4x22 - In the Dark
Jackson Scott's apartment
Jackson Scott: You're late!
Bryn Landers: No, I'm not.
Jackson Scott: Most civilized people eat breakfast at 7:00 a. m.
Bryn Landers: I got you wheat toast and a salad. It's doctor's orders until you get your cholesterol down. And Vanity Fair called again; they want to know where the photos are for the... These are really...
Jackson Scott: "Really" what? Boring? Stupid? What's wrong?
Bryn Landers: There's a man in this photo and... He's dead.
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Hollis Mann's house: bedroom
Hollis Mann: I didn't know that fixing a leak involved tearing out half the wall.
Leroy Jehtro Gibbs: I found it.
Hollis Mann: Nice work... Ready for payment?
Leroy Jehtro Gibbs: Not done.
Hollis Mann: What do you mean you're not done?
Leroy Jehtro Gibbs: The sleeve is only temporary, pipes are old. The leak's going to spread. You've got to swap out all these old iron pipes with copper. All of them.
Hollis Mann: You know a good plumber?
Leroy Jehtro Gibbs: I know a great plumber.
Hollis Mann: You ready for that jump payment?
Leroy Jehtro Gibbs: Hang on. Yeah, Gibbs.
Ziva David: Gibbs, a call came in about a dead sailor.
Leroy Jehtro Gibbs: Have them meet me there.
Hollis Mann: Go. I'll be here when you get back.
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Stairs
Anthony DiNozzo: A blind photographer?
Ziva David: Well, apparently he's quite successful.
Anthony DiNozzo: Why not? Beethoven was deaf.
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Jackson Scott's apartment
Jackson Scott: After my assistant noticed the body, I blew up the photo. She saw the uniform, called you.
Leroy Jehtro Gibbs: I'll need a copy of your negative, Mr. Scott.
Anthony DiNozzo: Sorry we're late, boss... Hit every red light and we had to stop and get gas.
Jackson Scott: And some... Bratwurst?
Anthony DiNozzo: Everybody gets hungry. Where's the body?
Ziva David: Apparently there's been some sort of miscommunication.
Anthony DiNozzo: What? We carried all our equipment up here for nothing.
Timothy McGee: Yeah "we."
Ziva David: Do you remember where you were when you took that photo?
Jackson Scott: I was at the corner of 18th and Wescott following the fruit.
Bryn Landers: Since Mr. Scott lost his eyesight in an automobile accident ten years ago, he's had to rely on his other senses for his work. Instead of following the light, he'll go out and follow a sound or in this case, a scent as inspiration.
Jackson Scott: Last night, it was some kind of... Fruit smell. Slightly rotted. Like an orange, maybe. Bad cologne, I followed it for over an hour. 'Til I hit that underpass... And then all I could smell was vomit.
Timothy McGee: What's the inspiration behind these?
Jackson Scott: Oh... I heard a girl crying, I followed the tears.
Anthony DiNozzo: I don't see a girl.
Jackson Scott: Neither did I.
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The corner of 18th and Wescott
Anthony DiNozzo: It's funny how a hundred people probably walked by this guy and it took a blind man to find him.
Leroy Jehtro Gibbs: "It's funny?"
Anthony DiNozzo: Well, funny in a kind of sad, pathetic way. What if I was blind?
Donald Mallard: That technique may work for the likes of Jackson Scott, Tony, but a true investigator keeps his eyes open at all times. A lesson this unfortunate would have done well to heed. Does he have a name?
Leroy Jehtro Gibbs: No wallet, no I.D. Found this, Duck.
Donald Mallard: Sharp-force trauma to the abdomen, making that the probable murder weapon. If this was a murder, of course. Yeah, I know, I know. It always is, isn't it?
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Timothy McGee: I can't imagine what I'd do if I lost my eyesight.
Ziva David: You'd adapt.
Timothy McGee: What if I didn't?
Ziva David: You'd fall into a deep depression and eventually you would die.
Timothy McGee: Remind me not to come to you for a pep talking anytime soon... What?
Ziva David: Fresh vomit. Whoever it belongs to must have seen something.
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Donald Mallard: Time of death roughly 15 hours ago.
Anthony DiNozzo: Those markings on his neck?
Donald Mallard: Yeah, well abrasions such as those usually result from the forcible removal of jewelry. Perhaps a crucifix or in his case, his dog tags.
Leroy Jehtro Gibbs: Pre-mortem?
Donald Mallard: Well, the inflammation suggests he was still alive.
Anthony DiNozzo: Combine that with the missing wallet...
James Palmer: Looks like a mugging. I'll just swab under the fingernails.
Anthony DiNozzo: He is right, actually. Snatched necklace, missing wallet, signs of struggle, textbook mugging.
Leroy Jehtro Gibbs: Or it was made to look like one.
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NCIS: Autopsy room
Donald Mallard: Although photography didn't come came into its own as an art form until the 20th century, it was during the Civil War that its more infamous side blossomed.
