NCIS (2003–…): Season 8, Episode 20 - Two-Faced - full transcript

Hi, Melissa.

Victory!

I gotta stop.

Great idea. Ugh.

- Oh, I'm sorry. Did we get you?
Gee, you think?

Oh, here. Here you go.

- Hey!
- Oh, I'm so sorry.

Here, touch me. You'll make it even.

Yeah, right.

No, thank you.

Uh, that didn't come out right.

What a jerk.

- All right, all right. Let go.
- Sober up.

Dude, you okay?
I'll drop you off back at base, man.

No, no, no. I'm just gonna walk,
shake the stink off.

Play with me.

Please, play with me.

Play with me.

Please, play with me.

Play with me.

Please, play with me.

Play with me.

Please, play with me.

Yes, they came in this morning.

In fact, I'm wearing them right now.

Oh, yes. They feel really, really good
when I move.

I have to get back to work.
Yeah, I'm gonna have to call you back.

Yeah, I, uh...

I miss you too, Ray.

Yeah. Ha, ha. Okay, bye.

I do. And I do not care who knows.

Sounds like
you're getting pretty serious.

I am happy. Ray is happy.

We are meeting in New York
next weekend.

He's taking me to the opera.

The opera?

Wow.

- Does his boyfriend know about you?
Ha-ha-ha.

No, but his mom does.

You've met the rents?

When are we gonna get
to meet him?

All in good time, McGee.

And how is your
special new someone?

I don't have a special anything
and it's none of your business.

Huh.
Well, someone's keeping secrets.

Ha, ha. That's pretty classic
coming from the woman

who's kept her "boyfriend"
hidden from us for months.

I'm not hiding anything.

Ray knows all about you.

Again, why haven't we met him?

Because Ray knows all about you.

I'm not the one
you should be worried about, right?

I've seen men of steel melt from a
mere glance from Leroy Jethro Gibbs.

That flinty steel-eyed stare

that makes those men turn
into sniveling little girls.

Oh, I'm so...
Unh, good morning, boss.

Grab your gear.
Got a dead Naval officer in Virginia.

Hey, Duck,
think we can get a better look at this?

He's wrapped up tighter
than a Thanksgiving turkey.

His ankles are bound. That's odd.

Well, we'll move as fast as we can.

Might wanna move faster.

Looks like the locals
wanna get back to work.

Well, they probably didn't expect him
to be part of their spring crop.

Although, human remains
would make an excellent fertilizer.

- Oh, that is stinky.
- Ooh. Yeah, just a little.

Throat's cut.

Yeah, and a deep cut at that.

Had a pet gerbil when I was a kid.

I, uh, buried him in my mother's
vegetable garden after he died.

That year, her tomatoes
were better than ever.

I used to think of him
every time I bit into one.

He was talking about the fertilizer,
so, uh...

You're right. I'm sorry. Sorry.

The skin is dehydrated.

Decomposition has set in.

How long ago?
- Oh, my guess, four to five days.

He's extremely clean.

There's no defensive wounds.

- No obvious signs of a struggle.
- No blood pooling.

So he was killed somewhere else
and left here.

Gibbs, the farm's owner says
he has only seen his employees

around this area the past week.

Hmm. About a half a mile
from the road, no street lamps.

Easy to come and go
without being seen.

Police report someone found a wallet
and a watch in a Dumpster near town.

- No one claimed it.
You get an ID?

Uh, it was empty
except for about 50 bucks.

Whoever killed the captain
wasn't after his cash.

Uh, this is not a captain.

"Seaman Derek Balfour."

Whoever killed him
could have played dress-up.

Something is in his lapel here,
doctor.

Yes, a Metro card.

Based on the date stamp,
purchased after his time of death.

Jethro, take a look at this.

This young man's gaze
has been altered post-mortem.

Yeah, someone physically
adjusted his eyeballs.

Combine where they're looking now
with the Metro card and, uh...

What is he looking toward?

D.C.

It's a message.

Seaman Derek Balfour, 22.

Enlisted three years ago,
stationed at Norfolk.

Scheduled to ship out next week
for a second tour to the Middle East.

- Service record?
- CO says he's likable,

but a bit of a loose cannon.

- Not captain material, boss.
- He was dedicated, though.

"Seaman Balfour lacks the skills
necessary for promotion,"

yet has great devotion to the Navy.

- "He works harder than anyone else."
- Played even harder.

Written up for a drunk-and-disorderly
six months ago.

Mandatory alcohol counseling.

