NCIS (2003–…): Season 7, Episode 4 - Good Cop, Bad Cop - full transcript

(grunting)

MAN:
Here we go.

Bring it down.

Four damn shrimp?

A couple more, and we'll have
enough for dinner.

- Ugh!
- Come on, man.

Where's your sense of humor?

I left it
at the laser-tag arena.

Now, that was a dumb idea
of yours.

Ah, here we go.

But the only thing dumber

than your idea
to become shrimp fishermen

in the Indian Ocean

is me for coming with you.

Oh, there's a bag
caught up in the net.

Hey, maybe it's a big bag
of shrimp.

Oh, my God,
I'm going to kill you

and I'm going to leave
your corpse out here to rot.

And when they find you,
you're gonna look like...

What is that?

Oh!

Ugh!

(clicking tongue rhythmically)

Tony, I know
that I am on a deadline

with these
investigation reports,

so the clock is redundant.

When was the last time
you had a late paper?

I bet you were
a wee probie, probie.

Last time was never.

And no PC-wiping macro virus
is going to blemish my streak.

Do you hear that?
Listen.

(clicking tongue rhythmically)

Stop it with the ticktock!

Oh, I'm sorry, Cap'n Hook.

I didn't see any crocodiles.

Maybe it's in your head.

Or your heart.

It's an Edgar Allan Poe
reference.

That's right, I read.

Maybe you got a body buried
under your floorboards.

Well, the day is young.

ZIVA:
You need a body buried, McGee?

Sheesh.

Oh.

You want to make your deadline,
and I am waiting

on the status of my application
to become an agent.

Oh, those applications
take forever to vet.

Even then, it's conditional
upon you becoming

an official citizen.

- But teamwork is still possible,
- (Tony panting)

even though I am not
an official member of the team.

You catch my grift?

Drift.

I got heart palpitations.

You really scared me.

Someone dial 9-1,
and wait-wait for me to tell you

to dial the last one.

You know, I could access
the employment database,

put a rush on your file.

And I could finish your ROIs.

You know, you got to dial 9
to get out of the building,

so dial 9-9-1, and then wait
for me to tell you to dial

- the last one.
- You also got to do

Tony's paperwork for the week.

It's a long story.

Tony bet me that he could erase
this virus off my computer.

He cheated, I know he cheated.

I just don't know how yet.

Why do you find it
so hard to believe

I could hack that sucker out?

You cannot even work
your e-mail properly.

You always reply "to all."

It drives me absolutely nuts.

You know, when it comes
to computers,

you are almost
as incompetent as Gib...

(laughs)

You thought Gibbs
was behind you.

You know why?

'Cause sneaky people
expect sneakiness.

It's a vicious circle.

Boss is in MTAC with Vance.

Shrimping boat netted
a marine's body off the coast

of Tanzania.

Apparently all they found
was, uh, bones, soupy flesh,

and a mangled dog tag.

Somebody like to light a fire

under Special Agent Dunham
in Tanzania?

MAN:
Yes, sir.

You out of toothpicks?

I pulled one earlier.

I got a splinter in my cheek.

Cut myself shaving this morning.

You know, these things
come in threes.

- You superstitious?
- I'm a little stitious.

MAN:
We have contact.

Director Vance, Gibbs,
sorry for the delay.

It's the damn satellites.

You working on anything
other than that beard, Dunham?

Yeah, boys and I got
a pool going

to whoever grows it
the thickest.

It looks like a damn
Teen Wolf convention.

We saw your crime scene photos.
It's a hell of a mess.

Dental records confirmed
the marine as Staff Sergeant

Daniel Cryer.

I talked to his former C.O.

Said Cryer was sharp,

had experience infiltrating
terrorist cells.

Past tense?

He's a deserter.

Went U.A. six months back.

There was a short investigation,
but he was never caught.

Always a step ahead.

Not surprised.
They trained him to disappear.

Got a tip
he'd been spotted in Jordan.

Who was your source?

Former Israeli officer.

Does security consulting
along the Red Sea.

Claimed Cryer was hanging
his own shingle.

What was he selling?

Connections, and not sure

of the why or the how,
but Cryer was spotted

boarding a small freighter
bound for East Africa.