James Palmer: Oh, I know this... Mathew Brady, the famous battlefield photographer.
Donald Mallard: I said infamous, Mr. Palmer. It wasn't pictures of battlefields the soldiers wanted, but subjects of a bluer nature.
James Palmer: I thought color film wasn't invented until... Oh, you mean...
Donald Mallard: As with all new media, carnal activity came to the forefront, thus proving the old adage...
Leroy Jehtro Gibbs: Sex sells.
Donald Mallard: Yes, it does. Although I assume that's not what you came down here to discuss.
Leroy Jehtro Gibbs: That's a good guess.
Donald Mallard: Yeah, well, how about another one? You came down here hoping that I had found some subtle incongruity in my autopsy that would shed some light on this dastardly mystery.
Leroy Jehtro Gibbs: Always seems to be the case, Duck.
Donald Mallard: Yes, well, all I've done so far is to confirm my initial impression as to the cause of death.
James Palmer: He was stabbed. Right in the stomach.
Leroy Jehtro Gibbs: Now, even with medical intervention, this lad was not long for this world.
Anthony DiNozzo: You mean Petty Officer Peter Lynn. Worked in the Supply Corps at the Defense Logistics Agency, which is also know as DLA, if you're ever in the K-N-O-W... They're the guys who supply the military, you know, with pretty much everything. You already knew this. He was a liaison to the Naval Space Command, which is the spy satellite guys. You remember the time we had the naked girl on the beach... You already know about all this... Abby got a hit off the prints.
Donald Mallard: That's not all Abby got. She was able to match mitochondrial fragments in the vomit to the cellular material scraped from the victim's fingernails.
Leroy Jehtro Gibbs: They both came from the assailant.
Anthony DiNozzo: The old snatch and vomit?
Donald Mallard: Emesis, as it is known, is not uncommon in first-time offenders. They learn the hard way that they don't have the stomach for a life of crime. Take our mugger's last supper: a cheese blintz, some red wine... No doubt a cheap bordeaux... And almost a pound of veal.
Leroy Jehtro Gibbs: Mugging business must be good, Duck.
Anthony DiNozzo: I'll have Ziva start running down the local restaurants. Uh, I got an address on Petty Officer Lynn, as well.
Donald Mallard: So, where were we?
James Palmer: Pornography.
Donald Mallard: Yes, I believe it was photography, Mr. Palmer. Kindly try to keep your mind out of the gutter.
James Palmer: What is it?
Donald Mallard: Perhaps I have found a subtle incongruity after all. Thank you. You take over here. I need to consult with Ms. Sciuto... Hello?
James Palmer: Where did that come from?
Donald Mallard: I haven't the foggiest idea.
James Palmer: Really? How incongruous.
Donald Mallard: Please dispose of this, Mr. Palmer.
James Palmer: Hi. Yeah, well, I found the bra. It was a close call, but, uh... Oh, no, no. No panties, we just... What do you mean a matching set?
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Building: hallway
Timothy McGee: Petty Officer Lynn live alone?
Anthony DiNozzo: We'll find out soon enough.
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Lynn's apartment
Timothy McGee: Hmm, the Eagle Nebula.
Anthony DiNozzo: Trash.
Timothy McGee: What are you talking about "trash"? This is known as the Pillars of Creation, Tony.
Anthony DiNozzo: Talking about this. He must really not like taking the trash out.
Timothy McGee: Maybe it's not trash.
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Lynn's apartment / NCIS: Abby's lab
Leroy Jehtro Gibbs: Yeah, what do you got, Duck?
Donald Mallard: An interesting development, Jethro. When I opened Petty Officer Lynn's stomach, I discovered that he, too, before his mugging had eaten a cheese blintz.
Leroy Jehtro Gibbs: Popular dish.
Abigael Scuito: Coincidence? No. I found traces of the same wine in both stomachs. The D-glucose levels in the tannin, it's like a fingerprint.
Donald Mallard: They shared a meal, Jethro, which means...
Leroy Jehtro Gibbs: It wasn't a random mugging.
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NCIS: Abby's lab
Abigael Scuito: Never thought I'd be doing this again so soon.
Timothy McGee: When was the last time?
Abigael Scuito: After my Psych Evaluation Profile. I wanted to read the rough drafts.
Timothy McGee: What'd they say?
Abigael Scuito: I have no idea. The papers I reconstructed... They weren't mine. They're yours.
Timothy McGee: Mine? You read my psych profile? What'd it say?
Leroy Jehtro Gibbs: Ah, it's better you don't know, McGee. Got your message. What do you got, Abs?
Abigael Scuito: Trash, and lots of it. Sadly, nothing that can identify the owner. Yet. No thanks... I quit.
Timothy McGee: Quit? You?
Abigael Scuito: I decided it was time to cut down on the caffeine. I wish I could tell I've already reconstructed these documents. I've got it run on an automated program, but it's still going to take some time.
Leroy Jehtro Gibbs: You called me down here to tell me you got nothing?
