NCIS (2003–…): Season 11, Episode 23 - The Admiral's Daughter - full transcript

The authorities are combing
the city today,

looking for an American national,

wanted for the murder
of a Marseille police officer.

All right,
I'm really sorry about this.

He is to be considered armed
and dangerous.

What do we do now, Tony?

We run.

NCIS Season 11 Episode 23
The Admiral's Daughter

Synchro: Gaillots & Kujathemas.

Rereading: Bruno.

Hey. Sorry I'm late.

I want to get in front
of this whole fender-bender thing.

Despite what the lady from the insurance
says, I totally had the right of way.

Excuse me?

This isn't about the van I totaled?

It is now.

We'll circle back.

This is Admiral Kendall.

He replaced Admiral Chase
at the Joint Chiefs.

NCIS Marseille is overdue
for a refresher seminar

on Internet security.

I want you to go
and run that seminar.

Am I being punk'd?

I see.

So why am I really going?

To get my daughter.
In Marseille.

Agents from the NCIS office
there are bringing her in.

You'll pick her up there.

Your plane leaves in two hours.
Any questions?

Just one.

Why?

I've been asking myself
that for years.

Amanda was valedictorian
in high school.

Straight A's in college...
Georgetown.

And then
she just suddenly flunked out.

She has spent the last two years
wasting her life,

jet-setting across Europe

with a group of international
trust fund brats,

partying in every capitol
on the continent.

Well, maybe she just needed
to find herself, sir.

Well, now it's gone too far.

This is the daughter
of Vladimir Dunchenko,

the Russian arms dealer.

He's the son
of an Iranian cabinet member.

And the girl in red is Amanda.

I'm Vice Chairman
of the Joint Chiefs.

I can't have my daughter out partying
with gun dealers, Iranians or else.

But worse,
I don't think Amanda appreciates

just how vulnerable she is.

There are too many national
security implications.

Your official cover
legitimizes your assignment

but not a word to anybody.

Gibbs already knows.

But nobody else.

- Nobody.
- Copy that.

- I'll bring her back safe.
- Thank you.

An Internet security seminar? You?

- Am I being punk'd?
- No. Think about it.

Who do you know that surfs more
questionable Web sites than yours truly?

Not something to be proud of.

You have a good point. That's
what you get for being a misogynist.

What do you get if you kick a dog?
A trip to Hawaii?

Death by Abby.

Timothy, I need
your computer expertise again.

The luminosity is too feeble

for my visual cortex.

So you want me
to turn the brightness up?

Be a dear.

Got a new phone there?

Yes. Against my will.

Mr. Palmer has me addicted
to a game called Symbolese.

It wouldn't work on my old phone.
It's a bit like charades.

But with symbols.
You create phrases

and other players try
to decipher them.

This one is... killing me.

Angry hat...

Mad Hatter tea party.

And don't you have a plane to catch?

It doesn't leave for another two hours.
I've got everything I need in my go bag.

You keep a packed bag in your desk?

Who does that?

Everybody.

- So where are you going?
- Tony's going to France.

Oui, oui, monsieur.
Je suis,

Very Special Agent DiNozzo.

The French do see arrogance
as a virtue,

so you'll be welcome there.

But remember, in France,

only tip six percent.

Got a body in Norfolk.

That's perfect. You guys can drop me off
on the way, at the airport.

I need to practice
a few of these French phrases.

I keep getting 'em wrong.

Six percent.

Not a centime more.

Hold that door!

- Calling to gloat?
- Oh, no.

Tim, I have a very serious question.

What is six percent of 19?

You're gloating, I'm busy.

- What are you doing?
- Still on crime scene.

A plumber discovered a body inside of
a septic tank by some off-base housing.

- Who's the victim?
- Don't know yet.

He's really wedged in there, and Ducky
didn't want to risk cutting the tank,

so we flipped a coin to see who's gonna
go in there and pull him out manually.

You used my trick coin, didn't you?

With you gone, I had a 50-50 shot

and I could not risk losing it.
The smell is horrible.

