Sea Dog Transcripts

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Sea Dog Transcripts


What, did you hear that?
Yeah, I've always dug the 80s.
Hey! Turn the music back on!
Hey - shut up, shut up!
Hear that?
Sounds like fireworks.
Don't see any.
That's gunfire.
Well, whatever it was, it's over now.
Not yet.
Look out!
There's no one in it.
Fireworks, my ass. It's all shot up.

TONY: Hey.
KATE: Morning! How was your weekend?
GIBBS: What've we got?
KATE: So much for small talk.
TONY: Car crash in Quantico last night, no fatalities.
GIBBS: Next.
TONY: PO caught shoplifting at Bloomingdale's.
GIBBS: Is there anything worth over fifty grand at Bloomingdale's, Dinozzo?
TONY: I don't think so.
GIBBS: Then why would we handle it? Next.
TONY: Ahh...I heard a rumor about an ecstasy ring at Lejeune.
GIBBS: You heard a rumor?
KATE: Oh, he's been searching for a case, any case, since I came in.
TONY: All agents not working active cases are to attend a sexual harassment seminar at the NCIS Human Resources training center at 0930 hours today.
GIBBS: I cannot sit through anothe rone of those, I will shoot myself.
KATE: You mean they actually train you guys how to harass? Hey, I'm kidding. Except for Tony.
TONY: For the last time, Kate, I was only trying to get my seatbelt on.
KATE: Right. Seatbelt.
GIBBS: Yeah? Gibbs. Okay, we're on it. Dead Navy Commander just washed up on a north Virginia beach.
TONY: YES!
KATE: Shotgun.
TONY: I hate when she does that.

Detective: L-I-N-N, no E.
GIBBS: Gibbs. NCIS.
Detective LINN: Well it's about time you guys showed up. We've been running between the body and the boat all night long. Boat crashed ashore right in the middle of a beach blanket bingo. Hard to believe. Navy C, gettin mixed up in stuff like this.
GIBBS: Stuff like what?
Detective LINN: Drug running. DEA's working two dead drug dealers three miles north of here at Fort Story.
GIBBS: Three miles up the beach and you tied it to the Commander?
Detective LINN: They're all shot up. So's his boat. Got to be a connection.
GIBBS: And you are...?
FONTAINE: Dianne Fontaine, WXEK News, I'd like to ask you some questions -
GIBBS: Dinozzo!
TONY: Yeah!
GIBBS: Escort Ms. Fontaine off our crime scene, please.
TONY: Ms. Fontaine.
FONTAINE: Let's go, guys.
GIBBS: Sergeant, ah, Linn, is it? You in the habit of convicting people before the investigation starts?
Detective LINN: What? Hey, whoa, I...
DUCKY:: What've we got, Gibbs?
GIBBS: The Commander's wallet...with the Sergeant's prints.
DUCKY: You removed a wallet from a body without gloves?
Detective LINN: I had to get the vic's name.
DUCKY: He's not a "vic," he's a victim. Where did you learn crime scene procedure, watching Kojack reruns?
Detective LINN: Oookay, now just hold on a minute...
GIBBS: Duck, I'll see you at the crime scene.
DUCKY: All right, let's start at the beginning. You tell me what you did when you got here, from the top.

