All language subtitles for NCIS - S1E1

Bobby, those baby backs
from Papa Joe's make the flight?

Yes, sir, Mr President.

They were flown in
from San Antonio 10 minutes ago, sir.

- Good, let's have an early lunch.
- Yes, sir, Mr President.

- I love the baby backs from Papa Joe's.
- I know, Mr President.

Wasn't Major Kerry supposed to be
handling the football on this one?

He came down
with the flu, Mr President.

This is
Commander Ray Trapp, Mr President.

He's new on the detail.

- Have we met, Commander?
- Yes, sir.

- On the Abraham Lincoln, Mr President.
- The Lincoln.

Yeah, the trip to the Lincoln
was the best day I've had on this job.

- Why don't you join me for lunch?
- Be my pleasure, Mr President.

Good, I look forward to it.

Lunch with the boss on your first day.

You're destined for stars
on those shoulders, Commander.

Excuse me.

Agent Baer, Agent Todd,
would either of you like anything to eat?

- No, thank you.
- I'm fine, thanks.

Very well.

I'll be in Comm getting
an update from Backhoe.

Keep an eye on things down here.

You expecting a problem, sir?

Expect problems, Agent Todd.

And with a little luck,
you'll never lose a president.

I fumbled in my first army-navy game

but I recovered the ball.

Ray Trapp.

Kate Todd.

Eating with the President was

a bigger sweat than

making a night trap.

Are you ill, Commander?

Slammer. Rosefern.
Medical emergency. Section One.

- What's wrong?
- I don't know.

What have you got?

- He's not breathing!
- No pulse.

Give me the bag.

Doctor, he just had lunch
with the President.

- Oh, my God!
- Let's go!

All right, you stay with the football.

Pulse compressions.

Let's take a pulse.

There's no pulse. Let's get his shirt off.

Yeah, Gibbs.

A navy commander carrying the football
on Air Force One

just carked in the air.

Where'd they land?

Wichita, Kansas.

President's transferring
to the backup bird.

I booked us on a 1500
United flight out of Reagan.

Stops in Dallas

before going on to Wichita.

That the best you could do?

It's Saturday, Gibbs.
You know, if we had our own jet...

We don't.

Ducky's buds with coroners
across the country.

See if he can't get one of them
to hold the body until we get there.

All right.

Good afternoon. I'm Doris McMillon
with a CBS news update.

We have just learned that Air Force One

has made an unscheduled stop

at Wichita's Mid-Continent Airport.

Details are sketchy...

Attention, passengers,
this is a gate change announcement.

FBI, CIA, DEA, ATF.

Even NYPD have private jets.

- 36 cents a mile, you wanna drive?
- It's humiliating.

- Hey, we're LEOs.
- And I'm Capricorn.

LEO, short for law enforcement officer.

Mr Bernard Kelly,
please return to the security check.

You new at this, Dennis?

First week.

NCIS. Never heard of it.

- That's embarrassing.
- NCIS anything like CSI?

Only if you're dyslexic.

Okay, you can go ahead
and go around the metal detector

but your bags gotta go
through the scanner.

Wait a minute.
Letting us take weapons aboard

and you wanna scan our bags?

Well, you got permits
for the weapons, you don't for the bags.

- We really need our own jet.
- Dennis! Those bags are mine.

Why didn't you tell me
you were schlepping for the doc?

He's got a bag permit.

Move it, men.

We don't wanna miss our flight.

If J. Edgar Hoover was alive,
I'd tell him what I'm telling you.

This body is in Wichita County,

and as a county coroner,
I have jurisdiction.

No one moves it
until the ME says they can.

Your jurisdiction
doesn't supersede the FBI

- on Air Force One.
- It's not Air Force One, Agent Fornell.

When the President departed
on the backup plane,

it became Air Force One.

This is now Alpha Foxtrot 29000.

Don't get into this
pissing contest, Agent Todd.

As you pointed out,
the President's gone.

- It's no longer a Secret Service problem.
- Look, this could be a natural death

or it could be a botched attempt
to murder the President.

