NCIS (2003–…): Season 8, Episode 7 - Broken Arrow - full transcript

Sir, with rush-hour traffic,
you're gonna be late

- for your 8 a.m. staff meeting.
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Where is he?

It's coming from over there.

McGee.

Look what was waiting for me
when I got home last night.

Your passport?

My United States of America
passport.

Ziva, congratulations.
God, that's great. Can I peek?

- Yeah.
- All right.

Ugh. See, that is unfair.

No one's passport picture
should look this good.

- You think?
- Heh. Yeah.

Where did you have it taken?
A photo studio?

No. A booth at the post office.

Hey, Tony. Look what Ziva got.

Congratulations. I'll alert the media.

Wow, you're in a great mood.

You know, I was

until I woke up this morning
and saw that my father called.

What did he want?

I don't know.
I haven't called him back yet.

Maybe he needs something, Tony.

That's a given.
He called at 4:30 a.m.

I was having such a good week.

Okay.

When was the last time
you heard from him?

I don't know. A couple months ago.

- Where we going, boss?
- U.S. Naval Academy, Annapolis.

Looks like they went
through his pockets.

Wonder what they were trying to find.
Didn't take the wallet, watch or phone.

Make a note, would you, to have
Abby check for trace evidence?

Uh, yeah, thanks for that, Tony.
I would have done it anyway.

Hey, guys!

Someone's gonna have to go
through this. This is disgusting.

Last time I checked,
I was senior field agent.

Well, it's too bad we don't have
a probationary agent with us.

But we do.
- We do.

You're going to pull rank on me?

I got a call from Woody.

Woke me up before dawn
this morning.

- Very cryptic.
- What do you mean?

He wanted to show me something.

Asked me to meet him here.

But it was like he thought
he was being bugged.

He just said,
"At the exact spot we first met."

- Here? In front of Fowler Hall?
- Yeah. We were plebes together.

Met right here I-Day 1973.

You have no idea
what he meant by that?

No. None. I haven't spoken to him
in two or three years.

After he retired from the Navy,
he went to work in the private sector.

What's your assignment,
Admiral Chase?

Are you asking me because you
wanna know if Iverson was coming

to see me about something
personal or my job?

I asked you
what your assignment was, sir.

I don't think this is the place
for that discussion.

I'm overdue at the Pentagon.

I'll get in touch with NCIS
this afternoon.

Everything okay, boss?

Find out what exactly Admiral Chase
does do at the Pentagon.

- Got it.
- What do you got, Duck?

Well, at this point, I can only estimate
the time of death as early this morning

and there are no definitive signs
of cause.

I did note a foreign substance
beneath the nail of his right forefinger.

Analysis to follow.

Ah. Can't you just sense
the esprit de corps?

You might be interested to know
that your college here in Annapolis

was founded in 1845.

That's almost 20 years
before its British equivalent

in Dartmouth in Devonshire.

Yeah, my father wanted me to attend
the Britannia Royal Naval College,

but I had other ideas.

Sorry, Duck. Sorry, Duck.

Boss, Vice Admiral C. Clifford Chase
is part of the E Ring.

He's the deputy director of operations
for the Joint Chiefs of Staff.

Woodrow Wilson Iverson retired
from the Navy

with the rank of commander
18 years ago

to join Royce Global Group,

the international mining
and shipping company.

It was founded by the legendary
business titan Jonathon Royce.

He's become sort of like a Howard
Hughes recluse since the death

of his son in a racing accident
at Le Mans four years ago.

Hasn't been seen in public
since the funeral.

Rumor is he's holed up in a chalet
in Gstaad, Switzerland.

Sole heir is his daughter, Rachel, who
lives in Bridgehampton, Long Island.

Iverson left from Geneva International
aboard a Royce jet

and passed through Dulles Customs
at 3:12 a.m. this morning.

Plane's manifest shows a crew
of three and four passengers.

Names.

You okay, McGee?

Uh, I'm fine.

I'm fine. Sorry, boss.

This is security video
taken at the executive terminal.

Theo Gaston, Swiss national,
corporate head of security.

Dan Mayfield,
COO and Royce's right-hand man.

