Script VO Legend 623

[Previously on NCIS]

VANCE: Los Angeles, OSP. They have the lead.

TONY: NCIS's Office of Special Projects. They specialize in undercover and surveillance.

GIBBS: Macy still agent in charge there?

GIBBS: How are you, Callen?

CALLEN: Did you see Mace?

GIBBS: Yeah, I saw her.

MACY: Let me do my job.

GIBBS: Like you did the first time we met?

MACY: Sam ?

SAM: Kickoff's in 30.

ABBY: Guy on the right, Michael Rivkin.

TONY: When he called the other day, I thought he must have been here.

ZIVA: No. Sadly, Michael is not here.

GIBBS: Go tight on Liam. What do you see?

McGEE: He's carrying...

KENSI: Liam Coyle, former IRA arms dealer.

CALLEN: Motel.

MACY: Four blank passports. Four suitcases filled with weapons.

CALLEN: That means whoever Liam's supplying is probably coming back to collect this.

MACY: Looks like you're going undercover as Liam.

CALLEN: Been expecting you.

RIVKIN: It's a pleasure to finally meet you, Liam.

 

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[OPS center. Macy, Gibbs and Nate are watching at the hotel room on large screens]

RIVKIN: [over radio] You have everything I want?

CALLEN: [over radio] Times four.

RIVKIN: [over radio] Passports?

CALLEN: [over radio] Everything.

RIVKIN: [over radio] And it's all here?

CALLEN: [over radio] It's all here.

ERIC: First the face, next the name. [He runs a facial recognition. McGee is looking over his shoulder. In the room, Rivkin is opening a suitcase]

 

[Motel]

RIVKIN: You know, I met a man in Damascus who said you were dead.

CALLEN: Well, let me know when he passes. I'll come to his funeral.

RIVKIN: Too late. [He takes a gun and threats Callen]: Who are you?

 

[OPS center]

MACY: Abort, abort. Target center of the room, weapon drawn.

 

[Motel. Sam and Kensi rush into the room]

SAM: Federal agents! Don't move!

KENSI: Put down your weapon.

SAM: Put it down! [Rivkin raises his arms and let his gun fall down. Callen faces the camera hidden in the television]

CALLEN: Come on, Mace, he wasn't gonna shoot me!

 

[OPS center]

CALLEN: [over radio to Rivkin] Will you tell her you weren't gonna shoot me?

RIVKIN: [over radio] I wasn't going to shoot him.

NATE: No tension in the upper body, and the voice is all wrong. Probably wasn't gonna shoot him.

GIBBS: Be embarrassing if he had.

MACY: There's no room for probably, Nate. [She joins Eric and McGee]: Do we have a name?

McGEE: Well, we just started. It's gonna take at least a...[Beeping]: We got a match here.

GIBBS: Put it on the screen.

McGEE: Millions of possibilities, we get a hit in six seconds?

MACY: Michael Rivkin.

 

[Motel]

SAM: His name's Michael Rivkin.

RIVKIN: FBI? CIA?

CALLEN: NCIS.

 

[OPS center]

NATE: Oh, he's way too confident. Think we're about to go pear-shaped, Mace.

 

[Motel]

CALLEN: Who are you?

RIVKIN: Mossad.

 

[OPS center]

CALLEN: [over radio] You can prove that?

RIVKIN: [over radio] No, but I know someone who can. Her name is Ziva David.

[Gibbs and McGee exchange a look]

 

                    ♫ ♫ NCIS Season 6 Episode 23 ♫ ♫

                             ♫ ♫ Legend Part 2 ♫ ♫

 

 

[Toney enters the office. Ziva is speaking on a phone]

ZIVA: Agent McGee is taking a break. Los Angeles. Yes, I will come up now.

TONY: Morning. [Ziva hangs up]

ZIVA: Tony.

TONY: Something up?

ZIVA: Gibbs.

TONY: He's back?

ZIVA: MTAC. [They go up]

TONY: Nice, three one-word answers. Wanna go for a fourth?

ZIVA: No!

TONY: All right. Now I'm gonna ask you a question that's gonna demand more than a one-word answer. Are you ready for that, Ziva David?

ZIVA: Nope.

TONY: All right, here comes the question. Ready?

ZIVA: No beverage is allowed in MTAC. [She points at his coffee]

TONY: Hey. Soy vanilla latte, no sugar added. Didn't blow back. It's all yours. [He hands his cup to a man]

TONY: God, question was right on the tip of my tongue, and now I can't remember it. How could I forget the question? Oh! [They enter the MTAC] Questions are of course, well, they're relative. And I don't mean that in a sense of...

WOMAN: OSP's on-line.

GIBBS: [over radio] Ziva.

ZIVA: Gibbs.

GIBBS: [over radio] McGee, put it up. You recognize him?

ZIVA: Yes, I know him. His name is Michael Rivkin.

GIBBS: [over radio] He says he's Mossad.

ZIVA: Yes, he's with the Mossad.

MACY: [over radio] Anything else you can tell us about him, Officer David?

