NCIS (2003–…): Season 17, Episode 1 - Out of the Darkness - full transcript

The farmhouse belonging

to the former Mossad director

was the apparent target
of mortar fire.

Several terror groups

have already claimed
responsibility.

I just got a call from Tel Aviv.
Ziva's dead.

We've lost agents before,
haven't we?

And when we do,
it's all hands on deck!

She's more than an agent to you.

She was a daughter to you.

Tali is Ziva's daughter.

And your daughter, Tony.

Ziva rented this place
from you?

Eleanor Bishop,

for the safety of my family,

please keep my secret.

Hello, Gibbs.

No time for pleasantries.

You're in danger.

Ziver.

Yo, Willie. What's going on?
I've been waiting for you, man.

I've been looking all over
for you. Let me holler at you.

Listen, my girl's
waiting on me, man.

Oh, two minutes
ain't gonna kill you.

I guarantee I got a special
as special as you.

Ring-a-ding-ding, baby.

Prepaid.

Call anyone anytime.

No proof of said
communication.

No problem.

I got a phone.

You got one
your girl don't know about?

Forget it, man.

Buying stolen crap off you

isn't gonna solve my problems.
Hey.

Who said it was stolen?
I say whatever I want, dude.

Okay, well, then,
say it again. Come on.

Hey, say it again!
Say it again!
Get off me, man!

Give me the keys.

Hey, hey, listen, friend,

uh, can we talk about this?

I guarantee I got
a special as special as you.

Give me the keys!

Get out of here!

Let's go!

Get what you needed?

Drive.

Ziver.

Where you been?

Come. We must get you
to a safe house.

Ziva.

Hey.

Look at me.

What happened to you?

They're coming in
through the front door.

Do you have any ammo?
Not here. You?

I'm traveling light.

To decompression.

Hey, I'm gonna go vintage Gibbs.

I'm gonna make up a new rule.

You talk about work,
you buy the next round.

Hey.
Mmm.

Decompression starts now.

You talk about work,
you buy the next round.

Hmm.
I'll tell you, this...

this case was really hard to
get out of my head, you know?

It's like...

I don't know. After
what happened to Emily,

I don't think Gibbs is
gonna let this one go.

Excuse me, young lady?

This fine gentleman here

would like to buy us
the next round.

Muchas gracias.

McGee.

Hey. I thought
you were, uh...

sticking to club soda
for a while.

Sounds like a lot of worry
coming from someone

who doesn't really worry
about me.

Okay, we'll be
right there.

What's going on?

Neighbors heard gunfire
at Gibbs' house.

Alexandria PD responded.

Place is shot to hell.

What about Gibbs?

Police reported one fatality.

Jimmy's on his way.

Damn.

Well, looks like Gibbs

improvised some kind
of explosive

for when our dead guy
came down the stairs.

Lots of casings and footprints
upstairs outside the window.

Dead guy wasn't working alone.

Gun's empty.

Gibbs ran out of ammo down here.
What about upstairs?

Three hidden weapons
that I know of,

but Gibbs didn't take
any of them.

What about the ironing board?

Shotgun's still taped
underneath.

Left his cell here, too.

All I know is
there's only one reason

why Gibbs wouldn't take
any of those weapons upstairs.

This guy's friends
took Gibbs hostage?

This stuff has moved.

What?
These motors.

They were against
the wall before.

Gibbs must have moved them.

Looks like
an old coal chute.

Fresh scuff marks.

And blood.

So, Gibbs
climbed out of a slide

used for coal 100 years ago?

Doesn't get more Gibbs
than that.

Got a piece of fabric here.

Looks like wool.

It's not exactly
Gibbs's style.

Well, could be one of these guys
tore their pants

as they were
chasing Gibbs out.

Or this other person

could've been with Gibbs.

An ally.

Bishop, you got something else?

No.

Our six is clear.

Hold up.

There's no time to rest.

Hey, stop!

I don't need a damn breather.

I just want to know
who we're running from.

