1x07, "Sub Rosa"

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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YARD WORKER: I cannot believe they lost.
DELIVERY DUDE: I can't believe you gave me six points. So what've you got for me today?
YARD WORKER: Just - these drums here.
DELIVERY DUDE: All righty, sweetcheeks. Whoa, whoa, whoa!
YARD WORKER: Aw, man, I'm going to be cleaning up this mess for days.
DELIVERY DUDE: What the hell is that?

MACGEE: Should I close him off, or...
TONY: No. The best thing is - for you to do nothing. Okay, Agent McGee? Just secure the area and wait for us to get there. Okay. Case agent at Norfolk sounds pretty green. You look like hell.
KATE: A woman loves to hear that, Tony.
TONY: If you're coming down with something, don't sit next to me in the truck.
KATE: Huh. There's an upside to having a cold?
TONY: You wanna tell the doctor about it?
GIBBS: You guys ready to go?
KATE: Ah, all set, ah...yeah...and Ducky and Jackson are already on their way. Oh - God. Oh, God, I'm - sorry. I - what do you put in your coffee?
GIBBS: Coffee...
KATE: Okay...I'll just go down the hall and get you another cup.
GIBBS: That's...not coffee. Meet you in the truck.
TONY: I've never experienced Gibbs without his morning coffee. We're in uncharted waters here, Kate.

DUCKY: Yes, there are multiple purposes for hydrochloric acid on a naval base. It's most commonly used to surface-clean metal. It's highly corrosive, readily penetrates human skin, destroying soft tissue and de-calcifying bone. From the look of this fellow, I'd say he wasn't in that drum very long. I'd venture...less than 24 hours.
TONY: Worst case of acid indigestion I've ever seen.
GIBBS: Hey. Better get Michael Jackson out of here before he ralfs.
TONY: C'mon, MacGee, help me take measurements for the sketches.
GIBBS: He wearing crackerjacks, Duck?
DUCKY: Yes, definitely enlisted. Well, we're not going to get fingerprints, but on the left forearm a bit of skin attached and some discoloration.
KATE: A birthmark?
DUCKY: Possibly. I'll be able to tell more when I get him home.
KATE: The Armed Forces DNA registry can get us a match.
GIBBS: They're backlogged. I wouldn't count on anything for at lest 48 hours.

MACGEE: I've heard stories about Special Agent Gibbs.
TONY: Only half of 'em are true. Trick is, figuring out which half.

GIBBS: With inspection procedures as tight as they are, probably murdered on base.
MARINE GUY: Anyone getting past us in the trunk of a car.
GIBBS: Which means he had to be murdered by someone with clearance.
MARINE GUY: Yes, sir.
GIBBS: Anyone reported missing?
MARINE GUY: We had a UA Seaman reported last week, but he was picked up at his home.
GIBBS: Whale-huggers?
MARINE GUY: Yes, sir. Been bugging us for weeks.
GIBBS: Why don’t you just shoot 'em?
MARINE GUY: Heh. I've been tempted.

TONY: We have to keep the crime scene under guard until it's released by Gibbs.
MACGEE: I'll let Security know.
TONY: Gibbs wants NCIS to remain in control.
MACGEE: So...I.. I should stay here.
TONY: Mhm. We'll get you relieved as soon as you can.
MACGEE: Okay.
KATE: Why are you making him stay here?
TONY: Because I can?
KATE: That is complete abuse of authority.
TONY: Lighten up, he's new, he expects to be abused. It goes with the territory.
KATE: This isn't pledge week at Sigma Chi, Tony.
TONY: Bet you were a lot of fun in college.
KATE: I was a lot of fun in college.
TONY: Really.

DUCKY: Fortunately your facial bone structure is intact. With these photos Abby will be able to build a computer model - not a model you'd want on your mantelpiece, but she'll do the best she can.
GERALD: Abby's getting Gibbs on the line.
DUCKY: Ah. Ah, would you?
GERALD: Sure.

