All language subtitles for ncis.s04e19.1080p.bluray.x264-rovers

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

MAN:
How do you eat that crap?

Easy, like this:

[CHUCKLING]

Our anonymous caller was supposed
to meet us here three hours ago.

I say we call it.

WOMAN [OVER RADIO]:
I would love to,

but he claims he has information
on a terrorist attack, so here we sit.

Guy last Saturday claimed his dog
was a Taliban sympathiser.

Why are we pulling
this crap duty

- two weekends in a row?
- I'm wondering the same thing, Jim.

[CELL PHONE RINGS]

Hold on, hold on. Stand by.
This is him.

We're here. Where are you?

MAN [OVER SPEAKER]: Close.
Meet me at 408 Millstone Avenue.

I will explain all inside.

I prefer the meeting on the street.

I do not. I'm a dead man
if they see me talking to you.

- Who?
- The people no one can see.

They are everywhere.

Invisible folks. This should be fun.

CASSIDY:
Find them, guys.

I think we just did.

Yeah, I got him.

[CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKING]

CASSIDY:
Sunglasses are a nice touch.

- How do you want us to handle this?
CASSIDY: Pick him up.

- I'll be right behind you.
HALL: You got it.

[ENGINE REWING]

[TYRES SCREECH]

[CAR ALARM WAILING]

[BAT HITTING BALL]

GIBBS: The secret is to keep your
front shoulder in as long as possible.

Both eyes
stay level on the pitcher.

Weight is back
and you track the ball.

And you wait.

It's all about concentration.

MANN: Anyone ever tell you
you've got a cute butt?

[CHUCKLING]

I'm sorry. Did I just ruin
your concentration, Jethro?

- No, it was a lousy pitch.
- It happens.

But you still haven't answered
my question.

Do you want me to teach you
how to hit or not?

Well, considering my C.O. just placed
me in charge of our softball team,

yeah, by all means, teach away.

This end here, it goes up.

I think I got that part.

All right. Inside of your feet
shoulder-width apart.

Slightly bend the knees.

Hands together, knuckles lined up.

[CHUCKLES]

- Do you teach everyone this way?
- Yeah.

[BOTH CHUCKLE]

GIBBS:
Fast or slow?

Kind of depends on
what mood I'm in.

Okay, fast it is.

[BALL THUMPING,
METAL RATTLING]

You've gotta swing to hit it.

I knew I was forgetting something.

This thing go any faster?

[CELL PHONE RINGS]

[PHONE BEEPS]

Yeah, Gibbs.

McGEE: Boss, a bomb took out
two of Cassidy's people.

Yeah, I'll be right there.
I gotta go, Hol.

Hey, what happened to our spending
an entire weekend together?

I just lost two NCIS agents.

[SIGHS]

ZIVA:
You know them, McGee?

Jim Nelson and I went to FLETC.
I was at his wedding two months ago.

TONY:
This better not be another recall drill.

I had floor seats for the Wizards
this afternoon.

It's Agent Cassidy's team
out of the Pentagon, Tony.

McGEE: They were attacked.
- Is she okay?

- She survived.
- Her men weren't as lucky.

- What the hell happened?
- That's what we're gonna find out.

Grab your gear.

Grab your gear!

[CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKING]

Flags of Iran, Iraq, Syria
and Saudi Arabia.

What type of a store was this?

McGee's working on it, Ziva.

Their deaths were almost immediate,
if that's any consolation, Jethro.

No, it's not, Ducky.

DUCKY:
No, it never is.

All our agents' wounds appear
to have been caused by shrapnel.

Specifically, ball bearings and nails,
the hallmark of a homemade device.

ZIVA: All emanating from
the central point of the floor.

This man appears to literally have been
at the heart of the explosion.

He was sitting on the bomb?

He was the bomb, DiNozzo.

- Electrical wiring.
DUCKY: Yeah.

The explosive amputation of legs,
arms and head.

A suicide bomber.

I don't suppose any of you
have seen the head?

Still looking for it, Ducky.

Judging by the holes in the ceiling,
I may have to try the roof next.

TONY: Why blow yourself up
in an empty store?

[VOICE BREAKING]
It wasn't empty, Tony.

