"Near miss." "Near miss." "Target not acquired." "Taking fire." "Near miss." "Taking fire." "Reload." "Dude, you so suck." "This machine sucks, it's impossible!" "You're hit." "Game over." "Enter fifty cents to continue." "No way, you still owe me three bucks for the tacos." "Screw it, y'know what?" "The damn thing's rigged anyways." "Kill shot." "Kill shot." "Target destroyed." "Kill shot." "Kill shot." "Kill shot." "Bonus level." "Kill shot." "Kill shot." "Kill shot." "High score." "Mission accomplished." "You are the new high score." "So you're telling me, we sign up now, you can guarantee us we go to Hawaii?" "Let's just say, you sign an open contract," "I will bust my ass to get you any duty station you want." " Hawaii, Italy, Spain..." " Iraq?" "I ain't gonna lie to you boys." "Iraq might be a problem." "What with boot camp, sol, follow-on schools, we're talking over a year and a half of training." "Iraq will be pretty much over by the time you boys graduate." "Sorry." "You were talking about wanting to go there, right?" "Yeah / Yeah, sure." "The truth is, most Marines don't see combat." "I mean, look at me." "Been in the Corps sixteen years." "The closest I've ever come to a bullet is..." "NAVY NCIS Naval Criminal Investigation Service" "¸¶Å© ÇÏ¸ó" ""þ"þ ¾Ë·º"êõ" "¸¶ÀÌÅ¬ ¿þµé¸®" "Æú·¹ÀÌ ÇÃ·¹Æ® µ¥ÀÌºñµå ¸ÆÄ®·³" "¿µ¾îëº" ±èÇý°æ" "¿µ¾îÀÚ¸· À±¼±¿µ" "ÇÑ±ÛÀÚ¸· È"°üÈ£" "Season 1." "Episode 13." "One Shot, One Kill" "All right." "So, what happened next?" "If it's any consolation, Gibbs," "Gunnery Sergeant Alvarez's death was almost instantaneous." "His CO's on the way down here, Duck, can we move him yet?" "We can't put him on the gurney until we take pictures, and Gerald has the camera and he's nowhere to be found." "Can we hurry it up?" "I don't think Gunnery Sergeant Alvarez would appreciate being seen like this." "You knew the man?" " Nope." "Well, if it's any consolation, Gunny, Gibbs is the absolute best we got." "My assistant, on the other hand.." "excuse me.." "yeah, well that's the problem today, isn't it?" "Yeah, the so-called advances of the internet generation." "With their MP3 players, their iPods, their video games." "Spinning themselves into a self-induced state of Attention Deficit Disorder." "Barely absorbing one cluster of information before the next one strikes their fancy." "Dinozzo, where's my bullet?" "Hopefully in this box or the wall behind it." "Got your knife on you, boss?" "Rule number nine." "Never go anywhere without a knife." "You sure about that?" "I thought nine was never ask a girl her weight on the first date." "Well, that depends entirely on whether you want a second one or not, Tony." "Whatta you got, Kate?" "Well, the kids can't tell us much except where Alvarez was sitting when he was popped." "Several people reported hearing a gunshot around 1300, but no eyewitnesses." "I bet you had no problem getting dates wearing one of these, Gibbs." "Dating was not exactly my problem in the Corps, Dinozzo." "What'd the LEO say?" "Might be gang-related." "Alvarez had a couple run-ins with the locals." "Last month, they threw a brick through the window here." "Well, if it was gang-bangers, they're packing serious heat." "It went straight through the sheetrock into what looks like some kind of toy warehouse?" "Give me my knife back." "You two better get moving." "Don't come back without my bullet." "You think he'd let me borrow his uniform for a weekend?" "Don't know." "I just hope I'm there when you ask him." "Where on earth did he put the gurney?" "I swear, if he's lost inside that MP3 again.." "Ah, I got the rest of those photos that you asked for." "And Gibbs said that he wanted Gunnery Sergeant Alvarez out quick, so I staged the, ah, gurney near his body." "You ever play with one of these as a kid?" "Do I look like the doll type, Tony?" "Well, maybe if you smiled more and did something with your hair." "Can I help you?" "Oh, yes." "We're with NCIS." "Stands for Naval Criminal Investigative Service, yeah." "I'm Carl." "AWM." "System Warehouse manager." "You've heard of us." "Watch Forensic Files on Court TV." "They profiled a case you guys did a few years ago. / Really?" "Yeah." "You guys couldn't solve it." "So, they brought in the FBI," " and those guys.." " I don't have cable, Carl." "We're here on official business." "Oh." "About the murder next door?" "Not that we