NCIS (2003–…): Season 7, Episode 12 - Flesh and Blood - full transcript

You were a little hot
on the approach, Sayif.

Oh, come on,
I put it right on the numbers.

You do that on your check ride,

- you're going to lose points,
man. - Yeah, yeah.

No hotdogging.

- Everything by the book.
- Get the car, Walid.

I'll only be
a couple of minutes.

Yes, Your Highness.

Wish I had someone like that
to run my errands.

Walid doesn't get his act
together, you can have him.

For the last time, my name
is Anthony DiNozzo Jr.

My father is Anthony DiNozzo Sr.

I live in Washington, DC.

He lives in New York City.

Is that so complicated?

Junior, Senior.

Can you follow that?

What is going on?

Tony's trying to withdraw money
from a bank in New York.

Sounds like they confused
his account

with one of his father's,
and he can't get the money.

Let me get this straight.

You want me to spell
my name again?

Okay.

It's big "D," as in "dimwit."
Little "I," as in "idiot."

Big "N," as in "nimrod."

Little "O," as in "obtuse."

What does he need the money for?

Double "Z,"
as in "ZZ Top," or maybe...

Well, he and a couple
of his frat buddies

have decided to take
a cruise this spring.

No, I'm not kidding!

I'm sure that won't lead
to any trouble.

Clean, wholesome fun.

Put your supervisor
on the line... now!

Why doesn't he just
call his father

to straighten things out?

Yes, I'll hold.

Mind your own business.

Ooh, grouchy.

Left a message
for his father two days ago.

Tony hasn't heard back from him.

Oh, you would like me
to spell my name for you again?

Are you guys in India?

DiNozzo, get off the phone.

Got a dead foreign national.

Pax River. Let's go.

Pax River?

Weren't we just there?

Where are you going
on your cruise?

It's need-to-know information.

You don't need to know.

Aren't you too old
for spring break?

No.

Boss, car is registered to
Beltway Executive Auto Leasing.

Rented to a Prince
Sayif Ibn Alwaan

on a month-to-month.

Hope he got the full coverage.

Appears an explosive device
was placed under the car.

Get the vehicle to Abby.

The victim is Walid Abbas.

He entered the U.S.
on a visitor's visa.

He worked for the prince
as his driver.

You know, there are over 7,000
princes in the royal family.

What do you got, Duck?

- Tell me anything I don't know?
- Well, yes.

He wasn't killed
by the explosion.

At least not directly.

There are no burns
or blistering on his...

the skin of his hands.

Cause of death was most likely
blunt-force trauma

when his head hit the tarmac.

I've heard the saying
"He got blown out of his shoes,"

- but I never thought I'd see it.
- No.

If the explosion had knocked
his socks off,

that would be impressive,
wouldn't it?

How long has Prince Sayif been
in the country?

Almost three months.

He's attached
to the Navy-Marine Corps'

Strike Pilot Training Program.

Where is he? - Last I saw
Sayif, he was in the hangar.

You've been his flight
instructor the whole time?

Oh, no,
he's been through several.

I've only had the pleasure
for the past, uh, couple weeks.

I detect some... friction.

Let's just say

that I hope he doesn't screw up
on his check ride.

That way, he'll graduate the day
after tomorrow with his class,

and he won't be
our problem anymore.

I was just making arrangements
to be picked up.

Cancel them.

Don't want to jump
to conclusions here,

but we have to assume that
that bomb was meant for you.

Until we know otherwise, you're
under our protective custody.

Yeah. I don't think so.

Look, I am sorry about Walid,
Agent Gibbs,

but if you know anything
about the Saudi royal family,

assassinations are
a part of our lives.

I came to the United States
for flight training,

and I'm not going to let
what happened stop me.

Okay. I have no influence
with your country.

But I do
with the United States Navy,

and I'll have your training
stopped immediately.

Okay, protective custody
on my terms.

I'm not going to be sequestered
on any base

or in a government safe house.

I'm staying at the presidential
suite at the Adams House.

If you would like
to protect me there...

you are welcome to.

I've been in contact

with the Saudi embassy.

