NCIS (2003–…): Season 9, Episode 24 - Till Death Do Us Part - full transcript

[sizzling]

[thunderous explosion]

GIBBS:
It's a list.Of what?

Every Navy warship that contains
the faulty wiring.

Who's behind
the terrorist attack?

His name's Harper Dearing.

GIBBS:
Why would a corporate executive

be terrorizing
U.S. Navy vessels?

I was able to confirm that

this is, in fact,
a Watcher fleet microchip.

-How'd Dearing get one?
-Well, he must have bought it.

You know Dearing had a son
in the Navy, right?

ZIVA:
Just got off the phone

with Director Vance's
security detail.

He insisted on driving home
by himself.

He's disappeared, boss.

ZIVA:
They have no idea where he is.

Well, I hate to do it,

but I'm gonna go through
his luggage.

You've never been bashful

about going through
people's belongings, Tony.

Yeah...

[zipper opening]

but this is
Director Vance's stuff.

Do I really wanna know
if he's a boxer or briefs guy?

You want me to?

No, I got it covered, McCurious.

No, I know this area.

This isn't part of his
usual route home.

We're not even close
to his house.

GIBBS:
We got anything?

Director left his cell phone
in the car, boss.

Mrs. Vance called a couple of
times wondering where he is.

Any prints?

Totally clean.

Gibbs.

Wallace, what
the hell happened?

Well, we landed
at Andrews at 22:30.

I thought we should drive
the Director home,

but he wanted to get his SUV
at the Navy Yard.

How was he when you left him?

Well, he was tired, but fine.

We all were.
It was a long flight.

I was at home at about 0100

when I got a call
from Mrs. Vance.

She was worried.

Wallace, go home.

Go on. Get some rest.

No blood or
signs of a struggle.

I'll call SECNAV.

Get the Director's family
into a hotel,

start a perimeter search,

BOLOs, FBI, police.

On it, boss.

Where are you, Leon?

[grunts]

Hm...

[grunts]

[gasps]

[groans]

No. Nothing yet,
Mr. Secretary.

We're still trying
to reconstruct

Director Vance's movements
last night.

[knocking on door]

Sir, as soon as we know
anything, I'll get back to you.

Yeah, McGee?

We've reviewed
the parking lot security tapes.

The Director went
straight to his SUV,

never entered the building.

He exited the Navy Yard through
the Sixth Street gate at 23:30.

Check the GPS in Vance's car.

See if you can pick up
any stops he made, or his route.

Already on it, boss.

Also, we've got calls out to
Homeland Security and Metro PD

for their street cams, too.

Oh, sorry, Agent McGee.

Doctor.

Hey.

Are you just visiting or do you
already know something I don't?

I can do without
the sarcasm, thank you.

I heard what happened.

Leon's a friend. I just...

I'm here to offer
whatever assistance I can.

[phone ringing]Yeah, okay.

Thanks. Appreciate it.

Yeah, it's Gibbs.

VANCE:
Gibbs, it's Leon.

Director.

VANCE:
I remember leaving
the Navy Yard,

I was almost home.

Somebody flagged me down.

They said they were
having car trouble.

You get a description?

[groaning]

There were three of them.

I woke up here and...
I found a groundskeeper.

That's all I remember,

Medic said it was
a tranquilizer.

Hmm, I think some form
of Kolokol.

You're demonstrating
the side effects, Leon.

If Dearing's involved,
he didn't do this alone.

Yeah, his pockets are deep.

Dearing's got the resources.

Boss, land belongs
to the Whitting family.

It's old-money Virginia.

The cadaver in the box

next to the Director was
Navy Lieutenant Derek Whitting,

laid to rest here
in the family mausoleum.

There a connection?

He was killed ten years ago

on the same ship,
the USS Brandywine,

as Dearing's son Evan.

ZIVA: It's like opening a can
of rancid tuna.

Yeah, I'd prefer rancid tuna.

DUCKY: Careful,
gentlemen, careful.

