NAVY NCIS
Production 029
“THE BONE YARD”
FADE IN:
EXT. RANGE 400 – DAY
(CAMERA PANS AROUND THE JUNK PILE)
CUT TO:
INT. BURNED OUT CAR – DAY
(MUSIC OVER ACTION/GERA AWAKENS AND LOOKS AROUND THE CAR)
PILOT: (V.O./FILTERED) Charlie Six, this is Viper One One.
CUT TO:
EXT. HUMMER – DAY
STINSON: (INTO RADIO) Viper One One. Clear hut.
PILOT: (V.O./FILTERED) Roger, Charlie Six. Clear hut. (GERA KICKS OUT THE DOOR/ BREAKS OUT AND RUNS ACROSS THE RANGE)
CUT TO:
EXT. HUMVEE – DAY
STARLING: Call it off! Call it off! Abort! Abort! Abort! There’s someone in the hot zone! Man running! Incoming!
STINSON: (INTO RADIO/OVERLAP) Abort! Abort! Man down! Man down!
(SFX: BOMBS EXPLODE B.G.)
(FADE OUT)
(THEME MUSIC OVER OPENING TITLE/SCENES/ CREDITS AND OUT)
MUSIC IN:
INT. NAVAL GYM – DAY
“THE BONE YARD” (MUSIC OVER ACTION/KATE STRETCHES TO THE MUSIC)
MCGEE: Wow, she’s pretty flexible.
TONY: Just don’t let her catch you looking at her, Probie.
MCGEE: I think she saw me. She gave me that look.
TONY: What look?
MCGEE: The look she’s always giving you.
TONY: Yep. She saw you. Hope you wore a cup.
GIBBS: Okay, welcome to my version of close combat training. McGee?
MCGEE: Yeah?
GIBBS: You start with Kate. Go on! All right, you and me in the ring today.
TONY: Are you sure about that? I’ve been taking classes.
GIBBS: In what?
TONY: Boxing.
(CAMERA ANGLE ON KATE AND MCGEE)
KATE: We’re grappling today.
MCGEE: You want to grapple?
KATE: Yeah, you have a problem with that?
MCGEE: No, it’s just… you know, I did some wrestling in high school.
KATE: Did you, now?
(MUSIC OVER ACTION/KATE AND MCGEE WRESTLE)
TONY: Whoo whoo! Come on buddy. (MUSIC OVER ACTION/TONY AND GIBBS FIGHT)
GIBBS: Not bad, DiNozzo.
TONY: Thanks. You learn how to box in the Marines?
GIBBS: Nope. Corps doesn’t teach boxing.
TONY: That’s your loss.
(GIBBS KNOCKS TONY TO THE MAT)
GIBBS: They teach fighting.
(SFX: PHONE RINGS)
TONY: (GASPS) Your phone.
GIBBS: (INTO PHONE) Gibbs.
(CAMERA ANGLE ON KATE AND MCGEE FIGHTING)
MCGEE: Ah! Ah! Ah!
KATE: Did I mention I was handpicked to protect the President of the United States?
MCGEE: Five times!
TONY: Are you going to take that abuse, McGee?
MCGEE: No!
(MCGEE FLIPS KATE TO THE MAT)
KATE: That’s more like it, McGee. Why were you holding back?
MCGEE: Well, you’re a… I mean, I’ve never wrestled a…
KATE: A girl? Tony, I look like a girl to you?
TONY: All I see are two NCIS Special Agents.
KATE: Me, too.
(KATE KNEES MCGEE IN THE GROIN)
(SFX: MCGEE GASPS/ MOANS B.G.)
GIBBS: Training’s over. We’re heading to Quantico. Guy tried to outrun a five hundred pound bomb.
KATE: And?
GIBBS: He lost.
TONY: Hey, she had three older brothers growing up. I think there’s some unresolved issues there.
MCGEE: You think?
CUT TO:
EXT. RANGE 400 – DAY
(SFX: CAR BRAKES TO A STOP)
GIBBS: Break out the gear. I’m going to find out who’s in charge of this circus.
KATE: You didn’t have to stop like that.
TONY: I know that. Sorry about that, Probie. But it’s your fault.
MCGEE: My fault?
TONY: Yeah, the brakes grab. It’s your job to see the vehicle’s in perfect running condition.
(SFX: CAR DOORS CLOSE)
DE LUCA: You should have called. I could have saved you guys a trip.
GIBBS: Why don’t we start with… who the hell are you?
DE LUCA: Gunnery Sergeant De Luca, C-I-D.
GIBBS: Is this your idea of how to run a crime scene, Gunnery Sergeant?
DE LUCA: Nope, it’s my idea of how to run an accidental death investigation, Special Agent.
GIBBS: Gibbs.
DE LUCA: Well, a civilian decided to trespass in the wrong place at the wrong time. Marines didn’t spot him until it was too late.
GIBBS: What was a civilian doing down there, Gunny?
DE LUCA: My guess, he was a scavenger. Lot of metal and scrap iron’s been dumped here over the years.
GIBBS: Enough to risk blowing yourself up over?
DE LUCA: I didn’t say he was smart, Agent Gibbs. But hey, you want NCIS to handle the paperwork on this one? Fine.
