BIKER CHICK: You promised I'd be back by now.
BIKER: I know what you thought, but you're not.
BIKER CHICK: Yeah, well if my old man finds out I've been biking wit you he'll kill us both.
BIKER: Yeah? Well if your old man was a man then I'd be worried.
BIKER CHICK: Wayne, you gotta get me back. I'm serious.
BIKER: Oh, I'll get you a ride.
BIKER CHICK: What if he doesn't stop?
BIKER: Oh, he'll stop. Hey! Stop! Aaaahhhh! You stupid bastard! When I get through with you, you're gonna wish you were...dead. He's dead.

DUCKY: Massive internal bleeding in the abdominal category, Gerald. Hm, that's enough. Well, my young friend, you must have been in acute pain for many hours. What kept you from seeking help, I wonder. Run the gut for me, would you, Gerald?
GERALD: Not a problem.
DUCKY: There's definitely a blockage. It's strange though, it seems to consist of a cluster of objects.
GERALD: Gallstones?
DUCKY: Oh, no. Gallstones that large could never pass through the cystic duct. And even if they did, they wouldn't all be expelled at the same time. Although I did find a gall bladder once with almost a kilo of large stones. Of course the victim was a sumo wrestler who weight over two hundred kilos. He was in the middle of a bout, he just went pphhhfffff.
GERALD: They're stones, doc.
DUCKY: Not gallstones?
GERALD: Emeralds.

DUCKY: It was lodged in his gastrointestinal track, causing perforation of the peritoneum, internal bleeding, infection, and death.
GIBBS: He swallowed emeralds.
DUCKY: He did indeed.
GIBBS: I'm gonna take a wild guess, here, Duck. He smuggled them into the country.
DUCKY: It's from where he smuggled them in, Jethro. Our sailor just arrived from Guantanamo Bay, Cuba, where he was a translator.

KATE: Petty Officer Second Class Kalil Said. Naturalized American citizen, born in Egypt. Worked as a translator in Camp Delta, fluent in Arabic, Uigur, and Pashtu. Died in his car on Route 522 near Fredericksburg. Almost killed a pair of bikers.
TONY: Vroom-vroom bikers, or pedal bikers?
KATE: I said bikers, Tony, not cyclists.
TONY: Well, bikers is a term that refers to both cyclists and -
GIBBS: Next of kin.
KATE: None in the states. No US address either. And apparently he rotated from a naval station in Bahrain to Gitmo five months ago.
GIBBS: Where'd he get those emeralds?
TONY: Gitmo Exchange? Sorry.
GIBBS: Get your gear. We're goin’ to Gitmo.
TONY: Ha ha. That's a good one, boss. He was kidding, right?
KATE: I don't think so.
TONY: We're going to Cuba! Ha HA!

ABBY: Hey, Gibbs. Got a gemologist coming over to look at those rocks. He's my mother's friend's sister's son.
TONY: Yeah, does he know his stuff?
ABBY: I went out with him like once. It didn't get very far.
GIBBS: This all from the car?
ABBY: Yeah. It was a rental.
GIBBS: Any classified material?
ABBY: Not in the suitcases.
GIBBS: Could have swapped his hard drive before he left. Well, check it anyway.
ABBY: These were in the suitcase. Stamped, no postmark. All the same return address.
GIBBS: NCIS Special Agent Paula Cassidy.
ABBY: You know her?
GIBBS: No. But I will.
ABBY: Okay. Smell this.
GIBBS: This turn you on, Abby?
ABBY: It turned somebody on. Box of condoms, half empty. Price tag says they're from the Gitmo Exchange. Hey, maybe, maybe it was a package deal.
GIBBS: Try and brand the cologne.
ABBY: Why, you want some?
GIBBS: Nope, don't use cologne. Women I date think the smell of sawdust is sexy. That's probably why I don't...date many women.

