NCIS (2003–…): Season 6, Episode 13 - Broken Bird - full transcript

WOMAN:
I wish I could stay, but I have to fly.

MAN: Oh, no. It's terrible.
You actually said it.

[CHUCKLES]

I thought I was gonna ruin the moment
by saying the wrong thing.

Oh? What could you possibly say?

I don't know.
Anything involving the word "layover."

- Okay.
- Okay.

[CHUCKLES]
All right.

[SIGHS]

I can't believe you did this to me.

I love you.

- And you stabbed me in the back.
- My...

[GRUNTS SOFTLY]

At least I looked you in the eyes.

Cheryl.

WOMAN:
Call 911.

TONY:
What could it be for McGee?

Cookies.

Those would have to be
some huge cookies.

Care package from home.
Winter clothes? Mittens?

[THUDS]

- Too heavy.
- Uhn.

I'm bored. I don't wanna play anymore.
I don't care.

- Well, I am opening it.
- Thank God.

- Oh, goody. They're here.
- "Goody"? Who says "goody"?

ZIVA:
What is it?

McGEE:
This is my Mac SE.

Got it for my 11th birthday.
She's my first.

This is gonna get really strange,
isn't it?

"Going to"?

These are chapters of my life,

from the earliest discovery
to that palpable connection

and the eventual evolution.
Look at this.

Here I am making the transition
to PC.

I'll alert the Smithsonian.

Maybe they can make a space
for your exhibit:

"The Chronicles
of a Teenage Shut-In."

How do you remember
your childhood?

- Vaguely.
- You have no sense of history.

I do.

So does Petty Officer Kevin Lim.

- He is history?
GIBBS: Oh, yeah.

Let's go.

Grab your mittens.
It's cold out there.

[CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKING]

I forgot my passport. I came back,
and I saw that he was...

- You didn't see who did it?
- I didn't have to.

It was Cheryl.

His ex-fianc?e.
The engagement was just broken off.

I need to take your statement.

- All right.
- Okay.

Here. Let's go inside
for some privacy.

Got an eyewitness who saw
a woman with blood on her hands

- headed around the corner.
- Not the stewardess?

McGEE: Doesn't fit
the flight attendant's description.

The ex, canvas.

PALMER:
The reason I missed I Street

is because I was expecting to find
I Street two blocks past K Street.

It is a rare place in this world,
Mr. Palmer,

where reason is the best compass.

Miss the turn?

H, I, J, K.
That's how the alphabet works, right?

Goes the same forwards
as backwards.

In Hebrew, there is no J.

Apart from the name
of the food court

at George Washington University,
there is no J Street in the District.

Perhaps that's where you've been
spending your time, Mr. Palmer,

instead of going to class.

I suppose that's further evidence

of my lesser education
that I did not know that.

DUCKY: The fault lies not with the
institute of higher learning, Mr. Palmer,

but with your observational skills.

In 1791, a Parisian,
Pierre Charles L'Enfant,

was commissioned
to design a city plan.

- Okay, here we go.
- The Capitol is at the centre.

Four quadrants radiate northwest,
southwest, northeast, southeast.

The north-south streets
are numbered,

but the east-west streets
are lettered.

When the alphabet is exhausted,
they go syllabically.

First two syllables, then three syllables.
Macomb is followed by Newark.

And Albemarle
is followed by Brandywine.

I understand.
Doctor, I failed one class.

- That doesn't make me a bad student.
- So then why is there no J Street?

[PHONE RINGS]

Sorry.

GIBBS: Thirteenth and L.
- One block north, two blocks east.

Need you here, Ziva.

Thirteenth and L.
Be right there, Gibbs.

I will make up the class.

- Maintain the scene.
DUCKY: Make it up to me right now.

- Really?
- Yeah. Come on.

Got her.

Stand up. Show me your hands.

McGEE:
Hands behind your back.

Upward angle of the trajectory
likely severed the abdominal aorta.

The shape indicates
a clockwise twisting.

The assailant
was probably right-handed.

Refrain from conjecture.

Ahem. Exsanguination led to death.

Judging by the diameter
of the pooling,

I'd say he bled out
within three minutes.

- Cold surface expedites coagulation.
- Perhaps four.

