NCIS (2003–…): Season 9, Episode 8 - Engaged (Part I) - full transcript

Mayday! Mayday!

...declare an emergency!

Partial engine failure!

Walker!

We're going down!

We're going down!

♪ NCIS 9x08 ♪
Engaged, Part 1
Original Air Date on November 8, 2011

== sync, corrected by elderman ==

♪♪

Looks like morning
happened again.

What's the plan today?

Oh, I'm thinking
hardware store.

You mean
they invented a tool

you don't have
in that basement of yours?

I need supplies.

Well, now, that's what
I like to hear.

I love it when you start
something new.

What do you have in mind?

I'm hoping the
wood will tell me.

Mm... I hope the wood says,
"roll-top desk."

Mm...

I changed my mind.

I'm thinking bed,
all day, with you.

Gibbs.

The hardware store
will be there tomorrow.

How are you going to get what
you need if you don't let me go?

Yeah... Yeah, Gibbs.

Gibbs, multiple
Marine fatalities.

Get in here.

I'll be there.

Anything?

Plane was a Marine C-130.

Five crew, six deceased

in transfer cases en route

from Kandahar
to Dover Air Force Base.

Went down in a field just short
of their destination.

Any survivors?

They're still looking.

I have never experienced
a crash like this.

I'll need to know
how to proceed.

Air Force is handling the site.

But any sign
of criminal activity,

and we're there
to pick up the investigation.

They were carrying
six dead Marines home.

Why blow up a flying hearse?

They're sending a message.

Got the message, boss.

Loud and clear.

♪ ♪

The sole survivor.

One more than
I expected.

There's pieces of
the wreckage everywhere.

A lot of land to cover.

Where do we start?

Right here.

Okay, thanks.

Something's
on your mind.

I can see your
wheels churning.

Butter churns, David.

Wheels turn.

The witnesses on the ground
are telling the same story:

There was an explosion,

then the plane began
an immediate descent.

What's with him?

He's thinking.

This isn't the case du jour,
you know.

This is life
calling collect, saying,

"Hey...

"I'm short.

Appreciate me."

That one should be
DAFB-128.

Is that what you got?

Dover Air Force Base, Doctor?

Where these Marines were headed
for final DNA identification

before being returned
to their loved ones.

Let us take heart
that some of these cases are,

well, for lack of
a better phrase,

cut-and-dried.

Well, not exactly dry.

In fact, some of these are
downright moist.

Looks like these bags
burst open during the crash.

They sure packed
these guys

in a lot of ice when
they sent them home.

Standard procedure,
Mr. Palmer.

Yes, these Marines made
the ultimate sacrifice.

The Corps takes great pride

in the way that they tend
to their fallen.

So will we, Duck.

Confirmation of these remains

is going to be
a lengthy process, Jethro.

We have to match the DNA

of every fragment
of collected tissue.

Mr. Palmer, Ms. Sciuto and I

have a great deal
of work ahead of us.

Call when you need us.

I shall and I will.

♪ This little light of mine ♪

♪ I'm gonna let it shine ♪

Could you please shine
in tune, Mr. Palmer?

You're putting a minor third
where none was intended.

I'm sorry, Doctor.

It's the only thing
keeping me awake at this point.

Perhaps it's time
we took a little rest.

We will rest
when we are dead.

Until then, consider
John Paul Jones.

The Led Zeppelin bassist?

No, the naval hero
of the American Revolution.

He was almost forgotten when
he was buried in Paris in 1792.

Over a century later,
President Theodore Roosevelt

went to great lengths to
locate Jones, exhume his body,

and bring him back
to America.

Home.

Precisely.

Yeah, we take great solace

in knowing where our heroes
are buried.

I can assure you,
Mr. Palmer,

for every moment
that we rest,

the families of these
fallen Marines do not.

I apologize.

Don't apologize to me.

Apologize to them.

All right, what's the number?

Sometimes I think it's a miracle
we're still here.

What, here in the squad room?

No.

On this earth.