TONY: Ohhh...sorry.
GIBBS: You had better have a good reason for spilling my coffee.
TONY: I do. I booked us on the first, ah, AMC flight to Gitmo tomorrow -
GIBBS: Un-book it.
TONY: Haha, I knew it! I told Kate you were pulling my leg.
GIBBS: Navy's giving us a priority ride today.
TONY: You mean it? You do mean it. Normally I hate priority rides, but who care's if it's going to -
GIBBS: What's wrong with priority rides?
TONY: C'mon, boss, you tellin' me you like sittin' on canvas seats slung below cargo pallets?
GIBBS: Yeah. Makes me feel like I'm back in the Corps.

TONY: Oh-ho! I love priority rides! Boss, this is the best!
GIBBS: I miss canvas seats.
TONY: Check this out. What d’you want?
GIBBS: Get to work.
TONY: I already started. Guantanamo enjoys a year-round tropical climate, cooled by the breezes from the windward passage. Some of the more popular pastimes include skin diving, sunbathing and horseback riding.
KATE: I would be the last one to rain on your parade, Fidel, but you're logged onto an official Navy website. It's PR.
GIBBS: This isn't. It's the NCIS file on Special Agent Paula Cassidy. She's an interrogator at Camp Delta. Special Agent Cassidy is not to know that Said is dead.
KATE: We're not working with her?
GIBBS: Said was carrying five un-mailed letters of hers. Until we find out how she was involved with him, she's out of the loop.
TONY: I can't believe we're in a forty million dollar Gulfstream. I mean, it's gotta be CNO's or SecNav's. You know, Tiger Woods has one of these, Tom Cruise, all the big movie stars, this is their ride.
GIBBS: Tony?
TONY: Yeah, boss?
GIBBS: Can we get to work now?
TONY: Sure thing. Just - check this out. It's a Gulfstream.

KATE: So much for the element of surprise.
CASSIDY: Welcome to Gitmo. I'm Special Agent Paula Cassidy.
GIBBS: I'm Special Agent Jethro Gibbs. Special Agent Kate Todd...
KATE: Hi.
CASSIDY: How are you.
GIBBS: Special Agent Anthony Dinozzo.
TONY: Hey.
CASSIDY: heard you all were coming. Nice ride.
TONY: Haha, you are so right there.
CASSIDY: This is yours. There's a map in it. They've put you up in one of the nicest houses on the base.
GIBBS: We appreciate that, Special Agent Cassidy.
CASSIDY: So is tehre something down that I should know about?
GIBBS: No.
CASSIDY: It's just that, ah, all my transcripts have been pulled, my interrogations have been cancelled, and then you all arrive on a Navy Gulfstream. How would you connect the dots?
GIBBS: I wouldn't.
CASSIDY: O-kay. Enjoy your stay.

GIBBS: Okay. We'll set up here. Tomorrow morning we'll be joined by the senior FBI translator. He's gonna bring transcripts of Said's translations. The interrogator - Special Agent Cassidy.

TONY: No. Way.
KATE: It's the only bedroom with a bath!
TONY: I know. And I picked it first.
KATE: Women take baths, men take showers, Tony.
TONY: Why does the woman thing come up when a ship is sinking, or when there's only one bedroom with a bath?

GIBBS: Gibbs.
ABBY: I was right about Said's laptop. System's virgin.
GIBBS: Yep, well we'll track down the hard drive he had here and shpi it to you. When's your rock boy coming?
ABBY: In the morning. My mother's very excited.
GIBBS: Find anything else?
ABBY: Yeah, I picked up another scent on his shorts and his t-shirts.
GIBBS: What's the guy do, bathe in the stuff?
ABBY: No, it's not his. It's, ah, peach and musk, with vanilla as a top note. It's definitely feminine.
GIBBS: Tag it.
ABBY: Perfume is expensive, Gibbs. I can't just hang out at the Macy's tester tray with my lab kit. They frown on that sort of behavior.
GIBBS: Buy what you need to, Abby, we'll deal with it later.
ABBY: Bold, Gibbs. Bold.

