NCIS (2003–…): Season 6, Episode 23 - Legend: Part 2 - full transcript

Los Angeles, OSP,
they have the lead.

NCIS's Office of Special Projects.

They specialise in undercover
and surveillance.

Macy still agent-in-charge there?
How are you, Callen?

- Did you see Mace?
- Yeah, I saw her.

- Let me do my job.
- Like you did the first time we met?

KENSI: Sam?
- Kick-off's in 30.

ZIVA:
Guy on the right, Michael Rivkin.

- I thought he must have been here.
- No.

Sadly, Michael is not here.

Go tight on Liam. What do you see?

He's carrying.

KENSI: Liam Coyle,
former IRA arms dealer.

Hotel.

Four blank passports,
four suitcases filled with weapons.

That means whoever Liam's supplying
is coming back to collect this.

MAC Y: Looks like you're
going undercover as Liam.

CALLEN: I've been expecting you.
RIVKIN: Pleased to meet you, Liam.

RIVKIN: You have everything I want?
CALLEN: Times four.

RIVKIN: Passports?
CALLEN: Everything.

RIVKIN: And it's all here?
CALLEN: It's all here.

First, the face. Next, the name.

You know, I met a man in Damascus
who said you were dead.

Well, let me know when he passes.
I'll come to his funeral.

Too late.

- Who are you?
- Abort, abort.

Target centre of the room,
weapon drawn.

Federal agents, don't move.

Put down your weapon.

SAM:
Put it down.

Come on, Mace.
He wasn't gonna shoot me.

Will you tell her
you weren't gonna shoot me?

I wasn't going to shoot him.

No tension in the upper body
and the voice is all wrong.

- Probably wasn't gonna shoot him.
- Embarrassing if he had.

There's no room for probably, Nate.
Do we have a name?

Well, we just started.
It's gonna take at least a...

[BEEPING]

- We got a match here.
GIBBS: Put it on the screen.

Millions of possibilities,
we get the hit in six seconds?

- Michael Rivkin.
- His name's Michael Rivkin.

FBI?

- CIA?
- NCIS.

NATE:
Oh, he's way too confident.

I think we're about to go pear-shaped,
Mace.

- Who are you?
- Mossad.

CALLEN:
You can prove that?

RIVKIN:
No. But I know someone who can.

Her name is Ziva David.

ZIVA:
Agent McGee's taking a break.

Los Angeles.
Yes, I will come up now.

- Morning.
- Tony.

- Something up?
- Gibbs.

- He's back?
- MTAC.

Oh, nice, three one-word answers.

- Wanna go for a fourth?
- No.

I'm gonna ask a question that's gonna
demand more than a one-word answer.

- Are you ready for that, Ziva David?
- Nope.

All right. Here comes the question.

Ready?

No beverages allowed in MTAC.

Hey, soy vanilla latte,
no sugar added.

I didn't blow back. It's all yours.

God, question was on the tip
of my tongue, now I can't remember it.

How did I forget the question?
Oh.

Questions are, of course...

Well, they're relative.
And I don't mean that in a...

WOMAN:
OSP's online.

- Ziva.
- Gibbs.

McGee, put it up.

You recognise him?

- Ziva?
- Yes, I know him.

His name is Michael Rivkin.

He says he's Mossad.

Yes, he is with the Mossad.

Anything else you can tell us
about him, Officer David?

No. I have not worked with him
in some time.

We will talk more about this later.

Of course.

You did not think
I would identify him.

That was not a question.

- Anything you wanna tell me?
- No.

One-word answer, I win.

[SIGHS]

McGEE:
His cover is an Israeli banker.

He flew in three days ago.
That's all we've got, still looking.

- What the hell is he doing here?
- Same thing we are.

Tracking down a terrorist cell.

We're hunting the same cell.

Your search started here.
Mine in Yemen.

Okay, well, if I'm Liam Coyle,
arms supplier,

- who does that make you?
- Nick Quaderi, Jihadist.

The real Liam's in the morgue.

Where exactly
is the real Nick Quaderi?

In bed.

221 Pacific Avenue, Apartment 27,
Venice Beach.

No need to be quiet.
You won't wake him.

You should have called us.

It would have spared you
a long ride from Yemen.

Needed to be sure.

What did Quaderi tell you?

Weapons pickup here,
a man named Liam.

- Target?
RIVKIN: No.

- Rest of the cell?
- Fell asleep before he told me.

