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Eye Spy Transcripts


WORTH: I've got ten minutes before Ainsley comes looking for me. So what's the, ah, big emergency?
COMP TECH: No one can know about this.
WORTH: Okay.
COMP TECH: We haven't got much time. I was repositioning from Cuba towards Quebec. Guess I hit a glitch over Virginia. Little Creek Naval Base.
WORTH: Oh, God bless America.
COMP TECH: She's really cold.
WORTH: Really. Cold.
COMP TECH: Better tha monitoring ship movements in the Atlantic.
WORTH: Heh, as long as we don't get caught.
COMP TECH: Uh oh, a problem.
WORTH: Someone else must be there. Damn. Oh, no, no, sweetie, nobody's looking...
COMP TECH: All right, all right.
WORTH: Hey, where'd she go? What just happened?
COMP TECH: Punch in.

TONY: Good morning, Kate.
KATE: I assume that was good morning.
TONY: You want one?
KATE: No.
TONY: They're really good!
KATE: No. Thanks. It's not worth the price. I like keeping my belt notched exactly where it is.
TONY: What's that supposed to mean?
KATE: What mean?
TONY: The whole sort of raised eyebrows winky thing.
KATE: nothing, really, just a...a nervous tick.
TONY: I've weighed exactly the same since the day I graduated from college, never up never down.
KATE: Oh. Certainly you would know. Do you weigh yourself a lot?
TONY: I never weigh myself.
KATE: I see. Well. I don't pay that close attention to your body, Tony.
TONY: Really.
KATE: But Tony? If you're happy with the way you are, that's all that counts.
GIBBS: Gibbs. Mhm. Murder at Little Creek. Get Ducky.
KATE: You all right?
TONY: Couldn't be better.

GIBBS: Who found the body?
MASTER CHIEF: I did. An anonymous tip was called in to base security saying someone was stabbed here.
GIBBS: Victim been ID'd?
MASTER CHIEF: Yes, sir. Lieutenant Commander Thomas Eagan. His wallet was found in the SUV.
GIBBS: Kate. Photos.
TONY: Tag Heuer. You don't leave one of those behind if you're robbing a guy.
GIBBS: You know the Lieutenant Commander's assignment?
MASTER CHIEF: Yes, sir. He's attached as a technical adviser to SideScan, a civilian contractor on the base. Don't know any more, their work's classified.
GIBBS: You keep this under wraps, MC.
MASTER CHIEF: Yes, sir.
DUCKY: We have a rising tide.
GIBBS: Okay. Dinozzo, you and me take measurements. We'll rebuild it later in the lab. Kate, more photos.
KATE: Gotcha.
GIBBS: Gerald, take notes.
GERALD: I'm on it.
DUCKY: Come one, move it! We've gotta keep him dry!
GIBBS: I've got the side.
TONY: Got the farthest boulder.
GIBBS: head and feet.
TONY: Fifteen point seven one.
GIBBS: Eleven point three-six meters.
GERALD: Fifteen point seven one, eleven point three-six, got 'em.
KATE: His dive knife is missing.
DUCKY: Yeah. You didn't see this coming, did you, my friend? Hey, watch out!
GIBBS: Tide!
DUCKY: Heh. Well done, Tony.
GIBBS: Bag him.
DUCKY: I got a spare suit in the van.
KATE: You okay? What is it?
GIBBS: Shrinkage.

TYLER: I just...can't believe Tom Eagan is dead.
GIBBS: When did you see him last?
OVERMEYER: Where was the Commander going?
TYLER: To conduct underwater tests on a piece of equipment.
OVERMEYER: Did you find a device with his body?
KATE: What kind of a device?
OVERMEYER: It's a handheld sonar gun. I've got a wooden mockup of the prototype that we're missing. It uses sound echoes to create visual images.
KATE: Like a sonogram.
OVERMEYER: Yeah.
TYLER: Not dissimilar. Earlier types are larger, have to be towed behind watercraft.
OVERMEYER: And our version can be carried by a diver. My company developed the concept, we brought it to the Navy, Commander Tyler was assigned as my liaison.
TYLER: I brought in Tom. He was a sound surveillance expert. We were evaluating it.
GIBBS: For use in harbor surveillance.
OVERMEYER: Yes. It's the only working prototype that we have. Its loss is...devastating to the military.
GIBBS: And, I bet, to your company. Where's the commander's desk?
TYLER: There.
GIBBS: We'll be seizing his computer, and anything else we find we need. You understand.

