All language subtitles for NCIS.S01E03.Sea.Dog.WEB-DL.x264-LeRalouf

What, you hear that?

Yeah. I've always dug the '80s.

Hey, turn the music back on!

Hey! Shut up, shut up!

Hear that?

Sounds like fireworks.

I don't see any.

That's gunfire!

Well, whatever it was,
it's over now.

Not yet!

Look out!

There's no one in it.

Fireworks, my ass.

It's all shot up.

NCIS
Season 01 Episode 03

Sea Dogs
== resynced by Brach_Movic aka GilangPC ==

Hey.

Morning.

- How was your weekend?
- What have we got?

So much for small talk.

Car crash in Quantico last night.
No fatalities. / Next.

Petty officer caught shoplifting
at bloomingdale's.

Is there anything worth over 50
grand at bloomingdale's, DiNozzo?

I don't think so.

Then why would we handle it?
Next.

Uh, I heard a rumor about an
ecstasy ring at Lejeune.

You heard a rumor?

He's been searching for a case,
any case since I came in.

All agents not working active cases are

to attend a sexual harassment lecture

at the NCIS human resource
training center 09:30 hours today.

I cannot sit through another one of those.

I will shoot myself.

You mean, they actually train
you guys how to harass?

Hey, I'm kidding.

Except for Tony.

At the last time, Kate, I was only
trying to get my seat belt on.

Right. Seat belt.

Yeah. Gibbs.

Okay, we're on it.

A dead navy commander just
washed up on a north virginia beach.

Yes!

Shotgun.

I hate when she does that.

Sergeant Linn. L, i...?

L, i, n, n. No e.

Gibbs. NCIS.

Well, it's about time you guys showed up.

We've been running between
the body and his boat all night long.

Boat crashed ashore right in
the middle of a beach blanket bingo.

Hard to believe...

a navy commander would be
mixed up in stuff like this.

Stuff like what?

Drug running.

DEA's working two dead drug dealers

three miles north of here at fort story.

Three miles up the beach, and
you tied it to the commander?

They're all shot up.

So is his boat.

Got to be a connection.

And you are?

Diane fontaine,
WXEK news.

I'd like to ask you some
questions... / DiNozzo!

Yeah.

Escort Ms. Fontaine off our
crime scene, please.

Ms. Fontaine.

Let's go, guys.

Sergeant, uh, Linn, is it?

You in the habit of convicting people
before the investigation starts?

- What? Hey... no. I...
- What have we got, Gibbs?

Commander's wallet with
this sergeant's prints.

You removed a wallet from
a body

without gloves?

I had to get the vic's name.

He's not a vic.

He's a victim.

Where did you learn crime scene
procedure, watching kojak reruns?

Okay, now just hold on there. I...

- Duck, I'll see you at the crime scene.
- And what else did you do to my body, hmm?

All right, let's start at the beginning.

Now tell me what you did
when you got here, from the top.

Looks like a herd of elephants
went through here.

Ah, just one fat local leo.

Hey, Kate, bag this.
I'll do the photos.

Tony told me what to do.

Tony doesn't tell you
what to do. I do.

Your elephant said the
commander's boat got shot up.

Why don't you grab an extra kit
from the truck and work that scene?

By myself?

You need help?

No. I got it.

Hey, and have it towed back
to the garage when you're done.

And get the witness reports
while you're at it.

I need more assignments
like that, boss.

Did you get her number?

Oh, yeah.

You think he was shot or drowned?

Well, either way, he's dead.

It's too bad.

Good guy.

He got you out of that sexual
harassment lecture.

I'd rather be at the lecture.

That man is an imbecile.

He shouldn't be a school crossing
guard. Here, move.

Haven't heard you this pissed

since you shoved that french
flic off a cliff, duck.

What, you shoved a french cop over a cliff?

There was a lake below.

60 feet below.

Duck, this crime scene's a mess.
Can we move the body?

Why not?

The imbecile obviously has.

Let's turn him over, see if
he was shot in the back.

Guess we can rule out
accidental drowning.

Oh, my friend,

even if you'd survived the water,

you would never have walked again.

The DEA found a couple
of bodies up at

fort story that might be tied to this.

At least they know not to
contaminate a crime scene.

Hey, you two, clean this up bag him,

and meet us up there.

Well, it gives you a warm
feeling, doesn't it?

What?

Knowing Gibbs trusts us
with a contaminated crime scene.

Come on, man, let's
get him out of here.

This must be him.

