All language subtitles for NCIS.S03E23.Hiatus.1.1080p.AMZN.WEB-DL.DDP5.1.H.264-NTb

TONY:
This is so Usual Suspects.

Tony, your dying words will
be "I've seen this film."

Gibbs even looks
a little bit like Gabriel Byrne.

Okay, who is
Gabriel Byrne?

An actor who boards
a mysterious ship like this one

searching for Keyser Soze.

Another actor?

No.

Keyser Soze is
a character in the film

who may or may not exist.

I'm confused.

So am I.

And I saw the DVD twice.

Sound of Music
confuses you, probie.

I love that movie.

( inhales )

One note and I will
lock you in a room

and make you listen to
"It's a Small World"

for 24 hours straight.

Do we understand each other?

ZIVA:
Mm-hmm.

MAN:
Okay, next.

( computer bleeping )

Something
out of order?

We have no record of Abog Galib
ever entering the United States.

So?

His passport has

Philadelphia entry
and exit stamps,

June of last year.

Computer glitch?

Or a forged passport.

GIBBS:
Hey!

( men shouting )

Hell, I thought we were going
to do this without a chase.

I could not be arrested,
Agent...

Gibbs.

I had to speak
to you alone.

The situation has changed.

The head of Abu Sayyaf
wants me to courier for him

between Basilan and Pakistan.

Bin Laden?

Allah be willing.

Sorry if I made
you run, huh?

Oh, I'd chase you to hell
if it led to Bin Laden.

You only have to chase
me off this ship.

Has Abu infiltrated SeaLift?

They're about to.

Our radio man, Pinpin Pula,
is Abu Sayyaf.

Somehow, he got a billet
on the Cape Fear.

Well, the Cape Fear's
a SeaLift munitions transport.

She sails
tomorrow to replenish

Marine Expeditionary
Strike Force 8

in the Red Sea.

He plans to blow the Cape Fear

while it's off-loading ammo
to an assault ship.

This will be as bad as 9/11.

And just as terrifying.

Galib, that's good work.

I will go off
the stern.

Fire a couple
of rounds,

just do not hit me.

Oh, my passport.

I'll alert my team.

Don't want them
to shoot you.

No, wait, wait.

( indistinct shouting )

TONY:
He looks from the broken
coffee cup on the floor.

Looks to the photo on the wall.

Looks...

( loud explosion )

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( indistinct shouting,
distant explosions )

( helicopter blades whirring )

( indistinct shouting )

What do we got?

Blast victim.
Superficial burns and abrasions.

Pressure steady.

Got a name?
Gibbs.

He's an NCIS Agent.

All right, my
count, on three.

One, two, three.

Agent Gibbs!

Agent...!

Gunny! Gunny!

Gunny!

Get him out of his gear!

Let's go!

GCS is less
than eight.

Let's intubate.

20 milligrams of etomidate,
100 of succinylcholine.

Right away.
Skip the X ray.

Go straight to CAT scan.

Call CT.
Come on, baby.

Ziva! What happened?

A bomb-- one dead,

one injured.

You'll need
body suits, tweezers,

and those, um, suction things.

Turkey basters.

And many, many,
many specimen jars.

DUCKY:
You get that, Mr. Palmer?

Yes, Doctor.

Here, allow me.
Toda.

How badly is
Jethro injured?

Paramedics took him
to emergency.

Which hospital?
Portsmouth?

They have a level one
trauma center at Portsmouth.

I didn't ask.

You didn't ask?

No. Once the paramedics were
on site, I had other priorities:

the possibility of more
bombs, a crew to detain,

a crime scene
to secure...

McGee and Tony
will know.

Ziva, I'm not implying
that you don't care.

Listen, I know
you care!

I don't need
reassurances, Doctor!

DUCKY:
Very well, but I just want you
to know that I know...

Ducky, drip it!

Do you mean "drop it"
or "zip it"?

( groans )

American idioms
drive me up the hall.

Well, actually...

Never mind.

One of the crew is missing--

the radio man, Pinpin Pula.

Put out a BOLO.

DUCKY:
Tony.

Any word on Jethro?

Not yet.

