Well if my old man find something about biking with you he'll kill us both.
Oh, yeah? If your old man was a man, I might be worried.
Wayne, you got to get me back, I'm serious.
I'll get you a ride.
What if he doesn't stop?
Oh, he'll stop.
Hey!
Stop!
You stupid bastard!
When I get through with you you're going to wish...
you were dead!
He's dead.
Massive internal bleeding in the abdominal cavity, Gerald.
That's enough.
My young friend, you must have been in acute pain for many hours.
What kept you from seeking help, I wonder?
Run the gut for me, would you, please, Gerald?
Not a problem.
It's definitely a blockage.
It's strange, through. It seems to consist of a cluster of objects.
Gallstones?
Oh, my, no.
Gallstones that large could never pass through the cystic duct.
And even if they did, they wouldn't all be expelled at the same time.
Although I did find a gallbladder once with almost a kilo of large stones.
Of course, the victim was a sumo wrestler who weighed over 200 kilos.
He was in the middle of a bout. He just went
They're stones, doc.
Not gallstones.
Emeralds.
It was lodged in his gastrointestinal tract causing
perforation of the peritoneum,
internal bleeding, infection and death.
- He swallowed emeralds. - He did, indeed.
I'm going to take a wild guess here, doc.
He smuggled them into the country.
It's from where he smuggled them in, Jethro.
Our sailor just arrived from Guantanamo bay, cuba,
where he was a translator.
Petty officer second class Khalil sa'id,
naturalized american citizen, born in Egypt.
Worked as a translator at camp Delta,
fluent in arabic, uyghur, pashtu.
Died in his car on route 522 near Fredricksburg.
Almost killed a pair of bikers.
Vroom-vroom bikers or pedal bikers?
I said bikers, Tony, not cyclists.
Bikers is a term that refers to both cyclists...
Next of kin? / None in the states. No U.S. Address, either.
And apparently he rotated from our naval station
in Bahrain to Gitmo five months ago.
Where'd he get those emeralds?
Gitmo exchange?
Sorry.
Get your gear. We're going to Gitmo.
That's a good one, boss.
He was kidding, right?
I don't think so.
We're going to cuba! Ha-ha!
Hey, Gibbs.
I've got a gemologist coming over to look at the rocks.
He's my mother's friend's sister's son.
- Does he know his stuff? - I went out with him, like, once.
Didn't get very far.
This all from the car?
Yeah.
It was a rental.
- Any classified material? - Not in the suitcases.
They could've swapped his hard drive before he left.
Check it, anyway.
These were in the suitcase.
Stamped, no postmark.
All the same return address.
Ncis special agent Paula cassidy.
- You know her? - No, but I will.
Okay, smell this.
Do those turn you on, Abby?
Turned somebody on.
Box of condoms, half empty.
The price tag says they'refrom the Gitmo exchange.
Hey, maybe it was a package deal.
See if you can brand the cologne.
Why, you want some?
Nope, don't use cologne.
The women I date think the smell of sawdust is sexy.
That's why I don't date many women.
Oh!
Sorry.
You had better have a good reason for spilling my coffee.
I do.
I booked us on the first AMC flight to Gitmo tomorrow.
Unbook it.
I knew it.
I told Kate you were pulling my leg.
The navy's giving us a priority ride today.
You mean it?
You do mean it.
Normally, I hate priority rides, but who cares if it's going...?
- What's wrong with priority rides? - Come on, boss.
Tell me you like sitting on canvas seats slung between cargo pallets.
Yeah, it makes me feel like I'm back in the corps.
I love priority rides.
Boss, this is the best.
I miss canvas seats.
Check this out.
What do you want?
- Get to work. - I already started.
Guantanamo enjoys a year-round tropical climate,
cooled by the breezes from the windward passage.
Some of the more popular pastimes
include skin diving, sunbathing and horseback riding.
I would be the last one to rain on your parade, Fidel,
but you're logged onto an official navy web site.
It's PR.
This isn't.
It's the NCIS file on special agent Paula cassidy.
She's an interrogator at camp Delta.
Special agent Cassidy is not to know that Sa'id is dead.
