NAVY NCIS
Production 028
“LT. JANE DOE”
FADE IN:
INT. TRUCK – MOVING
WILKINS: (INTO PHONE) Been six months, three weeks, fourteen hours, eighteen minutes since I last saw Tina’s cute little – what are you doing?
(SFX: CAR BRAKES TO A STOP)
JENNINGS: Gotta go.
WILKINS: You can’t hold it for twenty minutes?!
JENNINGS: I’m not gonna tell Marci I’ve got to hit the head first!
(JENNINGS RATTLES THE GATE)
WILKINS: Come on, Tom!
JENNINGS: I promise not to shake it more than once.
(CAMERA ANGLE ON DEAD LIEUTENANT)
(CUT TO BLACK)
(THEME MUSIC UP OVER OPENING TITLE/ SCENES/ CREDITS AND OUT)
FADE IN:
INT. SQUAD ROOM – DAY
“LT. JANE DOE”
KATE: I’d have returned the money.
TONY: A buck eighty five?
KATE: It’s the principle, not the amount.
TONY: I didn’t notice at the drive through. I dropped the change in the ashtray and left.
KATE: You didn’t notice because you were too busy leering at the blonde working the window.
TONY: I wasn’t leering. Drooling a little maybe. The point is I didn’t notice her mistake until after we parked and I took the change out of the ashtray.
KATE: The point is you did notice which makes not returning the money a conscious act.
TONY: Well, I’d burn more than a buck eighty five in gas driving back there.
KATE: It’s going to come back to haunt you.
TONY: What is?
KATE: Karma. What goes around comes around. Like a boomerang. And when yours comes back around, you’d better duck really low.
TONY: Well, you don’t have to duck if you don’t believe.
MCGEE: Believe what?
TONY: Kind of a private conversation, McGee.
KATE: With all the bad karma you’ve built up with women alone I am surprised that something hasn’t just fallen off.
GIBBS: Missing something, DiNozzo?
(PHONE RINGS)
GIBBS: (INTO PHONE) Yes, Gibbs.
REYNOLDS: (V.O./FILTERED) Agent Gibbs, this is Commander Reynolds. We have a DOA at Norfolk.
(HANGS UP PHONE)
GIBBS: We’ve got a body at Norfolk. Get Ducky.
KATE: I thought he was flying to London?
GIBBS: Plane doesn’t leave for a few hours.
TONY: Do you believe in Karma, boss?
GIBBS: I had three wives, DiNozzo.
(TONY SPILLS THE DRINK ON HIS PANTS)
TONY: Oh! Oh!
KATE: You should’ve driven back.
MCGEE: Driven back where?
TONY: Oh!
(SFX: ELEVATOR DINGS/DOORS SLIDE OPEN/ CLOSED)
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EXT. NAVAL STATION – DAY
GIBBS: Who found the body, Commander?
REYNOLDS: Those two Seamen off the George Washington. She docked yesterday after a six month deployment in the Gulf. They were driving off station for two weeks leave – stopped to use the head.
GIBBS: Is that what they call bleachers in Norfolk?
REYNOLDS: One over there was locked.
GIBBS: Yeah, well I guess I’d go out behind the bleachers, too.
REYNOLDS: After discovering the body, they flagged down Petty Officer Cluxton, who was passing by on patrol.
KATE: You do all this, Petty Officer?
CLUXTON: Yes, Ma'am. After ascertaining the Lieutenant was deceased, I searched for I.D.
GIBBS: You touched the body?
CLUXTON: I was wearing gloves, Sir.
KATE: Go on.
CLUXTON: Finding no I.D., I radioed in the report, retraced my steps, marked my footprints for exclusionary purposes and taped off a twenty yard perimeter.
GIBBS: How often did your patrol take you past this area last night?
CLUXTON: Every hour on the thirty, Sir.
GIBBS: From?
CLUXTON: Twenty hundred hours when I came on duty, Sir. Saw nothing unusual until Seaman Jennings and Wilkins flagged me down at zero one thirty two.
GIBBS: DiNozzo get their--
TONY: Statements. On it, boss.
CLUXTON: I took their statements, Sir.
GIBBS: Do you mind if we take them, too?
CLUXTON: No, Sir. Of course, not.
KATE: You did a good job, Petty Officer.
CLUXTON: Thank you, Ma'am.
MCGEE: Petty Officer Cluxton.
CLUXTON: Agent McGee!
MCGEE: Hey, how have you been?
CLUXTON: I’ve been good. And you?
MCGEE: Good. Good. Sorry, Kate. Yeah, good. Uh… um…yeah, I’ve been assigned to NCIS Headquarters in the Navy Yard.
CLUXTON: So I heard.
MCGEE: It was kind of a surprise transfer. Uh… you know, one minute I’m at Norfolk – the next…
GIBBS: You’re back at Norfolk. Maybe even permanently, McGee.
MCGEE: Yeah, uh… sorry. Sorry, boss. The Petty Officer and I… we vetted civilian job applicants back… I’m going to start to measure and sketch now.
GIBBS: Yeah, McGee. You do that. That’ll be all for now, Petty Officer.
CLUXTON: Yes, Sir.
REYNOLDS: If you need me, Special Agent Gibbs, I’ll be in my office.
GIBBS: Okay.
KATE: You could have told her, Gibbs.
GIBBS: Told who what?