That is Woody Iverson, our victim.

Tony.

That looks like your father.

- No, it can't be.
- Oh, it is.

Manifest reads Anthony D. DiNozzo,
Senior. New York, New York.

Passengers Mayfield and Gaston
are on the way in.

My father's not answering.
I got voicemail again.

Track his cell, McGee.

Why didn't I take his call
this morning?

I'm sure he's all right, Tony.
He looked fine getting off the plane.

Yeah, so did the guy in front of him.

He ended up dead,
crammed in a dumpster.

Slow down, DiNozzo.

All right, I got a hit.

151001st Street, Northeast.
Mid-Atlantic Trailways bus station.

Oh, this is worse than I thought.
My father at a bus station?

Ziver.

On it.

Thank you.

Woody Iverson and I started working
for Jonathon Royce

about the same time 18 years ago.

Why was Iverson in Washington,
Mr. Mayfield?

We flew in
for the annual Royce summit.

It's an international trade symposium
Jonathon initiated ten years ago.

- Is he here?
- No. No, he doesn't attend anymore.

But it is a sought-after invitation
from industrial buyers.

They come, they meet,
exchange ideas.

- Deals are made.
- Oh.

Either one of you have any idea

where Iverson was going
after he left the airport?

No idea.

We had a limo to take us into town,

but Woody said he had something
to do and would take a cab.

There was another passenger
on the plane he left with.

He might know.

Anthony DiNozzo?

They shared a cab.

What's Mr. DiNozzo's connection
to Royce Global?

He and Jonathon go way back.

They met in Gstaad years ago.

They gambled, skied,
chased women together.

DiNozzo was hanging
around the corporate terminal

in Geneva, looking for a ride.

I checked with Jonathon.
He said it was fine.

So the last time you saw Iverson,
he was with DiNozzo.

Yes, sir.

There he is, Tony.
Thank God he's all right.

Give me a second.

This is unbelievable.

- Dad. Dad.
- Oh

Junior.

- What are you doing here?
- In Washington?

At a bus station.

Why didn't you answer my call?

Well, you did call me in the middle
of the night, and I did return it.

- When?
- Half an hour ago.

Blocked ID.

You know
I don't accept blocked calls.

How'd you find me?

I'm a federal agent, Dad.

That doesn't give you a right
to violate my privacy.

What else do you know?

I know you arrived this morning
on a Royce Global private jet

around 3 a.m.

You keeping tabs on me, Junior?

I'm investigating a murder, Dad.

Murder?

Woody Iverson.

What happened?

We need you to come down
to the Navy Yard.

Yeah.

Oh, is that Ziva?

Yeah.

Junior, get my bag.

Oh, Ziva. Look at you.

- What do you say, sweetheart?
Hi.

Watch the hands.

I'm so happy to see you.

Let's go.

Here we are again, Agent Gibbs.

I was shocked
to hear about Woody Iverson.

- How long have you known him?
- About 24 hours.

Met him in Geneva at the airport.

Right.

You hitched a ride on the Royce jet.

Ah. I confess. I am a plane whore.

I hate to fly commercial.

Ever fly in a G-Five?

It is a whole different world. Ha, ha.

Did you talk to Iverson on the flight?

Mayfield and I played gin,
drank 30-year-old Scotch.

Heh. I took him for a hundred bucks.

Iverson sat by himself.

So he never spoke to anyone.

Briefly about the summit
that they were flying in for.

Mayfield invited me
to the opening-night reception

at Jonathon Royce's mansion.

- Are you going?
- No, I think he was just being polite

because of my relationship
with Jonathon.

Did you see Royce
while you were in Switzerland?

No. Not for years.

He doesn't talk to anybody.

Are we through?

So you never talked to Iverson
on the plane,

but you did share a cab into the city.

Yeah.

I'm beginning to feel like a suspect.

I don't expect special treatment
because I'm Junior's father,

and I accept that you and I
will never be friends, Gibbs,

but I don't like your tone.

You were the last person
to see Iverson alive.

How I feel about you personally
is irrelevant.

This is a murder investigation,
and I'll follow it wherever it leads.

Iverson was taking a taxi into town.