know it's a murder yet, but from all preliminary indications it appears that it's probably.." "Bullet went through the common wall into your warehouse." "We need to forensically trace its trajectory." "Not a problem." "You gonna use the laser projector, or the more outdated string technique?" " Major Doherty." " Yes?" "Special Agent Gibbs." "NCIS." "Five months in Iraq, I didn't lose a single man." "What can you tell me about the Gunnery Sergeant?" "Oh, he was a legend." "Career recruiter who never missed a quota. / Any ideas?" "Well, we've had some trouble with gangs in the neighborhood." "Vandalism, mostly, they don't like it when the kids around here choose a career over hanging out on street corners." "What about complaints filed from the kids he did recruit?" "We have a few." " I'll need to see those." " Not a problem." "The real ones, Major." "The ones that tend to surface when you don't make your quota." "Hell, if it helps you find his killer," "I'll give you his whole damn filing cabinet, Agent Gibbs." "All right." "Where the hell's the bullet?" "It's like it just disappeared!" "I'm going to need you on your knees over here, Kate," " it's time to get dirty." " What?" "We have to sweep the floor for marks." "It may have lost velocity and dropped." "Right." "Right, I knew that." "That's not how they do it on CSI." "You really need to get off that couch more, Carl." "Was there a pallet or display like right around here, say at one o'clock this afternoon?" "Carl!" "Ah... ah, yeah, went out about an hour ago." "It was a load of dolls heading for Richmond." " Can you contact the driver?" " Sure." "Good. 'Cause we got a new address for drop-off." "Got a present for ya." "Okay, what is it?" "Seven years' worth of Gunnery Sergeant Alvarez's personal and professional correspondence." "Need it sorted by category." "Which are?" "Gonna leave that part up to you." "Oh, come on, Gibbs, at least tell me what I'm looking for!" "Same thing we're all looking for, Kate." "A murderer." "Ooh, why didn't I take the damn dolls?" "Is there a reason you pulled all their heads off, Abby?" "It's so we know that we've checked them." "Yeah." "But the one with the round in it was sitting practically on top." "You emptied the entire box." " Well, it was kinda fun." " And they're naked." "Shhhh." "I am about to perform my first autopsy." "Aha!" "Gerald, to Abby, please!" "Does Ducky know you do that?" "Hey, Gibbs." "I was just about to run this through the ballistics lab." "Good. 'Cause when you're done," "I wanna see that mockup of the trajectory on the computer." "And I'm gone." "Why are all these dolls naked?" "Don't look at me, boss." "Must be a Goth thing." "Definitely wasn't a pistol, Gibbs." "7.62 millimeters. / A rifle." "Problem is, I can't tell which kind." "Hopefully I can look it up on the plates." "Then why don't you start with what it's not, Abby?" "Well, I know it's not an AK-47." "There's lots of those floating around DC." "The grooving's all wrong." "Without knowing the exact make of the rifle..." "I'm going on guess work, but I think I can explain why there are no eyewitnesses." "Every rifle has a certain range where they experience maximum penetration power." "It has to do with the ammo load, length of the barrel, and rifling." "We know our rounds went through a Marine, ricocheted off an office chair, through a box, a sheetrock wall, and ended up in our doll's head." "There's no way that shot came from just outside the window or even across the street." "The shooter was long range." "Really long range." "Our shooter's a sniper." "Relax your hand, or you're never gonna get it in your mouth." "I'm trying, but this thing's too damn slippery." "Never gonna impress a girl that way." "Oh, whatever." "Just promise me the next time that we decide to do this, Kate, make sure that they don't forget the forks." "No one like's a show off." "Screw this." "Got any soup?" "Ahhh." "That had better not be mine, Dinozzo." "Gibbs ordered soup?" "Great." "If it's any consolation, it's not very good." "Whose chow mein?" "Tony's. / Good." "So." "Anything interesting in Alvarez's complaint file?" "Well, it seems he had a gift for exaggerating the opportunities available in the Marine Corps." "You'll like this one, boss." "One guy, wanted to be a paramedic, so Alvarez guaranteed him the Corps would train him to save