KATE: We're finished.
TONY: And we need to talk to you.
GIBBS: Whatever. It'll wait 'till the morning.
KATE: Well, it's kind of important.
GIBBS: 'Preciate that. I'm goin' to bed. Talk to you mañana.
TONY: Any preference on the remaining bedrooms?
KATE: No. They're both equally crappy. You pick.
TONY: Ladies first. 'Night!

TONY: Aaah! God! Halt!
GIBBS: I need coffee.

BENJAMIN: Where'd you get this, Abby?
ABBY: If I told you, I'd have to kill you, Benjamin. Look, this was very sweet, but you did not have to bring me a gift.
BENJAMIN: Well, I wanted to. Your mother said it was something you could use.
ABBY: Oh! Right on. Thanks, Benjamin. This is - this is great. So the emerald. Is it real?
BENJAMIN: Oh, it's - it's very real. Color grade 2.5, tone 1-2, clarity I-1. I mean, it's at least worth twenty-thousand. And the color's quite distinct. It's blue-ish apple-green. And the fluid infusions are quite different than Columbian stones. This emerald was mined in the Panshier Valley.
ABBY: Where's that?
BENJAMIN: Afghanistan.

GIBBS William Gamal?
GAMAL: Bill. Senior translator, Camp Delta.
GIBBS: Been expecting you. Special Agent Gibbs, Special Agents Dinozzo and Todd.
TONY: When the FBI relaxes their dress code, they sure go it.
GAMAL: These are the transcripts of the interrogations of Nassir al-Jazir you requested.
GIBBS: Translator was Said?
GAMAL: That's right. Apparently there's a problem?
GIBBS: Did you know him?
GAMAL: Only to say hello. He worked with your interrogator Paula Cassidy. You, ah, might want to think about keeping that door shut. Iguanas've been known to wander inside.
GIBBS: Nassir arrived in June from Afghanistan.
GAMAL: Yes. Insists he was picked up by mistake.
TONY: Ha. Weren't they all.
GAMAL: Agent Cassidy did especially well with the subject. Younger detainees feel more comfortable with female interrogators. Once, ah, rapport has been established, a prisoner is only interrogated by that theme. I understand Agent Cassidy is not in on the loop on this?
GIBBS: Correct.
GAMAL: I booked you an interrogation room for this afternoon.
GIBBS: Then we'd better get started. Okay. I wanna know more about Agent Cassidy. Who her friends are at Gitmo, how she spends her free time, where she hangs out. Was she involved with Said.
TONY: Sure.
KATE: No problem.
GIBBS: Did I say both of you?
KATE: Well, you didn't not say both of us, Gibbs.
TONY: Yeah, she's kinda got a point there, boss.
GIBBS: Well, I'm saying it now. Dinozzo, you go. Kate'll stay here and help me with this.
TONY: Got it.
KATE: D'you mind telling me why he ge -
GIBBS: Yeah.

TONY: Agent Cassidy has a lot of friends, I'll say that. Mostly male friends, and mostly either interrogators or translators.
GIBBS: Where's she hang?
TONY: Club on base called El Floredita.
GIBBS: Check it out. Observe her if she's there.
TONY: Can I drink?
GIBBS: Sure. Sarsaparilla.
TONY: Sarsaparilla? Who drinks sarsaparilla?
GIBBS: Shane.
TONY: Who's Shane?
KATE: Alan Ladd.
TONY: Who's Alan Ladd?
GIBBS: Maybe you should check her out, Kate.
TONY: I'm on it!

GAMAL: Where's Agent Dinozzo?
GIBBS: Drinking sarsaparilla.
GAMAL: They're bringing Nassir down as soon as evening prayers are finished.
KATE: Why aren't you praying?
GAMAL: I'm Presbyterian.

GIBBS: How do you say good cop, bad cop in Arabic?
GAMAL: I learned my Arabic at the Defense Language Institute in Monterey. That phrase wasn't in the syllabus. Nassir should be here in about five minutes.
GIBBS: Watch his body language.