The name of that freighter
was...

The Damocles.

Yes, sir, that's the one.

It was lost at sea,

and salvage vessels
never recovered any wreckage.

Guess Cryer went down
with the ship.

That would account
for him being dead.

Doesn't explain
why he was wrapped in plastic.

DUNHAM: There's no way to know
what went down on board.

There were no survivors.

I saw the official report.
You stay close, Chad.

(static crackles)

We know someone who lived
through that shipwreck.

You saw this coming.

You didn't?

You know her better than I do.

Closer to her than anyone.

Your relationship with her
father doesn't tie your hands?

No, it absolutely does.

So, good cop, bad cop?

Plenty of ways
to break someone, Leon.

I figure
she's been broken enough.

Okay, good cop, bad cop.

Which one are you?

How's my agent
application coming?

I am working my magic.

Trust me, Ziva,
when I'm through, you will be...

(computer chiming)

Ooh, code blue?

Someone's been blackballed.

They gave you the red flag.

What is blue, black, and red?

Zebra in a blender.

That's black, white,
and red all over.

- Newspaper.
- Penguin with a sunburn.

TONY:
Nun falling down stairs.

Hey! Why have I been rejected?!

Seems we have a problem.

Give me everything
on Staff Sergeant Daniel Cryer.

McGEE (over phone):
You got it, boss.

(remote beeps)

You red-flagged my application?

There are inconsistencies
that need to be addressed.

My psych evaluation?

Yes.

Inconsistencies
in my psychological profile?

Somewhat troubling.

But expected.

You were held
in a prison camp for months.

But you survived it, didn't you?

You didn't talk about that
with the counselor.

So now I'm going to talk
about it with you.

You've been in the service
of two masters for too long.

Your loyalty to your father and
Mossad predates anything else.

My father is not an issue.

VANCE:
Okay. You want to stay

here at NCIS, let's talk.

That's the price of admission.

Let's start with the events
that led you to the camp.

Running a diagnostic

on the virus you removed
from my computer.

It's gone, probie.
Get over it.

I can't even figure out
how the virus got in the system.

Wasn't an attachment.

Wasn't a Trojan horse.

Did you quarantine the file?

Hey, I'm a hacker.

I hack.

We got bigger issues.

Ziva's in with Principal Vance,

getting paddled
or up a creek without one.

We got a dead marine, right?

What do we got?

All right, I'll tell you
what we got.

We got Marine Staff Sergeant
Daniel Cryer.

Recruited right out
of high school.

Talk faster. Eliminate the dead
air between your words.

My mind absorbs things
very quickly.

Received training
at Camp Pendleton,

then shipped out
on multiple tours

in Iraq and Afghanistan.

Specialized
in counterintelligence.

Immaculate record
until six months ago.

Unauthorized absence... failed
to report back to his firebase

outside Kandahar.

Stopped communicating
with family and friends.

Take a breath, have a keyboard.

Well done.

What about the Damocles?

Lost at sea about
a hundred miles off the coast

of Tanzania, which was

a couple hundred miles
off its charted course.

They got lost at sea
before they got lost at sea.

So we got Ziva

on a ship
that went down somewhere

it wasn't supposed to be,
and a body bag filled

with goo from a dead marine that
wasn't supposed to be there.

And nothing is what
it's supposed to be.

Gibbs tosses us,
the investigation disappears.

It's like Alien,
the Ridley Scott classic.

The creepy one.

As opposed
to the non-creepy ones?

Well, Cameron's
was more actiony than creepy,

and Fincher's was more sleepy.

Jeunet's was sort of
a French-fried...

I don't know what to call it.

Anyway, point is, I hear

skittering through
the air ducts.

(high-pitched squeaking)

Ziva hasn't been Ziva
since we brought her home.

Something happened
to her out there.

Now we're waiting to see if
something pops out of her chest.

You're speaking
metaphorically, right?

Where you going? You're not
supposed to leave the bridge.

I'm gonna go see Abby.

We should stay in pairs.

(computer beeping)

Hmm. Soothing.

Are you kidding me?

This is horrible.

It's terrible.

I don't like it at all.