I can tell you that one of the others
is named Haziq.

SAM:
Address?

That's all I have.

Give him your cell, Sam.

[PHONE RINGING]

Be polite.

Good morning.

As I'm sure you're aware,
foreign intelligence agencies

are not authorised
to act within U.S. Territorial borders.

I would hate for your actions
to cause an incident

by staying here any longer,
Mr. Rivkin.

We each have a job to do.

Yours is done. Go home.

- Eric.
- Uh, GPS tracker on his rental.

Sam, let him go.

[SPEAKS IN HEBREW]

Yeah.

Four passports, four suitcases.

Yeah, Rivkin's already put
one of them to sleep.

One down, three to go.

MAC Y:
Eric, give me outside surveillance.

ERIC:
On-screen.

Agent Renko, you got him?

I got him, Mace.

Callen, Sam, Venice Beach,
Quaderi's apartment.

Kensi, shut it down.

- You thinking what I'm thinking?
- Mumbai.

They attack soft targets.

Hotels, a railway station.

We need a breathing suspect,
not a dead one.

That's not Rivkin's plan.

We have to stay ahead of him

until I get approval to lock him up
or send him home.

Officer David was sent back
to Israel last year.

Are you asking me do I trust her?

Because my answer
is, "Yes, with my life."

You don't think I'm very good at this,
do you?

The director must
or you wouldn't be doing this job.

You shouldn't judge me
on past performance.

It was 18 years ago.

What did you find?

Nate.

Okay, so Mossad gets a lead
in Yemen

about a terrorist cell operating
out of Los Angeles, right?

Sends Rivkin to eliminate them.

Rivkin finds one of the terrorists,
Nick Quaderi, kills him.

But not before Quaderi mentions

that he's meeting
with an arms dealer named Liam.

And the only problem is
we're hunting the same terrorist cell.

Terrorist cells are like families.

They're close knit,
always checking on each other.

Now, if they lost contact
with one of their own,

it might trigger them
to step up the attack.

Next move is to find the cell member
Rivkin mentioned.

- Haziq.
- Before he panics.

You think that Rivkin knows
the identities of the rest of the cell?

It was right there
in his smug smile, McGee.

He knows.

You okay, Mace?

I already told you
not to go there, Nate.

Well, you know me too well.

MACE:
No one knows you, Nate.

You, on the other hand,
being the psychologist you are,

know everyone.

Not Gibbs.

So you go back 18 years, huh?

I wasn't listening.

Odd word, occasional phrase.

Gibbs was a gunnery sergeant.

I was a green young lieutenant
in the military police

determined to prove myself.

And you worked a case together?

You could say that.

It was a JAG-man investigation.

A murder.

And I was the lead investigator.

And Gibbs?

Gibbs was the suspect.

Nick Quaderi.

McGEE: Guy is a ghost.
ERIC: Definitely is now.

McGEE: Well, we got his name
and his address.

Paid his rent in cash.
Utilities paid by his landlord,

so no photo ID there
and no credit cards.

You have any idea how many times
your average law-abiding citizen

is recorded every week, McGee?

Yeah.
Probably north of 3,000 times.

Oh, way north,
like Northern Alaska north.

Every phone call, credit-card
transaction, Internet search,

all swallowed up
and stored on hard drives

so people can troll them
for personal information.

- Like we're doing right now?
ERIC: Yeah.

That's okay because we work
for the government.

Got a national-security letter
to prove it.

This guy really
did not wanna be found.

Well, Rivkin found him, McGee.

Are you still tracking Rivkin?

Yeah, boss, we got him right...

Marina del Rey.
We're pulling up the Pictometry now.

His car's parked at a hotel.

Special Agent Renko?

He's out of his car
and he's got a visual.

- Let him know I'm coming.
- On it.

You got something else?

No, that about covers it.

ERIC:
He's got it.

I lived in a place like this
when I was a kid.

I probably lived down the hall.

This is it. Apartment 27.

Nick Quaderi, if you're inclined
to believe Rivkin.

What is it
between Mace and Gibbs?

They've never told me.

You think they'll work it out?

Not without some help.

One-inch tear,
looks like a stab wound.

Clean and quick under the sternum,
up into the heart.

There's a secret department
in the Mossad called the Kidon.

I had dealings with them
when I was a SEAL.

Highly trained, fearless.

They were formed after the war
to track down Nazis.

Now they come after all enemies
who would harm Israel.

