4x24 - Angel of Death
Airport
Cynthia: Welcome home, Director. How was the Interpol conference?
Jennifer Shepard: Fine. Full of Euro cops trying to hook up with me. And, no, I didn't.
Cynthia: Oh, I wasn't wondering if...
Jennifer Shepard: I would if I were you. Now, get in, Cynthia.
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Car
Jennifer Shepard: Is the agency still intact after a week with Gibbs in charge?
Cynthia: We survived.
Jennifer Shepard: Did Gibbs?
Cynthia: Barely.
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Shepard's house: entrance
Noemi: Welcome home, señora.
Jennifer Shepard: Thank you, Noemi.
Noemi: You hungry, señora?
Jennifer Shepard: No, I ate on the plane.
Noemi: I fix your favorite paella.
Jennifer Shepard: Very well. I'll have a little.
Noemi: Okay.
Melvin: Will there be anything else, Director?
Jennifer Shepard: No. Take Cynthia home. She's going to argue, but it's silly for her to go back to the office now.
Melvin: Understood... What time tomorrow, Director?
Jennifer Shepard: 05:30, Melvin. I want to get an early start.
Melvin: Yes, ma'am.
Jennifer Shepard: Noemi, I'll eat in the study.
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Shepard's house: office
Noemi: Si, señora.
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Memories
Jennifer Shepard: My father has been dead since '95.
Dimitri Borov: He stood where you stand three weeks ago.
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Shepard's house: office
Jennifer Shepard: Noemi!
Noemi: Si, señora?
Jennifer Shepard: Who's been in my study?
Noemi: No one, señora.
Jennifer Shepard: Obviously someone.
Noemi: You no do that?
Jennifer Shepard: I no do that.
Noemi: Maybe before you leave?
Jennifer Shepard: I've been gone for five days. Didn't you clean in here?
Noemi: Si, señora. I... I no see. I'm sorry, señora.
Jennifer Shepard: It's nothing, Noemi. Don't worry about it.
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NCIS: Abby's lab
Abigael Scuito: Okay, I know this looks a little weird, but I couldn't get my hands on a real polygraph machine, so I made one. Name. Name! Tell me your name!
Timothy McGee: Stop acting like a Nazi. Come over here. Scratch my nose, please. Right side, right side. Ow! God, not so hard!
Abigael Scuito: McGee, stop being such a baby. Name.
Timothy McGee: Timothy McGee... No middle initial.
Abigael Scuito: Have you ever used an alias?
Timothy McGee: Does a nom de plume count?
Abigael Scuito: It does.
Timothy McGee: Thom E. Gemcity.
Abigael Scuito: Any other names?
Timothy McGee: No.
Abigael Scuito: No?
Timothy McGee: No.
Abigael Scuito: Okay, either you or my polygraph is lying. And since this is a machine and it can't lie...
Anthony DiNozzo: HAL lied through his chips.
Ziva David: I thought the expression was "to lie through your teeth."
Anthony DiNozzo: HAL, the computer. 2001? Sci-fi classic?
Ziva David: How can a six-year-old movie be a classic?
Anthony DiNozzo: The film that was made in 1968. 2001: A Space Odyssey directed by Stanley Kubrick. How long do you have to be in this country...
Abigael Scuito: I'm trying to prep McGee for his polygraph on Monday.
Anthony DiNozzo: Really? Well, unless you're a spy, McGeek, the thought of which is utterly ludicrous. What's the sweat?
Abigael Scuito: He panics taking tests.
Timothy McGee: It's not uncommon.
Abigael Scuito: Started in kindergarten. Couldn't change his answer.
Anthony DiNozzo: Hard to erase crayon.
Timothy McGee: Tony, it's not funny. Retaining my Special Agent status is dependent on passing this polygraph.
Ziva David: Oh, this is definitely a lie.
Anthony DiNozzo: What'd you ask him?
Abigael Scuito: His name.
Ziva David: You lied about your name?
Timothy McGee: No. Timothy McGee is my legal name. Thom E. Gemcity is my pen name. I don't have any other names.
Leroy Jehtro Gibbs: Probie.
Timothy McGee: Yeah, boss.
Leroy Jehtro Gibbs: And Elf Lord. Two other names. Why are you torturing McGee?
Abigael Scuito: I am not torturing, McGee. I am prepping him. He has his CPS polygraph on Monday.
Timothy McGee: Who ordered that?
Timothy McGee: Homeland Security. All NCIS agents must take it, directors included. Check your e-mails.
Anthony DiNozzo: Monday, 09:00.
