NCIS (2003–…): Season 10, Episode 11 - Shabbat Shalom - full transcript

[BIRDS SQUAWKING]

You're disturbing the fish.

It's January, Dad.

They are long gone.

- Just where do you think they went?
- South. Duh.

Can we go now?

[SIGHS]

My dad used to bring me out here.

Health teacher says
abuse is passed down.

I'm just saying
this is a good time to talk.

Man-to-man.

- About what?
- School, girls,

sex.

Oh, not this again.

I'm here for you.

Whoa. Thing must be a monster.

You shouldn't be afraid
to tell me things.

I'm not a virgin anymore.

What?

[LAUGHING]

I was just kidding.

Very funny.

Oh, my God!

There's probably a dead guy
down there. Cool.

Remember this? Room service?

Ah. Same undercover operation
where I wore this.

Briefly.

Yeah. How about this one?

[SINGING IN JAMAICAN ACCENT]
From my perspective

I see the woman
From the big jet plane

The woman look...

Yeah,
you guys weren't there for that.

I get why they wanna free up space
in the storage room,

but who's gonna want any
of this old junk?

I'm keeping the soul patch.

[ZIVA CHUCKLES]

What's that?

I remember that case.
That's the pregnancy pact.

- You looked good in that.
- I still would.

Ooh. Feel like I'd remember these.

- I wouldn't touch that.
- I washed those, Tony.

BOTH: They're yours?
- You two were not there for that.

Ooh. Finally. I found something
a little bit more practical.

- The matching bra?
ZIVA: Ha.

- Wrong padding.
- Oh, come on.

When is there time to exercise?

Have you seen what they did
to the NCIS gym?

Juice bar. Nice.

Well, I make time outside of work.

It's a good habit I picked up
in Mossad.

Never sweat where you eat.

- Wrong bodily function.
GIBBS: Yeah, but it's the right idea.

Grab your gear.
Dead body in the Potomac.

- Getting a new belt, boss?
- No, it's an old belt.

[SNIFFS]

Drug bust, '99.

AUSTIN:
It was so awesome.

When the cops got here, they sent in
these divers who found the body.

His jacket was filled with rocks.

That's total body dump, right?

You watched all this?

So what? I'm 13.

- I'm so sorry.
- Thank you.

If it wasn't for me and my dad, you
would've never found that dead dude.

RANDY:
Show some respect.

Sorry. We shouldn't have stayed.

Are you kidding?

Dad, this is like the most bad-ass thing
we've ever done together.

- Yeah.
- Thanks, Dad.

Divers found the victim's ID
in a pocket.

Petty Officer Second Class
Luke Grismer.

"Keep this item carefully."

No one's touched the ear
since we've been here.

I was quoting the instructions
Vincent van Gogh gave to a prostitute

when he handed her
his severed right ear.

[SPEAKS IN FRENCH]

What did he care? He cut it off.

Yeah, well,
historians are now of the opinion

that the ear could have been lost
in a heated dispute

between he
and fellow painter Paul Gauguin.

I'm interested in the dispute
someone had with our victim.

You got a cause of death, Duck?

Well, I won't be sure of that
until I get him back to autopsy.

However, these gashes here
on his head may explain

how the ear was pulled so easily
from his body.

Otherwise, body's in good condition.

DUCKY: Yeah, you both know
the effect that cold water has

on preserving a body,
but in this case,

his dermis has not even begun
to decompose.

- He hadn't been there long.
DUCKY: Less than two days.

McGEE: Something wrong, boss?
- Something's missing.

Didn't you just say that this
was a petty officer second class?

There's only one chevron.

Well, no sailor would willingly
give himself a demotion.

McGee, run his print.

Are you aware that Van Gogh's suicide
has also been called into question?

He was shot in the stomach
and died two days later.

McGEE:
Boss, we got a problem.

Fingerprints are cataloged
for all active service members.

But there's no match.

So not only is this fellow
not a petty officer of any class...

He's not military at all.

Then why is he pretending to be?

TONY:
This is interesting.

[CHUCKLES]

Here it is, the jackpot.

Look what I found in the last box.

Unless it is the real identity
of our victim, I do not care.

What is it with you and old photos?

Windows into our past.

They were fitting me
for the prosthetic, Tony.

There's nothing embarrassing
about it.

