NCIS (2003–…): Season 10, Episode 6 - Shell Shock: Part I - full transcript

Move! Move!

Move!

Don't!

Captain!

No! No!

No! No...!

Don't!

Captain!

Torres!

Torres!

10x06
Shell Shock
( Part 1 )

Ah, the sweet smell
of recycled air.

The hot glare
of an annoying skylight.

The weird whir
of broken fax machine.

Another day in paradise.

Well, somebody woke up
on the far side of the bed.

Actually, I sort
of did, Ziva.

Thanks to my annoying
new neighbors

who kept me awake
until 5:00 this morning.

The screamers?

The screamers.

- Third night in a row.
- I had neighbors

once who never stopped fighting.

Not that kind of screamer, Ziva.

Hey.

I don't know what happened,

but I must have taken your bag

last night when I left.
Do you have mine?

Yeah.

Thank you.

Hey, you didn't snoop, did you?

No, I didn't snoop.

That's your department.

My 1974 Instamatic.

- You're taking up photography?
- No.

No, but I loved it
when I was a kid.

I took this camera
with me everywhere.

And I found it in this box that
my dad gave me a while back.

I'm hoping Abby can develop
whatever's on this film.

- You do not know?
- No.

Well, if it's anything like
your boarding school picture...

What boarding school picture?

You did snoop,
you little liar.

- Give it to me.
- I don't know.

I really think Ziva
should see it first. Ziva?

Oh!

Oh, oh, oh.

Okay. Okay.

Okay.

Have your chuckles.

By the way,

that was a very good
look back in the day.

For a Bible salesman.

Tony, if I were you,

I would burn that film

because you do not want any more
of these getting out there.

It shouldn't have
gotten out at all,

but it did
thanks to McSnoop Dogg here.

Now, listen, give me the picture...

...because Gibbs cannot
get his hands on this.

Do you understand me?

Nice look, helmet head.

Hey, boss.

It was a transitional phase.

You know, the eighties.

Sort of had a John Denver thing
going on, and, uh..

Let's go.
Dead Marine downtown.

Uh, boss,
can I have that back, please?

See what you did?!

Can I have that back, please?

Watch and wallet are still here.

No signs of a robbery.

Got an I.D.?

Yeah. First Lieutenant
Michael Torres, 31.

Originally from Ohio.

Moved to D.C. after getting
engaged last year.

- Family?
- Parents have been notified.

Fiancée's out of town on a trip.
Get her back.

It looks as though
he's been beaten, Jethro.

Any weapon, Duck?

Uh, wounds are consistent

with the good
old-fashioned human fist.

Yeah, believe it or not,

at one point in my life,
I dabbled in boxing.

Well, I wasn't really
a boxer, per se.

Uh, more of a, uh,

an assistant.

Uh...

Uh... I was a bucket boy.

Give me a T.O.D., Duck.

Judging by the
lack of rigor

and the coagulation, oh,
approximately 2:00 to 3:00 a.m.

Oh, that is a nasty gash
to the back of his head.

Deep laceration.

Doctor, there's something
under his fingernails here.

Looks like dirt.

I have located just
one security camera.

Belongs to the owner
of the building.

The camera face the alley?

He believes so,
but I will verify.

Hey, boss.

Cops just got a call

about someone breaking
into the victim's apartment.

Witnesses described
a young white male

with blood on his clothes.

NCIS. Turn around.

Now!

Captain Joe Westcott, Sir.

Don't shoot. Don't shoot!

You're coming with us, Captain.

No, I can't. Can't. Those men--

they took Lieutenant Torres,
and I have to get him back.

No one has him.

He's dead.

Guy seemed pretty
out of it, boss.

Maybe he's still in shock.
Or guilty.

- Background.
- By all accounts,

Captain Joseph Westcott

and Lieutenant Michael
Torres were close.

Friends since childhood,
joined the Corps together.

Records are spotless.

Both highly regarded
by their unit.

C.O. called them
born leaders.

Says they exemplify
the highest level

of commitment to the Marines.

Captain never called 911.

Doesn't sound
like commitment to me.

What else?

Lieutenant Torres was finishing
his second tour in Afghanistan.

