NCIS (2003–…): Season 7, Episode 6 - Outlaws and In-Laws - full transcript

Always get this much excitement
before you've left port?

- (alarm blares) -What can I say?
We like to keep on our toes.

MAN (over speaker):
This is your final warning.

Identify yourself immediately.

This is your final warning.

Put a light on 'em.

WOMAN: It's just
a small sailboat.

It must have slipped
around the curtain.

Looks like
a hand-built Amigo Kit.

But I don't think
we have to worry

about it being an attack...

unless they suicided
a little early.

WOMAN:
Two bodies.

It's a bloodbath.

Get divers in the water,
wrangle that craft.

It's a crime scene now.

Looks like it's got your name
on it, Agent Cortez.

CORTEZ: It's not my name,
but it is labeled.

McGEE:
You do realize this is a trap?

She's practically inviting us
to mess with her.

Well, what kind of a man
would I be

if I turned down
such an enticing invitation?

Well, you wouldn't
be a sucker.

Touch me and die.

Good, you're awake.

Sleeping on the job

isn't going to help you shed
that "probie" tag.

I have been on the job
since 1:00 in the morning

when Gibbs called
me in to cover.

He flew out late last night
with Vance and Ducky...

some case
in the San Diego Harbor.

Ducky means bodies.

They called you to cover?

I believe you call this
"hazing."

(groans)

We call this the Bill of Rights.

Are you studying to become
a naturalized American citizen?

I have to, if I want to become
an agent.

McGEE: Good for you, Ziva.

Wait a second, who says we want
her as an American?

And who says you have a say?

A little thing called
the Constitution.

Oh, really? Where?

It's in there, and it talks
about dangerous foreign aliens

stealing our precious
bodily fluids.

That's Dr. Strangelove.

Well, yes,

but it's also, I think,
the 16th Amendment.

"Congress shall have the power
to lay and collect taxes

"on incomes from whatever
source derived,

without apportionment..."

What, are you learning
this stuff through osmosis?

McGEE: We'll be lucky
to have you, Ziva.

The more the merrier.

Laissez-faire
immigration policy

like that is what
Rush Limbaugh says

led to the greatest
economic crisis in the history

- of our fantastic nation.
- Do you have any idea

what you're talking about?

You bet your ass I do.

I'm talking
about the American Dream.

What do you know about
the American Dream?

Well, let's see, I'm
a white male between the ages

of 18 and 49
with a loud mouth and a gun.

I am the American Dream.

- (phone rings)
- McGEE: Oh, thank God.

Agent McGee.

GIBBS:
Two dead bodies, McGee.

Photos coming your way.
Tell Abby to clear the decks.

Okay, what are we
looking at, boss?

I don't know yet.

CORTEZ: 5:00 a.m., I secured the
crime scene, Director,

and began to process it.

I ran the VIN and found
the boat was registered

to an NCIS Agent Gibbs.

(Ducky muttering)

That's you, right?

So what's the deal?

What's with the dead guys?

- Shell casings, Izzy?
- Bagged and tagged, sir.

I take it you didn't
move the bodies.

No, Doctor.

I was trained better than that.

There's no identification

in their pockets,
Jethro, only cash.

Dollars and pesos.

VANCE:
Agent Cortez,

if you didn't know
that this boat,

loaded with dead bodies,
belonged to an NCIS agent,

how do you think it ended up
rolling into a Naval base?

I'd speculate,
given the currents,

it came from the south...
somewhere in Mexico, possibly.

As for who might have
set it on its course,

I wouldn't think to guess.

You usually light the thing
on fire for a Viking funeral.

You know any Vikings
who live in Mexico?

This does have more
of a Wild West feel to it.

Solved it already?

Glad I made the trip.

You've only taken
one vacation this year, Jethro.

Sailed the Gulf route
to Mexico, right?

One-way plane ticket back.

Did I have the fish,
or did I have the lasagna?

I left him with the boat.

He trailered it
to the West Coast.

It was a gift
for my goddaughter.

This is how he repays you.

CORTEZ: I got no idea
what's going on here.

