14x17 - What Lies Above
McGee's apartement: living room
Timothy McGee: Ow. What the hell? Someone there? What are you doing in here?
Gunshots
Timothy McGee: Come out with your hands up.
Neighbor: I'm calling 911!
Timothy McGee: Anyone else? Ow... Oh, God.
Leroy Jethro Gibbs: Yeah, McGee. McGee, you there? McGee?
Timothy McGee: I'm here, boss. I'm here.
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Restaurant
Jenna Flemming: Naturally, they all claim to fully support the bill, but this makes three times now that they've postponed a vote on it.
Leon Vance: Wow. Duplicitous backstabbers on Capitol Hill. Who'd have thunk it?
Jenna Flemming: You've got plenty of it in your world, too, Lee. You have the experience.
Leon Vance: Hey, you want to go to a Wizards game with me next week? I can get us really good seats.
Jenna Flemming: Are you changing the subject?
Leon Vance: Mm-hmm. I'm sorry, it's just my aversion to talking politics over dinner. Makes everything so very hard to swallow.
Jenna Flemming: We're not talking politics. I'm talking you. Since NCIS got rid of Kai Chen, your public profile's never been higher.
Leon Vance: I have a public profile?
Jenna Flemming: Yes, you do. You're handsome, brilliant, charismatic. And to have a fighter like you at our side, swimming with the sharks.
Leon Vance: You know, I think I fare much better on dry land.
Jenna Flemming: Come on, Lee.
Leon Vance: Okay. I get it. I get it. And I'd... Yeah, I'd be lying if I didn't say that I wasn't tempted.
Jenna Flemming: Can you see it? You take a seat in Congress, and your buddy Gibbs gets a seat in the director's chair.
Leon Vance: So you're planning his future, too? Oh. Speak of the devil.
Jenna Flemming: Oh.
Leon Vance: Yeah, Gibbs.
Leroy Jethro Gibbs: McGee was just attacked by two armed assailants.
Leon Vance: He what?
Leroy Jethro Gibbs: In his apartment.
Leon Vance: Is McGee all right?
Jenna Flemming: Agent McGee?
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McGee's apartement: living room
Leroy Jethro Gibbs: Yes, I will do that, Leon... Just keeping you in the loop... Call you later.
Eleanor Bishop: Ducky and Jimmy are on their way.
Leroy Jethro Gibbs: McGee. There were two of them?
Timothy McGee: Yeah. One of them got away, but I grazed him.
Leroy Jethro Gibbs: Check local hospitals for recent gunshot wounds.
Nicholas Torres: No wallet. But a print scanner IDs him as Louis Cole, a recent parolee.
Alexandra Quinn: No stolen goods on him. I wonder what the other guy made out with.
Timothy McGee: I don't even care. I'm just happy that Delilah was in Dubai on assignment. I mean, if she would've walked in on these guys, would've been a lot worse.
Eleanor Bishop: You haven't called her yet?
Timothy McGee: No. It's too early there. Plus, uh, I'm not really looking forward to telling her anyway.
Eleanor Bishop: Yeah, but she'll want to know you're okay.
Timothy McGee: That'll help, but it's not gonna make her happy. I mean, it's bad enough this place is trashed. It's gonna take a lot of sage burning to make that okay.
Nicholas Torres: Oh, she won't mind too much, right? I'm sure she'll get over it real quick. I mean, it's not like it's the first dead body this apartment has seen.
Alexandra Quinn: Wait, what?
Leroy Jethro Gibbs: McGee. You know what they were looking for?
Timothy McGee: Uh, no, boss, I'll call Tony. Maybe he has some ideas.
Alexandra Quinn: Wait. Wait. Hold up. Go back. What do you mean, it's not the first dead body?
Nicholas Torres: Wait, you didn't know that?
Eleanor Bishop: Triple homicide. It's how Tony got the place so cheap.
Alexandra Quinn: What? A triple homicide here?
Eleanor Bishop: It was a long time ago. Before Tony, the previous owner killed three people. It was apparently pretty messy.
Nicholas Torres: Pretty messy? Didn't the guy use an electric carving knife to dismember the bodies?
Timothy McGee: Right, guys, can we not?
Alexandra Quinn: Oh, I could never live here knowing that.
Eleanor Bishop: Yeah, I had the same reservations when I was in the running.
Nicholas Torres: More like the heebie-jeebies. How did Delilah feel about it?
Timothy McGee: Actually, I haven't told her yet.
Alexandra Quinn: What? You never told Delilah?
Timothy McGee: Well, I was going to tell her, but, you know, we moved in, and what she doesn't know...
Nicholas Torres: Dude, that's messed up.
Timothy McGee: Come on. It was 15 years ago. There's got to be an expiration date on the creepy factor. Besides, it's not like the place is haunted.
Eleanor Bishop: Hmm, maybe cursed.
Timothy McGee: It's not cursed. I'm counting on each of you to please help me keep my secret from Delilah.
Eleanor Bishop: You want us to lie for you?
Nicholas Torres: We can't lie to her, McGee.
Timothy McGee: No, it's not a lie, it's-it's more of a...
Alexandra Quinn: It's like an omission.
Timothy McGee: That's the word for it, "omission."
Alexandra Quinn: It's like if Delilah were to say, “McGee, "has there ever been a triple homicide in this apartment" and you said no, that would be a lie.
Timothy McGee: That's right, and she's never asked me that.
Nicholas Torres: Why the hell would she ask that?
Eleanor Bishop: Yeah, I got to say, Alex, I'm a little surprised you seem okay with this.
Alexandra Quinn: What? I'm-I'm not okay with any of it, but sometimes secrets are a necessary evil. Especially when dealing with family.