Until I know which, it's my problem.

I don't give a damn
which one of you is boss,

you ain't moving this body
until the ME says you can.

- You talking about me, Elmo?
- Hello, Ducky.

How'd you like
those steaks I air-expressed you?

Delicious.

He air-expressed him steaks?

It's a big state.
Look how long it took him to get here.

Agent Fornell here is FBI.
Agent Todd's Secret Service.

Ducky, they're fighting over this body
like two hounds over a T-bone.

Well, it's our T-bone for the moment.

All these LEOs are contaminating
a potential crime scene.

Yeah, my assistant's right.

Everyone who boarded in Wichita
will have to evacuate the plane.

I'm not going anywhere.

I flew in on it.

Very well. You two can stay.
But everyone else must deplane.

All right, you heard the ME.
Let's move it, boys.

- Got it.
- Okay.

Ducky, what do you think?

There's no outward sign of trauma.

He was stricken
after having lunch with the President.

Yeah, how is the President?

He's fine.

His physician cleared him
to fly on to LA.

What happened?

When the Commander
returned from lunch,

he had an equilibrium problem,

and his grip was too weak
to hold his briefcase.

Did he gradually become ill

or was it sudden?

Sudden. He started to convulse
and collapsed.

The President's physician believed
that the Commander had a stroke.

- Kind of young for a brain fart.
- Looks like a natural death to me, Elmo.

They can leave with the body
as long as they sign releases.

Why the hell didn't you say that?

Couldn't. Like I said,
it's the ME's decision.

Release forms are in my car.

Let's go. We can work out jurisdiction

with Washington
on the flight to Andrews.

Ducky? About those
soft-shelled crabs...

You'll have them by the weekend.

10-4, partner.

Tony, go on.

Show the pilot your credentials,
get us the hell out of here.

Hey! Cockpit's on the top deck.

I knew that.

Did you enjoy playing my boss?

- I did, rather.
- What do you think happened, Duck?

Good God, Gibbs.
I've barely met the deceased.

I think DiNozzo's right.
A naval aviator stroking at his age?

He could have been born
with an aneurysm.

They're time bombs in the body.

I remember
this young promising basso profundo

in London.

He was only 27 when he keeled over
in the middle of an Otello aria.

Who the hell are you people?

You're no ME assistant.

And there's not
a soft-shell crab within 1,000 miles.

Sorry.

NCIS.

We flew down here from Washington
to take over the investigation.

First the FBI tries to muscle in
and now NCIS.

Yeah, well, I do believe
this is a dead naval officer...

Who died on Air Force One
after having lunch with the President

it's my job to protect.

Okay, we can share jurisdiction.
You can be on my team.

Your team?
Why should you have the investigation?

Have you ever worked
a crime scene, Agent Todd?

I am a Secret Service agent.

- I thought not.
- Well, don't dismiss me like that.

Okay, I earned my jock strap.

Yeah? Does it ever give you
that empty feeling?

- What?
- Your jock strap.

No.

Like some species of frogs,
I grow what I need.

Gibbs, the pilot won't take off

till the Secret Service chick gives us the

thumbs up.

I think that just made it my team.

No. I think it means
I just have to hijack Air Force One.

Tony? Escort Agent Todd
off this aircraft and close the hatch.

You're not serious!
Wait! Wait, okay! Okay!

Your team.

But only because
I don't wanna delay us further

by having to shoot you.

Damn it, Agent Todd!
Let's get this show on the road!

Oh, gosh, I'm sorry.
We overbooked the flight.

What the hell are you doing?

What's going on? Stop!

All right, do you know
what the hell's going on?

Guess Ducky decided
to take the body to Washington.

Why is your medical examiner
taking the body to Washington?

Never said he was
my medical examiner.

Then who the hell's
medical examiner is he?

Ducky? He works for NCIS.

Did you have to, literally
slam a door on the FBI's face?

There were more of them than us.

There's always more of them than us.

