Damn it. Now I know they're doing it on purpose.
Who?
The guys installing the new fire alarm system.
That's the third time this week
the damn thing's gone off an hour after they quit work.
Aren't you going to call the fire department?
It's a false alarm.
It's payback for them having to sign in and out.
You're not supposed to use the elevator in a fire.
There's no fire, George.
And I'm not walking up five floors for a false alarm.
- Can't you shut it off here? - Don't you think I would if I could?
They haven't connected that circuit yet. On purpose.
Special Agent Todd's desk.
- I'm sorry, she stepped away. - DiNozzo.
May I ask who's calling? One moment, Dwayne.
I do have voice mail.
- What fun is that? - Hi.
Yeah, me, too.
Yeah. I know where that is. Okay, great. I'm leaving now. Bye.
His name is Dwayne?
You really need to get a social life of your own.
- I have a social life. - What's tonight, Celebrity Mole?
- No, Best of Jackass. - Hold on!
What is it, boss?
Chris Pacci was murdered.
The agent that sits behind me?
- Hey, Pacci. - Tony.
- How's the shoulder? - It's getting there.
- You got a minute, Gibbs? - No, not really.
Pacci, what do you need?
You're busy. It's a cold case. What's one more day?
- Detective Hanley. - Special Agent Gibbs.
Thanks for the call.
When we ID'd him as NCIS, I assumed you'd want to take the lead.
- Appreciate that. Who found the body? - The janitor and the security guard.
They were alerted when a fire alarm went off
on the fifth floor.
- On our way up. - We held off on taking their statements.
- Thought you'd want to do that. - Oh, Christopher, who did this to you?
It's easier to overcome the gore and inhumanity
when you don't know the victim.
But it's so hard
to be detached when it's one of your own.
Should I start taking photos, Dr Mallard?
Yeah. Work goes on.
I called 911 and someone left the building
through the rear emergency exit setting off the door alarm.
- Did the security cameras catch him? - They're not installed yet.
I mean, the building's being retrofitted with new systems and nothing's on line.
What time did Chr...
What time did the victim enter the building?
I don't remember seeing him come in.
- Is there another entrance? - No.
- He would've had to come through here. - How could you not see him?
- Does this lobby get that busy? - He could've come in
while I was signing construction workers out.
I want a copy of their names and a list of the floors they work on.
Yes, sir.
Bastard disembowelled him.
Yes, but I don't think that was the cause of death.
- Is that a bullet wound? - Yes, in the neck.
Most likely pierced the carotid artery.
It was a quick death.
He would've bled out in less than a minute.
Shouldn't there be a lot more blood?
If he was shot in the elevator.
You think it happened topside?
That would be my guess. But this, this slashing,
was done here in the elevator.
A rage or ritual, Duck?
I don't know, Jethro. Maybe after I've autopsied him.
Chris asked me for help on a cold case.
I was chasing Curtin and didn't have time.
- Jethro. - He said it could wait.
What difference did another day make?
- Jethro, this is not your fault. - It feels like it is, Ducky.
You found a lot of blood.
- Yeah. - We're looking for a bullet.
We're on it.
Whatever happened started on the sixth floor.
We followed the trail backwards.
Pacci made it to the stairwell.
He exited at the fifth floor
where he pulled the fire alarm
before making it to the elevator.
God, Chris was so anal.
I borrowed his stapler once, put it back in the wrong place,
heard about it for days.
Give me his keys.
Regs are to carry your weapon from portal to portal.
Why'd he leave his here?
He was tailing somebody
going from place to place.
Didn't want to stop to identify himself or risk setting off an alarm.
We've all done it
especially with the heavy security these days.
I'll go over his case files. You two check out his house.
- Tonight? - Yes, tonight.
I just got to make a call.
Is there anyone you need to call, DiNozzo?
No, boss.
No calls.
You know Pacci well?
Softball, beers after work. That kind of knowing.
When he left this morning he had no idea
we'd be going through his personal effects.
Part of the job.
Yeah, but you knew him. Don't you feel like you're...