Yeah. I hear you. It's kind
of like how the flight

was overbooked
on the way out, and, uh,

I got bumped up to first class...
Wait, no, it's not.

Brag all you want. I'm just
happy I'm not going in the tank.

Put it on.
You're going in the tank.

Boss, no, we-we had an arrangement.

Ciao.

Bonjour. Special Agent Anthony DiNozzo.
I brought pastries.

Sometimes I love my job.

And sometimes...

I have to crawl
inside a giant septic tank.

- Well, it could be worse.
- How?

I could have to...
climb in there with you.

You get the I.D.
on the victim yet?

Mr. Mush Fingers?

The body was too waterlogged
to pull a print

and, sadly, he left home

without his American Express card
or his wallet.

But the body
was weighted down with rocks.

Probably to keep it
from clogging the exit drain.

Yeah, but the rocks had
to come from somewhere,

so they could tell us something.

Hey, DiNozzo. What's up?

- Is this Inspector Gibbs?
- Special Agent Gibbs.

- Where is Special Agent DiNozzo?
- Don't worry. He's fine.

However, I cannot say the same
for everyone else in your office here.

- Why is Agent DiNozzo in cuffs?
- Cuffs?

Because they are dead and he is not.

Wait, wait. Who is dead?

Release him. Now.

Brief your superior.
Then we talk.

Gibbs, this is DiNozzo.

They're all dead.
I came into the NCIS office,

everyone was dead.

Gunned down.
Looks like close range.

Smells recent.

You said everyone?

- What about Amanda?
- All five NCIS employees.

Understood. You all right?

Yeah, I'm fine.
I got a lot of...

people here keeping me safe.

Understood.
I got to brief Vance.

You get someplace private
and you call me back.

It's a date.

Did you know them?

No. Not personally. But, uh...

No, I-I understand.

My condolences.

Gerard tells me you were here for...

What is it called again?

- Internet security seminar.
- Really?

Usually computer experts
are not so...

so.

Are you flirting with me
at a crime scene, Inspector?

No. Maybe. I don't know.
Does it matter?

Your timing could be better.

Maybe you're only uncomfortable because
you're not used to being a witness.

Speaking of which,
do you know this person?

She entered through the front door,
but...

a witness saw her crawl
out a back window,

so at the moment,
she's our only suspect.

Or a lucky victim who got away.

- You sure you do not know her?
- I never forget a pretty face.

Which means I'm gonna have yours

stuck in my head
for the rest of my life.

That's all for now.

But would it be possible for you
to stay in Marseille for a few days

while I finish my investigation?

I would be happy to show you the sights,
if you become bored.

- I'm sure that would be lovely.
- Good.

Perhaps after we probe your gun.

- Excusez-moi?
- Your gun.

We need to examine it to make sure
it's not been recently fired.

Like Gerard says,
they are dead, you are not.

Just being thorough.

Right.

Of course.

My gun.

Yes, Madame Secretary,
we want answers, too.

We already have one
of our best agents on the ground.

You'll know when we know.

And we still don't know anything,
do we?

I talked to DiNozzo again.

Two of the victims were NCIS agents.

The other three were local hires.

- Was he able to get their I.D.?
- McGee's running background.

- We leave?
- Working on it.

State's negotiating with the French
for a joint investigation.

Gibbs...
Admiral Kendall's daughter...

you sure she got away?

- Could she be the shooter?
- No, but she might know who was.

Then Agent DiNozzo's first priority
is to find her.

And when he does...

Straight to the airport and home.
I got it.

Well, at least the media
hasn't picked up on this yet.

- It gives me some time.
- Time for what?

To prepare for my next phone call...
to the admiral.

Unless you'd like to make that call.

I would rather get
in that septic tank.

You should stick to English.

And, yes, I've seen Amanda.

She's over there.

But be careful.
She bites.

I'm gonna get this, Amanda!

That's great!

And the grand finale!

Where is Amir?

I don't know where he is!

Amanda, look at this!

Oh, Instagram that.
Show him what he's missing.

Hi, Amanda.

Nice haircut.

- How'd you find me?
- Luck.

And the thousand Tweets you've sent

from every nightclub
you've ever been to.

