WOMAN (recorded): I'd like to order roses, a dozen.
Just put: "I had a great time last night" on the card.
Don't sign it. Actually, is there anyway to get someone
to put a lipstick kiss on the gift card? (machine beeps)
That sounds interesting.
More like contagious.
She sends almost one a week--
each time to a different guy.
Is that the last one?
I'm itching to get going tonight.
Rough day at work-- I need to burn off some steam.
Just one more.
MAN (recorded): Hi. I'm calling to order flowers
for a funeral.
I just need something simple on the card.
Hope it's not "I had a great time last night."
Just put: "Did you and your friend think
I wouldn't find you, Murphy? Told you I'd get you
when you least expected it."
(answering machine beeps)
If that's a joke...
(gunshots)
♪ NCIS 9x15 ♪ Secrets Original Air Date on February 14, 2012
== sync, corrected by elderman ==
♪
(grumbling in Hebrew)
- Sorry... ZIVA: Unbelievable!
You finally saw The Crying Game?
- No! I got a speeding ticket. - Ooh.
You know what that means, McGee?
The system works. I was barely going
over the limit.
Let me see.
It says you were doing 80 in a 40.
Not the entire time.
You tell him you're a federal agent?
- Excuse me? - Well, sometimes,
if they know, they look the other way.
"Oh, that's not my wallet."
- Wait. You do that often? - With one notable exception.
I haven't gotten a speeding ticket in 17 years.
It's a gray area.
Sometimes I even get
my donuts and coffee for free.
I do not think Gibbs would approve.
What Gibbs doesn't know won't hurt him.
What don't I know, DiNozzo?
Um, Ziva got a speeding ticket.
And I... sometimes get coffee for free.
But I tip big.
All right, let's have it.
(smacks)
GIBBS: Let's go. Dead navy captain.
Do you ever get the feeling that
he enjoys being smacked in the head?
I'd rather not think about it.
Two shots.
Yep. They must have made some noise.
They did.
Several, uh, witnesses heard the gunshots.
Found the brass in the street.
No one called the police?
Gunshots aren't exactly news
in the this neighborhood, Ziva.
Cleaning lady found the body.
She called the cops, they called us.
Safe's picked.
What are these? Fingernails?
Somebody was nervous about something.
Sorry I was late.
Been waiting for Mr. Palmer to return from an errand.
I had to leave without him. What errand?
(rolls R's): Brrrreena called.
The wedding caterer they planned on using
had gone out of business.
The sobs almost woke the dead.
She pretty upset?
She wasn't the one crying.
(chuckles)
What do we have here?
Well, over here, you got Captain Jack Wallace and,
of course, our friend here is Dexter Murphy.
Looks like an open-and-shut robbery.
- Do I suspect a "but"? - Uh, but this.
(beeps)
MAN (recorded): Hi. I'm calling to order flowers
for a funeral.
I just need something simple on the card.
Just put: "Did you and your friend think I wouldn't
find you, Murphy? Told you I'd get you
when you least expected it.
(answering machine beeps) A man of his word.
Yeah.
So I can see.
The preliminary cause of death is obvious,
but I think I will...
reserve judgment.
DUCKY: What do we have here? - Duck.
TONY: Holy undergarments, Duckman.
Is that what I think it is?
(camera shutter clicks)
McGEE: His name is Captain Jack Wallace.
He's a decorated Iraq veteran, and he's also
a Real-Life Superhero.
- A what? - That's what they're called.
- By who? - By themselves.
They don't claim to have actual superpowers.
Right, 'cause that would be weird.
No, they're really just community activists.
They put on costumes and do neighborhood watches,
community service, sometimes even fund-raising.
McGEE: Pretty cool, huh? - Hey, do they do birthday parties?
Neighborhood watches were Solanum's specialty.
- Who? - Dexter Murphy,
the store owner-- his Superhero name was Solanum.
Captain Wallace went by Captain Code.
His specialty: building-code violations.
I found them registered at EarthSuperHeroUnion.com
They have a Web site, too?