BARK: Little Creek Quarter Deck, this is Seaman Apprentice Bark speaking, how may I help you, sir or ma'am? Yes, sir.
TONY: Special Agent Dinozzo.
BARK: Just can't stop messing with the uniforms, can they, sir?
TONY: You on duty this morning?
BARK: Yes, sir.
TONY: Take the call about the attack on the beach?
BARK: Yes, sir. Call came in at 0932.
TONY: Get a name?
BARK: No, sir. But the voice was male, sounded real nervous. And when I started asking questions he just hung up.
TONY: Caller ID?
BARK: Yes, sir. But the call that came through this morning was blocked.
TONY: Well, it shouldn't be too hard for NCIS to trace that.
BARK: I'd write a letter, sir.

TONY: Come one, come on, McGee, you said you could do this.
MCGEE: I didn't say it was going to be easy.
TONY: Actually, that's exactly what you said, only on the phone you ended it with a sir.
MCGEE: Well, that's when I thought you were talking about going throughthe proper channels.
TONY: Proper channels ave too many bends.
MCGEE: Well, lucky for you Little Creek has its own central exchange, otherwise the proper channels would be our only option.
TONY: If I'm so lucky, then why haven't you given me the number yet?
MCGEE: The exchange handles all incoming calls to the base. Do you have any idea how many calls came in to Little Creek at 0932?
TONY: You know what my dad always said about excuses?
MCGEE: Yeah, they're like armpits, everybody has them and they all stink.
TONY: Actually, he used a different part of the anatomy, but you get the main idea. So. Whatever happened between you and Abby?
MCGEE: Our paths still cross on occasion.
TONY: Really. Guess the tat on the old caboose did the trick.
MCGEE: Among other things.
TONY: You don't say. You see any art on her caboose?
MCGEE: You're right, I don't say.
TONY: I'll take that as a no.
MCGEE: Ah, found it. See, the new SS7 data circuits, they block display of the number, but the calling party number message is still carried on the line.
TONY: I don't know what you just said, I don't care what you just said. Just gimme the number. Why's there an asterisk?
MCGEE: I'm...not sure. Sir?
TONY: That wasn't an "add a sir" look. That was a "you'd better find out why" look.
MCGEE: Oh. Sorry.
TONY: S'okay. Rookie mistake.

KATE: Eagan and his wife have been married for nine years, they met when they were stationed in San Diego.
GIBBS: Any kids?
KATE: No. Oh my God. It's their anniversary next week. Looks like the Navy was pretty good about stationing them at the same bases.
GIBBS: How long have they been in Little Creek?
KATE: Eagan was transferred here in March, and his wife...had to finish assignment in Panama City, Florida, and followed him four months later.
GIBBS: No matter how many times I do this, it never gets any easier.
KATE: We should have had Dinozzo handle this interview. Just kidding.
GIBBS: Lieutenant Eagan? NCIS.

GIBBS: I'm aware there's probably a better time to be doing all of this.
KATE: Where were you coming home from, Lieutenant?
LT EAGAN: Camp Lejeune, for the weekend. It was a human resources seminar. When I got home, the base commander and the chaplain were here, and I knew.
GIBBS: Whenwas the last time you spoke to your husband?
LT EAGAN: Last night.
GIBBS: What time?
LT EAGAN: I don't know.
GIBBS: Yeah, but if you could try to remember, it would -
LT EAGAN: I don't know!
GIBBS: Lieutenant. I know this is hard.
LT EAGAN: I'm sorry. Around ten, before I went to bed.
KATE: Did you know that he was going diving today?
LT EAGAN: But he went diving many times during the week. He was a SEAL. He was decorated.
GIBBS: Did he tell you what he was working on?
LT EAGAN: No, Tom was very strict about need to know. He didn't discuss his work with anyone, not even me.

DUCKY: Ah, would you do the honors, please, Gerald?
GERALD: Sure thing.
DUCKY: What?
GERALD: It moved.
DUCKY: I don't think so.
GERALD: It moved, doc.
DUCKY: Remind me to check our inventory of alcohol swab - well, he certainly was dead on the beach.