Nicholas Torres: You have secrets in your family? I'll take that as a yes.
Timothy McGee: Well, I'm in too deep already, so please just don't say anything to anyone. In fact, forget thatanything even happened.
Leroy Jethro Gibbs: This triple homicide...
Timothy McGee: Ah, this is great.
Leroy Jethro Gibbs: We find out more, see if there's a connection.
Timothy McGee: Boss, I-I can't imagine there's a connection. I mean, it's so many years between incidents... Wait, Rosebud.
Eleanor Bishop: Rosebud?
Timothy McGee: Yeah, Rosebud is Delilah's private hard drive. It's got every photo and document on it from when she was a kid, up until now. It's named after the sled in Citizen Kane... It's her diary, it's her everything.
Alexandra Quinn: And it's gone.
Leroy Jethro Gibbs: There anything else on that, like DoD files?
Timothy McGee: I can't imagine, boss, but maybe. It's her... What's she doing up so early?
Alexandra Quinn: Women have a sixth sense about this stuff.
Leroy Jethro Gibbs: Ask her what was in there.
Timothy McGee: Boss, if I ask her about the missing hard drive, she's gonna know everything.
Nicholas Torres: Tell her everything, Tim.
Timothy McGee: I won't tell her everything, I'll talk to her about it tonight.
Alexandra Quinn: Or you could not answer her call.
Leroy Jethro Gibbs: No, no, answer it.
Eleanor Bishop: Time to come clean, McGee.
Timothy McGee: Hey, sweetheart. Early morning for you, huh? Yeah... Oh, uh, I miss you, too. Um, me? Um, not much.
Nicholas Torres: Uh... Not much?
Timothy McGee: No, uh...
Nicholas Torres: No, pretty quiet, actually, yeah.
Timothy McGee: No, no, no, everything's good... A nice and, uh, quiet evening at home.
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NCIS: Squad room
Alexandra Quinn: Oh, I was hoping you'd beat me here.
Eleanor Bishop: Well, Gibbs wanted more details on the triple homicide at McGee's place, and I just found a bunch.
Alexandra Quinn: I was hoping you'd say that, too.
Eleanor Bishop: So, according to this old case file, "Police responded to a call about shots fired and found the apartment's owner, a licensed furrier named Paul Triff, dismembering the bodies of three known felons with an electric carving knife."
Alexandra Quinn: Ugh. Well, "Triff pleaded self-defense following a home invasion, but the jury sentenced him to three life terms at Maryland Correctional."
Eleanor Bishop: How bizarre is that?
Alexandra Quinn: What I don't get is, who's a licensed furrier anymore, anyway? Was that still a thing 15 years ago?
Eleanor Bishop: Well, and why dismember the bodies if he acted in self-defense? I mean, that's got to be the worst defense angle ever.
Alexandra Quinn: There's got be some kind of symmetry to all this, right? A home invasion, known felons, shot in the apartment.
Timothy McGee: No, no symmetry at all. I studied the case myself. Triff's furrier business was a front for a smuggling ring. The three home invaders worked as furriers, presumably as smugglers.
Eleanor Bishop: So why the dismembering?
Timothy McGee: Well, he was sneaking out, uh, body parts in plastic bags, but, uh, that bears no resemblance to last night.
Nicholas Torres: Yo. How much you tell Delilah?
Timothy McGee: Delilah was so freaked out by the break-in itself, I had to leave out the part about killing a guy.
Nicholas Torres: Another lie?
Alexandra Quinn: It's not a lie, Nick, it's an omission.
Nicholas Torres: Oh, right, right, it's, uh, "family."
Timothy McGee: Yeah, and it's Delilah. I mean, she was gonna fly home as is. I had to, you know, cover, so I convinced her to stay longer. Hopefully long enough to where I can get the walls and the floors fixed.
Eleanor Bishop: You didn't tell her that either?
Timothy McGee: Again, why would I pile on the bad news?
Nicholas Torres: Yeah, so no reason to tell her about a... Triple homicide?
Timothy McGee: No, no, Torres, that's a secret, we can't do that, all right? We just need to find this hard drive.
Leroy Jethro Gibbs: Rosebud... Is that what they were after?
Timothy McGee: Think so, boss. Called Tony, he had no other ideas.
Leroy Jethro Gibbs: Okay, what do we know? Update.
Eleanor Bishop: All right. Our dead burglar, Louis Cole, 37, was paroled two months ago from Haynesville Correctional Center after serving three years for transporting narcotics.
Alexandra Quinn: Drug offenses, a few assaults, but no burglaries on his rap sheet.
Leroy Jethro Gibbs: First time for everything.
Nicholas Torres: We collected evidence. Found a crowbar in the bedroom. Abby's running it for prints now.
Timothy McGee: Boss, we got to find these guys. Beyond sentimental value, Delilah's whole life is on that hard drive. If she finds out it's missing...
Nicholas Torres: What? You didn't tell her about Rosebud?
Timothy McGee: Why would I if there's still a chance I could get it back?
Eleanor Bishop: Yet another lie.
Leroy Jethro Gibbs: Not a lie...Omission... Yeah, Duck, I'm on my way.
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NCIS: Autopsy room
Donald Mallard: To me, honesty is all about the three yous.
James Palmer: "The three yous," Doctor?
Donald Mallard: Yeah, well, there's the you that the world knows, there's the you that your friends and family know, and there's the you that only you know. And that you most certainly has secrets.
James Palmer: Ah, but is the secret the same as a lie?
Timothy McGee: Oh, great, you know, too?