You guys already know
who the killer is?

Agent Cortez, use your
contacts with the Federales.

Clear a path for us.

We're headed
south of the border.

It's not going
to be necessary.

Are you sure?

(knocking at door)

CORTEZ:
NCIS!

VANCE:
Nobody's home.

So where is he?

Where the hell is Mike Franks?

(elevator bell dings)

TONY:
That's...

- Uh-huh.
- McGEE: It's no longer in...

ABBY:
Uh-uh.

This is Gibbs's boat?

ABBY:
This...

is the crime scene.

It was flown here
in a C-130 cargo plane

along with two bodies
and all the evidence,

and now it is mine.

It is all... mine.

So I can figure out the mystery.

McGEE:
What mystery?

Who the dead guys were?

Or who killed them?

- Or how they ended up
on the boat? - ABBY: Sure.

You guys should work on that,
while I figure out how

he got it out of the basement.

(door opens)

Flagged all of
Franks' known aliases.

No hits yet.

Well, God knows he's
got a head start on us.

Ducky says that those bodies
have been floating around

for at least three days.

AFIS kick out any I.D. s yet?

Calvin Blanchard, Roy Keenan.

They both have
military backgrounds.

They were both
dishonorably discharged.

GIBBS:
Blanchard was Army.

Keenan washed out of the Navy
a couple years ago.

Mike Franks was already retired.

So, no professional connection.

Cortez has got a
contact in Mexico,

says these two guys
were going around

asking about Mike
Franks last week.

You sifted through
family members,

common friends in the service?

Couldn't find anyone
with a grudge.

Is that where your gut's
leading you, Gibbs?

We got two guys
looking for Franks,

who really doesn't
want to be found,

and they find him on the
boat, he gets the drop?

Shoved him off
and disappeared.

That last part's
the part I really don't like.

If he's gone to ground, that
means this isn't over yet.

You got any idea
where he might be?

No, your guess is
as good as mine, Leon.

For some reason, I
doubt that's true,

but I'm gonna give you
some leeway on this, Gibbs,

since it is your friend,
your boat, your mess.

My patience will
evaporate quickly

if another body shows up
before Franks does.

(door closes)

I've only just
begun, Jethro.

I'm afraid you've
jumped the gun.

That's an interesting
choice of words, Duck.

(chuckles): How positively
Freudian of me.

Well, I was going
to say "deliberate."

Well, I can tell you
they were shot

over and over and over again...
a total of six in one

and five in the other...

at close range
with a large-caliber weapon.

Reminiscent of the death
of Billy Clanton

at the O.K. Corral.

Got something against
cowboys, Duck?

Well, although I've always been

fond of the way that element
manifests itself in you, Jethro,

I have never been
entirely comfortable

with the psychological
makeup of your mentor.

But Wyatt Earp was friends
with Doc Holliday,

and as they would attest,

there is a fine line
between cowboy and outlaw.

And with the level
of overkill here,

your conclusion is...

Mike Franks has crossed
that line.

Too soon to accuse him

of being an unthinking
killer, Ducky.

No, that's not
what I'm saying at all.

It's quite the opposite.

I think a great deal of thought
went into these killings

and the staging
of the crime scene.

Staging?

Wood splinters
taken from their backsides.

They were dragged onto
the Kelly intentionally.

I'd be surprised if anything
about her discovery

was not intentional.

Abby.

Abbs!

Gibbs.

I assure you, I am
using the utmost care

processing your
beautiful craftsmanship.

It's a "craftsman's ship."
(chuckles)

- Abby, the bodies were moved?
- Well, I have blood trails

on the rail and the deck that
suggest they were at least slid.

"Slidden"?

Ducky said that they
had been "slud."

If Ducky said they
"slad" them...

Th-The firefight, Abby,
was it onboard?

At first glance, I have a
lot of downward vectors.

Downward, meaning
standing over the top.

Execution style, yeah.

Pow, pow!

So I'm trying to find
corresponding slugs

for all the spent.45 casings.

I would say that it ended here,

but it may not be
where it started.