Ziva David: Tuesday, 13:00.
Anthony DiNozzo: Boss, what time is your...?
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Hospital: entrance
Carly Marcano: You ever seen the Angel of Death, Dr. Benoit?
Jeanne Benoit: Skeleton, hooded black robe, scythe.
Carly Marcano: I am not kidding, Doctor.
Jeanne Benoit: Carly.
Carly Marcano: Not a skeleton with a grass-cutter. That's for kids on Halloween. Although, if he wanted to he could appear as a skeleton.
Jeanne Benoit: I take it you've seen him?
Carly Marcano: Once, when my Uncle Luis died.
Jeanne Benoit: What did he look like?
Carly Marcano: Miss Puerto Rico.
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Devon Watson: What are you talking about? You can't keep me here.
Annie Hayes: You want to walk, walk.
Devon Watson: I can't with this leg iron on. I want a cast.
Annie Hayes: After surgery.
Devon Watson: Wait a minute... Wait a minute, are they... Are they going to knock me out?
Annie Hayes: Oh, I hope not.
Devon Watson: Where's my backpack? Where's my bag? I want my backpack.
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Annie Hayes: Sorry to stick you with this one, Doctor.
Jeanne Benoit: No problem, Annie.
Annie Hayes: Dr. Jessup wants him in monkey bars till he can operate.
Jeanne Benoit: Three MGs of Versed, two of morphine, 15 minutes ago. And he's still amped up?
Annie Hayes: I think the boy had more on board than ER put in him. Patti said he wouldn't let them take blood. And it was a fight just to get the leg X-rayed.
Devon Watson: Hey, where's my phone?! Someone stole my phone!
ER Orderly: You didn't come in with one, Devon.
Devon Watson: No, I had a cell phone! I was texting on it when...
ER Orderly: When you stepped in front of a cab at Dulles.
Jeanne Benoit: I'm Dr. Benoit, Devon. Give me a minute... You're hypertensive and tachycardiac.
Devon Watson: What's that?
Jeanne Benoit: Not good... Have you taken any drugs we don't know about? We're not the police, Devon. Our only concern is your well-being.
Devon Watson: I want... I want to call my sister.
Jeanne Benoit: There's a phone in your room.
Carly Marcano: What do you think, Doctor?
Jeanne Benoit: Keep your eye out for Miss Puerto Rico.
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Street
Tobias Fornell: Visiting your ex-wife?
Leroy Jehtro Gibbs: Waiting for you.
Tobias Fornell: How'd you know I'd be here?
Leroy Jehtro Gibbs: Friday night. Old weekend.
Diane: Hold on, Emily.
Emily Fornell: Hi, Daddy!
Tobias Fornell: Hey, Em. Be there in a minute... Diane look that pissed at you after the divorce?
Leroy Jehtro Gibbs: She's looking at me, Tobias.
Tobias Fornell: Ever think of picking up a phone?
Leroy Jehtro Gibbs: Hard lines are tapped. Cell calls snatched right out of the air.
Tobias Fornell: Turning into a conspiracy nut, Jethro. What's next? Alien abductions?
Leroy Jehtro Gibbs: Only if you don't answer my question.
Tobias Fornell: Why the polygraphs?
Leroy Jehtro Gibbs: No. Do you still dream about O.J.-ing Diane?
Tobias Fornell: Nah, Emily kind of likes her. You?
Leroy Jehtro Gibbs: Only when I think about my grandfather's railroad watch.
Tobias Fornell: Beautiful chimes.
Leroy Jehtro Gibbs: FBI being polygraphed?
Tobias Fornell: No. And before you run through the alphabet soup. This net is being cast strictly over NCIS.
Leroy Jehtro Gibbs: Who's doing the fishing?
Tobias Fornell: Obviously, someone who thinks there's a security risk at NCIS.
Leroy Jehtro Gibbs: CIA... Who are they after, Tobias?
Tobias Fornell: Your boss.
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Shepard's house: entrance
Noemi: Señora Gibbs.
Leroy Jehtro Gibbs: Director home?
Jennifer Shepard: I'm in here.
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Shepard's house: office
Jennifer Shepard: In polite society, one usually calls before a visit. Bourbon?
Leroy Jehtro Gibbs: I kicked in too many doors to be polite. Yeah.
Jennifer Shepard: I appreciate the restraint you showed by using the bell. I've been rather fond of that door since I was a child. You could have waited to report till Monday, Jethro.
Leroy Jehtro Gibbs: That's not why I'm here. You lost your protection detail in Paris. You went missing for 21 hours. Where were you?
