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What took you so long?
I was in bed.
I was gonna sleep in.
It's Sunday morning.
When'd you get into town?
Yesterday.
Hmm.
"Yesterday.
"
So, why didn't you call,
tell me you were coming?
What about a hug?
You look good.
Let's get a taxi.
What? Where are we going?
Brunch.
Great French bistro
over in Georgetown.
Well, I could've met you there.
Why did? We could
What are you up to?
I've got some great news.
Oh.
Tell me.
Patience, Junior.
Wait till we get
to the restaurant.
I don't think so.
Dad, tell me.
Sorry.
No problem.
Commander!
Huh?
You have a second?
Not really.
I'm running late.
NCIS.
Got to ask you a question.
Coming, Junior?
Hold on.
Dad, I've got to
Hey!
Dad, stay there!
Hey!
Back off, pal!
Whoa.
Easy.
What the hell's going on?
No!
All right.
Done.
Thanks, Tim.
When I've bagged
that other hand,
we'll prepare him
for transportation.
If Mr.
Palmer ever gets here.
Did you find any I.
D.
?
His pockets were curiously empty
except for these.
Keys.
Sorry it took so long,
Dr.
Mallard.
I had to let Breena know
I wouldn't be able
to join her parents for lunch.
We're all suffering
from Sunday Interruptus,
Mr.
Palmer.
It just struck me as strange.
The stripes on his sleeve were
those of a lieutenant commander,
but the ones
embroidered on his visor
were full commander.
Who notices something like that?
Mr.
DiNozzo.
Please, just
give us a minute.
Sorry.
It was weird.
He just didn't fit the profile
of a Navy officer, you know?
He came out of the hotel.
He didn't put his cover on.
His shoes--
I mean, they were scuffed,
not polished.
You know what?
I think you're right, Tony.
I ran the victim's print.
He's not in
any military database.
Hang on.
Let's first find out
who he is
and what he was doing
impersonating a Navy officer,
all right?
Hotel's cameras
aren't gonna be any help.
Could just be a coincidence,
but the whole system
- crashed about an hour ago.
- Rule number 39.
No such thing
as a coincidence, Bishop.
Ah, Bishop.
Go corral Tony's
father, will you?
He is the only eyewitness
and needs to be isolated.
Every time he comes to
I got there just in time
to see my son shoot the guy.
Excuse me.
Mr.
DiNozzo?
You need to come with me.
Where are we going?
Well, you shouldn't
be talking to anyone
You the new agent that, uh,
Junior told me about?
Yes, Ellie Bishop.
Are you okay?
A bit shaken.
It's not every day
you see
someone shot by your own son.
That must have been terrifying.
Junior's description
didn't do you justice.
Oh.
Thank you.
All right, Mr.
DiNozzo
Oh, God.
Coyle's going to head up
the IG investigation?
Sure looks like it.
Any witnesses?
Just one.
My father.
Messy.
I knew Junior carried a gun,
but I never realized
that his job was so dangerous.
He could've been killed.
But he wasn't.
The other man died.
I need you to concentrate.
Think back.
Who drew their gun first?
I honestly don't know.
When I got there,
the gun was pointed at me.
Did the victim say anything?
No, I-I don't think so.
And your son
just shot him?
Yeah.
But
But what?
Oh
Oh, Junior had
the gun pointed at him.
I thought you said the
gun was pointed at you.
You're trying
to confuse me, huh?
No, I'm not, Mr.
DiNozzo.
I'm trying to find the truth.
I talked to the hotel's
I.
T.
guy.
Someone accessed their server
from outside the building
and crashed
all their security cameras.
They're still not up.
We should go back
to the hotel and show
the bogus commander's
photo around.
I'm sure somebody
must have seen him.
DiNozzo, you are benched
until you're cleared by the IG.
The IG.
Speak of the devil.
You're up, DiNozzo.
You look tired.
Ah, it's been
a difficult morning.