We hitch rides on those
transports all the time.

- Could've been us on that plane.
- But we weren't.

I'm just saying, when
your number's up, it's up.

Do you know that phrase
may have biblical origins

dating back
to the Book of Daniel?

I'll take "Pointless Biblical
Trivia" for $200, Alex.

What do you think this
is, Sunday school?

Sunday school
sounds good to me.

Chaplain.
You look troubled.

Oh, don't worry,
he always looks like that.

This is an omen, isn't it?

- You were sent to talk to me.
- By whom?

The man upstairs.

- Vance?
- Uh, no.

I'm here to see
Agent Gibbs.

Oh, I'd pay to hear
that confession.

What am I confessing to,
DiNozzo?

Nothing, boss.

You're damn right about that.

This is Lieutenant Commander
Chaplain lady...

Burke.

I just transferred to the chapel
here on the Navy Yard.

Uh, orders are
to help reach out

to the accident victims'
families, however I can.

I'm glad to
meet you, Burke.

I'm sorry it has to be
under these circumstances.

I get that a lot.

Well, that was the
Navy Safety Center.

Black box is pointing
to a bird strike.

Flock of geese took out
all four engines.

Another Sully Sullenberger
situation.

Just not as fortunate.

Verify before we lose
jurisdiction. I.D.'s?

Abby has positives on

almost all the crew and deceased
in the manifest.

Almost?

Gibbs.

There's a man in
the conference room--

he thinks his daughter's body
was on the plane.

That's my cue.

Okay.

You're up, Chaplain.

Ma'am.

What?

Corps said my girl
was in an attack.

At some sort of school.

People were killed.

Bodies were so bad,
there was nothing left.

Marines collected
remains in Afghanistan.

Still waiting for DNA
to be confirmed here.

No. You people
are waiting for it.

I know.

Know what?

Her body was on that plane.

A father knows.
Don't tell me I don't.

No one's arguing with you,
Mr. Flores.

Look, we all know what
happened over there.

They found
their dog tags.

I through waiting for you
to get your paperwork in order.

I need to bury my girl.

What's her name?

First Lieutenant
Gabriela Flores.

Remember that.

Here...

I want you to...

Her mom left when
she was a kid.

All I ever did
was mess up.

All Gabriela ever did
was forgive me.

Even after she got
her own place,

every Sunday night,
she would come to my house

and sit in that chair

and watch
my shows with me.

A beautiful girl.

Chaplin, I'm not showing
you what she looked like.

I'm telling you
who she was.

She put herself
through college.

She became
a Marine officer.

She was helping
children in Afghanistan.

And still she found
time to come... sit with me.

Good kid.

The best.

You know, I bet that Agent Gibbs

has what he needs, but I
wouldn't mind hearing

more about those Sundays...
if you don't mind.

A daughter's a precious thing.

Hey.

Can it wait?
No.

Agent Gibbs,

you heard nobody's at fault.

I guess you caught
a break, sir.

What the hell is that
supposed to mean?

One less thing to worry about,
Mr. Secretary, that's all.

The sooner we
get this plane off the

evening news the better.

If there's nobody to blame,
people lose interest.

I need the confirmed I.D's

of the Marines who
were transported.

Names are easy.

But it's not over
till the DNA matches.

We're working on that, too.

Well, work faster.

Use the A.I.U. team.
Use the forensic lab in Dover.

The Chairman and SECDEF
want closure.

We all want closure, sir.

NCIS has 24 hours to
release the bodies.

I understand, Mr. Secretary.
We'll make it happen.

Fact is, we've got ten bodies,
no crime to investigate

and families anxious
to bury their dead.

Let's close this,
Gibbs, and move on.

Hey, Abbs, what do you got?

What do you got?
Okay, check, that's done.

We need to fast forward, we need
to get to the good stuff.

Good stuff?

Yeah, like the answers
and details.

Gibbs, I'm going on
no sleep and all Caf-POW!s.

Abbs, take a rest
for a few minutes.

