(panting and whimpering)
(brush rattling, whimpering)
(screaming)
Cut.
What?
Rhiannon.
What was wrong with that?
I'm gonna need a real scream.
That was a scream. No, no, no, no.
An ber-scream, okay?
Think of Halloween II
on steroids, okay?
(sighs)
You want to take a break?
(scoffs) Yeah.
(phone beeps on, touch tones sounding)
Should have gone with the blonde.
No. You know, this is a favor.
He should be happy I'm even here.
I-I've screamed in three real movies.
I mean, if there's one thing I can do, it's...
(screaming)
Lame.
(screaming)
See, now that was a real scream.
(screaming)
Rhiannon? RHIANNON: Help. Help.
(screaming)
(Rhiannon sobbing)
RHIANNON: Help! Help!
Gary, get me out of here.
(screaming)
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(elevator bell dings)
She was not smiling at you, Tony.
Ziva, some men can hit a baseball 400 feet,
others build rocket ships
that sail to the stars.
I can spot a woman's smile at 20 yards.
Her name is Hannah,
and she's asked me out to lunch twice.
You?
Did your rocket ship just take a nose dive?
No. It just landed on a different planet.
McGEE: Look, two days ago, you told me my car would be ready yesterday,
and the bill was $270.
Then yesterday, you told me
my car would ready today, and the bill was $400.
Now you're telling me my car's gonna be ready tomorrow?
MAN: Absolutely. Tomorrow.
How much?
One octave or two?
Two.
$600?!
(indistinct voice on other end of phone)
McGEE: Okay, I understand, but...
It's got to be replaced.
Tomorrow?
Yes, sir.
Okay then. Thank you.
My crankshaft is wearing out.
There is no question
what's going on involves you and a shaft, McSofty.
McGEE: Well, Tony,
sometimes it's not always
the best policy to be too tough.
It can end up costing you more in the long run.
I'm guessing that you got more
than your fair share of wedgies as a kid.
I can be tough when I have to be.
What?
Nothing.
I mean, you do have your... strengths.
TONY: And weaknesses.
But, remember that
people can be loved as much
for their weaknesses as they are for their strengths.
Well, then, DiNozzo, you must be one very well-loved man.
Thank you for noticing, boss.
GIBBS: Squid.
Long dead. Let's go.
Hey, Ziva?
Did you accept?
Lunch? Hannah?
Coming through.
Ooh.
Take it easy, McCranky.
(camera shutter clicking)
You never cease to amaze me, Jethro.
You find the most dastardly crimes
in the most idyllic of settings.
Lieutenant Neal Poletto.
Poletto?
(clears throat)
Get anything? Yeah.
An offer
to be tech advisor on his next film.
It's about a psycho, sex-crazed cop.
Life and times of Special Agent Anthony DiNozzo?
DUCKY: Cuts all around the upper torso.
He's been stabbed multiple times.
And he's missing
a middle finger.
It appears to have been sawn off.
The other hand, too, Duck.
(camera shutter clicks)
Anything else you'd care to tell me
about this fellow, Jethro?
Dead 11 years.
And? And I know who did it.
McGEE: Celia Roberts.
A looker. No, a hooker.
Convicted of killing two sailors.
By our very own Leroy Jethro Gibbs.
Before our time.
Both men had multiple stab wounds.
Both men had their middle fingers cut off.
Why the middle finger?
Maybe she was giving them the finger.
ZIVA: Man-hater.
You would know, Ziva.
(laughs)
She was suspected in the disappearance and murder
of Lieutenant Neal Poletto.
But since his body was never found,
she was only prosecuted for the other two murders.
She was sentenced to 175 years
in the Maryland State Prison for Women.
I hear the first hundred years are the hardest.
McGEE: Well, Abby has confirmed
that the knife that killed Lieutenant Poletto
is the same one that Celia Roberts used
on her first two victims.
Open and shut.
GIBBS: Well, DiNozzo, it'd be easier
for everyone if we just get her to admit it.
I will get a confession.
Why you?
Because I am a woman.
And women open up to other women.
You mean, like Hannah... and Her Sisters.
Come on.
After 11 years
in the joint, all ladies,
she might welcome a little
change of pace. You mean a man.
