[HEART BEATING]
[PANTING]
Don't do this to me, boss. Come on, don't do this to me.
Don't make me kiss you, boss.
Come on, boss. Come on.
GIBBS: No. - Please, please.
- Please, please, Gibbs? - No.
Okay, I'll never ask you for anything else ever.
- Abby. - I promise.
- Come on. Ever? - Well, okay, maybe not ever,
but I won't ask for anything else for at least, like, a week.
- Sure. Where and when? - Here and now.
McGEE: Boss. There is a young woman here waiting to see you.
I sent her to the lounge.
- Name? - Maddie Tyler.
- About? - Twenty-two, 23.
Sorry. Uh, personal. She wouldn't say.
ABBY: Gibbs.
[SHUTTER CLICKS]
It's for my cell phone.
So when Gibbs calls, his face will appear.
And I'll know it's him. See?
Nice print.
[GROANS]
Oh, hi.
Special Agent Gibbs.
I know. I mean, I remember.
But you probably don't. I'm Maddie. Maddie Tyler.
It's been a long time.
I used to come over to your house.
I was Kelly's best friend.
Or I mean, at least I remember myself being her best friend.
I like to think she thought so too.
- You lived on base? - Marine brat.
My dad was an officer.
I remember.
A good man.
He retired. Moved back to Oakland.
Died a couple years ago.
I'm finishing my degree at Georgetown.
Science.
I guess you're wondering why I'm here.
This is gonna sound so stupid. I can't believe I'm...
I need some help.
And you're the only person I know who--
- Problems? - Guy problems.
Crazy-guy problems.
I went on a couple dates with him about 18 months ago.
He's a Marine. Went to Iraq. Just got back a week ago.
He came to see me, you know, wanted to get things started again.
But, I mean, there is nothing to start
because nothing had ever gotten started.
I tried to explain that, but he kept insisting.
He was desperate to move in with me.
And when I said no, it wasn't what he wanted to hear.
He's stalking you?
Did you report him to the police?
They said there's nothing they can do. It's only been a week.
He threaten you?
He hurt you?
I don't think he meant to.
He just kind of grabbed me. But he's really freaking me out.
- What's this Marine's name? - Rudi Haas.
- Where do I find him? - Outside my house.
ABBY: Cute.
Pretty.
- Tony. TONY: Ha-ha. That's the best yet.
Boss.
[SHUTTER CLICKS]
Oh, I didn't know you were--
Sorry, Gibbs.
Agent Gibbs, we need to talk
about the latest East African threat assessments.
When you've got a moment.
- Know her? - Wish I could say I did.
- Maddie Tyler. - Who is?
ABBY: Ask McGee. - Said it was personal.
- New girlfriend? - Too young.
- Not a redhead. - Niece?
Nice, McGeek. McGoogle.
- Her name. - Oh, I can do you one better.
MySpace.
[MUSIC PLAYS OVER COMPUTER]
Well, she has an eclectic taste in music.
Everything from Yo-Yo Ma to Metallica.
Lots of friends. College kids, mainly. And one from her childhood.
"My first and still my best friend, Kelly.
Forever in my memory."
- Gibbs' daughter was named Kelly. - One and the same.
Mystery solved.
That's his car.
Hey, Mads. I was just looking for you, babe.
- Look-- Hey. - Hey.
Who are you? Is this your old man?
She does not want to see you.
That means you're not gonna come back.
You're not gonna call her.
You're not gonna drive down her street.
- Do I need to say it again? - No.
[MUSIC PLAYS OVER SPEAKERS]
It's around here somewhere. Do you want some more coffee?
Nope. I'm fine.
Soon as I graduate, I am moving back to Oakland.
This place is such a pigsty.
There's this really great animal hospital there.
They offered me a job in the lab.
Just a general practise.
Eventually, I plan to specialise in horses.
Kelly and I were both crazy about horses. Oh, here it is.
Can't remember who took that photo.
[GIRLS LAUGHING]
I did.
I never did find out what was so funny.
She never told you?
Sorry.
I shipped out to Iraq that month.
They followed me all the way to Pendleton.
Last time I saw them.
It was a time capsule.
We'd filled this toy suitcase with all of our treasures.
Kelly's, mostly. And buried it in your backyard.
We were sitting on it.
I never stopped crying.
I still think about her after all these years.
Wonder what she'd be like.
Like you.
Here. You should have--
- You should have this. - No. No, that's your memory.
Our memory.
I should be going. Thanks for the coffee.
That bad, huh?
I really can't thank you enough.
You got my number. If he comes back, call me.
And you keep this locked.