Ichabod Crane says
I can't leave town.
I hope he doesn't mind
if I go back to the hotel.
- Bishop?
- Hmm?
Come on, Mr.
DiNozzo.
I'll drive you.
Oh, that'd be nice.
Oh, wait, wait, wait,
wait, wait, wait, wait.
Hey!
Abigail.
Look at this outfit.
Well, it was Sunday.
I was at church.
How are you?
How about a hug?
It's my specialty.
Oh, I'm feeling
better already.
Abbs?
You here for a reason?
We'll catch up later.
Okay.
Yes.
Where's Tony?
I can't wait to tell him
what I found.
What?
Well, I ran the dead guy's prints
through AFIS and I got a hit.
And Tony's head is going to explode.
Why?
Well, he's a private
investigator.
Oh.
Tony's gonna be doing
bad Bogart impressions
for a week.
Do not tell Tony.
Oh, no.
He'll know.
As soon as he hears the name.
It's not just anybody.
It's Nick Bodeen.
He was the infamous
private investigator
of all the rich and powerful.
What was he doing
in a Navy uniform?
How much longer
is this gonna take?
As long as I think necessary.
What is your problem?
What more do you want?
You were off-duty.
And fired at a man who
didn't fire at you.
This isn't going
to just go away.
It was justified.
Because the guy was an impostor.
And you knew that because
the stripes on his sleeve
didn't match the scrambled
eggs on his hat?
Yeah.
I'm a trained
investigator.
I observe things.
And based on that,
you drew your weapon
No!
I drew my weapon
because he drew his first.
Well, then I have a problem.
The only witness
still alive, your own father,
wasn't sure that it
happened that way.
Great.
What did he say?
Okay, look.
Dad looks great.
'Cause he's got
the DiNozzo genes.
But his memory is not
what it used to be.
He's getting older.
Do I need to go over
the restrictions
of being on
administrative duty?
You're enjoying this a little
too much, aren't you, Eugene?
Just doing my job.
You make me feel guilty, Jake.
Ask your brother.
Maybe he wants to go.
I have no idea how late I'll be.
I'll I'll call you
when I know more.
Love you, too.
Standing your husband up?
Yeah.
We have tickets
to the Kennedy Center tonight.
Bought them
three months ago.
Yeah, I just had
to explain to Delilah
why I can't make her the dinner
I promised her tonight.
Okay.
Let me hear it.
Uh, Bodeen's a real loser.
Guy had a real rise and fall.
He was a Metro cop,
quickly became a detective,
then turned private
investigator.
He became first choice
among influential
lobbyists and lawyers.
But Bodeen's methods
were always suspect,
and caught up with him
when he was prosecuted
for wiretapping
in a corporate espionage case.
He escaped conviction
with a hung jury.
There's a rumor,
never proven, that he
bought one of the jurors.
After that scandal,
he became a pariah.
Lost the big accounts and pretty
much dropped out of sight.
Until this morning.
McGee, find me a judge
who will issue a warrant
to search Bodeen's
residence and office.
Boss, it's Sunday.
On it.
Hey, how'd it go with Coyle?
That guy's a total dork.
Anything on the dead guy?
We're working on it.
Where's my dad?
I took him back
to the Adams House.
Yeah, yeah.
Yeah, I'll be right down.
I've always been fascinated
by private detectives.
Yes, I would venture that's
because you've been influenced
by the great literary
British detectives.
Sherlock Holmes, Jane Marple.
They were all intelligent.
Cultured.
Articulate, refined.
Not shady and unethical.
Like this hustler.
This miscreant.
I like Ace Ventura.
Who?
The Pet Detective.
Anyone that helps
animals is at the top
of my detective list.
Hey.
I thought you
said that Bodeen
did not fire his weapon at Tony.
Yeah.
Well
there is a bullet missing
from his gun's magazine.
And we did a GSR test.