[CASSIDY BREATHING HEAVILY]

[CRYING]

McGEE: She insisted on being part
of the investigation.

Talked to the landlord.

He said he just rented this place
to a non-profit group.

He's pulling the paperwork,
calling them now.

- It's my fault. It's my fault.
- It's not your fault, Paula.

You weren't here, Tony.

- Cassidy, outside.
- I killed my team.

Take it outside.

DiNozzo, find me that missing head.

Well, it's a drop ceiling.

So I think it's probably
wedged up there somewhere.

Ziva, you're going headhunting.

[SIGHS]

I don't need a lecture right now,
Gibbs. I really don't.

[SIREN WAILING IN DISTANCE]

I'm just bringing you this.

Thanks.

Tell me about the phone call
on the tip line this morning.

Anonymous. Just a guy saying he had
info on a potential terrorist attack.

Did he name the target?

No, but it was obvious it's us.

Oh, I should have gone in
with those guys.

Well, yeah. Then you'd be dead too.

It was an ambush.
There's nothing you could have done.

Would you feel the same way
if it was your own team?

Yes, I would.

I have a tough time believing that,
Gibbs.

Yeah, well, the difference, Paula,
is I wouldn't stop to grieve

until I put the bastards responsible
for this in the ground.

What about you?

[EXHALES]

DUCKY:
You knew him.

McGEE:
He was a good friend of mine.

You know, seeing him like this,
it's almost like--

It could have been you.

GIBBS:
It almost was, McGee.

We were supposed to work
the hot line this weekend.

Boss, you serious about that?

MAN [MIDDLE EASTERN ACCENT]:
What happened here?

Hang on. Hey. Calm down.

GIBBS: Who are you?
- We work here.

For the Muslim Coalition for Peace.

Yazeed, was he--? Was he in here?

We were supposed to help him
paint this afternoon.

ZIVA:
I found it.

[SPEAKS IN ARABIC]

Do you recognise him?

Yazeed Fahad,
our chapter president.

What happened to Gibbs' rule about
not putting two suspects

in the same room?

More of a guideline.

ABDUL: You are not listening to me,
Agent Gibbs.

Yazeed Fahad was a man of peace.

He condemned suicide bombers
as cowards, agents of evil.

And now you wish us to believe
that he was one?

He was wearing the bomb.

- Then he was forced to put it on.
- By who?

Timing was not a coincidence.

Yazeed organised a meeting with both
Shia and Sunni religious leaders

for this Friday.

Clerics and holy men from 5 different
Arab countries will be in attendance.

All of them prepared to issue fatwas
condemning sectarian violence in Iraq.

Their words could save
thousands of lives.

How many will attend

if they find the man who planned it
was a suicide bomber?

Where were you this afternoon

when your president was
blowing himself up?

JAMAL:
Lunch.

- Together.
ZIVA: Where?

We don't have to answer
these questions.

We're not criminals.

I think you should both
get a good lawyer.

- But we did nothing to--
- Grace Street Diner.

We were there between 1 and 2:30.

They're only doing their jobs,
Abdul.

When they do,
they'll see that Yazeed was innocent.

I'm gonna go with you.

- Gibbs wants you here, Paula.
- Why?

Ask him.

[DOOR OPENS, CLOSES]

MAN [OVER PHONE]:
I cannot give you my name.

WOMAN:
Sir, we have standard procedures--

If you want to stop this attack,
you will have an agent meet me.

[REWINDING TAPE]

[STOPS REWINDING]

McGee? Is that you?

How long have you been
sitting there?

Not long.

I'm really sorry about Jim Nelson.

I know you guys were really close.

I wouldn't have graduated
from FLETC without his help.

Then we would have never met.

Or maybe he'd still be alive.

We were supposed
to take the weekend shift.

Those bodies downstairs
should be us.

Timothy, don't even think things
like that, okay?

Everything happens for a reason.

I'm not even gonna ask.

Technically, that was a squatting hug,
or a "squg," if you will.

- But I digress.
- Yeah, bigtime.

- I have some paperwork to do.
GIBBS: What have we got?

I analyzed and compared
the two tip-line calls,

the one from this morning and
the one that Agent Cassidy got on-site.

Same caller both times
and I'm assuming that it's this guy,

Yazeed Fahad.