I can't, Gibbs, 'cause
the families are waiting.

Luckily I developed an equation
using outside stimuli

and my own
accelerated metabolism

to predict how long I can go

without closing my eyes before
I turn into Zabby or Zombie Abby

and, according to
my calculations,

I have, like, five minutes
before I completely melt down.

- Well, then how big?
- Like Chernobyl big.

Then go.
Don't wait for me.

Okay, you asked me about First
Lieutenant Gabriela Flores,

and I thought it was going
to be an easy answer.

It isn't.

This is the record
of Search and Recovery report.

They have Flores listed
as a possible K.I.A.

But that's pending positive
DNA identification out of Dover.

Which is a delicate
way of saying...

We don't know.

Flores is believed to be
one of three Marines

that were hit head-on by RPGs
at a school in Afghanistan.

None of the bodies
were recovered intact,

and what was recovered

was burnt beyond recognition.

Flores was tentatively
I.D.'d by her dog tags,

which were found unattached,
but near the bomb site.

That's why her Marine unit
in Afghanistan

is still looking for her.

Have to, until we
tell them otherwise.

Yeah, but this is where
it gets really nuts.

Seriously, Gibbs, I am like a
ticking time bomb right now.

Just nutshell it.

Kaboom. Plane crash.

Six transfer cases were
loaded onto that plane.

Only three contained remains

from the attack that killed
Lieutenant Flores.

And then,
after separating all those

itty-bitty little fragments,

we have a piece of our
puzzle missing, Gibbs.

What?

Gibbs, I only found
two DNA strands

in the fragments sent
from the Flores' attack.

There were only two Marines
in those three cases.

And Flores wasn't
one of them.

If Flores' dog tags were at
the school and her body wasn't,

we have a humongous
problem.

Where is Flores?

Oh, come on, Tony,
a bucket list?

Hey!

No snooping, McSteve Austin.

My life is none
of your business--

you and your little
bionic eyeballs.

You're writing about buckets?

It's a bucket
list, Ziva.

It's a list of things
I'd like to accomplish

before the end
of the fourth quarter.

Life is short.

I've got to start
making it count.

"Discover the meaning of life"?

Exactly.
"Ride a Ferris wheel naked"?

Actually, I've
already done that.

I should cross that off.
Do you have a pen?

Thank you, boss.

First Lieutenant
Gabriela Flores.

Reported possible
"killed in action"

just off base in the Helmand
Province of Afghanistan.

Dog tags were at the scene,

body wasn't.

Graduated
University of Maryland

with a degree in journalism.

Completed O.C.S.
at the age of 23.

Dug this up

from Marines magazine--
she wrote for them, as well.

It's a photograph
of her with

the commandant of
the Marine Corps--

General Chuck Ellison.

Lieutenant Flores was

a public affairs officer
at Marine Barracks Washington.

What was her assignment
overseas?

Counterinsurgency.

Flores volunteered for the
Female Engagement Team last year.

Quite a fetching FET.

Culture forbids outside men from
interacting with Afghan women.

FETs bridge the gap by attaching
to male infantry units.

Put herself in the line of fire.

C.O. says Flores
was blindsided

in an attack on a girls' school
she was helping rebuild.

Insurgent RPGs.

This backwards belief that girls
should not be educated,

I have seen
it consume people.

I am sure the attack
on this school was just brutal.

McGee, get me satellite footage
of the attack.

On the phone to the DoD, boss.

DiNozzo, Ziva, MTAC now.

Let's go talk to Flores' C.O.

Processing of the remains
was clean.

Mortuary Affairs
gridded the area,

documented site to flight.

Everything we had,
we shipped back,

along with her personal effects.

Could it be that
none of Flores' remains

made it through the RPG?

Unlikely.

Her tags survived,

and those guys are trained
not to miss a thing.

Last thing we want is to turn
a KIA into an MIA.

Details.

Nighttime ambush.

Never saw it coming.

There was nothing questionable

about Lieutenant Flores'
actions.