A virile man could be just the thing
to loosen her lips.
Oh, you mean Gibbs.
I mean me.
Not that you're not virile.
You are, 'cause you're the boss. Who's the boss?
You don't... Those... Those don't go in there.
Oh.
McGee.
Get her signed confession.
First thing tomorrow morning.
Don't come back without it.
You got it, boss.
What?
It's just, you got to have the stuff,
be tough, know when to bluff.
So, I have to be a really bad poet?
I call my style tough-bluff.
It's hyphenated. Really?
Blowhard actually seems more appropriate.
That is not hyphenated.
You're going to convince a woman to confess
to a crime?
Yeah. So?
When's the last time
you convinced a woman to do anything,
McGee?
ZIVA: Just last week,
McGee convinced me to lend him ten dollars.
Ten dollars. Murder one.
ZIVA: My last ten dollars.
When you asked me, I was determined to say no.
But there was something in the way you asked.
Before I knew it, I was opening up my wallet.
Really? There's no doubt
in my mind you will get that confession, McGee.
Thank you, Ziva.
He's toast, isn't he?
Oh, yes.
Burnt toast.
MAN (over P.A. system): The following inmates are to report to Facility B...
(buzzer sounds) Deborah Hoffman, Leslie Chadwick.
Jessica Boswell...
Kim Baker, Tiffany...
(buzzer sounding)
Report to Facility B medical line immediately.
(indistinct shouting)
(buzzer sounding)
This way, sir.
(buzzer sounding)
(bell ringing)
(indistinct shouting)
(bell ringing) Hi.
Morning.
I put Celia Roberts
in our Attorney Room in back
to give you guys some more privacy.
Great. Thanks.
Through here.
WOMAN: Tim?
Brenda Carter.
(laughing): Yeah. Hi!
Ooh.
Oh. Ooh, hi.
I have not seen you since,
oh, what,
graduation night at FLETC?
Yeah. I remember it well.
Oh, those were your shoes that I... (grunts).
Italian shoes.
Oh. Jamaican rum.
Empty stomach.
So, I see you left the federal system.
Yeah. You know, better pay, closer to home, so...
Well, uh, official visit for me.
I'm here to see Celia Roberts.
Oh, well, good luck with that.
Celia's a real piece of work.
Most of 'em are.
So, um, where are you stationed?
Navy Yard.
Oh. Well, I'm here.
Obviously.
(laughs)
(buzzer sounding)
Well, we should, uh, you know, get together
and catch up, have a drink sometime.
Sounds great. Sounds great.
Will you call me? Or I'll call you.
You know, whatever works, right? So, okay?
Okay.
Okay. (laughs)
Okay. Okay.
(buzzer sounding)
Bye.
(indistinct, overlapping chatter)
Vicari, you flash your boyfriend one more time,
you lose visiting privileges.
(keys jingling)
(door closes)
Hello.
I'm Special Agent Timothy McGee.
Thank you for seeing me.
Have a choice?
(bell ringing)
Two photos. Same guy.
Lieutenant Neal Poletto.
He looks better in this one.
Before and after shots.
This one
is after he was stabbed 23 times
and had both his middle fingers cut off.
Looks like he's aged a bit, too.
About 11 years.
Guess that's why you're here.
You killed two other men the same way
with the same weapon. Yours.
It would be nice for the Poletto family
to have some closure.
WOMAN: Stop looking at him!
WOMAN #2: Why don't you shut up, Vicari?
MAN: Settle down now.
WOMAN: You want to go?
MAN: Now! Get in! I'm not gonna tell you again...
You were convicted in Maryland.
Poletto's body was found in Virginia.
You know why that's bad
for you?
Death penalty.
Virginia is very big on it.
Confess, and this stays a federal case,
meaning no conviction
until after you've served your current sentence.
Meaning never.
Otherwise,
I hand this to the authorities in Virginia.
WOMAN: ...Way back. Way back...
I don't like needles.
Your choice.
I don't believe you.
(shouting, commotion)
What is that?
(banging, screaming)
Damn.
Everything okay out there?
Come on.
McGee is out, Abby.
Oh, yeah, I know.
He's slumming at the prison.
We were supposed to have lunch.
I'm just returning his computer game.
