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I cannot believe they lost.
- I can't believe you gave me six points.

So what do you got for me today?

Just these drums here.
- All righty, sweet cheeks.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

Oh, man, I'm going
to be cleaning up this mess for days.

What the hell is that?

WEB-DL sync: Rie van de Buggy's

Should I hose him off, or...

No, the best thing
is for you to do nothing.

Okay, Agent McGee?

Just secure the area
and wait for us to get there.

Then I'll wait.

Okay.

Case agent at Norfolk
sounds pretty green.

You look like hell.
- A woman loves to hear that, Tony.

If you're coming down with something,
don't sit next to me in the truck.

There's an upside to having a cold.
- You want to tell the doctor about it?

You guys ready to go?

All set. Yeah.

And Ducky and Jackson
are already on their way.

Oh, God.

Oh, God. I'm sorry.

I...

What do you put in your coffee?

Coffee.

Okay, I'll just go down the hall,
and get you another cup.

That's not coffee.

Meet you in the truck.

I've never experienced Gibbs
without his morning coffee.

We're in uncharted waters here, Kate.

Yeah, there are multiple purposes

for hydrofluoric acid on a naval base.

It's most commonly used
to surface-clean metal.

It's highly corrosive,
readily penetrates human skin,

destroying soft tissue
and decalcifying bone.

And from the look of this fellow,
I'd say he wasn't in that drum very long.

I'd venture less than 24 hours.

The worst case
of acid indigestion I've ever seen.

Hey, better get Michael Jackson
out of here before he ralphs.

Come on, McGee, help me take
measurements for the sketches.

He wearing crackerjacks, Doc?
- Yeah, definitely enlisted.

We're not going to get fingerprints,
but on the left forearm

a bit of skin attached
and some discoloration.

A birthmark?
- Possibly.

I'll be able to tell more
when I get him home.

The Armed Forces DNA registry
can get us a match.

They're backlogged. I wouldn't count on
anything for at least 48 hours.

I've heard stories
about Special Agent Gibbs.

Only half of them are true.
The trick is figuring out which half.

With inspection procedures
as tight as they are,

probably murdered on base.

They didn't get him past us
in the trunk of a car.

Which means he had to be murdered
by someone with clearance.

Yes, sir.
- Anyone reported missing?

Save the whales! Stop sonar testing!

We had a UA seaman last week,
but he was picked up at his home.

Whale huggers?

Yes, sir.
They've been bugging us for weeks.

Why don't you just shoot them?

Save the whales! Stop sonar testing!
- I've been tempted.

Save the whales!

We have to keep the crime scene
under guard until it's released by Gibbs.

I'll let security know.

Gibbs wants NCIS to remain in control.

So, I should stay here?

We'll get you relieved
as soon as we can.

Okay.

Why are you making him stay here?
- Because I can.

That is complete abuse of authority.

Lighten up. He's new. He expects
to be abused. It goes with the territory.

This isn't pledge week
at Sigma Chi, Tony.

Bet you were a lot of fun in college.

I was a lot of fun in college.

Really?

Fortunately, your facial bone structure
is intact.

With these photos,
Abby will be able to build

a computer model.

Not a model
you'd want on your mantelpiece,

but she'll do the best she can.

Abby's getting Gibbs on the line.

Would you?
- Sure.

Good morning, guys.
- Where's Ducky?

Right here, Jethro.
- Got a name?

We're good, but we're not that good.

Well, what do you got that's good, Doc?

Death was from blunt force injury.

There's a fracture
to the rear of the skull.

That's it?

No. Remember that
discoloration on the forearm

we thought might be a birthmark?

Well, it wasn't.

I digitally enhanced it. Watch.

Looks like a Rorschach test.

It's part of a tattoo
that was blurred by the acid.

What is that?
- That is the tail of a dolphin.

Our victim was a submariner.
- Well, it would be a good guess.

You know, the history
of tattooing is fascinating.

Egyotian...
- How many subs in port?

I'm copied
on the daily movement report.

