Grab your gear.
My three favorite words!
Where to?
St. Mary's River State Park. Right here.
Maryland?
Good guess. Think you can guess how to drive there?
I'd say the fastest way would be to take the Beltway to highway 235 south,
take that to route 50, and then...punch it into the nav system when we get lost.
What's in the park?
A deer hunter who found an airplane drop tank. Navy markings.
We're driving to Maryland to look at a drop tank?
It's got a body inside.
Oh, that's different.
Yeah, I thought so. You pick up Ducky. Tony, you gas the truck.
Gibbs, you know, most agencies have people that do that sort of thing.
Mhm. So do we.
Bow hunter was tracking a deer, stumbled across the drop tank.
He the one who opened the hatch?
That's right.
How did he get so...
Ah, I believe mummified is the adjective you were searching for.
Ah, the tank must have been airtight, creating a hermetic environment.
No air, no bugs, no critters.
And more important - no bacteria.
Got an estimated time of death, Duck?
Very amusing, Jethro.
I thought it was a missile or a bomb of some kind 'till I tapped it –
it sounded hollow. So I cleared some leaves away and found the hatch.
Your curiosity got the best of you?
Well, wouldn't yours have?
Yeah, you know what, it probably would have. Did you remove the flight bag?
Yeah.
Touch anything else?
Not after I saw King Tut.
Well, we'll need your prints, separate them from any others we find on the tank.
Yep.
Thanks.
Lieutenant Commander Farnsworth - think he's our mummy?
I dunno. Bag it.
Ah, I can't do anything for this gentleman until we cut him out of here.
I know what this is, boss.
Ah - external fuel tank?
Ah - 370 gallon external fuel tank off an F14 Tomcat.
A few were converted into camera or cargo pods; this one's a cargo pod.
I'm impressed.
Didn't become an NCIS agent yesterday, Kate. As a matter of fact, tomorrow -
Will have been two years.
That's kind of touching, Gibbs, remembering the day you hired me.
Yeah, well, it seemed like a good idea at the time. Duck, is it okay if I touch?
By all means.
Our sailor is a Lieutenant. Flight bag's not his.
See his dog tags?
Nope. Get a flatbed, take our Lieutenant and his pod back home with us.
Let me guess. You're gonna suggest I ride back in the flatbed with the driver.
Wasn't a suggestion.
Abby, you find any prints on there that weren't the hunters?
I pulled some partials off the inside of the hatch that weren't his.
Victim's?
I doubt it. Mummies aren't generally the self-help type.
Let's run the prints through the military database.
Got it. Now, there's a serial number on the underside of the tank.
The paint's kinda worn off, but I can bring it up
Good. That tank came off a Tomcat, somebody filed a TFOA report.
TFOA?
Things Falling Off Aircraft.
You're kidding.
Nope, that's what they're called. Squadrons have kept files
on those all the way back to biplanes.
All right.
K - on 3 - 1, 2, 3
Oh, sailor on the half shell!
Oh, Abby, please!
Sorry!
It's not unlike the Egyptians, however.
Their mummified dead were buried along with personal treasures
to accompany them on the journey to the afterlife.
Where he could squeeze in 18 now and then.
He's not wearing shoes.
I kick mine off when I fly.
Got an ID.
Lieutenant Mark Schilz.
He's not our golfer. This bag belongs to Lieutenant Lynch.
A gold wedding band. Looks like Lieutenant Schilz left someone behind.
Okay. We got a name, we got a serial number.
TFOA'll find the plane and the squadron.
And we'll crack the secret of the mummy's curse in no time.
Abby...
What?
Lieutenant Schilz's service record.
He was reported missing at sea off the Eisenhower.
Amend it. He's no longer missing.
The carrier was a day out of Norfolk at the end of a six month deployment in the Med.
When?
Ah, March 4, 1994. He was declared a deserter 30 days later
and he received a dishonorable discharge.
Dishonorable?
Lieutenant Schilz was charged in absentia with theft of government property.
Ah. The cargo pod.
