NCIS (2003–…): Season 6, Episode 22 - Legend - full transcript
Gibbs and company start looking into the murder of a Marine. Gibbs and McGee go to Los Angeles for a joint gig with the NCIS Office of Special Projects in LA due to a suspected link. The investigation continues on both coasts. [Continued.]
MAN 1: Acquiring Blackbird. East
on Ocean, turning north onto Linden.
WOMAN:
Traffic-camera acquisition.
MAN 2:
Leaving Pictometry, going live in five.
MAN 3:
Blackbird acquired.
Crossing to the east side
of the street, Sam.
You got him?
I got him.
- We have a visual, Kensi.
- Hey, welcome to the party, Mace.
Repositioning.
Back to me at the intersection.
Ease up, Kensi.
You don't wanna get there first.
[GUNSHOTS
AND PEOPLE SCREAMING]
Shots fired, shots fired.
Blackbird under fire.
All units, close up, close up.
Shots fired.
[GUNSHOTS]
MAC Y [OVER RADIO]:
Get me another angle.
MAN 1:
Working on it, Mace.
[CAR HORN HONKING]
Kensi, behind you!
[CAR HORN HONKS]
Get Chandler. Go, go.
I need a GPS heading.
GPS transmitter's in the briefcase.
We need a visual on Chandler, Sam.
That's a negative, Mace.
Blackbird has flown.
Crap.
- I am not arguing.
- You're arguing now.
- I'm not.
- You are.
- This is not an argument.
- Yes, it is.
- No, it's not.
- Yes, it is.
[PHONE RINGS]
Hold on a second.
- Ziva David's phone.
MAN: Ziva, please.
She's not here right now.
Actually, she is just walking in.
Man, deep voice, slightly accented,
6'3", 200 pounds,
Prada suit, Italian shoes,
on the north side of the street,
looking for Ziva.
Thank you, Tony.
- Hello?
MAN: Ziva?
[SPEAKING IN HEBREW]
What were we arguing about
before?
- We were not arguing.
- Oh, that. Yes, we were.
You understand
that's what we were arguing about?
The fact that you will argue
about the least little thing.
Sometimes you'll argue about nothing.
You just want to argue.
That's not arguing, McContrary.
Come on, have a little insight.
- It's called banter.
- No, it is not.
- Banter is light-hearted, witty repartee.
- [IN ENGLISH ACCENT] Go on.
It's your turn to get the coffee. Go.
Don't argue, DiNozzo.
Can't we all just get along?
[SPEAKS IN HEBREW]
Coffee can wait, McGee.
Dead Marine can't.
[IN NORMAL VOICE] Long-distance
can be hard. Tele-friend from Tel Aviv?
- You're jealous.
- I'm not.
- Yes, you are.
- No, I'm not.
- And I'm not arguing, boss.
- Are too.
Am not.
TONY:
X marks the spot.
ZIVA: Private First Class
Nick Francis Chandler.
- Camp Pendleton, California.
- Left shoe's missing.
- No, it's not.
- Yes, it is.
TONY: Uh-huh. Ooh.
- Huh.
Get a load of this, McSnapper.
- Boarding pass, Los Angeles to D.C.
- Arrived this morning.
Well, those redeye flights
can be murder.
MAN:
What a marvellous view.
The sweep of early American history
at a single glance,
from the Potomac
to the Capitol Dome.
I doubt this fellow
took any enjoyment from it.
Construction workers found him
when they arrived to work at 8 a.m.
Guessing the flight arrived
around 6 a.m.
Half an hour from the airport,
20 minutes for the tie-and-fry,
puts time of death around 7 a.m.
Eleven minutes past, to be precise.
He's not the only thing
that was fried.
Twenty-four-volt battery.
Not enough voltage to electrocute him.
But it's enough to suffocate him,
Timothy.
He was suffocated?
Well, the application
of a sustained current across the chest
causes titanic contraction
of the respiratory muscles.
The diaphragm
and the intercostals seize up.
I mean, this poor fellow
would've been fully conscious
and nearly unable to speak.
Death by suffocation.
It's a particularly excruciating,
terrifying and slow way to die.
Wanted him to suffer.
Or talk.
McGEE:
Chandler was deployed to Kuwait.
Got back yesterday.
Humanitarian leave.
- Service records?
- Exemplary.
Not so much as a scuffed boot.
Chandler bought his airline ticket
at the gate.
No checked luggage.
Man in a hurry to get somewhere.
- Or away from someone.
- Car rental.
Booked a car in flight with a card
but did not pick it up.
- Someone else picked him up first.
McGEE: We've got some activity here.
We're not the only ones looking
at Chandler.
A BOLO's been issued
out of Los Angeles, nationwide alert.
- L.A.P. D?
- Negative.
Then who issued the BOLO,
McGee?
We did, boss.
It's NCIS.
MAC Y [ON VIDEO]: All units,
close up, close up. Shots fired.
- Get me another angle.
MAN: Working on it, Mace.
Chandler's mother
was beaten half to death
in a home invasion last week.
Before he left Kuwait, someone
gave him a quarter of a million dollars.
Told him if he delivered it
to an address in Los Angeles,
they wouldn't go back
and finish the job on his mother.
He was an easy target.
He was an only child.
A local informant
tipped off our field office.
We were waiting
when he got off his flight.
He agreed to work with us.
On his way to make the drop,
somebody took a shot at him.
The kid panicked.
Tried to get home to see his mother
in West Virginia.
- Got as far as D.C.
- Not just about a dead Marine, Leon.
I got a bad feeling
about an arms-deal case
we're investigating in Los Angeles.
- You think the two cases are linked?
- Go find out.
Pair up with them.
Take somebody with you.
- San Diego office?
- Los Angeles.
OSP. They have the lead.
- Macy still the agent in charge there?
- You got a problem?
She might.
Well, you're on the same team.
Work it out.
SAM: That's a negative, Mace.
Blackbird has flown.
- He got a name?
- Who?
- Star of David.
- Oh, him.
Yes, he has a name.
Trevor? Bruce? Marmaduke?
- Michael.
- Mm.
Sounded more like a Bruce
than a Michael on the phone.
GIBBS:
Okay, grab your toothbrush.
- Road trip?
- Los Angeles.
- California. What time do we leave?
- Not "we."
McGee? Not me? McGoo? You?
- Boss, l...
- Joint operation with OSP.
Chandler case.
Need you to follow up here.
Pickup's in 45.
- OSP?
- Office of Special Projects.
- NCIS undercover. Surveillance.
- Super cool toys.
After our last trip to L.A.,
I do not understand
why you would think I would be
such an eager platypus, Tony.
Beaver. Eager beaver, not platypus.
Why does that bother me so much?
Don't answer.
[CELL PHONE RINGING]
Answer that.
[SPEAKING IN HEBREW]
Well, Tony, I guess the boss knows
who's got his back.