Huh. Who knew
I'd get so accustomed

to the smell
of rotting flesh?

May I remind you all

that is the intention
of a sarcophagus

to seal in the soul.

Hey, Jethro, take
a look at this.

Find something, Doc?

This is what smells.

It was tucked inside
the mummified remains.

Well, that is not human.

It's a partial jawbone of
a member of the equine family.

What the hell is
Dearing trying to tell us?

That's biblical.

Samson, Judges 15.

"And he finds a new
jawbone of an ass,

put forth his hand,
slew a thousand men."

I don't care how much death
we see every day, Doctor,

Director Vance waking up
in a casket

is just plain creepy.

Creepier still is using
Whitting's remains

to deliver a message.

He doesn't seem to have left us
anything else to find.

Here.

I heard that Whitting
and Dearing's son were killed

aboard the same ship?

Yes, a senseless act
of terrorism

against the USS Brandywine.

This time, it was a defective
section of steel in the hull

that was exploited
by those responsible.

Of course, the Navy planned
to repair it,

but it was never considered
a danger, only a vulnerability.

Six dead and 22 injured

on that fateful day.

So, out of the six, why use
Lieutenant Whitting?

First to go, Palmer.

Whitting was on the same deck
where the bomb hit.

Well, that would
certainly provide

a certain
psychological relevance.

If Whitting was indeed the first
to suffer in the explosion,

perhaps Dearing is now
pointing a finger

at who might suffer next.

NCIS.

Why?

It's not like
we were responsible

for what happened
on the Brandywine.

Not directly.

Is it me, or are the chances of
us getting to Palmer's wedding

looking pretty slim shady.

Jimmy will be devastated
if we're not there.

No, no, no, Jimmy does know
what we're up against right now.

You got anything
on Dearing's location?

Nothing yet, boss.

All previous cell phones
have been disconnected.

BOLOs are out across the board.

And all the private airports
are covered.

I need you to an old case file
from 12 years ago.

On it, boss. Details?

Three young sailors played a
practical joke on some officers.

They violated federal law.

Didn't go over well
with the brass.

The case agent was Blake Larson.

Retired Special Agent Larson.

And you think this
has something to do

with what is happening now?

Find it.

Doc, let's talk
about Dearing's son.

You Parker?

Leroy Jethro Gibbs.

Nice to meet you, Parker.

So, how much do you like my mom?

I like her.

On a scale of one to ten.

You can round up,
if you want.

I don't do numbers.

Right. Mr. Tactile.

You know,
I heard about that.

The wood stuff,
in your basement.

Yeah?

So I got the closest thing
they had to healthy.

Wow. You're here,

and you met.

Great.

We need to talk.

Okay. Um...

Oh, you can talk.

Parker probably has a higher
security clearance than you do.

Parker, drink.

What's up?

Evan Dearing.

Yeah, I gave you his file.

Yeah, I need more.

More...?More, Doc.

More what, personal information?

Education, sexual preferences?

More. All of it, Doc.

Okay.

Uh, in case you haven't noticed,

I kind of get
a big kick out of the why?

Dearing has been digging up
Navy weaknesses.

Hitting us
where it hurts.

I think it's time
we return the favor.

You wanted to see me, Abby?

[groans]

Uh-oh.

This is an assault, Ziva.

It's an assault on everything
that's good in the world.

Abby, everyone is upset by what
Harper Dearing has done.

Oh.

I-I wasn't
talking about that.

I mean, that is terrible,

and we have to stop this maniac

before any more Navy men
and women are lost.

Abby...But now, right before
Jimmy's wedding?

Abby...

I know it sounds selfish
at a time like this,

but I was just really looking
forward to happy time

for our little family.

Abby! Enough! Work!
Okay.

So we know it's a jawbone
of a horse, right?

So I did measurements and
extracted DNA from the marrow,

and I came up with these two
four-legged beauties.

It's a close match
to a thoroughbred Morgan

or an Anglo-Arabian.

