NCIS s12e03 Episode Script

So It Goes

Yes, I'm almost there.
Hmm another half hour.
Everything's going according to plan.
I've been to the Smithsonian, Mount Vernon, and a dreadful abomination called Foamhenge.
If anybody's following me, they'll think I'm just sightseeing.
We're good.
Foamhenge? Yes, it's an actual replica of Stonehenge, except it's all made out of foam.
Pure disaster.
Just when you think you've seen everything Oh, dear.
Burton Moore was born in 1977 in a small town in Wyoming.
He received a BS in geology from the University of Wisconsin.
Then spent almost a decade in the Peace Corps before moving to DC.
Record? He was arrested once.
Oh But for protesting a zoo that was accused of abusing their animals.
Oh! Uh-huh.
We also have his yearly salary, favorite bands, and his political positions on everything from the Middle East to Middle Earth.
Which he's a big fan of, by the way.
I can hang with Middle Earth.
Oh, Code McBlue, Code McBlue, Code McBlue.
It's a purple grommet.
What's going on? Nothing.
That's the park ranger that was here a few weeks ago.
Oh, yeah.
Mmm yeah.
Are these two doing background for you? It totally looks like that, huh? Places of residence, political contributions shoe size-- that's a myth, by the way.
No, it's not.
Size 12.
Abby, you don't have to hide this from me.
I'm not jealous.
I have a girlfriend, remember? Oh, I wasn't worried that you were jealous.
It's the overprotective big brother routine that's getting old.
I'm not not overprotective.
So, I can date him? Absolutely not, you don't know a thing about this guy.
Aside from this totally comprehensive background check.
But that's something you two can get into a lot of trouble for.
Trouble for what? Data in that file is straight from the Internet, Boss.
Yeah, we didn't use a single law enforcement database.
McGee, it's the overprotective big brother routine that's getting old.
Gear up! Got a car blast in Virginia.
You know, he's just really not right for Go.
So, truck driver saw the fire, called 911.
Any witness? Cops found fresh tire tracks over there.
Looks like a second vehicle was parked.
Why didn't they call 911? Um did I get here before you? Got here before us.
What'd we miss? And don't spare the details.
I'm writing an abstract on thermal trauma, and can use some inspiration.
You first, Duck.
Victim appears to be of advanced age.
On first glance, I would say he was ejected from the car in the explosion.
Was he in the Navy? Don't know, still waiting on an e-mail back with the vehicle registration.
Why was NCIS called? 'Cause of this.
Police found it hidden under the spare in the trunk.
Which is probably why it survived.
What is it? Troop deployment orders.
What's he doing with those? I'm sorry, did I get here before you? I got that vehicle information.
It's a rental registered to an Angus Clarke.
Oh, I knew an Angus Clarke growing up.
Yeah, he lived on a beautiful tree-lined street.
Came from a wealthy family in, uh Beaconsfield? Yes.
In fact Six-one-two-three Clifford Avenue.
Duck, who was Angus Clarke? My best friend.
When we were kids, we used to play a game called “What's the Time, Mister Wolf?” You would know it as “tag.
” To say I enjoyed it immensely would be an understatement.
In fact, I don't think I've enjoyed anything as much since.
How long has it been, Duck? Too long.
You don't need to do this.
We can get somebody else.
No, we can't.
When Kate was taken from us, and Director Shepard, Mike Franks their autopsies were all I had left of them.
If I wasn't willing to give up those last moments with them, I'm sure as hell not now.
I already washed the body and logged the superficial wounds.
Thank you.
And I took X-rays, including dental, to verify the identity.
Thank you again.
Doctor, I do have one more question.
What happens when frogs park illegally? Excuse me? Never mind.
I looked up a couple of jokes before you got here.
I thought it might help cheer you up.
It's a thought I'm regretting right now.
What happens when frogs park illegally? They get toad.
Yeah, well, let's start the autopsy.
I couldn't agree more.
Now, wait a minute.
You sure these were taken of him? Yes.
I took 'em myself.
Give me that.
Oh This gentleman has both his original central incisors.
Is that a problem? Angus didn't.
This isn't Angus! His two front teeth were replaced by dental implants after they were knocked out in a fight.
Are you sure? Yes.
I was the one that knocked them out.
