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(tires screeching)
MAN:
Please authenticate.

Mossad Officer,
Ziva David.

Authentication Code--
GIMEL, VAV, HET, SHIN.

HADAR:
Shalom, Officer David.

We need a forced extraction,
now.

Target?

Michael.

Rivkin? Have you notified
your father?

I'm notifying you.

Who do we have in the area?

How bad?
Who do we have?

I will handle it.

He is at my apartment.

I will make sure
he stays there.

Someone will be sent.
(tires screeching)

(horns honking)

(man shouting)

(glass clattering on floor)

(pounding on door)

(grunting)

(groaning)

Oh, my God.

Come on, Michael.

Ziva...

I'm sorry.

(wheezes and coughs)

Call an ambulance!

(Michael coughing)

Now!

Stay with me.
Come on.

(coughs)

Come on!
(dialing)

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DOCTOR:
Excuse me, Ms. David?
Yes.

(no audible dialogue)

Tony.

I'm okay.

Got a fractured radius
and a couple of bruises, but...

I had new intel.

I went to talk to Ziva.

Question Ziva.

DiNozzo.

When I got there,
Rivkin attacked me.

And I had no choice.

DiNozzo.

It was justified.

Go, write it up.

There's gonna have a lot
of people wanting answers.

Rivkin is dead.

Tony killed him.

You saw it?

I saw enough.

Ziva, you have to tell me
everything.

You'll have my I-A report
on your desk before lunch.

Hey.

I'm sorry for your loss.

McGEE:
I can't believe I'm finally

going to get to see
Ziva's new apartment.

Well, obviously, I wish it was
under better circumstances.

Though it is
Ziva's place.

And she's Ziva.

So McGee,

Rivkin, Tony,

Ziva-- what do you know?

Nothing.

I saw Tony snooping
around Ziva's desk.

It was the day before
she went back to Tel Aviv.

He answered the phone.

I think he talked to Rivkin.

I can't believe
I'm telling you this.

Tony's going to kill me.

Not if Mossad gets
to him first.

You don't think the director's
going to just hand him over.

Boss, Rivkin tried
to kill him.

Tony's word against
a dead guy's.

Yeah, but Ziva will
back him, right?

Tony doesn't just murder
people, you know.

Obviously, the shooting
was self-defense.

All we've go to do...

Got a problem, McGee?

You mean apart

from Tony killing
Ziva's friend

and Ziva's apartment
blowing up?

No, no problem at all.

Good. Then shoot.

Hey, boss.

Laptop.

Kind of.

Floor underneath's
barely been touched.

It must have been there
when the fire started.

Under a drawer--
a strange place
to keep a laptop.

Not if you're hiding it.

It gives a whole new meaning
to "fried hard drive," huh?

You know, "fried hard drive,"
is a computer term.

Yeah, McGee, I got it.

Three cuts in the gas line.

The fire chief said
it must have been

leaking
for at least an hour.

No one smelled gas.

Which is odd, considering
most of the neighbors were home.

These look clean.

Looks like a pro job.

Huh.

Boss, could be the trigger.

(sniffing)

Bag it.
Yup.

(speaking Hebrew)

Ziva.

Would you
like a moment?

Not necessary.

While you're here,
perhaps you could

shed some light
on Officer Rivkin's beliefs.

I've already contacted a rabbi
friend of mine

and asked him to be present
when I perform the autopsy.

Also not necessary.

Michael was Jewish
by birth, not practice.

Traditions can be a comfort.

Like the periods
of aninut and avelut.

Ancient rites.

Very appropriate today.

They not only show respect

for the dead, but they also
bring a sense of comfort

to those who are left behind.

Rituals only work
for those who need them.

DUCKY:
Oh, no.

GIBBS:
McGee...

I need you to run a back-trace
on a cell phone.

Sure, I just need the...

number.

Boss, this is Ziva's cell.

You already knew that.

Okay, back-trace on it.

(typing)

Ziva.

I know what you're
going to say, Gibbs.

No, I don't think you do.

I know you think I lied
to you about Rivkin,

but I did not.

You asked me if I knew him.

You asked me if he worked
for Mossad.

Not if I was seeing him,
not...

Sit down.

Your apartment's
been destroyed.

Gas fire-- earlier this morning.