- We need to talk.
- No, you don't.

Khan and I don't care

how many goons
her father sends after her.

She's staying with us.

Don't you have a timecard
to punch or something?

You don't know.

Know what?

All of them?

They're all dead?

And you didn't see anything?

Nothing.

Then why'd you crawl out a window?

My dad sent an NCIS agent
to pick me up at my hotel.

There was no point in arguing,

so, after he brought me back
to his office,

I went to the bathroom,
climbed out the window

and checked into a new hotel.

Thanksgiving must be fun
at your house.

- Did the police catch the killer?
- No.

And right now, Amanda,
you're their only suspect.

But I'm... I'm just...

Shallow and vacuous, but no killer.

You have to tell them that.

Right now, I'm more concerned
about you being a target.

- Me?!
- You're the only witness,

and the killers don't know
what you saw.

You're safe with me.

But we need to get out
of here right now,

and we need to go
straight to the airport.

I'm not gonna have to follow you
into the restroom

every time you have
to take a leak, am I?

- Are we good?
- Yeah, we're good.

Let's blow.

Hey, I have to leave.

If you see Amir,

have him call me?

It's important.

Okay. I will.

Who's Amir?

Nobody.
A boy.

What's he gonna inherit
when his parents croak?

Nothing.
He doesn't come from money.

All right, his father's

an Iranian politician.

And that means
my father doesn't like him.

Shut up.

I had a feeling you were not being
completely honest with me,

- so I had you followed.
- I didn't shoot anybody!

I hope that's true,
but you still need to come with me

- to the station to be questioned.
- If it's all the same to you,

how about we handle this
at the U.S. Consulate?

You would never allow such a thing,
Agent DiNozzo.

And you know, neither can I.

Come to the station.

Your gun... it's been analyzed.

You can pick it up, and...

maybe we can go see
some of the sights I spoke about.

Gee, that sounds nice.

But I think
I should call my boss first.

Ah, wait.

I have your gun right here.

Let's get out of here!

Your prognosis?

It's not good.

Ah, I hate to lose a patient.

Wait. I think I found the problem.

Looks like the system drive is full.

How many apps
did you install, Doctor?

There's a limit?

TriviaMania, TriviaGod,

Encyclopedia of Everything.

And I see you beat
my high score in Symbolese?

Don't confuse age with rust,
Mr. Palmer.

- Any word on Marseille?
- Just spoke to their coroner.

Should be getting the bodies back soon.
Until then, what do you got, Duck?

As usual, more than meets the eye.

I understand that Abby was able

to make an I.D.
from our dental records.

Matched to a missing person.
A Zach Martin?

Runs an employment office?

Really?
Well, given what we found,

I was expecting something sexier.

Sexier, Ducky?

Yeah, cause of death
was blood loss due to multiple

puncture wounds.

He's also missing
several fingernails,

and suffered extreme
periodontal trauma,

reminiscent of
the movie Marathon Man.

Been tortured?

Hardly an occupational hazard
for a paper-pusher.

Is Agent DiNozzo returning soon?

Yeah, he texted me last night.
He should be on the plane now.

- Hold on...
- Come on.

- Can we stop for a second?
- We need to keep moving.

No, we need to call the police.

What, so they can, uh,
try to kill us again?

No. The other police.
The good ones.

They don't exactly
come with labels, Amanda.

I am hungry, all right?

My feet are killing me.
Please, please, please.

So, what's the plan?

Well, it depends
what Inspector Cheblis wants with you.

I have no idea.

- Six people are dead. Think.
- I've been thinking.

It's not one of my strengths, okay?

You think.

I think we can't go to the consulate.
They'll be watching.

I need to call NCIS.

You doing it telepathically, or...?

They had my cell phone,
which means they have my contacts.

Calling's a risk.

Inspector Cheblis probably has
her own Bizarro World McGee

monitoring cell towers.

They could be tracking
your cell right now!

Like in a spy movie?

Except I took the battery out
five hours ago.

Now we're even?

No. Now we don't even
have a cell phone.

This is what happens
when I don't sleep

or eat, or get chased all night
by killer cops.