GIBBS: Whaddya think, Kate? Espionage?
KATE: A Navy specialist is murdered, and the classified device he has with him is missing. It looks that way.
GIBBS: Yeah.
KATE: Oh, my God.
TONY: Don't even, okay?
KATE: Did I say anything?
TONY: You were. You know you were.
KATE: Well, it's...it's a touch small, but...but other than that it's fine. And a bonus! No belt.
GIBBS: Dinozzo. The anonymous tip?
TONY: It came from a restricted phone. Area code 703.
KATE: Langley, Virginia.
GIBBS: CIA.
TONY: Mhm. Wow, huh?
GIBBS: Yeah.

KATE: It's okay. Got it, Tony. Don't you worry. Wouldn't wanna...disturb your lunch.
TONY: You got me thinking, Kate. Maybe I should...improve my diet.
KATE: When are you going to start?
TONY: What do you call this?
KATE: Ah, bad things masquerading as something good for you?
TONY: Heh. It's a nutrition bar. It says so on the label.
KATE: Yeah. Did you read the label, a little? Y'know the one with the ingredients, not just the big one with the pretty colors?
TONY: Oh, sarcasm is so not healthy, Kate.
KATE: Neither is that. Let's see, what've we got here. High fructose corn syrup - basically, sugar. Ah, high maltose corn syrup - another sugar. Sugar, sugar. Ah, fractionated palm kernel oil. That sounds yummy. And contains less than 2% natural flavor. That would make it 98% artificial flavor.
TONY: What're you saying?
ABBY: So I hear Eagan's computer is waiting to get up close and personal.
KATE: Be gentle. I'm sure Tony will be more than happy to lug this downstairs for you. He's feeling healthy today.
TONY: No problem.
ABBY: Thanks, Tony. Where's Gibbs?
KATE: With Director Morrow. He's trying to get a meeting with the CIA.
ABBY: Oohhh. Why?
KATE: That's where the anonymous phone call came from.
ABBY: Langley's, like, two hundred miles from Little Creek. That doesn't make any sense.
TONY: Especially considering Ducky established time of death was approximately nine-thirty, and the tip was phoned in at nine thirty-two.
ABBY: That's impossible.
GIBBS: It isn't if someone in the CIA was watching on a high def satellite.

ROVER: You're accusing the Agency of spying on a US naval station.
GIBBS: You have a better explanation?
ROVER: It didn't happen, Agent Gibbs.
GIBBS: I have a dead Lieutenant Commander, missing classified hardware, and a phone call that originated from this building right after the murder.
ROVER: I'm not denying we have the capability. But you know as well as I do that it would be a violation of CIA mandate to operate domestically.
GIBBS: Right. Well, you never do anything illegal. We have the same uncle writing our paychecks. We do what we do to get the job done.
ROVER: I appreciate the sentiment, Agent Gibbs.
GIBBS: I don't have the need to know to know why you have a satellite pointed at Little Creek. I have a murder to solve. I could use your help.
ROVER: There's nothing I can do to help you, Agent Gibbs. If you'll excuse me.

ABBY: You're on the air.
GIBBS: Hey, Abs.
ABBY: Gibbs! How'd we do with the moles?
GIBBS: Spooks, Abby. Spooks.
ABBY: I can never get that straight.
GIBBS: You still in touch with that old NASA boyfriend?
ABBY: He wasn't a boyfriend, he was a boy toy. And yes, we IM almost every day.
GIBBS: You do?
ABBY: Oh, yeah.
GIBBS: That's good, right?
ABBY: It's very good. Why?

