He's been raised in America his entire life, and he rarely turns the television on. Tell him, McGee.
TONY: Yeah, tell him, McGee.
MCGEE: W-Well, uh... depends what you consider "rarely." I might watch 20 minutes here or there.
TONY: Tell her what you do the rest of the time, Probie.
MCGEE: It's not TV.
TONY: He pretends to be a fairy in an online computer game.
MCGEE: It's an elf lord.
TONY: Whatever.
GIBBS: Keller didn't commit su1c1de, he was m*rder*d. What the hell are you two doing? Find out why.
TONY: Hey, uh, I got to call you back.
MCGEE: Boss, I think I might have something.
GIBBS: Are you waiting for me to guess... elf lord?
(TONY LAUGHS)
MCGEE: No. Sorry. Um, I was searching through Noah Keller's cell phone records. The night that he d*ed, he received three calls. Two were from his business manager, the other was from Hannah Bressling.
CUT TO: INT. DORMITORY
HANNAH: I've known Noah since high school. We used to sneak into the Limelight, like, every weekend.
MCGEE: Limelight-- that's, uh, that club in Chelsea.
HANNAH: Yeah. You been?
MCGEE: Actually, no, I, uh... I saw it on Wild On. Sounded like it was a pretty exclusive place.
HANNAH: Even as a kid, Noah seemed to know all the right people. I don't think he waited in line his entire life.
TONY: Money tends to open doors.
HANNAH: Oh, he didn't use his dad's money as a crutch.
MCGEE: Really?
HANNAH: Yeah, everyone always assumed that he was popular only because he was rich and... that was the reason he dated models.
TONY: I'm sure it didn't hurt.
HANNAH: No, women liked Noah 'cause he was charismatic and interesting. I mean, most guys that come from money are womanizers whose life revolves around their car.
TONY: Were you and Noah ever an item?
HANNAH: We dated on and off for a couple of years, but... we sort of lost touch when he hooked up with Taylor.
MCGEE: When did he get involved with dr*gs?
HANNAH: People say he got her started, but it's not true. They both made that leap together.
TONY: Did you speak to him when he came to see Taylor?
HANNAH: No. He was, um, drunk and really upset. But I called him later that night just to make sure that he was safe. I just can't imagine why anyone would have wanted to hurt him.
CUT TO: INT. SQUAD ROOM - DAY
GIBBS: What are you doing?
SHEPARD: I just stopped by to drop you something off, Jethro.
GIBBS: Looked to me like you were playing agent.
SHEPARD: I left you four messages today.
GIBBS: Really? I only got three.
SHEPARD: Noah Keller's death was m*rder, not su1c1de. That's something I should probably know.
GIBBS: It sounds like you do.
SHEPARD: This case is getting more attention by the hour. I trust... that you will keep me informed.
GIBBS: Trust is a two-way street.
SHEPARD: What are you saying, Jethro, you don't trust me?
GIBBS: Of course I trust you. Is that all?
SHEPARD: For now.
ZIVA: I can save you the trouble. On today's Channel Six News, per Director Shepard's demand, Cynthia Sanchez issued a retraction on Monday's story. She was also forced to issue a public apology to one Leroy Jethro Gibbs. Our director has friends in high places, yes?
GIBBS: Something I can do for you, Officer David?
ZIVA: Abby needs to see you. Said she found something.
CUT TO: INT. LAB - DAY
ABBY: I looked through all the Boot Camp Babes footage from the night Taylor Shane d*ed.
ZIVA: She was nowhere to be seen. She knew where the cameras were placed. Also knew how to avoid them.
ABBY: Not all of them. A few minutes ago, I found this. It's from a Quantico security camera that was placed on top of the mess hall. This video was taken about two hours before Taylor Shane d*ed.
ZIVA: I presume not many people stroll around Quantico at 1: 00 a.m.
GIBBS: Can you zoom in, Abs?
ABBY: My new enhancer program is booting up as we speak. I've been waiting for the chance to bust out this bad boy. This should clear it up a bit.
ZIVA: Taylor was with Staff Sergeant McMannis?
FADE IN: INT. OBSERVATION ROOM
ZIVA: When's Gibbs planning on starting?
TONY: This is one of his techniques.
ZIVA: Really?
TONY: Leaves the guy alone in a cold, dimly lit room. And then, just as the guy starts to zone out, bursts in the door and r*fles off some questions. I call it "rock the baby."
ZIVA: I see. And does it work?
