You're disturbing the fish.
It's January, Dad.
They are long gone.
Just where do you think they went?
South. Duh.
Can we go now?
My dad used to bring me out here.
Health teacher says abuse is passed down.
I'm just saying this is a good time to talk, man to man.
About what? School, girls... sex.
Oh, not this again.
I'm here for you.
Whoa.
Thing must be a monster.
Shouldn't be afraid to tell me things.
I'm not a virgin anymore.
What?!
I was just kidding.
Very funny.
Oh, my God!
There's probably a dead guy down there.
Cool.
♪ NCIS ♪
Shabbat Shalom
♪
Remember this? Room service?
Ah, same undercover operation where I wore this... briefly.
Uh, yeah. How about this one?
♪ From my perspective
♪ I see the woman from the big jet plane ♪
♪ The woman look...
Oh, yeah, you guys weren't there for that.
You know, I get why they want to free up space in the storage room, but... who's gonna want any of this old junk?
I'm keeping the soul patch.
What's that?
I remember that case.
That's the pregnancy pact.
You looked good in that. I still would.
Ooh.
I feel like I'd remember these.
No, I wouldn't touch that.
I washed those, Tony.
They're yours?
You two were not there for that.
Ooh! Finally!
I found something a little bit more practical.
The matching bra?
Ha!
Wrong kind of padding.
Oh, come on, when is there time to exercise?
Have you seen what they did to the NCIS gym?
Juice bar!
Nice! Well, I make time outside of work-- it's a good habit I picked up from my time in Mossad.
Never sweat where you eat.
Wrong bodily function.
Yeah, but it's the right idea.
Grab your gear. Dead body in the Potomac.
Getting a new belt, boss?
Nah, it's an old belt.
Drug bust, '99.
It was so awesome.
When the cops got here, they sent in these divers who found the body.
His jacket was filled with rocks.
That's a total body dump, right?
You watched all this?
So what? I'm 13.
I'm so sorry.
Thank you. You know, if it wasn't for me and my dad, you guys would've never found the dead dude.
Show some respect.
Sorry, we-we shouldn't have stayed.
Are you kidding? Dad, this is, like, the most bad-ass thing we've ever done together.
Yeah.
Thanks, Dad.
Divers found the victim's I.D. in a pocket.
Petty Officer Second Class Luke Grismer.
"Keep this item carefully."
No one's touched the ear since we've been here, Doc. I was quoting the instructions Vincent Van Gogh gave to a prost*tute when he handed her his severed right ear.
Gardez cet objet soigneusement.
What'd he care? He cut it off.
Yeah, well, historians are now of the opinion that the ear could have been lost in a heated dispute between he and fellow painter Paul Gauguin.
I'm more interested in the dispute that someone had with our victim.
You got a cause of death, Duck?
Well, I won't be sure of that until I get him back to Autopsy.
However, these gashes here, on his head, may explain how the ear was pulled so easily from his body.
Otherwise, the body's in good condition.
Yes, well, you both know the effect that cold water has on preserving a body.
But in this case, his dermis has not even begun to decompose.
He hasn't been there long. Less than two days.
Something wrong, boss?
Something's missing.
Didn't you just say that this was a petty officer second class?
There's only one chevron. Well, no sailor would willingly give himself a demotion.
McGee, run his print.
Are you aware that Van Gogh's su1c1de has also been called into question?
He was sh*t in the stomach and d*ed two days later.
Uh, boss, we got a problem.
Fingerprints are catalogued for all active service members, but there's no match.
So not only is this fellow not a petty officer of any class...
He's not m*llitary at all.
Then why is he pretending to be?
Well, this is interesting.
Here it is, the jackpot.
Look what I found in the last box.
Unless it is the real identity of our victim, I do not care.
What is it with you and old photos lately?
Windows into our past.
They were fitting me for the prosthetic, Tony.
There's nothing embarrassing about it.
Oh, not embarrassing; telling.
You're smiling.
Speaking of smiles, I think McGee has something.
Yeah, I got a lead on our body from a Metro missing persons report.
Same build and bone structure.
Hairline and color match.
Looks like our lobe-less victim.
Tyler Wilkes was reported missing this morning, by his lawyer.
Wilkes. That sounds familiar.
His investigative reports have been published all over the world.
So he's a journalist. He's more like a government paparazzi.
So instead of looking for photos of Kate Middleton with her top off, he's trying to catch the Pentagon with their pants down?
He sold photographs of opium smuggling on foreign Army bases last year.
They turned out to be digitally altered, right?