Yes, and based
on the amount
of residue on his right hand,
Bodeen fired his weapon
quite recently.
- When?
- Like
this morning.
What is he up to?
I've been calling
my father's cell.
He's not answering.
It goes straight to voice mail.
Huh.
Try the hotel.
Oh, I did.
They said
he's not registered there.
He never was.
Why would he tell me he was
staying at the Adams House?
I just dropped him off there.
I mean,
there's got to be
a simple explanation.
You don't know him.
He seems very sweet.
And concerned about you.
Don't be seduced by his charm.
He's self-centered.
He's a one-man
wrecking crew.
He leaves disaster in his wake.
Come on.
You're exaggerating.
McGee?
He can be difficult.
Hmm.
McGee.
Go back
to the Adams House.
The victim's weapon
was fired this morning.
He was exiting the hotel
just before he was shot.
You go back there,
and you conduct
a room-to-room search.
Am I allowed to take backup?
DiNozzo,
you're not going anywhere.
Did you get that list
from housekeeping?
Yeah.
There are 11 rooms
with "do not disturb" signs
that the staff hasn't entered today.
Two on this floor.
What if we check them all out
and don't find anything?
Well, then we have to search
all 424 rooms at this hotel.
Mmm!
We'll be here all night.
I'm gonna have one
very unhappy husband.
- Well
- Wow! You went all out.
I'm here to please.
That's Tony's father.
Who's he with?
After you.
Thanks.
Let's get you comfortable.
I'll
No, no, no, no.
This is so wonderful!
Do we tell Tony?
No.
Experience has
told me it is best
not to get involved in
DiNozzo family affairs.
Come on.
Preliminary
autopsy report.
Let me guess.
He was shot.
Put it on Gibbs' desk.
Red jack on a black queen.
Oh, yeah.
Thank you.
Hey, who'd be calling
on a Sunday night?
I'm gonna get it.
Special Agent McGee's desk.
Yes.
Oh, yeah.
Hold on.
I will make sure that he knows.
Thank you.
Uh-huh.
Thanks.
What was that about?
That was the court clerk.
The judge just signed
the search warrant
for Nick Bodeen's residence
and offices.
What are you talking about,
Nick Bodeen?
Tony, don't you know
who you shot?
That was Nick Bodeen,
the private eye.
Federal agents.
I think we really disturbed
that last couple.
Yeah.
Looked like they hadn't
been out of the room in days.
Mmm.
Wouldn't want to be
the housekeeper
who has to clean up that mess.
Hello?
McGee
Wouldn't want to have
to clean up that mess, either.
Time of death, between 9:30
and 10:00 this morning.
That's consistent with
Bodeen's confrontation
with Tony out front.
We know that was at 9:50.
Two separate shootings
on a Sunday.
I think that's a record for us.
Contents of the wallet
say he's Michael Elliot,
but he checked into the
hotel under an alias.
I'll bag the pillow,
but do I have to collect
all the feathers?
Yeah.
Oh.
She's a probie.
Besides, Tony did
a whole lot worse to me.
Michael Walden Elliot
was bo in Montpelier, Vermont.
He graduated magna *** laude
from Brown University
four years ago,
then got his master's
at the McCourt School
of Public Policy at Georgetown.
He's worked on the staff of
U.
S.
Senator Denise O'Hara
ever since.
I like her.
She's smart, well-respected,
a ranking member of the Senate
Appropriations Committee.
But I guess
you already know that.
Though not the part
about how I like her.
Michael Elliot was single
and lived alone
in Dupont Circle.
The hotel front desk
only issued one card key,
and there was no forced entry.
Therefore, he must have
let Bodeen in.
Charades.
Why the Navy uniform?
Any connection
between these two?
I've got the warrant.
I'm going to Bodeen's office.
Maybe I can find
something there.
I'll do a matrix
of their cell phone,
e-mails, credit cards;
see if their paths crossed anywhere.
Where is DiNozzo?
