[WHISTLE BLOWS]
DRYFUSS: Okay, last arrow.
What you aiming at, Tommy? Maryland?
You'll never get your archery pin like this, Tommy.
BO Y 1: Eighteen.
Twenty-four.
Twenty-six. I rule.
Hey, Tommy, get the arrow that went down the hill, okay?
- Come on, give me the arrows back. BO Y 2: Bye, Tommy.
A kid puts an arrow in a corpse.
- That's a new one. - Just a variation.
[CHUCKLES]
I remember we found this old guy, died watching TV.
We found him sitting stiff as a board with a Bud on hand.
No, please, not another Baltimore-homicide story.
It looks a natural death, but we gotta wait for the M.E. To confirm it.
So it's dinnertime, my partner and I are starving.
So we tell the rookie to keep an eye on the stiff.
Rookie's never been alone with a body.
Well, suddenly, the body goes out of rigour, slumps.
Air in the lungs is forced through the voice box and the corpse moans.
Stop it.
Rookie freaks, empties his revolver into the body.
You know what I think, DiNozzo?
Don't say it's an urban myth because I was there.
I think you were the rookie.
That's funny, Gibbs.
Funny. Wrong. Funny.
Tony, give me a hundred-metre perimeter search.
TONY: One hundred. Got it.
Viv, take the Scout leader. I get the kid.
Do you have to question the boy?
What can he tell us that the leader can't?
- That's why I'm gonna talk to him. - It'll add to his trauma.
- Hey. - Hi.
Your, uh, M.E.'s down by the river with the body.
The little guy is the one who shot the arrow.
He's pretty shook.
One for the books, huh?
I think the Scoutmaster is the tall one.
First time I've known Chief Metz to let an outside agency
handle a homicide on our turf.
Maybe he knows something about us you don't.
Special Agent Blackadder, Naval Criminal Investigative Service.
She doesn't have a face.
I brushed her hair aside, she doesn't have a face.
Now, did you touch any other part of the body?
Oh, God, no. I threw up, I called the police.
You have no idea how horrible this was.
Okay.
You might wanna suck it up for the boys.
My name's Gibbs. I'm a special agent with the Navy.
L... I didn't kill her.
I know you didn't, buddy.
- It's all over. - No, it won't be over.
I'll dream about her.
Not if you don't want to.
I don't want to.
Then close your eyes and tell yourself you're not gonna dream about her.
That won't work.
It worked for me.
Since I was about your age. I saw something bad, just like this.
Trust me.
Close your eyes.
[SIGHS]
I won't dream about her.
Say it.
I won't dream about her.
Good.
Here's my card.
Give me a call.
If I have a nightmare?
Eh, we already took care of that.
Come see where I work.
Bring some friends. I'll give you a tour.
BO Y 1: That is so awesome.
BO Y 2: Hey, Tommy. BO Y 3: Hey, that was great.
The Scout leader took one look at the body, barfed and called 911.
Did you get anything different from the boy?
Well, he didn't barf.
Ooh!
What have you got for us, Ducky?
DUCKY: One deceased pregnant Navy lieutenant
who appears to have been tossed into a tree.
Love your perfume, Special Agent Blackadder.
How about dinner tonight after the autopsy?
Ooh, I never date men old enough to be my father, Ducky.
[DUCKY CHUCKLES]
DUCKY: Agent Blackadder reminds me of a young woman I autopsied once.
When did she die?
Oh, gosh. Oh, that was in Hollywood.
Let's see, it's gotta be at least 20 years ago.
She was an assistant film editor.
The film editor's wife caught them in flagrante delicto.
This one, Ducky. When did this one die?
It's been a while.
- You care to be more specific? - Not until I do the autopsy.
Humour me.
Judging by the decomposition, I'd say two and a half, three weeks.
Cause of death?
[SCOFFS]
It wasn't the arrow.
VIV: Find any tracks?
No, the ground's soaked. Rain must have washed them away.
You concrete cops can't read sign unless it's in neon.
What's that?
TONY: That's a deer track.
How old?
What are you, Pocahontas?
What?
- Nothing. - Oh, heh, come on.
No, no, no. Definitely something. What?
You just, uh, reminded me of my brother Rex.
He taught me to track.
He called me Pocahontas.
I'd rather you didn't think of me as your brother, Viv.
Oh, I could never do that, Tony.
Rex was much better looking.
