NCIS (2003–…): Season 11, Episode 2 - Past, Present, and Future - full transcript

Secretary of the U.S.
Navy is dead, Captain.

I knew when they got Jarvis,
you were next.

You're in danger, Gibbs!

I got a call

to send Agent Gibbs to Iran.

Captain Wayne, who paid you?
I don't know who it was.

Parsa started a new terror cell.

Who's their next target?

Ziva David.

If Ziva's in trouble,

a badge might
come in handy.

If you know how
to get it to her, I'm game.

You want me to track down

a former Mossad operative

who has been trained
to disappear?

Well, sure.

Ziva was here.

How do you know it was Ziva?
Because she told us.

Talk to me, Ziva.

Where are you?

Ziva.

Don't worry, Tony.

We will be okay.

Are you okay?

Do you want to get out?

No. No, I'm good.

Thanks.

♪ NCIS 11x02 ♪
Past, Present and Future
Original air date on October 1, 2013

== sync, corrected by elderman ==
@elder_man

Agent DiNozzo,

if you'll come
with us, please?

You guys selling
timeshares?

Mossad. Enter the vehicle.

We have information.

It will be worth your while.

Agent DiNozzo.

Welcome back to Israel.

Thank you, Director.

Hello, Tony.

Adam. You make the big move

from Shin Bet to Mossad,
or you just

here to say hi?
You know why I'm here.

Do I?

Rest assured,
Agent DiNozzo,

we are all focused
on one objective.

What's that?

Find Ziva David.

Agents, please come in.

Secretary Sarah Porter,

I'd like you
to meet our own

Special Agent Leroy Gibbs.

Gibbs.

I know the name.

And FBI Agent
Tobias Fornell.

Madame Secretary.
Still getting used to the title.

This appointment's been
bittersweet, to say the least.

Clayton Jarvis was a friend.

To us, as well, ma'am.

Well, then, what say

we skip the formality,
and you bring me up to speed

on this terror cell--
Brotherhood of Doubt?

It certainly has an
ominous ring to it.

The hideout in Arizona

turned up evidence,
no actual members.

FBI, Homeland,

state police--
they're all on high alert.

And their supposed leader?

Name's Benham Parsa.

He's a Pakistani national.
He's in the wind,

like the rest of 'em.
But this man,

Tomás Mendez,

is on the board
of an American

anti-terror organization
that can link

the Brotherhood to Parsa.

That photo of Mendez
was found pinned up

- in their compound.
- It's a good bet

he's their next target.

Can we protect him?

We kept Mendez in
a hotel last night.

And I'm taking him
to a safe house

as soon as we're done here.

Don't let me keep you.

Gentlemen, as you may know,
I'm not military.

My background's business.

And the first order
of business

the president has appointed me
to address is

preventing further attacks.

The second is
to bring swift justice

to those committing them,
by any means necessary.

These windows
were installed

at the request of
my predecessor.

He believed that
with light comes clarity.

If you'll excuse me,
Director,

as much as I enjoy
abstract David family talk,

why don't you tell me
what you know?

When was your last
communication with Ziva?

She's not Mossad; not anymore.

Why are you looking for her?
The same reason you are.

I doubt that.

All right, I will
give you that.

Eli would have wanted me
to make sure she is safe.

Shin Bet identified
the three men

that were found dead
at the David safe house.

Common criminals,
no political affiliation.

Hired guns.

Presumably bought
by the same people

who tried to kill you
and Agent Gibbs.

Do not tie my hands
with your mistrust.

When was your last
communication with Ziva?

Two nights ago.

She sent this.

Poor, misguided Ari.

No message;
nothing since.

And you are worried
that she is dead.

Tony, this is a kibbutz

where Ziva and
her siblings went as children.

Yesterday, a teacher
there saw a woman

matching Ziva's description
walking the grounds.

The woman buried that
in one of the gardens,

and then she fled.

"I will ride a horse,
visit America""

She wrote this as a kid?

Both sets of handwriting
are Ziva's, yes.

