Norton, what is it?
Just stay here.
Hey! Stop!
Hurry up!
Got you.
♪ NCIS 16x09 ♪ Tailing Angie Original Air Date on December 4, 2018
== sync, corrected by elderman == @elder_man
What are you doing?
Do you know it's impossible to lick your own elbow?
Know the first novel ever written
on a typewriter was Tom Sawyer.
How about the first couple to be shown in bed together
on prime time TV?
It's Fred and Wilma Flintstone.
Where are you getting this?
Oh, right here. List of "Did You Knows?"
Waiting gets boring, so...
sometimes I like to bring something to read.
Yeah. Well, maybe
we don't need to wait any longer.
Eh, not her.
You know, I'll never get it.
I mean, she would've done a lot less time
if she just gave up her accomplice.
Yeah, but she didn't.
And he got away with hundreds
of thousands of dollars.
Which, I know, still bugs you.
And rightly so.
I get it, it's more than that.
Uh, bingo.
Angie, Angie, Angie...
let's see where you are going.
I can't see the driver.
No license plate.
Yeah, how convenient.
Think that's the accomplice?
That'd be too easy.
Thanks.
Boss, stakeout time.
It's Italian. Cashmere.
I never wore cashmere before.
Want to feel it?
W-W-Wait. Your hands are clean, right?
Ooh, nice, Nick.
Feels sort of like my cat, Moofie.
Ooh. McGee. He needs photo recognition.
And the hunt begins.
Hey, uh, Ellie.
You were here three years ago.
Why is Gibbs so into this case?
Loose ends and unanswered questions--
Gibbs doesn't like 'em.
Hmm.
Hey, uh, it's time to relieve Gibbs and McGee,
cashmere boy.
I appreciate you confiding in me, Director.
And I hope following that girl leads to finding her accomplice.
But I must share, I have concerns.
Oh?
The break-in was traumatic for my wife.
She's had trouble sleeping ever since,
and I don't want the investigation
to stir up any bad memories for her.
Mm. Well, I certainly can understand that, Admiral.
I'll keep you in the loop
and I'll be sure to keep her out of it.
Appreciate that.
This way.
Got it.
If she tries to slip out the back, we'll see her.
- Torres, there a problem? - Damn right there is.
The car the motor pool gave us reeks like a sewer.
Smells like a dude, uh, blew chunks,
or even worse, in the back seat.
It's not very pleasant.
Ooh! Ooh, your sweater stinks, man.
- No. - Yeah.
Come on, McGee. Let's get out of here.
Bishop, laptop's got the rear entrance covered.
Got it.
Spent half my paycheck on this one.
Hey, Bishop.
- Good news. - Mm.
I found a convenience store down the block.
Fabric freshener.
Ah, good for you.
- Hey. She's leaving. - Hmm.
Thanks.
Hold up, hold up-- who's that guy?
Well, I know why we're tailing Angie, but why is he?
You got this?
Yeah.
That's what got her convicted.
Pretty damning.
Victims of the theft:
- Admiral Norton Padgett and his wife. - Hmm.
Nice house. Nice wheels.
Mm-hmm. Their lifestyle was not because of
his admiral's pay.
Oh, no. They earned that the old-fashioned way: inheritance.
From his wife's side. And, trust me,
the robbery didn't change their lives one bit.
Wait, do I sense that you two
aren't totally sympathetic with the Padgetts?
Well, let's just say that Admiral Padgett
tried to throw his weight around during the investigation.
Well, having read the file,
I'm intrigued with Angie Gray.
Why didn't she take the deal the prosecutor offered her
and why wouldn't she name her accomplice?
I don't know. You tell us. I'm gonna try.
She would've got a lot less jail time.
You know, the writer in me is a romantic, so I always theorized
that the accomplice was Angie Gray's boyfriend,
who she believed would wait for her with the money.
File indicates that Angie Gray
was a troubled teen with a juvie record
for a break-in robbery with an old boyfriend.
San Diego, as I recall.
My old port.
Yeah.
Maybe you could "accidentally"
bump into her and do your profile thing.
Sounds so easy when you say it.
I'll see what I can do.
All right. I got to get to the airport.
I will be back in a couple days.
