Jimmy. Jimmy.
Stop! I said no!
God!
I sat my sorry ass on a torn-up bus for three hours to hook up with you.
If you only came to hook up,
then you should've just stayed in Charlottesville.
Come on.
You know I love you.
- Come here. Come on. - Jimmy.
- Come on. Come on! - Stop! Stop it or I'll scream!
- Don't you lock the door? - Nope.
I got a call. Quantico. Marine got killed in an exercise.
How?
Night training jump. The guy's chute didn't open.
This a boat?
His reserve chute fail, too?
I don't know. I tried your cell.
Tried your hard line, too.
Don't ask.
You know, my dad gave me a power sander for my birthday.
I don't really power sand much. You're welcome to it.
Aside from that bare bulb there and the plug going to that idiot box,
you see a power cord around here anywhere?
You use hand tools, huh?
I use my hands. Did you call Ducky?
- Not yet. - Give me your cell.
- Coming, DiNozzo? - He's a weirdo.
Yeah. I got the... Light.
He impaled an SUV?
- Like he was laser-guided, sir. - Where are the other jumpers?
Over there, sir. They landed in the drop zone,
400 metres north of the road.
Just one stick?
Yes, sir. I guess the jumpmaster held the others back
when the victim's chute didn't open.
Did you secure the paraloft and the aircraft?
Yes, sir. I also have the Marines
who didn't make the jump under guard at the hangar.
Yeah, put them with the others. Let's keep 'em all separated.
- Yes, sir. - Oh, my God.
- These the witnesses? - Yes, sir.
My dad's gonna kill me!
He's on duty and he doesn't know that I took his SUV.
- So your dad's a Marine? - Yes, sir.
Master Sergeant Tom Schaefer, sir. He's a TI at Quantico.
- Your dad a Marine, too? - No way.
You cold, Sarah?
A little.
How you doing?
Thanks.
- There you go. - Thank you.
Special Agent Gibbs. Special Agent DiNozzo. NCIS.
- Wanna tell us what happened? - We were parked and...
We were hanging out and listening to Dashboard Confessional.
What?
- Emo. - Emo?
Emotional music. You got to get a radio, Gibbs.
Okay, so you were listening to music and...
- He smashed through the roof. - And wham, pow, blood everywhere.
I screamed and we ran out for help.
I met them about a click down the road on our way to the scene.
I felt bad for leaving him there.
- He was alive? - I heard him groan.
- It was a death rattle. - You ever hear a death rattle?
I was using that as a trope.
- A what? - A trope.
A figurative use of expression.
Yeah. Call her dad. Have him pick her up.
Does that mean I get to go?
Not until after Master Sergeant Schaefer gets here.
I'm sure he's gonna have a trope or two for you.
- Ducky's here. - And on a ladder. I'll get the monopod.
The last time I was up this high
I was hanging a piņata at my nephew's birthday party.
What have we got, Duck?
Abrasions.
The tree must have slowed him a bit.
Purple discolouration, neck's broken, I'd say.
It's hardly surprising given the rapid descent
followed by the equally rapid deceleration.
Witnesses over there said that he groaned after he decelerated.
It's possible. I won't know till I do the autopsy.
Looks like a number of his shroud lines failed.
Enough of those go, chute doesn't catch air,
it tootsie-rolls, let's you down like a Roman candle.
- Were they cut? - No, they look worn.
Still got his reserve chute on. Why didn't he pull it?
Hey. Look who I found. MP's weren't gonna let her pass.
I got my sig and badge but HQ didn't issue my photo ID.
- God! Is this for real? - Unfortunately, my dear, it is.
- Put 'em on. - Your first crime scene with us, Caitlin.
What about Air Force One?
It doesn't count. You were in the Secret Service.
Tony, take a team photo for posterity.
Forget posterity.
The sun's gonna be up soon.
Welcome to NCIS.
How did you know my size?
Put 'em on. You can't work a field in high heels.
Depends on the kind of work you're doing.
Your mind, DiNozzo, runs the gamut from "X" to "XXX."
- Yeah? - Photos, Tony.
Yeah. Ducky?
Why would Gibbs rip his hard line out
and dunk his cell phone in a jar of paint thinner?