Train now arriving on platform five, Platform five The one month, unlimited rides across the continent.
Oh, lucky you.
Well, last thing I'm going to need is your name.
Donnie Mallard, and I'm somewhat in a hurry, sir.
Mallard! Like the Mallard Song of Oxford! Sung once a century at a special ceremony.
I remember when I was a child Sir My father used to talk about the first ceremony, oh, in 1901.
My pass, please.
Led by Cosmo Lang.
Coming through.
Most people don't realize I'm so sorry, sir-- this man's a doctor, and he's needed in surgery immediately.
My apologies, and thank you for the fascinating insight.
Thank you.
Thank you.
Bloody hell.
I thought the old sod would never shut up.
What are you doing here? Well, Father gave me the night off.
Thought I might take you to dinner before you disappear tomorrow.
Ah, I've already eaten.
Oh, dear.
Well, I suppose we'll just have to get plastered then.
Works for me.
So, when do you report for basic training? as I get back from my trip.
So, what I want to know is, why does somebody spend all that time learning to be a doctor, and then he signs up to Royal Army Medical Corps? 'Cause not all of us are set to inherit the family fortune when we grow up.
Speaking of which, gonna have to go past Daddy's hotel.
I left my wallet there.
Forget it.
Forget what? I know what you're up to.
It is as plain as a pikestaff.
What am I up to? You clearly have arranged some sort of surprise going-away party and are trying to lure me to the location knowing full well that I despise surprise parties.
Now, you see, I knew I wouldn't be able to lure you to the hotel, so, um Surprise! You hear the good news? Our victim is not Ducky's best friend.
Well, that's good news for Ducky's best friend.
I was trying to look at the positive.
And the DNA sample that Jimmy gave me.
And, then, hopefully, we can find out whose bestie this guy is.
I was able to identify the source of the explosion.
It's a shell from an AT4 anti-tank weapon.
How's that for overkill? You trace the source, Abbs? I'm trying, but the AT4 is the most common anti-tank weapon in the world.
I did find intrigue, though, on what was left of our victim's car's navigation system.
He programmed NCIS as his destination.
He was coming to the Navy Yard.
Maybe he was returning those classified documents to lost and found or something.
And that's not all he had on him.
The flash drive that we found was corrupted from the heat, but I was able to reconstruct some of the file structures.
Our victim had dossiers on at least three Naval officers.
Like, their photos, and their job descriptions.
All sorts of stuff.
Anything in common? It's not like they were murdered or anything.
Natural causes and accidents.
This guy had a car accident.
And a heart attack, this guy fell off the roof when he was replacing solar attic fan.
I mean, it's weird, right? I mean, I thought I'd have some sort of theory, but I've got nothing.
Except our victim's identity.
I'll take that.
Our victim is Samuel Colpepper.
British national, arrived last week on business.
Customs say he was traveling with this man.
That is Ducky's friend Angus.
Colpepper works for him.
He manages one of the hotels Angus owns.
Apparently, he owns a few.
Ducky's friend still stateside? No.
Flew back to England three days ago.
Colpepper stayed behind a couple of days to do some shopping, judging by his credit card charges.
What were they doing here? Uh, meeting with local businessmen.
That Angus's office.
They gave me a list of names.
But, Gibbs, nobody's heard from Angus since he got back.
UK police are looking for him.
I made a few calls, too.
Colpepper was coming to NCIS.
It's a possibility he was coming to see you.
Duck? Well, I can't imagine why an employee of Angus's would have a list of deceased Navy sailors, some classified material, or why he would be bringing it to me.
We got nothing.
Well, then get something.
Interview all the businessmen Angus and Colpepper met with? On it, boss.
McGee, open up the files again.
And make sure those accidents were really accidents.
On it.
Bi On it.
Pack a bag.
Uh, where am I England; interview Angus as soon as he turns up.
On it.
If he turns up.
Hey, Duck, don't you have some vacation time you haven't used up? I have all of it, in fact.
Thank you.
C-Care for a traveling companion? Took you long enough.
Don't worry.
We'll find your friend.
When was the last time you saw him? Mallard.
You bloody bastard.
My going away party.
All I'm saying is that you ought to be evaluated for sleep apnea.
It's called snoring, okay? And you did your fair share while I was trying to sleep, too.