They insist their Royal Guards
be part of the security detail.

We'll coordinate with them.

Where is Prince Sayif now?

He's here.

We brought him back
to the Navy yard

while his suite and adjoining
rooms are being cleared.

Agent Gibbs.

Ma'am.

Al Jazeera is reporting
that Jihad Al Hurriya

is claiming responsibility
for the assassination attempt.

You aware of them?

Yes. It translates
to "Freedom Warriors."

They're an offshoot
of the Mujahideen.

Didn't know they had a presence
here in the United States.

Don't know.
NSA is checking into it.

You questioned Sayif.

Did he mention Jihad Al Hurriya?

No. He didn't seem too concerned

about the incident
either, ma'am.

The Saudi ambassador assured me

that Prince Sayif
will be leaving the country

as soon as he graduates
from flight training.

So he's only our problem
for two more days, then.

His father Prince Omar
is a major player

in the royal family.

We need to be kept in the loop.

Yes, ma'am.

Let's call the embassy
from my office.

You need me?

Uh, no, boss.

Just got to tell
Tony here something.

What?

You have a visitor.

- Who?
- You'll see.

- Tell me.
- No.

What's the matter with you?

Junior mentioned you.

But he never told me
what you look like.

You are stunning,

Ziva.

Do you ever think
of wearing your hair down?

Junior.

Dad.

What are you doing here?

I just want
this mix-up at the bank

straightened out, all right?

I mean, why is your name still
on the account as a trustee?

Not to worry.
I'Il-I'll take care of it.

All right, well, you know,

you could have just done it
with a phone call.

Sure, and I will.

It's, uh... just that we haven't
seen each other in a long time.

And you thought you'd just
fly down and surprise me?

Well, I took the train.
It's not that far.

You all right?

Never felt better.

I mean, nothing's wrong?

We'll have dinner, catch up.

So, um, tell me about Ziva.

Ziva is Ziva.
Nothing to tell.

Tony!

Hotel suite's been cleared.

- We're headed over.
- Be right there.

Isn't that
Prince Sayif Ibn Alwaan?

Yes, it is.
Where you staying?

My God. He has grown up.

Dad.

How do you know him?

His father... Prince Omar... and I
have been in business together.

We met years ago in Monte Carlo.

What's Sayif doing here?

Well, he was the target

of an assassination attempt
this morning.

Hey, should I continue
holding the door?

I'm coming!
I'll meet you in the garage!

Take it easy!

What happened?

I can't talk about it.

Car bomb.

Has his father been told?

Yes. He's, uh, flying
in from Riyadh.

Look, I have to get Sayif
to the Adams House Hotel.

I'll take you downstairs,
get you a cab.

Are you sure, uh, you don't
want to tell me something?

You're-You're busy.
It can wait.

Who's that with Sayif?

It's his older brother
Prince Abdalla.

Lives here in DC.

He's a deputy minister
at the Saudi embassy.

They do not know I speak Arabic.

Oh, good.

Sayif is getting chewed
out for his Western ways.

His brother believes

that his pleasure-seeking
lifestyle brought on the attack.

That is
too disgusting to translate.

I apologize
for the family disagreement.

Prince Abdalla,
this is Special Agent Gibbs.

Pleasure.

What happened
this morning is very disturbing,

not only for the assassination
attempt on my brother

but the tragic death of Walid.

He was not only Sayif's aide
but a family friend.

You think that Jihad Al Hurriya
was involved?

It's very possible.

They are the sworn enemy
of our government.

Hey, boss.

We got agents posted
in the lobby and the garage.

The Royal Guards

are covering the stairwells
and the corridors.

Excuse me.

Where do you think you're going?

Fitness center.

I'm afraid not; we have
to make sure it's secure,

and you need
to be accompanied by an agent.

Fine.

I choose her.

Oh, Jethro, I was just
about to call you.

X-rays confirm
my initial determination.

Blunt-force trauma was
indeed the cause of death.

I'll be sure to tell him.

Oh! Director Vance.

It's not often that I'm graced
by your presence in Autopsy.

To what do I owe the pleasure?

