JAG 8x20, "Ice Queen"

by Kerlin

 

Note: This transcript is in rough draft form, meaning it only contains lines of dialogue. General actions and scenes will be added at a later date.

Breaks in text signify a scene change.

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SCOUT LEADER: Okay. Last arrow.
RANDOM BOY SCOUT: What'cha aiming at, Tommy? Maryland?
SCOUT LEADER: You'll never get your archery pin shooting like this, Tommy.
RANDOM BOY SCOUT: Eighteen.
RANDOM BOY SCOUT: Twenty four.
RANDOM BOY SCOUT: Twenty-six. I rule.
SCOUT LEADER: Hey Tommy. Get the arrow that went over the hill, okay? C'mon, get the arrows back, c'mon!

GIBBS: Kid puts an arrow in a corpse. That's a new one.
TONY: Just a variation. I remember we found this old guy - died watching TV. We found him sitting in the Lazy Boy, stiff as a board, with a Bud in his hand.
VIVIAN: Oh, please, not another Baltimore Homicide story.
TONY: Looks like a natural death, but we gotta wait for the ME to confirm it, right? So it's dinnertime, my partner and I are starving, so we tell the beat rookie to keep an eye on the stiff. Rookie's never been alone with a body. Well, suddenly, body goes out of rigor, slumps, the air trapped in the lungs is forced through the voice box and the corpse moans.
VIVIAN: Stop it!
TONY: Rookie freaks, enters his service revolver into the body.
GIBBS: Y'know what I think, Dinozzo?
TONY: Don't say it's an urban myth, man, 'cause I was there.
GIBBS: I think you were the rookie.
TONY: That's funny, Gibbs. Funny. Wrong. But funny.

GIBBS: Tony. Get me a hundred meter perimeter search.
TONY: One hundred. Got it.
GIBBS: Viv. Take the scout leader. I got the kid.
VIVIAN: Do you have to question the boy? What can he tell us that the Scout Leader can't?
GIBBS: I don't know, that's why I’m going to talk to him.
VIVIAN: You'll only add to his trauma.
STATE TROOPER: Hey.
GIBBS: Hi.
STATE TROOPER: Your ah, ME's down by the river with the body. Little guy by himself's the one who shot the arrow. He's pretty shook. One for the books, huh?
GIBBS: I think the scoutmaster's the tall one.
STATE TROOPER: First time I've known Chief Ness to let an outside agency handle a homicide on our turf.
GIBBS: Maybe he knows something about us you don't.

VIVIAN: Special Agent Blackadder, Naval Criminal Investigative Service.
SCOUT LEADER: She doesn't have a face. I brushed her hair aside, she doesn't have a face!
VIVIAN: Now, did you touch any other part of the body?
SCOUT LEADER: No, no, God no, I threw up, I called the police - you have no idea how horrible this was.
VIVIAN: Okay. You might wanna suck it up. For the boys.

GIBBS: My name's Gibbs. I'm a Special Agent with the Navy.
TOMMY: I - I didn't kill her.
GIBBS: I know you didn’t, bud. It's all over.
TOMMY: No, it won't be over. I'll dream about her.
GIBBS: Not if you don't want to.
TOMMY: I don't want to.
GIBBS: Then close your eyes and tell yourself you're not gonna dream about her.
TOMMY: That won't work.
GIBBS: worked for me. Since I was bout your age, I saw something bad, just like this. Trust me. Close your eyes. I won't dream about her. say it.
TOMMY: I won't dream about her.
GIBBS: Good. Here's my card. Gimme a call.
TOMMY: If I have a nightmare?
GIBBS: Nah, we already took care of that. Come see where I work. Bring some friends. I'll give you a tour.

VIVIAN: Scout Leader took one look at the body, barfed and called 911. Did you get anything different from the boy?
GIBBS: Well, he didn't barf. Whew. What've you got for us, Ducky?
DUCKY: One deceased, pregnant Lieutenant who appears to have been tossed into a tree. Love your perfume, Special Agent Blackadder. How about dinner tonight after the autopsy?
VIVIAN: Oohh, I never date men old enough to be my father, Ducky.
DUCKY: A Blackadder reminds me of a young woman I autopsied once.
GIBBS: When'd she die?
DUCKY: Oh, gosh, oh, that was, in Hollywood, let's see - it's got to be at least twenty years ago. She was an assistant film editor, and the film editor's wife caught them in flagrante delecto -
GIBBS: This one, Ducky. When did this one die?
DUCKY: It's been a while.
GIBBS: You care to be more specific?
DUCKY: Not until I do the autopsy.
GIBBS: Humor me.
DUCKY: Judging by the decomposition I'd say two and a half, three weeks.
GIBBS: Cause of death?
DUCKY: Ha! Well, it wasn't the arrow.