Please have some good news for me.
Gibbs, let's finally put this one to rest.
Right.
You don't know Huey?
Uh, no. I've never been to the motor pool.
Huh. Well, it doesn't matter. Huey's the dispatcher.
He's the one that issues cars to all the agents.
Now, it seems that he gave Bishop and Torres
a car that was just foul. - Hmm.
Like, the smell was so bad
it permeated Nick's brand-new cashmere sweater.
Wait, where'd you hear this from?
I bumped into Huey.
He told me Nick called him, berated him.
Oh. Sounds like the Seinfeld "Smelly Car" episode.
Exactly. The odor just penetrated everything
it came in contact with.
Oh, poor Nick. He loves that sweater.
Give me an update.
Oh, on the case, not the sweater.
Mm. Aye, aye.
Meet Lanny Peete.
Three robbery convictions. The first, as a juvenile,
didn't get her any time. The second and third
sent her away for years. Relevantly,
she was also Angie Gray's cellmate
for two and a half years.
She was finally released on parole five months ago.
Well, the two of them might be after the missing money for themselves.
As for this guy, he turns out to be Phillip Iverson,
a local P.I.
Yeah. I heard the name. Questionable rep.
A private investigator. What's up with that?
We're gonna find out.
Oh, it's Ducky.
Dr. Mallard.
Good evening, Kasie.
I'm looking for Dr. Palmer. Is he with you?
He certainly is. Where are you?
I'm on my way to the airport.
I'm flying from Reagan to Chicago,
where I get a flight to Rapid City tomorrow.
It's the nearest airport to Mount Rushmore.
We're so excited for you.
For a history buff like you, it should be something special.
Well, I-I just called to say goodbye.
But I-I'm curious about one thing.
I read in the newspaper that the Gray woman
was released this morning from prison.
Remembering how Gibbs felt about that case,
I suspect he's back on it again?
You would suspect correctly.
Have a wonderful trip, Dr. Mallard.
Uh, thank you.
- Thanks. - You got it.
- Hello? - Hey.
Angie just bought a prepaid cell.
Okay. Thanks.
Wonder who she's gonna call.
It's Angie Gray.
Call me back on this number.
We need to talk.
Shoot.
Hey, uh, ex-excuse me. I'm so sorry to bother you.
This is a little awkward, but
could I borrow your phone, please?
My battery died, and I need to reach someone.
You'll totally be saving my life.
I won't be long, I promise.
Mm.
Aw, thank you so much.
Hello?
Hey there. Hi. I'm so sorry,
but I need to, uh... I need to cancel lunch.
I had an emergency. I, uh... I'm at... I'm at
the, uh... airport
headed to San Diego.
Jack, what's going on?
Yeah. I'm sorry again.
I'll call you back tonight. Okay.
- Sloane made contact. - Good.
Thank you. I really appreciate it.
I, uh, save your life?
I... Just a little lie to get out of a date
I should have never made.
Oh. You said San Diego?
Yeah.
I'm from San Diego. Well, La Mesa, actually.
- Oh, yeah? - Yeah.
I-I know the area well. I, uh,
spent a lot of time at Camp Pendleton.
You don't look like the military type.
Navy or Marines?
Army, actually. It's a long story.
I'm sure you don't want to hear it, but I really
loved my time there, especially the beaches.
Sunset Cliffs?
Are you kidding? My favorite.
I'd surf there whenever I had the chance.
I wish I was there right now, actually.
It's a lot warmer.
Mm.
And he is back.
What's he doing?
I got a good idea.
Right here. Watch this.
Wait for it.
- Boom. - Okay,
what do we do?
We don't want to blow our cover.
Bishop, what if he's here to kill her?
I-I say we wait until she comes back.
And then what?
And then, if he's still in there, then, you know...
She is back.
Hey. Hey. Hey.
Uh, Iverson, the P.I., snuck around back.
He's waiting inside for her.
We got to go inside.
Go. I'll call Gibbs.
What happened?
I don't know.
Maybe she killed him.
Ah. Or maybe we got it wrong.
She went to get ice?
Maybe he's not even in there.
What did or didn't happen in there?
Well, at least we didn't blow our cover.