Not just his back, McProbie,
his ears as well.
What are you talking about, ears?
The aeroplane?
Five and a half hours flying time?
You're gonna have to chew the fat,
McChitty-Chat.
What are you gonna talk
to him about?
- I gotta talk to him?
- Oh, yeah. Small talk.
Better brush up
on your boat-building.
Maybe pick up a copy
of Sniper Monthly.
Seriously, don't mention marriage,
divorce or Vance.
ZIVA: Okay.
- Yeah.
- Cover for me?
TONY: What?
- When will you be back?
- Soon.
Later.
[PHONES RINGING]
[CHUCKLES]
ABBY:
You do? Oh, you did?
Okay. I'll do that.
You too. Ciao.
- That was weird.
- What's weird, Abs?
Special Projects in Los Angeles.
They just e-mailed me
confirming their interest in our X-Man.
GIBBS: PFC Chandler.
ABBY: That's him.
- Special Agent Macy.
- That's her.
She wants me to copy her
on all my findings.
You know her.
Not a question, Gibbs.
You know her.
If you find out anything, Abs,
you contact me first,
and then you can send it on to her.
Are you going somewhere?
Yeah, that's what I came to tell you.
Los Angeles.
Into the lioness's den?
I'm taking McGee.
Gibbs.
It's just,
last time you guys went to L.A.,
one of you didn't come back.
GIBBS:
I'll bring him home, Abs.
Just make sure
you bring yourself back too.
Did he use a credit card for that?
MAN [OVER PHONE]:
Yes, he used a credit card for the call.
[RINGING]
So he just made one call
from the air phone, huh?
Okay.
Yeah, that's all I needed to know.
Thanks. Bye.
[PHONE STOPS RINGING]
[PHONE LINE RINGS]
ZIVA [ON PHONE]: Hello?
- Not keeping you from anything, am I?
Like work?
Tony, I'm working on something.
I'm following a lead.
- A lead? On Chandler?
- It might not come to anything.
Care to share?
- Tony, I cannot talk. I have to go.
- Go.
[PHONE LINE HUMMING]
Gone.
DiNozzo?
I do not want to lie to him, Michael.
A small lie.
Your father sends his love.
What else does my father send?
Me.
MAN:
Stand by.
Boss, are you sure
this is the right place?
KENSI:
Hi.
- Welcome to OSP. I'm Kensi.
- Special Agent Gibbs.
Agent McGee.
KENSI: You sail, Agent McGee?
- Uh, no.
- Build boats?
- No. It's a conversation starter.
Works.
- You guys get any sleep on the flight?
- Not a wink.
Slept the whole way.
Been here before?
- Yeah.
- No.
Buckle up.
LEON [ON MONITOR]: The NSA
is worried about the Horn of Africa,
Somalia in particular.
MAC Y: Increased chatter?
- Opposite.
Suddenly all they're hearing
is crickets.
MAC Y: Well, maybe the bad guys
have all given up and gone home.
LEON: Or maybe they're on their way
over here.
You tell Gibbs to call me
when he arrives.
You can tell him yourself.
- Gibbs.
- Hello, Director Vance.
I know how excited you two are
about working together.
I told the SECNA V
I'd have my best people on this one.
A lot of nervous people
at the Pentagon.
Don't make me
have to come out there.
- He tell you I got the lead?
- Yeah, he told me.
Still drink coffee?
It's everything we know
about Chandler.
- How's his mother?
- She wants her son.
- What was he on?
- Follow the money.
Put a GPS locator in his briefcase,
shadowed him to the rendezvous.
Didn't have a lot of time to set it up.
Someone was running
countersurveillance.
Whoever he was going to meet
took him out to protect themselves.
Your team got made.
- My team didn't get made.
- You said it was a rush job.
And you've never had
a blown surveillance op?
- Who was he meeting with?
- Someone called Liam.
How's this tied to the arms deal?
Max Talia is brokering the arms deal.
Paid in cash.
Says the money's coming in
from overseas.
Not much of a connection.
- You have met Talia?
- Meet's in a couple of hours.
Local diner. Undercover.
It's what we do.
A word of advice, Jethro.
Let me do my job.
Like you did the first time we met?
That is not coffee.
Hey.
They're all set at the diner.
- Callen?
- Haven't seen him. Yet.
Get out of my head, Nate.
Operational psychologist.
It's my job to be in your head.
So Gibbs.
- You wanna talk about him?
- No.
Well, he doesn't trust you.
Body language screamed it.
He couldn't wait to leave.
Nate, you just passed him
in the doorway.
You should've slept with him
way back then.
Whenever then was.
- I was probably in elementary school.
- How do you know I didn't?
- I can tell you right now...
- Don't answer that.
- Okay, cool.
- You scare me.
- Yup.
- Leave.
- Yup.
- Find Callen.
Yeah, right.
Hey, DiNozzo.
Tell me you got something.
No luck with the security footage
at the airport.
Chandler got lost in the crowd.
The truck batteries used for the fry-up
are cheap Chinese imports.
- Thousands sold every year.
- That's what you haven't got.
Also checking similar M.O.'s.
Guys knew what they were doing.
- Means they've done it before, right?
- We're looking for a guy named Liam.
Liam. Got it.
- Ziva?
TONY: Ziva.
- [MOUTHING] Boss.
- [MOUTHING] No.
She's following up on a lead.
Looks like it didn't go anywhere.
- How was the flight, boss?
- Swell. McGee kept me entertained.
McGee. He is full of surprises.
Well done, that man.
GIBBS: Stay on it.
- Will do, boss.
You done with that?
- Yeah, I'm done.
- No, no, stay.
Keep them company.
I'm visiting a friend.
I'm sorry about yesterday.
Oh, that's okay.
I like to keep insanely busy.
I said I was sorry.
The lead did not lead anywhere.
Don't sweat it.
[SPEAKS IN SPANISH]
SAM: The meeting's in a diner
in Venice Beach.
We'll be taking feeds
from four cameras.
We have a traffic cam
at the intersection.
We have a store-security cam
across the street.
Two preplaced minis
inside the diner.
MAC Y: We up?
SAM: Coming on-stream.
- Kensi?
- Fifteen minutes out. Kick-off's in 30.
Callen?
[CHUCKLES]
Who's Callen?
[NATE CHUCKLES]
[RINGING]
You still building that boat
in your basement?
- Yeah.
- The same one?
GIBBS: No. No, a different one.
- Two boats, three wives.
Four. Wives.
Did you see Mace?
Yeah, I saw her.
You have a long memory.
GIBBS: So how are you, Callen?
- Not bad.
Even bordering on good some days.
- You're still looking, huh?
- I'm still looking.
Is there a reason
we're not meeting in a bar now?
Well, yeah, it's 10:00 in the morning.
I don't know what's worse,
getting older or getting wiser.
