Stop! Stop!
Did your car run off the road?
I don't think so. I was buried.
- Buried? - Back there.
Ellie, call 911!
- No. - Easy.
Easy. I just want to get you in the car. It's warm.
What's your name?
I don't know!
You're in shock. You'll remember in time.
There isn't any time.
There's a bomb!
- A what? - A bomb on a ship! A Navy ship!
People are gonna die!
U.S. Farm Report.
America's longest-running agribusiness news programme.
- Gibbs. - Hey, boss. Rise and shine.
It's 0520.
It's all you get. I'm up.
Are you at the office?
Yeah, boiler blew in my apartment.
So, knocked out the power.
I won't have any heat or electricity for a month.
Fall asleep working on your boat again?
Why do you say that, DiNozzo?
Boss, I know the Farm Report when I hear it.
You only have one TV, and it's in your basement.
What do you got, DiNozzo?
Motorist picked up a Jane Doe in Rock Creek Park.
Claimed she dug herself out of a grave. No ID.
And guess what?
She can't remember her name.
Yeah, how'd you know that?
Well, she's alive and you're calling her "Jane Doe."
What was my first clue?
Yeah, guess you're right.
Well, it's also obvious that she has no ID,
so she was probably wearing her uniform.
She wasn't! So why did the cops call NCIS?
Tell me that.
She told them there's a bomb on a Navy ship.
Hospital?
Georgetown University.
Get Kate over there.
I'll call Ducky and meet you outside the office in 20.
Okay. Hey, listen. Since,
you know, you're always up all night working on your boat downstairs...
No, you cannot stay at my place. Remember the last time?
... big corn yields.
I talked with him about it the other day, asking for a little bit of advice.
He says, "Producers, you ought to be willing to change."
- It's not very deep. - Hastily-dug graves rarely are.
Do you know why graves are six feet deep, Gibbs?
I do.
Yeah, six feet is the minimum depth
at which the smell of a decomposing corpse
cannot attract wild animals.
Of course, there are exceptions. A polar bear can smell...
Duck, I said I knew.
- Sorry. - No tracks.
Whoever buried her
may have parked on the street, used the hiking trail.
Park rangers circle hourly at night, so,
he'd have had to move pretty fast if he parked on the road.
Well, that goes with the shallow-dug grave.
Our digger was in a hurry.
Okay, let's get to work.
I don't have a body.
Go find one, Duck.
- Here? - Sure.
How many times have we had multiple victims?
Quite right, Jethro.
- That's slick, boss. - What's that?
Getting Ducky off, so he wouldn't bug us with one of those stories about the...
We'd better get back to work.
Now, her amnesia can be rooted in a number of causes.
She suffered a blunt force trauma to the cranium.
There was some petechial haemorrhaging, which is...
Whoa! "Petechial"?
I'm sorry. Pinpoint haemorrhaging on her eyelids.
It's from a lack of oxygen.
She came close to suffocating in that grave?
Very close.
And, as if the physical traumas weren't enough,
one has to consider the, you know, emotional trauma of being buried alive.
That would shake me up.
It's one of our oldest fears, next to being eaten by a wild animal.
Hadn't considered that one.
Well, you know, perhaps not consciously, you know.
Jung postulated that
we genetically inherited our primordial fears
which can be triggered by smells or sounds.
I'll never forget my first trip to Africa. There was a moment...
Are you by any chance related to a Dr Mallard?
Mallard? No, I don't think so.
Just wondering.
When will she regain her memory?
Well, it could happen in a flash
or slowly over a period of days, weeks, even months.
Now, her memory of being buried may never return.
Where are they taking her?
For a CT scan and neurological consult.
No, you will not put her picture on TV.
I really think...
I want whoever did this to think she's still dead.
But, Gibbs, her eyes...
- No, Kate. No. - But listen...
- Our priority is finding the bomb. - Right, but we can't...
She's bonded.
- Kate and Jane Doe? - Oh, yeah.
She hasn't even questioned her yet.
"Her eyes, they just pleaded for help."
I love that look in a woman.
- I couldn't find a body. - Sorry.
How did you two do?
Found a couple of arrowheads.