Oh, there's Web sites, there's community groups,
there's even talk of creating a sanctioning body,
like the NBA.
Of course, being an RLSH can be dangerous, too.
Especially if you're getting involved with the criminal stuff--
going after
graffiti taggers, muggers.
So, when these guys get in trouble, they call the cops?
Some do, some don't.
ZIVA: So, they're like vigilantes.
TONY: Nerd vigilantes.
Question is, did it get them killed?
The voice mail clearly indicates the killer
was seeking revenge.
For what?
The phone records.
A commanding officer. E-mails, G-mails, Twitter.
So, do we have a deal or not, Ms. Miller?
Well, that's gonna depend on your agent.
That doesn't sound good.
Agent Gibbs,
I'd like you to meet... - Still working
for the Evening Tribune? - The Globe.
You two know each other?
Oh, please tell me that you weren't married.
No.
But we go back.
Oh, good.
That should make things easier.
Or worse.
I'll manage. Shall we?
Captain Wallace called me
at my paper two days ago, wanted to meet.
- About what? - Wouldn't say.
But that superhero costume sure says something.
- I didn't tell her. - I am a reporter, remember?
So, what's the story?
VANCE: Wallace ran a classified program
out of the Department of Energy,
securing rogue nuclear materials in hot-spot areas.
There's a big demand for old Soviet uranium.
File's classified, Leon.
That file is hers. It's not mine.
Reporter.
Press is gonna have a field day with this one.
I'm sure you can imagine the headline.
Hmm.
"Navy officer in charge of nukes
found dead in superhero costume."
Wordy, but I like it.
I don't.
However,
Ms. Miller has agreed to hold off
till you conduct your investigation.
MILLER: Your director hopes that you'll find something
that paints things in a more, shall we say, favorable light.
In exchange for first dibs on any info we do uncover.
Oh, plus a liaison from NCIS to keep me in the loop.
VANCE: And you're that liaison, Agent Gibbs.
I trust that you'll handle the matter professionally.
Oh, my God!
Abby, do you mind if I hide down here?
(yowls) McGee is driving me crazy with all...
(hisses)
What's new, pussycat?
I guess you heard.
Um, about the Real- Life Superheroes?
Hello! I've been trying to meet
Catatonic for, like, months.
He rescues animals, mostly cats.
And he's like a rock star
in the shelter community.
Right now we need a rock star in the forensic community.
I am making some progress on the chewed fingernails
that you found at the safe.
Maybe, like, some...
some nervous murderer trying to pick a lock
I'm running the DNA now, but...
my big find was online.
I noticed this insignia, and it looked familiar.
And then I remembered where I knew it from.
There was a bar fight uploaded to CyberVid
six months ago.
I don't want any trouble! You don't want any trouble?
No! Too bad 'cause you found it!
No, punk, you found it! Let him go!
Hey, man, let go of me, you freak!
(macing) (screaming)
(screaming continues)
Wallace and Murphy stopped the bad guy.
Yay! So, the video went viral,
and they became local heroes.
The drunk idiot... Looks like a drunk idiot.
Maybe he's holding a grudge.
You got an I.D.?
Well, I haven't had any hits on facial recognition.
So, who shot this video?
It was uploaded by a user called ICU.
Had trouble tracking that back to an actual person.
Whoever did this went to a lot of trouble
to keep his identity hidden.
Keep looking.
(meows)
(gasps)
There you are.
Ha! Yeah.
Wow.
There you are.
What are you doing there?
Agent Gibbs assigned you to be my liaison on the Wallace case.
Oh.
What do you mean, "liaison"?
You're a reporter now.
We don't... liaise with reporters.
You do now. (chuckles)
Gibbs didn't say anything to me about this.
ABBY: Hey, Tony, Tony, Tony!
Gibbs wanted me to tell you that...
Oh. Hello.
Hi.
So...
what do we do now?
Well, I'm not happy about it, either, Tony,
but I expect you to be professional.
Always.
It's not like we're enemies.
Exactly. I did invite you to Christmas brunch,
and at one point in our lives, we were engaged to be married.
(gasps)
ABBY: Meow.