Not embarrassing, telling.

- You're smiling.
- Heh.

Speaking of smiles,
I think McGee has something.

Yeah, I got a lead on our body
from a Metro missing persons report.

ZIVA: Same build and bone structure.
Hairline and color match.

TONY:
Looks like out lobe-less victim.

Tyler Wilkes was reported missing
this morning by his lawyer.

Wilkes. That sounds familiar.

Investigative reports have been
published all over the world.

So he's a journalist.

No,
he's more like a government paparazzi.

Instead of looking for photos
of Kate Middleton with her top off,

he's trying to catch the Pentagon
with their pants down.

He sold photographs
of opium smuggling

on foreign Army bases last year.

ZIVA: They turned out to be
digitally altered, right?

GIBBS:
Damage was already done.

No one's willing to hire him,
but they'll all run his stories.

A man like that
could have many enemies.

If they found out he
was impersonating Navy personnel.

Wilkes had an article due
two days ago.

Drug use in Navy barracks.

What was his latest target?

Lawyer said she didn't know who
the story was about. Hadn't read it.

DiNozzo, David.

Let's start with the real Grismer.

ZIVA:
Find out why Wilkes had his ID.

GIBBS:
We need more from the lawyer.

Boss, she did mention something.

Wilkes has a large birthmark

just over the dimple
on his left buttock.

It's for body identification.

Buttock?

Buttock.

At the height of the rivalry

between Joseph Pulitzer
and William Randolph Hearst,

each ran a comic strip featuring
a character called the Yellow Kid.

Given both editors' history
of sensationalised news coverage,

the term "yellow journalism" was born.

Let me guess. You are more interested
in this journalist's death?

Well, I was going to say
"black-and-blue journalism."

You made a joke. Ha.
Yeah, well, bon mot aside,

you are correct in guessing the cause
of Mr. Wilkes' death.

Not the head wounds?

DUCKY: No, no, no.
Those were post-mortem.

Likely sustained when the body
was dragged along by the current.

No, the actual cause of death
was exsanguination

from internal bleeding.

I found evidence of multiple blows
to his chest, abdomen and groin.

Painful, not deadly.

Unless you have mononucleosis.

Victim had mono, Duck?

He probably didn't know it.

While the outward signs
can mimic a moderate cold,

the internal results
are swollen glands and organs.

When he was attacked,
he received a direct hit

that split his already enlarged liver.

- His death was an accident.
- Perhaps.

But given the manner
in which the body was disposed,

our killer not only knew
that this had become a homicide,

he tried to hide it.

- He showed his true colors.
- Yeah, yellow. Ha-ha-ha.

Well, if it hadn't been
for the serendipitous catch of the day,

this body might not have been found
until spring.

Petty officer, thanks for coming in.

I'm Special Agent DiNozzo.

I believe this belongs to you.

GRISMER:
Oh, man, you found it.

My chief would've conniptioned
if I had to report I lost this puppy.

Whew. Heh.
Saved me a bunch of trouble.

Our pleasure.

So thanks.

Hey!

Aren't you a little curious why you're
in an NCIS interrogation room?

Or why your ID
is in a sealed evidence bag?

Uh...

Yeah, I guess that's kind of weird.

- What's going on?
- Somebody was trying to use it.

Really? Man.

You just wanna warn me
about identity theft?

Because I'll make sure
to check my credit and stuff.

Good. You do that.

But aren't you a little curious
who had it?

Well, I'm not gonna press charges.

Yeah, but we have to
because Tyler Wilkes is dead.

Dead? Well, I didn't kill... l...

I mean, who?

You're a fast learner, Luke.

But if you lie again,

that bunch of trouble is gonna come
from more than just your chief.

It was blackmail, man.

Wilkes said if I loaned him my ID,
he'd keep me out of his story.

- About the drugs?
- Whoa.

I just transferred to Norfolk.

I don't know anything about that.

Wilkes needed your ID for a reason.

We look alike.

He wanted to get into our barracks
for research.

Research on what?

I don't know. Honestly.

But you can't tell the guys.

They found out someone had been
through their stuff, they were angry.

Angry enough to kill?

- That's fine. What I'm gonna say.
- Are you sure?

MAN:
You don't know what it's like.

McGEE: What's going on?
ZIVA: You tell me.