Well, then
I don't like it, either.

What? I'm agreeing with you.

Do you have any idea
what you're agreeing to?

No, 'cause if you did,
you wouldn't agree.

(sighs)

These are thermal images
of weather patterns.

What we have here is a close-up
of a high-pressure system

pushing into a
low-pressure area.

The new air becomes
warm and moist,

so while the warm air
continues to rise,

the surrounding air has
to swirl in and take its place,

which gives you?

Snow?

- Tropical storms.
- Tropical storms.

Horn of Africa?

This is about the Damocles.

Well, what have you
been working on?

Ziva said in her report that
the ship went down in a storm.

Based on the date,

this would have been

the only weather pattern
violent enough.

Yeah.

But Cryer's body

was found way over here.

Yeah.

Stop agreeing with me, McGee.

(Abby sighs, computer beeps)

Cryer's body must
have been carried

by the Agulhas Current
along the coast of Africa.

But the storm...
it never went that far south.

It stayed in the
equatorial countercurrent.

So if Cryer went down
with the ship...

As far as the ship is concerned,

in my purely scientific,
fact-based opinion,

that ship was never
anywhere near that storm.

Tell me I'm wrong, McGee.

Abby, I don't like it
either, but...

- Don't say it.
- Abby.

I got it.

Using your calculations

of where the body was found,

we can backtrack
the ocean current to find

the exact location
where the Damocles went down.

And we can tell the salvage ship
where to look for the wreckage.

They should already
be there by now.

I called it in like an hour ago.

TONY:
What's with the sushi bar?

Staff Sergeant Cryer's body
was not alone

on its considerable time adrift.

Yum.

Yeah, that's probably
what they thought

when they were feeding
on his flesh.

Much like insects on land,

creatures of the sea have
a cyclical feeding pattern.

A pattern that can help confirm
how long a body has been dead.

In the case
of Staff Sergeant Cryer,

approximately 16 weeks.

Fits with the time frame
of the Damocles' sinking.

However, drowning
was not the cause of death.

Gunshot penetrated
above the left ear.

Yeah, look at that.

No exit.

The missing jaw,
the occipital fractures.

- That is the exit wound.
- (phone ringing)

Unfortunately, we were unable
to find a slug.

Yes, McGee.

What is the good news?

(McGee speaks indistinctly)

Oh, that's bad.

Oh, that's really bad.

Yeah, all right.

Oh, Tony.

Yeah, Ducky, I'll let you know

if there's anything else
you can do.

(chuckles)

Your father Eli David
offered you

the vacant slot
in the Kidon unit,

previously held
by Michael Rivkin.

That is correct.

Director David had intel
that could be used

to track the terrorist
Saleem Ulman...

responsible for the deaths
of Americans and Israelis,

including a Mossad agent.

I cannot comment
on Mossad operations.

I know this to be true,
because I'm the one

who provided Eli with the intel.

You are no longer
in the employ of Mossad.

That does not change anything.

That's what concerns me.

All right, let's stick
to geography.

You crossed
the Israeli border at Eilat.

You booked passage somehow

on a cargo ship out of Aqaba.

You set out through the Red Sea

towards the coast of Somalia.

But the Damocles
never made it to port.

No, it did not.

Which brings me
to the first question

I actually need an answer to.

We recovered a body
from the Damocles,

wrapped in plastic.

He was already dead
before the ship went down.

The question.

Can you explain that?

Occasionally, people die
on board on a ship in transit.

In most cases,
the corpse is wrapped

and then stored in a freezer.

This body had
a bullet hole in it.

I want to know how

Staff Sergeant
Daniel Cryer died.

- (knock at door)
- GIBBS: Yeah?

(remote beeps)

What do we got?

Salvage ships finally located
the Damocles.

Found 18 more bodies
in a cargo space.

Looks like the entire crew
was executed.

(door opens)

DUCKY:
Oh.

Aren't you on the wrong side...

...of the glass?

Oh, look at her.
Look at the state she's in.

I would have thought
you'd have wanted

to be in there yourself,

rather than having
Vance interrogate her.

Don't you have some bodies
to tend to, Duck?

The evidence from the Damocles
is being unloaded as we speak.