Portsmouth Trauma said
to call back in an hour.

Portsmouth. Good, good.

I'll get out that BOLO.

We have a suspect?

Pinpin Pula.

What kind of name is Pinpin?

Filipino.

In Tagalog
it means "rice paddy dike."

Don't say a word.

( Palmer laughing )

I thought that was
quite an accurate translation.

Condition of
Special Agent

Jethro Gibbs.

Trauma One.

No condition listed yet.

You can't go in there, Director.

It's restricted...

...to medical personnel.

This isn't about turf, you know.

Oh, I know that.

It's about rules.

And one really big one is

nonmedical people
cannot enter Trauma One

unless they're carried in.

Get me a gurney.

( chuckles )

That's good.

"Get me a gurney."

( laughs )

I like that.

I left a dinner
at the White House to come here.

I'm impressed.

Really, I am.

That still doesn't
change the rules.

I was hoping I wouldn't
have to resort to this.

Shooting your way in?

Don't be silly.

I don't have my weapon.

Calling the President?

Now, that would be overkill.

( on phone ):
Hello?
Condi?

Jenny.
Any word yet?

No.

I don't have his
condition yet.
Well, why not?

The head nurse
won't let me into Trauma.

Let me speak with her.

Ethel Washington, ma'am.
This is Condoleezza Rice.

Yes, ma'am.

( Rice speaks indistinctly )
I understand.

( Rice continues speaking )

Thank you, Condi.
You're welcome.

( door buzzing )

McGee said that Gibbs
was in a bomb blast.

He tried to sound really calm,

but I could hear the fear in his
voice, and he should be afraid.

For Gibbs to be brought to
a hospital in an ambulance,

cannot be good.
I had to come see for myself.

My hearse got a flat,

as usual, so I got in a
cab to go to the airport,

and then I realized that, by
the time I got to the terminal,

and I bought
a ticket,

and I went through security,
then I flew to Norfolk,

and I got a cab here,
it would be better just to stay

in the cab that I was in,
so I did that.

It cost a lot...

Doesn't matter what it
cost, 'cause this is Gibbs.

I can't believe he's hurt.
He's never hurt.

Not hurt enough
to go to a hospital.

He has to be dying
to even go see a doctor.

Oh, my God.

He isn't dying, is he?

I don't know what I'd do.

Positive thoughts,

positive thoughts,
positive thoughts.

Okay, I know the rule

is that you have to be family
to go into Emergency,

at least that's what they said
when Uncle Charlie

got his leg caught
in a nutria trap.

But Gibbs and me, we're
tighter than blood.

I know you need ID.

I have an ID in here.

I work at NCIS-- forensics,

and ballistics, chemical
analysis and DNA typing.

Uh, here.

That's me, I promise.

I just, I had to be
in court that day,

but I swear,
that is me.

( door buzzing )

You're a really,
really good person.

( buzzing continues )

You're gonna have to look in
there sooner or later, McGee.

I already did.

Uh-huh.

Ziva, I don't think
I can go in there.

McGee.

I know.

Don't let Tony

smell fear,
or else he'll just....

Probie!

Got a special
job for you.

Too late.

Bomb dog took point on
Rice Paddy Dike's footlocker.

Tag and stow it in the truck
for Abby, would you?

On it, boss.

I do love it
when he calls me boss.

That why you're being nice
to him?

Nice?

Not being nice.

Lugging footlockers
is probie work.

All right,
I cut the probie some slack.

It's been a bad day.

Yes.

A very bad day.

What's the point of origin?

55-gallon oil drum.

That twisted ring

is all that's left of it.

What is an oil drum doing
in a laundry compartment?

Well, ships clean them
and reuse them for storage.

This one probably held
dirty laundry.

Very unsanitary.

Fragments indicate
a high explosive.

Abby should be able
to trace the taggant.

Why's the head
and torso intact

when the rest of
him's a slushie?

Suicide bombers wearing
an explosive belt

look like this.

Except there's
always something left

of their lower
extremities.

You see a foot?

Not even a tootsie.

A tootsie?

A toe.

Although in my generation,

tootsie also referred

to one's sweetie pie.