[RUDl SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY]
Just-- I gotta go.
McGEE: Marine Sergeant Rudi M. Haas.
Works in Logistics. Currently on a 30-day leave
after returning from Iraq eight days ago.
- Service record? - Clean.
- Eight years in. McGEE: Prior to that,
- grew up in Chicago. GIBBS: State and local police.
- See if he's got a record. - Why do we need to know?
Are we opening an investigation into Sergeant Haas?
Background check.
- On what grounds? - Stalking.
The young woman that was in this afternoon?
- Did she file a complaint? - No.
Is this personal, Jethro?
If you're asking do I know her, the answer's yes.
Is it personal?
No.
Do it.
- She knew. - Reads Gibbs like a book.
Short read. Not a lot of dialogue.
- Your kind of book. - You suggesting I don't read?
I think she's suggesting you only look at the pictures, Tony.
A picture paints a thousand words, McGee.
And in your case, most are the names of female body parts.
I'll have you know that since 1981,
I have been a loyal subscriber to National Geographic magazine.
Some serious picture-gazing right there.
- So how did she know? - Women's intuition.
Do you have that? Forget I asked that question.
The director could see Gibbs was preoccupied with something
and she saw him with the girl.
Sounds more like male logic than women's intuition.
- Either way, she's worried about him. - The question is, should we be?
[CLANKS]
[GIBBS SINGING "HUSH, LITTLE BABY" IN VOICE-OVER]
KELLY: Pony.
[GIBBS & KELLY SINGING "HUSH, LITTLE BABY"]
[LAUGHING]
Don't go, Daddy, please. Please don't go.
[PHONE RINGING]
- Yeah, Gibbs. MADDIE: Jethro, he's back.
MADDIE: No! MAN: Get in the car.
MADDIE: No, I'm not going with you. MAN: Get in the car.
- Shut up. - No. Somebody help!
Somebody!
- DiNozzo. - BOLO's out on Haas' car.
His photograph and details are on their way to Metro Police.
- Need her photo too. McGEE: Abby's got one.
From when she was trying to take yours earlier.
- Ziva, you wanna call Abby? GIBBS: Haas' current address.
McGEE: Assigned to Quantico as an enlisted trainer,
but he hasn't reported in there since he got back from Iraq.
Gotta be staying somewhere.
- No known relatives in the D.C. area. - Friends then.
I want the address of every place he's ever lived.
I'm working on it, boss.
- Her cell phone? McGEE:Switched off.
- His? - Also switched off.
I'm trying to access his recent calls now.
- And? - And I've-- Well, I've only just started.
You were going to brief me, weren't you?
She called me. I got there. The place was trashed.
I saw her being pushed into Haas' SUV.
- You identified him? - I identified his car.
So you didn't actually see Sergeant Haas abducting her.
Maybe it was someone else.
- Well, it must have been Haas driving. - Could have been driving.
- Best guess. - What else do we know about him?
Haas turned down Uncle Sam's offer to re-enlist last month.
Sixty days, he'll be a former Marine.
- Last deployment? - Logistics.
Worked out of the Green Zone in Baghdad.
Everything Marine going to or coming from Iraq
- channelled through his department. - Desk jockey.
[COMPUTER BEEPS]
Oh, got his phone records.
Moderate usage.
- Recurring numbers? McGEE: There's a few.
Fifteen calls in the last eight days
to a landline in the name of Maddie Tyler.
JEN: Others?
McGEE: Five incoming from a company here in D.C.
The first call he received when he got back from Iraq
and the last call he got before he switched off his phone.
JEN: "Bordais Security Solutions."
BSS. Small-sized security firm.
With a contract in Iraq. Marine today, mercenary tomorrow.
Filthy rich the day after. Looks like Haas was being headhunted.
I need a name, McGee.
McGEE: CEO is a retired Army major, Max Bordais.
Ours is a small company, Agent Gibbs.
Less than 100 employees, the majority of whom are in Iraq.
- And doing what? - Protection details for various VIPs.
Haas doesn't seem like the highly trained soldier
your company would hire. He's a paper pusher.
And from what I've been told, no one pushes paper better.
GIBBS: Signed him up? - Made him a generous offer.
GIBBS: And? - He passed.
- Did he say why? BORDAIS: No.
Evidently, $1,000 a day wasn't enough.
- A lot of money for a clerk. - Guess he didn't need the money.
Look, I did my homework.
Haas is considered one of the best logistics people in Iraq.
You want it, he'll find it.
You can't get it through channels, you get it through Haas.
That's what they say about him.
A guy like that is worth a dozen of my highly trained soldiers.