- Oh, dear. - What?
I should have realised the time of year.
- It's his anniversary. - Which marriage?
The last one, of course.
Isn't it always?
Ducky, I'm not following.
Every year, ex-wife number 3 gets drunk on their anniversary
and calls him. Repeatedly.
Why doesn't he change his number?
I have no idea. In case you haven't noticed,
Gibbs is a man of more questions than answers.
Thanks, DiNozzo.
You could be the NCIS poster girl in that outfit.
You JAG or NCIS?
Do I look like a lawyer?
Word's all over the base by now. My men can't even call their family
and let them know that they're not the one who died.
- Was Sergeant Fuentes married? - He has a wife and son.
Notification detail should be there to talk to her by now.
Word will get out who was killed.
Sergeant Fuentes was under my command. I'd like to see her.
After we finish questioning you and your men.
- How long is that gonna take? - I don't know.
These men have another jump at 2100.
They're jumping again tonight?
We don't stop for casualties in war, miss. Neither do we in training.
Not true, Captain.
They don't jump off a lower bunk until we find out what happened.
I don't take orders from NCIS cops.
Special agents. And you'll follow this order.
Or what, Special Agent?
I don't take orders from your boss, either.
I'm not calling my boss. I'm calling yours.
Commandant May?
Special Agent Gibbs, NCIS.
I don't have a commandant of the Marine Corps on my speed dial.
The captain didn't know that.
All right, DiNozzo, shoot and sketch. Especially the static lines.
Kate and I will start the interrogation.
Jumping's got to be so cool.
You wanna play paratrooper? Pay $180.
Take your class like all those other weekend warriors.
Yeah, I have so many weekends free.
Sergeant Fuentes lead your stick?
Yes, sir. I was number two, Ramsey was three, Brinkman four.
First stick, you're up! Fuentes, look sharp!
Dafelmair, Ramsey, Brinkman. Keep it tight.
- Aye, aye, sir. - Stand by.
Go! Go! Go!
After my chute deployed, I looked around.
I saw Brinkman's chute open above me.
When I looked down, I only saw one canopy below.
I didn't know if it was, Paul or Thumper.
- Thumper? - That's what we called Fuentes, ma'am.
It sounds crazy now, but he was the squad's good luck guy, ma'am.
- He was a walking rabbit's foot. - Thumper.
Yes, ma'am. He always seemed to dodge the bullets.
- We could tell you a million stories. - Why don't you tell us just one?
Well, sir. He bought himself a new bike last week.
Car ran a red light, he went over it into a plate glass window.
Dinged his collarbone a little. Other than that, not a scratch.
Dinged it a little?
A day or two, he was fine, sir.
Who reached him first?
I did, sir. I saw him Roman candle short of the field.
As soon as I got out of my harness, I took off to find him.
You two?
I hung up in a tree. Dave gave me a hand.
Saw Paul yelling. We joined him.
I can't believe the way that Thumper died. It was like a bad movie.
Was he dead when you reached him, Corporal Dafelmair?
Yes, sir. He died on impact.
I'm sure. Well, at least I hope he did.
Why didn't he pull his reserve?
Jumping from 1,300 feet, your main fails,
you have three, maybe four seconds to react, ma'am.
Okay, each of you need to prepare a statement detailing what you saw.
Yes, sir.
No, no. Leave 'em. Your gear is ours now.
What'd you get out of that?
- He didn't have time to pop his reserve. - Why not?
Obviously, his reaction time was too slow.
Nuts.
Dinged collarbone.
Injured clavicle hurts like hell.
Takes more than a couple of days to heal.
Do you think Corporal Dafelmair was lying?
He was if he knew that Thumper was taking painkillers so he could jump.
That's stupid.
No, that's a Marine.
Our victim sustained a broken neck
crushed vertebrae, multiple leg fractures, a shattered pelvis...
What about his clavicle?
With all this massive skeletal damage, you're curious about his clavicle?
Humour me.
Well, how did you know?
There's a fine hairline fracture on the left clavicle.
- Which he... - Incurred recently, but not last night.
No, it's begun to mend.
You two are beginning to scare me.
Ducky, would that fracture pain him much?