VIVIAN: Find any tracks?
Tony: Nah. Ground's soaked, rain must've washed 'em away.
VIVIAN: You concrete cobs can't read tracks unless it's in neon. What's that?
Tony: That's a deer track?
VIVIAN: how old?
Tony: What are you , Pocahontas? What?
VIVIAN: Nothing.
Tony: Come on. No, no, no - definitely something. What?
VIVIAN: You just um, reminded me of my brother Rex. Taught me to track. Called me Pocahontas.
Tony: I'd rather you didn't think of me as your brother, Viv.
VIVIAN: Oh, I could never do that, Tony. Rex was...much better looking.
Tony: Ha. What are you, taking comedy lessons from Gibbs. Did you say was?
VIVIAN: Rex was...killed on the Cole.
Tony: I'm sorry, Viv.
VIVIAN: Me too.
Tony: So, he why you left the FBI and hooked up with us?
VIVIAN: Yeah.

GIBBS: How pregnant was she, Ducky?
DUCKY: Hm? Thanks. Well, I don't know. Let's see. Without holding it in my hands I'd estimate four, five months.
GIBBS: Push her hair out of her face, would you, Duck? What happened ot her face? It's too cold for larva.
DUCKY: Crows. They took her eyes first, then tore away the soft flesh.
GIBBS: Why didn't they go after her hands and feet?
DUCKY: I've been pondering that ever since I got here, Gibbs. I really don't know.
GIBBS: She was in the river.
VIVIAN: how'd she get into the tree?
GIBBS: Look at the water marks on the tree, on the rocks. River came up in the spring thaw, she floated in here. You can bag her, Duck. She wasn't dumped here.
DUCKY: ...wrap.
TONY: Hey. She's a JAG.
DUCKY: Ever work with her? Look, I know she's a bit messy. But how many blonde JAG female lieutenants can there be?

CHEGWIDDEN: NCIS has discovered the remains of an unidentified JAG Lieutenant in Potomac Park. Medical Examiner estimates she's between four and five months pregnant.
Harriet: Oh my Lord, sir, I hope it isn't Lieutenant Singer.
HARM: Well, it can't be Lieutenant Singer. She's due in two weeks.
CHEGWIDDEN: Have you been in contact with the Lieutenant?
HARM: Wh - I - ah, no, sir, not since she left three months ago, I was, ah, estimating.
MAC: Harm's right, sir, it couldn't be Lauren. I mean, the Medical examiner wouldn't misestimate by four months.
CHEGWIDDEN: He hasn't conducted the autopsy yet. I assume the body's somewhat...decomposed. Enter.
TINER: Excuse me, Admiral. I tried Lieutenant Singer's San Diego number and her cell phone, sir. Both have been disconnected, Admiral.
CHEGWIDDEN: Thank you, Tiner.
TINER: Aye aye, sir.
CHEGWIDDEN: Well, that doesn't look good.
HARM: What, you're not writing her off, are you sir?
CHEGWIDDEN: You know, Commander, I may not personally know all seven hundred and fifty, ah, JAG officers under my command, but I damn sure would know if one was missing for three weeks. NCIS will DNA the remains, run them through the military database. We should shortly know if it's Lieutenant Singer.
HARM: Excuse me, sir.
CHEGWIDDEN: Is there, um, something going on between the Commander and Lieutenant Singer I should know about?