GAMAL: Fortunatly Nassir speaks some English.

[Spanish song]

JIMMY: So Jack Williams shoots Elijah Cook. The slug lifts his bonnie off the ground and splat right into the money.
TONY: Elijah Cook?
JIMMY: You ever seen The Mounties, Falcon?
TONY: Nope.
JIMMY: Ah, you young people don't know what good movies are. All this violence today - so sad.
TONY: Splat isn't violent?
CASSIDY: What're you drinking?
TONY: Sarsaparilla.
JIMMY: Root beer.
CASSIDY: So you're on duty?
TONY: Maybe I just like sarsaparilla.
CASSIDY: Cosmo, Jimmy.
JIMMY: Comin' up.
TONY: That's funny, I knew you were gonna order a Cosmo.
CASSIDY: Are you here to check me out?
TONY: Define checking out.
CASSIDY: C'mon, what're you doing here?
TONY: Straight up?
CASSIDY: No, I - I want you to lie to me.
TONY: You turn me on. Here, let me pay.
CASSIDY: No thanks. I buy my own drinks.
TONY: So Jack Palin shoots Elijah Wood?

Nassir: [arabic]
GAMAL: He asks who we are.
GIBBS: Name is Gibbs. US Naval Criminal Investigative Service. Sit down.
NASSIR: Where is Paula?
GIBBS: She's been replaced. By me.
NASSIR: Why?
GIBBS: I think you know why.
NASSIR: No.
GIBBS: Well, sit down, Nassir. I'll tell you why. Said is dead.
GAMAL: He's praying.

CASSIDY: Thank you.
TONY: Miss me?
CASSIDY: Like herpes.
TONY: That confuses me.
CASSIDY: Really?
TONY: Absolutely. If you don't like me, then why do you keep coming over here for refills?
CASSIDY: Jimmy. I like the game.
TONY: Me too.
CASSIDY: Your move.
TONY: You been here eight months and you haven't hooked up.
CASSIDY: How do you know?
TONY: You danced with five different guys, nothin' goin' on with any of 'em.
CASSIDY: You're counting the men that I’m dancing with?
TONY: I'm the jealous type.
CASSIDY: Jimmy, does he seem like the jealous type?
JIMMY: I thought so.
TONY: See?
JIMMY: 'Till he flashed his badge when I wouldn't answer any questions about you.
TONY: More info than she needed, Jimmy.
CASSIDY: Oh, I'm disappointed.
TONY: What if I told you I was checking out the competition?
CASSIDY: I'd say you were lying?
TONY: No, it's true. I'm checking out the competition.
CASSIDY: For your investigation.
TONY: And for me.
CASSIDY: So what're you gonna write in your report?
TONY: That you have rules about hooking up with men you work with. Accurate?
CASSIDY: Incomplete. It's about guys that investigate me, too.
TONY: Never broken a rule?
CASSIDY: Have you?
TONY: If the risk is worth it. Jimmy! One tequila et una servasa, por favor. Let's dance.

NASSIR: Said was a good man. he gave me hope I would see my family again. He said, America does not hate Islam. And Allah knows we are here.
GIBBS: Don't you want to know how he died? Or have you guessed?

KATE: He guessed.

NASSIR: How would I know? We have no contact here with the outside world.
GIBBS: He swallowed these. They killed him. I think he got them from you.
NASSIR: I don't understand.
GAMAL: [arabic]
NASSIR: [arabic]
GAMAL: He says he's never seen them before.
NASSIR: [arabic]
GAMAL: He'd like to return to his cell so he can pray for his friend's soul.
GIBBS: Tell him he's not going back to his cell. He's being transferred to isolation.
NASSIR: [arabic]
GAMAL: He says he was promised to transfer to minimum security.
GIBBS: Who promised him that?
GAMAL: Special Agent Cassidy.

TONY: One sec. Dinozzo.
KATE: We need you back at the house, and bring Agent Cassidy with you.
TONY: Be there in five. I'm back on duty.
CASSIDY: Well that's too bad.
TONY: So are you.