I think Rivkin could be one of them.

Kidon?

Hebrew for bayonet.

GIBBS:
Morning, Mike.

Help yourself.

Where is he?

Outside the gazebo,
having coffee at the middle table.

Went inside, came out minutes later,
been there ever since.

- He's waiting for somebody.
- That's my guess.

Whose boat is this?

I have no idea.

Hey, sand with the grain
of the wood, Renko.

- You've done this before?
- Yeah.

SAM:
Download complete. Rest in peace.

[DOOR KNOB JIGGLING]

If that's what you want, sure.

Next week then.

Yeah. Ciao.

Hi.

- Who are you?
- My name's Liam.

I'm a friend of Nick's, sort of.
Who...? And you are?

- Shakira, his girlfriend, sort of.
- Huh.

- Nick, I'm here.
CALLEN: But Nick's not.

SHAKIRA:
Then how did you get in?

He's supposed to meet me here,
but he's late.

I was just gonna leave him a note.

[PHONE RINGING]

- Liam.
- [WHISPERING] You got a plan?

CALLEN: Hey, Nick.
- Clever.

CALLEN: I'm in your apartment
waiting. Where are you?

- I'm in the next room.
CALLEN: Take it easy, all right?

Shakira just walked in.
Do you want to talk with her?

Not particularly.

CALLEN:
Okay, no problem.

What do you have in mind?

Haziq's place?

Sure, if that's what you want.
We'll come right over.

[PHONE BEEPS]

He didn't wanna talk on the phone.

He wants us
to come to his friend's place.

Haziq?

- Do you know him?
- You don't?

No.

- Lucky you.
- I'll call a cab.

- My car's out front.
CALLEN: Great.

Is the bathroom through here?

[WHISPERING]
Rivkin gives us Haziq's name.

She leads us to him. Stay close.

[WHISPERING]
How are you gonna play this?

I've got to believe Haziq
still wants what Liam's got.

And if he doesn't?

You'll come rescue me.

[LAUGHS]

You think she's involved?

They're sleeping together.

She's involved
whether she knows it or not.

Yeah.

Okay.

What kind of car do you drive?

SHAKIRA: Convertible.
CALLEN: Convertible?

- Red?
SHAKIRA: Yellow.

CALLEN:
I like yellow.

- Mace?
MAC Y: What's happening, Sam?

Callen's back in the game.

[LINE RINGING]

MAC Y: Sam?
- Mace.

They're stopping at an auto shop
downtown, 13th and Baker's Lane.

SHAKIRA:
This place creeps me out.

Or maybe it's just Haziq.

- Nick bring you here often?
- Couple times.

- Haziq was trying to recruit him.
- For what?

HAZIQ:
Hey.

- Who is this?
SHAKIRA: Nick's friend.

He called.
Told us to meet him out here.

He didn't call me.

- Nick's friend, huh?
- Liam.

And what can Nick's friend
do for us?

Well, I can give you
what you've been waiting for.

Come in, Nick's friend.

SAM:
He's just met a guy, probably Haziq.

I'm downloading photos.
I need more eyes down here.

Kensi's on her way. Eric?

- Live feeds?
- No coverage.

Kensi, you're gonna have
to get a camera in there.

KENSI:
I'll come up with something.

[TYRES SCREECH]

[KEVIN RUDOLF'S "IN THE CITY"
PLAYING ON CAR STEREO]

MAN 1: Damn.
MAN 2: Hey, man.

You wanna bang on something, baby,
you found your man.

MAN 2: Hey, relax.
- We're cool, lady.

Not today, boys.

Have a nice day.

[LAUGHS]

Shakira,
bring our guest a cold drink.

Are you armed?

Back.

Cell phone.

- She doesn't know?
HAZIQ: Why should she?

She's just a woman.

Nick is not the one
who is supposed to contact you.

He called me.
Told me to come to his apartment.

Then he changed the meeting
to here.

Why?

You're just gonna have to ask him
when he gets here.

- Thank you.
- Come and sit down.

[LINE RINGING]

WOMAN [ON RECORDING]:
The cell phone you are trying to reach

is switched off or out of range.
Please try again later.

- Where is Rafi?
- How would I know?

He's your brother.
Be more respectful.

Sweet.

Eric, activate Callen's cell phone.

Microphone and camera,
coming online.

McGEE: Phone cam's up
at Haziq's auto shop.

- Cell phone.
- Trace it.