What?
I don't know, like you're invading his privacy?
Well, he's dead, Kate, with his guts slashed open.
I'd say Chris' privacy is about as invaded as it's gonna get.
- Hello? - Is this the Pacci residence?
- Yeah. Who's this? - NCIS Special Agent McGee.
McGee, it's DiNozzo. What are you doing calling this number?
Special Agent Pacci wanted me to do something for him.
- Is he there? Can I speak to him? - No.
Look, DiNozzo, this isn't a good time, okay?
- This is... - He's been murdered, McGee.
What did he ask you to do for him?
He wanted civilian files from a three-year-old cold case.
I spent all day in the basement
of the Buford County courthouse searching for it.
- Did you get it? - Yeah.
- What's in it? - The car accident report.
I didn't think I should read it.
You and the report, NCIS headquarters, 07:00.
Okay.
- Tony. - What?
I'm sorry.
Yeah, kid. Aren't we all.
- Get the bullet we found last night? - I already ran it.
- What time did you get in? - 4:00 a.m.
- Thanks, Abs. - Well, Pacci was family.
Slug looks pretty clean from a.357.
Based on rifling, it came from a Smith & Wesson Model 66.
Very small, easy to conceal.
Yeah. I ran a comparison through NIBIN.
I got nada.
Looks like the gun's a virgin, but I'll keep searching.
Yeah.
Abs, Pacci ask you to do anything for him recently?
Not in a while.
He was working a cold case.
- Search the hard drive on his computer. - You got it.
Put this back with the others.
What have you found?
Well, as I thought, the bullet tore through the carotid artery.
The massive loss of blood while fleeing his attacker
was almost instantaneously fatal.
Was the slashing done postmortem?
I believe so. It's hard to tell for certain.
I mean, a three-four inch blade was thrust in here below the sternum
and sliced down to here.
These two more indiscriminate incisions were done next.
- Same question, rage or ritual? - Neither.
I think the killer was looking for something. Here,
there's a small foreign object
lodged here in the upper alimentary canal.
What is that?
I was about to find out when you came in.
- Did Chris swallow this? - That would be my guess, Jethro.
Ducky, would this be hard to find without an x-ray?
Extremely.
Especially if an alarm was blaring
and the attacker knew that security had been alerted.
Here we are.
What is that?
It's a memory card, sir. From a digital camera.
Why on earth would Christopher swallow a memory card?
He knew he was dying.
And he knew you'd be doing the autopsy.
Chris wanted you to find that.
Dead man talking, Duck.
Obviously, they're surveillance photos.
Hottie.
Don't you think she's a little bit too old for you, Tony?
No. She's about my age.
That's exactly my point.
There's nothing on the card but candids.
Based on the date-time stamp, they were all taken in the past two days.
I interviewed all the workers.
Nobody remembers seeing Pacci or anything unusual,
but one of them did find this.
He found it at the bottom of the stairwell this morning.
- Chris' camera? - NCIS issued. It's got to be his.
- No memory card? - Nope.
Sorry, sorry. I'm five minutes late.
I had to park in the visitor's lot and the guard...
Where is it, McGee?
Special Agent Pacci wanted that ASAP.
What is it?
It's a civil investigation of an automobile accident
in Buford County three years ago.
Naval officer was killed. Read it last night.
I didn't have breakfast this morning. You don't mind, do you?
- No. - Yes. Tony.
- Hi, McGee. - Hey.
I remember this case.
Lieutenant Commander Voss was under investigation for credit card fraud.
He stole over $10 million from the Navy.
He the guy that died before they could file charges?
Yep.
The money was never found. Case went cold.
- Why was Pacci working it? - Must have found a lead on the money.
Maybe her.
- McGee. - Yes, boss.
I want you on this. I'm gonna get you TAD'd here.
DiNozzo, you take McGee with you.
You find out who she is and where she is.
Let's go, hotshot.
Need a place to stay?
- McGee! - Coming.
- How'd he die? - What?
Lieutenant Commander Voss, how'd he die?