GIBBS: Why'd you recommend transferring Nassir to minimum security?
CASSIDY: A reward for cooperation. That's the idea around here.
GIBBS: We read the transcripts. He didn't tell us anything we didn't know.
CASSIDY: Well, that's not the point. He told us all that he knows.
GIBBS: Are you sure?
CASSIDY: It's a judgment call, but we get a lot of flak around here for holding people too long. Are you gonna tell me what's going on?
GIBBS: Are you gonna tell us what was going on between you and Said?
CASSIDY: We worked together. That's all.
GIBBS: These were found in Said's luggage.
CASSIDY: He was going to put them in the mail for me.
GIBBS: Couldn't find the post office?
CASSIDY: Mail is slow out of Gitmo. Said was on his way to the States and I asked him to throw them in the mail for me.
GIBBS: D'you mind if we open them?
CASSIDY: Yes, I mind. They're private.
GIBBS: We'll get a court order.
CASSIDY: What the hell is this about? Why do you have these letters? Something happened to Said.
GIBBS: he's dead.
CASSIDY: Oh my God. How, wha- what happened? Tell me how he died.
GIBBS: Internal bleeding from a perforated bowel caused by the presence of hard objects in his intestines.
CASSIDY: Hard objects. Wha- what the hell is that supposed to mean? Look, I have been a damned good NCIS agent for over six years now. I really don't deserve to be treated like this.
GIBBS: All we asked is can we open these letters.
CASSIDY: Sure, go ahead, open the damn things.
GIBBS: Thank you.
CASSIDY: They're to my family. Would you like to search my apartment while you're at it?
GIBBS: I would.
CASSIDY: Okay...
TONY: Sorry, Paula.
GIBBS: Check out Said's apartment, too.

KATE: First time I've seen you apologize to a suspect.
T; How'd you feel if I was going to search your apartment?
KATE: Violated beyond belief. You know why you're attracted to her though, don't you?
TONY: Who said I was?
KATE: It's endorphins.
TONY: Well, thank you, Abby.
KATE: You were so excited about going to Cuba, and riding in the jet, it stimulated the hell out of your endorphins. The first woman you saw was like honey to a bear.
TONY: You were the first woman I saw on my endorphin high.
KATE: Yeah, well, we work together, Tony. It's like a brother-sister thing.
TONY: I never had a sister.
KATE: That's probably a good thing.
TONY: You just passed Said's room, sis. Need some help?
KATE: No. Tony - wait. Said had a key to her apartment.
TONY: Well, she doesn't have a key to his.
KATE: Women like making love in their own bed.
TONY: Oh ho - now wait a minute. Just because you're a woman and you enjoy doing it your bed -
KATE: You're right, I misspoke.
TONY: - does not mean that all women -
KATE: I was wrong, Tony, let it go!
TONY: - insist on doing it in their own bed.

CASSIDY: Gonna read me my rights?
GIBBS: You have the right to be reimbursed for postage. Put it on your expense report.
CASSIDY: Thanks.
GIBBS: You might wanna take that chip off your shoulder.
CASSIDY: Gladly. Just treat me as a member of the team.
GIBBS: We're in the same agency. Not on the same team.
CASSIDY: This isn't over?
GIBBS: Yeah. Yeah, almost. Why is Special Agent Dinozzo sorry?
CASSIDY: He blew his chance to get laid.

DUCKY: This just came for you from Guantanamo Bay.
ABBY: It's Said's hard drive. Excellent.
DUCKY: Ah, quite a collection.
ABBY: Yeah, I'm trying to match a scent I found on Said's clothes.
DUCKY: I don't see Chanel No. 5.
ABBY: Does anyone wear that anymore?
DUCKY: My mother does.
ABBY: Really.
DUCKY: Ever since Marilyn Monroe confessed that Chanel No. 5 was all she wore to bed.
ABBY: So...does your mother...
DUCKY: Unfortunately, yes. Makes for terribly awkward slumber parties.