You ever hear
of interagency cooperation?

Yes, sir.

I got the Secret Service
agent in charge at Wichita

to agree to share the investigation.

Willingly?

Well, we could use a little backup
when we land at Andrews.

That's what I thought.

We're spread a bit thin.
We haven't got enough agents.

If the FBI gets this body,
we won't see an autopsy report

till after they leak it
to the Washington Post.

Then make sure they don't get it.

Will this Secret Service agent
stand up to the FBI?

I don't know. She's got balls.

Are you starting the autopsy?

Goodness, no.

I'm just taking his liver temperature

to corroborate the time of death.

The President's physician
declared him dead

at 2032 Zulu.

Yeah, it never hurts to double-check.

Excuse me, you'll need to stand clear

so I can take measurements
for my crime scene sketches. Thanks.

Sketches? You've taken a dozen photos.

Tell me her measurements.

- You're pathetic.
- No, I'm serious.

Can you tell if she's 5'4" and a 34C

or 5'7" and a 36D?

You can't. Not from a photo.

That's why we do sketches
and take measurements. Thanks.

I get 1915 Zulu.
That's nearly an hour earlier.

Well, then, you miscalculated.

What's the problem?

There's apparently a discrepancy
between my time of death

and the President's physician's.

Log yours.

Enough sketches, Tony. Agent Todd's
gonna give you a floor plan.

Oh, no, she won't.

I thought
your photo analysis was brilliant, Tony.

But isn't 36D a bit of wishful thinking?

You think?

What can you tell me
about Commander Trapp?

I can't give him Air Force One
floor plans. They're top-secret.

Come on.
I saw this in a Harrison Ford movie.

Well, that's Hollywood speculation.
You're asking for the real thing.

Isn't the President's head
down here some place?

No.

No, this is in the movie.

Yeah! Harrison was sitting right here!

I can't risk those plans
getting out on the Internet.

NCIS does not leak.

If these plans get out,
you can shoot DiNozzo.

No, I think I'm destined to shoot you.

- What about Commander Trapp?
- Only met him this morning.

He just received
his Yankee White clearance

and was Major Kerry's backup.
The major has the flu.

We'll have to get a navy doc
to verify that.

He's got it.

But go ahead and waste a doctor's time

double-checking like your Ducky.

This is where the terrorists
got their weapons in the movie.

Oh, that is as ridiculous
as the President's escape capsule.

Nobody switched planes
with the President?

The press was put on a separate plane.

Everyone else boarded the backup
except three stewards

who I put in the press cabin.

What did you keep them for?
Make coffee?

I may not know
the finer points of investigating,

like sticking needles in liver

or, you know,
measuring swimsuit models,

but I do know enough to hold the
stewards who prepared and served

- the President's lunch.
- Okay.

- Do you wanna question them?
- No, they're not going anywhere.

We got a crime scene to investigate.

Rule number one:
Never let suspects stay together.

- Well, I didn't consider them suspects.
- Then why did you hold them?

Put these on.

My fingerprints are all over this aircraft.

Rule number two:
Always wear gloves at a crime scene.

I believe I know why there's
a discrepancy in the time of death.

Now, since the Commander
had lunch with the President,

I'm sure the President's physician
rushed to evaluate his condition.

He also called Trapp's time of death.

Yes. Once he was sure that the
President wasn't in medical danger,

he returned

and he was gone nearly an hour.

Yes, I'm sure the autopsy will show

that Commander Trapp
expired almost immediately.

- I owe you an apology, Doctor.
- Please, it's Ducky to my associates.

I'm just relieved we straightened it out.

It's inconsistencies like this,
start conspiracy theories.

It reminds me of a case once
in New Orleans.

A jealous husband
shot his wife off a Mardi Gras float

right under the clock
at the corner of Basin street and...

Come on, Duck, give it a rest.
She's got work to do.

I'll tell you the rest later.

Rule number three: Don't believe
what you're told. Double-check.

Should I write these rules
in my Palm Pilot

or crochet them on pillows?