I do not snore.
Tell that to rows four through 29.
Agent Bishop, Dr.
I recognize you from the old photos.
We spoke on the phone.
Gareth Godfrey, Mr.
Clarke's personal assistant.
Thank you for meeting us.
Has there been any word? I checked in with the local police when we landed.
Nothing new.
We're all worried sick.
It's unlike Mr.
Clarke to disappear like this.
Maybe we can be of some assistance.
Yeah, would it be possible to have a look at his office? I'm afraid that's out of the question-- per Mr.
Clarke, no one is allowed in his office.
No one.
And no exceptions.
However, these are exceptional times.
So we will make one.
My husband is missing.
These people might be able to help.
But Mr.
Clarke would not I have I have divorce papers for him to sign-- if he doesn't turn up, I'll have to wait seven more years.
May I present Margaret Clarke, Mr.
Clarke's lovely wife.
Put a sock in it.
You've come a long way for an old friend.
I don't have many left.
I know the feeling.
Go anywhere you please.
Godfrey will make sure that you have access.
I want to be her when I grow up.
Well done, boys.
Well, look what the cat dragged in.
Nice of you to join us.
Oh, put a sock in it.
I was shopping for your going away present.
Ooh! You must be joking.
Do I look like the bow tie type to you? Well, it's time to update your wardrobe.
You're a medical doctor, not Doctor Who.
Yeah, Mags, that's practical for someone about to backpack across Europe.
Okay, then, Mr.
Practical, what did you get him? Well, something for him to remember us by when he's killing his first patient.
A scalpel? Well, I'm sorry to disappoint.
Obstetricians don't lose that many patients.
Obstetrics? I thought you wanted to specialize in heart surgery.
Well, it's another four years of university.
I've had it up to here with cadavers-- to be honest, if I never see another dead body again, it'll be too soon.
Phone call for you, sir.
Hello? Oh! Dr.
Mallard, emergency telephone call for you.
Hello, this is Dr.
How on earth did that happen? How should I know? I'm a doctor, not a veterinarian, Mother.
Hello? Hello? Bloody corgis got into the liquor cabinet again.
Speaking of which To the Three Musketeers.
The Three Musketeers! The Three Musketeers! Cheers.
Come on.
Let's dance.
I'm knackered.
No, no, no, no.
I've got to answer the call of nature.
This is the Prime Minister's Suite.
Clarke took it over as his office several years ago.
Please try not to disturb too much.
Clarke is quite meticulous with, uh Ah.
Looks as if Angus was sleeping in his office.
I guess his wife wasn't kidding about those divorce papers.
I'll check the computer.
Is that you? Yes.
Hard to believe it, isn't it? You were hot.
Like, really, really Never mind.
For what? I really loved that turtleneck.
I'll check some of these files.
So you knew Angus's wife? Yes.
We were the best of friends.
What happened? Life happened.
Are you getting anything? Not yet.
OT access to Angus's e-mail, but it's mostly forwards of bad jokes.
Oh, wait.
No, hold on.
There's something still in the cache someone tried to delete.
It's an e-mail to Colpepper, the day he was killed.
It's the same dossiers Abby pulled off of Colpepper's flash drive.
Well, Colpepper must have got it from Angus.
But what was Angus doing with it in the first place? I don't know.
We should show 'em to his wife.
Maybe she knows something.
I'm gonna send this to Abby first, and then we can No wonder Angus and his wife were having problems.
Hey! Get off my property! It's a fair offer.
I'd rather lose my building to the bank than sell it to you.
Then I'll buy it from the bank.
Yeah? Well, then maybe I'll just break your face.
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Gunner's mate, USS Saratoga.
Got no quarrel with you boys.
Him, I'm gonna break his face.
Typical of Americans.
You all think you're John Wayne.
Peter Velo? Yes.
How 'bout we take him off your hands? Works for me.
Just watch out for that one.
He's a snake.
I'm a businessman.
He's facing bankruptcy.
I offer him solvency in exchange for an equity stake.
How is that a crime? Or a reason to equate me with herpetology, for that matter? Herp We We just need to ask you a few questions.
Did you meet with this man recently? Uh, Angus, yes.
Five days ago.
He ran into some solvency trouble of his own a few years ago, with a hotel.