Uh, frankly, I do not understand the fascination
with, uh, electronic games.
It shortens attention span, curbs productivity,
and it kills brain cells.
Enough with the long sentences.
Who can follow all that?
Take a look at this.
This is McGee before he tries to break the hooker from hell.
And this is him after she gets
into his head.
(chuckling)
GIBBS: How about a picture
of you actually working, DiNozzo?
Um, I'm working on... on that. (phone ringing)
Yeah, Gibbs.
Yeah.
Maryland Women's Prison.
Let's go.
ABBY: Wait.
That's where McGee is.
Is everything okay?
Everything's not okay. What's happened?
Gibbs! Abby...
I'll call you, all right?
(shouting, alarm ringing)
They just started whaling on me.
They started it. What do we do?
But we finished it. No, we didn't finish anything.
This is bad.
They're not organized.
I just defended myself.
What happened?
Trimble came in, bleeding
like a stuck pig. Hey!
Stay put!
You stay back with the others. Who did it?
I didn't see anything. By the time I saw him, he was already on the ground.
It could have been anybody.
Somebody must have seen something.
How are you doing?
I think my arm's busted.
What happened?
One minute, everything's fine.
The next, I saw Trimble
stumble in bleeding, then he want down.
And they all just cut loose.
We tried to restore order, but...
Anyone see what happened to Trimble?
INMATE: You may not care about your family,
but I do-- we got to get
our families out of here.
I say that we give up before it's too late.
That's a good idea.
Who's he?
A cop. (inmates laughing)
All right, they rush us,
you are the first to die.
I'm not a cop; I'm an NCIS agent.
Just as dead.
Look, I got one year left.
I just want to do my time, okay?
They're gonna blame all of us for killing Trimble.
It doesn't matter how much time you got left.
We're all gonna suffer. Angela's right.
We're gonna have to protect ourselves.
MAN: There are two points of entry and an air duct.
Now, will an air duct support a man's weight?
Come on, people.
We need to know this!
Now, get on it.
Who's in charge here?
Gene Halsey, warden.
Gibbs, NCIS.
We've got an agent here. Where is he?
Visitor center.
Inmates have control of it.
He is alive? Don't know.
The cameras are out.
You plan to retake this by force?
If they don't get out of there real soon.
Till then, I have this entire prison on lockdown.
And the hostages?
This prison has a no-hostage policy,
meaning every man, woman and child who comes in those gates
gives up their right to be rescued.
But believe me, I'm gonna do
everything I can to minimize casualties.
I got men in there, too.
Now, I'm kind of busy.
You have much experience in hostage recovery?
I have an emergency response plan.
Okay.
Have you ever put it into action?
Take that as a no.
(murmuring)
Hey.
The one on the left... what's she in for?
Angela Lopez.
Armed robbery,
kidnapping and murder.
What about the one next to her?
Sharon Bellows-- she killed her boyfriend.
Claims he put her
in the hospital a few times.
She called it self-defense.
Judge called it manslaughter.
Judy Williams killed her 80-year-old neighbor
for her meds.
Kayla Vicari.
Manufacturing meth.
They want to send out an ear or a finger
to show we're serious.
That's crazy.
She's right.
Shouldn't be a guard.
That will really piss them off.
He screams, cut his throat.
I can't watch.
Wait, wait, wait, wait. You choose.
This is a bad idea.
You got a better one?
(ringing)
Abby.
Huh.
I got a bad feeling about Bozo
and his three-ring circus.
Can we go over his head?
It's his ball.
Inmate using a confiscated radio says they want
to make some demands.
Want to show me they're serious.
"Show you"?
One of them's coming out.
This is not your jurisdiction, Agent Gibbs.
How often do you do this sort of thing?
Open up.
(buzzing, door opening)
(buzzing)
I do the talking, you got that?
Gonna find out who's calling the shots here.
(buzzing)
They let you go?
Not exactly.
I'm the negotiator.
You're the negotiator?
I sort of talked them into it.
All right, what's the situation?
Actually, I've been told I can only deal
directly with my boss, Special Agent Gibbs.
They're watching us right now.
Situation, McGee.
Guards handcuffed in the southwest corner.
Inmates spread all over,
armed with batons and shards of glass.
Casualties?