GIBBS: Get down there and secure the scene.
DE LUCA: Just make sure your people stay inside the marked areas cleared by E-O-D. I don’t need another dead civilian on my hands.
(DE LUCA WALKS O.S.)
KATE: Attractive.
GIBBS: I want everybody off this range except E-O-D personnel.
TONY:: What about Mister Potato Head?
GIBBS: No, he stays. With luck, he’ll spit on my boots.
KATE: Looking for a reason to whack him in the head, Gibbs?
GIBBS: No. To shoot him.
KATE: Tony, didn’t you tell me that you worked a case on a live impact range once?
TONY: Yeah, that’s right. Fort A.P. Hill. Tragic.
MCGEE: What happened?
TONY: E-O-D missed ordnance marking the path. Boom! Agent walking point, a Probie, of course, blew his foot off.
MCGEE: You’re kidding, right?
TONY: Ha! Of course I’m kidding… Probie.
CUT TO:
EXT. DOWN RANGE – DAY
(SFX: TONY WHISPERS TO KATE B.G.)
TONY: We’re right behind you, buddy!
KATE: You’re doing great.
TONY: Some of them are buried under the ground.
CUT TO:
EXT. IMPACT AREA – DAY
DUCKY: Judging by the shrapnel pattern, I’d say our young victim was running when he was hit.
JIMMY: How can you tell, Doctor?
DUCKY: Oh, I’ve seen far too many of these types of wounds during my tour in Vietnam.
GIBBS: How about the bruising on his wrists and face, Duck?
DUCKY: It’s possible it was caused by blast concussion. We’ll know more when we get him back.
TONY: This guy was no scavenger, Boss. Salvatore Ferragamo’s.
GIBBS: What?
TONY: Italian shoes, expensive. The pair I got cost almost five hundred bucks. Well, not everybody shops at Wal-Mart. I’m not saying you shop at Walmart… or even if that’s a bad thing.
GIBBS: How’s it going, Kate?
KATE: Almost finished. I’ve got McGee doing measurements. What are you doing?
GIBBS: Following our victim’s prints. They came from over there.
KATE: Well how’d he get down here? We’re at least five miles from the nearest civilian road.
GIBBS: Someone dropped him off.
DE LUCA: Hey, that area hasn’t been cleared yet! Agent Gibbs! Hey, are you trying to get yourself killed!? Are you deaf or nuts!? (GIBBS AND DE LUCA MOVE TO THE CAR)
GIBBS: A little of both. You still think this was an accident, Gunny?
MUSICAL BRIDGE TO:
INT. AUTOPSY ROOM – DAY
DUCKY: Jimmy, run this up to Abby for me.
JIMMY: Uh, sure. Would it be okay if I stayed and chatted with her for a while, Doctor?
DUCKY: We’re rather busy at the moment.
JIMMY: Okay, so you’re saying that uh…… it’s not okay then? Sorry, it’s the accent. It kind of throws me off sometimes.
(SFX: DOORS SLIDE OPEN)
DUCKY: He means well, but often I have an overwhelming urge to slap him. Is that wrong?
GIBBS: I do it all the time.
DUCKY: So I’ve noticed. But only on the back of the head.
GIBBS: A slap in the face would be humiliating. Back of the head’s a wake up call. Looks like he got both.
DUCKY: You were right. His facial injuries weren’t from the bombs. Our victim received a rather savage beating before his death.
GIBBS: And our crispy critter?
DUCKY: He wasn’t burned by today’s explosions. Tests indicate the poor chap’s been deceased at least six months.
GIBBS: There are more bodies out there.
DUCKY: Yes, I was afraid of that.
GIBBS: We’ve stumbled onto a bone yard, Duck.
DUCKY: Yeah.
GIBBS: A serial killer’s dumping ground.
(MUSIC OUT)
MUSIC IN:
EXT. RANGE 400 – DAY
MARINE: Hey Gunny!
DE LUCA: Let me get back to you. Yo!
MARINE: Have a look.
DE LUCA: What have we got here? Well, that’s not good. You hear that?
(SFX: HISSING)
MARINE: What is it?
DE LUCA: Oh. (SHOUTS) Evac! Go! Go! Go! Go! Come on, go! Go!
(SFX: MISSILE EXPLODES)
DE LUCA: Well, at least I get to give Gibbs the finger.
CUT TO:
INT. LAB – DAY
ABBY: I hear Kate kicked your butt this morning, McGee. .
MCGEE: Well, you heard wrong. It wasn’t my butt
ABBY: She kicked you in the--
MCGEE: Yeah! I thought I was joining a federal agency, not reliving my junior year in high school.
ABBY: Just remember, they torture you because they care.
MCGEE: So if I make them dislike me?
ABBY: It’ll only get worse.
MCGEE: That’s what I thought.
ABBY: Hey! I just I.D.’d your body. And he’s cute.
MCGEE: He’s dead.
ABBY: I know.
MCGEE: He’s also a major criminal.
ABBY: What can I say, I’m attracted to that bad boy type… no, way! I’m getting hacked!
(SFX: COMPUTER BEEP TONES)
MCGEE: A port scan?
ABBY: No. No this is major. They’ve already burned through the NCIS public firewall.