ASHTON: Greetings from NASA, NCIS.
ABBY: Whoa, Ashton, that was so Star Trek.
ASHTON: Sorry I'm late. I had a cluster of frozen reactor coolant heading for the flight path of an Atlas liftoff, I had to delay the launch. They were not happy about it. I am, however, very happy to see you, Abby, and to help your NCIS crime fighting colleagues.
ABBY: Awww, you're the best, Ashton.
ASHTON: No, you are, Ab.
ABBY: Thank you.
ASHTON: We really should talk.
ABBY: We really should talk.
GIBBS: Special Agent Gibbs here.
ASHTON: Of course.
GIBBS: Appreciate your help. We're looking for sat activity, yesterday, about 0930 Eastern Standard.
ASHTON: Roger that. Geostationary?
ABBY: Asynchronous.
ASHTON: Multipositional?
ABBY: Very.
ASHTON: ??
ABBY: Think CIA.
ASHTON: Ah. KH12.
ABBY: Improved crystal.
ASHTON: Thermal infrared.
ABBY: It gets hot down here.
ASHTON: Target area.
ABBY: Virginia coast.
ASHTON: We have entry.
ABBY: Ah! You're so good, Ashton.
ASHTON: Ehhh.
GIBBS: Any idea what department it came from?
ASHTON: It's a pretty sophisticated blocking system on the KH12, I'm afraid that task is a bit more complicated. Ah, complicated, but not impossible. They overlook the same technology on the Milstar satellite relays, and...that particular satellite is controlled from Building 39C, office 409.
ABBY: Bravo, Ashton.

KATE: We're lucky Abby could get in the system and pull his name off the office number. There's not much on him.
GIBBS: The CIA's not big on bios.
KATE: Jeremy Worth, twenty-three. Current address 35B Maple, Georgetown. Graduated MIT at 20.
GIBBS: Impressed.
KATE: Been with the Agency six months, ah, working as a satellite analyst. That's all we got.
GIBBS: Why would they use somoene so green on such a covert assignment?
KATE: Too bad we don't have a photo.
GIBBS: Don't need one, he'll fit the profile.
KATE: I bet geeky, right?
GIBBS: Well yeah, Kate, something like that?
KATE: Have you ever seen Robert Redford in Three Days Over Condor?
GIBBS: Yes.
KATE: That's a geek I could get covert with.
GIBBS: Kate. I would not get my hopes up. Heh. Check it out.
KATE: Jeremy?
WORTH: Do I know you?
KATE: My name's Kate. Kate Todd. Can I talk to you?
WORTH: About what? What's NCIS?
KATE: Naval Criminal Investigative Service.
WORTH: I got nothing to talk to you about.
GIBBS: I'm Special Agent Gibbs. Same agency you haven't heard of before, only I don't take it personally anymore.
WORTH: I've got to go inside.
KATE: We know where you work, Jeremy. We suspect you're the one who called Little Creek about the stabbing. You need to tell us what you saw.
WORTH: I can't say anything.
GIBBS: Did Assistant Director Rover have a little...chat with you?
WORTH: He put me on administrative leave, I'm under investigation.
KATE: Rover didn't know.
GIBBS: No. You using the satellite without their knowledge? Why were you watching Lieutenant Commander Eagan?
WORTH: Who?
KATE: The naval officer who was murdered.
GIBBS: You play ball with me, I can square it with Rover.
WORTH: You can do that?
KATE: With the exception of finding a decent barber, Gibbs can do pretty much anything he says he can.
WORTH: I was watching - not watching - I wasn't watching the guy in the wetsuit, I was...watching something else, and happened to notice activity at the edge of the screen.
GIBBS: What kind of something else would this be?
WORTH: A...person.
GIBBS: Female person?
WORTH: Yeah.
GIBBS: Kind of a babe female person?
WORTH: Really hot. I stumbled across her by accident. She was polar tanning.
KATE: Nude winter sunbathing.
GIBBS: Must get cold.
WORTH: Uhhh...she was, sir.
KATE: And you think that's an appropriate use for a billion dollar satellite, Jeremy.
WORTH: I got a little off track with my priorities.
GIBBS: Well, that happens with hot babes sometimes. So, you didn't see what happened with Commander Eagan?
WORTH: When I tried to go close, the image pixellated. All I saw was him go down. Whoever it was ran off before I could adjust the picture.
GIBBS: And that's it.
WORTH: If I had access to the Agency's computer, I could show you exactly what I saw. All satellite transmissions are recorded on a hard drive at Langley.

ROVER: What the hell are you up to, Gibbs?
GIBBS: I want the recording of the satellite transmission.
ROVER: I don't know what you're talking about.
GIBBS: Well, let me put Mr. Worth on, he can explain it to you.
WORTH: Oh, no, no! No!
GIBBS: Your analyst was spying on a US naval base.
ROVER: You have Worth?
GIBBS: I'm not really sure which congressional oversight committee he's going to be spilling his guts to. I mean, there are so many to choose from, these days.
ROVER: How do we handle this?
GIBBS: We'll be there in fifteen minutes.

