[TYPES]
[WHIRRING]
[TYPING]
[KNOCK ON DOOR]
Open up, McGee.
Hey, what's going on?
[IMITATES WHIRRING OF PAPER SHREDDER
That's what I been hearing all night long. Bzzz. Bzzz.
- Are you electrocuting sheep in here? - Feels like it.
You know what? That's my shredder.
You know, that's funny, because you say that like--
Like I haven't been up all night listening to it.
I'm sorry. I'm having--
- It won't happen again. - If it does,
that paper won't be the only thing getting shredded around here.
Sorry.
[WHIRRING]
[KNOCK ON DOOR]
I'm sorry. It was an accident. It won't happen aga--
[SOBBING]
I think I killed someone, Tim.
[WATER RUNNING]
You okay?
SARAH: You asked me that 30 seconds ago, Mom.
Well, you've been in there for over an hour.
How long would you be in the shower if you were covered in mystery blood?
You're sure that none of it is yours?
- Yeah. - But you don't know whose it is?
No, I told you.
I was at Headliners with these girls from school,
we were watching this crappy band,
the next thing I know, I'm at your front door.
You left out the part where you said you killed someone.
Tim, that's not funny.
You don't remember saying that?
- How much did you have to drink? - Nothing.
I'm under 21, remember?
Really? Because your fake ID says you're 22.
How much?
Okay, I had a few drinks.
You remember what happened the last time you had a few drinks?
- No. - That's the point. You can't drink.
Last time you drank you painted "bitch" on Katie Hutchinson's garage.
[CELL PHONE RINGING]
I would've done that sober. That bitch stole my boytriend.
Tim, relax. I barely even touched my second beer, okay?
I remember because I had to--
[INDISTINCT, DISTORTED VOICES]
VOICE: Sarah.
[GIRL LAUGHING]
You had to what?
I had to study.
That's right.
After the concert, we went to the food court but I left early
- because I had to go to the library. - Good. Library's good. And then?
Why can't I remember?
Someone slipped you something.
No, Smart Girl 101. You don't take drinks from guys you don't know.
We should still get a urine sample.
No. I can't pee in a mug with a picture of Grandma on it.
[STARTS DIALLING]
- What are you doing? - Calling the police.
And telling them what?
That I showed up at your door with blood on my hands
saying I killed someone?
Besides, Tim, that could be animal blood.
And what if it's not? I'm a federal agent.
- I have a responsibility. - Tim, I didn't come to a federal agent.
I came to my big brother.
McGee's not answering his cell phone, pager or MySpace IM.
Ha-ha. McGee on MySpace, I gotta see that.
- Keep calling. - Still trying to get into his calendar.
I'm not sure what the problem is.
When I was framed by the Iranians for murder,
I was late for many hours before anyone even noticed.
You're not McGee, Ziva.
McTimex's brain is hard-wired for punctuality.
And sadly, scaring away potential mates.
There we go.
No doctor's appointments.
He does have a personal trainer four times a week.
And tomorrow, an 8 a.m. appointment at a Harley Davidson dealership?
Either McGee's won the lottery or he's got a sugar daddy.
[PHONE RINGS]
Yeah. Gibbs.
- Where? - Dead?
Sailor. Waverly campus.
- Gear up. - What about McGee?
- We haven't found him yet. - I did.
Or rather he found me. He sent me an e-mail.
"Woke up sick. Laryngitis. Won't be coming into work today."
And I bet he sent you one too.
You still here?
Hmp.
Who e-mails in sick to work?
If I called, they'd know I was lying.
Oh, and if you have laryngitis, you can't call.
Have you been saving that for a comic book convention?
Can we get back to the timeline, please?
Okay.
Now, you left the bar at 9:30 p.m.
I got to the campus food court at around 10.
You showed up here at my door at 2:30 a.m.
That leaves four hours unaccounted for.
I'm actually impressed. Is this what you do at work?
Yeah? You know, like, state the obvious and make pretty pie charts?
No. We collect facts and we formulate theories.
But if you think you can do better.
Oh.
Well, okay.
There are four hours unaccounted for, of which I have no memory.
So I either drank more than I realised,
repressed some kind of traumatic event
or was drugged.