MCGEE: Well, isolate the node and dump it on the other side of the router.
ABBY: I’m trying! It’s moving too fast!
MCGEE: This is not good. It’s using our connection with the AFIS database. Sever it.
ABBY: I can’t. It’s a point attack. He or she is only going after my machine.
MCGEE: It’s not possible. This is D-O-D Level Nine encryption. It would take months to…
TONY: Hey, what is that? A video game?
ABBY: No, Tony! We’re getting hacked!
MCGEE: If they get into Abby’s computer, the entire NCIS network is next.
ABBY: I can’t stop him. Do something, McGee!
MCGEE: I’ve… I’ve never seen code like this.
(SFX: COMPUTER POWER OUT)
MCGEE: Ah, way to go, Abby!
ABBY: I didn’t do anything! I thought you did.
MCGEE: No.
GIBBS: I did. What the hell is going on here?
MCGEE: We were pulling a fingerprint match from the AFIS database and we set of some kind of cyber attack.
ABBY: They were definitely waiting for us.
TONY: Who?
ABBY: Well, I don’t know, Tony. And right now I’m afraid to turn my machine back on.
MCGEE: And the speed that they were cracking our encryption at. I mean, there’s only a few computers in the world with that type of power.
GIBBS: Name them.
MCGEE: Well, the… the CERN Institute in Geneva, IBM’s research facility, rumors of a few in China.
GIBBS: Oh, good. So it should be easy to find them. Where is my match?
TONY: China! Do you want some?
MCGEE: Thanks.
ABBY: Whoever this guy is, he’s got friends in high places, Gibbs.
CUT TO:
INT. SQUAD ROOM – DAY
KATE: (V.O.) Victor Gera. A-K-A Guido Valentino. Career criminal.
MCGEE: Guido Valentino?
KATE: That’s the alias he used in L.A.
TONY: Started running numbers in Chicago as a kid. Moved on to jacking cars as a teen. Graduated to drug dealing on the West Coast.
KATE: Six months ago he showed up in D.C.
GIBBS: Mafia?
MCGEE: With names like Vic Gera and Guido Valentino? What else?
TONY: Probie! In case you forget. My names Tony DiNozzo. Italiano. It doesn’t make me Mafia, now does it?
MCGEE: No, of course not. I’m sorry.
TONY: Prego.
GIBBS: McGee, what’s the connection between a small time hood and a super computer?
MCGEE: Well, I have no idea, boss.
GIBBS: Ooh, wrong answer.
MCGEE: I’ll go look for the right one now.
KATE: Why would the mob, or anyone, stash bodies at a Marine bombing range?
GIBBS: Because it’s the last place they’d look for them.
TONY: Who’d be nuts enough to go down there looking for bodies?
(SFX: PHONE RINGS)
KATE: Besides us?
GIBBS: (INTO PHONE) Yeah, Gibbs. (LOUDLY) You did what? I’m on my way! (TO KATE AND TONY) That was Gunny Sergeant De Luca. He’s not done screwing up my investigation.
(GIBBS WALKS O.S.)
KATE: Wow. I thought you were the only one that could piss him off like that.
TONY: You never met his second wife.
CUT TO:
INT. NCIS GARAGE – DAY
(SFX: ELEVATOR DINGS/DOORS SLIDE OPEN)
GIBBS: I told you not to touch anything without my M.E. being present!
DE LUCA: I didn’t really have much of a choice. It was near an unstable Javelin round. It liked to kill me and another Marine when it exploded.
GIBBS: Do you have a body that goes with this?
DE LUCA: I think it was destroyed during the explosion.
GIBBS: You think?
DE LUCA: Look, E.O.D kicked me off the range. That whole entire area’s been declared off limits until it’s been cleared.
GIBBS: How long?
DE LUCA: Gibbs, there’s decades of unexploded ordnance down there. My guess. Three weeks minimum. (BEAT) You’re welcome, Agent Gibbs.
(GIBBS WALKS O.S.)
(SFX: ELEVATOR DINGS/DOORS SLIDE OPEN)
GIBBS: Gunny, are you coming?!
CUT TO:
INT. NCIS LAB – NIGHT
ABBY: I set up a virtual model emulating my system. He comes back again, we can dump him into it.
MCGEE: It won’t fool him for long.
ABBY: All I need is a minute to back-trace his connection. Okay, I’m ready. Plug me in, McGee. Round two. He’s still there. He’s coming on strong. Initiating my back trace. Now!
(SFX: COMPUTER BEEP TONES B.G.)
MCGEE: Oh, this guy is good. He’s almost made it through your little virtual world.
ABBY: Yeah, I’m better. Oh! Gotcha! Ha! Now let’s see who we’re dealing with. (SFX: BEEP TONES)
MCGEE: Oh, my god.
ABBY: Gibbs is going to kill you.
MCGEE: Kill me? Why?
ABBY: I’m not going to tell him.
CUT TO:
INT. SQUAD ROOM – NIGHT
KATE: E.O.D has cleared about ten percent of the range so far. In this small area and in a relatively short span of time, we found three bodies. Do the math and we could be looking at potentially thirty or more victims concealed down there.
GIBBS: Gunny, I want you to coordinate with the Provost Martial. I want a cordon around that range twenty four hours a day.
