NCIS (2003–…): Season 9, Episode 20 - The Missionary Position - full transcript

This seems like a nice spot.

Okay. If you like it,
I love it.

Wait.

Actually, I don't like it.

Okay. Let's see.

Over by the pond
was too sunny.

The gazebo wasn't
sunny enough.

And here?

I don't know.

Just, like, bad energy.

Seriously?
I know.

It just, it doesn't feel right
for some reason.

How about under this tree?

I kind of like the energy
right here.

It's the last move,
I promise.

It feels much better under here.

Okay.

Thank you.

[gasping]

WOMAN:
Oh, my God...

If you'd have stayed
in that spot...

Excuse me, my friends.

If I may have
your attention, please.

Looks like you're about
to burst into song, Jimmy.

Oh, it's much better than that.

Why the coat on
such a lovely day?

TONY: Holy full-frontal,
autopsy gremlin.

Are you about to flash us
your Magic Johnson?

Even better.

Wow.

Huh? What do you think?

[laughs]

Well?

Eh...Awesome.

Right? So bad it's good.

I wouldn't go that far.

JIMMY: The wedding is
in south Florida,

so Breena and I originally
were thinking tropical pastels.

But then we saw this baby,
and we thought, let's go kitsch.

ZIVA:
"Kitsch."

That is a German word.Yeah.

Kitsch, camp,

completely tacky.

Don't forget completely cool.

Eye of the beholder,
McCumberbund.

Now if I could just
get your sizes.

And Breena will be
calling you, Ziva,

about the bridesmaids' dresses.

I'm telling you, if you think
these tuxes are cool...

I cannot wait to see
what she has chosen, Jimmy,

but, really, I do not need
to be in the wedding.

Oh, we insist!

TONY:
Excuse me.

Which one
do I check here, Jimmy--

usher, groomsman
or best man?

Uh, we're just having everybody

check, uh, "groomsman" for now,
till I've decided.

You haven't picked
a best man yet?

I've narrowed down the list.

Narrowed it down to...?[cell phone chirps]

Gibbs.

Oh, God, I wish.

If Agent Gibbs
would even consider

being my best man, I swear,

I would have a field day.

Good morning, Gibbs.

GIBBS: Got a dead Marine
lieutenant in Reston.

Dead Marine
lieutenant in Reston.

Garth Road Park.Garth Road Park.

I know the place.

Okay, shall we
pick you up?

Nope. Meet you there.ZIVA: Oh.

All right.

He will meet us there.

Where is he?

Did not say.

Hmm.
Hmm.

Morning.

Good morning.

Do you have any coffee?

No.

[chuckles]:
No.

I stop for it.

I didn't mean to wake you.

Oh, you didn't, you didn't.

The sun--
so pretty in that room.

Somebody else used to say that.

Hm.

I thought you had to take
Parker to school.

Mm-mm.

My sister was gonna do it.

I don't want to
rock the boat.

[chuckles]:
It's too late for that.

Mayday. Mayday. Mayday.

[both laugh]

Yeah, Doc, I can't;
I got a case.

Oh, no, I have a meeting
at the Pentagon.
Okay.

You know, your car--
you blocked me in last night.

I, uh...

didn't want you
to get cold feet.

My house.

No place else to go.

The diner, the office,
anywhere easier.

I think we did okay.

We did great.

Practice makes perfect.

Oh, what have
we here, Jethro?

What we have here
is no Jethro.

What?

He's actually running late.

Whoa.
[chuckles]

There's a first.

Sort of like wearing fuchsia
and lime green to a crime scene.

Yeah, I didn't, I didn't
have time to change.

Perhaps those colors will
raise the dead, Mr. Palmer.

Yeah. Poor guy.

Looks like a pretzel.

An "a salted" pretzel?

Sadly, I had my share of
that when I was seconded

to the parachute
regiment.

Crushed on impact.

Dropped from a
great height.

Yeah.

Well, with all these
broken bones,

he definitely reached
terminal velocity.

