What took you so long? I was in bed.
I was gonna sleep in. It's Sunday morning.
When'd you get into town?
Yesterday. Hmm.
"Yesterday." So, why didn't you call,
tell me you were coming?
What about a hug?
You look good.
Let's get a taxi.
What? Where are we going?
Brunch.
Great French bistro
over in Georgetown.
Well, I could've met you there.
Why did...? We could...
What are you up to?
I've got some great news.
Oh. Tell me.
Patience, Junior.
Wait till we get to the restaurant.
I don't think so.
Dad, tell me.
Sorry.
No problem.
Commander! Huh?
You have a second? Not really.
I'm running late.
NCIS. Got to ask you a question.
Coming, Junior? Hold on.
Dad, I've got to...
Hey!
Dad, stay there!
Hey!
Back off, pal!
Whoa.
Easy.
What the hell's going on?
No!
♪ NCIS 11x16 ♪ Dressed to Kill Original Air Date on March 4, 2014
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♪
All right. Done.
Thanks, Tim.
When I've bagged that other hand,
we'll prepare him for transportation.
If Mr. Palmer ever gets here.
Did you find any I.D.?
His pockets were curiously empty
except for these.
Keys.
Sorry it took so long,
Dr. Mallard. I had to let Breena know
I wouldn't be able to join her parents for lunch.
We're all suffering from Sunday Interruptus,
Mr. Palmer.
It just struck me as strange.
The stripes on his sleeve were those of a lieutenant commander,
but the ones embroidered on his visor
were full commander.
Who notices something like that?
Mr. DiNozzo.
Please, just give us a minute.
Sorry.
It was weird.
He just didn't fit the profile
of a Navy officer, you know?
He came out of the hotel.
He didn't put his cover on. His shoes--
I mean, they were scuffed, not polished.
You know what? I think you're right, Tony.
I ran the victim's print.
He's not in any military database.
Hang on. Let's first find out
who he is and what he was doing
impersonating a Navy officer, all right?
Hotel's cameras aren't gonna be any help.
Could just be a coincidence, but the whole system
- crashed about an hour ago. - Rule number 39.
No such thing as a coincidence, Bishop.
Ah, Bishop.
Go corral Tony's father, will you?
He is the only eyewitness and needs to be isolated.
Every time he comes to...
I got there just in time to see my son shoot the guy.
Excuse me. Mr. DiNozzo?
You need to come with me. Where are we going?
Well, you shouldn't be talking to anyone
You the new agent that, uh, Junior told me about?
Yes, Ellie Bishop.
Are you okay? A bit shaken.
It's not every day you see
someone shot by your own son.
That must have been terrifying.
Junior's description didn't do you justice.
Oh.
Thank you.
All right, Mr. DiNozzo...
Oh, God.
Coyle's going to head up the IG investigation?
Sure looks like it.
Any witnesses?
Just one.
My father.
Messy.
I knew Junior carried a gun,
but I never realized that his job was so dangerous.
He could've been killed.
But he wasn't.
The other man died.
I need you to concentrate.
Think back.
Who drew their gun first?
I honestly don't know.
When I got there,
the gun was pointed at me.
Did the victim say anything?
No, I-I don't think so.
And your son
just shot him?
Yeah.
But...
But what? Oh...
Oh, Junior had the gun pointed at him.
I thought you said the gun was pointed at you.
You're trying to confuse me, huh?
No, I'm not, Mr. DiNozzo.
I'm trying to find the truth.
I talked to the hotel's I.T. guy.
Someone accessed their server from outside the building
and crashed all their security cameras.
They're still not up.
We should go back to the hotel and show
the bogus commander's photo around.
I'm sure somebody must have seen him.
DiNozzo, you are benched until you're cleared by the IG.
The IG.
Speak of the devil.
You're up, DiNozzo.
You look tired.
Ah, it's been a difficult morning.
Ichabod Crane says I can't leave town.
I hope he doesn't mind if I go back to the hotel.
- Bishop? - Hmm?
Come on, Mr. DiNozzo.
I'll drive you.
Oh, that'd be nice.
Oh, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.
Hey!
Abigail.
Look at this outfit.
Well, it was Sunday. I was at church.
How are you?
How about a hug? It's my specialty.
Oh, I'm feeling better already.
Abbs?
