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Every body has a story to tell.
Now although this gentleman
died a natural death,
he gave his cadaver
to further your education,
so pay careful attention
to what he has to tell us.
Now, the brain.
Inside,
you will see
the delicate structures and pathways
that determine memories,
emotions, basic motor functions.
In sum,
who we are.
Mr.
Palmer would you
cradle the brain while I sever this?
Lieutenant Greer, the four
lobes of the cerebrum?
It's the frontal,
the parietal,
occipital
and temporal.
The adult human brain
weighs approximately three pounds.
Feels like a soggy grapefruit.
Yes.
Well, pass it around.
Now, don't let its small size fool you.
The cerebral cortex contains one
billion neurons and one
million billion connections,
or synapses.
If you were to count
one synapse per second,
you wouldn't finish counting
for 32 million years.
Doctor,
is this natural?
Certainly not.
What the hell is that?
This, my dear lieutenant
is ***.
NCIS Season 5 Episode 4
Identity Crisis (Version LOL V1.
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Corrections : Kom1dune and Magic Turtle.
Not bad.
And look at this one.
You're going to love this guy.
Yeah, he would not be safe with me.
I would eat him.
He's so adorable.
How can you say no to that face?
Please tell me you're looking
for a man for Ziva.
Not me.
McGoo, is there something
you want to tell me?
Looking at animal rescue sites.
McGee's thinking about getting a puppy.
Puppy's a lot of work.
You got to feed it, walk it, train it.
Yeah.
I'm not 12, all right?
I work hard.
I deserve someone who will
jump up all excited when I get home,
you know?
Lay on the couch, watch TV.
Maybe lick my face a little bit.
Might be easier getting a girlfriend.
Which might even be easier with a puppy.
Even for you.
I'm not ready to start taking
tips from you on this yet, probie.
Tony, I think it's time
you get back on that horse.
- Are you getting a pony?
- It's an adage.
I am not familiar with that breed.
Yeah, well, they are quite rare.
Sort of a cross between
a Pegasus and a unicorn.
- So, who's the favorite?
- The Pit Bull.
Yeah, that makes sense for you,
actually.
Not really for McGee.
He's more of a
Spaniel kind of guy.
Cocker, maybe?
How about an Australian Shepherd?
They're working dogs.
- Pick it up, DiNozzo.
- On it, boss.
A.
F.
I.
P.
Smooth things over.
Please hold.
What did we do to incur the wrath of
the Armed Forces Institute of Pathology?
Ducky kept one of their cadavers.
Ducky stole a cadaver?
I'm sure he had a good reason.
I hope so.
Sit.
Stay.
Roll over.
It's absolutely ridiculous, Jethro.
This man's body should
never have been donated to science.
Too late for a refund.
He was murdered, Jethro,
with an injection of mercury
into his brain.
A liquid bullet.
Mr.
Palmer is presently
endeavoring to reach
the M.
E.
who made
such a grievous oversight.
- Still no answer, Doctor.
- Then redial, Mr.
Palmer.
Yes.
Unidentified African-American male,
approximately 50 years old
blood-alcohol level zero point one-two.
Official cause of death: asphyxiation
from the deceased's own vomit.
However, here's the kicker.
They elected not to perform an autopsy.
But it would be pretty hard to find
a pinprick hole in the base of a skull.
And heavy metals
wouldn't show on a tox screen
unless you're looking for them,
specifically.
Mr.
Palmer, do not defend
the inefficiency of others.
I'm not sure you can just
take control of a body, Duck.
Well, someone has to.
I mean, based on preliminary findings,
County Police
determined that he was
a nameless drifter.
A John Doe.
Had too much to drink
and died in his sleep.
Some people live their
whole lives off the grid.
No, not our man.
I'd wager that he spent
several years in prison.
Yeah, it's elementary, my dear Jethro.
The proliferation of
scar tissue on his body.
Cigarette-sized burns.
Our John Doe led a violent life.
Yes, well, this long scar
on his left leg is surgical.
However, it healed poorly.
Suggests prison-caliber
medical treatment.
Especially post-operative.
And the tattooing.
Pen ink.
Jailhouse style.
Yes.
Perhaps we can get Abby
to shed some light on this pattern.
It's her area of expertise.
A John Doe.
I mean, it's ridiculous.
It can't be that difficult
to locate a prison record.