lives. / Heh" "What's wrong with that?" "The Marine Corps doesn't have medical personnel." " They're all Navy." " Technically, he is correct." "I mean, Marines do save lives, but mostly through the use of superior firepower." "Well, that seems to be his MO, the bait and switch." "This kid wanted to be a pilot." "Alvarez told him he'd be sitting in a cockpit by the end of his second year." "Plane mechanic?" "Heh." "Close." "Ejection seat technician." " Any of 'em contain threats?" " No." "Not yet at least." "Y'know, come to think of it, you never told us why you enlisted, boss." "That's because it's personal." "Gibbs." "You think his recruiter told him a fast one?" "I doubt it. / Why?" "Can you imagine someone lying to Gibbs and getting away with it?" "Yeah" "That was our authorization for the building that Abby thinks the sniper fired from." " Dinozzo, you're with me." " Wh... what about me?" "Nope." "Need to see if there's a murderer hiding in that stack of files." "Good luck." "Alone, eating Chinese food again." "What a refreshing change, Kate." "Well, it's a nice neighborhood." "Coupla coats of paint, maybe a bulldozer." "You're looking at the reason Alvarez made quota every month." "Actually, I think I'm looking at vomit." "He's trying to give these kids a real chance to get out of here." "Problem is, some of 'em were too young or ignorant to realize it." "Maybe." "But you gotta admit, he had a unique approach." "You got a key?" " Right here." "Hmm, thing's stuck." "Gimme a try." "Hey, Dinozzo, kinda reminds me of your apartment." "'Cept for that minty fresh urine smell." "For your information, I have a maid now." "You can afford a maid?" "It's amazing what you can do when you don't have to pay three alimonies." "Ow!" "Oh, this doesn't make any sense." "You sure this is the wall facing the recruiting station?" "Yeah." "Northeast." "Abby's trajectory's gotta be wrong." "How could a guy fire from here, there isn't even a window." "I dunno." "That's what we're going to find out." "Let's get busy." "Minty fresh urine smell..." "Well, I dunno what we got, but I'm done." "Gibbs?" "Hey." "Dinozzo!" "Got your knife?" "Rule number nine, never go anywhere without your.." "Ah, i was just testing you, seeing if you were paying attention." "What exactly are we looking for here?" "This, right here." "Okay." "Let's bag it." "Oh, boy." "We got a major problem." "Whaddya see?" "A shooter who is highly intelligent and methodical." "Out of a thousand bricks in this wall he only removed the one he needed." " Did you have fun last night?" " Oh, yeah." "Got in around four AM and ah, filed evidence for another hour." "Really." "Was Gibbs with you?" "Oh, God, thanks for reminding me." "I'd better call him, make sure he's up." "Hey." "You're late." "And a good morning to you, sir." "Kate, you get those files sorted?" "Looks like we might've had our Gunny figured wrong." "These aren't complaints, they're letters thanking him." "He kept in touch with a lot of his recruits after graduation." "The middle ones are mostly bitching and moaning along the lines of last night, and these are the two that stood out." "This one sounded the most promising." "Oh, I'll say." " This guy's threatening to cut of Alvarez's head, and then" " Yeah, he's dead." "Six months ago, in Iraq." "This one is our best bet." "Sergeant Aaron Barnes." "Now he claims that Alvarez told him that if he signed up for a six year hitch, he'd qualify for the Marine Enlisted Commissioning Program." "Listen, son." "You wanna be an officer someday, you gotta show the Marine Corps that you're committed." "Now, between you and me, nothing says commitment like a six year hitch." "Hell, I can even see myself saluting you someday." "Turns out Barnes's high school GPA wasn't high enough to qualify for MECEP, and when he found that out, he wanted to break his contract." "That's not gonna happen." "Yeah." "And when that got shot down, he fired off a personal letter to Alvarez promising to look the Gunny up again when his contract was up." "That's not exactly a death threat." "Well, his contract's up this year." "But here's the kicker." "Two years ago he was selected for sniper school, and he was so good that they brought him back as an instructor." "He's there now." "Let's roll." "Did you have any of that shrimp last night?" "How could I?" "You shoved them all in your