- Why is there no J Street?
- I just told you, I don't know.

And I just gave you a clue
to the answer.

We are discussing
the construction of the very streets

where democracy
would stride freely.

Excuse me. Sorry. That's a nice hat.
Excuse me. Sorry.

- So is that her?
- Yeah. Quickest case ever.

Yeah, sets a new record.

Out of the way.
Nothing to see here, folks.

WOMAN: Oh, my God. They got her.
Over this way.

DUCKY: This was the transformation
of swamp bottom

into the bedrock
of the most lofty ideals.

These were not idle decisions,
Mr. Palmer, even in 1791.

[SHOUTING
IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE]

PALMER:
Doctor, look out! Look out!

Doctor.

Stop her. Stop her!

- Hold her.
- I got her. Got her.

[DUCKY GROANING]

That way. She's wearing a green scarf
covering her face.

GIBBS:
Ducky.

Stay still, Duck.

I'm all right, Jethro. It's just

[GRUNTS]

A defensive wound.

WOMAN [OVER PA]:
Portable X-ray to 256 North.

- Jimmy.
- Portable X-ray to 256 North.

How is Ducky?

Multiple superficial lacerations,

plus the blade finally embedded
in the mid-palmar space,

possibly damaging or even severing
flexor tendons and lumbrical muscles.

Best-case scenario entails
weeks of physical therapy

after reconstructive surgery.
He should be out any second now.

- So...
- So the short answer is he's alive.

What? Oh, yeah. Yeah.

Because when you hear,
"Ducky got stabbed,"

you don't necessarily
take that part for granted.

- Yeah. Sorry, sorry.
- It's okay.

- You are very calm.
- I am.

If I keep going to crazy town
every time one of you gets hurt,

I'm gonna have to have
my mail forwarded.

MAN:
We're clear.

- Ducky.
- Abby?

Oh, how kind of you to visit.

- Oh, they gave you morphine.
- Just a drop.

Duck, anything you remember
about the attack?

Oh. My glasses.

Oh, sweetie.

You held on to them for me
while I went under the knife.

It's ironic that the solution
to one knife should be...

Mr. Palmer,
would you finish that thought for me?

Sure, doctor.

Oh. And you'll need to send
for a substitute ME. Uh...

- Jordan...
- Dr. Hampton?

DUCKY: Yeah.
On my desk you'll find her number,

while I myself lay here
getting much number.

[CHUCKLES]

Nurse, more anaesthetic.
And don't spare the horses.

Okay, he's zonked out of his gourd,
and he's still playing with words.

- Impressive.
- Abs. Weapon, prints.

How am I supposed to log this?

Because, technically, it's the weapon
of interest in two separate cases.

I'll figure it out.

PALMER [OVER SPEAKER]:
Doctor. No! No!

[WOMAN SHOUTING
IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE]

Doctor! Hey!

One of the residents captured the
actual attack on their camera phone?

Neighbours seem to think
a crime scene makes better watching

than daytime television.

Quality isn't great.

PALMER:
Doctor!

I'm gonna see
if I can clean this up a bit.

[WOMAN SHOUTING
IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE]

PALMER:
Doctor. Stop her.

Stop her!

[TYPING]

PALMER:
Hey! Hey!

ZIVA:
She's what, approximately 5'3"?

Mid to late 30s. She's wearing a hijab.
Likely Muslim.

All right, this should do it.

PALMER:
Doctor!

Hey! Hey!

[WOMAN SHOUTING
IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE]

PALMER:
Doctor! Hey!

Sounds like Pashtu or Dari.

- Might be a regional Afghani dialect.
- I'll get a linguist on it.

PALMER:
So you're dead.

Sorry about that.

Poor fellow.

You know, if it's any consolation,

all indications are that you went out

with a bang.

Oh, forget it.

- Dr. Hampton.
- Jim.

Oh, you prefer "Jimmy."

Jim Palmer was a pitcher
for the Orioles.

I was named after him.

- But I have never really liked baseball.
- Noted.

But, please, you may call me Jordan.

I was named after a body of water
towards which I bear no ill will.

Why would Dr. Mallard
need a last-minute fill-in?

It seems very unlike him.

Oh, he was assaulted
at a crime scene.