Gibbs and I spoke
to the Saudi embassy.

They have requested
a quick release of the body

for religious reasons.

Well, as soon as I'm done here,
I can make arrangements

for him to be picked up.

Thank you.

Doctor?

How's your mother doing?

Thank you for asking.

She is, uh,
slipping away slowly,

losing touch with reality.

When I visited her this morning,
in her room,

she insisted that the clock
on the wall was going backwards.

Actually, I've had days
that felt like that.

Haven't we all?

Abby, what are you doing?

Don't say it, Gibbs.
I know.

My shoes and socks.

It's "Mismatch Monday."

- For who?
- For me.

How about it's
"Make My Day Monday" for me?

Okay, I am searching for
the signature of a bomb maker.

I found fragments of a bomb
and I think it's homemade.

Why?

Because my schnozola
has detected a trace

of nitromethane.

I heard Tony's father
is in town.

Yeah, he is.
What triggered it?

I found remnants of a timer.

I'm hoping to find more.

What does he look like?

- Who?
- Tony's father!

I haven't seen him.
Anything else?

Yeah, I'm wondering
if Tony and him have

the same sense of humor.

I'm wondering if you're
gonna focus on the case.

Right. Um...

Okay, so I salvaged

the vehicle's
onboard nav system.

I'm gonna download the data to
a hard drive. -

And, uh, hopefully,

the little magical zeros
and ones will let us know

- where the vehicle's been
and when. - Yeah. Gibbs.

...in MTAC, boss.
- Right, McGee. Be right there.

Thanks, Abbs.

Echelon's picking up chatter,
emanating in real time

from the Washington, DC,
metropolitan area.

This is Barry Kester with NSA.

Special Agent Gibbs.

Hey.
We locked on the IP address

of the computer sending
the message.

Could be a Jihad Al Hurriya
operative in the area.

Have a location in a second.

Key words intercepted
were "Prince Omar,"

"assassination,"
"contract," and "killer."

We got it.

Computer is in
the guest business center

of the Adams House.

That's where we're keeping
Prince Sayif.

I'll take the stairs.

Hey! Hey!

Where's the business center?

- What? - The business center!
Where is it?

Oh, uh, down that corridor,
on the left.

Okay!

Where is
the guest business center?

- Uh... Ju...
- Where?!

- Um, right down there.
- Okay!

Federal agents. Hands
in the air. -

Junior, what's the matter
with you?

Put that thing down.

Someone could get hurt.

Maybe Tony didn't have a mother.

Maybe he was cloned.

Well, there certainly is
a strong familial resemblance.

Hi. Jethro Gibbs.

Oh. Agent Gibbs.

Well, you finally get
to meet the real Tony DiNozzo.

I didn't expect it was going
to be under these circumstances.

Have a seat.

You've got
some explaining to do.

Well, I was just, uh, e-mailing
some of my business associates...

I'm developing a resort
on St. Bart's.

Um, Junior wouldn't explain,

but, uh, what warranted guns
being pointed in my face

and being brought down here
for questioning?

You used certain key words
that were picked up

on a global
surveillance network.

Monitors,
voice and data transmissions.

Wow.

That stuff really exists?

I thought that was
only in spy movies.

How does it work?

It's classified.

Oh.

This where you bring the, uh,
bad guys for the third degree?

You mentioned "Prince Omar"
and "assassination"

in your e-mails.
Why?

I confess.

I'm a bit of an opportunist.

Uh, money's tight these days,

and I'm missing
a key piece of financing.

So I thought that fate
had interceded when I heard

that Al was going to be in town.

Al?

Oh, yeah, that's what

Prince Omar Ibn Alwaan's
friends call him... yeah.

So I was notifying
some of my investors

that, uh, Al was going
to be in town

because of the
assassination attempt

on his son.

Ah. Why are you
at the Adams House?

Oh, I'm staying there.

It's my favorite in Washington.

Donald... the concierge...

he's a miracle worker.

He can get you
anything you want:

theater tickets,
restaurant reservations...

Have you ever been
to the Rooftop Grill?

No.

Oh... They've got
the best rib eye in town.