Passed with flying colors.
Not a blemish since.

- Family?
Mom's in Rhode Island.

They've been estranged for years.

Dad never in the picture.
No siblings.

Left home when he was 15,
supported himself with odd jobs

- until he joined the Navy.
- Thank you.

Friend of Seaman Balfour's says they
were at a D.C. club Thursday night.

They had several beers
and left separately around 1 a.m.

Okay, phone records, e-mails,
financials.

On it.

I thought you were in Miami.

I lied. I was in the parking lot.

You have been very creepy today.

- Sneaky. And, yes, I have.
- Ha, ha.

But for a very good cause.

Introduction, Ziva?

Um, uh. Right. Of course.

Uh, Ray Cruz, this is everyone.

- Special Agent Leroy Jethro Gibbs.
- Pleasure, sir.

Agent Timothy McGee.

- Hi.
How are you?

Tony DiNozzo.

Special Agent Anthony DiNozzo.
It's a pleasure.

- Special Agent, heard good things.
- Yeah. Likewise.

Ziva's friends are our friends.

Of course, the last time
she had an out-of-town visitor,

our director ended up
in the hospital.

Well, I come in peace. Promise.

And despite the injuries
your director sustained,

the agency thinks that you navigated
that situation very well.

You CIA?

Just celebrated my 13th year, sir.

It's funny. Ziva failed
to mention your line of work.

Well, it's what I do. It's not who I am.

That's a very Zen,
new-agey kind of attitude

for someone
who installs puppet regimes.

Okay, uh, Gibbs,
can I give Ray a tour?

Yeah, sure. Don't lose him.

It's been a pleasure
meeting all of you.

Ha, so it's not Renaissance Ray,
it's CIA Ray.

He's Cl-Ray.

You really should get that checked out.
It's like a bad tick.

There's something about this guy,
boss.

His smile is disturbing.
Haven't seen a smile like that

since Christian Bale was barely-
audible Batman in The Dark Knight.

- DiNozzo.
- Right. Back to work.

"It's what I do, not who I am."

What?

It's just so weird.

So many Naval decorations
for the low man on the totem pole.

Sorry. No offense.

Actually, Mr. Palmer,
if Seaman Balfour had been totemised,

as it were,
he would be much closer to the top.

I don't follow.

Native Americans
designed their poles

so that the lower you were on it,
the higher they held you in esteem.

Calling someone "low man on the
totem pole" is, in fact, a compliment.

So all these years,
Gibbs has been complimenting me.

Oh, I wouldn't go that far, Palmer.

How far are you getting, Duck?

As far as the evidence will allow.
Not very.

However, Seaman Balfour here
died from loss of blood

from a severed carotid artery.

A 6-centimeter deep cut.

They knew what they were doing.

And they knew
not to leave anything behind.

The body was thoroughly cleansed.

I mean, I've been over it twice, Jethro.
There's nothing.

No trace of blood, no fingerprints,
no strand of hair. Additionally...

The fingernails were just cut.

Well, manicured is more like it.

The skin was abraded in places
where the person scrubbed so hard.

- Meticulous.
- Not to mention well-trained.

Oh, we did find traces
of a rare high-grade cleanser.

Abby is running tests.

- Medical background?
- Perhaps.

But I wouldn't rule out someone
from law enforcement, either.

Someone who knows the value
of a clean corpse.

Uh, greetings, director.

What brings you
to the nether regions of our building?

I'm so sorry. I had no idea that
that was your parking spot, I swear.

At ease, Palmer.
I'm just here to check on the case.

Heard there were some
unusual characteristics about it.

Still putting it together.

I'm not here to disrupt that.

Just to get an update.

Is that a problem?

No.

Just don't see you down here much.

Things change.

Dr. Mallard,
tell me what you know so far.

All right, let me call you back.

Ah, Agent...
Sorry, Special Agent DiNozzo.

Cl-Ray.

- Need to get that?
- It can wait.

Just wrapping up an old case.

Anything interesting?

Can't talk about it.

- Cl-Ray business?
- Yep.

So, uh, how long are you in town?

As long as Ziva will have me for.

Yeah, she's a tough nut to crack.

But, you know, once you navigate
past that Mossad-influenced exterior

and her inability to grasp
cultural references, she's great.

I'm in love with her.

That's why I'm here.

To tell her?

When are you gonna do that?

I don't know.

Tonight. Tomorrow.

Soon.

You know,
it feels good to finally get it out.

- I'll bet.
- Mm-hm.

