MUSIC IN:
EXT. MOTEL - DAY
(DOOR OPENS)
(MUSIC OVER ACTION/CARMODY WALKS TO HIS CAR TRUNK)
(SFX: TRUNK OPENS/CLOSES)
CARMODY: Crap!
(MUSIC OVER ACTION/CARMODY WALKS TO THE MOTEL OFFICE)
(SFX: BUZZER)
(SFX: KNOCK ON DOOR)
CARMODY: Oh! You've got to be kidding me. (KNOCK ON DOOR)
(MUSIC OVER ACTION/CARMODY WALKS BACK TO THE MOTEL ROOM)
(SFX: KNOCK ON DOOR)
CARMODY: Hello? I'm from next door. I've locked myself out. I just need you to call the front desk. Hello? (b*at) Holy Mother of God!!
(KNOCK ON DOOR)
(MUSIC UP AND OUT)
(THEME MUSIC UP OVER OPENING TITLE/SCENES/ CREDITS AND OUT)
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INT. SQUAD ROOM - DAY
"SUSPICION"
(ELEVATOR DINGS/ DOORS OPEN)
MCGEE: Ziva, I am not secretive.
ZIVA: Did you hear that, Tony? McGee just said he's not secretive.
TONY: Hmm, let's see. Wrote a novel.
ZIVA: Didn't tell us.
TONY: Got it published.
ZIVA: Didn't tell us.
TONY: Made substantial amounts of money from said novel.
ZIVA: Hmm. Didn't tell us.
TONY: Anything else?
ZIVA: Bought a Porsche.
TONY: Didn't tell us. Can you see how some people might begin to think there was a pattern of secretive behavior emerging here, Probie?
MCGEE: Okay, look, I might have been hiding stuff, but it was not secretive. It was just...
ZIVA: Deceptive?
TONY: Sneaky?
MCGEE: Self-preservation. If I told you guys I was writing a novel, you would have laughed at me.
TONY: True.
ZIVA: True.
MCGEE: Besides, everyone has secrets. I'll bet you two have some doozies.
TONY: No.
ZIVA: (GASPS) Ha!
TONY: Ha? What ha. I said no.
ZIVA: You said no too quickly.
MCGEE: He did, didn't he?
ZIVA: What dark, dirty little secrets do you have that are making you so uncomfortable? (b*at) Does she have a name?
RAINES: (V.O.) Lieutenant Rana Shaheen.
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INT. MTAC - DAY
RAINES: (ON MONITOR) Her death is a real loss to the Marines.
GIBBS: Marines Corps Intelligence.
RAINES: (ON MONITOR) Three years. I've personally known her for two. She's an interpreter. Born in Kuwait, emigrated when she was a kid.
GIBBS: Working anything sensitive?
RAINES: (ON MONITOR) Just routine, nothing classified since we got back from Iraq. Ironic, isn't it?
GIBBS: You last saw her Friday?
RAINES: (ON MONITOR) She said she was going to the country for the weekend. Didn't say where. I got the impression she was going to meet someone.
MCGEE: (V.O.) Edenvale?
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INT. SQUAD ROOM - DAY
MCGEE: Where the hell is Edenvale?
TONY: Keep scrolling, Probie.
MCGEE: I'm scrolling. I'm telling you, I can't find it.
TONY: (V.O.) It's not on the map.
MCGEE: Boondocks.
TONY: Boondocks, Boss.
GIBBS: Pack a toothbrush.
ZIVA: What are boondocks?
TONY: (SINGS) Da-da-da da da da da da da.
MCGEE: (SINGS) Da-da-da da da da da da da.
TONY: (SINGS) Da-da-da da da da da da da.
MCGEE: (SINGS) Da-da-da da da da da da da.
TONY: (SINGS) Da da da da da da da da...
MCGEE: (SINGS) Da-da-da da da da da da da.
(SFX: TONY AND MCGEE SING IN UNISON)
MUSICAL BRIDGE TO:
EXT. ROAD - DAY
(ACTION OVER TONY AND MCGEE SINGING)
MUSICAL BRIDGE TO:
EXT. SHERIFF'S DEPARTMENT
BARRETT: We don't get a lot of murders out here in Edenvale, Agent Gibbs. It's got the whole town talking. Well, y'all want to come inside. I've set up the conference room for you.
GIBBS: Crime scene first, Sheriff.
BARRETT: That would be the Edenvale Motel - U.S. Twenty-Nine. Ten minute drive. Not much to see up there, though.
DUCKY: Except the crime scene.
BARRETT: Well, yeah. Room eight. sh*t twice in the chest. Bled out under the door.
DUCKY: Sheriff, the sooner we get to work on the body, the sooner we'll be out of your way.
BARRETT: You want to work on the body?
DUCKY: Preliminary examination. I'll do the autopsy back in D.C.
BARRETT: Agent Gibbs, I think we have what you might call a breakdown in communications.
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INT. FUNERAL HOME - DAY
(DOOR OPENS)
BARRETT: She was found three days ago. Booked in under a false name. Paid cash. No pocketbook, no driver's license, no vehicle. Took the best part of two days to get her prints up to Washington and processed. Soon as we found out she was a Marine, we called you. By that time, Harry had done the autopsy. Harry Lawson. Coroner. He's a good man.
GIBBS: Well, I'll bet he is.
BARRETT: Well, he's also the funeral director and owns the furniture store. Old country tradition.
ZIVA: What about the crime scene, Sheriff?
BARRETT: Well, turned back to the motel.
TONY: Cleaned up?
BARRETT: And I'm guessing already occupied.
GIBBS: Evidence?