Nothing too severe.
But, of course, the shock of a parachute opening
would have hurt like blazes.
How did you know?
The girl in the SUV said she heard him moan.
Was he alive after impact?
Briefly.
Not too close, Caitlin. I'll put it on the monitor.
Yeah, he most certainly would have died of massive trauma,
but the technical cause of death
was severing of the femoral artery.
Yes, our young Marine bled to death.
What happened to the "Sad End to a Drano Drinker"?
I did a new one.
Art can't stand still, Tony.
It was my favourite. So, what's the new one?
Self-inflicted gunshot wound to the abdomen.
Of course.
I'm gonna call it "Blast from the Future".
I figure with my shotgun-shattered backbone,
I've got, like, a Chagall feeling going on.
- In a Manson Family way. - Yeah.
- Abby, you have my tox screen results? - Yep, right over here.
The victim tested positive for Percocet and Vicodin.
- Double your pleasure. - Double your fun.
What kind of levels?
0.17. He was slow-juiced, like a koala bear.
My guess is that he popped it right before he dropped.
The Marines we questioned in his string probably knew.
- Why didn't they tell us? - Semper Fi.
You rat, you fry.
Sorry.
Was his reserve chute okay?
Yeah, it was perfect. All he had to do was pop it.
Well, he might have if his reflexes weren't slowed by opioids.
Opioids?
General term for opiates and synthetic analgesics.
- Go, Kate. - You sure you were a Baltimore cop?
Okay, he was too juiced to pop his reserve.
Maybe. Maybe not.
You pump adrenaline when you jump. Your main chute doesn't open,
it would really kick into high gear.
Gibbs, if he had the reflexes to use it, why didn't he?
I don't know.
What did you find from the shroud lines of his main chute?
Fibre disintegration. But not from textile fatigue.
It's fluorescing as some sort of cleansing agent
but that didn't cause this kind of damage.
Edges look melted.
I haven't tagged it yet, but it was definitely an acid
that shredded the lines holding 300 pounds of a jumping Marine.
How long to find the acid and check out the rest of those chutes?
- I'm flying solo, so at least a day. - Go faster if you had an assistant?
- Definitely. - Okay. You got the job.
I get to do forensics?
No, you get to schlep for Abby. She gets to do forensics.
Why didn't you tell us you were a rigger, Corporal?
Thought you knew, sir.
Did you?
What's next?
Sign the log and stick it in the chute pocket.
Same signature.
That was the log from Thumper's chute, wasn't it, sir?
Yeah. You packed it.
Sir, I didn't know he'd get one that I packed.
The chutes are handed out randomly, even when we jump.
- Riggers usually go on jumps? - On training runs, yes, sir.
How many riggers jumped last night?
Corporal Ramsey, Brinkman, and Thumper, of course.
- He was senior rigger. - Figure we knew that, too?
- Sir, we weren't trying to hide anything. - Like hell you weren't, Corporal.
You all knew Thumper was using painkillers for that dinged collarbone.
He died 'cause he was too juiced to pull his reserve.
Sir, there is no way for anyone to sabotage a chute
and count on it getting to a specific jumper.
- All those chutes packed here? - Yes, sir.
We prepped them at 0900.
Put 'em on the trucks for the jump at 1800.
They were here for nine hours, unattended?
- Under lock and key, sir. - Who's got the key?
Captain Faul and Thumper, as senior rigger, both have keys.
You had a criminal record before entering the Corps, Corporal.
- I made a few mistakes, sir. - Shoplifting.
- Drug possession? - That was a long time ago, sir.
- Three years. Not so long. - Look, sir, you have my file.
You know the judge gave me a choice, prison or the service.
The Corps gave me a second chance, sir.
And I would never do anything to hurt it or one of my brother Marines.
Never, sir.
Carl Sagan time.
Sulphuric acid. That would chew the shine off a trailer hitch.
How'd you get into this?
- Filled out an application. - I mean forensics.
When I was a kid, we lived near this lot
where they brought all the burned-out hulks from the gnarliest car wrecks.
I used to sneak in there at night and take pictures.
It wasn't about the gore. It was about figuring out how things happened.