Special agent Gibbs?

Yeah.

Sergeant Linn radioed you were coming.

- Agent Ken fuller, DEA.
- How are you?

This is captain Bradstone, Army CID.

Our M.E., Dr. Mallard.

Agent Fuller, captain.

Looks like your navy man fell
in with a bad crowd.

Oh, Gibbs, this scene is pristine.

We're not amateurs.

Who says they're connected?

How many guys you know go out
fishing in the middle of the night?

Me.

Well, I guarantee you,
these two guys didn't.

They meet up with cargo ships
off the coast to bring in coke.

Where's their boat?

A drug war going on.

I figure they got jacked
for the boat and the coke.

Captain, is CID working
this crime scene?

M.E.'s not available till tomorrow.

And since this may have something
to do with your navy officer,

the army has no objection
to NCIS and DEA working it.

- Just send us all your reports.
- Yep. Thanks, captain.

It's okay to touch, Duck?

You have my permission.

How many drug dealers you know
dump the bodies and the cash?

Thanks for waiting, guys.

Chain of custody, Kate.

You had to stay with the boat.

I'm not stupid, Gibbs.

Never said you were.

I didn't have to ride in the tow
truck with that boat now did I?

You do this to all the newbies,
or just the females?

Do we look like sexists?

Ask me who's buried in grant's tomb.
It's a tougher question.

Okay, okay, fun's over.

Give me the highlights.

Nine students from UVA
were having a beach party.

Around 02:30, they heard what they first

thought was fireworks out on the water.

Gunfire.

Good guess, Tony.

The whaler had six holes in its stern,
two in the engine housing.

Commander was running.

Probably from a larger boat
they heard race up the coast.

About 15 seconds later,

the mary celeste came roaring out
of the dark and onto the beach.

- Scared the hell out of them.
- What did you find on the boat?

Fishing gear, bait, coffee thermos,
ham sandwich.

I logged everything, sent it to Abby.

No drugs?

No.

Is there a drug connection?

DEA thinks so.

Two dealers floated ashore
last night at fort story.

Aerated.

Well, there were no drugs on the whaler.

You sure?

I knew a granny in baltimore
hid a kilo of H in her horse's rectum.

No horse on the boat, Tony.

We working a joint investigation
with the DEA?

Yup. Ducky's got all three bodies
in autopsy,

- and Abby's drying the money.
- Money?

The dealers were found with fanny
packs stuffed with wet franklins.

Well, I got to see those bills.

Why?

I did work for the secret service.

We tend to get all hot and bothered
over large sums of hundred dollar bills.

Is that what does it for you?

What does it for me, Tony,

is a mystery that you will never solve.

I know the answer.

Grant.

Why do I feel like a high school principal?

I don't know, boss.

If those college kids are right,

whoever shot the commander

ran into the chesapeake
or up the maryland coast.

Find out which.

I'm on it.

The south pacific has a number
of different refreshments.

I remember one... where was it?

New guinea or timor?
Whatever the case,

the natives had this
delightfully refreshing drink.

It wasn't till years later I discovered

it was made from a mixture of rum punch

and water buffalo urine.

To Abby, please, Gerald.

They'd never seen a white man, and
my life was in jeopardy until...

I've got to report in.

Oh, there, there's a phone over there.

Oh, well.

Oh, you'll enjoy this, commander.

As I was saying,

my life was in jeopardy

until I cured the chief's wife
of a terrible yeast infection.

I can see why you don't talk much.

I'm sorry. Did you say something?

Commander Farrell, a navy ROTC
instructor at hampton roads,

was found on north virginia beach
this morning

near the bodies of two
alleged drug dealers.

Commander Farrell,
a founder of urban lights,

a night basketball
anti-drug program,

may have been involved
in smuggling

illegal drugs into the norfolk area.

Expressing shock and outrage,

a community center
spokes person said

the urban lights basketball
program will

be suspended on all norfolk
community courts...

You gonna kick our asses out?

Nope.

You 5-0, ain't you?

Sort of.

Sort of?

Yeah, right. I smell bacon.

Big fence to climb over.

Not if you got hops.

What you want, one time?

Get this lock off the gate.

Shouldn't have to hop a fence
to play some basketball.

You got heat to do something about it?

Maybe you do.

We did.

That you did.

It'd be better with lights.

Answer me one question.

Get the right answer,

you have my word these lights
will get back on.

Shoot, 5-0.

Slow up, bobby.

What you mean, right answer?

