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JANE DOE: [whimpers] Stop! Stop!
MOTORISTONY: Did your car run off the road?
JANE DOE: I don't think so...I was buried.
MOTORISTONY: Buried?
JANE DOE: Back there...
MOTORISTONY: Ellie, call 911!
JANE DOE: No!
MOTORISTONY: Easy. Easy, I just wanna get you in the car. It's warm. What's your name?
JANE DOE: I don't know!
MOTORISTONY: You're in shock. You'll remember in time.
JANE DOE: There isn't any time. There's a bomb.
MOTORISTONY: A what?
JANE DOE: A bomb on a ship, a Navy ship. People are gonna die. People are gonna die!

[credits]

RADIO: US Farm Report, America's longest-running agri-business news program. Hello everyone, welcome to the...
GIBBS: Gibbs.
TONY: Hey, boss. Rise and shine.
GIBBS: Oh. It's 0520. Ah. Going good. I'm up. Are you at the office?
TONY: Yeah, a boiler blew in my apartment, so it knocked out the power, won't have any heat or electricity for a month. Fall asleep working on your boat again?
GIBBS: Why do you say that, Dinozzo.
TONY: Boss, I know the Farm Report when I hear it. You only have one TV and it's in your basement.
GIBBS: What've you got, Dinozzo?
TONY: Motorist picked up a Jane Doe in Rock Creek Park. Claimed she dug herself out of a grave, no ID, and guess what?
GIBBS: She can't remember her name.
TONY: Yeah. How'd you know that?
GIBBS: Well, ah, she's alive and you're calling her Jane Doe. What was your first clue?
TONY: Oh. Yeah. That's right.
GIBBS: Well, it's also obvious that she has no ID, so she was prob'ly wearing a uniform.
TONY: A-ha-ha! She wasn't! So why did the cops call NCIS, huh? Tell me that?...She told them there's a bomb on a Navy ship.
GIBBS: Hospital.
TONY: Georgetown University.
GIBBS: Get Kate over there. I'll call Ducky and meet you outside the office in twenty.
TONY: Okay. Hey, listen. Since, uhm, y'know, you're always up all night working on your boat downstairs and -
GIBBS: No, you cannot stay at my place. Remember the last time?

DUCKY: It's not very deep.
GIBBS: Hastily dug graves rarely are.
DUCKY: Do you know why graves are six feet deep, Gibbs?
GIBBS: I do.
DUCKY: Yes, six feet is the minimum depth at which the smell of a decomposing corpse cannot attract wild animals. Of course, there are exceptions. A polar bear can sniff out -
GIBBS: Duck, I said I knew.
DUCKY: Sorry.
TONY: No tracks. Whoever buried her may have parked on the street, used the hiking trail. The park rangers circle hourly at night, so...he'd've had to move pretty fast to be parked ont he road.
GIBBS: Well, that goes with the shallow dug grave. Our digger was in a hurry. Okay. Let's get to work.
DUCKY: I don't have a body.
GIBBS: Well then, go find one.
DUCKY: Here?
GIBBS: Sure. How many times have we had multiple victims?
DUCKY: Quite right, Jethro.
TONY: Heh. That's slick, boss.
GIBBS: What's that?
TONY: Getting Ducky off, so he wouldn't bug us with all those stories about the...we'd better get back to work.

DRADIO: Her amnesia can be rooted in a number of causes. Ah, she suffered blunt force trauma to the cranium, there was some petechial hemhorraging...
KATE: Whoa, petechial?
DRADIO: I'm sorry, ah, pinpoint hemhorraging, on her eyelids. It's from a, ah, lack of oxygen.
KATE: She came close to suffocating in that grave?
DRADIO: Very close. And, as if the physical traumas weren't enough, one has to consider the, the emotional trauma of being buried alive.
KATE: That would shake me up.
DRADIO: It's one of our oldest fears. Next to being eaten by a wild animal.
KATE: Hadn't considered that one.
DRADIO: Well, y'know, perhaps not consciously, y'know. Uhm, Jung postulated that we genetically inherited our primordial fears, ah, which can be triggered by smells, or, or sounds. I'll, I'll never forget my first trip to Africa. There was a
KATE: Are you by any chance related to a Doctor Mallard?
DRADIO: Mallard. No. I don't think so.
KATE: Just wondering. When will she regain her memory?
DRADIO: Well, it could happen in a flash, or slowly over a period of days, weeks, even months. Now, her memory of being buried may never return.
KATE: Where are they taking her?
DRADIO: For a CT scan, a neurological consult.