James Palmer: Oh, sorry, McGee, yeah, I overheard the others at the crime scene talking about it when we went to go pick up the body. Now, I know it's not my place to offer up my opinion, but...
Timothy McGee: You're going to anyway.
James Palmer: I just feel like a triple homicide is something that I'd have to tell Breena about before we moved in.
Timothy McGee: But you're not moving in. And you are not gonna tell Delilah.
James Palmer: What? No, no, no, of course not. I wouldn't dream of it.
Leroy Jethro Gibbs: Ducky, what we got?
Donald Mallard: I thought you'd never ask, Jethro. And, Timothy, your intruder died from a single well-placed bullet to the heart.
Timothy McGee: I was just firing back, Ducky. It was a lucky shot at best.
Abigael Scuito: And at worst, that apartment of yours is decidedly unlucky.
Timothy McGee: Hi, Abbs.
Abigael Scuito: McGee. Ugh... I'm so glad you're okay. Tony never should've bought that place, no matter how cheap it was.
Timothy McGee: Look, it's not unlucky, it's two incidents 15 years apart.
Abigael Scuito: Incidents? You call those incidents? The shootings and the dismemberments?
Leroy Jethro Gibbs: Abby, what do you got?
Donald Mallard: I thought he'd never ask.
Abigael Scuito: I got a positive match off the fingerprint on the crowbar. It belongs to a Walter Shibberd. He has got multiple burglaries on his rap sheet, and I sent you his cell phone number in case you want to ping it.
Timothy McGee: Good work. You're the best, Abbs.
Abigael Scuito: Oh, McGee? It's too late to tell Delilah about the apartment. If it were me, I would not want to know.
Timothy McGee: Okay.
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Alley
Timothy McGee: According to this, we should be right on top of him.
Nicholas Torres: Hey, Walter. Seems like you got a boo-boo there.
Timothy McGee: I know it was dark, but I'm pretty sure we met last night... He's running, he's running.
Nicholas Torres: Ooh, I was hoping you did that... Ooh, make that two boo-boos.
Timothy McGee: All right, let's see what we got... .22-caliber semiauto. My Lincoln penny collection. Ah.
Nicholas Torres: Rosebud?
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NCIS: Interview room
Walter Shibberd: I'd never been shot before. I was afraid to go to the E.R. I hear that's where you guys always look.
Timothy McGee: What made you want this?
Walter Shibberd: What do you mean? It was there. I was gonna sell it, like everything else. I'm a B and E man. I'm a... I'm a hired hand. That's all.
Timothy McGee: Working for who?
Walter Shibberd: This guy Louis. I met him at a bar last week. Said if I broke him into the apartment, he'd pay me 500 bucks, plus anything else I wanted to keep.
Nicholas Torres: This guy Louis, what was he looking for?
Walter Shibberd: I don't know. He said he'd know it when he saw it. It had something to do with a hot tip he got from a buddy in the joint.
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NCIS: Observation room
Leon Vance: Whatever that tip was, this fellow Louis thought it was worth tearing up McGee's entire apartment to find it.
Abigael Scuito: But we don't have to tear it up, do we? 'Cause McGee will not like that.
Leroy Jethro Gibbs: Okay. Then find a way to search his apartment without destroying it.
Abigael Scuito: I can do that.
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NCIS: Observation room / Flemming's cabinet
Leon Vance: Congresswoman Flemming.
Jenna Flemming: Hello, handsome. I'm just calling to see how McGee is doing.
Leon Vance: He's doing very well. Caught the other burglar and he's recovering stolen property as we speak. So how's your lovely day?
P.A.: Ma'am.
Jenna Flemming: That is wonderful news. Please give Agent McGee my regards.
Leon Vance: I take it you're no longer alone.
Jenna Flemming: That is very true. Um, on another note, about our lunch meeting tomorrow, I was hoping to change venues.
Leon Vance: Oh, sure. For a minute there, I thought you were gonna cancel on me.
Jenna Flemming: You know Dasher's?
Leon Vance: Yes, I know it well. I also know it's a favorite of the power lunch crowd, eager to see and be seen.
Jenna Flemming: Nothing wrong with that, is there?
Leon Vance: For an up-and-comer like me?
Jenna Flemming: Well, that's the spirit. Plus, it's closer to my office. I've got a packed day tomorrow. I really do appreciate it, Director.
Leon Vance: Uh-huh.
Jenna Flemming: Uh-huh.
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NCIS: Squad room
Timothy McGee: What can we do?
Alexandra Quinn: Well, hop on board. We're all combing the same database.
Leroy Jethro Gibbs: Checking inmate profiles for any of Louis' prison buddies.
Eleanor Bishop: And any possible links between Louis and your Electric Carving Knife Man.
Timothy McGee: He's not my anything, and there is no link, okay? Chances are one in a million.
Alexandra Quinn: Ooh, I found Louis' cellmate.
Leroy Jethro Gibbs: Okay, put it up.
Alexandra Quinn: All right, his name is Joe Berk, 53, serving 15 years for running a Ponzi scheme.
Nicholas Torres: Seems like a medium-security case. Don't see any tie-in to your apartment.
Timothy McGee: See, no connection to Triff.
Alexandra Quinn: What was Louis' work detail? Uh, according to this, he worked the prison kitchen doing meal prep.
Eleanor Bishop: Must've done it well. Worked his way up to inmate supervisor and...
Alexandra Quinn: Uh-oh.
Timothy McGee: Uh-oh?
Eleanor Bishop: You see it, too?
Alexandra Quinn: You go first. You can tell him.
Timothy McGee: Wait, tell who? Tell me?
Leroy Jethro Gibbs: Tell him what?
Eleanor Bishop: Well, it seems Louis was so good at kitchen work that he was sent to other prisons to train inmates.