1.2 million dollars out of the Eisenhower safe. He was their disbursing officer.
I just spent three riveting ours sorting through squadron records at
the safety center. Found the aircraft that dropped the pod - an F14 Tomcat.
From a squadron on the Eisenhower?
Yeah. The F212. The Red Wolves.
After a six month deployment?
Coming home from the Med...wanna give me the names of the Tomcat crew?
Well, it's safe to assume one of them wasn't Lieutenant Schilz.
Why ride in the pod when you've got a seat in the cockpit?
The pilot was Lieutenant Commander Farnsworth.
We've got good news, CMDR - it took ten years, but we located your luggage...
The golf clubs belong to his RIO, Lieutenant Lynch.
RIO?
Radar Intercept Officer. Also called a GIBs, one B - short for guy in back.
Why do you need two Bs?
The second one's for bastard. What else, Tony?
The F212 flew off the Eisenhower for Pax River the day before she docked at Norfolk.
She? Tony, it's named after Dwight David Eisenhower, for God's sake.
Maybe she was named for Mamie.
Their flight path took them over lower Maryland.
Where the Tomcat lost an external cargo pod.
No one on the ground reported being knocked on the head,
so the Navy conducted a cursory search and wrote her off.
This was in the spring of '94?
Aha - Abby estimated how long the pod's been in the ground, right?
Nope.
Ducky calculated the time it took Lieutenant Schilz to mummify?
Okay. How do you know the date?
I pulled Lieutenant Schilz's service record.
Oh, you took the easy way.
Well, not so easy. Our mummified Lieutenant went UA with 1.2 million.
He was the dispersing officer on the Eisenhower.
Our mummy's a crook.
I doubt it. air's cold and thin at 30,000 feet, he'd know that.
Where's the money? It's not in the pod, or Abby'd be up here screaming lotto.
According to his service record, it was never found.
Tony, pull our files on the investigation,
since you're such an expert at looking up names.
I wouldn't say I'm an expect.
If he's still working for us, I want to talk
to the onboard NCIS Special Agent in '94.
What if he's not with is?
I want to talk to the -
on board NCIS Special Agent in '94.
Our mummy had a wedding ring.
And a wife to go with it.
Got a current address?
Not yet.
The deceased was a Caucasian male, 20-25, approximately 5'7".
The facial bone structure indicates Nordic descent.
Matches Lieutenant Schilz's description.
Commissioned before the DNA database was initiated.
Ah. Well young man, I'll have to match your smile.
The Lieutenant was in remarkable condition given the precipitous fall.
The jaw was broken, fractured post mortem - no sign of bleeding.
The injury's consistent with a nine iron or possibly a sandwich.
Definitely one of the lofted clubs he flew with
Ducky. I'm not interested in what happened to him after he died.
Well I'm surprised to hear you say that, Gibbs.
You know post-mortem details can be extremely revealing.
Remember that case, four years ago,
where the young Marine was buried in an anthill up to his neck?
Duck. Eight years ago. How did he die.
No, it can't be eight years. No, I know it wasn't Four years ago,
your third wife hit you over the head with a baseball bat,
and I distinctly remember the ant-eaten Marine
on that table there while I stitched you up.
Ducky. How did our young Lieutenant die?
Well, I think the poor fellow bled out.
I made a minimal incision in the chest cavity,
and came across evidence of massive internal hemorrhaging.
From?
Mmm, I don't know yet. But something quite small must have punctured the chest cavity.
Yes, I'll need to send the poor boy for a CAT scan to get a proper look.
Couldn't happen when he augured in in the pod?
No! As i told you, the fracture to the jaw was post-mortem, obviously inflicted by the crash.
This amount of bleeding could only occur when he was alive.
Which means that Lieutenant Schilz was murdered and then stuffed into the pod.
Yes, I suppose it does.
Gotta be decaf.
What?
All that coffee you drink.
Hi-test.
Don't you twitch?
Nope. How's it coming?
Ah, still no address.