The blood on my hands, and the fact I'm careful
with what I drink imply a traumatic event.
But what and where?
Answer.
The shoes I bought yesterday.
Thirty-two dollars, on sale, plus I had a back-to-school coupon.
They're muddy but the soles are barely scuffed.
So I didn't walk the five miles to your place.
Okay, so how did I get here?
When I left the food court, I had $14 in my pocket and now there's only 2.
And since it's a $10-taxi ride to your place, do the math.
I must have taken a taxi cab here.
And that's our first step.
We find the driver, we ask him where I was.
Then when we find out where I was, we can find out what happened.
We can start by checking local taxi dispatches.
There's two major cab companies, dozens of gypsies.
I'm assuming you left from campus, that would definitely be a major.
They'll have a log of the fare.
Do you think you caught the taxi on campus?
[SNORING LIGHTLY]
Ready? Five, six, seven, eight.
Hit one, two, up three, four, look five, hit six, seven, down eight.
Go one, two-- This isn't the XFL, ladies.
This is Waverly.
Save the pole dancing for your boytriend, Carolyn.
You'll have to move your car, sir.
You're in a passenger loading zone and I don't see any pa--
Oh. You don't wanna park here.
You might wanna yank out your manual
- and recheck the pecking order. - No.
Your people are on the other side of the quad.
[CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKING]
- Well, that was quick. - Solve this case already, DiNozzo?
No. It's my hundredth body.
Hey, listen, you wouldn't mind taking--
Sorry. It's a bad idea.
It seemed less disgusting in my head.
By comparison with what else is in there, I'm sure it was.
GIBBS: Anything useful from that jogger?
If "I saw the body and I called the police" is useful, then yes.
Otherwise, no. Can't tell how long the body's been here.
Luckily, of course, I can.
I must apologise for our tardiness.
We had trouble parking the van.
Homecoming.
I would have thought McGee would have beaten me up here.
- McGee's not here. DUCKY: Really?
I could have sworn I saw him in the parking lot.
TONY: Well, we're at a college.
Pencil-neck geeks are a dime a dozen.
[CHUCKLES]
DUCKY: Now, let me see.
Preliminary time of death between ten and 12 hours ago.
ZIVA: We have another body.
TONY: You said you had another body.
I do. Actually, ten of them.
[DOOR OPENS]
Hey, what time is it?
- After 10. - It's after 10?
I missed my class. Why didn't you wake me?
I wanted you to get some rest before--
Before what?
Sarah.
You found my taxi.
I haven't spoken to the driver yet,
but I did get a log from the company.
And?
And you were picked up early this morning at the quad.
When I went to check it out, NCIS was there.
What was NCIS doing there?
Probably had something to do with the dead body.
- Where are you going? - Library.
- I have to study. - Excuse me?
I have a Chaucer midterm coming up.
Hey, Sarah. Hello. Dead guy.
Probably dead guy's blood on your shirt.
I told you, that could be animal blood.
It's not. I tested it and it's human.
Sarah, we've gotta go to NCIS.
Why? Why NCIS?
The body was a sailor.
Sarah. Hey. Sarah.
Do you know the sailor's name?
No.
I do.
Dental records confirm the body is Seaman Jeff Petty,
serving on the U.S.S. Enterprise. Docked at Norfolk last night.
- Navy notifying the family? - As we speak.
A duty I do not envy.
Yes, when I was an officer with the regiment,
I was twice called upon to render such services.
I prefer combat to telling a family that one of their loved ones
shall never be returning.
Luckily, in this case, we are spared such a duty.
- You got a time of death on those? - No time, but a cause.
Asph*iation?
Suffocation?
Overfeeding?
Nicotine poisoning.
DUCKY: I just got the test results from Abby.
There was enough nicotine in their blood to kill-- Well, to kill a goldfish.
- That much is certain. - How did that get there?
Your guess is as good as mine.
Yeah, the cause of death of Seaman Petty is more explicable.
Sharp force trauma to the thoracic area.
Punctured the aorta, so death was almost instantaneous.
The shape and depth of the wound
- suggests a combat-- - Combat knife.
ZIVA: We didn't find a knife. All we bagged was trash.
