NCIS (2003–…): Season 10, Episode 12 - Shiva - full transcript

NARRATOR:
Previously on NCIS:

- No kiss for your father?
- What are you doing here?

My father is in town.
His people do not know he's here.

LEON: Arash Kazmi is
Eli's new VIVAC contemporary.

- Iranian intelligence.
- We recognize the need

for this kind of open,
honest dialogue.

I think you're confusing retiring
with repenting.

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

An innocent man is dead.

You disposed of his body,
and you lied about it.

You're going out of your way
in welcoming me, Jackie.

- This was all last minute.
- My father killed Tyler Wilkes.

[GUNFIRE]

TONY: Director Vance?
- I need more towels.

[SPEAKING IN HEBREW]

[SOBBING]

Leon...

She's dead.

It's your turn, Ziva.
Say the blessing.

[CHANTING IN HEBREW]

[CHANTING IN HEBREW]

Why?

Why should I not be angry?

With all that has been taken,
why should I have faith in you?

Show me a sign.

Show me a sign
that I should not lose hope.

[DOOR OPENING]

- Tony.
- You haven't been answering your cell,

so I had McGee do that ping thing.

I should've known.

- Here you are.
- What do you want?

I want whatever you want.
Whatever you need. Friend to talk to.

Shoulder to cry on.

I'm done crying.

Ziva,

- I am sorry.
- I appreciate that.

But sympathy is the last thing
I want right now.

Okay, then.

Tell me.

What can I do?

What do you need?

Revenge.

JARVIS:
That's affirmative, sir.

Shooter's dead, but those
who hired him are still at large.

Of course, sir. POTUS is on board.

Secretary of state
is giving us 48 hours

- before telling Israel what happened.
- Won't need that long.

- You have an idea who's behind this?
- Might.

It should never have come to this.

You should have told me
the moment

that Eli David set foot
on American soil.

I don't report to you, Mr. Secretary.

Then Director Vance should've
told me.

But somebody should've told me.

Eli David arrived here one day
and was dead the next.

Wasn't a lot to tell.

Oh. There certainly is now.
Word of Eli's death gets out,

there'll be finger-pointing
from Baghdad to Belgrade,

not to mention the Palestinians,
the Iranians,

and every single radical group
that's gonna line up to take credit for it.

The wagons are circled.

It's a secret worth keeping
if it prevents war.

Good.

You talk to Leon?

Not since last night.

And Deputy Director Craig,
I supposed he's off

- visiting another port of call?
- On a flight back home now.

I hope he's up to filling
the director's shoes at a time like this.

He won't have a choice.

Rest in peace, Jackie.

GIBBS:
Hey, Duck.

- You all right?
- Just finished with Mrs. Vance.

A single gunshot
through her temporal lobe.

Ducky.

Meanwhile, Director David is in here
while I await further instructions.

I asked if you're all right.

Oh, some days are better
than others.

- What about you?
- What's his story?

Our shooter, suicide by cyanide.

A three-word nursery rhyme.

And a popular means of escape
throughout history for cowards.

Goering, Himmler, Goebbels.
Still no identification.

McGee's not having much luck.

Maybe medical records could help,

because it seems that cyanide
was only expediting the inevitable.

- What's that?
- His liver.

Riddled with inoperable tumors.

Doesn't appear to have been
under treatment.

I'd have given him six months.

Made killing himself easier.

Pity does not validate cowardice.

You shouldn't be here today, Leon.

I appreciate the concern,
Mr. Secretary,

but I needed a word and also wanted
to grab a few things from

- my desk.
- Oh, Leon.

Hey, I was just, uh...

I'm so sorry.

- Mr. Secretary.
- Deputy Director Craig.

Aren't you supposed
to be in Geneva?

Brussels.
International Crime Conference.

Geneva was last month.

Got the first flight out
as I got the news.

- What's this?
- Oh, that. Belgian chocolates.

Oddly enough,
I was picking them up for Mrs. Vance

when Special Agent Gibbs called.

Heh. It was always
her standing request

that I grab a box anytime
I was anywhere near a windmill.

- The kids will eat them.
- Of course.

The kids... Are the kids okay?

No, Jerome, they're not okay.

Not by a long shot.

- Can you give us a minute?
- Yes, sir, of course.

I'll just get myself caught up
downstairs.

Jerome?

- Thank you.
- Yeah.

Leon, if there's anything I can do
to help you and the kids...

I wanna stay.

- I want to be involved, Clayton.
- Leon...

I need to be a part of this.