Jennifer Shepard: You sound like a jealous husband.
Leroy Jehtro Gibbs: How would you know?
Jennifer Shepard: Do you want this or not? Don't... Touch that! It's Scotch. You drink bourbon.
Leroy Jehtro Gibbs: So you.
Jennifer Shepard: I had another visitor before you arrived... Unannounced.
Leroy Jehtro Gibbs: Did he duck out the back?
Jennifer Shepard: Now you do sound like a jealous husband.
Leroy Jehtro Gibbs: You go off grid for 21 hours... And we're being polygraphed for a security breach.
Jennifer Shepard: Drink your bourbon and say good night, Gracie.
Leroy Jehtro Gibbs: What were you doing for 21 hours, Jenny?
Jennifer Shepard: What we used to do. Ever so well.
Leroy Jehtro Gibbs: When you're lying, your right eye twitches... It always has.
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Bar
Michelle Lee: You know, constitutionally, you can refuse to take a polygraph.
Timothy McGee: I'd have to turn in my badge.
Michelle Lee: True, but you don't have to take the test.
Abigael Scuito: Hey, I have an idea. Why don't we get Ducky to tell the examiners that Tim is just way too stressed out to take the test?
Michelle Lee: Ducky's a medical examiner, he's not a psychiatrist.
Abigael Scuito: But he does psychological profiles.
Ziva David: Of serial killers.
Timothy McGee: That's good I'll go from Federal Agent to serial killer in one day.
Abigael Scuito: It was just a thought.
Bartender: Here you go.
Abigael Scuito: Thanks. Great bartender.
Ziva David: You can beat a polygraph.
Abigael Scuito: No, you can't.
Ziva David: I've done it, Abby. It's part of Mossad training. All you have to do...
Michelle Lee: Oh, hello! If it's unethical, I can't hear it!
Ziva David: Well, don't listen.
Michelle Lee: Fine. Go ahead... Lalalalala...
Donald Mallard: May we join you?
Timothy McGee: Hey, Ducky, here take my chair.
Donald Mallard: No, no, no, no, Timothy. At a bar, I prefer to stand.
James Palmer: Me, too.
Donald Mallard: Macallan neat. Mineral water on the side. No ice.
James Palmer: I'll take a, uh, chocolate martini... Just kidding. Uh, make that a Green Fairy Mojito.
Bartender: You got it.
Donald Mallard: Why is everybody so dour? It's TGIF and the happy hour!
Timothy McGee: Homeland Security's ordering us to take a polygraph.
Donald Mallard: That's rather odd. But there's nothing to worry about. Unless... You're a spy.
Ziva David: Why are you looking at me?!
Donald Mallard: I'm trying to lighten the atmosphere with a little humor.
James Palmer: I don't think they expect you to be funny, Doctor. That didn't come out right.
Donald Mallard: No, I should say not.
James Palmer: I mean I don't think they expect a Scotsman to be funny.
Abigael Scuito: Stop digging, Jimmy. You've almost reached China.
Donald Mallard: Yeah, a round for my friends on me.
Ziva David: Dispelling two misconceptions about Scotsmen in one night.
Michelle Lee: Does anyone know where the rest rooms are?
James Palmer: I do!
Michelle Lee: Okay.
Donald Mallard: One moment! First... A toast!
James Palmer: Please, God, make it quick.
Michelle Lee: Amen.
Donald Mallard: May the best you've ever seen be the worst you'll ever see. May a mouse never leave your girnal with a teardrop in his eye. May you stay hale and hearty until you're old enough to die. May you always be as happy as we wish you all to be.
Timothy McGee: Guys, I'm sorry I gotta go.
Abigael Scuito: Uh, me, too. Great toast, Ducky.
Donald Mallard: Uh... Thank you.
Timothy McGee: Terrific.
Michelle Lee: Really good, Doctor.
Ziva David: May a mouse never leave your girdle with a teardrop in his eye.
Donald Mallard: Not girdle, girnal. It's an oat bin. If it was empty, a mouse would cry.
Ziva David: To dry-eyed mice.
Donald Mallard: Yeah, yeah.
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Hospital: elevator
Nick Perry: Stupid bastard.
Bernadette Watson: I don't think that Dee meant to get hit by a... Why didn't you push it?
Anthony DiNozzo: It was lit.
Bernadette Watson: I'd have pushed it anyway.
Anthony DiNozzo: And why is that?
Bernadette Watson: To watch it light up.
Anthony DiNozzo: Why don't you get her some help? ER's on one.