Give me the wrong answer,

I can't help you.

Get out of here, Fed.

What are you doing, bruh?

He's a narc, man.

He's trying to get us
to say seadog was dealing.

So, tell the bacon what he wants to hear

if it gets us our light back.

I not diming on seadog.

Man, he's six below.

- He won't know.
- Yo, I will.

Man...

you too old to hop wire.

You want the question?

I know the question.

You not gonna like the answer.

I will if it's the truth.

Yo, we could lie.

How you gonna know, Fed?

I'll know.

For the 1990 to '96 series,

treasury introduced micro-printing

as a counter measure against
computer printers and copiers.

Good enough to stop high school kids

but not rogue countries and a few
of the world's top forgers.

It's got one, tiny flaw.

I'll be damned.

What?

You'd think a man that can find heroin
in a horse's ass could find this.

You reached into a horse's ass?

I had a glove on.

United states.
What's wrong with that?

Read it, again.

Untied states.
Oh, so the forger was dyslexic.

Not just the forger.

Who would pay drug runners
with counterfeit money?

I know you don't want
to hear this, Gibbs,

but your commander could've
bought with bogus bills.

That's why they killed him.

Commander Farrell was not dealing drugs.

Tony, where did you find
that boat was headed

when they dumped the two bodies?

Well, according to the tide charts,

since the bodies washed up at fort story,

the boat had to be entering the bay.

Well, that narrows it down.

Even if we knew the marina

we still don't have a name
or description of the boat.

Well, let's talk to someone who does.

Can you pull in the boss
of the dead drug runners?

Trujillo?

Sure, for as long as it takes him
to get his lawyers down here.

Bring in that dirtbag that
runs the rival gang, too.

These aren't a couple of sailors
caught buying grass.

These are pros. They won't tell you
the name of their mothers.

No offense, but maybe you just don't
use the right tone of voice with them.

Bring them in.

Anybody at your old agency you can trust?

Trust to what?

Find out who forged these notes
and where they've been circulating.

Shouldn't be a problem.

Without telling their boss.

Is that a problem?

Gee, now why would that be a problem?

- Great.
- What are you doing?

Communicating.

Abby signs?

Yeah. Yeah, her parents were deaf.

Where'd you learn?

She just said that the AK-47
round that killed the commander

came from the same weapon that
killed our two drug dealers.

Yeah, why didn't she just
come out and say that?

Hey, thank you.

That was fun, Gibbs.
You still got the touch.

Ooh, she's got more.

I picked up GSR on the smugglers' hands.

Their weapons were fired really recently.

The commander's was clean.

They said seadog didn't deal.

Seadog?

Who's seadog?

So, did you get that reporter's
number? Then just talk.

Gibbs.

See if she's available for lunch.

Love to. Can I expense it?

No. But, I will.

How do you sign I should have known.

You kick me off the beach
and now you play the gentleman.

- You must want something real bad.
- Oh, yeah.

Bubbles okay?

Fine.

The panini here reminds me of naples.

Ah, no bread.

I'm on tv, remember?

So, is it true the camera
puts ten pounds on you?

Five in my case.

What do you want, agent Gibbs?

Jethro.

You're kidding.

No.

Um...

I have a nice lunch.

- Get to you a little.
- Ah, here it comes.

Tell you a story.

Jethro.

Commander Farrell's old news.

I'm onto fresher bodies.

Aren't you interested
in getting it right?

I am. my producer isn't.

He's interested in ratings.

At the price of a man's reputation?

I didn't report anything that
wasn't told to me by the cops.

You didn't dig deeper.

I couldn't.

You threw me out.

What if I let you in?

How was lunch?

They here yet?

Downstairs, waiting.

You're not going to tell
me about lunch, are you?

No.

You should wash your hands
with soap for saying that.

Special agent Gibbs.

Frank Trujillo and Darryl Wilkins
as requested.

Over here.

Is that a glimmer of recognition
I just saw?

It seems these two belong to you.

Well, good.
I can slide, right?

Not if you killed them.

Never scuffed anyone in my life.

I'm the only one not finding
anything funny here. You know why?

This naval commander

didn't die a natural
death or fighting for his country.

He died in a cross fire
between you two dirtbags.

I want my lawyer.

This was found on these
two boys in the cooler.

It's counterfeit.

Comes from a foreign government
known to support terrorism.

That makes you two dirtbags suspected

enemy combatants under the patriot act.

Tony, read them their rights.