And feed it through to Sam
to translate.

[HAZIQ SPEAKING IN ARABIC]

I need you here, Nasim.

SAM:
Is Rafi with you?

What about Nick?
Have you heard from him?

SAM: I'm not sure
if there's something wrong.

Just get down here
as soon as you can.

He's anxious. Feeling pressured.

[PHONE RINGS]

- Wants his men around.
- He's not the only one.

Director Vance
is on the line for you, Mace.

Where's Kensi? Director?

[CAR HORN HONKS]

Hey. Um, a guy just backed into me.

- Do you think you could possibly...?
- We're closed.

Oh, come on, man.
I just need to know if it's safe to drive.

[SIGHS]

- Um, you have a bathroom?
- No, we don't.

KENSI: Oh...
HAZIQ: This is not bad. The car's safe.

It's cosmetic damage.
Just bring it back next week.

Okay.

- Um, is Wednesday okay?
- Wednesday's fine.

Thank you.

Camera's inside the door.

ERIC:
Pulling up the new camera angle.

I understand, director. I will.

Goodbye.

McGEE:
Traced the call Haziq just received.

Caller's name is Nasim Boutros.

Home address
is a long-stay hotel room.

1122 at 73 Promenade Way,
Marina del Rey.

Mace, that's the hotel Rivkin
is staking out.

Where was Nasim
when he made that call?

- Less than a half mile from the hotel.
- On his way home.

And Rivkin is waiting for him.
Get Gibbs.

[PHONE RINGING]

- Yeah?
MAC Y: Vance just cleared it.

We have a FISA warrant.
Get Rivkin.

Go around back.

RENKO: Gibbs.
- Yeah, clear.

[SPEAKING IN ARABIC]

CALLEN: Any idea
what they're arguing about?

SHAKIRA:
Cell-phone coverage.

Haziq can't reach anyone
on his phone

and Jumah's telling him
it's a piece of American junk.

How did Nick sound on the phone?

He sounded okay.

They're planning something,
aren't they?

If they use
what they're buying from me, yeah.

Do you have any idea what it is?

No.

HAZIQ:
Change of plans.

You are going to make
the weapons delivery today.

CALLEN: Here?
HAZIQ: Yes, here.

Call whoever you need to call.

You have an hour.
And then our business is done.

[PHONE BEEPS]

- He's calling Sam.
CALLEN: Hey, it's Liam.

They're bringing suitcases to the shop
at 13th and Baker's Lane in one hour.

Okay, let's make it happen.
One hour.

McGee, anything on Rivkin?

Well, GPS marker says
he didn't leave the hotel parking lot.

He must have found the GPS tracker
and dumped it.

I've got a BOLO out on his rental.
Nothing yet.

MAC Y: Keep on it.
- Yes, ma'am.

[HAZIQ SPEAKING IN ARABIC
ON SCREEN]

It's him. It's Tim.
He knows I'm sitting at his desk.

Tell him you're in your lab.
He won't know.

ABBY: He'll know. He knows everything.
- Gibbs knows everything.

McGenius is smart,
but he doesn't know everything.

[PHONE BEEPS]

Hi, Tim.

I'm not upstairs in the squad room.

I'm in my lab. I'm working.

- Are you sitting on my desk?
ABBY: Um...

- No.
- Abby, listen.

Last night, you did a facial-recognition
search on Michael Rivkin.

- Why?
- What makes you think that?

McGEE:
You logged the search.

I did? I did.

Did Tony ask you to do it?

Um... I'm not at liberty to say.

- You are at my desk, aren't you?
- Yeah.

McGEE: And Tony is watching you?
- Yeah.

- Can I talk to Tony, please?
- Okay.

It's for you. It's McGoo...
McGee, Tim.

Sorry, McGee.

Ignore her, probie.
She's suffering Gibbs withdrawal.

Transferring it onto you
because of a deep-seated fear

that Gibbs may withhold love
and give her a first-time head slap

if he came back and saw his desk
festooned in balloons

and decorated
like some tacky tiki bar

with messages of affection
written possibly in blood.

She ain't missing you at all.

I can't think of a single person
that's missing you.

I'll tell you who we're all missing
and that's Michael Rivkin.

Define missing.

McGEE: Two of the terrorists are
dead after Rivkin paid them a visit.

And now he's dropped out of sight.

Do you think
that there is any chance Ziva...?

Don't ask that question.

Well, Tony, someone has to ask it.

