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NCIS Quotes Season 8
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|Episode 8.1: Spider and the Fly|
| Jackson: (turns as door opens.) "Can I help you?" |
Paloma: "Yes, Mr. Gibbs. I think you can."
Jackson: "Ma'am. You need to go."
Paloma: "But we have so much to talk about."
Jackson: "From what I hear, you didn't come to talk."
(Jackson pulls a shotgun up.)
Paloma: “Like father like son.”
Jackson: "No ma'am. He's just like me."
Paloma: "How confident are you, Mr. Gibbs?"
Jackson: "Raised on a farm. Used to play chicken in my daddy's truck every Saturday night. This ain't much different."
(To her henchmen in Spanish)
Paloma: "Kill him. Now!" (They enter the shop when finished.) “Find him!"
Jackson: "Thought we'd try some ham today."
Gibbs: "I hope those eggs aren't over cooked. You don't have to make breakfast for me everyday, Dad."
Jackson: "Breakfast is the most important meal of the day. Gets your batteries charged."
Gibbs: “Mmmm.. Mom used to say that."
Jackson: “Uh huh.. Thought I'd do some errands today. Fix that faucet upstairs. Anything you need?"
Gibbs: “No. Want you to take the agents with ya."
Jackson: "Do I really need those guys?"
Gibbs: "They're good men, Dad."
Jackson: "I've been living in this house under lock and key for months now. They've never done a damn thing."
Gibbs: "You're lucky you're not dead."
Jackson: "I'm lucky there's a storm cellar I can hideout in. Jethro, Son. I want to go home. It's time."
Gibbs: "When it's safe."
(Tony starts camera up again).
Gibbs: "Let it go, DiNozzo."
Tony: "Any word from Franks?.... Sorry, boss. Observe and report, director's orders. It's hard to observe when you are being shot at. Think Vance is still angry with me?"
Vance: (walks up behind him): "What do you think?"
Tony: “Good morning. (They were discussing the locating of Paloma.)
Gibbs: "It's Mexico."
Vance: "What's to say she hasn't already crossed the border?"
Gibbs: "My gut."
Vance: "DEA wants to step in. However I'd like to save face. And even with his family ties, the government want to leave Rivera in authority."
Gibbs: "Governments got their hands full."
Vance: “He's paid off the right people.”
Gibbs: "Yeah, or killed em’."
Vance: "Status report."
Tony: "Ziva is following a lead in Miami."
Vance: "Agent McGee?"
Gibbs: "At Canadian border."
Vance: "This is starting to impact our workload. Paloma could be anywhere in the world by now."
Gibbs: "Yeah, Leon. Or she could be across the street."
Vance: (hands him a piece of paper) "Dead reservist. Check it."
Gibbs: "Saddle up DiNozzo."
Tony: "We are not going to Arizona are we?"
Gibbs: "West Virginia."
Ducky: "Thank God I am a country lad."
Tony: (correcting him) "Country boy, Ducky."
(They approach the helicopter)
Tony: "For emergency landing, the helicopter is surprisingly intact."
Tony : "Them?"
(Gibbs hits a button on a camera screen and pauses it to see Paloma.)
Gibbs: "That's her, Duck. You got time of death?"
Ducky: “Approximately nine hours ago.”
Tony: "Hell of a lead time."
Gibbs: "DiNozzo… local airports on alert. Call Vance… tell him we need agents at State Border."
Ducky: "Where do you figure Mrs. Renosa is headed, Jethro?"
Gibbs: "I don't know, Duck. Sure like to get there first."
Tony : "Well, West Virginia has five bordering states, boss. "
Gibbs: "Handing out geography lessons now, DiNozzo?"
Tony: "Just saying that's a lot of land to cover."
Gibbs: "Get Ziva back from Miami. Tell McGee the chopper was headed north when it went down."
(Gibbs stops in front of screen and looks at the map.)
Tony: "North as in Canada?"
Gibbs: "Yeah… maybe."
Tony: "That horse likes you."
McGee: "That isn't funny, Tony."
Tony: "Oh. Poor McMountie. Hey. So have you seen any like moose and stuff up there? Where's your buddy, Claude? Isn't that you little buddy the Saint Bernard with the little barrel under his chin?"
McGee: "Look. I've been here playing Dudley do Right for two weeks. Ok? It's September and there's snow on the ground. Can you at least give me a little compassion here?"
Tony: "And what would that be for?"
McGee: "I've actually been working unlike certain people."
Gibbs: "Certain people, here… are working, McGee."
McGee: “Of course, boss.”
Gibbs: "Paloma Reynosa was headed up the coast. Any idea why?"
McGee: “The border patrol and DEA shut down a drug operation the day before. It had potential ties to the Reynosa
Tony: "So, Paloma could have been headed there to seal the deal?"
McGee: "If the chopper had not gone down, they may have gotten her. Boss, can I please come home?"
Gibbs: "Nice horse, Tim."
(The horse pushes McGee for the 3rd time)
(Autopsy with Palmer)
Ducky: (Starts in on a story about insects.) "The body has many bug bites. I can tell where they were because of the bug bites."
Ziva: "Hello, Tony. I am back."
Tony: "Well, hello little Miss Sunshine State. Don't you look balmy.
Ziva: “I do not know what balmy is and I doubt it can be good.”
Tony: “Any tan lines.”
Ziva: “I assure you I don’t have any. I was working. A local informant said a Mexican drug shipment came in by boat. A deal closed by the Reynosa family. Rivera even paid a political visit to the mayor.”
Franks: "Three fingers for me, probie."
Gibbs: "Thought you were dead."
Franks: "I got better."
Gibbs: "So what happened after the gunfight that day?"
Franks: "I was hurt pretty bad. Holed up in a convent south of ??. Padre there owed me. You know... drinking wine and playing cards with the sisters. I never been closer to God."
Gibbs: "Before that, back in May."
Franks: "After I got your call, made sure the girls were safe. Took on Bells’ men. They burned my little piece of heaven to the ground. I got most of em’. They only got a little piece of me."
Gibbs: "Thanks for comin’."
Franks: "Wasn't an option."
Gibbs: "There's always options."
Franks: "You got yourself in a heap of trouble messing with the wrong ?? . Some big guns after ya. And up here, sweet little Paloma has got a hornet up her skirt and her sights are set on revenge. Think I'd miss that?"
Franks: "You do what you have to do for family."
Gibbs: "What rule is that?"
Franks: "The unspoken one."
(Abby's lab. She has dog collars)
Gibbs: "What's Daren know about collars?"
Abby: "Nothing. But after guarding me for four months, I value his quiet opinion."
(Abby tracked the bug bites for a four month period.)
Gibbs: “They are drug routes.”
Abby: “Paloma wants to make sure her product is well distributed throughout the east coast.”
Gibbs: “She wants them to see her business is better than ever.”
Abby: "Look, um, Gibbs. I know that we should arrest her, but in jail or not she knows things about you… dangerous things and I just think we need a plan.”
Gibbs: "Yeah. I got one, Abs.
Abby: “That's great Gibbs. Really like to hear it some time."
McGee: “I missed these orange walls.”
Tony: "Prodigal Probie returns."
McGee: "You know. I realized something, Tony. You don't appreciate something until it's gone."
Tony: "So you missed me, eh?"
McGee: "No. No. Other things. Like breakfast… without beer."
Ziva: "I thought that was the Irish."
McGee: "Doesn't go well with eggs or bacon. Why you so tan?"
Ziva: "Why you so white?"
McGee: "I've always been like this."
Ziva: "Becomes you."
McGee: "You're lying."
Ziva: "Through my teeth."
Gibbs: "The reason Paloma Reynosa never left is because she never wanted to."
Ziva: "Then what has she been doing here?"
Gibbs: "She's solidifying her cartel pipeline."
Ziva: "Building new relationships… and now?"
Gibbs: "Now? She's coming after me."
(Tony saying there is another body… a drug dealer.)
Gibbs: (sees McGee) "Take him with you. Fill him in on the way.
Ziva: “State Maryland Police. Paloma's getting closer."
Gibbs: (bumps into McGee) "Welcome home, McGee."
Vance: "What is it? Tell Director David I'll call him back right away."
Vance: "Its need to know."
Gibbs: "I don't."
Vance: "That's for sure. Paloma could have set up a new pipeline at any time. Why now?"
Gibbs: "Fuel… for the fire."
Vance: "Your father. Where is he?"
Gibbs: "At home. Safe."
Vance: "I'd like to keep him that way. If Paloma is responsible for this dealer in Maryland, I have to think it's about one thing, Gibbs… sending you a message."
Gibbs: "Nothing I don't know already, Leon."
Vance: "I want to move you and you father to a safe house."
Gibbs: "Already in one."
Vance: "That's what I thought last year with my wife. Why not take every precaution?"
Gibbs: "I am."
Vance: "Bringing in Mike Franks doesn't count. I don't want Franks making things any worse than they already are."
Gibbs: "Ah.. can't get any worse."
McGee: "Oh will you just let us do our jobs?"
McGee: “Those witnesses reported a Hispanic woman in 30s leaving after shots fired.”
Tony: “McGee, go and check the parking lot for the victims car.”
Franks: "How long you been workin’ on that?"
Jackson: "About two months."
Franks: "What's next? Basket weaving? You and me, Jackson. We're old enough to know what's important. And sitting here whittlin’ is no way to watch a clock tick down."
Franks: "This Reynosa woman wants trouble. Bring it on."
Jackson: "I had my moment with Paloma Reynoso. I'm not looking forward to the next one."
Franks: "We gotta’ get this over with. Grow some stones and take this Senora down."
Gibbs: "Ehhh, don't listen to him, Dad."
Jackson: "Well, what he's saying makes sense."
Gibbs: "Thanks, Mike."
Franks: "Got an opinion. He's got a right to hear it."
Gibbs: "Yeah, well. Hard to take you guys seriously, keeps getting body parts blown off."
Jackson: “When’s this woman coming? Let’s end this. Not just for me. For everyone."
Tony: "What's so funny?"
Ziva: "Nothing. Just an email from a friend."
Tony: "Really? Send him up."
Vance: “Tell me what?"
Tony: "Sir. Someone is here to see you."
Vance: "That someone have a name?"
Rivera: "I thought we should talk Cartel.”
| (Vance's office) |
Vance: "You've got a lot of nerve showing your face around here."
Rivera: "Legally. I have done nothing wrong. What my sister does has no impact on my ability to represent the Mexican people."
Vance: "Your sister is a drug dealer and murderer and I have reason to believe it runs in the family."
Rivera: "Your opinion is unfounded."
Vance: "Your people fired on one of my agents."
Rivera: "My men? I was in as much danger as Agent DiNozzo and Mr. Franks."
Vance: "What do you want?"
Rivera: "To promise you."
Vance: "Ah. Easy to say. Hard to achieve."
Rivera: "Maybe not. My sister is in your country making herself a new drug pipeline from Mexico to the Canadian border. I can give you details. Details that will cripple her operation."
Vance: "In exchange for what?"
Rivera: "Extradition. We take Paloma back to Mexico to trial."
Vance: "Your sister could've bribed her way across the border anytime over the last four months. Why bring her home now?"
Rivera: "Because my country recognizes the trouble that she has caused."
Vance: "I don't buy it."
Rivera: "Diplomacy. Remember?"
Vance: "I'll have to discuss this internally. State department DEA. No promises. No guarantees."
Rivera: “Of course.”
Ziva: "Things that would probably get you arrested."
Gibbs: "Wouldn't be the first time."
(Vance comes down the stairs with Rivera)
McGee: "Is Rivera smiling?"
Gibbs: "Saw a cat smile like that once."
Rivera: "Agent Gibbs. What an unexpected surprise."
Gibbs: "How's your sister, Alejandro?
Rivera: "Considering the stress of the situation, it's nice to see you in good spirits."
(Abby appears with a file and hesitates when she sees Rivera.)
Abby: "Senor Rivera. Wow. What are you doing here?"
Rivera: "Abby. Would you believe I came to see you?"
Abby: "Um….. No."
Rivera: "Ya know. I never did get that report."
Abby: "Well, I've told you multiple times that I sent it. Really, I did."
Rivera: "Ya know. It's funny. Miss Hart was looking into the situation as well and she's out of the country. Well, I assume you have another copy of your findings."
Abby: "No. Just one."
Rivera: "Hmmm...ya know.. I am terribly disappointed with how things turned out. Look at me rambling. It's late and you should get home. Be careful. The roads can be dangerous at night."
Gibbs: “What did you just say?"
Rivera: "Nothing inappropriate I hope."
Gibbs: "You want to threaten someone? You can threaten me. Not the people I work with."
Rivera: "Your team can be hot headed and reactionary, Director. They are not doing you any favors."
Vance: "Let me do you one. Somebody show Senor Rivera out before he gets hurt."
Rivera: "By whom?"
Vance: "By me."
(NCIS parking lot.)
Abby: "Wish I'd never finished that damn report."
Gibbs: "He's just trying to get inside your head, Abs."
Abby: "Oh, he is inside my head, Gibbs. And he's making himself right at home."
Gibbs: "Not gonna let anything happen to ya."
Ducky: “Jethro!”…Jethro, glad I caught you. Look at this."
Abby: "That's a Mexican Day of the Dead doll."
Ducky: "Precisely. Day of the Dead doll. I just found it neatly tucked against my windshield."
Ducky: "A message perhaps from this afternoons unwelcome guest?"
Gibbs: (answers cell phone) "Yeah."
Paloma: "Don't look forward to the day you stop suffering, because when it comes, you'll know you're dead."
Gibbs: "Got more Tennessee Williams for me Paloma?"
Paloma (laughs): "You remember how much I enjoy his work, Gibbs. I hope your enjoying mine."
Abby: "Gibbs? You alright?"
Gibbs: "Trace my last incoming call."
McGee: "On it."
Gibbs: "Daren. With them. You stay with them. You stay with them."
Gibbs: "Give me a location."
McGee: "Locking on to the signal."
McGee: (continues) "It's right outside your house."
Gibbs: "Get a hold of the agents detailed to my Dad."
McGee: "Boss. It's just ringing, they're not picking up."
Gibbs: "Get DiNozzo. Get Ziva. Get em there now. Go."
Jackson: "What's wrong son? We were down in the basement.”
Gibbs: "Where are the agents?"
Ziva: "One is dead. The other injured. Paramedics on the way."
Jackson: "You mean she was here? Why didn't she just finish the job?"
Gibbs: "Because she's not done yet."
Vance: "One of my agents is dead."
Rivera: "I'm sorry but I ..."
Vance: "Don't tell me you don't know anything about it."
Gibbs: "Where is she?"
Rivera: "If I knew, would I still be here? Would I be so interested in striking a deal? I am willing to give you all this information."
Gibbs: "You go after my father, and then you go after my team? Does your sister want a fight? Because if she does, let's settle this right now. She's got one."
Rivera: "Special Agent Gibbs. I was merely having dinner as a guest in your country. Are you really threatening a member of the Mexican government?"
Gibbs: "I don't know. Am I?"
Rivera: (speaks into his phone) "Mr. Ambassador, we have a situation......"
Vance: “Gibbs, Senor Rivera must be tired."
Gibbs: "Come on, Leon."
Vance: “No. we're done…..for now."
(Rivera walks across the road to a car)
Paloma: "It's time to avenge our father's death."
Jackson: “I"m sorry bout your agent.”
Jackson: "The other man?"
Jethro: "He's stable….Dad, I can stop this, and I'm gonna need your help."
Jackson: "Whatever it takes."
Jethro: "Ok... let's go fishing."
(Vance's office – with the bug in his mind)
Vance to Tony: "Gibbs is moving his father to the safe house at Church Creek."
Vance: "Let’s keep it on the down-low. Go tell the team.
Tony: “Yes, Sir.”
Ziva to McGee: “What he is doing now?”
McGee: “Rivera is making an encrypted call to a cell that is on the move.”
Ziva: “Is it the same phone used before?”
McGee: “It is another one. Ziva call Gibbs and tell him the eagle has landed.”
Jethro to Franks: “Everything is ready."
Franks: "Doesn't matter where we go. A woman like this won’t stop until she gets what she's after."
Jethro: "Talking form personal experience?"
Franks: "I've run from a few women in my time. Chased a few too."
Jackson: "When we get there, what happens?"
Jethro: "We wait."
Franks: "Sure this is going to work, 'probie?"
Vance: "Senor Rivera. I'd like to discuss a diplomatic compromise."
Ducky: "Did I ever tell you about the first case Jethro and I worked? Two sailors capsized a recreational skiff on a Summer's eve. Panic ensued. When they were finally located, one sailor was dead the other severely hypothermic."
Abby: "So, the one sailor drowned?"
Ducky: "No. Rather than watch his friend slowly aspire; the one sailor stabbed the other, claiming that it was more humane. He was convinced that his actions were justified."
Abby: "Like Gibbs. Twenty years ago."
Abby: "Ducky, what if this doesn't work? What's gonna happen to Gibbs?"
Ducky: "In 1940, Winston Churchill sat in his bunker smoking one of those majestic cigars waiting for news that the first German bombs were destined for London. 'Let us therefore, brace ourselves to our duties' he said over the radio."
Vance: "One of my agents is dead and your sister is going home. What kind of positive message is that?"
Rivera: "What we do is necessary for the greater good."
Vance: "There is nothing good about this."
(Tony interrupts with a message which he hands to Vance. Vance reads it and places it face down in a file.)
Tony: "He's OK. He's gonna lay low and spend the night in the safe house."
Rivera: "ah.. is everything alright?"
Vance: "Senor Rivera. Somethings come up. We're gonna have to continue this another time. There's an agent outside that will show you out."
Rivera: “Of course.”
(He opens the file and reads the note: PALOMA REYNOSA KILLED.)
Vance to McGee: "Anything?"
McGee: "He saw the note. He was trying to call Paloma but I'm blocking reception, no text messages either."
Vance: "He thinks she's not answering. Where is she now?"
McGee: "Looks like she's headed for the safe house at Church Creek."
Tony: "Gibbs' plan to catch her may actually work."
(At the Safe house.)
Tony: "Drop the weapon."
Ziva: "On your knees."
(A Day of the Dead doll lands on the ground at Rivera's face.)
Rivera: "Gibbs. No. They said you were in there."
Gibbs: "No one said we were inside THIS safe house."
Rivera: "You killed my sister."
( Paloma is lying on the floor.)
Rivera: (speaking to her in Spanish.)
Paloma to Gibbs: "Will you walk into my parlor said the spider to the fly. Do you know that poem, Gibbs?"
Vance to Franks: (Hands him a plane ticket) Leyla and Amira are waiting for you. Don't miss your flight."
Franks: "Much obliged, Director."
(Gibbs is removing the wood from the windows.)
Jackson: "I appreciate you staying to help."
Gibbs: "Sure. Thought maybe we could fix a few things."
Jackson: "You sure you can spare the time?"
Gibbs: "Do what you have to do for family."
Jackson: "Ain't that the truth."
|Episode 8.2: Worst Nightmare|
| DiNozzo: "What's goin' on here. We being replaced by younger models?" |
Ziva: "I am a younger model."
DiNozzo: "If that was intended to hurt me you've succeeded."
Ziva: "And we are not being replaced. They are from Waverly University."
DiNozzo: "Oh yeah. That's right. Director Vance's internship program. It's not a good idea. Feeds McGee's need to have groupies."
McGee: "Wouldn't get too comfortable. In fact, if I were you, I'd head to the nearest exit, pronto."
McGee (upon Tony's arrival): “This is our senior field agent, very Special Agent Anthony DiNozzo."
Female Intern: "V Sod Di Na"
DiNozzo: "I don't get it. Indian?"
Male intern: "It's an acronym of your name. It's how she remembers things."
DiNozzo: "That is very unattractive."
3rd intern: "So. Why shouldn't we get too comfortable?"
Ziva: "Agent Gibbs is not.. umm.. shall we say, fond of outsiders."
DiNozzo: "He's not gonna like you. And frankly, you're not gonna like him either."
Female Intern: "Why not?"
(Gibbs is walking up behind him) DiNozzo: "See. I'm not gonna answer because if I do, he is going to walk up and stand right behind me and make me regret it cuz that's the way he works. He slithers through the grass like a snake. He's not friendly, he's oil..." (smacked with a folder stops his sentence.)
Gibbs: "Done, DiNozzo?"
DiNozzo: "Yes, Boss. I was just thanking the interns for coming by."
Gibbs: "Good. They're staying. For the whole week."
Ziva: "They are?"
Gibbs: "Yeah. Knox. Go to autopsy."
Gibbs: "Sealus. Forensics."
McGee interrupts: "Boss, I will be happy to take him."
DiNozzo: "So transparent."
Gibbs: "Good. Fine. Tell him where to go. Then gear up. We got some kind of gas leak at Quantico."
(At Quantico school)
DiNozzo: "Spoke to the principal. Said the strongest thing they have on school property is bleach, which rules out an accident."
Gibbs: "Security cameras?"
DiNozzo: "Went offline before the attack."
Gibbs: "Ahh,..that's convenient."
DiNozzo: “Ahh... might be something there."
Gibbs: "Yeah. Well, find McGee and check out the ventilation systems."
DiNozzo: "Will do."
Gibbs: "No body, Duck."
Ducky: "Yes, I'm aware of that only my new intern was quite persuasive in her quest to see some field work."
Sarah Know: "This is very exciting. It actually kind of reminds me of the time my grandmother took me to the Netherlands..." Ducky: "The Netherlands?"
DiNozzo: "Well, this is got to be the source of the gas. Jacked right into the ventilation ducts."
McGee: "See now, Conrad, after we take the photos; we'll gather as much evidence from the school as we can."
Conrad Zues: "Thought I was going to at least get out of school this week. Not go straight back to one."
DiNozzo: "McGee, I'm gonna’ go out on a limb here and say this is the timer."
McGee: "Now the very most important thing is we take detailed notes on places where all the evidence is found."
Conrad: "When do we go home?"
McGee: "Is there something wrong?"
DiNozzo: "Intern Conrad. You do understand that it's a crime to lie to a federal officer?"
Conrad: "Look. Alright. I'm a finance major. This really isn't my speed."
McGee: "So what are you doing here?"
Conrad: "Well, I spent the summer on my father's yacht.."
Conrad: "...and forgot to register for classes. This is the only class that fulfilled my public affairs requirement."
McGee: "And an internship at NCIS was the only class?"
Conrad: "The only class that didn't meet on Fridays."
Teacher:. “Is this a practical joke or something...”
Ziva: "Possibly. It is also possible it was an act of terrorism or a diversion to acquire something of value."
Gibbs: "This building always a school?"
Teacher: "Uh, no. It used to be the armory. Anything of value is long gone."
Ziva: "No missing property. Everyone is accounted for, nine teachers, 105 students."
Teacher: "Ah no, wait a minute. That's wrong. No. There are 106 students in this building."
DiNozzo: "Hey boss. ID has been confirmed. Missing girls name is Rebecca Mason. Thirteen. Lives in base housing with parents."
Gibbs: "They been told?"
DiNozzo: "Not yet. Their both deployed on ships in the Gulf, but we are trying to reach them."
Gibbs: "Who she staying with?"
Gibbs: "Bring him in."
DiNozzo: "Already on his way in. Got McGee searching the base and I sent Ziva over to Rebecca's house to coordinate with the FBI."
Gibbs: "Did I miss something?.....No?
DiNozzo: "Overstep my authority?"
DiNozzo: "Then what's wrong?"
Gibbs: (clicks a picture of the girl) "That's not enough."
Grandfather: "Where's my granddaughter?"
Gibbs: "I don't know. But we're gonna’ find her."
Grandfather: "Your agent told me what happened at the school. Maybe Becca got scared and ran off and hid some place on the base."
Gibbs: "We're assuming kidnapping."
Mason: "I don't understand. We're smack in the middle of a Marine base. They got all this security."
Gibbs: "Well. Makes it hard. Not impossible."
Mason: "Sure went to a lot of trouble."
Gibbs: "Can you tell me why?"
Mason: "Her mother just came into some money."
Gibbs: "Mmm. How much?"
Mason: "We don't talk about that sort of thing in our family. But her Dad just did buy a brand new pickup truck. I was driving it when your people contacted me. Me and Becca, we were gonna go fly fishing this weekend. How many thirteen year old girls do you know that would give up a weekend to go fly fishing with their gramps?"
Gibbs: "Sounds like a special girl."
Mason: "My world, Agent Gibbs. My world."
Gibbs: "That's not gonna’ change."
Mason: "I appreciate your confidence but if you forgive an old man's skepticism. See, I was an insurance actuary before I retired. Feds all have the same track record when it comes to child abductions. And it ain't good." (phone rings) "That's a S.A.T. number. Could be her dad. What am I gonna say?"
Gibbs: "You say we are doing everything we can."
Mason: ( picks up phone) "Is that you Nick? No, I'm over at NCIS. They're trying to do everything they can..."
Gibbs: "I'll arh... meet you downstairs."
Abby: "Also, you are not to touch my computer, my lab equipment, my MP3 player, my CafPow, my desk or Bert my farting hippo, without my express written consent."
Intern: "Well, how am I gonna’ do anything?"
Abby: "And there's no cameras or flash photography."
Intern: "Well, I don't have a camera."
Abby: "And if I accidentally turn my back to you, you are to immediately move back into my eyeline."
Intern: "Why don't I just wear bells?"
Abby: "That's a really good idea. I mean I'm sorry about this.. I mean Darren worked out but, I just had problems with people that have been assigned to my lab. (Abby pulls out a collar with bells.) It'll just be better this way."
Intern: "I uh, I'm not putting those on."
Abby: "Oh no, actually you are."
Intern, "No I'm not."
Abby: "Except for the fact that you are."
Gibbs: "Abbs. Need something fast."
Abby: "To be continued. (puts bells aside) Who are you and what have you done with my Gibbs that doesn't like interns?" Abby continues: "Missing girl still missing?"
Abby: "Ok. So whoever placed the cylinder that knocked everyone out was wearing gloves. Wasn't able to lift any fingerprints. However, I was able to electrostatically lift a boot print from it."
Gibbs: "Can you trace it?"
Abby: "Well, It's a work boot and I'm still working on it, but it's what's inside that gas cylinder that's really gonna’ oil your rifle. There are very few chemical compounds that would have the ability for such widespread ..." (looks for intern in her eyeline) ".. ability to knock out that many people. And this is not one of them. I've never even heard of this compound before."
Gibbs: "Means no one else has either."
Abby: "I've searched every chemical registry known to man. This is some sort of novel formula... which means…"
Gibbs: "We're looking for a chemist."
McGee: "Expand the amber alert to the Tri-state area. We don't know what kind of lead time they've got. Thanks."
Conrad: "Done. No matches."
McGee: "Good. Then you can check these names for any criminal records."
Conrad: "You already did. On the computer. I saw you."
McGee: "Well, if you want to learn the fundamentals, Conrad, you need to do it by yourself. By hand. Several times."
DiNozzo: "Now you understand. Feels good doesn't it?"
DiNozzo: “Still no word on the girl BOLO."
Gibbs: "How about her house?"
Ziva: "The FBI didn't find anything useful, but they are set up just in case there is a ransom call. What did Abby find?"
Gibbs: "We're looking for someone with a chemistry background."
McGee: "Well I can run Quantico's visitor records against work experience."
Ziva: "I will cross reference with educational training."
DiNozzo: "I will keep trying to contact the girls parents."
DiNozzo: "The ship is still on radio silence."
Gibbs: "What about the grandfather?"
Ziva: "Mr. Mason left when you went to see Abby. Said he was going home."
Gibbs: "Get him back in here."
DiNozzo: "What's up, Boss?"
(Gibbs got call) DiNozzo: "No way. Even if they did, from what I understand, the call is to get routed through MTAC."
Ziva: "This is odd. There is no answer at Mr. Mason's house. The FBI should at least be answering."
McGee: "Running a diagnostic on the phone line. Alright I got it. The line's been forwarded to another number."
Gibbs: "Whose number?"
McGee: "It's a Skype number. Got no ID. Received a call twenty minutes ago. It's an internet phone call, the audio files are still inside the ..."
Gibbs: "What does that mean? Can I hear it?"
McGee: "You can hear it."
Gibbs: "Let's hear it."
Computer voice: “If you want to see Rebecca alive....you here grandfather?
Grandfather: "Is that you Nick?...OK, I'm alone now. Is Rebecca OK?
Computer voice: "Half a million in cash. One hour.” (Gives address.)
McGee: "Meets in the alley."
DiNozzo: "How we going in?"
Gibbs: "Quiet. DiNozzo, Ziva take the flank. McGee, you’re with me."
McGee: "Rendezvous was ten minutes ago."
Gibbs: "I know."
McGee: "Why didn't Mason tell us the kidnappers called?"
Gibbs: "Well, I don't think he liked our track record."
McGee: "He's in way over his head. Got a lot of guts coming out here alone. Actually, he's got a lot of guts being over sixty and owning a Skype phone. Now that I think about it, not many guys his age...."
(They walk forward and find a body)
Gibbs: "That's not Mason."
DiNozzo: "Dead guys name is Eddie Lang. No chemistry background, but he does have a rep of a gun for hire."
Ziva: "Video surveillance from Quantico shows he does entered the base using falsified credentials."
DiNozzo: "And Abby matched a print she got off the gas cylinder to his boot. We've got our kidnapper."
Gibbs: "We got one of em’."
Ziva: "We found his vehicle. Maybe there is something in it that will lead us to the others."
Gibbs: "What about Mason?"
McGee: "No word on BOLO yet but I don't think there's gonna’ be. Been digging into Mason's background. Turns out it's all fake. The actuary company where he said he worked is a shell company. Tax returns referenced, bank accounts don't even exist… and it goes on and on. Nothing about this guy is real, Boss."
DiNozzo: "Some kind of retired spook?"
McGee: "If he is, he's not one of ours. No one's ever heard of him."
Ziva: "So, who is he?"
Gibbs: “Yeah, Gibbs. I'll be right up. Mason just called into MTAC."
DiNozzo: "You can ask him yourself."
Gibbs: "McGee, let's go."
McGee: "He's routing the call through military satellites somehow."
Gibbs: "Can you trace it?"
McGee: "No and I'm sure that's the point but he shouldn't even have access to that kind of equipment."
Someone in MTAC says: "We're connected."
Gibbs: "This is Special Agent Gibbs."
Mason: "It was self defense."
Gibbs: "Why don't you come on in and we can talk about it."
Mason: "I think we both know that's not going to happen."
Gibbs: "You lied to me, Mason."
Mason: "I am sorry about that. But I just didn't want to take the chance that NCIS would screw things up so I went to the ransom drop myself."
Gibbs: "Yeah. How'd that work out?"
Mason: "You're not the only one that was lied to. They said Rebecca would be there. They lied. I did not start the fight."
Gibbs: "No. No. You just ended it."
Mason: “I am calling to warn you that these people cannot be trusted. I am going to make myself plain. There isn't a force in the world to keep me from going to get my granddaughter. NCIS has to work within the law and I am a bit more flexible.”
McGee: "He sounds serious."
Gibbs: "No kiddin’."
Palmer: "Doctor... (He stops as he comes into autopsy to find Ducky and a young lady singing..)
"I wasn't aware we were having any uh..."
Ducky: "Oh. How did the dentist office go?"
Palmer: "Fine. Fine. Just fine. Who are you?"
Intern: "Oh, Sarah Knox."
Ducky: "Sarah is an intern from Waverly College and her ancestors come from a small town called Kirkcaldy, north of Edinburgh."
Palmer: "Scotland. Wow, that's great. When are you leaving?"
Sarah: "Oh. Hopefully never. The crime scene today was very exciting."
Palmer: "Crime scene? You took her to a crime scene."
Ducky: "Two. Ah, she was very proficient."
Sarah: "I just feel the dead have so much to tell us if you just listen.”
Gibbs: "I'm listening. What are they saying?"
Ducky: "Quite a bit."
Gibbs: "I need to know how he died."
Ducky: "Well, the final cause of death was spinal shock. The result of blunt force trauma to the cervical vertebrae."
Gibbs: "Mason broke his neck."
Ducky: "That's not all he did. There's extensive injuries everywhere."
Gibbs, "Mason gave him a beating before he killed him?"
Ducky: "Well, not exactly. (shows left hand.) Note the broken knuckles. Rust in the wound indicates that the blow landed on the dumpster. Mason must have simply dodged the punch. Torn ligaments in his elbow here indicate that, well, Mason caught another attack in some kind of joint lock. And then bruising on the leg."
Gibbs: "Is that a leg sweep?"
Gibbs: "These are all self defense injuries."
Ducky: "Yeah. Mason appears to have put up a vigorous defense against a very determined aggressor. Certainly with the skill Mason exhibited, if his intent were to harm, well, he could've ended the fight a great deal sooner."
Gibbs: "Not bad for a guy his age."
Ducky: "Not bad for a guy of any age. Clearly he was extensively trained."
Gibbs: "Trained by who?"
Ducky: "It's by whom ...but that's not pertinent, look, what concerns me; look at the damage he bought playing defense. I'd hate to see what he's capable of on offense."
DiNozzo: "And you're sure it's the missing girl? You've seen her? Oh, you're clairvoyant. And you can see the future. Well, clearly, you can't see your own. Next time, you get the crazy person tip hotline."
DiNozzo: "You got anything good, mini McGee?"
Conrad: "Actually I had plans to..."
DiNozzo: "Bummer. (To Ziva) Why do you think Gibbs suddenly wants to have interns around?"
Ziva: "I do not know."
DiNozzo: "Gotta be a reason."
Ziva: "Gibbs never does anything without a reason."
DiNozzo to Conrad: "Stop listening!"
DiNozzo to Ziva: "Must be exhausting, reasons for everything. Anything good on our dead kidnapper?"
Ziva: "I'm making as little progress as you. Our dead kidnapper is a dead end."
McGee: "Not completely. Finished processing his car and I found something. Where's the Boss?"
DiNozzo: (Gibbs is coming down the stairs) "It's like he can smell it."
McGee yells: "Boss. I found something."
Gibbs: "I can hear you McGee. I got ears. Whattaya’ got?"
DiNozzo: "Come on McGee. Can you go any slower?"
McGee: "Give it a rest. (places a DVD in the drive.) Comin’ up, Boss."
Rebecca Mason is sitting on a bed crying: "Please. Please let me go. Please. I wanna go home."
(A newspaper comes up with the date shown clearly.)
Ziva: "Proof of life."
Conrad: "That was really real."
DiNozzo: "Real as it gets."
McGee: "Whoa. Ah, something is happening here, Boss."
McGee: "A trojan horse on the DVD, it's sending out some kind of data packet over the internet. It's our phone number."
Gibbs: "Put it on the speaker."
Gibbs. "Special Agent Gibbs. Who's this?"
Voice: "An angry man."
Gibbs: "So, why are ya’an angry man?"
Voice: "One of my men is dead."
Gibbs: "Your first call to us was intercepted by a family member."
Voice: "We know. The old man…we'll deal with him later."
Gibbs: "You don't need to do that. NCIS is in charge now. We can handle it."
Voice: "The price is now 1 million."
Gibbs: "We gonna’ need some time to get that together. We still need to talk to the parents."
Voice: "You have 24 hours."
McGee: "Well, the call wasn't long enough to trace but there is something going on here. There's another snooper agent pinging the cell tower."
DiNozzo: "At least pretend you have a sex life."
McGee: "We're not the only ones trying to trace the call."
McGee: "Must be running some kind of sniffer program."
DiNozzo: "Can you find the source?"
McGee: "Well, we already have the address, but, Boss, if we can find Mason, that means the kidnappers can too."
Ziva: "Mr. Mason, if you are in there, please open up."
Gibbs: "Lock is broken."
(Gibbs reaches above the door and finds a key.) "Kidnappers appear to have gotten here first. Looks like Mason was waiting for them."
Ziva: "This was not self defense."
DiNozzo to Gibbs: "Still trying to identify the body we found at the trailer park, Boss. And no trace of Mason anywhere."
Palmer: "Hi. Uh.. Doctor Mallard wanted me to inform you that Arthur and John Doe share a lot of the same injuries as Mason's previous victim."
Palmer: "And I took the liberty of stopping by Abby's lab. She said she found Mason's prints all over the trailer."
DiNozzo: "We know."
Palmer: "Is there anything else I can do for you gentleman?"
DiNozzo: "Don't you have some place to be?"
DiNozzo: "Autopsy is getting a little crowded. (Looks at MTAC wall) I can read the writing on the wall."
Palmer: "And I've always been fascinated by what goes on inside of MTAC." (DiNozzo enters MTAC).. "I'll just be right out here then."
Mother (Lisa): "If you tell me you are doing everything you can one more time..."
Husband (Nick): "Lisa, calm down."
Lisa: "They have our daughter, Nick!"
Gibbs: "We're gonna’ get your daughter back, Ma'am."
Gibbs: "We go along with the ransom. Buy ourselves some time, we find her location."
Lisa: "We don't have a million dollars."
Nick: "Lisa only inherited half that."
DiNozzo: (whispering to Gibbs) "It's going to take another two days to get that kind of money."
Gibbs: (whispering back) "We don't have two days."
Nick: "Why would the kidnappers double the ransom? What has my father done now?"
DiNozzo: "Well if you're asking that kind of question, you can probably guess."
Gibbs: "We need to find him. He's not helping."
Nick: "I wouldn't even know where to start. Growing up he told us the same stories he probably told you."
Gibbs: "Insurance Actuary."
Nick: "We knew it wasn't true. But you also knew not to ask. If my mother knew, she took it to her grave."
Lisa: "Tell them about the safe."