Can you tell us something
that we don't know, Abby?

Uh...

Okay, how about this?

He was in the Navy and he was
honourably discharged in 2004.

Our suicide bomber was a sailor.

DUCKY:
I wouldn't be too quick

to rush to judgement on that,
Agent Cassidy.

Jethro, could you come down here?

There's something
you really must see.

DUCKY: It appears we have a bit
of a mystery.

I'm not entirely certain
how our guest died.

Well, it's kind of obvious, Duck.

Yes, if I base the results solely
on the damage to his body.

Fortunately, we have
this miraculously preserved head.

And the rate of decay
of his brain tissue

doesn't even come close to
the time of the explosion.

I saw that guy walk through the door,
Ducky.

Well, Agent Cassidy,
I don't see how that's possible.

Our suicide bomber was dead at least
one day before his bomb went off.

[DOOR OPENS]

GIBBS:
You okay?

I just got off the phone with Amy,

Special Agent James Nelson's bride
of two months.

Correction:widow.

Now I have to call
Tom and Mary Hall.

I don't like making these calls,
Jethro.

- No C.O. does, Jen.
- I know, but--

- What?
- This isn't Iraq or Afghanistan.

My people are not supposed
to be killed by suicide bombers here.

No, but they were, director.

And it'll happen again if you stand
around here feeling sorry for yourself.

I am not feeling sorry for myself,
Jethro.

I'm feeling sorry for the agents
and their families.

But you're right.

I have a call to make
and you have a terrorist to kill.

[JEN GASPS SOFTLY]

Catch.

By the way,

Ducky says the bomber was dead at
least a day before he blew himself up.

You might wanna give that
some thought.

[DOOR CLOSES]

ZIVA: Swabbed his apartment.
Not a trace of explosives.

He was a former sailor.

President of the
Muslim Society for Promoting Peace.

Tony checked out his friends.
Their alibi holds up.

- They were at a restaurant when--
- Are you gonna make a point soon?

ZIVA:
Yes.

Who did you see entering
the building yesterday, Cassidy?

I'm not convinced
that it wasn't this guy.

How do we know
that Ducky didn't make a mistake?

- Tony?
- Ducky doesn't make mistakes.

Which means that what you saw
yesterday was, by definition, mistaken.

Look, even if he did die the day before,
it doesn't mean he wasn't involved.

Right? Tony?

She does have a valid point, Ziva.

We don't know
what his cause of death is.

For all we know,
he could have committed suicide.

Heh. A suicide bomber who
commits suicide before his bombing?

- I mean, that doesn't make any sense.
- No, it doesn't.

But it does raise an interesting point.

Imagine, if you will, ladies,
an assisted suicide

of a suicide bomber who suicided
before his suicide bombing.

Like how many chucks
would a woodchuck chuck

- if a woodchuck could chuck wo--?
- DiNozzo, what is wrong with you?

I am just trying to lighten the mood
of the room a little bit, boss.

I got a better way. Leave.

- And take her with you.
- That works for me.

- It works for me too, David.
- David.

Re-evaluate the crime scene.

Do not come back until
you figure out

how the guy she saw
got out before the explosion.

Are you getting soft on me,
Officer David?

Look, I know
what she's going through.

Sometimes you need to find something
or someone to focus your anger on.

It's your only relief.

Of course, the drawback is, you know,
that they tend to hate you for life.

If it helps her get through it,
I can live with that.

CASSIDY:
I don't know how you work with her.

- Well, I worked with you, didn't I?
- Funny.

What do you think Gibbs do
if I slapped her?

I'm more worried
about what she'd do.

- You know, Mossad assassin and all.
- You don't think I could take her?

Took you, didn't I?

Technically, you did put me down,

but I distinctly remember
the floor was slippery that day.

[BREATHING HEAVILY]

Okay, I'll do the left,
you do the right.

Okay.

You okay?

It's a little dusty in here.

Paula, you don't have to do this.

We both know that I do.

When did you start being so caring?

I have always been caring.

I come from a very caring family.

The DiNozzos, in fact,
are celebrated for their caringness.

Right.

Maybe I wasn't as caring once
as I am now.

What brought that on?

Or should I say who?

Well, you get older, you change.

What's her name?

Please tell me it's not Ziva.