He was trying to hook up
with his father.
Gibbs said you have
something for me.
Yes, I do.
I told him that I wanted
to show you myself.
To prove to you that Agent
DiNozzo's instinct was correct.
What is with you people?
I'm not the enemy.
I'm conducting a mandatory,
agent-involved-shooting
investigation.
Well, I don't like it
when people mess with my team.
Follow me.
The bullet on the right
is the one that killed
Michael Elliot in his hotel room.
The bullet on the left,
I test-fired
into my ballistics tank.
It's from Bodeen's gun,
the same gun he pointed at Tony.
And they match.
Agent DiNozzo did not have
that knowledge.
All he was going on was
a mismatched Navy uniform.
You just don't get it.
Bodeen is the bad guy,
not Tony.
Leave my lab.
We're done here.
Hey, McGee.
Put the piece away,
would you?
Tony, what the hell
are you doing here?
Who even told you about Bodeen?
Chillax.
Shut the door.
You know, if Gibbs finds out
about this, you're screwed.
Well, he'll only find out
if you tell him.
How'd you even get in here?
Picked the lock.
It's no problem, right?
We got a warrant.
Come on, kid.
We're talking about Nick Bodeen.
A regular Sam Spade.
This guy,
great private ***.
Rubbed elbows with
the rich and powerful
from all around
the world.
Sort of a classic
Warner Brothers
set deck, you know,
noir atmosphere.
Yeah, except
it's all phony.
It's fake,
just like him.
Would you take
that hat off?
When Bodeen was on his game,
it was a great life.
Until it all came
crashing down around him.
I wonder how he paid
his rent.
He didn't.
Unpaid bills.
He was three months late.
Huh.
Well, if you're
gonna here,
might as well
take some pictures.
Oh, his keys.
Excellent.
I was looking for these.
This is the only door
I couldn't open.
Pin and tumbler lock.
Heavy duty
Pick and bump-proof.
What?
Whoa, check this out.
Wow.
Look at all this
surveillance,
eavesdropping equipment.
I feel like Gene Hackman
in The Conversation.
This thing has six
quad-core processors in it.
Yeah.
What does that mean?
If you want to hack
into a hotel's security system,
this would be
what you want.
Oh.
I spoke with Senator
O'Hara's chief of staff.
He said their office
is in total shock,
but he cleared time for you
to meet with her this afternoon.
So who's the officer
we're meeting with?
Commander Lionel Saxon.
He works at the Pentagon.
Called in,
said he has information
regarding Michael Elliot.
I brought him up here.
That's all right, isn't it?
Commander,
Special Agent Gibbs.
You asked to see me?
Yes, I did.
Please, have a seat.
Thank you.
When I heard about
Michael Elliot's
***, I thought
I should contact you.
How do you know him?
I don't.
I got a call from him
Friday at my office.
He, um, sounded nervous.
Didn't want to talk
on the phone
or come to the Pentagon.
Wouldn't meet in public.
Suggested a room
at the Adams House.
Any idea what he wanted
to talk about?
None.
I thought about it.
The only connection
I can think of
is that I helped prepare
a report for a committee
that his boss,
Senator O'Hara, chairs.
But I never dealt
with or met Elliot.
What was the subject
of the report?
I assessed the strategic
military value
of several U.
S.
Navy
ports of call in Asia.
Did you go to the hotel
to meet him, Commander?
Yeah, but there was a commotion
in front when I arrived.
I had trouble getting in.
I didn't learn until later
that it was your investigation.
What time was that?
I was supposed
to meet him at 10:00,
but I was a few minutes late.
Uh, when I got to the room,
I knocked, but no one answered.
There was a "do not disturb"
sign on the door.
I waited anyway.
About 15 minutes,
then left.
I really don't know any more,
but I thought I should tell you.
Appreciate it.
If you think of anything else,
Commander, give us a call, huh?
Can I ask you something, Agent Gibbs?
Sure.