[IN RUSSIAN]
[IN RUSSIAN]
[IN ENGLISH IN RUSSIAN ACCENT]
It was a good game,
but the striker
never should have been red-carded.
[IN ENGLISH] Might have mentioned
you were undercover.
[IN NORMAL VOICE]
Well, I'm not. Just for her.
She lives across the street from me.
Just got here from St. Petersburg.
Lonely.
Figure if she thinks I'm Russian mafia,
she won't wanna make friends.
[CELL PHONE RINGING]
Ha. Sometimes you get weeks
to plan them, sometimes a day.
Meeting an arms dealer named Talia.
Doesn't trust anyone.
I don't like our chances.
Kind of like that first op in Serbia.
- You saved my ass on that one.
- That was Moscow.
No, no, my ass did not need saving
in Moscow.
That was Petrov.
Petrov's ass always needed saving.
GIBBS: Worked with some good people.
- Yup. Made some good friends.
Lost a few.
Next time, we park in a bar.
No more BOLO in the park.
Next time.
Camera 2 is up in the diner.
MAN:
Cam 2 recording.
SAM: We getting this call with Talia?
- Trying.
Caller's a cell number.
Cheap throwaway.
Bringing up the outside links.
Camera 3 and 4 are up.
Game time.
Callen, where the hell are you?
[OVER PHONE] At the diner.
Looking right at you, Mace.
Hey, Eric.
This wire itches.
- Need a soundcheck, G.
CALLEN: Eighteen years.
Wouldn't kill you
to cut Gibbs a little bit of slack, Mace.
- Honk once if you can hear me, Sam.
- Hadley, horn. Once.
[CAR HORN HONKS]
ERIC:
He's in. Street's clear.
CALLEN [OVER HEADSET]: Talia?
TALIA: Yeah.
My cousin had a diner.
In Chicago.
Not like this, though.
Old-style booths and...
What do you call them?
Soda fountains.
His roaches
probably ran a little bigger too.
Hygiene wasn't one of Cousin Mario's
strong points.
Acquaintance tells me
you're in the market.
And who are you?
Somebody who can get you
what you want.
I don't know you.
I come very highly recommended,
or you wouldn't be here.
Friend of a friend of some lowlife?
Exactly. We all take some risk.
- So, what do you need?
- Not me, it's a client.
- Okay. What does your client need?
- He needs toys.
Hunting rifles? Shotguns?
BB guns? What?
He's thinking more 4th of July.
Big toys.
Are you wired?
What?
I said, are you wired?
Are you?
- When?
- Tomorrow.
- Can't happen.
- Look.
"No" is not a word
my client understands.
Then let me explain it to him.
WOMAN:
Excuse me, sir.
The gentleman over there
asked me to give you this.
Buzz off.
- What?
- You heard me. I said, buzz off.
Op's over.
Time to get him out of there.
Callen, we're done.
CALLEN:
You know,
it's not your client
you should be worried about.
Got playback on Talia's call.
Go.
[ON RECORDING]
I know, I know. Look, I'm working on it.
Look, just give me
a few more days...
Then you can have
everything you want...
ERIC: Quality sucks, Mace.
- Replay. Isolate the last word.
- you want, Liam....want, Liam.
- thing you want, Liam.
There's our connection.
Same guy Chandler was meeting.
Same guy.
SAM:
Chandler was coerced into smuggling
a quarter-million dollars from Kuwait
by this guy Liam.
- Wiring it would've been easier.
- Would've left a paper trail.
At the same time,
Liam approaches Talia,
asking him to get him
some serious firepower.
GIBBS: Cash, weapons...
- And a deadline.
You have a plan,
Special Agent Macy?
Talia is the plan.
Will you give Agents Gibbs and McGee
a full brief of the operation?
- Include Renko.
- Sure thing.
Eighteen years.
Would've made you a lieutenant
in the Marine Corps Military Police.
- Gibbs was still a gunny.
- Don't go there.
- Did you work on a case together?
- Why do you wanna know?
- Just looking out for my family.
- G, you don't have any family.
- That's cold, Mace.
- But true.
Gibbs is family.
You too.
Got any photographs in uniform?
Yes, and no, you can't see them.
Okay.
I'll just ask Gibbs what happened.
Yeah, let me know if you do.
I wanna be there
to see him set you on your ass.
He can be very disconcerting,
can't he,
popping up behind you just when
you have something to give him?
- The man's a mind reader.
- Pretend you're him.
- What you got, Duck?
- Heh, heh. That's very good.
The dreaded paper chase, Jethro.
I need your signature.
Okay, I'm gonna stop being Jethro
and revert to being plain old
Very Special Agent Anthony DiNozzo.
- Where do I sign?
- All seven pages.
And while you sign, you can tell me
why you came down here to see me.
- Ziva.
- Ah.
Personal, not professional.
It's not what you're thinking.
I'm not thinking anything.
What are you thinking?
I'm thinking she's worried
about something.
She seems distracted.
Yes, well, we all get distracted.
Keep signing.
Did she ever talk to you
about what she did
when she went back to Israel?
No.
She was involved
in an undercover operation in Morocco.
Yeah, I know all about that.
She almost died.
Really? I didn't know about that.
There was a glimpse of her
on some newsreel footage
after the bomb blast.
If she's distracted...
You know,
I'm just probably overreacting.
And look at that. Done and done.
Is there anything else
I should know about?
Cause of death was indeed suffocation
brought about by electric shock.
Numerous contusions
and bruising suggests
that he was forcibly abducted
before he was strung up and tortured.
Hm. Lovely.
And there was skin on the rope.
Abby found epithelial tissue,
which suggests that the man
for whom you are looking
will have a rather nasty rope burn
on one of his hands.
ABBY: So which case is this exactly?
TONY: My case.
Special investigation. Top-secret.
Ugh. I'm not even gonna ask.
Does it have anything to do
with Ziva?
- Thought you weren't gonna ask.
- Okay, I won't ask. Just tell me.
Got a match.
Immigration photo.
Michael Aaron Rivkin.
Israeli citizen, lives in Tel Aviv,
works for a bank,
and flew into D.C. Two days ago.
Is that the answer
to the question I'm not allowed to ask?
Depends. Any more photos?
[PEOPLE SCREAMING
AND GUNSHOTS ON VIDEO]
McGEE:
Right there, you see it? Flash.
- It's a reflection in a car window.
- It's a reflection of a flash.
Can you pull up
the bullet-trajectory data?
Boss, I really gotta get one of these.
Obviously, budgets permitting.
It's a single source.
Shooter was in the street.
Or in the car.
Let's pull up LMC,
see if there are any other
camera angles we can access.
That's the traffic cam.
- Two security cameras.
SAM: Got a fourth angle.
- ATM camera.
- I'll input the network data.
There it is.
SAM:
There's Chandler.