He was burned to death?
Why am I looking at a three-year-old autopsy report?
Kate's idea.
Chris had this autopsy pulled, Duck.
He must have suspected something was wrong in it.
I'd be very surprised if there were, Jethro.
This was done by Hugh Putnam.
He's a very competent and thorough ME.
- I've worked with him before. - Check it out anyway.
Please. He's got to learn to say please.
Christopher.
You've left us a bit of a mystery.
Give me some direction.
What should I be looking for in this autopsy report?
You know, I already told Special Agent Pacci everything
I could remember about Commander Voss.
- When was that? - That would've been Tuesday morning.
You know, we get under way in two days.
Can't you get whatever info you need off of Agent Pacci?
I mean, I can't tell you any more than I already told him.
He was murdered last night, Captain.
I'm sorry.
You were Lieutenant Commander Voss' CO
at Norfolk when he was under investigation?
Yeah, he was my command supply officer.
And I got to tell you I was shocked
when the credit card fraud was uncovered and he was suspected.
Nobody else had access to the cards?
Now there's thousands of military and civilian employees
who had access to those cards.
- That's why he was able to pull it off. - I don't understand.
In order to cut down on the cash disbursed,
the DOD issues credit cards.
A phoney company was set up
making small charges against a vast number of these accounts.
Accounts that Commander Voss had approved.
- How'd he get caught? - Well, he didn't for almost four years.
Then he decided to expand his scam to bilk the entire Atlantic fleet command.
He got over $12 million before finally somebody noticed anything.
- What happened to the money? - Nobody knows.
When Commander Voss died all he had was savings that were reasonable
for a lieutenant commander in the Navy which is why I'm not certain he did it.
What did Special Agent Pacci ask you?
He didn't ask me anything about the scam.
All he wanted to know was who Voss had dated.
And I didn't know.
McGee, it's not like you. What's taking so long?
I've almost got it.
You know, the quicker you get this done the more quality time
you'll have to spend with a certain tattooed forensic technician
of the goth persuasion.
- What do you mean by that? - Oh, come on.
Abby told me you closed the deal
under some pretty hinky circumstances.
She told you that?
Well, the hinky thing, did she tell you that that was her idea? Cause...
Abby didn't tell you anything, did she?
A well-trained NCIS special agent is good at extracting information.
You'll learn. Focus.
- I have her address. - You do?
- How? - Look.
Since evidently this is her residence, I used the process of elimination.
- Quercus Virginiana. - Excuse me?
It's a variety of oak tree.
Now how can you tell? It doesn't have any leaves on it.
- Why, I identified the bark. - Of course, you did.
A search of the registry from the Arboretum Society
shows that 28 streets were planted with that genus of tree.
So I narrowed it down even further.
The Department of Public Works says that that Victorian light, circa 1905,
was installed on only seven of those streets.
If we'd look even closer...
She's got great legs.
- Yes, she does. - You narrowed it down to seven streets.
Four of those are eliminated because they don't have three-digit addresses.
Of the remaining,
only one, according to the US Postal Service, 40th Street,
has a mailbox in the middle of the block.
Okay. I'll take it from here, McGee.
You look like you could use some coffee.
Not really.
I take mine with three sugars and a hazelnut.
- How'd it go? - Tell me you have her name, DiNozzo.
Any second, boss. I got an address.
I'm running it through the search engines.
- How'd you find it? - The process of elimination, actually.
- Here it is. Amanda Reed. - Background her, Kate.
Deep as you can go. Come on, Tony.
- McGee, good work on the address. - Oh, thank you, boss.
Yeah, yeah, yeah. Yeah, okay. Thanks for that.
Well, Kate can't find any criminal record.
In fact, Amanda Reed sounds like a upstanding citizen.
Single, real clean TRW, she just bought this townhouse,
paid cash, no mortgage.
She recently was accepted
to the Potomac Country Club as a member.
I'm impressed.
- You want me to do the interview? - No.
I can work her, boss.
Chris was keeping his distance for a reason.