- It's not Ziva.
- Good.

Her name is Jeanne.

Do you love her?

Yeah, I do, Paula.

Wow, you really mean that.

What's the problem?

[SIGHS]

I can't tell her.

Why can't you tell her, Tony?

It's just three simple little words:

I love you.

Whew. It's not so simple.

We were on this climbing wall
and she made a little bet.

First one to the top gets to say,
"I love you."

You lost on purpose.

No, I won.

And you didn't say it?

You know, Tony, it's a cliché,
but it is true.

Life is too short to not to tell someone
you love them if you do.

And you do.

ABBY: The NCIS tip line
received two calls on Sunday.

If Yazeed didn't make them,
one wonders who did.

Whoever set up Cassidy's team,
Abby.

Yeah, it's a rhetorical question,
McGee.

Just-- Just work with me here.

The NCIS phone logs show that

both calls came from
the same disposable cell phone.

- Are you gonna tell me who, Ab?
- Well, no.

But a third call was received by
the tip line on Friday, two days before.

It's an exact voice match
to the calls that came in on Sunday.

MAN: I must speak
with an NCIS Special Agent.

WOMAN: What is this regarding, sir?
MAN: About someone I work with.

- He is a--
WOMAN: He's what, sir?

MAN: I can't-- I can't talk now.
I'll call back.

[LINE DISCONNECTS]

This one, we can trace.

It was logged from a company
in Annandale, Virginia.

Kertek Computing. They make
software for disabled people.

- That's where Yazeed works.
- Worked, McGee.

Before he got himself
all "blowned" up.

Boss, if we can get samples
of their employees' voices,

we can match it to our caller.

That's good work, Abby.

Not bad yourself, Elf Lord.

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

MAN:
Yazeed is dead.

- You are sure of this?
- Very.

- How did this happen?
- Cause of death is being determined.

- So you believe he was murdered?
- What makes you think that?

Three federal agents in my office
may have something to do with it.

Mr. Abu Selom, what did Yazeed
do here at your company?

He was an instructor.

He taught several courses
on how to best utilise our software.

We're going to need to speak
to each one of your employees.

As well as check out Yazeed's office
and any computers he had access to.

- You have a warrant?
- I can get one soon enough.

Maybe you won't need one if
you just tell me

why Yazeed is dead, Agent Gibbs.

You watch the news lately?

ZIVA:
Yesterday, right around this time?

The policemen who were killed
by the suicide bomb?

They weren't police officers.
They were NCIS special agents.

- That's us.
- Yazeed Fahad, he was the bomber.

Oh, no. No.

[SIGHS]

You can talk to whoever you like.

[DOOR CLOSES]

Okay, let's try this a different way.

How many seconds
between our bad guy coming in here

and the explosion, Paula?

Maybe ten, 12 seconds.

Not a lot of time for our bad guy
to get out of here

before this place was turned
into the killing field.

It blew
once my team closed the door.

So where did he go?

There's no back door,
there's no side rooms.

I mean, how does a dirtbag
just vanish into thin air?

[DOOR CLOSES]

Gibbs is almost done
with the interviews. What about you?

Just finishing downloading
all the folders

Yazeed kept
on the company servers.

Any of them sound
like the voice on the tip line?

Not to my ears.
But Gibbs is recording them.

They don't seem very pleased
with us.

Gibbs tends to have that effect
on people.

MAN:
We develop--

Sorry, guys. None of these voices
match our caller.

Are you sure
that was every male employee?

All but one, Abby. Yazeed Fahad.

Who couldn't have made calls
because he was dead at the time.

- We don't have a voice sample of his.
ZIVA: Yes, we do.

This is one of his training DVDs.

ABBY: Are you guys ready
to give this a shot?

Thirty minutes ago, Abs.

We had to compress
the DVD audio

to match the quality of the original
phone calls to make an accurate--

Come on, McGee.
Will you just do it?

- We're doing it.
ABBY: Okay.

Yazeed's DVD audio is on the top
and the caller's is on the bottom.

We have eight key words
from each soundtrack.

If Ducky was right
about Yazeed's time of death--

This has been a whole lot of work
for nothing. Okay.