ABBY: Good morning, guys!
GIBBS: Where's Ducky?
DUCKY: Right here, Jethro.
GIBBS: You got a name?
DUCKY: We're good, but we're not that good.
GIBBS: Well, what've you got that's good, Duck?
DUCKY: Ah, death was from blunt force injury. There's a fracture ot the rear of the skull.
GIBBS: That's it?
DUCKY: No. Remember that discoloration on the forearm we thought might be a birthmark? Well, it wasn't.
ABBY: I digitally enhanced it.
KATE: Looks like a Rorschach test.
ABBY: It's part of a tattoo that was blurred by the acid.
TONY: What is that?
ABBY: That is the tail of the dolphin.
GIBBS: Our victim was a submariner.
DUCKY: Well, it would be a good guess. You know, the history of tattooing is fascinating. Egyptian and Nubian mummies -
GIBBS: How many subs in port?
MACGEE: Ah, I'm, I'm copied on the daily movement reports.
DUCKY: - magnificently preserved mummy, a woman of Thebes. Yes, whose tomb indicates that she was -
TONY: Interesting filing system, MacGee.
MACGEE: Ahh...three LA Class attack subs in port at the moment, another in dry dock. There were five, but the Philadelphia left at 0600.
GIBBS: Do you have any copies of the ship's alpha rosters?
MACGEE: I'm on it.
DUCKY: - around the pelvic region below the navel. Now this non-representational geometric style of tattooing -

GIBBS: What if the body was put into acid not only to dispose of it, but to...
KATE: But to make certain that it couldn't be identified.
TONY: Maybe the murderer doesn't want us to know that a submariner was dead.
GIBBS: Maybe.
MACGEE: Agent Gibbs. Here. The alpha rosters. Everyone on the sub crews is accounted for.
GIBBS: Including the Philadelphia?
MACGEE: Yes, sir.
GIBBS: A submariner is dead, but none are missing. And the dead man's identity was removed. Someone took his place on one of those subs.
KATE: An imposter?
GIBBS: Let's pay a visit to the submarine squadron commander.
MACGEE: You'll wanna avoid Captain Veech...
GIBBS: What?
MACGEE: Um. Well. I met him once. Before. He can be very...difficult.
GIBBS: And you don't think that I can be difficult?
MACGEE: Ah. I'm sure you can, sir.

CV: You're telling me someone killed one of my sub crew members to take his place?
GIBBS: I think there's a very real possibility.
CV: Not on my watch, Agent Gibbs.
GIBBS: You take that chance, Captain? It would have to be someone new. Humor me.
CV: All right. I'll beef up security around the boats in port, have every crew member's ID card checked against their service record.
GIBBS: What about the Philadelphia?
CV: She's a day out.
GIBBS: I think you should call her back.
CV: Agent Gibbs, the Philadelphia's en route to join a NATO exercise in the Atlantic. And your theory is...highly suspect, if not preposterous. I'm not about to bring her back.
GIBBS: Then send Special Agent Todd and me to rendezvous with her and interview the new crew members.
CV: Well, the presence of a woman aboard a submarine is a tremendous inconvenience. You know that.
GIBBS: I do.
CV: Don't you have another agent that you can take with you?
GIBBS: I do. Kate, step out.
CV: Glad you understand.
GIBBS: I don't.
CV: Excuse me?
GIBBS: Don't tell me how to run an investigation. Yeah, I've got other agents that could do the job, but none as well as Special Agent Todd. Formerly she was attached to the P's SS detail, trained as a profiler.
CV: I don't care what she was trained for, she's a woman. And females cannot be deployed on a submarine.

[Chief Madison report to machine room, Chief Madison…]

KATE: What is this, Victorian England? The men with their cigars and brandy while the ladies sip tea in another room? I'm more qualified for this investigation than Tony. To replace me because I shave my legs and not my face is unconscionable and certainly not in the best interests of the case.
GIBBS: You claustrophobic?
KATE: No.
GIBBS: Good!
KATE: I'm going?
TONY: Don't forget to wax.

KATE: I think I'm more excited to dive on a nuclear sub than I was flying AF1.
GIBBS: See if you're still as excited by the time we get there.

RANDOM HELO GUY: Special Agent Gibbs, Special Agent Todd. Welcome to the E. Sorry your stay's so short. The helo's standing by.

KATE: How do we get from the frigate to the submarine? Swim?
GIBBS: Close.

KATE: I don't see a submarine.
GIBBS: You see it now?