Another bullet grazed
the port side.

It's smaller caliber
than the others.

- .22.
- Could be.

.22's deteriorate significantly
on impact, so there's no slug,

and it's below the waterline.

Boat wasn't in the water
during the shootout.

Maybe,

or maybe somebody was using
it for target practice.

It's one of the many
inconsistencies

that have to be addressed.

There's-There's angles of
trajectory to calculate,

and all of the
unaccounted-for slugs.

I still have to dig them
out of the woodwork.

I mean, I have
to carefully extract them

from the woodwork.

Take it apart.

Are you sure?

McGEE:
Similar-sized deposits

on roughly
the same dates suggest

that Blanchard and Keenan
worked together,

but the receipts are all cash.

Can't make a financial link
to Franks.

Hmm.

Now, why would two bad guys
go after Mike Franks?

Well, clearly, they don't
know him very well.

Interesting theory, McGee.

I meant that more as a joke.

Some of the greatest ideas
in history started out as jokes.

I mean, look,
you got your mood ring,

pet rock, spork.

ZIVA:
Those were all terrible ideas.

Yes.

Terrible ideas

that turned their inventors
into drillionaires.

And that is the
American Dream, Ziva.

And that's why you're never
going to pass that test.

The heart of America is that
any idiot can become a success?

That is exactly right...
'cause we don't live

in an aristocracy
or a meritocracy.

Neither does Israel.

We just have
our capitalist democracy.

Which means that you might
be a pauper today,

you might be living a life
of wall-to-wall desperation.

You might have no friends,
no prospects, no brain, no hope.

But tomorrow?

Tomorrow, you might
win the lottery.

You might slip
on the right driveway.

Tomorrow.

Just like Annie sang.

McGEE:
The comic strip?

Little Orphan Annie.

Curly red hair, no eyeballs.

Adopted by Daddy Warbucks.

TONY: And that's the
American dream right there.

Little Orphan Annie.

And me.

Isn't there an essay section
on this citizenship exam?

You should be writing
this stuff down.

- It's good.
- (snapping)

Oh.

Shame.

My pencil broke.

Destruction of U.S.
Government property.

That's not going to look
too good on the...

Oh, hey, boss, we've been
researching the dead guys.

McGee had
an interesting idea.

McGEE:
Uh, what was that, exactly?

Because you just started talking
a bunch of nonsense

and never actually said
what you were thinking.

TONY:
What I was thinking, boss,

is maybe they didn't
know Franks... at all.

You know?

Find the connection.

But maybe they...

(child chattering,
woman murmuring)

WOMAN:
It's okay.

We're here.

Look, Amira.

It's your godfather.

Can you say hi?

Hello, Amira.

Welcome to my home.

(quietly):
He's right behind us.

(whispers):
You can put her down in there.

Thank you.

(door opens and shuts)

WOMAN:
Time for bed.

You gonna stand there
glaring at me, probie,

or you gonna give me
a hand with the bags?

Or you gonna shoot me?

No, I thought I'd ask you
a few questions first,

then I may shoot you.

All right.

- Need some answers, Mike.
- All right!

Keep your voice down.

Those two men you killed...
why were they after you?

Damn, probie.

I was hoping you could tell me.

FRANKS: Saturday, I popped in
to the cantina for a mescal.

The bartender, Eddie, tells me

a couple of guys
had been asking around,

looking for a gringo
and two girls.

Claims he did his best
to lead them astray.

You didn't know them.

I'd never seen

either of their faces
before they showed up

on my beach Monday afternoon.

But you were ready for them.

I knew what they wanted.

I could see the cannons
tucked in their backs.

Don't even think about it.

Eh.

I didn't feel great using
Amira's boat like that.

But I couldn't risk
being investigated

by strangers...

or worse even, the Federales.

So you steered them at the Navy.

If you're gonna be investigated,
better it be by a friend.

Thanks for the honor.

You don't sound too grateful.

You know, Mike...

I'm used to shells
and bodies and cover-ups

as your big finale.

Something starts off like this,

I don't even want to think
about the count.