You know, like action, reaction, and the science of the whole thing.
I got hooked. How about you?
Actually, I wanted to be a lawyer.
I did a year in law school. It felt like 10 years in prison.
With really boring inmates?
Admit it, you just like strapping on a gun.
- More than one. - Really?
You're packing more heat than meets the eye?
- Those your only tattoos? - You show me yours, I'll show you mine.
Go!
- You ever jump? - When I get an electric shock.
Explains the lack of power tools.
- You gonna do it? - What?
Spend a $180 to defy gravity?
- Yeah, I think I am. - Agent Gibbs.
This came for you, sir. I just missed you at the paraloft.
- Thank you, Lance Corporal. - Yes, sir.
- Who's it from? - Ducky.
"Jethro, the bean counters couldn't find you, so they gave this to me.
"I suggest you read the instructions on call-blocking."
That addressed to you?
It works.
Gibbs.
Yeah. I can be there in 20.
You know, some of these guys freeze on their first jump.
Have to be kicked in the ass to get 'em out.
- Not me. - No.
You fall in the category "I want a kick in the ass on the ground."
Go!
- Very Electric Kool-Aid, Abby. - I was thinking more Blue Man Group.
Sergeant Fuentes' chute wasn't the only one tampered with.
- How many? - Nine out of 16.
Log book signatures show different riggers packed the lot.
How many did Corporal Dafelmair pack?
Four. The rest were packed by Corporal Brinkman
and Sergeant Fuentes.
- Corporal Ramsey didn't pack any? - Nope.
When his signature didn't show up on a single chute
I called Captain Faul.
He put Corporal Ramsey on a two-week rigging suspension for sloppy work.
And guess who wrote him up for that sloppy work?
Senior rigger, Sergeant Fuentes.
We got motive.
We have more than that. Kate and I have a theory.
- Why didn't you take to me this fast? - You're like a piercing, Tony.
It takes a while for the throbbing to stop and the skin to grow back.
- That's more than I wanted to know. - What's the theory?
Okay, every time you lace up your Docs or cinch your laundry bag
you leave some skin cells behind.
It's the same with a parachute rigging.
I pulled skin samples from the deployment bags
of the chutes that were futzed with.
Did you get a DNA signature?
All nine knots had a number of different sets of skin samples
but there's only one set that's common to all nine.
The saboteur.
Our riggers of record packed the chutes.
Then someone came in and repacked them, leaving some skin behind.
Corporal Ramsey.
Well, depending on how much he knows about forensics
he's either very smart or very dumb.
There's got to be other chutes that Corporal Ramsey packed
in the paraloft inventory for comparison.
Negatory. I checked. They were all packed since he's been suspended.
There's an armed forces' DNA Registry.
All military personnel are on record, right?
Yeah.
Then we got our guy.
No. All we've got is a pile of dead skin.
The only thing you can use the DNA Registry for is to identify a body.
There has to be a way around that.
See? Now you're thinking like an NCIS agent.
We know that nine parachutes were rigged to fail.
The killer doctored them and repacked them.
Sergeant Fuentes died as a result of that.
That's premeditated murder.
I'm sold.
If I'm on the jury, you got my vote.
We found DNA evidence on the chute deployment bag knots.
Belonging to your suspect?
We believe so. To be certain, we have to access the Armed Forces Registry.
That's impossible.
The Registry was set up to identify remains only. He knows that.
I do?
He tried to use it when he went after Commander Rabb for murder.
He get him?
No, because he wasn't guilty.
You couldn't use the DNA Registry then.
What makes you think you can use it now?
You, Lieutenant.
You're a smart lawyer and you know the law.
I know why I'm here.
I hope so. I requested you.
Yeah, you requested me because you think you can work me
like you did last time, when I ratted out Commander Rabb.
You did not rat on anyone. You told the truth.
I gave my uniform an extra lint roll this morning, Agent Gibbs.
And you waltzing around in my blind spot,
not gonna intimidate me this time.
We're at 24 hours now, and soon it's gonna be 48.
You've done investigations, you know what that means.
I've done Jagman investigations.
Sure, at 48 hours your evidence begins to degrade, disappear.
Witnesses change their stories, suspects improve theirs. I know.