DE LUCA: Agent Gibbs, that’s a lot of man power. Do you really think--
GIBBS: Then you’d better get moving.
DE LUCA: Right.
(GIBBS WALKS O.S.)
DE LUCA: Is there some secret to getting on his good side?
TONY: Oh, there’s no secret.
KATE: He doesn’t have one.
MCGEE: Ah, excuse me, boss.
GIBBS: What?
MCGEE: We completed the back-trace on the intruder’s system.
GIBBS: Yeah?
MCGEE: Yeah, and uh… well, the thing is…
(SFX: ELEVATOR DINGS/DOORS SLIDE OPEN)
MCGEE: That…
FORNELL: It’s me. Why is NCIS interested in Vic Gera, Gibbs?
GIBBS: Who says we were interested in him?
FORNELL: You ran his prints through AFIS. Where did you get them?
GIBBS: He gave them to us.
CHARLES: You have him in custody?
GIBBS: Technically speaking.
CUT TO:
INT. AUTOPSY ROOM – NIGHT
FORNELL: Where’d you find him?
GIBBS: On a live fire range at Quantico.
KATE: He was killed in a practice bomb drop this morning.
TONY: Is he Mafia?
FORNELL: He’s an undercover FBI agent, DiNozzo.
CHARLES: When we saw your print search, we were hoping Vic was alive.
FORNELL: I want his killer, Gibbs.
GIBBS: Is that an offer for a joint investigation?
FORNELL: I can’t.
GIBBS: Kate, Tony, escort our guests out.
FORNELL: I need to talk to you alone.
GIBBS: Our usual conference room?
(FORNELL AND GIBBS WALK O.S.)
(SFX: DOORS SLIDE OPEN)
KATE: What’s going on? Fornell seems unusually upset.
TONY: For an FBI agent.
CHARLES: How would you feel if one of your team was lying on a slab?
TONY: Depends… on who it was.
CHARLES: Are you always a smart ass?
TONY: Just to you boys from the Hoover building.
CUT TO:
INT. ELEVATOR – NIGHT
(SFX: ELEVATOR DINGS/DOORS SLIDE CLOSED)
GIBBS: I’m listening.
FORNELL: Jimmy Napalitano. You know him?
GIBBS: Fat little Mafioso, runs the business in Maryland, Virginia, and D.C.
FORNELL: I’ve spent half my career trying to put that bastard behind bars. Three trials, three times he walked on a technicality.
GIBBS: Tough to be sympathetic, considering you let Ari go.
FORNELL: Ari’s a valuable intelligence asset, Gibbs. Napalitano is nothing but a cheap hood.
GIBBS: Ari shot one of my people, kidnapped one of my agents and put a round through me. I don’t see the difference, Fornell.
FORNELL: I knew this was a waste of time.
GIBBS: At least we agree on something. (SFX: ELEVATOR STOPS)
FORNELL: Did anyone ever tell you you were an insufferable bastard?
GIBBS: Yeah.
FORNELL: Damn it, Jethro. I came here because I need your help.
GIBBS: I offered a joint investigation. You turned it down.
FORNELL: I couldn’t say anything in front of those agents.
GIBBS: You don’t trust them?
FORNELL: Napalitano’s always been a step ahead of me. Every informant, every agent I get close to ends up like that kid downstairs. No one’s that lucky.
GIBBS: He’s got a mole in the Bureau.
FORNELL: Or someone with access to my operations.
GIBBS: Why not take it to Internal Affairs?
FORNELL: They can’t help me.
GIBBS: But I can?
FORNELL: Realizing how sad this sounds, you’re the closet thing I have to a friend, Gibbs.
GIBBS: You dying or something? Okay, not dying. Is this some part of a twelve step program?
FORNELL: Look, are you going to help me or not?
GIBBS: I’m thinking about it.
FORNELL: It’s settled then. (ELEVATOR STARTS)
GIBBS: This isn’t your style, Tobias.
FORNELL: I know it. The Bureau believes that the mole who put my man on your slab…
(SFX: ELEVATOR DINGS/DOORS SLIDE OPEN)
FORNELL: … is me.
CHARLES: Sorry, Tobias.
(SFX: ELEVATOR DINGS/DOORS SLIDE CLOSED)
(MUSIC OUT)
FADE IN:
INT. MTAC ROOM – DAY
RICKEY: (ON MONITOR) Hey, Tiffany! Enough with the smoking already!
TIFFANY: (ON MONITOR) Get off my back, Rickey.
RICKEY: (ON MONITOR) I’m paying you to dance, not get lung cancer!
TIFFANY: (ON MONITOR) All right, all ready!
BALDUCCI: (ON MONITOR) I thought Tiffany was your numero uno.
RICKEY: (ON MONITOR) Nah, I dumped her.
BALDUCCI: (ON MONITOR) Rickey, how do you dump something that looks like that?
RICKEY: (ON MONITOR) Easy. Badda-bing. Badda-boom. Ciao!
TONY: I’ve got to remember that one.
CHARLES: The comedian’s Napalitano’s son, Little Rickey.
TONY: Who’s the muscle with him?
CHARLES: Sal Balducci. Napalitano’s enforcer. And that’s the man himself. Jimmy Napalitano. A-K-A Jimmy Naps. He’s politically connected and has the finest lawyers money can buy. He’s virtually untouchable.