I came in and they were all together.

I told Agent Dorneget to bring in
Grismer's roommates one by one.

I'm not sure he knew
we meant separately.

Maybe they haven't had the chance
to get their stories straight yet.

KELSO:
If this is about some reporter

going through our quarters,
we don't know anything.

And we don't care
what Grismer told you.

- Grismer's the one missing, right?
- So much for that.

Petty Officer Kelso,
are you the leader of this little gang?

Yeah, sure. So what?

So that makes you the lead suspect
in the murder of Tyler Wilkes.

I told you.

We don't know anything.

But if the guy's dead,

- we're not losing sleep, right?
MEN: Right.

Wilkes was trying
to embarrass the Navy with his story.

So you knew
what the story was about?

- Don't you?
GIBBS: Well, I got a good idea.

Drugs.

I'm not gonna let anyone
smear the Navy.

GIBBS:
I don't care who talks.

I want answers.

Fine. I killed Wilkes.

SMITH:
No, I killed him.

- It was me.
- I did it.

Seems you have a problem.

McGEE:
Boss, what do you want us to do?

We can't arrest all of them.

Why not? They confessed.

Put them in the holding cell.

Then we can arrange a transfer.

That room's only meant
for one person.

Well, perhaps by morning
they'll be willing to talk.

Is that legal?

So, what do you think?
Will they go quietly?

I was already planning
on doing some light cardio tonight.

Good workout, Gus.
Sorry about the nose. Heh.

MAN: Let's get out of here.
WOMAN: Okay.

[UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING
OVER EARPHONES]

[CHUCKLES]

No kiss for your father?

What are you doing here?

Come. Let's go for a drive.

ELl: Someday you must give me
a proper tour of your city.

Perhaps when it is warmer.

ZIVA:
Where is your protection?

They've usually given themselves
away by now.

That is why they do not know
I am in the country. No one knows.

You're the director of Mossad, Abba.
That is impossible.

Ziva, nothing is impossible,
only difficult.

Which makes this
the stupidest thing you've ever done.

Which is saying something.

Don't you remember
the last time you were here?

Yes, you said sometimes
life surprises you. Surprise.

What is your business here?

My daughter has made no effort
to visit me in the last two years,

so I must go to her.

I am here for you, Ziva.

How long have you been here?

I arrived this morning.

But waited
until I knew you were alone.

- What if someone saw you?
- At your gym?

At all.

Surely you still have enemies
that want you dead.

You think? Ha-ha.

Ziva, I do not walk straight lines.

As your Agent Gibbs would say:

- "This is not my first radio."
- Rodeo.

- You could have at least called.
- I did not want to be refused.

There's no other reason
for your visit?

[BREATHES DEEPLY]

I promise you.

My intentions are honorable.

No one will know I was here.

Now I have answered
all your questions.

[SPEAKS IN HEBREW]

Whoa. Trippy.

Abby?

Gibbs, look what McGee found.

It's my spyglasses
from the first time I went undercover.

Well,
you never forget your first time.

A lot's changed since then.

Yeah, some things haven't.
What do you got?

Um, DNA and fingerprint samples
from our holding-cell four.

Our clique of confessed murderers
are getting ripe and restless.

GIBBS:
Victim's apartment?

Yeah,
no sign of a break-in or a struggle.

- Don't have a crime scene yet.
- Yeah, or much else either.

I mean, Wilkes owns a cell phone,
a tablet computer,

a bunch of high-end cameras,
and they're missing.

- Or destroyed.
- It could be our best shot to linking

the murder to our stinky suspects.

Put a BOLO on Wilkes' car?

ZIVA:
We're still waiting for a hit.

Can I borrow Gibbs
for just a moment?

Okay, but bring him back
when you're through.

[ELEVATOR BELL DINGS]

[DOOR CLOSES]

What's up, Ziva?

My father's in town.

He came to see me last night.
Alone.

Even his own people
do not know he's here.

I know it sounds bad, and this is the
last thing you want to deal with, but I...

I did not want to hide anything
from you.

Why is he here?

To spend time with me.

Or so he says.

I know it sounds silly
when I say it out loud.

- Not silly.
- But suspect.

What do you want me to do?

Spend time with your father.

Really?

And keep me updated.

Of course.