There's a woman.

Her name is Sahar.

She wants me dead,
and now she's after you, too.

There was more than one person

shooting at us
outside that basement.

Sahar works with a team,

but she herself
is the true threat.

Who is she?

I do not know.

Got a description?

No.

I've never seen her.

Well, why does she
want you dead?

I do not know.

Well, what did I do
to piss her off?

We got zero intel.

We play smart.

A safe house.
We head west.

There's a junkyard on Bryson.

We get a car running

good enough to get
us to a safe house.

We call for backup.
We make a plan.

No.

This battle is mine alone.

And for me,
there's no time for breathing.

You're the one
who said "safe house."

Yes, for you, Gibbs!

You must go there now.

I'll get word to you
when it is safe to leave.

Ziva.

Stop!

No! No, I will not be convinced.

I will not be swayed.

This is the only path
that'll lead me

back to Tony, back to my Tali.

I will find Sahar,
and I will kill her.

So?

Any word from Gibbs?
Nothing.

Hospitals haven't checked in
anyone matching his description.

Come on, guys,

please tell me we've got
something to go on here.

Our dead guy's friends
left his body clean.

No weapon,
no cell phone, no I.D.

Jimmy's doing
the autopsy now.

We're hoping
that gives us something.

So, until then, what?
We're just gonna sit

on our asses and wait
for the phone to ring?

If Gibbs could've contacted us,
he would have.

He wouldn't just stay
out there on his own

for no reason.
He might not be alone.

What do you mean?
Who could he be with?

I get the feeling Bishop

had a theory, but, uh,
she didn't say what.

Bishop should've beat us here.
Where is she?

I thought she was with you guys.

That's rather unnerving.

I-I noticed your car
parked out front.

I wasn't expecting to see you
here on a work morning.

Where's the coat?

I'm sorry?
Ziva's coat. It was hanging

right there, and it was made
of fabric exactly like this.

As you know,
I'm-I'm not responsible

for any items left
in this office.
Okay, listen to me.

This game you're playing,
I'm done with it.

You know how I got this?

Whoever was wearing it was just
involved in a massive shootout.

Is she all right?

I think she escaped with Gibbs.

Odette.

Haven't I earned
her trust by now?

Haven't I earned yours?

You thought the death
of Ziva David

was nothing more
than collateral damage.

That the explosion
at the farmhouse

was meant to destroy
the files of Eli David.

It was really meant
to take out Ziva.
Yes.

She was the true target
of that attack all along,

and she suspected as much.

She used her
presumed death

as a protective shield
for herself and her family.

She sent her daughter to live
with the child's father.

Tony.
Then she went
deep undercover.

For years, she sifted
through evil in every form,

searching for the person
who wanted her dead.

And that kind of...

separation from everything
the heart holds dear, it...

takes its toll in many ways.

What about Tony? I mean, d...
d-does he know that she's alive?

Does he know about any of this?
That is not for me to say.

But hear this message
loud and clear, Agent Bishop.

The more people
who know Ziva David is alive,

the more danger she's in.

Who are you, really?

Ima!

Ziver.

What happened to you?
Ima, you wear it.

I am weak.

They believe the story.

They believe you are dead.

Ziva, we will
work together.

We will find this
threat against you,

and we will neutralize it.

And you'll have
Tony and Tali again.

I'm not myself, Adam.

I am weak.

Weakness...

...is not accepting help
when you need it, my friend.

Thank you.

Are you okay?

If you were gonna follow me,

why the charade
of letting me go?

Looked like
you needed space.

Found this.

Someone ditched it in here.

It's got one live round.

You keep it.

Ziva, I know
you want to work alone.

I want to honor that,
but I can't.

When I finally learned the name

of this person
that wants me dead,

I decided to stop hiding.

The plan was simple.
Show myself.

Kill Sahar before she killed me.

She came after you first.
Why?

She does not know about Tali.

What about DiNozzo?
What could he possibly provide

except tales of
old heartbreak?