- Oh.
- He'll be okay.

His hand was injured.

Oh.

So scary.

I suppose we can be his hands
for today.

The facts of this case
are pretty cut-and-dry.

- Jordan?
- Hmm?

- You okay?
- Yes, fine.

Let's get started.

Thank you.

ABBY:
Talk to me, baby. Talk to me.

- Fingerprint sheet.
- Oh, hey.

I was talking to the knife.

- Do you wanna talk knives?
- Always.

What we have here
is a SliceCo chef knife.

It's a standard part of the 12-piece
introductory counter-block kitchen set.

It's a laser-bevelled, titanium-steel,
rust-resistant blade,

and the tang extends the full length
of the engineered thermoresin handle,

which will not crack, chip, fade,
or absorb any material.

It will, however,
retain a print on a bloody smear.

Or in this case, many prints.

Summer job?

Yeah, telemarketing,
sophomore year.

Helps if you believe in the products.
These are actually really good knives.

The handle has been handled
by many hands.

So it's gonna take some hunting
and pecking

to isolate Ducky's attacker.

- What about the hijab?
- I pulled some hair from it.

The fabric is quite old, handmade.

So it fell off
when you were chasing her?

Unlikely. It is designed to always
stay on as a sign of modesty.

She would not just lose it
by accident.

She was trying to disappear
in plain sight.

[PHONE RINGS]

- Yeah?
McGEE: Ziva.

Hey. The linguist has
the translation.

On my way.

- Are you sure this is right?
- That's what she said, boss.

DUCKY: Three decades ago,
in my RAMC days,

I was seconded
to an American tank regiment.

Hand injuries were prevalent
in the armoured cavalry.

As a result,

I considered making hand surgery
my speciality.

Heh. Fortunately,
I opted for a less sensitive clientele.

Otherwise,
this might spell an end to my career.

[SPEAKING
IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE]

Dari. Means?

Bringer of death.

Picked up a few words,
did you, Duck?

Your old RAMC days, Afghanistan?

I don't wanna talk about it.

Yeah, well, the next phrase
she yells means,

"You killed my brother."

Any idea
why she would've said that?

Perhaps because I killed her brother.

We have found her, Gibbs.

The woman's name
is Mosuma Daoub.

- Put her in Interrogation.
- She's not actually here.

We've ID'd her fingerprint match.
Throw it up, McGarnagle.

Mosuma Daoub, Afghani immigrant.
Married, too, as Marie Daoub.

Two children.
That's her home address.

According to her tax returns,
she works at a shop

in the neighbourhood
where the attack took place.

Boss says she hasn't been seen
since yesterday morning.

She went out for coffee,
stuck a knife in Ducky,

- and never came back.
- Pick her up.

She has not returned home.

According to her husband,
he doesn't know where she is.

Then bring him in here.

GIBBS:
McGee, wanna ask you something.

Director's still
in budget-allocation meetings?

Yeah, he's gone
till the end of the week.

Well, I need a personnel file.

It can't wait.

Well, I could access that
without disturbing the director.

- Who?
- Dr. Donald Mallard.

Mr. Daoub,
you have not heard from your wife?

I leave her messages.

I call her friends.

I have been trying
not to panic the children,

but I was so nervous
when I dropped them at school,

I forgot to give them their lunches.

Can you identify your wife's hijab?

Hijab? You mean her scarf?

We are not so traditional.
Where did you find it?

Near her work.

What could have happened
that she would not call me back?

We will find out.

Cell records from Mosuma Daoub.

Any record of her calling home
since yesterday?

- Negative.
- Hmm. Mr. Mom's story checks out.

Only calls she made
were to the embassy.

Which embassy?

DUCKY:
Afghanistan:

A country with a fascinating
and tumultuous history,

ruled over the centuries by Kushans,
Mongols, Pushtuns, Persians,

and a series of tribal leaders

where succession
was often by assassination.

The Soviets
tried their hand for a while.

They were opposed
by the mujahideen

who, naturally, were supported
by U.S. And Britain.

And out of that mess
emerged the Taliban,

with their rigid interpretation
of Islam.

It was they who finally destroyed
the ancient statues of Buddha

in the Bamiyan Valley.