Oh, no!

I draw the line
at him sitting in the President's chair.

He's not using it.

- Gibbs.
- Fine.

If you're finished taking pictures,
start bagging and tagging.

Just waiting for you, boss.

- Oh, bagging and tagging what?
- Well, to start with, everything.

The President was sitting there?

Pretty good bet since it is his desk.

Okay, maintain the chain of custody.

Take the item,
in this case Commander Trapp's lunch.

Place it in the evidence bag.

Seal it.

Record all pertinent information.

Initial across the seal. Keep it cold.

Okay, why don't you try it?

Whoa! Wait a minute!

Hey, wait! Wait a minute!
Hey, whoa! Stop! In here! In here!

Could I rinse
now that you got your evidence?

Yeah, sure.

Log it. Go find Ducky.

You think she's got
whatever killed the Commander?

Please join me in welcoming
President George W. Bush.

Don't threaten me, Tom.
I'm not in your food chain.

If NCIS does the autopsy,
they'll control the investigation.

- You want that?
- Commander Trapp was a naval officer.

They have every right to do the autopsy.

Thank you all.

Damn it, Bill, they're bush league.

We've got assets
those cowboys can only salivate over.

Don't underestimate NCIS.

No, they're good.

Making drug busts,
catching sailors who jump ship,

but an attack on the President?

The President's doctor thought
that Commander Trapp had a stroke.

Maybe he did.

But, if he was poisoned,
you willing to put the man's life

in the hands
of retread cops and ex-MPs?

Go ahead and be seated.

If you withhold so much as a comma
out of the report...

You'll get copies
of everything before the ink dries.

I'll order Agent Todd to turn
the body over to the FBI at Andrews,

but I can't control NCIS.

With us joined at the hip,
all they can do is watch and bitch.

We're back in the ballgame.

No temperature.

I think it's a stomach virus.

I know it is.

Did you use that thermometer
on cadavers?

Would you rather I use the liver probe?

Why are you so sure it was the flu?

It's the same symptoms
Major Kerry had.

Well, did you work together recently?

No.

Well, if you didn't work with him,
then how...

Did you think I was a virgin?

I'd hoped not.

You gonna lecture me about sleeping
with people you work with?

Nope.

Agent Todd, Agent Baer's
on the secure line for you.

Want me to take that call for you?

I'd have to be dead.

And how long you been
on Air Force One?

Five years, sir.

Two with President Clinton,
three with President Bush.

All right.

Well, thank you very much,
Chief Steward.

Yes, sir.

- What'd you get?
- Food security is very tight.

Incognito purchases.
Randomly selected stores.

No one knows they're buying
for Air Force One.

The stewards usually
prepare all the food,

but today the President
had ribs and coleslaw

flown in from a smokehouse
in San Antonio.

So they only reheated them
and served them.

- Anybody else have ribs?
- No.

Gibbs, if the ribs were poisoned,

how come the President
wasn't affected?

Maybe he's used to
Papa Joe's barbecue.

You two are through
taking pictures of each other

maybe we can move that body aft.

I made a deal with NCIS
to share the investigation, sir.

You're not senior enough
to make deals, Agent Todd.

We're working this with the FBI.

Sir, these NCIS agents
are not just gonna turn the body

and evidence over to the FBI.

Let's go!

NCIS had no right to use
a local coroner to delay your departure.

You have to see it from their side.

Agent Todd,

shut up and listen!

I'm giving you a direct order.
That's our aircraft.

Everything living and dead on board
is under Secret Service control.

Turn the body over
to the FBI at Andrews

or the only presidential detail you'll get
will be walking Spotty.

Where's the body?

I don't know.

You move it to the aft ramp
for a fast getaway?

It won't work, Gibbs.

I've been ordered to turn the body over
to the FBI at Andrews.

Hey, you could stall them
until we get it off.

No, I can't. I won't defy a direct order.

I'm sorry, Gibbs.

Never say you're sorry.

I...

You don't have to crochet that one.

Folks, please fasten your seat belts.