You know, if Lieutenant Schilz stole the money, he didn't do it alone.
Why do you say that?
Someone murdered and stuffed him in the pod.
Maybe an accomplice, didn't want a share of the million-two.
Couldn't he have...surprised the thief in the dispersing office and been murdered?
Well, no, then someone would have had to carry the body from there to
the cargo pod without being seen. No easy thing to do on a ship with 6000 souls.
Oh! I found Lieutenant Schilz's widow. She's remarried and living in Arlington.
Well, go get her.
Was it something I said?
Not yet.
Well. Looks like we're gonna have to go to Hawaii, boss.
Now it's what you said.
NCIS Special Agent Afloat Richard Owens investigated the robbery in '94.
He's currently assigned to NCIS Pearl Harbor.
Or we could always use video conferencing...you know Owens?
Nope.
Didn’t thin you would. He's considerably younger than you are.
What would you consider 'considerably'?
Well, the guy was young, Gibbs. Only 28. Makes him 37 now.
Then considerably would not be an accurate description.
I didn't realize, boss, how old are you?
Doesn't matter how old I am.
Well it is, actually, 'cause it gives me a reference point for the word that you were...
Can I see the file?
Yeah. After 40, everybody's eyes...
Night of the robbery...there was a report...of a man overboard.
Aft - aft watch spotted a life vest, beacon, in the carrier wake.
You're embarrassed to tell me how old you are.
Not at all. Schilz's shoes were found...in a hold full of scrapped life vests.
Yeah. Navy presumed that he robbed the dispersing office, faked falling
overboard, and then sat tight with the cash until the carrier put into Norfolk.
They based all this on finding his shoes in a hold?
Well, maybe the Navy read Agent Owens's notes.
They're attached to the back of the file.
Lieutenant Schilz must have eluded the night watch...
and slipped over the side without his shoes...to swim to shore.
Eye strain.
Losing Mark at sea was bad enough, but...to have him accused of stealing money...
I'm sorry. I realize this is opening old wounds.
At least finding his body will end the vicious gossip. There was a...
rumor that he had started a new life with the money and...a new woman...Here you go.
Thank you. Was there any basis for it?
We'd only been married a year, and six months of that he was at sea, Agent Todd.
It doesn't sound likely, does it?
No. No more likely than his being a thief. Mark was a...a good man.
He loved the Navy. Even if it didn’t love him back.
But that'll change now, won't it? He’ll be exonerated?
Um. We have reopened the investigation.
But it seems so obvious. Whoever took the money murdered Mark.
It's a very real possibility.
But he wouldn't have even been in that tank unless someone put him there.
So, you are remarried?
Yes. After six years I had Mark declared dead. Randy, ah, helped me move on.
Navy didn't even send a flag for his memorial service.
That seems rather harsh.
I coulda done without the flag, but...
not to receive death benefits or child support, that...that was harsh.
You haven't gotten anything?
Flags and benefits are only for the honorably discharged.
You haven't been in the Navy very long, have you?
I'm still not. As I told you, I’m an NCIS Special Agent. I've been that for only a month.
I don't...care for myself. Randy and I get by. But if you clear Mark's name...
Alicia will benefit. She'll have a better life. Money for college.
She's beautiful.
Mark never saw her. He called, though. The morning she was born.
I held the phone to her ear so she could hear her daddy's voice.
He called you from the carrier?
Yeah. Oh, it wasn't easy then. I don't know how he did it, but...
somehow Mark got a call to me in Bethesda early in the morning.
That was the last time I ever heard his voice.
The day your daughter was born.
Yeah. And the day Mark disappeared.
I would have never guessed he flew off that ship.
I don't think it was his idea.
I was sure he swum ashore with the cash.
That dammed case has been the only blotch on my record for twelve years.
Didn't do much for Lieutenant Schilz's record either.
Hey, he stole the money. I'll stand by that.
Well if he stole it, Agent Owens, where is it?
Beats me, but it's not on that ship.
We searched every inch of it for him and the cash.
