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 someplace?
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,
- Iocal 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 onboard 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.