NCIS (2003–…): Season 6, Episode 9 - Dagger - full transcript

Code name Domino.

TONY:
Langer was in possession
of Domino

when Lee killed him.

We're gonna steal it.

Nobody gets hurt.

(grunting)

It was a trap.

There's a mole at NCIS.

You mean, Langer was not alone?

Do you know who it is?

Liar!
He wasn't part of it.

Who are they?!
I don't know!

This is Amanda.

She's my daughter.

If I don't deliver
what they want,

they will kill her.

What am I supposed to do?

Looks like
we're working together.

(crickets chirping)

(panting)

(rustling in brush)

(groan)

(panting)

MAN:
Hey, stop!
(gasps)

Come back!

(panting)
Hey!

(whimpers)

(panting)

(panting)

Hey!

(yells)

(grunts)

(grunts)

(panting)

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There you go.

MAN:
All right.

Thanks.

You know what I hate?

Women with
discriminating taste?

Coffee shops without restrooms.

You're not actually
drinking that, are you?

We're on a stakeout.

I was up late last night.
I'm tired.

What?

This is Probie
101 stuff.

You don't actually drink.

I call it the Gibb-sip.

See that?
Yeah.

Looks like
I'm drinking?

Yeah.

Not actually drinking.

And I've been...

You know, come
to think of it,

it always looks
like Gibbs is drinking,

but he never has to take a...

GIBBS:
DiNozzo,

change the subject.

Gonna have to change more

than the subject if I don't get

a bathroom break soon, boss.

GIBBS:
Hold it.

Lee's on your ten, DiNozzo.

(camera shutter clicking)

TONY:
Got her on my crosshairs.

Finger on the trigger.

WOMAN:
Hi. How are you?

Show some sympathy, Tony.

Her daughter's out there
somewhere.

She lied about killing two men,
lied about stealing secrets.

How do we know she's not lying
about her daughter,

who nobody's ever seen?

The pickup man shows,
she's not lying.

MAN:
Here you go.

Thank you.
Thank you.

TONY:
Either Lee is very anal,

or she's sending someone
a signal.

I smell

a non-fat soy
double-cross latte.

McGEE:
Here we go.

Boss, we got a guy in a scarf,
sunglasses and a hat.

GIBBS:
That's him.

On his tail, DiNozzo.

TONY:
Got him.

(camera shutter clicks)

Oh, my God!
Oh!

I am so sorry.

McGee?

Lost visual. Get on him.

I know. No.
Get out of my way.

Sorry, sir.
I got him.
Where is he?

TONY:
Parking structure.

LEE:
Just let me get that.

I'm so... Ugh!

(tires squealing)

Boss, we lost him.

Lee, what the hell
were you thinking?

You were too close.
He could have made you.

My show. My call.

My car. Now.

Heard you had a little accident.

Wasn't an accident.

Any news about my daughter?

NSA got a hit.

They're downloading
the footage now.

NSA?

ZIVA:
Does Gibbs know?

GIBBS:
Know about what?

Do they have something?

We had something.

The pickup man in perfect
position before you blew it

with the brew.

He knows my routine.

I felt I may have
been compromised.

Look, I did my part.
I made the drop.

But I couldn't

risk him seeing
anything unusual.

What do you
know about him?

Nothing. I only see him

when he's expecting
a drop at the cafe.
Always the
same guy?

He hides his face.
I try not to stare.

(phone ringing)
Yeah.

McGEE:
Footage coming in.

Okay. On our way.
McGee's ready for us

in MTAC, boss.

It's a restricted area.

You're not invited.

GIBBS:
No. She is invited.

We need confirmation.

You got eyes on her, right?

What about this morning?

Her rope got shorter.

Lucky she's not hanging by it.

It's online now,
Agent McGee.

Working off what Abby gave us,

an NSA satellite came up
with this thermal footage

early this morning over
Hickory Grove, Virginia.

Found unusual activity.

We convinced NSA

to give us a look

at photos from one
of their keyhole

imaging satellites.

This is 4:14:46 a.m.

VANCE:
No facial recognition
on the man.

He never looked up.

We had better luck
with the girl, though.

(computer whirring)

You recognize her?

Amanda.

ZIVA:
Looks like Lee was
telling the truth.

Maybe.
Maybe?

It is a little girl
being chased into a field.

Maybe that's the plan.

What plan?

Exactly.

McGEE:
All right.
Coordinates

are done programming.
GPS will take you

to the spot where the
girl was last seen.