Sit up. We will make
a little pit stop

to satisfy your... hunger.

And then we need
to get out of Marseille.

You know, this city has over 1,800
police surveillance cameras.

It's just a matter of time
before they catch us.

So, what's the plan?

Well, we're gonna rent a car,
and we're gonna drive

to the satellite NCIS office
in Rota, Spain.

It's only about a 15-hour drive.

Stop it.

I know. Bonjour.

An American national

wanted for the murder
of a Marseille police officer.

The suspect... Special Agent
Anthony DiNozzo

... a Federal agent
from the United States...

What do we do now, Tony?

We run.

Renting a car is out.

So is public transportation.

I have an idea.

Will I like it?

Depends on how you feel
about progressive trance.

Here they come!

Oh, Amanda Panda!

Natasha Kasha!

Kasha?

Whole grain buckwheat cereal.
You should try it.

Maybe try smiling, too?

Let's go!

Can't believe I'm putting
my life in the hands of the cast

- from Less Than Zero.
- What?

Never mind.

What if they've seen me on TV?

Don't worry. These guys don't
exactly watch the news.

Dear God, give me strength.

- Where's Amir?
- He's with Lila.

They were thinking
about maybe going to Switzerland.

We were gonna join them,
but since you needed a ride to Rota

we're gonna hit the beaches
at Marbella instead.

This is a bad idea.
We should stay in Marseille.

Let me guess: catch Amir
before he heads to Switzerland?

Listen, we're going to Rota.
Sounds like everybody else wants to go.

I just need to call my boss.

I thought you said
it was too risky to call.

It is.

I have a better idea.

I just think
it's quite a coincidence.

Every time we flip a coin,
I end up on the losing side.

Well, conditional probability
suggests...

I wrote my senior thesis
on conditional probability, Tim.

Be honest.
You were using a trick coin.

I am not using a trick coin,
I swear.

You lying little bitch.

Excuse me, we're agents Bishop
and McGee from NCIS.

Need to have a word
with you about your boss.

Those are my goldfish.
Who are you kidding?

I'm sorry, Mr. Martin
is busy at the moment.

Busy? You mean... in his office?

Yes. And he only
sees people by appointment.

No, that's the reason
you're still single, honey.

Sure gets around a lot
for a dead guy.

Oh, wait!
You can't go in there.

So where's Mr. Martin?

He must have stepped out
when I wasn't looking.

When was that?

- Last week?
- Oh, my God.

More than a week.
This place is covered in dust.

When was the last time
your boss was here?

I don't know.

Okay, your goldfish can wait.

Your desk is
right beside his office...

- how do you not know?
- I've... I've never met him.

He hired me through an agency and he
conducts all of his business by phone.

Okay, well, we're gonna
need a list of his clients.

I can do that.

- Except...
- What?

He doesn't have any.

He told me he's a headhunter, but

I've never met
anyone he's headhunted.

So what the hell has he been doing?

Well, he wasn't using his computer.

Or his stylish fountain pen.

Or his stapler. None of this stuff
has been used, Gibbs.

This Zach guy set up an office
and pretended

to work there for years.

I pulled some old prints. Probably
from when the office was set up.

But I didn't get any hits on AFIS.

Tell me what's up?

A giant septic tank.

And it's full of...

you know, and the smell,
it's just stuck in my...

I mean, blood...
Blood, I can handle.

You know.
And brains, I like brains.

But just a septic tank, it's...

it's a lot harder.

Thank you.

I have this for you.
A mug from the Georgetown Hoyas.

On a whim, I checked
Georgetown's enrollment records,

and I did not find Zach Martin.

So, on a double whim,

I ran facial recognition
against the school's yearbooks.

- And you got a hit.
- I did.

Zach Martin is an alias.

His real name is Zakaria Hassan.

He was on the debate team and was
enrolled in the engineering school...

Blow that up, right there.

Amanda Kendall.

She went to school with our victim.

You know, I knew Tony would never be
picked for an Internet security seminar.

Errand boy makes much more sense.

You've reached very special
agent Anthony DiNozzo...

Still going straight to voice mail.