Which means he could've fallen
anywhere between

400 and several thousand feet.

I'm guessing it wasn't
his choice, Duck.

Check local
air traffic.

All flights,
commercial and private.

On it, boss.

DUCKY:
Welcome, Jethro.

All is well?

GIBBS:
Not for him.

You got an I.D.?

Yeah, First Lieutenant
Walter Larabee.

Still awaiting confirmation
on his recent assignments.

Cause of death?

[chuckles]
You got to be kidding.

Well, uh, stabbed,
blunt-force trauma,

shot...
McGEE:
Not to mention the whole

plummeted to the earth thing.

Oh, hey.
Something in his pocket.

A challenge coin.

U.S. Navy
Chaplains Corps.

Larabee's a Marine,
he's not a chaplain.

Well, whoever gave him
the coin obviously is.

It's caked with blood.

Along with the rest of him.

No, this blood is dry
and the pocket's clean.

Abby will have to confirm
as much,

but I predict that this is
not the lieutenant's blood.

Think it's a message, boss?

Loud and clear.

Agent Gibbs, Chaplain Burke
had nothing but good things

to say about you and your team.

It's nice to put a
face to the name.

Yeah, well, Burke had her hands
full with us a few months back.

But we're glad to
have you onboard.

Thank you.

What can I do for you?

Don't generally carry
challenge coins,

but some chaplains
do make their own.

Where'd you get this?

Off the body of a
dead Marine officer.

First Lieutenant
Walter Larabee.

Don't know the name.

How about this woman?

Commander Wade, of course.

You're saying this is hers?

Afraid that's
her blood.

Theresa-- is she dead?

Don't know.

Hoping you could help.

Chaplain Wade has served
multiple tours

in Iraq and Afghanistan.

About a month ago, she left on a
relief mission to South America.

Where?
Cartagena.

On a hospital ship.

She joined a group
of Navy corpsmen

working with missionaries
to provide free immunizations

to villagers
in the local mountains.

I had a feeling.

We spoke to Theresa
just last week.

She said everything
was going well.

But we haven't been able
to reach her since.

[cell phone ringing]

Yeah, Duck?

DUCKY: I have preliminary
findings for you...

On my way down.

Can you stick around?

Until we find her,
I'm all yours.

[door shuts]

JIMMY:
We don't expect everyone
to wear the tuxes.

We just really want
to make it fun.

Yes, well, weddings can
be such dismal affairs.

[chuckles]:
Mr. Palmer,

your generation is not
the first to use irony.

Then you'll
wear the tux?

Of course!

No matter what position
you're asked to fill?

Oh, please, say you're not
considering me as your best man.

Well, I-I was
thinking...

Mr. Palmer, I would no sooner
care to plan your bachelor party

than I would actively seek
a root canal.

But that's not to say
that I am not deeply honored.

But take my advice:
mentors make terrible wingmen.

And I won't be the least bit
hurt if you ask someone else.

Spoken like a
true mentor.

Thank you, Doctor, that
actually helps out a lot.

Talk to me, Duck.

Allow me to work my way from
the horrific to the curious.

Horrific?

Yes, well, after being actually
beaten, stabbed and shot,

the lieutenant here showed
he had blood in his lungs,

which indicates
he was still alive

when he was thrown
from the aircraft.

Yes, this bullet was
lodged in his vest.

And these are something for
which I have no explanation.

Yeah, the curious.

Yeah, well, as I took the
tape from off his mouth,

I saw them lodged
in his throat.

I believe they are

tiny fungi.

Another message.

From where?

Well, that is for Ms.
Sciuto to determine.

JIMMY: I think it's fair to say
that Abby is about to have

a fungus among us.

[snickering]

It's a slow burn.
You'll get it later.

TONY:
Trust me, I see it.

But Jimmy looks at me as
a kind of older brother figure,

and I think I'm the only
logical choice.

Well, if it's
a question of logic,

then McGee would make
the perfect best man.

