NCIS

Move! Move!

Move!

Don't!

Captain!

No! No!

No! No...!

Don't!

Captain!

Torres!

Torres!

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Ah, the sweet smell of recycled air.

The hot glare of an annoying skylight.

The weird whir of broken fax machine.

Another day in paradise.

Well, somebody woke up on the far side of the bed.

Actually, I sort of did, Ziva.

Thanks to my annoying new neighbors

who kept me awake until 5:00 this morning.

The screamers?

The screamers.

- Third night in a row. - I had neighbors

once who never stopped fighting.

Not that kind of screamer, Ziva.

Hey.

I don't know what happened,

but I must have taken your bag

last night when I left. Do you have mine?

Yeah.

Thank you.

Hey, you didn't snoop, did you?

No, I didn't snoop.

That's your department.

My 1974 Instamatic.

You're taking up photography? No.

No, but I loved it when I was a kid.

I took this camera with me everywhere.

And I found it in this box that my dad gave me a while back.

I'm hoping Abby can develop whatever's on this film.

You do not know? No.

Well, if it's anything like your boarding school picture...

What boarding school picture?

You did snoop, you little liar.

Give it to me. I don't know.

I really think Ziva should see it first. Ziva?

Oh!

Oh, oh, oh.

Okay. Okay.

Okay.

Have your chuckles.

By the way,

that was a very good look back in the day.

For a Bible salesman.

Tony, if I were you,

I would burn that film

because you do not want any more of these getting out there.

It shouldn't have gotten out at all,

but it did thanks to McSnoop Dogg here.

Now, listen, give me the picture...

...because Gibbs cannot get his hands on this.

Do you understand me?

Nice look, helmet head.

Hey, boss.

It was a transitional phase.

You know, the eighties.

Sort of had a John Denver thing going on, and, uh..

Let's go. Dead Marine downtown.

Uh, boss, can I have that back, please?

See what you did?!

Can I have that back, please?

Watch and wallet are still here.

No signs of a robbery.

Got an I.D.?

Yeah. First Lieutenant Michael Torres, 31.

Originally from Ohio.

Moved to D.C. after getting engaged last year.

Family? Parents have been notified.

Fiancée's out of town on a trip. Get her back.

It looks as though he's been beaten, Jethro.

Any weapon, Duck?

Uh, wounds are consistent

with the good old-fashioned human fist.

Yeah, believe it or not,

at one point in my life, I dabbled in boxing.

Well, I wasn't really a boxer, per se.

Uh, more of a, uh,

an assistant.

Uh...

Uh... I was a bucket boy.

Give me a T.O.D., Duck.

Judging by the lack of rigor

and the coagulation, oh, approximately 2:00 to 3:00 a.m.

Oh, that is a nasty gash to the back of his head.

Deep laceration.

Doctor, there's something under his fingernails here.

Looks like dirt.

I have located just one security camera.

Belongs to the owner of the building.

The camera face the alley?

He believes so, but I will verify.

Hey, boss.

Cops just got a call

about someone breaking into the victim's apartment.

Witnesses described a young white male

with blood on his clothes.

NCIS. Turn around.

Now!

Captain Joe Westcott, Sir.

Don't shoot. Don't shoot!

You're coming with us, Captain.

No, I can't. Can't. Those men--

they took Lieutenant Torres, and I have to get him back.

No one has him.

He's dead.

Guy seemed pretty out of it, boss.

Maybe he's still in shock. Or guilty.

Background. By all accounts,

Captain Joseph Westcott

and Lieutenant Michael Torres were close.

Friends since childhood, joined the Corps together.

Records are spotless.

Both highly regarded by their unit.

C.O. called them born leaders.

Says they exemplify the highest level

of commitment to the Marines.

Captain never called 911.

Doesn't sound like commitment to me.

What else?

Lieutenant Torres was finishing his second tour in Afghanistan.

And, uh, Captain Westcott his third

before his release

for medical discharge eight months ago.

And yet he still uses the title.

That's habit.

He lives in Ohio.

Currently unemployed.

Father is alive, mother is deceased.

One brother. He's a Marine.

What type of injury? Nerve damage to his right leg

after an ambush on his unit

last year near Arghanda.

Still gathering details, but we do know

that four Marines were killed.

With Lieutenant Torres...

that makes five.

So, what were you were doing

in Lieutenant Torres' apartment?

Gathering supplies, sir.

I had to find him.

You saying he was taken from the alley?

'Cause that's where he was found.

They must've dumped him back there.

They? There were five or six attackers.

They came out of nowhere, sir. Out of nowhere.

Special Agent Gibbs. Sorry.

It's habit.

Where'd you get these?

Everything was just happening so fast.

We were running, it was dark, and I kept

yelling for Torres to stay with me.

Stay with me. Don't... let them gain on us.

And then, I...

I lost him.

Let's start from the beginning, all right?

Where were you?

Last night... when this happened.

We finished dinner at this Italian place,

and we headed over to a convenience store

to get something to drink.

And when we walked out,

I felt these guys right on our tail.

Okay. What time was that?

Around 0200. Okay. Then what?

Well, then, next thing I know, we're getting pounded.

And I got hit hard.

When I came to,

I saw Torres being dragged away,

and he was in bad shape.

And I just...

I wanted to help him.

I ran.

Uh...

Did you get a good look at the attackers?

Uh... one.

And I keep

seeing his face over and over in my head.

Okay.

I'll bring someone in to do a sketch.

You can give details, right?

Right? Captain?

Do my best, sir.

You serve, Agent Gibbs?

Scout sniper.

Then you know what it's like.

Seeing your friends die,

and thinking you could've done more.

He's haunted by what he saw.

I'm not at all surprised.

Lieutenant Torres suffered quite an attack before his death.

Mr. Palmer?