TEXT: EXT. APARTMENT COMPLEX - DAY DONOVAN: (INTO PHONE) It's always about him. He called me at seven thirty last night, expecting me to drop whatever I was doing, just because he was available. No, I didn't have any plans, but that's not the point. I'm not crazy about his friends, either. None of them are married. The point is I know where this is leading. Nowhere. Yeah, I guess so. Give me a half hour to wash up. I'll meet you there. No, I'm listening. Somebody sent me a package. I don't know. Whatever it is... it's cold. (DONOVAN SCREAMS) (MUSIC OUT) (THEME MUSIC UP OVER OPENING TITLE/SCENES/ CREDITS AND OUT) MUSIC IN: INT. AUTOPSY ROOM - DAY DUCKY: My my... you are hypnotic, aren't you? No thank you, Mister Palmer. Better to poke around with these. Did you know the word autopsy comes from the Greek, meaning to see for one's self? JIMMY: They didn't offer Greek at my high school. DUCKY: Oh perhaps we should try Latin then. Are you familiar with the term keratoplasty? JIMMY: Ah, cornea transplant surgery. DUCKY: Oh, then your education did pay off. JIMMY: My mother will be pleased to hear that. (SFX: DOORS SLIDE OPEN) GIBBS: What do we know, Duck? DUCKY: I've only just started, Jethro. How did these come into our possession? GIBBS: They were in a package delivered to a Petty Officer. Mailman put them in the wrong box. Neighbor opened them up and scared the hell out of her. DUCKY: I should imagine so. Well, these have been enucleated, and preserved with skill and care by a surgeon. Assuming they're as healthy as they appear, transplantation would be the inevitable conclusion. I don't necessarily need
SUMMARY:
When a petty officer working in Intelligence receives a pair of cobalt blue eyeballs in the mail, the NCIS team starts investigating the case. The sailor commits suicide during the investigation and after Abby matches the eyes to a South American girl in a photo with the dead man's lecturer, Kate and Tony must travel to the Triple Frontier destination of Paraguay to discover the disturbing truth.