McGEE: It's an SUV,
but you can't see any plates.
Got it.
There's our shooter.
Might even be Liam.
GIBBS:
Send that photo to Abby.
SAM:
Okay. Navy Op directory.
Abby Sciuto.
- On its way.
- Oh, I really gotta get one of these.
You got problems.
Do you have a current address?
Okay. Thanks.
- I have a lead.
- A real lead?
I mean, really? A lead?
ZIVA: Eighteen months ago,
a man was found strung up
and wired to a battery
in a forest outside Baltimore.
Same M.O. As Chandler's.
Prime suspects are brothers
Stephano and Benji Kass.
- They run a scaffolding business.
- Why weren't they charged?
All witnesses disappeared.
Ah. Well, look at that.
Six-cylinder, gas-powered beast.
V8, diesel.
Battery's in here.
- Here.
- Over there.
Two 12-volt batteries, new.
You looking for something?
TONY:
Special Agent Anthony DiNozzo, NCIS.
You must be the Kass boys.
- Is this your rig?
- What if it is?
Tony, Chandler's left shoe
was missing.
STEPHANO: Go.
- Freeze.
[STEPHANO GRUNTING]
I'm guessing Stephano.
[GRUNTING]
[BENJI SCREAMING]
Looks like the guys who put
the scaffolding together got careless.
Oh, wait a minute.
That would be you, wouldn't it?
That's a nasty rope burn
you got there.
- I'm losing my grip. Come on.
- How much did he pay you?
- Come on, man, please.
- How much?
Nothing, okay? We owed him one.
He called us,
he told us to pick Chandler up,
and e-mailed us his flight
and his photo, okay?
- What was his name?
- Oh, come on.
You don't know what he's like, okay?
He'll kill me.
Benji, my hands
are getting a little sweaty,
and I don't know what's gonna happen
if I, you know...
BENJl: Aah! Aah! Unh.
...for instance.
- Okay.
- What's his name?
Okay, his name is Liam.
- What's his last name?
- It's just Liam.
- What about Stephano?
TONY: He's not talking.
- Work it.
- All right.
Need a last name for Liam.
Anything?
Abby's running facial recognition
on the guy in the SUV.
Says she's gonna call us
if she gets a match.
- What have you got?
- Chandler's killers.
Got a call from Liam
to grab him at the airport in D.C.
- No last name?
- Working it.
- Mace, Talia's on his phone.
ERIC: Lights down, on-screen.
KENSI: Bugged his car
while he was in the diner.
Surveillance video coming in live.
ERIC: He's on speakerphone.
Quality's not great.
TALIA [OVER SPEAKERS]:
I need to speak to Mattie Rae.
MAN:
Speaking.
At the diner this morning,
how'd you know he was a cop?
MAN: Who is this?
- Name's Max Talia.
MAN: How'd you get my number?
- Waitress at the diner.
I can see why you gave it to her.
She's a cutie.
You saved me a lot of embarrassment
this morning, Mattie.
MAN: Well, that chump
just about ruined my life,
so easy favour, you know?
- Five years for dealing guns, huh?
MAN: Wait, how'd you know that?
- Who you been talking to?
TALIA: Oh, I've got friends, Mattie.
Made some enquiries.
- I heard you're back in the game.
MAN: Maybe.
TALIA: Look, Mattie,
I got a cashed-up client
looking for some specialised ordnance
in a hurry.
- I could cut you in.
MAN: How specialised?
Assault weapons, C-4.
You can handle that?
MAN: I know people who can get you
a tank if you got a big enough suitcase.
I need to meet this guy first.
I gotta know who I'm dealing with.
There's an old parking garage
downtown,
East Temple
where it hits the train line.
- Forty minutes. Work for you?
MAN: I'll be there.
MAC Y: Looks like we've got ourselves
a meet-up.
McGEE [OVER RADIO]:
All right, Camera 3 is online.
SAM: All units stand by.
Mattie Rae is here.
And here comes Talia.
Still waiting on the guest of honour.
Talia's made the call.
Liam's on his way.
I didn't think Liam would show up
to a meeting on short notice.
He's under pressure.
Losing Chandler
screwed up his timetable.
He probably had to find that cash fast
from someplace else.
- He's desperate.
- Our advantage.
SAM:
Vehicle entering the alley.
They're on the move.
MAC Y:
That's Liam.
McGee, go tight on Liam.
What do you see?
Zoom in on Camera 1, please.
He's wearing jeans and a sports coat.
He's carrying...
- Looks like a long barrel.
- It's a hit.
MAN:
Hey, what the...?
Separate them.
KENSI: On your feet, Mr. Talia.
Hands behind your back.
You're the frigging waitress
from the diner.
Should've tipped me better, huh?
Gibbs.
Special Agent Mike Renko.
Thanks for the spot.
MAC Y: You okay, Mike?
- Yeah, I'll be fine.
That got interesting pretty fast,
huh, Mace?
- How'd you guys know it was a hit?
- Weapons had silencers.
RENKO: Why'd they try to take us out?
We had what Liam wanted.
Maybe he got what he wanted
elsewhere.
- You were a loose end.
- Motel. On the Strip.
MAC Y:
Clear.
Four blank passports.
Four suitcases filled with weapons.
And enough C-4
to bring down a building.
Room's still booked.
That means whoever Liam's supplying
is probably coming back to collect this.
Liam's a ghost.
They probably never met him.
Probably.
Get any more hits
on our secret thingy?
- Do you know how busy I've been?
- I know how busy you've been.
Okay, just asking.
We've got one hit, but it is a doozy.
Guy on the right, Michael Rivkin,
our supposed Israeli banker.
Guy on the left, director of Mossad.
- Eli David, also known as...
- Ziva's father.
- She must know Rivkin.
- You don't ask her.
You don't breathe a word of this,
Abby.
- Tony...
- I mean it.
KENSI: Liam Patrick Coyle,
former IRA arms dealer.
Raised money and smuggled arms
into Northern Ireland in the '90s.
After the peace treaty,
he went freelance.
He sold weapons everywhere
from Chechnya to the Horn of Africa.
Supplying terrorists.
How come
we've never heard of this guy?
He's been living in New York.
Fake job, fake name, fake life.
It's called a "legend."
It's a word coined by the Stasi.
East German secret police
back during the Cold War.
Their idea was to create a cover so
deep it could stand up to any scrutiny.
Passports, documents, work papers.
Even family histories.
And none of it true.
All a legend.
TONY:
Hey.
- Thanks for holding that.
- You're welcome, Tony.
I never thought I'd say this,
but I almost miss McGee. Almost.
- What about you? You miss him?
- Yes, I do.
- Miss anyone else? Gibbs?
- Some.
What about your friend
from Tel Aviv?
- Tony...
- I'm just saying.
Yes, I miss Michael too.
When he called the other day,
I thought he must have been here.
