MUSIC IN:
INT. CAR TRUNK – DAY
OPERATOR: (V.O./FILTERED) NCIS.
WILKERSON: (INTO PHONE) I need help!
OPERATOR: (V.O./FILTERED) You’re going to have to speak up, Ma'am.
WILKERSON: (INTO PHONE) I’ve been abducted.
(SFX: CAR DRIVES OVER BUMPS)
(SFX: WILKERSON SHOUTS)
OPERATOR: (V.O./FILTERED) Are you there, Ma'am?
(SFX: TELEPHONE BEEP TONE)
WILKERSON: I seem to be…. no!
(SFX: PHONE REDIALS)
OPERATOR: (V.O./FILTERED) NCIS.
WILKERSON: (INTO PHONE) My name is Wilkerson.
(SFX: CAR BRAKES TO A STOP)
WILKERSON: (INTO PHONE) I’ve been abducted!
CUT TO:
EXT. CAR – DAY
WILKERSON: (V.O./FILTERED) Please! Please, help me!
OPERATOR: (V.O./FILTERED) Ma'am!
(SFX: TRUNK OPENS)
WILKERSON: (SCREAMS INTO THE PHONE) No!! Help me please!!
(FADE OUT)
(THEME MUSIC UP OVER OPENING TITLE/SCENES/ CREDITS AND OUT)
MUSIC IN:
INT. SQUAD ROOM – DAY
“DECEPTION”
TONY: Hi. You know what I like about coming to work on a Sunday?
ZIVA: The relaxed dress code?
TONY: Actually, no. It offers us the unique chance to get a glimpse into the private lives of our coworkers.
ZIVA: Except I have no interest in your life.
TONY: Now me? I was playing football. It’s American football. You? I’m guessing, yoga?
ZIVA: Why do you insist on calling it football when you don’t use your feet?
TONY: Huh. I hadn’t though of that. Well, we kick it sometimes. Listen to this. So anyway, right, it’s first and goal. I’m about to snap the ball… and my butt starts to vibrate.
ZIVA: Oh, I’ve seen this on TV. There was a guy behind you.
TONY: No, it wasn’t the quarterback. It was my phone.
ZIVA: So you keep it in your pants at all times?
TONY: Enough about me. Let me guess. Pilates?
ZIVA: Very good, Tony.
TONY: I am an investigator. It’s kind of what I do.
ZIVA: Mm-hmm.
TONY: I thought you said you were doing pilates.
ZIVA: Isn’t pilates one of your martial arts?
TONY: No, it’s kind of like the expensive stretching.
ZIVA: Mm. Well then, I guess I wasn’t doing a pilate. Do you mind giving me a hand with this?
TONY: Yes, I do. Whose blood is that?
ZIVA: Not mine. Where’s McGee?
TONY: In trouble. I left messages on his home phone, cell and Blackberry. No answer.
ZIVA: Rule number three.
TONY: Never be unreachable. When Gibbs finds out about this…
GIBBS: Find out what, DiNozzo?
TONY:
TONY: We’ve got a possible abduction, Boss. Call came in at zero nine zero three Fairfax area code. Caller said her name was Wilkerson, then the line went dead. Ran a reverse look-up on the number. It came back belonging to a Navy Lieutenant Commander, Amanda Wilkerson. Stationed at the Department of the Navy, Washington, D.C. No one answers from her home phone or cell. She’s currently on liberty. Scheduled to be back at work tomorrow morning at zero seven.
(CONT.) That’s a nice suit. You didn’t get married again, did you?
GIBBS: If you have more, DiNozzo, now would be a good time.
TONY: Yeah. Ah, her cell wasn’t GPS-enabled, but the service provider narrowed the call location um… you know, to the… to the…
GIBBS: Radius?
TONY: Radius. The two and one half mile radius. Yeah. And they said they’d contact us. If it’s used again, we might be able to triangulate and get a fix.
GIBBS: Where’s McGee?
TONY: I don’t know.
ZIVA: Sundays are a spiritual day in your country, Gibbs. Perhaps…
GIBBS: Did you get Lieutenant Commander Wilkerson’s home address?
TONY: I did.
GIBBS: Then why are you still here? Are you waiting for an invitation, Officer David?
ZIVA: Oh, so you really are getting married?
TONY: He means you’re with me.
ZIVA: Oh. I knew that.
TONY: Tick, tock, tick, tock… (ABBY WALKS INTO THE SQUAD ROOM)
ABBY: Good morning, Men.
TONY: Hi.
ABBY: Reporting for duty as ordered, Sir!
GIBBS: Wrong hand, Abs.
ABBY: Sorry, Sir.
GIBBS: The call came in from a woman claiming she was abducted. Abby, I need an acoustical analysis of a tape.
ABBY: Permission to speak freely, Sir.
GIBBS: You always speak freely, Abs.
ABBY: I know. I just always wanted to say that. So where’s my tape?
GIBBS: On the way to your lab.
ABBY: So am I. If I finish quickly, maybe I can get back to Habitat for Humanity. I’m doing a bunch of wiring for them this weekend.
GIBBS: We’ll see, Abby.
ABBY: Thank you, Sir.
GIBBS: Don’t call me Sir.
ABBY: Thank you, Ma'am.
CUT TO:
EXT. WILKERSON’S HOUSE – DAY
(SFX: DOOR BELL RINGS)
ZIVA: It’s clear she isn’t home. What’s our plan?
TONY: We use good old-fashioned American ingenuity.
ZIVA: Good plan except I’m not American, Tony.
TONY: Well, lucky for you, I am. We start looking for the key.
ZIVA: Why would there be a key?
TONY: Because they always hide one. It’s stupid, I know, but it’s what they do.
ZIVA: And you’re certain there’s no alarm?
TONY: Positive. No sign, no alarm. But there’s always a key. You may want to write that down.
(DOOR OPENS)
ZIVA: After you.