The man killed
in front of the hotel,
he was a naval officer?
He was impersonating one.
Are the two deaths connected?
Kind of looking that way.
You think he was
impersonating me?
Any luck?
No.
I've tried
every combination:
you know, his birthday,
Social Security number,
address, phone number.
Nothing's working.
Well, we'll
I'll get it back to Abby.
She'll be able
to get it open.
Gibbs say he was gonna
join you here?
Mr.
Bodeen?
I'll handle this.
Wait-- no.
Tony, no.
Shh.
Wow.
Come on.
Can I help you?
I, uh
I talked to you on
the phone last week.
Ah, yes.
Of course.
Uh, your voice is
Remind me, Miss
Oh, Allen.
Liz Allen.
Oh, yeah, right.
And we were
talking about
I think my husband's having
an affair.
Unbelievable.
Guy would have to be nuts
to cheat on a dame like you.
Hold up.
That's, um,
one of my operatives.
Excuse me.
Okay.
Who are you?
Federal officer, NCIS.
I'd like to ask you
a few questions.
Dad, where have you been?
I'll explain, uh
Meet me in the hotel bar.
Afternoon.
NCIS.
Special Agents Gibbs and Bishop.
Uh, yes, the senator
is expecting you.
Let me tell her
you've arrived.
The NCIS agents are here.
Yes, ma'am.
She'll be right with you.
Why don't you have a seat?
You all right, Jennifer?
Not really.
It's been a tough morning.
Um, Michael Elliot
was a very special person.
You close to him?
We started working here
at about the same time.
Agents,
Will Pritchard,
Chief of Staff.
Come on in.
The senator is due
at a subcommittee meeting,
but insisted
on making time for you.
Why would someone
shoot Michael?
It doesn't make any sense.
You notice any changes
in him lately?
Anything bothering him?
To be truthful,
I didn't deal directly
with him that much,
but Will did.
Good kid,
followed through on everything.
Great with detail.
Excuse me.
We'll be leaving in a minute.
Thank you.
Don't worry.
Did he work on any sensitive
or classified issues?
No, uh, mostly he just worked
with constituents from the state
who had requests
or problems.
We'll need access to his
office computer and files.
Absolutely.
Will?
Would you please
call Jennifer?
May I ask,
do you have any suspects?
We do.
Do you know if Michael Elliot
had any connection to a man
named Nick Bodeen?
The private investigator?
Oh, come on.
You're not serious.
I mean, no, there's no way
that an intelligent young man
like Michael Elliot
would have anything to do
with such a
disreputable character.
I'm sorry, uh,
you'll have to excuse us.
The senator is late
for a committee meeting.
Keep me posted, Agent Gibbs.
And if you have
any more questions,
don't hesitate to call.
Oh, Jennifer,
would you please
help these agents?
Make sure that they have
everything they need.
Yes, ma'am.
Junior.
So, where have you been?
Why didn't you
answer your phone?
I've been busy.
Busy?
Where are you staying?
Here, at the hotel.
You're not registered here.
I'm staying with a friend.
Who?
In due time, Junior,
in due time.
You need a drink.
No, I don't.
What the hell
is going on with you?
I'm worried about you.
You're worried about me?
I'm worried about you.
You're the one
that shot a man yesterday.
You could've been killed,
Junior.
Well, I'm fine.
Look, Dad,
that is part of my job.
Well, maybe it's time
you thought about
getting another career.
Don't change the subject.
Now, what are you
doing in Washington?
Come clean with me.
What's this great news
that you were gonna
tell me about
before we were interrupted?
You call shooting a man
an "interruption"?
Dad.
I found my soul mate.
I'm getting married.
This is interesting.
What?
What
Oh, are you talking to me?
You said something.
I did?
Out loud?
What do you got?
Uh
Senator O'Hara's staff
has been focused
on a budget cut bill
that would close several
U.
S.
ports of call in Asia.