No. Sadly, Michael is not here.
[KNOCKING ON DOOR]
I've been expecting you.
RIVKIN: It's a pleasure
to finally meet you, Liam.
on Ocean, turning north onto Linden.
WOMAN:
Traffic-camera acquisition.
MAN 2:
Leaving Pictometry, going live in five.
MAN 3:
Blackbird acquired.
Crossing to the east side
of the street, Sam.
You got him?
I got him.
- We have a visual, Kensi.
- Hey, welcome to the party, Mace.
Repositioning.
Back to me at the intersection.
Ease up, Kensi.
You don't wanna get there first.
[GUNSHOTS
AND PEOPLE SCREAMING]
Shots fired, shots fired.
Blackbird under fire.
All units, close up, close up.
Shots fired.
[GUNSHOTS]
MAC Y [OVER RADIO]:
Get me another angle.
MAN 1:
Working on it, Mace.
[CAR HORN HONKING]
Kensi, behind you!
[CAR HORN HONKS]
Get Chandler. Go, go.
I need a GPS heading.
GPS transmitter's in the briefcase.
We need a visual on Chandler, Sam.
That's a negative, Mace.
Blackbird has flown.
Crap.
- I am not arguing.
- You're arguing now.
- I'm not.
- You are.
- This is not an argument.
- Yes, it is.
- No, it's not.
- Yes, it is.
[PHONE RINGS]
Hold on a second.
- Ziva David's phone.
MAN: Ziva, please.
She's not here right now.
Actually, she is just walking in.
Man, deep voice, slightly accented,
6'3", 200 pounds,
Prada suit, Italian shoes,
on the north side of the street,
looking for Ziva.
Thank you, Tony.
- Hello?
MAN: Ziva?
[SPEAKING IN HEBREW]
What were we arguing about
before?
- We were not arguing.
- Oh, that. Yes, we were.
You understand
that's what we were arguing about?
The fact that you will argue
about the least little thing.
Sometimes you'll argue about nothing.
You just want to argue.
That's not arguing, McContrary.
Come on, have a little insight.
- It's called banter.
- No, it is not.
- Banter is light-hearted, witty repartee.
- [IN ENGLISH ACCENT] Go on.
It's your turn to get the coffee. Go.
Don't argue, DiNozzo.
Can't we all just get along?
[SPEAKS IN HEBREW]
Coffee can wait, McGee.
Dead Marine can't.
[IN NORMAL VOICE] Long-distance
can be hard. Tele-friend from Tel Aviv?
- You're jealous.
- I'm not.
- Yes, you are.
- No, I'm not.
- And I'm not arguing, boss.
- Are too.
Am not.
TONY:
X marks the spot.
ZIVA: Private First Class
Nick Francis Chandler.
- Camp Pendleton, California.
- Left shoe's missing.
- No, it's not.
- Yes, it is.
TONY: Uh-huh. Ooh.
- Huh.
Get a load of this, McSnapper.
- Boarding pass, Los Angeles to D.C.
- Arrived this morning.
Well, those redeye flights
can be murder.
MAN:
What a marvellous view.
The sweep of early American history
at a single glance,
from the Potomac
to the Capitol Dome.
I doubt this fellow
took any enjoyment from it.
Construction workers found him
when they arrived to work at 8 a.m.
Guessing the flight arrived
around 6 a.m.
Half an hour from the airport,
20 minutes for the tie-and-fry,
puts time of death around 7 a.m.
Eleven minutes past, to be precise.
He's not the only thing
that was fried.
Twenty-four-volt battery.
Not enough voltage to electrocute him.
But it's enough to suffocate him,
Timothy.
He was suffocated?
Well, the application
of a sustained current across the chest
causes titanic contraction
of the respiratory muscles.
The diaphragm
and the intercostals seize up.
I mean, this poor fellow
would've been fully conscious
and nearly unable to speak.
Death by suffocation.
It's a particularly excruciating,
terrifying and slow way to die.
Wanted him to suffer.
Or talk.
McGEE:
Chandler was deployed to Kuwait.
Got back yesterday.
Humanitarian leave.
- Service records?
- Exemplary.
Not so much as a scuffed boot.
Chandler bought his airline ticket
at the gate.
No checked luggage.
Man in a hurry to get somewhere.
- Or away from someone.
- Car rental.
Booked a car in flight with a card
but did not pick it up.
- Someone else picked him up first.
McGEE: We've got some activity here.
We're not the only ones looking
at Chandler.
A BOLO's been issued
out of Los Angeles, nationwide alert.
- L.A.P. D?
- Negative.
Then who issued the BOLO,
McGee?
We did, boss.
It's NCIS.
MAC Y [ON VIDEO]: All units,
close up, close up. Shots fired.
- Get me another angle.
MAN: Working on it, Mace.
Chandler's mother
was beaten half to death
in a home invasion last week.
Before he left Kuwait, someone
gave him a quarter of a million dollars.
Told him if he delivered it
to an address in Los Angeles,
they wouldn't go back
and finish the job on his mother.
He was an easy target.
He was an only child.
A local informant
tipped off our field office.
We were waiting
when he got off his flight.
He agreed to work with us.
On his way to make the drop,
somebody took a shot at him.
The kid panicked.
Tried to get home to see his mother
in West Virginia.
- Got as far as D.C.
- Not just about a dead Marine, Leon.
I got a bad feeling
about an arms-deal case
we're investigating in Los Angeles.
- You think the two cases are linked?
- Go find out.
Pair up with them.
Take somebody with you.
- San Diego office?
- Los Angeles.
OSP. They have the lead.
- Macy still the agent in charge there?
- You got a problem?
She might.
Well, you're on the same team.
Work it out.
SAM: That's a negative, Mace.
Blackbird has flown.
- He got a name?
- Who?
- Star of David.
- Oh, him.
Yes, he has a name.
Trevor? Bruce? Marmaduke?
- Michael.
- Mm.
Sounded more like a Bruce
than a Michael on the phone.
GIBBS:
Okay, grab your toothbrush.
- Road trip?
- Los Angeles.
- California. What time do we leave?
- Not "we."
McGee? Not me? McGoo? You?
- Boss, l...
- Joint operation with OSP.
Chandler case.
Need you to follow up here.
Pickup's in 45.
- OSP?
- Office of Special Projects.
- NCIS undercover. Surveillance.
- Super cool toys.
After our last trip to L.A.,
I do not understand
why you would think I would be
such an eager platypus, Tony.
Beaver. Eager beaver, not platypus.
Why does that bother me so much?
Don't answer.
[CELL PHONE RINGING]
Answer that.
[SPEAKING IN HEBREW]
Well, Tony, I guess the boss knows
who's got his back.
Not just his back, McProbie,
his ears as well.
What are you talking about, ears?
The aeroplane?
Five and a half hours flying time?