KATE: Petty Officer Cluxton. She did a good job.
GIBBS: Did she now?
KATE: She wore gloves. Marked her footprints. Cordoned off the crime scene.
GIBBS: Searched the body for I.D. How do you do that without disturbing the body, Agent Todd?
KATE: She could have – should have waited for the M.E.
GIBBS: That would have been doing a good job. Keep shooting.
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EXT. PARKING LOT – DAY
DUCKY: Doctor Gutterman will be filling in in my absence. I should warn you the old boy does love to hear himself talk.
JIMMY: I’ll do my best to handle it, Doctor.
DUCKY: Because I suspect the good doctor will be a tad grumpy as well.
JIMMY: Why’s that?
DUCKY: He lost the coin toss.
MCGEE: What coin toss, Ducky?
DUCKY: The one that in two hours will send me to London to the assembly of the Collegium Mortem Scutantium.
MCGEE: Of course.
KATE: The Society of Medical Examiners.
DUCKY: Very good, Kate.
KATE: Four years of Latin has finally paid off.
DUCKY: Do you know who founded the society?
KATE: Not a clue.
DUCKY: Leonardo Da Vinci himself.
KATE: Wow!
DUCKY: Wow, indeed. Yes, we can trace the roots of our society dedicated to the history of forensic sciences to one formed by Leonardo in the same year that he began the Mona Lisa. In fact, that transcendent painting is a symbol…
GIBBS: (OVERLAP) Duck, do you want to meet with your society in London or give us a lecture?
DUCKY: Oh, quite right. I do have a plane to catch. Thank you, Jethro.
GIBBS: De nada.
DUCKY: Now what story do you have to tell us, my dear?
KATE: You know, Ducky, some day one of them will talk back.
DUCKY: The language of silence may be hard to hear, Caitlin, but unlike the living, when the dead speak they do not lie. Small abrasions and visible bruising of the neck.
GIBBS: Strangled.
DUCKY: Most likely. Doctor Gutterman can confirm that when he examines the soft tissues. Bruises on the thighs. She could have been raped. Gutterman can confirm that, too. Liver probe.
JIMMY: Ready.
DUCKY: Usually you ask, Jethro.
GIBBS: Master-At-Arms already searched the body, Duck. I’m double-checking.
DUCKY: I do wish they’d wait until I arrive.
TONY: Hey Boss, got statements from Seamen Jennings and Wilkens. Can I cut them loose? They’ve been at sea a long time.
GIBBS: Know where to find them?
TONY: Motel at Virginia Beach – girlfriends are waiting.
GIBBS: Yeah, let them go.
(SFX: TONY WHISTLES)
TONY: Haven’t been with their women in… six months, three weeks, eighteen hours. Oh. Longest I went was eleven days, six hours.
KATE: I can’t believe you actually know these things.
TONY: It’s a gift.
DUCKY: Liver temp eighty one point six.
JIMMY: Ambient temperature is seventy three point one.
GIBBS: Time of death?
DUCKY: Uh… somewhere between twenty three hundred and zero one hundred. Well my children, I have a plane to catch.
MCGEE: How long are you in London for, Doctor?
DUCKY: Only three days. Actually, I won’t be in London. I’ll be in the City of London.
MCGEE: There is a difference?
DUCKY: There’s a little known fact that the city of London isn’t actually London at all.
MCGEE: How can it not be London?
GIBBS: No I.D. We’ve got a Lieutenant Jane Doe.
(MUSIC OVER ACTION/DUCKY CHECKS THE VICTIM’S NECK)
DUCKY: The moment Special Agent Gibbs is done processing the scene, we get her back to the morgue.
JIMMY: Of course, Doctor.
MCGEE: Ducky, if it’s not London, what is it?
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INT. AUTOPSY ROOM – DAY
(SFX: DOORS SLIDE OPEN)
JIMMY: Shouldn’t you be on a plane by now, Doctor?
DUCKY: One of the modern marvels of air travel, Mister Palmer. Miss one flight, there are numerous others from which to choose.
JIMMY: You started without me.
DUCKY: I believe as you are my assistant, as opposed to the other way around, it is my prerogative to start without you.
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INT. LAB – DAY
(MUSIC PLAYS B.G.)
(SFX: PHONE RINGS)
ABBY: Abby here! You’re on the air! (BEGIN TELEPHONE INTERCUTS)
(SCENE CUT)
DUCKY: (INTO PHONE) Abby, it’s Ducky.
ABBY: (V.O./FILTERED) Oh!
(SCENE CUT)
ABBY: (INTO PHONE) Oh, Ducky on the AirFone. How cool.
(SCENE CUT)
DUCKY: (INTO PHONE) I’m in Autopsy.
(SCENE CUT)
ABBY: (INTO PHONE) You’re going to be way late for afternoon tea.
(SCENE CUT)
DUCKY: (INTO PHONE) I’m sending Mister Palmer up with the victim’s fingerprints, semen and blood for DNA analysis.
(SCENE CUT)
ABBY: (INTO PHONE) Ooh. Raped and murdered.
(SCENE CUT)
DUCKY: (INTO PHONE) …Be sure to sign the evidence exchange forms.
(SCENE CUT)
DUCKY: (V.O./FILTERED) I will check.
ABBY: (INTO PHONE) Okay. As soon as I’m finished with this explosives swab analysis I will get all over it.