There's one dead.
A guard, Hayden Trimble.
But he wasn't killed in the riot.
Looks like it's his death that caused it.
Another guard injured, Gordon Lambro.
What happened?
Trimble was stabbed.
The guards tried to restore order.
Inmates responded. What do they want?
Assurance that only Trimble's killer
will be punished, and amnesty for injuries
to the other guards.
They are gonna hand over Trimble's killer?
Once we find out who did it.
That's where I... you... we
come in.
They want NCIS to figure out who Trimble's killer is.
Which brings me to their last condition.
No attempts to retake the visitor center.
If we agree,
they'll release Trimble's body,
the injured guard and the visitors.
That will leave myself and two other guards as hostages.
Get the doors.
This way.
Come on, folks. Come on. (alarm ringing)
Move, move!
Through the gate-- keep moving.
Move.
Get them on the buses.
Right this way.
Move them out. There we go.
Quickly!
Head count.
22 in, 22 out.
Okay.
For this to work, I'm gonna need everyone's
cooperation and trust.
Trust a cop-- that's easier said than done.
Uh, believe me, it's no harder
than me trusting a convicted felon.
Now, first thing...
we have to find a murder weapon,
so I am going to have to frisk you.
Frisk who? All of you.
Who wants to go first?
So much for cooperation.
First murder, then a riot?
And we have to solve the murder.
Yeah, but it happened in a prison,
which we're not allowed into.
Ducky gets here, I'm going in.
TONY: If you get the chance.
HALSEY: Agent Gibbs.
Our guys are here.
Inmates are spread throughout,
which means we got to move when they're grouped together.
If my team figures this out, everybody walks out of here.
As long as this lasts, my prison population feels empowered.
One way or the other,
this ends at sundown.
Means... you have seven hours to end this, or I will.
Trimble have enemies?
You could say that.
Heroin's been pouring in.
Trimble was my lead investigator.
We were trying to turn off the spigot.
Reason enough right there to try to kill him.
Start with Trimble. (phone ringing)
ABBY: Ziva.
McGee is fine, Abby.
Never thought I'd get the chance
to do this to you, Mr. Gibbs.
Me, neither, Celia.
Don't do anything stupid.
Same applies to you, Lopez.
DUCKY: I once sewed up the arm
of a lion tamer, and he said
the worst thing you can do is to let your felines
feel cornered, scared, or threatened.
GIBBS: You mean like this, Duck?
(camera snapping)
Nothing happens to him.
You hear me?
Or what?
Or you'll wish you'd
been sentenced to death, not life.
Oh, okay, you guys mess with this dude,
you mess with Brenda-- good to know.
McGEE: From what I can tell,
this is where he fell.
The body hasn't been moved.
DUCKY: Single stab wound to the chest.
He bled out.
And slowly.
Can't find the murder weapon.
Given the circumstances,
can't secure the crime scene.
Keep looking.
He has a head wound.
It could have rendered him unconscious.
I followed the blood trail
out this way.
Thanks.
(door closing)
In here.
This is the guards' bathroom,
off limits to the prisoners.
He was stabbed in here.
McGEE: That's where his head was slammed against the wall.
Seat's down.
Guess he wasn't here to use it.
Figure he had company.
ANGELA: You think, Sherlock?
CELIA: Women's prison-- it happens.
Shoot, even happens in men's prisons.
Look, for this to work,
we really need to treat everyone as suspects.
So please, just let us do this.
They're coming in before sundown.
Boss, that doesn't give us enough time to... McGee.
S.O.P. for inmates to use the head.
Guard inside the visitor center let them out
here into the corridor where Trimble
was keeping watch.
Trimble was supposed to notify the other guards
if he needs to use the bathroom; he never did.
Probably 'cause he was doing something he shouldn't have.
Cost him his life.
Cameras?
Only in the visitor center.
Blood evidence.
Most of the inmates and guards
have blood on them; I'm sure some of it's Trimble's, but...
Doesn't single out anybody.
Need to find his killer.
Yeah, in a room full of them.
They haven't hurt McGee, have they?
We have not heard anything.
Got something for you from Trimble's apartment, Abby.
We need to figure this out before sunset.
Define "before sunset."
Before the sun goes down.