- Where is he? BORDAIS: I don't know.
- You're lying. - I only have his cell-phone number.
- Am I under arrest? - No.
- Where is he? - Agent Gibbs.
I only talked to him on the phone. He didn't wanna meet me.
He made it clear he wasn't looking for a job.
Now, if you're not going to arrest me, I'm walking out of here.
Nicely handled, Jethro.
You're right. He's holding something back.
Then again, he's not the only one, is he?
- You said you knew her. - Family friend.
- When? - A long time ago.
- How long? Five years? Ten years? - Fifteen.
Are we done here?
Gibbs, I e-mailed Maddie's photo to state and local police.
I printed you one too. I cropped you out of the one that I e-mailed.
I just thought that maybe you would want a copy of the original.
She was Kelly's friend, wasn't she?
We're gonna find her, Gibbs. I know it.
TONY: Boss, you might wanna see this.
- McGeek got something. - I plotted all the cell-phone calls
Haas received or made in the last eight days.
Most were made from his car as he was driving.
The signal passed from tower to tower, which doesn't help us.
But three of the calls were made from the same location
using the same tower each time.
Now, given the range and signal strength,
it could only have been made from this four-block radius.
GIBBS: A lot of real estate, McGee. TONY: Until you add what I found.
Only job Haas ever had in D.C. was in the six months
before he joined the Marines.
He worked as a watchman at a clothing factory.
Lived on-site. Factory closed three years ago.
Puts him right in the zone.
[JOHNNY CASH'S "BIG RIVER" PLAYS OVER SPEAKER]
Do you hear that?
[MUSIC STOPS]
[FLIES BUZZING]
Flies.
[ELEVATOR CREAKING]
TONY: Guess we found Haas.
Not quite a stairway to heaven.
Perhaps an elevator to a less compelling place.
- This is he, I take it? - Yeah. Rudi Haas.
DUCKY:Yes, well, when we're confronted with crucifixion,
we immediately think of the Romans.
But it was used as a form of execution long before them
by the Egyptians and the Greeks, and after them, by the Persians.
And then, of course, the Japanese.
Hey, doc, I don't got a lot of time on this.
Yes, I understand, Jethro.
Obviously, at first blush, the uninitiated would pounce upon the theory
that he was involved in some sort of macabre or perhaps demonic ritual.
But we are not so quick to draw such an easy conclusion,
are we, Timothy?
Numerous cuts and nicks on his torso and face
and significant bruising of the left arm.
The colouration indicates that this bruise predates
these more recent wounds.
Yes, someone gripped him, vice-like, and squeezed.
Oh, yeah. That would have been me, Duck.
I'll go see how the others are doing.
No, Jethro. I think in this case there is a totally mundane
though no less sickening reason that he was nailed to the floor.
They didn't want him to struggle while they tortured him.
- Time of death? - Well, now, that is another problem.
Well, not for me, but for you. Rigor is fully set.
He's as stiff as the boards to which he is nailed,
indicating a time of death at least 12 hours ago.
I'm afraid Sergeant Haas was already long dead
when Maddie Tyler was abducted.
Guy comes back from Iraq, starts stalking a girl he barely knows,
trashes her apartment and then abducts her?
- He didn't abduct her. - He didn't abduct her?
Already dead. Tortured first.
- He gave them Maddie's address. ZIVA: They trashed her apartment.
They did not find what they were looking for.
So they abducted her, whoever they are.
- She must know something. - Or have something they want.
McGee.
It's a GPS locator, boss. Real-time. Wired into the radio.
I think our stalker was being stalked.
You're always welcome down here, Jethro, but I've barely started.
I'll take whatever you got.
Well, nothing confirmed at this point.
No fatal wounds
and there was very little blood loss at the scene.
So we can rule out stabbing, bludgeoning and gunshots.
No signs of strangulation.
There does appear to be some petechial haemorrhaging,
which suggests asph*ia.
Someone could have smothered him
with a pillow or clamped a hand over his nose and mouth.
Jethro,
she was abducted more than six hours ago.
Your point?
Look, there's a strong possibility that--
Look, if I have to explain it, perhaps you are too close to this.
What else?
Swelling of his face.
And then there are these lumps and bumps.
- Could be hives. GIBBS: Allergic reaction?
Wait a minute. It could be anaphylactic shock.
Yes, the most severe form of anaphylaxis
occurs when an allergic response triggers the release
of large quantities of immunological mediators.
This leads to systemic vasodilation. Yes, my suspicions were correct.
His air passages are all closed up. Oh, probably dead within minutes.
- Allergic to what? - Seafood.
And he wouldn't have to have eaten any of it.