Nick Perry: You talking to me?
Anthony DiNozzo: Yeah, I'm talking to you, Bobby.
Bernadette Watson: His name is Nick.
Nick Perry: Shut up, Bernie.
Bernadette Watson: But he thinks that your name is Bobby. Don't you?
Anthony DiNozzo: No. He thinks his name is Bobby. Don't you?
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Hospital: entrance
Bernadette Watson: You don't think your name is Bobby, do you, Nick?
Nick Perry: Shut up. Can't you see he's a cop? Hey, ER said Devon Watson was up here. He called his sister to pick him up.
Bernadette Watson: I'm his sister.
Carly Marcano: He hasn't gone into surgery.
Nick Perry: Surgery? For a broken leg?
Carly Marcano: It's a severe compound fracture.
Nick Perry: Put a splint on it.
Anthony DiNozzo: Is there a problem here, Carly?
Carly Marcano: I don't know. Do we have a problem?
Nick Perry: No problem. My girl's worried about her brother, that's all. Wants to see him.
Bernadette Watson: Yeah, can I see Dee?
Carly Marcano: That's up to Dr. Benoit.
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Jeanne Benoit: I need this stat.
Nurse: Sure.
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Hospital: entrance
Carly Marcano: This is Mr. Watson's sister, Dr. Benoit.
Bernadette Watson: Bernadette. But everybody calls me Bernie.
Jeanne Benoit: And you are?
Nick Perry: A friend.
Jeanne Benoit: Have a name... Friend?
Nick Perry: Nick.
Bernadette Watson: He thinks his name is Bobby.
Jeanne Benoit: Room 331. Ten minutes.
Bernadette Watson: I wanted to be a doctor. Um, but my dad...
Nick Perry: She doesn't want to hear about your life history, Bernie. I told you to keep your trap shut.
Bernadette Watson: Sorry.
Anthony DiNozzo: I didn't think doctors cleaned out urinals.
Jeanne Benoit: We draw the line at bedpans. Want to take a 15 minute break with me? We'll be in the cafeteria, Carly.
Carly Marcano: Okay, Doctor.
Jeanne Benoit: And clock that ten minutes.
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Hospital: cafeteria
Jeanne Benoit: What's with you calling that loser Bobby?
Anthony DiNozzo: Well, he was doing DeNiro in the elevator. You know, like, you talkin' to me? You talkin' to me?! So I called him Bobby.
Jeanne Benoit: Sometimes you are so juvenile.
Anthony DiNozzo: Yes, but it makes me loveable.
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Hospital: Room 331
Bernadette Watson: You don't look so good, Dee.
Devon Watson: I don't feel so good, Bernie.
Bernadette Watson: Does it hurt?
Nick Perry: Shut up, Bernie. You got to get out of here.
Devon Watson: Man, they won't let me out.
Nick Perry: They can't keep you. All you got to do is sign a release.
Devon Watson: What... What about my leg?
Nick Perry: We'll fix it later.
Devon Watson: I can't walk.
Nick Perry: That's why they make the chairs with those, you know, things that go round.
Bernadette Watson: Oh, wheelchairs!
Devon Watson: I'm really scared, man. I'm feeling really cold, Nick. I think I might be leaking.
Nick Perry: Be cool, Dee, be cool. You're not leaking.
Devon Watson: Don't let me die here, man.
Bernadette Watson: You're not going to die, honey.
Devon Watson: I got to tell somebody. I've got to tell somebody.
Nick Perry: No, no... You're not going to tell anybody nothing!
Bernadette Watson: Stop! Stop it, Nick! You're killing him!
Nick Perry: Shut up.
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Hospital: cafeteria
Jeanne Benoit: I hope this stops by morning. I want you to see the house in sunshine.
Anthony DiNozzo: It leaks.
Jeanne Benoit: No, it doesn't leak.
Anthony DiNozzo: It has bats. Bats don't come out in the sunshine. I hate bats... Ever since I saw Dracula.
Jeanne Benoit: You're chickening out on me, aren't you? After you promised?
Anthony DiNozzo: Did I say Scout's honor? Wow, you drive a hard bargain. Okay. Yes, I want to see the house. Just as long as seeing doesn't necessarily mean buying.
Jeanne Benoit: No, of course it doesn't. I just want you to give it some serious consideration.
Anthony DiNozzo: You can count on that. Especially after last night. I think that, uh, you deserve... I'm sorry, that was you last night, right? With the mask and the strange headgear?
Jeanne Benoit: Code blue.
Anthony DiNozzo: Code blue.