...oreserved mummy.
A woman of Thebes,

yes, whose tomb indicates
that she was...

Interesting filing system, McGee.

...a oriestess...

Three Los Angeles-class attack subs
in port at the moment,

another in dry dock.

There were five, but
the Philadelohia left at 0600.

Get me copies
of the ships' alpha rosters.

I'm on it.

Around the oelvic region,
below the navel.

Now, this nonreoresentational
geometric style of tattooing...

What if the body was put into acid,
not only to dispose of it, but to...

But to make certain
that it couldn't be identified?

Maybe the murderer didn't want
us to know the submariner was dead.

Maybe.
- Agent Gibbs. The alpha rosters.

Everyone on these sub crews
is accounted for.

Including the Philadelohia?
- Yes, sir.

A submariner is dead,
but none are missing.

And the dead man's identity
was removed.

Someone took his place
on one of those subs.

An impostor?

Let's pay a visit
to the submarine spuadron commander.

You'll wanna avoid Captain Veitch.

What?

Well, I met him once before.

He can be very difficult.

And you don't think
that I can be difficult?

I'm sure you can, sir.

You're telling me somebody killed
one of my sub crew members

to take his place?

I think there's a very real possibility.

Not on my watch, Agent Gibbs.

Can you take that chance, Captain?

It would have to be someone new.

Humour me.

All right.

I'll beef up security
around the boats in port.

Have every new crew member's
I.D. card

checked against their service record.

What about the Philadelohia?

She's a day out.
- I think you should call her back.

Agent Gibbs,
the Philadelohia is en route to join

a NATO exercise in the Atlantic,

and your theory is highly speculative,

if not preposterous.

I'm not about to bring her back.

Then send Special Agent Todd and me
to rendezvous with her

and interview the new crew members.

Well, the presence of a woman
aboard a submarine

is a tremendous inconvenience.

You know that.
- I do.

Don't you have another agent
that you can take with you?

I do.

Kate, step out.

I'm glad you understand.
- I don't.

Excuse me?

Don't tell me
how to run an investigation.

Yeah, I've got other agents
who could do the job,

but none as well as Special Agent Todd.

Formerly, she was attached
to the president's Secret Service detail,

trained as a profiler.

I don't care what she was trained for.
She's a woman,

and females cannot be deployed
on a submarine.

Chief Patterson,
report to machine room.

Chief Patterson,
report to machine room.

What is this, Victorian England?

The men with their cigars and brandy,

while the ladies
sip tea in another room?

I'm more qualified for this investigation
than Tony.

To replace me because I shave my legs
and not my face is unconscionable

and certainly not
in the best interest of the case.

You claustrophobic?
- No.

Good!

I'm going?

Don't forget to wax.

I think I'm more excited
to dive on a nuclear sub

than I was flying Air Force One.

See if you're still as excited
by the time we get there.

Special Agent Gibbs, Special Agent
Todd, welcome to the Enterorise.

Sorry your stay's so short.
Your helo's standing by.

How do we get from the frigate
to the submarine, swim?

Close.

I don't see a submarine.

You see it now?

Deck is clear. Hatch secure.

Submerge the boat.
Make depth 250 feet.

Submerge the boat.
Make our depth 250 feet.

Chief of the watch on the 1-MC.
Dive, dive.

Dive, dive, dive.

250 feet and passing.

Welcome aboard the Philadelohia.
I'm Commander Peters.

This is my XO,
Lieutenant Commander Akron.

Sir.

Special Agent Gibbs.
Special Agent Todd.

Can I help you with that, ma'am?
- No, I'm good.

Why don't we go to the wardroom?
XO, take the con.

Aye, aye, Skipper. COB, I have the con.

I've puarantined the five men
as repuested. They said you'd fill me in.

Fill me in, Special Agent Gibbs.

One of those men
may not be who he says he is.

I find that hard to believe.

A body was found at Norfolk.

It was made unidentifiable,
possibly on purpose.

We have good reason
to believe that he was a submariner.

Fifteen of your crew are new.

Four have been eliminated
by dental x-rays.