Merely coming into contact with it would have caused his demise.
Jethro, just who are you trying to save?
I look at her, I see Kelly, Duck. How it should have been.
Jethro, be careful. Don't let your--
Some things just can't be undone.
I wasn't there then.
I am now.
I don't wanna see you because I don't have anything yet.
Working as fast as I can. You know how fast that is.
Nobody's faster than me. I'm the master of faster, normally.
But there's nothing normal about this. Do you have my things?
Yes, his clothes and the nails.
We're gonna find her, Gibbs.
We're gonna find her. You believe that, right?
Don't answer that. Forget I asked. Just--
Okay.
I need all of you to get out of my lab. Let me do my thing.
I have all these samples to test,
and Major MassSpec is gonna blow up in protest
if I don't blow up first.
Sorry. This isn't my lab.
I'm gonna go.
A high-end item, like a GPS locator,
I figured the manufacturer would keep a record of who it was sold to.
Cross-checked the serial number against their records.
Look who I found.
- Makes Maxie Bordais a big fat liar. - And a suspect. Bring him in.
Soldier of fortune is about to become a soldier of misfortune.
Dogs of war are about to taste the hair of the dogs.
Heh.
Do you think she's alive?
After what they did to Haas, maybe it would be best if she was not.
Showtime.
Is this your subtle way of sending me a message, director?
Nothing subtle about it, Mr. Bordais.
You're now officially a suspect in this murder investigation.
Want to explain that?
GPS locator. Real-time tracking of target vehicles.
- Bought by your company. - Found in Haas' car.
Operational.
Wait for it. Wait for it.
I need to make a phone call.
Some of these guys are so predictable. First sign of pressure, and they cave.
Could see that coming a mile away.
A lawyer is not going to help you now.
I'm not calling a lawyer.
I'm calling the Pentagon.
Like I said, hair of the dogs.
I was assigned as a special investigator with SIGIR.
I take it you've heard of us?
Special Inspector General for Iraqi Reconstruction.
As I'm sure you're aware,
SIGIR was established to audit funds allocated to the rebuilding of Iraq.
Unfortunately, substantial amounts of that money are unaccounted for.
I heard $8 billion in cash. One-hundred-dollar notes.
Planeloads of them.
No one denies mistakes were made, director.
We're doing the best we can to recover the money
to return it to the Iraqi people.
What's that got to do with Haas?
Two of my employees were suspected of stealing $4 million
from a vault in Baghdad three years ago.
Names?
BORDAIS: Danny Coyle, Brian Judd. Both ex-Army.
MADDIE: Let go of me! MAN: Get in the car.
- Shut up. - Somebody help!
Somebody help!
BORDAIS: While we suspected them, we never found the money.
Until two weeks ago.
It had never left Iraq. Couldn't move it.
They approached Sergeant Haas
and he found a way to smuggle the money out of the country.
- But it appears he got greedy. - No honour among thieves.
Sergeant Haas is the only one who knows how the money's being shipped.
His tour was up. He didn't have a lot of time to organise it.
We think just a few days.
- You were tracking him via GPS? RADCLIFFE: Yes.
And Coyle and Judd?
Until they switched cars 24 hours ago.
We know the money has arrived.
We just have no idea how or where Haas is planning to collect it.
- You know where they are? - No.
GIBBS: You said you were tracking them.
Were tracking them.
- As I said, we lost them. - Compromised?
- We don't believe so. - They're very good at what they do.
Taking countermeasures, changing cars.
Only turning on cell phones to check messages.
- They abducted a girl this morning. - We know.
You know?
Our surveillance was breaking down
and we were waiting for more manpower.
You saw it happen.
We couldn't have stopped it, Agent Gibbs,
and I resent the suggestion that we placed this operation
ahead of the life of that woman.
- Where'd you lose them? Where? - I don't have to share that.
- Agent Gibbs. - In her apartment? In the street?
The next block? The next suburb?
- Where exactly did you lose them? - Enough, Agent Gibbs.
- I think we're done here. - The hell we are.
NCIS is conducting an investigation
into the murder of a United States Marine.
And I can assure you, I will bring down the full weight of this service
if you do not give me your utmost cooperation.
Do I make myself understood?
Yes, ma'am.
Now, where exactly did you lose them, colonel?
- Hey, DiNozzo. - Boss.
- Abby gets something, you handle it. - No problem. Call you right away.
- That what I said, DiNozzo? - I'll handle it.
Jethro.
They think Coyle and Judd might be somewhere
down in the old dock district.
Tell DiNozzo.
JEN: Tony. - Director.