Nick: "The box. It's in the floor of my Dad's bedroom. I've seen him go through it sometimes. I have no idea what's inside. Hopefully something useful."
Lisa: "You gotta’ get our little girl back, Agent Gibbs."
Gibbs: "Not gonna’ stop until we do."
Lisa: "If anything happens to her, my father-in-law will be the least of your concerns."
(Basement evidence locker)
Gibbs: "Hey, Andy."
Andy: "Agent Gibbs. Let me let you in."
Andy: "No problem. Uh… good night."
(Gibbs pulls out a box of money)
Conrad: "Sorry. I was ah… just doing some menial labor for Agent McGee. I didn't mean to pry."
(sweeping the floor) Conrad continues: "Why don't we just pretend I was never born. Kind of like we're pretending I'm actually learning something." (He starts sweeping again.)
Gibbs: "Yeah. It's for the ransom."
Conrad: "And you, you can just do that? You can just take the money like that?"
Gibbs: "Can in two days."
Conrad: "You can get in a lot of trouble."
(Gibbs stuffs more money into the bag.)
Conrad: "So, why do it?"
Gibbs: "It's my job."
Conrad: "Your job is to stick your neck out?"
Gibbs: "Building catches fire. Most people run away. Some people… we run in."
Conrad: "It's not safe to run into a burning building."
Gibbs: (grabs bag and leaves evidence lockup) "Nope. It's not."
Conrad: "I heard you never allowed interns on your team before. What's changed?"
Gibbs: "I don't know. Maybe me."
McGee: "Some of the stuff Mason has here is incredible. You know I don't think I'm even authorized to see this."
Ziva: "I know I am not."
McGee: "Six hours until the kidnappers deadline."
Gibbs: "We need to find Mason before then. This from his place?"
McGee: "Yeah, Tony sent it over. He's still searching the house. Now, a lot of this is old information but I mean Mason has everything from classified Presidential itineraries to satellites codes in here."
Ziva: "Explains how he was able to access our communications network."
McGee: "Still doesn't explain why no one ever heard of him."
Palmer: "If you guys ever need a sounding board, I have always been interested in..."
(hand SMACK... from Gibbs)
Gibbs: "Anything we can use?"
McGee: "Ah, yeah. Satellite codes, I can set up a snooper program."
Ziva: "If Mason tries to use them again we can zero in on his coordinates."
Gibbs: "Mason was on our side, right?"
McGee: "He had to be."
Ziva: "But he appears to have been retired for quite some time."
McGee: "Kidnappers definitely picked the wrong girl to ransom. I imagine accidentally kidnapping Jason Bourne's
Gibbs: "I'd rather you imagine where they are."
(Abby's intern arrives with bells on.)
Intern: "Abby thinks she might be able to help with that. Ah, she wants to see you. Said it was urgent."
(Gibbs shakes his head).
Intern: "Sorry, but I'm more scared of her than you."
Gibbs: "Smells like..."
Abby: "Mesquite grilled hamburgers, Gibbs. The marvels of modern chemistry. (points at intern) Corner."
Gibbs: "You flippin’ burgers or are you lookin’ for kidnappers?"
Abby: "One thing will lead to the other. (point to intern).. Computer. I made a breakthrough on the mystery gas used in the assault on the school. I found a recently filed patent that contains a very similar chemical component. (points to intern)…Speak."
Zealus: "Ah. The patent contains a scent delivery system for billboards."
Abby: "Billboards. I mean, what sells better than smells? Why just show a driver a big, juicy hamburger when you can let them smell it too. Admit it, it's making you a little hungry."
Gibbs: "Not a coincidence?"
Abby: "Oh no, if you're hungry? I'm taking full credit."
Zealus: "I think Agent Gibbs is referring to the connection between mystery gas and..."
Gibbs: "Hey… shhh."
Abby: "That… is definitely not a coincidence. There are literally one hundred million permutations of this chemical component."
Gibbs: "So whoever filed the patent, same guy who made the gas?"
Abby: "Our chemist. And I have you a printout."
Zealua: "She's scary, but I like scary."
Abby: "Tim Greystone. From Greystone Compounding Pharmacy."
(Gibbs takes paper with grin and then kisses her on the cheek.)
Abby: "Have fun. Take pictures."
(With big puppy eyes) Intern: "Hi".
Abby: "Oh God. Oh no. Don't. Don't go there."
DiNozzo: "I can't get a good look inside."
Ziva: (in another car with McGee) "Negative. But it is doubtful that Rebecca would be kept in such a public space."
Gibbs: "Nooo. But he's gonna’ know how to find her."
DiNozzo: "Wait a minute, I got something here. Probie?... you gettin’ this?"
McGee: "It's Mason."
DiNozzo: "That's not good."
Gibbs: "Ziva, McGee take the front. Go."
DiNozzo: "On your six, Boss."
McGee: (to Mason) "NCIS. You're under arrest."
(Mason grabs McGee in a head lock)
Gibbs: "Stop it."
McGee: "Let go."
Mason: "You're making a mistake."
McGee: "You're under arrest for murder."
Mason: "I didn't kill that man."
DiNozzo: "I suppose you didn't kill the kidnapper at the trailer park either."
Mason: "And they're not kidnappers. They're part of my team. And whoever did kill them is playing us all."
Conrad: "He said the kidnappers were playing all of you. What's that mean?"
McGee: "That's what we're gonna’ found out."
Conrad: (about Mason) "What's he looking for?"
McGee: "Way out. He's been like that ever since we brought him in here."
Conrad: "There is no way anyone can get out of there."
McGee: "Shouldn't be. But if there is, I'm guessing this will be the guy who finds it."
Mason: "We're wasting time."
Gibbs: "Who are you? (Gibbs sighs) Ok. Now we're wasting time."
Mason: "You're not authorized."
Gibbs: (reaches for phone) "Who can authorize me?"
Mason: "The President of the United States. The one buried in Seany Valley, out in California."
Gibbs : “You said that you'd do anything to get your granddaughter back."
Gibbs: "Well, then I need to know what I need to know."
Mason: "My team and I were part of an off the books experiment. A small group of operatives working within the law but outside the chain of command. We did the things that needed to be done. You understand?"
Gibbs: "How many?"
Mason: "Eight originally. When the project was canceled two decades ago, there were three. We returned to civilian life, hid our backgrounds.. were ordered never to make contact with one another again."
Gibbs: "Orders you broke."
Mason: "When my granddaughter was kidnapped, I went to MY team for help. MY team. The sedative gas used at the school? Sounds exactly like a Greystone creation, we used it on operations to keep the casualties at a minimum. I heard he was selling it on the black market. I was hoping he would help me track the buyer."
Gibbs: "So who's the John Doe in the trailer?"
Mason: "My com specialist. Ajax. I got a cell phone off that kidnapper that I fought with. I brought it to Ajax hoping that he would be able to trace it exactly like I was supposed to."
Gibbs: "So you think the kidnapping was a setup? The real target was your team?"
Mason: "The killers couldn't have found them. That's why they grabbed my granddaughter. Knew I would lead them right to my men."
Gibbs: "Who'd want your team dead?"
Mason: "You're gonna need a stenographer for that list. We got around. Look, they were good men. But my granddaughter is where I need to be focused right now. If the ransom was a diversion; then there would be no need to keep her alive."
Conrad: "You really think she's dead?"
McGee: "I don't know."
Conrad: "What're you gonna’ do?"
Abby: "We're gonna’ do what we always do. We're gonna’ catch the bad guys.
(To McGee) “Can you please tell Gibbs that I need to see him?"
DiNozzo:"Yeah. He's here right now. I'll tell him. Boss, no one's willing to comment on Mason but we do have a request to drop all the charges."
Gibbs: "So, drop em."
DiNozzo: "But we... dropping all the charges."
Gibbs: "Hi. So, McGee said you found something?"
Abby: "Not me, my new number one."
Zealus "We were processing Mason's impounded vehicle and we found two things."
Abby: "First, it smells like french fries. (She holds up a bag with fries) And second…"
Zealus: "Noticed the fuel line had a small tear."
Gibbs: "How'd that get there?"
Abby: "Not by accident. But when the gas leaked onto the engine block and exploded, it would have made it look like one."
Zealus: "The killer was saving Mason for last."
Abby: "And, thought that the fire would have destroyed all the evidence, but, it did not."
Gibbs: "So you got his fingerprints?"
Abby: "Oh yeah." (Intern and her high five.)
Ziva: "Walter Carmichael. At least, that's what he calls himself now. He's the substitute teacher for Rebecca's school."
DiNozzo: "Mason says he was a member of his team. Handled long term espionage. Was killed in Sri Lanka in '87."
Ziva: "Least, that's what everyone thought."
Gibbs: "Where is he now?"
Ziva: "After the attack on the school, he said he needed to take some time off to recuperate."
DiNozzo: "I guess what he meant by that was hunt down and kill some old friends."
DiNozzo: "On it. McGee's already at his place with the forensics unit. Girl was not there."
Ziva: "Revenge maybe. Perhaps he felt betrayed by his team."
DiNozzo: "Could be some kind of bounty on their heads. We want to find this girl. We got a figure what's making this guy tick."
Ziva: "Where is he going?"
DiNozzo: "To talk to our resident watch maker."
Ducky: "I had a hunch I'd be seeing you shortly. You want to know if the girl's still alive?"
Gibbs: "No. I wanna know how to get the girl back alive, Duck."
Ducky: "Well, I've been going over Carmichael's records. It's safe to assume that everything before 1987 was falsified."
Gibbs: "That a problem?"
Ducky: "No, quite the opposite. I find how Mr. Carmichael chose to reinvent himself most telling. He chose to be a missionary in Cameroon for 12 years. Then he invented documents to show that he worked in a hospice. Finally, he settled as a teacher."
Gibbs: "Left out the part about fifty kills in forty countries."
Ducky: "By design. I believe that Carmichael grew to regret his past as a member of Mason's team and wanted to atone for his sins. When story telling was not enough to cleanse his soul, he turned to more drastic means. McGee sent these over from Carmichael's house. It's a collection of the more popular tools of self flagellation. Catholic salease?, corvahti? skewers, I mean they've all been used."
Gibbs: "Yeah. When that wasn't enough?"
Ducky: "His final act of penance…the execution of all of his old team mates. To make amends for all of the horrible things they did together."
Gibbs: "Duck, what about the girl? What about Rebecca?"
Ducky: "Well, unfortunately, Carmichael believes that he has a higher power on his side, which makes him capable of anything. Unfortunately, you're not gonna’ know her fate, until his mission is accomplished."
Ziva: "Gibbs, it's Carmichael. He wants to talk."
Gibbs: "He's early."
Ziva: "I think he is giving up the ransom charade. He knows we have Mason. He's willing to trade."
Ducky: "What are you going to do?"
Gibbs: "Give him what he wants."
(At meeting place)
(He answers phone) "Yeah. This is Gibbs."
Mason: "Are these cuffs necessary?"
DiNozzo: "Carmichael demanded it. We got to make him think we're playing along."
Mason: "Yeah, well right now I'd make that trade for real."
McGee: "Well, we want him alive. Not stuffed face first in a ????
Ziva: "In position."
DiNozzo: "Well, ok. We're here. Where's the guest of honor?"
Mason: "He's here."
McGee: "Are you sure about that?"
(Carmichael is on a bench near them)
Mason: "Oh, of course he's sure. He trained me.
Carmichael: “Hello, Nicholas… Slow down here. If you shoot me, you'll never find Rebecca."
Mason: "And I'd kill you slowly."
Carmichael: "I deserve no less. Right after you. Agent Gibbs, you are to release Mason to me, we will leave in my vehicle. In an hour, I will phone you with the girl’s location."
Gibbs: "Yeah. What about Mason?"
Carmichael, "Oh, his fate is out of my hands. I'm just an instrument of justice."
Mason: "Your elevator never went to the top floor."
DiNozzo: "How do we know the girl's still alive?"
(Mason is coming out of the cuffs.)
Carmichael: "It's called faith."
(Mason grabs DiNozzo's gun) "You nut job."
Gibbs: "Stand down, Mason."
(Mason holding gun on Carmichael) "I want proof that she's alive right now or you die."
Carmichael: "It's your granddaughter who's going to die."
Mason: "She's already dead. Alive, she screws up your operation. I trained you, remember?"
(Gibbs swings gun to Mason) "I said stand down, Mason."
Mason: "He killed her, I know it. You bastard."
(A shot is heard)
(Carmichael is talking low in a prayer as McGee and DiNozzo grab and cuff him.)
Gibbs: "Why did you take a shot??"
Ziva: "Mason was going to shoot."
Carmichael: "The girl, she's in the trunk."
Gibbs: "Pick it."
(Gibbs helps Rebecca out)
"You're alright Rebecca."
Ziva: "Everything's going to be ok."
Gibbs: "Gotcha." (He lifts Rebecca to her feet.)
Dinozzo: "Well, the girl's alive."
Carmichael: "Of course. Wanton collateral damage is one of our sins. She's innocent."
(Mason starts getting up) "What am I? Chopped liver?"
Rebecca: "Grandpa. Grandpa."
Mason: "Oh, baby."
Rebecca: "I was so scared."
Mason: "Everything's gonna’ be alright. (looks at Gibbs) Thank you. Could've used a guy like you on my team."
Gibbs: "We can still use a guy like you."
Mason (points to his chest) "Corn syrup."
Carmichael: "You have no honor. Any of you."
DiNozzo: "You know what you got?... taken down by Leroy Jethro Gibbs."
Palmer: "Clear a path. Clear a path. Make room people. You know, I've always been interested in the investigative branch of NCIS....."
Conrad: "So that's it? ...a happy ending?"
McGee: "Not exactly. There's the happy ending."
(Rebecca runs across the room): "Mom. Dad."
Conrad: "That's ah…"
McGee: "Feels nice doesn't it?"
Conrad: "I could get used to it. Not sure I could get used to the pay." But for the sake of curiosity, if I wanted to um.."
(McGee holds up a paper that reads Student Internship Program.) Conrad: "What's this?"
McGee: "Application for a full internship here at NCIS."
Gibbs: “It's all filled out. Just needs your signature."
|Episode 8.3: Short Fuse|
| (Squad Room)|
DiNozzo:s (looking into a mirror and people are putting makeup on him.) "I try."
(Camera shutters snapping.)
McGee to Ziva: "Ziva? What's going on?"
Ziva: "Tony has been selected to be on the cover of the new NCIS recruiting brochure."
McGee: "Oh, you've got to be kidding me."
DiNozzo: "Hey! Check it out. Who's the new face of NCIS? You're looking at it, McEnvy. Get used to it."
McGee: "There will be no living with him now."
Camera man: (to DiNozzo) “Just act natural and pretend you are at work on your computer.”
McGee: "Yeah, that should look very natural. He does that all the time."
DiNozzo: "Like working for real?...Can we... I'm sorry. Because I think my left side is better and we're doing a lot of..."
McGee: "Did Gibbs authorize this?"
Gibbs: "No. Wasn't consulted. (He hits the umbrella out of the way) Gear up… Marine shot and killed as intruder in Arlington."
Ron Sands: "Special Agent Gibbs.. Ron Sands, Public Affairs."
Gibbs: "Yeah. I know who you are, Sandy."
Ron: "Special Agent DiNozzo can't leave. We're not finished with him yet."
DiNozzo: (signaling for Ron to stop speaking and wincing as his camera is snapping pictures of Gibbs)
"I'll drive, Boss."
Ron: "Alright. Take five."
DiNozzo: "Hey, Boss. Police think it was a home invasion robbery gone bad. Back door was jimmied. Guy clearly had no idea whose house he was breaking into. Oorah."
Gibbs: "They ID the body?"
DiNozzo: “Uh, no… nothing on him. No wallet. No car keys, don't even know how he got here. Only thing he brought with him was a gun." McGee: "Intruders weapon. Serial number's been filed off, maybe Abby can lift something."
Gibbs: "Get the finger print scanner. Make sure you check upstairs."
DiNozzo: "Just about to, Boss."
Palmer: "Hey, Tony, can you help me with this?" (Looks at Tony) Are you wearing makeup?"
Ziva: "This in Afghanistan?"
Heather: "Yeah, it was two months ago. Candahar."
Ziva: "You take the picture?"
Heather: "No. I am in the picture."
Ziva: (looks surprised) "You're a bomb tech?"
Heather: "Just being a regular officer didn't cut it for me."
Ziva: "Any regrets?"
Heather: "Still have all my fingers. (Her phone rings.) My team leader, I'm on call."
Gibbs : "911 call was at 2:25 AM."
Ducky: "Pretty consistent with time of death. Three shots you say? Well, she certainly knew where to put them."
Gibbs: "Get her statement?"
Heather: "Don't you guys work out at the Navy yard? They received a bomb threat from an antiwar group."
Ziva: "Where on the base?"
Heather: "Aboard the ceremonial ship the USS Barry. Need to go. When do I get my weapon back?"
Gibbs: "When we're finished with it."
DiNozzo: "Hey. Nice apartment."
DiNozzo: "She says she was alone last night?"
DiNozzo: "I don't think so."
DiNozzo: "Well, I was poking around upstairs like you asked me to and I noticed there was a queen size bed with both sides rumpled."
Ziva: "That does not mean anything. I do not make my bed everyday."
DiNozzo: "But I bet you sleep on the same side of it."
Gibbs: (looking from one to the other) "That it?"
DiNozzo: "Nope. Toilet seat was up. Maybe she's more marine than I thought."
McGee: "Boss, we're having a problem here. I can't get a scan."
Ducky: "Wait a minute." (looks at the hand) His fingerprints have been removed."
DiNozzo: "Well, imagine that, a burglar that doesn't need gloves."
DiNozzo: "There's talk that after the recruitment brochure is published; I may do a promotional tour of college campus."
McGee: "Frightening thought for the coeds of America."
DiNozzo: "They're going to put a giant cardboard cutout of me in career services to greet new applicants."
McGee: “Abby, why is the music so loud?"
Abby: "I'm trying to drown out the sirens. What's going on out there?"
McGee: "Bomb threat on the USS Barry."
Abby: "Ok. Then why aren't you guys out there investigating that instead of meeting in here bugging me?"
McGee: "Agent Crohn is handling it."
DiNozzo: "We need your help."
Abby: "I… I'm a little busy. I have to get this serial number off this gun."
McGee: "Ok. facial recognition… nothing yet, huh?"
Abby: "No, McGee, I would've called. I've run him through every US database and got nothing. Now I'm running him through INTERPOL."
DiNozzo: "Doesn't make sense."
McGee: "This guy's obviously got a criminal past. Why else would he have his fingerprints removed?"
DiNozzo: "Abby, I emailed you an audio file, ok?... Cuz there's a background sound I need you to enhance."
Abby: "How did you get the password to my account?"
DiNozzo: "McGee gave it to me."
McGee: "Thanks, McGee."
McGee: "What? No I didn't. There was no handing out of any password."
DiNozzo: "He did."
Abby: "No. No. I … I... No... No, hey, I will... "
Abby: (she listens to the 911 call.) "She sounds really calm."
McGee, "Well, she diffuses bombs for a living."
DiNozzo: "Ok. wait… shhhh. Here it comes, listen." (A noise is heard)
DiNozzo: "Excuse you, McGee. (McGee gives him a look.) See? That sounds like a voice."
(Abby listens with a headset)
McGee: "Sounds like a tv?"
DiNozzo: "No, because a phone call..."
Ziva: "Sergeant Dempsey grew up in Montana."
DiNozzo: "Became a local celebrity when she filed a discrimination law suit against the board of education. They wouldn't let her play high school football."
Ziva: "One year of junior college and then she enlisted in the core. Basic training at Paris Island, two tours in Iraq with a ???? affairs group and then EOD school at Eglan Airforce Base."
Gibbs: "Disciplinary action."
DiNozzo: "Yeah, three of them. One for fighting, two for questioning authority. Clearly, she doesn't play well with others."
Ziva: "Uh, never been married, her parents divorced and one brother in DC."
Ziva: "No one came up."
DiNozzo: "So. I ask you once again, who was the guy on the phone talking and why did she lie to us about it?"
McGee: "Well, there's no hard wired phone in Sergeant Dempsey's residence so our mystery caller had to be using a cell. Checked the local towers and at that hour, usage was very low. We know that Sergeant Dempsey called 911 at 2:25 AM. At that exact moment, there were only thirty-two other cellular calls in progress. I can run them down."
Gibbs: "Ok. pressure Dempsey."
DiNozzo: "Aye, aye. Can you, ah, track her down for me, Ziva?"
Ron: "Hey, Tony. How's it going?"
DiNozzo: "Oh, hey Ron. You need something?"
Ron: "Truth is, I'm under the gun here. I got to get the artwork to the printer tomorrow but I'm not really sure I have the cover shot yet."
McGee: "I have an idea. How about that? ( It's the mug shot of DiNozzo.) Beautiful booking photo."
DiNozzo: "Green does bring out my eyes. That's pretty good."
Ziva: "Heather Dempsey is not answering. There are still emergency vehicles in front of the ship."
Ron: "What's going on?"
DiNozzo: "There was a bomb threat."
Ron: "On a ship? Sounds like a pretty good photo op. You guys mind if I tag along?"
Ziva: "Ah. That's not a good idea."
McGee: "You should really ask Gibbs first, this time, Tony."
DiNozzo: “Grab your photographer."
Palmer: "So, what do you think he used, Acid?"
Ducky: "Possibly, there's several methods. Pineapple for instance."
Ducky: "Yeah. In the 1920's, a cat burglar named Nigel Hubbard left no fingerprints. Puzzled Scotland yard for years. Pineapple contains an acid, pectin. Hubbard pricked each of his fingertips several times and soaked them in the juice of the fruit. Well, it's very painful, but effective."
Palmer: "The outer portion of the nose..."
Ducky: "No, no, no. Not his, mine. I have a confounded itch. If you would be so kind? Aw, I hate it when it does this."
Palmer: (grabs a long swab) "Wait, wait, wait."
Ducky: "Yeah… ahhhh."
Gibbs: "Am I interrupting something, boys?"
Ducky: "Have we come up with a name for this fellow yet?"
Gibbs: "No. I was hoping you'd help with that, Duck."
Ducky: "Well we may be able to whittle it down a bit. His age for example. Based on dentition in his bones I would say he's a man in 55 and 65 years of age."
Gibbs: "Ok. It's a start."
Ducky: "Well, there's more. His liver is not his own."
Ducky: "And by look of the sutures and the fact of the procedure used, I'd say it was done fifteen to twenty year ago."
Palmer: "Liver transplants weren't all that common back then."
Ducky: "Well, we haven't finished so there may be more. I've just been regaling Mr. Palmer on the methods by which criminals remove their fingerprints over the years. It's fascinating stuff...."
(The USS Barry)
DiNozzo: "Whattaya’ got Agent Crohn?"
Crohn: "Ships been evacuated. Antiwar group phoned in a threat and then we found a suspicious back pack down below. You guys are investigating a shooting right?"
Crohn: "Need some help? I would love to show Agent Gibbs what I could do."
DiNozzo: "Think we got it covered Agent Crohn."
Ziva: "I have worked the Navy yard for five years and I have never set foot on this boat."
Crohn: "It's used for ceremonial purposes. Open to the public for tours. I will be topside if you need me."
Ziva: "Hey. You busy?"
Heather: "I wish. Robbie the robot's doing my job."
Ziva: "Where is that?"
Heather: "Two decks down. Dogs found it. Micro sensors on the robot sniffed the spectral signature of explosive compounds. Who's he?"
DiNozzo: "Public Affairs officer."
Heather: "You brought your publicist with you? To a bomb threat?... hmph."
DiNozzo: "Can we talk?"
Heather: "A little busy right now, Agent DiNozzo."
(One of her team ‘got contact.’)
Heather leaves, "I will be standing by."
DiNozzo and Ziva: "It's against the law to lie to a federal officer. You want to change the statement you gave us this morning?"
DiNozzo: "We know you weren't alone last night."
Heather: "Right. Who was I with?"
DiNozzo: "I don't know but we're gonna’ find out."
Team guy: "Damn. It's hooked on the pressure relief valve. I'm having trouble getting it off."
Heather: "Enough with the toys Master guns. Let me go in."
Master Guns: "I'm giving it another shot, Sergeant Dempsey."
Heather: "I'm suiting up. Go."
DiNozzo: "What'd I miss?"
Ziva: "Nothing. It is still snagged."
Heather: (getting into a bomb suit) "If it had a motion sensor, it would've gone off by now."
Master Gun: "You have no idea what's in it, Dempsey."
Heather: "Back the robot out. I'm gonna’ need room."
Master Gun: "Backing it out. Don't say I didn't warn you. Robot clear and deactivated. Watch your six, Dempsey." (She thumbs up and goes in.) "Careful, Dempsey. Are you clear to release it?"
Heather: "Affirmative." I'm taking it off the pressure relief valve now. See? No problem."
Master Gun: "Let's get it to the containment vessel."
Heather: "No. I'm here. I'll just disarm it now."
Master Gun: "Don't be stupid."
Heather: "Just going to take a look inside."
Ziva: "Or crazy."
Master Gun: "What've we got?"
(6 seconds on timer on bomb.)
Master Gun: "Heather, trouble. There's a timer."
Heather: “I'm outta’ here.” (bomb goes off, Heather hits the floor.)
Master Gun: "Dempsey?"
Another team member: "She alright?"
Master Gun: "Get a core-man."
Other team member: "Yes sir."
Master Gun: (opens face mask and she blinks.) "Dempsey? You ok?"
Heather: "I'm alright. That was stupid."
Gibbs: "Where's DiNozzo and David?"
McGee: "Just called from the infirmary. Sergeant Dempsey's gonna be ok. They’re just keeping her over night for observation. Apparently the bomb was more flash than bang."
Gibbs: "Someone's making a statement, Special Agent Crohn's problem now. Not ours."
(McGee looks like he wants to say something.)
Gibbs: "Got something on your mind, Tim?"
McGee: "I eliminated every cell phone that was in use during the time Dempsey called 911. Every cell phone, except one."
Gibbs: "Hmm mm…..got a name?"
McGee: "No. And it's not gonna’ be easy."
Gibbs: "Spit it out McGee."
McGee: "It's a secure phone. Registered to the FBI."
Gibbs: "Where's DiNozzo and David?"
McGee: "Just called from the infirmary. Sergeant Dempsey's gonna be ok. They’re just keeping her over night for observation. Apparently the bomb was more flash than bang."
Gibbs: "Someone's making a statement, Special Agent Crohn's problem now. Not ours."
(McGee looks like he wants to say something.)
Gibbs: "Got something on your mind, Tim?"
McGee: "I eliminated every cell phone that was in use during the time Dempsey called 911. Every cell phone, except one."
Gibbs: "Hmm mm…..got a name?"
McGee: "No. And it's not gonna’ be easy."
Gibbs: "Spit it out McGee."
McGee: "It's a secure phone. Registered to the FBI."
(There’s a western on television and Gibbs is ironing)
Gibbs: "Supposed to be here an hour ago."
Fornell: "My daughter had a performance at school. I told you. Be nice to me. I just spent two hours with our ex-wife."
Gibbs: "Yeah. She mention my name?"
Fornell: "Not for years."
Gibbs: "Hey. You shaved your beard."
Fornell: "That's very observant."
Gibbs: "What is that?"
Fornell: "It's rice."
Gibbs: "I thought you were picking up cheeseburgers."
Fornell” "It's lamb curry from the Punjab Express."
Gibbs: "We both agreed we hate that place."
Fornell: "We did, but I got a ‘2 for’ coupon in the mail."
Gibbs: "Well, did you order it spicy or mild?"
Gibbs: (smells his rice.) "So whose cell phone was it?"
Fornell: "Why do you need to know?"
Gibbs: "Home invasion robbery. A marine shot the intruder. Whoever had that cell phone was there."
Fornell: "Doesn't sound right."
Gibbs: (doesn't finish chewing before getting up.) "Marine's female. He was with her at two o'clock in the morning." (throws his plate in the trash.) She's covering for him."
Fornell: "An affair? No way."
Gibbs: (eating a bowl of cereal) "Who is he?"
Fornell: "The guy's high up in the Bureau. Way above our pay grade, Jethro. Only did one field tour, worked his way up through the bureaucracy to the highest levels of the FBI. He's as straight an arrow as they come."
Gibbs: "Give me his name will ya?"
Fornell: "Gary Tolin, Executive Assistant Director of the Criminal Investigation Division."
Fornell: "You have another cereal bowl?"
Abby: "Guns usually speak to me. They tell me what I need to know. You, sir, are not cooperating."
Palmer: "This is getting scary. Dr. Mallard talks to the dead and now you're talking to evidence, never mind."
Abby: "Well, it usually works with firearms. This one’s just not saying a peep."
Palmer: "Well, the gun's owner is talking. Ah, sort of. We need your help."
Abby: "Well, I need a break. You… don't go anywhere."
Palmer: "Whattaya’ need?" We know the intruder had a liver transplant between 15 and 20 years ago. So, I'm not sure how complete your older databases are. But, could you...."
Abby: "Run a computer search of the transplant list and narrow it down. What do you have so far?"
Palmer: "Male, Caucasian, approximately 55.. 73" tall, green eyes, brown hair. Blood type A positive, and at one point in his life, fractured his L5 vertebrae."
Abby: "K. I'm on it."
(Palmer just stands there.)
Abby: "Bye. Go away."
Abby: "Back to the duck pond."
Gibbs: "You were not alone, Sergeant."
Heather: "Really? Your people keep telling me that. Who was I with?"
Gibbs: "Executive Assistant Director Gary Tolin of the FBI. What was going on?"
Heather: "What do you think was going on?"
Gibbs: "I'm tired of the games, Sergeant. Answer the question."
Heather: "He was speaking at a seminar on terrorist threat assessment. We met at the cocktail hour afterwards, started talking, hit it off. Thought he was sort of cute. I invited him back to my place... for coffee. How detailed do you want me to get? We are both consenting adults. His being there, had nothing to do with the robbery. After I shot the guy, Gary panicked, told me he was married. Told him to go home, I'd cover. That was it."
Gary Tolin: (To Fornell) "Can I talk to you outside?"
DiNozzo: "I don't buy it."
DiNozzo: "Them. Her, with him? She's young, hot…marine bomb tech. He's an old suit."
Ziva: "Well, I find certain older men attractive."
Gary Tolin: "I don't like being embarrassed in front of NCIS agents, Fornell."
Fornell: "Sir. They're investigating a death. You were a witness and you didn't report it."
Gary Tolin: "My being at her house had nothing to do with the robbery or the shooting. It was a stupid indiscretion which I hope will be kept from the Bureau and my wife. Tell Special Agent Gibbs I will cooperate fully with the investigation but I'd appreciate it if all communications would go through you."
Fornell: "I'll pass that along."
Abby: (impatient with the elevator) "Come on come one come on."
Ducky: "You said you had something."
Abby: "I do."
Ducky: "Well, I said we'd be right up."
Abby: "I know, but it couldn't wait. I just wanted to show you what I found before I talk to Gibbs. The computer results are in. Ok, between 1995 and 2000; 18,212 people had liver transplants in the United States. Of those, 10,014 were male. Now, if we factor in the deceased race, blood type, age, height, hair, and eye color, our possibilities have now shrunk to 116 men. Of those, only three had a fractured vertebrae."
Palmer: (to Ducky) "She's done most of the agent's work for them."
Abby: "Oh no. I've done all of it. Of the remaining three; one died in 1997, one of them is in a nursing home in Purea, and, ta..da, our winner is Glover Reese, formerly of Baltimore, Maryland."
McGee: (about Reese) "Current address unknown."
Gibbs: "Definitely same guy."
McGee: "Well, his Baltimore mugshot was taken in 1980 before files were digitized, which explains why we didn't get a hit on facial recognition."
Gibbs: "What do we know about him?"
Ziva: "He was born in 1952 on a small farm in Maryland. Moved to Baltimore as a teenager; quite a juvenile record."
DiNozzo: "Oh, that's for sure. In the 70's he had several busts. Petty theft, assault and battery, and then in '78 he graduated to the big time, attempted murder. He spent ten years of his fifteen year sentence in (??????")
Ziva: "Ironically, he got his liver transplant while he was there courtesy of the state."
Gibbs: "We paid for that, right?"
Ziva: "Uh hmm. A year after his release, he stopped checking in with his parole officer and disappeared."
Gibbs: "Never to be heard from again."
DiNozzo: "Oh contraire, Boss. And this is the part I think you're really gonna’ love. His fingerprints were found at the scenes of two unsolved murders."
McGee: "Good reason to have your prints removed."
Gibbs: "Who did he kill?"
DiNozzo: "A union boss in Philly and a millionaire playboy in Palm Beach both suspected to be contract hits."
Gibbs: "Really? Glover Reese wasn't a burglar. He was a hit man."
Fornell: "Checked with Tolin's office again. They still haven't heard from him and his cell is turned off. You find out if your marine lady had any enemies?"
Gibbs: "DiNozzo's going to talk to her. I bet the house, Tolin's the hit man's target."
Fornell: "I'm not going to take that bet. We at the FBI do tend to piss people off."
Gibbs: "Well, whoever wanted him eliminated is just going to hire somebody else. You got to put him in protective custody."
Fornell: "I got to find him first."
Fornell: "Excuse me, Mrs. Tolin?"
Mrs. Tolin: "Yes."
(They both flip open their badges.)
Fornell: "Agent Fornell… Special Agent Gibbs - NCIS. We're looking for your husband. Is he at home?"
Mrs. Tolin: "No."
Gibbs: "Any idea where we can find him?"
Mrs. Tolin: "He came home a couple of hours ago, packed a bag and rushed off. Said it was Bureau business? Told me
Gibbs: "Did he say where he was going?"
Mrs. Tolin: "Are either of you married?"
(Gibbs and Fornell look at one another) Fornell: "No."
Mrs.Tolin: "Divorced huh? Well, I don't know how it was in your marriages, but I've been a Bureau wife for 23 years and Gary either can't or won't tell me about his work. I have no idea where he went."
Fornell: "Well, if you hear from him would you have him give me a call?"
Mrs.Tolin: "The FBI doesn't know where he is? Is something wrong?"
Fornell: "We're not sure. But just to be safe, I'm going to have agents stationed outside the house."
Mrs.Tolin: "Now, you're scaring me."
Fornell: "I'm gonna’ make some phone calls. See if Tolin is on Bureau business. Think she knows he was fooling around?"
Gibbs: "If she doesn't know, Tobias, she suspects."
DiNozzo: "Hey, Ron, It's Tony DiNozzo. Listen, I've been looking through the pictures that you sent and I don't know, I can't put my finger on it, somethings off. Think I'd like to talk to you about it. Give me a call when you get a chance. Thanks."
DiNozzo: "Hey, Sergeant, how ya’ feelin?"
Heather: "Ok. This official business or did I get a reputation this morning as an easy hookup?"
DiNozzo: "We identified the man you shot. He's wanted for two unsolved murders."
Heather: "So, what, you here to give me a medal?"
DiNozzo: "Well, he wasn't a burglar. He's a contract killer. You have any enemies?"
Heather: "None that want me dead."
DiNozzo: "You got off duty at 1600. Where ya’ been?"
Heather: "I was having dinner with my brother. Want his number?"
DiNozzo: "We may have to put you under protective custody."
Heather: "This is gotta’ be about my friend at the FBI, not me."
DiNozzo: "We're working that angle. But I'm not buying your story. I mean, of course, I understand why Tolin was turned on, but why were you attracted to him?"
Heather: "You an expert in these things?"
DiNozzo: "As a matter of fact, I am."
Heather: "Or is it a father complex? We through? I've had a tough day."
Fornell: "Morning Ziva." (He throws a memory card to her.)
Ziva: "Morning. What is this?"
Fornell: "Downloaded the cases Gary Tolin supervised over the past five years. Hopefully, we can find out who wants him dead."
Gibbs: "Of course, you got permission to copy those files?"
Fornell: "There's an index at the front."
Gibbs: "Arlington police found an abandoned stolen car a couple of blocks from Sergeant Dempsey’s place."
Fornell: "You think our hit man used it?"
Gibbs: "Well, I think he had to get there somehow and it was hot wired."
DiNozzo: "Explains why he didn't have any keys on him. It's just been towed into our evidence garage."
Fornell: "I found out Tolin is not on Bureau business. Told the director he wanted a couple of personal days."
DiNozzo: "Oh, tells the Bureau one thing and his wife another. Boss, obviously my gut is not in your league but it tells me that Tolin and Heather Dempsey are hiding something. It's more than just a one night stand."
Ziva: "Whoa. This is a load of cases."
DiNozzo: "Public corruption, civil rights, organized crime, drugs, kidnapping..."
Fornell: "Tolin's an EAD. He's got his hands in everything."
Ziva: "This could take forever. Tolin is one of yours, why isn't the FBI doing this?"
Gibbs: "Hey. Until we know more, we're running things from here."
Gibbs: (phone rings) "Yeah, Gibbs. Be right down."
Abby: "Gibbs is on his way down. Wanna’ meet him at the elevator?"
McGee: "Uh. You go ahead."
Abby: "What are you doing?"
McGee: "I am anticipating Gibbs next move."
Abby: "You're such a chess player."
Gibbs: “Well, hello, Abby. You've only had the car for ten minutes. That's fast even for you."
Abby: "Found this camera under the front seat of the car."
McGee: "Sergeant Dempsey was the target, Boss. Not Tolin."
Gibbs: "Get her in here."
McGee: "I've been tracking Dempsey's cell and she is in McClain, VA about 6 miles from her place."
Gibbs: "Well, call her."