And, uh, Captain
Westcott his third

before his release

for medical discharge
eight months ago.

And yet he still uses the title.

That's habit.

He lives in Ohio.

Currently unemployed.

Father is alive,
mother is deceased.

One brother.
He's a Marine.

What type of injury?
Nerve damage to his right leg

after an ambush
on his unit

last year near Arghanda.

Still gathering details,
but we do know

that four Marines were killed.

With Lieutenant Torres...

that makes five.

So, what were you were doing

in Lieutenant
Torres' apartment?

Gathering supplies, sir.

I had to find him.

You saying he was
taken from the alley?

'Cause that's where
he was found.

They must've
dumped him back there.

- They?
- There were five or six attackers.

They came out of nowhere, sir.
Out of nowhere.

Special Agent Gibbs.
Sorry.

It's habit.

Where'd you get these?

Everything was just
happening so fast.

We were running,
it was dark, and I kept

yelling for Torres
to stay with me.

Stay with me.
Don't... let them gain on us.

And then, I...

I lost him.

Let's start
from the beginning, all right?

Where were you?

Last night...
when this happened.

We finished dinner at
this Italian place,

and we headed over
to a convenience store

to get something to drink.

And when we walked out,

I felt these guys
right on our tail.

Okay. What
time was that?

- Around 0200.
- Okay. Then what?

Well, then, next thing I know,
we're getting pounded.

And I got hit hard.

When I came to,

I saw Torres being dragged away,

and he was in bad shape.

And I just...

I wanted to help him.

I ran.

Uh...

Did you get a good look
at the attackers?

Uh... one.

And I keep

seeing his face
over and over in my head.

Okay.

I'll bring someone
in to do a sketch.

You can give
details, right?

Right? Captain?

Do my best, sir.

You serve, Agent Gibbs?

Scout sniper.

Then you know what it's like.

Seeing your friends die,

and thinking
you could've done more.

He's haunted by
what he saw.

I'm not at all surprised.

Lieutenant Torres suffered quite
an attack before his death.

Mr. Palmer?

We counted ten wounds.

Four in the arms and torso,

three in the face,
three to the back.

In other words, he was getting
punched from all directions.

Multiple attackers.

Well, it would appear so.

And yet, we didn't find
any offensive wounds.

His knuckles
are clear of bruising,

and his hands have no fractures.

Nothing to suggest
that he fought back.

That's weird
for a seasoned combat vet.

- Cause of death?
- Blunt force trauma.

The impact almost
split his skull open.

Oh, and there was a small amount
of gravel in the wound.

That's his head
hitting concrete.

We didn't find any fingerprints?

And no word from Abby yet on the
substance under his fingernails.

Yes, but I sent her
samples of blood

from each of his wounds.

These are her results.

They all match the
lieutenant's except one.

Doesn't match Westcott, either.

Yeah, well, it means one thing.

Find someone with a DNA match,
and you have your killer.

McGee, give me something.

Well, credit card records show

that Lieutenant Torres
made purchases at

Brusquelli's Restaurant
at 12:45 a.m.,

then at Atlantic E-Z Mart
at 2:03.

Right before his murder. Video?

Store security cameras were down
for repair.

Tony and Ziva talked
to the manager.

They're on their way back.

Got footage from the alley?
Hasn't been easy.

It's off an old VHS tape.

Trying to work
with this stuff

is like trying to ride
a dinosaur on the freeway.

Not your concern.
I'll put it up.

What am I looking at?

Those shadows
you see may be duplicates,

or ghost images.

It's what happens

when the same tape
gets recorded

over without being erased.

- Meaning?
- Meaning,

some of the people

you see were there last night,

some maybe... six months ago.

Even worse, alley's right next
to a train station.

Gets a ton
of foot traffic.

Any of these Lieutenant Torres?

Well, after matching
the time code on the tape

to the time of the murder,

I was able to isolate
what I believe is him.

There. Right next to him.

Looks like Captain Westcott's
height and build.

Keep going.
I.D. the attackers.

We already did.
Name is Sam Mathis.

Put it up.

Manager reported
he was at the store

last night
hassling customers.