KATE: Looks like a herd of elephants went through here.
GIBBS: Nah, just one fat local LEO. All right, Kate, bag this, I'll do the photos.
KATE: Oh, Tony told me what to do.
GIBBS: Tony doesn't tell you what to do, I do. Your elephant said the Commander's boat got shot up. Whey don't you grab an extra kit from the truck and work that scene.
KATE: By myself?
GIBBS: You need help?
KATE: No! I got it.
GIBBS: Hey, and have it towed back to the garage when you're done! And get the witness reports while you're at it!
TONY: I need more assignments like that, boss.
GIBBS: D'j'you get her number?
TONY: Oh, yeah.
GERALD: Do you think he was shot or drowned?
TONY: Well, either way, he's dead.
GIBBS: It's too bad. Good guy. Got you out of that sexual harassment lecture.
TONY: Rather be in the lecture.
DUCKY: That man is an imbecile. He shouldn't be a school crossing guard. Here, move.
GIBBS: Haven't heard you this pissed since you shoved that French flic off a cliff, Duck.
GERALD: Wait, you shoved a French cop over a cliff?
DUCKY: There was a lake below.
GIBBS: Sixty feet below. Duck, this crime scene's a mess. Can we move the body?
DUCKY: Why not. The imbecile obviously has.
GIBBS: Let's turn him over, see if he was shot in the back.
TONY: Guess we can rule out accidental drowning.
DUCKY: Ah, my friend. Even if you'd survived the water, you would never have walked again.
GIBBS: DEA found a couple bodies up at Fort Saury might be tied to this.
DUCKY: At least they know not to contaminate a crime scene.
GIBBS: Hey. Why don't you clean this up, bag him, meet us up there.
TONY: Well, it gives you a warm feeling, doesn't it?
GERALD: What?
TONY: Knowing Gibbs trusts us with a contaminated crime scene.
GERALD: C'mon, man, let's get him out of here.

FULLER: This must be him. Special Agent Gibbs!
GIBBS: Yeah.
FULLER: Sergeant Linn radioed you were coming. Agent Ken Fuller, DEA. This is Captain Bradstone, Army CID.
Gibbs: Our ME, Doctor Mallard.
DUCKY: Agent Fuller, Captain.
FULLER: Looks like your Navy man fell in with a bad crowd.
DUCKY: Ah, Gibbs! This scene is pristine!
FULLER: We're not amateurs.
Gibbs: Who says they're connected?
FULLER: How many guys you know go out fishing in the middle of the night?
Gibbs: Me.
FULLER: Well, I guarantee you these two guys didn't. They meet up with cargo ships off the coast, bring in coke.
GIBBS: Where's their boat?
FULLER: There's a drug war going on. I figured they got jacked for the boat and the coke.
GIBBS: Cap'n, CID working this crime scene?
Bradstone: ME's not available until tomorrow, and since this may have something to do with your Navy officer, Army has no objection to NCIS and DEA working it. Just send us all your reports.
GIBBS: Yep. Thanks, Cap'n. Okay to touch, Duck?
DUCKY: You have my permission.
GIBBS: How many drug dealers you know dump the bodies and the cash?

KATE: Thanks for waiting, guys.
GIBBS: Chain of custody, Kate. You had to stay with the boat.
KATE: I'm not stupid, Gibbs.
GIBBS: Never said you were.
KATE: I didn't have to ride in the tow truck with that boat, now did I? You do this to all the newbies, or just the females?
TONY: Do we look like sexists?
KATE: Ask me who's buried in Grant's tomb. It's a tougher question.
GIBBS: Okay, okay, fun's over. Give me the highlights.
KATE: Nine students from UVA were having a beach party. Around 0230 they heard what they first thought was fireworks out on the water.
TONY: Gunfire.
KATE: Good guess, Tony. The Whaler had six holes in its stern, two in the engine housing.
GIBBS: The Commander was running.
KATE: Probably from a larger boat they heard racing up the coast. About fifteen seconds later, the Mary Celeste came roaring out of the dark and onto the beach. Scared the hell out of them.
GIBBS: What'd you find on the boat?
KATE: Fishing gear, bait, coffee thermos, ham sandwich. I logged everything, sent it to Abby.
TONY: No drugs?
KATE: No. Is there a drug connection?
GIBBS: DEA thinks so. Two dealers floated ashore last night at Port Story. Aeriated.
KATE: Well, there were no drugs on the Whaler.
TONY: You sure? I knew a granny in Baltimore, hid a kilo of H in her horse's rectum.
KATE: No horse on the boat, Tony. We working a joint investigation with the DEA?
GIBBS: Yep. Ducky's got all three bodies in autopsy and Abby's drying the money.
KATE: Money.
GIBBS: Dealers were found with fanny packs stuffed with wads of Franklins.
KATE: Well, I gotta see those bills.
GIBBS: Why?
KATE: I did work for the SS. We tend to get all hot and bothered over large sums of hundred dollar bills.
TONY: Is that what does it for ya?
KATE: What does it for me, Tony, is a mystery that you will never solve.
TONY: I know the answer. Grant.
GIBBS: Why do I feel like a high school principal?
TONY: I dunno, Boss.
GIBBS: If those college kids were right, whoever shot the Commander ran into the Chesapeake or up the Maryland coast.
TONY: I'm on it.