No.

She went after the person
she thought

was most important to me
to use as leverage against me.

You and I...

we are not who we once were.

No matter who we are,
I'm not leaving you.

I have a contact.

He left me some intel.

I must retrieve it.

We must get out of here
and find a bus.

Junkyard car is still
faster than a bus.

I'm not talking
about just any bus.

Thank you.
You're welcome.

Nick. Hey, yeah, it's me.

I know. No, I know. I know.

I was just... I was following
a lead on that fabric.

No, it turned out
to be a dead end, so I, um...

I, uh... I've got
to call you back.

What are you doing here?

Back at Gibbs' house,

I could tell something
was going on with you.

And you didn't show up
back at headquarters.

So you pinged my phone?

You want to tell me what you're
doing at Ziva's old office?

Look, I can ask
as senior field agent

or I can ask as a friend.

But I'm not leaving here
until you give me an answer.

The person Gibbs is with...

...it's Ziva.

She's alive.

McGee, wait.
I-I'm done talking about it.

Well, I'm not.

You knew and you didn't tell me.
What else is there to say?

A lot. Just hear me out.

My God, you have the
freaking legs of a giraffe.

Just please, stop walking.

Okay, all right.
Does Tony know?

Huh? How long have you known?

Were you ever planning
on saying anything?

I can't even look
at you right now.

Hey. She asked me
not to say anything.

I was just trying
to keep her safe.

You can't just walk
into the men's room.

Well, I just did,
so get over it.

I'm not gonna get over it.

Listen to me. Okay...

Ziva has meant so much
to so many people.

When she asks you
to do something,

you trust her
and you do what she asks.

Bishop, she was a sister to me.

Okay? I had a right to know.

I want to make this right.

If we're gonna help
Gibbs and Ziva,

we need to put all the intel
we have together and find them.

So start from the beginning
and tell me everything you know.

Okay.

We have to keep this between us.

Falls Church City Park.

Transfers available:
M23, M25 and M32.

Next stop is:
Broad Street and Falls Avenue.

Sure would be nice to know
what we're doing here.

Five seats
ahead of us on the left.

We're getting our intel

from Grizzly Adams and his mom?
No.

Under that seat,
my contact left an SD card.

When the passengers leave,
I will retrieve it.

:
Wow.

Wow, I haven't heard of a
drop on a bus since 1980.

Well, that is rich,

coming from a man with
a black-and-white television.

I assume you still
have one of those.
Hey, what I'm saying is

we're putting our necks on the
line to trust this contact.

Yes.

So, can we trust him?

You're not leaving this room

until you tell me
what you found.

Sahar has sent her men
to bring in Gibbs.

She will use him to get to you.

They'll never take him alive.
I must warn him.

Ziva.

If they find you with Gibbs,
you will pay the price.

And so will I.

Ziva.

Ziva.

Can we trust him?

I do not wish
to discuss my contact.

Lady and gentlemen,

I expect that when one of
our own goes off the grid,

you'd have the common sense
to walk up here and update me

without me having
to hunt you down.
Yes, sir.

Well, now that
I've hunted you down,

I suggest that you get to it.

Kasie analyzed
the casings

found outside Gibbs'
basement window.

Bullets were American-made.

We also found a piece of fabric

on the coal chute that Gibbs
used to escape from.

But, uh,
that was a dead end.

Well, the fabric
could belong to someone

that Gibbs is working with.
Or not.

It could be from one
of his attackers.

We don't have clarity
on that yet.

Hoping to get some new leads
from Jimmy.

We're headed down
to autopsy now.

John Doe from Gibbs's basement.

So, you're telling me

you have nothing
on where Gibbs is now,

who he's with
or who used his residence

for target practice?

Unfortunately, no.

Do I need to make a speech
about the mountains

that Gibbs would move
if the roles were reversed here?

No, sir. We're aware.

Then get back to work.

And the minute you
find something,

I'm your first call.
Sir.

Hey.

You guys want to tell me
what's going on?