GIBBS: Body was found right here. I had Dinozzo do a hundred meter preliminary search, but I want a search team sent out there first thing in the morning. Work both sides of the Potomac. Start at the falls and work your way downstream.
RA: How far downstream?
GIBBS: All the way to the tidal basin if you have to, Dobbs. If you're lucky, the purse washed up somewhere.
DOBBS: With this war going on, I can't get enough agents to cover that area.
GIBBS: You call Gunnery Sergeant Puller down at Quantico, and you tell him I need a few of his Marines for a little field exercise. Gunny Puller owes me. Listen.
TONY: That was Admiral Chegwidden. He couldn't reach Lieutenant Singer. Home phone in San Diego and cell have been disconnected and, ready for this? He said she's due to deliver in two weeks.
VIVIAN: No. There's no way that body was full term.
TONY: Some women hid it well.
VIVIAN: Not that well.
MORROW: Gibbs.
GIBBS: Yes, sir.
MORROW: Follow me. Your team can tag along.
VIVIAN: That's Amad Bin-Atwa.
RG: You know your terrorists.
VIVIAN: Is he in that hotel?
MORROW: Well, if our intel is accurate, he's just completed a tier in coup (?).
RG: French for nooner.
TONY: Is that Heather with the bag?
RG: Who else would have those legs?
Target is standing right beside you. Get a snap...
Monsieur? Où est la Place du Monde?
Good...
Freeze it.
ID matching. We've got a match.
ID confirmed. Proceed.

TONY: Gotcha.
VIVIAN: Amad Bin-Atwa supplied money and explosives to Hassan Mohammed who executed the attack on the Cole. They're an al-jihad team that's been together for nine years. If Bin-Atwa gives up Hassan, I want in on the kill.
GIBBS: You're not tasked with capturing Hassan Mohammed.
VIVIAN: Gibbs, my brother died on the Cole.
GIBBS: I know that.
VIVIAN: Then get me in on this.
GIBBS: You're not here to use NCIS as your personal instrument of revenge. You get your head around this murder case or you pull your tailored suit out of mothballs and you march your butt right back to the J. Edgar Hoover building. Am I clear, Agent Blackadder? Am. I. Clear?
VIVIAN: Very. Sir.
TONY: Did you ever notice how all Marines think they're DIs?

DOBBS: We're searching for a Navy purse, but I want you to mark everything that's not growing. If you find anything, flag it and call me. Do not touch it, I'll bag it.
Yes, sir.

TONY: How could the vic be full term and not look it?
VIVIAN: Well, if she delivered before she died...she'd still appear pregnant.
TONY: Ah, Viv could be on to something, Gibbs.
VIVIAN: Y'know, maybe it was too much for her - premature delivery, being single, post-partem depression... What if she gave up and took a header off the bridge above the falls?
GIBBS: With the baby?
VIVIAN: What a horrible thought.
GIBBS: Yeah. We need the fetus in utero to match the father's DNA. What, you think that's cold?
VIVIAN: Very.
GIBBS: Good. It means I'm focused.
VIVIAN: I hope I'm never that focused.

DUCKY: Well, aside from having no face, you cleaned up pretty good.
GIBBS: All you're gonna smell is a dead gal with a chest cold. The only unaccounted for JAG is a Lieutenant Singer. She's pregnant - supposedly full term.
DUCKY: Then she's not our guest.
TONY: Could she have just delivered?
DUCKY: Nope. Having a good day, Vivian?
VIVIAN: Oh, just ducky.
DUCKY: Oh, the, ah, DNA results will be released shortly, and then we'll be formally introduced.
GIBBS: Gonna need the fetus DNA, Duck.
DUCKY: You think daddy's the killer?
GIBBS: She was single.
DUCKY: Hmm. Shame on you.
GIBBS: If we're lucky, the baby's DNA'll match somebody at JAG.
VIVIAN: It's illegal to use military DNA except to identify the body.
GIBBS: I don't intend to use it in court.
VIVIAN: Well it's still illegal.
TONY: That law's gonna change soon, Viv.
VIVIAN: Well, it hasn't changed yet.
GIBBS: Politicians have their time table, I have mine.
DUCKY: Let's not fight, children, we're all on the same team. Let me show you what I found on the body before I send them up to Abby. One cocktail napkin, very water soaked. It appears to have something scribbled on it. Our Lieutenant was traveling on American Airlines.
GIBBS: To or from?
DUCKY: It's hard to tell - that's in worse shape than the napkin.
GIBBS: I can partially make out a destination...S something N?
TONY: Chegwidden said Lieutenant Singer lived in San Diego, SAN is their airport designation.
GIBBS: San Diego. Have them check her residence, interview neighbors, full investigation. Anything else, Duck?
DUCKY: Yes. I saved the best for last. This metallic sliver was embedded in a posterior skull fracture. I'll show you - it was, ah, here. My guess, she was hit on the head with a blunt metal objet and dumped over the falls. These fractures could have been caused by going over the falls without a barrel.
GIBBS: Check every bridge above the falls.
TONY: Viv and I'll be out at first light.
GIBBS: You're on your own. She's going with me to JAG. C'mere, let me show you something.
DUCKY: Viv. Shall we see how our guest is hiding a full term fetus? Ahh...saved by the bell.