We're not working with her?
Sa'id was carrying five unmailed letters of hers.
Until we find out how she was involved with him,
she's out of the loop.
I can't believe we're in a $40-million gulfstream.
I mean, it's got to be CNO's or SECNAV's.
You know, Tiger woods has one of these.
Tom cruise, all the big movie stars. This is their ride.
Tony?
- Yeah, boss? - Can we get to work?
Sure thing. Just...
check this out.
It's a gulfstream.
So much for the element of surprise.
Welcome to Gitmo.
I'm special agent Paula cassidy.
Special agent Jethro gibbs.
Special agent Kate todd, / Hi. how are you?
Special agent Anthony dinozzo Hey. / Hello.
I heard you all were coming.
Nice ride.
You are so right there.
This is yours.
There's a map in it.
They've put you up in one of the nicest houses on the base.
We appreciate that, special agent Cassidy.
So is there something going down that I should know about?
No.
It's just that all my transcripts have been pulled,
my interrogations have been canceled,
and then you all arrive on a navy gulfstream.
How would you connect the dots?
I wouldn't.
Okay.
Enjoy your stay.
Okay.
We'll set up here.
Tomorrow morning, we'll be joined by the senior FBI translator,
covering transcripts of Sa'id's translations.
The interrogator...
special agent Cassidy.
No way!
It's the only bedroom with a bath.
I know,
and I picked it first.
Women take baths, men take showers, Tony.
Why does the woman thing come up when a ship is sinking or
when there's only one bedroom with a bath?
Gibbs. / Well, you were right about Sa'id's laptop.
His system's a virgin.
Well, we'll track down the hard drive he had here and ship it to you.
When is your rock boy coming?
In the morning.
My mother's very excited.
- Find anything else? - Yeah, I picked up another scent
on his shorts and his T-shirts.
What did Sa'id do, bathe in the stuff?
No, it's not his.
It's peach and musk with vanilla as a top note.
It'd definitely feminine.
Well, tag it.
Perfume is expensive, Gibbs.
I can't just hang out at the macy's tester tray with my lab kit.
They frown on that sort of behavior.
Buy what you need to, Abby. We'll deal with it later.
Bold, Gibbs, bold.
- We're finished. - And we need to talk to you.
Whatever. It'll have to wait till the morning.
It's kind of important.
Appreciate that.
I'm going to bed.
Talk to you manana.
Any preference on the remaining bedrooms?
No. They're both equally crappy.
- You pick. - Ladies first.
Night.
God!
Halt!
I need coffee.
Where'd you get this, Abby?
If I told you, I'd have to kill you, Benjamin.
This is very sweet,
but you did not have to bring me a gift.
Well, I wanted to.
And your mother said it was something you could use.
Oh,
right on. Thanks.
Benjamin, this is great.
So, the emerald,
is it real?
Oh, it's very real.
Color grade 2.5,
Tone one to two,
clarity I-one.
It's at least worth $20,000.
And the color's quite distinct.
It's bluish-apple green.
And the fluid inclusions are quite different than colombian stones.
This emerald was mined in the Panshir valley.
Where's that?
Afghanistan.
William gamal?
Bill. Senior translator, camp Delta.
We've been expecting you. Special agent Gibbs,
special agents Dinozzo and Todd.
When the fbi relaxes their dress code, they sure go for it.
These are the transcripts of the interrogations of Nasser al jazair you requested.
The translator was Sa'id?
That's right. Apparently there's a problem?
- Did you know him? - Only to say hello.
He worked with your interrogator, Paula cassidy.
You might want to think about keeping that door shut.
Iguanas have been known to wander inside.
Nasser arrived in june from Afghanistan.
Yes. Insists he was picked up by mistake.
Ha. weren't they all.
Agent Cassidy did especially well with the subject.
Younger detainees feel more comfortable with female interrogators.
Once rapport's been established,
prisoner is only interrogated by that team.
I understand agent Cassidy's not in the loop on this?
Correct.
I booked you an interrogation room for this afternoon.
We'd better get started.
Okay, I want to know more about agent Cassidy.
Who her friends are in Gitmo. How she spends her free time.
