NCIS (2003–…): Season 10, Episode 22 - Revenge - full transcript

NARRATOR:
Previously on NCIS:

Get everything
they've got on Officer Mantel.

McGEE:
They've labeled him a rogue officer.

Here are pictures of Bodnar
leaving the United States.

You can forget Italy.
Going to Berlin instead.

Where Bodnar is truly headed.

- A simple joint investigation.
- When were you gonna tell me?

ZIVA: It was my father
who led me to Berlin.

- Diamonds.
ADAM: Ziva.

Adam. Thank you for coming.

I know you blame me
for your father's death, Ziva.

You don't know the entire story.

Yaniv? Llan's brother.

Using an alias,
Yaniv boarded the plane to Rome

and Bodnar stayed in the U.S.

Know how much manpower we
wasted looking for Bodnar in Rome?

Let everyone take
the wild goose chase

and hope that Bodnar let
his guard down in the United States.

Tony.

TONY:
Ziva!

[HORNS HONKING]

- Ilan.
- I told you to walk away, Ziva.

[GROANING]

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

- How are they?
- Lucky.

- David's sure it was llan Bodnar?
- Yeah. He took the diamonds.

- You can see them.
- They being released?

Waiting for an orthopedist
to sign off on their x-rays.

Thank you.

What are we doing sitting here?

We know Bodnar's in the country.
We know he knows.

Relax, Agent David.
You were just in a major accident.

- There is nothing wrong with me.
- How's my car?

[ZIVA SIGHS]

- Where's Bodnar's brother?
- Federal marshals are holding him.

Forget about Yaniv. He's worthless
to us. He'll never give up llan.

- What's this?
- It's your weapon.

- Where is mine?
- It's been fired.

State troopers put a hold on it.
It's part of their investigation.

You won't need it.

No field work for either of you
until the doctor signs off.

McGEE:
Boss?

The SUV that rammed Tony's car

was registered to a soccer mom
in Falls Church.

She reported it stolen
out of her driveway.

- Getaway car?
- Ziva got a partial plate

and gave a pretty good description.
Got the address where it's registered.

Okay.

NCIS! Come out
with your hands up!

Cease fire!

AGENT 1: Clear.
- Clear.

- Clear.
AGENT 2: Clear.

AGENT 3: Clear.
- Boss?

Not Bodnar.

The getaway driver?

[ELEVATOR BELL DINGS]

By now Nurse Ratched
must have realized we snuck out.

Don't think that was her name.

But I was not gonna spend
another hour filling out paperwork.

Where are they?

Call McGee again.

I already called him three times
and Gibbs twice.

They're not answering on purpose.

Hey, look, I got a message.
Maybe it's them.

AUTOMATED VOICE:
You have one new message.

Please enter your password.

Turn around, please?

- First new message.
HARRIS: Hey, Tony, it's Harris.

I'm calling to give you
a heads up.

- My insurance agent.
- Sorry but it's not good news.

You're gonna be getting a call from
the company that wrote your policy.

They heard about the accident
you had last night

and they're putting you on
the "at risk"list.

- What?
- I guess it's to be expected.

I mean, it's the third car
you've totaled. Sorry, pal.

TONY:
I didn't total anything, Harris.

My Corvette was stolen and crashed.
La Grenouille blew up my Mustang.

Why am I telling this to a machine?
It wasn't my fault.

- You need a hand?
- Yeah. My own.

You should really keep your arm
immobile.

- Pain is gonna kill you.
- It only hurts if you let it.

Okay. Thank you, G. Gordon Liddy.

It's all yours, Duck.

- Is there a problem, Palmer?
- No, no.

It's just I've never seen you do
anything at a crime scene before.

That didn't sound right.

Uh... I've never seen you do
any actual work.

I suggest you do your work,
Mr. Palmer,

- before I have two bodies to examine.
- ID is bogus.

Driver's license number doesn't exist
in the Virginia DMV database.