Alexandra Quinn: And last year he spent two months training inmates at Maryland Correctional.
Nicholas Torres: Wait, isn't that where the Electric Carving Guy is locked up?
Leroy Jethro Gibbs: Triff. What was his work detail?
Eleanor Bishop: Paul Triff. Inmate at Maryland Correctional. Kitchen detail. Food prep.
Leroy Jethro Gibbs: So he and Louis had contact.
Nicholas Torres: Maybe even... Buddies?
Alexandra Quinn: Either way, there's a connection. Sorry, McGee.
Nicholas Torres: Talk about one in a million.
Eleanor Bishop: Yeah, I don't really see how you can't tell Delilah now.
Timothy McGee: That's the least of it. If this is tied to that triple homicide, suddenly living there feels a lot more dangerous.
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Maryland Correctional: parlor
Alexandra Quinn: You nervous?
Timothy McGee: Why? We deal with killers all the time. Granted, this killer was living in my apartment. Cooked in my kitchen, used my bathrooms. Was in my closet. Did you know that when they found him, he was completely soaked in blood from head to toe. I mean, cops barely could tell that he was human. They said he looked more like Satan.
Alexandra Quinn: Well, if you do ever tell Delilah, you should probably leave that out.
Timothy McGee: Well, I appreciate you having my back on, you know, all my omissions.
Alexandra Quinn: Every family has secrets. No one's immune.
Guard: Opening three.
Paul Triff: Well, hello. I'm Paul.
Timothy McGee: We know... We're from NCIS. I'm Special Agent McGee, this is Special Agent Quinn.
Paul Triff: NCIS? Is that, uh, Navy, Marines?
Timothy McGee: Usually, yeah, but we're here to talk to you today about Louis Cole.
Paul Triff: Louis. Oh. Kitchen Louis. Hmm? Man could make chipped beef taste like prime rib. Hmm? What is he, still doing easy time over in Haynesville?
Alexandra Quinn: He's dead.
Paul Triff: Oh. Well, don't look at me... I'm sorry. Been here too long. That's terrible. So what happened?
Timothy McGee: He broke into your old apartment yesterday. He was looking for something specific. And I... The current occupant shot him.
Paul Triff: Wait, wait, no, I'm sorry. You? The current occupant?
Timothy McGee: That's right, me.
Paul Triff: Oh, well... Well, how 'bout that? Huh? My old apartment. Hey, are my bookshelves still there? I put those in myself. You know, I'm quite handy.
Alexandra Quinn: Handy? That's a great word for it.
Paul Triff: Yeah. Crown moldings, all the little details, that's all me. Yeah. It's a great neighborhood, too. I would still be living there if not for that crazy night.
Timothy McGee: That crazy night you carved up all your friends in my living room?
Paul Triff: Beaver.
Timothy McGee: Excuse me?
Paul Triff: You'd look great in beaver. You know, I had a beaver bomber jacket on my old showroom floor. Huh? You'd love it. And you. Oh, my... Wow... A beauty like you, you deserve chinchilla. Well, m-maybe fox.
Alexandra Quinn: No thanks. Fur is murder.
Paul Triff: Oh, you bet it is.
Alexandra Quinn: Okay. What tip did you give Louis? What could he have been looking for?
Paul Triff: Tip? How would I know? Listen, we talked about cooking, sports. I mean, I certainly never let him know where I lived.
Timothy McGee: Well, he tore up the walls and floors for some reason.
Paul Triff: No, not my hardwoods. I put those in, too.
Alexandra Quinn: What did you put under them?
Paul Triff: Nothing. Oh. Mm... Mm... Nothing.
Alexandra Quinn: Okay, so you're saying that Louis came and burglarized your old apartment and you have no idea...?
Paul Triff: It really is an amazing coincidence, I will give you that.
Alexandra Quinn: Rule 39.
Paul Triff: Does that nice lady still live above us? The one with the yappy dog? Oh, that dog would make one good mitten, baby. Ah. It's almost like we're roommates, isn't it?
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NCIS: Squad room
Abigael Scuito: Metal, plastic... Metal, wood, metal... You got a lot of metal.
Nicholas Torres: Paper clips mostly. Pretty cool, Abb.
Leroy Jethro Gibbs: What's cool?
Abigael Scuito: This supercool x-ray scanner. You wanted me to find a way to search McGee's apartment without tearing it up, and I found it.
Leroy Jethro Gibbs: Well, find some more, we can all pitch in.
Eleanor Bishop: Thank you... Well, maybe not all of us. I got through to Louis Cole's parole officer; he says he's staying at a halfway house for ex-cons in Fairfax.
Nicholas Torres: Well, that's a perfect place to find friends.
Abigael Scuito: Who maybe know what Louis was after.
Leroy Jethro Gibbs:Okay, Bishop, you're with me. You two go to McGee's place. Tell Quinn and McGee to meet you there.
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Halfway house for ex-cons
Eleanor Bishop: Hey, excuse me. Miss?
Margo Lenkovic: Hang on... Hands full... These guys go through a lot of soda. What can I do for you?
Eleanor Bishop: NCIS Special Agents Bishop and Gibbs.
Leroy Jethro Gibbs: A parolee, Louis Cole. He staying here?
Margo Lenkovic: Uh, yeah, room 214. Though I haven't seen him around today. He's not in any trouble, is he?
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Halfway house for ex-cons: room 214
Margo Lenkovic: Louis wasn't here very long. I just can't believe he's gone. What happened exactly?
Leroy Jethro Gibbs: Did you know Louis well?