I bailed him out.
He was grateful.
That was in the UK.
Why were you meeting here? I relocated to your lovely country two months ago.
I asked Angus to fly out to talk about opening a hotel here.
What is this about exactly? Angus is missing.
One of his employees was murdered.
Not Colpepper? That's the one.
What? Uh, I'm-I'm sure it's nothing but, uh, Angus was clearly quite upset with Colpepper about something.
I don't know what.
I didn't think much about it at the time.
But? But now you're telling me Colpepper's been murdered.
It does lead one to wonder.
So go ahead.
Ask me.
Ask you what? You know what.
Have you spoken to your park ranger friend? None of your business.
You just told me to ask.
I changed my mind.
I'd like to ask something.
Really? I have to ask? No.
I've been going through the autopsy reports of our sailors from our crime scene flash drive.
This guy fell asleep while driving.
So the cops did a blood test to see if he'd been drinking.
He wasn't.
But I dug a little deeper, and I found breakdown products that would be missed by a regular blood panel.
I think he was drugged.
And I found something similar in every autopsy report.
These weren't accidents, Gibbs.
They were murdered.
And I've actually got three names to add to the list.
The original e-mail from Angus contained three dossiers we weren't able to recover from the flash drive.
This one had a heart attack.
This one accidentally drowned.
And this one is not dead.
You sure? Yeah.
He's the only one on the list that's not dead.
You guys need to go find him.
You read the article I sent, right? Yeah, 84,000 chemicals on the market today.
Only 200 have been tested for human safety.
People have no idea how Commander? NCIS.
Oh, excuse me! We would like to speak with you.
I'll call you back.
Can this wait? I need to keep my heart rate up for another ten minutes.
We need you to come back to the Navy Yard with us.
Sorry I'm not going anywhere until you tell me what this is about.
We found a list of dead sailors at a crime scene.
And you're on it.
Me? Why? I'm not dead.
We think it's a hit list.
This is a joke, right? Matthews put you up to this.
Uh, no joke.
No, one of the murders was made to look like a heart attack.
Heart attack.
Do I look like the type that has a heart attack to you? There was one that was supposed drunk-driving accident.
I don't drink, I don't smoke.
Look, I'm in the prime of my life, guys.
I intend to live until I'm at least UN Commander? McGee, call 911.
Any news on Commander Bucket? He's stable.
Apparently, he did have some kind of allergic reaction.
Good thing Gibbs was there.
He's debriefing him in the hospital.
Did you catch up with the woman from Angus' office? Yeah.
She works here.
Claims she got kicked out of her apartment and was just using Angus' room to crash.
There was only one bed.
I know.
I noticed that, but she insisted there was nothing between them, and that she has no idea where he is.
I'll assume “he” is Angus.
But who's she? Never mind.
And I don't care.
Uh, you wanted me to look at some photos? Yes, your husband e-mailed a series of dossiers to an employee of his.
Do any of these men look familiar? You know what? I just realized I've-I've never seen Big Ben.
Um sorry I don't recognize anything.
What happened, Maggie? What a wonderful party.
And don't tell me that you didn't have fun.
If you're going through hell, you keep going.
Winston Churchill, who wears a bow tie, by the way.
Get stuffed.
I'd rather have a noose around my neck.
I do love a man in a bow-tie.
Well, you'll have to put it on.
I've no idea how.
Come with me, Mags.
Where are we going? I mean tomorrow.
On my trip.
Donald I have something to tell you.
I love you, Mags.
I've been in love with you from the moment we met.
I know you feel something, too.
Why didn't you say something sooner? If I'd have known, I I'm saying something now.
And what the bloody hell is going on here? Angus.
I'm sorry.
Why are you sorry? - I see.
- It just happened.
We were going to tell you.
What if Donnie had said something sooner, huh? What does that make me, second fiddle?! All right, mate, back off.
You're as drunk as a lord.
Yeah, I'm drunk.
I'm not blind.
I can see she fancies you.
So which is it, Mags? Who's it gonna be, eh? Have you lost your mind? You just tried to snog my girl, mate! You don't even love her, Angus.
And you do?! Oh, God.
Keep her.
What do I care? She's nothing but a cheap floozy anyway.
Mallard! You bloody bastard.
You left.
And you never came back.