The Eisenhower docked the next day. How long did you search?
I don't remember?
Two days.
Who searched?
Hell, the entire crew.
Finders keepers? Treasure hunt?
What are you implying, Gibbs?
Nothing. I'm just wondering how you managed to search every inch of a
95,000 ton, twenty-four story tall, 1049 foot long aircraft carrier in two days.
We couldn’t keep the crew any longer than that.
They'd been deployed for six months - their families were waiting dockside.
Which means you didn't search every inch.
So as far as you know, that money could still be on board.
It could be. But it isn't.
Another assumption, Special Agent Owens? Or do you know this as fact?
I don't like the tone of this.
You've got my report - I have nothing more to say to you.
O-kay. We'll see. The Eisenhower is currently doling quals in the Atlantic. She'll be back in Norfolk for weekend liberty. Be there. 0700. Saturday.
You cannot order me back to that -
How'd you know those statistics?
Read 'em.
You put it back together.
Yeah. I had to study the fiberglass sarcophagus in one piece.
What'd you find?
Something hinky. Okay, the pod is attached to the Tomcat by an MXU rack with two hooks.
Here and here. Wasn’t sure you could see 'em, boss!
Go on.
The hooks fit in these holes.
Now, when the pilot wants to eject the pod, he flips a switch and the hooks disengage.
And the pod drops away.
Well, actually, it's kicked away.
The forward and aft ejectors fire and kick it off the wing.
TFOA report said the pilot didn't touch the pod ejector switch,
the pod just fell away - was it lying?
No. If he had popped it, the ejectors would have made dents in the pod.
Nope, no dents.
No dents. Just damage from plowing into Mother Earth.
You know, when you think about it. If the Lieutenant was still alive,
that would've been one hell of a ride. Well, it would.
Oh, just figuring that out now?
You know, it's not polite to talk with your hands.
Gibbs, come look at these holes.
Yeah. Top of the hole's damaged. This one too.
TO remove a pod on deck, you insert a key into the MXU rack and turn it.
That withdraws the hooks.
Now if you turn the key so that only the tips of the hooks are holding onto the pod, then...
to tear loose on the catch-shot and leaves marks like these on the holes...
Except the mummy's curse was working,
so the tips held onto the pod until it was over Maryland.
Abby, there was no mummy ten years ago, so how could there be a curse?
It's like a chicken and egg thing, Tony.
I interviewed Lieutenant Schilz's widow.
They had a child, Alicia, 9 years old and she's as pretty as her mom.
I knew I should've taken that interview!
She's remarried, Tony.
TONY: Yeah?
He does this just to screw with me - don't you?
Do you have a report to make, Agent Todd?
Mary got a call from her first husband the day he disappeared.
She'd just given birth at the Bethesda Naval Hospital and he called her from the carrier.
So?
So it was a big deal to call home from a ship in '94.
The signal was bounced off a satellite and routed through the comm office in Norfolk.
Did you trace the time of the call?
Navy doesn't get rid of anything. Comm office records show
that a Lieutenant Schilz called the Bethesda Naval Hospital from CVN-69 –
that's the Eisenhower - at 0533 on the fourth of March 1994 and
the call lasted twelve minutes.
Tony, what time did the schmuck's report say the dispersing office was robbed?
What schmuck?
Well, our schmuck, unfortunately.
Between 2100 hours March 3 when the office was secured and 0700
on the fourth when it was opened by the assistant dispersing officer...
Doesn't let him off the hook.
...Ensign Wiles.
Wiles? Randy Wiles?
Ha ha ha - no. You're not getting me to buy this again.
You read this report. No - Mrs. Schilz told you.
Actually, she did.
I knew it.
Only she didn't tell me Randy Wiles was the assistant dispersing officer.
She said he was her husband.
This is why I jumped at being stationed at Pearl.
It's only November and I'm freezing. I hate Norfolk.
Could be Bremerton.
All right, where the hell is he.
I didn't fly standby and sit next to a toilet for twelve hours to freeze my ass off waiting.