Hi... again.
I'm Abby.
Wendy.
Wendy!
Wendy the ex-fiancée.
(shutter clicks)
ZIVA: McGee, here they come, here they come!
McGEE: Hold on...
Boss! Can I talk to you for a second?
Uh, Wendy, conference room is just through that door,
there at the end. Thanks.
I'm Wendy's liaison? What were you thinking?
You were there when it went south. I c...
Sorry.
(awkward chuckle)
(quietly): Sorry.
(sighs)
(click, beep)
Aren't we professional.
That's what we are.
Okay, let's start with the basics.
Have you ever spoken with Wallace before?
No.
Have any idea what his call was about?
Nope.
Why'd you invite me to Christmas brunch?
Thought it might be nice to see you.
I may have been wrong.
- My turn. - Your turn what?
I get to ask some questions.
That's my deal with Vance.
Does Captain Wallace have a history of mental illness?
No.
Was the navy aware that he was moonlighting as a... Superhero?
No.
Since when did you start wearing thousand-dollar suits?
Since when did you stop teaching four-year-olds how to sing
"Puff the Magic Dragon" and start channeling Lois Lane?
People change.
Yes, they do.
I wasn't wrong.
It is nice to see you.
(sighs)
It's nice to see you, too.
Mm. (murmuring at door)
(Ziva grunts)
Come on. I invented that.
Well, we just wanted to let you know
that Abby's still unable to identify the user
who uploaded that fight video.
Oh.
Gibbs wants us to canvas the neighborhood.
See if anyone knows who the drunk idiot is.
Oh, I don't know him, but that video
was shot by a man name Clarence Tobett.
Local trust-fund baby,
runs an anti-gang outreach program.
Reporter. Reporter.
WENDY: He's always calling the paper,
trying to drum up publicity.
Thank you.
Hm. Let me know what you find.
She is cute.
Stop it.
ZIVA: Your ex-fiancée's really cute.
But I would expect no less.
Must be strange seeing her again after all these years, huh?
Especially with her divorced?
(chuckles)
Almost as strange as you not talking.
I'm working. You should try it. Thank you.
(grunting)
Clarence Tobett?
Who wants to know?
NCIS!
We're looking for the man who shot this video.
(grunts)
(indistinct shouting and yelling on video clip)
How'd you find me?
I work very hard to keep my true identity a secret.
(grunting) Oh, snap!
You're one of them!
If you mean Real-Life Superhero, then, yes.
(yells)
Let me guess. ICU?
That's right, 'cause that's where you go
if you mess with me.
(yells)
Since we're... (beep)
coworkers,
you will have my complete cooperation.
Yes, I shot the video.
I came upon the fight when I was out on bait patrol.
Bait patrol?
Yes, it's a standard crime-fighting tactic.
One of us... No, no, no, no, no, no.
...acts as bait, and waits
for someone to cause trouble.
When they do, we give it to them. (yells)
MAN: Clarence! Oh!
What did I tell you about borrowing Tom?
I... No!
No, no, no!
Miss Peyton said you're from NCIS.
What did he do now?
Nothing, Dad.
In fact, if you'll excuse us, this is business.
No, no. Business is what I do.
I buy real estate, you just take it up.
Acting like you're five, instead of 25!
What did he do?
Oh, he was actually helping us identify someone.
I remember him.
I don't have a name,
but I got his license plate when he fled.
Well, some of it.
All right, I've heard enough. No more Tom!
The guy's got a Bronze Star, for Pete's sake.
He's a real hero.
He's just pissed because I refuse
to go into the family business.
I can relate.
Clarence?
- Clarence! - What?
- License plate? - Oh.
Three numbers.
I guess super memory isn't one of your superpowers.
Make all the fun you want, but what I do is important.
I talked a kid out of a gang just last week.
I know the costumes seem silly, but they're just a gimmick.
They help defuse tense situations.
Look, I don't know Captain Code's true identity.
It's best that we keep them secret, even from each other,
but I did hear a rumor that something happened to him.
I don't know if this helps you, but
he had mentioned that he was onto something.
