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NCIS
Season 01 Episode 23

"Reveille"
== resynced by Brach_Movic aka GilangPC ==

Wake him up.

I don't know.
Maybe he needs the rest.

He's not resting.
Look at him.

His eyeballs are disco
dancing under those lids.

Disco dancing,
Is that bad?

It's Gibbs.
It never left.

McGee should have.

Hours ago.

Norfolk office opens in...

24 minutes.

It's a 193 mile drive.

I, I was gonna call in.

Yeah?

And tell them what, McGee?

Well, uh, that you needed me
to work here today.

Why do I need you here?

Well, because I, I have an idea on
how to speed up the search for him.

I'm listening.

Ooh, Gibbs.

I dig them.

Tell DiNozzo.

The database you're scanning
has over ten million photos.

It'll take a month
to check them all.

Is your idea to depress me, McGee?

No, no, no, no.
If we found out his precise age,

then we could limit the search
to the year he turned 21.

73% of U.K. graduates are 21.

And scanning that year would cut
down the search to a couple of days.

It's a good idea, huh?

Oh, yeah, yeah.
It's a hell of a good idea.

Just one problem.

How we going to find his age,

when we don't know
who the hell he is!

Would you be less grumpy
if you slept in a bed?

- No, I would not!
- I didn't think so.

The FBI has a software program

they use on photos of children
that have been missing for years

to show what they'd look like today.

I know what that ass
looks like today, McGee.

I, I know you do, Boss.

But to create that program,
the FBI needed age-specific criteria.

So McGee spent half the night
using their criteria

to develop a program that can tell
a person's age from a photo.

I used the FBI algorithms
for cardioidal strain,

pore size, wrinkles, adipose tissue

and length of the nose and ears.

Which keep getting longer
the older you get,

whether or not you wear earrings,
so you might as well wear them.

This you can do?

I just need a couple of hours
to put on your hard drive.

All right, that's worth a hall pass.
I'll call Norfolk.

He stay at your place?
Yep.

You sleep in the coffin, McGee?

Coffin?

You said that it was a boxed sofa bed.

Well, it is. sort of.

That's why you wouldn't
turn the lights on.

Oh. I can't believe I slept in a coffin.

Not just slept.

Hi.
Hey.

Okay.

You're on, baby!

You're on!

Steps.
I'll get her on the steps.

Women can't run steps.

One of those is Marine One.

Flies the president.

Ja?

Ja.

German?

Swedish.

Even better.

You speak any english?

Ja.

Ciao.

Ciao?

That's funny.

Okay.

I got to get in shape.

Mr. Prime minister,
Welcome to White house.

What do you think about
what Sharon is doing?

Assassinating Hamas leaders
or pulling settlements out of Gaza?

Either.

I'm just trying to start a conversation.

John. AG department.

Kate. NCIS.

Hi. Really?

Yes. Why?

I've never seen you.
I'm at NCIS twice a month.

You are?
Yeah, I specialize in actuarial analyses.

Hail and storm dame.

What NCIS do you think I'm with?

National Crop Insurance Service.

That's us.

Oh, yeah, she's a whiz on how corn
losses affect pork belly futures. Excuse me.

My Boss.
Oh.

- A weird sense of humor.
- Yeah, I...

"how corn losses affect
pork belly futures"?

Rule number seven.

Always be specific when you lie.

Why are you bringing me coffee from
your caffeine dealer two blocks away?

And don't use rule seven.

You want that or not?

I take my coffee with
milk and sweetener.

Taste it.

Little strong.

Strong's better.

Gibbs, you're making me nervous.

Scary scenarios are popping
into my head,

like you're here to fire me

or to tell me that I'm going
undercover as DiNozzo's wife.

I want you to profile a terrorist.

What terrorist?

The one you couldn't stab.

Ducky tell you that?

It's true.

Why?

His eyes.

I was looking into his eyes,
and they looked kind.

They look kind when he blew
out Gerald's shoulder?

You asked me why I couldn't
stab him, and I told you.

Contrary to conventional
wisdom, Kate,

Eyes can lie.

You meet him again,
don't forget that.

I won't.

I won't.

Profile him.

He's not an Islamic fanatic.

Never used their rhetoric.

No mention of jihad, Allah, infidels.

