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With rush hour traffic, you're going
to be late for your meeting.

Yeah, yeah.

Where is he?

It's coming from over there!

NCIS Season 8 Episode 07
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Look what was waiting for me
when I got home last night.

Your passport?

My United States of
America passport.

Ziva, congratulations.

God, that's great.
Can I peek?

Yeah.

See, that is unfair.

No one's passport picture
should look this good.

You think?

Yeah. I mean, where'd you have it taken,
a photo studio?

No. A booth at the Post Office.

Look what Ziva got.

Congratulations.
I'll alert the media.

You're in a great mood.

You know, I was.

Until I woke up this morning
and saw that my father called.

What did he want?

I don't know.

- I haven't called him back yet.
- Maybe he needs something.

That's a given.
He called at 4:30 a.m.

I was having such a good week.

When was the last time
you heard from him?

I don't know.
Couple months ago.

- Where we going, boss?
- U.S. Naval Academy, Annapolis.

Looks like they went through
his pockets.

Wonder what they were trying to find.
They didn't take watch or cell phone.

Make a note, would you,
to have Abby check for trace evidence?

Yeah, thanks for that, Tony.
I would have done it anyway.

Hey, guys!

Someone's going to have
to go through this.

This is disgusting.

Last time I checked,
I was senior field agent.

It's too bad we don't have
a probationary agent with us.

- But we do!
- We do!

You're going to pull rank on me?

I got a call from Woody.

Woke me up before dawn this morning.

Very cryptic.

- What do you mean?
- Said he wanted to show me something.

Asked me to meet him here.

But it was like he thought
he was being bugged.

He just said,
"At the exact spot we first met."

- Here in front of Fowler Hall?
- Yeah.

We were plebes together.
Met right here,

I-Day, 1973.

You have no idea
what he meant by that?

No. None.

I haven't spoken to him
in two or three years.

After he retired from the Navy,
he went to work in the private sector.

What's your assignment,
Admiral Chase?

Are you asking me because you want
to know if Iverson was coming to see me

about something personal or my job?

I asked you what
your assignment was, sir.

I don't think this is
the place for that discussion.

I'm overdue at the Pentagon.

I'll get in touch with
NCIS this afternoon.

Everything okay, Boss?

Find out what exactly

Admiral Chase does do
at the Pentagon.

- Got it.
- What you got, Duck?

At this point, I can only estimate
the time of death as early this morning.

And there are no
definitive signs of cause.

I did note a foreign substance

beneath the nail
of his right forefinger.

Analysis to follow.

Can't you just sense
the esprit de corps?

You might be interested to know
that your college here in Annapolis

was founded in 1845.

That's almost 20 years before
its British equivalent

in Dartmouth in Devonshire.

Yeah, my father wanted me to attend
the Britannia Royal Naval College,

but I had other ideas. I...

Sorry, Duck.
Sorry, Duck.

Vice Admiral C. Clifford Chase
is part of the E-ring.

He's the deputy director of operations
for the Joint Chiefs of Staff.

Woodrow Wilson Iverson
retired from the Navy

with the rank
of commander 18 years ago

to join Royce Global Group,

international mining
and shipping company.

It was founded by the legendary
business titan Jonathon Royce.

He's become sort of like
a Howard Hughes recluse since

the death of his son in a racing
accident at Le Mans four years ago.

Hasn't been seen in public
since the funeral, and rumor is,

he's holed up
in a chalet in Gstaad, Switzerland.

His sole remaining heir is his daughter
Rachel, who lives in Bridgehampton.

Iverson left from Geneva
International aboard a Royce jet,

and passed through Dulles customs
at 3:12 a.m. this morning.

Plane's manifest shows
a crew of three and

four passengers.

Names?

You okay, McGee?

I am fine.

I'm fine.

Sorry, Boss.

This is security video
taken at the executive terminal.

Theo Gaston, Swiss national,

corporate head of security.

