MUSIC IN:
EXT. STREET – DAY
(MUSIC OVER ACTION/CAR BRAKES TO A STOP)
(SFX: YOON SPEAKS TO HER BABY IN KOREAN)
GINA: What an adorable child, Yoon! She’s like a little doll. How come I have never met this little munchkin before?
YOON: She usually stays with the sitter while we go shopping…
(SFX: GINA COUGHS)
GINA: She’s such a cutie!
YOON: We’re running a little late today, so if you’ll excuse us.
GINA: Here, let me help you, dear.
YOON: Oh, thank you.
GINA: Sure. I doubt they’ll hear us. They’ve been playing that Chinese stuff all morning. (KNOCK ON DOOR)
YOON: Actually, it’s Korean.
GINA: Oh right, sorry. You know, Sun usually leaves her back door open. Come on.
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INT. KITCHEN – DAY
(SFX: MUSIC B.G.)
(SFX: TEA KETTLE WHISTLES)
GINA: My aunt burned down her house like this. You really should be more careful.
(SFX: MUSIC OUT)
GINA: Oh, now that’s better. I’m not usually one to complain…
(SFX: YOON GASPS)
(SFX: GINA SCREAMS)
(MUSIC OUT)
(THEME MUSIC UP OVER OPENING TITLE/SCENES/ CREDITS AND OUT)
MUSIC IN:
INT. SQUAD ROOM – DAY
“LIGHT SLEEPER”
ZIVA: I don’t understand, McGee. Sensitivity training?
MCGEE: Yeah, it’s a seminar covering the basics of communication and understanding in the workplace.
ZIVA: I know what sensitivity is. I’m asking why we have to spend the whole afternoon studying it.
MCGEE: Professional development?
ZIVA: If it were survival training, advanced demolitions, perhaps--
MCGEE: I don’t think that Sympathetic Seminars, Inc. offers those classes.
ZIVA: I’m simply saying that skilled investigators should already be well-versed in the subtleties of inter-human communication.
TONY: I like Italian women. You’re Italian, right? I like Irish women, too.
ZIVA: I stand corrected.
TONY: You two better hurry up, don’t want to miss out on all of the fun.
ZIVA: Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Where are you going?
TONY: Prior engagement. Take notes for me.
MCGEE: You do understand the meaning of the word mandatory, don’t you?
TONY: I have been ordered to inspect the secure file room, Probie. Sadly, that conflicts with your exciting seminar today.
ZIVA: No, it doesn’t. This order is for next Wednesday.
TONY: What?
ZIVA: Look on the bright side, Tony.
MCGEE: It should only take about five to seven hours.
TONY: There’s got to be some way out of this. Maybe I could injure myself. Ow!
ZIVA: What? I was only trying to help.
TONY: I was only kidding.
GIBBS: Sensitivity training is going to have to wait. We got a double homicide at Quantico. Marine wives. Grab your gear.
TONY: (IN PAIN) Yeow!
ZIVA: Inappropriate?
MCGEE: A bit.
TONY: That, and you’re probably the reason we have to take these stupid classes.
GIBBS: Today!
TONY: On your six, Boss!
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INT. LIVING ROOM – DAY
TONY: You know, this kind of reminds me of my cousin’s house… minus all the blood. Unless you count that Thanksgiving back in ninety eight.
DUCKY: Family does have a way of fraying one’s nerves. Take my mother, for instance. She insists on watching Jeopardy every night on the television.
TONY: What’s wrong with that, Duck?
DUCKY: The same episode. Over and over again. I made the mistake of taping it for her once.
JIMMY: I always say, you can pick your nose, but you can’t pick your family.
DUCKY: There’s a touch of the poet in you, Mister Palmer.
TONY: I’d say you’re just more touched.
GIBBS: DiNozzo.
TONY: House belongs to a Sergeant Malcolm Porter and his wife, Sun, Boss. She’s the one on the left. Sergeant’s still on liberty, trying to track him down. The other vic is Min Crane. She’s married to a Sergeant Floyd Crane, currently deployed in Iraq.
(ZIVA MOVES THE PICTURE ON THE WALL)
GIBBS: Sign of an unhappy marriage.
ZIVA: Funny. I thought it looked like a hole in the wall.
GIBBS: It’s about fist-sized. Husband probably hit the wall instead of hitting his wife. What else do you see?
ZIVA: Well, judging by the position of the body I’d say they were taken by surprise.
GIBBS: Yeah? Why?
ZIVA: Body posture. They’re too relaxed. They didn’t fight back. Of course, that could also mean they knew the identity of their attacker.
GIBBS: Search the rest of the house.
TONY: Our little girl’s becoming quite the crime scene investigator, isn’t she, Boss? I’ll help McGee talk to the women who found them.
GIBBS: You got a T.O.D. yet, Duck?
DUCKY: Very recent. Both liver probes indicate about two and a half hours ago.
GIBBS: Triple tap, all in the heart.
DUCKY: Yeah, but notice these burn marks around the entry wounds here…and on this one. In both of those the weapon was in direct contact with the body when fired.
GIBBS: Two from across the room, then one each up close, just to be sure.
DUCKY: I don’t believe the term overkill would be inappropriate under these circumstances.
GIBBS: The bullets didn’t penetrate.
DUCKY: Maybe they’re a small caliber. Did you find any casings?
GIBBS: Ah, the shooter policed his brass, Duck.
JIMMY: Policed, Sir?
DUCKY: Yes, it’s military terminology for cleaning up after one’s self. We may be dealing with a professional.