Tell DiNozzo to keep looking.
Well, Tony went home.
He went home?
He wasn't feeling well.
Thought McGee might have gotten him sick.
So he went home?
Well, actually,
the director told him he could go.
- I'm not done, Gibbs. - Make it fast, Dr. Mallard.
Postmortem lividity suggests that Seaman Petty was killed on scene.
Tox screen came back negative, no drugs in his system.
His C.O. said he was a model sailor.
There was very little trauma beyond the entry wound.
No scratches, no DNA in the fingernails.
He was surprised.
Or he knew his killer.
[KNOCKING ON DOOR]
[CRYING]
McGEE: Sarah, open up.
Sarah.
Tell me how you know this guy.
Sarah, I can't help you unless you talk to me.
How do you know him?
We used to date.
Until he started seeing my old roommate.
And?
And...
I threatened to kill him once or twice.
Maybe even three times.
This is that sailor that you were dating last year?
[SCOFFS]
- You told me you didn't like him. - What did you expect me to say, Tim?
I really liked this guy and he just broke my heart
when he dumped me for some skanky cheerleader.
You threatened to kill him because he dumped you?
I didn't mean it. It was just one of those things you say, you know.
Did anyone hear you say it?
I never actually said it.
I e-mailed it.
Sarah, we gotta go to Gibbs now.
- I haven't done anything wrong. - How do you know?
Tim, you don't really--
- You do. - Sober, no.
But you were drinking. There could have been an accident.
- Tim, I swear on my life, I-- - How can you swear?
You don't remember what happened.
If my own brother doesn't believe me, who the hell is going to?
Sarah.
What, are you gonna arrest me?
You need to understand something.
Our only option right now is going to end--
[SIGHS]
[ACTRESS SPEAKING IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE]
Wait a minute. I thought they were brother and sister.
They are but they don't know it.
Haven't you been reading the subtitles?
There are subtitles?
[SCOFFS]
So much for being a film buff.
Hey. Listen, I could bore you to death
with a lecture on German expressionism in film if you'd like.
You could never bore me.
Well, that is very sweet of you, but you underestimate me.
It is my contention, Miss Benoit,
that the abstract nature of expressionism in film--
[MUFFLED]
What are we doing, Tony?
Well, I'm boring you with German expressionism in film.
We've been dating for over a month.
Don't you find it a little curious that we haven't taken it to the next level?
You mean Italian, you know, realism?
- Japanese cinema? - No, sex.
[CHUCKLES]
Yeah. Sex, right.
Yeah, is that something you might be interested in?
[LAUGHS]
- Yeah. - Yeah, I get that vibe from you.
And yet we still haven't had it
and you don't seem like the type who usually waits.
Yeah. Well, it could be because you remind me of my sister.
Heh. You said you were an only child.
I am. Ha-ha.
Could I have a serious answer?
Please?
I don't wanna rush things.
Date two is rushing things, Tony.
Date 11 ? I mean, that's a violation of the Geneva Convention.
"If you always do what you've always done,
then you'll always get what you always got."
And while what I got had its perks,
I'm looking for something different now.
Okay, Tony.
But just so you know,
whenever you're ready,
so am I.
And then when we finished bowling, he walked me to my car.
- And? - And he said,
"I hope to see you soon, baby doll."
Gave me a peck on the cheek, then left.
- Short and sweet. - Oh, he is.
Hey, I've been looking all over for you.
Since we were low on agents, I thought I'd give a hand.
The only reason we are low on agents is because you sent DiNozzo home.
Well, there's no sense in getting us all sick.
[AS GIBBS] Next time you send one of my team home,
you clear it with me first, director.
[AS JEN] I didn't know I needed your permission
to manage my own personnel, Gibbs.
[AS GIBBS] Your personnel?
Last time I checked, it said "director" on my door, not yours.
[NORMAL VOICE] The kids don't like it
when Mommy and Daddy fight.
Have you got the call log off the cell phone we found on Seaman Petty?
There was damage on the DC run to the SIM chip.
Probably from the fall.
[BEEPING]
Okay. Wow, 15 missed text messages.