Dan Mayfield, C.O.O.,
and Royce's right-hand man.

That is Woody Iverson, our victim.

That...

looks like your father.

- It can't be.
- Oh, it is.

Manifest reads, "Anthony D.
DiNozzo, Sr., New York, New York."

Passengers Mayfield
and Gaston are on the way in.

My father's not answering.
I got voicemail again.

Track his cell, McGee.

Why didn't I take
his call this morning?

I'm sure he's all right, Tony.

He looked fine
getting off the plane.

So did the guy in front of him, and
he ended up dead, crammed in a dumpster.

Slow down, DiNozzo.

All right, I got a hit.

15100 1st Street, Northeast.

Mid-Atlantic Trailways bus station.

This is worse than I thought.

My father...

at a bus station?

On it.

Thank you.

Woody Iverson and I started working for
Jonathon Royce about the same time.

18 years ago.

Why was Iverson in Washington,

Mr. Mayfield?

We flew in for
the annual Royce Summit.

It's
an international trade symposium

Jonathon initiated ten years ago.

Is he here?

No, no. He doesn't attend anymore.

But it is a sought-after
invitation from industrial buyers.

They come, they meet,
exchange ideas.

Deals are made.

Either one of you have any idea

where Iverson was going
after he left the airport?

No idea.

We had a limo
to take us into town, but

Woody said he had something
to do and would take a cab.

There was another passenger
on the plane he left with.

He might know.

Anthony DiNozzo?

They shared a cab.

What's...

What's Mr. DiNozzo's
connection to Royce Global?

He and Jonathon go way back.

They met in Gstaad years ago.

They gambled, skied,
chased women together.

DiNozzo was hanging around
the corporate terminal in Geneva,

looking for a ride.

I checked with Jonathon.
He said it was fine.

So, the last time you saw Iverson,
he was with DiNozzo?

Yes, sir.

There he is, Tony.
Thank God he's all right.

Give me a second.

This is unbelievable.

- What are you doing here?
- In Washington?

At a bus station.

Why didn't you answer my call?

Well, you did call me in the middle
of the night, and I did return it.

When?

Half an hour ago.

Blocked I.D.

You know I don't
accept blocked calls.

How'd you find me?

I'm a federal agent, Dad.

That doesn't give you
a right to violate my privacy.

What else do you know?

I know you arrived this morning
on a Royce Global private jet

around 3:00 a.m.

You keeping tabs on me, Junior?

I'm investigating a murder, Dad.

Murder?

Woody Iverson.

What happened?

We need you to come
down to the Navy Yard.

Is that Ziva?

Junior, get my bag.

Look at you.

What do you say, sweetheart?

Watch the hands.

I'm so happy to see you.

Let's go!

Here we are again, Agent Gibbs.

I was shocked to hear
about Woody Iverson.

- How long have you known him?
- About 24 hours.

Met him in Geneva at the airport.

Right.

You hitched a ride on the Royce jet.

I confess.

I am a plane whore.

I hate to fly commercial.

Ever fly in a G5?

It is a whole different world.

Did you talk
to Iverson on the flight?

Mayfield and I played gin,
drank 30-year-old scotch.

I took him for a hundred bucks.

Iverson sat by himself.

So he never spoke to anyone?

Briefly, about the summit
that they were flying in for.

Mayfield invited me to the opening night
reception at Jonathon Royce's mansion.

- Are you going?
- No, I think he was just being polite

because of my relationship
with Jonathon.

Did you see Royce
while you were in Switzerland?

Not for years.

He doesn't talk to anybody.

We through?

You never talked
to Iverson on the plane...

but you did share
a cab into the city?

I'm beginning to feel like
a suspect.

I don't expect special treatment
because I'm Junior's father,

and I accept that you and I
will never be friends, Gibbs...

but I don't like your tone.

You were the last person
to see Iverson alive.

How I feel about you personally,

it's irrelevant.

