NCIS

You know the drill.

Just need your John Hancock, Dr. Mallard.

I like digging 'em up a lot better than putting 'em down.

Funerals are too final.

With exhumations, there's excitement, mystery.

Thanks.

Till next time.

Oh, uh, gonna need the case number.

Case number? Yeah.

I never got the 27B-stroke-6

with the official NCIS case number.

I will have to have a word with Mr. Palmer.

Can I have him, uh, fax it over?

Uh, yeah, sure, that's fine.

You're a repeat customer.

Though I sure hope you haven't taken up grave robbery

as a hobby. (laughs)

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McGee, why on earth would anyone want that?

Want what?

Something new to buy?

I'm in, what do we got?

It is called a life recorder.

You wear it around your neck.

Takes photos of whatever's in front of you

every few seconds and uploads everything to the cloud.

Everything?

Am I missing something here?

Tony, your entire lifetime would be recorded.

Even searchable.

That's horrifying.

But it would help me find my keys.

Yes, and it would allow you to look back

on any moment in your entire life.

Perhaps some moments should not be remembered,

huh, like the last three months? Actually, you know,

I think I'm with Ziva on this one.

There are some things I'd rather forget.

Really, like what?

Like the look on my first girlfriend's face

when we broke up.

Haunted me for years.

That's very mature of you, Tony.

How much is this thing?

Can't buy it yet, it's being beta tested

and I have been chosen as one of the testers.

I get my unit in the next few weeks.

What? You think Gibbs is gonna sign off

letting you wear this to work?

Come on, Gibbs?

The man has no sense of...

What?

Is he...

Something on your mind, DiNozzo?

No.

Get moving.

Got a dead sergeant in Brookland.

Meet you there.

Where are you going?

No 27B-stroke...

We have to return him.

We have to return him right now.

It's a corpse, Mr. Palmer, not a wedding present.

W-when Agent Gibbs finds out

that you exhumed a body without...

He found out. Agent Gibbs.

Um, as acting coroner, I take full responsibility.

Go. Leaving.

What are you doing, Duck?

Who the hell is this guy?

Commander Bruce Roberts.

I presided over his autopsy 12 years ago.

Some things never sat right with me,

and I want to take another look.

I get it, you're bored.

But you cannot go around digging up bodies whenever you like.

Well, technically, as medical examiner,

I have that authority. Technically,

you're not the medical examiner right now.

Palmer's in charge.

Well, technically, that's true.

You had a heart attack, Ducky.

Your own doctor told you to take a break.

Why just a break? Why not just make it permanent?

After all, the world

has managed to get along just fine without me

these past several months.

All right.

All right, let me hear it.

Well, when I conducted the commander's autopsy,

I concluded that his end was accidental.

I mean, the man literally drank himself to death one night.

It seemed very straightforward.

But then I read this

two days ago.

Since when did you start reading the obits?

Well, your day will come.

In any case, I saw that the commander's father

had passed away of a rare

genetic liver disorder.

One that most certainly would have been passed on

to the commander.

Had I known about his condition,

I would have done my autopsy differently.

There is a class of poisons that would mimic

fatal alcohol intoxication in someone with Roberts' defect.

In other words, his death may not have been an accident.

It might just have been a murder.

He looks pretty peaceful for a murder victim, huh?

And for a guy about to fly to Malta.

Coach, 12 hours,

packed like sardines.

Ooh.

It's worth it.

Malta is lovely this time of year.

You know, most people don't realize how historically rich

it is despite its small size.

In fact, Maltan temples

are widely regarded as the oldest free-standing structure

Hey. in the...

Thank you, but we really prefer you stop doing that.

Oh. Oh, okay.

That's all I really knew about Malta anyway.

But you can tell us what Ducky was doing exhuming a body

without telling Gibbs.

We heard.

I have no idea what you're talking about.

Ziva?

Get the blinds.

Okay, ha, ha, ha, yeah.

This is all very, very, very funny.

Uh... uh...

: We know you know.

Look sharp.

Yeah, that black light's

not gonna show us anything.

Ducky's working on a cold case, unofficially.

End of story.

What about this one?

Uh, boss, meet Sergeant Raymond Hill.

Cabdriver was waiting outside

to take him to the airport.

Finally, looked in the window.

Cabbie called the Po-Po, Po-Po called us.

Give me time of death?

Last night around midnight.

In fact,

I already have a preliminary cause of death.

Carbon monoxide poisoning?

Um, r-right, yeah.

Uh, you can tell by the cherry-pink skin discoloration

most commonly seen in the...

Carbon monoxide poisoning.

Okay, I will just be right down here then.

Place has a gas furnace, boss.

Looks like these hatches were fried shut.

McGEE: None of the carbon monoxide detectors went off.

But they can't all be faulty.

Also found 50 grand in the case there.

McGEE: Way above the sergeant's pay-grade.

It's clear he'd been freelancing.

Freelancing at what?

Sergeant Hill was assigned to the Marine Corps

Security Force Regiment out of Yorktown.

McGEE: They provide security to high-value Naval installations.

Nuclear vessels, reconnaissance satellite facilities,

the alien bones from Roswell.

That was the Air Force. Try and stay focused.

The sergeant authorized for travel?

No, so he was about to go U.A.

On a one-way ticket, was he in trouble?

Nope, never been arrested.

Above average physical reports.

I talked to his neighbors.

He was quiet, he kept to himself.

Bank statements. Credit cards.

Library card.

We ran everything on him we could.

The most remarkable thing about him is

how unremarkable he was.

And whatever the motive for his murder is...

You got nothing.

Sounds worse when you say it like that.

Not worse.

Wrong.

We got something.

Got a dead Marine.

Tell me you got something, Abbs.

I do.

Much better.

I don't know where to start.

Well, it's just that ever since the kaboom,

you've sort of been walking around

looking like Mr. Sour Puss.

But I know that on the inside,

you're one of the kindest people I know.

So, I thought it would be nice if today,

your outside reflected your inside.

I know what you did for Ducky.

That was very, very sweet.