I mean, he and
Jimmy are both

highly intelligent and
conscientious and...

Dull.

Are you kidding me?

McGee's idea of
an incredible party

is a bunch of free corn nuts
and an Xbox marathon.

Sounds pretty good to me.

GIBBS:
Pretty good's not

good enough, McGee. Go.

Marine First Lieutenant
Walter Larabee, 32 years old,

recently finished
his second tour in Afghanistan.

According to his wife, he
accepted a third overseas tour

last month, but this time
to Colombia, South America,

because he thought it would be
safer working at the embassy.

Yeah, well, so much for that.

And there had been
financial hardships,

and with his wife
expecting their first child,

he simply wanted to
be closer to home.

What was the air traffic?

McGee.

TONY: The FAA shows
three aircraft

near the park's airspace

when the lieutenant
took a header.

The first one was
a medical transport chopper;

the second was
a retired Air Force pilot

taking his family
on vacation to Georgia;

but the third one:

a single-engine Cessna
registered to Alfred Holbrook,

who was busted 30 years ago for
possession with intent to sell.

You two find Holbrook,
find his plane.

Search both of 'em.

TONY:
On it, boss.

Might help to know what
you boys are looking for.

Whoa, wow, uh,

the usual-- blood,

duct tape,
mysterious fungus.

Excuse me?

You flew your plane
over Reston

this morning, Mr. Holbrook.

Don't I wish.

I haven't flown for over
a year, for obvious reasons.

No hand controls
in that thing?
I've had
enough trouble

trying to learn these controls
since the accident.

I see.

And when was that?

A year and two months ago.

Drunk driver T-boned me,
and here I am.

I keep her
looking good, but

this beauty's been grounded
since then.

Air Traffic says otherwise.

FAA records
don't lie.

You fellas know how often
people steal licenses

and aircraft control signs?

It's as common
as credit card theft.

Hell, I'm the victim here.

Victim with a drug record.

That was a lifetime ago.

Look, someone
wants you to think

that was us up there
this morning.

I don't go, she don't go.

You boys have been duped.

Abbs, talk to me.

[gasps]

Oh.

Namaste,Chaplain.

Namaste.

This really cool Sri Lankan
priest taught me that.

In Sanskrit, it means,
"I bow to you."

Take a bow later.

Too much yabba-yabba.

I don't have
a lot of time, Abbs.

Okay, then,

let's talk bullets,

like the one
that Ducky pulled out of

Lieutenant Larabee's
Kevlar vest.

It comes from a Russian

VEPR AK-47.

So the Russians could
be involved in this?

Da--well, maybe da.

What about the mushrooms?

Oh, that's
way simpler.

The fungus inside the
lieutenant's throat

was Fusarium oxysporum.

It's an herbicide that's used
to eradicate the coca plant,

but it's only used
in one region--

Nariño, Colombia.

Chaplain Wade mentioned Nariño
in our last phone call.

She and the group
were headed there.

It's dangerous
cartel country.

ABBY:
So

the question is,
how are the chaplain

and Lieutenant Larabee
connected together?

Ziva, do you have
a minute?

What do you know
about Colombia, Jimmy?

Oh, gosh, uh, it's a great
school-- New York City.

Uh, no, not that Colombia.
Make it fast.

I'm waiting to hear
back from a friend.

I was wondering
if you had an opinion

on who should be
my best man.

See, I don't want
to offend anybody.

Y'all are
like family to me.

Well, I cannot recommend
anyone, but, uh,

why not go with your gut?

It seems to do wonders
for Gibbs, and...

McGEE:
Ziva.

There's a phone call
for you in MTAC.

Ah!

My message got through.

[chuckles]

It did.

My gut.

Where is she?

Lost visual.

Didn't know you had old
friends in Cartagena.

South America becomes you,
Monique.

Long time, no contact.

So, word in
the jungle is,

your Marines lost
a lieutenant

and your Navy is
missing a chaplain.

Commander Theresa Wade.

Do you know her?

No... but I might know
how to find her.