Best I can offer
is to keep you in the loop.

But day-to-day responsibilities
will have to fall to your deputy director.

God, Belgian chocolates.
What am I thinking?

The poor bastard lost his wife.

I'm in there,
I'm babbling about windmills. Ugh.

It doesn't make sense, Gibbs. Jackie,
she always went out of her way.

She was so kind.

It's like she knew working
for her husband was no cake walk.

- Neither is being top dog, Jerome.
- I know that.

Look, I know you have opinions

about my management style
in the past.

- Who am I to judge?
- Rest assured

this is an interim assignment.
I have no intention of taking Leon's job.

- You and l...
- Deputy Director Craig,

I got your back.

You just...

- You keep your tie straight.
- It's not straight? Sorry. I don't... Uh...

A mirror.

- You find Ziva?
- Right where you said she'd be.

- She's home now taking a shower.
- And you let her?

She does not go back home again
until we know that she's not a target.

Boss, shooter's prints took me
from alias to alias,

but I was finally able
to get a positive ID through Interpol.

What is he? Iranian? Palestinian?

Would you believe Swedish?
Roland Ames, 35.

An officer with
the Swedish Special Forces

before abandoning his regiment
at the height of the Iraq War.

- Been on the lam ever since.
- Man without a country.

McGEE: Classified as a mercenary
since 2007.

No allegiances beyond
whoever's paying him.

Wonder what the going rate is
for killing the Director of Mossad?

Not to mention whatever fat bonus
he got for not being taken alive.

It doesn't matter. He was dying
anyway. Ducky found cancer.

You know, a guy like that,
he wants one last score.

Money doesn't mean anything

unless you leave it behind
for someone to spend it.

On it. Child, wife, mother.

Find out who he left the money to,
track the source.

Hang on. Before that, help me
track down Eli's Iranian pal, Kazmi.

- He's been quiet.
- Too quiet.

- I'll try his hotel.
- Don't bother.

No one's seen him all morning.
Remember that bug you gave me?

The remote tracking device?
You actually used that?

Well, yeah.
Kazmi's got a coat pocket.

- I'm proud of you, boss.
- That thing better work.

Of course it will. Just need to plug in
the activation codes and...

[BLEEPING]

There he is. Georgetown.
P Street and 35th.

Moving slow. On foot. No car.

- Pick him up now?
- No, keep tracking the money.

Check in with our friends in Israel.

I got this.

- Hello, Abby.
- Oh, my God. Ziva.

Oh, I'm so sorry.

I was gonna leave you a message,
but l... You know...

What do you say on a voicemail
other than:

"I'm so sorry, and I'm here for you."

What are you doing here?

I came to see my father's body
in autopsy.

Oh, no, you know
that's a giant secret, right?

Tony informed me.

As far as the world is concerned,
my father is alive and well,

and I must behave
as though nothing has happened.

- Sucks, right?
- Among other things.

Now, what is all of this?

- Oatmeal raisin.
- I can see that. Why?

Well, they say that the smell of fresh
baked anything makes people relax

and makes them more kind.

So, you know, at a time like this,
feeling like we do,

I just thought cookies
can't hurt, right?

- Tell me about the bullets.
- Oh, I can't.

No, l...
There's a too-close-to-the-crime list

and you and Director Vance
are the only two names on it so...

As my friend, please tell me.

There's nothing to tell.

The shooter could have
gotten them anywhere.

Anywhere.

We need to talk.

KAZMl:
Special Agent Gibbs.

You are aware
that if I am seen by the wrong people,

talking to a U.S. Federal agent,
it could cost me my life.

That's the same
as not talking to one.

[SPEAKING
IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE]

Pursuing me so publicly, Agent Gibbs,
could jeopardize everything

Eli and I are working to accomplish.

I'll jeopardize more than that.

- What are you doing?
- Where is Eli David?

- Have you talked to him?
- No, I don't know where he is.

Please, Gibbs, Eli assured me
that you could be trusted.

Can I trust you?

What are you not telling me? Hm?

Not here.

[SPEAKS IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE]

- [IN ENGLISH] How could Eli be dead?
- He was shot to death last night.

Director Vance's wife
was caught in the crossfire.

- Vance's woman is dead as well?
- Her name was Jackie.

She was a mother of two.

You don't think that
I had anything to do with this?

- Why wouldn't I?
- I swear on my children, I had no idea.

Eli was my friend.

I was the one who approached him
about forging peace to begin with.

Sounds like the perfect set-up to me.