BARRETT: Oh, yeah. Got plenty of that. You'll want to talk to Ruby
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INT. POLICE LAB - DAY
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RUBY: (V.O.) If it was loose, I bagged it. (ON CAMERA) The hairs, fibers, shell casing, gum wrappers, used tissues, even an old French fry the cleaning lady must have missed. It was right up under the headboard... anybody would have missed it. Um... everything's been tagged, numbered, indexed and photographed. I did the indexing by hand on account of the printer not working.
TONY: Blood samples?
RUBY: I took multiples, sent some to the lab, kept the rest as backup.
(SFX: MCGEE DROPS THE LENS)
MCGEE: Oh! Oh, sorry. My fault.
RUBY: It does that all the time. Well, that's everything. Um... except one teeny, tiny little thing. She was sh*t twice, but I could only find one shell casing.
ZIVA: Maybe he picked up.
RUBY: Yeah, maybe.
GIBBS: You said you had an office we could use?
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INT. OFFICE - DAY
BARRETT: Here you go. Home sweet home. I'll stir up some coffee for you. Oh, we do have a suspect.
GIBBS: When were you going to tell me that?
BARRETT: Well, I'm telling you now. (V.O.) Tyler?
TYLER: Yeah?
BARRETT: Bring me that suspect's file, would you? The victim made one phone call from the motel. Local guy by the name of Masoud Tariq. Only been in town a few months. He's an I-raqi.
TYLER: Same as the victim.
ZIVA: She's from Kuwait, actually.
TYLER: And where are you from?
ZIVA: The city.
BARRETT: Well, unfortunately, this guy Masoud Tariq, he's disappeared. So I got a search warrant. We found her lipstick in his living room. Ruby got a fingerprint match. Now, we've got a BOLO out for him, but he's got a couple days start.
TYLER: When he comes back, we'll catch him.
BARRETT: If you need anything else, you just holler.
(DOOR CLOSES)
MCGEE: You see their nameplates? Both Barretts.
ZIVA: Brothers?
MCGEE: Cousins?
TONY: Boondocks.
DUCKY: I'll take the body back to D.C., Jethro. But I'm afraid we're going to have to rely on this autopsy report.
MCGEE: You can't do another one?
DUCKY: Well, if I think it's necessary. But there will be so much missing that you can't get back. Blood patterns, position of the body, and of course you'll be missing all the usual pieces that have gone off for testing.
ZIVA: She comes down from D.C. for the weekend, books into a motel under a false name. Pays cash and calls a man.
MCGEE: Jealous spouse?
ZIVA: She's not married.
TONY: Neither was he. Moved here six months ago.
ZIVA: Which is about the time Lieutenant Shaheen got back from Iraq.
TONY: Nice timing.
GIBBS: Dinozzo, ride back with Ducky. Talk to Lieutenant Shaheen's Commanding Officer. Find out what she was working on in Iraq.
TONY: Okay, back to the big city suits me, boss. I got the Boondock Blues already.
GIBBS: McGee.
MCGEE: Boss.
GIBBS: Crime scene. Take that forensic woman with you.
MCGEE: Ruby.
GIBBS: Ruby. Yeah. Ruby. Check her methodology. See what she missed.
MCGEE: Maybe she didn't miss anything. (b*at) Right.
GIBBS: What do you need, Duck?
DUCKY: Just the body.
GIBBS: That leaves you and me with Masoud Tariq.
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EXT. HOUSE - DAY
(SFX: CAR BRAKES TO A STOP)
(SFX: CAR DOORS OPEN)
ZIVA: Sleepy.
GIBBS: Not quite.
BARRETT: That's Daryl Hardy. The sort of nosey neighbor gives small towns a bad name. Thinks Tariq is a t*rror1st. Like a t*rror1st would ever come live in a little town like ours.
ZIVA: He file complaints?
BARRETT: Nothing ever amounted to anything. Just spread a lot of bad feelings among people, is all. Tariq kept out of trouble. Paid his bills. Obeyed the law. At least up until now.
ZIVA: We're being watched.
GIBBS: That kind of town.
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INT. GARAGE - DAY
(SFX: GARAGE DOOR ROLLS UP)
GIBBS: Lacking a woman's touch?
ZIVA: I wouldn't know.
(DOOR OPENS/ CLOSES)
(MUSIC OVER ACTION/ZIVA PHOTOGRAPHS WORKBENCH)
TYLER: Want to take mine? You know, I didn't mean anything by what I said earlier.
ZIVA: Yes, you did.
TYLER: You find something?
ZIVA: The sooner you leave me alone, the sooner I'll know.
TYLER: Well, I guess the photo can wait, huh?
(MUSIC OVER ACTION/ZIVA SWABS THE GARAGE FLOOR)
(SFX: AEROSOL SPRAY)
ZIVA: Gibbs? I think someone's been making modifications.
GIBBS: Diesel fuel?
ZIVA: And a positive indicator of nitrates. Probably ammonium nitrate. Mixed with diesel oil and all you have to do is add a detonator and a cell phone if you want to set it off remotely. I think we just found ourselves a b*mb factory.
(CUT TO BLACK)
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EXT. STREET - DAY
ZIVA: I thought the local constabulary searched the house?
GIBBS: Not for a b*mb factory.
ZIVA: Hard to miss. Maybe the neighbors were more observant.
(MUSIC OVER ACTION/GIBBS WALKS TO DARYL'S PORCH)
DARYL: You from Washington?
GIBBS: Special Agent Gibbs. NCIS.
DARYL: NCIS. That like the F.B.I.?
GIBBS: Navy and Marine's version.
DARYL: It's about time. You found something.
GIBBS: Maybe.
DARYL: Mm-hmm. I knew it. Sheriff didn't want to know. No one did. It's one of them sleeper cells they warn us about on the news, ain't it?
GIBBS: What makes you think that?