Yeah, we're going to autopsy.
No, no, no, no, no.

Your neck is sweaty.

What?
When you lie,

your neck sweats.

No, it doesn't.

Please tell me we didn't
just lie to the director.

Oh, wow.

Oh, my God.

My head is exploding.

We shouldn't have told him.

Well, that's not
your choice to make.

Listen, Nick, Jimmy's gonna
be down here any minute.

Okay? We got to
keep this quiet.

I mean, I didn't even know
this ninja,

but this is, like,
the biggest news of my life.

Ziva David is
freaking alive?

I'm sorry, uh, uh, c-come again?

Jimmy, um...
I dropped a pipette,

and I was... I was
cleaning it up,

and I heard you guys come in,
and-and I-I didn't say anything,

and you guys were
talking, and...

and I didn't
know what to do,

uh, and then you said the...

the thing about Ziva?

And, uh...
and my ears heard it,

and now I think, uh...
I think I need to...

I-I think I need to sit down.

Here.

What do we really know about
the attack at Gibbs's place?

From what I got from Odette...

Wait. The landlady?
I think that's

the least interesting
thing on her résumé.

She said the person behind the
attack is a woman named Sahar,

motive unclear.
No one comes at you that hard

unless... unless you killed
someone that matters.

That doesn't exactly
narrow it down.

Wait, Ziva's killed
that many people?

Hey, guys, I thought maybe Jimmy
and I could do a tandem update.

Whoa.

There's, like,
some weird air in here.

What's going on?

Nothing.
Nothing. No.
Not a whole lot.

Pretty solid chance
I'm gonna throw up.

Hey, is your neck sweating?

Can we talk about your findings?

Yeah. So, uh,

John Doe here, his DNA
wasn't in the system...

You want to hop on in there
with cause of death?

Oh, yes, right, yeah.

Uh...

Cause of death was, uh,
blunt force trauma.

He hit his head
on the bottom step

after the bomb...

tumbled him backward.

And he had...

And he had...

Red marks...
Red marks, right.

He had red mar...
he had red marks

on the left side of his body.

I confirmed that they
were bites from bedbugs.

Uh, Mr. Doe here
is a side sleeper.

Bites tell us
anything else?

I collected a few
of the dead bugs

from his clothing.

We'll see if they have
anything to say.

Okay, so listen.

I got a thing
about weird air.

I don't like it,
so I'm-a leave now.

Okay.

Oh, sweet mama,
they're talking in unison.

No. No. Mm-mm.

Work boots like that,
he'll get off before downtown.

Do not count your crocodiles
before they hatch.

Right.

Where'd you get that?

The scar.

That is not the question
you really wanted to ask.

I got a lot of
questions, Ziva.

I'm trying not to
ask the hard ones.

The pills?

A couple of months
before the explosion,

Tali and I went into this shop.

She pointed to this necklace,
and-and-and she said, "Ima!"

So I bought it for her.

When I went to put it on her,
she said, "No, Ima."

She wanted me to wear it.

She wanted it for me.

Whenever I held her,
she would take it

between her little fingers
and-and she would smile.

And now when I think about
holding her, I just...

If you had the chance
for one more minute

with your daughter,
wouldn't you do anything

in your power
to get back to her?

Fight any demon with any weapon?

If it meant you could hold her
one more time?

One of my demons
has become anxiety.

The pills, they...

they quiet this demon, but...

they also dull my senses, so...

I will not be taking them
for now.

Now arriving at...

He's leaving.

The card is gone.

He took it.

He could not have gotten far.

I'll loop around!

I sent the file.

You're going to have
to decrypt it.

Where's Sahar? Where is she?

Ziva!

You should have wounded him.

We could've bled him
for information.

Yeah, or he kills you first.

Oh...

Intel?

We just need to decrypt it.

We don't have time for this.

Come on, let's go.

Truck is clean.

There's nothing that points
to where Sahar might be.

Eh, we get the truck to NCIS,

Kasie might be able
to pull something off it.