But based on the ink saturation,

the X and the last item
were added fairly recently.

"Stop this for him""

What does that mean? Stop what?

That is what concerns us.

So, what are we doing here?

The director said that we...

Yeah, the director said
to check it out.

Listen, she's been
shuffling me around

since I got off the plane.

Does that sound like
trustworthy behavior to you?

That's the apartment
where Ziva grew up.

She brought me here
once, to show me.

Listen...

when I asked you
to look for her...

Thank you.

Tony.

This is it.

Hello?

Anybody home?

Government agents?

Can you put the hammer
down, please?

I'm sorry.

I-I... I was
carrying groceries.

I must have forgotten
to close the door.

Are you Dr. Deena Bashan?

Yes.

What is this about?

Ziva David.
You know her?

I have known her my whole life.

We grew up in this
building together.

Is she okay?

Hey.

Thought you left a while ago.

I was trying,
but, uh, Mr. Mendez here

has been
slow to embrace

the concept of
protective custody.

I'm not afraid
of these bastards.

It's not about fear.

I do business all over
the country, Agent Gibbs.

Any alterations
to my schedule-- to my life--

would be a victory
for the Brotherhood.

These are special
circumstances.

Special only if we allow the
terrorists to make them so.

Look, don't be a dumb ass.

You keep Agent Fornell
in your hip pocket,

or you're a dead man.

For freedom, I'd hardly
be the first to die.

But very well.

Really?

I spent the last hour saying
pretty much the same thing.

Then let's hope

you're better at protection
than you are at persuasion.

Save me.

I inherited this place
from my parents.

The Davids lived
across the hall.

I was older than Ziva,
but I looked up to her.

Even then,
she was a force.

Determined, inquisitive,
stubborn as a mule.

Sounds about right.

Forgive me, Agent DiNozzo.

I'm babbling, and
you have questions.

Please.

When was the last time
you saw her?

It was, uh, months ago.

At her father's funeral.

Where did you get this?

You have seen it before?

I had one, too.

This was, uh, Ziva's.

We were so young,
we were just learning English.

We called them
our "wills""

Our teacher said that if we
buried our wishes in the ground

and thought about
them every night,

they would become truth.

Why is it crossed out?

We do not know.

"Stop this for him."

Do you know what it means?

I know
that her work is dangerous.

Please, just tell me.

We are doing all that we can
to make sure she is safe.

Thank you for the tea, Doctor.

Um...

you all right?

Yes. It's just, uh...

she mentioned you
at the funeral.

I could see what she felt.

"Stop this for him""

Perhaps the "him" is you.

"I will be a ballerina."

I don't get it.
This is Ziva.

Shouldn't it say "ninja"
or something?

Apparently, there
was a pre-ferocious phase.

Huh.

So, how's this list about you?

I don't know if it is.

It's a long story. I...
Why are you whispering?

Because
I'm in Mossad headquarters.

So you're working together,
but you're whispering because...

I don't know. It's Mossad.

It just felt right.

Well, I got to say,

access to their resources
will be a huge help.

Yeah, but who knows
how long that's gonna last.

I need an angle.

What's my angle?
Give me an angle, McGee.

We got a trace
on the last text Ziva sent you.

Ooh. That's good.

Ari picture.
Where was she?

Connected to a WiFi
at an Internet cafe

in the center of Tel Aviv.

You got an address?

Check your inbox.

Well, hey. Look at that.

McLoving you long-distance.

Bullets give us
anything, Abbs?

Um, standard .308 Winchesters.

Anyone could
buy them online.

And there's nothing
to tie them to this...

stupid Brotherhood
of Doubt thing.

The name is such a downer.
I don't even like saying it.

What is this?
It's just a little

mock-up I made to try
to make sense out of stuff.

Bullet trajectories?
Yeah, all the slugs

from Tony's apartment

landed at the
same angle

and came from the same
point of origin.

Rooftop across the street.

Well, that's what Homeland says.

So what doesn't
make any sense?

Their lone witness said

that he saw someone on the roof,
just after the shots were fired.