You here for a reason?
We'll catch up later. Okay.
Yes. Where's Tony?
I can't wait to tell him what I found.
What? Well, I ran the dead guy's prints
through AFIS and I got a hit.
And Tony's head is going to explode. Why?
Well, he's a private investigator.
Oh. Tony's gonna be doing
bad Bogart impressions for a week.
Do not tell Tony. Oh, no.
He'll know.
As soon as he hears the name.
It's not just anybody.
It's Nick Bodeen.
He was the infamous private investigator
of all the rich and powerful.
What was he doing in a Navy uniform?
How much longer is this gonna take?
As long as I think necessary.
What is your problem?
What more do you want?
You were off-duty.
And fired at a man who didn't fire at you.
This isn't going to just go away.
It was justified.
Because the guy was an impostor.
And you knew that because the stripes on his sleeve
didn't match the scrambled eggs on his hat?
Yeah. I'm a trained investigator.
I observe things.
And based on that, you drew your weapon...
No!
I drew my weapon
because he drew his first.
Well, then I have a problem.
The only witness
still alive, your own father,
wasn't sure that it happened that way.
Great.
What did he say?
Okay, look.
Dad looks great.
'Cause he's got the DiNozzo genes.
But his memory is not what it used to be.
He's getting older.
Do I need to go over the restrictions
of being on administrative duty?
You're enjoying this a little too much, aren't you, Eugene?
Just doing my job.
You make me feel guilty, Jake.
Ask your brother. Maybe he wants to go.
I have no idea how late I'll be.
I'll... I'll call you when I know more.
Love you, too.
Standing your husband up?
Yeah.
We have tickets
to the Kennedy Center tonight.
Bought them three months ago.
Yeah, I just had to explain to Delilah
why I can't make her the dinner I promised her tonight.
Okay. Let me hear it.
Uh, Bodeen's a real loser.
Guy had a real rise and fall.
He was a Metro cop,
quickly became a detective,
then turned private investigator.
He became first choice among influential
lobbyists and lawyers.
But Bodeen's methods were always suspect,
and caught up with him when he was prosecuted
for wiretapping in a corporate espionage case.
He escaped conviction with a hung jury.
There's a rumor,
never proven, that he bought one of the jurors.
After that scandal, he became a pariah.
Lost the big accounts and pretty much dropped out of sight.
Until this morning.
McGee, find me a judge who will issue a warrant
to search Bodeen's residence and office.
Boss, it's Sunday.
On it.
Hey, how'd it go with Coyle?
That guy's a total dork.
Anything on the dead guy?
We're working on it. Where's my dad?
I took him back to the Adams House.
Yeah, yeah.
Yeah, I'll be right down.
I've always been fascinated by private detectives.
Yes, I would venture that's because you've been influenced
by the great literary British detectives.
Sherlock Holmes, Jane Marple.
They were all intelligent.
Cultured.
Articulate, refined.
Not shady and unethical.
Like this hustler.
This miscreant.
I like Ace Ventura.
Who? The Pet Detective.
Anyone that helps animals is at the top
of my detective list. Hey.
I thought you said that Bodeen
did not fire his weapon at Tony.
Yeah. Well...
there is a bullet missing
from his gun's magazine.
And we did a GSR test.
Yes, and based on the amount
of residue on his right hand,
Bodeen fired his weapon quite recently.
- When? - Like...
this morning.
What is he up to?
I've been calling my father's cell.
He's not answering. It goes straight to voice mail.
Huh. Try the hotel. Oh, I did.
They said he's not registered there.
He never was.
Why would he tell me he was staying at the Adams House?
I just dropped him off there. I mean,
there's got to be a simple explanation.
You don't know him.
He seems very sweet.
And concerned about you.
Don't be seduced by his charm.
He's self-centered.
He's a one-man wrecking crew.
He leaves disaster in his wake.
Come on. You're exaggerating.
McGee?
He can be difficult. Hmm.
McGee.
Go back to the Adams House.
The victim's weapon was fired this morning.
He was exiting the hotel just before he was shot.
You go back there, and you conduct
a room-to-room search.
Am I allowed to take backup?
DiNozzo, you're not going anywhere.
Did you get that list from housekeeping?
Yeah. There are 11 rooms with "do not disturb" signs
that the staff hasn't entered today. Two on this floor.