I was with
the Royal Army Medical Corps

when a notice went up
in the officers' mess

asking for volunteers for a
refugee camp on the Pakistan border.

I was such a kid back then.

[CHUCKLES]

DUCKY:
Full of ideology.

I wanted to go somewhere
where I would do the most good.

Where my skills
would be appreciated.

I was also rather entangled with
a possessive German female, Olga.

It was an easy way to cut loose.

[JORDAN CHUCKLES]

But, of course,
you're too much of a gentleman

to speak of your old flame.

Yes, well, right now I'm concerned
in producing a new one.

- I'll do it.
- Oh. Thank you. Most kind.

Oh, my.

[GASPS]

[WINGS FLUTTERING]

There's a bird in the house.

[DOG WHIMPERS]

[KIDS CHATTERING]

MAN: Someday they're gonna put
a plaque on this bench

with both our names, Gibbs.

Mr. Kort.

Agency's keeping you local.

Travel is touchy at the moment.

I made a few enemies overseas.

What, with your winning personality?

When you finally open
that charm school, let me know.

- I need a favour.
- Oh.

Gibbs, I don't like you.

That's okay. I don't like you either.

Not trading on kindness.

But we are trading?

CIA aided the mujahideen resistance
against the Soviets.

The '80s?

I was running track at Oxford,
not covert missions.

Dig.

Where?

Jalozai Refugee Camp,
Pakistani border, summer, 1980.

Whatever you got.

This is gonna cost you, Gibbs.

You are the American NCIS agent?

- I'm Special Agent Anthony DiNozzo.
ZIVA: Ziva David.

I am Qasim Saydia.

Got any idea what goes on
around here, Mr. Saydia?

- I believe that I do.
- Great.

It would be really helpful
if you knew about Mosuma Daoub.

Otherwise, I'm afraid we'll have
to speak to your superiors.

Yes, well, that would require quite
a lengthy plane flight, Agent DiNozzo.

- Tony, he is the ambassador.
TONY: I apologise.

So you know what goes on
around here.

- Where is she?
- Mosuma Daoub is in this building.

She stabbed a man
on an American street.

She explained this to me.

However, she is under the protection
of the government of Afghanistan

until we can investigate
this accusation.

Sir, since when has she been
under your protection?

We only just made
these accusations.

I'm not referring
to the accusations against her,

rather the accusations she has made
against your Dr. Mallard.

Excuse me?

SAYDIA: She admitted that she lost
control of her senses for a moment

when she recognised him,
but I can hardly blame her.

From what she has told me,
this man is a villain.

What exactly did she tell you?

That Dr. Mallard violated Article 4
of the Geneva Convention.

War crimes?

Ducky?

Article 4 of the Geneva Convention

prohibits the use of violence
against noncombatants.

Ducky's not a war criminal.
That woman is lying.

McGEE:
We won't know the details

until formal charges are filed
by the State Department.

Then everyone will know.

Ambassador Saydia said
it involved events that took place

at Jalozai Refugee Camp
almost 30 years ago.

Which would make Mosuma Daoub
like 8 years old at the time.

So this woman
is walking down the street,

minding her own business,
sees Ducky,

someone she hasn't seen
since she was a little girl,

and is suddenly overcome
with the urge to stick a knife in him?

She was hiding. Her husband said

she never wore her hijab
covering her face.

- I mean, that shows premeditation.
- Spitting distance from the Navy Yard.

She could've known
Ducky would be there.

She's not so innocent.

Okay, let's figure out how and when
Mosuma could've seen Ducky

in the neighbourhood, and how
she'd know he'd be on the street.

Re-canvas, re-interview, re-examine.

- Why are you talking so fast?
- Wanna get a plan of attack together.

According to my internal Gibbs clock,
he's about to walk through that door

right now.

Now.

Huh.

[WHISPERING]
Somebody's clock is off.

Hope Dr. Mallard knows
how good a friend you are to him.

Two-way street, Trent.

I don't think they ever clean anything
out of the archives at Langley.

I had to go through a hundred boxes
to find that.

An old instructor,
not one of my favourites,

was at the Jalozai Camp.

I opted not to call in
a favour of my own.

Prefer to stockpile those
for a rainy day.

- I'm good for it.
- No doubt.