Damage was already done.
No one's willing to hire him, but they'll all run his stories.
A man like that could have many enemies.
Even more if they found out he was impersonating Navy personnel.
Wilkes had an article due two days ago.
Drug use in Navy barracks.
What was his latest targets?
Lawyer said she didn't know who the story was about; hadn't read it.
DiNozzo, David.
Start with the real Petty Officer Grismer.
Find out why Wilkes had his I.D.
We need more from the lawyer.
Boss, she actually did mention something.
Wilkes has a large birthmark just over the dimple on his left buttock.
It's for body identification.
But-tock?
Buttock.
At the height of their rivalry between Joseph Pulitzer and William Randolph Hearst, each ran a comic strip featuring a character called the Yellow Kid.
Given both editors' history of sensationalized news coverage, the term "yellow journalism" was born.
Let me guess, you're more interested in this journalist's death?
Well, I was going to say "black and blue journalism."
You made a joke.
Yeah, well, bon mot aside, you're correct in guessing the cause of Mr. Wilkes' death.
Not the head wounds?
No, no, no. Those were postmortem, likely sustained when the body was dragged along by the current.
No, the actual cause of death was exsanguination from internal bleeding.
I found evidence of multiple blows to his chest, abdomen and groin.
Painful. Not deadly.
Unless you have... mononucleosis.
Victim had mono, Duck? Probably didn't know it.
While the outward signs can mimic a moderate cold, the internal results are swollen glands and organs.
When he was att*cked, he received a direct hit... that split... his already enlarged liver.
Death was an accident. Perhaps, but... given the manner in which the body was disposed, our k*ller not only knew that this had become a homicide, he tried to hide it.
Showed his true colors.
Yes, yellow.
Well, if it hadn't been for the serendipitous... catch of the day, this body, well, might not have been found until spring.
Petty Officer, thanks for coming in.
I'm Special Agent DiNozzo.
I believe this belongs to you.
Oh, man, you found it!
My chief would've conniptioned if I had to report I lost this puppy.
Whew! Saved me a bunch of trouble.
Our pleasure.
So... thanks.
Hey!
Aren't you a little curious why you're in an NCIS interrogation room?
Or... why your I.D. is... in a sealed evidence bag?
Uh, y-y... yeah, I guess that's kind of weird.
What's going on? Somebody was... trying to use it.
Really?
Man!
Y-You just want to warn me about identity theft?
Because I'll make sure to check on my credit and stuff.
Good. You do that.
But... aren't you a little curious who had it?
Well, I'm not gonna press charges.
Well... yeah, but we have to,
'cause Tyler Wilkes is dead.
Dead? Well, I didn't k*ll... I...
I mean, who?
You're a fast learner, Luke, but if you lie again... that bunch of trouble's gonna come from more than just your chief.
It was blackmail, man.
Wilkes said if I loaned him my I.D., he'd keep me out of his story.
About the dr*gs?
Whoa. I just transferred to Norfolk.
I don't know anything about that.
Wilkes needed your I.D. for a reason.
We look alike.
He said he wanted to get into our barracks for research. Research on what?
I don't know.
Honestly.
But you can't tell the guys.
When they found out someone had been going through their stuff, they were angry enough as it was.
Angry enough to k*ll?
What's going on? You tell me.
I came in, and they were all together.
I told Agent Dorneget to bring in Grismer's roommates one by one.
I'm not sure he knew we meant separately.
Well, maybe they haven't had the chance to get their story straight yet.
If this is about some jerk reporter going through our quarters, we don't know anything.
And we don't care what Grismer told you.
Grismer's the only one missing, right?
So much for that.
Petty Officer Kelso, you the leader of this, uh, little g*ng?
Yeah, sure. So what?
So, that makes you the lead suspect in the m*rder of Tyler Wilkes.
Told you... we don't know anything.
But if the guy's dead, I guess we're not losing sleep, right?
Right.
Wilkes was trying to embarrass the Navy with his story.
So you knew what the story was about?
Don't you?
Well, I got a good idea.
dr*gs.
Not gonna let anyone smear the Navy.
I don't care who talks.
I want answers.
Fine.
I k*lled Wilkes.
No, I k*lled him.
It was me.
I did it.
Seems you have a problem.
Boss, what do you want us to do?
We can't arrest all of them.
Why not?
They confessed.
Put them in the holding cell... until we can arrange a transfer.
That room's only meant for one person.
Well, perhaps by morning, they'll be willing to talk.
Is that legal?
So, what do you think?
Will they go quietly?