DUCKY: The South Pacific has a number of different refreshments. I remember one...where was it, New Guinea or Timor? Well, whatever the case, the natives had this delightfully refreshing drink. It wasn't until years later I discovered it was made from a mixture of rum, punch, and water buffalo urine. To Abby, please, Gerald. They'd never seen a white man, and my life was in jeopardy, until -
AGENT: I - I've gotta report in.
DUCKY: There's a phone over there. Oh, well. Ah, you'll enjoy this, Commander. As I was saying in jeopardy until I cured the chief's wife of a terrible yeast infection.
AGENT: I can see why you don't talk much.
GERALD: I'm sorry, did you say something?

FONTAINE: Commander Farrell, a Navy ROTC instructor at Hampton Roads, was found on a north Virginia beach this morning near the bodies of two alleged drug dealers. Commander Farrell, the founder of Urban Lights, a night basketball anti-drug program, may have been involved in smuggling illegal drugs into the Norfolk area. Expressing shock and outrage, a community spokesman said the Urban Lights basketball program will be suspended on all Norfolk community courts -

P1: You gonna kick our asses out?
GIBBS: Nope.
P1: You 5-0, ain't you?
GIBBS: Sorta.
P1: Sorta? Yeah, right. I smell bacon.
GIBBS: Big fence to climb over.
P2: Not if you got hops.
P1: What you want, wonton?
GIBBS: To get this lock off the gate. Should'nt have to hop a fence to play some basketball.
P1: You got heat to do somethin' about it?
Gibbs: Maybe you do.
P1: We did.
GIBBS: Yeah. So you did. It'd be better with lights. Answer me one question. Get the right answer, you have my word these lights'll get back on.
P2: Shoot, 5-0.
P1: No, slow up, Bobby. What you mean? Right answer?
GIBBS: Gimme the wrong answer, I can't help you.
P1: Get outta here, fed.
P2: What you doin', bro?
P1: He's a narc, man. He's tryin to get us to say Sea Dog was dealin'.
P2: So tell the bacon what he wants to hear if it gets us our lights back.
P1: I'm not dimin' on Sea Dog.
P2: Man, he's six feet below. He won't know.
P1: Yo, I will.
P2: Man, you too old to hop wire.
GIBBS: Want the question?
P1: I know the question. You not gonna like the answer.
GIBBS: I will if it's the truth.
P1: Man, we could lie. How you gonna know, fed?
GIBBS: I'll know.