mouth." "Consider yourself lucky." "Adjust your mil scale!" "You're shooting upscale with a variable ten knot wind." "Close doesn't count in combat, Corporal." "Even a half inch off the mark your target gets an opportunity to live," " and return the favor." " Yes, Sergeant!" "Sergeant Barnes." "Stand by, gentlemen." "Special Agent Gibbs, Todd, Dinozzo." "NCIS." "What can I do for you, sir?" "We want to talk to about Gunnery Sergeant Freddy Alvarez." "I guess he couldn't get away with it forever. / What?" "Promising things he knew he could never deliver on, sir." "Thing is, we're not here to talk about his recruiting methods." " He was killed yesterday." " Shot by a sniper." "Not many people could make that shot." "Six hundred meters, through glass, at an angle..." "You think it's me." "I can't believe he kept this letter." "You've gotta believe me, sir, it's not what you think. / It never is." "Where were you, Sergeant?" "Yesterday, between noon and 1400?" "Individual PT, sir." "Running the loop around Longer Reservoir." "Can anyone corroborate that?" "Corporal Stenson." "We work out together every Wednesday." "And where's the corporal now?" "Running an LandNav class in the field." "I can have him call you when he gets back." "I got a better idea." "Why don't you give me his grid coordinate and a map." "You sure you know where you're going?" "Used to do this for a living." "They had maps back then?" "Corporal Stenson!" "You two work up to the next azimuth." "I'll be with you in a minute." " Special Agent Gibbs." "NCIS." " What's up, sir?" "You and your people working on some LandNav?" "Among other things." "Did you PT with Sergeant Barnes yesterday afternoon?" "Yes sir, every Wednesday between noon and 1400." "What'd you do?" "We, uhm... we were running the obstacle course, ma'am." "Here it is, okay?" "Gunny Alvarez lied to me." "It pissed me off, so I wrote him that stupid letter." "But joining the Marine Corp's the best thing that ever happened to me." "It's sixty-eight degrees in here, Sergeant." "You hot, or do you always sweat this much?" "I am not a murderer, sir." "You'll excuse me if I don't take your word for it." "My contract was up the end of this year, sir." "Why would I re-enlist for another six years if I hated the Marine Corps?" "Maybe you just enjoy being a sniper." "Get a thrill out of the fact that your target is totally unaware of your presence?" "Their life's in your hands?" "You, choosing the exact moment you plan to end it." "Do you think that Alvarez felt those crosshairs lining up on his chest?" "I didn't shoot him." "Sir." "Next time, drive a little faster, Tony." "I think my glands still have an ounce of adrenaline left." "Responsible crime scene investigation demands a timely arrival, Kate." "Yeah, well it would help if the investigators didn't puke all over it." " Brings back memories." " Memories of what?" "Marriage." "The second Marine recruiter was killed why Sergeant Barnes was in custody.." "why are we still holding him?" "He's not telling the truth." "I just don't know about what." "Well, he could have a partner." "Snipers like to use spotters." "Why don't we see if these two shootings are even connected?" "Boss - you expecting company?" "The victim was a Marine." "That puts it in our jurisdiction, Agent Freeman." "Maybe, but the second shooting is in Maryland, which puts it across state lines, and in ours." " According to who?" " The director of the FBI." "Oh." "Is he here, somewhere?" "Look, if you pull your people back," "I promise you'll get copies of everything we find. / And if I don't?" "Well, I wouldn't worry about that." "You'll be receiving a call from your director any minute now." "Oh, and one more thing, Agent Gibbs." "Fornell warned me about you." "Do not try and remove the body." "O-ho-ho." "You're not still using laser?" "They're still using laser." "Maybe... they didn't get the memo." "You didn't get the memo, did you?" "DOJ memoranda?" "12 August?" "Ballistic laser calibration devices?" "The health warning?" "May lead to impotence?" "Maybe he doesn't have to worry about that any more." "We can get the trajectory, no problem." "Competition's going to be for the bullet." "I don't think the unfortunate staff sergeant Allen is going to be of much use there." "The bullet passed clean through." "Then I suggest we help our good friends the FBI find it." " Tony, make