JIMMY: Professional what?
DUCKY: Killer, Mister Palmer. These poor women weren’t so much murdered… as executed.
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INT. KITCHEN – DAY
YOON: She just needs her bottle. I know I packed it. (SFX: BABY CRIES B.G.)
MCGEE: Look, look. Your mom’s right there. She’s right there.
GIBBS: Did you ever hold a baby before, McGee? (SFX: BABY CONTINUES CRYING)
MCGEE: No.
GIBBS: I didn’t think so. Shh…
MCGEE: Uh, Boss, this is Mrs. Dawson. She found the bodies along with one of the next-door neighbors.
YOON: We were going into Koreatown… shopping. I’m the only one with a car. Sun asked me to come pick them up. If we’d been on time…
GIBBS: Need some help? Any idea where Sun’s husband is, Mrs. Dawson?
YOON: No, he’s never here when we come over. I don’t think he liked Sun having friends.
MCGEE: What makes you think that?
YOON: He’s very… controlling.
GIBBS: Sergeant Porter abused her?
YOON: Sun wouldn’t admit it. But we suspected. He drinks. Says mean things to her. Wouldn’t let her speak Korean in the house. We tried to reason with her but…
GIBBS: She wouldn’t leave him?
YOON: She was ashamed. It’s hard for a Korean woman to ask for help.
GIBBS: Find Porter.
DAWSON: I’d start at the “E” Club.
(DAWSON ENTERS CLUB)
YOON: James.
DAWSON: I’m Yoon’s husband. Listen, if you don’t find Porter there, you might want to try some of the bars outside the front gate.
MCGEE: I’m on it, Boss.
DAWSON: Everything’s going to be okay now.
ZIVA: Gibbs. A word, please? Gun safe. I found it in the master bedroom. Open and empty except for a handful of shells. Forty caliber. I’m thinking maybe the husband did this, yes?
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EXT. HOUSE – DAY
GINA: I guess the polite term, Agent DiNozzo, would be bastard. He was always borrowing my husband’s tools and never returning them. I should have known something like this would happen.
TONY: Stealing tools isn’t really a prerequisite for murder, Mrs. Goodwin.
GINA: All I’m saying is the two of them had one hell of a marriage. You wouldn’t know it to look at her, but Sun’s got a set of lungs, or at least she did.
TONY: So they fought a lot?
GINA: Oh, hardly a night went by you didn’t hear all sorts of screaming coming from this house.
(SFX: CELL PHONE RINGS)
TONY: Did you ever think to make a complaint?
GINA: I don’t like to stick my nose in. Good thing, too. It could have been me that got slaughtered.
GIBBS: (INTO PHONE) On our way, McGee. (TO TONY) Sergeant Porter was spotted thirty minutes ago at the “E” Club. McGee’s almost there.
TONY: Thanks. (TO GIBBS) Probie’s not going to make a move on his own, is he, Boss?
GIBBS: McGee can take care of himself, DiNozzo.
TONY: You’re ….
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EXT. BAR – DAY
MCGEE: He’s gone.
TONY: Nice job, Probie.
MCGEE: The bartender says he turned around, Sergeant Porter wasn’t there anymore.
TONY: You let him get past you?
MCGEE: It was before I got here, Tony.
GIBBS: What’s Sergeant Porter driving? (LOUDER) What kind of car does he drive!?
ALL: A black two thousand Ford F-One Fifty, Boss.
GIBBS: Hey, come on. (MUSIC OVER ACTION/ALL MOVE TO PARKED TRUCK)
MCGEE: Boss, we got a weapon in the front seat.
TONY: I think he’s dead, Boss.
(MUSIC UP AND OUT)
MUSIC IN:
EXT. PARKING LOT – DAY
TONY: (SHOUTS) NCIS! Don’t move!
GIBBS: (SHOUTS) Get your hands on the wheel!
PORTER: I wasn’t going to drive! Come on, it’s not DUI if I don’t have a key in the ignition. Look!
ZIVA: What’s he talking about?
GIBBS: I think he thinks we’re busting him for driving drunk.
PORTER: Oh, you’re not?
TONY: No. It’s for double homicide.
GIBBS: McGee?
PORTER: Wait a minute.
MCGEE: Yeah.
PORTER: What are you talking about?
TONY: I knew he was alive.
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INT. AUTOPSY ROOM – DAY
DUCKY: Precision, Mister Palmer. It’s what separates the professional from the dilettante.
JIMMY: Thank you, Doctor.
DUCKY: Now careful. Not too much pressure, but not too little either. All right, come on, come on, come on. Let’s see. Yes, very good. Not bad. Not bad at all. Keep a steady hand. There’s no room for error. You never know which element of the enigma, however minuscule, can lead you to the solution.
(SFX: DOORS SLIDE OPEN)
GIBBS: Palmer just got some of your elements on his plastic thing.
DUCKY: An occupational hazard, I’m afraid.
GIBBS: What can you tell me, Duck?
DUCKY: Both women were shot three times in the chest. It’s hard to say which of the six was the fatal wound. Suffice to say, neither woman died of old age.
GIBBS: Anything else?
GIBBS: Yes. Mrs. Porter has some swelling and fissures on her fingers and knuckles.
GIBBS: Defensive wounds.
DUCKY: Possibly. Yes, but these didn’t happen today. There are also bruises on her wrists. I’d say they were at least a week old.
GIBBS: She was abused?
DUCKY: Yeah.
GIBBS: Thanks, Duck.
DUCKY: You have the man in custody now?
GIBBS: Yeah.