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Hospital: Room 331
Annie Hayes: Hang in there, Devon. You're going to be okay. Got the pulse ox.
Jeanne Benoit: What do we have?
Annie Hayes: Blood pressure 80/40. Heart 150. Don't need that drug panel now.
Carly Marcano: Where's the crash cart?
Annie Hayes: Coming in.
Jeanne Benoit: Carly and I have him. Annie, two milligram Naloxone I.V. push.
Annie Hayes: Got it. Two milligrams I.V. Push. Lungs are clear. Pupils are pinpoint and un-reactive. B.P. 75/35, Heart rate 160.
Jeanne Benoit: EKG leads. Okay, lift him on three. B.P. 65/35. Heart rate's 175.
Carly Marcano: EKG leads in place. He's in V-tach.
Jeanne Benoit: How'd he go sour so fast?
Anthony DiNozzo: He flew in from Caracas three hours ago. He's probably body-packing heroin. The bags must have burst.
Annie Hayes: We've got V-fib.
Carly Marcano: He's stopped breathing.
Jeanne Benoit: Damn. Start bagging him. Charge to 360.
Annie Hayes: Still in V-fib. Should I give him an amp of epi?
Jeanne Benoit: Not till we shock him.
Annie Hayes: Still in V-fib. No pressure, no pulse.
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Hospital: waiting room
Jeanne Benoit: I'm sorry, Ms. Watson.
Bernadette Watson: Me, too.
Nick Perry: Where's he taking him?
Jeanne Benoit: Hospital morgue.
Nick Perry: We pick him up there?
Jeanne Benoit: No, you do not pick him up there.
Nick Perry: Sign it, Bernie.
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Hospital: entrance
Annie Hayes: How's Carly?
Anthony DiNozzo: Not bad considering she saw the Angel of Death.
Annie Hayes: What did this one look like?
Anthony DiNozzo: Shirley Temple.
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Hospital: waiting room
Jeanne Benoit: I don't like losing patients. If your brother had told us he was body-packing drugs, we might have saved him. Or if you had told us.
Nick Perry: I don't know what's in Dee's gut, Doc... And neither do you. Now... Where do we pick up his body?
Jeanne Benoit: City morgue after he's been autopsied.
Nick Perry: We don't need an autopsy.
Jeanne Benoit: I do.
Nick Perry: Come on, we got to get out of here... Suck it up, Bernie!
Bernadette Watson: You got to get me somethin', Nick. I'm gettin' too shaky to walk.
Nick Perry: Pharmacy downstairs. I'll get cough syrup with codeine.
Bernadette Watson: That ain't gonna help much.
Nick Perry: Never pimp a junkie.
Bernadette Watson: I ain't a junkie!
Nick Perry: Then walk out of here!
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Hospital: entrance
Jeanne Benoit: He knew Devon was body-packing and said nothing.
Anthony DiNozzo: Well, he didn't want to lose his shipment.
Jeanne Benoit: That makes him an accessory.
Anthony DiNozzo: Yeah? How could you prove that, Jeanne?
Jeanne Benoit: I don't know, but I can't just let him walk out of here.
Annie Hayes: Dr. Benoit, you don't want to get involved.
Jeanne Benoit: I am involved, Annie. That boy didn't have to die.
Annie Hayes: No, but that is not your fault.
Anthony DiNozzo: Jeanne, the coroner's going to do an autopsy. He's going to find the drugs, notify narcotics. What more can you do than that?
Jeanne Benoit: I don't know... I feel so damn helpless!
Annie Hayes: They're all like that the first year. At least the good ones. It takes a little while to get calluses.
Anthony DiNozzo: I don't know if Jeanne ever will, Annie.
Annie Hayes: Love.
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Hospital: elevator
Nick Perry: You pushed the wrong button!
Bernadette Watson: Sorry.
Bill: What are you doing down here?
Nick Perry: Pushed the wrong button... Morgue down here?
Bill: Why?
Nick Perry: Bernie might want to take a last look at her brother.
Bill: Morgue's closed... There's no one down here, anyway.
Nick Perry: Her brother's here.
Bill: I don't think that's funny.
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NCIS: Squad room
Timothy McGee: Hey, boss, what's up?
Leroy Jehtro Gibbs: There's a letter on your desk... Sign it.
Timothy McGee: What is it?
Leroy Jehtro Gibbs: Just sign it, Tim... It's a get out of jail free card.
Timothy McGee: Boss, why would I need such a card?
Leroy Jehtro Gibbs: Because you're going to hack into the CIA.