Now, Commander Saxon
told us he was asked
to prepare a report assessing
the military value
of several Asian ports of call
visited by U.
S.
Navy ships.
Well, makes sense.
You wouldn't want to close one
of strategic importance.
Think that's what
Michael Elliot wanted
to talk to the commander about?
It could be.
The bill is
to be voted on this week.
Commander Saxon said
Elliot sounded desperate.
You find your father?
Oh, yeah.
Where was he?
He's staying
at the Adams House Hotel.
He's in a room registered
to his fiancée.
He's getting married?
Yeah, well
it's not like we haven't
been through that
a few times before.
Did you meet
your future stepmom?
No.
Do you know anything about her?
No.
Oh.
No.
Drives me crazy.
He's just
Who's like that?
Wants me to meet her first.
I don't know.
What's that face?
What do you know, Bishop?
Uh
No, uh, why-why would
I know anything?
Yeah, Abbs, I'll
be right down.
McGee?
Tim?
Timothy McGee!
Don't be stupid, probie.
I can make your life miserable.
Just ask McGee.
We saw your father
at the hotel with a woman.
And?
And she's very beautiful.
And?
Very young.
And, uh
she's very pregnant.
I'm almost in.
You getting anywhere?
No.
All of Bodeen's
clients' names and records
are encrypted.
There's also a ton
of audio files,
but they're unreadable.
Well, take a break.
Come here.
I could use your help.
Put these on.
All right.
Now, when you
hear a click,
pull up on the handle.
All right.
.
357 Magnum.
It's loaded.
and the serial number's
been filed off.
It's a cheap
prepaid burn phone.
Eureka.
"Royal Bank of Macao.
"
Holy Macao, McGee.
That's curious.
How much is there?
Just under $48,000.
Probably was 50.
There were some bills missing
from one of the packs.
Why Macao?
Maybe Bodeen is a gambler.
That's what the
place is known for.
It surpassed Vegas
as the gambling capital
of the world years ago.
Hey, you gonna get that?
No.
Well, then turn it off.
It's my father.
He's trying to set up
a dinner for tonight
so that I can meet
my future stepmother.
Get a hold of
State Department.
See if he's ever been to Macao.
Okay.
Bodeen's been to Macao.
Who told you about Bodeen?
Uh, Eugene.
Loose lips on that guy.
How do you know
Bodeen's been to Macao?
Hmm?
Oh, how would I know that?
Uh, McGee?
What?
Remember you took pictures
in his office?
Yeah.
And then you put them
on the plasma.
And then I-I was like,
"Hey, look at that".
Remember?
'Cause I was like
Put those pictures
back up there again.
'Cause I said to him,
I was like, "Those
Look at, uh, the detail".
Oh, yeah, that one right there.
Make that one bigger.
Make it bigger.
"Nick, thanks for
a great job.
Calvin Ling,
Macao, 2011.
"
Find out who Calvin Ling is.
DiNozzo, good job.
Thank you, boss.
Gibbs?
I'm in the basement.
I brought you
a bottle of Scotch.
Thanks for seeing me, Gibbs.
What's on your mind?
Uh, Junior and I
have hit a
another rough patch.
You think?
You've been more
of a father to him than I
have in the last 12 years.
He respects you,
values your advice.
Cheers.
It thought that we
were finally at a point
of connecting.
I
I'm in the best place
I've been in for 30 years.
And I want him to be
a part of it, and now,
I can't even get him
on the phone.
So what would you like me
to do about that?
I'd appreciate it very much
if you'd talk to him.
He'll listen to you.
Yeah, well, what do you
want me to say?
That you're
marrying a girl
young enough
to be your granddaughter?
And you got her pregnant?
How do you expect him
to react to that?
What are you talking about?
You were spotted, chief,
at the hotel
with your pregnant fiancée.
Oh, my no, no, no, no, no.
That-that was Taylor,
my fiancée's daughter.