Put them on the first
navy transport to Gitmo.

You do not have the right
to remain silent.

You do not have the right
to an attorny.

Gibbs, we don't know
who counterfeited that money.

Even if it does come from a country
friendly to terrorists,

you can't send them to gitmo.

They're U.S. citizens.

Do you understand these rights
you don't have?

Watch me.

Your bluff worked.

Trujillo wants to talk.

He really believed you'd
ship him off to gitmo.

The secret of a good bluff, agent Fuller.

is not to bluff.

The two men on ice are brothers.

Jesus and Carlos garcia.
They run two of my boats.

Fishing's been poor lately 'cause of...

poachers in my waters.

Your waters?

You own the oceans, Frank?

So, I kept my boats in port

until our, uh... little dispute...

could be settled.

I can recommend a federal mediator.

Sorry. Couldn't resist.
You were saying...

Yesterday, I learned that
the Garcia brothers

took one of my boats out sunday night,

and never came back.

Without asking you, Jefe?

Si. Sin mi permiso.

You ain't balling no more
when your marks don't ask, Frank.

Callate, tonto, okay?

You can ride out with
that salsa spit, okay?

Believe that, Darryl?

There's no way he wouldn't come
with the real in front of my grille.

Real in front of my grille.

I got to remember that.

You know what that tells me?

As far as you were concerned,

that boat was Trujillo's,

fishing in disputed waters.

I mean, I wasn't hip till
this narc dragged me down here.

Swear on my seeds, okay?

We ain't whacked them.

He's not lying to you.

He didn't kill them.

Yeah, this is good, Tony.

Oh, it's good.

You got two rival dirtbags
vouching for each other.

You think Garcia chartered Frank's boat

out to some sports fishermen from iowa?

Would they want to do anything legal?

Nope, nope.

They were probably hauling drug smugglers.

Or illegals.

Or running guns.

We miss any potential charters?

I told you everything I know.

Can I go now...

Por favor?

Yeah, sure...

Once we have the boat.

Help me out here, Darryl.

He's got GPS locators
in all his boats.

Now, why didn't you tell us that, Frank?

I like to handle my own problems.

Not this time.

This one is ours.

May I use your phone?

Yep.

What's the name of the boat?

Can Tony sniff for drugs now?

Tony?

Some coincidence, huh?

Deck's been hosed,
but there's blood residue.

Get me some swabs, DiNozzo.
I'll start the cabin.

He's a real stud.

He's neutered.

Oh, Holy hell!

What kind of engine's in this thing?

Drug runner special.
Blown 502 putting out 800 horses.

Main cabin's a mess.

Blood stains, bullet holes...

found some bloody bandages on the bunks.

One of them's hurting.

Can I search for drugs?

We're just getting started.

What you can do is check
with the marina office.

See if they paid a mooring fee.

Strike out at that,

start canvassing the marina
and find out someone...

Gibbs, I'm a federal agent.
I know who and what to ask.

I keep forgetting you're not a dog walker.

Oh... that's very funny.

Come on, Tony.

Whoa.

They should've hosed down in here.

They did just enough to avoid attracting
attention of someone walking by.

We're going to be bagging
and tagging for hours.

If I only had the time.

- What?
- You got the time?

My watch is slow.

You going somewhere, DiNozzo?

Yeah.

Back to work.

Caitlin.

Glad you could make it, Marcy.

I didn't go over to the dark side.

Sorry.

So, how's it feel not wearing a suit?

I think a bit like mom felt
when she burned her bra.

Where'd you get those serial numbers, Kate?

I stumbled upon some bogus
bills on a drug case.

Ah. The navy commander who was
dealing to the kids at urban lights?

Well, we don't think he was, Marcy.

Teach me to believe the news.

NCIS have the bogus bills?

65,000 worth of franklins.

You able to trace them?

Yes, we were.

We?

Sorry, Kate.

You know better than to ask anyone
to slip you info on something like this.

We had to involve the FBI.

Agent Todd,

I see you've joined the cowboys.

Nothing from the marina office,

but Jenny and Nancy
were very helpful.

Jenny and Nancy?

The girls on the sloop over there.

They're sailing that beauty
all the way down

the intracoastal waterway to
miami for her owner.

All the way to miami...

They're going to be there by the time
you tell me how they were helpful.

When they docked yesterday,
there was someone on this boat.

Did you get a description?

Late 20s, glasses, short hair.

Gay or low on testosterone.
They waved.

He ignored them. / No way.