KATE: For the 1990-96 series, Treasury introduced microprinting as a counter-measure against computer printers and copiers. Good enough to stop high school kids, but not rogue countries and a few of the world's top forgers. It's got one tiny flaw.
GIBBS: I'll be damned.
TONY: What?
KATE: You'd think a man who could find heroin in a horse's ass could find this.
FULLER: You reached into a horse's ass?
TONY: I had a glove on. United States, what's wrong with that?
KATE: Read it again.
TONY: Untied States. Ah. So the forger was dyslexic.
KATE: Not just the forger.
GIBBS: Who would pay drug runners with counterfeit money?
FULLER: I knw you don't want to hear this, Gibbs, but your Commander could've bought with bogus bills. That's why they killed him.
GIBBS: Commander Farrell was not dealing drugs. Tony. Where'd you find that boat was headed when they dumped the two bodies?
TONY: Well, according to the tide chart, since the bodies washed up at Fort Story, the boat had to've been entering the Bay.
KATE: Well, that narrows it down. Even if we knew the marina, we still don't have the name or description of the boat.
GIBBS: Well, let's talk to someone who does. Can you pull in the boss of the dead drug runners?
FULLER: Trihio. Sure. For as long as it takes him to get his lawyers down here.
GIBBS: Bring in that dirtbag that runs the rival gang, too.
FULLER: These aren't a couple of sailors caught buying grass. These are pros. They won't tell you the names of their mothers.
GIBBS: No offense, but maybe you just don't use the right tone of voice with them. Bring them in. Anybody at your old agency you can trust?
KATE: Trust to what?
GIBBS: Find out who forged these notes and where they've been circulating.
KATE: Shouldn't be a problem.
GIBBS: Without telling their boss. That a problem?
KATE: Gee, now why would that be a problem.

GIBBS: Great.
TONY: What're you doing?
GIBBS: Communicating.
TONY: Abby signs?
GIBBS: Yeah. Yeah, her parents were deaf.
TONY: Where'd you learn?
GIBBS: She just said that the AK-47 round that killed the Commander came from the same weapon that killed our two drug dealers.
TONY: Yeah. Why didn't she just come out and say that?
GIBBS: Hey, thank you.
ABBY: That was fun, Gibbs, you still got the touch.
GIBBS: Oh! She's got more.
ABBY: I picked up GSR on the smugglers' hands. Their weapons were fired really recently. The Commander's was clean.
GIBBS: They said Sea Dawg didn't deal.
TONY: Sea Dawg? Who's Sea Dawg?
GIBBS: You get that reporter's number, or was that just talk?
TONY: Haha. Gibbs.
GIBBS: See if she's available for lunch.
TONY: Love to. Can I expense it?
GIBBS: No, but I will.
TONY: How do you sign I shoulda known?

FONTAINE: You kick me off the beach and now you play the gentleman. You must want something real bad.
GIBBS: Oh, yeah. Bubbles okay?
FONTAINE: Fine.
GIBBS: The panini here reminds me of Naples.
FONTAINE: Ah. No bread. I'm on TV, remember?
GIBBS: So's it true the camera puts ten pounds on you?
FONTAINE: Five, in my case. What do you want, Agent Gibbs?
GIBBS: Jethro.
FONTAINE: You're kidding.
GIBBS: No. Um...have a nice lunch, get to know you a little...
FONTAINE: Ah, here it comes.
GIBBS: ...tell you a story.
FONTAINE: Jethro. Commander Farrell's old news. I'm on to fresher bodies.
GIBBS: Aren't you interested in getting it right?
FONTAINE: I am. My producer isn't. He's interested in ratings.
GIBBS: At the price of a man's reputation.
FONTAINE: I didn't report anything that wasn't told to me by the cops.
GIBBS: You didn't dig deeper.
FONTAINE: I couldn't. You threw me out.
GIBBS: What if I let you in?

TONY: How was lunch?
GIBBS: They here yet?
TONY: Downstairs waiting. You're not going to tell me about lunch, are you?
GIBBS: No. You should wash your hands with soap for saying that.

FULLER: Special Agent Gibbs. Frank Trahio and Daryl Wilkins as requested.
GIBBS: Over here. That a glimer of recognition I just saw? It seems these two belong to you.
Wilkins: Ha-ha! Well good. I can slide, right?
GIBBS: Not if you killed them.
Wilkins: Never scuffed anyone in my life.
GIBBS: I'm the only one not finding anything funny here. You know why? This naval Commander didn't die a natural death or fighting for his country. He died in a crossfire between you two dirtbags.
Trahio: I want my lawyer.
GIBBS: This was found on these two boys in the cooler. It's counterfeit. Comes from a foreign government known to support terrorrism. That makes you two dirtbags suspected enemy combatants under the Patriot Act. Tony, read their rights. Put them on the first Navy transport to Gitmo.
TONY: You do not have the right to remain silent. You do not have the right to an attorney...
FULLER: Gibbs, we don't know who counterfeited that money. Even if it does come from a country friendly to terrorrists, you can't send them to Gitmo. They're US citizens.
TONY: Do you understand these rights you don't have?
GIBBS: Watch me.