There's a built-in compass
in there so you don't get lost.

Don't worry, McScout.

We got our Mossad
hunting dog.

Bark once for yes.

(growls)

I'm going with you.

You're not going anywhere.

Sit.

Sir?
You still talking?

Why are you still here?

McGee, photos.

McGEE:
Okay.

Now, we can't see their...

Sorry, boss.

Can't see their faces,

but based on height
and build relative

to Agent Lee and
the little girl,

we're looking at two
very different guys.

I only get text-message
instructions from one person.

It could be either one.

Or neither one.

Someone else could be
pulling the strings.

Take her to the conference room.

And do what?
Watch her.

Shouldn't I at
least take a laptop?

At least get
an ID?
Let Abby do that.

Your eyes are gonna
be on her.

Are we looking
for three people?

Don't know.

Well, someone's taken the bait.

Thinks he's gotten away
with a sample of Domino

that details how our
military will respond

to an attack on a
communications link

in Israel.

And he'll test it.

Then wait and see if our
response matches his info.

It's the only way
to prove to him

Lee has access
to the complete Domino.

SECNAV doesn't share
your enthusiasm.

Lee is the only way to get
to the top of the pyramid.

And to get her daughter back.

SECNAV

wants the pickup man picked up
at the next opportunity.

Oh, that's a bad idea.

Maybe.

But it's an order.

(horn honking)

Were you able to trace any
of the text messages from him?

Because of the level
of SMS encryption he was using,

along with the fact
that he masked the signal

by bouncing it halfway
around the world, no.

Whoever this guy is,

he knows how to hide.

Well, what about the messages
I sent him?

Sorry.

You have a sister,
don't you, McGee?

You once withheld evidence

in a murder investigation
to protect her.

She was eventually cleared.

Yeah, but you didn't
know that at the time.

You did what you had to do

to save someone close to you

because you were
scared for her.

I know I'm going to have to pay
for what I did.

I'm just saying, don't judge me

without remembering
who I was scared for.

(camera shutter clicking)

How can you work with
somebody for three years

and not know
they have a kid?

Well, just because
you work with somebody

every day does not mean
you know everything about them.

Really? Then I
shouldn't know

about that tattoo on
the inside of your...

I meant, I can understand
someone wanting

to keep their personal
and professional lives separate.

As should you.

Did not end well
when you fell in love

while you were
undercover, did it?

Thanks for the memory.

Trail starts here,
continues off northwest.

North by northwest.

(imitating Cary Grant):
I'm talking about espionage,

Judy, Judy, Judy.

Cary Grant, Leo G. Carroll.

Sound familiar?

Ready for a hike?

Can't we drive?

If we end up hanging
off Lincoln's nose,

this is really gonna suck.

How'd it go?

That's an inappropriate
question, McGee.

Tag. You're it.

She wouldn't say a word
to me in there.

She's usually the
sympathetic one, right?

Abby has her own code.

Stand here.

In the doorway?

Yeah, in the doorway.

McGEE:
Any hits on
the pickup man?

Nothing yet.

Like most things,

it would go faster

if there were two
people working on it.

But since you're baby-sitting

the P-R-I-S-O-N-E-R...

I can spell, Abby.

Really?

Um, okay, how
about T-R-U-S-T?

Look, McGee told me
you had something to do

with the satellites that
helped find my daughter,

and I just wanted
to thank you.

How did you do it?

I analyzed your daughter's hair
using the samples

the blackmailer sent
as proof of life.

As far as a
person's diet goes,

hair is like a time machine.

The longer the hair,
the further back we can travel.

We can find out what she's
been eating, drinking,

the vitamins
and nutrients.

Is she healthy?

Yeah. She is.

Hair grows about

a half an inch a month.

I cut a strand

into equal sections,
and I analyzed each portion.

After she was kidnapped,
your daughter's

drinking habits changed.

Hydrogen and oxygen
isotope ratios--

they vary by region.

But since most water supplies
are tested by law, we could

pinpoint a
general location.

The water
she was drinking was

from eastern
Prince William County.

NSA kept an eye out for her.

It's like a spot in the dark,
a hot spot.

Two, as it turned out.

That was then.

Yup.

Yesterday's
news, Gibbs.

(phone rings)
Just got to hop back in
the DeLorean

and get back
to today's problems.

Can I have McGee
back, please?

Tony needs me to call him.

Probably got lost.

Yeah, go.

Thank you, Abby.