GIBBS: No, you will not put her picture on TV. I want whoever did this to think she's still dead.
KATE: Gibbs, but...
GIBBS: No, Kate. No. Our priority is finding the bomb.
KATE: Right, but we can't -
GIBBS: She's bonded.
TONY: Kate and Jane Doe?
GIBBS: Oh, yeah. She hasn't even questioned her yet. "Her eyes, they just...pleaded for help."
TONY: Love that look in a woman.
DUCKY: I couldn't find a body.
TONY: Sorry.
DUCKY: How did you two do?
GIBBS: Found a couple arrowheads.
DUCKY: Ahhh. No, this one's an arrowhead, but this one's a shark's tooth and oh...not more than a couple thousand years old.
TONY: That recent?
DUCKY: Oh, yes. Any older and it would be black and fossilized.
TONY: How did it get into Rock Creek Park?
DUCKY: Oh, pre-Columbian Indians, y'know. They either found a dead shark on shore or procured it from a simiroid tribe. Oh! We have to notifiy the ARPA.
GIBBS: After we're done here.
DUCKY: Oh, come on, Gibbs, it's a $250,000 fine for disturbing an archaeological site.
GIBBS: Crime site first, Duck.
TONY: Y'know, I was just thinking. Since the arrowhead and the shark's tooth were here before Jane Doe was buried...Never mind.
DUCKY: Wouldn't it be fascinating if our Jane Doe was unknowingly interred atop a prehistoric burial? Oh, it happened to me once before, you know. In '68. Or was it '67...oh, well, no matter.

KATE: I appreciate your letting me do this.
JANE DOE: I'd like to know who I am, too.
KATE: I'll need your clothes.
JANE DOE: My clothes?
KATE: If you handled explosives, our forensics people will find particles in your clothing.
JANE DOE: Of course.
KATE: Can I have your right hand, please?
JANE DOE: I think I've done this before.
KATE: If so, that's good news. You'll be in somebody's database.
JANE DOE: FBI's terrorist list.
KATE: You have to stop thinking like that.
JANE DOE: How am I to think? I know there's a bomb on a Navy ship and I put it there.
KATE: Do you remember placing it?
JANE DOE: No. But I know it's there.
KATE: Well, knowing it's there doesn't mean you placed it, does it?
JANE DOE: No, I suppose not.
[flashback of a church]
KATE: What is it?
JANE DOE: I remember...being in a church.
KATE: Which church?
JANE DOE: I don't know.

DUCKY: We found a 4075 caliber bullet lodged in the Comanche's femur. Now, since the 4075 cavalry carbine was introduced in 1873, we had an approximate date to work with.
TONY: Speaking of dates to work from...you know, we've worked together for two years, and I have no idea where you live?
DUCKY: Well, I'd just as well we kept it that way, Tony.
TONY: Right.
GIBBS: Well, hello.
DUCKY: Ah, another artifact.
GIBBS: Only if your pre-Columbians used keys.

ABBY: So I suppose you want me to find out what chastity belt this opens.
GIBBS: Do I look like Dinozzo?
TONY: That's not funny, boss. Besides. I could open a chastity belt.
ABBY: Have you ever seen one? Mine's awesome, it's 18th century French.
TONY: You have a chastity belt?
GIBBS: So much more information than I needed to know about, Abby, and not enough about this key.
ABBY: The key opens a magnetized lock. Instead of serrations, magnets repel magnetized pins.
GIBBS: Hotel room?
ABBY: Possibly. But it could be any high-security lock. There's no logos, or serial numbers, but a magnetic code is like a fingerprint, so it'll lead me back to whatever system made the code on the key.
KATE: Hospital called, ah, the rape kit is negative. Anything on her prints or clothing?
ABBY: Nothing on her fingerprints yet. But the gas chromatograph should give me something on her clothes soon.
GIBBS: Hey. How was your interview?
KATE: It's sad, Gibbs. She's trying so hard, she desperately wants to help.
GIBBS: I'm glad, but did she remember anything?
KATE: She did, ah, she thinks that she's been fingerprinted before.
TONY: Terrorist.
KATE: And she remembers praying in church. She's not the terrorist type, Tony.
TONY: Oh, so you're thinking more Angelina Jolie?
ABBY: We got a whoop.
GIBBS: What kinda whoop, Abby? Abby?
ABBY: Okay, uhm. This hit is erythritol. It's used in low carb sweeteners. And this spike is trimethylene. It's found in polyester fibers. Dinitrate is a common angina medication, and this is glycol, and glycol is antifreeze.
TONY: So our Jane Doe uses low carb sweetener, wears polyester, puts her own antifreeze in her car and has a heart condition?
ABBY: Or, she's mixing up a brew to go boom, big time. All these chemicals are used in high grade explosives.