Tony's plane came into Dulles
ten minutes ago. He wasn't on it.

- Why would he go off the grid?
- He wouldn't.

Unless he had a reason.

- Or it wasn't his choice.
- He's got a reason.

What's he wanted for?

- Murdering a French cop.
- Well, we should go.

No, we should wait
for Tony to contact us.

We work the case.
That's how we help DiNozzo.

Zakaria Hassan.

All we know for sure is that he went
to college with Amanda Kendall.

- His murder could be a coincidence.
- McGee.

Rule 39, Bishop.

Right. No such thing as a coincidence.
I knew that one.

Hassan lived under an alias,
ran a dummy corporation

and then was tortured
to death days before

Amanda Kendall escaped the massacre
at NCIS Marseille.

- What was he into?
- We searched his home in Norfolk.

- It was clean. Abby's got his laptop.
- You guys, you got to check this out.

We don't have time
for picture games.

It's not about the game, well,
technically, it is about the game.

I was in the middle of a round-robin
and a new user invited me to play.

And...

It's Tony, it's a message from Tony.

According to the screen name,
it's from Khantempt111.

No. It's Tony. It's Tony.
I'm confident.

Explain how.

Start with the first image. It's a stick
figure with X's for the eyes.

Now, historically, cartoonists
have used this imagery to illustrate

- death because...
- Palmer?

Explain faster.

Right.

Autopsy. Gremlin.

Autopsy gremlin.
That's me.

Okay. Is there more?

Yeah, but the second one's
a little harder.

You got a bus and a road.

Now, is the bus on the road?

Is the bus avoiding the road?
Is bus the name of the road?

Rota.

Spain?

NCIS has a satellite office there.
Tony must be on his way.

That would explain the map
of Spain he sent next.

Can you send a message back?

- I'm not drinking that.
- What do you think's in it?

Rohypnol, GHB,
whatever roofie your buddy Khan is on.

- You don't care for my friends.
- Listen, sweetheart,

I went to school with a version of each
one of these clowns, and you know what?

Like most people, I find clowns
unfunny and a little frightening.

If it weren't for them, we'd still be
stranded in Parc du Centenaire.

They disturb me.
What can I tell you?

I am a continent.
I contain multitudes.

Bro, you got a message back.

Thank God,
I knew I could rely on Jimmy.

I think it's saying
behind the badge...

there's nothingness.

I think it's saying
agents will meet us at the border.

- All right, we're going home.
- My home's in Marseille.

No, your boyfriend's in Marseille,
with the "Persian Hilton".

- And you're welcome, by the way.
- For what?

For saving your boney ass,
Princess Leia.

Hold that thought.
Just got another message from NCIS.

A little complicated,
it might take a second.

- You smell that?
- It's a party bus, they're partying.

Stop the bus.

What?

Fire started in the bathroom,
ruined the exhaust system.

Got to wait for the fire brigade.

Need my cell to call Dad.
He's gonna be pissed.

This bus was
my sister's graduation gift.

I mean, if this isn't a sign
that we should head back to Marseille,

We're not. Let's go.

We're gonna walk to Spain?

- We can't stay here, Amanda Panda.
- Why not?

What did the message say?

That's gonna be the fire brigade.
Followed by the police.

Look, there's gonna be a town up ahead.
Let's go.

Yes, I would appreciate a call back
from the chief, as soon as he can.

- I understand.
- Thank you.

No. Thank you.

Making friends
with the Marseille police?

Have to return my calls first.

The ambassador's giving me
the runaround.

Please tell me DiNozzo
made it to the border.

- Never showed.
- Damn it.

In one of his last messages,
he said something about a dirty cop.

- If that cop caught up with him...
- We could've an international incident.

We passed "incident"
five dead bodies ago.

If it were up to Admiral Kendall,

he'd authorize SEAL Team Six
to exfil his daughter.

- Well, one way to go.
- I'm warming to the idea.

Why are you here?

Abby found hidden files
on Zakaria Hassan's laptop.

I have to call Admiral Kendall
and talk him off a ledge.

Unless those files contain something
about his daughter,

it's gonna have to wait.