CUT TO:
INT. LIVING ROOM – DAY
(DOOR CLOSES)
(MUSIC OVER ACTION)
ZIVA: Clear.
TONY: Clear. Very O.C.D.
ZIVA: O.C.D.?
TONY: Anal retentive.
ZIVA: Are you’re saying she’s a neat freak?
TONY: Yeah. Nice job with the lock, by the way.
ZIVA: Thank you. It was a very simple pin and tumbler design.
TONY: So are handcuffs, but I’ll bet you couldn’t get out of a pair of those.
ZIVA: Are you saying you’d like to handcuff me, Tony?
TONY: That’s not really my thing, Ziva.
ZIVA: I see. You’re the one who likes to be handcuffed, then, huh?
TONY: Spread out.
ZIVA: What are we looking for exactly?
TONY: Anything that’s out of place.
ZIVA: You’re going to have to be a little bit more specific.
TONY: We’re looking for a reason why someone would kidnap our Naval Officer. Preferably before Gibbs asks us for it.
CUT TO:
INT. MTAC – DAY
MARTINO: (ON MONITOR) You’re absolutely certain that the phone call was from Lieutenant Commander Wilkerson, Agent Gibbs?
GIBBS: Not yet, Captain. I was hoping you could help me out with that.
WILKERSON: (V.O./FILTERED) I need help!
OPERATOR: (V.O./FILTERED) You’re going to have to speak up, Ma'am.
WILKERSON: (V.O./FILTERED) I’ve been abducted! Ah!
MARTINO: (ON MONITOR) That’s her. That’s her voice.
GIBBS: Now, why would someone abduct her?
MARTINO: (ON MONITOR) She’s a Force Protection Officer.
GIBBS: Protecting what?
MARTINO: (ON MONITOR) Right now my worst nightmare. We’re now at force-protection condition Delta, gentlemen. Notify the Admiral. I’m heading your way, Agent Gibbs. I need to come in to brief you personally.
GIBBS: Well, that’s great, Captain. You mind telling me why?
MARTINO: (ON MONITOR) Last night a shipment of nuclear fuel rods left a reactor plant in Ohio.
GIBBS: Bound for?
MARTINO: (ON MONITOR) That’s classified. Only a handful of people know the exact route that train is taking, Agent Gibbs.
GIBBS: And Lieutenant Commander Wilkerson was one of them.
MARTINO: (ON MONITOR) Mm-hmm.
CUT TO:
INT. WILKERSON’S HOUSE – DAY
(SFX: KEYBOARDING)
TONY: Houdini?
ZIVA: Hmm?
TONY: How are you at picking computer locks?
ZIVA: Not very good. Why, did you find something interesting, Tony? (BEAT) Tony, did you find something interesting? Tony!
PARNELL: Hands over your heads! Now! You too, lady! Make any sudden moves, I shoot. Do we understand each other?
TONY: Okay, relax, Quickdraw. We’re Feds.
PARNELL: Yeah? What agency?
TONY AND ZIVA: (IN UNISON) NCIS.
PARNELL: Never heard of it.
ZIVA: Naval Criminal Investigative Service.
PARNELL: Never heard of it!
TONY: You never actually get used to it. You think you will but you never do. Okay, I have a badge.
PARNELL: Sit down! Cuff yourself to him.
ZIVA: I’d rather you shoot me first.
PARNELL: Cuff yourself, dirtbag!
TONY: Ow!
PARNELL: Now, you cuff yourself to the chair.
TONY: You’re making a big mistake.
PARNELL: Yeah, like you did setting off the alarm?
ZIVA: Ha!
TONY: There’s supposed to be a sign outside. There’s supposed to be a sign outside!
PARNELL: Kids probably stole it. Don’t move! (INTO RADIO) Central, I’ve got two suspects claiming to be Feds.
TONY: No little red light on the radio means the radio not working. (TO ZIVA) Hey, will you please calm down? This guy is a little jumpy and nervous, so just relax. No sudden moves, all right?
ZIVA: Mm-hmm. (ZIVA JUMPS PARNELL)
PARNELL: Oh, don’t shoot! Don’t shoot!
TONY: Nobody’s going to shoot anyone. Right, Officer David?
ZIVA: He called me a dirtbag.
PARNELL: I’m sorry, Ma'am.
ZIVA: Ma'am!
CUT TO:
INT. LAB – DAY
WILKERSON: (FILTERED ON TAPE) Wilkerson. My name is Wilkerson!
ABBY: Did you hear that?
GIBBS: Hear what?
ABBY: Gibbs, I thought your hearing was better than your eyesight. How wrong was I? Okay, I’ll just back up…. slow it down. Fiddle with the Hertz a bit and we will interpret this as we go.
GIBBS: That would be a good idea.
ABBY: Okay, so just after she says her name…
WILKERSON: (FILTERED ON TAPE) Wilkerson…
ABBY: Name that tune, Gibbs.
GIBBS: That’s a tire skid.
ABBY: Yes! So the car braked. Next up is the thunk.
WILKERSON: (FILTERED ON TAPE) … Abducted!
ABBY: Manual trunk release. Now the second that happens, the ambient noise changes. Mostly the engine sound.
GIBBS: She’s in a car trunk.
ABBY: Yes, again. Now for the big finish. Exactly three point four seconds later… the trunk is slammed shut. But the engine sound stays the same until the phone shut off.
GIBBS: They grabbed the cell phone, left her in the trunk.
ABBY: I’m afraid so, Gibbs.
GIBBS: If they left her there, Abs, how much time does she have?
ABBY: Well, there’s a lot of factors that play there. It depends on the age of the car, how airtight the trunk is, how much c-oh-two she releases in her panic…
GIBBS: Abby!
ABBY: Twelve hours she might be safe, then she’d slip into a coma. After seventeen, she’d definitely run out of oxygen.