Abigael Scuito: Me, nothing. But Mister Mildly Neurotic Introvert with a highly sensitive ego... He has something.
Timothy McGee: Yeah. Um, I was going through Petty Officer Lynn's computer, looking for an address book, and I found this. It's called Celestia. It's an open-source astronomy program popular with space enthusiasts, people in the field.
Leroy Jehtro Gibbs: I'm not one of them, McGee.
Timothy McGee: Sorry. My point is, it's supposed to be an accurate simulation, but I found a star system that doesn't belong.
Abigael Scuito: Of course you did.
Timothy McGee: Program's open source. That means you can adapt it to pretty much anything... Education, games. You can store grocery lists, or in this case, use it for a diary.
Abigael Scuito: What better place to hide all your personal secrets than in a galaxy far far away?
Leroy Jehtro Gibbs: What's he hiding?
Timothy McGee: Well, for the most part, not a whole lot. It's about the most boring diary I've ever read. An obsession with Kelly Clarkson. Wondering why he can't find a girlfriend.
Abigael Scuito: He didn't make the connection between those two things?
Timothy McGee: Two weeks ago, though, it got interesting. Lynn claims that he was contacted by someone at the Naval Inspector General's office in Norfolk. Asked to go on a mission.
Leroy Jehtro Gibbs: He say who?
Timothy McGee: Nope. Didn't say what kind, either. That was the last entry.
Timothy McGee: You were kidding about the delicate ego thing, right?
Abigael Scuito: A question that answers itself.
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Inspector General's Office: Doug Jakobsen's office
Anthony DiNozzo: My name is Special Agent Anthony DiNozzo. This is my partner, Ziva David.
Doug Jakobsen: Commander Doug Jakobsen... So, what can the Inspector General's Office do for our investigative cousins?
Ziva David: Are you familiar with a Petty Officer by the name of Peter Lynn?
Doug Jakobsen: Excuse me... Yes, I'm familiar with the name.
Anthony DiNozzo: Was he helping with an investigation out of this office?
Doug Jakobsen: Petty Officer Lynn... Isn't helping with an investigation. He's the subject of it.
Ziva David: There's nothing on his record.
Doug Jakobsen: There wouldn't be. The investigation is classified. But you guys saved me a call. I was just about to bring NCIS in on this... We believe P.O. Lynn is abusing his position as a DLA Storekeeper. Providing info on military purchases to competing vendors.
Anthony DiNozzo: Not anymore... Petty Officer Lynn's dead.
Doug Jakobsen: How?
Ziva David: Stabbed to death. Someone tried to make it look like a mugging.
Doug Jakobsen: Suspects?
Ziva David: An accomplice, perhaps.
Doug Jakobsen: We thought he was working alone.
Anthony DiNozzo: Maybe his buyers are covering their tracks.
Doug Jakobsen: Good luck sniffing them out. Now that there's been a murder, NCIS gets sole jurisdiction, but if there's anything I can do, let me know... Something wrong?
Anthony DiNozzo: No... Other than a dead petty officer.
Doug Jakobsen: He betrayed his country. Far as I'm concerned, he got what was coming to him.
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Jeanne Benoit's apartment: living room
Jeanne Benoit: Oh, come on already!
Voicemail: Please stay on the line. Your call will be answered in the order in which it was received.
Anthony DiNozzo: I got your message.
Jeanne Benoit: Yeah.
Anthony DiNozzo: Why didn't you answer your phone?
Jeanne Benoit: I've been on hold with the Department of Development.
Anthony DiNozzo: What about your cell?
Jeanne Benoit: On hold with the Secretary of the Commonwealth's office. And... They disconnected me again.
Anthony DiNozzo: Jeanne, what's going on?
Jeanne Benoit: I'm being evicted. My building is going condo.
Anthony DiNozzo: Condo?
Jeanne Benoit: Is there something funny about that?
Anthony DiNozzo: No, I just... I got your message, and so I... Never mind... What can I do?
Jeanne Benoit: You're doing it. Thank you for coming.
Anthony DiNozzo: It's no problem, because I said I had a dentist's appointment. Again.
Jeanne Benoit: I've got 30 days to find a new place, but no time to go apartment hunting. One of my colleagues offered me their couch if I can't find anything.
Anthony DiNozzo: No. I've seen Grey's Anatomy. That's out.
Jeanne Benoit: My mother offered me a bed... So, I either fight it, or...
Anthony DiNozzo: We get a place together.
Jeanne Benoit: Tony... Waouh.
Anthony DiNozzo: Yeah... Waouh.
Employee: Department of Housing and Development. How may we direct your call?
Jeanne Benoit: Nowhere. I'm moving in with my boyfriend.
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NCIS: Briefing room
Jackson Scott: The fifth photo was a...
Leroy Jehtro Gibbs: Streetlight.
Jackson Scott: Oh, yeah, right, right, right. Halogen one... Let me see, uh... Oh, yeah, yeah, there was a, couple having a fight nearby. A hot dog vendor. And something that smelled like mothballs. I didn't get too close.