I was already planning on doing some light cardio tonight.
Good workout, Gus.
Sorry about the nose.
No kiss for your father?
What are you doing here?
Come. Let's go for a drive.
Someday you must give me a proper tour of your city.
Perhaps when it is warmer.
Where is your protection?
They've usually given themselves away by now.
That is why they do not know I am in the country.
No one knows. You're the director of Mossad, Abba.
That is impossible. Ziva, nothing is impossible, only difficult.
Which makes this officially the stupidest thing you've ever done.
Which is saying something.
Don't you remember the last time you were here?
Yes. You said, "sometimes, life surprises you."
Surprise.
What is your business here?
My daughter has made no effort to visit me in the last two years, so I must go to her.
I am here for you, Ziva.
How long have you been here?
I arrived this morning, but waited until I knew you were alone.
What if someone saw you?
At your gym?
At all.
Surely you still have enemies that want you dead.
You think?
Ziva...
I do not walk straight lines.
As your Agent Gibbs would say,
"this is not my first radio." Rodeo.
You could have at least called.
I did not want to be refused.
There's no other reason for your visit?
I promise you... my intentions are honorable.
No one will know I was here.
Now, I have answered all your questions.
Whoa.
Trippy.
Abby?
Gibbs!
Look what McGee found!
It's my spy glasses from the first time I went undercover.
Well, you never forget your first time.
A lot's changed since then, huh?
Yeah, some things haven't. What do you got?
Um, DNA and fingerprint samples from our holding-cell four.
Our clique of confessed murderers are getting ripe and restless.
Victim's apartment?
Yeah, no sign of a break-in or a struggle.
Hmm, don't have a crime scene yet.
Yeah, or much else, either.
I mean, Wilkes owns a cell phone, a tablet computer, a bunch of high-end cameras, and... they're missing.
Or destroyed.
Could be our best sh*t to linking the m*rder to our stinky suspects.
Got a BOLO on Wilkes's car?
Uh, we're still waiting for a hit.
Can I borrow Gibbs for just a moment?
Okay, but bring him back when you're through.
Hmm.
What's up, Ziva?
My father's in town.
He came to see me last night.
Alone.
Even his own people do not know he's here.
I know it sounds bad, and this is the last thing you want to deal with, but I...
...I did not want to hide anything from you.
Why's he here?
Spend time with me.
Or so he says.
I know it sounds silly when I say it out loud.
Not silly.
But suspect.
What do you want me to do?
Spend time with your father.
Really?
And keep me updated.
Of course.
Until we know for sure what he's up to.
Are you going to tell the Director?
Director, I have your wife for you.
What line?
So, this is why you had to be in the office so early?
Garfield ship Nermal to the Kremlin again?
Lasagna shortage in Damascus.
What are you doing here?
You left before we could talk this morning.
Well, you could have just called.
True, but if I had told your assistant that the kids are spending the night at a friend's tonight and we have the whole house to ourselves, she might have misunderstood.
And you didn't want that message to get lost in translation.
That's right.
Plus, I wanted to personally convey the importance.
What's the occasion?
Us.
I'll clear my schedule.
Better put out a memo.
Yeah?
Shmeil lives outside of Tel Aviv now, in senior-living apartments.
But based on his level of energy, and his, um, tolerance for alcohol, you'd never know he's retired.
The old man has not changed.
He's no fan of yours. Uh... my fans become fewer by the day.
Now, this is what retirement should look like.
That-That was not supposed to be there.
I was... undercover.
It's very convincing.
Did you mean your retirement?
Ah, Ziva.
The world is changing.
And what about you?
You have disagreed with many of my past decisions as a father, and I have always hoped to make up for it when I am free from this responsibility.
But judging from the way you are looking at me, perhaps my sins are too great.
I think you're confusing retiring with repenting.
Only the latter makes any difference to me.
Then let this visit be a first step to my redemption.
Was it a boy or girl?
It was not real.
I know, but what did you tell people when they asked you?
I said it was a girl.
What the hell's he really doing here, Gibbs?
Thought you'd have an idea.
I do. I don't like it.
Word at State has been Eli's on his way out at Mossad.
Political climate's changing in Israel, Eli's too old-school.
They're looking for accountability.
As they should.
World's one incident away from nuclear w*r.
The last thing anyone wants is Eli David poking the bear with a stick-- including me.
Thought you two were buddies.
I'm not calling the cops, I'm just asking him for his car keys.
Won't go quietly.
That's what got me worried about this little visit.
I was just on with a friend at Homeland Security.