- So help us. - No!
You're not gonna get me to lawyer you past an iron-clad prohibition
that prevents tapping into DNA records
that were designed to identify bodies, not chase suspects.
This guy is guilty. He killed him.
Let him drop to his death from 1,300 feet.
- It doesn't matter. - For every legal firewall
there is a way around it.
I can't help you.
And can I please have my pen back?
Oh, yeah. Yeah, sure you can. You're gonna need it.
Because if I can't have my DNA
I'm gonna need some search authorisations signed.
You knew Lieutenant Roberts wasn't going to lawyer us
access to the military DNA database.
- Did I? - You did.
So why go through the exercise?
Kate, I come from a long line of horse traders.
First rule, you pick the best horse in the barn
and you work the deal until it bursts.
That way, when you go for the second-best nag,
you get her for a song.
- The search authorisation. - We didn't have probable cause,
but the lieutenant, he's a man who aims to please.
You never work the system when you can work the people.
Did any of those horse traders you come from get hung?
Yeah. A few.
Did you find out what Ramsey was written up for?
Yeah. Frayed lines, bent cones, cuts in the canopy.
I'll tell you, I hope this guy isn't going to medical school at night.
- Yeah, scuttlebutt is... - Scuttlebutt?
That's Marine for water-cooler gossip.
The scuttlebutt is that Ramsey took a swing at Thumper
for getting him suspended.
"Identity withheld."
Probably the reason you married her.
I mean, she probably hid her real personality, as most women do,
and, by that time, it was too late 'cause you'd already...
I'm gonna shut up now.
Now?
Did you really just say "as most women do"?
Meet me at the paraloft at 1400. I'll execute our search authorisations
to go through the riggers' lockers.
- That's 2:00 Secret Service time, Kate. - We used Zulu time, Tony.
- Zulu time. Yeah, that would be... - 1900.
I knew that.
Hey. Can I come up?
Do I need a password?
Maybe I'll just come up a little.
You really should have a password.
Why?
It's never gonna be finished.
My dad's dead.
Yeah. Yeah, I know.
Who are you?
I'm Jethro Gibbs.
NCIS.
I don't have time to answer questions. We're on our way to the funeral.
- I'm not here to ask questions. - Then why are you here?
- He says I need a password, mom. - What?
I told him a tree house should have a password.
Yeah, Larry was building that for him.
Doing a good job.
Larry was a good man.
A good husband and a good father.
Good Marine.
There are rumours that his death wasn't an accident.
Whatever happened, Mrs Fuentes,
I'll find who's responsible.
Billy, we have to go.
Look at you.
Dusty. Come here. Your hair's a mess.
Where's your combs?
Larry always told him to carry a comb.
Like JFK. Whoever he is.
He was a Navy guy. Like your dad was a Marine.
Navy guys and Marines, they always look their best.
Your dad would want you to look your best today for him.
I don't want the Marines at the funeral to see me cry.
Never be ashamed of tears, bud.
- Marines don't cry. - Yeah, they do.
At JFK's funeral, his son saluted the coffin.
You know how to salute?
Perfect.
You salute your dad today.
Nobody'll notice tears.
We have to go.
I believe you'll get whoever did this.
You have my word.
Got to keep your feet together, cushion the impact.
That's it?
You signed the release to notify next of kin, right?
Just don't say "break a leg".
All right.
- How was that? - Very ladylike.
DiNozzo, what are you doing?
I'm just doing a little research for Abby.
For Abby?
Well, maybe I'm serving two masters.
You're serving one now.
- How'd you get into NCIS? - I smiled.
I had the riggers' lockers sealed immediately after the incident, sir.
Keys.
Got something.
- Brass-stripper solvent. - Read the contents.
"Contains petroleum distillant, ammonia, and sulphuric acid.
"Harmful if swallowed." Or applied to shroud lines.
Ramsey's locker.
That stuff's not mine.
Sergeant Nutt, place the corporal in custody.
Tony, read 'em.
"You have the right to remain silent and make no statement at all.
"Any statement that you make
"can be used against you in a trial or court-martial..."
Scuttlebutt has it that you and Thumper mixed it up in the paraloft.