Both are very common
in racing circles.

So we need to check
breeders and race tracks.

And veterinarians.

If we found out where
the horse came from,

we could find Dearing.

Hopefully.

All right, go, Ziva. Shoo.

We have a plane to catch.

I am holding out hope for
a piece of wedding cake.

[chuckling]

All right, got it.

Oh, wow. Nice.

Illegal wire case
from 2000.

The case agent was
Special Agent Blake Larson.

Retired the year
after I started.

Gibbs was
a participating agent.

Involved a steamy liaison

between a male
and female officer.

Someone videotaped them
making it a felony.

Then played it for
the whole crew to see.

Well, there's no
hard copy of that, is there?

Hey, I think we should
probably try and find that

on the Internet.

No. Thankfully, this was before
YouTube or Facebook.

Oh.

A couple of co-conspirators
flipped on the sailor

responsible for
capturing the moment.

Cecil B. was discharged.

Doesn't say here what
happened to the others.

Uh, reassigned.

Does your file got any names?

Well, someone had some pull.

Names were
legally expunged.

But Gibbs kept good records.

Seamen Jeffrey DeRosa and...

Evan Dearing.

RYAN:
So, after the investigation,

Dearing's son was reassigned
to the USS Brandywine.

Harper Dearing made sure his
son's record wasn't tarnished.

He was a concerned father.

RYAN:
Yeah. Navy...

seemed to be willing
to forget. Gibbs didn't.

Nah, just took
me awhile.

So you think that

his father is targeting NCIS

in retaliation for the son
being reassigned

to that destroyer?

Yeah.

That's our supposition.

What we think.Special Agent Larson's

retired now.

When he's not playing the
ponies, he's raising them.

He lives on a horse
farm in Harwood, Maryland.

Horses.

I'm detecting a theme.

Gibbs, talk to Larson.

Tell him what's happening.

He might remember
something about Dearing

that could
give us the upper hand.

Beautiful.

ZIVA:
I understand retiring here.

TONY:
Ah, yes. Manure and
a government pension.

What more could
a girl ask for?

ZIVA:
Tony, it saddens me
you cannot appreciate

the simpler things in life.

Oh, I appreciate
simple, Ziva.

When I retire,
it will be to a

simple tropical island

with simple topless
women fanning me

with simple banana leaves
until the day I die.

Kind of predictable,
isn't it, Tony?

TONY:
Well, there's something
nice about predictable.

Something wrong, boss?

Larson!

Are you home?

Larson wasn't
even an agent anymore.

You're always an Agent, DiNozzo.

Could have blown any time.

How did Dearing
know we were here?

Boss, we found
something.

ZIVA: We were searching
the perimeter.

Located it over there.

You check it out,
make sure it's not rigged?

Ziva already did.

ZIVA:
He was watching us, Gibbs.

McGEE [over video]:
Something wrong, boss?

GIBBS [over video]:
Larson, are you home?Saw the whole thing.

Hello, Agent Gibbs.

Some people need to learn
from their mistakes.

Others don't deserve
the opportunity...

like former Agent Larson there.

The terrorist attack

that killed my son, Evan,
did not need to happen.

These recent attacks,

the vulnerabilities
that I have pointed out,

they needed to be disclosed.

In sacrificing a few,

I have saved
thousands of lives.

And now it's time
to stop pointing out flaws.

Now...

it's about something else
entirely.

Now it's about Evan.

You want to talk
about it?

Worldwide Fleet Command's
on red alert.

We're securing all
vessels and ports.

So what's your next play?

GIBBS:
The ex-wife.

She's travelling
out of the country.

She'll be back today.

You and ex-wives.

If there's anybody
who knows

what makes the
son of a bitch tick,

it could be her.

You know, you got caught.

Okay. It doesn't matter.

The hell it doesn't matter.

Dearing played me, Gibbs.
Nobody plays me.

Don't let it happen again.

Trust me, it won't.