He's right about that.

It is delicious.

You keep your father clear
of the Ibn Alwaan family.

Right, boss.

Make sure he gets the message.

Got it.

- Abby.
- Gibbs! Hi, Gibbs.

- Hi.
- Um...

I just... I wanted to see

what Tony's dad
looked like, but...

- Go.
- I'm just gonna go.

- Yeah.
- Yeah, okay.

Okay, Dad.

TONY SR. :
Junior.

What are you thinking?

- He's not involved.
- But?

But he's got an agenda.

Agreed.

Thanks.

Macallan 18, three fingers,
one ice cube.

Hmm. You remembered.

Well, what would
cocktail hour be

without a single-malt scotch
and a lecture from Senior?

And now you're going
to lecture me?

What are you drinking?

Nonalcoholic beer.

Hmm.

The downside to law enforcement.

Are there any upsides?

Well, I get to carry a gun.

You've always been disappointed
I became a cop.

No.

Felt that way to me.

I always, uh, was supportive.

I never said anything.

Exactly.

What did you want me to say?

Well, I don't know.

Maybe like, uh, "Hey, Junior,

"I'm glad you found a career
you're passionate about.

I'm proud of you
and what you're doing."

Something like that.

How do you know
I don't feel that way?

How would I?
We never talked.

I mean...

I get it.

It must have been tough.

Your wife dies, and you're left
with an eight-year-old kid.

But your solution, Dad,
was to warehouse me

in boarding schools
and summer camps.

And half the time,
I never knew where you were

or what you were doing.

I needed a closer relationship.

You forget.

We took some great vacations
together.

Like the trip to Maui
where you left me

in a hotel room for two days,

and I was 12 years old?

Oh, come on, Junior.

I explained that to you.

I had to go back
to the mainland to close a deal.

With a rich divorc?e.

Who was, uh, very attractive,

as I recall.

A deal is a deal.

How's my current stepmother?

Ex-stepmother.

Oh, I'm sorry to hear that.

I actually liked Karen.

Phoebe.

You missed one.

Were you going
to tell me about that?

I don't like to advertise
my failures.

Well, my condolences.

My congratulations.

And my condolences.

Thank you.

I have to relieve Ziva.
Now, listen...

you stay away
from the Ibn Alwaans.

Please.

I'll call you.

Sayif's rented car went in
for its 10,000-mile service

the day before the explosion.

The dealership was losing tools,

so they installed surveillance
cameras to cover all the bays.

Now, the mechanic didn't see
anything unusual on the vehicle.

And, as you can see,

nothing was placed under it
while it was there.

We backgrounded the mechanic...
he is clean...

so the explosive device had
to be planted on the vehicle

after it left the dealership.

I'm gonna focus
on that time period.

Hey, how'd it go at the hotel?

Prince Sayif is a chauvinistic,
royal pain in the tush.

Well, he's not used
to anyone saying no to him.

You may have to hire someone
to protect him from me.

Gibbs.

I just got

a back-channel call from Ml-6.

They have a deep-cover mole
planted inside Jihad Al Hurriya.

He made contact this morning.

You confirm they're responsible?

Just the opposite.

Claim's bogus.

Just somebody grabbing
media attention.

Well, how reliable is the mole?

What's his batting average?

Led the league.
He's batting a thousand.

Chatter indicates
that we've been looking

in the wrong direction.

This was not an attack
by terrorists.

Do you have any other leads?

No.

Okay, so how many amendments
to the Constitution?

Uh, Bill of Rights
is the first ten.

Prohibition's 18.

I'm guessing 23.

- Twenty-seven. - Nobody likes
a smart-ass, David.

Why do I have to study
all of this and you don't?

I was born here.

Hello, Mr. DiNozzo.

Tony... please.

Morning, Ziva.

Good morning, Tony.

Are you waiting for somebody?

No. Uh...

You've got Junior working
so hard,

I was just killing some time

people watching.

Uh...

Your hair looks great.

Thank you.

Oh, boy.

Straighten your leg.

There you go. Mm-hmm.

Is that good?

Very good.

Feel the stretch
behind your knees.