You're gonna have to chew the fat,
McChitty-Chat.
What are you gonna talk
to him about?
- I gotta talk to him?
- Oh, yeah. Small talk.
Better brush up
on your boat-building.
Maybe pick up a copy
of Sniper Monthly.
Seriously, don't mention marriage,
divorce or Vance.
ZIVA: Okay.
- Yeah.
- Cover for me?
TONY: What?
- When will you be back?
- Soon.
Later.
[PHONES RINGING]
[CHUCKLES]
ABBY:
You do? Oh, you did?
Okay. I'll do that.
You too. Ciao.
- That was weird.
- What's weird, Abs?
Special Projects in Los Angeles.
They just e-mailed me
confirming their interest in our X-Man.
GIBBS: PFC Chandler.
ABBY: That's him.
- Special Agent Macy.
- That's her.
She wants me to copy her
on all my findings.
You know her.
Not a question, Gibbs.
You know her.
If you find out anything, Abs,
you contact me first,
and then you can send it on to her.
Are you going somewhere?
Yeah, that's what I came to tell you.
Los Angeles.
Into the lioness's den?
I'm taking McGee.
Gibbs.
It's just,
last time you guys went to L.A.,
one of you didn't come back.
GIBBS:
I'll bring him home, Abs.
Just make sure
you bring yourself back too.
Did he use a credit card for that?
MAN [OVER PHONE]:
Yes, he used a credit card for the call.
[RINGING]
So he just made one call
from the air phone, huh?
Okay.
Yeah, that's all I needed to know.
Thanks. Bye.
[PHONE STOPS RINGING]
[PHONE LINE RINGS]
ZIVA [ON PHONE]: Hello?
- Not keeping you from anything, am I?
Like work?
Tony, I'm working on something.
I'm following a lead.
- A lead? On Chandler?
- It might not come to anything.
Care to share?
- Tony, I cannot talk. I have to go.
- Go.
[PHONE LINE HUMMING]
Gone.
DiNozzo?
I do not want to lie to him, Michael.
A small lie.
Your father sends his love.
What else does my father send?
Me.
MAN:
Stand by.
Boss, are you sure
this is the right place?
KENSI:
Hi.
- Welcome to OSP. I'm Kensi.
- Special Agent Gibbs.
Agent McGee.
KENSI: You sail, Agent McGee?
- Uh, no.
- Build boats?
- No. It's a conversation starter.
Works.
- You guys get any sleep on the flight?
- Not a wink.
Slept the whole way.
Been here before?
- Yeah.
- No.
Buckle up.
LEON [ON MONITOR]: The NSA
is worried about the Horn of Africa,
Somalia in particular.
MAC Y: Increased chatter?
- Opposite.
Suddenly all they're hearing
is crickets.
MAC Y: Well, maybe the bad guys
have all given up and gone home.
LEON: Or maybe they're on their way
over here.
You tell Gibbs to call me
when he arrives.
You can tell him yourself.
- Gibbs.
- Hello, Director Vance.
I know how excited you two are
about working together.
I told the SECNA V
I'd have my best people on this one.
A lot of nervous people
at the Pentagon.
Don't make me
have to come out there.
- He tell you I got the lead?
- Yeah, he told me.
Still drink coffee?
It's everything we know
about Chandler.
- How's his mother?
- She wants her son.
- What was he on?
- Follow the money.
Put a GPS locator in his briefcase,
shadowed him to the rendezvous.
Didn't have a lot of time to set it up.
Someone was running
countersurveillance.
Whoever he was going to meet
took him out to protect themselves.
Your team got made.
- My team didn't get made.
- You said it was a rush job.
And you've never had
a blown surveillance op?
- Who was he meeting with?
- Someone called Liam.
How's this tied to the arms deal?
Max Talia is brokering the arms deal.
Paid in cash.
Says the money's coming in
from overseas.
Not much of a connection.
- You have met Talia?
- Meet's in a couple of hours.
Local diner. Undercover.
It's what we do.
A word of advice, Jethro.
Let me do my job.
Like you did the first time we met?
That is not coffee.
Hey.
They're all set at the diner.
- Callen?
- Haven't seen him. Yet.
Get out of my head, Nate.
Operational psychologist.
It's my job to be in your head.
So Gibbs.
- You wanna talk about him?
- No.
Well, he doesn't trust you.
Body language screamed it.
He couldn't wait to leave.
Nate, you just passed him
in the doorway.
You should've slept with him
way back then.
Whenever then was.
- I was probably in elementary school.
- How do you know I didn't?
- I can tell you right now...
- Don't answer that.
- Okay, cool.
- You scare me.
- Yup.
- Leave.
- Yup.
- Find Callen.
Yeah, right.
Hey, DiNozzo.
Tell me you got something.
No luck with the security footage
at the airport.
Chandler got lost in the crowd.
The truck batteries used for the fry-up
are cheap Chinese imports.
- Thousands sold every year.
- That's what you haven't got.
Also checking similar M.O.'s.
Guys knew what they were doing.
- Means they've done it before, right?
- We're looking for a guy named Liam.
Liam. Got it.
- Ziva?
TONY: Ziva.
- [MOUTHING] Boss.
- [MOUTHING] No.
She's following up on a lead.
Looks like it didn't go anywhere.
- How was the flight, boss?
- Swell. McGee kept me entertained.
McGee. He is full of surprises.
Well done, that man.
GIBBS: Stay on it.
- Will do, boss.
You done with that?
- Yeah, I'm done.
- No, no, stay.
Keep them company.
I'm visiting a friend.
I'm sorry about yesterday.
Oh, that's okay.
I like to keep insanely busy.
I said I was sorry.
The lead did not lead anywhere.
Don't sweat it.
[SPEAKS IN SPANISH]
SAM: The meeting's in a diner
in Venice Beach.
We'll be taking feeds
from four cameras.
We have a traffic cam
at the intersection.
We have a store-security cam
across the street.
Two preplaced minis
inside the diner.
MAC Y: We up?
SAM: Coming on-stream.
- Kensi?
- Fifteen minutes out. Kick-off's in 30.
Callen?
[CHUCKLES]
Who's Callen?
[NATE CHUCKLES]
[RINGING]
You still building that boat
in your basement?
- Yeah.
- The same one?
GIBBS: No. No, a different one.
- Two boats, three wives.
Four. Wives.
Did you see Mace?
Yeah, I saw her.
You have a long memory.
GIBBS: So how are you, Callen?
- Not bad.
Even bordering on good some days.
- You're still looking, huh?
- I'm still looking.
Is there a reason
we're not meeting in a bar now?
Well, yeah, it's 10:00 in the morning.
I don't know what's worse,
getting older or getting wiser.
[IN RUSSIAN]
[IN RUSSIAN]
[IN ENGLISH IN RUSSIAN ACCENT]
It was a good game,
but the striker
never should have been red-carded.