Sweetie pie?

Any word from the hospital?

Jethro's critical, but stable.

Wh...

He wasn't in here
when the bomb detonated, was he?

That corner.

Well, how did he survive?

The washer and dryer
shielded him

from the main force
of the blast.

( rain falling )

ZIVA:
It's raining.

He's suffered a concussion,

but there are no signs
of intracerebral hemorrhaging.

He's gonna be okay,
though, right?

Uh, he should be fine.

I don't want to hear
"should be."

I want to hear
"will be."
Abby...

"Should be"
is not positive!

Enough, Abs.

I want to see
what's under the hood.

Hold the sedation,
and call me when he wakes.

( ventilator rasps
rhythmically )

I'm always positive,
Ms. Sciuto,

but with a concussion,
until he...

Until he wakes,

no one knows what's going on
inside his brain.

( monitor beeps rhythmically )

I'll miss you, Daddy.

We've said it
all before.

I want to hear it again.

I will take care.
I will come back safe.

Not those words.

I love you.

( phone ringing )

Shepard.

( distant thunder rumbles )

Yikes. Agent DiNozzo here.

Cynthia told me you stayed
at the hospital.

Is the boss awake?

I am, Agent DiNozzo.

You have a sit-rep for me?

I do, Director Shepard.

Crime scene's been processed,
evidence tagged.

Remains are on their way
to autopsy.

Officer David
and Special Agent McGee

are questioning the crew.

We have an ID
on the suspected bomber--

freighter's radio man,
Pinpin Pula. Filipino.

Suspected to be Abu Sayyaf.

A BOLO has been issued
for his apprehension.

That is all I have
to report, ma'am.

Agent DiNozzo.

Director.

I was out of line.

You are the Director, ma'am.

You cannot be out of line.

Please. I was bitchy.

Let me apologize.

I'm sorry.

If I may state an opinion,
ma'am?

Fire away.

Never apologize. It's a...

BOTH:
Sign of weakness.

I was his partner,
too, DiNozzo.

I know all the
Gibbsisms.

Actually, he borrowed that one
from the Duke.

John Wayne?

Said it to Joanne Dru
in She Wore a Yellow Ribbon.

Jethro's a lot
like the Duke.

I keep waiting
for him to say,

( imitating John Wayne ):
"That'll be the day."

He said that in Paris to me once
when I told him that I...

When we were working together.

Shouldn't he be awake by now?

You know Gibbs.

He keeps his own schedule.

Do you know what REM is?

Sure, rapid eye movement.

Happens when you're asleep
and dreaming.

That's what it looks
like he's doing right now.

Oh, well, that's got
to be a good sign, right?

If it isn't
a nightmare.

( automatic gunfire,
loud explosions )

MAN:
Gunny, they're both dead.

I'm terribly sorry, Jethro.

GIBBS:
No!

How many times are you going
to ask me the same question?

No smoking.

( speaking Turkish )

What'd he say?

( speaking Turkish )

( laughs weakly )

McGEE:
Wait.

What-what'd you say?

That I understood him.

At least let my crew go ashore.

They've been at sea
for two months.

( laughs )

Excuse me. You don't appear
to be the kind of captain

who actually cares
about the welfare of his crew.

That's it! I want to speak
to Turkish consulate.

I can arrange that.

Yes!

If...

( clears throat ):
If NCIS agrees.

We do not.

( clears throat )

Learn anything, Ziva?

Captain Mahir knows
more than he's telling.

I know nothing.

( laughs )

That's very Sergeant Schultz.

Hmm.

Tony, how's the boss?

( German accent ):
I know nothing!

( funny choking sound )

It's not funny, Tony.

McGee, it's the boss.
He'll be fine.

With me.

He'll be living
off coffee next.

Tony doesn't
like coffee.

( shouting )

TONY:
Why do you suspect the captain?

He smokes expensive Havanas
and wears a ten-carat diamond.

Could be a zircon.

Never doubt an Israeli
about diamonds.

Our Turk captain
likes money.

The kind Abu Sayyaf pays
to transport

weapons, explosives
and terrorists.