I mean it.

Okay, listen.

So what I didn't tell her is,

until we get the full DNA
test results back,

we don't even know if that hair
belongs to her daughter.

TONY:
Define lost, McGee.

I know exactly where we are.

We're between a tree and a bush.

Directly underneath
the earth's sun.

You're not showing
up on the map.

Let me restart the scan.

You might want to hurry.

Ziva's turning
in circles.

Either the trail's
gone cold

or she's about to mark
her territory.

Got it. Locating.

Tony,

you're about six miles
from where you started.

Kid must have been scared
out of her mind.

McGPS, are we close to anything?

All right, Tony,

there's a structure on the
other side of those woods.

200 yards northwest.

It's the only
building around

for miles.
I got it.

Hey.

That way. 200 yards.

Someone

has been coming
here regularly.

Clear.

This is not right.

Yeah, we're gonna
have to walk

all the way back
to the car.
No.

This room is smaller
than it should be.

Did look bigger
from the outside.

(whispering):
Tony.

Creepy.

She has been moved.

Uh, looks like the help's
been fired.

(camera shutter clicking)

TONY:
Boss, we found
something.

It's not good.

The dead body.
Yeah, go.

Our kidnapper.

Full rigor.

I'd say he was
killed shortly

after we saw him grab the girl
on satellite.

Gunshot to the head.

Execution-style.

Should keep Ducky busy.

No, he won't.

He won't?

No.

Boss,
We're not coming.

Yeah, I know.
this is a crime scene.

Document everything.
Get the hell out of there.

Whoever's behind this
could come back.

Got it.

All right.

Wrap it up, shutterbug.

We're bailing.
We're leaving?

Yeah, we are leaving.

He is staying.
Gibbs doesn't want

any lights, cameras, action.

In case the guy who shot him

comes back.
Wait.

No refrigerator.

No food storage.

He must have brought
in supplies.

The little girl
realizes the routine.

She makes a run for it.
He catches her.

And when the boss hears
that she got away...

He can't trust him
or the safe house.

Kills the guy, moves the girl.

Speaking of moving--
let's go.

Here.

Hairs from her hairbrush.

Were you able to lift
any prints?
Yeah.

I got the prints
off the dead guy.

The rest of the place
is wiped clean.

What is this?

Blood.

Come on. Let's go.

Ketchup.

She was counting the days
with her lunch.

Brave girl.

DUCKY:
Forensic evidence
requires some evidence.

Of late

I have had too many bodies
or none at all.

I'm not here about a dead body.

Yes, well, I hope
you didn't come down

to ask for more patience.

I am not a patient man.

Which led me to realize
that our blackmailer is.

Patient.

He's had the girl
for eight months.

He's also methodical,

calculating,

confident in his ability

to plan and execute.

To wit:

Everything from tank tops

to winter coats.

From summer through winter
and back again.

And even when Domino
was first compromised

and Agent Langer was killed,

he didn't alter
his plans.

He merely extended
his contingencies.

So?

Lee lays low for two months.

Our blackmailer works slowly,
deliberately.

And yet, he killed this man

and moved the girl within
hours of her near-escape.

Fast and slow.

The man is a contradiction.

He only has compassion
when it suits him,

cruelty when it's called for.

I believe the poker
term is a "grinder."

Okay.

Go on.

Well, the only way
to get at him

is to make him believe
he has the winning hand.

He needs to feel safe so that
he can show all his cards.

Otherwise...

He folds.

Goes back
to waiting.

What about the girl?

Unfortunately,

he no longer will see
her as his victim,

but more as a witness
to be disposed of.

(floor creaking)

Did you find her?

I'm here to relieve you.

Thanks.

Have fun.

Sit down.

No, we didn't find her.

Just where she's been held.

Okay, what did you
find exactly?

He moved her.

That's all we know.

Tony...

And if he moved her,
it means she's alive.

Anything else?

What do you want me to say?

I don't want you
to say anything.

Had enough of your lies.

This has never

been about me.

They had Amanda.

I had no choice.

This is for your drop tomorrow.

Same routine?

Except we're gonna grab
your pickup man.

And this time you're
not gonna burn us

or me with your coffee.

You can't arrest him.

He could lead us to my daughter.

We should be following him.

Only person I'm gonna
be following is you.

Home. Now.

Get your things.

BARISTA:
Thank you, sir.

Hi, what can
I get you?

Large drip and a paper.

No problem.

Thank you.