[CHUCKLES]
What, are you taking comedy lessons from Gibbs?
Did you say was?
Rex was killed on the Cole.
I'm sorry, Viv.
Me too.
So, he why you left the FBI and hooked up with us?
Yeah.
GIBBS: How pregnant was she, Ducky? DUCKY: Hmm?
Thanks.
Oh, I don't know. Let's see.
Without holding it in my hands, I'd estimate four or five months.
Brush her hair out of her face, will you, Duck?
What happened to her face?
It's too cold for larva.
Crows.
They took her eyes first, then tore away the soft flesh.
Why didn't they go after her hands and feet?
DUCKY: I've been pondering that ever since I got here, Gibbs.
I really don't know.
[WOMAN GRUNTS]
She was in the river.
How'd she get into the tree?
Look at the watermarks on the tree, on the rocks.
The river came up in the spring thaw.
She floated in here.
You can bag her, Duck. She wasn't dumped here.
Marine, a wrap.
Hey, she's a JAG.
Ever work with her?
Look, I know she's a bit messy,
but how many blond JAG female lieutenants can there be?
[SIGHS]
CHEGWIDDEN: NCIS has discovered the remains
of an unidentified JAG lieutenant in Potomac Park.
Medical examiner estimates
she's between four and five months pregnant.
Oh, my Lord, sir. I hope it's not Lieutenant Singer.
Well, it can't be Lieutenant Singer. She's due in two weeks.
Have you been in contact with the lieutenant?
Well, l...
Uh, no, sir, not since she left three months ago. I was estimating.
Harm's right, sir. It couldn't be Loren.
I mean, the medical examiner wouldn't misestimate by four months.
He hasn't conducted the autopsy yet.
I assume the body's somewhat decomposed, ahem.
[KNOCKING ON DOOR]
CHEGWIDDEN: Enter. - Excuse me, admiral.
I tried Lieutenant Singer's San Diego number
and her cell phone, sir.
Both have been disconnected, admiral.
- Thank you, Tiner. - Aye, aye, sir.
CHEGWIDDEN: That doesn't look good.
You're not writing her off, are you?
CHEGWIDDEN: You know, commander,
I may not personally know all 750, uh, JAG officers under my command,
but I damn sure would know if one was missing for three weeks.
NCIS will DNA the remains and run them through the military database.
We should shortly know if it's Lieutenant Singer.
Excuse me, sir.
Is there, um, something going on between the commander
and Lieutenant Singer I should know about?
GIBBS: The body was found right here.
I had DiNozzo do a hundred-metre preliminary search,
but I want a search team sent out there first thing in the morning.
Work both sides of the Potomac.
You start at the falls and work your way downstream.
- How far? GIBBS: All the way to the tidal basin
if you have to, Dobbs.
If we're lucky, the purse washed up somewhere.
With this war going on, I can't get enough agents to cover that.
You call Gunnery Sergeant Puller down at Quantico
and you tell him I need a few of his Marines for a little field exercise.
I mean, Puller owes me. He'll send them.
That was Admiral Chegwidden. He couldn't reach Lieutenant Singer.
Her phone in San Diego and cell? Disconnected. And ready for this?
He said she's due to deliver in two weeks.
No. There's no way that body was full term.
TONY: Some women hide it well.
Not that well.
MORROW: Gibbs? - Yes, sir.
Follow me. Your team can tag along.
That's Amad Bin Atwa.
DOBBS: You know your terrorists.
Is he in that hotel?
Uh, if our intel is accurate, he's just completed a tirer un coup.
French for "nooner."
TONY: Is that Heather with the bag?
DOBBS: Who else would have those legs?
MAN 1: The target is standing right beside you.
Get a snap.
[HEATHER SPEAKS IN FRENCH]
MAN 1: Wait.
- Good. MAN 2: Freeze it.
WOMAN: ID matching.
We've got a match.
MAN 2: ID confirmed. Proceed.
[CONVERSING IN FRENCH]
Yeah!
[ALL APPLAUDING]
TONY: Whoo!
Got you.
Amad Bin Atwa supplied money and explosives
to Hasan Mohammed, who executed the attack on the Cole.
They're an al-jihad team that's been together for nine years.
If Bin Atwa gives up Hasan, I want in.
We're not tasked with capturing Hasan.
- My brother died on the Cole. - I know.
Then get me in on this!
You're not here to use NCIS as your personal instrument of revenge.