This is a murder investigation,

and I'll follow it
wherever it leads.

Iverson was taking a taxi into town.

I asked him if I could share a ride.
He dropped me at the Adams House.

He never mentioned where
he was going from there.

Yeah, it's Gibbs.

I'll be right there.

- What?
- He's lying.

He never registered
at the Adams House. I checked.

What is he up to?

Woody Iverson was a friend.

I have reason to believe
that his death

may have
national security implications.

We have to make sure that you have
the correct personnel on this case.

Gibbs and his team can
definitely handle it.

Come in.

Admiral Chase has some
information for us.

Yes.

When I got back to the Pentagon,
I conferred with my officers...

At the Joint Chiefs?

Our analysts use Echelon

to electronically intercept the words
"Iverson" and "Royce Global".

They picked up chatter regarding
Royce's summit tomorrow in DC.

Seems to be a great deal of interest
from international arms dealers

who haven't attended in past years.

Royce made his billions in
shipping and mining, not arms.

Maybe we should notify NSA.

I'll brief them.
We have to act quickly.

Surveilling this conference
is gonna be difficult.

It's civilian.

It's heavily secured.

The guest list is highly restricted.

Excuse me.

But you just got here.
Don't you want to stay a couple of days?

You could have
some quality time with Tony.

I'd love to, Abby, but...

I have to get back to New York.
I've been away too long.

We barely got to see you.

We were kind of hoping
to hear your version

of why Junior got expelled
from boarding school.

In your wildest dreams.
Let's go, Dad.

What's the matter with you, Junior?

Relax.

Hey, DiNozzo, hold on a minute.

Don't move.

Stay.

- Yeah, Boss?
- Where's your dad going?

- New York.
- No.

No, not yet.

We need him.

To get us into the reception.

I'll wait.

Using my father is a very bad idea.

No other option, DiNozzo.

You don't know him like I do.
It can lead to nothing but trouble.

Summit starts tomorrow night.

He's our entr�e.

But please,
he can't stay at my place.

Thanks, Donald.

We got lucky.

- What do you mean?
- Well, this town is booked.

There's not
a decent hotel room to be found.

But I used my influence
on Donald, the concierge

at the Adams House,

and got the last room available.

What floor?

Penthouse.

You see? Who do you think's gonna pay
for that? Not him.

Call the cashier.

Get a purchase order
to cover the cost.

But...

Isn't 310 a Los Angeles area code?

Yep. Why?

The last entry Iverson made
on the notepad in his cell phone

was at 4:42 a.m.

That was about 20 minutes after the cab
dropped Tony's father off at the hotel.

This looks like a phone number.

310-555-0142.

All the billions and billions

of binary possibilities,
all those little ones and zeros

being compared,
and now the DNA search is complete.

- Drat!
- What's wrong?

Ducky found DNA underneath
the victim's fingernails,

and I ran it through CODIS.

Tony's father?

McGee, that's not funny.

- I was just kidding.
- No, I didn't get a match.

So now I have to expand
the search to all the international

databases, and it's going to take me

forever.

I just think Tony
is too judgmental of his father.

Well, Abs, Tony didn't have
a normal childhood.

I mean, Senior wasn't exactly
Cliff Huxtable.

No, I know, but Mr. D's...

getting older now... I think he's trying
to make up for his mistakes.

Tony's lucky...

he still has a father.

I wish mine were alive.

I would forgive him for anything.

That's strange.

What?

I'm getting
a low-level radiation reading

off the victim's pocket,
but there's nothing here.

Color me confused.

Yeah, color me, too.

I just Googled the 310 number,

got the home page of
a Beverly Hills wellness center.

They specialize in colonics
and herbal enemas.

Looking for me?

Went down to the spa.
Steam and a massage.

Needed it.

Never used to get jet lag.

I wasn't expecting
any guests tonight.

Checking up on me?

I wanted to talk to you

without your son
being on the other side of the glass.