That's what I said.

What did they say?

Guy had a couple of cell phones.

When he wasn't making calls,
he was working a laptop...

then, about 1:00, Jenny started
grilling some prawns.

By the way, they're aussies.

Aussies. I love auss...

so, uh, Jenny was grilling prawns?

Saw a white van pull up here.

The guy with the glasses was really
excited to see the driver.

She said they hugged a lot.

Gay.

Describe the driver?

Same look as glasses,
without the glasses.

They brought some heavy suitcases
from the boat to the van,

then they helped a third guy
with a bandaged leg to the van.

He must've been in the cabin
the whole time.

Then they drove off.

Anything more on the van,
other than the color?

Nope. I tried.

All they could remember
was that it was white.

Can Tony sniff the boat, now?

It's all yours.

It sure is.

What's that?

Asset forfeiture notice.

Don't you have to find drugs first?

I used to worry about rules like that.

Then I met you guys.

Come on, Tony, up.

All right, good boy. Hold on.

I'm telling you, boss...

aussie chicks, definitely
different than american chicks.

A guy's even got to approach
them differently.

I'd have gotten more than the
color of the van out of them.

I know I'm going to
regret this, DiNozzo...

but follow up on Fuller's interview.

Hey.

Anything from your friend?

Yep.

You disappoint me, Kate.

Me, too, Gibbs.

I thought she knew better
than to trade down.

Oh.

Is this yours?

You need to seriously rethink
your definition of the word friend.

If I were in Marcy's shoes,
I would have done the same thing.

Careful, agent Todd.

You're running out of job options.

Since I once again have the pleasure
of your company, agent Fornell,

We're into more than phony
franklins and dead drug dealers.

Much more.

Those serial numbers matched a batch

of bogus bills passed by 9/11 hijackers.

Your killers aren't drug dealers.

They're terrorists.

Since 9/11, the bureau's compiled

a worldwide terrorist database

incorporating files from over 70
foreign intelligence services.

Any prints lifted from that boat
left by known terrorists will get a hit.

Why didn't we have access
to this database, Charlie?

All you had to do was ask, Tom.

If your agent Fornell hadn't
been here to get us priority,

my feeling is I'd still be asking.

Perhaps I should leave him there?

I don't think that's necessary, Charlie.

Just hardwire us into
this terrorist database.

Sorry, Tom. We like to monitor
who's accessing our data.

How's it to keep a list like this
to yourself, Charlie?

I'm sure when our colleagues who
head the other agencies hear of this,

they're going to be
pounding on your door.

Oh, hell, why not?

We're all on the same team.
But Tom...

if any colleagues hear about this,

I'll pull your plug,

and NCIS priority will follow
the sandusky, ohio fire department.

Understood.

Thanks, Charlie.

Good luck.

I see where you cowboys
get your chutzpah.

How long to scan the entire database?

Don't know.

No one's ever done it.

Nothing like shrimp on the barby.

Only a yank would call them shrimp.
They're prawns.

They're prawns.

He sounds like a real okker,
doesn't he, Jen?

I reckon.

Okker?

The ridgy-didge.

I need a translator.

You'll get the drift.

Aren't you drinking, Tony?

I'd love to, but, uh...

I'm on duty.

Pretend I'm not here.

I know it's hard.

You were sipping wine

and uh, grilling sh.. prawns.

When the van showed up?

Aw, this is silly.

Re-enacting can jog your memory,

especially your sense of smell.

Come on, Nance.

Give it a go.

We put the prawns on the barby.

We toasted.

Cheers. / Cheers.

- You know him?
- No.

The name is Saudi.

- Same as most of the 9/11 hijackers.
- What's the red star?

Active case with a high priority.

He's one of the foreign terrorists
wanted for the UN bombing in baghdad.

Believed to have slipped out of Iraq
through Syria three weeks ago.

Where abouts unknown.

Not anymore.

It worked!

I had Jenny and Nancy grill some prawns.

They don't call them shrimp in australia.

sip a really nice chardonnay
with a wonderful bouquet.

I didn't drink...

just sniffed.

- What the hell's he ranting about?
- I should have known better.

No, no, no.

Boss, I had the girls do
exactly what they were doing

when the white panel van pulled in...

to jog their memory.
It worked!

They remembered the driver
was wearing a company uniform.

Water company? Phone company?

Jefferson power? Vantage cable?

Milkman? Breadman?

Hell, that white van could be
from any of a hundred

different commercial,
county or state outfits.