JIMMY: We got a problem.
RICKEY: (ON MONITOR) What kind of problem, Pops?
JIMMY: (ON MONITOR) Not here. Inside.
TONY: You got ears inside?
CHARLES: No. Jimmy Naps is high-tech. Camera two, get me tight on the thug by the rear entrance. They find our bugs and wire taps before we finish installing them.
GIBBS: Or your mole tips them off.
CHARLES: There’s no mole. Jimmy Naps set Fornell up. They study us like we study them. Rumor has it they have dossiers on all of us. They even know we’re watching them right now. Camera one, show me Abe. Hello, Abe.
TONY: Abe?
CHARLES: As in Vigoda. That’s the FBI call sign for him.
TONY: Oh, yeah. It does sort of look like him. (WITH ACCENT) “Tom, can you get me off… for old times sake?”
CHARLES: (WITH ACCENT) “Sorry, Solly. No can do.”
GIBBS: You two through?
CHARLES: Sorry. The point is, Agent Gibbs, it’s impossible to get near them.
GIBBS: Agent Gera did.
CHARLES: And he’s dead.
CUT TO:
INT. HOLDING CELL – DAY
GIBBS: Not much of a view.
FORNELL: Kind of reminds me of your basement.
GIBBS: It’s not dark enough.
FORNELL: Did you see the Bureau’s case against me?
GIBBS: You know that your people won’t share files with us.
FORNELL: What’s this supposed to be?
GIBBS: Coffee.
FORNELL: I’ll take your word for it. They found two kilos of coke and fifty grand in counterfeit bills in my freezer. I thought the coke in ice cream quarts was a nice touch.
GIBBS: It’s an expensive one. Jimmy Naps has gone to a lot of trouble to frame you, Tobias.
FORNELL: I know. He knew I was vulnerable.
GIBBS: Vulnerable how?
FORNELL: Ari.
GIBBS: You’re laying this on me, huh?
FORNELL: I arranged your meeting with him, Jethro. He’s our only agent inside Al Qaeda. And what did you do? You shot him!
GIBBS: I could have killed him. Putting a round in his shoulder helped sell his cover to Al Qaeda.
FORNELL: Why don’t you explain that to the Director? He didn’t buy it when I did.
GIBBS: Okay, if you think it’ll do any good. (SFX: GIBBS LAUGHS)
FORNELL: I’m not getting out of this, am I?
GIBBS: You’ll get out of it. It just may not be the way you’d like.
CUT TO:
INT. AUTOPSY LAB – DAY
(SFX: DOORS SLIDE OPEN)
GIBBS: Duck! What have you got for me?
DUCKY: Ah! I’ve identified our second victim from the dental charts supplied by the FBI. His name’s Frank Pilato.
CHARLES: Frankie P. He was to testify against Napalitano five years ago. He disappeared walking his dog on a Sunday afternoon.
DUCKY: Yeah, those Sunday afternoon strolls can be dangerous.
KATE: Ducky, I thought you said the test indicated he was dead five or six months ago.
DUCKY: I did. Anyone care to guess how he died?
TONY: I’m going to go out on a limb here and say something to do with flames.
DUCKY: And you’d be wrong, Tony. His throat was slit.
KATE: Bled to death.
DUCKY: Actually, no, Kate.
GIBBS: Lead poisoning.
DUCKY: Three nine millimeter slugs to be exact. Administered at close range.
GIBBS: He was kidnapped in ninety nine. Wasn’t shot until a few months ago?
DUCKY: He was most likely executed years ago. His body has only recently been exposed to the elements. Excuse me. His blood was drained after death and his body frozen.
CHARLES: Jimmy Nap’s version of the ice man. They stashed the body in a cooler somewhere and then dumped it years later when everyone stopped looking.
TONY: Yeesh, shot, throat slit, frozen, then burned? Jimmy Naps definitely didn’t like this dude.
DUCKY: The Mafia does tend to have a flare for the dramatic, Tony.
GIBBS: Anything on the finger parts Gunny De Luca picked up on the range?
DUCKY: I’m good, Jethro, but not that good. I sent them up to Abby.
GIBBS: Kate, Tony.
TONY: On it, Boss.
GIBBS: Agent Charles, can you get me the Bureau file on Fornell?
CHARLES: I haven’t even seen it. If I get caught, I’m finished as a Federal Agent.
GIBBS: Don’t get caught.
CUT TO:
INT. LAB – DAY
ABBY: You know what I think, McGee?
MCGEE: What?
ABBY: I think you’re more interested in me than what I’m doing.
MCGEE: That’s not true! Not that I’m not interested in you. I am. But I’m more interested in… the work. Well, how could you say that?
ABBY: Because what I’m looking at through the microscope.
MCGEE: Yeah.
ABBY: Is up there on that screen.
MCGEE: Hey guys!
ABBY: You here for the finger or the blood?
KATE: What blood?
ABBY: I found two types on Agent Gera’s face. One is his. One is not.
KATE: So if he was beaten, you know, kind of like the way you were yesterday by Gibbs? It could be the killer’s.