Have a seat.

No.
I'm not going to be here that long.

Tony thinks that it's a mistake

to involve you
in an NCIS investigation.

What do you think?

I think I'm sticking my neck out.

But I wanted to look you in the eye

and see if I'm wrong.

And?

And I think you're...

just enough of a con man
to be able to pull it off.

That is a strange thing to say

to someone
you're asking to do you a favor.

Are you enjoying yourself,
Mr. DiNozzo?

I have a certain kind of lifestyle.

You can cut the act.
I know you're broke.

Why do you and Junior believe that?

Did Tony talk to you
about your money problem?

His actions speak louder
than his lack of words.

Last year when I stayed here,

Junior picked up my hotel bill,

paid for my flight to Monte Carlo.

He wanted me to believe
it was a gift

from Prince Omar Ibn Alwaan.

Is this some sort of game
you two play?

Have you ever

just been honest with each other?

There may be things
that I haven't told my son...

but I have never lied to him.

You probably
won't believe this, Gibbs,

but I'm starting to like you.

You're not afraid
to say what you think.

Champagne?

As Bogey said in Casablanca,

"This could be the beginning
of a beautiful friendship."

I do not understand.

Yesterday morning, you were
upset that your father called. Now,

you're upset that he did not want to go
to dinner with you last night.

- He gave me a lame excuse.
- What?

He said he'd already eaten
and he wanted to turn in early.

Your father flew
all the way from Europe.

I can understand that he is tired.

"Tired" is not a word
in his vocabulary.

Wonderful. Thanks very much.

Boss, I got something.

Figure out why Iverson was calling for
a colonic in the middle of the night?

He wasn't.

It didn't make sense.

If it was a phone number, he would have
kept it in the contact list,

- not in the notepad.
- So why did he?

To make a notation
so he could remember something.

- What?
- The cab that he was riding in.

The last seven digits turn out to be
the phone number

for the Downtown DC Taxi Company.

The 310 is a reference to the cab
he was in, not an area code.

Why would Iverson make a note
of the cab number?

Whoever killed Iverson went through
his pockets, looking for something.

Maybe Iverson hid whatever
it was in the vehicle.

I've called the dispatcher, talked to
the cabbie, they're bringing the taxi.

The cabbie said that Iverson
was acting "very hinky".

Kept looking out the back window.

I got something.

This was wedged between the cushion
and the seat-back.

"MK-15".

It's got a serial number.

It's beta particles and gamma rays.

Almost identical to what I found
in the victim's pocket.

Why is this radioactive?

When in doubt, try the Internet.

Hydrogen bomb?

"March 10, 1956,

"a B-47 carrying a Mark-15 warhead

"bearing the serial number 47787

"disappeared during
a scheduled air-to-air

"refueling over
the Mediterranean Sea.

"After becoming lost
in a thick cloud bank,

the plane was never heard from."

"Its wreckage, including

"the 3.4 megaton

hydrogen bomb, was never found."

Boss, this is about
a lost nuclear weapon.

A broken arrow.

3.4 megatons?

That's a hundred times more powerful
than the bomb dropped on Hiroshima.

If they got the plate,
then they found the bomb.

And the nuclear material.

That's what
Woody Iverson wanted to show me?

We think he was being followed
and hid it in the cab.

We've sent the plate
to NMCC for verification.

It's definitely the Mark-15
that went missing 54 years ago.

Well, that much time underwater,
the bomb is inoperable. But the...

the nuclear material has a half-life

of several million years.

We've always feared terrorists
getting their hands on a nuke.

It's the first broken arrow
that's come back to haunt us.

Gentlemen, this situation's gotten a lot
bigger than a homicide investigation.

We'll take it from here.

I've already spoken to SecNav.

This is an NCIS investigation.

Do I need to remind you
why we're a civilian-run agency?

With all due respect, Admiral,
those stars on your shoulder

don't carry much weight
in this building.