I'll flip you to
see which of us
takes the captain in

and who visits Gibbs.

I'll take him in.

You don't speak Turkish.

DUCKY:
Your observations,
Mr. Palmer?

Well, fingerprints are out
of the question.

I was rather hoping
for something

other than the obvious.

Well, we'll have
to use DNA to...

Guess that's rather obvious,
too.

Uh-huh.

Um, he was standing
on the bomb.

Better.

Why standing?
Well, it's seems to

be the only
way to explain

his entire lower body
being vaporized.

Why not sitting?

Uh... whatever he was sitting on
would have shielded his butt.

Unless his buttocks were sitting
on the bomb.

JIMMY:
Who would sit on an explosive?

Someone who didn't know they
were sitting on the explosive.

Of course.

Did it myself once.

No. Twice.

First time
I was young.

Second time, foolish.

Why were you sitting
on an explosive, Doctor?

I just told you--
I was young and foolish.

Haven't you been listening?

I was...

I just...
Specimen jar.

Come on.

If I'm not mistaken,

Abby will find these

to be fragments of the
55 gallon oil drum.

I must ask Jethro...

Should I take these
to Abby now, Doctor?

Soon as I've taken

a tissue sample
for DNA confirmation.

Is that really necessary, sir?

No!

No, it is not
necessary.

We could match his teeth.

Is that what you'd prefer?

A wise choice, Mr. Palmer.

( instrument clatters on table )

Coffee.

Coffee?

Sure way to wake Gibbs.

Good idea.

But he's intubated.

We'll have
to use the IV.

Ah.

Thank you.
Thank you.

( distant thunder rumbling )

Uh, tell Ms. Sciuto
that I didn't abandon Gibbs.

Chief neurologist
would have been
here today anyway.

I'm sure she'll
understand.

Hope so.
I like women with fire.

Ah. So the dog collar
and that tats

had nothing to do with it?

DiNozzo.

Does he look in pain?

Well, I don't know.

I've never seen
Gibbs show pain, Director.

Doctor, is
he in pain?

Doctor?

Was this man a Marine?

Yes.

Wounded in Desert Storm?

He has a Purple Heart.

That's it.

I treated him in Kuwait.

Gibbs never told me
he was wounded in Desert Storm.

Me, neither.

I saw his Purple Heart.

He was in a coma
when we evaced him to Frankfurt.

You talk about deja vu.

But is he in pain?

Certainly not
extreme pain.

He may be hurting,
but the only way to know

is for him to tell us.

Why not give him painkillers
just in case?

I want him to wake up.

An opiate would only
deepen his coma.

I've just never seen Jethro
look like this.

I have.

That's why I remembered him.

That's the expression
he had in '91.

It's more anguish than pain.

KELLY:
I want to gallop, Daddy!

SHANNON:
No, Kelly.

GIBBS:
Ah, let her go, Shannon.

SHANNON ( laughs ):
Jethro.

I got a better chance of
hooking up with Jessica Alba

than these guys do
of infiltrating SeaLift.

Every sailor has
to go through

a series of stringent
security checks

to be issued
a special ID.

110 civilian crews, DiNozzo.

Abu Sayyaf only needs
to slip a man in one.

If Galib knew who that was
or the name of the ship,

why'd he run?

Why didn't he just let us
arrest him as planned?

Give us the intel

and then continue
undercover to Gitmo?

Either he didn't know,
but was close to finding out,

or he was onto something big

that an NCIS arrest
would jeopardize.

Well, what's bigger than
blowing up one of our ships?

Blowing up a port.

Ever hear of Port Chicago?

No, but I saw
the TV movie.

Michael Jai White
is this guy who...

I-I see your point.

Good.
Any intel on the crew,

especially this
Pinpin Pula guy?

We need his photo for a BOLO.

We took surveillance photos
of the crew

when they were docked
in Istanbul.

Great.

If Galib had intel
on Abu's plans,

did he have time
to tell Gibbs?

Maybe.

They were together
when the bomb went off.

Galib was a good agent.

Let's hope Gibbs
comes out of this coma in time.

He will.

I ordered another CAT scan
on the off chance

that he hemorrhaged
since the last one.