Yeah, this one's an arrowhead, but this one's a shark's tooth,
and, oh, not more than a few thousand years old.
- That recent? - Oh, yes.
Any older and it would be black and fossilised.
- How did it get into Rock Creek Park? - Pre-Columbian Indians.
You know, they either found a dead shark on shore
or procured it from a Casimiroid tribe.
- Oh, we have to notify ARPA. - After we're done here.
Come on, Gibbs. It's a $250,000 fine for disturbing an archaeological site.
- Crime site first, Duck. - You know, I was just thinking.
Since the arrowhead and the shark's tooth were here
before Jane Doe was buried...
Never mind.
Yeah, wouldn't it be fascinating if our Jane Doe
was unknowingly interred atop a prehistoric burial?
It happened to me once before, you know.
In '68. Or was it '67? No matter.
I appreciate your letting me do this.
I'd like to know who I am, too.
I'll need your clothes.
My clothes?
If you handled explosives,
our forensic people will find particles in your clothing.
Of course.
Can I have your right hand, please?
- Think I've done this before. - Lf so, that's good news.
- You'll be on somebody's database. - FBI's terrorist list.
You have to stop thinking like that.
How am I to think?
I know there's a bomb on a Navy ship and I put it there.
- Do you remember placing it? - No. But I know it's there.
Well, knowing it's there doesn't mean you placed it, does it?
No, I suppose not.
What is it?
I remember being in a church.
Which church?
I don't know.
We found a 40-75 calibre bullet lodged in the Comanche's femur.
Now, since the 40-75 cavalry carbine was introduced in 1873,
we have an approximate date to work with.
Speaking of dates to work from, we've worked together for two years
and, you know, I have no idea where you live.
Well, I'd just as well we kept it that way, Tony.
Right.
Well, hello.
Another artefact?
Only if your pre-Columbians used keys.
So, I suppose you want me to find out what chastity belt this opens?
Do I look like DiNozzo?
Not funny, boss. Besides, I could open a chastity belt.
Have you ever seen one? Mine's awesome.
It's 18th century French.
You have a chastity belt?
So much more information than I need to know about Abby,
and not enough about this key.
The key opens a magnetised lock.
Instead of serrations, magnets repel magnetised pins.
- Hotel room? - Possibly.
But it could be any high-security lock.
There's no logos or serial numbers, but a magnetic code is like a fingerprint.
So, it'll lead me back
to whatever system made the code on the key.
Hospital called. The rape kit's negative. Anything on her prints or clothing?
Nothing on the fingerprints yet, but the gas chromatograph
should give me something on her clothes soon.
Hey, how was your interview?
It's sad, Gibbs.
But she's trying so hard. She desperately wants to help.
I'm glad, but did she remember anything?
She did. She thinks that she's been fingerprinted before.
Terrorist.
And she remembers praying in church.
She's not the terrorist type, Tony.
So you're thinking more Emma Thompson than Angelina Jolie?
Got a whoop.
What kind of whoop, Abby?
Abby?
Okay, this hit is Erythritol.
It's used in low-carb sweeteners.
And this spike is Trimethylene.
It's found in polyester fibres.
Dinitrate is a common angina medication.
And this is glycol, and glycol is antifreeze.
So, Jane Doe uses low-carb sweetener, wears polyester,
puts her own antifreeze in her car and has a heart condition?
Or she's mixing up a brew to go boom big time.
All these chemicals are used in high-grade explosives.
I don't know which is worse,
not knowing who you are, or knowing you're a terrorist.
The chemicals on your clothing do not make you a terrorist.
I told you they have other uses.
My heart's fine.
I hate polyester.
I don't like artificial sweetener.
- How do you know? - I just know.
Like, I know
I don't like strawberries, but I love blueberries.
I know what I like and what I don't like, Agent Todd.
I just don't know who I am, what I do, or where I live.
Okay. Let's say the residue was from the explosives.
It could have come from a legitimate occupation.
What, I'm an explosiver Hersteller?
Explosiver Hersteller.
That means "explosive maker" in German.
- How do I know that? - Maybe it's your job title.
No.
Okay, maybe it's a German firm here.