Just did what she was
trained to do, maybe better.

You're sure she was in the area
when the RPGs were fired?

I saw her myself on the comm.

I knew they were taking
heavy fire at the school,

so I ordered her
to evac back to base.

Five minutes later,
we lost contact.

She never made it.

You ordered her back because
women are barred from combat?

I have three FET Marines
attached to my unit.

And technically, women are
excluded from direct combat.

But out here,
the lines can get blurry.

Any of your men have a problem

with Flores being
outside the wire?

The opposite.

They called her Public Affairs.

But the idea of her just sitting
behind a desk was laughable.

She held her own.

And leading up to the incident,

she displayed
no unusual behavior?

No, ma'am.

Flores lived for the Corps.

She was so proud, so dedicated.

I used to say
I wish I had 20 of her.

Now I wish I still had one.

Until you guarantee she's not,

I'm out here
looking for a live Marine.

My Marine.

Semper Fi, Captain.

Gabriela Flores.

Freelance article info,
continued.

A few days ago, we had a group
of young girls show up.

Found out through an interpreter
that their families had been

killed by insurgents,

and, well, they started
sleeping here.

So our little project has become

a de facto boarding school
for girls.

If you can hear that,
it's some of the locals

helping us build
an addition to the school.

Oh!

Here's Mina,
one of our boarders.

My Pashtu is horrible,

but let's see if I can
get her to show us

what she learned yesterday.

Mina...

♪ Above the
land, across the sea ♪

♪ Above the land,
across the sea ♪

♪ H, I, J, K ♪

♪ H, I, J, K ♪

♪ Going Corps all the way ♪

♪ Going Corps all the way ♪

♪ L, M, N, O ♪

♪ L, M, N, O... ♪

Hey!

Matteson, is that right?

Joan?

Heard about you.

You beat some of the guys' times
on this thing, you know that?

Yeah, Robertson for sure.

So is this your secret?

Practicing during liberty?

Yes, this is my secret.

As long as some chatty,
got-it-so-easy fella

doesn't come along
and mess up my time,

you know, works out
pretty well.

Pretty soon, I'll be
beating your time, too!

You must not know
what my time is.

Jethro Gibbs.

Look it up!

Yeah, right.

She's so good.

Yeah, it's Gibbs.

Special Agent Gibbs,

General Ellison would like
to see you at 0700.

Yes, sir.

0700. I'll be there.

Thank you, sir.

Good morning, General.

Gibbs.

Beautiful fall morning.

Makes me want to go
for a little run.

Remember a few
of those, sir.

More like a marathon.

Character builders, Gibbs.

Either trying to build us up
or break us down, sir?

Well, maybe a
little of both.

How are the boys?

They're in high school now.

You got any Marines?

Give it time.

Gibbs, SECNAV called me.

He has his concerns.

I've heard them, sir.

I have some concerns of my own.

You know Lieutenant Flores?

Well, I know she
was public affairs

in this barracks,
I know she's a Marine,

and I know we will do
whatever it takes

to find her and bring her home,
no matter what.

No Marine is ever left behind.

No, sir.

Gibbs, I don't care
if it's you, us

or those jokers at the Agency.

You need answers.

Whether she's
alive or dead,

I will move mountains

to find Lieutenant Flores
and bring her home.

We'll do
whatever it takes.

Can I hold you to that, General?

You've got my word.

Yes, sir.

Got this for you.

Nice.

Black.

How'd you know that?

Well, my old man used
to say that a Marine

fixes his coffee to
fit his personality.

Yeah?

What's that say about me?

Oh... bold, complex.

Strong enough to stop
a freight train.

Sounds like I'd like
your old man.

Yeah, well, he,
uh... he spent

most of his life
living in the V.A.,

but he had
his moments.

So I went to see Joseph Flores.

I wish we had
some answers for him.

Guy's been through enough.

I get men
like Joseph.

Fathers who want
to protect their daughters

from all the evil in the world.

Want to keep them safe.

Can't.