Sting does a lot of yoga,
and I like him.

Mm-hmm,
keep breathing. - DiNozzo.

Boss.

You know, it's not as bad
as it looks.

It's actually an ancient
form of meditation.

It's a good thing.

Special Agent Gibbs,
you had breakfast?

The party's over.

Oh, ow, ow, ow, oh.

Explain.

Sayif had a date.

He actually had a... he had a...
he had a couple of dates.

And he wanted to go clubbing,
and I had to make

the command decision
that we would go clubbing

here in-in-in the
penthouse suite, and then

Ashley the a.m. yoga instructor
arrived.

And I guess things got
a little out of hand.

This a good thing?

Well, nobody got hurt.

I got in a stretch.

What's going on here?

Relax, Abdalla.

What, what?

Father's plane landed
a half hour ago.

He'll be here any minute.

Ladies, out.

- Time to leave.
- Okay.

Get yourself dressed, Sayif.

What were you thinking?

Honestly, I didn't think
you'd be here for another hour.

Time to get up.

- These yours?
- Oh, yeah.

I'll intercept Father
in the lobby.

Has it been that long?

Oh, at least.

'96, I think.

Son.

Father.

Well, uh...

I have a little family matter

to attend to, but, uh,
then we should talk.

Where are you staying?

Oh, right here in this hotel.

Wonderful. Wonderful.

Come, let's go.

I told you to handle it.

I spoke to him.

I think he's losing his hearing.

Give me a reason
not to bench you.

I won't let him out of my sight.

I've got something.

So do I.

What do you got?

You show me yours first.

Whoever made this bomb...
amateur.

Sloppy, sloppy, sloppy.

Cheap components,
poorly constructed, and you want

to know the weird thing?

The timer didn't set it off.

How's that?

This bomb was supposed to go off

30 minutes
after it actually did.

Then what triggered it?

I have a theory.

None of the wires

were properly insulated
or grounded.

So anything
could have set it off,

like a bump or a really,
really strong vibration.

Witnesses saw a jet
flying low overhead.

So show me yours.

After Sayif's car left
the service station,

it only went two places...
hotel garage

where security cameras show
that no one approached it

and Pax River the next morning.

GPS shows that after Sayif
was dropped off at the hangar,

the car drove to a remote part
of the base

where there
are no security cameras.

That's the only place the bomb
could have been planted.

Hmm, so... where are you going?

I got to check with Ducky
about something.

Will you be accompanying
the body back to Riyadh?

Yes. Walid died in the service
of my brother.

Our families have been friends
for as long as I can remember.

I'm gonna have to ask you
to wait right here.

- What is it?
- Prince Abdalla,

this is Dr. Mallard,
our medical examiner.

I'm sorry, but I cannot
release the body just yet.

I was told
Walid's body is ready.

We have a royal jet standing by
at the airport.

I apologize
for the inconvenience,

but I have one more test
I must perform.

I can assure you
there will be no desecration.

This is unacceptable.

Your state department
will hear from my embassy.

Come on, Dad,
I got a lot of work to do.

Almost done, Junior.

You'll be happy to know that,
among other things,

I've straightened out that
mix-up with your bank account.

The funds will be available.

Oh, that's great.

Do you have to stick your nose
in everyone's business?

Makes me a good investigator.

DiNozzo.

Give me that.

It's for me.

Elke?

8:00.

Perfect.

- Yeah, I'm in suite 901.
- 901.

Still have those magic fingers?

You know I do.

- Can't wait.
- Bye, bye.

You gave a call girl
this number?

Junior, that was the hotel spa.

I'm a little tense.

I need a massage.

Oh, Gibbs, Ziva.

- Sayif behaving?
- He is fine.

Who's watching Prince Charming?

He's in the air.

His check ride.

He cannot get in trouble
for the next three hours.

Unless his instructor ejects
him at 20,000 feet.

Well, you're busy
and I'm in the way here.

I'm going to go
back to the hotel.

Uh, you know what, I am going

to make you an offer
you can't refuse.

Very Special Probationary Agent
Ziva David is going to give you

a personal, special tour
of NCIS headquarters.