GAMAL: Nassir is extremely upset. Feels he's been cooperative, and now he's in a cell with no windows.
GIBBS: Well, maybe after losing all this luxury, he'll be even more cooperative.
GAMAL: Well, the psychiatrist examined him and is worried for his mental health.
GIBBS: I'm not all that interested in the mental health of people who want to kill me.
GAMAL: You're certain Nassir's a terrorist? Isn't it possible he is what he says he is? Man who was in the wrong place at the wrong time?
GIBBS: Yeah, and it's also possible that he's the man who gave Said those emeralds.
GAMAL: Why would he do that?
GIBBS: Are you that naive? Or did Nassir pass some of those emeralds on to you?

GIBBS: What are all these bottles, Abby?
ABBY: That's the perfume you said I could buy.
GIBBS: Did you have to buy so many?
ABBY: I only got thirty! There's more than twenty-five hundred on the market!
GIBBS: You're kidding me.
ABBY: Perfume is the most powerful accessory a woman can wear.
GIBBS: Yeah, well, how much did all this power cost us?
ABBY: Around fifteen hundred.
GIBBS: Fifteen hundred dollars?
ABBY: Well, not including the tax. I stuck to the thirty most popular scents hoping we'd get lucky.
GIBBS: Ah, how fiscally responsible, Ab.
ABBY: Thank you.
GIBBS: So, did we get any bang for our fifteen hundred bucks?
ABBY: We did. The perfume on Said's clothes is called Escota.
GIBBS: Never heard of it.
ABBY: You wanna hear about his hard drive?
GIBBS: How much is it gonna cost me?
ABBY: Heh. It's pretty much synonymous with his sex drive. Our boy deleted twenty gigs of porn before he turned his hard drive in. He was trading with a porn pal on a Hotmail account that doesn't exist anymore.
GIBBS: Anything good on it?
ABBY: Nothing with sawdust yet. This Agent Cassidy's?
TONY: Yeah. And nothing else of interest in her apartment except...
GIBBS: What?
TONY: She had a bottle of Escota on her dresser. And Said had a key to her apartment, but she did not have a key to his.
GIBBS: Most women prefer their own beds. So, she and Said were doing the horizontal salsa.
TONY: Not according to the bartender at El Floredita.
GIBBS: What, lovers register with him at Gitmo first?
TONY: Bartenders know this kind of stuff, boss. he said she went there most nights, danced with a lot of guys, but always went home alone.
GIBBS: What'd you find out, Kate.
KATE: Said's place wasn't just clean, it was sterilized. There were some towels, soap, and a half a roll of toilet paper.
TONY: I think Said copied Paula's key without her knowing it.
GIBBS: Now which brain is thinking that, Dinozzo.
TONY: I'm hittin' the rack.
GIBBS: Get this off to Abby first thing in the morning.
KATE: You know, Gibbs, sometimes you can be a real -
GIBBS: Bastard?
KATE: Yeah.
GIBBS: Yeah, well, my gut is telling me Agent Cassidy's telling the truth.
KATE: So then what's the problem?
GIBBS: Romance between agents, Kate, it never works.
KATE: You speaking from experience?

CASSIDY: Said and I were not lovers. Who told you that?
GIBBS: Room key. He had yours on his key chain.
CASSIDY: That's not possible. How would he get my room key?
GIBBS: You gave it to him.
CASSIDY: No I didn't! I lost a key. Had to replace one. Said could've stolen it.
GIBBS: Ha. You just remembering now that you lost a key?
CASSIDY: I was just told that somebody else had it.
GIBBS: Okay. Okay, let's say that I buy that. Why would he want a key to your room?
CASSIDY: To get to my computer. But how does he get my password?
GIBBS: You don't keep your door shut, the iguanas get in.
CASSIDY: We did so many interrogations together, he could've watched me type it in.
GIBBS: Why would Said want to get into your computer?
CASSIDY: To read my interrogation reports. I don't know. Lately I noticed that his conversations with Nassir seemed...longer than his translations. I even noted that in my computer. Said took leave and left the next day for the States. Right after I wrote that.
GIBBS: His room was empty, he wasn't intending to come back.
CASSIDY: I should've had Bill come in and sit in on one of the investigations, and check my suspicions. I blew it.
GIBBS: These are the hard objects that Said had in his stomach when he died.
CASSIDY: Emeralds.
GIBBS: Mhm. We think he got 'em from Nassir.
CASSIDY: How did Nassir get them past our body search? Nassir complained of constipation when he arrived and they gave him a laxative.
GIBBS: He got 'em in the same way Said got 'em out.