FULLER: Your bluff worked. Trahio wants to talk. He really believed you'd ship him off to Gitmo.
GIBBS: The secret of a good bluff, Agent Fuller, is not to bluff.

Trahio: The two men on ice are...ah...brothers. Jesus and Carlos Garcia. They run two of my boats. Fishing's been poor lately because of...poachers in my waters.
Wilkins: Your waters? You own the ocean, Frank?
Trahio: So I kept my boats in port, till our ah, little dispute, could be settled.
TONY: I could recommend federal mediator. Sorry, couldn't resist. You were saying?
Trahio: Yesterday I learned that the G brothers took one of my boats out Sunday night and never came back.
GIBBS: Without asking you, ??
Trahio: Si,
Wilkins: You ain't barlin no more when your ???, Frank.
Trahio: ??, Okay.
Wilkins: He can ride out
GIBBS: Believe that dare?
Wilkins: There's no way he'd be .... my real in front of my grille.
TONY: Real in front of my grille, I gotta remember that.
GIBBS: Know what that tells me? As far as you were concerned, that boat was Trahio's. Fishing in disputed waters.
Wilkins: Hey, I wasn't hip till this narc dragged me down here. Swear on my s, okay, we weren't...
Trahio: He's not lying to you. He didn't kill them.
GIBBS: Man, this is good, Tony. I mean, it's good. You got two rival dirtbags vouching for each other. You think Garcia chartered out Frank's boat to some sports fishermen from Iowa?
TONY: Would they want to do anything legal?
GIBBS: Nope. Nope, they were probably hauling drugg smugglers
TONY: Or illegals.
GIBBS: Or runnin' guns. We miss any potential charters?
Trahio: I told you everything I know. Can I go now? Por favor?
Gibbs: Yeah. Sure. Once we have the boat. Help me out here, Daryl.
Wilkins: He's got GPS locaters in all his boats?
GIBBS: Now why didn't you tell us that, Frank?
Trahio: I like to handle my own problems.
GIBBS: Not this time. This one is ours.
Trahio: May I use your phone?
GIBBS: Sure. What's the name of the boat?

FULLER: Can Tony sniff for drugs now?
TONY: Tony?
FULLER: Some coincidence, huh?
Gibbs: Deck's been hosed, but there's blood residue. Get me some swabs, Dinozzo, I'll start the cabin.
Tony: Man, he's a real stud.
FULLER: He's neutered.
[flashback]
TONY: Whoa - holy hell! What kind of engine's in this thing?
FULLER: Drug runner's special. Blown 502 putting out 800 horses.
GIBBS: Main cabin's a mess. Bloodstains, bullet holes, found some bloody bandages on the bunks. One of 'em's hurting.
FULLER: Can I search for drugs?
GIBBS: We're just getting started. What you can do is check with the marina office, see if they payed a mooring fee. Strike out at that, start canvassing the marina, find out if someone -
FULLER: Gibbs, I'm a federal agent. I know who and what to ask.
GIBBS: Keep forgetting you're not a dog walker.
FULLER: Oh. That's very funny. C'mon, Tony.
TONY: Wow. They shoulda hosed down in here.
GIBBS: They did just enough to avoid attracting the attention of someonen walking by.
TONY: We're gonna be bagging and tagging for hours.
[flashback]
TONY: If I only had the time.
GIBBS: What?
TONY: You got the time? My watch is...
GIBBS: You goin' somewhere, Dinozzo?
TONY: Yeah. Back to work.