(SCENE CUT)
DUCKY: (INTO PHONE) No, you will get over it now!
(SCENE CUT)
ABBY: Oh.
(END TELEPHONE INTERCUTS)
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INT. AUTOPSY ROOM – DAY
DUCKY: Why are you still here?
JIMMY: I’m… I’m not.
(SFX: DOORS SLIDE OPEN/ CLOSED)
DUCKY: You’re back, aren’t you? You bastard.
(MUSIC OUT)
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INT. LAB – DAY
MCGEE: Is that good for you?
ABBY: Trust me, Mister Goodwrench, I’m smiling.
GIBBS: I’m not.
ABBY: Hey, Gibbs!
MCGEE: Hey, Boss.
GIBBS: Special Agent Goodwrench?
ABBY: McGee is rewiring my hotbox.
MCGEE: That’s a nickname for a bundle of receptors in the firewall that regulates the flow of energy throughout the system. See, but when stimulated correctly it sends waves and waves of rhythmic pulses. Waves …waves that uh… that hyper-crank the… the uh… transfer speed … uh…of digitized infor – Abby?
ABBY: McGee is helping me speed up the search for Lieutenant Jane Doe’s fingerprints in the AFIS database. I’ve got to I.D. her fast to keep the hound at bay.
GIBBS: I’m more Jack Russel Terrier.
ABBY: No, not you, Gibbs. Ducky. He’s barking at my heels like a dog with mange.
GIBBS: Is he still here?
ABBY: In autopsy. And he’s so crabby he’ll give you a run for you money.
(GIBBS WALKS O.S.)
MCGEE: If I said that to Gibbs, I would be seeing stars.
ABBY: Well that’s the advantage of being me. Now get back down there.
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INT. AUTOPSY ROOM – DAY
(SFX: DOORS SLIDE OPEN/ CLOSED)
GIBBS: Doctor Mallard!
JIMMY: Jimmy Palmer. How stupid is that? I know that you know that I’m not Doctor Mallard. I just… you see… uh… he’s not here, Sir.
GIBBS: Did he catch a flight to England?
JIMMY: No, he said he’s going to Norfolk. I think he drove.
GIBBS: Why?
JIMMY: Why did he drive?
GIBBS: Go to Norfolk!
JIMMY: Oh, he didn’t say. He just… he just finished the autopsy, told me to put her to bed, and then he said he was going to Norfolk.
GIBBS: Anything unusual in the autopsy?
JIMMY: I don’t know, Sir. Doctor Mallard wouldn’t even let me assist him. He did everything by himself.
GIBBS: Did he ever do that before?
JIMMY: No, Sir! No, he took quite a while, too. He wanted to check everything over and over. I thought he only made me do that because I’m…
(SFX: DOORS SLIDE OPEN/ CLOSED)
JIMMY: … Inexperienced.
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INT. EVIDENCE STORAGE – DAY
(DOOR OPENS/ CLOSES)
(ACTION CONTINUES/ DUCKY EXAMINES THE SAMPLES)
(DOOR CLOSES)
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INT. SQUAD ROOM – DAY
TONY: Sheesh. I’ve seen that look before.
KATE: You went to the men’s room forty-five minutes ago.
TONY: You clocked me?
KATE: What could take you so long? Don’t answer that!
TONY: Actually, Kate…
KATE: I don’t want to hear it!
TONY: Returning the buck eighty five to the drive thru.
KATE: You returned the money?
TONY: You see, that whole hands over the ears thing doesn’t work. I used to do that I was a kid. I could hear everything my parents said. They had some interesting words.
KATE: I can’t believe you gave it back.
TONY: Well, she was off duty.
KATE: You didn’t give it back.
TONY: The pimply-faced mall rat at the drive-thru would have just pocketed it.
KATE: You brought the teacher coffee?
TONY: Well, thinking ahead, Kate. Thinking ahead. After you tell Gibbs we’ve got nothing, a cup of his favorite brew will tame the beast.
KATE: After I tell Gibbs?
GIBBS: Tell me what?
TONY: Hey, Boss. I got you a little--
(SFX: COFFEE SPLASHES ON TONY)
TONY: Ah!!
(KATE CHUCKLES)
KATE: What are the odds of that happening twice in one day?
GIBBS: The same as me firing the two of you if I don’t get a report.
KATE: The victim’s picture is on the Navy intranet to department heads of every in-station vessel and base unit. Nothing yet.
GIBBS: P.S.A?
TONY: No missing females, officers or enlisted. (TO KATE) P.S.A. is Personnel Support Activity.
KATE: I’ve been here a year, Tony. I know the acronyms.
TONY: Ah, a year. It seems like only yesterday you were mixing up your NAV-SACs with your NAV-SOCs. Gosh, our little girl has grown up fast, hasn’t she, Boss? Ow! What was that for?
GIBBS: Not growing up! What else you got?
KATE: Nothing.
GIBBS: Nothing.
ABBY: Hey guys.
KATE: But it looks like Abby does.
GIBBS: Who is our victim?
ABBY: Um, we do not know.
GIBBS: Then what are you doing here?
MCGEE: Well, we’re…we’re… we’re through, boss.
ABBY: We ran the entire AFIS databank. We didn’t get a match.
GIBBS: How could AFIS not find a match? She’s a Navy Lieutenant.