Where she hangs out.
Is she involved with Sa'id.
Sure. / No problem.
Did I say both of you?
Well, you didn't not say both of us, Gibbs.
Yes, she's kind of got a point there, boss.
Well, I'm saying it now.
Dinozzo, you go.
Kate will stay here and help me with this.
Got it.
- Do you mind telling me why he...? - Yeah.
Agent Cassidy has a lot of friends, I'll say that.
Mostly male friends, and mostly either interrogators or translators.
Where's she hang?
Club on base called El floridita.
Check it out.
Observe her if she's there.
Can I drink? / Sure.
Sasparilla.
- Sasparilla? - Who drinks sasparilla?
Shane.
Who's shane?
Alan ladd.
- Who's Alan ladd? - Maybe you should check her out, Kate.
I'm on it.
Where's agent dinozzo?
Drinking sasparilla.
They'll bring Nasser down as soon as the evening prayers are finished.
Why aren't you praying?
I'm presbyterian.
How do you say good cop, bad cop in arabic?
I learned my arabic at the defense language institute in monterey.
That phrase wasn't in the syllabus.
Nasser should be here in about five minutes.
Watch his body language.
Fortunately, Nasser speaks some english.
So, Jack palance shoots Elisha cook.
The slug lifts his body off the ground, and splat, right into the mud.
Elisha cook?
You ever seen the maltese falcon?
Nope. / Oh, you young people don't know what good movies are.
All this violence today, so sad.
Splat isn't violent?
What are you drinking?
Sarsaparilla.
Root beer.
- So you're on duty? - Maybe I just like sarsaparilla.
Cosmo, Jimmy.
Coming up.
That's funny. I knew you were going to order a cosmo.
Are you here to check me out?
Define checking out.
Come on, what are you doing here?
Straight up?
No, I..I want you to lie to me.
You turn me on.
- Here, let me pay. - No, thanks.
I buy my own drinks.
So, Jack palance shoots Elijah wood?
He asks who we are.
Name is Gibbs.
U.S. Naval criminal investigative service.
Sit down.
Where is Paula?
She's been replaced...
by me.
Why?
I think you know why.
No.
Well, sit down, Nasser. I'll tell you why.
Sa'id is dead.
He's praying.
Thank you.
Miss me?
Like herpes.
That confuses me.
Really? / Absolutely.
If you don't like me, then why do you keep coming over here for refills?
Jimmy.
I like the game.
Me, too.
Your move.
You've been here eight months, and you haven't hooked up.
Well, how do you know?
You danced with five different guys. Nothing going on with any of them.
You're counting the men that I'm dancing with?
I'm the jealous type.
Huh. Jimmy, does he seem like the jealous type?
I thought so...
see? / Till he flashed his badge when I wouldn't answer any questions about you.
More info than she needed, Jimmy.
Oh, I'm disappointed.
What if I told you I was checking out the competition?
- I'd say you were lying. - No, it's true.
I'm checking out the competition.
For your investigation.
And for me.
So, what are you going to write in your report?
That you have rules about hooking up with men you work with.
Accurate?
Incomplete.
I have rules about guys that investigate me, too.
Never broken a rule?
Have you?
If the risk is worth it.
Jimmy, un tequila y una cerveza, por favor.
Si, senor.
Let's dance.
Sa'id was a good man.
He gave me hope I would see my family again.
He said america does not hate islam...
that Allah knows we are here.
Don't you want to know how he died?
- Or have you guessed? - He guessed.
How would I know?
We have no contact here with the outside world.
He swallowed these.
They killed him.
Think he got them from you.
I don't understand.
Says he's never seem them before.
he'd like to return to his cell, so he can pray for his friend's soul.
Tell him he's not going back to his cell.
He's being transferred to isolation.
he says he was promised a transfer to minimum security.
Who promised him that?
Special agent Cassidy.
One second.
Dinozzo.
Back at the house...
Be there in five.
I'm back on duty.
Well, that's too bad.
So are you.
Why'd you recommend transferring Nasser to minimum security?
Reward for cooperation.
- That's the idea around here. - We read the transcripts.