What if we check them all out and don't find anything?
Well, then we have to search all 424 rooms at this hotel.
Mmm! We'll be here all night.
I'm gonna have one very unhappy husband.
- Well... - Wow! You went all out.
I'm here to please.
That's Tony's father.
Who's he with?
After you.
Thanks. Let's get you comfortable.
I'll... No, no, no, no.
This is so wonderful!
Do we tell Tony?
No. Experience has told me it is best
not to get involved in DiNozzo family affairs.
Come on.
Preliminary autopsy report.
Let me guess. He was shot.
Put it on Gibbs' desk.
Red jack on a black queen.
Oh, yeah.
Thank you.
Hey, who'd be calling on a Sunday night?
I'm gonna get it.
Special Agent McGee's desk.
Yes.
Oh, yeah.
Hold on.
I will make sure that he knows.
Thank you.
Uh-huh. Thanks.
What was that about?
That was the court clerk.
The judge just signed the search warrant
for Nick Bodeen's residence and offices.
What are you talking about, Nick Bodeen?
Tony, don't you know who you shot?
That was Nick Bodeen, the private eye.
Federal agents.
I think we really disturbed that last couple.
Yeah. Looked like they hadn't been out of the room in days.
Mmm. Wouldn't want to be the housekeeper
who has to clean up that mess.
Hello?
McGee...
Wouldn't want to have to clean up that mess, either.
Time of death, between 9:30 and 10:00 this morning.
That's consistent with Bodeen's confrontation
with Tony out front.
We know that was at 9:50.
Two separate shootings on a Sunday.
I think that's a record for us.
Contents of the wallet say he's Michael Elliot,
but he checked into the hotel under an alias.
I'll bag the pillow,
but do I have to collect all the feathers?
Yeah.
Oh.
She's a probie.
Besides, Tony did a whole lot worse to me.
Michael Walden Elliot
was bo in Montpelier, Vermont.
He graduated magna cum laude from Brown University
four years ago, then got his master's
at the McCourt School of Public Policy at Georgetown.
He's worked on the staff of
U.S. Senator Denise O'Hara ever since.
I like her. She's smart, well-respected,
a ranking member of the Senate Appropriations Committee.
But I guess you already know that.
Though not the part about how I like her.
Michael Elliot was single
and lived alone in Dupont Circle.
The hotel front desk only issued one card key,
and there was no forced entry.
Therefore, he must have let Bodeen in.
Charades.
Why the Navy uniform?
Any connection between these two?
I've got the warrant.
I'm going to Bodeen's office.
Maybe I can find something there.
I'll do a matrix
of their cell phone, e-mails, credit cards;
see if their paths crossed anywhere. Where is DiNozzo?
He was trying to hook up with his father.
Gibbs said you have something for me.
Yes, I do.
I told him that I wanted to show you myself.
To prove to you that Agent DiNozzo's instinct was correct.
What is with you people? I'm not the enemy.
I'm conducting a mandatory,
agent-involved-shooting investigation.
Well, I don't like it when people mess with my team.
Follow me.
The bullet on the right
is the one that killed Michael Elliot in his hotel room.
The bullet on the left,
I test-fired into my ballistics tank.
It's from Bodeen's gun, the same gun he pointed at Tony.
And they match.
Agent DiNozzo did not have that knowledge.
All he was going on was a mismatched Navy uniform.
You just don't get it.
Bodeen is the bad guy,
not Tony.
Leave my lab. We're done here.
Hey, McGee.
Put the piece away, would you?
Tony, what the hell are you doing here?
Who even told you about Bodeen?
Chillax. Shut the door.
You know, if Gibbs finds out about this, you're screwed.
Well, he'll only find out if you tell him.
How'd you even get in here? Picked the lock.
It's no problem, right?
We got a warrant.
Come on, kid.
We're talking about Nick Bodeen.
A regular Sam Spade.
This guy, great private dick.
Rubbed elbows with the rich and powerful
from all around the world.
Sort of a classic
Warner Brothers set deck, you know,
noir atmosphere.
Yeah, except it's all phony.
It's fake, just like him.
Would you take that hat off?
When Bodeen was on his game, it was a great life.
Until it all came crashing down around him.
I wonder how he paid his rent.
He didn't.
Unpaid bills.