DUCKY: There’s no need to be gentle with him, Jethro.
GIBBS: You missed a spot.
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INT. LAB – DAY
ABBY: We’re looking at a Beretta Cougar Eighty-Forty, Gibbs. It was registered to Sergeant Porter in Two thousand three and it’s got his fingerprints all over it.
GIBBS: Bullets?
ABBY: Um… cross-point forty caliber Smith and Wesson. Also called a “Short and Wimpy” although I do not know why.
GIBBS: They lack the power of the ten millimeter auto-load.
ABBY: Yeah, I guess you don’t need all that stopping power when you’re gunning down housewives.
GIBBS: What about gunshot residue?
ABBY: The Instant Shooter Kit came back negative on Porter’s skin, shirt, and pants.
GIBBS: He could’ve worn gloves, though.
ABBY: Or he could have changed his clothes. I’m way ahead of you, Gibbs. That’s why I’m doing a full analysis on all of Porter’s wardrobe. (AS GIBBS) How long, Abby? (AS ABBY) Well, it’s going to take some time. And since this stuff doesn’t smell very good, I don’t think that laundering was a big priority. (AS GIBBS) Abs! (AS ABBY) Um, two hours. Whenever I know something, you’ll know something. (AS GIBBS) You’ve got one. Anything else? (AS ABBY) Yes, as a matter of fact. This is for you!
GIBBS: Why?
ABBY:
ABBY: For getting me out of sensitivity training. We were about to do trust falls and those guys in administration have wandering hands. (AS GIBBS) Just give me their names, Abs, and I’ll break them for you!
(CONT. AS ABBY) I know you will, Gibbs, and that is why I love you.
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INT. HALLWAY – DAY
(SFX: MCGEE BUMPS INTO GIBBS)
MCGEE: Oh! Uh, Boss, I’m sorry. I didn’t see you.
GIBBS: What did I say about apologizing, McGee?
MCGEE: It’s a sign of weakness.
GIBBS: So is barfing on your tie.
MCGEE: Uh, this isn’t mine. Um… we’ve got Sergeant Porter in interrogation. I actually managed to dodge most of it. The good news is that he is sober enough to talk now. I got some on you here (WIPES GIBBS’ TIE) Let me do this.
GIBBS: Don’t !
MCGEE: Sorry. I mean, it won’t happen again.
GIBBS: Who’s watching him?
MCGEE: Uh, Tony and Ziva, I was just going to go change my shirt.
GIBBS: No, you won’t. You’re going to follow up on the good leads.
MCGEE: We found Sergeant Porter with the murder weapon. What other leads?
GIBBS: A good investigator doesn’t sit back and wait. You run down every angle, every lead. Assume everything you’ve been told is a lie until it checks out.
MCGEE: Got it.
GIBBS: There’s only one time I want you to stop, McGee.
MCGEE: When you tell me.
GIBBS: When you’re satisfied. When you’re satisfied!
MCGEE: Okay.
GIBBS: Hey!
MCGEE: Yeah?
GIBBS: Get me another cup of coffee!
MUSICAL BRIDGE TO:
INT. OBSERVATION ROOM- DAY
TONY: This is going to be good. Gibbs will rip this guy apart.
ZIVA: I don’t know if that’s the right tactic in this case, Tony.
TONY: What? Are you an expert on suspect interviews now?
ZIVA: Interviews, no. Interrogation techniques, yes.
TONY: Hm. Like hooking a car battery up to a guy’s privates? I’m sure it’s effective, but judges tend to frown on it.
ZIVA: I’ve learned from Gibbs that in certain cases you can attract far more bees with honey…
TONY: Flies.
ZIVA: What do flies have to do with honey?
TONY: Flies… don’t like vinegar.
ZIVA: Vinegar?
TONY: It’s complicated. Here he comes.
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INT. INTERROGATION ROOM
GIBBS: Here you go. There. You look like you could use it.
PORTER: My wife’s really dead, Sir? How?
GIBBS: Drink your coffee, Sergeant. When you’re ready we’ll work our way up to it.
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INT. OBSERVATION ROOM
TONY: What’s he doing? Where’s his strong-arming? The intimidation? The psychological bullying? The Gibbs?
GIBBS: (V.O.) Bad marriage, huh?
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INT. INTERROGATION ROOM
GIBBS: It’s okay. I’ve had a few myself.
PORTER: It wasn’t perfect, but I loved her, Sir. The problem was, I don’t think uh… I don’t think she ever loved me.
GIBBS: I’ll bet she loved that paycheck, though, right?
PORTER: Yeah. I should have known. ‘Cause look at me. She was way out of my league, you know. She just married me to get to the States.
GIBBS: It happens.
PORTER: The thing is, I guess I always thought she might change her mind, you know? But then she started sneaking off to the “O” Club, hanging out with Officers.
GIBBS: I’ve seen it before. She thought she could trade up.
PORTER: She didn’t want me. No matter what I did. It just got to the point, I just wanted her to disappear.
GIBBS: Yeah, when you get pushed, you want to push back. That why you decided to blow her away?
PORTER: Excuse me, Sir?
GIBBS: Is that the reason you shot Min Crane and your wife to death today?
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INT. OBSERVATION ROOM
TONY: Okay, here we go.
ZIVA: He hasn’t confessed yet.
TONY: He will.
ZIVA: Maybe.
TONY: How much do you want to bet?
ZIVA: How about nothing?
TONY: Twenty bucks?
ZIVA: Deal.