Isn't this punishing her?

I mean, you're not concerned
that she might lie to you?

Ah, maybe it's tough love.

You do know there
are other kinds.

(door opens, shuts)

You're charging me with a crime.

Seems like one's been committed.

Ship looks like a war zone.

Jordanian flagship.

It is not your jurisdiction.

You are my jurisdiction.

At least, you want to be.

Have a seat.

For the record,

the U.S. marine among the dead...
that makes it my business.

For the record,

I have not yet charged you
with a crime.

Then why am I here?

For the record.

Start recording.

(beeps on)

I should remind you
that there is such a thing

as a crime of omission.

Take me to the Damocles.

(chatting in Arabic)

(spits)

(speaks Arabic)

That is no way
to begin a relationship.

Cup of tea?

Thank you.

My own blend.

A family tradition.

You are a woman.

You're a genius.

I have no problem with women.

But I cannot vouch for my men.

I'm not paying you
to assure my safety.

What are you paying me for?

Passage.

And discretion.

The second I can guarantee.

As for the first...

To Somalia.

You have been misinformed.

The Damocles
is headed for Masqat.

That is not true.

You lie.

To protect his crew, of course.

Shalev, my friend,

what offense have I done that
you would send me such people?

Their money is good.

All money is good.

Welcome aboard.

We leave tonight.

The crew is sitting down to eat.

Ziva, you are coming?

Not hungry.

Aviv, you go ahead.

- We're right behind you.
- Okay.

We do not need
to make friends with the crew.

We need their trust.

And breaking bread
will ease their nerves?

At the moment, it is not
their nerves which concern me.

Have you ever seen
a snake shed its skin

and then try to crawl
back into it?

It is not natural.

You don't need your old skin.

It is who you are inside.

Just relax.

Let it grow back.

The Americans left you, Ziva.

Your family never has.

(indistinct chatter)

What are you looking for?

Hey, all right,
all right, all right.

I just thought
this was the head.

Tell the truth.

Or I shoot you.

In the head.

I made a mistake.

It was just a mistake.

I cannot help but question.

You say you are going
to Somalia?

Why?

I don't know.

No one goes to Somalia

without a reason.

Very few go with a reason.

He tells the truth.

He does not know.

He just works for me.

He opens doors
he should not be opening.

I feel I should shoot him!

ZIVA:
I would rather you did not.

I asked him to find us
some... privacy.

Oh.

He works for you.

Yes.

Good night.

(panting)

I didn't mean to...

Not another word.

You should not be
snooping around.

Yeah, well,
that's how I make my living.

Not if you do anything
to jeopardize this mission.

I will kill you myself.

And the man you saved
that night, who was he?

He was a private contractor
we hired to put us on the ship.

He said his name
was Daniel Shalev.

VANCE:
But you know otherwise.

ZIVA: That was the name
he used in Jordan.

He went by Daniel Cryer
when he was a U.S. marine.

Did you know he was a marine?

In a ship filled
with smugglers and thieves,

he did not fit in.

So you trusted him?

Do you know the word
"mishpacha"?

It's "family."

He was not.

You cannot trust a man
whose loyalty has a price.

(gasps)

Hmm. Nice bedside manner.

You're lucky you're not dead.

That's true for anyone.

The others are up at the,
uh, breakfast buffet.

Malachi wanted to let
you get some rest.

Past couple of weeks
have been trying.

Who are you exactly, Mr. Shalev?

Your Hebrew name does not fit.

Well, I was just bar mitzvahed.

Late-life awakening?

Not too late.

I'm 31 years old.

And adept at dodging questions.

"Who am I?"

Anybody really like answering
that question?

How do you define yourself?

You are...

...what you say.

You are what you eat.

You are what you do.

You are reckless.

Hmm.

You mean last night
with that psycho Numas?

I've talked my way
out of worse situations.

I'm sure you have.

(stammers)

If you don't want
to give yourself away,

lose the jewelry.

I would sooner die
than take this necklace off.

You ought to know.

(phone ringing)

Get it.

You get it;
you're the senior field agent.

So it's my responsibility

to answer Gibbs' phone
in his absence?

Yeah.