Whatever drives him,
it isn't martyrdom.

Revenge?

Could be.

Maybe money.

A Hamas terrorist...

in it for the money?

Well, he's not in it for the 70 virgins.

He'd have no trouble
attracting women.

Don't go there.

Why money?

I just get the feeling
that he lives large.

He was well groomed. Manicured
nails, perfect teeth.

Salon style hair.

Gibbs, what is it with your hair?

What's wrong with my hair?

Nothing, nothing.
Your hair is...

- you.
- Yeah. Thank you.

What else?

He's intelligent, bold,

willing to take big risks.

Why?

Why not?

Why did he give me
a chance to kill him?

He had a flak vest.

Knew you'd double tap him
in the chest.

What if I shot him in the head?

It's a risk he had to take
to make his escape plan work.

No, he did not.

He could have killed me
in cold blood.

HRT comes in.

He throws a flash bang.

Either way, he escapes.
It's the same.

You're right.

Why'd he give you a shot at him?

He needs to face death to feel alive.

Maybe to feel anything.

Nice bike, Mr. Craig.

It's a motorcycle.

A bike is something one pedals.

Smoky Sam.

Quad launcher. Four missiles.

Maximum altitude?

1,400 feet.

We dogfight well above that.

Unless you're flying ultralights,
Smoky Sam can't hurt you.

It's just phenolic paper
and styrofoam.

Wannabe aces must pay good money
to pretend to dogfight.

They don't pretend.

We fly aerobatic aircraft
armed with laser guns.

Smoke emitters. Combat
sounds in their headsets.

It is very real.

Except we don't permit dying.

How about piss in their pants?

Smoky Sam looks awful real
coming up at you.

Navy uses them at Top Gun.

- It's all set, Marv.
- Thanks, Matt.

Want to launch it?

Why not?

Good morning, Kate.

That grin can only mean one thing.

And what is that?

You're in love. Again.

You are so right.

- What's this one's name?
- She's swedish.

You don't know her name.

How can you be in love
with someone and not...

I forgot, it's you
we're talking about.

You have mail.

Let me see who misses me, today.

Tiffany. Crystal.

Fanny.

The girls down on the farm.

You hacked into my computer?

No.

Ever since you used mine,
all I get is porn spam.

Like you never opened
an x-rated site.

Never.

You know, that's sad.

Why?

'Cause I believe you.

Where's the Boss?

MTAC.

Talking to Bahrain.

Tony.

I'm worried about him.

Gibbs? That's like worrying
about Jim Bowie in a knife fight.

Bowie was killed at the Alamo.

I know, I saw the movie.

Tony, he's fixated on that terrorist.

Not fixated, determined.

Like Tommy Lee Jones in The Fugitive,

like The Duke in The Searchers,

Mel Gibson in Payback.

- You ever read a book?
- Kate,

"determined" is good in a cop.

No one. It turns into obsession.

Gibbs surprised me
at D.C. Beans this morning.

He bought me coffee and then
he probed me about that terrorist

like it happened yesterday,
not months ago.

Wow, that is serious.
He's never bought me coffee.

- Tony...
- Kate...

Gibbs is like a dog.

He'll gnaw at an old bone
till you throw him a steak.

When he's done with the steak,

he goes back to the old bone.

And the terrorist is Gibbs's old bone.

Let's hope he doesn't choke on it.

Damn it, Daniel.

Mossad is lying to you.

This bastard is too good
not to be on their radar.

They swear they have nothing.

Not even a Hamas code name.

The Israelis tracked down
Sheik Yassin

and Rantisi in the heart of Gaza.

You cannot tell me that they
do not know who this guy is.

Gibbs, I can only tell you
what they tell me.

Any chance he's not Hamas?

What if he's someone
freelance brought in

to clean up their little creek debacle?

Hamas is like the mafia.

They'd never trust anyone
outside the family.

Then Mossad has to have
a dossier on him.

If they're holding out, it could
be to take him out themselves.

He's not in the Middle East.

He's here.

Where'd you get that intel?

My gut.

Thank you.

That was president Bush leaving...

The marines are window dressing.

Only the two Secret Service
Agents on Marine One are armed.

Marine One with Bush and Sharon
will depart the white house at 7:00 P.M.

It will meet two identical marine helos
at the washington memorial.