We exchanged words, sir.
And fists.
A punch or two was thrown. Nothing serious.
But I damn sure wasn't angry enough to kill him, sir.
Well, maybe you only meant to scare him.
But Thumper was on pain killers and didn't have time to pull his reserve.
I didn't touch his chute, sir. How could I?
I'm on suspension and the paraloft is under lock and key.
What'd you find?
Hardware store where our guy did one-stop shopping.
Clerk's pretty fuzzy. He does remember a Marine
in a real hurry to copy a key.
All you needed was a key
like this one.
I found this in Thumper's personal effects.
If that's the paraloft key, you won't find one like that on my key chain.
I've messed up some rigging, sir, but never intentionally.
A guy jumps with one of my chutes, he puts his life in my hands.
- I'd never breach that trust, sir. Never. - Now,
are you gonna tell me that was a plant, too?
It had to be. I'm not guilty, sir.
They're always so sincere when they say that.
What if I was to give you an offer to prove that?
Anything, sir.
You'd be willing to give us a sample of your DNA?
Someone put that box in my locker and that key on my keychain.
How do I know that you don't have my DNA
on something else they planted, too?
You don't.
DiNozzo, where'd you learn how to write? China?
I'd say Egypt. Looks more like hieroglyphics.
Hey! You were in a rush to read it.
My mistake.
Are those the interviews with the Marines that didn't jump?
It's not very interesting unless you want to hear...
Corporal Ramsey finally gave it up. His mouth was drier than mummy dust.
I had to swab it four times to get a decent DNA sample.
How long to test for a match on those skin cells?
Only if you want no runs, drips or errors in court, you got to give me 24.
Abby, clock's ticking.
You don't expect a guilty man to give up his DNA.
He's rolling the dice,
hoping for that one-in-a-million shot it won't match.
- Guilty people do that? - All the time.
Wait a minute, Kate has a point.
What if Ramsey was set up? What if he's innocent?
What if he's telling the truth?
We'll know in 24 hours, but wouldn't bet on it.
Yeah, well, you know what? I don't like sitting on my ass
waiting for a DNA match.
There are only two other possible suspects.
Corporal Dafelmair or Brinkman.
Nope, there's three. You're forgetting Captain Faul.
He's got a key to the paraloft.
Where do you think you're going, bubba? You got a report to finish.
Sergeant Fuentes was one of the finest NCO's in my command.
He was tough on his riggers, but fair. And I still find it difficult to believe
his reporting Corporal Ramsey drove him to murder.
Corporal Ramsey hasn't been proven guilty yet, Captain.
You're holding him. Scuttlebutt is he's confessed.
Never knew a Marine captain who believed scuttlebutt.
How'd you prepare the day of the exercise?
I spent the morning at a chalk talk with the Navy aviators piloting the C-130.
- I noticed you used a Navy bird. - Most of ours are deployed in Iraq.
- You eat lunch with them? - At the officers' mess.
But after lunch, we made a couple of dry runs,
had another chalk talk and then loaded up.
Why?
Do you have your paraloft key, Captain?
Corporal Ramsey must have lifted
Sergeant Fuentes' key long enough to make a duplicate.
Corporal Ramsey made a key to the paraloft?
It's the only way he could have slipped in to sabotage the chutes.
Thank you, Captain.
- Thank you. - Thank you.
Why didn't you just ask to see my key?
Agent Todd is new. Just teaching her how to interrogate.
The paraloft was secured between 0900 and 1800.
That's why you wanted to know what I was doing all day.
You suspected me.
If the captain were a suspect
we would have read him his rights, wouldn't we?
Very good, Agent Todd. Great.
Captain have an alibi?
He was nowhere near the paraloft when the chutes were sabotaged.
- Ramsey's the dirt bag. - Could still be Dafelmair or Brinkman.
Sergeant Fuentes supervised the riggers handing out chutes?
Yeah, he watches his riggers from the back of the truck.
Corporal Ramsey participated.
Well, he's on suspension from rigging, not passing out chutes or jumping.
He could have given Thumper a dirty chute.
What'd you say?
Ramsey could have given Thumper a sabotaged chute.
No, you said "dirty".