You can't pin all them
past capers on me, probie.

Not all them messes were mine.

Where was Leyla and Amira?

You don't think I'd...

start throwing shots
with my daughter-in-law

and my granddaughter
not safely tucked away, do you?

I'm not a child.

No, you definitely are not.

You calling me old?

I'm saying there comes a time
to hang up your spurs.

I won't need you or anybody

to tell me when
that is. I'll know.

'Cause I'll be dead.

I hate when you talk like that.

I wouldn't do anything
to put my girls in danger.

That's why I brought them here.

And if you can't find out

who's after me and why, then
I've got no choice, but to...

Mike, do not say it.

Ain't I allowed to say anything?

He's threatening to leave us.

He says it is the only way
to keep us safe... to stay away.

When Liam died...

I made a promise
to my son and to myself.

I protect my family.

GIBBS:
Well, from here on,

you leave it
to the professionals.

TONY: These two guys
are professionals.

McGEE:
Or were.

PMCs... private
military contractors.

According to a Captain
Hazelton we spoke to,

one of his former classmates,
Blanchard cracked up.

Before he could get his act
together, he was out the door.

Keenan?

TONY:
Lot of problems with authority.

Well, at least according
to every authority we spoke to.

They both got kicked out
of their respective services,

but they both found
new homes in...

Oh, new homes.

"Give me your tired,

"your poor, your huddled masses

yearning to breathe free..."

McGEE:
The, uh, wretched refuse

ended up on a different
teeming shore.

ZIVA:
Working for this man,

Chief Operating Officer

of First Defense PMC,
Colonel Merton Bell.

Bell's based out of Virginia.

He's a former tank commander.

Runs the largest PMC
operating in the Middle East.

Armed security forces protecting
mostly corporate employers.

He also has
governmental contracts,

American and otherwise,

securing reconstruction
projects.

Bring him in.

Hold up a second.

You guys got a location
on Mike Franks?

GIBBS:
No.

They don't.

Franks wasn't living
alone on that beach.

He's been with a young woman
for almost three years now.

His daughter-in-law,
Leyla Shakarji.

And her daughter, Amira.

You telling me we can't
find a fugitive on the run

with an Iraqi
woman and a child?

No.

I'm saying we've kept our
attention on the dead men.

And now you want to drag
in Colonel Merton Bell.

And that's not
all right with you.

No.

Do I need to
explain my problem?

GIBBS: I thought that you were
gonna give me some room on this.

I was, and I am.

But I know Colonel Bell.

We have friends in common
on the Hill.

Then this is about politics.

Your approach lacks finesse.

Finesse?

You could show him
the same courtesy

I showed you
when this case began.

- You mean rub his nose in it?
- You can go heavy if you want,

but we're talking about the man

with the largest
private collection

of legally obtained hardware
in the United States.

He's got Blackhawks
in his front yard.

Are you worried
I'm too blunt, Leon?

You are transparent.

Two of his men are dead;
you know who killed them.

I don't want Colonel Bell
to get the impression

that we're harboring a murderer.

Why would he jump
to that conclusion?

Well, you don't appear
to be devoting too much time

in tracking down his killer.

If I were Bell,
that might make me nervous.

Hell, if I were me,
that might make me nervous.

Mike Franks and his family
are at my house.

And you were about
to send your agents

over there
to keep an eye on them.

Sure... while I find
a more delicate way

to approach Colonel Bell.

That be anything you want
to help me with, maybe?

It's like we were reading
each other's minds.

Hello?

FRANKS:
DiNozzo.

Should have told me
you were coming.

I called, and you
didn't pick up.

Not gonna answer
the phone... I'm a fugitive.

- So, what do you want me to do?
- Knock.

Why would I knock?

There's no lock on that door.

Someone may be
on the other side with a gun.

Why would somebody be standing
on the other side with a gun?

Because there's no lock
on the door.

This has been very educational,
gentlemen.

Lady Ziva, glad you're here.

Gibbs send you?

We have been instructed
to sit on the baby.