Said he was looking
to start a fight.

Guy's got a record, boss.

Assault charges
dating back to 2000.

Hey, you recognize him?

Maybe, not sure,

uh, but this guy--

he was there, no doubt.
Ziva,

start a BOLO on this.

DiNozzo, you find Mathis.

- McGee...
- I'll keep working the video.

Get Abby to help.

You are still a witness
in this case.

Stay close for a few days.

I'm here to help, Agent Gibbs.

I just want to find
whoever did this.

I don't understand how this
could happen, Agent Gibbs.

Michael was home.

Home's supposed
to be safe.

Your fiancé have
any enemies,

anybody that'd
want to hurt him?

No.

The only enemies
he worried about

were the ones
in Afghanistan.

When'd you last talk?
Last night,

uh, um, 9:30.

Did he seem upset or
did he seem agitated?

No, no, he was fine,

excited that The General
was in town visiting.

Who is, uh, The General?

That's what all the guys in
the unit called Joe Westcott.

They worshipped him.

He was their rock.

And lately, um,
he had Michael worried.

Why?

After he was discharged,
he kind of withdrew.

Michael thought that he was
too isolated in Ohio.

Kept telling him
to come visit.

That's the only thing
giving me comfort right now...

just knowing that Joe was
with Michael when he died.

No need to explain, Tony.

Everyone goes through
a, an awkward stage.

Granted,

it may have been
a little awkward,

but take a look at me
now-- not very awkward.

Well, I think,
underneath that nice suit

and that charming smile,

you are still
a very homely little boy.

Homely little boy?

I was an adorable
little boy

and when I get those
pictures developed,

your world will be
rocked, Ms. David.

Well, I'm looking
forward to it.

Sam Mathis.

NCIS.

NCI who?

You need to come

with us.

How's that for homely?

Ha.

Yeah, it's a real
laugh riot, huh?

Well, keep it up,

smart-ass, and I'll put you
right back in cuffs.

Would you like that?

It's all fun and games
until somebody gets hurt

or, in Lieutenant
Torres' case,

killed.

Why don't we take a look
at what you did?

Hey.

I told you I don't know
nothing about no murder.

No, of course not,

and I bet those cuts got there
all by themselves.

It's not what
it looks like, man.

Hey, I've got an idea.

Let's look at your record.

I've done some stuff.

So what?

That don't make me
no killer.

We know you were in the
Atlantic E-Z Mart last night

looking for a fight.

I was just messing around.
Messing around?

Well, let's see,
if, by "messing around,"

you mean, uh, getting up
in people's faces,

then, I guess

you are correct.

Did you get up
in Lieutenant Torres' face?

Maybe, I don't know.

I think you did

and I think you followed him out
of the store, down the street,

and I think you jumped him.

Okay.

Yeah, I left right after
that guy and his friend,

but I didn't follow them.

Had someplace else to be.

Really?

Hot date?

I don't want to say,
all right?

My old lady would kill me
if she knew.

Where do you think
I got these from?

Hey, you don't have an
alibi, so the next time

you see your old lady,
it's going to be in court.

I was at High Points, okay?

I was at High Points
all night.

The strip club
over on Third?

Yeah.

You know the place?

Okay.

Great, Misty,

all right,
all right, all right.

Yes.

That is all I need to know.

I can't thank you enough.

You have always been
so helpful,

and I mean that
in the most professional way.

No, I'm not going

to play "Misty" for you.

All right.

I got to run.

Yeah, take care
of yourself, bye.

Get your mind
out of the gutter, David.

I'm a professional

and Misty is a very nice girl.

am sure she is.

- Give me the latest.
- Club owner confirmed

Mathis arrived at 2:00 a.m.,
left just after 6:00.

Faxing over receipts now.

And Abby ran a test
on his blood.

It does not match
the sample we found.

Not our killer.
BOLO.

Nothing yet.

Local and state authorities
are still on alert.

Go back over
Lieutenant Torres' record,

interview marines
he served with.

What about Captain Westcott?

Yeah, what about him?

Shouldn't we talk to him again,

see if he's forgetting
something?

No, he's given us enough.

What, DiNozzo?