All three sea kings will then
fly to the Potomac

and follow it north toward Maryland,

switching positions now and then

to conceal which of them
is Marine One.

The flight path to bear island
is always the same.

After that, they can fly a
number of routes to Camp david.

Simi and Abdul will take
the zodiac to bear island

and set up Smoky Sam in these
woods on the south end.

I have picked you
for this vital mission

because every rock you threw
as boys at Israeli tanks has missed.

And that is good.

We want to miss.

They can't realize these are
training missiles.

They must think they've been fired at
by shoulder-launched rockets.

That scenario requires all of them

to execute an immediate
emergency landing.

Bassam.

This field is the only area within miles
where they can land as a unit.

When they do...

we hit them.

We disable Marine One's
tail rotor with a rifle grenade

and destroy the other
two helos with the RPGs

and capture the butchers,
Bush and Sharon

to exchange for our imprisoned
brothers in Israel.

And...

how do you know
which is Marine One?

A bird is going to tell me.

Okay. Now make him older
than mummy dust.

Aw, that's so cool!

Okay. Now like a young guy
on his first date.

He wasn't a late bloomer
like you, McGee.

Aw! He's so cute!

You think so?

Oh, well, not cuter than you.

- Abs, I'm trying to work.
- Oh, sorry.

No, I like it. It's just, uh,
I can't concentrate.

Okay. What if I watch
from way over here?

Ooh!

- What are you doing?
- Nothing.

Then do nothing at your desk!

- Gibbs, this is my lab.
- Desk! Now!

And turn off the damn noise!

- You got his age, McGee?
- Um...

- why, I just got the...
- Yes or no?

No.

But if you give me a minute,
I will, I think.

You think?

No. Definitely I will.

Better?

That makes him 21 in 1990.

You keep scanning.

- You got it, Boss.
- And McGee,

you don't get
a hit in three days,

I'm gonna think this was
a ploy to play house.

Gibbs was like this just
before his last divorce.

We can't divorce him, Ducky.

Hmm-hmm, you wouldn't
want to, my dear,

- no matter how gruff he becomes.
- Yeah.

Yeah, maybe he'll take
his frustrations out

on that mysterious
redhead instead of us.

Must you talk with your mouth full?

No.

Who was Gibbs chasing when
he divorced his last wife?

Had to be a redhead.

You're not Gibbs!

You do that again, you're going
to be wearing that tuna salad.

He was after a child murderer.

Victim was five.

Pretty little thing.

A deviate had sexually abused her
and then beaten her to death.

Ugh! Stuff like that makes me sick.

Did Gibbs catch him?

Oh, yes, but it took nearly a year.

By then a second girl had been murdered.

Gibbs was a bit difficult to
live with for a while after that.

- It's her.
- Who?

Love of my life.

Oh. Huh!

Wha... when is he
gonna grow up, Ducky?

It's in the genes, my dear.

In Italy, most boys Tony's age
are still living with mama.

Oh, gosh!

Mm.

Got to head out, got a Gitmo
conference in 20 minutes.

It was Tony's turn to buy.

- I'll take care of it.
- No, no.

My treat.

No. That's not right.

Go, Kate. It's been
a long, pale winter.

I need some sun before returning
to my human jigsaw puzzle.

You don't want to go there.

You're right.

Thanks for lunch, Ducky.

You're quite welcome.

Federal Agent!

Follow that motorcycle!

- Anything?
- Not yet.

Thought I had a hit,
but there weren't enough points.

Well, you trace it anyway, McGee!

I, I did. It's a biology
teacher in Manchester.

I spoke to him. Sorry.

Stop apologizing.
It's a sign of weakness.

Sorry. Right.

Where's Kate and Tony?

Went to lunch with Ducky.

- When?
- Uh, about an hour or so ago.

I want "or so" in minutes, McGee.

Maybe, maybe 50.

Well, they could be following a lead.

Is that what you think

they're doing, Agent McGee?

No. I don't.

No.

This reminds me of a butcher
I met in china.

He murdered someone and
chopped up the body?

No, no.

Claimed his toe could
predict earthquakes.

Said it tingled for hours before
a quake struck anywhere in the world.

Left foot.

Yes, when I assured him that

many seismic events occur daily
all around the globe,

he became very excited.