Well, it's gonna be fine, Mike,
and it's good to see you.

Have a mint.

Got your marching orders, too.
McGee is waiting outside

to drive you to NCIS.

Are you leaving?

You heard the man.

It's gonna be fine.

This is for the best.

(slurps)

Why don't you put something
in front of the door?

No, I'll just stand
here with my gun.

That guy.

Well, I'm back and forth to Iraq
and Afghanistan so much,

it's practically
my office now, Leon.

Thank you.

Sure.

Keenan and Blanchard
were over there?

Public interface, mainly.

We meet with the local

tribal leaders
on a weekly basis,

get a sense
of what's going on.

Threats to look out for.

No, it's not all negative.

Sometimes, the chatter
is a little more innocuous.

People talk about a need
to build a new school.

Gives us an opportunity
to combine our efforts.

Increases our odds of success.

GIBBS:
They were good at their jobs?

I'm sure I don't detect a note

of surprise in your voice,
Special Agent Gibbs.

All my men are outstanding.

United States Armed
Forces disagrees.

My company may not adhere
to the same...

some might say
punitive restrictions.

Nevertheless,
we seem to be picking up

more and more
of their responsibilities.

Every time the U.S. reduces
the number of troops deployed,

you have to increase your hires.

Gibbs.

It's understandable, Director.

Jarheads and mercs
are like oil and water.

Although, I've got
some of my best men

off the Marine Corps'
scrap heap.

GIBBS:
The men you hire

have histories of violence,
insubordination,

mental problems.

What do you have to do
to be disqualified?

If you intend to cast aspersions
on the names of two dead men...

two of my men... I'd prefer
you just cut to the chase

and ask the real question.

Okay. Did you know two
of your men were in Mexico

carrying weapons you furnished?

Of course I did.

They informed me
when they accepted the contract.

They were carrying out
a contract on Mike Franks?

Who the hell is Mike Franks?

Well, thank you for your
cooperation, Colonel Bell.

I expect you'll keep
me apprised, Director.

Justice needs to be done here.

Is that the bad guy?

Hey, probie, is that the guy
that put the hit on me?

No one was after you.

What?

You were just
the only lead they had.

Who's "they"?

Leyla and Amira's family
from Iraq.

They hired those two PMCs
to find them.

And you killed 'em.

You want to know who the real
bad guy is here, Mike?

Go look in the damn mirror.

VANCE: You don't look very
remorseful, Mike.

- About what?
- These two men

were hired by your
daughter-in-law's family

to find her.

There's no reason
to believe

that they meant her
or you any harm.

It appears...

you killed them in cold blood.

That how it
appears to you?

I can't say how it went,
Mike. I wasn't there.

You were there
when Leyla first came over.

You know a thing or two
about her family.

They disowned her.

Disowned her

because she got pregnant
by my son, Liam.

That's not family.

Those two guys were doing
Shada Shakarji's bidding.

Don't expect me to cry for them.

VANCE:
Shada Shakarji

is Leyla's family?

Her mother.

Hard-as-nails matriarch

of one of the most prominent
tribes in Iraq.

It's unorthodox for a woman

to be in that position
of prominence.

Didn't exactly run
for the office.

Shada buried her father,

her brothers and her husband
in the war with Iran.

Lost her oldest son
to Saddam,

and a couple of more since.

Family was about out of men.

MIKE:
But not memory.

She's a vindictive old sow.

And when Amty Shada cuts
you off, you're not supposed

to get a happily-ever-after
on a beach in Mexico.

She's willing to pay
to drag 'em back home?

She's not gonna flinch at
a couple of dead guns for hire.

What'd you use?

What?

What'd you use?!

.45.

How many shots?

I used the boat as a decoy.

Left the radio on the deck
and an open beer.

They went for it
with guns drawn.

Emptied my mag from the porch,

put two in the big guy
and three in the other.

Reloaded, dragged 'em onboard,
and gave 'em each

three more for good measure.

It was self-defense.

Take his statement.

The evidence better confirm
every bit of it.

(saw whirring)

Abby!