Oh, I know, McGee. I know.

Leave it to me.

Here you go.

MAC Y: Here's what we know.
Nick Quaderi, dead.

Almost certainly killed
by Michael Rivkin.

Nationality, unknown.
Date of birth, unknown.

Quaderi has a girlfriend, Shakira.

MAC Y: Who has a brother Rafi Zayd.
McGEE: No confirmed photo.

Moved back to Yemen
when he was 7.

No record of him returning to the U.S.
Probably here illegally.

MAC Y: Nasim Boutros.
Stabbed by Rivkin at his hotel.

American citizen, born in Syria,
immigrated here when he was 14,

has a degree in engineering,
no criminal record.

First name, Jumah.
Last name, unknown.

McGEE: He works at the auto shop
but he's not listed as an employee

with the IRS. Possibly here illegally.

And finally, Haziq Khaleel.

McGEE: Born in Syria, immigrated
12 years ago, owns the auto shop,

pays his taxes
and has no criminal record.

MAC Y: Five men,
all born outside the United States.

Very few personal details,
no criminal activity,

not on anyone's watch list.

It's a classic sleeper cell.

Rivkin's making sure
none of them wake up.

Five people.

Four passports, four suitcases.
Something is missing.

Then number five is the handler.

- Maybe Haziq?
NATE: No.

Haziq's an alpha male.
A physical, take-charge kind of guy.

Aggressive, angry.

Handlers are more refined.
Methodical planners, smooth talkers.

They know how to get
under people's skin.

Make them feel things
and do things and...

You get the idea.

If it's not Haziq...

NATE: Well, Shakira's brother, Rafi,
is too young.

Wouldn't have respect of the others
who all seem to be older.

Then that leaves Nick Quaderi.

Yeah, but according to Rafi's sister,
Nick Quaderi didn't know them

until her brother introduced him
to Haziq.

- Then we're missing something.
GIBBS: Yep.

Or someone.

[ELEVATOR DINGS]

What did I miss?

Oh, Abby playing with crayons,
possibly blood,

McGee calling,
and I made a paper airplane

that was so fantastic,
it broke the office gliding record.

But all the fun's happening
in another area code.

Are we fighting?

If we were,
you would be on the floor, bleeding.

Okay,
I accept that as a likely outcome.

So you're just annoyed with me?

- Angry?
- You should not be surprised.

Because of this morning?

You thought I would not identify
Michael Rivkin as a Mossad operative.

- I didn't say a word.
- You did not have to.

So you think you did the right thing?

You think I didn't?

Maybe you should have
told them more.

Like how well you know him.

How well do I know him, Tony?

- You know him better than they think.
- And you know that how?

Well, you saw him
when he was in D.C. Three days ago.

You didn't tell them when you had
the chance. I'm just wondering why.

Okay.

Are you by any chance
questioning my loyalty?

I am questioning why you didn't tell
them you saw him three days ago.

Are you jealous?

No. I'm worried.

Because you don't seem
to understand

that your secret friend
is interfering with this agency's ability

to shut down a terrorist cell.

Interfering? How is he interfering?

He's already killed two suspects.

Well, in my country,
that would be cause for celebration.

You're not in your country
and neither is he.

- Have you finished?
- Yes.

- Good.
- No.

Another question.

- You know where we can find him?
- No, I don't.

And if you did, would you tell me?

No.

But I would tell Gibbs.

SHAKIRA: I tried to stop my brother,
Rafi, from getting involved with them.

Now he's dragged Nick into it.

How long have you known him?

Three months.

He travels a lot. I don't get
to see him as much as I want.

At first, Rafi didn't want me
to see him at all, but Nick was patient.

Now they're like brothers.

You know, I've never met Rafi.

You don't have any photos, do you?

Of course.

Nick took it.

You've probably got tons of photos
of Nick in there, huh?

Nick's so camera shy, it's crazy.

Hard to believe,
but this is the only photo I have.

MAC Y:
Eric, talk to me.

- We lost audio.
- They're whispering, Mace.

- Who's whispering?
ERIC: Everybody.

Why the hell are they whispering?

Sam, you ready?

On your command, Mace.

Stand by. If you were Rivkin,
where would you be?

I wouldn't be far.
I'd wanna finish the job.

At our expense.

If we're gonna find their target
and their support team,

we need at least one of them alive.

You'd think that way.

Where the hell are you going?

Let you know when I get there.

Come on, G, speak up.