- Until we find out why, we do the same. - Why?
This photograph was taken from up there.
Excuse me. You the building manager?
No. I got a thing for sweeping sidewalks.
Is your apartment still up for rent?
You guys together?
No, it's not what you're thinking.
NCIS.
Oh, guy the other day showed me a badge just like that.
Did he rent it?
Nah, he just took some pictures inside
and said he'd get back to me.
We'd like to see the apartment.
- To take pictures or to rent it? - To rent it.
Oh. All right.
We're gonna pick up where Chris left off.
- Stakeout time. - Yeah!
Haven't been on a stakeout for a long time.
- I'm looking forward to this. - Figures. You're a voyeur.
- You like spying on people. - And this is legal.
Would you be as excited if the mark was a 300-pound bald guy?
- Nope. - What'd you find out?
No vehicle registered in Amanda Reed's name.
She doesn't even have a driver's licence.
But a lot of people don't have cars in the city.
DiNozzo?
A connect between the dead Commander Voss and Amanda Reed.
I ran a title search on the townhouse she just bought.
It's too much to be a coincidence.
Are you gonna spit it out
or I have to waste my coffee on your head?
The house was in the Voss family for three generations.
Commander's father lost it in a bankruptcy in '79.
Got a call into the real estate agent who sold it to Amanda Reed.
- Waiting to hear back from her. - Kate and I'll take the first shift.
- You and McGee relieve us at 19:00. - Yeah.
Problemo?
Well, you really want to do that to McGee?
Special Agent Bligh here is gonna eat him alive.
McGee looks up to me as a mentor.
You want to be stuck in a cramped apartment with DiNozzo?
Be my guest.
On the other hand, it'll help McGee build character.
All set, boss. The secured phone line is installed
and the surveillance equipment is loaded in the van.
Good.
Special Agent Pacci filled out a requisition
for a lot of the same equipment, but never picked it up.
Yeah. Yeah, I know. Let's go, Kate.
You ever been on a stakeout before, McGee?
No. But I'm looking forward to the experience.
Behave yourself.
Hey, Abs. You there?
Yeah, Gibbs. I finally got the link working.
- Our lady's back. - Yeah, I saw her.
I finished pulling the last two weeks off Pacci's computer.
There wasn't a lot there. Like a lot of older agents.
He wasn't very computer savvy.
Send me the files.
Well, you know how to download them?
- Don't go there, Abs. - Touchy.
Can we do a sound check on the laser mike?
Sure.
- Where'd she go? - Starbucks. Seems to be a regular.
Non-fat grande foamy latte.
Then to a pharmacy to pick up a prescription.
I think she's running water.
Oh, yeah. Hear it loud and clear.
Oh, the lady's got expensive taste.
Purse is Prada. It'd cost me a month's pay.
I've had quick sales before, but nothing like this.
She wrote a cheque for the full asking price. No contingencies.
And we closed in 15 days.
And you told all that to Special Agent Pacci.
Yeah. He first came in two or three years ago.
Wanted to be notified if the townhouse was ever listed.
I thought he wanted to buy.
Couldn't afford it,
so you called him when it went back on the market?
Oh, well, truth is I forgot. After it sold, I remembered.
I called. I thought he was gonna be upset,
but when I told him how Miss Reed had made the buy,
he sounded a little excited.
- And did you get to know her very well? - No, not really.
I usually get to look at the client's loan aps
and, you know, tax returns.
But this was such a clean deal I didn't have to bother with any of that.
- Well, thanks. You've been a big help. - Sure.
Say, why isn't Special Agent Pacci here?
I'm filling in for him on the case.
- Thanks, again. - You want to buy a house?
- Anything? - No. Abby was right.
Chris didn't leave much of a computer trail.
He was surfing the website of the Bangkok Visitor's Bureau,
but I cannot figure out why.
I'll get it.
Miss me?
- What's that? - Dinner.
Trying to broaden Special Agent McGee's palette.
- It stinks. - What'd you two find out?
Well, apparently, Chris knew that Amanda had a thing
for the Voss family home.