BOTH VOICES:
And-- Meet-- People-- Invisible--

Listen-- Close-- Suspect-- Back--

[COMPUTER BEEPING]

It's an exact match.
Yazeed made the phone calls.

But how is that possible?

I never thought I'd say this,
but Ducky was wrong.

Yazeed was still alive when Cassidy's
team walked into that building.

Evidence cannot tell you
two completely contradictory things

at the same time, McGee.

No, it can't.

- Except when it does.
- It doesn't make any sense.

Or perhaps you need a fresh pair
of eyes. What do you have so far?

ZIVA: Yazeed Fahad,
a former American sailor,

called our tip line
to warn of a pending terrorist attack.

Yazeed set the meet here, a building
with only one way of getting in and out.

Agents Hall and Nelson
followed him into the building.

Both of them died seconds later when
Yazeed activated his suicide vest.

According to Ducky,
he had been dead for a day.

- How can that be?
- Well, you can blow up a dead man.

True, but Abby has proof
Yazeed was talking to Cassidy

seconds before the explosion.

Someone mimicking his voice.

Audio forensics say
it's an exact match.

No other way out of the building?

No. We covered every inch of it.

He's like Schrödinger's cat.

Alive and dead at the same time.

Existing in a superposition.

It's quantum physics theory.

When faced with a situation like this,
the solution's obvious.

Well, one of them's wrong.

I was gonna use the term "mistaken,"
but yes.

So we have to choose
between Abby and Ducky?

I'd rather be McGee's cat.

So which one
are you leaning toward?

Neither. My money's on DiNozzo.

I let you down.

But I give you my word,
I'm gonna get this bastard.

TONY:
Who you talking to?

No one. Me.

TONY:
I got the goodies.

[GRUNTS]

Cigar, paper towel,

water and a candy bar.
That one's for you.

- Think I'd rather have the cigar.
- Well, I need it.

If there is a secret passageway
in here, I'm finding it.

How are you gonna do that?

Saw it in this old monster movie.

This guy was trying to
find his girlfriend

in some evil scientist's castle.

Now don't move too much. Or talk.

If there are any gaps in these walls,

then the air pressure should
suck some smoke through them.

DiNozzo, we check this wall.
It's solid brick.

You ever hear
of a secret passageway?

Well, this wall shares
with the building next to it.

How could there be a passageway?

Okay, Paula, a secret door, then.

All right, we're running out of daylight.
I'm gonna be in the car.

[BLOWS]

Special Agent Cassidy,

check this out.

[BLOWS]

Wow.

Mm-hm.

I'm gonna go get a pry bar
from the trunk.

Uh-huh. Ha-ha.

I can't believe that.

Believe it. A-ah.

[KNOCKING ON WALL]

[COUGHS]

Hmm.

[GRUNTING]

All right, DiNozzo,
it's time to get serious.

You're messing with a Buckeye.
You want it? I'll bring it.

I'm from Ohio.

One, two: Hah! Uhn!

[GROANS]

[WALL SLIDING]

I thought I'd just check it
from this side.

This thing is cool.

- Are you okay?
- It's an old college football injury.

[GROANS QUIETLY]

Wow.

[CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKING]

Huh.

[WALL SLIDES, BANGS LOUDLY]

That do close kind of fast, don't it?

It wouldn't be much of a secret door
if it stayed open long, now would it?

Tony, look.

The guy that I saw was wearing
mirrored shades this shape.

He probably dropped them
hauling ass from the explosion.

Congratulations. You did see him.

- Means you're not crazy.
- Not yet, at least.

DUCKY:
Ah. Mr. Palmer. Did you mana--?

GIBBS:
You wanna see us, Duck?

[EXHALES]

Did you pass Mr. Palmer
on your way down here?

- No.
DUCKY: I swear,

every time I turn my back
these days,

that young man
is running off somewhere.

You should try smacking him
in the back of the head.

It did wonders for DiNozzo
and McGee.

Oh, I did.
Mr. Palmer seemed to enjoy it.

Ha-ha. I'll remember that.

I apologise for the delay in determining
the exact cause of Yazeed's death,

but the bomb didn't leave us much
to work with.

Thankfully, his brain survived
relatively unscathed.

My first clue was the massive
accumulation of lactic acid in its cells.

