NCIS

MAN (counting cadence): Lor-i, lor-i, lor-i, lori.

Lori-i, lor-i, lor-i, lori.

My corps. My corps.

Your corps. Your corps.

Our corps. Our corps.

Marine Corps. Marine Corps.

Ooh-rah. Ooh-rah.

Ooh-rah. Ooh-rah.

Ooh-rah. Ooh-rah.

Four miles to go, Marines.

Back in formation, Fricker.

Platoon, halt.

At ease.

Marine, what part of "fall in" don't you understand?

Sergeant, we got a problem.

Shut yourself, Fricker.

Don't answer me. Don't even look at me.

What do you think you're doing?

Over there, Sergeant.

Come on.

Come on.

I got gum. I got...

Oh...

spare change, old lip balm.

They're not in here.

Found candy left over from Valentine's Day.

Candy from who? Why does it matter?

It matters because you didn't eat it.

And so that person must not mean very much to you.

It means something. It means nothing.

I'm glad I wasn't your valentine.

So am I.

TONY Here you go, McGee.

I found this.

One of my motivational CDs.

I've been looking for this.

Yeah, you should have looked harder.

Well, gee, I'm sorry I didn't think to look in your desk.

Hey, you know what?

Whoever drove the van last probably has the keys.

Yeah!

Oh, yeah.

I went and got pizza yesterday 'cause I was hungry.

Then what did you do with the keys, Tony?

Well, I drove back. I ate the pizza.

I threw out the box, and...

Oh.

You-you know what? Today is garbage day.

You'd better... you'd better hurry. Where is the Dumpster?

In the basement.

Did you lose something, David? Not I. Tony did.

DiNozzo.

What'd you lose? Your watch?

Driver's license?

Uh, neither.

Got a dead body.

Navy diver.

Who's driving?

Well, boss, uh, there's a little problem.

No, the problem is that I found these on the elevator floor.

That's my bad. Uh-huh.

Won't happen again.

I doubt that.

Meet you all downstairs.

Oh, oh.

* Oh, I do like to be beside the seaside *

* I do like to beside the sea... *

You know, strolling on a beach like this

at this time of year reminds me of weekends

we used to spend with Mother and some friends in Brighton.

They made us eat winkles.

To this day, I shudder at the thought

of eating any kind of snail.

I've always preferred oysters myself.

Of course you do, Jimbo.

Oysters-- nature's aphrodisiac.

Surprised Blondie doesn't have you shucking night and day.

That's pretty cute.

Aw, shucks.

So how is Bryn anyway?

She just became a union rep for her embalmer's local.t.

She must have quite a pair of hands.

Her talents never cease to amaze me.

Navy diver.

What are you thinking, Duck?

Well, he didn't run out of air.

However, I can't rule out nitrox poisoning.

The fishies sure did a number on him.

As did a propeller.

See? The blade sliced through

and removed his entire left forearm,

but almost certainly after he was dead.

This was no boating accident!

Richard Dreyfuss in Jaws, you know,

when he finds the arm?

The medical ex...

You know that... I love that part, yeah.

Jaws is classic. I estimate the time of death

to be between three and five days ago,

based on the degree of decomposition.

A Navy diver doesn't go out alone, Duck.

That's a long time not to be reported missing.

Unless he wasn't supposed to be found.

McGee, details.

Lieutenant Michael Jensen, age 36.

Prior enlisted.

U.S. Navy master diver

based out of the Experimental Diving Unit

in Panama City,

then detailed to Little Creek.

It says here he was on leave.

C.O. wouldn't have reported him U.A.

Diving on his day off.

Yeah, or moonlighting.

Hello, hello. What have we here?

There's a puncture wound through his wet suit.

Swordfish?

Doubtful.

Speargun?

It's difficult to tell till I get him back.

Blood loss from this

would accelerate the feeding frenzy.

You were right, Jethro.

Lieutenant Jensen was not diving alone.

Whoever was with him stabbed him and then left him

in the water to die.

Any family?

Owned a home in Portsmith.

No wife, no kids.

No accident.

Could have sent McGee.

Yeah, could have.

I wanted to see how Jensen lived.

It says a lot about a man.

Take your house, for instance.

Clean, no nonsense, stoic.

Stoic?

My house is stoic?

Understated, then?

I planted some roses last weekend.

Red ones.

Red roses stoic?

Well, yeah, prickly and thorny like... Go.

Clear, boss.

Maybe not totally clear.

Toss the gun. Do it now.

Take it easy, sweetheart. Who are you?

I'm not the one breaking and entering.

No, the door was open.

Ladies first.

It's turning into a party around here.

Wow. Looks a little like Reservoir Dogs.

Except you're cuter than Harvey Keitel.

We're federal agents.

Get his I.D.

Look. Don't touch.

NCIS.

Come on, really?

Who are you guys?

DEA? FBI?

CGIS.

: Coast Guard, boss.

You got a problem with that? No.

Yeah.

Put the weapon away, Kyle.

Oh, yes, ma'am.

That's a nice head slap.

What is CGIS?

Coast Guard Investigative Service.

The Coast Guard has an investigative branch?

Well, they're smaller than us,

but with a wider law enforcement reach.

But is is the Coast Guard.

Whoa, whoa.

No need to get all uppity.

Yes, Virginia, there is a CGIS.

Now, they may not have our track record,

or our je ne sais quoi,

but they are a legitimate sibling.

Like Corky in Life Goes On.

Who?

We ran into Borin and her probie

at Jensen's house.

She remind you of anyone?

Like who, exactly?

Come on in.

Get you a cup of coffee?

That'd be fine, Agent Gibbs.

Oh, so this is NCIS.

Sorry to disappoint you.

Of course, I'm going to need to talk

to your director right away.

Well, my case, my questions.

Jensen's Navy.

The case belongs to NCIS.

Well, that depends on his involvement.

How's him being dead?

He still could be my killer.

Okay, whose murder are you investigating?

About a week ago, one of our recon flights