AKRON: Deck is clear, hatch secure.
PETERS: Submerge the boat. Make depth 2-5-0 feet.
RNG1: Submerge the boat, make our depth 2-5-0 feet. Chief of the Watch, on the 1 MC - dive, dive, dive, dive, dive, dive.
5-0 feet and passing.
PETERS: Welcome aboard the Philadelphia. I'm Commander Peters. This is my XO, Lieutenant Commander Akron.
GIBBS: Special Agent Gibbs, Special Agent Todd.
AKRON: May I help you with that, ma'am?
KATE: Nah. I'm good.
PETERS: Why don't we go to the ward room? XO, take the con.
AKRON: Aye aye, skipper. COB, I have the con.

PETERS: I've quarantined the five men as requested, they said you'd fill me in. Fill me in, Special Agent Gibbs.
GIBBS: One of those men may not be who he says he is.
PETERS: I find that hard to believe.
GIBBS: A body was found at Norfolk. It was made unidentifiable, possibly on purpose. We have good reason to believe that he was a submariner.
KATE: 15 of your crew are new. 4 have been eliminated by dental x-rays, 6 can be ruled out because of ethnic origin or body type.
PETERS: Wel, that's it. Your conclusions are based on supposition.
GIBBS: Strong suppositions.
PETERS: I interviewed every one of those men when they boarded and examined their personnel files before they ever set foot on this boat.
GIBBS: We would like that same opportunity, Skipper.
PETERS: You'll get your interviews, Agent Gibbs. But you need to understand, this boat's about to commence an ASW exercise.
GIBBS: Anti Submarine Warfare. Enemy sub tries to infiltrate the carrier battle group.
PETERS: We're tasked with intercepting and destroying it. Theoretically, anyway.
KATE: One of our subs plays the enemy?
PETERS: The Augusta. Her skipper and I have a bottle of Stoli riding on who wins. So you can see why I want those five men back at their duty stations ASpecial AgentP.
GIBBS: Well, we have a better reason for keeping one of those men out of their duty stations, skipper. I'd like the COB for security purposes to keep the men from talking to each other.
PETERS: That's affirmative.
GIBBS: COB. Chief of the Boat.
KATE: Thank you.
GIBBS: Welcome.

DUCKY: Ah, he's coming along.
ABBY: Yeah, looks like he's going to be kind of a hunk, got a good strong chin.
DUCKY: I agree, sort of Cary Grant-ish.
ABBY: I was thinking more Hugh Grant-ish.
DUCKY: Any luck with the stomach contents.
ABBY: Well, there's good news and bad news.
DUCKY: I hate it when you play this game, Abby. All right, let's get it over with.
ABBY: His last meal was a Big Mac and fries.
DUCKY: Well, probably half of the base had that for lunch. I was hoping you'd come up with something a little more exotic. Tandoori, perhaps. Ah, and the good news?
ABBY: I know what's in the special sauce.

GIBBS: Enter. Petty Officer Drew.
DREW: Yes, sir.
GIBBS: Have a seat.
DREW: Yes, sir.
KATE: Would you give us your right thumbprint, please.
GIBBS: That would be your other right thumb, Petty Officer.
DREW: Oh. Heh. Sorry, sir, I'm - I'm a little nervous.
GIBBS: It says here you're from Boston.
DREW: South Boston, actually, sir.
GIBBS: There's a difference?
DREW: Well...if you're from Boston, there is.
GIBBS: You just, ah, joined the ship from the, ah...
DREW: The Topeka, sir. SS-10754 out of San Diego.
KATE: Did you request sonar?
DREW: Ah, yes, ma'am. I talked to the recruiter about it. I've always been into electronics. I bulit my own guitar amp when I was a kid.

GIBBS: You enlisted when you were nineteen, Petty Officer Thompson?
THOMPSON: Right out of high school, sir.
KATE: 19. That's old to graduate.
THOMPSON: I got mono, was home my junior year. They put me back. May I ask what this is about?
GIBBS: No.
KATE: I need your thumbprint, please.

DREW: What'd they ask you?
THOMPSON: Stupid stuff. About my high school.
COB: Thompson! You heard the man. There is n o discussing your interview.
THOMPSON: Aye aye, COB.