This normally occurs when the brain
is forced to obtain energy

- by anaerobic glycolysis.
- Yeah, naturally, Duck.

I had a series of CAT scans done
to confirm my suspicions.

These dark areas show
the most brain damage,

all areas associated with rapid
and sudden loss of oxygen.

- He was suffocated.
- Yes.

You have enough left
to tell me how?

Oh, yes.

Yazeed was suffocated
with a silicone-based substance

that was forced into his mouth
and nose,

allowed to harden
and then removed.

Whoever did it was probably trying
to make a mask of his face.

- Abby says it's latex.
- Abby also says you're wrong.

So I've heard.

Only I'm afraid
it's the other way around.

This man was dead
long before his bomb went off.

I'd stake my career on it.

- You guys miss me today, Abs?
- Why? Where were you?

- Never mind.
- Of course, I did, Tony.

[GROANS]

Sorry. Are you okay?

Cassidy hit me.

If I'd punched him, Abby,
he wouldn't be standing.

- Whoa.
- Never lie to a woman,

Anthony DiNozzo.

TONY:
What do we got, McGeekle?

Well, Ducky is still saying that Yazeed
was dead when the bomb went off

and Abby is saying he was alive.

- What did Gibbs say?
- Where the hell you been, DiNozzo?

Solving the mystery
of the vanishing dirtbag, boss.

- Yeah, well, it took you long enough.
- He found a secret passageway

into the store next to it.
It was actually quite impressive.

Turns out both places were part
of a magic joke shop

- that closed down about 20 years ago.
- So I was right.

You didn't see Yazeed
enter the building.

Thank you for pointing that out,

- Officer David.
- David!

But now we know
we're looking for another man

and we're hoping, praying
that you can pull a print off that.

[DRAMATICALLY]
if there is a print, if there is a fibre,

if there is a drop of dried sweat,
I will find it.

Not bad.

TONY:
Hey, uh, boss?

I've got a question for you.

That thing you said yesterday.

We were really supposed to have the
weekend duty Cassidy's team took?

GIBBS: Yup.
- How did we get out of that?

[ELEVATOR BELL DINGS]

I asked.

So that really could have been us.

It could have been us
every single damn day of the week.

Sometimes it has been.

You wanna worry about something,
worry about tomorrow.

[GUN CLICKING]

Going off to war, gunny?

- You trying to get rid of me?
- I haven't decided yet.

Well, while you're thinking about it,

why don't we pound down
some of that chow?

Ha. Spoken like a true Marine.

I heard what happened.

Anything I can do?

Yeah, chopsticks?

Anything else?

Soy sauce.

You're not gonna talk about it,
are you?

Nope.

Got it.

Mm.

[CHUCKLES]

I had a very good time
at the batting cage.

Yeah, it was fun.

We should do that again sometime.

Yeah, we should.

Too bad our schedules
are polar opposite.

Must be a CIDINCIS thing.

Well, someone's gotta keep
the wolf away from the door.

That's why I've been thinking.

Coming up on my 20-year mark
next month.

- Congratulations.
- Yeah.

You're right in the zone
for full-bird colonel.

I'm thinking about retiring, Jethro.

Settling down, you know, making
some time for the people in my life.

[SIGHS]

So, what do you think?

- Where's Gibbs?
- We found him.

- Who?
- That dirtbag

who took my team
into that slaughterhouse.

ABBY:
Gibbs, Gibbs, Gibbs.

We got a fingerprint match
off the mirrored sunglass lens

that Cassidy and Tony found.

Salman Umar. We interviewed him
yesterday at Kertek Computing.

ABBY: I've got two fulls, a right index
and a forefinger,

and I got a partial on the left thumb.

I also found his home address and
a couple of his uncles that lived in...

Be safe.

GIBBS:
Low and slow, McGee.

Take the rear exit.
And don't spook him.

We take him alive. Find out
if he's working with anybody else.

I don't get an answer from you,
Cassidy,

- I'll take your weapon from you.
- Alive, alive. I got it, I got it.

SELOM: Oh, Special Agent Gibbs.
Has there been some development?

I need to ask your employees
a few more questions.

You already cost me
a full day's work yesterday.

[DOOR OPENS]

Damn it.
NCIS, everybody get down!

ZIVA:
On the floor, now!