Margo Lenkovic: Hardly at all, but compared to some that we get here, he seemed like a pretty nice guy. You know, he'd say good morning, stuff like that.
Eleanor Bishop: Hey, any idea who this is?
Margo Lenkovic: Um, I couldn't tell you. He might've had a daughter somewhere. We have 32 residents. Most of them have a long-lost somebody.
Leroy Jethro Gibbs: Did anyone here know Louis well? He have any friends?
Margo Lenkovic: Not good ones, but y-you can ask around. These guys mostly keep to themselves. I try to make it a point not to get too involved, either.
Eleanor Bishop: So you're not a counselor?
Margo Lenkovic: Me? No. I-I just manage the office. Though, believe me, every parolee that walks through here wants more out of me, if you know what I mean... But I am done saving souls.
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McGee's apartement: bedroom
Alexandra Quinn: Hey. You guys still at it?
Nicholas Torres: Yeah, almost done. How did it go with the psycho furrier?
Alexandra Quinn: Oh, he's definitely psycho. He's also a really bad liar.
Nicholas Torres: Did he lie or did he omit?
Timothy McGee: Oh, he did it all and we didn't buy a word. There is no way he didn't tell Louis that something valuable was hidden here.
Abigael Scuito: Well, we have scanned almost every inch of this place and it's nothing but pipes and wires.
Nicholas Torres: Yeah, the only place we haven't checked is, uh, underneath your bed.
Timothy McGee: My bed?
Alexandra Quinn: Oh, uh, we can step out if there's something under there that you want to keep private.
Nicholas Torres: Like a secret, maybe?
Timothy McGee: So I have to lift my bed to prove that I have nothing to hide?
Abigael Scuito: Yes.
Nicholas Torres: Yes.
Alexandra Quinn: Yeah.
Timothy McGee: Okay, let's do it.
Nicholas Torres: No secrets, huh? Comic books?
Alexandra Quinn: Aw, there's nothing to be ashamed of with comic books.
Timothy McGee: And those are Delilah's.
Abigael Scuito: You guys are the perfect couple.
Alexandra Quinn: Wh-What's in the box?
Timothy McGee: Oh, uh...
Abigael Scuito: Is that your dad's ashes?
Timothy McGee: Yeah, how'd you know?
Abigael Scuito: 'Cause I went with you to pick them up.
Timothy McGee: Yeah, he wanted 'em scattered at Monterey, we just... We haven't quite gotten around to getting out there yet, you know?
Nicholas Torres: So you store him under your bed?
Timothy McGee: Well, it's as safe a place as any.
Alexandra Quinn: Delilah's okay with, uh, sleeping and doing other things above your father's ashes?
Nicholas Torres: You're assuming she knows.
Timothy McGee: She knows. And she's fine with it, okay? Besides, it's-it's not my actual father, it's his ashes. And they're not directly under us.
Abigael Scuito: Well, something definitely is... And it's not pipes and wires. And it's big.
Nicholas Torres: It's a treasure. I knew it. It's a treasure chest!
Abigael Scuito: Only one way to find out.
Timothy McGee: Whoa, whoa, whoa. Uh, let me do that, let me do that. Come on.
Abigael Scuito: Okay. No, McGee, let me do it.
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Abigael Scuito: Well, moment of truth.
Nicholas Torres: All right, let me record this.
Alexandra Quinn: Oh, just do it.
Nicholas Torres: Oh.
Abigael Scuito: Is that what I think it is?
Alexandra Quinn: Suddenly your dad's ashes doesn't seem so bad.
Abigael Scuito: McGee, are you okay? Say something, McGee.
Timothy McGee: I'm gonna let that go to voice mail.
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Donald Mallard: Now this is indeed one for the books.
James Palmer: Yeah. Ripley's Believe It or Not!
Donald Mallard: Seeing is believing. Apparently the body's proximity to these ventilation ducts beneath the floor provided the ideal conditions for mummification.
James Palmer: He's wearing a St. Christopher medal. The patron saint of traveling? How's that for irony?
Leroy Jethro Gibbs: Any guess on how long he's been under there?
Donald Mallard: Well, that's very hard, Jethro. But we'll know that and more when we get him back.
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McGee's apartement: living room
Timothy McGee: No, everything's good, Dee. Everything's good. Just, uh, been busy, you know, with work. Lot of work lately. Um, actually, you know, I've been so busy that if you want to take a few days to, you know, just go and explore, relax a little bit, absolutely, now would be a great time for that.
Alexandra Quinn: What are you doing?
Nicholas Torres: Delilah shouldn't know.
Alexandra Quinn: What?
Nicholas Torres: They've been sleeping on a grave.
Alexandra Quinn: Yeah, and not just sleeping, that part we got. But what happened to "You can't be lying, bro?"
Nicholas Torres: Well, this he can lie about.
Eleanor Bishop: Hypocrisy much?
Nicholas Torres: No, it's not hypocrisy. This is different.
Alexandra Quinn: That is so not different.
Nicholas Torres: Yes, it is different. He knew about a triple homicide before he moved in. This, he didn't know about.
Alexandra Quinn: And now that he knows, why shouldn't Delilah know?
Nicholas Torres: No... Nobody should know. I wish I didn't know. What about you, Mrs. Secrets and Lies?
Alexandra Quinn: Me? What about me? I have stayed the same through this whole thing. If it was me, I wouldn't want to know anything.
Nicholas Torres: You didn't tell her, right?
Timothy McGee: No.
Eleanor Bishop: You okay?
Timothy McGee: This is really happening, right? There's a dead body in-in my bedroom?
Alexandra Quinn: Afraid so.
Timothy McGee: Okay, thanks, just checking.
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NCIS: Autopsy room
Leroy Jethro Gibbs: Morning, Duck.