*

Same routine.

I'm having a splashback.

She must be nervous.
(sighs)

You're so naive,
McGullible.

Tony, I spent the morning
with her.

I think I gained
a little insight.

Really?

Hey, let me get
that for you.

What are you doing?

Removing the wool
she's pulled

over your eyes.

Got a little more.

(mumbling):
Hey, come-come on!

I'm not saying I trust her.

Okay?

I'm just saying
I understand her.

A little.

TONY:
Boss.

Lipstick. Off routine.
She could be sending

a signal.
Hold.

MAN:
Hi, good.
How are you?

Who would be low enough

to kidnap a little girl?

Good question.
Answer?

My gosh.

What's wrong?

Um, nothing, sir.

It's just that you've never
been down here.

Before. Alone.

It's just weird.
I mean, not like

kissing-your-brother weird,

but more like new weird.

Like the first time you put
your feet in Jell-O weird.

What do you got?

Oh, it's

Abs. Gibbs

calls me Abs.
"What do you got, Abs?"

You're doing a Gibbs
impression?

No, I'm doing Vance.

What do you got, Abs?

See, now that's better.
It needs work.

Like a little more swagger.

A little gravitas.

But you still weren't doing
a Gibbs impression.

Sciuto.

(beeping)

Extra weird.

Okay, um, I matched six

points on the dead man's
fingerprints,

but there's no data.

There's no banking records,
no address,

no credit history.

The information's been deleted.

His identity's erased.

A spy?

(beeping)

What?

It's test results
found on the hairs

in the little girl's
bedroom-slash-prison.

Okay, most of them match
the little girl.

But there's one different
strand here,

based on the amount
of hair spray

around the cortex, I'd say it
comes from an unknown female.

Blackmailer is a woman?

Well, women can be
criminals, too.

Like Agent Lee.

(beeping)

Wow.

Heard about your techie mojo.

Not that we

talk about you

behind your back.
Appreciate that.

It's the final DNA analysis

of Lee's daughter's hair.

Oh...

Leon....

Too soon for the Leon?

Mm-hmm.

Sorry.

This is bad.

TONY:
Heads up.

The invisible man is back.

Something's wrong, boss.

She's not leaving.
(phone buzzing)

Yeah?

We got a problem.

What?

DNA came back
on the little girl's hair.

She is not Lee's daughter.

No relation.

Lee's lying.

Tell me where my daughter is.
Put it down.

Tell me where....
Give me the paper.

Drop it! Let go!

Give me the paper!

No, you're screwing
everything up!

Now what if he's watching?

He'll kill her!

Who, Amanda?

My wife!

Not your
damn daughter.

DNA tests, they don't lie.

She's my sister.

I raised her
from the time

she was six months old.

I'm the only mother
she's ever known.

Who is she?
My parents adopted her.

And when then
they died,

I promised that
I would look after her,

protect her.

By killing two innocent people?

To save her life.

Every night
I went to bed

praying for this to be over.

And every morning,

I wake up knowing
that it wouldn't be.

Don't tell me
you don't know what this is.

Thought I'd care more
if she was your daughter?

You wouldn't do what I did
to save your daughter's life?

This time you tell the truth.

You should have come to me
as soon as it happened!

Before you murdered two men.

(Lee sobs)

Ted Bankston.

Former NSA analyst.

Yes.

Says you left NSA 12 months ago,

accused of mishandling
classified information.

Yes.

Did you?

Yes.

I stole information.

When you lost your

security clearance,
you needed to find a new source.

What? No.

You hired this guy to grab
the girl, you blackmailed Lee.

No, I've never seen him.

Where's the girl?

You're getting everything wrong!

I don't have anybody.

He has my wife,

and if I don't deliver
the rest of Domino...

he will kill her.

How do you know
he has your wife?

He sends these

in little envelopes.

How long?

Almost a year.

I thought when I left the NSA,

it would end.

But now he uses me
as a drop man for Lee.

I will tell you
whatever you want to know,

go wherever
you want me to go.

Just tell me that
you won't let my wife die.

What do you do with
the information Lee passes you?

He texts me.

Then he sends me different
places to make a drop.

You ever seen him?

No, not in person.

But you've spoken to him?

A few times.

Via computer.

He calls himself

"The Weather Man."

You know, like he can
predict the future,

tomorrow's weather,
you know?

He wants access to Domino

to predict
US military responses.

Troop movements. Why?

Money.

A pipeline is targeted
in Israel.