You know, I want Ziva's friends
to become my friends,

and she's told me
how close the two of you are.

Ha, ha. I wouldn't say that.

Well, she says
you're like a brother to her.

Meeting.

Do me a favor.

Don't say anything to Ziva.

Hmm.

- Hey, I gotta go.
- Where are you off to?

I have to see an old associate,
but it shouldn't take too long, okay?

Mm-hm.

Somebody sure left in a hurry.

- He has work to do.
- Yeah, so do we. Tell me what we got.

Navy's server showed nothing unusual
in Seaman Balfour's e-mails,

but I did find this.

Bank shows several charges on
his debit card over the past four days.

- Various stores, various amounts.
- Thank you.

Dead guy on a shopping spree.
- Surveillance video?

Abby's still analyzing.

But so far, we've got no clear shot
of the person taking Balfour's identity.

Seaman Balfour's apartment manager
says someone has been staying

- in his apartment since last Friday.
- Day after he was murdered.

- You got a description?
- White male, unknown age.

- Is he there?
Manager saw him

go into the unit this morning,
but never come out.

DiNozzo, come on. Let's go.

It's 203.

If you need, I got the key.

NCIS. Open up.

Clear, boss.

Tidy. Not a thing out of place.

Except for this.

That is one empty refrigerator.

What the hell is that?

He likes leaving things behind.

What, you just happened to be in the
neighborhood, Special Agent Barrett?

A flower, huh?

That's a new one.

I'm gonna take a look around
and see what else I can find.

See what you can find?

I've been tracking the killer
the past nine months.

Three dead Navy men
in three different ports.

What's your connection?

Case started in Rota, Spain.

Rota. Never been there.
Hear it's nice.

Seaman Balfour's murder
fits the pattern,

right down
to the funny little ice cubes.

My killer, my case.

What I was thinking is...

I'll have to call you back.

I take it Agent Barrett got settled in.

Yeah, for the second time.

You could've told me, director.

It was need-to-know. You didn't.
So, what's the problem?

You kept me in the dark, on purpose.

It just landed on our soil, Gibbs.
I'm telling you now.

Called the port-to-port killer.

Victims are all Navy enlisted.

Bodies found near bases
at Sasebo, Guam, Rota.

MO's the same every time.

Throats cut and re-dressed, thoroughly
cleaned and wrapped in plastic.

No physical evidence left behind.

But he does always leave
some kind of object.

- Well, it's a signature.
- Maybe.

Or breadcrumbs.

Left this near the last body in Guam.

A peanut.
- Boiled.

Grown in southeastern Virginia.

Suggested the killer may be
on his way to the States.

Agent Barrett was brought in
last month in anticipation of that move.

Unfortunately, we were right.

- Balfour was the latest victim.
- But he won't be the last.

SECNAV wants the port-to-port killer
found, locked up fast.

I suggest you get past your issues
with E.J. running the lead on this

and find him.

You're quiet.

I'm pensive.

If this is some kind of game,
I'm not playing.

No game.

Oh, I get it.

You don't like it when
I play boss-lady.

Would've been nice to know
you'd be showing up out of the blue.

- You just saw me last night.
- Yes, in my apartment,

wearing my Elvis Costello T-shirt,
which was extremely gratifying.

But I didn't expect you
at my crime scene,

sifting through my evidence.

Technically, it was my crime scene
and my evidence.

Well, technically,
you could have mentioned it.

It wasn't something I could share.

Maybe it was something
you didn't wanna share.

Unh. That thing is pissing me off.

Just move this and...

Ahem.

- What?
- The skylight and computer screens.

Way to avoid awkward moments.

Intriguing.

"A riddle wrapped in a mystery
wrapped in an enigma."

Joe Pesci, Oliver Stone's JFK. Nice.

Winston Churchill, Russia, 1939.

Smarty-pants.

I don't think this is gonna work out
with us on the same case.

- We should stop.
- Okay.

Okay. Best we end it.

Or not.

Dinner my place?

I'll bring wine.

- Got anything, Abs?
- Just that our crazed lunatic killer

also happens to be a plant lover.

After comparing the flower that was
found in Seaman Balfour's apartment

to dozens of species
that are indigenous to North America,

I got a match.

Behold
the pogonia ophioglossoides,

also known
as the snakemouth orchid.

It's a rare species, Gibbs.

So rare it's been put on the
endangered list in several states.

- Yeah, so?
- So if P2P...

The port-to-port killer.
I made that up myself.