GIBBS: Petty Officer Thompson was lying about graduating high school at 19.
KATE: He paused and looked to his left, usually means a response is fabricated. If he woulda looked to his right, he'd be recalling -
GIBBS: A memory.
KATE: You've had profile training.
GIBBS: What I have had is about a thousand interviews. After a while you start picking up on things.
KATE: Why would Thompson lie about his age?
GIBBS: I dunno. Why would Seaman Riggs lie about being married? Why did Petty Officer Drew lie about a year in college?
KATE: Well, maybe Riggs is secretly married and Drew never finished a full year.
GIBBS: Everybody has something to lie about. Which means that we have nothing.

PETERS: Sonar, still no sign of Augusta?
Sonar: No joy, sir.
PETERS: Let's come about for another pass.
Sonar: Aye aye, sir.
PETERS: I understand you've completed your interviews.
GIBBS: For now.
PETERS: I need 'em at their duty stations.
GIBBS: I'm concerned about the safety of your boat, skipper.
PETERS: Your concernn will be noted. XO, have the COB return the men to duty.
AKRON: Aye aye, skipper.
GIBBS: How could someone harm this boat from the inside?
PETERS: We're vulnerable to any number of things. Chlorine introduced to the recirculated air could be fatal to the crew. Salt water in the battery compartment could cause an explosion. Missiles and torpedoes are obvious dangers, I could go on, but what's the point?
GIBBS: The point is, one of those men may be an intruder.
PETERS: Well. I don't believe that to be the case. I trust every man on this crew. I'll make arrangements to get you back to the carrier.
GIBBS: We'll leave, Skipper, when we're done - not before.

DUCKY: You were right, A, he's quite the handsome fellow.
ABBY: Yeah. Unfortuntaely, he doesn't look like any of the guys Gibbs suspects.
DUCKY: Could our leader's golden gut be wrong this time?
ABBY: I'm gonna email this dude to Tony and see if anyone at Norfolk recognizes him.

ABBY: D'you see it yet?
TONY: Yeah, it's coming.
ABBY: So are you gettin' lonely down there by yourself, hon?
TONY: Oh, I'm not alone. I'm with Special Agent MacGee. Say hello.
ABBY: Hey, MacGee, how's your Sig hanging?
MACGEE: Uhhh...
TONY: Gotta go, Abbs.
MACGEE: What's she look like?
TONY: Who?
MACGEE: Abby. Sounds cute.
TONY: Not your type.
MACGEE: Well, how do you know that?
TONY: Have you ever had the slightest urge to tattoo your buttocks, MacGee?
MACGEE: I don't...think so.
TONY: Then we need never speak of her again. Make copies, circulate 'em around the base, see if anyone recognizes the guy.

RANDOM NAVY GUY: I've acquired a target, sir!
PETERS: Distance.
RANDOM NAVY GUY: Six thousand, 100 yards.
PETERS: Bearing.
RANDOM NAVY GUY: 0-3-5 relative.
PETERS: Depth.
RANDOM NAVY GUY: Four hundred and fifty feet.
PETERS: Helm, steer 0-9-5, 15 degrees down bubble.
Helm: Aye aye, sir.
AKRON: Helm. 0-9-5, 15 degrees down bubble.

KATE: The fingerprints we took match the service records. If there's an imposter, it's not one of the five that we interviewed.
GIBBS: It has to be.
K; What if he's on another boat?
GIBBS: This is the one that makes sense. The killer didn't just dump the body, he removed identifying features in case it was found. If it were found, he knew it'd take between 24 and 48 hours for AFTA to make a DNA match.
KATE: Whatever he was planning to do it was going to be in that time frame.
GIBBS: In that time frame the Philadelphia was the only boat going out. Where'd you get ther ecords?
KATE: Personnel office in Norfolk.
GIBBS: What if someone altered the service record before we or C Peters got it?
KATE: Meaning that the imposter worked in the Personnel office.
GIBBS: Or has an accomplice.