MUSICAL BRIDGE TO:
EXT. PARKING LOT – DAY
(SFX: WILKERSON BANGS ON THE TRUNK)
(MUSIC OUT)
FADE IN:
INT. MTAC – DAY
MARTINO:
MARTINO:
We stopped the nuclear supply train in Pennsylvania, in a rural area. It’s heavily armored and defended by a platoon of Fast Company Marines. The fuel rods themselves are in a containment capsule capable of withstanding small arms fire.
(CONT.) However, if someone did manage to detonate those fuel rods, they would irradiate a ten mile radius.
GIBBS: How many other people know about the train’s route?
MARTINO: The personnel onboard escorting, the two Cobras flying air escort, and my staff.
GIBBS: And Lieutenant Commander Wilkerson’s involvement?
MARTINO: She helped plan both the primary and alternate routes.
GIBBS: What the hell was she doing on liberty, Captain?
MARTINO: She was never involved in the operational phase. And she specifically requested today off.
GIBBS: Why?
MARTINO: I didn’t ask. Are you suggesting that she’s somehow involved in this? She’s one of my finest officers.
GIBBS: What’s next on your checklist, or do you want me to guess?
MARTINO: We head back to the processing plant, and reschedule our delivery. You think they’re going to try to hit us on the way back?
GIBBS: I think we ought to find your missing officer before we move that train again.
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INT. LAB – DAY
ABBY: I thought you said she was organized!
TONY: Her house looked like Martha Stewart’s jail cell. Only neater.
ABBY: Her hard drive is a mess. There’s sub-folders with sub-folders, thousands of files, everything’s password protected. She didn’t know the concept of delete.
MCGEE: Boss, I’m sorry I’m late.
TONY: Look who’s joined us. It’s the ghost of David Niven.
MCGEE: I couldn’t hear my cell because of the commotion where I was.
ABBY: Where was you?
MCGEE: It won’t happen again, Boss.
GIBBS: You’re right, McGee. It won’t. Help Abby.
MCGEE: Help Abby with what? (BEAT) Okay, I’ll have Abby fill me in. What do we do?
TONY: (LAUGHS) Don’t even try to act all normal dressed like this. Come on.
MCGEE: What is wrong with what I’m wearing?
TONY: (LAUGHS) You’ve got elbow pads. Look at this. You’re like “Mister Peabody, where’s the wayback machine?” Is there a costume party? It’s like… you’re all dressed like an English professor. What are you doing?
MCGEE: Are you finished?
TONY: No, I haven’t even started yet, Banacek. What do you got here?
ZIVA: Oh, you smoke a pipe, McGee?
MCGEE: I do not.
TONY: This is his writing pipe. Our McGee fancies himself a novelist.
MCGEE: I am a novelist.
ZIVA: Don’t listen to him, McGee. I think your attire is quite sexy.
MCGEE: Thank you, Ziva.
ABBY: Can we continue with this or are you guys going to make out for a while?
MCGEE: Can I?
ABBY: By all means. The computer belongs to an abducted Navy officer. All her files are encrypted. She hasn’t defragged her hard drive since she got it so it’s going to take time.
MCGEE: I found something.
ABBY: What?
MCGEE: Electronic date book.
ABBY: Where?
MCGEE: It’s an icon in the center of the desktop. I use the same program.
ZIVA: Don’t worry, Abby. Some times it’s hard to see the jungle through the ferns.
ABBY: Right.
TONY: What do we have?
MCGEE: Looks like her last appointment was today at eight thirty a.m.
ZIVA: A half an hour before she called us.
TONY: It say where?
MCGEE: Braddock Mall.
CUT TO:
INT. CAR – MOVING
TONY: Just out of curiosity….who taught you to drive?
ZIVA: I did.
(SFX: TIRES SCREECH)
TONY: On the odd chance that I can actually see something traveling at warp speed, what kind of car are we looking for?
ZIVA: Lieutenant Commander Wilkerson drives a two thousand two silver Jetta.
TONY: Figures.
ZIVA: What figures?
TONY: Chick car.
ZIVA: Meaning?
TONY: There are guy cars and there are chick cars. It’s a known and irrefutable fact.
ZIVA: Was it a Government study?
TONY: It’s just a thing you know. You don’t know how you know it, you just do.
(SFX: CAR TIRES SCREECH)
(SFX: CAR HORN HONKS)
TONY: Sebring, Liberty, Jetta, Bug, the whole VW line, all chick. Mustang, Camaro, Escalade, PT Cruiser, all guy. Hummer, it’s very guy but with adequacy issues. And then there’s some that go both ways.
(SFX: CAR TIRES SCREECH)
TONY: It’s an Accord, not a Jetta. But case in point. Mini Cooper and Acura fall in the same category.
ZIVA: You’ve given this a lot of thought. It’s very sad.
TONY: Well then there’s the Miata. It’s a special case. Leans to chick. It can go guy. Usually means he’s in denial, though. Stop!
(SFX: CAR TIRES SCREECH)
ZIVA: Gladly if it means I don’t have to listen to your automobile gender issues.
TONY: The plate matches.
CUT TO:
INT. LAB – DAY
WILKERSON: (FILTERED ON TAPE) …Abducted!
ABBY: The car definitely hit something in the road.
MCGEE: Play it back again. I mean, can you please play it back again?
ABBY: Better, Timmy.
MCGEE: You’re mad at me.
ABBY: I have better things to do than deal with your pipe-smoking fetish, McGee.
MCGEE: I told you that I don’t smoke it. It is purely an inspirational thing.
ABBY: Whatever. If you want to get cancer, it’s not my concern.
MCGEE: Abby, I don’t smoke.
ABBY: The important thing here is to dissect this tape and try to get something that will help find Lieutenant Commander Wilkerson.
MCGEE: Of course.
ABBY: You’re not the only one who came to work dressed differently today.
MCGEE: I saw Tony and Ziva.
ABBY: I was talking about me. Here’s a hint. I’m not one of the Village People.