Then you have to get it.

- Uh, how do you figure that?
- Because you're supposed

to do all my work
because of the bet.

(phone continues ringing)

This is Special Agent McGee.

MAN: We have
Mossad Officer Ben-Gidon.

Okay, I'll escort him up.

Escort who?

Someone named Ben-Gidon.

Get him.
I'll get Gibbs.

The ship was supposed
to resupply Saleem.

You greased Cryer's palm
to book passage.

You're making him sound
like something he was not.

He cashed out of the Corps.

Look,

I have learned
many things from Gibbs.

One of the first lessons...

there is no such thing
as an ex-marine.

Regardless
of who Cryer had become.

Boss, we got a problem.

What can we do for you,
Officer Ben-Gidon?

I've come for Ziva David.

You're holding a member
of my team hostage in there.

Your team's had a rough year.

I think you already missed
your chance to rescue Ziva.

Then I hope I've arrived
in time to rescue her from you.

- Hostage?
- Yeah.

That's the word
of Officer Malachi Ben-Gidon.

I'm keeping Ziva hostage?

Leon, she's got
no connection to NCIS.

Except we pulled her out
of the desert and they didn't.

- Why didn't they?
- We found her first.

Eli didn't send his cleaner.

He sent the Kidon team leader.

Ziva's commanding officer.

He says if we force Ziva to talk
about Mossad operations,

she'll be in violation
of Israeli law.

She's not at liberty
to speak to us.

No, he doesn't want her to talk.

He's got to put something
on the table.

Why don't we see
how much rope he's got?

Probably just enough
to hang himself.

There's coasters in the cabinet.

Ice water.

Uh-huh.

I keep the top shelf
on the bottom.

Everything is upside-down.

Ho-ho.

You should have told me
you were coming, Mal.

I would have picked you up
at the airport,

returned the favor.

(Malachi grunts)

Good to see you.

So... I am

really sorry that we haven't
stayed in touch since Israel.

Not even so much as an e-card.

Modern times...
everyone's so busy.

Hey, I hope we're showing you

the same hospitality
you guys showed me.

I had a blast in Israel.

Anyone offer you tea or coffee?

We're out of gefilte fish.

Do you truly enjoy
jellied balls of carp,

or are you merely being
anti-Semitic?

- (phone rings)
- (chuckles)

Hold on one second.
Yeah, boss.

GIBBS:
DiNozzo,

- bring our guest downstairs.
- Mm-hmm.

- Now.
- Okay.

Will do.

Manners... where are mine?

Let me take you to Ziva.

Where is she?

You worried we buried her
in a deep, dark hole someplace,

left her to rot?

That's not our style.

You've had adequate time
for debriefing.

Cease your interrogation
and return her immediately.

The thanks of a grateful nation.

These are
Director David's instructions.

You're just the messenger.

I respect
Director David's intentions,

but I got a dead marine
downstairs.

I can't release her

until I find out
what happened on that ship.

I was there, too.

I tell you what happened,
and Ziva goes free.

(cheering)

ZIVA:
Who are they cheering for?

The favorite.
They're fickle.

We make landfall in two days.

MALACHl:
That's the schedule.

There have been no changes?

I have Aviv monitoring
all onboard transmissions.

Too far at sea
for radio to land.

Satellite phones.

You do not trust the captain?

I do not trust anyone.

Yosef has been in contact
with Saleem's courier.

To alert him of their arrival.

You think he suspects us?

I think there is too much talk.

We need silence.

You are contemplating
a change to the plan.

Tomorrow the ship will be
in range of the coast.

We cannot do anything
until then.

Ziva...

your father says
any means necessary.

(indistinct chatter)

(dialing)

(phone line ringing)

(phone beeps off)

Ugh, I haven't seen

this many soggy electronics
since Wet Monday

at science camp.

We used to build water guns,

water cannons,
water balloon launchers.

Actually, it's a terrible idea,
in retrospect.

Forensic triage.

These phones and radios
are going to need repair.

All these weapons are
a ballistics nightmare.

We're going to need a plan
of attack here, Abbs.

That would violate
my philosophy.

You have a philosophy?