If P2P wants to grow one,
he would have to do it himself

- or find someone who could.
- He knows his plants.

Oh, that's not all he knows.

Seaman Balfour's wounds were clean.
There were no ragged edges.

The angle and bevel of the cut
run in a straight line.

- So our weapon is...
- Surgical.

Yep. And it's a perfect match to this.

I also matched the cleanser
that was found on the body.

It's an iodine-based scrub
called Xenophine.

It's made in Canada,
and it's only sold to hospitals.

So we're looking for someone
in the medical field?

- A doctor maybe?
- Yeah, or a surgeon or nurse, maybe.

Abs, do you need a doctor?

No, it's just change, Gibbs.

Change makes me itch.

It always has.

It's Agent Barrett. I'm not a fan.

I mean, of change. Her, I don't mind.

She's feisty for someone so small,
um, and I like that.

Not that I like her,
because I don't really.

- Abby.
- Not like I like you.

- Abs. Abs.
- I just like our family just the way it is.

Nothing's gonna change.

I do not trust her. And I know that
Gibbs does not trust her.

But she will be here running lead
until we solve this case.

I mean, throwing in someone new,
it's never a good idea.

Never.

I'm sorry.

I'm rambling.

- Mm-hm.
- Okay, so enough about my day.

How was the meeting
with your associate?

Mm-mm. Can we talk about something
other than work just for a while?

A very little while.

There's something that
I wanna tell you.

- Okay.
- I...

- Ignore it. No...
- Wait.

Okay. I'm sorry, that was...

- That was McGee.
- Mm.

He had a question.

What did you need to tell me?

Nothing.

It could wait.

The port-to-port killer
is a highly egotistical individual.

He's lethal and determined and...

You're all welcome to join me.

I'm not really into yelling
from all the way over here.

Yeah, we can hear you fine.

Keep going.

Suspect is a white male,
anywhere from 25 to 55.

Never married. No children.
Born into money.

He is charming, charismatic
and very entitled.

Are you sure
we're not looking for Tony?

He's killed in Japan, Guam, Spain,
and now the U.S.

No connection
between any of his victims

besides the fact that they're all Navy
or former Navy.

He is well-traveled, multilingual,
adapts to other cultures easily.

And as you know, his MO suggests
he has medical training of some kind.

Doesn't tell us why he promotes them
before he dumps them.

Or why he leaves things behind.

The flower from Balfour's apartment
told us nothing.

Could indicate
where he's going next.

I think he's still here.
And he's not leaving anytime soon.

Is that a hunch,
Special Agent Barrett?

We're talking
about a pathological individual.

He's smart,
incredibly high-achieving...

Oh, I doubt it.

I think that these murders
are his biggest achievement.

That a hunch, Agent Gibbs?

Boss, I got something here
you should see.

Excuse me.

It's from Seaman Balfour's
personal e-mail cache.

The most recent
was the morning of his death.

"You're crazy if you think
you'll get away with this, Balfour.

- "I'll kill you before that happens."
- You got a name, McGee?

Yep, 24-year-old Bryce Leitner,
heir to the Leitner timber fortune.

Dropped out of med school
two years ago.

Been traveling the world ever since.

And he has visited Japan,
Guam and Spain in the past year.

Do you have a location?

Last known local address
is a condo in Georgetown.

We can be done in ten minutes
or here all day. It's up to you.

I'm not saying anything.

Let's talk about Sasebo, Japan.

Why were you there?

Starting without me,
Special Agent Barrett?

Oh, we're just getting settled in.

You're in my chair.

We need to know why you traveled
so much last year, Mr. Leitner.

You've been in D.C. two weeks?

Yeah.

And before you arrived here, you
were in Europe and Southeast Asia.

We have e-mails you sent
threatening Seaman Balfour's life.

Yeah, so? I hated the guy.

"Next time I see you,
I'll take your head off."

It's a figure of speech.

- Really?
- Yeah.

I find that funny.

It's almost what the killer did.

You were in Japan, Guam, Spain...

Where were you a week ago?

Let him answer my question, Gibbs.

Why the threats to Balfour?

Because that loser made a move
on my girl.

Can you believe that?

Low-class piece of...

And just to spite me,
she actually goes out with the jerk.

So I get screwed twice.

Tell me, Bryce.

What's it like to have it all?

The looks. The money.

World travel.

The women.

Excuse us.

There are standards in there. Rules.

I can interrogate him
however I want.

Different strokes. You weren't
getting anywhere with him.