It's a start.

I'm not done.

I pulled this videotape
from the security camera

at the mobil station
on the road out of the marina.

Oh, that's really smart, Tony.

Any guy could have done it.

Guy?

Learn to shut up when you're ahead.

What time the girls say
they saw the van?

Ah, around 1300.

Are we submitting to
the sundance film festival?

Best terrorist film category.

Sweet.

So, if anyone's interested,

the only prints off the boat I could
match were the druggies in the cooler.

Not the commander?

Negatory.

We got a match on a terrorist.

You didn't tell me that.

Who could get a word in?

I ran those prints through the bureau.

I got nada.

You did not have access
to the full database.

You're holding out on us.

That is not nice.

Whoa! There it is. / Yep.

Run it back.

Jefferson power.

Damn it.
Can anybody read that number?

Eight, three, one.

They've gotta be going
after the power grid.

I found traces of c-4 in the stuff
you bagged on the boat.

Thank god.

They're just gonna
try to blow something up.

We've been sweating terrorists
hacking into

our power grid distribution software.

That could shut down half the country.

C-4 indicates a hard target.

a power plant, a substation,
distribution node,

which are all under tight security.

Which are about to get a hell
of a lot tighter.

There's a good chance that
driver works for jefferson power.

I hope he does.
We'll have them before sundown.

Terrorist alert.

A, P, B on Jefferson power company
van number eight, three, one.

I want to know where it's based,

who's driving it,
and I want it in five minutes.

Thanks.

You've all done a terrific job.

I feel like I just kissed my sister.

I didn't know you had a sister, Tony.

I don't. I was fantasizing.

I need music to do that.

Fornell's got a target fixation.

Come again?

It's when a fighter pilot gets so fixed
on his target that he flies right into it.

Ah.
Like you and women?

That august blackout was
caused by a tree

falling on some power lines,
that's right?

Something like that.

Well, hell, these guys don't
need c-4. An axe'll do.

Okay, here's the timeline
for the august 15 blackout.

Put it up on the plasma, Kate.

It started at eastlake, ohio, at 1400,

and by the time it reached indian point
in buchanon, new york,

all the northeast
and most of canada was dark.

Pull the state's power grid
up off the internet.

Whoa.
Look at this.

It says three key failures
in virginia could cascade

until every state from here
to the rockies is dark.

Yeah, more than says.
It shows how.

Wait, take down those three
flashing nodes simultaneously,

and you take out the entire
eastern power grid.

All we have to do is stop them
from taking out one?

It looks that way.

I mean, if any two fail at the same time,

the slack can be picked up.

There will be blackouts,
but it won't cascade.

- Well, which one do we go for?
- The closest one.

Right here.

Agent Fornell is concentrating
agents on the three key nodes.

He's also emailed me a driver's photo.

That was fast.

They had the van number.

Here, take a look.

It's an alias.
What's he do?

Power line inspector.

Is our node at the end
of that transmission line?

Yes. About three miles west.

Take that road.

Didn't think you'd want to stop
to open the gate. / Hell, no.

They don't have to blow the nodes.

This guy knows where to take down

three transmission towers
and do the same thing.

How do we know this line
is one of them?

It crosses the node, doesn't it?

Two lines cross this node, in and out.

That's four places within a mile of
the node that he can blow a tower down.

Well, maybe we'll get lucky.

Nobody's that lucky.

Hmm! We are.

He could be a power company
employee doing his job.

No, I don't think so!

Freeze!

Phone's got detonators.

Looks like the other two
must have the same setup.

Looks like he's got all three
phones set to the same number.

How many numbers did he dial?

Six.

One more and budda-bing, budda-boom.

Lucky he wasn't phone-savvy.

Savvy enough to wire three
phones to the same number.

Yeah.

What if he used speed-dial?

Yeah, yeah, yeah!

The lights are back on tonight
at community center courts

since navy commander Brian farrell,

founder of urban lights,

was cleared today of any
connection to the drug war

which claimed his life last sunday.

A community center spokesperson
issued an apology

and announced that
a commemorative plaque

will be dedicated to
the memory of seadog,

as commander Farrell was
affectionately called by the young men

he strived to help have a better life.

This is Diane fontaine, WXEK news.

Now back to you.

Doug, I need some B-roll on the boys.

How was that?

Very nice.

I can't guarantee that my
producer will air it.

You're trying.

That's a start.

Thank you, Diane.

You're welcome, Jethro.

Hey.

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