We wanted to announce
our engagement
to our kids at the same time.
That's why we're in Washington.
Well, you better
straighten it out.
Call him.
Straight to voice mail.
Oh, we're up.
Morning, boss.
What if I told you that we could
tie Bodeen to Senator O'Hara?
- You telling me?
- This is the burn phone
we found in Bodeen's safe.
In the last
several weeks,
he made 17 calls
to a cell phone
registered to O'Hara.
Hey! Tell me about him.
Uh, Calvin Ling, 46.
Was born in Hong Kong
but now resides in Macao.
A street hustler who made
his fortune gambling
before he was 25.
He invested well.
Has substantial holdings
throughout Asia,
including controlling
interest in a casino.
More pertinent to
our investigation,
Ling owns a service company
that sells fuel and supplies
to U.
S.
Navy vessels
in several Asian ports.
If Senator O'Hara's
committee
eliminates those
ports of call,
Ling stands to
lose a fortune.
Find out how strategic
the ports are
that Ling
services for us.
Bishop, get a hold
of Commander Saxon.
Could the money
in Bodeen's safe
have been to buy
influence with O'Hara?
She took a bribe,
Michael Elliot
found out about it,
but was killed by Bodeen
before he could
blow the whistle.
Yeah, well, we better be right
if we're gonna accuse
one of the most powerful women
on the Hill of bribery.
Mr.
Elliot, you missed
your massage this morning.
I'm sorry.
I've I've
got a lot on my mind right now.
That's why you need a massage.
Well, I'm sorry.
I am
going to have to charge you.
What am I listening to?
I finally decrypted
our private eye's
audio files.
Wow, what a sleazeball.
The guy was wiretapping,
like, half of Washington.
If he was still alive, we could
put him away for like 1,000 years.
He was recording
Michael Elliot's calls
for a couple weeks.
But this is the one
you need to hear.
I work for Senator
Denise O'Hara.
I need to talk to you,
Commander Saxon.
It's real important.
What did you say your name was?
- Michael Elliot.
- What's this about?
I-I don't want
to talk about it on the phone.
I'll be in my office
Monday morning.
No, no, I'm not going
to the Pentagon.
It needs to be
somewhere private.
Elliot sounded totally paranoid.
He had every
right to be.
He's dead.
All right, where do you live?
I'll come to you.
I moved out of my apartment.
I'm staying at the Adams House.
Room 502.
I can't do it tomorrow,
but I can meet you
Sunday morning.
10:00?
Okay.
What do you look like?
I'll be the guy in
the Navy commander's uniform.
That's the reason Bodeen
was wearing the uniform.
Got there 15 minutes early
to silence him.
On the left
is a page from
Commander Saxon's report
strategically ranking
the Navy ports of call in Asia.
These three ports
by Calvin Ling's
company.
On the right is the report
as it appears in the Senate bill
to be voted on this afternoon.
Someone altered the report.
Moved Ling's ports
up on the list.
The governor called.
I've been issued a reprieve.
Here's my preliminary report.
Evidence indicates Agent DiNozzo
acted within agency guidelines.
Thank you, Eugene.
He can be put
back in the field
once he passes
a psych evaluation.
Not exactly a given.
You talk to your
father last night?
No, I turned off my phone.
He showed up at my apartment.
I pretended not to be there.
Bring me up to speed?
You still can't
work this case.
Go talk to your dad.
Now.
McGee time to go see
Senator O'Hara.
Where you been?
Why haven't you
answered your phone?
That's my line.
Sit down.
Dad, why don't
you just tell me
what you have
to tell me.
Let's get it
over with.
We can both move
on with our lives.
I've refrained from telling you
who I'm going to marry
because I was afraid
of how you'd react.
Maybe, uh,
because you've known her
all your life.
Gosh, I don't know
how that could be.
From what I understand,
she's younger than me.
You were misinformed.
I'm, um.
marrying Linda Turner.
Linda.