Someone's really trying to get a hold of--
[CELL PHONE RINGS]
Oh, no. What do I do? Do I answer it?
Put it on speaker.
- Hello. MAN: Finally. Where the hell are you?
McGee?
Boss? Why do you have my sister's cell phone?
I got a better question for you.
What is your sister's cell phone doing on my dead body?
[ELEVATOR BELL DINGS]
And I thought being sent to the principal's office was bad.
He's still in the elevator?
Per Gibbs' orders, awaiting El Jefe's arrival.
[WHISTLES]
- How mad is he? - Considering McGee's
been covering for his sister
who's implicated in the death of a Navy sailor...
GIBBS: What were you thinking?
I'd say he's handling it pretty well.
I would apologise but I know how you feel about that.
[ELEVATOR THUDDING]
You got your voice back.
- I never lost it. - No kidding.
I know withholding evidence is a violation of NCIS policy.
And a crime.
One that I don't really care about.
Why didn't you come to me?
I was going to.
When I saw the body, I knew I had to bring Sarah in.
No. Before that.
I couldn't take that chance.
I don't know what my sister did or didn't do.
But I know what it looked like.
And we say, "Better ten guilty men go free than one innocent get punished,"
but I know from experience it doesn't always work out like that.
I couldn't take that chance with Sarah.
Not with the police,
not with NCIS,
not even with you.
She's my sister.
[ELEVATOR WHIRRING]
Apology accepted.
[SIGHS]
[COMPUTER BEEPING]
Cute girl. Hey, this is the one I found on McGee's iPod.
There was no way she could be his girlfriend.
Poor McGee got the shallow end of the gene pool.
They're here.
TONY: I thought probie would be limping.
Getting soft in your old age there, boss?
Prime of your youth, sir?
- We needed it for the BOLO. - Please tell me that's not for--
Citing a bench warrant for grand theft auto.
That's better than a BOLO for murder.
We need to find her. Right now, she's our main suspect.
- Witness. - Spoke to the taxi driver
who picked your sister up.
He places her at the crime scene.
And Abby confirmed the blood type on your sister's clothes
matches Seaman Petty. That's more than "witness."
ZIVA: And the e-mails. - Like this one: "Dear Man Whore,"
and ends with, "if I ever see you again,
I will kill you. Love, Sarah."
I got them off Seaman Petty's e-mail.
Throw them on and they add up to--
Motive and opportunity.
Why is she running?
She's mad. She's scared.
Says she has nothing to do with the murder, thinks I don't believe her.
- Do you? - Sarah is not a killer.
- But? - But an accident's another story.
- If she was drugged-- ZIVA: She wasn't.
Abby ran the urine sample you took and it was clean.
Any other suspects?
Navy Seaman Petty's cheerleader girlfriend.
Your sister's not the only one writing threatening emails.
Cheerleader was worried Popeye was getting his spinach somewhere else.
Address? Ziva, I want that taxi impounded.
- DiNozzo, you're on McGee's sister. - With great pleasure, boss.
Maybe Tony would be better on--
- McGee? - Yeah?
Go home. I can't have you working this case.
If I go home, how do you know I won't keep working on it?
Come on. I'll keep an eye on you.
Hey, you're wondering if she did it?
No, I'm wondering why McGee never told me he had a sister.
[MUSIC PLAYING OVER TV]
[LAUGHTER, INDISTINCT CHATTER]
This is Jeff in Bahrain.
GIBBS: Handsome kid. - He loved wearing that uniform.
Almost as much as I loved seeing him in it.
He was to meet me at the food court.
We were having freshman cheerleader initiations later that night,
but I wanted to make time to surprise Jeff with...
...a surprise.
He never showed.
I just figured his ship was late.
Told you we should have used carbons.
If you can't get this thing working,
I'm gonna have to find some geeks who can.
STUDENT: No, no. We can do it.
[MADISON SCOFFS]
- Seen enough? - No, no, no.
Actually, I was checking the water gun here.
The check valve is on backwards.
- If you flip this... STUDENT: Real smooth, Einstein.
It sounds like you and Jeff had a perfect relationship.
We did.
We were gonna get married.
CAROLYN: You better make her pay for this.
Who?