[GRUNTS, EMPLO YEES YELLING]

[GRUNTING]

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

[CASSIDY EXHALES]

ZIVA:
We had no choice, Gibbs.

If we had not acted,
he would have shot someone.

We had a choice.
I could have left her back at NCIS.

[SIGHS]

GIBBS:
He was carrying this.

- I wanna know why.
McGEE: Yup.

It's Arabic. Read it.

"A covenant from Mecca, sponsored
by the Muslim Coalition for Peace.

The flyer for the conference
on Friday."

- Think he was planning on attending?
- I doubt that, Officer David.

Umar was quite vocal
about his feeling toward Shiites.

He used to argue quite a bit
with Yazeed

on how they were destroying Iraq.

It would have been nice
to have known that yesterday.

People have a right to their
own opinions, Agent Gibbs.

His were usually ignorant
and coloured by his own prejudice.

- Still, I can't believe that he would--
- That he would kill over them?

MAN'S VOICE [OVER COMPUTER]:
Apple-- Toast--

Boss, you should see this.

Pig-- Giraffe--

Yankee-- White--

Is it me or does this
sound like Yazeed Fahad's voice?

- Turn it up.
- Holland--

Black-- Display--
Results-- Oriented--

What the hell kind of programme
is that, McGee?

V.S. 12. It's still in development.
It's a vocal simulation.

It allows disabled people
who can't talk

to converse in
a natural-sounding voice.

Like Stephen Hawking. You type
and the computer says the words.

SELOM: Yes, but ours uses
a 3-D model of the vocal chords

to resonate cavities in the head
creating a lifelike sound.

Umar was our main programmer.

Would explain how Yazeed was
making phone calls from the dead.

SELOM: But I don't see
how he could have done it.

It would have required a CAT scan
of Yazeed's throat and mouth.

ABBY: For a terrorist whack job,
Umar is an amazing programmer.

Amazing enough to fool me.

This re-creates
Yazeed's voice flawlessly.

YAZEED: Now you know
why you found traces of latex

- in my throat and mouth, Abby.
- Why, yes, I do, Yazeed.

What about you, Tony?

And I like your shirt, by the way.
It's sexy.

Thanks, it's from the
George Peppard collection, Ab.

Abby.

- Sorry.
- Sorry.

Umar didn't need a CAT scan
for Yazeed.

He poured hot latex down his throat
and cast a mould.

Eww.

All he had to do was laser-scan it
into his computer,

input the results into the programme.

Mystery solved.

Umar was who you heard
type-talking on the phone, Paula.

The guy that I saw was not carrying
a laptop and typing.

- I would have definitely noticed that.
- Means he wasn't working alone.

Hey, Gibbs. Why no Caf-Pow!?

[TYPING]

I'll shut up now.

Your team was set up,
but they weren't the target.

Yazeed was. They were trying to stop
his Sunni-Shia peace conference.

By turning him into
a suicide bomber?

It almost worked, Paula.

But luckily for us,
Yazeed lost his head, literally.

We don't know that it didn't work.

At this point,
who's gonna show up to this?

Oh, you'd be surprised, Cassidy.

We're not the only ones
who refuse to bow down to terrorism.

McGEE: They going ahead
with the conference?

Now that we've cleared Yazeed.

But we only got one of them.
What if somebody else tries to stop it?

We kill them, Abby.

We catch them.
That's the preferred term.

I like hers better.

If there are still any holdouts,

I will personally call and offer
reassurances that Yazeed Fahad

was the victim of a terrorist bombing
and not the perpetrator.

I'm sure reassurance from you will
encourage people to attend, director.

This incident has only strengthened
our resolve.

And made your peace conference
a major target.

All the more reason for us
not to back down, Agent Gibbs.

That's why we're going to help.

I have contacted the FBI
and Metro Police

and they've agreed to increase security
at your conference.

I will also be assigning agents for
close protection of the senior clerics

- that will be attending the event.
- Bodyguards?

Where they go, we go.

Yazeed always spoke highly
of his time in your Navy.

- Now I can see why.
- We are in your debt.

If your event lessens
or ends the insurgency in Iraq,

it is us who are in your debt,
gentlemen.

Thank you for your support, director.

Thank you.