We're beginning our descent
into Andrews at this time.

Why'd you let NCIS have
the evidence they bagged on the plane?

Since we have the body,
we control the investigation.

If a few ribs and coleslaw
saves them face, what does it hurt?

If the food was poisoned,
the President would...

It's not mine, sir.

- Mine either.
- Hello?

We're in the clear.
You can get out of the body bag.

I never thought I'd say this,
but I'm not sure I want to.

Why? You gotta search
Commander Trapp's apartment tonight.

Oh, Gibbs, come on. It's 1:00 a.m.

Agent Axelrod is trailing you
to pick up the body bag

when the FBI tosses it.

That's funny, Gibbs.
Real funny. Especially since...

I guess they found him.

Special Agent Gibbs has been operating
under my direct orders.

Agent Todd was also operating
under orders.

As was Agent Fornell.

Then the problem seems to be
that my man succeeded

where your two didn't.

Tom, this is no time for turf wars.

Not after 9/11.

And especially
when the President's life may be at risk.

I like to think this is
not about turf, Mark.

Rather that we all believe
we have the right people for the job.

We shouldn't be agency directors
if we didn't.

You're offering a shared investigation?

- I am.
- Who leads? Your man?

We do have the body.

- I found Abby. She's on her way in.
- Yeah, did you wake her up?

No, called her on her cell.
Sounded like one phat party.

Find anything, Ducky?

Nope, and I won't for hours.

I've just begun examining the body
for needle marks.

Think somebody stuck him?

- I don't know.
- Anything on the uniform?

Not that I could see. I sent it up to Abby.

What's this?

A mole.

Gibbs, go home. Get some sleep.

I would if I could.

This is gonna take all night.

Or what's left of it.

Ducky?

Why would Abby go to a phat party?

Jethro, get some sleep.

Abby?

Yeah?

- Find anything on his uniform?
- Not yet.

Well, I think I found
how he was poisoned.

This guy had enough vitamins,
herbs and organic food

to open his own health market.

If he was poisoned, I think you'll find it
laced into one of these.

So what are you gonna do while
I'm finding poison in a health snack?

I'll wait.

There's a futon
by the cabinet over there.

Oh, bless you.

What are you, my priest?

Curse you?

Oh, yeah.

My neuropathology exam
indicates that our victim

succumbed to a cerebral embolism
here in the parietal lobe.

I also found a number of clots,

most of them centered
in the renal artery.

Isn't that unusual?

Oh, not at all.
In most cases of arterial thrombosis,

clots will develop
over a period of minutes or hours,

spread to the rest of the body.

But what caused them to develop
in a healthy young aviator?

- Abby?
- Well, I did a fibrinogen test.

The procoagulant numbers were high,
but they weren't off the charts.

Any drugs that might have
induced clotting?

Well, yeah.
But none of those popped up.

I only isoed the epinephrine

that was injected when he got
juled and juiced on the plane.

- No vitamins, herbals?
- Well, the guy was an organic freak.

I mean, he probably whizzed green.

But none of that
will cottage cheese your blood.

Did you test the food
that he ingested on Air Force One?

Everything that was bagged and tagged.

It was ribs, coleslaw, barby sauce,
it was all negative for toxins.

I mean, that stuff will kill you,
but it'll take, like, 30 years.

Do you dudes
in the Secret Service ever think about

throwing yourselves
in front of the President's diet?

So, you're both saying
he wasn't murdered?

No, however freakish and tragic,
it apparently was a natural death.

I want my people to check your results.

Of course. You and Agent Todd
will be receiving copies of all our tests.

Does it for me.

How's your butt?

It's still bouncing on the beltway.

Kate?

When's the President returning?

Tomorrow, noon. I'm flying back tonight
to rejoin the detail.

Mind if I tag along?

Please?

You can, your SIG Sauer can't.
We have a rule.

No weapons on Air Force One
unless you're Secret Service.

Keep looking.

Wow.

Gibbs said "please."

To Commander Trapp.