This Kasie sounds
real impressive,

but the answer's no.
Come on.

Let's go.
No. Got to make
a phone call first.

To this Kasie?
McGee.

Gibbs, I cannot
let you do that.

I'm not asking your permission
on this one.

This intel to be decrypted,
it is the whereabouts

of someone who used to
work with Sahar.

I do not want McGee
or anyone else

showing up there
and getting hurt.
Are you done?

Once you get in that
truck, I will be.

Grizzly already sent what was
on that thing to his people.

Yes. And I will find a way to
decrypt it before they do.

You sure about that?

Ziva... what this is
is a race.

Right now a head start
is the difference

between winning
and dying.

The truck can stay.

But we are sending McGee
the file on this card.

Gibbs.
Do not do this.

Stop the men's
room stuff.

I'm coming in!
All right, Bishop,

you really need to stop
busting in here

begging me to
forgive you, okay?

That's not why I'm here.

I'm not asking
for forgiveness.

I stand by
what I did.

I just need you
to understand it.

Okay, seriously, somebody
is gonna call HR.

Maybe me.
Just listen to me.

I grilled this guy
Matty at NSA,

and he told me about
an operative in Syria

who is aware of a woman
named Mira Sahar Azam.

Is that the same name
Odette gave you?

She only knew
the "Sahar" part,

but it has to be
the same person.

Mira Sahar Azam was thought
to have been a P.O.W. in Syria.

She escaped one month before
the David farmhouse blew up.

Were you able to pull
anything else off the name?

No. It's like she's a ghost.

McGee.

McGee.

Boss!

Boss, where are you?

Long story.

Yeah, we-we figured
some of it out.

Um, is she there?
Is Ziva there?

He knows.

Want to talk to him?

She's here.
She says hi.

Uh, we think we have
a full name for Sahar.

Mira Sahar Azam.

Mira Sahar Azam?
That mean anything?

McGee, appreciate the lead,

but you cannot get
involved in this.

Who else there knows
what's going on?

Just Torres.

Uh, Jimmy found out, too.

He was... under a table.

Tim, you got to
keep this quiet.

We're gonna find a way
to send you a file.

Decrypt it, fast as you can.

Okay. So I am getting involved?

No, no. Just on the file.

You call me back at this number
as soon as you have something.

Oh, and, McGee, there is
a dead body in the alley

between 16th and Mitchell.

Bye.

Cause of death was a single
gunshot to the heart

inflicted by an exceptionally
skilled shooter who knew

within one eighth of an inch
exactly where to hit

to cause the most damage.

So, yeah, I think we can
safely narrow this down

to one of two people.

Did we I.D. this guy?

No fingerprints,
no DNA in the database--

same as his friend--
making this

John Doe number two.

Two bodies, zero leads.

Doe number two is
a back sleeper, if that helps.

Bedbugs here made
an absolute meal

out of the back of
his arms and neck.

These guys weren't sleeping
in the Four Seasons.

Eh, not even close.

Uh, the two Does do share

another interesting
commonality, though:

they both had
a significant amount

of ash in their lungs.
Smokers?

More like they were breathing in
a big campfire.

I decrypted the file Gibbs sent.

Fastest geek in
the East, baby.
It's an address

belonging to someone
named Mr. Rogers.

Location is a penthouse
in downtown D.C.

I'll call Gibbs.
No, I already did.

He's on his way there.
Well, let's roll.

Gibbs said to stay put.

What? Why?
I have no idea.

Wait a minute.
Wait, wait.

Wait a minute.
You guys aren't thinking about

actually going down there
anyway, are you?

Because I-I am
super uncomfortable

with being the only person
in this entire building

to stop people from
finding out about...

"Operation Z."

: Besides,
Gibbs already told you,

do not go.

How about the mountains
Gibbs would move

if the roles were reversed?

We don't know anything
about this "Mr. Rogers"

or what they're
walking into.

Let go of me.

You want to know
what I would love?