PORTER: (FILTERED) I’m telling you…
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INT. INTERROGATION ROOM
PORTER: I didn’t kill them, Sir.
GIBBS: The murder weapon was in your truck, Sergeant.
PORTER: Someone must have… someone must have put it there.
GIBBS: Your fingerprints are all over it.
PORTER: I didn’t shoot my wife, Sir!
GIBBS: Did you use your fists on her, Sergeant? Knock her around a little bit or maybe … maybe that just wasn’t cutting it anymore.
PORTER: I never laid a hand on Sun.
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INT. OBSERVATION ROOM
GIBBS: (V.O.) A neighbor heard the fights, Sergeant.
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INT. INTERROGATION ROOM
GIBBS: I saw the hole you punched in your wall.
PORTER: I only punched the hole in the wall so I wouldn’t hit her, Sir!
GIBBS: Her hands were all bruised and cuffed from where she fought you off all the time.
PORTER: That’s not how it happened.
GIBBS: Really? Then how did I get wrong, Sergeant?! How did it happen?
PORTER: She was – she was the one who was abusing me. You don’t believe me? Take a look at this.
GIBBS: Sit down.
PORTER: Sun was violent, Sir. She hit me. She called me names. She threw things. I tried to hold her off, but I never … I never once laid a hand on her. I just wanted it to stop.
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INT. OBSERVATION ROOM
TONY: Pay up.
ZIVA: He didn’t confess.
TONY: It was damn close.
GIBBS: Close doesn’t cut it, DiNozzo.
TONY: Well, we got enough evidence even if you didn’t break him in interrogation, Boss. Not to say that you couldn’t have broken him if you wanted to. I really like that shirt.
ZIVA: Tony’s right. You have Sergeant Porter’s gun with his fingerprints in his car.
TONY: He blows away his wife and her friend in a fit of rage. Gets drunk. Passes out before he can commit suicide.
GIBBS: Why did he police his brass?
ZIVA: Habit of a well-trained Marine.
GIBBS: He worked the motor pool. According to his records, he failed to qualify twice in the pistol range last year. Abby get the results of the GSR tests on his clothing yet?
TONY: All negative, Boss.
ZIVA: He could have worn gloves or gotten rid of the clothes he was wearing.
GIBBS: But he leaves his pistol in full view on the front seat.
MCGEE: Boss, I think I’ve got something here. I just spoke with the Director at Quantico Officer’s Club. Apparently Sun Porter was a regular fixture there. Almost always with Min Crane. A month ago, they were all banned.
GIBBS: For what, McGee?
MCGEE: One of their husbands showed up. Made a scene. Had to be carried out.
TONY: Another nail in Sergeant Porter’s coffin.
MCGEE: It wasn’t Sergeant Porter, Tony. It was Sergeant James Dawson. Yoon’s husband.
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INT. LIVING ROOM – DAY
DAWSON: Heard you guys got Sergeant Porter at the “E” Club with the murder weapon. I knew they were having troubles, but never expected something like this.
GIBBS: Where’s your wife, Sergeant Dawson?
DAWSON: She’s taking a nap with our daughter. Why? Is something wrong, Sir?
GIBBS: What happened at the Officer’s Club last month?
TONY: Let me refresh your memory. You had an altercation with two Marine Captains.
DAWSON: Yeah. It was nothing. It was just a misunderstanding.
GIBBS: Big enough for a Letter of Reprimand in your SRB.
ZIVA: Maybe we should ask your wife about it, Sergeant?
DAWSON: She’s had a really rough day. I’d rather not disturb her.
ZIVA: That the bedroom down the hall?
DAWSON: Yeah, it is but I’d rather not disturb her.
TONY: We’re just going to make sure she’s still breathing.
DAWSON: What? You think I’d kill Sun and Min because they had a couple of drinks with my wife at the “O” Club?
(KNOCK ON DOOR)
ZIVA: Mrs. Dawson, NCIS! Can we ask you a few questions? (SFX: BABY CRIES B.G.)
DAWSON: Yoon. It’s me. Please. Yoon, open up.
GIBBS: Do you have a key?
DAWSON: It’s locked from the inside. Yoon! Yoon! (SFX: BABY SCREAMS)
(SFX: DOOR BURSTS OPEN)
DAWSON: (V.O.) It’s okay. It’s okay.
(MUSIC UP AND OUT)
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INT. LIVING ROOM – DAY
DAWSON: It doesn’t make sense, Sir. Someone kills my wife’s two best friends, then they decide to kidnap her?
GIBBS: When’s the last time you saw her, Sergeant?
DAWSON: About an hour before you showed up. She was putting the baby to sleep in our room.
GIBBS: You didn’t hear anything?
DAWSON: No. And can we stop standing around and do something?
GIBBS: We are. We are. Sit down.
DAWSON: And what exactly is that, Sir?
GIBBS: Figuring out if you’re a suspect or a victim.
ZIVA: The window was broken from the outside. Whoever did this slipped in, grabbed her and slipped out.
TONY: None of the neighbors heard or saw anything unusual, Boss. MPs are searching the area. They’re also checking every vehicle leaving the base.
DAWSON: You think she still might be on base?
GIBBS: That’s possible.
DAWSON: Well, then we need to be out there looking for her.
GIBBS: If she’s still on base we’ll find her.
ZIVA: Someone put a lot of effort into taking her away from your home without alerting you, Sergeant. There’s a good chance she’s not dead yet.
DAWSON: Yet? Oh, god, why would someone do this?
GIBBS: Maybe for the same reason someone killed her friends.