RNGIBBS: Sonar signature looks like the Augusta. Six thousand, one hundred yards.
PETERS: Target bearing.
RANDOM NAVY GUY: Still 0-3-5 relative. We're in his baffles, skipper.
PETERS: Range.
RANDOM NAVY GUY: Six thousand yards and closing, Skipper.
PETERS: I got ya, Jimmy.
G: I need to contact NCIS headquarters now.
RANDOM NAVY GUY: Range to target 5,800 and closing.
PETERS: No can do, Agent Gibbs, I'm about to win a bottle of Stoli. Webbs, get me a firing solution.
GIBBS: Your bottle of vodka's going to have to wait, skipper, I need to talk to NCIS now.
PETERS: We'd have to break contact and go to periscope depth.
GIBBS: Whatever it takes.
PETERS: I'm not terminating this exercise so you can have a chat with the folks back home.
GIBBS: Let me get this through to you, Skipper. There's a threat on this boat. It's a real threat. It's not a game.
PETERS: XO.
AKRON: Sir?
PETERS: Make your depth 1-5-0 feet. Sonar, see if you can hang onto him. Take us up to periscope depth.
RANDOM NAVY GUY: Aye aye, sir. Make our depth 1-5-0 feet, flow to all ahead 2/3, stand by to go to periscope depth.
PETERS: I'll give you two minutes. Special Agent Gibbs.

PETERS: Patching through to your man. Two minutes.

THOMPSON: COB. Why'd we stop the attack on the Augusta?
COB: Cops had to make a phone call.
THOMPSON: It's got something to do with them interrogating us, doesn't it?
COB: No, why would you think that, Petty Officer?

TONY: Dinozzo.
GIBBS: Tony.
TONY: Well, hey, boss, did you find the guy?
GIBBS: Nope. Could be any one of our five.
TONY: What's your famous gut say?
GIBBS: For you to find out who had access to the Philadelphia's service records.
TONY: Think they were altered?
GIBBS: Good guess.
T; Wasn't a guess.
GIBBS: Then why'd you ask?
TONY: I didn't ask, it was a - definitive statement.

DUCKY: I have good news and bad news, Abby.
ABBY: Ah, I hate payback.
DUCKY: Which first.
ABBY: Bad.
DUCKY: No DNA matches on our victim. The AFD computers are still down.
ABBY: Okay. Good.
DUCKY: I know why Hugh Grant didn't match any of the photos.
ABBY: Okay, you got your payback, now tell me why.
DUCKY: Gibbs thinks one of the service records was altered.
ABBY: So all of this was a waste of time?
DUCKY: Au contraire. All we have to do is get photos of those five crew members from an independent source.
ABBY: That'll take longer than a DNA match.
DUCKY: I have photographs of every cricket team I ever played on, from second form all the way up to the upper sixth. Yes, in our last year, we, ah, made the division finals. Grant you, I was only on the reserve.
ABBY: I just know that there's a point here somewhere.
DUCKY: All ships have a crew photograph.
ABBY: Yes. Yes. Yes! I'll download crew photos from websites of the five suspect's previous deployments.
DUCKY: You should have seen me in my whites. I was rather handsome, even if I do say so.

LIEUTENANT: When a sailor reports to Norfolk, we download their service file, update it if necessary, and make a hard copy for the sailor's command.
TONY: You take new photos?
LIEUTENANT: Only on re-enlistments and significant promotions. Most updates are performance evaluations, awards, marital status.
TONY: So your department can change anything in a service record.
LIEUTENANT: Yes.
TONY: Fingerprints?
LIEUTENANT: We could, but...why would we?
TONY: Who handles submarine commands?
LIEUTENANT: Everyone. We don't assign work based on specific commands.
TONY: And how many people work here, LT?
LIEUTENANT: Four officers, twelve enlisted, and forty-seven civilians.
TONY: Wow, that's a lot of people.
LIEUTENANT: They don't think so. We've been swampted since Iraq with all the transfers in and out of here.
TONY: So you wouldn't know who handled crew replacement for a specific ship?
LIEUTENANT: No, but I could ask. They might remember.
TONY: Hm. They might remember, but I don't think they'd tell us.
LIEUTENANT: Why not?
TONY: I promise to tell you someday. Can I have a copy of the personnel roster?
LIEUTENANT: As long as you keep your promise. Josie, I need a copy of our personnel roster.
Josie: Right away, LT.
MACGEE: Ah, sir?
TONY: Yeah?
MACGEE: May I ask the Lieutenanta question?
TONY: MacGee, you don't need my permission to ask a question. As long as you're not asking her on a date.
MACGEE: No, sir, not my type.
TONY: Lieutenant, Special Agent MacGee has a question. MacGee?
MACGEE: Ah, I was just wondering if anyone had quit in the last few days.
LIEUTENANT: As a matter of fact, Joshua Fox quit two days ago.
TONY: How long did he work here?
LIEUTENANT: A little over a year. He transferred into personnel a month a go.
TONY: Can you get us his address?
LIEUTENANT: Thanks. It's on the roster.
TONY: Thank you. You're learning, MacGee.
MACGEE: Thank you, sir.