JANE DOE: I don't know which is worse - not knowing who you are, or knowing you're a terrorist.
ABBY: The chemicals on your clothing do not make you a terrorist. I told you they have other uses.
JANE DOE: My heart's fine, I, I hate polyester. I don't like artificial sweetener -
KATE: How do you know?
JANE DOE: I just know. Like, I know I don't like strawberries but I love blueberries. I know what I like and what I don't like, Agent Todd, I just don't know who I am, what I do, where I live...
KATE: Okay. Let's say the residue was from the explosives. It could've come from a...a legitimate occupation.
JANE DOE: What, I'm an...[german]...that means explosive maker in German. How do I know that?
KATE: Maybe it's your job title. Sprechen...deutsch?
JANE DOE: No.
KATE: Okay, maybe it's a German firm here. If you worked in Germany you, you would know the language. You realize what this could mean?
JANE DOE: Yeah, it means I could've put a bomb on a Navy ship.
KATE: Or you know who did, and they tried to kill you.
JANE DOE: You think?
KATE: I do.
JANE DOE: Why do you believe in me?
KATE: Why do you like blueberries?

DRADIO: I can't release a woman who doesn't know her name, Agent Gibbs.
GIBBS: What did the neurological consult say?
DRADIO: She's in no medical danger. But she doesn't know who she is, ah, ah, where she lives, her phone number, anything.
KATE: Yes, you can, Doctor. Tell them, Maureen.
JANE DOE: My name's Maureen Ingalls. I live at 620 Niagara Street in Alexandria. I don't think I ever remembered my phone number.
GIBBS: Do you remember who buried you?
KATE: She may always block that memory. Isn't that right, Doctor?
DRADIO: Yes, see, um, most traumatic amnesiacs never recall the event which triggered the memory loss. In fact, I had a case where there were three accident victims, who, ah...
TONY: What if her attacker returns?
KATE: She'll be in protective custody. At my place.
DRADIO: So you'll assume responsibility for signing her out?
KATE: Of course.
DRADIO: I still suggest she stays here another 24 hours, but...since she's recovered her memory, I...
KATE: Thank you, Doctor. Oh, and Ms. Ingalls...has no clothes, so could she borrow a set of greens?
DRADIO: Ah, no problem. Follow me, please.
KATE: I'll join you in a minute.
GIBBS: Okay, who's Maureen Ingalls?
KATE: How do you know she isn't? My cousin.
TONY: That was a quick fold.
GIBBS: Kate, do you realize the laws you're violating by signing her out when she's lying?
KATE: Her memory is already coming back, Gibbs. I mean, she remembered the German word for explosives fabricator.
TONY: She speaks German?
KATE: No. No, but I think she makes explosives for a German firm here.
TONY: Or a German terrorist cell with ties to Al Qaeda.
KATE: Yeah, well, since Al Qaeda's not listed in the yellow pages, let's start tracking German munition makers fist.
TONY: Whoa, what's with you and Jane Doe?
KATE: She'll be occupying my spare bedroom so I don't have to say no to you.
TONY: Oh! Did I ask? Huh, did I?
GIBBS: Why are you doing this, Kate?
KATE: She's terrified, Gibbs. I just think my place would be more conducive to her recovering her memory than a hospital. And we need to find that bomb.

ABBY: Gotcha.
GIBBS: Oh, I love to hear that word out of those dark lips, Abby.
ABBY: Hey guys, what'd you find?
TONY: Kate willing to give her bedroom to Jane Doe but not me.
ABBY: Shocking.
GIBBS: Gotcha.
ABBY: You were right, Gibbs. I matched the magnetic code to a system at Mag Secure. It's a hotel room key.
GIBBS: Got a list of the hotels?
ABBY: MagSecure's faxing over a list, it'll be here shortly.
TONY: Hey, what's that on the top?
ABBY: Oh, scratch.
TONY: Mmm...that's more than a scratch.
ABBY: You might actually be right.
GIBBS: No.
TONY: 20/10, same as Ted Williams. He could see the seams on a fastball coming at him.
GIBBS: How 'bout knuckle?
ABBY: Whoa.
GIBBS: Oh. How did someone etch letters that small?
ABBY: Microlaser. It was developed to put serial numbers on diamonds. The numbers are invisible to the naked eye -
TONY: Not mine.
ABBY: - so that the thieves think their heist is fenceable, and then wham. They get five to ten.
GIBBS: Why use them on a room key?
ABBY: Maybe someone was playing with the hotel's new toy. Like when photocopiers first came out and people were copying everything from C notes to their butts.
TONY: You sat your naked butt on a photocopier, didn't you, Abby?
ABBY: Yup.