Perhaps the line was damaged
during the fight.

I would talk to Tony.

No, this was no accident.

The gas lines were cut.

Any idea...?
No.

That was a quick answer.

Simple question.

Ziva...

that's your home.

No, it's not.

This is a thorough report.

You only left out
a few little things.

Like why you broke protocol,
why you went alone

and why the hell
didn't you inform me.

My gut told me that
it was Rivkin, not Ziva.

And sometimes my gut
just sucks.

But if Ziva
knew something,

I wanted to give her the
chance to explain it to me.

You wanted to protect her.

She needed it.

DUCKY:
Tony's left radius

was fractured
during this brawl.

But he and Officer Rivkin

suffered a whole assortment
of other injuries.

All of them consistent

with Tony's version
of the story.

Tony told the truth.

This is good news, Jethro.

Doesn't add up.

DiNozzo's more a brawler.

Rivkin was Kidon.

Ah, I thought you'd never ask.

Putting the "why"
aside, Agent DiNozzo,

I am, curious how
you got out of there alive.

Well, I've always been
a pretty decent fighter,

if I do say so myself.

Scrappy.

You telling me
you offed a Mossad assassin

by being scrappy?

What do you want from me,
Director?

Honesty in detail.

Well, that is what
I'm trying to do here.

And maybe you're right.
Maybe Rivkin should have won.

But he didn't.

He's dead and I'm not,

and I don't have
a concrete reason why.

What's this?

Concrete.

Rivkin was hammered.

He might have had
a couple of cocktails,

but, I mean,
he was doing

a pretty good job hammering me.
There's no way he was drunk.

Blood alcohol level was .16.

Twice the legal
limit to drive.

Huh.

Maybe I should have
called him a cab.

You went off grid.

You killed an officer
of the Mossad.

And to make things worse,

the entire crime scene
has been blown to hell.

People are going to
have some questions.

You'd better have some damn
good answers, Agent DiNozzo.

Understood.

Think your boy can handle
the meat grinder that's coming?

He'll manage.

Good, because he's going
to have to step up,

take one for the team.

What's the end game?

(phone ringing)
Diplomacy.

Leon.
Eli.

Shalom, my friend.

Gives a whole new meaning
to "fried hard drive," huh?

How many times
have you told that joke today?

None.

Maybe once or twice.

Newsflash, Mickey. Now is
not the time for ha-ha's, okay?

Somebody just tried
to kill Tony and Ziva.

Ziva's apartment was targeted.

Doesn't mean she was a target.

She could have been.

And what about Tony?
He almost died.

He didn't.

He could have.

Sorry.
What have you got, McGee?

Rivkin's prints.
All over this laptop.

At least what is left of it.

Were you able to get
any intel off the hard drive?

No, it's fried.

Sorry. Dead.

We may be able to
partially retrieve

some of the lost data,

but it's going to take a while.
Couple days.

You got one.

Boss, that's not even...

That's a very
reasonable request.

Major Mass Spec

is still processing that.

I was thinking
it's probably

a salami roll
wrapped in s'mores.

Do you have a better idea?

ZIVA:
I do.

I know I was told not to involve
myself in the investigation.

Yet here you are.

Since it is my apartment,
I thought I should at least

take a look
at the crime scene photographs.

No, Not going to happen.

Not a chance.

Perhaps I should have made
myself more clear.

I have already scanned
through the photos.

McGee left them running
on his computer.

That being said,

I feel obliged to tell you
what I have found.

Talk.

That is actually an
activated charcoal filter

which has been doused
in ethanethiol.

We plant them

on cut gas lines
to mask the smell.

That way, a fire can be
triggered without warning.

We?
It is s technique used
by many agencies.

Including Mossad.

Pack your bags.

You and DiNozzo, too.

I've been asked a favor.

I've just decided to grant it.

We're on the next flight
to Tel Aviv.

*

(speaking Hebrew)

Director Vance.

Director David
will see you shortly.

He's anxious to speak with you.

As am I.

Officer David.

It's been far too long.

Thank you for coming.

There's no reason to thank me.

My visit has nothing
to do with you.

Ziva.

Always full of fire.

Shall I introduce myself?

Officer Amit Hadar,

Special Agent Gibbs.