(sighs)
Ethan Hawke movie with Julie...
What was that for?
The sun sets at around 5:02.
So does that mean we have until 5:01?
Before sunset.
That could mean now.
Not good enough.
I can't take this.
Every day you guys go out
and I never know if you're going to make it back.
It's killing me. I can't sleep at night.
I'm developing some sort of weird twitch.
Our work is sometimes dangerous, Abby.
Then get a safer job.
Then you wouldn't see us at all.
True.
Still... sucks.
Abby.
Fingerprints, hard drive...
bedsheets.
Evidence of extracurricular activities.
McGee's going to be okay, right?
You kidding? Stuck in a women's prison.
It's every guy's fantasy.
Well, maybe not McGee.
Here. What's that?
Check there.
Look, can you... can you please just
all just give me some room here?
It's very difficult looking for this murder weapon
with everyone in my way here, so...
Come on, y'all.
Thank you.
When's the food's coming?
Soon.
Pizza?
Yeah, maybe.
Hey, you like pizza?
Yeah...
Pepperoni. You?
Yeah, pepperoni's good.
This sort of thing happen much?
Never in my 15 years here.
You've known Celia since she's been in here?
Yeah.
She ever talk about what she did?
Just to blame the system.
You seem to have taken responsibility for your crimes.
It's a mixed blessing.
First few years here, I was angry at everybody.
Blamed the world for my crappy childhood.
Then I got into a prison program
training seeing-eye dogs...
One day I'm training this puppy and it hits me.
I killed an innocent person who didn't do me no harm.
Now I can't wait till the day I die,
so I can find that soul and apologize
for the terrible thing I did.
Look, I don't know if Celia did the things they say.
And if she did,
I don't know what it'll take for her to face up to it.
Yeah, Abs?
ABBY (on phone): How's McGee?
Well, he's fine.
What do you got?
Define "fine."
He needs us to do our job before sundown.
Okay, Ducky found
calcium oxalate crystals in the dead guard's kidneys.
Well, that's a huge red flag.
So I ran a special
tox screen and, sure enough,
What? it turned up.
Ethylene glycol.
Antifreeze.
Yeah, someone was poisoning him, Gibbs.
He died from the stab wound,
but with the levels of ethylene glycol in Trimble's system,
he was a dead man walking anyways.
TONY: None of the visitors or the injured guard
saw Trimble get stabbed, Boss.
ZIVA: The DEA is cross-checking all inmates with links
to known drug dealers.
I got a feeling that's going to be a long list.
They're checking prison employees, as well.
Security footage. Got it right here, boss.
And? I'll be like your closed captioning.
My what?
I'll talk. You listen.
By my count, six
inmates entered the restroom corridor during visiting hours.
Then we get Trimble.
He enters, obviously hurt.
Guard hurries to him.
Inmate lookie-loos hover.
Push. Shove.
Ah!
Out comes the baton.
Then static.
Static? Static.
We got the PG version.
The Warden Halsey cut.
Maybe he did not want to show how physical his guards got.
Or he has something else to hide.
DiNozzo, give McGee the names of all the women who used the head.
Done, boss. ZIVA: I checked Trimble's phone records, Gibbs.
One person called him over 150 times last month.
It was another prison guard by the name of...
(beeping) Brenda Carter.
Five calls a day.
I'd give her an eight on the DiNozzo Psycho Chick Meter.
Ten being Glenn Close in Fatal Attraction.
Look at those eyes, crazy eyes.
I'll send her over. ZIVA: Got it.
Crazy eyes.
I don't know why
we couldn't have done this at the prison.
This could go down at any time.
We want to stop it from "going down," as you say.
Okay, so you need to know about these women, right?
Actually, I'd prefer to know more about Hayden Trimble.
Okay.
You knew him well?
Yeah, sure. We worked together.
Come on. It was more than just
a working relationship, was it not?
We dated.
When did he break up with you?
We broke up last month.
But it was mutual. And since then,
you have called him more than 150 times
and he has not called you back even once.
Does not sound very mutual to me.
On our third date, he said he loved me.
I didn't have to say it first.
But you said it last.
Men can be jerks. I know.
You think that I...?
No, I was out of the building when he was killed.
Were you?
Did you know that someone was poisoning him?