CHEGWIDDEN: The Armed Forces DNA Registry has identified the body as Lieutenant Singer's. Special Agents Gibbs and Blackadder of NCIS, they'll be investigating her death.
HARM: Admiral, you're letting NCIS take the lead on this?
CHEGWIDDEN: That's correct.
HARM: Sir, I recommend we run a concurrent JAGMAN investigation.
CHEGWIDDEN: Request denied.
HARM: Admiral, I think it -
CHEGWIDDEN: Denied.
HARM: She was murdered.
GIBBS: Why would you suspect that, Commander?
HARM: No, you wouldn't be here if it was an accidental death, now would you?
MAC: Lieutenant Singer was supposed to be in San Diego, any idea what she was doing back in DC?
VIVIAN: We were hoping one of you could tell us?
HARM: Well, nobody here has seen Lieutenant Singer since she left back in January.
GIBBS: Do you always speak for everyone, Commander Rabb?
CHEGWIDDEN: Agents Gibbs and Blackadder have requested to interview each of you individually. I expect your full cooperation. How would you like to proceed with this?
GIBBS: While you're all still here I'd like to admonish you that discussing your testimony with one another could result in an obstruction of justice charge, so if you could refrain from discussing our questions or your answers, that would be appreci -
HARM: I think we know the law, Gibbs, we're lawyers.
GIBBS: You seem to know it better than anyone else, why don't we start with you.
HARM: Fine.
CHEGWIDDEN: Commander Rabb and I have to rework a court schedule. Anyway, I prefer you start with me. Any problems with that?
GIBBS: Nope.
CHEGWIDDEN: Good. Give me a few minutes, I'll be right with you. That'll be all.
VIVIAN: I thought we called the shots on an investigation.
GIBBS: We do.
VIVIAN: So why let the Admiral cool Rabb down?
GIBBS: Well, we're gonna let the Admiral play the good cop...for about seven minutes. Have a seat.

CHEGWIDDEN: What the hell went on between you and Lieutenant Singer?
HARM: Nothing, sir.
CHEGWIDDEN: Nothing my ass! After that performance in the conference room, you'd be my prime suspect!
HARM: I didn't kill Lieutenant Singer, Admiral.
CHEGWIDDEN: I know you didn't kill her, but you're involved and I wanna know how.
HARM: I'd rather not say, sir.
CHEGWIDDEN: Good God, did you get her pregnant? No, of course not, you didn't get her pregnant. But you know who did, and you're protecting him, aren't you?
HARM: I am protecting Lieutenant Singer's privacy, sir. If she didn't tell anyone who the father was, I'm not going to speculate.
CHEGWIDDEN: You're not being any more truthful with me than you would be with NCIS.
HARM: I'm not going to lie, Admiral.
CHEGWIDDEN: No, you're a damn good lawyer and know how to obfuscate the truth in an interrogation...huh. Damn, he's good.
HARM: Sir?
CHEGWIDDEN: Special Agent Gibbs. He's got me questioning you. Hearsay rules don't apply in interrogation, I'm duty-bound to repeat anything you tell me if he asks.
HARM: You really think he's that devious?
CHEGWIDDEN: Reminds me a lot of you.

CHEGWIDDEN: Lieutenant Singer requested extended maternity leave in January and it was granted.
GIBBS: Is that the last contact you had with her?
CHEGWIDDEN: That's correct.
VIVIAN: There was a charge, subsequently dropped, by the skipper of the Seahawk of conduct unbecoming.
CHEGWIDDEN: That's right. She was found to be pregnant while on sea duty. The skipper suggested an onboard liaison.
VIVIAN: She said it happened before she sailed but refused to prove it by naming the father.
CHEGWIDDEN: That's correct.
VIVIAN: Why'd the skipper drop the charges?
CHEGWIDDEN: I assume he believed her.
GIBBS: Or COL Mackenzie. You sent her to the Seahawk too to investigate Lieutenant Singer, didn't you?
CHEGWIDDEN: You already know that. It's in that file.
GIBBS: It's not in this file. This is Commander Rabb's file. You sent him to the Seahawk, too.
CHEGWIDDEN: Separate investigation.
GIBBS: He and Lieutenant Singer even departed together.
CHEGWIDDEN: Pure coincidence. She was on her way back to Washington, he was on his way to assignment in Naples.
GIBBS: I'll bet they conversed on the COD.
CHEGWIDDEN: I'm sure they did. I have, ah, no idea what they said.
GIBBS: He didn't mention it, Admiral?
CHEGWIDDEN: No he didn't, and neither did she. Agent Gibbs, why don't we save ourselves some time, what do you say? The only thing Commander Rabb told was that he did not murder Lieutenant Singer and has no idea who did.