DARYL: I don't think it. I know it. Wait there. (SFX: SCREEN DOOR OPENS/ CLOSES/OPENS)
DARYL: Waste of time giving it to that son-of-a-B. Here. Good luck.
(DOOR OPENS/ CLOSES)
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EXT. STREET - DAY
ZIVA: Nice neighbor?
GIBBS: He thinks he uncovered a sleeper cell.
ZIVA: Does he have proof?
GIBBS: Maybe. Send it to Abby.
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INT. ABBY'S LAB - DAY
TONY: (V.O.) What's your biggest secret? Shock me.
ABBY: When I was eleven years old, I had a paper route. And I got sick of it. So I hid all the papers, and then I only delivered wet ones to people that complained.
TONY: That was you? No, I mean like a certain Probie who secretly wrote a not-so-secret bestseller.
ABBY: Oh, you mean like a MOAS. Like a mother-of-all secrets.
TONY: Yeah.
ABBY: Everybody has one. I'm not going to tell you mine. What's yours?
TONY: Ha! Nice try. I'm sitting on my MOAS.
ABBY: I thought there was only one sh**t.
TONY: Said to the Boondock Probie.
ABBY: They look markedly different.
TONY: Maybe she was wrong.
ABBY: Well, I'll find out soon enough.
TONY: How do you live with the mother-of-all secrets?
ABBY: You don't. I mean, it consumes you. It eats you like a cancer from the inside. First there's the guilt. And then there's the excruciating urge to blab your secret, although you know that it's going to spell your doom. Have you gotten to that stage yet?
TONY: (LAUGHS) No! This is a hypothetical situation we're talking about.
ABBY: Still in the guilt stage huh? And then, you know, eventually you can't take it anymore. It drives you insane. So you blab your secret to your best friend or your mother or your lover... and it sets you free.
TONY: It does?
ABBY: Yeah. Of course, you lose all your friends and your family, maybe even your job, depending on what the secret is, but yeah.
TONY: Great.
(SFX: BEEP TONES)
ABBY: Masoud Tariq has another name. Wasim Al Fulani. Ooh, this is bad. He was in the Republican Guard.
TONY: Yeah, it's a long way from Baghdad to Edenvale. (SIGHS) I hate giving Gibbs bad news.
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INT. GARAGE - DAY
GIBBS: (INTO PHONE) Yeah, got it.
TONY: (V.O./FILTERED) He dropped off the planet like two years ago, Boss.
GIBBS: (INTO PHONE) Ziva just sent over photos of two men with Tariq, both Middle Eastern. Same deal.
(SFX: CLOSES CELL PHONE)
GIBBS: Masoud Tariq is an alias. His real name is Wasim Al Fulani, forMER Captain of the Republican Guard. Disappeared off the radar two years ago.
ZIVA: Hmm. We know where he's been for the past six months. Just need to figure out where he is now.
GIBBS: Yeah. And whether he packed a bag.
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EXT. MOTEL - DAY
RUBY: (INTO PHONE) Okay, thanks for the bad news. Yeah, 'bye. (TO MCGEE) They found expl*sive residue in Tariq's garage.
MCGEE: Well, that's not good.
RUBY: Yeah. I dusted for prints in that garage.
MCGEE: Well, sometimes we miss things.
RUBY: Like that second shell casing we still can't find, and probably never will? This is my first.
MCGEE: First?
RUBY: m*rder. I've only ever done break-ins and stolen cars. We get a lot of stolen cars in Edenvale.
MCGEE: I bet.
RUBY: I was so excited. My first m*rder. I mean, it's sad and everything, but...
MCGEE: It's okay to be excited. Helps us do our job.
RUBY: Well, it sure didn't help me, did it?
MCGEE: Look, you might have missed something, okay? But next time you might see something that someone else doesn't. And they might see something that you don't. You can't do it all. You can't be right every time, Ruby.
RUBY: I'd settle for just once.
(DOOR CLOSES)
(SFX: VAN ENGINE STARTS)
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EXT. PARKING LOT - NIGHT
(SFX: TONY CHUCKLES)
JEANNE: I never thought I'd see a grown man so happy to break a hundred.
TONY: This coming from the girl who rolled an eighty-six.
JEANNE: Eighty-nine.
TONY: Whatever. Competitive. I like it. I have a question to ask you.
JEANNE: Yeah?
TONY: What are the chances of my sneaking you away for a little dinner?
JEANNE: Two of the interns called in sick. So...
TONY: Ooh. That's not good. Well, you look cold and we can't have you getting sick.
JEANNE: Hmm.
TONY: It's a little chilly. And it's a good thing that I am prepared.
(SFX: TONY SETS UP THE CHAIR)
TONY: Signorina.
JEANNE: What are you doing?
(MUSIC OVER ACTION)
TONY: It's easier than it looks.
JEANNE: Yeah, okay.
TONY: This is not a sundial.
(SFX: TONY SINGS)
TONY: Here we go.
JEANNE: What is all this?
TONY: Oh, this, Miss Benoit, is a penne a la DiNardo.
JEANNE: I don't know what to say.
TONY: Well, you could either say grazie, you're a god among men, a prince among thieves.
JEANNE: This is like a scene from an old movie. Wait a second. Is this a scene from an old movie?
TONY: Ah, well that really depends.
JEANNE: On?
TONY: Have you ever seen a movie called "Strangers in the Night" with Cary Grant?
JEANNE: I don't think so.
TONY: Then, no. This is a completely original idea that I came up with all by myself.
(JEANNE LAUGHS)
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INT. BALLISTICS LAB - DAY
(MUSIC B.G.)
(SFX: g*nf*re)
(MUSIC OVER ACTION/ABBY TESTS BALLISTICS)
ABBY: That's not even close, Abigail.