He didn't tell us anything we didn't know.
Well, that's not the point. He told us all that he knows.
Are you sure?
It's a judgment call,
but we get a lot of flack around here for holding people too long.
Are you going to tell me what's going on?
Are you going to tell us what was going on between you and Sa'id?
We worked together.
That's all.
These were found in Sa'id's luggage.
Well, he was going to put them in the mail for me.
Couldn't find the post office?
Mail is slow out of Gitmo.
Sa'id was on his way to the states, and I asked him to throw them in the mail for me.
- You mind of we open them? - Yes, I mind.
- They're private. - We'll get a court order.
What the hell is this about?
Why do you have these letters?
Something happen to Sa'id?
He's dead.
Oh, my god.
How? what happened?
Tell me how he died.
Internal bleeding from a perforated bowel caused by the presence of hard objects
in his intestines. / Hard objects, what the hell is that supposed to mean?
Look...
I have been a damn good NCIS agent for over six years now.
I really don't deserve to be treated like this.
All we asked is, can we open these letters?
Sure, go ahead. Open the damn things.
Thank you.
They're to my family. Would you like to...
search my apartment while you're at it? / I will.
Okay.
Sorry, Paula.
Check out Sa'id's apartment, too.
First time I've seen you apologize to a suspect.
How would you feel if I was going to search your apartment?
Violated beyond belief.
You know why you're attracted to her, though, don't you? / Who said I was?
- It's endorphins. - Well, thank you, Abby.
Oh, you were so excited about going to cuba and riding in the jet.
It stimulated the hell out of your endorphins.
The first woman you saw was like honey to a bear.
You were the first woman I saw on my endorphin high.
Yeah, well, we work together, Tony. It's like a brother-sister thing.
Never had a sister.
- That's probably a good thing. - You just passed Sa'id's room, sis.
Need some help?
No.
Tony, wait.
Sa'id had a key to her apartment.
Well, she doesn't have a key to his.
Women like making love in their own bed.
Now, wait a minute, just 'cause you're a woman
and you enjoy doing it in your own bed.. / you're right, I misspoke.
- does not mean that all women - I was wrong, Tony.
- insist on doing it in their own bed. - Let it go.
Going to read me my rights?
You have the right to be reimbursed for postage.
Put it on your expense report.
Thanks.
You might want to take that chip off your shoulder.
Gladly.
Just treat me as a member of the team.
We're in the same agency,
not on the same team.
Is this interrogation over?
Yeah. Yeah, almost. Uh...
why is special agent Dinozzo sorry?
He blew his chance to get laid.
This just came for you from Guantanamo bay.
It's Sa'id's hard drive.
Excellent.
Ah...
quite a collection.
Yeah, I'm trying to match a scent I found on Sa'id's clothes.
I don't see chanel number five.
Does anyone wear that anymore?
My mother does.
Really?
Ever since Marilyn monroe confessed that chanel number five was all she wore to bed.
So, does your mother...?
Unfortunately, yes.
Makes for terribly awkward slumber parties.
Nasser is extremely upset.
Feels he's been cooperative and now he's in a cell with no windows.
Well, maybe after losing all this luxury,
he'll be even more cooperative.
A psychiatrist examined him and is worried for his mental health.
I'm not all that interested in the mental health of people who want to kill me.
You certain Nasser's a terrorist?
Isn't it possible he is what he says he is.
a man who was in the wrong place at the wrong time?
Yeah, and it's also possible that he's the man who gave Sa'id those emeralds.
Why would he do that?
Are you that naive?
Or did Nasser pass some of those emeralds on to you?
What are all these bottles, Abby?
That's the perfume you said I could buy.
Did we have to buy so many?
I only got 30.
There's more than 2,500 on the market.
You're kidding me.
Perfume is the most powerful accessory a woman can wear.
Yeah, well, how much did all this power cost us?
Around $1,500.
$1,500?
Well, that's not including the tax.
I stuck to the 30 most popular scents, hoping we'd get lucky.
Ah...
how fiscally responsible, Ab.
Thank you. / So, we get any bang for our 1,500 bucks?
We did.