DUCKY: What are you looking at, Abby?
ABBY: Just sex, Ducky.
DUCKY: Just sex?
ABBY: Yeah. Y'know, the biological act between creatures within a species in response to neurological and physiological stimuli?
DUCKY: Between creatures within a species?
ABBY: Usually.
DUCKY: This isn't yours, I hope.
ABBY: No. It's off Said's hard drive. But something's wrong. The files are too big.
DUCKY: Not just the files.

ABBY: Easter eggs.
GIBBS: What the hell are Easter eggs?
ABBY: Easter eggs are hidden messages within a computer program. If you don't know to look, you don't know they're there.
GIBBS: They were hidden in the porn?
ABBY: My cursor has moved across places that would make Tony blush.
GIBBS: What kind of messages?
ABBY: There's a diagram of the camp, and a bunch of stuff in Arabic. It's coming to you now. Something tells me it's not a greeting from the bunny.

GAMAL: Said arrived at Gitmo April 23. April 28 he writes, "Son in Law located. May 11, "Son in Law moved to minimum security." May 23, he gets a response, "Leader disavows Son in Law. He will be eliminated by...the one who is victorious."
TONY: Leader?
GIBBS: Bin Laden.
KATE: My God, we've got one of Bin Laden's son-in-laws here and didn't even know it.
GIBBS: The one who is victorious? Why does he start talking in riddles all of a sudden.
GAMAL: I don't think he is...I may not be translating that accurately. Nassir. It's old Arabic for the one who is victorious. I ah, owe you an apology, Gibbs. If I had transferred Nassir to minimum security...
GIBBS: You didn't. Don't worry about it.
TONY: How do we find this son-in-law?
GIBBS: Easy. We transfer Nassir to minimum security so he can kill him.

COLONEL: At Camp Delta, the security buck stops with me. If Nassir kills a detainee, it'll be my ass.
GIBBS: Yeah. But once the son-in-law learns that Bin Laden ordered him murdered, he's gonna sing like a bird in Islamic paradise, and maybe that prevents another 9/11.
COLONEL: What's your plan, Gibbs?
GIBBS: We transfer Nassir to minimum security.
GAMAL: From isolation to minimum security? He's bound to be suspicious.
TONY: The new interrogator will have to deliver the news convincingly.
KATE: Since we know he trusts women, that's me.
CASSIDY: No, that's me. I'm the one he trusts.
GIBBS: You promised him minimum security, he got isolation. He won't believe you have the authority to move him.
CASSIDY: He will when I order the guards to remove the shackles.
TONY: That's too risky.
KATE: Tony's right.
CASSIDY: Nassir and Said did this right in front of me.
KATE: You're an interrogator, not a translator. You couldn't have known.
CASSIDY: But I did. I had suspicions about Said and I let them slide. It's inexcusable.
GIBBS: Yeah.
CASSIDY: Let me make up for it.
GIBBS: How good an actress are you, Agent Cassidy?
CASSIDY: Ask Tony. He bought my act?
TONY: Icing me was an act?
CASSIDY: No. Letting you think I was melting was.

KATE: Tony. She'd say anything to get in that room.
TONY: Kate. It's not a problem. We were both playing a game.
GIBBS: Yeah? Who won?