She's my godmother.
Yeah.
Your mother's best friend.
Sorority sister,
maid of honor
at our wedding
So how did this happen?
Hamilton died last year,
and, uh
I reached out to console Linda,
and, uh
we rekindled our friendship.
"Rekindled your friendship"?
What's that
supposed to mean?
Did you have an
affair with Linda
when Mom was
still alive?
That's exactly
what I was afraid you'd think.
No.
No, I didn't, Tony.
The vote should
be over by 4:30.
We have a press conference
scheduled for 5:15,
so you'll have a chance
to make the evening news.
Senator O'Hara.
You have a minute?
Uh, no, not really, Agent Gibbs.
I'm rushing to a vote.
I know.
That's what this is about.
Is there someplace
I can talk to you privately?
Anything that you need to talk
to the senator about
includes me.
We have ballistic
and wiretap evidence
that proves conclusively
that Nick Bodeen
murdered
your staff member,
Michael Elliot.
We've also traced
several calls Bodeen made
to a cell phone
registered to your office.
No, no, no.
That-that can't be right.
Why would any member
of my staff
be dealing
with Bodeen?
Whose phone
did he call?
Just know it's registered
to your office.
Well, almost
everyone on our staff
carries a second phone,
provided by the office
for Senate business.
McGee, dial the number.
Jennifer?
A Pentagon report,
prepared by Commander Saxon,
was altered.
Did she have access to it?
All my mail
All my correspondence
goes through Jennifer.
Did you know Nick Bodeen?
I need to talk
to a lawyer.
I have asked to delay the vote
on the port-closure bill
due to the arrest
of one of my staff members
by NCIS and Capitol Police.
And, under the circumstances,
I am reviewing my membership
on this committee
as well as my future
in the Senate.
Got it.
Thanks.
That was Capitol Police.
They found 25,000
U.
S.
dollars in
Royal Bank of Macao straps
at Jennifer Morrison's
apartment.
Anything else?
Yeah.
Pictures of her
and Bodeen in Macao,
plus his fingerprints
and his DNA.
Ugh.
So when we met
Jennifer,
those tears weren't
for Michael Elliot.
They were for her
dead boyfriend.
Police requested
that we transfer
all the evidence we have
on Bodeen to them.
Yeah.
Do it.
Come on, probie.
Give me a hand.
Mm-hmm.
You meet with
your father's fiancée?
Linda.
No.
Look, if he was marrying
anyone else, I wouldn't care.
I just feel like
I'm betraying
my mother.
Linda was her best friend.
Well, maybe he feels
the same way, DiNozzo.
That's why he wants
your approval.
Oh, my God.
Wow.
Tony DiNozzo.
Hi!
Oh, my gosh, with
all this craziness,
I didn't think I was
gonna get to see you.
Taylor
Wow, last time I saw you,
you had a face full of braces
and you were playing
with, like,
a Cabbage Patch Kid.
Yep.
And now I am having
one of my own.
Yes.
So what do you think
about our parents?
I think
It's weird.
Exactly what I thought
until I saw them together.
It's real.
And sweet.
They're in love.
Yeah.
Does your mom
know what she's in for?
Oh, yeah.
- She does.
- Junior!
Thank God you're here.
I was afraid you
weren't gonna show.
She looks great,
doesn't she?
- Well
- Aw.
Thank you.
Where's my mother?
Still packing.
Mm-hmm, that's what I thought.
I know how to move her along.
I've had years of practice.
It's good to see you.
You'll have to teach
him that trick.
Wow.
You're a piece of work.
Listen, I want
to apologize
for acting like a jerk,
because Linda's
a wonderful woman
and you two deserve to be happy.
You're all right
with this, then, huh?
Of course I am.
And more importantly
I know Mom would approve.
That's what I needed to hear.
So here's what I'm thinking:
you jump on a later plane,
and we all go out
and have a little family dinner.
I love you, Tony.
I love you.