JANE DOE: This is you with the President!
KATE: I used to be with the Secret Service on Air Force One.
JANE DOE: Why'd you leave?
KATE: The work at NCIS is more interesting.
JANE DOE: Than flying around the country with the President?
KATE: Well, it's not all it's cracked up to be. Y'know, constantly on edge, worried that some nut is going to take a shot at him.
JANE DOE: Or blow him up.
KATE: Try this sweater and pants. They should fit all right.
JANE DOE: I've been trying to recall that ship. I know it's not a carrier.
KATE: Submarine?
JANE DOE: N...no.
KATE: Well, there are no active battleships, so it would have to be a cruiser or a destroyer.
JANE DOE: They look the same.
KATE: Not the Navy.
JANE DOE: Y'know, it's one of them, I'm sure of it. Can't you just search them?
KATE: Well, these aren't two ships. Uh, they're two classes of ships. There are eighteen destroyers and seven cruisers in Norfolk alone.
JANE DOE: Oh. I wish I could give you a name.
KATE: Maybe you can.

ABBY: Looks like there's only three hotels in the DC area that use MagSecure keys.
TONY: And the phone number for the Jackson is 5-5-5 -
GIBBS: Triple five, zero one hundred.
TONY: Did you get contact lenses?
GIBBS: Nope. Can I talk to your manager please?
TONY: Laser surgery?
GIBBS: No, Dinozzo, put a sock in it! Contact the rest of these hotels. Special Agent Gibbs, NCIS. Navy Criminal Investigative Service.

JANE DOE: I never knew the Navy had so many ships.
KATE: Yeah, and these are just the cruisers and destroyers.
JANE DOE: Some of the names sound familiar...
KATE: The cruisers are named after battles, and destroyers are named after naval heroes.
JANE DOE: None of them ring a bell, so to speak.
KATE: Well, it was worth a shot. What's wrong?
JANE DOE: I just feel a little dizzy.
KATE: Maybe I should just take you back to the hospital.
JANE DOE: No - no. I think I'm just weak from hunger. I don't remember the last time I ate.
KATE: Well, we'd better get you some food then.

JANE DOE: I think...I have a coat like this.
KATE: You sure?
JANE DOE: The texture and...these buttons. Yeah, I'm positive.
KATE: It's a Michael Bee; there are only a few stores that carry his line.
JANE DOE: Let's go!
KATE: Okay. First we eat.
JANE DOE: Food can wait. Finding the bomb is more important.
KATE: You never know when you get to eat on my job.

TONY: None of the hotels micro-etch their keys.
ABBY: Well, somebody etched "The Apartment" on that key.
GIBBS: Maybe a permanent resident. What hotels besides the Jackson take permanent residents?
TONY: Neither of them.
GIBBS: We'll need a search authorization.
TONY: How'd you know the Jackson has permanent residents?
GIBBS: I just did.
TONY: Did you used to live there, boss?
GIBBS: No.
TONY: You know someone who lives there?
GIBBS: My ex-wife lives there.
TONY: Oh. Oh-o! So, you didn't read the phone number. You knew it.

KATE: Anything familiar? Sound of the traffic outside, smell of the clothing, anything?
CLERKATE: It's been a while, hasn't it?
JANE DOE: You remember me?
CLERKATE: Oh, no, your coat. It's about three years old. Still looks great though. You know, you should check out his new line. It's really fantastic.
JANE DOE: I - prefer black.
KATE: Do you recognize him?
JANE DOE: He reminds me of the man that attacked me?

TONY: V-e-ery expensive looking, boss, I hope she's not sticking you with the bill -
GIBBS: Has Mr. Richter had a suite here for a while?
HOTEL GUY: Over two years.
GIBBS: Then you know him well?
HOTEL GUY: Not really. If the residents don't call us with a problem, we respect their privacy. Here we are, suite 8700. Oh, my.