To come all the way
through the war without a scratch

and die of a stroke...

He was in the thick of it
on the push to Baghdad.

You never told me that you knew him.

We had a drink
when he reported to the White House.

Wanted to know what tips
I could give him.

About the football detail?

That, or he could find
a good gym,

dry cleaners, grocery mart,

- local watering hole.
- Did you tell him about this place?

No.

He might have run into us

and that wouldn't have been good,
would it?

No, it wouldn't.

He wouldn't have run into us
after tonight, though, would he?

No.

Worried about losing your job?

Worried about losing a President.

When we work together, my focus,
it just wouldn't be 100%.

I'm sorry, Tim.

That's the way it's gotta be
and you know it.

Good to see you again, Major.
Always good to see you.

Well, folks, that was a job well done.

- Thank you, sir.
- What do you say we head home?

- Absolutely.
- All right. I agree.

Sir, I'm surprised

that you didn't object
to agent Gibbs riding with us.

He's here because his gut
is still churning, isn't it?

Yes, sir.
I suppose you could put it that way.

Well, so is mine.

Ducky, I have tested everything.

Mineral acids, organic acids,
alkaloids, bacterial poisons.

You know, Abby,

nature always proves
to be a far more illusive

and powerful killer than man.

Expect him to drop?

I see you're over the flu.

24-hour bug. Tim got over it yesterday.

Tim is Major Kerry.

Yeah, kind of figured that.

I met him for a drink yesterday.

I told him
we had to stop seeing each other.

I mean, we hadn't been dating long.

I mean,
we knew each other on the detail

for a couple months before we started

dating.

You know, when you're on the job 24/7,
how else do you get to know someone?

Church.

- Emmy?
- Yes?

The President's ready to see you.

Where are they going?

The President promised 10 minutes
to each member of the press on board.

Since we kicked them off at Wichita,
he's playing catch-up.

Three years before 9/11

Clancy wrote a book where a terrorist
hijacked a commercial jetliner

and crashed it into the Capitol.

In the Harrison Ford movie,

terrorists were reporters.

Gibbs, everyone aboard
has been vetted by us for years,

except you.

In the film,
the terrorists got their credentials

from a Secret Service turncoat.

Loosening up your dress code, Kate?

He's not one of us.

We all gonna get
our 15 minutes of fame?

It's 10, Leonard,
and the president's doing his best.

Agent DiNozzo, NCIS. What do you got?

One dead marine officer.
No signs of trauma.

It doesn't appear to be a robbery.

There's still cash and credit cards
in his wallet.

I've got two shootings already
this morning.

Since this guy's one of yours,
I hoped you might take him.

Yeah, we'll take him.

Yes!

Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.

There is something different
about this plane and Air Force One.

This is Air Force One.

- You know what I mean.
- Leonard.

There are some minor differences.

29000 is newer
and has some minor updates.

Like what?

Rear loading hatch is bigger
on the 29000

extra lavatory forward,
locks are digital in 29 and keyed on this.

Special agent Gibbs, you have
a teleconference call in Comm.

Kate, I wanna know
every difference on this plane

no matter how small you think it is.

Please?

- What's up?
- Major Kerry is dead.

D.C. Cops found the body
in his car on a street in Georgetown.

Ducky and Abby'll update you.

Another stroke, Duck?

I'm afraid so, Gibbs.

But this time
there are multiple embolic infarctions.

The Major must have received
a heavier dose than the Commander.

Dose of what, Abby?

It's venom from a Coastal Taipan.

It's a highly toxic Aussie snake.

Well, this junk zaps the nervous system
and it clots the blood.

You convulse and then you stroke.

The toxin is almost
impossible to detect.

The truth is Abby would have detected it
if I hadn't interrupted her

while she was A-L-S-ing the uniform.

The venom was in the uniform?

Yeah, I found traces of DMSO

in the collars and the cuffs.

I think it was mixed with the venom

to make it absorb through the skin.

Major Kerry was the intended target,

but he came down with the flu.