Surely you know
that Eli was too smart for that.

I would have to be a fool
to attempt it.

Not to mention monster.

Not long ago, you and Eli
were calling each other a lot worse.

I can prove my innocence.

I will have VIVAC intelligence
sent to you, Gibbs.

Assassins, weapons experts,
any relevant suspects.

Eli had too many enemies.

- Just like you.
- Yes.

And they brought us together.

In which case, it is possible
that I could be next.

Well, maybe I should let you walk.

Do the whole world a favor.

- You have to trust me.
- The hell I do.

What other choice do you have?

Where is she?
You said you had her on the line.

Hang on.
I had some interference from Israel.

How is that, Timmy?
Can you see me?

- Yeah, Gabi, much better.
- So lovely to hear from you.

Lovely to see you too, Gavriela.
Looking stunning as always.

Oh, hello, Special Agent DiNozzo.

So he's "Timmy"
and I'm "Special Agent DiNozzo"?

- Since when?
McGEE: We need your help.

- You still have friends at the CIA?
- I have friends everywhere.

None like you, Timmy.

Uh, sorry, third wheel here.

Just wondering if any of your CIA buds
have seen Eli David recently.

Mossad Director David?

Not in Jerusalem.

Rumor has it he was taking a trip
to visit his daughter.

That's news to us.

Any chance he'd be coming over here
for a different reason?

Like any particular threat
that he might be under?

Well, he's always under threat.
Though the First Wave Group

has been making
the most noise these days.

First Wave?

I'm guessing that isn't the shampoo
that keeps your hair so lovely.

No, it is a pro-Palestinian organization
out to shut down Mossad in general,

and Eli in particular, for years.

It's funded by an American billionaire
named Gustafson.

Well, that's got a Swedish ring to it.

So help me, McBlivious, if you don't
pounce on that hot Israeli action

I will never forgive you.

Gabi's a spy, Tony.

Flirting's just another weapon
in her arsenal.

And what an arsenal. Huh? Ha, ha.

That wasn't just flirting, Tim,
that was flirting.

But for whatever reason, she's caught
the McFever and you're the only cure.

- Cure for what?
- For what ails us, boss.

Just checking a lead
from our mole in Jerusalem.

- Did you get anything out of Kazmi?
- Keep talking.

Finally heard back from Stockholm.

- Shooter's family?
- Ames has an ex-wife and a son

living in a town called Visby.

Personal account shows a wire
transfer of 20 million Swedish krona

- not three hours after the shooting.
- Twenty million. A lot of krona.

- Over three million U.S.
- Terrible exchange rate.

- Transferred from where?
- I'm working on that.

Well, could be this guy.

Duane Gustafson, 52,
heir to a Texas oil fortune

with a buttload
of Middle Eastern ties.

According to Gavriela, he finances
an anti-Mossad group in Palestine.

Gavriela's good-looking.

His e-mail auto-reply says
he's in D.C. Meeting with lobbyists.

- She likes McGee.
- Go get him.

GUSTAFSON:
Why don't we cut to the chase.

TONY:
Let's do that, Mr. Gustafson.

First Wave Group.

Our intel says they've made multiple
threats to Mossad Director Eli David.

- Well, maybe you should ask them.
TONY: Well, see, that's the funny thing.

Our intel says you are them.

Bit of an overstatement.

Being a loyal contributor does not
make me chairman of the board.

No. Being the only contributor might.

- Let's cut the bull.
- Please.

Do I have business ties
in the Middle East? Clearly.

And would those ties be a lot tighter
without the Eli Davids of the world

standing in the way of progress?

I'm sure you know
that answer as well.

Which entitles you to sanction threats
and finance violent acts?

Never. Understand,
my feelings about Israel

are far from political and hardly
personal. It's strictly business.

Hell, my own attorney's a Jew.

And I think it might just be time
to give him a call.

Don't let me interrupt,
Agent DiNozzo.

- Who's this guy?
LEON: I just want to ask Mr. Gustafson

what his feelings are
on the subject of collateral damage.

- Director...
- Like how he would feel if his hatred

for one person should inadvertently
spill over onto another.

A completely innocent person.

GUSTAFSON: Am I supposed to know
what the hell he's talking about?

Director Vance, need your help
with something right away. Please.

Make your phone call.

You know, it's all right, Leon.
It's perfectly understandable.

- No. No, it's not.
GIBBS: Hey.

Let's move it
down this end of the hall.

Director Vance, per Secretary Jarvis,
I'm afraid I have to ask you

to take administrative leave
until further notice.