Donald Mallard: Is it morning already? How time flies when one has a bio-anthropological phenomenon on one's table. Yeah?
Leroy Jethro Gibbs: I thought it was just an old dead guy.
Donald Mallard: Well, he's not old, Jethro. I'd put him in his 40s. Dr. Palmer is pursuing identification from a rehydrated finger.
Leroy Jethro Gibbs: You got a cause of death?
Donald Mallard: It's either this blunt force injury to the parietal bone or a severed carotid artery. The killer, whom we all assume is this madman Triff, was, well, quite thorough.
Leroy Jethro Gibbs: No ballpark on how long ago he was killed?
Donald Mallard: Well, mummification makes that quite tricky. But, if I must, I'd ballpark it between ten and 15 years ago.
James Palmer: Nice ballparking, Doctor. It's 15 years, to be exact.
Leroy Jethro Gibbs: How do you know that?
James Palmer: 'Cause that's when he disappeared. ID just came back as Logan Pruitt, first reported missing in 2002.
Leroy Jethro Gibbs: Pruitt. That crooked lobbyist guy?
Donald Mallard: Yes, I seem to recall that name.
James Palmer: W-What is this here, Doctor? Something in his stomach.
Donald Mallard: Ah, something indeed... Desiccated skin is very resilient.
James Palmer: Is that a key?
Donald Mallard: Badly corroded. He must have swallowed it before he died.
James Palmer: Ow. Who would swallow a key?
Leroy Jethro Gibbs: Go. Get it to. Abby.
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NCIS: Squad room
Leon Vance: Logan Pruitt One of the most notorious fugitives since D.B. Cooper, and we found him?
Timothy McGee: Found him under my bed.
Leon Vance: I cannot imagine that experience, Agent McGee, but there's no telling where this discovery might lead.
Nicholas Torres: I'm sorry. I may have been out of the country for too long, but am I the only one who doesn't know who this Logan Pruitt is?
Leon Vance: I'll gonna leave the rest of you to fill him in. Gibbs? Keep me filled in, too. I've got a lunch meeting.
Eleanor Bishop: Pruitt was a high-powered lobbyist for South African exports and a major player on Capitol Hill.
Alexandra Quinn: That was until the Pretoria Heist.
Nicholas Torres: Oh, that I'd heard of.
Alexandra Quinn: Millions in African diamonds stolen from a cargo plane in Dulles.
Eleanor Bishop: Chartered the plane, which made him an instant suspect, but the FBI could never prove it.
Alexandra Quinn: When he disappeared two months later, everyone just assumed that he, he just left the country with all the loot. But now we know he was...
Timothy McGee: That he was under my bed.
Leroy Jethro Gibbs: You gonna be okay over there, McGee?
Timothy McGee: Yeah, working on it.
Leroy Jethro Gibbs: Yeah, work faster. I need you focused.
Timothy McGee: Okay. I am. I'm done.
Abigael Scuito: Gibbs, Gibbs, Gibbs. Okay, first of all, how crazy that Logan Pruitt was underneath McGee's bed?
Leroy Jethro Gibbs: Abby, you trace the key?
Abigael Scuito: I'm getting there. The, uh, serial number was burned off by the stomach acid. But this bigger number here is quite clear. Two-zero-three. Could be a safe or a locker.
Alexandra Quinn: Safety deposit box?
Abigael Scuito: Could be. I mean, it's the right size.
Eleanor Bishop: Are we suddenly on the trail of the Pretoria diamonds?
Nicholas Torres: You see? A buried treasure. I knew it.
Leroy Jethro Gibbs: Come on, McGee. Let's go find 'em.
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Dasher's
Jenna Flemming: Good news?
Leon Vance: Mm.
Jenna Flemming: That's amazing. If your agency solves the Pretoria Heist, you're a made man.
Leon Vance: Well, let's not get ahead of ourselves.
Jenna Flemming: I remember Pruitt trolling the halls of Congress my first year on the Hill. He definitely gave off a slippery vibe.
Peter Shaw: How are you, Jenna?
Jenna Flemming: Hello, Pete. Congressman Peter Shaw, uh, NCIS Director Leon Vance.
Leon Vance: Congressman, it's a pleasure.
Peter Shaw: Pete, please. Rock stars like you get to skip all the formalities. Jenna has nothing but high praise, Leon. Is it true you're considering joining our humble ranks?
Leon Vance: Considering might be a little strong. Um, pondering might be a little more accurate.
Peter Shaw: Parsing words like a born public servant. You might be a natural.
Jenna Flemming: Uh, hey, Pete, did you ever happen to cross paths with Logan Pruitt?
Peter Shaw: Yeesh. There's a blast from the past. And not a good one. Why do you ask?
Jenna Flemming: Uh, we were just marveling that no one ever caught him, did they?
Peter Shaw: Well, whatever tropical island he bought with his riches, let's hope it has an active volcano. Let's do lunch sometime, Leon. I'll see you around campus.
Leon Vance: Pete, it's a pleasure to meet you... Scared me there. Thought you were about to spill the beans.
Jenna Flemming: You know I'd never. But when the Pruitt news gets out, the media's gonna be all over it. And you.
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Maryland Correctional: parlor
Paul Triff: Bummer. I shaved and everything... Huh? Where's Chinchilla? She was delicious.
Leroy Jethro Gibbs: Found your buddy, Pruitt.
Paul Triff: Ooh. You must be the big gun, huh? Yeah. Silver fox, little bit too obvious. I'd put you in mid-length coyote.
Timothy McGee: You buried him under my floor.
Paul Triff: No, why would I do that?