DUCKY: Well, Commander, based on the width, and the jagged lower edge of the entry wound, it appears you were stabbed with your own knife. The wound is consistent with the serrated titanium alloy beta type knife missing from your sheath. Let's see what we've got here. Hm. Seven inches. Well, Gerald, what have we learned from this?
GERALD: Seven inches...well, it was a deep thrust, most of the blade.
DUCKY: And?
GERALD: And...from the left to right angle. The assailant was most likely left-handed.
DUCKY: So, we've vastly limited the potential number of suspects. Only 9% of the world's population is left-handed. Interestingly, that percentage has remained the same since prehistoric times. Archaeologists have been able to determine this by examining cave paintings more than ten thousand years old.
GERALD: Don't you think we should notify Gibbs?
DUCKY: In due time. Curiously enough, the Yanomami tribe in the Amazon are 23% left-handed.

TONY: Find anything?
ABBY: Commander Eagan's files were password-protected. It took me a while to get in. What are you, getting in shape?
TONY: Yeah, you wanna feel how hard my forearm is? Lookit - lookit!
ABBY: No, thanks. Hey, Gibbs! You wanna feel Tony's forearm?
GIBBS: I'll pass. Copy of the CIA satellite transmission. Wanna see if you can enhance the image.
KATE: Find anything in Eagan's computer?
ABBY: He seemed hinky about the sonar device's reliability. His notes suggest the tests may have been altered.
TONY: Think Eagan was killed 'cause he was gonna blow the whistle on the project?
GIBBS: Maybe.
TONY: Oh-o. I like this part.

OVERMEYER: Do you think they'll find it?
TYLER: I don't know.

ABBY: This is the only time the assailant is on the screen. Now, watch what happens when I try to go in. The closer I get to the figure, the more the image distorts.
GIBBS: That's it?
ABBY: Sorry, Gibbs.
KATE: We can't make an ID out of that.
TONY: Maybe we can find the polar chick.
KATE: Tony's right - the beach is on a naval base, it's a restricted area. Odds are she works at Little Creek.
TONY: Want me to handle it, boss?
KATE: Why am I not surprised? Want me to handle it? At least I won't drool.
GIBBS: No. No, Dinozzo took a wave for the team.
TONY: Thanks, boss. Mmm, look at the muscle tone, would you? The definition on those abs? The lady definitely works out a lot.
ABBY: Maybe at the base gym.
TONY: Ah, that makes sense.
KATE: Don't hurt yourself. There's gonna be a lot of dangerous equipment you're not familiar with.
TONY: That's cute, Kate. Print me a copy, Abs?
GIBBS: Face only, Abby. Kate, you stay with her. Go over everything in Eagan's file, find out what you can about this device.
DUCKY: Oh, Jethro! Jethro, while I was examining our victim, I was telling Gerald about the Yanomami tribe. He found it fascinating.
GIBBS: This would affect our case somehow?
DUCKY: Of course. They were 23% left-handed. Lieutenant Commander Eagan's killer was left-handed.
GIBBS: Anything else?
DUCKY: Well, he never made it into the ocean. That good fortune allowed me to find traces of someone else's DNA on his body. The DNA of a female.
GIBBS: That mean what I think it means, Duck?

GIBBS: Lieutenant Eagan. If this is a bad time...
LT EAGAN: Ah, I have to meet with the funeral director.
GIBBS: I have a few questions. Or I could come back.
LT EAGAN: Ah, no, this is fine.
GIBBS: Did your husband have doubts about the project he was working on?
LT EAGAN: I don't know. He was pretty distant recently.
GIBBS: Anything else bothering him?
LT EAGAN: Not that I know of. He hated paying bills. Always gave him a stomach ache.
GIBBS: Do you know much about the people at SideScan?
LT EAGAN: Met them at a Christmas party, and a couple of other times. He kept it pretty separate.
GIBBS: Because of the confidential nature of the project.
LT EAGAN: I guess.
GIBBS: He spent a lot of time at work, didn't he?
LT EAGAN: Not in the beginning.
GIBBS: But that changed?
LT EAGAN: Ah, in the last few months. He always said all he wanted was a simple pine box. But I can't do that.
GIBBS: I think...that he'll be good with whatever you pick out, Lieutenant.