Come on.

Well, that is a lovely offer,
but I'm sure Ziva must be busy.

Yeah, she is.

I'll show you around.

Boss...

We'll start with the armory.

Back to work.

I'm flashing back.

Boarding school.

Headmaster wants
to talk to my dad.

Yeah, Tony.

- Where are you?
- Autopsy.

Emergency. Boss really needs you
up here right now.

Get your skinny butt
on the move, pronto! Run!

What do you want McGee to do?

Use his computer magic.

I need to find out

what my father's been doing
on this thing.

'Cause he's up to something.

I can smell it.

This doesn't look
like an armory to me.

Sit.

When you offered
to take me on the tour,

I suspected you had
an ulterior motive.

What's on your mind?

Your son.

What has, uh...
Junior done now?

Tony likes to hide
behind the face of a clown.

But he's the best young agent
I've ever worked with.

Well, I'm glad to hear that.

When was the last time
you talked to him?

I mean, really... talked to him?

Well, we keep in touch.

Four years ago,

your son came very close
to dying from pneumonic plague.

And I expected to see you.

You didn't show then.

Why are you here now?

He never told me he was sick.

Oh, so you don't keep in touch.

What's your point?

Tony inherited
his personality from you.

But I get the feeling there's
a lot about your life

you don't share.

I should tell you to piss off.

But I do know that Junior
thinks the world of you.

So I'll keep this civil.

You have children, Gibbs?

Had.

A daughter.

But unfortunately...

I didn't get the chance
to know her as an adult.

You have that opportunity
to get to know Tony.

Do it.

Are we finished?

Abby.

You were right.

The trace evidence that Ducky
swabbed from Walid's hands...

it was unexploded particles
of nitromethane.

The same explosive in the bomb.

Walid planted the bomb
under Sayif's car.

Nice work.

You, too.

So, Walid unintentionally
blew himself up

when the vibrations from the jet

triggered the explosion.

And the victim was
his own killer.

Hinky.

What was Walid's motive
for planting the bomb?

Well, as Sayif's aide,
he had plenty of opportunities

to kill the prince
while they were alone.

Maybe he was a suicide bomber

and supposed to be
in the car with Sayif.

Would look like a terrorist act.

Hey, DiNozzo, are you with us?

Yeah, boss.

Whoever hires
the women around here

deserves a bonus.

They're not only beautiful,

but they're bright.

Oh, stop it.

This the end of the tour?

I think I've showed
him everything.

Well, uh, not everything.

Dad.

Agent Grady is waiting
for you in Polygraph.

She would like to give you
a demonstration.

Oh, no one's wiring me up.

But I would like to ask Abby
a few more questions.

- Hmm?
- Well, come on, then.

Okay. We've been treating
Walid like the victim.

Let's start looking
at him as the murderer.

Background him.

Well, Sayif's the one that spent
the most time with him

and was the targeted victim.

He lands in 45 minutes.

Go.
Both of you, go talk to him.

DiNozzo, get away
from that computer.

We got to brief State.

Have to break one
of your rules, boss.

"Never say you're sorry."

I let things get out of control
in the hotel room.

Yeah, it's covered.

- Rule 18.
- Oh, yeah.

"It's better to seek forgiveness
than ask permission."

Am I forgiven?

No.

You've been distracted
by your father.

It's that obvious?

He's not the man
I thought he was.

I don't know my father.

No, boss, my father's
always been a mystery to me.

Just a wealthy one.

It turns out he's broke.

He has been for years.

His bank accounts are overdrawn,
credit cards are frozen,

property's foreclosed.

The guy's tapped out.

How'd you find that out?

McGee got me into his records.

But it turns out Senior's
been living high on the low

for quite some time.

I wonder if he was ever
as rich as he appeared.

I think the reason
he came to town to see me

was to confess the charade.

But when he figured out
that Prince Omar was coming

to town, I think he, uh...

he saw the chance
for one last score.

His whole life's one big con.

What are you going
to do about it?

End the game.

When?

Time to do it's when he checks
out of the hotel.