You get your head around this murder case
or you pull your suit out of mothballs
and you march your butt right back to the J. Edgar Hoover Building.
Am I clear, Agent Blackadder?
Am I clear?
Very, sir.
Do you ever notice how all Marines think they're Dls?
[SIGHS]
We're searching for a Navy purse,
but I want you to mark everything not growing.
If you find anything, flag it and call me.
- Do not touch it. I'll bag it. ALL: Yes, sir.
TONY: How could the vic be full term and not look it?
Well, if she delivered before she died, she'd still appear pregnant.
GIBBS: Thanks. - Ah, Viv could be onto something.
Or maybe it was too much for her. Premature delivery.
Being single. Postpartum depression.
I mean, what if she gave up
and took a header off a bridge above the falls?
With the baby?
What a horrible thought.
Yeah. We need that foetus in utero to match the father's DNA.
What, you think that's cold?
Very.
Good. It means I'm focused.
I hope I'm never that focused.
Well, aside from having no face, heh-heh, you cleaned up pretty good.
All you're gonna smell is a dead gal with a chest cold.
The only unaccounted-for JAG is a Lieutenant Singer.
She's pregnant. Supposedly full term.
Well, then she's not our guest.
- Could she have just delivered? DUCKY: Nope.
Having a good day, Vivian?
Oh, just ducky.
[CHUCKLES]
Oh, the, uh, DNA results will be in shortly.
And then we'll be formally introduced.
We'll need the foetus DNA, Duck.
DUCKY: You think Daddy's the killer?
- She was single. DUCKY: Hmm.
Shame on you.
If we're lucky, the baby's DNA will match somebody at JAG.
It's illegal to use military DNA except to identify the body.
I don't intend to use it in court.
Well, it's still illegal.
That law's gonna change soon, Viv.
Well, it hasn't changed yet.
The politicians have their timetable, I have mine.
Let's not fight, children. We're all on the same team.
Let me show you what I found on the body
before I send them up to Abby.
One cocktail napkin, very water-soaked.
It appears to have something scribbled on it.
Our lieutenant was travelling on American Airlines.
GIBBS: To or from? DUCKY: It's hard to tell.
Worse shape than the napkin.
I can partially make out a destination.
S something N.
Chegwidden said Lieutenant Singer lived in San Diego.
SAN is their airport designation.
San Diego. Have them check her residence, interview neighbours.
Full investigation. Anything else?
Yes. I saved the best for last.
This metallic sliver was embedded in a posterior skull fracture.
Let me show you.
It was, uh, here.
My guess, she was hit on the head with a blunt metal object
then dumped above the falls.
These fractures could've been caused by going over the falls without a barrel.
- Check every bridge. - Viv and I will be out at first light.
You're on your own. She's going with me to JAG.
Come here. Let me show you something.
Viv?
Shall we see how our guest is hiding a full-term foetus?
[PHONE RINGS]
Oh, saved by the bell.
[CHUCKLES]
The Armed Forces DNA Registry has identified the body
as Lieutenant Singer's.
Special Agents Gibbs and Blackadder of NCIS,
they'll be investigating her death.
Admiral, you're letting NCIS take the lead on this?
CHEGWIDDEN: That's correct.
Sir, I recommend we run a concurrent JAGMAN investigation.
CHEGWIDDEN: Request denied.
HARM: Admiral, I think it... - Denied.
She was murdered.
Why would you suspect that, commander?
Uh, you wouldn't be here if it was an accidental death, now, would you?
MAC: Lieutenant Singer was supposed to be in San Diego.
Any idea what she was doing back in D. C?
We were hoping one of you could tell us.
Well, nobody here has seen Lieutenant Singer
since she left in January.
Do you always speak for everyone, Commander Rabb?
CHEGWIDDEN: Agents, uh, Gibbs and Blackadder have requested
to interview each of you individually. I expect your full cooperation.
- How would you like to proceed? - While you're all here,
I'd like to admonish you that discussing testimony with one another
could result in an obstruction of justice charge.
So if you could refrain from discussing our questions or your answers, that...
I think we know the law, Gibbs. We're lawyers.
You know it better than anyone else. Why don't we start with you?
Fine.
Commander Rabb and I have to rework a court schedule.
Anyway, I prefer you start with me. Any problems with that?
- Nope. CHEGWIDDEN: Good.