MCGEE: Oh, no. The Habitat for Humanity was this weekend! Abby. Abby, I’m so sorry, okay? I’m sorry. I completely forgot. You must hate me.
ABBY: I could never hate you, McGee. Don’t let it happen again.
CUT TO:
INT. PARKING GARAGE – DAY
ZIVA: There’s no Commander in here. Need any help with that, Tony?
TONY: No, I’ve got it. It’s just been a while since I broke into cars on a regular basis.
ZIVA: You broke into cars?
TONY: I was a cop in Baltimore.
ZIVA: You stole cars for the police?
TONY: No. You wouldn’t believe how many kids lock themselves in by accident. Or suicides that lock themselves in on purpose. Drug addicts who think they’re on a trip….only the car’s not moving. Old people. I love…
ZIVA: Fond memories. Can I try that now?
TONY: No. I almost got it. I’ve just got to stick it in and twist it around a little bit. There it is. Now I give it a nice firm yank…
(SFX: METAL CLANGS TO THE GROUND)
TONY: It happens with the German cars sometimes. Be right back. (LOUDLY) No one likes a showoff!
ZIVA: Got something.
(SFX: TAP ON GLASS)
TONY: Ooh. Open up. Roll the tape. Did I ever tell you how much I like movies?
ZIVA: Only several times a day.
WILKERSON: (ON VIDEO) It’s Sunday the fourteenth. Zero eight thirty three. Location, the parking garage at Braddock Mall. The agreed-upon meeting place with my target. He’s promised money and a place to stay in exchange for my willing cooperation.
WILKERSON: Why don’t I think what she says is a good thing?
TONY: Because you’re a better agent than you are a driver?
CUT TO:
INT. LAB – DAY
MCGEE: Boss, it looks like she used an I.D.E.A algorithm to generate a short key for some of the files. (BEGIN TELEPHONE INTERCUTS)
(SCENE CUT)
MCGEE: (V.O./FILTERED) I’ve got the software working now. As for the rest, I am…
(SCENE CUT)
MCGEE: (INTO PHONE) ….Condensing like extensions into their root subsets.
(SCENE CUT)
GIBBS: (INTO PHONE) In English, McGee.
MCGEE: (V.O./FILTERED) I am working on…
(SCENE CUT)
MCGEE: (INTO PHONE) …Opening the locked files and establishing protocol.
ABBY: (INTO PHONE) Gibbs, what he’s trying to say is that there’s a crap load of stuff…
(SCENE CUT)
ABBY: (V.O./FILTERED) … The sheer volume of material is daunting.
(SCENE CUT)
ABBY: (INTO PHONE) Even for a guy in a turtleneck.
MCGEE: (INTO PHONE) But I’m working it as fast as I can.
GIBBS: (V.O./FILTERED) Work faster, McGee.
(SCENE CUT)
GIBBS: (INTO PHONE) If she’s still in the car trunk, we have about eight hours to find her until she runs out of air.
(END TELEPHONE INTERCUTS)
DUCKY: That’s not strictly accurate, Jethro. I was on the ninth with a shot at a ten dollar Nassau when Abby called. She wanted to make certain her survival figures were accurate.
GIBBS: How far off were they, Duck?
DUCKY: Well, they were spot on, but something she said bothered me. She arrived at her figures based on a young woman in good health. Well, given the dire circumstances, I thought it best to verify that that was, in fact, the case. Lieutenant Commander Wilkerson was treated for acute bronchitis by an intern at the base two days ago. With her lungs in that condition, well, they would not be operating as efficiently as normal.
GIBBS: How long?
DUCKY: Well, her survival time would be shortened by several hours.
CUT TO:
INT. CAR TRUNK – DAY
(MUSIC OVER ACTION/ WILKERSON BANGS ON THE TRUNK)
(MUSIC OUT)
MUSIC IN:
INT. SQUAD ROOM – DAY
TONY: (INTO PHONE) Well, you’ve been so helpful. I don’t even know…
GIBBS: DiNozzo! I hope that was background on Lieutenant Commander Wilkerson.
TONY: It was, Boss. I talked to everyone in her command. They think she’s clean. Not much social life. Spends half her time at work, half her time at home on her computer. She’s basically… a McGee.
GIBBS: McGee is not responsible for movement of nuclear fuel rods across country.
ZIVA: And McGee didn’t make a personal video about money and transport to a safe house.
TONY: What’s with that video anyway? It doesn’t make any more sense than that phone call for help.
ZIVA: They both accomplished one thing. The train is no longer mobile.
GIBBS: The Navy can’t risk moving it until they find out what happened to her. Navy.
TONY: Yeah.
GIBBS: As in us!
MCGEE: Boss, I think I have something here.
GIBBS: Show me, McGee.
MCGEE: I’m not a hundred percent sure if it’s anything, but I did find something that could possibly help us.
GIBBS: Show me!
MCGEE: Wilkerson’s email log shows that she sent fourteen messages from the same location last night. It wasn’t her home ISP.
GIBBS: I can’t read that!
MCGEE: It’s encrypted.
GIBBS: Then un-crypt it!
MCGEE: Well Abby and I are working on it.
GIBBS: Why am I sitting here looking at you?
MCGEE: Why, I thought that it might be helpful to know that Lieutenant Commander Wilkerson sent all these emails from a store called P.B.J. at the Braddock Mall in Fairfax.
GIBBS: Wilkerson could suffocate at any time, (SHOUTS) and you couldn’t tell me this with a phone call, McGee?!
MCGEE: Well, I could. I should have.
MUSICAL BRIDGE TO:
INT. MALL STORE – DAY
TONY: Hi.
WOMAN: (V.O.) Hi.
ROSS LOGAN: Can I help you?
TONY: NCIS. I’m Agent DiNozzo, this is Officer David.
ZIVA: It stands for Naval Criminal…
ROSS LOGAN: Investigative Service. We’ve worked with NCIS before. I’m Ross Logan. I run this chapter of P.B.J.