And I'm sure his real name
isn't Carl Miller.

Yes, I tend to agree with you, McGee.
This miscreant has no fingerprints.

I got something.

"See Reisiger 19."

Reisiger? Sounds like a name.

You and Ziva run into anybody
named Reisiger

- when you were tracking Bodnar?
- No, I don't think so.

- This looks like some polished stones.
GIBBS: Uncut diamonds, Palmer.

His payment for helping Bodnar.

With the rest of the diamonds,
he could hide forever.

[ELEVATOR BELL DINGS]

Oh, my God.
You guys, I was so worried.

- Group hug.
- Ugh! Oh, we're fine.

Wow, ow. Yikes, is that broken?

[MIMICKING JACK NICHOLSON]
No, Mrs. Mulwray.

But I damn near lost my nose.

- I like breathing through it.
- Mrs. Mulwray?

[NORMAL VOICE] Faye Dunaway.
And of course, Mr. Jack.

Yeah, I know. Chinatown.

Wait, is that the side molding
from my car?

Oh, no, no.

I didn't get a good look in the dark.
How bad is it?

It's bad. It's terminal.

Where are Gibbs and McGee?

Um... I don't know.

That does not sound very convincing.

I can't lie. I never have been able to.

- But I'm sworn to secrecy, okay?
- Why?

Let's look inside the SUV.

Okay, so the crash was definitely
premeditated.

There was a four-point harness
installed and the airbag was removed.

Why would he remove the airbag?

- Where is the MCRT truck?
ABBY: Um...

It's, uh... Would you believe me
if I said it was out being serviced?

- You are a very bad liar.
- I know.

Remember, Abs, she's trained
in torture techniques.

Yeah.

WOMAN:
Can I see the inside?

GIBBS: No, sorry, Miss Gillis.
It's a crime scene.

I just can't believe
that this has happened to my house.

How long has Mr. Miller been renting
from you?

A little over two years.
I almost didn't, though,

because he showed up on
a big, noisy motorcycle.

- I hate motorcycles.
- He still have that motorcycle?

He was working on it out in the garage
last time I drove out to collect the rent.

GIBBS: You know what Mr. Miller
did for a living?

No. He traveled a lot though.
Sometimes two, three months.

If he knew he was gonna be gone
that long, he paid me in advance.

In cash. I don't know if I'm gonna find
a tenant like that again.

- When's the last time you saw him?
- First of the month.

You ever see this man?

Nope. But that doesn't mean
he wasn't here.

I haven't been inside
since I leased the place to Miller.

Okay. Thank you. Give you a call
if we have any more questions.

Well, I got a question.

Who pays for all the damage?

Someone from the agency
will be by to contact you.

Hey, what are you doing here?

ZIVA: Same thing you would do
if someone tried to kill you, Gibbs.

- Bodnar?
- No, no sign of him.

- Who's that?
- We think the getaway driver.

- A name?
- Only an alias.

Oh, not to worry. Fingerprints aren't
the only means of ID'ing a body.

We have facial recognition,
dental records, DNA,

and a whole host of other methods.

All I need is a little quality time
with our patient.

Found this in his pocket.

Reisiger. Sounds German.

You run into anybody by that name
in Berlin?

- No.
- No.

Boss, motorcycle's missing
from the garage.

But I found this
above the workbench.

Probably how Bodnar got away.
I'll put out a BOLO.

Why didn't you alert me
before the raid on the house?

Bodnar was on the move.

Gibbs felt and I agreed
that time was of the essence.

What would you have done?
Bodnar rammed DiNozzo's car.

Almost killed two agents
and he stole the diamonds.

Come on, Tom, how many years
did Gibbs work for you?

Give him leeway, he gets results.

The only result we have now is
a dead body you can't identify.

If Bodnar is still here,

it's Homeland and the FBI
that have to track him down,

not NCIS.

I spent years in this office,
sitting in that chair.

I got a great affection for this agency.
I don't wanna see it compromised.