DUCKY: No she isn’t, Jethro. Lieutenant Jane Doe is a misnomer. The poor woman was never in the Navy. Match this sperm against the sample I removed from our victim. Please.
GIBBS: You’ve been holding out on me, Doctor.
DUCKY: Yes, Agent Gibbs. I have.
MUSICAL BRIDGE TO:
INT. AUTOPSY ROOM – DAY
(SFX: DRAWER SLIDES OPEN)
JANE DOE: Tell my family what happened to me. Please.
GIBBS: (V.O.) Doctor Mallard!
(GIBBS AND DUCKY EXAMINE THE VICTIM’S NECK)
GIBBS: That’s not the first trident you’ve seen carved in the neck of a victim, is it?
DUCKY: No. I shouldn’t have held out on you, but I wasn’t sure it was the same until I did the autopsy.
GIBBS: You weren’t sure when you saw the trident on her neck at the crime scene?
DUCKY: Unlike you, Agent Gibbs, I prefer to rely on forensic evidence and not my gut.
GIBBS: We’re a team, Doctor. Team members don’t hold out.
DUCKY: Yes, you’re right. It was… unprofessional. I’m still hoping that Abby doesn’t get a match and all this is just some macabre coincidence. Forgive me, Jethro.
(SFX: DRAWER SLIDES SHUT)
GIBBS: Tell me about that other case.
DUCKY: Well, it was ten years ago.
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EXT. DIRT PATH – FLASHBACK
DUCKY: (V.O.) A Navy corpsman out jogging found the body in a culvert beside an athletic field at Norfolk. The Navy Lieutenant had been raped and strangled. She had a trident carved on the side of her neck.
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INT. AUTOPSY ROOM – DAY
DUCKY: (V.O.) We ran her prints through AFIS and got nothing. She wasn’t in the Navy. Our profiler believed that the murderer (ON CAMERA) had dressed his victim as a Navy Lieutenant to fulfill some revenge fantasy.
GIBBS: Ninety four was the first year women were deployed on combat ships.
DUCKY: Yes. Special Agent Dawes and I assumed that the killer had served under a female officer.
GIBBS: Dawes? Don’t know him. He retire?
DUCKY: He passed on. Seven years ago.
GIBBS: He investigated every Navy unit with a trident insignia.
DUCKY: Especially those with female officers. He didn’t come up with a single suspect.
GIBBS: The trident symbol may have nothing to do with the Navy.
DUCKY: That’s the conclusion we came to. But… this note was found at the scene of the crime three days after the body was discovered.
GIBBS: Was it missed on the initial search?
DUCKY: No - it was found where the body had been.
GIBBS: But he didn’t come back.
DUCKY: Not until now.
GIBBS: I’ve got one question for you, Ducky. Why is this case so personal?
DUCKY: Did you know that Leonardo Da Vinci never gave the Mona Lisa to the patron who commissioned it?
GIBBS: Nope.
DUCKY: Instead, he carried the painting with him for the rest of his life. She’s been with me for ten years, Jethro. She’s the only Jane Doe I never identified. The only one whose family has no closure. The only one who never went home.
(SFX: PHONE RINGS)
(BEGIN TELEPHONE INTERCUTS)
GIBBS: (INTO PHONE) Autopsy.
ABBY: (V.O./FILTERED) Ducky?
GIBBS: (INTO PHONE) Do I sound like Ducky?
ABBY: (V.O./FILTERED) No.
(SCENE CUT)
ABBY: (INTO PHONE) Actually, these days he sounds more like you, Gibbs.
(SCENE CUT)
GIBBS: (INTO PHONE) I’m not in the mood, Abs.
ABBY: (V.O./FILTERED) Well, maybe this will brighten your…
(SCENE CUT)
ABBY: (INTO PHONE) … Spirits. The semen sample from Jane Doe’s murderer… matches the sample that Ducky gave me! (BEAT) This is good news, right?
(SCENE CUT)
GIBBS: (INTO PHONE) Abs, that semen is from a ten year old cold case.
(HANGS UP PHONE)
(END TELEPHONE INTERCUTS)
DUCKY: He’s back, isn’t he? Not again, Jethro. We can’t let him escape again.
(MUSIC OUT)
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INT. SQUAD ROOM – DAY
DUCKY: (V.O.) I saw this trident carved into the neck of the victim at the crime scene and told no one. (ON CAMERA) Not even Gibbs. All I can do is apologize and assure you that such an inexcusable lapse of forensic protocol will never happen again. Right. Ten years ago, another Jane Doe was found raped and strangled in a culvert beside an athletic field at Norfolk. She, too, was a civilian dressed in the uniform of a Naval Lieutenant. She had a high blood alcohol level and a trident carved into the side of her neck. Abby has confirmed that sperm from both victims came from the same man. So we are pursuing a serial rapist and murderer.
GIBBS: This note was found three days after the crime scene had been processed.
KATE: A challenge to investigators.
TONY: You think, Kate?
GIBBS: I’ve asked Commander Reynolds to place our crime scene under discreet surveillance. Since ninety four was the first year we deployed women on warships, this wacko may be an enlisted man acting out a revenge fantasy.
TONY: They investigate units with tridents on their patches?
GIBBS: Gee, I don’t think they thought about that, Tony. Yeah, they investigated every ship and shore division with female officers. Nada. Abs, do you need to go to the head?