- Been keeping an eye on it. - What's Amanda Reed's link to Voss?
I researched Amanda Reed's prior residences.
Her last known address was Virginia Beach.
Which is eight miles from Norfolk
where Lieutenant Commander Voss was stationed.
Before that she lived in Jacksonville, Florida.
While he was at Mayport Naval Station. 10 miles away.
Prior to that Amanda Reed lived in La Mesa, California.
Just outside of San Diego while he pulled duty at Coronado.
- Well, they knew each other. - Sounds like more than "knew" to me.
Good work, huh, boss?
Tomorrow's garbage day.
I'm sure she'll take her trash out tonight. Go through it.
Right.
And by the way, Tony, there's only one bathroom. It's clean now.
I want to find it that way when I get back.
- What do you think I'm going to do? - I've seen you fire your weapon.
I don't trust your aim.
I love this. It's just like the movie Stakeout.
There was a movie, Stakeout?
How old are you? It's a classic.
Richard Dreyfuss and one of Martin Sheen's kids.
- Emilio Estevez. - Well, how can Estevez be a Sheen?
Martin Sheen's not a Sheen.
It was cool. There were two teams, just like us.
Trading shifts, pulling practical jokes on each other.
I'm warning you, DiNozzo. Don't even go there.
- We got to go there. Any ideas, McGee? - No.
Well, don't worry, I got plenty.
You realise that any prank we pull on Kate,
we'll also be pulling on Gibbs.
- That's a problem. - Unless...
- Nah. - What?
Well, I was thinking.
Since she is expecting something, maybe we should do nothing.
That's brilliant.
It'll drive her nuts trying to figure out what we did
that we didn't do.
You're all right, McGee. Have a pastrami.
Jethro, I didn't expect you back this late. I was just about to call you.
Find something off in that autopsy report?
No, I didn't. It was detailed and complete.
As I expected, the ME's transcript was impeccable.
There was a full complement of photos
and the lab work-ups were everything that I would have asked for.
- Who identified Voss' body? - Nobody.
They used a DNA match
as the body was badly burned in the automobile crash.
Ducky, would Buford County still have the tissue samples from the case
- in their evidence locker? - I would assume so.
I'll check. Why?
- Have Abby re-run the DNA. - Right.
I heard the director
asked you to speak at Pacci's memorial service.
Yeah. I declined.
- Oh, Gibbs. - Can't do it, Duck.
Wouldn't feel right. I'll see you there.
Yeah, but I don't understand
why I need approval from the historical committee.
I just want to paint my front door and my window trim.
No, no, no. Where'd you go?
- Where'd you go? - Yeah, all right.
- You know what? I think... - Don't put on a shirt. It's hot out.
I'm tired of fighting with you guys.
Where do you want me to send the colour samples?
I think I'm falling in love.
Okay, putting them in the mail today.
Are you finished yet?
Yeah. And all I've learned is she loves bananas and mangos.
Also uses every beauty product sold on cable TV.
Maybe she's older than she looks.
- How old do you think she is? - I don't know. 30s.
Yeah.
I need some fresh air.
Abigail.
Donald. You look very snappy today.
I'm going to Christopher Pacci's memorial service.
Oh.
I wanted to drop off these blood and tissue samples first.
- Who's the unlucky donor? - Victim of a car crash three years ago.
- Lieutenant Commander Voss? - Gibbs wants you to test the DNA.
Were the original results questionable?
No. They were as positive as it gets and certified by a reputable lab.
- So Gibbs wants me to retest them. - He does.
- DNA does not lie, Duckman. - Yeah, tell that to Gibbs.
That's an unusual surveillance technique.
Well, DiNozzo is an unusual agent.
McGee, are you watching this?
- Watching what? - What the hell is DiNozzo up to?
Well, he's not here.
No. He's across the street talking to the lady.
'Cause I live down on Canal and I just...
I've been trying to paint my door
and the historical society is giving me nothing but grief.
I know. I just got off the phone with them.
I just want to paint my door
and my trim and they're making it virtually impossible on me.