ZIVA: Peanut butter and jelly, yes?
ROSS LOGAN: Actually, no. It stands for Perverts Brought to Justice. We’re a non-profit that helps law enforcement track down online pedophiles.
TONY: That was my second guess.
ROSS LOGAN: It’s Amanda Wilkerson. Is she in trouble?
ZIVA: She’s been um…
TONY: Why do you ask if she’s in trouble?
ROSS LOGAN: I guess, past experience.
ZIVA: Meaning?
ROSS LOGAN: Meaning we have a strict policy to only monitor suspected abusers. We never confront. That’s obviously your job.
TONY: I’m going to take a wild stab and say Lieutenant Commander Wilkerson didn’t always follow policy.
ROSS LOGAN: Initially, no. She had a few confrontations with some of our targets. One ended up suing us for harassment.
ZIVA: How long did she volunteer here?
ROSS LOGAN: She started about two years ago. Ever since her fourteen year old niece was raped by an online predator. What’s she done now?
TONY: Gone missing.
ZIVA: Her email records say she was here last night.
ROSS LOGAN: She was. The eight to midnight shift. The last couple weeks, she’s been working a pervert with the screen name “Fleet Captain.” He thinks Amanda’s fourteen. There’s a transcript of last night’s conversation. It’s very… explicit.
ZIVA: More like sickening.
ROSS LOGAN: They’re called perverts for a reason.
TONY: You got an address for this freak?
ROSS LOGAN: Unfortunately, no. His internet connections were routed through a dozen different ISPs and they change nightly.
TONY: We’re going to need your server and files, then.
ROSS LOGAN: Look, our best hackers haven’t been able to track him.
TONY: You haven’t met our hacker.
ROSS LOGAN: He’s good?
ZIVA: Does a bear sit in the woods?
ROSS LOGAN: Are you the crackerjack team on this job?
TONY: She’s Israeli.
ZIVA: Look, I know I got the bear thing right.
CUT TO:
INT. LAB – DAY
ZIVA: What can I do to help, McGee?
MCGEE: Ah, you can stop touching things when you’re not grounded.
ZIVA: Right, sorry. Hack away. You won’t even notice me here.
MCGEE: Okay, but you’re standing on my foot.
ZIVA: Ooh! I thought that was a cable. My apologies once again.
MCGEE: Are you sure there isn’t something you want to help Abby with?
ZIVA: Uh, no. I wish to improve my computer skills. So come on, hacky-sacky.
CUT TO:
INT. OUTER LAB – DAY
ABBY: I’ve isolated the sound of the Commander’s phone call. What do you think?
(SFX: TAPE RECORDING)
TONY: The thunk sort of sounds like metal.
ABBY: You don’t think I’ve already thunk that, Tony?
TONY: Why’d you ask me to listen?
ABBY: Because I went to a Plastic Death concert last night, and I couldn’t even hear my alarm clock this morning and I want to be sure.
TONY: Oh. Play it again.
(SFX: TAPE PLAYS)
TONY: A train track?
ABBY: Yes, railroad tracks would be the obvious choice, but there isn’t a second thunk or a thack. Not even a thock on that track.
TONY: Have you been reading a lot of Doctor Seuss books?
ABBY: You know I love listening to Theodore Geisel.
OPERATOR: (FILTERED ON TAPE) You’re going to have to speak up, Ma'am.
WILKERSON: (FILTERED ON TAPE) I’ve been abducted! Ow! Ow!
TONY: I think I heard something after the thunk, but the scream kind of covers it. Can you erase that part or something?
ABBY: No, but I can mess with the frequencies. The sound you heard, was it higher or lower than her scream?
TONY: Lower.
WILKERSON: (FILTERED ON TAPE) I’ve been abducted! Ow!
ABBY: It was a railroad track! Her screaming was covering up the second thunk. And I need to wear earplugs at concerts. Okay. Uh… the Commander was at the Braddock Mall at eight thirty a.m.
TONY: Crossed railroad tracks twenty minutes later.
ABBY: There. Those are the only railroad tracks within fifteen miles of the mall.
TONY: Ox Road. That’s good work, Abby.
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INT. SQUAD ROOM – DAY
ZIVA: Assuming Abby is correct, the vehicle harboring Lieutenant Commander Wilkerson left the mall via Ox Road. The car traveled southbound passing three gas stations, a Wall-Mart, and this Lexus dealership. Two point six miles later they passed by this bank just before crossing the Dungy Street railroad tracks.
TONY: How many times you pass go? Collect your two hundred dollars? You know, Monopoly, the board game? It’s American.
ZIVA: Ox Road eventually comes to an end at the luxury living community of Terra Trace Estates. The Fairfax police are now focusing their search on this central area. They estimate between eight to nine hours for a thorough search.
GIBBS: Lieutenant Commander Wilkerson doesn’t have that long.
TONY: Which is why I tracked down the only available surveillance video on or near Ox Road. Hit the little right button. This is the internal security camera at the Northern Virginia Savings and Trust ATM. It sits about three hundred yards north of the train tracks at Ox Road. Now we know the car passed over the tracks at zero nine zero four. The speed limit is thirty five miles per hour. So we’ve got to assume our abductor didn’t want to attract attention by speeding, right? Our car should be passing this camera around…. hold on a second. Carry the seven. Divide by six…
ZIVA: Right… here.
TONY: I’m switching banks.
ZIVA: You really think she’s hot?
TONY: She’s a perfect ten with a great….
(GIBBS HITS ZIVA AND TONY)
TONY: I saw that. Why did you give her the soft touch? Thank you, Boss.
GIBBS: Is that the best shot you can get, Ziva?
ZIVA: There’s a few frames just after she blocks our view with her incredible… figure.
TONY: That’s a nineteen eighty nine Mercedes Five Sixty S-E-L, Boss.