DAWSON: You think I had something to do with this?
GIBBS: Sit down. What happened at the officer’s club, Sergeant?
DAWSON: It was nothing, okay? Sun and Min go there all the time. Yoon just drops them off. This one time she went in and had a couple of drinks. She couldn’t drive home so she called me.
(PHONE RINGS)
GIBBS: (INTO PHONE) Gibbs.
MCGEE: (V.O./FILTERED) Boss….
TONY: At which point did you get into a verbal altercation with the two Marine Captains?
DAWSON: They were drunk, okay? They were hitting on my wife. They tried to stop me from taking her home. What would you do, Sir? You think one of these Captains might have had something to do with this? Look, we’re wasting our time! I’m telling you, I had nothing to do with this!
GIBBS: I know that. Your alibi just checked out. The Sergeant was on duty at the time of the shootings. (SFX: BABY CRIES B.G.)
DAWSON: So what now, Sir?
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INT. SQUAD ROOM – DAY
TONY: Three Korean women met and married Marines in Seoul at roughly the same time. Two of them are dead. Our prime suspect was locked up here when the third went missing. Think it’s a racial thing?
MCGEE: No. Definitely do not think that it’s a hate crime. In my experience there’s only one color in the Marines.
ZIVA: From what I’ve seen of your Marine Corps it’s very ethnically diverse.
TONY: He means green, Ziva, and I think he’s right.
MCGEE: Well maybe it’s a… maybe it’s a Korean thing. Maybe something in their past.
TONY: Like some kind of blood feud. Competing villages, ancient oaths, revenge from across the ocean.
ZIVA: This is not one of your stupid action movies, Tony.
TONY: No it isn’t. If it was you’d be dressed differently.
ZIVA: And you’d be far better looking. (McKEE LAUGHS)
TONY: You’d be dead by the opening credits. (ZIVA LAUGHS)
MCGEE: Did you ever stop to think that maybe I am the plucky comic relief?
GIBBS: You find out what the hell happened to Yoon Dawson yet? (TO MCGEE) Plucky?
MCGEE: Uh… well, Ziva and Tony and I …
TONY: We’re just working on that, Boss.
ZIVA: We’re going through a list of anyone suspicious who had access to the base in the last two days. So far no solid leads.
GIBBS: What about the Marine Captain Sergeant Dawson fought with?
TONY: Both transferred out of Quantico last month. One is at Camp Pendleton, the other is in Okinawa.
ZIVA: The two dead women lived insular lives. They spent most of their time together or with other Koreans. Yoon Dawson seems to be the only one who embraced American life.
MCGEE: Any reason to believe that Sergeant Porter is still involved in this?
TONY: He could have had an accomplice, Probie.
GIBBS: He could have had three, DiNozzo! We need more information!
MCGEE: Actually, Boss, Abby and I – we have been working on something. We gathered the women’s phone records, credit card receipts, address books. Abby is cross-referencing to see if there’s a pattern.
GIBBS: DiNozzo, I want to know about anybody in the area who has made threats against Koreans, foreign Marine wives, or women.
TONY: Oh, is that all? On it, Boss!
GIBBS: Find out about their lives before they married Marines. Come on, you’re with me, Elf Lord.
MUSICAL DISSOLVE TO:
INT. LAB – DAY
ABBY: It’s amazing how much you can find out about someone without actually meeting them. For instance, me and these three women have absolutely nothing in common. They web-browse for cake recipes, gardening tips, and Min Crane has some weird obsession with stained glass. That’s not even mentioning their music downloads. One word… Yanni. Good point. Who cares. Their schedules were pretty regulated. On Wednesdays and Fridays they trekked to Koreatown. They would shop for a couple of hours and then they’d have tea at Lee’s Neighborhood Market. They alternated paying. It was Sun Porter’s turn, by the way.
MCGEE: Yeah, not exactly ground-breaking police work there.
GIBBS: She’s not done yet, McGee.
ABBY:
ABBY: Thank you, Gibbs.
(CONT.) Within the last month, all three of them received regular phone calls from a pay phone located just outside Lee’s Neighborhood Market. It is owned and operated by Lee Sung. He sells Korean delicacies, fruits and vegetables, and those cute little anime figurines with the funny faces.
MCGEE: Oh, I love those!
ABBY: Um… he also has a catering business – Lee’s Delights. It’s authentic Korean food. Very high end. All three women have worked for him as hostesses. And they were scheduled to work an event for him tomorrow afternoon.
MCGEE: How do you know?
ABBY: Because Lee’s Sung emailed them the instructions. It’s a Korean diplomatic event at the Pacific Rim Society.
GIBBS: Tell me I didn’t just smack McGee for no good reason.
ABBY: You didn’t smack McGee for no good reason. Last night, Yoon Dawson used her cell phone to call the pay phone outside Lee’s Market. Two hours later? Bam! She’s missing. Why is this important? Because someone is still using her cell phone to call that pay phone.
MCGEE: Can we get a fix on the phone?
ABBY: Negatory, McGee. I know it’s somewhere in Annandale, Virginia, but they turn it off before I can get an exact location. The last phone call was an hour ago.
GIBBS: McGee, I want a tap on that damn pay phone. Abby, I want to know who answers it.
MCGEE: That’s good work, Abs.
(ABBY HITS MCGEE)
MCGEE: Ow! What was that for?
ABBY: For mocking my ground-breaking police work.
MCGEE: I was not mocking you – it won’t happen again.
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EXT. STREET – DAY
TONY: (V.O.) Damn, I can’t believe this.