It's total nonsense.
You know, those are my exact words.
- Hi. I'm Amanda. - Hi. Stringfellow.
You're kidding, right?
Well, five generations of Stringfellows, you know...
- Stringfellow? - It's so he won't forget it.
You should.
Look, DiNozzo is your partner.
In the world according to Gibbs,
you share the blame if anything goes hinky.
Oh, geez.
Okay, what do I do here, Abs?
Don't volunteer anything. Only answer questions asked.
And whatever you do, do not lie. Because Gibbs is like Santa Claus.
He knows if you've been naughty.
How was the memorial service?
The director gave a nice eulogy.
- Anything happen? - Nope. Not a thing, boss.
- Very quiet. - Very.
Is that why you seem so anxious, Special Agent McGee?
Me?
- What did you do to him? - Nothing.
This place looks too clean.
- Excuse me. Hi. - Where is she now?
In the back of the house. In the kitchen.
- Check her trash? - Yes, boss. And nothing unusual.
Have it sent to Abby for prints.
I had a great time, too. Oh, I can't.
I can't tonight, Dwayne, but I promise I'll make it up to you this weekend.
I'll call you back.
- DiNozzo! - Sounds like Dwayne's in love.
Permission to shoot him?
- Hey, Gibbs. You there? - Yeah, Abs. What's up?
- You rule. - I know, but remind me why.
For wanting the DNA retested.
You can't have the results yet.
Oh, no. I didn't run it.
Abby, damn it. I'm not in the mood.
Chill, Gibbs. I didn't have to.
The crispy critter from the crash is type O-positive.
Lieutenant Commander Voss, AB-negative.
Voss is alive?
Unless he's an alien with shifting blood types.
He's alive with all those millions.
Living la dolce vita. Lucky bastard.
Not for long.
Geo-tech Lab is your next right.
I just thought you might, I don't know...
Miss it.
What I'm missing is talking to that tech who DNA-certified that body
was Lieutenant Commander Voss.
Well, he's not listed.
So maybe he no longer works at Geo-tech.
Call them and ask.
Joshua Lurie please.
- Think they made a clerical error? - Nope.
- People make mistakes, Gibbs. - Like back-seat driving?
I'm in the front seat. Yes. Joshua Lurie.
When?
He's dead.
Two years ago in a car crash.
Where'd you come up with a name like Stringfellow?
- Airwolf. - Never heard of it.
You never watched Stakeout, never heard of Airwolf?
What do you do on the weekends? And don't say party.
Why, I write.
- Write? - Yeah, try to write, mysteries.
- That's funny. - I never should have told you.
No. No, no. It's good. That's good stuff. We're bonding.
Hey, where do you get your ideas?
Well, cases like this one.
Guy steals millions of dollars, makes it look like he's dead,
has his girlfriend buy the old family home.
Isn't that plagiarism?
I don't think so.
I'd love to see the return address.
I'm gonna get a look at that package.
No, no, Tony. I don't think that's a good idea. Tony!
Anti-ageing cream.
Tony, get out of there. Get out of there.
Hey.
Stringfellow.
You remember my name.
How could I forget it?
What are you doing here?
Well, I could say that I'm your new mailman.
Which I wouldn't believe.
All right. Then, how about, I just wanted to see you again?
You like espresso?
Yeah. I love espresso.
Come on in.
Tony, don't do it. Come on.
Oh, my God, I can't believe it. Hamilton Voss and Josh Lurie
graduated from the same high school in the same year.
That clinches it. Voss is alive. He faked his own death
in an accident where his old schoolmate could make the DNA ID.
- For which Voss killed him? - Yeah. Why not?
Voss killed whoever really burned in that car crash,
murdered Chris when he found out he was tailing him in his...
He caught Chris tailing him. Maybe he's on to us.
Anyway, we made it into the Final Four.
I was playing for Ohio State. We got beat by UCLA.
- Special Agent McGee. - Put DiNozzo on.
He can't come to the phone right now, boss.
Where is he, in the head?