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EXT. MOTEL - DAY
ZIVA: Shalom!
GIBBS: 'Morning.
ZIVA: Did you brew that in your room?
GIBBS: Yep.
ZIVA: You know, it's not even real coffee.
GIBBS: It's coffee.
ZIVA: I read the label. Roasted chicory, whatever that is.
GIBBS: It's a flower. It's got a taproot like a dandelion. Dried and roasted makes for a cheap coffee substitute.
ZIVA: Well, that's what you're drinking. Cheap motel coffee substitute.
GIBBS: That smell like a cheap coffee substitute?
ZIVA: Well, you brew it in your room.
GIBBS: Well, yes, I did. With my own grind, that I brought from home.
ZIVA: You bring your own coffee grind on investigations?
GIBBS: Only on overnighters.
(SFX: CAR DOORS OPEN/ CLOSE)
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INT. CAR - DAY
ZIVA: Did you hear from Tony last night?
GIBBS: No.
ZIVA: How about this morning? (b*at) The only reason I'm asking is because I called him last night to update him, and he didn't pick up the phone. He didn't answer this morning either.
GIBBS: Ah. You two got married and didn't tell me.
ZIVA: No! I know this may sound a bit strange, coming from me, but...
GIBBS: More than a bit, Ziva.
ZIVA: He's my partner, and I--
GIBBS: Yeah, okay. So?
ZIVA: So you sent him back for other reasons, than to question Lieutenant Shaheen's commanding officer.
GIBBS: Did I miss the announcement?
ZIVA: No, I was not named Director of NCIS.
GIBBS: I was thinking more like Secretary of the Navy, because the Director of NCIS would know damn well not to ask me such a stupid question!
ZIVA: Look, Tony's been very secretive lately, and for a man who can't keep what he had for breakfast a secret, I think it's scary.
GIBBS: What's scary is your persistence.
ZIVA: Sorry!
(SFX: CAR ENGINE STARTS)
ZIVA: So the only reason you sent him back was what you said--
(SFX: CAR ACCELERATES/ CAR TIRES SCREECH)
ZIVA: Ow!
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INT. AUTOPSY ROOM - DAY
(SFX: DOORS SLIDE OPEN/ CLOSED)
ABBY: Can I talk b*ll*ts?
DUCKY: No, you can't. But you can listen to me talk b*ll*ts. Now, the first b*llet, b*llet A.... yeah, that's it. It penetrated the body here, just below the rib cage. All soft tissue, no bone. And once it punched through the skin, it stopped. No kinetic energy. Unlike b*llet B, here... that's the little devil, which according to this, punched right through the sternum, gouged its way through the heart muscle, took a chip out of the eighth thoracic vertebrae, and finally sputtered to a stop in Lieutenant Shaheen's right latissimus dorsi. In other words, it did exactly what it was designed to do in all its brutal efficiency. Which begs the question, Abby...
ABBY: How were they fired from the same w*apon?
DUCKY: Yeah. One high velocity, one low velocity. I was thinking, could it be a ricochet?
ABBY: No. There were no layer deposits on the slug, so it didn't hit anything.
DUCKY: Ah.
ABBY: And their weight and lead composition's the same, but it's almost as if...
DUCKY: It was fired from another w*apon. And if it was a revolver, that would explain finding only one casing.
ABBY: Two weapons means two sh**t, Duck. I don't think Gibbs is going to appreciate me doubling his work load.
MUSICAL BRIDGE TO:
EXT. MOTEL - DAY
(SFX: CAR BRAKES TO A STOP)
(SFX: CAR DOORS OPEN/CLOSE)
BARRETT: 'Mornin'. So are you going to call him, or will I? The F.B.I. I'm beginning to think Daryl Hardy was right after all.
GIBBS: Still NCIS jurisdiction.
BARRETT: Mm-hmm. Until he sets off a b*mb in the local mall. That'd be a good time for it to be under someone else's jurisdiction, wouldn't you say?
(SFX: CAR BRAKES TO A STOP)
BARRETT: That's him! That's Tariq! (SHOUTS) Stop right there!
(SFX: CAR TIRES SPIN)
(SFX: g*nf*re)
GIBBS: (SHOUTS) Cease fire! Hey! Cease fire! Put it down!
ZIVA: (SHOUTS/OVERLAP) Hey!
(MUSIC OVER ACTION/ALL RUN TO THE TRUCK)
(MASOUD GASPS)
(MUSIC UP AND OUT)
FADE IN:
INT. HOSPITAL WAITING ROOM - DAY
(MCGEE WALKS THROUGH THE WAITING ROOM)
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INT. ER CUBICLE - DAY
(SFX: VOICE OVER LOUDSPEAKER B.G.)
MCGEE: Hey. It's a circus out there. Every deputy in the county is either in the ER, the building, or the parking lot.
ZIVA: Everyone loves a sh**ting. Except the sh**t. Is that a word?
MCGEE: Sounds like a word. Do you want a spell?
ZIVA: (SPELLS) S-h-o-o-t-e-e.
MCGEE: No, no. Spell as in rest.
ZIVA: Oh, no, thank you.
GIBBS: Hey. They're going to hold him here for a couple hours. Then we're moving him back to D.C. Check his clothes, and the pick-up for expl*sive residue.
MCGEE: I can get Ruby to help. (b*at) Or not.
(GIBBS CLOSES THE CURTAIN)
MASOUD: Did you sh**t me?
GIBBS: No.
MASOUD: Did she?
ZIVA: No!
MASOUD: Sheriff Barrett?
GIBBS: Possibly.
MASOUD: His brother?
ZIVA: Probably.
GIBBS: Why'd you run?
MASOUD: In Baghdad, when you see men with g*ns, you go the other way. It's what you do. You all seemed very eager to sh**t me.