Abigael Scuito: The next one is... I'm not used to working with anyone.
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Ziva David: Bad news from the dentist?
Anthony DiNozzo: Something like that.
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Abigael Scuito: Okay, um, this is number six?
Bryn Landers: That's where Mr. Scott first picked up the fruit smell.
Leroy Jehtro Gibbs: You with him?
Bryn Landers: No. I was in the office when he left.
Jackson Scott: I work alone, and I like it that way. Bryn writes our press releases, so I had to go over the photos with her this morning. Like I said, it was an unusual scent, so I followed it.
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Ziva David: Why aren't we using the plasma?
Anthony DiNozzo: He said he didn't like looking at his pictures on a computer. He's blind.
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Abigael Scuito: Okay, this is seven. Looks like a... It could be a sewer.
Jackson Scott: And I'm the blind one. You got the pictures out of order, honey. Number seven's a sky shot... Number 22 is the low-angle.
Leroy Jehtro Gibbs: Good memory.
Jackson Scott: Yeah, well, I don't have much choice. Either that, or I break my nose walking into walls.
Bryn Landers: Number 22 is where Mr. Scott lost the fruit smell.
Ziva David: I recognize that graffiti. It's on the restaurant where I tracked Petty Officer Lynn to his last supper.
Anthony DiNozzo: You found the restaurant?
Abigael Scuito: Well, there's not too many places that serve cheese blintzes.
Ziva David: But no one remembers seeing the petty officer.
Jackson Scott: If he was the source of the smell he never came out of there.
Anthony DiNozzo: And if he wasn't, then he was probably with the guy who was.
Leroy Jehtro Gibbs: They could have used the back exit.
Ziva David: Which would make sense if they were having a clandestine meeting and were worried about being followed.
Jackson Scott: Check, uh... Number 18. There was a car idling outside the restaurant.
Abigael Scuito: Sorry.
Bryn Landers: I'll get those.
Abigael Scuito: Time to go digital.
Leroy Jehtro Gibbs: How long was he there?
Jackson Scott: Well, he was still there when I left.
Anthony DiNozzo: Can you get the license?
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NCIS: Squad room
Ziva David: Accessing the Virginia DMV.
Anthony DiNozzo: We only have a partial plate, but we can narrow it down by making model.
Ziva David: Really?
Anthony DiNozzo: Sarcasm is not sexy, Ziva.
Ziva David: Narrowing the list down to make and model.
Anthony DiNozzo: Got it. License plate T-A five, four, zero, two, one.
Ziva David: Registered to a David Wong, 41, civilian.
Leroy Jehtro Gibbs: Record?
Anthony DiNozzo: Guy's squeaky clean... No criminal record, no outstanding parking tickets. Works in Inventory Management at the Defense Logistics Agency. Who else works there, he thought sexily?
Ziva David: I know a petty officer who used to. And just as squeaky.
Leroy Jehtro Gibbs: Call McGee and have him bring David Wong in here.
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NCIS: Squad room / Street
Timothy McGee: I was just about to call you, Tony.
Anthony DiNozzo: I was going to say great minds think alike, but, well,you know.
Timothy McGee: Got a lead.
Anthony DiNozzo: Yeah, we do, too. We found a car outside the restaurant Petty Officer Lynn ate at. A Honda licence plate...
Timothy McGee: T- A, five, four, zero, two, one?
Ziva David: Good guess.
Timothy McGee: Not a guess. I'm standing right in front of it. I spoke to Petty Officer Lynn's superiors. They had a lot of nice things to say about him. It's the guy in the office across the hall they were worried about.
Leroy Jehtro Gibbs: David Wong.
Timothy McGee: That's right.
Ziva David: Why were they worried?
Timothy McGee: He left for lunch four hours ago, never came back.
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Gibbs's house: basement
Hollis Mann: A blind photographer. That is a new one. Is he a suspect?
Leroy Jehtro Gibbs: Not yet. Uh... Got to come straight in.
Hollis Mann: So, he takes a picture of a dead body, who just happens to be under investigation for the Inspector General's office? Thought you didn't like coincidences.
Leroy Jehtro Gibbs: Well, that's why I said not yet.
Hollis Mann: You got any suspects?
Leroy Jehtro Gibbs: A co-worker of Petty Officer Lynn's went MIA today. Left in a hurry.
Hollis Mann: I'd offer to help you with your manhunt, but I filed for retirement today... Plus, I got my own manhunt to worry about... This is the part where you say something.
Leroy Jehtro Gibbs: I'm not sure which part to start with.
Hollis Mann: You could start with how you feel.
Leroy Jehtro Gibbs: How do you feel?
Hollis Mann: Good. I'm ready for something permanent. And the Army's not going to, you know, give that to me but... That's a nice try, but, this is the part where you say something, remember?
Leroy Jehtro Gibbs: I guess I'm wondering what you mean by "permanent."