ZIVA: I can’t see the plate.
TONY: Well, use your little clicker and zoom in. That first number is either an eight or a six.
GIBBS: It’s an eight.
TONY: With all due respect, Sir, your eye sight isn’t exactly your strong suit.
GIBBS: Eight six three Romeo Charlie Tango. Nine cars reported stolen from Northern Virginia this morning.
TONY: One is a Benz five sixty S-E-L.
ZIVA: William Lafferty, Fairfax, Virginia.
GIBBS: (SHOUTS) Move it!
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INT. CAR TRUNK – DAY
(MUSIC OVER ACTION/ WILKERSON BANGS ON THE TRUNK LID)
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INT. LIVING ROOM – DAY
GIBBS: How long has your car been missing?
LAFFERTY: Whoa. I just reported it missing this morning. I went out to get the paper and it was gone.
GIBBS: When did you last see it?
LAFFERTY: Uh… last night around nine. I came back from renting a movie.
TONY: What movie?
LAFFERTY: Does it matter?
GIBBS: Oh, yeah.
LAFFERTY: The title’s kind of embarrassing.
TONY: Back of the store? Triple X?
LAFFERTY: No.
ZIVA: “Weekend at Bernie’s. Part Two.”
TONY: That’s even worse.
GIBBS: Anyone else have keys to your car?
LAFFERTY: No. I live alone. Someone stole my car and used it in a crime, right?
TONY: What makes you think that?
LAFFERTY: Well, three Feds looking for a stolen eighty nine Mercedes. I’m not an idiot.
GIBBS: You’ve been home all morning?
LAFFERTY: Yeah. What happened?
TONY: Can anyone verify that?
LAFFERTY: Whoa. I didn’t have anything to do with whatever shooting or robbery my car was in. (PHONE RINGS)
GIBBS: (INTO PHONE) Yeah, Gibbs.
MCGEE: (V.O./FILTERED) Boss, hey, I picked up a trace on….
LAFFERTY: Line fish, Trigger and Clown. I breed them.
ZIVA: I hate clowns.
GIBBS: (INTO PHONE) Good work, McGee. We’re on our way. (TO TONY) Someone’s using Wilkerson’s cell phone. McGee’s getting a fix.
LAFFERTY: What about my car?
TONY: We’ll call you.
MUSICAL BRIDGE TO:
EXT. ROAD – DAY
MCGEE: (V.O./FILTERED) Keep going. Keep going. Okay, it’s directly north of you right now. You should be right by it, Boss. The phone’s still in use.
GIBBS: (INTO PHONE) Yeah, I got it, McGee. (TO TONY) The signal’s coming from a hundred yards of here. It’s still active.
(MUSIC OVER ACTION/ALL MOVE THROUGH THE TREES)
(SFX: VOICES B.G.)
GIBBS: Freeze! NCIS!
TIM: Don’t shoot!
DANNY: It’s not our beer?
GIRLFRIEND: (V.O./FILTERED) Hello? Danny?
TIM: Yeah, we found it.
GIRLFRIEND: (V.O./FILTERED) Danny?
ZIVA: Who’s on the phone?
DANNY: My girlfriend?
ZIVA: (INTO PHONE) Hi. Oh my god, don’t touch me there! He’s going to have to call you back. Bye! (TO DANNY) You’re busted.
(MUSIC OUT)
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EXT. WOODED PARK – DAY
TONY: Definitely Lieutenant Commander Wilkerson’s cell phone, Boss. Five calls made in the last hour. Two to an adult chat line and three to a teenage girl in Manassas.
GIBBS: Coordinate with the locals. I want the park searched.
TONY: Sheriff’s department is enroute.
ZIVA: They say they bought their phones from another boy.
GIBBS: This boy have a name?
ZIVA: I’m sure he does. They, however, claim not to know it.
TONY: They also claim this isn’t their beer.
ZIVA: They don’t think I know they’re lying? Thank you, because I do! They’re only children.
TONY: Actually, they’re teenagers.
ZIVA: Whatever. The little one is about to cry. You have to draw the line somewhere, Gibbs. I mean, these boys are not potential suicide bombers. And I don’t interrogate children.
GIBBS: No, you don’t, Ziva. You talk to them.
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INT. MTAC ROOM – DAY
MARTINO: Why would Commander Wilkerson pretend to be a fourteen year old girl?
MCGEE: Well, she was luring an online predator into a meet at Braddock Mall this morning.
MARTINO: Her disappearance has nothing to do with the fuel-rod shipment?
GIBBS: Maybe.
ZIVA: The emails could be the way she communicates with her cell.
MARTINO: In a pedophilia chat room on the Internet? Give me a break.
ZIVA: Your response, Captain, is the exact reason why intelligence operatives use such methods.
MARTINO: You still think there’s a threat?
GIBBS: That train doesn’t move until we find the Commander.
MUSICAL BRIDGE TO:
INT. SQUAD ROOM – DAY
DANNY: We didn’t know the phone was stolen.
TIM: We bought it from a guy we know at school.
TONY: I want the name, Beavis.
DANNY: Well, we don’t like… know know him.
TIM: Yeah, meaning we don’t exactly know his name.
TONY: Well, I… like think you’re like totally like lying like. You want to know why?
DANNY: Because you’re old?
(PHONE RINGS)
TONY: Funny guy. You’re playing a dangerous game, small fry. (INTO PHONE) Ops? Yeah, it’s DiNozzo. Hey, Mattie. I need to requisition two sets of genital cuffs and I’ve got to requisition the Mark Five tazer again. No, you don’t have to clean them. I’ll wear rubber gloves. Thanks.
(HANGS UP PHONE)
TONY: I’m thirsty. Can I get you boys something to drink? You really should because interrogation makes you a little dehydrated. Okay. Oh, before I forget. Any history of testicular cancer or high blood pressure in the family? Okay, you know what? You guys think about that for a second. I’m going to do a little refill and we’ll talk about the boring stuff later, funny guys!