McGee: "She just turned her cell phone off. Must've seen our caller ID. Where in McClain?"
McGee: "Howard Rehabilitation Center."
Gibbs to McGee: "McGee, go on. Take Ziva with you."
Ziva: "Where are we going?"
McGee: "Find Sergeant Dempsey."
Gibbs: "Hey, Amigo. The hit man was after my marine not your EAD."
Fornell: "That doesn't explain why Tolin's off the grid."
DiNozzo: "I'm telling ya’, those two are up to something."
(Physical therapy - rehab center)
McGee: "Excuse me. I wonder if you could help us."
Lady: “I'll try.”
Ziva: "Uh, we're looking for this person and I thought she might be here."
Lady: "Heather. You just missed her."
McGee: "You know her."
Lady: "She comes almost every day to visit her brother."
Ziva: "Her brother?"
Lady: "Jud Dempsey."
McGee: "Thanks. Pardon us... Uh, Jud?"
Lady: “Jud, yeah."
McGee: "Hi, NCIS Agents, McGee and David. We're looking for your sister."
Jud: "Got to be about the burglar she shot."
McGee: "Yeah. She told you, huh?"
Jud: "This has really been a crazy year for us with guns."
Ziva: "What do you mean?"
Jud: "Heather kills a thief and I get shot in the back. It's why I'm in this."
Ziva: "What happened?"
Jud: "I was in the wrong place at the wrong time. I got caught in the crossfire of a drug turf war between rival gangs in Southeast DC."
DiNozzo: "Jud Dempsey was an innocent bystander. Now, he's paralyzed from the chest down."
Ziva: "He was working at a fourth street homeless shelter. He's a really sweet kid."
McGee: "They are very close. Dempsey was in Afghanistan when it happened."
Gibbs: "Get the shooter?"
McGee: "Yes, they did. Gene Abbott, A local dealer. After his arrest, he cooperated and named names, was granted immunity and given a new identity by the justice department."
DiNozzo: "Guess who recommended the deal? Everybody’s favorite FBI Executive Assistant Director Gary P. Tolin."
Ziva: "More than just a one nightstand, huh?"
DiNozzo: "Heather Dempsey. Come on, you guys know what this is. It's Body Heat, the 1981 classic with William Hurt and Kathleen Turner."
McGee: "Boss, as much as I hate Tonys movie analogies, I think he's right on with this one."
DiNozzo: "Heather Dempsey wanted revenge. She needed Abbott’s new identity. She didn't bump into Tolin at the seminar by chance, she went there looking for him. Then she Kathleen Turnered’ on him to Body Heat, and got him back to her place."
McGee: "More than once. She lied to us, they met before the seminar. I checked Tolin's cell phone history. He was at Dempsey's residence several times over the last two weeks."
DiNozzo: "Heather seduced the new name and identity from him. That's why Tolin's been acting so squirrely."
Gibbs: "Heather Dempsey's gonna’ kill Abbott."
Ziva: "Sergeant Dempsey's team leader has not heard from her."
DiNozzo: "Put out a BOLO on her and her truck… got nothing."
McGee: "Well, her phone's still off. Obviously, she doesn't want to be found."
Ziva: "You think, Abbott hired the hit man to kill her?"
Gibbs: "He would if he found out she was looking for him." (phone rings) "Yeah, it's Gibbs. Hmm. Be right up. Let's go, you're with me, poster boy."
Gibbs: "Tobias, whattaya’ got?"
Gary Tolin: "I apologize for disappearing Agent Gibbs. I needed some time to sort some things out."
Gibbs: "You want to tell us what really happened between you and Heather Dempsey?"
Gary: "I wouldn't admit it at the time but I let myself be used. Should've known something was wrong. Woman like Heather coming on to me, all she really wanted was information."
DiNozzo: "Gene Abbott’s new name and location?"
Gibbs: "You gave it to her."
Gary Tolin: "I wasn't thinking clearly."
Fornell: "Abbotts living on a farm in Eldersburg, Maryland."
GaryTolin: "Agent Gibbs, I want you to know that I am preparing a letter of resignation detailing everything that's happened. It will be on the Director’s desk by the end of the day. I'm not excusing what I've done but Heather did say that she just wanted to confront Abbott."
Gibbs: "And you believed that?"
DiNozzo: "That's her pickup right there."
Gibbs: "Check the house." (Ziva and Gibbs head to the barn. Gene is tied to a chair with a bomb strapped to him.)
Heather: "You guys are good."
Gene: "Help. She's sick. This thing, it has a motion sensor. If I move, I'm dead."
Gibbs: "How long's he been here?"
Heather: "Couple of days."
McGee: "Boss, I can call the bomb squad if you need em’."
Gibbs: “I don't know. We got our own EOD tech right here."
Gene: "Call the bomb squad."
Gibbs: "Gonna have to answer some questions first."
Gibbs: "You put out a contract on Sergeant Dempsey?" (He doesn't answer) "What's the blast radius?"
Heather: "About fifteen, twenty feet."
Gibbs: "See, I understand if you are reluctant to answer. Probably want to talk to your lawyer first."
DiNozzo: "Yeah. We could get you one by tomorrow morning. Although, for a good one, that's gonna’ take a couple of days."
Gene: "Alright… alright."
Gibbs: "Alright what?"
Gene: "I put the hit out. Now get this thing off me."
Gibbs: "I wanna’ make sure you don't feel coerced… that you're volunteering this information."
Gene: "Was done in self defense."
Gene: "A neighbor said she'd been nosing around. He took down her license number. When I found out who she was..."
DiNozzo: "You decided to get Sergeant Dempsey before she got you. How'd that work out for ya?"
Gibbs: "Heather, you don't want to ruin your life for this guy."
Gibbs to Heather: "Go on. Take it off."
Heather: "You can do it. It's a fake. Yeah, I wanted him to suffer. To feel a little of what my brother feels every day. Stuck in a chair… constant pain… unable to do the simplest things without help… at the mercy of others."
(Fornell is in the kitchen whistling.)
Fornell: "Si. Pasta Unicesta. My Nona's recipe." (Gibbs tries to taste) "Wait 'til I'm done."
Gibbs: "Good. What's the occasion?"
Fornell: "I'm trying to curry a favor."
Gibbs: “Gene Abbott was charge with conspiracy to commit."
Fornell: "Well, criminals are stupid. He didn't realize the new crime wasn't covered by his immunity. What're you gonna’ do about Sergeant Dempsey?"
Gibbs: "Me?... nothing. She's a hero as far as I'm concerned."
Fornell: "The ATF doesn't see it that way. They're debating which charges to file. Kidnapping, assault, threat of bodily harm."
Gibbs: "Bombs bogus, Tobias. Good luck finding a jury that will convict."
Fornell: "You gonna’ wash up?"
Ziva: "What is he doing here so early? He has not beaten me in over a month.
McGee: "Well, I don't know. Mid year reviews aren't until December. Tony, what's going on?"
DiNozzo: "For your information, the recruitment brochure is going to the printer today. Ron Sands is up with the director right now getting the mock up approved. It's a big day. And um, if you guys would like autographed copies of the brochure, I can arrange that. Here he comes. Hey, Ron. Hey, so what'd the director have to say?"
Ron: (looking uncomfortable) "He was very pleased. It looks beautiful, so good."
DiNozzo: "Use the shot of me at my desk on the cover?"
DiNozzo: "Oh, I know, one of the ones aboard the ship. That was your idea too."
Ron: "It was my idea but no, we didn't use that one either."
DiNozzo: "Oh, Abby's lab?"
DiNozzo: "Shooting range?" (Ron looks down.) Break-room?"
Ron: (shakes his head) "No."
DiNozzo: "Which one did you use?"
Ron: "The director wanted the image of NCIS to be one of authority and integrity."
(He pulls out the cover to reveal Gibbs on it.)
Ziva: "Isn't that a piece of your shoulder in the background, Tony?"
DiNozzo: "Yeah. Yeah. Yeah it is." (McGee pats him on the shoulder.)
|Episode 8.4: Royals & Loyals|
| (Squad Room) |
Ziva: "What are you doing?"
DiNozzo: "Uh, nothing. I was… lost a contact."
McGee: "Uh. Where? on Ziva's keyboard?"
Ziva: "You do not wear glasses."
DiNozzo: "Maybe I started."
McGee: "Maybe you're lying."
DiNozzo: "Maybe you should but out, Mcthirdwheel."
Ziva: "What were you looking for, Tony?"
DiNozzo: "I'm sorry, that's classified."
Ziva: "You were trying to access my email."
DiNozzo: "How do you know that?"
Ziva: "Because McGee installed a security system on my desktop… Very high tech by the way."
McGee: "You got caught red handed."
DiNozzo: "I got what?"
(Ziva pulls up an image of DiNozzo sitting at her computer)
"There… Guilty as charged. So, what were you looking for, Tony?"
DiNozzo: "Well, ever since you got back from south beach, you've been flirting with the Miami heat."
Ziva: "He's just a friend. You are jealous."
DiNozzo: "No. But I am concerned about our national security."
Ziva: "He's got a very impressive clearance level."
DiNozzo: "Now you're trying to make me feel inadequate."
Gibbs: "No. That's my job, DiNozzo. A dead petty officer. Grab your gear."
Ziva: "I'm going to ride with Gibbs."
McGee: "Now who's the third wheel?"
DiNozzo: "Shotgun, McGee."
DiNozzo: "Think this tub needs a new filter."
Ducky: "Not exactly Davy Jones locker but he did meet a watery grave even if it was only 18" deep at the time."
McGee: "Thanks, Ducky." (Runs the fingerprint scan.) "Alright, our deceased is petty officer first class Edward Bick
Gibbs: "Fish him out."
McGee: "Boss, this really is a hazmat situation. You know, they did red tag this hot tub for mosquito larvae. Think we really should call."
Gibbs: "Get in the hot tub, Tim."
DiNozzo: "I bet you're not used to hearing that. Get in the hot tub, Tim."
McGee: "Actually, I used to study in a jacuzzi in college. I had one on the roof of my dorm."
DiNozzo: "And you would study in the jacuzzi. Of course you would."
McGee: (puts one leg over into the water) "Ah, Archimedes theory, Boss. My foot mass is gonna’ displace enough liquid to breach over the top of the boots."
Palmer: "It's more than a theory. It's a proven scientific fact, McGee."
Gibbs: "Swim. Tim."
DiNozzo: "Oooo, Ohhh. This reminds me of the I Love Lucy squishing grapes episode..."
Palmer: “I love that episode.”
Gibbs: “Inappropriate… for a crime scene.”
Gibbs: “Got a time of death?”
Ducky: “Uh, body’s been in the water too long to determine that.”
Gibbs: “You got a cause of death, Duck?”
Ducky: “Well, I won’t know for certain until I get him back on the table.”
Palmer: “Uh, we got a through and through here, doctor.”
Gibbs: “Ziva, you find that round?”
Ziva: “Found part of it. Shooter had to be standing somewhere over there.”
McGee: “Where there’s nothing in the tub.”
DiNozzo: “Yep, nothing here.”
Gibbs: “Policed his brass or used a revolver.”
Ducky: “Yeah. This could have been a violent drowning. But perhaps not here.”
Gibbs: Body was dumped?”
Palmer: “Well if he was already dead when he got here, then why shoot him?”
Ducky: “What have we here? (His abdomen and stomach has been slit open.) Somebody was looking for something in our dead sailor.”
Palmer: “Why would they zip his jacket back up?”
Ziva: “Dumped body… Easy to transport, less messy.”
Palmer: “Well, I don’t see anything, doctor.”
DiNozzo: “Maybe they found what they were looking for.”
Ziva: “Petty officer Edward Bick grew up in Concord, California.”
DiNozzo: “Currently stationed at Norfolk assigned to the USS Lockwood.”
McGee: “Bick recently served two tours in Afghanistan. He was in the medical supply ? for the last four years.”
DiNozzo: “Immaculate service record. No enemies. No disciplinary action.”
Ziva: “Yet he ends up in a strange hot tub filleted like a fish.”
DiNozzo: “Married to his high school sweetheart, Tara Bick. She was a cheerleader. He was her tight end.”
Gibbs: “Ok. Start with the wife. Tony, Ziva.”
DiNozzo: “I can’t she…” Ziva, “I would prefer to…”
Gibbs: “Yeah, yeah, yeah. I’d rather be fishing. Go.”
DiNozzo: “Interviewing the widow, Boss.”
McGee: “Uh, uh, I.. I’ll look into Bick’s last movements before he disappeared.”
(At Bick’s home)
Tara: “This wasn’t supposed to happen. Eddie was being so careful. We were about to start a family.”
DiNozzo: “Is there anything you can tell us about your husband, Mrs. Bick?”
Ziva: “Had anything out of the ordinary happened recently?”
Man in car: “Tara.”
Jason: “Jumped into the car as soon as I heard. I’m so sorry.”
Tara: “Jason, these are NCIS agents investigating Eddie’s death.”
Ziva: “How did you know petty officer Bick?”
Jason, “Eddie and I were stationed on the Lockwood together. We were tight. I knew something like this would happen.”
DiNozzo: “Knew how?”
Jason: “Ed had been acting all nervous… Really out of character for him.”
Tara: “Eddie was fearless. Tell them.”
Jason: “Tara, I can’t.”
Tara: “Tell them, Jason. Or I will...Eddie was selected for a special duty assignment.”
DiNozzo: “Special assignment… on the Lockwood?”
Jason: “No. Ed hadn’t stepped foot in the Lockwood in over two months.”
DiNozzo: “Duty roster shows he signed in every day.”
Jason: “Yeah? Well, don’t believe everything you read.”
DiNozzo: “What’s that supposed to mean?”
Jason: “It means whatever secret assignment Ed was on, probably got him killed.”
Ziva: “Oh? Do you know that for a fact?”
Tara: “My husband told me he thought he was being watched.”
DiNozzo: “Was he?”
Tara: “Three nights ago, I heard something outside. I found Eddie peaking out the living room window. He said somebody was watching the house.”
Ziva: “Did you see anyone?”
Tara: “No. But I heard a car drive off. Whatever he saw, whoever he was working with, that’s what got him killed.”
Gibbs: “Hey. You got anything, Duck?”
Ducky: “Ah, Jethro. As I predicted, our petty officer suffered a violent drowning. And not where the body was found. There were no algae in his lungs or in his nasal passages. But why someone should shoot a man after they drowned him remains a mystery.”
Ducky: “Well, it entered here, smashed the scapula and part of it exited in that railroad tie behind him. I found a piece of bullet lodged in his shirt. It may match the fragment that Ziva found.”
Gibbs: (noticed Palmer chopping at something) “What are ya’ doing Palmer? Making lunch?”
Palmer: “A lung sandwich? (laughs) “I am so sorry. Not a sandwich. Uh, Doctor Mallard noticed a slight irritation in the tissue of the lining indicating a possible allergic reaction, so...”
Gibbs: “To what?”
Ducky: “Too soon to tell. But take a look at this depressed fracture of his cranium. Note the indentation mark on his right temple. Remind you of something?”
Ducky: “Well, it’s definitely metal of some sort. We found minute filings and traces of rust in the wound. I sent everything up to Abby. Aye. Wait a minute. Mr. Palmer?”
Palmer: “Yes, doctor.”
Ducky: “Hemostats, the small one. There is something impacted between his molars.”
Palmer: “What is that? Looks like ah…”
Ducky: “Benjamin Franklin’s mouth and chin.”
Gibbs: “Part of a hundred dollar bill.”
Palmer: “Maybe that’s what they were looking for inside of his stomach?”
Ducky: “We found no traces of paper in his digestive track.”
Palmer: “Why would he swallow money?”
Abby: “Gibbs, Gibbs, Gibbs.”
Gibbs: “What are you doin?”
Abby: “I’m stuck. I can’t breathe. Got a charlie horse in my right leg.”
Abby: “Oww! “Oh. It’s like a thousand cute little mice that are pulling the flesh off my thigh with blow torches and little tiny…”
Gibbs: “Keep your weight off of it. Point your toes.”
Abby: “So, I bet you were wondering what I was doing down there huh?”
Gibbs: “Uh. No.”
Abby: “So last night, I was watching this documentary; which is what I do when I can’t sleep; which is like (Gibbs is rubbing her leg hard) every night… but last night it was about this circus performer who could compress his body into spaces that are actually smaller than his body mass which is actually impossible..”
Gibbs: (rolled Abby to a stop in front of her computer) “Abby.”
Abby: “Ok. So, the round fragmented into two when it exited the body and hit the railroad tie. So I was able to process each half separately and then combine them virtually and viola.”
Gibbs: (Still massaging her leg) “What about the gun?”
Abby: “Um. It’s a Webley,..English… a thirty-eight. It’s rare, they don’t even make them anymore.”
Gibbs: “Nice. What else?”
Abby: “Um, I tested the water in petty officer Bick’s lungs. There were high levels of marine fuel and a lubricant used mostly on large navy vessels and has oil dispersant's in it.”
Gibbs: “Salt water of fresh water?”
Abby: “It’s both. So, the water that Bick drowned in had to be in a place that had salt water and fresh water, at least condensation.”
Gibbs: “That’s the hull of a ship.”
Abby: “There’s only nine hundred ships docked at Norfolk harbor right now so that’ll narrow it down.”
Gibbs: “What about the head wound?”
Abby: “Metal shavings, rust, and a cleanser that’s used exclusively on marine craft. And the cleanser is not American made.”
Gibbs: (stopped rubbing) “You good?”
Abby: “Yeah. I’m running the impressions spec right now. So if I could match…”
Gibbs: (Puts the Caf Pow in front of her and kisses her head) “Make it happen Abs.”
…….or a flange to a specific ship. Thank you, Gibbs.”
DiNozzo: “For what?”
Ziva: “For being you.”
DiNozzo: “Sweetheart, if I had a dollar for every time I’d done that; I’d be loaded.”
Ziva: (slams drawer shut) “You could’ve just asked to see my email.”
DiNozzo: “You knew I was curious. You could’ve just told me.”
Gibbs: “Somebody tell ME something.”
DiNozzo: “Boss. This is what we got.”
(McGee puts up a screen)
DiNozzo: “McGee, explain why we have nothing.”
McGee: “We ran into a firewall, Boss. Petty officer Bick was working on a classified Navy project in conjunction with the CIA which NCIS hasn’t been read into.”
DiNozzo: “So. Until the SECNAV gives us access, we got…”
Abby: (runs into the squad room) “Gibbs, Gibbs, Gibbs, Gibbs. I found our bolt of lightning. Actually, it’s not a bolt. By mapping the impact points on Bick’s head, I matched them to a steam control valve. But not just any steam control valve. This one is an exact match to a specific piece of plumbing on a ship.”
Gibbs: “Made by who?”
Abby: “Barrish Industries. They’re out of Liverpool but they make transport vessels for the British Royal Navy.”
McGee (typing) “The only British Royal Navy ship currently berthed at Norfolk is the HMS Sparrow-Hawk.”
Ziva: “So that means the murder occurred on a British Naval vessel.”
DiNozzo: “Which means our crime scene is technically on British soil. Do we have the authority to investigate this, Boss?”
Vance: "Major Malloy, British Royal Marine… Special Agent Gibbs."
Malloy: "Pleasure to make your acquaintance."
Vance: "Major Malloy is the liaison between US and British Navy's while their ship's in our port."
Gibbs: "Hm. We need access to your ship."
Vance: "I've already requested permission for NCIS to board the Sparrow-Hawk."
Malloy: "And unfortunately, Sparrow-Hawk's orders are to set sail at 1100."
Gibbs: "Right. But we have reason to believe a US sailor died on board. Means your ship's a crime scene."
Malloy: "Yes, Unfortunately my orders…"
Gibbs: (overriding) "You ... The US Status Enforcement Agreement."
Malloy: "I'm well aware of that agreement."
Vance: "Then you are aware that NCIS has the authority to investigate a crime committed on a British ship in US waters."
Malloy: "With one exception. If the mission of the British vessel is deemed of a critical nature, then its departure cannot be disrupted. I'm terribly sorry, gentleman. I'm afraid her Majesty's vessel will be leaving in two hours."
Gibbs: (not happy) "Good luck getting’ out of port."
Malloy: "Excuse me. Am I missing something here?"
Gibbs: "Yeah. You're sailing off with my crime scene."
Malloy: (steps closer to Gibbs) "You yanks really are a bit like John Wayne, aren't you?"
Gibbs: "Gary Cooper."
Malloy: "Oh, Sergeant York. How silly of me. Yes. You know, I heard you were a former Marine, Gibbs."
Gibbs: "Always a Marine, Malloy."
Malloy: "Mmm. Well, did you know that your Marine Core was modeled after its British counterpart?"
Gibbs: "What's your point?"
Malloy: "I think you should remember that we are allies."
Gibbs: "And I think you should start acting like one. I've got a murderer on my hands. Maybe, he's on your ship."
Vance: "I'm calling SECNAV, before the two of you get into a saber duel in the parking lot. Get me the secretary of the Navy."
(Gibbs and Malloy are standing close measuring each other.)
Malloy: "Charming facility."
Malloy: "Hey, Agent Gibbs. Is this your team?" (Malloy points to the three people in the squad room.)
Gibbs: "Everybody, Peter Malloy. Major… British Royal Marines."
Ziva: "Probationary Agent Ziva David."
Malloy: (still holding her hand) "Now Israeli? Tel Aviv, do I detect a trace of Haifa coast?"
Ziva: "Very good. North London."
Malloy: "Ah, precisely."
Malloy to DiNozzo: "Pleasure's all mine, mate."
DiNozzo: (shakes his hand) "Anthony DiNozzo."
Malloy: "My brother's name is Anthony. Best man at my wedding…a previous marriage, of course."
Ziva: "Of course."
Malloy: (walks to McGee with outstretched hand) "And who might you be, sir?"
McGee: "I'm ah,.. Special Agent Timothy McGee."
Malloy: "Oh, an Irishman. Well, I promise I won't hold that against you."
(Returns to squad room)
Gibbs: "Ok. Are we done with our tea and crumpets?
Malloy: “Beat it."
Vance: "Not so fast. SECNAV has granted NCIS permission to board the Sparrow-Hawk."
Malloy: "Yes. Well, I shall need to get clearance from Fleet Commander London. You understand? It's a formality."
Gibbs: "Long as it doesn't take time."
Vance to Ziva: "Agent David, have you ever been to Zurich?"
Ziva: "Several times."
Vance: "Good. Today, you're Switzerland, between England and the U.S."
DiNozzo: (answers phone) "Boss, Abby needs to see you."
Abby: “Exhibit A. Actually, its evidence exhibit 2731. In this jar is the scrap of the hundred dollar bill that was pulled from petty officer Bick's la boca. La boca is Spanish for…"
Gibbs: "Mouth. Yeah, I know, Abs. Use yours faster, please."
Abby: "Well, allow me to show you the money. The money is coated in an ultraviolet fluorescent powder. It's invisible to the naked eye, and undetectable except for the black light, and it's transferable to anyone who touches it."
Gibbs: "So anyone who touches the cash...."
Abby: "Lights up like a Christmas tree. Now, I ran the black light over petty officer Bick's stomach. He swallowed at least one entire bill before someone cut it out of him. But watch this." (She puts a wire above the piece of bill and it makes noise.)
Abby: "Nope, better. The cash is admitting low watt radio waves…old school. I mean, we're talking crystal radio technology."
Gibbs: "You're kiddin’ me. I built a crystal radio when I was eleven."
Abby: "So, the powder is admitting a radio signal. If we knew the frequency, you could track this cash and anyone who touched it for miles."
Gibbs: "K…so we can track it."
Abby: "No. Cuz we don't have enough to determine the exact frequency. The sample's too small. We need more dinero...dinero is Spanish for.."
Gibbs: "Yeah. I know, Abs. So where do we find the dinero?"
Abby: "Well, since the CIA uses this tracking technology; the CIA's ATM."
Gibbs: "Miss Tennison. Special Agent Gibbs, NCIS. You ah, you head of the CIA office here in Norfolk?"
Tennison: "Uh. Walk with me."
Gibbs: (shows picture) “You know this sailor?"
Gibbs: "His name is petty officer Edward Bick. We think he was working with the CIA here in Norfolk."
Tennison: "CIA doesn't operate domestically."
Gibbs: "Really? What's all this then?"
Tennison: "Staging for an operation off shore."
Gibbs: "Did, ah, Bick work with you or not?"
Tennsion: "Hold on."
Gibbs: "Hey. This man was murdered… in Norfolk… here. Ya’ know something about it, now would be a pretty damn good time to tell me."
Tennison: "Like I said. The Central Intelligence Agency is restricted from conducting operations within the borders of this country. So, if he was killed here. We have no knowledge of it."
Gibbs: "We found this inside him…piece of a tagged one hundred dollar bill. Figure it belongs to you. I think somebody
Tennison: "There was a CIA mission to deliver cash to warlords and tribal leaders in Helen Provence Afghanistan. Sometimes, we pay the enemies of our enemies. Helen is under British control. May I go now?"
Gibbs: "How much money?"
Tennison: "We scrubbed the mission last week. The money never made it onto the ship. Petty officer Bick couldn't have been killed for the cash. I'm afraid I can't help you."
Gibbs: (phone rings) "Yeah, it's Gibbs. Well, don't let him leave."
DiNozzo: "I'm just watching the pheromones ooze from your body."
Ziva: "I do not see anything."
DiNozzo: "That's because there invisible. It's just a musky scent given off to attract the opposite sex."
Ziva: "Now you are being ridiculous."
DiNozzo: "Oh, no. It's true. Think about it. First, you had your little Miami vice. Now, Prince Albert in a can. Oh, they can't help it. You're just an Israeli walking love machine."
Ziva: "He is charming."
DiNozzo: "What is it with chicks and Brits? Jagger, Bonno, Beatles, Bond..."
Ziva: "I'm not into bondage. I can assure you… Hello."
Malloy: "How are you? Well, bad news I'm afraid. British fleet command just requested that we leave immediately. Tell your Agent Gibbs I am sorry."
Ziva: "Well, it takes a big ship several minutes to get under way. Couldn't we just do a quickie?"
(Lockwood…On board the ship)
DiNozzo: "It's like looking for a needle in hay stack."
Ziva: "Why would anyone leave a needle in a stack of hay anyway?"
DiNozzo: (whispers frustrated) "Oh, Lord."
Ziva: "Ok. So, according to the ship plans Abby sent, the valve in question should be somewhere through here. Tony…look over there."
DiNozzo: "I see it… perfect match."
Ziva: "Well, that's enough water to drown a man."
Malloy: "There you are. You'll have to leave."
Ziva: "What about our quickie?"
Malloy: "Weather alert. Head winds off the Atlantic coast require us to depart immediately."
DiNozzo: "Well, we just found our crime scene."
Malloy: "Well that's a pity. My men will have to deal with it from our end. I have my orders."
Ziva: "What if we wanted to stay on board?"
Malloy: "12 miles out to sea and you'll be in international waters. Your jurisdiction ends there. Follow me."
DiNozzo: "I'm calling Gibbs." (An alarm sounds.)
Malloy (to passing sailor): "Excuse me. What's happening?"
(The sailor explains something is wrong with the turbines.)
Gibbs: "Hey, trouble? It's a big ship. A lot could go wrong."
(DiNozzo: (shows Gibbs the camera) "Boss."
Gibbs: "Get back down there. Keep processing."
DiNozzo: "Lucky break, huh? We've got some time."
Gibbs: "DiNozzo. No such thing as luck."
Gibbs: "Are you accusing me of something, Malloy?"
Malloy: "Yes, sabotage."
Gibbs: "That's a serious accusation."
Malloy: "It's a serious crime, mate."
Gibbs: "Prove it."
Ziva: "What did Gibbs say we were looking for?"
DiNozzo: "Pixie dust."
Ziva: "We're looking for drugs now?"
DiNozzo: "Not exactly Tinkerbell. Would you please find out how to turn off that light cuz I need it as dark as possible in here. Thanks."
(Ziva turns of her flashlight)
DiNozzo: "Yeah. That's much better, thanks. Uh..oh."
Ziva: "They are preparing to leave port."
DiNozzo: "Yeah. You see how the tracking powder shows up in the black light? Whattaya’ know?... Money talks."
Tennison: "Agent Gibbs."
Gibbs: "Is there some place we can talk?"
Tennison: "I thought we already talked."
Gibbs: "Talk again? (Shows her a picture of the tacking powder on the ship.) "You lied to me. Money was on the ship."
Tennison: "No… there wasn't. We scrubbed the last mission. But we've used that ship before to transport painted cash so we can track it back to targets we might want to eliminate... just not this time."
Gibbs: "According to the ships logs on the Sparrow-Hawk, that ship hasn't been to the mid east one time. Not one time."
Tennison: "We are the CIA Agent Gibbs. We don't leave paper trails."
Gibbs: "He swallowed the money just before he died to prove that it was there."
Tennison: “Listen, I worked with petty officer Bick, ok. He was a good guy. I liked him alot."
Gibbs: "Got a funny way of showing it, ma'am."
Tennison: "There were only three people who knew the money was on board that ship. Bick, who was in charge of guarding it…myself, who just lost three million dollars in CIA money, and the limey bastard in charge of co-ordinating the helicopter money drops to Helen Province."
Tennison: "Yeah. You do the math."
Gibbs: (phone rings) "What McGee?"
McGee: "Boss, hey. I got surveillance footage in at the east gate of the Norfolk ship yard."
McGee: "It shows Major Malloy's car leaving the gate minutes after Bick was murdered."
Gibbs: "Phone records."
McGee: …"Let me access his British carrier. Call was made from Malloy's cell less than a 1/4 mile from where the body was dumped the night of the murder, Boss."
Gibbs: "Get Dinozzo and Ziva and go pick him up."
McGee: "Well, isn't he on the ship?"
Gibbs: "You send a hello from Norfolk. That ship is still in American waters."
McGee: "You got it."
Malloy: (holding a tea bag over his cup) "You know it's hardly surprising all of your tea tastes like paper now is it?"
Malloy: "Petty officer Bick was assigned guard duty to watch over three million dollars in marked CIA cash."
Malloy: "Well, I'm a liaison officer. I just coordinate between the Royal Navy, US, and NATO forces."
Gibbs: "Where's the money?"
Malloy: "I have no idea."
Gibbs: "You own a Webley revolver?"
Malloy: "I do. Yes,… flat in London that's in foreclosure?"
Malloy: "I had a few poor investments in Greece."
Gibbs: "Hmm. It's an interesting motive, stealing cash from the CIA slush fund that they wouldn't want reported missing."
Malloy: "Well, that's interesting conjecture."
Gibbs: "Call from the night of the murder came from your cell phone four blocks from where the body was dumped."
Malloy: "Right. Well, there's only two tiny flaws in your theory here. I didn't kill anyone and I didn't steal the currency, I mean, where IS the cash, Gibbs? Where is it? Where's any evidence for that matter? Where's DNA? Where's the murder weapon? Where's an eyewitness? You know, I should like to call the British Consulate now, please. Alright, you have to press charges or I'm walking. You have absolutely no right to keep me here."
Gibbs: "Abby. Talk to me…now."
Abby: "Somebody took a bite out of the crabby apple tree today."
Abby: "Ok… bad news. Still can't ID the trace elements that caused the allergic reaction in the petty officer Bick's lung tissue."
Gibbs: "You call me down here to tell me what you don't have?"
Abby: "Oh, blasphemy. I would never do that. I got a clean print on Major Malloy. Never throw your tea away at NCIS."
Gibbs: "Yeah… and?"
Abby: "And, I ran it through NATO, INTERPOL, and the British Royal Navy data bases. Nothing, Gibbs. He's not in any of them. How great is that? The guy’s a bogus British sailor…a foe seaman, an impostor."
Gibbs: "Who is he?"
Abby: "He's MI6, British Secret Service. He's on a special attache attached to the Sparrow-Hawk whenever it's docked in an American port."
Gibbs: "Where's Malloy?"
DiNozzo: "Walked out awhile ago with a rep from British Consulate."
Gibbs: "McGee, track his cell phone."
McGee: "On it. Well, I can't. He's turned it off."
Gibbs: "Well then track something from the past few weeks."
McGee: "His cell footprints. He's made multiple calls from a single location here in DC. I thought he was on a ship in Norfolk."
Gibbs: "Give me a location."
McGee: "It's a hotel, The Drake, Constitution 14 SW."
Gibbs: "Ok. Ziva, DiNozzo you're with me."
McGee: "He's in room 238, Boss."
(The Drake Hotel)
Gibbs: "We're clear."
DiNozzo: "Clear. I'll put a BOLO out."
Ziva: (pulls out black light) "Tracking powder. The money was here."
DiNozzo: "Malloy and the money, both gone."
DiNozzo: "BOLO's R Us, Boss. We got the entire eastern seaboard covered."
Ziva: "Metro PD is on the bus, train, and subway stations."
McGee: "We've alerted airport police, the state troopers of Maryland and Virginia."
DiNozzo: "Customs and ICE staying frosty."
Ziva: "Secret service uniform division is monitoring the British Embassy and Consulate."
McGee: "And the coastguard's got the shipyards wired."
Gibbs: "Good work."
DiNozzo: "Complimented us. That's never a good sign."
Vance: "Congratulations Agent Gibbs, you've somehow managed to tick off both your own government and one of our closest allies."
Gibbs: "Call the CIA. Have them track their money."
Vance: "Tennison's already complained about you. The tracking powder wasn't meant to help us. CIA doesn't want this case solved. They want it to go away."
Ziva: "Why? Paying criminals in the Middle East is not a state secret."
Vance: "This time it's different. These payments were earmarked for groups in Afghanistan. Groups we're not supposed to be in business with."
Gibbs: "Well, let's get out of business with them and solve this case."
Vance: "CIA brought down the Taliban in 8 weeks back in '02. I think they've earned a little leeway."
Gibbs: (picks up phone) "Ziva, contact the British Consulate."
Vance: (hostile) "You've done enough. Cool off, Gibbs. We'll catch this killer. I don't want this to turn into some international incident."
(Gibbs gets his gun out of his drawer and walks out.)
Gibbs: (to Ziva) "Find him."
Gibbs: ( looks toward the couch.)
Malloy: (hold up a bottle) "Cheers, Gibbs. You know it does read beer on the label here but unfortunately it tastes rather more like horse excrement."
Gibbs: (gets a beer from the fridge) "MI6 knows my address. I'm flattered."
Malloy: "Yes. I do apologize if I misled you."
Gibbs: "What are you doing here?... really."
Malloy: "I need your help."
Gibbs: “I'm not a lawyer."
Malloy: "No. Well, it's not your law that I'm in trouble with. It's much worse than that. Do you have pretzels?"
Gibbs: (Takes his gun out and lays it beside his watch) "You have ten seconds until I accidentally shoot you for trespassing."
Malloy: "I've been set up. You know, I thought MI6 were good, but your CIA… they’re very impressive. That three million in marked CIA money, it was on the ship." (pulls out a wad of cash) "Ten thousand dollars. It's for the beer. You can keep the change."
(Gibbs pulls out a large nut that went to the ships bolt) "That's for the ship."
Malloy: "Should be enough currency there for you to track the CIA frequency. It'll lead you to the rest. And to the person who is responsible."
Gibbs: "What's in it for me?"
Malloy: "You get your killer."
Gibbs: "Hmm. What's in it for you?"
Malloy: "I don't get killed."
DiNozzo: "Hey, Boss. Good news. A guy fitting Malloy's description just paid cash for a ticket to Glasgow."
Malloy: "It wasn't me."
Ziva: "Gibbs, how did you find him?"
Gibbs: "I didn't. He found me, Ziva."
(Puts Malloy next to her desk) "You watch him. You watch him like Seria. Not Switzerland."
(Gibbs phone rings.) Yeah, Abby,..hi. Yeah, comin’."
DiNozzo: "So you're a British person?"
Malloy: "Yes. I am."
DiNozzo: "You like Peter Sellers?"
Malloy: "Yes. I do."
DiNozzo: "What's his best movie?"
Malloy: "Strange Love."
DiNozzo: "It's good but not his best. That would be Being There."
Malloy: "Nice. Well, do you like “What's New Pussycat?"
DiNozzo: "Sellers is terrific in that. You like Dudley Moore?"
Malloy: "Yes, I do like Dudley Moore. But I prefer his earlier work with Peter Cook."
DiNozzo: "Peter Cook… Peter Cook… Nobody knows about Peter Cook anymore. “Beyond The Fringe."
Malloy: "It was just extraordinary."
Abby: "Gibbs. Meet my new main squeeze. This is Ken the SEM, my new scanning electron microscope. This baby can magnify up to five hundred thousand times."
Gibbs: "Mmhmm…See anything good?"
Abby: "It's only the biggest forensic science breakthrough since DNA. And this isn't just any pollen. It's a specific strain of quartilina fruticosa. See, every plant has its own fingerprint, as specific and unique as DNA. This pollen came from petty officer Bick's lung tissue."
Gibbs: "This helps us how?"
Abby: "Pollen is embedded in everything. And it stays embedded for months. It's nearly impossible to wash off. It sticks using these microscopic little hooky things."
Abby: "Meaning. I can track where someone’s been and who they've been in close contact with simply by looking at the pollen spores that are in their clothes and ..."
Gibb (overriding): "What's the point, Abs?"
Abby: "The pollen that was in petty officer Bick's lungs, is found only in one place on Earth."
Gibbs: "Diego Garcia?"
Abby: "An isolated military base in the middle of the Indian ocean. Guess where petty officer Bick has never been in his entire life?"
Gibbs: "Diego Garcia."