He was three months late. Huh.
Well, if you're gonna here,
might as well take some pictures.
Oh, his keys. Excellent.
I was looking for these.
This is the only door I couldn't open.
Pin and tumbler lock. Heavy duty...
Pick and bump-proof.
What?
Whoa, check this out.
Wow.
Look at all this surveillance,
eavesdropping equipment.
I feel like Gene Hackman in The Conversation.
This thing has six quad-core processors in it.
Yeah.
What does that mean?
If you want to hack into a hotel's security system,
this would be what you want.
Oh.
I spoke with Senator O'Hara's chief of staff.
He said their office is in total shock,
but he cleared time for you to meet with her this afternoon.
So who's the officer we're meeting with?
Commander Lionel Saxon. He works at the Pentagon.
Called in, said he has information
regarding Michael Elliot. I brought him up here.
That's all right, isn't it?
Commander, Special Agent Gibbs.
You asked to see me?
Yes, I did.
Please, have a seat.
Thank you.
When I heard about Michael Elliot's
murder, I thought I should contact you.
How do you know him? I don't.
I got a call from him Friday at my office.
He, um, sounded nervous.
Didn't want to talk on the phone
or come to the Pentagon.
Wouldn't meet in public.
Suggested a room at the Adams House.
Any idea what he wanted to talk about?
None. I thought about it.
The only connection I can think of
is that I helped prepare a report for a committee
that his boss, Senator O'Hara, chairs.
But I never dealt with or met Elliot.
What was the subject of the report?
I assessed the strategic military value
of several U.S. Navy ports of call in Asia.
Did you go to the hotel to meet him, Commander?
Yeah, but there was a commotion in front when I arrived.
I had trouble getting in.
I didn't learn until later that it was your investigation.
What time was that?
I was supposed to meet him at 10:00,
but I was a few minutes late.
Uh, when I got to the room, I knocked, but no one answered.
There was a "do not disturb" sign on the door.
I waited anyway.
About 15 minutes, then left.
I really don't know any more,
but I thought I should tell you. Appreciate it.
If you think of anything else, Commander, give us a call, huh?
Can I ask you something, Agent Gibbs? Sure.
The man killed in front of the hotel,
he was a naval officer?
He was impersonating one.
Are the two deaths connected?
Kind of looking that way.
You think he was impersonating me?
Any luck?
No.
I've tried every combination:
you know, his birthday, Social Security number,
address, phone number. Nothing's working.
Well, we'll... I'll get it back to Abby.
She'll be able to get it open.
Gibbs say he was gonna join you here?
Mr. Bodeen?
I'll handle this.
Wait-- no.
Tony, no.
Shh.
Wow.
Come on.
Can I help you? I, uh...
I talked to you on the phone last week.
Ah, yes.
Of course.
Uh, your voice is... Remind me, Miss...
Oh, Allen. Liz Allen.
Oh, yeah, right.
And we were talking about...
I think my husband's having an affair.
Unbelievable.
Guy would have to be nuts to cheat on a dame like you.
Hold up.
That's, um, one of my operatives.
Excuse me. Okay.
Who are you?
Federal officer, NCIS.
I'd like to ask you a few questions.
Dad, where have you been?
I'll explain, uh...
Meet me in the hotel bar.
Afternoon.
NCIS.
Special Agents Gibbs and Bishop.
Uh, yes, the senator is expecting you.
Let me tell her you've arrived.
The NCIS agents are here.
Yes, ma'am.
She'll be right with you.
Why don't you have a seat?
You all right, Jennifer?
Not... really.
It's been a tough morning.
Um, Michael Elliot was a very special person.
You close to him?
We started working here at about the same time.
Agents,
Will Pritchard, Chief of Staff. Come on in.
The senator is due at a subcommittee meeting,
but insisted on making time for you.
Why would someone shoot Michael?
It doesn't make any sense.
You notice any changes in him lately?
Anything bothering him?
To be truthful, I didn't deal directly
with him that much, but Will did.
Good kid,
followed through on everything.
Great with detail.
Excuse me. We'll be leaving in a minute.
Thank you. Don't worry.
Did he work on any sensitive
or classified issues?
No, uh, mostly he just worked with constituents from the state
who had requests or problems.
We'll need access to his office computer and files.
Absolutely. Will?