I need to contact Nick.

SHAKIRA: You heard Haziq.
He's not answering.

Well, I'm guessing
he gave you another number,

in case something bad happened.

Shakira, something bad
is going to happen.

You can't keep running away
from this,

who they are,
what they're planning to do.

Something bad
is going to happen to Nick.

To your brother.

Who are you?

I'm someone
you need to trust right now.

Haziq.

Okay, they stopped whispering.

- Yes?
SHAKIRA: I'm tired. I'm going home.

You can't keep me here.

Heh. No one leaves.

You can't stop me.

[SPEAKING IN ARABIC]

[SHAKIRA SCREAMS]

And your friend better be on time.

[SPEAKING IN ARABIC]

Promise me
nothing will happen to Rafi.

Promise me.

I promise you.

310-555-0130.

CALLEN:
Haziq.

Nick Quaderi's real name
is Michael Rivkin.

He can be contacted
at 310-555-0130.

I already have his number.
And I don't care what his real name is.

Okay?

- Searching for the number.
MAC Y: Rivkin was playing us all along.

It's a cell phone.

I need a GPS location now.

Nick Quaderi
is the name Michael Rivkin used.

He befriended Shakira so he could get
to know her brother, Rafi.

He won over the brother
to get invited to the cell.

That means that the body Rivkin
told us was Quaderi's actually...

Rafi Zayd, her brother.

All right, we've got Rivkin's location.
He's almost on top of them.

Pass it on to the nearest team.

I can't wait. Sam?

- The game's yours.
SAM: Okay, Mace, moving in.

Go, go, go.

KENSI: Federal agents, freeze.
RENKO: NCIS.

MAC Y:
Sam, I want him alive.

[GROANS]

KENSI: Clear.
RENKO: Clear.

All clear.

You'll live.

KENSI:
Secured.

Rivkin?

[PHONE RINGING]

I got him, McGee.

You're Gibbs.

Time for you to go home.

Now.

I don't like leaving things unfinished.

You're done.

I'm finishing it for you.

I leave, Washington and Tel Aviv
look the other way.

That's not what I do.

We fight the same war.

Only ours began in Auschwitz.

I have 6 million uniforms.

- Every one is different.
- I got one.

Ziva David?

She works for me.

Shalom.

McGEE:
Nate.

ERIC:
No problem, my pleasure.

Maybe again sometime.

I guess that drink's
gonna have to wait.

Well, my basement is always open.

- It's good to see you, Jethro.
GIBBS: Yeah.

Stay low.

- Red eye, huh?
McGEE: Yeah.

Always worked for me.

Hey.

[DOOR CLOSES]

Oh... Sorry.

Thanks.

No problem.

[CLEARS THROAT]

Long day, huh?

Yeah, yeah, long day.

Just getting some... Some air.

Right.

Uh, Agent Gibbs?

- Good to meet you, Nate.
- Likewise.

I, uh...

I took an oath
not to betray confidences.

But I can't see any harm
in telling you a story.

Eighteen years ago, there was this
young lieutenant in the military police

who investigated a murder.

A Marine gunnery sergeant
had taken out this Mexican drug dealer

who killed his family.

The young lieutenant
interrogated the suspect,

didn't hold back.

He just wanted closure

and she wouldn't leave
his wife and daughter to rest in peace.

Kind of thing that stays with you.

Anyway,
she got all the evidence together

and then she buried it.

Decided it was a just killing.

My guess is that
the guy never even knew

that she'd been protecting him
all these years.

Well, I think I had enough fresh air.

Are you gonna get out?

I think it's time to move.

Again?

Three times in the last 18 months.

It's four.

I don't know, I...

I just feel
like someone's watching me.

It's probably that Russian girl
you told me about.

You ever gonna settle down, G?

One day.

Crazy son of a...

G.

[GUNFIRE]

SAM: Come on, G, come on, G.
Stay with me.

Stay with me, G.
Don't do this to me.

Come on.

Yeah, I need an ambulance.

Ocean Front and Rose, Venice.

Stay with me. Stay with me.

Come on, buddy.

MISSED YOU
TIMMY

I miss McGee.

I would never have guessed that.

Hey, you and Ziva
wanna go get a drink?

She is already gone.

Did you do that secret thingy
I asked you to do?

Yep.

Rivkin flew out
of Los Angeles today, unescorted.

- Destination?
- Tel Aviv.

With a stopover in D.C.