First-class toilet? Sorry.
You're talking to me like I'm some sort of newbie.
Who the hell does this Gibbs think he is anyway?
Ten years and this case is still haunting me. It's like I'm cursed.
C'mon, what's funny.
Our lab tech thinks there's a curse. But y'know, she's a Goth, with the chains,
and the tats, and the piercing, and you're so...How old do you think Gibbs is?
Very nice. Very nice.
Thanks. You here to, ah, shoot?
I hope not. I'm Special Agent Gibbs, this is Special Todd. NCIS.
Lady inside said you’re the manager. Randy Wiles.
Formerly Ensign Randy Wiles?
I saw it on the news. If you're here to talk about Mark,
I told you guys all I know years ago.
You didn't say you were gonna marry his wife.
You talk to Mary?
I did. And funny thing, she never once mentioned marrying her husband's shipmate.
She doesn't know that Mark and I served together.
How could she not know?
We met at Mark's memorial service.
What'd you say? 'I was passing by, dug the music, decided to drop in'?
Somethin' pretty close to that. I was afraid that if I told her I knew Mark,
she'd ask a lot of questions...I didn't think I'd fall in love with her.
And then, then when I did it was too late.
Bounce.
Yeah.
Bounce?
It's a film.
Ben Affleck gives up his seat on this flight for a guy who needs to get home.
Plane crashes, guy dies, he ah, looks up the widow, Gwyneth Paltrow.
He means to tell her the story, but by the time they come around to it,
they've fallen in love, and he's afraid if he tells her, it'll ruin it.
That's what happened to me.
I believe him.
Of course you believe him, it's a chick flick. In a guy flick,
you steal the money, you set Lieutenant Schilz up to take the fall,
you murder him and you marry his wife.
That is sick.
It sure is!
Agent Todd, you will realize after being here more than a month
that there are a lot of sick people in the world. Are you one of those, Randy?
This is my day job. At night I do freelance accounting. Mary and I rent a house,
Alicia goes to public school, I drive a six year old Saturn.
Now, do you think I'd live like that if I had a million bucks?
Yeah, you're right, you were doing better in the Navy.
Navy cleared me, doesn't mean they trusted me.
Your dispersing clerk, Petty Officer Toner, she left the Navy too –
they pass her over?
Erin enlisted to catch an officer.
Petty Officer Toner was a hottie, if you know what I mean.
Oh, yeah. Did you investigate this hottie?
It's in my report.
So's the assumption that Lieutenant Schilz left his shoes onboard
so he could swim ashore.
That's not in my report.
No, that was in your attached notes.
I didn't think the Navy was going to look in my notes.
You didn't think about anything except getting ashore.
That's not fair, Gibbs.
Neither is convicting a man in absentia for a sloppy investigation.
Lieutenant Schilz was the only one who could have done it.
Wiles was in an all-night poker game and Erin was already in her quarters.
How do you know?
That cruise was the first time females were deployed at sea.
If they weren't in chow, or at work, they were in female country.
The Navy ran that place like it was a sorority: no men allowed.
I'll bet you all you did was take her word.
How many pregnant on that cruise, Special Agent Owens?
Quite a few.
Guess the house mothers weren't on top of the log book.
Gibbs.
Lieutenant Commander Farnsworth and Ensign Lynch died in a ramp strike two years ago.
I won't say it sounds like Abby's curse of the mummy, but...
Well, if they were still in the Navy two years ago,
we can cross them off our list of millionaire accomplices.
You mean suspects.
Lieutenant Schilz was probably killed by an accomplice.
Or killed catching the thief in the act.
Are you interested in clearing him or catching the bad guys?
Both. If we exonerate him then his wife and daughter will get the death benefits they deserve.
You locate Petty Officer Toner?
Traced her to Westchester PA, on my way now.
Pilot and his RIO are dead.
I don't want to hear the word curse out of your mouth, Dinozzo.
Would I say that, boss?
You said it to me.
You said it first.
Nice drive, Ben!