I asked about any high-level threats in the Capitol.
They know about Eli?
No. He's flying under everybody's radar.
But another name popped up.
Arash Kazmi's in town.
Iranian Intelligence.
Eli's new VEVAK contemporary.
The two of them grew up on different sides of the same stretch of the Israel-Palestine border.
Kazmi moved to Tehran when he was nine.
What's he doing in DC?
Stopover on his way back from the UN council.
Kazmi's first visit to the U.S., Eli just happens to be here.
Director David wants to prove that he's still an asset.
By taking out a high-level target.
Quickly and quietly, Gibbs.
You know you want to ride shotgun, Leon.
You gotta call it.
Shotgun.
You have been playing with your phone all afternoon.
A new boyfriend you have not told me about or could it be business-related?
With you, it's always business.
Leon, my old friend.
A little bird must have told you of my visit.
Can't blame her.
On the contrary, Agent Gibbs. I counted on my daughter's loyalty to you.
We know about Kazmi.
You do not know as much as you think you do.
Won't let you k*ll him, Eli.
I should hope not.
You're late.
Please... won't you all come in?
I would ask you to sit, but, uh, we do not have much time.
Thank you for coming, Director.
They think I'm here to k*ll you.
A misunderstanding, I hope.
Otherwise, I have made a grave mistake in eluding my security detail.
I believe you... owe me something.
Ah, yes.
Uh-uh.
Merely... an olive branch.
Or rather its fruit.
Thank you. Huh?
Mmm.
Mmm, mmm.
What is going on?
That's a damn good question.
My apologizes, Leon, but I knew you would never agree to this meeting or even believe that it was possible.
Not without bloodshed.
We are here to prove otherwise.
Mmm.
A taste of home.
Arash and I grew up on opposite sides of the orchard where these olives were grown-- the Israeli-Palestine border.
Neither side claimed the land, so as children, we both picked the fruit.
He was taller than I was and always managed to reach the better harvest.
Borders have since changed... as have allegiances.
Temperaments have not.
Israel remains too entitled.
Iran cannot force its will upon the world.
Not exactly inspiring a chorus of "Kumbaya."
We agree on very little, but... we recognize the need for this kind of open and honest dialogue.
Even if our governments do not.
They don't.
Which is why we have risked our lives to make this possible.
If either of our nations knew, we would both be dead.
So why do you need me?
You are aware that my position in Mossad is uncertain.
I know this because you have stopped taking my calls.
You were always the better politician.
And you want me to use those skills to make sure you stay in power.
Not asking much, are you, Eli?
This could be the difference between w*r... or not.
Leon, my friend...
...you and I were forged in blood, but peace can be our legacy.
I'll do what I can.
Thank you.
I must go.
My absence will be noticed.
Of course.
I'm not sure what just happened.
That makes two of us.
The first step to redemption.
Yeah, McGee.
We found our victim's car in an off-airport parking lot at Reagan.
No video security and airlines have no record of anyone flying under the names Wilkes or Grismer.
Based on the broken driver's-side window and the victim's blood on the floor, the fight started at the parked car.
We got our crime scene.
That's not all we got.
We also found all of the victim's stuff, including his camera.
Unfortunately, the memory card was wiped clean.
Likely the work of whoever k*lled Wilkes.
But what the k*ller didn't know is that the memory card is Wi-Fi enabled.
That a good thing?
The memory card automatically uploads photographs to the user's phone-- or, in this case, the tablet we found under the backseat-- using a Wi-Fi or cellular signal.
Auto backup.
We have all the photos the victim took before he was k*lled.
No clear sh*t of the face, but it's definitely the same person.
We could be looking at why Wilkes didn't get on that plane.
Or maybe the k*ller himself. Got an I.D.?
Uh, all we've got so far is his coat and his... hat, sold at... probably every department store everywhere and impossible to track.
But we'll try.
Do it.
Hey!
You're home early.
I haven't even had time to put dinner in the oven.
Or change clothes.
You have to work late?
No, no, I'll be home for dinner.
But...
Is that wine kosher?
What's Eli doing here?
You wouldn't believe it if I told you, but he and I need to talk unofficially.
Beltway Burger on 36th has a drive-through.
But it doesn't have you.
Or your mother's recipe for baked chicken.
It's important.
Always is.
What time's dinner?
Sundown. Okay.
Thank you. Yeah.
So... we'll still have the house to ourselves after dinner, right?
You had your sh*t, baby.
Hm.
Been digging through Wilkes' tablet, boss.
Found a draft of his latest story, explains his MO.