Give me a few minutes. I'll be right with you.
That will be all.
I thought we called the shots on an investigation.
We do.
So why let the admiral cool Rabb down?
Well, we're gonna let the admiral play the good cop
for about seven minutes.
Have a seat.
CHEGWIDDEN: What went on between you and Singer?
HARM: Nothing, sir. - Nothing my ass!
After that performance in the conference room,
you'd be my prime suspect!
I didn't kill Lieutenant Singer.
I know you didn't kill her.
But you're involved and I wanna know how.
I'd rather not say, sir.
Good God, did you get her pregnant?
Of course not. You didn't get her pregnant.
But you know who did and you're protecting him, aren't you?
I am protecting Lieutenant Singer's privacy, sir.
If she didn't tell anyone who the father was, I'm not gonna speculate.
You're not being more truthful with me that you would be with NCIS.
I'm not gonna lie, admiral.
No, you're a damn good lawyer.
You know how to obfuscate the truth in an interrogation...
[SCOFFS]
[CHUCKLES]
Damn, he's good.
- Sir? - Special Agent Gibbs.
He's got me questioning you.
Hearsay rules don't apply in an interrogation.
I'm duty bound to repeat anything you tell me if he asks.
You really think he's that devious?
Reminds me a lot of you.
Lieutenant Singer requested extended maternity leave in January
and it was granted.
Is that the last contact you had with her?
CHEGWIDDEN: That's correct.
VIV: There was a charge subsequently dropped
by the skipper of the Seahawk of conduct unbecoming.
That's right. She was found to be pregnant while on sea duty.
The skipper suspected an onboard liaison.
She said it happened before she sailed,
but refused to prove it by naming the father.
CHEGWIDDEN: That's correct. - Why'd the skipper drop the charges?
I assume he believed her.
GIBBS: Or Colonel MacKenzie.
You sent her, too, to investigate Lieutenant Singer, didn't you?
- You know that. It's in that file. - It's not in this file.
This is Commander Rabb's file.
You sent him to the Seahawk too?
Separate investigation.
He and Lieutenant Singer even departed together.
CHEGWIDDEN: Pure coincidence.
She was on her way back to Washington,
he was on his way to assignment in Naples.
I'll bet they conversed on the COD.
I'm sure they did. I have, uh, no idea what they said.
- He didn't mention it? - No, he didn't. Neither did she.
Why don't we save ourselves some time, what do you say?
The only thing Commander Rabb told me
was that he did not murder Lieutenant Singer
and has no idea who did.
[WOMAN GRUNTS]
[SPLASHING]
[BRAKES SCREECH]
MAN: Ziploc this in the bag... - Dobbs, did you find her purse?
Nope, just enough junk for a garage sale.
I doubt any of it ties into your case, but I'm not taking any chances.
The Marines I sent find you?
Oh, yeah, guarding the area. Didn't even ask when they're relieved.
Hey, after Quantico, this is a vacation.
Ha, ha, I got it.
Before you go out tomorrow, buy a purse at the Navy Exchange,
soak it in mud and turn it in.
[BOTH CHUCKLE]
DOBBS: Blackadder doesn't know? - Know what?
DOBBS: Gibbs is the best interrogator we got.
They loosen Bin Atwa, director's gonna send him in.
The question is, is he gonna take Agent Blackadder with him?
I hope not because that would make him a good guy in her eyes
and frankly, I think she's just starting to like me.
[ROCK MUSIC PLAYING OVER SPEAKERS]
TONY: Is that number two or three today?
If you must know, it's number four.
- I brought you a little present. - Hmm.
And you wonder why you're still single.
Is this blood from our vic?
I hope so. How long before we get a DNA?
Let's see what ABO typing says first.
TONY: Are you redecorating?
I thought I'd brighten the place up a bit.
Did you take these?
Yeah.
That's a cross section of what a 12-gauge did to an L3 to L5.
TONY: Shotgun-shattered backbone? - Yeah.
The middle one there's a cross section of an ice pick to a cerebellum.
- Duodenum. - Yeah.
I like to call it Duodenum with a lye chaser.
It's a sad end of a Drano drinker.
You need to get out more, Abby.
Is that an invite?
Could the father be someone from right here at JAG?
Heh, oh, God, no. No.
Nobody here would be dumb enough to get involved with Lieutenant Singer.
Uh, I mean, she's not an unattractive woman, but...
You don't think it's me, do you?