JEN: Any idea where he's going? TONY: No.
Hazard a guess?
Well, he took his badge and his gun. Maybe he's gonna shoot someone.
Oh, boy.
[LINE RINGING]
MAN [ON RECORDING]: Leave a message. I'll call you back.
[BEEPS]
You want your money, call me back.
TONY: This is ground control to Major Tom.
- Is anybody out there? - What?
Oh, I'm just checking.
You've been staring into space for the last hour.
Even on the McGeek-o-scale, that's cause for concern.
It's been five minutes, not an hour.
And I'm not staring into space. I'm staring at the plasma.
TONY: Calling Gibbs? - He did not pick up.
TONY: Worried about him? ZIVA: Are you?
You be worried about him. I'll be tentatively troubled.
Privately perturbed. Fleetingly flustered.
ZIVA: Have you called him?
TONY: I would have to be deeply discombobulated
to even think of calling him.
Okay, McTim, you win. What are we looking at?
What do you see?
It's an iceberg, and we're headed right for it.
More like the 4-million-dollar tip of an 8-billion-dollar iceberg.
Forget the $4 million. I'd settle for finding Maddie.
I'm trying to figure out where she fits.
She doesn't.
For her to have been abducted, they must think she has the money.
Or can lead them to the money.
If she can, she doesn't know. She would have told Gibbs.
Maybe she doesn't know she knows.
Sergeant Haas comes back from Iraq and the first thing he does
is try to move in with a girl he's dated twice.
- Why? - He's a man.
What does she have that he does not?
- A bed. - A room.
- A place for Haas to stay. - He had a room at Quantico.
So, what does her apartment have that Quantico doesn't?
Privacy.
- No guardhouse. - No car searches.
A street address.
Her apartment has a street address, which means mail delivery.
How long does it take a letter to get here from Iraq?
A week. Give or take a day or two. He's from Chicago. No family here.
No delivery address.
He wasn't stalking her. He was hanging out to check the mail.
Get down to her apartment. Find the mailman.
- He figured it out. - And he didn't tell us.
You call him?
- You? - Yeah, he didn't pick up.
[LAUGHING]
[GIBBS SINGING "HUSH, LITTLE BABY"]
Don't go, Daddy. Please, please, please don't go.
MADDIE: Still think about her after all these years.
Wonder what she'd be like.
Like you.
MAN: Excuse me.
Got a registered letter for Rudi Haas.
I need to see some ID.
Mm. Don't wanna know.
There he is.
ZIVA: Excuse me. - Yeah.
NCIS. We're trying to locate a letter addressed to Sergeant Rudi Haas.
MAILMAN: Just delivered. ZIVA: Okay. Thank you.
- How long? ZIVA: Five minutes.
He signed for a letter.
It appears Haas shipped the money out of Iraq
as the personal effects of a dead Marine.
Gibbs must have the receipt. Gone to collect them.
Find him, Ziva.
- He beat us to it. - Abby. She's caught a fish.
ABBY: Atlantic bluefin tuna. These pallet nails were sticky with it.
The fish oil gets caught in the spiral shank of the nails.
It dries, it gets gucky. The more oil, the more gucky.
So there's just layer after layer after layer of guck.
When they whacked these into his hands,
they were like poison darts.
- How common is bluefin tuna? - I checked with the fishing authorities.
There's very few places that handle it in D.C.
Most are at the Maine Avenue Fish Market.
- That's too crowded. - So that leaves us with...
Southwestern Marine. It's down by the old dock.
There was an exporting company there.
It closed down a couple years ago.
- Exporting what? - Guck.
I'll get McGee and Ziva to meet you there.
- Abby? - Has anybody heard from Gibbs?
- No. - I called him and he didn't pick up.
He always picks up.
Good work, Abby.
All right.
[PHONE RINGS]
- Yeah. MAN: You got it?
GIBBS: I got it. - All right, bring it to us.
- Where? - Southwestern Marine.
Main storage building. And make sure it's just you.
On my way.
- You okay? - I'm so sorry.
- You her father? - It make a difference if I am?
- Not to me. JUDD: Arms up.
Spread them.
He's clean.
Haas said there were two bags.
GIBBS: Other one's in the trunk of my car.
Yeah, it's good.
You get the key as I get Maddie.
- Where's the car? - Downtown parking lot.
I caught a cab.
Then you'd better find another cab and go get it.
Get it yourself.
[GRUNTING]
GIBBS: Run. In the car, car.
KELLY: It's okay, Daddy.
It's okay.
Go back, Daddy. Go back. It's okay.
I love you, Daddy. Love you. I love you, Daddy.