It's all a game
to him, Leon.

Hit back.

You hit back hard.

You remember what
that used to feel like?

I know what you're capable of.

I got a thousand
agents worldwide

willing to take a bullet for me.

Yeah. And?

And I can't protect them

from one lone, deranged father.

Hey, Leon, if it makes you
feel any better,

I wouldn't take
a bullet for you.

[raspy laugh]

I want him gone.

McGEE:
Boss, meet Victoria Dearing.

It appears husband and wife
dealt with the loss

in different ways.

After Evan died,
the former Mrs. Dearing

immediately sought counseling.

Tried to move on.

Yeah, well,
the husband didn't.

McGEE:
Harper refused and
started drinking.

He got himself
a couple of DUIs.

Became increasingly
withdrawn and violent.

Two years after
Evan's passing, they divorced.

McGEE:
Victoria now lives

in a small home
near Arlington.

Bring her in.

ZIVA:
Tony's getting her.

They're on their way.

Uh, Gibbs?

We have a question.

And I know there's
no good time to ask this.

But we just...
we need an answer.

All of us.

Is there any chance...

that we'll still make it
to Jimmy's wedding?

Totally understand,
Agent Gibbs.

Of course.

JIMMY: The timing couldn't
have been worse.

It's okay.
It's okay.

I-I guess this-- it, it
just wasn't meant to be.

So I'm gonna go down
to Autopsy,

uh, 'cause
Dr. Mallard is, um,

there.

Jimmy...

[typing]

Yet another piece of
some sort of decorative

collector's plate.
So, based

on what we've extracted
from the body so far,

we know that, at the time
of the explosion,

Special Agent Larson had

a television,

an oak table,

and a love for festive
Western dinnerware.

[sighs]

Speaking of love, Doctor,

I need your opinion
on something.

Mr. Palmer,
as tedious

as this may seem, this is
not the time to discuss

your inexplicable
desire to perform

a Bette Midler number at
your wedding ceremony.

I want to sing "Wind Beneath
My Wings" to my bride.

So sue me.

I... I'm sorry,
Dr. Mallard,

I've been under a lot
of stress lately.

I...
You are not the only
one with a burden.

Now, please, it is
imperative I find something

to aid the
investigation.

It is on my shoulders

to protect those
who protect us.

No.

I-- no, Doctor,

it's on ourshoulders.

And that is why
I'm wondering,

do you think that I should
just cancel the wedding?

Absolutely not.

No one can deny that
our work is important,

but we also
have loved ones

who are not to be
taken for granted.

To walk away
now is to hand

Harper Dearing
another victory.

You're right, of course.

Just the thought of my wedding
without any of you there--

it just...

feels wrong.

Did I not just say--

and rather poetically,
I might add--

that we have loved ones

who are not to be
taken for granted?

Yeah, yeah, you did, but...

Wait, you mean
you'll be there?

[chuckles]

With proverbial
bells on.

[both laughing]

GIBBS:
It's your ex, Harper Dearing--

he's the main suspect in
a series of explosions

aboard U.S. Navy vessels.

That's not possible.

Evan's death
destroyed Harper.

Your husband ever talk about
his anger toward the Navy

about not being able
to protect your son?

Harper put on
a good face

for years after the attack,
but, oh, he was, he was angry,

especially at the Navy.

Your son was
important to him.

Harper...

called him
his shining star.

Said he was the first thing
he thought about

in the morning
and the last thing

when he went
to sleep at night.

Doesn't leave a lot of
room for you, does it?

Evan was the one good thing
that held us together,

and when he died,

all that was good
in Harper died, too.

You have any idea
where he is now?

None.

But if he is the one
behind these explosions,

I know h-he won't stop
until he's made his point.

Yeah, what point is that?

That someone has to pay

for taking away our son.

[typing]

[door slams]

Don't you ever knock?

You called me.

Well, what if I was indisposed?

That would be even better.

Down, boy.

I want you to
meet someone.

Who?

Meet Lucy.