Exactly why are you
down in Colombia, Monique?

Just reclaiming
my soul.

Part of a school
construction project

for the Quimbayas
in the Highlands.

It's there I heard
the cartels had taken Americans.

Reliable sources?

Reliable as any
in these parts,

and we have not
been introduced.

Agent Monique Lisson,

meet Special Agent
Leroy Jethro Gibbs.

Ah...

the legendary Gibbs.

I hear good things,

but Ziva never mentioned
how handsome you are.

What type of
agent, Lisson?

Interpol until recently.

And since then, available
for anyone who would have me.

You were saying you might know
Chaplain Wade's whereabouts?

Yes, fortunately,
my Interpol clearance

is still valid.

Managed to recover this
from the Cartagena Police.

You may recognize your
chaplain in the foreground.

GIBBS:
That's Larabee with her.

What's written on the van?

ZIVA:
Courage Mission
International.

They provide medical aid

to the Santa Maria
mountain communities--

vaccinations, antibiotics.

And the cartels
prefer they didn't?

They don't like outsiders.

They knew Americans were here
the moment they reached port.

According to DEA
active investigations,

the Lazaro Cartel operates
coca farms in that area.

And the rebels work

hand in hand
with the cartels.

It's a pretty big gamble,

kidnapping U.S. Navy personnel.

They're hoping
she has information.

Wade's merely a chaplain,
not Navy Intelligence.

She's still Navy.

It's probably the only reason
she's still alive.

For how long?

You up for some
company, Lisson?

Thought you would never ask,
Gibbs.

Not me.

Her.

ZIVA:
Gibbs, this woman is like

the big sister I never had.

I trust her with my life.

Having anyone else there
will just be dead weight.

DiNozzo.

Securing transport now, boss.

McGee and I will
work from here.

Agent Lisson is
all the help I need.

We work like peas
in a poke,

like yogurt
and garlic, like...

TONY:
Thanks.

McGEE:
There's pigs in a poke

and there's peas
in a pod, but...

Yogurt and garlic?!

It's a Middle Eastern
staple.

TONY: Which I'm sure
we're gonna find

in all the best
Colombian restaurants.

I speak fluent Spanish,

if Agent DiNozzo needs
a translator.

TONY:
A translator?

Excuse me, uh, Chaplain,

I may not speak
as many languages as my

Israeli cohort here, but I
assure you yo hablo español

muy perfectamente.

I meant nothing by it.

It's just that you seem--
how do I put this?

Less worldly?

More monolingual.

Well put, Chaplain.

Look, that was Chaplain Wade's
brother on the phone.

I promised him
every effort

was being made
to find Theresa.

That's why
I'd like to go, too.

Oh, this is just
getting better.

Got it covered, Chaplain.
No dice.

Agent Gibbs, I'm sure
I can be of assistance.

I understand.
No, you don't.

Forgive me.

It's just...

I need to do this.
Please.

Fine, then she'll be
his responsibility.

Sure thing, Ziva.

Anything to keep from
being a dead weight.

Ah, you moonlighting?

You dress pretty nice for
a pizza delivery girl.

Parker and I went
out for pizza.

We thought
you might like some.

He's down in the car.

Still haven't met him.

Yeah, not yet.

Anyway, he's doing
homework.

How's the case?

I can't talk about it.

Colombia.

Doc, if you know the answer,
why ask?I-I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, really, I-- it's--
I can't help myself, it's just

brain-gamer stuff.

Oh, this looks
like fun.

I haven't done this
since the '80s.

What does DoD know
about Wade and Larabee?

They know she's missing,
they know he's dead,

and they know
you're handling it.

And looking really handsome
in the process.

[Ryan sighing]

Son, car-- gotta go.

I'm not real hungry.

Open it.

It's good for you.

[Tony panting]

Seriously, Ziva, is this
the best your friend could do?

A low profile is everything.

Our security is
her first concern.

Maybe hygiene could be
a close second?

¿Señor, solamente un cuarto?