Well, he was the last one

to see Lieutenant Torres alive

and he had bruises
all over his hands.

Ducky never found

any physical evidence
tying him to the murder.

I still think
that warrants a second look.

And I don't.

Special Agent David.

I will let him know.

Gibbs, there is

a visitor downstairs
for Captain Westcott.

Who?

Agent Gibbs.

- Sergeant Westcott.
- Good to meet you.

Your brother know
you're here?

I hope so, sir,
he called me.

Said you were
on a seven-month tour,

- not back till Christmas.
- No, sir,

on leave till Christmas.

He must have got
them mixed up.

Understandable, considering.
Your father coming, too?

Uh, no, no.

Soon, though, he just had

to take care of a few
work things back home.

Probably for the best.

Why is that?

Where can I find
my brother, sir?

He's at the Adler Hotel
downtown.

Can take you
if you'll wait a minute.

You know, I'd rather not.

I'd like to see him
as soon as I can.

Okay, understood.

Family first.

Always, sir.

Gibbs, Gibbs, don't go,
don't go that way.

No, don't go that way.

Abbs, where?

This way,

this way.

Try spending

- the day with her.
- Oh, you love it

and you know it.

So, based on the
evidence from the scene,

I was able to recreate
all the blows

to Lieutenant Torres' body.

There were
ten blows in total

to the arms, torso,
back, and face.

So it looks like he
was surrounded, right?

But, look, if he had
been surrounded,

each wound would have
a distinct impression because

each attacker would
have been standing

in a totally
different place

and striking from a
totally different angle.

Now, based on
my measurements,

I only found two types
of impressions--

striking from the front
and the back.

Two attackers.

McGee, you find anything
from the video?

No, I'm working on it,
but still no faces.

This tape is, like,
a million years old.

It's giving me all
kinds of problems.

It's like riding a...
Dinosaur.

Freeway.
Got it.

Yeah.
Yeah, but faces or no faces, Gibbs,

our findings
do not match up

with Captain Westcott's story.

I mean, there's no way there
were multiple attackers.

Think he's lying?

Time to find out.

He won't open the door,
Agent Gibbs.

He say anything?

Uh, he told me
to go back to Ohio,

he doesn't need anyone,
he's fine.

It's just like him,
you know,

taking everything on himself.

Captain Westcott.
Special Agent Gibbs.

Open the door.

Westcott!

Well, hey,

- look who's here.
- Oh,

five minutes ago you
wouldn't answer the door,

now you're the funny guy.

Let's talk, Captain.

Well, I'm kind of
in the middle

of something right now,
Agent Gibbs, can it wait?

No, no, it can't wait.

No.

He's coming, too.

What, you a smoker now, Joe?

Yeah.

Why are you even
here anyway?

You called me, remember?

Yeah, I remember.
I'm just

messing with you,
little brother,

just messing with you.

That mean something, Captain?

You know,
I've been brainstorming all day

about everything that happened,
and I think if we went

back to the convenience
store and we did a little...

We found some inconsistencies.

Yeah?
Okay, well,

let's talk it out,
let's talk it out.

Maybe I can help you piece
some things together and...

I meant with your story.

What are you saying,
Agent Gibbs?

Evidence says two attackers.
No, that's wrong,

all right, I told you that
there were five or six.

Yeah, I'm telling you
that's not possible.

Think I'm lying?

Like I don't know what I saw?

I'm not crazy.

I didn't say that.

A man's dead
and I'll find the truth.

Yeah,

what, and I don't want to?

Talking about my best friend
here, Agent Gibbs.

Hey,
wait a minute, take it easy.

Nobody wants to find
the truth more than me.

Joe, come on, that's not what...
Shut up, Evan, you stay out of it.

Now, I know what I saw.

We were attacked and
my friends are dead.

- Your friends?
- You

should be out there
looking for the killers...

I got a job to do.
...instead of standing here

questioning me!
You got a job to do?!

Well, do it somewhere else!

- Joe.
- Get out!

Joe, what
the hell are you doing?

Get out now.
Now!

I know what I saw!

I know what I saw.

Joe's never
lost it like that.

He never even
raises his voice.