I have many philosophies,

but I'm talking
about one that's relevant

to now, when dealing
with large amounts of evidence.

- Which is?
- No plan... just go.

Find along the way.

If you look
for something specific...

Then there's only
one right answer.

High five, McGee.

Okay.

- What was that for?
- Positive energy.

The collision of two life forces
in solidarity.

The reverberations will be felt
by the rest of Team Ziva,

wherever they may be hiding.

Gibbs isn't hiding.

Gibbs isn't acting
like he's on Team Ziva.

One more.

Come on, for Ziva.

(elevator bell dings)

Ah, Ziva.

Uh, I am in need
of clarification

that perhaps you could provide.

Anthony, if you wouldn't mind...

Believe me, Ducky,
I wouldn't mind.

Oh, Director Vance
will not permit me

to be without an escort.

Ah, well, uh, in that case...
after you,

my dear.

Wait, Ducky.

Complex situations often call
for creative solutions.

The crew of the Damocles,

removed
from their watery graves.

Sit down.

I do not know what games
they are playing upstairs,

but I have had enough.

First and foremost,
you are our friend.

I want to be a friend, Ziva.

Bahir Numas, Quadir Nawaf,

Kassib Yosef, Emir Aza Bilal...

I do not need
to know their names.

And yet you carry the weight
of their deaths around with you,

and there's no need to.

Trust us, as we trust you.

Let them go.

There is only one name.

Staff Sergeant Daniel Cryer.

Yeah, that's him there.

I knew him as Daniel Shalev.

The truth, Ziva,
may set you free.

And it may not.

Ziva...

some bodies are not meant
to stay buried.

What happened to him?

MALACHl:
Cabin fever.

Paranoia.

Or maybe we just
underestimated them.

As it turns out,
we were not the only ones

monitoring outgoing
transmissions.

ZIVA:
You cannot be certain

that Shalev has told
the crew anything.

I will not take that chance.

We may have already
been delivered

like rats to the trap.

If we have been
compromised, Ziva...

(man shouts, Ziva grunts)

(gunshot)

Aviv!

(men shouting indistinctly,
gunshots)

(guns cocking)

Our contingency plan...

Was to take everyone.

(men shouting indistinctly)

Idiot, hold your fire.

Numas, I thought you were them.

Who, the Mossad
that you let on board?

(groans)

(groans)

- (gunshot)
- (groans)

You should keep
your distance, Ducky.

The ones who get too close

always end up dead.

She knew that Cryer
was a marine.

Doesn't matter if he changed
his name and become a mercenary.

That's it, she's done here.

If it's true.

You want to give her
a chance to deny it?

She can't even speak
on the subject.

On the record.

Malachi's more than willing.

All right.

Pass the baton.

You ready to play bad cop?

You've been playing good cop
all this time, Leon?

Put 'em together.

Say nothing, Ziva.

I am handling this.

I have nothing to say to you.

TONY: Just dropped Ziva
in the lion's den.

Any second that door's
going to open

and Gibbs is going to ask
us what do we got.

So what do we got?

Abby and I are drowning
in ballistics.

We have no time
to process everything,

though we were able
to nail the location

of the final battle
and I.D. the players.

That's good, since Malachi
told us exactly that.

Well, we can confirm it.

Including the part where he says
Ziva killed a marine?

- (elevator dings)
- We need something else.

Ducky's got something.

- Ducky's got a folder.
- Yes, and a growing

sensation in the bursa sac
of my left knee.

Hence the elevator
rather than the stairs,

- which would be...
- Ducky. Folder.

Oh, yes. Well, all I have
is cause of death forms.

Multiple bodies with
nine-millimeter gunshot wounds.

An abundance with 5.7 by 28
in the chest and abdomen.

A single large-caliber
gunshot wound to the head.

That's Cryer.

You found the slug?

We've got smashed
.45 titanium-tipped

hollow-point slugs
that were recovered

from the maintenance bay.

And the one that killed Cryer?

I hate these words.

Lost at sea.

How many.45 slugs do we have?

Three.

But they're all smushed.

Abby, any organic matter
on those three slugs?

Residue of human tissue

- or blood?
- Negative.

I got that far.

Then they were misses.