Esto es todo lo que tenemos disponible.

Somos tres
personas.

[man speaking
Spanish]

[speaking
Spanish]

We only have one room.TONY:
Well, ladies,

so began a spring break
they'd never forget.

I doubt we will
be here much.

Chaplain.

[whistles]

Oh, no, no.
Uh, gracias.

Señor,no,
no, no, no.

It's all right.

Oh, right.

Uh... I only have
the big bills.

¿Uh, tiene cambio?

Sí. Yeah?

Excuse me.

He said he's gonna
get me change.

Oh, yeah. Sure he is.

You know what Monique would
say if, uh, she were here?

Better safe...

Better safe
than spoiled.

You remembered.

[exhales]

Wow, that, uh,

little guy is faster
than he looks.

Agent Monique Lisson,

NCIS Special Agent
Tony DiNozzo.

Wow.

Uh, never mind.

Ay, caramba.

How do you
concentrate, Ziva,

with so many
attractive men around?

It's easier than you think.

Meet Chaplain Maria Castro.

She is a dear colleague

of Chaplain Wade.

We will do our best
to find your friend.

The sooner the better.

Sooner is not possible.

The only safe time to
travel out to the villages

is in darkness.

Which is not for
several hours.

Who's hungry?

This hotel may be
less than impressive,

but it makes the
best arepas in town.

I do love hot arepas.

What else do you love,
Agent DiNozzo?

Excuse me.

Manny Varigan?

I'm NCIS Special
Agent Timothy McGee.

Hey!

[grunts]

Did you hurt your green thumb?

[sighs]

Manny, huh?

You sure it's, uh,
not, Javier Ramos?

Or Miguel Martinez?

I don't choose
my aliases.

They're given to me.

DEA, FBI, CIA.

Is that how it works?

You work in a tree nursery
in between flights?

You get busted
for running coca,

then you help our guys
catch bigger fish?

Not anymore.

I got a family now.

Right, right. Well,
you still got to provide, right?

How much

to do a run out of Cartagena?

These days... $50,000.

Only 50?
The recession.

[laughs]

Well, yesterday, a U.S. Marine's
body dropped out of an airplane.

Was that you?

Hey, I know nothing about that.

Okay, so I'm a mule,

but not with drugs,
and not for the cartels.

For who?

I told you.

CIA gives me aliases
for the flight records.

They don't want anybody knowing
about the shipments.

Shipments of what?

I flew down empty.

I flew back
with medical ice chests,

coolers sealed up tight,

but I got a look once.

They got these
little tubes inside,

like when the doctor
takes your blood.
Samples.

Bunches of them.

I flew them to an airstrip
in Virginia, a lady took them,

and I walked with 50 large.

What lady?
For that money,
I don't ask.

And I haven't done it
for months.

Know nothing
about any Marine, either.

I didn't fly yesterday.

I can prove it.

The first time I met Ziva,
I knew she was special.

Different than other
Mossads I've known.

She was fearless and strong,

and wise beyond her years.

And honest.

Sometimes too honest.

Well, some things
never change.

[Ziva chuckles]

Well, Tony knows I'm a terrible
liar, but next to Monique here,

I look even worse.

A diamond could crack
before she would.

Steely nerves, this one.

TONY:
Steely Dan.

what made you decide
to focus your talents elsewhere?

Well, since I chose
not to be a wife

or mother, I have the freedom
to go wherever I please.

TONY: And you said that
you're retired now, right?

And that you like
the south of France?

So why aren't you in Provence
growing lavender, Monique?

Maybe I am.

ZIVA: Monique has a
strong ethic, Tony.

She believes
in giving back.

Don't make me sound
so noble, Ziva.

A school needed rebuilding,

and, um, I've been attending
to other things.

So, I'm here
because I'm needed.

And in six months...
who knows?

Monique...

We have company.

Stay down!

You think they know we're here?

Give me the status.

Alive and accounted for, boss.

What's the security detail
at the hotel?

Local Force Protection
Detachment.