Should we?
I did not have sex with that woman.
That's not the best choice of words there, lieutenant.
Oh, I know.
I know, but, no, believe me. It wasn't me.
Yeah, we know that.
So who was it?
I'm the last person to ask that. I'm new here.
What does your intuition tell you?
Not to answer questions that I don't know the answers to.
Spoken like a lawyer at a deposition there, commander.
It wasn't someone from JAG.
And how would you know that?
The bartender at Benzinger's.
He told me that Singer was seeing a civilian before she shipped out.
Did you know that Commander Rabb asked Commander Manetti
to ferret out who Lieutenant Singer was seeing prior to her deployment?
What?
If he wasn't part of your investigation, why would he do that?
Colonel?
I have no idea.
You'll have to ask Commander Rabb.
Wait, why didn't we question him?
- That what the FBI would've done? - Damn right.
Yeah, well, they wear suits and ties too.
They may wear suits and ties, but they share the playbook.
Look, Rabb ran an unofficial investigation
into Lieutenant Singer's love life.
Why didn't we slap him in a room, read his rights and go for the jugular?
Because he is JAG's fair-haired boy.
Oh, that gets him a pass on a murder investigation?
He's the best prosecutor and defender they have.
Oh, please. I'm in awe.
Well, you should be.
We start questioning Rabb, we don't have the pieces to the puzzle,
he'll pull an O.J. On us and won't need a slick defence lawyer to do it.
Feeling, uh, really, really stupid, Gibbs.
Yeah.
You're just a little behind the learning curve.
[PHONE RINGS]
[SERGEI SPEAKS IN RUSSIAN]
[IN ENGLISH] Brother, how are you?
Hey, I'm good. I'm good. How's your fiancée?
SERGEI: Galina's wonderful.
[CHUCKLES]
But, uh, a little crazy making plans for the wedding.
What is wrong, brother?
Sergei, did you see Loren Singer when you were in D.C. Three weeks ago?
SERGEI: Loren? No.
MAC: Did you talk to her on the phone?
Not since that night you made her call me about the baby.
You believe her when she told you it wasn't yours?
SERGEI: Yes.
Is she now saying the baby is mine?
Lieutenant Singer was murdered three weeks ago, Sergei.
Murdered?
[SPEAKS IN RUSSIAN]
[IN ENGLISH] You think I did it?
HARM: No, of course not.
But the investigators might if they believe you were the father
and you were in town when she was murdered.
Always the big brother, huh?
Always protecting me.
HARM: Hey, that's what big brothers are for.
ABBY: We'll do a full DNA for court,
but the ABO shows a match. It's type AB.
I'd say the blood you found is Lieutenant Singer's.
GIBBS: Good job. - Thanks, Gibbs.
GIBBS: I was talking to Abby.
ABBY: There's more.
Here.
VIV: Benzinger's. - What's that, a magic word?
That's a bar in Falls Church where Lieutenant Singer used to hang out.
A bar goes with the chem. Analysis I did of the stomach contents.
Based on the degree of digestion,
she died within two hours of her last snack. And I do mean snack.
Hey, yeah, yeah. "Thiamine mononitrate, riboflavin,
folic acid, vegetable oil..."
"Peanuts, pretzels, crackers." It's a bar mix.
Hey, what's the 13-digit number?
GIBBS: It's a Moscow cell-phone number.
VIV: How do you know?
If I can't ID a Moscow number after six months undercover,
the taxpayers should get their money back.
You know how to trace the number fast?
Oh, yeah.
Through the FBI.
I guess that will work too.
I've got more goodies.
- I've got the name off the airline ticket. TONY: We got that.
And the destination.
TONY: Yeah, we got that too.
ABBY: And the departure date. - Early April.
[IMITATES BUZZER TONE]
- January 6th. - No, it's gotta be April 6th.
No, Gibbs. You just need young eyes. That's a one, not a four.
- That's a one? ABBY: Yeah!
So she missed her flight.
Tony, she got whacked.
No, not three months ago.
DUCKY: Actually, three months is probably quite accurate.
I'm afraid our victim was in the Potomac at least that long.
What, racking up frequent floater miles?
Being an ice queen.
She was frozen.
Hey, I got a suspect.
Manetti said the Benzinger's bartender
told her Singer was seeing a civilian before she shipped out, right?
Well, that Moscow cell is registered to a Sergei Zhukov.