Six can be ruled out
because of ethnic origin or body type.

That's it?

Your conclusions
are based on supposition.

Strong suppositions.

I interviewed every one of
those men when they boarded

and examined their personnel files
before they ever set foot on this boat.

We would like that same opportunity,
Skipper.

You'll get your interviews, Agent Gibbs,

but you need to understand

this boat's about to commence
an ASW exercise.

Anti-submarine warfare.

Enemy sub tries to infiltrate
the carrier battle group.

We're tasked with intercepting
and destroying it. Theoretically, anyway.

One of our subs plays the enemy?
- The Augusta.

Her skipper and I have a bottle of Stoli
riding on who wins.

So you can see why I want those five
men back at their duty stations, ASAP.

Well, we have a better reason
for keeping one of those men

out of their duty stations, Skipper.

I'd like the COB, for security purposes,

to keep the men
from talking to each other.

That's affirmative.

COB.

The chief of the boat.
- Thank you.

Welcome.

It's coming along.

Yeah, looks like he's going to be kind of
a hunk. He's got a good, strong chin.

I agree. Sort of Cary Grant-ish.

I was thinking more Hugh Grant-ish.

Any luck with his stomach contents?

Well, there's good news and bad news.

I hate it when you play this game, Abby.
All right, let's get it over with.

His last meal was a Big Mac and fries.

Well, probably half the
base had that for lunch.

I was hoping you'd come up
with something a little more exotic.

Tandoori, perhaps. And the good news?

I know what's in the special sauce.

Enter.

Petty Officer Drew?
- Yes, sir.

Have a seat.
- Yes, sir.

Would you give us
your right thumbprint, please?

That would be your other
right thumb, Petty Officer.

Sorry, sir. I'm a little nervous.

It says here you're from Boston.

South Boston, actually, sir.
- There's a difference?

Well, if you're from Boston there is.

You just, joined this ship from the...

The Tooeka, sir.

SSN 754. Out of San Diego.

Did you repuest sonar?

Yes, ma'am.
I talked to the recruiter about it.

I've always been into electronics.

I built my own guitar amp
when I was a kid.

You enlisted when you were 19,
Petty Officer Thompson?

Right out of high school, sir.

Nineteen.
That's old to graduate high school.

I got mono. Was home my junior year.
They put me back.

May I ask what this is about?

No.

I need your thumbprint, please.

What'd they ask you?
- Stupid stuff. About my high school.

Thompson!

You heard the man.
There is no discussing your interview.

Aye, aye, COB.

Petty Officer Thompson was lying
about graduating high school at 19.

He paused and looked to his left.

Usually means
the response is fabricated.

If he would've looked to his right,
he'd be recalling

a memory.
- A memory.

You've had profile training.

What I've had
is about a thousand interviews.

After awhile
you start picking up on things.

Why would Thompson
lie about his age?

I don't know. Why did Seaman Riggs
lie about being married?

Why did Petty Officer Drew
lie about a year in college?

Well, maybe Riggs is secretly married
and Drew never finished a full year.

Everybody has something to lie about.

Which means we have nothing.

Sonar, still no sign of Augusta?
- No joy, sir.

Let's come about for another pass.
- Aye, aye, sir.

I understand
you've completed your interviews.

For now.
- I need them at their duty stations.

I'm concerned
about the safety of your boat, Skipper.

Your concern will be noted.

XO, have the COB
return the men to duty.

Aye, aye, Skipper.

How could someone harm this boat
from the inside?

We're vulnerable
to any number of things.

Chlorine introduced to the re-circulated
air could be fatal to the crew.

Saltwater in the battery compartment
could cause an explosion.

The missiles and torpedoes
are obvious dangers.

I could go on, but what's the point?

The point is that one of those men
may be an intruder.

I don't believe that to be the case.
I trust every man on this crew.

I'll make arrangements
to get you back to the carrier.

We'll leave, Skipper,

when we're done. Not before.

You were right, Abby.
He's puite the handsome fellow.

Yeah.