ZIVA: No. I have not worked with him in some time.

GIBBS: [over radio] We will talk more about this later.

ZIVA: Of course. [To Tony] You did not think I would identify him. That was not a question.

TONY: Anything you want to tell me?

ZIVA: No. One-word answer. I win. [She goes away]

TONY: (sighs)

 

[OPS center]

McGEE: His cover is an Israeli banker. Flew in three days ago. That's all we got, still looking.

MACY: What the hell is he doing here?

GIBBS: Same thing we are. Tracking down a terrorist cell.

 

[Motel]

RIVKIN: We're hunting the same cell. Your search started here, mine in Yemen.

CALLEN: Okay, well, if I'm Liam Coyle, arms supplier, who does that make you?

RIVKIN: Nick Quaderi, jihadist.

SAM: The real Liam's in the morgue. Where exactly is the real Nick Quaderi?

RIVKIN: In bed. 221 Pacific Avenue, Apartment 27, Venice Beach. No need to be quiet. You won't wake him.

KENSI: You should've called us. Would've spared you a long ride from Yemen.

RIVKIN: [smiling widely] Needed to be sure.

CALLEN: What did Quaderi tell you?

RIVKIN: Weapons pickup here, a man named Liam.

CALLEN: Target?

RIVKIN: No.

CALLEN: Rest of the cell?

RIVKIN: Fell asleep before he told me. I can tell you that one of the others is named Haziq.

 

[OPS center]

SAM: [over radio] Address?

RIVKIN: [over radio] That's all I have.

MACY: Give him your cell, Sam.

 

[Motel. Phone ringing. Sam hands it to Rivkin]

SAM: Be polite.

RIVKIN: Good morning. [He stands up]

 

[OPS center]

MACY: As I'm sure you're aware, foreign intelligence agencies are not authorized to act within U.S. territorial borders. I would hate for your actions

to cause an incident by staying here any longer, Mr. Rivkin.

RIVKIN: [over radio] We each have a job to do.

MACY: Yours is done. Go home. [She cuts the call off]: Eric?

ERIC: Uh, GPS tracker on his rental.

MACY: Sam, let him go.

 

[Motel. Rivkin gives back the phone to Sam, who points at the door. Rivkin bows and leaves. Sam empties his gun before handing it back]

RIVKIN: [Speaking in Hebrew]

SAM: Yeah. [He closes the door]: Four passports, four suitcases.

KENSI: Yeah, Rivkin's already put one of them to sleep.

CALLEN: One down, three to go.

 

[OPS center]

MACY: Eric, give me outside surveillance.

ERIC: On screen.

[On the live video, Rivkin is going to his car]

MACY: Agent Renko, you got him?

RENKO: I got him, Mace. [He’s in a car and looks at Rivkin’s running away. He starts following it]

MACY: Callen, Sam, Venice Beach, Quaderi's apartment. Kensi, shut it down.

MACY: [To gibbs] You thinking what I'm thinking?

GIBBS: Mumbai.

MACY: They attack soft targets. Hotels, a railway station. We need a breathing suspect, not a dead one.

GIBBS: That's not Rivkin's plan.

MACY: We have to stay ahead of him until I get approval to lock him up or send him home. Officer David was sent back to Israel, last year.

GIBBS: Are you asking me: do I trust her? Because my answer is: yes, with my life.

MACY: You don't think I'm very good at this, do you?

GIBBS: The director must or you wouldn't be doing this job.

MACY: You shouldn't judge me on past performance. It was 18 years ago.

GIBBS: [whispering] What'd you find? [She doesn’t answer, he leaves. Nate is looking at them closely. Macy gets back to her office. Nate wants to follow her, but McGee stops him]

McGEE: Nate. Okay, so...Mossad gets a lead in Yemen about a terrorist cell operating out of Los Angeles, right? Sends Rivkin to eliminate them. Rivkin finds one of the terrorists, Nick Quaderi, kills him, but not before Quaderi mentions that he's meeting with an arms dealer named Liam. And the only problem is, we're hunting the same terrorist cell.

NATE: Terrorist cells are like families. I mean, close-knit, always checking on each other. Now, if they lost contact with one of their own, it may trigger them to step up the attack. Next move is to find the cell member Rivkin mentioned.

McGEE: Haziq.

NATE: Before he panics.

McGEE: You think that Rivkin knows the identities of the rest of the cell?

NATE: It was right there in his smug smile, McGee. He knows. [He gets up]

 

[Nate enters Macy’s office. She has her back at him]

NATE: You okay, Mace?

MACY: I already told you not to go there, Nate.

NATE: Well...you know me too well. [He sits down]

MACY: No one knows you, Nate. You, on the other hand, being the psychologist you are, know everyone.

NATE: Not Gibbs. So you go back 18 years, huh? [She stares at him] I wasn't listening… Odd word, occasional phrase.

MACY: [facing him] Gibbs was a gunnery sergeant. I was a green, young lieutenant in the Military Police determined to prove myself.

NATE: You worked a case together?