Ms. Peete, appreciate your coming in.
I'm Special Agent McGee. We talked on the phone.
Yeah, and you weren't very clear what this is all about.
Angie Gray.
Please have a seat.
You, uh... you were her cellmate
for over two years.
We're hoping you can give us some help.
- Help you how? - Well, give us some insight.
See, it's unusual for someone
to turn down a plea bargain like Angie did.
You'll never get any argument from me on that.
Hmm. So what'd she say?
About the robbery. You must have talked.
Yeah, we talked.
And?
Why don't you ask Angie your questions?
Well, the truth is, we're concerned.
We're afraid she might go back
to hanging with the wrong people.
You got that right.
Angie's got bad instincts, you know what I mean?
Not exactly.
Let's just say I had to protect her.
From who?
People who'd take advantage of her.
Like the guy she was with on the robbery?
That lowlife used Angie.
He knew she would do anything for him,
and that bastard let her take the rap.
Could never understand why she didn't give him up.
Angie has a way of picking the wrong guys.
Really?
J.T. wasn't the first boyfriend to get her in trouble.
J.T.?
- You hear a last name? - Nope.
For what it's worth, she didn't know him very long.
What does she think happened to him?
Look...
there's really no more I can tell you.
You sure?
All right. Appreciate it, Lanny.
Oh, uh, one more thing.
Now that she's on parole, you gonna go see Angie?
I picked her up yesterday morning.
You have me
on the security camera.
I drove the car away. I can't deny it.
You can spend a lot less time--
maybe no time at all-- in jail,
if you tell us who you were with, Angie.
Want to help you, but you have to help us.
I guarantee, not gonna get away.
We're gonna find out who your accomplice is.
You got your whole life ahead of you.
Don't make it harder on yourself.
Think about it, okay?
Hey, no guy is worth it.
You think he's gonna wait for you, cut you in?
It's hard to believe. It's more likely...
Shut up.
Look, I'm just telling you the truth here, okay?
Come in.
- Hey. - Hey.
So, remember when you called me
from Angie Gray's cell phone? - Mm-hmm.
I got the number, and I was able
to trace the prior call she made from the bus bench.
- And? - And it belonged
to a Lew-- L-E-W Nolte--
who-- get this-- was a suspect in the case
three years ago.
- Wow. - Oh, yeah.
He was Admiral Padgett's personal assistant.
He did, like, odds and ends around the estate.
And we always thought
that he was an inside man in the robbery,
but we could never prove it.
And Angie Gray gets out of jail,
and the first call she makes is to him.
Mm-hmm. I am going to anticipate Gibbs and bring him in.
Hey, Ellie,
what's with Gibbs and this case, anyway?
The way he handled her in interrogation--
I've never seen him so soft.
Yeah. Uh,
Gibbs was friends with her father.
He, uh, was killed in Afghanistan.
Uh, yeah, by an I.E.D. I read that.
Yeah. Gibbs tried to help her, but... she wouldn't listen.
Hey, Tim?
I think that fabric freshener
killed my sweater.
It still stinks.
It's all lumpy.
Well, did you read the warnings on the label?
Yeah.
Sort of.
Huey's gonna pay for this.
She's leaving.
Hey.
Whoa. Whoa, whoa, whoa...
NCIS?
Turn it off.
- What do you want? - Answers.
I-I'm on a job, man. I'm working.
Oh, yeah. That's one of the questions
I was gonna ask you. For who?
Again, what do you want?
Again... who you working for?
None of your business.
Okay.
Look...
Iverson?
I don't much like P.I.s,
especially ones with shady reputations.
Yeah, well, um,
screw you.
Okay.
Who hired you to tail Angie Gray?
A client.
Paid me to follow her
and report back who she met with.
Didn't tell me why.
And, as you know, I don't have to reveal his name.
'Kay?
Yeah. Okay. For now.
She got away.
I thought NCIS would be out of my life.
They are.
I told you. It was all about J.T.
They're obviously still looking for him.
Damn. This place looks worse than you described.
J.T. said his grandfather built it himself.
After he got back from the war.
What war?
He brought me here one weekend.
It's locked.
Yeah. Can't see a thing.