Well, little girls
grow into women who end up

being just as stubborn
as their fathers.

I didn't know Flores,
but I will bet you

that there was a
lot of him in her.

Personal check
from Justin Fanniker?

Friend of
Gabriela's.

She sent it from Afghanistan
one week before the attack,

but Mr. Flores didn't feel right
about cashing it.

He held onto it
because, look--

look what... look what she wrote
in the memo.

"Love you, Dad."

He gave this to you?

He signed it over
to the chapel

in Gabriela's honor.

He said that Justin,
her friend,

would appreciate the gesture.

Who is this guy?

Justin Fanniker, 27,

is an American contractor
working in Afghanistan.

Fanniker?

As in Fanniker Construction?

Daddy put up
half the drywall in D.C.

for the last ten years.

And not
just Washington.

Fanniker Construction
did not hesitate

to profit from the war as well.

Bid on a job
in Afghanistan,

bank three times as much

'cause of the hazardous
working conditions.

I'd say Daddy
sent junior to cash in.

McGee, e-mails.

Lieutenant Flores
had a few personal accounts,

one of them very
well hidden.

Tracked it through
Fanniker's.

Dozens of
messages there.

"I dreamt I was back home

showing you the sky
as I remember it."

Pretty syrupy.
She fell for that?

Sincerity works sometimes,
Agent DiNozzo.

You should try it.

They met at Kandahar
Airfield three months ago.

Day before the attack,
he tells her he loves her,

but he's worried for her safety.

Offers to give her father
whatever he needs

if she leaves Afghanistan
with him.

What did she say?

Never responded.

You think she went?

Find Fanniker.

Maybe she agreed.

They could be anywhere by now.

Not anywhere.

Flight record says
Fanniker Construction

leased a plane
from Kandahar to Virginia

day after the attack.

Anybody on that plane
besides Fanniker and the crew?

I can't access
the travel data yet.

But I've been trying
to track his cell,

and he just
placed a call.

Give me location.

Middle of nowhere.

George Washington
National Forest

near Roanoke,
Virginia.

Send me coordinates.

I hike there
in the summer.

Uh, you mind if I come along?

Yes.

I can be helpful, Gibbs.

I can try to talk to him

when mumbled
words emanating

from a gray-haired
grizzly bear

seem much less
persuasive.

It's going to take us
a while to get there.

You know,
we can chitchat.

About what?

Oh, you know, about things.

I can tell you
why I embraced the clergy

and became a chaplain.

I kind of like
the quiet.

So... two tours in
Afghanistan later,

and I was even
more convinced

that I was doing what God
had intended for me--

helping others
find inner peace.

Oh, peace sounds good.

Little quiet, too, maybe.

Oh, you're
being sarcastic.

Oh, no, I'm not.
I'm being honest.

I talked too much?

I didn't say I
minded, padre.

Justin?

Who are you?

NCIS.

Just here to talk.

Is she inside, Justin?

Is Gabriela
with you?

What?

Her father's looking
for her, too.

Put down the rifle.

Gabriela's dead.

Don't you know that?

No.

I went there.

I saw what was left
of the school.

Marines wouldn't tell me
anything.

There was a girl,
one of her students,

just standing there crying.

I couldn't understand
everything,

but I got enough.

I saw more
than enough.

You asked her
to leave with you?

She said no.

She would never
abandon her unit.

Where she was, I knew something
like this would happen,

but she wouldn't go.

Justin, you
leave three

open projects in Afghanistan

and you rush out
to a place like this,

you know, it looks like
you're running from something.

I'm just trying
to keep it together.

I met Gabriela,
and my whole life changed.

I loved her, and now she's gone.

You still here, McGee?

What are we
looking at?

Satellite footage.

Just released
by the Joint Staff.

Flores?

The structure in the middle
is the school,

and based on witness accounts,
Lieutenant Flores could be

in any one of these clusters.

There's RPG one.

How long until
the second RPG hit?

RPG two made contact
a few minutes later.

Can you sharpen this?