I asked him if I could share a ride.
He dropped me at the Adams House.

He never mentioned where
he was going from there. Hmm?

Yeah, it's Gibbs.

Mm-hm. I'll be right there.

- What?
- He's lying.

He never registered
at the Adams House. I checked.

What is he up to?

Woody Iverson was a friend.
I have reason to believe

that his death may have
national security implications.

We have to make sure

that you have the correct personnel
on this case, director.

Gibbs and his team
can definitely handle it.

Come in.

Admiral Chase has some information
for us.

Yes. When I got back
to the Pentagon,

I conferred
with my intelligence officers.

At the Joint Chiefs'?

Yeah.

Our analysts used ECHELON

to electronically intercept the words
"Iverson" and "Royce Global."

We picked up chatter regarding
Royce's summit tomorrow in D.C.

Seems to be a great deal of interest
from international arms dealers

who haven't attended in past years.

Royce made his billions
in shipping and mining. Not arms.

Maybe we should notify NSA.

I briefed them.
We have to act quickly.

Surveilling this conference
is gonna be difficult.

It's civilian, it's heavily secured,
the guest list is highly restricted.

Excuse me.

You just got here. Don't you want
to stay a couple of days?

You can have some quality time
with Tony.

Oh, I'd love to, Abby,
but I have to get back to New York.

- I've been away too long.
- We barely got to see you.

Yeah, we were kind of hoping
to hear your version

of why Junior got expelled
from boarding school.

In your wildest dreams, McGee.
Let's go.

What's the matter with you, Junior?
Relax.

Hey, DiNozzo. Hold on a minute.

Don't move. Stay.

- Yeah, boss?
- Hey, where's your dad going?

- New York.
- No, not yet.

We need him
to get us into the reception.

I'll wait.

Using my father is a very bad idea.

No other option, DiNozzo.

You don't know him like I do.
It can lead to nothing but trouble.

Summit starts tomorrow night.
He's our entr?e.

Okay.

Please. He can't stay at my place.

Thanks, Donald.

Well, we got lucky.

- What do you mean?
- This town is booked.

There's not a decent hotel room
to be found.

But I used my influence on Donald,
the concierge at the Adams House,

and got the last room available.

What floor?

Penthouse.

You see? Who do you think
is gonna pay for that? Not him.

Call the cashier. Get a purchase order
to cover the cost of the room.

But...

Isn't 310 a Los Angeles area code?

Yep. Why?

Well, the last entry Iverson made
on the notepad in his cell phone

was at 4:42 a.m.

That was about 20 minutes

after the cab dropped
Tony's father off at the hotel.

See, this looks like a phone number
to me. 310-555-0142.

Ah. All the billions and billions
of binary possibilities,

all those little ones and zeros
being compared,

and now the DNA search
is complete.

- Oh, drat.
- What's wrong?

Ducky found DNA
underneath the victim's fingernails

- and I ran it through CODIS.
- Oh, Tony's father?

McGee, that's not funny.

- I was just kidding. Sorry.
- No, I didn't get a match.

So now I have to expand the search
to all the international databases.

And it's going to take me forever.

I just think Tony is too judgmental
of his father.

Well, Abs,
Tony didn't have a normal childhood.

Senior wasn't exactly Cliff Huxtable.

No, I know.
But Mr. D's getting older now.

I think he's trying to make up
for his mistakes.

Tony's lucky. He still has a father.

I mean, I wish mine were alive.

I would forgive him for anything.

- That's strange.
- Hmm? What?

I'm getting
a low-level radiation reading

off the victim's pocket,
but there's nothing here.

- Color me confused.
- Yeah, color me too.

I just Googled the 310 number.

Got the homepage
of a Beverly Hills wellness center.

They specialize in colonics
and herbal enemas.

Ew.

Looking for me?

Went down to the spa.
Steam and a massage.

Needed it.

Never used to get jet lag.

I wasn't expecting any guests
tonight.

Checking up on me?

No, I just wanted to talk to you

without your son being
on the other side of the glass.

Have a seat.

No, I'm not gonna be here that long.

Tony thinks that it's a mistake
to involve you in an NCIS investigation.