Yeah. Doesn't look like anybody's been here
in a long time. - Yeah.
So what do you want to do?
Break in.
I figured you'd say that.
All we need is to get caught.
Hey, give me that.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, careful.
Don't cut yourself.
Man, this place smells terrible.
Who knows when he was here last.
I'm just hoping we'll find something
that'll tell us where he is.
Like what?
I don't know.
Let's get out of sight.
Could've saved the B and E.
There's a back door, and it wasn't locked.
Hey, Tim, you ever want a cabin?
Not really.
Yeah, me neither. I'm a city guy.
I never got people who said, uh,
"Oh, I want to get away from it all."
Yeah, it's like Gibbs.
Says he enjoys the peace and quiet.
Let's go.
- Is it him? - Um,
I can't tell. - All right,
come on, Angie, come here. I don't want you looking at that.
It's J.T.'s cabin.
You said he let other people stay here, right?
What do we do?
Why the scream, Lanny?
NCIS.
Something smells bad.
They not only questioned you-- they followed you.
Actually, Angie, we've been following you.
Ever since you left prison yesterday.
Hey, McGee.
We have a body.
I'll call it in.
J.T.?
I don't know.
Come here. Come here.
It's gonna be all right.
- Gonna be all right. - Okay.
Hey, it's Torres.
I'm reporting a crime scene.
Hey, Gibbs, you in there?
It's late.
I got better places to be, man.
Lew Nolte.
Thanks for keeping me waiting.
I see nothing's changed here.
Same drab walls.
At least you could've painted the place.
Sit down, Lew.
This is a waste of time.
Yours and mine.
You missing work or something?
What have you done...
since the admiral canned you?
What do you want from me, Gibbs?
The truth about that night.
Mm.
I suspected that you were the inside man three years ago.
I suspect it even more now.
Why'd Angie Gray call you this morning?
What?
We got her phone records.
She called you.
9:34 this morning.
She left a message.
I didn't get it.
Listen, I've had enough of NCIS in my face.
I had nothing to do with that robbery.
You're the one that made me into a suspect,
and that's why I lost my job with Admiral Padgett.
And you know what? I've never gotten a job as good ever since.
I'm not feeling sorry for you.
You got any other questions, Gibbs?
Oh, yeah.
How did Angie Gray's accomplice
know that there was big money in that safe
and that the maid and the cook
were gonna be off that night?
That again?
I have no idea.
What about that?
I don't know.
Who is it?
Really?
You got no idea...
Lew?
No idea...
Gibbs.
The mattress in the hotel
was spongy and soft,
so I took the blankets and the pillow
and threw them on the floor.
Slept like a rock.
But then, when I got
to the airport this morning,
I learned that my flight
to Rapid City had been canceled because of a snowstorm.
Oh, that's awful.
Well, there's another flight tomorrow.
So, what are you gonna do now?
I have no choice.
It's back to the floor for the night.
What do you got?
Oh, hey, Duck.
Ah, Jethro. How's the trip?
There's been a flag on the play.
Well, not so much flags
but the snow on the ground.
I meticulously planned
this trip with a private guide, a fascinating man.
- He was telling me that his grandfather - Sorry, Duck.
was one of the men who climbed up the rock...
Got our own problems here.
You know how to end a FaceTime call.
What's a FaceTime?
Right.
You get an ID?
Yeah. Fortunately, uh,
fingerprints are one of the last body parts to decompose.
So, meet John Storvelle.
C.O.D.?
Five stab wounds.
Four-inch skinner blade.
He bled out.
And these deep cuts on his hands suggest
that Storvelle fought back,
trying to ward off his attacker.
Hey, Kasie. Yeah.
I'm on my way down.
Okay. I'm looking at money.
Yep. A Netherlands Antillean guilder, to be exact.
I picked the pocket of our corpse.
Yeah. Where does that mean he's been?
The southeastern Caribbean.
It's the currency of two island countries.
Curaçao and Saint Martin.
You narrowed it down.
Thank you for your confidence. And yes.
Saint Martin. And I narrowed it down a little more.
It's a receipt. A little weathered, but I could decipher
it's from the bar at a beach resort on the island.
- Interesting, huh? - Yeah, very.