Boss, this is...
it's like a low-res feed

from a satellite output
that came to me via e-mail.

I can try to get my hands on
a cleaner copy in the morning,

but that's if they'll
give me access.

Tell them the commandant of
the Marine Corps needs access.

- And if that doesn't work?
- It'll work.

Gibbs, we spoke
to the lieutenant's C.O.,

Captain Quincy.
He and his men

have been searching
round the clock.

Coming up empty-handed, boss,
but not for lack of trying.

No remains,
nothing to go on

but a set of dog tags
and some ripped clothing.

There has to be
something here.

Just got to look harder.

Tomorrow. Go home.

Get some sleep.

What about you?

You going to stay here
and work all night?

'Cause if you stay,
we stay.

Let's not get
carried away, Ziva.

You heard the man.

Special Agent David,
you did not just do that.

I did, and I would
do it again.

Oh, no, you will not.

Ah, stand down, DiNozzo.

I appreciate the offer.

We can all
use the rest...

...distance.

Might help us think.

Tired, boss?
Need a ride?

No.

Need to do one more thing.

Jethro.

Hi, Duck.
Thought you went home.

Making final arrangements

for the departure
of our guests tomorrow.

They need to be
with their families.

It's a primal desire

that affects the living
more so than the dead.

I hear there's
still one Marine

to be accounted for.

First Lieutenant
Gabriela Flores.

Oh.

Well, I doubt
that my friends here

can tell you details
of her whereabouts,

but feel free to ask.

I don't know what to ask.

Then it may be

that you are talking
to the wrong people.

Jethro, the dead
have always been kind to me.

Provided answers
I have required.

But if there
is a possibility

that First Lieutenant Flores
is still alive,

then perhaps these

are not the ones
to whom you should turn.

This is Chaplain Burke.

Hey, Burke.

Marines who understand
these schools--

do you know any?

I left teaching
to join the Marines.

Left the Marines
to go back to teaching.

Emily was in the first
FET to go to Afghanistan.

You knew Flores?

Can't say
that I did.

Can say I probably understand
some of what

she was going through
over there.

Seeing them laugh
like that--

part of me feels so happy,

but it makes me think
of the kids I left behind.

Wasn't like this
for them.

Especially the girls.

Tell him about the notes.

We tried to set
up some sort

of informal
education for girls.

Our two potential teachers
dropped out,

thanks to "night letters."

- Death threats?
- Mm.

That wasn't
the worst of it.

A little girl was carrying
a workbook we gave her.

Insurgents threw acid
in her face.

Everybody thinks
of insurgents

as disorganized bands
in the wilderness.

They are fully capable
of advanced strategy

when they have a clear target.

That's what a girl's
school is to them.

It's a clear target.

Abbs, play this.

What is it?

It's a picture of what was
going on around Flores.

It's an audio recording, boss.

There is no picture.

Uh-huh.

Gabriela Flores.

Freelance article info,
continued.

Now go forward.

There.

So our little project has become

a de facto boarding school
for girls.

If you can hear that...

There. Isolate
the background.

...it's some of the locals
helping us build

an addition to the school.

What is that-- Farsi?

It's Pashtu.

Number nine
on the David language list.

Our very own Beauty
of Berlitz.

I think of Pashtu more
as number seven, actually.

- Anything?
- Can you go back?

Can you enhance this?

Talk to us.

He said "next time,
they'll think twice

about building a school."

"The plan has no weakness."

They are discussing
the destruction of the school.

So, it was the people
she was working with?

They're hiding in plain sight.

Flores knew them,
and they knew her.

She had no idea
who she was dealing with.

Insurgents were on
the inside, Captain.

In the school.

Not surprised.

Well, we were.

Were you planning
to tell anybody?

Locals play both sides
to survive, Agent Gibbs.

Always have.

Just comes with the territory.

Dangerous.

Usually more for them than us.

This is a well-timed strike.

Planned perfectly.

The school, they kept records?

Minimal.

There are two teachers--
one male, one female.