MARCY: Caitlin!
KATE: Glad you could make it, Marcy. I didn't go over to the dark side.
MARCY: Sorry. So how's it feel not wearing a suit?
KATE: I think a bit like mom felt when she burned her bra.
MARCY: Where'd you get those serial numbers, Kate?
KATE: I stumbled across some bogus bills on a drug case.
MARCY: Ah. The Navy Commander who was dealing to the kids at Urban Lights?
KATE: Well, we don't think he was, Marcy.
MARCY: Hmpf. Teach me to believe the news. NCIS have the bogus bills?
KATE: 65,000 worth of Franklins. You able to trace them?
MARCY: Yes, we were.
KATE: We?
MARCY: Sorry, Kate. You know better than to ask anyone to slip you info on something like this. We had to involve the FBI.
FORNELL: Agent Todd. I see you've joined the cowboys.

FULLER: Well, they're ..the marine office, but Jenny and Nancy were very helpful.
TONY: Jenny and Nancy?
FULLER: The girls on the sloop over there. They're sailing that beauty all the way down the intercoastal waterway to Miami for her owner.
TONY: All the way to Miami.
GIBBS: They're going to be there by the time you tell me how they were helpful.
FULLER: When they docked yesterday, there was someone on this boat.
GIBBS: Get a description?
FULLER: Late twenties, glasses, short hair. Gay or low on testosterone. They waved - he ignored them.
TONY: No way!
Fuller. Heh. That's what I said.
GIBBS: What did they say?
FULLER: Guy had a couple of cell phones. When he wasn't making calls, he was working a laptop. Then about one, Jenny started grilling some prawns. By the way, they're Aussies.
TONY: Aussies! I love Auss - so, ah Jenny was grilling prawns?
FULLER: Saw a, ah, white van pull up here. The guy wiht the glasses was really excited to see the driver. She said they hugged a lot.
TONY: Gay.
GIBBS: Describe the driver?
FULLER: Same look as glasses, without the glasses. They brought some heavy suitcases from the boat to the van, then they helped a third guy with a bandaged leg to the van. He musta been in the cabin the whole time. Then they drove off.
TONY: Anything more on the van other than the color?
FULLER: Nope, I tried. All they could remmeber was that it was white. Can Tony sniff the boat now?
GIBBS: It's all yours.
FULLER: It sure is.
TONY: What's that?
FULLER: Asset forfiture notice.
TONY: Don't you have to find drugs first?
FULLER: I used to worry about rules like that. Then I met you guys. C'mon, Tony, up. All right, good boy.

TONY: I'm tellin' you, boss, Aussie chicks? Definitely different than American chicks. A guy's even got to approach 'em differently. I'd'a gotten more than the color of the van out've 'em.
GIBBS: I know I'm gonna regret this, Dinozzo...but follow up on Fuller's interview.

GIBBS: Hey. Get anything from your friend?
KATE: Yep.
GIBBS: You disappoint me, Kate.
FORNELL: Me too, Gibbs. I thought she knew better than to trade down. Oh. Is this yours?
GIBBS: You need to seriously rethink your definition of the word 'friend.'
KATE: If I were in Marcy's shoes I would've done the same thing.
FORNELL: Careful, Agent Todd. You're running out of job options.
GIBBS: Since I once again have the pleasure of your company, Agent Fornell, we're into more than phoney Franklins and dead drug dealers.
Fornell: Much more. Those serial numbers matched a bunch of bogus bills passed by 9/11 hijackers. Your killers aren't drug dealers. They're terrorists.