GIBBS: You were armed.
MASOUD: You couldn't see it. And it was unloaded.
ZIVA: Where have you been for the past four days?
MASOUD: Deer hunting.
GIBBS: Rana Shaheen was sh*t dead over the weekend.
ZIVA: Right after she came to see you in your house.
MASOUD: Of course. That means that I must be a m*rder*r. At least in this town. I'm curious, what else are they accusing me of?
GIBBS: We found traces of expl*sives in your garage.
MASOUD: So now I'm the monster that scares them at night. Al Qaeda come to k*ll them. Do you believe this?
GIBBS: I don't know what to believe, Wasim Al Fulani.
MUSICAL BRIDGE TO:
INT. LAB - DAY
(SFX: PHONE RINGS)
ABBY: (INTO PHONE) Lab!(BEGIN TELEPHONE INTERCUTS)
(SCENE CUT)
GIBBS: (INTO PHONE) Give me some good news, Abby.
(SCENE CUT)
ABBY: (INTO PHONE) I'm not pregnant.
(SCENE CUT)
GIBBS: (INTO PHONE) Too much information.
(SCENE CUT)
ABBY: (INTO PHONE) Kidding. I mean, not that there's anything wrong with being pregnant. I love kids.
(SCENE CUT)
ABBY: (V.O./FILTERED) It doesn't mean I'm trying, you know. And even if I...
(SCENE CUT)
ABBY: (INTO PHONE) ... trying, that doesn't mean that I know anybody I would want to try with. Am I being trying, Gibbs?
(SCENE CUT)
GIBBS: (INTO PHONE) Affirmative.
ABBY: (V.O./FILTERED) My guess is that you want to know about the two guys in the photos.
GIBBS: (INTO PHONE) Well, that's a good guess, Abby.
(SCENE CUT)
ABBY: (INTO PHONE) Well, don't hold your breath. They are three quarter profiles, no full face. Not really good for a match off. I think we're out of luck.
(SCENE CUT)
GIBBS: (INTO PHONE) Evidence turning up anything?
(SCENE CUT)
ABBY: (INTO PHONE) Um... I'm beginning to think that she was sh*t with two different weapons. They're both nine mils, but I can't match the slugs. And Ducky said they hit the body at two different velocities. Like really different. Like the difference between a Howitzer and a BB g*n. Maybe not that different, but Ducky's really puzzled about it, too.
(SCENE CUT)
GIBBS: (INTO PHONE) Are you telling me there are two different sh**t?
ABBY: (V.O./FILTERED) Maybe.
(SCENE CUT)
ABBY: (INTO PHONE) Or maybe not. You know, I haven't figured it out yet.
(SCENE CUT)
GIBBS: (INTO PHONE) When you do, Abs...
(SCENE CUT)
ABBY: (INTO PHONE) You will be the first to know. Actually, technically you'll be the second know, because I'm doing the testing. But you will be the second to know. Gibbs?
(SFX: DIAL TONE B.G.)
RAINES: (ON MONITOR) We don't normally open these files to just anyone.
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INT. MTAC - DAY
TONY: Well, I guess NCIS isn't just anyone.
RAINES: (ON MONITOR) Lieutenant Shaheen had a certain amount of autonomy, Agent DiNozzo.
TONY: Sounds like a Marine covering his butt.
RAINES: (ON MONITOR) Marine officers don't cover their butts. I've uploaded the files on the work we did in Iraq. Code name was Operation Cauldron.
TONY: Classification?
RAINES: (ON MONITOR) Top secret, strictly a need-to-know basis. Lieutenant Shaheen was one of the best I had. You find who did this.
TONY: Working on it.
MUSICAL BRIDGE TO:
INT. RUBY'S LAB - DAY
MCGEE: Do you have any more indicator spray?
RUBY: I hope this doesn't count as helping you. I'd hate to get you in trouble.
MCGEE: Thanks.
RUBY: I'll bet he didn't even read my evidence report. Did you read my evidence report?
MCGEE: Sorry. Not yet.
RUBY: Not ever.
MCGEE: I promise I will read your evidence report.
RUBY: Oh, what? And grade me?
MCGEE: Look, I'm sorry that you're not allowed to help me. It's just...
RUBY: He doesn't trust me.
MCGEE: Well, see, he would if he got to know you. It's just um... he's hard to get to know.
RUBY: Make sure you do inside his trouser pockets. People put their hands in their pockets to get their keys, and the expl*sive residue rubs off.
MCGEE: I'm going to read your evidence report. I promise.
(RUBY WALKS O.S.)
MUSICAL BRIDGE TO:
INT. CONFERENCE ROOM - DAY
(PHONE RINGS)
GIBBS: (INTO PHONE) Yeah, Gibbs.(BEGIN TELEPHONE INTERCUTS)
TONY: (V.O./FILTERED) Hey, Boss.
(SCENE CUT)
TONY: (INTO PHONE) Lieutenant Shaheen worked on Operation Cauldron in Iraq. In return for high quality intel about t*rror1st bombers, Uncle Sam relocated informants to the U.S. Kind of a...
(SCENE CUT)
TONY: (V.O./FILTERED) ... witness relocation deal for born-again bad guys.
(SCENE CUT)
TONY: (INTO PHONE) Anyway, Wasim Al Fulani was one of them. Relocated here six months ago. New name, passport - whole nine yards.
(SCENE CUT)
GIBBS: (INTO PHONE) Lieutenant Shaheen was his case officer.
TONY: (V.O./FILTERED) Yeah.
(SCENE CUT)
TONY: (INTO PHONE) And there's something else. Two other guys relocated at the same time. But their computer files have been...
(SCENE CUT)
TONY: (V.O./FILTERED) ...deleted.