Hollis Mann: I mean that... I like you. And... I think you like me, too... You're going to have to confirm or deny that.
Leroy Jehtro Gibbs: I like you.
Hollis Mann: Good... Well, as you know, when two people like each other, they usually like to spend time with each other. And I consider my time valuable, thus I consider time spent with you an investment.
Leroy Jehtro Gibbs: That makes me like... What? A CD?
Hollis Mann: At our age, more like an IRA. And I've, I've already, uh, invested a lot in it. You never know how things are going to turn out, and I'm not asking for promises. I just need to know if you're in this for the long haul... I want to start building something, and I want to build it with you.
Leroy Jehtro Gibbs: Holly, I do like you... I'm just...
Hollis Mann: What? Wounded? Afraid to love?
Leroy Jehtro Gibbs: I'm in the middle of a case, and I'm not real focused right now.
Hollis Mann: Okay, well, I didn't expect to get an answer tonight, but I did have to ask the question. I'm leaving for Fort Bragg. I'm helping choose my replacement tomorrow. You know, and hopefully when I get back you may have an answer for me. I'd hate to have to find a new plumber.
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NCIS: Squad room
Anthony DiNozzo: No hits on the BOLO yet.
Timothy McGee: Co-workers said he'd been acting strange all week.
Ziva David: If he planned his run, it'll make him that much harder to find.
Leroy Jehtro Gibbs: Did you track his cell calls yet?
Timothy McGee: Agent Lee is getting the warrant now. She's at the U.S. Attorney's office.
Anthony DiNozzo: And Abby's processing evidence from his office. She nearly bit my head off when I poked it in to her lab o check on her.
Timothy McGee: Quit drinking caffeine.
Ziva David: Abby?
Anthony DiNozzo: Abby Sciuto? Yes, boss?
Leroy Jehtro Gibbs: Wong, David Wong.
Anthony DiNozzo: We have two competing theories on Mr. Wong. Theory one...
Ziva David: It is possible that David Wong and Petty Officer Lynn were working together.
Anthony DiNozzo: And then they had a fall out and Wong ended their relationship. Theory two.
Timothy McGee: The Commander from the I.G. had it wrong about Petty Officer Lynn.
Leroy Jehtro Gibbs: Wong was selling the info, Lynn found out, Wong killed him for it.
Anthony DiNozzo: We figure out a motive, we'll figure out where he's going.
Ziva David: First, we need that warrant.
James Palmer: I've got it right here. Uh, Agent Lee faxed this over. I thought I'd run it up to you.
Leroy Jehtro Gibbs: McGee.
Timothy McGee: Yeah? On it, boss... All right, pulling up his records.
Leroy Jehtro Gibbs: You need something else?
James Palmer: Uh... No.
Timothy McGee: Palmer's been acting like that all morning. Earlier, I caught him at the gym hiding in the towel bins. Bank records are coming up... No unusual activity.
Anthony DiNozzo: You know what? I got to make a pit stop.
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NCIS: Squad room / Jeanne Benoit's apartment: living room
Anthony DiNozzo: I can't think of anything charming or pithy to say.
Jeanne Benoit: Well... I have fantastic news. I think I found us a place.
Anthony DiNozzo: That's great.
Jeanne Benoit: It's a three bedroom apartment, not far from the university or the hospital and has really cute floral wallpaper.
Anthony DiNozzo: That, that, that's great.
Jeanne Benoit: Great as in... "Great" or... "Great" as in you're having second thoughts?
Anthony DiNozzo: I'm not having second thoughts... Is there a third option?
Jeanne Benoit: Don't do this to me, Tony.
Anthony DiNozzo: Jeanne...
Jeanne Benoit: You didn't have to say anything yesterday. You could have just given me a hug and told me everything would be okay. That would have been more than enough. But don't tell me you want to live with me, then take it back.
Anthony DiNozzo: I am not taking it back. When I suggested that we live together, I was speaking from... You know... What's that, the thing in you rib cage?
Jeanne Benoit: Heart.
Anthony DiNozzo: Heart. Yeah. I was... And I am. And I meant it. I'm just...
Jeanne Benoit: A commitmentphobe afraid to love.
Anthony DiNozzo: Right in the middle there. And I'm... I'm just not very focused right now. And I'm not a big fan of floral. I'll be honest with you.
Jeanne Benoit: Okay, then... I'll keep looking, if you're sure that's all that it is?
Anthony DiNozzo: Yeah. I'm sure.
Jeanne Benoit: Then what are you doing on the phone? Get back to work.
Anthony DiNozzo: Yes, ma'am.
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NCIS: Squad room
Anthony DiNozzo: Hi.
Timothy McGee: Hey. Abby called; she found something. Wanted us to come down.
Leroy Jehtro Gibbs: If you're done, that is.
Anthony DiNozzo: I'm sorry, boss, I... I'm... I know.
Leroy Jehtro Gibbs: I know. DiNozzo, trust me. I know.
Anthony DiNozzo: How long were you guys there?
Ziva David: Long enough. So you are getting a new roommate?