MACY: You could say that. It was a JAGMAN investigation, a murder. I was the lead investigator.

NATE: And... Gibbs?

MACY: Gibbs was the suspect.

 

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[OPS center. Eric is typing, McGee looks at his work]

ERIC: Nick Quaderi.

McGEE: Guy's a ghost.

ERIC: Definitely is now.

McGEE: We got his name and his address. Paid his rent in cash, utilities paid by his landlord, so no photo I.D. there, and no credit cards.

ERIC: You have any idea how many times your average law-abiding citizen is recorded every week, McGee?

McGEE: Yeah, probably north of 3,000 times.

ERIC: Way north. Like northern Alaska north. Every phone call, credit card transaction, Internet search, all swallowed up and stored on hard drives so people can troll them for personal information.

McGEE: You mean, like we're doing right now.

ERIC: Yeah, that's okay 'cause we work for the government. We've got a national security letter to prove it.

McGEE: This guy really did not want to be found.

[Gibbs appears behind him]

GIBBS: Well, Rivkin found him, McGee. Are you still tracking Rivkin?

McGEE: Yeah, boss, we got him right there.

ERIC: Marina Del Rey. We're pulling up the pictometry now. His car's parked at a hotel.

GIBBS: Special Agent Renko?

ERIC: He's out of his car and he's got a visual.

GIBBS: Let him know I'm coming.

ERIC: I'm on it.

GIBBS: [To McGee looking bothered] You got something else?

McGEE: No, that about covers it.

[Gibbs leaves the OPS. McGee picks a computer and types a search: he wants to know who authorized the previous search on Rivkin. He’s puzzled when he finds Abby’s name]

 

[Haziq’s place. Sam and Callen are in a noisy and dilapidated hall]

SAM: I lived in a place like this when I was a kid.

CALLEN: I probably lived down the hall.

SAM: This is it. Apartment 27. [They enter, guns drawn. They open carefully the bedroom door…and find a body]

SAM: Nick Quaderi, if you're inclined to believe Rivkin. - What is it between Mace and Gibbs?

CALLEN: They've never told me.

SAM: Think they'll work it out?

CALLEN: Not without some help. [leaning towards the body]: One-inch tear. Looks like a stab wound. Clean and quick under the sternum, up into the heart.

[Sam crosses his arms]

SAM: There's a secret department in the Mossad called the Kidon. I had dealings with them when I was a Seal. Highly trained, fearless. They were formed after the war to track down Nazis. Now they come after all enemies who would harm Israel. I think Rivkin could be one of them.

CALLEN: Kidon?

SAM: Hebrew for "bayonet".

 

[Marina Del Rey. Renko is sanding a boat piece of wood]

GIBBS: Morning, Mike. [Renko opens the back gate and Gibbs goes onboard]

RENKO: Help yourself. [Gibbs takes a shift of sandpaper]

GIBBS: Where is he?

RENKO: Outside the gazebo, having coffee at the middle table. [Gibbs spots Rivkin]. Went inside, came back out a couple minutes later. He's been there ever since.

GIBBS: He's waiting for somebody.

RENKO: That's my guess.

GIBBS: Whose boat is this?

RENKO: I have no idea.

GIBBS: Hey, sand with the grain of the wood, Renko.

RENKO: You done this before?

GIBBS: Yeah.

 

[Apartment 27]

SAM: Download complete. [He disconnects a flash drive from a laptop]: Rest in peace.

[Door knock giggling: someone is going to enter the room. Sam hides in the bedroom and closes the door. Callen takes his phone out]

CALLEN: [over phone] If that's what you want, sure. [A girl enters and stops dead]

CALLEN: Next week, then. Yeah, ciao. [He faces the girl]: Hi.

SHAKIRA: Who are you?

CALLEN: My name's Liam. I'm a friend of Nick's. Sort of. Who--? And you are?

SHAKIRA: Shakira, his girlfriend...sort of.

CALLEN: Huh!

SHAKIRA: - Nick, I'm here!

CALLEN: But Nick's not. [He prevents her entering the bedroom, and sits down on the couch]

SHAKIRA: Then how did you get in? [He shows the key]

CALLEN: He's supposed to meet me here, but he's late. I was just gonna leave him a note.

[Phone ringing. Callen answers]

CALLEN: Liam.

SAM: [Whispering in the bathroom]- You got a plan?

CALLEN:  Hey, Nick.

SAM: Clever.

CALLEN: I'm in your apartment waiting. Where the hell are you?

SAM: I'm in the next room.

CALLEN: Calm down, take it easy, all right? …Hey, Shakira just walked in. Do you want to talk with her?

SAM: Not particularly.

CALLEN: Okay, no problem.

SAM: What do you have in mind?

CALLEN: Haziq's place? Sure, if that's what you want, we'll come right over. [Phone beeps]

CALLEN: [To Shakira] He didn't want to talk on the phone. He wants us to come to his friend's place...Haziq? Do you know him?

SHAKIRA: You don't?

CALLEN: No.

SHAKIRA: Lucky you.

CALLEN: I'll call a cab.