Sir, if you want to be briefed
on where we are so far,

what we know, you're welcome to stay.
That's up to you.

Royce Group is deeply involved
in underwater mining.

Their vessel, the Global Seeker,

is purportedly in the Mediterranean,

exploring the ocean floor
for "polymetallic nodules".

They could've stumbled on the wreckage,
found it while they were dredging.

Why didn't they contact
the U.S. government?

Iverson was looking for you.

Someone stopped him.

Royce has some questions to answer.

We don't know
how involved Royce is anymore.

No one has seen him
or heard from him in four years.

We think his C.O.O.,
Dan Mayfield, runs the show.

Are you going to bring
this Mayfield in?

No. Not yet.
That's all conjecture, Admiral.

If they've recovered the nuke,
we don't want to spook them.

Your intel people received chatter
about the Royce Summit, right?

We're going to infiltrate
that opening-night reception.

Royce's mansion was
extensively renovated in 2002.

I got the blueprints
from the city engineer.

During the summit, Mayfield,

holds his private meetings here,
in the study.

That's where
we should plant the bug.

Theo Gaston, head of security,

is supplementing his staff
with local hires.

I've been unable
to obtain the guest list,

but, there is a video security system
in the house connected to the Internet.

- I can hack into it.
- I've got faith in you. The van ready?

- Still got some equipment to load.
- Good. Go, go.

- What?
- Using my father is a mistake.

- I've heard that before.
- He's untrained.

He won't know what to look for.
He can work a room,

and he's a charmer,
but we both know this is different.

He's not going in alone.

He's being accompanied by an agent.

This is a bad idea.

I mean, I know where you're going,
and he and I don't work well together.

Oil and water.

I got another agent in mind.

One who speaks a bunch of languages
and looks a lot better in a dress.

You're going with my father?

This is crazy!

Your father doesn't think so.
He sent me flowers.

DiNozzo,
you're so worried about your father,

then go to the hotel and check on him.
Make sure he's ready.

That's what I'll do.

- What, Fred?
- I have a problem.

Anthony DiNozzo, Sr.

is not only staying
in a $1,500-a-night suite,

he's also running up a huge tab.

Spa treatment, manicure,

room service, French champagne,
and I just got

a call, he's ordered
a limousine for tonight.

Guess you haven't got the bill
for the flowers yet?

Just a little less break
in the front.

Junior.

What do you think?

You look great.
Could you excuse us?

- Certainly.
- Just a moment, Vincent.

Thanks.

Gosh.

Are you out of your mind?

You don't bring a personal
tailor up to your room.

Dad, come on! This is a...

That's soft.

Pure cashmere.

100% virgin.

You rented a cashmere tuxedo?

No, bought it.

At least, NCIS did.

You're out of control.

Are you here to brief me
on tonight's op?

You think you're James Bond, don't you?
Dad, there is no "op".

Your job is to get Ziva

into the party so she can plant the bug.
That's it.

- Then you stay out of her way. Get it?
- Got it.

Good!

What is your current relationship
with her?

We're coworkers. We don't have
a relationship. It's strictly business.

Then you won't mind
if I make my move,

if the opportunity presents itself?

- What?
- Please. I beg you.

Don't embarrass me.

Cause of death
was cervical dislocation.

All indications were
that it was barehanded.

C-1 and C-2 were dislocated,
causing immediate asphyxia.

- Why aren't you getting ready?
- I got something on Dan Mayfield.

I'll leave you two
to your detective work.

I have two tickets
to the Norman Rockwell exhibit

at the Smithsonian.

No matter.

Who's that?

Rachel Royce.

His daughter.

And not a fan of Dan Mayfield.

- What'd you find out?
- A month ago, she filed a lawsuit

in a Swiss court.

Her complaint is that Mayfield

has unlawfully denied access
to her father.

Rachel Royce claims
that she has not seen him

in four years or spoken
to him in three.