AKRON: Anything?
Sonar: No, sir. I can't find him.
AKRON: Damn NCIS.

GIBBS: Drink.
KATE: what's with all the water?
GIBBS: Oh, you gotta hydrate on a submarine.
KATE: All you've had me doing is hydrating.
GIBBS: Drink it. So how's your bladder?
KATE: What?
GIBBS: The COB's at the end of the passageway trying to keep an eye on us. You gotta distract him. You're gonna need help working the toilet.
KATE: Gibbs.
GIBBS: Kate, trust me. On a submarine, it's a very complicated mechanism.
KATE: is that why you've been shoving water down my throat for the past hour?
GIBBS: I wanna check out Petty Officer Thompson.
KATE: All right, well you don't have to drown me. You could just ask.
GIBBS: C'mon. Hydrating's good for you. Go on, unhydrate.
KATE: Never heard it called that before.
GIBBS: Go on!

KATE: Commander Peters said I could use the facilities in his quarters, COB.
COB: Yes, ma'am. This way.

TONY: Well, either no one's home or not answering.
MACGEE: What should we do?
TONY: Get inside, look around.
MACGEE: Ah, we'll need a command search authorization. Ah - you know, this is civilian property, sir. We'll have to go to a local judge and get a search warrant.
TONY: Or play football.
MACGEE: Huh?
TONY: Go deep. Go deep! Oh, look at him, he breaks free! Go, man, go! He's looking for MacGee, it's a play action pass, he's deep in the pocket, he can't find MacGee, he's covered - he's in the open! He throws it clear! He's still got it.
MACGEE: This is breaking and entering!
TONY: No. That was breaking. This is entering.

THOMPSON: We're gonna need a torque wrench.
RANDOM NAVY GUY: I'll get it.
GIBBS: You trouble me, Thompson.
THOMPSON: How's that, sir?
GIBBS: I don't think you were completely honest with us.
THOMPSON: Yes, I was.
GIBBS: I think you lied about high school. Why would you do that?
THOMPSON: The truth, sir?
GIBBS: Oh, yeah. That's always the best.
THOMPSON: I missed a year of high school because I was in juvenile detention. My record was expunged, but I was afraid if the Navy found out I'd never see the inside of a sub.
COB: Agent Gibbs. You were asked to stay in the ward room. You can go back to work, Petty Officer.
THOMPSON: Aye aye, COB.

GIBBS: Busted.
COB: I didn't appreciate that little stunt
GIBBS: Ah, cut us a little slack. No harm, no foul.
COB: No, sir. Skipper's cooperated with you every step of the way.
GIBBS: Chief of the Boat knows the crew better than the skipper. You bothered by any of the men we questioned?
COB: We've only been out one day, Agent Gibbs. I make it a practice not making snap judgements.
KATE: It could be something little, seemingly inconsequential.
GIBBS: Do you get a strange vibration about any of them?
COB: No. But if I do get any vibrations, they'll come to you through the skipper.
KATE: Do people react that way because we're NCIS, or do you just have that effect on them?
GIBBS: I'd like to think it's me.

ABBY: I download crew photos from the ?? served on and I got nada. No one looks like him in any of them. I don't know what to do now!
DUCKY: Absent a miracle, we'll just have to wait for the DNA report.

T: I don't think this guy's ever cooked in his kitchen. No plates, no utensils, nothing.
MACGEE: It's all storebought junk. There's not one personal item hre - not even a phone.
TONY: Well, maybe he used his cell phone. What's that?
MACGEE: It's a DSL line...it's running from this jack to...into the bookcase.
TONY: All right. Slide this toward you on three. One - two - three.

TONY: Guess flying toasters would've been too much to ask for.
MACGEE: Let's see what we have here...
TONY: You've taken computer classes.
MACGEE: Masters in computer forensics, MIT.
TONY: I see.
MACGEE: Well, he's definitely an ecoterrorist - he's looking for retribution for the whales. Oh, this isn't good.
TONY: What?
MACGEE: Isoprophyl methelfalseflorinate. BS in biomedical engineering, Johns Hopkins. You?
TONY: Ohio State. Phys ed. I was a jock. what is that in my language?
MACGEE: Sarin gas. He's planning on introducing it into a submarine's air conditioning system. Doesn't say how.
TONY: It owuldn't take a lot, would it.
MACGEE: Must've been a prototype.
TONY: If it was filled with sarin gas and distributed through the air system...
MACGEE: It coudl kill the entire crew.