Somebody must actually
care that this man is dead
Well?
Did you locate the M.
E.
?
No.
I gave up.
There in lies the problem.
People are just not willing
to do the legwork.
He had a *** victim
right in front of him,
classroom full of military students.
I think he might be a bit embarrassed.
Excellent detective work.
I hope your opinion of me doesn't
waver after I've given this fellow
- a piece of my mind.
- Never.
I warn you, this might get ugly.
I'm looking for Dr.
Jordan Hampton.
You found her.
Is there something wrong
with your telephone?
Wouldn't know.
I don't answer it.
Too many bodies, and not enough time.
Special Agent Gibbs,
Dr.
Donald Mallard.
NCIS.
Pleasure.
I assume you're not
here to check on my phone.
Perhaps you'd have a moment
to discuss a John Doe that
crossed your table nine days ago.
Remember the body?
Yeah, I remember every body.
DOA on Highland Pier.
Aspirated on his own vomit.
I assume you kept him
the requisite 72 hours.
No one made any inquiries.
Day two of his stay,
I caught a priority triple homicide.
Day four, Anatomy Board picked him up.
You needed the space.
Not a whole lot of elbow room.
Where he went after that, I can't say.
A.
F.
I.
P.
, and then, our autopsy suite.
We're investigating his
death as a homicide.
Damn it.
I missed something.
An injection of mercury into his brain
in between the first vertebrae
and the occipital bone.
Police tried
and failed to ID him.
AFIS database and dental
record searches: they came up empty.
- DNA?
- I'm not sure how it goes at NCIS,
around here,
that takes about six months.
Never canvassed the scene.
Sadly, most cops I know,
they prefer to hear,
"case closed" than look for
a reason to open one.
It's not the first time
someone's slipped through the cracks.
Well, I'm glad you caught him,
Dr.
Mallard.
As am I.
Yeah, I hope she recovers
from that tongue-lashing.
What do you find under the pier?
and a bottle cap.
- No mercury, no needle.
- Keep looking.
Got to find someone who knew him.
Highland Beach in October.
How much of a tourist draw.
Soft-shell crab season's almost over.
People really like boats that much?
You work for the Navy, DiNozzo.
Maybe we should start
with this waitress.
Eating or asking questions?
If you were hoping for subtle,
you could have lost the guns.
Or least the hats.
Excuse me.
I'd just like to show you a photo,
see if you recognize this man.
Okay.
You trying to build suspense?
No.
It's just that the man
in the photo is dead, and
some people find that shocking.
Thanks for being gentle.
I'm a gentle man.
- Seen him?
- Never seen him.
So, the waitress, Miss Shannon O'Hara,
remembers our guy.
Never got a name,
paid cash, big tipper.
- How about your biker gang there?
- They're just passing through.
- That's it?
- Yeah, they don't like cops much.
Check out the brunette at the table.
Good eye, boss.
I'll tell you, my radar is just
totally shot.
She's smokin'.
That's not what you meant.
You were suggesting that she seems
interested in our presence,
maybe a little too interested,
and that should question her.
Not a problem.
That's a problem.
- Oh, excuse me.
- No, excuse me.
Mind if we ask where you're
going in such a hurry?
What business is it of NCIS?
We're looking for anyone
who might have known this man.
He's dead?
You know him?
His name's Marvin Hinton.
He was with me.
And you are?
Careful.
I was just reaching for my ID.
Special Agent Courtney Krieger.
Hinton was working for the FBI.
Hey, Gibbs, need a refill?
I'm going.
We, yeah, Betro.
Thanks, make it a double.
You got it.
Still can't find any record
of Marvin Hinton.
And you won't.
Marvin Hinton doesn't exist anymore.
"Anymore"?
His cellmates swear Marvin Hinton
served six years at Cumberland,
although any record of it vanished
when he was released last month.
We had to reassemble his history
by hand, it's not complete.
He once went by the name
Frederick LeClair.
Hinton aka LeClair.
Bootlegging, false IDs,
resisting arrest, theft.
The guy's a career felon.
Interstate trafficking, primarily.
How did he show up on your radar?
Was a routine tip.
Picked him up offloading
stolen cargo containers.
At which point, you discover a nameless
man whose entire history's been erased.
- No fingerprints, no criminal record.
- Not even a high school transcript.