(TONY WALKS TO THE STAIRS)
ZIVA: Genital cuffs?
TONY: Steve Martin, Michael Caine, Dirty Rotten Scoundrels. Great.
ZIVA: Whatever. It’s working.
TIM: (V.O./FILTERED) We have to tell them.
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INT. SQUAD ROOM – DAY
DANNY: There’s no such thing as genital cuffs.
TIM: What if there is?
DANNY: (V.O./FILTERED) What if Geck finds out we ratted on him?
TIM: (V.O./FILTERED) The guys aren’t even cops. (ON CAMERA) They’re some secret government agency. You see the way that chick was playing with her knife?
DANNY: Yeah, I know. It was kind of hot. Like Salma Hayek in Desperado.
ZIVA: I’ve never seen that.
TONY: All right. That’s for the number.
TIM: What number?
TONY: Geck’s, Beavis. Write. Write. Write. Write. Write. (WHISPERS TO ZIVA) And that is how you interrogate kids.
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INT. LAB – DAY
MCGEE: This guy is not your average pervert, Abs. He’s got some serious programming skills.
ABBY: Yeah? Well so do we.
MCGEE: Well, that might now be enough this time.
ABBY: Don’t say that, McGee. Commander Wilkerson’s almost out of time.
MCGEE: Damn it! I keep losing his connection in Madrid!
ABBY: Okay, that’s it. You need a break.
MCGEE: We don’t have time for breaks, Abby.
ABBY: We don’t, but you do.
GIBBS: How many times have I told you he’s not a toy?
ABBY: Hi, Gibbs. He’s getting a little stressed out.
GIBBS: So am I. Tell me you two have found Captain Pervert.
MCGEE: Fleet Captain Pervert. And we keep losing his computer’s connection in Spain.
GIBBS: Unlose it.
MCGEE: It doesn’t work that way.
ABBY: It’s true, Gibbs. The servers are down in Madrid and we can’t pick up his trace without them.
GIBBS: Pick it up somewhere else. Look, we already know this guy is somewhere in Virginia, otherwise he couldn’t have shown up at Braddock Mall. We also know he stole a car this morning from a home in Fairfax County.
ABBY: Why didn’t you think of that?
MCGEE: Me? What about you?
GIBBS: Can you find him or not?
ABBY: If we know he’s in Fairfax…
MCGEE: Then we can match his computer’s profile against ISP node service in the area.
ABBY: Maybe an hour, Gibbs.
GIBBS: Good, you have--
ABBY: Twenty minutes. I know.
MCGEE: We know.
GIBBS: I was going to say ten. (SFX: GIBBS SPITS IN THE CUP)
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INT. SQUAD ROOM – DAY
TONY: (INTO PHONE) Look, we need to know where your son is, Mister Geckler. Well, where does he usually hang out on Sundays?
GECKLER: (V.O./FILTERED) Braddock Mall in an arcade. (SFX: ELEVATOR DINGS/DOORS SLIDE OPEN)
TONY: (INTO PHONE) Okay. Well, if he gets home, tell him he can’t leave and you call me. Thank you.
(HANGS UP PHONE)
ZIVA: He appears to be a busy young man.
TONY: He’s also our only link to the Commander.
GIBBS: Not anymore. Give the kid’s stuff to McGee. We found the pervert.
TONY: Where?
MCGEE: The computer he was using traces back to two three three four six Maple Street.
ZIVA: Mister Clown Fish.
TONY: William Lafferty?
GIBBS: Come on, let’s roll.
MUSICAL BRIDGE TO:
EXT. HOUSE – DAY
(MUSIC OVER ACTION/ALL RUN TOWARD THE HOUSE)
(KNOCK ON DOOR)
ZIVA: Just give me ten seconds and I’ll – oh.
GIBBS: (INTO RADIO) DiNozzo, we’re in position.
(DOOR OPENS)
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INT. HOUSE – DAY
(SFX: TV B.G.)
TONY: DiNozzo coming in.
GIBBS: Clear.
TONY: Back of the house is clear, Boss. Looks like this guy left in a hurry.
GIBBS: You think, DiNozzo?
ZIVA: And he won’t be coming back. Bleach.
TONY: He poisoned his fish?
GIBBS: Because he couldn’t take them with him.
ZIVA: These fish were his prize possessions. If he can’t have them, no one can. Fits the profile of a malignant narcissist.
GIBBS: Spread out.
ZIVA: What are we looking for, Gibbs?
GIBBS: Anything that will tell us where this freak went.
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INT. INTERROGATION ROOM – DAY
MCGEE: Jason Geckler. My name is Special Agent McGee, NCIS.
JASON: Like I told your other agents, I’m not saying anything until my dad gets here.
MCGEE: He’s on his way. He also said that he expects you to give us your full cooperation.
JASON: Yeah? And how do I know that you really talked to him?
MCGEE: Well, he wanted me to remind you that Winthrop Military Academy is still accepting applications.
JASON: He would never send me there. The kind that costs money, dude?
MCGEE: Does it look familiar? It was being used by two of your classmates, a Timothy Griffin and Daniel Austin. They said they got it from you.
JASON: Did they now? Well, I’ll just have to be sure to thank them for that when I get home.
MCGEE: Look, a women’s life is at stake here, okay? I need to know where you got the phone. (LONG BEAT) Tim and Dan, they must be pretty scared of you, huh?
JASON: What makes you say that?
MCGEE: Come on. They’re obviously geeks. We used to shove them into lockers. Pull their gym shorts off in class. Drop their books down the toilet. It was even better if they start crying, right?
JASON: Or wet their pants.
MCGEE: Yeah, well that, too. You know what the best part is? When you get older, you’re not going to remember their names, but you know what? They’re always going to remember yours. That’s pretty cool, huh?
JASON: You know, I really haven’t thought about it too much.