I need to go back.
Try and reason with him.

He won't listen.

Not now.

Just give him time.
He's not going anywhere.

With all due respect,

I think I know him
a little better than you do.

He's confused.

- You saw that, right?
- He's in pain.

His best friend is dead.

This isn't just
about Lieutenant Torres.

There's something else going on.

All right, I know
what you're thinking,

but you're wrong.

My brother's fine,
Agent Gibbs.

He's fine.

Looking for answers?

'Cause I can assure you
Lieutenant Torres

stopped talking a long time ago.

So has Captain Westcott.
I take it

your conversation
did not go well.

He's in trouble, Duck.
He's struggling with the truth.

And you think you're the one
to help him find it?

I don't know. Maybe.

Oscar Wilde said,
"Man is least himself

"when he talks
in his own person.

But give him a mask,
and he will tell you the truth"

I suspect that you know
all too well

the mask that the captain
is wearing.

Not about me.

No, it's not.

But perhaps
your own past struggles

can help you to unlock
what the captain is hiding.

He's shut down, Duck.

So is his brother.

Well, denial is
a very powerful thing.

Well, then we got
to break through.

It's the only way
we're gonna find

the lieutenant's killer.

He, uh,

seemed obsessed with this.

Any idea what it means?

Might have something to do
with an ambush last year.

He keeps talking about friends he lost.
Well, it's not

unusual for one trauma to evoke
strong memories of another.

Well, that's what
I'm worried about.

Well, worry tomorrow.

It's late,
Jethro. Go home.

Get some sleep.

I'll see you
in the morning.

Hey, Boss. Early bird
gets the worm?

Figure this out?

I-J-I?

Iji.

Actually, you know, I got a text
once from an ex-girlfriend

- that said...
- DiNozzo.

Sorry.

What do you think?

Looks like an acronym.
Or a name.

It means something
to Captain Westcott.

- Find out why.
- We're giving him a second

look, after all?

We are covering all bases.

Starting now.

You have any other questions?

Nope. I'm good.

Yeah, it's Gibbs.

Yeah, Abbs.
I'm on my way.

Revisit the
Arghanda ambush.

Dig deeper.

We are still awaiting
the official military report.

Talk to State. DoD.

I want answers. Everything. Now.

Correct me if I'm wrong,
but isn't he...

Yeah.

He's still wearing
the same clothing

he was wearing yesterday.

Noticed that, too.

I think he's getting
too close to this case.

Too close to Westcott, for sure.

Gibbs only gets too close when
he sees something we do not.

Wonder what he's seeing
this time.

Oh, good, there you are.

Things are getting
much clearer.

We finally ID'd
the attacker's face.

"Face"? You said
there were two.

Ugh. Gibbs, that
was so yesterday.

After a very
long night, and

more Caf-POW!s than the
recommended daily allowance,

we were able to isolate
the last moments

before Lieutenant
Torres' murder.

By stripping down and
reassembling the tape,

I was able to get
a much clearer picture

of just who was in the alley
and who wasn't.

Go closer.

That's the same guy
in Westcott's sketch.

Right down to the beady
little eyes.

I got a hit on
facial recognition,

and then McGee found him in
the state police database.

Randall Kersey,

25 years old.

Cited for jaywalking
last month. He works for

Bilson Phone Company
here in DC.

What's his connection to Torres?

None that I can find.

No military
background either,

but I did find
something else.

They followed him, Boss.

There's more.

So, you know those
mystery particles

we found underneath Lieutenant
Torres' fingernails?

It wasn't dirt.

They're tiny pieces
of mammalian flesh.

And not the human kind.

It's bovine.

Like a cow.

Or a... buffalo.

Or... Who knows? Mm.
The important thing is

it tested positive
for the lipase enzyme

that's used to
process leather.

On Captain Westcott's jacket.

If Lieutenant Torres had that
much under his nails,

he must've really been
holding on to the captain.

Or holding him back.

I was afraid for my life.

You're sure these are the
two men who came after you?

Yeah, him.

Not the other one.

Well, "the other one"
has a name.

That's Lieutenant Torres.

And he's dead.

It was an accident.