KATE: Gibbs. She just remembered the man who attacked her.
GIBBS: Oookay...she give you a name?
KATE: No. He's Caucasian, bald, late forties, and when attacked her, he was wearing a -
GIBBS: Blue blazer, blue shirt, burgundy tie with a blue stripe?
KATE: You found him?
GIBBS: Oh, yeah, we found him.

KOCHOFIS: You're telling me those dudes from Hoover didn't save the man.
TONY: Hell no, it was NC-us.
KOCHOFIS: Not according to the tv reports.
TONY: Yeah, well, when do they get it right. Boss, this is detective Andy Kochofis, homicide. Cut me some slack on the Major Kerry investigation.
GIBBS: Yeah, maybe he'll do it again.
KOCHOFIS: What, I do it once and I'm a whore?
GIBBS: A courtesan, maybe. Richter had a year's lease, but it's not the home address on his driver's license.
TONY: There's no clothes on the closet, no photos, just hotel amenities.
GIBBS: Check the booze.
TONY: Oh, yeah. That's not hotel stock. McKellan 19, Belvedere, Home Bay Sapphire.
KOCHOFIS: Could be a Beltway Bandit. Leased this suite for company entertainment.
GIBBS: In his own name?
KOCHOFIS: Tony said an amnesia case led you here.
GIBBS: Yeah. Found the key to this place in Jane Doe's grave.
KOCHOFIS: I thought she was alive.
TONY: Ah, she woke up taking a dirt nap in Rock Creek Park and did a Dracula.
KOCHOFIS: Huh. That's a new one.
GIBBS: Whoever buried her thinks she's dead. I'd like to keep it that way.
KOCHOFIS: Okay. But why do you want the lead on the investigation?
GIBBS: There may be a Navy terrorist attack in the mix, we just like to keep it all in one ball of wax.
TONY: Yeah, look how well we did last time, huh?
KOCHOFIS: Yeah, not according to the -
TONY: To the TV, yeah, don't rub it in.
KOCHOFIS: All right, look. If our ME's cool, so am I.

DIGGER: Ducky, I should do this autopsy.
DUCKY: Oh, now, Digger, I can cite you a dozen cases where the local authority was usurped by an ongoing federal investigation. Look at Lincoln's assassination. He was shot at the Ford Theater only a few blocks from here. Now that is an autopsy I would like. 79.1.
DIGGER: 72.3.
DUCKY: My God, Digger, when did your department date its field kits? Your probe's so old it could have been used on Typhoid Mary. Were you as amazed by her story as I was, Digger? A healthy woman making all those people sick and not having a clue. Can you imagine not having a clue, Digger?
DIGGER: Y'know, you're right. Our equipment is outdated. We're backed up at the lab anyway. He's all yours, Ducky. NCIS will handle the autopsy.
KOCHOFIS: Okay, Aldridge.
GIBBS: What'd he die from, Ducky?
DUCKY: A blunt object to the back of the head. Yes, I believe we'll find blood and hair - well, blood - on an object here. One of the bookends, the obelisk, crystal ash tray. I hope he didn't suffer the indignity of being whacked by this tawdry bust of President Kennedy.
GIBBS: Tony.
TONY: I'm on it.
GIBBS: Was he murdered before our Jane Doe was buried?
TONY: Liver temperature was close to room temperature, so he deceased at least 18 hours ago.
GIBBS: Doesn't answer my question.
DUCKY: Jethro, I don't answer forensics questions I don't know the answers to. You know that. Why do you keep asking me?
GIBBS: Force of habit.
TONY: A-ah. Bad news, Ducky. Looks like blood on the Kennedy bust.
DUCKY: Oh, you poor man.

JANE DOE: What kind of person am I to be involved in this?
KATE: Well, we don't know what the 'this' is, yet. Or how you're involved. And bad things happen to good people all the time. I sound like a self-help book.
JANE DOE: No! You've been wonderful to me. I deeply appreciate it, Kate. I just wish I could remember more.
KATE: So the name Walter Richter means nothing to you?
JANE DOE: Nothing. Will I have to look at his body?
KATE: Maybe not. We're running a background check, and we'll find out how he's connected to you. If he's connected to you at all.
WTONY: And here you are.
KATE: I'm starving. How 'bout you?
JANE DOE: Famished.
[flashback]
KATE: Tell me what you're seeing.
JANE DOE: A sad and lonely woman.