If you worked in Germany, you would know the language.
You realise what this can mean?
Yeah, it means that I could have put a bomb on a Navy ship.
Or you know who did and they tried to kill you.
You think?
I do.
Why do you believe in me?
Why do you like blueberries?
I can't release a woman who doesn't know her name, Agent Gibbs.
What did the neurological consult say?
She's in no medical danger, but she doesn't know who she is,
where she lives, her phone number, anything.
- I can't release her. - Yes, you can, Doctor.
- Tell them, Maureen. - My name's Maureen Ingalls.
I live at 620 Niagara Street in Alexandria.
I don't think I ever remember my phone number.
You remember who buried you?
She may always block that memory. Isn't that right, Doctor?
Yes. See, most traumatic amnesiacs
never recall the event which triggered the memory loss.
In fact, I had a case where there were three accident victims...
What if her attacker returns?
She'll be in protective custody, at my place.
So, you'll assume responsibility for signing her out?
Of course.
I still suggest she stays here another 24 hours,
but since she's recovered her memory, I...
Thank you, Doctor.
Oh, and Miss Ingalls has no clothes.
- So, could she borrow a set of greens? - No problem.
- Follow me, please. - I'll join you in a minute.
Okay, who's Maureen Ingalls?
How do you know she isn't?
- My cousin. - That was a quick fold.
Kate, do you realise the laws you're violating
by signing her out when you know she's lying?
Her memory is already coming back, Gibbs.
I mean, she remembered the German word
for "explosive fabricator."
- She speaks German? - No.
No, but I think she makes explosives for a German firm here.
Or a German terrorist cell with ties to Al-Qaeda.
Yeah, well, since Al-Qaeda's not listed in the yellow pages,
let's start tracking German munition makers first.
Whoa. What's with you and Jane Doe?
She'll be occupying my spare bedroom, so I don't have to say no to you.
Oh, did I ask, huh? Did I?
- Why are you doing this, Kate? - She's terrified, Gibbs.
I just think my place would be more conducive
to her recovering her memory than a hospital.
And we need to find that bomb.
Gotcha.
I love to hear that word out of your dark lips, Abby.
Hey, guys. What'd you find?
Kate willing to give her bedroom to Jane Doe, but not me.
- Shocking. - Yeah.
- Gotcha. - You were right, Gibbs.
I matched the magnetic code to a system made by Magsecure.
- It's a hotel key. - Got a list of the hotels?
Magsecure's faxing it over. It'll be here shortly.
Hey, what's that on the top?
A scratch.
That's more than a scratch.
You might actually be right.
- Wanna know what my vision is? - No.
20/10. Same as Ted Williams.
He could see the seams on a fastball coming at him.
How about knuckles?
Whoa.
How did someone etch letters that small?
Micro-laser.
It was developed to put serial numbers on diamonds.
The numbers are invisible to the naked eye.
Not mine.
So, the thieves think their heist is fenceable and then, wham!
They get 5 to 10.
Why use them on a room key?
Maybe somebody was playing with the hotel's new toy.
Like when photocopiers first came out
and people were copying everything from C-notes to their butts.
You sat your naked butt on a photocopier, didn't you, Abby?
Yup.
This is you with the President.
I used to be with the Secret Service on Air Force One.
Why'd you leave?
The work at NCIS is more interesting.
Than flying around the country with the President?
Well, it's not all it's cracked up to be.
You know, constantly on edge,
worried that some nut is gonna take a shot at him.
Or blow him up.
Try this sweater and pants. They should fit all right.
I've been trying to recall that ship.
I know it's not a carrier.
- Submarine? - No.
Well, there are no active battleships,
so it would have to be a cruiser or a destroyer.
- They look the same. - Not to the Navy.
You know, it's one of them. I'm sure of it.
Can't you just search them?
Well, these aren't two ships. They're two classes of ships.
There are 18 destroyers and seven cruisers in Norfolk alone.
I wish I could give you a name.
Maybe you can.
Looks like there's only three hotels in the D.C. Area
that use Magsecure keys.
And the phone number for The Jackson is 555...
5550100.
- Did you get contact lenses? - Nope.