The Pentagon moves the US
Sixth Fleet to the Middle East.

World market

flinches.

The price of everything
changes right overnight.

Oil, commodities, airlines,

real estate, currency.

Buys and sells stocks.

And he makes millions
every day

simply by knowing one thing:

what's going to happen tomorrow.

And I don't know
if my wife's

even going
to be alive tomorrow.

Boss, NSA report you requested.

Bankston?

Back story checks out.
(cell phone rings)

Dates, reason he left
the NSA, everything.

Yeah, Gibbs.

VANCE:
My office.

On my way.

What do you got, Abs?

(sighs)

Bam.

Okay.

Hair on the left

is from the cabin
in Virginia.

Hair on the right

is from Bankston's wife.

They match.

McGEE:
Bankston's wife

was kept there, too?

ABBY:
Oh, um, it gets worse.

Both hairs are
missing a cellular

protein sheath
that's called...

You know, it makes no
difference what it's called.

What really matters
is that it's missing.

Missing what?

Well, hair
and fingernail roots,

they can show of decomposition,
just like a body.

Proteins break down
and moisture is lost.

Things that
will only happen...

After death.
Yeah.

Bankston's proof of life
was actually proof of death.

His wife is
already dead, Gibbs.

WOMAN (on TV):
Communications tower
was destroyed this morning...

We've got the world
jumping through hoops.

Blackmailer knows
that Domino's real,

least the part
we gave him.

So now what?

Bankston's gonna
tell him the truth.

Lee's got him.

He refuses to hand over
the complete Domino

until he hands over the girl.

It's risky.
(clicks TV off)

Oh, you haven't heard
the risky part yet, Leon.

Going to need the real Domino.

That's not gonna happen.

He finds out it's a fake,
that girl dies.

Paperwork

authorizing use
of the real Domino.

Needs your signature.

We're not risking our
government's military playbook.

You are authorized
to use a decoy.

That's it.

Good luck.

(door closes)

He should have
contacted me by now.

What if he got spooked?

And what about my wife?

Domino's the bait.

Girl's the ploy.
We're keeping it simple.

(cell phone chirps)

That's him.

DiNozzo.

Tell him Lee has Domino.

(cell phone beeping)

She has a gun on him.

Tell him he gets Domino
when she gets her girl.

(cell phone chirping)

DiNozzo.
I'm just going

to type what you say.

Boss?

Deal?
Deal.

DiNozzo.

Tell McGee Adam's Tavern
is the dead drop.

Unmarked units patrolling
a five-block

radius around the bar,
additional agents
on the inside.

Evidence garage, five minutes.

You got him.

Do I get one of those?
No.

(groans)
Sorry.

Me, too.

You've pled your case
with everyone else.

Why not me?

I'm done trying to explain.
No one understands.

I do.

You would do what I did?

Is that too tight?

It's fine.

Thank you.

I'm never going to see
my daughter again, am I?

Probably not.

WOMAN:
Agent DiNozzo,

we're ready
for audio check.

TONY:
Audio check, one, two, three.

Agents at each exit.

Nobody gets made.

This guy is going
to be watching.

Agent Gibbs.

Go.

All right, people,
let's move out.

You're going
to need this.

The Pentagon let you have
the real Domino?

They just arrived at
the rendezvous, Director.

(whispers indistinctly)

Thank you.

(phone beeps)

Yes, Mr. Sec...

When did...?

It was downloaded
from your office.

I assure you...

...another element of your plan
you opted not to share?!

Do I have to come down there
Our plan is...

and personally oversee every
decision that you make?!

I'll deal with it
immediately, sir.

Do that.

Something wrong, Director?
SECNAV.

Somebody
hacked into the Defense

Intelligence computer,

downloaded Domino,
the real Domino.

They traced it back

to your computer, McGee.

You and Gibbs have just
committed treason.

*

TONY (over headset):
We're live, Boss.

Look at him. Man's an artist.

Gibbs.

Fake stakeout drinking.

Watch the Adam's apple move.

Yet, no actual
consumption.

We've got a lot to learn, Ziva.

WOMAN:
Okay, I'll be right back
with your drinks.

(cell phone rings)

Yeah?

Shut it down.

Well, it's a little late
for that.

I know you downloaded
the real Domino.

Damn it. Shut it down!

(phone chirps)
Hold on a second, Leon?

I'm a little busy here.

Call you back.

GIBBS:
Okay, we're up.

Yeah.
Ready to order?