Abby: "Exactly. Which means that whoever was in close contact with Bick; and when I say close, I mean like close enough to say drown him and cut him open transferring the pollen spores. That's your killer."
(Gibbs hugs her)
McGee: "Ok. Here's the map of the Diego Garcia Air Force Base."
Gibbs: "What's that right there?"
McGee: "It's a level three security facility. It's not on the basic map directory."
Gibbs: "Well, then make it unbasic, McGee."
(McGee presses more keys and it pops up onscreen that it's a CIA station.)
Gibbs: "Who is the most recent station chief there?"
McGee: "Uh, Boss, that would require me hacking into.."
Vance: "Do it Agent McGee." (Tennison pops up.) "Well, I'll be damn."
Gibbs: "Time to go above her head, Leon."
Vance: "Happy to."
McGee: "CIA is preparing to activate their cash tracking software. This will show us exactly where the marked money can be found at this very moment."
Vance: "She's hiding it, all over town."
Gibbs: "Nah. It's not hidden… spent. McGee."
McGee: "You're right, Boss. Looks like the moneys’ been spent at vendors all over the city."
Vance: "How'd she do it?"
Gibbs: "She didn't. Royal Navy did. Get the manifest for the Sparrow-Hawk."
McGee: "Over a million in cash was on the Sparrow-Hawk Payroll while they were at sea. They used US dollars since they're accepted at every port. Sailors get paid, come into town on leave."
Vance: "So somebody switched out the CIAs marked money with the Brits clean currency."
Vance: "Malloy had access. How do we know he wasn't involved in it?"
Gibbs: "We don't. Petty officer Bick must've figured it out."
Vance: "So she killed him. She's still got additional currency to switch out, too. So what's next?"
Gibbs: "McGee, where's Tennison?"
McGee: "Tennison…she just arranged for a Navy HELO to transport her to the USS Tripoli."
McGee: "Initiating cell search. Right… multiple recent cell calls to a Lt. Malcolm Dufrain on board. Works in the Tripoli Disbursement office."
Vance: "Dufrain must be her new contact to switch out the rest of the money. What's her ETA?"
McGee: "Bringing up Tennison's flight request. Right here is the time of departure. Here's arrival on the ship."
Gibbs: "McGee. You can beat her."
(A helicopter is landing on a ship.)
Tennison: Sorry, I'm late." (supposedly to Lt. Dufrain)
Malloy: “Yes. Now I assume you will be wanting to exchange those for smaller bills."
Tennison: "What are you doing here?"
Malloy: "Give me the money, Tennison."
Tennsion: (pulls out a revolver) "Not so fast."
Malloy: "An English pistol. You killed that Yank sailor didn't you?"
Tennison: "I killed him because he saw what I was doing and he tried to stop me. Don't make the same mistake he did."
Malloy: "I think you just made the mistake."
Gibbs: "You're under arrest for the murder of petty officer Edward Bick."
Ziva: (takes her gun) "A Webley. Bet it matches our slug."
Tennison: "The money was going to drug smugglers and opium growers. You think it actually matters whose side we're on? It all ends up the same in the end anyway. Hell, I was probably saving lives by keeping the money."
Gibbs: "You didn't save Bicks."
(Ziva is checking her email.)
DiNozzo: "Emailing senor southbeach?"
DiNozzo: "Well. I like that there's someone out there that makes you smile."
Ziva laughs: "Yes, there is."
DiNozzo: "Yeah. Maybe I can meet him some day."
Ziva: "Maybe. One day."
DiNozzo: "Got a big date tonight?"
Ziva: "Uh. No. I'm going home. Tony, I have a question."
Ziva: "If and when you meet my friend, and I emphasize - if. What will you say?"
DiNozzo: "Be careful. Um… Handle with care. Contents priceless."
Ziva: "Good night, Tony."
DiNozzo: "Good night, Ziva. Ah, I got to get my keys."
(He waits until she gets in the elevator and then tries her email. (Alarms sound.)
|Episode 8.5: Dead Air|
| Ziva: (noticing that the barbecue is a bomb) Tony!!!! |
Tony: This is nice, I missed the old Ziva.
Ziva: I can tell.
Tony: Don't flatter yourself, that's just my knee.
| Ziva: (picks up the baseball gloves and baseball) Hey Gibbs, have a catch?|
McGee: Whoa, look at this. You do know a little something about baseball, huh?
Ziva:Yeah, my father taught me.
|Episode 8.6: Cracked|
McGee, “Who’s the lucky little vixen, Tony?”
DiNozzo: “Adult relationship stuff, McTwain. You wouldn’t understand.”
Ziva: “Adult relationship. You?”
McGee: “He must be dating one of those late night chat girls again.”
DiNozzo: “She was a student putting herself through medical school.”
Ziva: “Hm… I have now lost my appetite.”
DiNozzo: “Ethel’s different. She’s special.”
McGee: “Special Ethel.”
Ziva: “Good, Tony. You’re finally dating within your age range.”
DiNozzo: “Happens to be a family name. And I happen to like it. It’s strong, distinguished, it says…”
McGee: “I’ve fallen and I can’t get up.”
DiNozzo: “Laugh all you want. I think Ethel and I really have something.”
McGee: “Well, there are antibiotics for that, Tony.”
DiNozzo: “She’s even started… I can share this. She’s even started talking about role playing.”
Ziva: “You’re taking a drama class?”
McGee: “That’s not the kind of role playing he’s talking about. Just, don’t you show up tomorrow wearing a diaper and carrying a whip, ok?”
Ziva: “Oh, that kind of role playing. So what is she into?”
DiNozzo: “She’s keeping it a secret until Halloween. Says its going to bring our relationship to a whole new level.”
Ziva: “Well, what if she wants you to dress up like a ballerina?”
DiNozzo: “Well, trust me. This woman could get Gibbs into a tutu and a leotard if she wanted to.”
Gibbs: (comes in) “Not likely, in this lifetime, DiNozzo.”
DiNozzo: “No, Boss. I’m sure you would never wear a leotard. But if you did, you could pull it off.”
Gibbs: “I’m gonna’ grab my gear.”
Gibbs: “Good idea. Got a dead Navy Lieutenant, let’s go.”
DiNozzo: “Heck of a way to catch a bus.”
McGee: “So, ah, Boss. Police think it was an accident. Bus driver claims that the victim tried to run the light and missed.”
Gibbs: “Got an ID?”
McGee: “Yeah. Navy Lt. Clea Thorson, 29 yrs old, chemical engineer. Two tours overseas before joining the reserves in 2006.”
Ziva: “I have a witness who says the victim was acting paranoid prior to the collision.”
McGee: “Police have another says she was mumbling to herself about trying to get away from someone.”
DiNozzo: “Mental problems?”
Ziva: “Maybe she really was running away from someone.”
Ducky: (arrives at scene) “Good morning all. To whom do we have the privilege?”
Gibbs: “Navy Lt. Clea Thorson.”
Ducky: “Pedestrian versus bus. How unfortunate.”
Palmer: “Walk on the green not in between. I am so sorry. I used to say that to myself when I was a kid whenever I wandered into the …never mind.”
Ducky: “Severe trauma to the head consistent with a collision. The impact through the victim 12 to 15 feet, making the speed of the bus of the point of collision…”
Palmer: “uh, uh.”
Ducky: “15 to 20 miles an hour. Are those scratches on her hands, Mr. Palmer?”
Palmer: “Naturally, she would have extended her arms to protect herself. Oh. This is weird.” (He pushes sleeve up to show equations written on her skin.)
Gibbs: “Palmer. Check the other arm.” (Palmer and Ducky discover more.)
McGee: “Some kind of chemical symbols?”
Palmer: “Looks like my cheat sheet from an 8th grade math final.”
Ducky: “Whatever this is, Mr. Palmer. I’m certain you did not learn it in 8th grade.”
DiNozzo: “Seems Lt. Thorson was something of an over achiever.”
DiNozzo: “Graduated first in her class at MIT.”
Ziva: “While she was in the service, she led a civil engineering project to rebuild water systems in Iraq. She was 21.”
DiNozzo: “Recruited from every bio tech firm in the country. She chose Martin Stillwell’s Gen-1 Biotech in DC.”
Ziva: “She was working on a research project there until two weeks ago.”
DiNozzo: “Fired. Not sure why.”
Ziva: “A spotless military record.”
Ziva: “Never married. No children. No boyfriend to speak of. Only relative is her mother in Boston.”
DiNozzo: “She’s in the air as we speak.”
McGee: “Well, Boss. No current home address in the database. Most recent is from about 6 months ago. No cell phone or credit card trails either. But I did find a bank account registered to her in Maryland. She made several recent deposits, all over twenty thousand dollars and all within the last two weeks.”
Gibbs: “After Stillwell fired her.”
DiNozzo: “Could have been working for someone on the sly.”
Gibbs: “Find out who was paying her.”
Abby: (Taking pictures of symbols on Clea) “I really appreciate you guys letting me do this. I mean, don’t get me wrong. Tony’s pictures are great. I just need specifics.”
Palmer: “That is oddly Diane Arbus to me.”
Abby: “Wow, I love her. Take that as a compliment. How great is Child with toy grenade in Central Park?”
Palmer: “I worship Triplets in their bedroom.”
Ducky: (looking at them as if they are speaking a foreign language) “I worship getting my work done. Abby : “shwi.”
Abby : “Holy mother of Einstein.” (She almost knocks Ducky down again) “There’s a pattern here.”
Gibbs: “I would love to know what it is.”
Ducky: “Oh, Jethro. Thank goodness.”
Abby: “I’ve never seen anything like this before, Gibbs. I’m not exactly sure what it is.”
Gibbs: “Did she write it? Or did someone else do it?”
Abby: “I don’t know that yet either. It’s just it’s an indecipherable puzzle. That’s what makes it so cool. My point is it’s going to take me awhile process all this. Right. Off I go. Bye.”
Gibbs: “Bye, Abs.”
Ducky: “I’m afraid we’re not finished yet, Jethro. But what I’ve discovered so far really bothers me. Broken capillaries in both eyes, her skin is extremely dehydrated. Both of these are unrelated to the blunt force trauma she incurred at the accident. This was a very sick woman, Jethro. Mr. Palmer, would you…”
Palmer: “Her spleen expanded to nearly twice its size. Liver and pancreas were also enlarged.”
Ducky: “She had almost complete organ failure.”
Gibbs: “From what?”
Ducky: “Some kind of poison. I’ve no idea what kind. Abby will start tests. But whatever it was it’s been in her system for some time.”
Gibbs: “She was dying.”
Ducky: “I have no idea how the poison got into her system.”
Gibbs: “It didn’t get there by itself.”
Ducky: “Whoever did this to her, knew just what to do not to get caught.”
Gibbs: “Come on DiNozzo, give me something.”
DiNozzo: “Uh. No luck on the money trail, Boss.”
McGee: “Found several IMs in Thorson’s email cash. One’s a video. It’s a man telling her she’s an ungrateful ***** and if she leaves him, he will make her life hell.
DiNozzo: “Wow. Mel Gibson much?”
Ziva: “Huh. There was no evidence Lt Thorson had a boyfriend.”
McGee: “Yep. Running the IP address. Ok, ah, this is not her boyfriend. It’s her boss.”
Stillwell: “You know, you are out of your mind if you think I had something to do with Clea’s death.”
DiNozzo: “No. Actually, you are. We’ve got the video message to prove it… easy tiger. A guy could go a little nuts after getting dumped, huh?”
Stillwell: “Clea and I had a professional relationship. That’s it. I gave her, her break in this business. I nurtured her.”
DiNozzo: “So you don’t deny you were close?”
Stillwell: “About the work? Yes. You see, Clea was the most brilliant engineer I’d ever known and worked with. But of course, what comes along with all that brilliance are certain… challenges.”
Ziva: “What kind of challenges?”
Stillwell: “Clea never wanted to be a team player. She had to do everything alone and in her own way and that’s not how I run things here. She’d also become impossible to deal with. Especially during our research project, at Norfolk.”
Ziva: “Can you explain this research project?”
Stillwell: “My Company was hired by the Navy to help them become fuel independent. To go “green”… if you will.”
DiNozzo: “Well, no more dependence on foreign oil. I like the sound of that.”
Stillwell: “Well, essentially the goal was to make sure every Naval Base was completely off the grid by 2020.”
Ziva: “Well, that sounds like a large undertaking.”
A lady walks up: “Ah, it’s massive, actually.”
DiNozzo: “Hi. And you are…”
Lady: “April Farris. I’m an engineer here at Gen-1.”
DiNozzo: “Engineer. So, you worked with Clea Thorson?”
April: “I did. For five years. She was a friend. It’s awful what happened.”
DiNozzo: “It is. Can you tell us about her last days here before she was fired?”
April: “I’m sorry. I can’t right now. I’ve got a meeting that I need to get to.”
Stillwell: “And of course. Any other questions can be answered by my attorney.”
Ziva: “We’re not done yet.”
Stillwell: “I believe we are.”
Clea’s mother: (holding picture of Clea) “Who did this? Who killed my daughter?” Gibbs: “Was she in any trouble?”
Mother: “Everything was fine. Clea was just fine, until she lost her job.”
Gibbs: “Any idea why?”
Mother: “No, but she kept sending money. Telling me to keep it in case anything happens, that she was scared. At first, I thought it was the meds…. different.”
Mother: “Started when she was about 4. Mood swings… manic behavior…insomnia. She struggled until her early teens. Then, we found the right doctor, the right medications and everything was under control. Until recently.”
Gibbs: “That had to be hard.”
Mother: “Something had my daughter shaken up, Agent Gibbs. And I don’t think it was her illness. Do you have children?”
Gibbs: (swallows hard) “Did.”
Mother: “Please tell me the pain goes away.”
Abby: “I’ve been going over the photos I took in autopsy. See how the writing on the left arm is similar to that of the right, but its angled funny?”
Gibbs: “It’s two different people.”
Abby: “No, not people. Hands…her own hands.”
Abby: “If the killer did this, then the hand writing would be exactly the same on both arms.”
Gibbs: “She wrote it all herself.”
Abby: “How’s that for dedication? I’m officially a fan. There’s more. It’s a formula, or it’s pieces of a longer elaborate chemical formula. I just don’t know what it is yet. I mean, I’m stumped. You wanna’ know why? Because it’s a code inside a code and it was written so that only she could understand it. This is pure brilliance with a capital B or with a capital PB. It’s just one part of a bigger equation. She did this for a reason. She wanted to protect it. Look. See these little numbers written in the crease of her elbow?”
Abby: “Yeah. Ding…ding…ding. 1649 Delaney Street, Southeast.”
Ziva: “Someone was security conscious.”
DiNozzo: “Or paranoid.” (They throw open a curtain and walk into a room. The room has papers with writing hanging all over. Eraser boards standing full with notations and equations.)
Ziva: “Maybe paranoid for a reason. Huh?”
DiNozzo: “We should get Abby out here.”
Ziva: “You should see this, Tony.” (An eraser board is lying down and has been filled with the sentence ‘They’re going to kill me’ written over and over in blue.)
DiNozzo: “Left us a message.”
(Abby is walking around slowly, and looking at all of the writing very intently.)
Ziva: “I am a little concerned, I have never seen Abby so…”
McGee: “She’s fine. She’s just thinking.”
Ziva: “I admit. It’s a lot to absorb. It could take us weeks to process.”
McGee: “I’ve already counted three security cameras inside. Should be able to get whoever was in here on playback.”
DiNozzo: “If somebody was in here.”
McGee: “I sense skepticism, Tony.”
DiNozzo: “Well you sensed right, Dr. Phil.”
McGee: (to Abby) “Think it’s the same formula?”
Abby: “McGee. Hi. Yes. I mean no, no, it’s not the same. Part of it is. This is actually an extension of what’s on her body. This is the second piece of the formula. Just, I’ve never seen someone so focused before.”
McGee: “Well, I have. In a good way, I mean, talking about you, Abs.”
Abby: “Go. Shoo. I have to check the hard drive.”
McGee: “Ok. Ziva, anything here?”
Ziva: “Well, Lt. Thorson was definitely having problems with Stillwell. Look. She writes that he was watching her every move.”
McGee: “What about the Norfolk project?”
Ziva: “Nothing. Maybe Stillwell had her too scared to write about it.”
DiNozzo: “Maybe Alice took a few too many pills in wonderland?” (He shakes several medicine bottles in his hands.)
Abby: “Hey, bite your tongue. Respect, please.”
DiNozzo: “Sorry, Abs. I just think we need to consider the possibility that Lt. Thorson’s paranoia was imagined.”
Abby: “Her hard drives’ been erased.”
DiNozzo: “Is that a euphemism?”
Abby: “They used a remote devise to erase the hard drive. I don’t think that is imagined.”
McGee: “Someone was stealing her work.”
DiNozzo: “Well, Boss. Say hello to the green hornet, the first F18 jet fueled by 50% bio fuel. Tested off the charts last spring.”
Gibbs: “Stillwell’s company involved?”
DiNozzo: “Yeah, his and about twenty others. The Navy is investing millions. Check it out. Thermonuclear power, wind energy, geothermal power, hybrid ships, you name it. Companies in a race to patent new technology.”
Gibbs: "Yeah and whoever gets the patents first makes a fortune.”
DiNozzo: “Oh yeah. Daddy Warbucks kind of fortune.”
Gibbs: “Thorson’s project could have been worth enough to get her killed. Hmm… money trail.”
McGee: “All deposits were strictly cash. Whoever was paying her did not want to be found.”
Gibbs: “Prints in the loft.”
McGee: “Just hers. Nothing off the security cameras either. Only person I’ve seen so far is her. Time codes begin the day she was fired and end the day she died.”
Gibbs: “She locked herself away for two weeks.”
Ziva: “She was dedicated to her cause.”
DiNozzo: (McGee snatches the screen clicker) “Hey.”
Gibbs: (studying her) “Obsessive.”
Ziva: “Now, Gibbs I’ve found references to a Mr. K. in her journals, as well as entries of meetings in a calendar.”
Gibbs: “Any dates?”
Ziva: “Yeah, several in the past two weeks.”
Gibbs: “Find him. Check employees in Stillwell’s company, Navy colleagues, anyone linked to this Norfolk project.”
Abby: (looking at Clea) “I can see a kindred spirit in you. I mean, not that I can see your spirit cuz that would be weird. I guess not too weird, because you’re in here and you’re you know… (clears throat and wrings hands)… um, anyway. What I’m trying to say is, we communicate in the same way. I could tell the first time I saw all this. Everyone else saw chaos and I saw patterns right away. There was order to the chaos.” (She reaches down and gently smooths Clea’s bangs.) “So, I want you to know that whatever it is that you’re trying to tell me, I promise you. I promise I’ll understand.”
Ducky: “Careful. Sometimes they talk back.”
Abby: “Ducky. Hi. I just… I wanted to get one last look at the… the writings.”
Ducky: “It’s a rather fascinating case with a rather fascinating young woman. We could study her brain for years and never know just what made her tick. I suppose that could be said for any one of us. You all right? You look a little peeked.”
Abby: “Yeah. I’m fine.”
Ducky: “Go home, Abby. Get some rest. I can assure you of one thing. Lt. Thorson will still be here in the morning.”
Abby: “McGee. You’re here. I’ve had some breakthroughs. Or, maybe it’s more like some little bursts of inspiration because if I had a breakthrough I would have all the answers but I don’t. Not yet, but I’m close. I know I am cuz I can feel it, I have a tingling feeling going up and down my spine…”
McGee: “How many Caf Pows you had today?”
Abby: “Um, eleven... teen”
McGee: “Did you even go home last night?”
Abby: “I’ve been inputting the raw data from the writings trying to crack the code to the formula and then BAM it hit me
McGee: “Then you think we should find him.”
Abby: “Lt Thorson, she had a whole life out there somewhere. She was on a journey and it’s my duty to follow it. That’s how we’re gonna find out who killed her. I can’t do it alone, McGee. I need you to come with me.”
Ziva: “Three o’clock in the afternoon, she has a sandwich and a soda. Exactly twenty minutes later, she goes back to her desk. Six o’clock in the evening, she takes a shower. Same… every day, like clockwork.”
(DiNozzo sighs. )
Ziva: “I know that sound.”
DiNozzo: “What sound? I didn’t make a sound.”
Ziva: “It is the sound of things not boding well for poor Ethel.”
DiNozzo: “I don’t want to talk about it.”
Ziva: “What’s wrong? Are you having second thoughts about the role you’re going to play?”
DiNozzo: “She wants me to dress up like…no… I can’t. It’s sacrilege. I’m gonna’ have to end it.”
Ziva: “Oh, come on Tony. It’s only been two days. It’s too short, even for you.”
DiNozzo: “Trust me, Ziva. Theres some things a man should never do.”
Ziva: “We’re not talking about a man here, we are talking about you. Did you let her know?”
DiNozzo: “I need some time to process.”
Ziva: “If you are going to end it, do it now. It is not fair to just…what is this?”
DiNozzo: “Miss Farris… she called. I told her to come in.”
DiNozzo: “Hi. Does Stillwell know you’re here?”
DiNozzo: “Keeps everyone around him on a pretty tight leash, huh?”
Farris: “In some ways, yes.”
Ziva: “What about Lt. Thorson?”
Farris: “Their relationship was very complicated. That’s all I’ll say.”
DiNozzo: “What about your relationship with her?”
Farris: “We were the only female engineers at Gen-1. She was a lot braver than I was.”
Ziva: “How so?”
Farris: “She wasn’t afraid to stand up to Martin or anyone else. I only wish I’d known her better. And how her mind worked, I… Ah, these are some of the things from her locker. Maybe you’ll be able to find some of the answers I never could.”
DiNozzo: “Alright. We’ll be in touch.”
Gibbs: (walks in as Farris is leaving) “Who was that?”
DiNozzo: “Lt Thorson’s colleague.”
Gibbs: “You get anything?”
Ziva: “Yes. I think we did, a final meeting with Mr. K. This one’s scheduled for later this afternoon.”
Gibbs: “You go a location?”
Ziva: “Wiley’s Café across town.”
(Outside Wiley’s Café)
Abby: “35 should take us to Sixteenth Street. From there we can take the Redline to Dupont Circle.”
McGee: “Ok, Abby, we have been on five buses in the last two hours ok? This isn’t working.”
Abby: “I need to find what I’m looking for McGee.”
McGee: “Yeah, but you don’t even know what you’re looking for. I mean, at least be pragmatic. Listen to yourself.”
Abby: “Clea took this path all the time. I have to find out why. I thought you wanted to help me.”
McGee: “Abby, I do want to help you. I do….whoa!” (The bus pulls off.)
McGee: “Bringing up the cell grid. No hits where I last saw Abby. She must have turned her cell phone off.”
Gibbs: “She didn’t just disappear into thin air, Tim.”
McGee: “I know, Boss. We’ll find her.”
(Abby at college campus)
Professor Redner: “How did you know where to find me?”
Abby: “I followed Lt. Thorson’s path and it only took me eight different buses and ten miles on foot to do it.”
Professor Redner: “Well, knowing Clea, she had a reason.”
Abby: “She was scared Professor Redner. Someone was following her.”
Professor Redner: “Same person that hurt her?”
Professor Redner: “I was worried something had happened when she didn’t show the other day.”
Abby: “So. She was on her way to see you when she died.”
Professor Redner: “Can’t believe that she’s gone.”
Abby: “Well, I don’t think she is. I mean, not totally. Look at this. Ok. She left all this behind. Do you have any idea what this means?”
Professor Redner: “Well, there’s focus on hydrogen and carbon dioxide… well… the rest I don’t recognize. She kept her own projects secret. Even from me.”
Abby: “She had to share something with you. I mean, she trusted you. She wrote about a Mr. K.”
Professor Redner: “Oh, she mentioned him a few times, yes.”
Abby: “Ever by his full name?”
Professor Redner: “No. Sorry.” (He goes to his desk and pulls out a book.)
“Maybe it can do the same thing for you.” He holds the book up and it’s titled Leaves of Grass with autobiography - Whitman.
Abby: “Oh, I… I couldn’t take that. That was a gift.”
Professor Redner: “Science is poetry, Miss Sciuto. It’s about making order from…”
Abby: “…From chaos. Yeah. That’s what I do every day.”
Professor Redner: “Then this book is in good hands.”
Ziva: “We are not sure what to believe at this point.”
DiNozzo: “Meeting with Mr. K. wasn’t quite what we hoped for.”
Gibbs: “He never showed?”
DiNozzo: “You could say that.”
Ziva: “Well the restaurant manager confirmed Lt. Thorson was there many times these past two weeks. Dates correspond to meetings found in her calendar. Look.”
DiNozzo: “We got video footage.”
Gibbs: “Let’s see it.”
DiNozzo: “At first, I thought maybe she was on her phone, but… manager says she stays like this for about an hour… every time.”
Ziva: “He kicked her out after a customer complained that she was getting to loud.”
(The screen shows Clea is talking loudly to an empty booth across from her.)
Gibbs: (Facially shows pain for the woman) “Turn it off.”
McGee: “Boss, Abby turned her cell phone back on. I’m gonna’ try and nail down her exact location.”
DiNozzo: “Last time we let you two out on a field trip.”
McGee: “That Thorson’s meeting...”
DiNozzo: “The notorious Mr. K? Yes, it is in the flesh, so to speak.”
McGee: “Who’s gonna’ tell Abby?”
Dinozzo: “I nominate you.”
Gibbs: “I’ll handle it.”
Ziva: “Well, someone will have to ... (elevator pings open)…. and quickly.”
McGee: (concerned) “Abby… you alright?”
Abby: (She makes a beeline for Gibbs) “Gibbs… whirlwind of a day. You wouldn’t believe where I’ve been. You wanna’ guess? Go for it.”
Gibbs: (calmly) “Abby.”
Abby: “Ok. I’ll tell you. So… I found Lt. Thorsons’s college mentor, Professor Daniel Redner. He’s a great guy. We talked about poetry. He made tea. I loved the poetry, hated the tea.”
Abby: “Anyways, he knows about Mr. K. She was secretive about him which means she felt threatened by him so we have to find Mr. K..”
Gibbs: (loudly) “Stop.”
Abby: “You just raised your voice to me. You never raise your voice to me.”
Gibbs: (pulls up the video) “It’s her delusion, Abs.”
Abby: (looks at Clea talking to the empty booth) “I was wrong… about you.” (Gibbs turns to look at her.) Abby: “You don’t understand.” (angry) “None of you understand!”
Gibbs: “There’s no reasoning with her.”
Ducky: “No. I’m afraid not, Jethro. Not when she locks herself in her lab convinced that she can find all the answers on her own.”
Gibbs: “Right. Just like Thorson did.”
Ducky: “Well, there’s no doubt that Abby greatly identifies with the Lieutenant, has done from the beginning.”
Gibbs: “It’s a slippery slope, Duck.”
Ducky: “Yeah, well, as nature says, when you gaze long into the abyss; the abyss will gaze into you.”
Gibbs: “I need to get her back.”
Ducky: “You will. We’re still waiting results from the outside lab as to the type of poison; however, this morning I pulled a piece of tissue from beneath one of Thorson’s finger nails.”
Gibbs: “There a fight?”
Ducky: “Well it could have been a nasty one. The tissue was deeply embedded.”
Gibbs: “You got an ID?”
Ducky: (hands him a piece of paper) “Just got that back.”
DiNozzo: “Boss. It’s Stillwell.” They pull there guns and head towards the vehicle.
Gibbs: “Get out of the car, Stillwell. GET OUT!”
DiNozzo: “He’s on the move.”
Stillwell: (opens the door and is choking) “Help me.”
Ziva: “Gibbs, Ducky’s initial autopsy findings point to poison.”
DiNozzo: “Same way Thorson was killed.”
Gibbs: “Same killer.”
McGee: “Well, you know what? Maybe Thorson wasn’t completely insane. I mean, Boss. We know that Thorson and Stillwell were both working to redesign energy systems for the Navy. Billions are at stake. Maybe Thorson’s formula is the key to all this.”
Ziva: “Well, then. If that is true, then Abby is the only one who can make this breakthrough.”
DiNozzo: “Somebody’s got a break through her first.”
Gibbs: “Think I might know someone.” He is dialing his cell as he walks off.
Clea’s mother: (mother, Gibbs and Abby are looking at all the papers hung in Clea’s apartment.)
“No matter where I was, I could always tell when Clea was in trouble. My stomach got twisted up. I didn’t sleep, didn’t eat. I knew something was wrong but I never expected this.”
Abby: “She had a mission, nothing was gonna’ stop her.”
Clea’s mother: “From what I hear, you feel the same way.”
Abby: “Well, I promised your daughter that I would finish what she started.”
Clea’s mother: “At what cost, Miss Sciuto? Clea was a scientist above all else. Her work fed her. Gave her the happiness I never could, but it also drove her to the brink.”
Abby: “I’m not on the brink. I’m just looking for answers.”
Clea’s mother: “Where, in my daughter's head? I’d do anything to tell you how Clea’s mind worked; but after twenty-nine years and all the love a mother could possibly give not even I can tell you that. You connected to my daughter because of science.”
Clea’s mother: “And you want to help her?”
Abby: “That’s all I want to do.”
Clea’s mother: “Then do what she would have done and put emotion aside, please.” (She puts her hand on Abby’s cheek) You have to let her go.”
Abby: “Progress, Gibbs. Observe progress.”
Gibbs: “Music to my ears, Abs.”
Abby: “Ok. After whittling away at the mass of symbols and letters I kept coming back to two distinct chemical compositions. The first was taken from the writings on the body. It happens to be a unique construction of the bacteria ecoli. Right. Sorry. Inside voice. It just feels really good to have my mojo back. Ok now, behold the second composition. It was found on the writings inside Thorson’s loft. And it is, drum roll please, a synthesis of compounds with the aid of radiant energy. Aka… photo-synthesis.”
Gibbs: “Wait. So this is all about plants and bad meat?”
Abby: “Yeah. It’s confusing huh? Ok next equation stat. I mean please.”
McGee: “At first, I thought this was about converting the organisms of ecoli into fuel but there’s too much carbon dioxide for that process to ever work. In other words, my mojo is sorta’ hit a no-jo and I still don’t have the last piece of the formula. I feel like I’m missing something but I’ve been over this a million times.”
McGee: “This is our anomaly, Boss. And we still can’t figure out where it fits in the formula.”
Gibbs: “It looks like a plant.”
Abby: “It’s not a plant, Gibbs. It’s a leaf.” (She shakes the book that Professor Redner gave her)
McGee: “A memory card.”
Abby: “Whoa, guys, Clea Thorson was a genius. Carbon dioxide wasn’t the problem. It was the solution. She discovered a way to make fuel from bacteria. This is revolutionary for green energy. I mean, she’s figured out how to power the planet out of stuff that we try to get rid of.”
Gibbs: “Avaxis employee list.”
McGee: “System director, Rupert Kritzer.”
Abby: “Ha. I told you there was a Mr. K.”
Kritzer: “Yeah. She was working for me.”
Gibbs: “You paid her under the table, why?”
Kritzer: “It’s a cut throat business. It’s the way it has to be done.”
Gibbs: “Keep it hidden from Stillwell? I know you were working on the Navy energy plan. And I know that he was one of your main competitors.”
Kritzer: “It’s complicated.”
Gibbs: “Well, yeah. Two people are dead and you’re the chief suspect, doesn’t get much more complicated than that.”
Kritzer: “Look. The bio tech business is this generations dot com boom. Ok? Every one is trying to discover the next big thing. And every one is looking for the next big talent.”
Gibbs: “Talent like Lt. Thorson?”
Kritzer: “Right. So, when Stillwell fired her, I pounced. Ok? I told her to keep it to herself. He’d stolen ideas from me
Gibbs: “Yeah. And when it did, you killed him. Had to keep it for yourself.”
Kritzer: “I didn’t kill anyone.”
Gibbs: “I don’t believe you.”
Kritzer: “Clea’s bacteria conversion formula has just netted me two billion dollars, Agent Gibbs. And I was just about to hire her for a second project. Why would I want her dead?”
Ducky: “Martin Stillwell’s throat burned from swallowing a significant amount of something. So much in fact, that you can still smell it. Here.”
Gibbs: (sniffs) “Gasoline… dead bodies.”
Ducky: “Close. It’s a highly refined version of ethanol mixed with traces of formaldehyde.”
Gibbs: “Where would somebody get something like that?”
Ducky: “They can’t. Mr. Palmer.”
Palmer: “With Abby’s help, I found a patent filing from three years ago for a grain based fuel called nanythol. But the patent was never given because the fuel left behind a deadly byproduct of…”
Gibbs: “Formaldehyde. Who filed it... Stillwell’s Company? Well, Palmer, find out who spearheaded the project. Go. Now. Go.”
Palmer: “Are yo… On it!”
Ducky: “Additionally Jethro, Lt. Thorson was not poisoned the same way as Martin Stillwell. Hers was more methodical.”
Ducky: “Meaning, she absorbed the poison through her skin over a period of two weeks. Possibly mixed in her lotion or some kind of liquid.”
Gibbs: “And done by someone who knew her rituals?”
here’s what did change.” (They watch Clea stumble after her shower.) This is the day before she died.”
Gibbs: “She got sicker by the minute.”
McGee: “Hey, Tony.”
DiNozzo: “I think McGee found something.”
McGee: “Among some pipes underneath the stairs outside Thorson’s loft… goes right into the water supply. She never had a chance, Boss.”
DiNozzo: “Look whose taken center stage.”
Gibbs: “Miss Farris. We need to talk to you.”
Farris: “I’m in the middle of a meeting. Can’t it wait?”
Gibbs: (flashes his badge) “Gentleman.” T
Farris: “I don’t understand. I’ve told you all I know. I’ve helped you.”
Gibbs: “No. You only helped yourself, ma’am.”
DiNozzo: “To a brand new job looks like.”
Ziva: “Must feel good to finally be the one in charge.”
DiNozzo: “Doesn’t suit you, though. You’re more of a background player.”
Farris: “I’ve worked hard for what I have.”
Gibbs: “No. The work only got you so far. Lt. Thorson, she was the real deal. You’re a phony.”
Farris: “We were never competitors. Clea was my friend.”
Ziva: “At least that’s what she thought. This is a direct quote from her journal, ‘I feel alone at Gen-1 most of the time. I do not like it here, but April makes the days easier. Maybe we will be friends. I trust her.’”
Farris: “She never said… she didn’t care about me.”
DiNozzo: “It’s a terrible thing. Betraying someone’s trust like that.”
Farris: “You have no idea what I had to put up with. People fawned over her like she was the second coming. How do you think that made me feel?”
Gibbs: “Make you feel bad enough to kill her.”
(You hear the music from the movie Saturday Night Fever.)
DiNozzo: (strutting into the squad room) “It’s Tony as Tony. I am completely impressed.”
Ziva: “Are you supposed to be fat Elvis?”
DiNozzo: “It’s Saturday Night Fever (in his best Travolta voice) Travolta ’77 in the John Badhom directed classic.” (He stomps his foot) “I know. *Sigh* Looks ridiculous right? Feels even worse. It’s like I’m betraying the gods.”
Ziva: “I was not aware you were so religious.”
DiNozzo: “The film Gods.”
McGee: “So, I take it this means you haven’t ended things with Ethel?”
DiNozzo: “Ethel. A man’s got a do what a man’s gotta do. I’m gonna give special Ethel what she thinks she wants. But this, this will always belong to me.”
Abby: (decorating for Halloween)
Gibbs; “Looks good. I like it.”
Abby: “Just trying to get in the spirit. It’s more me. Look, Gibbs. I.. I .. I’m sorry for… I‘m sorry that I…um… Sorry.”
Gibbs: (hugs her to him) “Abs. It’s ok.”
|Episode 8.7: Broken Arrow|
| (Squad Room) |
Ziva: “McGee. Look what was waiting for me when I got home last night.”
McGee: “Your passport.”
Ziva: “My United States of America passport.”
McGee: “Ziva. Congratulations. That’s great. Can I peak?”
McGee: “Oh, See. That is so unfair. No ones passport picture should look that good.”
Ziva: “You think?”
McGee: “Yeah, I mean, where’d you have it taken? A photo studio?”
Ziva: “No, a booth at the post office.”
McGee: “Hey, Tony. Look what Ziva got.”
DiNozzo: “Congratulations... I’ll alert the media.”
Ziva: “Wow. You’re in a great mood.”
DiNozzo: “You know...I was… Til’ I woke up this morning and saw my father called.”
McGee: “What did he want?”
DiNozzo: “I don’t know. I haven’t called him back yet.”
Ziva, “Maybe he needs something, Tony.”
DiNozzo: “That’s a given. He called at 4:30 AM. I was having such a good week.”
Ziva: “Ok. When was the last time you heard from him?”
DiNozzo: “I don’t know… a couple of months ago.” (A key lands on his desk.) Where we going, Boss?”
Gibbs: “US Naval Academy Annapolis.”
McGee: “Looks like they went through his pockets. Wonder what they were trying to find. They didn’t take the wallet, watch, or cell phone.”
DiNozzo: “Make a note would you to have Abby check for trace evidence.”
McGee: “Uh, yeah. Thanks for that, Tony. I would have done it anyway.”
Ziva: “Hey guys! Someone’s going to have to go through this… this is disgusting”
DiNozzo: “Last time I checked I was Senior Field Agent.”
McGee: “It’s too bad we don’t have a probationary agent with us.” (Both at same time) But we do.”
Ziva: “You’re going to pull rank on me?”
Admiral: “I got a call from Woody. Woke me up before dawn this morning… very cryptic.”
Gibbs: “Whattaya’ mean?”
Admiral: “Said he wanted to show me something, asked me to meet him here. But it was like he thought he was being bugged. He just said, at the exact spot we first met.”