SHAKIRA: My car's out front.

CALLEN: Great. Is the bathroom through here? [She waves at the bedroom door. Callen joins Sam in the bathroom]

CALLEN: [Whispering] Rivkin gives us Haziq's name. She leads us to him. Stay close.

SAM: How you gonna play this?

CALLEN: I gotta believe Haziq still wants what Liam's got.

SAM: And if he doesn't?

CALLEN: You come rescue me.

SAM: (chuckles)

[G. flushes the toilet]

SAM: You think she's involved?

CALLEN: [opening the washbowl faucet] They're sleeping together. She's involved whether she knows it or not.

SAM: Yeah.

[Callen goes back to the living room]

CALLEN: Okay! What kind of car do you drive? [Sam listens closely]

SHAKIRA: convertible.

CALLEN: Convertible? Red?

SHAKIRA: Yellow.

CALLEN: I like yellow.

[They’re gone. Sam takes his phone and dials]

SAM: Mace?

MACY: [over phone] What's happening, Sam?

SAM: Callen's back in the game.

 

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[Shakira’s car is stopping at a garage. Sam parks his car near it; he takes his phone and picks Macy’s name (line ringing)]

MACY: [over phone] Sam?

SAM: Mace. They're stopping at an auto shop downtown... 13th and Bakers Lane. [Shakira and G. get out of the car]

SHAKIRA: This place creeps me out, or maybe it's just Haziq.

CALLEN: Nick bring you here often?

SHAKIRA: Couple times. Haziq was trying to recruit him.

CALLEN: For what?

[Haziq interrupts them]

HAZIQ: Hey, who's this? [He points at Callen]

SHAKIRA: Nick's friend. He called. Told us to meet him out here.

HAZIQ: He didn't call me. Nick's friend, huh?

CALLEN: Liam.

HAZIQ: What can Nick's friend do for us?

CALLEN: Well, I can give you what you've been waiting for.

HAZIQ: Come in, Nick's friend.

[They enter the garage. Sam is taking pics of Haziq]

 

[Sam’s car]

SAM: He's just met a guy, probably Haziq. I'm downloading photos. I need some more eyes down here.

 

[OPS center]

MACY: Kensi's on her way. Eric, live feeds?

ERIC: No coverage Mace.

MACY: Kensi, you're gonna have to get a camera in there.

KENSI: [over radio] I'll come up with something.

 

[Kensi’s convertible stops in an alley. (tyres screech)She gets out of the car, takes a metal bar and crashes one of the headlights]

MAN1: Hey, oh! Oh!

MAN2: Hey man! You want to bang on something, baby, you found your man.

[Kensi takes her gun and aims at the men who raise their hands]

MAN2: Hey, relax.

MAN1: We're cool, Lady.

KENSI: Not today, boys.

MAN2: Have a nice day. [Laughs]

[Kensi’s tyres screech again]

 

[Haziq’s garage. There’s a second man in there]

HAZIQ: Shakira, bring our guest a cold drink. [To Callen] Are you armed?

CALLEN: Back. [Haziq checks that Shakira doesn’t look at them and takes the gun]

HAZIQ: Cell phone. [Callen hands it]

CALLEN: She doesn't know?

HAZIQ: Why should she? She's just a woman. Nick is not the one who's supposed to contact you.

CALLEN: He called me, told me to come to his apartment. Then he changed the meeting here.

HAZIQ: Why?

CALLEN: You're just gonna have to ask him when he gets here.

[Shakira is back with a soda]

CALLEN: Thank you.

HAZIQ: Come and sit down.

[Haziq throws G.’s phone on a workbench and takes his own. (line ringing)]

WOMAN ON RECORDING: The cell phone you are trying to reach is switched off or out of range. Please try again later.

HAZIQ: [To Shakira sit on an old couch] Where is Rafi?

SHAKIRA: How would I know?

HAZIQ: He's your brother. You should be more respectful.

 

[OPS center. McGee is opening the photos sent by Sam (with his fingers) on the large screen. Eric is typing, looking for intels on the building]

McGEE: Sweet.

MACY: Eric, activate Callen's cell phone.

ERIC: Microphone and camera coming online.

McGEE: Phone cam's up at Haziq's auto shop.

ERIC: Cell phone.

MACY: Trace it, and feed it through to Sam to translate.

[Haziq speaking in Arabic]

 

[Sam’s car]

SAM: "I need you here, Nasim." - "Is Rafi with you?"- "What about Nick? Have you heard from him?"-"I'm not sure if there's something wrong. Just get down here as soon as you can."

 

[OPS center. They see Haziq cutting the call off]

NATE: He's anxious. Feeling pressured. Wants his men around him.

MACY: He's not the only one.

[Phone rings, Eric answers]

ERIC: Director Vance on the line for you, Mace.

MACY: Where's Kensi? -Director?

 

[Haziq’s garage. Kensi stops in front of the door. (Car horn honks) Haziq goes out]

KENSI: Hey. Um, a guy just backed into me. Do you think you could possibly help me out...