- What do you think?
- Well, I think I'm sticking my neck out.

But I wanted to look you in the eye

and see if I'm wrong.

And?

And I think you're just enough
of a con man to be able to pull it off.

That is a strange thing to say

to someone you're asking
to do you a favor.

Are you enjoying yourself,
Mr. DiNozzo?

Well, I have a certain kind of lifestyle,
Agent Gibbs.

Yeah.

Well, you can cut the act.
I know you're broke.

Why do you and Junior believe that?

Did Tony talk to you
about your money problem?

No.

His actions speak louder
than his lack of words.

Last year when I stayed here,
Junior picked up my hotel bill,

paid for my flight to Monte Carlo.

He wanted me to believe that it was
a gift from Prince Omar Ibn Alwaan.

Is this some sort of game
you two play?

Have you ever just been honest
with each other?

There may be things
that I haven't told my son,

but I have never lied to him.

You probably won't believe this, Gibbs,
but I'm starting to like you.

You're not afraid
to say what you think.

Champagne?

As Bogie said in Casablanca:

"This could be the beginning
of a beautiful friendship."

Hmm?

I do not understand.

Yesterday you were upset
that your father called.

Now you're upset that he did not want
to go to dinner with you last night.

- He gave me a lame excuse.
- What?

He said he'd already eaten
and he wanted to turn in early.

Tony, your father flew all the way
from Europe.

I can understand that he is tired.

"Tired" is not a word
in his vocabulary.

- Ahh.
- Wonderful. Thanks very much.

Boss, I got something.

Why Iverson was calling for a colonic
in the middle of the night?

He wasn't.

It didn't make sense.
If it was a phone number,

he would have kept it
in the contact list, not in the notepad.

- So why did he?
- To make a notation

so he could remember something.

- What?
- The cab that he was riding in.

The last seven digits turn out
to be the phone number

for the Downtown DC
Taxi Company.

The 310 is a reference
to the cab he was in, not an area code.

Why would Iverson make a note
of the cab number?

Whoever killed Iverson went through
his pockets looking for something.

Maybe Iverson hid whatever it was
in the vehicle.

I called the dispatcher. Talked to the
cabbie and they're bringing the taxi in.

The cabbie said
that Iverson was acting very hinky.

Kept looking out the back window.

Hey, I got something.

This was wedged between the cushion
and the seat-back.

MK-15.

- It's got a serial number.
Hmm.

It's beta particles and gamma rays.

Almost identical to what I found
in the victim's pocket.

Why is this radioactive?

Well, when in doubt, try the Internet.

Hydrogen bomb?

"On March 10th, 1956,
a B-47 carrying a Mark 15 warhead

bearing the serial number 47787

disappeared during
a scheduled air-to-air refueling

over the Mediterranean Sea.

After becoming lost in a cloud bank,
the plane was never heard from again."

"Its wreckage, including the
3.4 megaton hydrogen bomb,

was never found."

Boss,
this is about a lost nuclear weapon.

- Broken arrow.
- Three-point-four megatons?

That's a hundred times more powerful
than the bomb dropped on Hiroshima.

Well, if they got the plate
then they found the bomb.

And the nuclear material.

That's what Woody Iverson
wanted to show me?

We think he was being followed
and hid it in the cab.

We sent the plate to NMCC
for verification.

It's definitely the Mark 15
that went missing 54 years ago.

Well, that much time underwater,
the bomb is inoperable,

but the nuclear material has a half-life
of several million years.

We've always feared terrorists
getting their hands on a nuke.

It's the first broken arrow that's
actually come back to haunt us.

Gentlemen,
this whole situation has gotten

a lot bigger
than a homicide investigation.

We'll take it from here.

I've already spoken to SECNAV.

This is an NCIS investigation.

Do I need to remind you
why we're a civilian-run agency?

With all due respect, admiral,

those stars on your shoulder don't
carry much weight in this building.

Sir, if you wanna be briefed
on where we are so far,

what we know, you're welcome
to stay. That's up to you.

Royce Group is deeply involved
in underwater mining.