MCGEE: Well, I have. You know why? Because I was one of those kids. And I’ve been looking forward to this day my entire life, dirtbag.
JASON: But I didn’t do anything!
MCGEE: I’ve got you for aiding and abetting a kidnapping, interfering a Federal investigation, and selling stolen property. Do you know what that means? That means they can try you as an adult, Geck. And when you’re in prison, every night when you’re crying yourself to sleep, I want you to think of me, tough guy. We’re done here. See you in court.
JASON: Wait, wait, wait, wait. Look, I found it, all right? I can show you where.
(DOOR CLOSES)
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INT. CAR MOVING – NIGHT
TONY: The BOLO’s out on Lafferty, Boss.
ZIVA: And his passport expired. He can’t leave the country. (PHONE RINGS)
GIBBS: (INTO PHONE) Yeah, Gibbs. (BEGIN TELEPHONE INTERCUTS)
MCGEE: (V.O./FILTERED) Boss…
(SCENE CUT)
MCGEE: (INTO PHONE) I just spoke with Geckler. He said he found the phone at around noon today.
(SCENE CUT)
GIBBS: Where, McGee?
MCGEE: (V.O./FILTERED) The uh…
(SCENE CUT)
MCGEE: (INTO PHONE) Braddock Mall parking garage. Lafferty must have driven her back there.
(END TELEPHONE INTERCUTS)
TONY: Where are we going now, Boss?
GIBBS: The mall.
ZIVA: And they have a problem with my driving?
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EXT. PARKING GARAGE ROOM – NIGHT
(MUSIC OVER ACTION/MAN RUNS TO THE CAR)
(SFX: TRUNK OPENS)
ZIVA: Drop your weapon!
GIBBS: (SHOUTS) NCIS! Get down on your knees.
ROSS LOGAN: Okay. Okay. All right.
TONY: Put your hands on your head!
ROSS LOGAN: Okay!
GIBBS: Let me know if I’m hurting you.
ROSS LOGAN: Ah, it hurts! It hurts!
GIBBS: Good.
ZIVA: A squeegee gun?
ROSS LOGAN: I was only trying to teach her a lesson.
TONY: Ross Logan, Boss.
ZIVA: The man who runs Perverts Brought to Justice.
ROSS LOGAN: Look, I knew she was going to confront Fleet Captain, so I followed her in case anything happened!
GIBBS: You kidnapped her and locked her in the trunk of a car!
ROSS LOGAN: To scare her! That’s all! I came back. I was letting her out! Ow! Look, we have rules for a reason. Breaking them could get her killed.
TONY: She’s on her way to Bethesda in a coma, Logan.
ROSS LOGAN: Hey! Ow! Oh…
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INT. OBSERVATION ROOM – NIGHT
ROSS LOGAN: Look, I… I never meant for Amanda to get hurt.
GIBBS: I’ll be sure to tell her that if she lives.
ROSS LOGAN: Why do you think I parked the car at the mall, huh? I wanted someone to find her.
GIBBS: (V.O.) Where’s Lafferty?
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INT. INTERROGATION ROOM – NIGHT
ROSS LOGAN: Who?
GIBBS: Fleet Captain.
ROSS LOGAN: How would I know?
GIBBS: You were working with him.
ROSS LOGAN: Are you insane? I’ve dedicated my life to putting perverts like that behind bars.
GIBBS: You were driving his car.
ROSS LOGAN: Because when I confronted him at the garage, the guy just took off.
GIBBS: Without his car?
ROSS LOGAN: They’re cowards.
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INT. OBSERVATION ROOM – NIGHT
ROSS LOGAN: It’s actually pretty common.
GIBBS: Oh really? Is it also common to kidnap your co-worker?
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INT. INTERROGATION ROOM – NIGHT
ROSS LOGAN: I had to make a choice. We provide you with the transcripts of them soliciting sex from minors. We give you their names, their addresses, and you know what happens most of the time? You let them walk.
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INT. INTERROGATION ROOM – NIGHT
ZIVA: Is that true, McGee?
MCGEE: Well, the system isn’t perfect. The punishment doesn’t always fit the crime.
ZIVA: Personally, I prefer simpler ways of handling things.
MCGEE: I don’t suppose any of those ways are legal.
GIBBS: (V.O./FILTERED) You decided to frame him?
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INT. INTERROGATION ROOM – NIGHT
ROSS LOGAN: Amanda spends a few hours in a car trunk, and Fleet Captain spends at least ten years in prison. And that sounds like a fair trade to me. Look, monsters like Lafferty destroy lives. That guy deserves to be in prison.
GIBBS: Be patient. You may see him there before you get out.
ROSS LOGAN: (LAUGHS) This is classic. I go to jail while he’s free to find a real fourteen year old. You think that’s justice, (V.O.) Agent Gibbs?
(DOOR CLOSES)
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INT. SQUAD ROOM – NIGHT
ABBY: Where’s the boss-man?
TONY: I think he went home.
ABBY: He never leaves before I do.
ZIVA: It’s been a long Sunday, Abby.
MCGEE: All righty. I just got off the phone with Bethesda. Commander Wilkerson is a little dehydrated, but otherwise doing just fine.
ZIVA: So you could say today would qualify as a success.
TONY: Except we let a pervert get away.
ABBY: Whoa. Gibbs went home with a child molester on the loose? There’s no way.
TONY: Oh, you’re right.
ZIVA: Where is he?
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INT. MTAC – NIGHT
GIBBS: The pedophile’s at the front of the line putting his bag on the belt right now. Get him.
AGENT: (V.O./FILTERED) Roger that, Agent Gibbs.
(MUSIC OVER ACTION/SCUFFLE ON MONITOR)
(MUSIC OUT)
(ENDING CREDITS UP AND OUT)
(MUSIC UP OVER ENDING CREDITS AND OUT)
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Prepared by C.C. Printed in USA
Calvert Continuities Aired 1/17/06