HAZIQ: We're closed.

KENSI: Oh come on, man, I just need to know if it's safe to drive. [She smiles, using her charm on Haziq, who sighs and leans towards the broken frontlight]

KENSI: Um, you have a bathroom?

HAZIQ: No, we don't.

KENSI: Ooh…

HAZIQ: This is not so bad. You are safe. [Kensi is at the door, she gives a look to Callen and Shakira, and turns back to her car; she quickly sticks a micro-camera on the wall between different shits of paper]

HAZIQ: It's cosmetic damage. Just bring it back next week.

KENSI: Okay. Um, is Wednesday okay?

HAZIQ: Wednesday's fine. [Sam takes pics]

KENSI: Thank you.

[She smiles again, gets into her car; Haziq waves for goodbye]

 

[Sam’s car]

SAM: Camera's inside the door.

 

[OPS center]

ERIC: Pulling up the new camera angle.

MACY: [on her phone] I understand, Director. I will. Good-bye.

McGEE: Traced the call Haziq just received. Caller's name is Nasim Boutros. Home address is a long-stay hotel, room 1122, at 73 Promenade Way, Marina Del Rey.

ERIC: Mace, that's the hotel Rivkin is staking out.

MACY: Where was Nasim when he made that call?

McGEE: Less than a half mile from the hotel.

NATE: On his way home.

MACY: And Rivkin is waiting for him. Get Gibbs.

 

[Boat. Marina Del Rey. Rivkin spots Nasim and gets up. Gibbs answers his cell phone]

GIBBS: Yeah.

MACY: [over phone] Vance has cleared it with the Attorney General. We have a FISA warrant. Get Rivkin.

GIBBS: [Shouting] Go around back!

[Renko is carrying coffees, he drops them down the ground and runs, gun drawn. Gibbs is in the building, following Rivkin without visual. A door is half-opened; a body lies on the floor. Gibbs notices a stab wound on the chest. Rivkin has disapeared]

RENKO: Gibbs!

GIBBS: Yeah. Clear.

 

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[Haziq’s garage. He’s speaking in Arabic with the other man, and they’re not happy]

CALLEN: Any idea what they're arguing about?

SHAKIRA:Cell phone coverage. Haziq can't reach anyone on his phone. And...Jumah's telling him it's a piece of American junk. (smile) How did Nick sound on the phone?

CALLEN: He sounded okay.

SHAKIRA:They're planning something, aren't they?

CALLEN: If they use what they're buying from me...yeah. Do you have any idea what it is?

SHAKIRA:No.

HAZIQ: Change of plans. You are going to make the weapons delivery today.

CALLEN: Here?

HAZIQ: Yes, here. Call whoever you need to call. You have an hour, and then our business is done. [Callen takes his phone]

 

[OPS center]

ERIC: He's calling Sam.

CALLEN: [over phone] Hey, it's Liam. Look, bring the suitcases to the auto shop at 13th and Baker's Lane in one hour.

MACY: Okay, let's make it happen. One hour. McGee, anything on Rivkin?

McGEE: No. GPS marker says he didn't leave the hotel parking lot. He must have found the GPS tracker and dumped it. I’ve got a BOLO out on his rental. Nothing yet.

MACY: Keep on it.

McGEE: Yes, ma'am.

[On the screen, G. hands back his phone to Haziq and sits down again on the couch. Haziq speaks in Arabic.]

 

[NCIS office. Abby is drawing “we missed you Tim”. Her phone rings]

ABBY: It's him. It's Tim. He knows I'm sitting at his desk.

TONY: Tell him you're in your lab. He won't know.

ABBY: He'll know. He knows everything.

TONY: Gibbs knows everything. McGenius is smart, but he doesn't know everything.

ABBY: [phone beeps] Hi, Tim. I'm not upstairs in the squad room. [She crosses fingers] I'm in my lab. I'm working.

McGEE: Are you sitting at my desk?

ABBY: Um…[She jumps on her feet] No.

McGEE: Abby, listen, last night, you did a facial recognition search on Michael Rivkin. Why?

ABBY: What makes you think that?

McGEE: You logged the search.

ABBY: I did? I did.

McGEE: Did Tony ask you to do it?

ABBY: um…I'm not at liberty to say.

McGEE: You are at my desk, aren't you?

ABBY: Yeah.

McGEE: And Tony is watching you?

ABBY: Yeah. [Tony raises his hand]

McGEE: Can I talk to Tony, please?

ABBY: Okay. It's for you. It's McGoo...McGee... Tim. Sorry, McGee.

TONY: Ignore her, Probie. She's suffering Gibbs withdrawal. Transferring it onto you because of a deep-seated fear that Gibbs may withhold love and give her first-time head slap if he came back and saw his desk festooned in balloons and decorated like some tacky tiki bar with messages of affection written possibly in blood. She ain't missing you at all. In fact, I can't think of a single person that's missing you.

McGEE: Well, I'll tell you who we're all missing and that's Michael Rivkin.

TONY: Define "missing".