Would you please call Jennifer?
May I ask,
do you have any suspects?
We do.
Do you know if Michael Elliot
had any connection to a man named Nick Bodeen?
The private investigator?
Oh, come on. You're not serious.
I mean, no, there's no way
that an intelligent young man like Michael Elliot
would have anything to do
with such a... disreputable character.
I'm sorry, uh, you'll have to excuse us.
The senator is late
for a committee meeting.
Keep me posted, Agent Gibbs.
And if you have any more questions,
don't hesitate to call.
Oh, Jennifer,
would you please help these agents?
Make sure that they have everything they need.
Yes, ma'am.
Junior.
So, where have you been?
Why didn't you answer your phone?
I've been busy.
Busy?
Where are you staying?
Here, at the hotel.
You're not registered here.
I'm staying with a friend. Who?
In due time, Junior, in due time.
You need a drink.
No, I don't.
What the hell is going on with you?
I'm worried about you.
You're worried about me?
I'm worried about you.
You're the one that shot a man yesterday.
You could've been killed, Junior.
Well, I'm fine. Look, Dad, that is part of my job.
Well, maybe it's time you thought about
getting another career. Don't change the subject.
Now, what are you doing in Washington?
Come clean with me.
What's this great news that you were gonna
tell me about before we were interrupted?
You call shooting a man an "interruption"?
Dad.
I found my soul mate.
I'm getting married.
This is interesting.
What?
What...
Oh, are you talking to me?
You said something.
I did?
Out loud?
What do you got?
Uh...
Senator O'Hara's staff
has been focused on a budget cut bill
that would close several U.S. ports of call in Asia.
Now, Commander Saxon told us he was asked
to prepare a report assessing the military value
of several Asian ports of call
visited by U.S. Navy ships. Well, makes sense.
You wouldn't want to close one of strategic importance.
Think that's what Michael Elliot wanted
to talk to the commander about? It could be.
The bill is to be voted on this week.
Commander Saxon said Elliot sounded desperate.
You find your father?
Oh, yeah.
Where was he?
He's staying at the Adams House Hotel.
He's in a room registered to his fiancée.
He's getting married?
Yeah, well...
it's not like we haven't...
been through that a few times before.
Did you meet your future stepmom?
No.
Do you know anything about her?
No. Oh. No.
Drives me crazy.
He's just...
Who's like that?
Wants me to meet her first.
I don't know.
What's that face?
What do you know, Bishop? Uh...
No, uh, why-why would I know anything?
Yeah, Abbs, I'll be right down.
McGee?
Tim?
Timothy McGee!
Don't be stupid, probie.
I can make your life miserable.
Just ask McGee.
We saw your father at the hotel with a woman.
And?
And... she's very beautiful.
And?
Very young.
And, uh...
she's very pregnant.
I'm almost in. You getting anywhere?
No. All of Bodeen's clients' names and records
are encrypted.
There's also a ton of audio files,
but they're unreadable. Well, take a break.
Come here. I could use your help.
Put these on.
All right.
Now, when you hear a click,
pull up on the handle.
All right.
.357 Magnum.
It's loaded.
and the serial number's been filed off.
It's a cheap prepaid burn phone.
Eureka.
"Royal Bank of Macao."
Holy Macao, McGee.
That's... curious.
How much is there?
Just under $48,000.
Probably was 50.
There were some bills missing from one of the packs.
Why Macao?
Maybe Bodeen is a gambler.
That's what the place is known for.
It surpassed Vegas as the gambling capital
of the world years ago.
Hey, you gonna get that? No.
Well, then turn it off. It's my father.
He's trying to set up a dinner for tonight
so that I can meet my future stepmother.
Get a hold of State Department.
See if he's ever been to Macao. Okay.
Bodeen's been to Macao.
Who told you about Bodeen?
Uh, Eugene.
Loose lips on that guy.
How do you know
Bodeen's been to Macao?
Hmm?
Oh, how would I know that?
Uh, McGee?
What?
Remember you took pictures in his office?
Yeah.
And then you put them on the plasma.
And then I-I was like, "Hey, look at that".
Remember? 'Cause I was like...
Put those pictures back up there again.
'Cause I said to him, I was like, "Those...
Look at, uh, the detail".
Oh, yeah, that one right there.
Make that one bigger. Make it bigger.