- Nor do I.
- You are the director of NCIS, Leon.

You have a personal stake
in catching Bodnar.

Your agency has to keep a distance.

[ZIVA SPEAKING IN HEBREW]

[ZIVA CONTINUES
SPEAKING IN HEBREW]

That was my contact,
Adam Eshel at Shin Bet.

Israel's internal security agency has
nothing on anyone named Reisiger.

Same thing with Interpol and FBI.
Got zip on their databases.

Closest thing I could find
was a Reissinger,

spelled with two S's and an N.

Frieda, 92. A Nazi collaborator.

One thing you can say about Bodnar,
he sure pays his help well.

Abs, tell them what those four uncut
diamonds are worth.

There's a total of 18 carats,
all rated a WS1 at least.

And the gemologist I consulted with
said they'd be worth at least $75,000.

- Why uncut diamonds?
- Because they're harder to trace.

Yeah. A cut diamond can be plotted
like a fingerprint

and they sometimes have
laser inscriptions.

Can you imagine what that pouch
we brought back must be worth?

Oh, right, Berlin.
I didn't get to ask. How'd it go?

Go?

[CELL PHONE RINGS]

Ooh. Ah.
It's my auto insurance company.

Can one of you guys answer it

and just sort of pretend to be
my secretary or something?

Don't be a child. Just pick it up.

Abby, would you?

Agent DiNozzo's office.
How can I help you?

He's not available right now.
Can I take a message?

[WOMAN TALKING INDISTINCTLY
OVER PHONE]

That's... That's pretty harsh.

You need to be a little more
sympathetic, okay?

This has been very traumatic.

- I don't like your tone.
- Just take a message.

Why don't I have Mr. DiNozzo
call you back at his convenience?

Okay, I'll tell him.

Great. Thanks. Tell me what?

- They're canceling your policy.
- What?

If you don't call them back
in 24 hours.

Come on. This is such a nightmare.

God, what am I supposed to do?
I got no car.

I need wheels. McGee, you're gonna
have to drive me home tonight.

I'm sorry.
Is that your way of asking for a favor?

And pick me up in the morning.

You are aware the city
has an excellent

- public transportation system?
- Ugh.

Any idea who he is?

I must apologize for my unbridled
optimism this morning, Jethro.

I am no closer to identifying this man
now than before.

Abby ran his DNA
and she came up empty.

This guy's had more plastic surgery
than Joan Rivers and Cher combined.

That is an inappropriate remark,
Mr. Palmer, however accurate.

This man has gone to great lengths
to conceal his identity.

Besides removing his fingerprints,

all of the key parameters
for facial recognition

have been surgically altered.

Shape of his nose,
the length of his chin.

He's even had the contour
and length of his ears changed.

In recent years, ears have proven to be
a more unique ID than fingerprints.

They have a 96.6 percent
degree of accuracy.

- How about dental records?
- Useless in this case.

All of his teeth have been replaced
by full-mouth dental implants.

Yeah. This guy's even had
a tattoo removed over here.

I'm sorry to sound so discouraging,
Jethro,

but I can assure you
we will continue to work on him.

You can't hide from me forever.

McGEE:
I pulled the utility records

from Miller's rental house
for the past six months.

This is a graph of water, power
and gas consumption.

As you can see, three months ago,
all three rose sharply,

suggesting an added person
was residing there.

I found Bodnar's fingerprints
everywhere.

There's more clues indicating
he was there for some time.

I pulled Bodnar's DNA off the lip
of that mug.

- What is that on the bottom? Mold?
- Dictyostelium discoideum.

It's a slime mold.
And it takes about two months to grow.

That tells me that Bodnar was there
at least that long.

- They didn't wash the cup?
- No.

Pretty gross.

I don't think the roomies are gonna win
any awards for good housekeeping.

And they had a visitor.

Yes, I pulled a fingerprint
off that bottle.