Leroy Jethro Gibbs: You tell us.
Paul Triff: Well, I'm sorry. I'm going to at least need to know that you have some kind of a theory.
Timothy McGee: How's this? Pruitt knew about your bogus furrier business and needed a partner to intercept a shipment. You sent three goons to steal the diamonds, deliver them to Pruitt for safekeeping.
Paul Triff: Well, I wish I had popcorn. You guys are good.
Leroy Jethro Gibbs: Then you killed Pruitt, but the only reason we can think of is a liar like you had no intention of honoring their partnership to begin with.
Paul Triff: That's not true. Let me tell you something. I'm a lot of things, but I am no liar. The plan was to sit on the diamonds for a few years, until the heat died down, and it was Pruitt that didn't honor that. I mean, you know, he bought himself a condo... I mean, started picking up the tab for senators like he's Sinatra.
Leroy Jethro Gibbs: So you wanted to meet at your place and demanded a key to the safe deposit box.
Paul Triff: Son of a bitch swallowed it right in front of me. I mean, he actually used the words, "Over my dead body." How could I not oblige him?
Timothy McGee: So you couldn't have cut the key out of him like you cut up the other three?
Paul Triff: This was weeks before all of that. All right? I was just making it up as I went along. All I knew was that I had a key that I needed to hide for a few years. I had a body that I needed to dispose of, and my floors were almost finished. Hmm? What would you do?
Timothy McGee: Maybe not kill anyone to begin with?
Leroy Jethro Gibbs: What about the other three?
Paul Triff: By the time they came looking for the money, the floors were down... And they were beautiful, right?
Timothy McGee: So you broke out the electric carving knife instead.
Paul Triff: I mean, I tried to put down plastic, but blood, it just really gets around.
Leroy Jethro Gibbs: So all these years later, you decide to tell Louis about it?
Paul Triff: Well, I'm not going anywhere, he's a nice guy. Yeah. I figured I'd throw him a bone if he ever wanted to go look for it.
Timothy McGee: Couldn't have been more specific? Tell him exactly where the key is, maybe spare my floors?
Paul Triff: No, what fun would that be? Look, it's your key now. So, where do the diamonds go from here, huh? Auctioned off to the highest bidder? Oh. Oh, my! You don't know where they are, do you? Well, yeah, 'cause otherwise, why would you be here?
Leroy Jethro Gibbs: We'll find them.
Paul Triff: Or I could expedite that process. In exchange for, hmm, some considerations.
Leroy Jethro Gibbs: No. No, we do not make deals.
Paul Triff: Listen. I know I'm not leaving. But would a bigger cell be too much to ask for? A corner one with a view. Think about it, you get to crack the big diamond heist. Solve the mystery. I'll happily confess, hmm? I mean, what's another life term? Right?
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Maryland Correctional: hallway
Paul Triff: You could be heroes. For nothing more than a room with a view.
Timothy McGee: Boss, he's got a good point.
Leroy Jethro Gibbs: Keep walking, McGee.
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NCIS: Director's office
P.A.: Congresswoman Flemming to see you, Director.
Leon Vance: Send her in. Before the storm arrives, Gibbs, I just want to say I didn't know how exhausting politics could be.
Leroy Jethro Gibbs: You're not even running yet.
Leon Vance: Yet? Don't you start on me.
Leroy Jethro Gibbs: Why not? I'd vote for you.
Leon Vance: Why, Gibbs, that might be the nicest thing you've ever said to me.
Jenna Flemming: Oh, good. Gibbs, you're here.
Leroy Jethro Gibbs: Yes, I work here.
Jenna Flemming: And you're crazy... Both of you.
Leon Vance: Jenna.
Jenna Flemming: All due respect, I understand your policy against cutting deals, but honestly, who cares what the inside of Triff's cell looks like?
Leroy Jethro Gibbs: He killed four people.
Jenna Flemming: For which he's in prison. From which he can now help you solve the Pretoria diamond heist.
Leon Vance: And we may have to resort to that, but first I would rather give my agents a fair shot.
Leroy Jethro Gibbs: We're still combing through evidence. Abby's got it right now, in fact... That's her. Yeah, Abbs.
Abigael Scuito: Got something for you, Gibbs.
Leroy Jethro Gibbs: On my way.
Jenna Flemming: I don't mean to overstep. Again. I'm just excited for all of you.
Leroy Jethro Gibbs: Tell him. We're all on the same team.
Leon Vance: Jenna, what the hell was that? You have to remember, we're not politicians here. We don't dance with the devil. We put devils away or we put 'em down.
Jenna Flemming: You think I dance with the devil?
Leon Vance: What? You think you don't? You can let the Kai Chens of the world operate as long as it serves your greater good; we cannot.
Jenna Flemming: Our greater good helps a lot of people.
Leon Vance: Of course it does and so do you, but just not the way we do... It's nothing personal.
Jenna Flemming: It's nothing personal?
Leon Vance: It's not.
Jenna Flemming: Uh-huh. I'm between meetings. Armed Services Committee.
Leon Vance: Jenna...
Jenna Flemming: I got to go.
Leon Vance: Uh, believe me, I would put Triff in a four-star hotel if I thought it would make all our problems go away.
Jenna Flemming: But then he'd just ask for a five-star... I get it.
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NCIS: Abby's lab
Leroy Jethro Gibbs: Talk to me.
Eleanor Bishop: Well, nothing on the key yet, Gibbs, but Abby may havesomething better.
Abigael Scuito: It's from Louis Cole's T-shirt, or rather, something that was inside his T-shirt. A hair follicle that is clearly not his own.
Leroy Jethro Gibbs: Whose own is it?