Abby, what are you doing?

- Abby? Abby!
- (saw shuts off)

What are you doing?

He told me to do it.

I had to do it...
but I'm trying

to do it like an archaeologist.

I'm keeping very
careful notes

of where everything
came from,

and I'm sure I
can put it back

together again
when I'm done.

You're using a chainsaw.

Well, it's not like there
was a zipper, McGee.

I mean, I was
hoping for a zipper,

or some sort of system
of-of dowels and slots.

Well, please tell me
it was worth it.

I found a secret
stash box.

Grease residue
suggests that

Franks kept
a gun in there.

McGEE: The guy keeps a
gun everywhere.

Took us 15 minutes
to get through security.

Franks was
smuggling a piece?

Was it a.22?

No. It was a...
saw blade, curled

in the hollowed-out
heel of his boot.

.22? I don't think he carries
anything that small.

Hmm.

I found this mangled
piece of lead

embedded deep
in the floorboards.

I think it's two slugs
smashed together.

Like boom-boom.

- One bullet hit another bullet?
- Yeah.

It's an impossible shot.

Yeah... if they were both
in the air at the same time.

It's a bullet in a bullet?

Abby's analyzing it now,

but if it is a piece
of a.22 in a.45, then...

TONY:
You broke up there.

What are you saying?

I can't hear you, McGee.
I'm in the basement.

McGEE:
Why?

'Cause I don't want
to talk about the case

in front of Leyla and the kid.

Listen, Tony,
this is really important.

I need you to check
the seams of the walls.

The walls?

Well, do they appear
to be removable?

Huh.

Abby...

Or-or a tunnel, maybe.

Could be hidden underneath
something on the floor.

Something that looks
like it doesn't belong.

Actually, I think

Colonel Hogan has got a radio
in the coffee pot,

but the tunnel
might have been filled in.

I saw a video on the internet
once where this guy...

he built a Lamborghini in his
basement... they had to pull off

half the house
to get it out.

(computer dinging)

Was that a ding?

I think we've got
another shooter.

You have very
peaceful eyes, Amira.

- Do you know that?
- (Amira sighs)

LEYLA:
Yes, she does.

I left Iraq because I
didn't want to expose her

to the violence
I saw as a child.

I want that peace to last
in her eyes forever.

You made difficult choices,
for both of you.

Sometimes the most significant
moments happen in your life

without any choice at all.

Like your father.

I knew the cost
of even talking to Liam,

but I couldn't help it.

The feeling was irresistible.

- It was love at first sight.
- (laughs)

Maybe.

Do you miss your homeland?

It was difficult
to leave it all behind.

But the right reasons
made it easier.

Ziva's trying to pick up
and start over again.

Rebuild... again.

Yes.

What's your place
like in Mexico?

It is simple.

Just enough room
for the three of us.

Were you inside when the, uh...

...when it started?

Yes.

What'd you do?

I did what any mother would do.

I ran to my daughter.

Where was she?

Leyla,

where was Amira?

Shada Shakarji

has become one of the
most outspoken voices

of the Iraqi tribes
during the past few years.

And she's suffered for it.

Lots of enemies
among the old guard.

- I can tell you all this.
- Keep writing.

Bombing last year.

Killed 40,
including her oldest son,

believed to be the target.

Increased security
considerably since then.

That's where she came in contact
with First Defense PMC.

McGEE:
And Colonel Bell.

(phone ringing)

Gibbs' desk.

Oh, hi. It's Ducky.

- Ducky for you.
- I was looking for Jethro.

Is he around?
It's rather important...

Yeah, Duck.

Oh, uh, could you
come down, please?

All right.

Ah, Jethro.

You know we have
enormous respect for you,

and for the loyalty

that you exhibit
toward your friends.

Gibbs...

we love you very, very much.

What the hell is this?

This is an intervention.

DUCKY: Your own history
with Mike Franks

is having a...
a blinding effect

on your skill
as an investigator.

It's too much for
any man to take. I mean...

I mean, he busted the gut;
the guy's a gut-buster.