And a group of laborers
made a habit

of wandering in and out
of the area.

What's the status?

Unknown.

Haven't been able to locate
anyone since the attack.

None of the locals
feel like talking.

Yeah. That sounds about right.

Agent Gibbs, tell me what
you need, and I'll do it.

But if your people,
Dover and A.I.U. are all saying

Lieutenant Flores's DNA
wasn't in those remains,

then pardon my French,
but where in the hell is she?

Keep looking, Captain.

We'll find something.

We have to.

I understand next of kin
has been contacted.

What are you gonna
tell them now?

Sir...?

Is this how you
spend liberty?

You like birds?

It's for my dad.

So you like your dad.

Like the work.

Makes me feel like
my head's on straight.

Well, look at you.

That's the same reason
I run so much.

Well, beating your times
is just an added bonus.

You haven't
beaten my times.

So you've been checking.

Might make
a difference.

My father can be
difficult, too.

I never said he
was difficult.

I know.

But you love him, right?

Well, it's just...

You know, it's...
Dads can't help it.

There's no use holding it
against them.

Well, Gibbs.

Good luck keeping that head
of yours on straight.

Good luck trying
to beat my times.

Oh... I will.

Hello, Mr. Flores.

I've been spending
some time ere.

Trying to get
used to it.

I was right, wasn't I?

Her body was on that plane.

No.

What do you mean?

Where is she?

Dog tags were found
at the scene... Gabriela wasn't.

We don't have her body.

Are you telling me
she's alive?

I'm telling you we're still
looking for answers.

You gotta find her.

Agent Gibbs, you gotta put
every...

ev-everything you've got
into finding her.

We already are.

No, no.

Here.

Here.

She sent me this.

That's Gabriela and the teacher
and one of their students.

You see?

All she cared about was giving
these girls a place to learn!

If anybody on this earth
deserves your help,

it's Gabriela.

An Americana...

Excuse me.

Hey, wait, Gibbs, Gibbs,
I just ordered.

Come on, come on.
Later.

That's the teacher.

- What do you see?
- What do you mean?

Anyone who worked at that school
could be in on this.

Look at her hand.

Looks like there's a tattoo
under her ring.

You ever see anything like that
in your two tours

over there, Commander?

The design is very intricate.

It's beautiful... until we
discovered something else.

Discovered what?

Something not
very beautiful.

This guy was arrested
for having an I.E.D.

factory in his kitchen.

He has the same tattoo,

and it looks like

this would-be
female suicide bomber

out of Helmand

has one, also.
- Any ties?

They are both linked

to the Jaysh El-Mo'mineen
insurgent group.

Translation:
"Army of Believers."

Does it say anything
about the design?

Intel suggests
that it symbolizes

entrance into martyrdom.

Thank you.

Start talking.

Jaysh El-Mo'mineen.

Small but growing.

Specialties are I.E.D.'s,
direct assaults

and employing females

to advance attacks undetected.

Chief mission is to get rid
of anything apple pie or NATO.

They are known to hide
and move their headquarters

in the remote
areas of the Chagai Hills.

Bring up the satellite.

Okay, but I've got nothing new
to show you, boss.

I'm still waiting
on a better copy.

I've tried everything
I can to sharpen it.

Not sharper, McGee.

Wider. South.

Chagai Hills are just south
of the attack point.

It's nothing but desert.

Wider, McGee.

More than two kilometers. Go.

Boss, what are we looking for?

Zoom in.

Closer.

That's gotta be her.

Are those children?

Two of them.

She didn't die in the attack.

No. She was trying
to save them...

and she got caught.

What do we know
about the vehicle?

It's not one of ours.

My analysts say the
truck is Russian-made,

ten to 12
years old at least.

And the kids?

Likely boarders
at the school.

Girls. Orphans.

No one to report
them missing.

Chagai Hills?

Days ago.

Difficult to track
after all this time.

You say something
about moving mountains, sir?

Plane leaves at 0500, Gibbs.

My people will
get started.

Don't come back without her.

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