Said that explained why
his big toe always tingled.

Didn't you point out the fallacy
of his logic, doctor?

Oh, no, no, no.

He was so happy.
I hadn't the heart.

Are you making this up,
doctor Mallard?

Good grief, no.

When one spends one's career
traveling around the globe,

one has an unlimited supply
of mysterious and intriguing tales.

Distal phalange.
Right foot, I believe.

- You're quite rare, Mr. Palmer.
- I am?

Yes. Most new assistants
would take one

look at this lot and head for the loo.

It's just a meat jigsaw puzzle.

- Ducky!
- Ah, Gibbs.

Look what Special Agent
Balboa found for me.

Just when I think nothing will
surprise me...

it's pretty amazing, isn't it?

One has to admire the skill
despite the depravity.

Where'd Balboa find it?

This poor fellow was found
in a 55-gallon drum of alcohol

beside a dumpster
at Bethesda naval hospital.

He'd been dissected by a sadist
with a knowledge of anatomy...

Right ventricle, left atria.

You haven't done an autopsy.

Oh, Gibbs, I am so sorry.

I should have realized.

It would have narrowed your search

for that bastard who put the bullet
into Gerald's shoulder.

It only just came to me.

What came to you, Ducky?

That bugger knew anatomy!

I even asked him if he was a doctor.

He didn't reply but I'll wager

he went to medical school in Britain!

That wouldn't be hard to find out.
Thanks, Duck.

You're more than welcome.

I'm just furious that I didn't
think of it sooner.

Ducky, Kate and Tony come back
from lunch with you?

No. Tony went off
on one of his usual pursuits

and Kate had to video conference
with gitmo.

Ah. Right big toe.

We have a right big toe, doctor.

I already gave you a left big toe.

I know, Sir.

Then how can we have...?

Oh, my.

McGee! Sit down!

How long's medical school in the U.K.?

Four years.

Redirect your search.

Medical postgraduates, '94.

- He's a doctor?
- Ducky thinks so.

I'll be in MTAC.

If DiNozzo comes back,
put him under house arrest.

Me?

Today I'm pleased to
welcome prime minister

Ariel Sharon back to the white house.

I think you said this is
our eighth meeting.

Where's Gitmo?

Standing by, Sir. I'll shift
her to the main screen.

- No, I'll take it on the headset right here.
- Yes, Sir.

Agent Cassidy.

Hello, Agent Gibbs.

Where's Agent Todd?

She's not here.

Why'd she ask for a video conference?

She wanted to discuss the Hamas
little creek lead I gave a while back.

You couldn't do that on the phone?

She wanted face-to-face.

Anything else?

Nope.

Hey, Tony.

I'll get back to you later, Agent Cassidy.

I'm standing by.

Hey, Boss.

Uh, McGee said you wanted to see me.

Actually, he said I was
under house arrest,

but I figured that was just
your way of making a point.

Do I have to tell you the name of
the creek you're up without a paddle

or how deep it is?

Up to my knees?

Ah. So you're familiar with this creek.

Boss, I'm sorry I took a long lunch,
but I'm not working a hot case...

what's a hot case to you, DiNozzo?

Shadowing a tight ass?

- That's not fair, Boss.
- War is not fair,

and we are at war.

Until I relieve you, which may
be any moment now,

you will fight that war 24/7!

That includes sleeping,
eating, taking a crap!

- You got it?
- I got it. May I say something?

Only if it has to do with me
catching that bastard I'm chasing.

It does.

Then speak.

Boss, you really need to see
Moby dick.

Simi.

It's on the left side on the belt!

Who's Gibbs?

Who is Gibbs?

My boyfriend.

He calls me when
he leaves the office.

Where does he work?

Iraq.

Caitlin, did you miss me?

I apologize for Bassam's actions.

At least he didn't blow my
shoulder out with a nine mil.

Bassam, undo her cuffs.

How is Gerald?

Still in rehab.

Asks every day if you're dead yet.

satisfied?

No.

He smacked me twice.

Being slapped by a woman
is twice the insult to Bassam.

Really?

What about being shot by one?

Why did Bassam strike her?

She would not tell
who was calling her cell.

Oh, Gibbs called you.

I better call him back.

Tell him where I am.

He is my Boss.

Of course.

But first some ice for your lip.