Oh, yeah.
For someone with your swing.
Miss Toner! The pro told me you were teeing off.
I was trying to.
Sorry. I just drove in from DC to speak with you, it'll only take a few minutes.
Do you know anything about golf etiquette, young woman?
Not really.
This is a private club, how'd you get in here?
I showed these at the gate.
I'm sorry to hear that Mark's been dead all these years.
I've always imagined him on some beach in Mexico, sipping margaritas.
You believe he stole the money.
Well, he and Randy were the only ones who had the combo,
and Randy was playing poker all night. Had to've been Mark.
Well if that's true, then his accomplice got away with the money.
easy to see where you’re going with this, Agent Todd.
You said you saw my house, nice, this country club, also nice. Both expensive,
I didn’t marry money. Yet. And, ah, with the losers in my family,
I sure as hell didn't inherit it. So you're wondering
if I was in on it with Mark. Killed him and took the money.
Well either that, or you won the lottery.
Two million. I, ah, I carry this for good luck.
You can laminate a losing ticket.
Come on home with me, honey. I'll show you the write-up from the Canton Gazette.
It was too big to laminate, though, I had to have it framed.
Fore!
Never do that again.
I'm sorry, I didn't know you were gonna get all freaked out.
Yes, well it's an automatic reflex when one is a golfer, Abigail.
Please don't call me Abigail!
Well then, don't yell four when I have a niblick in my hand.
A niblick? Sounds like a sex act.
Yes, that's what I thought it was the first time I heard the term.
A niblick is what a nine iron used to be called when golf was the province of
Scottish nobles, not the democratic lovely walk spoiled by the weekend duffer.
So...what, you think he was killed by a niblick to the kidney?
Oh, no, no, no, no, no, the CAT scan revealed
a puncture wound to the chest cavity.
Caused by a thin, sharp object that perforated
the pericardial sac and then penetrated the heart.
Ouch.
Ouch indeed.
So what about your niblick?
Ah. I was trying to see if this could have caused these hair fractures
to the pelvis and lumber vertebrae but it's too flexible
to cause uniform fractury across both sides of the pelvis.
No, it had to be an object much more rigid.
What about his abrupt stop on a knee-ticket ride.
No, no, no, there are faint traces of bleeding on the CAT scan.
No, these fractures occurred before or immediately after he expired.
Are you sure you didn't find anything here in this area on his uniform?
Hm, no, nothing that would cause these. But I wasn't looking closely.
Ah. Look closely, my dear.
Of course, my darling.
The robbery is a legend on this ship. Knowing Lieutenant Schilz didn't get off
with the cash...it's gonna start a treasure hunt. Excuse me.
Bring back fond memories?
Not so fond. The safe hadn't even jimmied.
Ensign Wiles and Erin said nothing was missing but the cash.
Something going on between you and Petty Officer Toner, Agent Owens?
Called her a hottie.
You keep calling her by her first name
We're not allowed to fraternize with enlisted females, you know that.
Not allowed to put assumptions in reports, either.
You make your point, Agent Gibbs, I blew that. but I wasn't screwing around with Erin.
She had something going on with one of the Airmen
That wasn't in your report.
It didn't seem pertinent.
Name.
Martinez. Martinez - Petty Officer Ted Martinez.
Hi. Excuse me.
You think he's involved?
I dunno. But since it was his hottie working here, you should've looked into him.
You're right, sir.
Do not 'sir' me, I work for a living. Gibbs.
Erin Toner is livin' large. Nice house, country club membership...
Do not tell me that she has a rich husband.
Hit the Ohio lotto for two mil.
Did you check that out?
Yeah, I saw the winning lottery ticket and newspaper clippings.
State lottery board is closed for the day.
Call in the morning.
Can you hear me now?
Got him. Ted Martinez, Aviation Machinist's Mate, second class.
Honorable discharge, June 2, 1994. Lot of sailors left the Navy in '94.
Aviation Machinist's Mate. That means he was working the flight deck.
Petty Officer Second...probably a plane captain. What?