I would love to know
how these two

homeless people got
all up in my crib.

We took these off him.

And those were
on the female.

Hmm.

Oh.

That is dope.

Turkish?

No.

We're here for
some information.

We need the location
of the woman named Sahar.

That name doesn't ring a bell.

What about
Mira Sahar Azam?

That's an alias.

But big props for even
knowing that much.

Who are you?

And think before you speak.

Lies can get people hurt.

My name is Ziva David.

No.

Ziva David is dead.

And yet, this is her face.

The face of a real
American hero.

Damn, this is messed up.

Where is Sahar?

If she knows
you're on U.S. soil,

then so is she.

But where?
Hell if I know.

You would know.

You worked closely with her.

Odd for a woman like you
to wear a...

...decoration.

A woman like you wears only
the thing that's her infinity.

That which lasts forever,

never leaves her,
never goes away.

It's either her heart

or her albatross.

Pretty... please, tell me,
which one is this, Miss David?

Why does Sahar want me dead?

Because of your albatross.

Because of your burden.

Because of your
brother Ari.

I could tell you
a real tearjerker

about Ari Haswari.

But you got to give me
a little, too, honey.

So, tell me,

what are you willing to
pay for what you want...

...and for what you've done?

Get down!

Ziva!

Buying stolen crap off you
isn't gonna solve my problems.

Who said it was stolen?

I say whatever I want, dude.

This is the place.

Say it again!
Uh, yo,

that gray-haired guy
is jacking that car.

Uh, that gray-haired guy

looks a lot like Gibbs.
Give me the keys!

No.

Get out of here!

All right, on my go.

Let's go.

Uh, McGee?

What are we
doing, man?
Get in the car.

We got to follow them.
McGee, no.

Get in.
You saw her just then.
You both did.

She was asking you
to stand down.

Look, she knows what she needs
better than any of us.

We have to trust her.
You have to trust her.

K.H., let's giddyap
with that update.

Daddy needs a new pair
of scrubs.

Okay. First,
you and the Three Amigos

are talking
in unison in autopsy,

then the director calls and says
that he's on his way down

for an update, and
now you're in here

acting like
a cotton candy Gibbs?

The director's
headed down right now?

He must know something's up.

It's weird air, Jimmy,
and I don't like it.

Okay, really fast, tell me
everything that you know.

I just need to make sure that
you're not gonna say something

the director shouldn't hear.

Kasie, please.

Look, everyone has left,

I am under an immense amount
of pressure

that you can't fathom

and I can't discuss...

because reasons.

You are lucky
that you're so damn lovable.

So, I managed to
pull blood samples

from two of the bedbugs we got
off the dead guys' clothing.

The first sample
matched John Doe number one,

who the bug
had obviously bitten.

And the second bug?
It had been dead for months.

Now, I'm thinking
its carcass just got stuck

on Doe's clothing
while he slept.

So the blood that
it was carrying

was from someone
it had bitten months ago.

Exactly.

And that person was one

Robert Hitchem.
He was arrested 15 years ago

for armed robbery,
but after that,

he bought a roadside diner,

lived there, worked there
and turned his life around.

Until he went back
to his old ways

and helped our bad guys
in shooting up Gibbs's basement.

Uh, no. Because this
is a "before" picture.

There was a fire at
Bob's Diner five months ago.

Robert Hitchem was killed
in the fire.

The building
was abandoned.

Kasie, what do we got?

Wait, wait, wait,
wait, wait.

Now, did the director
send you down here

to try and trick us
into saying something?

About what?
About what?

Oh, my God!

Oh, we just talked in unison.

Okay.

So, bottom line is, our bad
guys are breathing in ash

from the fire
and sleeping on Hitchem's

old bedbug-infested mattress
at his abandoned diner

in the middle
of nowhere, Virginia,

and I told Gibbs the same thing
when he called.

Gibbs called?

Was that part of the thing
I wasn't supposed to say?

Was starting to wonder
if you were coming back.