a hole." " Scalpel." "Kate?" "Find the bullet." "I know you find the departmental turf wars as tedious as I do." "No, people of serious intent should never allow the frivolous to deter them from the pursuit of justice, should they?" "Don't ya think?" "Got the secondary bullet hole, boss." "All right, we'll take it from here." "Ah, no, I'll wait for my boss." "He's the guy with all his hair." "Tony, I'll handle this." "What, you still haven't heard from your director yet?" "Nope." "And until we do, that bullet in the wall behind us belongs to NCIS." "Well, from where I'm standing, you're a little outnumbered." "Well, from where I'm standing, I'm not real worried about it." "All right, listen, Gibbs, I don't have time for this bull." "Will somebody please get me the damn NCIS director on the phone!" "Well, that may be a bit of a problem." "See, Thursday's his golf day." "Listen, I'm not fooling around anymore, Gibbs." "Oh, I'm not either." "Man has a mean handicap." "Yeah, Gibbs." "Hehe." "Kate's got the bullet, boss." "Yes, sir." "Yes, sir." "Won't happen again, sir." "Looks like you win this one." "Don't get used to it." "Don't take it personally, Gibbs." "We all have our orders." "Listen, if you see Fornell, you say hi for me." "My pleasure." "You have a nice day now." "Halfcock..." "Who's Halfcock?" "Carlos Halfcock, a Marine sniper legend." "Thirty-nine confirmed kills in Vietnam." "What's that gotta do with a pigeon feather?" "It's not a pigeon feather." "Look." "Chaff's too small." "Okay." "That small white bird feather." "VC nicknamed him Halfcock after the small white bird feather he kept in the band of his hat." "History Channel?" "His biography." "Ha." "You read his biography?" "I watched his biography on the Biography Channel." "So you think it's somehow connected to the shooter?" "Don't know." "Find another one of these that matches it in Gunnery Sergeant Alvarez's office." "We'll strip search the roaches, boss." "You realize what this means, if it is some kind of a calling card?" "Yep." "Means he likes to meet the recruiter before he kills him." "The second bullet's in way better shape than the first." "Some of the rifling patterns are matching up like the glam slam techno twins." "Oh, sorry." "Wrong generation." "Um, think, the Andrews sisters." "Heh." "You're going back a little far there, Abs." "So I don't have enough to be 100% certain it's the same gun, but I am 100% sure it's the same model." "Did you backtrack the shooter's location yet?" "Looks like our shooter might be mobile." "Following the trajectory in reverse, there isn't a building or a structure that makes any sense as a shooting position." "There's only road." "Shooter fired from a car?" "Or a truck, or a van..." "What's up?" "This whole sensitivity to women in the workplace thing?" "Backfired." "What are you talking about?" "I'm talking about the way we divide our tasks." "I always get the floor." "Up close and personal, floors are scummy." "It's no big deal, Tony, I would've done it." "Haha." "But you didn't." "Floors are scummy." "My point exactly." "You would never volunteer to take the floor," "I would have to suggest it." "Then I would be met by lots of comments about my chauvinism and insensitivity." "Ha." "I don't need a floor for that." "Cute, but my point is in order for me to be PC," "I've got to take the floor." "You want me to take the floor?" "Ah, you're just saying that to humor me." "No, you have a point." "And if it bothers you that much, I'll take the floor." "I insist." "Thanks. / No problem." "Oh!" "Heh" "I've been here for three hours without anybody telling me what's going on." "You'll be here another three hours if that's what it takes." "It takes for what, sir?" "You said you weren't charging me. / Not yet." "What did Corporal Stenson say when you found him?" "That you two were PTing yesterday." "And that's exactly what I told you, sir." "Yeah, you did, sergeant." "Running the Longer Reservoir loop between noon and 1400." "Long route - 'bout nine miles." "Yes, sir." "So how come Corporal Stenson doesn't remember making it?" "You don't have an alibi Sergeant." "Whether you're the shooter or not, you lied during a criminal investigation." "Hey." "Let's discuss those charges." "Rachel Hauser." "What was that?" "Rachel Hauser, sir." "When and where?" "Noon to 1400." "Motel, just outside