Gibbs: “Here?... in front of Fowler Hall?”
Admiral: “Yeah. We were plebes together. Met right here. (something 93)”
Gibbs: “You have no idea what he meant by that?”
Admiral: “No, none. Haven’t spoken to him in two or three years. After he retired from the Navy he went to work in the private sector.”
Gibbs: “What’s your assignment, Admiral Chase?”
Admiral: “Are you asking me because you want to know if Iverson was coming to see me about something personal or my job?”
Gibbs: “I asked you what your assignment was, Sir.”
Admiral: “I don’t think this is the place for that discussion. I’m overdue at the Pentagon. I’ll get in touch with NCIS this afternoon.”
McGee: “Everything ok, Boss?”
Gibbs: “Find out what exactly Admiral Chase does do at the Pentagon. What ya’ got Duck?”
Ducky: “Well, at this point; I can only estimate the time of death as early this morning. And there are no definitive signs of cause. Oh, I did note a foreign substance beneath the nail of his right forefinger. Analysis to follow. Ah, can’t you just sense the ??? décor? You might be interested to know that your college here in Annapolis was founded in 1845. That’s almost twenty years before its British equivalent in Dartmouth in Devonshire. Yeah. My father wanted me to attend (Gibbs is straightening Ducky’s bow tie) the Britannia Royal Naval College but I had other ideas. I…”
McGee : “Sorry Duck, sorry Duck. Boss, ah… ah… Vice Admiral C. Clifford Chase is part of the E ring. He’s the Deputy Director of Operations for the Joint Chiefs of Staff.”
Ziva: “Woodrow Wilson Iverson retired from the Navy with the rank of Commander 18 years ago to join Royce Global Group. The International Mining and Shipping Company.”
DiNozzo: “Was founded by the legendary business titan Jonathon Royce. He’s become sort of like a Howard Hughes recluse since the death of his son in a racing accident in Lamaze 4 years ago. Hasn’t been seen in public since the funeral and rumor is he is holed up in a Chalet in Gaston Switzerland. Sole remaining heir is his daughter Rachel who lives in Bridge Hampton on Long Island.”
McGee: “Iverson left from Geneva International on board a Royce jet. Passed through Dallas Customs at 3:12 AM this morning. Planes manifest shows a crew of three and four passengers.”
DiNozzo: “You ok, McGee?”
McGee: “Ah, I am fine. I’m fine. Sorry, Boss. Ah, this is security video taken at the executive terminal. Field Gaston, Swiss National Corporate head of security. Dan Mayfield, COO and Royce’s right hand man. That is Woody Iverson, our victim.”
Ziva: “Tony? That… looks like your father.”
DiNozzo: “No. It can’t be.”
McGee: “Oh. It is. Manifest reads, Anthony D. Dinozzo Sr. New York New York.”
McGee: “Passengers Mayfield and Gaston are on their way in.”
DiNozzo: “My father’s not answering. I got voicemail again.”
Gibbs: “Track his cell, McGee.”
DiNozzo: “Why didn’t I take his call this morning?”
Ziva: “I’m sure he’s alright, Tony. He looked fine getting off the plane.”
DiNozzo: “Yeah. So’d the guy in front of him. And he ended up dead, crammed into a dumpster.”
Gibbs: “Slow down, DiNozzo.”
McGee: “Alright. I got a hit, 15 - 100 First Street, NE Mid-Atlantic Railways bus station.”
DiNozzo: “This is worse than I thought. My father… at a bus station.”
Ziva: (Gibbs hooks his head in the direction Tony took.) “On it.”
Gibbs: “Why was Iverson in Washington, Mr. Mayfield?”
(Mayfield explains they flew in for a symposium that Royce initiated ten yrs ago.)
Gibbs: “Is he here?”
Mayfield: No, Royce doesn’t attend anymore, but that it is a sought after invitation for buyers.
Gibbs: “Either one of you have any idea where Iverson was going after he left the airport?”
(They say the other passenger went with him.)
Gibbs: “Anthony DiNozzo?”
Mayfield: “They shared a cab.”
Gibbs: “What’s Mr. DiNozzo’s connection to Royce Global?”
Mayfield: “He and Jonathon go way back. They met in Gastad years ago. They gambled, skid, chased women together.”
Gaston: “DiNozzo was hanging around the corporate terminal in Geneva looking for a ride.” Mayfield: “I checked with Jonathon. He said it was fine.”
Gibbs: “So. Last time you saw Iverson, he was with DiNozzo?”
Both say: “Yes, Sir.”
Ziva: “There he is, Tony. Thank God he is alright.”
Tony: “Gimme a second. This is unbelievable. Dad… Dad.”
DiNozzo Sr.: “Junior.”
Tony: “What are you doing here?”
DiNozzo Sr.: “In Washington?”
Tony: “At a bus station?”
DiNozzo Sr.: “Why didn’t you answer my call?”
Tony: “Well, you did call me in the middle of the night. And I did return it.”
DiNozzo Sr.: “When?”
Tony: “Half an hour ago.”
DiNozzo Sr.: (pulls out his cell and looks) “Blocked ID. You know I don’t except blocked calls. How’d ya’ find me?”
Tony: “I’m a Federal Agent, Dad.”
DiNozzo Sr.: “That doesn’t give you a right to violate my privacy. What else do you know?”
Tony: “I know you arrived this morning on a Royce Global private jet. Around 3AM?”
DiNozzo Sr.: “You keeping tabs on me, Junior?”
Tony: “I’m investigating a murder, Dad.”
DiNozzo Sr.: “Murder?”
Tony: “Woody Iverson.”
DiNozzo Sr.: “What happened?”
Tony: “We need ya’ to come down to the Navy yard.”
DiNozzo Sr.: “Yeah. Oh, is that… ah… Ziva?” (Ziva waves.)
DiNozzo Sr.: “Junior. Get my bag.”
Tony: “Watch the hands. Let’s go.”
| (Interrogation Room) |
DiNozzo Sr.: (stands up) “Here we are again, Agent Gibbs.” (Shakes hands with Gibbs) I was shocked to hear about Woody Iverson.”
Gibbs: “How long have you known him?”
DiNozzo Sr.: “About 24 hours. Met him in Geneva, at the airport.”
Gibbs: “Right. You hitched a ride on the Royce jet?”
DiNozzo Sr.: “Ah. I confess. I am a plane *****. I hate to fly commercial. Ever fly in a G5?” It is a whole different world.”
Gibbs: “Did you talk to Iverson on the flight?”
DiNozzo Sr.: “Um, Mayfield and I played gin… drank 30 year old scotch. I took him for a hundred bucks. Iverson sat by himself.”
Gibbs: “So, he never spoke to anyone?”
DiNozzo Sr.: “Briefly, about the summit they were flying in for. Mayfield invited me to the opening night reception at Jonathon Royce’s mansion.”
Gibbs: “Are you goin’?”
DiNozzo Sr.: “No. I think he was just being polite, because of my relationship with Jonathon.”
Gibbs: “Did you, ah… see Royce while you were in Switzerland?”
DiNozzo Sr.: “No. Not for years. He doesn’t talk to anybody… we through?”
Gibbs: “So. You never talked to Iverson on the plane. But, you did share a cab into the city.”
DiNozzo Sr.: “Yeah. I’m beginning to feel like a suspect. I don’t expect special treatment because I’m Junior’s father. And I accept that you and I will never be friends, Gibbs. But I don’t like your tone.”
Gibbs: “You were the last person to see Iverson alive. How I feel about you, personally, is irrelevant. This is a murder investigation. And I’ll follow it wherever it leads.”
DiNozzo Sr.: “Iverson was taking a taxi into town. I asked him if I could share a ride. He dropped me at the Adams house. He never mentioned where he was going from there.”
Gibbs: “Yeah. It’s Gibbs. Be right there.”
(DiNozzo and Ziva are watching form behind the mirror.)
Tony: “He’s lying. He never registered at the Adams house. I checked. What is he up to?”
Admiral: “Woody Iverson was a friend. I have reason to believe that his death may have national security implications. We have to make sure that you have the correct personnel on this case, Director.”
Vance: “Gibbs and his team can definitely handle it.” (A knock is heard) Come in.
(Gibbs comes in) Admiral Chase has some information for us.”
Admiral: “Yes. When I got back to the Pentagon, I conferred with my intelligence officers.”
Gibbs: “At the Joint Chiefs.”
Admiral: “Our annalist use echelon to electronically intercept the words Iverson and Royce Global.”
Vance: “They picked up chatter regarding Royce’s summit tomorrow in D.C.”
Admiral: “Seems to be a great deal of interest from international arms dealers who haven’t attended in past years.”
Gibbs: “Royce made his billions in shipping and mining. Not arms.”
Admiral: “Maybe we should notify NSA.”
Vance: “I briefed them. We have to act quickly. Surveilling this conference is going to be difficult. It’s civilian. It’s heavily secured. The guest list is highly restricted.”
Gibbs: “Excuse me.”
Abby: “You just got here. Don’t you want to stay a couple of days? You can have some quality time with Tony.”
DiNozzo Sr.: “Oh, I’d love to, Abby. But I have to get back to New York. I’ve been away too long.”
Ziva: “We barely got to see you.”
McGee: “Yeah. We were kinda’ hoping to hear your version of why Junior got expelled from boarding school.”
Tony: “In your wildest dreams, McGee. Let’s go, Dad.”
DiNozzo Sr.: “What’s the matter with you, Junior? Relax.”
Gibbs: “Hey, DiNozzo. Hold on a minute.” (Gibbs is coming down the stairs.)
Tony: (to father) “Don’t move. Stay.”
(He walks to Gibbs) “Yeah, Boss.”
Gibbs: “Hey. Where’s your Dad going?”
Tony: “New York.”
Gibbs: “No, not yet. We need him. Get us into the reception.”
DiNozzo Sr.: “I’ll wait.”
Tony to Gibbs: “Using my father is a very bad idea.”
Gibbs: “No other option, DiNozzo.”
Tony: “You don’t know him like I do. It can lead to nothing but trouble.”
Gibbs: “Summit starts tomorrow night. He’s our entrée.”
Tony: “Ok. But please. He can’t stay at my place.”
DiNozzo Sr.: “Well. We got lucky.”
Gibbs: “Whattaya’ mean?"
DiNozzo Sr.: “Oh, this town is booked. There’s not a decent hotel room to be found. But, I used my influence on Donald, the concierge at Adams House and got the last room available.”
Tony: “What floor?”
DiNozzo Sr.: “Penthouse.”
Tony: “You see? Who do you think’s gonna’ pay for that? Not him.”
Gibbs: “Call the cashier. Get a purchase order to cover the cost of the room.”
McGee: “Isn’t 310 a Los Angeles area code?”
Abby: “Yep. Why?”
McGee: “Well, the last entry Iverson made on the notepad in his cell phone was at 4:42 AM. That was about twenty minutes after the cab dropped Tony’s father off at the hotel. See. This looks like a phone number to me. 310 555 .......”
Abby: “All the billions and billions of binary possibilities. All those ones and zeros being compared and now the DNA search is complete. Oh, drat.”
McGee: “What’s wrong?”
Abby: “Ducky found DNA under the victims fingernails and I ran it through CODUS.”
McGee: “Oooo… Tony’s father?”
Abby: “McGee, that’s not funny.”
McGee: “I was just kidding. Sorry.”
Abby: “No. I didn’t get a match. So, now I have to expand the search to all the international data bases and it’s going to take me forever. I just think Tony’s too judgmental of his father.”
McGee: “Well, Abs, Tony didn’t have a normal childhood. I mean Senior wasn’t exactly Cliff Huxtable.”
Abby: “No. I think he’s trying to make up for his mistakes. Tony’s lucky. He still has a father. I mean, I wish mine were alive. I’d forgive him for anything. That’s strange.”
Abby: “I’m getting a low level radiation reading off the victim’s pocket but there’s nothing here. Color me confused.”
McGee: “Yeah. Color me too. Just googled the 310 number. Got the home page of a Beverly Hills Wellness Center. They specialize in colonics and herbal enemas.”
Gibbs: (DiNozzo Sr. coming up hallway) “Looking for me? Went down to the spa… steam and a massage… needed it; never used to get jet lag. I wasn’t expecting any guests tonight. Checking up on me?”
Gibbs: “No. I just wanted to talk to you without your son being on the other side of the glass.”
DiNozzo Sr.: “Have a seat.”
Gibbs; “No. I’m not gonna’ be here that long. Tony thinks that it’s a mistake to involve you in an NCIS investigation.”
DiNozzo Sr.: “What do you think?”
Gibbs: “Well, I think I’m sticking my neck out. But I wanted to look you in the eye and see if I’m wrong.”
DiNozzo Sr.: “And?”
Gibbs: “And I think you’re just enough of a conman to be able to pull it off.”
DiNozzo Sr.: “That is a strange thing to say to someone you’re asking to do you a favor.”
Gibbs: “Are you enjoying yourself, Mr. DiNozzo?”
DiNozzo Sr.: “Well, I have a certain kind of lifestyle, Agent Gibbs.”
Gibbs: “Yeah. Well, you can cut the act. I know you’re broke.”
DiNozzo Sr: “Why do you and Junior believe that?”
Gibbs: “Did Tony talk to you about your money problem?”
DiNozzo Sr.: “No. His actions speak louder than his lack of words. Last year, when I stayed here, Junior picked up my hotel bill, paid for my flight to Monte Carlo. He wanted me to believe that it was a gift from Prince Omar Alban O’Wan.”
Gibbs: “Is this some sort of game you two play? Have you ever just been honest with each other?”
DiNozzo Sr.: “There may be things that I haven’t told my son, but I have never lied to him. You probably won’t believe this, Gibbs, but ah, I’m starting to like you. You’re not afraid to say what ya’ think… champagne? As Bogie said in Casa
Ziva: “I do not understand. Yesterday morning you were upset that your father called. Now, you are upset that he did not want to go to dinner with you last night.”
DiNozzo: “He gave me a lame excuse.”
DiNozzo: “He said he’d already eaten and he wanted to turn in early.”
Ziva: “Tony. Your father flew all the way from Europe. I can understand that he is tired.”
DiNozzo: “Tired” is not a word in his vocabulary.”
McGee: “Wonderful. Thanks very much. Boss, I got something.”
Gibbs: “Figure out why Iverson was calling for a colonic in the middle of the night.”
McGee: “He wasn’t. It didn’t make sense. If it was a phone number, he would’ve kept it in the contact list not in the notepad.”
Gibbs: “So why did he?”
McGee: “To make a notation so he could remember something.”
McGee: “…digits turn out to be the phone number for the down town DC Cab Company. The 310 was a reference to the cab he was in not an area code.”
Ziva: “Why would Iverson make a note of the cab number?”
McGee: “Whoever killed Iverson, went through his pockets for something. Maybe Iverson hid whatever it was in the vehicle. I called the dispatcher. Talked to the cabbie and there bringing the taxi in.”
McGee: “Cabbie said Iverson was acting very hinky…kept looking out the back window.”
Abby: “Hey, I got something. This was wedged between the cushion and the seat back.”
McGee: “MK 15.”
Gibbs: “Got a serial number.”
Abby: “It’s beta particles and gamma rays. Almost identical to what I found in the victim’s pocket. Why is this radioactive?”
McGee: “Well. When in doubt, try the internet.”
Gibbs: “Hydrogen bomb?”
McGee: “March 10th 1956, a B47 carrying a Mark 15 warhead bearing the serial number 47787 disappeared during a scheduled air to air refueling over the Mediterranean Sea. After becoming lost in a thick cloud, the plane was never heard from again.”
Abby: “It’s wreckage including the 3.4 megaton hydrogen bomb was never found?”
McGee: “Boss, this is about a lost nuclear weapon.”
Gibbs: “Broken Arrow.”
Abby: “3.4 megatons? That’s a hundred times more powerful than the bomb dropped on Hiroshima.”
Gibbs: “Well, if they got the plate then they found the bomb… and the nuclear material.”
Admiral: “That’s what Woody Iverson wanted to show me?”
Gibbs: “We think he was being followed, hid it in the cab. We sent the plate to NMC for verification.”
Vance: “It’s definitely the Mark 15 that went missing 54 years ago.”
Admiral: “Well, that much time under water, the bomb is inoperable. But the nuclear material has a half life of several million years. Well, we’ve always feared terrorist getting their hands on a nuke.”
Vance: “It’s the first broken arrow that’s actually come back to haunt us.”
Admiral: “Gentleman, this whole situation has gotten a lot bigger than a homicide investigation. We’ll take it from here.”
Vance: “I’ve already spoken to SECNAV. This is an NCIS investigation. Do I need to remind why we’re a civilian run agency? With all due respect, Admiral, those stars on your shoulders don’t carry much weight in this building.”
Gibbs: “Sir, if you want to be briefed on where we are so far, what we know, you’re welcome to stay. That’s up to you.”
Vance: “Royce group is deeply involved in underwater mining. Their vessel, The Global Seeker is purportedly in the Mediterranean exploring the ocean floor for poly metallic nodules.”
Gibbs: “They could have stumbled onto the wreckage of the plane. Found the weapon while they were dredging.”
Admiral: “Why didn’t they contact the US government?”
Gibbs: “Iverson was looking for you. Someone stopped him.”
Admiral: “Royce has some questions to answer.”
Gibbs: “We don’t know how involved Royce is anymore. No one has seen him or heard from him in four years.”
Vance: “We think his COO Dan Mayfield runs the show.”
Admiral: “Are you going to bring this Mayfield in?”
Gibbs: “No. Not yet. It’s all conjecture, Admiral. If they recovered the nuke, we don’t want to spook em’.”
Vance: “Your Intel people received chatter about the Royce Summit, right?”
Admiral: “We’re gonna’ infiltrate that opening night reception.”
McGee: “Royce’s mansion was excessively renovated in 2002. Got the blueprints from the city engineer, that’s where we should plant the bug.”
DiNozzo: “Theo Gaston, head of security, is supplementing his staff with local hires.”
McGee: “I’ve been unable to obtain a guest list, but there is a video security system in the house connected to the internet. I think I can hack into it.”
Gibbs: “I got faith in you, Tim. The van ready?”
McGee: “Ah, still got some equipment to load.”
Gibbs: “Good. Go. Go.” Gibbs: (to Tony) “What?”
Tony: “Using my father is a mistake.”
Gibbs: “I’ve heard that before DiNozzo.”
Tony: “He’s untrained. He won’t know what to look for. I mean, sure, he can work a room and he’s a charmer but come on. We both know this is different.”
Gibbs: “He’s not going in alone. Being accompanied by an agent.”
Tony: “Oh no, Boss. I.. I..I.. this is a bad idea. I mean, I know where you’re going , and he and I don’t work well together. Oil and water.”
Gibbs: “I got another agent in mind. One who speaks a bunch of languages and looks better in a dress.”
Tony: “You’re going with my father? This is crazy.”
Ziva: “Your father doesn’t think so. He sent me flowers.”
Gibbs: “DiNozzo, you’re so worried about your father? Then go to the hotel and check on him and make sure he’s ready.”
Tony: “That’s what I’ll do.”
Fred: “Ah, Special Agent Gibbs.”
Gibbs: “What, Fred?”
Fred: “I have a problem. Ah, Anthony DiNozzo Sr. is not only staying in a $1500 a night suite, he’s running up a huge tab. Spa treatment, manicure, room service, French champagne and I just a call he’s ordered a limousine for tonight?”
Gibbs: “Guess you haven’t got the bill for the flowers yet.”
DiNozzo Sr.: “Just a little less break in the front.” (The tailor on the floor agrees.) Ah, Junior, Whattaya’ think?”
Tony: “Dad. You look great. Could you excuse us?”
DiNozzo Sr.: “Just a moment, Vincent.”
Tony: “Thanks. Gosh. Wow. Are you out of your mind? You don’t bring a personal tailor up to your room. Dad, come on, this is a… wow, that’s soft.”
DiNozzo Sr.: “Pure cashmere, one hundred percent virgin. Bought it… at least, NCIS did.”
Tony: “You’re out of control.”
DiNozzo Sr.: “Are you here to brief me on tonight’s op? Hm?”
Tony: “Oh no. You think you’re James Bond don’t ya? Dad, there is no op. Your job is to get Ziva into the party so she can plant the bug. That’s it. Then you stay out of her way. Get it?”
DiNozzo Sr.: “Got it.”
DiNozzo Sr.: “What is your current relationship with her?”
Tony: “Ziva? We’re coworkers. We don’t have a relationship. It’s strictly business.”
DiNozzo Sr.: “Then you won’t mind if I make my move if the opportunity presents itself?”
DiNozzo Sr.: “What?”
Tony: “Please. I beg you. Don’t embarrass me.”
Ducky: “Cause of death was cervical dislocation. All indications were that it was bare handed. C1 and C2 were dislocated causing immediate asphyxia.”
Gibbs: “Why aren’t you getting ready?”
Ziva: “Well, I got something on Dan Mayfield.”
Ducky: “Well. I’ll leave you two to your detective work. Oh, I have two tickets to the Norman Rockwell exhibit at the Smithsonian. (They don't pay any attention to him) … No matter.”
Gibbs: “Who is that?”
Ziva: “Rachel Royce.”
Gibbs: “Oh, his daughter.”
Ziva: “And not a fan of Dan Mayfield.”
Gibbs: “What did you find out?”
Ziva: “A month ago, she filed a lawsuit in a Swiss court. Her complaint is that Mayfield has unlawfully denied her access to her father. Rachel Royce claims that she has not seen him in four years or spoken to him in three.”
Gibbs: “That’s not nice.”
Ziva: “No, it is not nice. She blames Mayfield, and not her brother’s tragic death for making Royce recluse. I’ve got calls into Rachel and her lawyer.”
Gibbs: “Well, if she’s Royce’s sole beneficiary; then Mayfield’s gonna be looking for work as soon as Royce dies. I do hope he’s got a good retirement plan. That’s good work. Now get goin’. Go.”
(Black van outside party)
McGee: “Mmm… Mmmm… Nutter Butter.”
Tony: “This is surreal. I feel like I’m in a James Bond movie directed by Fulani. I’m on a stakeout watching my father and Ziva go undercover while you munch on a Nutter Butter.”
Ziva: “We are approaching the house.”
McGee: “Alright, Ziva. We read you loud and clear.”
DiNozzo Sr.: “You look ravishing, Sophia.” (Dinozzo Sr. puts his hand on her back.)
McGee: “Oh… oh… there it is.”
Ziva: “Uh, uh.”
Tony: “This is the beginning of the end of my career.”
McGee: (in the house,) “Getting a solid image off the spy cam broach.”
DiNozzo Sr.: “There’s Dan Mayfield. Come on, I’ll introduce you to him.”
Admiral: “That the Royce vessel?”
Vance: “Mhm… In the Mediterranean… real time satellite image. It’s a hundred miles southwest of Corsica . It’s 0300 there.”
Gibbs: “Supposedly looking for minerals.”
Vance: “It’s 200 miles from where the military lost radio contact with the B47 back in 1956.”
Gibbs: “Well, could explain why the search parties never found the wreckage. They were looking in the wrong place.”
Admiral: “I’ve notified the Joint Chiefs. Several ships from the Sixth Fleet have been put on alert.”
Vance: “That Mark 15 weighs 7600 pounds. Our analyst tells us that ships are not equipped to lift anything that heavy off the sea floor.”
Gibbs: “They’ve got a submersible. They could have used it to remove the serial plate to verify the find.”
Vance: “We think they’re waitin’ for the equipment necessary to raise that bomb to arrive.”
Admiral: “How’s this going?”
Gibbs: “Well, Mayfield’s list justified our suspicions. We’ve already identified four international arms dealers.”
McGee: “Who is this?
Ziva: “Her name’s Julia Merriweather, President of Merriweathers Associates, a belt way PR firm.”
Merriweather: “So, you actually live in New York?”
Dinozzo Sr.: “It’s my base.”
McGee: “Ziva, who’s that in the corner?”
Ziva: “Would you excuse me?”
DiNozzo Sr.: “Ok, darling. I’ll be right here.”
McGee: “Tony. I think you just got a glimpse of your next Stepmother.”
DiNozzo: “That’s very funny, McGee.”
Merriweather: “What’s your relationship with Sophia?”
DiNozzo Sr.: “We don’t have a relationship. It’s strictly business.”
McGee: “Ziva, try to get a clear view. No, Mayfield’s blocking him. Move to your left, Ziva. Good… Good… Great. Got him… Agah Bayar, Turkish arms dealer. On the Interpol’s watch list.”
Mayfield: “Tomorrow, when the others break into groups, you and I will get a chance to talk alone.”
Mayfield: “She’s very beautiful isn’t she?”
Bayar: “Yes. She is.”
Mayfield: “She’s with an old acquaintance of Jonathon Royce’s.”
Bayar: “You know who she is, don’t you?”
Mayfield: “Her name’s Sophia.”
Bayar: “No. I believe her name’s Ziva. She’s the daughter of Eli David, Director of the Israeli Mossad. It is known that she is now a US Federal Agent.”
Mayfield: “Are you sure?”
Tony: “Uh oh… push in... what’s that all about?”
McGee: “Doesn’t look good. Ziva, give me a twenty on Gaston.”
Ziva: “He’s not in the room.”
Bayar: “While I’m interested in your proposition, I’m not interested in spending the rest of my life in an American prison. Goodbye.”
McGee: “Bayar’s on the move. Keep smiling, Ziva.”
Tony: “I’m telling ya’. I don’t like this.”
Abby: (listening at door) “Hi.”
Abby: “Hi. What’s going on in there?”
Gibbs: “Whattaya got Abs?”
Abby: “Do you have any idea how hard it is to run an international DNA search? I mean Interpol has 179 member states all of which need answers to there inquiries immediately.”
Abby: “Remember Fiona, the genetic scientist from Lichtenstein I became pen pals with? Well, her cousin works for Interpol.”
Gibbs: “Yeah. I remember.”
Abby: “And he ran the DNA from underneath our victim’s fingernails for me. Got a hit… Theo Gaston, head of Royce’s Security. He used to be a Swiss…” (Gibbs scans his eyes fast and then kisses Abby’s cheek before disappearing into MTAC) “…hand to hand combat before the….”
Admiral: “What’s goin’ on?”
Gibbs: “DiNozzo, time to get your father out of the house. Tell Ziva to keep Gaston under surveillance. We’ve got DNA evidence that ties him to the murder.”
Tony: “Got it, Boss.”
Gibbs: (to the Admiral and Vance) “Gaston takes his orders from Mayfield. We got enough to bring em’ both in.”
Tony: “Ziva, pull out.”
Ziva: “Just a few more minutes, I have not planted the bug yet.”
Tony: “Get my father outta’ there.”
Ziva: “He is fine, Tony.”
Tony: “Gibbs order. Gaston’s the killer.”
Ziva: “We’re leaving.”
DiNozzo Sr.: “No. Not yet. President of the World Bank just arrived, chance of a lifetime. I only need a few minutes with him.”
Ziva: “This is not a request, it is an order… move.”
Tony: “Ah, Dad. Shut up.”
Theo: “Going somewhere Agent David?”
DiNozzo Sr.: “Theo, great party. Really appreciate the invite and the, ah… plane ride, but I’m not feelin’ too well.”
Tony: “Just get out of there.”
DiNozzo Sr.: “Maybe, I had a little too much to drink.”
McGee: “Boss, we’re on the move.”
Admiral: “Does Agent David carry a weapon?”
Gibbs: “She is a weapon.”
Theo: “I need you both to come with me.”
Ziva: “We’re leaving.”
DiNozzo Sr.: “You’re gonna’ have to go through me, Dan.”
Mayfield: “What are you gonna’ do old man?”
DiNozzo Sr.: “Junior, can I borrow your handcuffs? Come on, Junior?”
Vance: “Media’s going with the cover story.”
Gibbs: “Our agents found documents on the ship confirming Mayfield had knowledge of the bomb.”
Vance: “Is he talking?”
Gibbs: “Well, sure. He’s not copping to a murder yet. Threw his security chief underneath the bus, claims he told Gaston only to follow Iverson, not kill him.”
Tony: “They were afraid he was gonna’ talk to Admiral Chase.”
McGee: “Well, Authorities in Switzerland gained access to the Chalet. They found Jonathon Royce comatose on life support. The attending physician wanted to pull life support but was ordered not to by Dan Mayfield.”
Gibbs: “Mayfield new that if Royce dies, he’s out of a job. Thought the nuke was going to be his golden parachute.”
Fred: “Director, gentleman, I have a serious problem with Anthony DiNozzo.”
Fred: “He’s absolutely out of control.”
Tony: “Senior.” (Vance relaxes)
Fred: “In the last 2 days, he’s run up nearly nine thousand dollars in expenses. What do you suggest I do?”
Gibbs: “Pay him. He’s worth every penny.”
Fred: “What exactly did he do?”
Vance: “That’s classified.”
Gibbs: “See ya’ later, Fred.”
Abby : (to DiNozzo Sr.) “So, are you actually leaving this time?”
DiNozzo Sr.: “I have to, Abby. I asked the Director if I could join the agency, but apparently there’s an age limit. But he did give me a cap.”
Ziva: “Well, it looks great on you.”
DiNozzo Sr.: (to Abby) “Goodbye.” (kisses her and Ziva on both cheeks and hugs them.)
DiNozzo Sr.: “Junior.”
Tony: “Right behind ya’, Dad. I’d appreciate it if you didn’t call me Junior at work. Thanks.”
DiNozzo Sr.: “I’ll just get my stuff.”
Tony: “Ok. Ok. Wait a second. You’re takin’ the tux?”
DiNozzo Sr.: “What’s NCIS gonna’ do with it? What is it, Junior? You’ve been acting strange all day.”
Tony: “Something I gotta’ talk to you about.”
DiNozzo Sr.: “Are you alright? You’re not, ah, sick, are you?”
Tony: “No. No. Listen. Can we sit?” I don’t want to make it any bigger than it is but you know I …you can’t judge a book by its cover…and things are… you know.. .aren’t always what they appear to be…but..”
DiNozzo Sr.: “This is about me being broke?”
DiNozzo Sr.: “It’s not a big deal. It’s happened before. When you were at second year in boarding school, well, I filed for bankruptcy. I’ll bounce back. I always do. You knew about it last year when you bought me the ticket to Monte Carlo.”
Tony: “Well, how did you find out about that?”
DiNozzo Sr.: “I caught up with Prince Al. He didn’t know anything about it. You didn’t say anything. I appreciate it.”
Tony: “Well, Dad. I didn’t know what to say.”
DiNozzo Sr.: “We’re DiNozzos’. We don’t communicate well.”
Tony: “Mm. We used to ya’ know… long time ago. Sometimes I wish we could rewind to the last time we had a normal father son relationship.”
DiNozzo Sr.: “When was that?”
Tony: “Was a fishing trip. This is before Mom died. You probably don’t remember.”
(DiNozzo Sr. smiles, sits by Tony and takes out a picture.)
Tony: “Dad, it’s ok. I mean ah …”
DiNozzo Sr.: “I look at that picture every morning. It’s one of my fondest memories too. Glad we talked. Now, let’s get out of here before we both start bawling.”
Tony: “Alright. Well, I’m taking you to the train station and I’m buying you a ticket.”
DiNozzo Sr.: “No, you are taking me to the airport. I bumped into Donald Trump down in the lobby this morning. You get me to Reagan by noon. I’m flying home in style. Can ya’ get my bag, Junior?”
|Episode 8.8: Enemies Foreign|
| (Squad Room) |
McGee: “Pretty cool piece of tech. It takes advantage of the new credit cards design so you can swipe your whole wallet over the sensor when you make a purchase.”
DiNozzo: “Because that extra four seconds it takes to remove your credit card is just plain un-American. This doesn’t work.”
McGee: “The point is that you control the card, which in theory reduces fraud risk at point of purchase.”
DiNozzo: “Still won’t keep you hacky types from stealing my numbers from the matrix. Anyway, look at it… doesn’t work.”
McGee: “That’s right. You should be afraid of my kind.”
Ziva: “And apparently 22 year old girls.”
DiNozzo: “I refuse to be afraid of 22 year old girls no matter what kind of magical pick pocketing devices they’re sporting. You know who the real victim is, artistry.”
Ziva: “If someone wants something out of your pants, they should have to use their hands.”
DiNozzo: “The thing about all this virtual thievery is it’s virtually impossible to virtually police. How do you keep the Dicaprio out of your head?”
Ziva: “Mmm. Yeah. He is dreamy.”
McGee: “Hilary Lang picked two dozen credit cards in less than an hour. She burned all the accounts onto a blank one, went shopping. No one would’ve known if she hadn’t picked the absolute wrong pocket.”
DiNozzo: “Yep. Card number flagged on the terror watch list. It’s Gods justice right there.”
Vance: “You think the pick pocket can lead you to the card holder?”
Gibbs: “It’d be easier if you gave me a name.”
Vance: “Name would just be fake, but the account’s real. I’m gonna’ be tied up with this review conference all week.”
Gibbs: “Oh, there’s a good time. Reviewing old case files.”
Vance: “It may sound dull, but it’s a useful educational tool. Also helps maintain continuity within the agency. We are responsible for the work performed by our predecessors.”
Gibbs: “Tom Morrow called me about lunch.”
Vance: “Well, he’s not gonna’ have time. Neither will you. Three bodies coming in from the coast guard. Suspected smuggler shot off the coast of Florida. One’s a Navy officer. All the physical evidence is on route to Miss Scuito.”
Gibbs: “I usually like an invite to a crime scene.”
Vance: “It sank in the Gulf of Mexico. You do plan on talking to that girl, don’t ya?”
Gibbs: “Well, she is accused of terrorism. She’ll talk when she’s ready to talk… Hey. You ok?”
Vance: “I think it’s time.”
(He clicks the volume button and they hear the girl saying she will talk to them.)
(Street where girl was scanning)
DiNozzo: “You guys know that when people walk by those signs that say beware pick pocket that they always tap where their wallet is, back pocket, chest, coat. Artistry.”
Ziva: “A would be artist went for my wallet once in Rome.”
DiNozzo: “How’d it turn out for (name in French)?”
McGee: “You need to get the device closer to their wallets, all right? You realize a 22 year old girl had this mastered.”
DiNozzo: “People mature much faster these days, McGee.”
McGee: “Present company excluded. That’s not the guy. Keep going.”
Ziva: “We can not really be sure that because this girl crossed paths with him here yesterday; we will cross paths with him today.”
DiNozzo: “Also can’t be sure that Gibbs will still be swilling coffee when we get back to the office, or you fumble a simple American expression, or that McGee will sleep alone tonight; but people do tend to follow patterns.”
McGee: “Wait. Wait. We got a match. The last person you scanned.”
DiNozzo: “Which one?”
Ziva: “Turning right… popped collar.”
DiNozzo: “Alley on 17th, McGee. Pull the van around. That’s our terrorist.”
McGee: “Whoever this guy is, he gets around. Card’s been used everywhere. From the Middle East to Latin America, to the Caribbean.”
DiNozzo: “Ninja senses tingling?”
Ziva: “NCIS! Drop your weapon.”
DiNozzo: “Hands in the air.”
Ziva: “Put it down.”
Woman: “You put down your weapon.” (In her language): “Malachi, I recognize this woman.”
Malachi: “Hello, Ziva.”
DiNozzo: “Oh Good. The Israelis are back.”
(Still in alley)
DiNozzo: “Liat, Liat. It’s like music.”
Liat: “In Hebrew it means ‘you are the one for me’, Tony.”
DiNozzo: “My name roughly translates to two parts of a leg.”
Ziva: “Liat is one of the most common names in Israel.”
Liat: “Only the grandmothers are named Ziva.”
McGee: “So what brings you to DC?”
Malach: “The cherry blossoms.”
McGee: “That’s in the Spring actually.”
DiNozzo: “Afraid all we have to offer in November are elections and pardoned turkeys. I really like those boots, Liat. I’m not speaking too fast am I?”
Liat: “I understand. You’re very tongue in ear.”
Ziva: “She means tongue in cheek.”
DiNozzo: “Don’t put words in the girls mouth.”
Malachi: “We are on vacation.”
McGee: “Tourists have their pass ports scanned. They don’t carry firearms and clearly, this is the new Ziva.”
Malachi: “In Mossad, your replacement. Did you expect that we would never move on after you left us?”
Ziva: “You left me.”
DiNozzo: “Let’s not get hung up on who’s left who’s right and who’s wrong. Let’s get back to the original question.”
Gibbs: “What’re you doing here?”
DiNozzo: “Hey, Boss. We were just having a pretty good time lying to each other and think that was about to boil off actually.”
Malachi: “If you intend to detain us any longer, I would like to hear a statement of cause.”
Gibbs: “You’re a terrorist.”
Malachi: “That is absurd.”
McGee: “Not according to our Director who saw you coming from a mile away.”
DiNozzo: “Losing your touch, Mal.”
Gibbs: “You’re in the United States illegally.”
Malachi: “You Immigration now, Special Agent Gibbs? Deport us then.”
Gibbs: “Take em’ in. Figure out how they got here.”
Liat: “You do not have to wait for me.”
Ziva: “Outsiders are not allowed to be unaccompanied in this building.”
Liat: “Congratulations on becoming an insider… must be very proud.”
Ziva: “I am.”
Liat: “And your family? How do they feel?”
Ziva: “You know, you were personally selected by my father to fill a vacancy in his roster, the second part is not something you want to covet.”
Liat: “You read up on me.”
Ziva: “You spent 8 months in paramilitary operations helping to develop the new Galeal assault rifle. You won the marksmanship ribbon for your outfit four consecutive times. I have six.”