Agents will escort you
back to your hotel.

DUCKY: I can always open the drawer
so you can actually see your father.

No need, Ducky.
This is close enough.

DUCKY: Farewells are always difficult.
Closure, even more so.

But if you ever have a change of heart,
then my door is always open for you.

What I need is for him
to be released for burial.

As soon as possible.

Yes, I'm well aware
of the Jewish tradition.

But you are taking your father's
remains back to Israel

while he is subject of an active,
albeit secret, murder investigation.

Which doesn't matter a bit, does it?

I'll do my best for you, Ziva.

[DOOR OPENS]

- Ziva. Go.
- Go where, Gibbs?

- My place.
- I have my own place. Thank you.

GIBBS:
And you can't be in it. Or here.

- Until we find out who did this.
- You know I can help.

- And you know my answer.
DUCKY: He's right, Ziva.

This is no place for you.
It's a time for mourning.

People who love and admire you
have matters well in hand.

I have matters in hand, Ducky.

- Look at me. I am fine.
- Then go be fine, just not here.

All right, here we are.

If you wanna make a list,
I can swing by your place,

pick up what you need
for the next few days.

I will not be here a few days.

Well, it's not that bad.

Best movie collection in town,
killer take-out down the street.

And you need to talk, Ziva.

Open up a little bit.

Tony, I'm gonna bury my father,
in Israel.

So I will not be here a few days.

Well, you can sleep in my bed and
I've borrowed the inflatable mattress

from the woman across the hall
who had that with... Never mind.

What about the couch?

Ah, someone else
is sleeping there tonight.

- There is my Ziva.
- Shmeil?

- Oh.
- Oh.

He was in New York.
I thought you might like to see him.

[CHUCKLES]

Thank you, Tony.

ABBY:
It's really quiet up here.

- Working through the night?
- It's starting to look that way.

- Any word on that Gustafson fellow?
McGEE: Lawyered up.

It's not in the clear
but Gibbs' gut isn't feeling it.

Neither is mine, for that matter.

Where is Ziva David?

- And you are?
- Ilan Bodnar.

Mossad Deputy Director.
I have reason to believe

that Director Eli David
has come here to see his daughter.

I'm afraid she's not here.

Yes, I've been blessed
with the gift of sight.

- What I want is answers.
- Heh. Take a number.

Excuse me.

And whose grandfather
would you be?

Well, that depends.
Who's your grandmother?

Where is the man in charge?

You got him,
Special Agent Tim McGee,

and if you want answers,
you might just have to wait.

BODNAR:
I disagree.

See, the man in charge I'm looking for
is your secretary of Navy.

As I am here at his invitation.
Now either you call him or I will.

Call Gibbs now.

[SIGHS]

Tsk.

[ZIVA GRUNTING]

[ZIVA GRUNTING]

Ziva...

Stop!

It's okay. It's just a bad dream.

No, it's not.

Hey, come on.

Leave me alone, Tony.

I'm fine. Really.

And to compound the tragedy,
one of our own was killed as well.

The wife of NCIS Director
Leon Vance.

Jackie was a dear friend.

And Eli David was my dear friend.

My leader, my mentor.

Surely the Palestinians
or Iranians are behind this.

Possibly.

My agency will never simply stand by
and wait for your people to do our job.

You don't have much of a choice.

Secretary Jarvis has just spoken
to our president

and to your prime minister.

In the best interests
of avoiding conflict,

the Israeli government has agreed
to let NCIS handle the investigation.

- Preposterous.
- The only provision is

you get to prosecute
after we've caught them.

Bodnar, it's a bitter pill,

but we want these guys
as much as you do.

[SPEAKS IN HEBREW]

You do what you must
and we will do what we must.

What exactly does that mean?

Eli David may have died
on American soil,

but the blood in his veins pumped
through a heart that belonged to Israel.

I make no promises.

LEON:
Thank you. Thank you very much.

I'll see you tomorrow.
Come on, guys.

[CHURCH BELL RINGING]

You guys wait by the car.
I'll be there in just a minute, okay?

How're you holding up?

Well, the kids want answers, Gibbs,
I can't give them any.

All they know is
what the news is saying.

That their mother was killed
by an intruder.

Details won't make it
any easier, Leon.

News can't know about Eli.

It's just a matter of time
before word leaks out,

if it hasn't already.

Not that you would tell me.

Nothing to tell. Not yet.

This whole ordeal has made me realize
something that I didn't expect.

It's helped me better
understand your choices.