He didn't say what, but it...
had him worried.
Here's my card.
I have T-shirts, too,
if you want them.
Thank you. Thank you.
Mm-hmm.
(sighs)
DUCKY: We had our own real-life superhero in my youth.
He called himself "The Fox," one of the first environmentalists.
Once, he collected 50 gallons of sewage
that was destroying a lake, broke into the...
the offending corporation's offices,
and dumped it in their lobby.
(wry chuckle)
Every child fantasizes about growing up
and becoming a superhero,
but you actually did it.
Impressive.
Not the word I would have chosen, Duck.
What do you got?
Uh, I think we can assume that both victims
died of their gunshot wounds.
Not surprised.
Yeah, well, the surprise came
from the number of injuries I found on Captain Wallace.
He broke his jaw twice.
He has scars from numerous knife wounds
and even has a bullet graze.
Doing a little street fighting.
Yeah, well, presumably.
He took his role as a vigilante quite seriously.
Come on, Duck. (chuckles)
I take it, you do not approve?
Duck, it's not their job.
They could get hurt.
Jethro, most of them already have been.
Aside from their-their love of comic books,
what most of these crime-fighters have in common
is being victims of violent crime themselves.
Or abuse or tragedy.
I mean, take a look at Captain Wallace.
His wife died in childbirth.
And then, his daughter died
when a balcony collapsed in a shopping mall.
McGee said his specialty was building-code violations.
Well, hardly a coincidence.
Whereas others might have succumbed to depression or...
or drug abuse, these men and women have channeled their angst
into something positive.
Who's to judge?
Though the one thing I might judge you on
is your choice of Tony as liaison to the press.
What are you up to, Jethro? (elevator bell dings)
Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.
You can all hold your applause.
For what are we not applauding?
I got a hit on the DNA from the flower-shop safe.
McGEE: His name is Felix Quintero.
He was a small-time hood
but seems to have cleaned up his act.
So, what's he doing now?
McGEE: You're gonna love this.
Locksmith.
His license plate matches the partial you got from ICU.
Looks like he's our drunk idiot.
Pick him up.
On it.
(tires squealing)
This case may be wrapping up soon.
You will be free from your ex.
I'm fine, Ziva.
(tires screeching) You do not seem fine.
You seem... pensive.
It's the chili I had for breakfast this morning.
You know, you have never actually told me how
it ended between you two.
(brakes screeching, Ziva groans)
Okay, forget I asked.
We're being followed.
I had a feeling, a pensive one.
U-turn confirmed it.
Let's move.
(tires screeching)
NCIS! Hands on the wheel!
Hey, watch out!
What is going on?
Hi, guys.
Great day for a drive, huh?
What are you doing?
Tracking down a lead.
No, we're tracking down a lead.
You're following us.
What? Is that a crime?
Yes!
- Technically, it is. - Tony.
Look, I am just making sure I'm in the loop.
I told you that I would let you know.
(laughs)
Let's just say you don't have the best track record,
doing the things you say you're gonna do.
Me?! Are you kidding?
(explosion)
(flames crackling)
ZIVA: I'll call the fire department.
Even your car doesn't like you.
I just got that car.
It hasn't had a chance not to like me.
ZIVA: Well, your car may like you, but someone does not.
ABBY: It's a bomb wired into the fuel line,
timed to go off when the car hit 50.
Made out of cardboard.
Yeah, so the evidence would burn in the crash,
but it was a rush job.
Wendy's quick stop
jarred it loose, and the accelerant leaked
onto the fuel block,
making it catch on fire. Lucky for her.
Lucky, Abbs? Someone was trying to kill her.
I'm just trying to be positive.
Hey, maybe it was Tony.
Not positive.
Afraid we got a little more of that.
We found this.
It's Wendy's notes.
From our current case, but there's also some stuff from
old newspaper stories of hers.
Remember she said she didn't know Captain Wallace?
Yeah.
Well, according to her notes,
she's worked with him several times in the past.
ABBY: Which means...
She lied to us.
Miss Miller, I'm only gonna ask you once.
How long did you know Captain Wallace?