Wha...?
Okay, look, I-I might've thought about wringing his neck,
but I didn't kill him.
Trimble was investigating drug smuggling into the prison.
He was avoiding me the last month.
I thought he was seeing another woman.
I left him a bunch of nasty messages.
Drug investigation?
According to Warden Halsey.
What?
It's probably nothing.
But drug screening is mandatory for all employees.
So?
So I'm friends with the warden's assistant.
She told me that the warden missed
his last mandatory drug screening.
And he faked the one before that.
What?
My experience, whenever a cop
wants to talk in an interview room,
nothing good comes of it.
Look a bit jittery.
Coming down with something. Mind your business.
Right now, my business is investigating this crime.
And we believe that Trimble's murder could be
drug-related.
And it looks like you're going through some withdrawal.
Really?
Really.
I don't like your tone.
(misting, McGee screams)
INMATES: Hey! Hey! Hey!
(alarm buzzing)
Shut it down.
It's my prison, Agent Gibbs. Not for long.
You pee in a cup lately?
I'm taking medication for a heart condition.
Prison Board might think I can't handle the stress.
Faking a drug test is a firing offense.
You shut it down. Now!
You blackmailing me?
I'm negotiating. You said sundown.
I said before sundown.
Now you have less than two hours.
After that,
I'll take my chance with the Prison Board.
Heating. Lights.
Great.
What's going on? What's going on?
Hey, hey! That's it.
I'm finished.
I'm done, all right?
You want to know who killed Trimble, figure it
out yourselves. See what you did?
Maybe you'd think differently if I took your ear.
I've never hit a woman before,
but if you come at me with that thing, I will drop you.
I got just one year left.
I got three kids to raise, please?
They come in here shooting,
you're in the firing line, same as us.
Shoot me up. Slice me up. It doesn't matter, okay?
Because I'm done.
I'm done unless you tell me the name of your supplier.
(groaning)
Now!
Lambro. KAYLA: Lambro.
The guard you let out.
(grunting)
Inmates gave you up.
Women and secrets make a bad combination.
What secrets?
You're a dealer.
You believe them?
Prison guard as an inmate.
I hear they make you prom queen.
And every night is prom night.
You talk now and we'll make sure
you're not put in with the general population.
They make some crazy accusations and you believe them?
I believe this.
Found it in your SUV.
Must be a plant.
I got no time for this, Lambro!
Now you've made him angry. Trimble was
onto your operation.
No... no. First you poisoned him.
Then you stabbed him. No, you've got this so freaking wrong!
I was dealing, but I didn't kill him.
Trimble wasn't trying
to bring down the drug operation.
He was the head of it.
Thank you.
DEA says Trimble's stepbrother is a known drug dealer.
TONY: Could be Trimble's drug source.
Supports Lambro's story that Trimble headed the operation.
Doesn't get Lambro off the hook. Well,
maybe Lambro wanted to take over the operation.
Maybe he has a different supply source.
(phone ringing)
Where does that leave us?
With a lot of maybes.
Yeah. Gibbs.
ABBY: Can you come to the lab?
I'll be right there.
What are you doing?
Tapping into Trimble's e-mail account on the prison network.
And they call us criminals.
What?
You are a criminal, Celia.
You don't know me.
What do you got, Abby?
Okay, I might have overstepped my bounds here a little bit.
I-I know I'm not a field agent. Abs.
I called the prison and I got Lambro's work schedule. Okay, because?
Because I wanted to compare Lambro's schedule
to when the antifreeze showed up in Trimble's system.
I also got the urine
from Trimble's last drug test.
He was clean
for illegal drugs, but I was able
to figure out when he ingested the antifreeze.
24 hours before the test,
Lambro was at a conference in Pennsylvania for a whole week,
so it couldn't have been him.
Oh, by the way, if they ask you at the prison,
I'm your boss.
Wait, Gibbs, there's more.
I analyzed Trimble's bedsheets.
There is no direct match to anyone at the prison.
Direct match? Exactly.
That's where it gets interesting.
The DNA on Trimble's bedsheets belongs
to a relative of a current inmate.
TONY: Zoe Bellows.
Mother is Sharon Bellows.
Sentenced to ten years for killing her boyfriend.