TONY: Dobbs. You find a purse?
DOBBS: Nope. Just enough junk for a garage sale. I doubt any of it ties into your case, but I'm not taking any chances. Marines I sent find you?
TONY: Oh, yeah. Guarding the area I taped off. Didn't even ask when they'd get relieved.
DOBBS: Hey, after Quantico, this is vacation.
TONY: Haha, I got it! Before you go out tomorrow, buy a purse at the Navy Exchange, soak it in mud, and turn it in!
DOBBS: Blackadder doesn't know, does she?
TONY: Know what?
DOBBS: Well, Gibbs is about to interrogate the guy. Soon as they loosen Ben-Atwa up, Director's gonna send him in. The question is, is he gonna take Agent Blackadder with him?
TONY: I hope not. 'Cause that would make him a good guy in her eyes, and frankly, I think she's just starting to like me.

TONY: Is that number two or three today?
ABBY: If you must know, it's number four.
TONY: I brought you a little present.
ABBY: Ooh. And you wonder why you're still single. Is this blood from our vic?
TONY: Hope so. How long before we get a DNA?
ABBY: See what ABO typing says first.
TONY: You redecorating?
ABBY: Mm. I just thought I'd brighten the place up a bit, y'know.
TONY: D'you take these?
ABBY: Yeah. That's a cross section of what a twelve gage did to an L3 to L5.
TONY: Shotgun shattered backbone?
ABBY: Yeah. The middle one there is a cross section of an ice pick to a cerebellum.
TONY: Duodenum.
ABBY: Yeah. I like to call it duodenum with a lie chaser. It's the sad end of a Drano drinker.
TONY: You need to get out more, Abby.
ABBY: Is that an invite?

GIBBS: Could the father be someone from right here at JAG?
Bud: God, no. No, that - nobody around here would be dumb enough to get involved with Lieutenant Singer. I mean, she's not an unattractive woman, but...you - you - you don't think it's me, do you?
ABBY: Should we?
Bud: I did not have sex with that woman!
GIBBS: That's not the best choice of words there, Lieutenant.
Bud: I know. I, I know, but believe me! It wasn't me!
GIBBS: Yeah, we know that. So who was it?
MANETTI: I'm the last person to ask that. I'm new here.
GIBBS: What does your intuition tell you?
MANETTI: Not to answer questions that I don't know the answers to.
GIBBS: Spoken like a lawyer at a deposition, Commander.
MANETTI: It wasn't someone from JAG.
GIBBS: Now how would you know that?
MANETTI: The bartender at Benzinger's told me that Singer was seeing a civilian before she shipped out.
GIBBS: Did you know that Commander Rabb asked Commander Manetti to ferret out who Lieutenant Singer was seeing prior to her deployment?
MAC: What?
GIBBS: He wasn't part of your investigation. Why would he do that? Colonel?
MAC: I have no idea. You'll have to ask Commander Rabb.

VIVIAN: Wait, why didn't we question him?
GIBBS: That what the FBI would've done?
VIVIAN: Damn right.
GIBBS: Yeah, well, they wear suits and ties, too.
VIVIAN: They may wear suits and ties but they share the play book. Look, Rabb ran an unofficial investigation into Lieutenant Singer's love life. Okay? Why don't we slap him in a room, read him his rights, and go for the jugular?
GIBBS: Because he is JAG's fair-haired boy.
VIVIAN: Oh, and that gets him a pass in a murder investigation?
GIBBS: He's the best prosecutor and defender they have.
VIVIAN: Oh please, I'm in awe.
GIBBS: Well, you should be. We start questioning Rabb and we don't have all the pieces to the puzzle, he'll pull an OJ on us and he won't need a slick defense lawyer to do it.
VIVIAN: I'm feeling, ah, really...really stupid, Gibbs.
GIBBS: Eh. Just a little behind the learning curve.