I always thought I had a sense of
how you felt at the time, Gibbs.

Now I realize I wasn't close.

I never wanted
that kind of justice before,

but since the other night,
hell, that's all I think about.

Was it worth it, Gibbs?

It had to be some relief.

Do me a favor, Gibbs.

Get these bastards.

Jackie wouldn't have wanted
war breaking out over this either.

And if we let that happen,
she dies in vain.

She won't.

I don't know why I keep checking.

It's not like anyone's gonna
abduct Shmeil

between here and the corner deli.

[KEYBOARD CLACKING]

- Solitaire?
- None of your business.

TONY:
Oh, I think it is.

It's my apartment. My computer.

Ziva, it's my job to protect you.

- Who are you e-mailing?
- Old friends.

- In Israel?
- They do not know about my father.

- For the best.
- But apparently,

my father's prot?g?, llan Bodnar,
is in Washington, looking for me.

- Does he know what happened?
- He does now.

- And you did not think to tell me?
- I thought, Ziva.

I think a lot of stuff, all the time.

I've been thinking how
to keep you away from all of this

- but clearly that's not working.
- Why must I be kept away?

I have known llan
since we were children.

He always fancied himself a son to Eli,
a part of my family,

which he is not. I am blood.

And I'm not allowed
the same access?

What do you want?
The guy's Mossad.

I was Mossad.

And now you're the daughter
of a dead man.

Why don't you let yourself
act like one?

McGee, what do you got?

Still tracking the source
of the shooter's payment,

but we've got something
on the bullets.

Turns out they're Russian.

- Now the Russians?
ABBY: By way of Sweden.

So it's like borscht and meatballs.

These particular Russian slugs
were taken from a batch

seized by Swedish police last year.

They pulled in everything
but the smuggler. Omeed Abbasi.

He's an Iranian national, one of the
region's most prolific arms dealers.

- Iranian?
ABBY: Yeah.

Not fans of Mossad.

Oh, by the way, Gibbs, you would've
been so proud to see McGee

take on that
chesty Bodnar character.

And Ducky too,
they were total bad-asses.

It was nothing, boss.

That file of Iranian Intel we got
from Kazmi, is this guy in there?

[KEYBOARD CLACKING]

There's not a mention anywhere.

Why bother calling it intel?

KAZMl:
Of course I know this man.

Or I should say, I know of him.
He has been eluding capture for years.

Yeah, well,
I got a little tip for you, Kazmi.

Try putting him in your database.

What do you mean?

You said you'd give me everybody
in your VIVAC file

and somehow,
this Omeed guy isn't in there.

How is that possible?

I'm sure it's just an oversight
or a clerical error...

You get my problem here?
You're alive. Eli David is dead.

And the only link to the bullets
that killed him is this Iranian.

Naturally, all Iranians know each
other like brothers.

- Hey, you asked me to trust you.
- And I'm asking you again.

I plead with you, Gibbs,
let me look into this.

Why would I take his name out?

This creature is my enemy.

He has as much motive to kill me
as to kill Eli David.

Peace between nations
is bad for the weapons trade.

Is it not?

Stay here.

- Are you buying this?
- What, you're not?

Convince me.

Well, not having Omeed's name
in the intel is clearly damning.

Looks like an Iranian cover-up.
I know you think I'm na?ve,

but I take Kazmi at his word.
I just don't think he's behind this.

Me neither.

Boss, we're about to have company.

The great Gibbs. You disappoint me.

I was expecting more from a man
of such reputed integrity.

Wish I could say
the same about you, Bodnar.

You lied to me, both of you,
about the real reason for Eli's visit.

Tricked by that dog Kazmi
to believe in some ridiculous

pipe dream of peace
between our countries.

Maybe he didn't find it so ridiculous.

So you admit knowing about this
alleged d?tente between enemies?

We don't discuss investigations
with outsiders.

I am not an outsider.

And your people,
they don't know Kazmi as well as I do.

He cannot be trusted.

Kazmi's being questioned
like any suspect.

He's here? In custody?

- I'm calling Secretary Jarvis.
- Don't bother.

I'm calling my prime minister

and reporting that you've been
harboring Eli's killer.

And if the result of that is war...

well, then that would be your fault,
not ours.

[COMPUTER BEEPING]

[BEEPING]

- Hello, Ziva.
- Ilan.

I heard you were here.
How did you find me?

We both learned things
from your father. We are Mossad.

- Speak for yourself.
- I need to see you, Ziva.

Mourn the loss of a great man.