The perfume on Sa'id's clothes is called escada.
Never heard of it.
You wanna hear about his hard drive?
What's it going to cost me?
It's pretty much synonymous with his sex drive.
Our boy deleted 20 gigs of porn before he turned his drive in.
He was trading with a porn pal on a hotmail account that doesn't exist anymore.
Anything good on it?
Nothing with sawdust yet.
Agent Cassidy's?
Yeah. Uh...
nothing else of interest in her apartment, except...
what?
She had a bottle of escada on her dresser,
and Sa'id had a key to her apartment, but she did not have a key to his.
Most women prefer their own beds.
So, she and Sa'id were doing the horizontal salsa.
Not according to the bartender at El floridita.
What,
lovers register with him at Gitmo first?
Bartenders know this kind of stuff, boss.
He said she went there most nights, danced with a lot of guys, but...
always went home alone.
What'd you find out, Kate?
Sa'id's place wasn't just clean, it was sterilized.
There were some towels, soap and a half a roll of toilet paper.
I think Sa'id copied Paula's key without her knowing it.
Now, which brain is thinking that, Dinozzo?
I'm hitting the rack.
Get this off to Abby first thing in the morning.
You know, Gibbs,
- sometimes you can be a real... - bastard?
Yes.
Yeah, well, my gut is telling me agent Cassidy's telling the truth.
So, then, what's the problem?
Romance between agents, Kate...
it never works.
You speaking from experience?
Sa'id and I were not lovers.
Who told you that?
Room key.
Had yours on his key chain.
That's not possible.
How would he get my room key?
You gave it to him.
No, I didn't.
I lost a key.
Had to replace one.
Sa'id could've stolen it.
Are you just remembering now that you lost a key?
I was just told that somebody else had it.
Okay.
Okay, let's say that I buy that.
Why would he want a key to your room?
To get to my computer.
But how does he get my password?
If you don't keep your doors shut, the iguanas get in.
We did so many interrogations together...
he could've watched me type it in.
Why would Sa'id want to get into your computer?
To read my interrogation reports.
I don't know.
Lately, I noticed that his conversations
with Nasser seemed longer than his translations.
I even noted that in my computer.
Sa'id... took leave and left the next day for the states,
right after I wrote that.
His room was empty. He wasn't intending to come back.
I should've had bill come and sit in on one of the interrogations
and check my suspicions.
I blew it.
These are the hard objects that Sa'id had in his stomach when he died.
Emeralds?
I think he got them from Nasser.
But how did Nasser get them past our body search?
Nasser complained of constipation when he arrived,
and they gave him a laxative.
He got them in the same way Sa'id got them out.
What are you looking at, Abby?
It's just sex, Ducky.
Just sex?
Yeah.
You know, biological act between creatures within a species
in response to neurological and physiological stimuli.
Between creatures within their species?
Usually.
This isn't yours, I hope.
No.
It's off Sa'id's hard drive.
But something's wrong.
The files are too big.
not just the files.
Easter eggs.
What the hell are easter eggs?
Easter eggs are hidden messages within a computer program.
If you don't know to look,
you don't know they're there.
They were hidden in the porn?
My cursor has moved across places that would make Tony blush.
What kind of messages?
There's a diagram of the camp,
and a bunch of stuff in arabic.
It's coming to you now.
Something tells me it's not a greeting from the bunny.
Sa'id arrived Gitmo april 23.
April 28, he writes,
Son-in-law located.
May 11,
Son-in-law moved to minimum security.
May 23, he gets a response.
Leader disavows son-in-law.
He will be eliminated by the one who is victorious.
Leader?
Bin laden.
My god, we've got one of Bin laden's son-in-laws here and didn't know it.
The one who is victorious?
Why does he start talking in riddles all of a sudden?
I don't think he is.
I may not be translating that accurately.
Nasser.
It's old arabic for the one who is victorious.
I, uh, owe you an apology, Gibbs.
If I transferred Nasser into minimum security...
you didn't. Don't worry about it.
How do we find this son-in-law?
Easy.
We transfer Nasser to minimum security so he can kill him.
In camp Delta, the security buck stops with me.