Who would have had the ability to stuff a body into a cargo pod?
Anyone on the hangar deck.
Who's most likely?
You're asking me to make an assumption, Agent Gibbs.
I'm not asking you to write it down.
The pilot, the RIO, the plane captain.
Don't strain your eyes, boss
That's not coincidence.
Don't tell me -
Petty Officer Martinez was the plane captain on the Tomcat
that dropped the pod that had Lieutenant Schilz's body in it.
Whoa. This shoulda been some Beethoven.
It's not Beethoven?
It's the Newly Dead.
What's the orange stuff?
I don't know yet. But it's only on this part of the mummy's shirt.
The same area as Ducky's hairline fractures.
You went to see Ducky before you came to see me!
Is there some kind of priority here I don't know about?
A girl likes to be thought of first.
I don't know if it's synthetic or natural,
but it's definitely a fiber. What's orange in the Navy?
Life jackets.
Weren't the mummy's shoes found in a hold with old life jackets?
Never believed that he was in there with 'em.
You might have to change your opinion.
Did you match Petty Officer Martinez to those partial prints on the pod?
Yep, no big surprise, he was the plane captain.
I was hoping they wouldn't match.
One of them didn't. I scanned the ridges and cleaned all the garbage out.
I got six golden details - I like ten to twelve,
but six is enough if you get lucky.
Doesn't look like we got lucky.
Well, I limited it to Naval personnel that served between 90 and 94.
Still a lot of ridges and curves.
I might be able to lower the threshold.
How?
I could give you a name and a serial number.
Oh. That might help.
Whoa, we've got nothin' like this at Pearl.
This is where the big boys play.
Dinozzo!
Speaking of big boys. Yeah, boss?
What are you doing here?
Ah, well, my flight's not till 9 in the morning.
Since I’m here I thought that, maybe...
You know how to do a database search?
Yeah. Yeah, I do.
That computer. Locate Martinez.
I'm looking for Martinez, boss.
Yeah? And I'm getting coffee.
You got computers at Pearl?
Yeah. But ours is on the beach so we can surf on breaks.
Haha. Ha. So they can surf...on breaks.
Didn't you have a flight to catch, Agent Owens?
Hey. Um...you know, it's a little after two and my flights not until
there'll be another flight.
Coffee?
All right, What've you got?
Ah, we've got Petty Officer Martinez who was a Mexican national.
Ah, when he joined the Navy, he was discharged at Norfolk, June 2 1994
where he ah, had his mail forward to the -
Plaza Hotel in New York, where he was June 5 to the 22nd when he flew to -
Mazaneyo Mexico where he registered as Las Vijas with a wife.
No first name, just Mr. and Mrs. Martinez.
They stayed at Las Vijas until the ninth of July and after that they –
he ah - I lost him.
Yeah. And I found him. In Guadalajara at the Presidente Intercontinental,
stayed there for ten days and then...and then I lost them too.
Haha!
Okay. Find out where he was born. Check with the local police there.
A guy usually goes home when he's separated. I'm going...
For coffee?
To the head.
Still no match?
Nothing good enough to take to court. But if my life depended on it,
I'd say it was her right middle finger that made that. Thanks.
yeah.
Oh - I spectro'd the fiber. It's cotton canvas dyed Orange Number 7.
But it's not from a life preserver. They're made out of urethane coated nylon.
That's the mail bag, Abby.
Orange mail bag. Cool.
Right, I understand. Are you sure?
Ohio Lottery?
Uh huh. Okay. Thank you. Erin Toner was telling the truth.
August 10 94 she hit a Pick Six, bought the ticket at a 7-11 outside of Canton, Ohio.
She hit for 37,000. She lied. She and Martinez stole that money, not Lieutenant Schilz.
Kate, incriminating her doesn't exonerate Schilz. She could've played him
No. They forced him to open the safe, they murdered him, and they stuffed him in the pod.
Unless Martinez or Toner admits Schilz had nothing
to do with the robbery, there's no way to exonerate him.