Plain-clothed,
doors and rooftops.

Whomever is responsible
has been watching

and knows your
people are here.

Well, they could have been
watching you, too, Lisson.

I took precautions.

Really?

Well, in that case,
maybe Mata Hari here

could have told us
a little earlier

about a possible carload
of gun-toting cartel zombies.

LISSON:
I didn't think

it was necessary to
state the obvious.

DiNozzo?

Who's to say
she can be trusted?

Are you kidding me, DiNozzo?!

No, I'm not.

Look, I know you
and Agent Monique went all

Costa Rican
bikini party last year,

but as far as I'm concerned,
she's still inter-mole.

I knew this was a mistake.

Knock it off!

DiNozzo.

Yeah, boss.

How is Chaplain Castro
holding up?

Shaken.

You watch
your six.

You protect each other's
rear ends.

[sighs]

Hey.

How you doing?

It's not exactly safe
out here, you know.

I know.

[sighs]

Well...

...you can carry a gun
if you want.

Non-combatant.

I'll deal with it.

Roger that.

Ziva and Agent Lisson--

they're interesting women.

Interesting good,
or interesting bad?

Strong, decisive.

Deliberate.

And alone.

I suppose that
comes with the job.

Doesn't have to.

So why are you
in Cartagena, Castro?

I wanted to help find
a missing chaplain.

Which you could
have done

from the safety of
the Navy Yard, so,

what are you doing
in Cartagena, Castro?

I'm here
because the assignment,

to bring immunizations
to the local villagers,

was supposed to be mine.

Guilt-stricken, party of one.

My father was sick,
I had to go home.

Chaplain Wade took my place.

And you feel responsible?
You think

you should have been the one
that went missing, not her?

Do you know what
I told her brother?

"You have to remember
that Theresa is there

"because she wanted to go.

Because she wanted
to help."

That's not entirely false.

It's not true, either.

Listen.

You can't put that kind
of weight on yourself.

'Cause if you keep piling it on,

one day... you can't move.

Take it from me.

I carry a lot... every day.

So cut yourself some
slack, all right?

Do you think
Chaplain Wade is still alive?

[sighs]

Okay, McGee,
let's go.

Manny Varigan, our green-thumbed
pilot and government mule.

Alibi?

Rock solid.

He was on a class trip with his
son at Ford's Theatre in DC.

42 kids, two teachers
and three parents can attest

to his whereabouts
at the time of the flight.

Why is Ryan
serving him up?

Could have made a mistake.

You want to
tell her that?

Hmm.

Well, plane doesn't exist,
pilot doesn't exist.

What doesexist?

A dead Marine downstairs.

GIBBS:
Pizza got us nowhere.

[sighs]

Got you to the CIA.

So the pilot's a mule.

He alibi'd out.

He didn't kill
Lieutenant Larabee.

And you've known about
Colombia the whole time.

I swear, not until
you got involved.

Look, Gibbs,
I can't help myself.

I hear things,
I start digging.

Whether you're invited or not.

The DoD doesn't need
an invitation.

Navy, Air Force,

Marines-- we have our fingers
in a lot of pots.

Doc,

forget for a second

about what you know.

Tell me what you think.

I think it's possible

that Chaplain Wade and the
Marine stumbled onto something.

They stumbled onto what?

[Ryan sighs]

This operation smells
like trouble to me.

Bring your team home.

If that Navy chaplain
isn't dead yet, she will be.

If these people got
to Larabee and Wade,

what about the missionaries
they were traveling with?

I don't know.

But you'd tell me if you did?

What do you think?

Courage Mission
International, boss.

Their Web site says they
have over a 100 missionaries

working in 22
different countries.

Colombia?

No details.
Nothing specific.

Just a phone number.

Call it.

I already did.

An answering service
picked up.

Said the Cartagena office
was experiencing problems,

and someone would get back
to me.

Find me photos, McGee.

I want faces.

I want to know

who guided our people
into cartel territory.