RANDOM NAVY WOMAN: Yeah?
TONY: Hey. Sorry. I thought you were someone else. Look - you weren't subathing nude on the beach yesterday, were you?
RANDOM NAVY WOMAN: Hmph. Nice try.
TONY: Didn't think so. Oh. Hey there. How you doing.
PHYSICAL TRAINER: The gym's for base personnel only.
TONY: Well, I wasn't really planning on working out.
PHYSICAL TRAINER: Obviously.
TONY: Maybe you can help me. Seen her?
PHYSICAL TRAINER: Not very clear.
TONY: It's a really long lens.
PHYSICAL TRAINER: Could be Gina.
TONY: Gina.
PHYSICAL TRAINER: Petty Officer Second. Comes in here every day 'bout noon.

TYLER: You haven't found it.
GIBBS: Not yet.
TYLER: You met me here to get me away from Overmeyer.
GIBBS: Eh. I've got questions.
TYLER: All right.
GIBBS: What was Commander Eagan supposed to be doing that morning?
TYLER: Underwater test the device.
GIBBS: Meaning?
TYLER: We seeded the ocean floor with targets.
GIBBS: Dummy bombs?
TYLER: He was going out to locate them.
GIBBS: He had reservations about the project, didn't he?
TYLER: Not that I know of. Is something wrong, Agent Gibbs?
GIBBS: I dunno. Just, sometimes you think you have a bead on someone, it turns out bogus. It's upsetting.
TYLER: The point is?
GIBBS: I didn't take you for a party line type, Commander.
TYLER: Commander Eagan wasn't sure the range was as good as promised.
GIBBS: What if Commander Eagan's test turned up negative?
TYLER: The Navy wouldn't pick up SideScan's contract.
GIBBS: And Overmeyer?
TYLER: He'd lose a fortune.
GIBBS: I'm gonna press my luck here.
TYLER: Okay...
GIBBS: What if the prototype isn't found?
TYLER: SideScan will probably be granted an extension, which would buy time to correct any problems...but there aren't any serious flaws, Agent Gibbs.
GIBBS: Would you submit to a voluntary DNA swab? I'd like to eliminate you as Lieutenant Commander Eagan's lover.
TYLER: There wouldn't be much point. Tom and I had been seeing each other for months. Anything else you want to press?
GIBBS: No.
TYLER: I gotta get back.

TONY: Gina.
GINA: Yes?
TONY: Anthony Dinozzo. NCIS.
GINA: What d'you want?
TONY: Ah. I just wanna ask you a few questions.
GINA: I'm busy.
TONY: Were you sunbathing yesterday on the base beach?
GINA: Wait, wait. You were watching me?
TONY: No...
GINA: Then how'd you know I was there?
TONY: I'm not at liberty to discuss the actual surveillance activity.
GINA: Please leave me alone.
TONY: Let me get my ID. I can appreciate how it must have looked.
GINA: Okay...Tony.

KATE: I still can't believe Lauren Tyler admitted to having an affair with Eagan.
GIBBS: Well, she's smart. When I asked her for a DNA sample she knew I had her. Always better to volunteer information than cover it up.
OVERMEYER: What are you people doing?
GIBBS: Seizing your files.
KATE: It's part of our investigation into Commander Eagan's death.
OVERMEYER: You think he was killed for the prototype?
GIBBS: I think he had concerns about performance.
OVERMEYER: Well, you're wrong.
GIBBS: I try so hard not to be wrong, don't I, Kate?
KATE: You're very conscientious in that regard, Gibbs.
OVERMEYER: All right, we might have had a glitch or two, but nothing that wouldn't have been corrected before production.
GIBBS: See, you I did figure for the party line type.
OVERMEYER: What's that supposed to mean?
GIBBS: Why was there only one prototype made?
OVERMEYER: I funded all the R&D personally. I don't have pockets that deep. This is just devastating.
GIBBS: But it also buys you time.
OVERMEYER: Oh, you're insinuating I had something to do with Tom Eagan's death?
GIBBS: I try so hard not to insinuate, don't I, Kate?
KATE: You rarely insinuate, Gibbs.
GIBBS: Eh. All I'm doing now is taking your records.
OVERMEYER: I'm calling my legal cousel.
GIBBS: I would be that he would insinuate plenty. Here. Sign this.
OVERMEYER: What's that for?
GIBBS: It's a receipt for you files. All of your files.