[IN ENGLISH] Might have mentioned
you were undercover.
[IN NORMAL VOICE]
Well, I'm not. Just for her.
She lives across the street from me.
Just got here from St. Petersburg.
Lonely.
Figure if she thinks I'm Russian mafia,
she won't wanna make friends.
[CELL PHONE RINGING]
Ha. Sometimes you get weeks
to plan them, sometimes a day.
Meeting an arms dealer named Talia.
Doesn't trust anyone.
I don't like our chances.
Kind of like that first op in Serbia.
- You saved my ass on that one.
- That was Moscow.
No, no, my ass did not need saving
in Moscow.
That was Petrov.
Petrov's ass always needed saving.
GIBBS: Worked with some good people.
- Yup. Made some good friends.
Lost a few.
Next time, we park in a bar.
No more BOLO in the park.
Next time.
Camera 2 is up in the diner.
MAN:
Cam 2 recording.
SAM: We getting this call with Talia?
- Trying.
Caller's a cell number.
Cheap throwaway.
Bringing up the outside links.
Camera 3 and 4 are up.
Game time.
Callen, where the hell are you?
[OVER PHONE] At the diner.
Looking right at you, Mace.
Hey, Eric.
This wire itches.
- Need a soundcheck, G.
CALLEN: Eighteen years.
Wouldn't kill you
to cut Gibbs a little bit of slack, Mace.
- Honk once if you can hear me, Sam.
- Hadley, horn. Once.
[CAR HORN HONKS]
ERIC:
He's in. Street's clear.
CALLEN [OVER HEADSET]: Talia?
TALIA: Yeah.
My cousin had a diner.
In Chicago.
Not like this, though.
Old-style booths and...
What do you call them?
Soda fountains.
His roaches
probably ran a little bigger too.
Hygiene wasn't one of Cousin Mario's
strong points.
Acquaintance tells me
you're in the market.
And who are you?
Somebody who can get you
what you want.
I don't know you.
I come very highly recommended,
or you wouldn't be here.
Friend of a friend of some lowlife?
Exactly. We all take some risk.
- So, what do you need?
- Not me, it's a client.
- Okay. What does your client need?
- He needs toys.
Hunting rifles? Shotguns?
BB guns? What?
He's thinking more 4th of July.
Big toys.
Are you wired?
What?
I said, are you wired?
Are you?
- When?
- Tomorrow.
- Can't happen.
- Look.
"No" is not a word
my client understands.
Then let me explain it to him.
WOMAN:
Excuse me, sir.
The gentleman over there
asked me to give you this.
Buzz off.
- What?
- You heard me. I said, buzz off.
Op's over.
Time to get him out of there.
Callen, we're done.
CALLEN:
You know,
it's not your client
you should be worried about.
Got playback on Talia's call.
Go.
[ON RECORDING]
I know, I know. Look, I'm working on it.
Look, just give me
a few more days...
Then you can have
everything you want...
ERIC: Quality sucks, Mace.
- Replay. Isolate the last word.
- you want, Liam....want, Liam.
- thing you want, Liam.
There's our connection.
Same guy Chandler was meeting.
Same guy.
SAM:
Chandler was coerced into smuggling
a quarter-million dollars from Kuwait
by this guy Liam.
- Wiring it would've been easier.
- Would've left a paper trail.
At the same time,
Liam approaches Talia,
asking him to get him
some serious firepower.
GIBBS: Cash, weapons...
- And a deadline.
You have a plan,
Special Agent Macy?
Talia is the plan.
Will you give Agents Gibbs and McGee
a full brief of the operation?
- Include Renko.
- Sure thing.
Eighteen years.
Would've made you a lieutenant
in the Marine Corps Military Police.
- Gibbs was still a gunny.
- Don't go there.
- Did you work on a case together?
- Why do you wanna know?
- Just looking out for my family.
- G, you don't have any family.
- That's cold, Mace.
- But true.
Gibbs is family.
You too.
Got any photographs in uniform?
Yes, and no, you can't see them.
Okay.
I'll just ask Gibbs what happened.
Yeah, let me know if you do.
I wanna be there
to see him set you on your ass.
He can be very disconcerting,
can't he,
popping up behind you just when
you have something to give him?
- The man's a mind reader.
- Pretend you're him.
- What you got, Duck?
- Heh, heh. That's very good.
The dreaded paper chase, Jethro.
I need your signature.
Okay, I'm gonna stop being Jethro
and revert to being plain old
Very Special Agent Anthony DiNozzo.
- Where do I sign?
- All seven pages.
And while you sign, you can tell me
why you came down here to see me.
- Ziva.
- Ah.
Personal, not professional.
It's not what you're thinking.
I'm not thinking anything.
What are you thinking?
I'm thinking she's worried
about something.
She seems distracted.
Yes, well, we all get distracted.
Keep signing.
Did she ever talk to you
about what she did
when she went back to Israel?
No.
She was involved
in an undercover operation in Morocco.
Yeah, I know all about that.
She almost died.
Really? I didn't know about that.
There was a glimpse of her
on some newsreel footage
after the bomb blast.
If she's distracted...
You know,
I'm just probably overreacting.
And look at that. Done and done.
Is there anything else
I should know about?
Cause of death was indeed suffocation
brought about by electric shock.
Numerous contusions
and bruising suggests
that he was forcibly abducted
before he was strung up and tortured.
Hm. Lovely.
And there was skin on the rope.
Abby found epithelial tissue,
which suggests that the man
for whom you are looking
will have a rather nasty rope burn
on one of his hands.
ABBY: So which case is this exactly?
TONY: My case.
Special investigation. Top-secret.
Ugh. I'm not even gonna ask.
Does it have anything to do
with Ziva?
- Thought you weren't gonna ask.
- Okay, I won't ask. Just tell me.
Got a match.
Immigration photo.
Michael Aaron Rivkin.
Israeli citizen, lives in Tel Aviv,
works for a bank,
and flew into D.C. Two days ago.
Is that the answer
to the question I'm not allowed to ask?
Depends. Any more photos?
[PEOPLE SCREAMING
AND GUNSHOTS ON VIDEO]
McGEE:
Right there, you see it? Flash.
- It's a reflection in a car window.
- It's a reflection of a flash.
Can you pull up
the bullet-trajectory data?
Boss, I really gotta get one of these.
Obviously, budgets permitting.
It's a single source.
Shooter was in the street.
Or in the car.
Let's pull up LMC,
see if there are any other
camera angles we can access.
That's the traffic cam.
- Two security cameras.
SAM: Got a fourth angle.
- ATM camera.
- I'll input the network data.
There it is.
SAM:
There's Chandler.
McGEE: It's an SUV,
but you can't see any plates.
Got it.
There's our shooter.
Might even be Liam.
GIBBS:
Send that photo to Abby.