RANDOM NAVY GUY: Skipper, we have an incoming Emergency Action Message on the low-frequency receiver.
AKRON: Sir.
PETERS: Imposter on board, no ID, threat of sarin gas to air conditioning system, take immediate action. Have engineering shut down the air conditioning system and tear it apart, and get those agents up here now.
RNG; Aye aye, sir.
PETERS: Surface, surface, surface, emergency blow!
AKRON: Surface, surface, surface, emergency blow!
RANDOM NAVY GUY: Emergency blow, surface, aye!

KATE: What's happening?
GIBBS: Emergency blow.
COB: Skipper wants you to - to hang on a moment.
KATE: Wow.
GIBBS: Yeah, that's what they all tell me.

ABBY: I remembered that I was absent the day the science club took our picture, and that made me think - what if one of the five missed his crew picture? Petty Officer Drew. He was absent the day the Topeka took their photo.
DUCKY: Where'd you get this picture?
ABBY: I downloaded it off the sub's online newsletter. Drew is a sonar operator on the Philadelphia.
DUCKY: No he's not. He's in my cold storage. Somoene else is sitting at his sonar station.

DREW: Sir. Request permission to make a head call.
AKRON: Emergency blow loosen you up, Petty Officer Drew? All right. Martin, relieve Drew.
PETERS: Open all hatches break out emergency breathing gear.
AKRON: Aye aye, sir, open all hatches, break out emergency breathing gear.
RANDOM NAVY GUY: Aye sir, Ensign...
PETERS: Any idea of who the hell he is?
GIBBS: We're working on it.
AKRON: Skipper, we got another EAM coming in, sir.
PETERS: Where is Petty Officer Drew?
AKRON: He had to visit the head, sir.

TONY: Hey, we matched the prints you faxed. Former Petty Officer Second Sean Travis.
GIBBS: Sonar operator.
TONY: That's right. Spent a couple of tours on attack subs before he was dishonorably discharged.
KATE: Was he hooked up with the protestors outside the gates?
TONY: FBI's checking that, but they think he and Joshua Fox were part of some small, three or four man cell of radical eco-whale freaks.
GIBBS: Did you get Fox and the rest of them?
TONY: Not yet. What's going on down there?
KATE: We're on the surface?
TONY: Guess Gibbs hung up.
KATE: Good guess.

RANDOM NAVY GUY: Secured from emergency breathing.
PETERS: Engineering's gone through the air conditioning system, looks like he never got his canister into it.
GIBBS: Then it's somewhere on this boat.
PETERS: We'll search, but if it's as small as you say it is, it could be hidden just about anywhere.
GIBBS: Well, if the canister remains sealed, it shouldn't be a problem.
PETERS: We'll tear the boat apart if we have to when we get to Norfolk - XO, prepare to dive.
KATE: We're going back down?
PETERS: We're 15 knots faster submerged than on the surface.
GIBBS: I'd leave the air conditioning system offline as a precaution.
PETERS: I fully intend to. It's gonna get hot in here.
GIBBS: Ah, we're used to taking heat.

TONY: Hiya, Abby. While the boss is away, huh?
ABBY: I earned my paycheck today.
TONY: Ah, that's what I heard. Exhibit A. Any idea how it works?
ABBY: So what's Agent MacGee like?
TONY: Ah, like most newbies. Quiet, green, gullible.
ABBY: Bi.
TONY: I don't think so.
ABBY: No, Tony, the canister. It has a bi-metal trigger.
TONY: Aha. So it's turned on by either...either...what?
ABBY: Hot or cold. This one digs cold. When the temperature drops below five degrees centigrade, the trigger releases whatever's in the canister. what is in the canister?
TONY: Sarin gas.
ABBY: Nasty.
TONY: Mm. So what's cold enough to trigger it on a sub?
ABBY: Fridge, freezer, air conditioner. Is Agent MacGee cute?
TONY: Can a guy be cute to you without body art?
ABBY: Sure. I'm not a snob.