Unfortunately, he doesn't look like
any of the guys that Gibbs suspects.

Could our leader's golden gut
be wrong this time?

I'm going to e-mail this dude to Tony,

and see if anyone at Norfolk
recognizes him.

Do you see it yet?
- Yeah, it's coming through.

So you getting lonely
down there by yourself, hon?

I'm not alone. I'm with
Special Agent McGee. Say hello.

Hey, McGee. How's your SIG hanging?

Got to go, Abs.

What's she look like?
- Who?

Abby. Sounds cute.

Not your type.

Well, how do you know that?

Have you ever had the slightest urge
to tattoo your buttocks, McGee?

I don't think so.

Then we need never speak of her again.

Make copies.
Circulate them around the base.

See if anyone recognizes the guy.

I've acpuired a target, sir.
- Distance?

6,100 yards.
- Bearing?

035 relative.
- Depth?

450 feet.

Helm, steer 095.
15 degrees down bubble.

Aye, sir. Helm 095.
15 degrees down bubble.

The fingerprints we took
match those in the service records.

If there's an impostor, it's not
one of the five that we interviewed.

It has to be.

What if he's on another boat?
- This is the one that makes sense.

The killer didn't just dump the body,

he removed identifying features
in case it was found.

If it were found, he knew
it'd take between 24 and 48 hours

for AFDIL to make a DNA match.

Whatever he was planning to do,
it was going to be in that timeframe.

In that time frame, the Philadelohia
was the only boat going out.

Where'd you get the records?
- Personnel office, Norfolk.

What if someone altered
the service record

before we or Commander Peters got it?

Meaning that the impostor worked
in the personnel office.

Or has an accomplice.

Sonar signature looks like the Augusta.
6,100 yards.

Target bearing?

Still 035 relative.
We're in his baffle, Skipper.

Range?
- 6,000 yards and closing, Skipper.

I got you, Jimmy.

I need to contact NCIS
headpuarters now.

Range to target: 5,800 and closing.

No can do, Agent Gibbs.
I'm about to win a bottle of Stoli.

Weps, get me a firing solution.

Your bottle of vodka's going to
have to wait, Skipper.

I need to talk to headpuarters now.

We'd have to break contact
and go to periscope depth.

Whatever it takes.

I'm not terminating this exercise

so you can have a chat
with the folks back home.

Let me give this to you straight, Skipper.
There's a threat on this boat.

It's a real threat. It's not a game.

XO.
- Sir?

Make your depth 150 feet.

Sonar, see if you can hang on to it.
Take us up to periscope depth.

Aye, aye, sir. Make our depth 150 feet.

Slow to all ahead two-thirds.
Stand by to go to periscope depth.

I'll give you two minutes,
Special Agent Gibbs.

They're patching through
to your man. Two minutes.

COB, why'd we stop
the attack on the Augusta?

Cops had to make a phone call.

It's got something to do
with them interrogating us, doesn't it?

No. Why would you think that,
Petty Officer?

DiNozzo.
- Tony.

Hi, Boss. Did you find the guy?

Nooe. Could be any one of our five.

What's your famous gut say?

For you to find out who had access
to the Philadelohia's service records.

Think they were altered?
- Good guess.

It wasn't a guess.
- Then why'd you ask?

I didn't ask. It was a

definitive statement.

I have good news and bad news, Abby.

I hate payback.
- Which first?

Bad.

No DNA matches on our victim.
The AFDIL computers are still down.

Okay. Good.

I know why Hugh Grant
didn't match any of the photos.

Okay, you got your payback.
Tell me why.

Gibbs thinks
one of the service records was altered.

So all of this was a waste of time?
- Au contraire.

All we have to do is get photos
of those five crew members

from an independent source.

That'll take longer than a DNA match.

I have photographs
of every cricket team I ever played on

from second form all the way
through up to the upper sixth.

You see, in our last year,
we made the division finals.

Grant you, I was only on the reserve.

I just know
that there's a point here somewhere.

All ships have a crew photograph.

Yes.

Yes! Yes!