- Amir Mantel.
- The Mossad agent

who was so unceremoniously
delivered to me in the trunk of his car.

Well, that confirms that he and Bodnar
were working together.

[GRUNTING]

Ah!

If you don't like my rules,
find someone else to drive you.

All I wanted was to stop for coffee.
I was willing to treat.

- No one eats or drinks in my car.
- I guess sex is out of the question.

[PHONE RINGING]

- Your car rides really stiff.
- My car rides fine, Tony.

- You were in an accident.
- My Cadillac is like a cloud.

It's roomy and soft.

Okay, you know what?
Find yourself another ride.

It's for you, McGee. Please pick it up.
It's driving me insane.

Special Agent McGee.

Hey, he was trying to do you a favor,
wise guy.

- How are you gonna get to work?
- I'll figure something out.

I'm not that far out of your way.

- Start my mornings riding in with you?
- Mm.

[CHUCKLES]

Hey.

Why don't you take my Mini
the next couple of days?

- You kidding?
- No.

I'm gonna start jogging to work.
Just please don't total it.

Jog? Aren't you sore?
I can hardly move.

I'm fine.

Hey, what happened?

- Nothing.
- That's not from the accident.

- Thank you, boss. What's this for?
- You drove in with McGee.

[SNIFFING]

That was Metro.

They found the motorcycle
a block from Union Station.

Bodnar's on the move.
He left D.C.

Get the bike to Abby. Get security
footage from the train station.

I can't believe how fast
this year's gone.

My and Breena's first anniversary
is only in a couple of weeks.

The pressure is on.
What should I get her?

One of the benefits of bachelorhood,
Mr. Palmer,

I don't have such problems.

Oh, Jethro, it's good you're here.

Mr. Palmer and I finally have a lead
on Mr. Miller's identity.

The plastic surgeon
who altered his face

did a mentoplasty using a silicon
prosthesis that reshaped his jaw.

What's more, he elongated
the mandibular ramus.

That's a mouthful. Heh.

Yeah, FDA requires that all devices
can be tracked in case there's a recall.

Yeah, well, here it is.

It has a serial number on it.

- I believe you, Duck.
- No.

PALMER:
Abby contacted the manufacturer

who gave her the name of the surgeon
who installed the device.

A Dr. Madison Fielding.

[PHONE RINGING]

RECEPTIONIST:
Dr. Fielding's office, please hold.

- Can I ask you a question?
- Sure.

Why'd you wait so long?

- I'm sorry?
- To get your nose done?

You're, like, older than my father.

[LAUGHING]

Wipe the smirk off your face,
McGee.

Gentlemen,
the doctor will see you now.

Wipe that smirk off your face, Tony.

Dr. Fielding,
these are the NCIS agents.

- Thank you, Jessica.
- Thank you, Jessica.

- Wow. Wow. She's beautiful.
- Some of my best work.

- Special Agents McGee and DiNozzo.
- Ah. This is crazy.

Carl Miller was killed in a shootout?
What happened?

It's still under investigation.

- When did you do his surgery?
- After your call, I pulled up his file.

It was just over three years ago.

I did a lot of work on Mr. Miller.

- What was wrong with him?
- Nothing.

- He was quite a good looking guy.
- But you did it.

Well, some people have unwarranted
poor self-images of themselves.

I'm here to help.

- Mr. Miller was quite insistent.
TONY: Let me guess.

No insurance. He paid in cash.

Did you take photographs of him
before the surgery?

- I always do.
- Could we see them?

Certainly.

McGEE: Ow, wow. You completely
changed his appearance.

That's what he wanted.
To look different.

Those are the newest
saline implants.

- Do you want to feel one?
- Yes.

- Oh, dear.
McGEE: Wanting to look different

- didn't raise any red flags with you?
- Well, maybe in hindsight, yeah.

Could you e-mail me
those photographs?

Absolutely.

And what happened to you?

Ah. Uh...
A car accident. Just a little cut.