Didn't put his uniform on
until yesterday.

How did the terrorists
get the poison into the uniforms?

Well, they both have tags

from Dry Dock Cleaners on 19th street.

DiNozzo?

Why are you sitting there on your ass?

Get a team and go hit that dry cleaners.

I've passed that baton to the FBI.

This has all the earmarks of Al-Qaeda.

Unexpected, well-planned,
brilliantly executed.

But to what end?

Wouldn't surprise me
to hear Bin Laden on Al-Jazeera

bragging how he iced
the President's ball carriers.

I don't think that's
what he wants to brag about.

Yeah. Neither do I.

Where did you get
your uniform dry-cleaned?

Base cleaner at Quantico, sir.

I've accessed everything I could
on the differences.

- We need to talk.
- What are you doing?

There's a campaign conference
going on in there.

- I need to talk to you in private.
- There's no other private meeting room.

You could ask
the President to give up his office

but it might be a little weird.

Hey! What are you doing?

Hey!

- Sit down!
- What are you doing?

Commander Trapp was poisoned.

Australian snake venom.
Hard to detect. Mimics a natural death.

What? You think I did it?

Well, sweet pea, you were with him
when he was poisoned.

Yes, so was the President!
You gonna accuse him?

No. He wasn't
with Major Kerry yesterday.

- Tim?
- Yeah.

Stroked on a Georgetown street.

You know what? I'll bet it wasn't far
from the bar where you two kissed

and said bye-bye.

You asshole!

Okay. Okay.

Gave it to you cold.
Wanted to see your reaction.

Liars can't pale on cue.

Come on.

You're still a bastard.

How were they poisoned?

Dry cleaner laced their uniforms
with poison.

Must be an Al-Qaeda sleeper.

Tim must have recommended
his dry cleaners. He...

- What?
- Yesterday...

Yesterday he had...

Tim told me
that they had a drink and that he gave...

He gave Commander Trapp
tips like that.

Well, they gotta be after the President.

What would killing the ball carrier
give them?

Nothing. Another aide steps in.

And another plane.

This plane.

They forced the President
to fly his backup.

Well, security's exactly the same.

But the plane isn't.

And I'll bet security isn't either
until the President's on board.

Al-Qaeda has to have planted
something on this plane.

Okay, it can't be a bomb.
They would have detonated it by now.

- Okay, wait. Stan!
- Are you all right?

Oh, my God! Somebody help!

Medical emergency. Press cabin.

Out of the way!

Captain, is this the same thing
Trapp had?

- It appears to be.
- He's not breathing.

- Start CPR.
- Do something!

You said the locks were different.

29 has digital ones.
This plane has keys.

Armoury.

The armoury.
They have keys to the armoury.

They copied the movie.
They vetted a reporter.

No, that would take years.

- So did setting up 9/11.
- Shit!

There's a medical emergency
in the press cabin.

It's a diversion. Cover the President.

Nobody gets past you!

- Sir, stop right there!
- What's happening?

- Stop right there, sir!
- What's happening?

Freeze!

Get your hands in the air!

Sure. Someone yelled for a doctor.

Down, down.

You okay?

I'm gonna be doing paperwork
for a week.

Oh, yeah. Me, too.

Agent Todd told me
about her and Major Kerry

when she tendered her resignation.

- You accepting?
- Of course. She broke the rules.

Well, thank you, Special Agent Gibbs.

No, sir.

Thank you.

I heard you quit, Agent Todd.

Happy news gets around fast.
Yes, I resigned.

- It was the right thing to do.
- Yep. Pull that crap at NCIS,

I won't give you a chance to resign.

Is that a job offer?

Federal agents working
in unison with the Secret Service

were able to foil a terrorist attempt

to assassinate the President
while he was on board Air Force One.

The body of the terrorist

is being delivered to the
Armed Forces Institute of Pathology

where FBI forensic experts
will endeavour to identify it.

Was it Al-Qaeda?

Yes, was there
any Al-Qaeda connection?

That's all we know at this time.