Can I talk to your manager, please?
- Laser surgery? - No.
DiNozzo, put a sock in it.
Contact the rest of these hotels.
Special Agent Gibbs, NCIS.
Navy Criminal Investigative Service.
Never knew the Navy had so many ships.
Yeah, and these are just the cruisers and destroyers.
Some of the names sound familiar.
The cruisers are named after battles,
and the destroyers are named after naval heroes.
None of them ring a bell, so to speak.
It was worth a shot.
- What's wrong? - I just feel a little dizzy.
Maybe I should take you back to the hospital.
No! No.
I think I'm just weak from hunger.
I don't remember the last time I ate.
Well, we'd better get you some food, then.
I think I have a coat like this.
- You sure? - The texture
and these buttons.
Yeah. I'm positive.
It's a Michael B.
There's only a few stores that carry his line.
- Let's go! - All right, but first we eat.
Food can wait. Finding the bomb is more important.
You never know when you get to eat on my job.
None of the hotels micro-etch their keys.
Well, somebody etched "the apartment" on that key.
Maybe a permanent resident.
What hotels besides The Jackson take permanent residents?
Neither of them.
We'll need a search authorisation.
How'd you know The Jackson had permanent residents?
I just did.
Did you used to live there once, boss, or...
No.
- You know someone who lives there? - My ex-wife lives there.
So, you didn't read the phone number.
You knew it.
Anything familiar?
Sound of the traffic outside, smell of the clothing?
Anything?
It's been awhile, hasn't it?
- You remember me? - Oh, no.
Your coat, it's about three years old. Still looks great, though.
You know, you should check out his new line.
It's really fantastic.
- I prefer black, so... - Oh, of course.
Do you recognise him?
He reminds me of the man that attacked me.
Very expensive-looking, boss.
I hope she's not sticking you with the bill.
Has Mr Richter had a suite here for a while?
Over two years.
- Then you know him well? - Oh, not really.
If the residents don't call us with a problem,
we respect their privacy.
Here we are, suite 8700.
Oh, my.
Gibbs, she just remembered the man who attacked her.
Okay. She give you a name?
No. He's Caucasian, bald,
late 40s, and when he attacked her, he was wearing a...
Blue blazer, blue shirt, burgundy tie with a blue stripe?
- You found him? - Oh, yeah.
We found him.
Yeah, you're telling me the suits from Hoover didn't save the man?
Hell, no. It was NCI us.
Yeah, not according to the TV reports.
Yeah, well, when do they get it right?
Boss, this is Detective Andy Kochifis, homicide.
Cut me some slack on the Major Kerry investigation.
Yeah, maybe he'll do it again.
- What, I do it once and I'm a whore? - A courtesan, maybe.
Richter had a year's lease,
but it's not the home address on his driver's licence.
There's no clothes in the closet, no photos, just hotel amenities.
Check the booze.
Oh, yeah!
That's not hotel stock. Macallan 18, Belvedere,
Bombay Sapphire.
Could be a beltway bandit.
Leased this suite for company entertainment.
In his own name?
Tony said an amnesia case led you here.
Yeah, found the key to this place in Jane Doe's grave.
I thought she was alive.
Yeah, she woke up taking a dirt nap in Rock Creek Park and did a Dracula.
That's a new one.
Whoever buried her thinks she's dead.
- I'd like to keep it that way. - Okay.
But why do you want the lead on the investigation?
There may be a Navy terrorist attack in the mix.
We'd just like to keep it all in one ball of wax.
Yeah, look how well we did last time, huh?
- Yeah, not according to the... - To the TV.
Yeah, I know. Don't rub it in.
Yeah, all right, look, if our ME is cool, so am I.
Ducky, I should do this autopsy.
Now, now, Digger, I can cite you a dozen cases
where the local authority was usurped by an ongoing federal investigation.
Look at Lincoln's assassination.
And he was shot at the Ford theatre, only a few blocks from here.
Now, that is an autopsy I would...
- 79.1. - 72.3.
My God, Digger.
When did your department last update its field kits?
Your probe's so old, it could've been used on Typhoid Mary.
Were you as amazed by her story as I was, Digger?