We're the only ones here.

She's the computer.

Her technical name

is a paragraph long,
but I just call her Lucy.

You know, "Five cents,
the doctor is in."

She is programmed for
the sole purpose of getting

inside people's heads.

Ah, your kind of gal.

So, what have
you told her?

Uh, Dearing's
personal information.

And Lucy's telling us
Dearing's likes and dislikes.

Favorite ice cream,

sleep habits,
political leanings.

Anything relevant?The relevance is

that Lucy knows people
that Dearing might trust

or distrust.

His possible allies or enemies,
statistically speaking.

Enemies like me.
Yes.

And allies like...

Jonathan Cole.

Name ring a bell?

Several.

Phantom Eight.

And currently locked up

where he should be,
thanks to you.

He sold Dearing the microchip.

Yeah, they have a history.

Both enemies of NCIS.

Apparently, Dearing
did some checking.

He wanted to hire Cole.

If we could get Dearing
to enlist Cole's services now,

you know, maybe we could
turn the tables on him.

Get him out of prison,

[phone ringing]work him like a double agent.

Excuse me.

Ryan.

DEARING:
Good evening, Doctor.

Dearing?

You had to know that I'd call.

I suspected, eventually.

I must say, Doctor,

you continue to intrigue me.

Why is that,
my winning personality?

Start a trace on
Dr. Ryan's phone.

I've worked with some
very smart people.

Brilliant thinkers
who influence how we live.

You get great pleasure getting
inside people's heads.

And yet, you're an open book...

weak, vulnerable.

Yeah, don't kid yourself.

You don't know me.

I know about your ex-husband.

Where he is
and how he got there.

Stay away from my family.

As a single parent,
you're doing an excellent job.

Parker has a...
has an honest face,

a winning smile.

I see he plays a woodwind.

You know,
I used to play the clarinet.

You're at his music school?

Yeah, he seems to be waiting
for you.

Would you like me to tell him
that you're running a bit late?

He's okay, Doc.

I know.

I know.
Dearing didn't go near him.

[sighs heavily]

That's what concerns me.

Why?

He's playing us.

Finding ships' vulnerabilities
isn't his only specialty.

He's good.
He's really good.

He's dangerous, too.

Morning.

You been here all night?

Yeah. Yeah, I had some work
to finish up.

Dr. Mallard and I have a
flight in, uh, two hours.

He's coming with me.

Um, but I-I got
your text.

Uh, you guys need me
for something?

We know you're going through
with the wedding.

Yeah, hey, I
totally understand.

You guys can't come.

Which is why we wanted
to personally see you off.

And...

...give you

our wedding gifts.

Ziva. I don't even
know what to say.

I'm gonna open
it, obviously.

No, no, no, wait, wait, wait.

Actually, you should open it
with your bride.

Right. Yeah.

But I will tell you
what it is.

The finest Israeli
cotton sheets,

so you sleep like a baby.

[whispers]:
Or maybe make one.

[laughs]

Yeah. I'm a little
anxious about that part.

You know, expectations are high.

This is a wireless
long-range security camera.

For those nights
when you're working here

and Breena's
stuck home alone.

Also, you can eventually use it
as a baby monitor.

That is awesome, Tim.

I...

I'm speechless.

Well, you won't be speechless
for long,

my little Autopsy Gremlin.

Huh? The gift that keeps
on giving.

What is that, a movie?

No. It's a film.

The 1963 Jean-Luc Godard
masterpiece, Contempt.

You got that at Christmas.

You're re-gifting, Tony.

It's not re-gifting if you've
already watched it on Netflix.

Tony, thank you.
Come here.

Oh, come on.

You guys, bring it in.

It's a group grope.

[Ziva chuckling]

Hey.

Mmm.

Sour cream and onion.

You know, everything really does
taste better on the outside.

Way I'm chewing
tell you my dad

didn't hug me enough
as a kid, Doc?

Tells me he wasn't
big on manners.