Liat: “But I’m not done. Benefit of youth. See, I would expect you to look into past conduct; but you seem to only care about my abilities with a gun.”
Ziva: “You have a pet cat named Bill. I happen to like cats.”
Liat: “Still, I feel this measuring contest would be more at home in the men’s room. Don’t you think?”
Gibbs: “Heard you got a shipment in, Duck.”
Ducky: “Yeah. The three bodies we were expecting from the Gulf. You’re fluent in chicken scratch. Perhaps you can make out this scrawl. Maybe some sort of acronym?”
Gibbs: “CIWS. Close in weapons system.”
McGee: “So a Coast Guard cutter opened fire on a pleasure fishing craft? With a Gatlin gun?”
Gibbs: “Claims these guys fired first. Who’s this?”
Ducky: “Captain Caleb Burnette.”
Gibbs: “He was on leave, helping his brother pay the bills. Coast Guard approached three miles off the coast of Florida. Saw crates being thrown overboard, hailed a warning. Then the fireworks.”
McGee: “Gulf coast oil spill wreaked havoc on the fishing business. Turned to smuggling?”
Ducky: “Would you believe that human and animal hair has been found to be one of the most effective agents in cleaning up the oil? I mean, from across the country, over half a million pounds of hair has been donated by barbershops, salons, and pet stores.”
Gibbs: “So the dark haired guy was the shooter.”
Ducky: “According to the Coast Guard report, but they may have that wrong. Abby didn’t find any gun shot residue on this mans hands.”
Gibbs: “What else did CGIS miss?”
Ducky: “Well, I found an anomaly in the back of this mans skull. Large caliber rounds would inflict this sort of damage. But not that small hole, and that, is stippling.”
Gibbs: “I got no clue what they were smuggling.”
McGee: “Port of origin was near Havana. Maybe they were smuggling cigars… drugs. Drugs are always good.”
Ducky: “Pirates do like rum.”
Gibbs: “It’s not a guessing game.”
Gibbs: “Tell me you got something, Abs.”
Abby: “Well, I got a lot, Gibbs. I mean, with our mystery smugglers and our Mossad operatives and their dark clothing sticking to the shadows.”
Gibbs: “Yeah. Cuz’ that hasn’t got old.”
Abby: “Black on black never goes out of style, Gibbs. Just so you know. But it would be nice if they would play things ya’ know above the board every once in awhile. Although, last time Netenuhu was in town, they did everything according to standard protocol and then the airlines lost a bag of his advance team’s guns. Personally, I don’t like losing things. Did I just give you a clue?”
Gibbs: “It’s what you do, Abs.”
Abby: “Then let me give you more. These are the slugs pulled from the boat. There’s a hand full of nine millimeters mixed in with the coast guards twenty mil big boys. It’s kind of a bad idea to shoot at a cutter with a nine millimeter. It’s like trying to put out a forest fire with a super soaker, right?.. right, um, so, I went through all three of our victims and there’s no corresponding GSR.”
Gibbs: “Smugglers never fired a shot.”
Abby: “Well not these guys. But a nine millimeter might match the anomaly that Ducky found in the Captain’s skull at close range.”
Gibbs: “Captain and crew were executed on the boat. Shooter fires at the cutter, goes into the water with the crates.”
Abby: “Empty… which suggests that whatever was being smuggled has floated away.”
Gibbs: “Or... whoever, swam away… breathing holes.”
Abby: “Somebody could’ve gotten caught trying to sneak somebody into the country and then those somebody’s…."
Gibbs: “Are still unaccounted for. Crew was killed as a smoke screen. Then they swam to shore the last three miles under cover of night. ”
Abby: “That’s dark… even for black on black.”
Gibbs: “You know about the three bodies downstairs killed in transit from Cuba to Florida?”
Malachi: “Why would we?”
Gibbs: “Don’t. Their murder was a distraction to occupy the Coast Guard on the surface while their cargo swam to shore.”
Ziva: “You killed Americans?... to get here?”
Gibbs: “Your boss did not send you here to kill smugglers. Who were in the crates? Who’re you tracking?”
Malachi: “Three members of a Palestinian terror network.”
Gibbs: “You follow them from Cuba?”
Ziva: “Then why do you search for them in DC?”
Gibbs: “They’re not. They’re a step ahead of the assassins already. They’re an advance team.”
Liat: “You’re right. They are assassins. And this is where their target will be.”
Ziva: “Who is their target?”
Malachi: “Your father is coming. He’ll be here in two days.”
Ziva: “My father has not left Israeli soil in 12 years.”
Liat: “We are not lying.”
Gibbs: “We got three killers to find. You get Dinozzo and McGee caught up. Then stock up. It’s gonna’ be a long night.” (A dark car pulls up.) Officer Hadar, you almost made me spill my coffee.”
Hadar: “Americans. You can never just say hello.”
Gibbs: “How about shalom...hello and goodbye.”
Hadar: “And peace, Agent Gibbs.”
Gibbs: (turns) “Not a lot of that when you’re around.”
Hadar: “Do you have a minute to sit down with my Director? Please. Come with me. He is waiting for you.”
Eli David: “Tea and coffee. There was a time when this conversation would take place over something a bit more exciting.”
Gibbs: “Well, I’m still on the clock. No one’s stopping you.”
Eli David: “But along with several other vices, drinking is now part of my past.”
Gibbs: “You know what they saw about a man with no vices.”
Eli David: “Yes. He has incredibly annoying virtues.”
Gibbs: “Which one brings you to town?”
Eli David: “Loyalty. I was summoned. Vance’s review of the international case files. And his request for contributions from every NCIS Director.”
Gibbs: “Not every Director.”
Eli David: “No. Not Jenny Shepherd. She was truly responsible for bringing our organizations together… and for bringing my daughter into your life. But, I am not here for her.”
Gibbs: “For Ziva.”
Eli David: “Yes.”
Gibbs: “You’re not here for Ziva, she has a name.”
Eli David: “I am aware. I gave it to her.”
Gibbs: “Director Vance has a suite at the Fremont. He’s got a system, where he can video conference any agent, who couldn’t attend personally. You didn’t have to make the trip.”
Eli David: “There is a case.”
Eli David: “Then you do know.”
Gibbs: “Just bits and pieces.”
Eli David: “For the first time, all parties involved will peel back the veil.”
Gibbs: “This a witch hunt? . with you wearing the pointy hat?”
Eli David: “It may be necessary for me to defend myself.”
Gibbs: “Need a lot of that.”
Eli David: “The assassins. I am surprised and not unimpressed that they have made it this far. But I am not concerned. My people will ensure my safety."
Gibbs: "Nope already got three bodies on the slab. You shoulda’ told us you were coming. But like it or not. Protecting you is my responsibility.”
Eli David: “A joint effort I think.”
Malachi: “The three remaining members of the Palestinian Resistance Front. A ?anit? group responsible for many Israeli deaths. We spent years tracking them.”
DiNozzo: “And still there are three. ..hmph.”
Malachi: “Now there are only three. I assure you when they started there were many more. Karif Yasin, explosive expert… Ramsi Ashor, Intel specialist… Abasi El Masri, their leader. Masri is trained in ?? weaponry and has a degree in advanced engineering.”
DiNozzo: “I don’t care how many degrees he has. If he’s serious about assassinating Eli, he’s gonna’ need something more than a pistol.”
Ziva: “Tony, it is not about the size of the gun.”
Liat: “It is about the will of the shooter. We will make sure they do not succeed. If necessary, we will place ourselves in the line of fire.”
DiNozzo: “All someone needs is the willingness to trade his life for mine. Ya’ know, In The Line of Fire.”
McGee: “Kennedy said that.”
DiNozzo: “Why don’t you just memorize your lines and don’t bump into the furniture McBartlett. Spencer Tracy said that.”
McGee: “Why isn’t Secret Service or the state department handling Director David’s protection detail?”
Malachi: “The Director does not want anyone to know he’s coming.”
DiNozzo: “Bang up job I’d say.”
Ziva: “How did they find out?”
DiNozzo: “What? No big fat lie ready to go? You really don’t know.”
Ben: “Which case files are we looking at? Are we talking 1988 or ’98?”
Vance: “We finished ’88 about an hour ago, Ben. You’ll consult your schedule, you’ll also notice the upcoming lunch break. If the rest of us could wait…”
Ben: “The rest of you are on the East coast, Leon. It’s breakfast time in Massillon.”
Woman: “Hey. It’s dinner time here and I’m holding off. Plus, I am dangerously close to missing my dinner reservation.”
Vance: “Alright. If you’ll open the file code name Leviathan, uh, for the record, I was not involved directly in that case. So, any observations I have about it are purely impartial.”
Riley: “Dam it, brought the wrong cane; other cane’s got the flask….
Gibbs: “Hey. Riley. Where’d they dig you up? This’ll keep ya’ sharper.”
Riley: “Oh, please. The coffee here is weaker than a Frenchman’s handshake. You ever heard of Tristan De Cunha?”
Gibbs: “Uh.. uh.”
Riley: “Neither did the rest of the world or so I thought. In the Archipelago in the South Atlantic, I was building a mission there… haven’t installed the phone lines yet.”
Vance: “Former Agent McAllister will take over while I take a short break.”
Riley to Gibbs: “Look at this. I get to play school teacher again. Alright everybody, shut up. Robinson, put those playbooks away… Nelson, feet off the table.”
Nelson: “My bad…forgot you can see me.”
Riley: “How you doin’ Roy?”
Gibbs to Vance: “Bodies from the Gulf were all executed at close range.”
Vance: “By whom? Not the Coast Guard.”
Gibbs: “Three Palestinians they were smuggling into the United States. Amsterdam on today’s docket, Leon?”
Vance: “Not ‘til Friday. Eli’s here already isn’t he?”
Gibbs: “You knew he’d come.”
Vance: “You dangle the right bait, you can catch any game. Palestinians are following the same logic.”
Gibbs: “Chasing Eli.”
Vance: “That was unexpected. We got to find them first. Then, we need to get on Eli’s protection detail. I know he’s gonna’ make it miserable for us.”
Gibbs: “Got McGee babysitting him at a safe house. We’re gonna’ drill to secure the hotel.”
Vance: “Good. How’s our own David handling it?”
Gibbs: “Her father left her to die in a desert.”
Vance: “So it’s a problem.”
Gibbs: “Would be for me. Won’t be for Ziva.”
Ziva: “Sniper across the street would have a shot from any room on this side.”
Liat: “Chemical agent could be disseminated through the air ducts. Take out a whole floor.”
Ziva: “Could spiral down from the roof. Too many access points to cover.”
DiNozzo to Malachi: “Nobody protects you quite like a trained killer.”
Malachi: “They certainly know all the moves.”
DiNozzo: “How long have you and Liat been together as partners? You must be her first. Partner, I mean.”
Malachi: “She is young. What she lacks in experience she makes up for with a passion unlike any I’ve never seen.”
DiNozzo: “Am I, sensing something between the two of you?”
Malachi: “Nothing serious.”
DiNozzo: “You haven’t slept together then?”
Malach:, “No. Of course we are sleeping together. It’s just nothing serious.”
DiNozzo: “Got to get back to Israel.”
Malachi: “Next year, Jerusalem, my friend.”
Ziva: “Given my fathers many enemies, we would have been better served with advance notice.”
Liat: “Do you include yourself… among his enemies. I’m doing a threat assessment. I wonder if protecting his life is an appropriate assignment for you.”
Ziva: “Let us find out. We will walk the garage approach. I will play my father. You will try to kill me.”
Ziva: “Out front, we are too visible. We are assessing feasibility of a subterranean approach. The corridor is primary, service entrance secondary. It is the best way to predict all possible attack angles, Gibbs. I will be playing my father. Tony, Malachi, and Liat are the assassins.”
Gibbs: “Ok. Your father has a body guard. So, follow me, Director David.”
Ziva: “We do not like that area because of the vulnerability at the apex.” They continue walking. West side, last car on the left.”
Gibbs: (raises laser gun. A red dot appears on DiNozzo) “Oh, come on.”
Ziva: “There are different techniques for protecting a young man and an older man. I would imagine he would move more slowly than he once did.”
Gibbs: (raises ‘gun’ and a red dot appears on Malachi as he sits up) “Convertible.”
Ziva: “One more shooter left. (Tires are heard). Truck.”
Liat: “A three man team is one thing. But we should not be so naive as to assume it means only three guns. I’m dead. But so are you.”
McGee: “Well, I’ve had a very educational morning.”
DiNozzo: “Good, cuz’ Liat killed Gibbs and Ziva… Mmm…meatballs.”
Ziva: “We killed you first, Tony.”
DiNozzo: “Oh, I’ve seen it a million times. The pretty popular girl gets jealous when the hot, new transfer comes in and steals all the spot light. Well, it’s pretty much the staple of every high school movie of the seventies and eighties. Heathers… Fast Times….”
Gibbs: “Who got jealous in Fast Times?” God, I like Phoebe Cates. What did Eli David have to say?”
McGee: “Well, he said in Israel they call Backgammon - Shashbase. But I actually did learn something. Turns out that before becoming Eli’s personal cleaner and right hand man, Officer Amid Hadar infiltrated the PRF. Now he said their Intel guy, Ashor, was preoccupied with American transports down the east coast. He thinks there gonna’ go for the fire power before they take their shot.”
Gibbs: “It’s a good theory.”
DiNozzo: “Tim. (???)
McGee: “Now the Palestinians last known location is a thousand miles just south of DC. Now every major and minor airport in between has their photos posted. I’ve got alerts at the train stations, bus stations, local LEOS up and down the coast as well as any and all hardware shipments commercial or military. I have hung a net.”
Ziva: “I do not know who Annette is or why you are so proud of killing her.”
McGee: “No. What I mean is if they make a move, we’re gonna’ know about it.”
DiNozzo: (on phone) “DiNozzo.. Alright. Send a manifest. We’re on our way. Transport truck just got hijacked near Fort A P Hill… army contractor.”
McGee: “Well, see? We know about it.”
Vance: (on phone) “Take over the investigation of the weapons hijacking. It’s connected to our terrorist pursuit.”
Gibbs: “El Masri’s got his weapons. He just needs a window.”
Vance: “Then let’s make sure there all tightly shut.”
Gibbs: “You ever consider ??? Eli David as tempting as that may be to facilitate.”
Vance: “I don’t want to have to explain to the people in this room that my team can’t secure a hotel from three terrorists.”
Gibbs: “Leon, if this is a matter of pride..”
Vance: “It’s a matter of principal, Gibbs. We stand on their shoulders. These people built the integrity of NCIS. They did their work honorably, consistently, and transparently. And I’ll be damned if that’s gonna’ change on my watch.”
Gibbs: “There something going on I should know about?”
Vance: “No, Gibbs. Everything’s just fine. We’ll be covering the first chapters of my career. I’ll bet you’d just love to have a committee of people who had, wanted, or actively want your job combing through mistakes you made when you were twenty-seven.”
Gibbs: “Yeah. So why do it?”
Vance: “Protect the guy we invited. Find the ones we didn’t. You got any more questions, ask Eli.” (He hangs up)
McGee: “Ziva. Besides the CROW, how many carbines?”
Ziva: “Uh. Five were still in the truck. That leaves the hijackers with six sig sours. Uck.”
McGee: “Seven assault rifles, an XM320 grenade launcher, body armor, and a spike antitank guided missile. Stacking up to be a lot less precision attempt and more Wiley Coyote. You know. More and more elaborate out of proportion tactics. Did you know Wiley Coyote was based on a character out of a Mark Twain book? It’s true. Twain described the coyote as a living breathing allegory of want.”
Gibbs: “The ?? of the three we’re looking for.”
McGee: “Did the Director agree to a change in venue?”
Gibbs: “Nah, The conference stays put. I guess he’d rather we do our jobs.”
McGee: “Alright now, Boss. This is the thing that we need to really, really worry about. It’s a lighter modified version of the common remotely operated weapon.”
Ziva: “It has a thermal imaging system, state of the art sensor and camera. CROW can be equipped with multiple machine guns, mounted and controlled off ????? Liat demonstrated.”
McGee: “Now. I can bring up the map.”
DiNozzo: “Boss. Hi guys. Just found a stolen car abandoned in Friendship Heights. Looks like the one the Palestinians used in the hijacking. Had it towed in.”
Ziva: “Eh. What is that smell?”
Abby: “Well, I’ve got every reason to believe that these guys didn’t leave this car from the time they stole it.”
Ziva: “That was two days ago in Florida.”
Abby: “It’s wracked up a lot of mileage since then. It’s an old model so there’s no GPS so I can’t determine their exact route but I would wager that it was an interstates old school with a twist. Did any of them have an engineering background?”
Ziva: “Yes. The leader, El Masri.”
Abby: “Looks like he rigged this up on the fly with parts you can get at a truck stop. It’s a refueling system.”
Ziva: “They did not stop no more than they absolutely had to.”
Abby: “I pulled some hair samples. I’m certain they’re going to correspond with the hair samples from the crates. I mean, it’s the same guys.”
Ziva: “Yes. These men are hunters.”
Abby: “Yeah. And if you’ve ever spent an entire day in a deer blind you know that you do not want to open those. Eww. You should see your Dad.”
Ziva: “How would that help the case?”
Abby: “It wouldn’t. Have you even spoken to him?”
Ziva: “What does it matter to you?”
Abby: “Do you think it’s just by chance that he came back into your life? I mean what about Gibbs and his father and Tony? Just, there comes a point ya’ know in your lifetime where they come back into your life because they matter to you. And because you matter to him. I mean I suppose it sounds complicated but believe me, it’s not nearly as complicated as knowing that they’re never ever gonna’ come back again.”
McGee: “All units report.”
DiNozzo: “Position one. All clear.”
Ziva: “Position 2, possible vehicle match at the end of the street.”
McGee: “Liat. You’re on it.”
Liat: “On my way.”
McGee: “Alright. Running plates. Liat, check it out.”
Liat: “I’m here.”
McGee: “I got to hand it to your father, Ziva. He doesn’t know how many guns trained on him right now and he’s completely oblivious.”
Ziva: “No. He’s aware. He’s always aware of what he does. Not caring about the consequences is what makes him who he is.”
McGee: “Plates are stolen. Liat, you got a visual?”
Liat: “Position 3, car’s empty.”
Malachi: “Liat, to your 6 o’clock. I have a visual on Ramsi Ashor. I’ve got no shot.”
Gibbs: “What about the other 2?”
McGee: “Liat’s got a bead on one. Searching for the others.”
Ziva: “I see the second one, Yasim. Gibbs, take cover.”
Gibbs: (shoves Eli into cover) “Move. Now.”
Liat: “Out of the way.” (Crowd runs) Liat fires. “Drop your weapon.”
Gibbs: “Ziva. Talk to me.”
Ziva: (to Yasim) “You tell me where is he. Where is the third?”
Ziva: “You did good.”
Liat: “Did I? So did you.”
Yasim: “You consider yourself heroic? This is a minor interruption. Any David will be illuminated. Interrogation is a waste of time. I can withstand anything you do. I will not reveal anything.”
Gibbs: “Yeah, I know. Where’s El Masri?”
Yasim: “You could not possibly know the sort David is.”
Gibbs: “Oh yeah. He’s an awful son of a b***h. Everybody knows that. I’m still not gonna’ let you murder him.”
Yasim: “It’s not murder. It’s war. I pity you Americans because you inherited it. You try to reason your way into it economically, politically, theoretically. But we have seen the blood. We have heard the cries. Our war is here.”
Gibbs: “You two were on patrol. You left El Masri alone. No backup. No support. Nothing but a pile of stolen weapons. So is that where he is? He’s placing weapons. Do you know where Eli David is supposed to be today?”
Yasim: “The answer to both is the same. ???? being lying dead in the street. And Abasi El Masri will be standing over him.”
David: “This is incredible… pretzel with peanut butter inside. This is American ingenuity.”
Vance: “I should cancel that conference.”
David: “Not on my account.”
Vance: “It’s not just your safety I’m concerned about Eli. I’m responsible for all the members of that committee. You really screwed me here.”
David: “Do you think I wanted the assassins to follow me?”
Vance: “I think you told em’ where to find you.”
David: “He is a splinter in my toe, Leon. He has been for years. If I do not extract him now, it could become infected.”
Vance: “That’s nasty, Eli.”
David: “Yet, illustrative.”
Vance: “Couple of the former Directors are saying that this chaos is the result of bad blood between you and me. They’re saying that once we get to the subject of Amsterdam, it will be about one of us trying to make the other one look bad.”
David: “But you and I know better.”
Vance: “I never wanted to revisit this in the first place.”
David: “Leon. Your first mission in Amsterdam. It was the beginning of your career. We gave you a life but you should want to know if it was not all just a lie. They are all here Leon. I have delivered you each and every man and woman everyone who knows everything. Now, you must be courageous and learn the truth.”
Vance: “El Masri’s gonna try and kill you before that happens. You know that. No matter how many resources we put in his way.”
David: “Let him come. He is one. We are many. And our people are supposed to be better. If he manages to get through and to kill me, I wouldn’t want to go on anyway.”
Eli David: “I understand you volunteered for this detail.”
Ziva, “Yes. To protect my Director.”
Eli David: “Oh… Alright. Let’s go.”
Ziva: “That is all you are going to say to me?”
Eli David: “What is the point? I know this face. You made the same one when I told my brother he could not buy you a pony.”
Eli David: “Ziva, if you want to talk. We will talk. I’m not going to beg.”
Ziva: “Why not? You know, confronted with the prospect of your own death, another man..”
Eli David: “A lesser man.”
Ziva: “A human man… would want to.”
Eli David: “Ziva. You are not dead. You are living your life. Making your choices. If you choose to let me be part of your life I would welcome that with open arms. I am saddled with responsibilities that you could not possibly fathom. The safety of a nation. When every one of our neighbors want us dead. I don’t have the luxury of allowing my feelings to dictate my actions.”
Ziva: “You do not have any feelings.”
Eli David: “I have no feelings? There was a time, Ziva, when I was quite different. When my house was filled with the sound of children laughing… You, and Ari… and Tali. There was a time, Ziva. Yes.”
Hadar: "His heart is hidden for a reason.”
Gibbs: “Anybody got anything?”
DiNozzo: “Nothin yet, Boss.”
Gibbs: “Keep lookin.”
McGee: “If El Masri set up any attack positions, we’ll find them. Malachi. Notice that laundry van that’s been parked there forever?.... Uh, Boss. We found El Masri’s fixed remote gun position.”
Malachi: (shuts it down) “This is sloppy. He had to know we’d make a perimeter sweep.”
Gibbs; “Ziva, divert your approach to the service entrance.”
Ziva: “Copy that, McGee. Diverting to secondary.”
Vance: “Most fathers teach their daughters how to drive. I have you to blame for this?”
Eli David: “This she learned from her mother.”
Hadar: “This the only alternative?”
Ziva: “It is now.” (a red light appears.) “Get back!!” (bullets thunk into things) Get him to the safe house!”
Eli David stops crawling: “Ziva!!!”
Hadar : (opens car door) “Get in. Get in. Let’s go.”
Riley: (to Tony) “What the heck’s goin on out there?”
Lady: “Sounds like WW III.”
DiNozzo: “Ok. Everyone just calm down.”
Lady: “We are calm. You’re yelling.”
DiNozzo: :There was a …threat. It has been assessed, confronted, and dealt with, in a fashion.”
Riley: “Son, we’ve all been behind the curtain. We know how it goes.”
DiNozzo: “Dead bad guy. The end.”
Riley: “Ok then.”
DiNozzo: “I don’t think a round of applause would be too out of line.” (They look at him funny.) “It was a joke.”
Riley: “Agent Gibbs. Everything secure?”
Gibbs: “Yeah. Hadar. Report.”
DiNozzo: “You ok?”
Gibbs: “Hadar… Come in.”
Ziva: “They should be back at the safe house by now.”
Gibbs: “Hadar.. Acknowledge….. Leon. Are ya there? Anyone?” … “Eli.”
Ziva: “What’s happened?”
|Episode 8.9: Enemies Domestic|
| Continuing on from last episode Enemies Foreign…..A radio is in view and you hear Gibbs voice saying, “Hadar acknowledge”. Gibbs: ‘Leon’… coughing is heard…then Vance comes into view. He is lying on the floor, and his vision is blurred. There are holes in all the walls and door. Vance (has flashes of memory): “I can’t believe that happened.” (Flashback and you see a younger Vance in another room strewn with shrapnel and two dead men.) Someone’s footsteps are heard. Vance looks for his gun. It’s on the floor not far from him. He reaches for it and grabs it with a very shaky hand. He points the gun towards the door and it opens. His hand drops. |
Gibbs: “Leon…Leon.” (He turns Vance over.)
Vance: (groans loudly in pain) “You’re crazy.”
Gibbs: (grabs his head and slaps his cheek) “Hey. Come on, come on. Look at me… Look at me.”
Vance: “I can’t believe that happened again.” (Gibbs sees all the blood and puts his hands over the area as Vance falls back flat to the floor.)
Gibbs: “Come on, Leon. Stay with me.”
Nurse: “Possible perforated organs, lacerated spleen, and he’s loosing blood fast.”
Vance: (through oxygen mask) “My wife.”
Nurse: “BP is at 90 over 40 Doctor. Pulse aux is 80% and falling… liters O2.”
Vance: “My wife.”
Leon in 1991 at Naval War College, Rhode Island. He is walking on campus listening to music with headset.
A woman: “Hey, hey. Wow. I never had to work so hard to get someone’s attention.”
Leon takes off his headphones.
Special Agent Whitney Sharp: (She hands him a card) “Naval Investigative Service. Hey, mouth closed kiddo or the bugs’ll get in. You got a minute to talk?”
Leon: “No. I’m late for class.”
Whitney Sharp: “No you’re not. You just finished your combat philosophy seminar and you have about a two hour window until advanced cryptography.”
Leon: “Which I plan to spend in the computer lab.”
Whitney Sharp: “Well, make another plan, Leon.”
Leon: “Look lady.”
Whitney Sharp: “Whitney.”
Leon: “Alright, look Whitney.”
Whitney Sharp: “Or, Special Agent Sharp.”
Leon: “Look, Special Agent Sharp. You can follow me around. You can bat your eyes at me. You can chuck me on the chin if you’d like. I don’t know who taught you that’s how you get a man, but it’s not gonna’ get you me.”
Whitney Sharp: “You know when a suspect prefaces what he’s about to say with look or hear or so, it usually means he feels boxed into a corner. And I don’t want you to feel that way. Especially if we might be working together.”
Leon: “You want me to be a Navy cop?”
Whitney Sharp: “NIS has been watching you. And we feel like you might be a perfect fit for an operation we’re planning. That is of course if you are done with the whole no friends, no connections, single lone wolf thing. We do know everything about you.”
Leon: “Single? I got a girl friend.”
Vance: “My wife.” (takes off oxygen mask) “Stop! Gibbs, call my wife. I want full protective detail for my family.”
Gibbs: “Done. Can you remember anything, Leon? Where’d Eli David go?”
Nurse: “BP’s 70 over 30..”
Doctor: “That’s it, conversations over.”
Vance: “You’re in charge, Gibbs.”
Gibbs: “I’m not you, Leon.”
Vance: “I trust you, Gibbs.”
McGee: “Boss, I don’t understand it. Every other member of the Palestinian Liberation Front is dead. Karif Yasin is the only one still alive and he’s in custody.”
Gibbs: “Call Tony. Call Ziva. Lock down the crime scene. Process and canvas. Shut down Vance’s conference. Transfer everyone back to the Navy yard.”
McGee: “Got it. Anything else?”
Gibbs: “Yasin. Get him back in interrogation. Find out what the hell we missed.”
Malachi: “Hadar must have had no warning.”
Liat: “Someone is going to pay for this Amit.”
Malachi: “Possible shotgun blast.”
Liat: “Multiple sources indicate multiple shooters. You know, our safe house in Tel Aviv is a concrete bunker one hundred feet below ground.”
Ziva: “Meaning this would not have happened there. Because there is never any violence in Israel.”
Liat: “Hadar is dead. We’re operating under NCIS protocol.”
Ziva: “Are you blaming me?”
Malachi: “Liat… focus.”
DiNozzo: “Three men walk into a room. One ends up in the morgue, one in the hospital, only leaves one we can do anything about.”
Ziva: “The blood trail leads to the back room.”
DiNozzo: “First priority. Type and match to confirm it belongs to Eli David.”
Malachi: “Well, it has to be his or his kidnapper.”
Liat: “Why do you assume he was kidnapped?”
Ziva: “Because it is the only option where my father is still alive.”
Doctor: “Retractor. Suction. Thank you. Forceps. There are fragments everywhere. Anything I touch starts bleeding. We’re gonna need to clamp that off.”
(Flashback – Its 1991 in Washinton DC)
Leon is at a newspaper machine. He puts money in, flips through the papers, leaves something, takes a paper and walks away. Whitney comes up and gets a paper and takes the object Leon had placed in between the papers.)
Whitney: “Don’t stand there and admire your work. You’ve been doing this for six weeks. You’re supposed to be able to execute a basic dead drop.”
Leon: “When you gonna tell me what my op is?”
Whitney: “When we’re alone. Don’t look… while we walk. I’ll tell you when I think you’re ready.”
Leon: “When you’re done molding me out of clay.”
Whitney: “If you were malleable and soft, I never would’ve accepted you. I work in marble. Like Michelangelo. You ever been to Italy?”
Leon: “No. I’ve never been outta the US. I don’t even have a passport.”
Whitney: “Right hand.”
(A man walks up and bumps into Leon) “Oh. Excuse me.”
Leon looks down at his passport.
Whitney: “You leave tomorrow.”
Leon: “I’m going to Europe?”
Whitney: (hands him a folder) “Amsterdam.” (The folder has ‘Trident’ written on it.)
McGee: “Everybody, remember there is water in the conference room. I’ve rewired the plasma so it has satellite TV. Thank you.”
Whitney: “It’s like herding cats, huh, Agent McGee.”
McGee: “I don’t like it at all Agent Sharp. I have a dozen other retired agents. I have Branch, I’ve got Morrow, I’ve got Nedrow, I’ve got more Directors than the front row of the Oscars. So, any help you can give me, please.”
Whitney: “You’re missing one.”
Gibbs: “McGee… witness statements.”
McGee: “Yeah. People heard the blast but no one saw anything. Tony and Ziva are following a blood trail. The thinking is Eli was abducted.”
Gibbs: “Making Vance and Hadar collateral damage. Karif Yasin.”
McGee: “Well, last of the Mohicans is in route but the timing doesn’t compute. We were on him, Boss. They didn’t make that safe house. It had to be someone else.”
McGee: “Oh no, Agent McAllister. Now remember, you’re supposed to ask me before using the men’s room.”
Riley: “Shut up. Permission to smack your boy with my cane, Gibbs.”
Riley: (taps the boxes of folders with his cane) “I guess secret goes out the window.. it’s evidence in a murder.”
Gibbs: “Or a kidnapping. Eli David is missing.”
Riley: “Missing doesn’t necessarily mean kidnapped. Attacking an NCIS safe house requires inside information. Given this little conference was destined to become a shouting match between Vance and Eli. I mean, he could be a victim.” What I know of the man, makes more sense..”
Gibbs: “If Eli David was a suspect even with his own body guard dead.”
Riley: “You mean his only witness. I’m just spit ballin’. Heck, it wouldn’t be the first time Eli tried to kill Vance.” (Riley picks up a folder) “I’d start here.”
Gibbs: “Operation Trident.” (The folder shows Leon Vance and Amsterdam.)
(Flashback 1991 Amsterdam)
Leon walks around a corner.
Riley: (watching him with a camera) “God bless it. Look at this. Hey! American.”
Leon: (turns around) “Who? Me?”
Riley: “It’s ok. Come on over. I’m McAllister.”
Riley: “You can cut out the Agent 13 bit.”
Leon: “I don’t know what that means.”
Riley: “Get Smart. Control's master of camouflage…forget it. Listen, you’re supposed to stick out, not blend in. Put on the uniform. Make it easy for this guy to find ya’. We’re still working on a last name. We’ll just call him ‘The Russian’.”
Leon: “The Soviet Union is crumbling. What’s Russian Intelligence Services doing in Holland?”
Riley: “You tell me.”
Leon: “Port of Amsterdam is a major docking point for most ships throughout Europe. Down to South Africa, Middle East. He bribes sailors to gain foreign Intel.”
Riley: “Well, junior varsity made a play.”
Leon: “I’ve been studying the Middle East. I figure we’re gonna’ be heavily involved down there for awhile.”
Riley: “Nah. Yesterday’s news. Playing field’s changing a bit but Hussein and Iraq are down for the count. Anybody’s gonna’ get up off the map, it’s the Iron Curtain. The reds just want us to think the cold war is over. That’s your Russian.”
Leon: “I’ll find him.”
Riley: “How hard is this to get? Just be yourself. Stop and smell the tulips. Visit the Heineken Brewery. Go see Ann Franks house. Not in that order.”
Leon: “The Russian’ll find you. Alright. How do I get in touch with you?”
Riley: “I’ll be watching.”
Liat: “Look at the distance between blood drops. He was walking.”
Ziva: “Torn fabric.”
DiNozzo: “Heather grey… Eli’s suit.”
Liat: “He made a tourniquet to take care of his wounds. He was not abducted.”
Ziva: “No. He fled the scene.”
Liat: “No. He eluded his attackers.”
Malachi: “He left us a trail to follow. Maybe he left us more.”
DiNozzo: (on phone) “DiNozzo. Yeah, Boss. Uh… Well. We’ve got a theory. Eli’s on the lamb…”
Liat: (finds a message in some sand and slides her foot over the message and only leaves part of it) “Here’s something. Director David has left us a message.”
DiNozzo: “What’s that?”
Malachi: “It is the Hebrew word 'biat'. It means house or home.”
DiNozzo: “Oh. So he’s walking all the way home to Israel.”
Liat: “More likely the Israeli Embassy.”
DiNozzo: “House. Well, you know there is a House of Pancakes down the street. And also House of Pies and a donut house.”
Ziva: “My father needs medical attention. We should split up. Cover each possibility.”
DiNozzo: “Listen. You’re gonna’ have to go on your own because Gibbs wants me to..”
Ziva: “Tony. Do you know what a golem is?"
DiNozzo: “Creepy schizophrenic creature from Lord of the Rings?”
Ziva: “No. That’s golem. A golem is a supernatural being from Jewish folklore. He was created from God to protect the Jews. The mystics etched the word amet into the monsters forehead. When the monsters task was completed, the letter alif was scratched out changing the word to met. Do you understand what I’m saying?”
DiNozzo: “Yeah. Liat pulled a golem. She erased a letter.”
Ziva: “Liat is an overachiever. She erased the entire word.”
DiNozzo: “You’re not going to the House of Pancakes are ya?”
Whitney: “Hello, Dr. Mallard.”
Ducky: “Mrs. Sharp.”
Whitney: “I was sorry to hear about your mother. Though she hated me, I knew that you cared for her deeply.”
Ducky: “I appreciate your condolences. And, you have mine regarding your husband.”
Whitney: “He detested you.”
Ducky: “And I him. But I’m not the kind of man to spit on another’s grave.”
Whitney: “Oh, I think I know exactly the kind of man you are.”
Ducky: “One moment of weakness does not define ones character.”
Whitney: “Doesn’t it?” (Gibbs and Tony arrive) Agent Gibbs, any chance of removing that protective detail? Its feeling a little crowded in the building.”
Gibbs: “See what I can do.”
Whitney: (to Ducky) “Always a pleasure, Doctor.”
DiNozzo: “Oh. Coulda’ hung a sock on the door.”
Ducky: “There’s no knob.”
Gibbs: “Cause of death.”
Ducky: “Catastrophic damage to the heart in addition to massive blood loss and organ trauma. The entry wounds are all to the back and sides.”
DiNozzo: “Strange mix for a twelve gauge.”
Ducky: “These don’t match any shotgun I’ve seen. But I can confirm the blast had an upward trajectory. You know, Jethro, the dispersal pattern and the volume, they more closely resemble an improvised explosive devise.”
DiNozzo: “Would explain the hand full of nails and plastic.”
Gibbs: “Haven’t had time to finish processing the scene. Tracking Eli the elusive became top priority.”
Ducky: “Well, Hadar died defending him.”
Leon is in a sailor uniform walking around with a camera.
A man sitting at a table: “Offer you a smoke? I like to sprinkle a little hashish into my marijuana. It’s too soft for the locals but not for an American.”
Leon: “I don’t know who you are man, but if you’re buying, I’ll take an espresso.”
Man: “Please.” (Leon takes a picture of him as he sits.) Coffee for my friend. I don’t know how you drink that stuff, repulses me.”
Leon: “So, what wakes an Israeli up in the morning?”
Eli: “My wife. Although, not for several months. I’m Eli.”
Leon: “Leon.” (They shake hands.)
Eli David: “Leon. Like ying and yang.”
Leon: (to waiter) “Thank you.”
Eli David: “Leon. You would not turn down a piece of free advice about this town because you are new here.”
Leon: “Well, I’m only gonna’ be docked here for a few days.”
Eli David: “Why would a sailor on leave want to keep his mind sharp Leon. The Russian will realize you are not what he wants. Then, his men will kill you. Go back to the boat. Or you are a dead man.”
Abby: “The Director is lucky to be alive, McGee. There were three separate blasts. But the diffusion is rectangular instead of round. I also found traces of sulfur, charcoal, ammonium nitrate, and potassium hydroxide. So, the murder weapon was a series of claymore type directional mines.”