TONY: Oh, just watch. In a few moments, that door's going to fly open and this big, bad Marine is going to jump like a little girl.
GIBBS: What the hell's with you, DiNozzo?
TONY: Nothing. Uh... I was just telling Ziva about your interrogation techniques.
GIBBS: I'm not interrogating McMannis. You are.
TONY: Ooh, thanks, boss. You know, I could've used a little more prep time...
GIBBS: I'm not talking to you, DiNozzo. He is all yours, Officer David.
ZIVA: You are aware that I've never performed an interrogation without inflicting some sort of pain.
CUT TO: INT. INTERROGATION ROOM
ZIVA: This footage was pulled from a Quantico security camera. It was taken at 0117 the morning Taylor Shane was m*rder*d.
CUT TO: INT. OBSERVATION ROOM
TONY: It's an interesting technique.
GIBBS: She doesn't want to tempt herself.
CUT TO: INT. INTERROGATION ROOM
ZIVA: Tell me what you know, Staff Sergeant.
MCMANNIS: Okay if I dip, ma'am? I promised Taylor I'd quit. We're both addicted to nicotine.
ZIVA: A supermodel who spits tobacco?
MCMANNIS: She smoked, but it's against the rules at boot camp.
ZIVA: So you supplied her with your snuff there?
MCMANNIS: Yes, ma'am.
ZIVA: And junk food?
MCMANNIS: Sometimes.
ZIVA: And the midnight walks? You did that with every girl, Staff Sergeant?
MCMANNIS: No, just Taylor; we didn't want anybody to find out about us until the show ended.
ZIVA: Find out what?
MCMANNIS: That we were in love, ma'am.
CUT TO: INT. OBSERVATION ROOM
TONY: This is the worst defense imaginable. The idea of a supermodel falling in love with a guy like this.
GIBBS: Okay, why is that?
TONY: Well, it's absolutely ridiculous, you know? Supermodels date guys like George Clooney, or guys with George Clooney's bank account or, of course, the actual George Clooney, but not guys like this. They don't date guys like this. Definitely not guys like this.
GIBBS: Meaning, Marines, DiNozzo?
TONY: No, I didn't say that. I mean, I would never say that. He thought I meant Marines.
GIBBS: Yeah. Gibbs.
ABBY (ON THE PHONE): I got something for you.
GIBBS: (ON THE PHONE) I'll be right there. (TO TONY) Abby's got something.
TONY: Hey, you were a lot of help.
CUT TO: INT. INTERROGATION ROOM
MCMANNIS: Taylor was nohing like her reputation. She was, she was... normal, like a regular girl. I know it sounds weird, ma'am, but I fell in love with her the moment I met her.
ZIVA: And she felt the same way?
MCMANNIS: We were going to get married once the show ended. She was done with modeling. She... she was sick of the whole lifestyle.
ZIVA: And the reason you failed to mention you were with her a few hours before she d*ed?
MCMANNIS: Who'd have believe me, ma'am? Hell, it was my life. I barely believe it myself.
ZIVA: I believe you.
MCMANNIS: You do? So I'm free to go?
ZIVA: No. I think we will charge you with m*rder instead.
MCMANNIS: But you just... you said you believed me, ma'am. I would never, ever have done anything to hurt her.
ZIVA: What about the man who supplied Taylor with the dr*gs that k*lled her? Noah Keller?
MCMANNIS: Uh...
ZIVA: Answer the question, Staff Sergeant.
MCMANNIS: I'm not feeling too well, ma'am.
CUT TO: INT. LAB - DAY
ABBY: This is the final wardrobe of Taylor Shane.
MCGEE: Could not imagine a worse way to go.
ABBY: I could.
MCGEE: She planted herself on a barbed-wire fence. What could possibly be worse?
ABBY: My top three are falling into a wood chipper, drowning in lava, and being eaten by a shark.
MCGEE: Guessing you've thought about this before.
ABBY: On and off for the last 25 years.
MCGEE: You know, I read a statistic that says you're more likely to be struck by lightning than att*cked by a shark.
ABBY: Not if you're a seal.
GIBBS: What do we have, Abs?
ABBY: I broke down the origin of each and every stain on Taylor's clothes. Most are blood, mud, rust, and sweat.
GIBBS: Most?
ABBY: Yes. This stain here, under the collar, has traces of PCP mixed with formaldehyde, sodium and nicotine.
GIBBS: Tobacco.