That's impossible, you'd need
first person access to
a federal mainframe, credit ratings,
countless private companies.
That'd be like taking
spit out of the ocean.
How did he do it?
Claimed he didn't.
Said he was contacted by
someone offering the service.
"The Eraser".
What movie is that from?
I don't know, Flashdance?
Why was Hinton not back in prison?
He was a small fish, but The Eraser
he's our real target.
We hoped he would contact Hinton,
get paid off and finish the job.
Provide Hinton with a new identity.
Exactly.
I was left to baby-sit.
It was my first field assignment.
Never expected him to be killed.
That is what happens to bait.
Hey, it's not your fault.
So why didn't Hinton skip town
when he had the opportunity?
He was having too good a time
on the government expense account.
But we did have him under
- What changed?
- The Eraser didn't make contact.
They pulled my surveillance team
to chase other leads.
You notify your boss.
We need to know everything you know.
The Bureau set Hinton up here?
It's maintain the appearance
he was flush.
Anyone else have their own key?
No, we met here weekly
so no one would see us together.
He agreed to play along
in exchange for leniency.
But he knew it could be dangerous.
Forget the puppy, McGee.
A place like this is what
you need to score with the chicks.
Here.
Boss, this could be the *** weapon:
mercury.
Positive for blood.
Fluids.
Lots of them.
No surprise there.
Six years in prison.
The Eraser made the initial
contact at the Crab Shack.
Not face to face.
No, slipped him a note.
So, you sent Hinton back,
hoping for another one.
Hinton was supposed to keep a record
of anyone he came in contact with.
I was running background checks,
chasing down his leads
I was waiting for anything new.
You got your wish.
Your first crime scene.
He was killed in that room.
This is why I love you guys.
You bring me hair, you bring me blood,
you bring me fluids.
And mercury.
Predictable, yet constantly surprising.
We try.
Of course, mercury is toxic,
so you shouldn't let kids break open
thermometers and play with it.
Speaking from personal experience, Abb?
Actually explains a lot.
You want it, but it kills you.
It's like a metaphor.
- It's a cigarette.
- Or chocolate for dogs.
By the way,
I like the dachshund for you.
- You could name him Mercury.
- This mercury, Abby.
Industrial grade,
commonly used in heavy machinery,
although it's fallen out of favor
because of the fear factor.
A lot of it's being dropped on
developing nations like India.
Where exporting/dumping
has become a major revenue stream.
Anyways, um,
this is what killed our painted man.
Speaking of which
I've seen a lot of great skin art
done with a ballpoint pen and a needle.
Like this and this.
Very nice.
But this guy's tattoo it's,
It's a mess.
The symbols are gibberish,
the pattern's haphazard.
It's a puzzle.
It puzzles me, Gibbs.
I'm determined to solve it.
Hair samples.
Not nearly as interesting.
Six different women.
Hinton had a lot of girlfriends.
One's a bleach blonde.
One's auburn from a bottle,
if you want to know anything else,
you have to find something
to match it against.
Delivery for Tony.
I got it, I got it.
Thank you.
- Hey, how are you?
- Good, thanks.
Here you go.
Thank you.
Have a good night.
Keep the change.
Portobello mushroom, no tomato.
Philly cheese steak,
extra steak, extra cheese.
These are all Hinton's contacts.
Can't help but notice they're all women.
What made him think
The Eraser was a woman?
I don't know that he did.
Well
Cause you know,
you said he was enjoying himself.
You, you
You have mushroom in your teeth.
Where's your bathroom?
I will show you
where it is.
Hey, so I've been thinking
about the ***.
Why kill him that way?
I mean an injection into the brain,
definitely not the most common method.
To find out "why,"
you must ask "who.
"
Someone tidy.
Someone who doesn't like messes.
- You have a theory?
- Someone
who needs to be in constant
control of the situation.
Someone who does not like
to lose control of their emotions.
Ziva, what are you doing?
I'm not an expert here,
but I'm pretty sure what you're
doing now is a violation of the code.
It is not against the law.
The woman's code.
McGee, I bet you
if we take a strand of her hair,
it will match the sample
from Hinton's condo.
Well, of course it would.
She's already
said she been there every week.
This woman is uptight.
Not even a single strand.
We will have to go to the source.
Ziva, no hair pulling.
She's the only one
that was in contact with Hinton.