ABBY: No, I have a question. Isn’t ten years a long time between murders?
KATE: Absolutely. This doesn’t fit a serial killer’s profile. Ducky, could you pull the head shots up for me again, please? Now, if he goes to the trouble of dressing two civilians like a Lieutenant that he hates, why is one blonde and the other brunette? One Anglo, one Hispanic?
TONY: They’re both cute for being dead.
GIBBS: He’s a wacko! Maybe just being female and intoxicated was good enough. Unless Abby blew the sperm match…
ABBY: No way!
GIBBS: The same man killed both of them. Which means he didn’t rape and murder for ten years because…
TONY AND KATE: He was in prison!
GIBBS: Hey! Okay, homework assignments. McGee?
MCGEE: Boss.
GIBBS: Search JAG records for sailors incarcerated after October of ninety four and…
MCGEE: Recently released. On it.
GIBBS: Kate, suspect interviews from ten years ago. If any of these men still live in Norfolk, question them.
KATE: Okay.
GIBBS: DiNozzo, flash this Jane Doe at every bar, club and strip joint within a mile of the Norfolk gate. Given the victim’s blood alcohol level, maybe he picked her up in one of them.
TONY: No problema.
GIBBS: Abby, forensics may have missed something in ninety four. Go over it again.
ABBY: Yes, professor.
GIBBS: Come on people! Let’s go! Let’s go! Hey wait. Come here. You’ll need Ducky’s help.
ABBY: No I won’t.
GIBBS: Ab.
ABBY: Yes I will. Hey uh… Duckman!
DUCKY: Yeah?
ABBY: (V.O.) The cross polars in my polarizing light microscope won’t center.
DUCKY: (V.O.) That could be a problem. However, I think I have a solution.
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INT. BAR – DAY
TONY: Hey.
BARTENDER: How’s NCIS doing?
TONY: Well, according to my friends, I’m having some bad karma. Not that I believe in that stuff, but you know…
BARTENDER: You really should, you know.
TONY: Is that right?
BARTENDER: Yeah. You see, I used to reject all things spiritual, mystical, and existential. But once I began to embrace them, my whole life started to blossom.
TONY: She been in recently?
BARTENDER: No. What’d she do?
TONY: Got herself raped and killed.
BARTENDER: Such a sweet countenance.
TONY: Sweet countenance?
BARTENDER: Yeah, that radiant look on her face.
TONY: She doesn’t look radiant. She’s dead.
BARTENDER: In that picture?
TONY: Yeah, she’s dead.
BARTENDER: She’s dead?
TONY: She’s dead. Why do you think her eyes are closed?
BARTENDER: I thought she was meditating.
TONY: Okay. Thanks.
BARTENDER: Guess he doesn’t believe in that either.
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EXT. ATHLETIC FIELD – DAY
(CLUXTON PICKS UP THE NOTE)
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INT. SQUAD ROOM – DAY
GIBBS: (INTO PHONE) Well, have Petty Officer Cluxton deliver it ASAP.
VOICE: (V.O./FILTERED) Do you want it in the over night?
GIBBS: (INTO PHONE) No, the evening pouch will not do, Commander!
GIBBS: He didn’t wait three days.
ABBY: (V.O./FILTERED) Hello?
GIBBS: (INTO PHONE) Abs, Norfolk got a note… (BEGIN TELEPHONE INTERCUTS)
(SCENE CUT)
GIBBS: (V.O./FILTERED) … From our wacko.
ABBY: (INTO PHONE) Oooh. Did you catch him?
GIBBS: (V.O./FILTERED) He made the drop before…
(SCENE CUT)
GIBBS: (INTO PHONE) …Our surveillance was in place. You’ll have it in a couple hours. Listen, compare the ink, the paper…
(SCENE CUT)
GIBBS: (V.O./FILTERED)….The handwriting.
ABBY: (INTO PHONE) Did you get DNA?
(SCENE CUT)
GIBBS: (INTO PHONE) Did you get DNA off the first one?
(SCENE CUT)
ABBY: (INTO PHONE) Yep. DNA testing was in the caveman era in ninety four. I’m good. I’m really good.
(END TELEPHONE INTERCUTS)
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INT. SQUAD ROOM – DAY
GIBBS: Gas pain?
KATE: What? No!
GIBBS: Well then stop grinning and tell me what you got.
KATE: When he found the first Jane Doe while jogging, Petty Officer Goetz was in port on a carrier, the Teddy Roosevelt.
GIBBS: Agent Dawes interrogated him a number of times on the Big Stick and here.
KATE: Big Stick?
GIBBS: Teddy Roosevelt. “Talk softly, carry a…”
KATE: Carry a big stick. Cute. Goetz stayed in the Navy, is a Chief and arrived in Norfolk on the same carrier as the seamen who found our Jane Doe. The… Honest Abe.
GIBBS: “Shall not Perish.”
KATE: What?
GIBBS: Lincoln’s not Honest Abe. It’s “Shall Not Perish.”
KATE: What kind of a nickname is “Shall Not Perish?”
GIBBS: Ask Chief Goetz when you pull him in for questioning.
KATE: Okay.
MCGEE: The Emancipator. That… that would be a good name for Abraham Lincoln. Since he uh… he signed the Emancipation Proclamation. Uh… the…
GOETZ: (V.O.) This have to do with the body…
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INT. INTERROGATION ROOM – DAY
GOETZ: …I found ten years ago, Sir?