Special Agent DiNozzo.

Shalom.

Shalom.

Agent DiNozzo,
please, ride with me.

I insist.

It will allow us a chance
to get to know one another.

I am going to see him again,
right, Leon?

ZIVA:
Officer Hadar
will not harm him.

Only two people have the
authority to do that.

Your father is one. Second?

Me.

(car engine starts)

(knocking at door)

(speaking Hebrew)

(speaking Hebrew)

Ziva.

Ziva.

When did you start
wearing so much makeup?

Nice to see you, too.

Mm.

With traffic, I wasn't
expecting you for another hour.

I drove.

Enough said.

Sit.

Sit.

Hmm.

So, tell me, how are you?

I have been better.

Michael was a good man.

Loyal.

Loyal to whom?

To all of us.

I'm not certain that is true.

You're angry.

I am confused.

That is why I asked you here.

To find answers?

No, my dear.
To find solace.

You leave finding
the answers to me.

My daughter speaks
very highly of you.

She's a good agent.

Liaison officer.

She's one of us.

So she tells me.

So's the guy in there.

Agent DiNozzo...

my sincere apologies
for your wait.

That's okay.

I dig hanging out
in concrete bunkers.

Especially after 12-hour plane
rides in cramped quarters.

Your sarcasm is noted.

So's your shirt.

Nice style.
What is it?

Zegna? Cavalli?
You got good taste.

I'm not certain how my apparel
applies to your visit.

And I am not certain how you can
classify my visit... as a visit.

All right.
Just so we understand,

this is what I do for a living.

I interrogate people
all day long.

So I know
all the tricks of the trade.

And nothing that you do
is going to intimidate me.

Interrogate?

This is an Assembly Room. It's
a place for mutual discussion.

You have yet to see
our Interrogation Room.

But if you continue
with childish arrogance,

I promise that you will.

VANCE:
Son of a bitch.

How many times
did I tell DiNozzo

to leave his smart-ass
attitude back in DC?

You should have
checked his bags.

I thought you said
your boy was up for this.

You're the one who threw him
to the wolves, Leon.

Let him fight his own way.

You call this a fight?

He'd better start
showing me something.

Taking one for the team?

He already has.

ELI:
No, Agent DiNozzo,
what you need to understand

is that I am very aware
of who you are.

Your achievements
and your misjudgments.

Okay.

Stop right there. If this is
about my Twitter page,

I just want to clarify.

I had a couple of cocktails,
and, what can I say?

Sometimes I get a little chatty.

Do you know who I am?

You're the director of Mossad.

And Ziva's father.

Although I'm not sure which
one's asking the questions.

ELI:
Sometimes
it is hard to separate.

And it appears
that you have had difficulty

separating your work
from your emotions, as well.

You believed
Officer Rivkin was bad?

He killed an American agent.

An accident.

Unlike his death,

which was intentional.

But what...

was behind that intent?

Retribution...

for an agent you
had never even met?

You knew that Officer Rivkin
would be at Ziva's apartment.

You went there
to confront him,

to provoke him.

And once again,

you blurred the lines,
Agent DiNozzo,

between your professional duty
and your personal desires.

You wanted Rivkin

out of my daughter's life,
so you killed him.

ELI:
Isn't that the truth,
Agent DiNozzo?

TONY:
It's like I told your director.

I went to Officer
David's apartment,

at which time
Officer Rivkin attacked me.

It was kill or be killed.

(wry chuckle)

If that were true,
my friend,

you would be dead.

You wouldn't mind that,
would you?

You send all your
rogue agents to DC?

Make it our mess? Huh?

I guess I shouldn't

be surprised about Rivkin,

considering you did
the same thing with Ari,

and he was your son.

Speaking of family,

what kind of a father
would throw

an out-of-control assassin
at his own daughter?

What kind of business
are you running here, huh?

Everyone just runs around doing
whatever the hell they want?

They do as I say.
Rivkin?

Always.

(wry chuckle)

Well, I'll be damned.

(phone rings)

Yeah. Gibbs.

Hey, boss. How's Tel Aviv?

Forget Tel Aviv.
How's Tony? How's Ziva?

Are they talking yet?
They're fine, Abby.

I'll take that as a no.

ABBY:
So, how is Israel?