Couldn't help but notice these
same ends could've been reached

with one call
from your director to mine.

Creates an official trail, of course.

You preferred
the back-channel approach.

In the hope of continuing goodwill,
this second one is on the house.

You really should learn
to polish the brass.

[KNOCK ON DOOR]

DUCKY:
Did you lock yourself out? Oh.

- You expecting somebody else?
- Uh...

Good to see you up and around.

- What do you got in the box, Duck?
- A dead starling.

According to superstition,
when a bird flies in a house,

it means that someone
who lives there is about to die.

I was worried. Heh.

Mother has moved out. I thought
the augury might apply to me.

Yeah? How's she doing?

The bad days
far outnumber the good.

The scientist in me knows
that Alzheimer's is a deterioration,

progressively, of brain cells,
but the philosopher wonders

whether it isn't the soul's
violent attempt

to eliminate painful memories
of a life fraught with contradiction.

Yeah, brain can do that.

I mean, the bird was here
where it didn't belong.

Instead of flying south,
it came in here for warmth.

Alighted on that chair.

It didn't move
when the dogs closed in.

It happened all so slowly.

The eldest one, Pupa, he opened
his mouth and he grabbed it.

I yelled, and the bird fell on the floor.
Poor thing.

I did so wish
that it might still be alive.

I suppose the omen applied
to the bird itself.

Been told about the possibility of
a war crimes tribunal in The Hague?

Yeah, I had a phone conversation
with Ambassador Saydia.

- Netherlands are lovely.
- Windmills are all frozen.

- Tulips are all dead.
- Not dead, dormant.

You're not going, Duck.

- Hmm. What have you brought?
- CIA footage taken in Jalozai.

Such devastation in that camp.
Such suffering and pain.

Checked this out
of your local library, did you?

Pulled a few strings.

I thought I might save lives
flung there by the maelstrom.

I could sooner pluck a grain of sand
from a sirocco.

You? You got a sheet anywhere?

What?

TONY: A calm and responsible person.
All her co-workers say the same thing.

Until she saw Ducky yesterday.

We can change our perspective,
but it doesn't change what happened.

If you were a dork in high school,
you'll always be a dork in high school.

That's not why
I wanted my computers.

I'm not trying to rewrite my life story.

Did you read something personal
into what I just said? I don't follow.

Tony, there's nothing new
to learn there.

- There has to be.
- Why?

The alternative
is that Ducky was Dr. Mengele.

[COMPUTER BEEPS]

[OVER SPEAKER]
Stop filming.

[SPEAKING
IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE]

That's not her brother.
I will know his face when I see it.

His name was Javid.
He came to me with lacerations.

It looked as if
he'd survived a knife fight.

I stitched him up, but he returned,
the wounds reopened.

The guy conducting
the interrogation?

DUCKY: His official affiliation
was a mystery. He...

We first met when he came to me
for a physical checkup.

Yeah, then we met socially
for a game of chess.

He suffered
from a rare congenital defect.

He himself could not feel pain.

GIBBS:
Feels nothing.

Specialising in torture.

If you can't feel anything,

you don't know
when anything's gone wrong.

[MAN GASPING]

A lot go wrong out there, Ducky?

I was never in that room.

But I became suspicious
when Javid came to me a third time.

I made enquiries. I discovered
that my chess-playing companion

was known to everyone in the camp
except me as Mr. Pain.

That's him. That's Javid.

Poor boy insisted he knew nothing
about troop movements or spies.

Neither that nor any other force
could stop Mr. Pain

from torturing him for days.

And each time, he was sent back
to me to be sewn up.

It was my first exposure
to that kind of interrogation technique.

In the intervening years, it has become
dreadfully commonplace.

[PROJECTOR CLICKS]

Are you gonna make me ask again?

I suppose it's inevitable
when we reach the tipping point,

when your curiosity
outweighs your courtesy.

What the hell's wrong with you?
Your life is in the balance here.

- Huh? What did you do there?
- Only what was required of me.

- Are you protecting that guy?
- I am protecting no one, Jethro.

Look, if you intend to unravel strings
further on this matter,

I would prefer
that you leave them unpulled.

No.

Gibbs. Are you leaving?

Yeah.