Anthony DiNozzo: We're discussing it.
Ziva David: What is there to discuss?
Anthony DiNozzo: It's complicated.
Ziva David: Complicated, complicated, complicated. You know, in America, I have noticed they use that word as a code for... "If I explain it, you would not agree, therefore I will use he word complicated and hopefully, you will stop asking."
Anthony DiNozzo: Yeah, that's pretty much it in a nutshell. I'm gonna go see what Abby wants.
Ziva David:Tony...
Anthony DiNozzo: Ziva. If you're going to give me advice on dating, I'm going to need to get something out of my system first, okay?
Ziva David: Stop laughing or I will hurt you... I know what you're doing. You're hiding behind all these jokes. And I know what you're hiding from.
Anthony DiNozzo: Really? What's that?
Ziva David: Everyone who is afraid to love hides from getting hurt.
Anthony DiNozzo: It's not just me that I'm worrying about hurting, Ziva.
Ziva David: That's because you're a good person.
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NCIS: Abby's lab
Abigael Scuito: It's a low-frequency, acoustic RF buffer transmitter.
Leroy Jehtro Gibbs: English, Abs.
Timothy McGee: It's a bug.
Abigael Scuito: I found it embedded underneath the "Caps Lock" key of David Wong's keyboard.
Anthony DiNozzo: I thought the DLA ran routine security sweeps.
Ziva David: How did they miss it?
Abigael Scuito: The same way I almost did. Okay... To avoid detection from internal sensors, the bug records for five hours... And then blast sends the data in under five seconds.
Leroy Jehtro Gibbs: A little bug can do all that?
Abigael Scuito: Yeah. It can if it only records a few, tiny sub-audible frequencies.
Anthony DiNozzo: "Sub-audible" meaning?
Timothy McGee: Humans can't hear it.
Anthony DiNozzo: So, what? Lassie's bugging this guy?
Abigael Scuito: I think, he bugged himself. Don't you like the way I do that? Like, right when you think you know where I'm going, it's like... Shazam... A hard turn.
Leroy Jehtro Gibbs: He bugged himself? Abs!
Abigael Scuito: Sorry, Gibbs. I'm just a little bit distracted... Better. Sub-audible bug! Whoever planted it wasn't eavesdropping on conversations. They were listening for keyboard taps. Every key makes a similar but unique sound. With the right software, you can record the keystrokes... Then using a decoding algorithm, you can figure out what was typed.
Timothy McGee: The virtual Rosetta Stone.
Abigael Scuito: A bug like this would bypass all security protocols. No password would be safe.
Anthony DiNozzo: David Wong had access to some pretty sensitive info.
Ziva David: Why would he need to bug himself? He already knew his passwords.
Timothy McGee: No, he didn't. The DLA uses RSA Secure ID. It's a hardware token that regenerates authentication every minute.
Abigael Scuito: If Wong had a partner, the best way to give him access would be to...
Leroy Jehtro Gibbs: Bug himself. Does this record more than passwords?
Abigael Scuito: It records everything that's typed.
Leroy Jehtro Gibbs: Okay, let's see it.
Abigael Scuito: But we can't. 'Cause it broadcasts and it then dumps.
Anthony DiNozzo: You could try the buffer... Sorry. You guys say that every once in awhile, so I thought...
Abigael Scuito: He's right.
Ziva David: He is?
Anthony DiNozzo: I am?
Abigael Scuito: If we treat the buffer like a normal hard drive, even if it erased itself, we should be able to get something off of it.
Timothy McGee: Accessing the RAM buffer.
Abigael Scuito: We've got something. Wong was looking for directions to an abandoned DLA warehouse.
Ziva David: Perhaps a rendezvous with his buyers?
Timothy McGee: Or he was worried we'd trace the murder of Petty Officer Lynn to him and he decided to run.
Leroy Jehtro Gibbs: Address.
Timothy McGee: Got it.
Leroy Jehtro Gibbs: That's good work, Abs.
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Street
Anthony DiNozzo: Nice place.
Ziva David: Don't think Wong chose this location for scenery.
Leroy Jehtro Gibbs: McGee, DiNozzo.
Timothy McGee: If Wong was running, he didn't get very far.
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Warehouse
Leroy Jehtro Gibbs: Federal agents!
Timothy McGee: Wrong.
Anthony DiNozzo: He got about as far as he could get.
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NCIS: Autopsy room
Donald Mallard: The telltale inverted "V", combined with the hemorrhaging of the lips and eyelids, fractured cervical vertebrae... No evidence of any drugs in his system, and only his DNA on the rope.
Anthony DiNozzo: Let me guess... He hung himself.
Donald Mallard: It certainly would pear that way.
Leroy Jehtro Gibbs: He have any help?
Donald Mallard: He may have. A murder could easily cover up a ligature strangulation with a post-mortem hanging. I understand there was some kind of note from Mr. Wong.
Leroy Jehtro Gibbs: Took the credit for killing Petty Officer Lynn.