I told you, I didn't.
According to your files, he was a source
on three prior news articles of yours.
I am a reporter! These are privileged documents!
You have no right to look through my notes.
TONY: Your notes
are evidence in an attempted murder, Wendy.
Yours.
(sighs)
I was doing an exposé on wasteful military spending.
Wallace was a source.
If I told you I knew him,
you'd figure that out.
Reporters do not reveal their sources, dead or alive.
Is she telling the truth, Agent DiNozzo?
I'm sorry. What?
Just found out about your history with Miss Miller.
And we'll talk about that later.
I figured you might have some incite.
Oh. Um...
Yeah.
She's... she's telling the truth.
Why did Wallace call you before he was killed?
Well, I assumed he had a lead on another story.
But I really don't know.
I-I didn't lie about that.
Well, you obviously know something.
There was an attempt on your life.
I noticed. You got a suspect?
We're staking out his apartment.
Until we find him, we can...
Place me in protective custody.
And keep me as far away from this story as possible?
Forget it.
I got a place to lay low. I'll be fine.
I don't doubt that,, but I'm going to have
to insist on sending an agent
to escort you to your destination.
Agent DiNozzo,
given the circumstances, if you'd like,
I can assign Agent David.
(scoffs) No way in hell.
It's ok. I got it.
WENDY: You thirsty?
Can I get you something to eat?
Not hungry.
Since when are you not hungry?
People get not hungry. It happens.
(laughs) Not to you, it doesn't.
Okay, I can tell.
There is something on your mind.
Are you still pissed at me because I followed you?
No, just curious about something I read in your notes.
Notes that you were not supposed to read.
You were doing a story on a navy contractor.
Your notes said that you needed some inside info.
Two days later, you invited me to a Christmas brunch.
Coincidence? I don't think so.
You didn't want to see me. You wanted to use me.
Squeeze me for some info on your guy.
Do you really believe that?
Tell me I'm wrong.
You're not wrong.
That's not cool.
Well, you blew me off anyway,
and that's not cool.
I haven't seen you in nine years.
We haven't spoken
since the night our engagement ended.
All the more reason to catch up.
You didn't want to catch up.
You were after a story,
like some hard-boiled word-slinger
from a Howard Hawkes movie.
I had a job to do.
Hmm.
What happened to you?
You used to be such a sweet, innocent kid.
Me? What about you?
You used to be a hopeless romantic.
And now you're like George Clooney
from Ocean's Eleven.
You like George Clooney?
I think he's a bit of a cliché.
Hmm.
(exhales)
Golden Flower.
I love it when you wear that.
I know.
Hi, Mom.
Oh, hi! Baby.
Hey. Um...
you remember me telling you about Agent DiNozzo?
He's, uh, going to help take us to Grandma's.
Agent DiNozzo, this is my son, Fred.
Hey, Fred.
WENDY: And his nanny, Tina.
TONY: Hi, Tina.
So, Tina, you think you could help me pack?
We'll be down in a minute.
Yeah. Okay.
Don't take too long.
(chuckling)
Moms, right?
Tina seems nice.
It's a good name.
Tina Turner. Tina Fey.
Hey, you like that Harry Potter?
He's pretty fun,
with his wand and the magic stuff.
If you had to pick, which would you say
is your favorite Harry Potter?
The one where Harry wasn't kissing my mom.
You saw that?
Don't let it happen again.
(awkward chuckle)
(door opens)
(sighs)
Here you go.
Ooh!
I miss anything?
Well, no sign of Quintero.
Man, am I starving.
Umm.
What, you didn't get yourself something?
Not hungry.
Since when are you not hungry?
People get not hungry!
Geez.
(sighs)
Sorry. I just, uh...
I'm just...
Really pensive.
Confused.
Why?
'Cause you made out with your ex-fiancée today?
(laughing): What?
What are you talking about?
Lipstick-- her color.
Oh. Eagle eye, McGee.
So what's the problem?
She's divorced. You're single.
Problem is, been there, done that.
Crash-burn.
That bad?
NTSB's still looking for bodies.