the main gate." "Rachel Hauser have a phone number?" "Sir." "My wife - she doesn't know." "I'm just checking an alibi, Sergeant." "The rest is between you and her." "Gunnery Sergeant Alvarez must have recruited the cleaning crew, because they obviously haven't been here in a while." "Maybe it blew away after the first time we swept." "A feather's light, a slight breeze could have taken it across the room." "It'd have to be a pretty strong breeze - there's no cross-ventilation here." "Ventilation." "We still thinking this guy's in the military?" "Something tells me you don't believe it." "It's the profile." "This feather is our shooter's calling card, it's like a signature." "But a white feather?" "For all we know, it could mean he has a Forrest Gump fixation." "Well, it doesn't matter if other people know what the feather means, he knows." "I just think this guy's living in a fantasy world." "And I can't picture him functioning in some highly organized military environment." "So you think he's ex-military, like the Beltway Sniper?" "Possibly." "But why target only Marine recruiters?" "Because they turned him down." "This guy isn't military, he's a wannabe." "Now that fits the profile." "How many people do the Marines turn down every year?" " Thousands." "By the time we get a chance to check them out, this guy's going to shoot again." "If he continues his pattern, we have less than twenty-four hours." "Then maybe it's time we got more proactive." "And our heartfelt prayers and wishes go out to the families of" "Gunnery Sergeant Alvarez and Staff Sergeant Allen." "We are continuing to work with law enforcement to bring the person or persons responsible to justice." "Will the Marine Corps suspend recruiting?" "No." "Marines don't run from danger." "This recruitment office will re-open tomorrow morning, manned by one of our finest" " Gunnery Sergeant Thomas." "How do you feel about being selected for this assignment," "Gunnery Sergeant Thomas?" "I wasn't selected, sir." "I volunteered." "31:16- 31:28" "?" "about being in the Marines." "She doesn't have to." "I won't be interacting with the recruits, Tony." "I'll just be there to focus on how they interact with Gibbs." "One of them might be our sniper." "Yeah?" "The only one around here who knows how to profile." "Maybe." "But with that haircut, you wouldn't pass for an ROTC student." "This vest is going to hardly even show underneath this." "You need your ribbons." "What did we hear back from the FBI?" "Ha." "Besides Agent Freeman's extreme dislike for you... ah, they'll cooperate, but he's not too keen on the visible part." "Our shooter isn't a moron." "If he doesn't police and FBI presence in the neighborhood, he's going to think something's wrong." "Yeah, I have a problem with that part, too, boss." "What's the point of setting a trap if he knows about it?" "Part of a sniper's mission is to infiltrate enemy territory." "Our guy wants to prove himself - validate his skills." "He's not going to pass up an opportunity like this." "What if he succeeds?" " He won't." "Don't take this the wrong way, but, ah, you actually make that look good." "Thanks." " Have you tried yours on yet?" " Try what?" "Gibbs said you'd be in uniform too." "He did?" " Mhm." "Gibbs gets Dress Blue Charlies, I look like one of the Village People." "Haha." "Maybe you could find a local cop and get a dance routine going." "Ahaha." "How you doin?" "I'm hardwiring the main microphone to the, ah, DSL line now." "I've already got the other two on a wireless relay." "There we go." "Y'know if this works, Abs, you're a genius." "Oh, Tony, tell me something I don't know." "I once dated my high school music teacher." "Really." "What was his name?" "Haha." "Cute." "Okay - all mikes are operational." "I'm set here." "All right." "I'm coming down now." "You're a macho, macho man, Tony." " The new window looks good." " Yes, it does." "How's it feel to be back in uniform, Gunny?" "It's a little tighter than I remember." " So you really think this'll work?" " I don't know." "If it doesn't, no sense worrying about it." "Spoken like a true Marine." " Good morning, Captain." " Major." "Gibbs." "I mean, Gunny. / Kate." "Cover is off inside." "You're looking good." "No - these are out of order." "I spent an hour trying to get them right!" "It's okay." "Common newbie mistake." "Maybe I should take her