That jealous bitch, Sarah McGee.
She couldn't deal with the fact that Jeff wanted me instead of her.
She sent him threatening e-mails. She trashed me in her blog.
- Blog? - Yeah.
What's a blog?
It's a blog. You know.
No, I don't know.
Something losers put online so that everyone can read.
Are you gonna arrest her or not?
I saw her at the food court with her geek friends.
When she found out that Jeff was coming, she left to find him.
- How do you know she didn't leave? - Because she killed him.
- Boss-- - Hey.
- I told you to wait outside. - Why didn't you ask about the e-mails?
Maybe I don't want her to know that I know about the e-mails, McGee.
There's a reason I told you to stay outside.
And there's a reason that I came in.
Look.
[DOOR OPENS]
Come on in.
[SIGHS]
I take it this isn't a social call.
I need some advice.
- And you came to me? - Well, it was either you or Gibbs,
and his track record with women sucks.
So...
[CLEARS THROAT]
Heh. I'm finding myself in a particularly odd situation
with someone special.
Odd?
Odd. Yeah, odd.
Because we've been going out for over a month
and we haven't done something that I usually do,
you know, a lot earlier than that.
And may I ask what it is that's holding you back
from doing what you usually do?
[CHUCKLES]
Yeah.
Um...
Because of the particular importance of this person,
I thought it would be a good idea to take things slowly,
which is kind of a new concept for me.
But at a certain point things have to speed up.
- Right? - Are you attracted to her?
Oh, yeah.
[CHUCKLES] Yeah.
I could make a meal.
Is she attracted to you?
So, what's the problem?
[CELL PHONE RINGING]
- DiNozzo. - BOLO just came back
on McGee's sister. Campus security has her.
Well, let Gibbs know. He's there with McGee.
I did. He wants us to bring her in.
TONY: Okay, I'll be right down.
Good luck.
I'm Security Officer Tate.
One of the librarians reported her. Apparently she sleeps here a lot.
- How McGeeish of her. - Must be in the McGenome.
You want her for more than GTA, don't you?
Tsk. I didn't have the authority to arrest her, but if you want--
We'll take it from here.
[SNIFFS]
TONY: Ahem. - No, you can't have my number.
TONY: I already have your number, Sarah.
It's not what you guys think.
My eyes water when I read a lot and these lights are really crappy.
- Are you guys here to arrest me? - No.
- You do have to come with us though. - Yeah, sure.
You guys just being nice to me because Tim's my big brother?
No, I'm always nice to hot girls.
[CHUCKLES]
You must be Tommy.
Tony.
Sorry, in Tim's book you're Tommy.
Which would make you Lisa.
[SIGHS]
[INDISTINCT CHATTER]
- Where have you been? - The library. I told you I had to study.
You know, Tony is much cuter than Tommy.
Tommy?
Hmm. You know, if you rearrange these letters, you get--
Timothy McGee.
You should have told me this was a secret.
I can't wait to read about your swashbuckling, socially repugnant
Special Agent Tommy.
[ZIVA CHUCKLES]
And Lisa, the sultry and emotionally distant Mossad Officer.
TONY: Or their boss, L.J. Tibbs,
who "drinks to alleviate the burden of his Messianic complex."
Where is L.J., Dead Agent Walking?
- Evidence garage. - Ha-ha.
Tony.
I'm gonna kill you.
Where'd you find it, Abs?
Stuffed behind the seat cushion.
TONY: Hey, boss?
DRIVER: Are you okay?
[SARAH PANTING]
MAN: Sarah. Hey, no.
You didn't find that in the taxi, did you?
ZIVA:Who studies while they wait to be interrogated for murder?
A McGeek. "Lisa's eyes reminded him of emeralds.
- Oh. - Flawed only by the icicles
- in her heart." - He's dead.
"And the field agent Tommy is a dogged pursuer of dirt bags."
Yeah.
Ha-ha-ha. And any skirt over the age of 18.
Your brother's dead.
JEN: Sarah threatened to kill Seaman Petty by e-mail.
A taxi picked her up near the crime scene at the time of the murder.
The blood on her clothes matches the victim's
and her fingerprints are on the murder weapon.