GIBBS: Yeah.
GOETZ: Isn’t there a statute of limitations on questioning a suspect?
GIBBS: I didn’t say you were a suspect.
GOETZ: Why else would I be here, Sir?
GIBBS: Another body was found two nights ago. Same M.O.
GOETZ: She have a trident here? He said he’d be back.
GIBBS: Now how did you know that? Agent Dawes never told you.
GOETZ: No, Sir. But he had me write out “I’ll be back” with my right and left hand. Not too hard to figure out why.
GIBBS: You arrived two days ago on the Abraham Lincoln?
GOETZ: Yes, Sir.
GIBBS: First night back, where’d you go?
GOETZ: You think I raped and murdered her?!
GIBBS: I never said she was raped.
GOETZ: You said the same M.O.
GIBBS: Where did you spend your first night ashore? (BEAT) Clubbing?
GOETZ: I didn’t leave the station.
GIBBS: Six months at sea and your first night in port you spend it aboard ship?
GOETZ: No, Sir. I said I didn’t leave the station. I stayed with a friend.
GIBBS: Stationed here at Norfolk?
GOETZ: Yes, Sir.
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INT. SQUAD ROOM – DAY
TONY: Hey! Hey! Whoa! Whoa! Where’s the five alarm?
MCGEE: I think I have the suspect. Machinist Mate Harlan Wilson! He was there in October ninety four. Discharged that December. Arrested two months later in Toronto for sexually assaulting a female Canadian Naval officer. Got fifteen years. Paroled two months ago and is now living in Norfolk.
TONY: I didn’t know there were women in the Canadian Navy.
MCGEE: I gotta tell Gibbs!
TONY: Whoa, Probie. First you report to your immediate superior.
MCGEE: I just did.
TONY: Blah, blah, blah. Female Canadian Naval Officer. That’s not reporting.
MCGEE: That would be all you heard.
TONY: Again, start with the name.
GOETZ: (V.O.) Can’t do that, Sir.
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INT. INTERROGATION ROOM- DAY
GIBBS: Your friend married?
GOETZ: No, Sir.
GIBBS: An officer?
GOETZ: Yes, Sir. So you see how I can’t give you the name.
GIBBS: Chief, I’m not interested in ruining careers. I need to know where you spent the night of the murder.
GOETZ: (WHISPERS) Can we speak off the record, Sir? Just you and me?
GIBBS: Kate.
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INT. OBSERVATION ROOM – DAY
GIBBS: Stop the tape.
KATE: Stop the tape.
TECHNICIAN: Yes, Ma'am.
(DOOR OPENS)
TONY: No sound?
KATE: Gibbs is having a private interrogation. No sound, no video.
TONY: McGee needs to talk to him.
MCGEE: I’m not going to interrupt him.
TONY: Kate?
KATE: (CHUCKLES) No.
TONY: Okay, fill her in, McGee. Tell her about Harlan Wilson. Meet me in the garage in five.
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INT. INTERROGATION ROOM – DAY
GIBBS: (V.O.) I’m waiting, Chief.
GOETZ: How do I know they stopped taping?
GIBBS: Because I told them to. The name?
GOETZ: Lieutenant Commander William McDougal.
MUSICAL BRIDGE TO:
EXT. TRAILER PARK STREET – DAY
TONY: Starsky, check this sweet seventies rod. Nice. All right, you be the Avon lady. I’ll cover the rear. Yeah.
(MUSIC OVER ACTION/TONY AND MCGEE APPROACH THE TRAILER)
TONY: What’s the peekie, Probie?
MCGEE: Doesn’t look like anyone’s home.
TONY: I’d love to get a look inside while he’s away.
MCGEE: I told you we should get search authorization.
TONY: No time. Besides it’s a catch twenty two.
MCGEE: It is?
TONY: Yeah, we go inside and get something we shouldn’t, we’re screwed. We don’t go inside and we don’t get something we could have, we’re more screwed.
MCGEE: I’m not following you.
TONY: That’s because I’m a highly seasoned senior field agent and you’re a pathetic…
MCGEE: Probie. Yeah.
TONY: You’re a fast study, McGee. Fifteen seconds. Personal best.
(DOOR OPENS)
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INT. TRAILER – DAY
TONY: Well, he’s no Martha Stewart.
(TONY WALKS THROUGH THE KITCHEN)
(SFX: OVEN DOOR OPENS)
TONY: Well, he’s going to be home soon.
MCGEE: How can you tell?
TONY: Hungry Man in the oven.
(SFX: PANS CLATTER TO THE FLOOR)
TONY: A buck eighty freakin’ five!
(SFX: TRUCK DRIVES TO THE TRAILER)
MCGEE: Pick up’s pulling up!
(F/X TONY SCRAMBLES TO LEAVE THE KITCHEN)
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EXT. TRAILER – DAY
(TRUCK DOOR CLOSES)
TOM WILSON: Yeah?
MCGEE: NCIS.
TONY: Harlan Wilson?
TOM WILSON: Tom Wilson. His big brother.
TONY: Your kid brother around, Tom?
TOM WILSON: No.
MCGEE: He listed this address on his parole release.
TOM WILSON: He was here.
TONY: Do you know where he is now?
TOM WILSON: Yeah.
TONY: Well, we need to talk to him.