It would have been easy for her
to just sweep him under the rug.
Motive?
She's ambitious.
He became too much of a complication.
When someone's that uptight, it's only
a matter of time before they
snap.
Okay.
You don't like her.
Do you?
I understand what she's going through.
I remember what it was like to be green,
afraid you're going to mess up.
- Which she did.
- So what, you want to rub it in?
Come on, Ziva, I think
she deserves a little sympathy.
Tony seems to like her.
I do not think Gibbs does.
Who do you work for, Tobias?
Homeland Security or the FBI?
The world's on my shoulders, Gibbs.
World made of paper.
Just throw that anywhere.
Kind of defeats the purpose
of e-mail when you have to
print it all out for the fire anyway.
Yeah.
That's why I don't use it.
Really? Not because you
can't figure out how to work it?
I spend most of my time now
coordinating the flow of information.
What can I give you?
Your opinion on Special Agent
Courtney Krieger.
Promising.
Does everything by the book, the
book doesn't show very much imagination.
Definitely a child
of the electronic age.
Currently running a low-level
asset in Highland Beach.
Asset named Hinton.
Okay, what am I missing?
Fact he was murdered.
Marvin Hinton is dead?
I told her to notify you.
You've got to be kidding me.
She sent an e-mail.
It went in my spam folder.
This is serious, Gibbs.
Alive, Hinton was just an ex-con
who made a deal with the devil.
Dead means the devil came to collect.
Devil have a name?
That's just about all he's got.
You ever heard of Kamal Konkani?
Built his reputation in
the early '90s manufacturing
false IDs for IRA bombers.
Moved around Europe one step ahead of
the authorities for the next ten years.
Where he went, death followed.
Been invisible since the millennium.
He made a fortune
working for terrorists.
Hinton wasn't a terrorist.
Game has changed in a decade.
Documents are more sophisticated,
electronic tracking, facial recognition.
We think Kamal was
using Hinton as a test.
A test?
For what?
Homeland
picked up chatter from
a training facility in Libya.
A terrorist cell
with assurances of clean
entry onto U.
S.
soil.
Assurances from Kamal Konkani.
And with Hinton dead
The only eyes on Kamal
have been closed for a week.
You're telling me that there
are terrorists on the way here
and they could be anyone?
How did this start?
With a dead man named
Marvin Hinton aka Frederick LeClair.
An ex-con looking for a new identity.
A wish your Eraser was more
than happy to accommodate.
My boss looks mad.
He's going to chew you up.
Out.
Chew you out.
Maybe not, maybe he's one
of those silent killer types.
- What do you know about this Eraser?
- McGee.
Believed to be a Pakistani national
raised in India and England.
Made his name working with terrorists.
Clean IDs, easy transit.
Facilitated Basque terror attacks
in Spain, IRA bombings in England.
The GIA bombing in France in 1995.
Killed eight, wounded hundreds,
led by Khaled Kelkal.
French authorities identified the man
who made it possible as Kamal Konkani.
That's a lot of "K's.
"
"K's" are funny.
Agent Krieger.
You ever see The Sunshine Boys?
But they weren't able to put a face
to the name before he
disappeared off the radar.
Apparently, he's relocated to Maryland.
Upgraded his system
for taking people off the grid.
We were tipped off to Hinton.
So it's possible that Kamal
dropped the dime
himself to test his work.
- His work seems impeccable.
- Now he's covering his tracks.
And shopping the service
to terrorists overseas.
I'll monitor the situation
in the training camps,
watch closely for any movement.
I suggest you pick up
Kamal's trail on this end.
No trace.
No face.
This ought to be easy.
Special Agent Krieger.
A word.
According to his Interpol bio,
Kamal rarely ventures out of his
safe house once it is established.
Style's cloak-and-dagger.
Low-tech.
No cell phone, no electronic messages.
- Smart.
- He prefers to pass notes.
The Bureau provided several intercepted
by the French 12 years ago, coded.
- Abby has them now.
- I don't give a flying crap
what it states in the handbook!
You don't know enough
to make a decision on your own!
That was long overdue.
What have you got against her?
I do not like cleaning up
after other people.
It is very clear what you
would like to have against her.
Excuse me?
You want to sleep with her.
I
Well, so
What if I do?
Same old Tony.
I thought the new Tony
wanted something more.
A real relationship.
I was pretending to be someone else.