- I didn't mean to hurt him.
- What happened?

They followed me out
of a convenience store

on Third.

And... this guy

here.

He... was yelling.

H-He was saying stuff
that didn't even make any sense.

I tried to get away,
and he chased me down.

And then I asked him
what he wanted,

and then... he just lost it.

He just started
throwing punches.

- You punched back.
- I mean,

- the guy was out of his mind, okay?
- Yeah.

Where was Lieutenant Torres?

He was... holding on to him.

He was trying
to get him to stop.

And then he got
in-between us,

a-and the t... the tall guy...

- Captain Westcott.
- Yeah.

He just kept swinging,
so I did, too.

And his friend, h-he was
still in-between us,

so he was getting hit
a bunch of times.

I mean, I-it was...
it was total chaos.

And then finally
I-I pushed

as hard as I could
to get away...

...and then that's...

That's when Lieutenant Torres
went down.

Yeah, he was...

he was just lying there
on the ground.

And he must've

hit his head or something 'cause
there was blood everywhere.

Did you go for help?

No.

I panicked, okay?

I just wanted
to get out of there.

I wanted to go somewhere safe.

You could be brought up on
involuntary manslaughter.

No. No, no, no.
No way.

I'm gonna get a lawyer.

I know this is self-defense.

This guy here. He was crazy.

Okay, Agent Gibbs?

He came after me.

I still cannot reach him.

What about his brother?
He has not seen

or spoken to Captain Westcott
since last night.

Not returning any
of his calls, either.

- Hotel?
- Front desk

said he left early this morning.

Belongings are still
in his room.

Gibbs, you don't think

he would do anything crazy...
McGee.

Phone.

Pulling up the cell grid now.
No hits.

Either he's got
his cell phone turned off

or he's left the area.

I don't think so.

Metro P.D. just spotted a guy

matching Captain Westcott's
description.

Where?
Third and Rose, downtown.

That is right
near the spot

of Lieutenant Torres' death.

You guys stay here.

I got DiNozzo. Let's move.

Hey. Westcott.

Captain Westcott.

Special Agent Gibbs.

Put down the knife.

General, put down your weapon!

Your men need you.

You're not alone.

I think I need help.

Turn it off.

Turn it...

- This is hard.
- I feel

like I'm going crazy.

You're not.

How do you know that?
Because...

I had my own head

scrambled once a long time ago.

I'm telling you

something happened to me
that night, Agent Gibbs.

I don't...

I got confused.

Like I was someplace else.

You back at the ambush?

It's okay.

It's okay to talk about it.

It's okay to talk about...

Marines you lost.

They were damn good men.

All of them.

But they never
had a chance, 'cause

the enemy came out
of nowhere.

And I was convinced...

I was convinced
that that guy on the tape

was there.

Fighting

with the other side.

Randall Kersey
lives in Virginia.

His passport says he's never
been to Afghanistan.

Then why did I follow him?

Your mind plays tricks on you
when you're in pain.

When I saw him in
the store that night,

I don't know, I didn't...

know what was real
and what wasn't.

I lost control.

I felt like I had
to fight for my life,

for Torres' life.

I was back in Arghanda
all over again.

Move! Move! Move!

Get down!

Fall back! Fall back!

Fall back!

Captain!

Captain!

Captain...!

I thought I saw Torres being

dragged away in the alley
that night, but it was really

PFC Hall in Arghanda.

Captain!

Then I got scared.

Then I ran.

One of my men went in
and grabbed Hall,

brought him back to the unit.

But he didn't make it.

You see, I couldn't save Hall,
I couldn't save Torres--

I... I'm just a big damn coward.
No, you're not a coward.

- You're human.
- I don't know how to do this.

I don't, and I'm supposed to be

the one everybody leans on,
"The General."

You'll get back there,
I promise.

But what if I can't?

What if I'm stuck like this?
You won't be.

Face the fear.

Captain Westcott,

I'm Lieutenant Commander
Peter Sanger

from Portsmouth
Naval Hospital.

You can feel free
to call me Dr. Pete.

Most people do.

Now, first I just
want to commend you

for reaching out
to Agent Gibbs.

The hardest part

is asking for help.