I wouldn't make that call.

- They have to do with his daughter?
- It's complicated.

- What'd you find?
- Classified intelligence documents.

Defense Intelligence
login procedures,

protocols, ciphers...

Hassan was a spy. For who?

So far, we've only been able
to decode a single message.

It came from a DoD
proprietary server.

- Meaning?
- Message was from one of our own.

And that's
where it gets complicated.

Two of your agents are dead,
another is wanted for murder.

My daughter is missing,
in God knows what kind of danger,

and somehow I'm the one
in the hot seat?

- Yeah, that's how it looks.
- Just have some questions, Admiral.

Does it have to do
with finding my daughter?

It has to do with Zakaria Hassan.

I have no idea who this is.

An encrypted message
from your DoD log-in

- was found on his laptop.
- That's not possible.

You're looking at it.

And I assure you I didn't send it.

I told you, I have no idea
who your victim is.

- He went to college with your daughter.
- So did 15,000 other people.

He's the only one murdered last week

with classified intelligence
documents on his laptop.

You're accusing me of espionage.

Security protocols.

DoD ciphers.

Everything you need to infiltrate
our intelligence systems.

I am the Vice Chairman
of the Joint Chiefs of Staff.

This guy's murder is connected
to your daughter

and our two dead NCIS agents.
Why?

I told you I have no idea.

And, clearly, neither do you.

My daughter is missing

and you are on a fishing expedition.

Someone is peddling
classified materials.

Someone was involved in espionage.

It's your log-in.

If you didn't send the e-mail,

who did?

All right.

I don't see any televisions
or newspapers, so that's good.

It's a quiet place
for us to grab a quick bite.

Can we talk about Marseille?

What's there to talk about?

We're wanted for murder.

Technically,
you're wanted for murder.

- They haven't mentioned me on the news.
- Yeah, I noticed that. I wonder why.

How 'bout I go back?
No, hear me out.

I'll get some transportation, a safe
phone, then I'll come back and get you.

We're going to Spain.

That's the plan.

Order me some eggs and coffee.
I got to hit the head.

God, I was just going outside.

Why are you gunning, no,
to go back to Marseille?

I was just going...

Bonjour.

Deux petits d?jeuners,
s'il vous pla?t.

Avec un caf?.
Merci beaucoup.

Get off of me.

What are you doing?

What do we have here?

And matches are missing.
I didn't know you smoked.

- I don't...
- You started the fire on the bus.

I know.

Why are you so hell-bent
on not getting out of France?

- I swear to you...
- Don't swear!

Don't pretend and don't promise.

Tell me the truth.

What is going on?
What are you into?

Nothing.

I'm a federal agent, Amanda.

I know when people are lying to me.

And that's all you've been doing.

Okay. Let's try another one.

That's what the message
from NCIS was about.

You went to college with him.

And now he's dead.

Everywhere you go, people die.

I've been framed for murder
and now we're running for our lives,

but all you care about
is finding Amir,

who happens to be the son
of an Iranian cabinet minister.

No. You know what I think?

I think you're not
some brain-dead little party girl.

I think that all of this is an act,

and I think you are some kind of spy

working for Amir
and the Iranian government.

Am I crazy?

Half-crazy, Tony.

I am a spy.

But Amir works for me.

And I work
for the same people you do.

I've been a member
of the Defense Clandestine Service

since I was in college.

Zakaria Hassan recruited me.

He was my handler.

And "Navy brat party girl"
was your cover.

Hassan's idea.

What about Amir?

I met him 18 months ago.

Merci.

Took some time but I turned him.

He's not a fan
of his nation's politics.

- What was he feeding you?
- Diplomatic cables from his job

at the Iranian consulate.
Low-grade intel, mostly.

Low-grade intel doesn't get
seven people killed.

A couple of weeks ago,
he came across something different.

Coded files
regarding their WMD program.

Amir was worried that

he would be seen
copying these files.

But he did it anyway.

For me.

So I sent them to Hassan
and then lost contact.

And I tried every communication
channel I could think of.

The Iranians
probably tracked the files,

found Hassan, killed him,
and now they're on to you.