Their vessel, the Global Seeker,
is purportedly in the Mediterranean,

exploring the ocean floor
for polymetallic nodules.

They could've stumbled
on the plane wreckage,

found the weapon while dredging.

Why didn't they contact
the U.S. government?

Iverson was looking for you.

Someone stopped him.

Royce has some questions
to answer.

We don't know
how involved he is anymore.

No one has seen him
or heard from him in four years.

We think his COO,
Dan Mayfield, runs the show.

Are you
gonna bring this Mayfield in?

No, not yet.
It's all conjecture, admiral.

If they've recovered the nuke,
we don't wanna spook them.

Your intel people received chatter
about the Royce summit, right?

Mm.

We're gonna infiltrate
that opening-night reception.

Royce's mansion
was extensively renovated in 2002.

I got the blueprints
from the city engineer.

Now, during the summit,
Mayfield holds his private meetings

here in the study.

That's where we should
plant the bug.

Theo Gaston, head of security,
is supplementing his staff

with local hires.

I've been unable
to obtain the guest list,

but there is a video security system
in the house connected to the Internet.

- I can hack into it.
- I've got faith in you.

- The van ready?
- Still got some equipment left.

Good. Go. Go.

- What?
- Using my father is a mistake.

- I've heard that before.
- He won't know what to look for.

Sure, he can work a room
and he's a charmer, but come on.

We know this is different.

He's not going in alone.
He's being accompanied by an agent.

No, boss. I... This is a bad idea.

I know where you're going
and he and I don't work well together.

Oil and water.

I got another agent in mind.

One who speaks a bunch of languages
and looks a lot better in a dress.

You're going with my father?

Oh, this is crazy.

Your father doesn't think so.
He sent me flowers.

DiNozzo, if you're so worried
about your father,

then go to the hotel and check on him
and make sure he's ready.

That's what I'll do.

Uh, Special Agent Gibbs?

What, Fred?
- I have a problem.

Uh, Anthony DiNozzo, Sr. is not only
staying in a $1500-a-night suite,

he's also running up a huge tab.

Spa treatment, manicure,
room service, French champagne,

and I just got a call
he's ordered a limousine for tonight.

Guess you haven't got the bill
for the flowers yet.

Just a little less break in the front.

Mm-hm.

Oh, Junior, what do you think?

Oh, Dad. Ha-ha-ha.

You look great.
Could you excuse us?

- Certainly.
- Just a moment, Vincent.

Thanks.

Oh, gosh, wow.

Are you out of your mind?

You don't bring a personal tailor
up to your room.

Dad, come on. This is a...

Wow, that's soft.

Pure cashmere.

One hundred percent virgin.

You rented a cashmere tuxedo?

No. Bought it. At least, NCIS did.

You're out of control.

Are you here to brief me
on tonight's op? Hmm?

Now, you think you're James Bond,
don't you?

Dad, there is no op.

Your job is to get Ziva into the party
so she can plant the bug. That's it.

Then you stay out of her way.
Get it?

- Got it.
- Good.

What is your current relationship
with her?

Ziva?

We're co-workers. We don't have
a relationship. It's strictly business.

Then you won't mind
if I make my move

if the opportunity presents itself.

- Dad...
- What?

Please. I beg you.

Don't embarrass me.

Cause of death
was cervical dislocation.

Yes, all indications were
that it was barehanded.

C1 and C2 were dislocated,
causing immediate asphyxia.

Why aren't you getting ready?
- I got something on Mayfield.

Well, I'll leave you two
to your detective work.

Oh, I have two tickets

to the Norman Rockwell exhibit
at the Smithsonian.

Huh. No matter.

- What is that?
Rachel Royce.

- Oh, his daughter.
- And not a fan of Dan Mayfield.

What did you find out?

A month ago she filed a lawsuit
in a Swiss court.

Her complaint is that Mayfield

has unlawfully denied access
to her father.

Rachel Royce claims that she
has not seen him in four years

or spoken to him in three.

That's not nice.

No, it's not nice.
She blames Mayfield,

and not her brother's tragic death,
for making Royce a recluse.

I've got calls in to Rachel
and her lawyer.