SAM:
Okay. Navy Op directory.
Abby Sciuto.
- On its way.
- Oh, I really gotta get one of these.
You got problems.
Do you have a current address?
Okay. Thanks.
- I have a lead.
- A real lead?
I mean, really? A lead?
ZIVA: Eighteen months ago,
a man was found strung up
and wired to a battery
in a forest outside Baltimore.
Same M.O. As Chandler's.
Prime suspects are brothers
Stephano and Benji Kass.
- They run a scaffolding business.
- Why weren't they charged?
All witnesses disappeared.
Ah. Well, look at that.
Six-cylinder, gas-powered beast.
V8, diesel.
Battery's in here.
- Here.
- Over there.
Two 12-volt batteries, new.
You looking for something?
TONY:
Special Agent Anthony DiNozzo, NCIS.
You must be the Kass boys.
- Is this your rig?
- What if it is?
Tony, Chandler's left shoe
was missing.
STEPHANO: Go.
- Freeze.
[STEPHANO GRUNTING]
I'm guessing Stephano.
[GRUNTING]
[BENJI SCREAMING]
Looks like the guys who put
the scaffolding together got careless.
Oh, wait a minute.
That would be you, wouldn't it?
That's a nasty rope burn
you got there.
- I'm losing my grip. Come on.
- How much did he pay you?
- Come on, man, please.
- How much?
Nothing, okay? We owed him one.
He called us,
he told us to pick Chandler up,
and e-mailed us his flight
and his photo, okay?
- What was his name?
- Oh, come on.
You don't know what he's like, okay?
He'll kill me.
Benji, my hands
are getting a little sweaty,
and I don't know what's gonna happen
if I, you know...
BENJl: Aah! Aah! Unh.
...for instance.
- Okay.
- What's his name?
Okay, his name is Liam.
- What's his last name?
- It's just Liam.
- What about Stephano?
TONY: He's not talking.
- Work it.
- All right.
Need a last name for Liam.
Anything?
Abby's running facial recognition
on the guy in the SUV.
Says she's gonna call us
if she gets a match.
- What have you got?
- Chandler's killers.
Got a call from Liam
to grab him at the airport in D.C.
- No last name?
- Working it.
- Mace, Talia's on his phone.
ERIC: Lights down, on-screen.
KENSI: Bugged his car
while he was in the diner.
Surveillance video coming in live.
ERIC: He's on speakerphone.
Quality's not great.
TALIA [OVER SPEAKERS]:
I need to speak to Mattie Rae.
MAN:
Speaking.
At the diner this morning,
how'd you know he was a cop?
MAN: Who is this?
- Name's Max Talia.
MAN: How'd you get my number?
- Waitress at the diner.
I can see why you gave it to her.
She's a cutie.
You saved me a lot of embarrassment
this morning, Mattie.
MAN: Well, that chump
just about ruined my life,
so easy favour, you know?
- Five years for dealing guns, huh?
MAN: Wait, how'd you know that?
- Who you been talking to?
TALIA: Oh, I've got friends, Mattie.
Made some enquiries.
- I heard you're back in the game.
MAN: Maybe.
TALIA: Look, Mattie,
I got a cashed-up client
looking for some specialised ordnance
in a hurry.
- I could cut you in.
MAN: How specialised?
Assault weapons, C-4.
You can handle that?
MAN: I know people who can get you
a tank if you got a big enough suitcase.
I need to meet this guy first.
I gotta know who I'm dealing with.
There's an old parking garage
downtown,
East Temple
where it hits the train line.
- Forty minutes. Work for you?
MAN: I'll be there.
MAC Y: Looks like we've got ourselves
a meet-up.
McGEE [OVER RADIO]:
All right, Camera 3 is online.
SAM: All units stand by.
Mattie Rae is here.
And here comes Talia.
Still waiting on the guest of honour.
Talia's made the call.
Liam's on his way.
I didn't think Liam would show up
to a meeting on short notice.
He's under pressure.
Losing Chandler
screwed up his timetable.
He probably had to find that cash fast
from someplace else.
- He's desperate.
- Our advantage.
SAM:
Vehicle entering the alley.
They're on the move.
MAC Y:
That's Liam.
McGee, go tight on Liam.
What do you see?
Zoom in on Camera 1, please.
He's wearing jeans and a sports coat.
He's carrying...
- Looks like a long barrel.
- It's a hit.
MAN:
Hey, what the...?
Separate them.
KENSI: On your feet, Mr. Talia.
Hands behind your back.
You're the frigging waitress
from the diner.
Should've tipped me better, huh?
Gibbs.
Special Agent Mike Renko.
Thanks for the spot.
MAC Y: You okay, Mike?
- Yeah, I'll be fine.
That got interesting pretty fast,
huh, Mace?
- How'd you guys know it was a hit?
- Weapons had silencers.
RENKO: Why'd they try to take us out?
We had what Liam wanted.
Maybe he got what he wanted
elsewhere.
- You were a loose end.
- Motel. On the Strip.
MAC Y:
Clear.
Four blank passports.
Four suitcases filled with weapons.
And enough C-4
to bring down a building.
Room's still booked.
That means whoever Liam's supplying
is probably coming back to collect this.
Liam's a ghost.
They probably never met him.
Probably.
Get any more hits
on our secret thingy?
- Do you know how busy I've been?
- I know how busy you've been.
Okay, just asking.
We've got one hit, but it is a doozy.
Guy on the right, Michael Rivkin,
our supposed Israeli banker.
Guy on the left, director of Mossad.
- Eli David, also known as...
- Ziva's father.
- She must know Rivkin.
- You don't ask her.
You don't breathe a word of this,
Abby.
- Tony...
- I mean it.
KENSI: Liam Patrick Coyle,
former IRA arms dealer.
Raised money and smuggled arms
into Northern Ireland in the '90s.
After the peace treaty,
he went freelance.
He sold weapons everywhere
from Chechnya to the Horn of Africa.
Supplying terrorists.
How come
we've never heard of this guy?
He's been living in New York.
Fake job, fake name, fake life.
It's called a "legend."
It's a word coined by the Stasi.
East German secret police
back during the Cold War.
Their idea was to create a cover so
deep it could stand up to any scrutiny.
Passports, documents, work papers.
Even family histories.
And none of it true.
All a legend.
TONY:
Hey.
- Thanks for holding that.
- You're welcome, Tony.
I never thought I'd say this,
but I almost miss McGee. Almost.
- What about you? You miss him?
- Yes, I do.
- Miss anyone else? Gibbs?
- Some.
What about your friend
from Tel Aviv?
- Tony...
- I'm just saying.
Yes, I miss Michael too.
When he called the other day,
I thought he must have been here.
No. Sadly, Michael is not here.
[KNOCKING ON DOOR]
I've been expecting you.
RIVKIN: It's a pleasure
to finally meet you, Liam.