Until we know for sure
what he's up to.

[ELEVATOR WHIRRING]

Are you going to tell the director?

[INTERCOM BEEPS]

WOMAN:
Director, I have your wife for you.

LEON:
What line?

JACKIE: So this is why you had
to be in the office so early.

Garfield shipped Nermal
to the Kremlin again?

Lasagne shortage in Damascus.

[CHUCKLES]

What are you doing here?

You left before we could talk
this morning.

Well, you could've just called.

True. But if I had told your assistant

that the kids are spending the night
at a friend's tonight

and we have the whole house
to ourselves,

she might have misunderstood.

And you didn't want that message
to get lost in translation.

That's right.

Plus, I wanted to personally convey
the importance.

What's the occasion?

Us.

I'll clear my schedule.

[CELL PHONE RINGING]

You better put out a memo.

Yeah?

Schmeil lives outside of Tel Aviv now,
in senior living apartments.

But based on his level of energy
and his tolerance for alcohol,

you'd never know he's retired.

The old man has not changed. Hah.

- He's no fan of yours.
- Oh.

My fans become fewer by the day.

Now,
this is what retirement should look like.

That was not supposed to be there.

I was undercover.

It's very convincing.

Did you mean your retirement?

Oh, Ziva.

The world is changing.

And what about you?

You have disagreed with many
of my past decisions as a father,

and I have always hoped
to make up for it

when I am free
from this responsibility.

But judging from the way
you are looking at me,

perhaps my sins are too great.

I think you're confusing retiring
with repenting.

Only the latter makes any difference
to me.

Then let this visit be a first step
to my redemption.

Was it a boy or a girl?

- It was not real.
- I know.

But what did you tell people
when they asked you?

I said it was a girl.

LEON: What the hell's he really
doing here, Gibbs?

Thought you'd have an idea.

I do. I don't like it.

Word at State has been
Eli's on his way out at Mossad.

Political climate's changing in Israel.
Eli's too old-school.

- They're looking for accountability.
- As they should.

The world's one incident away
from nuclear war.

The last thing anyone wants
is Eli David poking the bear

- with a stick. Including me.
- I thought you two were buddies.

I'm not calling the cops.
I'm just asking him for his car keys.

He won't go quietly.

That's what's got me worried
about this little visit.

I was just on with a friend
at Homeland Security.

I asked about any high-level threats
in the Capitol.

They know about Eli?

No.
He's flying under everybody's radar.

But another name popped up.

Arash Kazmi's in town.

GIBBS:
Iranian Intelligence.

LEON:
Eli's new VEVAK contemporary.

The two of them grew up
on different sides

of the same stretch
of the Israel-Palestine border.

Kazmi moved to Tehran
when he was 9.

What's he doing in D. C?

Stopover on his way back
from the U.N. Council.

Kazmi's first visit to the U.S.,
Eli just happens to be here.

Director David wants to prove
that he's still an asset.

By taking out a high-level target.

Quickly and quietly, Gibbs.

GIBBS:
You ought to ride shotgun, Leon.

You gotta call it.

Shotgun.

You've been playing with your phone
all afternoon.

A new boyfriend
you have not told me about?

Or could it be business related?

With you, it's always business.

Leon, my old friend.

A little bird must have told you
of my visit.

Can't blame her.

On the contrary, Agent Gibbs,

I counted on my daughter's loyalty
to you.

We know about Kazmi.

You do not know
as much as you think you do.

Won't let you kill him, Eli.

I should hope not.

You're late.

Please, won't you all come in?

I would ask you to sit,
but we do not have much time.

Thank you for coming, director.

They think I'm here to kill you.

A misunderstanding, I hope.

Otherwise,
I have made a grave mistake

in eluding my security detail.

I believe you owe me something.

Ah. Yes.

GIBBS: Uh-uh.
ELl: Heh.

Merely an olive branch.

Or rather its fruit.

Thank you. Huh? Heh

Mm. Mm, mm.

- What is going on?
- That's a damn good question.

My apologies, Leon, but I knew
you would never agree to this meeting.

Or even believe that it was possible.

Not without bloodshed.

We are here to prove otherwise.

- Mm. A taste of home.
- Arash and I grew up

on opposite sides of the orchard

where these olives were grown.

The Israeli-Palestine border.