Anthony DiNozzo: Wong said he and Lynn were partners on a con, embezzling from the DLA, until Lynn tried to blackmail Wong out of his share. So Wong killed him.
Leroy Jehtro Gibbs: Tried to make it look like a mugging.
Anthony DiNozzo: Then he panicked when he learned NCIS figured out it wasn't. "I'm sorry, I never meant for any of this to happen. May God have mercy. David B. Wong". Abby verified the handwriting.
Donald Mallard: You know, the vomit near the body contained copious amounts of cheese blintz. David Wong was lactose intolerant. If he had consumed that much cheese, that would explain his throwing up.
Leroy Jehtro Gibbs: Puts Wong at the underpass.
Anthony DiNozzo: Which corroborates his letter.
Donald Mallard: Yet you doubt it?
Leroy Jehtro Gibbs: Mugging wasn't a mugging.
Donald Mallard: So the suicide may not be a suicide. In the mugging, certain key facts did not add up. But here, I'm afraid, there are no such discrepancies.
Leroy Jehtro Gibbs: Well, I've got a discrepancy. Evidence bag says David G. Wong.
Donald Mallard: Yes. His middle name was George.
Anthony DiNozzo: Then why'd he sign his name with a "B"?
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NCIS: Squad room
Ziva David: Perhaps he was a sending us a message.
Timothy McGee: Letter "B" is not much of a message.
Ziva David: I find it very doubtful that he would make a mistake. Besides, if he wrote a note under duress, the message would have to be something the killer would not notice.
Anthony DiNozzo: Could be part of the killer's initials.
Leroy Jehtro Gibbs: Is that at you'd write, DiNozzo?
Anthony DiNozzo: No. Two letters would be circumstantial, one letter is just useless.
Ziva David: Perhaps there's another place where David Wong used the false initial.
Timothy McGee: I already checked. DMV, bank records. Only place that Wong used the letter "B" is on the suicide note.
Leroy Jehtro Gibbs: Maybe it wasn't one letter then. McGee, run it. Whoa, stop it right there. There.
Timothy McGee: What?
Anthony DiNozzo: The Bs are different.
Ziva David: Thirteen. It's not a letter. it's a number.
Timothy McGee: Actually, I think it's both. Boss, I think this is an "I" and a three together. After Wong's suicide note, I checked his office's records. They code their invoices with an "I" followed by a number corresponding to department. I've gotten as far as I-5, but I didn't find anything to corroborate the claim of embezzment.
Leroy Jehtro Gibbs: Look again.
Abigael Scuito: That's good advice, Gibbs. That's exactly what I did. You're going to love what I found.
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NCIS: Abby's lab
Abigael Scuito: The first thing I did when I got the photos...
Ziva David: Was run facial-recognition software on every face you could find.
Anthony DiNozzo: Which led nowhere.
Abigael Scuito: Thank you both for that reminder of my failure.
Leroy Jehtro Gibbs: Haven't failed me yet, Abs.
Abigael Scuito: I thought I had squeezed all the data I could out of the photos, until Jackson Scott walked in and humbled me. The man uses echolocation to find obstacles in his way. No Shamu jokes. Echolocation is reflected sound, which made me think of reflected images. Which made me find... This... I know, it's a blur, but that's because the photons of light in the image, they're spread out in time.
Anthony DiNozzo: But you can de-spread them.
Abigael Scuito: Well, the technical term is "deconvolution," but yeah. So I calculated the shutter speed, merging the photons into a coherent image. The final results are still processing. But this is good enough for an ID. Look familiar?
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NCIS: interview room
Ziva David: Relax. There's nothing to be nervous about.
Bryn Landers: Then why am I in an interrogation room?
Ziva David: That's a good point. Maybe you should be nervous.
Bryn Landers: I haven't done anything wrong.
Ziva David: Actually, you did. But we're going to give you another chance to correct it. So, tell us again, where were you the night your boss took this picture?
Bryn Landers: I told you already. I was in Mr. Scott's office until 6:00. And then I went straight home.
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NCIS: Observation room
Anthony DiNozzo: She was at your loft when you left?
Jackson Scott: Told you that already, too. I'm blind, but you guys are deaf.
Leroy Jehtro Gibbs: You believe her?
Jackson Scott: Well, why would I think she's lying?
Timothy McGee: Because she is.
Ziva David: So if you went straight home...
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NCIS: interview room
Ziva David: Then what are you doing in this photo your boss took that night?
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NCIS: Observation room
Anthony DiNozzo: It's interesting you didn't notice she was there.
Timothy McGee: Yet you noticed everything else.
Jackson Scott: I see. She's not the only one being interrogated.
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NCIS: interview room
Ziva David: Care to change your testimony?
Bryn Landers: I took the long way home. I must have walked by where Mr Scott was shooting. If I did, I didn't realize he was there.
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NCIS: Observation room
Anthony DiNozzo: So you two were within 20 feet of each other...
Timothy McGee: And neither of you knew the other was there.