You want me to take a look at it?
Pro bono?

- We don't want it to leave a scar.
- Sure.

- Touch it?
- No.

[BEEPING]

ZIVA:
Bodnar's calling me.

Record it.

Hello, Ziva.

We're making a habit of meeting
like this.

Glad to see you're at work
and not seriously injured.

I was worried.

I doubt that.
You care only about yourself.

We've known each other
since childhood.

You know that isn't true.

You've changed, llan.

You used Yaniv.

Your brother now sits
in an American jail.

Ours is a strange business.
It has changed us both.

Could those two children
ever have imagined

that one would kill her own brother
and the other his mentor?

He was your mentor, all right.

But he was my father
and he was trying to bring peace.

Eli was taking Mossad and our country
in a dangerous direction.

He was selling us out to Iran.
It had to be stopped.

Are you calling me to tell
me that, llan?

No.

There is something
that you and NCIS must know.

As much as I didn't like or trust
Arash Kazmi, I did not kill him.

There are others who are responsible
for the assassination

of your father's Iranian friend.

Goodbye, Ziva.
This is the last time we'll talk.

No, it's not.

I will find you.

- So did you earn this, Abs?
- Oh, yes.

- What have you got?
- I ran facial recognition

of Miller's pre-op photo

and I got a match
to a South African passport.

It's with great displeasure
that I introduce you to Clive Goddard.

A bad man. A really, really bad man.

He's a mercenary that's involved
in blood diamond smuggling.

He disappeared in Angola
four years ago,

so Interpol and the South African
police had presumed him dead.

- Thanks.
- Wait. I need a favor.

What? Caf-Pow! Wasn't enough?

I want these filthy things
out of my lab.

Would you book them into evidence,
please?

I mean, men, women and children
were tortured and died

mining those blood diamonds
and I don't want to touch them again.

- I'll have Dorneget pick them up, okay?
- Thank you.

LEON:
What's his connection to Bodnar?

TONY:
We're thinking maybe diamonds.

Gibbs, you believe Bodnar's claim
he didn't kill Kazmi?

Why would he lie?
Do we tell Morrow?

Boss, I got something.
Ziva's video chat with Bodnar?

I enhanced the background and
surrounding elements in the recording.

Look at the deciduous trees.
The leaves are in full bloom.

They're three to four weeks
ahead of Washington, D.C.

And the rest of the east coast.

- This is unique to New York City.
- And why is that?

Because of the heat from the buildings
and the subway,

the seasons in New York are altered.

Trees lose their leaves later,
bloom earlier.

- You think Bodnar's in New York?
- I do. And there's this as well.

These lamp posts were designed
especially for Central Park

by Henry Bacon in 1907.

The same guy who designed
the Lincoln Memorial.

Makes sense that's where Bodnar is.

If you wanted to convert diamonds
into cash,

there's no better place
than New York's Diamond District.

We should tell Morrow.

See if there's a diamond broker
named Reisiger

- in New York.
- Yep.

You and I have to let
Homeland handle this.

Understood?

What's so important?

We have reason to believe
that Bodnar is in New York City, Tom.

You disappoint me.

I thought we had an understanding.
NCIS was gonna stay out of this.

Bodnar contacted us.
Special Agent David, to be exact.

- Did he tell her he was in New York?
GIBBS: No.

No, we were able to analyze
the transmission

to determine he was calling
from Central Park.

Our guess is he's trying
to launder the diamonds.

What was the purpose of the call?

He and Agent David go way back,
Tom.

I'm guessing remorse
for killing her father.

Well, I appreciate you making
this call.

Homeland has a major presence
in New York. We'll take it from here.

He's all yours, Tom.

You didn't tell him about Kazmi?

- No, I didn't.
- Why?

Because I'm not sure Bodnar
didn't kill him.

Why pass on unsubstantiated
information?

Leon.

Is there something else?

Yeah, I'm a little disappointed
it's not us taking Bodnar down.