SERGEI: Da. Brother! How are you!
HARM: Hey, I'm good. I'm good. How's your fiancée?
SERGEI: Gilina is wonderful. But ah, a little crazy making plans for the wedding. What is wrong, brother?
HARM: Sergei, did you see Lauren Singer when you were in DC three weeks ago?
SERGEI: Lauren? No.
HARM: Did you talk to her on the phone?
SERGEI: Not since that night you made her call me about the baby.
HARM: Did you really believe her when she said it wasn't yours?
SERGEI: Yes. Is she now saying...the baby is mine?
HARM: Lieutenant Singer was murdered three weeks ago, Sergei.
SERGEI: Murdered? [russian] You think I did it?
HARM: No, of course not. But the investigators might if they think you were the father...and you were in town when she was murdered.
SERGEI: Always the big brother, hm? Always protecting me.
HARM: Hey, that's what big brothers are for.

ABBY: We'll do a full DNA for court, but the ABO shows a match. Type AB. I'd say the blood you found is Lieutenant Singer's.
GIBBS: Good job.
TONY: Thanks.
GIBBS: I was talking to Abby.
ABBY: There's more. Here.
VIVIAN: Benzinger's.
TONY: What's that, a magic word?
GIBBS: It's a bar in Falls Church where Lieutenant Singer used to hang out.
ABBY: A bar definitely goes with the chem analysis I did of the stomach contents. Based on the degree of digestion, she died within two hours of her last snack. And I do mean snack.
TONY: Yeah yeah yeah...thiamin mononitrate, riboflavin, folic acid, vegetable oil...
ABBY: Peanuts, pretzels, crackers...it's a bar mix.
VIVIAN: What's the 13 digit number?
GIBBS: That's a Moscow cell phone number.
VIVIAN: How do you know?
GIBBS: If I can't ID a Moscow number after six months undercover the taxpayers should get their money back. You know how to trace a number fast?
VIVIAN: Oh yeah. Through the FBI.
GIBBS: Guess that would work too.
ABBY: I got more goodies. I got the name off the airline ticket.
TONY: We got that.
ABBY: And the destination.
TONY: Yeah, we got that too.
ABBY: And the departure date.
TONY: Early April.
ABBY: Eehhh. January 6.
GIBBS: Well, that's gotta be April 6.
ABBY: Nah, Gibbs, you just need young eyes. That's a one, not a four.
GIBBS: That's a one?
ABBY: Yeah.
TONY: So she missed her flight.
ABBY: Tony, she got whacked.
TONY: Yeah, not three months ago.
DUCKY: Actually, three months is probably quite accurate. I'm afraid our victim was in the Potomac at least that long.
ABBY: What, racking up frequent floater miles?
DUCKY: Being an ice queen. She was frozen.
VIVIAN: Hey. I got a suspect. Manetti said the Benzinger's bartender told her Singer was seeing a civilian before she shipped out, right? Well, that Moscow cell is registered to a Sergei Zhukov. I'm running an immigration check. He was in the states when Singer got pregnant, left two days before she shipped out, and returned for forty-eight hours three weeks ago. What?
GIBBS: Lieutenant Singer was murdered months ago. Cross-check Zhukov's cell phone number and Rabb's number. Hey Adie, it's Gibbs. I need to speak to the Director.
VIVIAN: I won't have to. Zhukov's green card sponsor was Commander Harmon Rabb. They're half-brothers.

MORROW: You making progress on the JAG murder?
GIBBS: Yes, sir.
MORROW: Who's your prime suspect?
GIBBS: A JAG officer.
MORROW: Damn. We have to work with these people. Not a senior officer, I hope? Do I know him?
GIBBS: Yes, sir. I believe you do.
MORROW: Are you gonna tell me his name?
GIBBS: Commander Harmon Rabb.
MORROW: I couldn't be more stunned if you told me it was Admiral Chegwidden. Are you certain?
GIBBS: Not a hundred percent. But from the information we're gathering, we know he's deeply involved.
MORROW: I don't need to tell you the implications if you're wrong.
GIBBS: That's why I"m moving slowly.
MORROW: Don't move too slowly. NSA decrypts indicate...el-jihad is poised to launch another gray hull attack.
GIBBS: Which ship?
MORROW: Only Hassan Mohammed knows.
GIBBS: Not Bin-Atwa?
MORROW: Boys up the river tell me el-jihad is limiting target data to the executor. I need you to break Bin-Atwa.
GIBBS: When do I leave?
MORROW: Soon as you wrap up the JAG murder?
GIBBS: With all due respect...Director...breaking him is a lot more important than wrapping up a...murder.
MORROW: If this involved anyone other than JAG, I'd agree. All I can tell you is - do both. Fast.