Then you may call him.

Heard from Kate?

No.

I tried her home. Not there.

Gonna give her a paddle?
Huh?

It has to do with a creek
Kate and I are up.

You told me I could call Gibbs.

On one condition.

Surprise, surprise.

And what am I to say?

You became quite ill after lunch.

You went to emergency,

where it was diagnosed
as food poisoning.

They pumped out your stomach,
gave you an IV and sent you home.

You'll be fine tomorrow.

You just need some sleep.

And if I don't say that?

Marta?

Tell our guest how you plan
to entertain Agent DiNozzo tonight.

I will put a bullet

in the back of his head

as I run my fingers through his hair.

Tony's right.

Never eat oysters in a month
without an "R."

I'll be fine by tomorrow.

She okay?

Food poisoning.

Food poisoning?

I need coffee.

What's wrong, other than
not catching the Hamas guy?

The Hamas guy!

The terrorist!

The bastard!

The ass!

We call him everything
but his name, DiNozzo.

- And do you know why?
- Because we don't know his name?

Because you're not working
a hot case.

I want his name!

I want it today!

And don't tell me it's Moby dick!

Wow!

Kate's right.
I think Gibbs is losing it.

You don't think he really
meant today, do you?

I got this slamming girl that I'm
supposed to take out tonight.

- She's swedish.
- Uh, uh...

- Has this sweet accent.
- Tony...

Every swedish girl I've ever
known has always let me...

Tony!

What?

It's a very nice chardonnay, Caitlin.

And almost perfectly chilled.

I wish you'd taste it.

Let her taste it.

I don't drink.

That's right.

Muslims don't use alcohol.

Well, not at home.

Perhaps if you thought of this
as a weekend house party,

with you as the honored guest.

And you the charming host?

Oh, many women find me charming.

You must pay them well.

We're leaving.

Do you know?

Do you know what?

It's why I'm here, isn't it?

Where is the pea?

You tell me where the pea is, caitlin,

and I will answer your question.

Lucky guess.

Was it, Caitlin?

No. Now answer my question.

Once more.

To satisfy Marta that
it wasn't luck.

I told you, Marta.

Do you detect slight
differences in the shells?

Why am I here?

To teach me this trick.

I am quite serious.

Amazing.

How did they teach you
to be so observant?

Who?

The Secret Service.

The president is flying to
Camp David with Sharon today.

I saw those missiles.

You want to know which helo
is Marine One to shoot it down.

Those tiny missiles are
mere training aids.

In any case, I have no intention
of shooting down Marine One.

You are a lying bastard.

Sorry.

Unfortunately...
half of that is true.

His name is Ari Haswari.

He graduated from Edinburgh
Medical College in '94.

Good lord!
So did I...

a few decades earlier, of course.

Of course.

Extraordinary.

I wonder if the college
should be informed?

Want to name him an honored alumni?

Oh, very amusing, Tony.

But not when we have such
notables as lord lister

Dr. Peter Mark Roget
and Sir author Conan Doyle.

You have some famous alumni,
Ducky.

Oh, We should.

The medical college is over
400 years old.

It traces its origins back
to 17th century barber surgeons

- who did blood-letting and...
- I'll be doing some blood-letting

- if this huddle isn't work-related.
- We got him.

Dr. Ari Haswari.

He's a graduate of my old
medical school in Edinburgh.

That's great work, McGee.
What's with his name?

Ari is Israeli.
Haswari is arab.

Maybe his folks were working on
some sort of Middle East peace plan.

McGee, find someone who
knew him at Edinburgh.

Already did, Boss.

I spoke to a Dr. Martin Sedwick,
Pickford Mews, London.

He and Ari were post-graduate
research assistants

at the Edinburgh Centre For
Infectious Diseases.

That's why Hamas chose him
to recover the smallpox virus.

Dr. Sedwick said,

"He was quite brilliant, always with
beautiful women

and only answered to Haswari."

Never Ari.

I think I know why.

His father was
Dr. Benjamin Weinstein.

His mother Dr. Hosmiya Haswari.

They worked in Jerusalem
hospital and never married.

Ooh.

Haswari doesn't like his Jewish daddy.

He call him Ari.

Ari worked with his mother
in a Gaza strip clinic

until she died four years ago.