TOM WILSON: Well that’s going to be hard to do. He’s been dead for six weeks.
(MUSIC OUT)
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INT. SQUAD ROOM – DAY
GIBBS: Chief Goetz’s alibi checks out.
TONY: Where was he?
GIBBS: With a friend.
KATE: You’re taking the word of a friend?
GIBBS: No. Saliva swab to compare his DNA with sperm taken from the victims. Any other questions? Good. My turn. Where’s McGee?
TONY: He took Harlan’s hairbrush to Abby to compare his DNA to the sperm. Probie won’t give up on the obvious.
GIBBS: Harlan Wilson was dead when the second murder occurred. Wasn’t he, DiNozzo?
TONY: Very dead, boss. Big mother heart attack. Fax of the death certificate.
GIBBS: How many bars and clubs did you canvas?
TONY: Twenty four, twenty five.
GIBBS: Which was it? Twenty four or twenty five?
TONY: You in a bad mood, boss?
GIBBS: No!
TONY: Didn’t think so. I covered every one within a mile of the Norfolk main gate. Like you said.
GIBBS: What about the other gates?
TONY: You didn’t ask me to look at I’m… I’m on that.
GIBBS: Kate. You go with him.
KATE: You want me to go bar hopping with Tony!?
TONY: You’ve never been in a bar, have you?
KATE: Not the kind sailors hang at.
CLUXTON: Agent Gibbs?
KATE: You can catch him at the rear elevator.
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INT. CORRIDOR – DAY
CLUXTON: Agent Gibbs!
GIBBS: Got the note, Petty Officer?
CLUXTON: I do, Sir. Knowing how important the note is forensically, I jumped a ride with the CH-Fifty Three that was headed to Quantico, caught the Amtrak to D.C., then hailed a cab.
GIBBS: Well, that’s creative thinking, Petty Officer Cluxton.
CLUXTON: Thank you, Sir. Are you taking the note to the lab now? I’m pretty interested in forensics, Sir.
KATE: (V.O.) Tell me you’re not serious about the last place.
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INT. BAR – DAY
TONY: (LAUGHS) Completely serious, Kate. I mean, strip clubs are good for more than just fraternity bashes and bachelor parties.
KATE: Yeah, you honestly think Bar Mitzvahs are appropriate?
TONY: Oh, trust me. That one says welcome to manhood as perfectly as a skillful lap dance. Speaking of. Hello.
EMPLOYEE: We don’t open until six.
TONY: And you’re working here instead of catching rays at the beach in a thong. I know it’s cold out. Probably too cold. You do wear a thong, don’t you?
KATE: Tony…
TONY: Sorry. It’s my humor. Not for everyone. NCIS Naval Criminal Investi--
EMPLOYEE: Yeah, I know what it means. What do you want?
KATE: (V.O.) Tony.
TONY: Well…
KATE: Tony!
TONY: What?!
KATE: This is the girl playing the drums, isn’t it?
EMPLOYEE: Yeah, she hasn’t been here the last three nights. What happened to her?
KATE: Could you tell us her name?
EMPLOYEE: Janice Santos. She isn’t sleeping, is she?
TONY: Not sleeping.
EMPLOYEE: Oh, my god.
KATE: We need an address.
EMPLOYEE: What happened to her?
TONY: She was raped and murdered.
EMPLOYEE: Some man raped and murdered her?
TONY: Yeah, it wasn’t me. We’re trying to catch the bastard.
EMPLOYEE: Sorry. It’s just a…shock.
KATE: Any ideas who could have done this?
EMPLOYEE: No. God, no.
TONY: Do you have the address?
EMPLOYEE: Yeah, of course. I’ll get it for you.
TONY: She took that hard.
KATE: Yeah. She sure did.
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INT. LAB – DAY
CLUXTON: The writing looks the same to me, Special Agent McGee.
MCGEE: Yeah, it’s pretty similar, Petty Officer Cluxton.
ABBY: There are slight discrepancies, within the range that a person’s handwriting would change in ten years, Special Agent McGee.
CLUXTON: What’s this?
MCGEE: Oh, that’s a polarizing light microscope. Let me show you how to use it.
ABBY: If you touch that, McGee, you’ll be singing soprano.
MCGEE: (WHISPERS) Yeah. Abby’s under a lot of pressure.
CLUXTON: What are you doing to the note?
ABBY: Are you writing a book?
CLUXTON: I’m just interested, Ma'am.
ABBY: Looking for prints.
MCGEE: The fumes are from heated super blue. In its gaseous form, its bonding capabilities enable us to obtain fingerprints.
ABBY: Nothing.
CLUXTON: Well, I’d better get back to Norfolk. Thanks for letting me observe, Ma'am.
ABBY: Anytime. Look, not anytime. Sometime. Maybe.
CLUXTON: Good seeing you again, Special Agent McGee.
MCGEE: Likewise, Petty Officer Cluxton.
(CLUXTON WALKS O.S.)
ABBY: So are you two that formal when you’re exchanging bodily fluids?
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INT. APARTMENT – DAY
(DOOR OPENS)
TONY: (V.O.) Stay outside, Sir.
(MUSIC OVER ACTION/TONY AND KATE WALK THROUGH THE APARTMENT)
TONY: Did Janice Santos always keep the place so empty?
MANAGER: I don’t know.