ABBY: Guys, this is weird.
TONY: Hm, Ducky didn't like it either. Said it was tawdry.
ABBY: Oh, no, no, the bust is cool, it's what I found that's weird. There's a partial palm print on this bust of Kennedy. And if you remember your history, there was a partial palm print on the Manliker rifle used to assassinate Kennedy.
TONY: Don't tell me that you tried to match them.
ABBY: No. There's not enough of a print there to match. I just thought it woudl be cool to try.
GIBBS: Are you saying our palm print might be useless for identification?
ABBY: Yes. But don't you think that's weird? That the Kennedy bust and the Kennedy murder weapon both have partial palm prints?
GIBBS: That's not what I think is weird, Ab. What about the latents you found at the hotel room.
ABBY: Um, there were some unknowns and some matches. The ones on the crystal tumbler and the MacCallan belonged to the victim. But what's going to make your day is the latent you lifted off the desk. The one at the left side, Kate took off of Jane Doe at the hospital. On the right side is your print from the desk.
TONY: Well, they match.
ABBY: Fourteen Galton points.
GIBBS: Jane Doe was in that hotel suite.

DUCKY: Our victim died from a subdural hematoma, caused by a skull fracture. I believe we'll find that this impression in the parietal lobe will match that rather gaudy bust of President Kennedy.
GIBBS: You got a time of death yet?
DUCKY: Well, due to the fixed lividity, the degree of putrefection, and the level of escorichia coli in the stomach and digestive tract -
GIBBS: Ducky.
DUCKY: At least forty-four hours ago. It's the best I can do with any certainty.
GIBBS: Our Jane Doe was found at 0350 Monday, less than two days ago.
DUCKY: Then it's safe to say our guest didn't put her in the ground.
GIBBS: None of this is getting us to a bomb on a ship, Duck!
TONY: Ah, but it is, boss. Background on Richter. He was head of security for a German firm - BFF. What is with the Germans and the alphabet thing? BMW, BMG, BASF - and they're all B's.
GIBBS: I'm resisting the urge to say cut the BS.
TONY: BFF stands for [German]
GIBBS: Tell me that "bomba" means the same in German as it does in English.
TONY: Ja vohmen, capitan. BFF makes bomb-detecting devices for the US Navy.
GIBBS: Yeah.

BRAUER: In a hotel.
GIBBS: The Jackson.
BRAUER: Mein Gott. Suite 8700? I was there Friday.
TONY: To kill Richter?
BRAUER: No. How could you ask such a question?
TONY: It's my job.
BRAUER: I take it you don't have the murderer, Agent Gibbs?
GIBBS: What were you doing at the Jackson Friday?
BRAUER: We maintain a suite there. Two of our senior engineers were over from Berlin, we had drinks before dinner.
GIBBS: Why is the room leased in Richter's name?
BRAUER: Ours is a very competitive business. We don't want our rivals knowing where our firm puts up people. Maids have been bribed, phones bugged...
TONY: People murdered.
BRAUER: That's a first for us.
GIBBS: May not be the last.
TONY: Who's your [German]
BRAUER: Suzanne MacNeil. Is she dead, too?
GIBBS: You have a photo of her?
BRAUER: Yes, in our personnel records.
GIBBS: What kind of work does she do for you?
BRAUER: She formulates explosives for our testing needs. Please tell me Suzanne is not dead.
TONY: Suzanne is not dead.
GIBBS: Whoops.
TONY: Mhm, big whoops.
GIBBS: You look kind of surprised to find out she's alive, Brauer.
BRAUER: Yeah. You tell me Walter has been murdered. You say he may not be the only one, and then you ask me about Suzanne. Of course I assume that she's dead too. This is Suzanne MacNeil.

KATE: Are you sure you're ready to do this?
SUZANNE: I don't know. But if it can help me regain my memory, then I have no choice, right?
KATE: Come on. Doctor Mallard, this is Jane Doe.
DUCKY: Hello.
SUZANNE: Doctor.
DUCKY: Ready?
[flashback]
RICHTER: There's six months of severance here. I advise you take it. Go look for new worlds to conquer.
[/flashback]
KATE: Anything?
SUZANNE: Nothing. The poor man.
DUCKY: Yes.