GIBBS: (INTO PHONE) Hard copies?
(SCENE CUT)
TONY: (INTO PHONE) Both unaccounted for. The last person to sign them out was Lieutenant Shaheen, and you'll never guess when?
(SCENE CUT)
GIBBS: (INTO PHONE) The day she went to Edenvale.
(SCENE CUT)
TONY: (INTO PHONE) You guessed.(END TELEPHONE INTERCUTS)
CUT TO:
INT. ER ROOM - DAY
MASOUD: You're a Jew.
ZIVA: Yes.
MASOUD: Israeli? (b*at) Mossad then.
ZIVA: I'm working with NCIS.
MASOUD: So yes. So now I am as suspicious of you, as you are of me. Is it always going to be this way?
ZIVA: At least in our lifetime.
(SFX: CURTAIN OPENS)
TYLER: Mmm. Cozy.
ZIVA: Can I help you?
TYLER: You know, a couple more inches to your right and our martyr here could have been living it up with all those vestal virgins. You know, it truly is a screwed up religion where you have to blow yourself up just to get lucky.
(SFX: ZIVA GRABS TYLER)
(SFX: TYLER GASPS)
ZIVA: When you insult his religion, you insult mine and your own. Tell him you're sorry.
TYLER: I'm sorry. (GASPS) Ah!
ZIVA: I don't think he heard you.
TYLER: I'm sorry.
MASOUD: Apology accepted.
(SFX: TYLER GASPS)
GIBBS: Is there a problem?
ZIVA: I was telling the Deputy here where the bathroom was.
(TYLER WALKS O.S.)
GIBBS: I know about Operation Cauldron.
MASOUD: Good. Then you know that I'm not in your country illegally.
GIBBS: Lieutenant Shaheen was your case officer.
MASOUD: Yes. She was the only American I ever met whom I trusted.
ZIVA: So you kept in touch with her?
MASOUD: No. It is forbidden. I gave them information, they gave me a new life.
GIBBS: She came to visit you.
MASOUD: I did not invite her.
ZIVA: Why did she come? An unmarried woman visiting a Muslim man's home?
MASOUD: No, it was not for that.
ZIVA: So you were disappointed, and that's why you followed her back to the motel.
MASOUD: No.
GIBBS: Maybe she saw something in your garage you didn't want her to see.
MASOUD: A b*mb perhaps, Agent Gibbs?
GIBBS: expl*sives. Somebody put them there.
MASOUD: Not me. Why don't you go talk to Mister Hardy, my good neighbor? Maybe he put them there or saw who did. My wife and daughter were k*lled buying fruit in a Baghdad market, Agent Gibbs. I've seen enough bombs. That's why I did what I did. That's why I left.
(SFX: CURTAIN OPENS)
MCGEE: Boss, you got a minute?
(SFX: CURTAIN CLOSES)
MCGEE: I found something.
GIBBS: It doesn't look like an expl*sive residue, McGee.
MCGEE: Well, it's Ruby's. She uses a red fluorescent powder to dust for prints.
GIBBS: So?
MCGEE: So we don't. The only way this could have gotten on the back of the cell phone is if it was planted after she dusted for prints. Someone set him up, Boss.
CUT TO:
INT. SQUAD ROOM - DAY
BARRETT: I don't like what you're getting at, Agent Gibbs.
GIBBS: Do you have a better explanation?
BARRETT: People like living here. They go to church on Sundays and they obey the law. Mostly. And they believe every person, even a stranger, is guilty until proven innocent.
GIBBS: You mean innocent until proven guilty.
BARRETT: Yeah, well that's the way it used to be.
GIBBS: Before Masoud arrived?
BARRETT: Before everyone got so damn scared.
GIBBS: Well then you know why I asked the question.
BARRETT: Sit. Look, half the town would have planted those expl*sives just to get rid of Masoud.
GIBBS: Half the town didn't have a key to his house.
BARRETT: The house was leased.
GIBBS: The owner?
BARRETT: Martha Hollingway. Eighty-four years old. Unlikely.
GIBBS: Who else had access to it?
BARRETT: Oh, my Lord.
MUSICAL BRIDGE TO:
INT. INTERROGATION ROOM
TYLER: You think I k*lled her?
GIBBS: Did you?
TYLER: I was the radio officer the night she was m*rder*d. I didn't leave the comms room the whole night. Tell them, Tom.
BARRETT: It's true.
TYLER: You big-time Washington D.C. guys, you blow in here so smart. Think you got all the answers. You don't know squat about this town.
GIBBS: Educate us.
TYLER: Everyone knows he did it. Nobody's trusted this guy since the moment he got here. She was at his house! Maybe they were getting it on, they had a fight. Who knows? Or maybe... maybe she figured out what he was really up to.
GIBBS: Making bombs?
TYLER: Didn't surprise me. Our country is at w*r! Alert Level Orange in case you happened to not notice. We are told to keep an eye on people who are behaving suspiciously. I was doing my job. I told you we needed to keep a better eye on that Iraqi. You never listened to me.
GIBBS: Is that why you planted the expl*sives?
TYLER: I didn't plant any expl*sives.
GIBBS: McGee.
MCGEE: Deputy, please take off your trousers.
TYLER: You know what? Screw you, McGee.
BARRETT: Tyler...
GIBBS: If you prefer, I can get Officer David to take them off for you.
(PASSAGE OF TIME)
(MUSIC OVER ACTION/MCGEE SORTS THROUGH TYLER'S POCKETS/ PERFORMS TEST)
MCGEE: I guess that's not your favorite color.
TYLER: I was just getting him before he got us.
GIBBS: It's too bad you weren't getting Lieutenant Shaheen's k*ller.