Other than being your sister,
is there any evidentiary reason why she shouldn't be charged?
But she is my sister, director.
Sarah may have a temper but she lashes out with her mouth or a pen,
- not a knife. - And I hope you have more to offer
than brotherly love, Agent McGee.
She was drugged.
She showed up at my door groggy, barely able to walk.
Couldn't remember anything except leaving the food court.
The lab reports for drugs and alcohol were negative.
Well, by the time those tests were taken,
whatever was in her system had metabolized.
And if that's true, whose fault is that?
- Mine. I should have taken Sarah in. - But you didn't bring her in.
Agent DiNozzo and Officer David did,
so your actions, or should I say inactions,
did nothing to help your sister.
But it did impugn the integrity of this agency.
Forgive me, director, for not putting the integrity of NCIS before my sister.
It won't happen again.
[DOOR CLOSES]
GIBBS: McGee.
- Hey. - Boss, don't try to talk me out of this.
Never let someone manipulate you like that again.
Not even the director.
- She wanted me to quit? - It's her job to protect NCIS.
Come here. Sit down.
- Boss, you don't think that-- - You sit down here until I get back.
- You don't think Sarah did it, do you? - I don't know, McGee.
I'll know after I interrogate her.
- Can I watch from--? - No.
- Please. From observation. - No.
Boss, I can't just sit here.
Here. Read a book.
[DOOR OPENS]
[DOOR CLOSES]
What's your major?
English Lit.
You intend to be a writer like your brother?
I intend on being a writer.
Why the smartass answer?
What?
You put your brother down.
- No, I didn't. - Yeah, you did.
He just resigned because of you.
No.
But Tim loves NCIS.
Evidently he loves you more.
[SOBBING]
I'm sorry.
Fake tears don't bother me.
I don't fake tears.
Just lapses in memory.
I don't remember.
I just get...
...quick film cuts.
- Hold onto them. - I can't.
- Because you don't want to. - I do.
If you did, you'd remember.
And how would you know?
I've been there.
[INDISTINCT, DISTORTED VOICES]
Sarah, stop it. Stop it. What are you doing?
What are you doing? Uhn!
[SARAH WHIMPERING]
SARAH: No. No. No.
[SHUDDERS]
[TEARFULLY] I stabbed him.
I stabbed Jeff.
[SOBBING]
- What's your sister's favourite pizza? - What?
Her favourite pizza. It's not a trick question.
Uh-- Cheeseless with pickles, Tabasco and peanut butter.
Yes. Yes. Yes.
- Yes? - Your sister was doped.
- Where's Gibbs? Where's everybody? - Interrogation.
Well, go get him and bring him down to my lab. And there's more.
[SARAH SOBBING OVER SPEAKER]
[DOOR OPENS]
McGEE: Abby's got great news.
It's not great, it's actually terrible but it explains why Sarah can't--
- What did Gibbs do to my sister? - Nothing.
She admitted stabbing Seaman Petty.
[SOBBING]
Sarah doesn't know what she's saying.
- McGee. - She was drugged.
Abby has proof.
Stay with her.
- Hey. Hey. - I remember the knife.
- I remember Jeff lying there. - Oh, no, no, no.
My little sister could never kill anyone.
I was poring over all the forensic evidence.
The trash from the crime scene and every inch of the taxi
and I realised that the floor mat smells like Nilosorb.
Nilosorb?
[SNIFFS THEN COUGHS]
Industrial vomit cleaner.
I took what was left down there and ran it through the mass spec
and found what McGee has confirmed
to be Sarah's favourite late-night snack.
Cheeseless pizza with Tabasco,
- pickles and peanut butter. - Yuck.
But I also found traces of sodium oxybate, a.k.a. GHB.
It didn't show up in her urine sample because it metabolizes so quickly.
Probably what makes it a popular date-rape drug.
You think Seaman Petty tried to rape her?
- Her ex-boytriend? - Nothing like a death threat
from an ex-girlfriend to get your dander up.
Are you talking from experience, Tony?
So the levels of GHB allowed me to triangulate a window of exposure.
- She was dosed at the food court. - DiNozzo.
Pull the security tapes. On it, boss.