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NCIS: Abby's lab
Abigael Scuito: Wake up! Wake up! Wake up! Wake up! Okay, I know you guys have been working really hard lately, and I promised that you could have the weekend off, but this sounds like an emergency, so I need everybody to get those electrons flowing! If anybody is not up to it, I need to know now, not when the Director arrives... Something's wrong... Ready.
Jennifer Shepard: Thanks for coming in on such short notice, Abby.
Abigael Scuito: Neither rain, nor snow, nor sleet, nor hail will keep this scientist from her appointed rounds.
Jennifer Shepard: Nice. You've adopted what the post office has forgotten.
Abigael Scuito: Did you climb the Eiffel Tower?
Jennifer Shepard: No.
Abigael Scuito: No? How can you be in Paris and not climb the Eiffel Tower?!
Jennifer Shepard: I want to know whose fingerprints are on these. Chain of evidence is not important... I'll be in my office.
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NCIS: Squad room
Timothy McGee: Boss, you were right. The order to polygraph came from Homeland Security's Assistant Director for Infrastructure Protection. But it didn't originate from there. I traced into his IMAP account using an encryption algorithm developed... You're not really interested in how I did this, are you?
Leroy Jehtro Gibbs: Nope, I'm not.
Timothy McGee: Okay, well, the order went from Homeland Security to China, then Kurdistan. It went through a secondary server in India to the island of Cypress. Then through Puerto Rico. Where it followed a bank line back to D.C. and...
Leroy Jehtro Gibbs: CIA.
Timothy McGee: Specifically, their National Clandestine Service. It went in and out of a maze of incoming and outgoing Black Op chatter. All encrypted. That's where I lost it. But I found it again... It's part of a Black Op. It's code-named Lodestone. Running out of the CIA section for Weapons Control and Arms Proliferation.
Leroy Jehtro Gibbs: The Frog.
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René Benoit's jet
René Benoit: Who do I have to thank for this?
Trent Kort: A former FBI agent.
René Benoit: You're very resourceful, Kort.
Trent Kort: I try.
René Benoit: So you've recorded their conversations?
Trent Kort: No.
René Benoit: No? Why? You didn't want to intrude on their privacy?
Trent Kort: I didn't think it was necessary.
René Benoit: No? Why was that?
Trent Kort: I only needed photos for leverage.
René Benoit: This DiNozzo is married?
Trent Kort: No.
René Benoit: Then how did you intend to gain leverage? You intend to harm her?
Trent Kort: Only threaten.
René Benoit: He loves her?
Trent Kort: DiNozzo... He's a player. Never with a skirt more than a few weeks.
René Benoit: That's too bad. A man in love could be persuaded... To do almost anything.
Trent Kort: DiNozzo's a white hat. He won't want to see her harmed.
René Benoit: Have you not noticed, Kort? I like white hats.
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Hospital: entrance
Jeanne Benoit: Shirley Temple looked through the door...
Carly Marcano: Shirley Temple? I didn't say Shirley Temple. Who is Shirley Temple?
Anthony DiNozzo: A child star from the 1930s with curly blonde hair.
Carly Marcano: Well, you saw him. If you say he looked like Shirley Temple, he looked like Shirley Temple.
Anthony DiNozzo: I didn't see him, Carly.
Carly Marcano: The Angel was standing right behind you.
Annie Hayes: Your Angel of Death... Wandered away from her mother in ICU. They flew in from Paris to see their grandfather who stroked. Security's been searching the hospital for an hour. If you see the Angel of Death again, her name is Sarah.
Jeanne Benoit: It's just a lost little girl, Carly.
Carly Marcano: If you say so, Doctor.
Anthony DiNozzo: All right, well, I will see you in the morning. I gotta go.
Jeanne Benoit: I'll be out at 7:00.
Anthony DiNozzo: And if you see a hooded skeleton, duck.
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Bill: Dr. Benoit. That addict and her pimp were down in the basement asking about the morgue.
Jeanne Benoit: You didn't let them stay there?
Bill: Of course not. I made them return with me to the ground floor.
Jeanne Benoit: They leave the hospital?
Bill: They went into the pharmacy. I had to return the gurney to the ER, but I got a feeling they're going to try again.
Jeanne Benoit: Thanks, Bill. Annie, call Security. Ask them to meet me in the morgue.
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Hospital: elevator
Anthony DiNozzo: Miss me already?
Jeanne Benoit: Our grieving couple may be in the morgue.
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Hospital: morgue
Nick Perry: Damn. They never make it easy... He's not in the cabinet, Bernie.