He's across the street in the townhouse with her.
Well, what the hell is he doing there, McGee?
I really couldn't explain.
Have Abby patch the video feed from the stakeout up here.
McGee, you listen to me.
Voss is out there somewhere watching us watch Amanda.
You like Paddy's?
Hamburger or turkey?
No. Paddy's Pub around the corner.
- Oh. - Yeah.
I thought you were offering me something to eat.
I am offering you something to eat.
Corned beef and beer, huh?
I'd love corned beef and beer.
Great. Let me go change into something else, Stringfellow.
Okay.
Stringfellow?
I'm gonna wait outside.
Did you get that? Paddy's Pub?
Gibbs?
- He's been watching me? - Yeah.
- Hey, boss. - DiNozzo,
what the hell are you doing?
I had an opening. It was a clear field. I had to go for it.
- Good. - Good?
Yeah. Good, Tony. You're the bait.
Okay, Voss is out there somewhere watching you like he watched Chris.
Like he watched Chris.
Enjoy your date.
And stay out of elevators. Let's go.
- Okay. Cover my back. - You got it.
Tony?
Now, how do I take the safety off?
- You take... - Just kidding.
In a rush, Abby?
I ran the prints from Amanda Reed's garbage.
What the hell is wrong with you two?
Tony made contact with Amanda, they're going to a pub
and Commander Voss is probably stalking Tony.
- Really? - It's not funny.
He probably killed Pacci.
- Amanda murdered Pacci. - Amanda?
Okay, I take it back. Commander Voss did it.
Abby.
She's my daughter, my sister, my daughter,
my sister, my daughter.
Every print that I pulled off all those cosmetic jars you gave me
come from one person.
- Amanda Reed. - Yes and no.
Abby.
They belong to Lieutenant Commander Voss.
Amanda is Voss.
She's a he?
- Yes. - Oh, my God.
- Tony's on a date with a guy. - Yeah.
Oh, Stringfellow.
You know, you have beautiful eyes.
Call me String.
You got a great smile, too.
It's my boss.
Well, work hours are over.
It's time to play.
Yeah, but I got to take this 'cause I can't not
take a call from my boss.
It's...
I could always call him back later.
Excuse me. Cola, please?
- He's not answering. - Maybe he can't.
Here you go.
I'm going to go wash my hands before we eat.
- Be right back. - Okay.
- Don't leave. - Okay.
Why didn't you answer the phone?
Couldn't.
- Where's Amanda? - Ladies' room.
Swell. We can add that misdemeanour to the murder charges.
What?
Amanda is Lieutenant Commander Voss, DiNozzo.
Stop it. Come on.
She's a he, bonehead.
And if he is packing a.357 and a knife in his purse he killed Chris.
Well, I am famished.
- Aren't you hungry? - Lost my appetite.
Oh, what's wrong?
I don't know where to begin.
Is this the same man I left sitting here a few minutes ago?
I don't know. You the same woman?
Oh, yes. I...
Open your purse.
Federal agent! Move!
- Stop him. Stop him. - No, stop her.
His name
was Special Agent Chris Pacci.
And he was a friend.
Federal agents. So are those two. Let them go.
Let me go.
He didn't have a chance.
Why'd he try?
Why are you going through everything before you box it?
Force of habit.
I don't want his family getting an unpleasant surprise.
- Reminds me of The Crying Game. - Don't know it.
It was such a cool flick.
Abby, could you pick some other movie please?
Oh, Victor/Victoria.
That was a girl pretending to be a guy pretending to be a girl?
- Right. - Yeah, that one's okay.
Got to hand it to Commander Voss.
For three years, he hid in plain sight as a woman.
Well, he wasn't a woman yet.
The surgery was scheduled for next month in Bangkok.
Getting your plumbing turned outside-in.
- It's so... - Hinky?
- No, no. Way beyond hinky. It's... - Speaking of way beyond hinky, Tony...
Okay. All right. Give it to me, Kate. I can take it.
What was it like tonguing a guy?
Forget it. I can't take it.