Oh, no,
he was plenty big on manners.

I just wasn't big on listening.

Hmm, sad story.

You should know,
you wrote it.

You give me too much credit.

You and Latham sold
Harper Dearing the microchip.

You handed him the
fleet's weaknesses.

You made this possible.

You're right, Gibbs.

I do know things.

Things about Dearing.

Things that could help you
catch him.

He's bluffing.

He doesn't know crap.

Well, then pray tell,
why am I here?

Penance.

We want you to offer your
services to Dearing,

and lure him into a trap.

Hang on a second here.

You're recruiting me?

Well, yeah, Cole.

There weren't a whole lot
of other candidates.

And if it works?Maybe,

just maybe,

we can talk about putting a
light at the end of your tunnel.

Maybe keep you away
from the firing squad.

You know,

my old man did pass along
one pearl of wisdom.

Even a bad hand can win the pot.

So, what's the catch?

You could get killed.

That's not the catch.

That's the fun.

TONY: Wheels of injustice are turning

as we speak, boss.

The phony
brief leaked?

Uh, well, federal agencies
are on the look out for Cole.

As far as they're concerned,

he's escaped and is somewhere
in the tristate area.

Well, that should pique
Dearing's interest.

Yeah, I also talked
to Victoria Dearing

and told her that Cole
is looking for her ex.

Yeah, think she'll
pass it on?

I think she knows more
than she's telling us.

Gibbs, Gibbs, Gibbs,
Gibbs, Gibbs, Gibbs.

Abbs, Abbs, go.

I ran all the samples

from the fire
at Agent Larson's house.

None of them matched
the accelerant

used in any of the other fires.

Could be another test, boss.

Hasn't Harper Dearing
tested us enough?

No, I think he's just
getting started.

Director Vance.

You got a new
parking spot?

It's temporary,

while security's on high alert.

You got anything?

Cheese or peanut butter, Leon?

My mousetrap--
always cheddar.

Hope it works.

[phone buzzing]

Hey.

You okay?

Who is Liam Dunn?

He's my ex-husband.

Yeah, and?

And he's released
from prison today,

by a federal judge
on a bogus technicality.

That's bad timing.

Timing had nothing
to do with it.

You sure about that?

Parker's father was in prison
for a reason.

A very good reason.

He hurts people.

You're safe.

Parker's safe.

I can promise that.

No, you can't.

I know you want to, Gibbs,
but you can't.

This is like classic
headgamer stuff, Doc.

Don't let Dearing inside
your head like this.

Dearing bought the judge.

He played me and he won.

No.

He hasn't won anything.

I'm taking Parker.

There's nothing else you can do.

I've got to go.

SECDEF will know where I am.

This isn't the answer.

[sighs]

Please.

Who really likes weddings,
anyway?

Hmm. There's nothing good
about them.

Weird uncles who make
inappropriate toasts.

Rubber chicken enhanced
by cheap wine.

Cheesy music
and children.

Rental tuxedoes.

The bouquet, the garter,
the cake, the-the...

The fittings.
The fittings.

The fittings.

I am not even
to the actual ceremony yet.

The vows.

Hmm.

The ring.

The kiss.

[laughs]

The ketubah.

I don't even know what I'd do
if I had to deal with all that.

Elope?

GIBBS:
Yeah, well,

it worked for me.
Give me an update.

We're just waiting for Dearing
to take the bait.

McGEE:
Boss, an e-mail

just came into the dummy
account we set up for Cole.

Dearing?
I guess he
still wanted

to recruit Cole.

Address is encrypted,

but the text sure
sounds like him.

TONY:
"Where Golden Eagles rest.

Tomorrow 0800."

The Golden Eagles are
an Israeli Air Force squadron.

Something tells me
this isn't about Israel, Ziva.

It's a nickname for
retired Navy pilots.

So where do they rest?

Isn't there an old coffee shop
downtown where they hang out?

Everybody's got their spot.

[knocking]

Hi.