TONY: Kate-Kate-Kate, when I let Gibbs win, we all win. And if I beat the crap out of him, who do you think he’s going to take it out on? Oh, that’s right, all of us!
MCGEE: So you took a dive for the team?
TONY: Of course, McGee.
KATE: It’s good to know.
GIBBS: It sure is. Turn around.
TONY: I’m waiting for you to slap the back of my head, boss.
GIBBS: I’m not going to slap your head.
TONY: You’re not?
GIBBS: What, you don’t think I have a sense of humor? Abs, I want a DNA on the unknown blood.
ABBY: I already started it.
GIBBS: Okay, what about the finger. Any idea how long it was on the range?
ABBY: Well, ordinarily you can’t date bones unless it’s been in the ground long enough to soak up fluorine which is like hundreds of years. But sometimes being in a place where things get blown up all the time is a good thing. I swabbed the finger for explosives and I found traces of one. Mercury fulminate, which was completely phased out by the military by nineteen eighty six.
KATE: Well, that means the mafia must have been dumping bodies down there for…
MCGEE: At least eighteen years.
KATE: Thank you, McGee.
GIBBS: Good job, Abs. McGee, find a way to get Little Rickey’s DNA.
MCGEE: Okay. (GIBBS HITS TONY)
GIBBS: It’s no fun if you know it’s coming.
TONY: Ow! (TONY HITS McGEE)
MCGEE: What was that for?
TONY: Ah-ha! That’s for eating my sandwich.
CUT TO:
INT. SQUAD ROOM – DAY
MCGEE: I know how to get Little Rickey’s DNA.
TONY: Are you going to sleep with him?
MCGEE: He was hit with two paternity suits in the last five years. Beat them both with a DNA test.
TONY: Ha, nice try, Probie. But those tests are sealed court records.
KATE: Those court records are sealed, McGee.
TONY: Hey, that’s what I just said. First!
MCGEE: But not the records from the lab that he used. It’s downtown.
TONY: You’ll never get a judge to sign off on that warrant.
KATE: Maybe we don’t need one. That is, if you’re ready to become a father.
TONY: I think she’s talking to you, Probie.
KATE: We go down to the lab and see if I’m carrying your baby. It’ll be fun.
MCGEE: Oh! And we can steal Little Rickey’s DNA test.
KATE: Photograph it for Abby.
TONY: I’ll do it.
MCGEE: Why you?
TONY: Do you think anyone would believe you actually slept with Kate? (TO GIBBS) Hey, I figured out how to get Little Rickey’s DNA records.
MCGEE: Oh, you mean I figured out.
TONY: Hey, there’s no “I” in team, McGee.
GIBBS: How?
TONY: A paternity clinic downtown. Kate and I can have them in an hour.
GIBBS: Go get ‘em. Atta boy.
TONY: Thank you, Sir.
GIBBS: McGee.
CHARLES: I got the file on Fornell.
GIBBS: Good.
CHARLES: Not good.
GIBBS: Fornell knew Jimmy Naps was under surveillance. He can explain this.
CHARLES: That photo came from an anonymous source. From the newspaper blowup you can see the date.
GIBBS: The seventeenth.
CHARLES: Tobias had me pull surveillance on the seventeenth.
GIBBS: Why?
CHARLES: Never said. But it’s the day before Agent Gera disappeared.
MUSICAL BRIDGE TO:
INT. PRISON CELL – DAY
(MUSIC OVER ACTION/FORNELL HANGS HIMSELF IN THE CELL)
(MUSIC OUT)
MUSIC IN:
INT. CELL – DAY
CHARLES: He didn’t hang himself. Not Fornell. That’s the coward’s way out, and Tobias was no coward!
MARSHAL: Only one person was in his cell with him today.
CHARLES: Who?
MARSHAL: Me. To cut him down.
GIBBS: Doctor?
EXAMINER: Yes?
GIBBS: I would like our M.E., Doctor Mallard, to receive a copy of your autopsy report.
EXAMINER: Ducky? Of course.
CUT TO:
INT. FERTILITY CENTER – DAY
KATE: You writin’ my name right?
TONY: What?! I just want to know if it’s mine. She kind of sleeps around a lot, if you know what I mean.
KATE: If I did, it’s because he ain’t any good in bed.
TONY: At least I didn’t sleep with my cousin.
KATE: You slept with my sister.
TONY: I thought it was you!
KATE: She weighs three hundred pounds.
TONY: She was wearing your earrings!
NURSE WELLS: That’s enough! If you two can’t be civil, I’m going to have to ask you to leave.
KATE: Look, is there anywhere that I can wait away from him, please? I’m begging you.
NURSE WELLS: There’s an empty exam room behind you two doors on the right.
KATE: Thank you.
NURSE WELLS: Mm-hmm.
TONY: I’m sorry. (TO PATIENTS) She slept with my brother and my best friend at the same time.
CUT TO:
INT. RECORDS ROOM – DAY
(MUSIC OVER ACTION/KATE PHOTOGRAPHS THE RECORDS)
CUT TO:
INT. LAB – DAY
ABBY: Okay, we’ve got Rickey’s DNA from the clinic. Let’s see if we match it to a sample from the crime scene. We’re cued up. Initiating DNA match.