I'll get them to confess.
Hm. How are you going to do that?
I don't know. Yet.
Whoa. Martinez was murdered in the Piegra Negras Hotel.
My God. She's a black widow.
I don't think she was ever married.
We got her. Kate. Go back to PA and bring Erin Toner in.
How? I can't arrest her, can I?
No. No, she has to come voluntarily.
Why the hell would I do that?
Latent prints off of Lieutenant Schilz's uniform match Petty Officer Martinez's.
He was the plane captain on the Tomcat that dropped the pod.
You pulled prints ten years later?
The pod was hermetically sealed. We believe that Martinez forced Lieutenant
Schilz to open the safe, murdered him, and stuffed his body in a cargo pod.
I think I knew Martinez, but I, ah, I knew a lot of sailors on that cruise.
Martinez is hiding in Mexico. We will find him, and when we do,
we want a solid case for extradition.
Do I look like a Mexican judge?
We'd like your help in doing a virtual recreation of the theft for the hearing.
Why me?
We can't locate Randy Wiles. You're the only one who worked in disbursing back then.
Honey. Are you working something you're not telling me?
I want to exonerate Lieutenant Schilz so that his wife
and his daughter can get the money due them.
Tell them to play the lottery.
I can call you back to the Navy, Petty Officer Toner.
The hell you can.
These are orders recalling you to active duty as a material witness
in a capital offense. All I gotta do is ink 'em, honey,
and your ass is back in the Navy. Or you can voluntarily help us.
Lieutenant Schilz finished a call to his wife and newborn daughter at 0545.
I threw in that little heel click to show he was really happy.
Yeah, well, not for long. Petty Officer Martinez surprised him with a knife,
ransacked the safe, and forced Lieutenant Schilz to carry the money
to a Tomcat where he murdered Lieutenant Schilz,
stuffed him in a pod, and left with the money.
So what d’you think?
I think you could use some help from Disney.
Oh, hey, c'mon! I wasn't finished with it yet.
We wanted to make sure we had the right scenario first.
That one works for me.
Not for me. Nah. Lieutenant Schilz would know that Martinez was gonna kill him.
He'd've resisted someplace, 'specially in a passageway full of sailors.
Martinez had to kill him in disbursing. But, how'd he move him to the pod if he was dead?
He couldn’t.
Ah, but he could, my dear. You see, I found hairline fractures on Lieutenant
Schilz's pelvis and lumbered vertebrae, which Abby here matched to
Orange canvas fibers on Lieutenant Schilz's uniform.
I saw an orange mail bag being dragged over knee-knockers when I visited the ship.
Ah - eh, I'll get back to that in a minute. Where was I?
Dragging orange mail bags over knee knockers, boss.
Ah. Yeah. That bothered me. If Martinez did stuff his body in a mail sack,
and dragged across the ship, how come nobody noticed anything that was...ah...
Hinky?
Yeah! Hinky.
And that's when I remembered how you used to turn heads when you walked by.
I'm outta here.
Not until the show's over.
Now...who would've noticed a sailor dragging
a mail bag over knee knockers with you walking by?
How's that animation?
Much better. However, it's not evidence.
You touch me again, and I will have you arrested for assault.
And the rest of you for unlawful detainment.
You're free to go. Oh, I said I'd get back to that fingerprint. It's yours.
Oh. Oh, okay, it's mine. Where'd you find it? Mark's uniform?
All that proves is that we got it on.
Didn't find it on his uniform. Got it from the Federales.
Found it on the pistol that killed Martinez in Pedro Negras.
Two days before you hit the lotto for $37,000.
Or we could extradite you, but...
Mexican courts really don't like it when gringos kill one of their own.
I don't now if it was you or Martinez that killed Lieutenant Schilz.
You can tell it anyway you want. We'll take it down.
You know, in Hawaii, it takes forever to get anything from the Federales.
Same way here.
Nooooo, no, no, guys, don't tell me that - that fingerprint match was faked?
Okay. You guys are crazy.