I'm running an Immigration check.
He was in the States when Singer got pregnant.
Left two days before she shipped out.
And returned for just 48 hours three weeks ago.
[SIGHS]
What?
Lieutenant Singer was murdered months ago.
Crosscheck Zhukov's cell-phone number and Rabb's number.
GIBBS: Hey, Adey, it's Gibbs. I need to speak to the director.
I won't have to.
Zhukov's green-card sponsor was Commander Harmon Rabb.
They're half brothers.
MORROW: Are you making progress on the JAG murder?
GIBBS: Yes, sir.
MORROW: Who's your prime suspect?
GIBBS: A JAG officer.
MORROW: Damn.
We have to work with these people.
Not a senior officer, I hope.
- Do I know him? - Yes, sir.
I believe you do.
MORROW: Are you gonna tell me his name?
Commander Harmon Rabb.
I couldn't be more stunned if you told me it was Admiral Chegwidden.
- Are you certain? - Not 100 percent.
From the information we're gathering, we know he's deeply involved.
I don't need to tell you the implications if you're wrong.
That's why I'm moving slowly.
Don't move too slowly.
NSA decrypts indicate...
[SIGHS]
...al-jihad is poised to launch another grey-hull attack.
What ship?
Only Hasan Mohammed knows.
Not Bin Atwa?
The boys up the river tell me al-jihad is limiting target data to the executor.
I need you to break Bin Atwa.
When do I leave?
As soon as you wrap up the JAG murder.
With all due respect, director,
breaking him is a lot more important than unwrapping a murder.
Well, if this involved anyone other than JAG, I'd agree.
All I can tell you...
...is do both.
Fast.
DOBBS: Anybody who finds that purse gets a steak dinner on me.
Check down there by the water.
ABBY: How'd you find her wheels?
TONY: DMV check.
It's been sitting in the impound lot since January.
Let your fingers do the talking.
Why'd they tow it?
It was abandoned in a lot at Great Falls.
Any of those prints large enough to be a man's?
Yep. Whoever was riding shotgun.
How fast can you run them?
Usually takes about 12 hours.
But for a dinner...
Get me an ID in two and I'll make it Café Atlántico.
Sweet.
Hey, what have you got?
Oh, plenty.
San Diego found Singer took a furnished rental on Coronado Island,
ordered a phone installed, and never showed.
And get this.
No credit card or bank-account activity
since she picked up $200 at a Falls Church ATM on Jan 4.
Narrows the murder date between the 4th of January
and missed flight on the 6th.
Abby's pulled a man's prints from her car. She's running them.
Check with Ducky. See if those coincide with the autopsy.
- Got it. - Come on, lover boy. Come on.
- Where are we going? GIBBS: Benzinger's to get a drink.
They get drinks and I get Ducky.
DUCKY: All of her cells were ruptured from freezing.
When the Potomac thawed, she thawed.
That's why the crows only got your face.
Your arms and legs were encapsulated in ice.
VIV: Could she have died between the 4th and 6th of January?
The development of the foetus is consistent with those dates.
- Ducky? - Yeah?
You didn't match Rabb's DNA to the foetus, did you?
I didn't have to.
We didn't always have DNA, you know.
Well, we didn't always have television.
You're too young to remember,
but in many ways, radio was much more fascinating.
VIV: Okay... - You had to use imagination.
Ducky, why didn't you have to?
I checked Commander Rabb's blood type. That's legal.
There's no way he could have fathered the girl.
- Girl. - Yeah.
Are you sure you won't have dinner with me tonight, Viv?
Oh, Ducky, you're disgusting.
The pursuit of sex is an affirmation of life, Vivian.
That's why older men are so lascivious.
I'm talking about your lack of respect for the dead.
I have the utmost respect for the dead.
That's obvious from the way you speak to them.
If you were dead, wouldn't it be nice
if you were spoken to rather than about?
But her soul isn't...
...in this.
Perhaps not.
But I've always felt a presence when conducting an autopsy,
especially with murder victims.
I couldn't understand why the crows didn't touch her hands and feet.
Suddenly, I saw myself in a block of ice with only my head exposed.
Your subconscious solved the problem.
Then shouldn't I have envisaged the lieutenant in a block of ice?
Hey. Hey, why don't we discuss that over dinner? Hmm?
Not tonight.
She didn't say no.
Just not tonight.