CASSIDY: Hello, Nassir.
NASSIR: I did not expect we'd meet again.
CASSIDY: Neither did I. Remove the shackles. Now, please.
NASSIR: Where is Gibbs?
CASSIDY: Recalled to Washington. His superiors determined that his concerns were unfounded.
GAMAL: [arabic]

KATE: He's not buying it.
TONY: He will.

CASSIDY: Agent Gibbs has had...problems in the past.
GAMAL: Agent Cassidy, this is inappropriate.
CASSIDY: He deserves to know. He has a history of building cases at the expense of the facts. Tell him.
GAMAL: [arabic]

GIBBS: She's good.

NASSIR: I was locked up like a dog.
CASSIDY: It was out of my hands, Nassir. I'm sorry. I've arranged to have you returned to your cell. You just answer one question. Do you have a conscience?
GAMAL: [arabic]
NASSIR: I have a moral awareness of my actions.
CASSIDY: Good. Because I've trusted you, Nassir.
NASSIR: I'm glad you are back.
CASSIDY: So am I.

KATE: She's ending the session. What is she doing?
TONY: Playin' him.

NASSIR: [arabic]
GAMAL: He's asking about the transfer to minimum security you promised him.
CASSIDY: I'll try.

RMG: We have a hundred and twenty detainees in minimum security at present. Twenty to a unit. Barracks 20 is the one Nassir is assigned to. And this - that's the inside surveillance camera.
GIBBS: How many guards you got inside the barracks?
RMG: Two. One on each exit, front and rear.
TONY: Odds are six to one against his target being billeted in the same barracks as him.
GIBBS: Means Nassir is going to have to kill his target in the exercise yard. What does Secret Service think?
KATE: Three sharpshooters, there, there, and one on the watchtower. I have an idea.
GIBBS: It's about time.
KATE: Nassir has to change his jumpsuit when he transfers, right?
GIBBS: Spankin' brand new white one. So?
KATE: So. I wanna add a little trim.

CASSIDY: You're being transferred to minimum security, Nassir.
NASSIR: You have kept your word.
CASSIDY: Does that surprise you?
NASSIR: No.
CASSIDY: Don't betray my trust, Nassir.
NASSIR: I will not.

GIBBS: There. Right there. They're bringing him out now.
TONY: Talk about your own personal web cam.
GIBBS: We only did enough with the search to keep it legitimate.
TONY: You think he already has a weapon?
GIBBS: Oh yeah, I do, probably a shiv.
RMG: It makes sense, easy to conceal.
KATE: How does he make a shiv in max security?
RMG: A comb, a toothbrush, something innocuous ground to a point.

TONY: You're good. Bet you coulda made it in Hollywood.
CASSIDY: I don't know if I'm hoping I'm right or wrong about Nassir.
GIBBS: He's a killer. It's in his eyes.
TONY: Yep. The eyes always give you away.

GIBBS: Oh, yeah.

RMG: Your target is the fifth detainee to exit. Acknowledge when you have him in your sights.
SNIPER: Roger that. Okay, I've got him.

GIBBS: That's a diversion.
SNIPER: Lost the target, repeat, no shot.
RMG: My sniper's lost his target.
KATE: He's heading in the opposite direction, Gibbs, he's switched groups.
TONY: He's going into barracks twenty-one.
GIBBS: He's made his man. Where're your guards, Colonel? NCIS, open up. Dinozzo, go around back!
TONY: Got it!
GIBBS: Down! Get down!
TONY: High to kill him.
CASSIDY: And make him a martyr? No. This is worse than death.

KATE: She looks awfully lonely back there.
GIBBS: So?
KATE: So. I think one of us should go and keep her company?
GIBBS: Why?
KATE: She is one of us.
GIBBS: Kate.
KATE: What? Well, I can't let her ride alone.
GIBBS: Why is it that women always wanna fix what doesn't need fixing?
KATE: It makes us feel all warm inside.
GIBBS: So does Scotch, but it doesn't cost you a house.

TONY: I didn't really -
CASSIDY: I didn't think that - You go.
TONY: Watch this. It's a Gulfstream.

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