(MUSIC UP AND OUT)
MUSIC IN:
INT. INTERROGATION ROOM
TYLER: Tom, this is outrageous! I've just been humiliated right here in front of everybody.
BARRETT: I understand. It's not about that. That's the least of your problems.
ZIVA: The doctors released Masoud. He's in the car.
GIBBS: Hey, McGee.
MCGEE: Ready to roll, Boss. (TO RUBY) Hey.
RUBY: Hi. Uh, you're leaving?
MCGEE: Yeah. Back to D.C. Thank you for your help.
RUBY: Yeah, some help I was.
MCGEE: No, no, no. You were. Honestly. We found some b*mb residue on the Deputy's pants. Same pocket where he keeps his keys. Um... I have your report. I will read it. I promise.
RUBY: 'Bye, McGee.
MCGEE: 'Bye.
MUSICAL BRIDGE TO:
INT. SQUAD ROOM - DAY
TONY: (INTO PHONE) Well, no one could ride, Blackie. He was a warm blood. Stood eighteen hands at the withers. I don't know what I measure at the withers. We can measure me tonight. What time do you get off?
(ELEVATOR DINGS/ DOORS OPEN/ CLOSE)
TONY: (INTO PHONE) Um... I've got to go. I'll see you then. Do you have a tape measure at your place? Good.
MCGEE: Hey.
GIBBS: Hey. You taking calls again?
TONY: I never stopped, Boss. Why? Did I miss your call?
GIBBS: No, not mine. What'd you find out about Masoud?
TONY: This guy was good, Boss. Gave the Marines some hard intel. IED factories, weapons cashes, and the names of more than fifty bad boys. He deserves a medal.
MCGEE: He got a U.S. passport instead.
GIBBS: What about the other two who relocated with him?
TONY: Yeah, low-level stuff, mostly. Nothing to get excited about. A couple of names. Weapons cache. But good ol' Uncle Sam gave them both passports anyway.
ZIVA: He's ready, Gibbs.
GIBBS: Dinozzo, run these plates.
TONY: Sure thing, Boss.
ZIVA: Why didn't you answer my calls?
TONY: Gibbs just asked me that. I think I had it on silent.
ZIVA: Your other phone is never on silent. Hmm.
TONY: Don't tell me, Probie. Let me guess. Research for the next book?
MCGEE: No, it's Ruby's evidence report.
TONY: Ah. Another work of fiction then.
MCGEE: If it is, she's a better writer than I am.
TONY: Probie, I have a pimple on my left buttock that is a better writer than you are.
RUBY: (V.O./FILTERED) Hello?
MCGEE: (INTO PHONE) Ruby, it's McGee. You need to get to Washington.
RUBY: (V.O./FILTERED) I do? When?
MCGEE: (INTO PHONE) Now.
MUSICAL BRIDGE TO:
INT. INTERROGATION ROOM
GIBBS: Why did Lieutenant Shaheen come to you?
MASOUD: She was investigating someone.
GIBBS: Who?
MASOUD: Two Iraqi men who relocated with me. I didn't meet them until I left Baghdad. They were on the same flight.
GIBBS: When did you last see them?
MASOUD: Lieutenant Shaheen asked me precisely the same question. Edenvale two weeks ago.
GIBBS: Is this them?
MASOUD: Yes. They were very nervous. They wanted to know what information I passed on to the Marines in Baghdad.
ZIVA: You told them?
MASOUD: No, I lied. I told them I gave them bad information. They believed me. They said they had passed on bad information, too.
GIBBS: Why did you lie?
MASOUD: Because I trust no one, Agent Gibbs.
ZIVA: Why was Lieutenant Shaheen investigating them?
MASOUD: She wouldn't tell me.
GIBBS: Names.
MASOUD: I don't know. Did these men k*ll Lieutenant Shaheen, Agent Gibbs?
CUT TO:
INT. SQUAD ROOM - DAY
TONY: (INTO PHONE) Yeah, I got it. Thanks. (TO GIBBS) Hey, Major Raines gave us their names, Boss. Asad Al Qutaji and Youssef Zidan. They're sharing a house in Washington. No record of employment since they arrived.
ZIVA: Abby thinks there could have been two sh**t.
GIBBS: Get Major Raines in here.
TONY: Already on his way.
(PHONE RINGS)
MCGEE: (INTO PHONE) McGee.
ABBY: (V.O./FILTERED) Get down here...... b*ll*ts.
MCGEE: (INTO PHONE) Thanks. (TO GIBBS) Boss, I think there's something you need to see.
(SFX: ELEVATOR DINGS)
CUT TO:
INT. HALLWAY - DAY
MCGEE: It was in her report, only no one read it.(SFX: ELEVATOR DOORS OPEN)
GIBBS: What report?
MCGEE: Ruby's report. She just got here. Hey Ruby.
RUBY: Hi, Agent Gibbs.
MCGEE: Ah, bear with us here for a second.
ABBY: You're going to love this, Gibbs.
MCGEE: Ready?
RUBY: Okay. So the sh*t casing I collected from the crime scene had quite a lot of undischarged powder in it. It was all kind of clogged inside. So I did a test. This is the same amount of powder found in a normal nine-millimeter shell.
(SFX: MUFFLED expl*si*n)
RUBY: And this is similar to the powder I found in our shell casing. A bit like my last boyfriend. The powder was degraded by some type of oil. The first round didn't even leave the barrel, so he fired again. The second round hit the first, and they both left the barrel in tandem.
ABBY: Which is why the first round was at low velocity, and the second round was all mashed up and unrecognizable. I'm surprised the barrel didn't rupture.
RUBY: Maybe it did.
MCGEE: Not two weapons, boss, just one.
RUBY: One w*apon. One sh**t.
GIBBS: That's good work. (V.O.) Tell Dinozzo I'll need another search warrant.