Agent Gibbs here? I got the toxicology report for the commander.
He's not back from the hospital yet.
Am now.
Allergic reaction to shellfish.
A residue somehow got into his water bottle.
Somehow? Yeah.
It easily could have been an accident.
It wasn't.
Just supposed to look like one.
Petty officer have anything to say? I drink too much coffee.
Nothing much more than that.
Oh, we got something here for you, boss.
Still have no clue why these guys were targeted, but we finally found a connection between them.
Each time one of 'em died, someone was assigned to take over their duties.
Nothing odd there.
The odd part is, all of the replacements were Albanian.
Well, Albanian-American.
All of 'em? Yeah.
We did some math and well, McGee did the math and The odds of that happening by chance are less than one in 10,000.
Bring 'em in.
Very nice.
Very nice.
I love watching you guys work.
Bra Bravo.
Yeah, it's Gibbs.
Yeah, Bishop, what have you got? When? All right.
What does she got? Police found Ducky's friend.
At the bottom of a river.
You do house calls now? Don't say it.
I don't want to hear the details.
I knew when I hadn't heard from him, that something had happened.
been gone this long.
No matter how bad it got.
Can I get you anything? My coat.
Wait a minute.
My going-away present.
I left it at the club that night.
Angus took it home.
Kept it in his desk for years.
Eventually, he had that stand made.
That was the last time we saw each other.
There is very little in my life that I regret more than that night.
He would say the same.
Marrying me might be the only thing that trumps it.
I find that hard to believe.
Angus and I were meant to be friends.
The best of friends, but I think that was it.
These last few years, we barely spoke to each other.
I have to go.
I need to tell his employees before anyone else does.
Angus would have wanted that.
I don't know how to tell you this.
I think they already know.
Sorry, can't help you.
Can't or won't? I'm just a medical supply clerk.
If want to talk about antibiotics or prosthetics, I'm your guy.
As far as how my predecessor died, I don't know anything, except that it was a terrible accident.
And I can say that over and over and over if you like.
How many more? Well, we've interrogated five of the replacements, and he is the last.
It's not gonna be any different.
None of them know anything about Angus Clarke.
None of them know anything about their predecessors' deaths.
None of them know anything.
Except they know everything.
They're not hiding it very well.
Must be pretty confident we can't tie them to the murders.
Well, we haven't yet, but I found something interesting here.
I was going over their service files, and it turns out that all of them listed the same emergency contact on their systems application.
Albania's a pretty small country.
It's not that small.
Contact is named Gareth Ahmeti.
I did some checking.
He's reported to be a member of the Albanian mafia.
Specialty is assassination.
Interpol says he's living in the UK, under the name Gareth Godfrey.
He was truly, truly a remarkable man.
I just need a moment.
Perhaps a drink? Actually, we were Thank you.
Gareth Ahmeti worked his way up the Albanian mafia by having a knack for killing people.
Why is he still free? No one's ever lived to testify against him.
Interpol thinks that he was sent to the UK to keep an eye on a prostitution and smuggling ring.
And what they were smuggling was weapons.
Abby finally traced the AT4 that took out our victim's car.
I called the Joint Munitions Command.
Turns out, there's a whole bunch of 'em missing.
One of the replacements works at the Joint Munitions Command.
Weapons disappeared right after he took over the department.
Any guesses what we'd find if we were to audit their supply departments? Lot of missing supplies.
This guy's in medicine, this guy's in ammo.
So, it's a smuggling ring.
The Albanian mafia has enlisted in our military.
So, Ahmeti takes out the department heads, which moves their people into a positions to steal? Maybe that's what Ducky's friend was trying to tell us.
Where is he now? Uh, nobody knows.
I do.
I do.
Sorry I'm eaves eavesdropping.
But I was really bored down in autopsy, and I-I do enjoy watching you guys work.
Where? Uh, Gareth helped Dr.
Mallard make a Skype call.
And the doctor said he was Angus Clarke's assistant.
Probably just a cover.
He was so good to me.
One of the best employers I ever had.
Excuse me.
Duck, are you there? Yes.
Did he ever say anything about me? He was always so scarce with his praise, I've wondered.
I'm sure Angus was satisfied with your work.
His standards weren't very high.