McGee: “Safe house was booby trapped.”
Abby: “Yeah. It was wired from the inside so the opening and closing of the door pulled the pin.”
McGee: “Duty roster on the safe house shows that it was only vacant and locked down for a half hour prior to the conference.”
Abby: “But it wouldn’t take very long to rig if they had built it in advance. I mean. It’s not really hard to improvise either. The only challenging ingredient to find is a blasting cap.”
McGee: “We’ll cross reference hardware stores with chemistry supply shops. Maybe we can get a lead on who built the things. Ok, Abby. I’m gonna need ..”
Abby: (hands him a paper) “A shopping list?”
McGee: “Thanks. G100 grade ball bearings, 12 penny nails, plastic casing, copper wire, electrical tape.”
Abby: “And, with a little bit of ingenuity. You too, can build one of these. A claymore mine, McGyver.”
Abby: “Been keeping that one in my back pocket for awhile.”
Riley: (Looking at photo of Eli David that Leon took) “We call him Magan David. The Star of David. Rocketed up the ranks of Mossad. Report says that David is voluntary inactive. Went off the deep end after his wife dissed him for somebody else. I guess he came here to smoke the pain away and make threats.”
Leon: “Nah. It didn’t feel like a threat. Felt like a warning. He said the Russian’s team would kill me if they figured out who I was working for. Does he know more about the Russian than we do?”
Riley: “If the Russian were as dangerous as David said, the home office would’ve never sent someone so green. Look at me. You got a knack for this, but if you want out of the game…”
Leon: “I got to be me.”
Riley: “Be you.”
(Leon opens an envelope Riley give him and its a gun.)
Malachi: “Liat, search the right side. I’m gonna check the back.”
Ziva: (calls loudly) “The second word was kinesit. The word you removed. Biat kinesit. The nearest synagogue. But just one question. Why did you not trust me?”
Liat: “You’re not with us.”
Ziva: “Abba, show yourself!”
Liat” “Are you an idiot?”
Ziva: “We’re not looking for the ??? man. He can hear us if we call him.”
Liat: “Yes, but we don’t know who else might hear.”
Ziva: (yells) “Abba!”
Liat: (grabs Ziva’s shoulder) “Stop!” (A fight ensues).
Leon sees Eli David talking to a Russian.
Eli David: “I have a problem that the Americans have orders to kill him.”
Russian: “I know.”
(Liat and Ziva are fighting.)
Eli David comes out: “Stop this! What’re you doing?”
Zivato Eli: “He’s coming with me, Malachi.”
Liat: “He’s not going anywhere.”
Eli David: “Liat. You do not answer for me.”
Ziva: “Hadar is dead. Director Vance is nearly so. Everyone has questions for you.”
Eli David: “Then you take me to NCIS. You will have your answers.”
DiNozzo: “McGyver. It’s so obvious. I mean, why didn’t I come up with that?”
McGee: “You got any in reserve waiting for the perfect opportunity?”
DiNozzo: “That’s not how my mind works. I mean, it’s like scat in there. Ya know?”
McGee: “Ah yes, animal dung. I always figured.”
DiNozzo: “Not animal dung. It’s like jive, ya know. Bebop. It’s unpredictable. I take lead guitar you take vocals like McGlee McFlee McGflat McJagger.” (He grins) What’s the news, Hebrews?”
Ziva: “Director Vance is in recovery. He has not yet regained consciousness.”
McGee: “Whoa, whoa, whoa, hey. You don’t have to Gibbs up the clicker there. Where is Boss anyway?”
Malachi: “He’s in interrogation.”
Liat: “With Director David.”
DiNozzo: “Oh. This is like Clash of the Titans. We should be there.”
Ziva: “It’s a closed show.”
Malachi: (wiggles a chord to get reception) “Come on.” (It breaks.)
McGee: “Well, tell Abby to come up and get this stuff. I can hack the feed.”
DiNozzo: “Yes, you can.”
Eli David: “Leon and I are forged in fire and blood.”
DiNozzo: “Good job.”
Gibbs: “So, you met for the first time in Amsterdam?”
Eli David: “This file is not a complete picture. Leon and I had hoped to reveal all sides during the review conference.”
Gibbs: “You two arrange this conference? Together?”
Eli David: “Yes. I urged Leon to include Amsterdam. His role in that mission was not what he was told. Did you know that? Leon was twenty years. Since all of the players have scattered around the globe.”
Gibbs: “You found them. Director Vance invited them. Why?”
Eli David: “Not what, who? Who is it that wants Leon dead, Gibbs?”
Gibbs: “Russian operative who’s name is ???ted.”
Eli David: “I never knew his name. Another detail I had hoped to uncover.”
Gibbs: “According to Vance’s report, you yourself told the Russian, Vance was sent there to kill him?”
Eli David, “Yes. That is true.”
Gibbs: “So you knew that that made Vance a target?”
Eli David: “Yes. It did.”
Eli David: “Are you the type that gets grumpy when woken up?”
Leon: “I saw you talk to the Russian about me.”
Eli David: “I saw you seeing me.”
Leon: “He’s gonna’ kill me.”
Eli David: “He was going to kill you anyway. Now, he’s going to do it sooner. He knew already who you are.”
Leon: “No. It’s not possible.”
Eli David: “Come on. Get up.”
Leon: “Get out!”
Eli David: “If I leave, you die. (Gets a box from outside) There is another box in the hall. We cannot wait. It will not be long before the Russian’s contacts his hit team. They will be here by morning.”
Eli David: “I told them where you were staying.”
Eli David: “Leon never forgets anything. Did you know that about him?”
Gibbs: “I do.”
Eli David: “It is what saved his life this morning. When we walked in that door, he had seen it before.”
Eli David: “Good. Don’t pack it too tight. Has to be air in between.”
Leon: “We had a plan, ya know? NIS had a plan.”
Eli David: “What was it?”
Leon, “I don’t know all of it. But I can contact my handler.”
Eli David: “Oh yes. That is a good idea. Why don’t you do that if you think there is time. In the mean time, cut where I have marked on here.”
Leon: “I wanna’ know why you think it’s your business to screw up our mission.”
Eli David: “How can you not see that you are disposable? How can you not know that? Tell me. Who will cry for you if this blasting cap should accidentally blow up and turn us into smears on the wall?”
Leon: “Who’ll cry for you?”
Eli David: “I have children.”
Leon: “Then, what’re you doin’? Why would you lure a hit team here?”
Eli David: “Because, Mossad told me I could kill them. The Russian turned an Israeli sailor, bled him dry for information, then sent a hit team to dispose of my fellow countrymen. My wife can no longer live with what I do. She took my family, my children, to ensure that they do not grow up to be like their father. This I cannot fight. I need a target.”
Eli David: “I need a target. I told him. Before there is nothing left of me.”
Abby: (watching the screen with the others at McGee’s desk) “He knew how to do it. He just confessed to knowing how to build the murder weapon. I mean, come on. How many people know how to build a home made claymore mine?”
Malachi: “In this room?” Malachi, Liat, and Ziva raise their hands.
Abby: (raises hers too) “Ok. Fine.”
Liat: “If you believe what he says, then you have to believe there was a leak in your own organization. And your people refuse to see it.”
McGee: “Uh. No. That just means that the Russian wanted Vance dead then and probably still wants him dead now.”
DiNozzo: “We got to find him.”
Malachi: “If that is the case, it was your Director, not ours who was the intended target. Hadar is dead because of your incompetence.”
DiNozzo: “Our incompetence.”
Malachi: “Your protocols. The ?? attacks were public. ?? both Directors back to your safe house. Maybe you are leaking still.”
Ziva: “And maybe my father is lying. That is what he does.”
Ducky: “For those lacking actual business to perform, might I suggest a visit to the hospital. I’m sure blood donors would be welcome.”
DiNozzo: “Ducky, Special Agent Sharp, she was a recruiting specialist?”
Ducky: “Agent training as well. And for a time, she was a fine field agent in her own right.”
DiNzzo: “I’m sure she was fine. She still is, but she chose Vance. She prepared him for the mission. She knew everything. Am I nuts or…”
Ducky: “Yes. You are. Although, having had the opportunity to get to know Director Vance; he does seem an odd choice for her. She had a preference for policeman.”
Eli David: “Leon was credited with the role he played in eliminating the hit team. The Russian vanished from Holland. I was not able to keep track of him. At that time I was being reinstated into Mossad.”
Gibbs: “And resuming your rise to the top.”
Eli David: “You make it sound like fate accompli. You have no idea what it was like in that dingy little room. Neither one of us had any idea of what we were about to start.”
Leon: “I turned on the shower. Now what?”
Eli David: “Keep watching.”
Leon: (watches out the window) “They’re here. They’re coming in the building.”
Eli David: “Shh…” (A door closes downstairs) Get down.”
Leon: “What’s your daughter’s name?”
Eli David: “I have two, Talia and Ziva. (Footsteps) You may want to cover your ears.”
Gibbs: “Leon. Take it easy. What’re you doin?”
Vance” “I got to go to the bathroom.”
Gibbs: “That’s a good thing man. What do you think that tube is for?”
Vance: “I hate this.”
Gibbs: “Your wife go get the kids?”
Vance: “Hmhmm. Jackie caught me up on everything I missed. You talk to Eli.”
Gibbs: “Yeah, told me about the Russian.”
Vance: “Eli doesn’t think that this attack was the Russian out for revenge.”
Gibbs: “No. He thinks it was one of ours.”
Vance: “He always has. I don’t know what happened to the Russian after Amsterdam, Gibbs. Shake the tree. Someone at that conference must know.”
Gibbs: “How long’s this been cookin’, Leon?”
Vance: “SECNAV signed off almost two years ago. Even the suggestion of a dirty house back in the day is unacceptable.”
Gibbs: (pushes him back down) “Hey. Easy man.”
Leon: (pushes his morphine button) “I’ve never felt so weak… so vulnerable.”
Gibbs: (takes the clicker out of Leon’s hands…pulls a knife out of his pocket) “Rule number 9.”
Vance: “How the hell did you get that past security?”
Gibbs whispers: (throws the knife down and it stabs into the table top) “Never go anywhere without a knife.”
Vance: “Gibbs. I don’t care. I don’t care if they were us before we were us. I don’t care if they built NCIS brick by brick.”
or DiNozzo: “Hey, Boss.”
DinNzzo : “Making travel plans for their fallen comrade.”
DiNozzo : “She hit a brick wall. If we want to solve Hadar’s murder; we gotta’ start playing the game better than the guys that made the rules.”
Gibbs: “Well, that’s a good place to start.”
Gibbs: “You wrote the book.”
Whitney: “I’m saving my royalties to buy a pack of gum.”
Gibbs: “Hey. It’s not a joke. Information security… Redaction… witness protection. Those are chapter headings.”
Whitney: “Sos’s interrogation. You wanna’ try a different angle here? Maybe tell me what I’m being accused of?”
Gibbs: “Amsterdam. What made you choose Leon Vance?”
Whitney: “That’s my crime? For picking the man who would become the Director?”
Gibbs: “Well, yeah. He didn’t exactly fit your ideal agent parameters.”
Whitney: “Look, back then, we were thin in Europe. Post the Gulf War. All resources were being diverted to the Middle East. I scoured the academies looking for smart candidates unafraid of risk.”
Gibbs: “Yeah. Cuz it was dangerous.”
Gibbs: “Yeah. Nobody’s gonna miss a poor black guy when everything went wrong.”
Whitney: “No. I mean, yeah, he had no family. But Vance was qualified.”
Gibbs: “How? What in his background made him qualified?”
Whitney: “Let’s just say that there were inconsistencies in his background that he obviously preferred we not explore.”
Gibbs: “You threatened him.”
Whitney: “No. I did not.”
Gibbs: “Yeah you did. You leveraged him. Right into the meat grinder.”
Whitney: “You’ve worked with McAllister. You know he would have had his back had Eli not gotten between them.”
Gibbs: “The Russian was a killer.”
Whitney: “Not for sport, only for cash. Some Communist, huh?”
Gibbs: “You knew him?”
Whitney: “Only what I read of McAllister’s mission plan.”
Gibbs: “Wait a minute. Who do you think would have paid this guy to kill Vance? You remember the Russian’s name?”
Whitney: “It was something with a Z or a V like Zurov Zubov..”
Gibbs: “Annatoli Zuckov.”
Whitney: “Yeah. That’s him. Wait a minute. That’s him. You think .. what? He came back to clean up after himself.”
Gibbs: “No,no… he’s long gone.”
Whitney: “You sure?”
Gibbs: “Yes. I’m positive.”
Riley: “You doin’ alright?”
Vance: “And you’re disappointed. While I was sleeping, I had what they call a moment of clarity. My life is a lie.”
Riley: “I know that.”
Vance: “I always thought I was chosen because I was special. Not it at all. You chose me because you knew nobody’d miss me when I got killed.”
Riley: “Not true, would’ve been a great tragedy. American sailor… murdered by a Russian operative. Agency would’ve been up in arms.”
Vance: “The world was shifting away from you. My death would have put the focus back in your area of expertise. And then…”
Riley: “Instead of becoming SAC of the San Diego field office, I would have been on the fast track to the Director’s chair.”
Vance: “You’re stuck in the past. That’s why forward thinkers got promoted ahead of you. Like Morrow. Like Shepherd. Like me. No wonder you wanted me dead from day one.”
(Flashback) 1999 NCIS San Diego
Leon: “Hey. Riley. What the hell is this? You this in my permanent file?”
Riley: “What are you doing accessing your file?”
Leon: “I was updating our Y2K compliance protocols as is my responsibility and I found this online.”
Riley: “You and your computers are gonna’ be the death of me.”
Leon: “This says that I’m a pilot and I was a Director of a field office.”
Riley: “Pretty ridiculous huh?”
Leon: “Are you backstopping me for another mission? I told you that’s not where my interests lie.”
Riley: “You’ll take the assignments I give you, Leon.”
Riley: “You were never supposed to succeed.”
Vance: “You think your legacy can live by killin’ Eli and by killing me?”
Riley: “Sh…sh…..for once, can’t you just die right?” Vance fights against the morphine and stabs Riley. (Vance hits nurse button.)
Nurse: “Yes, what is the…Code Blue!!!!”
Gibbs: “Dammit, Riley.”
Gibbs: “Hey. That’s my danish. What is your problem man?”
Leon: “It’s my bad. I’ll get ya’ back for that.”
Gibbs: “Yeah you will.”
Riley: “Gibbs, Leon. Leon, Gibbs.”
Leon: “I’ll remember.”
Gibbs: “Me too.”
Riley: “Where were we?”
Gibbs: “Some assignment in Paris."
Riley: "Decker’s on point. I want you in on it. Ever work with Jenny Shepherd?”
McGee: “I want you to know, that we are truly sorry about Hadar.”
Malachi: “Thank you.”
DiNozzo : “We know how it feels to lose a team mate.”
Liat : “When your whole country could be wiped away any day, you don’t take tomorrow for granted.”
DiNozzo : “That’s terrifying.”
Liat : “It was meant to be comforting.”
Eli David: “There have been times I felt this job take a piece of me. I worry they may be gone forever.”
Ziva : “Sometimes life surprises you.”
Eli David: (holds her face) “Those are the moments worth living for… my Ziva.”
| Episode 8.10 False Witness|
| (Squad Room) |
Ziva, “Ok. So…”
McGee: “So, Gibbs was there, you were there too. But Gibbs was speaking with an Israeli accent. You sounded like Jimmy Palmer.”
Ziva: “I’m not completely comfortable with the fact you had a dream about me.”
McGee: “Well, it’s not like I can control it.”
Ziva: “You’re not making me feel any better.”
DiNozzo (to staff lady): “Take these down to archives ASAP. They’ve been asking for them for three months. Agent McGee… Probationary Agent David… good morning.”
Ziva: “Looks like Tony.”
McGee: “Doesn’t sound like him. What’re you up to Tony?”
Dinozzo: “Just catching up on some old paperwork.”
Ziva: “I think we’re being set up for something.”
McGee: “Then we should just ignore him. Old paperwork huh? That sounds fun. Maybe you could do some of my expense reports from my Canadian trip huh?”
Dinozzo: “Got in early. Had some time to kill. Also, there’s a get well card for Director Vance in there. Sign it when you get the chance.”
McGee: “Huh? Last time you did an expense report for me, you reclassified my meals as livestock feed.”
DiNozzo: “Well, that was a little childish.”
McGee: “Yeah. I was audited.”
DiNozzo: “Well, I guess that makes us even.”
Gibbs: “Great. Then I don’t need to hear about it whatever it is. Get moving. We got a missing petty officer.”
Ziva: “There were no hits on the NCSE.”
McGee: “Has he been missing thirty days?”
Gibbs: “We’re not waitin’ thirty days.”
Ziva: “Petty officer Jerry Neisler.”
Gail Walsh: “Gail Walsh, District Attorney out of Arlington. It’s only been a day but the petty officer is a witness in a capitol murder trial.”
Gibbs: “The only witness.”
McGee: “Any idea where he is?”
Gibbs: “Right. That is what we are going to find out.”
Gail Walsh: “He’s Navy, so I hoped NCIS might be able to help. My department is stretched thin as it is and I’m almost out of time. The trial starts in two days. My entire case rests on Jerry’s testimony. Without it, the killer will walk.”
Walsh: “This is the last place I saw Jerry. I dropped him off here 6 days ago and he was supposed to check in every day.”
Ziva: “He does not live here?”
Gail Walsh: “No. He said he was going on a hunting trip with a friend who was about to deploy to Afghanistan, and that he was gonna stay and water the plants.”
Gibbs: “Did you check the petty officer’s place?”
Gail Walsh: “With a fine toothed comb. After a credit card purchase for gas, he disappeared without a trace. We spoke to the friend. He didn’t even know Jerry was staying here.”
Ziva: (looks in the fridge) “The hunting trip appears to have been successful. Wherever the petty officer has gone to, it appears he left in a hurry. This holiday turkey is not going to last very long.”
Gibbs: “Did his testimony put him at risk?”
Walsh: “If this was a mafia trial, I’d say yeah but not this case. You seem different.”
Gibbs: “I think there’s a lot of baseball bats lying around this place.”
Walsh: “Trust me. No one’s gonna care when the jury says guilty.”
Ziva: “There is another bat in the guest bedroom.”
McGee: “Boss, spoke to the neighbors. If there was someone staying here, they didn’t know about it.”
DiNozzo: “I suggest we canvas the local take outs. Looks like the petty officer was eating in a lot.”
Gibbs: “Good idea.”
DiNozzo: “It was actually Agent McGee’s suggestion.”
Gibbs: “Good idea.”
Gail Walsh: (followed Ziva into the bedroom) “Agent Gibbs seems like a capable investigator.”
Ziva: “There is none better.”
Gail Walsh: “And um, Agent Dinozzo?”
Ziva: “He is um, also capable.”
Gail Walsh: “And uh, single.”
Ziva: “Excuse me?”
Gail Walsh: “No. I just… I noticed he wasn’t wearing a ring. Oh. Gosh, I’m sorry. Are you and he…”
Ziva: “No. No. My relationship with him is strictly professional and barley that.”
Gail Walsh: “Hmm. Then you wouldn’t mind if I uh…”
Ziva: “We’re in the middle of an investigation and you a trial.”
Gail Walsh: “I know, I just like to keep my options open. Did you know that the majority of people meet their spouses at work?”
Ziva: “Ah, not something I have high hopes for.”
DiNozzo: “Let’s bag it.”
McGee: “Really? There’s a giant, feathered turkey lying in the fridge and that’s all your gonna’ say?”
DiNozzo: “What am I supposed to say?”
McGee: “Well, I don’t know. Maybe something like… ‘What do turkeys eat at Christmas? Nothing because they’re already stuffed.’”
DiNozzo: “You feelin’ alright?”
McGee: “Yeah. Are you?”
Ziva: “Neisler may have forgotten his turkey, but he took his shotgun.”
Gibbs: “Yeah. We’re gonna need to look at your case files.”
Gail Walsh: “Of course. Of course, yeah. Um, Agent Dinozzo, did you want to accompany me back to my office? The files are heavy and I need someone with strong arms.”
McGee: “So long Mr. Professional.”
DiNozzo: “You know, I think I’m just gonna’ stay here. I’m sure Agent McGee can help you.”
(DiNozzo turns toward Gibbs) “Baseball bats and a shotgun. The petty officer was worried about something.”
DiNozzo: “Petty officer Jerry Neisler. Born and raised in Charlottesville.”
Ziva: “He served two tours in Iraq before being reassigned to the states. His record is um, well, interesting.”
Gibbs: “Define interesting.”
Ziva: “Despite good reports from his CO’s he was repeatedly transferred.”
DiNozzo: “Administrations communications.”
Gibbs: “He doesn’t play well with others?”
Gail Walsh: “Uh, actually it’s nothing like that. Jerry’s parents were both psychologists and he was an only child.”
Ziva: “Which means what exactly?”
Gail Walsh: “Well, you kind of have to meet him to understand.”
Gibbs: “Working on it.”
DiNozzo: “Along those lines, I took the liberty of making a list of possible reason Jerry Neisler lost contact. Number one, witnesses with a personal relation to the accused are sometimes reluctant to testify.”
McGee: “Yes, yes. Kind of like… you know… kind of like Robert De Nero in Sleepers.”
Ziva: “Yes, the movie, Tony.”
DiNozzo: “Number two, someone is threatening the witness.”
Gail Walsh: “Well why wouldn’t Jerry call me if he were threatened?”
Gibbs: “Maybe he can’t.”
Gail Walsh: “Ok. This is everything that we have on the murder trial. The killer’s name is Samuel Hayes but he doesn’t have a lot of friends that would go to bat for him.”
DiNozzo: (grabs the box of files) “His wife is dead and his daughter is a ward of the state.”
Ziva: (to McGee) “Ok. This is getting really irritating.”
McGee: “He’s making us look bad.”
Gibbs: “McGee, you have something?”
McGee: “Uh… Well. I was just saying how it’s also possible that the um, ah, that the disappearance has nothing to do with the trial at all.”
Gibbs: “Or does.”
Gail Walsh: “Uh. How do you want to divide things up? My investigators can handle the BOLOs and check the hospitals.”
Gibbs: “We’ll trace the petty officers prior movements, starting with his hunting trip. Go.”
Ducky: “Etymology, archeology... Oh, sociology… Fluviomorphology.”
Palmer: ( mouthing the word as he writes it down) “Study of river channels. Fascinating I think.”
Ducky: “Yes. Almost as fascinating as hyminocology.”
Palmer: “Hymin… hyma… that is the study of...”
Ducky: “Insects, Mr. Palmer. Specifically of those with four diaphanous wings.”
Palmer: “Ok. Well we may have to prune this list down just a little bit Doctor. (looking through several pages of notes) I think that Facebook has a limit to the number of interests.”
Gibbs: (walkes in) “Face book?”
Ducky: “Yes, Jethro. Facebook.”
Gibbs: “Ah. That’s that thing that some people do things with.”
Ducky: “The term is social networking. If I’m to retain my proficiency when I’m doing psychological autopsies, I have to keep up with the latest cultural developments.”
Gibbs: “As long as you keep current on this case, Duck.”
Ducky: “Fear not. I may be new to social networking, but the Mallards invented multitasking. Mr. Palmer.” (They all walk to the table. Palmer whisks the blanket off the turkey throwing feathers from the cut bird.)
Gibbs: “Given your interest in the petty officer’s hunting trip and the lack of a human victim I took the liberty of um…
Ducky: Oh, trust me, Jethro. You’ll be glad I did.”
Palmer: “Cause of death was a shotgun blast to the breastbone as expected.”
Ducky: “What is not expected, however, are theses yellow and tan tail feathers.”
Gibbs: “That it?”
Ducky: “Well the subspecies of turkey on the east coast all have brown tail feathers.”
Gibbs: ( takes a deep breath) “Duck. Help me out here, will ya?”
Ducky: “Well this is a Rio Grande turkey, Jethro. And they are found almo… oh, add ornithology to the list. (Palmer races to his note pad.) …um, they are found almost exclusively in Kansas, Oklahoma, or Texas.”
Palmer: “So. Where did petty officer Neisler get this one?”
Ducky: “He could’ve taken a cross country hunting trip.”
Gibbs: “His CO ordered him not to leave the state before the trial.”
Ducky: “Then if you want to find out where the petty officer has been, I suggest ?????.” (Palmer gobbles. Ducky laughs until he sees Gibb’s face.)
Abby: (5, 6, 7, 8”...Abby’s dancing) “Hi, Gibbs. I bet you don’t know what this is called.”
Gibbs: “Turkey trot.”
Abby: “Gasp, I’m impressed. You wanna’ join?”
Gibbs: (smirking) “Not really.” Abby: “Well, can I finish? All right. I can see that you’re here to talk turkey. Get it?”
Abby: “Sorry. I’m just… I’m excited Gibbs because I think that I already figured out what I figured out you came down to ask me.”
Gibbs: (holds up a baggie with feathers) “Where’d this come from?”
Abby: “I ran the turkeys DNA through ???, it’s the National Wild Turkey Federation DNA database. They really need a new acronym.”
Gibbs: “Turkey DNA database?”
Abby: “I know. It’s a wonderful time to be alive, Gibbs. And with it, I can tell you why there was a Rio Grande Turkey in petty officer Niesler’s refrigerator.”
Abby: “Well, it turns out, if a state has a turkey overpopulation problem, they’ll catch and release to other states that need a boost.”
Gibbs: “They keep records?”
Abby: “Good ones. So, there was a pre Christmas release two weeks ago out of Virginia. All the DNA is stored, so, if a bird is in the system, we can pinpoint exactly which hunting ground it was released to. Which I did. And here it is. Look familiar?”
Gibbs: “Last hit on our missing guy’s credit card was ten miles from here.”
Abby: “Yeah. So I figure maybe he’s hiding out in familiar woods, which is what I would do if I were him without the hunting part, which means that I wouldn’t be him I’d still be me then.”
McGee: “Joe Casey, 23 years old. Already had a record for B and E, larceny, grand theft auto…”
Gibbs: “And a rep as a gun for hire.”
McGee: “Well. We’re thinking that Smitty Brown hired him to scare the witness and then took him out when he was done.”
Ducky: “Well, the local ME disagrees. When I picked Casey up, he told me that he believed that the cause of death was an animal mauling.”
Gibbs: “And you don’t, Duck?” (Ducky stops and doesn’t answer.) Duck?”
Ducky: “Well. I’m sorry. Ah, well. This liver doesn’t seem so much mauled as inflated.”
Ducky: “Yes, literally to the point of exploding. And look here, a number of these organs, well they appear to have freezer burns and yet the rest of the body shows no signs of….”
Gibbs: “Duck. Why you so distracted?”
Ducky: “I apologize.”
Jimmy: “Dr. Mallard has received several emails from various uh, uh… lady friends since posting his online account.”
(Gibbs and Ducky look at one another)
Ducky: “Well. Some of them are quite provocative. I am having difficulty concentrating. Some of them are quite graphic.”
Gibbs: (laughs softly) “Freezer burn.”
Ducky: “Yes. Freezer burns throughout the thoracic and abdominal regions. I mean I am simply at a loss to explain it. However, Mr. Palmer may be able to help you narrow the search parameters for this man’s killer. He made an astute discovery.”
Palmer: “This tattoo. Right here, it’s new. The micro punctures had barely begun to heal when he was murdered.”
Ducky: “I would say that this man was killed within minutes of this tattoo being completed. So, if you can find the parlor…”
McGee: “Somebody may have seen something.”
Gibbs: “Good work, Duck.”
Palmer: “Actually, I’m the one who, who…” (Gibbs looks at him.)
Palmer: “Good work, Dr. Mallard.”
Ziva: “The dumpster where they found Joe Casey’s body is behind this building and that is the only tattoo parlor within a five mile radius.”
McGee: “You got Casey’s photos?”
Ziva: “Yeah. Tony had them waiting for me on my desk. And he um, also had updated all of my BOLOs on Smitty Brown.”
McGee: “Hu.. well, jokes getting kind of old isn’t it?”
Ziva: “I no longer think he is joking.”
McGee: “Look. Tony is a great investigator, don’t get me wrong. But the closest he likes coming to filling out paperwork is renewing his Maxim subscription.”
Ziva: “I know. Which is why I’m growing so concerned.”
McGee: “You know what, actually I am too. Gave me half his French fries at lunch.”
Ziva: “One of us has to confront him.”
McGee: “And tell him what? Why aren’t you acting like a fourteen year old anymore?”
Ziva: “I was going to say more like a twelve year old, but yes.” (A guy walks out of the parlor.)
McGee: “Is that Smitty?”
Ziva: “I believe so.”
Smitty: “Who wants to know?”
McGee: (holds up badge) “I’ll make ya’ a list.” (Ziva holds out cuffs and smiles).
Smitty: “Don’t I get a phone call or something?” (Gibbs tosses a cell phone onto the table.)
Gibbs: “I’m gonna want that back.” (Gibbs puts the knife in a container on the table with some photos)
Dinozzo: “You want that back too? It’s called a wasp knife, right? Used by hunters to take down big game, injects compressed gas freezing and exploding internal organs?”
Gibbs: “Found it in your car.”
Dinozzo: “It’s a murder weapon.”
Smitty: “I don’t even know this guy. Why would I want to kill him?”
Gibbs: “Tying up loose ends.”
Smitty: “I don’t have any loose ends.”
Dinozzo: “Samuel Hayes. On trial for murder, gonna’ get the chair. You’re afraid that if he gets convicted, he’ll turn you in for a lighter sentence.”
Gibbs: “He had you on dealing, gun running.”
Dinozzo: “Then you hired this punk, Joe Casey to intimidate the witness then you killed him.”
Smitty: “You guys got this all wrong.”
Dinozzo: “And when you couldn’t stop the trial, you tried to have Hayes whacked in prison.”
Smitty: “I didn’t try and kill anybody. Casey tried to kill me. I heard somebody was messing with the witness in the Hayes trial same as you. So I put the word out on the streets see if I could find out who it was. You ask anybody. That’s where I met this Casey guy. I don’t know who he was working for but it wasn’t me. I told him to back off the witness. He made a move. It was self defense. End of story.”
Dinozzo: “You told him to back off?”
Smitty: “That’s the part you’re not getting. I don’t want Hayes out of prison. I need him in prison. I needed a guy inside the joint to help me out on this little side business I had goin’. My last dealer got executed. Hayes agreed to be my new guy.”
Gibbs: “What’d he get out of it?”
Smitty: “Just kept asking me to make deposits in some life insurance policy he had.”
Dinozzo: “Life insurance…for a guy about to get the death penalty?”
Smitty: “I don’t know what his deal is alright? I just know what the deal was. And I can prove it.”
Jerry: “Well, you and Tony…”
Ziva: “Enough. We’re just friends. There’s nothing different about him.”
Gibbs: “Hey. You recognize him?”
Dinozzo: “The rest of Smitty’s story checks out. He did have an inside guy in prison who was dealing for him recently executed.”
McGee: “I was also able to confirm that he was making Hayes insurance policy payments.”
Ziva: “In fact. Hayes recently placed a call to his broker to confirm his policy pays even if he is executed.”
Gibbs: “Who’s the beneficiary?”
Ziva: “Well… (takes clicker from Tony)… thank you… his daughter.”
Dinozzo: “Still no leads on whoever tried to kill Hayes in prison though.”
Ducky: “Because no one did. I just got off the phone with the prison doctor. He now believes that Hayes wounds were self inflicted. He disguised his suicide attempt.”
McGee: “But the guy thought he was going to walk.”
Ziva: “Why try and kill himself?”
Jerry: “Seems pretty obvious to me. I’m sure you guys would’ve figured it out eventually, Hayes doesn’t want to beat the murder rap. He’s given up. He just wants to die and leave one last gift to his daughter, but he thought I was missing. He thought he’d go free so he tried to kill himself. Another sad guy.”
Ziva: “Then, who has been intimidating the witness? Somebody’s trying to get this guy out of prison.”
McGee: “Hey, Boss. I think I found something here. Take a look at the call log from Smitty’s burn phone. Take a look at the number. (Gibbs looks at the number.) “Look familiar?”
Gibbs: “District Attorney Walsh.”
DiNozzo: “DA said she didn’t know who Smitty was.”
Walsh: “This is ridiculous. You have no right to treat me like a criminal. And I have a date in two hours…” (Ziva hits the button that turns the speakers off in the observance room.)
DiNozzo: “Thanks...was getting a headache.”
Ziva: “Really? This is usually your favorite part, getting to watch reality TV at work as you call it.”
DiNozzo: “Well. People change, Ziva.”
Ziva: “Yes, but, ah… not that quickly. And yet… here we have this new Tony who arrives early. Stays late. Turns down advances form beautiful women and has not made a single joke in the past… what? Two days.”
DiNozzo: “I haven’t? Are you sure?”
DiNozzo: “Well. We are in the middle of a case.”
Ziva: “Has not stopped you before.”
DiNozzo: (says harshly) “Well, it’s stopping me now and I’m sorry if you’re losing sleep over it but I can’t be responsible for everyone’s feelings.”
Ziva: (looks shocked) “Everyone…for example…”
DiNozzo: “You and McGee and the Brenda Bitners of the world…everyone.”
DiNozzo: “Yeah, Bitner. The girl who posted online that we were in a committed relationship last year.”
Ziva: “Yes. Yes. But if I remember correctly, the only thing you were committed to was a one night stand.”
DiNozzo: “That’s right.”
DiNozzo: (clears his throat) “I just found out that she, uh… checked herself into a depression treatment facility or something, after she wrapped her car around a tree. Nice one, huh?”
Ziva: “And you feel responsible?”
DiNozzo: “No. I mean I barley knew the girl. I’m just sayin’.”
Ziva: “Well, clearly, she was a troubled woman.”
DiNozzo: “It’s clear now. Isn’t it?”
Ziva: “Uhmmm. Still…it must be unsettling to think that you didn’t notice it at the time. Especially since your job is to help people who are in trouble.”
DiNozzo: “I don’t know why this has gotten under my skin like this. I mean… of all things. Maybe instead of having a midlife crisis I’m having a midlife crazy.”
Ziva: (grabs him) “Look. You are not crazy. Ok? You are just…growing up. And some lessons are more painful as we grow older when the stakes are higher. But, you need to find balance. And yes, yes, yes, yes, you need to treat women more respectfully especially when it comes to matters of the heart. But, you need to be who you are.”
DiNozzo: “Who am I?”
Ziva: “You are Tony DiNozzo, a class clown. That is why we love you.”
Walsh: “I’m gonna’ have your badge.”
Gibbs: “You lied to me. You withheld crucial information.”
Walsh: “Look who’s talking.”
Gibbs: “You said you didn’t know our prime suspect. His cell phone sure knows you. In the last month alone there’s half a dozen calls that are from you. And you knew about his prison visits.”
Walsh: “Ok. Look, I had a good reason.”
Gibbs: “What?... to destroy your own case?”
Walsh: “No. No. I withheld my relationship with Smitty to protect my case.”
Gibbs: “Your relationship?!?”
Walsh: “Smitty was an informant for my office and then things got a little… complicated. What? He’s a good looking guy. If the killer’s defense team found out I was sleeping with the subject of the investigation, they could argue that the entire chain of evidence had been tainted. My case would be over.”
Gibbs: “Maybe... maybe if you had said something earlier.”
Walsh: “Oh, please. Please. You do not have to tell the judge.”
Gibbs: “Yeah. Actually, I do.”
McGee: “It’s unbelievable isn’t it? After all this, the killer could still walk.”
DiNozzo: “We’ll know as soon as the hearing is over.”
McGee: “Listen, Tony…”
DiNozzo: “Not you too.”
McGee: “Ziva talk to ya’ already?...and?”
DiNozzo: “And… I think the hearings over. “Doesn’t look good.”
McGee: “How bad?”
Ziva: “The judge threw the case out. The interim DA is looking at his options but as of now…”
Gibbs: “Hayes walks.”
McGee: “Plus we never even got to find out who was threatening Jerry.”
DiNozzo: “How’d the victim’s brother take it?”
Gibbs: “He wasn’t there.”
McGee: “Really? (? ) says he’s been to every hearing.”
Gibbs: “Yeah. I read that one too.
(A taxi pulls up to the curb and Hayes gets out. He throws an envelope in the trash. It reads, ‘Federal Inmate Record of Discharge’.)
Matt Grey: “Move... the alley. Do you have anything to say to me?”
Hayes: “They know what you did.”
Matt Grey: “Excuse me?”
Hayes: “You hired the guy who tried to stop my trial. They know what ya’ did.”
Gibbs: (gun at the ready) “We found the wire transfer you used to pay him.”
DiNozzo: “You wanted to scare Jerry out of testifying, we just don’t know why. Why don’t you put the gun down and explain it to us?”
Matt Grey: “No. He has to pay for what he did.”
Gibbs: “He was about to. The DA was asking for the death penalty.”
Matt: “Do you know how long the average convicted killer spends on death row before being executed? Thirteen years. Assuming it happens at all. It just wasn’t gonna’ cut it.”
McGee: “So you tried to get Hayes out onto the streets where you could get payback.”
Matt Grey: “No. I’m going to get payback.”
Gibbs: “Matt. It’s not worth throwing your life away.”
Matt Grey: “And what about my sister’s life? She was the only family I had left. And you took her.”
Hayes: “And I can’t give you her life back. K? But maybe I can give you yours?”
Matt: “Well Merry Christmas to me.”
Hayes: “Look, I’d supply the bullets myself if I thought killing me would make you feel better but it won’t.”
Matt Grey: “You don’t know anything about me.”