Neither side claimed the land,

so as children,
we both picked the fruit.

KAZMl:
He was taller than I was,

and always managed
to reach the better harvest.

Borders have since changed,
as have allegiances.

Temperaments have not.

Israel remains too entitled.

Iran cannot force its will
upon the world.

Not exactly inspiring a chorus
of "Kumbaya."

We agree on very little,

but we recognize the need

for this kind of open
and honest dialog.

ELl: Even if our governments do not.
- They don't.

Which is why we have risked our lives
to make this possible.

If either of our nations knew,
we would both be dead.

So why do you need me?

You are aware that my position
in Mossad is uncertain.

I know this because you
have stopped taking my calls.

You were always
the better politician.

And you want me to use those skills
to make sure you stay in power.

Not asking much, are you, Eli?

This could be the difference
between war or not.

Leon, my friend.

You and I are forged in blood.

But peace can be our legacy.

I'll do what I can.

Thank you.

I must go.
My absence will be noticed.

Of course.

I'm not sure what just happened.

That makes two of us.

The first step to redemption.

[CELL PHONE RINGING]

Yeah, McGee?

McGEE: We found our victim's car
in an off-airport parking lot at Reagan.

No video security,
and airlines have no record

of anyone flying
under the names Wilkes or Grismer.

Based on the broken
driver's-side window

and the victim's blood on the floor,
the fight started at the parked car.

- We got our crime scene.
ABBY: That's not all we got.

We also found all of the victim's stuff,
including his camera.

Unfortunately,
the memory card was wiped clean.

Likely the work
of whoever killed Wilkes.

ABBY:
But what the killer didn't know

is that the memory card
is Wi-Fi enabled.

- That a good thing?
- The memory card automatically

uploads photographs
to the user's phone,

or in this case, the tablet we found
under the backseat,

using a Wi-Fi or a cellular signal.

Auto backup.

We have all the photos the victim took
before he was killed.

McGEE: No clear shot of the face,
but it's definitely the same person.

Could be looking at why
Wilkes didn't get on that plane.

McGEE: Or maybe the killer himself.
GIBBS: Got an ID?

ABBY: Oh, all we've got so far
is his coat and his hat.

Sold at, probably,
every department store everywhere

and impossible to track.

But we'll try.

Do it.

[DOOR CLOSES]

Hey.

[CHUCKLES]

You're home early.

I haven't even had time
to put dinner in the oven

or change clothes.

You have to work late?

No, no, I'll be home for dinner.

- But...
- Is that wine kosher?

What's Eli doing here?

You wouldn't believe it if I told you,
but he and I need to talk, unofficially.

Beltway Burger on 36
has a drive-through.

But it doesn't have you.

Or your mother's recipe
for baked chicken.

- It's important.
- Always is.

- What time is dinner?
- Sundown.

Okay.

- Thank you.
- Yeah.

So we'll still have the house
to ourselves after dinner, right?

You had your shot, baby.

Huh.

Been digging through Wilkes' tablet,
boss.

We found a draft of his latest story.
Explains his m.o.

Let's hear it.

Well, our shady reporter
was using a look-alike ID.

To fly standby
on military cargo planes.

Wilkes, as Grismer, was supposed
to get on a flight the day he was killed.

The Mystery-Hat-Guy is not one
of our l-Am-Spartacus-Quartet.

Based on picture's time stamp,

petty officers had already reported
back to Norfolk.

Yeah? Why did they lie?

Um, Wilkes' story details the drug
addiction of a former rack mate.

He's already getting treatment.

Maybe he knows about the drugs.

But it never went public.

Our fab four figured if Wilkes
was already dead, the story'd go away.

Didn't wanna be the ones
to bring it up again.

So they copped to the murder
instead.

Not sure if that's loyal or stupid.

It's both. Cut them loose.

- Did you change clothes?
- I have a dinner date.

Shabbat dinner?

It is Friday night.

But I have no idea what
or who you are talking about.

- Just tell him Agent Meatball says hi.
ZIVA: Ha-ha-ha.

He would not be joking with you
if he did not like you, Tony.

Believe me.

What is that?

Wilkes' killer. Sort of.

Why, did we miss something?

Ziva?

It is nothing.

We're here if you need us.

You have been very quiet.