I surveyed the area.

Three men, north side
of the building,

heavily armed,
not visible from here.

Also, I made a call.

My associate is coming.

I make a call,
it's World War III.

You make a call, it's a party.
My associate

will bring everything we need
to take down Sahar.

What exactly
is the guy bringing?

The clasp was broken,
but I fixed it.

I asked you a question.
I fixed it while I was
sitting down there thinking

of all the reasons why I
should walk away right now

and do this on my own.

You know, ever since
you showed up, I've been falling

all over myself
trying to make you stay.

I am done.

Your way stops here.

We do this the right way.

Meaning what?

Meaning, if she surrenders,
we arrest her.

Gibbs, as long as she is alive,
she is a threat,

and I will not have this threat
follow me back to my family...

You do not want
to go down this road.

The only way back to Tali,
back home, is if Sahar is dead.

If you go outside the law,
you will lose who you are.

You don't know who I am.

You think
I don't know?!

What you asked me on the bus,

the answer,
Ziva, is yes.

Yes, I would do anything
to have one more minute

with my daughter.

But it doesn't
matter.

It does not matter, Ziva.
She's gone.

I was not talking about Kelly!
I was talking about me.

They reported my death,

and you did not
question it.

You didn't come
looking for me.

You abandoned me.

My associate is here.

Hope I didn't
keep you waiting.

No.

Gibbs?

From your call, I gathered
time was of the essence.

Still, I think
you'll find I curated

a rather thoughtful collection.

You sure he knows
how to handle these?

Put me to work.

I play a really good old lady.

You've done
more than your share, O.

Remember,

on the other side of this,
your daughter is waiting.

Keys.

Director, I assure you,
everything we did

was within the boundaries
of the law.

Everything.

We understand the gravity
of our actions,

and we know
they won't be taken lightly.

You're damn right, Agent Bishop.

None of this
is being taken lightly.

MPD is calling me about
a penthouse full of dead bodies,

and I'm standing here
asking myself how long you knew

about Ziva David
but you failed to inform me.

Sir, I did what I had to do.

Wow. Really? That's ballsy.

You stood in my office, and you
lied to my face. All of you.

Excuse me. I mean,
technically, the last time

we were all in here,
I was in the dark, too.

You think we give a damn
about technicalities, Nick?

This is Gibbs's life
we're talking about.

How could you not tell us?

Hey, I'm the least
guilty one in here.

Okay? Uh, Bishop
is the worst...

...and then there's McGee,
and then there's me.

That's enough.
Agent Sloane is right.

Lives are at stake here.

We know where
Gibbs and Ziva are.

I want the three of you there
as backup immediately.

Things are gonna start
to get real dicey

if I have to repeat myself.

We're not going, Director.
Excuse me?

Ziva told us to stand down.

You spoke to her?
No.

Not in words. I saw her.

But she didn't need to say it.

She looked me right in the eye,

and she asked
that we stand down.

Agent McGee, unless
Ms. David somehow rose

to the directorship
of this agency

while I was out getting coffee,

I would suggest that
the three of you get moving.

Sir, you know Ziva.

You know her.

When she asks you
to do something,

you trust her
and you just do what she asks.

Leon, come on.
This is crazy.

Agent McGee, you
better hope to God

that this is the right call.

Your check-in is late.
Report back to me immediately.

Powell?

Powell.

Your men outside didn't
surrender, and they're all dead.

You have the right
to remain silent.

Anything you say can
and will be used against you

in a court of law. You have
the right to an attorney.

If you cannot afford
an attorney,

one will be
provided for you.

Ziva.

If they find you with Gibbs,
you will pay the price.

And so will I.

It's either her heart

or her albatross.

If you go outside the law,
you will lose who you are.

Remember,

on the other side of this,
your daughter is waiting.

Ziva.

You'd do well
to listen to him.

If you kill me, Ms. David,

a United States senator
will be dead by morning.

That is tomorrow's concern.

This is today.

Ziva!

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