What? He said
they're fine.

It's magical, right?

I mean, I've been
wanting to go there

for years-- it's,
like, third on my list.

The Galapagos Islands

and, of course,
Dollywood. Gibbs?

The case, Abby.

McGee and I, we've been working
on Rivkin's computer,

and, um...

we're doing fairly well.

Uh, with a little luck,

I think we'll make
our 24-hour deadline.

McGEE:
Boss,

I ran the back-trace
on Ziva's cell.

Most of the calls check out.

Most?

Well, she did make

one call from her car
two nights ago

to a highly encrypted phone,
Israeli registered.

Call was placed
just after midnight.

Six hours before the bombing.

McGEE:
Which means either Ziva
really upset someone or...

Don't say it.

...she was somehow involved.

What'd I just say?

McGEE:
I traced the Israeli phone.

It's registered to...
Officer Amit Hadar.

(grunts)

Now talk.

Ziva, what is this?
I said talk.

You called me, remember?

(grunts)
(yells)

To remove Rivkin
from harm.

Harm from whom?
Himself.

Circumstances had changed.

And this was your answer?

I protect the Mossad.

There was nothing
to protect!

I should have known
not to trust you.

As if it was my decision.

You have my father's ear!

Rivkin was in chaos.

You knew.

And yet you decided
not to tell your father.

You tried to protect Rivkin,

but in truth, you are
the reason he's dead.

(grunting)

Rivkin killed
that American agent.

You knew this!

And still you did
not report him!

I called you
and I told you to remove him!

Too late! By then,
we could not get him
out of the country.

All we could do was
clean up after him.

And you.

There is no one
left to blame.

Stop looking.

Hadar set the fire.

Covering for Rivkin.

I was betrayed--

by Mossad,
by my father, by Tony.

Who's next?

You?

(door closes)

Pardon me, Director.

Ziva.

(whispering inaudibly)

Hmm.

Your Agent Gibbs is making
my people very nervous.

He slipped through security.

Any idea where
he might be going?

Knowing Gibbs, a coffee run?

Man practically
mainlines caffeine.

Thank you.

Mmm.

(door closes)

It's been a long time,
my friend.

Amsterdam.

How did it get this far?

Simple. One of your agents
killed one of my agents.

Now, we both know
that's not where this started.

I notified you
of the sleeper cell.

Your guy was already
knee-deep in it.

You don't trust
we can police our own backyard.

The view from where I sit
is quite different.

The threats are...

(snaps fingers)

...immediate.

Unfortunately,
I do not have

the luxury of patience.

Sometimes patience
is a necessity.

Otherwise you end up making

an enemy out of your friend.

And then we end up

with a dead American
and a dead Israeli.

And I know that's the last thing
either one of us wants.

Rivkin wasn't
a rogue agent.

He was following
your orders-- you
said so yourself.

(chuckles):
I underestimated
Agent DiNozzo.

You sent him in there
to rile me up.

I learned from the best.

There's a terrorist
training camp

somewhere
in North Africa.

We have not been able
to pinpoint...

anything exact,

but we managed to identify
one of the their sleeper cells

in Los Angeles.

So you sent
Rivkin to L.A.?

He was on an end run.

Find the leader of the cell,
he gives up the handler;

find the handler,
he gives up the location

of the training camp.

And he kills them along the way.

Including
the handler.

You can hardly leave those
people behind to come after you.

Oh, I understand, Eli.

I don't judge you.

I never have.

Unfortunately, I cannot trust

everyone in
your intelligence community

to be as understanding as you.

So you had Rivkin
spy on them.

Yeah.

The death of the American agent
was an accident.

Rivkin never got the intel
about the training camp, did he?

All this to
find a camp

that's probably
already been moved.

It's not about the camp.

It's the man who runs it.

Well, he must be
very important to you.

He killed one of my people.

I had no choice.
That's a lie.

Why would I lie to you, Ziva?
To save your worthless ass.

From who? Vance?

Mossad?

You jeopardized your
entire career, and for what?

For you.

He was playing you, Ziva.

For some reason, you felt
it was your job to protect me?

I did what I had to do.
You killed him.

If I hadn't, you'd be having
this conversation with him.

But maybe that's
the way you'd prefer it.