Bernadette Watson: I drank the cough syrup and it ain't doing nothing.
Nick Perry: No drugs in a morgue, dummy. You want a fix... Find your brother.
Bernadette Watson: Nick.
Nick Perry: Hi ya, Dee.
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Hospital: hallway
Anthony DiNozzo: Hey! Jeanne.
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Hospital: morgue
Bernadette Watson: He's still warm.
Nick Perry: That's 'cause he hasn't had time to cool. Have you, Dee?
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Hospital: hallway
Anthony DiNozzo: Jeanne, slow down.
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Hospital: morgue
Bernadette Watson: Is it...?
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Hospital: hallway
Anthony DiNozzo: Jeanne, hey. You trying to get yourself killed? He's at least got a knife in there.
Jeanne Benoit: I will not let him butcher her brother in front of her.
Anthony DiNozzo: Keep your voice down.
Jeanne Benoit: Those drugs are in 25 feet of intestines. He doesn't know where to cut. He'll make a gory mess she'll never get out of her head.
Anthony DiNozzo: Get behind me.
Jeanne Benoit: Why?
Anthony DiNozzo: Because I tell you to... Haven't got a weapon on you by any chance, have you?
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Bar
Ziva David: I have a funny feeling, Doctor.
Donald Mallard: It's the tequila, my dear. You've had three shooters just in the time I've been here.
Ziva David: Straight to voice mail. Just like always when he's with her.
Donald Mallard: Tony?
Ziva David: What?
Donald Mallard: Nothing.
Ziva David: Oh, no, no, no. That look was definitely something.
Donald Mallard: Well, why do you monitor Tony?
Ziva David: I don't monitor Tony.
Donald Mallard: Oh, yes, you do, my dear, like a mother with her toddler.
Ziva David: That's a good description.
Donald Mallard: Or a woman with a wayward lover.
Ziva David: Ducky... Do not profile me... I'm not a killer. Correction... I have killed before, but never feloniously.
Donald Mallard: Ziva, it's Friday night... Tony is with his girlfriend and you are worried about him... What does that tell you?
Ziva David: He is my partner. And my partner said he would be here. And... And I have this... Not so good feeling.
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Hospital: morgue
Bernadette Watson: I didn't find nothing.
Nick Perry: The way you're shaking, you couldn't find a shotgun. Let's see... You called Security, Doc? Of course you did. Call 'em off... I said call 'em off.
Jeanne Benoit: You haven't done anything that can't be forgotten.
Anthony DiNozzo: Do what he says, Jeanne.
Jeanne Benoit: Why? They can leave now, and we'll forget this ever happened.
Nick Perry: Would you do that?
Jeanne Benoit: Yes... Tony...
Nick Perry: Will you forget now? That's what I thought. Call off Security... Put it on the speaker.
Jackson: Security. Jackson.
Jeanne Benoit: This is Dr. Benoit in the morgue.
Jackson: Oh, sorry, Doctor. I'll have a man there in a minute. We're just stretched thin looking for that little girl.
Jeanne Benoit: You can recall him. It was a false alarm.
Jackson: Okay. Can I have your hospital I.D. number please?
Jeanne Benoit: 766.
Jackson: Thank you, Dr. Benoit.
Bernadette Watson: Is a little girl lost?
Jeanne Benoit: More than one.
Nick Perry: Surgery first, Doc.
Jeanne Benoit: No.
Nick Perry: No?
Jeanne Benoit: I help him first.
Nick Perry: You're a slow learner, Doc.
Jeanne Benoit: I called off Security. I help him, then... I help you... If that's not good enough, shoot me.
Bernadette Watson: Don't hurt her, Nick.
Jeanne Benoit: Tony? Tony? Can you sit up?
Anthony DiNozzo: No, I'm up.
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NCIS: Squad room
Timothy McGee: Someone is looking at me.
Leroy Jehtro Gibbs: It's the cleaning crew.
Timothy McGee: No, on the computer. I got to shut down my UPD port... I don't think it penetrated my firewall.
Leroy Jehtro Gibbs: What the hell is it?
Timothy McGee: It's a botagent. It's probably one of the CIA's. Botagent... Short for robotic agent. Designed to crawl the Internet looking for snoopers like us.
Leroy Jehtro Gibbs: This for real?
Timothy McGee: Oh, yeah, boss. If this had penetrated my firewall, it could have downloaded my hard drive. The CIA would have all our data, and know we were onto Lodestone.
Leroy Jehtro Gibbs: Can you kill it?