So, uh, I'm running samples of blood spatter
that were found at the crime scene.
Maybe there's more than just the vic's.
Ooh. "Vic." Um,
I had a prof at John Jay who hated
that diminutive for "victim."
Does it bother you, Gibbs?
No. Thank you.
Hey, you look like you got something.
I do. Uh, when Jimmy gave me the name John Storvelle,
I checked him out, and he had a prior arrest.
- Robbery? - In West Virginia.
His full name is John Thomas Storvelle.
And McGee said that the cellmate
referred to Angie Gray's boyfriend as J.T.
Get everything you can on him, pronto.
- Mm-hmm. - You know, Grammy Hines would say
he doesn't let the grass grow under his feet.
Something like that.
Come in.
- Hey, Tim. - Hey.
Uh, thanks, Tim. I'll take it from here.
Um...
Hiya, Angie.
I know I have some 'splainin' to do.
Yeah. I'd say.
Yesterday on the street.
You were messing with me.
Yeah, I made a point of meeting you.
Why?
Have a seat.
Please.
Why?
Um...
I wanted to talk to you before I judged you.
It's my job, Angie. I'm an agent,
and NCIS is still investigating the robbery.
I served my time.
I'm on parole.
I thought all of this was behind me. Isn't it?
Excuse me.
We know that you're looking for J.T.
And I understand that.
You have strong feelings for him.
So much so that you turned down
the prosecutor's deal to protect him.
Not a lot of people would do that.
I really do get it.
No one else does.
Not even Lanny.
Your cellmate.
She thinks I'm crazy.
Listen, Angie,
we're concerned.
NCIS wasn't the only one following you.
So was a private investigator.
He broke into your hotel room yesterday.
- What? - He was
in your hotel room when you got back from our talk.
No.
We saw him, Angie.
I don't know what's going on.
I just want to find J.T.
Oh, my God.
He's dead.
I'm sorry.
John Storvelle...
was your boyfriend and your accomplice.
I never knew his last name.
Angie, why did you
call Lew Nolte yesterday?
Because...
I was desperate to find J.T.
I didn't know Nolte. I just remembered that NCIS...
thought he might be involved, and...
I thought if he was,
he might know where to find him.
Hey.
I'm really sorry.
I followed Kasie's Saint Martin lead,
and the receipt in J.T.'s pocket was from this bar.
The boyfriend ran off
with the money to a tropical island.
He had no intention of sharing it with Angie.
He rented a cottage on the white-sand beach,
and he partied pretty hard.
Till the money ran out.
I talked to Doggie,
the bartender at his hang, and he said
everyone loved J.T. until he stopped picking up the tab.
So then he started taking odd jobs--
beachboy, cabdriver, even busboy--
and then he gave up.
Did the Doggie say when he left the island?
The Doggie guessed about three months ago.
J.T. didn't say goodbye to anyone.
Plus, I ran his passport.
He took a flight from Princess Juliana International Airport
to Dulles on August 17.
Hmm.
That's about four months ago.
Well, now that we know who Angie's accomplice is,
let's do what we couldn't do three years ago--
look for a connection between J.T.
and our original suspect, the admiral's assistant.
Let's.
You found the accomplice
and he's dead?
Stabbed to death.
Well, I was hoping to come back to good news.
You got anything?
Maybe.
What does that mean?
Angie Gray was being tailed by a private investigator.
Phil Iverson.
Phil Iverson. Who hired him?
And why?
McGee's got a trace
on his cell's GPS.
We'll get it.
Gibbs.
Look...
I know you've, uh,
always had a special interest in this one, but, uh...
you tried to help this girl three years ago,
and she wouldn't listen.
Don't expect any help from her now.
Angie's dad was a good guy.
She was a kid when he was killed.
She took it hard.
I got to do what I can for her.
Turn left.
You have arrived at your destination.
How the hell is the admiral involved?
All right, I'll see you when you get back.
That was Nick.
They tailed Iverson to Admiral Padgett's house.
You're kidding.
No.
And I wonder if they're colluding in some kind of
Murder on the Orient Express.
Huh?
You never heard of it?
Uh, yeah, it's a movie.
Well, it was a book first.
Classic Agatha Christie murder mystery.