place." "Your whole plan rests on this guy believing that you're both Marines." "We have it under control, Major." "She'll do fine." "Well then, maybe I'll just stay and... help out." "There's nothing wrong with another set of eyeballs." "Not a good idea." "Best thing you can do is leave this to us." "I've lost two of my men to this psycho." "You really think I'm passing up on a chance for payback?" "Major." "Your mission is to protect our country." "Our mission right now is to protect you and your Marines." "Allow us the honor of doing our job." "Good luck, Gunnery Sergeant." "Captain." "Comm check." "Loud and clear, over." "Hear you fine, Tony." "Crystal." "Comm's up, Gibbs." "Now for the hard part - waiting." "You really think we're going to get any potential recruits today?" " Yup" "A man was murdered here three days ago." "Who'd choose today to decide to join up?" "A Marine." "Good point." "Get ready to profile." "Can I help you?" "What are you doing, giving away free X-Boxes in there?" "This is the tenth kid this morning." "He's really good at this." "I'm even thinking of signing up." "What about potential snipers?" "You'll be the first to know." "No." "Gibbs will." "Just tell me he's still wearing his vest." "He said it was visible under his shirt." "I knew it." "If that sniper doesn't kill him, I will." "Of all the stupid, idiotic things..." "You realize we have an office in Richmond." "Why drive all the way down here to see a recruiter?" "Well, I was watching the news." "Thought I'd check it out." "Sniper doesn't scare you?" "Well, I figure he was shooting recruiters, not recruits, right?" "So, you'd drive all the way here to see if I get shot or not?" " If I could get a signature?" " No problem." "OKay." "See you later." "Good luck to you." "It's four-thirty, I think this guy's a no-show." "The last two attacks were between noon and two, so I, I say we call it a day, Agent Dinozzo." "Negative." "Office isn't supposed to close for another thirty minutes." "If we close early, it'll look suspicious." "What d'you think, Kate?" "I think you have at least one more day as a human target." "Hello." "Gunnery Sergeant Alvin Thomas." "How can I help you today, son?" "Yeah, I dunno, I've been thinkin' about it a little, I guess." "You got some pamphlets or something?" "Right here." "The Marines offer a wide variety of choices." "What kind of things interest you?" "Uhm, not sitting around in an office like this." "Can't say that I blame you." "You interested in something more active?" "Yeah." "You seem like a combat arms kind of guy to me." "Artillery?" "Combat engineers?" "Infantry?" "Sniper teams?" "Yeah..." "I dunno." "Like I said, I'm not really sure." "I just.." "maybe I should come back." "I'll be here." "Tony." "The kid who just left." "6'4", blond hair, black jacket, jeans, early twenties." "We think he might be our man." "He was already here." "Forget the kid, Tony." "The sniper is the water delivery guy." "I repeat, the sniper" "Oh!" "The mikes picked up the shot." "I'm triangulating now." "Got him!" "He's at the merchant building on the corner of 6th and K." "Tenth floor." "The building has an alley in the back, it's the most likely exit from where he's positioned. / I'm on it!" "Go get him, Tony." "We'll take the southern entrance." "Federal agent, drop the weapon!" "Drop it!" "Drop it!" "Drop the weapon!" "Hey!" "Thank you Agent Dinozzo, we'll take it from here." "Hey, back me up." " Secure the weapon." " Got it." "Hey." "Caught our guy." "FBI's taking the credit, of course." "Kate!" "Where's your cover?" "What?" "Kyle Hendricks, 22, rejected by Sergeant Gordon Mackenzie, 11 August 2002 at the Rockville recruiting center." "Failed the personality profile assessment." "Sociopathic tendencies with antisocial behavior." "His stated goal for joining the Marine Corps?" "Wanted to be a Marine sniper." "Yeah, well, you gotta admit." "he was one hell of a marksman." "Dinozzo." "Cap'n." "So what was it like?" "What like?" "Being his superior officer." "You mean, did I get to boss him around?" "Make him salute me?" "Call me 'ma'am'?" "Basically." "It was great." "Nah, you're lying. / Am I?" "Y'know, Abby said you looked really good in your uniform too." "Did she. / Yeah." "She said you'd fit right in with the biker boy, and the Indian chief, and the cowboy and all the other macho, macho men..."