ZIVA: I don’t really like waiting here either, Tony.
TONY: No, Nick and Jessica broke up. I’m always the last to know.
GIBBS: (V.O./FILTERED) Hey, DiNozzo! (BEGIN TELEPHONE INTERCUTS)
(SCENE CUT)
GIBBS: (INTO RADIO) Shut up.
(SCENE CUT)
TONY: Shutting up, Boss.
(PHONE RINGS)
TONY: Hey Probie, are you getting this?
(SCENE CUT)
MCGEE: Yeah, got it, Tony.
(SFX: KEYBOARDING B.G.)
MCGEE: It’s Yoon Dawson’s cell phone again, Boss.
GIBBS: I want a location, McGee.
MCGEE: Whoever it is, they disabled the onboard GPS chip. (V.O.) So we’re going to have to do this the old fashioned way. (ON CAMERA) Just take a moment to get a bead on the cell phone grid it’s interfacing with.
(SCENE CUT)
TONY: We’ve got someone headed (V.O./FILTERED) to the phone, Boss.
(SCENE CUT)
LEE: (INTO PHONE IN KOREAN) Hello? Hello?
(SCENE CUT)
TONY: You want us to take him down now?
GIBBS: (V.O./FILTERED) Negative.
(SCENE CUT)
GIBBS: Wait ‘till we trace the call.
LEE: (V.O./FILTERED IN KOREAN) Is someone there? Can you hear me?
MCGEE: Okay, I’ve got the cell phone grid located. It’s coming from this neighborhood. Somewhere on this street.
(SCENE CUT)
GIBBS: (V.O./FILTERED) You copy that, DiNozzo?
TONY: Well, we’re scanning for targets now. There are a lot of possibles.
(SCENE CUT)
LEE: (INTO PHONE) If you don’t respond I’m going to hang up!
YOON: (V.O./FILTERED) Don’t. I have information for you.
(SCENE CUT)
ZIVA: Wool cap, head down, heading towards the pay phone.
TONY: Got him.
(SCENE CUT)
LEE: (INTO PHONE IN KOREAN) Who is this!? Who is this?
YOON: (INTO PHONE IN KOREAN) Turn around.
ZIVA: (SHOUTS) Drop your weapon!
(MUSIC OVER ACTION)
(SFX: GUNSHOT)
TONY: Federal agents! Move! (INTO RADIO) It’s Yoon Dawson, Boss.
(SCENE CUT)
TONY: (V.O./FILTERED) She’s rabitting.
GIBBS: (INTO RADIO) We’re cutting her off, DiNozzo. (END TELEPHONE INTERCUTS)
(MUSIC OVER ACTION)
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INT. ALLEY – DAY
(MUSIC OVER ACTION)
(SFX: CAR BRAKES TO A STOP)
MCGEE: I know she didn’t pass us! (SFX: DOORS OPEN)
TONY: Where well the hell did she go? It’s like she disappeared.
ZIVA: She didn’t disappear. It’s her hat. She climbed her way out.
(MUSIC OUT)
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INT. MARKET – NIGHT
LEE: If I am here I answer the pay phone, Agent McGee. Many people in this community are poor. Can’t afford phone service, so I take messages for them. You see, it helps them and it is good for my business when they come to pick up.
MCGEE: Boss, did you find her?
GIBBS: Yeah, McGee. She’s hiding in my coffee cup.
MCGEE: Uh… we didn’t find her. (TO LEE) Just give us one second, please.
GIBBS: Has he calmed down yet?
MCGEE: Well, he’s a little shaky but I think he’s ready to talk.
LEE: Min and Sun, they are dead? It’s my fault. I take responsibility. I try to help people new to this country, find jobs for them, get them training, classes. Sometimes even loan money.
GIBBS: You hired all three of them to work for your catering company?
LEE: I did. I would notice when Yoon was tired, her accent would change. Sometimes she would use words not common in my country since the war.
GIBBS: Yoon-Sook Dawson wasn’t South Korean.
LEE: I began to believe that she was from the North.
(LEE EXCLAIMS IN KOREAN)
LEE: Perhaps a spy?
MCGEE: Why didn’t you go to the police?
LEE: Well, I couldn’t be sure. What if I was wrong? I asked Min and Sun to find out where she grew up, what schools she go to. Then I check her answers. Try to locate relatives from Korea. Nothing.
GIBBS: Who else knew you were checking up on her?
LEE: Just Min Crane, Sun Porter, and myself.
MCGEE: She was trying to protect her cover?
GIBBS: She failed. We’re taking you into protective custody, Mister Sung.
LEE: No. I will not hide.
MCGEE: Mister Sung, she… she could come back.
LEE: Let her. I am ready this time. I won’t stop living my life because of people like her.
MCGEE: Sir, I really don’t think there is a--
GIBBS: Mister Sung, thank you for your help. If you think of anything else, give me a call.
LEE: Yes, I will. And please thank your agents for me.
MCGEE: Boss, you’re not really going to let him just …
GIBBS: McGee, you know the FBI does not exist only to piss me off. Sometimes they can actually be useful. (INTO PHONE) Hey, Fornell, I’ve got one right up your jurisdiction.
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INT. SQUAD ROOM – DAY
TONY: Like my father always said, be careful who you marry, Anthony. She may end up being a homicidal maniac.
MCGEE: Your father actually said that to you?
TONY: No, but I’m pretty sure he thought it.
ZIVA: Probably he knew your taste in women.
TONY: Abby’s got active taps on Sergeant Dawson’s cell, home and work phones, Boss. If she calls her husband again we’ll know it.