- Good to see you, doctor.
- Good to see you too.

Donnie, I think I found a place
in the ground that's not too tough.

Well, I'm sure that will be lovely for...
Oh!

Oh. It was only stunned.

Only stunned.

He's been waxing philosophical.

Did he read you passages from Rilke's
Letters to a Young Poet?

[BOTH CHUCKLE]

Keep an eye on him.

TONY:
What do you think? Is that Mosuma?

- What am I looking at?
- We have been sifting through

crime-scene photos within walking
distance of the same neighbourhood.

TONY:
To prove she's seen him before.

That she was lying when she told the
ambassador it was heat of the moment.

- If she's a liar, Ducky's in the clear.
- Good theory.

It is a good theory, but it's not.
We got nothing.

- Boss, it was a coincidence.
- No, it's not. It's fate.

ZIVA: What does this woman know
about Ducky?

He won't say.

If the ambassador gets his hands
around his neck, he'll make him say.

McGee, ID the guy on this film.

- Sounds more like a job for Tony.
- No.

That's a genuine bad guy. He's not
an actor. Probably tied to the CIA.

[PHONE RINGS]

- Yeah? Gibbs.
- Gibbs, it's Jordan.

I was in the kitchen
making him some supper.

I came to check on him, and...

- Well, I have no idea where he went.
- I do.

GIBBS:
Let's go, Duck.

No.

SAYDIA: Can I help you?
GIBBS: Special Agent Gibbs.

You can't arrest this man.
The accusations are false.

Dr. Mallard has been accused
of torturing and killing

a citizen of Afghanistan
seeking refuge.

You have evidence to dispute this?

Then the course of action is set.
A tribunal must be convened.

Then you force me to petition
for the arrest of Mosuma Daoub.

You're harbouring a criminal.

I have had no contact
with your State Department.

Which suggests they are unaware
of what has transpired.

Perhaps because you want
to protect your friend.

You arrest him, I arrest her.

Lack of respect shown by you
and your people.

You will create
an international incident, sir.

- You're the diplomat, not me.
- Obviously.

Dr. Mallard.

DUCKY: Ambassador.
- Have you brought legal counsel?

I don't need counsel.

I've come here to surrender.

All that is necessary
for the triumph of evil

is that good men do nothing.

You're quoting Edmund Burke.

All day with Ducky.

You gotta get him
to call off the dogs.

Gibbs, the ambassador
answers only

to the highest authority
in his country.

You cannot apply enough pressure
to bend him.

Has not contacted
the State Department.

He does not want this.

This a lesson in Mideast diplomacy?

Political relations what they are
between Afghanistan and the U.S.,

he cannot afford
to appear as the aggressor.

He needs an out.

It is seven hours
until sunrise in Kabul.

Then it moves up the chain.

There is still time,
if you can get Ducky to open up.

ABBY: Did you write
this ageing programme, McGee?

McGEE: Yeah, updated some of the
protocols on the existing version.

ABBY:
It's not bad.

Let's see how we do
with facial recognition.

I heard about your shipment
from home.

- I was kind of shocked.
- Yeah, big surprise. I was a dork.

ABBY:
That's not what I meant.

You may not have noticed,

but it's taken a lot of work to outgrow
those awkward, geeky phases.

- I like your geeky parts.
- I do too.

But I wanna be more than just
a walking search engine, you know?

See, the tricky thing
is adding the new layers...

Without losing some of the old ones.
I get that.

Well, then what are you shocked at?

Oh, I can't believe
you were a Mac guy.

[COMPUTER BEEPING]

McGEE:
Got him.

Agency ID card for Marcin Jerek.
Born in Poland. Fled to Britain.

Till health complications
forced him into retirement,

Jerek lectured
on interrogation techniques at Langley.

- He's an expert at breaking a subject.
- Now we have to break him.

Address is in Virginia.
That's nice work, McEgghead.

Oh, and the box is going back
to the attic. That's smart.

Yeah. Got everything I needed.
All the data is right here.

Your head really is shaped like an egg,
you know that?

Don't do that.

Thank you for seeing us,
Your Excellency.

We need a conversation
with Dr. Mallard.

He has made it clear
he does not wish to speak with you.

No, not me.