But there's no one
and nothing there.

Can you beam this up to McGee?

Well, I can't "beam it,"
Captain Kirk, but I could

send it up, sure.
Captain who?

The witness is a maintenance man

in the building
where the shots were fired from.

Gerald Carlin.

Claims he was on his lunch break
when he glanced out a window

and saw a figure running
from the roof.

He saw his own roof
from his own building?

How does that work?

It doesn't.
Where was the lunch?

Thought you'd ask that.
He was at a bar

across the street
called Clancy's.

Bartender confirms

Carlin was there
eating a turkey club,

glancing out the window

when he heard the shots.
Were there drinks?

Four beers, two tequilas.

So he wasn't seeing
anything too clearly.

Or he was paid
to see what he saw.

Okay, so if...

the shots didn't come
from the roof,

they had to have come
from the top floor.

Homeland interview tenants?

Top floor...

All but one.

Lisa Pierway.

She never answered the door.

NCIS!

Lisa Pierway?

Boss, you smell that?

Boss?

There are signs
of an intense struggle before

she was strangled.

Shooter didn't even bother
to make it look like a robbery.

Lisa Pierway was
a pharmaceutical rep.

Boxes of drug samples
left untouched in her closet.

Guy was a pro.

Cleaned up after himself.
No prints.

Don't be too sure, Jethro.
What I thought at first

were petechiae
in Ms. Pierway's eyes,

were actual
subconjunctival hemorrhages,

likely caused
by the killer's thumbs.

He eye-gouged her.

Yes, a bully tactic,
indeed.

But one that may prove
perversely fortunate.

Thumbprints.

She's wearing contact lenses.

If Abby can pull even
a partial off one of them,

we just may find our killer.

Yeah, Tobias, what's up?

Protecting Ricky Ricardo
is not all

conga drums and "Babalu,"
you know.

It's only
been two days.

And Mendez already has himself
a full dance card.

In the next few weeks,
he'll be wining and dining

every big shot in town
supporting that

anti-terrorism group
he's part of.

And I'll be right there
in his hip pocket.

Tobias, you can always say no.

Well, that's the kicker.

My boss says I can't.

The guy's not
a-a gangster, Gibbs.

He's a law-abiding
millionaire

out to save the world
with his powerful friends.

And my job is to say yes.

Banana pancakes, extra bacon.

Could I get...

extra extra bacon?

Breakfast anytime?

I crave banana pancakes
when I get agitated.

And nothing agitates me more
than a hospital visit.

You might want to cut back
on the bacon.

It's not me.

Lawrence Walters.

Philanthropist billionaire
losing a battle with cancer.

He wants
to donate a bundle

to the anti-terror campaign
before he departs.

Mendez plans
to visit later today.

Seems like a guy
worth visiting.

And that's
how you cheer people up?

All I feel
is more shallow.

Extra bacon.

He's on me.
Keep the change.

Thanks.

Your treat?

Hey.

You wanted cheering up.

And you think you can buy me?

Who am I kidding?

Of course he can.

There's no way Ziva spends
all day at some Internet cafe.

Go back to the time she
sent the text, check again.

Any luck?

We're gonna have
to make our own.

Would you care to elaborate?

I'm heading to the cafe
to see if anybody

remembers her coming in.

Tell the driver
Shamayim Hospital.

It will be easier.
The cafe is across the street.

From the hospital?

Yes. Why?

The night before Ziva sent
the picture, she was

attacked at the safe house.

You think she was seeking
medical attention?

I'll bet you that WiFi signal
reaches across the street.

Give me an angle
favoring the hospital.

That's pretty impressive.

Mossad got eyes
all over the city?

All over the world,
Agent DiNozzo.

It is our job to see.

That's her.

Blow that up.

There she is.

To whom is she speaking?

Dr. Bashan.

She lied.

Hey. Hear you pulled
a thumbprint.

It's just a partial.

Yeah?

Partial enough?

Enough to get a name.

Henry Coldwell.

The record says he was

dishonorably
discharged from

the Army in '06, after serving

two years for
aggravated assault

but not before he got
sniper training.