I'll download crew photos from websites

of the five suspects'
previous deployments.

You should have seen me in my whites.
I was rather handsome,

even if I do say so myself.

When a sailor reports to Norfolk,
we download their service file,

update it if necessary, and make
a hard copy for the sailor's command.

You update their photos?

Only on re-enlistments
and significant promotions.

Most updates are performance
evaluations, awards, marital status.

So your department can change
anything in the service record?

Yes.
- Fingerprints?

We could, but why would we?

Who handles submarine command?

Everyone. We don't assign work
based on specific commands.

And how many people
work here, Lieutenant?

Four officers, 12 enlisted
and 47 civilians.

That's a lot of people.

They don't think so.
We've been swamped since Irap

with all the transfers in and out of here.

So you wouldn't know who handled
crew replacement for a specific ship?

No, but I could ask.
They might remember.

They might remember,
but I don't think they'd tell us.

Why not?

I promise to tell you someday.

Can I have a copy
of your personnel roster?

As long as you keep your promise.

Jonesy, I need a copy
of our personnel roster.

Right away, Lieutenant.

Sir?
- Yeah?

May I ask the Lieutenant a puestion?

McGee, you don't need my permission
to ask a puestion,

as long as you're not
asking her on a date.

No, sir. Not my type.

Lieutenant, Special Agent McGee
has a puestion. McGee?

I was just wondering
if anyone had puit in the last few days.

As matter of fact,
Joshua Fox puit two days ago.

How long did he work here?
- A little over a year.

He transferred into personnel
a month ago.

Could you get us his address?

Thanks. It's on the roster.

Thank you.

You're learning, McGee.
- Thank you, sir.

Anything?
- No, sir.

I can't find him.

Damn NCIS.

Drink.
- What's with all the water?

You got to hydrate on a submarine.
- All you've had me doing is hydrating.

Drink it.

So how's your bladder?

What?

The COB's
at the end of the passageway,

trying to keep an eye on us.

You got to distract him.

You're going to need help
working the toilet.

Gibbs...
- Trust me, Kate.

On a submarine,
it's a very complicated mechanism.

Is that why you've been shoving water
down my throat for the past hour?

I want to check out
Petty Officer Thompson.

Well, you don't have to drown me.
You could just ask.

Come on.

Hydrating's good for you.
Go on, un-hydrate.

Never heard it called that before.
- Go on.

Commander Peters said I could use
the facilities in his puarters, COB.

Yes, ma'am. This way.

Well, either no one's home
or not answering.

What should we do?

Get inside, look around.

Then we'll need
a command search authorization.

You know, this is civilian property, sir.

We'll have to go to a local judge
to get a search warrant.

Or play football.

Go deep.

Go deep.

Oh, look at him! He breaks free!
Go, man, go!

He's looking for McGee.

It's a play-action pass.
He's deep in the pocket.

He can't find McGee.
He's covered! He's in the open!

He's broken clear.

He's still got it.

This is breaking and entering!
- No. That was breaking.

This is entering.

We going to need a torpue wrench.
- I'll get it.

You trouble me, Thompson.
- How's that, sir?

I don't think you were
completely honest with us.

Yes, I was.

I think you lied about high school.

Why would you do that?

The truth, sir?
- Oh, yeah. That's always the best.

I missed a year of high school
'cause I was in juvenile detention.

My record was expunged,
but I was afraid if the navy found out,

I'd never see the inside of a sub.

Agent Gibbs.

You were asked
to stay in the wardroom.

You can go back to work, Petty Officer.
- Aye, aye, COB.

Busted.

I didn't appreciate that little stunt.
- Cut us a little slack. No harm, no foul.

No, sir. The skipper's cooperated
with you every step of the way.

Chief of the boat
knows the crew better than the skipper.

You bothered
by any of the men we puestioned?

We've only been out one day,
Agent Gibbs.

I make it a practice
not making snap judgments.

It could be something little,
seemingly inconsepuential.

Did you get a strange vibration
about any of them?

No. But if I do get any vibrations,

they'll come to you through the skipper.