Perhaps I would!

Okay, why don't you
just get this out.

You want to take a punch,
take a swing?

Get it out of your system!
Go ahead, do it!

Be careful, Tony,

because, much like Michael,
I only need one.

And that's what you're
really angry about, isn't it?

That's what's bothering you.

It's not that he's dead.

It's that your Mossad boyfriend
got his ass kicked

by a chump like me.

You took advantage of him.

He attacked me.

What was I supposed...

(Tony grunts)
You saw a glass table,
you pushed him back,

you dropped him on it,

He was impaled in the side

by a shard of glass...

bloody, gasping for air!

I guess you read my report.

I memorized it! You could
have left it at that,

you could've walked away,
but no, you let him up!

You put a bullet
in his chest!
You weren't there.

You could've put one in his leg!

You... weren't... there.

But I should've been!

(panting)

(sniffles)

You loved him.

I guess I'll never know.

(groans quietly)

GIBBS:
What do you got, Abbs?

Hey, Gibbs.
Wow, it's my first

trans-global
"What do you got, Abbs?"

Think maybe I could
get a trans-global
Caf-POW delivery?

Depends on what you have.

We did a postmortem Humpty
Dumpty on Rivkin's laptop.

And we were able to reconstruct

most of the data
from his hard drive.

ABBY:
He used a specialized algorithm

to generate
a well-harbored short key

for most of his files.

But we managed to crack

both the algorithm
and the ISP protocols.

What's the point, McGee?

Basically, we-we put
his hard drive back together,

and as it turns out...

It's not Rivkin's laptop.

So we got nothing.

No, actually,

boss, we have everything.

This laptop

belonged to Abin Tabal.

Our dead handler?

ABBY:
Yep, that's the one.

Rivkin probably
switched laptops
after he killed him.

Throws us off and gives Rivkin
all the intel he needed.

We've got serial numbers, names

and cell phone numbers,
all linked to various

locations in North Africa.

ABBY:
And that's not all, Gibbs. Um,

we were able to decrypt
Rivkin's e-mail accounts.

Which was only half the battle,
because it was in Hebrew and...

Hebrew is hard.

Apparently, Rivkin was in DC
working with Mossad contacts

to gather intel
on a terrorist training camp.

Who were his contacts?

Well, we-we traced
several e-mails to, um...

a restricted account.

A very...

very restricted account.

Restricted by who?

(typing, computer trills)

Us, Gibbs.

Rivkin was e-mailing Ziva...

McGEE:
At NCIS.

Boss, you know that
this means Ziva knew...

Yeah, I got it, McGee.

It means Ziva
was withholding

vital...
I said I got it, Abby!

(speaking Hebrew)

You told Michael
to stay with me in DC. Why?

That is none of your concern.

I have made it my concern.

Do not question me, Ziva.

Was any of it real?

Does it matter?

Michael is gone.

You must move on.

It's no longer about him.

Agent DiNozzo?

I need to know if he was right.

He was jealous.

Even if that were true,
that does not make him wrong.

Now, answer me!

Was it real?

I don't know.

Perhaps.

Why was I not told the
details of his mission?

Why was I excluded?

Because, Ziva, I don't know
who you answer to anymore.

NCIS? Or Mossad?

What is it you expect from me?

I expect your loyalty.

To me and only me!

You want to know
Michael's assignment?

Make this your Aliyah.

You return to me, to us.

You finish what Michael started.

TONY:
So, that's it, right?

I'm done with Israel?

We're not coming back here?

Get on the plane, DiNozzo.

All right, you got it, boss.

Take her easy.

Our people pulled this off
the laptop Rivkin was using.

Should answer a lot
of your questions.

Thank you.

And thank Miss Sciuto, as well.

Is there anything
you don't know?

Not anymore.

Happy hunting, Eli.

Shalom, my friend.

Gibbs.

Plane leaves in
five minutes, Ziva.

Not without us, it doesn't.

I think it is best if I
simply speak from the heart.

Well, yeah, it usually is.

It's Tony.

I am still not convinced
that he has been

entirely truthful
about Michael's--

Rivkin's shooting.

He gave you his word.

I am not sure
we can work together.

Perhaps it is best
if one of us

gets transferred
to another team.

Transferred?