Hayes: “I’ve spent more time thinking about you than I have in my entire life. And I’m clean now and I can barely remember what I did but I understand it now. I took your sister’s life. I wasted mine. Are you really gonna’ let me destroy yours as well?”
Gibbs: “Put the gun down.”
Matt Grey: “And what, he just goes free?”
Hayes: “Look. It’s just a matter of time before the new DA refiles the charges and I’m back in court again. And you know what. I’ll just save everyone the trouble and I’ll plead guilty. Hell. I’ll even sign the confession right now. And maybe we can just pretend that this never happened.”
McGee: “We may have to pretend some of it never happened.”
Gibbs: “I can talk to the DA.”
Matt Grey: (lets his hand fall.) Gibbs, “I miss her so much.”
Ziva: “Another dream about work, McGee? Please tell me I was not in it.”
McGee: “You weren’t but your knives were. What do you think that means?”
Ziva: “Well. I do not want to speculate.”
McGee: “Palmer. What’s wrong?”
McGee: “Oh. I told Palmer not to talk to him.”
Ziva: (walks up to DiNozzo at his desk) “Why is Jerry still here?”
DiNozzo: “He wanted to thank Gibbs personally.”
McGee: “So uh, Gibbs tell the DA about Matthew Grey?”
Dinozzo: “Yeah. He’s willing to drop the witness intimidation charges if Grey pleads (??) weapons charge. He won’t do any time.”
McGee: “Looks like you’re gonna’ have to have another talk with him.”
Ziva: “Mm, mmm.”
(McGee and Ziva are seated at their desks when loud popping noises and confetti burst from around the bullpen. The lights come on and Ziva instinctively jumps up and pulls out her weapon. The screen in the squad room says 'Happy Holidays' and is playing music. DiNozzo gives a thumbs up to Jerry.)
Ziva: (looks at DiNozzo) “You.”
DiNozzo: (smiles and chuckles) “Too much?”
| Episode 8.11 Ships In The Night|
| (Squadroom) |
DiNozzo: “Two a.m. on a Friday night. In a parallel universe, the Tony DiNozzo that didn’t become a cop is walking out of a bar with a beautiful lady he doesn’t know the name of…yet.”
Ziva: “How romantic.”
DiNozzo: “As romantic as your Cuban Casanova.”
Ziva: “He’s not Cuban.”
DiNozzo: “Oh, must be tough to make time for each other. You’re stuck here finishing case reports while he’s frolicking in the Miami sun.”
Ziva: “He travels… a lot… which is why I’m using comp time to take three days off next week to go see him.”
DiNozzo: “You can’t do that.”
Ziva: “Why not? We’re adults.”
DiNozzo: “No. Not that. You can’t use comp days for time off.”
Ziva: “According to the OPN Guide lines I can.”
McGee: “Tony how long have you been a senior field agent?”
DiNozzo: “I just never thought there was anything very useful in those things.”
Ziva: “Even though NCIS employees are salaried, any scheduled overtime hours must be compensated monetarily or with time off.”
McGee: “Yeah. I was actually told that they prefer us to take the time off.”
Dinozzo: “Well no one told me. They just send me the money.”
McGee: “What are you complaining about?”
DiNozzo: “I don’t need more money. I need more time. Just think of all the women I could’ve dated.”
Ziva: “I would rather not.”
DiNozzo: “Respectfully dated. But it’s never too late.”
Ziva: “What are you doing?”
DiNozzo: “Tallying up my overtime.”
Gibbs : “Well, ya’ got more comin’ Skippy. Grab your gear.”
DiNozzo: “Got another all nighter?”
Gibbs: “You can sleep when you're dead.”
(Early morning at docks)
Agent Borin: “I need this area kept clear of passengers, even if they claim to be my date... Agent Gibbs.”
Gibbs: “Agent Borin. We gotta’ stop meetin’ like this.”
Borin: “You mean when NCIS takes over one of my cases? My call was a courtesy not an invitation.”
Gibbs: “Body trumps boat. That’s a nice dress. Are you cold?”
Borin: “Tried to give him CPR and, no.”
(Gibbs holds up clothes and shoes) “The ah gift shop was all out of pant suits… Unless you’d rather just go home.”
Borin: “And let you have all the fun?” (She takes the clothes.) “Don’t think you’re getting rid of me that easily Gibbs.”
Gibbs: “Eh… I didn’t.”
Borin: “Not only was I on the boat at the time of the murder, I was the last person to see the victim alive. So, I’m here for the long haul.”
Gibbs: “Glad to have you onboard.”
Borin: (talks as she changes) “Our victim is Marine Lieutenant Jeremy Nolan. He was having dinner with his sister and uncle. Metro P.D.’s got them up on the deck along with the rest of the passengers.”
Gibbs: “You got a murder weapon?”
Borin: “It’s likely at the bottom of the river. But, none of the passengers have been allowed to disembark.” (She walks out with an NCIS suit on.)
Gibbs: “Which means that our killer could still be onboard.”
(Gibbs holds up a sack for her dress) “Navy looks good on you Borin.”
DiNozzo: (on deck) “Ladies and gentlemen. Excuse me. If I could have your attention… thank you. I know it’s been a long night. Consider it your murder mystery dinner theatre on the Potomac. Was dinner… now its breakfast. Well, looks like Colonel Mustard was killed on the deck with a lead pipe. Maybe lead bullets. And, only by interrogating each and every one of you individually can we hope to see the light…Albert Finney. Well the murderer could very well be with us now so excuse me, could I please have you all take your seats. We will get to you one by one. Thank you.”
Uncle Wayne: “Jeremy just got back from Afghanistan. This was meant to be a celebration to welcome him home. Kimberly and I are his only family.”
McGee: “And you’re Lt. Nolan’s uncle?”
Uncle Wayne: “Yes. Wayne Grossman… Look. ..We already told all this to Metro Police. It’s just… Jeremy survived 18 months overseas only to be gunned down 4 days after he came home.”
McGee: “Kimberly, were you with your brother the entire night?”
Kimberly: “Yes, until he went to get a drink from the bar.” (Her phone beeps). “Oh no, the paparazzi already know about Jeremy. They’re outside the marina now.”
Ziva: “For a marine lieutenant?”
Kimberly: “And me. You didn’t recognize our last name?”
McGee: “Oh, you’re the Kimberly Nolan…“THE” Kimberly Nolan.”
Borin: (taking snapshots) “Looks like he tried to crawl out of the line of fire. Too little, too late.”
Gibbs: “Damage was already done.”
Borin: “He seemed like a nice guy. Guess it’s true what they say. All the good ones are taken.”
Gibbs: “Or dead.”
Borin: “Well, that’s what I meant. You know…taken. Not really my type anyway.”
Ziva: “What?…rich and famous?”
Borin: “Well, that never hurts. Why?”
Ziva: “Because. The lieutenant was both. Jeremy Nolan is the only son of the late Jack Nolan.”
Borin: “Didn’t know he was one of "those" Nolans. The family’s worth millions.”
Ziva: “And yet, our victim walked away from the family business to become a Marine.”
Borin: “Guess he was one of the good ones.” (She and Gibbs exchange looks)
(McGee is sleeping on a sofa)
Gibbs: “McGee.” (McGee’s eyes snap open.) “You awake?”
McGee: (stands up) “Sorry, Boss. Yes. Never quite get used to these extra hours. I don’t know how you and Agent Borin stay so…uh…”
McGee: “No. No. No, no…uh…it’s just that… you two have a lot in common.”
Gibbs: “Like what?”
Borin: (comes in) “Coffee?”
McGee: “Did you bring cream and sugar?”
Borin: “No. Stopped off at the office... got some info. on our dead Marine.”
McGee: “Bleck.” (Puts coffee down) “Now, Boss, victim is Lt. Jeremy Nolan…was commissioned three years ago.” (Gibbs shows him a print out of the very same information.)
McGee: (looks at his phone) “Nolan was being groomed to ah…take over the family business.”
Borin: “Kid chose the battlefield over the boardroom.”
McGee: “It’s a choice his father took personally. Apparently the two never spoke again.”
Borin: “His father cut him out of the will and his family fortune.”
Gibbs: “Hell of a way to thank him for serving his country.”
Borin: “Jack Nolan died six months ago from a heart attack. He started the company in his back yard.”
McGee: “Now, Nolan Radar System is one of the country’s biggest aviation suppliers which makes them a very wealthy, very well known family.”
Borin: “Yeah, then the sister went viral.”
Gibbs: “What’d she have?”
McGee: “Ah, not sick viral… internet viral.”
Borin: “Leaked… Sex tapes spread across the internet.”
McGee: “Do you wanna’ see it?”
Borin and Gibbs: “No.”
Borin: “None. Nolan outworked every lieutenant in his battalion, stacked up citations like it was cordwood. Probably trying to prove that he deserved to be there.”
Gibbs: “Somebody wanted him dead… dinner boat.”
McGee: “Yes, Boss, ran backgrounds on all of the passengers. No connections to our victim or his family.”
Borin: “Nice work, McGee.”
McGee: “Tony and Ziva are interviewing the last of them now.”
Barman: “It’s Steve…Steve Meldman. She hasn’t mentioned me? We were really hitting it off.”
Ziva: “You and Agent Borin?”
Steve: “Oh yeah. Is it alright if I hit the head now?”
Ziva: “Oh.” (She points with her pen for him to go.)
DiNozzo: “Agent Borin’s a lucky lady. Don’t worry, Ziva, you’ll find your Meldman.”
Borin: “If you do, run…avoiding him since last night. Anything from the interviews?”
Ziva: “There was no sign of the murder weapon anywhere on board and no positive GSR tests.”
Borin: “So our shooter wore gloves and changed clothes. Witnesses?”
Ziva: “No one saw what happened on deck.”
Borin: “Any good news?”
DiNozzo: “Yeah. A couple remembers seeing a man in a Marine uniform get into an argument with a member of the boats wait staff.”
Ziva: “And that happened about uh...ten minutes before the gun shots.”
Borin: “…And just before I met Nolan at the bar.”
Ziva: “We are on our way to ID the crew member using the couple’s description.”
DiNozzo: “In the meantime, what about the other passengers?”
Borin: “As long as you know where to find em’, let em’ go.”
Steve Meldman: “Finally. So, ah…want me to drive you home?”
(Borin turns to look at him. Ziva is smiling at Borin)
Ducky: “Celebrities have always existed from promiscuous monarchs to Roman gladiators. In fact, when the Olympians returned home victorious they used to take out a section of the city wall so that the athletes wouldn’t have to pass through the same gates as mere mortals. These days, however, fame is more easily obtained. Anyone with enough money and a lack of self respect can become famous just by being famous. We’ve gone from Socrates to Snooky. You know, I can understand you wanting to distance yourself from such a frivolous lifestyle.”
Gibbs: “Marine’s are as far as it gets, Duck. Bullets?”
Ducky: “Both are nine millimeters. And judging by these trajectories both are fired from an unusually low angle. The shooter must have positioned himself below his victim, possibly in a crouch.”
Gibbs: “Lying in wait.”
Ducky: “Lack of gun shot residue on his skin or clothing indicates the shots were fired from at least twenty feet away.”
Gibbs: “No exit wounds?”
Ducky: “No, which suggests low powder, low velocity rounds were used. Which makes putting two in his chest at that distance quite a feat… I’m impressed.”
Gibbs: “Military training.”
Ducky: “Perhaps. Jethro, did you know that apart from being the greatest marksman in history, Herb Parsons was also a champion duck caller?”
Gibbs: “No, I didn’t know that, Duck, cuz I don’t know who that is. But if you get anything else, Duck...call.”
Waiter: “What the hell am I doin’ here? I told you I didn’t kill anyone.”
DiNozzo: “Well, you are a waiter on the boat, Doug. We got witnesses saying that, ah… you guys almost came to blows. What happened? You take away his plate prematurely maybe he was planning on finishing that salmon pâté.”
Doug: “Don’t talk down to me man.”
DiNozzo: “Well ex Marine like yourself should be used to that.”
Doug: “No such thing as an ex Marine.”
DiNozzo: “I beg to differ, Doug, cuz’ you got served the big chicken dinner didn’t ya’? Bad conduct discharge. That’s not good. What’d you do? Striking a superior officer? That’s a numbskull move Doug. What was he like? I bet he talked down to ya’ a lot.”
Doug: “Doesn’t mean I killed anyone.”
DiNozzo: “I guess not. But you do own a nine millimeter don’t ya? And you got a bad temper. Nine millimeter. That’s the same caliber as the murder weapon. Marines who actually complete a tour of duty, Doug. They get awfully thirsty… the desert and stuff. What happened? Did you’re refill forget to refill Lt. Nolan’s water glass?”
Doug: “Stop talking to me like that.”
DiNozzo: “Stop lying to me like that.”
Doug: “So I recognized the rich son of a b***h and I called him out on being a glory hound. That a crime?”
DiNozzo: “He gave up a pretty cushy life to go and join the Marines you know that.”
Doug: “We all give something up. Thousands of Marines deploy every year and put their lives on the line. What the hell makes him any different?”
DiNozzo: “So you killed Lt. Nolan to prove what?”
Doug: “I told him his joining up was a stunt. But I walked away.”
DiNozzo: “Out on deck.”
Doug: “I was on the opposite side of the boat. I heard shots but I didn’t see anything.”
DiNozzo: “Say listen, you don’t mind if I run ballistics on your nine millimeter do you?”
Doug: “I didn’t kill Nolan.”
DiNozzo: “Well somebody on the boat did. You’re our prime suspect. Congratulations, Doug. I hope he left you a big tip.”
Abby: “Agent Abby. Welcome back… my condolences.”
Borin: (takes the card Abby hands her) “Sympathy card.”
Abby: “My condolences on the loss of Sunny Lee, the mascot for the coast guard station at Norfolk. The Cocker Spaniel that died two weeks ago.”
Borin: “Right…thanks. How did you even hear about that?”
Abby: “Oh, I’m on an email list for military service animals Gibbs: Did you know that the coast guard has a long tradition of having an animal mascot on the ship with them? And the mascots are so beloved that they’re enlisted. They have their own service and medical records. Sometimes even their own bunk. It’s cool huh. How come NCIS doesn’t have a mascot?”
Gibbs: “We do, Abs...you.”
Abby: (smiles hugely) “Oh.” (Gibbs smiles at her delight) “Ok. So, I have been trying to recreate the shooting on the boat deck. Using the information from Ducky I built a 3D model of our victim with corresponding bullet trajectories.”
Gibbs: “Mmm… and?”
Abby: “And… it makes no sense. I can’t figure out where the shooter was standing.”
Borin: "The angle of the bullet is too severe to allow the shots to come from more than twenty feet away.”
Gibbs: “There wasn’t enough room on the boat deck.”
Abby: “Right. No matter how I line this up, there’s no place on that boat that can explain the angle and the distance of the bullets trajectory.”
Gibbs: “Killer wasn’t on the boat.”
Abby: “But using this trajectory, the shots would have had to come from the water itself.”
Gibbs: “The surface of the water.”
Borin: “Our shooter wasn’t on the dinner boat. He was on a second boat.”
(Borin is sitting on the edge of Gibbs desk with her head in her hand.)
McGee: “You need something, Agent Borin? Coffee? Nutter Butter? Aspirin?”
Borin: “There’s only one thing giving me a headache, McGee. And I deserve it.”
McGee: “What’s that?”
Borin: “The fact that I can’t remember seeing a second boat last night. I’m a trained C.G.I.S Investigator.”
McGee: “Well, you were attending to a dying Marine.”
Borin: “Never make excuses is rule number one. You should write that down.”
McGee: “I would, but rule number one’s already been taken… twice.”
Borin: “So… who are these people? Friends?” (She’s looking at Gibbs pictures behind his desk.)
McGee: “Oh, I don’t think he has any friends. Maybe Mike Franks or Fornell but…”
Gibbs: “Butt out, McGee. Butt off my desk, Borin.” (He grabs her elbow and pulls her up)
Borin: “Talked to the Captain of the dinner boat. He doesn’t remember seeing any other craft in the area at the time of the shooting.”
McGee: “So if our shooter was on a second boat, how would they know that Jeremy Nolan was gonna’ be on deck at that exact time?”
Gibbs: “Could have been at the wrong place at the wrong time.”
Borin: “You think maybe Nolan wasn’t the target.”
Gibbs: “Well, let’s find the other boat and find out.”
McGee: “Boss… got something here, not about our mystery boat, but about our victim. Lt. Jeremy Nolan just showed up in the metro police system on an assault charge.”
Borin: “Who assaulted him?”
McGee: “No one. Charge was against Jeremy Nolan. It was filed three days ago.”
Borin: “Just after he got back from Afghanistan.”
McGee: “According to the report, charges were dropped the next day.”
Borin: “Well, that’s fast.”
Gibbs: “Who was the attorney?” The Uncle, Wayne Grossman. Lead council for Nolan Radar Systems.”
Borin: “I guess our Marine hadn’t completely severed all ties with his family business or their influence.”
Gibbs: “Send Tony… send Ziva.”
| (Conference room at Nolan Radar Systems) |
DiNozzo: “Wonder how the private sectors benefit package compares to ours.”
Ziva: “Can we discuss your package another time, Tony?”
(A man comes into the room.) DiNozzo: “Special Agents DiNozzo.. David… NCIS.”
Man: “Please, sit down.”
DiNozzo: “Well… pretty fancy. Looks like business is booming.”
Man: “It is. It’s hard to believe a company this big is still owned and operated by the Nolan family.”
Ziva: “So you’re not a part of the family?”
Man: “No. But you might say adopted. I started out in the warehouse when I was fifteen. Mr. Nolan sort of took me under his wing.”
Ziva: “And now you’re the President?”
Man: “CSO. I run the business side of the family. Kimberly, Jeremy’s sister is on the board but it’s more of a ceremonial position.”
Ziva: “And Jeremy?”
Man: “Jeremy wanted to serve his country… joined the Marines few years ago. Good kid. I’d do anything for him.”
DiNozzo: “Including dealing with his assault charge?”
Uncle Wayne: (comes in) “No. That would be my privy.”
Ziva: “Hello, Mr. Grossman.”
Uncle Wayne: “Sorry I’m late.”
Ziva: “So what happened?”
Man: “While Jeremy was in Afghanistan, a man named Devon Lodge started dating Kimberly. Lodge is a spoiled little punk.”
Uncle Wayne: “Devon Lodge and Jeremy attended Princeton together. They never liked each other very much, not even back then.”
Ziva: “Why is that?”
Man: “Because the guy’s a bully. And Jeremy’s the only one who ever st…. Lodge slapped Kimberly around. Tabloid published some photos when Jeremy got home last week.”
Uncle Wayne: “Jeremy had a little chat with Devon.”
DiNozzo: “A chat.”
Man: “He threw a single punch. The charges have been dropped.”
Ziva: “Do you think Lodge retaliated by killing Jeremy?”
Uncle Wayne: “Ah, you’d have to talk to him about that.”
Abby: “Agent Borin and I are going through all the photos that were taken with the confiscated cameras from the dinner boat cruise. People take a lot of pictures of their food.”
Borin: “Hoping to catch something on film.”
Abby: “And we did. There was an engagement party right next to a row of windows. Since everybody’s got a camera phone now, we got a photo taken right before Nolan was shot.”
Gibbs: “You can see out the window.”
Abby: “Yep. That’s how we found our mystery boat or part of it.”
Borin: “Enough to identify the make and model?”
Abby: “She didn’t even have to use a computer Gibbs. It was the fishing tower of a twenty foot TidalNAV, a very fast sports fishing boat.”
Borin: “…And popular. I already have my office pulling all TidalNAV registrations in the DC area.”
Gibbs: “Abs that is good work.” (He hands Abby a CafPow and Borin a coffee.)
(The bouncers stop Ziva and Tony, and ask how they got in.)
DiNozzo: “We used these.” (He holds up his badge). “We’re looking for Devon Lodge and don’t say he’s not here or we’ll have to card everybody.” (They point him out). “Thank you sir, thank you.” ( Kimberly is struggling with Devon. He calls her a *****. Ziva grabs his hand )
Ziva: “That is not a nice word.”
Devon: “Who the hell are you?”
DiNozzo: “NCIS. Kimberly, want someone to help you outta’ here?”
Kimberly: “No thank you. I’m fine.” (She leaves)
DiNozzo: “Ladies. Can you give us a second? I need a moment with you.” (He pushes Devon down.)
Devon: “Do you have any idea who I am?”
DiNozzo: “Well that is a penetrating philosophical question, Devon. Didn’t take you for a thinker.”
Devon: “Yeah, well…”
DiNozzo: “Is that your job here? The thinker?”
Ziva: “Do you own a boat like this one?”
Devon: “Like that? No.”
DiNozzo: “But a fabulously wealthy guy like you could get his hands on pretty much anything, right?”
Ziva: “Where were you last night at 12:30?”
Devon: “Wait, wait, wait… this about Jeremy’s murder? Hey, c’mon.”
DiNozzo: “He did punch that pretty little puss of yours.”
Devon: “Yeah, well. The jarhead had a bad temper alright.”
DiNozzo: “Heard the same thing about you.”
Devon: “Well, I guess that you heard we hated each other. Oh, ok. He hated the fact I was dating his sister even more. I didn’t kill the guy alright. So why don’t you two leave before I get my very expensive lawyers involved.”
DiNozzo: “You get anyone you want involved, I’m gonna’ ask you one more time. Where were you last night at 12:30?”
Devon: “Buddy...I’m Devon Lodge. You want an alibi for last night? Do your jobs. Go outside. Find out from one of the camera monkeys where I was. They follow me around 24/7.”
McGee: “Boss. Ah, Coast Guard sent over all the registrations for the TidalNAV boats in the area. All 394 of them.”
Gibbs: “Start runnin’ em’ Tim… DiNozzo.”
DiNozzo: “Checking into the paparazzi Boss.”
Ziva: “For being everywhere, they’re surprisingly difficult to track down.”
Borin: “Kind of like termites or roaches.”
Gibbs: “Find one with film on Devon Lodge.”
Abby: “Gibbs. I found something. Ow, Ow, ow.”
Gibbs: “You ok?”
Abby: “Yeah. Ouch… blood.”
Borin: “You’re bleeding?”
Abby: “No. No, no. There’s a blood anomaly from the crime scene. Ok, blood results,on the left this is from our victim Lt. Nolan.”
Borin: “And the second one?”
Abby: “No idea. Turns out the swab used at the crime scene, it mixed two blood samples contaminating them. I didn’t know at first until I started getting too many restricted fragment length polymorphisms.”
Borin: “English Abs.”
Abby: “There was a second person wounded on the deck when Nolan was shot.”
Borin: “A second victim?”
Gibbs: “How long until you Id the second blood source?”
Abby: “Well, it’s tricky. And the traces were small and the blood samples were intermingled.”
Gibbs: “Abs, go… get started.”
Abby: “I knew you were gonna’ say that.”
(Phone rings) “Borin: Where? Thanks. Coast Guard patrol boat just pulled another body out of the Potomac.”
Gibbs: “I hope it’s the body we’re lookin’ for.”
Borin: “Swabbing for gun shot residue Dr. Mallard?”
Ducky: “Yes, and the other Abby will let me have the result.”
Borin: “How long do you think he was in the water?”
Ducky: “Ah. That’s difficult to determine. The tarp in which he was wrapped was nearly water tight. The water was about 40 degrees. He was basically refrigerated. But if I had to approximate, I’d say that this man was killed shortly after our Lt. was shot on the dinner boat.”
Borin: “Cause of death?”
Ducky: “The bullet that I took from his brain is a good candidate.”
Borin: “That looks like a 22.”
(Gibbs arrives): “Mmm… bullet… back of the head… close range.”
Borin: “Execution? After he was shot the killer wrapped his body in a plastic tarp and then weighed it down with barbell plates.”
Gibbs: “Didn’t sink.”
Ducky: “Yeah, well, the wrapping was nicely done but the bow slipped.”
Borin: “Body popped up. Drifted down stream before it was fished out.”
Gibbs: “You got anything else, Duck?”
Ducky: “When I was removing his clothing, I found these in one of his pockets.”
Gibbs: “Nine mils.”
Ducky: “I believe the expression is policing ones brass.”
Borin: “It’s the same caliber used to kill Lt. Nolan. But tarpman here was shot with a 22. So…you thinking what I’m thinking?”
Gibbs: “I think tarpman was a pro hired to kill Nolan and that he got a bullet instead of a bonus.”
Borin: “Swabbing for gun shot residue Dr. Mallard?”
Ducky: “Yes, and the other Abby will let me have the result.”
Borin: “How long do you think he was in the water?”
Ducky: “Ah. That’s difficult to determine. The tarp in which he was wrapped was nearly water tight. The water was about 40 degrees. He was basically refrigerated. But if I had to approximate, I’d say that this man was killed shortly after our Lt. was shot on the dinner boat.”
Borin: “Cause of death?”
Ducky: “The bullet that I took from his brain is a good candidate.”
Borin: “That looks like a 22.”
(Gibbs arrives): “Mmm… bullet… back of the head… close range.”
Borin: “Execution? After he was shot the killer wrapped his body in a plastic tarp and then weighed it down with barbell plates.”
Gibbs: “Didn’t sink.”
Ducky: “Yeah, well, the wrapping was nicely done but the bow slipped.”
Borin: “Body popped up. Drifted down stream before it was fished out.”
Gibbs: “You got anything else, Duck?”
Ducky: “When I was removing his clothing, I found these in one of his pockets.”
Gibbs: “Nine mils.”
Ducky: “I believe the expression is policing ones brass.”
Borin: “It’s the same caliber used to kill Lt. Nolan. But tarpman here was shot with a 22. So… you thinking what I’m thinking?”
Gibbs: “I think tarpman was a pro hired to kill Nolan and that he got a bullet instead of a bonus.”
Tony is sitting at his desk. It’s 11:03 by his computer. Ziva is asleep. Tony throws his pen at her which she catches without looking up.)
DiNozzo: “That’s crazy. Did you catch that in your sleep? You use sonar?”
Ziva: “That is why it is called a bat nap.” (She throws the pen back which stabs into the cork board behind him.)
“See… completely refreshed.”
McGee: “Well I wish I could say the same.”
DiNozzo: “Cheer up McDrowsy. Think of all the sweet overtime we are accruing. At this rate, we might get to retire early.”
Gibbs: “I can arrange that, DiNozzo.”
DiNozzo: “Got an idea on the floater, Boss. Kyle Dansby, thirty-four, hales from Wheeling, West Virginia.”
Ziva: “Dansby has a rap sheet dating back to 2000. Assault and battery and the FBI have investigated him twice for possible murder for hire jobs. He was their prime suspect.”
Borin: “Well I guess they don’t have to worry about that now.”
Gibbs: “Potomac… body.”
McGee: “Ah. Yes. Sorry. Ah, well, based on where Dansby’s body was found, we should be able to..”
Borin: “Trace it back to where he was dumped. I got this one McGee. Ok. Patrol boat recovered Dansby’s body here… the inlet at Potomac River Waterfront Park. The river runs toward the Chesapeake at the rate of two miles an hour… would’ve hit incoming tidal flow…ah...McGee. Could you zoom in please? (McGee hits a button.) Thank you. Now, the body would’ve stayed along the bank…means it had to of been dumped here…National Harbor.”
Gibbs: “McGee. You’re up.”
McGee: “Cross referencing National Harbor with a list of TidalNAVs. There are three in that vicinity. You’re not gonna’ believe who one of them is registered to.”
Borin: “Make me believe McGee.”
McGee: “It’s a holding company which is owned by Devon Lodges family.”
Gibbs: “Go back there. Get em’.”
McGee: “According to his latest Twitter update he is still ‘crunk’ at the club. Maybe code for something.”
Dinozzo: “Yeah… hedonism.”
Ziva: “Knock knock.”
Devon: “Aw… Really? Are we gonna’ have a problem?”
DiNozzo: “Looks like it gossip guy.”
Devon: “You look cute doll.” (He takes a swing at Tony and he hits him.)
DiNozzo: “Paparazzi’s gonna’ love this. How do I look Ziva?”
Devon: “Alright. Ask your dumb questions. Go ahead. While you two still have a job.”
DiNozzo: “We can’t ask you any questions until you sober up.”
Devon: “Oh… I’m waving my rights. Yeah. Ask me anything you want. I got nothing to hide, but, I would love to see what you are hiding under that jacket princess.”
DiNozzo: “What is this? Like reverse Darwinism? You rich guy cuz’ you don’t have to hunt or gather your brain atrophies?”
Devon: “Out of my way jackass. You know you’re blocking my view. Excuse me.”
DiNozzo : (looks like he wants to clock the guy). “So, what are you doin’ next week?”
Ziva: “Testifying at your preliminary hearing.”
Devon: “Oh. That doesn’t sound fun.”
DiNozzo: “True or false. You hired this guy to kill Nolan and then you shot him so that he ,uh ,couldn’t talk.”
Devon: “Gross. False. C’mon. You guys can’t be serious.”
Ziva: “We did not find anyone to confirm your alibi.”
DiNozzo: “In fact. You seemed to have slipped under the paparazzi’s radar for four hours during the night of the murder. Where’d you go?”
Devon: “Me? Ah, I don’t know. I don’t remember.”
McGee: (opens the door) “Tony.”
(Ziva and Tony go into hall with McGee.)
McGee: “Got a bit of a problem. There’s a reason we couldn’t find paparazzi footage of Devon Lodge from the night of the murder. Because the one guy that had it just sold it for $50,000 to ZMZ Celebrity News.”
Ziva: “Well. She looks familiar.”
McGee: “That’s because she’s Senator Baxley’s seventeen year old daughter.”
Ziva: “What does this prove?”
McGee: “The paparazzi guy that took this footage followed Lodge then waited for them outside... for four hours.”
DiNozzo: “He’s got an alibi for both murders.”
(Ziva goes in and picks Devon up out of his chair.)
Devon: “Whoa whoa whoa. I thought you just said I had an alibi… why are you arresting me?”
Ziva: “For having sex with a minor.”
Devon: “Oh…she told me she was eighteen?”
DiNozzo: “That’s what Fatty Arbuckle said.”
| (Squad Room) |
(McGee is struggling not to nod off at his computer. Tony makes a noise and then gives him the thumbs up.)
McGee: “Thanks, Tony.”
DiNozzo: “Any time.”
Gibbs: “No time like now. Let’s go. What’ve we got?”
DiNozzo: “Time stamp on Devon Lodge’s paparazzi footage is too legit to quit, Boss.”
Ziva: “Ah, he did not shoot our dead hitman and we checked his phone texts, banking records, doesn’t look like he hired Dansby either.”
DiNozzo: “Yeah, it is unfortunate but ah, we got nada.”
Gibbs: “Well somebody get something.”
McGee: “Boss… I got something.”
Borin: “My guys never do that.”
Gibbs: “Get yourself some new guys.”
McGee: “Probate closed at midnight on Jack Nolan’s estate. Guess who just became the world’s wealthiest marine posthumously?”
Borin: “Lt. Jeremy Nolan.”
McGee: “Yep. According to court records, the father changed his will just prior to his death.”
DiNozzo: “Guess dad had a change of heart.”
Borin: “So now a dead guy owns the entire company.”
McGee: “Not exactly. According to filings with the registry of commerce, Jeremy Nolan was about to convert the entire company from a private corporation into a charitable foundation.”
Borin: “Wonder who stood to lose if that happened?”
| (Conference room at Nolans Radar Systems) |
Uncle Wayne: “It’s very late, Agent Gibbs. I hope this has something to do with catching Jeremy’s killer.”
Gibbs: “Yeah, me to.” (Throws a set of boat keys on the table.)
Adams: “What is that?”
Borin: “Well I’m glad you asked Mr. Adams. Why don’t you take a look? Pick it up.”
Adams: “It’s a key.”
Borin: “It’s the key to the boat that Dansby used to kill Lt. Jeremy Nolan.”
Gibbs: “Fingerprint belongs to you. Blood belongs to Dansby.”
Adams: “That’s impossible. I didn’t kill him.”
Gibbs: “Key says you did.”
Adams: “Where did you find it?”
Borin: “Where did you leave it?”
Uncle Wayne: “Don’t say another word. Gimme’ the key.” (Borin throws him the key) I am legal council for these people. You talk to me. You don’t talk to them.”
Gibbs: “Ok. Let’s start with how you knew Dansby before Jeremy’s murder.”
Borin: “How much did he charge you to kill Lt. Nolan?”
Uncle Wayne: “This is absurd. We’re leaving.”
Borin: “Not yet.”
Gibbs: “How bout you Kimberly? You’ve been very quiet over there.”
Borin: “And we’ve just accused these two men of killing your brother. You have anything you wanna’ say?”
(Gibbs puts the keys in front of her) “Wanna’ have a look? Aren’t you warm?”
Kimberly: “I’m fine.”
Gibbs: “Really. That fire makes this room all toasty and you still got your fur coat on.”
Kimberly: “I said I’m fine.”
Gibbs: (slides the glass of water he just poured towards her) “Really? Pick it up.”
Uncle Wayne: “Alright. That’s enough.”
Borin: “What’s the matter Kimberly? Are you afraid of a little water?”
Kimberly: “I just lost my brother. His killer is out there.”
(Gibbs puts his hand on her right shoulder) “You’re right.”
(Kimberly gasps. Borin pulls the fur coat off.)
Uncle Wayne: “I said stop… Stop!”
Gibbs: “You’re lucky the bullet only nicked ya.”
Kimberly: “Do something.”
Gibbs: “Jeremy was standing right next to you when he was shot. You saw the bullet tear into his body. Must’ve been hard to watch your brother die.”
Kimberly: “I… I… I didn’t want to do it. They threatened me. They said if I I didn’t get Jeremy out onto the deck they were going to kill me. Please.”
Adams: (jumps up) “Liar.”
Adams: “She’s lying. It was all her idea but he’s the one who arranged the hitman.”
Uncle Wayne: “And you’re the one who put a bullet in Dansby’s head.”
Adams: “Prove it.”
Uncle Wayne: (reaches under jacket) “Fine.”
(Gibbs grabs his hand quickly. Uncle pulls out a phone.)
Gibbs: (lets go) “Alright.”
(Uncle turns on playback on his phone. You hear Kimberly and Adams talking about killing Jeremy.)
Uncle Wayne: "You really think I was dumb enough not to record every conversation we had in this room? I want to talk to the prosecutor right now.”
Kimberly: “Yeah. Go ahead. Cut your deal. You know I’m the only one in Jeremy’s will.”
Borin: “You’re under arrest. All of you.”
Gibbs: “Get up.” (Kimberly gasps again.)
| (Squad Room) |
(Borin is holding a cup holder with four coffees in it. Gibbs takes his.)
Gibbs: “Mmm…what’s wrong?”
DiNozzo: “It’s eight o’clock in the morning Boss.”
Gibbs: “Yeah man. Startin’ time.”
McGee: “Boss we haven’t been to sleep yet.”
Gibbs: “Well hell, go home.”
Borin: “Sleep is way, way overrated. Don’t ya think Gibbs?”
Gibbs: “I think you’re right.”
Borins: (Phone rings) Slow down Omagi. Where? Call Troy and tell her to prep the lab I’ll meet ya’ there in thirty. Dead body on a yacht in Baltimore. So, same time next year Gibbs?”
Gibbs: “We’ll see.”
Borin: “Thank you.”
Gibbs: “Captain. Can I help you?”
Captain: “I’m looking for the person in charge of Jeremy Nolan’s murder investigation.”
Gibbs: “That’d be me… Special Agent Gibbs.”
Captain: “Might want to know about this. (He hands Gibbs a folder)
“Could be pertinent to your case.”
Gibbs: (opens the folder) “Jeremy Nolan’s will?”
Captain: “Revised will. He had me redraft it while we were serving together over in Candahar.”
Gibbs: “You’re a lawyer?”
Captain: “Still have a successful firm in Chicago sir. That doesn’t mean I can’t still serve my country as a reservist.”
Gibbs: “No it doesn’t.” (shakes the Captains hand).
Captain: “Jeremy and I had a lot in common… got to be good friends. Good man. Good Marine.”
Gibbs: “He took his sister out of the will.”
Captain: “Yes. And he had me draw up articles of corporate conversion turning the company into a non profit foundation.”
Gibbs: “Left everything to charity.”
Captain: “I heard about what happened. Thought it might be…motive? Hope you catch his killer sir.”
Gibbs: “Yeah. Thanks Captain. Captain, we did get him.”
(DiNozzo looks at his time sheet and then screws it up and throws it in the trash.
Ziva: “Captain’s sacrifices inspire you to give up your comp time, Tony?”
DiNozzo: “No. I just realized I have three weeks of comp time coming to me. I can’t take that much time off.”
McGee: “Why not?”
DiNozzo: “Because someone else would get temporarily assigned to my desk.”
Ziva: “Afraid your replacement will outshine you?”
DiNozzo: “No. But ya’ know. Bledsoe goes down and all of a sudden there’s Tom Brady and he’s got a ??”
Gibbs: “DiNozzo, the game’s never over. Go on. All aya’… get outta’ here.”
| Episode 8.12 Recruited|
| Episode 8.13 Freedom|
| Episode 8.14 A Man Walks Into A Bar....|
| Episode 8.15 Defiance|
| Episode 8.16 Kill Screen.|
| Episode 8.17 One Last Stand|
| Episode 8.18 Out Of The Frying Pan|
| Episode 8.19 Tell-All|
| Episode 8.20 Two Faced|
| Episode 8.21 Dead Reflection|
| Episode 8.22 Balitmore.|
| Episode 8.23 Swan Song.|
| Episode 8.24 Pyramid.|
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