I think
it's unlikely.

So why are you
doing it?

Covering my ass.

( both chuckle )

You don't strike me as the
ass-covering type, Doctor.

( distant thunder rumbling )

You know, I dislike this

"Doctor," "Captain,"
"Director" formality.

I'm Todd.

Jenny.

See, the truth is,
Jenny, I'm puzzled.

Gibbs took
a long time

to come out of
the coma in '91.

You followed his case
after he left Kuwait?

Uh, not until today.

From Frankfurt, he was
air-vaced to Bethesda.

They faxed me his
hospitalization records.

He was in a coma for 19 days.

My God!
Now that's not
terribly unusual,

but the tests
weren't typical

of someone who was
in a coma that deep.

I mean, his CAT scan
didn't reveal

any cerebral damage,
his EEG was normal.

It's the same as now.

How do you
explain that?

Sometimes, patients don't
seem to want to wake up.

Any reason why Gibbs
might be one of them?

( keyboard clicks,
buzzer sounds )

( computer bleeping )

AGENT:
The NIS agent driving
was hit with a head shot.

( gunshot )

Wife and daughter...
died in the crash.

( Shannon screams )

SHANNON:
Whoa!
KELLY:
Mom's got one!

GIBBS:
Not as big as ours.
SHANNON:
Wow.

KELLY:
It's bigger, Daddy!

AGENT:
Pedro Hernandez.

The drug dealer
your wife saw kill a marine.

( rain falling )

Abby?

ABBY:
I'm in here.

What are you doing?

I'm worrying.

Me, too.
( elevator bell dings )

Oh, you guys can
just set that

right there
on the floor.

Thanks.

( hippo farts )

( snickering )

What's the matter...

( farts )
never heard a girl
fart before?

Guys, uh, that was the hippo.

Uh-huh.

You sure, McGee?

Yeah, cause you sound more...

...feminine.

Like a hippo cow?

( clears throat )

( Abby bangs keyboard keys )

What aren't you
telling me?

What do you mean?

You have that
"Three Little Pigs" look.

What?

The three little pigs?

They were afraid
to open the door

because the big, bad wolf
was outside.

I have no idea what
you're talking about.

Whoa.

This is definitely
going on my wall.

ZIVA:
I should be
a professional

photographer.

The director
hasn't called.

About?

"About?"

Gibbs?

Oh.

She didn't
call you, did she?

No.

'Cause, you know,
the way you're acting,

you might have just, I don't
know, forgotten to tell us.

Ziva, do you notice anything
different in here?

No music.

That's it.
There's no music.

You know, you usually
play music in here.

What if those were Gibbs' guts
smooshed all over that room?

Oh, for God sake, Abby,
they're not.

I said what if they were?!

The color would be more...
coffee brown than red.

DUCKY:
His skull was shattered

when the explosion blew
him against the overhead

as if he was fired
from a cannon.

The oil drum.

Precisely.

Now don't ask me what our guest
was doing in an oil drum

sitting on a bomb.

Cause I haven't the foggiest.

Mm. No other explanation?

Well, none that would
explain these remains.

I need a positive ID
on this body, Duck.

Well, DNA tissue is in
Abby's capable hands.

How's Jethro?

Still out.

Director's with him.

Yeah, I best get
down to Portsmouth.

Not until you
finish the autopsy.

And while
you're at it?

Why don't you ask your guest

what he was doing sitting
in an oil drum on a bomb.

You sound like Gibbs.

( chuckles softly )

What were you doing
in that oil drum?

Hmm?

Oh!
Oh!

Uh!
Uh!

Ah...

Oh, boy!

Tony, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry.

I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, Tony.

( snaps fingers )

Hate the sight
of blood, probie?

Too bad.

Oh, boy!

Handkerchief.

I don't have one.

I'm...

Whatever you came to say

better be
pretty damn important.

Abby slapped Ziva and
Ziva slapped her back.

Damn! I missed it?

Yeah.

All right.

Assemble the team,
including Abby.

Wh... Abby?

( frustrated sigh )

Right.

DUCKY:
Which hospital? Portsmouth?