Jimmy, you're not supposed
to see me!

Yeah, I know, I know.

I'm-I'm sorry. I just...

Uh, can I come in?

Mmm. Good morning, Groom.

Good morning.

[laughs]

Um... uh...

You know... You know
how much I love you, right?

Yeah.

And you know I'd do anything
to make you happy.

So, uh, Bree, sweetie, I...

I need your help.

Jimmy, what is it?

I... I know that we've waited
for this day for so long,

and I know how excited
your family is.

But my family,
the people that I care about--

well, they're not here,
they're at home.

They're trying to protect us
so we can be safe,

so we can have... all this.

I should be with them.

So, rather than wait
until this afternoon,

let's just do this right now.

And then,
after I go home and help,

we can have a party
or a... a honeymoon.

Anything you want.

You want to get married now?

Jimmy, I'm not marrying
you for all this.

I am marrying you because
you're the sweetest,

most kindhearted
man I have ever met.

That's a yes, right?

[laughing]
Yes.

Mmm.

Hey. Coffee?

Please.

You wouldn't be Cole
by any chance?

Who's asking?

Messenger dropped this off
when I got here.

Told him I wouldn't be part
of any drug deal or anything.

[ringing]

[sighs]

Dearing's onto us.

[ringing continues]

Not exactly the meet-and-greet
I was hoping for, Dearing.

Yes, well, perhaps another time.

I would like you
to relay a message

to Agent Gibbs
if you'd be so kind.

You're big on messengers.

DEARING:
Tell him that I was never really
interested in Director Vance.

So what are you interested in?

Justice.

DEARING:
I would like you
to relay a message

to Agent Gibbs,
if you'd be so kind.

Tell him that I was never really
interested in Director Vance.

Man's got a funny way
of showing his lack of interest.

Guy's got stones,
I'll give him that.

Should you
still be here?

McGEE:
Fires were set
on the ships

and at Agent Larson's home.

He took Director Vance...

And destabilized
Dr. Ryan. Why?

Because she's
a brain-gamer.

He didn't want her
figuring out what was next.

What is next?

You going somewhere, Leon?

Pentagon.

Meeting with SECNAV.

McGee, play back Dearing's call,
isolate the background.

What are you looking for, boss?

DEARING [over phone]:
I would like you to relay

a message to Agent Gibbs...

[church bells ringing
over phone]

Bells of the
Navy Chapel.

[Dearing's garbled voice,
marching drums beating]

Drums are

Commandant's Own, Leon,
over at Eighth and "I."

He is nearby.

What's he waiting for?

Ziva, when we found
the director's car,

what else we find?

Nothing.
There were no prints.

No signs of tampering.
Nothing was touched.

You mean, we didn't
strip it down?

There was no reason to.

Director, he's not after
you; he's after your car.

He placed something
inside it.

Where is it parked?

Just outside this building.

Evacuate.
Get everybody out of here.

Clear the building,
call the bomb squad.

TONY: Everybody, we need
to evacuate the building.

There's something there;
we need to shut it down.

Gibbs, you know
I was bomb disposal.

They're already on their way.

Not fast enough.

Yeah. Come on.

[siren wailing]

[sirens approaching]

[sighs]
Where should we start?

It's not here.

Inside.

McGee, get out! Now!

Just one second, Director.

Everybody out.

Get away
from the building.

Out.
All right.

Come on.

That's everybody.
You go, Ziva.

No. I'm not going
without you.

Hey, Cole.

Stop.

Get out of here.

It's too close
to the building.

Go. Get her out of here.

It's not the danger...

it's the fun.

[sighs]

[phone ringing]

[thunder rumbling]

[phone ringing]

Hello.

Yes, this is Dr. Mallard.

[indistinct voice
over phone]

Dear God.

How many?

Yeah, of course.

T-T-Tell him I'll be...
I'll be there right away.

Yeah, it-it's imperative

that no one touch any
of the deceased until I...

un-until I re...

[exhales]

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