A healthy woman making all those people sick
and not having a clue.
Can you imagine not having a clue, Digger?
You know, you're right.
Our equipment is outdated. We're backed up at the lab anyway.
He's all yours, Ducky.
NCIS will handle the autopsy.
Okay, Aldridge.
- What'd he die from, Duck? - A blunt object to the back of the head.
Yes, I believe we'll find blood and hair.
Well, blood on an object here.
One of the bookends, the obelisk, crystal ashtray.
I hope he didn't suffer the indignity of being whacked
by this tawdry bust of President Kennedy.
- Tony? - I'm on it.
Was he murdered before our Jane Doe was buried?
Liver temperature was close to room temperature.
So, he deceased at least 18 hours ago.
Didn't answer my question.
Jethro, I don't answer forensic questions
I don't know the answers to.
You know that. Why do you keep asking me?
Force of habit.
Bad news, Ducky. Looks like blood on the Kennedy bust.
Oh, you poor man.
What kind of person am I to be involved in this?
We don't know what the "this" is yet, or how you're involved.
You know, and bad things happen to good people all the time.
- I sound like a self-help book. - No!
You've been wonderful to me.
I deeply appreciate it, Kate.
I just wish I could remember more.
So, the name Walter Richter means nothing to you?
Nothing.
- Will I have to look at his body? - Maybe not.
We're running a background check
and we'll find out how he's connected to you,
if he's connected to you at all.
And here you are.
- I'm starving. How about you? - Famished.
Thank you.
Tell me what you're seeing.
A sad and lonely woman.
Guys, this is weird.
Ducky didn't like it either. Said it was tawdry.
Oh, no, no. The bust is cool. It's what I found that's weird.
There's a partial palm print on this bust of Kennedy.
And if you remember your history, there was a partial palm print
on the Mannlicher rifle used to assassinate Kennedy.
Don't tell me that you tried to match them?
No, there's not enough of a print there to match.
But I just thought it would be cool to try.
Are you saying that our palm print may be useless for identification?
Yes. But don't you think that's weird?
That the Kennedy bust and the Kennedy murder weapon
both have partial palm prints?
That's not what I think is weird, Ab.
What about the latents you found at the hotel room?
There were some unknowns and some matches.
The ones on the crystal tumbler and the Macallan belong to the victim.
But what's gonna make your day is the latent you lifted off the desk.
The one on the left side,
Kate took off of Jane Doe at the hospital.
On the right side is your print from the desk.
- Well, they match. - Fourteen Galton points.
Jane Doe was in that hotel suite.
Our victim died from a subdural haematoma
caused by a skull fracture.
I believe we'll find that this impression in the parietal lobe
will match that rather gaudy bust of President Kennedy.
Got a time of death yet?
Well, due to the fixed lividity, the degree of putrefaction,
the level of Escherichia coli
- in the stomach and digestive tract... - Ducky.
At least 44 hours ago.
Well, it's the best I can do with any certainty.
Our Jane Doe was found at 0350, Monday.
Less than two days ago.
It's safe to say our guest didn't put her in the ground.
None of this is getting us to a bomb on a ship, Duck.
But it is, boss. Background on Richter.
He was head of security for a German firm, BFF.
What is with the Germans and the alphabet thing?
BMW, BMG, BASF. And they're all B's.
I'm resisting the urge to say, "Cut the B.S."
BFF stands for Bombe Fernentdeckung Fabrik.
Tell me that "Bombe" means the same in German as it does in English.
BFF makes bomb detecting devices for the U.S. Navy.
Yeah.
- In a hotel? - The Jackson.
Suite 8700?
I was there Friday.
- To kill Richter? - No.
- How could you ask such a question? - It's my job.
I take it you don't have the murderer, Agent Gibbs.
What were you doing at The Jackson Friday?
We maintain a suite there.
Two of our senior engineers were over from Berlin.
We had drinks before dinner.
Why is the room leased in Richter's name?
Ours is a very competitive business.
We don't want our rivals knowing where our firm puts up people.
Maids have been bribed.
- Phones bugged. - People murdered.
- That's a first for us. - May not be the last.