It's about a body in a train compartment.
Right? There's a slew of suspects on board.
Turns out they were all in on the murder,
but for different reasons.
Hmm. Sounds complicated.
Mm. Could be.
For all different reasons,
they each wanted J.T. dead.
Not likely you were just in the neighborhood, Gibbs.
Working the case, Admiral.
Following a suspect.
The private investigator that just left.
I'm not sure where to start.
Well, let me help you.
You hired Phil Iverson to tail Angie Gray,
hoping that she would lead you to her accomplice.
That revenge?
I didn't care what happened to that punk.
Yeah. I believe that.
Heard on the news you found him yesterday.
Stabbed to death.
Three months ago.
- Hmm. - Even if your P.I. did kill him,
which I doubt,
why is he still on the job?
You don't need the money, Admiral.
No matter how much was in your safe,
it wouldn't mean anything to you and your wife.
It would be like me losing 20 bucks.
What are you saying?
That there was something else in that safe
that you and your P.I. are looking for.
What?
Uh, excuse me.
Lanny?
Yeah.
NCIS Special Agent Sloane.
Yeah. Angie mentioned talking to you.
She here?
- Not answering. - Mm.
She said you were really up front with her about J.T.
Said you understood her better than I do.
That girl's in a bad place.
That's why I'm here.
After she left me, I learned the truth:
J.T. ditched her, took the money and ran.
That bastard.
- That's what I thought. - Hey.
What are you doing here?
Listen, Angie, uh...
we need to talk.
It's crazy. Nolte's got bank accounts
- and investments all over the place. - Despite the fact
that he hasn't had a steady job since he was canned
by the admiral. Everything I found
was funded since the first of this year,
after we stopped tagging him.
He waited us out and kept under the radar.
Low-rent apartment. Ten-year-old wheels.
Unlike J.T., he's saving his share of the stolen money.
All right, there's our connection-- John Storvelle
and Lew Nolte were both billeted at Norfolk five years ago.
Not in the same unit, but they lived
in the same barrack, Stayton Hall. - They knew each other.
You got to think.
And there is no such thing as coincidences.
What rule was that?
Right this way.
What do you want?
You know who I am?
Yeah, sure. You were on the news a lot, like, three years ago.
Why are you here?
Because I think NCIS was right.
I think you set up J.T. to rob that house.
Yeah, well, they were wrong.
And so are you. Now, get out of here.
It had to be you.
I've had three years to think about it.
You worked at the admiral's house.
You knew that the servants were off that night.
You set... I said get out of here!
You killed J.T., didn't you?
You bitch.
Am I right?
No, you're crazy.
Tell me what happened at the cabin.
Why the hell do you give a damn about that loser?
J.T. was a bad dude
who let you take the rap for him.
Oh, you really don't get it, do you?
When you got arrested, he didn't give a damn.
All he cared about was what was in the safe
and how much money we were splitting.
No. He loved me.
Yeah, right. J.T. was a player.
He played you-- and all the other young ladies.
You're lying.
No.
And let me tell you something else.
He was stupid.
Aside from all that money
that was in the safe, there were some incriminating photos
of the old admiral.
Real porno stuff.
So vile, if it ever got out in public,
it would ruin his marriage and his Navy career.
But dumb J.T. didn't see the value in them.
But I did.
You blackmailed the admiral.
I still am, sweetheart.
Now I know what happened in the cabin.
J.T. went through his share of the money,
and he came back to get cut in on the blackmail.
Yeah, and I told him to shove it.
And you killed him.
Yeah.
Put the bat down!
We recorded all of it, Lew.
- Thank you, Chris. - Mm-hmm.
Hmm.
This is a tough decision.
What?
From accounting. I got my choice.
A replacement sweater or my money back.
- Money back. - Money back.
Thanks for your help, Angie.
I really appreciate your encouragement, Agent Sloane.
Hey, if you ever get stuck, making a choice or whatever,
you give me a call.
We'll talk, okay?
- Okay. - Bye.
I should have listened to you, Agent Gibbs.
I wasted three years of my life.
Clean slate, Angie.
Whole new life ahead.
Make your father proud.
== sync, corrected by elderman == @elder_man