If she's Royce's sole beneficiary,
then Mayfield's gonna be looking

for work as soon as Royce dies.

I do hope
he's got a good retirement plan.

That's good work. Now, get going.

Now, go. Come on. Showtime.

Mm. Mm, mm, mm.

- Nutter Butter.
- This is surreal.

I feel like I'm in a James Bond movie
directed by Fellini.

On a stakeout, watching my father
and Ziva go undercover

- while you munch on a Nutter Butter.
- Ha, ha.

We're approaching the house.

All right, Ziva.
We read you loud and clear.

You look ravishing, Sophia.

Oh, oh.
Uh-uh.

There it is.

This is the beginning
of the end of my career.

Getting a solid image
off the spy-cam brooch.

There's Dan Mayfield.

Come on, I'll introduce you to him.

- That the Royce vessel?
- Mm-hm.

In the Mediterranean.
Real-time satellite image.

It's a hundred miles southwest
of Corsica.

It's 0300 there.

Supposedly looking for minerals.

It's 200 miles from
where the military lost radio contact

with the B-47 back in 1956.

Explains why search parties
never found the wreckage,

- they were looking in the wrong place.
- I've notified the Joint Chiefs.

Several ships from the 6th Fleet
have been put on alert.

That Mark 15 weighs 7,600 pounds.

Our analyst tells us that that ship's
not equipped to lift anything that heavy.

They've got a submersible.
They could have used it

to remove the serial plate
to verify their find.

We think they're waiting
for equipment necessary

to raise that bomb to arrive.

How's this going?

Well, Mayfield's list
justified our suspicions.

We've already identified
four international arms dealers.

Our people are in the middle of it.

Who's this?

Got her, Ziva.

Name is Julie Merriweather.

President of Merriweather Associates,
a Beltway PR firm.

So you actually live in New York?

It's my base.

McGEE
Who's that in the corner?

Would you excuse me?

Okay, darling. I'll be right here.

Tony, I think you just got a glimpse
of your next stepmother.

That's very funny, McGee.

What's your relationship with Sophia?

We don't have a relationship.

It's strictly business.

Ziva, try to get a clear view.

No, Mayfield's blocking him.
Move to your left, Ziva.

Good. Good.

Great. Got him.

Agah Bayar.

Turkish arms dealer.

He's on the Interpol's watch list.

Tomorrow,
when the others break into groups,

- we'll get a chance to talk alone.
Sure.

- No, thank you.
- She's very beautiful, isn't she?

Yes. She is.

She's with an old acquaintance
of Jonathon Royce's.

Great party.

You know who she is, don't you?

Her name's Sophia.

No.

I believe her name's Ziva.

She's the daughter of Eli David,
director of the Israeli Mossad.

It is known that she's now
a U.S. federal agent.

Are you sure?

Uh-oh. Push in.

What's this all about?

Doesn't look good.

Ziva, give me a 20 on Gaston.

He's not in the room.

While I'm interested
in your proposition,

I'm not interested in spending the rest
of my life in an American prison.

Goodbye.

Bayar's on the move.

Keep smiling, Ziva.

I'm telling you, I don't like this.

- Hi.
- Hi.

Hi. What's going on in there?

- What do you got?
- Do you have any idea how hard it is

to run an international DNA search?

Interpol has 179 member states,
all of which need answers

- to their inquiries immediately.
- Abby.

Remember Fiona,
the genetic scientist

from Liechtenstein
I became pen pals with?

- Well, her cousin works for Interpol.
- Yeah, I remember.

And he ran the DNA

from underneath our victim's
fingernails for me. Got a hit.

Theo Gaston.
Head of Royce's security.

He used to be a Swiss grenadier.

And he taught hand-to-hand combat
for the elite special forces.

What's going on?

DiNozzo, time to get your father out.

Tell Ziva to keep Gaston
under surveillance.

We got DNA evidence
that ties him to the murder.

- Got it, boss.
- Gaston takes orders from Mayfield.

We got enough
to bring them both in.

- Ziva, pull out.
Just a few more minutes.

I have not planted the bug yet.

Get my father out of there.

He is fine, Tony.
- Gibbs' order.

Gaston's the killer.