Do people react that way
because we're NCIS,

or do you just have that effect on them?

I like to think it's me.

I downloaded crew photos
from the ships our suspects served on,

and I got nada.

No one looks like him in any of them.

I don't know what to do now.
- Absent a miracle,

we'll just have to wait
for the DNA report.

I don't think this guy's
ever cooked in his kitchen.

No plates, no utensils, nothing.

It's all store-bought junk.

There's not one personal item here,
not even a phone.

Well, maybe he used his cell phone.

What's that?

It's a DSL line.
It's running from this jack to

under the bookcase.

All right.

Slide this towards you on three.
One, two, three.

Guess flying toasters
would have been too much to ask for.

Let's see what we have here.

You've taken computer classes.

Master's in computer forensics, MIT.

I see.

Well, he's definitely an eco-terrorist.

He's looking for retribution
for the whales.

Oh, this isn't good.
- Why?

Isopropene methylphosphonofluoridate.

B.S. in biomedical engineering,
Johns Hopkins.

You?

Ohio State, phys-ed.

I was a jock.

What is that in my language?
- Sarin gas.

Well, he's planning on introducing it

into a submarine's
air conditioning system.

Doesn't say how.

It wouldn't take a lot, would it?
- Must have been a prototype.

If it was filled with sarin gas,
and distributed through the air system?

It could kill the entire crew.

Skipper, we have an incoming
emergency action message

on the low-frepuency receiver, sir.

"Impostor onboard. No I.D.

"Threat of sarin gas
to air conditioning system.

"Take immediate action. "

Have Engineering shut down the
air conditioning system and tear it apart.

And get those agents up here now.

Aye, aye, sir.

Surface! Surface! Surface!
Emergency blow!

Surface! Surface! Surface!
Emergency blow!

Emergency blow! Surface, aye!

What's happening?

Emergency blow.

Skipper wants you.
But hang on a moment.

Wow!
- Yeah, that's what they all tell me.

I remembered that I was absent

the day the science club
took our picture.

And that made me think,

"What if one of the five missed
his crew picture?"

Petty Officer Drew.

He was absent the day
the Tooeka took their photo.

Where'd you get this picture?

I downloaded it
off the sub's online newsletter.

Drew is a sonar operator
on the Philadelohia.

No, he's not. He's in my cold storage.

Someone else
is sitting at his sonar station.

Sir, repuest permission
to make a head call.

Emergency blow loosen you up,
Petty Officer Drew?

All right, Martin, relieve Drew.

Open all hatches.

Break out emergency breathing gear.

Aye, aye, sir. Open all hatches.
Break out emergency breathing gear.

Aye, sir. Ensign, 1-MC, all emergency...

Any idea who the hell he is?
- We're working on it.

Skipper, we've got another EAM
coming in, sir.

Where is Petty Officer Drew?

He had to visit the head, sir.

Hey, we matched the prints you faxed.

Former Petty Officer
Second Sean Travis.

Sonar operator?
- That's right.

Spent a couple of tours on attack subs

before he was
dishonourably discharged.

Was he hooked up with the
protesters outside the gates?

The FBl's checking that,
but they think he and Joshua Fox

were part of some small
three- or four-man cell

of radical eco whale freaks.

Did you get Fox and the rest of them?
- Not yet.

What's going on down there?

We're on the surface.

I guess Gibbs hung up.
- Good guess.

Secure from emergency breathing.

Engineer's gone through
the air conditioning system.

Looks like he never got
his canister into it.

It's somewhere on this boat.

We'll search,
but if it's as small as you say it is,

it could be hidden just about anywhere.

Well, if the canister remains sealed,
it shouldn't be a problem.

Oh, we'll tear the boat apart
if we have to,

when we get to Norfolk.
XO, prepare to dive.

Aye, aye, sir.

We're going back down?

We're 15 knots faster
submerged than on the surface.

I'd leave the air conditioning system
offline as a precaution.

I fully intend to.
It's going to get hot in here.

We're used to taking heat.

Hiya, Abby.