Abigael Scuito: Well, DNA takes time.
Leroy Jethro Gibbs: Is that purple?
Abigael Scuito: It's purple hair dye, yeah.
Eleanor Bishop: Purple hair.
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NCIS: Interview room
Margo Lenkovic: I was afraid to say anything. I didn't want to get in trouble.
Eleanor Bishop: You're not in trouble, Margo.
Margo Lenkovic: Louis was sweet. He just wanted a fresh start, same as me. Away from prisons and halfway houses. Reunite with his daughter... Maybe open a little restaurant out west somewhere... Start a family of our own.
Eleanor Bishop: But... That would take money.
Margo Lenkovic: That's all we wanted. I didn't know Louis even had a gun. Is the guy who lived there okay?
Eleanor Bishop: Yeah. He's fine.
Margo Lenkovic: That key was gonna make everything better for us... If there even was a key.
Eleanor Bishop: There was. We have it.
Margo Lenkovic: You do? Uh... Mm, were the diamonds where Louis' friend said they'd be?
Eleanor Bishop: And where was that?
Margo Lenkovic: You mean you don't know?
Leroy Jethro Gibbs: Margo, look at me. There's no deal to be had here. You won't need one. You want to make it better? Just tell us.
Margo Lenkovic: Delaware. He said some tiny bank in Delaware... Um, Selbyville, maybe?
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Bank: safes
Alexandra Quinn: Thanks.
Nicholas Torres: Wait, let me record this.
Alexandra Quinn: Well, just remember, Al Capone's vault had a whole lot of nothing inside... Okay.
Nicholas Torres: That is not nothing.
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Maryland Correctional: parlor
Paul Triff: Hmm. So, no window, hmm?
Timothy McGee: I'm afraid not.
Paul Triff: Well, can I at least keep this?
Timothy McGee: Sure.
Paul Triff: And was there something else or did you just come here to gloat?
Timothy McGee: I want to know if there are any, uh, additional surprises I should be expecting. Any more occupants in the apartment?
Paul Triff: Well, if you expect them, they won't be surprises, now, will they? But... If you must know... What's it worth to you?
Timothy McGee: I should've known better... Enjoy your third life sentence.
Paul Triff: Hey... You're good.
Guard: Open door three.
Paul Triff: No more surprises... Maybe.
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NCIS: Director's office
Reporter: And a major break in two high-profile cases today as a spokesman for the Naval Criminal Investigative Service, known as NCIS, reports the recovery of...
Jenna Flemming: So, has Hollywood called yet for the movie rights?
Leon Vance: No, not yet. I'm not selling mine unless Denzel Washington plays me. How's that for raising my profile?
Jenna Flemming: Forget your profile. I'm done pushing you.
Leon Vance: Hey, Jenna. What you do so well, I'm just not sure that I would be very good at it.
Jenna Flemming: Yeah. Too honest.
Leon Vance: No, no, I never, I never said that.
Jenna Flemming: You said I danced with the devil.
Leon Vance: That had nothing to do with honesty.
Jenna Flemming: And that it's nothing personal?
Leon Vance: It wasn't.
Jenna Flemming: But it is to me. It is personal. It's who I am. It's what I do and I love it. I make no apologies.
Leon Vance: Nor should you.
Jenna Flemming: I think the world of you, Lee... But...
Leon Vance: But what?
Jenna Flemming: I don't know.
Leon Vance: Well, for a couple of professional problem solvers, we're not... Very good at this.
Jenna Flemming: It's time... For me to take a step back.
Leon Vance: Okay.
Jenna Flemming: I'm sorry.
Leon Vance: Yeah, me, too.
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NCIS: Squad room
Nicholas Torres: I don't know, I still think, uh, McGee shouldn't tell her.
Alexandra Quinn: Well, this is gonna make that a lot harder.
Eleanor Bishop: I have to say, Nick, for someone who's lied for a living, you sure have a lot of opinions about lying.
Nicholas Torres: Lying undercover is nothing like real life. Okay? For one thing, actual lives are at stake.
Alexandra Quinn: Well, sometimes in real life, too.
Nicholas Torres: Oh, like, uh... Like with your family, Alex? Like all that necessary evil stuff? Hmm? What are you not telling us?
Alexandra Quinn: Just keep it moving, sister, nothing to see here.
Eleanor Bishop: What is it Mark Twain said? "If you always tell the truth, you never have to remember anything?"
Timothy McGee: Mark Twain never found a body under his bed.
Eleanor Bishop: Hey, how'd it go with Triff?
Timothy McGee: Uh... It, uh, it went well. I got what I needed, sort of.
Nicholas Torres: Well, we were just saying how you made the right call by not telling Delilah.
Alexandra Quinn: No, we weren't.
Timothy McGee: I told her.
Alexandra Quinn: What? When?
Timothy McGee: Just now, on the way back. Kind of had to with the news and everything.
Alexandra Quinn: Whoa, you told, you told her everything? The body and the triple homicides?
Timothy McGee: Everything... Except the part about me knowing about the triple homicide beforehand. I'm not crazy. I'm counting on each one of you to keep that secret for me.
Nicholas Torres: It dies with me, homie.
Alexandra Quinn: Me, too.
Eleanor Bishop: Whatever.
Nicholas Torres: Hey, so, uh... How'd she take it?
Timothy McGee: Surprisingly well. Well, there's gonna be, I think, a lot of disinfecting and sage-ing in the next couple months.
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McGee's apartement: living room
Timothy McGee: Hello? Who's there? Someone there?
Leroy Jethro Gibbs: McGee.
Timothy McGee: Hey, boss.
Leroy Jethro Gibbs: You gonna help me fix your floors or what?