Yeah, what happened?
That's a good question, McGee.
You always ask the good questions.
Okay, so what do you want to happen?
Cue the subject change.
You know, that woman's been standing over there for...
quite some time.
It's pretty cold out.
I'm going to go talk to her.
Hey there.
You have the time?
My watch is on the fritz, and...
Hey.
Where you going? What's the matter with you?
NCIS!
It's no good running away. Come back here!
McGee!
You going somewhere? Ow!
Come on.
(grunts)
(both groaning)
TONY: Guess you never heard of NCIS.
We're cops. Look at our badges.
Oh. There it is.
Look, man, we were just...
Bait patrol.
Yeah, I know. Yeah.
I'm going to arrest all of you.
What? We're... we're coworkers!
Do you see what was on his neck?
McGEE: If you're talking about Soulless's tattoo, yeah.
You guys heard of me? Or should I say
Felix Quintero?
Aw, come on, man.
There's a reason it's called a secret identity.
What are you, in the third grade?
What are you do...?
(sighs) Really?
It's not a secret identity.
That is a good outfit.
(Tony laughing)
(booming over speaker): Thank you, McGee.
All right, let's move.
Ladies and gentlemen of the evidence garage,
I bring you Whipcord.
Spandaxia, looking good.
Hey there, Bolt.
(laughs) Check this out.
(ear-piercing screech) (groans)
Hey, that's not a toy.
It's a sonic diversionary weapon.
SPANDAXIA: Used to disorient the enemy.
You know, we're here to help.
We'd appreciate a little professional courtesy.
You are not professionals.
Hey, boss.
I don't need this.
TONY: Before you judge, just remember,
if things had gone differently,
this could have been McGee.
Where's the suspect?
Oh. Dorneget brought him up to interrogation.
We'll be debriefing these guys in the conference room.
SPANDAXIA: You must be in charge.
I'm Spandaxia.
Boltcutter.
(whip cracks)
Whipcord!
All right.
Hand over the bullwhip
and the bolt cutter before you go upstairs.
TONY: Wow.
Remarkable straight face, boss.
SPANDAXIA: You know, laugh all you want,
but the streets are a dangerous place.
All you do is investigate after something happens.
Since we've been patrolling, crime in our area
is down 50%.
Yeah, we make your job easier.
Actually, Ziva would make our job easier.
Where is she? We could use
a little help with the interviews.
She's bringing in the reporter to see
if she can ID Quintero.
Ziva's alone with Wendy?
That's not good.
ABBY: Are they here? Are they here? Are they here?
(gasps) Whoa.
Real-Life Superheroes.
Can I get a picture with you guys?
Of course.
Come on.
(high-pitched whistling)
Great costume.
Oh.
This isn't my costume.
These are just my... clothes.
(hisses)
(chuckles)
(Ziva and Wendy laughing)
Oh.
See, this I could do without.
I did not know Tony got motion sick.
Well, uh, you would if he wasn't on his meds.
Hi.
So... how's things?
Good. You?
(snorts) Actually, I will...
You know what? I'm going to go.
Because I need to get back to Fred.
Oh, who says hello, by the way.
Hm. I think he likes you.
Hmm.
(sighs)
(chuckles)
Okay, let's hear it.
Hear what?
I'm sure she said something.
Is there something to tell?
(door opening)
Oh.
Oh, I can see you and I are a lot alike.
(sighs)
Both men of action, few words.
(exhales)
Captain Jack Wallace.
Dexter Murphy.
Your DNA was found at the crime scene.
And your voice was on the answering machine
making threats.
You think I'm the killer?
(laughing)
This is nuts!
Why on Earth-616 would I kill
my fellow superheroes?
I don't want any trouble! You don't want any trouble?
No! Too bad 'cause you found it!
No, punk, you found it! Let him go!
Appreciate the honesty.
Actually, that is something Wendy mentioned about you.
That you were one of the most honest people she knew.
Really?
(sighs)
To others.
She said the only person you lie to is yourself.
Which she says you do a lot.
QUINTERO: Huh, well...