Yeah, you could have fooled me.
I thought you had grown.
I'm not particularly
interested in outgrowing sex.
Sure it would be nice, Tony.
But it would be meaningless.
Empty.
It would be wrong for you.
She's a pretty girl,
but she's just a girl.
The man you were becoming needs a woman.
At least I thought he did.
You believe that?
An e-mail!
Perhaps we're looking at this tattoo
from the wrong angle.
I've manipulated the image
every way I can.
I've inverted it.
I've shrunk it.
I've stretched it.
I can't figure it out.
Gonna have to mute you Duck.
- Nothing personal.
- No, wait.
It's very pecu
You got something on the tattoo?
It's a work in progress, but
I did find out something about the notes
that the FBI got from Kamal.
FBI code-breakers couldn't make
anything of the language.
No, neither could I.
But the paper the notes are written on,
it has a curve,
so it came off of some sort of spool.
Cash register receipt.
And Major Mass Spec had
a field day with these smudges,
decided that it's Makki Ki Roti
and Sarson Ka Saag.
Maize-flour bread
and mustard-leaf sauce,
which goes nice with a glass of lassi.
Indian food.
Punjab, to be specific.
Kamal likes his home cooking.
Might add to his profile.
- It's good work.
- Gonna have to mute you.
Don't say "good work".
Not till I figure out
the riddle of the tattoo.
Ziva, can I ask you a question?
Isn't it hard being the only woman
on the team?
No.
God, I wish I had your confidence.
Well, it comes from experience.
The way I'm going,
that's something I'll never get.
Look, Courtney,
they obviously saw something
valuable in you,
otherwise you would not have
made it this far.
Thank you.
But
stop trying to be perfect.
You will mess up.
And occasionally,
you will take a beating.
- And then what?
- Then, you know the expression
"you get back on the horse"?
I competed in equestrian.
Show jumping mostly.
My uncle bred Arabians.
Do we hug now?
Assuming he still likes home cooking,
there are 15 Indian restaurants within
a ten-mile radius of Highland Beach.
Kamal doesn't travel.
Confine the search to walking distance.
There's only one in the vicinity
Punjab Tandoori.
Man's gotta eat.
We know he's been in the area.
If he's using the same MO,
passing notes.
Who's he handing 'em to?
Any chance he's got people
from the old country
workin' on this side?
Makes that restaurant the perfect place
to hang out if he does.
Slim chance he'd be
at the restaurant himself.
Let's keep this one low-key
when we go to scope it out.
Have to go in undercover.
Hi.
Table for two, please.
Right this way.
Looks like a nice place,
doesn't it, honey?
Sure does, sweet cheeks.
Hold it steady, I'm gonna zoom in here.
On the waiter, DiNozzo.
Our specials this evening are the
Masala Chops
and the Lobia Curry.
- The Lobia is my personal favorite.
- And freeze.
Here are the menus,
- I'll be right back to take your order.
- Facial ID should take a second here.
Unless he has been erased.
Ashwin Romji.
Married, father of three.
Resident since 1987,
legal citizen since 1999.
Seems clean.
Courtney, can you get
an angle on the kitchen staff.
She looks tense.
Think maybe it should be you in there?
I think she'll do fine.
Act natural.
Just a normal date.
Can I tell you a secret?
It's been a while.
Yeah.
Me, too.
Work comes first.
Just pretend you like me.
It's not too hard to do.
You have really soft hands.
How is it going, Tony?
- I'm so sorry.
- You know, I
It's okay.
Good thing we didn't put
the mic in his pants.
I'm just gonna go clean this up.
Not quite how I remember dating.
Feels about par for the course.
Sorry.
Sorry, man.
Excuse me.
Didn't get a good look
at the delivery boy.
- Well, looks like they keep him busy.
- Maybe Kamal gets take-out.
Cross-checking the addresses.
Can I help you, sir?
Yeah.
Can we get our food to go?
Because my girlfriend and
I understand.
It's very naughty.
Stop.
Third on the list.
It's a rented apartment.
Look at the name on the lease, McGee.
- Yeah.
I see him.
- Check the delivery boy.
Regular dinner delivery
to a Frederick LeClair.
That's a name
our dead guy's used before.
Dead guys don't eat.
So who's using it now?
We can't be this lucky.
Let him make the drop first, Ziva.