- What? - With Gibbs you never know.
Abby, I need to see Sergeant Fuentes' reserve chute.
You might wanna take a look at this first.
Now that I'm only running one DNA analysis,
I finally had time to do a particle pick on the shroud lines.
You're looking at infrared of Bolivia's best.
- Cocaine? - Our killer's using it?
No, the rock's too pure.
The residue on his skin is probably from cutting and weighing.
Why don't I think Thumper was killed for reporting Corporal Ramsey's rigging?
- Where's Thumper's reserve chute? - It's over here.
I already checked it, Gibbs. It's clean.
You know what, it's too clean.
It's too clean for someone who smashed through a tree and an SUV.
Where's the other jump gear we confiscated?
I stored it in the ballistics lab after I tested it.
What are you looking for?
Ramsey, Dafelmair's and Brinkman's gear. Here's one.
- What are you looking for? - A screwed pooch.
There it is. It's dirty.
This is the reserve that Thumper jumped with.
Unlucky 13.
Someone pulled a switch after he hit the SUV.
The cone's been soldered in place.
Doesn't matter if those painkillers slowed his judgement.
He couldn't use this chute.
Whose rucksack is this?
Call Captain Faul. Tell him jump ops can resume.
- We got our killer. - Do I tell him who?
No.
I don't want DNA evidence. I want this bastard to confess.
- How are we gonna do that? - Wear this when we jump.
Jump?
Hey, Cap.
Aren't you a little old to re-up?
I hear there's a war on.
Agent DiNozzo, can't tell if you're enlisting or just listing.
That's a good one.
We're going with you boys. NCIS training mission.
Now why don't I believe that?
Hell, why not?
Hate to pass up the opportunity
to toss a couple of NCIS agents out of a plane.
- Why are you jumping with us, sir? - I always wanted to jump.
Agent Gibbs came along to laugh.
Hard to believe Dave killed Thumper over a lousy two weeks' suspension, sir.
- Yeah. - Thumper rode him, sir,
but no more than the rest of us. It just doesn't make sense.
- Oh, no! - What? Chickening out?
13. It's my first jump, and my reserve is number 13.
Wouldn't have bothered Thumper, would it, guys?
- Either of you superstitious? - No, sir.
Great! Why don't you swap with Corporal Brinkman?
- What's your reserve chute number? - Four.
Four? No, four is unlucky in China.
- We're not in China. - I don't care.
- What's your number? - Eight.
Great! Eight's lucky in China.
Is there a problem?
No, sir.
Stand up!
Hook up.
Thumper ride you, Corporal Dafelmair?
- He rode everybody, sir. - About being a drug dealer?
That's his reserve chute you're wearing,
the one you switched on him when he landed.
Don't know what you're talking about, sir.
You were the first one down. First one to get to Thumper.
Ramsey was helping Brinkman out of a tree.
- What's he saying, Paul? - I don't know.
Only takes a couple of minutes to switch a bad chute for a good one.
Marine Corps gave you a second chance.
When Thumper found out you soiled the uniform by dealing drugs,
he wouldn't do it.
- I thought Corporal Ramsey was guilty? - He is, sir!
You thought wrong, Corporal.
Prove it.
What the hell are you doing? His main can't open!
He's got a reserve!
Captain, this is nuts. You going to put a stop to this, sir?
Thirty seconds to drop.
A confession and ratting out your drug supplier will get you a deal.
- How good a deal? - Read him his Article 31s.
- You have the right to remain silent. - He doesn't deserve a deal!
- Hey, back off! - Come on. Cool it, man!
Goodbye, DiNozzo.
Military authorities arrested a Marine and charged him with murder
in connection with Sergeant Larry Fuentes'
tragic parachute mishap three days ago.
- Corporal Paul Dafelmair based in... - We ever gonna make the 11:00 news?
Could have happened tonight if you'd broke your neck.
... and is reportedly cooperating
with authorities in an ongoing drug investigation.
Well, it's been a long one.
Details of the investigation are being kept under wraps.
You leaving soon?
All right. Good night.
Dafelmair's family would not comment...
Can I come up?
You got a password?
Yes, sir. Semper Fi.
That's a good password. Come on up.
All right.