(chuckles)
That was awesome.
But you got it all wrong.
That video was staged.
Captain Code and Solanum hired me to fake that attack.
Nobody knew, not even the cameraman.
Why?
Publicity, duh.
They wanted to start their own superhero league.
Everyone's got a league these days;
there's no unity in the community.
That's a great league name.
Unity in the Community.
I like Leavenworth.
Look, they never paid me for the video.
And I didn't know their real names,
so I tracked them down, and I left that message.
Then I came back later to get my money.
Wallace and Murphy were already dead.
Yep.
So, you robbed the place.
Technically, the money I took was mine.
Hey, why do you think I call myself Soulless?
But... I am not a killer.
I was halfway across town when I left that voice mail,
and there's 50 gramass at Toln Retirement Center
that can vouch for me.
I didn't kill anybody.
McGEE: Well, the administrator at the retirement center
confirmed Quintero's alibi.
Soulless does a magic show for the residents on Tuesday nights.
He's not our guy.
TONY: We should look at other superheroes.
Uh, maybe someone was getting jealous
of all the attention Wallace was getting.
Link was the reporter.
Well, I don't know, boss.
I can think of a bunch of other angles.
Okay, the link is the reporter.
Let's keep talking about her.
We know she was working on
several whistle- blower stories
with Wallace.
Well, maybe they blew the wrong whistle.
Or were about to blow a different one.
Wendy said that Wallace called her
the day before he was killed.
Perhaps he was onto something new.
GIBBS: Ziva, talk to his C.O. again.
McGee, get me those old news stories.
I'll put together a file.
DiNozzo.
I know. Go through Wendy's phone records
and talk to every guy she's spoken with
in the last six months.
No. I got that.
Ducky called. Go down, see what he wants.
Thank you, boss.
Hello.
I was expecting Gibbs.
He sent me.
What do you got?
Well, I've been e-mailing a few fellow M.E.s
about our case.
They've provided some pertinent information.
Hard to believe they're so small sometimes.
What's on your mind, Tony?
You sound a little pensive.
I am not pensive!
What is it with everyone and that word?! I...
Sorry.
I'm just...
Would you care to talk about it?
You ever had something terrible happen and then you think
you put it all behind you, but then the terrible comes back
and it's more terrible than it was before?
I'm confused.
So am I.
Tony, it was very clear to me from the very first day
that I met you that you were a man in pain.
(scoffs) I'm sorry, I think you have me
confused with someone else.
No, your pain was as clear to me as Jethro's.
He lost Shannon, the one love of his life,
and you lost faith in yourself for so many reasons.
Jethro coped with his pain by
repeatedly marrying the wrong woman,
thus insuring that ultimately he would be alone
and safe from heartbreak.
You repeatedly chase the wrong woman.
You're alone because you never did, as you just said,
put it all behind you.
When Wendy told me the night before
we were supposed to get married that she was calling it off,
I didn't take it very well.
We hadn't spoken in nine years,
until yesterday.
Well, perhaps fate has given you another chance at closure.
Or something else.
It's not fate, it's Gibbs. (chuckles)
Dude set me up.
What did the M.E. have to say?
Uh, we exchanged notes on
the Real-Life Superhero movement.
It turns out,
one was killed in the next district several months ago.
I did some checking and found another was murdered
sometime before that.
Ergo, either these are the result
of a very dangerous line of work or...
Somebody's killing Superheroes?
Talk to me.
We compiled the case data on the different murders.
Four victims, three crime scenes.
At first, it looks like nothing to see here, folks.
The witnesses said that the first two victims
were killed in the line of duty.
Duty?
Lord of Karma
was shot trying to foil a burglary.
Feverblister was stabbed trying to stop a carjacking.
Very different MO's.
But you noticed a pattern.
And you noticed that we noticed.
And that is why we all get along.
Now, every time you move into a new area with a cell phone,
it pings the local cell tower.
Bottom line, the same cell phone shows up
in each neighborhood where a murder took place.
ABBY: Which means, so does the same person,
at almost the exact same time.
Who?
Our winner is...