(phone ringing)

I said I'd call you back.

You did?

What, Abs?

I figured it out, Gibbs.
What?

Our dead kidnapper's identity...

er, actually it's
his non-identity.

Very busy here, Abby.

Do you want to call me back?

No, I want you to talk faster.
Faster-- okay.

NSA finally returned my call,
which is good,

because I was starting
to think that their cooperation

on the satellite thing
was just a one-night stand.

And I wouldn't want NCIS

to get the reputation
of being easy...

Abby.

Um, our dead kidnapper's
real name

is Paul Winton, witness

in an NSA/FBI
joint investigation,

put into FBI witness protection.

New identity, new location.

Lived in a safe house,

which is four blocks
from where you are now.

GIBBS:
Address.

1815 Longview.

I ran the power records.

There's some massive juice use.

Take a breath, Abs.

You've earned it.

Ziva.

FBI safe house, 1815 Longview.

Take the agent
from the south exit.

Lee.

You stay put.

Boss, I'll go.

Do it.

DiNozzo, David...

where are they going?

North, fast.

(beeping)

I want to talk to them.
Already dialing.

(line ringing)

They're not answering.

Clear.

What the hell is this?

Computers.

I'm glad you're here.

(beeping)

(camera clicking)

(camera clicking)

(phone ringing)

(phone ringing)

Hey, probie,
what am I looking at?

VANCE:
A career

in the fast food industry.

Director Vance,
how are you, sir?

It looks like sequentially
linked network racks.

I'd say he's developed
his own Internet hub.

That's how he covered
his stock purchases.

Could make it look like
500 different sellers

when it was just one: him.

He's using
an auto-response program.

Doesn't have to be here
to send text messages.

(whispering):
Tony.

I have to call you back.

DiNozzo...

Still breathing.

Sleeping pills.

Uh-oh.

This is not good.

(creaking)
Be careful, Tony.

There's some kind
of pressure plate.

A bomb?

Electrical circuit.

Hardwired
into the grid.

Powers the computers.

She's part of
the circuit.

Cut the power?
No, no, no.

May cause a surge.

Cooks the computers,

destroys the evidence.

And her.

Backup plan
in case he didn't make it.

She wakes up,

shifts her weight
off the pressure plate.

Same result.

You ever seen
Raiders of the Lost Ark?

How much do you think
she weighs?

How much does a gallon
of water weigh?

Eight pounds.

(beeping)

(alarm ringing)

(frightened murmuring)

GIBBS:
Cover the exits.

Shut down the alarm.

Lock it down.

Search everyone.

No one leaves.

I'm gonna say
43 pounds.

More.
(groaning)

Uh-oh.

Too late--
got to move her.

Now.

(electrical buzzing, screaming)

MAN:
Everyone, please stay
where you are.

Gibbs, you got
to let me go, please.

No one leaves.

(frantic murmuring)

WOMAN:
Listen up, everyone.

It's not here.

This is a federal
operation,

and we need
your cooperation.
It never was.

There's no cause
for alarm.

Please, everyone, stay...

(screaming)

(gunfire, screaming)

Keep everyone inside.

Go, go!

(tires screeching, horn honking)

(gunfire)

Drive now!

(gunshot)

(people screaming)

Hey, pal, you can't...

(gunfire)

(screaming)

(gunshot)

McGEE:
Boss, Tony's got Amanda.
She's safe.

(gun firing multiple times)

(no audio)

(gunshot)

Thank you.

Found Bankston's wife.

Buried in back
of an old rental property.

He killed her 12 months ago.

He planted her hair
in the cabin as insurance

in case he got caught.

Thought he was gonna walk
out of that bar

with Domino in his pocket.

This guy thought of everything.

Not everything.

It's probably the best way
for it to end.

Treason, double murder.

She was headed
for a life sentence.

Or worse.

She was never

gonna see her sister again.

SECNAV wants Domino back.

It never left the
building, Leon.

I needed everyone
to think it was real.

Even me.

So, what are you
going to tell her?

Lee a hero or a villain?

Both.

(door opening)

ZIVA:
Red apples.

That's good, Amanda.

Breakfast is served, my lady.

A chocolate chip cookie.
Thank you.

And some hot cocoa.

Your aunt will be here
soon to pick you up.

AMANDA:
Thank you for
helping me

with my drawing, Ziva.

You are one brave little girl.

Where's Michy?

What happened
to your hand?

Michy would want you
to have that.

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