KATE: How can you drink coffee when it's 100 degrees?
GIBBS: It helps me think.
KATE: What's bugging you?
GIBBS: Drew not releasing the sarin.
KATE: He never had a chance. He was quarantined or on duty until the air conditioning system was shut down.
GIBBS: What was his backup plan? He woulda had one.
KATE: What makes you so sure?
GIBBS: This whack job knew he was going to die as soon as he released the gas. Why commit suicide before he coudl do it?
KATE: He knew we were onto him? I mean, like you said, he was a whacko.
GIBBS: Yeah. Enter.
MESS MATE: Courtesy of the skipper, sir, ma'am. There's, ah, Rocky Road, cookies'n'cream, chocolate, butter pecan and, the, ah captain's personal favorite, pumpkin.
GIBBS: Pumpkin?
KATE: Do you think we have enough, steward?
MESS MATE: Well, there's about forty gallons more in the galley, ma'am. Might as well eat it before it melts.
KATE: I don't get it.
GIBBS: They hade to make room in the freezer for the body.
KATE: Nice.
MESS MATE: It's the only place to preserve it, ma'am. SOP on a sub.
KATE: What.
GIBBS: Anyone who's served on a sub knows that. Travis didn't commit suicide to give up, suicide was his backup plan. Where's the freezer, COB?
COB: Loading door, right here, sir. Right there.
GIBBS: Bastard booby-trapped himself. Once he knew he couldn't get into the cooling system he went to his backup plan before we could arrest him.
KATE: The sarin gas canister was designed to be triggered by cold. Travis knew that if he died you'd put him in the freezer.
COB: You mean he swallowed the canister?
KATE: Yeah.
GIBBS: If his core temperature gets to the trigger temperature the gas'll be released.
KATE: It already has.
GIBBS: If it leaks out, we're gonna die.
COB: I'll get the skipper to do another emergency blow.
GIBBS: There's no time for that. Kate, go fill in the skipper. C'mon, there's one way to get this guy of the boat in a hurry.
Go! Move it! Gang way! make a hole, make a hole! Move it, move!
GIBBS: Help us!
COB: Thompson, we need a tube.
THOMPSON: Ah, we've got torpedoes in two three and four, sir.
COB: Load this in one.
THOMPSON: Evans is in there doing maintenance.
COB: Get him out of there!
RANDOM NAVY GUY: Get him out, guys, c'mon!
CON: Torpedo room, con.
COB: Con, torpedo room, COB.
CON: You have permission to fire.
COB: Aye aye, sir. Secure the inner door.
RANDOM NAVY GUY: Aye aye.
RANDOM NAVY GUY: Ready water shine.
RANDOM NAVY GUY: Aye aye.
RANDOM NAVY GUY: Open outer door.
RANDOM NAVY GUY: Outer door open.
RANDOM NAVY GUY: Flood two.
RANDOM NAVY GUY: Two flooding
RANDOM NAVY GUY: Fire number one.

GIBBS: COB, I don't have to tell you what the most important thing is now, do I?
COB: Gettin' the ice cream back in the freezer.
GIBBS: Exactly.

TONY: Welcome back.
K; Hey.
TONY: Nice cap - they make you the boat mascot?
KATE: This is your way of telling me how much you missed me, isn't it?
TONY: No.
GIBBS: What are you doing here, Special Agent MacGee?
MACGEE: I brought my final report, sir.
GIBBS: You do not have to sir me, MacGee.
TONY: Didn't they teach you how to use email at MIT?
KATE: You graduated from MIT?
GIBBS: And Johns Hopkins.
TONY: I didn't tell him.
GIBBS: What are you doing here?
MACGEE: Oh, I've, ah got a lunch date with Abby.
TONY: I gotta see this. I'll take you to her.
MACGEE: Thanks.
TONY: Thanks what?
MACGEE: Tony?
TONY: Sir. I already warned you - Abby's not your type.
MACGEE: Well, I'd like to find out for myself.
TONY: Yeah, listen kid, ah...I don’t wanna hurt your feelings, but you're not exactly Abby's type.
MACGEE: I've taken care of that. Remember that urge you were talking about? I went with Mom.

KATE: I wonder what he said to make Tony speechless.
GIBBS: He told him he got a tat on his ass.

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