(SFX: HIGH COMPUTER BEEP TONES)
ABBY: That’s it. It’s Rickey Napalitano’s blood.
GIBBS: Thanks, Abs.
TONY: We made a good couple, Kate.
KATE: For the Jerry Springer show.
ABBY: Dig your threads.
CUT TO:
INT. CAR – MOVING
JIMMY: You gotta be kidding me. Unfreakin’ believable. He whacked himself?
RICKEY: Yeah, poor Fornell. We won’t see him no more, pops.
(SFX: POLICE SIREN)
SAL: Hey, this guy’s pulling us over, boss.
JIMMY: If I find out we got a busted taillight or something, Sally Boy, it’s your ass.
CUT TO:
EXT. STREET – DAY
(SFX: CAR DOORS OPEN/CLOSE)
SAL: Is there a problem, officer?
OFFICER: You’re talking to the wrong person.
TONY: Bona sera. We’ve got a warrant for your arrest, Little Dickey.
RICKEY: It’s Rickey.
TONY: It’s murder, Dicky. Come on.
GIBBS: Come on, get out.
JIMMY: All right.
TONY: Hands on the hood, big guy. Stand up.
RICKEY: Who the hell are you guys anyway? FBI?
KATE: NCIS.
RICKEY: Meat inspectors?
JIMMY: Shut up, Rickey, will you? They’re Navy cops.
GIBBS: Turn around.
RICKEY: Arrested by Navy cops!? Talk about embarrassing. At least you’re hot, sweetheart.
(KATE PUSHES RICKEY ONTO THE HOOD OF THE CAR)
RICKEY: Ow! Ow! Ow! Oh, take it easy. Take it easy.
TONY: Now that’s embarrassing.
RICKEY: Ow!
KATE: Go!
JIMMY: All right, don’t worry. Don’t worry, all right, Rickey? Our lawyers will take care of this. (TO GIBBS) Ah, I don’t think we’ve met, Agent..
GIBBS: Special Agent …Gibbs.
JIMMY: Special Agent Gibbs. So who is it my son was supposed to have whacked?
GIBBS: An FBI agent, Victor Gera.
JIMMY: I remember something about that. Something happened to him on a Marine base. What was it?
SAL: Yeah, he got killed by a bomb.
JIMMY: A bomb! Yeah. Yeah, suppose…God forbid, that my son could be connected to this accident, what would you charge him with, Special Agent Gibbs?
GIBBS: Manslaughter.
JIMMY: Manslaughter? Manslaughter. What’s the worse you can get with that, Sally?
SAL: Four years. Does one.
JIMMY: It might do the kid some good. Season him up a bit.
GIBBS: Jail can be a dangerous place.
JIMMY: So they tell me. Yeah. You know, you remind me of somebody, Special Agent Gibbs. Somebody… who was that guy who was always talking trash. That Fed…
SAL: Fornell.
JIMMY: Oh, yeah. Fornell. That’s it. Yeah, whatever happened to him?
SAL: I think he hung himself. Real sad.
JIMMY: Oh, yes. It’s terrible. All that ambition and everything. And he ends up doing the twist.
(JIMMY LAUGHS)
(GIBBS PUSHES JIMMY AGAINST THE CAR)
GIBBS: I get the Government agent on your payroll by sunup, dirt bag, or Little Rickey does the twist.
JIMMY: Say I do this, all right? What do I get?
GIBBS: I deliver Little Rickey to you. The evidence against him gets lost, and you never see me again.
JIMMY: You’d do all this just to clear Fornell’s name?
GIBBS: He was my friend.
CUT TO:
INT. SQUAD ROOM – NIGHT
CHARLES: You can’t threaten to kill someone in custody, Gibbs.
GIBBS: It wasn’t a threat.
CHARLES: You’d really do it?
GIBBS: Hey, you want to clear Tobias’s name?
CHARLES: Hell, yes. But not by letting Little Rickey off for Vic’s murder.
GIBBS: He’ll screw up again.
CHARLES: You think Jimmy Naps is going to make a swap and just let you walk away?
GIBBS: I hope not.
(SFX: PHONE RINGS)
GIBBS: (INTO PHONE) Gibbs.
(BEGIN TELEPHONE INTERCUTS)
(SCENE CUT)
JIMMY: (INTO PHONE) Rear of the club. One hour. Lose the Feds in the building and in the alley.
(SCENE CUT)
GIBBS: (INTO PHONE) Oh, I can’t do that. I’m operating on my own hook. Pick another place.
(SCENE CUT)
JIMMY: (INTO PHONE) You want me to pick a place?
(SCENE CUT)
GIBBS: (INTO PHONE) I’m trying to show you there are no tricks here, Jimmy Boy.
(SCENE CUT)
JIMMY: (INTO PHONE) Coleman Park. You know it?
(SCENE CUT)
GIBBS: (INTO PHONE) Yeah. Yeah, I know it.
(SCENE CUT)
JIMMY: (INTO PHONE) Come alone.
(SCENE CUT)
GIBBS: (LAUGHS) (INTO PHONE) I’m not that stupid.
(SCENE CUT)
JIMMY: (INTO PHONE) All right, we each bring a man.
(SCENE CUT)
GIBBS: (INTO PHONE) One hour.