- And he's my suspect.
- That's my room.

- Vance put me in charge.
- Vance isn't here.

I'm trying to establish
that he was in all four cities

- at the same time of the murders.
- Focus on Balfour.

That's our body. That's our evidence.
That's our case.

This is a multiple murder case.

Start by pinning one murder on him
and then connect the others.

- That's how it's done.
- Maybe that's the old-school way.

That's my way.

I'm calling Vance.

I'll be talking to Leitner.

Are you questioning whether I know
what I'm doing, Agent Gibbs?

No, ma'am.
I'm questioning the way you do it.

Yeah, it's Gibbs.

Yeah, Abs. I'll be right there.

- Where are you going?
- Wherever you are.

Did you guys have a fight?

- Yes.
- No.

- Excuse me.
Abs, what have you got?

Okay,
so I ran Bryce Leitner's name

through every intelligence
and law enforcement database.

AFIS, Interpol, DIA, CIA.
Point, Abby?

- Wow.
- Abs, come on.

Okay. Leitner's in the system because
of a DUI charge in Virginia last year.

- Okay. And?
- And he gave blood.

- What does that have to do with it?
- Only everything.

That, my fearless leader,

is the Spanish fishing village
of Rosa Verde.

There was a viral outbreak there
last July.

About a thousand people
were infected.

Leitner's blood had traces
of the pertussis virus.

Exactly, which means...

He was in Spain
at the same time as the Rota murder.

And he was here in D.C.
on the date that Balfour was killed.

Looks like my suspect is panning out,
Agent Gibbs.

Barrett.

Do you wanna talk about it?

I'm telling you.

You mess with the Great White,
you're gonna get eaten.

I'm not afraid of him.

That's your first mistake.

Look, there's a pretty good chance
I just caught the port-to-port killer.

Besides, Gibbs isn't exactly
in Vance's good graces these days.

There's your second mistake.

I get the feeling
they're not on the best of terms.

- And Vance outranks him.
- Ha, ha.

Okay, I've seen a few directors
come and go.

There's only been one
Leroy Jethro Gibbs. Do the math.

Yeah, and there's only one
Anthony DiNozzo.

Actually, there are two.

This case may take more
than a few weeks for me to wrap up.

And?

And, um, I'm just saying
I could get used to this.

I like the city life and these offices,
despite that ridiculous skylight.

Oh. You get used to that.

Well, then maybe your co-workers
could get used to the idea

of me being here
on a more permanent basis.

I look at you and how you've
made this place work for yourself.

It's your home.

It's all about the people around you.

Yeah. I'm starting to get that.

Agent David. Cl-Ray.

Stop calling him that.

- It's okay. I kind of like it.
- Ha, ha.

Agent Cruz.

Wait.
Uh, do you two know each other?

Well, yeah. Didn't he tell you?

Tell me what?

Ray's our CIA liaison with NCIS
on the port-to-port killer case.

He has been from the start.

- Look, I...
- No.

Okay, you lied to me, Ray.

What does the CIA call it?

Do they call it disinformation?
A cover story?

I was protecting you, okay?

I do not need protection.

It was need-to-know information.
I was not allowed to tell you, period.

- Did you sleep with Agent Barrett?
- No, no.

And if I did,
I would have told you about it.

I didn't come for this case.
I came for you.

Oh, just stop it. Stop it.

- Was any of it real?
- Yes.

Were you just planning on using me
to get information

just in case things with Barrett
didn't pan out?

I mean, was that it?

- Am I part of this backup plan?
- No, you're overreacting.

Oh, my gosh.
You wanna see me overreact, Ray?

Why don't you tell me another lie?
Why don't you tell me sky is yellow?

Why don't you tell me that water
is not wet or that sand is not dry?

Why don't you tell me
that you love me?

I love you.

I love you, Ziva.

I don't believe you.

What about our time in Miami, huh?

The trips?

What about the romantic dinners?
I mean, was?

Was that all part of your plan?

Mm-mm.

It was real. It is real.

We are real.

I wish I could believe you.

You have the wrong guy.

Leitner.
He's not the port-to-port killer.

He's a mule
for the Syrian government.

We've been watching his every move
for the last 16 months

and there's no way
he could have killed any of them.

You didn't hear this from me.

Gibbs, I gotta talk to you.

I need to tell you something.

I cannot tell you how I know this
and you cannot ask.

All right. Tell me what?

Bryce Leitner
is not the port-to-port killer.

How sure are you?

Very.

Okay.