KATE: No clothes. There are n personal effects. This place has been cleaned.
TONY: We’d better call Gibbs.
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INT. STAIRCASE – DAY
GIBBS: (INTO PHONE) Well, DiNozzo, at least I can tell Ducky you I.D.ed Jane Doe number two. If her apartment’s that clean, this Janice Santos probably knew her killer. When you’re finished with the crime scene, bring everything back here. See you at Abby’s in the morning.
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INT. NCIS LAB – DAY
ABBY: DNA processing could take several days. But knowing the hyper-emergency of the case, I processed all of the sperm samples in just thirty-seven hours.
GIBBS: Is it gonna be another thirty-seven before we get some results?
ABBY: Okay, DNA off the first note matched the sperm. The killer wrote it. The second note… no prints… no DNA.
KATE: What about the handwriting?
ABBY: It could be a match. I sent a copy to an expert I met at a forensics conference in the Greenbrier. It’s such a sweet place. They have golf, tennis, falconry…
DUCKY: Falconry!? I hunted with a falcon in Scotland in my youth.
ABBY: It’s so cool.
DUCKY: Yeah. Almost a lost art, I’m afraid.
GIBBS: Like forensic reporting?
ABBY: Okay, moving on to saliva, always a crowd pleaser. There is no way Chief Goetz’s DNA comes close to matching the sperm.
TONY: I guess you were right, boss.
GIBBS: You guess?
TONY: I know.
GIBBS: Abby, why did you call us all in here when you have nothing?
ABBY: But I do. I matched the DNA off the hair from the brush McGee gave me. Hellooo, Mister Wilson! The DNA matches the sperm found in both victims.
GIBBS: That’s impossible. Wilson had been dead weeks when Janice Santos was raped.
ABBY: DNA does not lie.
GIBBS: Hey.
TONY: Hey, he died before she did, Boss! I swear.
MCGEE: Boss, what if … what if Wilson’s semen was inserted in Janice Santos after she was murdered?
KATE: Eww!
GIBBS: How did the murderer get the semen?
DUCKY: (V.O.) Same way I did.
MUSICAL BRIDGE TO:
INT. SQUAD ROOM – DAY
MCGEE: Looking at the time-code, this was the day before the murder.
GIBBS: What is it, McGee?
MCGEE: She’s the one.
TONY: Well, how can you tell? She’s not even near the refrigerator.
GIBBS: His gut.
MCGEE: No no no. It’s not just my gut, Boss. When I was back at Norfolk, Cynthia, Petty Officer Cluxton and I… we were friendly.
ABBY: Really?
GIBBS: Abby.
MCGEE: She liked me… but not that way.
TONY: What way would that be, Probie?
MCGEE: I didn’t ask, Tony, and she didn’t tell.
TONY: Cluxton’s gay? Boss, we I.D.ed Janice Santos in a lesbian bar.
MCGEE: There’s more. Petty Officer Cluxton used her mother’s name. Her father was an NCIS agent before…
GIBBS: (OVERLAP) Special Agent Dawes.
MCGEE: Boss, I didn’t think about this until… I think that’s her!
GIBBS: That’s okay. Run the tape.
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INT. INTERROGATION ROOM – DAY
GIBBS: Janice Santos was your lover. You met her at Flip Side. A lesbian bar.
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INT. OBSERVATION ROOM – DAY
TONY: Which is why the bartender didn’t respond to me.
CLUXTON: Are you accusing me of being gay, Sir?
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INT. INTERROGATION ROOM
GIBBS: No. No, I’m accusing you of murder.
CLUXTON: Murder? I didn’t murder anyone, Sir.
GIBBS: Did she jilt you, Petty Officer?
CLUXTON: I have no idea what you’re talking about, Sir.
GIBBS: It doesn’t matter. We have you on tape moving semen from the Jane Doe case your father worked ten years ago.
CLUXTON: Can you identify on that tape what I’m removing in the evidence locker, Sir? I can’t.
GIBBS: You copied the killer’s M.O. from your father’s case file.
CLUXTON: I’m not sure where my father’s case files are, Sir.
GIBBS: You strangled Janice Santos, put her in a Navy uniform, carved a trident in her neck, inserted semen from the first murder in her vagina.
CLUXTON: Not true. None of it, Sir.
GIBBS: Even left a note like the one found at the first crime scene.
CLUXTON: I didn’t leave that note. I found it.
GIBBS: So who killed Janice Santos?
CLUXTON: Obviously whoever murdered the Jane Doe ten years ago, Sir.
GIBBS: No, not whoever. His name is Harlan Wilson. A former Machinist Mate stationed at Norfolk.
CLUXTON: You caught him, Sir.
GIBBS: No. No, but we matched his DNA to semen found in both victims.
CLUXTON: And why are you accusing me?
GIBBS: Harlan Wilson died five weeks before you killed Janice.
CLUXTON: (BEAT) Damn! Damn! (SHOUTS) Damn!
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EXT. CEMETERY – DAY
DUCKY: It’s time for our relationship to change, my dear. It’s time for you to go home. But it’s not the home you knew in this life, but I think you’ll find peace here. From the way things turned out, so will I.
(MUSIC OVER ENDING CREDITS AND OUT)
(MUSIC UP OVER ENDING CREDITS AND OUT)
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Prepared by C.C. Printed in USA
Calvert Continuities Aired 10/19/04