Yes, Gibbs.
Standing by.
- Okay, take him.
- Moving in.
I was wondering if you could help us.
I'm a bit lost.
Where are you
What the
What the hell's going on?
Just dinner.
The door?
Allow me.
Clear.
Clear.
Nobody here.
This is Kamal's place.
Yeah, or it was.
Can't have gone far.
Where's the guy who lives here?
How would I know?
I just deliver the food.
How's he going to eat if he's not home?
It's a standing dinner order.
I drop off his meal every afternoon,
and he pays two weeks in advance.
- So you've seen him?
- Yeah.
Once.
Gave me a big *** of cash
and a good tip.
Can you describe him?
Okay, I guess.
Older black guy,
about my height, maybe a little taller.
What about this guy you seen him before?
Is this a trick question?
That is the guy who lives here.
Frederick LeClair.
Marvin Hinton.
Kamal Konkani.
Our dead guy's our bad guy.
Then who killed him?
Robert Graves.
No aliases, no priors.
No passport.
According to his W4, he's been working
at the restaurant six months.
If you believe everything on paper.
How much longer are we going to do this?
Anxious to get out?
Wasn't planning on spending the night
in custody.
I have a term paper due tomorrow.
Grad student in electrical engineering.
Solid B-minus average.
You grew up in Hagerstown.
Nice neighborhood?
My parents were working class.
I've had jobs since I was 13 and
I've had to work twice as hard
as the silver spoons to get where I am.
The delivery boy.
What did I do wrong?
Was there something in the package?
Drugs?
He could still be a courier
and not know it.
He delivers information into go-boxes.
Returns with cash
that contains the reply.
And someone else at the restaurant
sends on instructions
to prospective clients,
tucked in a meal.
It doesn't matter how he did it.
Hinton played you.
He was The Eraser all along.
Hinton was Kamal
that explains
his so-called retirement.
- He was in prison.
- Spending his time improving
the technique for eliminating
a person's history.
- Which means.
- He was testing it on himself.
- So, why
- Let himself be caught
on the trafficking charge?
- And who
- Killed him?
That was clearly not part
of the plan.
We were working under the assumption
The Eraser killed his client
to cover his tracks.
What if it was the other way around?
The Eraser was killed
by one of his clients?
Terrorists?
We don't know
if they've arrived yet.
Another client, then.
Someone with a past
they needed to forget.
And once the client's past
had been erased,
he kills Kamal.
To eliminate the only person
who knows his true identity.
Almost.
Not a him, a her.
- One of his girlfriends
- Was actually a client.
Cute.
She was erased,
- so we don't know anything about her.
- Wrong.
We do know how she kills.
Where is Dr.
Mallard?
With our forensic scientist.
I don't think he's ready
to release the body, though.
He really gets into his work.
Yeah, he's turned himself inside out
trying to unscramble the meaning
behind this tattoo.
Dr.
Mallard hates to leave
anything unfinished.
Yeah.
Me, too.
Dr.
Hampton?
What are you doing?
I would never cut into your body
without your permission, but
I would appreciate the opportunity to
perhaps level the scales.
Of course.
You could have come into my lab
flapping and quacking about miracles
I failed to weave.
I assure you that's not in my character.
Shall we
do this together?
I could only hope
that this makes us even.
I might even owe you one
Doctor.
The girls have a theory.
The *** does not have
anything to do with terrorism.
It's one of The Eraser's other clients.
So the killer could be anyone
from anywhere?
We have been sifting
through instances involving mercury.
Did not find similar ***, but
Idaho.
Three years ago.
George Barney dies in his sleep
after having a few too many drinks.
Choked to death on his own vomit.
He's buried on his family farm.
Last month, the Barneys are digging
a new well.
It turns out, the groundwater
had been contaminated.
EPA was called in,
traced the source
of the contamination back to a leak
in George Barney's casket.
Mercury.
His young widow had been
the high school science teacher.
She moved on
after his untimely death.
Local cops couldn't track her down.
She killed her husband.
Here's a picture of the grieving wife.
Look familiar?
Do you need me to identify
another photo?
Recognize this person?
Her hair matches one
of the samples from Hinton's condo.
- And the *** has her signature.
- All right, look.
It was a tragedy when my husband died.
The entire town thought so.
Doesn't sound like
you share their sentiments.