McGEE: Two members of the terrorist cell are dead after Rivkin paid them a visit, and now he's dropped out of sight. Do you think that there is any chance Ziva...

TONY: Don't ask that question.

McGEE: Well, Tony, someone has to ask it.

TONY: I know, McGee. I know. Leave it to me.

[He throws Abby her phone]

TONY: Here you go. [McGee goes back into the OPS]

 

[OPS center]

MACY: Here’s what we know. Nick Quaderi, dead. Almost certainly killed by Michael Rivkin.

McGEE: Nationality, unknown. Date of birth, unknown. Quaderi has a girlfriend, Shakira.

MACY: Who has a brother, Rafi Zayd.

McGEE: No confirmed photo. Moved back to Yemen when he was seven. No record of him returning to the U.S. Probably here illegally.

MACY: Nasim Boutros, stabbed by Rivkin at his hotel.

McGEE: American citizen, born in Syria. Immigrated here when he was 14. Has a degree in engineering. No criminal record.

MACY: First name... Jumah. Last name... unknown.

McGEE: Looks like he works at the auto shop, but he's not listed as an employee with the IRS. Possibly here illegally.

MACY: And finally, Haziq Khaleel.

McGEE: Born in Syria. Immigrated 12 years ago. Owns the auto shop. Pays his taxes, and has no criminal record.

MACY: Five men, all born outside the United States. Very few personal details, no criminal activity. Not on anyone's watch list.

NATE: It's a classic sleeper cell. Rivkin's making sure none of them wake up.

GIBBS: Five people. Four passports, four suitcases. Something's missing.

MACY: Then number five is the handler.

McGEE: Maybe Haziq?

NATE: No, Haziq's an alpha male. A physical, take-charge kind of guy. Aggressive, angry. Handlers are more refined. Methodical planners, smooth talkers. They know how to get under people's skin. You know, make 'em feel things and do things, and...[They all stare at him] You get the idea.

MACY: If it's not Haziq?

NATE: Well, Shakira's brother Rafi's too young. Wouldn't have the respect of the others who all seem to be older.

MACY: Then that leaves Nick Quaderi.

McGEE: Yeah, but according to Rafi's sister, Nick Quaderi didn't know any of them till her brother introduced him to Haziq.

MACY: Then we're missing something.

GIBBS: Yep. Or someone.

 

[NCIS office. (Elevator dings) Ziva gets out of it]

ZIVA: What did I miss?

TONY: Oh, Abby playing with crayons, possibly blood. McGee calling. And I made a paper airplane that was so fantastic it broke the office gliding record. [Ziva is aleady typing on her keyboard]  But really all the fun's happening in another area code. Are we... fighting?

ZIVA: If we were, you would be on the floor bleeding.

TONY: Okay, I accept that as a likely outcome. So you're just annoyed with me?...Angry?

ZIVA: You should not be surprised.

TONY: Because of this morning?

ZIVA: You thought I would not identify Michael Rivkin as a Mossad operative.

TONY: I didn't say a word.

ZIVA: You did not have to.

TONY: So you think you did the right thing?

ZIVA: You think I didn't?

TONY: Maybe you should have told them more. Like how well you know him.

ZIVA: How well do I know him, Tony?

TONY: You know him better than they think you do.

ZIVA: And you know that how?

TONY: You saw him when he was in D.C. three days ago. You didn't tell them when you had the chance. And I'm just wondering why, that's all.

ZIVA: Okay re you, by any chance, questioning my loyalty?

TONY: I'm questioning why you didn't tell them you saw him three days ago.

ZIVA: Are you jealous?

TONY: No. I'm worried. Because you don't seem to understand that your secret friend is interfering with this agency's ability to shut down a terrorist cell.

ZIVA: Interfering? How is he interfering?

TONY: He's already killed two suspects.

ZIVA: Well, in my country that would be cause for celebration.

TONY: You're not in your country, and neither is he!

ZIVA: Have you finished?

TONY: Yes.

ZIVA: Good. [She starts leaving the office. He follows her]

TONY: No. Another question. You know where we can find him?

ZIVA: No, I don't.

TONY: And if you did, would you tell me?

ZIVA: No. But I would tell Gibbs.

 

[Haziq’s garage]

SHAKIRA:I tried to stop my brother Rafi from getting involved with them. Now he's dragged Nick into it.

CALLEN: How long have you known him?

SHAKIRA:Three months. He travels a lot. I don't get to see him as much as I wanted. At first Rafi didn't want me to see him at all, but...Nick was patient. Now, they're like brothers.

CALLEN: You know, I've never met Rafi. You don't have any photos, do you?

SHAKIRA:Of course. [She takes her phone]

SHAKIRA: Nick took it. [G. is taken aback: Rafi is the dead man they found at Nick’s apartment. But he just smiles]

CALLEN: And you've probably got tons of photos of Nick in there, huh?

SHAKIRA:Nick's so camera shy, it's crazy. Hard to believe, but...this is the only photo I have. [And Nick is…Michael Rivkin !]