He's staying
in a $1,000-a-night suite.

He can't afford it.

He's running up a huge tab.

I'll get him when he tries
to pay the bill.

What can you tell me, Gibbs?

Well, we know
who planted the bomb.

Oh, my protection detail.

Miss me?

We need to ask you
a few questions about Walid.

Aren't you going to ask
if I passed my check ride?

Did you?

With flying colors.

Good.
Now you can go home.

Aw.

Hey. How long have you
and Walid been friends?

He was not my friend.

He was assigned to me
by the embassy.

My brother, to be exact.

- Were they close?
- Since they were kids.

The two of them shared
religious and political beliefs.

Your lifestyle has to be
an embarrassment to them.

I think Walid's

real job was to keep
an eye on me for my brother.

He would do anything
Abdalla asked him to do.

What?

Walid planted the explosive
under your car.

Gibbs.

Agent Gibbs...

what is it I can do for you?

You leaving?

Shortly.

You just arrived.

Pressing family matters.

We think your son's driver Walid

planted the bomb.

If Prince Abdalla's here,
we'd like to speak with him.

Sayif called
and told me everything.

If you came here to ask Abdalla

if Walid was following
his orders,

the answer is yes.

He admitted it?

Unfortunately, he did.

And why would he do that?

He told me he felt
his brother's lifestyle

would bring shame to our family.

He thought it better
if Sayif die as a martyr.

I'm sorry what he did
took place on your soil.

Where is Prince Abdalla?

At the airport,
aboard a royal jet.

Well, he's going to have
to answer for what he's done.

As a member of the embassy's
administrative staff,

Abdalla has diplomatic immunity.

His safe passage is ensured.

You're gonna let him
just get away?

He still is my son, Agent Gibbs.

Fathers do what they have
to do for their children.

This is my problem.

He will be dealt with
most severely, I assure you.

Now, if you'll excuse me.

Oh...

Agent DiNozzo...

would you please tell
your father I regret

not having more time
to spend with him?

Let him know I'll be
in Monte Carlo next month.

Maybe we can see
each other there.

Prince Omar said
you could catch up with him

in Monte Carlo next month.

He left?

He-He just landed

this morning.

Well, yeah...
he's got a lot on his mind, Dad.

Cut him some slack.

Well, you have work
to do, Junior.

- I can check myself out.
- Oh, no.

I've got time.

I'll even drive you
to the station.

What do you think about that?

Already called for a cab.

Oh.

Hi...

Taylor.

How may I help you?

Uh, I'm checking out.

DiNozzo, suite 901.

Would you like me to leave that
on your credit card?

Actually, um...

I need to talk
to you about that.

I'll take care of Mr. DiNozzo.

Uh, that's all right.
I'm sure that, uh...

Taylor can handle this.

Um...

Bruce, uh...

I'm experiencing some problems

with my credit card.

Ah.

I don't think we'll be
needing it, Mr. DiNozzo.

Your bill has been paid in full.

I'll get you a copy
for your records.

Oh, and also, something
has been left here for you.

What is it?

A note from, uh, Prince Omar...

Al...

and a, uh, confirmation number

for an open-ended

first-class flight
to Monte Carlo.

I guess he...

felt guilty
about standing me up.

You lead a charmed life,
don't you?

It was great seeing you, Junior.

I enjoyed our talk.

We should do that more often.

Yes, sir.
Absolutely.

I mean it.

I...

I love you, Anthony.

I love you.

Hey.
Steak, cowboy-style.

I love it.

Your father leave?

Yeah.

Should be in New York by now.

So, how'd it go?

He skated again.
Guy's amazing.

So, what happened?

Ah, his buddy Omar

picked up the tab, bought him an
airline ticket to Monte Carlo.

Where'd you get the money, Tony?

What?

How do you do it?

Well...

I didn't really need
to go on a cruise

with my fraternity brothers,
did I?

Getting a little old
for that stuff.

Eh, you conned the con man.

Runs in the family.

Why'd you do it?

He's my father.

He is who he is.

I couldn't bust him.

Sometimes it's better to keep
what you know to yourself.

Amen.