NCIS

(metallic clattering, dog barking)

Like that. All these knives?

Yep. This is what I told you. Am I right, or what?

You are correct.

100 knives at this price is an unbelievable deal.

Now, listen, you'd pay more than twice this amount

if you bought these exact knives in a store.

This deal can't be beat.

(TV continues distant, indistinct)

: No, no.

(TV continues distant, indistinct)

== sync, corrected by elderman ==

Hey, guys!

Tell me you've seen it.

And good morning to you, too, Tony.

Actually it's the worst morning in the history of mornings.

My phone! Tell me you've seen it.

Lost your cell, huh? Ouch.

Well, you are a very capable investigator.

Why don't you just investigate.

Yes.

Uh, Tony is just... I don't want to know.

McGee,

did you write this?

I did. Why, is something wrong?

"Retinal scanner uses

wavefront-sensing reflection points..."

Yeah.

"...correlates the data using a point spread function..."

Yeah. "...rasterizes the pupil conjugate-geometry."

Was I too technical?

Well, uh... it's pretty straightforward.

The eyeball from the Port-to-Port Killer

unlocked MTAC's retinal scanner.

Yes, I know that, McGee.

Well, Agent Barrett and her team did find

the eye's retinal pattern in MTAC's Access Directory,

but the name attached is marked "classified." By who?

Uh, don't know.

And they searched every entry log in the entire system.

It's an extra eyeball.

But it's been put on the back burner for now.

Agent Barrett and her team left for Hawaii last night,

following a new lead.

I can keep checking other avenues if you want.

I want!

DiNozzo.

What the hell are you doing?

I lost my phone. You haven't seen it?

Use mine.

Wow, that's heavy.

I need something with a computer on it

so I can program ringtones. Otherwise I don't...

'Cause I have a... It's ringing.

Answer it.

Special Agent Gibbs' desk.

This is Very Special Agent Anthony DiNo...

Oh, hey.

Where? Okay.

Dead guy. Navy Lodge.

Let's go.

Here you go.

That's very nice of you, but I'm good.

Looks like the Port-to-Port Killer

is back on the front burner.

Duck? DUCKY: Agent McGee,

if you would be so kind.

Should I call Agent Barrett?

Nope. But this is her...

loss for not being in town.

We don't even know what we're looking at yet, DiNozzo.

McGEE: I know what we're not looking at.

At his age, there's no way this guy's a three-star admiral.

Yeah, well...

the Port-to-Port Killer is fond of dressing his victims

in higher-ranking uniforms.

Uh, there's the usual lack of defensive wounds.

Not a drop of blood.

And the expected enigmatic clue.

In this case... A fortune cookie.

Can't wait to crack that open.

You got a time of death, Duck? Well,

the body's already reached ambient temperature.

But from his skin color, well it...

tells me that not more than 12 hours.

That's right around the time Agent Barrett left for Hawaii.

It's almost like the killer was waiting for her to leave town.

And for the grand finale...

...a six-centimeter cut,

ear to ear, severing the carotid artery.

Our killer is nothing if not consistent.

Is there anything wrong, Tony?

Yeah. I know him.

McGEE: Who is he?

He's my old partner.

I imagine you and Anthony were quite close.

And as partners, your very lives depended on your

trust in one another.

Yeah, I'd hate to be in your killer's shoes

when Anthony's catch up with him.

What do you got, Duck.

Well, the same type of blade

as the prior murders was used on his neck.

Again, the body has been scrubbed vigorously,

and the characteristic manicure.

Any differences?

Yeah, this body was sedated prior to his death.

But the most notable difference is the

choice of victims.

Anthony knows this one.

As to the significance of that,

perhaps if I knew more about him...

Uh...

We worked homicide in Baltimore together.

So you said.

Did he have any Naval experience?

He was a reservist

before he joined the force.

I suppose it is possible that Anthony's relation

to him is, uh, merely coincidental.

You want to bet, Duck?

Nothing I'd care to lose.

Anything else?

Yeah, all of the prior victims were in perfect health.

But this one suffered from a severe

alcohol-induced cirrhosis.

He must've had... quite a drinking problem.

Not when I knew him, but, uh...

a few years after I left for NCIS,

I know that...

he was asked to retire.

I see. Yeah, um...

Came from money, not that he ever saw much of it.

His dad... wasn't around much

and his mom died when he was a kid.

So you and he had quite a lot in common.

I'm surprised I never heard you mention him.

Well, you know how it is.

You lose touch, time goes by.

Too much time, in this case.

And when it's gone, you can never get it back.

What do you think, huh? Oh... that looks painful.

It's very Robert Mitchum, 1955.

Night of the Hunter.

Does it really go with the suit, though?

Oh, it's-it's Nino Cerruti.

Cerruti. And forgive me if I don't

take fashion advice from a man who still wears tube socks.

What's the matter with tube socks?

They're very comfortable, and they give me traction.

For what? Get off of me!

Yeesh. Ow.

All right, get up!

Come on, let's go. Let go. Ah!

Move it!

You didn't need tube socks for that.

A little help.

Thanks.

Everybody, I just want you to know I'm a little disappointed.

PCP addicts are Friday night. It's Saturday night,

which is hooker night. Where are the hookers?

Hey, Tony. Ho!

I mean, the call girls. Hi, Sapphire.

When's the big day? Uh, it's...

Thanks for those Christmas decorations.

No problem, baby.

All right, all right.

Now if you kiddies have had your fun,

we got some business.

First up, we finished the tally

and we got this year's winner

of the Station House Pool Championship.

Let me guess.

That would be me?

As a matter of fact it is, Anthony.

Thank you very much.

Thank you. Thank you, Major.

It is my second year in a row, and-and it's, uh, a great honor.

You're my Lombardi.

I thank you. Enjoy.

Wow. A stapler.

What-what is that?

Mighty Mouse.

Mighty Mouse? Found it at a garage sale.

All I can afford on my salary.

Very sweet of you, sir. Yeah, don't mention it.

Second order of business:

who's got the, uh, the Franklin homicide?

Oh, yeah, that's us. I mean... Yeah.

Good. Knock yourselves out. Thank you, Major.

What do we got?

Ah. A hit on the prints we found at the murder scene.