[German]
GIBBS: Her name's Suzanne MacNeil. She formulates explosives for BFF.
KATE: Well, if she put a bomb on a ship, it could be for a test.
GIBBS: I've emailed her personnel file to you. It's got a top security clearance, so it'll be like telling her life story. She recognize Richter?
KATE: No. No, all she felt was sympathy for him?
GIBBS: She got all teary-eyed over a body she didn't know?
KATE: She's a nice lady, Gibbs.
GIBBS: Oh, yeah. So you keep telling me.
KATE: Does Brauer know that she lost her memory. He knows she's alive and he's not in cuffs. Probably thinks she's unconscious or too traumatized to remember.
KATE: Are you sure he buried her?
GIBBS: Oh, yeah.
KATE: Then why'd he want her dead?
GIBBS: I got a couple of ideas.
KATE: You wanna share? I guess not. Suzanne!

BRAUER: Ja, [German]. Ja, I'll be with you in a moment.
TONY: You see, you told that to Gibbs a half-hour ago. Look at the expression on his face. Not good. Make this one a quickie.
BRAUER: Ich weiss?
GIBBS: Dinozzo...
TONY: Sorry, boss, this guy's Webster's definition of a micro-manager. People need his permission to take a wizz.
GIBBS: I could've gotten coffee. What'd you pick up, anything?
TONY: Well, give me a few minutes with this girl and...[thwap] From the little English I heard, the new bombasnuffler isn't snufflin' so good. Brauer's worried it won't pass Navy acceptance trials Thursday.
GIBBS: Tests? On a Navy ship?
TONY: If I heard there were gonna be tests on a Navy ship, you think we'd still be standin' here, boss?
GIBBS: Oh, sorry, I forgot, your minds work concurrently. Where's this test taking place?
TONY: At some lab here.
BRAUER: I, ah, apologize for the delay, Agent Gibbs. What would you like to see first?
GIBBS: The lab where you're conducting the Navy tests on Thursday.
BRAUER: Why do you want to go there?
GIBBS: Your chief of security is dead. NCIS is tasked with protecting Navy brass.
BRAUER: You think terrorists killed them?
GIBBS: These days, I look for terrorists behind most everything.
BRAUER: Hm. Of course, ja. This way, please.

KATE: Suzanne MacNeil, this is your life.
SUZANNE: Hm. You read it?
KATE: Yes.
SUZANNE: Is there anything I wouldn't want to know?
KATE: The sad and lonely woman? There's plenty of time for a husband and kids, Suzanne.
SUZANNE: Hm. The good ones are all married.

GIBBS: How well did you know Suzanne MacNeil?
BRAUER: Well. Didn't she tell you?
GIBBS: I'd like your opinion on the relationship.
BRAUER: Well, I know Suzanne quite well professionally. She's one of my key employees.
TONY: Kinda sexy, too.
BRAUER: I think you find all women that way, Agent Dinozzo.
TONY: Well, c'mon, you gotta admit, she's pretty sexy.
BRAUER: I'm happily married.
TONY: Yeah?
GIBBS: Do you have micro-etching equipment here?
BRAUER: Ja. Richter uses - used it for security purposes.
GIBBS: Did you ever see this old film? The Apartment, Jack Lemmon?
BRAUER: No, I don't believe so.
TONY: Richter did.
BRAUER: Probably, he loved old movies, but, ah, what does this have to do with...
GIBBS: I assume the, ah, photo in your office is your wife?
BRAUER: Ja.
GIBBS: Lovely woman.
BRAUER: Danke.
TONY: Older than Suzanne, of course.
BRAUER: Are you implying that I had an affair with Ms. MacNeil?
GIBBS: Did you?
BRAUER: No, Agent Gibbs, I did not. A man in my position cannot afford to risk losing everything in one of your ridiculous sexual harassment suits.
GIBBS: There's a laywer.
TONY: Sure is.
BRAUER: Yes, I suppose someone in your profession would look at it that way, but why would I murder Walter Richter, who wasn't only a close associate, but my friend?
GIBBS: I don't know.
BRAUER: I wouldn't. [German]
LAB TECH: [German]
TONY: That a bomb sniffer?
BRAUER: We don't breed dogs. It's a [German].
TONY: It'll never take first in show at Westminster.
GIBBS: Where is that ship?
BRAUER: In here, Agent Gibbs.
GIBBS: Is this where you use the explosives Suzanne makes?
BRAUER: Ja. She makes exotic bombs to test our detecting devices.

KATE: You did put a bomb on a Navy ship. Only the ship was a mock-up. You make bombs for tests. Didn't I tell you it was going to be something like this?
SUZANNE: Yes, you did. But this is like reading someone else's life, not mine. I mean, I, I don't remember any of it.
KATE: You've gotta give it time, Suzanne.
SUZANNE: How much time do I have, Kate? I mean, someone tried to kill me, someone bashed in that poor man's head...maybe if I go there, where I work, this BFF, it'll come back to me.
KATE: I think you've been through enough for one day.
SUZANNE: No, please, Kate, if I can just sit at my desk and meet other people, living people, I, I just, I think I'll remember. Please?