So you think the cartel flew
the plane that dropped Larabee?

Ah, it's a phony pilot,
it's a phony call sign.

Well, Chaplain Wade's e-mails
mention two civilians.

Stephen Wheeler
and Constance Mazney.

Okay, run 'em.

All right, just one second.

Uh, boss,
something's wrong here.

Wrong how, McGee?

Wheeler and Mazney both have
blocked government files.

Abby, do you have a second?

[sighs] Major Mass Spec
and I are breaking up.

What?! No!

He's misbehaving,

he's just pissing me off.

Hey.

Can I ask you a question?

Sure.

Will you be my best woman?

Oh!

Can I take that as a yes?

Yes!

Yes! I can't wait.

It'll be so much fun.

Bachelor party.
Um, nude ice hockey?

I have so many
ideas right now.

You got 'em, Abbs,
let's hear 'em.

Right. So, I found
the cartel connection

you were looking for.

The Russian AK-47
that killed Larabee--

that is currently
the weapon of choice

for three cartels
in South America.

The Lazaro Cartel
one of 'em?

Number one on the list.

Well, then,
congratulations, Palmer.

You picked the best
Best Man for the job.

You picked
the prettiest one, too.

Thanks, Abbs.

[laughs]

Perhaps the situation
has turned into something

I should handle without you.

What has it turned
into exactly?

Ziva, things change,
people change.

Overnight?

I mean, six months ago, we
were laughing like sisters,

and now I feel like there's
a... a wall between us.

I don't even know you!

I have done something.

I'm involved with something
I cannot get out of.

So you're going
to shut me out?

If it protects you, yes.

The situation
with the chaplain--

there are people involved
you should not cross.

Stop protecting me, Monique.

I can take
care of myself.

I want you to have
all the things I couldn't have.

You should be home
with someone.

I don't want you to look back

on a lifetime
of cold beds and memories.

Uh-uh-uh-uh,
that is not up to you.

This is the life
that I have chosen.

Good or bad, right or wrong,
it is the only one that I know.

This case, like life,
is not all black-and-white.

You have to trust me on this.

Go home with Tony, to your team,

and accept this is a case
you may not solve.

I will not go home empty-handed.

[sighs]

Then you may go home dead.

Oh, wow.

Boss?

Black coffee, McGee.
Drink it.

Oh. Thank you.

I just broke through
the security wall

on the names Stephen Wheeler
and Constance Mazney.

You know, the people that
guided the chaplain and
lieutenant into the mountains.

Well, they are
not missionaries, boss.

They're CIA.

[sighs]

Missionaries or CIA?

I need answers.

Not hints, not riddles--
answers.

Yeah, I've told you
everything I know.

Yeah?

'Cause I know
you been looking, Doc.

What are they after?

Members of the cartel

are getting harder and harder
to track all over South America.

Vaccinations?

A ruse.

I mean, people are getting
inoculated with real medicine--

never a bad thing--

but what we get in return...

Is a blood sample.

Blood means DNA.

Connect the DNA by family,
from village to village,

and you have a road map
to cartel leaders.

It's how we tracked bin Laden.

Did Chaplain Wade

or Lieutenant Larabee
know anything about this?

I don't think so.

Next time, Doc,

loose the pizza box,

tell me straight.

I can't. Not everything.

Yes, you can.

If you knew

the pillow talk I was
capable of, Agent Gibbs,

you would never sleep again.

Oh, you don't give
me enough credit.

You be careful.

I may have to show you
what's behind the curtain.

You want me to guess?

Because I think I got
a pretty good idea.

I'm sorry.

I should've come to you sooner.

You should have.

I know.

From Gibbs.

They are CIA. Now I know.

I knew there was more going on

than medical
outreach.

But still you chose
to say nothing.

Half the missionaries
I encounter

are not what they seem.

It is not always
a cause for alarm.

CASTRO:
Then what is?

A U.S. Marine is dead.

Why did they reach out
to the Chaplain Corps

if there's something more
going on?

They needed a cover.