Turns out our chief suspect
isn't the port-to-port killer.

How can you be so sure?

Reliable source.

- How reliable?
- Very.

Well, what's that supposed to mean?

It means Leitner has alibis
for all three international murders.

That still leaves our local body.

McGee, Balfour. Crime scene photos.
Put them up.

Look, I've been on this case
for nine months.

I've studied every piece of evidence.

I've studied these photos
a hundred times in the last 24 hours.

Yeah, well,
we're gonna study them again.

Go close-up on his decorations.

What?

Surface Warfare pin.

Four Navy Air Medals.
- Distinguished Flying Cross.

No way a black shoe

could have a Distinguished
Flying Cross and four Air Medals.

Boss,
this guy should have pilot wings.

So the killer made a mistake
when re-dressing the victim?

Has he ever made a mistake before?

Never. The guy's meticulous.

This is a message.
He wanted us to see these.

McGee,
put up a map of the murders.

- All port cities. Already been over this.
- Airports.

And I've already checked
the flight manifest for all passengers.

Not interested in passengers. Hubs.

- Hubs?
- Hubs.

Ziva, McGee, MTAC now.

Stay.

Told you not
to play with the Great White.

Homeland just had FAA transfer

all encrypted Flight Watch data.

Do it.

Airlines servicing all four cities
where the port-to-port killer struck.

Now, there's four airlines that service
Sasebo and Guam, but not Rota.

There's only one that services
all three cities and D.C.

Espree Airlines.

Go to all four international hubs,
as well as Reagan and Dulles.

Cities are transfer points.

Meaning stopover points for pilots,

flight crew, stewards
and maintenance workers.

Checking the employee records
for Espree Airlines.

All right. Now, these are the names
of various flight personnel

who had stopovers in the cities
where the murders occurred.

How many served in the U.S. Navy?

- Six.
- How many were in all four cities

at the times of all four murders?

One. Nathan Finney,
U.S. Navy, retired.

Put him up.

F-18 jockey. Top of his
Top Gun class in San Diego.

Served in Gulf Wars I and II.

That explains the decorations.

Eighty bombing sorties
in downtown Baghdad.

Our killer's a war hero?

Give me an address.

Just outside Alexandria.

Clear.

Clear.

Clear.

Nothing here, boss.

Out here.

Nathan Finney
with a bad case of freezer burn?

Heat wave and autopsy.

I guess there really is
global warming.

Yeah, autopsy is indeed topsy-turvy
today, Mr. Palmer.

Nice alliteration, doctor.

What have we got?

Uh, based on the depth angle
of penetration

and the keenness of the blade,
I'd say it was...

The same scalpel as the murders.

Yes. Carotid artery and windpipe
severed with great precision.

You have a time of death?

I'd say he's been dead and frozen
for at least six weeks.

So you've got one more dead body,
but no port-to-port killer. Is that right?

We're confident we're closing in.

Good, because SECNAV tasked me
to solve this case.

So I'm gonna tell him what?

We got a bouquet of flowers,
some more ice and no suspects.

- Leon...
- I put both of you on this case

to double the chances
of catching this lunatic.

Now I'm wondering if I didn't double
his chances of escaping.

Look, I don't care how you do it.

Together, apart. Mean, nice.

Just get it done.

So I guess we're still partners.

See you in the morning,
Special Agent Barrett.

Are you sleeping with DiNozzo?

It's not against NCIS policy
to date coworkers.

It's against my policy.

This team operates on respect.

- You don't respect me.
- No, I don't trust you.

- Really?
- Really.

Except to work the case,

leave my team alone.

We clear?

Hey. You shouldn't drink alone.
It's too depressing.

It's a club soda
and I'm not depressed.

Wouldn't blame you.
It's been a rough day.

Maybe for you. I'm fine.

- You were fine, you wouldn't be here.
- Okay, then let's go.

I would like a drink.

And it is depressing to drink alone.

Barkeep, anything old and gold.
I might be getting a cold.

Sorry. Scotch on the rocks.
Thank you.

Coming up.

He's CIA.

They have a sworn duty
to protect what they know.

Same as we do.
He was just doing his job.

He lied to me, Tony.

Yeah. Because...

...he cares about you.

Does not matter, because it's over.

Scotch, sir.

What about you and E. J?

What about us?

What are you gonna do when
Gibbs finds out?

I understand this woman, Ziva.
I understand her.

That's why it's working.

This is for you.

I didn't order that.

The guy in the booth did.

I wonder who.