They didn't know what he was like
when he was drunk,
which was all the time.
So when the opportunity presented itself
to start a new life,
you took it.
Wouldn't you?
How did Marvin Hinton know
you were on the run?
He knew everything about me
in one look,
everything that matters.
He knew how I'd gotten my new name.
He said he'd been contacted
the same way.
So you went home with him?
Did it occur to you
that he was the one
who set up your new identity?
That he was toying with you?
'Cause he was the only one
who knew about your past.
Right?
I didn't kill him.
I suppose it wouldn't be any fun
if she just admitted it.
Yes, sir.
Delivery boy still here?
Waiting in the conference room.
Make sure he gets home.
Special Agent Krieger.
Nice work today.
She killed once for a new life.
Why not twice?
Did us a favor Kamal is dead.
It doesn't seem to bother
his international clients.
The terrorist training camp?
Marine task force just went in.
And?
One terrorist killed.
They found an American passport
on his body.
It went through squeaky clean.
Kamal had completed the job.
What about the rest of the cell?
Too late.
Already gone.
They're on their way here.
And the only man who knows
who they are is past telling us.
That's not certain, Tony.
Our dead man may have
one thing left to say.
We cracked it, Gibbs, me and Ducky.
We solved the puzzle.
We were just looking at it wrong.
Yeah, it was Jordan
Dr.
Hampton
who had the idea of excising
the section of inked flesh.
That is so gross.
But what we found is so cool.
The blotchy thick,
blue jailhouse dye
that's just a camouflage.
Yes, the real clue is underneath,
hidden like a painted-over Monet canvas.
All I had to do was eliminate
the blue to clarify it.
This
is the original tattoo.
It's beautiful, with deeper needling.
Professional work.
It's a masterpiece,
it's a Blaine Parker.
He's something of a legend,
Boston artist.
A man like Hinton trying
to shed his past
So I talked to Parker's assistant,
and she was able to determine
the exact dates
when Hinton got the original tattoo.
Over a period of several days,
ten years ago.
Interpol's timeline, puts Kamal
in London ten years ago.
Hinton's not Kamal.
Delivery boy lied to us.
He did more than that, he set us up.
He wanted us to believe it was Hinton.
You think the kid's Kamal?
He'd have had to start
when he was 8years old.
Not if he's the new
Dread Pirate Roberts.
I love The Princess Bride.
No one would ever surrender
to the Dread Pirate Westley.
The Dread Pirate Roberts
picks a successor,
then trains him,
starts calling him Roberts and then
settles into a cushy retirement.
It's the name "Kamal"
that sells the business.
You can let me off up here.
Sorry for the inconvenience.
Just a case of mistaken identity.
- Good luck on your term paper.
- Thanks.
Ziva, where are you?
Dropping off Graves, Gibbs.
Don't!
Can we hug now?
From your closet.
Special delivery.
How'd you find Kamal?
You don't find Kamal.
Kamal finds you.
He tempts you with the money
or the power?
Or just the chance to become
somebody else?
Kamal could tell you needed him.
He needed me.
He can't even work his own computer.
Man's a dinosaur.
He knows how to read people.
Cover his tracks.
But you don't have the discipline.
Hinton figured you out.
He would've led the FBI right to you.
So you killed him
before he got the chance.
Made us think he was Kamal.
Then you framed another client
for his ***.
Shannon O'Hara, aka Karen Barney.
You knew how she'd killed in the past.
She was your first client.
Good for you.
You've got the whole story.
The worst mistake you made
You tried to shoot our agents.
Hey, let me hang that up
for you, Tobias.
Sit down!
- What do you want?
- The rest of your client list.
Tell us where to find the real Kamal!
Now!
I was at an embassy party once
gated, razor wire, surveillance system,
the whole deal
and this guy just walks
in the front door, wearing T-shirt
that says "Liquor Store.
"
Holds up a brown paper bag,
and he goes
"Did anybody order a bottle of ***?"
The places you can access
when you look the part.
- This thing starts kind of slow.
- I'm sure it gets better.
The picture's up, boss.
An NCIS production.
Brought to you by Leroy Jethro Gibbs.
Starring, as usual, the FBI,
and the elusive Kamal Konkani.
Freeze it.
The Dread Pirate Roberts, I presume.
Did you get her number?
Who, Courtney? No.
I did.
She wants to learn how to fight.