DOBBS: Anybody finds that purse gets a steak dinner on me!

ABBY: How'd you find her wheels?
TONY: DMV check. It's been sitting in the impound lot since January.
ABBY: Let your fingers do the talking. Why'd they tow it?
TONY: It was abandoned in the lot at Great Falls. Any of those prints large enough to be a man's?
ABBY: Yep. Whoever was riding shotgun.
TONY: How fast can you run 'em?
ABBY: Usually takes about 12 hours...but for dinner...
TONY: Get me an ID in two and I'll make it Cafe Atlantico.
ABBY: Sweet.

GIBBS: Hey. What've you got?
VIVIAN: Oh, plenty. San Diego found that Singer took a furnished rental on Coronado Island. Ordered a phone installed and never showed. And get this. No credit card or bank activity since she picked up two hundred dollars at a Falls Church ATM on Jan 4.
GIBBS: Narrows the murder date between the fourth of January and the missed flight on the sixth.
TONY: Abby's pulled a man's prints from the car, she's running them now.
GIBBS: Check with Ducky. See if those dates coincide with the autopsy.
VIVIAN: Got it.
GIBBS: C'mon, lover boy.
TONY: Where we going?
GIBBS: Benzinger's, to get a drink.
ABBY: They get drinks and I get Ducky.

Ducky: All of her cells were ruptured from freezing. When the Potomac thawed, she thawed. That's why the crows only got your face...your arms and legs were encapsulated in ice.
VIVIAN: Could she have died between the fourth and sixth of January?
DUCKY: The development of the fetus is consistent with those dates.
VIVIAN: Ducky. You didn't match Rabb's DNA to the fetus, did you?
DUCKY: I didn't have to. We didn't always have DNA, you know. And we didn't always have television. You're too young to remember, but in many ways, radio was much more fascinating -
VIVIAN: Okay, Ducky -
DUCKY: - you had to use your imagination -
VIVIAN: Ducky. Why didn't you have to?
DUCKY: I checked Commander Rabb's blood type, that's legal. There's no way he could have fathered the girl.
VIVIAN: Girl...
DUCKY: Yes. You're sure you won't have dinner with me tonight, Viv?
VIVIAN: Oh, Ducky, you're disgusting.
DUCKY: The pursuit of sex is an affirmation of life, Vivian. That's why older men are so lascivious.
VIVIAN: I'm talking about your lack of respect for the dead.
DUCKY: I have the utmost respect for the dead.
VIVIAN: Well, that's obvious from the way you speak to them.
DUCKY: If you were dead, wouldn't you rather be spoken to rather than about?
VIVIAN: But her soul isn't in...this...
DUCKY: Perhaps not. but I've always felt a presence when conducting an autopsy. Especially with murder victims. I couldn't understand why the crows hadn't touched her hands and feet. Suddenly, I saw myself in a block of ice with only my head exposed.
VIVIAN: Your subconscious solved the problem.
DUCKY: Then shouldn't I have envisioned the Lieutenant in a block of ice? Hey. Hey, why don't we discuss that over dinner?
VIVIAN: Not tonight.
DUCKY: She didn't say no. Just, not tonight.

GIBBS: We hade a conversation with the bartender at Benzinger's. He recalls you being there one evening in January.
COATES: I was at Benzinger's a couple of times in January, sir.
GIBBS: This time you were in a booth behind Commander Rabb and Lieutenant Singer.
COATES: I make an effort not to listen in on other people's conversations.
TONY: Nah, this conversation was so heated it got the bartender's attention across the room.
COATES: I may have heard a few things.