Who's your explosiver Hersteller?
Suzzanne McNeil. Is she dead, too?
Do you have a photo of her?
Yes, in our personnel records.
What kind of work does she do for you?
She formulates explosives for our testing needs.
- Please tell me Suzzanne is not dead. - Suzzanne is not dead.
- Whoops. - Big whoops.
You look kind of surprised to find out she's alive, Brauer.
Yeah.
You tell me Walter has been murdered,
you say he may not be the only one, then you ask me about Suzzanne.
Of course, I assume that she's dead, too.
This is Suzzanne McNeil.
- Are you sure you're ready to do this? - I don't know.
But if it can help me regain my memory, I guess I have no choice, right?
Come on.
Dr Mallard, this is Jane Doe.
- Hello. - Doctor.
Ready?
There's six months of severance here. I advise you take it.
Now look for new worlds to conquer.
Anything?
Nothing.
- Poor man. - Yes.
Her name's Suzzanne McNeil.
She formulates explosives for BFF.
Well, if she put a bomb on a ship, it could be for a test.
I've e-mailed her personnel file to you.
She's got a top security clearance, so it'll be like telling her life story.
She didn't recognise Richter?
No. No. All she felt was sympathy for him.
Got all teary-eyed over a body she didn't know?
She's a nice lady, Gibbs.
Oh, yeah. So you keep telling me.
Does Brauer know that she lost her memory?
Maybe.
He knows she's alive and he's not in cuffs.
Probably thinks she's unconscious or too traumatised to remember.
Are you sure he buried her?
Oh, yeah.
Why did he want her dead?
I got a couple of ideas.
You wanna share?
I guess not.
Suzzanne.
I'll be with you in a moment.
No, you see, you told that to Gibbs a half-hour ago.
Look at the expression on his face. Not good.
Make this one a quickie.
- DiNozzo. - Sorry, boss.
This guy's Webster's definition of a micro-manager.
People need his permission to take a whiz.
I could have gotten coffee. What'd you pick up? Anything?
Well, give me a few minutes with this girl, and...
From the little English I heard,
the new Bombe snuffler isn't snuffling so good.
Brauer's worried it won't pass Navy acceptance trials Thursday.
Tests? On a Navy ship?
If I heard there were gonna be tests on a Navy ship,
you think we'd still be standing here, boss?
Sorry. Forgot your minds work concurrently.
- Where is this test taking place? - In some lab here.
I apologise for the delay, Agent Gibbs.
What would you like to see first?
The lab where you're conducting the Navy tests on Thursday.
Why do you want to go there?
Your chief of security is dead,
and NCIS is tasked with protecting Navy brass.
You think terrorists killed him?
These days, I look for terrorists behind most everything.
Of course, yeah. This way, please.
Suzzanne McNeil, this is your life.
- You read it? - Yes.
Is there anything I wouldn't wanna know?
The sad and lonely woman?
There's plenty of time for a husband and kids, Suzzanne.
The good ones are all married.
How well did you know Suzzanne McNeil?
Didn't she tell you?
I'd like your opinion on the relationship.
Well, I know Suzzanne quite well professionally.
- She's one of my key employees. - Kind of sexy, too.
Well, I think you find all women that way, Agent DiNozzo.
Come on, you gotta admit she's pretty sexy.
- I'm happily married. - Yeah?
You have micro-etching equipment here?
Yeah, Richter uses... Used it for security purposes.
Did you ever see, this old film, The Apartment, with Jack Lemmon?
- No, I don't believe so. - Richter did.
Probably, he loves old movies, but what does this have to do with...
I assume the photo in your office is your wife.
Lovely woman.
Older than Suzzanne, of course.
Are you implying that I had an affair with Miss McNeil?
- Did you? - No, Agent Gibbs, I did not.
A man in my position cannot afford to risk losing everything
in one of your ridiculous sexual harassment suits.
- There is a motive. - Sure is.
Yeah, I suppose someone in your profession would look at it that way,
but why would I murder Walter Richter,
who wasn't only a close associate, but my friend?
- I don't know. - I wouldn't.
You got a bomb sniffer?
We don't breed dogs.