So he went from doctor to terrorist?

Rantisi was a doctor.

So was Che Guevara.

Jack the Ripper was a surgeon.

He was never caught.

That's only a supposition.

- There's a very interesting theory...
- Tony, let's go.

McGee, give me a GPS search
on Kate's cell phone.

It's off now. If it comes
on I want coordinates.

Kate's at home, Boss.

She doesn't answer her phone.

I don't think she ate
bad oysters for lunch.

She had a tuna salad.

- Tony, that bastard's got her.
- Boss...

He's got her!

There is no way to tell them apart.

And if there was, I wouldn't tell you.

Even if it meant your life?

You willing to die for what you believe?

We Hamas prove that every day.

No. Your children do.

Marta, give me her gun.

We're wasting time.

The gun, Marta. please.

If killing is to be done,
I will do it.

I believe you, Caitlin.

Relax and have a glass of wine.

- I don't like to drink alone.
- Haswari!

Caitlin is telling the truth.

There is no way to identify
Marine One from the others.

You told me there was.

I lied.

Women should never get
involved in politics.

It's a waste of beauty.

Call your old friends
at the Secret Service.

I will tell them all they need to know.

Take it.

My Hamas are well trained.

They will kill or capture
your president and mine.

Your president?

I am Israeli.

Mossad.

A shoot-out today in Great Falls
National Park

between FBI Agents and
alleged colombian drug dealers

led to the deaths of three suspects
and the wounding of two Agents.

One suspect is reported
to have escaped on foot

and a widespread manhunt is
underway throughout the park.

Suspected drug dealers, huh?

Whose idea was that?

Secret Service.

They give Ari his "get out
of jail for free" pass, too?

No. CIA did that.

But all the directors agreed.

Even yours.

Ari's father was Mossad.

Probably knocked his mother up
to get a son with Arab blood.

Sent him to medical school
to vet him as a doctor in Gaza.

This guy's been a sleeper
his entire life.

I'd love to put him in a coma.

Al Qaeda funded this Hamas op.

Ari was just doing what he had to do
to make his bones with them.

You tell that to Gerald.

You forget I lost a man
and had three wounded.

No, but it seems you did.

You know better than that.

There's a line Tobias.
that bastard crossed it!

You don't make your bones
shooting friends!

What do you want us to do?
He's inside Al Qaeda now!

I don't know!

How the hell do you breathe
in all this dust?

I don't.

You got anything to wash it down?

On the top shelf, next
to the paint stripper.

Who drinks bourbon anymore?

- I do.
- Got a glass?

Use my coffee mug.

What about you?

I use my coffee mug.

You go upstairs and get a glass
or drink out of the bottle.

What the hell.

I see why you keep it
with the paint stripper.

It's 125 proof.

You sip it, Fornell.

The directors want your word
that you'll forget about Ari.

They think you'll blow his cover.

If I get payback, it won't be
by blowing his cover.

Why are you asking me this
and not my director?

He refused to.

Yeah.

All right, one condition.

There's always one condition.

I want to speak to him,
in a place of my choosing...

Alone.

Nobody's going to go for that.

Ari will.

She was beautiful.

Very.

Did you make love to her?

And then blew her brains out.

She would do the same to me.

Why do you do this?

Same reason you do.

I don't think so.

Then you are lying to yourself.

What now?

You go back to the Middle East.

You tell them Marta was Mossad
and that she blew the op.

Yes.

Two op failures in a row.
I'd axe your ass if you worked for me.

People who blow themselves apart to
kill their enemy have lower expectations.

How do you sell Marta
as a double Agent?

My men the FBI permitted to escape,

they know the effort
I put into this operation.

Buying Smoky Sams,
kidnapping Agent Todd,

so that I could identify Marine One.

And when they search
Marta's apartment,

they will find money and documents
traceable to Mossad.

Hamas will believe me.

Al Qaeda's more wary.

They don't believe you,
you're dead.

Yes. And if they do,

I may learn what they plan
as a next 911.

Would you risk losing that
opportunity... over pride?

It's not pride.

If not pride, then what?

Love of country?

A sense of duty?

I'm sure those exist in you.

But what burns is pride, my friend.

Shalom.

Just wanted to help you
convince Al Qaeda.

== resynced by Brach_Movic aka GilangPC ==