She claimed he was abusive
and had some medical history to back it up.
One year left on her sentence.
The daughter.
She was not at the visitor center when Trimble died.
Sun goes down in 63 minutes, boss.
Bring the girl in.
Find me a paper trail.
(sniffs)
How you doing?
Okay.
You know this man?
No.
We found your DNA on his bed.
Where is he?
Dead.
(sighs)
First time he saw me, I was visiting my mom.
The way
he was looking at me just gave me the creeps.
And then he found out where I went to school.
And then one day he was waiting for me.
He said he would hurt her if I... if I didn't...
you know.
He said his friends would kill my mom if I told on him.
The first time he did it,
I was so disgusted, I threw up.
Then he started shooting me up.
Between my toes.
You tell your mother?
No.
So you took matters into your own hands?
I just wanted him to stop...
and he just wouldn't.
Spiking his drinks with antifreeze?
I killed him.
No, you didn't.
But you, you said he was dead.
(dialing)
TONY: Yeah. DiNozzo.
On it. The car.
Okay. Now.
Several of the inmates here
have identified the girl in that photo as your daughter.
How did you find out
that she and Trimble were having a relationship?
SHARON: You saw that photo.
She didn't want to be there.
He was e-mailing it around to the other guards.
What?
Did one of them show you?
Or did Trimble?
Sharon, you found out about it and you killed him.
One year-- that's all I have left.
Had left.
I have two other daughters.
They're ten and they're 12.
At least I could still be a good mother to them.
Not anymore, honey.
They're my babies.
They're bringing dinner.
On carts.
(buzzing)
Call 'em back.
It's too late, Agent Gibbs.
I said call 'em back!
McGEE: Sharon, if they come through that door,
people are going to get hurt.
You're going to get us all killed,
Bellows.
Come on, Sharon.
Please.
KAYLA: They stopped.
They're not bringing in the food.
I really don't think
they got any.
(phone ringing)
Yeah.
Zoe Bellows.
Already on it, boss.
Two minutes, McGee.
Got to go.
Where is she?
(no audio)
Sharon.
Tell the warden he can have Trimble's killer.
(buzzing)
TONY: Sometimes this job sucks.
Sharon Bellows was in for killing
an abusive boyfriend.
And while she's inside, her daughter's being abused.
Trimble was scum.
Makes no difference in the eyes of the law. (phone ringing)
Hence the word "sucks."
Yeah.
McGEE: On my way out. Okay.
My agent's coming out.
Stand by.
(buzzing)
(bell ringing)
(buzzing)
Where is she?
Saying good-bye.
You okay, McGee?
Yeah.
Did any of them hurt you,
McGee?
I will kick their ass.
I'm fine, Ziva.
MAN: She's coming out. Door's opening.
(buzzing)
(bell ringing)
(buzzing)
McGee.
That's not who I was expecting to see, boss.
That's your murder weapon.
I killed Trimble.
They're ready to give up.
Move in. Let's go. Move. Go.
Don't hurt them.
Trimble was raping Sharon Bellows' daughter.
And smuggling drugs.
Was Sharon in on it?
No, all my own work.
Sharon didn't want
a part of it.
Just wants to get out and be a mom again.
That sailor you were asking me about.
Lieutenant Poletto.
I killed him, too.
Sorry I did.
That a confession?
I'll write it all down for you.
Do any of us really believe that Celia killed Trimble?
I don't think anyone is going to lose any sleep over it.
You write it up, Tim.
McGee, you're home.
Good to see you, too, Abs.
We had total confidence in you, McGee.
Obviously.
Well, maybe just a moment of doubt.
(phone ringing)
(clears throat)
McGee.
You told me my car would be ready today.
One octave or two?
Listen up because this is what you're going to do.
You're going to take the first estimate
and you're going to reduce it by ten percent.
Then, you're going to find my part,
install the part,
and have my car parked out front
and ready for me when I walk out of this building in 32 minutes.
Wow.
Who would guess that McGee would grow a pair in a women's prison?
I put away killers for a living.
That's what I do.
Now, you do exactly as I told you
and we won't have any problems.
Understood?
Good.
Clock's ticking.
Wow, McGee.
Your time in the Big House really changed you.
I like it.
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