(SCENE CUT)
JIMMY: (INTO PHONE) And Gibbs, you hurt my boy, I’ll kill your brothers, your uncles, your father…
(SCENE CUT)
JIMMY: (V.O./FILTERED) … and after their funerals, I’ll kill you.
GIBBS: (INTO PHONE) No brothers, no uncles, my father passed years ago. I do have three ex-wives whose names and addresses I will gladly fax on to you.
(SFX: HANGS UP PHONE)
GIBBS: Oh. He hung up.
(KATE/TONY AND MCGEE PICK UP THEIR GUNS)
GIBBS: Whoa. Where do you three think you’re going?
TONY/KATE AND MCGEE: (IN UNISON) With you, boss.
GIBBS: I can bring one backup.
TONY: Well clearly you should take me, boss. Probie doesn’t know what he’s doing.
KATE: (OVERLAP) Oh, come on, Tony! Of course he doesn’t know what he’s doing.
MCGEE: (OVERLAP) With all due respect, I do not think…
TONY: Kate, with all due respect, you think you can conduct yourself in the field?
KATE: Are you kidding, Tony? Why should he bring you? You’re a total jackass. I’m the one that came up with the idea...
(ALL TALK OVER)
(SFX: WHISTLE)
GIBBS: Agent Charles is going.
CHARLES: Me?
TONY: Are you kidding, Boss? He’s kidding, right?
MCGEE: I don’t think he is, Tony.
KATE: Gibbs, you need someone--
GIBBS: Someone who can verify the guy that Jimmy Naps turns over is FBI or Justice. Can any of you do that?
CHARLES: He’s right. I know the players. I go.
(SFX: DRAWER SLIDES OPEN/ CLOSED)
CUT TO:
EXT. PARK – NIGHT
RICKEY: These bracelets are killing me. You hear me?!
(SFX: CAR BRAKES TO A STOP)
(CAR DOORS OPEN/CLOSE)
JIMMY: Stay there, Sally. Stay. Stay. Where’s my boy? Where’s Rickey?
(CAR DOOR OPENS/ CLOSES)
RICKEY: Pops!
JIMMY: Hey, you okay, son?
RICKEY: No! Make ‘em take these freakin’ bracelets off me!
GIBBS: Where’s your end of the swap?
JIMMY: I’ll leave my backup in the car. You do the same. Sally, bring him out.
SAL: Yeah, I got him.
JIMMY: Come on! Let’s go! Come on! Chop chop. We haven’t got all day.
(OLD MAN WALKS FROM THE CAR TO THE CLEARING)
CHARLES: That’s Abe!
JIMMY: Stupido!
RICKEY: Pop, I had nothing to do with--
JIMMY: Not you! This jabone. What did you think I was going to do? Let you come in my back yard and walk away with your coglionis?
GIBBS: You know what Primacord is Jimmy?
JIMMY: Primacord?
(SFX: EXPLOSION)
(SFX: TREE BRANCH FALLS TO THE GROUND)
GIBBS: That was Primacord. This is Primacord.
RICKEY: Oh! Oh! Pops!
GIBBS: And this is a dead-man’s switch.
JIMMY: Oh, Marone.
GIBBS: No, we can still deal, Jimmy. All you have to do is give me your mole’s name.
(JIMMY LOOKS AT AGENT CHARLES)
GIBBS: Yeah, that’s what we thought.
CHARLES: You dumb Wop! He never would have set it off! The blast would kill him!
GIBBS: Who are you going to believe?
RICKEY: He’s pazzo, Pop. He’ll do it. He’ll do it.
CHARLES: In fact, I think the blast should kill all of you. You should have kept your mouth shut, Napalitano.
(SFX: GUNSHOT)
GIBBS: You lied to me, Jimmy.
JIMMY: Oh, like you didn’t expect it. I just saved all our lives. Now what?
GIBBS: Ciao!
RICKEY: Pops! (SHOUTS) Pops!
JIMMY: You go to jail. You stay there a couple of years. It’ll do you good, son! Come on. Come on. Come on. Let’s go. Let’s get out of here. Hey, let’s go.
(SFX: CAR DRIVES O.S.)
RICKEY: Get this thing off me.
GIBBS: Here. Do it yourself.
(SFX: BEEP TONE)
(SFX: RICKEY SHOUTS)
GIBBS: Boom.
CUT TO:
INT. SQUAD ROOM – DAY
(SFX: ELEVATOR DINGS/DOORS SLIDE OPEN)
TONY: Whatcha doing there, Probie?
MCGEE: I’m trying to find what I missed. How did Gibbs know that it was Charles?
KATE: You mean you didn’t know?
TONY: He didn’t know.
MCGEE: What, you knew?
TONY: We’re seasoned investigators, McGee.
KATE: You have to start thinking outside the box.
TONY: Expect the unexpected.
GIBBS: Good advice, Tony.
FORNELL: Agent Todd, DiNozzo, McGee.
(SFX: ELEVATOR DINGS/DOORS SLIDE OPEN/ CLOSED)
GIBBS: What?
(FADE OUT)
(MUSIC UP OVER ENDING CREDITS AND OUT)
* * * * * * * *
Prepared by C.C. Printed in USA
Calvert Continuities Aired 10/26/04