 

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[OPS center. Macy is looking at the garage scene on the screen]

MACY: Eric, talk to me. We lost audio.

ERIC: They're whispering, Mace.

MACY: Who's whispering?

ERIC: Everybody.

MACY: Why the hell are they whispering? – Sam, you ready?

 

[Sam is getting into a van]

SAM: On your command, Mace.

 

[OPS center]

MACY: Stand by. [To Gibbs] If you were Rivkin, where would you be?

GIBBS: I wouldn't be far. I'd want to finish the job.

MACY: At our expense. If we're gonna find their target and their support team, we need at least one of them alive.

GIBBS: No, he doesn't think that way. [He takes the stairs for leaving]

MACY: Where the hell are you going?

GIBBS: Let you know when I get there. [He’s gone]

MACY: [To the screen] Come on, G, speak up!

 

[But in the garage, Callen is still speaking softly…]

CALLEN: I need to contact Nick.

SHAKIRA: You heard Haziq...he's not answering.

CALLEN: Well, I'm guessing he gave you another number, in case something bad happened. Something bad is going to happen. You can't keep running away

from this, who they are, what they're planning to do.

SHAKIRA: Something bad's going to happen to Nick?

CALLEN: To your brother.

SHAKIRA: Who are you?

CALLEN: I'm someone you need to trust right now.

[Shakira gets up]

SHAKIRA: [Loudly] Haziq!

 

[OPS center. Eric has ear pain…]

ERIC: Okay, they've stopped whispering.

HAZIQ: [over radio] Yes?

SHAKIRA: [over radio] I'm tired. I'm going home. You can't keep me here.

 

[Garage]

HAZIQ: Heh. No one leaves.

SHAKIRA: You can't stop me. [he grabs her arm, speaks angrily in Arabic and slaps her face. She screams and falls down on the couch. Haziq points at Callen]

HAZIQ: And your friend better be on time.

[He joins Jumah and they speak together in Arabic]

SHAKIRA: Promise me nothing will happen to Rafi. [He looks at her; she’s crying; she faces him] Promise me.

CALLEN: I promise you.

SHAKIRA:Three-one-0...five-five-five...zero-one-three-zero.

[This time, it’s Callen who gets up and call Haziq]

CALLEN: Haziq!

 

[OPS center. They get closely the intel he’s saying to them!]

CALLEN: [Over radio] Nick Quaderi's real name is Michael Rivkin. He can be contacted at 310-555-0130. [Eric traces the number at soon]

HAZIQ: [Over radio] I already have his number, and I don't care what his real name is. Okay?

[Callen (on the screen) glances at the camera Kensi put on the wall…and goes back to the couch]

McGEE: Searching for the number.

MACY: Rivkin's been playing us all along.

McGEE: It's a cell phone.

MACY: I need a GPS location now.

NATE: Nick Quaderi's the name Michael Rivkin used. He befriended Shakira so he could get to know her brother Rafi. Won over the brother to get invited into the cell. That means that the body Rivkin told us was Quaderi’s actually...

MACY: Rafi Zayd, her brother.

McGEE: All right, we got Rivkin's location. He's almost on top of him.

MACY: Pass it on to the nearest team. [McGee smiles]

MACY: I can't wait. Sam? Game's yours.

SAM: [over radio] Okay, Mace. Moving in.

 

[A van stops in the alley. A NCIS team, with Renko, Kensi and Sam, stop near the door]

SAM: Go, go, go!

[They rush into the garage]

KENSI: Federal agents! Freeze!

RENKO: NCIS! [Jumah takes a gun and is killed. Haziq shots Callen and Shakira with an automatic gun, but Callen has just pulled the girl behind a van]

MACY: [Over radio] Sam, I want him alive. [Sam takes a gun instead of his automatic weapon. He hits Haziq’s arm and legs]

HAZIQ: (groans)

KENSI: Clear!

RENKO: Clear!

SAM: All clear! [Haziq is groaning in pain on the floor]

SAM: You'll live.

[Callen has still Shakira’s hand in his; she’s horrified – He thinks that was close…and he thanks Sam with the eyes. Sam smiles]

 

[OPS center. Kensi’s face appears on full screen: she’s leaning towards the camera]

KENSI: [Over radio] Secured.

NATE: Rivkin?

 

[Alley near the garage. Gibbs drives “face to face” with Rivkin. That had no choice but to stop and get out of their car. Gibbs’cell phone rings]

GIBBS: [on phone]I got him, McGee.

RIVKIN: You're Gibbs.

GIBBS: Time for you to go home. Now.

RIVKIN: I don't like leaving things unfinished.

GIBBS: You're done. I'm finishing it for you.

RIVKIN: I leave, Washington and Tel Aviv look the other way.

GIBBS: That's not what I do.

RIVKIN: We fight the same war. Only ours began in Auschwitz.  I have six million uniforms. Every one is different.

GIBBS: I got one.

[Rivkin goes back to his car]

GIBBS: Ziva David ? [Rivkin stares at him] She works for me.

RIVKIN: Shalom.