He's like a six-foot
hero, like...

like, uh, like the sandwich.

Not... he's not six foot,

and he's-he's not a hero.

He's lying to us.

It's insulting enough
when people

that we don't know
try this stuff.

But a colleague, I mean,
a supposed friend, it's...

well, it's simply
a betrayal.

.45 slug, .45 slug,

.45 slug, et cetera,
et cetera, et cetera.

DUCKY:
The pathways they took

through the bodies...
all of them

straight downwards.

Yes, incredibly destructive.

ABBY:
We also found this.

Partial.22 slug.

And there's more.

DUCKY:
We believe that

what happened was this...

Somebody else shot them...
with a rifle.

A.22 long.

And then Franks shot

through the gunshot wounds

of the already-dead men
to destroy the evidence.

Mike Franks
did not kill these guys.

MIKE:
Careful.

I've been writing on
this thing all day.

I was just about to sign it.

My second year,
we caught a case, you and I.

A sergeant and his best friend

took his little boy duck-hunting
for the first time.

Geese. They were
chasing wild geese.

Yeah. I know, Mike.

You made that joke
a few times.

You laughed each time.

Well, I had to,
I worked for you then.

Not anymore.

That sergeant dragged
his friend home that day

missing half his chest.

Dead.

Bird shot everywhere.

Shotgun blast,
close range.

Nothing accidental
about it,

but you wouldn't charge him.

It was accidental.

Little boy's gun went off.

Shot that guy
right through the heart.

And I've been thinking
about that a lot lately.

That sergeant standing over
the body of his best friend.

His ten-year-old son's
just killed him.

He's feeling like
it's his fault.

Like he failed them both.

Only one thing left
for him to do.

And that's to protect his son
from what's coming next.

Put his shotgun into the wound

and fires.

He's thinkin' he'll take
the bullet himself.

This ain't gonna work.

When'd you figure it?

McGEE:
Boss?

Boss, you wanted me
to let you know

if I found anything interesting
about Shada Shakarji.

According to this
flight information,

she is on a commercial
plane right now.

Grandma's on her way to D.C.

(announcer speaks indistinctly
over P.A.)

I am Shada Shakarji.

Welcome to Washington.

Car's right out front.

VANCE:
What is she doing here?

Oh, just taking a hands-on
approach with her daughter.

Her first attempt
lacked in finesse.

How's the statement
coming, Mike?

It was a load of crap.

Probie called me on it.

You lied to us?

I'm sure you're shocked
and appalled, Director.

I'm relieved.

Of all your unsavory
character traits,

I find that one
the most palatable.

At least there aren't
any more bodies.

There might be...
if you turn her loose.

What are we going
to hold her on, Mike?

She hasn't
committed a crime.

Conspiracy to be a bitch?

It's the one thing
he told the truth about.

He is protecting his family.

Well, I guess that's
what this is.

It's a family thing.

Why don't you
get in there

and see if you can work
it out with the in-laws?

You do still know your
way around the room, don't you?

You know who I am.

The Greeks would
call you Charon.

Your boat conducts
the dead to hell,

leaving a trail of misery
in your wake.

Yeah, lady.

And you're all
smiles and sunshine.

I've been tracking
your every move

since the day your
accursed offspring

ruined my daughter.

I have never hit a woman, but...

SHADA:
I find that

- hard to believe. - I'm finding
it hard to believe

you're actually a woman.

(speaking Arabic)

You manipulative,
stubborn hag!

You hide my family from me.

You disowned them.

So?

Things change.

I have lost too much family

that I can never get back.

She is my child.

And the little girl
is my granddaughter.

My blood.

FRANKS: You sent gunmen
to abduct Leyla and Amira.

What were your intentions,
to punish them?

To rescue...

from you.

(exhales)

If there is a chance
to reconcile,

I am willing to...

travel the distance.

You put them in jeopardy.

It would never have
turned violent...

I was assured of it...

if not for you.

I got news for you, lady.

I didn't pull a gun on them.

I didn't fire the first shot.

Shut up.

I don't believe you.

I'm not proud to cop to this.