Post-traumatic stress
is a complicated disorder

affecting many of our
military's finest.

It feels like I'm the only one.

Well, you're not.

Trust me.

Now, besides

these, um,
recurring flashbacks,

are you experiencing
any nightmares or insomnia,

anger, irritability,
panic attacks?

Yes, sir.
And which ones, Captain?

All of them, sir.

For how long?

It started
right after I got back,

so about eight months ago.

And this is
the first time

you're sharing this
with your brother?

Um... it's
nobody else's problem.

You do need to remember that
you're not a burden, Captain.

I'm sorry.

Don't be--
it is what it is.

No,
Joe, I...

I'm sorry.

I mean, I knew
you weren't right,

but I didn't
want to face it.

I just want you
to be okay.

I know, little brother.
Me, too.

I thought you, uh,
you had to work, sir.

I took some time off.

Your brother said
I needed to be here.

What's going on, son?

Have a seat, Mr. Westcott.

Doc will fill you in.

Doctor?

Are you sick?

Dad... sit down, please.

There you are.

Are you looking at
more homely pictures?

Are you all right, Tony?

Can I show you something?

Yes.

Is this your mother?

Yes.

Wow, she was...
she was beautiful.

Oh.

I... I guess she was.

How come you never talk about her?
I don't?

No.

No, you don't.

Hm.

Well, I guess, uh...

...she was the first
woman to break my heart,

and I don't like to talk
about things like that.

You don't like to talk about it
because you don't want to.

Maybe it causes
you too much pain.

So she was the one
that took you to the movies, huh?

Yeah.

Yeah, we would go
to these, uh,

dollar matinees,
make these weekend trips

into the city, and...
there was this theater

that she loved
over on 42nd Street.

It was pretty rundown,

but... she loved movies.

You know, and, uh...

I think she loved
the escape.

This was the last movie
we ever saw together.

Right before she...

The Little Prince.

Mm.

"That which is essential
is invisible to the eye""

Ziva David, did you
just quote a movie?

No. I quoted a book...

that was made
into a movie.

Huh.

Well, not so good with the emotions,
my old man.

Well, you can't worry
about your father right now, Captain.

You have to take
care of yourself.

But if you need
anything else,

day or night, you just
give me a call, okay?

I'm here.

Will do.

No more messing around, huh?

I guess the real
work starts now?

Yep.

Looks like it.

Hey, listen,

if I have to lie back on a couch

and talk about
the pet bunny that I lost

when I was three,
I'm coming after you, Agent Gibbs.

- Yeah, okay. I got it.
- Big-time.

You're a good man.

Oorah, Agent Gibbs.

Oorah.

General.

Well, as fun as that
all-dog talent show sounds,

I've still got some stuff
to finish up here, Abby.

Meet you for dinner later?

- Yep.
- Okay. Bye.

What have we here?

Hey.

Ziva, what were
those three initials

that Gibbs was
talking about? I-J...

I-J-I. Why
do you ask?

Marines' After-Action Report
of the Arghanda Ambush

just came through.

They I.D.'d
the group responsible.

- The Ijil Rebels.
- So maybe

Captain Westcott really was
trying to remember something.

Yeah. Or someone.

- Background. Go.
- Well, it looks like State

just added them
to their watch list.

They're young, growing fast,

strong ties
to Hamas and Hezbollah.

- McGee, location.
- Last known

headquarters were
in the Kanjal Province.

That is less than
five miles from Arghanda.

Close enough to keep
an eye on Westcott's unit.

Close enough to launch a surprise
nighttime attack. Surveillance.

CIA sent in a drone
to monitor activities.

Looks like there
may be some photos on file.

Get tighter.

Boss, isn't that...?

Randall Kersay really was
fighting with the enemy.

Okay, boss,
he's in Rosslyn, Virginia,

just off the I-66.
Let's go.

- Clear!
- Clear!

Either he never
actually lived here,

or he knew how
to clean up well.

Hey, boss, you might want
to come out and look at this.

What is that?

It's a building blueprint.

Looks like our wannabe
John Walker Lindh

was planning something.

Something big.

Not was.

Is.

Find him.

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