You can relate to that,
can't you, Gibbs?

You really gonna run home?
I could give you a ride.

- I am in training, McGee.
- Training? For what?

Still can't believe
you let Tony borrow your car.

It's just a car. Material possession.
Ha-ha.

I have no emotional attachment to it.

Why are you two still here?

I was actually waiting for you.
I think I found something. McGee?

Yep.

A connection between Bodnar,
Amir Mantel and Clive Goddard.

Adam Eshel accessed
Shin Bet files for me

and found an interesting photo.

The two men were working for the
South African mercenary in Angola.

- They've stayed in touch.
- When was this photo taken?

Five years ago.
Mossad was tracking blood diamonds

that were being used
to finance terrorist activity.

That's good work, Ziva.

Come on, let's go home.
Get some rest.

- You too, McGee.
- I will. Just checking on something.

[DOOR OPENS]

[FOOTSTEPS]

Brought back your plunger.

You've had it for two years.

Why now, DiNozzo,
in the middle of the night,

you have a burning desire
to return my plunger?

Just an excuse to talk to you
about something.

After all these years,
you need an excuse?

I'm worried about Ziva.

- Why?
- How about, she let me use her car?

Which is actually pretty good.

It drives better than you'd think.
And it's pretty roomy on the inside.

After Eli's death, I noticed it.

She became secretive,
more focused.

- Ziva wants...
- Revenge? Yeah, I know that.

She's not gonna let it go, boss.

- It's out of her hands now.
- Speaking of her hands,

- did you notice her knuckles?
- No.

How was she in Berlin?

[SIGHS]

Anything you didn't tell me
about Berlin?

[CELL PHONE RINGING]

[ELEVATOR BELL DINGS]

Boss, I'm really sorry. I screwed up.

I sensed that something was wrong
and I was right.

- I don't know how I could be so stupid.
- The point.

We were played by Bodnar.

- He set up a trap and I fell into it.
- What exactly did you do, Timmy?

He knew that we'd try and analyze
the call to Ziva

and determine where he was.

So I did exactly
what he wanted me to do.

I analyzed the background.
Let me show you something.

Look at this.

I created an algorithm comparing
the background behind Bodnar

to recently posted videos
on CyberVid.

Found this video. It's gotten over
10,000 hits in the last few days.

- It's the same background.
- Yep.

And watch what happens
when I run them simultaneously.

[DOG BARKS]

That dog's pretty good.

He leaps in both images
at the exact same time.

Bodnar wanted to look like
he was in New York.

He matted himself into the video.

Now I have no idea where he is.

[ELEVATOR BELL DINGS]

Why am I the only one here
on time?

Something came up.
We had to come back.

Gibbs, McGee and I were here
until 6 a.m. Never got to bed.

- Just went home to change.
- And why was I not called?

I'd say ask McGee but don't.

- He's beating himself up.
- What happened?

Realized Bodnar staged
his call to you.

He wanted us to think he was in
New York and Timmy took the bait.

Ilan was always very smart
and devious.

He fill you in? Just met with Vance.

He's calling Tom Morrow to explain

we sent Homeland
on a wild goose chase.

- Not a call I'd wanna make.
- Back to square one.

Yeah. We have to revisit every clue,
every shred of evidence.

Damn, Ducky's not picking up.

He's releasing Goddard's body
to South African authorities.

- DiNozzo, go down and stop him.
- On my way.

Ziva, get Abby in the loop.

Time to get you ready to travel.

Well, my assistant, Mr. Palmer,
is preparing the remains as we speak.

You can pick them up
at your convenience.

Yes, that, that will be fine.

[SPEAKS IN AFRIKAANS]

Did you just say, "Buy a donkey"?

No, Tony. I was speaking Afrikaans,
the official language of South Africa.

Baie dankie simply means,
"Thank you very much."

I was making arrangements
with their embassy

to pick up Mr. Goddard here.

Flag on the play, Ducky.
Gonna have to hold off.