If Nasser kills a detainee,
it'll be my ass.
Yeah...
but once the son-in-law learns that Bin laden ordered him murdered,
he's going to sing like a bird in islamic paradise,
and maybe that prevents another 9/11.
What's your plan, Gibbs?
We transfer Nasser to minimum security.
From isolation to minimum security? He's bound to be suspicious.
New interrogator'll have to deliver the news convincingly.
Since we know he trusts women,
that's me.
No, that's me.
I'm the one he trusts.
You promised him minimum security. He got isolation.
He won't believe you have the authority to move him.
He will when I order the guards to remove the shackles.
- That's too risky. - Tony's right.
Nasser and Sa'id
did this right in front of me.
You're an interrogator, not a translator.
You couldn't have known.
But I did.
I had suspicions about Sa'id, and I let them slide.
It's inexcusable.
Yep.
Let me make up for it.
How good an actress are you, agent Cassidy?
Ask Tony.
He bought my act.
Icing me was an act?
No.
Letting you think I was melting was.
Tony, she'd say anything to get in that room.
Kate, it's not a problem. We were both playing a game.
Yeah...
who won?
Hello, Nasser.
I did not expect we'd meet again.
Neither did I.
Remove the shackles.
Now, please.
Where is Gibbs?
Recalled to washington.
His superiors determined that his concerns were unfounded.
He's not buying it.
He will.
Agent Gibbs has had problems in the past.
Agent Cassidy, this isn't appropriate.
He deserves to know.
He has a history of building cases at the expense of the facts.
Tell him.
She's good.
I was locked up like a dog.
It was out of my hands, Nasser. I'm sorry.
I've arranged to have you returned to your cell.
Just answer one question.
Do you have a conscience?
I have a moral awareness of my actions.
Good.
because I've trusted you, Nasser.
I'm glad you are back.
So am I.
She's ending the session. What is she doing?
Playing him.
He's asking about the transfer to minimum security you promised him.
I'll try.
We have 120 detainees in minimum security at present.
20 to a unit.
Barracks 20 is the one Nasser is assigned to,
and this...
that's the inside surveillance cam.
How many guards do you have inside the barracks?
Two. One on each exit, front and rear.
Odds are six-to-one against his target being billeted in the same barracks as him.
That means Nasser is going to have to kill his target in the exercise yard.
What does secret service think?
Three sharp shooters,
there, there, and one in the watchtower.
I have an idea.
It's about time.
Nasser has to change his jumpsuit
- when he transfers, right? - Spanking brand-new white one, so?
So I want to add a little trim.
You're being transferred to minimum security, Nasser.
You have kept your word.
Does that surprise you?
No.
Don't betray my trust, Nasser.
I will not.
Right there. they're bringing him out now.
Talk about your own personal web-cam.
We only did enough of the search to keep it legitimate.
You think he already has a weapon?
Oh, yeah, I do. Probably a shiv.
It makes sense. Easy to conceal.
How does he make a shiv in max security?
A comb, a toothbrush, something innocuous ground to a point.
You're good.
Bet you could've made it in hollywood.
I don't know if I'm hoping you're right or wrong about Nasser.
He's a killer.
It's in his eyes. / Yeah...
the eyes always give you away.
Oh, yeah.
Your target is the fifth detainee to exit.
Acknowledge when you have him in your sights.
Roger that.
Okay, I've got him.
That's a diversion.
Lost target. Repeat, no shot.
My..my sniper's lost his target.
He's heading in the opposite direction. He switched groups.
He's going into barracks 21.
He's made his man.
Where are your guards, colonel?
NCIS, open it up!
Dinozzo, go around back!
Got it!
Go!
Get down!
I'd have killed him.
And make him a martyr?
No.
This is worse than death.
She looks awfully lonely back there.
So?
So... I think one of us should go and keep her company.
Why?
She is one of us.
Kate...
What?
Well, I can't let her ride alone.
Why is it that women always want to fix what doesn't need fixing?
Makes us feel all warm inside.
So does scotch, but it doesn't cost you a house.
- I didn't really think... - I didn't think that...
You go.
Watch this.
It's a gulfstream.