(computer chirping)
ABBY: Clarence Tobett!
Aka ICU.
Looks like Tony was right.
Boss, I think he's been killing the competition.
I don't.
You are not going out of this house in that outfit!
Not in the day!
Yes, I am.
As soon as I finish my Mook Yan Chong kata!
No, actually, you're not.
Oh, dear Lord, what did he do now?
We found a cell phone belonging to the murderer.
It's registered in your son's name.
I'm offended by insinuation...
Shut up!
Don't you say one more word.
Call our lawyer.
GIBBS: No, we'll call for you.
Ziva.
Mm-hmm.
Agent Gibbs, I put plenty of people in the ICU,
but I assure you they all deserved...
Shut up!
You didn't put anybody in the ICU.
All you do is
give toys to sick kids in hospitals.
You're pathetic.
(cell phone ringing)
ZIVA: Oops, that's me.
Must have dialed the wrong number.
What number did you dial?
The murderer's.
GIBBS: Ah.
Let me guess.
Company phone?
A company you keep in your son's name
for tax purposes, right?
Don't you say one thing, Tom.
That's actually okay with us,
because you both have the right to remain silent.
(yells)
Not quite the ICU, but...
Works for me.
Nice job.
McGEE: Wayne Tobett was a slumlord.
His specialty was buying cheap buildings in crime-ridden areas.
More crime, the better.
Property values were lowered.
The last thing he needed where he was looking to buy
was a community watch program on steroids.
But that's exactly what the Real-Life Superheroes were.
Crime was down, property values were going up.
They were making a difference.
Sounds like you've had a change of heart.
Good guys are good guys, Leon.
Yeah, bad guys are bad.
Figured they'd go in and kill the Superheroes,
the crime would go up, then they go in and buy cheap.
Why'd they try to blow up the reporter?
Wendy had done a fluff piece on real estate in the DC area.
Agent Gibbs noticed that
the areas where a lot of cheap buying was going on
were the same areas
where Superheroes were being murdered.
Of course he did.
Buyer's Wayne Tobett.
We think he started getting nervous
Wendy would make the same connection we did.
Nice work.
Especially you, Agent Gibbs.
Or should I say Cupid?
It is Valentine's Day, after all.
Boss, what's he talking about?
(chuckles)
(camera clicks)
Hey.
Well... look at you.
When I heard Director Vance was letting you take pictures
of the crime scene, I had to see it to believe it.
Well, when he heard I changed my story from crazy naval officer
to evil slumlord that killed a dedicated community activist,
he got very agreeable.
Mm.
Really like those boots.
Thank you very much.
That's your cue to leave, Bosco.
Thank you, sir.
That guy.
(chuckles)
Look... Look...
(chuckles)
So, I-- Hmm. So...
Maybe we should take turns.
Ladies first.
I lied to you, Tony.
About?
Why I invited you to brunch.
You were wrong; I was not trying to get information for a story.
I invited you because I wanted to see you.
Your turn.
Why?
Uh, because we're taking turns, and now it's your turn.
No, that is not what I meant, and you know it.
You want to know why I left.
I want to know why you said yes to me
when the answer was really no.
I want to know why you waited
until the very last minute to tell me the truth.
But most of all, my runaway bride, I would like to know why.
Well, would it make a difference now?
I mean, if you weren't so sad
and so lonely, you wouldn't even be wondering.
Are...
Sad and lonely?
You have me confused with Bosco.
You like to see my little black e-book?
Show me whatever you'd like,
but it's not gonna change what I see with my own eyes.
You should tell her how you feel, whoever she is.
(chuckles)
A) That's not gonna happen.
B) Get out of my head.
And C) answer the question.
I left because I wasn't ready to meet the one, okay?
And you were the one.
That doesn't make any sense.
Are you sure?
'Cause from what I see,
you've spent the last nine-and-a-half years
avoiding real relationships.
I was just broken first.
Which is why I left my hero cop and married a stockbroker
who cared more about money than people.
I wasn't ready to meet the one when we met, Tony.
But I sent you that invitation because...
I am now.
(chuckles softly)
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