That's our shooter.

Well, I'm sure
if you asked McGee

he can probably
tell you more.

Probably even find him.

That's good news, Abbs.

What's wrong?

Well... you yourself said

that Parsa is paying
hired guns and bombers.

I mean, this guy could just be
some flunky.

A flunky that leads to Parsa.

I don't know, Gibbs.
I think... I just think

all this worrying
is finally getting to me.

Tony getting
shot at, and...

Ziva, where is she?

If I can't
figure out who's

trying to kill
everyone I love, I'll...

never forgive herself.
This...

is a good start.

Yeah, but, Gibbs,
it's a brotherhood.

Which means that that jerk
has brothers.

Yes.

We're gonna get 'em.

We're gonna get 'em all.

You lied to me.

Agent DiNozzo.
What are you doing here?

You said you hadn't
seen Ziva in months-- hey.

You think you're protecting her?

I'm on her side.
I know that.

Then why did you lie to me?

She came to me
after she had been attacked.

I stitched up the
wound in her leg

and took her to my home
so that she could rest.

But then, uh...

Then what?
I thought I could

save both of us the
heartache by keeping quiet,

but she then she started
to talk of old times.

Of Ari.

She did not know that when
she went off to save the world,

I was here, falling in love
with her brother.

He was going to propose to me

when she killed him.

And you told her that.

Yes.

And she tried
to explain it away.

She said that he was
hurting good people.

But Ari was also hurt.

His father had broken him.

Still...

I saw the smiling boy
from across the hall.

The good boy.

Ziva begged me to forgive her.

I could not.

Where did she go?
I do not know.

Don't lie to me.
I didn't do anything wrong.

You knew she was in danger,
and you lied to me.

I asked you point blank.

And had any other agent
come to the door,

I would have said yes.

Why should she have
the man that she loves...

...when she took
mine from me?

I'm gonna find her.

Ziva is gone, Agent DiNozzo.

When she left me that night,
she was not the same person.

So that's it, huh?

We believe that Ziva's absence
is voluntary,

and so do you.

Everything Mossad has

on known David
family contacts.

Good luck.

Director...

She left something
at the safe house.

Can you help me get it back?

Check the file.

You just stay close
to us, Mendez.

Follow the route
to the ICU as planned.

Once inside, you've got
30 minutes with Walters.

Windows closed, drapes drawn;
we've been through this.

And you don't talk to anybody
else without one of us present.

Not even on your cell phone.

May we get in there, please?

The poor man doesn't
have much time.

What did I just say

about phones?
You're here with me.

This is business.
Won't be a second.

Where is he?

Tried him twice, boss.

He's not picking up.

Try him again.

Uh, yeah, I'm here.

Hey, boss.

Oh, that beard's
getting pretty serious.

When was the last time
you shaved-- Cairo?

I guess so. I...

meant to do that this morning.

Hey, this a bad
time for you,

- DiNozzo?
- No, boss.

It's good. I'm ready.

You still in Yemen?

Israel. Circled back
to Tel Aviv.

Just got to Be'er Sheva.

One of Ziva's contacts,

uh, Nava Adi, told me

that, uh, she saw her last week.

I'm getting close.
I can feel it.

You said that
two months ago.

So, what about you guys?

My sniper friend
pop his head up?

Coldwell.

Nope. Still off the radar.

Old man Walters?

Hanging in there; no excitement
since the explosion.

Although Fornell
keeps talking

about how he would
have been a goner

if Mendez hadn't
taken that call.

As far as Parsa goes...
Enough.

Unless he booked
his flight home,

an update's wasted on him.

You want me to
give up on Ziva?

I didn't say that.

Are you giving up on her?

I didn't say that, either.

Boss, maybe you could try
saying what you're saying?

If Ziva doesn't want
to be found,

you aren't going
to find her.

I'm saying
you should respect that.

I do. I just...

I need to go off the grid
for a few days,

follow this lead.

I just need a little more time.

You do what you have to do.

You know how hard that was.