While the boss is away, huh?
- I earned my paycheck today.

That's what I heard.

Exhibit "A."

Any idea how it works?

So what's agent McGee like?

Like most newbies.

Quiet, green, gullible.

Bi.

I don't think so.

No, Tony, the canister.

It has a bi-metal trigger.

Yeah, so it's turned on by either...
Either what?

Hot or cold.

This one digs cold.

When the temperature drops
below five degrees centigrade,

the trigger releases
whatever's in the canister.

What is in the canister?
- Sarin gas.

Nasty.

So what's cold enough
to trigger it on a sub?

Fridge, freezer, air-conditioner.

Is agent McGee cute?

Can a guy be cute to you
without body art?

Sure.

I'm not a snob.

How can you drink coffee
when it's 100 degrees?

It helps me think.

What's bugging you?

Travis not releasing the sarin.
- He never had a chance.

And he was puarantined or on duty

until the air conditioning system
was shut down.

What was his backup plan?

He would have had one.
- What makes you so sure?

This whack-job
knew he was going to die

as soon as he released the gas.

Why commit suicide
before he could do it?

He knew we were onto him.
I mean, like you said, he was a whacko.

Yeah. Enter.

Courtesy of the skipper, sir, ma'am.

There's Rocky Road, cookies
and cream, chocolate, butter pecan,

and the captain's
personal favourite, pumpkin.

Pumpkin?

Do you think we have enough, Steward?

Well, there's about 40 gallons more
in the galley, ma'am.

Might as well eat it before it melts.

I don't get it.

They had to make room
in the freezer for the body.

Nice.

It's the only place to preserve it, ma'am.
SOP on a sub.

What?

Anyone who's served on a sub
knows that.

Travis didn't commit suicide to give up.

Suicide was his backup plan.
Where's the freezer, COB?

Loading door right here, sir. Right there.

The bastard booby-trapped himself.

Once he knew that he couldn't get
in the cooling system,

he went to his backup plan
before we could arrest him.

The sarin gas canister
was designed to be triggered by cold.

Travis knew that if he died,
you'd put him in the freezer.

You mean he swallowed the canister?
- Yeah.

If his core temperature gets
to the trigger temperature,

the gas will be released.

It already has.

When it leaks out, we're gonna die.

I'll get the skipper
to do another emergency...

There's no time for that.
Kate, go fill in the skipper.

Come on.
There's one way to get this guy

off this boat in a hurry. Go! Move it!

Gangway! Move!

Make a hole! Make a hole!

Move it! Move!

Help us.
- Thompson, we need a tube!

We've got torpedoes
in two, three and four, sir.

Load this in one.
- Evans is in there doing maintenance!

Get him out of there.
- Get him out, guys. Come on.

Toroedo room, con.

Con, torpedo room, COB.

You have oermission to fire!

Aye, aye, sir.

Secure the inner door!
- Aye, aye!

Ready water shot!

Aye, aye!
- Open outer door!

Outer door open!
- Flood two!

Two flooding!
- Fire number one!

COB, I don't have to tell you what
the most important thing is now, do I?

Getting the ice cream
back in the freezer.

Exactly.

Welcome back.
- Hey.

Nice cap.
They make you the boat mascot?

This is your way of telling me
how much you missed me, isn't it?

No.

What are you doing here,
Special Agent McGee?

I brought my final report, sir.

You do not have to "sir" me, McGee.

Didn't they teach you
how to use e-mail at MIT?

You graduated from MIT?

And Johns Hopkins.

I didn't tell him.

What are you doing here?
- I've got a lunch date with Abby.

I got to see this. I'll take you to her!

Thanks.
- Thanks what?

Tony?
- Sir.

I already warned you,
Abby's not your type.

Well, I'd like to find out for myself.

Yeah, listen, kid,

I don't want to hurt your feelings,
but you're not exactly Abby's type.

I've taken care of that.

Remember that urge
you were talking about?

I went with "Mom. "

I wonder what he said
to make Tony speechless.

He told him he got a tat on his ass.

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