NCIS

Thank God you're here.

Okay. Okay.

She shot her husband. He's dead.

All right, ma'am, where's the shooter?

In the house, I think.

Okay, stay here.

Listen to me, stay here.

Stay here, okay?

We got a call from the homeowner.

She locked herself in the bathroom.

Said a woman shot her husband.

All right. Stay with her.

Police!

Police!

I'm-I'm in here!

Okay, open the door slowly.

Okay.

Easy.

Right there.

She's still here?

She shot my husband!

She said you did it.

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What?

What's the matter?

Getting a call from myself.

Hmm. Answer it. See what you want.

Hello?

Oh, I'm sorry.

I must have grabbed it by mistake

when I was on my way out.

I'll bring it to you, okay?

Great.

Grabbed Delilah's phone by mistake.

This could be a disaster.

Well, think positive.

You get to see who calls her.

Yeah, but the problem is she might see who calls me.

You hiding something, Tim?

Gotta go to the Pentagon. Be right back.

Look who I found in the lobby.

Hi, Mr. D.

Eleanor.

You look great.

Thank you.

Hey, Dad. What are you doing here so early?

It's Tuesday. Our standing lunch.

Yeah. Lunch is at 1:00 p.m.

Oh, well, I didn't have anything to do this morning,

so I thought I'd come by early and see if I can help you guys.

Oh. Help?

I need a project.

I got a friend of mine in New York, uh, Cubby Kirschner.

You remember him?

Uh-huh. That doorman at 86th Street.

Yeah, right.

He retired.

And, uh, now he's a volunteer for the 20th precinct.

He mans the desk in the lobby,

takes calls, does filing.

I thought maybe I could do something like that around here.

Oh, you did, huh?

Well, how about that.

Not really the same thing though,

'cause this isn't a police department.

This is a Federal agency.

There's a lot of secret-- top-secret,

classified stuff, security clearances...

Uh, Tim?

What do you think?

Um, I'm not sure, Mr. DiNozzo, but I gotta go.

Hold on, McGee.

We got a body at Pax River.

Let's go.

Chief, you want a project?

Yeah.

I could use some help tonight, in my basement.

Got a job.

Two-man job on a boat.

I'll be there.

I'll walk you out.

Listen, we got to talk, so if I get back in time

we'll still meet for lunch, all right?

Okay, Junior.

We've had a little trouble

keeping them from scratching each other's eyes out.

Who are they?

That's the victim's wife.

We found her locked in the bathroom when we got here,

afraid the other one was gonna kill her.

Who is that?

That is, uh...

a very, close personal friend of Jennings.

Mistress?

Well, I'm guessing.

But, uh, we found her out here on the front lawn.

The crazy thing is, that, uh...

they both claim they saw the other one do the shooting.

DiNozzo. Bishop.

Test both those women for GSR.

All right.

What do we got?

Plaster dust.

And what looks like a bullet hole up there.

Let me get a ladder.

Time of death is between 8:30 and 9:00.

Which is consistent with the calls the women made to 911

and the security company.

Yeah, there are two gunshot wounds:

One to the chest, one to the head.

But there are no defensive wounds.

I'd venture that he was sitting in his chair,

and he turned to face his attacker.

Me?! You're gonna test me?!

I told you.

She shot her husband in cold blood!

That is a lie!

I loved Laurence. I would never hurt him.

Why did you have to kill him?

This is gonna be a messy one.

This is 911. What is your emergency?

There's been a shooting.

I think he's dead.

What's your location?

That was JoAnn Allman.

The mistress.

Call came in at 8:58 a.m.

DC Home Security Patrol.

Is this an emergency?

My husband's been shot!

Who am I speaking to?

That was Angelina Jennings, the wife, at 8:59.

Calls were made 30 seconds apart.

What do we know about the husband?

Born and raised in Springfield, Massachusetts.

He worked for a couple of newspapers in Manhattan

before becoming a civilian writer for Navy publications.

Been at Naval Air Station Pax River the last two-plus years.

What's his access level?

Lowest. "Confidential."

The folder in his apartment contained press releases.

Married his high school sweetheart, Angelina Giovanni.

She's a certified nursing assistant,

but she's currently unemployed.

What about the other woman?

Oh, well, JoAnn Allman.

Hails from Baltimore, my old beat.

Graduated from the unaccredited Chesapeake School of Law.

Bounced around a couple of firms,

was practicing on her own,

till she was suspended recently for, and I quote,

"a pervasive pattern of professional misconduct."

Talk to them.

I'm gonna take the mistress.

Something about her seems guilty.

Hmm. Don't you always suspect the spouse?

Usually, but...

Okay. I'll take the wife.

I guess I'll follow up on the murder weapon.

I suspected for a while my husband was cheating.

And, three days ago, I caught him in a lie.

He tried to deny it.

We got in a huge fight

and I moved out.

I've been staying in a motel.

Laurence called me a couple days ago.

He told me he finally told his wife about us.

He had been promising to do it.

How'd she take it?

What do you think?

Tell me about this morning.

I was at the gym.

Laurence called me around 7:00.

He said...

Angelina wasn't handling the situation very well.

She was making violent threats.

I told him when I finish my work out,

I would... I would come by.

Laurence called.

Waking me up.

What time?

At 7:00, I think.

He said he was really sorry and he loved me.

And he was gonna call that woman

and tell her that it was over between them.

When I got to the house, she was already there.

As I was walking up to the front door...

I heard shouting.

When I went inside, I found Angelina

holding a gun on Laurence,

and I begged her to put it down...

...but she shot him.

And she moved closer and...

she fired again.

Then she turned the gun on me.

She was out of her mind.

She was screaming at Laurence.

If she couldn't have him,

then she wasn't gonna let him come home to me.

She pulled the trigger.