"Nick, thanks for a great job. Calvin Ling,
Macao, 2011."
Find out who Calvin Ling is.
DiNozzo, good job.
Thank you, boss.
Gibbs?
I'm in the basement.
I brought you a bottle of Scotch.
Thanks for seeing me, Gibbs.
What's on your mind?
Uh, Junior and I have hit a...
another rough patch.
You think? You've been more
of a father to him than I have in the last 12 years.
He respects you,
values your advice.
Cheers.
It thought that we
were finally at a point of connecting.
I...
I'm in the best place I've been in for 30 years.
And I want him to be a part of it, and now,
I can't even get him on the phone.
So what would you like me to do about that?
I'd appreciate it very much
if you'd talk to him.
He'll listen to you.
Yeah, well, what do you want me to say?
That you're marrying a girl
young enough to be your granddaughter?
And you got her pregnant? How do you expect him
to react to that?
What are you talking about?
You were spotted, chief, at the hotel
with your pregnant fiancée.
Oh, my... no, no, no, no, no.
That-that was Taylor,
my fiancée's daughter.
We wanted to announce our engagement
to our kids at the same time.
That's why we're in Washington.
Well, you better straighten it out. Call him.
Straight to voice mail.
Oh, we're up. Morning, boss.
What if I told you that we could tie Bodeen to Senator O'Hara?
- You telling me? - This is the burn phone
we found in Bodeen's safe.
In the last several weeks,
he made 17 calls
to a cell phone registered to O'Hara.
Hey! Tell me about him.
Uh, Calvin Ling, 46.
Was born in Hong Kong but now resides in Macao.
A street hustler who made his fortune gambling
before he was 25.
He invested well.
Has substantial holdings throughout Asia,
including controlling interest in a casino.
More pertinent to our investigation,
Ling owns a service company
that sells fuel and supplies to U.S. Navy vessels
in several Asian ports.
If Senator O'Hara's committee
eliminates those ports of call,
Ling stands to lose a fortune.
Find out how strategic the ports are
that Ling services for us.
Bishop, get a hold of Commander Saxon.
Could the money in Bodeen's safe
have been to buy influence with O'Hara?
She took a bribe,
Michael Elliot found out about it,
but was killed by Bodeen
before he could blow the whistle.
Yeah, well, we better be right if we're gonna accuse
one of the most powerful women on the Hill of bribery.
Mr. Elliot, you missed your massage this morning.
I'm sorry. I've... I've got a lot on my mind right now.
That's why you need a massage.
Well, I'm sorry. I am going to have to charge you.
What am I listening to?
I finally decrypted
our private eye's audio files.
Wow, what a sleazeball.
The guy was wiretapping, like, half of Washington.
If he was still alive, we could put him away for like 1,000 years.
He was recording Michael Elliot's calls
for a couple weeks.
But this is the one you need to hear.
I work for Senator Denise O'Hara.
I need to talk to you, Commander Saxon.
It's real important.
What did you say your name was?
- Michael Elliot. - What's this about?
I-I don't want to talk about it on the phone.
I'll be in my office Monday morning.
No, no, I'm not going to the Pentagon.
It needs to be somewhere private.
Elliot sounded totally paranoid.
He had every right to be.
He's dead.
All right, where do you live? I'll come to you.
I moved out of my apartment.
I'm staying at the Adams House.
Room 502.
I can't do it tomorrow,
but I can meet you Sunday morning. 10:00?
Okay. What do you look like?
I'll be the guy in the Navy commander's uniform.
That's the reason Bodeen was wearing the uniform.
Got there 15 minutes early to silence him.
On the left is a page from
Commander Saxon's report
strategically ranking the Navy ports of call in Asia.
These three ports
by Calvin Ling's company.
On the right is the report as it appears in the Senate bill
to be voted on this afternoon.
Someone altered the report.
Moved Ling's ports up on the list.
The governor called. I've been issued a reprieve.
Here's my preliminary report.
Evidence indicates Agent DiNozzo
acted within agency guidelines.
Thank you, Eugene.
He can be put back in the field...
once he passes a psych evaluation.
Not exactly a given.
You talk to your father last night?
No, I turned off my phone. He showed up at my apartment.
I pretended not to be there. Bring me up to speed?
You still can't work this case.
Go talk to your dad.