I need to be able to trust
the people that I work with.

I know you, more than
anyone, understands that.

Take care of yourself.

Boss?

One short?

Good to go.

(engines roaring)

Are they here yet?!

Abbs, I told you, I'll call
you as soon as they show up.

Scout's honor.

That's too late, McGee.

It's not an official
"Welcome Back".

I mean, if I'm here
and they walk in,

I get to say,
"Yay, welcome back!"

If they're already
here and I come in

like Miss Tardy to the party,

then technically it's like
them welcoming me back.

Tell him, Palmer.

Uh, she...
she makes a good point.

I saw that, Palmer!

(elevator bell chimes)

Okay, their flight's arrived.
Where are they?

Behind you.

ABBY (gasps):
Yay!

Welcome back!

Watch the...
(groans)
We missed you!

Sorry.
That's all right.
Missed you too, Abbs.

Tony, I...

Jimmy.

So, Ziva's getting her stuff
or...?

No.

She parking her car?

No.

Well, what is she doing?

Well, considering
the time difference,

probably eating breakfast.

She's still
in Tel Aviv?

Yep.

Well, when is
she coming back?

She's not.

No! This cannot happen!

Vance cannot do this again!

Wasn't Vance's call.

Well, if it wasn't Vance,
then who?

DUCKY:
Jethro,

forgive the intrusion.

How did you possibly
manage to...

Aw, geez, Duck,

you gonna ask me
that every time?

How was your flight?

One short.

(sighs)

Yeah, I know this decision

must not have come easily.

It wasn't my decision.

But Tony said...

No.

Ziva's.

The moment
she asked me to choose.

Ah, so this is not
about loyalty,

it's about
an unreasonable demand.

She withheld information.

To protect Rivkin.

Someone she obviously
cared about.

Ziva has always remained
an officer of Mossad.

I certainly don't envy

the position that she
just found herself in.

Considering her

less-than-conspicuous
background,

it's amazing
she ever had your trust.

No, she earned it.

But you took to Ziva

more quickly than any
other agent before her.

Timothy, Caitlin,
even DiNozzo.

I've always sensed that
there's a strong bond

between the two of you.

Something shared, perhaps.

No.

She proved herself.

Whatever it was that Ziva did

to prove her loyalty,

well, it was not nearly

as momentous as you believed.

Or was it?

(me chattering in Hebrew)

Went over the personnel
files, like you asked.

There's a couple that stood out.

Both would be a good fit.

Take your pick.

I'll let you know
in a few months.

Yeah, I knew
it couldn't be that easy.

You think she might
ask to come back?

I'm just giving her time.

That's all.

Time to what?

Remember who she can trust.

Let me make it easy
for you, Gibbs.

You made the right call.

I wasn't asking
for your opinion, Leon.

Just who the hell
you think you're talking to?

(slams door)
That's a good damn question.

I've been wondering
about that for a while.

You know, you spend half
your time second-guessing me.

Studying me, testing me.
I'm looking for answers.

It'd help if you'd ask
the damn questions.

There's the rub.

You don't have a clue
what to ask.

You don't trust me,
but you don't know why.

You want to talk about trust?

What about tearing apart
my team last year?

There was no warning,
there was no discussion.

Is that what this is about?

You want to sit
in the big chair.

No, I don't.

I want to trust whoever
does sit there!

I want to protect my team.

Like Ziva?

Okay, fine.

You made the decision
to leave her in Tel Aviv.

I supported you.

And now you might
want to let her back.

Why?

Because whatever
she might have done,

I trust her
for what I know she did.

Four years ago...

She saved your life.

By shooting

and killing
her half-brother, Ari.

I told you the chair was big.

Ari was out of control.

So, Ziva's father sent her
to eliminate him.

She kills Ari, earns your trust.

Two birds, one bullet.

Eli played you.

But regardless, Gibbs,
up until now, Ziva's

always been loyal
to this agency.

I know you don't want
to hear this, Gibbs.

But now you have to trust me.

And if you're right about
Ziva's allegiance to you,

she'll serve us well at Mossad.

Yeah, and if you're right
about her father...

we'll never see her again.

(keypad beeping)

Guess she'll call
when she's ready.

(cries out in pain)

Tell me everything you know...

About NCIS.

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