- Ziva. - Names of food workers, janitors
and anyone working that night.
What was I gonna tell you?
I don't know. What were you gonna tell me, ll Magnifico?
- Good job. - But I have more.
I solved the mystery of the smoking goldfish.
At first I couldn't figure out
how they were lighting the cigarettes underwater.
And then I found this.
They were trying to kick the habit.
Our little Nemos were swimming in a bag that sprung a leak.
Sprang a leak. Sprung, sprang, sprung.
So their little lives flashed before their eyes in a nicotine buzz.
Hey, since goldfish only have three seconds of memory--
Abby, get Ducky on that.
I don't know, Gibbs. That is a very complicated piece of equipment.
Probably have to go get the manual--
Abs.
Ducky?
- Yes, my little lotus blossom. - Gibbs wants you.
You know when the goldfish died?
Well, I was just determining the time they expired.
Are you using a little teeny-tiny liver probe?
Being cold-blooded, temperature is useless
- in determining the time of death. - So you don't know?
Au contraire. They died about the same time as our victim.
Now how did you calculate that?
GIBBS: Track Sarah McGee from the time she enters until she leaves.
Okay.
TONY: Uh-uh. Oops. Uh...
That was the wrong way.
[TYPING]
- Sorry. Sorry, boss. One second. - DiNozzo.
[CHUCKLES]
[COMPUTER BEEPING]
It froze.
- This is a McGeek thing. - Get him.
Do you know what a clog is?
- A shoe or a block to drain? - On the Internet.
I thought that was a blog, but my English is often wrong.
Sarah McGee wrote a blog trashing her and the cheerleaders.
- You think you can find it? - Probably on MySpace.
- Who is she? - Seaman Petty's girlfriend.
Sarah's ex-roommate.
Hah. "These peppy little girls, all skanked up to the nines
in their adorable cheerleading uniforms,
which have been mistakenly ordered in children's sizes,
were engaged in strangely homoerotic,
Adderol-fuelled spastic movements that they called dance routine."
- Where's that from? - It's my blog.
Ha-ha. You should let your sister ghostwrite for you, probie.
Find your sister entering the food court.
How do you get a ready-made cheeseless pizza
with Tabasco sauce, pickles and peanut butter?
Oh, I make it myself.
Food court has everything but peanut butter, so I carry a jar in my backpack.
McGee, isolate her table.
Ready? One, two, down, up.
Steady.
Hold it, Heather.
Take five.
[CHEERLEADERS CHATTERING, CHUCKLING]
[SIGHS]
Whatever happened to quitting?
After football season.
Why don't you go home?
I'd rather be here.
Seen enough of my ass?
- What do you think, Tony? - I don't know. There's a lot to see.
Ugh. Stay the hell away from me, jerk.
It's amazing what a college education does for a girl's vocabulary,
- don't you think? - Astonishing.
I believe you know my sister.
- Uhn! - That was for spiking
- my peanut butter. - Uhn!
And that was for setting me up to be raped.
This is for being an accessory to murder.
- What? - Madison.
They're framing me. I didn't do anything.
Got you starring in the Food Court Show.
Spiking Sarah's peanut butter with GHB.
Try and prove that from a security camera.
Your greasy paw prints are all over my peanut butter jar.
We have you leaving the food court with Officer Tate.
You murdered Jeff?
No. I was just using Tate to get even for this bitch's blog.
And Jeff saw Tate grappling with her and tried to play hero.
SARAH: Get off.
PETTY: What are you doing? Let go of her.
[PETTY GROANING]
[SARAH WHIMPERING]
Tate stabbed him. I dropped everything and ran.
You stabbed him. Put the knife in her hand, the cell phone in his pocket.
You lying bastard.
- Lying bitch. - Get them out.
TONY: You have the right to remain silent.
- The right to do splits. MADISON: I didn't do anything.
TATE: Yes, you did. Madison did it. MADISON: Oh, shut up.
I'm sorry.
Jeff was a great guy and he really loved you.
[TEARFULLY] How would you know?
He e-mailed me.
He said he was sorry but he'd met his soul mate.
It was you.
[CRYING]
Sometimes, McGee...
...a little lie...
...it's good for the soul.