ZIVA: She won’t.
MCGEE: The FBI team shadowing Mister Sung is tied directly into MTAC. They’re last report had him loading up a catering truck for a job. No sign of Yoon Dawson yet.
ZIVA: It’s highly doubtful she’ll make another attempt on his life.
TONY: We’ve got four agents providing surveillance on Dawson’s house.
ZIVA: She definitely won’t be returning home.
TONY: And how do you know this, Officer David?
GIBBS: Because Yoon Dawson wouldn’t. Now tell us what you would do.
ZIVA: If I was Yoon, everything I’ve done up to this point was to protect my cover. I’ve dealt with the two possible threats on base, and…
TONY: If by dealt you mean gunning down two defenseless housewives?
ZIVA: And I attempted to deal with the third, but my cover was blown. I’m now only left with a few possibilities.
GIBBS: You rush back to your country?
ZIVA: Or carry out whatever mission I was assigned before I’m captured or killed.
MCGEE: But she’s been in the states for three years. If you had a mission, wouldn’t you have carried it out by now?
ZIVA: Not if I’m a sleeper, McGee.
GIBBS: She could be here for decades before being activated.
TONY: So tell us, Jane Bond, how do we track you down, huh?
ZIVA: You don’t, Tony. By now I’ve changed my appearance, I’ve replaced my identity with back-up documents and I’ve relocated.
TONY: Promise? Okay, so that about wraps it up. Who’s up for lunch? You might want to think about this, Boss, because I’m going to pay.
GIBBS: No one’s eating until we find Yoon Dawson.
ZIVA: Gibbs, not that Tony couldn’t stand to lose a little weight, but we’ll all starve to death before that happened. She’s playing it like I would. She’s gone.
GIBBS: There’s one big difference between the two of you, Ziva. You don’t have a baby girl.
ZIVA: Most likely part of her cover or an occupational accident.
GIBBS: It’s more than that.
ZIVA: How can you tell?
GIBBS: My gut. Come on. You’re with me. Let’s go.
TONY: Hey, Probie. Let me ask you a question. You don’t think she was serious about the whole losing a few pounds thing, do you?
MCGEE: Are you going to hit me if I tell you the truth?
TONY: No, man. We’re buds.
MCGEE: Yeah.
(TONY NITS MCGEE)
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INT. LIVING ROOM – DAY
(SFX: BABY CRIES B.G.)
DAWSON: My wife is not a spy, Sir.
GIBBS: Her South Korean passport’s a forgery.
DAWSON: It’s not possible, okay? Yoon loves this country. She knows more about it than I do.
GIBBS: She was trained to. It’s called a “honey trap.”
ZIVA: Her assignment was to meet an eligible serviceman, seduce him, and gain access into this country.
DAWSON: Oh, yeah? Then why was she trying to convince me to leave the Marine Corps and go back to college?
ZIVA: Most likely you were not part of the assignment. You were just a means to an end.
DAWSON: Listen! Okay, I’ve lived with her for five years. She’s the mother of my child, for God’s sake! I’m telling you, there’s no way. What’s this?
ZIVA: Your wife.
DAWSON: No, that can’t be real.
GIBBS: It’s real.
DAWSON: Min Crane and Sun Porter? She killed them? Oh, my god.
GIBBS: Has she tried to contact you?
DAWSON: No.
GIBBS: She’s a foreign agent, Marine. You lie about this, it’s treason.
DAWSON: She hasn’t. She hasn’t tried to contact me, Sir.
GIBBS: Okay, we think she might.
ZIVA: If she does and you confront her, she will most likely kill you.
DAWSON: I just… I just can’t believe this.
(PHONE RINGS)
GIBBS: Go ahead.
DAWSON: (INTO PHONE) Hello?
YOON: (V.O./FILTERED) It’s me James. (BEGIN TELEPHONE INTERCUTS)
DAWSON: (INTO PHONE) Yoon, what the hell is going on? NCIS is here and they’re telling me all sorts of things!
YOON: (V.O./FILTERED) Don’t speak.
(SCENE CUT)
YOON: (INTO PHONE) Just listen to me, okay?
(SCENE CUT)
DAWSON: (INTO PHONE) You need to come home now!
(SCENE CUT)
YOON: (INTO PHONE) It’s too late for that. I’ve done things… terrible things.
DAWSON: (V.O./FILTERED) I don’t care, all right?
(SCENE CUT)
DAWSON: (INTO PHONE) Just tell me where you are and I’ll come and get you.
YOON: (V.O./FILTERED) There’s one more thing that I need to do.
(SCENE CUT)
YOON: (INTO PHONE) I don’t have a choice. I never had a choice.
DAWSON: (V.O./FILTERED) Just tell me why.
(SCENE CUT)
DAWSON: (INTO PHONE) Please, sweetheart.
YOON: (V.O./FILTERED) No matter what they say…
(SCENE CUT)
YOON: (INTO PHONE) What they tell you about me… know that I loved you with all my heart. That it was for real. And tell Rebecca… tell her Mommy is sorry for this. All of this.
(SCENE CUT)
DAWSON: (INTO PHONE) This is insane. Yoon, you can’t do this!
YOON: (V.O./FILTERED) I love you both so much, more than you can imagine. But…
(SCENE CUT)
YOON: (INTO PHONE) … I can’t let it happen.
DAWSON: (V.O./FILTERED) Don’t! Don’t! Don’t! Yoon, don’t hang up!