That's not nice.

No, it's not nice.
She blames Mayfield,

and not her brother's tragic death,

for making Royce a recluse.

I've got calls
in to Rachel and her lawyer.

If she's Royce's sole beneficiary,

then Mayfield's gonna be looking
for work as soon as Royce dies.

I do hope
he's got a good retirement plan.

That's good work.
Now, get going.

Go.
Come on. Show time.

Nutter Butter.

This is surreal.

I feel like I'm in a James Bond movie
directed by Fellini.

On a stakeout,
watching my father and Ziva

go undercover
while you munch on a Nutter Butter.

We're approaching the house.

All right, Ziva.
We read you loud and clear.

You look ravishing.

There it is!

This is the beginning
of the end of my career.

Getting a solid image
off the spy-cam brooch.

There's Dan Mayfield.

Come on.
I'll introduce you to him.

That the Royce vessel?

In the Mediterranean.
Real time satellite image.

It's 100 miles southwest of Corsica.

It's 0300 there.

Supposedly looking for minerals.

It's 200 miles from where the military
lost radio contact

with the B-47, back in 1956.

Explain why the search parties
never found the wreckage.

- They were looking in the wrong place.
- I've notified the Joint Chiefs.

Several ships from the Sixth Fleet
have been put on alert.

The Mark-15 weighs 7,600 pounds.

Our analyst tells us
that that ship's not equipped

to lift anything
that heavy off the sea floor.

They've got a submersible.
They could have used it

to remove the serial plate
to verify their find.

We think they're waiting
for the equipment necessary

to raise that bomb to arrive.

How's this going?

Mayfield's list
justified our suspicions.

We've already identified
four international arms dealers.

Our people are in the middle.

Who is this?

Got her, Ziva.

Name is Julie Merriweather.

President of Merriweather Associates.
It's a Beltway PR firm.

So, you actually live in New York?

It's my base.

Ziva, who's that in the corner?

Would you excuse me?

Okay, darling.
I'll be right here.

Tony, I think you just got a glimpse
of your next stepmother.

That's very funny.

What's your relationship
with Sophia?

We don't have a relationship.

It's strictly business.

Ziva, try to get a clear view.

Mayfield's blocking him.
Move to your left, Ziva.

Good, good.

Great. Got him.

Agah Bayar.

Turkish arms dealer.

He's on the Interpol's watch list.

Tomorrow,
when the others break into groups,

we will get a chance to talk alone.

Sure.

She's very beautiful, isn't she?

She is.

She's with an old acquaintance
of Jonathon Royce.

Great party.

You know who she is.

Don't you?

Her name's Sophia.

I believe her name's Ziva.

She's the daughter of Eli David,

Director of the Israeli Mossad.

It is known that she is now...

a U.S. federal agent.

Are you sure?

Push in.

What's this all about?

Doesn't look good.

Ziva, give me a 20 on Gaston.

He's not in the room.

While I'm interested
in your proposition,

I'm not interested in spending
the rest of my life

in an American prison.

Good-bye.

Bayar's on the move.

Keep smiling, Ziva.

I'm telling you, I don't like this.

What's going on?

What do you got, Abs?

Do you have any idea how hard it is
to run an international DNA search?

Interpol has 179 member states,

all of which need answers
to their inquiries immediately.

Remember Fiona,

the genetic scientist from Liechtenstein
I became pen pals with?

- Her cousin works for Interpol.
- I remember.

He ran the DNA from underneath
our victim's fingernails for me.

Got a hit.
Theo Gaston, head of Royce's security.

He used to be
a Swiss Grenadier, and...

he taught hand-to-hand combat
for the elite special forces.

What's going on?

Get your father out of the house.

Tell Ziva to keep Gaston
under surveillance.

We got DNA evidence
that ties him to the murder.

Gaston takes
his orders from Mayfield.

We got enough to bring them both in.