Gibbs was wrong.

I did not want you to
find me and yet, you did.

I should have told him.

You cannot beat down
my door one minute,

and expect me to face my
old life again the next.

Hey!

I had to take the call.

You did not have
to do any of this.

Why are you here?

Because you invited me.

That was before.

Before what?

You should not have come.

Our people have been working
day and night, Madame Secretary.

I'm sure they have, Director.

But the president needs progress
in this case-- results.

And after months of nothing...
Ma'am, if I may.

A little help from
you wouldn't hurt.

Gibbs...

No, please.

Agent Gibbs,
with your reputation,

I expected Parsa to be
disposed of long before now.

So, do tell me, please, what
sort of help am I not providing?

Influence.

My reputation aside,

there's only one guy
who's not cooperating,

and he's the
only one we know

who has any direct
contact with Parsa.

Captain Wayne.

Relieved of his duties at JSOC.
He lawyered up.

Wayne may be
dead to JSOC.

He is not dead to us.

And certainly not to you.

That tour of Iran he set you up
on must have left an impression.

A call from you may get us
some interagency cooperation.

Count on it.
In fact, why wait?

Put me through right now.

This is Director Vance.

Please hold for
the Secretary of the Navy.

Old friend.

Thank you.

You asked how I found you.

For a long time,
I was looking ahead.

I kept telling myself,
"You know how she thinks.

"You know her.

All you have to do is
anticipate her next move""

And then one night,
I had a dream.

Everything was all
lined up together.

Your family's safe house,
Ari's picture, you,

your old friend Bashan.

And when I woke up,
I knew.

You weren't looking ahead.

You were looking back.

I tracked you down to Amman,

where your mother
was killed.

And then, your grandparents'
graves in Meron.

The opera house in Cairo
where you took Tali.

And finally,

I found you here.

Of course.

The house where
you were born.

After my father died,

returning to these places
seemed... necessary.

It started off as a good thing,

but then I saw
Deena Bashan, and...

This all can't be
because of her.

No, it's not because of her.

It's because of me.

You had to kill Ari.

One person loving him
doesn't change that.

Yes, but I loved him.

Just as I loved my father
and my mother and Tali.

How can I not think
that for every man I killed,

there is someone out there
crying for him?

It's part of the job.

You gotta leave it at that.

Deena blamed me.

I thought that by going
back to these places,

I would someone erase
all of that,

but each stop
just made it clearer.

She was right.

The center
of all this pain is me.

Ziva, this isn't you.

This is me, Tony.

This is what I made of myself.

But it's not who I wanted to be.

I know.

I know.

You wanted to
be a ballerina.

"Stop this for him""

Who? Ari? Eli?

God?

This was supposed
to stay buried.

Orli was looking
for you, too.

This little girl was strong.

She could've walked away
from her father's world.

Things would have
been different.

It's never too late.

Yes, it is.

This is the house
that you were born in.

The universe is
practically begging you

to wipe the slate clean.

I did notice
that there's plenty of room

on the back of this list...

to start a new one.

Maybe I could
help you with that.

I'm so sorry, Gibbs.

You save your marriage?

My kids won't even
talk to me.

Wasn't quite worth it,
then, was it?

Look, I'm just waiting
on my trial date.

Trying to put
this whole thing behind me.

Nothing is behind you, Wayne.

Nothing is behind
any of us.

You got to
start talking.

Who are these guys?

Where is Parsa?

All I got
were text messages.

I tried using JSOC
to attach some names,

but all the calls
came back unlisted.

Just a... a 305 area code.

305?

Look, I know Arizona is where
you found a hideout,

but all communication
to me came through Florida.

Anything else?

You got a shot here, Wayne,
to redeem yourself.

You're not gonna get
another one.

I wish I could.

I want to make amends.

Believe me, I do.

Then do what's right next time.

Not just what's right for you.

Lose the gun.

You have no idea
what's coming tonight.

Neither do you.

Feel better?

No.

But it's a start.

You don't have
to do this alone.

Come back to DC with me.