ZIVA: Sheik Abu Talid Yusef,
the senior Sunni cleric in attendance.

He's yours for the day, Tony.

Sheik Ali Bashir,
the senior Shia cleric, is Cassidy's.

And the most senior cleric
at the conference

- is Imam Abdul Al-Maliki.
GIBBS: He's mine.

Ziva floats between all three,
depending on the situation.

The quickest way to stop
the conference

is to target one of these men.

- We're not gonna let that happen.
- Boss, what about me?

Yeah, right. I almost forgot.

Names of everyone attending.
Run them down.

Look for any links
to terrorist groups.

Uh-- It looks to be
over 300 names here

and the conference
starts in six hours.

Yeah, well, why are you
still standing there, McGee?

- Right.
ZIVA: We pick them up at their hotels

one hour before?

No. A little change of plans.
We pick them up now for a field trip.

They wanna hold a ceremony
for Yazeed and Cassidy's team.

What kind of ceremony?

- Memorial.
- Where?

Where they died.

[CASSIDY SIGHS]

Well, I've never been much
for praying,

but after this, I'm...

Hall and Nelson were good men.

They were the best.

[SIGHS]

- I could have saved them.
- Paula, that's not true.

I could have turned down
the weekend duty.

There's just no way we should have
had it two weeks in a row.

It was supposed to be us.

Us what?

It was our team
that was supposed to take it.

[SIGHS]

Mm. I mean, it doesn't matter.
Nothing does.

I was supposed to be in here.

I know it.

But here I am.

[WALL SLIDING]

Hah!

Very clever. This side is clear.

[WALL BANGS LOUDLY]

I didn't think anything
could make you jump.

That was merely a reflex.

In America, we call that jumping.

In Mossad, we call that the difference
between life and death.

I'm just-- I'm gonna let Gibbs know
that we're clear over there.

- Is something wrong?
- It was supposed to be us.

But it wasn't.

No, not this time.

Abs, hey. You wanted to see me?

I really need your help with this,
McGee.

Gibbs has me running down
the names of over 300 people

- attending a conference-
- Now, McGee.

Okay, we know that
whoever was helping Umar

was using that computer
to re-create Yazeed's voice.

I know. I'm the one
who found the programme.

So his fingerprints could be
on this keyboard,

but the problem is
so are everybody else's,

whoever typed on this thing,

and they're all mashed
on top of each other. Look.

- So you're hand-tracing them?
- I'm isolating the J and the F key

because that's where you'd park your
fingers when you're waiting to type.

- Okay, what do you need me to do?
- I just-- I need you to look at this.

I need you to check my work

because I'm getting dizzy
from staring at it for so long.

Okay.

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

TONY: How long is this
supposed to take, boss?

Longer than if you helped them set up,
DiNozzo.

When this thing starts,
I want you out front, Ziva.

What about me?

I didn't bring you here for security.

Look, I know I screwed up
at Kertek Computers,

- but I'm--
- Say a prayer for your team, Cassidy.

We'll take the heavy lifting
on this one.

Green one's definitely Umar.
The other two are less defined.

Probably gonna take a while for--

You were saying, McGee?

How did you get three
potential matches so fast?

Because these fingerprints were taken
from the first crime scene.

[TYPING]

Looks like it was someone who
was helping Yazeed paint the place.

[DIALLING]

[SPEAKS IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE]

ABDUL:
This was Yazeed's dream,

to show the world that these
terrorist groups do not speak for us.

We thank you for making it a reality.

[CELL PHONE RINGS]

Well, at least something good
is gonna come from all of this.

Yeah, Gibbs.

McGEE [OVER PHONE]: Boss, either
Abdul or Jamal is a perfect match.

- Hands on top of your head.
- Boss?

It's one of them. The prints found on
Umar's laptop match the painting gear.

What laptop?

GIBBS: Where's Jamal Malik?
- He was here a minute ago.

GIBBS:
Ziva, it's Malik. Find him.

[WALL SLIDING]

Behind you.

Paula! Uhn!

[SHOUTS IN ARABIC]

[DEVICE BEEPING]

[EXPLOSION]

[RUMBLING]

[BREATHING HEAVILY]

[DOOR UNLOCKING]

I love you, Jeanne.

[SNIFFLES]