I mean I'm-I'm sorry, Gareth, I-I need to have a word in private with Maggie.
No you don't! Godfrey, what on earth are you doing? Jethro you must mean one of your friends from NCIS.
Sit down.
Both of you.
No, Bishop, you get there as fast as you can.
I need to know what law enforcement agencies are near Finchley.
We need to know if your NCIS office has use of a chopper.
Are you even in England? I'm gonna say it a third time: Stop.
Imminent danger of bodily harm.
Call your contacts and see who can meet you.
That's correct.
And keep trying Clarke's home phone number and call Ducky's cell.
It's a shame, Dr.
I just came by to see if Margaret suspected anything.
If you weren't here, she might've lived.
Now you're both going to die.
You killed my husband.
I didn't want to.
I liked Angus, more than you did, I think.
But he was a rat.
And you're the worst personal assistant I've ever known.
With you, I'll be quick.
Her I'm going to take my time.
Over my dead body.
I'm glad we understand each other.
And what are you gonna do with that? Give me a paper cut? I doubt the blade is clean.
Infections can be deadly.
Give me that knife.
This was my favorite suit.
I take it back.
I'm gonna take my time with you, too.
I can still save your life.
Oh, yeah? There is still time.
All mouth and no trousers, this one.
You feeling light-headed? I just nicked your brachial artery.
You'll be dead in less than 90 seconds.
I'm having trouble breathing.
Yes, that would be your dying of hypovolemic shock.
The sweating and chest pains are normal-- 70 seconds.
You have to do something.
No, I don't.
But if you tell me why my best friend is dead, I'll consider it.
We were running a prostitution ring out of Angus's hotel.
My husband would never let you do that.
He didn't have a choice.
We told him if he ratted us out, we'd kill you.
But he was a sneaky one.
Angus found out that you were also running a smuggling ring in the U.
He tried to get the evidence to me.
He hoped that NCIS would take you down.
That you'd go to jail and never know who sent you there.
Angus would be free.
But it didn't quite work out that way, did it? We found his e-mail to Colpepper.
Couldn't let him talk.
That's all I know.
Fix my arm already.
No, that's not all you know.
You said “we” were running a prostitution ring.
You're just an errand boy.
A gopher.
Put in place to keep an eye on Angus.
So who's really in charge? Is it someone you're willing to die for? If so, you're welcome to be my guest.
Agent Gibbs, good to see you again.
May I introduce my new partner.
Kowolski finally saw the wisdom of my offer.
The bank twisted my arm.
I had no choice.
I wouldn't sign that paper, if I were you.
You don't want to be in business with a guy like him.
I beg your pardon? You're not relocating to the U.
-- you're expanding operations here.
I what on earth are you talking about? That's At first we were wondering: what's this guy doing with an import-export business? But then we saw the list of chemicals your crew smuggled off a Navy base.
Yeah, we're thinking meth.
Look at him go.
Back to square one, I guess.
Sorry about that.
Oh works for me.
Thanks so much.
Yeah, bummer about the taxi strike.
The SAC from the NCIS office is coming to take us to Heathrow.
We have about half hour.
You want to head back to the hotel? Ducky? Everything okay? I'm sorry, Eleanor.
Uh, everything is, uh as it must be.
So how did you leave things with Maggie? I didn't.
I just left.
Without saying good-bye? Yes, without saying good-bye.
Living across the pond hasn't done much for your manners.
I'll, uh I'll be right back.
So you came to say good-bye.
Feels familiar.
It shouldn't.
Didn't give me a chance last time.
Or to explain.
What was there to explain? All passengers please board immediately.
It was the hardest day of my life, choosing between the two men that I loved.
I chose wrong.
Maggie Angus and I were wonderful friends but a horrible couple.
By the time I realized that, you were off to the war and and I was committed to the role of a good wife.
I thought you hated bow ties.
I do.
They're impossible to keep straight.
Why are you still? Why didn't you ever marry? You had so much love to give.
A colleague and a very good friend of mine lost his soul mate.
And then he nearly wrecked his life marrying the wrong woman over and over, trying to find her again.
I chose to skip that part.
So now what? I don't suppose it's good anymore.
Or is it? What are you asking me? To be honest, I don't know.
All I know is that I would like to stand here with you a little longer.
Next to you.
And maybe just not say anything.