CHARLIE: Since 9/11 the Bureau has compiled a worldwide terrorist database incorporating files from over seventy-four intelligence services. Any prints lfited from that boat that are left by known terrorists will get a hit.
MORROW: Why didn't we have access to this database, Charlie?
CHARLIE: All you had to do was ask, Tom.
MORROW: If your Agent Fornell hadn't been here to get us priority, my feeling is I'd still be asking.
CHARLIE: Perhaps I should leave him there.
MORROW: I don't think that's necessary, Charlie. Just hardwire us into this terrorist database.
CHARLIE: Sorry, Tom. We like to monitor who's accessing our data.
MORROW: Hard to keep a list like this to yourself, Charlie. I'm sure when our colleagues who are at the other agencies hear of this, they're going to be pounding on your door.
CHARLIE: Oh, hell, why not. We're all on the same team. But Tom - if any of our colleagues hear about this, I'll pull your plug, and NCIS priority will follow the Sandusky, Ohio, fire department.
MORROW: Understood. Thanks, Charlie. Good luck.
FORNELL: I see where you cowboys get your chutzpah.
Gibbs: How long will it take to scan the entire database?
FORNELL: Dunno. No one's ever done it.

TONY: Nothing like a shrimp on the barbie.
JENNY: Only a Yank would call a ?? prawns.
TONY: They're prawns!
NANCY: Sounds like a real aucker, doesn't he, Jen?
JENNY: I reckon.
TONY: Aucker?
JENNY: They're ridgy-didge.
TONY: I need a translator.
NANCY: You'll get the drift. Aren't you drinking, Tony?
TONY: I'd love to, but, ah, I'm on duty. Pretend I'm not here. I know it's hard. You were sipping wine and ah grilling shh-prawns when the van showed up?
NANCY: Nah, this is silly.
TONY: Reenacting can, ah, jog your memory, especially your sense of smell.
JENNY: Come on, then. Give it a go. We put the prawns on the barbie.
NANCY: We toasted.
TOGETHER: Cheers.
[flashbacks]

GIBBS: You know him?
KATE: No.
FORNELL: The name is Saudi. Same as most of the 9/11 hijackers.
GIBBS: What's the red star?
FORNELL: Active case with a high priority. He's one of the foreign terrorists wanted for the UN bombing in Baghdad. Believed to have slipped out Iraq through Syria three weeks ago. Whereabouts unknonw.
GIBBS: Not anymore.