Then who?

[DOOR OPENS]

TONY:
Just in here, sir.

I'm taken from my home
by federal agents,

delivered to the Afghani government,
and accused of war crimes.

And after all this, it's just Ducky.

When you left Jalozai,
we were in the middle of a game.

- Do you remember?
- Vividly.

You had me in a knight-bishop fork.

Should've seen this guy's place.
Tower of London's got nothing on it.

It was like a weapons museum.

SAYDIA:
In here.

What is going on?

It's all right, Mosuma. Just listen.

[PAIN AND DUCKY
TALKING INDISTINCTLY]

Then you decide both their fates.

Oh, it appears
theirs will be the next move.

I suspect Trent is to blame
for this betrayal.

- Trent?
PAIN: Destiny of students

to disappoint their masters.

So do you think
they expect us to quake in fear

at the hangman's noose?

I have surrendered
to their judgement.

It is beyond my powers to induce you
to admit your shame.

PAIN:
Oh, once again, you misread me.

DUCKY: You feel no pain
because of your physical condition.

But that is no excuse
for your lack of remorse.

Their enemies
were hidden amongst them.

So I am summoned.

Times of war
call for a greater enemy.

But you flew in, doctor, heh,

a moth to the flame,

ignorant you would be burned
by its touch.

- You were a tourist.
- I came there to save lives.

You were there to destroy them.

One life to save thousands.

You do not think it costs?

How many did you save,
and how many did you take?

Tell me.

He does not deny
he killed my brother.

You never learned that death,
although occasionally unavoidable,

was rarely of use to me?

I cannot carry on conversations
with the dead.

Accept it.

Millions are alive still because
of the work I conducted while you ran.

You shroud your depravity
in principle.

But you take such joy
in what you do.

Joy and pain must be earned.

You're like a child
pulling the wings off flies.

My curse was my gift.

My deficiency was the fuel that drove
my life towards a singular pursuit.

The pursuit of suffering.

Of understanding
the limits of human conviction.

The moment when a person abandons
their most deeply held beliefs.

- I've seen the tools of your trade.
- Hmm. I've seen yours.

So which one of your morphine victims
brought us here?

His name was Javid,
an innocent caught up in your net,

who wanted no part of war,
who sought only safety.

Javid did not know anything.
There wasn't reason.

Yes, there was.

He had nothing to give you.
I was there, with him,

speaking with him
through his dying breath.

Well, you ignored his infection,

providing only the overdose
that killed him.

- It was an agonising decision.
PAIN: But it was your decision.

No amount of pain removed free will.

If I kept him alive,
he would've continued to suffer,

dying slowly in excruciating pain
at your hands.

- So you became the bringer of death.
- What was the point in it all?

- Oh, how can you still not see?
- Well, what did you want from him?

Nothing.

I wanted nothing from him.

Javid was not your target.

He was your weapon.

The boy was the means
to break a man.

Your bleeding heart
eased everyone's fears.

Without fear, I could not do my job.

You were torturing me.

To change you.
But you took too long to break.

I could've saved him.

I have heard enough.

If only you'd left sooner.

Hope left with the saint.

The savage brought salvation.

You're all right, Mosuma?

Excuse me.

Come. Let us go.

[SIGHS]

You are free to go, Dr. Mallard.

The charges against you
will not be pursued.

You're forgiven.

For the crime, Jethro.

For the act, there is no forgiveness.

I can't remember where this goes.

I just want everything
to be perfect here.

Jimmy, I know you're anxious
to have Dr. Mallard back,

but he's not the kind of man
who wants a big show of affection.

What kind of man is he?

Welcome back, doctor.

Dr. Mallard.

1791.

While you were gone, I...

I was studying the penmanship
on the Declaration of Independence.

Mr. Palmer...

Jimmy, why don't you take
the rest of the day off?

Go outside.

Smell a rose or two.

Actually, it's pretty cold out. L...

Oh.

Sure.

Thanks.

Doctor, some people think
that J Street was omitted

as an intentional slight
against Chief Justice John Jay.

But that isn't it, is it?

It's because, in 1791, a capital J
so closely resembled a capital I.

So they couldn't have both.

They were just trying to keep people
from getting lost.

[SOBBING]