Now.
McGee... time to go see Senator O'Hara.
Where you been?
Why haven't you answered your phone?
That's my line.
Sit down.
Dad, why don't you just tell me
what you have to tell me.
Let's get it over with.
We can both move on with our lives.
I've refrained from telling you who I'm going to marry
because I was afraid of how you'd react.
Maybe, uh,
because you've known her all your life.
Gosh, I don't know how that could be.
From what I understand, she's younger than me.
You were misinformed.
I'm, um....
marrying Linda Turner.
Linda.
She's my godmother.
Yeah.
Your mother's best friend.
Sorority sister,
maid of honor at our wedding...
So how did this happen?
Hamilton died last year, and, uh...
I reached out to console Linda, and, uh...
we rekindled our friendship.
"Rekindled your friendship"?
What's that supposed to mean?
Did you have an affair with Linda
when Mom was still alive?
That's exactly...
what I was afraid you'd think.
No.
No, I didn't, Tony.
The vote should be over by 4:30.
We have a press conference scheduled for 5:15,
so you'll have a chance to make the evening news.
Senator O'Hara. You have a minute?
Uh, no, not really, Agent Gibbs.
I'm rushing to a vote. I know. That's what this is about.
Is there someplace I can talk to you privately?
Anything that you need to talk
to the senator about includes me.
We have ballistic and wiretap evidence
that proves conclusively
that Nick Bodeen murdered
your staff member, Michael Elliot.
We've also traced several calls Bodeen made
to a cell phone registered to your office.
No, no, no. That-that can't be right.
Why would any member of my staff
be dealing with Bodeen?
Whose phone did he call?
Just know it's registered
to your office.
Well, almost everyone on our staff
carries a second phone,
provided by the office for Senate business.
McGee, dial the number.
Jennifer?
A Pentagon report,
prepared by Commander Saxon,
was altered.
Did she have access to it?
All my mail...
All my correspondence goes through Jennifer.
Did you know Nick Bodeen?
I need to talk to a lawyer.
I have asked to delay the vote
on the port-closure bill
due to the arrest of one of my staff members
by NCIS and Capitol Police.
And, under the circumstances,
I am reviewing my membership on this committee
as well as my future in the Senate.
Got it. Thanks.
That was Capitol Police.
They found 25,000
U.S. dollars in Royal Bank of Macao straps
at Jennifer Morrison's apartment.
Anything else? Yeah. Pictures of her
and Bodeen in Macao,
plus his fingerprints and his DNA.
Ugh.
So when we met Jennifer,
those tears weren't for Michael Elliot.
They were for her dead boyfriend.
Police requested that we transfer
all the evidence we have on Bodeen to them.
Yeah. Do it.
Come on, probie. Give me a hand.
Mm-hmm.
You meet with your father's fiancée?
Linda. No.
Look, if he was marrying anyone else, I wouldn't care.
I just feel like I'm betraying
my mother.
Linda was her best friend.
Well, maybe he feels the same way, DiNozzo.
That's why he wants your approval.
Oh, my God. Wow.
Tony DiNozzo.
Hi!
Oh, my gosh, with all this craziness,
I didn't think I was gonna get to see you.
Taylor...
Wow, last time I saw you, you had a face full of braces
and you were playing
with, like, a Cabbage Patch Kid.
Yep.
And now I am having one of my own.
Yes.
So what do you think about our parents?
I think... It's weird.
Exactly what I thought...
until I saw them together.
It's real.
And sweet. They're in love.
Yeah. Does your mom know what she's in for?
Oh, yeah.
- She does. - Junior!
Thank God you're here.
I was afraid you weren't gonna show.
She looks great, doesn't she?
- Well... - Aw. Thank you.
Where's my mother?
Still packing.
Mm-hmm, that's what I thought.
I know how to move her along.
I've had years of practice.
It's good to see you.
You'll have to teach him that trick.
Wow.
You're a piece of work.
Listen, I want to apologize
for acting like a jerk,
because Linda's a wonderful woman
and you two deserve to be happy.
You're all right with this, then, huh?
Of course I am.
And more importantly...
...I know Mom would approve.
That's what I needed to hear.
So here's what I'm thinking:
you jump on a later plane,
and we all go out
and have a little family dinner.
I love you, Tony.
I love you.
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