The first thing
on my new list was,

"I will let go of the badge."

I'm not talking
about NCIS.

Listen, you can bag groceries,
for all I care.

Just come home.

Just...

I just want you to come home...
with me.

I don't think that's a ver--

Hey, listen,

I know it's hard...

...and I know
you want to change.

I can change with you.

I'm fighting for you, Ziva.

I know.

Robberies...

Assaults...

hardly the international
conspiracy type.

What conspiracy?

I just got paid to get you
out of the picture, is all.

Yeah, but it didn't
work, did it?

Who paid you?

Don't know.

I just get text messages,
and bags of money after.

After what?

What happens tonight?

Your boy Wayne
didn't tell you?

Look, I'm not trying
to break your heart over here.

And Wayne didn't know
that he led me to you.

But maybe you should've tried
to ask him these questions

a little harder.

Boss.

You're not gonna believe this.

This guy's got a bunch
of cryptic numbers on his phone.

Orders to keep you away
from a predetermined target.

All from dummy numbers
with the same 305 area code.

What part won't I believe?
Okay.

The part that I don't.

I traced the blocked numbers
to a mainframe

owned by a series
of dummy corps.

One buffer after another
till I hit an actual,

legitimate company
called Gran Castillo.

It's a real estate company.

Mendez.

And get this--

the short-range detonators
used in both bombings,

transmits using a phone signal.

Mendez's phone.
Call he got at the hospital

was him triggering the bomb.

Could be the only reason he's
part of that anti-terror group

is to stop guys from Walters
from trying to support it.

Call Fornell.
Pull a team together.

Tell every agent to get to
the safe house; FBI, too.

What about you?

Where is it happening tonight?

And what if I don't tell you?

You've reached
Agent Tobias Fornell

with the Federal Bureau
of Invest...

Let's go.

Not a good time?

I'll call them back.

I'm a little preoccupied,

thinking about our last visit
to your friend Walters.

I wish I could forget.

Got Walters'
security team in sight.

Walters is more comfortable
with hospice care.

Home is where I'd want
to spend my last days.

Exactly how much
is he donating?

He's signing over $2 billion
to fight terrorism.

Targets are down.

The place is all yours.

Plant the device and get out.

Coldwell.

What are you doing here, Wayne?
We're all good.

It's coming together
like clockwork.

I can't go through
with it, not now.

It's wrong.

Gibbs...

Me... Mendez's phone.

Do it, Gibbs.

Do it.

Check on Walters' security team.

I don't see
them up there.

Just let me get my phone.

We need to go
over the rules again?

I know them by heart.

Shots fired! Shots fired!

Mendez lived completely
counter to everything

he presented to the world,
Gibbs, and all for profit.

What the world saw
wasn't real.

Just can't believe it.

You shot me in the ass!

It's a surface wound,
through and through.

Through the ass.

Painkillers.

How'd I miss it, Gibbs?

We all missed it.

Yeah, but I'm the one
got shot in the ass for it.

This wasn't just Mendez.

No. Parsa's pulling the strings.

And he's still
out there somewhere.

Yeah.

And not alone.

There's still time
for you to change your mind.

at am I gonna tell people?

That you were right.

I have to start over.

Okay, you and I both know that's
not gonna be enough for Abby.

Tell her that I am...

honoring Gibbs.

Gibbs?

"Stop this for him."

Of course.

Gibbs.

I want to make him proud.

He taught me
to follow my heart,

and I know
that I have to...

...I have to do this...

alone.

I have to let go
of everything,

or I will be...

pulled back to where I started.

Tell Abby that for me.

She'll understand.

I will.

So, what about Gibbs?

You gonna call him?

I don't know.

You gotta call the guy.
I don't know if I can.

Oh, it'll be fine.

You know how he is on the
phone-- functional mute.

You'll hardly
know he's there.

He's a good listener.

Tony...

you are so...

Handsome? Funny?

What?

Loved.

Okay.

This is not easy.

Hardest 180 of my life.

Hey, Ziver.

== sync, corrected by elderman ==
@elder_man