- Ziva, pull out.
- Just a few more minutes.

I have not planted the bug yet.

Get my father out of there!

He is fine, Tony.

Gibbs' order.

Gaston's the killer.

We're leaving.

Not yet.

The president
of the World Bank just arrived.

The chance of a lifetime.
I'll only need a few minutes with him.

This is not a request,
it is an order. Move.

The World Bank.

How's the finance world?

Dad, shut up.

Going somewhere, Agent David?

Great party.

Really appreciate the invite and...

the plane ride, but...

I'm not feeling too well.

- Just get out of there.
- Maybe...

I had a little too much to drink.

We're on the move.

Does Agent David carry a weapon?

She is a weapon.

I need you both to come with me.

We're leaving.

You're going to have to go
through me, Dan.

What are you going to do, old man?

Junior!

Can I borrow your handcuffs?

Come on!

In the Mediterranean Sea,
off the coast of Corsica,

ships of the U.S. Sixth Fleet
have come to the aid

of the Global Seeker,

a deep-sea mining vessel
owned by the reclusive billionaire

Jonathon Royce.

The Navy has responded
to a distress call

from the captain.

Media's going with the cover story.

Our agents found documents
on the ship

confirming Mayfield
had knowledge of the bomb.

- Is he talking?
- Sure.

He's not copping to a murder yet.

Threw his security chief
underneath the bus, claims that

he told Gaston only
to follow Iverson, not kill him.

They were afraid he was going
to talk to Admiral Chase.

Authorities in Switzerland
gained access to the chalet.

They found Jonathon Royce
comatose, on life support.

The attending physician
wanted to pull the plug months ago,

but was ordered by Dan Mayfield
to keep Royce alive.

It makes sense.

Mayfield knew that if Royce dies,

he's out of a job.

Selling the nuke was going to be
his golden parachute.

Director,

gentlemen, I have a serious problem
with Anthony DiNozzo.

- What?
- He's absolutely out of control.

- Senior.
- In the last two days,

he's run up nearly $9,000
in expenses.

- What do you suggest I do?
- Pay 'em. He's worth every penny.

What exactly did he do?

That's classified.

See you later, Fred.

So, are you actually
leaving this time?

I have to, Abby.

I asked the director about joining
the agency,

but apparently,
there's an age limit.

But he did give me a cap.

It looks great on you.

Good-bye.

Right behind you, Dad.

I'd appreciate
if you didn't call me Junior at work.

I'll just get my stuff.

Wait a second.

You're taking the tux?

What's NCIS going to do with it?

What is it, Junior?

You've been acting strange all day.

Something
I got to talk to you about.

Are you all right?

You're not sick, are you?

Listen...

Can we sit?

This is serious, isn't it?

Look, I don't want to make it
any bigger than it is, but you know...

You can't judge a book by its cover,

and things are, you know...

aren't always
what they appear to be,

but...

This is about me being broke?

This is not a big deal.

It's happened before.

When you were in your second year
at boarding school,

I filed for bankruptcy.

I'll bounce back.
I always do.

You knew about it last year
when you bought me

the ticket to Monte Carlo.

How did you find out about that?

When I caught up with Prince Al.

He didn't know anything about it.

You didn't say anything.

I appreciate it.

Dad...

I didn't know what to say.

We're DiNozzos.

We don't communicate well.

We used to, you know.

A long time ago.

Sometimes I wish

we could rewind to the last time
we had a normal father-son relationship.

When was that?

It was a fishing trip.

It was just before Mom died.
You probably don't remember.

It's okay.

I look at that picture
every morning.

It's one of my fondest memories,
too.

From now on, we talk?

Let's get out of here
before we both start bawling?

I'm taking you to the train station,

and I'm buying you a ticket.

You are taking me to the airport.

I bumped into Donald Trump
down in the lobby this morning.

You get me to Reagan by noon,

I'm flying home in style.

Can you get my bag, Junior?

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