TONY: What's that?
LAB TECH: It's chemical signatures we are detecting - nitrates, mercury, glycose, cyclotrymethalins. Crate 4B contains a combination of cytlenide and paneratripetranitrate.
TONY: Yeah...
BRAUER: Terrorist-grade subtechs.
TONY: Our NCIS explosives sniffer'd tag that.
BRAUER: Well, this test is just beginning. There are more sophisticated explosives that your sniffer could not detect.
TONY: What makes your sniffer better?
LAB TECH: Our software. Chemical signatures are compared to a databank of all known chemical compounds. When a critical composition is detected, it sets off an alarm.
GIBBS: So it's only as good as its software.
BRAUER: Which is very good. Very good.
GIBBS: Then why are you worried about the Navy trials?
BRAUER: Hmph. Is that what Suzanne said?
LAB TECH: She would be pleased to see us fail.
GIBBS: Why?
LAB TECH: She would win, of course. And Suzanna likes to win.
BRAUER: It's her job to create explosives we cannot detect.
GIBBS: So she held a few surprises back because she likes to win.
BRAUER: In the beginning, she had some limited successes, but Dr. Rutger has rewritten the software to -
GIBBS: I had a hunting dog like that once.

GIBBS: Hey. Well?
KATE: Reading her file didn't work. She thought that being up at her office might help her remember.
TONY: How'd she know where her office was?
KATE: It's called a directory, Tony.
BRAUER: Are you speaking of Ms. MacNeil?
GIBBS: Yeah, we are. Kate Todd, BFF CEO Steven Brauer.
KATE: Mr. Brauer.
BRAUER: What doesn't she remember?
GIBBS: Well, why don't you ask her yourself?
[flashbacks]
BRAUER: Suzanne, stop! Stop, Suzanne, stop it! [German]
[/flashback]
KATE: Anything?
SUZANNE: No.
BRAUER: Suzanne?
SUZANNE: We know each other?
BRAUER: Ja. I'm Stefan - Steven.
SUZANNE: I'm...sorry, Mr. Steven, I don't remember you.
BRAUER: Brauer. Steven is my given name.
SUZANNE: Sorry, Mr. Brauer.
GIBBS: Well, that's both good news and bad news. She can't tell you the formula to her explosives, but then again, she can't remember who buried her in Rock Creek Park.
BRAUER: Were you buried?
SUZANNE: Yes.
BRAUER: You don't remember anything?
SUZANNE: Only that I like blueberries.
BRAUER: Uhm...come, Suzanne. Sit with me. Perhaps we...talk?
GIBBS: That son of a bitch is guilty as hell.

SUZANNE: You didn't have the guts to leave her but you buried me.
BRAUER: You don't have amnesia?
SUZANNE: Steven, you'd better be careful, you don't want those agents to see you scared.
TONY: You remember when I stayed with you that time, when it didn't really go so well?
GIBBS: Yeah. I remember, Dinozzo.
TONY: Well, listen. I was younger then. Immature, a little unfocused...
GIBBS: It was six months ago, Tony.

BRAUER: What happened in the office was an accident, and you know that. You were out of control.
SUZANNE: I'm not now.
BRAUER: No. You're quite calm. Suzanne, we can work this out. I'll give you anything. Anything.
SUZANNE: A wedding ring?
BRAUER: Ja. I'll divorce Brigitte.
SUZANNE: The hell you will. You don't have the guts. You couldn't even come to the apartment to dump me. You sent Walter.
BRAUER: You murdered Walter.

KATE: She said, someone bashed the poor man's head in. How did she know that Richter's head was bashed in? I couldn't see his wound, nobody told her how he died. She remembered.

SUZANNE: No one dumps me, Steven. My latest compound. So volatile, all you have to do is drop it.
BRAUER: Then you'll die, too.
SUZANNE: I've already been buried.
BRAUER: [German] Ein bomba!
KATE: Suzanne! Don't!
SUZANNE: Sorry, Kate.

TONY: We oughta do something, boss.
GIBBS: Have you ever made a mistake, Tony?
TONY: According to you or me?
GIBBS: You.
TONY: Yeah.
GIBBS: Could anyone make you feel better?
TONY: No.
GIBBS: My door's unlocked.
TONY: I know.