- We're not releasing the body?
- Not yet.

Sorry.

Afrikaans, Dr. Mallard?
You never cease to amaze me.

Oh, I don't speak the language.
Just a few key phrases.

I lectured at the University of Pretoria
one summer

on anatomical, clinical
and forensic pathology.

My students used to call me
Dr. Eend. Ha-ha.

- Eend is the Afrikaans for "duck."
- Interesting.

That note that we found
in Goddard's pocket,

"See Reisiger 19." We didn't know
that he was South African then.

Is it possible that those words
are Afrikaans?

Quite possibly.
It sounds Germanic Dutch,

from which the Afrikaans language
is derived.

You know what?
I have a translation app on my phone.

I got it when we were planning
to honeymoon in Europe.

Never got to go.

- I'll see if it has Afrikaans.
- Kaans. Afrikaans.

See if it has Afrikaans.

Ah. I don't believe it. It does.

DUCKY: What?
- Try "reisiger."

Yup. Pronounced "reisiger."

Means "voyager, traveler."

How about "see"? S-E-E.

Means "sea."

S-E-A. Like "ocean."

Nice. You guys are the best.

LEON:
I'm sorry you feel that way, Tom...

MORROW: Just stay out of it.
- Look...

- I mean it, Leon.
- I hope you keep me posted. I'm...

All right. Fine. If that's the way you...

[LINE DISCONNECTS]

- He being a hard-ass?
- Morrow thinks we misled him.

Sent him to New York on purpose
to get Homeland out of the picture.

- I know Tom. He'll get over it.
- He's threatened to go to

the director of national intelligence
if we don't lay off.

So do we "lay off"?

The man killed my wife, Gibbs.

TONY:
Sea.

Ocean.

Voyager.

Travel.

Nineteen.
Whatever that could mean.

Maybe it's a date. A flight number?

McGEE:
Well, how about this?

It's a freighter with Liberian registry
called The Ocean Voyager.

- Where'd you come up with that?
- Running the names of ships.

- Where is it?
McGEE: It is

in the Port of Baltimore.

And get this. It's docked at Pier 19.

Scheduled to leave for Cape Town,
South Africa, tonight.

TONY: So New York was a misdirect
to buy time.

- You redeemed yourself, McGoofup.
ZIVA: It is ironic.

The diamonds go full circle.

Back to Africa where
they can be easily laundered.

There are more uncut,
untraceable diamonds there

than anywhere else in the world.

I wonder if Bodnar learned
that from your father. Where's Gibbs?

- With the director.
- We gotta tell him.

- Hey, aren't you coming?
- Go ahead. I'll be right there.

[TALKING INDISTINCTLY]

MAN 1: Oh. We got a fire.
Someone get an extinguisher.

MAN 2:
Call 911.

[MEN SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY]

[MEN SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY]

[DOOR OPENS THEN CLOSES]

BODNAR:
Hey, hey, captain. Excuse me.

I have a question.

CAPTAIN:
Yes, sir. What do you want?

BODNAR:
Are we leaving on time?

CAPTAIN: I believe there might
be a slight delay, sir.

- What's the problem?
- I do not know.

The harbor master has put a hold
on disembarking.

- I am sure it's nothing.
- Thank you.

I told you I would find you, llan.

You never give up.

I've always admired that about you,
Ziva.

I could offer you a fortune
in diamonds.

But I know better.

They mean nothing to you.

There is only one thing I want.

I'm not gonna stand trial
in this country,

nor am I going back to Israel.

- You're just gonna have to shoot me.
- You know I will.

I also know you wouldn't shoot
an unarmed man in the back.

Ilan, stop.

Ilan!

[SIRENS WAILING]

[BOTH GRUNTING]

TONY:
That's her car.

McGEE:
Think that fire is Ziva's doing?

[BODNAR SCREAMS]

[KNOCK ON DOOR]

Come in.

You all right?

Is it over?

It's over.
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