You didn't ask?

Oh, Ziva, I'm not implying
that you don't care.

ABBY:
The way you're acting,

you might've just, I don't
know, forgotten to tell us.

What if those were Gibbs' guts
smooshed all over that room?

TODD:
I don't have an answer.

His EEG is normal,
his new CAT scan is normal.

How well do you know Gibbs?

He was my mentor
at NCIS.

He taught me
most of what I know.

Yet you're his boss.

Jethro's a great
field agent.

He's a great
team leader.

And he deals
more efficiently

with difficult
politicians
than I do.

Why isn't he the...?

He shoots them.

( chuckling )

So you didn't know him when
he was wounded in Desert Storm.

No.

He seems to be

repeating that trauma.

A coma he doesn't
want to wake up from.

In the morning, I'm
going to try to find

the neurologist who was
on his case in '91.

Well, why wait
till the morning?

Forgive me.
Yeah.

I'm... just tired.

I can arrange a cot
for you in this room.

No.

I have been away from
my office far too long.

I'll find someone
who knew Jethro back then.

Might be helpful.

Here are all my numbers.

And my cell.

Well, I'll call you
with an update at 0900.

Earlier if he shows any
signs of waking up.

It was good to
meet you, Jenny.

Not under
the circumstance,
of course, but...

...good, nevertheless.

( thunder rumbling )

( Kelly giggling )

GIBBS:
Cover your eyes.

KELLY:
I've seen you
and mommy kiss.

Well, this is
scary kissing.

Like kissing a frog?
Mm-hmm.

Cover them.

Mm...

( thunder crashing )

Much as I'd like to,

I can't tell you where
the bastard's hiding, Gunny.

I didn't ask you to,
Special Agent Franks.

I'm going to take a leak.

( elevator bell dings )

Pay up, McGee.

Hey.

Gonna bet on me, I collect.

Abby,

( hippo farts )
front and center.

You, too, Ziva.

Let's go!

I know what happened.

Look, she slapped me
and I was just...

Hey!

If there's gonna be any
bitch-slapping on this team,

I'll do it.

Clear?

Good.

Now shake hands.

Shake.

There we go.
That wasn't so tough, was it?

Now how about a little hug?

Big buddy hug,
come on.

There we go.
Come on.

Now a deep tongue kiss.

( groans )

Now we feel better.

All right,
what do you got, McGee?

We got Singapore's surveillance
photos on the Bakir Kamir crew.

ZIVA:
Make me hard
copies, McGee.

Captain Mahir will identify

Pinpin Pula for the BOLO.

What makes you think
he won't lie?

Abby.

Um, the taggant traces

on the metal fragments
were Semtex

from the Czech Republic.

Khadafi, before we bombed
him, was handing out Semtex

like taffy to any terrorist
with a sweet tooth.

That eliminates my washing
machine malfunction theory.

TONY:
DNA results?

They should be in by now.

Then what are
you doing here?

Um, somebody called
a conference.

You don't think that's
Galib in Autopsy?

He wants to be sure.

I've asked Tel Aviv
if Captain Mahir

is a blimp on
their radar.
Blip.

DNA confirms.

The body in Autopsy

is NCIS Agent Abog Galib.

Okay. Any hits on the BOLO?

Too many without photos.

LEOs are calling in reports

on every Filipino sailor
in the area.

Did you run them down?

Tony, there's 250,000

Filipino sailors--
that's more than

any nationality in the world.

And the way reports
are coming in,

you would think
that they're...

Hey! I don't want to hear
how tough it is, McGee.

I want you to run 'em down.

Stop playing Gibbs.

There!

You're doing it right now!

Ziva, will you
help me out here?

It's true, Tony.

You're even getting a little

grey around the temples.

You're not Gibbs, Tony.

You're right.

Acting like Gibbs
doesn't make me the boss.

Being senior agent does.

So if drinking coffee, staring

or whacking the
back of your head

helps me lead this team...

...live with it.

Good morning, Agent Gibbs.

The rain stopped.

It's going to be
a beautiful day.

( gasps )

I'm sorry.
I didn't mean to startle you.

I'm Dr. Mallard.