Total misses.

At close range.

Doesn't sound
like the Ziva I know.

Does it sound like Ben-Gidon?

Not unless something threw
his shot off.

How quick can you get me
an unsmushed.45 slug?

(gunshot, shell clanging)

- Hey, boss.
- What have you got?

We're going to leave now.

Half right.
You're half wrong.

My patience is at...

Sit down, shut up.

There something wrong
with your shoulder?

Broken clavicle.

(groans)

Slow to heal.

You, too. Sit down.

He says that you killed Cryer.

- Of course she is gonna deny it.
- Shut up!

Both of you are done telling
stories. It's my turn.

Put it down.

You put it down.

I do not want to kill you.

Oh, that's good.

'Cause I do not want to die.

Did you betray us?

If I had,

what would stop me from pulling
the trigger right now?

(heavy breathing)

(gunshots)

(groans)

(wry chuckle)

This is your story?

No, it's the truth.

Those are your misses
on the wall.

Gives you the smoking gun.

This is the kill shot.

The slug you put in United
States Marine Daniel Cryer.

This the way your boss operates?

Sends you to try to burn her?

She's on my team.

Didn't say you were happy
about it.

Are you...

following orders?

Your father, Ziva.

He's not a good guy.

He's dirty.

You could not say no to him.

Not a second time.

GIBBS:
Go.

Get out of here, run!

(door opens)

You tell Eli David to stay away.

She is off-limits.

I failed you, Ziva.

I'm sorry.

Never apologize.

It is a sign of weakness.

Shut it down.

(beeps off)

(taps table)

We're not done.

Finish it.

You know everything
that happened.

After the ship.

After you scuttled it.

Made it to land.

We had a mission.

He wanted it done.

Your father.

At any cost.

Don't bury it, Ziva.

Understood, Director.

(phone beeps off)

What did my father say?

To proceed.

We are to follow the courier
to Saleem and kill him.

Did you tell him Aviv is dead
and you two are wounded?

He thinks this is
the best chance we have.

Then we have nothing.

Who was Shalev calling?

It doesn't matter.

He was a leak that needed
to be plugged.

No one could know
we were coming.

And no one does.

I will go alone.

Forget it.

Look, we cannot disobey
a direct order.

- Ziva, it is suicide.
- It is what it is!

(panting)

Good-bye.

It was...

my choice.

I killed the courier...

and his gunman...

after I forced them to take me
to Saleem's camp.

I fought my way
through his defenses.

I got within a fingernail

of Saleem before I was...

...overpowered.

I had nothing but death
in my heart.

You never had a choice.

He didn't give you a choice.

He raised you to be a ruthless,

soulless... killer.

I did not mean
to live through it.

You didn't.

That part of you died out there.

I am... sorry... Gibbs.

(inaudible whispering)

I'm not happy
about it either, Eli.

ELl:
Self-serving, manipulative...

Gibbs is an awful
son of a bitch.

Y-You might think
he's a thorn in your side.

He's a pain in my ass.

ELl: He is a thief,
stealing my daughter.

I know, I know you're upset,
I know she's your daughter.

- My flesh and blood... - I will
continue to deal with it,

but you have to...
you have to believe

- I am your ally here.
- Then show me.

I will deal with Gibbs,

but she has chosen
to deal with him, too.

ELl: We'll let the issue rest
for the moment.

This is not
the last conversation

- we will have on the subject.
- Shalom, Eli.

(line disconnects,
dial tone drones)

Not bad.

Not bad at all.

(paper rustling)

Hmm.

McGEE:
Hey.

How'd you come up with the idea
to bluff the slug so quickly?

That's how I think... quickly.

No.

You already had the idea.

You created the virus
on my computer.

So you can accept the fact
that I can create a virus

but not that I can
get rid of one,

and that makes sense to you.

You brought in a ringer.

Well, that's interesting.

That would've been one way
for me to win the bet.

Now, do my work.

You didn't win the bet.

The bet was who could
remove the virus faster.

You or I, not a third person.

You violated the terms
of the wager.

Therefore, I win
and you do my work.

I'm not doing it.

Well, I'm not doing it either.

Get to work...

...probie.