KATE: We know the killer's left-handed. Jonathon Overmeyer's left-handed. What about Commander Tyler?
GIBBS: She wears he watch on her left hand like most right-handed people do. Service file will verify.
KATE: They could be in it together.
GIBBS: They could. Gibbs.
TONY: Found her boss.
GIBBS: Dinozzo found our polar bear.

GIBBS: You were on the beach yesterday?
GINA: Yes, sir. I know it's against regs to sunbathe naked, but I never thought I'd be caught in winter...I...I don't know what came over me. Just really hate tan lines. Don't you?
GIBBS: Sometimes I lay awake at night thinkin' about that. You see anyone else there?
GINA: Well, that's why I left. I heard a vehicle, saw this guy coming up in a wetsuit. I covered up and left.
KATE: Was he alone?
GINA: I thought so at first. But when I was walking back to my car I heard voices and glanced back. He was arguing with someone else.
GIBBS: Can you describe him?
GINA: Her. All I can tell you is that she was military.

KATE: We know the killer was left-handed, which eliminates Commander Tyler, whose service file confirms she's a righty.
TONY: We know the killer's a woman, unless Overmeyer went Norman Bates on the guy. Actually, when you think about it, the MOs match.
GIBBS: Dinozzo...
KATE: What'd you do?
TONY: So basically we eliminated our two best suspects. Neither's a left-handed woman in the military.
GIBBS: Appears so, yeah.
KATE: Damn, and they were good suspects.
GIBBS: Well, maybe too good.
KATE: What do you mean?
GIBBS: We got carried away with the missing prototype. Espionage and whistle-blowing is a lot more intriguing than...
TONY: ...someone who's just really pissed off.
KATE: Eagan's wife?
TONY: Her husband was diving on someone else's reef. Dipping the fin in the company pool. Pinging the wrong pong.
KATE: Eagan's wife didn't get back from the seminar until after the murder.
GIBBS: That's what she said.
KATE: She's a military officer.
GIBBS: Yeah, she is, and she plays golf. Left-handed.
KATE: W-w-wait. You could see that the clubs were left-handed with just a passing glance?
GIBBS: My second wife played golf left-handed.
KATE: So?
TONY: When someone tries to split your skull open with a seven iron, it's not a club you soon forget.
GIBBS: There was an edge in Lieutenant Eagan's voice when she said that things had changed in the last few months.
TONY: Think she knew he was cheating on her?
KATE: Wait, just because she golfs left-handed doesn't mean she actually is left-handed. I golf left-handed, but I bat and I throw right-handed.
TONY: So you go both ways.
KATE: All I'm saying is, we don't actually have anything on her. We don't even know if she knew that her husband was having an affair.
GIBBS: True.
KATE: So it's just a hunch.
TONY: Yep.
KATE: There's no proof.
GIBBS: Nope.

LT EAGAN: Hello.
GIBBS: Lieutenant Eagan.
LT EAGAN: Please, ah, come on in.
GIBBS: Thank you. We have a dilemna to share with you.
LT EAGAN: Dilemna? What's the problem?
GIBBS: We think that your husband was killed because he was about to expose flaws in the SideScan prototype he was developing.
LT EAGAN: I see.
KATE: But we can't prove it.
GIBBS: There was only one prototype made, and that was taken from the crime scene.
KATE: We've conducted a search, but so far no luck. We have to have it to have a chance of buildinig a case against the suspect.
LT EAGAN: You have a suspect?
KATE: A witness saw a woman arguing with your husband on the beach just before he was stabbed.
GIBBS: We think it was his commanding officer - Lauren Tyler.
KATE: There's no easy way to ask this, but...did you know your husband was having an affair with her?
LT EAGAN: He was having an affair?
KATE: It looks that way.
GIBBS: Can you confirm our suspicion that your husband was having doubts about this project?
LT EAGAN: I'm afraid not, he never mentioned it.
GIBBS: Okay. Thank you for your time. Sorry to have to drag you through this,
LT EAGAN: What do you think happened to him, why was he killed?
GIBBS: We think that he told Commander Tyler, and that when they both confronted Jonathon Overmeyer, he offered them money to keep them silent.
LT EAGAN: And Tom refused.
KATE: Yes.
LT EAGAN: He would never take money.
KATE: But Tyler went along. We believe they killed him, and had to hide the prototype fast.
GIBBS: We need to find it. If we don't, we don't have much of a case. It's the only conclusive proof we have of defects.