Jackson Scott: It's possible Bryn wouldn't have noticed me. I work hard to keep myself below people's radar. But I would have certainly noticed her.
Leroy Jehtro Gibbs: Why didn't you?
Jackson Scott: I don't know.
Ziva David: We showed your photo to the staff at the restaurant...
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NCIS: interview room
Ziva David: Where Petty Officer Lynn was having his last supper. And one of the waiters identified you at the lobby. You being at the same restaurant as Petty Officer Lynn a coincidence, too? Because I don't think the jury will see it that way. What they will see is the person he had dinner with then lured him to the underpass, and stabbed him to death.
Bryn Landers: No. It's not what happened.
Ziva David: Then tell me what did!
Bryn Landers: I was following Mr. Scott. But I lost him for a few minutes... I just ducked into the restaurant for a second when he came around the corner and surprised me... Jackson's harder to follow than you'd think... I have to wear special shoes and perfume when I follow him.
Ziva David: Fruity perfume by any chance?
Bryn Landers: Lavender.
Ziva David: Why were you following him?
Bryn Landers: I don't understand this.
Ziva David: Why were you following him?
Bryn Landers: I was the one who called NCIS...
Ziva David: Why were you following him?! You're in love with him.
Bryn Landers: If you think his photos are brilliant, you should see him work. He can't see, but he still sees more than most people. I lied to you, because if Jackson knew I was following him... I didn't see your petty officer. And if he was there when I was, I wouldn't have noticed.
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NCIS: Observation room
Jackson Scott: For a man who can see more than most people, I... Managed to miss the thing that counts the most. Better late than never, I suppose. You going to let her go now?
Leroy Jehtro Gibbs: Now, no.
Anthony DiNozzo: After we corroborate, yeah.
Timothy McGee: Maybe Wong's suicide note was legit after all.
James Palmer: Oh, I'm sorry. I was just looking for some pipettes, which are clearly not here... Bye.
Leroy Jehtro Gibbs: Hey... What?
Jackson Scott: The fruit smell from that night.
James Palmer: Oh. Oh, my gosh. I forgot to take my insulin. I was so busy looking for the pipettes that I forgot.
Anthony DiNozzo: Insulin?
James Palmer: Yeah, I have mild diabetes. When my blood sugar spikes, my breath gets a mild fruity smell. Is it really that bad? Why is everyone looking at me like I'm in some kind of trouble?
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Inspector General's Office: Doug Jakobsen's office
Doug Jakobsen: Well, I got your message. What's this about a breach of our security?
Anthony DiNozzo: We believe someone's been running a bogus investigation out of your office.
Doug Jakobsen: The Lynn case?
Timothy McGee: Our suspect told Petty Officer Lynn a co-worker was under investigation for embezzling.
Leroy Jehtro Gibbs: A lie.
Timothy McGee: And asked Lynn to plant a bug in the co-worker's office. That co-worker was David Wong.
Anthony DiNozzo: The lie was to get Wong's password to the DLA accounting database.
Leroy Jehtro Gibbs: The suspect was the one who was embezzling.
Timothy McGee: You can check DLA ledger I-three. It's all there.
Anthony DiNozzo: The funny part is Wong grew suspicious and contacted you, which is ironic, since you were the one running the bogus investigation out of this office in the first place.
Timothy McGee: We traced the log-ons to DLA's servers back to your computer. Also, a waiter places you at the restaurant with Lynn.
Anthony DiNozzo: And we have come to believe that it was Colonel Mustard in the conservatory with a wrench.
Doug Jakobsen: How?
Leroy Jehtro Gibbs: Jackson Scott decided to follow the fruit.
Anthony DiNozzo: As a diabetic, you should've skipped the cheese blintz.
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Hollis Mann's house: bedroom
Hollis Mann: You're done already... Thought you said it was going to take awhile.
Leroy Jehtro Gibbs: Nope. Worked all night.
Hollis Mann: And what's the rush? Oh, I see. So that's how it's gonna be, huh?
Leroy Jehtro Gibbs: Hol, I wanted...
Hollis Mann: No. Don't... Don't say it. Don't say anything. Not that you ever do anyway. But you know what? I'm gonna say something. You're making a mistake. You're going to wake up in a week or a month and you're going to realize that you threw away something good, and it's gonna be too late. You know, I realize that there are three billion men in the world, and they don't all have to want me, but you should want me... The fact that you don't, it just makes me wonder why I ever wanted you in the first place... Are you going to say something?
Leroy Jehtro Gibbs: You told me not to.
Hollis Mann: Well, I changed my mind.
Leroy Jehtro Gibbs: I worked through the night because I found another small leak in your bathroom, and I wanted to surprise you... Bigger job than I thought.
Hollis Mann: And how long is this gonna take?
Leroy Jehtro Gibbs: Could take awhile.
Hollis Mann: I feel like an idiot.
Leroy Jehtro Gibbs: Sounded like one.
Hollis Mann: How do I make it up to you?