ABBY: Yep. The PCP wasn't laced in the Klowny Cake. It was laced in this.
CUT TO: INT. INTERROGATION ROOM
ZIVA: Are you sure you don't want some more water, Staff Sergeant?
MCMANNIS: I... I have to leave here now!
ZIVA: Sit down, Staff Sergeant.
MCMANNIS: What are you doing to me?!
TONY: I believe Officer David asked you to sit down.
MCMANNIS: You did this to me! You're trying to destroy me!
TONY: The guy just went crazy, boss.
GIBBS: He's ODing on PCP. Get a medical team in here, DiNozzo. Where'd you get the chew, Sergeant? Sergeant!
MCMANNIS: From the show. What's happening to me, sir?
GIBBS: You've been drugged.
ZIVA: But you'll be alright now. Hush.
CUT TO: INT. LAB - DAY
ABBY: This is what I would call some serious snuff. The Staff Sergeant's chew was laced with 400 milligrams of PCP. A typical hit for a user would be between seven and ten milligrams.
TONY: I knew that dude could've have taken me if he wasn't juiced.
ZIVA: What are his chances, Abby?
ABBY: Depends on how much PCP he ingested. How long was he dipping? That long, huh? Let's just hope he has better luck than Taylor Shane.
MCGEE: Okay, great. Thank you. Staff Sergeant McMannis is stable at Bethesda. Still in critical condition.
GIBBS: Any prints?
ABBY: I was able to lift two latent prints. One matches Staff Sergeant McMannis....
GIBBS: And the other?
ABBY: No owner yet. But it does match a print lifted from Noah Keller's syringe.
ZIVA: Whoever k*lled Taylor, k*lled Keller.
CUT TO: INT. DORMITORY
HANNAH: What's that for?
TONY: It's a fingerprint kit.
NATALIE: Why?
GIBBS: Someone tried to k*ll Staff Sergeant McMannis today.
ZIVA: His chewing tobacco was laced with PCP. Whoever did it left a print on the can.
GIBBS: The same person who m*rder*d Taylor Shane and Noah Keller.
NATALIE: Whoa. You think it was one of us?
ZIVA: Oh, we know it was one of you.
CRAWLEY: You were always jealous of her, Hannah. You're also the one who introduced her to Keller.
HANNAH: Me, jealous of a crackhead? Please, Tom, you're stretching it a bit.
NATALIE: But why would we? That doesn't make any sense.
ZIVA: Taylor Shane was in love with the staff sergeant.
HANNAH: Yeah, right. You've got to be joking.
ZIVA: No, we're not.
HANNAH: Well, then fingerprint away, sweetheart. It wasn't me.
GIBBS: We don't need it. They're already on your arrest record.
ZIVA: From the time you b*at up your assistant with a cell phone, I believe?
NATALIE: Well, it wasn't me.
GIBBS: Nope. We've got yours, too.
TONY: Yeah. Remember that time you drove your SUV through the front of Limelight?
CRAWLEY: Whoa. What is this? I-I loved Taylor. Wait a minute. I'm not giving you permission to take my fingerprints. I want to talk to my lawyer first.
GIBBS: We don't need anybody's permission. You're under arrest for m*rder.
ZIVA: You didn't want Taylor to give up her career to marry a Marine, but you couldn't stop her.
TONY: Too bad she was addicted to nicotine, too.
NATALIE: You k*lled your own daughter?
CRAWLEY: It was an accident! What was I supposed to do? She was going to throw her life away. Be some... Be some jarhead's housewife!
HANNAH: Thanks, Tom.
ZIVA: What's so funny, honey?
HANNAH: The ratings on this one will really be through the roof.
TONY: Ziva, no, no, no, no.
ZIVA: You really find her attractive?
TONY: Oh, yeah.
ZIVA: Well, I want to sh**t her.
CUT TO: INT. SQUAD ROOM - DAY
MCGEE: Tony, it's a matter of opinion. How can I be wrong?
TONY: Exactly. It's a matter of you having the wrong opinion.
ZIVA: Why don't you two just agree to disagree?
MCGEE: I don't agree to that.
TONY: Boss, the director's new hair, you like the way she cut it short?
GIBBS: She cut her hair?
TONY: Never mind. I don't suppose you want this. I'll get rid of it.
GIBBS: Go home, DiNozzo. It's late.
TONY: Yeah, I'm just finishing up a couple things.
GIBBS: Your flowers are dead.