Let's hear it. Well, our shady reporter was using the look-alike I.D. to fly standby on m*llitary cargo planes.
Wilkes, posing as Grismer, was supposed to get on a flight the day he was k*lled.
But the Mystery Hat Guy is not one of our "I Am Spartacus" quartet.
Based on the picture's time stamp, our petty officers had already reported back to Norfolk.
Yeah? Why'd they lie?
Um... Wilkes' story details the drug addiction of a former rack mate.
He's already getting treatment.
The Navy knows about the dr*gs.
But it never went public.
Our Fab Four figured if Wilkes was already dead, the story would go away?
Didn't want to be the ones to bring it up again.
So they copped to the m*rder instead.
Not sure if that's loyal or stupid.
It's both. Cut 'em loose.
Did you change clothes?
I have a dinner date.
Shabbat dinner?
It is Friday night, but I have no idea what or who you are talking about.
Just tell him "Agent Meatball" says hi.
He would not be joking with you if he did not like you, Tony.
Believe me.
What is that?
Wilkes' k*ller.
Sort of.
Why? Did we miss something?
Ziva...
It's nothing.
We're here if you need us.
You have been very quiet.
Do you want to tell me what has changed since this morning?
Wait.
Did you lie about when you arrived in the country?
What is this about?
The truth.
Ziva, the truth has many faces.
Tell me about this one.
I wanted you in that room today, Ziva.
More than Vance.
Wilkes recognized you and started taking pictures of you, did he not?
I wanted to put an end to your perpetual suspicion of me.
So you followed him to the car and you took his camera.
I wanted you to look at me like you did when you were a child.
With pride.
I saw that briefly today.
He fought back.
It was an accident.
But you knew if word got out that you were here, it would ruin everything you came to do.
I came to show you the good.
I needed to protect that.
An innocent man is dead.
You disposed of his body, and you lied about it.
Yes, I did.
But... why is that the only part of this that you can see?
Because you were right.
Your sins are too great.
Ah.
So be it.
But will you please... sit across from me at the dinner table one last time?
Thanks.
Here you go.
No, thank you.
You have gone out of your way in welcoming me, Jackie.
The candles, the meal.
Truly a Shabbat feast.
The magic of Internet research.
Thank you. Mm-hmm.
You even have the challah.
Store-bought since this was all last minute.
I have caused you trouble.
To clean slates.
For all of us.
Forgive me, Leon, but the blessing before we drink.
Oh, uh, it's hard to keep it all straight.
No, no, no. Ziva used to say the same thing when she was young.
But the purpose of these traditions is to always remind us of what God has given.
Life, freedom and family.
Ziva.
My father k*lled Tyler Wilkes.
Oh!
Ziva!
Federal agent! Stop!
Hands in the air!
Gibbs.
What happened?
I do not know.
I saw the sh**t and went after him.
Get back to the house.
The sh**t is wounded, Gibbs.
I'm not gonna lose him.
I'm coming to you.
Tony.
Call an ambulance.
You okay?
I'm fine.
He's not.
Stopped to rest.
When a wounded animal has lost too much blood, it knows it can no longer run.
Yeah, so he hides. Yeah.
Got blood.
Director Vance?
DiNozzo.
You're bleeding.
It's not mine.
I need more towels!
Hold on. Hold on. Hold on.
Federal agents!
We know you're in there! We're coming in!
Keep your hands where we can see them!
Hands!
I did not expect you to come after me.
Rather than checking on your father.
What about him?
Who are you?
A man with one last job to do.
Do you have a light?
There's poison in the cigarette.
Spit it out.
Put him on the side.
Get him on his side. Don't die.
Don't... die!
Don't... die.
Ben kelev. Hey!
That's enough. Let's go.
McGee.
The director just left in the ambulance.
He's okay, but Mrs. Vance was hit.
Not sure how bad.
What about my father?
McGee...
No.
Abba!
Abba...!
Who did this?
Any word on Mrs. Vance?
Still in surgery.
Oh.
It's been two hours.
He hasn't moved.
He hasn't answered his phone, either.
SECNAV's started calling me.
Did you answer? No.
I didn't know what to tell him.
He wasn't supposed to know Eli David was in town.
No one was.
You know, if the wrong people found out what happened, this could be taken as a declaration of w*r.
Maybe that's what it is.
Israel-Iran.
U.S.-Iran.
U.S.-Israel.
Tony?
We came as soon as we heard.
Ah.
Let's wait in the lobby.
Good idea.
Leon?
She's dead.
My wife is dead, Gibbs.