- We're leaving.
- No, no, no. Not yet.

The president of the World Bank
just arrived.

Chance of a lifetime.
I only need a few minutes with him.

This is not a request,
it is an order. Move.

World Bank.

Hello, Heinrich.
How's the finance world?

Oh, Dad, shut up.

Going somewhere, Agent David?

Theo, great party.

Really appreciate the invite
and the plane ride.

- But I'm not feeling too well.
- Just get out of there.

Maybe I had a little too much
to drink.

- Boss, we're on the move.
- Does Agent David carry a weapon?

She is a weapon.

I need you both to come with me.

We're leaving.

You're gonna have to go through me,
Dan.

What are you gonna do, old man?

Junior.
Can I borrow your handcuffs?

Come on. Junior.

In the Mediterranean Sea,

off the coast of Corsica,

ships of the U.S. 6th Fleet have come
to the aid of the Global Seeker,

a deep-sea mining vessel owned

by the reclusive billionaire
Jonathon Royce.

The Navy has responded to a distress
call received from the ship's captain.

Media's going with the cover story.

Our agents found documents
on the ship

confirming Mayfield had knowledge
of the bomb.

- Is he talking?
Well, sure.

He's not copping to a murder yet.

Threw his security chief
underneath the bus,

claims that he told Gaston
only to follow Iverson, not kill him.

They were afraid he was gonna talk
to Admiral Chase.

Well, authorities in Switzerland
gained access to the chalet.

They found Jonathon Royce
comatose on life support.

The attending physician wanted
to pull the plug months ago

but was ordered by Dan Mayfield
to keep Royce alive.

That makes sense.

Mayfield knew that if Royce dies,
he's out of a job.

Selling the nuke
was gonna be his golden parachute.

Director, gentlemen.

I have a serious problem
with Anthony DiNozzo.

- What?
He's absolutely out of control.

- Senior.
In the last two days,

he's run up nearly $9,000
in expenses.

- What do you suggest I do?
- Pay him. He's worth every penny.

What exactly did he do?

That's classified.

See you later, Fred.

So are you actually leaving
this time?

I have to, Abby.

I asked the director
about joining the agency,

but apparently, there is an age limit.

Ha, ha.
- But he did give me a cap.

Well, it looks great on you.

- Goodbye.
- Bye.

Oh.
Ha, ha.

Bye.

Junior.

Right behind you, Dad. I'd appreciate it

if you didn't call me Junior at work.
Thanks.

I'll just get my stuff.

Okay.

Okay. Wait a second,

you're taking the tux?

What's NCIS gonna do with it?

You...

What is it, Junior?

You've been acting strange all day.

There's something
I've gotta talk to you about.

Are you all right?

You're not sick, are you?

No. No, listen.

Can we sit?

This is serious, isn't it?

Well, look, I don't wanna make it
any bigger than it is but, you know...

You can't judge a book by its cover
and things are, you know, uh,

aren't always what they appear to be,
but, um...

This is about me being broke?

Yes.

This is not a big deal.

It's happened before.

When you were in your second year
of boarding school,

I filed for bankruptcy.

I'll bounce back. I always do.

You knew about it last year when you
bought me the ticket to Monte Carlo.

Well, how did you find out
about that?

When I caught up with Prince Al.

He didn't know anything about it.

You didn't say anything.

I appreciate it.

Well, Dad, heh,

I didn't know what to say.

We're DiNozzos.

We don't communicate well.

Hmm.

We used to, you know.

A long time ago.

Sometimes I wish we could rewind
to the last time

we had a normal
father-son relationship.

When was that?

It was a fishing trip.

It was just before Mom died.
You probably don't remember.

Dad, it's okay. I mean, I...

I look at that picture every morning.

It's one of my fondest memories too.

Okay.

From now on, we talk. Hmm?

Let's get out of here
before we both start bawling.

- Huh?
- Ha, ha.

All right, well, I'm taking you to the
train station and buying you a ticket.

No. You are taking me to the airport.

I bumped into Donald Trump
down in the lobby this morning.

You get me to Reagan by noon,
I'm flying home in style.

Can you get my bag, Junior?