I wasn't ready for them;
I didn't get tipped off.

Hell, I never even
heard them coming.

Your, uh, defenses were down?

I was playing
with my granddaughter.

We were up in the boat.

She wanted to paint
her name on the side.

Then these two guys
are standing there,

pointing guns up at me.

Leyla noticed 'em
from the house.

My Leyla?

My meek,

quiet, little girl?

Unloaded six shots rapid-fire
from a.22 hunting rifle.

Five hits.

She knows to shoot?

FRANKS:
I taught her.

Never underestimate a mama bear

when her cub's in danger.

That I believe.

They're safer with me
than they are with you.

I can't

let you pull them back
into the fold.

What?

What is it?

I made payment already.

Colonel Bell assures me

that the contract
will be completed.

(cell phone keypad beeps)

She went up the ladder
after the first guys failed,

directly to Bell.

Guy's got nothing but his name.

He takes the hit
if he takes a job,

can't get it done.

With that chip on his shoulder,
not even she can call him off.

Got it, Gibbs.

Trouble brewing?

Where's Amira?

She's upstairs, sleeping.

ZIVA:
All right.

Take her downstairs.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa,
you know how to shoot?

Yes, she does.

- ZIVA: Tony!
- TONY: Look out!

(explosion)

MAN 1 (distorted):
Go, go! Get down on the floor!

Hands where I can see 'em!

MAN 2:
Got eyes on one.

MAN 1:
Stay down! Don't move!

MAN 2: Keep looking
at the floor!

We're secure.

Ziva?

Is that you?

Damon?

Wait a second,
you know this guy?

Corporal Damon Werth.

USMC. Dishonorably discharged.

Oh, yeah.

Give me your hands!

What are you doing here?

This is Gibbs's living room.

What are you doing here?

Rescuing a kidnapped little girl
and her mother.

ZIVA:
I'm sorry to tell you,

but y-you're
actually abducting them.

Hey, Werth, cut the chitchat.
Just secure the prisoner.

I can't.
We're making a mistake.

Bell's got a lotta money
riding on this job.

We're gonna finish it
with or without...

(grunting)

(mutters)

I think we should hear them out.

Don't you?

You get the girls, Corporal?

You finish the job?

Yeah, I'm finished
with the job, sir.

What have you done, son?

I quit.

TONY:
And that's a shame,

because he's
a pretty loyal guy, too.

Made a mess out of my house.

Somebody's going to have
to clean that up.

You want to go punch for punch
with me, Gibbs?

Keep in mind, I got
a big arsenal behind me.

I wouldn't worry, your suit
covers it up very nicely.

Sorry, I'm a little wacky,
'cause of the flash-bang

your boys threw at us.

Perhaps my men were
overexuberant

in the pursuit of their task.

Personally, however,
I have not broken any laws.

U.S. laws.

But the Federales
want to talk to you.

Yeah, turns out bounty hunting
is illegal south of the border.

God bless Mexico.

I tell my men, you take a swing,

make sure you connect
hard enough

to put the other guy down.

GIBBS:
Good advice.

Put your hands behind your back.

(handcuffs clicking)

You should also tell 'em
to get a haircut.

VANCE:
You, um,

think the grandparents
can work this out?

(Bob Dylan's "California" plays)

GIBBS: My dad told me a story
once, oh, dates back

maybe... 30 years
after the Civil War.

My great, great grandmother
and grandfather

had fathers that fought
on either side.

These two old warriors,

they probably shot at
each other on the battlefield.

They couldn't even
look at each other

at their own kids' wedding.

But they did come to live with
each other in the same house.

# I'm goin' down south... #

And they spent every day
for the rest of their lives

on the front porch,

in a couple of wicker rocking
chairs rocking back and forth.

Well, here's hoping.

# Well, I knew it this morning #

VANCE:
We got better things to do

than be Franks'
family counselor.

Yeah.

VANCE: I guess they worked out
their differences,

your relatives.

They mellowed with time, right?

Way I heard it,

those two never said a word.

# My clothes were
hanging out... #