GIBBS: We had a conversation with the bartender at Benzinger's.
He recalls you being there one evening in January.
I was at Benzinger's a couple of times in January, sir.
This night, you were in a booth
behind Commander Rabb and Lieutenant Singer.
[CHUCKLES]
I make an effort not to listen in on other people's conversations.
No, this conversation was so heated
it got the bartender's attention across the room.
I may have heard a few things.
HARM [ON MONITOR]: What makes you think that I would be involved
in any other way than professionally with Lieutenant Singer?
GIBBS: You're more comfortable asking questions
than you are answering them, huh?
HARM: I guess I'm not used to being a suspect.
GIBBS: Suspect? Who said you were a suspect?
Have I read you your Article 31 rights?
HARM: No, you haven't.
Which means you're playing a very risky game, gunny.
I'm not smart enough to play risky games
with a lawyer of your calibre, Rabb.
That's Commander Rabb or commander or sir, gunny.
I believe as a reservist, you're still technically in the Marine Corps.
I am an NCIS special agent
and I don't have to salute you or sir you
or give you any military courtesy.
But you know that.
So who's playing the games here?
[HIGH FREQUENC Y NOISE PLAYS OVER HEADPHONES]
Quite the control freak.
Well, that makes two of us.
[INAUDIBLE DIALOGUE]
TONY: Hey, hey.
Dobbs is coming in with a cover he found in the woods below the falls.
A cover just like that one.
HARM: Since I'm not a suspect,
I see no reason to continue wasting my time here.
I wonder how the admiral will feel about his top JAG not responding
to an investigation into the death of one of his officers?
[SIGHS]
JESSIE [OVER PHONE]: Hello? - Jessie?
One coffee, black.
Make that two, Jessie. Thank you.
HARM: I don't know who fathered Lieutenant Singer's baby
and I don't know who murdered her.
So, what else, Gibbs?
What did your investigation show?
Uh, you were there.
The admiral ordered me to stay out of this.
Oh, I'm referring to the investigation you gave Commander Manetti
to do on Lieutenant Singer's love life prior to her deployment.
Oops.
Yeah. Without reading his rights, we're gonna lose all this in court.
No, we've got this stuff, Viv. Gibbs is setting Rabb up.
HARM: Well, Colonel MacKenzie's investigation
into Lieutenant Singer's pregnancy wasn't going well.
Mac and I are old friends, I thought I'd help.
Reasonable answer.
Yeah, the truth usually is.
So you wouldn't mind giving us a DNA sample?
For what purpose?
- Paternity test. - I didn't even like Lieutenant Singer.
I wouldn't say that during a murder investigation.
No, you can't have my DNA.
- If you're not guilty... - General principle.
Okay. No DNA.
When was the last time you saw Lieutenant Singer?
Early January, before she went to San Diego.
What did you talk about?
HARM: We swapped the usual lies between two officers
- who have nothing in common. - Here it comes.
- That was the first week in January? - That sounds about right.
- That was the last time? - That's what I said.
At Benzinger's?
Oh, buggered.
So Rabb's prints are all over Singer's convertible.
HARM: Who told you we were at Benzinger's?
GIBBS: You did meet her there, didn't you?
HARM: Yeah.
[KNOCKING ON DOOR]
GIBBS: Yo?
Who's prompting you from behind the mirror?
Do you recognise that?
Should I?
You dialled it often enough.
Well, I call so many numbers.
It's your brother's cell-phone number in Moscow.
Immigration records show
he was here when Singer got pregnant and again three weeks ago.
Sergei did not kill Lieutenant Singer.
- He the father? - She said he wasn't.
- He believed her? - Yeah.
- But you didn't. - I'm not sure.
The important thing is he believed her.
And he swears to me he hasn't spoken to her
or seen her since early January when she called.
Why would he give Singer his Moscow number?
I did that. I wrote it on a napkin at Benzinger's...
Commander, you are suspected of having committed the act of murder.
- What? - You have the right to remain silent.
You think I killed Singer?
GIBBS: Any statement you make
could be used against you in a court-martial.
I know my Article 31 rights. I waive them.
- You have right to consult a lawyer. HARM: I waive them.
- She used to be FBI. - This may be a civilian retained by...
- How long you been doing this? - Nineteen years.
Can you tell if someone's guilty by their eyes?
- I can. - Yeah? Well, look in mine.
Ask me.
Would you kill for your brother?