- Now you understand?
- Yeah.

It's Three Days of the Condor,
except...

- I'm Faye Dunaway.
- Amir risked his life for me.

I'm not leaving him behind.

I need to get him out of Marseille.

Just let DCS get him out.

The mission went south, okay?
And I'm on my own.

Amanda, you're not
on your own, you have me.

And NCIS.

We'll get Amir out.

- Hello.
- Hey, Boss.

- Don't have long to talk.
- DiNozzo. Where are you?

- We're safe. We need your help.
- Where? I'll have you picked up.

- That's not the help we need.
- OK. Go.

Amir Askari. Iranian national.

Works at their consulate.
Son of a cabinet minister.

He's somewhere in Marseille.

- Yeah, and?
- I need you to find him.

Why?

Funny thing. Can't tell you.

- Are you serious?
- It's compartmented,

but we need an NSA Alpha Team

to pinpoint
Amir's exact location ASAP.

I can't authorize an Alpha Team.

But Admiral Kendall can.

All right.

I'll make the call.
Where can I reach you?

It's better if I reach you.

Stay safe, Tony.

You, too.

Hey, you get all that?

We were monitoring the call.

And we weren't the only ones.
You and Tony were right.

Who?

Someone was listening
to the call from inside

Marseille police headquarters.

From a cell phone that belongs to...

Inspector Isabel Cheblis.

The one who framed DiNozzo
for murder.

And Cheblis's on the move.

Track her.

With luck,
she'll lead us right to Amir.

Let DiNozzo know.

- I'll contact him through Symbolese.
- I got another call to make.

Stop kicking me.

Well, I hope you're

comfortable up there, miss, because,

I'm super cozy back here.

Cheblis's been in there a while.

- Amir has to be inside.
- Be patient.

Listen, just, can you move
your chair up an inch?

Wait a minute.

Half an inch.

Okay, she just left.

Alone.

- What's the play? Follow?
- No.

Abby's tracking her. We go in.

Come on, let's go.

What? My foot fell asleep.
Stupid car.

Over there.

Oh, my God, Amir.

Amanda, thank God. They've been
holding us here since yesterday.

- Is he okay?
- He's in and out, but I think so.

- How many are there?
- Two.

The policewoman and someone else.
Can you help us?

That's the plan.
Let's get out of here.

It's all right.
It's gonna be all right.

Get up!

Get up.

Up!

Who's paying you?

That would be me.

Let me guess.

The Iranians discovered
that Amir was trading secrets,

- so they hired you to kill everybody?
- Good guess.

How'd you find out Zakaria Hassan
was Amanda's handler?

Does it matter?
Now drop the gun.

Right now there are 12

of the most highly trained
marksmen in the world

just waiting to blow you to pieces.

All they need is my signal.

I'm debating: do I want to see
you blown all over the wall?

Or do I want to find out
a little bit more first?

Your call.

You're bluffing.

Am I?

When did you call them?

I didn't.

But this has Leroy Jethro
Gibbs written all over it.

I just want to thank you
for what you and NCIS

have done for me and my family.
I cannot tell you...

Dad.

I'm okay.

Good.

We have a lot to discuss.

I wanted to tell you, Dad.
They just wouldn't let me.

I know.

I know. I should have trusted you.

Don't be so hard on yourself, sir.

My father and I have

had similar troubles. It reminds me
of this one winter in Jamaica,

fraught with problems.

I'm sure you have
admiral-daughter stuff to take care of.

She's terrific.

- They let you out of France?
- Only if I promised not to come back.

Thanks, by the way.

I bet State was pissed off you went
behind their back, bringing in Interpol.

You do what you got to do.

Amen.

Nice job.

I'm complimenting you. Pay attention.
It doesn't happen too often.

Yeah, sorry.

Breena keeps sending me this message

on Symbolese. I don't think

she understands how the game works.

I think she's saying that...

she's got something
baking for you, Jim.

No, no. Breena's more of a cook
than a baker.

And, plus,
I'm not doing gluten right now...

That's a bun.

That's an oven.

Do the math.