CUT TO:
INT. CONFERENCE ROOM - DAY
RAINES: Agent Gibbs.
GIBBS: Oh, thanks for coming, Major. Have a seat.
RAINES: I came down to give you what I could. Their files are missing.
GIBBS: Oh, I know where they are.
RAINES: You do?
GIBBS: Lieutenant Shaheen's briefcase.
RAINES: You found it?
GIBBS: Not yet.
RAINES: Bad luck.
GIBBS: Not for you.
RAINES: I'm sorry?
TONY: Operation Cauldron relocated three Iraqi men from Baghdad to the United States after they supplied intelligence on the insurgency in Baghdad.
RAINES: That's right.
ZIVA: Masoud Tariq gave you first class intelligence. In comparison, the other ones gave you far less, Major Raines. But they still came to America.
RAINES: Lieutenant Shaheen...
GIBBS: Wasn't investigating them. She was investigating you. How much did they pay you for the new life in America?
RAINES: I don't know what you're talking about, Agent Gibbs.
ZIVA: For an intelligence officer, you're not very intelligent.
GIBBS: What's your license plate number?
RAINES: I drive a Pentagon car.
ZIVA: Kilo-echo-four-seven-one-three-nine.
TONY: You signed it out last Friday.
GIBBS: Masoud had suspicious neighbors looking for t*rrorists. He found you.
ZIVA: You followed Lieutenant Shaheen, parked the car down the street and waited while she met Masoud. Not very smart.
GIBBS: Neither was k*lling her.
RAINES: All right, so I followed her because it was me investigating her. She's the one who got paid off. I didn't say anything because I didn't want her name ruined after she was dead.
GIBBS: Take off your gloves.
RAINES: What?
ZIVA: Gloves, off!
(MUSIC OVER ACTION/RAINES TAKES OFF THE GLOVE)
RAINES: I had a minor accident over the weekend.
GIBBS: The barrel on your w*apon exploded.
ZIVA: Guess you tossed it in the river.
GIBBS: You should have tossed your a*mo, too. (b*at) McGee.
MCGEE: Found them in Major Raines' garage, Boss. Served the warrant to his wife.
TONY: I hate it when that happens.
ZIVA: What's that? Sump oil?
MCGEE: Oh, I'm sure we'll be able to tell you exactly after we match it to the casing found at the m*rder scene.
GIBBS: How much. (SHOUTS) Hey!! How much?
RAINES: Half a million. Lieutenant Shaheen always suspected.
ZIVA: It could have been anyone. Criminals, insurgents, Al Qaeda.
RAINES: You think I didn't check them out? They were just a couple of rich kids who wanted to get the hell out of there and come party in America. Just rich kids, that's all.
ZIVA: Pity Lieutenant Shaheen had to pay the price.
CUT TO:
INT. CAR - DAY
(SFX: CAR BRAKES TO A STOP)
ZIVA: Uh, Gibbs, about this morning.
GIBBS: Oh, come on. Are you starting this again?
ZIVA: It's my Mossad training. They drummed it into us. Push, push, push, push, push, push, push. Never give up until you get to the truth.
GIBBS: Or get your ass kicked.
ZIVA: Or get your ass kicked. I thought you sent Tony back because of his um... illness.
GIBBS: His illness?
ZIVA: He has two cell phones. Makes furtive calls to hospital. Goes missing for hours. Always lies about where he's been. I mean, he doesn't even talk about women anymore. The only logical explanation is that he's receiving outpatient treatment for a serious medical problem.
GIBBS: That's not the only explanation. (LONG b*at) You know, for a couple of rich kids, Asad and Youssef aren't exactly living it up.
(SFX: CAR DOORS OPENS)
CUT TO:
EXT. SIDE OF HOUSE - DAY
ZIVA: You think they'll be deported?(MUSIC OVER ACTION/GIBBS AND ZIVA WALKS TO THE GATE)
GIBBS: Yeah, probably.(ZIVA AND GIBBS CHASE ASAD)
ASAD: (V.O.) Youssef! Youssef! (IN ARABIC) Quickly!
CUT TO:
INT. GARAGE - DAY
YOUSSEF: (IN ARABIC) What is it?
ASAD: (IN ARABIC) They're coming for us!
ZIVA: (IN ARABIC) Down on the floor! Now!
GIBBS: Turn around.
(YOUSSEF SHOUTS IN ARABIC)
(GIBBS PUNCHES YOUSSEF/ YOUSSEF FALLS TO THE GROUND)
(SFX: YOUSSEF MOANS B.G.)
ZIVA: Gibbs.
SWISH PAN TO:
INT. BEDROOM - NIGHT
JEANNE: (GIGGLING) How can I possibly believe all that?
TONY: It's all true.
JEANNE: The roses?
TONY: True.
JEANNE: Hmm. The runaway horse?
TONY: I still have the scars.
JEANNE: Where?
TONY: Okay. Right there.
JEANNE: Oh!
TONY: Yes.
JEANNE: Shall I kiss it and make it better?
TONY: You do whatever you think is best, Doctor. I'm not going to stop you. This is illegal in some Southern states.
(SFX: PAGER BEEPS)
JEANNE: Oh, pager! Oh!
TONY: Oh, just tell them you're performing a delicate emergency procedure and you'll call them back later.
JEANNE: I couldn't do that to them.
(SFX: DIAL TONE)
TONY: I could.
(TONY THROWS THE PAGER ACROSS THE ROOM)
JEANNE: You... did not just do that. (SFX: KSSING)
TONY: You like it, don't you?
JEANNE: Greedy.
(SFX: CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS)
(MUSIC OUT)
(ENDING CREDITS UP AND OUT)
(ENDING CREDITS AND OUT)