(YOON HANGS UP THE PHONE)
(END TELEPHONE INTERCUTS)
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INT. LAB – DAY
ABBY: I got her, Tony. She’s at a pay phone in Annandale, Virginia. The corner of Raven Road and Lancaster Drive.
TONY: Way to go, Abs.
ABBY: It’s kind of a weird place to be hiding out. There’s nothing there except country clubs.
TONY: Lee Sung’s catering job?
ABBY: The Pacific Rim Society. It’s in Annandale! Either that’s a coincidence or she really, really wants to kill this guy.
TONY AND ABBY: (IN UNISON) I don’t believe in coincidence.
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EXT. COUNTRY CLUB – DAY
(MUSIC OVER ACTION)
(SFX: YOON TAPS ON THE WINDOW)
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INT. COUNTRY CLUB KITCHEN – DAY
LEE: (IN KOREAN) Take these inside.
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EXT. SERVICE ENTRANCE – DAY
YOON: (IN KOREAN) Where is it?
LEE: (IN KOREAN) No, Yoon. Don’t shoot! Don’t shoot, Yoon!
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EXT. STREET – DAY
(MUSIC OVER CAR ACTION SCENES)
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INT. STORAGE AREA – DAY
YOON: Where is it, Lee Sung?
LEE: Have you no honor left, woman?!
YOON: More than you. Scream and I kill you.
(SFX: MUFFLED GUNSHOT)
(SFX: LEE GASPS)
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EXT. STREET – DAY
TONY: (INTO PHONE) I found out why the FBI isn’t responding, Boss. She’s definitely here.
GIBBS: (V.O./FILTERED) Keep looking, DiNozzo.
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INT. CAR – MOVING
GIBBS: (INTO PHONE) I’m right behind you.
(SFX: CAR TIRES SCREECH)
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INT. STORAGE AREA – DAY
YOON: I will kill you if you don’t answer this time. Where?
LEE: In the truck.
(SFX: DOORS BURST OPEN)
GIBBS: Drop the weapon.
YOON: There’s a bomb set to go off in this building. If you kill me now, we all die.
GIBBS: Put your weapon down.
YOON: I was a North Korean operative.
GIBBS: We kind of figured that part out on our own.
YOON: The part that you don’t know is that my cell included Sun Porter, Min Crane, and this man.
LEE: She’s lying!
YOON: I swear on the life of my daughter that I’m trying to prevent this attack.
ZIVA: And I swear if you don’t release your weapon, I will kill you.
YOON: The bomb is in his truck. Please, we may only have minutes left.
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EXT. SERVICE ENTRANCE – DAY
(SFX: DOOR SLIDES OPEN)
YOON: Now do you believe me?
ZIVA: Can you disarm it?
GIBBS: If I had a couple of days, maybe. You?
ZIVA: I could try. I suggest not standing within five miles of here while I attempt it.
YOON: I can.
LEE: She put it there. She’s trying to kill us all.
TONY: They’re evacuating the building, Boss. And the uh -- ah, it’s a really big bomb.
GIBBS: You think, DiNozzo?
YOON: I didn’t kill them to maintain my cover, Agent Gibbs. I did it to keep my family. I failed.
LEE: She’s a North Korean spy!
YOON: Not anymore. At least let me prevent this.
GIBBS: McGee, get Sung out of here. Get the cuffs off her.
ZIVA: Gibbs!
GIBBS: It’s not a debate, Officer David. Go. Go on. Get out of here! All of you. Give me a clear distance away. I’ll handle it from here.
TONY: I don’t care how hard you whack me, Boss. I’m not going anywhere.
ZIVA: Nor am I.
GIBBS: If we survive this, you’re both fired.
(MUSIC OVER ACTION/YOON BEGINS TO DISARM THE BOMB)
(SFX: BEEP TONES INCREASE)
TONY: That’s supposed to do that, right?
(MUSIC OVER ACTION)
(SFX: RAPID BEEP TONES)
YOON: It’s done. The bomb is no longer armed.
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INT. SQUAD ROOM – DAY
(PHONE RINGS B.G.
DAWSON: So what happens now, Sir?
ZIVA: The FBI will take her into custody, Sergeant.
DAWSON: And then prison?
ZIVA: Your wife is an agent of a hostile power. It all depends what kind of a deal she can make.
TONY: She was also responsible for bringing down an entire North Korean cell and saving hundreds of lives, Sergeant. I’m sure that will be taken into consideration, right, Officer David?
ZIVA: Yes, of course. Her knowledge of the inner workings of North Korean intelligence should prove to be invaluable.
GIBBS: Guys, give her a minute.
YOON: I’m so sorry! I was trying to do the right thing.
DAWSON: Everything you said to me on the phone… I believe it, Yoon. I’ll always believe it no matter what happens. Come here.
DAWSON: It’s okay. (SFX: YOON CRIES)
YOON: I’m sorry.
DAWSON: I know.
GIBBS: Let’s go.
(YOON AND DAWSON WALK O.S.)
GIBBS: Tony, Ziva, what happened back there with the bomb, I want you both to know…
TONY: You don’t have to say it, Boss. We know how you feel about us.
ZIVA: Gibbs, we’re a team. That’s what we do.
GIBBS: I was going to say if either one of you two wingnuts ever disobey a direct order again, I’ll kill you myself.
TONY: That’s our boss.
(MUSIC OUT)
(ENDING TITLES UP AND OUT)
(MUSIC UP OVER ENDING CREDITS AND OUT)
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Prepared by C.C. Printed in USA
Calvert Continuities Aired 1/24/06