Who better than a clergywoman
to create one?

Wade and Larabee thought
they were helping people.

They thought
they were saving lives.

What was this
really about?

I wish I had answers.

The best I can do

is promise to find out.

[cocks gun]Well, the best we can do

is find Chaplain Wade
and bring her home.

According to McGee,
the CIA agents responsible,

they're still unaccounted for.

Well, we find them,
we find the chaplain.

I was going to do
it without you.

No, Monique,

now we will do it together.

Wheeler, let me drive.

I know a back road.

Whatever gets us out
of here faster.

[panting]

You're sure the plane's waiting?

You got the same message.

The happy couple
is leaving so soon?

Easy.

We're not tourists.
ZIVA:
We know who you are.

And now you have to answer
for Lieutenant Larabee
and Chaplain Wade.

What are you ladies
talking about?

LISSON: We know what you've been
doing in those mountains.

The blood collection, the DNA.

It's all classified.

WHEELER:
Easy.

We never meant
for the chaplain to find out.

Shut up.
They know.

Con, we're lucky
to be alive.

The cartel's on to
the whole thing. It's over.

Having the chaplain along

helped legitimize
what we were doing.

Lieutenant Larabee was
there for her protection.

As far as they were concerned,
it was what it looked like--

a humanitarian gesture.

They didn't know about the rest.

Who are you two with, anyway?

NCIS.

Okay...

And you were saying?

The cartel made an example
of Lieutenant Larabee.

Dropped him out
of that plane

as a warning to our
bosses back home.

What about the chaplain?
She still alive?

If we thought she was,

do you really think
that we'd be leaving her?

And yet you do not know
for certain and you are here.

Her only chance would be

if the cartels thought
she had any intel to share.

Then let us assume
that she is then.

And if she's still alive,
the CIA had better help.

If we can locate Wade,

what do you guys have in mind?

Bang.

REPORTER:
The blast shook the streets

around the Cartagena
warehouse district.

Although unconfirmed,
this warehouse and another,

also destroyed,
are believed to have been owned

by members of the Lazaro Cartel.

The number of dead
is unknown at this hour,

and the cause of the blast...Freeze it.

McGee, the GPS device
DiNozzo planted

on our CIA amigos...

Coming in loud
and clear.

Two blocks away.
They did it.

They delivered the explosion.

Get me a rescue status.

McGEE: That's our guys
calling us.

Put it up.

Gibbs, can you hear us?

Go, Ziva.

Elvis was in the building.

CASTRO:
We're on our way, Agent Gibbs.

Thank you all...
for everything.

ZIVA:
Headed to the airfield.

We will be in touch.

Copy that.

[Lisson speaking Spanish]

Uh... the plane is waiting.

I'd like to be on it

before the Colombian
government changes its mind.

He's right. You have to go.

You should come with us.

Yo no pudiera
ser esto sin ella.

Es una mujer increible.

Antonio Banderas.

Puss in Boots.Ciao.

He is more than he seems.

You are staying?

What do you think?

We made enemies today, Monique.

I have enemies everywhere I go.

Nothing I can't handle.

You are not going to tell me
what you are involved in?

Will I...

Will I ever see you again?

Don't look for happiness
from others, Ziva.

People make
too many mistakes.

Look to yourself.

That is where
you will find it.

Hey.

You want a beer?

I'm invited in?Well, it's a little nippy

to be drinking one out there.

So... [clears throat]

all is forgiven?

I didn't say that.

[laughs softly]

Look, Gibbs, there are reasons
I do the things I do.

You got another boat drawing?

Oh, shut up.

I was hoping to talk to her.

She was helpful.
Yeah.

Lisson has information
that I need.

Over the years, working
both sides of the fence,

she's screwed me
a few times.

We need to talk.

She stayed.

Yeah, I know.

You knew she was involved
from day one.

Can I have that beer?

You staying?

I can't.
I don't have a sitter.

It doesn't have to be overnight.

Gibbs, I'll take what I can get.

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