It's a Fernschaltung Sprengstoff Spüren Einheitour.
It'll never take first in show at Westminster.
- Where is that ship? - In here, Agent Gibbs.
Is this where you use the explosives Suzzanne makes?
She makes exotic bombs to test our detecting devices.
You did put a bomb on a Navy ship,
only the ship was a mock-up.
You make bombs for tests.
Didn't I tell you it was gonna be something like this?
Yes, you did.
But this is like reading someone else's life.
Not mine. I mean, I don't remember any of it.
You've gotta give it time, Suzzanne.
How much time do I have, Kate?
I mean, someone tried to kill me.
Someone bashed in that poor man's head.
Maybe if I go there, where I work, this BFF,
it'll come back to me.
I think you've been through enough for one day.
No! Please, Kate!
If I can just sit at my desk
and meet other people, living people,
I just... I think I'll remember.
Please?
What's that?
It's chemical signatures we are detecting.
Nitrates, mercury, glycols, cyclotrimethylenes.
Object 4B contains a compound
of cyclonite and pentaerythrite tetranitrate.
Yeah.
Terrorist-grade semtex.
Our NCIS explosives sniffer would tag that.
Well, this test is just beginning.
There are more sophisticated explosives
that your equipment could not detect.
- What makes your sniffer better? - Our software.
Chemical signatures are compared
to a databank of all known explosive compounds.
When a critical composition is detected, it sets off an alarm.
So it's only as good as its software.
Which is very good. Very good.
Then why are you worried about the Navy trials?
- Is that what Suzzanne said? - She would be pleased to see us fail.
Why?
She would win, of course, and Suzzanne likes to win.
It's her job to create explosives we cannot detect.
So, she held a few surprises back because she likes to win.
In the beginning, she had some limited successes.
But Dr Rutger has rewritten the software to...
I had a hunting dog like that once.
- Hey. Well? - Reading her file didn't work.
She thought that being up in her office might help her remember.
- How'd she know where her office was? - It's called a directory, Tony.
- Are you speaking of Miss McNeil? - Yeah, we are.
Kate Todd, BFF CEO Stephen Brauer.
- Mr Brauer. - How are you?
What doesn't she remember?
Well, why don't you ask her yourself?
Suzzanne, stop!
Stop, Suzzanne! Stop, for God's sake!
- Anything? - No.
Suzzanne?
We know each other?
I'm Stephen. Stephen.
I'm sorry, Mr Stephen. I don't remember you.
Brauer. Stephen is my given name.
Sorry, Mr Brauer.
Well, that's both good news and bad news.
She can't tell you the formula to her explosives,
but, then again, she can't remember who buried her in Rock Creek Park.
- Were you buried? - Yes.
- And you don't remember anything? - Only that I like blueberries.
Come, Suzzanne.
Sit with me. Perhaps, if we talk...
Over here.
That son of a bitch is guilty as hell.
You didn't have the guts to leave her, but you buried me.
- You don't have amnesia. - Stephen, you better be careful.
You don't want those agents to see you scared.
You remember when I stayed with you that time,
- when it didn't really go so well? - Yeah, I remember, DiNozzo.
Well, listen, I was younger then. Immature, a little unfocused.
It was six months ago, Tony.
What happened in the office was an accident and you know that.
You were out of control.
- I'm not now. - No.
You're quite calm.
Suzzanne,
we can work this out.
I'll give you anything.
Anything.
A wedding ring?
I'll divorce Brigitte.
The hell you will.
You don't have the guts.
You couldn't even come to the apartment to dump me.
You sent Walter.
You murdered Walter?
She said, "Someone bashed the poor man's head in."
How did she know that Richter's head was bashed in?
I couldn't see his wound. Nobody told her how he died.
She remembered.
No one dumps me, Stephen.
My latest compound.
So volatile, all you have to do is drop it.
Then you'll die, too.
I've already been buried.
Suzzanne!
Don't!
Sorry, Kate.
- You got some more tape? - Right here.
We gotta do something, boss.
Have you ever made a mistake, Tony?
According to you or me?
You.
Yeah.
Could anyone make you feel better?
No.
My door's unlocked.
I know.