HARM: So what makes you think that I would be involved any way other than professionally with Lieutenant Singer?
GIBBS: You're more comfortable asking questions than you are answering them, huh.
HARM: I guess I'm not used to being a suspect.
GIBBS: A suspect. Who said you were a suspect? Have I read you your Article 31 rights?
HARM: No, you haven't. Which means you're playing a very risky game, Gunny.
GIBBS: I'm not smart enough to play risky games with a lawyer of your caliber, Rabb.
HARM: That's Commander Rabb. Or Commander. Or sir. Gunny. I believe as a reservist you're still technically in the Marine Corps.
GIBBS: I am an NCIS Special Agent, and I don't have to salute you, or sir you, or give you any military courtesy, but you know that. So who's playing the games here? Quite the control freak.
HARM: That makes two of us.

TONY: Hey hey. Dobbs is coming in with a cover he found in the woods below the falls. A cover just like that one.

HARM: Since I'm not a suspect, I see no reason to continue wasting my time here...
GIBBS: I wonder how the Admiral would feel about his top JAG not responding to an investigation into the death of one of his officers. Jessie. One coffee, black? Make that two, Jessie. Thank you.
HARM: I don't know who fathered Lieutenant Singer's baby and I don't know who murdered her. So what else, Gibbs?
GIBBS: What did your investigation show?
HARM: Hey, you were there. The Admiral ordered me to stay out of this.
GIBBS: Oh, I'm referring to the investigation you gave Commander Manetti to do - on Lieutenant Singer's love life prior to her deployment.

TONY: Oops.
VIVIAN: Yeah, oops is right. Without reading him his rights we're gonna lose all this stuff in court.
TONY: No, no, no, we got this stuff, Viv, Gibbs is setting Rabb up.

HARM: Well, COL Mackenzie's investigation into Lieutenant Singer's pregnancy wasn't going well. Mac and I are old friends, I thought I'd help.
GIBBS: A reasonable answer.
HARM: Yeah, the truth usually is.
GIBBS: So you wouldn't mind giving us a DNA sample?
HARM: For what purpose?
GIBBS: Paternity test.
HARM: I didn't even like Lieutenant Singer.
GIBBS: I wouldn't say that during a murder investigation.
HARM: No, you can't have my DNA.
GIBBS: If you're not guilty...
HARM: General principle.
GIBBS: Okay. No DNA. When was the last time you saw Lieutenant Singer?
HARM: Early January before she left for San Diego.
GIBBS: What'd you talk about?
HARM: We swapped the usual lies between two officers who have nothing in common.

TONY: Here it comes.

GIBBS: That was the first week in January?
HARM: Sounds about right.
GIBBS: That was the last time you saw her?
HARM: That's what I said.
GIBBS: At Benzinger's?

TONY: Ooh. Buggered.
ABBY: So. Rabb's prints? Are all over Singer's convertible.

HARM: Who told you we were at Benzinger's?
GIBBS: You did meet her there, didn't you?
HARM: Yeah.
GIBBS: Yo.
HARM: Who's prompting you from behind the mirror?
GIBBS: You recognize that?
HARM: Should I?
GIBBS: You dial it often enough.
HARM: Well, I call so many numbers.
GIBBS: It's your brother's cell phone number in Moscow. Immigration records show that he was here when Singer got pregnant, and again three weeks ago.
HARM: Sergei did not kill Lieutenant Singer.
GIBBS: Was he the father?
HARM: She said he wasn't.
GIBBS: Did he believe her?
HARM: Yeah.
GIBBS: But you didn't?
HARM: I'm not sure. The important thing is, he believed her. And he swears to me he hasn’t spoken to her or seen her since early January since she called.
GIBBS: Why would he give Singer his Moscow number?
HARM: I did that. I wrote it on a napkin at Benzinger's bar.
GIBBS: Commander, you are suspected of having committed murder.
HARM: What?
GIBBS: You have the right to remain silent and make no statement.
HARM: You think I killed Lieutenant Singer?
GIBBS: Any statement you do make could be used against you in a court of martial law.
HARM: I know my Article 31 rights and I waive them.
VIVIAN: You have the right to consult a lawyer prior to any...
HARM: I said I waive them.
GIBBS: She used to be FBI.
VIVIAN: This lawyer may be a civilian lawyer, retained by you at no cost to...
HARM: How long you been doing this, Gibbs?
GIBBS: Nineteen years.
HARM: Can you tell if someone's guilty, by looking in their eyes?
GIBBS: I can.
HARM: Yeah, well look in mine. Ask me. Ask me!
GIBBS: Would you kill for your brother?

TO BE CONTINUED