TONY: It worked! I had Jenny and Nancy grill some prawns - they don't call them shrimp in Australia - sip a really nice chardonnay with a wonderful bouquet - I didn't drink! just sniffed.
FORNELL: What the hell is he ranting about?
GIBBS: I shoulda known better.
TONY: No no no! Boss, I had the girls do exactly what they were doing when the white panel van pulled in, jogged their memory. It worked. They remembered the driver was wearing a company uniform.
KATE: Water company, phone company?
GIBBS: Jefferson Power, Vantage Cable?
FORNELL: Milkman? Bread man? Hell, that white van could be from any of a hundred different commercial, county or state outfits.
GIBBS: It's a start.
TONY: I"m not done. Pulled this videotape from the security camera at the Mobile station on the way out of the arena.
KATE: Oh, that's really smart, Tony.
TONY: Any guy coulda done it.
KATE: Guy? Learn to shut up when you're ahead.
GIBBS: What time did the girls say they saw the van.
TONY: Ah, around 1300.
ABBY: Are we submitting to the Sundance Film Festival?
TONY: Best terrorrist film category.
ABBY: Sweet. So if anyone's interested, the only prints off the boat I could match were the druggies in the cooler.
GIBBS: Not the Commander?
ABBY: Negatory.
KATE: We got a match on terrorists.
TONY: You didn't tell me that!
KATE: Who could get a word in?
ABBY: I ran those prints through the Bureau. I got nada.
GIBBS: You did not have access to the full database.
ABBY: You're holding out on us! That is not nice.
GIBBS: Whoa - th-there it is. Turn it back.
TONY: Yeah.
GIBBS: Jefferson Power. Dammit. Can anybody read that number?
TONY: 831.
KATE: They've gotta be going after the power grid.
ABBY: I found traces of C-4 on the stuff you bagged on the boat.
FORNELL: Thank God. They're just gonna try to blow something up. We've been spotting terrorrists hacking into our power distribution grid software. That could shut down half the country. C-4 indicates a hard target - a power plant, substation, distribution node, which are all under tight security. Which are about to get a hell of a lot tighter.
GIBBS: There's a good chance that driver works for JP.
FORNELL: I hope he does. We'll have him before sundown. Terrorist alert. APB on Jefferson Power Company van number 831. I wanna know where it's based, who's driving it, and I wanna know in five minutes. Thanks. You've all done a terrific job.
TONY: I feel like I just kissed my sister.
ABBY: I didn't know you had a sister, Tony.
TONY: I don't. Fantasizing.
ABBY: I need music to do that.
GIBBS: Fornell's got target fixation.
KATE: Come again?
TONY: It's when a figher pilot gets so fixed on his target that he flies right into it.
KATE: Ah. Like you and women?
GIBBS: That August blackout was caused by a tree falling on some power lines, right?
KATE: Something like that.
GIBBS: Well, hell, these guys don't need C-4. An axe'll do.
KATE: Kay, here's a timeline for the August 15 blackout.
GIBBS: Put it up on the plasma key.
KATE: It started at Eastlake, Ohio, at 1400 and by the time it reached Indian Point, Buchanan, New York, all the northeast and most of Canada was dark.
GIBBS: Pull the state's power grid up off the internet.
KATE: Whoa! Look at this!
TONY: It says three key failures in Virginia could cascade until every state from here to the Rockies is dark.
KATE: Yeah, more than says, it shows how. Wait, take down those three flashing nodes simultaneously, and you take out the entire eastern power grid.
GIBBS: All we have to do is stop them from taking out one?
KATE: It looks that way. I mean, if any two fail at the same time the slack can be picked up. There will be blackouts, but it won't cascade.
TONY: Well, which one do we go for?
GIBBS: The closest one. Right here.

KATE: Agent Fornell's concentrating agents on the three key nodes. He's also emailed me a driver's photo.
GIBBS: That was fast.
TONY: They had the van number.
KATE: Here, take a look.
GIBBS: It's an alias. What's he do?
KATE: Power line inspector.
GIBBS: Is our node at the end of that transmission line?
KATE: Yes. It's about a mile west.
GIBBS: Take that road.
TONY: Didn't think you'd want to stop to open the gate.
GIBBS: Hell no. They don't have to blow the nodes. This guy knows where to take down three transmission towers and do the same thing.
KATE: How do we know this line is one of them?
GIBBS: Crosses the node, doesn't it?
KATE: Two lines cross this node, in and out. That's four places within a mile of the node that he can blow a tower down.
GIBBS: Well, maybe we'll get lucky.
KATE: Nobody's that lucky.
GIBBS: Hm. We are.
KATE: He could be a power company employee, doing his job.
GIBBS: No, I don't think so! Phone's got detonators.
KATE: Looks like the other two must have the same setup. Looks like he's got all three phones hooked up to the same number.
GIBBS: How many numbers did he dial?
KATE: Six.
TONY: One more and badda-bing, badda-boom.
GIBBS: Lucky he wasn't phone savvy.
KATE: Savvy enough to wire three phones to the same number.
GIBBS: Yep. But what if he used speed dial?

FONTAINE: The lights are back on tonight at Community Center courts since Navy Commander Brian Farrell, founder of Urban Lights, was cleard to day of any connection to the drug war which claimed his life lst Sunday. A community center spokesperson issued an apology, and announced that a commemorative plaque will be dedicated to the memory of Sea Dog, as Commander Farrell was affectionately called by the young men he strived to help have a better life. This is Diane Fontain, WXEK News. Now back to you. Doug, I need some B roll on the boys. How was that?
GIBBS: Very nice.
FONTAINE: I can't guarantee that my producer will air it...
GIBBS: You're trying. That's a start. Thank you, Diane.
FONTAINE: You're welcome, Jethro.

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