 

[OPS center. Gibbs and McGee are leaving the LA team. Macy looks at them shaking hands from the stairs]

McGEE: Nate.

SAM: no problem, my pleasure.

ERIC: Maybe again sometime.

[Callen enters and pass Gibbs]

CALLEN: Guess that drink's gonna have to wait.

GIBBS: Well, my basement's always open.

CALLEN: It's good to see you, Jethro. [They shake hands]

GIBBS: Yeah. Stay low. [He’s gone. McGee is following him]

CALLEN: Red-eye, huh?

McGEE: Yeah. [Callen passes him and McGee notices that he’d handed him a magazine: “Sniper monthly”. He looks at G. who glances at him]

CALLEN: Always worked for me.

NATE: Hey! [he stares at Macy who turns her back and goes into her office. (door closes)]

 

[Gibbs opens the door of the lift. Nate suddenly appears]

NATE: Oh…

McGEE: Sorry. [He closes the door behind them]

NATE: Thanks.

McGEE: No problem.

NATE: [clears throat]

McGEE: Long day, huh?

NATE: Yeah, yeah, long... day. Just getting some, uh, some air.

NATE: Right: [The lift stops. They get out]

NATE: Uh, Agent Gibbs? [McGee stops and “asks” Gibbs who nods]

McGEE: Good to meet you, Nate.

NATE: Likewise. [McGee is going to the car]

NATE: I... I took an oath not to betray confidences, but I can’t...I can't see any harm in telling you a story. 18 years ago, there was this young lieutenant in the Military Police who investigated a murder. A Marine gunnery sergeant had taken out this Mexican drug dealer who killed his family. The young lieutenant interrogated the suspect, didn't hold back. He just wanted closure, and...she wouldn't leave his wife and daughter to rest in peace. Kind of thing that stays with you. Anyway, she got all the evidence together, and...then she buried it. Decided it was a...just killing. My guess is that the guy never even knew that she'd been protecting him all these years. Well...I think I had enough fresh air.

[Gibbs steps down, looks at the camera, and expresses a “sorry, thanks” that Macy gets with a smile…]

 

[Callen is sit on the passenger seat in Sam’s car. He looks around, worried]

SAM: Are you gonna get out?

CALLEN: I think it's time to move.

SAM: Again? That's 3 times in the last 18 months.

CALLEN: It's 4. I don't know, I...I just feel like someone's watching me.

SAM: It's probably that Russian girl you told me about!...You ever gonna settle down, G?

[These words make G. getting out without adding anything else]

SAM: One day. [G. waves]

♫ ♫ [Ours: Ran Away To Tell The World] ♫ ♫ [Sam smiles to 2 girls in a red convertible with surf boards. ♫ ♫ Callen walks down the street. ♫ ♫ The Russian girl is here, indeed – ♫ ♫ Sam’s right! ♫ ♫ Sam starts driving but a van makes its tires screeching on his way ♫ ♫]

SAM: Crazy son of a...♫ ♫ [The lateral door of the van is open: and a man is there, with an automatic weapon. ♫ ♫ Sam rushes out of his car. ♫ ♫ G. stops at the corner: he looks at the Russian girl, – ♫ ♫ They smile at each other. ♫ ♫ Sam runs]

SAM: [Shouting] G! ♫ ♫

[Too late (gunfire). G. is shot, he falls back in fruits, falls down the street. ♫ ♫ He doesn’t move, but his eyes are open: he’s alive…♫ ♫ The Russian girl goes away. ♫ ♫ Sam runs, shots at the van already too far to be hit. ♫ ♫ He kneels near his friend♫ ♫]

SAM: Come on, G. Come on, G. Stay with me. [G.’s eyes are closed. ♫ ♫ Sam hugs him. G. re-opens his eyes, but the pain is too high. ♫ ♫ He faints. ♫ ♫]

SAM: Stay with me, G. Don't do this to me, come on! [♫ ♫ He takes his phone] Yeah, I need an ambulance. Ocean Front Road, Venice. ♫ ♫ Stay with me. Stay with me. ♫ ♫ Come on, buddy.

[♫ ♫ Sunset on the ocean ♫ ♫ G. doesn’t move any more ♫ ♫]

 

[NCIS office – Abby’s sign says “Missed you Timmy”. She puts a cake near it. Tony comes close]

ABBY: I missed McGee.

TONY: I would never have guessed that.

ABBY: Hey, you and Ziva want to go get a drink?

TONY: She is already gone. Did you do that secret thingy I asked you to do?

ABBY: Yep. Rivkin flew out of Los Angeles today, unescorted.

TONY: Destination?

ABBY: Tel Aviv. With a stopover...in DC.

[Ziva and Michael are together in bed. He’s sleeping, she looks worried…]

 

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NCIS 224:

FORNELL: Little early for a drink, Jethro.

GIBBS: Yeah, I might need it.

FORNELL: To settle your gut?

McGEE: Something here bother you, boss?

GIBBS: No. Nothing here.

[…]

FORNELL: How's Callen doing?

GIBBS: He's still critical. He's hanging in there.

 

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