Timothy McGee: No, though I could build a mirror to my firewall, so that when it looks in, it could just see itself.
Leroy Jehtro Gibbs: How long?
Timothy McGee: Too long. Or I could use another computer... Boss, just one thing...
Leroy Jehtro Gibbs: There's always just one thing, McGee.
Timothy McGee: A really smart botagent won't just sit on my computer. It'll look for my search patterns on the Internet.
Leroy Jehtro Gibbs: This is like tracking a dirtbag, McGee. You stake out his house. You put out a BOLO. Keep tabs on the girl.
Timothy McGee: Never thought of it that way.
Leroy Jehtro Gibbs: Start a new search.
Timothy McGee: Okay. What am I looking for?
Leroy Jehtro Gibbs: The girlfriend... Jenny Shepard... When you look at me like that, McGee, I get this overwhelming urge to head slap you.
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NCIS: Abby's lab
Abigael Scuito: I am going to get... A ding... Now!.. You guys are doing this because it's the weekend. And you think if you just stall, then I'll give up and I'll finish the search on Monday, but that is not going to happen.
Jennifer Shepard: Abby... You worry me.
Abigael Scuito: Oh, they know I'm just, you know, talking to them to pass the time. Because at this point, the fingerprint match is totally up to AFIS. Right, guys? Right, guys? I'm just joshing you, Director.
Jennifer Shepard: I spoiled your Friday night.
Abigael Scuito: Oh, you know, I was just hanging at the bar. And I probably would have been completely passed out by now if I'd stayed.
Jennifer Shepard: Joshing me again?
Abigael Scuito: No... Yes.
Jennifer Shepard: How many prints?
Abigael Scuito: Two sets. He poured with his left hand and held the glass with his right.
Jennifer Shepard: Left-handed?
Abigael Scuito: Or ambidextrous. I can pour with either hand. I can tell you he's not military. AFIS would have gotten a match on anyone on active duty by now.
Jennifer Shepard: What if he was retired?
Abigael Scuito: Covered them, too.
Jennifer Shepard: Dead?
Abigael Scuito: Dead? You said this wasn't a case.
Jennifer Shepard: It's not. I want you to expand the search to include servicemen alive prior to '95.
Abigael Scuito: Okay.
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Hospital: morgue
Jeanne Benoit: I don't see any signs of concussion.
Anthony DiNozzo: I've been hit harder by my sister.
Jeanne Benoit: You don't have a sister.
Anthony DiNozzo: I don't?
Bernadette Watson: Nick...
Nick Perry: Enough playing, Doctor.
Anthony DiNozzo:Do it. I don't want you to get hurt.
Nick Perry: Let's go... Half K of pure horse in here, Doc.
Jeanne Benoit: I'm no surgeon.
Nick Perry: I'm not asking you to save a life, Doc... Maybe I am.
Bernadette Watson: Come on, come on, come on!
Nick Perry: Quit stalling. He doesn't have AIDS.
Jeanne Benoit: That's not what the mask's for.
Nick Perry: What's it for?
Jeanne Benoit: Turn around, Bernie.
Bernadette Watson: Please hurry.
Nick Perry: Why the mask?
Jeanne Benoit: Tell her to turn around.
Nick Perry: Do it, Bernie.
Jeanne Benoit: The mask is to protect me from disease spread by airborne particles released when I open him up.
Nick Perry: No more stalling.
Jeanne Benoit: Devon died bringing this to you. Want it?
Nick Perry: What the hell do you think? Bitch!
Gunshot
Anthony DiNozzo: Next one's in your ear. Drop it... You okay?
Jeanne Benoit: Not really.
Anthony DiNozzo: Oh, God.
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NCIS: squad room
Leroy Jehtro Gibbs: Who's this?
Timothy McGee: It's uh, Director's father... Colonel Jasper Shepard. You don't know him?
Leroy Jehtro Gibbs: She never talked family.
Timothy McGee: It's like you.
Leroy Jehtro Gibbs: She has his eyes. He still alive?
Timothy McGee: Deceased. Suicide, 12 years ago.
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Outside the hospital
Annie Hayes: There she goes.
Carly Marcano: Who?
Annie Hayes: Sarah. Security found her sleeping in the delivery room.
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Jeanne Benoit: You should be under observation for 24 hours.
Anthony DiNozzo: Whatever doctor orders... What's this?
Jeanne Benoit: My secret.
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Limo
Jeanne Benoit: Bonjour, Papa.
René Benoit: Bonjour, ma fille. So this must be Anthony DiNardo... Welcome to the family, Professeur.