Do you want to tell me
what has changed since this morning?

Wait.

Did you lie
about when you arrived in the country?

What is this about?

ZIVA:
The truth.

Ziva, the truth has many faces.

Tell me about this one.

I wanted you in that room today, Ziva,
more than Vance.

Wilkes recognized you and started
taking pictures of you, did he not?

I wanted to put an end
to your perpetual suspicion of me.

You followed him
and took his camera.

I wanted you to look at me
like you did when you were a child.

With pride.

I saw that briefly today.

He fought back.

It was an accident.

But you knew if word got out
that you were here,

it would ruin everything
you came to do.

I came to show you the good.

I needed to protect that.

An innocent man is dead.

You disposed of his body
and you lied about it.

Yes, I did.

But why is that the only part of this
that you can see?

Because you were right.

Your sins are too great.

Ah.

So be it.

But will you please sit across from me
at the dinner table one last time?

Thanks.

JACKIE:
Here you go.

ZIVA:
No, thank you.

You have gone out of your way
in welcoming me, Jackie.

The candles, the meal.

Truly a Shabbat feast.

The magic of Internet research.

- Thank you.
JACKIE: Mm-hm.

You even have the challah.

Store-bought.
Since this was all last minute.

I have caused you trouble.

To clean slates.

For all of us.

Forgive me, Leon.
But the blessing before we drink.

Oh, uh...
It's hard to keep it all straight.

No, no, no. Ziva used to say
the same thing when she was young.

But the purpose of these traditions
is to always remind us

of what God has given.

Life, freedom and family.

[SCOFFS]

[LINE RINGING]

Ziva.

My father killed Tyler Wilkes.

[GUNFIRE]

GIBBS [OVER PHONE]:
Ziva!

[TIRES SCREECHING]

Federal agent! Stop!

ZIVA:
Hands in the air!

[CELL PHONE RINGS]

- Gibbs.
- What happened?

I do not know.
I saw the shooter and went after him.

Get back to the house.

The shooter's wounded, Gibbs.
I'm not gonna lose him.

I'm coming to you.

McGEE: Tony.
TONY: Call an ambulance.

GIBBS: You okay?
ZIVA: I'm fine.

He's not.

[SIRENS APPROACHING]

GIBBS:
He stopped to rest.

When a wounded animal
has lost too much blood,

it knows it can no longer run.

Yeah, so he hides.

Got blood.

[OBJECT RATTLING]

- Director Vance?
LEON: DiNozzo.

- You're bleeding.
- It's not mine.

I need more towels.

Hold on. Hold on. Hold on.

[POUNDING ON DOOR]

GIBBS:
Federal agents!

ZIVA: We know you're in there.
We're coming in.

Keep your hands
where we can see them.

[DOOR OPENS]

ZIVA:
Hands!

I did not expect you
to come after me.

Rather than checking
on your father.

What about him?

Who are you?

A man with one last job to do.

Do you have a light?

- There's poison in the cigarette.
GIBBS: Spit it out.

[CHOKING]

GIBBS:
Get him on his side.

- Get him on his side.
- Don't die! Don't die!

Don't die! Uhn.

GIBBS:
Hey!

That's enough. Let's go.

[SIREN WAILING]

- McGee.
- Director just left in the ambulance.

He's okay, but Mrs. Vance was hit.
Not sure how bad.

What about my father?

McGee?

No.

Abba!

Abba!

[SOBBING]

Who did this?

ZIVA:
Oh, Abba.

[SPEAKING IN HEBREW]

[CELL PHONE RINGING]

Any word on Mrs. Vance?

Still in surgery.

It's been two hours.

TONY:
He hasn't moved.

He hasn't answered his phone,
either.

The SECNAV started calling me.

- Did you answer?
- No.

I didn't know what to tell him.

He wasn't supposed to know
Eli David was in town.

No one was.

You know, if the wrong people
found out what happened,

this could be taken
as a declaration of war.

Maybe that's what it is.

Israel, Iran.

U.S., Iran. U.S., Israel.

Tony?

We came as soon as we heard.

DUCKY:
Oh.

Let's wait in the lobby.

Good idea.

[SIGHS]

[CELL PHONE RINGING]

[KEYPAD BEEPS]

Leon?

She's dead.

My wife is dead, Gibbs.
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