I overheard you talking, and
I thought he might be awake.

I always talk to my patients.

Me, too.

Are you a neurologist, Doctor?

Medical Examiner.

Oh.

Mine never wake up,
but still I talk to them.

Well, Jethro,

I'd have been here sooner,
only DiNozzo insisted

I finish the autopsy
on Agent Galib.

It's fascinating.

I mean, the poor man
was literally

blown out of a barrel.

It reminded me of when
my mother and I visited

her brother Carkin in the
little town of Craigellachie.

Yes, Carkin worked
at the cooperage

where they make all the casks
for the various distilleries.

Are you Turkish?

Perhaps... your father

or grandfather... was Turkish?

Before they come
to America.

Can you see Ziva
as a belly dancer?

He brought it up.

Why, because he asked
if she was Turkish?

From Russia With Love.

Bond is ordered

to Turkey

to steal the lecter machine
from this beautiful--

I mean, is there any other kind
in a James Bond movie?--

defecting Russian
double agent,

Tatiana Romanova, played
by Daniela Bianchi.

Greek.

You are Greek.

Greek.

That's why
you hate me.

I'm not Greek.

Greek Cypriot?

It would explain
you understanding Turkish

and hating me.

I doubt Cyprus has
a liaison officer in the U.S.

But...

you are getting warm.

Liaison?

From the French word "lier,"
which means "to bind."

In this case,
bind to NCIS and Mossad.

( speaking Turkish )

( speaking Turkish )

I have your dossier.

Another French word.

Dean Keaton!

That's it.

Dean Keaton is the
name of the character

Gabriel Byrne plays
in The Usual Suspects.

I knew it'd come to me.

I am not a terrorist.

I did not smuggle weapons
into Palestine, I swear it!

Or Hamas suicide bombers
into the port of Ashdod?

Mossad blames me
for that, too?

And much more.

Now, look,

I am not a terrorist.

No Wahabi!

I fight no jihad!

You profit from it, you swine!

And for that, you should die!

Fortunately for you,
Capitan Mahir,

politique pratique
has suspended

Israeli reprisals
against all but terrorists.

And you say
you are no terrorist.

I swear by God!

Convince me.

Pinpin Pula.

Lisa Guiraut plays one of those
belly dancing women.

Very hot.

She'd be a grandmother by now.

Oh, wait a second, okay.

Ziva looks like her,
which is...

Shh.

Pay attention, probie.

Ziva's about to get
a photo for the BOLO.

DUCKY:
Winning the Scotsman Chess
Trophy was the highlight

of my Lower Sixth year.

I didn't compete in Edinburgh.

No, no, I was too distracted
by this wee...

Impolite of me to
eavesdrop, Dr. Mallard,

but I was fascinated
by your story.

Nurse Baliad told me
your name and your specialty.

I'm Doctor...
Dr. Gelfand.

Chief Neurologist.

The Director told me.

Ah.

Well, how is
our patient?

Still comatose,
I'm afraid.

Were you aware
that he was in

a coma for 19 days
during Desert Storm?

No.

He never told you?

Well, Jethro doesn't
talk much about the past.

I consider us to be
close friends,

but I know very little
about his life before we met.

( bell tolls )

( gunshot echoes )

( pained cries )

( Gibbs gasping )

You're in a hospital! Relax!

( gasping )

Don't fight it, Jethro.

Relax, relax.
You're all right.

Here, come on.

Can you blink?

All right, raise your thumb,
raise your thumb.

Good, good.

Do you want
the tube out?

All right, all right.

Hold still, hold still.

( gagging )

Here you are.
Just breathe.

You're fine.
That's it.

I am Dr. Gelfand.

This is Nurse Baliad.

Maria.

Of course, you know
Dr. Mallard.

He calls me Ducky.

Welcome back, Jethro.

Yeah, we've all been
a bit concerned.

You shouldn't
frighten us like this.

You have a question?

Where am I?

You're in Portsmouth
Naval Trauma Center.

You were in
an explosion.

Relax, relax.
It's okay.

I remember.

Good. That's very good.

Most people
never remember the trauma.

I don't know him.

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