KATE: You think she'll take the bait?
GIBBS: Well, pretty hard to pass up getting away with murder and framing your husband's lover.
KATE: Well, if she's guilty, she's a pretty good actress.
GIBBS: Eh, you weren't bad yourself, kid.
KATE: Ugh, made me feel creepy.
GIBBS: Why? You still don't believe she knew about her husband's affair?
KATE: The wife's always the last one to know, Gibbs.
GIBBS: Don't believe it.
KATE: I hope you're right. Otherwise we were pretty cold to a woman who just lost her husband.
GIBBS: Well, let's find out.
ABBY: Hello.
GIBBS: Abs?
ABBY: Yeah?
GIBBS: Call your boy.

ABBY: So how long do you get to use the bird?
ASHTON: Ah, don't worry, Abs, I'm borrowing it from GeneX Corp and they owe me big time. It's asynchronous, multipositional, and has thermal infrared. It's perfect for your purpose.
ABBY: And they just let you have it?
ASHTON: Technically it's down for maintenance.

ASHTON: Are you going to the lecture next week on apogee deterioration of the Amstat 511?
ABBY: Noooo. Been there, done that.
ASHTON: We have movement.

ABBY: Gibbs, she's on the move. I'll redirect the satellite to you.

ABBY: Are you getting this?
TONY: Yep, let's roll.
GIBBS: Hang on. Let's get some separation.

ABBY: She's leaving the base. She's turning onto...highway 264, going south.
GIBBS: Okay, Lieutenant. Let's see where you're going.

TONY: Ah. I hope she's not just popping out for a Big Mac.

ABBY: Where are you guys?

GIBBS: Just hanging back, a mile behind her.

TONY: You know, we really should have our own satellite for surveillance.
GIBBS: Yeah, okay, Tony, I'll take that up with the Director. Three hours of satellite time equals your yearly salary.

ABBY: She's turning...

KATE: We see it.
GIBBS: Abby?

ABBY: I think Houston has a problem. Ash, what's goin' on?
ASHTON: Lost the signal. Gimme a second. The low-gain antenna's been intermittent...that's why it's offline for maintenance.

TONY: We're losing her.

ABBY: You're the man, Ash.

GIBBS: Ash is the man if he gets our target back.

ASHTON: I'm looking for it.

TONY: Take that right there.
GIBBS: We've gotta take it, she did.
KATE: Then what, Abby?

ASHTON: All right, I think that's it.
ABBY: You think?

KATE: It better be.

GIBBS: You need a hand?

GIBBS: You're late.
TONY: Sorry. I was at the dry cleaner's.
GIBBS: So?
TONY: It was work-related.
KATE: Your phone has been ringing off the hook. It's driving him crazy.
TONY: Well, she is driving me crazy.
KATE: She?
TONY: Apparently Ms. "I don't like tan lines" has found something she does like. Me.
KATE: Ahhh. And why is that a problem?
TONY: Well, let's just say that she's a lot more appealing from a distance. A geosynchronous distance.
KATE: She didn't look so bad to me.
TONY: It's not that, it's just...she's not my type.
GIBBS: Heh. Really. Female hard body that likes to take her clothes off is not your type?
TONY: I guess not.
KATE: Well, why don't you just tell her that, then?
TONY: I am.
KATE: By not answering her calls?
TONY: She'll get the message.
KATE: Apparently not.
GIBBS: Well, she better get the message soon, or you're gonna be gettin' one on the pink slip.
TONY: You can't fire me for something I have no control over!
KATE: Talk to her.
TONY: She'll get the message!
KATE: You know, I bet this is why your second wife came after you with a nine iron, isn't it. You just refused to sit down and...talk things through.
GIBBS: Actually, that wasn't it at all.
KATE: Oh? So what was it, then?
GIBBS: A seven iron.