I loved him like a father.

Mine was always too busy
to spend time, but not yours.

- Never Eli.
- He was, um...

- He was fond of you.
- And of you.

He was so proud. Always boasting
about his American daughter.

We should meet. Talk face-to-face.

There are rules. I cannot.

Your father is dead.
You shouldn't bear this alone.

Come on, don't make me find you.
You know I can and will.

[SPEAKING
IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE]

[IN ENGLISH] My assistant Maya,
a woman I trust with my life,

assures me that Omeed's name
is in our database.

- Just not in the one she sent us.
- But there was a time lapse, Gibbs.

Maya sent the file
from our office in Alborz,

but the receipt marking its arrival
did not come for nearly six hours later.

So you think it was intercepted.

- Six hours, deputy director.
- That's director. Now.

Have you ever been hacked before?

- Twice. And you?
- Never.

- Well, to my knowledge.
- I am merely saying it is possible.

Ilan Bodnar tells me
you can't be trusted.

As he would tell anyone.

Heh. Eli's young prot?g?,
arrogant and ill-tempered.

Eli could teach him nothing
but to be suspicious of everyone.

Trained by the best.

[PHONE RINGING]

Yeah, McGee? Talk to me.

- I'm getting close on the money trail.
GIBBS: How close?

Wire transfer to the shooter's
ex-wife was handled

by a bank in the Caymans.

- First Security of West Bay.
- Northwest tip of the island.

McGEE: From there, 35 million
in Swedish krona was wired

- from a family trust.
- Name of the family?

Not sure if it's a family,
but the account is labeled "Virtue."

Get Ziva on the phone.

What is it, Tony?

Does the word "virtue" mean
anything to you?

Of course, Gibbs,
if you mean by definition.

No. No, more like a name.

A family business,
someone's company?

Ziva, it's the account
that paid the hit man.

Mean anything in another language?
Farsi, maybe?

In Farsi, the word for virtue is taqua.
It means nothing to me.

I know it's not Russian.
What about Hebrew? Arabic?

In Hebrew...

Yes, in Hebrew the word is tohar.

- Connection?
- A man's middle name.

- Whose?
- Ilan Bodnar. He's on his way here.

- My apartment?
- I'm armed.

DiNozzo, you're with me.

McGee, get to Bodnar's hotel
with backup. Go now.

Ziva, there's a gun taped to the back
of my toilet Godfather style. Use it.

Oh. You should've knocked.

- I live here.
- And you almost died here too.

GIBBS: Where's Bodnar?
- He never showed.

- Check with McGee.
TONY: All right.

Hey, you all right?

I don't know what I am right now.
My father trusted llan.

Rule number eight,
never take anything for granted.

TONY:
Hold on a second.

Bodnar's in the wind. McGee says
his hotel room is scrubbed clean.

- Yeah, he could be anywhere.
- He could be watching us right now.

JARVIS:
Mossad claims Bodnar acted alone.

The Israelis are as anxious
to find him as we are.

When Ames took himself out,

- Bodnar finished the job himself.
- Pin it on you. Take out Ziva.

Take over as Director of Mossad.

We always knew that our meeting
would be dangerous.

One can only hope

that Eli David will be remembered
for dying in the name of peace.

We have a car waiting
to take you to the airport.

No need. I will find my way.
I always do.

Kazmi, it's brave
what you and Eli tried to do.

Our worlds are different, Gibbs.

Our goals, the same.

[SPEAKING
IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE]

I'll be home soon.

[CAR ALARMS RINGING]

Oh, God, they've loaded
your father aboard.

I told his escorts
he doesn't like peanuts,

so they gave him pretzels instead.

Go with them, Shmeil.
I'll be there in a moment.

Take your time. It's a long flight.

Besides, I think someone's come
to see you off.

You did not have to come.

Well, you always forget your gum
and magazines when you fly, so...

They'll find Bodnar, Ziva.

Mossad is looking, CIA,
Navy Intel, Interpol, us.

Shmeil's got your back,
Shmeil, the man of steel.

- Don't do this.
- I am going to a funeral, Tony.

I am delivering my father's eulogy.

How's this for an opening line?

"He did it his way."

My father was, um, not an easy man
to understand and yet...

Complicated runs in the family.

Tony, I...

What?

[SPEAKS IN HEBREW]

I know.

[PASTOR SPEAKING
INDISTINCTLY]

[PASTOR CONTINUES
SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY]

Come on, kids.

[INAUDIBLE DIALOGUE]
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